#eat the pie john

[psychicboombox]

Happy 4/13!!!

I did some crappy drawings/doodles!

[melancholicstation]

Matter of facttt wheresss everyone from...?

[gentleman-aster]

The autism is autisming....

[200kmealworms]

Ok the amount of self-image boosting I've been getting lately will definitely be the push I need to start doing stuff on fansly lmao

[chiropteracupola]

ya boy finally learned how to scramble an egg

[artemisiasmuse]

rafe cameron x sweet virgin!reader

she told you she celibate but she told me I can nail her shit

cw: mdni 18+, virgin!reader but has some other experience, lowkey a freak tho, toxic rafe, corruption kink : >, size kink, first times, rafe goes a lil crazy, sweetie pie reader x insane yandere bf rafe is lowkey my favorite trope

~ 6k words

a/n: happy valentine’s day my loves <3 i didn’t read this over and i’m so sorry if there’s hella mistakes i will fix it later! this may or not be self-insert yes even that part

the trouble all began with sarah cameron and her big mouth. well really both of you were to blame, but you’d think she would be quieter when her older brother was lurking around. you were older than her by a few years, closer to his age than hers, not that it mattered though, rafe treated you like you were practically wheezie’s age. you didn’t let it sting you any more you had long gotten over trying to be seen as a woman in rafe cameron’s eyes. or maybe you just stopped watching him, he’s always noticed you but you felt out reach, until now. when he overhears his sister’s words he almost breaks the glass of water he’s holding.

“a virgin at 19 looking like you do is insane” sarah looked you up and down as you tried on the dress you’d bought together at the mall. you got shy at her words, you knew she wasn’t judging you but instead genuinely in disbelief that men weren’t throwing themselves at you. you had long mastered the art of looking unapproachable and uninterested after too many bad experiences.

“stoppp is it so hard to believe, you know how bad it’s been for me?” he really hopes no one sees him leaning against the wall next to his sister’s door, he’d look like such a weirdo. wheezie would never let him live this down, she’d barely held back on letting his little crush slip before. if sarah ever found out he’d be in another hell.

“fuck you’re right, if they can’t make you come what’s the point?” rafe winced at his sister’s words, willing away the temptation to gag. he was trying to focus on the fact that no guy had made you come before instead.

“you’re awful, but i’m done with men for a long time. im gonna focus on college and not waste time on them.” he relished in the twisted feeling that no one could touch you, even if the losers before had a chance they clearly couldn’t cut it.

“righttt being in a dorm filled with horny guys is gonna make that easier.” sarah deadpanned and you shoved her, seeing her point. you hadn’t thought about it like that.

“okay leave me alone i’ve been successful so far”

“oh my god speak of the devil, john b’s calling me over, can you cover for me? i’ll be back in like two hours max, promise.” you were a little disappointed she was leaving you but you knew how difficult it was for her to see him without someone covering for her. you nodded and pulled out your phone.

“fine but i’m ordering pizza,” rafe didn’t know if he should be terrified or elated that you two would be home alone for two hours. why did it have to be today that the rest of his family fucked off? was this divine intervention?

“save me a slice!” rafe could hear his sister rustling around, getting ready to go, so he did the same.

“you’re gonna be too busy eating di-“ rafe promptly ran off at that. he’d heard enough, his imagination would run wild with this new information.

it was half an hour later when, like clockwork, rafe made sure to be near the front door for the pizza delivery. he paid and tipped the guy, while you were making your way down at the sound of the doorbell. he hurries back upstairs, nearly running into you on the stairs. your eyes trace his pretty features and then land on the box in his hands, shock and horror cascading your face. rafe can’t believe that you look so good even now, you’re wearing a crop top with seemingly no bra underneath and high waisted sweatpants. to him you look like a model.

“hey! that’s my pizza” rafe laughs and continues up the stairs, you turn on your heel and follow him up. you’re kinda hangry and your pizza being held hostage is not helping your mood.

“i just paid for it so i don’t think so.” you both reach the top of the stairs but rafe isn’t stopping, he’s going to his room instead. this won’t do, he’ll lock the door and slam it in your face, you quickly move to stand in front of him blocking the path to his doorway. rafe thinks it’s cute that you think that would stop him, he feels a bit stir crazy over how small you look gazing up at him

“i’ll pay you back!” your hands shoot up against the doorframe, blocking entry even further. he wants to tease you a bit more but the idea of sharing a pizza in his room is way more tempting.

“nah it’s fine just let me have some.” you release your blockade and let him move past you, still with his-your pizza in his hold, following him mindlessly. if you were less hungry you would’ve realized eating pizza with your longtime crush and best friend’s brother in his room sitting on his bed was in fact not a great idea. but that fleeting concern is out the window when he opens the box and you climb onto his bed like it’s second nature. rafe does his best to stay concentrated on the present, it’s difficult when your shirt rides up and a sliver of your stomach is displayed, it looks so soft and untouched and he really isn’t hungry for pizza, he never was.

“i was gonna offer anyways for the record.” you say it while picking up a slice and rafe mirrors your action, laughing at your tone.

“yeah sure you were princess,” you ignore the way his voice sounds, the way he says your name, the way his room smells like him and it’s making your head spin.

rafe watches you eat transfixed when you lick the tips of your fingers, he can’t believe that he’s struggling to control himself over pizza but your words are ringing in his head.

“rafe do you have any napkins?” you hold up your greasy fingers and he nods his head dazedly, getting up to grab some for you and taking the pizza box off his bed with him. you move to get off then, looking around his room, you knew he wouldn’t appreciate if you snooped through his things so you just look at the pictures on the wall, the books he has. rafe finds you standing near his desk when he comes back, wordlessly handing you the napkins.

“i always forget you have a motorcycle.” your head motions towards the helmet resting on the surface of his desk.

“i don’t use it as much now.” he leaned back against the footboard of his bed, arms crossed against his chest as he watched you look at his stuff. he couldn’t figure out why you were still in his room, were you that curious?

“can i ride it? i’ve always wanted to try.” yeah rafe might just pass out now. you don’t even know what you’re doing to him, head cocked to the side looking at him so innocently he can barely hold back much longer.

“sure but i gotta teach you the basics so you don’t crash.” rafe is proud of himself for even stringing a sentence together in response. you notice a slight flush to his cheeks and ears.

“okay that’s fair.” you turn towards him, mirroring his form and leaning back against his desk. there’s a few feet between you but rafe thinks it would be so easy to lift you onto the mahogany and kiss you until you can’t breathe. his shorts feel so restrictive and he’s grateful he’s wearing black. he can’t hold back any longer, he has to know.

"is it true?" the words come out rushed, unsure of if they should even be said in the first place. but rafe’s not a quitter and he doesn’t shy away from anything really, even if the past few hours feel like a dream he would have in middle school.

"is what true?" your head does that thing again like a puppy and he nearly keels over, you’re too adorable for your own good. his gaze flits away for a second, he has to commit. your trusting expression and your airy tone make it all the more hard.

"no guy's made you come before?" you blink in shock twice before covering your face with your hands. this must be the most embarrassing moment of your life.

"ugh you heard that?"

"yeah you guys aren't exactly quiet" you might have to kill sarah cameron in her sleep, if she even comes back that is. you don’t know why you answer him, you could have just ran away but the magnetic pull of rafe cameron coaxes you to answer.

"yeah it's true" you sound defeated and rafe has to hold back a snicker, he watches you peer through your fingers at him, watching his expression.

"well i can rectify that..you know for the sake of mankind and all" there’s a smirk on his lips as he says the words that will haunt you forever. you’re sure he’s just messing with you and you huff a breath of disbelief. did he know about your little crush? you’d been hiding it so well for the past few years!

"don't tease me, rafe" you step away from his desk, moving to leave his room. even if it was just the two of you in the house you’d much rather sit in sarah’s room or watch the tv than be ridiculed.

"i'm not, it'd be a shame if a pretty girl like you gave up on men, especially for me." it’s almost as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on your head when rafe cameron speaks. pretty girl the first time he’s called you anything that might suggest you’re not just his sister’s friend. the world spins on its axis and you try to grasp onto his words, try to understand that he might be genuine but you can’t. there’s still that voice of doubt telling you he’s just messing with you. rafe watches your expression go from shock to disappointment, you don’t believe him. he supposes it’s not that believable when he’s been purposefully avoiding you for a while. you must think he’s just messing with you, but he’s dead serious. he’ll just have to prove it.

“whatever rafe i don’t have time for your games.” you mumble it and leave his room, slamming the door a bit harder than you intended. the next few hours are torture. rafe cameron planted an insidious weed in your mind and it’s growing exponentially.

of course it’s not the first time you’ve imagined it, you’d often thought about what his long thick fingers would feel like. or how his biceps would feel under your hands if you held onto them for support. you’d fantasized about every part of him, even the tip of his nose. so the idea that it might just be within your reach had you spiraling. you took a cold shower, not that it helped, your underwear was still soaked after. no guy you’d been with had made you so wet, let alone before even touching you. it was as if the universe was testing you. a sick thrum in your body had found its way into your bones, vibrating with need and you paced in your best friend’s room thinking over all the consequences.

when you’d reached the conclusion that even if he was sincere it was still a bad idea, your phone pinged. a text from sarah that read: “i’m gonna be staying the night here, if you’re already asleep i’ll see you in the morning 🤍” with all your internal turmoil you hadn’t realized it was past the two hours she’d said. she would be out all night. you and rafe were home alone, all night. you swallowed down the lump in your throat, your heart pounding your chest. your feet were moving faster than your head, the pitter patter of your footsteps almost as fast as your heartbeat, and before you knew it you were in front of his door. you hesitated for a second breathing in deep once before knocking, the light was still on so you knew he was awake.

“yeah?” rafe did his best to hide the satisfaction he felt seeing you twitchy and shy in front of his door. you swallowed down again, looking up at him with as much confidence as you could. there was a few seconds of silence, he gave you the time you needed, looking down at you with bright inviting eyes.

“is your offer still on the table?” his face split into a grin, moving aside to let you in like you’d done before and with no hesitation you pushed past him. even the small graze of your shoulder against him set his skin ablaze. he was going to lose his mind.

“‘doesn’t really have an expiration date.” your mind was blanking at his every advance, you tried not to think about his words, you couldn’t afford to fall deeper for him.

“just don’t like tell anyone about this?” you murmured, watching him close the door behind you two and getting a bit nervous. if sarah found out you’d be in for hell. losing your virginity to your best friend’s brother wasn’t exactly a great conversation to have.

“i’m not topper don’t worry.” you believed him, rafe despite his other faults, was always respectful.

“can i kiss you?” you nodded fervently, rafe held back a laugh at your enthusiasm. he walked up to you slowly as if giving you the chance to run and slid his hands from his hips to the curve of your waist. you stood on your tiptoes, your arms going around his neck and rafe couldn’t believe this was real. maybe if he pretended it was a dream he wouldn’t be so nervous. he’d have to do just that. one of his hands cupped your face, thumb stroking along your cheekbone and your eyelashes fluttered closed at the touch. he pressed a tentative kiss to your lips.

his lips felt soft and you breathed out in relief after, as if some sort of spell was lifted. rafe kissed you again, this time letting himself breathe you in. you felt so small and delicate in his hold, he wanted to take his time with you. you had other ideas. kissing rafe cameron felt even better than you’d imagined, when he pulled back you surged forward this time, biting his lower lip making him groan into your mouth. another chill of desire wracked your body at the sound and you tested the waters by licking the seem of his lips. rafe pulled you even closer and bent down to kiss you deeper. his mouth opened and his tongue met yours. you tasted so good to him he couldn’t stop himself from sucking on your tongue slightly, making you whine in his hold. the sound flipped a switch in his mind, he wanted more of the sound, he needed to hear you say his name in that airy desperate sound again. a string of saliva connected your lips and snapped off in the middle, your breathing was heavy and his was too. you caught your breath all the while looking up at him, he held your gaze. the furrow of your brows grew deeper the longer you looked.

“we don’t have to do anything else.” him asking for consent again drew in another crushing wave of arousal, you were a lost cause. okay maybe your standards were in hell. even his cologne was better than any other guy, something woodsy and heavy, mature, not like the shitty ones you’d had to smell before.

“no-no i want to,” he’d have to ask you later why you looked so mad after kissing him, right now he had too much else to do. you could only watch as he lifted you by the grip on your waist, your legs going around his hips in fear of falling. he’d done it so casually you couldn’t process it in time. rafe set you down gently on his mattress, his weight pressed into you and your legs tightened around him. he kissed you again, already missing the taste of your lips, and leaned back. you realized what he was about to do as he sat back on his knees.

“no i-can you just come up here?” you felt far too shy for him to eat you out and although rafe respected your wishes he was a bit disappointed. he’d just have to make sure there was a next time. there were other ways to taste you anyways. he followed your lead, leaning back over you and kissing you again, tongue and teeth clashing together in need. one of his hands moved from your waist up and under the hem of your shirt, traveling up slowly until he reached the fat of your breast. the feeling of his fingers on your nipple jolted your body. usually you didn’t get anything out of a guy touching your boobs but him you were arching into his touch, huffing into his mouth. rafe loved how sensitive you were, reacting to every touch of his. he massaged the tit in his hand, reveling in how you squirmed underneath him. if you kept moving you’d feel how painfully hard he was in his shorts.

after giving up on kissing you he peeled off your crop top, trailing kisses down your neck. he bit at the skin and sucked, surely littering your neck with hickies. you smelled so sweet to him and he couldn’t get enough, biting hard in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. you squeaked at the feeling, shocked at how pleasure blurred the lines of the pain you should be feeling. being marked by rafe was transcendental.

“look at you, so fucking pretty.” you met his gaze, his eyes raking down your chest and back to your face. the compliment made your head even cloudier, you’d let him do anything he wanted already, and it didn’t even scare you. his mouth trailed lower, biting at the tops of your breasts before latching onto your nipple and sucking, biting and laving over the sensitive nub with his tongue. you writhed under him, desperate for some friction between your legs. you huffed out a breath in frustration. he took his time bruising your chest with his marks. everyone should know who you belonged to. he leaned back to admire his work, his eyes finally meeting yours and seeing your waterline filled with unshed tears. god he was being so cruel, you just wanted to come and here he was doing as he pleased.

“rafe can i have your fingers please?” he was about to take pity on you anyway but the desperate sound of you begging was too delicious to give up. he looped his fingers through yours, hands intertwined against the silk sheets next to your shoulder.

“fuuckkk when you ask like that how can i say no?” his eyes nearly rolled back in his head from your voice, he might just come from it alone. “how d’ya want them?” he knew, of course he knew, he just wanted to hear you say it. your lips were swollen from his kisses and you still managed to look so innocent under him, he wanted to mark every inch of your body so no one could touch you again.

“you know!” you huffed out, a pout on your lips that he kissed away, you still looked at him with frustration. your underwear was practically sticking to you now, you felt so warm and uncomfortable between your legs, desperate for friction. you’d never felt like this before, completely wrecked with need, unable to think about anything besides addressing your desire.

“spell it out for me, i can’t think clearly right now.” he kissed under your ear coaxing you into submission, a purr curled through you at the feeling. his lips were featherlight against you, soft and adoring and you couldn’t remember why you were holding back.

“‘wan you to fuck me with them.” it was a small mumble, slipping past your lips but rafe caught it nevertheless. his free hand hooked into your pants and pulled them down, you kicked them off and let him settle back between your legs. at least being out of your pants gave your legs some reprieve but the cool air only illuminated how drenched your underwear was. rafe’s large hand skimmed past your breasts to your stomach and rested against your waistband. he looked to you for admission and you nodded your head. instead of dipping underneath the band he trailed downwards, over the flimsy material. the ghost of his touch near your clit had you jerking under him, your hands flying to his shoulders. two large fingers pressed against the fabric, right above your opening, his fingers felt moist and he clicked his tongue at the feeling.

“baby you soaked through your panties, whose got you so worked up?” you whined, a pretty throaty sound that you’d been holding in and he vowed to pull more from you. his fingers were skimming along your opening, teasing the fabric and not quite touching you. your legs wanted to close on his hand but your hips moved closer, trying to make him touch you.

“you!” you screamed out, eyes squeezed shut as he removed his hand completely. you’d start leaking through them if he didn’t do something soon.

“that’s right me, not those fucking losers, just me.” his free hand, closed around your chin making you open your eyes and meet his. he looked crazed, pupils blown and overshadowing the blue with hooded eyes and a satisfied grin curling his lips. when you met his gaze he finally dipped his fingers beneath the band and pressed his thumb against your clit. he found it with such ease your eyes rolled back into your skull, gasping at the feeling of finally being touched. “i got you baby,” your legs spread wider for him, pulling him into you as his fingers slid through your drooling folds all the while his thumb ground against you. his fingers were so much larger than yours you could feel him everywhere. he prodded your hole with his index finger, grunting at how tight you were. streams of arousal kept pouring out of you, you needed him to do something. you squirmed under him again and rafe acquiesced, shoving his finger in. you were so tight and warm around him, slippery and soft walls hugged him as he stretched you out with one finger alone. “f-fucking tight,” he was gonna start soiling his shorts from the way you felt around his finger alone. he fucked you slow and deep, feeling along your insides for your sensitivity. he knew as soon as he found it because you screamed his name, hands clutching his arms tightly.

“feels weird,” he let you get used to the feeling, his thumb grinding against your clit. you were already feeling close and he’d barely started.

“poor pussy probably never felt this good huh?” you whimpered at his words, he was being so filthy and usually it turned you off. nothing about rafe could do that at this point. you shook your head, affirming his suspicions and his middle finger circled your opening. he was gentler this time, moving his fingers in inch by inch until you stopped clamping down. the pressure of him stretching you wasn’t unbearable but you didn’t know how you’d ever take more than his fingers at this rate. he accurately hammered against that spot, out for blood, while his thumb circled your clit. you were dripping onto his hand, coating him with your juices and the squelch of his fingers fucking into you filled the room. the sounds were so obscene you tried blocking them out with your pathetic little whines but rafe was determined to hear your soppy cunt crying for him. it wasn’t long before you felt the encroaching of your release and he knew it he could feel it in the way you clenched around him and whined when his fingers pulled out completely. one more carress of the sensitive gummy spot inside you had you seeing white. your vision blurred as you shook in your release, holding his wrist so he’d stop his motions, shivers wracked your body as you came the hardest you ever had. your walls fluttered around him, more of your release dripping down your cunt and soaking the sheets below. he was sick enough to leave them like that for the night, you smelled so sweet and he bet you tasted even better.

his fingers dipped out of your underwear and your eyes opened to watch him, probably a mistake on your part because just the vision of rafe cameron licking his fingers clean and groaning at the taste made you ready to go again. his eyes rolled back in his head at the taste, his eyes ground shut at the sugary flavor coating his tongue and teeth. he really hoped you’d let him have more later because now that he’d had a taste he wanted the full meal. you shivered at the way he reacted, your whole body on high alert from your orgasm, but even as sensitive as you were you couldn’t help but be greedy.

“rafe, can we go further?” his heart might just give out, you look nervous even now after he’s already addicted. he moves back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your eyes are drawn to his chest.

“thought you’d never ask.” you’re not even trying to hide how you ogle him, seeing him at the beach is one thing but in front of you, when you can touch him is another. rafe watches you reach a hand out, slightly out of range and moves closer to you, letting you touch him. your smalls hands traverse the expanse of his shoulders, his pecs, and trace the outline of his abs. when they reach the tuft of hair above his waistband, rafe has to stop you. the tiny fleeting touches make him twitch in his pants. he moves your hand to rest against his shoulder, pulling your underwear all the way off and looking down at how he completely drowns your body out.

“fuckkk can’t believe im the lucky one who gets to break this little pussy in,” he kisses along your neck, hands squeezing your waist and marveling at how diminutive you feel. he can’t wait to be inside you, he wonders if you’ll even be able to take him.

“s-so dirty” his words are heating up your entire body and you’d feel embarrassed if you weren’t arching into him. rafe moves to pull down his shorts, waiting a beat before he does.

“you sure you want this?” while taking your virginity was something he could only dream about before he needed to be sure.

“yes i want it to be you, i trust you.” you say it as normally as you can.

“we can stop whenever you want, like i said ‘offer’s not gonna expire.” you hope you can take it up even after this, maybe not even once or twice. if he could make you feel like this why would you need anyone else? then he pulls his shorts off and you start to regret your decision.

“oh-is th-that gonna fit?” his cock sprung out and slapped against his stomach, long and thick and way too big for you. you could barely take his fingers this would never fit. it looked so angry white precum dribbling down stark against the flushed pink curling along the veins and curving with him to the right. you wouldn’t survive this.

“you’ll do your best right?” you nod enthusiastically, you wanted to take as much as you could. “good girl.” oh, you’d have to explore that later. you nearly moaned at him calling you that. rafe caught it though, he knew your reactions well by now. he lined it up over your stomach, seeing how far it would go and your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. your belly button was completely covered, not that it mattered he was halfway up your torso. rafe’s grip on your waist tightened, he’d ruin you for anyone else, stretch you out and mold you just for him. no one would feel as good as him and he nearly drooled at the sight.

despite how feral he felt, he made sure you were still wet enough for him to slip in, you were. his tip pressed against you, he let you drool onto him, juices swirling with his and making a sick plap plap plap sound as he tapped against you. he’s far wider than his fingers and you tried to relax. you motioned for him to come closer, his lips out of reach and you kissed him sweetly. when he could feel you relax he pushed in, instantly being shoved out. so tight he couldn’t even get the tip in. “fuuckkkk gonna have to marry you.” you don’t even process his words and he doesn’t really know he’s saying them out loud either. he tries again, pulling you slightly onto his length and you gasp at the stretch. you’re gripping him like a vice and it’s nearly uncomfortable but being inside you breaks something inside of him and he’s drooling into your mouth. you don’t even care you want more. “doin well angel-hah-taking me so well.”

the pain is an afterthought now, you want him to stretch you and fill you until you can’t breathe. you don’t know if you’ve wanted anything more in your life. so you do the unthinkable, you try moving down his length. rafe can’t be held responsible for his actions after that.

he gives into your silent plea, skewering you on his cock and pushing past your gooey rings of resistance until he’s halfway in. you held your breath the entire time as he curved into you, tip smearing precum along your walls as he molded you to him, his veins catching on your entrance and making you jolt at the feeling. you push at his chest, the pain making you scream his name as he lets you adjust. there’s tears trailing down your cheek that he licks away. he kisses you until the ache between your legs becomes distant, it’s salty and sloppy but it distracts you enough. rafe makes the mistake of looking down, sees the way you’re gaping for him and how it looks like he’s splitting you in half and he bottoms out. the snap of his hips against yours makes you moan, he’s filled you up now and you can feel him in your throat. you swear you feel him get bigger when you whine his name pathetically, his dick twitching inside you.

it’s too much and you try running from it, shoving up the length of the bed but rafe just pulls you back down. “t-too big hng can’t-“

“come on i thought you were-fuck-a big girl,” he groans into your ear, you shove against him once more and he slips out a few inches, just enough for you to relax. you can still feel him nestled against your cervix, he’s leaking into you and your thighs are coated in both of your arousal. you tap his shoulder for him to move again, pulling out until his tip is the only thing inside and then spearing all the way back in. the feeling makes you cross-eyed, his throbbing tip bumps along your sensitive spot until it nestles against you, as far high up as it can and you think you might be coming on every thrust because you’re so obscenely wet more slick just pours out of you every time. rafe knows it’s because there’s no space for anything but his cock and he can’t help but grin, watching your pussy engulf his length despite how small you are under him. every thrust sends your whole body upwards but his grip on you keeps you close, he’s almost fucking you back onto him.

“feels good hah,” you finally murmur into his neck, wrapping your legs around his hips so he can drill into you better. his thrusts are deep and slow, letting you get used to the feeling but you don’t think you like it like this. if he’s going to ruin you he might as well do it properly. “h-harder.” rafe moans your name at your request, his voice sounds so wrecked you clench down at the sound alone.

“turned this pussy into a slut, ‘couldn’t even take-hah-two fingers now look at you.” really he’s proud of you, proud that he made you like this. although he wants to tease you he can’t hold back much longer either and it’s your first time so he’s gonna be nice to you. rafe pulls out and slams back into you setting a faster rougher pace, your skin is slapping against each other and you think he might bruise your hips. your head is shoved up the length of his bed until it threatens to bump against the headboard, he puts his hand between you and the wood, his other hand holding onto the frame for support. your legs are being bent and pressed to the sides and the new angle makes him hit that spot with blaring accuracy. a sick ring of white forms at the base of his dick and his balls are slippery from your arousal. you still have a vice grip around him, something he won’t get used to but is definitely get addicted to. the room smells filthy and the sounds of you chanting his name combined with the squelch of your cunt is pornographic.

“gonna be a good girl and come around my cock?” your walls flutter at his words, like his permission has you ready to come. you come undone with one more thrust, your cunt is milking him as if coaxing him to come. “fuck fuck fuckkkk.” he pulls out just in time to come onto your stomach, shooting thick gooey ropes onto your soft skin. the white contrasts the blue and purple that is starting to bloom around your neck and tits.

you blearily watch it happen, disappointed he didn’t come inside, but warm and fuzzy from your release. there’s one thought nagging you though as you rest comfortably on his sticky soaked sheets. “it wasn’t a one time offer right?”

“no fucking way, i’m never letting you go.” rafe looks at you like you’re crazy, he’s ready to propose. there’s no way in hell he’s making this a one night stand. after all he’s broken you in, now it’s the fun part.

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guys i got such a good grade in improv yesterday

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(pure self-indulgence of john price x soldier reader who wants him to wife her up)

John Price was a patient man. He had to be. Patience kept a team alive, kept a mission from going sideways, kept him from losing his head when the lads were being their usual insufferable selves. But you- well, you tested that patience in ways he hadn’t quite prepared for and now found himself in uncharted territory.

Not because you were difficult. Quite the opposite, really. You were a damn good soldier, disciplined and capable, but it was the way you looked at him. That gaze of yours, soft and knowing, like you already had him figured out before he even had the chance to deny it. It was dangerous.

And then there was the not-so-secret weapon- your cooking.

You weren’t supposed to be good at that. No one in the 141 was. Every meal they had was either military rations, some god-awful attempt by Soap to make something “edible,” by recreating his mama’s recipes, or takeout from whatever half-decent place they could find near base.

But you? You had magic in your hands.

You always took the chance to cook for them when things were slow, when downtime stretched long enough for you to raid the kitchen. And the men adored you for it, unsurprisingly. Gaz practically worshiped you after the first time you made homemade shepherd’s pie. Soap had sworn his loyalty over a plate of stew, would’ve gone on his knees to beg for more if Ghost hadn’t grabbed him by the back of his neck and hauled him up, and speaking of Ghost, usually so unreadable and distant, he was a bit softer when you handed him a warm meal without expecting anything in return.

And John?

Well, he wasn’t a fool. He saw the way you lingered when you handed him his plate, fingers brushing- and the way you leaned against the counter and watched him eat with that same soft look in your eyes. And God help him, but it did things to him.

You had a way of making him want things he’d long put aside- comfort, warmth, a home. Distant thoughts of a cozy house, the pitter-patter of children running about.

So when you sighed one evening, all absent-like as you stirred a pot of chicken soup to battle the cold weather outside, and said, “Y’know, I always wanted to be a housewife.”

It damn near broke him.

John had been watching you, as he often did when you got like this, domestic and content. He knew you hadn’t joined the military out of passion. You were good at it, yes, but you never had that same unwavering devotion to the life like the others did. You fought like hell, but there was always something wistful in the way you looked at the world outside the battlefield.

And now he knew why.

You wanted a home. A real one. Not just barracks and safe houses and temporary quarters, but a place that was yours. A kitchen where you could cook for the sake of it, not just to keep the team from poisoning themselves. A space where you could just be, without the weight of duty pressing down on you.

John wasn’t an idiot. He knew what you were doing, the way you peeked at him from beneath your lashes, the way you said it so simply, like it was just a passing thought and not something you wanted him to hear.

Like you wanted him to do something about it.

And fuck if he didn’t want to.

The rest of the team was too busy inhaling their food to notice the way he set his spoon down at last, watching you with that keen, thoughtful look that had sent men running before- and yet you merely preened silently.

“Think you’d make a good housewife, then?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

You turned to face him, your own spoon pausing, and tilted your head, feigning innocence. “You tell me, Captain.”

John exhaled slowly, glancing around the room. The others weren’t paying attention, too preoccupied with second helpings and quiet conversation. His gaze flicked back to you, and you gave him that look- the one that could make any man fold.

And God help him, but he folded.

“Finish up here,” he murmured, voice just for you. “Then come see me.”

You didn’t say anything, just turned back to your plate with a small, knowing smile.

John Price was a patient man. But even patience had its limits.

[1-ker0sene-1]

Poly 141 x Reader

Home is where you are

"What ye think she made this time?"

Johnny mumbles, dropping his head back against the seat behind him. Blinking tiredly up at the ceiling of the truck, a daydream clear in his eyes. Simon next to him stares out the window, sweat seems to practically seal his balaclava to his face.

"We'd be lucky if anything. It's three in the fucking morning.."

Kyle says from the passenger seat. Pursing his lips a bit.

"She should be sleeping.."

Price chuckles from the driver's seat, hand on the steering wheel, paying close attention to the road.

"She knows we're on our way home. If she made something. We'll be thankful."

His other hand is resting on Kyle's knee, his thumb rubs slow circles against him.

Simons foot taps on the floor of the car silently, brows tight together. The man just wants to go home, shower, eat whatever heaven you cooked and sink into that california king mattress. With all of you, all five of you together.

"Steaks."

He mutters.

"Hm?"

Johnny questions with a hum, Simon clarifies.

"On days we come home.. it's either steak or shepherds pie. She made shepherds pie last time so it's gonna be steak."

They all salivate at the damn thought.

"It's tha little things with ye huh Simon?"

Johnny smiles warmly, leaning on his shoulder.

It was another thirty minutes driving before they finally pulled into the secluded driveway. Their safehouse. Their home. Where you are. Filing out of the truck, bags over their shoulders. Covered in grime and dried blood, they didn't even let themselves clean up at base before going home to you. Walking forward, Simon slings an arm around Kyle's shoulder. Tucking the sargeant into his side as they walk to the house. Both Johns walking behind them, Price giving the younger a good slap on the back.

"Home, boys. Let's enjoy it while we can."

Price comes forward to unlock the front door, pushing it open for the four of them. Mumbling out a reminder to take off their shoes inside. Leaning down with a grunt to pull off his boots. The others doing the same. They can already smell what you're cooking, Simon was right. The smell of steaks is pretty clear, garlic butter, some kind of steamed vegetables and spices.

The house is clean. Warm. Low lighting, some candles lit. Everything about it screams home. John opens his mouth to call out for you, but he can feel his spine practically melt hearing you hum in the kitchen.

Johnny is the first stumbling forward, hopping on one leg as he throws off his remaining shoe. Eager to get back to you. Grinning as he comes around the corner into the kitchen. He melts. Seeing you there, in your chair dishing up their plates of dinner.

".. Hey lass.."

He mumbles, feeling like all the air left his chest.

You turn your head when you hear him, the brightest smile spreads across your face. Tossing the fork down from your hand as you turn towards him.

"Hey soldier-"

You beam. You don't even get another word in before Johnny rushes towards you, you let out a puff of air as he crashes into you. Laughing against him as he squeezes you to his chest, his face buried in your hair.

"Fuckin' missed ye hen.."

He whispers. You return with one of your own.

"I know baby.. I missed you too.."

You lift your head, kissing the scar on his chin.

"This bloke botherin' you love?"

You already know that voice immediately, smiling as you turn to look at Kyle. Who is quick at your side with Johnny, his hand cups the back of your head. Pressing a long kiss to your cheek. Taking a deep inhale of your scent through his nose. You smile warmly, your hand finds his bicep, giving a soft squeeze.

"There you are Kyle.."

You murmur, turning your head to press your own kisses across the bridge of his nose.

"Always here."

He chirps, kissing on your skin. His eyes bore into you, drinking you up. Johnny huffs, mumbling something about stealing all your attention. Earning a small tug on his mowhawk from you.

"Alright you two- showers. The both of you. You need it-"

You chuckle, giving them both a hug. Giving Johnny one more kiss on the jaw. Letting Gaz get one more kiss on your face. Watching them head past you down the hall to the bathroom. Kissing on eachother, bumping into walls. You shake your head at them with a smile.

Eyes flicking back to the entrance. You find Simon staring at you, his shoulders slack and sinking. Eyes half lidded and tired. The rest of his face under the balaclava. Your eyes soften, holding out your hand to him.

"Oh Si.."

He takes the invitation. Coming over to you. He would tower over you in height. But instead he falls to one knee in front of your chair. Hands resting on the arm rests of your chair. Your hands immediately cradle his head. Leaning forward to press your head to his.

"You're home.. it's alright now .. no more Lieutenant.."

You whisper against him. Your fingertips lift the edge of the balaclava, pulling it over the nape of his neck. Over the back of his head, nails dragging soothingly up his scalp as you take the fabric away. Making him shiver in vulnerability. Putting his mask aside on the counter.

Seeing your Simons face eases the both of you, cupping his jaw and lifting his head.

"I know doll.. I know."

He mutters, you kiss his temple. Caressing his skin. Threading your fingers into his hair.

"Go shower with the boys sweetheart.. I'll be in there soon."

You coo at him. He chuckles deeply, kissing your head between your brows as he gets up. Bumping your foreheads together one more time before walking to the bathroom.

"You're not gonna say hello to me John?"

You joke, turning your head to watch said Captain. Who was holding his hat in hand, leaning against the wall watching you. He's been watching you the whole time.

"Just seein' you with our boys darlin'.."

Pushing away from the wall he walks over to you. His eyes full of exhaustion, longing, warmth. Tossing his hat on the counter behind you. He leans down, callous hands hold your cheeks. Bringing your lips to his.

He's not as sneaky as he thinks. You know of his little demand to the boys. He's the first to kiss you. Each time they come home.

You kiss him back feverishly, as much as you've been calm and steady for them. You missed your men like hell. Your hands find his shoulders, squeezing them tightly, beginning to work on the knots of tension in them. Emitting a deep groan from John into your mouth. You smile against his lips, feeling the scratch off his beard.

"Everyone's alright?"

You whisper against him. He nods, his hands finding your hips. Slightly lifting you from your chair and towards himself.

"No one's broken. .. Kyle's a little stressed. Y'know how he is.."

You nod, eyes still closed, continuing to brush your lips together.

"And you?"

"Just tired.. But I'm home. That's what matters."

John mumbles, kissing you deep again. Dipping his tongue past your lips, a soft sigh slipping out of you. Arms pulling him closer.

"Taking good care of our boys John.. You always do.. Making sure you all come home to me again... Our strong Captain.."

You can feel him sinking at your praise. The older mans knees want to buckle at your voice.

"Let's get you in the shower baby.. Hm? Get you washed and relaxed.."

You mumble against him.

You yelp as your lifted into the air by his arms, laughing openly as he carries you like a bride. Burying his nose to the crook of your neck. Carrying you down the hall, to the bathroom door. Where you can already hear the chatter of the men in the shower waiting for the two of you. John is grumbling against your skin.

"We need you darlin'. "

"Our boys and I need you bad.."

[wonderjanga]

Marvel’s an Old Lady

He acts like an old lady. I don’t know. Let’s say Billy’s been spending too much time volunteering at an elderly home because he doesn’t want to be on the streets skulking around. It’s rubbed off on him.

Like for example, he knits like crazy at the Watchtower. It gives him something to do with his hands, what can he say?

Marvel: *in an all too small rocking chair, holding too small knitting needles, zoned out, listening to the gods argue while making a quilt that’s like twelve feet long*

Hal Jordan and John Stewart: *peaking around a corner, watching Marvel*

Hal: “That’s what I was saying! He does not look okay.”

John: “Hal, I’m sure he’s fine.”

Hal: “Dude, he’s been at this for like two hours straight. No breaks.”

John: “Wait really?” *sounds more concerned now* “I would’ve thought he’d been at that for two days.”

Hal: “Yeah, no. He’s just been sitting there. Knitting. It’s kinda creepy to be honest.”

John: “Damn.” *uses ring to summon a ruler and float it over to measure the quilt*

Marvel: *doesn’t even notice as Zeus is picking a fight with Solomon*

John: “That thing’s like twelve feet long.”

Hal: “What?” *concern amps up*

Later Billy cut up the quilt a little bit and donated it all to a homeless shelter.

Then of course there’s the classic old lady move of giving out candy. He’d give the younger heroes candies. He’d give the younger heroes who have become adult heroes candies. And overall, he’d just give everyone candies.

Flash: *telling Marvel about some problems with Iris* “—And now she’s mad at me!”

Marvel: “Oh, it’s okay Flash. Here, have some candy.” *puts a strawberry taffy in Barry’s hand*

Flash: *sniffles as he shoves it into his mouth, wrapper and everything* “Thanks, man.”

Or

Damian: *got scolded by Bruce and is now silently brooding on the couch in the Titan’s Tower*

Marvel: “Heyyyyy Robin…” *super awkward* “I uh… heard you got scolded by Mr. Batman.”

Damian: *mini bat-glares him*

Marvel: *awkward pause* “Take a candy.” *gives him an orange taffy*

Damian: *stares at the candy for a bit* “Tt. I have no need for pity-filled gestures.”

Marvel: “It wasn’t meant to be pity-filled. I just thought candy would make you feel better. Sorry.”

Damian: “Don’t waste your apologies.” *eventually eats it*

or

Marvel: *gives a blood covered Red Hood candies even though the man just shot someone in front of him*

Batman: “Don’t encourage him.”

Red Hood: “Definitely encourage me. I have no idea where you get these but they are delicious.”

Then, the pie making.

Supes: *walks into kitchen cause he smells pie* “Marvel? Are you making pies?”

Marvel: *taking a fresh pie out of the oven* “Hm? Yeah! Ms. Kent told me about a new recipe to try.”

Supes: “Ms. Kent? Lois doesn’t make pies.”

Marvel: “Ohhhhh. No. I meant the other Ms. Kent. Your mom. We discuss and make pies and pie recipes. I’ve been to the farm a couple times too so we could bake together- Your mom hasn’t told you?”

Supes: “No?? Why do just casually know my mom like that?”

Marvel: “We met through a Facebook group. Want to try my blueberry?” *holds up pie*

Supes: “Yes??” *gets a slice and takes a bite* “This really good.”

[blckbrrybasket]

𓆩 𓉸 𓆪 Kinktober 2024

• MDNI! porn with little plot

• all of these are x reader with no use of y/n

• both female and gender neutral readers featured

꒰33k+ words total꒱

1st. — “Hotter than a Burning Fire”

        -> Face sitting + Inexperience, Robin Buckley

2nd. — “Give and Take”

        -> Squirting + Edging, Steve Harrington 

3rd. — “Bite her Hip”

        -> Caught + Hate Sex, Nancy Wheeler

4th. — “Yer Killin’ Me”

        -> Boot Worship, Arthur Morgan

5th. — “Girls on Film”

        -> Being Filmed, Mickey Altieri

6th. — “Heaven in Your Mouth”

        -> Throat Fucking + Breath Play, Rafe Cameron

7th. — “Closer”

        -> Mutual Masturbation + Forbidden, Robin Buckley 

8th. — “Oh Honey”

        -> First Time + Domination, Kurt Kunkle

9th. — “Hearts a Mess”

        -> Public Sex + Gag, Art Donaldson

10th. — “Ghosting”

        -> Under the table, Javier Peña

11th. — “Burning For You”

        -> Sleepy Sex + Cockwarming, Sejanus Plinth

12th. — “She’s in Parties”

        -> High sex, Rafe Cameron

13th. — “Melting With You”

        -> Double Penetration, Stu and Mickey

14th. — “As You Are”

        -> 69, Ellie Williams

15th. — “Of Love For Love”

        -> Cream Pie + Cum Play, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

16th. — “Maneater”

        -> Dacryphilia + Masochism, Kurt Kunkle

17th. — “What I Need”

        -> Degradation + Cum Eating, Ethan Landry

18th. — “I was made for loving you”

        -> Praise Kink + Body Worship, Steve Harrington 

19th. — “Takin’ Time”

        -> Spanking + Orgasm Denial, Joel Miller

20th. — “Sweet As Whiskey”

        -> Blood Kink + Period, Vampire!Eddie Munson

21st. — “Wind You Up”

        -> Hair Pulling + Rough Sex, Trevor (Hellraiser)

22nd. — “Eyes On Me”

        -> Bondage + Femdom, Agent Whiskey

23th. — “Show and I’ll Learn”

        -> Sex Toys, Robin Buckley

24th. — “If You Knew”

        -> Overstimulation + Wet Dream, Joel Miller

25th. — “Hell And You”

        -> Mask Kink + Knife Kink, Stu Macher

26th. — “You’ve Got Me Now”

        -> Dry Humping + Tipsy Sex, Eddie Munson

27th. — “Happy Birthday, Baby”

        -> Lingerie + On The Counter, Walter ‘Keys’ McKey

28th. — “Quit While Ahead”

        -> Pussy slapping, Rafe Cameron

29th. — “Love My Way”

        -> Scissoring, Tara Carpenter

30th. — “Suck It Up”

        -> Marking + Possessiveness, Love Quinn

31st. — “Body Electric”

        -> Cucking + Breeding Kink, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington

taglist closed!

[physical-manifestation-of-spite]

(Almost) all Ko-fi dono requests from Invictuscon this weekend!

Top to bottom, left to right:

Arthur "We gotta eat this guy, John." "Damn"

Angry/Feral Pit Arthur

Noel eating pie

Arthur in a cardigan.

Catboy Larson

John Malevolent meeting Jonathan Sims

Yellow

Kayne "being silly"

Oscar

"Something soft" being John meeting a kitty.

[thanksbutno98]

Go Home

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: John Price and his son find themselves being teased relentlessly because you stopped by to drop them off lunch.

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes, sexual harassment, violence, blood, domestic arguments, one tiny part of fat shaming, not edited.

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“God damn it.” You muttered to yourself as you struggled to grab hold of the reusable shopping bags from your back seat. They’d fallen over on your drive here and the tupperware needed to be reorganized in to neat towers again. A bag had gotten jammed under the seat so you were practically lying on your belly and kicking off the ground to dislodge it.

It was a Saturday and your plans had fallen through. You were suppose to spend the day with your daughters who ended up ditching you to go see a movie and grab food together. At one point your youngest called you ‘lame’ which you tried to pretend like it didn’t hurt. So you gave them money and let the 19 and 13 year old make a day of it.

Having the house to yourself felt strange and you went a little overboard with the grocery shopping and cooking. You made an American classic of fried chicken, baked beans with salt pork, cornbread, green beans, and a key lime pie. Maybe you were homesick or something because none of these were easy to make and you made a mountain of food for only you. Or maybe you were trying to find an excuse to bring your husband lunch so you could see someone who’d be glad to share your company.

You weren’t sure your son would be happy but once he saw what you brought he’d be fine. At least you hoped he would be. You had never visited your son on base before. Usually John snuck you in the side door and then snuck you back out. This was so you two could eat lunch in peace and then he could fuck you in his office if he had the time. John thought it would be more suspicious if he was locking his office door when everyone had seen you and he wasn’t about to get caught at work.

“Fuck.” You pouted down at your once beautiful key lime pie. You had decorated it meticulously with little swirls of whipped cream and a candied lime slice in the middle. Now it was smeared across the faded yellow custard and looking a mess.

“It’ll still taste good.” You mumbled before placing it back in your bag.

“You okay ma’am? You’ve been talking to yourself for a while.” An unknown voice sounded from behind you.

Internally you cringed not realizing how you’d been babbling out loud to yourself. Turning you saw a young man sitting in his truck with the window down. He’d been there when you pulled in to the spot next to him but didn’t pay him any attention. He looked to be a similar age to your son, he had blonde neatly cut hair, black sunglasses, and looked tan for his light complexion.

“Yeah sorry. Just dropping off food to my son.” You held up the bags as your evidence.

“Who’s your boy?” He asked.

You couldn’t see it because of the sunglasses but the young man was shamelessly checking you out. It started when you were bent over your back seat trying to get the bag from under the seat and he was able to see your round ass in those jeans. Things only became better for the young man when he realized you had a pretty face to boot.

“Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” It was a playful way of deflecting as you knew your son and husband wouldn’t want you going around saying who you were. They could both get so embarrassed by your mere existence. John told you he was still teased about being an old man with a young wife, although you two were only three years apart in age.

“Private Wakefield, nice to meet you-“ He gestured for you to share your name. With a sigh you realized you weren’t getting out of this.

“Price.” You smiled kindly.

“You’re Mags mum? Wait that means you’re the Captain’s wife.” The look that took over Wakefield’s face had you feeling apprehensive. He seemed to be a little too thrilled to have made the connection and it made your stomach sink.

Coming was a bad idea.

“Yup, well gotta go. Nice to meet you.” Waving politely you closed your car door with your hip and went to scurry away.

“Wait, you’re an American? I would’ve never guessed Captain Price would marry an American!” The new friend you made called after you but you pretended not to hear him and continued on your way.

After sharing your ID more times than you thought necessary you were finally permitted into the expansive building where John’s office was. Walking down the corridor you were given smirks and confident grins from the men you passed. There were a few hellos and men purposefully stopping to hold the door for you when you weren’t close to it. You double checked your bra wasn’t showing or something because you could feel the unwanted eyes locking on to you.

To the men around a pretty woman in civilian clothes hardly ever graced them in these parts so you were quite the treat to look at. You weren’t dressed in anything crazy, just a pair of light skinny jeans, a fitted black long sleeve, and black booted heels with your hair down. You wore this to work, it didn’t feel like a sexy little outfit or anything.

Turning the corner you ran straight into a brick wall of a human. Thankfully you’d run into this man plenty before because he never got out of someone’s way, he expected others to move. After accidentally smushing your face into Simon Riley’s rock hard chest you stumbled back a few steps. His large mitt of a hand caught you by the elbow as your heels clicked and made you more off balance.

“What the hell are you doing here?” No hellos, no pleasantries, he was the same old rude asshole you’d come to love. When he saw you stable on your feet he let go.

“A hello would be nice.” You retorted only to have blank eyes stare down at you.

Simon was dressed in his usual all black military get up and had on the same dumb mask that you hated. There was a smudge of your foundation in the center of his chest from where you ran into him. You always gave him grief about his mask when he would come over and take it off, asking why he couldn’t be a normal person and just not wear it. He usually ignored you or started a conversation with someone else.

“Bringing John and Jj lunch. And if you’re nice I packed something for you and Gaz too.” That seemed to whip Simon into shape. You watched as behind the mask his eyes softened at the mention of your cooking. He loved to tell you American food was shite while he asked for seconds.

“I’ll take it off your hands and feed it to the dogs.” It wasn’t said in a playful tone but you knew it was lighthearted by now, he was just a smart ass who liked getting a rise out of you.

“Hold this.” You shoved one of the bags into his chest and he took it after an eye roll.

You wiped the foundation you left behind off his chest and he stared down with an angry look that you were touching him. While you were rummaging through the bag Simon watched carefully, noticing a pie sitting at the bottom. He also noticed each container had the same contents but different portions of different things. They were all labeled in your neat handwriting so you wouldn’t get confused on who’s was who’s.

“Here. And stop by John’s office in a little I made pie too, I just have to cut it. Oh and here’s Gaz’s, give it to him please.” Handing over two glass tupperware containers Simon grinned under the mask, happy you couldn’t see his excitement.

You’d made this exact meal once before and him, Gaz, and Soap devoured the entirety of it leaving a very pissed off John who wanted leftovers. Simon also was the one who primarily cooked at home, his wife found it tedious and wasn’t exactly good at it, so he almost never turned down a free meal especially from someone who could cook like you.

“Those the beans with the fat?” Simon internally said ‘fuck it’ you could win today and know he actually liked you the tiniest bit.

“Yeah, I put extra in yours because I remember you liked it so much. Recipe is also taped to the bottom.” You gave him a playful wink, tapping your finger on the bottom of his container that had a cartoon ghost that you drew on it instead of writing his name. Gaz had a double portion of cornbread which meant to Simon you noticed he liked that the best; he saw you had also put a heart next to his name. Part of him hated to admit how thoughtful you were because it meant you were as sharp eyed as the Captain.

“Thanks.” He smiled under his mask and you could tell by the way his eyes crinkled.

“Now, fuck off.” And there he was, back to his normal unpleasant self. Handing you back the bag he went on his way and you watched as people scampered out of his way as to not get trucked down.

“Such an ass.” You quietly laughed to yourself.

“You Ghosts girl? Didn’t think the man was capable of affection.” A man passing by joked.

“I’m joking, he doesn’t seem like the type you’d be interested in.” You could see the young man was ready to stop and chat just by the way he looked at you; which was somewhat unsettling. Before you could respond Simon was back and crowding the man’s space.

“Leave her be.” Simon’s voice boomed through the corridor; he sounded almost demonic.

Those in ear shot looked from Ghost to you and everyone instantly got the message; all around averting their gaze from you. Ghost was living up to his name, he looked and felt like a looming black mass as he intimidated this poor recruit until the boy was practically running down the hall. Looking down the hall Simon seemed to notice something you didn’t.

“Piss right off Wakefield.” He barked.

Turning to look you saw the same young man you met outside but he didn’t seem scared of Ghost one bit. He gave you a wave, smile and a cheeky wink before turning on his heels and walking in the opposite direction.

”Go to Caps office. No detours.” Simon roughly motioned for you to be on your way. He was so use to everyone around him being intimidated by him or even unsettled but you never seemed to be; besides the first time you met.

“Please goes a long way.” You smiled politely before taking off down the hall. No one else got under Ghost’s skin like you, and you were lucky you gave him food or he’d be barking something rude in your direction.

Now you were walking a bit faster to get to John’s office, you didn’t want to have anymore conversation because your husband would be giving you an ear full as is. Once he heard Simons account of everything John would be pissed.

Once you reached the door with ‘Captain Price’ neatly written across the fogged window you felt relieved. Knocking lightly you heard a gruff and frankly annoyed ‘Come in.’ Opening the door you couldn’t help but smile brightly seeing your handsome husband with his head shoved into some paper work and not bothering to look who was here. He was dressed in a beige quarter zip that was camouflage on the sleeves. It was neatly tucked into his faded beige cargo pants with a belt fasted around his waist and boots tied up nice and neat.

“What?” John asked sounding utterly unpleasant. You weren’t sure how anyone came to ask him things with an attitude like that.

“Hungry?” Your sweet voice had John’s head snapping up so fast you swore he would give himself whiplash.

“What are you doing here?” John sounded caught off guard; he was ecstatic to see you instead of someone who’d be asking him for something. Standing quickly John was rounding his desk and shutting his office door behind you, then taking the bags from you. He placed them on his desk getting a wiff of something amazing.

“The girls went out and didn’t want me to come. Told me I was lame. So I tried cooking to distract myself, I went kind of overboard. It’s better fresh so I thought I’d bring it here for you.” You felt a bit embarrassed now admitting why you were here. You didn’t feel ‘lame’ when your daughter called you it but now you did.

“You, lame?” John glanced over his shoulder as he emptied the bags you had brought.

“Yeah, guess I’m finally uncool to Lily.” Stepping forward you were still waiting for a hug and kiss hello, but you didn’t get one. Your face went to a deadpan one as you watched John pop off the lid to his lunch and immediately bite into one of the chicken thigh you put in there. He tapped the name you wrote on top and chuckled; it read ‘Captain Sexy.’

“You gave me all thighs, fuck, you know me so well.” Talking with his mouth full you continued to watch your husband stuff his face as if no one were watching. John had been thinking about lunch for the last hour but didn’t want to subject himself to the food on base.

“So I don’t get a hug or kiss?” You asked and John was adamantly shaking his head ‘no.’

“Gotta eat it while it’s still crispy.” He spoke with his mouth full and pointed at the glass container sitting on his desk with the bare bone he’d cleaned off in record time.

“That good?” With a little laugh you lightened up significantly seeing how in to the food John was. He was such a satisfying person to cook for, always humming and shaking his head in approval when he really liked something.

“Yes! Here, darling, sit.” John gestured to his desk chair that was the comfiest seat in the room. Wiping his hands off haphazardly he came and guided you around his desk and to his chair; giving you a greasy peck to the lips along the way. Once you were seated he was back to standing by the side of his desk and eating.

“These the beans with the fat? Uh, Boston baked beans right?” John’s eyes sparkled as he asked, he looked like a little boy on Christmas.

“Right, just how you like.” With a smile you saw John’s whole face light up like he was getting away with something.

“There’s a spoon in that drawer, pass it to me please.” Pointing to the drawer to your left you swiveled in your chair surprised John kept cutlery in his desk.

Opening it up you saw a clear plastic container with a metal fork, knife, spoon, and chopsticks. You’d never seen this before, but it made you snort out a laugh that there was what use to be a yellow cartoon figure in the bottom corner that John tried to scratch off.

“Where’d you get these?” You asked handing him the container.

“Korea.” John said simply. It made sense when you glanced over the set again. The spoon shape was a lot different and the chopsticks were made of metal.

“We should go to Korea soon. I haven’t been since before I met you.” Smiling up at John you enjoyed watching him devour the lunch you packed. He even ate the green beans which was surprising since he hated vegetables. Nodding simply, a knock sounded on his door. Before either of you could respond it was quickly opened.

Jj slid into the room, only opening the door enough for his body to fit through. He had an angry look on his face which made him look even more like his father than he already did. Jj was dressed in beige cargo pants, an army green t-shirt, and had on a baseball cap with the British flag.

“Your mum cooked. Eat it before it goes soggy.” John grabbed the container with Jj’s name on top, it read ‘Sun’ with a cartoon sun drawn next to it, and waved it around for his son to take. The food didn’t seem to shake the anger radiating off your boy as he walked up to his father’s desk and stared down at you with narrowed eyes.

“What are you doing here?” He hissed seemingly a lot angrier than you first expected.

“Oi, don’t be like that. Your mum cooked up a feast, and a bloody good one at that.” John placed the container back on his desk and lightly shoved his son by the shoulder to hopefully knock some sense in to him.

“Just you wait! Wakefield was goin’ on and on about some ‘bird’ with a ‘tight arse and big tits’ and then asked if ‘my MILF of a mum’ planned on staying with an old tyrant like you.” Jj snapped recounting everything in way too much detail for your or John’s liking. He wasn’t holding back because the shock value would hopefully keep you far away from here.

“I have a tight ass?” You joked, playfully looking to your husband. It was your attempt at diffusing the tension. They both snapped their heads at you and looked at you with daggers in their eyes. Instinctively you put your hands up in defense.

“Enough, take your food and leave.” John was shaking his head, visibly upset. It still didn’t stop him from continuing to stand by the side of his desk and eat.

“Mum, go home. I don’t need you around here humiliating me.” Jj’s response to you stopping by instantly had your chest tightening.

You weren’t sure what you had done to humiliate your son, unless bringing your boys food constituted that. Maybe it was your daughter’s uninviting you from their outing but this treatment today felt undeserved and had you feeling a painful burning pressure behind your eyes. John knew you well enough that hearing that was something that would have you crying before bed. Looking at you he could see just how hurt you were.

“Excuse me?” John’s entire demeanor changed from being reasonably upset to outright irate.

Something John had learned to accept in his marriage was that he had the pleasure of having a hot wife who was aging like fine wine. He would never get comfortable with the lingering stares or you getting hit on, but he’d learned to think about it differently. You were a woman worth desiring for more than your beauty and John was the lucky man who was able to call you his. The jealousy would always rage inside of him but nowadays it took a gentle kiss from you and those bright eyes he loved so dearly to snap him out of it.

John also knew you didn’t like the attention and played off how uncomfortable it made you with humor. It deeply hurt you to think your family or husband was embarrassed of you for the way you looked. Yes it happened to be because you were pretty but that didn’t matter to you, it was hurtful all the same. So for John to hear you being treated in a way that you were already self conscious about, he knew it would deeply wound you. And there was no way in hell he was going to stand by and let that happen to you.

“You’re not going to do anything about it, so she should leave.” Jj answered back shortly, his father was seething but trying his best not to lose his temper in front of you.

“I’ll do plenty.” John spoke simply, scrapping down the glass and shoveling the last few bites in his mouth.

“Really? Seems like you’d rather be a fat as-“

“ENOUGH!” John shouted so loudly you swore the windows shook, his voice dropping to a scary octave.

Forget Simon John was ten times scarier. The reaction was so strong you almost jumped out of your skin. You were surprised the glass container didn’t shattered as John tossed it on to his desk and you quickly caught it before it fell to the floor. It left you feeling anxious to hear your husband so uncharacteristically upset; although maybe that was normal here.

Jj stood there silently, falling right into line. The irritation from before seemed to wash off him while he stood up straight and emotionless.

“Your sisters have upset your mum enough today! Then she does something nice for you and you treat her like an embarrassment for the way she looks!?” John was now in your unblinking son’s face and he didn’t hold back. The stoic expression Jj wore was the same you’d seen from pictures of John’s early days in the military.

“And if you want to talk about fat asses you should lay off the beer, it’s starting to show!” The last bit was a low shot since Jj had put on a few pounds from drinking with his buddies. Sitting there silently you continued to cringe at what you saw as a complete overreaction from your husband.

“Yes, sir.” Jj spoke through gritted teeth. It was clear to you Jj wanted to tell John exactly where he could go but the hierarchical bullshit the military was built on stopped him.

“Get out. And if Wakefield makes you so emotional deal with it yourself instead of running to tattle to daddy.” John had stopped shouting but his words were still cruel. Making Jj sound weak by using the word ‘emotional’ and a child for coming to John.

“John.” You whispered, trying to get him to tone it down a notch.

“Thanks, mum.” Jj grabbed his lunch container and nodded to you with a blank expression before exiting his father’s office. Once the door clicked shut behind him John let out a frustrated grunt.

“Little overboard don’t you think?” You asked, slack jawed. You had seen your husband lose his temper plenty of times over the years with your children; but never like this. At home John was strict but cruel words weren’t really his style.

“No, I’m not going to treat him any differently than if someone else came and spoke to you or me like that.” John grumbled before rounding his desk.

You wanted to argue back but decided against it. It wasn’t your place, this was John’s work and that may be your son but even Jj confirmed John treated him like everyone else. John leaned over you, getting into your personal space and fiddled with his computer. You could smell his spicy warm cologne and aftershave. Watching closely you saw him pulling up personnel files until ‘Peter Wakefield’ was on the screen.

“You meet Wakefield or was he one of the men to check your ID?” John asked.

“Met him outside. I tried to not give him my name. That’s also not him.” You pointed at the screen feeling on edge.

John clicked his mouse and brought up the next file. It was ‘Thomas Wakefield’ and John looked back at you and hummed in acknowledgment, you shook your head yes.

“This kids a little prick. Simon hates him too, so no surprise he’s stirring up trouble for J.” Breathing heavily through his nose John started to contemplate how he’d make the little shit pay.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped by.” You blurted out the words which immediately caught John’s attention. Turning to look at you he could see just how upset you were, on the verge of tears.

“Don’t. I’m happy you’re here.” Squatting in front of you John took your hands in his. His blue eyes were much softer than before. Your normal husband had returned and Captain Price had vanished.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you guys. I just wanted to do something nice. If I kn-“ Cutting you off John kissed you.

His lips pressed firmly against yours, a silent plea of him asking you to stop talking. John stayed there and kissed you with so much passion he was soon kneeling between your thighs and making out with you. It felt natural to fall into John’s warmth and kiss him back with just as much yearning. You didn’t need him to tell you he wanted you here it was obvious he did the moment he realized you were here. Now he was showing you through his desires that he more than wanted you here.

The makeout session you found yourself in killed all the insecure thoughts. John wanted you to feel beautiful and he knew just the way to do that. Continuing to kiss and suck on your lips like a man starved his hands began to wander. The way he was getting worked up was a surprise but now he was fondling your breasts under your shirt and making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Price.” A voice all too familiar barked from outside his door, followed by a firm single knock.

John pulled away, his pupils blown wide and eating up the blue you loved so much. He seemed in a daze as he glanced at your lips and then began to stand, rough hands slipping from under your shirt.

“I’ll finish you later.” John leaned in and whispered in your ear, leaving you with a scratchy kiss to the cheek. His sultry words had you pressing your thighs together.

“What?” John called, sounding pissed off as his office door began to open.

Simon walked in, his frame taking up most of the doorway as he entered. You wondered if he could tell by how close John was to you what you two had been up to. It wasn’t the closeness that gave you two away, it was that doe eyed look you had. Almost as if you were lost in a day dream.

“Your son’s beating the shit out of Wakefield. Do you want me to stop him?” Taking his thumb Simon pointed over his shoulder to no where in particular.

“What!?” You practically yelled standing so quickly John’s chair flew out from under you and slammed into the wall.

“You came here to ask instead of breaking it up?” John stared at Simon with his eyebrows knit and looking at the lieutenant as if he were dumb.

“Giving the kid a chance to get a couple more good hits in. Should’ve heard what Wakefield said about her.” Simon nodded in your direction.

“Simon Riley, you go get my son!” You hissed at him. Hand dropping to his side Simon stared at you a moment before speaking.

“Don’t take orders from you. That’s why I asked Price.” His nonchalant attitude towards you was getting old fast. You were about to verbally tear him to shreds but John had spoken before you could.

“Fuckin’ hell go break it up. Im coming.” Snatching his hat from his desk John marched out of his office with you hot on his heels.

“Darling, stay put you know this is only going to upset you.” John didn’t bother shooing you away because there was no use.

“Fuck that.” Nothing was going to keep you from checking on your son. Your maternal side couldn’t stop the worry that took over hoping he wasn’t too banged up.

Ghost lead you and John outside of the building to where the sand pit was. The pit was most commonly used for punishment and Jj Price had full intention of capitalizing on that. Jj had Wakefields face pushed into the sand with his thigh as he had the young man in an arm bar.

“Say it again and I’ll break your fucking arm!” Jj was scary looking as he threatened Wakefield. You hated to admit it but he was turning out to be just as hot tempered as John was at this age.

“BREAK IT UP!” John voice boomed through the air.

Again you flinched at the volume your husband was capable of reaching. It was truly scary to be around any man that yelled like that but something about John’s presence made him that much scarier. Deciding you didn’t want to have any implication with what was going on or lose any hearing you stood by the door.

You watched as Jj let go and both young men were quickly scrambling to their feet, only Jj got one last shove in and sent Wakefield tumbling face first back into the coarse sand. Once on his feet Wakefield lunged at Jj who seamlessly push kicked him in the stomach and sent him flying. You watched with a pained expression as John shoved Jj back and then proceeded to yank Wakefield up to his feet. Shouts were ringing through the air as John berated them both for fighting.

Wakefields face was red and he had a bloody crooked nose that didn’t seem to want to stop gushing. As John reprimanded both men Wakefield had to lean to the side every so often to spit out the blood that continuously flowed into his mouth from his nose. You could see his nose was angled awkwardly now and a black eye was beginning to form. Jj on the other hand didn’t have a scratch on him, he only had sand sticking to his sweaty skin and Wakefields sunglasses hooked into the collar of his shirt. The little shit didn’t think hitting the poor boy was enough he just had to steal his sunglasses too.

“Indy!” Kyle’s voice sounded from behind you as he exited the double doors you were standing next to.

“Kyle hey.” You glanced between what was now your husband shouting his guts out and Kyle giving you a warm smile.

“Ghost said you had some food for me. You really didn’t have to, but, I’m starved.” Kyle carried on like John losing his god damn mind was normal. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together in anticipation.

“How are you not worried.” You pointed at John who was beginning to go hoarse from shouting. You couldn’t even make out what he was saying at this point, only that your son and Wakefield stayed expressionless as John screamed in their faces.

“Ah Caps like that everyday. There’s always someone new for him to yell at.” Kyle waved it off and continued to give you a pleasant smile.

“Everyday?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, you get use to it. So the food?” Kyle brushed past your shock and was nodding at you to answer his question.

“Gave it to Simon to give to you.” You said off handed eyes fixed on the young man with blood pouring from his nose. He was going to need to get his nose reset, you were sure of that.

“No you didn’t. He said you told him to have me look for you.” Giving you a confused look your face dropped. Instantly you knew Simon had most likely eaten both portions and played it off like they were his.

“He’s such an ass.” You mumbled.

“So no food?” The dejected look Kyle had on his face lasted for only a second as he tried act like it didn’t bother him. He didn’t want you feeling bad, he wasn’t entitled to your cooking. Although he use to make fun of Soap for asking for your recipes when he now too did the same.

“No, I made an extra plate just in case. But it doesn’t have extra cornbread which I know is your favorite.” With a heavy sigh your head hung low. Today was not going your way. None of the men in your life wanted to behave like civilized people.

“Indy, you’re the fuckin’ best!” Kyle grasped you by the shoulders and lightly shook you for emphasis. The gesture had you laughing lightly your mood lifting only somewhat. He was trying to cheer you since Kyle truly thought of you as a friend.

“Don’t touch her!” John barked at Kyle. His hands flew off of you so fast it startled you and Kyle was taking two large steps back.

You gave John a mean look for yelling at Kyle for what you thought was normal friendliness. He stormed right past you as if he didn’t know you and barreled into the double doors, throwing both open and nearly taking a new recruit out.

“I should-“ you pointed after John and Kyle only shook his head in understanding.

“The foods in John’s office if you wanna give him a minute to cool off.” With an awkward smile you thought you should apologize for John’s behavior but didn’t.

“Best make it ten.” Kyle joked.

John was gone by the time you were walking through the double doors. You weren’t expecting him to storm off and leave you in the dust. With a pitiful sigh you started to make your way back to where you thought John’s office was. The thing was you kept walking and walking but must have gotten turned around at some point. You tried looking around but nothing was clearly labeled and no sighs pointed you in the right direction.

“You lost, miss?” Turning you saw a gentleman your own age.

Internally you sighed in relief that finally you weren’t dealing with shit head twenty year olds. He stood about six feet and shared a very similar physique to your husband, he was also dress similarly only he was in navy. The man was clean shaven and seemed much more approachable than John. He had neatly trimmed black hair that was going grey by the temples and had thick eyebrows. His skin was ivory which made his hazel eyes seem cat like, he had thin lips, pearly white teeth, and a charming smile.

“Yeah, I’m looking for Price’s office.” You gave the man a thankful smile for having stopped to help or you would still be wandering around these empty hallways.

“What does a woman like you want with that tyrant.” The joke had you awkwardly laughing. John being called a tyrant use to make you prickle up in his defense but after seeing how quick he was to anger here you weren’t sure people were wrong.

“Just need to grab something real quick.” You deflected. After what happened with Jj you didn’t want anyone else knowing you were the wife of Captain Price, you’d accidentally stirred up enough trouble and John didn’t take teasing well.

“Well come with me. I’m Captain Harris. It’s nice to see a new face around here.” The charm this guy was laying on was thick and you weren’t sure if he was a bit of a flirt or overly friendly.

“Thanks, I’m Y/N.” You decided to go with your first name as the shared last name gave you away too quickly; you’d learned your lesson.

“Nice to meet you. You work here?” Now you were starting to feel like John with your hatred of small talk in this moment. Your mind was racing with the thought of your son having just been in a fist fight and you were somewhat ticked off John left you to find your own way back.

“Uh-no. I’m an archeologist, well turned museum curator.” You gave a warm smile not realizing how charming you naturally came off to those around you.

Harris couldn’t remember the last time he’d found himself in a conversation with a woman as pretty as you so he was enjoying this immensely. It also seemed like you were enjoy yourself too. Your general politeness giving Harris the wrong impression. What you saw as basic friendliness was often misconstrued as warmth and flirting here in the UK.

“Beautiful and smart. Quite the package.” The comment instantly had you on edge and your response was to laugh uncomfortably.

Although Captain Harris didn’t see it as you being uncomfortable, he read it as you flirting back. What woman laughs at a man’s jokes and doesn’t find them interesting; at least that was Captains Harris’ train of thought. You also didn’t combat the compliment which must have meant you enjoyed it. He was blind to your awkwardness and saw it a you playing coy.

“I think I know where I am. I can take it from here.” Without looking at the man who you deemed as nice a moment ago and now weren’t a fan of, you turned down the hallway you were walking by. You had no clue if John’s office was that way but you’d figure it out.

“Wait, that’s the wrong way love.” You froze in your tracks as you felt a large unfamiliar hand on your lower back, dangerously close to your ass and the other was lightly gripping your elbow.

Looking up at Captain Harris, his eyes were soft and smile charming, he really thought you found him attractive for some odd reason. His leaned down just a bit so you could hear him better and put himself uncomfortably close to you. Guiding you back toward the direction of John’s office he made his final mistake.

“This way.” Nodding with his head in the proper direction he playfully gave your bottom a tiny little pat, you barely felt it.

If the circumstances were different and the woman he was flirting with was flirting back it wouldn’t have been taken horribly. But that wasn’t the case. You weren’t flirting and he was not your husband. That was enough for you to go to push him off you but he was gone before you could.

Time slowed as you watch this man get pulled by the back of his collar, picked up, and sumo slammed into the floor, hard. The guttural choked gasp that forced its way out of Captain Harris’ lungs as he connected with the floor sounded pained. You wouldn’t be able to forget the sound of a 200lb man hitting the tiled floor with that kind of force.

John was standing over the man wild eyed and radiating a murderous rage. Snatching Harris who was heaving for breath by the collar of his shirt you watched as John wound back and smacked the absolute daylights out of the man. The force behind the strike rang through the hallways and from how loud the clap of skin on skin was you knew that was going to leave a welt across the man’s face.

“Price.” The name was wheezed out as Harris coughed and sputtered form having the wind knocked out of him.

Before you could step in and stop John he had let go of Harris’ collar, letting the man crumple into a heap on the floor. John was panting heavy from anger but was feeling significantly better. All the pent of rage he’d been holding in today left his body as soon as his open hand connected with this man’s face.

“That’s my wife. Touch her again and I swear to god Harris I’ll make you regret it.” John spoke calmly which didn’t fit the situation at all. You also thought that Harris was regretting it right now as he coughed and sounded like he was going to be sick.

You had dumbly been standing there, frozen in place as you watched everything unfold. Normally you’d be hollering and screaming for John to stop but for some odd reason it didn’t piss you off that he just bitch slapped another grown man. It kind of turned you on seeing him defend you.

“C’mon, it’s time for you to go home.” Leaving the man who was now dry heaving on the floor John lightly grabbed your elbow and started to lead you down the hall. You passed by a few others who John stopped and told them to check on Harris because he had tripped. Clearly John wasn’t going to admit to attacking the man.

You were in utter shock and honestly so was John. He really thought you were going to lose your mind after he realized what he had done. When he saw you and Harris he thought nothing of it, just cute you asking for directions because John left you behind. But then he saw the little ass slap and everything went black. Before he registered or knew it John had smashed his peer into the floor and smacked him with all his strength. In his defense he used his left hand as he didn’t want to knock the guy out.

John was feeling antsy by the time he shuffled you into his office. Quiet was not a word he’d use to describe you, and you had been silent the entire walk here. After shutting his office door John braced himself for your inevitable freak out. You had made it clear violence was never the answer and John had done a good job of respecting that in your marriage; save the time two guys knocked the side view mirror off his car and called you a bitch.

Now for some reason John getting into a fight was the biggest turn on. Maybe it was because he didn’t go over overkill? Or that it had been such a horrible day and you felt you needed defending? Either way you were ready to ride him until your legs gave out.

John turned slowly to look at you and in the matter of a second you were on him. Arms flung around his neck and mouth attacking his. It caught John off guard to be shoved against his office door with you all over him, but he wasn’t complaining. He was stunned for a moment but was soon kissing you back. The adrenaline from moments ago was still coursing through his veins and must be the same for you.

John and you were making out sloppy and dirty. His rough hands were grasping and squeezing any part of you he could reach. As your tongues danced together you found yourself unfastening his belt and struggling with the button of his trousers. John rough hands settled on the back of your thighs after grabbing your ass with a tight grip. Picking you up with ease you wrapped your legs around your husbands v-shaped waist letting out a muffled moan against his lips as you ground your hips forward into his toned abdomen. John brought you to his desk, stumbling over himself, then the chair that sat in front of it, and ungracefully sitting you there. You knocked into his monitor and sent his trey of files spilling onto the floor.

“Cap?” A knock sounded on the door and as quickly as you two connected John was detaching himself. He frantically fastened his belt as you hopped off his desk and tidy yourself. You were panting lightly and picking up the files off the floor to hide what you two had just been interrupted doing.

“What?” Like every time today John barked out for whoever dared bother him. He was quietly telling you to stop frantically cleaning but you didn’t listen.

Opening the door slowly Gaz stepped in with an apprehensive look. His eyes fell to you squatted on the ground picking up files, then the monitor on John’s desk that was now crooked, and then to his Captain who was pretending not to notice anything.

“Hey! I have your food right here Kyle.” Standing you plopped John’s files onto his desk and grabbed the extra container of food. You stopped for a moment, realizing half the pie you brought was gone.

“That fucker.” You hissed handing Gaz the container. Gaz was staring at you trying to pretend like he didn’t know what you two had just been up to. He knew if he looked at John he’d be getting a death stare in return.

“Who?” John asked coming off annoyed and finally looking at you.

“Simon. First he steals Kyle’s food and now half my pies missing.” Your agitation didn’t register to John so he brushed the comment off. He was trying to play it cool although Kyle was certain you two would be going at it if he hadn’t interrupted you by accident. It was funny to him that Captain Price was still just a man at the end of the day; a perverted man who was doing what most other men here wished for.

“Thanks Indy.” With a kind smile Kyle turned his attention to John who looked angry. You knew it was because this was the second time you two had been interrupted today.

“Did you assault Captain Harris?” The question had both you and John straightening up.

“Why?” John immediately sounded defensive and you could see in his eyes he was pretending to not be worried.

“Well he just told some of the higher ups you slammed him into the floor and slapped him. I was pulled aside and questioned about your character. Naturally I said you would never, that isn’t like you. But between us, I don’t think Harris is lying; the man’s got a welt in the shape of a hand print across his face.” Gaz spoke matter of factly but you could see the twinkle of concern and amusement in his eyes.

“Fuck.” John cursed and turned his gaze down to his feet.

“Can see the imprint of your bloody ring. You use your left hoping it wouldn’t leave a mark?” To anyone else it might have sounded like Gaz was cracking a joke but you and John knew he was seriously asking.

“Yeah.” John mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

“May I ask why, sir?” John waved his hand dismissively and Gaz nodded then looked to you.

“He patted my bum.” You blurted out as soon as you made eye contact.

“Oh, so he had it coming. Good for you, Cap.” Gaz clapped a hand on John’s broad shoulder and thanked you again for the food before leaving.

“I don’t think I should visit again.” You said plainly.

“Might be best.”

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It had been a few days since you stopped by base to drop off lunch for your husband and son. You had read Jj the riot act for getting into a fight but it went in one ear and out the other. He nodded along not actually listening and when you asked John for back up he too wasn’t listening.

Now Jj found himself at his first disciplinary hearing. He’d done so well at staying out of trouble and having never crossed any lines that would mean for him to be punished seriously. It was mainly due to the fact when he first joined the military his father’s reputation for being a ruler breaker came to light. Jj learned that his father had a knack for bending the rules and making decision that went against higher ups orders but ultimately being the right call. It made Jj resentful in a way because he was assumed to be short tempered and righteous like John.

Being here felt like he had let himself down. Part of him was so upset with himself while the other knew Wakefield got exactly what he deserved. The last thing said was some crude comment about your tits of all things and Jj lost it. He went absolutely feral and beat the snot out of the asshole while Ghost watched from a distance. Ghost even gave some pointers and call outs to Jj to make things hurt more as he landed blow after blow.

“I see you’re following in your father’s footsteps.” The Court Martial’s voice snapped Jj out of his runaway thoughts.

“Sorry, sir?” He asked confused why his father was being brought up.

“If you had done any more harm to Private Wakefield we’d be throwing the book at you. But we’ve taken in to account the circumstances, a few stepped forward on your behalf, and this is your first offense. For now it’s a two weeks wages forfeited and probation.” The Court Martial leaned forward over his desk and gave Jj a stern look.

“Yes, sir.” Jj answered back in his normal militant voice.

“No more fighting. Although you Price’s seem to have a knack for it.” The last bit was mumbled but Jj had just caught it. It made him frustrated to always be compared to his father no matter how hard he tried to separate himself from John.

“Yes, sir.” Through gritted teeth Jj tried to hide his frustrated feelings.

“Get out of here.” With a wave of his hand the Court Martial sent Jj on his way. He didn’t seem to be too bothered by the situation but Jj was.

Jj didn’t wait around, he made his way to the door as soon as he could. His mind was racing and he was contemplating if he should confront his father. Ask the man to pull his shit together with the rule breaking so Jj would stop getting compared to him negatively. It only took a moment to decide against it, Jj had just gotten in trouble he’d look like a hypocrite.

Walking into the hallway his eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Standing there waiting was none other than his father, Captain John Price. He didn’t mean to but Jj audibly groaned seeing his old man.

“You here to ream me for the disciplinary hearing?” Jj asked hating that he didn’t just get a punishment from the higher ups but would also get an ear full from his father. Not that John had a leg to stand on and Jj would absolutely be throwing that in his face as soon as they were off base.

“No. My disciplinary hearings next.” It was said matter of factly, like John had been outside these doors many times before. The admission had Jj perking up, John wasn’t here to yell at him.

“What!?” Jj was taken aback but not truly surprised that his dad had done something to wind up here. Now it was just a matter of what.

“Yeah, wait outside for me and I’ll drive us home. Your mums cooking up a feast again.” Barely paying attention John pulled out his phone and shot you a text that Jj would be coming for dinner.

“What’d you do?” Stepping forward Jj asked so if anyone passed by they wouldn’t be able to hear.

“Fighting.” John spoke simply, slipping his phone back in his pocket.

“Who!?” Jj felt vindicated hearing this. He thought his dad had gotten caught in a lie or ignored orders. He was not expecting for them both to be here for the same reason.

“Harris.” John said plainly.

A disciplinary hearing wasn’t the worst thing, John usually got out of the consequences once he explained his side. What was frustrating was his son was here to witness him going in to see the Court Martial. John knew they’d planned it this way to maximize the embarrassment and have him be accountable by running into his son. Show him that his proclivity to breaking the rules was being passed on.

“You’re the one who smacked him so hard he’s got a hand print across his face!? Dad you can see the outline of your ring!” Jj was floored absolutely enthralled learning that the man he reported to, Captain Harris, had been bitch slapped by Jj’s own father. No wonder he had been giving Jj extra duties and making his life harder than usual. It wasn’t for his own fighting it was because he was humiliated by John and Jj was the closest person he could take out his frustration on.

“I only hit him once. Harris is a fuckin’ cry baby, always has been. Fucker deserved it, just like Wakefield deserves the broken nose.” John spoke indignantly and truly meant what he said. No one was allowed to mess with his wife and John was proud Jj kicked Wakefields ass so he didn’t have to do it.

“Captain Harris fucked around with mum?” Jj asked realizing the only thing that would ever get his father to actually attack a fellow soldier was you.

“Yep.” John hummed.

Looking to his left John saw lieutenant Simon Riley stalking down the hall. He nodded acknowledging both men and then took a seat right outside the door Jj had come from.

“What are you doing here?” John asked. Normally he was informed if one of his men were having a disciplinary hearing.

“Getting a smack for not breaking up this idiot and Wakefield.” Simon nodded to Jj.

“She’s unintentionally gotten us all into trouble.” John’s head dropped as he reminded himself how lucky of a man he was to call you his. None of this was your fault but like always you brought trouble with you. You just couldn’t help it.

“I don’t know. Saturday was good fun. She should stop by more!” Ghost chuckled darkly.

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[bunnyinvanilla]

bar owner price getting hit on by some woman who’s not reader pleaaaaase 🙏 (fluffy or smutty idk)(both perchance)

thank you for requesting this flower blossom!! I hope to live up to the expectations, its longer than I planned it to be, but enjoy your freshly baked pie!🍰

warnings: sugar daddy price, sugar baby fem!reader, slight sliiiight public play, jealousy, laaarge age gap! price is in his 40s and reader is 21, ringed hand! oopsie!

you were sweet and kind, yes, but oh weren’t you the jealous type.

dammed be that time you’d asked price if you could still ‘help around the bar’ when it got too busy, when you could’ve simply been sitting on his lap, read a book and be his little sugar baby in peace. you rubbed a tablecloth against the already crystal shining bottle of whatever rich liquor bottle were holding, mind and eyes completely elsewhere — the night had started pretty good, John had been busy discussing with his teammates about the next upcoming mission, and you had been dusting off the countertop, all ribboned and dolled up.

but, just as little bunnies could catch the tiniest shift in the environment and put their senses in alert, ears twitching upward, stilling in their tracks, as the night went on, you could feel something, no, someone that didn’t please your inner senses.

you carefully placed the half filled glass on the tray, eyes shifting to where John was sitting. His ringed, left hand held up his usual poison, scotch with no ice, but Simon wasn’t sitting in front of him, nor was Gaz, or Johnny.

no, an older, clearly attractive woman was — everything about her poured an uneasy feeling down your spine, the way she was practically eye-eating john up, not even trying to hide her obvious smirk, shamelessly undressing him with her eyes.

you blinked, dumbfounded, towards her. She was everything you were not, generously gifted curves wise, confident, and conventionally attractive. If you were a bunny, she was a whole panther.

she leaned herself closer, practically squeezing her chest up to him, her lips mouthing something you couldn’t quite catch from here, but John wasn’t looking at her, his eyes were focused down on his glass, the tip of his finger distractingly tracing the circular edge of the glass.

he literally owned the bar, he could simply make her leave and do you a huge favor, right?

you let out a shaky breath, feeling the familiar sensation of warm, burning roots of jealousy creep up your chest and paint your cheeks red. Your throat stung, welcoming in the feeling that almost made you want to stomp your foot on the ground like bunnies did when they were upset and offended.

you angrily picked up the tray, walking down towards the costumer who’d been waiting for his order. He was sitting a few seats away from them, and despite your crippling frustration, you smiled at him softly, placing his drink down.

“could show you a great time, big bear”

you stilled at that luring, seductive voice, your smile faltering when you heard her words. You hated the way it sounded, the way she dared to use a nickname on him. Only you could.

she winked at him, and stood up, her clothes revealing enough to leave little to the imagination. Great, you’d have to ask Johnny to get you some ice cream so could eat it while crying over yourself. You heard her heels clink distantly, towards the back of the bar, down to the bathrooms, and you straightened your back, a flustered, annoyed expression on your usual soft, smiling face.

taking the empty tray back with you, you walked past John, ready to hide yourself behind the counter and brood all night long about what had just happened — your own heels sounded louder than usual, each step trying to ease up some pent up sparks of anger,

“doll” the gruff, deep voice called from behind you, low and heavy. You stopped, still not facing him, halfway past him. You frowned, waiting a few seconds before turning towards him and start walking again,

one, two, three, four steps until you were in front of him. He was looking up at you, eyes always so impossibly intense, you could never tell what he was thinking, always so impassible, self assured and keeping his composure.

that’s when your juvenile immaturity came out. You crossed your arms together, shifting your position imperceptibly, yet little enough that he could see the light tilt of your hip. Now it was his time to stare, his eyes warm like the golden liquid he’d been drinking, taking greedily in every inch of your feminine, short uniform.

“what, sir? do you need an ashtray?” you questioned, your sweet voice tinted with an uncharacteristic sarcasm as you blinked down at him.

oh, he loved seeing you like this. A part of him got off at seeing you all pent up and flustered. His brow perked, the side of his mustache twitching up amusedly — your eyes fell onto his lap when he shifted, parting his legs and shifting his hips upwards, spreading his thighs wide. He brought his free hand down and patted his lap twice, gesturing for you to sit down.

the sight made you flush, your cheeks grew red and your belly twisted with a warm knot, you could feel your panties already growing wet, but you remained resilient for an instant. “I can’t, I’m working”

“you can if I say so” he didn’t leave any room up for questioning, muttering the words out like an order, knowing well enough you always did whatever he told you to — you were his good girl, after all.

you bit the inside of your cheek, and sighed. You were annoyed, jealous, you didn’t care how immature it seemed. You turned around, sitting yourself down into his lap.

his arms quickly crossed around your waist, pushing you closer against him. He drank quietly from his glass, eyes studying your crossed arms, your red cheeks, and pout.

that’s what made bunnies all worked up then…

“easy, pet” John chuckled, warning you so gently with a tone that made you shiver on his lap, his warm breath fanning over your neck, “eyes on you, love,” he murmured, his hand sliding from your waist all the way down your short, tight skirt, resting uninvitedly between your thighs “always.”

he was wolfishly trying to soothe you, trying to mold your mind into reassurance.

”but she doesn’t know it,” you replied, and John almost grinned at how adorably you looked and sounded, always so polite, quiet and sweet, he’d never seen you quite this annoyed.

that woman chose that exact moment to come back from the bathroom, and price could feel your body tense up against his, tense and nervous. She slowed her tracks upon seeing you all curled up on his lap, a glint of realization crossing past her and a frown decorating her face.

“shh, sweetheart,” John murmured gravelly against your ear, but you were a bundle of nerves. He sipped from his glass — eyes narrowing at the woman across the room. He slid his hand further down, slipping right underneath the hem of your skirt, brushing up and down your thigh without going up too high in the public setting.

you held your breath, your cheeks burning a bright red, and turned your head to look down at him. He set his drink down, and with an unexpected movement, he gripped your thigh and pulled you harshly closer to him. “wait, sir-“

“look at me, doll”

you did.

“who gets to have me every day, anytime she wants?” he rasped quietly, his gravel voice making you clench your thighs against his hand. His tone had been clear, he wanted you to answer him. “answer me, sweetheart.”

“i-i do” you blubbered out, arms no longer crossed, but on both sides of his legs.

“who do i take home with me, to my bed, to the back of this bar, every night?” his hand travelled higher, brushing against the hem of your panties, the cold metal of his rings against your clothed clit. You could feel a hardness underneath your lower back, and you blushed at the feeling of his erection pressed against you, almost fighting the urge to grind against it.

“me, sir…” you breathed out, your pent up frustration and jealously slowly being replaced with other feelings.

“who gets daddy like this?” he accentuated his words with a subtle buck of his hips against you, making you swallow back a whine at the feeling of his hardened, clothed length underneath the fabrics of his trousers.

“m-me, sir…”

“good girl, she wants what she cannot have,” he twisted two fingers, pressing the hard material of his rings against your panties, making you trap and bite down on your bottom lip. The thin hem of your skirt covered that act to the outsiders, hiding it from peering eyes. “can stare all she wants, daddy’s all yours, bunny”

with a swift motion, he put his hand underneath your chin, and tilted your head up towards his. “behave f’me, love, ‘aight? no need to be jealous”

you’re still pouting, a shy, annoyed bunny that was just clingy and needy, could you blame her? You nodded and he leaned back on the sofa chair, veiny, hairy hand distractingly caressing your thigh, not venturing too far.

you hadn’t even realized that the woman had left the bar, mind too focused on John’s hands and words, but before you could say something, he tapped your thigh twice. “now, get up and go to my office, need to help daddy fix what you’ve caused”

[ghoastixx]

Stanley pines x gn!reader where he keeps flirting with them and reader keeps playing coy and acting hard to get? both same age and he meets them at greasies diner? (I love old couples ahh)

Stanley Pines x gn!reader

A nice old couple

Synopsis: You meet the so called "Man of Mystery" that you've heard so much about since entering town.. he's one slyyyyyy dog. Takes place before the portal is opened.

"And that is Stanford Pines, Man of Mystery."

"man of mystery?" You ask lazy Susan suspiciously.

"Yes! He runs the Mystery Shack down in the woods. Real odd place that is." You hummed and went back to your coffee. Someone sat down next to you.

"I'll take one coffee, hold the creamer." He grumbled, he had on a cheap suit and had messy grey hair. Time had gotten to him, looks like stress too. He looked over at you,

"I never seen you here before, you visiting town? If so could I recommend the mys-"

"I just moved down here, I'm not really in the mood for.. tourist traps."

"Moved down here? Usually we don't get people moving down here."

"Well, my grandkids all grew up and stopped visiting, so I thought that small town would be the way to go. Can't move around the city like I used to, and I grew up in a small town."

He "cooly" stuck his hand out,

"names Stanford Pines,"

You shook his hand, "Y/N L/N."

and that was all of that interaction. You two would see each other around. You two didn't talk again til you met these two kids. Twins.

You had been sitting at the counter at Greasies, like you usually did, with the paper. You couldn't get enough of all these strange occurrences. Reminded you of when you were young hanging around John win- that's better left buried. These two kids came up to sit at the counter, the girl ordering a piece of pie as the boy pulled out this book with all these strange pictures. He glanced over at your newspaper and cocked a brow.

"Do you believe that? About that monster?"

You smiled a bit, "You best believe it."

You two had a very engaging conversation. You learned the kids name was "Dipper" which you thought was an odd thing to name your kid, and his sister's name was Mable. They were interested in the supernatural...So you started to tell them stories. One day, you were in the diner when the kids came in with that Pines guy.

"(Preferred title) Y/N?" Mable said, you smiled at her, "This is our Grunkle Stan!"

"Grunkle?" you asked curiously, he seemed a bit surprised that you were the one his kids were talking so fondly of.

"My great niece and nephew-" he said as he ushered the kids to go sit down, sitting next to you at the bar,

"So, you're the one who's been pumping their heads with crazy stories, huh?"

You frowned a bit, "Are they having nightmares. I thought they could handle it Mr.Pines, I apologize."

"No-no- they talk pretty fondly of you. I just- was surprised. Didn't take you as the type to be into all the loony crap."

"Loony?" you chuckled a bit, "From what I've heard, you run the mystery shack." He grumbled a bit and left.

About a week later you stumbled upon a book of myths and legends in one of the boxes you were unpacking. You thought of the Pines twins and wanted them to have it, maybe it would "help" them. You liked humoring their games. So, you got into your truck and headed down to the infamous mystery shack.

It was cute, you thought as you walked around. It made you giggle, that is.

"I didn't expect to see you here-" Stan said, skeptically.

"Ah- found a book I wanted your great niece and nephew to have.. hey how much for the sticker,"

After that, Stan seemed to be down at the diner a lot more, especially the times you'd be there. He would sit down and rant about everything under the sun to you. You would listen, it was charming. He liked your way of talking, you liked things he talked about.

Then one evening you were eating breakfast when he started to stutter around.

"Y/N?"

"yes Stan?"

"Would you..like to maybe.. have dinner with me? Without the kids.."

"Stanford Pines," You smiled "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"uh- yes."

"You sly dog. sure I will."

So you two started going out a bit more.

[rottingcorps3s]

older man!neighbor!price

aaaayyyoo??? my little thing i posted last night kinda popped off. here’s another one before i fall off again (10 whole reblogs?? you guys are so cute).

price is sliiiightly older in this. think like mid to late 40’s. older man, next door neighbor. i envision this in a timeline where he retired early. this is very house-wife, american pie dream kinda deal. what can i say (hawk screech). OBVIOUSLY, some puss eating. what’s the reverse of a munch? not the one who eats, but the one who is eaten? cause that’s me. there’s a decent amount of set up for this one, but its not too long.

Part 2

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neighbor!price is the kind of person you see that makes you pick up your phone and call your friends to tell them about the ‘hot ass dilf’ that you just saw leave the house next to yours. you had been in and out of the house all day, cleaning and moving in the smaller pieces of furniture into the previously vacant home.

the sun was just setting when you decided to stop, your clothes slightly damp from the thin coat of sweat that covered your body. you had taken the chance to finally sit down for the first time today, your body giving in as you plopped down onto the wooden steps that lead up to the porch.

you saw a car in the distance slowly approaching, it didn’t catch your attention again until it turned into the driveway adjacent to your home. a few seconds after it parked, an older man stepped out.

“well helllloooo neighbor…” you mumbled to yourself, smirking before deciding to stand up and greet him. just a new neighbor doing their neighborly duties of introducing themselves °_°

he hadn’t been paying attention until he saw your shadow being casted on the ground next to him. he turned his head to look at you.

his eyes locked with yours, boring into your skull the longer you looked at him. his face was covered in blonde and white hair, his beard kept fairly short. he was built too, his biceps practically being the size of your head, his t-shirt leaving little to the imagination.

it had felt like minutes since you approached him, staring into his eyes as he waited for you to say something.

“he-i just moved-next door-neighbor!!” you struggled to get out, your mouth suddenly becoming dry now that you are face-to-face. he gave you a tight lipped smile, nodding his head once before extending his hand out.

“john.” he said simply, “i live next door.” he smirked, his tone dry, but kinda humorous? or maybe he was just making fun of your struggle to introduce yourself. (YEEESSSSS MAKE FUN OF ME MAKE ME FEEL INFERIOR….srry, need to control myself).

you said your goodbyes and didn’t even get through the front door before you were calling your friend.

-

the next few days were exhausting. the movers had finally shown up and you were finally able to sleep in your bed once again. your home was still filled with boxes upon boxes upon boxes but you were determined to finally take a night to relax.

god must’ve had the devil on speed dial that night, because NOTHING went right. what was supposed to be a quiet night in bed with a glass of wine, quickly turned into a disaster when you went to take a shower. you had opted for a bath the last few nights, enjoying the warmth on your achy muscles from unpacking.

you pulled the tab that would usually start the shower head; you didn’t even have time to process what happened before you were drenched in water. you let out a panicked scream, trying to backtrack and shut off the water. the shower head had come clean off and was now spraying water over the entire room.

you were frozen in place, unsure of what to do or who even to call. your body was moving faster than your brain, you were already out the front door and knocking on your neighbors door in a frenzy.

he was old…er. he looked like a dad! he definitely would know what to do!

price was puzzled by the scene in front of him when he opened the door. you were soaked beyond belief, your hair sticking to your forehead, your eyes wide like you were a deer in headlights.

“can you please help me!” you begged, your voice so soft and sweet, your lips pouting out every so slightly. “my-my fucking shower exploded, or something!”

he agreed, following behind you with a small tool bag in his hand. you left a trail of water behind you, your bare feet hitting the concrete of the sidewalk as you walked quickly back to your home. john would never admit it, but he was staring. the shirt you wore was soaked and clung tightly to your body. outlining your figure.

john was able to rectify the situation rather quickly, even teaching you a few things about homeownership whilst he did. he was able to find the water shut off valve in your basement, stopping the water from spraying and almost flooding your bathroom. he also reattached the shower head, making sure it would actually stay out this time.

you thanked him profusely, over and over and over again all the way back to his front door where you followed him. you said your goodbyes, not without saying thank you one more time.

but it just wasn’t enough. that man, your neighbor, a stranger, john. was considerate enough to go out of his way to help you. you had to make it up to him! so you did…

by baking!! obviously!! :)

chocolate chip cookies, of course. everyone likes a good cookie!

once they were done and cooked you wrapped them up in plastic wrap, a small note attached to the top.

a thank you note.

you dropped them off on his doorstep the next morning, leaving them there for him to find.

-

the next few months were pretty consistent. thankfully, no more shower head explosions. you had a few problems here and there, but nothing you couldn’t fix!!…or that john could fix for you…

you paid him in baked goods and hot meals. even going out of your way to find out his favorites. he didn’t mind, he enjoyed it, maybe a little too much.

you had been out of town for a few days, taking an extra long weekend to go out and have fun. john agreed he would keep an eye on your house while you were gone. making sure nothing or nobody messed with it.

he would’ve done it even if you didn’t ask him

when you returned home you made it a priority to make dinner for both yourself and john that night. a quick and yummy thank you.

you packed the food in a small container, sticking a little note to the top just explaining what you made and what was in it. you might’ve drawn a little heart or two on it as well, but i’ll never tell.

you were in a pale yellow sun dress, the bottom of the dress juuuuusst barely covering the top half of your thighs. you knocked on john’s door, box of food in hand with a smile on your face. the door swung open, but it wasn’t john.

it was another man. a black man with sharp features and short hair. “is john home, by chance?” you asked.

the man in front of you smiled widely, a sort of mischievous smile. a ‘i know something you don’t knooooow’.

he wasn’t given a chance to respond before the man was pulled back by his shoulder and john appeared in front of him. john was quick to shut the door, gently coaxing you to walk half way down the path in front of his house, away from the door. he had a look on his face, he seemed annoyed, not at you, but at the situation.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know you had company.” you smiled apologetically, “i just wanted to say thank you.” you said, holding up the container of warm food.

john gave a tight lipped smile back, graciously accepting the food.

“don’t worry about it,” he mumbled, “thank you.”

you went on your merry way, scampering your way back up your steps and into your house. not without a quick wave before the door slammed shut.

john held his head in his hands, letting out a deep breath before turning to head back inside. he could see 3 separate breaks in the blinds from where 3 people were peeking through. the second he noticed it, they were gone. blinds completely back to normal.

he walked back inside, preparing for the comments that would be made by his guests.

“she’s prettier than you described, cap.” said a smug Gaz, Johnny nodding frantically in agreement.

“Might have to snatch her up myself, old man.” Johnny joked. his joke being met with a harsh slap to the back of his head from Ghost.

-

it had been a few days since you had seen john. you were used to having at least one daily encounter with him, but now he seemed like he was avoiding you. you didn’t stress about it too much, just assumed he was busy with…whatever he did in his free time.

you were half a bottle of wine down when you heard a knock on the door. you weren’t expecting any visitors so you had decided to drink a little more than you usually would.

you swung the door open, all precautions to the wind as you didn’t even check who it was.

it was john.

“oh-john,” you smiled sweetly, his name sounded like the texture of honey when you spoke it. he liked it. he liked it a lot.

“can i come in?” he asked bluntly. he didn’t really wait for you to answer, pushing his way in and standing next to you.

so close to you.

“is something wrong?” you asked, a worried expression on your face. your brows furrowed in slight frustration. concern.

he was quiet, his breathing shaky as he thought of what to say. he had no idea of how to beat around the bush, how to say what he wanted to say without it being too forward. but what’s wrong with a little honesty?

“i want you so badly.” he said in a quiet, deep voice. his eyes looking directly into yours, holding eye contact.

you weren’t sure if you heard him right at first, thinking that your mind was playing tricks on you. making you think he said something else but there’s no way he said that…right?

“r-right now?” you asked.

he was surprised by your question, not at all expecting that kind of response.

he nodded.

all it took was a small nod back at him before he jumped your bones. his hands were hot and heavy as they touched and saw new areas of skin. your shirt was bunched up by your collarbones before you knew it, his tongue quickly finding place on your nipples.

gaaaawwwddd, he’d play with them forever if he could. making sure to keep them taut and wet for the rest of eternity. leaving sloppy wet kisses and small bite marks behind.

you had made it to the couch at some point, time was a blur for the moment. your only focus on the way his hands ravished your body.

he would periodically make eye contact with you before doing certain things. making sure that it’s what you wanted and that you were enjoying it. he had started to shimmy your panties down before looking at you again even tho he did just moments ago. you nodded enthusiastically, desperately wanting him to touch you.

he knew once they were off that he wouldn’t be able to control himself. he was on his kees; he had set you on one of the arms on the couch, one leg hanging loosely over his shoulder already while he held the other one in place.

yes his knees were screaming at him for acting like he had the same body he did in his 20’s. no he didn’t really care how much it’ll hurt later.

the second your underwear was off your leg, he was going for it. he used his thumbs to spread you open slightly, admiring it before licking a looooooong, slow stripe up the middle, ending on your clit.

he’d be such a fucking tease. going all in and bringing you right to the top of your peak before pulling away or slowing down. you’d protest, desperation dripping from your words.

he’d get you to a point where all you could say was “please please please please”. he’d finally decide to cave, not stopping this time. it was almost too much for you to handle, your legs trembling and shaking.

he wouldn’t stop after either. you’d pull at his hair, letting out a cry as you tried to pry him off. but you were just sooooo weak from the last one :,( after the 4th or 5th, maybe 6th? you had lost count. he would finally let you go. making sure to give your pussy a small smack, enjoying the small squeal you let out a little too much.

and he’d make sure to fuck you silly too. turning you so that you would hang over the arm of the couch. he had to completely support you weight, which was fine with him. he’d ask for permission before even pulling his dick out; he’d use your own wetness as lube to stroke himself a few times before pushing in.

god he was sooo big, much bigger than any guy your own age.

he would 100000% talk you through your orgasms. you can’t remember a single thing he said, but you remember it being amazing.

once you were both done, he would take care of you. no doubt about it. he’d carry you to bed, bring you water, dress you in a new pair of pajamas and as long as you invited him, he would cuddle up next to you and hold you.

HUGE into pillow talk. would just talk about anything and would listen to whatever you said. nodding along with you.

the next time you cooked for him, it was extra delicious. and he’d be sure to tell you that when returning the container the next morning.

but not without updating you in his new favorite meal.

you.

-

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME. oh my fucking gaaaawwedddd