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🌱 the ruse | 🧸🔥 Nathan Bateman x Reader
Nathan wants to buy out your father's business, but the latter is skeptical of closing the deal with the BlueBook owner. The solution? He's going to seduce you.
🌱 pink interface | 🧸🔥 Nathan Bateman x Reader
Nathan made you a period tracker... but it's nothing you'll find on the public market.
🌱 coffee doodles ch. 3 | 🧸☁️ Marc Spector x Reader
Marc frequents the coffee shop you work at in the dead of night.
this chapter: you finally receive a phone call...?
price doesn't strike me as much of a tech guy. he deals with it the least that he can, both inside and outside his work. there is something about him that he doen't trust, call it experience or call it whatever you want. liking it it's not on his books.
for fucks sake, for the longest he had a flip phone. one that he barely used to call you or get contacted during emergencies. but it still was like a burner, no camera, no gps no nothing. making and receiving calls and that's it.
you see, there was one thing that made him ditch the flip phone: he wanted in on the lil' vids you record of you two fucking for when he's away. so he got a smartphone - a heavily modified one for safety - and started collecting videos.
enjoying the sway of your hips as you ride him, overstimulating yourself on his cock like a good girl, or how your cunt stretches any time you take him, pussy lips parting around his dick and hugging him tightly, creaming around him and creating a frothy ring around his base.
Would u ever write something like piss kink w almost dad simon or price but except reader is the one who does the peeing. Like he doesn’t let them go and teases them ab it until they’re making a mess of themselves and cleans tjem up or wtv
tws: fauxcest, age gap (20s and late 40s), piss (play)/watersports, noncon (just in case), pussy eating (no pronouns used)... apologies in advance.
almost dad!price waits until he sees you're on your way to the toilet to tug you against him and trap you against the nearest surface. today it's the edge of his bed, where he can face you away from him, and position you so you have no choice but to squirm your center right into the corner of his mattress.
pining you from behind, he ruts his hips straight into yours, unable to stop the smile that stretches across his mouth when you writhe beneath his weight.
"w-wait... gotta pee–" you warn him just as you squeeze a fist full of covers, trying to hold it best you can.
"y'can hold it, though, yeah? let yer old man feel you up a bit? been sleepin' in my bed all day in these little rags you call shorts... hoggin' my telly when there's one in the livin' room. plus another i just put together f'your room, so it's only fair."
you gasp when he slides a hand beneath your hip to press your lower belly against his palm, massaging a nearby area with a strong stroke of his fingers.
"i ca–i can't. you saw me finish that whole thing'a juice you brought for me to have with lunch." your voice is weaker than usual. a little shaky and not completely there, as you're afraid that if you breathe any deeper, all this clenching will be for nothing. "'m serious–ah–you're gonna make me pee the bed."
"jus' let it go then, hm?" he teases, pressing his chest into your back and kneading just below your stomach a little faster. you can feel his cock straining under his clothing and nudging against you with every grind of his hips. "i'll make sure to clean you up right. promise. then maybe i'll give ya another gift since you're bein' so sweet, worryin' about my sheets. c'mon. i won't be mad..."
he keeps you like this until you can't take it anymore. price swells with happiness when he feels you stop you're shaking to let out a tight exhale, soft whimpers leaving your mouth at the much-awaited release. "ooh, that's good, love. yeah... keep–fuck, mhm. keep going... wan't ya nice 'n empty."
jesus. it really was a lot of juice, because you do exactly what he says, huffing into the bed at the warmth that stains your crotch and drips down your legs.
john's next move shouldn't shock you, yet it does. you're still peeing when he switches into a kneel so he can suck at the soiled fabric of your shorts, catching what he can in his mouth between his desperate, grunting laps. he holds your legs open and continues to devour you. eventually peeling away your soaked bottoms and groaning at the fact that he doesn't have any underwear to yank out of his way before sticking his nose against your ass and digging his tongue against you, sloppy and hungry for more.
you whine, reaching a hand back to tug your shirt higher and out of the way. "not even gonna let me wipe first?"
a deep chuckle bubbles out of price, who pinches your thigh.
"nah, love. told ya i'd clean you up. remember? would be a shame to let this go to waste, don't y'think?"
tws: fauxcest, age gap (20s and late 40s), somno, reader calls price “dad,” price calls reader “kid,” reading has a vagina/no other pronouns, oral sex, john’s not jealous, just intent on proving his point (this one goes out to @loverwrites !!)
you’re fast asleep by the time almost dad!price makes it home… passed out and on your stomach. wearing one of his old shirts and nothing else. ass bare and wired earbuds tangled but still buried into your ears as they play—
hm. john pauses, in thought and breath, to listen closer. the voice sounds similar to his. a little nasally but the accent is close enough for him to notice. and the bloke is… in the middle of tugging on out, sounds like. stroking himself with fake-sounding groans that rattle around john’s ear.
his mind flicks, for a sweet moment, to kyle.
now there’s a lad who sounds like heaven. looks it, too.
back to you, who hasn’t moved out of your sleep despite the thick thumps of price’s boots he should’ve taken off before now, and the way he’s plucked your phone from the bed to peek at the screen.
no visual. just an audio.
“s-sound…gasm. huh.”
ohhh. see now, that’s almost as cute as the way your ass is poking out from his sheets, calling for the man to wake you with a wagging tongue.
you must’ve been missing him, that’s what this is. listening to to those who can’t see how pretty you are as you squirm and clench to the sounds of them growing lost in masturbatory fogs and muscles that seize in patterns of euphoria.
that thought tugs the corners of john’s mouth downwards, the man scratching the back of his neck before yanking the bud from his ear and placing your phone to the side of you.
shuffling off his shoes, he follows with the shedding of his clothes, every item, to let his cock hang free as he crawls atop the bed. legs hanging halfway as he nudges your own limbs apart.
even through the dark and dim of the room, john can sense you. the heat and slick of your slit, a hint of glistening tugging his beard to drag against your thigh before snaking out his tongue.
a simple lick to start. then another. then the same to swim in the taste of you and what had collected while your subconscious intertwined alongside the sounds of another.
palming both cheeks of your ass, john spreads you and laps harder. sinking his mouth against you and motioning the top of his to swipe over you in hungry, unhurried strokes.
when your left leg twitches, john keeps eating. stuffing his face even deeper with a long noise, slurping until there’s thick strings of spit dribbling from his mouth and onto the bed.
a moan pushes out of you. slurred with sleep and smacking lips. “mm—mm. dad—ohfuck.”
your thighs part wider, out of instinct. warm familiarity floods the room, leveling higher with each suck and swirl of your hole. your cheek raises from the sheets only to plop your head back down and whine loudly at the feeling of john’s dipping his tongue to catch your clit with fast flicks.
“been having’ some fun without me?” john pulls back, only to bite at your ass, just in time to hear you answer.
“n-no,” you reply. “s’no fun when you’re not here. couldn’t even stay awake to listen. no offense, but you sound way better…”
john grins, planting a wet kiss right against your slit.
“damn right i do, kid.”
and damn right he still has enough energy to fuck you so deep that you’ll always remember that. silly thing you are for forgetting that.
tws: fauxcest, age gap (20s, 30s, and late 40s), reader is called “kid”/has a vagina, daddy/“dad” kink (eh, just kinda mentioned, price/reader/simon, m/m/f, bi!dom!john, bi!sub!simon, sub!reader), oral sex (f and m receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation, bodily fluids, language, sir!kink, mention of spanking, written at 5AM on my phone w a hand down my pj pants AHH; +18/mdni
“fuck—o-okay… si—ah, okay!”
“that’s time, lieutenant.”
the tongue between your legs—simon’s tongue—flicks along with rough laps right against your clit. his soaked mouth shines and squelches every time he sucks, hurrying to burrow his swollen lips as deep as he can until his nose squishes against you tight. a gasp ricochets out of you, followed by a teary whine.
“sssimon.” the word leaves you slurred and pitiful, like you’ve forgotten how to speak because you have. all you know to do is pant and arch your back from the bed, needing a sick mixture of more yet less of the man devouring you.
“that’s enough, lad. take a breath.” john’s words punch out a little harder than before.
sure, his cock twitches nicely at the sight of your dewey skin and jerking limbs hanging over ghost’s shoulders… but he’s john. captain. dad, daddy, or whatever else you and the boys can think to call him… so, when he says stop, that means stop. you’re his anyways, as is simon. that, a fact his lieutenant has somehow forgotten, is what makes his eyebrows furrow with a pinched frown.
simon doesn’t let up, feasting on you through low groans and leaking spit. he’s far too gone to hear the thumping footsteps that come up behind him. a groan chokes from simon as something tugs his hair. the grip isn’t as tight as it could be but it’s still enough to yank simon’s mouth from you with a juicy pop. chest heaving, simon catches eyes with you before flicking them to the face on his left.
“…what did i say?”
“said i could play, sir.”
“mm. what else?”
simon’s eyes nearly roll at the way john’s fingers tangle in his locks, and how the feeling mixes with hearing that little edge in the captain’s voice.
“said i could play if i was good, sir,” ghost recites, swallowing a mouthful of spit to keep enjoying the taste of you for the time being. you can barely watch the two as you try to catch your breath with shaking legs.
“correct. ‘if you were good.’ and good boys listen, don’t they?”
a nod bobs simon head. slow and knowing.
“then how come ‘m havin’ t’treat ya like johnny, hm? yank your locks cause you’ve seemed to have lost some sense?”
simon drags his gaze back to you, straight onto your drench hole. you’re clenching around nothing, sounding out little squelches, and simon is certain he can hear his name in the wet siren calls.
“sorry, sir. missed tastin’ a slit that sweet. tongue took on a mind of its own. s’easy t’get drunk off the kid—”
“my kid. same as you, so don’t let it happen again…” john declares, voice even but stare sharp. also taking in the pretty cut of simon’s jaws with quiet fervor despite his annoyance.
“yes, sir,” simon blinks, swallowing again. “sorry, love.”
john finally releases the younger man, resisting the urge to smack him on the ass as you grin at the men.
“s’okay. still felt good. too good…” you trail off, catching the subtle flair of john’s nostrils as he stares at nothing. “think he might need a little more than ‘sorry’, though.”
you pull yourself toward john, lugging his underwear-clad, frowny self across the bed until you’re leaning on a pillow against the headboard. john follows suit until his back rests against your chest. you rub a soothing palm along his warm pecks, then down across his belly. his muscles loosen at your touch but only slightly. then a bit more when you bend to press a kiss on his ear.
simon follows your lead without any instruction, waiting for price to settle against your front before snaking himself onto his stomach between john’s legs.
he knows what he did and what he needs to do to make up for it… to get that funny look off john’s face and back into his good graces.
peeling at john’s thin briefs, the older man’s cock pops out with a heavy slap against the bottom of his stomach. a thick vein runs along the underside, matching the stormy anger that fogged the captains voice mere minutes ago, causing you and simon to share a pleased huff.
simon quickly commences with a bold lick up and up john’s shaft, then sucks the tip into his mouth while tugging him the rest of the way free. john’s sack looks heavy enough to be aching, and simon makes a note to give them extra love once the cock between his lips is slick and sloppy enough.
you bite back a smirk at the feeling of john melting into you further. his hands finds the top of your thighs as an anchor, squeezing the flesh when a throaty moan slips from him. another one, louder and unable to be choked down despite his trying, sounds when simon sinks his head further. mouth wet and warm as he purposefully drools more than normal.
“how’s that? feel any better?”
john sucks in a shaky inhale through his nose at your question. squirming just a touch during a wet-sounding gag from simon.
Your eyes were heavily lidded as you looked up at your husband. He tossed his head back and pulled his lips between his teeth with a low, rumbly groan. “You want it in you, baby?” Your lidded eyes were locked onto him like you were trying to lure him deep into an ocean of pleasure with you. You let out a small moan as you felt his hips stutter while he thrusted inside of you. You just barely nodded your head, almost innocently, as if he’d asked the simplest question. Who cares about the fact that you’d just told him you stopped using all forms of contraception. This was probably the first time in your relationship, that your husband was fucking into you completely raw. No IUD, no pills, no condom. Raw, unadulterated, skin to skin, baby making sex.
The two of you had been married for 3 years now and been together for 6. There has been some light conversation about starting a family, but never anything concrete. Always soft words that toed the line of wishful thinking and uncertainty. You’d walk past a table at dinner that had a bubbly little girl sitting in a high chair mushing berries under her chubby hand and felt your heart flutter as you watched how big her parents smiled at her, even with the massive mess spread along her side of the table. You’d been to family get-togethers with your husband on your side of the family, and somehow always ended up with a soft blanket draped over your shoulder and a bumbling babe dancing in your lap as your husband watched you and the little bundle of joy coo and laugh at one another. There had always been a part of you that wanted that. A part of you that loved to hear about how proud your coworkers were of their children, no matter how old. Whether it be someone’s baby boy taking his first steps or even a friend’s daughter graduating from college, a piece of you always yearned to feel that sense of pride and love. Plus the thought of a house full of little, similar but vastly different versions of you and your husband running around the house had your head spinning.
The man who currently had you folded like a lawn chair would be such a good daddy. He was strong, caring, and resourceful. He was beyond attentive and somehow always knew the right words to say. He was built like an absolute tank and you could picture your little ones climbing all over him like he was a tree. You wanted him. You wanted to create life with him. You wanted a piece of him to grow inside of you.
So as he fucked down into you and your mind flipped to the future, your body had reacted with a mind of its own. In your already spacey mindset, you had been frantically nodding your head, yes, huffing like a bitch in heat, and locked your legs behind his hips. Your strong legs had him pulled so close to you that he could barely pull himself out of you, his movements turned into deep grinds of his pelvis against yours. Your arms let go of the head board and wrapped themselves around his neck as he pressed his forehead into yours, your gazes locked upon each other.
He was so fucking big. Everywhere. His broad, wide shoulders. The soft flesh that covered his muscular tummy. His thick strong thighs, his hands that rested above and on you. One gripping the headboard, the other caressing your sweat soaked cheek.
“You wanna make me a daddy?” The sound that fell from your lips would have been humiliating in any other situation or mind set, but your body was running purely on instinct. Your legs tightened, hard, around his center and your core clenched, like a vice, down onto his cock. You couldn’t even find the words to answer him. Mind shut off, only thinking about the way he was making you feel and what he would look like painting a nursery. Your words tumbled from your mouth, clipped and breathy.
“Yes. God yes.” Your breath caught in your lungs. “Wanna make you a daddy.” You felt his cock twitch inside of you.
“Fuck sweet girl. You’ll be such a pretty mummy.” The hand that rested on your cheek slid down to press against your abdomen, just below your belly button, where he knew he was hitting deep inside of you.
“Gonna fill you up. Right here.” He pulled his hips back just the slightest and rocked into you hard. You could feel the fat head of his cock kissing your cervix with each deep thrust. He leaned back a bit and pushed himself up so his weight was directly on his knees.
“Push your fucking hips up.” He said as he yanked at the pillow that was on his side of the bed. Your mind heard the command but was far too slow in registering the request. He slapped the junction where your hip turned into your ass and had your hips jerking upward. “Up baby.” The quick shock to your system had you following his orders. You pressed your hips up as he slid the pillow underneath your hips. He hummed as his gaze dropped to the space where you both were connected and he let out a soft sigh while a lazy, almost proud looking smirk fell on his face.
“What a good little pussy. Creaming all over this cock.” He slipped a hand down between your legs and ran his thumb over your clit a couple of times with his head tilted to the side. His gaze pulled away from the sight of you sucking him in without him even moving, back to your fluttering eyes. “Almost like she’s ready for me to fuck a baby into her. Like she’s been waiting for one,” he flicked his eyes back down to your lower lips, “or a couple.” He chuckled before he pursued his lips and pushed a wet dollop of spit from his kiss swollen mouth. The trail fell slowly from his mouth as he let his tongue fall from his mouth, watching as it dribbled onto your cunt. You could feel the cool droplet hit your warm lips and squealed, reaching to cover your eyes at how downright sinful he looked.
“Ah ah. Look at me.” He chidded as he slowly resumed thrusting into you. His hands made their way to your wrists and just lightly squeezed like he was signaling for you to pull your hands from your face. You shook your head and let out a small pout.
“Aw honey,” his tone was full of condescension. Full of taunting, “you don’t want to look at the man who’s gonna be the father of your pretty,” a huff, “little,” a short, deep grunt, “fat babies?” Your pussy clamped down on him as his thrusts picked up speed and the new angle the pillow offered had you fumbling, tenfold. You uncovered your eyes and were met with the sight of your husband looking absolutely fucked out, almost drunk looking, and smirking above you like a cocky idiot.
“Fuuuuck. There’s that gorgeous face.” He hummed as his thrusts grew in force. “That’s the face of the woman who’s gonna carry all my babies. Right?” You tugged on your lower lip and nodded your head, face flushed, eyes unfocused, sweat pooling at your forehead. “Oh yes honey.” He groaned. His finger traced along your clit as his thrusts shifted the both of you further up onto the bed.
“Wanna make you a daddy.” You whined in broken pants. A long, low groan fell from somewhere deep in his chest. He tilted his hips upward just a bit and increased the pressure on your clit as he chuffed above you like a bear. Your vision was starting to get foggy and the pressure that was building inside you grew exponentially.
He’s fucked you deep before. It happened on the regular but there was never a risk like there was tonight. Never a goal in mind but to feel good.
Tonight, he fucked you like he knew he was getting you pregnant. His other hand trailed up your body, stopping its journey at your neck. He wrapped his massive paw around your throat and gave you a gentle squeeze. Almost instantly, your body clenched around him and his hips stuttered at the sensation.
“Gonna fill you up.” You nodded your head and panted as he began to apply more pressure to the vasculature in your neck.
“Gonna be such a good daddy.” You whined as he pressed even harder onto your clit. His thumb stumbled over your clit as he worked the both of you to the end. With an extra sharp thrust of his hips up into you, your vision went almost completely white and you body clenched so tightly that nothing left your mouth but a tense gasp. His thrusts turned sloppy as your body almost refused to let him pull his cock out of you. Your toes curled and your back arched as his grip on your neck tightened and he let out a very choked, very starangled sound. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock as his hips ground deeply into yours, and you sighed when you felt his cock twitching, releasing deep, thick, warm spurts inside of you.
He collapsed over you, dropping almost all of his weight onto you. You hummed as his sticky body heaved in deep long breaths above you. Your hands trailed up and down his back in senseless patterns as the two of you let your breathing level out. His head that rested in the junction of your shoulder and neck, turned as he pressed soft, but firm kisses along the side. His lips moved along the side of your neck, then cut over across your cheek, until they stopped just above your lips. You opened your eyes and watched him above you. He was still catching his breath but his face was completely relaxed, not even a minute furrow detected in his brow, his lips were slightly turned up in a dopey smile before he pressed his lips to yours with a pleased hum. He pulled back just a bit, tilted his head so his forehead rested on yours and playfully tugged your bottom lip between his teeth.
the 141 aren’t stupid -- they wouldn’t carry a photo of you in their vest or helmet. no name written anywhere, nothing on their body that could potentially trace to a woman back home.
but they all carry something.
simon has a hair tie on his wrist. black, cheap, the kind you buy in packs of fifty and lose all over the damn flat. it sits under the cuff of his glove, biting into his skin, reminding him exactly why he needs to make it home. it always smells like your shampoo for a bit before it starts to smell like his own sweat, he finds himself a new one on the bathroom floor before each deployment.
price wears a watch. it’s not the watch that’s about you, really. it’s that he started setting the second time zone to match yours. he checks it more than he should, especially at night when he can’t sleep and it’s three a.m where he is and eight a.m where you are. he’ll think: ‘she’ll be making coffee, i wonder what she wore to bed’ and that’s the closest he lets himself get to mixing you with work.
kyle wears a bracelet. it’s thin braided yarn, the kind of thing you learned to make as a kid at camp. you made it on a slow sunday afternoon while he was half-asleep on your thigh. he said ‘oh, that’s sick, darling. ta!’, put it on and hasn’t taken it off since. it’s absolutely filthy these days. and when it starts to fray, he simply keeps re-knotting it, sometimes johnny has to help get it tight.
johnny carries a folded square of paper that’s gone so soft it feels like fabric, he keeps it safe in a zipped pocket on his kit. it’s a grocery list in your looping handwriting that you’d left him on the kitchen counter one morning. eggs, soy milk, the good butter, berries, your stupid crisps, wine (red). it’s got a small heart in the corner -- that’s the most worn bit because he brushes his thumb over it every night.
Older!Price who purposely got you pregnant takes you bird watching (and fucks you on the riverside).
cw: 18+ mdni, smut with plot, dub-con, outdoor sex, the are clothes on, Toxic!John :p, breeding kink, age gap (Price late 40s, reader late 20s), reader is a little dumb, daddy kínķ (? pa used), pregnant!reader, dad bf John, pet names (baby, buttercup, lovie)
You came to John, balling your eyes out, about a month after your first interaction, telling him the news he already knew was coming.
Like he hadn’t informed you before shooting his thick load deep inside your snug cunt, he was going to get you pregnant. Like he hadn’t kept you sat on his cock to keep you plugged up and then sent you back to your aunts and uncles walking with a limp, cum filling your underwear with every step home.
Nonetheless, he consoled you, completely satisfied that you were pregnant with his child. Told you not to worry, and you could hide away from your parents and whoever else for as long as you needed, no need to get rid of the little thing. John would take care of everything.
And Price kept his word.
Let you meekly enter his cozy house, only a duffle in hand. Had you in his lap and sleeping from tiring yourself out from the drive, crying and building uo such a courage to tell him the news. And then when you’d gotten settled hes made sure you’d eaten 3 or 4 times a day, even if it was light since you still had morning sickness. Rubbed your back when you had bad nausea, got you exactly what you were craving— kept both set of lips satisfied. You’d wake up with the older man between your thighs.
“It’s still the unstable period,” he breathed out, spitting a glop of spit onto your already aching cunt, “So I can’t give you exactly what you need.”
he dipped a finger into your tight entrance. You whimpered his name, his tongue finally having its long awaited first meeting with your pussy. The older man runs his tongue through your folds, grunting as you get wetter, slowly thrusting his finger, “Papa’s gonna make you feel real nice birdie, don’t worry.”
The months slipped by, you didn’t have to worry about anything. Not your parents, not your friends, just living with John. You’d lost your phone somewhere along the way, you were worried. Maybe you should go back and explain, but Price told you it was okay. You’re just becoming an adult, you need some time apart from everyone. To think for you and the baby.
The pregnancy didn’t feel real till you felt the heavy grow on your stomach, your breasts growing slowly but surely and you need to eat anything you could get your hands on. There were lots of days spent reading, sleeping, drawing, cooking the fresh hunt Price had just skinned. And then others, in John’s lap as he read, letting him fuck to sleep, and hiking along the trails John loves so much to see the birds he adores.
There are lots of books about birds in John’s house, diagrams and binoculars, sketches of different birds John had seen around the world. Price knew a lot of facts too, about their wings and different mating calls, how to capture one if they… needed help.
“Can I go with you one day Price? To see them?”
He gave you a soft smile through his thick beard, kissing your ankle as he rubbed the soles of your feet from the other end of the couch. “Interested in you old man, hm darlin?”
You blush, covering your head with your arm, you mumble, “You’ve always been interesting to me Price.”
It took everything in the older man not to fuck you into the couch. He nibbled at your ankle before kissing it once more, letting out a little breath. Price can feel his cock throbbing through the jeans he’s in. Just a little more. Hold off a little more.
John got you new boots for hiking, they weren’t the cutest but they’d word. “Meant to keep you comfortable ‘nd t’get dirty, not cute.” He gruffed out, his hand on your back as you inspected them.
“But I’d be nice if they were right?”
And you look at him with those big brown eyes that sends goosebumps up his arms. Like you’ve encapsulated the moon in your brown eyes and Price had stolen it to keep for himself.
He taught you the ropes, it wasn’t a long or uphill hike (not that they’re any less harder), but you were pregnant and John was old so if worst comes to worst, you’d be able to find help quickly. Price taught you it was important to take your time, and to drink enough of water.
It was supposed to be a cute little hike.
You’re new boots were on and they fit perfectly, John had you’d gotten yourself a camera to record the scenery and the few birds John had spotted out, the sweat was fucking up your curls you’d proclaim but John still found his pretty girl absolutely stunning inbetween the shadows of the trees and sunlight. And to top it off, John was holding your hand almost the entire time.
Patting your ass and telling you how good you were at bird watching, leaving such long and sensual kisses only your cheek when you listened which made you stomach tie into knots and you rub your thighs together.
How could you ever have known, Price was gonna bend you over right at the river side after eating a much needed lunch, your skirt pulled down to your knees. He had you squealing and cumming so fast on his thick fingers, he was more than eager to get inside you.
“Pa’s takin nice care of you, hm baby?” He huffed, getting up on his knees and rubbing his swollen red tip against your slobbering pussy, “Need you to help your old man f’me lovie.”
Price is thick, too fucking big for his own good. He’s wide and splits your the velvety walls by inch by inch. He squeezes the fat of your ass, kneading it in his hands, “Come on baby, take it- shit- know you can take it.”
All you can do is keen, panting and gripping onto the picnic blanket and grass for any type of help as your hole attempted to swallow him, “Mmgh- so much Price- fuuuck so much!”
And when he sees you wiggling your hips forward, he gives your ass a harsh slap, “You’re takin it, don’t. fuckin. run.” He presses your head into the ground, the arch of your back even bigger than before as he slowly rutting himself deeper inside you till you can feel his big balls against you.
You feel like your choking at the feel of him completely filling you, gasping and trembling around him.
“Bloody pretty little thing, can’t believe you’ve become all mine.” He grumbles, slowly rolling his hips and slamming his cock into to the hilt from behind, his stomach on your back and keep you still. The hairy man sticks a thumb in your mouth, opening it open to spit in your mouth.
“Such a messy fuckin pussy, is this what you needed? Huh? Needed your Pa t’fill your cunt up and give you a baby?”
All you can do is moan and take it, drool coming out your mouth from the thumb he forced in your mouth, clawing at his jeans as he snaps his hips into yours. He comes down to meet you, sucking your earlobe, his beard tickling your face. “Should just get you pregnant again right here. Gonna look so pretty round with our baby lovie.”
Prices hand come underneath your shirt, squeezes them in his palm. Fondling your breasts that are just barely being held up by your bra. He hisses when he feels you tighten around him, thrusting into you faster.
“These gonna be filled with milk soon, all for our babies yeah? Shit, gonna have to help you milk them myself.”
His hand moves further down, his large hand on your belly and slightly lifting you so your stomach isn’t touching the ground you can’t help but keen.
“We both gotta be- hah- more careful about that buttercup,” he grunts, thrusts unyielding, every smack of his thighs against your ass louder and louder, he rubs your tummy, “our baby’s in here.”
And maybe somethings wrong with you, getting fucked by the riverside, rushing water masking your moans and cries. You pray no one catches you but you it makes the whole thing thrilling, your pussy fluttering around his cock. More slicking drenching his member.
But Price doesn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm. Sitting on the heels of his feet, dropping you down on his cock.
“Ang- oh shi- Pa- Pa!”
Price hums in delight, watching you tremble and whine, eyes at the back of your skull as he pounds into you. His grip on your hips are tight as the loud sound of skin slapping against skin fills the forrest, you creaming his cunt. “Feels so goood, nngh- so- hck- ‘s so muuch!” You keen.
The older man’s jaw is clenched as he fucked you, his sensitive tip brushing against your spot over and over, his pre cum filling you more and more.
“Thaaats it honey, just a little more. Takin your Pa’s dick like a champ.”
Your hands grip his, the pit in your stomach releasing itself once more, creaming Prices cock and milking him for dear life. He grumbles a string of curses, hugging you tight as ribbons of cum fills your overstuffed cunt.
His lips kiss your neck and so tenderly, his breath against your face. He slowly pulls out, pulling your soiled panties to catch the leaking cum from your hole. “That’s my good girl,” and his lips finds yours a filthy French kiss as his hand fins your swelling stomach.
“Gonna be such a good mama, buttercup.”
a/n: is John isolating you till the baby is born and you don’t realize it? Well— (and don’t wear skirts when you’re hiking because of bugs, this is all fictional). But we shall call this reader buttercup. She’s so cute with older price idk.
Rosemary | Jealous Meanie!Price catches !reader at the bar with a guy her age.
cw: +18 mdni, smut with plot, no use of y/n, daddy kink (icky (use of daddy & dad)), softdom!Price, dad bf!Price, age gap (obvi, reader mid-late 20s, early 40s Price), jealous!Price, mating press, (lite) chocking, no protection, creampie, fingering.
In all actuality, Price didn’t like being jealous. (Most people don’t). In fact, he really hated it, the gross feeling, the irritation building up, his grip on the whiskey tightening. All the annoyance he felt towards the prick who was standing in front of you.
And to do it in his favorite pub— where everyone knew him. The idiot was asking for it.
He was angled right across from you, you’d went to talk to your friend who was bartender and then this boy, walked up in a free spot beside you. And your face practically lit up when you met eyes with him, gave him a side hug and sparked up conversation.
He had to be about your age if you knew him, John couldve just waved it off as friendship, sure. Maybe hr was being to overprotective, an old jealous fuck of his baby girl. But it’s the way the bloke looked you up and down while you leaned against the bar, took in every curve, the way your shorts hugged your hips and your ass, the shirt that showed a little bit of your stomach every time you so much as shifted, the way you gave him a small smile.
You were a beautiful creature, John doesn’t get surprised when men or women come to covet you. But anyone with sense knew you were Johns, everyone knew the way you looked at each other, couldn’t get enough of each other. And you’re so nonchalant, quickly dissing people or rejecting them. It eased Johns quickened heart. It was just- at times like this, times when you giggled and playfully punched the guys shoulder— Price couldn’t tell if you were receiving the signals the the guy was trying to give you, properly ignoring them, or simply flirting back to piss him off—
Jesus- no, calm down Price. He took a deep breath, eyes flickering to the tv playing a football game, but he couldn’t hear the noise of the bar anymore nor the announcer breaking down the last play. Just give her time. She can handle yourself. He’d wait.
Five minutes. Only five minutes.
You could handle yourself, Price raised you right. You squinted a few times, a confused look on your face, really trying to get a good look at your friend, Elijah. He was an old co-worker who’d you gotten close with. But maybe his close was different from yours.
“I was thinkin [+],” Elijah starts up again, you give him a smile, “Maybe you and I, could get out of here. Really catch up. One on one.”
You blinked. Once. Twice. This was what allll those corny jokes were about. The way he kept trying to get close and whisper in your ear.
You gave him a remorseful look, pointing towards the bearded, muscular man who’s blue eyes were already on you— made the heat rise under your cheeks, ends of your plump lips uncontrollably curving upward— “My man is over there so.” I’m taken. Very obviously taken.
Elijah’s eyes flicker toward John, scoffs, cocks a brow at you, “He’s a bit old for you, no? I’m not so sure he can handle a pretty thing like yourself.”
And it’s enough. Times up and it had only been four minutes. John doesn’t know what young guy said, but after a giving a nod to his mates he’s already smoothly stalking through the crowded bar towards you, watches you rolls your eyes at the idiot.
Your brown eyes soften once John gets in reach of you, his large hand goes to the small of your back, pulling you into his chest. “Let’s go honey, can’t have any more bastards talkin to you all night, right?”
John is practically cutting daggers into the guy, it makes him quake, John knows he’s being nice just by leaving. If he had pushed even more, Elijah would be in a grave right now.
And fain a pout, shrugging, “Sorry.” And with that, John guide you both out of the establishment.
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The drive home was nearly silent. Just 80s rock on the radio, the car engine and the sound of his cigar puff coming from his lips.
“Are you mad Price?” You asked softly. You eyes wander all over him, his breath is steady, shoulders not tense, but his eyes stuck on the road, he hasn’t looked at you once since closing your car door. He finally glanced over at you, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips. He kisses it, right at your ring finger— he always does.
“No pumpkin,” a beat. “Never. Just need a moment, wanna talk you properly.”
And you listen, staying quiet and sitting back into the passenger seat. It’s best to ride things out with Price. Not to interrogate him, he’ll get his thoughts out when they’re all properly sorted. The hair man would never be upset with you, not in this situation when you handled yourself. He knew you could handle yourself. Just sometimes, at times when you’re with people your age, he’s reminded that he’s an old man. Your old man. That things like this will happen sometimes. They won’t get your relationship like you and he do.
His ears ring at your quiet mumble, half way through the drive you’re already half sleep, tired from dancing and drinking and talking all night. “I love you Daddy, a whooole lot.” You manage to say, squeezing his hand before slowly drifting asleep. And Price’s heart swells, whatever doubt he had flies out the window with a breathy chuckle to follow. It’s not like you’re calculated but you always know what to say to put him ease. That your his.
He kisses your hand again, once more, a silent prayer, “Heh, That’s right sweetheart.”
He’ll do you one better, he’ll show you just how much he loves you right when you get home.
You hear the front door lock as you step out of the entryway, shoes left by the front door.
“Lovie…” and it’s a call out to you that makes your heart pound, just under needy— wanting. You don’t even get the chance to turn to him, John grabs your wrist and pulls you into him, smashing his lips into yours. He kisses you feverishly, like he’s been waiting for you all night. Your arms loosely wrap around his neck, you swipe your tongue on his lips and he groans. Gripping your hips and lifting you off the floor, your legs wrapping around his waist as swap tongues.
Smacks of your lips, and your moans hit the walls, you’re breathless by the time he gets you to the bed. Snagging off both clothes one by one till both naked, chest to chest before he lays you down.
“Let me treat you nice, hm?” He asks but he always does. John is almost never rough with you, but he likes controlling the situation. Wanting to be the one to guide you, and you’re good at following. Letting his get two thick digits into your pussy, working them in and out and getting you ready to take him.
Your breath hitches, grinding into his hand before he finds your spot, “Fu- hmm- Daddy!” You moan. John watches as you melt in his strong arms, getting wetter and wetter as he slips another finger into you, the slouching sound of your walls tightening around him.
“Wait, it’s too mu-“
“—Shhhhh, you can take it honey. Give it t’me.” He coos, lips finding your neck. His fingers thrust into your faster, and your hips buck. Your walls spasm around Johns fingers. He snatches his fingers out as you whither, sucking off every drop of you on his tongue— it’s sweet. Addictive.
He groans, “Fuck me darlin, just need Daddy to stuff you full, hm?” He brings his fingers down to your lips, brushing them against your mouth. You obediently open your mouth, swirling your tongue around his fingers, even bobbing your head.
He hums, “Needy little thing, gonna give it to you.”
John loves it, the state of you, sobbing and whimpering as he stretches you out. Your knees over his shoulders, folding in half pressing almost all his weight onto you as he rams into your sopping hole.
“Fuck, look at you baby, taking your Dad so well. Just like you’re meant to.”
You cry out his name over and over, until you’re completely gone. Your jaw slack, in such a pleasure filled haze as he fucks you nice and deep, his mushroom tip rubbing your spongy g-spot with everything thrust. You claw at his back, keening, “C-Can feel it- hmmph- ‘s so m-much Dad.”
He hisses when you clench around him, ever single one of your moans going straight to his pulsing dick. You’re so fucking warm around him, taking ever slow yet harsh pound of his length, “Was- hah- made just for me, tight cunny can only take me.”
“Shit- nooo one loves you more than me princess, love you so much.” His large hand presses his hand on your stomach, right where his pulsing tip is giving you every bit of pre it can. You yelp out in pleasure a string of- shit, love you- love it so much- shit- fuuuck- so goood- and his calloused hand grips your throat. Tight enough that you can just barely breathe. Every fwop of his balls against your pussy when he bottoms out goes straight to your head making your eyes roll back.
“Watch your mouth sweetheart, told you about that.” He grunts, giving you a warning mid fuck but it doesn’t even matter. You only breath out through the little gap your can while he chokes you ever so perfectly, hard nipples brushing against Price’s chest. He lets go to caress your face, giving your cunt one more slug with his cock and it’s sends you over. You don’t even realize your cumming, your back arching against the bed, till your let out a shriek, your walls clamping around him and sucking him for dear life.
John doesn’t stop, his pace only gets faster, gripping the back of your knee and forcing you to stay down, ramming into you while his other hand grips your chin, forcing your mouth open so a wad of spit hits your tongue. He kisses you nasty, sloppy while groaning into you. His teeth clenches as he ruts into you, “Take it, take it, fuck- take it like a champ baby.”
He fills you to the brim, his cum coating your walls till it’s spilling out of you. John pulls out, watches as your hole clenches and unclenches, spilling his remnants onto the bed. The older man rubs your sensitive clit with his cockhead, spurts of his cum creating even more of mess. “Cum like this doll, cum for Dad.”
You jolt, sobbing harder, overstimulated, you whine, “Daddy- please!“
He coos, circling his tip around you, “—I know baby, you can take it, know you can.”
You topple over quick, tears hitting the pillowcase.
John doesn’t waste a second to have you back in his arms, kissing you all over, patting your sore cunt in his hand.
“Atta girl honey. My beautiful, stunning girl.”
a/n: my need to write shit by Deftones songs needs to be studied. Also this was in no shape or form supposed to be long, I just have a terrible habit of setting up plot😔 I don’t think this is what op wanted but 🤷🏾♀️lmk if this was too much. Also PLEASE lmk if the smut it shit 🙏🏾 I’m trying my hardest to get better
I mean, after a certain point Dad bf!John Price hates when you call him even by last name or first name, it’s either you’re deathly serious when you use it or don’t use it at all.
Gotten so used to the roll, will go by anything but John.
Loves taking care of you, you being is sweet darlin, pushing the trolly that’s starting to fill up with food, slapping your ass and telling you to go to get something from the next isle that’s on the grocery list. Or you whining out a ‘Daaaad come on’ while he smothers your cheek in kisses while dropping you off where you need to be. Hearing the ‘yes sir’ or ‘no sir’ when you reply to him. Being the first person he calls to come pick you and your friends up after a long night out, or when you need help moving something that will definitely have his back aching.
Or the way he’s slip his tongue down your throat after two guys your age tried to ask you out and all you replied with was, “My old man’s comin, m’ okay.”
Simply so proud of you, is sweet girl. Well mannered.
Or late night calls when he’s stuff in the office, your sleepy murmurs filling his ears, “Just callin t’ check on you Daddy. That’s all, won’t hold you up, promise.”
Can’t wait to get home to you, sitting beside your sleeping form, back of his finger caressing your cheek. Sucking in a breath the way your angelic face looks in the soft hue of night stand lamp, “Daddy’s here dove, missed you.”
So please don’t call him by first name. Please.
The older man will fuck your brains out till that’s the only words coming out of you. Your hands tugging the sheets and he stuffs your snug cunt full again to night, arching you back off the bed just enough in prone bone you can feel the curve of his cock inside you. Toes curling while John slams his member creamed in your cum, into you gushing hole, he tsks, hand around your throat for behind and lifting your tear stained face from the bed. “Hah- You’ll have t’ remind me again sweetheart, ‘f the man takin care ‘f you hm?”
Your jaw drops, blood curdling moan leaving your mouth as the crown of his cock bruises your g-spot, “Daaaad, ‘m sorr— ohh- Daddy!”
“What was that?” He mocks, grinding into you so hard the cheeks of your ass are flat against him, he smirks when he feels your gummy walls squeeze around him, dragging him further inside you. “Don’t think I heard you.”
You can’t even hear yourself think, not over the uncontrollable moans and keens coming from you, eyes rolling into your skull every time he thrusts inside you. You don’t even realize he’s got you crying out, ‘Dad mm- Dad, Daaad,’ till you feel his fingers are on your tongue and keeping your mouth open, Saliva dripping down your chin and you’re still letting out those filthy muffled squeals.
He can’t help the sick smile on his lips, growling, “Shit love, just what ‘m I gonna do with you?”
Of Course, he’s gonna take care of you. It’s what good Dads do!
SUMMARY: Reader makes Jason do a TikTok trend. Bat-siblings get to discover the big bad has a girlfriend he's totally whipped for.
PAIRING: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader
TAGS: I was talking about this trend, fluff, a little mature but mostly fine, fatson todd mention, bruce wayne flies to tokyo cause he can, jason loves her but dosen't wanna be teased about it (harms his street rep) , a little ooc? , a little beta read
𖦹 Word Count: 1,718 𖦹 Ao3
"I can't believe you made me agree to this," Jason said, leaning back into the couch, making himself comfortable.
"As if you're not right where you wanna be," you shot back, straddling him as his hands naturally come to rest on your hips.
"I'm not complaining about-mmhm" he completely melts as soon as you shut him up with a kiss, your nails softly scraping the back of his neck the way he likes, making him groan into it. But you know Jason. Know exactly when he's about to turn an innocent little makeout shesh into toe-curling sex, so you were quick to pull away, determined not to get distracted. When you did pull away sucessfully, he looked at you as if you had offended him in 12 different ways.
"Oh don't make that face Jace. It's not even gonna take like 10 minutes to get done with the vid!" You said, applying lip gloss as his eyes settled on your lips.
"Hey, I'm all for giving up my body so you can do whatever you like with it. But leaving me high and dry for your private following of 50 is so mean," he said, hands disappearing under your top.
"You'll live." You smacked your lips, held his face in place and started peppering it with kisses. A wide smile found home on Jason's face, enjoying the attention. The concept of his face being ambushed like this was not foreign to him at all. Whenever you'd see him look at home and comfortable, you'd literally pounce on him.
When he's lying under the blankets in winter, his hoodie cocooning his face. Boom your on him.
He's cooking something, his brows furrowed in concentration. Boom your on him.
He could be doing the most mundane things, like watching a movie with you. BOOM your on him again. He never knows when it's coming, but he knows it's inevitable.
So it's safe to say he has taken a liking to being handled like this by you. Hell, he loves it even.
When you're done painting him red. You pull back to observe your masterpiece. "Hmm you look nice..Wanna see?" You say grabbing ur phone and snapping multiple pictures. Jason was smiling like an idiot, content to just be there. Just being yours like this.
You turned your phone to show him how he looked. "I personally think I should do this more often" you said proud of your craft.
“That so?” His brows lifted lazily, fingers tightening on your hips as he kissed you again.
Today was a good day.
"GUYS." Stephanie's voice cut through the coms, "Nobody leaves directly after patrol tonight. I have something to show all of you." Just by Steph's tone, everyone guessed this was going to be entertaining. A string of 'you got it', 'yep' and 'what for?' followed.
Cut to the infamous Batcave. All of them had busied themselves. Damian was polishing his katana, Tim was arranging case files, dick on the worn-out couch scrolling on his phone, Cassandra was in the training area and Jason leaned against one of the support beams, eating popcorn. The only person they were waiting on was Bruce. And all of them were getting impatient because Stephanie was too giddy and bouncy for their liking.
“Can you relax?” Jason finally asked. “You’re pacing like you planted explosives somewhere.” to which Stephanie scoffed with a smirk "Oh! Talk all you want Todd...for now."
Before Jason could even ask what she meant by that, Dick suddenly groaned dramatically from across the cave. “Well, we waited for nothing. Bruce is flying to Tokyo.”
Tim’s head snapped up instantly. “Why would he text you that and not me?” Already offended, he pulled out his phone only for it to be snatched by Stephanie. "Not right now drake"
“Everybody. Huddle up. Now.” She said a bounce in her step as she made her way to her phone.
"I'm about to show you. The cutest thing you've seen in a minute." She turned the phone around to show the video you had posted earlier that day.
Jason felt his ears get warm actively. The screen shook slightly as you tried to fix ur lipstick yourself only for Jason’s hand to enter frame, big fingers tilting your chin up with absurd gentleness.Then came the worst part. Jason’s face. Not the bruised-up, helmet-wearing crime lord terror one Gotham knew. No. This was domestic Jason. Soft Jason. The Jason who looked at you like you’d personally invented sunlight.
Covered in red.
God he looked so whipped.
Pin drop silence through the cave.
The first to react was Damian, springing off his seat to get a closer look "Is that Todd?!" and Stephanie nodded, squealing, "Aren't they so fucking cute!!" Before Damian could give his insight, Jason cut in, "What the fuck, Steph! How'd you even get the video??" Dick chimed in, "No better question. Since when do you have a girlfriend and why does it look like only I didn't know about her!" tim piped up "I didn't know either!" Damian nodded as well, "Why would you not tell us?"
"Just because! That's not the point right now. The point is that Steph is hacking into my girlfriend's account to get at me!" Jason said, standing up and taking the stage, "Wow, chill, I'm not hacking into anything, damn. Is it that hard to believe I'm mutuals with her?" Jason scoffed as if that had personally offended him, "no ur not." She just gave him a flat look. "...you are." He says, dropping back to his seat.
Dick asked the necessary question, "How do ya know her, Steph?" Stephanie shrugged casually "We've been volunteering for the same animal rights NGO for the past month and became friends. Then I see him pick her up one day and well..." Jason ran a hand over his face.
"I think it's very sweet." Cassandra spoke up, "You both look good together." Considering Cassandra rarely ever spoke, the atmosphere had quieted down to listen to her properly "Thanks cass. You're sweet. Maybe teach that to these assholes." Jason replied bringing the tension back in."We haven't made fun of you even once. Why the fuck are we assholes?" Tim asked annoyed.
"Because you were thinking it,” Jason shot back immediately, pointing accusingly at all of them like a man defending himself in court with nothing but wounded pride and vibes. "I can feel it in the air. Every single one of you is gearing up to make fun of me."
They exchanged looks.
“Can we replay the video?” Dick asked hopefully, already halfway off the couch and reaching for Stephanie’s phone.
Jason looked horrified. “Absolutely not.”
Too late.
Stephanie had already restarted it.
Dick clutched his chest dramatically. “My Littlewing grew up so fast.” Jason groaned, “I hate all of you.”
“You look like you’re about to serenade her.” Tim added.
“They look married,” Stephanie corrected. And god help him. Jason just hopes he was only feeling warm and not looking the part.
Damian, meanwhile, was staring at the phone with narrowed eyes like he’d just witnessed cryptid footage. “That cannot be Todd.” Jason scoffed.
Cassandra tilted her head slightly, watching the paused frame. “You look calm.” The words actually made Jason pause for half a second. Because that was the thing, wasn’t it? He was calm around you.
Then Dick ruined the moment instantly.
“Wait, wait, pause when he's in frame!”
“DON’T.”
Dick gasped, “Oh my God. He’s got the eyes.” Jason crossed his arms stubbornly. “You guys are overreacting.”
“Are not” Damian said immediately.
“You called me emotionally constipated three days ago!”
“You are. This is simply...unexpected character development.”
Tim leaned back in his chair with a smirk. “Honestly, I thought your version of romance was just threatening people slightly softer.” To which Tim received a 'what-the-fuck-dude' look
Jason groaned and leaned back against the beam again like a man moments away from faking his own death. Unfortunately for him, the hyenas smelled weakness. Tim held a hand out toward Stephanie.
“Lemme see the account.”
“No,” Jason warned immediately.
“Too late,” Stephanie chirped, tossing Tim the phone.
Jason lunged. Cassandra smoothly stuck a foot out. Jason stumbled mid-step while Tim escaped with the phone like a victorious raccoon stealing bread. “Traitor. You're supposed to be on my team.” Jason accused. Cass only blinked innocently.
Tim scrolled for exactly five seconds before letting out a low whistle. “Damn.” Jason narrowed his eyes. “Drake.”
“You’re in every other post”
“Drake.”
“There’s one where you’re asleep.”
“TIMOTHY.”
Dick perked up instantly. “THERES A SLEEPING JASON TODD PHOTO?!” Jason started moving again, but Damian intercepted him this time, grabbing the back of his jacket with deeply unnecessary force.
“You will sit,” Damian ordered.
“What are you, twelve or a Bond villain?”
“Yes.”
Dick had now migrated from the couch and was fully invading Tim’s personal space to look at the phone too. “OHHH this one!” A photo from the funhouse where the mirror had made jason look stretched and small (honouring fatson todd here.) Stephanie grinned, “Read the caption.” Tim chuckled, "He's 2 apples tall.” Everyone broke out laughing.
Jason looked like he was entering cardiac arrest.
Tim spoke up, "Dude, we have proof Jason isn't just a big tough GUY!"
Damian, however, was still staring at Jason. “You let her post this?” Jason frowned. “I'm no one to tell her what she can and can't post?”
Another question “She openly displays affection for you in front of strangers.” Jason answered warily, "...yeah?”
“And you permit this.”
Jason blinked slowly. “Do you think she’s my hostage? I love her. She's her own woman.”
Damian nodded in deep thought.
Dick slung an arm around Jason’s shoulders before he could escape again. “Face it, little wing. You’re down catastrophically.” Jason immediately tried shrugging him off. “Get off me.”
“Nope. I’m embracing this growth.”
“This isn’t growth.”
“You smiled.”
“I smile.”
Dick’s expression softened instantly beneath all the teasing as he got off jason “You really love her, huh?”
The cave quieted again. No jokes this time. Jason looked away first. Which was answer enough already. But then he muttered, quieter this time:
“More than anything.” The words settled through the cave strangely gently.
Then naturally.
“Anyway when’s the wedding?”
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a/n: First Jason fic! I hope this wasn't too stretched! Do you guys like it?
Been thinking about Leon meeting his younger self right after he lost his family and struggling to tell him that things will get better because things, in fact, did not get better…
