hey there, call me Space, or Casey, I don't mind either. we don't have many rules here, so this'll be easy.
requests/asks: OPEN (detailed requests are appreciated)
fandoms I write for: one piece, avatar (awow), itsv/atsv, the bear, kdph, bnha, pjo, xmen 97, Frankenstein, jjk, beastars, tadc, ultraman, yellowjackets, the outsiders (and the odds are high that I'll write for more! step right up, try your luck!)
✩ One Piece:
• slow mornings with the Straw Hats (imagine \\ 0.22k)
so i work at a McDonalds, usually night shift, sadly, but I am undettered, I tend to severely lack in a nightlife.
a man orders a McChicken, a McDouble and a small fry. his total is $7.40. this man does not have his two front teeth- yes this is important. he comes to the window. I confirm his order and happily tell him his total.
he hands me a crumpled 5 and two 1s, then takes four dimes from where his two front teeth should be and puts them in my palm.
I don’t know what to say. I don't know if I'm allowed to reject coins covered in geriatric saliva. is this a new trend? hes at least 65 years old. it this an old person thing? I don't hang out with old people often. maybe this is normal?
I take the coins. I set them aside and close the cash drawer.
"just a minute on your order, sir". I then proceed to wash my hands for three minutes straight. my manager asks whats wrong. I tell him what happened. and he cannot contain his glee.
he tells the cooks, excitedly, and they begin to dub him "Change Machine", cracking jokes about "I'd hate to see where he keeps his credit card" and that "you're going on a list, Casey!"
I then hand out the next man's food and out of sheer happenstance glance down the parking lot to see Change Machine sitting in his whited-out kidnapper van, staring me in the eyes as he menacingly chews his McDouble.
I call my manager over and the second this 7 foot tall bald man leans out the window, Change Machine reverses his van and leaves.
I have only been back to this job for three days after an 8 month break. that break wasn't nearly long enough.
nutrition facts: pt. 2 (sorta) of the previous (its kinda sorta a series) // first time giving head + first time (in a long time) recieving head // idk if Price is religious, but let's pretend for a minute here if he isn't, I like the imagery it gives // this was supposed to be one of those little short "imagine" things but then it got long and I was too lazy to change the formatting
"can I help you with anything else, Captain?" you ask, setting down the reports he asked you to gather.
"no, that's all, thank you," he mumbles, scribbling himself a note. you hesitate beside his desk for another few moments, watching as he scatters papers recklessly to find a specific document.
"are you sure I can't help, sir?" you press gently, knowing that stressed look on his face already. you didn't know what exactly was causing all of this stress, but it was showing quite more than he probably realized. "yes, I'm sure. you're dismissed, soldier," Price tells you firmly, not even sparing you a glance.
it wasn't your business at all, but it just felt wrong to leave him alone drowning in A4 printer paper. if you stayed, he'd yell again and there was a chance you might even get some sort of punishment. if you left, you'd feel guilty about it for the rest of the day and probably just end up coming back later. better to stay now and save time...
"with all due respect, sir... I can't leave you," you tell him softly. Price lifts his head, eyes narrowed slightly. "...run that by me again, soldier?" "I can't leave you, sir. it wouldn't be right. you're clearly stressed and letting you take care of this all on your own would..." "would what?" he snaps. "would make me feel guilty, sir."
"oh? it would make you feel guilty?" he echoes, mockingly. "that empathy is dangerous in a field like this." "I can deal with some danger, sir. I wouldn't feel right leaving you alone with all of this... what can I help with?"
Price groans, rubbing his eyes at your insistence. "not much, kiddo, a lot of it is only for people with higher clearance, like myself." "I won't look at those ones then," you say with a smile. he rolls his eyes, stifling his own smile as he slides you a stack of papers. "organize those by the person who sent or filled them out, then by date." "yes, sir," you say, quickly donning your task.
about an hour goes by of sorting and when you finally finish the stack, you lift your head, rolling your neck with a soft sigh. "all done?" Price asks, glancing at you. "yeah. you got any more for me?" "no, that's all," he murmurs, beginning to sort another stack himself.
you took a look at the nearly dozen more stacks on his desk, raising an eyebrow. "sir, respectfully, there must be something I can do. you'll be here for days." "usually am. the 141 isn't as glamorous as everyone makes it out to be, hm?" you laugh softly at his tired attempt of a joke. "Price, please, I can't leave you like this. can I at least get you some tea? a snack?" he points at a shelving unit in the corner, stocked with snacks and a kettle with a box of teas beside it.
"wow... you're very prepared." a proud smile touches his lips, but you don't catch it in time before he stifles it once more. "damn straight. I'd better be, I spend most hours of the day in here." "sir, all due respect, you're insane." "well, don't get sappy on me now, soldier," he teases, letting you see a smile for a brief moment. "just wanted to share my genuine opinion, Captain." you return his grin. "well, I appreciate the sentiment. now get on out of here and go-..." he waves his hand vaguely. "make fun of Soap or whatever it is you do in your free time."
you laugh. "actually, I mostly tease Gaz, but close enough." he smiles again, but it's a bit more forced this time instead of natural. he was slipping back into that stressed out, burned out, pissed off state.
you hated seeing him like this. he wasn't an office man. he needed a secretary or something, but there weren't many listings out there or women looking to be the secretary of a man on a relatively secret military base. and even if there were, she'd need the same level of clearance as him. it'd be a nightmare to coordinate. for the current moment; an impossible feat.
you hesitate in the doorway, taking him in. Price had rolled the long sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, the bottom of a tattoo peeking out at you, daring you to ask or have a look for yourself. defined musculature- a delicious view even for someone of his age- stood out in his traps and forearms. tension made everything bulge out slightly.
your eyes flick downwards just slightly, taking in the tension in his legs as well, the constant shuffling of his boots across the scuffed linoleum. when you were certain he wasn't going to look your way in the next five to ten seconds, you let your gaze drift slightly.
an imprint sat in his blue jeans, thick even through a probably starched material. Jesus, he must be huge, you let yourself think for a moment. the sight of him was delectable. you didn't wanna go.
the thought of leaving him here now seemed just as impossible as staying.
you come back over to him, not even fully aware of your own steps. Price lifts his head, confused. "soldier, are you disobeying an order from your Captain?" he murmurs.
you swallow your nerves, lowering to your knees beside his desk chair. Price goes still, eyes momentarily widening before narrowing once more. "what are you doing?" you can't find the words to answer him, so you just look up at him.
his heart hammers in his chest. your hand outstretches and it seems to take years. "I don't mean to be so forward, Captain," you whisper, your fingertips inching into the waistband of his pants. you give a gentle tug, but his belt hinders much from happening. "but I just hate seeing you so tense."
your breaths flirt with his already noticeable bulge, sending a zip up his spine that activates a neuron he forgot he had. "will you let me help you? just this once?" you whisper, leaning in just a little bit closer to his growing erection.
"that is... highly inappropriate, soldier. stand down," he demands, his voice weaker than he planned. you hear the waver in his tone and decide to stand your ground, leaning closer, your chin resting on his thigh right beside the tent in his pants. "Captain," you murmur, pressing your lips to his belt. "please?"
he shouldn't. he knew he shouldn't. you were like a Jezebel, a harlot, a minx, his own personal temptation sent from the Devil himself to make him stumble.
Price wasn't usually so religious, but seeing you kneeling there, heaven and sin swirling in your heavy gaze, he felt the need to pray. for guidance, for strength, for anything, to anyone, to tell him what to do here. unfortunately, no one responded in time because your lips pressed to his clothed erection and all thought of 'right' and 'wrong' left his mind.
"oh, God, darlin'-," he gasps, his muscles going tense. "relax, Cap, I got you," you whisper, sensing his yield to you.
it takes mere seconds for his belt to be discarded, his buttons popped open, his pants unzipped by your teeth and shoved down just enough. you carefully tug at his boxers, watching his expression to make sure he wasn't going to change his mind. Price doesn't deny you, so you continue.
the second your lips wrap around him every ounce of stress seems to drain from his muscles. Price goes nearly limp in his chair, his head tipping back. you hadn't even taken half of him, you hadn't even sucked yet, just the simple wet warmth had him already dizzy and ready to risk it all. he couldn't even remember the last time he got blown. did it always feel this good or were you just a goddess with your mouth?
you press your tongue to his tip and he groans deeply, his face scrunching up. "Jesus, darlin', you're killing me. don't-" a gentle hum reverbs from your throat up his length and his complaint dies in his throat.
luckily for you, your inexperience and hesitancy appears to John as overcompensating gentleness.
in his eyes, you somehow knew he hadn't been sucked off in years and were being careful with him so he wouldn't freak out and dart off like a scared prey animal.
the sight was obscene despite your slowness. you kept pulling off for a deep breath, strings of your saliva mixed with his pre stretching between your pretty lips and his flushed tip. and every time that happened, Price grew exponentially closer to finishing on your pretty face in a very un-gentlemanly manner. not a good look for his reputation of being well in control.
of course, none of this was good for his reputation. but premature ejaculation would positively destroy his ego.
your lips wrap around him again, but this time you were pressing deeper, further, choking down his cock like pills too big for your gag reflex.
"Jesus- fuck-! gentle- easy, lass you're gonna-" he stammers breathlessly.
your nose was pressed to his happy trail, tears beading at your waterline while you stared up at him with a pleading look. his tip was curved slightly down your throat, deep enough to hinder your breathing and feel your esophagus begin contracting around his tip. Price moaned louder than he meant to, a desperate sound. "fuck- darlin', you're-! I'm gonna-!"
he knots his fingers in your hair, pulling you off of his length. the separation is punctuated with a disgustingly loud and wet pop! and a whine from you. "Cap-," you protest petulantly. "no. I mean it. you need to stop. I'm gonna-" "but, I wanted you to!" you insist, gripping his pants in both fists. "please, I wanna feel you finish down my throat."
"fuck, you're filthy, darlin'," he murmurs, your words making his cock twitch right in front of your face. "please, Captain, can i?" you beg him, trying to take him in your mouth again. he hesitates a moment too long and youre taking him in your mouth again.
it feels filthy letting you deepthroat him like this, but fuck if it wasn't a sight he could get used to. you try to take him as deep as you had before, but he keeps a hand firm in your hair to prevent you from choking too much. "easy, darling... I'm not letting you damage that pretty voice because you're too eager to suck me dry," John chuckles.
a relaxation begins to warm his voice. he was coming around to you and your unorthodox ways of unwinding. you try to smile around him. "you're so beautiful," he mumbles, finally saying your name instead of just calling you 'soldier'.
a small, coaxing moan reverbs from your throat up his length. barely a second later, he finishes with a shaky groan, clutching your hair like a lifeline as streams of thick spend spit down your throat. a whimper chokes out around his cock, tears brimming at your waterline. "oh Lord- heaven above, dollface, that was-... fuck, darlin' are you alright?" he pants, carefully pulling his now limp cock from your throat.
you manage a nod as you work to swallow every drop, proudly showing your tongue as all those beautiful women did in the videos you hid from your parents way back in high school. fuck. a natural. "absolutely perfect," Price whispers.
before he can stop himself or think this through any further his lips are on yours and he's licking his spend from behind your teeth.
"Captain," you whisper. "not anymore... usually I would get off on the power difference of being your superior, but I would prefer it if you called me by my name," he tells you, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. "just call me John..."
a/n: i lwk forgot I had such a big crush on Price, this has been sitting in my drafts since I posted the first one, but then i had the pleasure of coming across the sexiest possible picture of this man and it got me excited enough to finish. please give me more reasons to write about him.
like this one? well, I got plenty more where that came from! I even made a Masterlist
taglist: @i-heartdinos
credit @grimnaru for the bottom photo. thank you for creating a piece of art I need to admire daily
I get so smiley thinking about Luffy and his birthday. May 5th is- obviously- Cinco de Mayo, but its also Children's Day in Japan. The date his birthday falls on is a celebration in both of the cultures that Luffy embodies (even before OPLA and we got Iñaki Godoy, I remember a lot of talk and headcanons that Luffy was Brazilian or some form of Latino, which I completely adored). God bless Oda. I could totally overanalyze or rant about this for longer, but I'll let you all celebrate instead.
someone probably already said this but Ex Machina feels ahead of its time. in 2014, they gave us a movie about a bald-by-choice, full-bearded, glasses-wearing, ai-obsessed douchebag tech bro antagonist that brings a guy to his smart house in the woods and tries to indoctrinate him into getting an ai girlfriend bc he built one in his basement and needs the software tested, and it felt far fetched
nowadays, I can't walk twenty feet on my college campus without seeing either of these men, sometimes both at once
thinking about being new to the 141 and being simply infatuated with Captain John Price that was definitely wayyy too old for you
nutrition facts: smut + nsfw // new recruit fem!reader// first time // cursing // male receiving head // female receiving fingering // fully consenting age difference // sort military kink (duh) // pt. 1/? (pt.2-ish here) (its kinda sorta a series idk)
Price was aware of your silly crush on him, of course; he was a trained military officer, he was supposed to notice things. Price didn't pay it much attention though. you were too young, fresh from some community college with a degree that was no longer needed in the current economy. it didn't matter how pretty you were with your sweet smiles and peppy attitude, he wasn't a pervert and he definitely wasn't going to take advantage of the eager young recruit.
not even when you approached him in his office and offered to help him destress after a particularly difficult mission that you weren't allowed to go on because it was "too dangerous for as new of a rookie as you, soldier".
seeing you kneel beside his chair, Price felt his mouth go dry. you reached for his belt, your eyes wide and innocent as you murmur propositions to your Captain.
"I don't mean to be so forward, Captain Price, but... I just hate seeing you so tense," you breathe, curling your fingers into the waistband of his pants. "will you let me help you? just this once?"
letting you help him felt like the greatest sin. Price was pushing 40, practically a fossil with his aching joints and the beginnings of salt-and-pepper hair; you were early 20's, all soft skin and bright smiles, precious and sweet like a flower on the first day of spring. once your lips closed around him, his resolve shattered, and Price wondered if he even needed to be the gentleman he so vehemently portrayed.
John's composure, already so thin, was stretching even thinner. the ever-gentle suction felt like you were siphoning his heart through his cock; all of his feelings, wants and needs slipping down your throat, pooling in your stomach with his seed.
was it wrong? 100%. he was old enough to be your father. but that's what made it so exciting. it was taboo and sexy, just like him: military, gruff, strong, but warm too. your Captain was gentle with you, even before you started... offering particular de-stressing services.
it didn't take long for the lines to blur even further. receiving a blowie under his desk while Price scribbled out paperwork was one thing. but having you in his bed in his private quarters, laid out on your back and wailing for him was another thing entirely.
"you gotta be quiet, darlin," he whispers, although his actions relayed anything but that. his fingers toiled away tirelessly between your legs, petting and pinching while you panted and pleaded. "Capt'n, you're being so mean," you whine, trembling legs wrapped loosely around his waist.
"I'm being mean?" he echoes, surprised. "no, doll, you were the one being mean. leaving that envelope on my desk... that picture you took... that was the cruelest you've ever been, sweetheart." his thumb finds your clit once more, pressing firmly to drive his point home.
a shiver trails up your spine, and you arch into him. it was a little cruel to leave such a picture on his desk where anyone could have picked it up, but if he didn't want you to be so dirty for him, he shouldn't have put his dog tags around your neck while you sucked him off and left them there even after you finished.
he captures your whines with a soft kiss; not the first one you shared but the gentlest thus far. "shhh, doll, its alright," he murmurs, his tongue finding way into your mouth. "I got you, hm? gonna take good care of you."
his tip nudges your entrance and a gasp pulls itself from your throat as you try to protest. "waitwaitwaitwait- Price-!"
Price stops immediately, concern across his features. fuck, this is it. this is where it ends. I went too far, made her uncomfortable and now I'm gonna get reported. goddamn this minx, luring me in so deeply and making me feel like this. God, I hope I didn't hurt her. "what is it?" he breathes.
a blush burns your cheeks as you look away. "um... I, uh... I didn't feel like it was important to tell you before but now that... things are going a little faster, I just... feel like you should know that... I'veneverhadsexbefore!"
one beat of silence. another. another. more. a full minute. neither of you were breathing much. you were worried that he was going to be upset about your inexperience. Price was concerned he was a certified cradle snatcher now. a virgin. holy fuck.
he knew you were inexperienced; hell, you almost bit him the first time you gave him head. was that the first time you ever gave head? oh, God, and he cursed you out for most of it, too tense with worry of his reputation to enjoy it or guide you through it properly. this guilt was even heavier in his gut than his indigestion.
"I'm so sorry, darlin'," he whispers, sitting up. he moves off of you, running a hand through his hair. "I... why didn't you tell me before?" "I was nervous that you'd be upset with me..." Price gently catches your face in his hand to make you look at him again. "why would I be upset?" your pout makes him smile softly. his concern beginning to melt at your continued adorability. "because I know you probably have a good amount of experience and I really don't... all my experience comes from... well... you."
"all from me?" Price murmurs. you lean into his touch, relishing in the gentle brush of his thumb on your jaw as you nod. "yeah," you breathe. "so, I'm all you've ever known sexually?" you nod again, a little embarrassed still.
"I'm honored, sweetheart," he whispers. "but... I wish you would've told me. I would've been much nicer to you." "I don't want any special treatment, John," you say with a shy smile. "Christ, darlin', easy there... gonna give me a heart attack with that sweet little mouth," he chuckles, squishing your cheeks between his fingers. you whine again, tugging at his wrist halfheartedly.
"alright, then... are you sure I have your full consent?" he whispers, pulling you a little closer. you nod quickly, already going dumb with his treatment of you. "good girl... now lay down, soldier. your Captain's got a demonstration for you..."
a/n: there will be a part two eventually I guess. maybe even a part three. but for the current moment in time, I feel like if I don't get this out right now, it's never going to get done and I'm going to have to affect the trout population instead. there is like the weirdest guilt that decides to inhabit my chest cavity when I don't post fanfiction for a little while so fantasizing about older men and making you all join me helps with that <3
like this one? well, I got plenty more where that came from! I even made a Masterlist
taglist: @i-heartdinos
on Pinterest looking for T141 pics for an upcoming project, why is hucklerobby there? why is my military propaganda intermittent with the gay doctors and also the summer Hikaru died? why is 2025s monsterfucker of the year next to ghoap?
am I silly for just now realizing his name is probably Mane Attraction because hes a show pony and all show ponies/race horsies/whatever have weird ass names?
Idk why but hear me out… Female!Law x Male!Reader. Reader is a doctor/apothecary (also something I’ve barely seen in fic for prob reason, reader is a fishman/or half fishman that’s a devil fruit user)
hey diva, do we got any plot? ik thats kinda my job but I don't have much inspiration rn
