Captain Price with his hikikomori of a partner. Probably found you half dead on the side of the road in front of a bar, the last time you hung out with your "friends" (girls who genuinely just fucking bullied you) and now you spend all your time in his house.
His room reeks now, his bookcases that used to be empty now filled with obscure mangas and his desk refurbished into your gaming desk (free niche indie games on steam..).
Despite your clear issues, he's obsessed with you. There's no worry about you leaving his side, so he can always coddle you, not to mention you're extremely touch starved and love being rocked to sleep. Sex is the only weird thing.
You're horny, that much is clear after skimming one of the strange boys-love series you bought, but you're extremely picky. You don't make much noise during sex either, just heavy breaths and an occasional whine here and there, and you hate being manhandled. The most he's allowed to do is fondle your chest and suckle, but you make no reaction.
One day, he gets a call from you during work, you're asking about using his credit card for the new dlc to your favorite game, while he's groaning affectionately. His men ask about who you are after that and never stop, wanting to meet you desperately. Do you want to meet them? Eh, check back tomorrow.
You have a full closet of expensive, custom made clothes, yet you never go anywhere. You don't need to do laundry because all you wear is a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. The day you take a shower is the day Hell cools over.
Some random day on his leave, he's sitting on the couch with you while you (mis)use his tv to watch game documentaries, fondling his body and objectifying him idly. You randomly state out, "I wanna meet your friends."
He chokes on his own spit and has to take a good few takes, looking over your outfit again before properly processing what you've said.
He helps you detangle your hair and wash your body for hours, giving you multiple bubble baths and cleaning the water when it turns dirt brown. He helps you go through your closet, deciding between which lolita dress to wear. Not lolita? Then we go through your scene catalog. Not that? Emo? Goth? It takes half an hour at least just to decide the aesthetic.
When you finally settle on some black, somewhat modest skirt and a pink sweater (paying homage to Madotsuki from Yume Nikki, you say. he doesnt understand), he then drives you to a nearby cafe for everyone to meet at.
The entire time, you're mostly on your phone or clinging shamelessly to John. You bit him more than a few times directly in front of his men, and he speaks for you more than you do for yourself when they ask questions.
I dont know where to go from here, I just like neet/loser/incel/hikikomori reader and think its funny to see loser reader with older man who doesnt understand a word of what youre saying. he just thinks youre neat (neet).