Thinking about everyone on base being horrified by how secretary!reader talks to price....
How could they not? John price is a man to be respected if not feared. Even higher ranks than him know he's only still a captain because he prefers to get his hands dirty himself. No one wants to mess with a man like that.
Then there's....you. the new secretary.
"John. Your paperwork." You tell him every morning, dropping the files on the table in the mess hall without much thought. The first time you did it, people genuinely flinched.
No one calls captain price john.
You have no care or respect for his rank, treating price as a casual coworker and not the weapon he is. Always a "john. I want my vacation time approved by this weekend." Or "your breath smells like coffee, john. You want some gum?"
People are convinced price is planning to kill you. No other option when you keep blatantly disrespecting him.
Of course the team notices it too. Worse though when they notice you still call ghost "lieutenant" and kyle and soap "sergeant"
"Doesn't it bother you, sir? The blatant disrespect?" Kyle asks one night at the bar, after price had mentioned you again.
"bother me? Why the hell would it bother me?" Price snorts, takes a bite of the crisps from ghosts plate "My wife can call me whatever she wants."
NOTES: I really have nothing to say for myself. Based on this ask <3 as always, keep on sending in those requests!
TW: smut, dirty talk (like. a lot), younger!reader (20s in my brain but I don’t think I mention an age), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), brief oral near the end, lots of kissing, lots of profanity, very Ben, intense sex, and so very much dirty talk, this is filthy I’m so sorry, Ben’s done with old ladies!!!
Masterlist
You hadn’t meant to go home with him.
It was supposed to just be a drink. One drink. Maybe two. You’d gone out with a few friends who’d already bailed by the time you spotted him across the bar—broad shoulders, smug smirk, leaning back like he owned the fuckin’ place. You’d recognized him instantly, of course.
Everyone did.
“And here I was thinking I was done with the young ones,” he muttered when he slid onto the stool beside you, voice like smoke and gravel, loud enough for you to hear over the music. “Then you had to walk in lookin’ like that.”
You didn’t flirt, not right away. You just laughed, tucked your hair behind your ear, and let him look. And he did—openly, shamelessly. Like he wasn’t in any rush.
And God, you let him.
You liked the way he spoke—cocky, unfiltered, every word dipped in that scratchy drawl. You liked the way he spread his legs when he talked to you, the way his hand brushed your knee once, twice, before settling there like it belonged.
By the third drink, your chair was so close that your thigh was pressed against his. By the fourth, he was talking into your ear, his expression growing more self satisfied with every giggle he pulled from you.
“You’re trouble, aren’t you?” he asked, clearly not expecting an answer. “All sweet voice and big eyes, sittin’ there so fuckin’ pretty, and so fuckin’ young—I’m almost worried for you with all the dirty shit I wanna do to you.”
You smiled at him then, slow and soft, and said, “I’m not the one you need to worry about.”
That’s when he stood up, tossed a few bills on the bar, and reached for your hand.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he said, smirking. “Let’s go find out.”
If only you’d known then.
“Holy fuckin’ hell.”
Now, Ben’s voice is shot—ragged and stunned, like he just stepped into a wet dream he didn’t think was real. He’s on his knees between your thighs, hair a mess, jeans shoved down just enough to free his cock as he spreads you open on the bed like he’s about to devour you.
“Look at this fuckin’ mess,” he groans, dragging two fingers through your soaked folds, then holding them up, dripping, gleaming in the low light. “This is from me? Just talkin’ to you?”
“Yes…?” Your voice ticks up at the end, clearly confused. He almost sounds shocked.
He looks at you then—really looks. You’re all blown pupils and parted lips, because you want him.
“Fuck,” he mutters again. “I forgot this is what young pussy does.”
You whimper, but you still don’t close your legs. In fact, you tilt your hips a little higher, thighs trembling, one hand sneaking down to run your fingers over yourself.
And Ben nearly stops breathing.
“Ohh, fuck yes,” he growls, grabbing your wrist and holding it there like he wants to frame the image in his memory. “Hold it open for me, baby—just like that. Let me see that sweet little pussy drippin’ for me.”
You shudder as he leans in, nose brushing your inner thigh, breath hot and wrecked.
He lets out a breath, thumbing lazily across your clit just to watch you jolt, and the slick sound it makes punches a groan out of him.
“Fuck, hear that?” he says, stunned. “That’s all you, baby. Music to my fucking ears.”
You gasp, clutching his arm as he moves, rocking up to meet him without being told, chasing the pressure like it’s instinct.
“I love when you touch me,” you say, breathless. “Feels really good.”
“Yeah,” he huffs, clearly amused, rubbing over your clit so slowly it shouldn’t even feel good but god does it ever. “I can fuckin’ tell. You’re a damn natural, sweetheart.”
“You have any idea how many chicks I’ve fucked?” he mutters, almost annoyed, like it’s your fault he’s so floored. “Decades of fucking. Hundreds of women. Thousands. Models, porn stars, you name it. The women my age, they needed convincing. Time. Half of ‘em wouldn’t even get this wet with help.” His fingers press just right and you cry out. “Had t’fuckin’ spit on my hand just to fake what you’re doin’ all by yourself.
He looks up at you, dark eyes wild, voice low and reverent.
“And here you are, soakin’ through the fuckin’ sheets before I’ve even fucked you proper. How the hell’s that fair?”
Your eyes flutter, lips parting, a high whine slipping free as your hips buck up toward him.
“Then fuck me,” you breathe. “Please, Ben—just… I need it. Need you.”
That breaks him.
He doesn’t answer—just grabs your thighs, yanks you closer, and really get to work, his fingers plunging in as deep as they can go with a wet squelch that makes you both moan.
“Goddamn, baby, listen to that,” he grits out. “So fuckin’ wet. So tight. You’re suckin’ me in like you don’t ever wanna let go.”
You whine, rocking against his hand now, chasing every curl of his fingers like you’re desperate for more. “Faster,” you beg. “Please, Ben, faster.”
“Greedy little thing,” he grunts, but he does it—fucks you with his fingers until your slick is dripping down his wrist, obscene and sloppy. “I bet you’d let me bend you over right now and fuck you stupid with half the block watchin’, wouldn’t you?”
You moan, nodding, mindless, grinding down into his hand.
“Yeah,” he breathes, twisting his fingers just right, thumbing your clit until you squeal. “That’s what I thought. You don’t even know what you’re doin’ to me.”
You’re trembling, your whole body pulsing around his fingers, and when he pulls out, you whine at the loss—until you see what he’s doing.
“Look at this,” he groans, dragging his soaked hand across your stomach. “This cunt’s been waitin’ for me since the day you were born.”
“Ben, please,” you sob, desperate.
He grabs himself, thick and hard and already leaking, and presses the head of his cock against your entrance. His eyes stay locked on yours, hungry and unhinged.
He growls—actually growls—and not a second later, he’s pressing in, slow and deep, hips flexing, his jaw clenched tight as your heat swallows him whole.
“Christ on the cross, sweetheart,” he snarls. “You’re better than I ever could’ve fuckin’ imagined. Tightest, wettest little thing I’ve ever been inside.”
You both groan when he bottoms out, and then he’s moving—hard and deep, the wet slap of skin and the obscene squelch of your slick echoing like music in the room.
“M’fuckin’ spoiled now,” he pants, eyes locked on the way your tits bounce with every thrust, hands gripping your thighs like he’s holding on for dear life. “I’m not pullin’ out. Not ever. You hear me, sweetheart? I’m stayin’ in this pussy ‘til I die. It’s mine.”
You nod, breathless, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him even deeper. “Yours,” you gasp. “All yours.”
And Ben just grins, cocky and ruined all at once.
“Damn right it is.”
He’s fucking you hard now—deep and relentless, hips slapping against yours in messy, soaked rhythm. The room smells like sweat and sex and heat, the bedframe groaning with every brutal thrust, and you can’t even form words anymore. Just whimpers. Gasps. Breathless, broken sounds as you cling to his back, your nails biting into his skin like you’re afraid you’ll slip under.
“Shit, baby,” he pants, jaw tight, voice wrecked. “You feel that? How you’re milkin’ my cock?”
You nod—barely. You don’t even know if you’re saying yes or just trying to stay conscious at this point.
His hand slips between your bodies, thumb finding your clit like it’s second nature, and the moment he presses down, you’re gone.
You come with a strangled moan, your whole body seizing beneath him. Back arching. Vision white-hot. It hits you like a punch—shaking, pulsing, wet and overwhelming—and Ben feels it.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he snarls. “Keep squeezin’ me, sweetheart. Just like that—fuck, I’m—”
He drives in one last time, deep and brutal, and grinds his hips down into you as he comes. He curses—loud, raw, guttural—as he spills inside you, hands gripping you firmly, every muscle in his body pulled tight as he rides it out.
It’s messy. Loud.
He stays buried inside you, both of you panting against each other’s mouths, too stunned to speak for a long moment. Your legs twitch around his waist, and his body’s still shaking a little above you.
Then, slowly, he lowers himself down until he’s resting fully on top of you, helping move your legs back down onto the bed.
Your fingers find their way into his hair, and he lets you hold him there.
You feel him smile against your neck.
You don’t even realize you’re crying until Ben leans over and presses his mouth to your cheek—rough and warm and still catching his breath—and feels the damp there.
“Aw, fuck,” he all but groans, voice sounding more resigned. “Did I hurt you?”
You shake your head fast, but the tears keep coming. You’re not sobbing, not panicking—just raw. Overwhelmed. Overstimulated. Wrung out in every way a person can be.
“No,” you suck in a deep breath. “No, you didn’t. I’m okay. Just…”
You trail off, and he waits. Doesn’t push. Just keeps breathing against you, thumb rubbing circles over your hip like it’s the only thing he knows to do.
“I feel like I just got hit by a truck,” you laugh a little at the absurdity of the entire night.
He huffs a low laugh in return. “Yeah? You and me both.”
You blink up at him, lips parted, dazed. He’s still inside you—softening, twitching, warm—and you don’t want him to move.
“You sure you’re alright?” he asks, quieter now. Still gruff, still him, but the edges are sanded down.
“Uh-huh,” you nod slowly. “I just can’t feel my legs.”
That gets a real grin out of him, crooked and proud. “Hell yeah,” he mutters. “Still got it.”
He pulls back just enough to look at you. His hair’s a mess, his cheeks are flushed, but his eyes are softer than you expect—dark, but not wild anymore.
He leans back down and kisses your neck. Slow. Lingering. Then the curve of your shoulder. Then your chest, right between your breasts. His stubble drags across your skin with every lazy shift of his mouth, warm and heavy.
“I don’t think that performance can be outdone.” he mumbles against your skin. “You have absolutely ruined me for anybody else.”
You hum quietly, eyes heavy and dazed. “Wasn’t trying to.”
“That makes it even worse,” he huffs a laugh, mouth still moving—lower now. Lazier. “You don’t even know what you’ve got goin’ for you. Just layin’ there all sweet and soaked and lookin’ up at me like I hung the fuckin’ moon. It strokes a guy's ego, sweetheart.”
You shiver under him, overstimulated and spent, but there’s a flutter low in your belly.
“Damn near lost it the second I got inside you.” He drags his nose across your collarbone.
You hum quietly, nails scratching gently at his scalp and he moves. “You did good.”
“Fuckin’ right I did.”
His hand slips back between your thighs to feel just how messy you still are. “Yeah,” he mutters, grinning against your skin. “That’s what I thought.”
You twitch when his fingers brush your oversensitive clit, and he pulls back just enough to look down your body at the wet shine still dripping down your thighs, now mixing with his own release spilling out of you.
“You’re still fuckin’ soaked.”
“Ben…”
“Relax,” he drawls, voice going low again, predatory and reverent all at once. “I’m not gonna fuck you again.“
His mouth drags down your stomach, his hands warm on your hips.
“I’m just gonna clean you up a little.”
And when he settles between your thighs again, mouth hot and open, he doesn’t say another word.
“Fuck,” Jack muttered under his breath, watching your hands slowly stop their compressions on the man laying in the cot. The beeping on the EKG slowly came to a stop, now flat-lining. Your hands went limp, resting at your sides. The look in your bambi eyes was sorrowful, eyebrows furrowing just slightly. You took a shaky breath in while Dr. Robby called out, “Time of death, 6:27 PM, Cardiac arrest.”
Everyone in the room stands around quietly, taking a moment of silence for the death of this patient, while you mournfully stood next to the bed, tears pooling in your eyes. When Ogilvie attempts to leave the room, Dennis stops him quickly. “Uh— we actually stay for a brief pause of reflection, to respect our patient.” He spoke gently, which made the blonde step back into his place, holding his hands in front of him.
After the minute of silence, everyone stepped out of the room, getting back to their other patients— except for you and Jack. He stood hesitantly at the door, though, not knowing if he should leave you. But the pit in his stomach at the sight of you told him otherwise.
Jack stepped a bit closer to you, noticing your clear, gloomy expression. “Hey, traumas like that? They hit hard.” He spoke in a gentle, yet firm tone. “Even on the good days.” He added, watching you stand there and not speak, wondering if he should continue talking or give you a couple minutes alone. “Y/N, talk to me, please.”
You remained silent, not daring to speak, because you knew if you did, you’d end up in sobs and embarrassing yourself in front of Jack. “I uh.. I just— I knew him.” You spoke quietly, wiping the smeared blood off of your cheek, which did nothing more than just spread it to your jaw.
Jack’s face falters slightly. He swallowed and gave you his full attention. “You did? How?” His brows knitted together, watching you slide down the wall to the floor. He slid down beside you, eyes fixated on yours.
“He would uh.. He would come here a lot.” You nodded to yourself, your hands rubbing up and down your scrubs in a soothing manner. “His son died here, last year.” You swallowed. Jack’s face softened in an instant.
“I tried my best to save him. But I couldn’t. I failed his son, and now—” You cut yourself off, feeling a lump in your throat. “I failed him.” You croaked out, voice quavering.
“Hey, hey, hey,” He quickly scooted closer to you. His hand found yours, thumb gently running over your knuckles. “Y/N, you did everything you could back there. Don’t blame yourself, this is not on you.” He tried to reassure you as best as he could, but you weren’t having it. You shook your head repeatedly, tears rolling down your cheeks. “It’s all my fault—”
“Don’t say that— Hey,” he interrupted, wrapping both arms firmly around your trembling body. His fingers ran through your hair gently, chin resting atop your head. “You did everything you could back there, Y/N. Everything.” Jack spoke softly.
Your hands reached up and gripped his scrubs, giving you some sense of comfort. Salty tears wet his neck while your face was buried in the crook of it, but he didn’t care whatsoever. The only thing he cared about was making you feel safe in these troubled moments.
You’d never been well at handling the death of your patients, but this death specifically hit harder than all the others. Memories of you and P/N ran through your head on loop, like it was some black and white film from the 50s. You knew the guilt trip would leave you paralyzed in bed for days.
The room was filled with silence other than your sobs that made Jack’s heart ache more and more by the minute. He’d whisper little, soft reassurances every moment or so.
“You’re okay.”
“Don’t blame yourself.”
“I’m here.”
His touch was so achingly gentle, it made you feel all fluttery in the stomach. Fluttery in a way you couldn’t quite explain, but it definitely wasn’t your main concern at the moment.
After a few minutes of lying there in his arms, he spoke quietly, still not pulling away. “You okay?” his fingers stayed grazing your arm in a soothing manner. When you nodded slightly, he pulled away, just enough to catch a glimpse of your face.
He brought his hands up to your face and slowly wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. Jack’s hands slowly fell down to your cheeks, cupping them. “It’ll be okay. I promise.” He assured, giving a small smile along with a nod.
You nodded back slowly. “I know.”
“You gonna be okay today? If you want to leave, I can cover your—”
You cut him off. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry. I don’t need to leave.” You spoke in a quiet tone. “I think I just need to get back to work— take my mind off of things.”
Jack nodded. “Of course.” He coaxed, thumb still gently rubbing along your wet cheekbone. “If anything happens, you know where to find me, yeah?”
“Yes, I will come and find you if anything goes wrong.” You nodded, jokingly reassuring him. He smiled softly.
“Alright,” he whispered and gave you one last smile before standing up, stepping out the bathroom quietly, leaving you there on the floor alone with your thoughts.
summary- joe decides he wants to finally make his move and put a ring on your finger
warnings- smut, loss of virginity, unprotected piv (wrap it before you tap it yall), oral (f! receiving), sweet sex, softdom!steve, HEAVY fluff, porn with plot, breeding kink, use of daddy in a non-sexual way, overstimulation, multiple rounds, kinda freak!reader a tiny bit maybe?, soft sex, swearing
wc- 1.6k
notes- valentines day special late, sorry. i feel like he would be so gentle and caring during your first time. tumblr literally didn't save my first one so I had to rewrite it. hope it’s good for yall<3 not proofread
18+ mdni!
kiss me out of the bearded barley, nightly beside the green, green grass, swing, swing, swing the spinning step
you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
the room was lit by small beautiful candles that smelled of vanilla, champagne and love. rose petals strewn across the white sheets.
joe stood at the end of the bed, perfecting everything.
he loved you so much. he loved the way you watched the waves splash against the warm sand, the way your hair blew in the breeze.
that's part of why he brought you here. he loved seeing you such a peaceful state.
he loved everything about you. you were so beautiful, so his. from the moment he met you, he knew you were the one.
just a smile from you and he was down on one knee.
that's the other reason he brought you here. you've been together for three years now, and he knows without a doubt that you are the one he's going to spend the rest of his life with.
he cant imagine having anyone else when you were alive. you were his girl. he was the luckiest man alive, he was sure about that.
the way you smile at him when he kisses your head, the way you laugh at his stupid jokes, hiding your face in his chest because you don't like your laugh.
that was the craziest thing to him. your laugh was freaking beautiful. how could you not love it?
everything about you was beautiful. the way you mumbled about random things when you were half asleep.
and man, he was absolutely freaking whipped. he treated you like the most important thing in the world. he worshiped the ground you walked on.
joe was an absolute gentleman. you're cold? his jacket is around you in seconds. your feet hurt? he's scooping you off the ground and carrying you.
and you loved him. you loved him, not Steve, not djo, joe. you loved the man he really was. and oh, that was the best feeling in the world to him
he knew you were the one he was going to grow old with. you were everything he wanted. he wanted to keep waking up next to you for the rest of his life.
he wanted to buy you a pretty house, get you a sweet little dog, and settle down. he wanted to grow a family with you. three boys and one girl.
he wanted to teach those boys how to be real men. how to treat a woman.
he carefully turns the light off and closes the door, walking to the kitchen.
you stood there in front of the sink, washing the dishes from the pasta you two had cooked for dinner.
your hair was still wet from our shower, and she was wearing one of my shirts that hung to your thighs and a pair of boxer shorts. tease.
he walks over, wrapping his arms around your waist. his chin rests on your shoulder, his breath hot against your ear. "you tryin' to tease me baby?" he asks, his voice low and rough.
you smile. “i was thinking we could watch a movie or something?” you suggest as your clean. he hums.
“i have a surprise for you first.” he murmurs into your ear. you turn the sink off and dry your hands. he pulls a blindfold out of his pocket
“put this on for me” he hands it to you. you tilt your head but put it on. “just let me guide you ‘kay?” he starts leading you down the hall and opens a door.
“okay, take it off now” he says. you take the blindfold off and gasp. the room is covered in candles and rose petals and there’s balloons on the wall that say “will you marry me?” with a box with chocolates and flowers and a teddy bear on the nightstand.
you turn around and he’s on one knee. “y/n, i’ve loved you for so long. from the moment i met you, i knew you were the one. i want to grow old with you and grow a family with you, will you marry me?” he holds up a ring.
you nod quickly, eyes watering. he smiles widely and slides the ring on your finger before standing and hugging you tightly spinning you around
“we’re getting married!” he laughs in joy. you smile “we’re getting married!” he looks at you stroking your cheek and admiring you.
“joe?” you whisper “yes, baby?” he says softly. “i think im ready” you mumble.
his eyes widen “you’re ready?” he asks. you nod “are you sure? we don’t have to yet if you’re not” he assures you
“i am, i promise” you say. “okay, but if you need to stop at any point tell me, okay?” he strokes your hair. you nod and he kisses you softly. he picks you up, walking backwards.
he gently lays you on the bed, hovering over you. he looks down at you for a moment.
“what is it?” you ask. he shakes his head, stroking your cheek “im so fucking lucky” he leans down and kisses you. his hand moves down, gripping your breast through your shirt, thumb stroking your hard nipple, kneading the soft skin.
his hand travels lower until he reaches the end of the ahirt. he pulls back slightly, looking at you for permission. you nod and he pulls your shirt off, groaning. his cock was already throbbing.
he leans down and kisses your stomach, fingers playing with your waistband. he looks up at you “you sure about this baby? we can watch a movie instead if you aren’t ready.”
but you shake your head. you were ready. he smiles and slides your boxer shorts down, fingers leaving a hot trail. he was now achingly hard.
he spreads your thighs, exposing your soaked pussy. he grunts, leaning in to press a kiss to your inner thigh. you watch him nervously. he strokes your thigh
“this okay?” he murmurs. you nod and he slides his hand up, parting your folds with his fingers “fuck baby, look at this pretty little pussy. all for me?” he presses a kiss on your clit, making you let out a soft sigh.
he flattens his tongue, licking one long strip from your entrance to your clit. he slowly starts moving his tongue faster, making you feel things your own fingers never could.
you whimper, arching into him. he groans against you as he devours you, alternating between kitchen licks and long rough sucks.
“joe-oh don’t stop-fuck-“ you whine, feeling that coil in your stomach start to grow. he holds your hips down with his free hand while using his other to slide a finger inside you slowly, making you grip his hair.
he pumps the finger, slowly adding a second one and pumping them as you whine under him until that band snaps and you shatter around him, orgasm crashing into you as you tremble and squirm under him.
he kisses up your body, kissing you softly. he slowly pulls his fingers out, licking them “you taste so good, hon. could eat you out all day.”
you tug at his waistband “im ready joe” you whisper, still coming down from your high.
he glances at your face once more before practically ripping his sweats and boxers off.
his long, thick and veiny cock springs out against his stomach.
holy shit
“is that gonna fit inside me?” you ask, genuinely concerned. he chuckles, stroking himself slowly, tip already leaking. “don’t worry baby, we’ll take it slow. if it’s too much, you tell me and we’ll stop, yeah?”
you nod. he rubs his fat tip against your folds before slowly lining himself up and sliding just the tip in, making you gasp softly. he strokes your thigh letting you adjust. “just breathe baby”
he slowly slides in a tiny bit more, hissing at how fucking tight you are. he immediately forces himself to think of anything unattractive, broccoli, algebra, to keep himself composed.
he moves slow, letting you get used to the stretch. he rubs your clit to distract you from any pain or discomfort. once you buck your hips up, he almost loses control.
he speeds up, thrusting in and out of you “fuck baby, feels so good. pussys gripping me tight” he groans. you whine as he pounds into you, his tip hitting your cervix with every thrust.
he holds his hand on your stomach where the small bulge is “look at that baby, can see me in your pretty stomach” he groans, kissing you softly.
the headboard knocks against the wall with each thrust, your body moving slightly with each one as you grip his biceps, nails digging into his skin.
“joe-oh mmph-im gonna-“ you whine and he coos “i know baby, come on. cum for me” he coaxes, rubbing your clit and you let out a cry, your second orgasm crashing into you, clenching around him.
he keeps pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm “come on pretty, one more”
“ ‘s too much-i can’t-“ you mewl, squirming and whimpering. he keeps up his relentless pace “you can. come on, just one more. cum for me and i’ll fuck a baby into you”
you tremble violently as your third orgasm quickly approaches and your vision goes white for a moment as you let out a sob
he groans, burying himself deep and white spurts spill over your walls, and he gently wipes your eyes.
“you okay baby?” he asks, worried he went to hard. you nod, trembling and panting. he kisses your temple. he slowly pulls out, watching his cum drip out of you.
“i’ll be right back okay? stay here” he gets up and walks to the bathroom, cleaning himself up and pulling on some boxers. he grabs a washcloth and some water and walks back in
“here baby, lemme clean you up” he gently wipes your thighs and cleans up your body. he holds the water to your lips and makes sure you drink it before pulling one of his shirts on you and crawling back in bed.
he wraps the blanket around you both and pulls you close. he presses a kiss to your head, gently running his fingers through your hair
“was your first time good?” he murmurs against your head. you nod “the best” you smile. “you know, you’d make a really good daddy” you murmur “really? you think?” he asks. you nod.
“you’d make a really good mom too” he kisses your head and you fall asleep in his arms.
this was why he was going to marry you. these moments would last forever
a/n- sorry y'all this sucked balls. sorry it’s late!!
── ⟢ YOUNGER!READER PRANKING JACK BY TELLING HIM SHE PUT OLIVE OIL IN HER CAR DURING AN OIL CHANGE
── ⟢ WARNINGS 18+ mdni. age gap (reader is in her early to late 20’s). slightly suggestive ending & sprinkle of a daddy kink. jus something fun & silly!
── ⟢ ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS gif creds: @/wesandresons
You'd been lounging on the couch in the cutest sleep set after a lazy day, about to get up and start on dinner when your manicured thumb scrolled to the next tiktok on your for you page, giggling to yourself at the manner in which the girl on screen's husband, reacted when she informed him she used regular cooking oil for her car, the idea to do the same to Jack igniting a certain sparkle to your eyes.
So you proceeded to get up and start on dinner, pouring majority of the olive oil into another glass container before stuffing it away out of sight, lips twitching as you struggled not to laugh, prancing over to his study and inhaling a deep breath to compose yourself, peeking your head around the door with the sweetest smile you could muster, "Jackie, you busy?" You hum, batting your lashes when his hazel eyes pick up from his laptop to meet yours.
"For you? Never. What's up? What do you need mhm?" He clears his throat, his eyes briefly flickering down to the cute pair of panties you wore, ones he remembers buying, clenching his jaw before trailing them back up to your eyes again.
You brought the now empty bottle of olive oil out from behind your back, feigning the utmost nonchalance as you waved it around enthusiastically, "If you're not too busy, could you go to the store and pick up some more olive oil? Completely forgot to get some earlier t'day when I was at the grocery store."
Jack's brows furrow at that, closing his laptop, "Huh,” he whispers, more to himself than to you, out of sheer confusion. “Didn't I just buy that yesterday though? How'd we run out that fast?" He questions, racking his mind for how the olive oil could have possibly run out after only one day.
You only shrug, your perfectly curated lie tingling on the tip of your tongue, "No, remember I had to do an oil change on the Jeep, soooo...." You trail off, turning around just in time to stifle a laugh, mindlessly padding back to the kitchen, leaving a very confused, very concerned Jack in his study.
He replayed your words over and over until he somewhat understood them (he didn’t), mumbling to himself trying to make sense as to what the olive oil had to do with an oil change - and that's when it hit him, his eyes widening in realisation as he stood up, marching into the kitchen to find you none the wiser, chopping the tomatoes and onions.
"Honey, you did an oil change on your car?" He murmurs, thinking, no hoping, he heard you wrong, almost praying to any god that would hear, that he heard you wrong.
You look up, setting the knife down as you nod, "Mhm hmm, saw this lady doin' it and it seemed easy enough so I went and got the olive oil and did it while you were helpin out at work." You smile, nearly losing it when all the colour drains from Jack's face, his eyes as wide as saucers as he grabs onto the kitchen island to steady himself, not at all believing his ears.
"Baby, you put olive oil in the Jeep?!" He gasps, neck straining with how far it was jutted out, chest rapidly rising and falling as he tried to slow down his breaths.
"Yeah?" You huff, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, looking down briefly to swallow the cackle brewing in the back of your throat when you can practically see Jack trying to calculate just how much the cost will be to fix your car now.
"Fuck off - you did not put olive oil in the Jeep, you didn't." He yells in disbelief, nearly dismantling your entire operation with how red his face was and how strained his voice got.
"I did - was I not s'posed to? I saw this video on how it's really dangerous to drive without oil and I dunno where you keep your stuff, cause that garage is a mess, and I mean oil is oil so I put the olive oil in there and it runs perfectly." You shrugged, coughing so as to cover up the smile that was threatening to breakout on your face.
"Baby what do you mean it runs perfectly? You drove the car with olive oil in it?! Are you insane?” he curses, feeling faint at the mention of how reckless you were being, “and yeah - oil changes are necessary but not with olive oil - Jesus okay, we gotta get the car to a repair place and from now on y'leave the car stuff to me alright?" He swallowed, rubbing his forehead in utter disbelief, his face still stark white due to the information he'd just received, sending you doubling over with laughter as you couldnt keep the straight face anymore.
Jack's brow arched at your incessant giggling, tilting a head as you damn near looked like a mute seal, clapping and laughing with no sound coming out, "What? Y'laughing at how much this is going to hurt my pockets?" He sighs, frozen in place as you finally stood back up straight, clutching your belly as you shook your head.
“No I’m laughin at the look on your face - I’m messing with you baby I’m sorry!” You snort, eyes welling up with tears as you continued laughing, slowly walking over to him.
His face falls at the witch like chuckle you let out, piercing his eyes at you, “This one of your little - what’s it again, tok pranks?” He huffs, shaking his head when you continue laughing, exhaling a visible sigh of relief as you wrap your arms around his neck, continuing to giggle into his chest.
You chortle at his wording, chest shaking with laughter, “Tok pranks? God you’re so old!” You hum, body jerking when he delivers a playful slap to your ass.
Jack rolls his eyes, placing his hands on your cheeks and pulling your face from his chest, “Don’t act like you don’t love it.” He quips, that familiar cocky smile returning to his face, replacing the look of horror he had just minutes prior.
“Okay but seriously no more tok pranks cause you’re gonna send this dinosaur, as you would say, to an early grave kid.” He tsks, bringing your face forward to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, smiling against your skin at how you managed to completely rewire his nervous system with your little joke.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry it was just too good not to - y’shouldve seen your face - I’ve never seen you that red before, like not even after we’ve had sex!” You snort, hands mindlessly playing with the grey curls at the nape of his neck.
Jack only gives you a look, the corners of his lips turning up into a slight smile, “Ha ha hilarious honey - now you can find your own ride to Santos’ party Saturday, since you think stressing out your old man is so funny.” He smirks, leaning forward to press a kiss to your temple.
“Okay okay I’m sorry,” and with a cheeky smile you sink to your knees, “I’ll make it up to you daddy.”
New color unlocked! strikethrough indicates Russian. Most Russians get called by nicknames by friends/family. Reader is not necessarily white. I am not even white. It’s just the story. Reader is just mixed with white, but looks however you look still
Minors Do Not Interact
Being Price’s son who grew up outside of the UK cause your mom never married Price and couldn’t stand all the military shit
You’re there for the first time. While you’ve barely had any contact with Price, you’re going to spend your last years in college at a university there so it makes sense to save money and live with over the summer to get used to the area before classes start
Maybe you’ll finally develop a relationship with the man, lord knows you must’ve longed for a father figure in your life
You’re well past childhood now, have been for years. If he’s honest with himself, Price thinks you’re a bit beyond the age where he and you could truly have that father/son relationship, but it can’t hurt to try, right? You must want something like that after so many years without one
You’ve gotten to know some of his people already, mostly just his team, but you’ve also met Kate. Even Nikolai is planning to stop by and say hi. Price is actually enjoying your time there. He hadn’t quite realized what he was missing with you until now, though you seem much less invested in deepening your relationship that he is
Today’s the day Nikolai is coming to have dinner, along with Simon, Kyle, and Johnny. Price and you had gone out to pick up food and by the time you’re back, Nikolai is waiting outside the house, smoking a cigarette in the driveway along with the rest of the 141
Now imagine Price’s surprise, his fuckin face, when you perk up and burst out the of car practically yelling “Kolya! Oh my god!”
You go straight past the other four men and practically jump into Nikolai’s arms
Imagine the look of horror on Price’s face as he sees you two embrace and hears “Ha! Hello little bird! It has been a long time, hasn’t it?”
“Too long! What’re you doing here?”
“It seems I am here to meet…you. I did not realize that you were John’s-“
“Son. My son, Nik. How exactly do you two know each other?”
John has a horrid smile on his face as he walks towards you both. Nikolai’s is smug. Johnny and Kyle seem to be in shock, while Simon is unreadable beneath his mask
“Oh! Well-I mean, we met a while back. My friend was learning how to fly and took me up once. Kol-Nikolai was there when we landed, he had his own plane there…” you look bashful. More shy than any of them have ever seen you
“I was just passing through at the same time. Met this one and decided to stay a bit longer. A good boy you have, John. You should be very proud.”
Nikolai is the only one looking proud right now. Very proud. Dangerously proud, still with one arm wrapped around you. A bigger smile on his face than any of the 141 have ever seen
“He-he stopped by…now and then over the years. He’s uh…a good friend.”
“Yes. Great friend. Our boy had mentioned a father living over here once or twice, but…I suppose I simply never caught the name.”
It’s only now that John takes note of the gold chain you wear. The one you haven’t taken off a single time since you started staying with him. The one that seems to be identical to Nikolai’s….
i NEED soft smut with older sevika and younger reader!! also aftercare too?? luv ur works! <3
lemme take care of you
an: hii guys sorry i havent posted in so long, things haven’t been going too good for me recently but ima still try and post more often! and thank you so much user!
᯽ synopsis~ sevika has been really busy recently, and as a result hasn’t been able to spend time with you until now…
᯽ scoops~ older!sevika x younger!reader
᯽ flavor~ strawberry
᯽ allergy warning~ reader masturbates soft sex, use of strap, sevika refers to the strap as her dick, sevika calls reader pet names (such as, baby girl, baby, sweet girl,ect.), praise kink, biting kink, lotus position, some scratching, overstimulation, squirting, sweet aftercare
᯽ swirl~lovers
᯽ serving size~oneshot (1208)
Recently, you and Sevika have barely gotten to spend any time together. With Sevika working early mornings and late nights you barely even go to see her. Despite it all you know and acknowledge that age works these long hours so that you both can live comfortably, but you could clearly see the ware it has done on her. The times that you are able to actually talk to her or take a good look at her, your heart shrivels. Her silver strands stick out prominently against her jet black hair, her forehead and frown wrinkles have deepened, dark circles have formed under her tired silver eyes—but it wasn't only her features that changed. She's become quieter and distant. You didn’t take it personally you know she is swamped with so many responsibilities with the rise of Zaun. But still it gets pretty lonely, especially at night…
“S-Sev…” you moan, your fingers pumping knuckle deep into your pussy, imagining they’re Sevika’s instead.
You bring your other hand to your hardened nipple and pinch the bud, enticing small whimpers from you. That familiar pressure in your stomach gets stronger, prompting you to finger yourself harder. You close your eyes, wishing that Sevika’s tongue was the one making you feel good, imagining her gruff voice calling you the sweetest names-
“Sweetheart?”
You open your eyes to see a now wide-awake Sevika standing in the doorway, eyes moving wildly over you. You try and cover yourself with your hands but that does nothing, forcing you to resort to a nearby pillow for cover-up.
“Baby, you’re home early,” you say with forced calmness, trying to brush off the embarrassment of being caught.
“Finished early,” Sevika responds, slowly walking to the space between your legs in a daze.. “and apparently I wasn’t the only one.
“Vika, are you ok, love?” you ask, startled by how wild eyed she looked.
“Mhm, I just need to be in between those thighs.”
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“What is it, sweet girl?” she whispers softly into your ear, earning a whine from you. Her hips thrust up slowly into you, meeting your attempts to grind down on her. “Is my dick too much to handle?” she purrs, her lips curved into a smug smile, holding your thighs apart while slowly fucking up into you with her strap.
“S-so f’cking f-full,” you groan, your head resting against the curve of her neck.
“Oh I know baby girl,” she coos into your ear, “but you can take it. Right?”
“Y-yes…” you moan, her strap constantly hitting that spongy spot.
“Mhm…My baby deserves to feel so good after being neglected for so long.”
She reaches her hand down to your puffy clit and rubs it in slow circles. You groan at the new additional stimulation and her sweet words after feeling neglected for so long. She puts her face in the side of neck, prompting you to expose more of it. She bites the sensitive skin lightly before tenderly kissing the bruises. You desperately hold onto her muscular arm, the pressure in your stomach getting stronger by the second
“B-baby, I’ma…”
“Shh, it’s ok honey. You don’t have to tell me. Just let go for me ok. Cum around my cock, baby. Cum for me, sweetie,” she whispers in your ear.
Your orgasm rips through your body, causing you to shake slightly and let out a pornagraphic, high-pitched moan. You lay limp against Sevika’s chest, legs still propped up in the air and trying to catch your breath.
“My baby did so good for me,” Sevika coos, kissing your cheeks, “but I’m not done with you just yet.”
“Wha-agh!”
Before you can question her, she maneuvers your legs so she can hold them both against your bare chest with her mechanical hand. Quickly, she begins thrusting into your sensitive pussy.
“S-sevika, t-too much.”
You scratch at her arm, leaving behind red kitten scratches, but Sevika’s unfazed. In fact, your reaction just turned her on even more.
“You can take it, baby,” she encourages, but at this point she sounds like she’s underwater. The ache of overstimulation makes you dizzy from the high of pleasure.
“V-vika, I feel w-weird,” you struggle out, the tension in your stomach threatening to break differently this time.
“Just let go, baby,” Sevika whispers.
You let out a hearty scream that would probably have your neighbors knocking at your door, but you don’t care. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as a wave of pleasure crashes over you. Sevika lowers your legs slowly so as to not hurt you after being in such an uncomfortable position.
“Oh baby,” Sevika gasps, staring at the mess you made.
You get yourself together and look down at your thighs, covered in your arousal.
“I didn’t know you could squirt, baby,” Sevika teases, rubbing the outside of your thigh slightly.
“Me neither,” you mumble, still partly dazed.
“We definitely need to do this more often.”
You nod slightly, face burning red.
“I’m going to pull out now, okay baby?”
Her hands grab your waist and effortlessly slide her now cum covered strap out of you, causing you to whimper. She sits you on the bed and closes your eyes not realizing how exhausted you were. You hear Sevika leave the bed, but don’t pay any mind to her. A few moments later she comes back, and you open your eyes to see her holding a wet towel and a glass of water.
“Sweet girl, can you sit up for me please?” she asks,
You wordlessly nod and prop yourself on your elbows. Sevika carefully bring the water filled glass to your lips and you take a sip of the cold, refreshing liquid.
“Good job, baby,” she coos and gives your forehead a little peck. “Lay back for me.”
You lay on your back and Sevika opens your legs, getting a good view of how much of a mess she made of you. You whimper at the cool air hitting your pussy, but was soon replaced with a warm towel. The feeling was a bit overstimulating but, thankfully she finished cleaning you up fast.
“Princess, what pj’s do you want to wear?” she asks.
“The striped ones please.” you reply.
Sevika silently makes her way to your shared dresser and rustles a bit before pulling out your brown and white striped set. She walked back to the bed, and you felt a warm towel on your inner thighs.
“I’m just cleaning you up baby. I’m almost done. “ she reassures, after seeing you squirm at the feeling of the towel on your overstimulated pussy.
“Done.” she says proudly and begins to clothe you with the stripped pjs. Her hands are gentle as she moves your body to fit the clothes on you, and easily moves you under the covers.
“Babe, the sheets.” you say.
“It’s ok we’ll clean them tomorrow." she says while getting in the bed with you, the bed dipping under her weight. She comes up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist, her face nestled comfortably in the crook of your neck, breathing in your sweet familiar scent. The warmth of your wife and the gentle rhythm of her heartbreak craft a sweet lullaby that lol you to sleep.
angel!reader dressing up as Lola Bunny for Halloween bc it’s drews cartoon crush!!! hehe she gets her shit plowed so good!!
pairing 𐙚 drew x angel!reader (younger!reader)
warnings 𐙚 sex. i kind of hate this but hopefully u will like it <3 drew calls reader bunny during sex oops 🧁
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you told drew he wasn’t allowed to know what your costume was until you personally showed him. you and him had a halloween party with his friends coming up soon so you figured now was the perfect time; a few days before the party.
“okay coming out.” you shouted from drew’s bathroom. you had nervous butterflies in your stomach, you wanted to impress drew, and even if you weren’t dressed as his cartoon crush; lola bunny, he still would have thought you looked perfect. a ketchup bottle costume would make him happy.
“let’s see it baby.” drew uncovered his eyes, which you told him he could do when you said you were ready. "you did some research huh?" drew giggled, getting up from his seat on the bed, admiring you as you spun around for him. of course taking good long peek at your ass, it looked so good in those white booty shorts you chose.
drew thought it was funny but also adorable how you’d managed to find out who his cartoon crush was, although it wasn’t hard to find. the amount of interviews you watched with drew was quite embarrassing and definitely one thing you’d never admit aloud to him.
"do you like it?" you batted your eyelashes while looking up at him. "do i like it?" drew pulled you closer to him. "i love it baby." he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. which turned into more than just a kiss, very quickly.
before you knew it drew was drilling into you from behind, telling you how nasty you were. that was, politely of course.
“you’re so nasty. you know?” drew’s grip on your hips tightened as you felt him hit deeper and harder inside of you. “i love it.”
“fuck, drew.” you mewled out. if you knew how turned on drew would get from a lola bunny costume you could have worn it ages ago.
“you look so pretty while getting fucked from behind.” drew huffed out, he was out of breath, which meant he was gonna cum soon. “even with that stupid bunny costume.”
“stupid?” you turned your head back to look at him, fully ready to start an argument while drew was literally pounding into you.
