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look, i'm latina (born and raised in latam, never lived anywhere else, i have the credentials lmao), and regarding you not handling spicy food well, that's totally valid and normal. honestly, i think that's mexican people's fault for giving us that rep that latines love spicy food when in reality, at least here in south america, most cultures don't really have super spicy food traditionally. like, super well seasoned? absolutely. a little spicy? sometimes. but very spicy is definitely a mexican thing that people assume to be true for all of us
(unless... you have mexican ancestry, than i don't know what to tell you babe)
also, we don't speak spanish in brasil and that doesn't make us any less latine, and that shouldn't make you any less either <3
i mean… if you think about it… most latine people speak spanish or portuguese, and both are the languages of colonizers. you know what else is the language of a colonizer? english. so, really, we’re all in the same boat on that one.
also, about the spice thing, YEAHH!! i’m glad you brought that up!!! because i had the absolute pleasure of getting to meet and stay with one of my tias for the first time two summers ago (my boricua side of the family is pretty detached from literally everyone else in the family) and she cooked for me and none of the food was like offensively spicy (not the mofongo, not the rice, not the pasteles, not the picadillo, not the empanadillas, none of it). puerto rican cuisine, like many other types of caribbean cuisine, has just as much african influence as it does spanish influence, and yet, even we’re not going too crazy with the spice. mexican cuisine is giving the rest of us a reputation we simply can’t (and won’t) live up to (love y’all tho <3 <3 love mango with tajin. love mexican chocolate. love tamales. <3 <3).
… in all fairness, spice is also good in really hot, dry climates because it makes you sweat and helps cool you down (oddly enough), so like… it could just be that the landlocked, more arid places in mexico (predominantly north mexico and some of central mexico, i think) have learned to eat lots of spice in the summer to help keep them cool since they don’t have coastal breezes (in the landlocked portions) and are fairly close to the equator. but like in more tropical and coastal places, we don’t typically need that because the temperatures are fairly mild, we get lots of rain (at least during the wet months), and we benefit from the luxury of frequently having a costal breeze.
but also i’m not mexican, i know next to nothing about mexican culture (i mean i hardly know anything about my own culture!!) so like… i have zero authority here… i could totally be just talking complete nonsense rn.
also eeek you’re from brasil??? that’s super fucking cool!!! i’ve always wanted to go to brasil specifically to study the jaguar populations because!!! first of all, there’s so many!!! also brasileiro jaguars are usually quite a big bigger than other jaguars (if i’m remembering correctly), which is just… ugh we love to see that!!! and since brasil’s government has put more protections in place for them in recent years, they’re numbers are (to my knowledge) coming up… also like they’re so elusive and cool!!!! the flora and fauna of brasil is so fucking incredible!! genuinely one of my favorite regions for that exact reason. like where else in this world am i going to see a big ass jaguar battle against a caiman???
#sorry i’m an animal nerd#i fucking love jaguars#especially the jaguars from the pantanal#they’re bigger there… they give less of a fuck there… they’re incredible#jaguars are at their best in brasil’s pantanal and that’s just the facts#love my latine mutuals <3#ask and i shall reply#moots moots lovely moots <3#luiza <3#also boricuas have beef with almost every other group of latines??? except (to my knowledge) brasileiros??#idk why… i guess we’re just like the mean girls of latin america??#but yeah boricuas and brasileiras unite 🫶🫶
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Love Alfred with a cross bow... BUT COME ON THE JOKE WAS RIGHT THERE, THE PARALLELS, "the son of dracula" vs "the son of hellsing", also let one iteration of Hellsing be a gremilin, a swer rat, the manifestation of obsession turned insanity
#the batman 2004#the batman vs dracula 2005#batman vs dracula#batman#dc#penguin 2004 my beloved he's just a lil guy with razor sharp teeth and letal unbrelas ♡#dc joker#finished the 2004 series and the movie. i love the style damn#dracula just jumping on joker with 'jaguar sound' tree seconds after waking up made me laugh#of course the maniac clown is more resistent of the vampire venom and manteins his fucking in/sanity longer#if bruce was younger. teen or something as batma. i bet dracula would pull the adoption papers. whats more romantic than reviving your wife#and introduIng her to new son boy who manteined your legacy of bats alive during your centuries of half death or something#DC comics
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OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED I NEVER POSTED MY YUGIOH ITA BAG HERE. Hi hello look at my new(ish) bag insert. It needs more pins tbh
#Ita bag#Yugioh#Yami Yugi#Pharaoh Atem#I don't often tag things but I think everyone should Look At Him. It's so fucking cute I love this insert. needs more pins tho#Also yes Jet Jaguar is there too. don't worry about it
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Before Grassroot's death, Otterslip was tempted to just let all of Stormsight's offenses pass by. The remarks, the rumors, the arguments.. he was willing to let it all go.
Then his son was mauled by dogs, and Stormsight failed to save him. With all the herbs and medicines, Stormsight failed to save his son, who had only become a warrior so recently.
Otterslip felt something inside of him snap that day, like a spider's web brought crashing down by the simply flap of a bird's wings.
Then he overheard Stormsight talking to himself. Wondering.. how to.. reveal his late mother was a murderer. How to reveal she had been the one to kill Sunwish.
All hesitation Otterslip had vanished in that moment.
When he asked around for Stormsight the following day, he had been told by others that the medicine cat had "gone out to get herbs". Some cats told him not to be too rough on Stormsight, that he tried his very best to save Grassroot.
Otterslip paid them no mind, but he also knew not to be obvious.
So he made it look like he gave up looking for the medicine cat.
(Something inside of him told him to give up for real. To not go through with. Please, that voice screamed, don't.
Otterslip ignored it.)
When he knew the clan wasn't paying attention, they wouldn't notice his absence, he slips out. His pawsteps as quiet as can be. Scorchstar never taught him the technique Oaktuft had taught her, but he had seen her using it.
He knew how to use it. Not to her level, but he know now.
It was easy enough to find Stormsight's scent trail. The medicine cat was easy to trail behind once Otterslip found him. The warrior stayed hidden, in the bushes and greenery.
Stormsight was not looking for herbs. He was walking, talking to himself.
Talking about how to reveal Scorchstar's sin.
Otterslip felt like something was clouding his mind. Vengeance, his heart cried, vengeance. His mind cried the same thing, and so he followed Stormsight to the cliffside.
His brown fur blended well with the dirt and rock walls. His blue eyes were a hindrance, but Stormsight never heard him.
Otterslip watched as Stormsight sat at the edge of the cliffside, deep in thought.
(No, the voice deep inside cried. Don't do this.)
He began walking, pawsteps quiet.
(No, no, no, the voice cried again. You can't. Don't!)
He was far from the medicine cat, but he was picking up speed. His heart was pounding in his hearts and his jaw was clenched.
Grassroot.. mother..
(Don't let the cycle repeat, the voice inside wailed. You can't let it repeat! Be better! Please!)
Otterslip's eyes narrowed to a fierce glare as he got closer to Stormsight's back, and he turned his body a bit.
You're a disease, just like Sunwish was. If I want to protect the clan..
(Don't! the voice shouts. Don't make the same mistake!)
I need to eradicate the disease!
Otterslip squeezed his eyes shut as he rammed his side into Stormsight, causing the medicine cat to yeowl. He opened his eyes soon after and dug his claws into the cliff top, preventing him from falling down..
Just as Stormsight was falling now.
Otterslip lets out a breath, body going slack as he watches Stormsight fall to the pointed rocks below.
They lock eyes.
"OTTER-!" Stormsight tries to shout, but he falls directly onto a pointed rock. His shout turns to a gurgle as blood fills his throat.
(The cycle continues, the voice deep inside weeps.)
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HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK WHAT THE HELL?????
im on the floor dude. i just. whuwhwwh
blood in Stormsight's throat preventing him from speaking. just like Scorchstar. i. have no words this is so fucking good aughaghg
#fallenasks#fallenfic#jaguar anon#ON THE FLOOR IN TEARS. whathe fuck#i never thought id have so many emotions about pixelated cats.#i also love how 1 person mistook grassroot for a tom and everybody else ran with it#he uses he/she now. it fits#i mean she's also dead but hey. whatcha gonna do#kill the medicine cat about it?
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I've had a really rough week and I've been coping by binging iterations of my favorite villain so naturally I comfort drew Big Kitty (and Osito)
#DC#DC Bane#Batman vs TMNT#Mutant Bane#Jaguar Bane#Bane#sennyartwave#I took a few artistic liberties w/ the jaguar design bc fuck if that entire scene wasn't in shit lighting and the style is simplistic af <3#I love him so much.....#He f- he fought w- he- he fought with the fucking bear on his person [gross sobbing]#I love him sm#I love the fact that they even jaguar'ized Osito.. as illogical as it is to mutate an inanimate object.#Highly dependant soft-side Bane best Bane pls give me more..
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sometimes I think about the fact that when oda was making the supernovas, he thought that kid would be more popular than law. like he didn't expect law to be as popular as he ended up being (thusly bringing in the backstory, etc)
so does that mean we possibly have an entire backstory of kid and his pirate crew just sitting around???? like what plans did he have??? did he have any??? WHAT IS THE LORE?? ODA PLS I NEED TO KNOW. IM BEGGING. IM ON MY KNEES.
#i NEED more kid pirate content#i love each and every one of them so much fr#like pls i need to know killers NAME#i want to know more about heat n wire#i want to know more about the gangs from their island and how they came together#id like to know more about Victoria#let me know about my little gremlin dive n my big softie gig#i want to know about my girlie quincy and her interesting dress choice#i want to know about hip and her lesbianism#like are mosh and boogie brothers??? cause they have the same hairstyle and nose and face#lete touch pecks fluffy hair#lemme know about that goofball bubblegum and his stupid hair#little feral mam pomp#i wanna see more of uk in a miniskirt!!!!#also why papas look like kwite????#are moai and compo related bc they wear the same bandana and beads????#I WANT TO FULLY SEE HOP BC HER DESIGN LOOKS FUCKING SICK!!!!#i wanna see house n jaguar n emma in full glory#and the other two that were with kid when he strung up those one guys#like why they disappear???? what are their names??? were they just fodder to fill up the scene????#GOD I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS#captain kid#eustass kid#massacre soldier killer#killer one piece#killer#eustass captain kidd#captain kidd#one piece#eiichiro oda
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My theory is that corazón doesn't want law (and children) to be part of the family bc he wants to protect them so he just scares and hits them away
#which is like fucked up way to do it but 🤷🏻♀️#baby 5 hitting law again ahdkaj#the officials aged like milk in like 16 years damn....#so law is someone with money that lost everything kinda like doffy which his father renounced to have everything i get it i get it#oh law had a sister too ooh.....#mr baby or whatever his name is damn.... he was a dapper middle aged man#there are nuns in one piece??? so was there a jesus christ??? do you think he gets compared to ace or thats just me#very funny thay mingo tells giolla not to spread misinformation lmao#law wanting to kill corazón bc everyone else died so its not fair this asshole gets to live.... well...#when the nun said theybwere going to let the kids leave... yeah no....#talking tag#watching one piece#episode 701#jaguar d saul and the nun are the same character kinda#someone out there is going to love you no one is born to be alone/someone out there will help you and be kind to you#also trebol or diamante said that you cant win a fight with force of will and law said that exact thing to luffy....#hes gonna prove them all wrong#oh lmao even doffy and corazon there crucified like their father damn#the father explaining how they will enrich their life not like riches but like in their hearts... heart motif again#okay the father is fucking stupid lmao#yes we just moved from mariejoa and this is my government name#they lasted one (1) day ajdhask#i would hate my dad too if he was that fucking stupid lmao#now my theory is in shambles.... well cora dod protect him by not telling... i guess it mingo made his mind up he wouldn't be able to#make him change his mind#why does cora keep falling over... just a show of his kindness or is it to make the kids laugh..... bc baby 5 laughs and#pranks him with the tea always#YEEEES cora is telling law to run away form doffy bc the tenryuubitos have beef with the D.s.... two theories confirmed in one hell yeah#i need to make my one piece conspiracy board i am serious#episode 702
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not even remotely kidding when i say that this is how I've been dressing lately.
#suit jackets. bomber jackets. blouses. ties. belts. suit pants. striped pants. everything i mix and match.#i desperately need some fucking dress shoes though. all I have is this one pair of pink/yellow/blue gradient sneakers.#i love having different patterns on everything. my fave combo is probably my jaguar print red jacket + my black and red roses blouse#it started somewhere after last comic con so i think harry (and kim) are mostly to blame for this. bought my first de merch there#theyve been hanging on my board above my pillow. influencing my fashion. unknowingly. i only realised this just now.#tedpost#tedtalks
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when i say i love America I DO NOT mean the government bitch i mean the flowers and fauna
#we have native jaguars. did you know that#crow.txt#we have so many beautiful animals native to the us#do you know what a fishercat is? you should. they’re amazing#do you know what the New York State flower is? it’s a rose#our state insect is the nine spotted ladybug#nj’s state bird is the northeastern goldfinch#I love animals so fucking much. our walnut trees are so cool#we have so many fucking living creatures that are just standing examples of beauty in the world
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the mexican rock scene so good in the 80s and 90s like. did we really deserve caifanes? cafe tacvba? soda stereo is argentine but it is suchhhh a good band to vibe too. i love how grungy rock from latino countries was during this time. honestly imo its much better than american rock music from the 80s and 90s
ill take caifanes over rhcp anyday, fuck
#funfact my blog started as a caifaines fanblog but uhh i suck at spanish rl bad. i stopped.#i work with a lot of latinos both immigrants and fellow first gens like me but like#i guess caifanes isnt as popular as i think bc whenever i mention it they dont know who im talking abt#the band broke up and they became jaguares so i guess they'd be more familiar with them but idk..#caifaines was so grunge and experimental i fucking love them so much...#i always felt kinda alientated from my uh. idk being latino but music from these bands makes me want to learn more honestly.
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You leave Jim alone for 5 minutes in the jungle and when he comes back he's all feral and covered in paint
#the sentinel tv show#i love the blue filter whenever the jaguar appears#(in the Spanish dub they call it a panther tho)#I laugh so much whenever there's a cut and I hear the 'this is a +18 tv show/movie' jingle#one thing we don't give the show enough credit is it's banger season opening episodes#they are all incredible#edit: season 1 was +13 why the fuck did it change ratings????
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I NEED TO KNOW DO YOU LIKE SHARKS IF SO WHATS UR FAV SHARK
Bull sharks because they’re big beefy badasses with hella bite force and they love Florida.
#I love sharks because they’re terrifying not in spite of it#it could fucking kill me (even though the chance is extremely low) and that is fucking awesome#if I really did cave and get a fursona it would definitely be either a jaguar alligator or bull shark#sharks are dope#but if I find the fucker who started the ‘sharks are smooth’ meme I will lay hands on their ass
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okay maybe rng doesn't entirely hate me
#flight rising#scry#coatl#spiral#obelisk#aberration#jaguar gene#weaver gene#i certainly got a halloween kid this time#i am in love please don't mind me#what i said is partially a lie tho i'm still of the belief that rng wants me dead#i think it just took pity upon me obsessively hatching eggs today#but fuck if i'm gonna complain about it taking pity on me#i might look at offers but idk..........#feeling kinda attached.......
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having a. Normal onw
#evil neighing compilation#evil neighing album#god this song makes me feel like sobbing for no particular reason. like even just thinking about it as i type the post#jaguar love r sooooo so fucking good also even disregarding my biases#Spotify
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watching sam bird is suffering
#i love you walmart seb with arm tats and dilf look#jaguar what the fuck are you doing#idle thoughts
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Breed
Captain John Price x fem!reader
[“Breed” by Nirvana]
[18+]
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• summary – you and price meet up off base. you fuck lol.
• rating – 18+ [mdni]
• wordcount – 4.6k
• warnings – fem!reader, praise kink, breeding kink [i'm being so fr it's in bold], unprotected piv, oral [f!receiving], price is a whore for you <3, strong language
(let me know if i missed any warnings! ok hope you like <3)
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You had been off base for all of four hours.
It was supposed to be a weekend away from your colleagues and the cutthroat environment of a military job. You planned on enjoying a peaceful couple of days with the company of excessive amounts of alcohol, a spa, and that one situationship you had been dealing with for the past year.
So now, before your holiday even begun, you were already regretting even leaving.
You sat in a quaint little bar: complete with all the bells and whistles to make it seem like a 1920’s speakeasy. The light was dim, settling the room in a golden ambiance, as people conversed with each other, nursing crystal tumblers of dark liquor or caressing the thin neck of martini glasses.
You reclined into the plush leather sofa beneath you, a glass of— as the familiar bartender described it— your usual in your hand. You swirled it around your glass, watching the liquid slosh against the sides as your “situationship” rambled on about something (you had stopped paying attention five minutes ago).
“I mean, he drove to work in a Porsche and I drove a Jaguar,” Max downed the rest of his beer. “I think we both know who has the superior taste in cars, don’t we?”
“Mhm…” you hummed, taking a sip of your drink.
Max had never been the most interesting person— hell, he was actually really fucking annoying. His only redeeming quality was that you could fuck him and not feel guilty about leaving the next morning. Convenience, really.
Max peered at you over the rim of his pint glass, cocking his head to the side as he placed it back onto the table. “Something on you mind?” He asked, sounding genuinely worried.
You looked up at him, slightly startled. “Oh, no, sorry. It’s just been a long day—”
“Okay, great, now can I finish my story?”
You blinked at him as he continued, rambling on with no real punchline to his story— he was just trying to make himself seem richer. At this point, you were cringing. Embarrassing.
After a while of putting up with… whatever the hell Max was even talking about, you excused yourself. You popped to the bathroom, drawing out the process of washing your hands by a good five minutes, before reluctantly exiting the bathroom.
You collided with a wall.
Well, it wasn’t a wall. The wall was a man.
The body you crashed into immediately steadied you: two strong arms wrapping around your upper body, pressing you gently to a taut abdomen. You gasped out as the wall, smelling strongly of bergamot orange and whiskey, settled your firmly on your feet and held you within arms reach. Large hands gripped your shoulders, completely enveloping them.
You screwed your eyes shut, waiting for a drunken insult of some kind. “Shit, I am so sorry—!”
“Sergeant?”
You looked up, locking eyes with your captain. Captain John Price, the man responsable for leading your taskforce.
“Captain? I… I am so sorry.” You rambled, taking a step out of his reach and fidgeting nervously with the hem of your shirt. “I wasn’t looking where I was going—”
He laughed, deep and melodic. “S’all right, love. You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
“No, sir.”
“Oh, none of that crap,” he smiled, nudging you softly. “John’s fine. Or Price, if you really prefer it.”
You nodded, hiding a small smile. “Alright, Price.”
Price looked you up and down, taking in your attire and the way you had dolled yourself up. He let a small smile fall onto his lips as he leaned back against the standing-table he was situated at, elbow across it.
“Who’s got you dressed all nice, love?”
You rolled your eyes. “I was meant to be on a date, but it isn’t going well at all.”
His smile faded. “What’s the matter?”
“Oh, nothing major,” you said with a shrug. “Just an old… friend. He loves to talk about himself, and he hasn’t asked about what I’ve been up to since I got here.”
“And how long ago was that?”
“Two hours.”
Price let out a low whistle, shaking his head slowly. “Sounds like a right arsehole, that one. Why don’t you just head on home?”
“I’d feel guilty—”
“You kill people for a living, sergeant,” Price quipped, grabbing his whiskey tumbler and raising it to his lips. “I doubt you’d feel guilty about leaving this tosser.”
You watched him take a sip of his drink, licking the liquor off his lips as he placed the tumbler back down. You sighed, realising that he was probably right, before squaring your shoulders and setting a determined look on your face. Price laughed at your expression.
“I’ll tell him I’m leaving.” You said.
Price chuckled, giving you a wink. “You go do that, love.”
You left Price and crossed the bar, to where Max was sitting on the couch, smiling at his phone. He was typing fast, and didn’t even look up when you cleared your throat to get his attention, now standing just a few feet from him.
“I’m leaving,” you said simply. “Thanks for… the company, I guess.”
Max looked up, shutting his phone off and shoving it into his pocket as he got to his feet. “Are we not gonna fuck?”
The words leaving his mouth sounded horrid, and you withheld a grimace at his desperate tone. You shook your head, “No, we’re not.”
He scoffed. “So this has been a complete waste of time, then?”
You stared at him, dumbfounded as he shoved past you and vanished out the door. He left you with the bill and, not only that, but he was your ride— and you heard the unmistakable sound of his Jaguar revving it’s engine and tearing off down the street.
You blinked, dumbfounded, at the door, trying not to let the stinging of embarrassed tears fall from behind your eyes. With a frustrated sigh, you were about to head to the bar and pay when Price stopped you, walking into your path.
“Come on, love. I’ll take you home.”
You shook your head adamantly. “Price, no, I’ve gotta pay—”
“I’ll put it on my tab,” he said simply. “Now, come on. I’ll take you home since that fuckwit wants to leave a lady stranded here.”
He ushered you gently out the door, a large, warm hand on your lower back. He didn’t let you protest: he just simply guided you out into the chilly night air. His body heat was warm against your back as he led you towards his car. His smell was intoxicating. You had the sudden urge to just whirl around and rub yourself all over him, collecting his scent like a cat.
Um, what the fuck— suddenly crossed your mind.
When you both reached his car, he opened the passenger door for you and allowed you to slide into the seat, before closing it and moving to the other side, clambering into the driver seat and slotting the key into the ignition, the car rumbling to life.
Once out onto the main road, he cast you a quick glance, both hands on the wheel, running his thumbs along the seam of the wheel’s curve. “We’re you staying?”
You gave him your address, and he raised a brow. “A penthouse suite, eh? We are clearly not being paid the same.”
You laughed, warm in his car. You smelt that same scent of bergamot citrus and whiskey floating through the car. It was tainted with cigar smoke and mint. You wanted to get the smell tattooed into your fucking brain.
The drive to your flat was comfortable. You talked with Price as though he was an old friend and not your boss. He seemed to enjoy your company, too: sparing subtly glances in your direction whenever you laughed, or whenever you got particularly excited when telling him a story. His eyes twinkled.
A few minutes later, Price had pulled up outside your building, killing the engine and hopping out of the car. You went to protest, but he moved and opened your door, beckoning you outside with a small wave of his hand.
“I’ll be walking you to your door, sergeant,” Price said, almost sternly. “I’m a man of my word. I said I’d take you home, so I will.”
Ignoring the heat in your cheeks, you allowed him to gently lead you across the foyer and into the lift. You hit your floor level and as the doors closed, you suddenly became aware of how close you and Price were to one another. You could feel his body heat. You could feel the gentle brush of his chest against your back every time he breathed.
Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol coursing through your veins, but you suddenly felt hot. Like, underwear getting wet kinda hot. In the corner of the lift, you shifted your legs, pressing your thighs together as the lift travelled upwards.
No way you’re horny right now, you thought as the lift doors opened.
You were quick to depart, hurrying down the hall and reaching your door in record speed, fumbling to get the keys out of your purse. You felt Price sidle up behind you. When you finally got the door open, you pushed it and stepped into the doorway, flicking the light on before turning and looking up at Price.
“Thank you so much for bringing me home,” you said sincerely. “And I am genuinely sorry if I ruined your night.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “You didn’t ruin my night. I’m always here if you need me, love.”
You bit your lip. The way he said that was way to hot for the way you were feeling right now. You could feel the flush creeping up your neck, and it seemed that Price took notice.
He cocked his head to the side, appraising you. “Are you alright, love?” He asked, reaching a hand out and placing it heavily on your arm. It was a solid form that was warm and strong and you had a sudden urge to just bite it.
What the fuck.
“Y-yeah, I’m okay.” You said. Liar.
Price raised a brow, looking at the way you squirmed under his gaze. Now, he wasn’t stupid by any means— he could read your body language like a book and it made a triumphant smile flicker across his face.
He shifted the hand on your arm and dragged it to your chin, gripping it carefully and lifting it, forcing you to look up at him.
“What do you want, love?”
You blinked at him.
He tutted. “Don’t get shy on me now, sergeant. Tell me what you want. What’s getting you all worked up, huh?” He stroked your jaw, your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You like the way I talk to you? You like when I call you love?”
You let out a quiet whimper, nodding. He smiled down at you, leaning in as though he was about to kiss you. But he stopped, mint and whiskey laced breath fanning across your face.
“Use your words when you speak to your captain.”
You swallowed. “Yes.”
“Yes…?”
“Yes, sir.”
He hummed, pleased. “That’s a good girl.” And then pressed his mouth to yours. It was possessive— his tongue breached past your lips, plunging desperately into your mouth as you tried to keep up. You wound your arms around his broad shoulders, sliding fingers into his hair and gripping the strands. He groaned into your mouth, pushing you further into your flat without breaking the kiss.
He slammed the door shut and locked it blindly, opting to move you around and slam your body up against it. He cupped your jaw with one hand, shifting his other to run down your side, brushing over your hip and settling on your upper thigh. He squeezed it as he slid one leg between yours, jutting his knee upwards and pressing it against your clothed core.
You let out a strangled whimper, choking on the possessive nature of the kiss as Price pressed your body against his knee, using the hand at your hip to help you move against it. You stuttered on a moan, breaking the kiss to take some short breaths, the pressure on your core alleviating the building sensations.
“This what you want?” Price grinned against your jawline, placing kisses there. “You want me to make you feel good, love?”
You nodded desperately, moaning out a pathetic “yes, sir,” before he was whirling you around and guiding you deeper into your flat. He eventually found your bedroom, and pushed you onto the bed. Your back hit the silken sheets, and he wasted no time in following you; pressing his body to yours and immediately reattaching his mouth to yours hungrily.
As the two of you kissed, he gently began to pry your clothes from your body. He slipped your shirt off, making quick work in popping off your bra. He moved down, planting kisses along your chest and across the swell of your breasts. He then drew his tongue, hot, over your right nipple before taking it into his mouth. You moaned loudly, huskily, gripping at his hair as he sucked. He moved to your left one, and repeated the process until you were a whimpering, needy mess beneath him.
After a moment, he leaned back and admired the hickeys he had created over your soft skin, running calloused fingers over them.
“This okay, love?”
You nodded, reaching up and looping your fingers around his belt. “Yes, sir.” You whined, finally managing to undo the buckle on his belt.
But he stopped you, gently pushing your hands above your head before he dipped down and kissed you again. The way he licked into your mouth made you squirm, fingers flexing beneath his strong grip. He released your arms, running his hands along the bare skin and all the way past your shoulders, over your breasts and along your sides.
His eyes never left yours as he popped the button on your pants, pulling them down your legs and throwing them across the room. When the cool air of your room hit, you realised just how wet you were— favourite pair of underwear, soaked through. Your face lit up in embarrassment as you felt Price’s eyes drift down your body.
“S’all for me?” Price uttered, finger skimming the edge of your underwear. He hooked his finger beneath it and let it go with a snap against the plush fat of your thigh.
You felt hot all over when you mumbled out a “yeah.”
“Yeah?” He pulled your underwear down your legs, dragging his hands heavily along your skin alongside it. Like your pants, he flicked your underwear across the room. Then, his hands were on your thighs and in the blink of an eye, you were flipped over.
Price lay on his back, arms wrapped around your thighs. You straddled his chest, hands resting on his pecs. Your fingers brushed through his chest hair as he looked up at you, an expectant look on his face. Your stomach flipped.
“Price…” You whined.
“Sit on my face, love.”
You hesitantly shook your head. “I don’t want to hurt—”
“Come on, darling,” Price drawled, tugging you forward. “You won’t hurt me.”
You let out a stuttered sigh as your thighs rested either side of his head, and you slowly sank your aching cunt down onto his face. You huffed out a load moan when he licked a stripe up your folds, before plunging his tongue right into your dripping heat. You snatched at his head, pulling his hair as your hips shifted against him— his nose nudging your clit, his tongue drawing animalistic sounds from your mouth.
“Price—!”
“That’s a good girl,” Price uttered against your core. “Ride my face, love. Take what you need.” He had an iron grip on your thighs, helping you rock yourself against his mouth. “Such a pretty, wet cunt. Tastes so fucking good.”
You moaned at his words. Your captain speaking to you like that with his face drowning in your cunt. What the fuck—
“P-Price…” You breathed. “Gonna… gonna come.”
He moaned against your cunt— the vibrations making that coil in your stomach tighten. He squeezed your thighs, running his tongue up your folds and swirling it around your clit, repeating this action a few times.
You felt yourself drawing tight, a thin sheen of sweat gathering across your bare skin. “Price—”
“I know, darling, I know,” he said. “Come for me. Come in my mouth like a good girl, yeah?”
“Yeah, fuck, Price—!” You came with a moan of his name, gushing into his mouth as your hips stuttered against his face. You felt him groan beneath you, tongue working you through your orgasm.
After a long moment, Price re-surfaced— shifting you carefully onto your back and hovering over you. You smiled hazily at him, seeing his beard slick with you, shiny. He hummed, pressing his mouth to yours.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you, sergeant?” He said into your mouth.
You could taste yourself on his lips, his tongue. You hummed a response, too busy stroking his facial hair, feeling your own arousal sticky on your fingers.
When Price pulled back, his lips were flushed and his dark eyes glassy. His eyes scanned your face.
“Price?” Your thumb stroked his cheekbone.
“You gonna let me fuck you?” He grumbled, deep and low from his chest. “Gonna let me fill this pretty cunt?”
Your eyes widened momentarily as he shifted his gaze down your body. You arched off the bed when his hands went back to travelling down your sides. He sat back on his heels, spreading your legs as wide as they could go, warm hands on your inner thighs.
He stared at your dripping core, and you watched him harden even more in his pants.
“Such a pretty cunt, eh, darling?” Price ran two fingers along your folds, collecting a shiny mix of your arousal and his saliva. He brought his fingers to your mouth and shoved them roughly passed your lips. “Tastes fucking heavenly, too.”
You choked on his fingers, moaning. Wrapping your tongue around them, you noticed his pupils dilate even more as he watched you.
“Jesus…” He pulled his fingers out, then began tracing them along your core again. He watched his fingertips slip between your folds, and then watched the way you writhed in anticipation each time his fingers skimmed your aching hole.
“Fuck, just— Price, please—” You warbled, body hot. You could feel your arousal leaking out of you, pooling below your arse on the bedsheets.
Price laughed lowly, before sinking two fingers into your desperate cunt, right up to the knuckle. You keened, a high-pitched moan filtering between your lips at the intrusion. His digits were thick, dragging against your gummy walls, stretching you open with obscene squelching noises.
He cooed at you as he added a third finger. “Take it, darling. Such a good girl taking all three, aren’t you? This pretty cunt’s so good for me. Just for me.”
You moaned and wiggled against the bed as he pumped three fingers inside you. You felt full, satiated. Your slick was dripping down his hand, his wrist and sliding into the hairs along his forearms.
“Making such a mess, and I haven’t even given you my cock yet…” Price drawled as you fluttered around his fingers, hips bucking.
“Price, sir, need you to fuck me.”
He didn’t relent the movements of his fingers, and you felt your second orgasm building strongly within you. He tutted, clucking his tongue as he thrusted his fingers into you. “Want you to come on my fingers first. You can do that, can’t you, love? Come all over my fingers before you can come on my cock.”
You whined, forcing yourself to nod and nod and nod as your orgasm towered over you, looming like a shadow. “F-fuck, m’gonna—”
The words died on your tongue as your orgasm ripped through you, a blinding pressure released from your abdomen. A wet gush of arousal flooded beneath you, and you felt it. As you shook, legs trembling, chest heaving, you heard Price chuckling to himself as he retracted his dripping fingers.
“Such a messy girl,” he mused. “Look what you’ve done.”
You used your remaining strength to look down at where he was— his shirt splattered with your arousal, wet dripping onto his lap. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Price prevented you from shying away. He dragged himself up your body and placed kisses as he went— ending his exploration by settling a deep kiss to your mouth.
“You gonna let me fuck you now? You deserve it, don’t you? Been such a good girl for me, letting me eat that pretty cunt.”
Such lewd words coming from your captain’s mouth— a man of such impressive status and honourability— was slightly disconcerting. However, you couldn’t find into yourself to care, nor think about the HR nightmare the two of you were in the midst of causing.
All you were focussing on was ripping open your tear-lined eyes and watching as the captain— your captain— shed himself of his dress shirt and then his pants. When he pulled down his boxers, you literally tossed your head back and moaned, much to the amusement of Price— who chuckled lowly at you, gripping his cock at the base.
“Want it that bad, darling?” He mused, leaning forward to run the head of his cock up and down your glistening folds.
“Yes, fuck—!”
“Ask nicely,” Price placed a couple of soft kisses along the underside of your jaw. “Good girl’s ask nicely, don’t they?”
You whined out some pathetic excuse for a please, lifting your arms to thread your fingers into his hair as he hovered over you. His body was heavy against you: the weight of his cock firm against the soft skin of your inner thigh.
Price lined himself up with your dripping cunt, slowly pushing in. He released a low groan from the depths of his chest as his cock slid into your tight heat, your cunt fluttering around him. You joined him, breathing out panting moans as he sunk deeper and deeper.
With one final push, Price’s cockhead was nestled up against the plug of your womb, pulsing within you. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily.
“You feel… Jesus Christ— you feel so good, love. So tight around me,” his voice had a whiny undertone. “Can I move, darling?”
You nodded, full. It’s like you could feel him in your chest.
With a deep grunt, Price dragged his cock all the way out until the wet tip of him rested at your entrance— before he pushed back in roughly. You jolted, moaning as he set a pace that you hadn’t at all been expecting. You felt the need to be stabilised, your hands groping across his shoulders, down his back, along his arms. Your hands travelled down his torso, feeling the rigid planes of muscle and wiry hair.
Price panted in your ear. “Such a— fuck— such a good girl. Being such a good girl for your captain, darling. Making me— hngh— making me so proud.”
Your stomach and cunt fluttered simultaneously at the praise, eliciting a moan from both you and Price. He was truly fucking you into your bed: the mattress creaking along with the bed frame; the cushioned headboard knocking gently against the wall. Somewhere across your apartment, your radio was playing— you’d left it on before you left for the evening— and Breed by Nirvana was playing. Fitting for the occasion, considering—
“Fuck, gonna come in this tight fucking cunt,” Price groaned. “Gonna fill you up so good. Gonna stuff you full ‘o me.”
You writhed beneath him, back arching off the bed and aching nipples brushing against his chest. You were getting close, judging by the way that familial coil was tightening in the depths of your belly. Tighter and tighter as he fucked his fat cock harder and harder into you, deeper and deeper against your cervix.
A thin sheen of sweat lay across your skin, glowing. Price didn’t care, clearly, as he peppered kisses across your chest, sucking bites onto the base of your neck as he rutted into you, hips slamming against yours. You felt one of his large, warm hands slide from your waist and across your pelvis, settling a finger on your sensitive clit.
You whined, and he shushed your gently. “Take it, darling, take it. I know you can… come on.”
Price rubbed tight circles against the bundle of nerves as he fucked you, hitting that same spot within you that had you seeing stars behind your eyelids and whimpering his name repeatedly.
It only took a couple of seconds for you to reach your peak.
“Price, m’gonna come,” you gasped, trembling and snapping your eyes open. “Please, sir—!”
He groaned, gruff and pleasure-strained. “That’s a good girl, darling. ‘Course you can come. Come all over my fucking cock and show me how much of a good girl you are for your captain.”
Yeah, that was it.
You came, for lack of better words, violently. You legs shook, knees trembling as you arched your back off the mattress. Your body pressed tight to Price’s, his cock angling deeper as he fucked you through your post-orgasmic haze. Your breaths came in pants, face flushed and clit throbbing.
Price meanwhile was nearing his peak as well. He was fucking you into your silken sheets like a scene out of some kind of porno— large hands gripping at your waist, your thighs; eyes travelling hungrily down your body to where his cock repeatedly entered your tight hole. His cock was completely slick with you, his pelvis and lower stomach splashed and glimmering with your arousal.
“Gonna fill you up so good,” Price groaned, eyelids fluttering for a moment. “Come so deep in this cunt you’ll feel me for weeks— ruin you for any other man, eh, love? That fuckwit from the bar has nothing on me.”
You didn’t even have the energy to moan like you really fucking wanted too. Everything he was saying was going straight to your aching cunt, and it was probably sending you to an early ovulation. You felt like you craved him.
Price suddenly grabbed your hand, bringing it downwards to where his cock slammed into you. He pushed your fingers around your hole so that you could feel where his fat cock entered you over and over again. You moaned at the feeling, just as Price knocked your hand aside and folded you in half— pressing your legs up against your chest. A mating press.
He was huffing now, drawing near his climax as another one built within you.
“One more time for me, love.” He said and Jesus Christ you didn’t need to be told again.
Another orgasm overtook you before you knew it was there: drowning you and leaving you gasping as you gushed around him, hands gripping the back of his neck for support. You sighed out his name, airy and exhausted, as his thrusts began to lose rhythm.
“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he uttered. “So good for me. Now ‘m gonna fill this cunt so good— shit— fucking breed you nice and full. Might take, eh, love? You’d love that wouldn’t you? Love being all nice and fat with my kid, and I’d fuck you whenever you wanted— hngh, Jesus— give this needy cunt my cock whenever you wanted.”
These words were coming out of your captain’s mouth… Soap is never going to believe you.
Price let out a low, almost whimper of a sound as he thrusted sloppily a couple more times. “Take it, darling, fuck. Take my come. Fucking take it like my good girl. So proud of you.”
He came with a shudder and a deep groan: warmth flooding your insides and splashing deep into your cervix— helpful thanks to the fact you could feel him in your guts.
The both of you breathed heavily in tandem until his cock softened inside you and he pulled out carefully. His come oozed out of your hole, and he shoved it back inside with two fingers.
Price cleared his throat. “I’m gonna have to do a lot of paperwork to get us out of whatever mess we’ve just put ourselves in.”
You sighed. “Let’s not talk about work when you’re knuckle deep in my pussy.”
Price stopped talking, leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips.
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