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topsyturvy-turtely · 2 years

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june challenge - day 3

[see also: day 1, day 2]

3. patching each other up

"sherlock, will you hold still now?!", john told him for what was the fifth time now.

"i can't work if you keep fidgeting like that!"

and it was true. he was fidgeting. because he had a cut at his throat and now john needed to take care of it. he was very close...

but let's get to the start of this: they were, as they do, chasing after a suspect. this suspect was apparently very skilled because even though sherlock does know some martial arts this person had him under their control in less than ten seconds. one moment sherlock had punched them in the face and before he knew what was happening they held a knife against his throat. sherlock remembered the surprise he felt. not shock or fear (come on! this is sherlock holmes we are talking about!) just genuine surprise.

and john was standing opposite of them, his gun pointing at the suspect, but they just smirked. sherlock had FELT them smirk - their whole body language was telling tales. "you shoot, i cut." they had simply said. and sherlock had seen john clench his jaw. his sweet, good john. there he was completely in a quandary. could he risk it? shooting them? getting sherlock cut? but then he saw john smile. oh, and at the sight of it sherlock felt his heart beating hard. maybe it was the adrenaline running through his veins, as someone was literally holding a knife against his throat, maybe it was the excitement over a oh!-it's-christmas! case, but if he was honest it was probably neither this nor that. it was simply john. because that smile on that ex-army-doctor's face right there? it was the most dangerous thing to see. when captain john watson looks at you like that you better run. and that idiot of a suspect of course didn't know...

there - the slightest nod towards sherlock and the detective stomped at the suspect's foot. at the same time john shot - the bullet missing the suspect's head only by millimeters. they were so shocked they stumbled back. still they cut sherlock's throat slightly.

then they heard the police sirens. and the panicked suspect jumped at john. "woah, where do you think you're goi-"

a quick movement - sherlock hated he hadn't foreseen it - and they had stabbed at john. the doctor gasped and grunted at the pain.

"john! are you alright?"

"yeah, yeah i'm all good", john said clutching his side. when he looked up though, his eyes went big and sherlock could see the worry in them. "jesus, sherlock. your- you are bleeding!"

and now this man, who most likely just casually saved his life yet again today, was standing incredibly close. in fact, he was too close. the detective could feel the warmth that john's body radiated, he could smell the sweat, rain and aftershave that was so much just john. he could see john's neck, chest, the stubbles on his chin. he would give so much to taste him too... he cringed , what a stupid thought. john was straight. and yet... john's right hand was placed on his shoulder and sherlock was painfully aware of john's thumb touching his bare skin. earlier john had unbuttoned sherlock's shirt just a tad and sherlock had wished he could just send all his blood into his feet, but it fought its way where it definitely shouldn't have been. after all john was just being his personal doctor. nothing more. but john's breath on his bare neck, his cold fingers gently touching his chin, to grand him better access... sherlock couldn't HELP but fidgeting. he tried his very best to not look at john, to breathe in flatly through his mouth so he couldn't smell him, to ignore his body's whishes. to hide this horrific, painful, but somewhat way too fascinating attraction towards his flat mate. but it was really hard. so he tapped his leg, knead his hands, tried to pull out of john's grasp when he held his chin. IT WAS TOO MU-

"there." john interrupted sherlock's infinite spiraling thoughts. "all done. wasn't that bad now, was it?", john said - all doctor. and he finally stepped back. sherlock was floated with relief - finally some space to breathe - and the urge to pull john back in and down. to make their lips- no. he needed to stop. things are getting out of hand here.

the detective was just about to get up and escape into the living room - or even better his bedroom - when he saw john taking off his jumper and started unbuttoning his shirt. sherlock was suddenly incapable of moving. and then john was naked from the waist up. just like that. sherlock swallowed. stop, staring! he told himself. he quickly reversed his gaze at the floor. had it always been there? was he flying? he wasn't even on drugs... but he sure as hell didn't feel sober.

"right, i'll leave you at your..."

"actually", john interrupted him. "could you..." the doctor held out sanitizer and cotton rounds. he smiled at him. it was a sweet smile, maybe even a bit shy..?

"you- you want me to..."

john chuckled and scratched the back of his head with the sanitizer. "if you don't mind... you know i just can't really see the wound..."

"oh. right. yes." sherlock said but didn't move. oh, this foolish sentiment!

"well?", john asked again and held out the utensils for sherlock.

sherlock swallowed and stepped closer to john. he took the sanitizer and cotton rounds, knelt down to john's side and started carefully sterilizing john's shallow but long wound. it was in the middle of john's torso, on the side, just high enough for him to not see all of it. to distract himself, sherlock started analyzing everything about the wound. "the wound isn't deep, about 2 millimeters. 12cm long. you've lost some blood, but not to a concerning level. the risk of fatigue is here but improbable, since you're doing pretty well up until..."

he kept talking like this with john humming and nodding every once in a while. when he was finally done and had patched john up, he sat there a bit too long facing john's side. he let out a shaky breath. and could watch goosebumps wander inch by inch up john's body. fascinating.

"done now?", john asked. his voice sounded kind, almost soft. sherlock hated loving every little detail about this man. quickly he stood. "yeah all done now. looking as good as ever."

looking hot. damnit, john. put a shirt on now!

john raised his eyebrows and grabbed his shirt. he slowly buttoned it up and looked straight at sherlock while doing so. sherlock followed john's hand movements with his eyes. then saw john staring at him and stared right back.

the taller man cleared his throat. "right, uh... dinner?"

john looked him up and down, locked eyes with him once again and said: "starving".

john fastened his last button, winked, and finally walked out of the bathroom.

and sherlock weakly sat down on the edge of the bathtub. he exhaled deeply and tried to get his shaking body under control before he went back out to face this force of a man once again. john would be the death of him.

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is it 3:30 am? yes it is. am i slowly realizing doing this challenge with the horrible time management of mine is probably a bit not good? yes i am. am i gonna stop? definitely not! (am i hungry? yes i am. are 3:33 am questions kind of unnecessary? yes they absolutely are. turtely will you shut up now? fine i will.)

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therighthandofvengeance · 3 months

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Sheridan: This is not even a date. It’s just two people going out to dinner and not having sex.

Ivanova: Sounds like a date to me!

#who are queue? what do queue want?#incorrect babylon 5 quote #john sheridan #susan ivanova #source: friends #monica geller #chandler bing #himbo and the bi tale as old as time #again: older brother and younger sister #what’s the point of having a sibling if you’re not constantly teasing each other?

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northwestofinsanity · 7 months

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Masterpost of “Bentley’s Blog” -John Bentley of Squeeze

Alright, in addition to the “Bentley’s Blog” collection of naughty journal entries from the mischievous bassist from Squeeze on his website ( https://www.johnbentley.tv/Blog52.html ), there’s some older entries that site doesn’t go back to, archived on packet of three.com, which is Squeeze’s archive site. For the small Squeeze fandom, it seemed like it would be nice to have them all in one place. Unfortunately, I do not know the actual order they go in, or what numbers they correspond to (as John Bentley’s site only goes back to Blog Entry 30, and there aren’t enough of them on packetofthree to cover the discrepancy), but I have the packetofthree links in order from oldest to newest based on when they were added to the site. (Not embedding the links, because I tried, and they made the post gigantic and tried to crash my browser… oh well.)

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/09/22/bentley-the-blagging-blogger-returns/ This one involves hilarious little story snippets of John traveling with his band mates in the early days -and maybe getting up to just a little too much trouble with Glenn.

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/09/22/hi-hi-and-velcome-to-my-smorgasblog-resistance-is-futile/ This one is mostly an announcement regarding Stephen Large’s hiatus from Squeeze in 2010, but then turns into John rambling with every possible lyric and song title pun in the book (somebody stop him, please!)

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/09/23/welcome-to-bentleys-blog-where-everything-you-know-is-wrong/ John tells stories of past times in the band, and meeting Johnny Depp… with more over-the-top puns and jokes (this is pretty much every single blog)

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/10/02/bentleys-blog-the-answer-to-everything-or-just-false-prophecy/ John lists his made of “The Ten Commandments of Rock”

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/10/09/oh-no-its-bentleys-blog-dont-just-do-something-lie-there/ John tells tour stories from the then-current time of 2010, jokes about Chris Difford getting VERY emotional when he did Songwriter’s Circle with Justin Currie and Boo Hewerdine (John, shame on you!), and then provides a quiz on Squeeze history.

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/10/16/bentleys-blog-calling-planet-earth/ John talks a little bit about the time he was auditioning for Squeeze

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/10/23/bentley-in-blow-up-bedlam/ John teases about rehearsals with temporary Squeeze member Steve Nieve (filling in during Stephen Large’s hiatus) and makes a long joke out of a mishap while staying at Simon Hanson’s house.

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/10/30/you-must-be-blogging-joe-king/ John tells a story from his time before Squeeze, and shares from scrap books, Chris Difford’s top favorite songs over the years

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/11/05/always-expanding-like-the-universe/ This time, John gives us Simon’s top ten favorite songs, then recent performance stories, and more to the story around when John first joined Squeeze

https://www.packetofthree.com/2015/03/03/bentleys-blog-50/ John’s 50th blog, which is also available on his website, but it’s the next one available on packetofthree.com -occurring 5 years after all the others, so that’s all there is to it there. Still, linking this one here because it’s a trip -detailing the story of the time Squeeze had a run-in with the Mafia in New Jersey!

#Squeeze #uk squeeze #squeeze band #John Bentley #Bentley’s Blog #shitposts from before shitposts were cool #John is a trip #he’s insane and I love him #endearing shenanigans #though teasing Chris for getting emotional makes me mad!#Poor Glenn Tilbrook in the first one though #I’m not sure what he was on

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waveofahand · 2 years

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Note John’s Intense Gaze

#Of course Paul knew what he was doing to John #Paulie Longlegs #Help!#George Harrison #John Lennon #paul mccartney #Paul is teasing everyone on the couch because he is a compulsive flirt #Damn dem legs though #thighs #paul mccartney thighs

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covertblizzard · 2 years

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This is so cuteeeeee, he's so happy, look at him gooooo "Your own full-page comic strip! Every issue! It's biweekly! Huge pay rate! I'm on staff, too! I've got benefits! A 401K plan. A cell phone. They gave me a cell phone!", their friendship is so adorable, John's "hot damn", Kyle trying to convince John, who is OLDER THAN HIM, that he is hip and John being like "yeah sure buddy"

#kyle rayner #john stewart #green lantern #mypost #dc thoughts #i barely keep up with music of this era #i got no clue about alphaville or aha or what is black music or what isn't #but them teasing each other and the fact that kyle having to prove himself as hip to john is so funny #also like you can LITERALLY feel kyle's excitement radiating off the page nothing could be cuter #do i use the words cute and adorable too much? maybe #is it going to stop me? no

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hxllblazer-a · 2 years

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“Unzip me?” Zee takes a seat in his lap, not even giving him a chance to say no. In fact, she’s already sweeping her hair from off her shoulder so he can oblige. Sorry, johnny, looks like you’re stuck with a lap full of magician for a while.

Well it's not quite date night but it'll do || @haeroes

It’s not that he minds any so much as he’s admittedly surprised. Definitely can’t complain any, giving a grunt for an answer as he works. Carefully, of course, and maybe a little slower than necessary because, hey, if she’s going to be sitting like this then he’s allowed to tease a little.

“Aaand there y’ go.” An appreciative hum, and maybe a light rub to the skin of her spine for good measure before letting her go. “Though, I’m imaginin’ you’re not exactly keen on gettin’ up… no complaints though.”

A wicked little grin, and perhaps he presses a light kiss to her shoulder. “Take it we’re doin’ one of these nights?”

#haeroes #what a cruel tease :(#✦✦DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC? -- (asks)#✦✦INSANE PRATTLE -- (in character)#✦✦ALL THE GLOOMY DAYS JUST SEEM TO SHINE A LITTLE MORE BRIGHTLY -- ( john x zee )

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tojisun · 1 month

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!! nsfw; poly 141 ; sexting; fem reader

price gets a video, a measly six-second thing, from ghost.

he's used to getting all sorts of messages from his lieutenant, but a video has never been a part of them.

it was always soap who sends them videos upon videos—saved videos of things that make him lose his shit or links that are his new turn-ons. price even gets personal messages from the fella; sometimes it's his sergeant venting in lilted scottish, sent to price's personal number on a drunken whim, and sometimes they're videos of him pleading.

"sir, please... wanna cum."

kyle is still getting used to the dynamic. he's still a little shy, hesitant, although he seemed to be getting more bold in text. more pushy. descriptive.

then there's ghost. he is a whole different beast from the other two because instead of begging, instead of putting price above his own pleasure, he backs the captain into a corner, pushing him close to the edge with little taunts and teases.

price remembers the first time ghost has done it. he sent the captain a picture of a lacey panties hanging off of ghost's jean pockets, the rouge of the soft material drawing price's eyes to the distinct tent in his lieutenant's pants, leaving his throat dry. he remembers fisting his own cock at the image, mind running because of ghost's anecdote—

"you would like her."

john had never cum so fast when masturbating, and yet there he was, twitching on his office chair, chest heaving as ragged rasps of breaths passed through his clenched teeth.

"your girlfriend's got a good taste," price had messaged back.

"and me?" was what ghost replied with.

"you already know," price sent. then, "you always know how to make your captain proud."

that correspondence might have been what pushed ghost to keep sending more messages. more taunts. more teasing images that had price rubbing himself in any smidgen of a private corner he could find because simon was never one to disappoint.

so this video had set john's blood on fire, heat scorching from his spine and pooling towards his twitching cock. hairline fractures fill the sides of his phone's screen, leaving rainbow lines filing his eyes at every reflection of the light.

ghost had always liked to share you to him. price knew for a fact that simon had never sent pictures of you to the others—"need your permission first, sir."—but he also thought that simon had drawn the line there. that while he was eager to share snapshots of your pretty little lingeries or the way you marked up simon's tanned skin with deep punctures of what john knows must be straight teeth, simon was not going to indulge john any more.

and yet.

he feels his lungs burn. trembling fingers reach to play the video.

the sound of your squealed moans bouncing against the walls was what he registers first. ghost has you on your knees, and john traces the way simon's got a chokehold on the back of your neck. john watches as ghost uses it as a leverage, tugging you back to his cock—his pelvis is pressed flush against the fat of your ass, and price feels his gums throb with the need to sink his teeth into your flesh at seeing the ripples of your fat bunch up against the bulk of simon's muscles.

"si! si!" you sobbed, muffled as you have your head burrowed into the pillows. your hands are useless by your sides, limp and incapable of even fisting the sheets.

"s'right," simon's voice echoed from behind the screen. "show cap'n how you love moanin' my name."

simon's mention of john has him jolting, his breaths stuttering once again.

he thought this little thing they have was a secret. a dirty, little, desperate secret that only he and ghost had the privilege of knowing. the immorality of it had always pushed john to his orgasm faster than his every rub, and he thought that it would all change the moment you know.

but this is a better treat.

it's a feast.

because john sees it for what it is—a promise.

the video ends, reminding john how short it really was. but he is addicted, unable to let go now that he's been given a taste of what will be.

the next time he replays the video, he's got his erect cock in his hand.

he snaps a picture of his cum-filled palm and sends it to simon. he writes, "show her what she does to me."

it takes twenty-three seconds for simon's reply to come in. it isn't a message but a voicenote—"am i a good girl, cap'n?"

"yeah," john records himself say. "so, so good f'r us, doll."

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sorta pt 02

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #john price x reader #john price smut #john price x simon riley #cod smut #suns #im so active today because i dont wanna do my shit ogmrwoipw

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y13evie · 9 months

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141 + konig reactions to seeing reader in thigh highs?

141 n koni babys reaction to seeing u wearing thigh highs

nsfw under cut you’ve been warned

john price is a simple man. even old fashioned, if you will. so he does what any normal man would do. sat you on the bed and began kissing down your thigh all the way to your ankle. savoring how beautiful your skin looked in the elegant fabric. he eventually began leaving sloppier kisses against your inner thighs. by the time he got to your dripping heat, the lacy garments were off.

simon riley basked in the sight for about a minute before tearing them off. something about how gorgeous your thighs looked drove him insane. your legs are fully spread apart, taking his full length as if your life depended on it. while tears are forming at your eyes due to his sheer size, he scolds you. he scolds you for wearing such a slutty thing, basically asking to get ravaged.

johnny mactavish tried his best to ignore the fact you had been walking around your shared kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of white thigh highs. the way the delicate material wrapped around your thighs made his cock twitch needily. you stood over the countertop making a simple lunch for your boyfriend, johnny let his arms snake around your waist and let his hands wander. he began softly humping you through his sweatpants, whining for you to come to the bedroom.

kyle garrick tried his hardest to pretend he didn’t notice that sexy lingerie sitting atop of your thighs. but he did. he noticed it all. the way you shuffled between him and the coffee table when the two of you were watching a movie, ass moving right across his face. the way you had sat on his lap while texting your friends back, ignoring the way his throbbing dick was proding against you. he eventually gave in. bending you over the sofa and softly lecturing you about how it’s naughty to tease him all day while wearing tight lingerie around the house.

poor könig couldn’t contain himself for that long. the way your thighs looked so perfect killed him. he pulled you onto his lap facing him. whining about how you made him so needy by wearing something so cute. he used giant hands to rock your hips back and forth on his hard length, leaning down to your ear whispering about how he’s fuck you stupid while watching the lacy fabric hug your plump thighs

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the-californicationist · 4 months

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he gives great gifts

Price/Reader - TW: remote vibrator, minor female ejaculation

“Hey, love, I’m home,” Price’s voice called out to you, summoning you to the front door.

He was carrying all of your packages and mail, along with his rucksack, home for the weekend. You took the mail, helping him leave the worries of the day at the door to join you in the kitchen. You were making his favorite, chicken spaghetti, and you just started the oven.

Your captain sat at the island counter, opening up the mail and sorting out the bills. He kissed you as you walked past him, his mustache tickling your lip and cheek

“Mm,” he moaned, “How was your day?”

“Good,” you smiled, flirting with him, “Missed you, though. How was yours? Any news from Laswell?”

“No, not yet. Still waiting on the intel. Oh, hey, it came!” He lit up, tearing into a small package with his knife.

“What’s that?” You asked over your shoulder, bending to put the chicken in the oven.

“Bought you an early birthday present. Come see,” he was holding a black box, lifting the lid to reveal the prize inside.

“John, I thought we said no gifts? What did you… oh, my God. Is that what I think it is?”

“Yeah,” he smiled like he had just won a medal, prideful and obviously chuffed, “...and it has a remote.”

You were staring at a lime green, silicone dildo. It was shaped like a curved smile, one large end for insertion and the other smaller end to be nestled on top of your clit.

“A remote?” You asked, taking out the toy and feeling its smoothness in your hands. It was lightweight, but very solid. It seemed expensive, well-crafted, and like John had spent way too much money on you, as usual.

It buzzed in your hands, coming alive with a low rumble. It shocked you, and you almost dropped it.

“Oh, my God!” You laughed, “What was that?”

He held up a matching lime green remote. It was small, like a car fob, and it had a few different buttons to choose from. Price’s face was full of mischief,

“Put it in, love.”

“I’m making dinner,” you protested, but you didn’t put it down.

“So?” He whispered darkly, dragging your hips toward him, kissing you deeply, licking your mouth and leaving little love bites down the side of your neck.

You giggled, smiling sweetly. He made it so easy to give in to him. You sighed,

“Okay, okay. Help me put it in, honey.”

Price put the remote down and slid your pants down to your thighs, pulling your panties down with them. He took the toy from you and opened the little packet of lube that came in the pouch, coating the thick end. He hesitated, slipping his own finger into you first, finding you a little too wet and already turned on.

He made a face, full of delighted surprise, teasing you,

“Someone’s excited, hm?”

Impatient, he slid the toy into you gently, fitting it at your entrance and pressing it up into you. He pulled it back out again and used it to fuck you for a few strokes, making you moan quietly, leaning forward to steady yourself on his huge forearm.

“Mm,” he groaned, “You like that, love?”

“Yeah,” you gasped.

He settled it all the way in and made sure the front was in the right place before replacing your panties and your leggings back up around your waist. You kissed him again, and went back into the kitchen to finish up with dinner.

The excitement of knowing he could control your pleasure was building inside of you. You didn’t see the remote on the countertop, and he was busy recycling the boxes, so you thought you were safe. You leaned down again to check the chicken, and then you almost came out of your skin as the toy came alive inside of you.

Price was unbothered, pouring a few fingers of whisky into his glass, innocently. He saw you looking at him and smiled knowingly, taking a long swig of the amber liquid into his mouth. You glared, but you needed to put the pasta on to boil. So, you turned back around to grab a pot.

Inside of you, the toy buzzed, low and rumbling, shaking your clit and rattling against your g-spot in tandem, freezing you in place, riding out the waves of sensation. You struggled to bring yourself back to your task, but you wanted to play along, so you brought the pot over to the sink, panting, trying to work through the blinding pleasure, filling the pot with warm water. You had a few seconds to wait for it to reach the top, so you closed your eyes, reveling in the vibrations.

You let out a moan, eyes still wrenched shut, hands on either side of the sink.

“Um, love?” Price interrupted your lust, pointing to the pot which was now overflowing.

“Oh, shit,” you turned off the tap, and managed to pour out some of the water without too much trouble.

However, as you turned to walk it back over to the stove, he turned up the intensity. There was now some sort of… rotation… happening inside of you. It honestly felt like you were being fucked, like a cock was thrusting up into you, punishing your core. You stopped in your tracks, gripping the heavy pot for dear life, moaning in full volume.

“John!”

Everything stopped. You gasped, your eyes flitting to him immediately. The captain was grinning from ear to ear, drinking his whisky and enjoying the show. He chuckled,

“What is it? You alright?”

You laughed in short, panting breaths, rolled your eyes at him, and put the pot down to open the pantry for the spaghetti. When you reached for the door handle, the sensations were back, sending bolts of pleasure through your pussy, making your panties damp as you gushed out around the unrelenting dildo. You grabbed the handle tighter, steadying yourself against the frame of the door, resting your body against it, keening like a paid whore. Just as you were about to tumble over the edge, inches away from coming, it stopped again.

“John Price,” you turned toward him, eyes wild, “You did not just - ”

“I’m starving,” he said casually, not even looking in your direction, pretending to scroll through his phone, “Think you’ll have dinner ready soon, love?”

You groaned, opening the door and reaching for the pasta boxes, waiting for him to click the button again.

There was nothing.

You waited in the pantry a little longer, baiting him.

Nothing. Not even a little jiggle.

You barged out of the pantry, and as soon as he saw you, you were sent to your knees. He’d turned whatever setting it was all the way up. You dropped the pasta boxes, crawling on the floor of the kitchen like an animal, screaming out lurid cries and feeling your thighs tremble from the onslaught.

“Did you think I would let you hide in there where I couldn’t see you?” His question was delivered with cold cruelty. He had left his seat and was now standing over you, remote in hand, watching you suffer at his feet. You begged for mercy,

“Baby, please, God… I need… oh, fuck!”

“Pick up the pasta. Now,” He commanded you, his voice loud and oppressive.

“John, please,” you clutched at the leg of his jeans, feeling like you were coming in waves and waves and waves.

He reached down with his empty hand and grabbed you by the hair at the base of your skull, forcing you to look up at him,

“I said: Pick. Up. The. Pasta.”

“Okay, okay…” You were trying to breathe. You let go of his pant leg and reached for the boxes, feeling your pussy clench around the toy as it fucked the life out of you.

Your hands were shaking. The dry spaghetti made the sound of cheap maracas, clattering out of the box and splashing in the boiling water. You tried to open the second box, and you couldn’t. Your hands weren’t following your commands.

Price’s eyes bore into you as he stood next to you, watching you come apart under his control. Very casually, he took the box from you, opened it, and handed it back to you. He was breathing hard, as if he, too, was being subjected to the same sensations.

Unable to stop yourself, you looked down at his cock. It was pressing against his pants, making a perfect outline of itself, hard as a stone. He caught you looking and palmed himself over the top of the fabric, squeezing the head to relieve some of the tension.

You were practically drooling for him. But, you went back to the meal, putting the other box of pasta in as gently as you could. The way that this toy was fucking you almost reminded you of having John’s fingers in you while he sucked on your clit. The vibrations and steady rocking movements brought you to completion in a way where you couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the other began.

As you turned your back to face Price, he moved toward you, pulling you away from the stove and shoving you up against the countertop. He snaked his hand between your legs and pushed up on the toy, forcing it to fuck you deeper than normally possible, shoving it in you mercilessly.

“John, I’m going to come, please!”

You came, but it was unique. You felt like you were wetting yourself, coming so hard that fluid was squirting out of you, soaking your panties and leggings, along with John’s invasive hand.

“Mm, fuck,” he growled in your ear, “Did you just squirt for me? Bloody fucking hell.”

“I don’t…” you couldn’t form coherent thoughts, “I dunno. John, help me, please…”

“Sweet girl, do you need this cock?” he pulled your bottoms down, trapping your knees with them, and held you up by your waist. He turned off the vibrator and tugged it out of you gently. You were so slick that it slid out of you without much resistance. Your pussy was throbbing, flooded with come, and desperate for a familiar sort of relief.

“Yes, please, God,” you begged, tears in the corners of your eyes.

“Alright, love,” he let you feel his hot head at your pulsating entrance, ready to sink into you, “It’s alright, I'm here now.”

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