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just was thinking a lot about big warm john priceâs hands massaging my achy lower back, while i was on my period. yeah⌠i need that human heater so bad. <Đ
warnings: established relationship, fluff, f!reader, mention of pre-period pain, john is very sweet and caring (my man my man)
âya alright? ya feel offâ.
john immediately feels that small shift of yours. the way you nuzzled him, but with tension. not anger. not sadness. just... something brewing.
âyeah, iâm fineâ, you murmur in return, trying to get more comfortable by nuzzling his shoulder.
the tv is on. youâre both just watching the show, enjoying the quiet evening together. exceptâ
youâre not actually fine. youâre three days late for your period, a bit grumpy and bloated, hungry all the time. but itâs nothing compared with the most exhaustive thing: your lower back hurts like hell since todayâs afternoon.
you try to stay cool, try to hide your annoyance and just enjoy the quiet evening. but your husband doesnât buy it. it takes him a second to notice that youâre not okay. and a few more to remember about your luteal phase and coming periods. he hates to see you in pain and that small shift of yours, even if you say youâre totally fine, tells him everything he needs to know.
he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. his mustache tickled slightly as it brushed your skin when he kissed your ear and then your cheek.
âlet me to do âthe thingâ, yeah?â he asks tenderly, but youâre zoned out for a moment, considering that maybe you just need to take some painkillers.
though the lack of a proper response, john doesnât hesitate. he shifts you carefully, making sure youâre lying just right on top of him.
âwait, johnâ your injuryâsââ you immediately reply with a worried look. he needs to be more careful with weights.
ââŚjust a scratchâ, he assures you, as his palms softly pat your forearms. âiâm fine. câmere, câmonââ
the quiet sigh had him adjusting instantly, his calloused hands slide down to the small of your spine, right under the soft fabric of your old loose t-shirt.
his thumbs began moving in slow, firm circles over the lower part of your back. the exact spot that always carried tension when that time was coming. that bloody pre-period ache: not quite cramping yet, but the pressure is building like dark storm clouds on a horizon, making you feel like a wounded animal sometimes.
it either hurts so bad or doesnât hurts at all, but itâs even more suspicious. and donât forget about the boobs. ouch.
you groan quietly as a new wave of pain suddenly hits you.
"stay with me, sweetheartâ, he murmurs into your hair, voice low.
âmhm⌠right there⌠fuckââ you mutter again as he continues his manipulation.
âthatâs my girl⌠a little bit moreââ
you hum softly, enjoying the closeness between the two of you. his body is so so warm that you think youâre gonna melt right away.
shortly after his touch turns more cautious. intimate in a quiet way: soothing and warm. the kind that made you sigh one more time and sink deeper into him.
you were always wondering how john is so delicate when it comes to you. with those big and calloused hands who know how to take someoneâs live so easily, with those sharp gaze which is so so soft when youâre around. and his voice. harsh, low and hoarse. but when heâs with you, he talks and whispers in such a careful and gentle manner. even when youâre crabby or sad, heâs the most patient person ever.
youâre both lucky to have each other.
you take a deep breath, inhaling his scent, and just enjoy the touch without any doubts and worries. he smells like home, safe and so dear.
âshould be taking care of you insteadâ, you mumble into his neck after a few minutes of comforting silence.
âiâm right where i want to be, luvâ, he says quietly as he kisses your ear. âbesides⌠ya know what do they say about cats who lie on their owners when theyâre sick? i donât mind tâ have oneâ, he chuckles quietly. âmight cure my injury as wellâ.
âshould i purr then?â you lift your head to ask playfully.
âwell, i donât mind eitherâ.
you laugh softly.
âbut reallyââ you try again.
âlove, donâtâ, he stops you immediately. sometimes you should worry less about him: he will be just fine.
âyouâre in pain every damn month, trying to deal with those mood swings, ache, anxiety and everything⌠youâre literally bleeding for four days straightâ and iâm not even home to take care of my missus. what a bloody useless husbandâ, he says bluntly.
your gaze softens immediately. you stay silent until he speaks again with an amused tone.
âbut since youâre stuck with me for the next two weeks, let me justââ
you yelp as he squeezes your bum.
âgod, missed thisâŚâ
âmy lower back is higher, johnâ, you smirk, nuzzling his neck again.
something something and itâs hybrid!john price who is huffing and grunting after his short hibernation ends, hungry and grumpy, searching for his beloved wife in your shared bedroom (you just sleep on the couch in the living room, not wanting to disturb his big bear sleepy time).
warnings: established relationship, hybrid au, bear!john price, fluff, f!reader
since winter is almost over, john received ten paid leave days, already planning to spend his free time with you, at home. better in bed though. he missed you like hell when he was on duty, wanting to be in your warm embrace more than anything else.
this winter was harsh for the team. though they all were hybrids, only john had the tendency to hibernate. despite the fact that the world has changed, everyone has plenty of food and a warm home to stay, captainâs body just screamed for the good hibernation. but he just couldnât rest that easily! being a SAS captain is about responsibilities. thereâs no time to rest, a lot of work needs to be done. besides, short naps in the afternoon in his office arenât that badâ
eventually they sent him home a few days later after that long stressful operation and even the longer day of the countless briefings, considering there were no urgent missions or tones of paperwork, so he can spend time with his family.
fucking finally.
the moment you saw him, tired and heavy-eyed, you knew your own mission was making him hibernate no matter what.
poor, poor john! he must be so tired, you thought.
you were cooing around him like heâs your baby right after he stepped inside your cozy warm house, feeding him a lot of nutritious homemade food, massaging his aching muscles, kissing his cheeks and neck, lulling him into sleeping delight, even though you had supper just a few moments ago!
âcâmon, john. let me take you to bed, yeah?â
âbut love, i wanted to help ya with dishesââ
âitâs okay. you need to restâ, you led him to the bedroom slowly, tucking him under the warmest blankets you have.
surrounded with such care and affection, feeling safe and secure, he fell into a deep slumber immediately.
â
for a moment he felt like a lost child, not knowing how he ended up here, being tucked into the blanket, curtains covered and room is dark. but then he realized that he actually hibernated. you were there, lulling him into a deep sleep so easily, your voice and your scent always helps him to feel so much better. ah, he doesnât deserve you.
after a few minutes of intensive yawning and groaning he slowly makes his way into the bathroom to do his own business, washing his hands, brushing teeth and doing the rest of his self care routine.
later you find him sitting on the bed, curtains half-open, trying to put his right sock on, too drowsy to do it fast, so he just takes his time. he even didnât notice you entered the room.
you smiled softly as you sat next to him, kissing his cheek.
âhi, my big bearâŚâ you murmur softly. you can smell a strong scent of his mint aftershave and deodorant.
âmorninâ, doveâŚâ his voice is deep and coarse from sleeping, but he gives you the sweetest smile in return, too happy to see you. his sock is already forgotten on the floor as he nuzzles your neck lazily, seeking the warmth and comfort he needs the most.
you fell on the bedsheets with a soft giggle, defeated by such affection and love.
âhow is my lovely bear doing?.. does your belly feel okay?â you ask initially, caressing his back with one hand and ruffling his hair with another one. he swears you know more about his hybridâs body than he does.
âyeahââ he grunts. ââm good, love⌠how long have i been sleepinâ?â
âseven days and a halfâ, you murmur as you kiss his ear.
âfuck⌠should spent my days off with ya, not sleepinâ like a dead manâ.
you laugh quietly, running your hands over his sides now. not that prominent as you remember. you can work with it later.
âjohn, iâm fine. you needed that rest, have been working so hardâ, you kiss his neck softly. âbesides, you looked so peaceful and cute, my pretty bearâ, your giggles fill the bedroom and he smiles too, feeling more wakened than before.
âwas i snorinâ?â an awkward smile bloomed on his face. you laughed again, rolling your eyes.
âduhâ, you chuckle softly and he groans. âlike a tractorâ.
ââm sorry, lovieâŚâ he mutters, the tips of his ears turn pink. âdidnât mean to bother you, reallyâ.
âyou didnât bother me at all, silly. i was pretty sure that my steps were too loud, so i could wake you up easily⌠iâm glad youâre okay and youâre home⌠with me, my poor little teddy bearâ, you sniffed him. âyou smell so good though. like honeyâ.
âjust used thaâ new shower gel ya brought. ya like it?â
you hum, nuzzling your nose further into his neck, playfully trying to bite him. he squeezes his waist tighter, rolling you over just to pin you underneath him.
âya should use this gel too. want ya to smell like honey, so i can taste ya all day long, though i love yer natural scent the mostâ, he says, pawing at your sides now, trying to get rid of your hoodie. ânah, ya better smell like meâ god, need yaâ missed yer skin and this delicious bodyâ, you smirk at his sweet nothings.
god, heâs so needy. but you have your own plans for now.
âbehave, john. no dessert before i cook you a proper dinnerâ, he groans almost immediately at your request. âi need your guts to be happy, yeah? should make a soup or whateverââ you smile fondly with hearts in your eyes as you kiss his nose.
synopsis: You've always been his. At least, that's what he thought. It just never crossed his mind to actually make it officialâ until someone else looks at you like you're still available.
content warning: MDNI18+, mechanic!price, soft!price, m!praise, established relationship, cock worship, ball sucking, spit play, no use of y/n, no reader orgasm.
word count: 5k // authorâs note: this is an old revamped and reposted fic and whoâs gonna stop međŤľđź also i suck at tagging pls lmk if i missed smth<3
â â˘â â°âââ˝ŕźâžâââąâ â˘â
Price could remember clearly the day you first met.
Rainy and overcast, the air thick with humidity and that damp chill that seeps into your clothes no matter how fast you walk. Heâd only run out to the store for some tea, hood pulled low, already irritated at having to leave the house in the first place.
The lights were harsh against his tired eyes. His nose crinkled at the smell of wet concrete and cheap detergent. He wasnât looking for anything except the quickest way in and out.
Then he rounded the corner and saw you.
On the tips of your boots, stubbornly reaching for the last box on the top shelf. Your fingers barely graze it, brushing the cardboard before slipping off again. You muttered something under your breath, annoyed but determined.
He couldnât help the quiet snort that left him.
You froze.
Slowly, you turned your head, eyes landing on him like his mere presence was a burden. There was no embarrassment written on your face. Just pure irritation.
âAre you gonna help or just stare?â
The audacity nearly made him laugh.
Most people in town avoided his eyes. Kept their distance. But you stood there, a scowl on your pretty face as you waited like he owed you something.
He clicked his tongue, debating whether to walk away just to spite you. It wasnât his problem. You didnât ask nicely.
But he stepped forward anyway.
Reaching up without a word, he grabbed the box easily and held it out to you. Your fingers brushed his when you took itâwarm, softer than he expected. You didnât thank him right away though, you narrowed your eyes instead.
âSee? That wasnât so hard.â
That was two years ago.
And ever since then, heâs been three steps behind you like a shadow. You were in his bed more nights than you were in your own, your things scattered around his house like they had always belonged there. He paid for your things even if you insisted otherwise, fixed your car without being asked, showed up at your door whenever something so much as creaked out of place. Your relationship was never labeled or announced, but it was understood.
And although Price never claimed you as his, it was a small town. Everyone knew he had some sort of claim on you.
You were made for each other â itâs a sentiment Price would constantly mutter into your ear when he was buried deep inside you. When he was so drunk off you that all he could do was babble your name between praises, swearing that no one else could ever feel like this.
That you were made for him.
He was certain you were completely his. In every way possible â heart and soul. He was a dog, completely loyal and enamored with his owner. And that was exactly why he never felt the need to label your relationship. He didnât need a word for something that already felt permanent. You were both attached to the hip.
So why?
Why does he feel his blood boil and his thoughts run a thousand miles an hour just watching the new guy in town flirt up a storm with you?
He feels a sensation bubbling in his chest, a feeling he doesnât recognize. It doesnât sit like anger or irritation. It sits heavier. Like something pressing against his ribs from the inside.
There you were, all smiles and sparkling eyes, speaking to the man out of nothing more than politeness. It never bothered him before. Men look. They always have. He has never cared.
So why does it feel like something is being tested right now?
â â˘â â°âââ˝ŕźâžâââąâ â˘â
You had only meant to stop by Johnâs shop to drop off his keys. It was supposed to be quick â in and out, maybe steal a kiss if he wasnât busy. The bell above the shop door chimed softly when you stepped inside, carrying the faint scent of rain from outside with you. You rubbed the dirt of your boots on the matt, taking in the usual smell of oil and cedarwood, something that clung to your clothes long after you left.
âHey, sweetie,â a voice worn with age calls from the counter. âHow are ya today?â
You give him a warm smile. âIâm doing great, Mr. Fauly. How are you?â
âEh, seen better days,â he jokes, jerking his thumb toward the garage. âOld manâs waiting on you.â
You let out a short laugh and nod, already turning toward the door. You donât make it more than a few steps before you walk straight into something solid, the impact knocking a quiet uff out of you as you stumble back.
Hands catch you by the elbows before you can lose your balance.
âCareful there,â he says, steadying you with a grin that shows too many teeth.
âWouldnât want you falling for me that fast.â
You scoff while shaking your head, already stepping back, brushing invisible dust from your sleeve. âDonât flatter yourself.â
He didnât seem deterred. If anything, it encouraged him. He launched into easy conversationâ asking about the town, the people, about what there was to do around here.
And you, polite as always, answered.
That's one of the many things Price loved about you, truly. Though in that moment it made him ball his fist, nails digging crescent moons into his palm until his knuckles blanched white. His face remained carved from stone, but the air around him felt heavier, charged. Tools lay abandoned on the counter in front of him.
It takes everything in him not to walk over and pull you away.
Not to step between you and that easy grin. Not to rest a hand on your waist and remind everyone in the room exactly where you belonged.
But thatâs not him.
He would never make that choice for you.
You werenât something to be dragged or claimed in front of an audience. If you wanted to stand there and smile at another man, that was your right. He trusted you completely.
For a second, he just stands there, caught between instinct and restraint. The other man notices. His grin shifts slightly when he glances over at Price.
And then your eyes find him, and your expression softens the second you see him, you lift your hand, waving him over with that small smile that always gets him.
He unclenches his fists, shaking his head once â like your smile pulled him out of whatever heâd been thinking â before walking over, boots heavy against the shop floor.
You beam up at him like nothing in the room has shifted.
âOh, look John, Harry here was just telling me how itâs only been like two weeks since he moved here and his car already gave out,â you laugh, placing a hand on his chest as you feel his warm, hand slide against your back. âGuess the townâs already testing him, huh.â
Harry.
The name lands harder than you realize.
Priceâs eyes flick to the man. Irritation creeps in at the fact that you know his name now. That youâve spoken it so casually.
âYeah?â he flatly, completely disinterested in the man's life story.
Harry laughs, but it sounds thinner now. âBad timing, I guess.â
Price nods once.
âYour carâll be ready in about two days. Three max,â he says evenly. Already turning his face away like the conversation is finished before it started.
You blink between them, suprised at the sudden shift. Sensing something was wrong but you didnât quite fully catch it.
Youâre sure Harry sensed it by his quiet mutters of a thanks before stepping away, clearly understanding that whatever easy space he thought he had is gone.
âThat was a bit rude, no?â you ask, giving him a face as you tap his cheeks lightly.
He looks down at you, feigning mild surprise. âYou think?â
âYeah.â
âSorry, baby.â
He says it easily, that teasing smile you knew so well coming back, but you noticed his eyes flick toward where Harry stood just seconds ago.
âRight,â you roll your eyes playfully. âIâm gonna head back. Iâll see you at home, baby.â
He studies you for half a second longer than necessary.
âMâalmost done,â he says. âWait for me?â
âOf course,â you say, giving him a look of uncertainty before heading to his office, perched in his chair, watching through the open doorway as he goes back to work.
The wrench moves sharper now, metal clinking louder than it needs to.
His movements have more force behind them than usual. Where heâs usually smooth and almost lazy with it. Youâve seen him irritated before. Seen him tired. Seen him annoyed over stupid customers or long shifts. This isnât that. Heâs quieter, more in his head.
You catch yourself watching him longer than you mean to.
He finishes quicker than usual. Locks up without much small talk to the rest of the guys, keys jangling in his hand as he heads for the door like heâs already decided heâs done for the day.
You follow a step behind him.
He slows just enough to let you walk in front, then his hand brushes your lower back as he reaches for the passenger door, opening it like he always does.
Even with his head somewhere else, the way he treats you never falters.
The ride home is quick, and quiet aside from your chatter and the music humming softly through the radio. The occasional thump and whine from a bump in the road fills the space between your words. His large hand resting on your thigh, rubbing slow circles.
You seriously begin to question what was going when the truck rolls into the driveway and the engine dies. He gets out, walks to your side to open you door and help you out before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek â shorter than usual â and Instead of following you inside, he turns. Straight to the garage.
You pause in the doorway.
âEverything okay babe?â You call out
âYeah, just gonna work on a few things don't worry,â
Itâs been months since heâs spent any time there. He used to live in that garage â buried under tools and grease and half-taken-apart engines. But over the past year, heâs cut back. Heâs still a workaholic at heart â always has been â but lately, the garage has been reserved for when his mates come over.
You watch him disappear inside, the metal door groaning shut behind him.
âOkayâŚâ you drag the words.
He just had a rough day, you tell yourself.
Thatâs all it is.
You step back into the house, the familiar smell of both yourselves hitting you warmly. You kick off your shoes by the door, moving through the living room on autopilot. Dinner gives you something to do. You move around the kitchen, chopping, stirring, setting things out.
Usually, heâs there before the food is even finished. Hovering over the pot, hands sliding around you just to distract you. Touching your waist, your hips, your neck â stealing bites straight from the spoon before you can swat him away. Heâll press his chest to your back, chin resting on your shoulder, grumbling about being hungry even though heâs the one slowing you down.
You can almost hear his low chuckle in your ear, feel the way his fingers would trace idle patterns along your sides just to make you squirm. The kitchen always feels smaller with him in it â stolen kisses between stirring and seasoning.
Tonight, the kitchen stays empty.
âJohn!â you call out. âBaby, the foodâs ready!â
Your voice echoes faintly down the hallway.
No answer.
You pause, listening to the faint thrum of music from the garage.
âJohn?â you try again.
Silence.
You wipe your hands on a towel and step out of the kitchen, heart beating a little faster than it should. Itâs stupid to worry. Heâs fine. Heâs probably just lost in whatever heâs working on.
âJohn? Is everything okay?â you ask softly, knocking once before pushing the garage's door open.
You find him slumped back on the couch, head thrown back toward the ceiling, a half-empty beer dangling from his fingers while his free hand drags slowly down his face, like he's trying to erase something from memory.
Even with your fingers gliding over his back â slow, familiar strokes meant to soothe â his frame doesnât loosen. His shoulders stay tight beneath your touch. His neck rigid.
He doesnât melt into you the way he usually does.
âHmm?â he hums, lifting his head and turning toward you. âYeah. Of course.â
You narrow your eyes, studying him.
Johnâs never this short with you. Never this careful with his words. Not anymore at least. It hasnât felt like this since the beginning of your relationshipâ back when he didnât quite know how to let you in.
âYouâve just been acting weird,â you say softly. âIâm worried.â
Your mind drifts back to earlier, trying to connect the dots.
The morning had passed in its usual easy rhythm â shower together, eat together. Loud laughter. Familiar touches. Then he left for work, and you ran a few errands of your own. Everything was normal, nothing out of the blue.
Until the shop. Then Harry. Then laughing. The way he leaned a little too close.
Your stomach flips in realization.
âBabeâŚâ you start carefully, stepping around to stand in front of him. âAre youâŚjealous?â
The word feels strange coming out of your mouth. Youâre not even sure it fits. Jealousy wasn't an emotion he wore. At all.
He looks at you, eyes dragging over your face. âDonât worry about me, lovie,â he sighs, adjusting himself deeper into the couch and spreading his legs.
âI really hope youâre not,â you murmur, tilting your head.
You inch closer, lifting one knee onto the couch beside him, then the other, settling onto his lap with a small huff. Your arms slide around his neck automatically, your body back arching gently as you mold yourself against him, settling into the familiar shape of his large body.
He softens instantly â you can feel it in the slight drop of his shoulders. But his hands hover for a moment before touching you, like heâs holding himself back, but it only makes you snuggle into him more.
âMâdirty, love,â he mutters, voice low.
âI donât care,â you whisper, bumping your nose against his, loving the way his mustache scratches you just lightly.
Thatâs when his hands move. They slide up without hesitation this time, settling firmly on your hips before squeezing. The contact pulls a soft giggle from your lips, your forehead brushing against his cheek.
You pull back just enough to trace a finger across his face â over his brow, down the bridge of his nose, across his lips.
âMâserious though,â your voice turns serious.
âAnd so am I,â he whispers, pressing a kiss to your wandering finger. âMâjust thinking.â He offers a faint smile.
âWell, I wanna know what youâre thinking,â you pout, finger tapping at his temple. âLet me iiinnn.â
A quiet smile tugs at his mouth. He shakes his head âItâs nothing, sweets.â
Your brows knit together, crossing your arms as you straighten up. âItâs about Harry, isnât it?â
There it is again. Your pretty lips and sweet tone uttering that name.
The reaction is immediate. His calloused hands tighten at your hips. His jaw flexes once. And you think youâve found your answer.
âDonât say his name like youâre mates,â His tongue presses into his cheek as he rolls his eyes.
âSorry,â you amend, a playful smile on your lips. âThat guy.â
He grumbles, mood already ruined before answering, âJust donât like his vibe,â
âWhen have you ever cared about another man's vibe?â you snort.
âI care.â
âYeah, you care about a lot of things,â you tease, âLike those reality shows you swear you hate. Or fixing the first thing that creaks. Or those five-for-ten happy hours you act like are a life hack.â
You giggle, catching the way he turns his head to mask the smile creeping through, a soft huff leaving him in half-hearted protest.
Soon the garage fills with your laughter and his low grumbles. After a few quiet moments you blurt out, âBut I seriously hope youâre not actually jealous.â
âBecause i canât even imagine being with another man.â You add, lower this time.
You study his face before leaning in and giving him a peck.
âTake such good care of me,â
Another kiss.
Before he can say anything else, you place both hands flat against his chest. Warm and hard under your soft palms. You let them move slowly â dragging down over his pecs, feeling the firm muscle tense under your touch. Down the ridges of his stomach. Over the familiar dips and scars youâve memorized.
You slide your fingers down to the hem of his pants, pulling at them teasingly before dragging them back up, making sure he feels every slow pass of your hands. He tenses when you brush certain spots, biting his lip as his eyes darken, breath turning heavier.
You were determined now. You were his â entirely. And if there was even the smallest crack of doubt in his mind, you were going to seal it yourself.
âNot when Iâve got the most perfect man right here,â you murmur.
Your hands move upward again, slower this time. Feeling every reminder of the years heâs worked himself into this shape. You reach his face and cup it gently, your thumbs brushing along his cheeks. Your skin prickles under him.
You start planting soft kisses.
His neck.
His jaw.
The corner of his mouth.
His nose.
His ear.
His weak spot.
You let your lips brush against the shell of his ear â barely there, a whisper of contact. His breath hitches immediately, a quiet sound slipping from him before he can stop it. His shoulders tense as his hands move in slow, firm circles over your back.
You begin grinding down on him, panties beginning to stick to your pussy. His grip gets tighter as he hisses, pulling you impossibly closer. His eyes flutter shut for a brief secondâ and thatâs how you know youâve found the crack in his armor.
âLet me show you, yeah?â you whisper, feeling the familiar tent in his pants rise against you.
You nibble on his ear before dragging your tongue from his lobe to the top, circling once before drawing it into your mouth. Your teeth graze softly.
He goes still, mouth falling open. Each burning touch from you pulls him deeper into the couch, tension easing inch by inch. A low, strained groan escapes him, and the sound alone sends heat rushing through you.
Then, slowly â painfully slow â you slide down from his lap, lips kissing at the fabric of his worn uniform, inhaling him as you go.
You sigh as your hands trail along his chest and stomach as you descend, fingertips dragging, nails scraping. He watches you, his foggy dark eyes tracking every inch of you as his breath picks up.
You kneel between his legs, guiding them apart with your hands while looking at him through your lashes.
âLove, the floorâs dirty,â he says, voice rougher now â yet he doesnât even attempt to stop you.
You smile faintly, pressing a quick kiss to his clothed thigh before your hand drifts upward, palming him through the fabric until heâs fully hard beneath your touch. A soft sound slips from him.
âI like getting dirty,â you murmur, fingers moving to his belt. You take your time with it, letting the quiet metal click echo between you as you undo it. Another slow kiss, but on his bulge this time.
His breathing turns ragged with every touch.
When you finally free him, you pause. Heart now pounding against your ribcage.
It doesnât matter how many times youâve had him â the sight still steals something from you. You exhale softly, eyes flicking up to meet his before you move to look at his throbbing, aching cock.
Fat, curved, and flushed a deep, angry red at the tip, the color stark against the darker tone at his base. The skin shifts subtly in shade. Dark, neatly trimmed hair rests at the bottom, framing him without hiding anything. The curve isnât dramatic â but noticeable enough that your eyes trace it instinctively, following the line from base to tip. It never fails to make your mouth water like a slut.
Your hand wraps around him at the base firmly you can feel the weight. The warmth. The slight twitch beneath your fingers when you squeeze. He inhales sharply through his nose as you squeeze once. Then drag your hand all the way up.
Your thumb brushes lightly over his tip before you lean forward and press a messy, open-mouthed kiss there, then another just underneath his tip. You let your lips linger, tongue lapping at the salty precum drooling from his slit. His meaty thighs flexing under you.
His chest vibrates with a low sound. It goes straight through you. He throws his head back for a moment before looking down at you, tongue pressing into his cheek as his breathing picks up.
âDonât tease me, lovie.â
You giggle, leaving wet kisses all over his length, your hand still moving at the base while the other moves to his balls, massaging them as you drag your tongue in a slow stripe upward, maintaining eye contact when you reach the top.
His fingers curl into the couch beneath him.
You take the tip into your mouth first, slowly, letting your tongue swirl around him before pulling back. His breathing is heavier now. Strained.
Your hand works steadily while your mouth moves with slow, intentional bobs, letting drool fall down his dick as you savor him.
His hand rests on top of your head as you begin moving at a steady pace. He brushes whatever loose strands fall on your face, wanting to see you clearly, your mouth stretched open just for him, slick with your spit.
You hum softly around him, and the vibration pulls a low, gritty groan from his chest. âYouâre killing me, sweets.â
A small giggle slips from you before your tongue lays flat along the curve as you bob up and down, twisting and sucking the way you know he loves. The stretch of your mouth burns in a painfully delicious way. You keep moving, going a little deeper each time until you're gagging all over him.
You pull yourself off him slowly, making a show of spitting out what you gagged up and letting it fall down his length. You watch it glide lower, trailing down to his balls and dripping onto the couch. The sight alone makes you moan softly.
You look up at him through your wet lashes, offering a slow, seductive smile before gliding your hand up and down on his dick, spreading the mess over his skin. He grunts and tugs his shirt up, exposing his happy trail to your hungry eyes.
You looked so fucking lewd it completely messed with Priceâs head. His thoughts blurred, chest rising and falling heavier as he watched you practically make out with his twitching dick, watching you make a mess of yourself just for him. But your next words are what truly make him hold his breath.
âMy manâs so handsome,â you murmur, leaning in to press slow kisses along his lower stomach, just above where your hand continues its steady motion.
His head falls back, a deep, gravelly sound leaving his throat.
âHe has the prettiest dick too,â you moan before lowering yourself down, your lips kissing until you reach his heavy balls, slick with your spit. You take one into your mouth while your hand keeps its work. You suck hard, then pull away, letting it fall from your lips with a sharp âpopâ. You repeat the motion, watching the effect it has on him.
His thighs tense, knuckles turning white as he grips the couch. Mouth growing sharper as he lets out praises in between grunts. Heâs trying to hold himself back â jaw tight, chest rising harder with every second â letting you have your way with him. But you can feel it. He wonât last much longer.
âCanât take it anymore,â he growls lowly.
His hands move suddenly, gripping the sides of your head while the other guides himself back to your mouth. This time he takes control â and you let him. He lifts his hips to meet you, rough and urgent, no more restraint.
Your gags and choked sounds grow louder the more he uses you. Youâre no longer in control, and it makes your heart flip and your cunt gush even more. His face contorts, sweat falling from his temple as he watches your eyes roll back, tears spilling freely down your pretty cheeks.
His balls slap against your chin every time the tip hits the back of your throat, the rhythm relentless. Your panties cling uncomfortably to you, the ache between your thighs growing sharper with every movement.
âFuuuck, mouth feels so fucking good,â he groans, throwing his head back as veins begin to pop out. âTreat this old man sâ fucking good,â he babbles.
But you take it like the good girl he knows you are â eyes glossy, lips parted, hips grinding helplessly while your grip on his thighs turns almost desperate.
He pulls you off, and youâre left gasping for air, lungs burning as you try to balance yourself. He leans down suddenly, gripping your jaw with rough firmness that makes you whimper. His thumb presses into your cheek, forcing your mouth open before he spits into it without breaking eye contact. Some of it splashes against your cheeks.
Before you can even process it, his lips crash into yours â messy and hungry. The kiss is deep and wet, his tongue sliding past your parted lips, claiming the space without hesitation. Itâs overwhelming in the way he takes control so easily, like heâs reminding you exactly who sets the pace. Your mind goes fuzzy, your body reacting faster than your pride can catch up.
One of his hands leaves your jaw, sliding down your neck and over your collarbone before traveling lower. His large hand curls around your breast, squeezing tight.
He doesnât pull away from the kiss. If anything, he deepens it, swallowing your breath along with the quiet sounds you canât seem to hold back.
He breaks it only for a second, mouth brushing yours as he mutters, âRub my fucking dick while you kiss me.â
âF-fuck,â you whimper, breathless, your hands lifting automatically to wrap around him, twisting your wrists as you give him a messy, sloppy kiss.
âBack in your mouth, baby,â he grunts, a string of saliva connecting him to the mess of your face before guiding you back down.
He doesnât even give you a second before thrusting in. One hand grips the back of your neck while the other presses flat against your forehead, holding you tight from both ends to use you like a little toy, pushing deeper with each thrust.
Your throat burns. Mascara runs down your face. The floor and couch are sticky with your mess, but you donât care. You stay still just for him.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum, baby,â he grits out. âGonna cum down your throângh, fuckââ
The mind-numbing orgasm rips through him, so intense he swears he feels it in every part of his body. His toes curl, teeth clashing together as a near-animalistic sound tears from his chest.
You squeeze your eyes shut, lashes clumped with tears as you let him finish down your spasming throat, your name falling from his mouth like itâs the only word he knows. He keeps you there a second longer until your breath stutters and your fingers dig into him â but you donât pull away. You stay put, taking it like a good girl for your man.
Only when his body finally loosens does he let you go. You pull back slowly, chest rising hard as you catch your breath, watching the tension drain from him as his softened dick lands on his thigh with a wet thud, his body finally giving in.
You wipe at your face, still catching your breath, before looking up at him with a small, dazed smile. Your body feels loose in a way thatâs almost weightless â overstimulated and warm, limbs heavy but buzzing at the same time. Thereâs a faint tremble in your hands that you canât quite control.
âBloody hell,â he breaths humorously before pulling you onto his lap. His lips meet yours in slow, lazy pecks. You cant help but smile against him. You rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart beneath your ear. Both of you are still breathing hard, your chests rising and falling against each other in uneven rhythm until it slowly begins to sync.
Your fingers trace patterns along his skin without thinking, following the lines of muscle and ink. You donât even realize youâve gone quiet until his voice cuts gently through the room.
âYouâd tell me if you wanted something different, right?â
The question makes your hand still.
You pull back slightly, blinking at him as the words catch you off guard â well maybe not the words, but his tone. Thereâs no ego in it. No teasing smirk following.
For a man who just took control so completely, the vulnerability feels almost startling.
You cup his jaw with both hands, thumbs brushing slowly over the sharp line of it. You can see it there, the quiet doubt he wonât say out loud. The need to hear it from you.
âIâm exactly where I wanna be,â you say, voice steady.
He closes his eyes, focusing only on the softness of your touch â the warmth of your skin against his, the steady flow of your breathing. With every inhale, he nuzzles a little deeper into you, like heâs trying to memorize the feeling.
âMarry me then,â
â â˘â â°âââ˝ŕźâžâââąâ â˘â
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my hairdresser said she canât do the haircut i want because my hair is thin and wonât cooperate with her, so idk i just wrote this for myself to hear my man praises my hair and tells iâm beautiful teehee.
warnings: fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, insecure reader, reader has a thin hair
you thought itâs gonna be great. you were thinking about changing your haircut for a long time, to try something new. you even sweared to yourself that you would style your hair properly. but when the time came your hairdresser only shrugged her shoulders and told you that you canât get a haircut youâve been dreaming about, because though your hair is long, itâs just too thin and weak to make a perfect haircut.
sad and disappointed, you came back home earlier only to collapse on the sofa, sighing. this is where johnny finds you later.
âwhatâs wrong, bonnie?â he landed on the same sofa, placing your legs over his thighs, massaging your calves tenderly.
âiâm fine⌠just had a bad day, thatâs allâŚâ
he waited for you to talk, but you kept being silent.
âtalk to me, beautiful, aye?â johnny tilted his head and gave you a warm smile. you frowned instead.
âiâm not beautifulââ
âbollocks!â he says offensively. âthe bonniest wee thing iâve even seen in ma lifeâ, he shifted slowly, hugging you. âma precious henâŚâ
you donât buy it. youâve lost in your mind so deep that all his words sound like jokes instead, not praise.
âjohhny, donât lie to meâ.
âwhy would i do thaâ?â
âbecause⌠becauseâŚâ you sighed, collecting yourself. âdonât i look like the most boring person with the most boring hair?â you look at him with your doe eyes for a moment.
he opened his mouth to protest, butâ
âi do⌠iâm boring!â you groan, pressing your face into his chest, your words are muffled as you keep muttering.
he tries not to giggle at your nagging.
youâre too strict on yourself sometimes, thinking too much, while being so so gorgeous. itâs unfair.
âwho telt ya âatâ? steaminâ jesus, yer such a bonnie. i love yer natural hair color. it always smells heavenly and itâs so silky and shiny and⌠it suits ya so well. dannae worry yer pretty head aboot âis, babeâ, he murmured softly as he kissed the crown of your head immediately.
âiâm boring, johnny. all my clothes and all my⌠my shoes and⌠my face too?â you sniff. âwhy are you even with me?..â
damn, this hit him hard. his expression is serious as he looks into your teary eyes.
âwhaâ?â heâs speechless.
âa boring person like me donât deserve such a handsome man like you. maybe you should justââ
though you called him âhandsomeâ, he lost all his patience after you insulted yourself for some stupid nonsense.
âokayâ itâs enough. baby, any other naughty word and iâŚâ he frowned. gears in his head started running quickly as he got an idea. âand iâ aâll eat yer chocolate puddingâ.
your eyes widened.
âdonât you dareââ you gasped.
unfortunately your attempt to stop him died immediately. you knew your johnny was fast and strong, but you didnât expect him to jump out of your embrace like a flea to run to the kitchen first. you made your way to your kitchen promptly, sighting a living nightmare before you: johnny is holding your chocolate pudding, a delicate tea spoon in his hand is ready to be used.
it was the same chocolate pudding youâve fought over with an annoying customer who decided to buy all of it at the same time the day before. damn, you planed to eat it in the evening!
you two stand there quietly for a moment, staring at each others.
âfor fuckâs sake! what do you want from me?â you were desperate.
âye take âat back!â
âiâm not gonna do that!â
âam waitinââ
it was ridiculous, you think, to fighting over the dessert, but the saleswoman told you it was the last one. suppliers deliver new goods only after a few days. and only your store has been the nearest one to buy the same item.
before johnny opened your treat slowly, you lost it immediately.
âno! okay! okayâ damn youâ. you ran your hands over your tired face. âiâm not boring.â
âanâ?â
âiâm pretty.â he frowns at your poor choice of words. âbeautiful even! gorgeous!â you said louder.
âanâ?â he smirked.
âi have a nice haircut! and my shoes and my clothes are coolâ, he nodded as his grin widened. âi⌠love myself, iâm a good looking person and my boyfriend loves me for just being myselfâŚâ you sigh again, feeling stupid for being so dramatic. âhappy now?..â
he quickly nodded, putting the desert down on the kitchen counter. he opened his arms to tuck you into his warm embrace, kissing your pouty face.
âdidnae want to make fun oâ ye, bunny. just cannae sit and listen to yer humiliation while yeâre the bonniest person everâŚâ he tucked a stride of hair behind your ear as you looked at him.
âi know⌠iâm sorryâ, you whispered as you hugged him tightly, nuzzling his neck. âyouâre the best boyfriend everâ. you closed your eyes. âbut donât you ever do this trick again, do you read me? i fought for that pudding like a warriorâŚâ
âaye, copy thaââŚâ he tried not to burst into laughing, imagining the scene in the store.
after a few days johnny bought six chocolate pudding for you just in case. no more fighting with the annoying people! and no more fighting with yourself either.
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warnings: 18+, farmer!john price, f!reader, creampie, consensual free use
you finish your breakfast right before a loud noise of the kettle fills the kitchen gradually. barefoot and drowsy, you quickly paddle to turn the stove off to make some coffee.
itâs still morning. quiet and peaceful.
âcâmere, sweet thingâ, johnâs voice is affectionate as always. you look at him curiously.
âjust want to hold yaâ, he says simply as he pats his thighs and you smile softly at the invitation.
you sit down carefully, shifting your body just to get more comfortable. he squeezes your soft hips, tugging you even closer.
âjohnââ you giggle as you try not to spill both of your drinks. your back is flushed against his chest as he lays his chin on your shoulder, enjoying the closeness.
âwas breakfast good, my darlinâ?â he asks tenderly, giving you a little squeeze on your waist and a tender kiss on your cheek.
âmhmâ thank youâ, you caress his hairy forearms, then running your fingers over his knuckles.
âthatâs my girlâŚâ he coos, kissing instead your neck slowly, tickling your sensitive skin with his beard. you already can feel his growing tent pressing against your heat. oh, heâs very greedy today.
you reach for some sugar, shifting slightly, earning a quiet groan behind you. you bit your lower lip, cheeks are burning.
you keep talking about what you want to do today and enjoying your coffee as his hands start running up and down your mellow curves, making you arch your back a little.
you shift again and again and⌠thatâs it.
âfor fuckâs sakeâŚâ he hisses. heâs rock hard indeed. âneed ya nowâŚâ
your breath hitch.
he gently pats your bum, lifting the hem of your nightgown. you lift up your delicious hips without any hesitation and wait until he undoes the belt and jeans. the urge to be inside you is so so strong, he just canât wait anymore. he tugs your panties to the side and slowly sinks into your weeping needy hole. the angle makes your walls welcome him home easy.
âgod, youâre soââ he bottoms out, groaning.
after a moment of soft grunts he starts moving. he canât see your face, but the way you tremble uncontrollably⌠itâs just perfect.
you let out a muffled moan, trying to keep drinking your coffee with shaking hands.
three pairs of eyes are glued to the morning show. although youâre used to it, used to be the center of everyoneâs attention, your shyness havenât gone anywhere anyway. even after all that time.
âjohnââ you babble as you look right at his soldiers.
he looks into their direction and smirks like a devil himself.
âlet them watchâŚâ
john runs his greedy palms over your prominent sides, enjoying the warmth and plushness of your body. god, youâre heavenly. he squeezes your breasts, kneading them like dough. he just sees that: his men are fucking feral.
it doesnât take too much time for him to get straps off of your shoulders, baring your breasts to the warm air of the kitchen. theyâre full and sensitive and so so his. you canât stop yourself from squirming. ravenous eyes are glued to your imperfect roundness, their hands are already itching to paw at you in no time.
you spread your legs unconsciously, trying to ride john instead. it only makes him grin. he murmurs some tender words as he helps you to move in a right rhythm with him. you only whimper, eyes are closed, lips parted. youâre always sensitive in the morning, he knows your delicate body so so well.
johnâs fingers find your pearl and you arch your back immediately. his touch is electric indeed.
âdonât run away from meââ his other hand squeezes your breast lightly, keeping thrusting into you. âeasy, easyâŚâ
he kept kissing every inch of your neck, enjoying the way your walls are squeezing him. you both were close. suddenly he stood up, pressing your body against the table, pounding into you faster and faster, hitting that right spot. your coffee is totally forgotten by now. youâre afraid not to spilling the drinks. you catch the glimpse of the distant glances through your blurry vision and you just canât take it anymore. everything is so bright and warm andâŚ
when you come to your senses, you feel john parting your folds, chuckling quietly and enjoying the way his warm seeds pour out of your pretty sweetness. he quickly scopes that warmth, just to shove it back into the place where it belongs, giving you a moment of peace.
a second of peace.
when you feel calloused fingers part your lips again, you tremble. youâre still too sensitive for anything else to coming. suddenly a hot tongue runs through the mess you both made and it makes you gasp. you look over your shoulder just to see the pair of hungry blue eyes.
too bad for you, but johnny always likes his coffee a bit creamy: todayâs breakfast isnât an excuse. and yeah, though simon and kyle arenât huge fans of coffee, they canât stand the thought of not having a morning treat either.
yâall asked for part two of the previous work, but unfortunately i write only one shots for now, hope youâll enjoy this new one anyway! ty for 120+ followers!!
warnings: 18+, hybrids!au, farmer!john price, f!reader, dry humping, a lot of pet names
you didnât expect that you would be like this, lying in your room, dizzy and annoyed by the fact that every new heat is more and more difficult to deal with. like your body is sabotaging you, forcing you to find someone who can breed you then and there. you try to fight back, to control yourself. sometimes it works. but living with four men by your side is a damn nightmare. especially when john is around.
this man works hard, cook good food for everyone and smiles like heâs the sun itself. even the way he breathes makes you feel funny in your stomach.
it only took a day for you to realize that youâre going crazy. you woke up already wet, panting and feeling sick to the guts. you shove your soft fingers into your underwear too eagerly, seeking that relief only you can give yourself. just for a moment.
sitting in the kitchen was truly some kind of torture. the boys act like nothing happens. just chewing on the food and chattering about the weather, while you were literally burning alive.
you donât know how you made it through the day. the moment you left the bathroom made you feel much better. refreshed and calmer, you landed on the couch, wishing for a break from all the madness youâre going through. it doesnât take too much time for john to join you. he landed on the couch with a groan, spreading his legs, trying to get comfortable and all. your cheeks flush with the red immediately, thighs squeezing desperately, eyes half open. that shitty tv show is totally forgotten now.
âshould i leave, love?â you turn your head instantly. of course he noticed the way your body language changed.
you shook your head, but he knows better. he pities you and decides to leave. but before he could go back to his place, you catch his hand.
âplease, stayâŚâ you whine softly, standing in the center of the living room.
he smiles tenderly. as always.
âshould give ya some space, shouldnât i?â
you want him to invade your space instead.
âjohn, pleaseâ i need some help, it burnsâ, your words sound miserable, but you donât care anymore. you cling to him, nuzzling your head under his chin. you shake as you inhale his scent.
âi know, sweetheart, i know⌠but youâre not in yer mind now, yeah?â he brushes his lips against your hair, pressing a silky kiss and patting your head.
you lean into his affection too fast, swimming around in both tender touches and sweet nothings like a mermaid. a wave of relief washes over your body.
you defeated him. he wish he could be a better person around you. but heâs just a man after all.
he sighs and pulls you onto his lap.
âlet me seeâ, he murmurs, carefully holding you with big and hairy arms. you shiver at the thought of being touched like this for the first time ever. he squeezes your side tenderly with his huge palm as his other one makes its own way through your sleeping pants right to your clothed throbbing core. he groans, you immediately shift away.
âno-noâ, he coos. âdonât be embarrassedâ. your underwear is ruined indeed. âitâs natural for pretty thing like you to get this leaky, specially during those bad bad heatsâ, his words make you feel even worse. once his fingers touch your folds, you know youâre gone.
âjohnâ please, i need you toâ can youââ you canât even form a sentence properly. âi need a knotâŚâ
he chuckles softly.
âa knot? you know i canât give you that, silly, yeah? iâm not a hybrid nor your mate. donât want to get you all wrong, aye? besides⌠âm not that type of a man you deserveâ.
âi donât careââ
âbut i doâ, he says sternly and it makes your eyes water right away. youâre so pathetic, you think. but seeing you like this made him soften up a bit. he hates seeing you hurt or upset. he wipes your tears away, kissing your reddish cheeks.
âpoor thing, does it feel that bad? you tried to rub down there?â he asks genuinely and you nod too fast. âgood lass⌠good lovely lassieâ.
he shifts a bit as he notices the way you bit your lower lip nervously.
âso beautiful, arenât you?â you whine sweetly. âalright thenâ what if i let you hump my thigh 'til that stupid icky feeling of yours goes away and then you get some sleep. sounds nice?â you gulped, but nodded anyway. âthatâs my babyâŚâ
he pats your bum gently as you straddle his thigh. that first roll of your hips against his clothed thigh feels electric. you moan pathetically. he chuckles quietly and you hide your face into his collarbone. he must be enjoying it, seeing you all needy and clingy. you try not overthink, instead you breathe him in as much as you can, before he can change his mind.
youâre all pulsing and warm. he feels it through your layers. the fabric of your underwear rubs against your clit deliciously, causing your wetness to begin to stain his jeans.
âjust like thatâ poor little thing, was all by itselfâŚâ he murmurs as his fingers play with your hair.
you increase your pace, wrapping your arms around johnâs neck as you press yourself even closer, grinding uncontrollably. your thighs squeeze tighter around his muscular one as you feel that knot in your belly is gonna explode.
youâre so so close. you can almost taste it on your tongue.
âgreedy girl⌠keep goinâ and maybe iâll let you ride my fingers instead, yeah?â
your whine cracked at the end as your orgasm hits, that extra stimulation driving you over the edge. john gripped your bum, rocking you easily with his strong arms to prolong your release. his grunts are echoing in your ear.
a couple minutes passed until your breathing back to normal. you lift your head up to look at him, your mind is still spinning, eyes are half open. he caresses your cheek softly, invading your mouth with his thumb. you suck on it eagerly and he smirks.
âthought you were a good pup. look at the mess you made down thereâ, you feel youâre throbbing again. âwant my fingers that much, donât you?â
âmhmââ you let out a muffled moan.
he grins as he withdrew his thumb with a pop. you lean closer to his face, wanting him to kiss you on your lips, butâ
âstand upâ, he pats your bum again and your expression is baffled. âdonât look at me like that, thought we had a deal, no? donât get too greedy.â you feel betrayed. ânow letâs get you to bed, sweet cheeksâ.
sad and overwhelmed, you wake up with a slightly headache and missing panties.
just imagine waking up with him and tugging on his warm hairy arms, whining and encouraging him to hold you even closer every morning, grinding against his growing tent just to keep him on his toes before he even leaves the bed to feed the rabbits.
âeager already, doll?..â his voice is still raspy from sleeping, eyes closed.
itâs not your fault that youâre young and needy! your heats became insufferable these days, you just canât stop thinking of john. so you think maybe youâre finally ready to have pups. his pups! to give him a big loving family. heâll absolutely spoil his children like heâs fond of spoiling you. dearly.
ah, and he would be a perfect girl dad, you know it! this pesky thought crosses your mind every damn minute. so when your next heat approaches, you donât waste any chance of having yourself under john. thereâs a lot of work to do! why should you waste your time on just playing around, aye?
the moment you enter your shared bedroom after a long day working in the garden (and quick shower), you start to undress yourself fast, back arched and bum up. the most prettiest thing, is what you are, already dripping and biting your lower lip, presenting yourself like a gift.
you tell him you want it raw, no protection, no pills. he only smirks, undoing his jeans slowly.
whatever you want, heâs all yours.
little you know that john is infertile. working in the military had its own consequences for him after all. he doesnât say anything, but feeling you like this is pure heaven.
you whine and cry after weeks of trying to conceive a baby, glued to his side like a koala. nothing happens. he coos to you, caressing your hair tenderly and wiping warm tears away.
he canât give you what you want. at the end of the day it makes him flustered too. but if you want to be a mama that bad, he has three healthy hybrids, peacefully working in the barn, ready to follow their captainâs orders without any hesitation. you choose!
my dear nonnie, you asked for more kyle content, i hope youâll enjoy this silly one!
warnings: established relationship, mention of alcohol, f!reader (no pronouns though)
itâs been a long yet wonderful night. your husband and your friends had a great time at the restaurant. fancy meals and drinks, pretty dresses and bright smiles everywhere. fabulous place!
a few glasses of whiskey made you all warm and giggling, so did dancing with your dear kyle. great heaven, he looked so good in this outfit, making you forget about those stupid heels you decided to wear just for tonightâs special occasion and your already aching feet.
when you got home (your friends drove you home actually) you kicked one of your heels off, groaning like a wounded animal, landing on the small couch next to the front door.
kyle chuckled quietly when you kicked off one of your heels, amused by your relief as soon as the pressure was relieved from your poor foot.
once you sat down, you tried to take off another heel, but that damn strap has its own plan. yeah, it stuck⌠your husband quickly picked your shoe up, putting it aside, and then knelt in front of you. he took ahold of your ankle gently as his fingers worked to remove the strap of your remaining heel. his eyes traveled up your curves, admiring the way the dress hugged your soft figure. he smiled a bit to himself, enjoying having an excuse to touch your skin like this.
once the heel was fully removed, kyleâs gaze lingered on your sleepy face for a moment, his thumb gently running along the soft skin of your foot and ankle. kyle set the other heel next to the first, then began slowly massaging your feet.
âfeelinâ better now, beautiful?â he murmured after a few minutes.
you nodded weakly.
âpoor thingââ he kissed your knee lightly, not stoping looking at you like youâre the most precious thing in the whole world.
âmy lovely lassâ didnât i tell you that you were so so charming tonight, dancinâ around like a beautiful fawn?..â
âa fawn?â you giggled at the nickname.
another kiss landed on your thigh. then another longer kiss. and anotherâ
you relaxed even more, his touch was so tender, you almost fell asleep. and kyleâs voice was like a lullaby. everything just felt soâ
âwant me to carry you to bed?â
you jolted. kyle chuckled softly when you looked at him with a tired expression, eyelids heavy as you try to fight your sleepiness.
âno, 'm fineâŚâ
âletâs get ya to bed, yeah?â he squeezed both your thighs, giving your skin one last kiss.
your husband stood up slowly, leading you to the bedroom, while he excuses himself to go to the bathroom.
and it isnât like he spent the eternity there, but he definitely didnât expect to find you already asleep on the carpet with your dress half unzipped. gravity and whiskey must have defeated you. a green carpet (your favorite color, by the way) made this situation even funnier.
warnings: established relationship, fluff, f!reader
itâs winter, so you gladly cook your dear john a bigger meal every time he heads to the base, knowing that your man needs much more energy than usual. more mashed potatoes, a bit more meat, soups, pies, sandwiches and veggies here and there just to keep his belly full during these stressful cold days.
itâs not like heâs also lazier at the work, like the other bear hybrids, no. just a bit slower. heâs a SAS captain after all. this man has a lot of work to do. thereâs no time for hibernation (short naps in the afternoon work just fine).
john doesnât gain weight that quickly, but you drool over his more prominent tummy anyway.
and when heâs at home, all yours to cherish? a total blessing. heâs all clingy, huffing and grunting as he nosing the back of your neck, massaging your plush sides and soft breasts with his big warm hands, mumbling some sweet nothings into your ear, causing you to giggle affectionately while youâre cooking supper.
you turn around to face john, running your fingers over his tummy right to his bare hairy chest, mirroring his own tender touches. you whisper how much you love him with extra fat. he kept sighing, calling you silly, because no way you like him like that.
you roll your eyes, but he promises to have his toned body back in march, because he doesnât want to buy any new clothes.
you kept nuzzling him, knowing that one day heâll retire, so you can fatten your husband up in no time. just sit and watch!
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i just know kyle is just the most wonderful husband ever!
warnings: established relationship, fluff, gn!reader
after being married for a few years you two still go on a countless dates, because heâs a hopeless romantic who refuses to sit at home all the time. and yeah, you both still young and energetic, why should you waste your time at home anyway? so he asks you for a date at least once or twice a week while heâs off work.
â'm all yours, dove'â, kyleâs smile is so bright, when heâs with you.
you want go to your favorite restaurant? he reserved a fancy table. a cinema date? choose the movie, baby. what about going to have some fun in the paintball court? heâll protect your side until the game ends. heâs a soldier after all. a good one. one of the best.
you still remember that pottery date when you two made your first ceramic pendants, giggling like kids. now he wears it every time he goes on his deployment, close to his heart, thinking about you.
sometimes he looks at you with so much love and affection that you think you must be dreaming. and if itâs truly a dream, you donât want to wake up.
i had a dream about having a really hairy happy trail and now i canât stop thinking about having it irl.
warnings: fluff, established relationship, gn!reader
you always find happy trails and bushes hot as hell. having ones was nice, but seeing the other people having it⌠yum. the bigger the better! so yeah, imagine dating johnny. all hairy and warm, with the most gorgeous happy trail and bush youâve seen seen. gosh.
sometimes you stare at his stomach, eyes are guided to his toned abs, wanting to kiss all the way down, down, down, munch on it or whatever. itâs unfair you canât do that all the time.
one day he caught you staring at your own tummy in the mirror.
âyer alright, hen?" he asked softly, earning a small nod from you.
âjust a bit jealous of you having such a gorgeous happy trail, while i have thisââ, you mumbled, pointing at the barely visible stripe of dark hair. âwant to have a powerful one, to outgrow yoursâŚâ
âyou what?â he raised a brow curiously. you knew he would make fun of it.
âdonât laugh! i had a dream about having the most beautiful happy trail in the world⌠they also⌠gave me a gold medalâŚâ you babbled the last words quieter, feeling a bit stupid.
he busted into laughing immediately.
âyer such a weirdoâ, he kissed your temple, keeping giggling.
a few hours later johnny offered you not to trim your bushes instead just to see how quick it would grow back, so you can compete with him on almost⌠equal terms. heâs a good boyfriend after all.
of course he already got you a medal as a prize (he drawn it by himself, proud and grinning like an idiot).
i need strict john price who refuses to be your lover, because youâre too young for him.
warnings: age gap, unrequited love, gn!reader
and itâs not like youâre 20, youâre 25 years old now, a bit lost in your mind, so desperate to have all and everything at the same time. to be loved, to be cared, to be touched.
you have zero experience with men or women. sometimes you think youâre wrong, broken or just weird. itâs not for you. but the day you met himâ it all changed so fast.
heâs so kind, handsome and sweet. an older man whoâs working on a farm, retired from the military and trying to have a quiet life in the countryside. sometimes you visit him to play with his dog or he comes over to help you with the house (your kitchen sink is a nightmare).
time passes by and youâre desperate it hurts, asking him to come over to enjoy the evening together just to find yourself kneeling between his legs and rubbing against his thigh while whining about how much you need him.
âplease, john⌠please, i want you to take me to bed. iâll be good for youââ you cry quietly, big fat tears falling down your reddish cheeks.
he smiles softly, patting your hair lightly.
âno, darlinâ, i canâtââ he coos sweetly.
you feel so so pathetic, but you canât help yourself. youâre trying to undo his belt, but he catches your wrists gently.
Bear hybrid!John Price, who drags you inside his den for winter hibernation.
He's chuffing and groaning, nudging you with his wet nose to lie down on the various pillows and blankets he's stolen from human campsites to make a cozy nest for the both of you. He's fiercely territorial over you, taking the time to scent mark the woods surrounding the den before lumbering back inside.
The colder weather and changing tree leaves have made him a tad lazier than he should be, and he's certainly been packing on the muscle and fat for the winter, needing it to keep you warm. Price has been prepping at least, collecting nuts and tuberous roots, berries he's dried and meats stored away in the corners of the den, things he can feed you to keep your strength up for mating.
But when winter really hits in full force, when both of you are sheltered away and the heavy snow has blocked the entrance to the cave, is when Price really gets lazy. So lazy in fact, that he just lies on top of you. You think it might be attempted murder with how heavy he is, but his shaggy brown fur is just too warm to protest :(
His large paws grope your soft breasts, squeezing you in all the right places to get you needy and whining beneath him. And he can't leave you hanging, no, he slots his strong hips in between your own, his large, thick cock sinking deep into you with a slow thrust. He stretched out your walls, nudging against your poor cervix with sloppy thrusts, fucking his cum deeper into you. But Price is just so, so lazy and sleepy that it's more like a lovemaking grind, but it's okay, not like you're going anywhere anyway.
It's where you'll stay for the next few months, with Price feeding you, stretching you out on his fat cock, filling you with his thick cum, and massaging your tummy, because apparently that's supposed to help with fertility... something something... releasing more eggs from the ovaries. Poor Price is just desperate to have some cubs cuz he's getting up there in age and wants to be a daddy by springtime :(
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