#and price is 37 fucking years old

[collinnmckinley]

I dont normally say this a lot but, yall be smoking some weird shit if you think or hc Graves to be Adler's son... yes its all fun and all until someone takes it to another level and makes shit up and say its canon... and i really dont like how yall trying to make sense of it all.

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⚔️ MWII (2022) Character Ages (as of 2022) ⚔️

I was on a character age brainrot back in January and now It's back because of @angelsarewatching so I'm gonna go ahead and post this on Tumblr. Tell me what you think tho and discussions are open!

🐑 Gen. Shepherd - Around late 50s, Pushing 64. I searched it up and apparently, the mandatory retirement age for all general officers is 62, in some cases 64. But if he got into the recommendation list after Brigadier General (O-7), it's allowed to be more than 62. He's a Lt. Gen, so that's O-9. Also, Glenn Morshower (Shepherd's actor) is 64 so let's go with that.

🧠 Laswell - 47-ish. At MOST 55. (Rya Khilstedt is 52. AMAZING BEAUTIFUL SHOW -STOPPING)

🚁 Nikolai - 45 as well. I would go with 48 though.

🪦 Graves - 40. He gives Texan cowboy energy. I just know he's an old dude and is actually older than the rest of the gang.

🛖 Alejandro and 🦂 Valeria - 37. Maybe 38. I don't know at what age someone could make the rank Colonel 'cause that's quite high up the ladder. (They might as well be older than Price. Shit, they might be 40.)

🚬 Price - 37 (Canon) c. 1985.

🐎Rudy - 36. He's been close with Alejandro for 20 years now. Assuming they're bestest of friends and knew each other even before military, Rudy would be around 36/37 as well.

💀 Ghost - 35 or lower. As far as I know, lieutenants are usually young, unless he enlists first before a few years later he went to the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst (RMAS). OR. His preference and efficiency of working alone are far better for use on the battlefield. The higher you are in the ranks, the more soldiers you are responsible for. So the higher-ups might purposefully don't promote him (and he prefers and agrees to it as well) so that he can continue working alone rather than leading a squad. He surely can lead a team, but he's better at doing shit alone. Crazy theory but hey, it's fiction.

🦿Alex - 35 (Alex was a Delta Force until 2013. Assuming he's around 26 when he finally goes to the CIA, that means he's around 32yo in 2019 and 35yo in 2022)'

🔭 Hadir - 33/34 (Canon) 1986/1987. I’m choosing 34 tho since in the ‘Hometown’ mission he was almost a teenager.

☀️ Farah - 30 (Canon) January 12th 1990.

🧢 Gaz - 26 (Canon). The bio says he enlisted in the British Army in 2014. Assuming Gaz finished high school first, he must’ve enlisted when he was 18yo. That means he was 23yo in MW19 and 26yo in MW22. 

🧼 Soap - 26 (Canon). He’s canonically the youngest one in Task Force 141. The bio mentioned that his cousin is in SAS and he often time visits the base. Setting aside the fact that the cousin brought a fucking kid to a top-secret base, lil’ Johnny must’ve been like “I DON’T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL I WANT TO BE AN SAS SOLDIER” and he canonically LIED about his age. Apparently, he went in when he was 16 but got caught several times, until finally when he was 18 he got in. 

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That's it folks! Tell me what you think (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

[gremlingottoosilly]

The only thing you want to do is... [Price x fem!Reader]

Price broke his hand on the last mission. Fortunately for him, his caretaker is just as adorable as she is eager to help him in every way.

CW and tags: Legal age gap, power imbalance, daddy kink, pervert!Price, obsessive!Price, coercion into sex, handjob (m!receiving)

Word count: 3246

This work on AO3

You’re such a sunshine, it hurts. 

John Price never considered himself to be a good man. He did what he had to do to protect his country, to ensure that big bad terrorists are kept at bay, and foreign militaries are ending up where they belong – somewhere in the ditch, with reports stating KIA an anonymous bullet drugged out of their skulls. 

His job was just that – a job, something that had to be done because he knew that someone else, someone worse, would gladly take his place in case of retirement. The captain can be considered a fucking angel compared to some people he is working with – no one would ever dare call him evil when people like Graves still exist out there, hunting for innocents. 

But you’re so fucking sweet to him, he simply can’t handle it. 

When his arm got injured, and he was forced to get on leave for at least a month – he tried to argue for something less, but Lasswell silently pointed out that he hadn’t had a break in the past five years, and she would kick him out of his own Task Force if he’d continue to refuse – he got assigned a caretaker by Kate recommendation. 

John was fully expecting some old lady, probably a retired officer or field medic. Maybe some burly man with too much time on his hands and the ability to give really nice massages under flights of bullets. Perhaps, worst case scenario, he would be assigned an actual; nurse that wouldn’t buy any of his shit – that amount of whiskey he drinks is prescribed by his therapist, smoking cigars in the apartment is a nice form of relaxation, and he actually doesn’t need help and can go in service back again less than in two weeks. 

But, the Captain got wee ol’ you, all nice and warm, and adorable, and too fucking young to have anything to do with his apartment. 

You’re nice, warm, fresh out of college, where you got some recommendations about rehabilitating veterans back into normal lives. Probably was writing a Thesis about something as dumb as “Healing PTSD through flower crowns and little touches”. You chirp your way into his heart and refuse to go out – just like Kate promised to him, you really didn’t allow him to do anything on his own. 

God, it was infuriating – how much he wanted to simply grab your shoulders and kiss you. Or kick you out and find someone else to take care of him, someone boring, someone of appropriate age. Without dumb, bright eyes and cute smiles, without enthusiasm, that can only be seen in unpaid interns and college graduates who still believe that the world is fair and nice. 

You cook his dinners and clean up his apartment – as small as it is, never having a family or any other reason to make it even slightly bigger – and you do this with such a wide smile on your face it actually makes Price question basically everything he knows about young ladies doing charity work. You must be paid triple because you fold his underwear in neat little cubes and refuse to accept his help. Always chirped something about his hand like he can’t kill a man with his teeth only. 

— I can fold my own pants, love. 

He presses his body against the doorframe of the small bathroom – looks at your ass so shamelessly bent over the washing machine. You’re folding his dried clothes, and he can only pray that you aren’t slowly resenting him for being such a disgusting old man. He knew he looked good for his age, 37 years in this world molded him into something that many young women would consider hot – even though his beard is unkept and his hair grew a bit longer since he couldn’t be arsed to do anything about it, and his dominant hand is broken. 

— We don’t want to sprain your hand even more, right? — Everythin’ is alright with my bloody hand…

— Lady Lasswell said I shouldn’t listen to you like this, sir. Sorry. 

— Little minx. 

— Me or Lady Lasswell? 

John looks at you, so eager and cheerful, and he just wants to…he can’t, of course, he stops himself before he even forms the thought because it’s dirty and you don’t deserve this, and your shy smile as you laugh softly and push the last of the laundry in the neat pile on the washing machine. 

You look too eager to please, and he has an idea – the one he will never act upon. Maybe will entertain himself later, stroking himself in some abandoned base deep in the snowy tundra, trying to remember your warmth as if a sinner like him can even comprehend your light. 

God, you got him so bad, he starts thinking about good ol’ Jesus again. You really are a side to behold, aren’t ya. 

He looks at you again – you’re so easy to please. You cook for him, the smell of home cooking that he almost forgot, all the ingredients you invited yourself to buy when he left his card for you. You didn’t think it was weird, not a single mischievous bone in your body – if anything, he was casually prompting you to go and buy yourself something nice, something as compensation for all the trouble you endured for him. 

Instead, you went out of your way to cook for him, to make him tea like he wanted it – without sugar, but with a small amount of milk poured into a cup that is probably the most expensive thing in this whole place except for his weapons. 

The problem is – John Price doesn’t really like it when people are taking care of him. Not because he is shy or insecure, god forbid, but because he knows that if a pretty young thing like you is going to show him kindness, he will take a fucking mile and make you run from him as fast as you can. He has desires, he has needs, something that pretty good girls like you should know nothing about. 

You’re so eager to please that you’ll probably jerk him off if he were to whine about his arm being broken and his inability to get himself off because of it. Which, in turn, gives him an…idea. 

Price was never a good person – he isn’t the worst guy either. He sees your reactions, that adorable heat of your face when he brushes his knuckles over your cheek in an affectionate manner. How you are biting your lips every time you have to fold his underwear, when you cook for him, and he presses his body against yours, rocking his hips just gently enough to not make his arousal obvious. John knows you like him in more ways than just one – he doubts that such a lovegirl like you would ever agree to take care of a grumpy military man like him. 

He wonders where your father is – probably out of the picture if his precious daughter is almost crying from a desire to please a guy like him. He wonders if you have a boyfriend or if you’re seeing someone else – if you’re a virgin or you already had a series of disappointing sessions with blokes that have no idea how to behave with an angel like you. 

Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be taking care of a SAS captain – did your superiors forget to tell you just how girl-hungry men like him are? That he didn’t even bother to find a wife, and the loneliness of a single life will make him fucking explode if a girl as pretty as you were in the vicinity of that perverted old dog. You must be stupid – or so insanely naive, it’s not even funny. 

He licks his lips, staring at you again. He is certainly isn’t a good guy – not the worst either, but it’s up for debate. He wants to hold you close and say all of those pretty good things he knows you want to hear. He also wants to push you as close to him as possible and just fuck that pretty girl until you’re begging for him to make you his wife. He’d always laugh at the thought of other military commanders and higher rank soldiers having sugar babies – especially the mercs and their fucking inability to keep a girl who isn’t tied to their paychecks. But now…he might just pay for your adorable pout and eagerness. 

Might make a call to that one masked arsehole and ask how the hell he keeps his questionably young wife around without breaking her legs. Visibly, at least. 

— Sir? Planet calls for Captain Price. 

You giggle when you are waving your hand around him. Shit – looks like he zoned out for a hot minute, leaving you free to stare at his face, the fantom red spreading across his skin as if he is actually embarrassed to be caught like this. He isn’t, of course, he is stronger than some girl trying to get a rise out of him. He thinks he is stronger, at least. 

You wave your hand in front of his face again, and the insects are kicking in – captain grabs your hand, not even caring that his supposed helplessness stems from the fact his dominant hand is still broken. He has no problems keeping you in place with just his left hand – and you almost look scared when you understand that you literally can’t move. 

Your innocent smile turns into a pathetic whimper when he squeezes you even more. Bruises, no doubt, are starting to form already – well, it should be your fault. Good girls are usually smarter than teasing an old dog like him, even if you’re trying to play innocence. He knows what you are. 

His future special girl that is. A wife, if he plays his cards right…and the captain was always good at poker. 

— Shite, love. Sorry. 

His smile mirrors yours – an innocent display like he didn’t almost break your wrist in his hold. He is still squeezing your hand, but not he slowly presses his lips against your knuckles – thin, dry lips gently caressing your skin in a gesture that you should never accept from a guy who kills people as a job. Who saves people, too – but a good guy with a gun is barely an upgrade from a bad one. 

He kisses your fingers and finds heaven in the feeling of your soft skin against his lips. You are certainly embarrassed, and this is exactly what he wants – an old pervert trying to get in the pants of a cute girl who just wants to take care of him without any strings attached. He just has to make this whale thing complicated, isn’t he? 

— It’s okay, sir. Just thought I lost you for a second. 

— Not a chance. 

Your smile looks a tad bit mischievous – that is, or he is simply hallucinating from painkillers he is forced to drink every morning because you refuse to let him feel pain even though he is used to it. You are acting like he is a soft doll made out of pink ribbons and soft plushes, not a seasoned soldier with his own thoughts and ideas about what he can do about your desire to please him. He might just use your eagerness – his cock has been pitching for too long without female attention, and he usually doesn’t indulge in shitty one-night stands in some sketchy pubs, but he can make an exception for now. For you. 

You smile awkwardly, still trying to get your hand out of his grasp. Little minx, teasing him like he can’t just push you on this exact washing machine and fuck you like a slut you are. Poor girl, you probably don’t even know what kind of thoughts he has in his head – even though your eyes tell him something your lips cannot articulate. 

John acts on his instincts, and they usually don’t deceive him. 

— If you want to help so badly, I can think of another way. 

— Is that so, sir? You’re going to get him in so much shit with Lasswell, he doesn’t even know how he is going to get out of it after fucking her best little protege. Would have to marry you – like it’s not his end goal, like he doesn’t want to make your care for him a tad bit more permanent. He has done so many good things for humanity, why can’t he be a bit selfish and get himself a little something to make this place feel more like home? 

He thinks of a pretty thing like you, heavy with his kids, cooking something nice and hearty in his house – not this crappy apartment, of course, he’d buy you something in the countryside, away from terrorists and public squares, with good schools and greenery all around. 

You lick your lips and tilt your head to the side. He is daydreaming again. 

— If you want to make me relax so badly, love, there is something I need help with…

Beating around the bush like this isn’t in his character – but he knows that you’re a good girl, maybe way too good and proper. He can’t just shove his dick in your hand, it would be too unpolite. 

He has to prepare you, it’s a slow sniper mission where he needs to approach you as gently and quietly as possible – he still holds your hand in his, a phantom of his lips tucked away on the softness of your skin. 

Then he places his hand on his growing erection – as awkwardly as he can operate with only using his left arm as a helper. 

Price might not be the master of espionage, but he also didn’t get his rank for not being able to do cover missions under pressuring circumstances and lie in the faces of people who trust him. Not be the best person, of course, but he gives you a choice. You have all the power now – even with his weapons safely stashed in his bedroom, he knows he won’t ever try to force you. He won’t have to. 

— Help your captain, eh? 

You’re embarrassed, shy, scared even – your hands are trembling, fingers tracing the outline of his cock with morbid curiosity he never thought he’d find this adorable. You don’t stop and don’t try to fight him – like a little animal, nervous and terrified somewhat, you’re slowly indulging yourself in something that you actually shouldn’t. 

He lets go of your hand and allows you to continue on your own – like a good girl, you only nod and slowly duck your palm in his boxers. He’d say that the way he is rock-solid just from looking at your ass and pouting on your face is weak, but he can afford to be a bit pathetic after so many weeks without the ability to jerk off. With your watchful gaze, he just couldn’t find it in his heart – or the only remaining working hand – to do something to help with his raging crush on this adorable social worker who comes to help him. 

John is many things – a war hero, war criminal, the captain, and the butcher of many who may deem his actions irredeemable. He made peace with not being the poster good guy and often dirtying his hands just to keep the world clean – and he knows that, in the end, he deserves a pretty young thing to jerk him off while he kisses your hairline and whispers sweet nothing with that beautiful accent of his. 

— This is not very… appropriate, sir.

— Bullocks, love. You’re helpin’, that’s why you’re here. 

 You’re nervous when your hand, squeezing his shaft firmly, goes up and down on his cock. You’re trying to find the rhythm in his quiet grunts and little moans, not having too much experience with pleasuring men who you like this much. It’s fear of disappointing him that makes you go wild, that approving gaze of his every time you press your soft fingers against the head of his cock and squeeze a little. 

He is throbbing in your palm, pre-cum leaking on the small of your fingers – naturally, you lick it as slowly as possible, not breaking the eye contact. 

Price moans. 

— Bloody hell, luv…so good for daddy. 

The name makes your ears burn, the desire growing in your stomach – you fight the urge to drop on your knees and take him fully in your mouth. This isn’t what he wants, you think, so you just continue to squeeze him more, making sure he is satisfied with every little movement your hand makes. You lick your lips and continue, feeble attempts at containing the rhythm with shaky fingers. 

— I just wanted to help you with your life, not…this. 

He chuckles, unharmed hand presses on the small of your back to fix you in place. You lick your lips, understanding that he is not going to let you go this easily – you don’t want to behave like this, of course, it’s against the terms of your contract and your agreement to help him without feelings attached, but he moans so deeply for you, hips are buckling to fuck the firmness of your hand like he is ready to use your moist, prepared pussy. 

God, what are you even thinking about? 

You don’t know if you should be doing this, but the captain is not letting you go – and you can’t even do anything against his wishes, can you? 

— We really shouldn’t be doing this. 

— Quiet. I’ll help you out after my hand is healed, eh? — This isn’t what I’m talking about, sir. 

— Now, let’s not use that here. I’m sir in the field, not here. 

He is manipulating you as hard as he can – he can feel the tension in your eyes and the way you’re squeezing his cock, and he wants nothing more but to simply push you harder, make you fall apart in his hold like a precious porcelain vase. You’re sensitive and shy, just perfect for a bastard like him – his only regret is that the dumb cast on his right hand won’t really allow him to relax to have sex with you properly. 

He will pay you back later – on your back, on your knees, on your tummy, moaning his name as he plunges his seed deep into you. It was about time he’d settle down with a pretty wife of his own – he can afford you, certainly. 

— I can’t call you daddy, it’s embarrassing…

Your shy words are what send him over the edge. John Price was never a good guy to begin with, but your little pleas are enough to make him cum – and it’s certainly one of the biggest sins he has ever committed. Cute girl like you shouldn’t be so embarrassed about jerking him off, but here you are. 

Your hands are covered in cum as he continues to release his seed, only sad because he wasn’t able to breed you properly – that’s the agenda for the time when he finally is freed from this dumb cast. Might just ask Lasswell for extended leave. 

— You’ll just have to get used to this, love. Not letting you go after this. 

You can only whimper when he kisses you – possessive and tender at the same time. A silent promise of making you his dumb little wife. 

[gnomewithalaptop]

Transcendence AU Dash Simulator GO!!!

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okay but actually block me if you ship mizcor -- 'hurr durr but we age stella up' -- SHUT UPPP she's literally a minor and alcor's canonically over a million years old so how about you stop being a freak

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Babe I hate to break this to you but Mizcor's literally one of the most famous relationships in all of post-transcendental literature

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I could not have more obviously been talking about Mizar the Magnificent but you know what? Yeah classic Mizcor supporters can fuck off too actually.

Everybody likes to whip out Twin Souls like some kind of gotcha but have you even actually read it??? Like it's literally supporting demon worship and pedophilia -- both of which are EXTREMELY ILLEGAL btw. So yeah if I see any of my followers reblogging that shit I'm reporting you to the Occult Defense Agency idc if we're mutuals

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and Mizar the Magnificent isn't????

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Los Angeles 🏝️

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Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that The Scepter of Vanquished Souls, the newest book in the Wanderlust Trilogy, is now available for pre order on Glamazon!

Purchasers of the hard-cover edition will also receive never-before-seen content, including a deleted scene between Princess Samia and the Shadow King!

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I don't remember my older brother's wedding

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Today's demon of the day is Nxlar the Antithetical! Responsible for the Florida Springs Massacre of 3007, the body count for this purveyor of madness is estimated to be over 400 (source).

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I could fix her

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Lmao so Nxlar the Antithetical totally turned my apartment complex into a pile of sentient sludge yesterday. I'm fine -- I was at work when it all went down, but uh... yeah, my situation obviously just became super not-great. I hate to ask, but I don't get paid til the 15th, so if some of y'all could float me some cash just so I can get a motel room for a couple nights, I'll fr owe you a life debt

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Important PSA

So idk if y'all have been reading the news lately, but the alcor virus has been making the rounds on the interwebs again. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but PLEASE don't click any random links rn, ESPECIALLY if they're tagged with twin souls.

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Okay guys I might be crazy but what if the Shadow King was actually telling the truth when he said Princess Samia's brother is still alive??? Like, if you think about it, there's a tonnnn of foreshadowing in Crown of Ghosts and the author tweeted that there was gonna be a surprise twist in the new book sooo 👀👀

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Reminder that you are beautiful exactly as you are and there are thousands who would sell their souls to imitate what you do naturally <3

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maybe the real virus was the friends we made along the way <3

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No, the real virus is me. Don't take credit for my accomplishments.

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I just want to get dicked down again =/

[gatorbites-imagines]

141 X Male Reader where they are surprised that Male Reader is older than all of them, (even Price) and still moves like he's 20 on the field and they all gush over him...

141 x male reader

Headcanons

John Price

-          Google says Price is 37 but there is no fucking way that man is only 37 if you ask me. That mans gotta be at least 40. So, when you sprint faster than any of the others and move like a 20 year old, he’s honestly amazed.

-          When he asks how you do it you just shrug and say you do yoga sometimes but besides that you are just like that. The two of you like to smoke together at times to take a break, where you two just talk casually and hang out.

-          He wouldn’t verbalize it, but he finds it attractive, I mean who wouldn’t right? Seeing a 40+ man pick up enemies and throwing them around like ragdolls does something to a man. He wouldn’t flirt super obviously, but he does say some flirty comments every now and then.

-          Because you are closer in age the two of you spend more time together, like going for runs in the early morning and things like that.

 Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-          Gaz would look up to you but also thirst for you, because how can he not. It especially becomes a thirst when during a mission you just throw him over your shoulder like he weighs nothing and sprints away from enemies.

-          He would go to you for advice when working out so he can be just as energetic as you when he at some point gets older, its also because he gets to look you up and down as you show him how to do certain exercises, but who’s gonna call him out for that.

-          I feel like he teaches you slang that you don’t normally understand since there’s such an age difference between you and some of the younger recruits.

-          He doesn’t preen as much as Ghost, but Gaz likes when you compliment him too, it motivates him to work harder so he can be someone you feel proud of.

 Simon “Ghost” Riley

-          Simon “Daddy issues” Riley would be the thirstiest if you ask for my opinion honestly,,, I think he very much as a thing for older men, now be it a preference or because of his past idk but he does.

-          Wouldn’t show it but there’s part of him that tries to impress you, and he preens when you compliment him. He isn’t as good at hiding it as he thinks cuz the others definitely tease him about it.

-          Does his best to keep up with you and has pushed himself too far on multiple occasions which leads to you having to patch him up whilst scolding him and telling him he has to remember to take care of himself.

-          When you say you don’t wanna lose him because he’s working himself to the bone, he goes a little red under his balaclava, not that he would ever admit this.

 John “Soap” MacTavish

-          Soap would not believe your age when you first met, and its only after hes seen your documents that he begrudgingly accepts that you are older than Price but fresher than everyone else here.

-          I feel Soap is the one who doesn’t feel shame to flirt with you very openly, like touching your biceps or asking you to spar with him, and whilst sparring he makes all kinds of passes.

-          You would just think he was joking of course since your major age difference and tell Soap to shove it since his distraction tactic wont work, and that if he wants to get the upper hand, he should try something else.

-          He would very much like when you pick him up and pin him, even if you don’t believe hes truly flirting with you. He does sit down with his face in his hands later because you just cant seem to take a hint sometimes, but it only motivates him to try harder to make you swoon.

[johnsgunbelt]

Is its not a bother could y’all please write about Latina reader who has a thick accent and is together with price and she’s young

Who cares about a little age gap? - John Price

Pairing: John Price x Younger!Latina Fem Reader

Warnings: Violent threats?, Poorly translated spanish (I apologise :( I don't speak Spanish but I tried!),Slight age gap.

John is 37 years old, but that's not a secret. I mean his whole squad calls him old all the time. But when he met you, he was surprised with how young you were, I mean 22? He didn’t have an issue though. What's a little age gap?

He was especially in love with that thick and heavy accent you had. He didn’t care if people hated it and made weird faces; he adored it, at least when you weren’t screaming.

But when you had stopped by the base and he said something stupid and all you said in a stern tone was, “Cuida tu lenguaje.” ((Watch your mouth.)) He froze and then shut up and let you speak to the boys.

Now let’s be real, when Alejandro found out you spoke spanish when he was brought back to the base. You became his number 1 target for flirting.

“Hol’on lovie I’ll be right back I just gotta grab something. Soap, watch them BOTH please.” Price pressed a small kiss to your cheek and you rolled your eyes. “Me apetece ver a alguien más que hable español por aquí.” ((Fancy seeing someone else who speaks spanish here.)) You gave him a side-eye and just said calmly. “El tipo que te atrapó es mi novio. No es amable con la gente que me coquetea.” ((The guy who caught you is my boyfriend. He is not kind to people who hit on me.)) Alejandro rolled his eyes as Price walked back in and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You loved cooking traditional meals from your culture for the boys and having them try new things was amazing. “What are you making?” You heard Price’s soft voice speak up as they all watched you intently “croquetas, you’ll like them.” And they all did, their mouths were watering eating them.

When Price watched you scream in spanish for the first time it was at Ghost because he said something dumb. “¡PIENSAS QUE ERES TAN DIVERTIDA QUE CORTARÉ  TUS BOLAS!” He never fucked with you after you screamed at him.

[yawnderu]

People who hc price as some crusty old technologically illiterate boomer are not only so wrong for that but it’s kinda lame atp. There’s other ways to highlight an age difference without completely disregarding his canon age. For a more fun example I work with people in their late thirties, They’re all tech savvy and intelligent but online culture is just weird to them and they ask me about memes all the time.

(Elder gen z, being 22 but I’m the youngest on the team. Picture a bunch of mid to late thirties blue collar workers standing around in mud borderline begging me to explain what the hell a skibidi toilet is and why their nephews can’t shut up about it. Sometimes I’m at a complete loss too.)

They also ALL simultaneously offer me cigarettes constantly but say « good girl don’t start » when I say no thanks. I don’t get it

I could never date price (he’s hot as fuck but I just couldn’t 😭) but he would probably be my work bestie and go to the shooting range with him

The way you're living my dream bc I love older men

Also saying ''good girl'' HELLO?? We're sucking dick and taking everybody's man. KJNLEFHKJNEFKJNEFBJKHEFJBHK

Yeah I totally get that!! I think a lot of people forget that Price is literally only 37— 37 isn't even old, and people that age don't act like boomers 😭😭

Also people seem to forget he HAS to be good at tech?? He's literally a Captain, he's not gonna have a stroke by using a smartphone. I think a mix of the tiktok girlies making those dumbass headcanons + the fact that Price gets called ''old man'' by multiple people makes others believe he's like 60.

ALSO, Simon is literally only 2 years younger than Price but I never see you guys portraying him like that 🤨JHNEFBHEFHJ

[lululawrence]

Sus' 40 to 40 Countdown: 37 Days

Today's theme for the fic rec is:

Fics Written in the Random Years @fallinglikethis Chose

All I Need is Oxygen (and You) - Harry/Louis (High School AU, popular Louis, band geek Harry, pining, humor, fluff)

A High School AU where Harry is a bandie and Louis is the epitome of cool, so naturally, Harry must find a way to get his attention and win his affections.

A Real Work of Art - Harry/Louis (High School AU, friends to lovers, next door neighbors, makeovers)

The one where Harry calls on an old friend, the super popular Louis Tomlinson, to help him change his look to capture the heart of Logan. Things only mostly go as planned.

The Goat Guy of Bethlehem - Harry/Louis (Advent fic, Christmastime, strangers to friends to lovers, humor, crack fic)

Every year, Harry and his family attend a church festival called Bethlehem. Harry's freshman year of high school Bethlehem expands, bringing in new vendors, including one that just might change everything for Harry. But first, he has to see if Anne and Robin are willing to part with him for the price of a few goats.

You know I love you, babe - Nick Grimshaw/Louis (canon compliant, established relationship, miscommunication, humor)

The one where Nick fucks up and scrambles to make it right. Too bad that just makes things worse.

All 40 to 40 Countdown Posts

[thelocalbozo]

RAHHHH FUCK YOU AND YOUR WEIRD ASS AGEPLAY, THE CAPTAIN PRICE WOULD NEVER

PRICE IS NOT DATING RECRUITS YOU FREAKS!! Y’ALL ARE SO WEIRD!!

PRICE IS A 37 YEAR OLD MAN! HE’S NOT DATING AN 18 YEAR OLD RECRUIT! THEY ARE DAMN NEAR 20 YEARS YOUNDER THAN HIM!!

Disgusting asses

Man’s probably wouldn’t date anyone 5-10 years younger than him. Y’all making him fuckin’ pedophilic and the Captain Jonathan Price would never! Please I beg of you, make your oc older if you want to ship him with them, ain’t no reason there needs to be 20 years age difference! That’s wild!

IT’D BE WEIRD IN REAL LIFE, IT’S WEIRD IN FICTION TOOOO

[callsign-bunnie]

Some Gaz and Alex fluff. They meet as teenagers at a beach and Gaz watches Alex surfing/playing beach volleyball and they have a cute summer romance.

I'm not really good at writing teen romances. However, I thought this was a funnier idea.

--

Gaz was having a conundrum. Of course, between falling out of two helicopters, having just gotten rid of a corrupted American General, and then constantly having to deal with a cartel leader who couldn’t quite decide if she was the group Vodka Aunt or their worst nightmare…

When was Gaz not having a conundrum?

Whatever, Gaz was having a massive conundrum. The biggest conundrum. The worst conundrum. What was the origin of the word conundrum, anyway?

Focus, Gaz. The conundrum. 

(The origin is unknown, but it was recorded as early as the 1600s so it’s an old word. It sounds like something that Shakespeare would make up.)

He and Alex had been dating for a while and the fact that he had only just put the pieces together, now, was honestly embarrassing. So embarrassing, in fact, that he just had to tell Price about it. Price was close enough to his dad and Laswell was currently with the aforementioned CIA agent on a mission for Farah. And, seeing as it was almost Christmas…

Well, it was November, but who fucking cares?

Anyway.

Gaz had waited until it was just him and Price at the ranch house before plopping down on the emerald green couch beside Price. He paused, touching over the material. He knew Rudy had picked all of the furniture and… damn. He had taste. It felt expensive. Fuck, it looked expensive.

Focus, Gaz! The conundrum!

“Sir, I need to talk to you about something.”

Price paused where he’d been reading a book, his reading glasses on, and he looked up at the wall. “Can it wait, Garrick?”

“No it cannot. It is fairly important. I am having a conundrum.” Gaz looked at Price, who didn’t move. He narrowed his eyes at the cover of the book. “The Twin Flames of Desire?” He raised an eyebrow, watching his Captain turn a deep dark shade of red. “Isn’t that- Isn’t that a firefighter erotica? That one that Soap was gushing over about the two firefighters who meet and charm that librarian? It turns out they’re both fucking and they want the librarian to join them as their third?” It was an MLM erotica. Gaz didn’t read many eroticas and, in fact, Soap had mentioned listening to the audiobook.

But, Soap had went over the plot in excruciating detail to Rudy and Gaz and Gaz remembered Price had been in the room, too. He hadn’t thought he was listening, though. 

“Alright, alright!” Price dog-eared the page and put the book down. “You have my attention, Garrick.”

“Nah, nah, the conundrum can wait a minute.” Gaz shook his head. “I didn’t know you had such… proclivities, captain.” He chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “I thought you and Nik were rather… uh…”

“Oh, can it!” Price huffed. “I’m a 37 year old man, of course I have.. proclivities. Don’t be juvenile, sergeant.”

“My apologies, Captain, I’m just taking the piss a little.” Gaz laughed, finding how flustered Price seemed to be getting to be a little amusing. 

Price rolled his eyes. “Don’t get cheeky. Just tell me the damn conundrum.”

“Right,” Gaz nodded and straightened back up. “But first… I have to tell you a story.”

Price groaned. “Gaz, can you just tell me the problem? I don’t have time for a story.”

“My apologies, I’ll just leave you with… what was his name? Damian Flame?” Gaz joked, making a motion as if he was about to stand.

“God, fine, you can tell me whatever story as long as you promise to never bring this up again.” Price rolled his eyes. “I found it in Rodolfo’s library, can’t you go tease him about it?”

“No, because that tracks for Rodolfo.” Gaz shook his head. “I doubt he’d even be ashamed over it. You, on the other hand….”

“The story, Garrick.”

Gaz laughed. “Right.” He nodded and sighed, trying to figure out where to start. “So… when I was 14, my foster family and I went to the states on vacation.”

-

Kyle looked around as his foster family went down to the beach. There were a decent amount of them, but most of them were teenagers at that rate. Well… Kyle was the youngest, so all of them were teenagers. He was 15, in fact, though he was pretty tall for being 15.

“Kyle!” His foster mother called and Kyle quickly jogged over, frowning. 

“Yes?” He asked when he got close, watching her spread out a blanket. Already, his mind was counting his foster siblings nearby, seeing who all had already ditched them for the water.

There were 10 of them, total, but he could only count four, not including himself. Then he could spot the others scattered around the beach, already taking part in activities. It made sense, most of his foster siblings were more social than he was. Kyle was… well, a bit of an introvert. He didn’t mind it, but he definitely wasn’t going to find himself participating in volleyball or anything like that.

Definitely going to swim, though. 

He turned to his foster mother before helping her use the cooler to weigh down the blanket, accepting a popsicle when she offered it. “Did you need anything else?” He asked, assuming she’d just wanted help.

“Yes,” she nodded. “You know how your sister is, I need to talk to the lifeguards about her accommodations.”

Kyle resisted rolling his eyes. One, because he did not think she had to do that, and two because of course she was getting him to do it. She knew he didn’t really like talking to new people, which was probably why she was asking him. He knew it wasn’t out of malicious intent, she just felt it was her duty to prepare him for the real world.

The real world… the mysterious other world that everyone kept telling him to get ready for. As if he was being sent on a rocketship to a mysterious other planet. 

Kyle still nodded and said he would do it, turning and looking around for the little building the lifeguard resided in. Well, he spotted the tower first, before seeing that the building was built into it, and then he spotted the lifeguard.

His mind stuttered as his eyes caught on him. He was tall, quite a bit taller than Kyle, but seeing as he was clearly an adult and Kyle was only 15, that made sense. Blonde and toned and… bloody gorgeous. Oh no. Oh no no no.

Kyle knew he was gay. That… was fairly obvious. His foster family knew, too, and they had stated many times that they didn’t care. He didn’t necessarily just randomly tell other people, but he had the feeling it was fairly obvious. 

He took a deep breath. “Mum, are you sure you can’t get David to do it?”

“Kyle, I asked you to. Just go talk to them and tell them I need to talk to them.”

Kyle did stop to question why she wasn’t just going to the tower and talking to them, herself, but he shrugged that off and took a deep breath. “Alright… I will.” He more mumbled it, doubting she even heard, and he finally took the first step.

His heart quickened as he approached the lifeguard’s tower and he glanced in the building, praying there was another lifeguard who was closer to his age or… not completely gorgeous in the building but… it was empty.

It made sense. He glanced around, noticing that the beach didn’t appear super busy, and so it made sense that they’d only have one Lifeguard. It was also Wednesday… He finally allowed himself to look up, glad to see the Lifeguard was not looking at him.

Instead, he was looking out at the beach through sunglasses. Aviators, he was pretty sure they were called. 

“Um…” Kyle winced at how weak his voice was. “E-Excuse me!” He finally managed, turning dark red at how almost squeaky his voice was. God, this was mortifying.

However, it had worked because then the lifeguard was looking down at him and he was half grinning, dropping down in front of Kyle. Kyle quickly stumbled back, putting some distance between them and trying so very hard not to let his eyes wonder. “You need something?” The lifeguard asked.

Kyle clenched his hands into fists, forcing his eyes to look anywhere else, settling on an umbrella in the distance. “My um… My mum needs to talk to you. My sister, she has these accommodations-”

“Oh, cool.” The lifeguard nodded and then ducked into the building. Kyle leaned into the building, confused.

Kyle frowned and watched him as he sat down at the chair in there, noticing a computer. And that the building had a floor. Huh, he didn’t know they had like… things in them. He just thought they were little buildings for shade. He ducked back as the lifeguard looked at him, blushing dark.

“You can come in, kid.” The lifeguard laughed. “I don’t bite.”

Oh, that statement did embarrassing things to Kyle’s brain. His brother, David, would have likely responded with “not even if I ask nicely?” But Kyle absolutely was not saying that. This was embarrassing. He peeked back in before shaking his head, deciding to go with the safe option and just not. 

The Lifeguard frowned before shrugging and then he was grabbing a clipboard, sticking a paper in it, and coming back out. “Can you take this to your mom and then tell her I’ll come talk to her in like thirty minutes when my shift ends? Braeden should be here to relieve me and I’ll go over details so I can tell everyone else. Cool?”

Kyle blinked, staring at the clipboard. “Yeah, I can.” He took the clipboard, trying not to blush again. God, get it together, Kyle. He hugged the clipboard and backed up, watching the lifeguard go back up the stairs to the top of the tower. “Oh, wait!” He called before he could stop himself. “My mum will want to know your name!”

“Alex!” The lifeguard called back down, leaning against the rail of the tower, again. “I’m the only one on staff with that name!”

“Awesome.” Kyle mumbled and finally ran off to go talk to his mom again. He held out the clipboard when he got close to her, relaxing when she took it. “He’s the only lifeguard, so he’ll come talk to you when his shift ends in thirty minutes.”

His mom looked down at the clipboard and then shrugged. “What’s his name?” She asked as she got out a pen, starting to fill out the paperwork.

Kyle blushed. “Alex.” He liked having the lifeguard’s name. He knew there was no chance in hell but… At least he had a name. Alex. It was simple, likely something he’d find in his sister’s romance books. 

He glanced back over at the lifeguard, seeing he was now talking to another lifeguard who had likely just arrived. Huh, he hadn’t thought it’d been thirty minutes, yet. But, as he watched Alex move, hating that he was able to pick up how his swim shorts hung off his hips a little, revealing a v-line that Kyle had to fight his mind not to take interest in.

God, the fucking sunshine was reflecting off his fucking abs… 

Yeah, Alex was definitely the guy on the cover, too. He hoped Alex wouldn’t have too many shifts or else this summer would be torturous… He quickly looked away, turning dark red as Alex glanced at him. Fuck. Don’t be fucking obvious, you idiot.

He looked at his mum, who was continuing to fill out paperwork. Then he was being shoved, lightly, almost losing his balance. He huffed and turned to look at David, who was laughing. “Kyle’s got a crush.”

“I do not!” Kyle immediately defended.

David just laughed harder. “Yes you do! It’s so obvious! Anyway, I was coming over to ask if you wanted to come with me and these girls I just met to the surf beach tomorrow.”

“You don’t surf.” Kyle made a face. Neither did he, for that matter. They were both on the swim team, but… Kyle was planning to quit and David sucked at it. He narrowed his eyes. “And I’m guessing these are pretty girls?”

“They’re total fucking babes.”

“You’re british!” Kyle exclaimed. “You don’t even use that lingo!” He crossed his arms and then groaned as David put his hands together and made a pleading face. “Prick. Fine. We can go to the surf beach. But I’m not saving your ass if you fall off your board. What did you tell them?”

David winced, looking sheepish. “I may have told them… that I was a surf champion in England…”

“You. Don’t. Surf.” Kyle slapped his forehead, groaning. 

“Well, I don’t plan on getting on a surfboard.” David shrugged. “I’ll charm them with my wit, and then they’ll never even notice that I’m not on a board. Besides, I just want to get with the main one. Look at her.” 

Kyle looked to where David gestured, seeing a girl around their age. Well, David’s age, since he was 16, and seeing a blonde girl. She had obviously permed hair and she was… wearing hoops at the beach. Clearly, she didn’t plan on swimming, regardless, and her swimsuit was rather showy… Of course David went for that one. “You think you have a chance with her?” Well, he looked at David.

David had been adopted from Korea. However, he was as tall as Kyle, and he had a considerable amount of charisma. And a stupid amount of confidence. A dangerous amount of confidence. Kyle had watched him manage to get with girls way out of his league… 

David grinned and puffed out his chest. “No. But I’m gonna try, anyway.”

“Great.” Kyle rolled his eyes. He yelped as he was suddenly shoved over, watching David laugh and run off. “Prick!” He called and brushed sand off himself, groaning. Falling in sand fucking hurt. 

“Hey, you okay?”

Oh no… Fucking David! Kyle winced and looked up at Alex, who was offering his hand to help Kyle up. Kyle blushed dark, knowing David had to have done this on purpose. He hesitantly accepted the hand, letting Alex help him up and then quickly letting go and pulling away. 

Alex smiled at him. “You good?” 

He had his sunglasses off, now, and they were folded on the lanyard which had his whistle on it. Kyle blushed darker and quickly pulled his eyes up before he started to look at the skin around it. Alex looked concerned. “Did you hit your head?”

Kyle quickly shook his head. “No. Just fell on my back. Yeah, I’m fine.” He was not fine, this was embarrassing and he was going to kill David. 

“Hello, you must be Alex.” His mum finally came over, catching Alex’s attention. She offered a hand, which Alex shook, and Kyle glanced around for David, seeing he was over by the girls again.

David grinned when he saw him and waved him over, so Kyle rolled his eyes and went over. “I’m going to kill you.” He muttered when he got close.

David laughed. “The girls,” he gestured around the group of four girls, and Kyle just sort of nodded at them, “said that that lifeguard that’s talking to Mom is a surfer, too.”

Oh no. 

“Oh?” Kyle pinned David with a glare, getting an idea where this was going. “And what about it?”

“They said he should be at the surf beach tomorrow.” David grinned. “Apparently lots of the girls fawn over him, but he’s… you know…” He gestured.

“He’s gay!” One of the girls spoke up. Kyle noticed she looked a lot like Tiffany. Like… uncannily like Tiffany, who was standing right next to her. But, her hair was straight. “It’s horrible.”

Kyle knew they likely weren’t being homophobic, probably just lamenting that this meant he wouldn’t be interested in them, but he still had to fight hard not to say something. He looked at the sky for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Interesting.” He mumbled. “David, can I talk to you?”

“Yeah, sure.” David answered, so Kyle grabbed his arm and yanked him away from the group. “Ouch.”

“I’m going to kill you.” Kyle glared at him. “I need you to know that. Watch your fucking back this entire vacation because when you least expect it, I will be there.”

“Christ, okay, Batman.” David pulled his arm away and rubbed it. “Bloody hell. I was doing you a favor. Clearly you like him.”

“He’s an adult.”

“Ah! He’s just turned 18. Like a week ago.” David defended. “You’re 15 and a half! That’s only like… a two and a half year age difference!”

This was not helping Kyle’s resolve to kill David. “It’s weird.”

“Nah…” David grinned. “I’m just trying to be your wingman. Come on, mate, live a little.” He punched Kyle’s shoulder and Kyle resisted punching him. In fact, he had a very vivid image of it flashing through his head. 

Kyle looked away, seeing Alex was now joking with his mom. Well… maybe it’d be nice to watch him surf. If he was with that group of girls, he’d likely just be able to pass it off as watching because they were. “Fine, fine.” He muttered. “But, on one condition.”

“Oh no.” David winced. “What is it?”

“You have to try to surf in front of everyone.” Kyle grinned, crossing his arms. “Then, I’ll come.”

David groaned. “You’re fucking evil. Fine. Bloody hell… Pure evil, Kyle.”

Kyle stuck his tongue out before shaking his head. God, he was not looking forward to the next day…

-

Gaz jumped as the front door opened and he saw Rudy and Soap were coming back in. They’d been apparently hanging out. They’d invited Gaz along, but he hadn’t wanted to go.

“I’ll tell you the rest, later.” Gaz told Price, who had his head leaned back against the couch, his hat over his face.

“Sure, kid.” Price answered and Gaz got up to go ask Rudy and Soap what they’d done that day.

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[yipyipmf]

i wrote this not too long ago and kinda forgot ab it after sending it to a friend LOL. daddy issues are on high

tw: smut, p in v, some harshness, price being the father😉 figure we all need (lmk if i forgot anything)

price x reader (dunno a title)

—————

the day only started 4 hours ago, and i’m already ready to light the whole base on fire.

i woke up with a pounding headache, couldn’t find any matching socks, and everyone had already used all of the hot water. morning training went by slow as shit, and ghost barking orders wasn’t helping the still-existing headache.

although the lunches are never appealing, i was looking forward to it all day. we were finally able to set up an actual kitchen on base, and soap promised he’d make his “very genuine scottish soup”. (whatever that means). my mediocre (sorry soap) lunch was cut very short when price walked in.

john price; captain of taskforce 141, the most experienced of us all, as well as the oldest. at 37 years old, he is a little over a decade older than me, but still kicks ass better than some of these teenage recruits we gained this year.

he’s also my boyfriend.

nobody knows, but i’m sure they all have their suspicions. his nicknames, our not-so-sly longing stares; not to mention how often he calls me into his office for “help with emails”. today was no different.

“sergeant y/l/n, i hate to cut your lunch short. but laswell just found some information about makarov and we need your help decrypting some of the wording.”

he spoke, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed along his broad chest.

i sigh, not knowing if he truly needs help at the mention of laswell, or if i’m going to have to tell him about my day. i give soap a small ‘thank you’ and put my dishes in the sink on my way out. once out of eye line, price lays a gentle hand on the small of my back,

“your headache okay?”

i shoot him a confused stare, “how’d you know about my headache?”

“simon told me you had taken about 4 tylenols before stretching. i know you all too well little girl.”

i blush at the nickname. whenever we first got together, i wasn’t really sure of johns intentions. however, i slowly learned to realize that he’s not some creepo who wants a younger girl; he truly just wants me.

i smile at the thought as we step into his office, and smile a hair more after realizing his laswell story was total shit. i move a couple of files off his desk and sit on top, swinging my legs as i turn my attention back to him, confusion taking over as i take in his stance; stoic, serious, stern.

“simon also told me that you had been a little snappy with some recruits this morning”, he says, taking a step towards me, “the hell makes you think you can start barking orders around, sergeant?”

my jaw drops at the rank calling, “i wasn’t barking orders! they were just going too slow. they needed to move the hell along.”

he cocks a brow, “oh? so are we just feeling bratty today?” he smirks as he finally settled his body between my thighs, hands on either side of my body, caging me in.

i gulp, “no. i wasn’t bratty. i was just..” i pause, “helping them.”

“helping them? huh.” he tsks, shaking his head, “i’m still calling it bratty. but i think i know what’ll fix all that.”

“and what’s that, captain?” i ponder, throwing his rank around like he did mine.

“get on your knees and you’ll find out.”

my body gets hot, my cheeks flush, but i keep my head up high, “no.”

“no?”

“no.” i shrug, sighing and rolling my head to the side, “don’t feel like it.”

john cocks another brow before i feel a harsh tug to my hair, gasping as my head is yanked back and his face appears above mine.

“you’re gonna fucking feel like it, brat. get. on. your. knees.”

i suck in a breath as he yanks my head back forward and pulls my body down to the floor in front of him. he unbuckles just belt and doesn’t bother taking any clothes off; just pulls his cock through his boxers and zipper hole. i don’t move, just stare. i know it’ll rile him up more.

he lets out a low groan before grabbing his hard on and slaps it against my cheek. he continues to do so around my face, getting angrier and angrier with each one.

“princess you better open your mouth right now or so help me god, i will fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”

i smirk, “i like a challenge.”

before he can say anything else, i cave in and open my mouth, instantly gagging as he slams in. he keeps a rough pace as he sets a fast pace, gripping onto my hair to keep me steady, spit going all over his pelvic area and my cheeks. he’s groaning above me, keeping eye contact while mine roll to the back of my head.

“yeah? a challenge huh? god you can’t shut up sometimes. maybe i should get a ball gag just so you can’t fucking talk.”

i moan around his cock at his words, feeling him shudder. he gives a few more harsh thrusts before he slams back into my throat, holding steady and groaning quietly as i feel his cum shooting down. he slowly pulls out, and i make sure he sees me swallow.

“good girl. see what you get when you listen?” i nod, trying to catch my breath.

“good. lean on the desk, ass facing me.”

i stand back up, choosing to ignore the pain in my knees and follow his orders. i settle my hips against the edge of his desk, hold onto the other side, and spread my legs. i’m still in my PT gear, which means easy access to him. i gasp as he pulls my shorts and underwear down in one pull, the cold air of his office rushing quickly to my soaked cunt.

he chucked at my reaction, slowly working a finger along my folds and to my clit, giving it small slow rubs.

“are you going to listen? quit barking around orders and being a brat?”

i stay silent.

“i said,” he leans in close, instantly sliding 2 fingers into my hole. i moan out, “are you going to quit being a brat?”

“yes, fuck john yes, please.” i whimper as he speeds up his fingers. he keeps up with this for a short few seconds before taking them out. i start to whine before feeling the tip

of his cock right against my hole.

“that’s what i like to hear sweetheart.” he gives me to time to respond before slamming in, much like he did my throat only a few moments ago. i bite my lip as he sets a rough and fast pace, his hands on my hips to keep me grounded. i move to cross my arms, laying my head down and moaning out.

after a moment, his fingers land back on my clit, rubbing fast circles in time with his thrusts. i bite my arm to keep my noises down, feeling the tight coil in my stomach beginning to unravel. i feel a hand weave through the hair at the nape of my neck, whimpering as my head is yanked up once again.

“j-john, please, fuck. please im gonna come. please please please.” i beg, trying to keep my voice down as to not alert anybody in the hallway. not that it matters anyways, john is slamming in so hard i swear i hear his desk moving against the floor.

“you promise me you’re gonna quit? gonna let us higher ranks handle the recruits, huh? gonna be a good girl for me princess?”

“yes! john yes! please!”

he lets go of my head and it falls back to my arms, “come.”

that’s all i needed before i was biting my arm again, finally letting the coil in my stomach burst. i can feel myself squeezing his cock, but i don’t care. he keeps his pace as i’m coming down, soon feeling his second load shoot into me.

we both take a moment to catch our breathes before he pulls out, helping me settle into his chair. i don’t speak as i watch him grab a water bottle from his cabinet, handing it over; i gulp down half the bottle.

“i’m sorry if i was too rough on you.” he mumbles, taking the bottle back and putting the cap back on before setting it on his desk. i smile as he hands me my clothes, zipping and buckling up his down.

“you weren’t, i promise. i’m sorry about everything this morning, just been a bad day.“

he lifts me from his chair, settling me back into his lap and grabbing a piece of hair to twirl around, “it’s okay love. just tell someone next time, okay?”

i nod my head and smile.

—dinner—

i give john a small smile as i sit next to him in the kitchen, thanking him for making me a grilled cheese instead of soaps ‘other genuine scottish recipe.‘

we all laugh and joke for a while before i catch ghost handing gaz a $20 bill across the table.

“wait, i was right? I WAS RIGHT?” he exclaimed, slowly turning to john and i. we shoot each other a confused glance, before realizing what had just happened.

“YOU ALL MADE A BET?”

lord. these boys are going to be the death of me.

[tragedycoded]

Why is Royston short

Anon! Hello!

So for the first three drafts, all the main characters were six feet tall. I must have been trying to make a joke about Western protagonists or smth. Or they were just lumps of clay in my brain. IDK, man. I smoke a lot of weed.

Remember this is set between 1872-1874, and the main characters were born between 1828 and 1835. Everyone is 37-45 years old, excepting Hofer's children. Not important.

I learned about something called the Antebellum Puzzle, which was where the male U.S. population's height began declining in the years leading up to the Civil War.

Farmers weren't making enough to keep up with industrialization, and a lot of farmers were focusing more on non-food production (cotton and tobacco) so the price of food went up. Between 1840 and 1870, the American diet fucking sucked. I haven't taken an economics course since Bush Jr. was in office, don't ask me to explain this in any great detail.

So I decided to adjust the men's heights.

The average height in the late 19th century for a man was 5'7". I believe. Give or take a couple inches. I don't have my notebook open.

Hofer stayed 6' tall, because he comes from an affluential family who wouldn't have been affected by the rising cost of food and would have been able to afford actual nutritious ingredients. Still would have been unusually tall for the time.

Sullivan got knocked down to 5'9", which is still slightly above-average but respectable for a man with his background. (He's from Kentucky.)

Royston grew up in poverty, was subjected to severe neglect when he was a small child, was sent to work in a glass factory instead of receiving an education, and ran away from home when he was 13 because Reasons. Children who don't eat don't tend to grow. After discussing it with The Squad (there was a post about it on my old blog but LOL that got nuked) I decided fuck it. Make him 5'4".

TLDR: Representation.

[collinnmckinley]

Okay so let me be blunt for a second cause I feel like I have to make something very fucking clear. Yall have some FUCKING NERVE to call, John Price, "PEPAW". Y'all really want start a real ass beef with me. I am SICK AND TIRED of people making him into a fucking senior citizen that lives in a nursing home but too stubborn to live there because he's a war addict. HE IS 37 FUCKING YEARS OLD MY. GOD!!! the AUDACITY!

[thatgoblin]

Listen here, bitches. I swear to ANY GOD, the next time I see PeePaw Captain Price, I will lose it.

HE'S 37 IN COD MW 2 REMAKE THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING!?

I AM IN THAT AGE RANGE AND I DON'T APPRECIATE THE FUCKING CONCEPT OF BEING OLD! LITERALLY IN 4 YEARS I WILL BE 37! FUCKING STOP IT!

THIS IS A 37 YEAR OLD MAN WHO IS NOT OLD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR FATHER UNLESS HE GOT YOUR MOTHER PREGANANT AT 15!

THIS IS A MAN OLD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR FATHER AND GRANDFATHER! (Mike 'Thatcher' Baker from R6 who is canonically 60ish.)

THOUGH THEY MAY LOOK SIMILAR THEY ARE NOT!

NOW FUCKING STOP IT!

[n41r]

Sorting My "Love and Berry" Cards Collection

So few days ago, for no damn reason, I suddenly remembers about my old obsession for "Love and Berry" and "Kitten Dance Channel"

I decided to open them and sort my cards collection out at that night

I'm only going to write about my Love and Berry cards tho, my collection for Kitten Dance Channel is not that impressive, since the game's machine kind of disappeared and I got busy with school at that year-

...I would love to be able to play either of this game again, tho I love them

TLDR; I have lots of cards, which some are bootlegs (but usable on the machine) and some are official Also, showcase of some of my favorite cards

So, let's start this long ass story

This album is already filled to the brim- I have more cards than it can hold, and kept the rest of the cards inside a plastic bag-

Which... is actually a good thing, because without young Ris knowing, this album is made of fucking PVC So most of the cards that are stored inside the album have become roughs and dusty-

But, it didn't really saddens, contrary to expectations

Why?

Because most of the cards inside the album are bootleg cards-

Okay okay, hear me out- I don't know how it is outside of Indonesia, but in this country, we have some vendors who used to sell Love and Berry bootleg cards in boxes for about Rp 20k - 50k (I don't remember the exact price anymore)

But funnily enough, even tho those cards are not official ones from the machine, you can use them on the machine-

I am not lying- There are some bootleg cards that can't be used on the machine out there, but the ones that I have here are usable and very precious to me-

Anyway, back to sorting-

The sorting started with dividing the cards' types and whether it was an official cards or not With the bootleg cards on the top row, the official ones on the middle, and another version of the bootleg ones on the last row

As you can see, my bootleg cards are a lotsa- As I have said before, I have unhealthy obsession with cards And even tho I never went out of my way to try to collect a complete volume like a mad man, this collection have a pretty concerning numbers-

((Please ignore my horrendous English, I was hungry and out of focus when writing this-))

As written on the photo, I have a total of 165 cards, in which 128 cards are bootleg, and 37 are official cards from the machine

Also, I'm planning on buying sleeves for the official cards, that's why I wrote down the size of the card- I'll probably put them alongside my Oreca Battle card pages, because why not? Both are my precious collection after all

And now, I hope I won't end up looking like bragging, but I want to proudly present some of my favorite cards from my collection,

First of all, the card I always use when playing,

The Magical Clock

This card add few more seconds at the dressing up part, which really help because my album is full, and it's kind of hard trying to scan through my collection because the lucky color is always random-

Here you'll notice I have two version of the card And it's because the yellow one is the bootleg one, while the pink one is from the machine-

And now, from the bootleg cards section,

Cherry Sweetheart and Lemon-Lime Twist

And side-by-side nonetheless~ These two are the costume that Love and Berry used in some of their official art~ I also have their corresponding footwear, but I kind of lazy to pull em out of the sleeve to photo-

Lace Lilac and Green Little Fairy

These two dresses inspires some of my OCs outfit, so they hold a precious spot in my heart~

Especially Lace Lilac, because my favorite stage ingame is the one with Blue Danube It was my favorite stage because,

Dresses and fancy gowns~

The arcade is noisy as heck and I remember Blue Danube by heart, so I always get perfect score at this stage-

And now, from the official cards section,

On the bottom row, we have lotsa of purple adjacent cards, because it was my favorite color at the time- I especially loved the Comfy Sweater one, because it's so cute- I also have a platform shoes card that goes very well with this card

And on the upper row... I included these cards because they felt extra special Why? Because this set of outfit is worn by Berry on the back of Ver. 15 cards!

I never get Love's outfit tho, but I do have her shoes Pretty funny, huh? I have a complete set for Berry's outfit, but only have Love's shoes-

And to end this card showcase,

Fitted Tee Girl

The outfit that Love wore on so many official arts for the game!!! Never get the shoes or any of Berry's outfit tho, but I'm so happy to have this one card~

And that's the end of it! I don't know if the machine for this game still exit within my country or not, but if by any miracle I would have an encounter with it, I would love to immortalize the memory, whether by recording or just photos

[wolftracked]

elias. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • memes. • thread tracker.

Is that HENRY CAVILL? No, that’s ELIAS HAWKINS. The 37 year old WIND MOON - WEREDOG OMEGA MALE is a SOFTWARE ENGINEER & SEARCH PARTY (TRACKER AGENT). If you ask their friends, they’re known to be GENTLE & EDUCATED, but beware, they’re also known to be PERFECTIONIST & WORKAHOLIC. Their friends also say that they’re into BODY WORSHIP, COLLARS & NIPPLE PLAY but don’t you dare trying  GORE & SCAT with them.

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Elias Matthew Benjamin Hawkins

Nickname(s): Eli, Lias, Ben

Species: Werewolf

Moon Phase: Wind Moon

Secondary Gender: Omega

Occupation: Software Designer/Engineer, Webdesigner, Search Party Agent

Pack (born): unknown

Pack(former): Lana & Brandon Hawkins (adoptive parents), Sarah-Jane Hawkins (little step sister), Mona Maria Hawkins (older step sister)

Mate: n/a

Likes: computers etc. gaming, dnd, coffee, working at home, working out, being told he's smart

Dislikes: tba

APPEARANCE

Height: 6'1

Weight: 198 pounds

Build: ahem, thicc boi is thicc

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Wolf Appearance: Pitch black, big

Tattoos, scars: He has one scar around his neck, very faint, from the collar he wore as a child. It was tight and damaged the skin over the years, the same around his left ankle.

SEX

Kinks: Body Worship (give and take), Nipple/Pecs Play (listen he has a lot of chest, touch it, squeeze it, bite at it), Face-fucking (receiving), Breath Play (receiving), Rough Sex (fuck him so hard he passes out? he won't complain and good luck), Collars (sometimes), Romance, Being Owned/Housewife (collar, fuck him whenever and wherever Alpha wants to)

Anti-Kinks: Scat, Gore, Vore

Note: He's definitely bottom-leaning, but not strictly so. Special circumstances may make him top. Never say never.

Elias was only a newborn pup when his pack was found and slaughtered by a large group of hunters. The family of hunters that found the wolves outnumbered and isolated, in a preserve of their own making in the woods in the hidden lands of the New Forest (Hampshire, England)  found the newborn in his crib, crying at the loss of warmth and protection, defenseless - innocent. They took the baby boy with them, but not to raise him as one of their own, they raised him to be their eyes, ears and nose when human senses were powerless. He was given no name, he was not part of their family - he was a tool they raised into thinking he would never be more than that.

He was nothing more than a dog to them, they treated him like one and he grew up thinking he was one as well. Different than ordinary dogs, but not better in the slightest. The hunters worked with others, hunters from all around the world, so he picked up bits and pieces of languages over the years. He never was taught proper speech, only enough to understand basic commands. Little did they know the wolf boy was a lot smarter than they all expected - himself included.

They left the UK after taking in the little wolf pup, traveled all across the world, but stayed in Germany for a few years while trying to rot out a pack spread across several states. Germany is where the hunters were caught by the police and arrested and that's when he was found, in a dog bed with a collar and leash tying him to the wall. They were shocked to see a boy of ten or eleven years held like a dog. He was taken to the youth welfare services and ended up in the system for difficult to place kids. Adoption came with a price, therapy and responsibility to re-socialize him - his temporary name was Lukas.

Newspapers spoke about a wolf boy and an American family currently in town for business saw an interview on television. Their reputation was good, they were wealthy and pledged to pay for the extensive care the wolf boy would need to find his way back into life. They stayed for a few months, but eventually returned home to the United States after paperwork on all ends was done.

The boy was named Elias Matthew Benjamin Hawkins.

The Hawkins owned an area by Toluca Lake - in the sunny Los Angeles. They already had a thirteen year old daughter when they invited Elias into their home. Mona Maria was hesitant at first, unwilling to share her parents with a strange boy, but she soon became protective of him, like the big sister he never had. The first year wasn't easy on anybody, but the Hawkins' were loving and gentle with the boy, they spent a little fortune on his therapy, his education (he'd never been to school before) and everything else he could have wished for and once he arrived mentally in the human world he lived in, he worked hard, grateful for this life they offered.

It didn't take very long for them to find out about Elias' little secret. He'd never learned control, he'd never even known what he was or why he reacted differently to the full moon - or why he could hear, see and smell things others didn’t. Rejection had been the expectation, but they didn't. They worked with him on it, they gave him a chance and were rewarded for it with loyalty, obedience and unconditional love.

A few years later, they had another daughter, Sarah-Jane to complete the perfect family plan they’d always had. An adoptive child surely hadn’t been part of their plans, but they didn’t regret it, once. 

Struggling to make friends in school due to trust issues, Elias found his passion in computers, though he was never one to shy away from other people. Hard work paid off and Elias went to college after graduating (only a year later than ordinary teenagers would) from high school. His parents, of course, had no qualms about him striving to come far in life - build something of his own. He did.

Elias got a job in a big firm right after college, living the dream - really. But when the fight between humans and supernaturals escalated, his family urged him to leave and build a life for himself in New Haven, if he could find it. He did. Elias gave up everything, his home, his work, his family - but if that meant they were safe, the sacrifice would be worth it. 

In New Haven

Elias came to New Haven with money to build something for himself, so he founded a little web design company to supply the town’s inhabitants with online presence for their businesses. With the time travelers arriving in town and the council forming search parties, Elias has signed up to help. He set up an HQ with a tracking system for him and others to use to find travelers spread across the globe. Most of them work in pairs, one in town - the other outside. Elias’ partner is none other than Trenton Coliar.