Once again I couldn't help but do the second-most voted choice too. Why am I making my own life so much harder?
CW: fem!reader, reader and Price are married and have a daughter, long-distance relationship, my music taste projected once again, the tiniest bit of suggestive teasing, toothrotting fluff.
(Title from The Beatles' "Here, There and Everywhere")
Dealing with an energized six-year old refusing to go to bed was a battle alright, especially when your trusted partner with his commanding presence and a true Captain's voice wasn't there to help. You couldn't blame your little one for behaving herself better when John was around: isn't a natural law that the one parent that's often away and always comes back with gifts is the favourite one? It's not daddy who's forcing you to eat healthy food every day and go to sleep when you want another batch of cartoons.
It's the strict, stern-looking mum with her hands on her hips as she scolds you gently for throwing a fit over putting your toys back like promised.
Still, you'd want a little more appreciation and cooperation from Princess Price, sulking in her frog pjs - everything was frog since recently, you even got daddy a froggy hat for when he comes back from deployment.
He was away for a long time. Not somewhere dangerous, he told you as he called and texted regilarly, but he was constantly held back by one or the other thing that just couldn't be resolved without Captain's expertise.
That's what made his new phone call just the sweeter, since the first words you heard after closing priness's door hastly and moving to the living room, were:
"Guess who's coming home tomorrow, darling."
A relieved, longing sigh escaped you as you leaned onto the couch and stared at the ceiling with a dreamy smile.
"Good. Someone here needs a reminder how to listen to what she's being told."
"Is princess being a bad girl?" John's hearty chuckle warmed you even through the phone. You bit your lip, trying to save your own face from splitting in two with the horribly wide smile - same was gracing Price's face for sure, you could hear it, his plump cheeks all big and round, almost hiding his happily narrowed eyes.
"Not necessarily bad. But we have attitide and no respect for mummy's authority. Maybe I should start calling myself Captain too, just for her to listen to me."
"I'm afraid, impersonating an officer is illegal, love," he huffed and chuckled again, gruff, big, bear-hugging sound. A pause. "Are you being a bad girl?"
You pressed your phone closer you your ear as a warm tingling flooded your cheeks and held your breath.
"I'd like to report I'm being perfectly good, sir," if only you could see the way his kind eyes twinkled in the dim lighting of wherever he was, sitting on a chair with knees wide apart, one hand holding the famous cigar.
"That's good to hear. I have a little something for you. A reward for being so good for me and waiting while I'm in this shithole."
"The only reward I need is you back home, John," you weren't even being coy, just honest. It was so long since you last felt his rough palms slide over your sides and lock together as he pulled you into a tight hug from behind, pressing ticklish kisses into your nape.
"I know, sweetpea. Consider this an apology gift then, for taking so long," he didn't let you argue a single word, clearly set on having you accept whatever he prepared, as if him being alive, well and home wasn't enough. "Got us tickets to that McCartney concert, love. For all three of us. Gotta start teaching our princess what good music is."
You gasped, jumping in your seat - your heart did a little flip, cheeks burning now, butterflies that never went away even after years of marriage flocking to your lungs.
"But it's so close, how did you even- oh, I just wanna kiss all hells out of you, John!" His laughter dripped through the phone like spicy honey, sweetening already increbibly sweet deal.
"Oh, I can tell, love. Hope you feel the same way tomorrow."
"Why is tomorrow so far away?" You allowed yourself to be just as sulky and pouty as your little one snoring softly in the other room. Of course you could wait another day, you've waited for months already. But now every minute felt like a whole month itself.
"That's so you can get enough sleep before I make you forget about it for several nights."
The doorbell rang as I was getting out of the shower. I dried myself quickly then threw on a long cotton shirt. I walked downstairs and opened the door. My friend Kaitlin was standing there looking like she had been crying. She came in and sat on the couch as I closed the door.
“Kaitlin what’s wrong? Don’t tell me he did it again?” I asked her as I sat next to her. The ‘he’ I was referring to was her bf Jim who I just hated. He had cheated on her twice but she had took him back both times. Kaitlin was way too forgiving and he would take advantage of that again and again. Kaitlin nodded and started crying again. I put my arms around her and hugged her. My shirt had fallen open a little but I was more concerned about comforting Kaitlin.
“No more chances for that jerk. You hear me? You are too good for him,” I told her as I cuddled her. My arms were wrapped around her and as I shifted closer to hug her tighter my shirt fell open even more. “I’m not going to let you give him any more chances. He’s not going to hurt you again.”
“Um, Jessica?” she said as we held each other.
“Yes Kaitlin.”
“You know you’re half naked right?” she said as we continued to cuddle.
“Oh… haha, so I am. I was just in the shower. Should I go throw some clothes on,” I asked her but she hadn’t pulled back from me.
“Actually it’s nice feeling this close to you Jess,” she said. My breasts were pressed against her own shirt covered breasts.
“Well why don’t you take these off and we can feel even closer,” I said and to my surprise she let go of me and slipped off her shirt and her skirt. She looked at me for a moment before hugging me and I took her in my arms again. Kaitlin was one of my best friends and even though I was bi I had never really thought about her in any sexual way before, but as we cuddled on the couch my feelings for her were changing by the second. “Kneel on the floor with me baby.”
She let go and slipped onto the floor with me. As she knelt I moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her again to hold her. Instead of just holding her I let one hand slip between her legs to hold her through her panties, and my other hand gently cupped one of her breasts.
“Jessica………..” she moaned softly.
“Kaitlin, that loser doesn’t deserve a girl like you. You need to be loved and treated like a princess. I want to show you how you deserve to be treated. May I show you?” I asked her as I held her close to me. She didn’t say anything for a few moments and I suddenly thought maybe I had gone too far.
“Show me Jessica,” she said softly and as she spoke I kissed her neck as gently squeezed her breast. Kaitlin and I had never even kissed each other before but suddenly this felt so natural. I rubbed her mound through her panties a little before I slipped my fingers inside them. I felt Kaitlin’s pussy lips and as I did she let her head lay back against my shoulder. I kissed her neck again and again as I slipped two fingers inside her. She was squirming in my grasp, moaning and reaching back to run her fingers through my hair.
“Oh god, please Jess make me cum for you. I need it, please!” she gasped as she started grinding against my fingers inside her. Kaitlin was becoming so wet on my fingers as I plunged them in and out of her pussy, as my other hand squeezed her breast, my palm rubbing against her hard nipple. I pressed my thumb against her clit as I finger fucked her, loving how she was leaning back against my body, my own hard nipples pressing against her back.
“Kaitlin baby I want you to cum for me. Cum for me as I hold you against me,” I whispered into her ear. She was writhing in my arms, breathing in quick short gasps. I started circling her hard nipple with my fingertip, teasing her until pinched her nipple, making her squeal and gyrate her hips like she was fucking my hand.
“Jess….. Jess…… oh fuck Jess!” she screamed as she arched back into me, her pussy clenching and gushing over my fingers. Kaitlin came in my arms as I nibbled on her ear lobe, ordering her to cum for me. As her orgasm took hold of every inch of her body I pulled out my fingers and spanked her pussy as she squealed, then I rubbed her clit wanting to draw out her orgasm for as long as I could. As she moaned she turned her head back to me as far as she could and we kissed, my fingers still working her clit. As she calmed down slowly she turned around and we cuddled and kissed, holding each other.
“You don’t need that loser of a bf anymore,” I said as I held her.
Ok did I dream this up or was there a tiny little Itty bitty line in hs:bc where aradia offhandedly alludes to meeting mspar at some point during her postcanon shenanigans while talking to dave. Like something about meeting someone interesting recently and maybe assuring dave they weren't cooler than him (tho I could be confusing that with that one scene in pq but if I'm not it's a pretty clever callback and only confirms who she was talking about)
Or maybe I hallucinated it after seeing the page title "mspa reader: know immediately" some other time and getting my hopes up.
Asking bc trying to find it again Im subjecting myself to the most agonizing task possible known as reading 2020 beyond canon again. I'm so normal and sane
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to the day my brain was literally rewired and my gender was being changed by the second SO HERES A GAS STATION SPECIAL before this joint was even a gas station in the FIRST PLACE !!!!
i can't believe i never posted any of my snk fic. like. i have MULTIPLE NOTEBOOKS of handwritten stuff, and a LOT on my phone but like. i was into snk when i didn't have access to a computer. so almost none of this is typed and so thus also none of it was ever posted.
to meee :3 akechi and sumire arent exactly friends throughout january, (they only get really close several years later) but as a side effect of neither having anything better to do and the two constantly haunting kichijoji i think they inevitably fall together more often than not. ren takes sumire out for darts and shes weirdly better than she was last time (sidebar but the fact that sumire and akechi both mimic your throws but sumire sucks shit at darts too much for it to do any good is so cute) and shes like oh yeah akechi-san has been teaching me. oh wow i got a forty! unaware of the way she just blew rens mind.