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"Oedipal Complex" - Rafe Cameron x Stepmom!Reader

Summary: Rafe's mommy issues get a little too real.

Word Count: 3,000

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, stepcest, mommy kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, tiddy succin, gold digging, oral f receiving, face sitting, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cream pie

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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When Rose walked out on the Cameron family, Rafe was ecstatic. He never liked his stepmother. In fact, he’d go so far as to say he hated her. Wheezie and Sarah were no fonder of her, so her loss wasn’t exactly felt throughout the house. Rafe was glad that his dad now had to focus on himself and Wheezie. And, he guesses, Sarah.

However, Ward Cameron doesn’t remain a bachelor for long.

When you return to the OBX after graduating from university - attending Duke on a scholarship and getting your degree in economics - you get a temporary job driving golf carts at the Island Club. Rafe remembers you from high school. You were a senior when he was a freshman. Hell, you even babysat him and his sisters a few times. The super hot Pogue girl, the prom queen of your graduating class. Of course he had a crush on you, half the fucking school did.

Seeing you at the Island Club brings all those feelings rushing back, and of course, he flirts with you shamelessly, always requesting that you be the one to drive his cart. Always buttering you up with compliments and hefty tips, teasing you playfully, being his best self around you. And you seem fairly charmed by him. You’ve always been so intimidating, so out of reach. Until now.

But everything crashes and burns when Rafe brings his father along for a game. When Ward sees you, Rafe sees that greedy look in his father’s eyes, looking you up and down in that tight little uniform, offering to sit up front with you, “accidentally” brushing a hand against your thigh. And you? You eat his bullshit right the fuck up.

Within a few months, you’re walking down the aisle in a Vera Wang gown, kissing his father and letting him put a ring on your finger. Rafe fucking hates it. You were supposed to be his. You were fucking flirting back with him. And his dad knew it. His dad knew he’d talked about the Pogue girl who was driving golf carts, the one he pined after his entire freshman year. He fucking hates his father. He hates hearing you whining his name when he fucks you at night, he hates seeing him kiss you, he hates seeing the way he squeezes your plump little ass, acting all lovey dovey.

Rafe is convinced you don’t love his father. How could you? He’s old enough to be your own father. Daddy issues. That’s what it is. Okay, sure Rafe is younger than you, but he’s totally a daddy. At least he thinks he is. Fuck yeah, he is.

He just needs to make you see it too.

You and Rafe have the house to yourselves for the weekend. Wheezie is over at a friend’s place, Sarah is out with Topper or John B or whoever the hell she’s hanging out with these days, and his father is out of town on business. When he gets home from the gym, he sees you in that little kimono robe you wear around the house, the one that drags behind you on the floor as you walk making you look like a quintessential trophy wife.

You greet him with a quick nod of your head and a smile as you pour yourself a glass of wine, “Oh, Rafe. Your dad left already. You just missed him.”

“Yeah, I know,” he replies, “Gone for the weekend. The girls too. It’s just gonna be you and me.”

Rafe keeps his gaze trained on you, following after you as you head out to the pool, your glass in hand, “Aren’t you going to the bonfire tonight with your friends?”

“Nah. I’ve got other things on my mind.”

“That’s too bad, you say airily, “I have plans later, so try not to burn the house down, alright?”

He frowns, cutting you off, “Cancel them. I guarantee you’ll enjoy yourself more with me.”

You bring your finger to your chin, pretending to think, “Cancel my dinner plans with my friends… To hang out with my stepson,” you pause for emphasis, “Yeah, I think I’ll pass.”

Rafe grabs you by the waist, pulling you back to him, “C’mon. I’m far better than dinner with your boring ass friends. We’re almost the same age anyway-”

“I’m four years older than you,” you retort, pulling away from him, “And I’m married to your father.”

“You won’t always be,” he gives you a smug smirk, leaning down toward you, his blue eyed gaze boring into your own, voice low and alluring as he runs his fingers along your upper arm, “And I think that when you finally realize who can be a better Daddy to you-”

You scoff, cutting him off, “Hilarious. A teenager as my daddy. That’s cute.”

“I’m nineteen, baby. And I’m sure you’d like me as your daddy.”

You bite your lip, doing your best not to laugh, the sight being all too tempting for poor Rafe as you tease, “Nineteen is still a teenager, Rafe. I was a senior when you were just a widdle baby freshman.”

“And?” He demands, pulling you close, moving his hands to squeeze at your hips, “You’re only twenty-three. And you’re clearly attracted to me.”

His breath catches in his throat as you lean in, almost as if you’re going to kiss him. This is it. This is his moment. He’s about to get everything he ever wanted.

But then? You move to whisper in his ear, lips brushing against his ear as you whisper.

“In your dreams, sweetie.” He watches you dumbfounded as you saunter off, the natural sway of your hips almost entrancing, “I’m going to the pool. Don’t bother me unless something’s on fire.”

Ignoring your instructions, he follows you, almost like a lost puppy, lips pressed together as he questions, crossing his arms, “You gonna be out here all day?”

“For a while,” you reply, “Working on my tan.”

Rafe’s jaw drops as he watches you remove your robe, revealing one bare shoulder, the fabric falling away to reveal your tiny hot pink bikini. It stands out against your skin so perfectly, making you look like an actual goddess as you untie your hair, shaking it out, the sun shining down on you.

“Damn,” Rafe whispers under his breath, watching as you start massaging suntan lotion on your arms, then onto your calves and thighs, so slowly and sensually, your hands caressing your skin in the way he longs to, sending his mind into overdrive, “Do you need my help with that?”

You ignore his lingering gaze, humming out, “Nope.”

“Are you sure?” Rafe questions, taking a step toward you, watching you intently as you massage the lotion into your skin, the urge to touch your soft skin nearly overwhelming him, “I’d be happy to help.”

You pause before tossing the bottle toward him, shrugging, “Fine. You can do my back.”

Rafe catches the bottle with ease and grins, moving to sit behind you, “With pleasure.”

You arch a brow when he removes his shirt, squeezing some of the lotion out onto his hand, “Why do you need to take off your shirt, Rafe?”

“It’s hot today,” he replies, pressing his palms against the smooth, warm skin of your back.

He can feel his cock straining against his pants as he massages you, making sure the lotion takes. You’re so soft underneath his hands, warm against his palms.

You let out a sigh, glancing at him over your shoulder, “Okay, just make sure you get all of my back. Undo the bikini top so there aren’t any weird tan lines.”

Rafe gulps, “You sure?”

“You’re not going to see anything. Just do it.”

“Oh, I’ll see something,” he mumbles, tugging at the string tying your bikini top together, slowly opening it, blinking rapidly as he admires your bare back.

His fingers knead against your back, easing the tension you feel, moving up to your shoulder blades, prompting you to compliment him, “You’re not half bad at this, you know.”

Rafe chuckles, leaning in to whisper into your ear, fingers still tracing the contours of your body, caressing you, feeling you like he’s wanted to for so long, “I aim to please.”

“Oh, honey, I’m not impressed,” you smirk, redoing the tie on your bikini, ignoring the frown on his face, “It was just an observation. You can go back inside now. It’s me time.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he replies, annoyed, grabbing your chin and turning you to face him, his thumb tracing your lower lip, “‘Me time’? Are you fucking serious? You think you can just send me away after getting me all riled up like that?”

You scoff, meeting his gaze, giving him a scathing look, “Don’t be such a virgin, Rafe. Go inside and rub one out. You’ll survive.”

He narrows his eyes, leaning in closer, gaze flickering to your lips before meeting your own again, his voice a low growl, “You can’t just do this to me.”

“What did I do, exactly?”

“You know exactly what you did!” Rafe’s blood is boiling with both anger and desire as he continues his tirade, “Why did you put on this skimpy ass bikini and ask me to rub you down if you didn’t want me?”

“I’m literally married to your father.”

“I don’t give a shit!” He snaps, his nose brushing against yours as he leans in even closer, “You think that means anything to me? I could steal you right from under his nose. Satisfy you so much better than he could.”

“I dunno,” you taunt, eyes twinkling with mischief, “Older men like your dad? They have experience that boys like you just… Don’t.”

“Older men get worn out. They get morning,” his voice darkens, jaw tensing, “I know how to make a woman feel good.”

“Do you? That’s adorable.”

“More than you can imagine,” he whispers hoarsely, hand moving down to caress your throat, watching as your lashes flutter at his touch, “I could show you just how much. You don’t have to stay with that crusty old fuck-”

“Your dad.”

He shrugs, “I don’t care. You’d be better with an attractive, young guy like me. Someone more skilled. Virile,” Rafe says, his voice a low, husky timbre that he hopes you like. Judging by the slight shiver you give, you do, “Not a fuckin’ geriatric. I mean, what happens when one day the two of you are fucking and he just pops his hip or has a heart attack?”

He watches your lower lip tremble before you burst into laughter, the sound of which makes him crack a smile as you reply, “That was so mean.”

“I’m just tryna sweep you off your feet here, princess.”

“I like the security of being with your dad,” you shrug, “I’m practically an overpaid sugar baby.”

“You could be my overpaid sugar baby-”

“I’m older than you,” you tease, giving him a little wink, “Can’t be your sugar baby, sweetie.”

“Age is just a number. You know you want me. Not some old man who’s gonna croak soon and is all out of swimmers.”

Your eyes widen at his words. How could he possibly know about his dad’s problems with getting you pregnant? Holy shit, has he been spying on you all this time? Well, you shouldn’t be surprised, you guess. You’ve seen him watching you with his father a few times. You don’t mind, really. In fact, you don’t think you ever came harder than you did while watching him stroke himself to completion while his father pounded into you over and over.

“He’s 40, Rafe. He’s not out of swimmers and he’s not gonna croak.”

“Then, with how often the old fuck cums inside you, how come you’re not knocked up yet?” He arches a brow, brushing his nose against your cheek, inhaling your scent, “I bet I could fill you up so good, fuck a baby into you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being a Mommy?” Rafe pulls you onto his lap, his hands moving along your body, your stomach, your chest, up to your throat, “I’d treat you so much better than he does. Fuck you so much better.”

You smirk at him, watching the way his pupils dilate as you wrap your arms around his neck, straddling his waist, “Yeah? I dunno. The feeling of his beard between my thighs when he’s eating my pussy is kinda hot.”

Rafe glares at you, moving a hand into your hair, tugging at it harshly, the slight sting on your scalp making you moan, biting back a smile as he hisses, “I could eat that sweet little pussy far better than he could and not give you beard burn.”

“I’m a one man kinda girl, Rafe,” you coo, resting a hand against his bare chest, rolling your hips against his, grinding yourself against the bulge that strains against his pants, watching him shiver, “But if you show me you can take care of me better than Ward does, satisfy me better, maybe that man can be you.”

Rafe’s heart skips a beat when you press your lips to his. He loves that you’ve taken the initiative, that you’re kissing him, rubbing up on him, making him feel so fucking wanted. You thread your hands in his hair, tugging at it much as he did to your own, the blond strands soft between your fingertips.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for Mommy, Rafe?” You whisper, biting down gently on his earlobe, giggling when he just moans in response, “Use your words, baby. Are you gonna be a good boy?”

He nods eagerly, watching as you undo the tie on your bikini once again, baring your gorgeous tits to him, his mouth watering at the sight, a soft whine escaping his lips, “Yes, Mommy.”

You take Rafe’s hands, bringing them to your breasts, allowing him to caress the soft flesh with his large palms, feeling him pinching at your nipples before you purr, “Why don’t you suck on my tits, baby? Hm?”

Rafe doesn’t need to be told twice, licking his lips before wrapping them around one of your pert buds, his tongue swirling around it as he moans against your skin. He continues palming at your other breast all the while before turning his attention to it, suckling at it. Rafe feels your hands moving to his cock, palming at it over his shorts before undoing the zip and giving it a few slow, languid strokes, your thumb spreading the precum that’s collected at the tip. He watches as you bring the digit to your lips and lick it clean, gaze darkening as you tug at his hair, bringing his face to yours to kiss you again.

“Lay back,” you demand, “And show me what that smart little mouth of yours can do.”

Rafe reclines the beach chair, grinning at you as you move to straddle his face. He moves your bikini to the side, admiring the sight of your cunt before grasping at your ass and pulling you closer, burying his tongue inside you. You moan, one hand wrapped in his hair while you rub at your clit with the other, grinding yourself against him. Rafe squeezes at the plump flesh of your ass, your thighs, moving his face from side to side as he devours you eagerly. Every time he moans against you, the coil in your stomach tightens. You roll your hips against his eager mouth, feeling his tongue delving into your slick folds, lapping at you with a ferocity that has your head spinning.

He was right. He’s definitely better at this than his father.

You spill yourself, your orgasm hitting you harder than usual, eyes rolling back as white hot pleasure shoots up and down your body. When you move off of his face, sliding back down to his waist, you can see his lips glistening with the evidence of your arousal, your belly tightening as he licks them clean with a low moan.

Rafe watches as you give his cock a few quick strokes before sinking down onto him, his long thick cock filling you up perfectly. He’s bigger than Ward, thicker, stretching you out with a delicious mix of the slightest bit of pain combined with overwhelming pleasure. You begin bouncing up and down on his cock, squeezing around him tight, smirking at the way his eyes close and he grabs your hips, eagerly bucking his own up against you, chasing his high.

“Such a good boy for Mommy,” you coo, “Gonna fill me up, baby? Like you said?”

“Yes,” Rafe whimpers, “Yes, Mommy, wanna fill you up.”

“Want you to cum inside me, baby,” you say, leaning in to kiss his neck, loving the way he reacts to your touch, “And we’ll say it’s your dad’s. But it’s gonna be our baby, yeah?”

Rafe nods, fucking into you eagerly, gaze hypnotized by the way your tits bounce and jiggle with every roll of your hips, “W-We can get rid of him. His life insurance payout. It can be you, me, Wheezie, and the baby.”

“Aw, look at my smart boy, planning ahead,” you smirk as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, “Yes, baby, you know I’m all yours after this. You’re making Mommy feel so good. And I’ll make you a Daddy soon.”

Your words send a shiver of pleasure up and down his spine as he feels your cunt squeezing him tight, reaching your peak, his own following soon after, feeling you milk his cock, thick hot ropes of his spend filling you.

You move off of him, resting your head on his chest as the two of you watch the sun set.

“I loved you first, you know,” Rafe blurts out, playing with your hair, “You were supposed to be mine.”

“All’s well that ends well, baby,” you peck his lips, “Don’t you worry. Mommy’s all yours now.”

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haruharuz · 2 years

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What scent oils do you use?

They’re by kuumba on Amazon! My favorite so far is the vanilla bean. Every time I wear it at work I have people outright smell me and groan. They tell me I smell edible like I’m a cupcake or something ! My money always skyrockets when I wear it. I’ll be collecting more soon and update you guys on that. They’re only like $12 but last for so long and because I only apply them behind the ear and a dot on the wrist after my stage, it doesn’t make the stage slippery. Typically a little roll on of it lasts me two months.

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luxuryandlilacs · 10 days

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Places to explore!

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baddiesofluxury · 2 years

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RED HOT SUMMER

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baddiesbible · 5 months

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Pretty privilege is real.

#black femininity #feminine journey #glow up #soft life #spoiled black women #that girl #city girls #hypergamy tips #spoiled trophy wife #becoming that girl

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tojisun · 6 months

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simon (ghost) riley x fem reader

!! suggestive-ish; hinted age difference (20s vs 30s); hinted d/s; minors dni

“why won’t you fuck me?”

your pitiful voice stops simon from moving, his feet stuttering with muted thuds. he breathes in sharply, not having expected the words that slipped from your lips, before he turns and tips his head towards you.

you’re trembling, and simon doesn’t know if it’s because of the cool air or the intensity of your emotions, those that urged you to whine at his pathetic display of restraint, but still he hesitates. afraid that if he comes close, then the remnant of his patience will finally snap.

because it’s not that simon wouldn’t fuck you – god knows there’s nothing more he’d want to do than love you slowly and deeply, caressing you tenderly until you are trembling at the intensity of his passion; until the doubts are finally crushed by the force of his affections – but it’s that he knew you deserve someone better.

someone who wouldn’t leave you for months and years long because of a mission. someone who’d stay by your side each and every hour because he knows you (sometimes he wished he didn’t, if only to make it easier to forget about you), and he knows that you need someone to spoil you. to pamper you.

simon knows you deserve more than the world, knows that he can only give you pieces of it but he’s selfish. he’s a monster wearing a human suit – incapable of surrendering, incapable of giving you up.

because simon knows you deserve better but gods he doesn’t want to let you go.

he moves to speak but you beat him to it, your lips wobbling as tears trickle down the corners of your eyes like molten diamonds. “you parade me around like a trophy wife but you won’t even give me a portion of that attention. you-”

his heart stops at the choked sob that gets stuck in the base of your throat, your face crumpling as you tremble at the intensity of your heartache.

it was instant how he moved to you, his frantic steps echoing against the cobblestone. he takes you in his arms, tucking your head underneath his chin and engulfing you in his embrace, hoping that you’d hear the staccato of his heart and know that it only ever beats for you.

you whine like you couldn’t decide if you want his comfort or not and simon freezes, afraid that he’s just heightened your bleeding heart. he moves to step away, his lips parting for an apology, but you clutch at the ends of his shirt, refusing to let go.

he follows your silent command – simon will follow you no matter where, no matter what – and presses you close again, his warmth mixing with yours and chasing away the goosebumps that littered your skin.

he kisses the top of your head, breathing you in. simon mulls over what to say, his own hesitation bursting at the corners of his mind, but he wants to stop pretending. he wants to stop lying to himself.

you love him and he loves you – sometimes, it could be that easy.

words aren’t his strongest suits but he tries anyway. “i love you,” he begins, the words slipping past his teeth with the simplicity of the truth. “i burn with the desire to be with you, sweet girl. but not this way. not yet.”

you tip your head up just enough to catch his gaze and simon croons at your swollen eyes, pressing gentle kisses on your eyebrows in comfort.

“why not?” you ask, ever so stubborn.

“because there are preparations that need to be done,” he replies, humming when your eyes widen in surprise. “i want to make love with you, sweetheart. not just make it as something fast and temporary.”

he watches you breathe in shakily.

“would you want that?” simon continues amidst your silence, his hand coming up to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

you bite your bottom lip and nod. he clicks his tongue. “use y’r words. i need to hear it from you.”

“yes please,” you whisper, and simon coos at the broken rumble of your voice, still heavy with doubt. “i- yes. please, simon. i’d love that.”

“me too, sweet girl.” simon kisses your forehead, sealing the promise. “i’d love nothing more.”

#suns.f #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #i was rereading that established simon/reader + eventual price/reader AND THIS. THIS IS KIND OF THE PRELUDE #suns

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yawnderu · 2 months

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Thinking about Sugar Daddy!König...♡

A much older man who has way too much money to spare, paying for everything you could ever want in exchange for going on dates with you.

He loves dressing you up like his pretty doll, role-playing as his lovely trophy wife even when you're not even a couple. The pride he feels at seeing your happy smile when he brings you presents or takes you shopping can't be topped.

“So pretty, meine Puppe...” König drags out, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand, the other one helping him press his needy tip against your entrance, teasingly rubbing against you.

"Such a good girl." He praises in a soft voice, rubbing your hardened nub over and over, his precum mixing in with your wetness. His masked nose presses against your cheek, nuzzling it delicately as he looks down at you like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

“And you know what good girls get, ja?” He leans in closer, his voice low and husky.

“They get rewarded.” With a swift thrust, he slams his hips against yours, filling you completely. Your pretty whines and moans do nothing but fuel his desire, giving you a few seconds before he's pounding into you, his meaty thighs slamming against your plump ass.

“Good fucking sex doll.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust, making your back arch, letting him fuck into you harder.

“You're so big—” He grunts at the sound of your needy voice, relishing in the mix of pain and pleasure that his huge cock gives you. His thrusts become faster and harder, his grip on your hips tightening, leaving marks that will remind you who you truly belong to.

“Yeah?” You manage to give him a lethargic nod, feeding into his already big ego. His hand comes up only to slap your ass, pounding into you faster as he sees it jiggle.

With a feral hunger in his eyes, he pushes you off his cock, letting your body fall limp in bed, sopping cunt clenching around nothing. Masked lips start to plant needy kisses all over your naked back, his cock teasing your puckered hole, waiting for any resistance— only to feel you arching your body into his touch.

“Filthy girl.” The words are demeaning, yet nothing can erase the affection bleeding into his tone. The room becomes a scene of carnal intensity as König thrusts into your ass, his movements gentle despite how tight your ass is.

He gives you enough time to get used to his size, his thrusts growing more primal, his pace quickening up as every single inch of his cock rams into you, rubbing against your sensitive walls.

König's need for release builds up again, his climax approaching with fierce intensity. With a final, deep thrust, he shoots ropes of thick, hot cum right into your ass, claiming you as his. His breath is ragged as he tries to recover, slowly withdrawing from you, baby blue eyes fixed on the scene in front of him— your gaping ass, leaking with his cum.

He lays down next to you, warm hand running up and down your naked back soothingly until it goes back down to your ass, rubbing the leaking cum all over your needy, wet pussy.

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moongreenlight · 7 months

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Headcanons for Captain John Price and his VERY young housewife.

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

Like unsure if you’ve graduated university yet young. Like he’s gotta be 13 years your senior at minimum. And he eats that shit up. Loves the way people stare and whisper when he parades you around, massive hand planted just above your ass

He’s like Simon in that he prefers you stay at home where he can keep you safe. Hires maids and housekeepers and cooks so your only responsibility is lounge and look pretty. You’re his biggest trophy. Like a prize show cat. Keeping you groomed and pampered and happy. Purring into his hand the moment he comes home.

Lowkey gets so sour when you send the cook home for the day and make dinner yourself. Not that you aren’t a fantastic cook, he just doesn’t want you to lift a finger. Doesn’t like the idea of you accidentally cutting yourself with a kitchen knife or burning yourself on a hot stove. Wants you to just be a trophy on his shelf.

Doesn’t even like the idea of you showering by yourself. Gives you bubble baths so that he can be sure you’re perfectly preened because obviously he’s the only one that knows exactly how to take care of you.

LOOOOOVES that even though you’re so young you fit in perfectly with the other housewives in the neighborhood. Going to spin classes in the early morning, book club, brunch, shopping at the most expensive grocery stores.

Literally treats you like a pedigreed cat. Weekly manicures and pedicures that he’s put his card on file for. You just walk in and they know you’re Price’s wife and that your appointments are prepaid.

And pre-tipped obvi. GENEROUS with his money when it comes to you. And there’s probably a note under your profile that you’re to be paid careful attention. God forbid they accidentally graze your skin with the nail file and hurt his pretty kitty.

Facials and hair appointments biweekly that are the exact same way.

Your picture is posted at the gate of the base because all the guards are expected to know their chain of command and wave them in without question. He just loves that your status as his wife is enough to get you the VIP treatment you deserve.

His ultimate goal is to make you a young mom. Even though you’ve only been married for a year and you’re like 22 he’s actually so pissed that you’re not bouncing a baby on your hip.

Bet he loves the idea of his kids getting bullied because their mom is hot.

Brings you around base for the sole purpose of showing off. Purposely leaves his lunch at home just so you come see him.

The first time you ever met the task force boys he’d asked you to bring something DUMB up. Like a water bottle or something. Who cares. You end up accidentally interrupting the meeting they’re having and Price pulls you onto his lap before introducing you as his wife. Soap and Gaz are kicking each other under the table. Swear to god Gaz does that cartoon gulp. Soap looks like he’s about to explode.

Probably calls you his ‘old lady’ but with the most disgustingly smug smirk on his face.

Btw if you even care you’re such a trophy to him and he’s so invested in his team that he wants to share you with the guys. There’s no ‘I’ in team. So confident in knowing that he’s the only one that can truly pamper you properly that he doesn’t mind using you as leverage to get them to perform well.

Oh Soap did really well on the last mission? He can come to dinner with you guys. Price will dress you up nice and let Soap wrap his arm around your waist when you walk in. Then Price will invite him back for a nightcap and instruct you to drop down between his thighs. Coaching you through the process of palming him through his trousers, unzipping them, springing his cock free from his underwear, taking just the tip into your mouth. Being soooo nice about letting you take your time adjusting your throat. “It’s different, doll. I know. Being so good.” Until he finally snaps and fists the back of your hair, pushing you all the way down so that the room is echoing your lewd, wet gags and moans. He doesn’t let Soap come in your mouth, though. That’s a luxury only he can afford.

And you’re soooooooo happy to do whatever John asks. He treats you so well. The least you can do is oblige his requests every once in a while. He asks so little of you. Plus no other cock compares to his. Even after getting fucked dumb by Ghost, drooling down your chin, you find it in you to look for him. Pupils blown-out, whining softly up to him. Weak and slurring “Need you, daddy. Need you.”

That last part is only if you care tho. I’m normal about it. It’s fine.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod x reader #drabble #headcanon #141 headcanons #captain john price #captain john price x reader #captain John price smut #john price #captain price #captain price smut

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