BARRY SLOANE As Joe 'Bear' Graves In SIX (2017—2018) Episode 1.07 Blood Brothers

dbf!price who buys you pretty little skirts, knowing how much you love them, just so you can wear them at family dinners that he’s invited to.

dbf!price who rubs at your clit under the table, gently pinching your thighs because you’ve gotten so good at controlling your reactions and he enjoys seeing you jump a little

dbf!price who likes flustering you, asking if you have a boyfriend. his eyes blazing with amusement as you stutter out a ‘no’.

his finger sinking into you in a slow, shallow thrust. and right before you’re about to cum, his finger leaves your wet cunt :(((

dbf!price who after dinner offers to drive you to a friends house, knowing the two of you are going to end up fucking in his car.

stuffing you full of his cock as he tells you how naughty you are. and how good girls don’t fuck men twice their age :(((

dbf!price who laughs at how wet you are, spanking you softly as you writhe against him.

“what would your parents say if they saw you like this, hm?”

dbf!price who uses the excuse that your dads always out of town to check up on you. fucking you in every flat surface of your home and when he comes over he likes to remind you how many times he made you cum there.

i need him :((

Barry Sloane as Captain Price Beta version Joe “Bear” Graves | SIX

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Never misses, even in style

A masterlist for John Price and the girl next door.

On a cold winter's day in the early morning hours, you knock on your neighbor Captain John Price's door to make a noise complaint. You don't know much about him; only that he's a soldier in the SAS, and gone more often than he's home. You don't expect to like him as much as you do—or that he might share your longing for connection. Together, he and you may just learn how not to be lonely.

Also on Ao3.

Explicit chapters are highlighted red.

➳ In the Early Morning : You meet your new neighbor.

➳ Disquiet Comfort : John hears you through the walls.

➳ A Break in the Narrative : You add John to your morning routine.

➳ Gravity : John takes you out to dinner.

➳ Hands, and Their Uses : The neighbors relieve some tension. Alone.

➳ A Wake-Up Call : You deal with the aftermath of the previous night.

➳ Reviewing the Prelude : John misses you.

➳ Confessional Offerings : The neighbors lay their cards on the table.

➳ The Rain : You return home, and let John do to you what he's promised.

➳ The Flood : You finally fall into bed with John, and come to a startling realization.

Director's Commentary:

How did Neighbors get started? Why does John sleep in briefs? John's POV Where do you and John live?

➳ Spotify Playlist

Nikolai and Price sending each other chest pictures at their gyms:

cw: unedited, mild misogyny? if you squint?

price x fem reader thoughts

John Price definitely loves being a little bit of an asshole. He just adores being the traditional dominant provider type for you and spoiling you, but sometimes you get a bit to spoiled. If he doesn't like your attitude he'll fuck you from behind with your face buried in his bicep, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear. " is this all ya needed luv? hmm? big strong man to fuck you silly? little miss independent needs to be reminded who this pussy belongs too, yeah?" he has your face covered in drool and his arm covered in bite marks. He especially loves to grab you by the hair and pull your head back. "want to hear those pretty sounds luv. Make sure the neighbors know I take good care of you" all you can do is whine and steady yourself in his arms as the sounds of his fast pace thrusts fill the room.

Captain Beanie. (｡◕‿◕｡)

John Price is a muncher.

And that is a fact.

Old Man!Price on the other hand is a devourer.

This man has got so much practice under his belt that he has no reason to boast about his sex life and skill to anyone. So when you decide to give him a chance seemingly bored with the recurring playboys that you're dated coupled with your inclination for older men, Price didn't seem like a bad option.

Sure he's given up trying to dye his hair, letting the grey strands sprout from his head and beard, and he's developed a pudgy body that puts he's once muscular physique and brute strength to shame but he makes that all up with his skill.

Old habits die hard, and John's thirst to satisfy a willing vunt has never really been satiated in his life time. And your obedient cunt makes his addiction ten times worse than it was.

You'll be squealing under him, begging, pleading for a break but his hold on you never lets up.

John will simply chuckle, stuff his nose into your sopping, warm pussy, inhaling the scent like it was a god-mandated order only for him to go back to lapping at your cunt like the bastard he is.

He won't let go, not until he's had his fill.

But Sir!

John Price x fem!reader

pt2. Call the Fire Department!

tw:SMUT SMUTTY UTTY, uhm. yeah. you’ve been warned!!! pwp

the keyboard clicks continuously as you scrunch your eyebrows in concentration. the numbers aren’t adding up. why aren’t they adding up?? you see, every quarter on the base, you have to submit a report to the Lt. Col. in charge of the base, and you, a secretary, submit reports for none other than Captain John Price. normally, you plug in the numbers and resources like a whiz, and your Captains mission reports are impeccable, aiding your workload significantly.

your team, task force 141, just got back from what you were told, was a routine mission aiding some foreign allies, in Las Almas, Mexico. John had been amazing in giving you a report as usual, but the numbers and resources just didn’t make sense to you! missing gear there, adding soldiers we didn’t have here, why didn’t it all add up? you inhale and stand up firmly, picking up Johns most recent report and marching to his office. you straighten out your skirt and fix you blouse to make yourself look presentable for your captain before knocking on the door softly.

“enter.” a deep voice says, and you push the door open, files still in hand. John reclines in his chair, smoking a cigar, eyes boring into you. “ah. it’s you.” he sounds pleased, at least that’s something. “yes sir. i was working on the quarter report, and i noticed something wrong with your numbers…i mean not that you’re wrong but it’s just not adding up…” you’re babbling now, and John watches with an almost amused look on his face. “ah. uh-huh. why don’t you come over ‘ere an’ show me what the matter is.” he says, leaning forward. your gaze flits to his hairy arms that seem to bulge out of the plain tee shirt he wears. you swear they change something in you. it’s not like you will ever admit out loud that you think your boss is attractive, but it’s true…good thing you never will say it out loud. bad news for you though, John is a keen man, and picks up on the looks you’ve given him.

Las Almas mission was a perfect excuse for him to give you the opportunity to come to him alone like this. sure, the mission did actually have the wrong numbers with it going south with Graves and the alliance with Los Vaqueros, but this was Johns reward. he watches as you make your way around the desk, clutching to the papers like a vice. he pulls the cigar out of his mouth and blows out smoke before placing it back in. leaning away from the desk, he man spreads, making sure to face you, not missing the way your legs press together in your tights. he watches as you lean over his desk and how your little pencil skirt rides up. the papers placed on his desk are spread so you can show what’s wrong with them. you continue to talk, pointing out discrepancies in the normally perfect patterns you’re oh so used to. can’t give you anything too challenging apparently! that’s okay though, John will fix it later, you don’t need to love.

he’s just a man in the end, despite trying to be the gentleman he normally is, he can’t resist how plush your thighs look. he reaches out with his right hand and places it over your left hip, keeping you pressed over the desk. you finally shut your mouth and instead let a small gasp leave you. “listen here, i know the paperwork looks off, but you’re a smart bird aren’t you?” his grip doesn’t waver and he stands behind you, hips lining up with yours. if only clothes didn’t hold him back, he thinks. “uhm.” you say, scrambling to find the right words. “yea, you are smart. so why don’t you pick up a pen, and fix the numbers. move ‘em around like a good girl, and make. it. work.” he punctuates the last few words, pressing your stomach against the desk now. “sir I can’t..” its pathetic really, how much your words are borderline whiny. “mm. how bout this. i play with this pretty little cunt and you fix the paperwork.” you bite your lip and look back down and your little papers

you can’t exactly deny that you don’t want this, because you do. you want the captain. so you do what your told, and pick up a heavy black fountain pen, looking over the paper for a way to fix these numbers. his hands drift over your ass and up under your skirt, pushing it up to your hips. his eyes widen and he groans, pulling his cigar out to let out a breath. you aren’t wearing any knickers. pushing the cigar back in his mouth, he sucks on it lazily and moves for the knife in his back pocket. flicking it open, he brings it right where your entrance is before cutting out a hole for him to get his fingers through. you’re practically shaking like a leaf with excitement, unable to write anything. when he pushes his middle finger inside, you mewl out, looking back at him. tutting, he pushes your head back down to the paper. “fix it, doll.” he says while lazily pushing a second finger in. you nod and start at the gear that the men would’ve used. as he picks up the pace, his other hand comes down to palm himself, and he unbuttons his cargos for better access, pushing himself on your ass. you’re thoroughly soaked now, and press back to meet each press of his fingers as they reach places you could never dream of.

“i reckon you’re about ready, huh doll?” he murmurs, taking out his cigar for another breath out, returning it to his mouth when he’s done. you eyebrows furrow as your pen strokes get lazy. “ready for what?” you slur. “thought it was obvious.” he shrugs, pulling his fingers out and pressing his boxers against you. he bends over and pulls out his cigar so he can whisper in your ear, “ready to take me, sweetheart.” he says before plopping his cigar back in his mouth and standing straight up. “but sir!” you exclaim. “we can’t. people could walk in, you’re a captain, what if someone needs you.” he scoffs. “you got a problem with that but not me filling you up with my fingers?” he yanks down his boxers just enough to pull himself out and line him up with your entrance. “wore no knickers for a reason, right? to be my personal temptation, huh?” he grunts before dipping in. “my little secretary and her captain.” he palms your hair and pushes you down fully against the desk. you whine as he pushes in fully. he isn’t terribly long, moreover terrible thick. stretches you out easily and makes you squirm against his grasp. “please sir…” you say, scrambling for the hand that’s planted next to your head. you rub it and draw hearts on it slowly, as he’s refusing to move. a deep rumble emerges from his chest and he pushes in harshly, shoving right up against that sweet spot. then the real fun starts, and you can’t get him to stop.

like you ever want him to!

gasps continue to leave your throat along with whines showing your pleasure to the captain. his groans pick up as he pushes you both closer to the edge, and you clench around him on a particularly hard thrust. his hand comes up and pushes on your spine and you writhe against being stuck on him. his other hand comes up and take his cigar out, blowing out more smoke. an idea pops into his head. shifting his hand up your spine and to your hair, he yanks you up sharply with his left hand, and your feet struggle to find the ground. he forces his burly arm around your torso and brings his right hand with his cigar to your mouth, pushing it past your already open lips. “go on, take a puff, doll.” he growls, forcing himself deeper in you. at his words something inside you snaps and you wail around the cigar, struggling to inhale as you come. he chortles, pressing a kiss behind your ear. his hips stutter slightly as you clench from the aftershocks, and he withdraws the cigar from your mouth, putting it back in his own. he watches as you puff out a smoky breath, and moans at the sight of, feeling himself ready to spill. he twists your arm behind you and pulls your hand to the base of his member. “pinch.” he growls, and brings his hand to your clit, rubbing furiously. you do what you’re told and pinch as you approach a quickly approaching finish.

“let go when i say” he barks. “gonna fill my good little secretary up.” you squeal at his words, trying to escape, but failing, pinned beneath his heavy form. “ngh-please please please sir, wan’ it so bad.” your words are practically slurred as he continues to ram into you. it just turns him on more and more. he’s so so close, you feel so good around him. “alright, let go.”he growls in your ear and you release around him, shaking as he follows suit, stilling as he spurts in you. he lets out a finally groan, forehead resting on your shoulder as you both pant. you feel his spend dripping out of you and staining your tights. he must’ve been backed up, you think lazily. drool had pooled out of your mouth and onto the desk and papers below, ruining it. you both lay there, content as he runs his beard on your neck, cigar dangling from his left hand. “so good f’me.” you sigh against him once more and bring a hand up to the one that sits on the right side of your face, clutching it. You both sit there for who knows how long.

until a knock sounds at the door. your eyes widen and John’s head lifts up. “What is it.” he barks. “‘S me, cap’n.” Simon. his rough voice cuts out, and you hear the door open and john mumbling out a string of curses, but no attempt to pull out, keeping you pinned with his weight. “oh. see you finally got ‘round to it, cap’n. could’ve called me though, would’ve quite enjoyed ruining our bird.” is all Simon says before turning on his heel and shutting the door with a loud click. you’re beet red from your position on the desk, and tears fill your eyes. your lieutenant just caught you underneath your captain, and who knows what’ll happen now. “sir…” you whine. “i-i hafta go, can’t been seen by anyone else with you.” he rumbles his deep laugh, and pulls you both onto the chair. “mm, you worried love?” you’re so frustrated at this point, trying to escape his hairy arms. “yes! the lieutenant could tell anyone!” he sets his head on your shoulder and angles his mouth to your ear.

“you didn’t listen did you. you’re our bird. he isn’t going to tell nobody.” you begin to go limp again as a hand reaches down in between your legs again. “can’t bloody let you go now, can we? won’t ever leave us again. next time you’ll let Simon use you, he’s been good lately.” you squirm and let out a breathy moan. “mm. like that, do ya’? all o’ us using you?”

“yea. i know you do, pretty girl.”

“sir.”

he chortles, pressing open mouth kisses along your neck, cigar long discarded in its ashtray, allowing his fingers to finally undo your blouse. hes chubbing up inside you again, and it’s in that moment you know you just got yourself caught in a trap you will never escape.