This is an 18+ page because I am 18. I don't mind talking to people and engaging. My reader is black and will sometimes be described as so, but everyone can read and ask for stuff. I write as inclusive as I can. This is a new page so you gotta bare with me. I'm picking up characters as I go. I try to update at least once a week.
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Update section: New fics - John(90 DF) (John Price x Reader), UNO (Gaz x Reader)
*141 task force fics*
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
The Sign-up - Part 2 - Part 3
Uno! (NEW!)
John Price
"Please, Dont Ever Stop"
John Price vs H.O.A(E)s new! - (Snippet) -
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
The Mall
Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish
Multi Fics
90-Day fiance
John(NEW!) - Gaz - Soap - Simon
-Love and Deepspace-
Sylus
Late - Part 1 - Part 2
-Chris Evans-
Andrew Barber
"That is not me on tape!"
Simon noticed first. Some of his pants, he only had five pairs he rotated between, had gone missing from the laundry. Not terribly unusual, things get mixed up all the time. But when they reappeared worn spots had been patched, his pockets had been fixed, and all the little annoying seams that didn’t lay flat had been tacked down.
Kyle put a hole in the armpit of his favorite shirt, it went missing the next day and reappeared better than before. Roach lost many of his hats to the laundry, but within a week they all reappeared, cleaner and fixed. It wasn’t until Johnny couldn’t find his favorite pair of pants, his lucky pants that he couldn’t take on a mission because they were missing, that they started to talk to each other about the matter.
John called them a bunch of muppets, rolled his eyes, and walked away when the conversation started up about their laundry going missing. First, they examined the schedule for any overlap of their clothes being put into the laundry and their clothes going missing. Nothing stands out, most of the people serving in the laundry are there on assignment and rotate out before clothes are returned.
With this avenue exhausted the guys sit around thinking, pondering.
“What if they aren’t getting picked up by the laundry?” Roach slowly voices his question, as if putting it together only as the words leave his mouth.
Simon picks up the thread next.
“Who has access to our rooms? Laundry obviously, but we have ruled them out. Who else?”
“Base commanders, cleaning staff, Price. I can’t think of anyone else,” Soap shifts, stretching the toe of his boot to sit against Ghost’s.
“Has anyone looked into where Price has been going when he is in late some mornings?” Gaz squints as he thinks.
“Now there’s a thought,” Ghost tilts his head to one side. “Question becomes, do we access his bank account or follow him?”
They all looked at him, waiting for his decision.
“Price guards his phone harder than nuclear codes, I vote we follow him,” Roach chimes in.
“Good point. Anyone have a requisitioned tracker we could tag him or his car with?” Ghost looks over each of his men.
Soap, and Roach both shake their heads. Gaz scrunches his nose and then sighs.
“I want it back when this is over. It was a hard one to get my hands on.”
Ghost nods, accepting the responsibility to get it back to him. They tagged Price’s car that same day. Waiting for any of their clothes to go missing they watched the tracker. Johnny got a tad impatient and ended up ripping off a belt loop off when it got caught on a door handle instead of walking back and getting unstuck. He made a big deal of it too.
“Christ on a cracker,” he growled at the annoyance. Johnny, being a smooth operator, made sure John saw it before he turned in for the night.
Sure enough, tomorrow night the pants were missing from the laundry. Johnny checked the laundry room for them before confirming to the guys that John had taken the bait. The tracker placed John near the manufacturing district in a designated parking lot, but nothing specific.
Johnny’s pants reappeared, clean, the next day with the regular laundry delivery. But they had a starting point. Roach scoured the internet for any business that might fix clothes but found nothing within walking distance. Must be an unlisted or newer business they figured. The following morning, they all skived off morning training that, while encouraged, was not mandatory.
Parking in the same lot that John had the guys split up. Each man took one side of the street and started down a direction eyes scouring each storefront and entrance until Ghost sent out a shrill whistle. Barely checking for cars the men darted for their L.T. who stood in front of a small shop squished between a cobbler and a bakery. The front window simply read ‘Seamstress’.
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You sang along to Disney music this morning. It seemed fitting, as you were stitching together a party dress for a small princess. Her birthday was coming, and she wanted a purple princess dress like Rapunzel but big like Cinderella. Gotta hand it to the kid, that made it easy to design with her dad. This would be the second version she stitched up. The first one fit, until kiddo woke up one morning an inch taller.
When the shop bell dinged you reached around your sewing machine to lower the volume of your music.
“One moment!” You called over the sound of the small engine working loudly. You remembered it was about time for a tune-up on the old thing.
The stitches completed you turn and stand. Four men of varying sizes and heights stand at your counter. Two of them are pretty, no other word for it, and the other two are covered up than some of your niqab-wearing customers.
“Hi, what can I help you with?”
One of the pretty ones, with a mohawk, spoke for the group.
“We were wondering if you could tell us what you do here.”
Leaning to one side you confirmed that your sign still clung to the window in paint. Standing straight again you cocked an eyebrow at the man.
“Pretty sure I’m a seamstress, window says so.”
The tall covered one snorts.
Mohawk sends a glare back at his companion.
“What does that mean? What do you do exactly?” The shorter covered one asks.
“Seamstresses typically create clothes, though I do a lot of repairs too. Why? Are any of you needing repairs done? I can work on suits however I would recommend you out to a local tailor for that, suits are something they specialize in.”
You weren’t nervous. They all had a deadly energy about them, but it wasn’t directed at you.
“How much for a kilt repair?” Mohawk asked, confirming the placement of the accent.
“That would depend on the damage and the cost of the cleaning. Any articles that stay with me overnight get sent to a dry cleaner, it’s built into the charge.”
Waking your tablet you pull up pricing.
“Restoration will run you more than run-of-the-mill repairs, but with the repairs, the kilt will be stored in acid-free paper to keep it from deteriorating.” Glancing up once again you find every pair of eyes on you.
You were starting to regret the lack of a panic button in your shop.
The other pretty one spoke up now.
“Can you tell us if a certain customer has been here? A John Price for example?”
“I am not in the habit of sharing my customer’s habits, no.”
Both pretty men lifted a brow.
“If I show you a picture, would you tell us if you’ve seen this man then, without confirming if he is a customer?” The tallest one asked.
“I think you should leave. Though feel free to call for a recommendation for a seamstress if you need any work done,” you give them your pretty, I’m a weak woman and don’t yell at me smile.
The breath between your words ending and their bodies moving drags into eternity. When their bodies edged through the door and down the sidewalk a way you flicked the lock shut on the front door.
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“You have one new message.” The robotic voice droned at John. “First new message: Hi John, this is the owner of Your Local Seamstress calling. I have your repairs completed, feel free to come and pick them up during business hours, six am to one pm or four pm to seven pm Tuesday through Saturday.”
A lingering pause, John can tell the message hasn’t ended.
“I did want to mention I had a…weird interaction today with a group of men looking for you. Two pretty men and two men covered tip to toe, asked for you by name. Not sure if you might know who they are but I figured I would pass along the information. Please feel free to give me a call if you have any questions.” She gave the shop number as if he didn’t have it memorized at this point.
“To replay this message press one, to delete press seven, to save press nine, for more options press six.” The robot is speaking to him again.
Slamming his thumb into the end call button John missed corded phones and the satisfaction of slamming the phone into the cradle. His muppets had scared his girl.
Y/n-Jokes aside, it's not like you to not be direct
Birdman- I'm doing so for your sake....But now I'm not feeling nice.
Birdman- I wanna see how wide that pussy go.
Y/n- wat?
Birdman- I want to stick my hand up your pussy and make you cream.
Y/n- Read-
*Incoming Call*
I sigh as I answer the phone. "Sylus," I ask with hints of amusement in my tone. I let the water in the pot come to a boil before sprinkling some salt and olive oil in the water.
" Is it wrong to assume you're ignoring me?" His deep, husky voice seeps through the phone, down to my core. I can tell it's one of those late work nights, as I can hear the tiredness as well. I sigh heavily into the phone.
I clear my throat before speaking," Sometimes I wonder if your name truthfully sparks fear into people's hearts." A deep chuckle fills the phone speaker. I hear rustling in the background before a door closes loudly. "Are you-," as Ibegin to speak he cuts me off.
"I heard your heart speed up at the mention of my little experiment. I'm also willing to bet when I get home, you'll be naked and kneeling. Won't you princess," the call ends with a beep.
Game night turns into something else. Just wanted to write something fun for gaz. My baby doesn't get enough love.
I stare at my cards, keeping my face neutral. One red, one blue, and two green cards. The top card is a green draw two. I sigh and look up at Gaz. " My eyes are up here," I state simply.
His eyes don't stray for a moment. My nipples perk up from the exposure, and goose bumps trail up my arms. I swear he made it colder on purpose. Like he knew I wasn't going to turn down a challenge. Like he knew I couldn't resist high stakes. As I sit only in my lace panties, which he specifically asked to stay on, it occurs to me that Kyle Garrick was very slick.
"But my favorite view is down there," a smirk creeps on his face. Mischief and lust fight to dominate each other in his eyes. His tongue swipes over his lips and he leans back. His skin tanned from the days spent in the desert, defining the ripples and crevices of his strength under his tight tee. If only he wasn't so smug, I'd happily ride him to tomorrow. I draw two cards from the deck placed on the coffee table.
I smile as the heavens have opened and spared me. Draw four wild card and a color block wild card. Ready to blow his world up. I was two seconds from saying ' fuck it' and cheating. I need to knock him down a few branches. He always has the most to speak to when it comes to games. Thinks he's such a know-it-all all. WELL GUESS WHAT! You have finally met your match. Let this be a lesson to not fuck with me!
I throw down my green number two cards and smirk. I'm about to light his ass up. Card rat
"You're cute," his mouth widens and his eyebrows lower. A predatory look adorns his face as he looks down at his cards. He rubs them together as a low chuckle falls from his lips. He shakes his head as his eyes slowly draw up towards me. Gaz words come out slowly," My poor baby..."
Like a chain reaction, he puts down card after card. Unable to process anything as I stare at each card laid down.
"Green reverse card, back to me," he grins.
" Two draw two," he barks out.
"One wild card for this wild fucking we about to do," he laughs.
"Uno! Another wild card, Uno out!" Kyle pauses his celebration as he waits for my reaction.
There's no way in fuck he just won! That couldn't be possible because who the fuck holds out on cards. He has to be cheating.
Why did I agree to this stupid ass game? I don't even like uno like that. I should have just taken a nap like I said I was going to. I literally create my own problems!
What if I just offer to cook for a week, I look up at Gaz's face. I can feel his hunger from across the table. He's not backing down.
Gaz stands and slowly makes his way towards me. " A deal's a deal baby, come cash your check."
Based on the show. I thought it was a fun idea. enjoy!! This will be slightly inaccurate since there is a lot of visa stuff that I don't know. Will it turn into a series, who knows?
*Thump thump thump thump*
Don't be irrational, don't be irrational..... Shit.
I feel my heart beating in my ass. My palms are sweaty, my chest feels tight, and I just hope I don't pass out. What if he changes his mind? What if he doesn't like what he sees anymore? What if, what if, what if. So many whats and no answers. Y/n get your shit together. I'm going to get off this plane and meet my fiance. If he didn't like me, he wouldn't have asked to marry me!
*Ding!* It's showtime.
I met John on a work trip to London. I was bored in a bar and John's eyes found me multiple times that night. His gaze lit me up like the Fourth of July. He sent me over a drink and of course, who was I to turn that down. I lifted the drink in thanks and shot him my most charming smile. He grins and walks over to me.
The rest is history. Within 21 days he proposed to me on a walk through Kensington Gardens (A real place, but I'm adding to it). We were walking where swans idly swim by, lights decorated the sidewalk to light up the path, and there was a flower stand not that far away from us. "Stay here," He kisses my lips before walking forward.
I look at the water to watch the baby swans lazily follow their mother. My heart warms when I see a black swan circle the mother. They bend their necks down slightly and lean beaks on each other as they gracefully swim. The shape of their necks creates a heart and I feel as if the universe is trying to tell me something. Swans mate once in their life, when they meet their other half it's truly their other half. I look back at John to see him make his way to me.
Is he my half? From the moment I saw him, I felt an energy change though subtle it was there. When I looked into his eyes I saw pass the protector, the hardened war hero, and the lonely man who sits by himself. I saw someone who restricted himself from leaning on someone. I saw someone who didn't need to be fixed but supported. John's gone his whole life being the shoulder to cry on, the helping hand, the man with the plan. Is wrong to want to be the one he leans on?
A grin is on his face and must be infectious because I can't contain the smile that grows on mine. I'd marry him if I could, god I would give him an army if he asked. But I'm here for work and well John? Im not quite sure. "My mother and father used to bring us here sometimes because it's where he proposed. This garden has a prominent price family history here. I can't help but think I would be making a mistake if I didn't do the same," he drops to one knee and I look at him shocked.
"Umm- John?" I ask and look around before he grabs my hand.
"When I saw you at the bar, you not only took my breathe away but the very darkness that clouds my mind. Darling, my heart starves for you and I don't want to be full. My favorite feature about you is your hands...you can create something out of nothing. Your hands have this power over me. They hold our future, they give your brain a creative outlet, and most importantly they hold our love. I just want to be the support beam," He finishes off and slides a plain silver band off the flower stems. "I'll get you a better ring tomorrow, this is all he had and I did;t want to wait any longer. Will you marry me," He asks.
I step off the plane and twirl and ring around my finger. I truly can't believe this is happening. Most of me feel excited for this new chapter of my life. I feel lucky to have John by my side, appreciative. Though if you asked him he's the lucky one. I just hope he doesn't get cold feet or worse.
I walk until I find where to grab my bag. I haul it out and begin walking to the cafe inside the airport. I order a small tea with lemon and honey. My phone buzzes.
Pornstache- Ass is getting fatter, Definitely my doing.
I laugh and turn around to try to spot John. I see a tan bucket hat first and my man second. I put my stuff down and speedwalk to him. I aggressively grab his shirt and pull him to me. He quickly responds and cuffs the back of my head to kiss me deeper. I moan and he pulls back,"My wife is here, finally."
I giggle like a catholic school girl, who has just shown her ankle to the newspaper boy. I twirl a strand of hair between my fingers. "It appears so, though the wedding is in 90 days," I grab his hand to pick up my tea from where I left it on the table. He grabs my bag and we start on our way to the exit.
"I almost forgot to tell you. We got a full house when we get home," I hear him say that and look at him. I almost forgot about meeting his family. The only thing I can do now is nod and smile.
(I wanted to end it there but I love smut yall! I have a problem!)
On the ride to his house, I feel John slide his hand over my thigh. I squeeze before opening them slightly. He smirks and rubs circles with his thumb on my right left thigh. We glance at each other and I give him a cheeky smile. His hands slip into my pants and panties. His forefinger traces my folds lightly parting them to get to my pearl.
He draws fast circles on my clit and I push my hips forward. I moan and lay my head on the headrest. My clit surges vibrations all throughout my body. I can feel a second heartbeat where his fingers beatbox on my clit. The nerves that were tightly winding up my chest slowly dissipated. My breathing shortend for other reasons now and not panic. "I wanna test her so bad. Can tell she's been missing me, poor thing," he talks to my pussy.
She responds in clenches as I feel his thick, rough fingers enter my slippery folds. "mmmmm," I hum out and start rocking against his hand to cum faster. "Please, I wanna come," I beg for him to not tease. To give me this release and let my mind fill with thoughts of nothing. He grins and adds a finger then starts angling up. I arch my back and my heart pounds in rhythm to my pussy.
Man being the poor medium that Gaz comes to distraught after Soap dies. He's never really believed in this stuff but his grandma passed down stories of people who could talk to the spirit world and he's desperate.
You have few but loyal customers, you don't generally take on anyone that isn't vouched for by someone you trust. The only reason you see this guy is because one of your ancestors takes a shine to him, something about being friends with one of his ancestors hundreds of years ago back home.
What you did not expect was the fucking spirit you have just made contact with, rather than being pretty morose and contemplative as most newly dead are, being a raging horndog who spends more time flirting with you than trying to talk to his friend. Incidentally, this is how Gaz knows you're the real deal. Him and Johnny always did share a taste in women.
Readers are mad that Andrew has been ditching their dates. Andrew has always said that reader needs to communicate better. What happens when the reader is petty and Andrew has low patience?
Mature Content, lollipop is violated (Lmao), you may cringe ( is that a warning) jk jk, very descriptive, some plot. (N-word usage once)
" I'm sorry honey, I'm just trying to make sure everything is in order before the holidays," Andrew says over the phone. I roll my eyes at another excuse that comes out of his mouth. I scoff in response, not knowing what to say in the moment.
"Andy..." He is so full of shit. I get that he has a job as D.A. and he has matters that he can't just ditch. But for a full three weeks? It feels more like an excuse to not see me. Especially when I got fed up and bribed his assistant for his schedule and made him clear up a spot for me. Which by the way wasn't hard since he only had two big cases, which he finished three days ago.
Who knows maybe even longer since we don't talk as much. Ugh! Fuck his work-alcoholic ways with his strong arms and his talented tongue that can turn me every which way. Don't even get me started on his fat-
I blink and clear my throat, "Ok, bye Andrew." I hang up the phone as soon as I'm done talking. I huff and lay back on our couch as I think about the situation at hand. I play with the rose gold necklace around my neck as I think about what to do.
*Buzzt*
I snatched it from where I threw it and read the message that was sent.
Grumpy Ogre- I'll let that hang-up slide since you're rightfully mad. We'll talk when I get home.
I roll my eyes and don't respond. I stand from the couch and go to our room. I open the closet and start pulling out clothes. A mixture of pink, purple, and other vibrant-colored clothes is thrown everywhere. As I pick out clothes and think of a makeup look to match, I stew in my thoughts.
I'm not asking for a lot. I just want a day where it's just me and him. No phones, no work, no unnecessary distractions. But he acts like I'm asking for a fucking trip to Mars and an alien to take home as a pet.
But for me, that's not even the worst part. 7 days ago, 168 hours ago, this man- this nigga! The man who constantly finds his face between my thighs, always trying to get his hands on something, I know he steals my panties. He denied me the physical act of proclaiming my love for him in a passionate way sex.
I don't really care that he said no. I'm never someone to make someone else feel bad for saying no. But it's the reason why he said no. It's because he's overworked himself so much that as soon as he comes home he goes straight to bed, I don't even remember the last time he sat on the couch and we watched our shows. Honestly, I just miss him. The only... crime I did was act on a feeling of worry and hurt. But Andy always said closed mouths don't get fed. Or at least in my case, no deserving ass left not dealt with.
Do with that what you want with that. Or judge me for what I'm about to do.
*Ding Ding*
The elevator doors open and I walk out. I make sure to tighten the belt around my coat. My heels click on the floor with purpose as I walk through cubicles to get to the big brown doors at the end of the walkway. My head held high. I fix my hair and make sure nothing is shown to earlier.
*Knock Knock*
I don't wait for a reply and just walk in. He doesn't even look up once to see who it is. The only thing I can be grateful for is that he isn't cheating. But why would he when he has me at home? Why can't he see that? "Whatever it is, just leave it on the desk, I'll get to it when I can," He signs a paper he's focusing on.
I promptly walk to the chair stationed in front of his desk. I sit down and lean back to pull out a lollipop from my pocket. I open the wrapper and dispose of it quickly. " Should I be worried that my boyfriend doesn't seem to be aware of his surroundings," I raise a brow. His head snaps up.
"fuck! Baby-"
I cut him off," Go back to your work Andrew, when you finish take us home and we'll talk." His face shows caution like he can see right through me. Like he can see the mischief in my eyes, swirling, waiting to bubble over. Waiting for the first opportunity to grab my devil horns and pull them out.
But I know him too. I know that the uncertainty of this situation riles him up. I see the slight clench of his hand on the paper as he eyes the trench. I can feel the tension slowly creep into the room and hover over my shoulder, waiting for my next move. The nervous twitch his eyes make, makes me wanna laugh but I hold it together.
He turns to his papers again. I bring the lollipop to my lips and begin licking. I swirl my tongue around the circular tip and sigh loudly. He looks up quick and back down, It's like a switch went off as his head snaps back up. His eyes track the movement of my tongue. As I glide the lolly horizontally on my tongue I untie the belt and open the coat.
My brown skin glimmers brightly under the lights and I know the body glitter is doing its job. I slide the shoulders off and group it at my waist. His eyes rake over my chest. A dark look takes over his features. A storm brewed behind his baby blue eyes. I smirk to myself not wanting to get cocky so fast. I trail the lollipop between the valley of my boobs. I circle one nipple but my eye catches movement from the corner of it.
I point a finger," You owe it to me to stay there. all I want is your attention and cooperation." His eyes narrow at me in complementation and he decides to lean back.
"Whatever you say baby girl," He licks his lips then adjusts himself in his seat. I smile knowing I'm going to make him eat those words as he made me take mean dick when he's mad. I take the lollipop and circle my other nipple as my left-hand grabs my left tit. I lean my head down and use my tongue to taste the flavoring off my nipples. I make a show of liking it and cleaning myself.
"No touching with your hands Andy or I swear I'll stop and lock you out of the bedroom."
I stand up and the coat falls to the floor. I make my way around his desk and push him back so I can sit in front of him on the wooden surface. I start sucking the lollipop like it's dick. I hallow my cheeks out and suck like a vacuum cleaner being used on a Sunday morning. I pop it out and leave streaks of it on my chest, paying extra attention to my nipples again.
I lazily leave the lollipop in my mouth. A pout comes on my face," Clean me up?" It seems like a question but sounds like a demand. A tick in his jaw makes me grin. He leans forward and licks up the valley of my breast then places kisses on my collarbone. A deep groan comes from within his throat. When he's done licking around my nipples. He starts sucking on one at a time. Although supposed to be a punishment for him, it turns into a reward for me.
He slowly starts kissing down my torso but I quickly wrap a hand in his hair and pull his head back hard. I tighten my grip and the audible groan he lets out makes my clit tingle. "Watch it," I say firmly. The glare on his face makes him scary but somehow hot at the same time. "Do you know why I'm doing this Andy," I ask as I take one foot and put it over his bulge. I add pressure before quickly taking it off. It looks like he physically deflates.
"Because of a couple of missed dates. But sweetness-" My eye roll cuts him off. He narrows his eyes at me as he speaks again," You're mad which I understand but I won't ta-" I cover his mouth with my hand.
I laugh," No no no," I gather myself together.
"Here's what's gonna happen. You're going to eat me out and depending on how well you do it, depends on how long I stay mad. The ball isn't in your court Andy. Maybe later when I'm done having my fun we can conversate... but right now. I want to feel your retribution through your tongue." I lean back and spread my legs wide open.
He leans forward and spits on my cunt. I feel his spit land and he quickly licks me up. I suck in a breath at his actions, I'm not handing out moans, he needs to earn every reaction out of me. Big hands push me back and hold my legs up.
He heads straight for my clit, not playing any games. His tongue swirls and it feels like he's making out with my pussy. I feel myself grow wet, I suck in deeper breaths, and every now and again I feel my hips trying to follow his tongue. I don't know what it is about hearing how wet I am for him. "mm," comes out my mouth.
*nac nac nac nac*
It feels like it adds to the sensation of being horny. It's like my pussy is trying to prove how much she can drown him. Oh god, his tongue has me talking in third person about it (pussy). " I'm going to kiss it better," He pauses and sticks his tongue in my hole.
"A-ah." I feel my pussy clench on itself and push out my essence. He moans and thrusts into my cunt. I force my torso against the desk surface and push my hips up. My hands wrap in his hair and I pull him in further. A loud whine sounds from my mouth," My c-clit." I remind him before he dives back in. He always gets so caught up in feasting on me, any other time is appreciated but not now.
As much as I would love to keep doing this. I wanna go home as soon as possible and finish there. I start rolling my hips into his face," Work for this...," I gasp out, "cum." I feel my body vibrate and my eyes roll back. He shakes his head from side to side. "oo ah ahh f-fuck," My mouth hangs open. I feel my body tense up.
"Give to me," he demands and sucks on my clit. My chest surges forward as my stomach sucks in, I close my eyes and cry out as I cum. My holes clenched around nothing and Andy slurps me up. I pat his head as my body jerks. He kisses up my chest, "I'm so sorry baby. I swear I'll make it up to you. Tomorrow we'll talk everything out swear." His last kiss lands on my lips and I kiss back.
"You have a lot of making up to do."
-Timeskip to next morning-
*Buzzt* video attachment
Andy groans before tightening his arms around Y/n. After last night, they need as much sleep as possible. Andy's about to lull himselfself back to sleep before...
*Buzzt*
He sighs and turns his body slightly so he can grab his phone. He clicks on the video paying no mind.
"Aw f-fuck, you...f..feel so good andy," Y/n whine comes through his speakers and he jolts up. "Gonna fuck this pussy right," Andy hears himself growl out. He exits off it and feels his face pale. The attachment reads.
P.A Eric- This you man?
*Buzzt*
P.A Eric- Considered deleted everywhere, sir.
Andrew- Thank you Eric I owe you one. My lady would freak if she seen that their was a camera in the elevators. I completely forgot.
A loud shriek sounds from beside Andy. He turns to the culprit and gulps, "Is that my ass!?... ON CAMERA!"
I'm trying to work on improving my smut writing which is what took so long. Anyway enjoy and don't forget to check out the other fics lmao. bye babes
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This is a Simon Riley introduction to my page. The reader is described as black but anyone can read. This took a minute to post because I had work and I didn't know a good situation. But anywayyys...Enjoy! Outfit inspo!!!
"He had the nerve to tell me that I need to get a grip on life," I speak into the phone. My friend Sasha snorts on the line. I roll my eyes a little bit at the sound of her laugh. I'm trying to tell this girl my problems and she playing. I stop and look at an outfit displayed in the window on a mannequin.
"Girl you need to kick this man to the curb. Hang up on you...not in the mood.," She mimics that TikTok sound. I laugh out loud at that as the jean two-piece rings around my mind. There are endless possibilities for outfits that can come out of this. The gold belt really pulls the outfit together. I smile brightly as a decision is made up in my mind. I get ready to text the man-child that is my boyfriend.
"Shit," Is all I here before I run into a goddamn big ass stone wall. My phone falls out of my hand and I try to catch myself. Big rough hands grip my waist and firmly pull me to them then my phone does one 'fuck you' bounce on the floor to me. I shriek when I look up and see a black face mask close to my face. Not expect him to be leaning down on me.
I can swear by the way his way eyes move, there must be a smirk on his face. I quickly get out of his grasp and move to get my phone. "Jumpy little thing," His British accent catches me off guard. I look him up and down, his 6'0+ self with muscles in places I didn't even know could have muscles. His deliciously thick arms that I would let wrap around me any day. "You're British," I state turning my head up to look him in the face.
He stares blankly for a second, "Am I?" I nod to his question and look at him funny.
"Your accent? Did you forget you have one," I question him and lean my weight on my hip and cross my arms. His mask protrudes a little so I assume he's licking his lips. I have no proof but, by the way his eyes flash what seems to be lust for a split second. Maybe he's a murder and he checking to see if I'm a good victim. I scare myself slightly.
His deep scratchy voice blesses my ears again," What's going on in that little head of yers?"
I finick a French curl braid between my fingers and sway my body a little," I'm trying to figure out what they fed you overseas. I've never seen any Brits look like you," I pause," Kinda like... Hansel on steroids."
He raises a brow at me before turning his expression neutral again. This man radiates that he's emotionally constipated. Lowkey kinda my type apparently since I'm still with Chris. That fucking asshole! The audacity, the courage, the-
He pushes the braid behind my ear and I turn shy. A smile creeps onto my face and I hope it doesn't have fuck me written on them. Ugh! Why Do I feel like this man can see right through me? His eyes...they feel different, something I can't quite place my finger on. But I'm not even sure I want to find out.
"Do yuh think of shit like tha all the time," what appears to be amusement in his tone," I'm Simon."
I place a hand on my chest," I'm Y/n."
"I can take yuh out this Saturday," He interrupts my thoughts. His tone is a matter of faculty. I clear my throat as I take in his words. I'm not shallow but this looks like a ain't shit ni-. Damn, this sucks to do but...
"I have a boyfr-" I try to get out but he quickly shuts that down.
"Dont remember askin'. But 'ell you can bring yer, little boyfriend if yuh want, makes no difference to me," he takes his phone out. Which by god I pity. It looks like it doesn't know what brighter days are. The cracks look like they should be slicing his fingers. But as he slides open his lock screen, he looks back at me.
I bite my lip as girly giggles come out and I give out my number," Don't forget to text me the details." What the hell am I doing? I'm not single so why the fuck am I giving my number out. This feels bad- no wrong but I also can't deny the butterflies in my stomach. I really hope for both of our sake he's not a criminal or something.
I bid him goodbye as I walked deeper into the mall. "Hel- motherfucking- lo? Can you hear me hoe," Sasha's muffled voice comes through.
I quickly pull the phone to my ear," Sash? You still here?" She huffs out loudly and I giggle. This is literally my bitch because who else would stay on the phone. "Why didn't you hang up?"
"WELLL I heard a loud ass crack noise and I guess when you picked the phone up, I heard this clear deep...raspy...sexy-" I cut her off.
"Stand up! You don't even know what this man looks like," I say in replacement of whatever she was going to say. She laughs exaggeratedly and annoyingly.
"WHAT I DO KNOW IS YOU BETTA GO ON THAT DATE! FUCK WANNABE ASS CHRISTOPHER," she yells and I hang up the phone.
I'm not finna let her wild ass keep yelling in my ear. She's literally crazy but I guess that's why are friends. My name and sane have never been in the same sentence before.
I continue to shop but with new energy, some would say a slight pep in my step. A new mission added to my list.
-Get a date night outfit.
A little short but thats because I wanted to work on part two and this other thing I'm creating.. I will have a nice little surprise, some would say chaotic. Also let me know if this was bimbo enough or not
"Hello everyone! I'm your host, Sativa, and I'm here to test certain theories about love. The contestants will blindly choose their 'Their Forever Partner' and be put through challenges so we can find out how forever their partners are gonna be," Sativa says cheekily. "Sometimes we put what we call 'spies' in the game that no one knows about. Their job is to act like their here for love but its to test limits. More will be explained later as I want to get this show on the road. My final question to the contestants is, are you ready?" The screen turns black and I stare at it waiting for something else to happen.
The words ' Start dating' appear with a loading bar under it. The room is nicely decorated with a beach theme to it. The walls are a nice blue color with a accent wall painted to resemble a beach. They put nice black couch in the wobble with beach themed pillows. Quotes about not giving up taped on the wall. One camera not so secretly placed in the top corner of the room.
The bar finishes loading and 12 profiles pop up. I accept 4 chats and I start three with a simple,
R-Heyyy
Everyone was told no names in case recognition happened. Especially since some have made it known they were on the show. One of the chats consisted of talking about sports only, one treated it as a sex thing kinda and I immediately left, and the others were downright boringgg!
How hard is it to have a normal conversation? Though I can't completely blame them. Dating for me hasn't been lucky and I think I find myself carrying that onto here. But hell can you blame me? Rome wasn't built in a day.
I decide to click on one more before finishing for the day. Clearing my mind and coming at this with as much positive energy as I can.
R- Your profile says that you are from Great Britain
Is the food as bad as they say?
G-Though I love my country,God bless the queen (She's alive right now,I have my reasons), the food does have its faults compared to America
R- Are you trying to say it is better than any other place?!?
G-I said we had some faults... We have some delicacies
R- Can you even count chicken masala...
G- I'll have you know that degradation is my kink
I laugh out loud at that. I guess I kinda did go in hard.
R- Looks like we have something in common.
We began texting back and forth the conversation flowing smoothly. I catch myself giggling and twirling my hair. We talk about movies and of course land on the argument of rose and jack. He could've fit!
G- Yes the door was big enough but! Weight would weigh them down.
R- Puh-Lease! She could have given him her life jacket to help cover him for the cold.
We talk about each others families. His father was enlisted in the army but now spends his days in the wilderness to get his hands dirty. His mom stayed at home to care for him and his sisters. I told him about how my father died which left me and my mother. I only have one sister.
R- My father passed when I was young so I don't have many memories with him.
G- Daddy issues go crazy for the both of us.
Though my father is here, we weren't always close. We are now repairing our relationship.
I also found him to be very funny and quite sassy! His quick comebacks had me dying on the floor. I'm sure the viewers will have a field day with our messages.
*Buzzt*
A buzz happens and lets us know that we have to stop chatting.
G- I'll text you tomorrow. Tell your other dudes I'm first in line.
I smile as I reread his text. I fist bump the air as I start to feel like this wasn't a complete failure. Maybe love is in my cards or maybe I'm being naive and desperate. I'm not quite sure but what I do know is that if this doesn't work out, Hot Girl Summer will!
Kyle receives a small message that says...
S- Feel free to make a confessional. Just grab the camera under the couch and set it where to computer is.
He thinks for a moment weighing his options. He grabs the camera and sets it up. How should I start?
"I'm Kyle Garrick but everyone calls me Garrick. So far I've talked to 8 people. Only two really catch my eye but I have my doubts about this whole thing," He pauses and laughs.
"For some reason, I can't shake the feeling that none of this is real. What can I say? Stacey and I share a similar military family background. And the other one just seems crazy. But I will admit how interested I am to see how this plays out," He finishes talking and signs out.
The first part is the same as the snippet, and there will be an indication (RP) that the repeat part is done, but I recommend reading all of it. fair warning this is long to me.
He is a captain of the 141. He's the man that people rely on to get home. Especially three men in particular. He has to be four steps ahead while you're at one. Not only are lives in his hands, blood, that cakes on his skin for however long it takes for them to evacuate. Every move he makes is calculated, not only for himself but for his team.
He is a friend when his boy's pride is too high to go to anyone else for help. They need someone to talk to but how can they when the aftermath of a mission is too much. He's the tough love, words of encouragement, or hell even drinks, whatever it takes to help them get up the next day. In some cases fight.
He is a husband to Y/n Price. He is her protector even when he's away. Call it obsessive but he'll be damned before his woman is left astray. But to focus more so on when he's home...Since the beginning of their relationship, he finds it easier to sleep with her around.
Whether he wraps her up in his arms to pass his warmth to her, as he knows his wife gets cold, or when she wraps him up when the world is too loud. Those were the days when the ringing was non-stop and he couldn't bear to get up. Though those were rare she still forced him to cut back on smoking.
He always thanks her when his body's personal alarm clock wakes him up before her. Like clockwork, John gets up at the ass crack of dawn. He takes that time to get important business matters out the way. But when the sun rises a light blue starts taking over as a sign for the rest of the world to wake up.
He slides the covers off you and pauses his movements as you shiver from the cold. He notices your nipples tense as a reaction as well. He licks his lips like a hungry beast looking at his prey. He takes the straps of your silk nightgown and slides them down to reveal your breasts. He leans down and lightly pecks both nipples. Soft whimpers come out of her mouth.
John pushes his tongue out and he circles his tongue around the pebble. He takes his left hand and circles his pointer finger around her other pebble before, lightly squeezing. He pushes himself away and makes his way down to her wet cavern. He slides the dress completely off and my god was it slow. His patience is on a thin line with it.
He opens her legs and takes a whiff. It sends tingles from his head down to his dick. He rolls his tongue out to let spit that piled up roll off his tongue and dribble down to her folds. Not a moment later he goes in for the kill. He laps at your clit like no tomorrow and you jolt awake," F-Fuck!"
Let's come back to the main point of this.
John Price is a lot of things, but someone's bitch?
I think the fuck not.
(RP)
Imagine this... John is pulling up in his drive-through after a tiring day of training recruits. It seems this batch of 'em are as hard-headed as they come. Between sticking their nose and sometimes dick in things they shouldn't (Quite literally), and trying to find loopholes in any and everything.
He sighs as he turns off the car and leans back in his seat. He closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face. Soft lines on his face show the hard work and dedication he's put forth to his job. At the very least his job has granted him a week off.
He's gonna use that time to bury himself into forgotten hobbies and maybe his sweet juicy wife if she's feeling up to it. He grunts and hauls himself out of his truck. John landed on his feet with a soft thud. As he's walking up his pavement to his door he sees a white paper taped to it. He takes a second to survey his surroundings, trying to find anything suspicious. He runs through different scenarios in his head.
He sure as shit pays his bills on time so his pretty wife can have a roof over her head. All loose ends were tied and cut off from his previous mission but god help anyone that tries to reattach. He walks closer to his door, inspecting it cautiously. Call him paranoid but when you make as many enemies as him, he's sure they wouldn't go above lacing the paper.
Red lettering that read ' H.O.A' catches his attention. He grasps the paper, slightly crumbling it as he opens it.
H.O.A of Shefield.
8/6/24 Type of complaint: Written Warning/ fined
We regret to inform you that we will be charging you for 3 violations that you or someone in your household have been found guilty of.
$100- Not using the H.O.A garbage disposal that we kindly provide.
$75- Excessive amount of cars in the driveway/Lots of guest.
$50- Grass is the embodiment of needs help.
Total: $225
Any questions or concerns please make a report and leave it at the committee office.
Now john wasn't a sensitive man. He didn't cry when watching the boy in the striped pajamas, hell! He doesn't even get mad when the protagonist does something stupid in a horror movie. But like stated before John is a protective man especially when it comes to his wife.
How was this person who wrote this supposed to know that, and that his wife cut the grass for him as a way to give him a break. When he found out, he nearly had a heart attack and spanked that attitude right out of her (All in good fun). It feels like his whole body has taken offense to this paper.
But honestly, 225 dollars is nothing to John. It was more of the fact that this H.O.A. person had the nerve to want to make his family their new victims. Johns heard talk of the power-tripping H.O.As that were newly elected in office. His wife even had a run-in with them and he had almost given them a piece of his mind then and there. But his oh-so-lovely wife always wanted to be the peacemaker. He knew that this bud should have been cut the first time.
But you know what they say... Happy wife, Happy life.
John grumbles as he heads inside and looks for his wifey. His footsteps are heavier than before as he finally spots her. "John? What wrong-," He walks closer to her and picks her up to take her to the bedroom. When she lands she uses her elbows to hold herself up. She sees the wild look that takes over his features. She bites her lip.
He grabs the end of his shirt and yanks it off before quickly disposing of his pants, leaving him in his boxers. "That oll of this off," He gives her a hard look as he yanks her down by her legs. She takes care of her clothes as fast as she can but I guess she was too slow because in the end, he ends up tearing her panties off.
He palms himself as he looks over her bare body. Her soft, plushy thighs stay raised and open. " John-" he slaps the fat of her cheek and she shrieks.
"Did I say speak," He questions leaning down and she quickly shakes her head no. He raises a brow as if daring her to defy. He'd be lying if he said he hoped so but knew his good girl wouldn't. John runs his pointer finger through her folds. Feeling her slick on his finger as he plays with her a little, she lets out a moan. " I see you did as I asked," He starts fingering her with two fingers," Stretched yourself out for me, huh?" Her muscles tense as she responds, "Y-yes Captain."
He stops and brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans them. Her mouth parts as she watches him, she puts her hand over her breasts and squeezes. Her nipples tingle and she pinches them to keep the feeling going. He slides his boxers down and pumps his cock. Spreading the precum to slicken him up, she feels her hole clench as she watches him.
Her walls moisten up more to prepare for the beating she knows her pussy is about to take. She can already feel the delicious and painful stretch which causes her to get more excited. He takes his tip and moves it against her clit a few times before pushing in. She feels the air gets punched out of her as John tries to pushes his way through. He grunts at the feel of her gripping him like a vice. " Let... Me... In"His words match his long and deep strokes as he tries to fit more.
It sometimes amazes her that even with all the natural lube they both produce she still has a hard time taking it sometimes. With no patience to wait, John circles her clit with his thumb as he pounds at her pussy.
*pat pat pat pat*
The bed rocks from the strength of John's thrust. Y/n cries out as her back arches, her toes tightly curl and her nails dig into his back. "Captain," she moans as it feels like John's harsh thrust is digging for gold. He grunts and groans as he starts moving to hit the spongy spot that makes her see stars. "oo ooo oooo," her breath comes out in pants as she throws her head back.
"W- why are youuu... f-fucking me l-like thissss," y/n tries to get out as coherently as she can. John grins as he fills her tighten around him. A couple moans slip past here and there as his balls begin to tighten.
He puts her into a deeper mating press. Her hands are around the backs of her knees and her ankles land where her ears are. Their moans and grunts become tangled as one as he fucks her. " They have the audacity," He stops to thrust into her deeper," to make fun of my wife," He says it like he cant believe it even as the words come out.
He pulls out and quickly manhandles her onto her stomach. He pins her hips to the bed and grabs his cock to slide it back into her. Her moans sound like music to his ears. He lifts a leg onto the bed to fuck at a better angle. " Whoooo," she whines out as her hole clenches again. The pressure quickly built up in her lower abdomen.
" The fucking H.O.As! I'll show them the embodiment of needs help," He grunts as he takes them closer to the edge. His head leans back as he gets lost in her pussy.
" Fuck! Captain, Im comingggg, please, please," She begins begging. He speeds up and her hand goes to her clit to draw herself closer.
*pat pat pat pat pat*
Y/n cums first and the hand that was gripping John's back draws his blood. He lets out a couple more grunts before releasing and pushing all the way forward to plug his wife. They breathe heavily in unison and Y/n can swear that her body is floating. She starts fighting to close her eyes as a wave of fatigue washes over her. She holds tight onto John as he moves to start his aftercare," Stay please."
He nods and kisses her before laying on her chest and plotting against the H.O.As. He doesn't care how crazy it is. They think they can run people with their fines and threats that scare others. But he's seen true terror. Things that regular people would try to get him sent to the loony bin for. He's been up close and personal with the things children would call monsters and adults would call murderers.
To others, it may be fines and words on paper about his grass, the garbage disposal, and guess parking. But to him it's so much more. His wife rightfully chose another garbage company because they care about the environment and won't just dump it anywhere. His wife needs her friends because it can get quite lonely and who are they to isolate her! His wife, although warned to not do it again, tried her best to take care of his chores on the week that he failed to do so. Plus he'll be damned if he employed another man to take his job.
So yes, maybe it wasn't a big deal to others but John always hated those who abused their power. He had no problem telling people to fuck off and mind theirs.
So if I had to add to the list of things john is and ask his wife to weigh in.
He is a captain of the 141. He's the man that people rely on to get home. Especially three men in particular. He has to be four steps ahead while you're at one. Not only are lives in his hands, blood, that cakes on his skin for however long it takes for them to evacuate. Every move he makes is calculated, not only for himself but for his team.
He is a friend when his boy's pride is too high to go to anyone else for help. They need someone to talk to but how can they when the aftermath of a mission is too much. He's the tough love, words of encouragement, or hell even drinks, whatever it takes to help them get up the next day. In some cases fight.
He is a husband to Y/n Price. He is her protector even when he's away. Call it obsessive but he'll be damned before his woman is left astray. But to focus more so on when he's home...Since the beginning of their relationship, he finds it easier to sleep with her around.
Whether he wraps her up in his arms to pass his warmth to her, as he knows his wife gets cold, or when she wraps him up when the world is too loud. Those were the days when the ringing was non-stop and he couldn't bear to get up. Though those were rare she still forced him to cut back on smoking.
He always thanks her when his body's personal alarm clock wakes him up before her. Like clockwork, John gets up at the ass crack of dawn. He takes that time to get important business matters out the way. But when the sun rises a light blue starts taking over as a sign for the rest of the world to wake up.
He slides the covers off you and pauses his movements as you shiver from the cold. He notices your nipples tense as a reaction as well. He licks his lips like a hungry beast looking at his prey. He takes the straps of your silk nightgown and slides them down to reveal your breasts. He leans down and lightly pecks both nipples. Soft whimpers come out of her mouth.
John pushes his tongue out and he circles his tongue around the pebble. He takes his left hand and circles his pointer finger around her other pebble before, lightly squeezing. He pushes himself away and makes his way down to her wet cavern. He slides the dress completely off and my god was it slow. His patience is on a thin line with it.
He opens her legs and takes a whiff. It sends tingles from his head down to his dick. He rolls his tongue out to let spit that piled up roll off his tongue and dribble down to her folds. Not a moment later he goes in for the kill. He laps at your clit like no tomorrow and you jolt awake," F-Fuck!"
Let's come back to the main point of this.
John Price is a lot of things, but someone's bitch?
