Would you ever write more about Kyle "Gaz" Garrick and his fwb girl? Like where she finds out he’s lying so she goes and fucks soap and gaz walks in or she just stops fucking with him all together
We should look more into fuck boy Kyle and his crazy fwb that he's leading in circles.
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Pairing: K Garrick x reader and introducing my new baby daddy Mace.
You're not one for revenge fucking. But with the way the girl in the video is grinding up against your Kyle, you feel more than green with envy. Then again, he isn't really yours. He's for the streets, the pavement, and community dick as far as you're concerned. You had followed the profile 'Dawn Dish Insurgent' after figuring out it was his roommate Johnny. It was a private Instagram, and he didn't recognize you, and you were suddenly aware of how played you were.
"Fuck his boss." Your best friend told you. "You can probably get him to trick on you."
"Fuck the dude in the mask." Another friend suggested, "I bet his dick is bigger."
You wanted to, if for the sake of getting back at Kyle Garrick. But you didn't want to ruin his relationships with his friends in case you and him worked it out...fucking pathetic but you held out hope.
It was your aunt who laughed and said "Fuck someone who is better than him and make it known."
And fuck if the next guy wasn't better.
You met him at a bar while out with your friends. He introduced himself as Mace, just Mace, and that should have been your first red flag. He was tall, broad, dark, and handsome. Rugged in the way a man that is definitely bad news is. He wasn't covered in tattoos, but neat raised scars. When you traced your finger tips over them, he smiled over his glass of brown liquor and explained that they were crocodile scars.
"I have more in other places." The smile he gave you made you temporarily forget the whole point of why you were there, and that was to get your lick back.
The only lick back you ended up getting that night was Mace throwing your back out at your place. He was right. He did have the scars in other places. Across his chest, down his back, it was a fine gradient of scarred skin to smooth skin at his hips. His dick had practically impaled you and knocked the good sense from your head. Each kiss he left on your body was like being branded with fire.
And when he folded you in half, his hand gripping your neck and pressing down, he was at his worst. Whispering what had to be filth in whatever native tongue he spoke. His thumb kept your mouth open as he dropped a glob of his spit into your mouth and followed it with a kiss.
You felt possessed after that move. Your screams and cries of pleasure mixed with the chanting of his name. Ankles around his shoulder dangling uselessly as you gripped the sheets for dear life. When he finally came, he didn't pull out, he pressed his hips closer as close as possible to you.
"Ungowam ngoku." He grunted.
You didn't know what that meant, but you only nodded too tired to ask.
Kyle hadn't heard from his girl in three days. Normally, by now, she's blowing up his phone, sending messages, asking for him to carve out an hour at least to come by and fuck up her insides. He could have skinned Soap alive when he found out she had seen his Instagram and, by extension, the video of him with some girl dancing...in a not so appropriate way. It didn't matter. He would swing by her place with some flowers, and honestly, coupled with a few nice words, she'd be putty in his hands.
It takes longer than expected for the door to open after he knocks on it. When it swings open, you're standing there, in muscle tee and basketball shorts that he does not recognize. He doesn't wear muscle tees and finds them ridiculous for guys to wear them. You don't rush to hug him, pull him into a kiss despite the knowledge of him being with another woman. You lean against the door frame and stare blankly at him.
"Yes?" The way which there is no sweetness to your voice makes him wince a bit, and he knows he's probably in the dog house.
"Bae," he leans in to kiss you but is shocked when you turn your head and the kiss lands on your cheek. Oh, he really is in trouble, "I missed you."
You take in the flowers, regular run of the mill compared to what is sitting on both your vanity, living room, and kitchen table. "Did you now?" You scoff and roll your eyes so hard, it's amazing how they don't fall right out of your head.
"Yes, I did. Now, can I come in or-" He pauses dead in his sentence when the front door opens up a bit more. The anger is almost instantaneous, the heat of that and embarrassment swirling together at the sight of another man - shirtless no less - in his girl's house.
You feel absolutely smug and over the moon at how speechless Kyle suddenly is. Eyes wide as they flick between you and Mace. You fake concern in your voice, "Oh Kyle, meet Mace, my friend. He's in town for work and is just visiting." You glance at Mace with a loving smile, the kind you always give to Kyle, "Finish getting ready. When I'm done with this conversation, we can head out Sugar."
Mace keeps a very stoic face but nods his head, "Don't take too long." He gives Kyle one last look over before leaving.
"What the fuck?" Kyle hisses immediately, eyes narrowing. "What's this shit about? Why does my girl have some fuck in her house and wearing his clothes?"
"Your girl? Please, " you sigh, and there's an evil glint in your eyes when you say this, "Don't be weird about this. He's just a friend that's visiting." It's similar cadence and words that he's said to you before in the past.
There's a sick satisfaction swelling in your chest as you watch Kyle storm off. Flowers he got you tossed aside. You hope it's the same feeling inside of him that eats him alive that has bothered you non-stop.
Vanta Note: 👀 what next? Also special thanks to @umber-cinders for mentioning off handedly about the idea of Mace speaking Xhosa and a special thanks to @demothers-empty-blog for introducing me to Mace who on this blog will be called '#ego boy'
do you know where V went? she hasn't been active in days and her works are all gone 😭😭
People were bullying and harassing her. Putting her writings into ai chats. Talking shit about her, called her a racist, stole her ideas and works and didn't give credit. Disrespected her boundaries over and over again. And each time she said she was done she gave this community a try and pushed on.
I'm not surprised that she was fed up and deleted her things and dipped. She and I talked about it and i support her in whatever she wants to do.
Bullying and harassment isn't cool or nice especially if you're old enough to pay taxes, vote, work a job, and be angry about taxes.
*vibrates excitedly* thank you thank you, it's dumb buuut...
Nagging the 141 (Nikolai included because duh) about eating and drinking and taking care of themselves. Coaxing them into eating a full meal only for them to watch at the audacity as you walk into the room with a cup of noodles.
How do you think they'd react.
Darling, I'm gonna say this first. Are you eating and drinking regularly? A wise sage once told me "Protien keeps you fuller longer." I've been living by that rule since. Anyway let's gooooo!
Title: A full meal.
Pairing: poly 141 (yes even Nik) x hypocrite!reader
CW: none fluff.
John knows he can't talk or say much about his health habits. He smokes like a chimney and drinks brown liquor like a fish. His back often aches and knees creak with protest of "Please for fucks sake slow down." Before he would not need to be scolded, his lovers are in the same boat and they don't open their mouths unless they want to be called a hypocritical jack ass.
That is until they end up with you in their complex polycule. He still isn't sure who brought you along, though he suspects you came with Kyle and Simon from a one night stand, and one of them just couldn't leave you alone. (It was probably Simon if he's honest. He had a habit of collecting people with sunny dispositions.)
He's the first one you chew out and actually make an example of. It was first the snide comment of
"JOHN THREE CIGARS? YOU ABSOLUTE CHAIN SMOKER!" At the top of your lungs when you saw him lighting up a third cigar. He didn't have the heart to tell you it was his fourth because the aim of your slipper knocking the cigar out of his hand was sniper deadly.
The next victim was Simon, the very guy who talked you into kissing Johnny when you visited the one time (that's how you ended up getting initiated into the group). He was going on day two of no sleep, insomnia kicking his ass and he's losing. You had been watching him closely. No amount of tea was helping, and his cat naps lasted only 10 minutes at most. The final straw being when you overheard him saying he almost fell asleep behind the wheel.
The way you started giving him a bedtime and the guy being forced to do as you say should be studied. Simon wasn't sure what you gave him in that tea cup, but it was chamomile and some other leaves. At first, he thought you drugged him, but the 10 hours straight of sleep told him to just do whatever you say. He supposed it helped that he slept in your room under ten blankets and practically in the Arctic.
Nikolai had the habit of not drinking enough...or well he drank a lot but it was often some type of brown liquor or a clear liquor mixed with whatever was in the kitchen. You had gone to take a sip from his cup one evening and frowned.
"Nikki?" You slowly turned to face him. On the dark of the living room, it seemed that your eyes glowed. Nikolai could have swore you were a demon. "How many of these cups of gasoline have you drank?"
And John, not one to, suffer the ban on cigars smirked "its his fifth one today."
Nikolai laughs nervously "Now Круглый леденец (gumdrop) let's not act irrationally. A man needs his relaxation." His voice waivers just a bit.
From the view that Kyle has from the kitchen, all he hears is Nikolai swearing in Russian, and he watches as you stomp into the kitchen and dump out the cup of liquor. You turn to face Kyle, and he sits there, doing his best to avoid eye contact, lest he be next.
Unfortunately, Kyle is known for his habit of skipping meals. He will sit on his off days or even days he works and be on go mode and doesn't slow down. He gets headaches often, and when you hear him complain or ask John for painkillers, you glare at him, too. It's not uncommon for you to trip him up and ask about what he's eaten and tracking what he eats and when. It may seem outlandish, but he's a soldier who needs to eat to replace his calories!
You send him doordash m, you pack his lunch, you make him send you and the group chat photos of what he eats. Kyle has seen you throw a slipper at John, Nikolai, and Soap. He doesn't want that smoke, so he stays on his good behavior.
Where Kyle doesn't eat enough, Soap eats too many sweets! Nerds, chocolate bars, sour patch kids, pudding cups, if it was a treat he was gonna eat! Unfortunately it led to complaints about cavities.
"John!" You scream at the top of your lungs. Poor John Price could have had a heart attack as he was just getting back in from having an illegal smoke. But he sighs when he hears-
"I know bonnie! But I went to the dentist!" It's Soap, and he sounds weird.
"After Simon and Kyle had to drag you kicking and screaming! That's it no more sweets!" You storm out of the sun room like a bat out of hell. Passing John you stop and sniff him, giving him a side eye.
John puts his hands up "I only had one cigar today. Honest!" (It's a lie, work has been tough and he's had two)
It's all of these instances of loving them they appreciate. Your concern for their health is adorable and sweet. So when they see you eating your third cup of noodles and it's 1pm and you're still in your pajamas...well they worry.
John: Babe no! Eat real food!
Simon: are your antidepressants out? Have you gotten your refill?
Nikolai: you need to shower gumdrop. It's good for you.
Kyle: noodles? Again? Let's try eating something else with a protein yeah?
Soap: maybe we could cuddle the sad away
And honestly you and them wouldn't have it any other way.
Each time I’m scrolling on my fyp on TikTok and happen upon a Captain Price edit, I’m always reminded how strong and muscled that man is. ITS HIS ARMS I SWEAR😭
I feel like a Victorian seeing ankles every time o see a shot of him in the muscle armor shirt thing when he’s raising his arms up in surrender
Price and those arms of his. Honestly he isn't beating the "traps his woman in headlock to fuck her hard and rough" allegations.
Like he knows he's fit for his age. He's aged like a nice whiskey and he's strong too. He finds it cute how his woman buys compression shirts for him to wear. Short sleeves that hug his arms nicely. Sometimes he flexes just to get you flustered.
And when he fucks you, giving it to you real good. You're trying to escape those devastating back shots. Your cervix is knocked senseless, and your mind going hazy, he traps you in a head lock. His mouth right next to your ear, whispering pure filth.
"Sweetheart, it's okay, I got you" He grunts out from between clenched teeth. He throws his weight and strength into each thrust. "Just gotta let me take care of you and this pretty pussy right?" He huffs a chuckle at your whine.
You feel light-headed with the restricted breathing, but it's so so good. Your nails scraped and dragged against his arm.
🤷🏾♀️ anon, I feel you on the whole Price's arms thing.
Hiya, can I please request Price eating girlfriend black!reader’s food for the first time and having his mind blown because he has never tasted delicious seasoned food in his life
I never understood why British food looks that way. But yeah, this is my favorite genre of tiktok videos, British people trying American food or soul food. Side note, for most British people, they think a 45 min drive is too far away, lol.
Title: Just throwing something on the grill.
Pairing: J. Price x black!reader (ft those muppets)
CW: none fluff
The house smelt like heaven on this Saturday afternoon. You had spent last night making deviled eggs and prepping most of the dishes you wanted to share with your new boyfriend and his team. Under a glass cake stand was a hummingbird cake, in the fridge a pan of banana pudding, and an array of jello shots right next to it. It took some doing, but a family member was able to send you three jars of moonshine (all different flavors), and for your loving boyfriend, a bottle of real Tennessee Jack Daniel's. (You also had them send you two bottles of MD 20/20 for Johnny's and Kyle's enjoyment. Seemed like the right thing to do.)
The oven is packed with macaroni and cheese, and one of two skillets you own filled with corn bread, all to be kept warm. Two burners on the stove have a pot of greens and a pot BBQ beans (you didn't make either too spicy, afraid you might kill these English men). Out on the grill on the patio are where your ribs and chicken are done cooking (it took forever to find your fathers BBQ sauce recipe that was packed away. You only hope you did it right).
In your opinion, it wasn't much. It was just you throwing something on the grill because the weather was nice, and your boyfriend of three months was back from a two month mission overseas. The conversation earlier in the week went like.
You: Let's throw something on the grill to celebrate you and the guys coming home safely.
John: sure hun. I'll cook-
You: Nah 😲, I got it.
John pulled his truck into the driveway of his girlfriend's place. The forty-five minute drive was ridiculous, and he couldn't imagine his sweet girl doing this every day to get to base.
"Your girl is mental." Kyle said with a grumble, "forty-five minute commute both ways Monday to Friday? Just for work at the base? Why doesn't she just move closer?"
John shrugged his shoulders, "She said when she lived in the States, her commute was an hour and a half with traffic. To her forty-five minutes is a reasonable commute." He doesn't mention that on your first date when he brought you home, he fussed at you about how 'Love you should value your time more'.
Kyle balked at the idea of a ninety minute drive going anywhere that wasn't a week long holiday.
"I don't see why we have to stay the night." Simon isn't happy with the drive, and he isn't happy that he can't be allowed to be antisocial and left alone.
"Cause, it's a forty-five minute drive an' Price's bird asked us tae stay!" Johnny wasted no time hopping out of the truck.
You swing open the front door and run outside to greet John. Crashing into him, arms wrapping around his neck while you pressed several kisses all over his face. "You're just in time!" You shout.
"Glad to see you too." His hug was tight, and he sighed deeply at the feeling of you in his arms.
"Come on, I got my brother to send over some things for you to try!" You start to drag him towards the house.
When John sees the actual amount of food set out on the kitchen island, he stares. When you mention 'throwing something on the grill,' he wasn't expecting enough food to feed an army. "Babe?"
You wasted no time bringing out paper plates, "Come on, I want you to try a bit of everything!" You look at Kyle "can you open the fridge and grab jello shots?"
Simon as surprised as he is, was peeping into one of the pots on the stove. Intrigued by what he was seeing, "What's the leaves in the pot?" He asks.
"Collards." You say, "You'll like them. They aren't too spicy."
By this time, Johnny has already slurped up two jello shots and is looking at the jars of moonshine. A big fat grin on his face "How long ye been plann' this?"
And a reaction is certainly recorded.
The plate you made for John is handed to him, "Since you all shipped out. Come on, don't want the food to get cold!" Your excitement is barely contained, and when the guys are all at the table, you have your phone out ready to record each reaction.
It starts with Johnny first. He's laughing saying "Lass it doesn't count as a vegetable if there's meat in it." (That statement earns a glare from John, because respect his girl's cooking.)
All laughter is gone, though, and it's silent at your dinner table. Kyle nods his head once and continues eating "Not sure what I was expecting but I'm hooked now I guess."
Johnny isn't saying much and is practically inhaling his food. The macaroni didn't stand a chance, really. He swallows his food and says something that's barely intelligible. You catch the words "Bonnie. Price. You and share."
Simon's cheeks are a bit red after eating the beans. A thin shine of sweat on him, but he continues nonetheless. Maybe you used too much spice?
As for your darling John, he was smiling and pressed a kiss to your cheek. His own cheeks that could be seen just past his facial hair was a cute pink. "Love this is great. A bit heavy on the pepper."
"I didn't use a lot of pepper hun." You laugh.
John only hummed and looked over at Johnny, "and no, I'm not sharing my girlfriend." Only for Johnny to pout and try speaking over a mouth full of food.
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It's been two hours, and everyone has helped you pack up the food and clean the kitchen. You brought out the alcohol for the guys to try.
"So John, I got the Tennessee Jack Daniel's for you to try. Oh, and Simon, don't drink the clear moonshine straight, I have a mixer for that." You say as you line up the shot glasses.
"MD 20/20?" Kyle says, "Why is it fluorescent blue?"
John is sitting at the island reading the label of the Jack Daniel's. "Is there a difference with Tennessee Whisky?"
"It's made in Tennessee, love." You simply explain. Just as you turn around, you shout at Johnny, "Boy, wait! Don't take that to the head!" You watch in horror as Johnny downs half of his bottle.
"Ach, pure ethanol I reckon!" He laughs, "but it's good."
"Johnny you're about to have a bad time." You sigh.
Not even twenty minutes later Johnny and Kyle are off their rockers. Simon has been quietly staring at the wall (he didn't listen when you explained that moonshine is a sipping drink). And your darling John Price is happy that he won't be driving forty-five minutes anywhere because as you explained.
"Love you being tired after eating is fine. It's called the Itis."
Not matter what people say, I can't get out of my mind Retired!Price being kinky, then he mets a a nurse that also used to work on military and she's even kinkier than him.
Darling, you might be on to something 😏. Because Price fucks so much when he is finally retired. He's got all this energy that needs to be let out. He's finally got the time to date and settle down for real and he wants a few kids. This man isn't beating the allegations for being kinky, but there are a few things he hasn't really thought to try. Good thing he has an open mind.
Pairing: John Price x reader afab
Title: His future wife is a freak (drabble)
rating: 18+mdni
one shot master list
John was going to marry you, propose before his cum was even dripping out of your pussy. You had to be doing witch craft on him because he was seeing stars and begging god to not let him cum too soon. The wet sounds and soft gurggles if you sucking and teasing his dick was enough to make him blush. Your full lips were softer than they looked, and the amount of spit and precum was obscene. Your pretty manicured hand, with gorgeous french tips pressed against his stomach to keep his from bucking his hips.
"Fuck you suck Daddy's cock so well." He let out a breathy moan and tipped his head back. His eyes closed for just a moment before they snapped open. He gasped as your unaccounted hand slipped a finger into his ass. "Fuck!"
There was pressure at first, but then it felt good. Sure enough, this was going to awaken something in him. The suction of your lips on him only grew more fevered as you choked him down all the way to the base of him. His eyes were wide as his struggles to not grab your hair, opting to gently hold your face. "Shit, sweetheart, fu- oh christ." He managed to grit out before cumming down your throat. It was too much. Your finger only kept pressing in and out of him faster, and the movement rocked him against your face. He's trying to pull away, but you only keep following him.
The desperate sounds and heavy breaths are not becoming of the former captain, and he's a bit embarrassed. Still, though, this is his future wife who is working him over. He may as well enjoy this and get used to being vulnerable and trying new things. He wonders if you'd peg him?
Slowly, you pull away from him. The mess of sticky spit and cum, connects in strings to your mouth. You keep direct eye contact with him as you slurp and clean up all the extra cum and your spit from him. A small and evil smile graces your lips.
"Now, Daddy," you say in such a teasing manner. Your hand working him into another hard on, "I haven't even ridden you yet." You push him down onto the couch and crawl into his lap. "Let's see if you can get me pregnant in one shot, hm?" And you slowly slide down onto his overly sensitive dick.
He gasps and grips at your hips. The feel of your hand against his neck, nails slightly biting into his flesh, makes him tense up. You're gonna be the death of him.
hey so basically im frothing at the fucking MOUTH about price whos into anal and butt stuff. “this hole is for fucking” HELP MEEEE. i rarely ever see stuff where f!reader gets attention for her butt so im LITERALLY clinging to that like a fucking lifeline. thank you for putting that in my brain
I read "mouth help meeee literally" and was like okay ill help.
Title: This hole is for fucking.
Pairing: Price x reader
CW: anal sex. pet names. that's it.
Full and absolutely wrecked. That's how you felt. The astro glide smeared across your puckered hole made such obscene sounds as John fucked you within an inch of your life. He had gotten you a new anal plug, a size up from the normally modest one you wore. It's gem heart-shaped and sparkly orange.
The sight of it drove him insane. So much so that he swore he lost a few brain cells with how quickly his blood rushed south away from the head on his shoulders. So now he has you in downward dog or some bastard version of it. His chest was sweaty and hot, pressed against your back.
"John, please slow down!" You whine, your poor hole feels like it can't take much more. Eyes squeezed shut and pleasure stacking up at the base of your spine.
"Peach, you gotta take it." He grunts, his voice goes into one ear and travels right to your pussy. He has one hand pressed tight against your stomach. The other holds some of his weight off of you. "I'll make love to you after, but you know this hole, your ass is for fucking." His hips stutter for a moment, losing rhythm. You think he's close, but instead, he only squeezes your stomach.
"J-john, please it feels- OH!" You barely finish your thought as he finds his rhythm again and his thrusts become deep and punishing. "You're gonna break me John!" You squeal, "You're gonna, oh fuck!"
"Not gonna br- shit- break you my peach." He presses a kiss to your temple, "I'd never break my sweet peach." A low rumbling groan gets hissed through his teeth.
It's hot, and you're delirious with pleasure and heat, and his words turn your brain into mush. The only sounds you make are breathy moans and babbles of his name. Your body feels like it's wound up impossibly tight and a guttural groan escapes you.
The frantic drag of John's dick in and out of your ass makes you shake. And you think you hear him gasp. But you can't think straight as the orgasm slams into you, seezing your very body up in bliss.
"Oh fuck, peach!" He slams into you and John feels the wind knocked out of him when you clench up tight. There are two more thrusts, and it's a struggle, but he pulls out and comes on your ass. He's a panting mess and he can't help but smile at the way you tremble in the after shocks of your own pleasure.
He sorta feels bad. But with the way your hole winks at him, he only feels a sense of pride and satisfaction.
After all that hole is for fucking and that's what he did.
Hey Miss Vanta, I don’t know if your requests are open but if they are, I would like to request headcanons for 141 boys each dating a BADDIE who is high maintenance 💅 , I’m talking Megan Thee Stallion coded baddie! Like how would their relationship be like , how would they treat their partner etc.
Thank you in advance🫶🏾
☆Sure thing sweetie!☆
Dating different types of Baddies headcanons
J. Price: The Bougie Baddie
John knew from the moment he saw her that she was gonna cost money. He and his team were at some fancy military ball, and he opted to go without a date. When he saw her drapped in a floor-length backless deep red dress with a trail of diamonds along her spine, he couldn't focus on whatever conversation he was stuck in. He's immediately plotting on how he's gonna approach her and watching to see if she is someone's date, and if she is? Well, he's hoping she isn't married...and if she is? He's hoping she isn't happily married.
His luck, she isn't married and came along because her father some high up well decorated man was retiring and it was his last military ball. Either way, he gets her number and boy over the following months does he fall first and hard.
When he first met her father the man laughed and said "good luck Price, I'm her bald headed father and her grandfather also doesn't have hair." And the man nodded over to his wife who was just as stunning, "She's got taste, got it from her mom."
John didn't understand at first...but he understands now. High maintenance isn't really what he would describe his new girlfriend...actually she prefers the term lover, sounds better she says. But he's never dated a woman in this tax bracket but he's thankful as fuck that he can afford it.
Nails are always done, a demure french or nude color, short tips maybe she'll do a flower here and there. Her hair maintenance becomes his regular bill, because he prefers long and she said "Do you have long hair money?" Of course he does and at this point all of her services that she wants or needs are prepaid.
His boys wondered if he was being taken advantage of at first but were pleasantly surprised when their workaholic Captain suddenly had work schedule boundaries and no longer smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish. His new woman takes health and fitness seriously, and doesn't care if he's physically fit, so he's cut down on smoking and drinking and he actually goes home no later than 6:30 pm most days.
He's got a social calendar now! His girl makes him be social when he's on leave after resting. He isn't a fan of country clubs, but he's a fan of his woman in a short tennis skirt.
The one expense he can't stand is her waxing expense. Because why does his other girl need to be bald? Does he not suffer enough?
Told his girl no once...suddenly he finds out that she is quick to say "I'll ask my Daddy or Grand daddy. It's fine."
That phrase gets under his skin and pride because why would she insult him like that?
Price wants to propose to his lover, but not without a promotion and start a family and make her a stay at home wife money. Looks like he's gotta become a major or something at this point.
S. Riley: The Wild Stallion Baddie
Most people actually question how quiet and awkward and mildly funny Simon Riley got with the life of the party wild girl baddie. He mostly shrugs his shoulders and says he's just happy to be along for the ride.
He actually met her one night when he went out with Johnny and Gaz to be their dd and while he sat at the bar she came right over, looked him in his masked face and said "Do you want my legs on your head?" And the rest was history.
So now he's with the party girl. All 6'1 of her without heels. She's the opposite of him, loud, outgoing, colorful. It's always a party when she's involved and he's learned to go with it. Loud music, twerking the whole nine. (The first time she ever threw it back on him while dancing, he almost came in his pants. He would have died if he did.)
If it was legal, she would walk around as naked as the day she was born. Thankfully, public nudity is illegal and so she opts for short dress, skirts, shorts, half shirts or bralettes with mesh tops. Long hair always and he loves when her body jewelry can be seen. He got her a belly button ring with a dangling S on it. Doesn't really matter what she wears, as he can fight. (She can also fight but why would she when he's always with her?)
Speaking of fighting he has learned that his girl is always the first to swing...so he keeps his military ID on him to wiggle her out of trouble (he also knows a lawyer that owes him a few favors and already has a go bag for her to flee the country should she and him need too)
He loves paying for her nail appointments! She always gets long, extra dramatic nails. Colorful, airbrush designs, and she always gets his initials somewhere on them for him to find. It's cute and he likes it. She says her favorite part about him being home from deployment is that she gets to wear useless nails that are impractical because her sweetheart Simon is home. (Low key she got short nails when he was home once and he thought she was breaking up with him lol)
As much as he takes care of her, she takes care of him. Home made breakfast lunch and dinners. She makes it her job and business to do all the talking so he can just turn his brain off and follow her around. He actually gets flustered when she is assertive (both in and out of the bedroom, must be the desire to be ordered around)
K. Garrick: The Kawaii Baddie
His girl has a fat ass and small waist and unfortunately she's a Hello Kitty baddie.
Junk nails, decora fashion, heavy and cute makeup. The bright blush fooled him because he thought "Okay I can bag her" only for him to say "Hi-" and for her to cut him off and say "Don't disturb my peace if you're not slinging dangerous dick and if you're not able to do doggy comfortably please 😛"
Flabbergasted.
He's actually in love with her.
Suddenly his biggest expenses are Hello Kitty and anime figurines. Got2Bglued hair spray for her various colored wigs and so much makeup.
She is a baddie first and foremost so he knows that other people will be looking at her and she loves attention. So often he keeps a hand on her to show she's not up for grabs.
"Do you let you girlfriend dress up like Bayonetta?" K. Garrick: "I helped make the cosplay my boy."
His guilty pleasure has somehow become watching her do cute GRWM tiktok videos. She's always so sassy with her followers.
His biggest flex is that he's seen her bare face with no make up or wigs and messy hair.
J. MacTavish: The Rachet Baddie
When he first met her he was almost certain she called him a bitch and it changed the chemistry in his brain. She didn't smile at him, scowled and looked him up and down and said "I guess you're cute."
Made it his mission to make her laugh or smile just once. Said every corny joke he could think of only to be called a clown and the told that "You're funny, I guess we can link."
Suddenly, his gold cross necklace is on her neck, and he somehow ends up being responsible for making sure her Nissan altima always has gas in it, and none of the dash lights are on.
Enjoys the sound of the click clack of her stiletto nails when she talks with her hands. He actually just leaves his card on file for that one. Same with the nails and lashes...he accidentally paid for a wax once and he punished her with over stimulation lol because don't wax her! She gets cold easily!
Johnny knows he can be a bit much. He can be an ass, his temper gets the best of him, but boy if his girl doesn't give it back tenfold. He pissed her off once and suddenly all his left shoes were gone and she took the spark plugs out of his fucking car with a note and brick on the window shield that read "You're lucky I didn't tweak out too badly. You can have your things back when you act right."
Most people would call their relationship "toxic" they both say "sometimes we argue because the sex after is great. Also don't you ever try to argue with them the way I do or there will be issues."
He watches her Instagram stories and enjoys seeing her and her friends on their gno. She sends videos of the men who buys her drinks and they both rate them on a scale of 1 to 10 (nobody has ever gotten higher than a 5.5 expect him and Gaz.)
When he goes out and parties with his girl, he enjoys watching her scam two drinks off of men for him and her. It's a passion really.
Seven months into the relationship he asks "what are we?" And she says "nigga, you're my nigga, you're locked in for life my dear."
They elope the next day. (The increase in military pay and benefits is a secondary plus)
