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[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Age gap fic with John Price but his wife is mid fifties pushing 60 and he's the controversial dumb boy toy. Post.

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Black Women and Black Girls. I love you. Never stop being fly. ❤️🩷🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Call me crazy but John "Money Bags" Price's ideal woman has him scared shitless when he's home. He's very much a "My wife, my wife, my wife" guy

Door salesman shows up?

"I don't know, let me ask my wife."

At the doctors and they ask if he's noticed anything new?

"Hm I have but let me ask my wife to be sure."

He wants a new car?

"I like this model...but let me ask my wife her opinion first."

The guys want to hang out later than normal? (And he doesn't want to?)

"Hm my wife said I can't. Sorry guys."

Military ball?

"My wife hasn't decided what I'm wearing yet. Yeah I know its military dress code for us, but like she hasn't approved of my accessories or even if the tie will match her dress, let alone the hair cut so IDK"

It's his wife's world and he likes being her accessory.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

One more and then I'm going to bed.

How about a reader who runs a red room? I'm thinking she lures men to their death, but they don't even know they are about to be tortured on live streaming for paying customers. She has been at this for years, took over for her mentor and while in the beginning she hated it, thought it was messy but she would rather be hosting than being the hostage.

Simon is a frequent flyer of these depraved live streams. It's a guilty pleasure because, unfortunately, blood and gore get his dick hard, and he thinks the pretty woman who hosts these snuff shows is nice and funny despite her line of work. Whenever he is gone for a long period of time and comes back, she welcomes him back to the live stream and gives him special treatment.

"Specter? It's always good to have you in the stream love. Missed you these last six months. Any request you have is my pleasure."

And Simon eats it up. Even if other people are in the stream, paying exorbitant amounts of money in bit coin, she always caters to him first. Makes him feel special. Makes him feel like she cares about him and his needs.

Maybe he should find her and ask her to marry him.

Say whatever you want, but like Simon would if he's a little sick in the head. He's goes on "vacation" to track her down only to get sucked into some cult like shit and he falls even harder for his little murderer. ♡♡

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[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Kyle "Pretty Boy" Garrick also has a breeding kink. But it doesn't manifest like Price's or Simon's or even that bar of Soap.

His breeding kink takes the form of Russian Roulette. A box of condoms, he tells you that he's poked holes in 25% of them and the plan b pills are all in a jar mixed with placebos.

(The reality is that all the condoms are primed to fail and all the pills are placebos, and he tracks your ovulation cycle like the freak that he is. He is giving you the illusion of choice and playing along.)

You're not getting pregnant unless he wants you pregnant and he already has the age gaps planned. 😌

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Okay here's an idea

How do we feel about Kyle "Pretty Boy" Garrick falling in love with human rights activists? 🤔🧐

Hear me out, he can't take rejection well. He's always gotten what he wants and who he wants. He works hard and plays hard. He just made lieutenant, he's riding the high of another accomplishment.

He meets her by chance while she's getting arrested at a particularly bad protest turned riot. He remembered her as the woman covered in head to toe black that actually threw back a tear gas cannister away from younger people. Everything on her was covered except her eyes. They were bright and fierce, she had on an actual tactical vest, the word medic spray painted on it.

She didn't put up a fight, didn't curse as she was zip tied and thrown into the back of a truck.

Kyle was almost certain that he met his wife. She just needed a bit of shaping. Molding and to be gently corrected on where to direct her anger. He could tame her, he's sure of it.

So imagine his surprise, after the end of a long night restoring peace and order. He gets down to where he knows she is being held. And he offers to bail her out, get her out clean and clear.

And she spits in his face.

It's warm, a bit tinged with blood, and he has to restrain himself from licking her spit into his mouth.

Yeah...this is without a doubt his future Mrs. Garrick.

Edit: tag list is open while I plan this out for the fic.

Edit #2: the first part is up.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

I was chatting with a @lostintransist , and I just wanted to crank this out real quick.

Title: This is where you draw the line?

Pairing: John Price x wife

Not edited 😌

John Price knew his wife had a past. When he met her, it was when he was young and in some bar and he was pulling her off some bloke who wouldn't take no for an answer and leave her and her friends alone. She was scrappy, loud, and all ten of her nails were bitten off and the guy, how unfortunate, was beaten black and blue. He had kept a grip around her waist and managed to haul her out of the bar.

And the first thing she said to him after all the commotion died down was-

"Thanks. When the cops get here, tell them I went that way." She pointed left and took off right and disappeared into an alleyway. Sure enough, her friends filed a report with the authorities, and he actually found himself assisting in the cover-up, seeing as how the guy who got beat was a coworker who was known for sexual harassment.

The next time he saw her was a few days later, at the commissary on base, and he learned that she was the daughter of some major sent to live with him as a last resort to keep her from trouble. She thanked him for getting her out of that bind and then told him drinks were on her next time they came across each other in a different bar (she couldn't go back to the first one).

That was, gosh, almost fifteen years ago, and since then, he has married her. Had four kids (which was supposed to be three, but that vasectomy baby just kinda showed up). He lives a quiet life now that he's got a desk job (his boys were semi not happy about that promotion).

The argument that led to that is one he will never forget. He had one too many near death experiences, and on the fourth on, she looked at him and said, "Price, have one more near death experience and see what I do." He was quite shaken because his unshakable wife was in tears, and they were halfway through pregnancy four. Also, she never called him Price unless she was angry.

Let it be known he loves his wife, but he doesn't love her temper, and this type of hot rage temper she has going right now can't be calmed or tamed.

She stomps back and forth, car keys in her hand jingling as she gestures wildly. "Bitch I already told you! Beatrice said out the side of her mouth. 'It's a shame her youngest looks like that. Poor John isn't even aware that she cheated.' Like she must not have thought I wouldn't hear it after the PTA meeting when she was speaking to Ashliegh!"

There's a long pause, and John from his position can see his wife getting worked up. And to be fair, if he wasn't their at the birth of his youngest son, he too wouldn't have believed it, but the truth is that his own genes didn't even try.

"That woman has been a right fucking terror on everyone since the back to school jamboree! She should worry about why her own husband isn't allowed near parks and playgrounds and why her edges look like that! Hairline running from her forehead!"

He has to hold back a laugh and a snort when he hears that. Her insults were always the best, even though he doesn't encourage it. He goes back to reading over reports, keeping a loose eye on the time for when he should leave and get the kids from the various after-school things they attend.

"You're right, I should do something about her! And as quiet as it's kept I don't think she can afford four new tires right off the top." She says and stops her pacing. She sounds like a conspiracy is being planned and she's taps her chin in thought. "Yeah I will, I'm sure we can tape plates over your brother's car plates and drive by."

This gets John's attention immediately. He hasn't heard her plot and plan in years. Whatever she is planning can not be legal. She hangs up her phone call and there's this look in her eye that says 'Bail money.' No other thoughts just that.

"Sweetheart no." He says with a sigh, "Whatever you are planning is illegal."

She scrunches up her nose and squints at him, "Be so for real, John."

"I am. We have to set a good example for the kids." He gets up from his spot at the kitchen island where he was working and backs her into the counter. "As much as I know you don't like her, you should try to be nice and just talk it out or ignore her."

He should have just kept his mouth shut after 'Set a good example for the kids.' Because sure enough after she flys off the handle like it was her sworn duty to do so.

"She insulted our marriage and our youngest kid! And she terrorizes everyone who isn't in her Lululemon MLM cult! If I don't do something then everyone suffers!"

"There are better and more legal ways to go about this than whatever you are thinking about doing." He presses a kiss to her forehead.

"I know for a fact that this is not where you draw the line, Johnathon James Price!"

He winces at his full name being hissed between her teeth. She stares at him with the world's most serious glare.

"I know for a fact that you used to take civilians hostage and shoot at child soldiers! Is crime only legal for a government check and not for personal gain? Is that really where we are drawing the line?"

She's too riled up to talk down, especially since she has a point. It isn't, in his opinion, a good one, but also their kids and marriage were insulted. He can't even get a word in to try and deseclate before she is pushing past him.

"Call Simon and ask for four of his ski masks!" Is all she says as she makes her way upstairs, "and where's the good black spray paint? I think she has security cameras too!"

John only sighs heavily.

Honestly, I really do feel like he would marry a military brat of some higher up officer in his youth. And the only reason they met is because of a bar fight he helped break up.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Coming out of being sick finally, and I would like to share a thought. And just so you know, my fevered state over the last few days birthed so many ideas

Reader is lusting after the TF 141 and she is only another team. It's sorts a joke how she is down bad for those 4 men but it'd an in team joke until one day reader is chilling in the community rec room, just shooting the shit. She's unaware that Soap walked in and she's being a bit loud and careless and says the following.

"If I could have a train ran on me, it would be the entire of TF 141. I'm talking dicked down the throat till my esophagus collapses in. Guts rearranged. Press out sweated out. The kinda sex that makes me want to cook for them after but I can't because my legs don't work. Two dicks in one hole, camcorder with several pov shots. The only name I'm calling out is God because he did what I said and delivered me right into that situation. I'm just saying LT Simon can just roll the mask up and Cap JP can give me beard burn and Gaz looks like it has a hook in it and everyone knows that Catholics low key have a breeding kink."

And whole time reader is unaware that Soap heard this, recorded her rant and sent it via the group chat. They were just looking for a barracks bunny