MaiMai

About me

I’m 22 and love writing to let my mind run free. I love proofreading and giving my support to other amazing writers.

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Rules

Minors stay away from my mature content If given a mature prompt I will give prior warnings please don’t read or interact you will be blocked

I personally cross the line at certain kinks those being: anything to do with poop, or pedophilia, anything to do with animals (hybrids are okay such as wearwolfs, cat boys or girls), anything racist, and anything homophobic.

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John Price - Clicks

Relationship: John Price x Chubby fem!reader (Clicks)

Masterlist

CW - Agegap and Drinking dats it really (Swear smut will be on the way just give a girl time ;( 

Summary - Clicks goes to the pub with the team, and tries to keep up with John (pst she def can’t.)  Not being able to drive or get an uber John takes you to his house. 

The first time the taskforce invited you to the pub you didn’t drink at all it almost felt wrong to drink with your ‘superiors’. After a while you started to let loose more and more and tonight you definitely should’ve paced yourself better. Thinking you could actually drink with Price you decided to try to keep up with him. ‘Just for tonight’ you thought to yourself. On the way to the pub you could barely hold back your smile. 

“ What' s got ya’ lookin’ so cheeky?” Ghost grumbled behind you. 

“I saw this trend, so I’m gonna try to drink just as much as Price tonight!” You stop trying to hold back your smile, always the competitive spirit, a good competition always got you excited. 

“Sure, Clicks” Ghost just let you crash a burn… 

“Mr. Price, I see why you drink straight scotch. This! Is definitely making me forget all my issuess..” you mumble out not really looking at anyone in particular. You swirl the auburn liquid simply for some form of entertainment. 

“ What problems do you have kid,” Price querks his eyebrow at you and smirks while drinking another two finger pour of scotch in one gulp. In turn you down the rest of your drink as well. Grimacing as the burn settles in your lower stomach. This only makes his grin stretch wider. 

“I don’ know just stuff I guess..” your sentences have been trailing off since the second scotch both of you had an hour ago. You almost caught yourself saying ‘You, you old man!’, but with it being so public you assumed his rejection would hurt way worse than a quiet conversation in his office. Before you knew it the pub chatter dwindled down and so did your energy. You find yourself nodding off on the table which you usually would never do with how sticky they usually are. 

“Come on Clicks we’re leavin’” Gaz shakes your shoulder, stirring you out of your ‘sleep’. 

“Mmm okay gotta get an uber or sumn’,” you grab your phone and try to put in your password, but you’ve definitely had way too much to drink and your hand eye coordination is ruined. 

“Jesus kid, next time you try to keep up, start with something a little lighter,” John gets up and grabs your arm keeping you stable enough to walk to his truck. You  always thought men who drove big trucks were assholes and compensating, but the way John lifts you into the passenger seat has your legs rubbing together, and your eyes getting even more glossy than they already were. 

“You alrigh’ staying at mine?” John keeps his eyes on the road when he asks, which you’re thankful for because in your current state ogling is your default. 

“Yeah yeah sounds good..” John just assumed since you’ve been trailing off all night you were just fine, but when he finally works up the courage to look over at you; he finds you dead asleep. So much so that you’ve started to lightly huff and puff almost like you’re having a dream. Once John pulled into the driveway, without missing a beat he slid out his truck and came to carry you out. Carrying you inside just like his wife to be, he lays you down in his bed, only bothering to slip your shoes off.

I hope this is good and I hope you like!! :D

Relationship: John Price x Chubby fem!reader (Clicks) 

Masterlist

CW - Agegap (38 and 25). Not much else this is really tame :))

Summary - Just a little intro for you guys to kinda understand John and ‘Clicks’ dynamic 

“Mr. Price I have those files from yesterday, I just need a quick signature,” you say softly, slowly opening the door to his office, and peaking your head inside. Whenever you talk to John you always find yourself trying to take up as little room as possible. You see him walking in circles grumbling under his breath, obviously contemplating something you don’t get paid enough to understand. Once he heard you, he walked to his desk chair and grunted as he sat down.

“Set ‘em down ‘ere,” he picks up his reading glasses and grabs his pen. You shuffle in, and place them on the only free space up on his desk. John grunts out something that might be a ‘thanks’ but you can only assume. You haven’t been working under the taskforce long enough to fully understand his grumbling but you think you’re getting better. You start to retreat but before you can fully get out– 

“Could you bring me some tea?”

“Oh um, of course!” 

“Thanks, clicks.” You make your way to the self proclaimed ‘tea station’ which is really just a counter full of different tea bags by the sink. Just as you start the electric kettle it dawns on you, you never truly thought to ask which tea he wanted. After a little decision making you decide to just grab one of all of them to be safe. Grabbing his mug out of the cabinet you fill it with hot water and start the walk back to his office–

“Aye, Clicks! Going to see Price?? Could you bring these to him Gaz and I are about to spar! Thanks,” before you could even show him the hot water in your hand, or the tea bags you’re so desperately trying to hold in the other Soap, slips a file right up the crease of your arm and side, and walks right around you. You don’t bother holding back the sigh you let out. Finally getting to the door with no spills or slip ups; you realize a very interesting problem, you can’t open the door or knock properly for that matter. So of course knowing your balance won’t allow you to kick the door you go for the ‘next best’.

“Mr. Priceee, open the door please,” you whine out to him hoping you won’t have to yell in the hallway. You’d hate to make him get up but the water is already cooling off and even you know cold tea is gross. You hear him shuffling to the door. Looking apologetic as soon as he opens the door you immediately rush to explain, even though it’s quite obvious by just looking at you. 

“I’m really didn’t mean to interrupt, but-” 

“‘T’s alrigh’ bon.” John takes his mug, the tea bags, and the file with ease. Seeing just how larger he is in every sense of the word almost made your brain leak out your ears. You shake it off quickly though and give him the most earnest smile you can muster being as embarrassed as you are. Turning to walk away all that crosses your mind is how wrong it would be to jump his bones. 

‘Snap out of it, he’s like old, that's a total HR violation. I’m sure it talks about fraternizing somewhere in the hand book’ 

You go through the rest of the work day with glazed eyes. Your mind on the single man it shouldn't be. You know age gap relationships are still very prevalent to this day but you never thought you would like a man his age. 

Summary - John Price x Chubby Fem!Reader (Clicks)

More to come soon. CW will be at the begining of every singular fic.

Work Crush(Intro) - Sfw

@asgard23 I hope you like this!!)

CW: none (This isn’t smutty or anything) let me know if you find any

Not proofread

**KNOCK KNOCK**

“Who the fuck-?!” You open the door

“Look I don’t know who you think you are banging-!” You started to ramble completely dissatisfied that someone had the nerve to bang on your door at 11 at night.

“Oh? You’re back darkening my doorstep once again huh?” This was the third time this week Ghost Simon showed up begging for “forgiveness” and “a second chance”.

“Luv’ you know why I’m here. You know I’m too stubborn to stop trying.” He practically whimpered at your feet metaphorically and physically. He looks horrible paler than normal terrible bags under his eyes and you think you hear him stomach grumble.

“Simon you’re pathetic.” You spit at him, “I waited for you. Ready to be there when you needed something to eat, somewhere to lay your head, and even when your boy toy Johnny wanted a home cooked meal I cooked for him and let him sleep in my house!” You pause to level your breathing closing your eyes unable to hold eye contact. “I wish- I wish you had the balls to just leave me.” You turn around to steady yourself on the couch you used to watched movies together on. This cold man, the man you are in love with just watching from the doorway as you fall apart because of his actions. You’ve done everything you could think of to feel better. Cussing Johnny out, keying his car, calling his Captain, hell you even tried to find a one night stand but you couldn’t go through with it. Your minds running a mile a minute you’re so distracted you don’t even realize Simon when he comes in and sits with you on the couch.

“Darlin’ please look at me.”

“Simon can I show you something?”

“Yea course ya can luv”

I pass him my phone. He takes it and opens a video.

“what’s this?!”

“Aah~ keep going please!” Soaps moans and whimpers blast through the speakers.

“W-what? How’d ya get this?!”

“Fuck yes sooo tight” Ghost groans leaked out of the speakers of my phone. After the initial shock he paused the video.

“What do you think ‘baby’.” Your voice dripping with malice.

“Hun I’m so-“ He tries to explain but you cut him off

“You’re sorry? Oh I know, but trust me I’m gonna ruin you. I’m gonna ruin your pathetic useless life.”