#black reader cod

You decide to do some shopping and get cute clothes for the summer! Halter tops, tanks tops, shorts, and whatever else could make the summer fashionable and enjoyable for you. You boot up your laptop and get to working on various sites and stores.

As you continue to scroll your mind begins to wander further and further from the clothes itself to something different. You question if you can either wear shorts like these or have the shoulders to rock a halter top. It’s a downward spiral from there are you pick apart your features and dissect them mercilessly.

You can’t help but envy the models. Their clear skin, wide smiles, and gorgeous appearances. Comparison. Perfection. Flaws. It’s all swimming around about to envelop you whole. At this point you stopped clicking for clothes and just clicked for the models. You day dreamed about having similar features them, looking like them, being them.

You shut the laptop the moment you heat a familiar gruff Manchester accent. Heart rate spiking so hard it almost fell out of your chest and onto the ground before you. Trying to remain calm while also recollecting how perceptive Simon is you begin to speak. “Si, baby, what’s up-“. Simon just holds a hand up to stop whatever bullshit you were about to sling at him. He opens his mouth, “Lovie. What are you doing in here? Especially on tha laptop, eh?”

You bite your lip and technically tell a half truth half lie. “I’m just doing some shopping for summer clothes Si.” The iconic “oh really now?” head tilt of his makes it clear that your statement didn’t land on that half truth side as you wanted it to. Simon raises an eyebrow, “Alright now. Up, up on my lap and open up the laptop.” You situate yourself to be on sitting on his lap like he asked but you still haven’t opened the laptop. It’s sitting right infront of you both but closed it almost seemed to be welded together.

Simon takes your hand in his and opens the laptop up. He lets out a low hum that you can’t differentiate between good or bad. “That’s a nice shirt Lovie. Could wear that to the brunch next week.” Your eyes widen at what he says. But that’s the top you couldn’t wear because your shoulders were too wide? You interject with “Wouldn’t my shoulders be…my shoulders would just ruin it Si…”

Nothing much… Just John being so proud and loud about his love for you.

You’d think the hardened, seasoned war criminal would be more nonchalant about you and him being together. You didn’t expect him to be the loud loving type who let everyone know what the deal was. He wasn’t a man who would shout it from the rooftops but he isn’t hiding it either.

You on the other aren’t used to being loved like this. Something that isn’t a secret to indulge in when privacy is available, but a luxury to be enjoyed in front of others. It bothered you in the past with old lovers but bringing it up only caused arguments and unnecessary drama. It felt, nice for a change. A man who loves loudly and proudly.

A kiss pressed to your temple accompanied by the scratchy sensation of John’s beard. His hand rubs up and down your side in a soothing motion as he chats to the lads about things you can’t be bothered to care about. His hand travels from your side to the small of your back. The warmth of his palm and massaging of his thumb only makes it all better.

The waiter swerves over to your table asking if your group would like any dessert. You open your mouth to say something but quickly close it after thinking about the amount of cash John already dropped for you and him this evening. This catches his attention immediately and he raises an eyebrow. “Does my little princess want something to end off the evening?” He leans down to whisper softly in your ear. A quick shake of your head doesn’t convince him in the slightest. He grabs the dessert menu and points to an exquisite choice. One of your favorites that you’ve been eyeing down ever since you read the description. That look alone is enough for him to motion to the waiter and say, “The lady will have this one right here and can you bring out the checks for us?”

Nothing better than kisses and cuddles with John. There’s something so intimate about devouring eachother’s faces and wrapping your arms tighter and tighter by the minute.

Lips pressed together and tongues intertwining. There’s soft music playing in the background yet all you can focus on is this bear of a man infront of you. John isn’t the type to be submissive but damn is he soft and weak for you. He lets out delicious whimpers and pleads for you as he brings you closer in his lap.

Foreheads pressed together as you gaze longingly into the other’s eyes. Nothing else mattered in this moment as it was just you two. You and John are panting and trying to catch your breath while admiring every feature on the face in front you.

For John, all he sees is beauty and wonder. Brown skin which soaks up the sun leaving you glistening from the summer day. Beautiful brown eyes that reflect the world back to him. The nose he loves to nuzzle against placed right in the center of your face. Those lips that run through his mind all sit right below.