#kyle being kyle 2 is everything to me

[moldy-crumbs]

[luckyntrashy]

(Fem bodied!partner, used they/them for the reader!!.. hihihi)

I neeeeeed... Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish with a sensitive partner

I mean sensitive like, their hips buck the moment you start rubbing their clit. They don't make a lot of noise other than heavy breathing, and the occasional squeak of pleasure, but their legs are shaking, and twitching, their back is arching, and they're squirming away from his touch

"What's up, bonnie? Cannae' 'andle it, lass?" Soap says in a mocking voice as he rubs quick circles on their clit with two firm fingers. They only whine, throwing their head back.

Thinking abouttttt.. Captain John Price with a partner who's prone to squirting.

And i mean, stick a few fingers into them, and they're drenching your arms, hands, and-... Oh my fuckin' God, they ruined the bed.

"Fuckin' hell, princess.. You're drenching the sheets, baby" John says in a gruff voice as he keeps fucking those two thick fingers into them. Nothing can stop the brutal pace he set where his partner doesn't even know if his fingers are in, or out- It's their third time squirting tonight, give them a break, Price

My thought train wassss.. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley with a partner whose legs aren't reliable after a good sesh

They stand up, trying to go for a pee in hopes to not get an infection when they grip the edge of the beside table, stabilising themselves with their wobbly legs. Their mixed cum trailing down their legs, and the pain from his cock bruising their cervix making a jolt go up their spine.

"Like a newborn deer, 'luvie." Simon chuckles, standing up, still naked as he puts a supporting hand on their hips, guiding them to the bathroom

"Bruised your cervix, did'n i?" He mutters as he opens the bathroom door

Wondering, and fantasizing about Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick with a partner who has difficulties making themselves cum, which results in them seeking out Kyle.

Gosh, they've tried everything. Rubbing, two fingers inside their pussy, but nothing works. They only get that warm tingly feeling, but never the full-blown pleasure throughout their body. They've tried, really. It's frustrating almost.

After a quick text to Kyle, he's on top of them in the next five minutes, ramming his cock into them.

"You can take it.. I know you ken', baby" He rumbles, his voice only being broken by groans, and moans from him. They're on their back, folded in half with their legs over his shoulders, and their knees to their chest. They've already came once, staining the bottom of his grey shirt effectively.

His pants are only pulled down to his mid thighs, while they're fully naked. They babble, fucked out of their mind, with eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, and a throbbing clit still.

(Fuelled by a few cigarettes with my Glo, a bottle of 2 liter lidl brand sugar free coke, and Work by Rihanna.)

Written by your one and only <3

(This is my first time posting smut/COD here. Spare me, guys)

[harrywavycurly]

Not In The Same Way: A Harry Styles Blurb✨

Part 2: Like You Mean It

CW: Mentions of drinking, language, jealousy?

A/N: I have been thinking about this scenario in my head for a week and it just needs to get out, sorry in advance because it’s a bit sad-ish? Also this fts long hair Harry so if he’s not your thing that’s fine!

Summary: Sometimes Harry acts more like your boyfriend than your bestfriend, but he can’t help it especially since your actual boyfriend is an asshole✨

Harry looks at the time on his phone and lets out a sigh as he sees it’s just barely past midnight, far too early to be calling it a night seeing as he just arrived at the club that he’s currently helping celebrate the opening of not even an hour ago. But at the moment he doesn’t care as he slides his phone back into his pocket before he makes his way through the crowd towards the table his friends are at so he can tell them goodbye before he disappears for the rest of the evening. Once he spots them he puts a smile on his face but then he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and he doesn’t need to check it to know it’s a new text and without a doubt it’s going to be from you. When he finally reaches the table his friends, or more so just social acquaintances that he sees at these types of events that he chooses to stick with instead of venturing off alone, greet him with warm smiles and sounds of cheer that he’s returned to them after going to the bar for a drink.

“Uh oh he’s got that look.” Harry turns to look at Gina who’s sitting at the end of the table closest to where he’s standing behind an empty chair. “You can’t possibly be leaving us so soon?” She accuses before she takes a sip of her drink, Harry looks around the crowded club and lifts a shoulder up in a casual shrug before he places his full drink down on the table.

“Sorry but it looks like you lot will still have a good time without me.” He explains as he takes his phone out, he feels the corners of his mouth drop a bit at the words on his screen, another text from you about your current location and how you just want to go home.

“Harry come on you just-”

“I’m sorry I really have to go.” Normally Harry wouldn’t be so quick to cut people off when they are asking him to stay out a little longer, he’s normally up for having fun well into the early morning hours when he goes to enjoy a night out but everything changes when it comes to you.

This isn’t the first time a night out has been cut short due to a frantic phone call or a string of clingy texts all from you, and Harry never hesitates to pick up no matter what he’s doing or where he’s at because you’re his bestfriend and have been for the last few years. The only issue is that sometimes the lines get blurred that should tell him where being your bestfriend ends and where he should let someone else, such as the absolute prick Kyle you decided to start dating two months ago take over. But he can’t ignore your calls or your texts just because he thinks he shouldn’t be the one to pick you up when you’re at a bar with your friends and want him to take you home, he also can’t ignore the slight tingling of pride he gets knowing he’s still your first call whenever you need someone.

The phone in his hands vibrating brings him back to reality when he looks and sees your name along with a photo of your smiling face taking over the screen, he quickly slides his thumb across the screen and brings the phone up to his ear. He gives the table of people one last smile and a wave before he turns and heads for the back exit, not even bothering to stop when he hears the shouts begging him to stay for just “one more drink”.

“Harry?” He smiles as your voice hits his ears while he does his best to maneuver through the dance floor full of people swaying to the beat of the music being blared through the speakers of the dj booth. “Harry are you there?”

“I’m here love.” He answers as he finally finds his way to the back exit where his driver is already waiting for him in the alleyway. He holds the phone up to his ear with one hand while he pushes the door open with his other. “You okay?” He asks as he scans the alley, his driver blinks the headlights letting Harry know where the car is parked.

“I just wanna go home.” You sigh making Harry frown as he walks the short distance to his car. “Can we go home?” Harry feels his heart drop when he swears he hears the sound of a sniffle come through your end of the phone. He quickens his pace to the parked car and opens the door to the backseat and gives his driver a little nod letting him know it’s okay to start driving since Harry already sent him your location he doesn’t need to be told where he’s heading.

“Of course love I just have to get to you first okay? M’not far so I’ll be there in a few.” He hears the sound of a door closing before you let out a huff making him assume you’ve found your way to the bathroom, deciding to just wait for him in there instead of with your group of friends.

“Where are you?” Harry looks at his suit and wonders for a moment if he should lie to so you don’t get upset thinking you ruined a night out for him. He must’ve paused for too long because a few seconds later he hears you let out a small whine before your voice is full of concern and a touch of panic. “Oh god did I interrupt something? You’re not in the middle of-”

“Hey hey it’s fine I promise you didn’t interrupt anything okay? I wasn’t doing anything important.” It’s not a total lie, a club opening its anything Harry would consider important and when he hears you sniffle he knows he needs to do something to get your mind off of the idea of you ruining his night. “What color dress did you go with for tonight? The black or pink?”

“Black the-the pink one has a stain on it from when you spilled coffee on it last New Year’s Eve.” He hears you let out a small chuckle and he smiles because he can imagine you sitting on the counter near the sink in the small bar bathroom laughing at the memory of last New Year’s Eve. “You had glitter all in your hair do you remember?” Your voice is softer and less frantic as it was a few moments ago.

“That’s because you ran us right under a confetti and balloon drop.” He doesn’t mention the kiss you planted on him as soon as the clock struck midnight, simply telling him it’s bad luck to start the new year without a kiss even if it is just one shared between friends.

Even though to him there wasn’t anything friendly about the way your hands tangled into his hair as you pulled him down to you for a second and third kiss to his lips. But then again the same could be said for his hand that he had on the side of your face and his other that gripped your hip so he could pull you closer to him while also doing his best to prolong the moment because he didn’t want you to pull away and it be the end of it, the end of a moment you’d later just brush off as if it meant nothing while to Harry it meant everything he’s just never told you.

“I had no idea that bar was going to have a balloon drop that was a shock.” You say with a laugh and Harry just nods as he runs a hand through his long hair as he looks out the window and sees the sign for the bar you’re at in the distance as they turn down the street it’s on. “That was a good night.” Harry smiles as you let out a dreamy sounding sigh and he wonders if you’re thinking of the kiss.

“It was.” He feels the car come to a stop and he notices a few random groupings of people out front, mostly just outside for a smoke or waiting for their rides. “I’m here love do you need me to come in or-”

“Can you? Or is it too much?”

“I can come in and get you that’s fine you’re in your usual spot?” He asks as his driver gets out to come around and open his door for him.

“Yes I’m in the bathroom.” Harry laughs and nods as if you can see him, anytime he’s come to rescue you from this bar in particular you always seem to be in the bathroom so you can escape whatever it is that has you calling him to come get you in first place rather it be you’re too intoxicated and don’t trust anyone around you or your fiends are being a bit mean, the bathroom is always where he finds you.

“Okay see you in a minute love.”

“Okie dokie.” You say with a smile before hanging up just as Harry’s door opens allowing him to get out and put his phone in his pocket before he heads for the entrance of the bar he is extremely over dressed for.

“Hey Carl.” Harry greets the bouncer with a smile when he approaches the door, the man looks up from his phone and gives Harry a once over before raising an eyebrow at him.

“Harry it’s good to see you but you sure you wanna come in here dressed like that? It’s two dollar tequila night.” He warns with a laugh as he reaches out and straightens out Harry’s suit jacket making Harry roll his eyes and playfully swat his hands away.

“I’m just here to take her home so hopefully I won’t be in long.” He informs the older man who just shakes his head because he knows you just as well as he knows Harry if not better since you’re here more often than he is so he knows it’s never quite that simple as just coming to get you and leaving.

“Ah well make it snappy okay? Can’t have you classin’ up the place.” He jokes as he waves Harry inside with a pat on his shoulder as he walks by making Harry chuckle as he walks through the door.

He keeps his head down a bit so he can try to avoid being spotted by the group of friends he knows you came here with, not that he’s really able to be that inconspicuous in his suit and dress shoes that make a horrible noise every time he picks them up from the sticky floor to take a step. He knows this bar like the back of his hand with how often he’s been inside either as a ride home or to join you in a night out thanks to how close it is to your apartment and how often they run specials on your favorite liquor, so he knows the small round table in the far right corner is where he’ll find a few of your friends that don’t enjoy dancing as much as the others. He also knows by the end of the night the small table will be far too crowded with drinks ranging from totally empty all the way to full to the brim as well as a few tubes of chapstick rolling around, and it’ll be surrounded by all your friends and possibly a few new additions they deemed worthy of being their dance partners for the evening that’ll either end with a new contact saved in their phone or a fake promise to see each other again.

Harry looks up and quickly scans the extremely crowded dance floor just to make sure you didn’t move from your usual spot, the bathroom at the end of the hall behind the bar. When he doesn’t see any signs of you, which he would be able to spot the tiniest hint of your hair or your smile from a mile away because to him you’re just that easy to find in a crowd, he heads towards the bar. He offers a polite smile to people as he does his best not to step on anyone’s toes and maneuver his way through the people dancing, chuckling to himself when he spots your friends swaying a little off beat near their designated table.

“Figured it was only a matter of time before you showed up.” James the head bartender shouts over the sound of customers telling him and the other bartender, Rebecca their orders. Harry just rolls his eyes as he makes his way behind the bar, giving James a friendly pat on the shoulder when he walks behind him.

“She’s lucky I love her or I’d have kicked her ass out of the employee bathroom by now. She’s been in there for half an hour.” He explains before Harry can turn and head down the hallway, hearing how long you’ve been inside the single stalled bathroom makes Harry raise an eyebrow since it’s only been about fifteen minutes since your initial text asking him to come get you.

Harry sees the very familiar door that he knows isn’t going to be locked because one time you accidentally ended up locking yourself inside with the key stuck in the doorknob and it took ten minutes for James and Carl to get the door open. He tries to prepare himself for whatever state you might be in even though over the phone you didn’t seem drunk or even very tipsy so he begins to think maybe you’re just having a rough night and want to call it quits well before your friends do resulting in them being a bit teasing, something he knows you don’t handle well in situations like this. He brings his hand up to the door and gives it three good knocks before he steps back to give you space to open the door and check who it is that’s bothering you.

“Oh thank god.” Your arms are wrapping around his middle and your cheek is pressing into the fabric of his dress shirt all before he can even say hello. “I’m so happy you’re here.” You mumble into his chest as Harry finally returns your hug and wraps his arms around your shoulders so he can pull you closer to him.

“What’s wrong love? Why’ve you been-”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” Harry just lets out a small sigh as he feels you give him a tight squeeze. He places a small kiss to the top of your head while one of his hands run up and down your back.

“Ready to go home then yeah?” You pull away from him so you can look up at him and he smiles down at you as you nod but then he watches as your eyes take in his appearance making the wrinkle between your brows form as you look at him.

“You’re in a suit.”

“I am.”

“You said you weren’t doing anything important and-and here you are in a suit.”

“I wear suits to unimportant things all the time.”

“Harry…” your voice is a mixture of a groan and a whine as you rest your forehead on his chest. “You shouldn’t be here if you’re in a suit that means you were at an event and events are important because you’re Harry Styles and-”

“I’m exactly where I should be.” He says stopping your rant before you can say anything else. “Now come on let’s go get your purse so we can go.” He feels you tense up at the mention of grabbing your purse and it all begins to make sense to him while you’re hiding out back here instead of with your friends. “Having some trouble with the girls?”

“I just-they are so mean when I talk about him and it’s-I don’t like it.” Harry thanks his lucky stars you’re not looking at him as you bring up your boyfriend, Kyle because his face would’ve made you question if he was okay due to the way his jaw is clenched and his eyes are no longer soft around the edges like they normally are anytime he’s near you.

“What’s he done now that’s got them all upset?” You let out a long sigh as you pull away from Harry making his arms fall to his sides as you place your hands on your hips while turning your head to look towards the back of the bar.

Harry feels his heart sink when he hears you sniffle and give your head a little shake as you hold up a hand towards him because you already know his arms are desperate to pull you back into his embrace at the sight of you getting upset over your boyfriend but you want to answer his question and you won’t be able to do that if he’s holding you because you’ll be too comfortable and won’t want to ruin the moment.

“He uhm he’s cheating on me or-or that’s what they think.” Harry licks his lips before he tucks his bottom one between his teeth as he lets your words sink in for a moment. “And I don’t know if he is or not? I don’t-I just don’t know.” You mumble as you look down at your feet.

“Why do they think that?” His voice isn’t harsh but it’s not nearly as soft as it was a moment ago. “What’s he been doing that’s got them all accusing him of cheating?”

“His Instagram is private now and he unfollowed everyone and he uh also posted some things to his uhm Snapchat that-”

“He unfollowed everyone? Even you?”

“Yes.”

“When’s the last time you talked to him?”

“I really don’t want to do this right now.” Harry lets out a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair, that answer telling him everything he needs to know. “Please Harry. I just want to go home.” Your voice is watery as you turn to finally look at him again and all the anger Harry was feeling towards Kyle melts away when he sees your bottom lip start to tremble and your eyes gloss over with unshed tears.

“Let me go get your purse and we can go.” He takes a step towards you and places both hands on your face, gently cupping your cheeks. “I love you.” Is all he says before he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too Harry.” The words sting a bit as they hit his ears because of course he knows you love him, just not in the same way.

[sarah-the-bird-nerd]

How they kiss you (on the lips)

Kissing techniques of the 141 + König and Alejandro...with gifs!

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny is all about the fun and spontinaity of it, you're on a drive? Oh he'll kiss you and watch the road. Little nips here and there, it wont take long for his mouth to go exploring...

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz is 100% sneaking up on you as you're doing the most mundane things and wrapping himself around you for a series of sweet kisses...this will rapidly spiral out of control and turn into a make out session, he has also been known to kiss you when you're lying on the couch or bed with your eyes closed, upside down Spiderman style...without hanging from the rafters.

Captain John Price

Listen, John is a passionate guy, he's going to literally envelop you in his arms, in a nice little, protective cocoon and kiss you with everything that he is. It's soft, its slow and he's going to savour it, now that's not to say that he doesn't get more rambunctious, but normal everyday kissing? Nice and slow.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Oh boy, strap yourself in because for Simon, you get 2, because I feel like Simon has two modes...

Okay, so mode 1: every day Simon. The man just wants to love you and feel you around him, he is straight up picking you up, wrapping those big strong arms around you and just...being,

So let's say he's been or is being deployed, hell, he's just having a bad day (and let's be honest here, he has a lot of those.). This man wants to full on consume you. He is pouring everything that he is into these kisses, with a good grip on you so you can't escape, hell, he's even biting a bit. You're his reason for breathing, the blood in his veins and why he does what he does and he's making it known.

König

Okay, so hear me out, König is a big boy, so much so that you're either not able to reach, or he's straining his back, so his solution? He's straight up picking you up and you're either against the wall or at the mercy of his arms, his actaualy kisses are slow, somewhat timid at first but once he's kissed you once, he can't get enough of you.

Alejandro

Okay, you look at Alejandro and tell me if you see anything but passion from the man? He is straight up pulling you into his lap, his hands going everywhere, he starts off slow and gentle but it doens't take long before the man is absolutely consuming you.

[caffieneaddictt18]

A little while ago, I read a beautiful piece of fic, so I asked to be able to use their inspiration... thank you @goatgoesmbe for letting me use the inspiration for your fic.

Price had first found out that you kept your door unlocked when he didn't hear the tale-tell click of a door locking when you got home from work.

He was a little surprised too. A pretty thing like you leaving your door unlocked? In this neighborhood?

So John, being the caring man he is, decided to keep watch over your door. He doesn't get much sleep anyway. Might as well use the time to watch over you while you sleep. Just like him and his men when they take shifts sleeping. He's asked you to watch his place while he's gone on deployment, so it's like a give and take situation. You watch over his apartment while he's gone and he watches over you while you sleep... okay, maybe not exactly a completely fair deal, but he's done more for less.

The next day, when you get home for work, you find John Price smoking a cigar, and sitting outside his door, across from your apartment. The glow of the end of the cigar is a beautiful orange against his skin and in the dark of night.

"Make sure to lock your door, love... keep yourself safe." His heady, rough voice, with the casual dominance of how he told you makes you lock your door that night.

John sleeps well that night.

When Simon notices, he's at Price's flat for a football game. Manchester was playing and Simon was never one to not watch a match that Manchester played. He might not like his personal history with the place, but it's home and he will gladly support his home's team.

It's going great and Simon is a little tipsy by the end of it. Definitely not able to take the train home safely, let alone drive home, so he stay's at Price's in Herefordshire.

As Simon gets the couch set up for himself to sleep, he notices Price hasn't moved from his seat and is wide awake.

"Price? You gonna get ready for bed?"

"Not yet, Simon. Feel free to sleep." Price has not heard the click of your door locking, and it's past the normal time of you getting home. You forgot to lock your door again.

"What's wrong?" Simon is suddenly very sober despite the alcohol still running its course through his system.

“Goin’ for a smoke.” John grabs a cigar, and heads out, leaving his door unlocked.

Simon notices. He notices everything but his Captain leaving his door unlocked? He always locks his door, even if he’s just going around the corner of the building. So Simon gets up, and sits in John’s chair. Simon notices a few more things…

1. This chair faces a door.

2. The door happens to be your door.

3. His Captain is rummaging through the flower pots in front of your apartment

Why is his Captain looking through your flower pots? It must be for a good reason… Simon waits and watches as his Captain, his good friend and leader, finds your spare key and inserts it into your deadbolt… and then your doorknob… and puts the key back before turning the corner to take his smoke.

It’s not until about twenty minutes later when Price is done that he finds Simon sitting in his chair. His watching chair.

“Doe’ she always forge’?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then… someones gotta protect a birdie like that.”

And that was when John knew that the first of his men had been caught into your hooks.

It’s quite funny how you got the other two to become a part of the security team.

At base, Simon was talking about how good Price’s barbecue is, and Johnny and Kyle overheard. Kyle, Price’s not-so-subtle favorite, was taken aback. His captain was barbecuing and he never shared? So, the day ended with plans being made to go to Price’s flat for a barbecue in two days.

Price came by your flat to let you know. “My team is coming by. Some of them are a rowdy bunch, but we’ll try to keep quiet.” John reassures you, but knowing you, you wouldn’t care. You never complained, even when the apartment next to you was loud, or the apartment above you was… dancing the tango, if you know what I mean.

So when Johnny got rambunctious, it wasn’t anything you weren’t prepared for. What you weren’t prepared for was Kyle stopping you on your walk to your apartment door and flirting with you, Johnny not far behind. “I didnae ken tha’ Cap’n had a bonnie lass like y’self across the hall~ Can see why he’s hidin’ you though.”

“John? He’s just my neighbor.” You try to tell them, backing yourself to your door.

“‘John’? On first name basis, are you?” Kyle smirks. He knows the team’s dynamic. Once one of them gets you… the rest are not far behind.

“I’m not su- oh would you look at tha-“ You cut yourself off by opening your door and sliding into your apartment, leaving it unlocked behind you.

Johnny and Kyle are confused. No one has left like that when they flirt. Must be a recluse… so they shrug and go back to their little gathering. Johnny’s a little less rambunctious now and the noise has toned down.

As the gathering comes to an end, Price gets up, not hearing your lock click into place again. He walks over and knocks on the door.

"Captain, why are you-?" Gaz starts before you open the door.

"John?" Your voice, thick with sleep, softens John's heart.

"Make sure to lock your door, pet."

"Okay..." You mumble, "Goodnight, John."

"Goodnight, pet." He waits for you to shut the door and lock it before heading back to the boys.

"So... is that why you've been making missions shorter than usual?" Soap asks, taking a slow sip of his beer.

"She leaves her door unlocked most nights. Forgets it." Ghost shrugs, taking a sip of his whiskey, looking away from his captain.

"So... she needs a reminder." Gaz looks at Price, eyes focused, goal-oriented.

"A reminder would be good for her, I suppose." Price shrugs, sipping his drink.

If anyone were to look close enough, they would see the twinkle in his eye, the small smirk forming at the edge of his lips behind the glass...

But his team doesn't need to look close. They already know.

The next day, you are coming back from your late night shift, a long day of office work that makes you feel shittier and shittier after your already long day of classes. It's already dark out, and you're justing wishing for a shower and your bed.

But of course... something stops you. More like someone.

"Pet, you really need to start locking your door at night." John's voice is unmistakable, even in the dark. The striking sound of a lighter producing a flame emits a soft orange glow before burning the end of those nice smelling cigars.

"John, do we have to have this conversation?" You lean against your threshold.

"We do."

"There's nothing important in the apartment anyways-"

"You."

"What?"

"You are the important 'thing', pet." He takes one more puff of his cigar before standing to his full height, towering over you.

"Ohhhh..." It hits you like a train. You're supposed to be the valuable. "John, I get it. But I leave my laptop at work and the only other valuable is my phone-"

"Godammit, you're the valuable! And I will spend however long it takes for me to drill that through your skull!" He raises his voice, needing you to understand how much he and his boys have already fallen for you.

"What, you tryna ask me on a date?" You chuckle and reach for your doorknob.

"No," His hand grasps yours, swallowing it in the heat of himself, "I'm asking you to be mine."

Sorry this took so long! I wanted to do it justice but I can't think of anything else now... so I'm creatively pooped out... Have a great night/day!

[sleepyeepyp3rson]

wwe/pro fighters!141 x announcer!reader

John Price, former two-time Wold Champion, the Bear of the Ring, back from retirement. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, a newcomer, moving on up to the big leagues. The Golden Boy of London. John "Soap" MacTavish, the Street Fight Champion, the half of the most menacing duo in WWE history. And "Ghost," the Shadow of the Ring, who won last seasons duo Championship with Soap.

an: i JUST got into wwe, so sorry for any inaccuracies! correct me, it's always fun to learn more :3 also also! my first full fic 😭😭 got SO SCARED posting this so sorry if it low key sucks, if it doesn't, i have plans for a second one + shoutout to my awsome beta reader (my best friend)

(masterlist, 2)

Recently, one of the announcers retired after a long career, and WWE scrambled to find a suitable replacement that wouldn't cause an uproar in the dedicated fanbase.

They chose you. A person with an impressive resume and a quick wit, willing to be accidentally trampled if need be. And the best part for the company? The fans love you, some even making compilations and edits of you. Of the few moments you get shown on camera at least. (The wrestlers are the main event.) And the wrestlers seem to like you just fine. Better than the refs and each other, at least. The 141 seem to like you the most, though.

Price, just coming back from a short retirement, was the first match you narrated. You loved him growing up, the finishing moves, the walkout song (Thunderstruck AC/DC,) everything. He put the attitude in the Attitude Era, the main event, the headliner. Then he retired.

You cried during his final show. Being one of the live announcers for his comeback now is huge for you.

He walked out on the ring, fought like hell, and at one point he slung his opponent over the net and the guy crashed into your table. Admittedly it was a little frightening, but seeing John Price drag the guy kicking and screaming back into the ring by his hair was enough of a reward. And the gruff "Sorry, dove," he said to you certainly didn't make anything worse.

But you thought that was it for the nicknames.

Until Gaz. Every match he has, whenever he has the mic, he's referencing you at least once, with an added "Love" or "Sunshine" to it. That alone gave you a thousand more followers on your Instagram, but the post he made on Twitter? At least ten thousand. And it wasn't anything major, but being the "Golden Boy" comes with certain privileges, and he uses them well. You start researching him after that, and he hasn't done that for any other announcer.

Soap and Ghost’s first team-up of the season has them against the men they stole the Duo Champions titles from. Graves and Makarov. Match made in Hell, the two of them. They can't stand each other, but they hate the 141 boys enough to justify a team-up.

During the match, Soap broke Makarov's arm. Maybe he just forgot it wasn't his usual rules, or maybe it was the reference he made to you during the pre-fight trash-talk session. Either way, Ghost had his back, as always, and covered for him by throwing the rest of the match as the script told them to. Either way, they were disqualified.

And you? You're having the time of your life. The fights are right up by your face, the adrenaline rush right there, and this time you actually get to chase it.

Maybe you're egging them on a bit. Grinning like mad during Price's first match, responding to Gaz's tweet and comments with nothing short of glowing praise, giving colorful commentary during Soap and Ghost’s fight. But who can blame you, really? For liking your job, for entertaining people.

Maybe that's why this match, the grand match between Task Force 141 and The Shadows is packed. You entertain people just as much as the wrestlers.

The lights flash, Thunderstruck plays, the 141 boys walk out. Then here comes Graves for a rematch against the ones who broke his arm, complete with his entourage behind him. Surprisingly the whole broken arm thing fits the storyline well, after some panicking from the writers and producers.

"Your boy broke my arm." Graves starts, grin sharp, canines poking out. Grinning despite the red-hot pain in his arm.

"We do what we have to. Keep your mouth shut next time, aye?" It's a measured response from Price, but the headbutt Soap does as soon as the sentence settles is definitely not.

"Grab your popcorn people, the world's Street Fight Champion Soap is jumping right into the fight!" And there's your voice, over the speakers. Sounding thrilled.

The fans both cheer and jeer and Ghost’s chant is started up, a steady thump, thump, of boots on the floor of the stadium.

The fight starts without much else, men thrown and chairs cracked over heads. With the disadvantage Graves has, it's clear who will win, but the play-by-play is still fun to give.

"Oh! And Graves has got Soap on the ropes, can he break his hold- and Ghost runs up behind him, always on his six, yanking Graves away! This is the Champion duo ladies and gentlemen."

And maybe it's distracting the boys a little. Maybe Johnny puffs up a little when you point out his title, maybe Ghost looks over at the booth for a little too long. Just maybe. And just maybe that gives the Shadows an opening for a takedown move or two. And just maybe, the 141 loses twice in a row.

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 5)

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Kyle needed space. 

Away from John, Simon, Johnny and the military base itself. 

So he decided to see a late night viewing of the first Lord Of The Rings movie; hoping that by the time he got back, all of his partners would be fast asleep. 

He just needed to get out and distract himself from everything that had happened during the day. 

Distract himself from the arguments he’d had with his partners.

Distract himself from the rage and pain he kept feeling whenever he thought about them seeing you. 

Distract himself from the slight jealousy festering inside his heart when he thought of you with your new partner…

Was going to watch a movie that he’d last watched with you, the best way to stop himself from thinking about you.

Probably not. 

But the only other movie that was showing tonight was the new horror film he’d seen advertised on the tv, and he certainly wasn’t going to go and watch that. 

So with that decision made, he grabbed his movie ticket, a small tub of popcorn and a large cup of lemonade before making his way to the cinema screen the movie was showing in. 

Despite trying not to, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to the last time he’d watched The Lord Of The Rings. 

You were snuggled against his side; with his arm wrapped around you, holding you close. 

The pain of that memory was enough to make Kyle reflect on his movie choice.  

‘Maybe the horror film was a better idea,’ he thought to himself; unable to get the image of you and him cuddled up on the sofa from his mind.

Leading to all of his memories of you to play in his mind, a film his own mind had created of you. 

Of them. 

Of all of them. 

He was so lost in the memories of you, that he walked straight into someone accidentally. 

“Shit, sorry,” he apologised, watching as the person he’d bumped into turned around, facing him. 

Kyle was certain his heart paused for a brief moment, realising that the person he’d bumped into, was you. 

~~~~~

You weren’t a huge fan of horror movies, you didn’t hate them, you just found them a little boring due to their predictability. 

But your Fiance loved them and it was his turn to pick the movie you guys watched tonight, seeing as you chose the restaurant they’d eaten in earlier in the evening. 

You were currently waiting for said Fiance, who’d just stepped out of the cinema to take a quick work call. 

You were lost in the world of your phone, scrolling through it absentmindedly, when somebody barged directly into you, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Shit, sorry,” you heard a very familiar voice say from behind you. 

You didn’t believe it at first; that was until you turned around and saw Kyle standing directly in front of you. 

Kyle Garrick…

“Hi,” he said softly with a smile on his lips. 

“Are you guys following me or something?” You questioned, your annoyance clear in your voice, you weren’t at work now, you didn’t have to be polite anymore. 

Why was he here? 

Were the others here too? 

You glanced around the room, but couldn’t see anyone else around, thankfully. 

“It’s just me,” Kyle confirmed, noticing your action. 

You couldn’t help but be relieved by his answer even though a small part of you hated that you felt that way. 

“And I’m not following you, I’m just here to watch one of the greatest films ever made,” he answered innocently, nodding over to the trailer that was playing on the bed screen at the side of them. 

You simply nodded in response; a wave of guilt washing over you at your harshness towards him.

Of course he was here to see The Lord Of The Rings film showing tonight, it was his favourite movie… 

“I’m sorry about the others by the way, they shouldn’t have shown up at the coffee shop the way they did…”

Kyle’s apology caught you completely off guard, your mouth going dry as his words processed in your mind.

You honestly didn’t know what to say to him; you just stared at him, shocked.

“I’m sorry for everything we put you through, Y/n and I’m glad you’re happy,” he continued.

You could hear the sincerity in his voice; and that left you even more astonished. 

Hearing your name fall from his lips, stunned you almost as much as the apology he’d just given you did. 

Kyle very rarely ever called you by your name, even if you guys were arguing he wouldn’t do it…the last time he would’ve said your name would’ve been when you first started dating the group. 

It felt weird.

You wanted to be angry at him for all the pain you’d endured from him; just like you had been with the others, but he’d done something that the others didn’t. 

He apologised. 

And he didn’t try to act like the past two and a half years hadn’t happened, in fact he was the only one of them who was acting like it did. 

And you appreciated that. 

You smiled at him, not a fake or forced smile, a proper smile. 

“Thank you,” you breathed, finding your voice. 

“Congratulations on the engagement and upcoming wedding by the way,” he said, glancing down at the ring on your hand. 

You hadn’t even realised that you’d been fiddling with the precious piece of jewellery on your finger until Kyle looked down at the ring; making your hands freeze. 

“Thank you,” you repeated, slightly overwhelmed by his kindness and completely unsure of what else to say to him.

“The movie’s about to start, so I gotta go," he said, giving you another smile before walking past you and towards the screen room his movie was showing in. 

“Sorry, honey, that call took longer than I thought,” the voice of your fiance said behind you, snapping you back to repair as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Popcorn?” He questioned, leading you over to the concessions counter. 

~~~~~~

It hurt Kyle, to be happy for you; and to tell you that he was happy for you. 

He couldn’t help but be slightly proud of himself for doing it though. 

However, when he noticed the genuine smile that curved on your lips; he could feel his heart aching…

‘You deserve to be happy’ he kept mentally repeating the phrase to himself, like a mantra. 

But he couldn’t help his own curiosity.

He knew that you would probably be here with someone, seeing as you didn’t like going to cinemas on your own. 

He knew that it was either going to be one of your friends joining you for the movie, or your fiance. 

He couldn’t deny that he was surprised that you were watching a horror movie over The Lord Of The Rings, but thought maybe you were avoiding it because of the memory of watching it with him. 

He assumed you were seeing the horror film anyway, given that you had no reaction to him saying the movie that he was watching. 

He hovered outside the door to his screening, subtly glancing back now and then to see who it was that was going to be joining you. 

And just like that, he saw the man who he assumed was your Fiance, given that he was kissing your cheek and holding your hand.

Kyle’s popcorn slipped out of his hand in pure shock, he was only just keeping his drink steady in his hand. 

He thought he was wrong. 

Hoped that he was wrong. 

But he continued to watch the two of you; and there was no denying who that man was. 

It made Kyle feel sick to his stomach.

He didn’t want to admit it, especially not after everything that happened earlier in the evening…but John, Simon and Johnny were right. 

They had to stop this wedding. 

He wanted you to be happy, he truly did, but there was one thing he knew about Phillip Graves….He couldn’t be trusted.

And he certainly didn’t dare to trust Graves with you. 

Kyle wasted no time in running back to his car and driving back to the base, certain that he’d broken several speed limits on the way there. 

But he didn’t care. 

He cared about you; cared about stopping your wedding. 

He burst through the door to John's office, just like Johnny had done this morning, except Kyle nearly tripped over his own feet when he entered the room. 

“Easy, Kyle,” John said, quickly catching Kyle in his arms before he could stumble to the floor. 

“Ye alright?” Johnny asked, taking a few steps towards Kyle, confused by his panicked entrance. 

Kyle shook his head as he steadied himself, between John, “She’s marrying Graves,”

“What?” Simon asked, hoping that he’d heard Kyle wrong. 

“She’s marrying Graves,” he repeated; with a look of absolute dread in his eyes. 

“How do you know?” Johnny asked; in slight disbelief at Kyle’s words. 

“I saw him, with her at the cinema,”

His answer made their blood run cold.

John and Kyle knew what Graves had done to Simon and Johnny; knew that Graves betrayed them and then tried to kill them.

“I thought he was dead,” Johnny sighed, running his hands over his face. 

“We all did,” Simon muttered, placing his hand on Johnny's shoulder.

“We need to stop this wedding,” Kyle said, glancing at Simon and Johnny quickly,  before meeting John's eyes.  

“Then we’re all agreed,” John stated with a nod. 

They weren’t going to let this wedding happen. 

They couldn’t let you marry him. 

“Do ye think he’s with her cos of us?” Johnny asked, vocalising the question that had flickered in all of their minds. 

After both Graves and Shepherd's betrayal in Mexico; John got worried.

Worried that Shepherd might use you to get to them. 

He hoped the worry would fade once he came home; but it didn’t. 

It just got worse. 

That’s when he knew, knew that he had to break up with you, to keep you safe. 

Shepherd knew who you were; he'd met you a handful of times when you visited them at the base or there was work party you were able to attend...it would've been easy to target you whilst they were away on mission...

That’s how he explained it to the others; that’s why they agreed to it. 

They’d all collectively agreed to have you be safe but hate them, then love them but be at risk. 

But now they find out that you’re getting married to the man who not only betrayed them, but also works for the very man they were trying to protect you from all along. 

“I don't know but it doesn’t matter, ‘cos we’re gonna stop this wedding,” John clarified, the other men present in the room, nodding in agreement.

They needed to make sure you were safe, and as far away from Graves and Shepherd as possible.

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You Think It’s Love- Ending B

Taking Them Back

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Both Endings are being posted consecutively so here is Ending A (not taking them back)

You think it’s love when you decided that you could learn to trust the men again.

When you told them that you were willing to try again, they all looked happy. Johnny and Kyle looked like they wanted to hug you, but they also didn’t want to overstep your boundaries. John and Simon looked a bit relieved at the news and nodded in acknowledgment.

As much as you and the men wanted to kiss and hug and run off into the sunset together, all of you knew that there were going to have to be some changes to prevent this from happening again.

It took eating some takeout and watching an old movie for you guys to set out some ground rules:

1. You guys were going to try and have a meeting in the living room each week, talking about any plans and grievances.

2. Nobody would hold in any issue they may have, if something is bothering them, they need to speak up.

3. No yelling or pointing fingers. All of you guys were adults and should handle the issue as adults.

4. You guys were all a team and it meant handling the issues together, not on opposite sides.

With these rules, you guys swore that it would help prevent anymore issues in the future. Maybe it was because you missed the men so much that you wanted to do your own form of a pinky promise with a kiss on the lips, and maybe they missed you too because they didn’t oppose it.

You think you’re home now with the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

—

Learning how to be a couple again was terrifying. It felt like relearning how to walk where you all needed to hold each other’s hand and take slow steps.

Slow was good for you guys slow meant:

Johnny waiting till you were ready for kisses and cuddles. You think he danced a little inside when you came back to their bed, wanting to cuddle.

Kyle excitedly buying everything for another self care night because you mentioned to him about missing it.

John waiting till you were ready again for dates. He’d managed to fend off the men (who were dying to go on a date again with their girl) and told you whenever you were ready to go out again with them, they’d be ready too.

Simon waiting till you felt loved enough before taking you back to bed and showing you how much he’d loved and missed you.

Slow was good because it meant that there was no rush in repairing all the broken pieces.

—

It’s when you and Simon are lying in bed together (after an eventful hour showing each how much love you felt for one another) that you wonder what exactly was on the men’s mind while you were gone.

You were scared to ask. You didn’t want to bring up the memories again where you think both you and the men were suffering through the distance, but a part of you wanted to know.

You two lie silently together, watching the fan spin around, before you picked your head up from resting on Simon’s chest and asking:

“Hey Si?”

“Hmm?”

“What were you guys doing while I was gone?”

Simon was quiet for a few seconds, thinking of what to say before speaking.

“Missing you.”

You felt a slight heat rise up in your face. Missing you. That felt nice. Knowing that the men felt like they were missing a part of their family because you were also feeling the same way and this time there be nothing separating you again.

“Me too.”

You spoke quietly as you laid your head back on Simon’s chest as you guys went back to enjoying each other’s company.

—

Sometimes you think about what would’ve happened if you didn’t take them back. Would you have grown to regret it? Or would you have been happy with it?

You’re not sure but you don’t find yourself thinking about it much as the men take up much of your time. Especially when they start talking about going on vacation to celebrate your anniversary. You don’t find yourself wondering much about the what ifs instead you try to focus on the present, with the men by your side.

You think it’s love when you stick through the rain to eventually see the rainbow.

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With this ending, we’re like now done done 🥹

It’s such a sweet ending (imo) and also Simon got his part! I gave Simon some love in both endings because I felt that he really didn’t get to shine that much so he got to shine in the endings!

I was thinking for my next story maybe writing this? Like an eventual relationship either TF141 or just one of the men? Or maybe instead of Soap being dead it’s another soldier??

Now I gotta clear out my drafts 😭 but for those of you who stuck around for the story thank you! I hope you guys continue to stick around and see what else I have in store! I’ll try to make you guys proud! 🤗

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The Price is Wife | Bonus Material

The Price is Wife | Part 2 | Part 3 | Masterlist

Shout out to @lialucis for going back and forth on these ideas with me for nearly an hour late at night.

John, after ace!reader mentioned divorce because he found a boyfriend and left for the hotel slammed back into their flat at looked at Nik so seriously and said, "You need to date my wife."

"John... Why would I date your wife? I do not want a wife." "But she gives great cuddles and I can't lose her. I love her and I love you and and and," John tears up unable to force the words out of the vulnerable space in his chest.

@lialucis had this spectacular take from reader's POV "IM MARRIED TO JOHN AND HES YOUR BOYFRIEND WE CANT DATE RAGHARAGHA"

They also thought about John setting his wife and his boyfriend up on "toddler play dates" so they can learn to get along and love each other so he can keep both of them.

The thought was also thrown around of John making it seem to each of them that they are helping the other. "Nik needs to go out, take him with you to the butcher so he isn't bored," he says to his wife. "She really will need help carrying everything home, the butcher she likes sets up at a farmers market," he says to his boyfriend.

There is so much more under the cut I just didn't want to force a forever scroll through the nearly hour of back and forth we had.

@lialucis had the tastiest of ideas of Nik and ace!reader going to a movie without John and him being upset™ when he found out because he really wanted to see that one.

When they offered to see it again with him, John declined and took Kyle to see it instead.

We laughed about SimonxJohnnyxKyle being confused and concerned when Nik and ace!reader getting closer and them thinking Nik is being a homewrecker.

@lialucis "Simon about to cut the fucking fuel lines to the helicopter if he sees Nik giving her a tour of it again"

When Nik and reader get comfortable they laugh and chat in a way that just looks flirty.

NikolixPricexreader go to a bar with SimonxJohnnyxKyle and someone touches reader's ass. Nik jumps into action hauling the guy over by the neck.

"You owe my friend apology."

@lialucis "That bar fight Johns the voice of reason trying to fight Nik back from murder and his wife from assault with a deadly weapon. John squared has to body Nik and Simon has to drag wife away like a feral wet cat Gaz has to get the fuck out before he's evocerated in public"

More silly thoughts from @lialucis about the guys not knowing the agreed dynamics between Nik, Price, and Reader. "And then Nik and Wife start fucking with the boys"

Because of course they do.

Ways that Nik and reader fuck with the guys: reader brings Nik lunch, but not John. Reader and Nik sit in the heli's and eat lunch together and gossip like old hens. Laughing behind their hands at the looks they get from Simon, Kyle, Johnny. It gets worse when John joins them.

@lialucis "Did you see wife today? She had the audacity to kiss Nik's hand better where he cut it. Behind Prices back!" "Ends up calling Nik the homewrecker tramp and hussy" "Because we respect wife in this household" "And Nik dies laughing at being called this"

"You're a fucking homewrecker mate." Nik proceeds to fall out of plane laughing. Replies "me? Wife would gut me if I sneezed wrong on her period last week," wipes tears. Starts chuckling again, "homewrecker."

@lialucis threw out the idea of matching bedazzled shirts "Wife wears a matching one with Nik that says 'home' and 'wrecker'"

She would make some for the guys "Good at making bad assumptions"

When Nik and John piss off reader she goes on dates with the Laswells.

Photos of them kissing being sent to the guys literally just to fuck with them. Like a Laswell on each cheek and a wide wife grin.

@lialucis "The girls having matching rings that wife swaps out with prices"

"I'm going out!" "With who!?" "My wives, they listen to me!"

@lialucis had the stellar idea of "Los Vaqueros visits and Rudy and Alejandro instantly, I see what's going on here"

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Price groaned, rubbing his eyes and blinking hard. Working on his paperwork was increasingly hard when he was seeing double and everything felt like it was spinning.

Sure he'd only recently got home from the 2 week long mission. But paperwork wouldn't do itself, he didn't want to do this when he woke up.

Besides, he'd had the sniffles all day. If he went to bed now, he'd likely wake up fully sick, and then he couldn't do shit. All he needed to do was get this all done then he could rest in peace.

Price glanced at the massive pile left. Yeahhh, this was gonna take all night. But he couldn't sic it on the boys, they needed to rest after the long mission.

He sighed, resigning to finish this. It only took half an hour more before his vision was blurring further, black spots dancing in and out of his sight.

It took him an embarrassingly long time to work out that the noise he was hearing was a knock on the door, and not an auditory hallucination.

“Come in” he called, wincing slightly at the rasp of his voice. He was definitely coming down sick.

The hulking great figure of Simon filled his vision, clearly having showered, in fresh clothes and a plain black balaclava.

He couldn't help immediately feeling a little scolded. He knew Simon came here to check on him. Simon had known him years longer then the other two, and naturally knew of his…. Less than healthy habits.

His lieutenants eyes narrowed “Go shower” he scolded, softly.

Prices nose immediately scrunched. “I'm fine, Si. I will, I just need to finish this.”

His words were not enough to get Simon off his back. “Go shower now, and sleep….. sir”

Price shot him a look. His tacking sir belatedly on the end of the sentence did not make it a respectful way to talk to his superior.

“I am fine, Lieutenant. You d-” He cut himself off, body apparently deciding now was the perfect time to burst into a coughing fit, chest heaving. The coughs dry and loud, making his throat hurt.

Simon immediately moved to his side, rubbing the captains back with a worried look on his face. However he couldn't resist a snide comment “Case in point, you need to rest.”

Price clumsily stuck up the middle finger as he caught his breath, huffing slightly, headache worse now. “ ‘m fine”

He then let out an undignified squeak as Simon seemed to decide to take it into his own hands, picking up Price with ease and slinging him over his shoulder.“OI! What the bloody hell are you doing you Muppet!?”

Simon simply hummed, walking out the door. “You need to rest. If you won't rest off your own accord, I will make you rest.”

Price growled, trying to avoid to worse dizziness at being moved, and how warm Simons bare hands were. “Bloody lotta good it'll do if you are bringing me away from my bed!”

Simon gave him a withering look. “If I were to make you rest in your own bed. You would get back up when I left, no? Therefore I am bringing you to my room”

Price huffs unable to really combat that statement, dizzy and exhausted, he just allowed Simon to carry him, albeit pouting slightly.

Simon was incredibly warm and comfortable and Price was so tired, so he just let him self be carried.

He did have to hide a slight snicker when Simon walked by Johnny and Kyle. Afterall he just considered this normal, with how well he and Simon knew each other.

But the other two boys had never seen this, and were probably baffled that Simon was walking round with the captain over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Still he didn't have the energy to argue as Simon carried him into him room, setting him on the bed, before laying on him, much like a stubborn cat.

He knew price would try and get up otherwise, so he simply laid on him. And sure, price was a little peeved, he did have work to do, but he was comfy.

The door creaked open, soap quietly peaking his head in. “Wha tha hell?”

Simon raised his head at that. “He is sick and still trying to work. A dumb arse.”

Price resisted the urge to groan as both Soap and Gaz entered the room, clearly ready to scold him.

Apparently none of the boys were keen on letting him back to work. Gaz took all the work, finishing it up, and Johnny also curled up with Simon, pinning price to the bed, after making food to ensure he ate.

Price knew he really should be annoyed… but he was in a cuddle sandwich of hot men, so he wasn't complaining.

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im shaking in need my god pop star f!reader x hockey player price oh god oh god

EXCLUSIVE: john price (2), goalie for the specgru and a nominee for this year’s vezina, seen holding hands with a budding pop star of the era, five years his junior.

both are seen dining together and walking around downtown after this night's victorious game against the florida shadows. the two seemed to be engrossed in their conversation and are happy with each other.

it is important to note that price had stated two years ago that he was taking himself out of the dating market after divorce with now ex-beau martha castillo, his wife of four years. is he rescinding his statement? when was this relationship formed? did… (subscribe to suns net to read more)

"jesus," john rumbles, his words muffled behind his palm as he sags in his chair. he passes the tablet back to laswell, their manager, and refuses to make eye contact with anyone else in the group.

the team were the first to call him since the incident, the incessant ringing rousing him from his peaceful dream. he stretched his arm out to pluck his phone from the nightstand, careful not to jostle you awake.

in the end, his efforts were futile because your own team reached out to you. unlike the specgru's management team, yours were more prepared for the fiasco, sending threads of emails full of instructions how to deal with the situation.

it's not necessarily a scandal, not with how there were more people reacting in favour of the relationship, but john had always been a private person and he is just not used to how his relationship with you ended up being public just overnight.

it's not your fault, no matter how many times you've told him so. he knew what he was getting into when he pursued you. he told his team, their PR department, and even his parents about what might change. even martha was given a lengthy call, the two of them making arrangements how martha and her new wife could possibly avoid being pulled into the spotlight.

so really, everything's fine. it really is. it's just that you've been ignoring his calls since this all started, running out of his flat with a yelled, "be back!", only to disappear for hours. john is worried.

"lassie’s probably doing work. damage control an' all that—you know how it is in the bizz," johnny says, consoling.

"do you know how the 'bizz' even works, 'tavish?" kyle pipes in.

john hears a choked sound, then an abrupt yelp, before scuffling fills his ears.

great. now his team’s tussling.

“out,” kate’s voice pierces through his thoughts. “you all, out. you’re distracting.”

“but missus!” johnny whines, but he doesn’t get to say any more and john looks up, wanting to see how terrifying kate must have looked like to shut johnny up.

oh, yeah, he thinks. that'd put the fear of god in anyone, alright.

he watches as the team shuffles out, all of them sending him comforting smiles, before he’s left alone with kate and alex. kate sits in front of him. “run it by me again, john. where did she tell you she’d be?"

john licks the back of his teeth, hesitating, but before he can respond, his phone rings. three chirps pass when john was finally able to reach for it, ignoring the bewildered look that alex is giving him—kate, it seems, is not even shocked by how agile john is when it comes to you.

"hello?" he murmurs, turning away from his managers in lieu of privacy. from the reflection of the window, he sees alex look away too, in pretense with john, while kate continues to stare, scrutinizing.

"hi, baby," you chirp with a giggle as if you were not radio silent for four whole hours; the afternoon is about to swell at its peak, the summer sun sweltering from every corner of the city. "i missed you lots."

and just like that, john feels himself relaxing. his shoulders sag in the newfound comfort wafting from within his chest, his bruised lips—he didn't even know he had been biting them in his worry—slipping between his teeth, and his forehead easing from all his frowning.

john feels like he's won another game; like they've defeated the shadows and claimed the cup for themselves already.

"s'alright," he says, a touch softer. "all is well f'r you?"

"all is well," you reply, voice curling like you’re smiling. "i'm gonna do somethin' soon so all i ask is that you trust me, okay?"

"of course," john instantly replies before his mind could even comprehend what you just said. "wait what-"

"okay then. bye!"

the line drops just like that.

"oh god," kate hisses from behind john. john can't quite say he mirrors the sentiment because anything you do is good. everything that you are is bright.

he would trust you with a goal, if he could—you have his heart already, after all.

.

"holy shit!" mactavish shrieks before a phone is shoved underneath john's face.

he goes cross-eyed, blinded by the blue light for a minute, before he is finally able to push johnny's hand away. he plucks the phone from his friend, grunting when the rest of the squad flank him, heads butting his own as they try to get a glimpse of what was on mactavish's phone.

simon begins to laugh while kyle repeats johnny's words.

john can't blame them. holy shit indeed.

it was a new post from you, in instagram. it was a picture he remembers you asking him to take for you from the night before, all coy as you danced in front of him, both of you ignoring the obvious tent underneath his sweats.

"i want a keepsake," you murmured while batting your eyelashes. "please?"

"it's all yours, if you want," john remembers replying, all parched with his need.

"no," you said with a giggle. "a picture's enough."

"okay," he had said with a croak, his eyes blown wide as desire bloats from the pit of his belly.

so here it is now, posted for everyone's eyes in your account, the product of your seduction—you, sitting on the back your legs, stretching out on the bed, clothed in nothing but his jersey for a top—the bold and white-coloured 2 almost covers your whole back—and a black bikini for a bottom.

his eyes flit to the caption: comfy in his shirt. #letsgospecgru

"holy shit," john rasps out loud this time, his need growing teeth.

keller bursts into the locker room. “your turn to post with her merch.” he throws something at john and it is only his reflexes that allows him to catch it with his hands.

he looks at it—it’s a cream jumper sold during the release of your new album. the material is soft, the embroidery so smooth. the logo, even, is beautiful.

say less, he thought, already slipping out of his practice shirt and into the jumper.

.

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pricejhn2: her number one fan #newalbum

[buttdumplin]

Polariods Pt 2: You’ve got intense baby fever and Simon makes a complete meal out of it, especially now that he’s got his trusty camera.

cw: poly 141, afab gn!reader, breeding, handjobs, this one has a lot more of the boys amongst themselves

word count: 1.8k

Part 1

One of Simon’s favorite polaroids is from a spontaneous session. It’s the night of your solo date and you’re both getting settled for bed when you reach over to him with a whisper.

“Can I confess something?”

“Anything,” he’s worried he messed up on your date, missed something or overstepped a boundary.

“I’m drowning in baby fever.”

He blinks at you, all the tension in his body suddenly gone.

“Do you… want to go raw? I know we haven-”

Simon’s on you with a bruising kiss before you can finish. The sheets are ripped aside and you can feel his fingers dig at the flesh of your hips as he scrambles to get your clothes off. He grunts and pushes at your knee with his to get you to lift so he can slide your bottoms off before he rips them, and you quickly oblige.

You’re laughing against his mouth when he finally pauses. He sits back up to look you over, his panting loud, the tent in his gray sweatpants proud and straining. Once he’s made sure you’re okay, that you do actually want this, he reaches for the little pink camera from the nightstand.

“Yes,” he finally answers, “and I’ll keep going until it takes.”

You gasp and immediately the flash goes off. He’s captured you perfectly: a high blush on your cheeks, your sweet lips parted in surprise, eyes shining with hope.

Simon does keep that photo secret for a while. He knows for a fact you haven’t asked the same of the other boys yet, still a bit too shy to bring it up casually. The picture, he thinks, serves as a reward for being so patient and careful with you as he’s taken the polaroids. He’ll let himself be a little selfish with it, at least for a short while. The boys won’t hear a fucking peep about this from him, not until he’s gotten your express permission to do so.

Once you give him the green light, he takes his time, going after the boys when they least expect it. He wants maximum effect, after all. He’ll meet with one of the boys per week, swearing them to secrecy, wanting to keep the suspense and surprise for each of them. And each time, he comes back to report their reactions in exquisite detail.

~

He is watching a movie with Kyle when he tells him. It’s just the two of them, snuggled together on the couch, Kyle’s head resting on his chest. The movie was innocent enough, one they’d seen a handful of times already, though it had quickly become a source of comfort. Simon launches directly into it.

“They want a baby.”

Kyle leans up enough to look Simon in the eye. He instantly thinks Simon is talking about you, but he forces himself to slow his thoughts a moment. Surely it’s his own hopeful thinking, his own desires speaking. The hesitation is clear on his face.

Kyle whimpers, his heart pounding so hard that Simon must be able to feel it against his own chest.

Simon pulls out the picture from his pocket, knowing it’ll answer everything for him. Kyle isn’t even thinking when he takes the photo from him, the snatching making Simon chuckle. He stares at the polaroid silently, eyes moving to take in every inch of you in it. When he turns to Simon again, the sweet warmth of his eyes has been swallowed by blown pupils. He licks his lips slowly, pressing his throbbing cock into Simon’s thigh. Poor boy got so hard so fast it must have hurt.

“I know, sweet boy,” Simon coos, “You’ll get your turn.”

“You can practice on me in the meantime,” he whispers into Kyle’s ear.

Two days later, Kyle is handed a polaroid of his own. Your hair is splayed out on the pillow, your mouth slightly open, your eyebrows turned up in what he knows must have been you begging, and your hand wrapped around the base of your neck. Shadows hide the rest of the image, but he’s already fully aware of what’s there. He asks Simon to repeat every detail of your reaction over and over again as he palms himself through his pants.

“Let me help you with that, love,” he gently pries Kyle's hands away.

~

Johnny is fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping and a towel that’s definitely too short wrapped around his waist, when Simon tells him. He’s pulling socks from a drawer, his back is turned to the room, when Simon speaks.

“They asked me to fuck them raw. Fill them up.”

Johnny whips around, some droplets flying to hit Simon gently in the face. He chuckles as he wipes his face, not missing the sound of Johnny stomping towards him. He opens his eyes to see Johnny’s towel barely hanging on, his cock now straining against the material and pulling at the easy knot at his hip. Simon takes the picture out of his pocket to show him, describing what exactly led to the moment he captured. There’s a quick flash of jealousy in those sharp eyes, desire temporarily blinding him to the fact that he’ll get to participate as well. Johnny takes a big steadying breath.

“No contraception at all?”

“None.”

He sees Johnny’s body tense, muscles clenching and releasing, his body swaying a bit from barely being able to restrain himself from lunging towards the living room where he knows you are. In the back and forth, the knot of the towel gives up, exposing what little it was hiding to Simon’s eyes. He can clearly see Johnny’s cock twitch with excitement, a fat pearl of precum already at his tip. Simon wraps his big hands around Johnny’s hips, forcing him the few steps forward to lick at his slit. Johnny hisses at the attention, hands fluttering at his sides until Simon grabs one of them and brings it to the back of his head.

“Give it to me for now,” and Johnny is lost.

Two days later, Johnny’s polaroid is delivered. Shadows keep their secrets again, but he can very clearly see you sitting and leaning towards the camera, breasts pushed forward and arms holding you up, lips swollen from kissing and glossy with spit, an eager smile on your face. Even with the brightness of the flash, your irises are completely gone. After long moments of admiring the photo, Johnny crushes his mouth to Simon’s, pulling him down and shoving him onto the bed to straddle Simon himself.

~

John is the last one to receive his. Simon knows exactly how explosive his reaction will be, so he wants to give John all the time he needs. It’s just the two of them in the kitchen, finishing up the last touches of cleaning before tucking in for the night. Simon waits until he sees John no longer has something fragile in his hands when he pulls out the polaroid. John’s interest is immediate and undeniable, hands clenching and yearning to touch. Seeing you half naked will always cause that reaction in him. But then Simon speaks.

“Wants to be bred. Properly.”

His head snaps up to look at Simon, eyes looking for even the slightest hint of this being a prank or a joke of some kind. When Simon gives a small nod and smiles down at him, John finally lets the words sink in. He looks back at the photo, his sharp inhale loud in the empty room. His chest swells, holding his breath from the excitement of just hearing it and having it confirmed. Simon can’t help himself. He gently nudges John’s face back up, pulling him in for a needy kiss.

“We all get a turn,” he says into John’s lips, drawing a long moan out of him.

Simon well knows John will never make a move without explicit consent, so he wants to make things as clear as possible so John can enjoy this. He can already feel John’s cock hard against his own, but he wants the man to fully have this moment.

“You’re next,” he presses the words to John’s neck, and the older man’s knees nearly give out.

Simon wraps him up in his arms and lifts John onto the counter, making quick work of his captain’s belt. John’s panting breaths are loud above him as Simon bites and sucks at the flesh of his neck. He doesn’t give his back a second thought as he bends lower to take John’s nipple into his mouth, using his teeth to graze it lightly, and sucking hard, just as he knows John loves. John’s already lost in the moment and Simon can see it. His own actions and the sheer potential of these news overwhelming John with desire. Still, Simon can do more for him. He reaches down with calloused hands, teasing John’s cock through his boxers, fingers focusing on the growing wet spot over his tip.

“So sticky for me already. Gonna stuff ‘em full, aren’t you?”

Simon spends the rest of the night with both of their cocks in his hand, making John cum over and over again, telling him about the lovely little sounds you make as you take his cum.

Two days later, Simon gives John his photo, the pride in his walk evident. John almost wanted to take the photo himself, but he wouldn’t dream of overstepping. He’s well aware that this serves as a bonding ritual for you and Simon. He’s also not sure he could trust himself to be able to still snap the picture.

John’s picture is of you already flushed and messy, hair clearly having had hands running through, eyes shining with unshed tears, and the single most euphoric smile he’s ever seen on your face, even with your bottom lip bitten raw. The base of the photo wrinkles a tiny bit in his grip, even as John holds himself back, not letting his own hunger crush the precious item. He takes in a big gulp of air, and launches himself towards the bedroom where he knows you’re waiting for him. John’s a man on a mission now, and he’s going to do everything he can to recreate the image with you. Maybe add a couple of his own marks on your skin along the way.

Once he’s able to take a break and give you a breather, John goes back to thank Simon by dropping to his knees and taking that big cock down his throat.

And they won't say it, because they don't need to, but one of their favorite parts of their pictures is the fact that it's clear Simon is fucking you senseless in every single one of them. He may not be in the pictures, but they don't need to see him to recognize his handiwork.

AN: Bless the saint that is @mikichko, she's seen this in every stage and was always beautifully encouraging. I appreciate the fuck outta you, girl.

Pictures of the boys are next.

[decojellyfish]

hello, i like your writing and was wondering if you could write some more guard dog! (character of your choice) with a little kitten reader?

Helloooo! I am terribly sorry for how long this took! College has me very busy and worn out, leaving me little to no motivation to work on fics. I really hope this makes up for the wait, as well as the other fic requests I'm working on!

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Kitty

Hybrid AU! TF141 Retired Guard Dog! Gaz x Kitten! GN! Reader Reader is addressed with either 'you' or 'kitty' !!No Romance for Obvious Reasons!!

SFW ~ Fluff Warnings: Kind of OOC Gaz at some points

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───♡───────────── Beginning

It had been 6 years since Kyle’s spot among one of the highest-ranking K-9s  had been replaced by another dog after his sniffer began to deteriorate due to a mission gone awry. Chemical warfare had been at play, leaving damage to his lungs, nose, and eyes. He was now left partially blind and developed asthma. After it was decided he could no longer work for the military, he was honorably discharged.

‘Honorably discharged my arse’ Kyle would find himself thinking whenever it was pouring rain, and there was no roof over his head to keep him dry and no walls to keep him warm. He was placed in a shelter when he retired, but that was short-lived as more and more hybrids were placed into the shelter, thus ending up in Kyle being one of many hybrids that were removed from the building – and kicked out onto the streets.

His dark eyes grew tired and full of hatred and disgust by the day. With each person that passed by, he could taste how his mouth grew more sour and his expression one of permanent bitterness. He had a home, warm food, a warm bed, everything. And these privileged little snotty hybrids didn’t know how not to take that for granted. He hated it, he hated them.

It was one of those evenings where the rain was heavy, and thunder was roaring somewhere far away. He found himself lurking around a petrol station for any kind of change or food. He was, yet again, unsuccessful in getting anything more than £4. But he had saved enough to get a sandwich to eat. He rested out back behind the building, hunched over his food so it wouldn’t grow soggy.

That’s when he felt a pair of small hands start tugging at his sandwich, making him let out a firm, loud growl. It was dark, and his shit-sight could only let him see silhouettes in the daytime. But he could sense the figure was small, a child probably. One that clearly hadn’t been taught manners. His chipped ears would twitch as they plucked out the sound of little sniffles and an angry churn of a hungry stomach.

“Go find your mummy, child. I ain’t sharin’.” He grunted. He was met with a small whine and felt the little hands grab at his meal again. He barked at them, “Fuck off, you greedy thing!” When he pulled back, he could feel a chunk of his sandwich missing that he hadn’t eaten, followed by the soft sounds of chewing. With a reluctant sigh, he went back to eating.

He could still feel your presence, though you were quiet. Just to make sure, he reached out and gave you a little push, confirming that you were, in fact, still standing there, probably wanting more. “Why don’t you go back to your parents? I’ve got nothing of use for you.”

He was met with silence, making him push more, “Don’t need to be scared. I’m sorry I yelled at you, I was hungry. But, you shouldn’t take people’s food like that.”

There was more silence. But he felt your presence move and sit next to him, and he felt you nearly sit on his tail. “Go, go away. I’ve nothing left for you.” He sighed, now giving up. He was tired and soaking wet from the rain. He sensed no movement; you were a stubborn little thing.

With that, he got up and began his way back to where he could sleep for the night. He used a cane that his previous shelter had provided him with, though, he mostly used it in the dark when his blurred surroundings became a cacophony of blues, greys, and blacks. Scraping it against the ground before him as he walked, he was so focused on the sound and finding a good place to sleep that he didn’t notice your small form following closely behind.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The morning was bright, and the rain had since gone away, though the grass was still wet and had gathered morning dew. Kyle woke up with a small groan, a few of his bones cracking as he stretched. However, he immediately became aware of his surroundings when he felt another sleeping body that was a bit too close for comfort. Sitting up, he looked down at you, now getting a better chance to look at you.

You were a hybrid like him, a cat hybrid. Your fur was orange, but the color had rusted due to the dust, dirt, and grime that was stuck on you. Seems like you were in the same boat as him, on the streets. But you were so little, so young, why the hell were you here and not somewhere warm?

Kyle began to nudge you awake, wanting to interrogate you. “Hey, wakie-wakie.” You grunted and stretched your legs out before curling your spine as your dusty ears folded back for a second. “I’m not your pa, why’re you still here?” You stared up at him, letting out a soft grunt in response.

“You don’t talk, huh? Why’s that?” He asked as he folded his cane up, storing it away in his bag. You grunted again in response, blinking at him. “You just gonna follow me around like a little guttersnipe? Is that it?” He chuckled, standing up which resulted in you following suit. To his surprise, you nodded.

He sighed and began to walk to a street where he could try and make some cash with you following quickly behind him. “I suppose there’s no getting rid of you. That’s fine, just make your own money. No leeching off of me.” Kyle stated firmly.

A few minutes later, he found a spot on a sidewalk where he sat down and put his sign and hat out in front of him. You stayed by him, seated and now whimpering in hunger. “I know, the hunger sucks. You’ll get used to it, kitty.”

The day passed, and at some point, you had actually left Kyle alone. He had no idea where you went, but he paid no mind. That is until you came back around noon with a smile on your face. “What’s got you so perky, kitty?” His eyes widened when you suddenly pulled out wads of cash.

“What the- you shouldn’t steal…!” He scolded you with a hushed voice, not wanting to attract the authorities if they were nearby. “That’s wrong, kitty, you’ll get in massive trouble for that kind of stuff.” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. You had a guilty look on your face, your slightly matted tail hanging low on the ground in shame.

Kyle sighed before motioning you to sit by him while he looked around for any onlookers. “...just put what you have in my bag, okay…?” He whispered, pushing his bag to you before you emptied the contents of your pockets into it. He was surprised by how much you’d been able to steal, from pickpocketing he assumed. “But still, no stealing. Got it?” You nodded, unable to hold back a small grin of pride from how mildly impressed he was.

A few moments passed before Kyle turned to you, “Do you know how to talk?” His voice was curious, laced with worry. His brows raised when you shook your head no, a small sound leaving your throat. “Your parents didn’t teach you or something?” You simply shrugged in response. “I suppose I’ll take that as a no.”

There was more silence between the two of you. Just the sound of people walking by, only glimpses of their conversations could be caught, the loud engines of the cars and buses that drove by, the rare instance someone would put a few quid into Kyle’s hat. “...how long are you gonna stick around?”

You shrugged again, another small sound leaving you. “You just gonna follow me forever? Till the end of time?” He cracked a smile at you. You smiled and nodded eagerly. “I made that much of an impression last night?” Kyle laughed a little. He stared at you, slightly leaning closer to get a better look at you. You were too young to be living like this.

He ruffled your hair as he leaned back, “I suppose I’ll have to teach you some vocabulary then, huh?” You squealed and laughed, pulling his hand off of you. That sound made him feel something, something that shifted. He’d never felt a paternal instinct before, but there was something about that feeling. Something that he welcomed with open arms.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

It had been a few months since you two met, and things were looking okay. You had learned a few words, memorized most of the alphabet, and were working on small sentences. Kyle had actually caught you whispering to yourself, his ears twitched as he focused on what you were saying. He had to hold back a smile when you were just repeating sentences over and over again, and trying to make up new ones.

Money was looking okay as well. Kyle had been saving before you came into his life, though he had managed to finally get close enough to having a home. Not a luxurious one, but enough for a trailer. He had more motivation than ever when you decided to stick around with him. He wanted to get you off the streets as soon as possible.

You were currently on the swings at a playground, chanting “Higher!” as Kyle pushed you. “Christ, I don’t think you can go any higher, kitty.” He chuckled. “Y’might wanna start coming down, it’s almost time for lunch.” “What’s lunch?” “Sandwiches.”

With that, you came down from the swing and went to the park benches, settling down for lunch. You munched on your lunch, a soft purr emanating from you. “Are you happy?” Kyle asked with a small smile, which grew as you nodded rapidly. “Is it the sandwich or the park that made you happy?”

“Two!” You exclaimed. “Two? You mean both of them make you happy?” Kyle smiled, “Yeah, both.” You replied. “And you.” You quickly added on. “Me? I make you happy?” He pointed to himself, his eyebrows raised. “Yeah!” You affirmed before taking another bite out of your meal.

Kyle smiled with a happy sigh, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “Well, you make me happy too, kitty.”

───♡───────────── End

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[hotmencoreplus]

DOMESTIC 141 + KÖNIG HEADCANONS

Pairings: Captian John Price, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, König x fem!reader (she/her)

Summary: Random headcanons of what TF141 + König are like domestically/ as fathers.

Warnings: Deployment, pure domestic fluff

Word count: 1000+

A/N: Choosing baby genders based on what I can picture more. I appreciate feedback! Let me know what you think :)

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this sideblog @hotmencoreplus for the account, @hotmencore

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

‣ Definitely 1 girl, 1 boy.

‣ Is very big on respect. If either of them disrespect you, shout, or start being bratty, he is right on it.

‣ Got his boy into football at a young age, and is the loudest dad out of them all. He will be shouting to him on the field just like when he barks out orders to rookies.

‣ Always wants to go on fishing trips. Always. I feel like it would be something him and his daughter do more than anyone.

‣ He isn’t big on technology at all. Pretty much just because he just can’t wrap his head around it.

‣ I imagine him keeping up with the new iPhone models, but would not change a thing about them. This man has default everything on his phone (apart from his lock screen of you and the kids).

‣ He is 100% one of them dads that never know what to call airpods.

‣ “What was it he wanted for Christmas? Airbuds? Earpods? iBuds?”

‣ “Airpods, John.”

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

‣ 3 girls. You cannot convince me otherwise. And he definitely secretly hoped for all girls.

‣ When Simon is home from deployment, they go to him for everything.

‣ Nightmares? You will wake up in the morning to find him missing from your bed, only to find him asleep, half hanging off of one of their beds with his arms round them on his chest, snoring loud.

‣ Simon is so usually on edge, though has learnt to zone his girls out when they are arguing.

‣ “Dad, tell her I’m right.”

‣ “Hm?”

‣ He especially zones out when his oldest girl is talking about school drama. He isn’t listening to a word of it, sat on the living room sofa with his head leant back, eyes shut, humming every so often to make it seem like he is following.

‣ I don’t think he ever shouts. Raising his voice for assertiveness? Yes, but he never shouts at his girls. It reminds him of how his dad use to be with him, and the thought of being even a smidge like his dad really scares him.

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

‣ 2 girls.

‣ He aspires for them both to be bestfriends.

‣ He aspires to be their bestfriends. Like he admires them both.

‣ He will never turn down a tea party invitation. Never.

‣ You’ll be cooking dinner, and have no idea where Johnny is. But you hear distant giggles, and follow them up to your daughters’ room. There, you find your military husband sat at a little plastic table, wearing a tiara, clinking tiny cups together with your daughters and their little bears.

‣ “Well it’s nice to see you again Mr. Snuggles. And who is this new gue- oh, hey lass. Wanna join?”

‣ When they start to grow up, he lets them experiment with make up on him.

‣ And seeing your military husband with sparkly pink eyeshadow on and red rosy cheeks really is a sight for sore eyes.

‣ When on deployment, he will tell any and every story of his little girls to anyone that will listen. He loves to show them off.

‣ This ‘anyone’ is usually Ghost.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

‣ 1 boy.

‣ Definitely has a modern style for his kids. He 100% bought him a pair of adorable tiny airforces.

‣ Is his son’s biggest supporter, in everything.

‣ He is big on praise. The biggest softie ever.

‣ Will put up every single painting his son has made. Your fridge is literally covered in paintings, drawings, pretty much anything made by your little boy, will be put up somewhere in the house.

‣ He vlogs literally everything. More than you.

‣ He watches them all when on deployment, missing you both, usually forgetting about sleep so that he can rewatch his little boy’s first steps for the 100th time.

‣ He also big on getting his boy into his own hobbies. Even though he has no awareness to suitable ages.

‣ You’re on the phone with him one night whilst he is away, as he talks to you about what he wants to get your son into.

‣ “When I’m back I’m gonna take us clay shooting. I reckon he’d like it”

‣ “He’s 2 Kyle”

KÖNIG

‣ 1 girl, you cannot argue.

‣ He worships the ground his babygirl walks on.

‣ He will literally do anything for her. And you, of course. But his little girl is the light of his life.

‣ He loves when he is home because he takes every opportunity to dress his little girl. Every single time he does he is internally screaming at the size of the clothes.

‣ Every. Single. Time. He will come home from deployment with a bouquet of flowers for his wife, and pull out a singular flower before he reaches the door to give to his babygirl.

‣ You are definitely the one wearing the trousers in the household, always having to put your foot down. Because there is no way this man could ever say no to his little girl.

‣ Is always taking photos of the both of you. Always. He isn’t often in photos himself, but will never miss an opportunity to take one of either of you.

‣ When he is home and takes care of your daughter whilst you go to work, he will be sending you videos and photos 24/7 as little updates.

‣ I can imagine him being the driest texter on the planet. Like he is a proper dad, will just send a ‘👍’ or one word answers. So these photos and videos will rarely ever have context. He will just send them randomly.

‣ Is completely unaware of suitable bedtimes for kids. You will spend a night out with your friends, and come back in at like 10pm to find him up with your toddler making pancakes.

‣ “König! She should have been in bed at 7pm!”

‣ “Oh”

[3amfanfiction]

My Stories

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This is the list of my current/recent stories. They range from fluffy-sweet, to smutty, to angst. Don't forget to check content warnings and MDNI. Enjoy!

⚫- Dark Fic 🔴- Smut 🟣 - Incest or fauxcest

Call of Duty

Simon Riley x Reader

Simon Finds A Toy - Multi stand-alone stories. Explore your life after you've been kidnapped by a serial killer. Check content warnings. ⚫🔴

Doll and Darling - Multi stand-alone stories. Explore the lives of Doll and Darling who have been kidnapped by Simon and John. Check content warnings. ⚫🔴

Simon Gets Sick - 1.2k Simon gets sick but he won't admit to anything. You decide it's time to get sneaky.

And We Go Again - 4k Simon broke your heart when he left. Is he surprised that you moved on? Why is he showing back up?

Come Sit On My Lap - dad!Simon stops you from heading to a date and has you hang out with him instead. 🔴🟣

What's the worst that could happen - You find a bag of money hidden behind a dumpster. What happens when you take it home? ⚫🔴

Jerking Off - 1.5k dad!simon is jerking off when you walk in on him. 🔴🟣

Dad!Simon - Military Ball - 800 words of jealous dad!simon breeding you. 🔴🟣

Bog Witch!Simon: .9k of introspection about bog witch!Simon

Overstimulated: 3k of pwp. What it says on the tin. 🔴

Kyle Garrick x Reader

It’s Just Dinner - Multi-chaptered, Complete, 8k Kyle asks you to go to dinner with his captain. Check content warnings. ⚫🔴

Johnny MacTavish x Reader

Neighbor Johnny - 2k You have a new neighbor who is insistent on being friendly. 🔴

Alone We Shatter - 7.4k You were lost in the forest when Johnny stumbled across you. He couldn't help you get out but he could take you to his cabin. It's been so long since he's seen another person, don't mind his staring. ⚫🔴

Father MacTavish - 3k Father MacTavish is fed up with you flaunting yourself at every opportunity. He decides it's time for you to be shown how to be properly pious. 🔴

Picture Perfect: After partial memory loss, Captain MacTavish thinks you’re his wandering wife. He’s here to bring you home.

Uncle Johnny: 2k fauxcest, you gift your panties to your Uncle Johnny. 🔴🟣

Ghost!Johnny: multi part blurbs about ghost!johnny who inhabits your house and just realized he can touch you.

Stepbrother!Johnny: 4.5k about your stepbrother bothering while you’re making breakfast. 🔴🟣

Simon Riley x Johnny MacTavish

Johnny's Halloween Costume - 2.2k Johnny is proud of his Halloween costume. It seems Ghost likes it too. 🔴

John Price x Reader

Daddy's Little Girl - 3.1k Dad!Price is at a loss when his sweet daughter is begging for his cock. It's not one of her safe days so what is he to do? 🔴🟣

Multi Parings

Kyle, Johnny and Me Makes Three - 7k You're out dancing one night when a pair of men fall into your orbit. Everything is good until they take you home with them. That's when things start to get a little weird. Kyle x Johnny x Reader ⚫🔴

Our Girlfriend - 7k You've been dating Johnny for 2 months when you say something that makes his head perk up. Poly 141 x reader 🔴

Escaping the Cult: You'd been on the run for years, keeping your head down. Now your past has you pinned to the wall. Ghoap x Reader 🔴

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Rewatch Rambles (tm)

Season 1

The Sea Gate

Not a whole lot of analysis on this one, but it's a fun ep.

Love how Adora is just SO angry at this person for no reason

This show is so gay dude. Glimmer's little bisexual grunt too as she checks their muscles out too asjkdj

This episode is the first ep where shit gets really fucking funny, and jock Adora is my favorite Adora, it’s just butch culture to arm wrestle and I’m glad the crew-ra included it. 

Also Bi disaster Bow my beloved. His mega crush on Sea Hawk means everything to me.

I know we all love Scorpia and she’s the fandom baby and yeah, she’s lovely and gentle and only deserves the best. But like I feel like we really don’t talk enough about how much she disrespects Catra’s boundaries throughout the show ngl. 

Scorpia is one character that I actually like less with every rewatch, and I think it's cause I become more and more empathetic towards Catra with every rewatch as well.

Also calling someone "kitty" as ur first word towards them is insane behavior. It'd be like calling someone baby, and unless you're like... a drag queen and you're doing it ironically, u cant do that to me, nope!

You know what? This might be unpopular but I'm gonna start a new counter : the SBB (Scorpia Boundary Break) specifically in terms of Catra and her bc it really does happen often and imo it gets swept under the rug a bit.

so SBB : 2

I love how Kyle is the only one who respects Catra’s position as Force Captain. Go Kyle tbh

I know this phrase becomes a repeated joke, but it really goes to show that Catra is always at a disadvantage. Shadow Weaver is setting her up for failure and waiting for her to mess up so she can punish her and confirm her bias (which is also projected self-hate.)

Which is to say it's impressive that Catra manages to become second in command DESPITE that. And it's through horrible means, but she was also using the only tools she was given (which weren't much).

Every woman in this freaking show has a crush on She-Ra and I so respect them for it, me too girlies.

Just an outright lie lmao. I sometimes wonder if Sea Hawk is just like... a pathological liar.

Thinks of Season 4

YEP!

sure u do Catra, go pester ur ex intimate-situationship

Scorpia basically attempts straight manslaughter without a second thought. If Sea Hawk hadn’t saved Bow, he would’ve been DISINTEGRATED 

Yum. Finally, some good fucking food (me at any catradora scene)

The way She-Ra is able to carry Catra on the sword effortlessly… lesbianism for real

Catra puts her hand on Adora’s forehead like she did when they were kids. She is pretending she isn’t taking this seriously bc she can't show Adora how much she actually cares about her coming back.

She misses Adora and wants to catch up with her and she also wants Adora to be proud of her, PLEASE.

When Adora doesn't really acknowledge her, her easy smirk falls away.

GIRLLLLLLL when Catra says “it seems like only yesterday (being force captain) was the thing you wanted most in the world. Hasn’t this gone on for long enough?” And Adora’s focus on the sea gate wavers bc it’s Catra she wanted in reality. 

"Cupping your enemy's face when you're fighting is a good strategy right? asking for a friend." - Catra, probably

Catra always takes Adora leaving the horde personally. She always turns to attack when Adora says she’s not going back, and she says “this is what you left ME for?” Her identity is so entrenched in her environment. Again, BPD behavior. Catra doesn't really have an identity without Adora, and now that Adora is gone, the only thing left for her to cling to is her environment. It's not safe, but it's familiar.

I also like how in this whole interaction, you can see how Catra is trying to imitate SW's tactics. She tries to appeal to Adora with their shared past and past goals, she insults her, and when that doesn't work, she attacks.

Literally not necessary to whisper in Adora's ear like this but pop off.

I also really like how Catra's nose is always shaded like this to imitate a cat nose seen from the side.

My soaked, sad blorbo, look at her little face in the first one, PLEASE. She is so upset Adora won't go with her.

I love the visual of Catra being dragged by Scorpia in the water but she can’t stop looking at Adora bc she can’t focus on new relationships while she’s mourning Adora’s loss.