#yeah bird kyle started this

[mrswagtastic]

NGL kinda wish people focused less on Kyle being the "grrr angry" one and more on his other traits because he is actually SUCH an interesting character. Like his need to constantly be liked? How when he does anything bad, he has to constantly justify it desperately to himself? The need to be the most moral person, and so hanging out with Cartman because it ensures he's AT LEAST better than him? The superiority and inferiority complex? PLEASE THERES SO MUCH HERE

[homeofthelonelywriter]

gamer!Ghost x f!gamer!reader | Previous Part

The smell of cheap ale and smoke immediately filled your nostrils as you walked inside the bar. Simon’s hand remained on the small of your back as he confidently led you towards the back corner, only pausing to greet the bartender and order his usual, as well as your drink of choice. Then, the pair of you continued to the corner, where you quickly saw a booth with three individuals already sitting there.

The first one that caught your attention was the loud one. From what Simon told you, you knew that that was Johnny, easily identifiable by his mohawk. He was laughing at something the man next to him said. That must’ve been Kyle, his effortless beauty catching you off guard, even though Simon had warned you. And the last one, an older man with a beard and hat, was John, the Captain and de facto leader of the group.

He was also the first to notice you approaching, a small smile pulling on his lips as he caught the attention of the other two, telling them to quiet down. They too quickly looked in your direction, Kyle smiling softly, while Johnny’s lips pulled into a grin, before he turned back to Kyle. “Ye owe me twenty, pal.”

A light blush dusted your cheeks as you watched Kyle pull out his wallet and slap twenty pounds onto Johnny’s hand. “Did ya muppets really bet?” Your head swiveled as you looked up at Simon, who glared at the two, although it didn’t hold any malice. “’Course they did. Bloody idiots.” The Captain, who until now had stayed silent, spoke up, before looking at you, this time fully smiling. “’m John, dear. Nice to meet you.” You watched as he got to his feet with a quiet groan and held out his hand. With a quiet introduction of yourself, you shook it, smiling back at him.

The other two also quickly introduced themselves before Simon gestured for you to slide into the booth, while he sat on the outside, his arm around your waist, keeping you close. Before you knew it, the bartender brought over your drinks, and you quickly took a large sip, trying to dampen your nervousness. While John and Kyle were perfectly polite, you constantly felt Johnny’s eyes on you, and if you were honest, it unnerved you slightly.

Simon quickly noticed you fidgeting in your seat, as well as noticed the problem, sending a kick to Johnny’s shin under the table. A light chuckle left you as you watched him wince, while Simon just looked down at you, just happy to have made you smile.

“So…how did Simon manage to get a pretty bird like you?” Your eyes switched to John, and you couldn’t help but smile shyly, the blush on your cheeks intensifying. As if to ask for permission to tell them the story, you looked up at Simon, who just nodded with a smile, before pressing a quick kiss to your head. Then you turned back to the Captain.

“We met while playing online, and…stayed in contact after.” Kyle smiled and nodded, while Johnny just looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a smile. “That’s it? C'moan, spill th' beans!” You chuckled, glancing down at your lap. Simon gently squeezing your waist made you look back up again.

“Well…I knew of him before our meeting, of course. And honestly, I couldn’t quite believe my luck, especially when he sent me his Discord name. But yeah…I messaged him a few days later, and we continued to game. And after he came back from his last deployment, we talked, and he explained everything.” You felt Simon’s lips pressed against your head again and smiled.

Johnny still didn’t seem satisfied, but before he could inquire even further, John’s phone started ringing. The moment the boys heard the ringtone, their faces fell, and Simon instinctively pulled you closer against him.

With a sigh, John stood up and walked out of the building, before picking up. Confusion filled you as you looked around the table, all the faces grim. “Wha-What’s going on?” Kyle sighed, a sad smile on his face. “That ringtone…it usually means that there is a new mission.” Your eyes widened as you looked up at Simon, your mouth forming a silent ‘o’, even as dread formed in your chest. Before you could say something, John walked back in, placing cash down at the bar, while walking back to the table.

“Let’s call it a night. We’re leaving tomorrow morning, and we should be sober for it.” The boys nodded, and Simon quickly started to scoot out of the booth, pulling you with him.

After quickly bidding goodbye to the others, he led you out of the bar and to his truck, opening the door for you and helping you in, before getting into the driver’s seat himself. For a few moments, you just sat there in silence, the dread turning into panic. “Si…” He turned to you, a sad and tired smile on his lips. “I’m sorry, love. Didn’t think we’d get another one so soon.”

You shook your head and reached over, gently cupping his cheek. “Don’t…it’s not your fault. Let’s just go home, yeah? We can talk there.” You watched as he leaned into your touch, a quiet sigh leaving his lips before he nodded and started the engine, his hand resting on your thigh the entire drive back to his house. Once there, he once again opened your door before leading you inside.

Quietly, but side by side, you went through the motions, completing your evening rituals. By the end, you found yourself sitting on the counter in the bathroom and watching as he brushed his teeth. Your eyes scanned over every single detail on his face, trying to burn it into your memory. Anxiety was clawing at your chest when you finally spoke up.

“You’ll come back, right?” Simon stopped and looked over at you before quickly rinsing his mouth and putting everything down. “Of course I will, love.” He stepped between your legs, his hands slowly stroking up and down your thighs.

You couldn’t look at him as you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap. “Hey…” With rough fingers, he gently grabbed your chin and tilted it up so you were looking up at him. “Don’t worry. Nothing will keep me from you, I promise.” You slowly nodded, leaning against his chest, as his arms wrapped around your waist.

The two of you stayed like that for a while before you spoke up again. “Si…can…can you make me yours?”

Next Part

A/N: After smut comes angst. Also, just a warning: I am not sure if the next parts will be on time, since I have to hand in my bachelor's thesis in a week! And I'm not sure how much time I'll have to write, but I'll keep you all up to date! <3

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[caffieneaddictt18]

Imagine... you're pulling up to the gas station/petrol station. You (somehow) convince them that it's okay for you to pump your own gas/petrol. You get out, you pay at the pump, get the nozzle in the hole, and now you gotta wait... but you're bored and you've noticed that your windshield looks a little dirty, so you pick up the windshield cleaner and start cleaning all your windows because the pollen this year has been terrible. As you are cleaning your back windshield, a car passes by and you get catcalled... here's how I think the 141 boys would react:

Simon hears this and smirks a little. He knows he got a baddie. He knows you are hot as shit. But you are also his. And only his.

So he puts on a mask. Not a surgical mask like he usually wears, not just the balaclava... the mask. The one he doesn't like wearing when he's at home. He doesn't wanna scare his bird. But he puts it on and gets out before you can stop him.

Some "Simon, darling, this is really not necessary-" "Luv, stop." type ahh shit. This hulking monster in a hot ass outfit that looks vaguely military-esque but not his fatigues and lacking the usual gear, but just as initimidating, gets out and stares at the boys in the car as they slowly pass, as if them driving slower will somehow keep them from Simon's hard stare. The same stare that sends his enemies running for the hills… if they aren’t dead yet.

This man is using your car as an arm rest, leaning forward. You know when your mom/dad/parent or whoever get's really mad and puts there hands together and lean forward like 'Now listen here, Jimothy-'. Same vibe. SAME. VIBE. I AM NOT STUTTERING.

And he just stares at them as they pass before hurriedly (definitely speeding) away.

"Simon, darling, you didn't have to do that." You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him from the side.

"I gotta make sure everyone knows your mine. Everyone, pretty bird." And he smacks your ass lightly as a pat for you to get back in the car, passenger seat, where you belong.

(a.k.a. Simon didn't like it and now you never pump your own gas again.)

Johnny has the same reaction as Simon. Initially, at least. He knows you’re a hottie and he’s happy that other people know it too.

Johnny does realize something though… You are pumping gas… by yourself. While he stays in the ca- Yeah, that won’t do, not even a little bit.

So he gets out of the vehicle in his tight jeans that accentuate his thighs and wonderful ass, and a too-tight t-shirt that strains against his pecs and is tight around the arms, and he immediately takes the pump from you. Gently! He doesn’t want to waste petrol… He sets it locked so it continues to pump until the meter notices and automatically stops the flow.

Then… he spins you around, pressing you against the car and kisses you. Not gently, like a Nicholas Sparks movie. More like he’s trying to eat your face off. One of his hands is caressing the back of your head to make sure it doesn’t hit on the car while the other holds you by the back of the neck, keeping you close.

When you part, he is the first to speak, “I would say I’m sorry, bonnie, but I think we both know that’d be a lie.”

You don’t even catch the tail end of the boys’ car. But Soap does. And while at home, he may be ‘Johnny’, to protect his girl, he’ll be Soap too. And Soap remembers their license plate, and make and model of said car.

“Now get in there, where you belong, lass.” Johnny directs you to the passenger seat he was occupying, a hand in your back pocket. Don’t worry… you get an ass-pat too.

Kyle is immediately worried. He is upset for your sake, but he understands that his anger may not be what you need right now. So he gets out and wordlessly takes the pump from you, gently.

“How about I finish pumping the petrol, love?” His request was more rhetorical than his captain giving him an order posed like a question. He locks the petrol pump in place before gently guiding you to the passenger seat of the car, where you don’t have to worry about paying for your own petrol, pumping it, or any more filthy boys.

His ideal is coming to life: a woman that is protected and loved thoroughly by him.

He does promise a private show when you get home, a shirtless Kyle cleaning the car (ohshitimdrooling-)

That doesn't mean he hasn't already texted his captain about some 'plans' for the night... he might need help if it's more than one boy.

Now... John... I have no idea how you managed to convince him to let you pump the petrol. But you do. Somehow. Maybe it was the puppy eyes, maybe it was the pouty lip, maybe it was the promise of giving him head when you get home. The world may never know.

But you can bet your ass that as soon as he hears that first note, he gets out, slamming the car door shut, and takes the cleaning stick away from you.

"Love, I just remembered that you pumped the petrol last time." Lie. "How about I do it?" He gently guides you back to the passenger seat, and opens the door for you, letting you slide in, and closing the door behind you (maybe a bit more forcefully than he has to). He walks to the dip station and puts the cleaning stick in the solution, catching the plate number of the car.

Cause no one treats his pretty baby like that and gets away with it.

"Simon. You busy tonight?"

Hey guys! I'm sorry Kyle's is so short. I just felt like his would be so straightforward and dealt with, you'd barely recognize that he did anything at all. Anywho- GAZ LOVE! PEW

[beloveds-embrace]

☕ anon here

Hear me out. Quiet duchess with highly specialized interests that she can't shut up about. Maybe Kyle or Simon accompanies her on a walk outside and she spots a butterfly species like the black swallowtail and starts yapping happily about how the bright colors are supposed to help ward off predators or something, and how to tell the difference between male and female. And then goes on to talk about the differences between butterflies and moths, how they're all lepidopterans but vastly different, etc. And they're just absolutely SHOCKED about how much information spews out of duchess because it's the most excited anyone has ever seen her, to the point of almost concern.

It doesn't even have to be insects like that, it could be plants. Or jewelry. Gems and minerals. Or maybe even a big oral essay on her favorite character from a book series and why they're her favorite character because of XYZ intricacies. Hyper invested duchess my beloved 💖

YES YES YES YES

It had started as a quiet walk. Simon wasn’t much for conversation, and you had always been comfortable in silence. It was a mutually agreeable arrangement- one that allowed you both to enjoy the crisp morning air without the exhausting expectation of small talk.

And then you saw the butterfly.

It had fluttered past, landing delicately on a nearby shrub, its vibrant wings a striking contrast against the greenery. Without thinking, you had stepped forward, tilting your head as you observed it with growing excitement.

“Oh!”

Simon barely had a moment to register the shift before words- so many words- came spilling out of you.

“That’s a Red Admiral! You can tell by the bright orange bands along the wings- see? They’re warning colors, meant to deter predators. Some butterflies mimic toxic species for protection, but these ones are actually unpalatable to birds!”

Simon blinked.

You turned to him suddenly, eyes bright, gesturing toward the butterfly with enthusiasm he had never seen from you before.

“Did you know you can tell the difference between males and females just by looking at their forewings? Males have these little scent scales they use to attract mates- oh! And butterflies and moths, even though they’re both lepidopterans, are so different! Butterflies have clubbed antennae, while moths have feathery or filamentous ones! And their resting positions- moths keep their wings flat or tented, but butterflies close theirs!”

You were still talking- excitedly- and Simon was still staring.

Not because he wasn’t interested. No, he was listening, genuinely- but mostly because he had never seen you like this before.

Ever.

Their quiet, reserved duchess- the same woman who could sit in silence for hours, who struggled to speak even a handful of words in company- was rattling off information faster than he could process.

And you were beaming.

Simon had seen many things in his life. He had braved battlefields, faced horrors beyond reckoning. But this was entirely foreign to him.

He wasn’t sure what to do with it.

So, he did what he could.

“You like butterflies, then, Duchess?” He rumbled, still watching you as though you had sprouted wings yourself. The prettiest, loveliest of wings.

You paused, your excitement faltering slightly, as if only just realizing how much you had said. You folded your hands together, gaze lowering, a hint of shyness creeping back into your posture.

“I… yes,” you admitted, quieter now. “I like entomology in general, but butterflies are… lovely, aren’t they?”

Simon exhaled through his nose, a huff of something like amusement.

“Yeah, love,” he murmured, glancing at the butterfly still perched nearby, and then glancing right back at you. “They are.”

He didn’t need to say the rest of his words, and you pretended like you couldn’t feel the warmth creeping up your neck.

[lustjunkiie]

1. I think it's so cute that we can call you Mrs. Beth.

2. It's getting warmer out, and I can't stop thinking about the 141 finding out their girl wearing a sundress or skirt without panties... I feel like Simon and John would be freaks about this. (In a good way)

Yes! I am Mrs. Beth <3 Here for all your fanfic needs.

As a Texan girl, I love me some hot weather.

And I’m starting to think the boys would love it just as much as I do.

TF!141 (Individually) x Fem!Reader, Mentions of pregnancy, mentions of public / bathroom / work intercourse! (I think that’s it).

SIMON:

Simon doesn’t think much of the dress at first, just sees you bringing him ice water while he works shirtless in the back garden, picking at weeds and tidying up the area for the little one you’re both expecting.

“Mm, thanks, luvvie,” he sighs, sipping the water and handing it back to you before explaining what he’s been doing to the yard and how he eventually wants to arrange it for the baby.

Then, the wind catches, and you yelp a bit, frantically moving to pin your dress down to your thighs — escaping the cold breeze. He raises an eyebrow, whatever gardening tool in his hand is long forgotten.

He steps forward, hand traveling down the side hem of your dress until he reaches the hem, dipping under it to discover that this dress is all you have on. He takes a deep breath, his head momentarily lulling back as he thinks.

“Get in the house.” He demands softly, his voice rough with promise.

JOHNNY:

Now, with Johnny, (and maybe Kyle a little bit but we’ll expand on that soon), I feel like he already knows. It’s a power thing. Especially if you work with him, and you guys have a little affair on the side.

“Ye ain’t wearin nun under yer civvies, are ye?” He’ll text you a few hours before a night at the bar with the team, causing you to bite your lip and roll your eyes. But you comply, wearing a tight dress with nothing under. And when he sneaks you two away to the seedy bar bathroom, he’s grinning like he won the lottery.

And to him? He did. With you.

KYLE:

I feel like Kyle is secretly a freak. Like shibari with ribbons and lace kinda freak. So he buys your lingerie, and asks you to wear it on y’all’s date tonight. Thinking it’s an innocuous enough request, yeah? He just wants to see his baby in something frilly and pink.

But, to his surprise, he feels you up at the dinner table (freak) only to discover there is nothing there. And, while it’s hard to catch a vigilant man like Kyle off-guard, he is stunned for a long second. As you innocently smile at him and usher the waiter over for another drink.

It’s a miracle he didn’t pay then and get everything to-go, truthfully — while he sat there with his fist bunched against his jeans and his cock twitching against his zipper.

JOHN:

John is an old dog, with not many new tricks. Not saying he’s vanilla by any means, but he knows what he enjoys and he doesn’t really think much to expand outside of that. Until you.

He’s at work, buried in paperwork and contemplating a career change when his lovely bird strolls in through his office door — and his shoulders feel lighter. He feels like he can breathe again. Gestures for you to sit on his lap, and he doesn’t notice anything at first. Until you two get to kissin’ and bumpin’ and grindin’ and he feels a wet spot form on his pants.

Finally, he checks to see. No fucking underwear. For a moment, his brain is fried. He almost asks if you forgot to do laundry until you snicker softly at his face of realization, and then he understands what’s happening.

“Mm, naughty bird,” he laughs gruffly as he grips the fat of your ass, “you know I love easy access,” he teases, grinning against your lips.

author’s note! i am back! trying my best to hack away at some asks and such. love you all.

[lemonmaid]

I see a lot of hybrid AUs for Task Force 141! And it makes me wonder if we can continue world building for it PLEASSE

Like example, owning a hybrid is now illegal, since most hybrids are acually intelligent enough to acually think for themselves (wow! Amazing!).

Do you think there is a hierarchy based on hybrids?

Like, exotic hybrids (Tigers, Birds, Nagas) have the most respect, like humans were "Yeah! Those guys shouldn't have to have owners to go outside!"

But hybrids like dogs, cats are still treated like "ohhh who's a good puppy!!!"

Then you have bunnies and cow hybrids that have been over-sexualized to the point where there is still derogatory and pressure to still join these industries that push horrible norms.

Anyways, I'm getting carry away. (In all honesty I make this a series because I'm too invested in this world building i made)

IMAGINE

Poly task force x Dog Hybrid! Reader

Imagine just walking in the park with your boyfriends (or mates. Whatever your instinct say) and your new pup (2 months!!).

Imagine just enjoying their company and the sun, since it's the first time you've been out of the house since the hard labor. And some fuck ass old person comes up.

"Aww what adorable puppy you have!! Even more a beautiful breed of dog you have!!" que their fuck ass hand trying to touch your ears.

Simon immediately interfering, doesn't care about this person age, grabbing their arm before entering your personal space.

Price and Kyle immediately ushering you and the pup away, that's enough sunshine for today and social interaction.

Johnny immediately asks how you feel, checking on the pup. (I kinda headcanon that Johnny is like a quarter hybrid, doesn't have the ears or tail but has the intelligence. Like heightened hearing, smell, taste).

Continuous of worlding building, let's say hybrid ownership ended before you were born or John even.

The after-effects are style lingering, because for the most part, your parents will go on to tell you that they were separated from their parents when they were seven to go be lap dogs or even police hybrids. You didn't even meet your own grandparents untill 15 since due to DNA testing, your parents were able to reconnect with their own parents. Resulting in pack scenting and a two week long vist.

Let's say you joined the military due to your parent's background as police dogs, you got that good nose.

You got trained to be a bomb detection unit with alot of other hybrids. That's where you ment Johnny.

In all honesty. You could say working in the military is were no one saw you as a hybrid but as you.

Anyways, again there is alot to explore with this world building.

Johnny introduced you to his "pack-mates". Ghost immediately is smitten by you, having a soft spot for dog hybrids. Kyle, thought you were great company, funny, charismatic, overall an amazing person to be around with. He started carrying snacks for you with the excuse "hybrids need to eat more because of the extra energy they need", nah he just like seeing your eyes lit up when he open a treat bag. Price immediately saw your useful skill set, started making calls to get you on his task force. Made the argument for "inclusivity".

After a missin going wrong, resulting in Johnny and you almost dying. Task force decided to retire together when their contacts were up.

Immediately after buying a home together, Johnny begged you for pup, using the excuse that he had a big family and wants one again.

His special skill set is puppy eyes.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Hiya, can I please request Price eating girlfriend black!reader’s food for the first time and having his mind blown because he has never tasted delicious seasoned food in his life

I never understood why British food looks that way. But yeah, this is my favorite genre of tiktok videos, British people trying American food or soul food. Side note, for most British people, they think a 45 min drive is too far away, lol.

Title: Just throwing something on the grill.

Pairing: J. Price x black!reader (ft those muppets)

CW: none fluff

The house smelt like heaven on this Saturday afternoon. You had spent last night making deviled eggs and prepping most of the dishes you wanted to share with your new boyfriend and his team. Under a glass cake stand was a hummingbird cake, in the fridge a pan of banana pudding, and an array of jello shots right next to it. It took some doing, but a family member was able to send you three jars of moonshine (all different flavors), and for your loving boyfriend, a bottle of real Tennessee Jack Daniel's. (You also had them send you two bottles of MD 20/20 for Johnny's and Kyle's enjoyment. Seemed like the right thing to do.)

The oven is packed with macaroni and cheese, and one of two skillets you own filled with corn bread, all to be kept warm. Two burners on the stove have a pot of greens and a pot BBQ beans (you didn't make either too spicy, afraid you might kill these English men). Out on the grill on the patio are where your ribs and chicken are done cooking (it took forever to find your fathers BBQ sauce recipe that was packed away. You only hope you did it right).

In your opinion, it wasn't much. It was just you throwing something on the grill because the weather was nice, and your boyfriend of three months was back from a two month mission overseas. The conversation earlier in the week went like.

You: Let's throw something on the grill to celebrate you and the guys coming home safely.

John: sure hun. I'll cook-

You: Nah 😲, I got it.

John pulled his truck into the driveway of his girlfriend's place. The forty-five minute drive was ridiculous, and he couldn't imagine his sweet girl doing this every day to get to base.

"Your girl is mental." Kyle said with a grumble, "forty-five minute commute both ways Monday to Friday? Just for work at the base? Why doesn't she just move closer?"

John shrugged his shoulders, "She said when she lived in the States, her commute was an hour and a half with traffic. To her forty-five minutes is a reasonable commute." He doesn't mention that on your first date when he brought you home, he fussed at you about how 'Love you should value your time more'.

Kyle balked at the idea of a ninety minute drive going anywhere that wasn't a week long holiday.

"I don't see why we have to stay the night." Simon isn't happy with the drive, and he isn't happy that he can't be allowed to be antisocial and left alone.

"Cause, it's a forty-five minute drive an' Price's bird asked us tae stay!" Johnny wasted no time hopping out of the truck.

You swing open the front door and run outside to greet John. Crashing into him, arms wrapping around his neck while you pressed several kisses all over his face. "You're just in time!" You shout.

"Glad to see you too." His hug was tight, and he sighed deeply at the feeling of you in his arms.

"Come on, I got my brother to send over some things for you to try!" You start to drag him towards the house.

When John sees the actual amount of food set out on the kitchen island, he stares. When you mention 'throwing something on the grill,' he wasn't expecting enough food to feed an army. "Babe?"

You wasted no time bringing out paper plates, "Come on, I want you to try a bit of everything!" You look at Kyle "can you open the fridge and grab jello shots?"

Simon as surprised as he is, was peeping into one of the pots on the stove. Intrigued by what he was seeing, "What's the leaves in the pot?" He asks.

"Collards." You say, "You'll like them. They aren't too spicy."

By this time, Johnny has already slurped up two jello shots and is looking at the jars of moonshine. A big fat grin on his face "How long ye been plann' this?"

And a reaction is certainly recorded.

The plate you made for John is handed to him, "Since you all shipped out. Come on, don't want the food to get cold!" Your excitement is barely contained, and when the guys are all at the table, you have your phone out ready to record each reaction.

It starts with Johnny first. He's laughing saying "Lass it doesn't count as a vegetable if there's meat in it." (That statement earns a glare from John, because respect his girl's cooking.)

All laughter is gone, though, and it's silent at your dinner table. Kyle nods his head once and continues eating "Not sure what I was expecting but I'm hooked now I guess."

Johnny isn't saying much and is practically inhaling his food. The macaroni didn't stand a chance, really. He swallows his food and says something that's barely intelligible. You catch the words "Bonnie. Price. You and share."

Simon's cheeks are a bit red after eating the beans. A thin shine of sweat on him, but he continues nonetheless. Maybe you used too much spice?

As for your darling John, he was smiling and pressed a kiss to your cheek. His own cheeks that could be seen just past his facial hair was a cute pink. "Love this is great. A bit heavy on the pepper."

"I didn't use a lot of pepper hun." You laugh.

John only hummed and looked over at Johnny, "and no, I'm not sharing my girlfriend." Only for Johnny to pout and try speaking over a mouth full of food.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·Extra·໒꒱ ────── · ·

It's been two hours, and everyone has helped you pack up the food and clean the kitchen. You brought out the alcohol for the guys to try.

"So John, I got the Tennessee Jack Daniel's for you to try. Oh, and Simon, don't drink the clear moonshine straight, I have a mixer for that." You say as you line up the shot glasses.

"MD 20/20?" Kyle says, "Why is it fluorescent blue?"

John is sitting at the island reading the label of the Jack Daniel's. "Is there a difference with Tennessee Whisky?"

"It's made in Tennessee, love." You simply explain. Just as you turn around, you shout at Johnny, "Boy, wait! Don't take that to the head!" You watch in horror as Johnny downs half of his bottle.

"Ach, pure ethanol I reckon!" He laughs, "but it's good."

"Johnny you're about to have a bad time." You sigh.

Not even twenty minutes later Johnny and Kyle are off their rockers. Simon has been quietly staring at the wall (he didn't listen when you explained that moonshine is a sipping drink). And your darling John Price is happy that he won't be driving forty-five minutes anywhere because as you explained.

"Love you being tired after eating is fine. It's called the Itis."

"The what?"

"Never mind, John."

End.

[lostintransist]

Seamstress | Part 4

Part 1 here. AO3

John lets the men simmer for two days. Mostly he lets their trip to his seamstress ride to see if they brought it up to him. They didn’t. Guess he would be playing this the sly way.

“Found an old quilt from my grandmother when cleaning out my mum’s house last leave.”

Johnny’s brain sparked on the word association just as John hoped it would.

“Found out I can get my family kilts fixed up and preserved. Met a pretty lass who runs a shop that said it was a possibility.”

“Oh?” John folded his arms across his chest, encouraging Johnny to go on by tilting his head in interest.

“Yeah, pretty bird, kicked us out when we started asking about-”

He cut himself off pretty quick but John gave him a small scary smile.

“Asking about who, Johnny?”

Johnny started to back up, hands raised as he babbled his excuses.

“Finish your excuses and go get the guys.”

Johnny turned tail and fled from the room. His muppets filed in the room, Johnny getting forced by the neck by Simon who glared down at him. Must have wanted to keep this a secret. Should have known better than to tell Johnny. The man couldn’t keep a non-life-threatening secret to save anyone’s life. Kyle and Gary slid in after the duo.

“Muppets. You will leave my seamstress well enough alone or I will make it a problem for you.”

“So she is yours?” Gary piped up from the side.

Shooting him a glare John continued.

“I am grown enough to not explain myself to the lot of you, but if I get a call again about any of you bothering her I will make it everyone’s problem.”

Kyle smirked and spoke out one side of his mouth.

“Seems like Price can’t get a date.”

“Kyle I swear to my god and yours I will make you disappear if you keep it up. If your clothes go missing, just know they will be back. Now get out of here the lot of you.”

His men shared smiles and eye contact.

They hustled from the room when he picked up his blackened coffee mug to throw at one of them.

“Fucking muppets going to send me to an early grave. I don’t even have her phone number yet,” he mumbled to himself as the back of them disappeared.

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You think about John far more often than you should. He is a customer. Yes, he sleeps in your chairs and smiles at you in a way that pulls his cheeks to the moon, and yes he makes your heart flutter the tiniest bit but, but he is a customer who has never shown interest and you refuse to make someone feel uncomfortable in your shop. Your shop was a safe space, for everyone. Your flags are on clear display, so many, many flags, made sure of it.

He stepped through your thoughts carelessly. When you were wandering a superstore you somehow ended up in the camping section. A clearance foldable cot caught your eye and left the store with you. You maneuvered it into your tiny car and into the shop without allowing yourself to question why you had bought it.

John appeared two mornings following your purchase. You smile, wider than you should, at him.

“Hi John, welcome back! Got anything new and interesting for me today?”

Did you sound too chipper?

“Nothing crazy, one of my men needs a mask fixed.”

“Do you always bring in their items? I hope they are paying you at least,” you joke as you take the offered mask.

Spreading it on the counter you look it over, a tear over one ear and one from the eye portion. Both are decently easy fixes but would require your ring light and some time with a hand needle.

Looking up you offer John another smile. Fuck, can you keep the smiles to a minimum? He is going to think you are weird and then stop coming by.

“This shouldn’t take terribly long, I would say maybe an hour?”

John knocked one knuckle against the counter as he nodded. With both hands on the armrests, you remembered the cot in the back.

“Oh, John!”

He paused, ass halfway lowered into the seat.

“I..uh..” you stammer to a stop, unsure of how your words might be received.

“Yes?” He lifts a single brow at you, body not shaking as he waits.

Tucking one arm to your chest and the other to your mouth you speak from behind it.

“I found a cot. I brought it to the shop for you to use if you wanted?”

The words rush out of you, mumbled by your hand, and the speed by which you hurl them.

John stands, moving to stand next to the counter where the floor changes, noting the difference in customer space vs working space.

“What was that dove?”

Tightening your lips before biting the inside of your cheek you force yourself to say your words again. Slower, clearer you speak.

“I have a cot for you. In the back, so that you can sleep.”

His face goes blank as he blinks at you.

He looked a bit like a 404 code in the flesh.

A small smile breaks across his face as color spreads up his cheeks.

“For me?”

“Well,” you tighten both arms around your middle as you reply. “No one else seems to pay me for the privilege of sleeping in my shop, so yes?”

John rubs the back of his neck with one hand.

You awkwardly stare at him. What do you even say now? Do you invite him to lie down? No that sounded weird.

“Do you-”

“Why don-”

You both started and stopped at hearing the other’s voice.

Spinning on your heel you turned towards the storage room, confident John would follow. Popping the door open you can do nothing more than point to the cot, still covered in tape from the store.

John slides by you, chest brushing your arm and shoulder as he does. If you have to fight back the urge to take a bite? Well, he would never need to know.

“I can set it up for you if you don’t mind?” John looks back over his shoulder at you.

Knowing you are beet red you can only nod.

“I bought it for you but didn’t get a chance to,” you gesture at it as if your vague motion will explain all your thoughts.

John’s smile, eyes crinkling and shoulders softening, melted your heart.

“I’ll take care of it and then take a good nap. My men have started to comment that I am nicer to them after I get a nap here.” He knelt, pulling out a pocket knife and slicing open the package.

“Your men?” You lean against the door frame, unabashedly watching. “What is it you do for work John?”

“Special forces, I’m a captain. I lead a group of myself and four other men.”

“Well, that would explain a lot of the smells.”

He looks up at you, brow cocked.

“Smells?”

“Like fire, gunpowder, sweat, sometimes fear.”

“You get a lot of smell knowledge here?”

“I get a lot of everything here,” you shrug, unable to articulate how no matter how clean a piece of cloth some lingering smells clung.

John turns back to his task. You spend far, far too long watching him. The way his shoulders dip and arms change shape as he uses them. When the cot is built and John stands he turns and catches sight of you, you give a panicked smile and flee for the counter where you had left the mask.

Slamming your body into your chair you turned on your ring light, pulled your black thread, and focused diligently on fixing the holes you had been asked to address. John did not reappear for nearly an hour. You had finished the mask sooner than that but had not yet found the fortitude to go and wake him.

The creases on his face matched the lines on the shoulder of his shirt, and the slight drool stain.

“Right on time?”

You smile and nod.

“Well let’s settle up and I will find a reason to be back in a few days.” John returns to the customer side of the counter, sure of himself and you.

“You don’t have to pay me to come nap if that is all you need,” you start.

He cuts you off with a wave of his hand.

“My men are hard on clothes. If I can get you some business I feel less bad about using you for some shut-eye.”

Supposing you had to accept that answer you unlock your tablet and complete the transaction.

Once his card clears you pass over the mask.

“You’re jewelry box should be done by Christmas.”

He drops the statement as if he forgot to bring it up until now.

“Christmas should be fine, I don’t have many plans though I will be out of town the week of Christmas proper. I will be visiting my grandmother.” Paternal grandmother since your mother was not allowed to visit, but no need to mention that.

“We will have to find some time to ensure I can get you the gift then,” he smiled as he said it.

“I told you I would pay for it John,” you chide.

With a shrug, he tucked the mask into his pocket and stepped back from the counter.

“Can’t pay me for a Christmas present dove.”

With that, he waved and pushed through the front door.

“The hell I can’t,” you spoke to the empty shop.

Part 3 | Part 5

Masterlist

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

FICMAS - DAY 12 - WRAPPING PRESENTS

Title: Presents with Price

Synopsis: John and you take a small... break from wrapping presents.

Warnings: This is uh.. smut :) other than that, nothing much other than mentions of Johnny having chemical burns (because he's a bomb tech, it's kind of realistic I reckon) oh and like mild voyuerism but nothing much lol. Also female anatomy + fem praise (atta girl) and a spank because The Missus don't write no smut without spanking

AN: god I love writing smut for this man oh uhhhh and merry Christmas :)

You're sat across from John, genuinely trying to focus but he's looking scrumptious in those flannel pants and low cut shirt. 

"How many left to wrap?" You ask, slightly breathless, currently working on Simon's gift, wrapping carefully.

"Got Kyle's, Kate's, and then I think we're good," he responds, glancing back up at you before looking down at whatever he's wrapping. 

You sigh, snipping with the scissors the wrapping paper, folding it up carefully. You aren't really... Focused, though. You're looking at his hands.

He watches you with a small chuckle, already finished with whatever he's wrapping.

"Johnny said 'e wants us t'wrap his gifts for Kyle, Kate, and Sim'n. Says 'is 'ands are real bad after the mission--chemical burns and the like," he mutters out, tilting his head as he watches you, flustered to be caught staring, trying to wrap with shakey little hands.

"Copy that," you mutter, setting the gift aside, grabbing the next one to start wrapping.

He lets out a soft hum, "'Ow 'bout whenever you're done with all that we take a little break, hm?" He offers, patting his thigh with one of those deliciously meaty hands.

You nod, squeaking slightly, "Yeah.. little break would b'nice."

You start to wrap a little quicker, fumbling slightly. He chuckles, watching how flustered you are. Once that present is done, he opens his arms, welcoming you with that smile.

He sets you down in his lap, plopping you down and wrapping his arms around you. He kisses from your jaw down your neck, placing little nips and kisses and licks, teasing you.

"J-John.." you mumble, shutting your eyes and putting both your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself upright.

"Yes, lovie?" He responds with a smirk.

"Y-ou're such a damn-" you're cut off by him sinking his teeth into the crook of your neck, sucking down and making you let out a gasp.

"I'm a what?" He asks, smirking as he goes back to just gentle, feathery kisses.

"A d-damn tease.." you whisper, taking a deep breath to try to hold yourself together. By now one of his hands is rubbing up and down your side, before it goes down to your thighs, rubbing up and down again.

"A damn tease? I'm teasin' ya, love?" He murmurs, finding another spot to suck on your neck. You gasp out, his hand finding your cunt.

You let out a tiny moan as his hand slips into your slick little slit, "Ya dirtry bird, 'uh? S'wet.. just from starin' a' me..." he growls into your ear with that smoky vibrato.

You nod, embarrassed, and your cheeks flush as he teases your clit, making you groan out.

He hears this little gaspy "Juh- John!" come from your lips, and that makes all his control slip.

He can't help but push all the presents and supplies and wrapping paper away, getting you on your hands and knees, slapping your ass after pulling your pajama pants down and those lacey little "panties" down, though he can hardly consider them anything when they leave *so little* to the imagination.

"Gonna pu' it in, yeah?" He says, kneeling behind you and starting to get undressed. He gets his pants off, his stomach slightly exposed, and then pulls his boxers off.

He teases his shaft up and down the crease from the very top of your ass to where your labia ends, making you shudder and mewl, embarrassed to be spread out somewhere so... public.

"Y-you're gonna wake someone u-" you try protesting, you really do, but then he slams his cock directly down into you, bottoming out in *seconds.*

It makes your elbows go weak, your back arch, those pretty eyes John loves to stare at go back, rolling into the sockets. You feel that *entire* girth that he's been working to get you to comfortably take all sheathed inside you at one and you can't help it, you let out a loud moan.

So, John covers your mouth with his hand, leaning down and kissing your shoulder, "Break's gotta be quie', birdie. You'll wake someone up," he taunt.

You nod, desperate, and it makes John chuckle and shake his head, kissing down your shoulder to the centre of your back, "Arse up in the air, atta girl.." he mumbles, making you arch your back into his length as much as you can.

He rubs up and down your back, making slow, easing thrusts into you. By now, his hand has been removed from your mouth because you're *already* cockdrunk on him because of how girthy and patronising he can be.

"S'pretty..." he praises, wiping a small dribble of drool from your mouth, a little "ah- ah- ah-" escaping your mouth as your ass stutters back into his rudely slow pace, cum flowing down slowly.

"Makin' a mess, huh bird?" He chuckles, rubbing your ass with one hand as the other holds your hip, gently groping your cheek as his thrusts start to ever so slightly speed up.

The change in pace makes your little "ahs!" get louder, a "Shush, darlin'... don' gotta get loud on my cock, huh?" escape his lips as he tries to shut you up.

After so long you think your brain might be leaking from your ears, maybe your third(? John has lost count at this rate) cumming falling from where you're both conjoined his hips start to stutter and his chest heaves. He lets out a few groans, harder thrusts that make you squeal coming from him.

His hips jerk a little more and a hand goes to your shoulder, pushing you back onto his cock as he spills himself inside of you. You let out a pretty moan, body going frail as you grin widely, fucked out.

He pulls out slowly, a little "plop" sound as his cum spills out and onto the ground. He helps you up, getting your panties on and those pajama pants and hoping that that is enough until you're upstairs and finished wrapping presents so he can *properly* give you aftercare.

"'Right, lovie.." he mumbles out, helping you sit on your ass as you catch your breath, "let's finish these presents up, yeah?"

[redxixi]

~`all ours~` part 1

Part 2

~` pairing: viking!141 x fem!reader

~` summary: you were a simple girl living with your family in a small villiage when the price clan came and raided your villiage so now your their prisoner.

a/n: aight so im back and ready sorry for being gone for so long. so this fic is heavily inspired by @groguspicklejar fic SO GO READ CUZ LORD. Her fics are AMAZING. while i was gone i developed a heavy crush on price from cod and i wanted to write something like this for a while so here we are.

~` warnings: being chased, violence, dark shi. !CAUTION! these fics will contain dark stuff in them so if it is not for you do not read it pls. If you do read it and get offended by it it is not my problem cuz it says dark shi so yeah.

like any other morning you went to the nearby river for some water and berries. everything was peaceful, the winds were blowing a soft breeze, the birds were singing and the clouds looked like pillows you could sleep on when suddenly you heard loud yelling from your home. you ran back to see what had happend only to be met with the sight of fire. everything was burning and everyone was yelling. you rushed to your hut only to find it destroyed and then you saw them.

they were like animals slaughtering and destroying everything in sight. you ran as fast as you could and hid in the woods behind a gigantic tree. you waited, listenend and tried to proccess what just happend. the people who treated you like family and gave you food were killed brutally, the children who were just playing a couple hours ago now dead too. but you only saw 4 men. could 4 men really kill a whole villiage?

you waited for a while until you couldnt hear any screams anymore and carefully came out of your hiding spot. you slowly aproached the villiage and saw the 4 men and with them where a few surviors tied up. the 4 men where talking amongst themselves so you decided to sneak past them. you carefully and quietly snuck past one of em and heard one of em talking.

"there was no point coming here. the only thing these people had were crops and some silver other than that they had basically nothing"

the one that said this was a dark skinned man with an axe resting on his back and the masked one awnsered.

"exactly they had crops and we don't kyle. if we want to survive this winter we needed more food."

you carefully listened in on theire confersation while sneakily trying to flee when just then you stepped on a branch making a loud crack sound. the 2 men who were talking turned theire heads to your derection.

"what was that"

slowly you could heard them aproaching the bush you hid behind. you were shaking from fear and you could hear your heart beating in your chest. without thinking you ran.

"fuck GET HER"

you heard one of em say. filled with adreneline you ran as fast as you could. you ran past the tied up survivors and just when you thought you could make it out of there one of the men suddenly appeared in front of you making you collide against his chest causing you to fall on your butt.

"well well well what do we have here."

you looked up at him. he had short black hair with a mutton chop beard and was build like a greek god with countless tattoos on his chest.

"did you really think you could run from us las?"

you started to crawl backwards with fear while he slowly aproached you. you could feel the tears coming out of your eyes so with your last strenght you stood up and ran the opposite derection only to see the other men in your way. both of your ways to escape were blocked by these monsters. you felt you heart beating almost out of your chest and tears were streaming down your face.

"p-please don't i-i just wanna go please"

you pleaded to them sobbing.

"aww sweetie its okay we wont hurt c'ha"

the one with a dark brown mowhawk said sarcastically while grinning. before you could do anything you were grabbed from the back by the masked man. you tried to squirm out of his grasp but his hold on you was rock solid.

"shhh its okay we aren't bad people....well we are but we will take good care of you okay"

the man with a mohawk then put a cloth with some sort of substance on your nose. you tried to resisit by shaking your head but he pulled your hair back and shoved the cloth onto your nose. slowly you could feel yourself slipping away and everything slowly became blury.

"shhh sleep now we have plans for ya bonnie"

So this will be part 1 in a multiple part series so feel free to send suggestions and ideas cuz i need em.

[hunnysnoops]

Main Three + Craig with morbid/odd reader

“I want love to change my friends to enemies and tell me how it’s all my fault.”

Stan:

He lets you draw on him but instead of doodling you take a black marker and start to meticulously draw dotted lines and arrows like you’re a surgeon prepping him for cosmetic surgery.

While helping him with farm chores you go into detail about how you can compost and break down a corpse in soil, he just kinda nods along.

You give him tarot readings every week. He thought they were fake and just did it to entertain you until his week played out exactly like you said it would. When he realized he just froze up and went non verbal.

Stan- “Hey, do you have any spells to curse my dad?”

Met him when he was in his goth era.

The two of you were having a moment in the rain when you told him that he should’ve worn shoes with rubber soles in case he gets struck by lightning.

You started writing his eulogy when you were laying in bed together, bro was trying not to freak out. Just spam texted Kyle.

You’re date idea is taking him to an abandoned house.

You guys bonded over music. Now you help him write songs since you’re so used to writing poetry.

Reader- “You’re into music?”

Stan- “Yeah, I guess so.”

Reader- “Have you heard Carnival of the Animals, R. 125: Aquarium composed by Camille Saint-Sa��ns and performed by Philippe Entremont, Gaby Casadesus, and Yo-Yo Ma?”

Stan- “Can’t say I have.”

Kyle:

Has veiny arms so when the two of you are just chilling you’ll put your finger on one of the veins and start talking about what would happen if you severed it. He’s lowkey interested from a scientific standpoint.

You’ll straddle his hips and pull his lips back to look at his teeth, poking around in his mouth like a dentist. You’re inches apart.

Reader- “Wow, you have beautiful teeth.”

Kyle- “Thank you?”

He’s kinda fascinated by you but also repulsed by some of the things you do/say.

He came to your house and you were butchering your own meat, left right away.

You listen to The Cure together.

When you climb trees to look for birds and squirrels he’ll climb too to help you.

Will get mad annoyed after listening to you say incredibly out of pocket things while he’s trying to focus on something.

He’ll buy you little knickknacks that remind him of you.

Before he got to know you, he talked mad shit.

Sometimes gets super freaked out by your behaviour, you straight up give him the heebie-jeebies.

Reader- “So this is my collection of human teeth.”

Kyle- “All of those are yours, right?”

Reader- “Actually, none of them are mine.” 😁

Kyle- 😨

Kenny:

Sits through horror movies and weird foreign films with you. He didn’t like it at first but he came around and started sourcing out movies he’d think you like.

You took him to a Wicca ceremony and he had the time of his life.

You taught him how to make flower crowns and now he makes them all the time. He likes to give them to Karen.

When he sees something off-putting or creepy he will immediately take a picture and send it to you.

Reader- “Hey, it’s raining. Do you want to go look for earth worms and build a worm colosseum?”

Kenny- “Hell yeah.”

He likes to go for walks in the forest with you, you guys will look for bugs and pick them up or make them houses of leaves and twigs.

He’ll help you wash the skulls/bones you find.

Never really minded that you were weird, he approached you first because he thought you were hot.

He loves when you play with his hair and tie little braids into it.

You guys tried to recreate The Blair Witch Project but failed miserably when you actually got lost in the woods.

You’ll meet up at the graveyard and just sit in the grass while you talk about ghosts and ghouls. Sometimes you’ll walk around and stop at a specific grave and guess how they died.

Reader- “Would you rather be in Cannibal Holocaust or The Poughkeepsie Tapes?”

Kenny- “Erm, I gotta pick The Poughkeepsie Tapes.”

Craig:

Generally goes along with whatever you want to do.

Reader- “Can we go down to the riverbank to pickup fish heads and then eat out their eyes?”

Craig- “Yeah, sure.”

He’ll just watch you roll around in the mud or set little twig piles on fire, he won’t join in but he also won’t interfere.

You’ll talk to Stripe, not in the baby voice that people usually use to talk to animals but your tone will be dead serious like you’re talking to a grown adult.

The two of you will watch true crime documentaries together.

He’ll fuck up anyone who calls you weird or a freak.

When you’re out in public, you’ll point someone out and predict how they’re going to die.

There’s nothing you can do that’ll shock him, he’s unfazed by everything that you say.

Sometimes gets concerned with you around Stripe.

You’ll disappear for hours at a time and he’ll get worried, sending you a million texts then you’ll randomly show up at his door soaking wet or covered in dirt with no warning.

Craig- “Where have you been? You weren’t answering my texts.”

Reader- “I was meeting with a friend of mine who is alive.”

Craig- “Oh, that’s cool.”

Requests are open! I’m working through a couple right now. Thanks to the anon who requested this.

[lilianalovespink]

CW- reader is asleep whilst most of this happens!!!, Non-con, unprotected p-in v sex, (slight) degradation, defloration, size difference, Simon is drunk

The bird's been bothering Simon all evening.

She's not his type, she's way too pushy and most importantly, she keeps on sending nasty looks to the captains daughter, simply because you had the audacity to smile and wave at Simon, which was enough to make him have to readjust himself in his pants.

"You know what- Simon you're an ass-!"

Well, that's his bird gone. In tears of upset, she leaves him at the bar and not two seconds later, you go out after her. 'God' the man thinks to himself 'if you're that nice to people who glare at you all evening, how nice are you to folks that are nice back?'

After you come back in there's a slight frown on your face as you invite him to sit with you, your father and the rest of the team.

"Don't you think you could apologize to Meredith?She's a nice woman and you made her cry-" Simon sees his captains hand squeeze your thigh, and you shut yourself up, though not without a confused look towards your father.

"But she is right; I'm sure if you we're nicer to your birds, they'd stay longer." This time, it's your father speaking. Simon doesn't believe that.

After all, he's never seen Kyle been more than a little nice to you, and you're still all over him.

He wonders if you and your little unofficial boyfriend have already had sex, or if he has more tact than Simon and will wait until your father's gone out somewhere?

Pretty little captain's daughter, always all dolled up and sweet and caring, he can't help it that his cock chubs up at that. After all, you're even nice to him. Even though he adjusts his cock in front of you and keeps eye contact during that.

What can he say? You're the sweetest girl he knows.

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Later when they've all gone to bed in the inn, he gets up to take a piss at night. 'Geez, maybe you should stop drinking so much?' Yeah right, the blonde thinks to himself.

Maybe.

Stumbling back to his room in complete darkness whilst still inebriated is...difficult, but he can manage. Though he doesn't remember his room smelling like vanilla and strawberries, the door was agape and he's left his like that too.

He wants nothing more than to stumble into bed, get one out into his fist to the thought of his captain's girl, and go to sweet, sweet nightmare land, but even while drunk, he can tell there's someone already under the covers.

Ah. So that's why it smells so sweet. Didn't he send his bird away? Well, if she snuck into his bed, he'd give her what she was hoping for and send her off once he's turned her brain to mush.

"Pathetic' Slag. Acting all huffy at dinner and then sneaking into my bed?"

She stirred. Was she asleep? Well, that didn't matter. Pressing her head into the pillows and pulling her ass up, he had to choke back a mean laugh at her nightwear.

"The hell you wearing pyjamas for? Trying to hide that you're a whore?"

No matter, these could come off just like a night gown. It seems like she finally woke up when he yanked her pants off, considering the body beneath him started fussing and thrashing slightly.

"Can't put it in 'less you stay still."

He grunted,rubbing his cock along her- fuck were those just regular cotton panties? Shouldn't she be wearing a thong?

"What, didn't feel the need to pretty yourself up for me even a little bit?" He huffs as he slaps her ass and yanks down her underwear just enough to expose her holes.

In the dark, it was kind of difficult to find the right entrance, but when he felt her folds, he also found the proper hole (or at least the one he wouldn't be yelled at for using), nudging his blunt, thick head against it and pushed in.

"Fucking- tight like a goddamm virgin-!" The scarred man grunted, having to force in inch after inch.

"S-STOP-" the voice in the pillow muffled, so he pressed her face down harder. Shouldn't have snuck into his bed expecting anything but this. He'd make sure she'd learn that, despite her thrashing and muffled crying.

Strange though, that that voice sounded sweet like the doll's voice. He smirked when he thought of her; after all, wasn't he doing a great job making it up to his bird?

Heavy as he knew he was, he still put all his weight into the thrusts that made the bed creak as it bounced against the wall, halfway leaned over the soft body beneath him, his chest completely covering the entirety of the back who's muscles flexed and relaxed the entire time.

He buried his face in her neck, allowing him to hear the moaning and the whimpering and the crying so much better. Huh. Strange. His bird was really starting to sound like the sweet girl probably fast asleep in her father's arms.

Maybe that was just the alcohol. Letting him hear what he wanted but couldn't have. Mocking him since a mutt like him couldn't get sweet girls like her. No, the sweet and caring girls were for boys like Kyle who'd at least pretend to be soft and gentle.

Not for Simon. Never ever for Simon.

The speed and power behind his thrusts intensified until he felt himself clench up, placing a hand on her belly as he shot his seed into her.

Fuck the bulge he felt temporarily mis-shaping her warm belly could make him go at least two more rounds.

She was probably on birth control, yeah?

Finally, since he got his peak, he pulled back out to find her leaking with his cum and her arousal, though the latter was awfully thin in texture.

And then the scent hit him. That was blood.

His eyes widened as he let go of her head, already cursing slightly as she sobbed and then-

"D-DADDY HELP-!"

In all of 20 seconds the light in the room turned on, making Simon huff until his eyes widened for a second time in two minutes, since the person who had turned the lights on was none other than his captain, and the little thing sobbing into her hands and leaking his spend was none other than-

"GET OFF OF MY DAUGHTER!"

[fancyfeathers]

Part three of my Burn It All Down series as incorrect quotes

(Part one)

(Part two)

Conner: “Nice rock.”

Dick: “Thanks, my sister gave it to me.”

Songbird: “I threw it at you.”

Dick: “Aren't they the sweetest?”

Firewall, running off two hours of sleep for the last two days: “Are you flirting with me?”

Hex: “No, I'm just hot and talking- YES, I’M FLIRTING WITH YOU!”

Blitz: “I have an idea.”

Songbird: “A good idea?”

Blitz: “Let's not get ahead of ourselves.”

Barry: “We have fun, don’t we, honey?”

His Darling: “I’ve never been more stressed out in my entire life.”

Blue Lantern: “Good morning!”

Firewall: “Bold statement.”

*When the twins were in high school*

Hal: “Remember that old saying. If at first you don’t succeed-“

Blue Lantern: “Try to pretend it never happened.”

Dreamcatcher: “So my therapist was talking to me and she said that I really just need to break down my walls and let people in.”

Dreamcatcher: “So I’ve decided to break the fourth wall.”

Dreamcatcher, looks at camera: “Hi there. I use humor as a coping mechanism.”

Firewall: “You’d do that for me?”

Hex: “I’d do a lot of things to you.”

Firewall: “...you mean ‘for me’?”

Hex: “That too.”

Blitz, after chugging ten energy drinks: “I've connected the two dots.”

Wally: “You didn't connect shit.”

Blitz: “I've connected them.”

Pisces: “No! This is a really bad idea.”

Dreamcatcher: “Stick around. I’m full of bad ideas.”

Apollo: “What's wrong with you?”

Songbird: “Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of healthy paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.”

Blitz: “I'm not that stupid!”

Huntian: “Blitz, you literally ate the wax from a babybel.”

Blitz: “BLUE TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!”

Blue Lantern: “I did do that actually.”

Hex: “Oh we never doubted you for a moment!”

Apollo: “Thank you. You’re lying, though, right?”

Hex: “Yes, I am, I doubted you very strongly.”

Blue Lantern, proudly: “I slept.”

Firewall: “…Is that so much of a rare thing that you have to say it?”

Firewall: “I’m telling you, Molotov cocktails work! Any time I had a problem, and I threw a Molotov cocktail… Boom! Right away! I had a different problem.”

Blue Lantern: “They make a strong case.”

Hex: “What goes up but never comes down?”

Zatanna: “The amount of stress you're bringing this family.”

Blue Lantern, sitting on the kitchen counter with a bowl of ice cream she is staring at: “Do you ever feel like exploding? Have you experienced the urge to enter the process of combustion? Has your mind created a logical idea, known as thought, to disperse your body into thousands of particles suddenly?”

Hal: “Honey… It’s 3 am, please go back to sleep.”

Supergirl: “You think you're smarter than everyone else.”

Songbird: “I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.”

Huntian: “I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.”

Blue Lantern: ���Blitz is restricted to decaf for the rest of this adventure.”

Pisces: “I'm against crime, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.”

Dreamcatcher: “So, Supergirl, do you have a crush on anyone?”

Supergirl: “The only crush I have is this crushing anxiety.”

Kaldur’ahm: “Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.”

Pisces: “Killed without hesitation.”

Apollo: “Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.”

Blue Lantern: “You believe me?”

Kyle, absolutely smitten: “You’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.”

Will: “Can I ask a dumb question?”

Apollo: “Better than anyone I know.”

Firewall: *sucking on a popsicle* 

Blue Lantern: “Pfft, you practicing for when Hex gets home?”

Firewall: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle* 

Blue Lantern: *Concern*

*In the future*

Blue Lantern, feeling insecure: “Do you love me?”

Kyle: “We’re literally married.”

Blue Lantern: “Yeah, but as friends or—“

Blitz: “Why cant trees give off something important like wifi??”

Pisces: “So fuck oxygen, I guess.”

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F🤬ck it, T.F 141’s favorite animal head-canons ‘cause I’m in a good mood:

Price 💰

Dogs. I know, I know, a very basic answer, but to make up for it I’ve decided he’s specifically drawn to Weimaraners. They’re very intelligent dogs and he thinks they should get one as a K9 for 141. Known for great tracking skills, athleticism, and are also great swimmers. They are also very cute puppies, their head is usually bigger than their body 😆 They’re just as loyal as most dogs and tend to be very clingy and protective (if it wasn’t clear, I had a Weimaraner). If not for his dignity, he would beg Laswell to get them one, and she knows it.

Soap ����

Cockatoos. If you asked Soap his favorite animal, he’d tell you birds, but if you asked him on a more deeper level, he’d definitely start rambling about cockatoos. They’re part of the parrot family and they do talk, however, they are more known for being extremely loud 😂 If you scream, it’ll most likely scream back. They’re the definition of a wild child, probably the one creature on this planet that could talk and scream Soap’s ear off. They got to do something with that heavy amount of energy I guess. If you asked Soap why he likes cockatoos, he’d tell you: “They just got this crazed look in their eyes.”

Gaz ⛽️

Foxes. He likes the red ones because he thinks they’re pretty, but values them all equally. He just really likes the fox laugh; if he were to ever come across one, he would laugh with it. It just brings him so much joy. He once brought a baby fox to base back in his rookie days and one could describe it as: A euphoric child with a puppy. Foxes are known for being quick and sly, so when news got out to the rest of 141 that Kyle Garrick favors foxes, it was no surprise. Honestly, if Gaz were an animal, he would most likely be a fox. He definitely watches fox core videos spiritually.

Ghost ☠️

Manatees. Have you ever seen the video of a woman crying about how manatees are so nice that even other predators don’t want to harm them? Yeah, that’s Ghost pretty much. He likes them because they are factually very gentle and even sharks and alligators will give them the right-of-way. The only threat they really have are humans. The thought of anyone hurting a manatee for anything at all makes him bitter. If he ever sees a manatee, his eyes will practically start shining out of joy. He also thinks their nickname “sea cows” are very funny. I think aquatic life is his overall favorite, but manatees will always hold a special place in his heart. Fun fact, manatees will approach people just to kiss them. It’s on Ghost’s bucket list to make that happen. Ego be damned.

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He’ll Never Feel The Same

Info - drinking, angst, jealousy, puking

The party was raging, colors were blurring as you took a shot. You stared in the direction of Kyle Scheible. Your heart seemed to beat out of your chest. He was chatting up some girl, and now your heart just ached.

You downed yet another shot. You'd had a hard week. Stressful, difficult, not to mention the whole being in love with someone completely out of your league. When Kyle had proposed a house party, you'd jumped at the idea. Any time spent with him was precious, but he'd barely spoken to you all night. Now your alcohol intake was getting dangerously high, and you wished you could leave.

"Hey Y/N," Ladybird was not drunk at all it seemed, but just enjoying her time.She noticed where you were looking, and grimaced. Lady Bird was one of your closest friends, and your only confidant concerning your feelings for Kyle.

"Hey, he doesn't really like that girl you know. I can tell, he's just talkin' to her nothing more-"

"I'm fine," You cut her off rather harshly. Then you felt something awful twist in your gut. You were going to puke. You covered your mouth and dashed toward the bathroom, with Lady Bird calling your name behind you.

You reached the open toilet bowl just in time to let all your dinner loose into it. You felt your body wretch with each new flow of vomit. Soon someone was holding your hair, and you were so grateful that you could've kissed them. It was Ladybird of course.

"Thanks," Your voice sounded like you'd rubbed sandpaper on your vocal cords. You looked down at the cold tile for a moment and tears filled your eyes.

"It's just so hard," you sniffed. "To see him there, just standing there, and feel my heart bursting with love for that stupid, stupid boy," You were full-on sobbing now. "And know," you looked up and saw a very sad Ladybird, through your blurred eyes. "And know, he doesn't... will never feel the same way. That he'll never notice the way I feel about him."

You buried your head in your hands and shook with tears. You couldn't handle this anymore, it hurt too much. You felt a gentle pat on your back. You felt sorry for Ladybird, for putting her in this situation, but you couldn't have kept the tears in even if you'd tried. You felt her presence leave, maybe she'd felt you needed time alone, but you didn't feel that way.

Ladybird pushed through the people standing with drinks or dancing on the floor to the music that seemed like a backtrack to this situation. She finally saw the golden tanned skin, the floppy hair, and dark green eyes, still chatting up that girl from earlier.

"Ladybird, mate why are you running?" Kyle asked jovially, he wasn't drunk either she could see.

"Can I talk to him, alone, just for a moment," Ladybird breathed heavily, and the girl nodded with a confused look on her face.

"Lady what-" Kyle started still grinning.

"What the Hell are you doing?" She asked roughly.

"I, What?" Kyle was confused now too.

"You told me last week, you were going to tell y/n how you felt," Ladybird snapped.

"I," Kyle looked embarrassed now. "I chickened out," he mumbled.

"Oh lord," ladybird threw her head back in exasperation. "Look, I promised myself I wouldn't interfere, but this is too much."

"What are you-"

"Y/N Likes you, Kyle!" She shouted.

"She what," Kyle gasped.

"Yeah, and right now she's crying, in your bathroom, about how much she loves ya!" Ladybird was angry at Kyle’s confusion now. You were sobbing and he couldn't get this small piece of information through his head.

"She loves me," Kyle’s mouth quirked up at the side.

"Yes now go!" Ladyburd said shoving Kyle ahead of her, running behind him. The two of them went to the bathroom where you were still crying on the floor.

"Y/N," Ladybird said. You looked up, horrified to see Kyle.

"Lady,” you growled, getting up. You were a bit shaky, but you still came off as pretty menacing. Her eyes widened.

"I had to tell him Y/N, he needed to know!" She said, hands up, backing away. He then bolted, and you began to charge after her, but Kyle caught you around the waist.

"I'm gonna kill you," You screamed at the door of the bathroom. You began crying again, everything was ruined. You couldn't believe Kyle was even touching you. However, he folded you into his arms, rocking you side to side, soothing you as his hand ran through your hair.

"I'm going to kill her,” you cried into his chest.

"Shh," He quieted you. He lifted your face to his, hands on your cheeks and jaw. He wiped your tears away with his thumbs, looking at you in a way you realized was the same way you looked at him.

"I love you too," he whispered gently, a small smile creeping on his face. A loving, happy smile, that made you know everything would be okay.

"You do?" You asked.

"Yeah, yeah I do," He said moving in closer. "May I kiss you?" he asked slowly.

"Yes," you breathed, and his lips met yours like a clash of symbols. A beautiful, loving kiss, with your favorite person.

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hi! i've seen a lot of bat-centric animal shifter AUs and id like to write one about the gls too. i've got a rough idea of what i want everyone to be but i'd love to hear your input as to which animal they're the most like

Welp I know nothing of these animal shifter AUs, so I'm just gonna assign animals to the GLs based on vibes and hope that helps!

Starting with the old man, Alan reminds me very much of a lion. Maybe it's the beard As a member of the JSA, he's one of the most respected figures among DC's heroes, so the King of the Jungle seems fitting.

(yeah it's definitely the beard)

You probably saw this coming a mile away but Hal is a bird. His whole schtick is flying, so how could he not be? Anyway my first thought was something majestic and grand like an eagle, but upon further consideration I think he'd be a peregrine falcon, the fastest bird in the world.

(the plumage kinda looks like Hal's leather jacket)

Y'know that one honey badger that kept breaking out of its enclosure to pick fights with the lions that were at the same zoo? Yeah that's 100% Guy. Absolute bastard that fears nothing and lives for the fight.

(He's even got the bowl cut lmaooo)

Now John as a beaver may seem weird, but hear me out. You ever seen those pictures of beavers chewing through trees thicker than their entire bodies? That's John in his element. Persistence and endurance at its finest. Plus there's the whole thing about building that both of them are known for.

(John no that's a Xanshi tree!)

Kyle is a horse. Actually, he's the White Lantern, so I'm gonna upgrade him to unicorn. With wings too, because he's just that gloriously majestic. As Graf Toren once put it, Kyle is the angel of the Corps and his animal form reflects that.

(ok maybe I'm a little biased...)

Simon is a dog, a Dobermann to be exact. It's no secret that he's often outshined by his fellow Green Lanterns, but he's just as fearless and loyal as the rest of them. It's an often overlooked aspect of his character that he can go just about anywhere and befriend anyone, so I think man's best friend is a fitting reflection of Simon.

(he's just happy to be here)

Jessica gives me hare vibes. Often mistaken for similarly skittish and shy rabbits, but can be unexpectedly fierce and fight back when pressed.

(she's either gonna bolt faster than you can see or kick you into next week)

Look down. See that little baby racoon? Yeah that's Keli. Tiny trash panda scavenger who found her gauntlet in a junkyard.

("She is our baby Batman, you can't have this one!")

For Jo, I'm drawing pretty heavily from Far Sector, where she was a lone Green Lantern operating as a detective in the deepest reaches of space. A solitary creature that thrives in the darkest depths, and is incredibly intelligent? Yeah that's a deep sea octopus.

(and just as fabulous as the real Jo)