#bartender!kyle x gn!reader

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Bartender!Kyle x gn!reader Part 2 babyyyyyy Not proofread so probably horrible. Sorry. Just wanted to get this out there as quickly as possible. I hope you have half as much fun reading as I had writing. Part 1 | COD Masterlist | Part 3

He's not waiting for you to return. He's not looking at the door everytime it opens the next few days. He's absolutely not hoping to see you again. Nope nopedy nope. He did not suddenly grow obsessed with you. He -

The door opens and his head whips around to look at who's coming in and he can feel himself straightening up, when he realizes that it is in fact you. You and some friends it seems.

You're all chattering amongst yourself and occupie a table in the corner. Kyle isn't sure who he has to thank for your return because his bar surely isn't the most popular with regular people and there's prettier spots out there, but he's not gonna complain.

He wipes his hands on a towel, swings it over his shoulder and approaches your table. Suddenly he's happy that his bar is so small and cozy that he can manage it alone.

"What can I get for you?"

One of your friends pats your shoulder after whatever they said to you and the two of them, a dude and a girl, order their stuff. Your eyes stay glued to the table and your friend orders for you.

He wonders what's up with that. You look.... down?

Shame, he would have loved to get a glimpse of your lovely eyes.

When he's behind the bar again, making your drinks he glances at you. Your friend goes to pat you on the shoulder again and you scowl.

Down and angry too? Maybe he can help with that.

He decides to double the amount of your drink and then approaches the table while balancing a tray with your drinks.

As he gets closer he can hear your voice, angry and frustrated.

"... improper language with a customer!? Can you believe it? That fuckwart had it coming, I swear. They should be grateful I got rid of that scum for them. But nooooo, 'You're fired' it is."

You let your head fall to the table in frustration and Kyle is being torn between feeling bad for you and being enamoured by the way you talk.

He never knew he could be attracted to the way someone talks. But your voice is utterly captivating and you have a particular way of pronouncing words, that just draws him in.

He silently puts the drinks on the table, putting yours before you. When you notice the amount in the glass you look up at him in surprise.

"Uh, I ordered a regular?", you question.

He smiles in response. "It's on the house. Noticed you didn't seem to be having the best day. Enjoy, dove."

When he turns around he can hear the girl squeal.

"Did you hear that!? He called you dove!? Oh my god! He was totally flirting with you."

"He's so cute too!", the guy adds knowingly smirking at you.

Then Kyle's too far away to catch more of the conversation. Shame, he would have loved hearing your response. But he's satisfied with the knowledge that your friends will definitely nudge you in his direction.

He's pretty sure everyone in the bar is too drunk to notice him paying special attention to your table and you're too busy moping about losing your job to notice him dropping by way more often that he'd need to.

It's honestly no ones business. He needs to check on his little dove.

He's coming by to ask if you need another drink once more when he hears you say: "Just gotta find another café to serve at."

Like a knight in shining armour Kyle is there.

"Sorry for eavesdropping but... I'm currently managing this bar alone and I could really use some help. So if you're interested in a job, maybe I've got the one for you.", he offers.

He smiles brightly and warmly at you and you gape up at him.

"Holy shit! That's awesome.", you say and immediately slap your hand over your mouth. Then you rush to say: "I can control my language, I promise!"

That makes him laugh and you grin up at him awkwardly until he makes you speechless once more.

"Oh, you can run your mouth here all you want. The customers won't care and I'm just happy to hear your pretty voice."

[thetravelingtyper]

Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.75) JM (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Loading Track 3 - Electric Feel by MGMT (Johnny Soap MacTavish One Shot) - After returning from base you and Soap decide to take the night to go out...

Warning: Possible OOC, Suggestive Content, fluff, Possessive Soap

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Our Shattered Heart 2.75 Interlude John MacTavish (...Loading Track 3…)- Electric Feel by MGMT

The bar was bustling under the star-lit sky. You pulled a tipsy Johnny along with you as you basked in the chill. You pulled further into Simon’s jacket, catching the smell of his cologne. You were perfectly sober while Johnny had a few beers. You had returned later in the day from base with the Sergeants giving you smirks. 

“You finally got the Captain.” Kyle smiles at you brightly. He’s radiant as you bring the bouquet in. 

“These are from a Corporal-” The flowers are taken from you by a scoffing Johnny, you give him a look and he grumbles, setting the flowers down a little heavily. He then proceeds to wrap himself around you, pressing a kiss to your temple, then peppering kisses all over your face while you giggle and push against him. He doesn't budge. 

“Let us get you flowers hen.”

You laugh lightly, running a hand up and down Soap’s firm arm as he spins you around, 

“She’s married Johnny, Down boy,” he muttered something Scottish before kissing you firmly.  You return the energy, parting when you're out of breath. Soap keeps you bundled in his arms. 

“Let's go out hen.” He murmurs it in your ear. You return with a ‘sure’ and a smile. You look to Kyle in question but he just waves you guys off.

“You two go have fun, I’ll get my turn.”

And with that and preparation you both set off into the late afternoon. 

All along the Western front

People line up to receive

She got the power in her hand

To shock you like you won't believe

Saw her in the Amazon

With the voltage running through her skin

Standing there with nothing on

She gonna teach me how to swim

You grab Johnny's hand and tug him into the bar, eyes searching and to your pleasure finding the singer. He notices you during a verse and shoots you a smile that widens when he sees Johnny’s hand in yours.

He continues singing while you pull Soap to the bar and sit down. He settles on a barstool and instead of letting you sit, he pulls you to his lap, chin settling on your shoulder. You sigh but the bartender just smiles and laughs.

“He’s like a puppy. I saw the other night.” You look to them, finding a younger red-headed woman in her mid to late 20s. You just nod to her and order a drink. You get something a little fruity and sweet and settle into Johnny’s lap as his arms wrap around you. You chat with the bartender in the meantime, before your name is called and the singer approaches. 

I said, "ooh, girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

I said, "ooh girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

Your eyes light up at the man and you go to stand and greet him but Johnny’s arms tighten. You murmur to him but he just shakes his head stubbornly. 

“Johnny.” You say it more sternly and he turns to you with stormy eyes, pupils dilated from the alcohol and feelings. The bartender turns to the singer then Johnny, then laughs.

“Don’t worry lad,” she says good-naturedly as the singer approaches and pecks her on the lips. Your eyes widen before you turn to her.

“Good for you two! Happy now, Johnny?” 

The man grumbles again but lets you up. You give the singer a swift hug before you take the stool next to Soap and begin to chat. During conversations on the local area and their relationship Johnny’s hand seeks you in constant contact that makes your heart feel like putty. He was always an affectionate drunk but after the kiss, he practically glued himself to you and the others. If he wasn't next to Simon or bickering with Kyle, the Scot usually had a hand on your arm or shoulder and a smoldering look to anyone other than the 141 that approached you. The hour passed quickly, nearing 10 o'clock when the singer needed to return to the stage. There was a clamor at the entrance and a call of your name again as the girls entered. Your face lit up and you look at Johnny with an eager smile. His eyes are clear as he sips some of your drink, seeming to have sobered up some. He lets you go and you look at the girls with a few cheers.  

They look at you and Soap and one whistles with a laugh and you blush while Soap gives them a cocky grin, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then lightly pushing you towards them. They accept you with open arms and you all go to dance.

All along the Eastern shore

Put your circuits in the sea

This is what the world is for

Making electricity

You can feel it in your mind

Oh, you can do it all the time

Plug it in, change the world

You are my electric girl

If anyone liked watching you dance the most it was Johnny. He was an energetic person, and unlike Price and Simon, he thrived in a club environment. Seeing your eyes light up and moving with the crowd was a treat. You swirled and bobbed, moving amongst the waves. A period passed as the bar got more busy when someone took the seat beside him. He doesn’t notice until there is a hand on his arm. He turns in his stool to find an attractive person, green eyes burn into his. 

“Hey handsome.” their voice is smooth as they ask Johnny his name. He shuffles back out of their touch and replies with a simple John before he looks back to you. Green eyes follow this but they question your sergeant who replies politely to each. He wants to go and join you but you seem to be having fun. Time passes as he and the stranger make a sort of conversation as you dance, all the while Johnny sends you looks but he doesn’t want to leave your spot or your drink unattended. 

About 20 minutes in his patience is tested when, while laughing the stranger sets their hand on his knee. He jerks away with sharp eyes. 

“I am here with someone.” He says it politely but firmly. It's said during a break of songs and one of your girlfriends at the edge of the crowd catches it and Soap’s discomfort. She gets you as things suddenly escalate.

Driven either by alcohol or pure whim the stranger pulls Soap in for a kiss just as you break from the crowd. Seeing it you freeze, a chill running through you before a hot-headed anger and possessive feeling coils in your gut. Johnny immediately pushes against the stranger and stands. You practically materialize at his side. The stranger is not expecting this and hikes it out of the bar at the glowering look you shoot them. You turn to Johnny riled up. He wipes his lips and downs the rest of your drink in disgust. But seeing your darkened eyes he smirks.

“I'm all yours hen.” He cheekily adds,

“Though they were fine.”

You hiss at this and tug the man away from the bar, a smile growing on his face as you pull him out of the bar and into a side alley. Johnny smiles at you but his eyes are dark with arousal as you pull him in for a possessive kiss, chasing away the taste of the stranger. He does you one better spinning and pinning you against the wall as your lips dance together. His heart pounds in his chest, never thinking he’d see you crack but the role reversal was doing things to him. You pull away only for Johnny to latch his lips to your ear, nipping then stringing kisses down your neck like starbursts.

“That was so hot hen.” it was breaths as the scent of both you and Simon drove him insane. He pulls the neckline of your shirt down and neck to the chain of your dog tags he sucks and bites leaving a mark. You arch against him but he just rolls his hip against you. You try to move for some friction but his thigh comes between your legs. He coos as you whine, 

“Sweet, I want te ravish ye.” His accent is thick as he pulls you back to him and about drags you along. When you reach the flat, he tears the door open and about flings you inside, closing and locking the door behind him. He then turns to you with maelstrom eyes igniting a fire in the pit of your stomach. Having heard the noise Simon and Kyle pop out of Kyle's room, having been finishing work. They both freeze seeing your heaving form littered with marks.

I said, "ooh, girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

I said, "ooh girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

Simon sees his jacket skewed on you and curses with a groan. You and Johnny are in a standoff, looking that if you even move he’ll pounce. You look between Simon and Kyle, both sets of dark eyes on you, watching, waiting. You're feeling hot as Johnny begins to slack forward, shoulders set and confident. His hair has grown out giving him a wild look and the few buttons of his shirt are open showing a smooth collarbone next to his dog tags. You almost want to run, to give into the chase but you stand your ground as he starts backing you towards the table. Kyle and Simon just watch as Johnny then corners you against the table.

He stares at you, hands reaching to touch your thigh and trace up your body. They soon fist into Simon's jacket and yank you forward to him in another kiss. 

Plush lips mix with your own before you find his tongue delving into your mouth and you moan into the kiss. Johnny growls parting before hiking your legs up and setting you on the table. 

“You are mine.” he hisses into your ear, something triggered in his mind, your hands shoot to his hair and you pull it in a way that has him hissing and breaking up the kiss.

“Fucking Hell you two, away where but there.” Simon finally steps in and Johnny quirks at the older man's eyes, pupils dilated and breathing coming out a little staggered. Johnny takes the chance and pulls you up, holding you against him easily as you yelp in surprise.

“Johnny!” Your voice is breathless before he nips your lips. 

“That's my name sweetheart, don’ wear it out, Unless you're screaming it.” Your eyes shoot open and he gives you a sultry smile before chuckling into your neck. You narrow your eyes and then dipping your head bite a mark to match the one he gave you. He hisses, hands clenching you harder. Kyle laughs, something breathless as he approaches you.

“Good to know you bite back baby, showing Johnny what for. The filthy mouth of his.” 

Johnny laughs then, the moment catching his heart racing and he lets you down but not before a final cheeky kiss. You part with half-lidded eyes and set your forehead against Johnny, you whisper to him.

“I love you.” 

His heart stutters, warmth gripping his chest as he stares into your eyes,

“Aye, I love too, hen.”  

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

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My submission to @glitterypirateduck ‘s Gazfest, also first post

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Kyle (Gaz) Garrick x GN!Reader

Gaz and Reader were high school friends (?) Before Gaz went off to the British Army. He's now back in New England along with the 141 Task Force for some bar-hopping and rescuing fun??

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TW : Mild Harresment (not from any of the 141 task force), Old Friends, Mentions of Trying to Underage Drink.

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The bar atmosphere was perfect from the lighting down to the music. My friends had already started heading among the other bars opposed to myself, deciding to stick to this one bar. Reason? Because of him, Kyle. Kyle Garrick. It's been over 6 years now, and I'm still hooked on him. This was the first bar we ever tried our fake IDs and also the last, being that we were suspended from school as our science teacher was there to catch us. These memories we've made sticks as a reminder to what we had. Not to mention that anything I do somehow reminds me of Kyle.

I'm drawn out forcefully from my thoughts by a hand wrapping around my waist.

"So what're we having tonight, beautiful?" A whisper spoke into my ear with a hint of Jack. I put on my best customer service smile and try to deter the conversation while also moving the hand who had an unormally strong hold on me.

"Nothing much, just water." I state struggling now to move the hand. That actually starts to piss me off. "Now, can you please move your hand?" I speak calmly, again trying not to esculate the situation.

"That's it? Here, I got you. Bartend! Get this lovely lady here one of your finest shots!" He yells practically in my ear. Just as fast as he ordered the drink slid our way. His hand on my hip cutting off the circulation to my waist. But he uses his free hand to offer me the drink.

"No thank you. But again, can you let go of my waist? It's hurting me." I state gritting my teeth now, the fingers enterlinked with my waist still not fucking moving. I see him look at the drink almost disappointed, then he trys forcing me to drink it. This little boy cannot take rejection can he?

"Come on, you know you want it." He does a rise of an eyebrow, furthering the ick I already have. While also being the last straw. I grab the drink from his hand and then throwing the drink into his stupid face.

"Jesus!" He cries, i take this opportunity to try and smash the drink against his once again stupid face. Till, a hand stops me. Easily overpowering me. Looking back I see,

"Relax, he's not worth it." An easily recognizable voice speaks over the now seemingly ear wrenching music.

"Kyle?" I question but knowing the answer rightfully so, I watch his eyes as he glances at me then to the man glarring daggers at the both of us. Kyle drops my hand and proceeds to step infront of me.

"You got a problem?" Kyle questions, a very much rhetorical question. Kyle then sends the stupid faced man a glare and wrapping his arm around my shoulder, almost ushering me out the bar.

"What the hell!?" I yell, trying to be angry at him from stopping me getting arrested on assault charges but excitement quickly taking over instead. I grasp onto him tightly, wanting to never let go.

"Seems like somebody missed me?" He says, quickly returning the hug.

"Missed you so much." The glint in his eyes telling me the same goes for him. The eyes I missed spacing out into, the man I missed having in my arms. Just like this. Letting go of Kyle, he does a full examination (checking out) of myself.

"Are you okay?" He questions concern taking over his features, pretty features may I add.

"Yes, I am. Thanks to you, huh?" I say, trying to ease the shaking of adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream.

"More like thanks to yourself! You handled yourself pretty well. You also look very well taken care of." He smiles, seemingly easing a pervious worry he had?

"You don't look too bad yourself, Kyle." I return the smile, checking him out for myself as well. He's tanner, even with a more defined outline for himself. "Is the military treating you well out there?" I ask, noticing the cut on his cheek. I bring my hand up to get a closer look at it, not noticing the gap that seems to close ever so slightly. I can feel the warmth coming out of his skin. That seems to be getting hotter by the second. "Do you have a fever? You're awfully hot."

"God damnit." He curses under his breath. Suddenly, he pulls me in by my shoulders, then works his way up to my face. Holding it loosely as if to tell me I can leave at any point. "Can I kiss you?" He asks, hope swimming in his eyes. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I return the favor by grabbing his face and pulling him in the rest of the way. I pull away asking,

"Do you seriously have a fever?" He rolls his eyes and pulls me back in with a muffled 'No'.

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I honestly do not know how I feel about this LOLS, but I wrote this in an hour. (Not grammarly checked or spelled checked.)

[st-el-la-luna]

El's WIPs (Wow I Procrastinate) (Works in Progress)

Find below the estimated order of release for my WIPs as well as some simple summaries. Please note that I make no guarantees that I will follow this order of release, but I will try.

1. Only Love Can Set You Free (So Could the Key, but You Ate That): Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

When your friend had invited you to stay with them in Las Almas, Mexico, you were excited. Sure, Las Almas is known to be a cartel hotspot but so long as you keep your nose clean you should be fine. You are not fine. With armed mercenaries shooting their way through the city you find the one person who could maybe help you. Unfortunately for you, he seems to be on a mission of his own. But you can't risk him leaving you behind. And those handcuffs on his belt are right there... tags: gn!reader, meet ugly, handcuffed together, comedy, action, violence, gore, multi-chapter fic, eventual feelings

2. Pros and Cons: Nerd König x Cosplayer!Reader

When König got the notification from one of his favourite cosplayers twitter he nearly had a heart attack in excitement. They were going to a Con in Germany? König is close to Germany. He... He could meet you! He's your biggest fan! And... And you have no idea he exists... tags: gn!reader, cosplayer!reader, fan!König, angst (due to anxiety), meet cute, shy awkward nerds being shy awkward nerds, meet cute, fanboy/girling, infodumping, fluf

3. Darling You Could Serve Me Cyanide and I'd Drink It With A Smile: Philip Graves x Reader

Graves usually doesn't pay attention to bartenders. On occasion he has been known to take one home for a spot of fun. Until he sees you, the new bartender at the bar near the Shadow Company base, threatening to rip out a rowdy patron's throat. tags: gn!reader, drinking/smoking/drugs, men being gross to women(not Graves), bartender!reader, anger issues!reader, Graves is whipped, reader doesn't really give a shit

4. Syrupy Sweet: Nasty Baker! Soap x Reader (pt. 2) NSFW 18+

Since you and Soap first met, you've become a regular at the cafe. Easily the highlight of his day... Or the second best. Jacking off to the thought of you is the best part of his day. And he does it a lot. Hmm? You heard him say something? Don't worry about it, he's just thinking aloud. But, hey, if you've got a couple minutes he has a new recipe he's been trying out... Just let him get them from the back room. tags: gn!reader, non-con/dub-con cum eating, male masturbation, obsessive behaviour, cyberstalking, actual stalking, psychological manipulation, dirty thoughts, fantasizing, lust at first sight, disgusting!Johnny "Soap" MacTavish Part One

5. Cuddling with Task Force 141: Individual + Poly!141 x Reader

In a career so embroiled in death and violence, with high stakes and constant adrenaline, it's nice to have a chance to relax. And what better way to do that then by snuggling up with your favourite teammates? tags: gn!reader, fluff, soft boy hours, as the title describes

6. Airplane!: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Kyle didn't used to be afraid of heights or airplanes, but after a recent event he finds the idea nauseating. Unfortunately, he has no choice. Even more unfortunate, he's stuck in the window seat. At least the person sitting beside him looks nice enough... What is that they're watching? Final Destination? He's never heard of it. Sure he'll take an earbud, anything to distract himself from thinking about falling out of the plane. tags: gn!reader, meet cute turns meet ugly, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is understandably scared of heights, comedy

7. I Am Gonna Make It Through This Year If It Kills Me: Childhood Best Friend! Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

It's not often that Ghost lets himself be dragged out by his teammates to celebrate a successful mission. But he couldn't be happier he agreed this time around. Not when the live singer in this dump of a bar looks so familiar; it's you. His best friend from childhood, who had told him once, as you both sat in the back of a bar you were too young to be in, pretending that your home lives weren't more hellish than the ninth ring, that you would be a musician one day. And that you would make enough to take Simon away from it all. His best friend from childhood who thinks he's dead. tags: gn!reader, childhood friendships, reminiscing/nostalgia, angst, fluff, reader and Simon both have bad home lives, Simon escaped, reader didn't, drinking, bars, music/singing (not a song fic but bits of songs will be quoted here and there), angry at the world!reader, Everything Stays by Rebecca Sugar core

8. Draw Me Like Your Art Teacher Says You Have To: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Art Class Model! Reader

Soap decides to take Ghost's suggestion to heart. After all, LT wouldn't give out advice or compliments if he didn't believe his words to be true. So, with a couple months of leave ahead of him, Soap enrolls in an art class. It goes smoothly at first. Almost boring. Until the class moves on to anatomy studies. He's expecting an old woman or man, easily past their prime to stroll in. Instead, he has his breath stolen away by the most stunning person he's ever seen in his life. And they're about to get very naked. tags: afab!gn!reader, meet cute, fluff, humour, nudity, slight pervy!Soap, crushing, jealousy

9. It's Not Enough: John Price x Reader (pt. 2) NFSW 18+

With both his hands in casts for the foreseeable future, your Captain has been calling on you for help with a number of mundane tasks. You didn't expect him to ask you to help with this... Not that you're complaining. How could you pass up on making a grown man cry? tags: afab!reader, pure smut, pwp, sub!Price, mommy kink, begging, orgasm denial, desperation, dacryphilia, dry humping, pillow fucking, premature ejaculation, multiple orgasms, handjobs, blowjobs, anal fingering Part One

10. 1fur1 Thots: Task Force 141 + König x Reader

My many, many thoughts on @charliemwrites 1fur1 AU tags: gn!reader, inspired thots, wolf shifter/werewolf Task Force 141 and König, fluff, found family, naive!reader, deceit, maybe angst, maybe smut, monster fucking (?), they're dogs (affectionate), they're dogs (derogatory)

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

bartender!Kyle x gn!reader Part 1 Set in the butcher!simon universe... maybe I should give it a name. Guys, I don't have any explanation for this except that the retirement au has take ahold of my brain and now Kyle needed a few words too. COD Masterlist | Part 2

Kyle enjoys being a bartender more than he expected. Especially when he realized he could still help people while at it.

The first time he gave the police an anonymous tip they were rightfully suspicious. He had to be careful not to give himself away. He’s not sure what kind of person it makes him, but he enjoyed that type of cat and mouse game with the police quite a bit. Still, good that it’s not something he has to be overly conscious about anymore.

Since then he’s found a signature with which his anonymous tips are signed. The police in town knows to trust his findings by now. But he prefers doing it from the shadows or rather from behind his bar. Price always shakes his head when he comes in for a glass of his favorite drink and slaps down the newspaper on the bar. Somehow the old man can always tell when Gaz has had his fingers in a case.

Life is different now, after that mission. They all settled into new or old lives. But it’s not bad, just… different.

Gaz can’t help but smirk, thinking about Ghost. That fucker had gone ahead and found himself a little crush. It’s almost comical to watch that guy stumble through having feelings for someone and being alive. But the precious little thing does fit Ghost… in an odd way.

His mind wanders, listening to chatter with half an ear to make sure he catches any interesting gossip, when a new customer comes up to the bar and takes a seat. When he goes to take your order he has to smile a bit.

You look out of place. You’re wrapped up in a thick sweater and it makes you look pretty adorable. You don’t look like you belong into a stool at his bar. You look like you belong into a cozy corner at home with a hot chocolate and a good book.

“Fuck me sideways this stuff is good.”, you groan when you down your drink in one go and Kyle nearly gapes at your language. He looks at you, your adorable face, the thick sweater that hides your body shape from view and then he replays what you just said in his mind.

Who were you? He’s never seen you before. He studies your features from the corner of his eyes as he wipes down the counter. When you gesture for a refill and immediately down it again Kyle bites his lip.

You smile at him brightly (did his heart just skip a beat?!), groaning again. “Needed that. Thanks man.”

Face like an angel, potty mouth and a smile that made his heart stutter. Shit, the guys were going to have a field day with this.

Stunned he watches you slam down some bills on the counter and taking your leave. When he collects the money he notices that you left quite the tip. His eyes follow your figure to the door. Some big burly dude stumbles into you on his way in and you level him with a cold stare.

“Watch it, dude.”, you say. Your voice isn't even mean but your tone commands respect. It makes the guy cower and apologize and a shiver runs down Kyle’s back.

He only grows aware of the chatter in the bar again, when the door closes behind you.

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Bartender!Kyle x gn!reader Part 3 I feel like this once again turned out kinda sucky but whatevs. Not proofread because my eyes hurt. Part 2 | COD Masterlist | (Part 4)

You’re a joy to have around. Kyle wants to congratulate himself for impulsively hiring you and he wants to thank whoever fired you because they drove you right into his arms and bar. You’re damn good at your job.

Despite how you being fired made it seem like you’re rude, you’re not. You’re absolutely professional and he’s noticed his usual patrons appreciate you being around. Sometimes they appreciate it a bit too much, trying to get close but you can more than handle yourself. Whatever happened that made you react in a way that got you fired must have been serious, because despite your potty mouth you’ve never cursed at someone.

Kyle finds himself being intrigued by you more and more. You’re not a sunshine kind of person, rather aloof but never cold or unfriendly. Every day when you put on your apron he also witnesses you slipping on your work persona, watches you consciously soften your expression although you don’t do the big fake smiles.

He’s behind the counter, cleaning some glasses and keeping his ears on the conversations while he watches you bring a round of drinks to a table in the far corner. The apron suits you and your cute appearance. His head still has a hard time wrapping around the contrast between your appearance and your way of talking. Why does that appeal to him so much?

Then he notices one of them men at the table putting his hand on your waist when you put their drinks down and he immediately makes his way from behind the counter throwing the towel he just used over his shoulder. As he draws closer he can hear your calm voice.

“Hands off.”, you dryly demand.

He’s impressed by your ability to sound so calm yet commanding. You would make a fine soldier, hell with that tone you’d make Price proud. It makes no rational sense but you straighten up and he can practically feel your personal space turn cold and unwelcoming.

The man takes his hand off your waist and raises both in surrender. “Sorry, pretty, just wanted to see if you feel as good as you look.”

Kyle comes to a halt slightly in front of you a too bright smile on his face, a bearing of teeth, a threat. “Everything okay here?”, he asks pleasantly.

“Ah, yeah, yeah Kyle. Just a misunderstanding.”, the man, Jackie one of his regulars, explains slightly frantic at the fact that Kyle caught the interaction. Kyle looks at you. You meet his eyes and subtly nod.

Kyle steps slightly closer to the man moving into his personal space and braces his arm on the table. “You know Jackie, you’re one of my favorite customers, I’d hate to have more of these misunderstandings because that would mean you can’t come back here.”

Jackie shakes his head. “Yeah, no of course. Sorry. Won’t happen again.”

Kyle straightens back up and nods at the group, his eyes sharp as he meets each of their gazes a subtle threat in his. His hand is slow and gentle when he puts it on the small of your back, giving you time to step away in case you don’t want him touching you either. You allow it and he leads you back behind the counter, turning to you.

The fact that he’s allowed to touch you but no one else is makes a weird part of him purr in satisfaction. His little dove recognizes his hands and welcomes them.

“You okay, dove?”, he asks his eyes worried and you nod.

“Yeah, asshat has a ‘misunderstanding’ of fucking boundaries.”, you grumble slightly but Kyle is pleased that you don’t seem shaken up. He has to bite his tongue to keep in his amusement because how can someone with a face like yours casually say a sentence like that?

“You handled that well. If anyone bothers you, and I don’t see it, tell me. Won’t tolerate that. They can look but they don’t get to touch you.” The last part is nearly growled. No one touches his dove.

You shrug. “It’s part of the job, Kyle. It’s not like that shit’s something new.”

He grits his teeth at that, the thought of people casually touching you like that without your consent making something red and violent raise in his chest.

“It won’t be part of the job here.”, he grits out “The people who come here might be shady but I won’t allow anyone to put their filthy hands on you, dove.”

Your eyes meet his, surprised at his harsh tone and you look at him, your face not betraying any of your emotions. Sometimes Kyle really wishes you were more expressive. If only so he could know what you’re thinking of him in this moment.

“Sounds good.” You grin at him, all teeth. “If anyone does, they’ll regret it.” The predatory way you say that really doesn’t match your dainty appearance and a shiver runs down his spine.

The shiver is followed by heat deep in his belly and he’s not sure what to make of the effect you have on him. One thing he’s sure of is he wants more of you. You’re like a drug, making him high off of each of your interactions. He might be addicted for the rest of his life.

For the rest of your shift he keeps an even closer eye on you than usual, making sure everyone behaves. He purses his lips in thought. Jackie is a small fish. Only selling drugs and smaller delicts. However it’s enough to get him behind bars for a while.

Usually he wouldn’t bother with someone like that, focusing on the people who employ people like Jackie but he touched you. No one gets to touch his dove without punishment.

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SFW only

Short Stuff

After A Mission John Price x gn!reader John comes home tired, you take care of him

AUs

Bartender!Kyle x gn!reader (ongoing) - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 -

Short Stuff

Military Talk - Part 1 - Part 2 -

Sweet Boy The first time you called Johnny "sweet boy".

Oneshots

Princess John Soap MacTavish x gn!reader You fluster Johnny with praise. - slightly subby Johnny, spit play if you squint -

Bully bully!John Soap MacTavish x gn!reader (college/highschool whatever au) Your bully finds you at the graduation party. His intentions are not what you expected. - hurt/no comfort, reader gets closure (kinda) -

Hostage Secured John Soap Mactavish x gn!reader People want to teach Johnny a lesson, what better way than to abduct his partner - angst, reader nearly dying, torture (not explicit), implied sa -

AUs

Baker!Johnny x gn!reader (ongoing) - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 -

Flirting

Short Stuff

Making Out

Simon Ghost Riley

Bad Dream

Oneshots

Not A Hero Just A Good Man Simon Ghost Riley x gn!reader Simon Confesses his sins, you're his absolution - hurt/comfort, angst, fluff -

No Simon says no during a make out session, how will you react? (Spoiler: like a decent human being)

Simon flinches Simon Ghost Riley x gn!reader Simon flinches during a silly argument. Now you have to deal with the aftermath

AUs

Butcher!Simon x gn!reader (ongoing) - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Anons and Rambles Names Comfy clothes Soap's visit TF141 Jealousy Hobbies

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Baker!Johnny x gn!reader Part 1 Part of the AU with Butcher!Simon and Bartender!Kyle Reader is taller than Johnny in this. Watch Johnny be down bad for you. Still haven't gotten better at spelling. And used a translator for Johnny’s accent. Regular english isn't even my first language so sorry if his accent is horrible. Thank you for reading! COD Masterlist | Part 2

Johnny hands the bag with the cake over to the blushing girl and winks at her. She’s giggling, fluttering her lashes at him, when the soft chime over the door announces a new customer. He looks up and stops dead in his tracks. It’s you. Thank god that the guys don’t know about his traitorous heart stumbling over the next few beats.

Suddenly the bashfulg girl is mostly forgotten and he barely gets out an “until next time, pretty.” because you’re stepping up to the counter grinning at him. You discreetly point your thumb over your shoulder at the girl that’s giggling with her friends while they leave.

“Charmed another one, MacTavish?”, you ask, obnoxiously wriggling your eyebrows at him and Johnny snorts, bracing his arms on the counter because he knows it puts his beefy arms on display.

“What can ah say, bonnie? Customer service is ma top priority.”, he looks up at you through his lashes, dramatically fluttering them and it makes you laugh. Wow, now he’s the one fluttering his lashes. What the hell are you doing to him?

You shake your head in amusement and look at the bread and sweets he has on display, giving him time to study you in peace. As always you look fantastic and Johnny wonders how he can make his move on you today. It’s not like you don’t flirt back. Honestly you always match his energy but you’re clearly joking. He never gets you shy and flustered like the other customers and it eats at him. It’s not fair that you get to him while he has next to no effect on you.

“I’ve come up wi’ a freish cake recipe. Would ye be up tae trying it for me? As mah most trusted customer?”, he asks and immediately your eyes find his. Sweets are your weakness, something he’s incredibly thankful for because it means he gets to see you almost every day. And oh, how you sweeten his day with your beautiful face and delectable body in turn.

“As if I could ever say no to that.”, you say excitedly while he puts a piece on a little plate, rounding the counter to give it to you directly. The smile on your lips is giddy when you take a bite and you close your eyes, moaning in delight at the taste. He can feel his ears getting hot from the sound.

“Whoa! That’s really good. And incredibly sweet.”, you manage to get out after a few bites and Johnny leans his hip against the counter. He’d never thought he’d ever want to be a cake, yet here he was. It’s pure luck that no one but you is at the shop currently and Johnny will be damned if he doesn’t make the most of it.

 “Took inspiration from ma fave customer. Tried tae make something that’s as sweet as ye.”, he says lowly and a little giggle escapes you at that.

“It that right, MacTavish? Trying to lure me in with sweet food and equally as sweet words?”, you ask, putting the plate down and giving him your undivided attention. Johnny nearly licks his lips at that.

He cocks his head to the side, one corner of his mouth lifting in a flirty grin. “A’ is fair in love n’ war, bonnie. If it’s for ye, then ah don’t mind playing dirty.” He pauses for a second. “Ah wouldn’t mind getting dirty.”, he adds on.

He knows his gaze is heavy on you but instead of blushing and ducking your head you step towards him, putting your arm on the counter and leaning on it, so close to him that he can practically feel your body heat. Closer, he wants you closer. It’s not close enough, it won’t ever be close enough with you.

You look down at him and bring a hand up to his cheek, brushing over it almost tenderly and bring it up for him to see the flour you wiped from his cheek with your thumb.

“I believe you already got dirty for me, MacTavish.”, you murmur, inclining your head.

Johnny looks up at you, with you this close the height advantage you have is even more apparent, and catches himself swallowing heavily. Did it get stuffy suddenly? He’s not sure he can breathe right anymore. How do lungs even work?

“Maybe ye shuid check if there’s ony other spots that git dirty.”, he breathlessly answers. Is that how his voice always sounds around you? Shit you’re right up in his space and having you so close makes it hard to think straight, yet you seem totally unfazed.

Suddenly you bring your other arm to the counter as well, on the other side of him, caging him in. Your forearms brushing his sides and he can feel himself suck a deep breath in at the unexpected contact. His own grip tightening on the counter, helping him to stay upright because suddenly his knees feel weak.

“Maybe you should take me back to the kitchen for a thorough inspection.”, you whisper, eyes intense on his, making it hard to keep looking at you. He’s one second from squeaking out a “Yes, please.” when you step back and laugh.

The tension building up between you two is gone so suddenly, it feels like a balloon audibly popped and Johnny swears his ears ring from the whiplash, when you shove one hand in your pocket and casually eye the display again.

“Can I have some of the new cake? It’s really great. I think it’s gonna be a hit.”, you say and smile at him, the flirtiness from a second replaced by your usual friendly but distanced behavior.

Johnny’s hands are still grabbing the counter in a death grip and he’s pretty sure he hears his joints creak when he lets go and flees behind the counter again. He really hopes it looks normal, because it feels like he’s running from you. Your way of flirting should be illegal. Are you even allowed to act like that in public?

“Sweet cake for a sweet body, comin’ right up.”, Johnny finds his voice again and you grin, rocking back on your feet evidently excited for the cake. Never has Johnny been happier over his choice to become a baker than when he gets to watch you be so giddy over the things he creates. How can you go from sultry to adorable so quickly?

“Your stuff is addicting, MacTavish.”, you say all smiles. He’s pretty sure the only thing addictive here is you. You and your way of going toe to toe with him just to leave him high and dry.

“See ya, pretty boy.”, you take your bag and turn, looking over your shoulder and throwing him a wink.

The door closes behind you before he gets a chance to croak out: “See ye tomorrow, bonnie.”

It’s probably good that you’re gone already and can’t hear the hoarseness of his voice. Fuckin’ hell. One of these days you’ll send him into cardiac arrest.