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↱„FLEETWOOD MAC'S COD MASTERLIST”↲

HERE'S A LINK TO MY GENERAL MASTERLIST [LINK]

CHARACTER LIST

alejandro Vargas,

John Price,

John "Soap" MacTavish,

Logan Walker,

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick,

König,

Keegan P. Russ,

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin,

Rodolof Parra,

sebastian Kruger,

Simon "Ghost" Riley.

It's a little wild I have to make multiple masterlists for each fandom I'm in lmfao

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[P.S. many of the things on this list are subject to change and probably WILL change!! :> and lmk if you want to be added to the annon list!! I'll be making that.]

↱„FLEETWOOD MAC'S MASTERLIST”↲

(IN FANDOM, CHARACTER, AND ALPHABETICAL ORDER.) (AND HERE'S MY FANDOM LIST; [LINK] :>!!)

CALL OF DUTY

alejandro Vargas,

John Price,

[FLUFF 1]

John "Soap" MacTavish,

[FLUFF 1]

Logan Walker,

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick,

König,

Keegan P. Russ,

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin,

Rodolof Parra,

sebastian Kruger,

Simon "Ghost" Riley.

[ANGST DRABBLE 1]

[FLUFF 1]

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

Anasui Narciso,

Bruno Bucciarati,

Caesar A. Zeppeli,

DIO Brando,

Diavolo,

Diego Brando,

Enrico Pucci,

Giorno Giovanna,

Guido Mista,

Gyro Zeppeli,

Jonathan Joestar,

Joseph Joestar,

Jotaro Kujo,

Josuke Higashikata,

Johnny Joestar,

Jean Pierre Polnareff,

Kars,

Leone Abbachio,

Muhammad Avdol,

Okuyasu Nijimura,

Noriaki Kakyoin,

Prosciutto,

Robert E. O. Speedwagon,

Rohan Kishibe,

Risotto Nero,

Santana,

Steely Dan,

Vinegar Doppio,

Wess/Weather Report,

Wammu,

Yoshikage Kira.

ONE PIECE

Bartolomeo,

Brook,

Bellamy,

Benn Beckman,

Buggy,

Coby,

Caesar Clown,

Cavendish,

Charlotte Katakuri,

Crocodile,

Donquixote Rosinante,

Dracule Mihawk,

Edward Newgate,

Eustass Kidd

Enel,

Franky,

Gol D. Rodger,

Iceburg,

Izou,

Kaidou,

Killer,

Kin'emon,

Kozuki Oden,

Monkey D. Garp,

Monkey D. Luffy,

Portgas D. Ace,

Roronoa Zoro,

Sabo,

Shanks,

Silvers Rayleigh,

Smoker,

Trafalgar D. Water Law,

Vinsmoke Sanji,

Yamato.

RESIDENT EVIL

Albert Wesker,

Ada Wong,

Chris Redfield,

Ethan Winters,

Hunk,

Jack Krauser,

Jill Valentine,

Leon Scott Kennedy,

Luis Serra Navarro.

This shit had me so lazy smh.. P.S. I'm sorry if a character you want written is't included, this is just based off characters i prefer!!

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THE FANDOMS I AM IN AND WILL WRITE FOR

I- ONE PIECE

II- JJBA (JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE)

II- RE (RESIDENT EVIL 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 7)

IV- COD (GHOSTS, COD MW/II/III COS WWII)

sorry as much as i love hybrid cod au i also love ancient greece/greek mythology cod au like...

'please don't worship me, you can't be gentle, is in your nature to hurt and kill' god of gentleness and purity!reader x 'i would move mountains for you; I'll cut my hands off so I can't punch, I'll pluck my teeth out so i can't bite, I'll shut my mouth so I can't curse; I'll refrain myself from lust; I can't be the purest man alive but please let me worship you' warrior!konig who's always covered in blood and literally burns her skin every time he tries to touch her.

anyways sorry for yapping, I'll work on the cow hybrid reader x bull simon xoxo

CoyoteHybrid! Philip Graves x Cowhybrid!Reader

CW: noncon, both degrading kink and praise kink, you're dumb, stupid, no brains, only beauty, no protection, cumming inside, Graves is an asshole

Mhmnhm, farmer! John Price, punishing cow hybrid! reader for being a brat by making you sleep outside with the other cows, you weren't used to sleep in the grass, you were so much smaller than the other cow hybrids, you looking like a calf next to the big ladies, they were so much older, so much more experienced, these cow ladies have been around for so long they already know what to do and not to do, and one of the things to not do was don't trust the coyotes, they might sound sweet but they just want to take a bite out of you — you wasn't aware of that, the other cows might seem sweet and even motherly but you're too shy to approach them, so you just lay in the grass, thinking about how mad you are at your farmer and how you miss your warm bed.

When, all of a sudden, you hear some noises coming from the woods, it is dark; you can't see anything. The bell on your collar ringing as you went to check what that was about, your little ears fluttering and your tail moving curiously — you shouldn't, you know you shouldn't, but this will teach a lesson to Price! Maybe this way, he'll learn to not leave you alone (even if you were acting like a brat).

You clumsily jump over the fence, staining your nightgown in the process. You follow the noise, trying to be quiet, but the bell on your neck makes it harder. Unfortunately, you can't take it off; only Price has the key, that bastard! You swear to yourself you're going to bite him as hard as possible when you see him.

"Oh... What do we have here?" You jump in surprise, a voice coming out from behind you. From the dark, he appears. A coyote with light blonde fur and blue eyes, he was tall, with a body you could describe as athletic, his tail swinging with curiosity, his eyes wandering your body as if you are his next meal, and he had a scar on one of his cheek; you wonder why...

He gets closer, making you freeze. What should you do? Run??? You've never been in a situation like this; you don't know what to do. He puts his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. Your body shivers, your ears get flat on your head, and your tail goes between your legs.

He sniffs you... And then bites down hard on your neck, drawing blood. "Ah!" You yell out in pain and surprise, using all your strength to push him away. He falls to the ground, and your legs immediately start running.

You don't know where you're going; he knows this place much better than you do, and the fact this stupid bell is on doesn't help! His footsteps are getting closer and closer; he's much faster, and in a quick movement, he pins you down to the ground.

You squirm, trying to get away. "Help! Help!" "Shh, shh... I'm sorry, m'kay? Shh..." He puts his hand on your mouth, silencing you. Tears stream down your face. That's it; you're dead. You're so dead.

"Didn't mean to hurt you, cow. You just smell so good." He smirks. You try to fight back, kicking your legs, but that's easy for him to pin down back again. "You look so fuckin' delicious, I could eat you whole, sweetheart." He, basically, whines out that he was... drooling... like a starved dog.

"Your ears look so soft... I wonder what they taste like." He gets closer to your face and bites on one of your ears, making you squirm and cry. But, from that position, one of your arms and hands was free, and you took the opportunity to try and fight back, giving him a slap on the face. That makes him freeze, stop munching on your ear, and stare back at you... And smile. A twisted smile.

"A fighter, uh? You're so adorable, cow. Have no idea how happy this makes me." He starts... Humping on you. Stupid nightgown, why did it have to be so short?! He seems to be turned on by the slap, a masochist; no matter how much you bite, kick, or slap, that only makes him more aroused.

You can feel his hard cock through your thin panties. He stops for a moment and stares at you. "You know... I was going to eat you. But I won't... Do what I say, okay? Or else..." You nod frantically, just wanting to go back to the farm and apologize for being so disobedient.

He gets up and forces you to your knees, making you face-to-face with his bulge. "Have you ever sucked cock, cow?" A shy and scared no is what comes out of your lips. "You're going to now." He unzips his pants and his boxers.

His cock was long and thick, with veins all over it, precum leaking out of the tip. He pumps it a few times before getting it inside your mouth. "Hmm... So warm and wet... Come on, up and down." He moves your head alongside the 'up and down' command, teaching you how to do it. "No teeth. If I feel one tooth, you're dead."

Scared, you begin moving; it felt so weird! Stretching your lips and throat in a way you didn't know was possible, it was so big, filling all of your mouth. You try to stop for a moment to breathe, but he forces your head back onto his cock. "Don't stop."

Tears in your eyes, you keep moving. After a while, he starts groaning a bit more, and then a strange liquid fills your throat; he forces your head in place, making you drink all of his cum. "Oh, fuck..." he moans.

The second he lets you go, you're coughing, breathing for air. "W-what was that?!" "My milk... You produce milk too, right? That's my milk, men's milk." He jokes, saying it in a tone as if you were stupid.

"C-can I go now?" You ask, voice shaky and shy. "What? Of course not." He kneels down in front of you and pushes you down to the ground again, aggressively taking off your panties and putting his cock in without warning. "Ah! No, wait—" "Shut up!" He smacks your face.

It hurts, it burns, but it's so good. You're so wet and tight, pretty pussy, so good it was just waiting to be ruined by a man like him. "I don't want to see your stupid tears..." He frowns, groans and moves you to lay on your stomach.

His moves are nothing close to gentle; they are aggressive and fast, your bell making noise every time his dick slammed back into your pussy, he smirks, "That bell is so cute.. I like it." Then, he moves even faster, wanting to hear more and more of the bell.

He's treating you like a sex toy. "You're so tight... So wet... You're turned on by this, aren't you? Dirty cow." "N-no—" "Yes, you are. You like this, don't you? You love a big, mean coyote like me, taking you by force." He teases you, his thrusts hard and hurting.

"I'm going to fill you up so good, little cow... I want you screaming my name." "I-I don't-I-" He scoffs, "You don't know my name? It's Graves. Graves is the man that is fucking' you." He pulls your tail, making you squeak and squeeze your walls against him.

He smirks, pulling your tail even more, making you cry more. Everything about this hurts, hurts so good... "Scream my name, stupid cow." "Graves! G-graves— ah!" "Good fuckin' girl, so cockdrunk, uh? Stupid cow, pathetic."

His moves start getting more and more out of rhythm, and that same warm liquid you felt on your mouth is now filling your pussy. He stimulates your little bundle of nerves, making you cum and squeeze around him once more without any effort. Without any ceremony, he pulls his cock out of your pussy and dresses himself up. Leaving you there on the ground, tired, cum dripping out of you...

Maybe you shouldn't have disobeyed Price.

Stupid cow.

König was still getting used to office work; this wasn't his way of working. He would rather smack the shit out of someone instead of being sat in a desk for the whole day and dealing with paperwork.

Wearing a tie and suit wasn't his thing; he kind of missed the weight of the gear on his body and the uniform that was all sweaty and dirty by the end of the day.

But you, you make it less miserable. You were the one to make sure he was ready to go, his sweet wife that makes his life worth living and that he loves with all his heart.

You always enjoyed tying his tie before he went to work, and he always enjoyed watching you. It was so adorable seeing his sweet wife so focused, with your tongue peeking out of your lips and your brow furrowed (the way you tie isn't the greatest, but he won't tell you that; he loves you too much). And then giving him a little kiss before he goes to work.

Last night, he arrived late, and when he got home, you were already sleeping and dinner was cold. He had to heat it up in the microwave and eat without you, had to wash the dishes without you, had to shower without you, and just then, he could cuddle your warm, soft body. He wanted more; he was needier that night, but, maybe you had a bad day, were tired or something, he didn't want to wake you up, having to take care of himself alone in the bathroom. He never imagined he would ever do anything like that again after getting married, but, oh well, he doesn't want to bother his sweet wife, who was always so caring and loving.

In the morning, everything went as usual; you cooked him breakfast while he showered. Of course, he called you to help him with his tie, the innocent sweet thing you always did before saying goodbye. But he was restless, his leg shaking, breathing a little too heavily, and the hands on your waist a bit too tight.

Fuck it, you looked too irresistible helping him like that, looking too cute tying your husband's tie, tongue peeking out, eyebrows furrowed, hands slightly touching his chest.

All of a sudden, he picks you up and throws you in the bed, the bulge in his pants now looking a lot more obvious...

Let's just say you had to help him with his clothes again and that he was late to work.

so uhh i want to write more stuff about the hybrid farm sooo who u guys think should be the mean coyote bc yeah i love mean man

ive been thinking maybe graves, makarov, krueger or nikto (dont worry abt konig i have special plans for him

You're a lil cow at a hybrid farm, your farmer is the person you love the most, his name is John Price and he loves you too! but you're just a little stubborn cow who refuses to get breed and produce milk to his farm even though you were VERY expensive and that is getting on his nerves, your body was made to make more babies and produce warm milk but you doesn't want to get breed... Until he basically forces you by saying 'if you don't contribute to the farm, you won't be part of it' and of course, you can't quite survive in the wild so you follow your farmer to the stall and... and the bull is scary! he's big, dirty blonde hair, penetrating dark brown eyes that seem to look into your soul and his fur makes it looks like he has a skull on his face, he's twice your size and so intimidating! You're just a cute lil cow, why does you mate have to be so scary? Didn't Price had other bulls that weren't so terrifying?! Like the one with the funny accent or the one that was always wearing a sunglass, they look are definitely are less intimidating than... This thing!

...

Well, at least the babies you and him made are cute and strong, and your milk is as delicious as Price imagined.

Precious Flower

Vladimir Makarov x Inexperienced!Virgin!Reader

cw: housewife kink, breeding kink, makarov is an asshole and a softie at the same time, kinda toxic relationship, forced marriage, p in v, misogynistic makarov if you squint, he's mean :(, rough sex, virgin inexperienced reader, unprotected sex

Makarov had everything he wanted — power, strength, money and loyal soldiers but there was one thing he wanted the most —, a wife.

He grew up in a very unstable household, his father used to yell at his mother for everything and his mother would yell back, they were both abusive to each other, he still remembers the day his mother threatened to poison his father, she was the one that cooked after all and how his father yelled names at her.

He didn't wanted that... Well, he doesn't want a woman that stands for herself, that's it. So he got you — an young inexperienced thing from a poor family that had more mouths than they could feed and wanted to get rid of you as soon as possible for some good money —, he knew it was illegal but he doesn't care, he's a terrorist after all.

You were such a shy, scared thing and Makarov didn't quite helped. While exploring his house (that apparently was your house too now), you accidentally found a secret room at the basement, full of guns, knives and gear and when he found you there, he basically dragged you upstairs and told you not to go there again.

Makarov just wanted three things when he gets back home — food, shower and some pussy — You always prepare his favorite meal each time he came back. Filled the bathtub with warm water and soap. But the last one you were always reluctant so the far it went was some blowjob. But today, he was determined to finally get inside of you, he was your husband after all, he deserves it.

After a long deployment, he gets home at night, approximately 8pm, he was tired, hungry, stinky and horny. "дорогой, where are you?" He calls out when he steps inside the house. "Here!" You shout back and he follows your voice, finding you cooking.

He, still in gear and dirty, hugs you from behind, pressing his cock against you, you can feel it, of course you can. "Mhm... What are you preparing?" He whispers in your ear. "It's your favorite, I can't remember that name..." You answer, getting tense as you feel him basically humping against you. It's not his fault, he gets so aroused just watching you doing domestic stuff, he's a bastard.

"I'm not hungry for food." He says in a dark and lustful tone before forcefully turning off the stove and picking you up, making you scream in surprise. "Vlad-" "Just shut up." He cuts you off, going upstairs, carrying you as if you weighted nothing.

He throws you in the bed and starts taking off his gear in a hurry, you just... Watch, he was so desperate it was quite amusing, you never knew you could have this power on a man. Soon, he was just in his boxers, he was muscular, full or tattoos on his upper body and a stab wound on one of his shoulders. "See? This is the body of a man."

"uh, i-i-" "Don't stutter, my woman speaks what's in her mind." He cuts you off again, he was always like this 'my woman dresses nicely' 'my woman is always clean and showered' 'my woman always cooks for me' 'my woman sucks my cock when i ask her to' 'my woman let me grope her without complaining' 'my woman obeys'

You gulps, "I... I'm not sure if im ready, Vlad." Nervous, you look away from him. He just... Stares at you, "I'll make you be." He gets in bed and helps you take off your dress, your body so soft compared to him, no battle scar, no scary tattoo, no wound scar, so warm and safe.

He kisses you, it was desperate and wet, you were inexperienced so— "You're a bad kisser." You just nod, embarrassed. He smirks, enjoying how embarrassed you were getting and then he goes down on your body, starting by kissing your neck and marking you, with his teeth and scent, eliciting soft moans from you.

He doesn't waste time with your breasts, he just goes straight to between your legs. He practically rips off your panties, making you flinch by how aggressive he was getting. "Don't be scared, it'll just hurt more if you get scared." He starts playing with your little bundle of nerves, enjoying the reactions he was getting out of you.

"Hm... You're so wet, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" He teases and you nod, he frowns and slaps your pussy, "Speak." "Y-yes, i-" another slap, "Don't stutter." "Yes!" Another one, "Louder!" "YES!" "That's it." He smirks seeing the tears forming in your eyes, it hurt so good, so pleasurably painful.

He goes around the entrance of your pussy with his finger before inserting one, "Mhm... Are you a virgin?" He asks and you nod, "What a pity, I'm not going easy on you." He warns and inserts another finger, you were so wet it was basically sliding in and out. He was so good with his fingers, applying enough pleasure on your clit and the right amount of speed to make you see stars.

Your back arch, it didn't took long for you to orgasm, you've already played with yourself before but it was nothing compared to this. He was starting to get impatient, he takes your fingers out of inside of you and forces his fingers inside your lips, making you suck them clean.

Makarov grabs your legs and puts them in his shoulders, releasing his leaking cock from the prison that was his boxers. He wasn't that long length wise but was thick, you knew that stretch was gonna hurt. He puts the tip in, making a wave go through your body, "W-wait-" he looks at you. "What's wrong?" He frowns, "I'm-" "It hurts?" "N-no, it's that-" "Then shut up." He makes you gulp, nodding.

He inserts the rest of his cock, it wasn't long but it reached just the right places, "Черт... Ты такой узкий." (Shit, you're so tight...) He moans, your walls sucking him in. Tears roll down your eyes, it did hurt, you hug him, scratching his back as a way to relieve the pain, he seems to like that as he let out a moan.

He starts moving slowly but it didn't took long for him to get faster and harder, he was so lost in the sensation of your warm, wet insides squeezing him, his hips moving like his life depends on it. "Блядь, блять... о боже... Сними это дерьмо, я хочу увидеть твои сиськи." (Shit, shit... Oh god... Take off that shit, I want to see your tits.) He then rips off your bra and starts going faster, enjoying seeing your breasts moving as he thrust in you.

He plays with your nipple, pinching them and squeezing your boobs. You were seeing stars, it was your first time, yes it hurts, but it was so good. You cum with a loud moan and he cums not so long after, finishing inside of you. "Ты будешь выглядеть такой красивой беременной." (You'll look so beautiful pregnant.)

You two were breathless, sweaty, he falls next to you, breathing heavy. You lay next to him on your side, feeling his seed leak out of you. After a few minutes, he gets up and picks you up, going to the bathroom. You had prepared a bathtub for him for when he get back, good move.

He puts you inside and then get in, hugging you from behind. "Was i too harsh?" "No..." You answer, sleepy. He rests his head against yours, smelling your shampoo, he loved your scent, so different from yours, he smelled like cigarettes, mud, sweat and you like... Home, cozy, floral and sweet. "Did it hurt?" "A little bit..." He frowns a bit, "Tell me if it hurts, I don't want to harm you." You nod, closing your eyes, "I will..."

He cleans the both of you, soaping your body with care and covering you with a warm towel. He doesn't bother to dress the two of you, so you and him sleep naked, so close to each other, he holds you like if he let you go, you'll disappear.

Maybe he has everything he always wanted now.

You're a lil cow at a hybrid farm, your farmer is the person you love the most, his name is John Price and he loves you too! but you're just a little stubborn cow who refuses to get breed and produce milk to his farm even though you were VERY expensive and that is getting on his nerves, your body was made to make more babies and produce warm milk but you doesn't want to get breed... Until he basically forces you by saying 'if you don't contribute to the farm, you won't be part of it' and of course, you can't quite survive in the wild so you follow your farmer to the stall and... and the bull is scary! he's big, dirty blonde hair, penetrating dark brown eyes that seem to look into your soul and his fur makes it looks like he has a skull on his face, he's twice your size and so intimidating! You're just a cute lil cow, why does you mate have to be so scary? Didn't Price had other bulls that weren't so terrifying?! Like the one with the funny accent or the one that was always wearing a sunglass, they look are definitely are less intimidating than... This thing!

...

Well, at least the babies you and him made are cute and strong, and your milk is as delicious as Price imagined.

König who's going on cutting bc he wants to get rid of his belly and get a 6 pack x wife!reader who gets worried bc her husband isn't eating as much as he used to (she think he's sick

an artist and his muse ⭑⚝²

pt1

artist! König x chubby!F!reader

!!content warnings: König is younger than canon, pistol mentioning, idk this is just fluff. Chubby reader. Extensive description of how to make a condensed milk cake. Maybe a bit out of character.

3,7k words — English isn't my first language, i apologize for any mistakes.

Since that day, you and König have been talking practically every day through the cellphone, König would often talk about his day and his new projects, sending you photos of the new paintings he was working on and recently, he started a new hobby: learn digital art. He would send you screenshots of his drawings, they were... Certainly something, it wasn't as great because he was used to work on a canvas with paint and such but, he was trying at least.

If he disappeared for 3-4 hours, you were sure he was just working on whatever his mind was thinking of, painting, digital art or even ceramic, yeah, he also started ceramic. He was trying to occupy his mind with something and it was obvious... You just didn't know he was trying to occupy his brain because you were everything in his mind.

König was having trouble painting because he couldn't focus on anything but you, his happiness was texting you everyday and looking at the selfies you send him anytime you were doing something mildly interesting, watching a movie, cooking, baking, oh god, baking, he could kill someone to taste those brownies you baked practically every weekend. He really wanted to ask you out on a date but he didn't have the guts to, you were such a pretty girl, who was he to think he had a chance with such a beautiful girl?

On your side... Well, it was the same. You were too shy to ask him out on a date, he was such a busy guy, he was painting and when he wasn't painting he was training his digital art and when he wasn't training he was doing ceramic, you didn't want to bother him. Your heart skips a beat every time he sends a photo of what he was working on, his face wasn't even on the photos but you were so in love it didn't even take too much to make you kick your feet and smile like a fool...

"Who are you talking to?" Suddenly, your father kicked you out of your thoughts, he was frowning and trying to peek on your phone as you were eating. You were already an adult but old habits never die to your father.

"M...my friend, his name is König." You reply, showing him the conversation, Anton takes a look and nods. "Your boyfriend?" He asks, you blushes slightly and shakes your head, "N-no, he's just a friend." You stutter. He gives you a look like 'yeah, sure' and then goes back to the living room, leaving you in the kitchen to finish your lunch.

You didn't have anything to do that day. You wanted to go out with your friends but they were all busy, you didn't have a photoshoot today, no modeling or something, so you would just enjoy the day, just being lazy... So you decided to bake a cake! Why not?

You looked for a recipe on the internet and found one you found interesting, 'Condensed Milk Cake'... Hmm, sounds good! And you have all the ingredients, luckily.

You grab the apron that was probably too old for its own good and protect your hair and start making the cake, it was therapeutic. In a large bowl, you pour the condensed milk, whisk in butter and the vanilla extract, over the bowl, sift four and the baking powder over the condenser milk mixture. After that, you grab the rice cooker, grease the interior with butter and pour in the batter, spreading it evenly in the rice cooker, you decide to top with some chocolate chips, put the cover on and cook for 20 minutes. After waiting, you pick a toothpick and poke the cake, it comes out clean so it means it is ready! You place a plate on top of the rice cooker pot and carefully invert. The scent of vanilla and condensed milk infested the kitchen. It was so good, you were proud of yourself, it looked delicious!

Your father walks in the kitchen, "What are you doing?" He asks, frowning slightly before he sees the cake, "Oooh, it looks good. Gimme a slice." He picks a knife and goes to cut the cake but oh no, your father didn't have the reputation of being the best cake cutter.

"Waaaaait!" You shouts, trying to stop him but your father was a man on a mission. He cuts a huge part out of the cake and walks away, you can practically see the evil smile on his face as he goes to his room, leaving you with less than a half of the cake... Goddamnit.

You sigh and decide to take a photo of the... Half cake you have, you grab your phone and try to get the best angle of it but yeah, a cake cut in half wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing thing ever.

Eating a slice of the cake while watching something was a pleasing experience at least, watching some old humoristic sitcom your father had on DVD since the 90s that he refused to get rid of was nice at best. You hear a notification coming from your phone and check it... It was König!

'Hallo, are you free tonight? I would be pleased to have dinner with you.'

You found it amusing how he always wrote it grammatically correctly, you could've never, sometimes you just forget how to write some words.

'Yeah, I'm free! Where do u wanna meet?'

'Meet me at the park, I am going to take you to the restaurant from there, at 7pm. Don't be late.'

You smile, he was always so assertive and direct sometimes, it was nice though, at least he wasn't confused about what he wanted and treated you well.

You start getting ready at 5pm, showering, doing your makeup, choosing the best clothing, fixing your hair, airdrying it and, oh god it's already 6:56pm! You run out of the house, forgetting to bring your lip oil.

You go to the park and look around for König, it was 7:04pm. You feel a cold hand on your shoulder, looking over your shoulder...

"Oh, hi Kö! How are you?" It was König! He didn't seem mad at you, good. He smiles and gives you a little pat on the head.

"I'm fine. Let's go to my car." Simple as ever. He takes your hand and leads you to the car, opening the car door for you. You two make small talk in the car on the way to the restaurant. He was wearing some nice clothes, a white button shirt that was rolled up to his elbow, black tailored pants with a belt and black shoes. It was minimalistic and he looked good on it. You could see some scars on his arms, that was interesting, maybe he wasn't always an artist.

The restaurant was nice, had a warm atmosphere and some relaxing jazz music playing. You order some alfredo pasta and chicken with some orange juice, he orders steak with onion, rice, salad, some rustic potatoes and... You lost track of the list after that, he was a bottomless pit. Oh, he ordered some apple juice for himself too.

"So, what do you like to do in your free time? When you're not doing paintings and such." You were the one to start the conversation, noticing that Konig was more of the quiet type and that, depending on him, the date would be mostly silence and eating.

"I enjoy... Uh... I enjoy television shows, I watch it when I'm... I'm not doing art..." He stuttered, not looking at you directly, you noticed that he was very nervous, his hands shaking, it was very different from the man you met before. Maybe you were starting to get under his shell.

Your soft smiles didn't help much. His mind was going a mile a second, his hand shaking and his body couldn't relax, he felt like everyone was staring at him, why wouldn't they? He's on a date with a cute girl while he looks like this giant freak, you probably don't even like him, you're just with him because you pity him youcangetsometingbetterthanhimyou—

"König?" Your soft voice slaps him out of his trance, his eyes focusing on your worried expression, "Are you okay? You seem... I don't know—" "I'm fine." He cuts you off, his hands still fidgeting underneath the table.

You were a bit confused and even a little shocked. He was so serious, confident before and now he's shaking like a wet cat. Well, he's trying to hide it but it's obvious, someone his size can't hide. You decide it's best to let him relax, stay silent for a while, let him recompose.

Well... His brain was going miles an hour, waiting for YOU to say something, to talk about something YOU like, maybe you could even forget he's there and just ramble away his anxiety... But that doesn't happen. He's waiting for you to talk and you're waiting for him to speak. Both so awkward, his anxious behavior getting into you, where you are scaring him? Why? What have you done? Did you do something that made him uncomfortable? Doeshenotlikeyouanymore-

Then, the waiter arrives after what felt not even a second, you swear you had just ordered not even 10 minutes ago. The waiter places your order in front of him and two of König's extensive list of food, the potatoes and the beef. The orange juice being placed in the middle for the both of you.

He awkwardly starts cutting his beef, the cutlery was so small in his hands that it made a task as simple as cutting a steak difficult. You eat your pasta, staring at nowhere as your mind is non stop thinking that you did something wrong. You both reached for the orange juice glass, his fingers touching yours before he flinched his hand away, just reassuring that he was scared of you on your worried brain.

The rest of the date was... Not cozy, just two looked like two pathetic wet cats that didn't know where their mama went and was scared of the world. He pays for everything, even if you insisted that you had money. You two step out of the restaurant, some significant distance from each other, and just... Staying there, waiting for the one another to say something.

"Look-" "I'm sorry-" You two speak up at the same time, eyes meeting in an anxious atmosphere, silence remains for a few seconds. "Hear-" "I apologize-" Interrupting one another again, the atmosphere getting tenser and tenser, you both take a deep breath, taking a step closer to each other. He let you talk first.

"I'm sorry, I'm not aware of what I did but I apologize for making you uncomfortable." You speak up, playing with the hem of your clothes as you try to sound not nervous.

He frowns slightly before sighing and nodding, "I'm the problem. You're not the problem, I've always been this... Social awkward, since I was a teenager. It's not your fault." He reassures, taking a step closer... Closer... Closer until he's right in front of you. He looks at you... "It's going to snow, you should go home." Before he lifts your chin and gives you a forehead kiss...

Then he turns around and walks away, you don't know that but he's panicking inside, his hands shaking and his heart beating like a drum, his face red as a tomato... That man saw you naked and is flustered because he gave you a forehead kiss! Men...

Well, you were blushing too, your mouth opened slightly in shock... The snow starts to fall, the cold feeling makes you feel even hotter inside, it has just started. You didn't know what to do so you do the same as him, you turn around and walk home... No, you can't do that. You stop in your tracks, turn back and start running towards him.

"König!" You shouts, making him stop and turn to see you. You don't know what you're doing and why but you feel like you need to do this. You reach him, panting, you weren't used to exercising. "I'm- I'm-" "You don't need to be sorry, it's okay." He cuts you off.

"No, that's not it, I-i... I-" You look up at him and you just... Can't finish your phrase, he's so handsome your heart beats and your brain stops.

He smiles softly and ruffles your already messy hair, "You shouldn't stay outside, you're gonna catch a cold... Wanna go to my place?" He speaks up, and honestly, he's being too damn bold, his heart feels like it's gonna explode out of his chest, he's trying to keep this cool guy persona but... That's not him.

You definitely didn't want to freeze outside so... "Y-yeah, sure." You nod. He takes your hand and starts walking to his car. This all feels too... Unbelievable... Damn, you're going to a guy's house after the first date? What are you? You silently judge yourself but König isn't like other guys... You hope.

The car ride back to his place was silent, some random song in German playing on the radio. His car was fine, definitely not the best or the most expensive but also not the cheapest, it was a nice car that had the necessary to live. When arriving at his place, the snow was already filling the streets with its soft whiteness, he opens the door and gets inside after you. The place was... Nice? It was a bit messy but it was comfortable.

"Make yourself at home. The TV has a little sound problem but nothing that will bother you, I'm going to take a shower, there's a few snacks in the drawers in the kitchen if you feel hungry." He welcomes you, giving you a faint smile before going to his bedroom.

You look around... Should you explore? Yeah, why not? As soon as the shower starts, you begin to wander around the house. The drawers were filled with snacks and the fridge with water, milk and egg... Nothing else. How did this man lived? Whatever. You go to the living room and turns on the TV, putting on your favorite show, yeah, the sound definitely has a problem but your ears would probably get used to it, it was some sort of faint static it could be heard on the background but whatever. As you wander through the house, the drawer closes to the door catches your eye, you open it and... A pistol and a dog tag. Your eyes widen slightly but then you frown, you take the dog tag and before you can read anything in it, a hand rips the dog tag from yours, your heart falls, your face going pale.

You gulped and looked at König, his face was dark, his eyes filled with disappointment, your eyes immediately went back to the drawer, not wanting to look at him, your hands shaking. He sighs and throws the dog tag back in the drawer and closes it. "Forgot to lock it."

You two stay silent for a while, before you murmur an "Sorry." Nervously. He shakes his head, "Don't be. It's okay to be curious... Just don't do it again." His voice was deep and dark, like if he was giving an order...

"... I'm gonna order some pizza. We can watch a movie, c'mon." He tries to sound more excited as he pulls you by the waist, leading you to the couch. You were still shocked, but trying to relax as you do breathing exercises. He tried to make small talk but you were still thinking about the pistol and the dog tag...

The pizza arrives not long after, he picks it up and goes back to the couch, placing the pizza on top of the living room mini table and putting on some movie on Netflix.

The silence was uncomfortable, the pizza munching sounds not helping. After half an hour, he pauses the movie and looks at you. "I have to explain something to you." He says in a serious tone. You look back at him and gulps, nodding.

He takes a deep breath, "I used to be a soldier, a lieutenant. I was in the army from 17 to 29, almost 30. I retired earlier because of my mental health, it was killing me from the inside." He puts his hand on his chest, "I had no choice. I've done a lot of things that shouldn't have been done and I regret it with my heart."

"You're... A war criminal...?" You ask, the tone quiet and uncertain. He shakes his head, "No... No, not that I'm aware at least." He chuckles nervously, looking away, "I've... Killed a lot of men. My hands are filled with blood... But I've never wanted it, I never wanted to be a soldier, to kill people. I've always loved art, and I'm doing what I want, what I love now and I can't escape my past, it doesn't matter where I go. My soldier self is part of me, I can't get away from it." He vents, his tone getting sadder and more self aware.

You nod, taking a breath and sighing, "I don't know how it feels, how it is to have such a hard backstory... Are you in therapy at least?" You ask and he nods, "I take meds.. I don't want to talk about it."

Nodding, you sigh, "I understand... I'm sorry for sneaking in your things, I shouldn't have done that." You clench your fists and look at your lap, feeling trapped, disappointed at yourself... Until, he takes your chin and lifts your face to look at him. "It's okay." He says, softer, making your heart beat faster. He gets closer... Closer... Closer, until your lips touch his. You immediately kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiles on the kiss and takes you closer by your waist until your legs are on his lap. The kiss is soft, like a make-up kiss, warm.

You were the one to break the kiss, your eyes meeting his... And he panics, "Oh verdammt— es tut mir leid— I'm sorry, you're just so pretty and I'm so awkward, I'm-" He freaks out, immediately taking his hands out of your waist. You smile and giggle.

"It's okay, I liked it." You take him by the cheek, making him look at you. "You- you did?" He asks, not believing you. You nod and smile, "Yeah." "Y-yeah?" "Hell yeah!" You giggles and kisses him, you taking the lead now. This one was much more playful than intense as the last one, you break the kiss a few times because you were giggling and he starts giggling too. He pulls you closer as he lays down on the couch, you getting on top of him. You two start laughing, apparently for no reason at all.

After relaxing, you two just cuddled, he was warm and you even warmer due to your weight. It was comfortable and the closeness was making the heart of the both of you relax. Him giving you forehead kisses from time to time. "Hey... You wanna sleep here?" He asks and you nod, "Sure, why not."

The night falls and you were used to showering before sleeping and you definitely needed one... But you had no clothes to wear! He was okay with sharing the bed with you and you didn't want to smell bad. So you asked for some of his clothes, he at first laughed but then gave you a shirt and some boxers.

For some reason, the water of his shower was freezing cold and had no heating option, so poor you. His shirt was bigger than your, that was rare, that never happened with your exes, it was nice to now have someone that was bigger than you, it makes your heart warm... and the boxers a bit loose but fitted better than the shirt, you put your hair on a bun with a satin scrunchie and go to lay with him. The heater was on so that was nice. "Goodnight." You tell him before he turns off the lights and lays next to him.

..."Can we cuddle? You're warm and I like your weight on top of me..." He asks a bit shyly, your heart beating faster. You look at him and nod, snuggling closer to him, he pulls you closer, getting you slightly on top of him. "Goodnight." "Night..." And you both fall asleep.

When you woke up he was already up. You stretch and yawn, going to the kitchen after fixing your hair (or trying) and he was already there, eating his breakfast. His eyes light up as he sees you, "Morning. I made breakfast! Eat!" He says, sounding excited. You smile and join him, it wasn't the best but it was good enough.

You two spend the afternoon together, watching movies, chatting, playing in the snow. At night, you were ready to go home. He drives you to your place, and in the door, he kisses you goodbye.

You get in the house, very happily, smiling widely and your father notices, he smirks. "Just a friend, uh?" He teases and you chuckle. "Boyfriend now, dad." You correct him playfully and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew it.”

Sorry, this took too long!! I was in a creativity block and didn't know what to do but i hope this is fun to read!!! Love yall, stay safe, xoxo from Kel. Feel free to send me asks!

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artist! König x chubby!F!reader

!!content warnings: nudity, suggestive but nothing happens, Konig is slightly cold and rude, shaving, reader is described as 'plump' 'chubby'. Slow burn.

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You were the daughter of a model, your father in his youngers was a famous model, modelling for artists and his body was practically all over Austria, in paintings, portraits, movies, you name it! Every slightly artistic place you went he was there. He was more famous in Austria than internacionally but he was still famous, a bunch of people would recognize him even in a small country, that was sure... And you were an introvert.

You didn't liked the attention, how everyone's eyes were always on you, trying to interview you, to get into your personal life and invading your space. You never meet your mother and the fact you looked a lot like your father didn't helped, apparently, you mother was an immigrant that got deported back to her country and her DNA was nowhere to be found... So you lived all your life with your father, Anton. You were half Austrian and half whatever your mother was, you didn't looked like an stereotypical Austrian girl, that was sure but you also didn't fit any other stereotype, making your beauty unique...

One thing was sure, the few genes that were in your body from your mother made a difference. While you father was more muscular, you were more plump, chubby. You father never bodyshamed you but he did made your exercise but you could never lose the weight, you weren't unhealthy you just... Couldn't change your body and surgery was out of question, your father never needed one, why would you?

One day, you decided to try modelling. Starting at something small since you didn't liked the spotlights, you model for a local clothes store that were looking for bigger model and just your last name made them immediately accept you. You just took a few photos and done, you made great money and was happy.

You decided to buy something sweet before going back home, you get inside a ice-cream parlor and orders your favorite milkshake and some donuts. You sit down on one of the comfy pink chairs and starts eating... Then, this wall of a man walks in, he had a long wavy ginger hair, a tired expression and glasses on, he was handsome, you can't deny it. He orders some sundae and sits down, waiting.

He takes off a sketchbook and starts sketching some poses and expressions. You decides to be nosy and peeks on it but he notices and closes the notebook, "oh sorry- I'm...I was just intrigued... Sorry." You apologizes, thinking you might have made him uncomfortable but then his sundae is ready and he stands up to grab it and then walks out of the parlor. You sigh and goes back to your donut.

You finished and just then you noticed, the man had forgotten his sketchbook. You grab it and opens it, he had a lot of drawings there, that man had so much talent, hot and smart? That's your type. His signature was almost unreadable but you can make a few letter out of it and assumes its something along the lines of 'König'... Well, king. You assume it's just a nickname, a bunch of artists has those artistic names just to be easily recognized and such. You liked how that sounds, 'König'...

You grabbed his sketchbook and starts walking around the city, looking for him but you couldn't find him anywhere, he could've took an Uber and already be in another city and you were there, with his random guy sketchbook... You take a closer look and finds at one of the last pages, 'If lost — call (xxxxxxxx)' and then a phone number. You dial the number on your cellphone and after a few seconds, it's accepted.

"Hello?" "Hello, hm... Is this König?" "Ja." You gulps, this man had only spoke two words and you were already falling in love with his deep voice.

"Uh... You were at the ice cream parlor earlier and you forgot your sketchbooks, I'm waiting here on front of it, I'm with it." You explains and it goes silent for a while. "Scheisse..." Then, he hangs out, leaving you confused. You assume he's coming, so you stay there.

...

You get distracted by your phone, spending time on whatever social media you were until you heard a raspy voice behind you, "Hey." You jump in surprise, looking at the guy behind... It was the big guy, "oh hey..." You replies and he reaches out for the sketchbook, in which you give him.

You two stare at each other until you can see him frowning under the mask, "You're... Anton's daughter?" He questions and you nods, his eyes widen slightly. "Mein gott... You're identical to him." He says, a bit amazed, you were beautiful but he thought you would be somewhere else, at a fancier ice cream parlor, where the ice creams would be so expensive a commoner like him wouldn't never even feel the sweet taste of the cold dessert... But you were in front of him, at a mediocre at best ice cream parlor, looking up at him with your pretty eyes.

"Everyone says that, you're not the first." You spoke, smiling up at him. "Oh by the way, what's your name? I saw here that is König but-" "Call me that." "Uh?" "König... My name is König." He interrupts you a few times, making you chuckles. "Well... You aleady know my name." You replies and he nods, "Who doesn't?" He jokes and laughs softly, making you giggle.

You look up at him. He wasn't an ugly guy, no, he was quite handsome actually, his smile was even prettier, the scar on his lips was such a charm and his tired eyes were so hypnotizing... You noticed you were staring for too long and looks back down, blushing slightly, getting embarrassed. "Sorry- I-i...I'm just intrigued, you're so tall and big." You excuses, gesturing confused, trying to explain yourself. He shakes his head, "I don't care." He says, a bit harshly, "I need to go, delete my number. Bye." He starts walking away before you could say goodbye back and question why he wanted you to delete his number... But you do as what he asked.

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A few weeks passed by after the unusual encounter with the scary big artist guy at the ice cream parlor. You went to that same ice cream parlor practically everyday after modeling but he never came back.

One day, you were walking in the park, just looking around, petting some cats here and there, watching the ducks swimming and then you notice that same guy, with a canvas, painting the lake with the duck. He had his hair tied back this time, he notices you at the other side of the lake and looks at you for a moment before going back to the canvas. You quietly approached him, you weren't the only one watching him paint, 2 or 3 more people watching, one of them with a child but you were the only one there when he finished, at 6pm.

He stares at it. He doesn't look like someone that likes what he sees as he frowns slightly. "I think it looks good." You steps in, looking at the painting, a gentle breeze passing by, making you shiver, "oh, I forget how cold Austria can be sometimes..." You says, a bit embarrassed. He doesn't even look at you as he keeps eyeing the canvas, trying to figure how what he did wrong. He stares at it for a few minutes until it clicked... The ducks, he forgot the ducks but it was already late and he had to come back tomorrow to try again. He starts packing his thing while you rambled, he wasn't even paying attention. He walks away without looking at you.

"Rude..." You sighs and whispers to yourself until another cold breeze comes and you start running back home desperately.

Your father was at the living room when you got back home, "You forgot your hoodie?" He says, not taking the eyes out of the book he was reading, "I didn't know it would be that cold today." You replies. "It was all over the news, tonight it's a snow night." Your father says and before you could reply, he interrupts, "The bathtub it's filled with warm water, go take a shower, you smell bad." He complains. You rolls your eyes and goes to the bathroom.

You grab your cellphone before stepping into the bathtub, you always liked listening to music while cleaning yourself — even if your father complained —, you put on your favorite playlist but then, you receive a message. It was the clothe store you modelled for the last time.

"Hey, are you free next weekend? We need you to model some new skirts, shirts and sweaters for our winter season." It reads, you reply with a 'yes' and they send you the informations about the time and place.

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The week passed by like a minute and it was already the weekend. You got ready for the photoshoot, took a shower, the hairstylists fixed your hair and you went to try on the new clothes, they were cute and really warm, the skirts had warm shorts sew on them, making a good job on protection and keeping the person warm, the sweaters were cute and really, really warm, the long sleeved shirts had a cute print on it. The photoshoot was at the park, they closed an area of the park so you could take the photos, you were really nervous since a lot of people were watching you pose and the snow was making everything harder, the cameraman having to often clean the lenses even with the lense protection because the thin snow was getting underneath it.

Everything went well, the photos were pretty, you were amazing and the clothes were ready to be sold, you even got a few of them! You were getting ready to leave the park when someone approached you... It was the big guy from a few days ago. He just... Stared at you, he hands you a paper and then walk away, he didn't even ran, he just... Simply, walked away, leaving you confused.

You opened the paper and it was... A bunch of sketches of the poses you were making during the photoshoot and a big sketch of you, even the smallest detail of the skirt and oh god, how did he made the sweater look so comfy with just a bunch of lines? Your eyes were practically shining, impressed by the amount of details. You noticed a phone number on the back of the paper, 'call me.' it says. You think for a moment and puts the paper on your backpack carefully.

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It was 10pm when you got home, exhausted. The day was filled with you and the editor of the magazine of the clothe store, he was a new guy there and was always asking for your feedback, the only problem was that he talked a lot! He was talented, amazing, but he just couldn't shut up for a minute and you had to listen to his annoying rambling for hours to the point you started having a headache.

When you got home, you took some headache meds and took a warm shower, cleaned your hair and put on your pajamas. You practically jumped on the bed, the warm temperature of your room making you immediately fall asleep.

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You woke up at 7am Went to the kitchen and you found a note, from your father, 'I went to Mödling, gonna meet a woman. Take care of yourself. There's money on my room, be safe and smart.' it wrote. You rolls your eyes and sighs, your father was always like this, went to another place, minutes, hours or even days away just to meet someone, it always annoyed you but you couldn't do anything, you're in your 20s and he was in his 50s, changing him wasn't easy and he absolutely loved his car, you think he loves that car more than he loves you... But at 7am?! He was crazy.

Anyway, you made some breakfast for yourself, something simple as you were just going to stay at home today. You were planning to just lay around and watch TV the whole day, you really wanted to watch that new series on Netflix... But then you remembered the paper the big guy gave you and the number on it. You decided to message him while you ate, not really thinking he would answer you, it was 7am after all...

'Hey, it's Anton's daughter, the model girl :) how are you?' you sends and then goes back to eating.

It took a few minutes but he texted back, 'hey'... Dry and simple as always. You two texted for a few minutes until he eventually went straight to the point.

'i need a model and I saw you at the park, you're perfect for what i want to do, how much do you ask for an hour?' He sends, you were taken by surprise, he wants you to model for him? Yeah, sure, whatever, that's what it's paying for bills for a long time now. 'how much are you willing to pay?' '€30/hour.' you think for a moment, €30 is fine but you don't know how long it is going to take... So you ask. 'How long it would take?' '4-5 hours.' oh wow, that was a quick response, he probably already has all your questions answered and you're just wasting your time now.

'when and where?' 'today at 10am, at the local museum, i have a room for myself there, it has cameras, you can call a friend if you want if it makes your feel safer with me, I just want to get my work done.' another quick response, you send him a thumbs up and he answered with an 'okay'.

You finished eating, washed the dishes, did your bed, organized the living room and took a shower, you don't often shave but you decided to shave your legs, arms and armpits. Exfoliating your skin gently and then using the soft razor that was like a massage on your skin, soft and gentle, then moisturizing with a cream for post-shave that smelled so good you were addicted.

It was 9:40am, you got dressed with something simple, simple jeans short, a white shirt and some comfortable shoes and socks, everything so simple that if someone saw you at the streets they couldn't even know your dad is one of the most famous men in Austria. You got into your bike and starts riding to the museum while listening to some music.

You arrived at the museum at 9:57am, took off your headphones and headed inside, König was there, waiting for you. You two looked at each other. "Hey." You says and he motions for you to follow him. He leads you to a backroom, filled with art supplies such as empty canvas, paints, a bunch of brushes, chair and such.

He takes a deep breath, "take off your clothes." He says, shocking you. Like, you don't even know his real name and he wants to see you naked?... Yeah, sure, that's what being a model means. You nods and takes off your clothes, staying on your bra and panties. He stares at your body for a moment but it doesn't look like he's looking at you lustful or like something sexual but rather as something to be studied and adored. He nods and explains you how to pose.

He sits you in the edge of a chair, putting your hands on your knees, 'the palms down' he repeats, tilting your head a bit to the left side, letting your hair fall in your shoulders, placing the right leg over the left one and arching your spine a bit.

After 40 minutes or so, you couldn't tell the time, you started to get bored, he wasn't talking to you and making small talk was useless, that man was concentrated and didn't want to talk. "Hey." You say and he doesn't even look at you, "hey... Heeey!!" He then looks at you, sounding a bit frustrated, "what?" "Can you turn the TV on? I'm bored." He sighs and turns on the TV, putting on a random sitcom. It was good, too good, you starts chuckling and giggling at the bad jokes, smiling and probably ruining the neutral expression he wanted you to keep.

He shakes his head, "You seem to be enjoying yourself." He commented, not leaving his eyes out of you and the canvas. "It's not everyday i pose practically naked for an artist i met at an ice cream parlor." You answered and he even smiles a bit.

"Thats true." He replies and continues on the painting, after a few minutes, you opened your mouth again. "Do you work with your art?" You asks, he nods, "I do commissions, people pay me to paint then and I have my own little exhibition on the museum." He replies, brushing the canvas talentedly, seeming a bit more good humored.

"Do you paint a lot of naked people or is it just me?" You asks, smiling and König laughs a bit. "I've had my fair share of naked paintings, you're not the first one and probably not the last." He laughed but it didn't last long until his cold expression came back. His expressions change so quickly it's actually impressive.

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You were getting tired, your butt was hurting of sitting down on that goddamn chair for so long and your hand was itching and the sitcom was getting bored, how long has it passes? 2 hours, 3 hours? Before you could fall asleep, König speaks, "We are gonna do a pause now, it's..." He looks at the clock, "It's 1pm, I'm gonna get us some lunch. Put your back on if you wish." He stated and put the brush and palette he was using on the table next to the canvas. You grab your clothing and puts it back on, it was good to put your clothes back on, you stepped outside and... Oh, it was snowing again and you didn't had your hoodie with you, damn.

You followed König to a cafeteria, it was a simple and cute little place with not a lot of people and a cheap selfservice. You got just spaghetti and orange juice and König... His plate was a mess, honestly, and he was drinking water. You decided to start some small talk, "How old are you?" You ask. "32." He replied, more focused on eating than answering you, you nodded, taking the hint that he doesn't want to talk but at least now you know his age. And you two got back to the museum after eating at 1:40pm.

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Hours passed by like a minute and all of a sudden, he was finished with the painting and you were tired and it was just 5pm! He grabbed the canvas to the outside to dry while you put your clothes back on and drank some water. You went outside to the garden, where he was with the painting and you finally got a look at the canva... It was amazing, beautiful, you were mesmerized, your eyes shining but then, the cold breeze hits you again, slapping you out of your state, "Oh, shit-" you complained, hugging yourself to keep warm.

König looks at you and sighed, he approached you and took off his jacket and wrapped it around you, "I'll take you home. It's not safe to ride a bike in the snow." He says and leads you outside, you nods and follows him, putting on his warm jacket. He opens the car's door to you, what a gentleman.

You tell him his address and he starts driving, the bike on the car trunk, the warmer of the car keeping you two warm and a music coming out of the radio. It took a few minutes to get home and you the two of you got there, what was just a simple snow turned into a snow storm, you didn't thought twice when you insisted to visit him inside... But he refused.

"I can go home. I'll be fine." He insisted, "No, c'mon, I'll make some coffee for us, I- "I said no." He says, as cold as the snow, he walks away like the first time you two meet at the ice cream parlor. You were frustrated, all of that, he saw you naked, he payed for your food, he drove you home and he wouldn't let you return the favor? "Rude!" You shouts and he turns back to you, looking a you frowning, "What's wrong with you? I just want to help! It's a snow storm, you're gonna get stuck in the snow! Let me return the favor, König!" You shouts, the sound of the wind muffling your voice slightly. He seemed to think for a moment when he starts walking back to you and get inside your house.

König took a deep breath and looks at you as you locked the door and took off your shoes. "Why?" He asks and you looks up at him, "what-" "Why are you helping me? Why do you care?" He interrupts, sounding a bit desperate, damn, who hurt this man? "I couldn't let you freeze outside, you'd die." You replies, turning on the warmer. It was just 6:30pm and you were hungry and delivery was out off limit so you would have to cook. He nods and sits down on the couch, looking nervous.

You went to the kitchen and starts to cut some vegetables, he quietly walks behind you, "can I help?" He offered his help and you give him the meat, "Cut it, season it with salt and add it to the oil in the frying pan." You practically ordered, focused on the vegetables. He does as you asked, you two talk while cooking and you discovered a few things about him. He was single, served the army for 10 years, was an only child and was allergic to peanuts and some other things. His smile was beautiful and his long hair falling on his broad shoulders was so handsome... He was handsome!

You and König sat down to eat looking at each other, "Hm- you put too much salt on the meat." You commented and he smiles, "sorry." He apologizes. You two eat mostly in silence and it was already 7:50pm when the plates were empty and the dishes were clean. You helped König organize the guest room for him, finally fixing the broken warmer of the room with his help, you gave him a disposable toothbrush and grabbed a few clothes from your dad so König could shower.

It was 9:20pm, König was sleeping and you were on your room... Feeling a warm sensation on your chest, it was love, it was obvious but you don't know if he loves you back, he was so hard to understand, difficult to read. You took a deep breath and tried to relax, you fell asleep after some long minutes.

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You woke up at 8am and went to the living room, you saw König getting ready to leave. He looks at you, "Hey." He says, "Thank you for letting me sleep here tonight." He added, you nods. You approached him and gives him a hug, "Be safe out there, okay?" You says and he returns the hug, in a bold movement, he kisses you forehead and smiles, "Bye... Can you open the door?" You nods, blushing slightly, you open the door and steps ouside, the snow practically melted, he waves at you and smiles, "Bye!" You waves back, smiling and blushing. You close the door and sighs happily, your heart beating fast, your face red and a dumb smile on your face.

Well, you have things to do, so it's best to forget him for now. For now.

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Little Mermaid 🌊🐬 pt 2 !

part 1!

mermaid!reader x sailor!John Price

!!warnings: fluff, none really just super cute :) F!Reader

English isn't my first language! Not proofread, i apologize for any gramatical mistakes

It has been a few weeks since the strange encounter with the mermaid and captain Price hasn't stopped thinking about her since then. Her beautiful tail, who had shine in that moonlight, the cutesy way she spoke... He wasn't being able to get her out of his mind.

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A few months passed. He had lost hopes to find the mermaid again, she was probably too scared to get out of her place again, he tried staying up as long as he could but he was always dragged to bed by his sailors after 2 am...

Price had a mission today, catch some fish. He prepared everything and got on his boat, he wasn't planning on getting some big catch, just some small fishes that he could eat in 2 or 3 days.

He was in a safe distance from land but still a few far into the ocean, the sea was calm and he didn't had any worries...

While waiting for some fish to take the bait, he starts appreciating the landscape... Which was just the sun and water, but it was still beautiful.

After a few moments, he starts noticing a strange movement on the water, it was getting closer and closer and closer... He grabs his gun and points at it but when he sees the familiar color of the mermaid's tail, he immediately puts it back down.

"Y/N?! Is that you?!" He shouts, looking at the water for any sight of you until you emerged from the water, looking at him with curiosity.

You wanted to ask him what he was doing here, in the middle of nowhere, if he was lost but you couldn't figured out how to say it, it was too complicated for you.

He sighs in relief, "I thought you were dead." He says and sits back on the boat, "What brings you here?" He asks, grabbing a cigarette from his backpack and lightening it up.

When you doesn't answer, he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "Did the cat got your tongue?" He asks. You tilts your head, looking at him confused... What's a cat?

"What... What cat?" You asks, trying to sound audible, the strong accent making it almost impossible. Price stares at you for a moment before realizing... You don't know what a cat is. He chuckles, looking at you softer.

"Cat is a domestic animal, a feline. You know what a pet is?" He added, looking at you and taking a puff of the cig. You nods, you've read about dogs before in your books but never cats.

"Well cats are... Like little lions, tigers. They hunt rats, cockroaches, uh... You don't know what any of these are, right?" He explained and then asked and sighed when you nod. He took off his phone from his backpack and showed you a picture of a cat, "that's my cat, his name is Whiskers, my daughter begged for a cat after she went to her friend's house, she takes care of him and such." He spoke, smiling.

Your eyes sparkles, that thing was cute! The cat's orange fur mixed with white was adorable, his big dark eyes and pointy ears were like nothing you saw before. Price chuckles, seeing how amazed you looked, you try reaching for the phone but he flinches, "Nuh uh. You're gonna get it wet." He puts his phone back on the backpack, you looks up at him confused and he smiles, "Don't give me that look... Hey, can you get on the boat?" He asks and gives him hand for you to grab. You grab his hand and he lifts you up like if it was nothing and puts you on the boat, that's when he gets a good look on your body.

Your tail was beautiful, shining in the sunshine, the jointed fingers and the fact you didn't had a belly button, it was weird but fascinating, you were so pretty, the wet hair and how the sun shines in your skin was mesmerizing.

"Oh god, you're so beautiful." He was amazed, he touches your cheek and caresses it, feeling your soft skin and how cute your eyes were, it was nothing like he saw before, big but with sharp pupils, probably to see better on the dark sea, you touches his hand, leaning into it, his touch was so comfortable and warm and your skin was chill, kinda blue.

You then see the fishes in the bucket and looks at it a bit confused, you points at it. He looks at it and smiles, "That's what i do to survive, pretty. I sell fish to feed my little girl." He explained and you nods understanding, your family had a similar business, your father hunts shrimp, crab from the deepest seas, the ones that tasted the weirdest and was still extremely delicious.

"Mine... Dad sells... Hm..." You starts but forgets the word for 'crab' and 'shrips', so you starts mimicking the movements of a crab, which makes Price starts laughing heartily, finding it funny and cute.

"Crab? It's that what you're trying to say?" He calms down a bit and asks and but nods.

"Yes... Crap!" He then laughs again, making you confused. "Crap...funny? Haha... Haha!" That just makes him laugh more at your attempt to laugh with him but clearly confused.

He takes a deep breath, "No, no. Crab, crap is what you say when something goes wrong, you know?" He says after calming down a bit, smiling.

You nods, "You know, you nod a lot, does your head doesn't hurt? You can always say 'i understand', 'got it' or 'yes'. C'mon, say with me 'got it'." He teaches you, "G...goot it...?" You try.

"No, no. Got it. Don't extend the 'o'." He smiles, explains. "Got... It.... Got it!" "Yeah! Like that!" His smile widen and he pats your head.

It was getting late and he had to go back to the beach, where the base was so he ruffles your wet hair, "I have to go, it's getting late and you should go too, it might be dangerous, the sea is full of surprises." He says. You smiles, your sharp fangs surprising him, "bye...bye!" You say before jumping on the water, swimming away on the big ocean.

He sighs happily and starts paddling back to base, he caught a good amount of fish and found the mermaid he was looking for, what a day...

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For the requests !

Characters that I write for:

- Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz

- König, Valeria, Alejandro, Rudy

- Keegan, Logan, Hesh

- Graves, Farah, Makarov

What I write for:

- female, gn and male reader

- Fluff, angst and smut

- AUs (hybrid, alien etc)

What I don't write for:

- Offensive themes, fluid related kinks (scat, piss, etc), p3do

It's a secret...¡! ❞

John 'Soap' Mactavish x female!reader

!!warnings: fluff-angst, stitching, shooting, nothing really ig just Soap being romantic, love at first sight, not too much build up i apologize

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

Soap is in an undercover mission, working as a barista at a famous cafeteria where people come and go everyday. His target? A terrorist that was threatening to blow up the Big Ben, the reasons? Nobody knew.

They had a profile of the terrorist, a man with black hairs, blue eyes, long neck and the tattoo of a star on his wrist. For some reason, that guy seemed to enjoy cold coffee every morning before killing some civils, something sweet to start the day before commiting crimes.

Soap got the morning shift, working from 8am to 3pm everyday, hoping to catch the son of a bitch... And that's where you appear at the story, you arrived there everyday at 10am, ordered some frappuccino with extra cream and milk and then sat down, works for one hour and left

He didn't payed attention to you before the third day or so when he started noticing how frequent you where, entering at 10am and leaving at 11:50am exactly, maybe you were just a perfectionist, maybe you were involved in the terrorist's plan. He learned your name, your order and when he least imagined, he was doing your order before you even arrived at the cafeteria, everything ready one hour before you were there.

His teammates noticed it and kept telling him to focus on the target — not on the pretty girl that showed up everyday and definitely wasn't making his heart beat faster. You had those tired eyes that were captivating and your hair that was messy in the right measure every morning, as if you woke up late and got ready in a hurry.

After a week, the terrorist finally shows up and as expected, a fight starts on the cafeteria and unfortunately, you were one of the civil that got injured, you were hit by a bullet in your arm, the one you used for everything. He hears your screams and he is scared, he only know you for a week and is already so in love with you.

He lets Ghost takes the top on the conflict and rushes to you, kneeling down in front of you while you have your arm bleeding, crying in pain and fear.

"shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay, you'll be okay, It only hit the tissue, your bones are fine, c'mon, you're a strong woman." Soap says in a soft tone, trying to calm you down. You were panicking, of course, you were used to a calm, cozy life and that cafeteria was your favorite place and now there is a shooting happening right in front of your eyes.

Seeing your despair and how intense the shooting was getting, he picks you up and runs with you to the back of the cafeteria, the deposit. He carefully puts you down and picks a first aid kit.

"Look, this is going to hurt okay? Here, have this." He says, looking at you with those worried eyes as he gives you a piece of cloth to bite, He takes tweezers and carefully penetrates the hole in your arm and you screams of discomfort and pain, after a few seconds of pure agony, he manages to take it off. "Look, it wasn't that bad.." he says softly, smiling at you, the piece of cloth in your mouth all wet in tears and saliva, falling into the ground as you pant.

He puts stitches in your arm, they are temporary until you get a better one from a doctor. He takes off a sandwich and orange juice in a box from his backpack and gives it to you, "You must be feeling weak, you lost a lot of blood." You take the sandwich and take a small, weak bite, "Thanks.." you says in a weak, shaky voice.

He smiles and stands up, "stay here, I'm gonna be back in a while." He says and leaves, not without giving you one last look. At least you were safe and that calmed his heart.

The shooting continued but now the terrorist had some backup and almost managed to escape but fortunately, captain Price captured him before he could run away. Soap had a few bruises, Gaz was injured but nothing too serious and Ghost and Price was fine.

He came back to where he left you and... You weren't there, the only thing left behind was the box of orange juice and blood. His heart stops, his legs are weak, his eyes starts watering, where are you? Did he lost you? Did you-

"Ah..it's you, I'm sorry." Your voice comes out of the deposit's boxes and Soap looks around frenetically, you come out from behind one of the boxes, like a cat checking if everything was alright, he runs to you and hugs you, lifting you up.

"Oh god, I thought i had lost you." He cries, hugging you tightly, you hug back, of course, he is your saviour. You had just hid behind the boxes when you heard him coming back, afraid if it wasn't him.

He lets you go after a while and takes your hand, "c'mon, let's get you to a doctor." He says, leading you outside, where a squad of doctos and nurses were helping the injured. He helps you get inside the ambulance and waves at you as the ambulances drives away and you wave back, of course.

He had captured your heart and you captured his but you two couldn't be together... For now.

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Hope you enjoyed it! I think I'm gonna do a second part of this!

My requests are open.

Highschool sweethearts .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

Teenager! Simon 'Ghost' Riley x teenager!gn reader

!!warnings: fluff, Ghost is a bit mean in the beginning, no gendered pronouns used for the reader, Ghost is 17, reader is 15-16, slow burn

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

You were a junior, you had a small group of friends that shared the same interested, nothing bigger than four people just so you didn't had to eat alone at lunch.

There was this boy in your biology class, Simon Riley, some close people called him Ghost for some reason, you didn't know why. He was always wearing a black mask, covering half of his face, like if he was sick but he wasn't, you saw him playing volleyball wearing that mask and he definitely wasn't sick. He was always quiet in the class, just taking notes and looking through the window, you would be lying to yourself if you didn't thought he was at least a bit attractive.

Your friend, Kelly, who was a social butterfly, managed to know a bit about him. He only has one friend in his grade, a scottish foreigner and the other 2 was a senior and a freshman, they all had silly nicknames for each other but she couldn't discovered what were the nicknames. He always stayed in the school library reading something after class and he smoked cigarettes in the school field every Saturday at 11am and his favorite drink is tea. You didn't question her how she knew those thing, she just did.

You were in the biology class and the teacher assigned everyone a project, to make a resume of the books chapter that you had read the whole semester, It was a pair work... That the teacher would choose the pairs, pratically everyone complained but she did it anyway. It was simple, everyone had a number, if you are number 1, your pair is number 2, if your number is number 3, your pair is number 4 and such. You were number 7 and it just happened that Simon was number 8, he looked at you and then back at the teacher when she announced that you were his pair, he seemed... Almost annoyed.

It was Friday and the project had to be delivered on Monday, so you and Simon had the whole weekend to do it. You decided to talk with Simon after class to discuss where you two would meet to do the project but you couldn't find him anywhere so you had to ask the other students, none of them knew where he was until you meet one particular student, that one that had a scottish accent and a mohawk.

The boy said to you that Simon was really, really introverted and didn't liked people in his house unless that he was friends with them... And he didn't liked befriending with other juniors for some reason, despite that, the boy — that you learned the name was John MacTavish... Or Soap—, gave you Simon's address and said that, to not upset him, to bring him something as a gift, especially tea and gave you Simon's phone number before having to go.

The next day was Saturday, you woke up early and got ready, taking a shower and dressing comfortably, not caring too much about how you look, you took your notebook, laptop, pens and of course, some chamomile tea, hoping he would like it.

You took the bus to his neighborhood and knocked at his door. After a few minutes waiting, Simon opens the door, he seems like he just woke up, his hair messy and his eyes looks heavy. His eyebrows frowns, he apparently didn't liked seeing you here. "What do you want?" He says, his voice deep as ever. "The science project." You answered, looking at him, trying to sound friendly.

"it's fuckin' ten in the morning, go back to your house. We have until Monday to do this shit and I don't want to do it today, go wash some dishes or a laundry and leave me alone." He spitted, closing the door, not leaving space for you to talk. You were surprised, you didn't expected the quiet, introverted Simon to be like that. You were determined! You has things to do tomorrow and you need this project ready today.

You knock on the door again, "Go away!" He yells, "I have something for you!" You yell back and after a few minutes of silence, he opens the door and you show him the chamomile tea box, he looks at you and then at the box and grabs it, "come in." He says, his voice tired and he opens the door to you. You step inside, taking off your shoes and leaving it at the doorway.

The house was kinda messy, a lot of boxes here and there, especially of pizzas and the kitchen smelled like tea. "Where are your parents?" You asks Simon, following him inside the house. "They're on vacation and they decided I'm old enough to be home alone." He mumbles and then turns to you.

"Who gave you my address?" He questions, crossing his arms. You were slightly intimidated, he was so big for a teenager, it was probably good genetics and maybe gym? you never saw him working out. Maybe the fact he was always dressing hoodies and sweaters that covered his whole body also helped how you never noticed.

You gulps and looks at him, "John." You replies, he frowns slightly, "what John? I know a lot of Johns." He rolls his eyes. "Uh... MacTavish? Soap?" You nervously answers. He sighs and chuckles, "of course, Soap." He teased and then started to prepare the tea, taking a kettle and filling it with water, boiling it on the stove.

The following minutes are silent, he wasn't looking at you, you just wanted to do the project and get out of there. You open your mouth but then hesitated, so stayed quiet. "Are you going to stay there stare at me?" Simon looked at you from over his shoulder, making you feel small even if you two didn't had a big height difference.

You look away and shakes your head in an no and he turns back to the kettle, he puts the tea bag in the boiling water and waits a few minutes before turning off the heat and pouring the tea into a cup. He drinks it and sighs, his face softening. He then turns to you, "You want some?" He offers, you hesitantly nods, he pours some tea into a cup and hands it to you. You drink it and being honest, you didn't liked tea much but this one tasted good.

Simon smiles a bit, it seems like tea brings him to a better mood, "What's your name?" He asks, you frowns a bit, you two were a duo project and he didn't know your name... You tell him your name and he nods. You two talk for a while, drinking tea.

It was now 12pm and you had things to do at 2pm, so you interrupts him. "Let's do the project, I need to go in a few hours." His smile fades and he nods. He leads you to his bedroom upstairs, you take your laptop from your backpack and you two sit on the floor and starts working on the project. You two were finished at exactly 1:40pm, the project wasn't perfect but it had to be that because you were a busy person and didn't had time tomorrow.

"oh god, I'm gonna be late for my volleyball practice." You panics, quickly organizing everything. You didn't had a driving license yet so you had to take the bus that took a long time to arrive so you will definitely be late... "I'll drive you there." Simon says, taking you out of your trance, "Really? You don't need to, i can take the bus-" "Yeah, let's go, c'mon." He cuts you off.

He takes your hand and your backpack for you, walking you to the garage. You jump into the passenger seat and he goes to the driver seat, you give him the address of the place and he starts driving as fast as legally as possible. Your hair flying in the wind as you laugh.

You arrive at the place a bit late, like 5 minutes late but it's better than 30 minutes late at least. You jump out of the car fast and runs to the entrance, "see you at Monday!" You yell at Simon and waves at him beflre entering, he waves back and you can see a weak smile on his face.

Is this the start of something more than a friendship?

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🌸 my requests are open by the way! Hope you enjoyed. I'm sorry if it it's too small, I'm still learning :)

Pretty tears... 💧 Pt.2

Vladimir Makarov's daughter! Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

!!warnings: mostly fluff but a bit of angst, reader is russian or partly-russian, reader is 21 years old, emotional Gaz, mentions of near death, starving, hyperventilating

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

part 1

It has been days, even weeks since the last time you saw Gaz, you and him just talking through the old phone he gave you but he was a busy soldier, he practically never had time to talk to you.

The prison food was terrible, nothing that compared to the amazing meals you used to eat back in Russia. Your everyday food was bad cooked rice, bad scrambled eggs and undercooked meat and it was in a small proportion so most of the days you would sleep hungry...

It was a random Tuesday, you were sleeping when you felt the mattress sinking and someone sitting on it. You woke up slowly and you sees Gaz in your bed, looking at you, he looked destroyed, his hair messy and a new scar on his cheek, he had just returned from a mission.

He realizes he woke you up and looks away. "I'm sorry for waking you up, it's just...i missed you." He whispers the last part. You sit on the mattress and yawns, rubbing your eye.

You look at Gaz for a few seconds before he looked back at you. "I bought you something." He smiles a bit, he grabs a chocolate bar from his pocket and gives it to you.

Chocolate? Finally something that wasn't food that looks like it was made by someone that hates eating. You eagerly takes the chocolate and starts eating it immediately, you were starving afterall.

He smiles a bit more seeing you eat so eager and then he looks back at the ground, his smiles fades and he seems like he is in deep thought. "Y/N...what are we?" He asks, not looking directly at you.

You stops eating and looks at Gaz. "What do you mean?" You frowns slightly and he looks at you. "I love you." He confesses, looking at you lovingly. "I almost died in my mission and everything i was thinking about when i was on the floor, bleeding and almost dying was you." He continues, he looks like he was about to cry.

A silence reigns in the room for a few minutes before he sighs. "I'm sorry, i got emotional, it's alright if you don't like me back-" you interrupt him "I love you too Kyle but-" he interrupt you "You love me?" he smiles warmly, the tears starting to fall from his eyes.

He realizes he had interrupted him and wipes away his tears, still smiling and he laughs a bit. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry... go on." He says, laughing a bit.

You sighs and nods. "I love you too but you betrayed me, Kyle." You says with a sad tone, his smiles fades and he nods. "I know but i had no choice. I had to, I'm a soldier and your dad is a threat to society." He says, a bit angry and looks directly at you.

You looks at the ground, remembering all the good moments you had with Gaz... Your first kiss, the movie sessions you had on his house, when you had a snow fight in freezing Russian winter and had a warm bath shower together, how his touch felt on your skin, those cuddle sessions before sleeping, when you made him sing a russian song and his pronunciation was terrible, how you both laughed until crying while baking and the brownies turned out horrible... You starts crying too.

"Shh, shh..." He pulls you closer to his chest while caressing your hair, he wraps his arms around your waist and put you on his lap. He was also crying but comfort you was his priority at this moment. It helps you to compose yourself and you calm down a little.

"I..i love you too Kyle but...i also love my dad." You says, your voice slightly shaky by how much you were crying. He nods and continues caressing your hair. "I understand...but you also have to understand that he is a terrorist and that he isn't a good person..he might be a good dad but he isn't a good human being." He says, trying to make you understand his point.

You were in denial. Makarov raised you as a princess, you went to the best schools in Russia, he gave you a generous allowance and gave you the freedom to buy whatever you wanted in exchange for good grades and good behavior, you had a beautiful party when you turned 18, dressed in the prettiest and most expensive dress he could've find... You couldn't believe that your father was a monster...

"No... no, no, no, he isn't... he isn't like that! I know him! You're wrong!" You practically yells, the tears not stopping...your heart feels like it's going to break.

Gaz sighs and looks at the ground. "I'm sorry... But your father is a terrible person and you have to accept it." He says, almost sounding annoyed but wanting to comfort you and wanting to make you understand.

"No...no..." you whispers as you bursts into tears, almost hyperventilating and your face covered in tears. Gaz sighs and keeps caressing your hair, holding you close.

It hits you like a trunk. You realizes, all those months that Makarov spent away was him planning terrible things, killing innocents and commiting war crimes... Your dad was an war criminal.

"You finally understand, don't you? It must be hard, i know... But I'm here for you... sweetheart." Gaz says lovingly, his voice dropping with affection as he wipes away your tears and calls you cute petnames. He gives you a kiss on the forehead and gives you a water bottle. "Here, it'll make you relax."

With shaky hands, you take the water bottle and drinks it, calming down a bit. Your heart was in pieces and Gaz was determined to put it all together again.

You two stare at each other for a while, he puts a hand on your cheek and pulls you closer... He gives you an affectionate, sweet kiss. It was love, pure love.

Your heart beats fast as you closes your eyes and enjoys the sensation, kissing him back. He wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you even closer.

You break the kiss after a few seconds, both of you panting. "That was... Nice.." you says with a slightly shaky tone, a shy smiling appearing on your face, he smiles back and gives you another kiss on the forehead. "I love you." He says affectionaly "I love you too." You replies, just as affectionate, enjoying his body warmth against yours...

What does the future have in store for you two?

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🌸 this is probably the final part but who knows?

Pretty tears... 💧 Pt.1

Vladimir Makarov's daughter! Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

!!warnings: angst then comfort, manipulation, kidnapping, violence, threatening, reader is russian or partly-russian, reader is 21 years old

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

part 2

Gaz was used to this. To the mission, go somewhere, kill some bad guys, do what he needs to do and go to a party to celebrate after, but...this is completely different.

The Task Force 141 had found out that Vladimir Makarov had a daughter, (Y/N) Makarov. She lived in Moscow, in a small apartment, she wasn't aware of what her father was doing but even like that, the TF141 thought they could get some kind of information about her father. Where he is? Where he went? What were his plans? Maybe she knew something...

The plan was: Gaz would seduce her and make her fall in love with him then they would kidnap her and interrogate her, easy, isn't it?

The first part of the plan was easy, she was protected her whole life by Makarov and was unaware of the bad part of the world, she knew it existed but never saw it, so when Gaz first approached, talking in a broken russian and trying his best to talk to her, she found it cute and quite charmous but for his luck, she knew English.

The plan was suppose to be just one month long but they were already in the second month and just now, they managed to get a date. Gaz convinced her to go to his hotel, so they could have a time alone together...and she accepted.

Now they're here, in the interrogation room, she was cuffed to the chair. It was heartbreaking to see. She was crying, scared and even shaking a bit while Price was trying to get some kind of information out of her...

"Tell us! Where is your father?!" Price yells, at an angry tone. The captain was never a patient man when it came to interrogation and she was getting on his nerves.

"I don't know! I don't know..." She cries, her voice shaky and shaking from fear. Gaz felt the urge to interrupt, he knew her better than anyone in the room. He saw her smile, cry, get angry, scared and maybe, just maybe, he had started to genuinely like her...

"Captain, stop, she doesn't know anything, it's obvious." Gaz says in a softer tone, putting a hand on Price's shoulder. Price takes a deep breath and sighs, they weren't going anywhere with this interrogation.

"Two months goin' to the trash, how amusing." Soap rolls his eyes and snorts. "Do you really don't know anythin'?" The scottish asks, frowning slightly. She shakes her head, still crying. Ghost was indifferent, he knew the plan wasn't going to work since the beginning but no one listened to him.

"What do we do with her now? We can't just let her go, she'll tell her father." Price crossed his arms and looks to the rest of the team. Gaz gets closer to her and wipes her tears, she was heartbroken, he was too, he felt bad for manipulating her. She was so gullible and naive, she fell so easily on his trap, the littlest amount of affection made her fall in love and feel like a high schooler again. Poor girl.

While the other operators discussed, Gaz stayed on her side, trying to distract her from her hand cuffed and her situation. "Hey, what's your favorite color?" He asked in a softer tone, putting his hand on her head and caressing it softly. "W...what?" She asks, her voice shaky, confused, she saw the soft and warm smile on Gaz's face and nods. "Uh...pink?...no, blue....? I don't know..." She says in a low tone.

Gaz chuckles softly and nods. "Those are great colors, my favorite is blue...and what's your favorite animal?" He asks, again in that soft tone, trying not to scare her. "I like...dogs...and cats..but, i think sheeps are cute...i had a sheep plush when i was a kid.." she smiles weakly and Gaz smiles back.

"Oi Gaz, we decided that we're done here. Put her in a cell, we're going to the cafeteria." Price says and throws the keys to Gaz, Gaz grab them and nods, he still feels bad so he uncuffs her.

He make sure to pick the best cell...well, one that wasn't destroyed and moldy, he picks the softest mattress and the fluffiest blankets and pillows.

"I'm sorry, alright? I was just following orders." Gaz says, guilty on his eyes as he looked at her. She nods and rubs her watery eyes.

"I understand..." She says, her voice now back to normal but the sad tone was still there. "You were...my first kiss, you know?" She says with a weak smile. Gaz feels even worse now and nods, embarrassed of his acts. "It was nice while it lasted." He says and looks downs, she nods and looks away.

"I have something for you." Gaz says and takes a phone out of his pocket. Her eyes lights up slightly as he gives her the phone, it was old yes, but it was something. It was tracked and he could see everything she did, so no contact with Makarov. "Don't tell anyone i gave you that, my contact is already on it." He says and smiles weakly, looking back at her. She grabs the phone and nods. "It's our little secret." He says with more playful tone, making her chuckles softly. He sighs and leads her inside the cell and he locks it.

They exchange one last eye contact before he leaves. Were they still in love with each other? Only time will tell.

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Little Mermaid 🌊🐬

mermaid!reader x sailor!John Price

part 2!

!!warnings: fluff, uh...idk, mermaid x human? idk this is just cute, reader isn't fluent in english. F!reader, use of Y/N. Invented mermaid language, any resemblance to a real language is purely coincidental.

English isn't my first language! Not proofread, i apologize for any gramatical mistakes

John Price was a successful sailor, always had the best fishes and had a big boat in the best conditions, he lived near the sea in a house made of wood, a cozy place near where his boat was embarked.

Price was counting the money he had made that week with the fish sellings while smoking a cigar when he hears a melody coming from outside his house. It was hypnotizing, probably the best melody he had heard in a while but he's also in alert, who would be singing near his house late at night? He goes outside, a pistol on his hand for protection.

He sees a figure sitting on a rock, brushing it's hair with it's fingers while singing. He gets closer and notices... It had no legs, was he going crazy? Was the age finally hitting?

Whoever it was, notices Price staring, shocked and, at the same time, amazed and...it jumps into the water. Price, getting out of the trance, rushes to the ocean.

"Oi! You are going to drown!" He says, the water was from the ocean at that time of night it was cold and the tide was choppy. He runs into the water but...he doesn't see anyone, he looks around, left and right but...it disappeared?

But, when Price less expected, a head sticks out of the water, looking at him, curious but at the same time a bit scared. He sighs in relief but he frowns slightly.

"Who're you and what are you doing here?!" He says, accusingly, pointing at the person at the water.

"..." You doesn't answer, scared and not quite understanding what he is saying but at the same time curious.

Price gets even angrier. "Who. Are. You?!" He says, practically yelling. You flinches.

"Y/N! My name Y/N!" You says. You understood the basic English but didn't know how to speak clearly.

Price's expression softens and he takes a deep breath. "Do you speak English?" You nods a bit shyly, knowing it's not fully true. "Good... What are you?" He asks, frowning again, "You don't seems human." He crosses his arms.

He gets closer and stretches his hand, wanting to help whatever you were to get out of the water, you flinches slightly and his expression softens. "I'm not going to hurt you, I mean no harm." He says with a softer tone.

Hesitantly, you take his hand and he drags you closer, making half of your body sticks out of the water. That's when he notices, your fingers webbed, the web having a soft slightly transparent blue color, your nose and cheeks that had a blue blush and most importantly, the conchs and algae as straps that covered your breasts. You certainly weren't human.

"What are you?" He asks again, more to himself than to you. You frowns slightly and says 'what' in your mermaid language, making him answer to that with another "What?"

You two spend a few minutes in silence, confused and curious about each other, only the sounds of the sea filling both of yours ears, an awkward silence...

"Are you...a mermaid? Like...half fish, half human? Like the fairytale?" Price asks, feeling a bit embarrassed by how ridiculous that question sounds. You nods, understanding the fish and human part, you were, indeed a mermaid but didn't know that humans called your species mermaid, for you, you were just a simple kwauz (mermaid).

"You're a mermaid, so how do you know English? How are you understanding me?" Price asks, confused and amused. "Me English... drowned library!" You says, trying your best to explain the situation.

You had discovered a drowned library from a ancient english civilization while exploring the ocean, it was full of books and you studied English by the books but, of course, you weren't fluent.

"You learned English by a drowned library?" He chuckles softly, you nods, smiling slightly. It was hard to see each other's face because of the lack of light in the night but he could tell you were smiling so he smiles too.

"I've never seem a mermaid before, is there more of mermaids like you in the ocean?" He asks, kneeling down to be at your level, letting go of your arm, not caring if his clothes get wet. You nods. "Where are you from, mermaid?" He asks with a softer tone, looking at you. "Hydralis! Uh...Hydralis is...between Pavlopetri and Sublima!" You says, your broken english and thick mermaid accent making him chuckle., finding it cute how you tries to explain to him. "Oh yeah, my name is John Price by the way, I'm from England." He notices your eyes sparkling a bit and you get closer, a bigger smile on your face. "England? Me have uh... Read about England!! In history.. books! Y-you like tea?" You asks, making a little pauses betweens words to remember how to speak English.

Price giggles heartly, finding you expression and question adorable, a mermaid interest in England? How cute. "Yeah, i love tea, do you like tea?" He asks quite sarcastically, being fully aware she couldn't drink tea in the ocean, you shakes your head, not understanding the sarcasm and that he was just joking. He chuckles, finding your unaware of his human's sarcasm quite charming. "Can i see your tail?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nods and swims to the rock and sits on it, giving him a good look of your tail.

It is a beautiful light blue with some white scales, it has a natural sparkle on it, making it glow on the night, he also gets a better look on your skin. It was (your skin color) with the extremities colored with a blue color. Your elbows, ears, shoulders being blue. Your hair was a beautiful (your hair color) that had waves on it, like the ocean, your (eyes color) eyes captivating and your slightly blue lips also catching his attention. You were a beautiful thing to be seem, for sure.

Before he could say something, a voice is heard.

"Captain! JOHN!" It was one of his crewmates. You, scared, jumps into the water and swims away. "Hey! No, don't go!" Price tries to stop you but you had disappeared in the great ocean.

His crewmate finally finds him. "Captain! There is a bunch of rats eating our stock of food and our cats aren't doing anything! Help us!!" He yells. Price sighs in frustration. "I'm coming!" He says and the guy nods, walking back to the storage, to try to stop the rats. Price takes a last look at the ocean before rushing to the storage.

Maybe, another day, he would see you again...

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If this goes well I'll do a part two!!!

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cw: price being a cutie patootie for his wife, tooth rotting fluff

John Price was quite certain that, of all the moments he's shared with you, this had to be one of his most treasurable. Each and every time the weather forecast predicted storms, from gale-force winds to a gentle Sunday shower, his sweet little wife insisted upon starting a pot of coffee and building a little nest in the nook of the windowsill; the spot he had built especially for you.

Without fail - not counting the times he was away from deployment - you'd always have a hot cup of coffee awaiting his arrival, and a warm pair of arms to fall into, surrounded by blankets and pillows. More often than not, you'd both end up foregoing the comforts of your own bed in order to bask in each other's arms, squished together against the window.

"Honey?" Stepping into your shared home, coat damp from the rainfall, John softly calls out to you. Just as he expected (and found himself looking forward to the whole drive home) the Wizard of Oz was playing at a low volume on the living room TV, blankets pulled from open cabinets, and your shared nest already neatly fluffed up with pillows and the aforementioned throws.

"Welcome home, handsome." You coo, catching him slightly off guard as you pad over from the kitchen. Immediately beginning to help him shed his soaked layers, you press a gentle kiss to his jaw, then his cheek, then finally on his lips. "Your coffee is on the counter. Go put some warm clothes on." You instruct, before giving him another chaste kiss.

Price groans appreciatively into your lips, hand giving your waist a soft squeeze before he's off to the bedroom, rushing to get changed into boxers and a loose-fitting crewneck sweater. Upon his return, you were precariously balancing two very full mugs, shuffling over from the kitchen to the living room. He's taking them from you with a chuckle, pressing sweet little pecks on your temple and forehead, then motioning for you to walk ahead to the windowsill.

Setting them down gently in the little square hole carved out by the window, (another handy little thing John insisted the builders add) John's quick to crawl onto the padded wood, making himself comfortable.

"C'mere, darling." He calls, voice gruff as he finally relaxes into the copious amounts of blankets surrounding him. The harsh wind and rain create a juxtaposing lullaby, his eyes already droopy by the time you're settling into his eager arms. With a contented smile, you drape yourself over your husband, the chill of the room quickly being chased off by his warm embrace. Turning so your back is to his chest, (so you could still see your favorite movie play out) you take a moment to fully appreciate the loving warmth radiating from your husband.

"You're like a space heater, y'know?" You murmur, words muffled against his chest.

"That so, love?" He responds, a breathy chuckle to his words. John is met with only a brief nod, then he's gathering you up further into his arms, squeezing your smaller body tightly against his.

"The main reason I married you, actually." You tease, meaning only a slight bit of it.

"And here I was, thinking it was jus' for John Junior." He concludes.

"Oh God..don't... don't call it that."

"Sorry, love. My cock. Thought it was all for my cock."

"Not sure that's any better, John."

"Mmph."

You giggle softly against him, prompting John to smile broadly into your hair. Shit, how he fucking loves that sound - he'd do anything just to hear it.

"Reckon it'll flood, dear?" He prompts after several minutes of silence, only to be met with the very same thing. John precariously tilts his head back, only to find you dozing off, cheek smushed oh so preciously against him. Reclining his head back onto his pillow, it only takes a few more moments of watching the little rain drops race to the bottom of the glass, and the captain's out like a light bulb, snoring loudly into your ear.

cute lil shitty drabble cause it's "raining fucking hard" down here in texas, and mouse loves rain. anyways, i feel like this one turned out like poopoo doodoo. next one will probably be Nik or Rudy. ~ mouse

the tf141's habits - tf141 hcs

some habits need pysch evaluations. John Price - sleep? what is that? he doesn't trust sleep. literally sets alarms every 90 minutes. reasoning? "just in case." - tea tempering. he brews his tea like it's a blood ritual. if someone dares microwave water, he looks at them like it's treason. - talks to himself. mutters FULL conversations under his breath. gaz once heard him win an argument against himself in three different accents. at least he won. - smokes in the rain. claims it "feels cleaner." soap is convinced he's just romanticising depression. (he is) - stares into the middle distance. like he's waiting for nameless dread to walk through a door. you mimicked it once, he looked over, then proceeded to nod in approval. Simon "Ghost" Riley - refuses to touch public doorknobs. always uses his sleeve or foot. - watches people sleep. not in a creepy way (trust me, I'm the bedframe). he just stands there. he especially does it with you, because he just wants to make sure you're sleeping alright :(( - silent meals. eats like he's in a hostage negotiation. no chewing sounds. no talking. just... silence. like the silence where you can hear your own sins echo. John "Soap" Mactavish - wears mismatched socks on purpose. - eats raw instant ramen like chips. straight up bites it. no shame. (but is being shamed) - shower karaoke. full concert. echoes through base walls. - keeps a stress ball. not for squeezing. but for throwing. he throws the ball at people. - talks in third person during high-adrenaline moments. "soap's got this. soap doesn't die today." when you ask who soap is, his response is: "the main character lass/lad" - carries 7 knives. refers to them by name. one is named "susan." do not ask why. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - schedules his breakdowns. like it's a business meeting. always 4pm sharp, and he brings snacks. - corrects people's grammar while being shot at. soap once yelled "WHERE THEY AT" gaz's response? "where are they, you mean" - colour codes his gear. not because it's practical, but because it looks nice. - keeps a spreadsheet of everyone's favourite snacks. he'll randomly give you your favourite crisps at the end of a mission :D - gossips. like full-on podcast voice when gossiping with you. soap joins in sometimes. gossip girls... remastered. --- writer's note: hi again! second post :) again, I'm writing this at 8am with no sleep. literally dying rn. apologies if there are any typos. much love xx

Hello! God, I recently found your blog and I love it!!! I'm also a big Taylor fan and I've had this idea in mind! You are free to do it [or not do it] and modify it!

Based on *All too Well*

I was thinking of one of these guys

Jonh Price / Köing/ Ghost/ Philip Graves

"You kept me like a secret and I kept it like an oath"

"But you keep my old scarf from that very first week' Cause it reminds you of innocence And it smells like me"

And maybe we got lost in translationMaybe I asked for too much"

I love the song and I can't stop thinking about them!!!

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Hello! So happy you’re enjoying the blog! No joke I had this sitting in my drafts debating on whether or not to post it! I lost my voice last Friday SCREAMING “All Too Well” in the theater. Even if you’re not a swiftie it’s just a lyrical masterpiece

All to Well 🧣

Captain John Price x F! Reader

Summary: Based on the ten minute version of All Too Well, John has to face what he had done to his beloved red scarf & all

Warnings: cheating, John being a dick, the usual

“And maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much, maybe this thing was a master piece before you tore it all up”

Heels in hand Y/N sat on the steps of the hotel where the military ball she was attending with John was being held. She was sobbing her eyes out into her hands. While trying to figure out where he wandered off to, she stumbled across him & his secretary having sex in a bathroom stall. He had told her not to worry about her, but her intuition told her otherwise. These past few months had been excruciatingly difficult. He spent his time home out late, leave her to sit by the front door waiting for him to return. Shallow excuses coming from him over the phone had made her cry herself to sleep one too many times. The sickening smell of his secretary’s perfume lingered on him when he’d come home, & yet he gaslighted her into believing otherwise.

She stood up as she saw the Uber she had called for pull up in front of the hotel. John was adjusting his dress uniform bow tie while running towards the doors to intercept her. Other officers looked at him confused as he sped past them. His secretary Camille wasn’t too far behind him calling his name. Y/N turned her head back when she heard him calling her name. With haste she closed the door to the Uber & ordered the driver to speed away. John was left standing on the sidewalk watching her go. He let out an annoyed sigh & turned around to see his team at the doors. Laswell looking so disappointed in him, & what he had done.

It had been months since Y/N moved out. Contrary to the rumors, Camille didn’t move in with the Captain. She was swiftly fired from her position, & was forced out of the contracting community. Laswell made sure of that. No, John was forced to live with the ghosts of his past lover. Just last week he found the red scarf that she adored hidden in a couch cushion. He inhaled the scent of the red wool trying to remember what her perfume smelled like.

Kyle was deeply concerned for his superiors mental health ever since he ended his relationship so they decided to go to the local pub. After a quick shower & shave he got dressed. He grabbed his jacket off of the rack. The red wool scarf hung beside it taunting him of his mistake. He grabbed it & put it on before leaving. Simon greeted him at the door & they all got a round then headed back to a table in the back corner. He was starting to feel himself go back to happy self before he ended things with Y/N. That was until she walked in with a couple of friends.

They locked eyes, & there was shift in the air. It felt tense. Simon picked it up on the body language shift in his Captain. He followed John’s gaze & sighed as soon as his spotted her. She looked equally as emotionally distressed.

“Talk to her,” Simon said. “You look absolutely fucking miserable Price, & you two have a lot to fix.” Price looked at Simon knowing he was right, this was his mistake he needed to fix. He reluctantly stood up & wiped his hands on his jeans. Her friend Este, stopped mid sentence to glare at the bearded man. She turned around knowing it was coming sooner rather then later.

“Let’s get this over with.” She sighed following him out to the street. You both sat on a bench only a few shops down from the pub. John had planned thousands of things to say to you but now he was speechless.

“What do you want John?” She asked looking at him. “Did we get lost in translation, did I ask for too much?” She spat. Embarrassment & shame turned his cheeks crimson red.

“I wanted to talk.” He simply stated. “I was a fucking selfish prick.”

“I’ll say.” You scoffed. “I swear all you men have the fucking audacity I swear.”

“I don’t disagree.” He replied in agreement. “Listen, I’m in a new hell Y/N.”

“You don’t think I am?” She cried out. “What we had was a masterpiece John before you tore it all up.”

“And I was a fucking idiot.” John said.

“You told me if we had been closer in age, maybe we would’ve been fine.” She stated. “God I still do love you dearly, John. But how can I make sure you won’t break me like a promise?” He took the red wool that lingered of her vanilla fragrance & placed it around her neck.

“Because instead of mailing your things to you, I kept a whole drawer of memories you left behind hoping you’d return to me. You’re the only real thing I’ve ever known.” He replied honestly. She was taken a back he kept even the littlest things she left, from hair pins to the red scarf. Anything to still have a piece of her. He placed a hand on her now flushed cheek. The bitter cold London air started to nip at their exposed skin. Little flecks of white glistened as it started to fall from the sky. The first snow of the winter season. He grabbed her waist & pulled her in for a deep kiss. After they both pulled away they sat in the moment to remember it all too well.

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I have officially hit 200 Followers! Woo 🥳! I’d just like to thank all of y’all who’ve commented, followed, liked, & interacted with my page! I’ve debated making a tumblr & writing again so for me to have to 200 of you following me this is a big deal. I haven’t written since 2017 on any platform so get back into it & being able to write for y’all makes me so happy. Thank you for keeping me company, providing me an outlet to where I don’t feel lonely. I spend a lot of time alone due to husband being in the army & I’m neurodivergent so it’s difficult for me to make friends. Here I feel welcomed & safe. That’s thanks to y’all! Please do not hesitate to request any stories my inbox is open!

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New Recruit

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Summary: Y/N’s & Simon’s little girl goes to work with her daddy after begging for months, this is based on a true story that happened today my husband came home decorated in stickers

Warnings: none

When your daughter found out Simon was bringing her to work the next day she was overly ecstatic. She immediately grabbed her little pink backpack & packed three of her Barbie dolls, stickers, coloring books, all the essentials. Your daughter had grown incredibly curious in what her father did. He’d always try to bring back some sort of souvenir for her, & it only helped with peaking her curiosity. She’d constant ask different questions when he’d come home from a mission & Simon would create some elaborate story to shield her from his actual profession. All she knew what that he was in the military to some degree. So Simon decided since it was mainly a online safety training day he’d bring her onto the base.

The next morning she was so excited nearly bouncing out of her seat in anticipation. She kept asking so many questions about the activities planned that she wasn’t eating her cereal.

“Sweetheart, you gotta eat up my love.” You stated, reminding her of the colorful fruity breakfast food in front of her. “You need to be well fed before you go with daddy to work.”

“Okay mummy.” She replied starting to eat away. Simon had just come back from a early morning run & walked in the door. “Daddy!” She yelled excitedly & opened her arms for a hug.

“Hey princess!“ He greeted her. Despite how sweaty he was, he couldn’t deny his little girl a hug.

“You stink!” She exclaimed. He ruffled her hair & walked upstairs to take a well needed shower. Once she was done with her breakfast you took her upstairs to get her ready for the day. She had laid out her outfit the night prior. The cutest little pink corduroy dress, with white tights, & mary jane flats were resting on her dresser. You got her changed into her outfit for the day & Simon came in dressed in his uniform. It was a morning ritual before he left for work that he’d help put his little girls hair up. His bear paw of a hand grabbed the hair brush that sat on her dresser & started to brush her sandy blonde locks.

“What bow do you want this morning princess?” He asked pointing to the plethora of bows that sat in a container.

“Hmmmm,” She said thoughtfully her little nose crinkling in thought. “The pink one!” You now leaning against the door frame giggled to yourself. She had all those bows but without fail the pink one was the one she wore the most. He clipped the bow into her small ponytail & let her look at it in the mirror.

“Okay pumpkin, let’s go so daddy is not late for work.” He said & scooped her up. She always looked smaller then she was in Simon’s arms. It always looked like he was carrying a doll around. He grabbed her pink backpack & swung it over his free shoulder. The three of you made it downstairs & you gave the two of them a kiss goodbye.

“Looks like it’s just you & me today.” You said quietly to your now visible baby bump.

Simon buckled the wiggly little girl into her car seat & got into the driver’s seat of his pick up truck.

“Okay darling what do you wanna listen to?” He asked looking back at her, already knowing her answer.

“Taylor Swift!” She exclaimed & like clockwork he put on her absolute favorite song, Shake it Off. He smiled to himself as he watched her wiggle around in her car seat to the song singing to herself. Simon tried to sing along, but she shot that down really fast. “No daddy I only sing.” She said. He rolled his eyes playfully, & shook his head. Knowing damn well she got her sassiness from her mother.

He pulled up to the gate to the base, & showed both of her identification cards. The gate guard scanned both & saluted Simon. Soon they were in the parking lot to the headquarters, & Simon was struggling with getting the car seat unhooked. His damn sausage fingers were getting in the way.

“God dammit.” He said as he tried to unclip one of the straps. Your daughter got wide eyed & gasped.

“Daddy you just said a bad word!” She exclaimed. “Mummy says those aren’t nice words.” A look of disbelief was on Simon’s face at his child’s scolding, knowing well enough she’ll repeat what happened later on. The swear jar at home was already way too filled from his accidental cursing. Price had been standing outside finishing off the last of his cigarette watching his lieutenant struggle with the car seat buckle. After he finished his smoke he decided to go over & help. Being a father to three kids meant he was a professional.

“Oi, Simon!” He called coming down the stairs. “Need some help?”

“Anything would be great, Price.” Simon said clearly frustrated. Price looked at the little girl in the car seat who looked back him & smiled. “I swear they strap them in tight enough they could survive an atomic bomb.” Simon continue. “Eleanor, this is Captain Price. Daddy’s boss, he’s gonna unhook ya.” Simon told his daughter.

“Hello, Eleanor,” Price said. “Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand & she grabbed onto two fingers, shaking his hand. Somehow someway Price was able to get the car seat unhooked. Eleanor held out her arms & Price picked her up placing her down next to her father. Simon took the pink backpack & his daughters hand. All three of them walked into the building only to be greeted by Soap & Gaz.

“Finally!” Soap exclaimed. “What took you lot so long-“ he cut off mid sentence at the sight of the little girl holding her fathers hand. “Who’s child is that?” He asked.

“This is my daughter, Eleanor.” Simon explained. Eleanor now shyly was hiding in between her fathers legs.

“I had no idea you had a kid LT.” Gaz said. The two men crouched down to greet the little girl. Simon’s hand came down to stroke her hair to tell her it’s okay. “Hello, Eleanor I’m Gaz & this is Soap.” She just stared back at them gripping onto the camouflage fabric of Simon’s pants.

“She’s just shy.” Simon explained & picked up his daughter.

“Well let’s get to it.” Price stated, & they all walked into one of the briefing rooms. “Simon why don’t you drop Eleanor off with Laswell while we conduct our briefing.” Price stated. “She’s just right next door.”

Simon carried his daughter out of the room & knocked on the door of the room next to them. Kate opened the door & smiled.

“Oh isn’t this a surprise!” Kate said.

“Could you just let her sit in here for a few? We’re about to do a briefing.” Simon asked. She nodded & Simon handed his daughter off to her with her pink backpack.

“Daddy where are you going?” Eleanor asked in a upset tone.

“Daddy’s going to be right next door.” He explained to her. “Then when I’m done you can come in.”

“Okay daddy.” She replied. Simon went into the briefing room & Laswell closed the door to her office. She placed the little girl on the ground who held onto her pink backpack.

“Whatcha got in there?” Laswell asked as she crouched down to her level.

“I have Barbie’s.” Eleanor said. “Do you know how to play with Barbie’s?” She asked. Laswell nodded, & Eleanor opened up her backpack to reveal her Barbie’s. The more questions Laswell asked the more comfortable Eleanor was around her. Once the briefing was finished, Simon went next door to check in on his daughter. There she was sitting with Laswell on the floor playing with her three favorite Barbie’s. Soap & Gaz also appeared in the doorway behind him. After a few minutes Eleanor realized her father was in the doorway. “Daddy!” She exclaimed excitedly. He never got tired of seeing her excitement when he walked into a room or came back from work.

“Hi princess, can I steal Laswell for a minute?” He asked. “Soap & Gaz will play if you want.” He said & Laswell got up. “Then after this we can get Macca’s for lunch.” She lit up at the sound of that.

“Okay daddy.” She said in agreement. Soap & Gaz soon joined her on the floor. She looked at them skeptically especially Soap. “Why is your hair that way?” She asked as she picked up one of her Barbie’s from the floor. Gaz had to control himself & try not to laugh.

“It’s a Mohawk, & I like it.” He replied. She really was Simon’s kid.

“Do you know how to play Barbie’s?” She asked them quizzically. They both looked at each other & then her. “It’s okay, I’ll show you.” Eleanor went on to explain the drama between three of the dolls. It was an elaborate betrayal & divorce plot that left the two men speechless. “That’s how you play Barbie’s.” They just stared back at her absolutely confused.

“Oh wow,” Soap said. “That’s uh wow. That took a sharp left turn.”

“I’ll say,” Gaz said. “What else did you bring?” He asked. She went to her backpack & whipped out the sticker sheets.

“Those look fun.” Soap said. Eleanor took a sticker of a unicorn off of the sheet & placed it on his forehead. The cutest giggle he had ever heard erupted from her lips. Soon his whole face & Gaz’s face were covered in stickers. Simon, Price, & Laswell had completed their briefing, & went to go check on the three of them next door. Once they opened the door Kate had to stifle a laugh. Simon looked on in amusement at his daughter who placing different stickers over his teammates faces.

“Eleanor, love what are you doing?” Simon asked.

“Making them pretty.” She replied very matter of factly.

“It looks like Lisa Frank threw up on them.” Laswell said.

“Hey we’re trying to make the new recruit here happy.” Soap replied with his eyes closed as she placed a new sticker on his forehead.

“New recruit?” Price asked.

“Yeah little Eleanor here.” Gaz answered. Simon smiled to himself as he watched his daughter enjoy herself. He knew she’d be asking to come to work with him again, but this time with more stickers.

Maroon

Alex Keller x F! Reader

Summary: A barracks party, spilled red wine, & a hangover bring a unlikely pair together (inspired by the Taylor Swift song off of the album Midnights)

Warnings: a lil spicy, female anatomy

You couldn’t believe your friend talked you into coming here. She had matched with some soldier off of Tinder & wanted a friend to come with her to make sure she was safe. As soon as you guys got onto the freakin base she ran off with her Tinder match, leaving you alone. Sitting in a lawn chair you were nursing a glass of red wine. The wine was incredibly cheap, & you winced every time you took a sip. Pure bitterness sat on your tongue. A group of soldiers were only a couple feet away from you playing some beer pong & other drinking games. They were insufferably loud & were incredibly drunk.

As you sat there mentally making a list of judgements you had no idea that you had an admirer. Alex stood cigarette in hand with a open beer can next to him overlooking out into the parking lot. The lower enlisted soldiers were up to their usual weekend shenanigans & he wanted to make sure nothing happened. No matter how many safety briefings at least one soldier was in some sort of trouble. He had noticed the young woman in the lawn chair with the wine in her hand. She looked absolutely miserable. Presumably, not there by choice judging by her body language.

She wore a fitted white cropped shirt & a pair of denim shorts. He couldn’t help noticed how well her chest filled out the shirt. Licking his lips he watched as she adjusted her shirt a bit. She looked around at the maroon sunset sky above her taking her eyes off of the soldiers playing beer pong. Then she looked over towards the barracks noticing Alex unapologetically looking at her. A crimson blush appeared on his cheeks from the embarrassment of getting caught checking her out.

You bit your red stained lips stifling a laugh at the handsome soldier with the facial hair who was just caught. He must’ve felt bold, because she watched him make his way down the stairs walking over to where she was seated. A lit cigarette & open can of beer where in one of his hands. The can looked significantly smaller in his hands with his hands nearly wrapped the around the entire circumference. A small crimson heat started to heat up your face in anticipation.

“Hello ma’am,” He said as he finally reached you. You looked up at handsome man & smiled. “I’m sorry for staring but I couldn’t help it.” He admitted. “You’re just so pretty I had to tell you that.” The heat on your face started to intensify from his compliment. “I’m Alex.” He said holding out his hand. You took his hand in yours shaking it.

“Y/N.” You replied smiling at him.

“I’m assuming you’re not here on your own free will.” He joked.

“Nope.” You said & started to play with the rim of the wine glass. “My friend decided to drag me here to make sure nothing would happen to her while she met up with some soldier.” You explained. “But now I can’t seem to locate her.”

“Ah,” He replied. “Which dating app?”

“Tinder.” You replied bluntly.

“Old reliable.” He joked & took a drag of his cigarette. “By chance would you want to come & sit up on the balcony it’s warmer then sitting down here. You’ll also be away from those idiots.”

“Sure,” You said & accepted his offer. “It beats sitting down here.” When you went to stand up your tripped over a rock spilling your red wine all down the front of your white t-shirt revealing your scarlet lace bra. The burgundy liquid stuck to your skin & completely stained the white material. “Shit!” You screamed out in frustration. Not that Alex enjoyed your misfortune of you ruining a perfectly good t-shirt but he wasn’t complaining at the sight in front of him.

“If you want I could give you one of my old t-shirts to wear for the time being.” He offered trying his hardest to maintain eye contact.

“I’d actually really appreciate it.” You replied taking him up on his offer. He lead you up the stairs to his barracks room. It was neat, well kept somewhat surprising you. A stark contrast from unkept messy room of the soldier your friend ran off with. He dug into a drawer & threw you an old pt shirt.

“If you’d like to take a quick shower to get cleaned up the bathroom is just through that door.” He offered. You walked into the bathroom & started the shower. Stripping out of your wine stained shirt & jeans you hopped into the shower. The warm water washed away the sticky red substance from your body. Once you were finally clean you grabbed the maroon bath towel that laid on the towel rack wrapping yourself in it. You walked out & Alex sat on his bed scrolling through this phone. He felt your presence & his eyes raked over your towel clad frame. You don’t know if was the wine talking or the sexual tension that been building but you dropped the towel. Pressing your blood red lips to his you had absolutely no idea you were getting yourself into.

You awoke the next morning with a heavy arm draped over your waist cocooned in burgundy bed sheets. The soft snores of Alex woke you up from the daze you were in. An overwhelming dull hangover made you groan as your eyes caught some of the light peaking out between the curtains. Alex stirred & woke up to you laying in his arms. His lips were stained from the lipstick that was now smeared onto your cheek. He pressed a small kiss to your lips & pulled you in tighter to his body.

“How did I end up here anyway?” You asked groaning.

“My roommates cheap red wine & screw top rosé.” He replied.

Chinese Food

Task Force 141 x F! Reader

Summary: Y/N is an American who’s Price’s Secretary with Task Force 141, being from America & let alone NYC where Chinese Food is a staple she is appalled with what Brits refer to as Chinese food

A/N: do not come for me if you’re British this is inspired by the whole Chinese Food TikTok debacle I’d also do anything rn for vegetable dumplings & lo mein god I miss New York City (my hometown) so much

Warnings: none

“I’m going to order some Chinese who wants?” Gaz asked. It was their monthly game night, & you being Price’s secretary got dragged into coming. You were still fairly new & he thought this would be a good way for you to meet everyone. So here you are sitting around a Monopoly table. Everyone started to shout out different food items, & Gaz started to add them to his DoorDash cart. You just ordered some lo mein. Mid game the food was dropped off. Everyone put down their Monopoly money & walked into the living room. One by one everyone started to grab their orders out of the bag. Y/N looked down at the labeling on a styrofoam container that was handed to her & looked confused. It read out in scribble sharpie “chips.”

“Uh I didn’t order french fries.” Y/N said trying to hand the fries back.

“Oh those come with your meal.” Gaz said opening his container. She looked at him confused, back home in New York that would be blasphemy.

“What?” Y/N replied confused. “You don’t eat french fries with Chinese food.” They all stopped to look at her.

“Uh yeah you do.” Soap said. “Here let me show you how to eat Chinese food.” You had lived in New York City your whole life & not once had you seen Chinese food eaten this way. Soap picked up the curry sauce & your eyes got wide.

“Woah woah woah.” You said super loudly. “What the hell is going on here? I’ve never see this before. And I grew up in New York City!” They all stared at her super confused. “Who mixes french fries with Chinese food?!”

The whole room erupted into different reactions & explanations about the food, then it turned into America vs. Britain. There was a lot going on.

“Okay relax One Direction.” Y/N said to calm everyone down, which that sarcastic comment really silenced everyone. “The next time we’re all in New York I’m talking all of you to my favorite little Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. Deal.”

“Deal.” They all said in unison & kept saying.

“At least you don’t microwave your tea.” Gaz said.

“I drink sweet iced tea.” You replied, & everyone look at you like you just said the most appalling comment on the planet.

“Dear lord.” Simon said & shook his head. This was going to be a long evening.