Just Found Out I'm On My Period So I Wrote About Our Favorite Austrian Coming To Your Beck And Call During

just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week

pairing: könig x afab!reader cw: period discomforts

König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.

So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.

"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.

"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.

"Period?"

"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.

After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.

"I can't believe women have to go through that."

"Once a month for the rest of our life."

"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.

From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)

His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.

trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.

he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

John prides himself in his professionalism but that professionalism wavered when he met his major's sweet eldest daughter.

cw: captain john price x fem!reader

John didn't become a captain through some stoke of luck. He clawed his way to the top — created a name for himself through sheer hard-work. Very few people could command him in the SAS, and one of those people was your father.

Your father was respected and feared, loved and detested — a man that made it to the top of the food chain with heavy scars to prove his worth.

You tagged along with your mother and father to some social event since your day was free while your little sisters went out with their friends. It's not like you had anything better to do so why not join them?

You smiled at every single one of your father's subordinates, noting how they all seemed to cower away and treated you like you were some bomb waiting to explode. It made a pout form on your face, feeling a bit frustrated that everyone thought you were like your gruff father.

Except one man. Captain price.

Not only did his warm smile make your heart leap out of your chest, but when he willingly extended his hand for a handshake and then kissed your knuckles — you became a puddle on the floor.

John knew the correct approach would have just been acknowledging his major's daughter but you were so pretty: your pretty navy blue blouse and chic white skirt that cut off at your thighs had his eyes glued to you. He swore you had a halo behind your head and a pair of white wings on your back — you looked so heavenly he would've fallen on his knees to worship you if you guys weren't at this event.

His boys could easily see the bewitched look on their captains face, teasing him and making smug remarks all throughout the night.

"The captains found a pretty bird, eh?"

He didn't care if you were the major's sweet daughter — he heard the soft gasp that came out your lips when his lips pressed against your skin and he knew he was going to be yours.

(Your dad was just happy that you picked one of his captains and not some snappy recruit)

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

Price is absolutely baffled when he see's his lovie's phone layout (old man confusion)

pairing: older!captain john price x younger!gn!reader cw: age gap relationship

When price started dating someone much younger than him — nearly a 20 year age gap — he knew there would be some generational misunderstandings.

You'd scrunch your face in bewilderment every time he'd reference some old childhood show he watched, a beat of awkward silence passing before it finally clicked in his head that while he was watching the show you weren't even a thought yet.

He'd look at you unamused whenever you talk in gen-z lingo, his eyebrows furrowed while you tried to explain "gyatt" in between your giggles because come on, how are you meant to tell him with a straight face that gyatt means a fat ass?

One lazy morning, you were doomscrolling through your phone, absentmindedly moving your thumb and not bothering to move as John sluggishly trudged towards you. His beefy arms curled around your waist, grumbling as he pulled you closer under the comforter — but then his eyes shot wide open when he saw how different your screen was.

It had little icons, pictures, and other things that definitely weren't on the regular iphone screen. Hell, you had a damn record spinning on there somehow!

"Why's your phone look like that?" John gruffly spoke, eyes squinted as you turned your head and laughed at his confused expression.

"I decorated it using widgets."

"Widgets?"

The lazy morning turned into you decorating John's phone (he requested a brown theme); you smiling as you handed it back to him after decorating it in a light brown aesthetic. He was surprised at how quick you had transformed his phone, but hummed in appreciation and planted a kiss on your cheek as a thank you.

The boys at base had a good laugh seeing their captain's phone all "dolled up." (Soap laughed the hardest so he was given bathroom cleaning duties for the rest of the month.)

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

I'm actually gonna crash out I was writing a price x reader drabble and it didn't save...

könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.

cw: könig x gn!reader

You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.

König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.

On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?

It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.

Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.

It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.

"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.

You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.

"König—"

"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.

everyone adores girldad!Simon but what about boydad!Simon?

boydad!Simon - one - two

cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

When he bit into the cupcake and saw the light blue butter-cream inside, your muscles tensed as you waited for his reaction... and you almost let out a startled gasp when you saw he had broken down into tears.

He fell onto his knees and wrapped his burly arms around your swollen figure, treasuring your beautiful body that was carrying his son. His stream of tears ruined your sundress but it was hard to care about that in the moment — your ex-military husband that never cried in front of you was now full blown sobbing on his knees while hugging you and breathlessly thanking you for giving him a son between his sniffles.

Simon's hand never strayed from your bump, constantly gliding his hand under your shirt and a fond smile curved onto his face as he felt his baby, his son, kick at his palm.

"he sure is energetic, isn't he love? Should get him started on rugby once he pops out."

He spent months making sure the nursery would be perfect for the little one. He built the cot, rocking chair, installed the shelves — everything. Anytime you tried to lend a helping hand he'd grumble and immediately pick you up bridal style and carry you back to bed, tucking you under the comforter and then pressing a firm kiss on your temple while muttering in a gruff tone, "stay in bed, lovie."

But all that anticipation and excitement couldn't compare to when he actually got to hold his son in the hospital. Your baby looked comically small in Simon's well built arms, but also so perfect cradled in his father's arms and a baby blue blanket wrapped around his body. That was the 2nd time you'd ever seen Simon cry.

"Hey bud, I'm your old man." Simon whispered to the small infant, tears flowing down the curves of his face as he looked down at his precious son. His son.

eee I have so many ideas for boydad!Simon !! I just had to pump this one out first hehe

i've been swamped with school work sooo... simon taking care of reader after a study session

pairing: simon ghost riley x student!reader

Hours muddled together in your mind — the only thing keeping you awake was the occasional shuffles of feet passing in the library, pages turning, books being grabbed from shelves, and the shushed sighs of stress.

Your eyelids fought to stay awake, feeling so heavy and drowsy that you felt akin to a heavy rain cloud ready to pour. The cup of coffee wasn't helping anymore either, your bones to tired and wrist to sore to continue with your notes.

Your feet dragged behind you as your trudged into your car, hands weakly gripping the steering wheel as a nagging voice spoke in your head that you were in no position to be driving right now.

You fumbled out your phone from your pocket, your thumb clicking on Simon's contact before groggily muttering to him that you were too tired to drive home from the library.

You tried to be patient and wait for him, but your exhaustion won. Your eyes fluttered shut and your breathing slowed down, a gentle sight for Simon when he came to the library parking lot and saw you peacefully passed out in your car.

The next morning you'd awake to a warm, cozy bed, sunlight flickering into the room, and fresh pair of clothes at the end of the bed for you to change into.

You stretched your sore body, yawning as you blearily looked at the bedside table and saw a scribbled note on the wooden surface.

Theres oatmeal in the fridge with cut up fruit and orange juice. Love you

—Simon

Your lips curve into a smile, your heart feeling warm at the sincere and sweet message left by Simon. Despite being pulled and pushed as a solider, he still tried his best to be there for you in your academic pursuit.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

boydad!simon misses when his son was a little newborn.

[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]

cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

You liked to think that you showed off your son a decent amount of times with pride like every other parent — but Simon took it to a different level. Anyone who gave him a moment of their time would be subject to listening to him ramble about his adorable son and be forced to see the catalogue of videos he keeps in his gallery.

Regarding that information, It came to no one's surprise that he was a fanatic for taking pictures of your little boy — doesn't matter if it was just him simply playing with his blocks it needed to be photographed!

He began the tradition that once a month he'd take a cute picture of your son next to a ballon that said how old he was in months. He even bought a new polaroid camera for it so he can tuck the images away safely in a photo-book (and most definitely show to your son to tease him once he's older).

Today would be the 8th month of the tradition, your little boy already laying down on a soft wooly blanket as he happily kicked his feet and his chubby hands smacked against the ballon.

You smiled down at your son, cooing at him as you waited for Simon to come in with his camera.

But, after 10 minutes you began to worry. You scooped your son up from the blanket, carefully cradling him and walking to your master bedroom.

"Simon!" You called out into the house, your baby on your hip as you looked through the house for your husband.

Your hand curled around the door knob to your bedroom, creaking the wooden door open and your eyes landing on Simon sitting on the edge of the bed with one of your son's old baby onesies — the first one he wore after you took him back from the hospital.

"Oh, love." You whisper softly, your little boy letting out a curious gurgle when he saw his father sitting on the bed.

"He used to fit in this." Simon mumbled to himself, his hands gently running along the fabric of the onesie.

"Yea, our baby grew up so quick." You added, shuffling yourself to sit beside Simon while your baby squealed and sat in your lap.

"Can't believe it's already been 8 months. He'll be off to uni soon enough." Simon let out a shaky breath, your gaze growing softer seeing his eyes become glossy and his waterline filling with tears.

"He'll always be our baby even when he's grown, love." You reassuringly reminded Simon, a heavy sigh leaving him as his shoulders relaxed. Your little boy wriggled in your arms, crawling his way to his father's arm and giggling once Simon held him securely in his arms.

"You better not grow up too fast on me." Simon playfully lectured your son, cradling the little boy as his large hand gently ruffled his dirty blonde tuft of hair — same shade as his daddy's.

You smiled at the scene in front of you, your head against Simon's shoulder as you both looked lovingly down at your baby. He'll grow up and become a respectable young man, but for now he was in his father's arms and loved unconditionally.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

「 Task Force 141 ❤︎」

ꕤ Captain John Price ꕤ Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley ꕤ Sergeant John "Soap" Mactavish ꕤ Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.

cw: könig x gn!reader

You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.

König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.

On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?

It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.

Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.

It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.

"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.

You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.

"König—"

"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」