Johnny Was A Naturally Chaotic Man And You Loved Him For The Ruckus He Could Create — But You Also

Johnny knows he's messed up when his sweet bonnie calls him "Johnathon"

pairing: john "soap" mactavish x gn!reader

You had a handful of nicknames you'd call Johnny.

Love, Honey, Baby — whatever you were in the mood for.

Johnny loved all your nicknames, always giggling and smiling ear to ear whenever you'd endearingly mention him. Ever since dating you he's never heard his actual name, even at base it'd be soap or johnny.

Until he messed up. Big time.

"We have to talk when you come home Johnathon."

It was just one message you sent to Johnny and he damn near shat his pants.

His mates knew something was up when he was eerily quiet — his usual dorky remarks and tease nowhere to be found and instead replaced by uncomfortable silence along with rhythmic thumping of his foot.

"What's got your knickers twisted Johnny?" Simon would question, arms crossed as he stared down at Johnny.

"The missus is angry with me."

Even Simon knew that was a death sentence — his mate might as well have one foot in the grave.

Johnny ran around town to gather a bouquet with your favorite flowers, candy, takeaway; he bought the whole damn city just to somewhat quell your wrath when he came home.

He hesitantly opened the door, and after only 2 second when he entered his house he immediately felt your looming presence.

"Johnathon." Your voice was stern, arms crossed, and an empty pint of ice cream in your hands.

Johnny gulped, his eyes darting from your scrunched face to the empty pint of ice cream.

Your favorite ice cream, nonetheless.

"Luv—"

"Don't. You greedy man!" You cussed at him, face scrunched in anger as your hand dug into the plastic body of the ice cream. "You ate all of my ice cream, and even had the audacity to put it back in the fridge after!"

Johnny knew he couldn't say anything back unless he wanted his bonnie to be even more angry at him, so he just stood and let you vent at him, calling him a gluttonous beast and every other name in the book (he deserved it because seriously, who leaves the ice cream in the fridge after they eat it?)

After you finished yelling at him, a bit breathless and panting, he'd scoop you into his arms — coddle and kiss you until all the anger washed out your body and you went back to calling him your baby.

He also made sure the next day you'd have your favorite ice cream tucked into the fridge, less he wants his poor bonnie to lash out at him again for his gluttony.

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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

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.

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König is addicted to kissing your cervix

pairing: könig x afab!reader cw: p in v, unprotected s (wrap it before you tap it!), oral (reader receives), aftercare, google translated German

König is massive — no shocker: 6'10, built like a mountain, burly arms, meaty thighs, thick cock.

It made sense that he'd fill you up easily, albeit with a lot of struggle. It'd be a long and tedious process to make sure your cunt was stretched enough that it wouldn't tear from his sheer size.

His flat tongue lapping at your folds; deep growls making your clit throb and the sheets soak under you as your slick dripped down the curves of your ass. God — just from eating you out he makes you cum so hard to the point your knuckles would turn white from gripping the sheets and your vision blurred with hot white stars.

Your chest heaving — breaths short and erratic as König groaned against your slicked cunt.

"Relax, Schatz."

König's raspy voice made shivers crawl down your spine, whimpers spilling out your lips as he pulled away and his thick hands grabbed at the flush meat of your hips.

A gasp choked out your mouth when his broad hips forced your legs further apart, eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling his throbbing tip rub against your sensitive entrance, fluttering around nothing but the teasing roll of his hips.

"So needy, ja? Tell me how desperate you are for my cock, mein liebchen."

"Please... Please König—"

Your nails dug red crescents into könig's muscular shoulders, shuddering as he slid inside, feeling every inch of him fill you up and split you open. You groaned as his hips pressed flush against your ass, a deep growl forming from König's chest as he babbled slurred praises in broken german about how tight and warm you were.

The bed would creak from his sheer speed, a mix of groans and whines coming from the both of you as his cock kept slamming into your gummy cervix — your belly protruding from each thrust as you cried from the mix of pleasure and pain.

"Köni— König! Ah—"

Tears flowed down your face as a sheen of sweat covered your body, lips parted and drool leaking as lewd smacks and moans filled the air.

Each time his tip would kiss your cervix your hips would buck up, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before König would growl at you to open your eyes.

"Don't shut your eyes mein schatz. Look at me — Look. At. Me."

He would say each word between a powerful thrust, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look directly at his hungry and desperate gaze.

His thrusts would grow sloppy and more desperate as he neared his climax, your knees bent next to your head as he grunted between each ruthless slam of his aching cock into your sopping wet cunt.

"Scheiße— Scheiße, du bist so gut... Ugh— so good liebchen."

Your thighs trembled, body growing sore and a swelling ache forming in your abdomen from the amount of times he's slammed his massive cock against your poor cervix. But you couldn't care about the bubbling pain at that moment — your mind to fried and hazy with the thought of his cock to care about the tingling pain growing in your belly.

After he slammed his hips one last time, pumping hot white ropes into your cunt and groaning seeing some of his seed spill out your twitching folds he'd gently pull out — voice soft and gentle as he peppered you in kisses.

He'd bring a damp cloth and wash you up properly all while whispering how good you did, his warm lips making your skin shiver as his other hand rubbed at your sensitive tummy that endured his merciless pounding.

"Feeling okay, schatz?"

"Yeah... but you have to stop kissing my cervix so much." You'd whine softly, earning a chuckle from König as he kissed you.

"I'll try, mein liebchen."

(spoiler: he doesn't)

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Authors Note: thank you to my equally insane bestie for beta reading this also 🤭

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

pairing: captain john price x fem!reader cw: Military inaccuracies

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)

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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)

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König is addicted to kissing your cervix

cw: könig x afab!reader, p in v, oral (reader receives), aftercare

König is massive — no shocker: 6'10, built like a mountain, burly arms, meaty thighs, thick cock.

It made sense that he'd fill you up easily, albeit with a lot of struggle. It'd be a long and tedious process to make sure your cunt was stretched enough that it wouldn't tear from his sheer size.

His flat tongue lapping at your folds; deep growls making your clit throb and the sheets soak under you as your slick dripped down the curves of your ass. God — just from eating you out he makes you cum so hard to the point your knuckles would turn white from gripping the sheets and your vision blurred with hot white stars.

Your chest would be heaving — breaths short and erratic as König groaned against your slicked cunt.

"Relax, Schatz."

König's raspy voice made shivers crawl down your spine, whimpers spilling out your lips as he pulled away and his thick hands grabbed at the flush meat of your hips.

A gasp choked out your mouth when his broad hips forced your legs further apart, eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling his throbbing tip rub against your sensitive entrance, fluttering around nothing but the teasing roll of his hips.

"So needy, ja? Tell me how desperate you are for my cock, mein liebchen."

"Please... Please König—"

Your nails dug red crescents into könig's muscular shoulders, shuddering as he slid inside, feeling every inch of him fill you up and split you open. You groaned as his hips pressed flush against your ass, a deep growl forming from König's chest as he babbled slurred praises in broken german about how tight and warm you were.

The bed would creak from his sheer speed, a mix of groans and whines coming from the both of you as his cock kept slamming into your gummy cervix — your belly protruding from each thrust as you cried from the mix of pleasure and pain.

"Köni— König! Ah—"

Tears flowed down your face as a sheen of sweat covered your body, lips parted and drool leaking as lewd smacks and moans filled the air.

Each time his tip would kiss your cervix your hips would buck up, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before König would growl at you to open your eyes.

"Don't shut your eyes mein schatz. Look at me — Look. At. Me."

He would say each word between a powerful thrust, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look directly at his hungry and desperate gaze.

His thrusts would grow sloppy and more desperate as he neared his climax, your knees bent next to your head as he grunted between each ruthless slam of his aching cock into your sopping wet cunt.

"Scheiße— Scheiße, du bist so gut... Ugh— so good liebchen."

Your thighs trembled, body growing sore and a swelling ache forming in your abondmen from the amount of times he's slammed his massive cock against your poor cervix. But you couldn't care about the bubbling pain at that moment — your mind to fried and hazy with the thought of his cock to care about the tingling pain growing in your belly.

After he slammed his hips one last time, pumping hot white ropes into your cunt and groaning seeing some of his seed spill out your twitching folds he'd gently pull out — voice soft and gentle as he peppered you in kisses.

He'd bring a damp cloth and wash you up properly all while whispering how good you did, his warm lips making your skin shiver as his other hand rubbed at your sensitive tummy that endured his merciless pounding.

"Feeling okay, schatz?"

"Yea... but you have to stop kissing my cervix so much." You'd whine softly, earning a chuckle from König as he kissed you.

"I'll try, mein liebchen."

(spoiler: he doesn't)

thank you to my equally insane bestie for beta reading this also 🤭

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

cw: könig x afab!reader

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.

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