Counting The Freckles On König's Face As You Two Lay On The Couch After An Exhausting Day

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 🤭

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.

pairing: könig x gn!reader cw: social anxiety

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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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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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.

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

cw: older!captain john price x younger!gn!reader (legal age gap)

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.)

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just watched sinners and it was amazing! highly recommend! it it had me thinking of vampire!nikto trying to get reader to let him in.

pairing: vampire!nikto x afab!reader

cw: p in v, unprotected s (wrap it before you tap it), fingering reader receives, dub-con, vampires duh, southern inaccuracies, accent inaccuracies, sinners au, very ooc but this is set in the south and he's a vampire so... tw: blood wc: 1.6k

You heard rumors of vampires through the grapevine, hushed whispers as if evoking the word vampire would be enough to summon them. You had a hard time thinking that such a devil could exist in this quiet part of the south which had nothing but cotton fields and dust storms as far as the eye could see.

What business did vampires have down here?

You scoffed at the idea, shaking your head at the notion. Some farmer boys probably heard too many stories and were spreading tall-tales around the town for the fun of it.

Just as the sky turned to a hazy pink, the sun setting, you retired back to your little cottage. You hung up your shoes and then padded your way to your kitchen, tying an apron around your figure as you prepared to make your infamous orange juice. You hummed as your hand squeezed a batch of oranges, the crickets of grasshoppers and squelching of the supple fruit filling the solitude of the night.

It was quiet, just like every other night before it and probably every night after it. You planned on squeezing just a few more oranges and then you'd retire for the night, rewind and get cozy under your covers with a book tucked in your hands. 

However, your plans derailed when there was knocking at your front porch. You spun your head to the door, eyebrows scrunched, scrutinizing the offending sound.

Who could possibly be knocking this late?

You wiped the grime of your labor onto your apron, eyebrow cocked as you hesitantly walked towards the door.

"Who out there?" You spoke out, hand steady on your rifle you had on standby. A rifle you've kept for months, gifted to you by your lover. Use it to protect yourself while he was off fighting, he told you. 

"It just me baby." A rugged voice spoke from behind the door — a voice you immediately recognized. You dropped your rifle, your hand reaching for the doorknob.

"Andre?" You whipped the door open, eyes wide in disbelief seeing the man you had promised yourself to standing in front of you, breathing and alive. He was still the behemoth of a man you had etched in your memories, and still in that dirty soldier uniform you saw him in before he left for that accursed war.

"I promised I'd be back and marry you after, didn' I? Well, here I am. Just let me in baby." His drawl lured you in, sultry voice hooking you just like it did so many months ago before he left.

Yet, you hesitated. Something about him was... wrong. He looked like your Andre, but he didn't feel like your Andre. A twisted and sick imitation of your lover.

"You— Is it really you, Andre?" You whispered, voice trembling as you looked at his eyes, bloodshot and lidded. He had an unfocused look, not really seeing you like he did before. It was a hungry look, like his bones were aching for something you didn't know about.

"Who else would it be if not me baby?" He chuckled, much more relaxed than he's ever been. His voice didn't have that hint of tension he usually had, and his shoulders weren't rigid like they were before.

You gulped, your head spinning as you tried to rationalize your cautious thoughts. Maybe he just loosened up after the war. He was Andre — your Andre. He had to be. Definitely.

"Yeah... yeah— sorry baby, had a rough day today." You shook off your hesitance, reeling the door back to let him in.

Andre smiled, a toothy smile that made your spine crawl. You could see his sharp teeth and how red his gums were.

Were his canines always so sharp?

He took one step inside your quaint home, rolling his shoulder as he exhaled a heavy sigh, like there was a boulder on his back that came off once he entered your cottage.

He hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him and he chuckled hearing the shrill of your voice from his sudden action. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his nose dragging along the muscle where your neck and collar bone connected.

"Fuck, you smell good." Andre inhaled deeply, his tongue lapping at your skin to taste the sweat on your body. "I wanna taste you tonight baby. Been so long since I had you like this— that damn war had me starving."

You squealed as you felt his tongue drag along your flesh, nearly falling onto the rickety floorboards from how Andre was holding you. He always had an imposing pressure to him, but it felt like he was trying to crush you right now.

Your lips parted to let out a whine but his lips were quick to catch yours, sloppy and desperate, his tongue licking at your teeth and swiping over the roof of your mouth.

You groaned at how nasty the kiss was — it was depraved and dirty, but god it had your knees weak, hands clutching at his burly forearms to steady yourself.

You push yourself off of him, panting and breathless as you looked up at him.

"An—"

You were barely able to let out a syllable when he yanked at your arm, his grip tight and unyielding as he pushed you onto the couch. You leaned onto your elbows, eyes wide and face flushed as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

"I'm starving baby, and you look like a damn meal right now." He tilted his head as he looked down at you, grinning like a madman. The sight made you quiver, feeling like a piece of meat rather than his lover.

Your gaze fell down to his glossy mouth, noting the drool that was seeping past the corner of his lips.

Strange.

"Andre, you're drooling." You commented, your heart racing a little faster as your brain tried to connect each of these strange occurrences. Andre's sudden appearance, his relaxed demeanor, his drool, and that damn insatiable look of hunger in his eyes.

"Just excited baby. You wanna taste?" He chuckled, giving you no time to linger on your observations as his hands already started groping at your body. He grabbed at the flush meat of your thighs, bunching up your skirt up to your hips, a low growl coming from his chest when he saw the damp spot on your panties. "Fuck, look how wet she is for me."

Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers tug your panties to the side, whimpering as the cool night air hit your cunt. You instinctively tried to close your legs, but his hands kept them spread wide open.

"None of that baby. Let me see her." Andre grunted, two of his fingers swiping at your slick cunt, gathering up your juices onto his fingers. A chuckle rumbled out of him when he saw how you shivered, your body reacting just the same as when he deflowered you so many months ago.

"Been a while since I've had you, but seems your body still remembers me perfectly clear."

You groaned when he removed his fingers, hips bucking into the air at the loss of friction.

"Andre, don' tease me." You whispered, your hands gently pulling at him so he was on top of you, but it was then when you noticed his eyes. His baby blue's that you adored were replaced by an empty grey, a haunting color that made your heart stop.

He wasn't Andre.

He noticed the look of horror in your eyes, his smile forming into a terrifying grin as one hand harshly grabbed at your cheeks and pushed you down while the other held down your hips, keeping you caged under him.

"Oh baby, I was hoping you wouldn' notice." He spoke softer, as if trying to soften the damage. You squirmed and writhed, trying to kick your feet at him but he was strong — so fucking strong. Your futile attempts were like a little kitten head butting against his muscled body.

"Shh, easy girl. I won' hurt 'ya." He reassured you, but you knew he was just whispering sweet lies so you'd ease up and let him in.

You squealed when you felt his leaking tip against your slick hole, tears welling in your eyes as he slowly slid inside, filling you up inch by inch until his hip was flush against the swell of your ass. " 'atta girl... my sweet girl, taking me so well aren' 'ya?" He cooed, his thumb swiping at the tear pricking down the corner of your eye, shushing you as he slowly began to rock his hips.

You hated how your body took him, how your hole weeped at each of his thrusts, and even worse how you moaned in ecstasy. You didn't want to admit it, but It felt good — really fucking good.

"Taking me so good, yeah? Fuck— Fucking missed how you clench around me baby." He purred in your ear, his tongue licking at the shell of your ear and making your back arch off the couch. He knew exactly what you liked, how to make you unravel and turn into putty in his hands.

He fucked you just like how Andre did.

"An— hnngh-" Your mind was breaking, eyes squeezed shut at how his cock kept hitting your g-spot, making you mewl and cry beneath him until you were a puddle.

He dragged sloppy kisses down from your flushed cheeks to the meat of your neck, sucking and nibbling on the tender skin, making a shiver shoot up your body when you felt his sharp canines poke at your skin.

Your nails clawed at his back, trying to scratch at him and push him off but he was a determined man that wouldn't stop until you could feel him in your veins and your heart only pumped for him. 

"Don' fight it, once I bite you we'll be together forever baby."

And you didn't — or really you couldn't. You couldn't fight how he held you down, his hot seed filling you up as he sank his teeth into your flesh, letting you shake and writhe until your hands fell limp and your eyes glossed over.

"You're beautiful like this." Andre grinned, his mouth covered in blood and the crimson liquid dripping down his chin. He looked down at your trembling form, licking his bloodied lips as he was entranced by your body shifting into a vampire.

His beautiful bride, a vampire just like him now.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

Authors Note: I put a bunch of references to sinners lol! If you've seen the movie then you probably noticed them

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.

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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.

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Simon helps you put on your heels

cw: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader

"Simon, can you help me love?"

Your back was facing simon, head turned to look at him behind your shoulder.

He was in the middle of buttoning his shirt, a chuckle rumbling out of his chest as he stepped closer to you — calloused hands running along your back, savoring the feeling of his hands on your soft skin. He lowered his head and planted a kiss your shoulder, making the small hairs on the back of your nape rise and a whine fall past your lips.

"Simon." You'd huff out softly, pouting at him for being such a tease.

"Sorry darlin', you just look so beautiful."

He whispered lovingly, planting one more gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder before zipping up your dress.

"You're stunning, love." Simon hummed as he looked at you through the mirror, his hands resting on your hips as he kissed the top of your head.

"We're gonna be late if you keep this up Simon."

"I wouldn't mind that."

You rolled your eyes, wriggling yourself out of his grasp as you walked to where your heels were. Simon followed closely behind, hooking his arm around your waist to stop you from bending down to grab your heels.

"I'll do it for you love."

Simon purred softly, kneeling on one leg as his hands guided your feet to slip into your heels, planting a tender kiss on your knee as you giggled at the soft affection.

"Si—"

You gasped when his lips went further up your leg, immediately grabbing his scalp and pulling him away — a grin on his face as your frowned.

"We can't be late Simon!"

You'd remind him and he'd huff playfully, still smiling as he got up onto his feet and press a kiss on your temple.

"After the party then love?"

"Fine." You'd roll your eyes, but your frown couldn't last when he kept peppering kisses all over your face.

Sneaky bastard, knew exactly how to rile you up and then calm you down. (And he definitely got what he wanted after the party)

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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