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「 Captain John Price ❤︎」

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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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ꕤ Colonel "König" ꕤ Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin ꕤ Andre "Nikto" ꕤ Sebastian Krueger

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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Johnny was a naturally chaotic man and you loved him for the ruckus he could create — but you also loved the private moments with him

cw: john "soap" mactavish x gn!reader

Johnny was notorious for his chaos. He was unapologetically noisy and the embodiment of a rowdy Scotsman’s.

You knew what you were getting into when you fell for his boyish charm: His accented voice that had you hooked, his toned body that embraced you so lovingly, his toothy smile that made your heart throb — he was perfect. Perfectly yours.

You expected that your relationship with johnny would be private; previous exes didn't really show you off so why would Johnny be different?

Oh, how wrong you were. He talked about you constantly. You were his heart and he bared his chest out to everyone.

"Guess wha'? My sweet bonnie got a promotion yesterday!"

"The missus made me cinnamon rolls yesterday!"

"My darlin' knitted me these socks!"

Everyday you would get a message from his mates, complaining how he wouldn't shut up about you. You'd giggle each time seeing their annoyed messages, your heart swelling hearing him proudly speak of your accomplishments and how much he adored you.

"Johnny, your mates texted me today about how you kept chattering on about me. Keep it to a minimum, could you love?" You'd scold Johnny lightly, but fold immediately seeing his bottom lip protrude to form a pout and whine how he just wanted to talk about his darling. How could you say no to that while his arms are wrapped around your figure and peppering kisses all over your face?

Despite his need to be a chatterbox and fill the room with whatever his mind was thinking, you also appreciated the quiet moments with him.

Whenever he came back from a draining mission and all he wanted was to lay his head down on your pillowy thighs and listen to the soft hum of your voice as your fingers threaded through his hair — you could never decline. Having him breathing softly on your lap and eyes fluttered shut, away from war and in the arms of his beloved.

But your favorite is when he asks you to come with him on a walk. His hand intertwined with yours, thumb brushing against your knuckle, the setting sun casting a golden hue on Johnny that had you bewitched — he never looked so perfect.

He'd catch the way your eyes twinkled as you stared at him, a chuckle falling from his lips.

"Somethin' caught your eye darlin'?"

"Yea—" Your voice barely above a murmur, breath hitched when he took a step closer. His gentle smile made your chest tingle in warmth, calloused hands rubbing against the apple of your cheeks as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss — slow and steady so he could savor the feeling of your lips against his.

You both reluctantly pulled away, limbs still pressed against each other and chests heaving as his lips pressed lazily against your flushed face.

"I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you, bonnie."

Oh, how you loved that he adored you so loudly and gently at the same time.

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boydad!simon once his son is big enough to start walking on his own

boydad!Simon - one - two

cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

Once your little man learned to walk on his own, there wasn't a moment in the day when he wasn't trailing behind Simon, giggling as his pudgy feet pattered against the wood floor. You'd snort each time you saw Simon abruptly stop, your little boy bumping straight into Simon's calf and his sweet giggles still echoing in the house as he fell down onto the floor.

Simon loved cradling his son, but he loved even more letting his son wrap his tiny hand around his finger and "drag" him to where ever he wanted to go. To the kitchen? Sure bud. To the bathroom? Of course. To mommy? Following right behind him.

It was a laughable sight, especially at stores where your giant brute of a husband was getting dragged by a little boy who barely even reached his knees.

You'd push the trolley behind the two of them, a smile permanently on your face as you'd hear your little one babble in their baby language and Simon nodding in agreement. It swelled your heart with pride every time someone would pass by, a smile forming on their face seeing the adorable interaction between a father and son. You made him a daddy and god was he damn good at it.

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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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 🤭

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.

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