Here you’ll find all my series, and one-shots organised. I always update it as I post. I’m a slow writer and only post when I have time, so bear with me pls and stay tuned for more! <3
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Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
“Honor Bound” – Knight!Gaz x Princess!reader (on hold)
A fallen princess becomes a maid in the house of the royal knight who destroyed her family.
"Burden" - Bodyguard!Gaz x Spoiled rich girl!Reader (Coming soon)
John ‘Bravo Six’ Price
“Hot Pursuit” - Cop!Price x Crimefanatic!reader (Ongoing)
"Essence" - Royal Kight!Price x f!reader (Ongoing)
A Knight left wounded after the great war is given a consolation prize.
Poly!141
Mafia AU (on hold)
A law student who performs shows at night, and catch the eyes of a group of dangerous man.
Against the odds (complete)
What’s an abandoned pregnant women in a zombie apocalypse to do but die ?
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Witch!Reader
Thieving bunny - Tf141 x Reader
Johnny 'Soap' McTavish X Hunter!Reader , Part 2
Single mother x 141 (individual pairings) 4/4
Civilian reader X 141 (poly)
Rolling - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader
Never again- TF141 (Individual pairings)
Baby-Making - Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
Conditioning - Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Marriage Proposals - Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x GnReader
everyone in the notes we are all holding hands. everyone who hasnt worked on a wip in weeks or months or years, its okay. we are going slow but we are going
We’ve heard of shy reader who’s scared of sitting on Johnny’s face, or at least not willing to put their whole weight onto it.
How about reader who unapologetically will, letting their weight trap his face between their thighs.
You’re holding onto the headboard and rubbing yourself on his nose as if it owed you money.
Eyes tight shut, mouth apart, chasing your next orgasm.
Your body shuddered, your head falling back, and curses tumbling out of your lips.
Your ears rang, and your mind fogged from how hard you just came.
This caused you to almost forget the poor Sergeant between your legs.
His nails dug into the flesh of your supple thighs, eagerly slurping up and stroking his cock. His hips bucked as he came, a choked moan vibrating into your sensitive parts and causing another tremor out of you.
“Fuck...” You moaned as you pulled away, lowering yourself to his chest instead.
At the sight of him, you bit your lip, holding back a laugh.
His hair was sticking to his forehead, his pupils were blown, and he had a dumb look plastered on his flushed face.
His chin and nose glistened, still wet with a mix of his spit and your leftover slick.
“You’re alright down there?” You chuckled.
His mouth parted, but no word came out.
His lungs were screaming to take deep breaths. He could only nod as his chest hastily rose and fell under you.
He was most definitely suffocating.
Yet for someone who just grazed death, he had an air of beatitude.
You leaned down, kissing his lips,
“I told you I’d get lost in the moment. You should’ve tapped out if you needed air.”
He shook his head, “I don’t think I wanted any.”
“Is that right?” You asked, a smirk spreading on your lips.
“Bonnie, I saw the stars.” He breathed out.
“Those were spots, babe, you were out of oxygen…”
“T’was fucking beautiful.” He muttered, still a little out of it. “Do it again.”
“How about you catch your breath first, hm?” You laughed, gently wiping his face.
It’s safe to say, after this, you’d get a few more close calls, because his new favorite way to cum was while being smothered by your thighs.
reader that isn’t a bimbo? Reader that is put together and likes dressing up? Reader that’s older than 18-20? Reader that’s not white-coded??? Reader who doesn’t have daddy issues? Reader who does have daddy issues in a “man hater” way? Reader who’s taller than 4’11-5’0?? Reader who’s quiet and reserved and not in a robotic way or stuttering way? Reader who’s Tina Belcher coded? Reader who gives off the vibe of a creepy barn owl but somehow it’s endearing? Reader who’s charismatic and charming? Reader who’s-
I’m so tired of overthinking my posts, I’m giving myself a break, another resolution of mine this year. Imma start posting more random blurbs man fuck it!
There was a waitress at a pub that Kyle started bringing Johnny to. She was funny, had a mischievous glint in her eye, but also couldn’t remember him for shit.
It was amusing the first time, the second, but as it continued, it became a personal affront.
“Kyle! Same as always?” You said in your usual cheerful tone.
“You’d be a doll. One for my friend too.”
“Right, Donny isn’t that right?”
“So close.” He replied, trying to make light of it.
But when Simon started coming along. You recognised him from the second time, down to the drink he’d ordered.
Then it was Price’s turn. Same instant recall.
Now Johnny was sure you had something against him. And Kyle being a cheeky little prick did not help the issue.
“My boys are back!” You grinned, walking up to their table.
“Love, remember Johnny, right?” Kyle asked.
“I think so,” You hummed, leaning onto Kyle’s shoulder. You stared at Johnny for a moment and snapped your finger before gesturing to your head, “New haircut, right?”
“Same as it's always been.” He replied, your smile dropped, replaced by a soft grimace.
“Sorry, Kyle will tell you, I’m not the best with faces.” You said, tapping Kyle lightly, “Sit tight, I’ll get your drinks ready.”
“Cheers, love,” Kyle called.
Johnny watched you walk away and chewed on his lip. It was eating him up.
He understood Price had a presence and Simon was hard to miss or forget, but so was he!
No?
He’d been here multiple times, ordering a specific enough drink not to be mistaken for another. He even tried chatting you up. But nothing.
You couldn’t remember him! He hated to admit his pride was taking a hit.
He must have been in his head a while because you were already back at the table, putting the drinks down.
“Two whiskies for John and Simon, a beer for sweet Ky and…” Your hand faltered a second as you looked at Johnny, he swears he saw your lips curl upward before your eyes narrowed slightly, “And well…your drink.” You said, setting the glass in front of him.
“Yer kiddin’ on?” He blurted out, outraged. You pulled back, tilting your head.
“Sorry?” You replied, glancing at the drink, “Did I get it wrong?” You asked in a softer tone, a small crease already forming on your brow lines.
“No. Ye got it right.” He dismissed, leaning back into his chair. “Thank you, Bonnie.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart!” You beamed, heading back to the bar.
Kyle’s snickering was scratching his skin in the worst possible way today.
“Fuck off!” Johnny shoved, “I couldn’t press her, she—whatever, she probably wouldn’t remember who got her upset. Or maybe she finally would.” He sulked, taking a gulp of his drink.
“A fuckin’ weapon, I tell ya.” Johnny breathed out, glancing your way as you served another table.
“Careful, you’re drooling.” Simon joked. Johnny turned to lean on the table.
“I don’t understand, I’m not shit lookin’, am I?”
“No?” Price chuckled.
“I’ve been told I’m an absolute fuckin’ looker!” He defended.
“By whom? Your nan?” Kyle raised a brow.
“Away an’ raffle yersel!” He cursed, only sending Kyle into a fit of laughter. “Ghost?” He asked his voice a tad to honest as he did. Simon barely looked at him and shrugged.
“’ve seen worse.”
He sighed and glanced at the bar again, but you had disappeared. He turned to them one more time.
“She has to be takin’ the piss, aye?”
They all stared at him, down at his drink, then up at him.
Price sighed, “What are you drinking today, Soap?”
He looked down, “The usual,” he shrugged.
“Yeah?” Kyle smirked. “Did you order that?”
“No. She just—“ his hand froze around the drink, and his eyes widened.
“Oh! The gears are turning, boys.” Price chuckled.
“Bout time.” Simon huffed.
“See you next weekend, guys!” Your voice reached his ear, and his head snapped back. He watched speechless as you waved before walking out the door. Already? You usually stayed much later, sometimes even at closing.
“Would you look at that,” Kyle said. “You'd better hurry.”
Johnny pushed off the table, hurrying after you.
Lucky for him, you were leaning next to the wall, shielding from the wind as you lit your cigarette.
You glanced his way and gave him a quick nod. He mirrored you as he stepped closer.
“Long shift?” He tried.
“I got off early today,” you replied, amused as you blew out the smoke.
“That’s great!” He nodded. It was as if all his charisma had left his body.
It was fucking embarrassing.
“Yeah…” You chuckled, eyeing him a little. “Kyle’s friend, right?” You asked, taking another drag.
“Yer fuckin’ with me.” He finally said.
You stared at him as you exhaled softly.
The glint that flashed in your eyes and the smile that formed after made his heart flutter.
“I am.” You replied, nodding proudly.
God, he was done for.
“So she knows me name?” he raised.
“She does,” you affirmed, pressing your back on the wall. “Ky asked me to mess with you a little.” You said, jerking your head to the window. With a quick glance, he saw the aforementioned harbouring the dumbest grin.
“Fuckin’ bastard.” He scoffed.
“Don’t blame him too much, it was a one-time thing, but I had so much fun I kept the act.” You said, flicking your cigarette.
You shrugged. “Couldn’t help myself, you’re cute when you get flustered.”
“Cute, aye?” He echoed,
“Yeah. Cute.” You replied, giving him a once-over. Your eyes were eating him whole, much more daring than you ever did inside.
“So? Why did you follow me out in the cold, big guy?” You hummed.
“Was wondering if ye’d let me buy ye a drink?” He asked, cursing at himself for sounding too shy. Thrown off by your gaze. You took one last drag that seemed to last entirely and shook your head.
“I just got off, I’d rather not.” You replied, crushing the cigarette and his hopes along with it.
Maybe he read too much into it. He wasn’t the type to be so lost when talking up a woman. But you left him doubting his every word and assumption.
However, your following words did irreversible damage to his composure. “I do eat though.” You said with a smirk. “Do you eat, cutie?”
“I do.” He replied a second too fast. But your soft chuckle made the embarrassment worth it.
“It’s settled then,” you said, pushing off the wall and walking to him, holding your palm to him, “Your phone.”
He nodded sharply, tapping his back pocket, then his jacket’s, seeking and hoping that maybe he hadn’t found anything because he wasn’t squeezing his pockets hard enough, to feel the device.
He glanced inside, and just as he thought, his phone was sitting on the wooden table right next to his dickhead of a mate.
Fuck.
“So?” You pressed.
“I uh-hm…” he stammered. He was getting chewed up. He felt like fucking muppet.
“Can you give me a sec?” He asked, and you raised a brow.
His brain was good enough, surely he could remember a series of numbers, especially such important ones.
Fearing this was his only chance. He shook his head. “Never mind, I have a good memory, shoot, I’ll memorise it."
You were speechless for a second and laughed, “could have just told me you weren’t interested. I can take it.”
“No, my phone’s inside and I don’t trust Kyle for giving me the right number if I let you leave now.” He admitted.
“That's wise,” you replied, “So you are interested.”
“Fuck yeah!”
You laughed, nodding your head. Good, that meant he didn’t ruin his chances.
You pulled one of the pub's pens from your jacket pocket, “I knew stealing those would serve me one day.” You held your hand out again. “Hand.” He let his hand fall into yours,
“Good boy,” you hummed.
He ignored how that praise resounded inside of him, because quickly after, his jaw tensed as your fingers teased his skin, dragging the cuff of his sleeve up, exposing his upper arm for a second.
Your fingers brushed over the muscle of his forearm, tracing the veins before getting a good grip.
Even the pen was gentle on his skin as you wrote your phone number. He couldn’t look away, mesmerised by the soft fingers on him.
“So you don’t wash it off,” you explained, pulling his sleeve down.
“You better call me Johnny,” you added, his eyes snapped up to you.
You did know his name. And fuck did it sound nice on your lips.
Main masterlist
This was written with “Honey” by Måneskin blasting btw.
it never fails to surprise me how some people will simply take every single thing in a story at face value and assume that what the characters are saying or doing or thinking must always be true even when all of the context clues are screaming the opposite
Last year, I met a lot of kind people, gained a lot of new readers, and was blessed with the most heartwarming words.
I didn't get to make as much progress as I wanted because my life was a mess most of the year, and I'm still working on building it back up.
But what managed to pull me out was the escape I got when I was able to put the thoughts into words and you guys receiving it with the utmost kindness.
Thank you so very much!
I hope 2026 will be kinder to us all and that it will bring us some much needed peace✨️
