Yall I Am *so* Done

y’all i am *so* done

i might sound like a prick but i honestly don’t care rn

there needs to be more representation in fanfics. no, my long straight hair is not flowing down my back. my hair is in box braids. no, the tips of my ears did not turn red. i can’t blush. i’m black. no, i did not eat a light salad for lunch. i ate two tacos and a burrito from taco bell.

i know there’s people that might think i’m being bitchy, but no one is the same. y’all should know that by now

no hate to anyone, i understand the struggle of being a writer and i know it’s hard to get everything right. i just felt like i should get this out there 🤷🏾‍♀️

here’s my honest reaction 🕺🕺

Daddy!Price taking care of the entirety of 141. All three boys are his and his alone. His baby boys. His dolls. His everything. They are cherished and all their needs are met by him. If not by him, by each other.

Daddy!Price + Poly!141 is my new favorite thing 💕

If a beautiful woman was on that submarine I would be inconsolable right now

hear me out 🙏🏾🙏🏾

dilf simon riley (probably around his mid 30s) with 20 y/n and his daughter who thinks y/n is her mom 😫😫 and they’re a cute little family that watches movies together

I haven't come out irl not even to my mom because though she wouldn't necessarily treat me bad- she would think I'm just confused and such and I just don't want to deal with that. (She's great in a lot of ways but this is not one of them)

So, I just want to say to whoever out there needs to hear it- you are valid whether you've come out or not. You deserve a safe space where you can be yourself. You are always welcome here on my blog.

🏳️‍🌈💜🏳️‍🌈💜🏳️‍🌈

okay so, i’m BACK and i love everything on your page (and may have tried to read everything i could 😭) i don’t wanna overwork you so you can write this whenever you want 🩷

i was just thinking about TF141 + könig, alejandro, rudy, and valeria having a beach day 🏄‍♀️🏄‍♀️ where the reader and valeria are having the time of their lives and dancing to the most suggestive music (i’m thinking anaconda by nicki minaj) while the boys are staring at them like 😨)

anyways, have a good day/night !!

Thank you for your patience!! I try and take breaks between each work just so I can have to right mindset to write!

Also for all of my hispanic/latinx readers, my inner latina came out during this one (DOMINICANAAAAAA) and I simply had to indulge in the hispanic characters. I recommend listening to Bachata or some sort of spanish music to get the vibe for this.

TF141+ König, Alejandro, and Rudy: Suggestively dancing with Valeria during a beach day

Warnings: Suggestive content, 18+, some fluff ig?? fem!reader

Alejandro:

The man is hispanic/latino, he knows a thing or two about dancing. He's a gentleman, and he loves seeing his girl having fun in the sand with a good friend. He especially loved seeing you so carefree, the recoil as your ass bounced, almost like the ocean's ripples. But when he started noticing the looks you got as your hips swayed to the beat in your little bikini and wild, wet hair, he got protective very fast.

"Looks like everyone loves your girlfriend hombre." Rudy teased quietly, nudging his shoulder teasingly. He knew how to get on his nerves, to push him closer to the edge.

With a grumble about the bastards watching he'd actually join you, shirt off, doing a few pushups to flex the muscles and changing the music to some Bachata with a slow beat. His hands would grip your waist and he'd ensure that everyone who dared to ogle you before now knew that you were his.

"Tus caderas son un pecado mi amor." He groaned in your ear, feeling you grind further into his growing erection. You just chuckled, pressing a kiss on his lips.

"All yours honey." He hummed in delight, feeling himself twitch in his swim shorts until Valeria interrupted you two.

"Alright pájaros del amor. Give Y/N back."

(Tus caderas son un pecado mi amor: your hips are a sin my love)

(pájaros del amor: love birds)

Rudy Parra:

Rudy's more quiet. He lets you have your fun, he trusts you and knows you're just having a fun time with a close friend, but those looks. The hungry stares of the other men at the twirls and movements of your body were enough for him to step in and mark what's his. He wouldn't be dramatic about it, he wouldn't growl or initiate interaction with them, most of the time he didn't spare them a glance.

It wasn't til Alejandro started making sly comments about other men coming to take you from him that he'd intervene. He'd simply walk up to you, and the look on his face told you everything you needed to know as your body fit into the grooves of his as you both danced together, staring at each other as if they were the only two people in the world.

"Eres mia, mi amor." He murmured in your ear, dragging his tongue underneath your ear and relishing the shivers of your body in his arms. After Valer9a snagged you back with an eye roll at your lover's possessiveness he'd be sure to send a small smirk at the grumbling men that watched it all, proud that everyone knew, but even prouder that you were his, and he was yours.

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Simon had all the trust in the world for you. While it may have taken a while, once it was established in the both of you, it was unbreakable. But you knew better than anyone else how possessive he could get, how the sight of another man staring at you as lustfully as they had been would awaken something in him. Something feral, animalistic.

"Casper's got an eye for you." Valeria teased, both of you dancing hand in hand to the song's rhythmic guitar. Simon would've been entranced by your movements, but the amount of eyes on you two pissed him off. You glanced over your shoulder, smirking back at the anger burning his eyes before you accentuated your movements, swaying your hips more and running your hands down your body.

"Aye, looks like that guy's gonna have a go at 'er mate." Soap teased. That sent him over the edge. He stalked over to you, and you giggled at the look on his face as he held your hands out to him.

"It's okay Si, you can dance with me. Show em who's boss." You teased, watching him roll his eyes but oblige nonetheless. You'd taught him how to dance with you during the many times that he caught you on your own in the kitchen, making food and moving to your own beat. It took him a while, he wasn't as experienced as the Los Vaqueros or the El Sin Nombre you'd previously been dancing with, but once he got the hang of it he was a natural.

"Don't like people lookin' at what's mine love." He murmured in your ear, listening to you giggle with a small smile.

"It got you to dance with me so I can't complain much." Your hips grazed back on his a bit harder, listening to him growl in your ear.

"You little minx."

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish:

Valeria had to threaten Johnny to buzz off so she could spend some time with you without him interrupting. There weren't many women around in her profession, so when she discovered your existence and connection with TF141, you two got close pretty fast. Johnny let you have your fun, until their captain nudged his shoulder.

"Didn't know you could handle all that sergeant." He joked. Normally he'd laugh it off, but when he saw the way you moved, the water glistening on your skin with your hands on your body, he first felt a tightness in his pants, and then anger at the eyes also watching you. He didn't care about Valeria's wants in the moment, jogging over to you as you ogled the way his pecs bounced.

"Don't mind if I join ya now right lass?" You could hear the stiffness in his voice, nodding slowly as he grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it before pulling you to him.

"You okay Johnny?" You asked, eyebrows furrowing as he began dancing with you, Valeria grumbling in irritation at his presence.

"All good love, gonnae give yer boyfriend a winch?" You blinked at him, noticing his accent got thicker and not understanding what he said. He just rolled his eyes and grabbed your face, pressing a loving kiss on your lips. He normally wasn't this assertive, and you wondered what had pissed him off. When he pulled away he glanced behind him at the men who begrudgingly looked the other way, smirking to himself as you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Just lettin' em know bonnie." He crooned, thumbs grazing over your cheeks.

Captain John Price:

Price isn't as much of a show off. Yes he's insanely possessive and hates the idea of men ogling at your body, but he's also proud. You're his. He knows that and so do you, plus, the way your body moved was too good to interrupt. You knew he was getting wound up, from the way his hands gripped your waist when you stood with him, the dark lust evident in his eyes. He wasn't mad, he liked the thrill of your teasing, of the brushes of your ass against his hard on prominent under his shorts.

But don't fret, he'll be sure to give you a nice reminder of who you belong to, who owns you.

"Just~ like that darling. Just like you were at the beach. Fuck I'll have to thank Valeria for dragging us out there. Daddy's pretty girl." He croons to you as you swirling and lift your hips on and off his raging erection, watching as he head falls back, moaning at the feeling your tight cunt around him.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

He's too cute. You'd notice the red glow of his cheeks, flush skinned, and lustful gaze. To tease him you'd sway your hips just that much more, grind against Valeria harder with her hands on your waist. When you two had your fill you'd walk over to him, smirking to yourself at his tight grip around you and the furious passion beneath his kisses.

When you got home he'd spend his time fucking the jealousy out of him, his thrusts hard and quick, chanting mine with each one in your ear as you cried on his cock. But after, the guilt would sink in, and he'd worship you, like he always did. He'd show you how beautiful you are.

"My goddess."

"You're so beautiful like this. Use my face gorgeous. I'll make you feel good."

König:

This man has a power dynamic kink. He's a colonel, he's tall and strong, he knows that he's better than any other man staring at you at the beach. But it doesn't stop the anger growing in him as you swayed your hips with Valeria in the water. The simmering in his chest and the hot fire spreading through his veins, boiling his blood.

He hated it. But he was a gentleman at the end of the day. He'd never stoop so low as to stop you from having your fun or covering up for his sake, so he let you dance. But oh boy.

The night comes and the whole floor of your hotel nearby could hear his German curses, the pounding you took as his cock slipped in and out of you with torturous speed and need. You loved it. You loved how rough he was, how he marked you in any place he could to remind those assholes at the beach that you belong to him.

"Awww you want more meine liebe? Beg. Beg like the good slut you are."

I know I know this is so late but here it is!! I apologize if it's bad it was a bit rushed since I was moving in and getting ready for college. Requests will be slow and I will be writing what I feel like writing in between them so just a heads up on that.

Thank you so much for reading and for your amazing support! Have an amazing day/night and I'll see you next time!

@islanderr