TF141 + König getting pranked by reader by doing the “I found (best friend) on hinge” trend from TikTok
Tags: fluff, mentions of cheating, but no actual cheating
WC: 1417
A/N: I'm so behind on this trend, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. Bon appetite!
Ghost just stares at you. His face is blank, not even blinking when you say you saw Johnny on hinge.
He sits back slowly in his chair, dinner forgotten in front of him. “You lyin’?”
You smile, thinking you have him right where you want him. “I’m not lying! I saw it today. Even saved it for you”
“Saved it for me?” He asks, his brows starting to pull together.
Shit.
“Yeah. Figured you might get a laugh,” you continue, voice hitching slightly as you try to keep the act up, fighting the urge to tell him it's all just a joke. At least that would get that look off his face.
His lips press together as his hands drop from the table. “Get a laugh? You thought I would get a laugh from knowing my bird is fuckin’ around on hinge? That’s funny, huh?”
Oh. Oh he looks… hurt. Angry sure, but the hurt is unmistakable in his eyes. If you didn't know any better you would say he looked like he might cry.
“No! No no, Si. It’s a joke. From TikTok, I swear!” You scramble for your phone, nearly dropping it in your haste. "See? It's just a joke."
He observes the phone like it's radioactive, the compilation being the only sound in the room.
"Not funny, Lovie," he grumbles but there's no heat to it now, understanding washing over him. He sits back in his chair, refusing to look at you now.
"It was supposed to be," you shrug shamefully, feeling much more guilty than amused now. Your hand reaches for his and his fingers instantly curl around yours, desperate to be close to you even when you piss him off like this.
"You're lucky I love you," he says lightly, a small smile forming on his lips.
König is having none of it. He crosses his arms, already onto your stunt. You’re not exactly the most slick of pranksters. Your smile and horribly hidden laughs always give your schemes away.
He rolls his eyes and he turns his face towards yours, arm slung lazily over your shoulders on the couch. "Liar."
You scoff dramatically, mouth falling open in feigned offence. "Am not."
He smirks slyly, leaning his face in closer to yours. "Are too." His hand rubs your shoulder gently. He loves your little pranks. He finds it sweet that after all this time together you still want to mess with him, but today he wants to give you a hard time. A little revenge for his entertainment.
You smile, eyes meeting his. "And what makes you think that?"
He kisses your cheek softly and brushes loose hair from your face. "You're always trying to trick me. I know your game, Schatz."
"It's not a game, Köni." You insist, though you know he’s got you. You’ve pranked this man so many times in the years you two have been together that he was impossible to fool, even if he pretended for you.
His smile widens, blue eyes crinkling at the corners. "It’s always a game with you, Hasi.”
Price's face had fallen from suspicion and growing anger to sadness in a matter of seconds, eyebrows pulling in and the corners of his mouth falling into a melancholy pout. Sad John was not what you wanted. Making your sweet man think you were really cheating, making him genuinely think you didn't want him sounded like a nightmare come to life when you saw the look on his face.
His voice is low and pained when he finally speaks. "You better be jokin', Lovie. Please." His eyes practically looked through you, desperate for an answer.
Fuck.
This had gone so wrong. So fast. It was a joke, of course it was. There was no way in hell you would ever be unfaithful, in any way, but that look on his face destroyed any desire you had to mess with him.
“No no baby! It’s just a tiktok prank I promise!” Your words leave you quicker than the speed of light, falling over each other and jumbling together in your haste. “See!” You shove your phone in his face with the saved videos that inspired you to prank him in the first place. “It’s just a joke, baby”
"Just a joke? Yeah?" He chuckles in relief, grabbing your face and kissing your cheek.
"Yeah, I swear, John."
To your surprise he pulls you into a tight hug and takes a deep inhale of your hair. "Don't go scarin' me like that. Evil little thing." His hands fist in your shirt as he pulls you closer.
Gaz is initially super excited and interested, ready to gossip with you four HOURS over this, but Kyle is… hurt?
“Wait… you saw John where?” He asks with a suspicious raise of his eyebrow.
“On hinge” you repeat, playing completely innocent.
“Mhm… hinge?” He asks again, face starting to fall and the reality of what you had just said to him started to settle in. He shifts in his seat on the couch, unsure what exactly he should do.
“That’s right,” you nod, smiling.
“So let me get this straight… you, my girlfriend of I can’t even remember how long has been on hinge for, again, who knows how long and you bring this up as casual conversation?”
The look on his face gave you pause. He hadn’t looked at you like that since he told you he was going away for 8 months for deployment when you were pregnant with your first baby. “I-.” You didn’t know what to say now, basking in the shame of the moment.
“No. I get it.” He stands from his spot on the couch and goes to grab his keys. “I’ll… I’ll just call Johnny or something. I Won’t-”
“Kyle baby!” You launch yourself off the couch, following him with the videos halfway pulled up already. “It’s just a joke! I saw it on TikTok. I’m not messing around on you. I promise”
He turns towards you and looks at the videos. “Serious?”
You nod and reach to cup his face in your palms. He leans into the touch instinctively. “Super. You can even look through my phone to prove it. And honestly I think John is too damn old to even know how to make a hinge profile”
He laughs at that, smiling at you with that sweet little crooked smile. “I’m telling him you said that, love.”
Soap is so ready for the tea on Simon that he doesn't even think about why you would be on hinge. Simon on hinge is far too interesting to be in any way concerned as to why his partner of many years is on dating apps.
“Let me see, let me see!” He begs eagerly, nearly frothing at the mouth so get his eyes on Simon’s profile. He’s been needing new material to tease Simon with. What better than his dating profile?
“Oh I- uh I didn’t save it.” You lie, realizing there was no proof. You should have known Johnny would be all over you, desperate to feast his eyes on what he was too excited to question.
Johnny looks borderline offended, “didn’t save it? Hen- c’mon. I needed that.” He pouts dramatically, eyes going big and pathetic, as if that would pull the imaginary profile from the ether and present itself to him.
Your brain works quickly to find a believable excuse and to get the Scotsman off your trail. “Yeah. Guess I didn’t think about it.” It wasn’t your best lie, but it was something. Hopefully enough to keep it going long enough.
Johnny frowns and gestures towards the phone sitting in your lap. “Pull up the app. I’m searchin’ for it myself.”
You freeze. You’ve never downloaded the app, let alone have a profile. If you hand over your phone, the prank is over and you’re busted. And there goes all your fun.
His hand reaches out to snatch the phone before he pauses.“C’mon lemme- Wait.”
The smile is hard to fight, but you use every ounce of will you have to keep it down. “What is it Johnny?”
“Why in the fresh hell ‘re you on HInge?” His face morphs into horror, eyebrows shooting up and nose scrunching.
You can’t hold it in any longer. You break into uncontrollable laughter, tears forming in your eyes as you cover your mouth. Johnny stares at you blankly, not amused by the prank whatsoever. “Fuckin’ bullshit, lassie.” He grumbles in displeasure.
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pathetic konig who is so obsessed with you that he just cant stop fucking you (in a chokehold, creampie AND overstimulation) ? 😛
this is delicious i hope i managed to deliver everything hehe ;)
content: SMUT MDNI, creampie, overstimulation, idk its just dirty lol
Boyfriend König who just loves you soooo much that he can't help but overstimulate you both when he fucks you :((
He's got you face down on the bed, his whole damn body weight pressing you into the mattress as he bullies his fat cock in and out of your cunt. There's a creamy ring around the base thanks to how many times you've both already come, the slick noises almost obscene.
"Schatz… you feel so good…" he slurs the words into your ear, completely drunk on the sex and on you. He shifts slightly, one hand sliding underneath you to angle your hips up, allowing him to fuck you deeper. His other arm loops around your neck, his meaty muscles almost choking you as he pulls your face out of the pillow you'd buried it in. König whimpers when your sweet noises fill the room again, his hips stuttering in their rhythm.
Somehow, you're on the edge of yet another orgasm, your body worked up into a goddamn frenzy. "König! Too much," you gasp, your body tensing up beneath him. He growls, feeling the way you clench even tighter around his sensitive dick, sucking him in. He's so addicted to you, so obsessed with the feeling of you. His thrusts speed up again, his hips hitting your ass with each punishing movement that pushes you closer and closer to your high. You finally come with a high pitched mewl, followed by a broken sob. Your body twitches, your cunt pulsing wildly, every nerve in your body overwhelmed.
The sensation makes König almost fucking blackout. You feel so good that he can't stop himself from fucking into you faster as he feels his own release nearing. "Ah, maus," he whines, biting at your neck as he lets go. His whole body shudders as he floods you with what seems like an endless supply of his seed, his cock twitching inside you until it's empty. You feel his body grow limp, crushing you beneath a solid wall of muscle. Even now, with both of you exhausted and overstimulated, his hips are still moving in slow grinds that have you whimpering beneath him.
Once his vision and mind clears somewhat, he pushes himself up and reluctantly pulls out with a hiss. His dick feels raw - it's been milked dry by you, by his insatiable need for you. König watches hungrily as a smear of your combined juices slides from your puffy, well used hole and drips down your thigh.
That sight alone is enough to make him want to go again, even if neither of your bodies can take it…
Simon's dog who doesn't understand the concept of breaking up.
AO3
Riley is usually a very calm dog. So Simon didn't know what to do when the canine suddenly started acting weird.
It wouldn't stop whining, pacing back and forth around his flat like it was looking for something.
Simon thought it would stop after a while, but it didn't, and he started to worry.
Especially when Riley refused to eat one night, choosing to sit by the door with it's tail tucked down anxiously.
His first instinct was to be vigilant. With a knife in hand, the lieutenant then approached his loyal dog silently.
He expected to hear a quiet growl when he got closer, but Riley seemed to be more upset than alerted— if the silent whining said anything.
It got Simon more worried and he decided to check if anything around caused this behavior.
He opened the door, and swiftly pointed his gun towards.. nothing.
He turned around, only to meet another view of the empty hallway with flickering light.
He frowned in confusion, the fact that Riley sat still in it's spot instead of being on it's feet by his legs like when they were on duty— made Simon think that there is something truly dangerous lurking around.
And so, he spent the night doing a sweep around his flat. Yet, he found nothing.
Looking at the mutt who simply tilted it's head, Simon got even more confused.
Maybe it's not scared of anything.. is it sick?
With a few hours on the clock before the sun rises, Simon slumped on the couch with an intent to go to the vet later.
...
The walk to the vet was a challenge.
Riley was usually a very obedient dog, having worked alongside the special forces and all. But now? Simon feels like Riley was walking him instead of the other way around.
It started normal at first, until suddenly, Riley started pulling him the other way.
He tried telling it to stay, sit, and other commands that fell on deaf ears before the dog started tugging hard to free itself.
And now, the infamous lieutenant was seen chasing his so called loyal companion across the street.
Simon was a fast runner, and it wasn't like he had never run alongside Riley before. But right now, he couldn't even catch up.
Soon enough, he lost sight of the dog.
As he stopped at an intersection to guess where it went, he heard a familiar voice— a surprised yelp accompanied by the sound of Riley's barking
He turned to look at the source of the voice, only to freeze in his spot.
You.
Looking even more beautiful than the last time he saw you.
He didn't mean to count the days, but it felt like years since the last time he saw you. Even though, it hasn't even been a week.
He kept telling himself he doesn't care about you, or whatever relationship you two were having before it broke in an argument he forgot was about— but the flutter of his heartbeat said otherwise.
And when you looked up, smile dropping as you two locked eyes— Simon felt his heart skipped a beat.
Fuck.
...
A/N: i just wanted to write something and not think, so this is definitely aint polished at all
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Offhandedly. A passing sigh as you tried to get the damn zipper on your hoodie unstuck. You fought with it for nearly five minutes before giving up and tugging it over your head instead.
He was sitting on the couch at the time, mask off, hoodie half unzipped, watching you with that blank, calculating stare. You thought nothing of it. Just a normal, quiet night.
But something lodged in his brain. Something stuck.
The next evening, you found him in the kitchen, his jaw tight, breathing controlled - but barely.
A single zipper lying in front of him, cut from an old jacket. Tools scattered. His massive hands trying to feed the tiny teeth together over and over.
You didn’t say a word. Just leaned on the doorway, watching his rage simmer like a bomb with no wire to cut.
Snap.
He threw the zipper across the counter, and it skittered to the floor. He didn’t look at you.
“You alright, love?” you asked carefully, lips twitching.
Silence.
You took a step closer. “You, uh… sewing something?”
Still nothing. Until:
“I should be able to do this,” he growled, each word like gravel under boot.
Your heart melted. Because it wasn’t about the zipper. Not really.
It was the idea that you struggled - and he couldn’t fix it. Couldn’t master this stupid little thing that got in your way.
And that was unacceptable to him.
“I’ll just buy one that works - ”
“No.”
You blinked. His head turned slowly, eyes meeting yours with heat - not anger at you. But with himself. And that stubborn, brutal devotion.
“I’m gonna fix it.”
A pause.
“For you.”
You tried not to smile. “It’s just a hoodie, Si.”
But his hands had already picked up the zipper again.
Three hours.
Four zippers.
Two cups of tea.
A lot of swearing in deep, growled tones under his breath.
When it finally clicked - when the fabric fed through smooth and perfect - you swore the man almost smiled.
He zipped it up. Unzipped. Zipped it again, perfectly. Then held it out with a deadpan look.
“Put it on.”
You obeyed.
He stepped behind you, tugging it up around your shoulders, and - so gently you almost cried - zipped it up for you with steady, careful fingers.
No snags. No struggle.
His arms stayed around your waist afterward. Chin against your shoulder. Voice soft.
“Told you I’d fix it.”
You leaned back into him. “You’re ridiculous.”
His answer? A low chuckle, rough and warm.
“Yeah,” he whispered, “but you love me like this.”
And you did. Every furious, determined, unrelenting part of him - especially the parts that fought so hard to make the small things easy for you.
speaking realistically: imagine how much a man that big would reek after ops. because naturally, larger people produce more body heat+sweat, right?
imagine how warm König is all the time. it’s practically too hot under the covers, and you can sleep soundly with your feet hanging from out the blanket because look at the massive, strong guy you’re cuddling with. what’s there to worry about??
imagine you stick your hands down his shirt after being in the fridge or something, he literally screams; jumping and writhing about, begging you release him from your icy clutches, “Aaah!- Nein, nein! Cold!— Mercy, please, mercy!” it’s hilarious.
imagine it being winter, and you’re both inside cuddling on the couch with a blanket. no need for hot chocolate! he’s about as warm and sweet as it gets around Christmas.
imagine König..
so am i the only one who sometimes thinks about something grabbing my feet when I’m trying to sleep? just me? ok.
