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#Gaz Garrick x Male Reader
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Hihi can i please request more puppy boy content? With any cod characters you would like? Maybe any type of hurt comfort? I absolutely love your writing and your cod x hybrid readers are my favorite!!! Thank you so much for reading this!!
I'm going to do Gaz, and this is going to be done in headcanon style, because that's all the energy I got for it. I don't think there'll be any hurt/comfort, sorry.
Kyle regularly wakes up in the morning to you pouncing on him because you wake up earlier than he does. He playfully teases you about how you're always so close to licking him to wake him up.
His favorite thing to do is to give you ear scratches and watch your tail wag. He just loves how you relax at the ear scratches and just melt for him. It's his favorite way to get you into his arms because you just melt into his arms when he pulls you closer.
You regularly whine about cutting your own nails, begging him to help you with it. He caves in easily and you sit on the bathroom counter while he cuts your nails to the your desired length.
Kyle knows the power he holds when he calls you a good boy. Whenever you're about to do something naughty, he'll ask, "Are you sure you want to do that or do you want to be a good boy?" It works to stop you from doing something reckless nine out of ten times.
He loves to show the 141 pictures of you, they know he took more pictures of you during his leave when he approaches them with a glint in his eyes. He'll keep them there for literal hours because he just can't help but take so many pictures of you.
You have so many chew toys. So many. He mostly bought them for you because he wants you to have something to chew and nip at when he's away on missions. He gets pouty when you use them while he's home and not busy.
Kyle loves giving you baths. You prefer showers when he's away, but he begs you not to take showers when he's home. You cave because you can't deny that feeling his fingers running through your fur is a delight. He just loves your fur and giving you a bath is the best way to feel your fur.
You might be a puppy boy, but that doesn't mean you're harmless and he knows that. He loves that, actually. He's watched you square up to hybrids who are taller and stronger than you and win a fight simply because you managed to sink your teeth into them and didn't let go. He loves knowing you can protect him just like how he can protect you.
In a similar vein, he loves when you get territorial over him. You regularly wrap yourself over him whenever other people walk over, snarling and growling at them when they make the mistake of flirting with Kyle. The first time you met Ghost, you didn't know he was Ghost, you had just seen a tall ass man being so close to your man and you instinctively bodyslammed Ghost into the nearest wall. Ghost thankfully didn't hold a grudge after it came out that he was Kyle's friend and coworker.
Kyle has made sure that you don't drink too much if you do drink alcohol because the last time you drank a lot of alcohol, you let your puppy instincts take over and you ripped open all of the couch cushions.
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soapybutt17 · 9 months
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Been Like This
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Summary: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick has a secret that would put his actual life in danger. It was one thing to constantly put his life on the line for mission and it was another to deal with the wrath of his boyfriend’s father who just so happens to also be his superior. Character: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x M!Price!Reader (Call Sign: Ace). John Price. Johnny "Soap" MacTavish. Word Count: 1,758 Chapter Warnings: Slight Angsty. Possibly getting caught . Hints of Homophobia in the Military Setup. Secret Relationship. Love Confession. Cliff Hanger. A/N: Requested by @kermit-your-mom. This was a total 360 from your request, but somehow it works so well with Gaz and Ace (a part of me wants to make a series about them btw).
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As you and Sergeant Gaz exit the broom closet, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you share a knowing smile that speaks volumes. Gaz’s cheeks were flushed, and he can’t help but glance at you with a playful twinkle in his eyes. You both understand the risks involved, but your love for each other makes it all worth it—not even the wrath of your own father scared either of you.
You walk side by side, trying your best to maintain composure, as you make your way back to the Mess Hall. The corridor seems longer than usual, every step echoing the pounding of your heart. Despite the excitement, you can’t help but feel a pang of anxiety about being caught. But whenever doubts creeps in, Gaz’s reassuring presence steadies you.
Gaz reaches out and lightly brushes his hand against yours, sending shivers down your spine. You intertwine your fingers, holding onto the fleeting connection, finding comfort in the warmth of his touch. The simple act of being able to show affection in this brief moment feels like a stolen treasure, and you savor it.
As you approach the Mess Hall’s entrance, you see a few fellow faces chatting and laughing. You exchange a quick, knowing glance with Gaz, silently agreeing to keep your distance for now. You break contact and adjust your uniform, doing your best to look inconspicuous.
“Hey, Ace! Gaz! Where the hell were you two?” It’s Sergeant Soap MacTavish, one of your buddies in the Task force. You both turn to face him, trying to act casual.
“We were just checking something out in the storage room, nothing exciting.” You respond, attempting to sound nonchalant. Gaz adds a playful comment about the mess they found there, earning a laugh from Soap.
You manage to steer the conversation to some recent training exercises and upcoming missions, avoiding any topics that might give away your secret. The whole time, Gaz's leg brushes gently against yours under the table, and it takes all your willpower not to react.
As the conversation continues, you can't help but notice the discreet glances Gaz gives you, each one filled with affection. It reminds you of the stolen moments you shared in the broom closet, and you can't help but blush at the memory.
After what feels like an eternity, the conversation finally starts to wind down, and your fellow soldiers disperse. You and Gaz exchange a subtle nod before leaving the Mess Hall together. The relief of being alone again is palpable.
In the quiet solitude of the night, you and Gaz walk side by side, hands brushing occasionally, both yearning for the freedom to be openly together. But for now, the secrecy is the only way to keep your love alive.
"Tonight was... incredible," Gaz finally whispers, breaking the silence between you.
You smile and squeeze his hand gently. "It really was."
"I wish we didn't have to hide like this," he admits, his voice tinged with frustration.
"Me too," you say softly. "But for now, let's focus on the moments we can steal together, like tonight."
He nods, understanding the necessity of secrecy. You both know the dangers and consequences if your relationship were to be exposed. It was one thing having to deal with the higher ups finding out about your relationship, it was another having to deal with your father’s wrath. It would end with either of you punished.
You find a secluded spot near the edge of the base, away from prying eyes and ears. The moon casts a soft glow over the two of you as you settle down, leaning against the wall. Gaz glances at you, concern etched across his face.
"You okay, Ace? You've been quiet," Gaz asks gently, his hand finding yours, seeking comfort.
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the secret you've been carrying. "I've just been thinking about how long we have to keep this a secret, especially from my father, the Captain."
Gaz's expression softens with understanding. "I know it's tough, but we need to be careful. If anyone finds out about us, it could cause all sorts of problems, not just for our relationship, but for both our careers too."
"I know," you reply, squeezing his hand. "It's just... It's hard to keep pretending, to act like we're just friends when I want to hold you close and show the world how much you mean to me."
Gaz's eyes meet yours, his affectionate gaze sending warmth through your heart. "Believe me, I want that too. But we have to be patient. Maybe someday things will change, and we won't have to hide anymore. Until then, we have each other."
You nod, trying to hold back the frustration that bubbles within you. "I just wish my father could see what an amazing person you are, Gaz. He's so focused on being the Captain, on keeping up appearances, that I don't know how he'd react if he found out about us."
Gaz gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's not just your father, Ace. It's the military culture, the expectations, and the fear of judgment. But that doesn't make our love any less real or valid."
"I know," you say softly, leaning your head against his shoulder. "And I'm grateful for the moments we share, even if they have to be hidden. I just wish we didn't have to sneak around like this."
Gaz places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I wish the same, but I promise you, Ace, I'm not going anywhere. We'll get through this together, no matter how long it takes."
You take comfort in his words, feeling a renewed sense of strength. "You're right. As long as we have each other, we can face anything."
Gaz smiles, his eyes filled with love. "Absolutely. And who knows, maybe one day, we'll find a way to be open about our relationship without fear."
You let yourself imagine that possibility, a future where you can walk hand in hand with Gaz, proudly sharing your love with the world. It feels like a distant dream, but one you're determined to reach someday.
The night is calm, and the stars shine brightly overhead as you and Gaz find yourselves in your secret spot once again. The usual silence envelops you, but tonight, there's a different tension in the air. You can't keep your feelings bottled up any longer; it's time to let Gaz know just how much he means to you.
You take a deep breath, your heart racing, and turn to face him. His eyes meet yours, and you can see the love and concern he holds for you.
"Gaz," you begin, your voice trembling slightly, "I can't keep this to myself any longer. You mean everything to me, and I love you. I've loved you for a long time, and it's been so hard to hide it, especially from my father."
You were always a smug bastard, you had become well known because of it. But every single time the bravado crumbles at the sight of him. Of everything he showed you could be aside from being the son of your father, more than just the War Criminal you were slowly becoming prominent as.
You prided yourself with emotions that you were certain you didn’t truly possess. Even with the length of your relationship with him, it was only now that you made such a confession. It had always been the other way around, how easy it was for him to admit his love for you but takes so long for you to do the same even with his help.
Gaz's expression softens, and he reaches out to cup your face gently. "Ace, you have no idea how much your words mean to me. I've loved you too, with all my heart."
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders as you finally let your feelings out into the open. "I don't care about the risks or the consequences anymore. I just want to be with you, openly, without having to hide. I want to be able to hold your hand, kiss you, and show the world how much I love you."
Gaz's eyes shimmer with tears of joy. "Ace, you have no idea how much I've wished for that too. But we have to be patient, at least for now. I won't risk your father's career or yours. I want to protect you, and if that means we have to keep our love a secret for a while longer, then so be it."
You lean in, feeling a mix of frustration and longing. "I don't know how much longer I can bear it, Gaz. The way I feel about you consumes me, and it's getting harder to hide it every day."
Gaz's lips curl into a gentle smile, and he pulls you into a tight embrace. "We'll find a way, Ace. I promise. No matter how difficult it gets, I won't let go of you. We'll figure this out together."
As you hold onto him, feeling the warmth of his love surrounding you, you realize that it doesn't matter how long you have to wait. What matters is the love you share, the connection between your souls that transcends the secrecy and the challenges.
In that moment, you can no longer resist the overwhelming desire to feel Gaz's lips against yours. Without a word, you lean in, and he meets you halfway, his lips soft and tender against yours. It's a kiss filled with love, passion, and the promise of a future where you can be together without fear.
In that stolen moment, you forget about the world around you, about the base, your father, and the secret you carry. All that exists is the love you share with Gaz, and the hope that someday, somehow, you'll be able to embrace it openly and proudly.
As the kiss lingers, you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. No matter the challenges ahead, you know that with Gaz by your side, you can face anything. And for now, that's enough – to have each other and the love that binds you, even if it remains hidden from the rest of the world.
What neither of you have taken to consideration was the man in the distance, smoking his cigar and a clear sight and hearing of the entire exchange. He will talk to his sons tomorrow, but for now, John would allow them to have their moment.
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poetslastdeath · 2 months
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okay but i need a reader who is badshit insane, i need a reader with a history dretenched in so much blood that it’s stained them.
i need a reader that can be as stoic and scary as ghost so much so that they’ve become more of a legend then a person, a rotting grave that holds the bones of who they once were.
or a reader that was always drawn to the glint of a knife and the sight of blood running down their hands until no more skin showed, more monster than human since birth.
let them be feral I BEG‼️‼️‼️ especially for price, let them be feral and protective and obsessive and in love with price please 🙏🏽 🗣️
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princeguri66 · 3 months
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Back on my affectionate reader bullshit because I just want to smother those assholes with love.
TF 141 x Male! Reader
Kissing the homies goodnight.
18+ Minors DNI!
Cw: whole lotta fluff, it only gets suggestive at the end and that's it
It started with a joke. Gaz drunkenly saying "Hey, if I win will you give me a goodnight kiss?" Before you start a game of cards, you all laughed it off then. Until it starts getting later in the evening and when you excuse yourself to go to bed Soap calls out to you with a chuckle, "Ey, don't forget about Gaz's kiss" you trudge your way back to them eyes drooping. They all expect you to kick Soap or something akin to that, but you surprise them by leaning down and placing a kiss on Gaz's eyebrow before tiredly muttering a "goodnight" and walking away.
And if that didn't give them any ideas..
For the next week it was usually Soap and Gaz pestering you about your kisses being rewards.
"If I shoot all the targets will you give me a kiss?"
"If I beat him in this fight will you give me a kiss?"
It gives them such a boost of energy.
You don't expect anyone else other than them to ask you for one until you're watching a game on the telly with Ghost. "If my team wins, I want a reward like them" He says to you, referencing Soap and Gaz and you nod albeit a bit shocked.
And by a stroke of luck his team wins, you reward him with a kiss to his temple.
And when it comes to Price.. 
It occurred after a tough but successful mission, and it was all thanks to you. What you had to handle was rough but you still came back with minimal injuries.
After a quick check up and shower you head to the common room on base to lounge with your team, but when you just stepped in the area Price got himself up from the couch claiming he needs to get back to work. 
As he passed you he said a quick "Good job out there lad." And held you by your shoulder to pull you close and kiss you right on your cheek before walking away leaving you stunned.
The team saw it all of course, sitting still a bit stunned as well, seemed like your habit of kissing your homies rubbed off on the captain.
You were too focused on the lingering feeling of Price's beard scratching your face that you didn't hear Soap saying how that it's so unfair, how he also had a successful mission but didn't get a kiss from their dear captain, only realizing you've been standing there like an idiot this whole time when Soap ran past you trying to catch up with the captain to claim his well deserved prize.
And it just evolves from there, everyone gives each other kisses. 
It started off as conglatutory kisses like before, then it'll go to "kiss it better" kisses
(Like if Ghost trained so hard he gets bloody knuckles Price will kiss them better, or if Soap suffered an injury Gaz would be there to kiss his bandages, or if Gaz just had a rough day and is incredibly stressed you'd kiss his temple)
Then eventually everytime any of you are about to leave for a mission you all give a kiss to whoever's going for good luck, and when they come back it's those pushing mouth aggressively to cheek kisses happy that they came back alive and well.
And it goes to the point where any chance you get you'll exchange small kisses. Passing each other in the hall way? A kiss to the cheek. Finding each other in the kitchen late at night to grab a drink? A kiss on the forehead. One of you had a brutal nightmare? Boom, get kissed on your damn head, hell why not cuddle while you're at it? (You did cuddle while you're at it)
It doesn't take long for the kisses to trail closer to the lips, for the kisses to trail to your neck and collarbones as well. It doesn't take long for it to evolve from small pecks to heated make out sessions, desperate to feel each other's mouths even deeper. It doesn't take long for the five of you to end up swapping spit late at night, sloppily making out with whoever's mouth is open and wanting, stripping each other's clothes even with your mouth occupied.
After that it's no question to kiss the homies goodnight, hell it usually ends with more than a kiss.
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rodolfoparras · 3 months
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Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but gets so turned on when you pin him down to the ground during a training session or when you carry him on your back during emergency situations
Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have strength kink but absolutely loves when you push him up against the wall and eat him out, he could just cum at the sight of his legs slung over your shoulders while your strong hands dig into his thighs to keep him sturdy
Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but absolutely love when you pin him to the bed and fuck him into the mattress even though he’s overstimulated and practically shaking same goes with eating him out he absolutely loves trying to crawl away while you’ve got your head buried between his thighs strong hands keeping him from moving away from your mouth
Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but loves how you so effortlessly help him ride your dick when he gets tired, how you’ll grab at his hips and work him up and down your length and how the muscles in your arms will flex with every movement
Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but loves that everyone on base raises a brow when they see the two of you together because he’s much shorter than you and so much smaller in size he knows everyone is imaging how he takes your cock and it drives him wild
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thegnomelord · 4 months
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Ok, so I loved your dragon reader/ dragon price fic. The detailed courting rituals got me thinking about how different members of TF 141 react to a s/o who has different courting rituals than them.
The one rolling around in my mind rn is Gaz (which I'm pretty sure is a harpy or bird hybrid of some kind) with a dragon reader.
So Gaz tries to court reader through a more fancy version of pebbling. But, instead of giving cool rocks and sticks, it's gemstones and weapons. Yknow, expensive/fancy things that Gaz thinks the reader might want to add to his hoard.
Btw do you have an anon list? If so, is 👑 anon available?
I don't have an anon list yet but you're welcome to be 👑anon!
It's cool to think how they'd try to court you. I hc that werewolves, and Johnny by extension, are really straightforward. Like sitting way too close, hands roaming over your body, trying to lick into your mouth and going "Hey wanna make more of us?"
Ghost, the poor thing, is completely fucked bc he was human before becoming a wraith, how the Hell is he supposed to know? Que him going through Wikipedia articles and watching documentaries of your species courting and mating (having to rub one out imaging you and him in that position ofc) and just stumbling through the whole courting thing.
CW:NSFW
But Gaz? Oooh Gaz—
Safe to say he's fallen ass over tits for you.
It's the way you take care of them, of him, of the monstrous strength used to defend them turning velvet soft when Gaz needs emotional support that has his harpy hindmind demanding to lock you down before a competitor snatches you away.
Only problem — you're not a harpy. And Gaz has no idea how courtship works, as when he asks Price about it (under the guise of just being curious) the old fart just gives him an amused look and tells him to figure it out.
Though harpies and dragons are two different species, he figures there must be some similarities, so he figures to listen to the old fairy tales about your kind and looks for the shiniest thing he can find, because Harpies court by giving gifts and dragons like to hoard and both of them like shiny stuff right?
You're confused like Hell when one day you wake up to find a silver ring with a shiny amethyst sitting on your windowsill. You know for a fact it's not yours as the instinct to catalogue every item in your hoard is as old as the draconic blood running through your veins and you'd remember if you had it.
When you make sure it's not stolen and no owner can be found, (because who'd wear that type of ring in a military base?) you decide to keep it, failing to notice how the way Gaz's pupils get bigger when you put the ring in your pocket.
It is a nice ring, the shine of the gemstone tickling your brain in a pleasant way. The military doesn't allow dragons to have large hoards, most of the items you've gathered over the decades and centuries safely hidden in vaults, but it feels good to have a small hoard in your den.
You expect this to be a one off event. But. No. Every few weeks you find a new thing on your windowsill, from gems to guns to additions to weapons you've expressed you'd like to get. Each new thing leaves you scratching your head, annoyance growing bit by bit as there's never enough scent on the items to track the culprit down and it's not like you can turn the base upside down looking for them (again).
You're unsure how to feel; it's obvious someone is trying to court you, but it definitely can't be Price because no dragon would go about it like this. But you have to admit it's nice to be desired, regardless how odd the method may be.
Then you notice how Gaz has started acting. . . different. He'll ruffle his feathers and flutter his wings more than usual when you two are alone, purposely stretch more often to make your eyes naturally draw to him, sticking to your side as he talks about everything and anything under the sun.
You're also not a fool. You can figure out it's a harpy's way of trying to show off, but without any open hostility you can only assume he's trying to court you. And you let him, you like his presence and the sound of his voice, the way he gives you a lopsided smile and the way his dark feathers shine like onyx gems when the light hits them juuust right and the way he flushes and stutters when your tail wraps around his leg.
Then one late evening when you're doing paperwork you catch sight of something behind your window in the corner of your eye. Like a flash you're opening the window, your clawed hand gripping Gaz's hand before he can scatter.
Gaz's wings spread out wide, a surprised squawk leaving him as he looks into your slitted eyes. "Uh-, I, eh- Hi?" He says, gulping, his newest gift, a very shiny ruby, held in his hand. But what draws your eye are his dark feathers.
You let out an amused snort, "Hello." You purr, leaning in so your faces are close, enjoying the way he flushes from the proximity. "So you're the little thief that's been visiting me."
Gaz's feather puff up to make his silhouette twice as big, his eyes narrowing, a hurt and angry look spreading across his features. "I'm no thief!" He says, insulted that you'd suggest he can't get you gifts on his own. "I-"
"You are," You hum, reaching out your other hand to hold his jaw, and even with his anger he feels his mind croon at how softly you touch him. "You're in the process of stealing my heart."
"Oh." Is the most intelligent thing he can come up with, his pupils blowing wide like he'd just seen the shiniest thing in his life. "Oh."
"Yes," You shrug and pull your hand back to yank one of your scales out of your shoulder, giving it to him as you take the ruby. "Keep this safe for me, yeah?" You hum and then you let him go, going back to your work while he's left dumbstruck, clutching the scale close to his chest.
When it finally settles in his head that you'd just given him a gift, that you'd reciprocated, and given him a shiny gift, oh he's treating that scale like it's the most precious thing in his world. He keeps it close to him, cooing to it in the privacy of his room, keeping it on his pillow so he can fall asleep with your scent in his nose.
He also doubles down on the gifts, but now he's very open about it, to the point you'll have him randomly come into your office to give you something shiny or another weapon, preening so prettily when you praise the thing he's brought back, nuzzling into your neck and fluffing up his feathers. His heart swoons when you show him the small hoard you've made with all the things he's brought you, and you end up spending the entire evening with him cuddled up to you, chirping happily.
"Hey, can I see that scale I gave you?" You ask after a couple of weeks, curious to see how he's treated it.
"Uh, sure." Gaz can swear his heart's beating like a war drum as he watches you inspect your scale, checking for scratches or cracks.
But you find none, it's still as shiny as the day you'd given it to him. Maybe even shinier.
You smile and before he can do anything you pull him close to you by a hand on his hip. "Very well done, little thief." You hum, kissing him. Gaz melts against you, not even your lips able to muffle the happy chirps and croons that escape his chest.
You spend the next few months getting familiar with each other's bodies, lazy evenings spent with your clawed hands preening his wings, Gaz steadily melting into the bed with every brush of your fingers. Kyle taking a few extra minutes in the morning to rub his face between your wing, chirping and crooning.
Harpy mating season comes around and you're caught off guard when you come to your room to find your covers and pillows and entire wardrobe on the ground, turned into a makeshift nest with a very naked, and very horny, Gaz sitting in the middle of it.
His eyes are hazy but he knows you're there the second your scent hits his nose, the most desperate sound you've ever heard leaving his lips, bruised from how hard he'd been biting them to reign his noises in, to keep them only for you.
"Mate-" Kyle whines, shuffles in the nest that has the pretty gems he'd gifted you strewn amongst the fabric, "-need you, please- I-"
One more needy sound is all it takes to have you tumbling naked into the nest in record time, deep guttural purrs answering his pleased coos. He presses flush against you, seeking out your mouth, whole body burning up and his thighs shaking, his cock rock hard.
"I got you, pretty thief." You rumble, pulling him into your lap, his wings spreading out and feathers puffing up, as if he needs to make himself look even more desirable. "What do you need Kyle?"
"Need you," Kyle whines, pawing at your own erection, desperate fingers shaking as he strokes you, "Please- hurts, I need- mate."
You shush him with sweet kisses, your hand sliding down to very carefully stretch him open while avoiding injuring him with your claws, your mind purring at how willingly he opens up for you, wings and limbs shaking as he whimpers against your lips, his mind steadily leaking from his cock.
"You're alright," You calm him when you pull your fingers out, positioning him so your cock head rests against his entrance, not missing how Kyle preens at your strength. "Going to breed you right, gonna take care of you."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Kyle moans are loud as you steadily push your cock into him, his walls clamping down on every inch of your length. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank- mate." His claws dig into your shoulders, clutching you tight as you bottom out in him, his hole clenching you in sync with his ragged breathing.
"I'm here," You hum, barely able to think, "Just relax, let me take care of you." You say, feeling him relax into you, and with deep purrs and lots of praise you begin to fuck him, moving him like a fleshlight on your cock, letting him moan and groan and scream his heart out uncaring who hears it, your ancient blood singing at the thought of his noises being a testament to your abilities as a mate.
Then the tight heat and the scent and just Kyle has your mind forgetting how to think, your body moving on it's own to show Kyle he'd picked a good mate.
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burstinn · 5 months
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You accidentally sit on their face, And they actually enjoy it
HEADCANONS
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Warnings and Notes:
All of these aren't serious hcs, I was high again and wanted to make this
I made this for funny
Slight nsfw
Gn reader, target audience is male
Haha face sitting
People mentioned:
Riptide (Tide), Soap, Gaz, Ghost, König, Makarov, Keegan, Horangi, Price, Krueger, Roach, Logan, Graves
You are tired, after agrueling training from a grouchy superior who had a bad day so he had to take it out on you and your comrades. You needed to sit down, badly. Your legs are about ready to give up.
Once you reach the common room, fucking finally. You pull out your phone to find something to watch, while you make your way to the sofa.
And you sit down, Before you felt something poking you, something.. Wrong. You immediately look down realizing you.. YOU SAY ON SOMEONE'S FACE
"OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY"
RIPTIDE
- He immediately sits up looking at you, well if his mask was off he would be confused at fuck
- "Sorry for huh??"
- Seems like you say on him while he slept
- "... ", "nothin"
- Weird, but okay.. He tells you go off while he layed back down to continue his eye rest
- Thank fucking god, Thank the holy stars he didn't catch you sittin on him
- BUT.. The holy stars didn't feel like saving you right now. Because apparently a rookie caught you accidentally sitting on Tide and told him after he woke up.. That fuckin snitch
- Now you have to face the embarrassment of Riptide confronting you about it the next day.
- Tide sounds upset as well while confronting you, how humiliating
- Well the thing that you don't know is. The thing is, he angry cause HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL TO ASS ON HIS FACE. HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL A PLUMP ASS SITTIN DOWN ON HIS FAAACE
- and by God would he find a way to let you sit on him.
SOAP
- Yknow.. You know how I write this man..
- He saw you walk in, distracted by your phone.. Obviously making your way to the couch while he sitting down.
- Then he got the bright idea.. To yknow.. Lay his head down to just... Idk stretch.. Totally
- He had the pleasure as well to watch your ass slowly sit down on his face, well for a few seconds anyway. Then you immediately get off his face. Sad life fr
- "huh? What's up why'd you get off?" "Your ass is nice to look at btw"
- " you saw me about to sit down on you and you didn't say anything?!"
- "A man gotta do to experience something new man.."
- You would hit him. But you would also get in trouble for that.
- he would joke the shit about it as well. He would tease the fuck outta you for the rest of the month for this.
- Bro won't even hide to shamefully ask you if you wanna sit on his face again ( in a joking way)
- (He's actually serious)
GAZ
- He was about to shut his eyes when he suddenly saw an outline of an ass about to sit on him.
- His eyes suddenly opened and he tried to get up but nah.. Too late bro you gotta feel the full plumpy moons first
- When you got up his eyes were wide and his face was red.
- "no.. It's okay.."
- he got off and left. Leaving you in your shame
- He had to leave to compose himself.. He found something new about himself and he isn't sure how to react
GHOST
- His eyes were closed.. Then he felled something soft on his face.
- Then a scream oh my god I'm sorry
- Oh.. Shit...
- He sits up, realizing you sat on his face.. He doesn't say anything.
- His face is fucking red under the mask. Your ass suddenly looked twice as big as before. Don't know how that works but go with it fr.
- He got hard, you noticed.
- "dude.. Sir..?.. Are you.."
- He just looks at you. He has that look in his eyes
- Cmon, yknow what you gotta do.. YOU KNOW
- SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE RUAUAAAAGHHH
KÖNIG
- He wasn't expecting ass in his face, he thought he wouldn't enjoy something like face sitting but hey.. It's actually.. Nice?
- He doesn't say anything when you suddenly sit up embarrassingly trying too apologize
- He just nodded..
- He wanted you to sit on his face again so fucking badly..
- So badly he would lay down on literally anything sittable while you were in the room
- It was so fucking obvious it was almost funny
- You had to confront him about it. And he just.. Confessed, yeah, he wanted you to sit ok his face
- .... Cmon bro.. Be a man and sit on the guys face, Make his wish come trueeee
MAKAROV
- " sit back down"
- "excuse me? Sir.. No-"
- you better sit the fuck back down on his face
- He will literally pull a gun on you and force you to sit back down on his face
KEEGAN
- No fucking lie he literally took a fucking huge sniff
- You know because you fucking heard that comically loud sniff
- You had to cut your apology short to look at that dude in disbelief
- "Did you just fucking sniff my ass?!"
- Bro will literally look at you with a goofy ahh face and just look at you.. Not saying anything, not even a fuckin nod
- "you gonna sit back down on me or..?"
- He made you sit back down on his face
HORNAGI
-EHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHEHRHEHEHHhahahahahaahHAHAAH
- He will literally squeeze your ass, then pull your legs and make you sit back down on his face
- Don't even try to fight. His hands are fucking locked down on your thighs to keep you stuck on his face
- He made you sit down on his face for so long, you were literally concerned if he was breathing
- if you ask him if he's alive, he would just squeeze your leg to show you. Yeah, he's good
- if you look behind you, He's hard.
PRICE
- would smile and assure you it's okay.
- Pats your back, for more assurance. But he literally wants to Pat your ass
- Bro would imagine what it would be if you sat on his face
- Naked. Yes, if you sat on his face naked.
- If you did his beard would tickle you.. Which was what he wanted fr
KRUEGER
- He would say something like in a very angry and demanding tone
- "Why'd you get off?"
- "huh?"
- "Sit.Back.down"
- You did
ROACH
- Yo.. He feelin something he never felt before. Haha lie he just found a new kink he would actually enjoy
- He would literally follow you around and tug your shirt and point at your ass then his face
- If you would say no, He would leave and come back a few minutes later and do the same thing
- He would do it until you say yes..
- He's very happy. He's a very happy bug
LOGAN WALKER
- Would scream at you
- because you made him discover something about himself
- He's angry because of that
- He would force you to run 15 laps because of that.
- Then when you suddenly tired, sweating yo legs shaking from how tired you are
- He would silently and gently ask you ( he would toss you over his shoulder and walk you off to his room and make you sit on him)
- He won't explain why he did that. He just wanted to
GRAVES
- Would look at you like 🤨
- Then be like 😐😒😏
- stands up and slaps your ass
- and asks you to sit on his face
Everyone mentioned
- You will face fuck them
- Do not fight me on this, they will make you face fuck them
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Hear me out (please)
Price fucking dog hybrid reader against a wall in his office, ignoring the fact that reader is being loud, and some member of tf141 walking in concerned by the noises
Also do you think price would share the reader with others?
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Price X M!DH!Reader X Gaz
Warnings: MORE DH SHIT CUZ I LOVE FEEDING YALL THIS, DUBBLE PENETRATION 🫡, idk how this position works, getting walked in on, getting bent over a desk bc yer, f slur sandwich, Yall rockin with the Gaz collab??, blowjobs, hair pulling, a single spank, unprotected sex, they cum in u, spit as lube, puppy is said a few times, workplace sex??, no established relationship, idk man gay sex, RAAAHHH, not proofread homies
★ “Little quieter, boy. Gonna get us caught.”
★ That’s usually what the captain would mumble into your ear when you’re both messing around in his office. You whine and whimper as his cock rushes in and out of you, hand covering your mouth as you try to muffle yourself. Usually you’re farther away from the door of his office, bent over his desk or in his lap while he’s inside of you. You felt almost safer this way, your nerves calm as you don’t have to worry about anyone barging in without warning, knowing the recruits have common sense to knock. But this time, he wanted to try something a little different.
★ The captain was feeling dangerous today. Earlier that day, he made some flirtatious comment to you during a small meeting you and some other recruits were having with him. It caught you off guard, so off guard that your ears perked up at it immediately. You cleared your throat and attempted to brush past it, mumbling some sort of reply to Price as he chuckled. You stared at him as he continued to talk, his eyes glancing back at you every once in a while. You fussed about it to him after, only earning more chuckles and much more teasing about it. He gave you a small pat on your head and carried on with his day, leaving you standing there as you glared at him.
★ Later that day, you felt your emotions take a small toll on you, that usual feeling making you miss your captain. You waited around for a while to see if any recruit needed you, before moving quickly to slip into Prices office. When you peaked your face in the door, you saw both Gaz and Price having a conversation at his desk, stopping midway to glance over at who had walked in. You nodded in acknowledgment at Kyle, who gave you a small wave back. You looked over at the captain who gave you a knowing look, already aware of what you had come in for. You waited patiently outside as they finished up their meeting, slipping past Gaz as he left the office.
★ You gently close the door behind you and turn towards John, a small smile on his face as he coaxes you towards him. You make your way over to his desk, immediately attaching yourself to him and hurriedly placing messy kisses to his neck. He mumbles something about you being impatient, but it goes in one ear and out the other. He smirks as he feels you start to tug on his uniform. You begin to whine, feeling him pull you closer and allowing you to take what you want. It didn’t take long before he had you up against a wall, hoisting your legs up around his waist. His hand traveled down to hurriedly free his cock, not taking long after to start sloppily prepping you for it. Soft moans leave your lips as he presses his own against yours, your noises beginning to heighten in volume as his actions continued.
★ Price takes notice of how you attempt to cover your mouth, trying your best to keep you both from getting caught, or anyone hearing you. But your captain was bold, dangerous even. A small smirk crosses his face, moving to grab at your hand gently before snatching up both of your wrists, holding this down in an attempt to keep you from silencing yourself. You try to say something to him about it, only for the sentence to be broken apart as it leaves your lips at the feeling of him picking up his speed. You’re aware you’re being louder than what you’re used to, knowing the walls of his office aren’t that thick. He coos at your reaction to this new territory, wanting to see where this would lead, only if something interesting would happen of course.
★ “You wouldn’t mind getting caught, huh, puppy?,” he teases, his tone making you want to hide away with your face in his neck. Usually he wasn’t this persistent on something like that, but who knows, that’s just what some men are like. It felt like your brain had melted, only nodding along to his words. Any unsuspecting person walking by would assume the only logical reason for those noises, but most are far more curious than others. Gaz decided he could probably drop back in later to ask the captain another question about what they were discussing, but something threw him off. Once he approached Prices office door, he heard something odd. He wasn’t unfamiliar with those kind of noises, but damn, at work?? He would’ve assumed himself crazy, assuming it was some dumb recruits getting it on in their poor captains office! He rolls his eyes as he pushes open the door, getting ready to throw out every order in the book before realizing what was happening in front of him.
★ Price and him make direct eye contact, the captain not stopping, or even slowing, the thrust of his hips. Kyle stands there stunned like a deer in headlights, stuttering out incoherent words. He nearly slams the door shut, but he’s unable to do so as he still looks on, almost mesmerized as you release onto yourself, noises of pleasure still escaping you. The captain smirks and looks back and forth between both you and Gaz, an almost inviting look in his eyes. Kyle quickly shuffles into the room awkwardly, his hands gesturing to words that won’t seem to leave his mouth just yet. He points at you, and back to the captain, and then thinks for a second. Price chuckles and rolls his eyes, fake annoyance present in both actions. “Well, you gonna stand there and look dumb, or are ya gonna come join us, sergeant?,” Price teases, his movements finally slowing down as you finally acknowledge Gazs presence, almost too blissed out to be embarrassed about it.
★ Well damn, what did he have to lose? So as expected, he quickly double checks outside the captains office once more, before moving swiftly near you both. Price slows his thrusts even more, watching intently as Gaz examines what he wants to do. He looks up at Price, searching for some kind of permission as you are moved off of the wall slightly, Kyle slipping in behind you. Your tail begins to sway excitedly as you begin to imagine what’s about to come next, desperate whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you look between both of the men. You feel like you’re in a dream, the fact this is an actual experience is making your head even more cloudy. As expected, Gaz pulls out his cock, giving it a few strokes after spitting into his hand. He moves to place his head onto your shoulder, pushing his cock in alongside the captains. The feeling makes you want to scream, feeling full and desperate at the same time.
★ They both begin to move in and out of you, creating a smooth rhythm that sends you over the edge again, huffing and moaning as another orgasm is pulled from you. Gaz has his hands planted on you, attempting to have a secure hold on you as the captain does the same. Both men set a brutal pace, tears welling in your eyes as you bite at your lip, it almost being too much for poor you. You’re bit on the neck and shoulder by both men as they both release into you, one after the other. They stop to rest after a bit, your legs trembling as they pull out of you. You whine at the loss, still wanting more. Price mumbles a few words to the sergeant before you’re moved over to the captains desk, being bent over across it as your stomach rests on it. You let out a noise of confusion as you look around a bit, only for Price to move in front of you. He gently caresses your head before you feel a pair of hands behind you.
★ You don’t have time to react as you feel Gaz plunge his cock into you, a noise of surprise and pleasure rushing from your lips as your hands grab at nothing on the desk. “Such a good puppy for us, love. Fuck.”, you hear the sergeant grunt out as he enters you. Tears form in your eyes again as Kyle immediately starts off with a rough pace, looking up at Price with a pouty lip and tucked down ears. He reaches his hand down to gently pet at your head, his other hand stroking at his cock as he moves closer to the desk. You already know what’s coming, opening your mouth obediently before you’re even told what to do. The older man chuckles as he grabs ahold of your hair roughly, shoving his cock into your mouth. Drool leaks from around his dick as you gag, feeling Gaz give you a light smack on your ass. Your tail swishes around, happier than ever to be getting treated like this. You’re aware of how gentle they’ll be when they’re done with you, but a small part of you wishes this could go on forever.
★ So yes, I do think Price is a kind man who likes to share <3
★ ~ tags: @rodolfoparras
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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months
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A Book to Remember Me By
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Gaz who dreads telling Bookworm!Reader that he's leaving on deployment. You two have a good thing going, your relationship is going well. Of course, he has to go just when everything was going well.
So, Gaz tells you about his upcoming deployment when you're both cuddled up together on your couch, him having come over. You're so understanding, telling him that it'll be alright. Even if you won't be able to be in constant contact due to the nature of his job, you still will have some type of contact during the deployment. You promise to still be here when he gets back, making him smile.
When the day comes, you see him off. You give him sweet kisses goodbye and you gently press a book in his hands. It's such a teary, bittersweet send-off, so much so that Gaz doesn't even notice what book you gave him until hours later when he's at the SAS base the 141 is operating out of.
He had set the book down on the nightstand next to his bed and when he was all unpacked, he picked it up again. He looks at it, a soft smile making its way onto his face. It's your favorite book, your most beloved book. Maybe he doesn't read the genre or the author of the book, but he'll still cherish it either way. After all, it's a connection to you, to home.
Gaz spends most of his free time in between training and missions reading the book, his fingers roaming over the pages your fingers have. The book has your scent on it, in between the pages, and it drives him wild with homesickness. But he can't stop reading and rereading the book, it makes him feel like you're still beside him.
He doesn't care when Soap teases him for being so whipped that he's rereading a book he wouldn't even pick up normally, he doesn't care about the way Ghost and Price murmur something about "young love". All that matters is the fact that Gaz can feel connected to you even when you're miles apart.
At night, Gaz will lay in bed and read the book out loud, pretending you're laying beside him. You always did like it when he read pages of his current book to you. So he continues to read the book out loud, in the empty air, and he falls asleep like that, book on his chest as he falls asleep to a dream about you.
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yandere-kokeshi · 1 month
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We need to know how separate TF-141 would be as house-husbands!!! Please!!!
— Yandere headcanons of TF-141 as house-husbands
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Warnings: Yandere behavior, older! characters, male gender roles, NSFW, slight delusional behaviors.
A/N: Anon, you are SO, so smart. I love you /a.
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Captain “Price” John:
The type of house-husband nobody expected for him to be– not even himself. John had partially agreed to it, and now he’s a stay-at-home dad for your cats. When he wedded you, he never thought of it this way; and now, he had promised to always care for you, did he not?
Price is well over-tired, pretty hairy and massive; beard scratchy and face all squishy; he’s a chubby man. But that doesn’t stop him at all.
John loves waking you up in the mornings. Before even shaking you awake, he loves to admire you. Watching your different breathing patterns, some dribbles of drool, and the obvious bed marks staining your face makes him smirk. But of course, it ends too short when he realizes you need to get up.
John is so, oh gentle, when waking you up. Scarred hands rubbing at your hips as he rubs his beard into your shoulder, prepping kisses and telling you to get a move on. However, if you ignore him, he’s more than happy to leave some permanent marks, yes?
He always makes your breakfast and lunch the night before, chopping the meat, fruits, and vegetables into the correct order so he can easily sleep in with you till you leave. So, when your alarm goes off, he detaches himself from you, getting up with only his red boxers– turning on the oven to preheat the food yet again and leaving them on the table for you to enjoy when you get out of the shower.
And with that, he takes your health seriously, mentally and physically, which means most foods in the house are pretty healthy. All types of fruits, veggies, protein, and fiber nourishment is given with each meal, and he expects you to eat it all. 
When shopping, he takes everything seriously. He hates getting off track, only sticking to what’s on the list, and cashiers who take too long on talking– especially if they openly flirt with him. Can’t you see I'm taken? He snarks out, showing off his wedding ring before fast walking out towards his car with his hands full.
Chores are chores. They need to be done. Dishes are easy, laundry, and vacuuming are a piece of cake. But cleaning the bathroom? Oh, that’s a bit difficult. Especially with the hidden camera he’s put out of your sight, and at times, he gets distracted; watching the many films, seeing you all naked and wet, makes Price feel... a sudden urge. How are you just so gorgeous, hm?
John is the definition of a “Pro Loyalty Card”. For all those stores he visits, he has cards for each and every single one of them, including the convenience store. They always come in handy.
Routines are his specialty; he knows everything about your schedule, to the time you leave for work, to when you call him at your lunch break, come home and collapse in his lap, all the way to sleeping in the bed naked. He’s memorized it all. 
After the long antagonizing and stressful week, John always sits you down for a long bath. He massages your shoulders, using a special lotion to rub on you after the bath. But, that’s not the only gift he's giving. Before gently and lovingly pushing you to the bed, he slowly fucks the stress and irritation of you; teeth makes ensuring you stay loyal to your man.
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Simon “Ghost” Riley
Simon is quick and sleek with shopping, getting and seeking foods that have high nutrition because you only deserve the best. Most foods he picks out are healthy, getting many baskets of fruits to ensure you enjoy your lunches. But when passing by the sugar aisle, he can’t help but choose a few sweets for you. 
A type of house-husband you’d never expect. He’s brooding, shoulders kept tight, wearing a black mask and hoodie as he sulks in the grocery aisles, holding the colored basket. You’d think he’s stealing with a gun hidden in his back pocket. However, when in reality, he’s taking his house duties extremely seriously as he eyes for the cereal aisle.
He wakes up way early, even before you start to stir awake, even before the sun rises and goals himself to get a good workout in. Even though he’s not the same lieutenant as he was years ago– he’s not lazy, and still picks up his pace whilst jogging down the street and doing push-ups in the open garage. 
At times, he wishes you could join him, and it would be fun, would it not? Having you down below, as his chest presses against yours and your flushed face being the main goal for him to continue? Or maybe, him guiding you through pull-ups, and you need his help? Oh, that’s how to make him very desperate for you in the early mornings. 
Speaking of early mornings, when you rise with his gentle shaking, whispers of “good mornin’”, and his rough stubble rubbing your neck, you realize just how lucky you are. Especially with how Riley joins in, when he notices his second favorite human is up and awake. 
Though, if you decide to ignore these two, covering your face and mumbling away, Simon will crawl over you, prep your face with sloppy kisses, and murmur hot and dirty words. His hand instinctively crawling down, snapping the band of your underwear, nails barely scratching at your skin whilst promising to get you all hot and messy, before forcing you out of bed. 
When you leave out of that door, regardless of the morning, he ensures the house is spotless before you come home. He doesn’t listen to any music, only the occasional barks from Riley as he sprays the leather couches, doing the dishes the “old-fashioned way”, and folding laundry like it’s a race. 
Most are scared of him– except for that one lady down the road. Her eyes follow Simon as if he’s a god, but he scoffs at that when she twirls her hair. You’re the real deity, he openly thinks. Of course, he shows off his pretty wedding ring, the one you got him; and somehow, Simon wishes you’d just make out with him in public, show her that he’s off limits and that he’s yours. 
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Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:
The type of househusband who immediately recognized that you needed to be cared for, and went forth with that promise between the marriage. You work so hard to make money for the both of you. And he’s devoted to doing whatever he can to be helpful too. 
Kyle is a clean freak, which means the house is nearly spotless when you come home. Every scratch at the couch has him grunting and hands vigorously trying to rub it off. Shoes inside the house are immediately put up, and he hates rainy days; looking at you with glaring pupils as you step inside with soaked coverings. But, he loves you. 
The chores in the house are easily done before the afternoon, dishes cleaned with shiny marks and the floors vacuumed. Dusting and sweeping the house with headphones on, face flushed whilst… listening to among things he’d never want you to find out. 
Laundry is always last in line, as he tends to “borrow” a good deal of dirty underwear of yours, smelling them intensely. Don’t worry though, he returns them at some point. 
Kyle is the definition of “wifey material food”. Every breakfast consists of incredible fried eggs, mixed with bacon and fluffy pancakes; lunch and dinner being different every day, which is nice. He usually sticks with foods you’re comfortable with, never going out of your zone, and tries his hardest to make different sizes of hearts out of the food. 
Though, you never seem to notice the secret ingredient, the divine particular part where the two of you are bonded stronger. Such shame, he utters. Sometimes he wishes you’d come home early– catch him desperately adding it within the dish with utter lewd excitement. 
Having you come home is the best time of the day. Waiting by the door, wearing the cactus green apron you got him years ago, with a giant smile and dinner laid out, waiting for you. By the end of dinner, you’re full; both of love, and much suffocation of affection. 
All the other housewives in the area love him. They often invite him for yoga, or work-out sessions. But, he usually uses the excuse that you need him. You do, don't you?
Every Friday, he wears and shows off certain gifts he feels that you’ll love. You work so hard for the both of you, so he should show his appreciation, should he not? Wearing all types of risqué clothing, leaving desperate messages, and having lingerie hidden underneath his black vest, coloring his skin and outlining his scars, stretch marks, and moles. Sooner or later, it leads to a heavy cuddle-sex session that he knows you’ll love. 
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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:
The type of househusband who uses his pretty eyes and sculpted body, to get his way. Everything from seeing you at your working office and past your lunch break, to getting free food samples, all the way to a book full of coupons and all types of gifts for half the percentage. 
He’s amazing at picking food at the grocery outlet, picking up the correct portions of proper protein, vegetables, and iron. And sometimes, sneaking a few donuts, pops, and tubs of ice cream he knows you love. 
Johnny always wakes you up, the alarm rarely shaking you as your beloved husband knows your schedule by heart. He ensures your breakfast and lunch are ready by 7am, smirking at the added secret ingredients that he only knows. 
He’s more lenient with waking you up. Knowing how you like to sleep, beauty sleep he corrects, Johnny tries to let you snooze in as far as you can, before gently stirring you up as the sun rises in the opened window. 
His arms snake around your waist, cuddling up behind you whilst pulling you into his warm chest, as he nibbles on your ear and tells you to start getting up; breakfast is served on the table with awaited love. Though, if his sweet honey voice doesn’t work at this time, maybe some extremely sloppy oral will help, no? 
Johnny ensures that everybody knows you’re lovingly taken. Those hickeys and bruises on your arms, and neck show just how loveable he is. He boasts about you all the time, to his then-team, cashiers and ladies on the streets. It’s only expected you do the same, yes? 
Housewives and other househusbands either love him, or envy him. He’s pretty– too alluring to just be at home and caring for duties. Most women, and men constantly flaunt at his grown-out mohawk, often slicked back into a small bun and a few scars, especially one on his head, that prominent his face. 
He’s still in shape, working out in the early mornings and doing yoga with the other moms; who he regularly drinks coffee with. They love how sweet and handsome the man is, especially towards his spouse. 
Anyone would be lucky to have him, and many would trade a lifetime for him. But, he’s not going anywhere, not without you or your yummy neck anytime soon. 
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Me when I see cod men
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princeguri66 · 4 months
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"our sergeant keeps kissing us when he's drunk, how do we tell him we'd like for him to kiss us while he's sober as well." -TF 141
TF 141 x very affectionate while drunk male reader
All fluff!
Building off of my old drunk clingy reader thing..
You have too much affection for the task force in your heart for your own good. When you're sober you at least hold it off, suppress it, unsure on how your friends would think about it. At most it's an arm around the waist or shoulder. Trying to not be too affectionate in fear of making them uncomfortable. Unbeknownst to you, they absolutely live for it.
When you're drunk all that self restraint goes away, other than clinging to their side you also very much enjoy giving them little pecks all over their face.
You have Soap leaning on your front, his back connected to your chest as you turn his head around to kiss his face, smooshing his cheeks as you do so. Kissing all the way from his brow to his jaw, rubbing your cheek against his and then resting your head on his shoulder and nuzzle your head into his neck as you leave him a blushing mess.
And when you're sticking next to Gaz, your hands wrapping around him, trapping him in your embrace as you leave kisses on his cheekbones and kiss the tip of his ear. Your lips touching every surface that you can get your hands (well lips) on. Leaving kisses on his shoulders as well.
Ghost sitting facing you as you intertwine your hands with his, and slowly lift said hands to your lips, kissing each knuckle and moving up to his covered face, placing kisses where he can still feel it through the fabric of his balaclava, like his cheeks and his chin. Maybe even his ear. You can't see it but he's beat red from his face down to his neck.
Sitting on the couch together with Price, your thighs touching and you have an arm on his shoulders, you can't help but keep staring at the man and as he turns to look at you you place a small kiss in the middle of his eyebrows, moving to kiss the corner of his eyes and moving your other arm to grab his face and smoosh his cheek in to your lips and give him an audible kiss and moving your lips to kiss the corner of his mouth. Only the best for your captain.
The next day always follows you furiously apologizing to the team, hoping you didn't make them uncomfortable but they always brush it off, always assuring you that it was fine and they don't mind it. They don't mind it at all, in fact, they're patiently waiting for the day you'll kiss them without having the help of alcohol.
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fortheb0ys · 14 days
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Bit of a prenap ramble...
I'm just imagining being the barracks bunny for the 141. Bunch of stressed out men with ALOT of needs to fulfill.
They pull you aside and get you to fuck them anywhere and everywhere. Showers, offices, military vehicles. There's been numerous times that get you to fuck them one by one in the aircraft back to base as the others watch in lustful awe as they jerk themselves.
Soap a bit more needing than the rest. The mission reports bearly touch before he's palming himself through his pants. He's already came once or twice before you reach his room. He'd milk you dry as you fuck into the early hours of the morning.
Ghost doesn't like to admit he likes the attention you give him. The way the burdens he feels melt away with each of your touches. You're one of the very few that are lucky to see his face yet alone to see his face completely fucked stupid.
Ghost and Soap, an otherwise close duo, fighting over who gets to be fucked first. The argument ending with your tongue deep in Soap's ass and Ghost riding your dick, them making as they do so.
Gaz on the other hand is a bit reserved to ask. It'll take till the stress boils over till he's begging. You treat him like the perfect man he is. Gentle and sweet. His eyes nearly tearing up as you lay soft kisses along his gorgeous body.
Price is a work first, fuck later kinda guy. You're moreso the one getting impatience for sex. He'd cockwarm as he does his paperwork, occasionally tightening his walls around when you get antsy. As a reward for a mission well done, you get to fuck your beloved captain on his desk.
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rodolfoparras · 10 days
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Thinking about being the second option’s second option.
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Pairing: Male Character x Top Male reader
cw: 18+, power dynamics, age gaps, blowjobs, riding, dom!male reader, sub!male character, unrequited love, love triangles, jealousy, possessiveness
You wouldn’t otherwise be on his radar, maybe you were much younger than him, maybe he was your superior and you his subordinates and anything beyond a professional relationship would be highly inappropriate or maybe you just weren’t his type.
But God you had tried to approach him and many times at a - a subtle comment here and there that could mean more if he just followed up on it, a longing gaze or a light touch that he promptly ignored or played off, you’d even mustered up the courage to fess up your feelings one time only to get rejected immediately.
He was interested in someone else, or at least that’s what he had said when you confessed and that had been enough for you to completely back off.
A week later or so and you saw him with that very same someone in tow. However you’d quickly realized he’d been tasked with patching up wounds he himself didn’t cause because it was so blatantly obvious that the person in question was in love with someone that wasn’t him. He’d been blind to see or didn’t want to see and even though you had in mind to tell him you’d stuck to the promise you made yourself, and stayed away from him.
However it hadn’t been long before you’d been assigned the very same task- patching up wounds you didn’t cause for the man that had rejected you once.
He showed up with tears in his eyes and a couple of drinks in his system begging you to make him forget. You rejected him at the spot told him to come back when his lips didn’t taste like gin and tonic.
You didn’t think he would come back but he did and soon you had your all too good superior down on his knees, warm wet mouth eagerly sucking you in like he’s been waiting for this opportunity
But you weren’t easily fooled you knew the eagerness wasn’t for you.
Although his eyes were locked with yours you could see the distant look on his face, clearly imagining someone else in your place but none of that mattered not when his lips were stretched taut around your cock, not when he’s got his nose buried in your sweat damp fringe of curls and your cockhead is hitting the back of his throat, and not when you could taste yourself on his mouth when you finally slotted your lips together
But it didn’t end there because he’d continue to show up whenever the wounds reopened which was rather often. Not that you minded , not when you had the older man bent in ways that had all the joints in his body aching in protest, one hand fisting his salt and pepper hair the other clawing the sheets while fucking himself harder, deeper onto your dick
Harder faster more please he sobs into the sheets, a name that isn’t your own neatly tucked in between the begs and pleas, eyes squeezed shut as if he’s imagining someone else in front of him
But you couldn’t care less not when you’re the one who gets to feel his walls clenching down onto your dick, not when you’re the one who gets to lick the tears away from his cheek not when you’re the reason he’s cumming in such way he hasn’t done in years.
And while you lay there wrapped up in white sheets basking in the afterglow of your release, you watch the way he hastily puts the clothes back on his body, ever so determined not to spend the night.
You were no fool, you knew what type of relationship you had, you were just here to patch up his wounds and nothing more than that.
Besides you were nowhere near his type at least if you were to compare yourself to the men he approached at bars yet you were the one to have the bigger man pinned beneath your frame, strong body bent in half and practically skewed onto your cock, deep baritone voice reduced to wails and whines as he begs and pleads for you to let him cum.
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