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isabella-kr · 1 year

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Hi~ hope you are alright!

Could you do a female!reader that cooks as a hobby and is always leaving little gifts for the boys? Maybe she discovers that Ghost likes strawberry cakes and she leaves a bento strawberry cake for him? (could you do platonic and for all the 141?)

Thank you!!! I hope I'm not annoying lol

What an adorable request 😭 you’re not annoying, dw!! I love when people send me asks <33

Sweet like Sugar

Synopsis: Everyone deserves a sweet treat every once in a while, and with her incredible baking skills, she would assure they would have theirs

Pairing: Taskforce 141, Los Vaqueros, Valeria, Gromsko & König x Platonic!Female!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mention of low blood sugars, being mentally and physically drained

General Masterlist | COD:MWII Masterlist

Intro

Having baking as a hobby often proved difficult on base, so whenever she got the chance to put her skills to use, she made sure she gave it her all

She would make all sorts of sweet treats - from cakes and pies, to cupcakes and cookies.

Baking for one wasn’t as fun, however, and so she always made sure to make something yummy for some of her favourite people

Even if they hadn’t requested anything, she always kept them in mind

John Price

He was finishing paperwork when she knocked on his door

With a stern ‘come in,’ he placed the pen down on the desk, sending her a small smile when she tiptoes towards him

In her hands, she held a see-through container with a row of blueberry muffins already waiting for him

“What’s this?”

“This is for you!” She grinned, “Thought you might use some sugar. Give you some energy whilst you’re busy with work.”

He hummed, taking the container from her hands and swiftly pulling one of the muffins

The sweet smell immediately enveloped him like a warm blanket, making him smile as he took his first bite

“This is delicious,” he complemented, not wasting any taking another bite, “thank you.”

She grinned from ear to ear, happiness practically radiating off of her as she took a step back

“If you’d like some more, let me know!” She cheered, pulling the door closed as she left him to enjoy the sweet treat

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

She’s seen him eyeing them before, when they passed a bakery on a covert mission

Strawberry cakes. One wouldn’t expect the infamous ghost to have a weakness for the red fruit, but it was a welcome surprise

Upon their return, one of the first things she’s done - after all the paperwork, of course - was head to the kitchen and bake them for him

He deserved them, really. He deserved to have a little break; to sweeten up his pain-filled life

She only hoped they were to his liking

Knocking on the door to his room, she patiently waited for him to open up

She already had the bento held out once the door was opened, and although his face was hidden by his mask, his eyes were expressive enough for her to see what he was thinking

Confusion

“I saw you ogling them back out there,” she began, “So I made you some!”

She held out the door closer towards him, and watched as he hesitantly took it from her

“I hope you like them…”

He stared at the treats for a few seconds, his eyes visibly softening at the sweet gesture

“Thank you,” he said after a short while, to which she replied with a simple smile

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Soap was always busy. always moving. Whether it was at the gym, a sparring session, or preparing for an upcoming mission

He was always on the move. And knowing him, he did not take the time to take much care of his body’s needs

His blood sugars were low, she was quick to notice after he once again secretly complained about his dizziness, uncontrollable sweating and shaky hands

She could only shake head head and tell him, for what felt like a millionth time, he needed to take better care of himself

She doubted he’d listen, but she also knew he wouldn’t refuse a sweet treat if it was given to him

So, she decided to put her baking skills to good use

Baking him a stack of delicious cookies, she placed them in a sealed container and trotted towards his room late in the evening

He was quick to open a door, a sweet smile gracing his lips once she came into view

“There are for you,” she held the box out for him to take

He looked confused at first, taking the box with careful hands and taking a peek inside. But once he realised what goodness laid beneath the lid, he practically beamed in delight

He wasted no time taking one out and taking a great bite out of it

“Mmm!” He hummed, licking his lips as the chocolate melted on his mouth, “They’re incredible!”

She grinned in return, fully enjoying his reaction

“If you’ll want more, just let me know!”

“Believe me, I will,” he chuckled, only growing quiet to take another bite

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Gaz often complained about the lack of variety of desserts at lunch

So one day, she decided it was time she made him some

She wasn’t sure whether she just wanted to do something nice for a friend, or maybe she just wanted him to stop complaining for once

Whatever it was, it led her to spending an hour or two in the kitchen

When lunch rolled around, she had the sweets neatly packed in a box, which she set beside him after they settled on a table

“What’s this?” He asked curiously

She only smiled, “open it.”

The smile that pulled at his lips once he saw the muffins were a sight for sore eyes

He was eager to take one out right then and there, but what stopped when you slapped his hand away

“Lunch first.”

He rolled his eyes, but complied nonetheless, practically shoving the food in his mouth so he could finally taste the sweet goodness

And when he did, it was as though he was on cloud nine

Hums of delight rolled out his throat, and it was safe to say he did not complain that day, or the day after

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro was a busy man

He was also a tired man, barely catching the sleep he so desperately needed

She knew she couldn’t force him to sleep, but she could help him in another way

She could sweeten his life just a little bit

It was after a hectic mission that she took her residence in the kitchen and began baking up a storm

The smell was heavenly, but before she managed to eat all the cake by herself, she packed a few slices up for the colonel and made her way to his office

A tired ‘come in,’ sounded from the inside of the room

She opened the door slowly and carefully before making her way in, and setting the box on his desk

He looked at it confused at first, but then after she gestured at it, he pulled it towards him and took a look inside

“Ah,” a smile took over his features, “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” she replied

After sealing the box, he put it to the side to enjoy later, “Thank you.”

She nodded, “If you’d like some more, there’s some in the kitchen.”

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Rudy was a sweet man

He usually wore a smile on his face, and always treated those around him with respect

But despite this, it was easy to see when the missions were getting the better of him

When it was becoming too much

When he was tired, both physically and mentally

After seeing him force a smile, she decided it was time someone did something nice for him

She made her way to the kitchen in record speed and, after gathering all the needed ingredients, she created her work of art

It wasn’t much. It was a simple batch of cookies that anyone could make, really

But it was the thought that counts

She made sure they were sealed properly before she made her way towards his room

He opened the door tiredly, and the smile once again had to be forced onto his face

“Here,” she handed the box over to him

He took it with a confused look, his eyes closing when the smell invaded his space

A small, yet real, smile pulled at the corners of his lips. It was a pleasant sight, and it caused her own lips to curl upwards

“Thank you,” he told her appreciatively

“I hope you enjoy them…”

“I will.”

Valeria Garza

Valeria barely ever had time for personal pleasures

The cartel kept her busy, and often put her in ridiculously dangerous situations

She barely allowed herself rest, and so, over time, the simple pleasures of life were neglected by her; forgotten

She had seen how hard she worked every single day. From early mornings to late in the night

It was a sad sight

So, she took it upon herself to brighten her day just a little bit

The muffins were soft and sweet, but not too sweet to the point your teeth would hurt after a few bites

With the carefully sealed in a container, she made her way to where she knew Valeria always went when she needed to clear her head

“Hope I’m not disturbing,” she muttered, catching her attention

She turned to you, her brows furrowing at the disturbance, but she said nothing

“I made these for you,�� she simply said, handing her the sweet treats

She was hesitant to take them, her eyes analysing her as if trying to work out whether she had any ulterior motives

“You’ve just looked overworked,” she tried to explain herself, “I thought you might use something sweet to… but if you don’t want them-“

“No,” she held the box closer towards her when she reached to take it back, “Thank you.”

“Of course!” She grinned happily, smiling when she heard the container open once she was out of the drug lord’s view

Gromsko

Gromsko was a nostalgic man, and often spoke fondly of his grandmother

He told her about the many many memories he’s had of her, and oftentimes mentioned her delicious jabłecznik (it’s a Polish cake w/ apples in it & it’s absolutely delicious)

He mentioned it one too many times, because she soon got the idea to surprise him with the delicious goodness

She couldn’t be certain it would taste like his grandmother’s. In fact, she was sure it most likely didn’t, but she was eager to bring that taste of childhood back into his life

So, one day, she made him the sweet cake, and packed it neatly in a big container

He was easy to find, taking some time to relax on a bench outside one of the barracks to take in the fresh air

She sat beside him, and handed over the box with a genuine smile

“It probably doesn’t taste the same, but I hope you like it nonetheless,”

He was bewildered, and had to take a few moments to return back to reality

The smell alone was enough to send him back in time, and when a smile made its way onto his lips, she couldn’t help but mirror his expression

“Thank you,” he told her, staring fondly at the container in his hands, “thank you so much.”

König

This man has a sweet-tooth

He loved all that was sweet, often having little treats hidden away in his pockets in case he got hungry throughout the day

But there was one problem

When given a choice between two, or multiple treats, he never knew what to pick

He made it seem as though it was the most difficult decision he was ever presented with. It was hilarious, really, but it could also become frustrating for the others

So, one day, she decided to choose for him

She woke up earlier that day, and made him some sweet cupcakes she was sure he would appreciate

And when lunch came around, instead of having him stare indecisively at the row of desserts, she dragged him to a table and before he could complain, handed him the container

The excitement in his eyes was visible from miles away; certain sparkle appeared in them, causing her to let out an amused laugh

“Thank you!” He told her, his tone cheery yet serious at the same time

“No worries,” she told him, “I hope you’ll like them.”

“Oh, I definitely will!”

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soullessdianthus · 7 months

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have you written anything for a perv!gromsko? he is my favorite and i would love to see you write for him!

A/N: I decided to write him in the most stereotypical way which is misogynistic (men in Poland are like this fr *COUGHS*). Just because I gave myself a pass to do that bc I'm Polish, okay? *Muah* to this anon for Polish reference! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

Warnings: misogyny, sabotage in workplace, nsfw (overstimulation, darcyphilia, cockwarming, throat training, dumbification maybe?)

✧°. Gromsko is a misogynistic kind of pervert. Born and raised in a traditional Polish family he grew unaware of his deepest, darkest desires. Until.

✧°. When you enrolled into the SpecGru forces, he couldn’t believe something as delicate as a girl found herself here, within the private military company. Of course Sobiesław knew women were stronger than it seemed, but not in a fucking battlefield. In his opinion they should worry about hearth and home not a bloodshed.

✧°. Obviously he had been working with some scary women before, but never with someone like you – still young, perhaps naive even. Your pretty body untouched with little to no scars. You were definitely a description of a delicate flower in his eyes.

✧°. His mother and grandmother raised him well – he would never risk the life of a devoted woman in a place like this. So since the first day Kościuszko saw you enter the gym hall, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

✧°. Perv!Gromsko would stare from his spot, surrounded by his friends, yet it was you who got his full attention. How your body flexes and muscles stretch while working out or how your breasts bounce as you run on the treadmill. Dear God, don’t give him ideas.

✧°. He was already dreaming of you riding his cock into oblivion, naked while he was in full uniform. Sobiesław’s coarse hands pressing down onto your hips, making you sink further against him and his girl mewling from pleasure.

✧°. Sneaking behind everyone’s back Perv!Gromsko would do everything to be assigned with you while on a mission. Sobiesław very carefully sabotaged your work just for the superiors to punish you.

✧°. Why? Because he would defend you in front of them, telling them you need another chance, that he would guide you. And since he was an honored soldier within the company, they made him your temporary superior as he had a higher rank than you. From now on, he was responsible for you and your doings.

✧°. Gromsko had you where he wanted to since the very beginning – vulnerable and dependent.

✧°. Perv!Sobiesław believed it was meant that way, because women should listen to their husbands, right? First thing he wanted to change in your training routine was cardio.

✧°. Your comrade told you to show up at his dorm’s door in the evening. Without much thinking of it, you came straight to him, thinking he would take you to gym – how foolish.

✧°. A loud gasp escaped your mouth, when the man that was supposed to help you with your training session was pressing your face into the bedroom’s wall as his huge hands were groping your breasts! Perv!Gromsko would correct your stamina by relentlessly thrusting into your tight cunt, causing you to beg for a break with tears streaming down your eyes.

✧°. Evening sessions with Sobiesław became an almost daily occurrence. The man would bend you in different positions on his bed, thrusting deep into your pretty pussy until you couldn’t cum anymore. Perv!Gromsko would mock your lack of stamina and threaten he would not allow you to go on a mission if you hadn’t tried harder.

✧°. So he began training your throat breath by telling you to keep his cock in your wet mouth for a good while, sucking gently from time to time. Of course your tears and sobs were causing him to feel pity for you, but Sobiesław was doing this to help you become better! :(

✧°. He was reading a book, the one from his grandma, while you were laying between his toned legs, keeping his throbbing member warm. You would whine from time to time from the lack of enough oxygen. But then Gromsko would simply caress your pretty, silly head and tell you how good job you’re doing. <3

✧°. “Such a good girl f’me.”

✧°. “No dalej, dasz radę, Mała [pol.: Come on, you can do this, little one].”

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 11 months

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Cod - Teaching you their language

Requested: No

Warnings: ✨Spice✨, slight Angst, Reader doesn’t speak the character’s language

König

König is a patient teacher and also quite a bit excitable when it comes to the topic of his language. He’d love nothing more than to speak to someone else in his mother tongue, as it is less nerve wracking for him than trying to carefully pronounce things in English. He’s really good at answering any questions you have, and is gentle when he corrects your pronunciations or words you’ve mixed up. That being said, because he’s so excited, he sometimes forgets that you can’t speak the language as well as him, so he’ll go on long rants or explanations in Austrian-German without realizing it until he waits for an answer from you and you just stare at him blankly.

Krueger

Krueger is much less patient than König and he’s also less excited. It’s been a long time since he’s spoken to anyone in his language, and he’s constantly insecure about how his accent has been changed over the years, and he’s constantly doubting if he’s even speaking the language right, even if it’s his own mother tongue. But once you two really start to make some progress he’s much more relaxed, and even finds it a bit soothing to be able to speak like this with someone again. He’s not the most patient teacher with you but he’s not the worst either. Some days are worse than others but that’s mostly due to his own stresses and for reasons already listed above.

Alejandro

Alejandro is SO glad you asked. You can’t tell exactly what’s on his mind but what you can tell is that it’s something devious, if the smirk on his face is anything to go by. He takes great joy in focusing on anatomy first and foremost, taking a marker to you, writing down pure filth on your skin, words like “*Propiedad de Alejandro” and “*Tócame” and “*Mía/Mío”, sucking and nipping at whatever correlates to the words that you manage to pronounce at least semi correctly. Of course he’ll teach you things beyond that but he’s just really excited to use this to his advantage. He may or may not have had this exact scenario as a fantasy for a while now.

Roach

Roach is happy to teach you BSL! Sure he can speak at times but it takes a lot of effort and it makes him uncomfortable, and it takes forever for anyone to figure out what he wants through vague gestures and charades. Not to say that moments like those can’t be funny but you get sick of them rather quickly when it happens so much. He’ll probably start by teaching you the alphabet hand signs and some simple words finger spelling, along with his name. (Which you later find out is not him signing Gary, but Roach.) He’ll even teach you some of his personal signs, like the ones he made for his teammates and that they’ve all vaguely come to recognize as them. You learn that yours in particular is actually the sign for Bug, what once was his secret nickname for you but that he’s kind of happy you now know, if only to see your smile whenever he uses it.

Gromsko

Gromsko, much like Alejandro, used this opportunity to his advantage. Except in a bit of a different way. He’ll be edging you throughout your “lessons”, cooing in your ear as you struggle to even read what he’s written down for you to practice, your legs trembling as he fingers you. If you get it right? He goes faster, hitting just the right spots. If you get it wrong, he stops completely, taking enjoyment in how you sob with dismay, pressing kisses to your shoulders as he whispers to you. “Shhh, *Kochanie. It’s okay. Try again.” He’ll tell you, a smile on his face that looked almost deceivingly innocent.

*Propiedad de Alejandro = Property of Alejandro

*Tócame = Touch me

*Mía/Mío = Mine

*Kochanie = Sweetheart

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amikoroyaiart · 1 year

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Some requested COD doodles on Twitter

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nrdmssgs · 7 months

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How your first kisses with Nikto and Gromsko would feel

Masterlist Part 1 (Gaz, Soap, Ghost) Part 2 (Price, Nikolai, König)

Never wrote for these two, but... hey, why not? Maybe I got too carried away with Niktos drama.

Nikto

A few saw the fear in this man's eyes. But here you are: looking him deep in the eyes and witnessing panic taking over Niktos mind.

The only time, he takes off his mask with you around is when you are sleeping. No matter how much reassurance you gave him - he only allows himself to spend a few hours without disguise, strictly when you can't see him.

Sometimes you wake up, feeling him sliding under your blanket, pressing his chest against your back. But he never lets you turn back to face him. Any attempt of yours ends up with Nikto hugging you tighter, burying his face somewhere between a pillow and your hair, muttering 'Spi krepko, moy svet*'.

You are his light, so he is determined to never darken your life with the sight of his face. So imagine his horror when he wakes up from the touch of your fingers on his cheek. He must have relaxed too much, didn't notice you shifting in your sleep. And now it is too late: you see, even worse - you feel his ugliness on the tips of your fingers.

He freezes, but something unkind awakes in his eyes. Guilt, self-hatred, doubt.

"We must go." Nikto snarls raspy and sharply pulls away from your hands. He must disappear from your sight, stop harassing your soft soul with his face right now.

You know, how bad it is when this 'we' appears instead of 'I'. This rarely happens, but when it starts - he abandons you for weeks, sometimes for months, hiding somewhere from the entire world. And you can't let this situation escalate.

With one swift motion, you catch his hand and pull it to your face. His name, not a call sign, his real name escapes from your lips and that catches his attention.

"Look at me. Stay close and look at me, love." You talk to him, as if you are guiding him through all his terrors towards a solace, he usually finds in your eyes.

As his fingers trace your features, you mimic his movements, letting him feel, how his touch feels against your skin. Slowly, his breath steadies.

You don't rush it: you let him calm down and get comfortable before you lean closer and plant the softest kiss at the corner of his lips. Nikto doesn't lean back, doesn't push you away, but he presses his lips firmly together and slowly shakes his head in silent refusal.

I can't.

You learned to understand him, even when he doesn't let some thoughts out. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but you learned to read it in his eyes. And now you see regret and sorrow. His face stays calm, but his eyes scream 'I would give anything to be able to dare, but I can't'.

So you do it for him: dare to cross this line instead of him. Your first kiss is left unanswered, but as you brush your lips against his again and again - he closes his eyes, lowers his head in a final attempt to regain control over himself, but fails and catches your lips in a short, but desperate kiss.

His answer to your caresses is like a distant storm - abrupt touches to your lips resemble lightning dancing over the horizon, his hands slowly bringing you closer shatter your mind like a thunder. Never have you ever felt so much from so little contact. This man has such a power over you - it should scare you. But you feel like you want more: you want his lips to linger on yours for a longer time, you want his hands running all over your body.

You allow yourself just a taste - a tip of your tongue lightly traces just a few millimeters of his Niktos lips, and he groans quietly. As he pauses for a moment to look you in the eyes and maybe find there regret or disgust, you can barely calm down your deepened breath and ask, plead to keep kissing you.

He traces his fingers over your jawline and deepens the kiss, gradually leaving sorrow and fear of scaring you away behind. For who is he to deny his light's wish? Nobody. Nikto.

Spi krepko, moy svet* - sleep well, my light

Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko

Two main things, you've learned about this big burly loud guy over the years of your friendship are his incredible hospitality and absolute forgiveness. Those, who don't know him, may be afraid of Gromsko the first time they see him, but you know the guy too well for that. He is a giant softie, when it comes to you.

So there were no allegations, when you not even offered, but straight presented him with a fait accompli, that you are cooking a dinner at his place the next time, you visit him. You didn't tell him, but you were afraid, that if he cooks once again for you - you are not leaving his house, you are rolling out of it. His eagerness to feed you could compete only with your granny`s. Maybe it was a cultural thing, maybe he genuinely was worried about you being too small - but Gromsko saw it like his top priority mission.

"Sobieslaw, stop it right now, or I'm chopping your fingers off!" You laugh, maneuvering a kitchen knife, so that it touches only carrot. It's impossible to shield a cutting board from him, as Gromsko practically envelops you, laying his chin on the top of your head and stealing a bite of every single ingredient, you use.

"I'm helping, słoneczko*!" You like the feeling of his voice, reverberating in his broad chest. It is like a purring cat, pressed against your back.

Maybe you lean back on him too obviously, because at some point he smirks and asks if you need more space.

"I'm fine, So. Just... just try to not eat our dinner before I even cooked it, ok?" You are still giggling and don't even notice, how he drops his face into your hair and just stands like that, drowning in your scent.

"Good. It is good, you feel fine, when I'm around." Suddenly his voice is much softer, and you hear him right above your ear.

He brushes your hair off the side and plants a small warm kiss right behind your ear. You freeze, not sure, how to interpret this sudden shift in your friend's behavior.

"I should stop, or you're chopping my fingers right now?" He is so close, yet he doesn't touch you anymore. Not until you let him.

You slowly turn to him. "I should, if you didn't mean, what you just did."

His face lights with the happiest, widest smile.

"Oh, but I do, słońce. I certainly do."

His kiss on your lips is incredibly soft, his warm breath tickles your skin, as he cups your face. Sobieslaw is caring in every his motion, helping you to relax and just live in this moment. He smiles into your kiss, gives you a complete freedom to do whatever you feel like, only showing you, that there is nothing, he wouldn't do for you. As his tongue brushes against yours, warmth ignites deep in your chest and feels you with a sensational feeling. Feeling of becoming his.

słoneczko and słońce - sunshine

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