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Stray dog (Part 2)

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Sorry it took me quite long lmao TToTT School and work deadlines are killin' me.

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male Reader

Summary: Male Reader is traumatized and refuses to open up to 141. Soap found out something horrible going on with him and told Ghost about it.

Word count: 1910

Warnings: Smoking. Mention of attempts to self-h@rm.

The next morning you woke up with a throbbing headache. It was so bad that you felt like hundreds of needles were jabbed into your eye sockets and every time you blinked, those needles plunged into your brain, sending a sharp and chilling pain to the crown of your head. This was by no means a strange occurrence for you though, given the fact that every night the base celebrated a party you always indulged in this self-sabotaging habit. 

Still, no matter how bad the situation was, you still had training to attend to, tasks to get done, reports to compile, and a miserable life to live. You turned your head to look at the clock, silently praying that it wasn’t too late. 

It was 13:00 in the afternoon already. 

“Shit!” You threw an arm over your forehead. Nice, you missed the morning training session. It was your responsibility today to train the new recruits and now you messed up the whole Task Force’s schedule once again just because you could not handle your pathetic emotions properly. The thoughts of giving up flooded your mind yet again since it was no use in waking up anyway, it was too late to do anything useful. The other team members were already aware of how irresponsible you were as you continuously failed to be on time for training the newbies. And what about the newbies’ impression of you? Probably an unreliable man who was no longer fit to be a member of a special Task Force that was particularly famous for its efficiency. Or maybe you were never fit to be one to begin with. 

Why didn’t the others wake you up? You had worked here long enough to know how scary and irritated Ghost could get when people missed his training session. There were even times when he immediately had the unpunctual soldiers pack their things and get sent to another department because he couldn’t fuckin’ stand people disrespecting his schedule. 

“Maybe they forget about my existence. Maybe I wasn’t that big of a part of this Task Force.” You mumbled to yourself, trying to pull your tired body out of the heavy blanket. As much as you wanted to give up, the desire to be important to someone, something, or some organization, …just anything, urged you to wake up and keep trying. You wanted yourself to be seen.

Upon opening the door of your stuffy room, you instinctively covered your eyes as they were attacked by rays of blinding sunlight. Your room was too dark and gloomy, doors and windows tightly shut all day and night, no wonder you would react so unfavorably to the bright sunlight that is often associated with positive moods by most people. 

The base was unusually quiet. You didn’t meet a single soul on your way to the kitchen to fill your hungry stomach. No Soap cracking stupid jokes with his heavy Scottish accent and laughing loudly to them himself, no Gaz cursing at his jokes, no Roach laughing at the two dumb manchildren, no Price sighing and telling them to at least be less raucous. You tried to shrug the nasty nagging feelings off, but it soon became unbearable when you walked into the kitchen and saw all the dirty dishes in the sink. 

“They have finished their lunch.” And they had it without you. The people you considered to be your own family, much closer than the biological family that you had cut all contact with, didn’t wake you up from your drunken sleep, totally forgot your existence, and enjoyed a meal together like there wasn’t anything missing. You knew damn well that you were overexaggerating the seriousness of the situation, but you just couldn’t help it. 

‘What am I to them?’ That question kept spiraling inside your brain, worsening the headache that you were already having. In a brief second, all the nagging feelings were anthropomorphized into a disgusting creature with multiple heads and mouths by your ailed mind, shrilly screaming out your deepest thoughts that were fraught with insecurities. Your legs were rendered weak and you collapsed on the floor. Supporting your weakened body with all four limbs, you took heavy breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

A few minutes later, you managed to put yourself together enough to stand up and get out of the base, on the way you didn’t forget to grab a pack of cigarettes. You felt stupid to resort to nicotine as a way to fight against all those feelings, but you didn’t know a better way. There were times when things were so bad that you had no energy left to hide your conditions from your teammates, and Price was concerned. He used to have you talk to some therapists, and not surprisingly to you at all, they could not handle you for long. No one ever could. 

You were now standing in the parking lot with a cigarette in your mouth. You sighed, clearly satisfied with how strongly its bitter taste stimulated your taste buds. When you first arrived here as the newest member of Task Force 141, Soap and Gaz always joked that you’d become Price’s smoking buddy, but that did not happen. The image of you standing with Price awkwardly because you two couldn’t find a mutual topic for a conversation made you feel too uncomfortable to even try, so you kept avoiding the older man or pretending to not hear his offer until he just stopped inviting you. It was so obvious that the men wanted to get closer to you, they wanted to earn your trust, to make you feel at home and be yourself among them, yet you kept pushing them away. And now perhaps they had stopped trying all together. It was not their fault. It was yours. 

But why it was so painful? You were supposed to feel relieved that they had given up so that you didn’t have to blame yourself every time you turned their kind offer down and saw the sadness drawn on their faces. ‘Why do I keep feeling like shit no matter what I do?’

Feeling that the intense emotions that were barely suppressed by the nicotine started to get out of hand again, you cupped your head with both hands, the half-burning cigarette fell to the ground. Suddenly, your eyes caught the red burning tip of it, together with how the paper wrapping around the nicotine was slowly burnt to black. At that very moment, a dark but familiar thought popped up in your mind. You bowed down to pick up the cigarette, blankly staring at it resting between the two fingers of your right hand. Then, your eyes turned to your left hand, examining your spotty lower arm. It was full of the small round scars that were caused by burning your arms with the burning tip of a cigarette. You had noticed Ghost looked at these scars of yours many times; luckily he never asked about them. The army was a place filled with people who had different background stories and bore numerous scars, so it wouldn’t be abnormal for you to have some that were a bit funny-shaped.

‘Should I do this again?’ 

Maybe you should. It helped with the emotions. Well, temporarily, but that was good enough.

Just as you were about to press the burning tip into your lower left arm, someone threw their whole weight into you. You were hugged by two strong arms and the cigarette was again dropped to the ground.

“There you are! I’ve been finding you everywhere!” It was the Scot man. “Are you smoking? Gosh, I hate this smell! Price’s cigars are much better!”

‘The ones that smell good are never bitter enough.’ You thought to yourself.

“Have you had lunch, pretty boy?” Soap pinched your dumbfounded face.

“Not yet.”

“What? Unbelievable! Get to the kitchen with me right now, Sergeant.” The man literally manhandled you straight from the parking lot into the base, leaving you no time to object.

As you two arrived at your destination, Ghost was already sitting there, sipping some coffee. Soap forced you to sit down right next to him while he proceeded to walk to the fridge and pulled out a dish, putting it inside the microwave oven. 

“Here you are, babyboy~” He put the hot meal in front of you. You chose to ignore the pet name and his flirtatious voice simply because he had started doing it to you ever since you start working here. It was just one of his signature thing, you should not fall for it and mistake it as a sign of interest that could develop into romantic feelings. 

“Thanks, Soap.”

“Aw, don’t be so all worked up and formal, babyboy. Ya’ welcome~”

Silence fell over the three of you, until you just felt so awkward that you had to speak up, “So… how was this morning?”

“It was fine. Ghost stepped in your place and took care of the training.” Soap replied.

You carefully glanced at Ghost, just to find that the man already looked at you, which made you tremble slightly. The skull mask on his face made him too difficult to read, you couldn’t tell whether he was annoyed or he just gave up on expecting something greater from you. 

Soap laughed at your reactions, “It’s okay. You were drunk so Price agreed to let you sleep. Also, Ghost volunteered to help you with the training so he probably doesn’t hold a grudge. Am I right, Ghostie?”

The masked man didn’t answer; instead, he turned back to his cup of coffee.

You quickly finished your meal and left, saying that you should do training by yourself. The truth was you couldn’t stay there any longer, you didn’t want to disturb Ghost and Soap’s rare peaceful time together. You had already made too terrible an impression on Ghost, it’s best that you did not mess up again. As a result, you also missed their conversation. It was not intended for you to listen to anyway.

“You’re right. He did it.” Soap’s voice was solemn, with no sign of flirt or unseriousness like a few minutes before.

“You mean the scars?” Ghost looked up at him from the cup.

“Yeah, the round scar marks that you’ve told me many times.”

“It was just my guess. How do you know he really did it?”

“I found him in the parking lot. He was holding a burning cigarette and about to press it into his left arm.” 

A few minutes of silence passed until Ghost spoke up, “Fuckin’ hell.”

“I asked Price about his past, I know it’s a nosy thing to do, but I wanted to help. Unfortunately, Price knows nothing either. Y/n… the boy never opens up to us.”

The two men sat quietly, exchanging worried looks with each other. If only you could know how much they cared for you, maybe you would find it easier to accept their love and help. Yet, even if they told you, even if they desperately showed you so many times that they cared and loved you so much, would your brain allow your heart to welcome them just like how it used to welcome other people you had met earlier in your life, the ones who left you wounded and made you the way you were today? 

If someone asked you that question, you’d just offer them a weak smile and simply say: “No”. You're now too tired to hold on to any crumbles of hope left in your broken soul. You'd like to give up.

to be continued i guess :")

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Don't mind me requesting again cuz your writing is good-

Anyway I need some older male reader that is team GHOST from call of duty ghosts and his team is fucking chaotic like they be almost killing them self's and one of them do stabby another like blowing shit up while male reader don't get enough sleep and be a dad on his team but in the end they get the job done

I just want 141 to meet male readers team during a mission and all of them see his team jumping out a window lol

I just need some chaotic shit

Ghost Soldier!Male Reader + Task Force 141

WARNING: INCREDIBLY CRINGE WRITING

While Captain Y/n is on a mission with his team, they are interrupted...

What matters most though is if they are friend or foe...

Honestly, trying to put a whole scenario like this together was fun and challenging at the same time but worth it @gamersansblog !!!

So I hope you enjoy!

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"Midnight, Hawk, do either of you have eyes on the target yet?" Y/n asked as he let his eyes sweep over the contents in the room. Falcon followed behind him, silently with his gun raised, clearing the room himself before rejoining Y/n's side.

"No sir, not yet," Midnight's heavy feminine voice replied through the radio.

"Just a whole bunch of shit in here, Captain, unless..." Hawk drawed out slowly.

Y/n knew that tone and quickly tried to intervene, "Hawk, I swear if do what I think..."

"Calm down, sir. Why don't we just turn this place inside out?"

"Hawk..." Falcon warned from beside Y/n as he watched his Captain let out a long sigh in front of him.

"Just a little demolition, sir. That's all... it's not like anyone knows we're here anyway. With the guards dead, I doubt we'll be interrupted, " Y/n could have swore he aged faster as he listened to Hawk's suggestion.

Honestly, Y/n was too tired for this shit. It felt like he was baby sitting 3 kids and he couldn't help but wonder if other groups dealt with the same thing.

There mission was simple, take out the guards, retrieve the files, and get out. Really simple shit. Y/n could do it in his sleep if he wanted too. But noooo, the Higher Ups just had to say his team needed to be with him for this operation.

Plus, Y/n doubted that Falcon could deal with all of them if Y/n left him alone with Midnight and Hawk. So he was forced to bring his crazy pyromaniac of a man, the little assassin that would kill just about anything even when Y/n told her not to, and his only good child.

God, being a father of a Ghost Team was hard.

But even so, Y/n wouldn't change it for the world. His team was just about the best thing that ever happened to him and his career. They were his second chance, his redemption. His everything...

"Alright, Hawk, set up those explosives and see if you can find anything. Midnight, watch his back. Falcon and I are gonna make our way over there..." Y/n commanded.

"Understood, sir," and in the background, he could hear Hawk's sinister little giggle and shook his head at his soldier's antics.

"You sure this is the best idea, sir?" Falcon looked worried about this and Y/n didn't blame him for it. They both knew Hawk could go too far when it came to blowing up things.

Last time they left him alone, half of a building managed to disappear.

Y/n shook his head at the thought, not wanting to even remember that mission again.

When he caught sight of Midnight, the woman was throwing her knives at some random crate she was using as target practice.

"Midnight, Y/n told you to stop doing that. You're gonna mess up your knives and then cry about needing to get new ones," Falcon stressed.

Midnight stuck her tongue out at the man and Y/n chuckled.

"Come on Captain tell her!" Falcon pleaded.

Y/n ignored it and looked towards Hawk.

"You ready Hawk?"

"Annnnnd FINISHED!" the man exclaimed happily as he put the last finishing touches on the bomb.

"Good... get ready to...the hell is that sound?" Y/n turned to see a drone watching them outside the window.

"Shit... someone else is here... we're leaving NOW!" Y/n yelled as he made his way to the windows with their repel gear.

"WHO THE HELL ARE THEY?!" Midnight bellowed next to him.

"Doesn't matter! Hawk on my signal you blow this place to hell!"

"What about the files?!" Hawk asked.

"The Captain and I got them on our way to you two! Now hurry your ass up and get ready to repel!" Falcon hollered at him, quickly putting his gear on.

Once they were ready, Y/n didn't take the chance of the enemy spotting them from the window. If anything, these guys were definitely professionals and had yet to show themselves but it didn't bother Y/n one bit. He knew his team was just as good.

So, he turned to the other window, pulling out his P226 and aiming it at the window.

"Hawk, you remember that scene from Fast and Furious where they jumped from building to building?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah, but we don't have a supercar, sir!"

"Well we can try!" Y/n began to run towards the window, shooting it multiple times until to burst into glass shards and they all jumped out.

"NOW HAWK!"

Y/n heard that lovely sound of the explosion going off behind him as they landed on the roof.

"Hell yeah!" Hawk whooped from beside him.

"We can celebrate later...we still need to find who else is here."

Y/n turned to Midnight first.

"I got an idea..."

"Sir?" She tilted her head in curiosity.

"You see anyone even hostile take them out. Hawk fill this place with traps, take Falcon with you."

Hawk nodded and tapped Falcon's arm before leading them away from Y/n and Midnight.

"Alright, let's go see who the hell were dealing with..."

Midnight sent Y/n a smirk as Y/n moved to take point and as they set out to find the intruders.

It didn't take long when they both heard a cry that only Hawk could make and quickly ran towards his yells. Y/n told Midnight to hide the in the grass, dropping into the dirt himself and aiming his rifle at the newfound men that had Hawk and Falcon in their custody.

He heard the gruff British man's voice question who Hawk was working with, who their team was, but Hawk wasn't one to talk.

Y/n made sure personally that they would never talk. He put then through the same exact situation he had been in now. Cornered by the enemy but except this time not alone.

"Midnight, stay down unless shots are fired. Got it?"

She nodded at him before popping up out of the grass.

"I wouldn't move it I were you..."

The men all turned back to him, guns drawn on him while he held his Honey Badger tightly to his chest.

"Who the hell are you?" The man in the skull mask questioned.

Y/n gave him a look before turning back to the man with the fisher hat on.

"You plan on fishing for my soldiers..." he drawed off.

"Captain Price." He answered.

"Ah...I've heard of you... You and your little Task Force. What was it...141, right?"

"Ye now who the hell are you?" He watched the man's grip tighten on his own gun.

"Captain Y/n and you're going to give me back Hawk and Falcon now." Y/n demanded.

"How do I-" he was cut off by another voice going through his radio.

"Yeah but-... Are you sure, Laswell?"

Y/n looked up when he heard Kate's last name leave the older Brits lips.

"You familiar with Laswell?" Y/n asked as he watched the men untie Hawk and Falcon.

"Seems so...and it seems she knows you as well..." Price commented as he watched Hawk and Falcon walk back to Y/n's side.

"Sir, are you sure Laswell said they're green?" The dark skin man asked the Captian.

"I doubt Laswell would lie to us Gaz. That goes for you two as well," Price said, turning to the skull masked man and the slightly shorter man standing next to him.

"So that's a infamous Ghost...I thought he be taller," Hawk.

"He lots pretty damn tall to me, considering he's standing near shortstack over there..." Falcon said.

The shorter man sent him a glare, obviously hearing Falcon's comment, but before he could say anything, Ghost pulled him back.

"He's not worth it, Soap."

Y/n heard a Scottish accent come from the man as he watched the two talk.

"Oh, sir... You should probably tell-" Falcon was too late to warn him when Midnight sprang up from behind Ghost and Soap.

Y/n sent her the scariest death glare in history before the woman's knife even made it near the two men. Only then did Ghost realize Y/n was glaring but not at him and turned around only to see nothing there. When he turned back, there was now a third soldier standing near him that wasn't there.

"Who she?" He cocked his head towards her.

"Midnight." and he left it there.

Price turned to look at them apologetically before letting out a long sigh.

"Sorry about the mishaps, mates. Seems we got you mixed up with someone else, by the way... you know who blew up that building?"

"We did," Y/n said quickly, watching the man's face change to confusion.

"Why did you-"

"Sorry, but we're kinda on a tight schedule so we'll see yall again sometime soon yeah? Nice meeting you, Captain and your team. Lovely bunch, really! Sir, we have go to go." Falcon said as he pulled Y/n away, the man shaking his own head and chuckling himself, with the other two laughing.

"Kids am I right?" Y/n shouted as he sent a quick nod to the Captain before turning to greet his own team as they made their way towards exfil.

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im on my König brainrot atm. What if a reader half a head smaller then König took him down? Like reader got into a bet with someone to spare with König and to get him to the ground and winning. How would König feel knowing the reader can take him down?

Hello @spookybreadbluebird !!!

I enjoyed this one a lot! It was very, different to write for me, especially the mini-fight scene...

But I do hope you enjoy it!

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König + Slightly Short!Male Reader

Y/n couldn't help but be pissed when he found himself on the sparring mat and König in front of him, looking away shyly but Y/n knew better than to underestimate his opponents.

König might have had the advantage with his size slightly, considering Y/n stood at 6'5, but it didn't matter when it came down to pure skill.

Sometimes he wondered why he ever let Soap convince him into a damn bet that was pointless at all...

It was a slow day in the 141 base when Soap had walked into his office, sweaty and tired as he sat down in some random chair. The man had just came from a training session as he took his time to regain his breathing before looking up to Y/n.

"That König, he sure is something... Feels like he was hitting me with bricks. I doubt anyone else can beat him aside from Ghost..."

Y/n let out a simple hum as he continued to work on his paperwork in front of him. The Sergeant’s face fell slightly before leaning back onto the chair more.

Y/n failed to notice the smirk on the Scottish man's face as he conjured up an idea.

"You know Y/n, I think König can even beat you too... Hell, I don't even think you could put him down if you tried."

Y/n fingers stopped dancing over the keyboard as he pushed himself away from his desk.

He sent a stern glare Soap's way, watching the man flinch in the process.

"You think I can't take down König, Sergeant?" he questioned, voice low and sinister.

"I bet you can't, sir," Soap responded looking him dead in the eyes.

"Just watch and learn," and with that Y/n got up and walked towards his door before making his way towards the sparring mats. Soap followed from behind like a lost puppy, grinning from ear to ear as he was eager to see what would be the outcome.

And now here Y/n was, facing König when he could have been finishing that paperwork that he needed to turn into Price later on.

Well, he was here now and to backing out would make him look weak, and Lieutenant Y/n had no intentions on doing so.

He took a deep breath before relaxing and finding himself into his main fighting stance, staring daggers into the Austrian's eyes.

He didn't say anything as some shouted "Go" from beside him and he was off.

König was quick to react to Y/n's right hook towards his jaw, dodging his head to the left slightly, thinking he was out of harms way.

Big mistake.

Y/n aimed a well-placed knee towards the Austrian's abdomen, knocking the wind out of the man before taking advantage of the small time to grab König's arms and throw the man's full weight over his head on the ground. From there, he put the man in an arm lock and pulled with enough force to not break it, but bask in the painful cries that feel from his lips.

Soon enough, König tapped and as Y/n let go of him.

Y/n looked back at König, watching the man sit there in shock at the loss, eyes wide underneath the sniper hood.

Y/n offered him a hand, watching the Austrian take it and pulled him into a standing position.

"How?" König asked in a small voice.

"You have a lot of openings in your form," Y/n explained, "And you're surprised easily."

König looked at Y/n in awe as he took in the words.

"I have work to do now," Y/n turned on his heel as he made his way back to his office.

Soap sat there gawking, guess he owned the Lieutenant something now.

König P.O.V.

He couldn't believe it.

Y/n made it look so easy.

So effortless.

So simple when he took him down.

He could only watch as the man carried himself back to his office like he didn't just kick someone ass with ease.

He said he was easy fo read... Was he really?

Was he that much of an open book?

After all his years of fighting, he had never been taken down so quickly.

Hell, if this were a real fight, he would have been death.

He could only stare at where the Lieutenant used to be in silence.

Perhaps, if he was lucky, he could learn a think or two from the man.

The next day, he found himself in front of Y/n's office, taking a deep breath before going in.

"Lieutenant Y/n."

"König, you need something?"

"Sir, after yesterday...would you," he hesitated, " would you be willing to train me?"

Y/n let out a low chuckle as he eyed him up and down.

"You sure you want this?"

He froze in place before grounding himself.

"Sir, I need this..."

Y/n sent him a smile.

"Sparring mats tonight, don't be late."

König stared before saluting him.

"Of course, sir."

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Hey! I'm the one who requested for the 7'3 male reader with a huge dog! And I want to say that was good thank you for doing it! :D

So I'd like to request again.....if you don't mind :D

So I was thinking of male reader that's the same height as köng and doesn't really sleep like he can sleep for an hour and survive a few days without sleeping since he's been in a unit where you have to wake up really early

And male reader having a pet bird (your choice) that just goes into his shirt and cuddle up between his big man boobs when he's cooking or taking his few hour nap if he ever feels tired.

Just a scenario or Headcanons your choice :)

But thank you again for doing my request hope you have a wonderful day!

You are very welcome and thank you for the request!

Since you didn't really specify if König and Male Reader were in a relationship, I kinda just wrote this from König's perspective and him watching this all go down lol

König + Male Reader with his Raven

It was surprising for König to see another man that was equal to him in height and size considering he was a mountain of a man himself

Only thing was, Y/n was the type of guy who didn't need much sleep, like another man he knew, and lurked around the base late at night, along with an ungodly silence that shouldn't even be humanly possible

If the Austrian did catch the man sleeping, if would be roughly for an hour or even less than that

Hell, König remembered when Y/n decided to take watch for them one night and while he slept soundly like a normal person, Y/n was wide awake each night, hardly looking drained each morning as well

Honestly where the hell did this man get his energy from?

König had no idea...

He couldn't help but ask Y/n, which he thankfully obliged

He explained how his old unit, (you can name them), were early risers

They didn't need much sleep to function in the field

Plus, most of their operations involved staying awake for long periods of time until the mission was complete

So for Y/n, being up late was natural to him

König could only look at the man in bewilderment as he could only imagine how someone could stay up so long and not go insane

Before he could ask, he took notice of the raven that was always around him

Y/n called it P/n and König was in awe at how comfortable it had become with him

P/n was around Y/n all the time no matter where he was in base

If he was cooking, the raven was cuddled up near his chest, or sometimes rest on his shoulder while peering down at the food

Sometimes König thought they were having their own little conversations about something and couldn't help but laugh if he caught Y/n and raven arguing too

If they had just gotten back from a mission, Y/n would tend to P/n first to make sure it didn't have any injuries then himself after

König could only coo everytime he saw you two

He hoped Y/n would soon trust him enough to let him near P/n and maybe even himself, but only time would tell between you two...

So, he continued to watch you both from afar

Comfortable with what he had with you now

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New ideaaaa~ I'm starting Hannibal rn and I got the idea of Hannibal characters x male reader who can't feel pain (congenital analgesia). Like at all. Like any kind of pain, not just physical. Like I'm thinking will Graham (is that how you spell it?) x male reader and Hannibal x male reader too. Maybe they compete? Idk. Or maybe a Hannibal x Jeffery Dahmer male reader

So here's some ideas for the Hannibal fanfic. I was thinking maybe he's a cop or one of the people on site during the investigations in Hannibal (only on ep 3 guys give me time lol) and he catches their attention maybe by like cutting himself on something deep and doesn't even notice. Like at all. Or they here about him from some gossiping cops about how he was shot in the shoulder or leg and didn't even notice and kept on running after a criminal or robber or something and was on temp leave and is coming back soon or maybe he's one of wills students thing and he hears gossip from students about his lack of pain or something.

Cod ideas are maybe he was a soldier who literally came back from a mission with like 4 bullets in his legs or something and was on temp medical leave and price hears about him when they team up with the mcs squad on mission and they overheard something about the story and him coming back soon and as for getting him on price's team maybe the mc was talking about moving teams when he gets back (I'm thinking the mc prefers a team that can handle him not being able to feel pain and looks out for him or maybe the mc is a perfectionist and the fact that someone even got shot that many times before someone helped him or killed the enemy or something is bad to him so he's disappointed in his team for allowing that to happen to him or something idk how to explain it. He's looking for a better team that can effectively use his inability to feel pain well and also make sure he doesn't get too hurt with something like getting shot 4 times or something idk)

We could also use him for a cod x male reader fic too or avengers or dc

I like the painless version better tho it's unique

I'm only on ep one rn so I haven't thought of a plot start yet.

I prefer long fics and series so if you use this (for anything rather) let me know

Art not mine, found on Pinterest

I was thinking he'd look something like this, maybe heavy scars on his body tho

One of the sorts

He'd work with any fanfic tho so I really wanna see some x male reader or oc who can't feel pain

Actually maybe using the art from one of the previous posts would match too

You guessed it guys. Another idea. I just got black myth: wukong (great game btw been wanting to play it) and I thought of what about a various marvel or DC (or bnha) x male sun wukong reader. Like he's a mischievous easygoing blunt monkey man cuz honestly despite him being a monkey in the game he be looking great. And he used the staff and can shape shift into literally anything and I guess see the dead or something and control clouds and stuff. Heck you can do a monster poly tf 141 au x him too (like maybe he's an experiment or something or made half monkey or maybe he's a guy who found the staff artifact and became sun wukong overnight or maybe he was buried in ice and discovered by the Russians deep in the tundra or permafrost and they put a collar on him forcing him to be a mercenary or they had him in a tube and the tf 141 was sent to recover him or something idk) also I feel like he'd be a power bottom or a switch. This probably isn't one of my best ideas and I kinda just somewhat thought this one out. Ooo also god of war x him would work to or even record of Ragnarok x him because honestly I love Buddha from that show and Jack and Hermes and other characters or even jjk x him like he's a spirit or casted from wherever he's from (don't know enough about sun wukong) and the energy blast alerted everyone and he meets gojo because of that or sukuna goes wild in Yuji trying to go find him or some sorcerers uncovered his shrine somewhere and they're sent out all beat up and gojo is sent or something

Here's a gif of the man because why not

Someone please write this and tag me in it or something like please and I would die if you based his appearance on the pic. Cod idea version is below two parts. Please continue reading.

Ugh I wanna read a MHA blharem fanfic where the MC is suicidal (in a funny but also like dark way) but he has stupidly good luck that keeps anything bad from happening to him, like to the point bullets dodge him and hit the opponent type luck or a bird will come outta nowhere and take a hit for him, or the knife he uses to try to kill himself with breaks or is super dull, or the pills suddenly expire, or a hero always swoops in when he jumps and that's how he meets heros or something. Just stupidly good luck but bad in his opinion and he keeps on stumbling into villain attacks and his luck makes it like he did something to stop it like a villains attack will suddenly cancel or malfunction or a large gust of wind will blow the villain down, successfully making it look like the MC has multiple quirks or something. Other than his suicide attempts drawing attention to himself, he trys his best to be completely invisible. I seriously need more books rn, MHA has such cool characters and there's so much potential for inserts but almost none are to my style. Also preferably a power bottom or uke mc

I feel like he'd listen to songs by Glass Animals or Two Feet. Like the beat and vibe of take a slice would fit him well especially if he's thinking about committing in his room. I imagine he's laying in his bed lights off, broken knife or ripped rope in hand or expired pills scattered around him while he's staring at the ceiling in annoyance or with a somber look while take a slice plays or or go fuck yourself by two feet plays while stuck in his thoughts or just blank minded. I feel if you use the second pic he'd like to listen to songs like too sweet by Hozier and artists like Two Feet, Arctic Monkeys, Glass Animals, Hozier, Des Rocs, MISSIO, Lund, Son Lux, The Neighborhood, David Kushner, Steve Lacy, Red Leather, Cigarettes After Sex, Troy Boi, d4vd, Tsunami J. (Die Young for ex), Mac Miller (for ex. Self Care), ThxSoMch, alt-j, FKJ, etc

This could also work with literally any fandom. Like for example in a cod fanfic he could be the bastard son of a rich family (who had a lot of enemies) who they don't care about (but should cuz his luck could take them places ;)) and they, because despite everything he's the only child and they can't have him die from an enemy because itd ruin their image, hire taskforce 141 to protect him in a lone warehouse (the big rich apartment things I forgot the name of) while they're gone for a year. Tf 141 wouldn't be happy of course but they grow on our mc and take it as a vacation or something. He secretly tries to commit when they can't notice and they don't for a while but they finally find out when he finds one of their guns and tries to shoot himself just for it to literally break which shouldn't happen because they take care of their guns or something or they catch him about to hang himself with one of the rope, brand new btw, they literally use to climb into a helicopter so they know it's sturdy, and it immediately breaks (rips? Tears?) which also shouldn't happen because they know the rope is able to literally carry like 5 men at once, and that's how they discover his good luck and suicidal tendencies. The mc immediately gives up trying to commit in secret and goes to do it in the open now. They come up with a compromise, he can only attempt one time a die and they just gotta watch him till he does try, not that it'll work anyway, his luck prevents it. Or he could be a marine or Merc or something who joined just so he could get into danger so he could die but to their horror and his own, nothing will kill him. Like he'd run out of ammo and everything and be in front of an enemy just for the enemy's gun to suddenly jam or for the enemy to step on a mine or get hit by a stray bullet or something. His call sign would be clover 😂. Like he'd be known for being in or a part of the most dangerous missions that go to crap or something and come out unscathed. Like if he's a Merc he'd deliberately choose dangerous missions that other mercs avoid and go in alone and not even try, just walk right into an enemy's base and start shooting with the hopes of dying himself. Like even as he's doing a cool takedown move the only thought in his mind is ugh I wish a bullet would just hit me already or I wonder if this guy can kill me or I wonder if this guy is strong enough to choke me or I wonder if my luck can stop a grenade or something. Like don't give this guy explosives he'd probably tape an active one on himself. His handler refuses to give him explosives when he's alone because they've had to stop him from activating it on the spot and shoving it in a pocket. I was thinking poly 141 x male oc/reader (plus like Alejandro and his buddy and some of kortac or other hot cod characters). I'd expect him to be like silent and brooding but it looks cute to others. I'd also imagine he's incredibly short like 5'4. He also wears his hair like that in hopes it would help with him getting shot or something. His power of only good luck make him usable for any fandom just let me know if you use him cuz it's like to read it. Prefer if he's used for long fics with chapters or something but do what you want

He could also be a bartender in Gotham in the middle of an area between all the territories of the villains or something.

Also this is how'd I think he looked, art not mine at all. Probably found on Pinterest

Feel like he'd look like this too, especially for cod. Art not mine I'm pretty sure I found it on DeviantArt. Love their art tho

Just had an idea. Ghost Rider male reader x poly tf141 or ghost rider male reader x tf141/cod they would probably be better off in monster au. Though I'd prefer he's a power bottom/sub. Also long fics please, like series though feel free to use this for other things too. Please tag me if you use it I wanna read it

Edit one: I was thinking he could be a Merc or something and takes down corrupt squads or just corrupt politicians/rich people/etc in his free time. And maybe he's like really tall and stuff and wears a skull mask (like just a skull mask, not like ghost's) and looks like he'd be a top but is a bottom/sub (not required just a preference. Do what you wanna) and has a soft spot for animals and children. And he's the guy they send when crap really hits the fan cuz he's so destructive and angry when he fits. Like a quiet anger. And he's a total lone wolf, afraid he'll burn the wrong person and is really insecure about it. Omg please someone make this I'm dying

Edit two: I'd imagine he looks like this normally (art not mine at all. Probably found on Pinterest and I downloaded it. Credits to true artist if you find it, please tell me who it is lol)

I imagine he's like really quiet and soft when he's human but when he burst into flames (so like if imagine the flames are white or something) he's like a metalhead but still quiet, like roach quiet. And despite this he has all the power bro and he's huge under his clothes like he totally has man boobs and stuff. Also I feel like songs by SWARM match him perfectly or the song I'M A METALHEAD, BITCH by KILL KARL would match him too (great song, very fun to listen too and he Lowkey kinda goofy) but in a secret way, like he looks like he'd listen to classical or nirvana but his ghost rider thing makes him angry inside so he listens to metal. But I also feel like he'd be like in the umbrella academy where they, despite being serious and stuff, would just randomly start dancing to goofy music and he will straight up dance to a song like hey ya! By OutKast while he's cooking or making him some coffee like that'd be cute for the guys to stumble into. Also I feel like anytime he experiences anger or negative emotions he feels like really hot or he's always angry but he controls it unless he needs the destructive forces his anger would bring.

Now I'm being specific but it's okay. Feel free to use it or do whatever

Also I love contradictory characters

Ugh I need more fanfics of taskforce 141 x male reader or oc (preferably all of them) stories (not drabbles or scenarios or anything of the sorts despite them being absolutely adorable) but I can't find them so like if you have recommendations please share, doesn't matter the platform. I have watt, ao3, quotev, etc. or just cod men in general

I remember so many people who head cannon (even in mlp, those wing boners) that any kind of avian character will flutter or flap their wings during sex.

That being said,

Having Gaz stretched out under you, his cock uselessly hanging down between his thighs as you trace his spine just to watch his wings unfurl in this steady stretch.

Watching those muscles tremble between his shoulders as tremors rock through his wings, those feathers practically shivering with every movement of your fingers buried so deep into him he swears your already rearranging his guts.

His back bent and ass up, giving room for his wings to spread out as you work him open. Those quiet moans getting louder as your free hand starts to gently thread through the feathers, this burning feeling consuming his gut.

When he's spilling over the sheets, those wings are splattered out in a way he can't remember doing. Listening to the quiet snickering behind him as you now lean down to whisper,

"So pretty all displayed out under me,"

It's almost funny how sensitive those down feathers of his are,

"Didnt even need to fuck you, your desperate enough for my fingers to do the trick."

"Just, please... please. I'll beg."

Poly_TF_141 x sex-demon_reader Prt:2

Read part 1 here 》 ....

A_N:... Continuation of the previous! This is part two, and to do with Werewolf Soap going into 'heat' but not the abo kinda heat. Soo, expect more wolf like behavior, and again, the same warnings apply.

CW.|.TW:... Sexual content. Intended male reader. Bottom but Dom reader. Polly-cule TF 141. Religious depictions of demons. Allusion to Reader having an Eating Disorder and the recovery there of. Ghost x Soap x Reader

It had taken some time and effort, but finally, finally, you were OK with the casual emotion that the team shared with one another.

Being a permanent member of the team seemed to help. You even put on weight in the recent months that you've actually fed semi regularly, although it wasn't anywhere near what you should be getting but it was miles better then the months you used to starve through.

Price made sure that any time between missions, there was some form of sexual intention in his team.

Not the hardest thing when all of them have been intemit with each other for years before you joined in with the physical side of things. And Price let you have your fill of him whenever he saw that drop in you again.

But someone else came knocking that night.

A blushing Soap who was leaning heavily on your door frame, looking almost shy for his bulkier body. He hardly says anything as you beckon him in. Eyes still down cast even as he leaves the door ajar and is sitting all but an inch away from you.

"I wan'ed te ask ya if yeh would..." he starts, blush spreading down his neck. "Can ye. I just wanted.."

That's when you felt a pulse of a sweeter emotion, a spiking arousal that was tainted with a primal urge. This absolute need for something so deeply sexual it was practically making your mouth water.

"Your lycanthopic urge?" You question,

"Aye, my heat kinda snuck up on me." He answers with a curt nod. Still not looking at you.

Your fingers find his chin, easily lifting his stubble edged jaw, so he was nose to nose with you.

Soap had dilated pupils, only elipsed by this thin sliver of his irus. Those needs already making his mind want to lean in and chase those lips of yours. Instead, he flicks his eyes back up, that emotion growing thicker, sweeter, with the movement.

"Just please..." he half begs, already so desperate. "Please. I'll beg. I'll go away if ye don't wanna, but I just.."

"Ok, I will lend you help."

You've hardly gotten the sentence out before Soap jumps you. Stealing breathless kiss after breathless kiss.

Guiding your hands to his skin, slipping them under his clothes, and soaking in the warmth with your skin on his. He gets so touch starved, so sensitive to it, when he's like this.

You near fucking his throat with a long split toungue isn't helping him think any more coherently. He tried to ignore the gentle tangle of your hands as you started getting him undressed. Body more demonic with the crackling desires streaming from Johnny's need for intimacy.

"You still got your mind in one peace there lad?"

A deep rumble follows from the door, Ghost standing there with his head tilted. Commenting, "Dumb Mutt just got one thing on his mind."

"You came to watch or pass along something or another."

"Oh, I wanna watch."

Simon crosses the distance from the door to your bed in two quick strides, fingers gliding in the panting Soap's hair. Pulling him back by the grip he has on the werewolf's Mohawk.

"Mainly to see this one don't hurt ya, hun. But to see if yah would need help."

Johnny rolls his hips against your thigh, toungue lulling out past his fangs and bruised lips. Eyes unfocused as he tries to keep his body still while miserably failing.

"Can get a bit one tracked and forget who's helpen 'em. And Price warned me yah got a habit of ignoring yourself."

"Acceptable. Just help me strip him before he cums in his pants."

"Alright hun."

You end up kneeling with Soap, hopelessly humping against your thighs with you stretching out your back so you can reach for Ghost as he leans back. Your hands trace over the fat of his thighs before using your tail to wrap around Johnny's waist, keeping a firm grip to help him actually get what he wants.

His cock already painfully hard, pulsing with each beat his heart had. He was happy to be pulled to where you wanted him, all but panting into your nape as he ruts up against you.

It's always that first breach that knocks the breath from you, but Soap sits still after he's fully sheathed. Just trying to feel as much as he can with skin against skin as that lusty haze fills his mind.

When he does start moving, it's at a brutal pace. Hardly pulling out before shoving back in all the way. Jolting your whole body.

That thickly suffocating emotion had your throat vibrating in the closest thing your kin could produce to a purr. Easily keeping him steady and against you with your tail. You could feel his back tense and ripple with each roll of his hips, with your tail snugly against his waist as he licks along any skin he can.

You heal too fast for him to see the hackies he's working along your shoulders, but the darker marks of his teeth do stick just a bit longer.

It's Simon who traces the rivets of your ram like horns, eyes watching the hitch in your breath. Fingers ever so gentle as he traces all the dents and scrapes along them; careful to rub his palms down the curve against your skull. And you can taste the lust that's just as strong from him.

When Soap had cum with a snarl, as he bared his teeth against your spine, you could feel how the tired feeling was pulsing along the need to keep going. He was hard and needy as he couldn't set a rhythm with the fatigue settling along.

He must have tried to get off before getting the courage to ask for your help.

Feeling a bit sorry for the werewolf, you roll him over; turning to face Simon as you hover over Johnny's body. Watching as Soap mouths over Simon's dick through his boxers, those sex blown eyes watching him.

When you started the roll off your hips, against the shivering Soap who moans egging you on; you saw Ghost lift his gaze. Watching you ride the other with ease.

"Shit." Ghost comments,

He hefts himself up to his knees, nearly covering Johnny's face with his crotch. The wolf didn't seem to mind. Just mouthing and licking at all he could reach. Soaking more of the fabric with his spit.

"Price gave this view no justice when he told me 'bout it."

Redoubled your efforts as more warmth flooded you, but Soap didn't soften. He only meets every roll down with a thrust up.

"Don't know why any of you enjoy it, and not the action."

Johnny is whimpering under Ghost, body trembling in over stimulation. Mind lost in the throws of the absolute pleasure you're helping pump through his very soul.

"More ta do with ya looking like yah enjoying yaself then the act alone."

"You have to be none-"

Those fingers dance over your horns, finally pulling a quiet noise from you. He leaned into you, sharing the quick hiffs of air you're both taking.

"That," Ghost repeats the action. You don't moan this time, but the effect is still evident. "Is what we enjoy of this."

"Prove it."

"Gladly hun." Before his eyes roll back into his skull, "Fuck... watch the teeth soldier."

Soap had pulled his boxers off with just his teeth, getting to his dick. At the comment, Johnny bared his teeth against the intimate skin of Simon's inner thigh. So close to him that the danger runs his blood just that bit hotter.

And for all that Ghost likes the danger, that bit of pain, he doesn't actually want to bite him. And not nearly as hard as he bites at you.

"He will tire out soon, just a warning."

Simon clasps at your horns, pulling you closer by them.

"Not for long hun, he'll be up and wanting more in no time." He presses his lips against yours, mumbling with a smirk, "and I wanna tag team him when he does."

Why didn't you say anything?

Poly TF 141 x sex-demon reader (male intended but has depictions of fem):

A|n: Based on this writer's amazing work and this artist's au. And now this is very long.... I can't just write porn can I? Of well.

Prt:2 is done <3 》》》》》

Be warned I use more Catholic or deamon depiction of our succubus(male) reader, so please expect some body horror esk depictions. Also, the 141 are all in a polycule in this story.

CW: NSFW halfway through after the line break, sex addiction or dependence depicted for reader, threats to health, kind of eating disorder esk, talk of threats/acts of noncon and dubcon to reader (not focused on), polyamory, some talk of religion, why is this so long? And angst??? Ok....

Thinking about being a demon who became the 141's spy. The blood of the damned that ran through you, making you that much more dangerous and that much better at your job.

You fell under the deadly sin of lust, but it's been so many decades that you can't quite remember how you came to be. Maybe reincarnation, maybe you were summoned. It doesn't matter anymore, but it still hindered your intake into the military. You were practically a veteran by the time Price picks you up and drags you into his team.

None of the 141 had ever worked with anyone demonic for an extended amount of time. There had been the call ins and times when they picked up failed missions, but none of them ever really worked with a demon.

Ghost, as a wraith, was the closest any of them had gotten to working with anyone similar to you.

You started out as someone they called to scope out information before a particularly threatening mission. You were just the help, the one they called when they needed a spy. Until they leaned about how every other task force would drop you within a month of calling you thiers.

Price had worried that it was something to do with you or your attitude towards teamwork when he had taken you in, made you one of his men.

That was before he noticed this kind of cycle you would go through. Just when a mission would start, you would pull back. You would separate from everyone, not cold turkey, yet you just wouldn't be present. The training room was one person short, or their would be one less person here on the quieter afternoons he didn't even know this team had.

It was after the missions that you would be more than present again.

You were there again when Soap wanted to run his lycanthopic body to exhaustion just so he could feel just a little more human with the pains it brought. When he was hyper, feeling like he needed to move, you were there to shove him. Drag him into a game of tag or chase or anything to help him move. Soap has never been good at sitting still.

When Gaz needed to be called from the purch he picked to preen his damp or irritated feathers on that was away from the busy noise of the base. Or when his Avian blood told him to take to the sky, you were happy to be taken for a flight or watch him loop around, watch him stretch his wings, across the star splattered skies.

And there you were outside with the nocturnal Ghost, saying you didn't need the sleep most nights and got bored. Even when his form would flicker, tendrils of shadows lashing around his open skin, something that made most run. You stayed with him, hummed a tune you can't remember the origin of, in a language probably only those as old as you would remember.

When Price was struck with phantom pain, when he would feel this pang on his wing only to realize it was from the one that didn't exist anymore. You were there with him. Happy to share a cigar with the smoke that smoldered was neither from his drag nor you. There to sit and fill in paperwork long into the night shift, to just exist around Price when the team was still settling in, or licking wounds.

In the more common areas where Soap would annoy Gaz into another game of cards. You were there to keep the peace.

It had taken Price longer than he was willing to admit to know what was going on. It wasn't some manipulative, carrot and stick, trick no. And it almost seemed like you hadn't consciously been doing it. Before it clicked.

You were a demon, a succubus, to be specific. You fed off of the emotion or the intent of sex.

And you only got that when you needed to get someone to talk. You only lean into it when it's needed for a mission.

He honestly felt stupid, like a leader that failed, but he was quick to right that failure. It wasn't like this team didn't run off and blow off steam together or that they left soap to struggle through his heat alone, nor did they leave Gaz to sit and brood alone. None of that.

And if you were a part of his team, this team, then you can't be starved. Can't be left to weaken, to crave, no. Price wouldn't stand it.

So he talked to the team. Told them his theory, his plan to fix it, and when the team had gotten over the hurt of leaving you alone and weak. They jumped at the opportunity.

Starting small.

Being more openly affectionate around you, never quiet reaching out but still letting the emotions linger.

Those play fights that Ghost would tap out of suddenly just kept going, and those thick visceral emotions none could quiet place the origin of; would hang so heavy in the air you could practically catch it between your teeth.

Those days Gaz would pull back, preen his wings alone; became fewer and far between. Now, the nearest team mate had a lap full of fluffled up wings and pleading eyes. And could Gaz use those honey coated eyes of his to glance up through his lashes and beg.

The quiet chuckles and this ever so pleased emotion would wind around Price's incisors, a satisfied thrill of the dragon flooding a palpable semblance of the satisfied job.

Price started talking about to the team, and they started trying to be more connected, more present, with you so you could have that nourishment. And if that meant that private room doors were left ever so lightly ajar during late nights spent with each other. No one mentioned it.

Soap was the first to notice the actual change.

Your eyes would flicker, puplis vibrating softly before it was shut down, and you would disappear. Or you would actually pull back. He was also the first to tell Price. And thier leader waisted no time.

"You good there, lutenent?" His voice calls softly into your quarters.

"All good Cap."

"Not so sure about that one soldier." Price presses on, taking a step further in to push the door more closed, "You don't play well with this team?"

"No, I have no qualms with any of you. Sorry if it seemed so."

"Ya do always talk so proper like you know?"

"Apologies, old habits."

Price steps closer, easily taking the space offered my your open thighs. Letting that simmering feeling flush his skin.

"Maybe we should start making new ones. What do you say, Sugar?"

His hand hovered just over your throat, careful to keep you feel safe. Price of all people knows what a demon can do when cornered, and it wasn't like he wanted you to feel put off.

He sees what Soap saw, just as his palm cups the edge of your jaw, your pupils flicker. Body dropping almost leaning agaisnt him.

"Why didn't you say something, Suguar?"

"Not of my use in this team."

"You don't need to be useful to eat." He sounded almost angry, calming all the more when you do lean into him, "you never need to earn a meal. Just ask. We all want to help."

That night, he let you ride him.

Laid back against your bed, held your weight by your thighs, and let you set the pace. Even if he was so hard it hurt, or if your dark lion-esk tail would flick across the sensitive inside of his thigh. Or when he's come twice and is practically drooling before he notice just how much more like your kin you look.

He doesn't stop you from flicking a forked tongue over the overwhelmed tears, he only noticed the change at the hitch of your breath when Price tangles his scared hands in your hair. Accidently tracing the curving rams horns that has twisted around your more pointed ears.

Singing your praise, even as you tried and failed to explain that you don't matter in this, just his pleasure.

He shut that down real quick.

A/N: Ok, I wanna expand in the thought..... sooooooooooo here <3 oh, and one day, I'll muster the currant to tag that amazing writer in this... one day. Today is that day!! @rodolfoparras (pls just ignore me...just wanted you to know this whole story is your fault with love /p)

CW|TW: includes more sexual things (oral, giving and receiving), implied FTM Price but not stated, a fear of growing older, detail of aids and way to much sappy fluff.

The glasses were Prices newest addition, these thin wire framed things that sat low on the bridge of his nose that he half tried to hide. Refusing to use them unless he absolutely needed to.

Only catching him at home, skimming through document with the things on so he can actaully read the fine print. You catch him, in your own shared home, squinting at a recipe he picked up off of Soap and wanted to try. It would be sorta funny if it wasn't as frustrating as it was.

Coming up behind him, you slip those damned glasses on his head, careful not to drop them on his skin but just place them in his hair with a soft kiss to that spot on his nape that always amost make his knees buckle. Hoping the distraction will help Price accept his fate of wearing glasses.

And it kind of does? If only for the moment, but then you were dragged away from your own brought home work to be picked up and placed on the counter. Handed that recipe and his glasses and asked, oh so sweetly.

"Read it to me?"

The glasses are fogged with condensation, so you know he tried. Just the frustration thats been building up coming to a head.

"Always, pretty."

You had honestly forgotten about him not wanting to wear his glasses after a while, him being called in for months with his team, it had just slipped your mind.

But apparently, someone on his team got him to wear those glasses. To the point that they now rest on his nightstand, reflecting the light in a way that should annoy you as he reads, but it just can't because he's wearing them and you are so proud.

That night may or may not have ended with you going down on him, singing praises about how good he looked all the way down his body. Hands finding the pudge of his gut and tracing the stretch marks on his thighs, easily pulling him into your mouth by his hips, happy to stay and lap at him until he's cum dry. All the while, his lust blown eyes stare at you through those wire rimmed glasses.

And it's like something clicked in his mind.

You didn't even notice when he held you open by your legs, kneeling down in front of you.

You just thought it was one of those days where Price wanted to please you, or to be that close to you that all he could feel and hear and taste and see, was you.

But it wasn't, or it was but not how he normally sank to his knees with worshipping touches, no you didn't notice at first. Eyes flickering closed against the lovely feeling he sent, chasing up and down your spine with every little touch. Yet, when you pet through his hair, careful to scrape your nails along his scalp, you felt something as you dropped that hand to trace his cheek.

That when you realized, there between your thighs with his hands holding you still and toungue half hanging out as he pulls off you to suckle on the skin where your hip and thighs meet, he's looking up at you with pupils blown wide behind those damned glasses.

"Price, you still- fuck."

"Hmm?" Price stops his pursuit with a light nip, smiling up at you, "I need to see you Sugar."

He nuzles the scratchy side of his jaw agaisnt you, watching as the skin goes red, a pleased look in his eyes. Hand coming up to hold your dick steady as he licks along the under side; only pausing to stare into your eyes and half whisper.

"Can't do that with out 'em"

Ok, I OD a while back and haven't had the time or the mental to post/write anything. But but but but you can blame rodolfoparras for this. Love thier work and all their cute cat pics!!

Old man Price, who starts wearing reading glasses from all the damage to his retna. He's kinda insecure about it, but when he sees how clear your blush is when he wears them?

He will just be between your thighs one night, breath way too hot, with those damn glasses still on because,

"I need to see you Love. Can't do that without 'em."

And he does, he wants to look at every shudder, and the way your lips try to hold those particularly embarrassing moans becuase fuck is Price good at sucking your sould out of your dick.

<3 <3 <3 <3

slasher!ghoap x gn!reader

first writing thing of my own, so uh! thats cool i guess yk. I think i'm happy with it? probably gonna be more than one part, i haven't decided. and i feel like i've seen other ghost and soap slasher stuff but i cant for the life of me find it. wrote this after finding a c.ai bot, the idea is not fully mine and i don't want to take full credit for it--however the writing itself is all mine :)

slasher!ghoap x gn!reader

CW: stalking, kidnapping, murder (dont do those things), no y/n only "you", while this is written for gn i wrote it in mind to lean more masc, first thing ever writing for tumblr so i'm not 100% on how to fit in here, bear with me

Thinking about Simon “Ghost” Riley and John “Soap” MacTavish being a bit crazy, a bit more fucked up than they already are. And yet so in love with each other, it was perfect, wasn't it?

About how they both retired early from the military, tired of the constant gun fire and the wear on their body’s. A man could only take so much. They move in with each other. A nice house, a backyard, basement, good sized kitchen, two bedrooms, one and a half bath. A nice house out in the countryside, away from other people but still close enough to the town.

About how maybe, one night, they see you at a bar. One you shouldn’t have been at, not that they had any idea. Or maybe they saw you at a simple coffee shop, and you didn't notice either of them as they sat in the back. Or maybe they saw you with your friends, hanging out at a nearby park on a nice day.

About how it didn't take long for both of them – without each other knowing – to start stalking you. Finding you online didn't take much time. Nor did tracking down your car, or your friend's car.

About how Simon “Ghost” Riley had your face memorized and the way you walked. How you just managed to mess up at simple things, like how you weren’t great at parking (not that he was much better), or how you bought the wrong type of milk at the store by accident. Didn’t you know how much you hated skim milk?

About how John “Soap” MacTavish had found your old instagram account, and the back up one. How he had been the first one to find your entire family tree, your old pets, your old house. How he had found what you looked like in second grade, missing your front teeth because you had ridden your bike into a parked car. Wasn’t it common knowledge?

About how they both justify what they're doing. If it was on the internet, it was free rein. And finding where you lived was just a… slight overstep… into your personal life, more than needed. No harm, no foul.

Thinking about how they bring you up to each other. A simple movie night turned to; how did you know about them? But it was resolved quickly, even faster when they both realized they both had some type of sick obsession over you. But how could they not? You're just so perfect, so nice to others. They just need you in their life.

About how they scout out your parents house, the one you're staying at right now, for a few, long weeks. They had happened to overhear your plans to invite friends over because you didn't want to stay alone in the house. A gut feeling, weird vibe, you called it.

About how a plan was put together. They wanted to have some fun with you, wanted to scare you, wanted to make sure you’d listen well. About how they waited until two in the morning for all of you and your friends to be either high or tipsy. Waited until you, alone, left the group for the bathroom. Of course they had the house layout memorized, they had been there a handful of times to grab a shirt of yours, a pair of boxers from your drawers when nobody was home. They wouldn't go in this blind now would they?

About how you had slowly walked out of the bathroom when you had noticed how quiet the house had gotten. The movie was on in the background, but something was off. How they had heard you check if the water-heater closet door was still locked, same with the garage. How they heard you make a small huh sound after you did that. About how you did the best quiet footsteps to see what your friends were up to.

About how you froze, standing still as could be when you saw they were all laying there, asleep. The faint glow from the TV didn't light the room up that well. How when you took a picture with the flash on, trying to get a picture of them looking dumb.

About how the room lit up, only for a few seconds because of the flash and you could see the pooled blood around their body’s. How you covered your mouth with your hand, the picture still on your phone, lighting up your face. Turning on the balls of your feet to run out of the house was the only smart idea – at least to you. But in the moment, did you think about how you already checked the garage was locked? 

About how John “Soap” MacTavish was waiting in the garage for you, waiting for you to run past. Humans were oh-so foolish, simple minded, and easy to plan for. How he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up and slapped a hand to your mouth, only for the behemoth Simon “Ghost” Riley to walk into the garage right behind you. No matter where you would have gone, they would have caught you.

About how Simon “Ghost” Riley took your phone, saying you won't be needing that, his accent and deep voice sending shivers down your spine as tears welled up in your eyes. How John “Soap” MacTavish handed you over to Simon “Ghost” Riley while you bit, kicked, screamed, tried anything to get out of their iron-like grip.

Careful now bunny, stay still, the scotsman whisperer, pulling his arm back before he landed a good punch to your temple, knocking you out.

a/n: constructive criticism is welcomed <3

Ok, I OD a while back and haven't had the time or the mental to post/write anything. But but but but you can blame rodolfoparras for this. Love thier work and all their cute cat pics!!

Old man Price, who starts wearing reading glasses from all the damage to his retna. He's kinda insecure about it, but when he sees how clear your blush is when he wears them?

He will just be between your thighs one night, breath way too hot, with those damn glasses still on because,

"I need to see you Love. Can't do that without 'em."

And he does, he wants to look at every shudder, and the way your lips try to hold those particularly embarrassing moans becuase fuck is Price good at sucking your sould out of your dick.

Haven't found lots on Keagan I think is his name from yhe COD games.....

I'll go looking before adding him to the K-9 unit reader x COD men

Honestly never written who Gaz before but it's fucken fun! Love the weird boy.

No idea who else I should add??? I'm looking. I'm a looking.

COD Men x K-9 Unit reader (WIP)

《《 Part 1 | Part 2

Reader works with a K-9 unit, and his partner is called Mutt, who is a mix breed of Alaskan Akita and Doberman(Mutt is also a service dog as reader has paranoia and C-PTSD). Readers call sign is Riot. The 141 boys needed help tracing a terrorist and John called in some favors to bring Riot and Mutt into the field. He helped the Los Vaqueros as well.

After the mission back at base, reader interacts with the men, and they end up interacting with reader.

Reader is referred to as you or Riot.

Mentions of panic attacks, anxiety attacks, C-PTSD, war, and / or war related violence. Unhealthy coping mechanisms, past trauma. Death of a family member. Torture, scars, and flashbacks.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra (657 words)

-Growing up alone, with only his mother. He adored the way you worked with Mutt. Sure, seeing the hulking mass of pure muscle and fur that was your partner is its own kind of scar, but he still adores how smooth you two are when out on a mission. -That fear is cemented when you suddenly whistle sharp and turn almost slaminginto him. Only for a hostile to drop under your hound who tackled them. Holding the enemy soldier down with snarls and jaw snapping in an obvious threat. He leans the cues you give that insight a violent recation, just a show or an actaul attack. All so he can predict the behavior. Not liking the scar. -The way you and Mutt act outside of the field had confused him. Why the hound was still so focused on you, why were you so reliant on Mutt. It's only the years he spent in hostile land that gives him a clue. You survived something. Mutt helps deal with the leftover pain it caused. -Rudy only sees that pain later, finding you down on the floor with Mutt desprerate to get you calm. He's seen how Alejandro deals with this kind of thing, but he didn't want to leave you here. Just to wallow in the panic. Making sure you heard him approach, to mutter. "What's, Oh, mierda. Hey. Hey, Riot?" He'll kneel down beside you when he knows you've noticed him. Making sure to keep his voice calm and quiet. "What, come on, que puedo. How can I help you?" "Talk. Please, just. I can't be in my own head right now. Talk to me. háblame. [Talk to me]" "Ok, ok. Did I. Or have you ever heard how Ale and me met?" "No- no. I don't thin-nk?" "Silencio ahora [quiet now], I'll talk. We met..." -You start seeking him out and learns Mutts call for him. He sees how much that takes out of you and when your drousy and half passed out? That's when you start talking to Mutt. Growling, yips, whines, and just going back and forth with each other. -Its the times he growls back at you, that you snap awake. He'll laugh it off, but after he sees how much fun it is for both of you? He'll growl at you just to tease you or walk up behind you just to growl a breath away from you. He loves it, sees you jump only to recognize it as him, them chase him down across the base. Even in the field, you also play along. On the days when it's quiet and you two need to hunker down for a sand storm. It becomes a norm of you scaring him so bad, he'll jump a foot in the air. -Rudy will start ruff housing with you as well. Even helping Mutt shove you around when you both get the free time to be home. It started small, little shoves and shoulder checks escalating to wrestling. He still growls at you. Hell, he even laughs at you and Mutt, yapping at each other when the two of you ruff house. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he enjoys the quiet, too. Not nearly as much as the adrenaline of chasing you or you chasing him down, but it's still comfort. -The darker nights for you, the flashbacks, the way Mutt will help with it, he learns it. He slowly starts to ask, saying. "You can tell me fuck off Roit, but. Quiero saber como ayudar [I want to help you]. I need the story to do that." "Ok, well. It ain't una bonita historia [a pretty story], but you asked so nicely so. Yeah. I'll tell you," -After that, he becomes as much of a guard dog as Mutt is for you. Rudy will become the caregiver his mother raised him to be. What he became for her.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick: (742 words)

-His first impressions of you and Mutt were nothing to write home about. You were sent in to help get him out of the hostile area after he was surrounded on a search and rescue effort. He was warned beforehand sure, but nothing will ever prepare him for when you came bursting in with a bloodied hound and a flustered Soap on your tail. Following you out as Mutt killed as many men as Soap shot. To Say it took him a minute to comprehend the level of 'fuck all of that' would be an under statement. He came around to Mutt, but it took a while. -You took him with you to the training grounds. After how shocked he was to see you and your K-9 partner, you asked if he wanted to learn how you both worked. If that could make him feel safer around Mutt. And yes. Maybe just maybe you showed off more than you explained, but you did explain how most of your commands were mixed words from several languages. "Wait, so they'll just drop?" "It's called recall training, so sort of." "Recall? Like controlling how far they go?" "Yip, watch." The whole having perfect control over Mutt took Gaz a bit to accept but watching the hound bolt down a fucking run way before you whistle sharp and Mutt suddenly skids to a stop, and then continue at that break neck pace only to come right back to you at a single call. -Gaz, seeing both of you still moving so fluidly outside of the field just felt like a side effect of working together so long. He doesn't think about the layers of scar tissue over your throat. He doesn't care that you disappear every now and gain. Why would he? Is what he wanted to think until the late nights spent on quiet runs through old hostile infested land. When you start talking him through the pain, ebbing from the through and through bullet hole. Holding down on the slow pump of blood, asking him stupid dad jokes. Hoping the mere spite of saying what cap. Price would is keeping him awake. "It'll be fine... just" "How does dark Vader like his toast?" "No. Roit. Please stop." Gaz begs with a breathless chuckle. "~on the dark side~" Full on laughing now, he half snorts. "I said stop!" -He almost chalks the echoing howl that bounced back and forth as a hallucination from blood loss, but considering that the team found you both as quickly as they did? It can't be. Gaz corners you when you both have nowhere to be and are off duty. It's almost embarrassing to sit down and explain that yes, you howled to Mutt, and yes, that's how you find you K-9 amist all that open land. Now Gaz will ask what else you can copy because damn was that awesome to hear. -Becoming more and more comfortable around each other, he gets to hear you howl more often. Even being there when Mutt first tackled you only to growl. It turned into ruff housing quick, both you and your hound growling back and forth. So, who cares that he also likes wrestling with you. He doesn't, and he sure as hell doesn't tell you how stupidly cute it is that you growl at him when he even gets the upper hand. Never will he let you know how fucken adorable he finds you and Mutt. -Gaz owes his life to you. If not, when he was shot , then definitely when Mutt would have his back as you had to crack down a lock. He's not at all as scared as before, he adores how the hound you work with. He enjoys the dumb sad jokes you two shoot off back and forth, over global coms just to annoy Price. But he loves, likes the way you sound exactly like Mutt. Yes, he will go 'grr' at you sometimes, but the sounds of you and Mutt trying to locate each other over the dark field will always be his favorite. Means, you're still alive. It means he can still fight to pay you back later. Not right now, but when that day comes, he won't be the one to let you die. And don't you dare force him to be a fucking lier.

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Ok, part one done of the K-9 reader x COD men.

Now part two!!!

Planing on doing the Alejandro x K-9 unit reader.

Boys just a flirt so I need ideas on how he would interact,

Like is he a, "Bark for me boy" like ghost?

Or if he a, "I can be good if you asked me to" like Hangi?

Wait no. No no no.

He's a, "Oh you can beg better then that"

Nvm.

[Still like multi opions on that post btw]

COD men x K-9 Unit male reader

Part 1 | Part 2》》

A/n: I can speak three languages, only one of which borrow German words, so forgive me for shitty translations. I'm from the RSA, so you know. Not any of the boys hometown.

Reader works with a K-9 unit and his partner is called Mutt who is a mix breed of Alaskan Akita and Doberman(Mutt is also a service dog as reader has paranoia and C-PTSD). Readers call sign is Riot. The 141 boys needed help tracing a terrorist and John called in some favors to bring Riot and Mutt into the field. He helped the Los Vaqueros as well.

After the mission back at base, the reader interacts with the men, and they end up interacting with him.

Reader is referred to as you or Riot.

Mentions of panic attacks, anxiety attacks, C-PTSD, war, and / or war related violence. Unhealthy coping mechanisms, past trauma. Death of a family member. Torture, scars, and flashbacks.

Left: American Akita and Right: Long-haired Doberman

John Price: (740 words)

-He met you first, saw you first. Hell, he verified your file so he knew of your old teammates that turned because of the torture, and he knew of the many years you spent MIA. He also knows what you did to get out. So he keeps you close and keeps an eye on you. He's the one who needs to clear you for this recon mission. It will be his fault if another team mate goes rogue. -It only take him a few minutes to see how much you actually relay on Mutt, it takes him days to see its not reliance, no the two of you act in a cemented trust between you two. From the interactions at home base to the way you both move like a well oiled machine on the field, it doesn't take a genius to see that Mutt is a deadly force with training that makes the hound that much more dangerous. Price comes face to face with that realization when he sees just how far Mutt can throw a soldier four times their size. And Mutt came up to his thighs, mind you. -Time and space are all Price really needed to trust you completely. He knew how you acted with Mutt, and therefore, he knew how you would act around a team you trust. It doesn't take him long to see its not only Mutt who reacts to you. You react just as much based on your K-9. Price nearly shoots you when you call out to Mutt because you didn't whistle for the hound. You howled, and he could hardly tell it apart from the wild dogs he's heard out in the desert. He didn't even understand what the fuck you where doing until he heard something answer you, in the same rumbling call. It took a lot more time to get used to those kinds of noises from you. He could expect them from Mutt but not when it's you who makes them -Both of you were exhausted, been about three long days on your feet with little sleep, that's when he asks you how you make the sounds Mutt does. Hell he even starts trying to learn them just to know how you and you K-9 partner work better. "So I just cup my hands and what now Riot? I Grunt?" "No," you laugh at him, he doesn't feel patronized by it, "you hold your hands around your mouth and just bark, makes it echo like a dog." He sounded more like a mountain lion then canine when he actually gave it a try. You teach him how to pitch it up a bit, and how to drag the call out properly. "And you don't use your hand because?" "Because I'm used to it, and can make the 'echo' without my hands. I still do when I howl. Look." A few nights pass before he uses it to scare a tango shitless out side of the enemy base. He doesn't admit it but he likes 'talking' to the local wild dogs with you. He even enjoys hearing you and Mutt go off at each other because it means your both alive and still here. -Out side of the field and when you two go out to roam the town at the dead of night, he comes to see that the canine noises you and Mutt share gives you peace. The kind he used to find in cigars and smoke. He gets it, he knows that some people just have a vice. When you find him smoking alone behind his own home, he shrugs it off and blames it on the smoke detectors. He doesn't say that he stops to make your K-9 more comfortable in his home. He doesn't stop smoking but he tries to avoid it for your sake. You only corner him around a day or so to thank him. He won't admit to the red flaring up on his ears, but he tells you to drop it. -If he's ever the one who finds you when your having an attack, he will guard you. Get you safe and comfortable then he will become a gruff mother bear and be completely over protective of you. He only calms down when he sees that Mutt already does that, and he learns what can help you, what to look out for. He won't admit it though.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley: (734 words)

-Ghost didn't like you at first. or well he doesn't like anyone actually but he didn't like you. -You had a dog breed that was originally made for bear bating and he hated that he knew that. Even if you didn't get the hound because of that. Well, that and Mutt is constantly muzzled. It took you explaining it was required by law for him to try and ignore it. -But when he watches how fluidly you and Mutt work together, even seeing the raw fucking power that dog has when Mutt tackled an enemy to the ground, he starts to understand why you have to keep Mutt muzzled. Even if he didn't like it. -Simon has an ex-military dog at home so he knows how to act around an active working dog. He's the best to be around if you don't want people petting or trying to do anything really with your K-9 partner. -when at the base afterwards he sees that the dog isn't just a working dog but acts like you service dog. Everything from crowd control to doing small tasks for you on the daily. To siting between your legs when you have your back to anyone when doing a task to protect you. Mutt will even start doing this quiet sort of 'rueff' sound that will make you get out of where ever you are without any fanfare, you will just disappear. -He only finds out why a lot later. He feel kind of stupid for missing it after the fact. -Its the scars that cross your back and over your shoulders, the hitches of thick skin around your jaw. You are a torture survivor. So suddenly he gets it. Mutt is your safety, the dog wears a muzzle because your K-9 partner is also a person protection dog. -After he realized the why you stick to your partner so closely, he would begin to help Mutt protect you. He would stand ahead of you when Mutt would lay down to create space (crowd control). Ghost would watch your back and react with your partner to help you. -He takes his mask off when you two are either alone or when your are forced to show your scares he shows some of his to help you feel more comfortable. -you start to notice it, and at first you would try to stop him but eventually you just start protecting him back. You become more comfortable around him. Simon notices it to. -One day after a few days straight of being on your feet, both you and Simon end up passed out in his private quarters. Ghost wakes first to see Mutt cuddle against you and draped across him, when ever he tried to move the dog, they would just growl and to his utter amusement you growled back. -After that he gets you to 'talk' to Mutt any time he can, even on missions. - Ghost was the one who told you and Mutt to bark at each other to distract the enemy when on a recon mission. "Copy Riot, we need an in" "Need an in, copy. Any ideas for that L.t?" "Yeah, Riot go off and make some noise with Mutt" "Seriously?" "Yip, get going we need that data" You two got in, and yes you did start howling back and forth with Mutt in the echo trick wolves use. The enemy thought they were surrounded by cayotes. -When you eventually cuddle up with Ghost again, and Mutt yips or growls at you and you make the noise back, Simon will growl at you. It becomes a games between you to, even doing it as call outs outside of coms. Soap complains about wild dogs once and now Simon will get Mutt vocal just to fuck with Soap. -he starts calling you dog related nicknames, your name doesn't exist anymore. Call sign? only when necessary. You are now called with doggie names. He'll call out a, "Heh, Good boy" "Come on puppy you can speak" when you go dark on coms, or just when you don't answer him. Yes he will also say things like, "What ever you say Fido" -He makes you swear to never tell a soul that he also barks back at Mutt when you two are off duty. You caught him coping a growl when playing with Mutt once. -He gets Mutt and his las to meet. Now he also makes dog sounds with you on his down time, even without you much to his old girls delight.

John “Soap” Mactavish: (616 words)

-He loves your K-9 partner from the first time Price introduces you to the team, sure he tries to be professional but the second you let Mutt go off to play out of gear he just wants to give the hound so many pets. They are just so big and have that cute angry tilt to their face! Can you blame him. -when out on the field, he loves running with two of you on missions. The adrenaline and rush and just how much faster you two are than him. He loves it. -You end up doing it with him outside of missions after a while. Hiking out in mountains and secluded valleys, it's the first time he hears you howl with Mutt. The coyotes had started, yipping over whatever they killed lower down the ridge. Mutt, who was a few paces head, had paused to howl, without thinking you howl with them. Scares Soap but he just finds it fun. -Soap being so in love with Mutt leads to just being around you a lot. He starts learning what certain movements mean to you and your dog, how a sharp left with your hand was a call to draw back or how the shift of your stance meant to take the lead. It amazed him how well you read each other. -Then he sees how you act outside of the field, how Mutt still acted like a protector, and you kept mimicking the sounds Mutt made. Especially when you were more tired. He found it cute. Hell, he loved playing with Mutt, so when you made the hound more excited, he also got just as if not more excited. -Soap loves head scratches you find out when you two are off duty and hanging out. He's on the floor with Mutt and the hound he's cuddling wines before you reach down to comfort the dog with head scritches. You miss and pet Soap instead, beside being completely flustered, he asked you to do it again.  He just starts asking you to do it more and more before you start petting him the same way you pet over your hound. -Now you start with the dog related nicknames, even over coms. Much to Soaps embarrassment and the teams delight. He nearly buckles the first time you call him a good boy, and he does when you call him a good dog. Blames it on a miss step. -He loves, loves, loves listening to you, and Mutt yap back and forth, loves even more when you go to rough houses with growls and even try pining you down one. He fails, but he doesn't care. -Soap only catches one of your attacks when it's about sun down. You're both at his place standing in the kitchen when your shoulders suddenly hitch, but you continued on as normal. Until Mutt wandered over to you, they stopped dead before making a gruff noise and jumping up onto you. Instead of getting you secluded because, of course, the hound sees Soaps house as a safe space. And Mutt will get you down, force you to sit and lower your head. "Woh, n'er knew em ta jump? Wait shit. ROIT!" He'll be right there next to you, knows what to do because of Ghosts episodes on recons. "What's it, lad? What can I do ta help 'im?" -You don't really talk about it. Sure, you explain what it was and why Mutt did that, but not the why it happened. It takes a while to admit that the scares you hide are the reason for that attack. He gets it he does, and now? Mother fucker will do dumb shit to distract you, or just talk and talk and talk. It helps, he knows it helps.

König: (764 words)

-Being a sniper, he likes the added security, the extra eyes to help watch his back. Sure, he doesn't trust you per say but he tries to be friendly none the less. -He had no idea what Mutt was trained for until he saw the both of you take down someone who made it to his vantage point. He saw how you moved like Mutt was an extension of yourself, that's how you earn his respect. -König didn't know why you had so many commands for Mutt, but most of them were cues or just situational. Most of all, the verbal commands you use are in Russian and Dutch so he can understand some of the tasks you ask Mutt to do . It kind of scares him that Mutt would know which trail was a friend and which person wasn't. He stands by that fear when he watches you set them off on a run away target. -He will only admit to himself that both you and Mutt look way to good covered in the gore from that attack. -You had to explain that that kind of training meant your partner had to be muzzled. You both get to talking that night, swapping stories of close calls, and König shyly showed you the star splattered scar on his jaw. Lifting his hood up just enough to see it before hurriedly drooping it back down. You share a few of the worse days you had as a call in search and riot guard and snippets of the scars covering your throat. -Habits begin forming. König will be a silent wall between you and crowds while Mutt would start alerting to his anxiety attacks as well. You made a joke about borrowing Mutt to him on the days off. He didn't understand the first time Mutt barked at him in a weird gruff tone before jumping up and doing it again. It's when you get him secluded and safe that you explain it to him. "Its called signaling. They can tell you when these things are going to happen or are actively happening. " "So it's to let me know?" "Yeah, for me, it's when I'm going to either for a flash back or when my paranoia forces me into a panic attack." "Flash back?" "Yes, remember that sister I told you about." -It took days for you to actually relay that story to him. How your team abandoned you, how the enemy held your sisters head above your bloody form. You explained how that caused phantom pains or flashbacks and how crippling that can be some days. -He becomes your solace after that. He would be there when you needed it. Keep people away when you couldn't look at anyone. He even began listening to Mutts alerts. He even lets you help him through the easier ones. -König called you one night when you both were off for the next few days. You could tell by the shake on his breath what was happening before he could tell you. That was when you showed him how Mutt does decompression therapy, the hound big enough to help ground him. You stayed that night, even teaching König some of the commands you use to tell Mutt how to help you. He's quick to learn them as some phrases are Dutch that you use so he can catch the meaning of some commands. -You don't call him until a long while later. It's on a mission while you two are hunkered down after a botched extraction. Or well, Mutt calls him. "Riot? Are you, Oh Scheiße! 「Shit」" "wat 「what」, ag. What can I do? Dir helfen 「Help you」, how can I help. Please let me help you. " -He ended up holding how so you couldn't hurt yourself in these attacks. It didn't feel as entrapped as you thought it would. König is so much bigger than you, but it's like he makes a physical barrier between you and the world. He helps your partner make you feel safe. It's hard to explain to anyone why your panic attacks act like that, why your mind needs pain to calm from feeling like you're dying. König will explain how his attacks can feel suffocating, and that's why his jaw and throat are so bruised most days. -Between one mission and the next, you start showing off things you and Mutt can do to him, like Mutt retrieving throne knives or how the hound can trace any sent it knows for miles. -You only bark back at Mutt one night when trapped in a safe house. Neither of you could find each other, and mutt had run off

Alejandro Vargas: (720 words)

-Learning of the terrorist stationed so close to los vaqueros' home base, Alejandro was quick to reach out. The 141 had helped him before, so he was surprised to learn of the newer recruit they called in to help them. Alejandro told Price to just bring you along. They needed the extra help honestly, as much as he refused to trust any of 141 purely on principle. They needed the help. -He met you with Ruddy on the roof of the office building, and he asked the polit to land on. When you dropped from the helicopter with the others. Mutt held to your chest before being deposited on the ground. He's seen how some of the other search and rescue units who have K-9's, but he's never seen anyone who works with their hound like you do. Alejandro is both grateful and terrified to have you fighting with him.  -Seeing you and Mutt outside the field was even more intriguing. How the two of you reacted perfectly to each other, he saw a bit of himself and Rudy in the way you two work like a well-oiled machine. He tried to play nice, be kind and calm, but when shit hit the fan? He drops it. Its only been a week before you use the recall command on Mutt to level the man they needed to interrogate. Both of you were forced to hunker down in a safe house, Alejandro making the bound man walk with little success. He asked for your help not long after the son had dipped down.  "Think he will talk?" "Not willingly if that file you circulated was true." "Any ideas?" "You aren't scared of loud noises, are you?" "Not really, why?" -When you said you could help, this isn't what he was expecting, but it was working. You had taken to standing behind the tied down guy, and whenever Alejandro could sound even remotely frustrated,  you would call out to Mutt before the dog would lunge with a snarl or harsh bark. Scared the man shitless, and he would mumble about 'de-ablo' or 'deamons' on and off. When things got too harsh, or either of you were cornered, he watched in equal parts horror and delight as you let Mutt cull those surrounding you all. Watch as you both kill together just as well as you work together. -It eventually became a joke, the whole you being a dog or sounding like one. Even when the two of you left the safe house. Hell, he started talking to you like he would your dog. Started to tease you with the same command you used on your hound. "Come on, Roit, I know you can beg better than that." "Here, cachorro cachorro cachorro [puppy puppy puppy]!" "Such a good boy, you want a treat?" "There we go, Good perro. Now sit for me." Even saying he kept treats for when you were especially well behaved. If you didn't also start laughing along he wouldn't have kept doing it and actually started keeping 'treats' on hand for you on the late nights you two would just talk on and on about nothing and everything. -Being back at the base and left to your devices, he started asking about everything Mutt could do. He would ask if you could also do the tricks and inquire about the ones you could. "Wait cariño, you can howl?" "Yeah. Wanna hear me?" "Oh more than anything." "hhhm, maybe I'll do it later." "I'm happy to beg you, but I think you would sound better begging me, cariño." "I don't beg Alejandro." "You will. And you'll sound so good doing it." "Try me," -He loved hearing you talk to Mutt. Just waiting up at night to listen to the back and forth of barking and yips that echo across the open land. Whether from far away or not, he loved it. -Alejandro is the worst when either of you get hurt. He is the worst flirt, and he lays the dog related teasing on twice as thick. Not only is Rudy swearing him out in broken Spanish, but you don't help either. Doing anything to help him stay conscious or playing along to distract yourself from the pain. Even Mutt begins to see him as safe.

More COD Boys x K-9 unit reader 》》》》

I am currently going into exams so I will post the WIP mentioned in my previous post.

It's a work in progress, only I think with Konig, Soap, Ghost and the start of Price.

[Find it here]

Cant stop thinking about the COD men interaction with a K-9 unit reader who copies their K-9 partners noises.

Everything from growling with the hound to whining or even having dog like mannerisms you know?

<first part is done it!!!!>

Varai short stories // NSFW

CONTENT WARNINGS // NSFW, Scent kink, Breeding kink, cunnilingus, anal sex and Dacryphilia, implies multiple orgasms at some point, praise and degrading too// Female and male catered :3 // do these count as drabbles??? Ermmm

Female reader // Breeding kink, cunnilingus, and praise (Scroll down for Male reader )

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Varai, who's fucking you into the bed, a punishing pace set by your hips. Each time he rolls his hips against yours, he pushes against your G-spot, pulling moans from you. His cock is ruthlessly beating on your insides, all the more making you soaking wet. Your thighs quivered around his waist, and he brushes a hand over your stomach. " Would be nice.. if you had a baby, " He trails down and pat the end of your stomach. " ..Growing all in here. Swollen with my children. M'gonna make you full with my cum. " He growls, fingers digging into your hips as he thought for a moment, mind clouded by pleasure. " Fuck, I'm gonna breed you, bitch. It's what your body was made for. " He drawls, hips stuttering slightly as he began moving sloppily, head tilting back. You had no idea how many times you came already but your legs tightened weakly around him, urging him to cum. And he did - painting your walls white with his thick seed, filling your puffy pussy up. " Such a good girl. " He coos, thumbs rubbing your hips. You gave him a slight nod, absolutely fucked out.

(265 words)

Varai, who's positioned between your legs, looking up at you as you pull his long locks of hair, his mouth lapping at the lips of your wet sex. His mouth switches from teasing your folds to sucking gently on your clit, making you praise him. " You're doing s'good.. " You hear only a grunt and feel a puff of air on your clit, which was already swollen and sensitive from before. He shifts in his spot, obviously trying to have the best angle; he wanted to please you, so he tried. " You taste so good. " he panted, eyes lidded as he went back to working on your dripping cunt. He moved his arm to put his hand near your hole, slowly pushing a finger in while still sucking on your enlarged clit. You yank his hair a little from jerking your head back in pleasure, making his head press deeper into your warmth. He groaned softly, the vibrations swarming throughout your lower body as your hips shook. " V.. fuck, Varai, m'gonna fuckin'.. cum.. " You muttered, causing him to push another finger in, sucking a bit harder on your clit. You bucked your hips up with a desperate moan, the tight coil in your stomach snapping as you came all over his fingers and mouth, soaking them both. He slowly removed his fingers, licking what he could off of them and outside of his lips. " That was good, right? " He was always so desperate for your confirmation, as he crawled next to you and stared down, holding your hand. " Yeah, it.. it was good. " You mustered finally

Male reader // Scent kink, dacryphilia & anal, degrading // hey we even got a top reader here so. Yay

(FEM-aligned readers, please don't fetishize my works, I want to make it a space where everyone is comfortable ^_^.)

(211 words)

Varai, who thought his coffee date with you would've ended peacefully, but here you were, being fucked into the wall because you couldn't wait to tease him. Your hole ached, but always swallowed him back in with each thrust. Tea tracks were visible on your face, made all the more present by your now running tears. He wiped them away with a thumb, leaning over your back to coo into your ear. " Keep crying. ou couldn't fucking wait, huh? Fucking whore... " You could only babble and nod, having already came twice from how hard he was thrusting. He was going to town on your ass, fingers gripping it as he was so deep in you his balls slapped against your perineum. " Fucking bitch. " He muttered through grit teeth, before going on. " You learned your lesson, huh? Fucking.. wait until we get home next time. " You nodded, whimpering purely out of bliss. He panted, growling as his hips already began to move slower and deeper, cock driving into your prostate. He leaned over to stroke your cock a few times, before cumming into you himself. A minute later, he pulled out, watching his spill leak from your ass as you tried to shift and pull up your pants to leave with him.

(299 words)

Varai, who's rutting into your hand with your sweater pressed to his nose, your intoxicating scent making him all the more hard as he bites back a whimper. You had caught him stealing your clothes for this; to get off to your smell. He would probably do it again just to spite you, but for now he was learning his lesson. You jerked his cock and your own off, the sounds of him whimpering and muttering apologies pleasuring you further. " Good boy, tell me how sorry you are. " You murmur softly, thumbing his slit gingerly. " M'sorry... I'm so sorry.. " He murmured, voice a gargle as tears threatened to spill from being edged for so long. His cock was spilling precum like a water spout, desperate for release. You would only grant him that after your own, reasonably. Leaning towards his chest, you stroked yourself, a thumb covering his leaking length as you lavished attention over his buds, sucking gently and leaving bite marks around it, your hand movements getting quicker as you set bruises and bite marks over his chest and neck, his free hand gripping your hips tightly. With a groan, you let his cock be free from your hand, your own twitching and spurting white ropes of cum. You put your mouth over his tip, still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He gratefully bucked into your mouth, only taking a few sloppy thrusts to cum down your throat, whining from his overpowering orgasm. With a whimper, he leaned on you. (If you struggled or not with holding him up is on you) " I'll never do it again.. " He murmured, clinging onto you as you played with his hair to calm him down from his high. " Good. " You would retort only a few seconds from him.

REQUESTS PLS !!! :33

hey um. Hey guys

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So um, hi nerds HI! I wanted to see.... if people would like to see...... like... requests.... of my oc.... and a reader (any gender..) yeah...I know people like military stuff... and call of dury.... yeah.... he's just a umm.. big guy.. really nice and quiet... he's a tall guy!!! Yeah!!! and... big tits !!!! I love him....!!!!!! just wanted to see i. You guys did too... YEAH his ref is LAZY so SHUT UP PSL

The way i want to read fluff about ANY SINGLE ONE of my fav characters and its never just fluff and its always fucked full of smut, Like, come on, I just want something cheesy to giggle at :(. I swear, my blocklist is chalked full of ppl who ony write nsfw (no offense). That aside,, any good non nsfw writers? I want a good drabble to read lol

This Night Has Opened My Eyes.

Simon sighed, his brows scrunched together as he fiddled with his hands. His jaw clenched and unclenched as a headache,

or migraine for that matter crackled and split through his head, drawing out a sharp inhale. Simon sat trembling slightly as he massaged his temple and scalp, his eyes squinted shut while he tried to ease his pain.

Simon gently rocked himself, his foot tapping against the hardwood floors of his flat, his hands twitching and jerking as he played with the dry and dying ends of his hair.

the coarse, light, and brittle texture grounding him as he rocked and swayed, thinking up what to do.

Simon knew, and he knew it well that he should've thought about and talked himself through his emotions and what happened days prior, instead, he turned to the bottle and this was his karma. he knew better, he well and truly did.

He never wanted to do this again, he would not be anything like his father.

A/N Hello fellow, your dearest unmotivated bitch is back and ready to write (Occasionally) so, sorry for not ever getting back to my requests but most of them just, never interested me and i need to get hooked on an idea for me to want to jot it down lol, so sorry for all of the ignored and unanswered requests, you can continue sending them and if i find any i like and i think my small fanfiction troupe will enjoy then i write it, otherwise? have a good morning, afternoon, night, and anything in between. BABYS GOT THE BENDSSSS/ref

so, that just happened..

so uhm, hi! It’s been like 8 months or something since I last posted and I’d like to apologize for going on an unprompted hiatus, it was not intentional and as always, I got swept up in the stresses of life. I will try to post, just probably not frequently as that is what seems to cause me to run out of energy to write and draw, I’ll be editing my profile and rules page if you’re still interested in my writing :).

Not me forgetting about this account.. I'm so sorry, I got swept up in life lolz

I totally should be writing rn but i just dont feel like it,, I'll try though