htfanimevocagirl02 - Tumblr blog

htfanimevocagirl02 · 14 days

Text

Nyo England headcannons

Alice is always about being a refined lady just like Arthur has a reputation as a gentlemen

It's cannon thar she's both elegant yet punk so she is level-headed, motherly, polite, lovely, strict, graceful, feminine--all the qualities of a lady but is also rebellious, brutal, intimidating with no nonsense like a delinquent to those who cross her line that anyone who dares to try scare her will be shred to pieces. She acts like a lady but hits like a man.

If Arthur was scary, she's ten times worse due to the temper she got from growing up a rough start, being picked on by her siblings, forced to fend for herself and prove she can be strong bc.....you know, men. She has a lilth voice that sings so pretty from singing lullabies to her colonies when they were kids but when she gets mad she barks viciously like a sergeant, that makes you flinch like you're expecting to get shot.

She's not really a tsundere, she's just specifically shy yet punk so she accidentally ends up snapping roughly out of nowhere in awkward moments but because of her shyness, it just comes out as huffs or whining. Then she'll feel embarrassed and pout, feeling sorry for herself. Fortunately its charming and lovely. That's why you'll always see her huffing with arms crossed or hands held in front of her respectively.

Walks pretty with straight back and hands held in front of her and head almost titled up like between a princess and a sergeant, you would think she once lived a period of time just balancing books on her head even while battling another country.

She's very good at hospitality, teaching, foraging, embroidering, crafting, writing literature, nursing, babysitting children and suprisingly mechanics (due to the industrial era when machinery were being made). This is obvious since this is canon with Arthur but she's also amazing at embroidery, sewing and tailoring or more specifically, fixing clothes.

She finds that she works well in nursing people back to health and knows so many cool secrets like how to get rid of headaches or acne, she also makes her own medicine with herbs and plants. Has jars and vials of medicine that is literal magic which no pill from your pharmacy can compete with

Due to growing up to a rough start, she couldn't find enough food for nourishment causing her body to look slim and fragile so she had to rely on knowledge of which plants and fruits were edible, hence how she got unto foraging in the first place. It kind of affected her a little that she still pickles and stores the food in jars like a habit as if food might run out soon, although she is well off nowadays.

The things she would make would be lots of pickled veges, canned meat, violet sugars, rose jam, lilac or lavender syrup to put in lemonade or tea, some even for skincare like rosewater or elderflower water as a sort of toner for her face like sh3 had been doing since centuries ago when she was a kid when cosmetics weren't so great or affordable. Sometimes when she has time, she'll make her own effleurage for perfume.

Foraging has also gave her a secret hobby, which was seaweeding. In the victorian times ladies would go to the beach to collect seaweeds and press them in their books as collages or to make art out of them to pass time which Alice actually enjoyed that she still does it to this day. Amazingly though, this hobby turns out to have been important because now scientists use them to research how different the life at sea was compared to present days, encouraging Alice to continue to do so despite what others think.

Also because of her childhood where she had to fend for herself that she's very protective and gentle towards country children, it makes her so sad just to see an orphan with nothing that she'll immediately raise them. Not only that but she finds that she likes the company and concept of family so she ends up adopting or befriending countries like America and Portugal.

Instead of wanting to keep them as her colonies because of advantages, she keeps them under her care to help more countries be prepared for the worst and get to live a normal life so they wouldn't have to worry about fending for themselves or working early, before she starts to make them work for her to get the idea of how they'll live in the future until they ask for independence. Alice knows at some point they're going to leave because everyone deserves to be seen as their own like herself but she still feels sad as she still hopes there one day will be someone who is willing to be on her side, as much as it embarrasses herself.

One thing how she showed love to them was by making them things, sewing and crafting things specifically: as if to make up for the terrible food, she would sew toys, clothes and handkerchiefs for them. She even crafted toys, music boxes, junk journals with the flowers and plants she foraged like a family album. And while her colonies already have left, they still keep it because it's so cutely made and she managed to capture who they were like humans, instead of some country.

Now we all know she would be absolute crazily bad at cooking but apparently in a official manga strip himaruya drew, Arthur actually isn't bad at baking sweets like cakes which I think perfectly makes sense because british savoury foods are bland but the dessert they have like scones with clotted cream, lemon pound cake, victorian sponge cake, checkerboard biscuits are really nice.

So I say Alice is crap at cooking but is amazing with baking, her home would pretty much be a wonderland for kids. she always have cakes and biscuits in stock so she could have them with tea as a afternoon tea, a quick breakfast, to keep energized when blood sugar levels are low or for her colonies to snack on because she low-key kind of spoils them. But being a nurse and forager, her food may not taste nice anyway since she cooks with plants she foraged but at least they're still super healthy. She cooks meals best for sick people.

Dresses modestly, feminine and proper everyday and whenever. Often wears ballet flats or low heels for some practicality and comfort but during cold weather which is often in Britain, she wears lace up boots. It doesnt help that she's so scrawny that she feels a lot more cold than everyone else, that's why tights, coats, sweaters and cashmere are her fav. Anything floral with ribbons, tulle, velvet and frilly laces in mature calm colours are her style.

You'll never see her leave the house without a jewel brooch, handbag and a parasol. Her brooch and jewelry with a pendant may even secretly be solid perfume hidden inside, it's really handy! And if it's a rare sunny week, she'll wear the nice sundresses she's been saving for nice weather's like this and ends up surprising everyone how vibrant she looks as if she was supposed to dress this way. But alas, Alice might catch hypothermia if she wasn't bundled in a bunch of blankets.

Usually she likes to present herself to everyone as how she looks so she doesn't use makeup very often. Except sunscreen because she BURNS not tan, lip gloss in the natural light pink colour of her lips, rosy blush like a dool, perfume oil brushed into her hair so when she walks her hair trailing behind her will leave the room, smelling like an English garden,and shimmering body talc powder dusted over her body lightly with a swansdown puff to dazzle while appearing modest. In important events, she'll add gold shimmer to her hair as well.

According to Himaruya she is the type of person to say embarrassing things cooly so I imagine she has this elegant and confident air around her which feels low key intimidating, making it difficult for people to say something to her face, and that would make her more scarier than Arthur. I imagin4 her enemies feeling like pathetic little bugs when she looks down at them condescendingly as if they're immature kids.

Francine likes to flaunt and talk about beauty to Alice as a way to deliberately get in her nerves which always bothered Alice since she was a child because she never thought she looked that attractive but after years of finding who and what she wants to be when the concept that she was a literal country set in her head, she wanted to be someone who was pure to the cruel things of the world and loving despite everything as she's struggled to keep up with her duties and dreamt of living another life.

So instead of immediately getting pissed like Arthur she tries to counter-attack by keeping a straight face while cooly saying she's a creepy weirdo who's lazy because there's nothing better she can do despite being the older than her, implying she's childish, rude and dumb. Unless shes not in a good mood then she'll brutally pummel her. Not that getting a concussion would stop Francine anyway of getting a rise out of her as it was better than not seeing her fuming.

Thanks to Francine loving to rub petty things on her faces over the years Alice has gotten really good at shutting people down in arguments and while Alice doesn’t seem like Francine isn't bothered, the French woman totally is, it actually jabs a certain spot inside her.

But while they're rivals Alice still talks to her respectively and politely as a lady should do with class with still a little jabs here and there, and Francine doesn't hesitate to help her when she has any sort of trouble like needing a second opinion or understanding something since she's a sentimental one of the two. There's no other country they'd rival with, ever. And for enemies, they're banter is pretty playful. If it were with someone else, they'll destroy them.

Alice is a very busy person and even when she has time, she always finds there's something needs to be done like planting new flowers in her garden which is her most prized possession because it's wete she plants her own food and flowers. She also uses flowers as aromatherapy, using them in her homemade shampoo made out of poison ivy for scent, wearing them as a corsage or to decorate her home.

Speaking of scent, since she's pretty frail after end of work she carries smelling salts with her. They're usually scented with lavender, roses or lilies and she stores them in this antique bottle hung on her chantellaine or her bracelet which she's always used back then even when people had stopped using them.

As said before, she's super quick and likes to get things done which is super helpful when doing cleaning and service. But she'll still find herself with too many things to take care of despite only having two hands for two things at the same time, even though multitasking is her specialty. That's why she uses this old pretty chantellaine slipped onto the belt of the apron that carries her everyday things such as keys, smelling salts, switch knife for foraging, mini notebook disguised as a charm.....etc.

Well a lot of things she has are mostly vintage and antique stuff, and they're pretty neat. You'll look at a chair in her special library room where it's also a sun room so she can still get enough sun while reading indoors and think it's a normal chair but it's actually a metamorphic chair which can change into a step ladder to reach the books on shelves as well or you'll accidentally come across a secret compartment in a desk, even a secret door at the most random parts of her house. It could be passed of as a museum itself.

Amelia actually uses this fact to make fun of her for being old but low key kind of wishes she had a rich long history like her, especially being the country to have once been on top of the world. But other than that, Amelia secretly feels sorry for Alice because she knows of her rough life and the things she makes fun of her for are because of poor health and a rough life, like the tea she had thrown in the boston river--Alice was mad because it was a waste. Though she'll never admit it even if she wants to, she gets too embarrassed and end up laughing at her face that she's old again.

Probably not as fun as the other headcanons, but Alice would have been the royal families nanny and Princess Diana's number one supporter. And sure as hell make Camilla's life a living hell by making sure to feel less of a queen. While she took pride of still having a monarchy, she's contemplating on having a revolution like Francine now that her Queen is gone, she's still recovering. Amelia, ofc, laughs about that too.

#hetalia #nyo england #fem england #alice kirkland #nyotalia

6 notes · View notes

htfanimevocagirl02 · 21 days

Text

I realized I never posted these,,,, I love my wife (Amelia) and my wife (my friend as Alice) 💖

Nyo!Uk & PH: Narmayae (IG) / Sasha.jpg (FB)

#nyo england

155 notes · View notes

htfanimevocagirl02 · 21 days

Photo

@ask-the-all-american-monster

//Happeh Birthday Alfred, hope you like my present for you 8Dc

#usuk

125 notes · View notes

htfanimevocagirl02 · 21 days

Text

How amazing is this peice? I like to think this is a Usuk period drama moment, the moment the hero and heroine admit how they feel, whether nation or just as Alice and Alfred there is just so much emotion in this piece. The gentle blush on England’s cheeks, the way America looks at England so full of emotion, of wanting, the gentle way he’s taken her hand.

Again, this stunning work was made for me by @sunnysssol and I would really, really recommend them. The reason I haven’t posted them sooner is because I’m a little selfish, I just wanted to keep them to myself but art should be shared so here it is. There’s a hundred and one stories here and if you’d like to write a scene for them please do. There’s s hundred different ways this scene could play, I’ve written at least 10 different scenes from this moment.

Also it took me way too long to see the tiny love hearts aren’t they just the best touch? I adore them. There isn’t much us x fem!england art /stories and I love them so much. This piece is just so perfect I can’t really explain in a coherent way.

Also can I give the biggest, and most undying appreciation to Sunnysol who doesn’t even ship usuk but have been kind enough to make me art for them. It’s the kindest, sweetest thing and yes, I commissioned them but they could’ve just said no. I can’t explain how appreciative I am for that.

#usuk

76 notes · View notes

htfanimevocagirl02 · 21 days

Text

Happy (very late) Halloween part 2 🎃

[part 1]

#usuk

161 notes · View notes

htfanimevocagirl02 · 21 days

Text

Nyo!England ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

#nyo england

180 notes · View notes

htfanimevocagirl02 · 2 months

Note

Price brainrot go

Price w/ a breeding kink, but he actually knows what he's doing. Like he knows the most optimal ways to get a girl pregnant. Knows all the tricks from what he feeds his lil wife (and himself), to the best position. Is very much aware that a woman is most fertile right before an orgasm, so he makes her hold it until after he shoots his load, and keeps edging her for a few more minutes bc "it'll take better this way" and he just doesn't wanna leave anything to risk :)

SUPER smug when the test a week or so after is immediately positive lmao

(afab!reader, mdni 18+)

oh, price for SURE is someone who knows when you're ovulating. keeps track of it in his calendar so he knows when it's prime fucking time

you feel like he hits a little deeper than usual. it's probably the position that you're in where he's got your hips lifted up so you're nearly perpendicular to the bed. price holds your hips up so high that you don't need a pillow under your back. he grunts with exertion, you think from the way he's been holding you up for so long. in reality it's because he's fucking into you so hard that he aims to hit deeper.

needs to make sure that his tip is right against your cervix so he can flood that womb, paint your insides with his seed. he'll want to fuck you until he's sure that it takes. so you better know that you're in for it, would probably pull a couple orgasms out of him and even more out of you.

but just like you said, anon! he'll make you hold it in. shushes you when you're crying from how deep he hits, how hard he fucks you so your tits are bouncing so prettily. he's excited to see those get full too when they're nearly bursting with milk. takes a hand to slap one to watch it jiggle, kneads it like he's prepping it before it'll get swollen n full.

"shh, shh, love. i know you wanna cum. hold it in for me, jus' a little longer, alrigh'?" he grunts as he plows into you. "you cum when i say you can."

he's so selfish in the way he throws his head back and just keeps thrusting into you with no abandon. can feel yourself clenching around him so tight as he abuses that aching pussy with his cock. for the first time in a while it's him who is going to cum first, because he decides it so. isn't focused on you cumming in the slightest. wants the exact opposite. you think he's punishing you cruelly but he knows what's best! you'll thank him later, trust me.

folds you in half and squats over you so he can just plunge his cock into you up n down. loves seeing the way you spread out for him and how those pussylips spread around his girth. makes his dick twitch at the thought of pumping you full with his kids.

"yea? wanna give me a baby?" he growls out. "wanna get so pumped full of my seed that you feel it for days? hm?" oh, sweet girl. you don't know even the half of it.

you just throw your head back and unashamedly moan out when he fucks you. fucks you. you jolt when he suddenly cums into you without a proper warning. feel it so hot and sticky inside that you nearly cum yourself. but he slaps at your ass and stills his hips so you're left hanging. even though his dick is still inside it's not enough!

it's so unfair, so unfair, so unfair!!! you need him to keep fucking into you. just a little! and then you'll cum! please, please, please. you want it so bad. but he smirks down at you so evilly. waits for your pussy to stop squeezing him so tight so he knows that you've been taken away from yet another orgasm. he hushes your sobs by grinding deep into you. it stimulates you so much because you feel so full. the angle he holds your hips prevents it from leaking out properly, so him stirring his thick cock in your cunt is what pushes the cum in and out.

price just rolls his hips into yours without thrusting at all. just mixes his cock inside and stimulates that clit with his pelvis, the hairs on his happy trail scratching at it. he'll start thrusting again soon, he promises. will start fucking you again in a bit. but for now he needs to keep mixing his sticky cum inside your pussy. wants to hear how wet it is now that he's fucked it all sloppy.

"jus' take it like this. gotta push my cum in there to make more space for another load. you can take it, my pretty girl. gonna make you a mama. after that i'll let you cum as many times as ya want."

do not edit or reupload my works elsewhere (reblogs welcome!)

#Cod

5K notes · View notes

htfanimevocagirl02 · 2 months

Text

Task force 141 found out about your soft spots

Summary: You’re one of the members in the taskforce, and you’re one of the more quiet, self-reserved and stoic soldiers among them. They didn’t mind since they respected your personal space, but at some point, they saw just a glimpse of your rather different, softer side. a/n: I’ve had this idea in mind for a long time and just wanted to get this out there, English is not my main language so I apologize for any mistakes along the way! This is also my first fic so feedbacks are appreciated :] Tags: incorrect military terms/training, fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic, x gn!reader, reader's text is in purple Part 2 is out! PLEASE DO NOT RESHARE MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

Captain John Price

You were on a mission with Price in another city, stalking and trailing the target, when suddenly the target decided to take a turn and entered a cafe. With the captain’s signal, both of you followed and took a spot in one of the corners in the warm, bustling cafe. It was a perfect atmosphere; the cafe was not necessarily noisy, but the number of people and music were busy enough for you and your captain to stay hidden and blend in well. You kept a keen eye on the target, noticing that he was in the queue and, so far, not presenting any signs of danger or threats. The captain gave your foot a nudge as he diverted your attention to the young waitress beside the table that you didn’t notice. "Hi! What would you like to order?" The waitress spoke in the local language that you didn't understand, but you knew she was most likely trying to take an order with the way she held a small notepad and a pen. You gave a small nod as you glanced at Captain for a moment, who was also reading the menu. You do the same, only frowning slightly as you couldn't read anything as well, and because you wanted to get this over with, you randomly pointed at one item to the waitress as she smiled and jotted down your order.

When the waitress walked away, you followed the captain’s gaze on the target; it seemed that he was still in line. You're slightly confused but relieved that the target remains in sight. Not long after, the drinks ordered previously arrived, but your eyes remained fixated on the sketchy figure. It wasn't until the Captain cleared his throat that you broke your gaze and stared down at the table. You froze slightly at the sight before you.

You watched a little wiggle action of the foam on top of what you assume is coffee before you. Except it's not the normal flat latte art kind of foam, but a huge bear foam with a cute face drawn with chocolate. You blink once, then twice before releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding.

This is so cute!!

You thought to yourself internally as you felt yourself smiling, before realising the situation at hand as you snapped your head towards the captain, hoping he didn't see you, and to your relief, his eyes were still glued to the target. You take this opportunity to slowly take out your phone and take a quick picture of the drink before doing the same and observing the target again. As soon as you do, the target made its move and headed to the exit, which made the both of you follow promptly, seemed like he had a bag as well which was definitely not good news. You were a bit disappointed that you were not given the chance to try the cute drink, but you know you have a job to do, so you just hope that perhaps you can take a closer look again at the coffee later on your phone.

What you didn’t know was how the Captain noticed the change in your demeanour when you spotted the drink; he honestly wasn't expecting much from you, thinking you might just ignore it. But he saw from the corner of his eyes just how your eyes widen slightly, how they are shining when you realize what you ordered, and the way your cheeks had a shade of pink on it as you smile. He rarely gets to see you smile, and he found it endearing to think a cold soldier like you has a liking for cute things. He smiled internally as he noticed how you took the photo sneakily when you thought he wasn’t looking.

He made a mental note to bring you to a cafe he knows that have those famous latte art drinks after the mission, just to see you smile like that again.

John Soap MacTavish

The military base has decided to bring in military working dogs to aid in the next mission, which involves scouting and detection for drug detection at the port, where secret drug trafficking from a certain group of terrorists has been reported.

"Soap, you’re assigned to Max and Judy; you’ll have to talk to Sergeant Sam about the training," the Captain says as he walks through the compound. You noticed how Soap seemed to tense slightly as he clenched his jaw; you also noticed how his breath hitched as he stared at the two German shepherds standing on the sides of the dog handler; you knew he had a bad history with canines in general when you stumbled upon his journal once; and seeing how uncomfortable he was, you decided to step up for the job.

"Captain, can I do it instead?" The captain glanced back, his beard shifting as he thinks for a moment before nodding and giving you permission. Soap stared at you upon hearing your voice and gave you an apologetic yet grateful look as he breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Aye thanks… Let me know if yae ever need something from meh in the future."

He watched as you gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder as you nodded. Unbeknownst to him, you actually own a German Shepherd yourself, and you’re very much a dog person, and you’re excited to start the training with the military dogs. He stood on the side as you approached the two dogs, nodding along to the instructions given by Sam. As you bent down and extended your hand out, the two dogs gave a few sniffs before finally warming up to you, with their tails wagging as they circle your body. He’s impressed with how friendly you seem with animals, and you were natural with the dogs.

After the training, he went around looking for you as he held a bottle of ice-cold mineral water, hoping that he could give it to you since you were training heavily under the hot, blazing sun. As he turned a corner, right behind the shed, he heard a few barks. He softened his steps as he leant in and took a peek behind the wall, and he was glad he did.

Who’s a good boy? Yes, you are! Yes, you are! Come here! Oooh, such a big boy are you? You did such a great job with me just now~ oh! No wait wait- aH-!

He watched with a grin as he took in the image before him. You, giggling and rolling on the floor as the dogs lick and nuzzle your face and neck, having fun and relaxing with the dogs. He would almost forget that they were military dogs, and yet, with you? They looked domestic. On top of that, he has never heard you laugh or speak like this before; sure, you were using a baby voice and all as you cooed the dog, but he didn’t care because you have the softest yet brightest giggle, a stark contrast to your usual stoic self. He left after watching you for a while, smiling as he walked away to let you have your moments with the doggies. Next time, he’ll definitely want to join you in the training if it means getting to see this side of you more often.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

You groan as you sit on the passenger side as Gaz drives the Jeep. It was almost 9.30 pm as you were both ordered to buy a few furniture pieces, tables, and chairs specifically as an emergency thanks to Soap breaking them when he was messing around earlier.

"Why can’t we buy it tomorrow?"

Gaz asks as he, too, frowns and crosses his arms as a yawn escapes his mouth.

"We have a meeting with the other members from London tomorrow, and we can’t make them sit on the floor now, can we?"

Captain replied with a sigh as he frowned; he too was tired and annoyed with the situation, but he has a point. Gaz has asked you for help since the furniture needs to be carried, and you followed along (not without silently complaining).

The day has been terrible for you, it seems like bad luck was looming around your shoulders in every moment. Just this morning, you stubbed your toe and you couldn’t find your left sock, then sprained your shoulder slightly during the sparring session with Ghost. Not only that, the sandwiches that you always order for dinner were out of stock, so overall, you’re not having the best day. But who can you blame? You just decided to suck it up as you nod and follow Gaz.

After parking a spot in IKEA, both of you decided to split up to find the respective wood and parts of the tables and chairs that, thankfully, the details of them have been sent to you by the Captain, so that the process can be faster before the store closes for the night. You sigh as you place the last part of the table in the trolley, crossing off the last serial number and name. You walk towards the place that Gaz told you to meet up with before stopping when you walk past the kid's section.

There it is, in all its glory: Djungelskog and the other notable plushies in the corner. Truth be told, you actually own two Blåhaj (they're in your house) and a baby Blåhaj in the quarters. You’re a big fan of plushies, especially the ones from IKEA and Miniso. You just haven't saved up enough cash to bring the big brown bear home. You take a step, then another, inching closer to the tray, until you’re right in front of the bear. You glanced around to make sure no one is around before you gently pick up the bear, thankful that there weren't many people in the first place due to the late hour. Without a second thought, you gave in and squish your face into its tummy as you give a big sigh and hug it tightly, smiling to yourself as you feel the stress dissolving away. Something about burying yourself in the soft cushion of cotton is healing for you; it gives you a safe, warming feeling, and it reminds you of the comfort that you never got much of as a kid.

You gave it a few more squeezes before finally parting ways with the bear, softly nudging its nose a few times as you whispered softly:

I swear I’ll come and bring you home next time I come.

You smile and place the bear back in its original position, glancing at it one last time as you spot Gaz in the distance, then swiftly push the trolley towards him. Gaz pays for the parts, and both of you head to the car. You get ready in your seat and fasten the seatbelt before Gaz speaks up.

"Oh, I forgot something. Give me a sec"

You haven’t even had the chance to ask back as he bolted back into IKEA. What did he forget? All the parts have been bought, and the store is nearing its closing time as well, but whatever it is, you waited patiently.

Maybe it's because of the long day, but as you rested your head on the window, you dozed off while you were waiting and didn’t wake up until you heard the driver's side car door open.

"Sorry it took awhile, we’ll go back now"

You nod sleepily as you murmur. "What did you forget?"

"Oh, don't worry about it", Gaz replies as he presses the gas pedal and promptly drives back to the base. You didn’t question further; you figured he probably needed something himself.

You went straight to bed after dropping off the equipment for Soap and Ghost to handle, immediately passing out as you landed on the soft bed.

The next morning, you were getting ready for the day as you stretched, satisfied that at least the sleep last night was good enough. As you open the door, a soft material lands in your room with a soft “umph” sound, you immediately look down cautiously, and that's when you see it.

Djungelskog, with its head tilted to your side as its fluffy hand remains on its tummy, on your floor. You were confused, and frankly, you were not awake enough to fully comprehend what just happened. But once you connected the dots, you smiled to yourself as you lifted the bear up and hugged it.

You make sure to buy Gaz something next time as a thank you.

Simon Ghost Riley

The day was mundane; after a few gruelling missions, the task force had many reports to do. You’ve opted to do them in one of the empty meeting rooms; you liked doing work in these rooms more than facing the concrete wall of your own quarters. At least here, the table was wide and it was fairly quiet; sometimes Ghost will join you as he feels the same. You enjoy his presence because, unlike the rest of the group, he is one of the few people you like spending time with in silence. Today was no different.

The hours go by quickly with the room filled with nothing but paper shuffling and turning pages. You sigh as you place down your pen and give a big stretch, deciding to take a break as you stand and move towards the door. The big man himself also follows along; you don’t question it; you figured he might need a break too.

As you walked away from the room, you decided to go to the bathroom. You passed by the training hall as you overheard the Captain and Laswell talking over some topics for the upcoming mission, but something caught your attention.

"....My wife brought cheesecake; it's in the fridge…."

Your ears perked up to the sound of cake; you haven’t had any dessert recently, and you do like cheesecake. You make a mental note to take a trip to the mess hall after using the bathroom, hoping to have a slice yourself.

As you make your way to the fridge silently, you approach the kitchen and let out a soft sigh of relief when the place is empty. You slowly open the door of the fridge as you poke your head in and search for any sign of cake. You were about to give up when you couldn’t see any, but you jolted slightly when you felt a pat on your shoulder. You quickly turn around, only to be met by Ghost again, with a plate in his hand. As you look at the plate, which has a slice of cheesecake, your eyes blink with hope as you slowly glance back at him. He gives you a nod as he hands you the plate, and you nod back as well with a smile, happy and grateful that he saved you a slice. You take a seat at one of the stools and grab a fork as you eat the cheesecake happily. Ghost leaned against the counter opposite you as he makes himself a cup of coffee. He watched silently as your mood seems to improve. Earlier, he saw how you stopped in your tracks when you overheard the conversation, how your eyelashes fluttered, and how your steps grew lighter. He immediately went to the kitchen when you head to the bathroom and managed to pry one last slice of Soap before he finished them, hoping to save you a piece when you come by later. As you take the first few bites with your eyes closed, you give a hum of approval as your shoulders drop. It’s not like the cheesecake was extremely good, but you can tell from the texture that it was homemade. You miss baking yourself; the last time you did it was with a roommate before you joined the military. You missed those silly moments as you clumsily mixed the ingredients and argued with your friend to stop adding too much sugar into the batter, or the time your friend made fun of you for baking the hardest brownies that can break cement if thrown at them. You also tend to have favouritism towards home-cooked stuff, no matter who made it; you always liked how the food tends to taste just slightly better. Is it because of comfort? Or the memories that flood your mind when you take in the smell? You honestly don't know; maybe it's both. Or maybe you like the thoughts and love people put into the meals when they cook. You were so lost in thought that you didn't realise you were swinging your feet idly on the stool. The stool was slightly taller than the regular one, and your legs barely touched the floor.

Ghost finds the view a bit charming—to see you relax and content over a slice of cake. It's not that he is complaining; he just never really saw you this comfortable before. He observes you silently and takes note of how you like to munch on your right cheek more than the left, making it puffy. He chuckles to himself when you start swinging your legs too. He's glad that he managed to snatch the last piece of cake, and perhaps in the near future, he’ll bring you some cake to share with you.

•·················•·················•·················•·················•·················•·················• a/n: that's all! Let me know what you think!! like a part two or something, have a nice day/night! :>

#cod

6K notes · View notes

htfanimevocagirl02 · 2 months

Text

˗ˏˋcoddling ft. poly!tf141ˎˊ˗

꒰ঌa/n໒꒱ i can't stop, someone stop me jmvksnvjsvn

꒰warning(s)suggested polyship, fluff꒱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋrequests are openˎˊ˗

"Owwwchhh."

She whined, pouting as she fixated at the pad ofher index finger that was now embellished with a fresh papercut. Johnny chuckled as he gently took her small finger between his large ones and pressed it to his lips. Her lips twitched into a pleased smile as he continued to pepper her finger with kisses. The sound of Simon groaning sent her into a fit of giggles.

"Jealous much?" Johnny teased. Simon only shook his head and rolled his eyes at the mushy display of affection.

"Y'coddle 'er too much. All o'ya." He gestured to the rest of the boys before flipping the page of his book, The Code of the Warrior.

Kyle scoffed. "Y'mean us being sweet to our lass?"

Price crossed his arms, amused with Simon's blase approach on things. Always having a hardened exterior until [name] melted him like a popsicle on a hot pavement. "Aye, maybe y'should take a pointer or two from us."

Simon gave them all a deadpan look before returning back to his book. [name] narrowed her eyes at him before a devilish grin stretched across her lips.

"Si?"

"What?"

"Can you get me an orange?"

"Get y'r own bloody orange."

"Please."

"No."

She pouted at him and continued to stare him down until he felt her gaze burr holes into his brain. He sighed as he slipped a finger into his book to save his place and grabbed an orange from the fruitbowl in the kitchen. The boys surveyed the way Simon caved in so quickly to her request.

As he turned around to come back to his place on the couch, he realized that she was positioned next to the place he was sat at previously. She fluttered her eyelashes up at him with a cutesy smile when he plopped back down onto the cushion. He proceeded to hand it to her.

"Here."

"Can you peel it for me?" She urged. "Please."

He narrowed his eyes at her, feeling his temple twitching at her bratty behavior. He deeply inhaled as he quickly peeled the orange, the citrusy scent filling in the living room as he made a small pile of the peel on the coffee table beside them. He popped a slice into his mouth before handing it to her.

"Bloody hypocrite!" Johnny barked out a laugh.

"Jus' admit that y'enjoy coddlin' 'er too!" Kyle exclaimed, pointing at Simon who didn't seem to give two fucks that he had been caught redhanded.

He ignored their jeering and jesting as he played with the strands of her hair as she enjoyed the orange he peeled just for her. She giggled as she peeked over at Price who was looking at her in admiration, satisfied with the tactics she was implementing to bring Simon out of his shell while simulatenously getting a rise out of Kyle and Johnny.

He shook his head at her with a doting grin while mouthing, "Little minx."

#cod

1K notes · View notes

htfanimevocagirl02 · 2 months

Text

Just a little thought

Masterlist

Inspo

Thinking about reader entering the elevator to find the whole 141 fully dressed and armed inside. 💗

After a shitty day of work, everything seemed to go south today, your alarm didn't go off in the morning, you were stuck in traffic because of it, your boss screamed at you because you made it just a couple of minutes late, getting screamed at by customers, forgetting your lunch at home, just… everything horrible.

You just want to make it back home, order takeout from your favourite place, and go to bed early. When you park your car in the underground parking, you don't stop to think about how it seems like your car is the only one there.

Instead, you make your way to the elevator and push the button to take you up. Once it lights up, you close your eyes leaning on the wall next to the elevator door; and only when you hear the DING of the door opening, you force yourself to open your eyes expecting to see yourself in the mirror on the elevator.

Instead, inside of the elevator there are four uniformed and heavily armed men looking at you like you just grew a second pair of arms.

You stay looking at them, completely paralyzed, not feeling too bad about your shitty reaction time taking into consideration no one else is moving either.

And no one does until the door begins to close again and the man on your left puts his hand on it to stop it from closing.

“I thought we had cleared the building?” Said man asks the rest of them. But before he can get an answer an interphone-like interrupts him. “Watcher-1 to Bravo-6, why are you underground? The objective is on floor 6, get moving, we are running out of time.”

“Here Bravo-6, we came across a little setback. All fixed now, going up.” Says the man pressing a button on the little radio on his shoulder, and once he is done he extends his arms to grab yours and push you inside the elevator. “Guess you are coming with us, sweetheart. Can't risk it having the building falling on top of your pretty head.”

#Cod

2K notes · View notes

htfanimevocagirl02 · 2 months

Note

Hallo! could i have maybe hcs for 141 + Alejandro & könig with a female s/o who's into breeding kink?

A/n: Enjoy this late and very filthy Christmas gift!

Captain Price:

You couldn't keep your dirty secret any longer, not with the way he was mounted on you, his mouth working on leaving marks on your neck

Your words were meek and breathless but that didn't stop the sounds from reaching his ears.

His body went rigid and his eyes wide, he pulled away from your hold, his chest heaving heavily as he looked down at your embarrassing state.

You had your hands covering your face at your confession.

Price would make you repeat your words in a snarkish tone. A wide grin on his face as he pins your wrists above your head

"I...c-cum inside me...please."

Price would let out an obnoxious laugh before he starts to rail you again in a mating position.

You would wrap your legs around his waist, securing him and locking him into your pussy.

The first time he listened to your pleas and cummed inside of you was life-changing.

The feeling of your wet cunt greedily milking his balls of his cum made him rethink everything he knew about himself, maybe he had a breeding kink as well.

What made him feral the most was watching his cum pour out of your cunt, with a growl his cock was inside of you once again.

"Your loose cunt is wasting my seed, princess," his harsh words make you whimper. "Am I going to have to buy you a plug to keep my cum from spilling out?"

He teases you about your kink constantly

He'll let some snide remarks escape him, sometimes around his men that will leave you red.

Likes to see you begging and crying for his cum, to mount you and breed you like an animal

"Please daddy, I want your cum."

Expect him to constantly indulge your kink because his favorite thing to do is to stuff you full of his cum and stuff a plug inside of you

He can't help but feel prideful knowing you're running around the compound with a womb full of cum.

Ghost:

Ghost bullies you constantly for your kink

Snide remarks here and there, not caring for who hears because, at the end of the day, it's his cum that is stuffed inside of you.

The only verbal confirmation that lets you know that you aren't the only one with a breeding kink are the dirty phrases that he spits at you when he's pushing himself deep inside of you.

"Can't wait to you see round with my children."

"Take my babies, that's the only thing a slut like you is good for."

Seeing his cum inside of you makes him feral, it's his way of claiming your body

Loves to see you beg for his cum, if you don't he'll leave you before your orgasm hits, leaving you whining and sensitive. Probably says something harsh like, "Don't act like your the only slut that wouldn't kill to carry my kids."

Ghost doesn't play around, especially with a breeding kink it makes him territorial.

Constantly feeds into your breeding kink because of how easily jealous he can get.

Soap looks in your direction?

You are already bent over the table with his cum pouring down your thigh, his fingers trying to pump his cum back into you, berating you for wasting such precious seed.

Mean ghost takes it a step further and buys infant boy onesies and fuck you over them, growling into your ear to give him a baby boy.

Soap:

Soap will happily indulge in your kink

Will tease you about it in front of others, some sexual comments like "Wait until my bonnie tits start leaking milk, you won't see me eating any of that military shit."

Loves to cum inside of you because of how your pussy squeezes him dry.

Loves to take polaroids of your stuffed cunt, his cum oozing down your lips. Also has some polaroid selfies of himself eating his cum out of your cunt.

He may or may not show the others the polaroids he has, bragging how his lass loves to milk his balls and begs for his babies.

As much as he loves to breed you, he also deep down wishes you do get pregnant because he'll love to have a kid running around, a product of your love.

Soap loves it when you beg for his cum, to give him your babies.

When he fucking you, he likes to suck at your nipples, and nip at them. Loves it when you whimper and cry at his teasing, telling you he's preparing you for the baby.

Loves to breed you in the doggy position, which drives him feral.

A weird kink that he developed because of your breeding kink is seeing you dressed up in cow lingerie. Especially if you do end up getting pregnant and seeing your engorged breasts with milk spilling through the bra makes him absolutely feral.

Soap definitely has a mommy kink, calls you mommy when he breeds you.

Gaz:

You both accidentally learn you have breeding kinks

You both fuck raw

Although Gaz is diligent and always cautious, Gaz never wears condoms, too lost in the heat of the moment to even have the patience to find one and open it.

Both of you are just very horny people to care about the consequences and just go feral for each other.

It was bound to happen eventually, with how careless you both were during your love-making, it shouldn't have been a surprise when Gaz finally forgets to pull out.

Lost in the way your warm walls suck him in and squeeze around him so tight.

Your legs lock him in place, pressing his body closer to you, not leaving him any room to pull out, not like he would if he could. Your cunt was just too good to even think about pulling out.

Your eyes snap open at the feeling of warm liquid spurting inside of you. Your wide eyes meet the closed-eye euphoric expression on Gaz.

His breathing was heavy, and his eyes shut closed at the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing around his cock, milking him of his cum.

He stays inside of you, controlling his breathing before he finally opens his eyes and gives you a dopey smile.

"oops."

He pulls out slowly, his eyes mesmerized at the sight of his cum spilling out your wet folds, watching as the white fluid run down your thighs, his cock twitching to life again.

Seeing his cum pour out of you awakened something inside of Gaz. Primal urges seen in animals, he felt the need to continue to stuff you with his cum, claiming you as a mate to bear his children.

Your thighs twitch at the feeling of his cum spilling down your sensitive folds, the warm liquid burning you with a desire you've never felt before. The look Gaz was giving you confirmed you both wanted the same thing.

Eagerly plunging his cock into your pussy, fucking his cum back inside of you, his thrusts sloppy but full of lustful desire.

You both keep fucking until your cunt can't hold anymore of his cum. Until every thrust into your poor aching cunt has the cum spilling down the sides of his cock, piling on the sheets.

"That will knock you up real good, eh?" his laughter filled your ears as you swatted at his chest with a bashful look on your face.

Alejandro:

Alejandro is a very passionate and attentive lover so he had suspicions of the kink you had buried deep inside of you.

Every time he neared his orgasm and voiced it, he noticed the way your pussy tightened around his cock, your hands gripping onto him harder as if you tried to lock him in place, your way of silently pleading with him to cum inside of you.

After seeing you get along with his nieces and nephews, he was finally going to indulge your breeding kink he knew you had that you weren't aware that he knew. Maybe if he was lucky he'll knock you up and start a family of his own.

Something was different, your lovemaking was more passionate and feral. His thrust was full of vigor, and the tip of his cock felt like he was bruising the entrance of your womb.

"I'm gonna fuck my cum into you," he growled. His eyes didn't miss the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your cunt already greedily trying to milk his balls dry.

Chants of 'yes' spew from your mouth as you held onto him for dear life.

"Make you a mami" he sneered, his fingers bruising the skin on your stomach. "You'll look so beautiful with a round stomach, carrying mis ninos."

"Please!" you cried, his words fueling your kink. "I want your babies," you begged.

Spewing his cum deep into your cavern, he pulled out unaware you had squirted against him, his cum inside of you was enough to bring you over the edge and spew your juices onto him.

"Look at you full of cum," he teased, watching as your legs twitched at his rough hands gliding up to your cunt, "What a dirty perra." (Bitch)

Konig:

When you tell him about your kink, he is absolutely flustered.

Konig usually repeats what he is going to say over and over in his head, his words already decided and prepared with his raspy and rushed tone to voice them, but when you confess to him you want him to cum inside of you, until his cum is oozing out, and with a quiet whisper that you want his babies, words begin to start spewing from his mouth

His words come out stuttered, and his sentences are never complete before a new rush of thoughts starts to spill from his mouth.

"Are you-...b-breed?..inside of you???...my babies?" his voice quivering with each word.

You give him time to pace around, watching as his hands' clench and unclench rapidly, he stops at random intervals to look at you and the innocent smile on your face, your eyes eyeing the obvious bulge in his pants before he begins to pace around again, german phrases and curses rapidly leaving his lips in hushed screams.

After he somewhat calms down, he looks at you with hunger in his eyes, his eyes roaming your body. He'd gently push you down on the mattress and hover over your body, his cock rutting against your thigh. "Are you sure Liebling?"

"I want your babies," you whisper into his ear, teasing and further pushing him to insanity.

He's quick to start thrusting inside of you, your clothes ripped to shreds as his balls slap against your ass.

He'll growl into your ear, whisper how you will look beautiful with milk running down your breasts, the changes your body will face if your womb accepted his seed.

When he cums inside of you, he doesn't pull out right away, instead, he cherishes the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing him, milking him of every drop.

Pushes you to the side, his cock still inside, and snuggles with you, your pussy fluttering against his semi-hard cock.

Your back against his chest, his hands kneading your breasts, his mouth sucking at your neck and muttering praises against your skin.

He'll lazily thrust his hips when he thinks he can feel his cum spilling out of you.

Loves to keep his cock inside of you for as long as he can after he's done breeding you.

#cod

11K notes · View notes

htfanimevocagirl02 · 2 months

Note

hello, if you’re still taking requests may I please request domestic&fluff hc’s of alejandro and price,thank you<3

DOMESTIC COD CHARACTERS X GN!READER HEADCANONS alejandro, ghost, soap, price, valeria, rodolfo, könig, gaz

Thank you so much for the request, anon! I thought that it was such a good idea that most of the characters deserve to have a few paragraphs! I hope you will like it!

warnings: curse words and tooth-rotting fluff.

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

Lazy Sundays are a must. As much as he is a passionate man, who loves to go exploring—sometimes the warmth of the bed and you make him feel so lazy. That man will whine, protest and create chaos if you’ll refuse to stay with him in bed and do nothing. A planned lunch with friends? Cancel it. In need of groceries? You’ll get order something. Just stay in bed with him if you don’t want to be suffocated in his arms.

Loves to prepare food but likes it too spicy. You can handle spice—but that man could easily get on the Hot Ones and not even shed a tear. For him, the seasoning is chilli peppers. The way you have to watch him like a hawk and force him not to put more spice into the stew - your doctor is already concerned about your health after you ate some stew he made—you almost ended up in the ER.

Loves it when you prepare him food. Yes, it’s not enough spicy for him, but he admires the variety of cuisines you can make. He won’t admit it, but the ravioli you make with mushrooms are to die for.

He isn’t much of a sweets-eating guy, but an occasional muffin goes well with a cup of coffee. His favourite are the triple chocolate muffins and once he almost burnt his hands because he tried to take the trays out of oven without the mittens. Your look was enough to scold him without any words being said.

Enjoys cuddling way too much. If you two are spending the evening together and watching a movie, you better know there isn’t any personal space between you two. Just try to scoot away from him. That man will give you the most hurt look you have ever seen, ready to give you the most dramatic monologue in Spanish that you don’t like him. His love language is touch—please be kind enough to kiss his insecurities away.

Has a garden in the backyard. Absolutely loves to grow his own vegetables and loves it when you are helping him. It’s the most domestic thing he does with you and it always makes him feel better. It puts his mind off the horrors he has to deal with in his job and just focuses on nourishing and growing something. A plus side for you—that man works in the garden without his shirt. And maybe that’s the reason why you’re so eager to help him.

Always will make you a warm bath when you are stressed. He isn’t the type of guy to threaten to hurt someone for making you stressed. He will more likely make sure you will feel better—a warm bath, fuzzy socks, a cup of tea and a cupcake. When it’s hard - he’ll listen to you, knowing just when and what to say to make you feel understood and better.

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

That man is the definition of domestic. No mask around you, not a scent of gunpowder - nothing. When he is off the missions and with you - he is a different man. Not Lieutenant Ghost, but your Simon.

He really values quality time. Doing nothing with you, just being in the same room with you is relaxing. You couldn’t count how many times he has passed out into an hour-long nap just from how relaxed he was in your presence. He’d always wake up from a loud snore he’d produce, catching your giggle.

Not a very good cook, but he knows a few easy recipes that are divine. Somehow he manages to make an omelette so good that no other omelette compares—what the hell is he putting in there? In addition, he makes a hell of a good tea. It’s one of his love languages to just randomly get you a nice cup of tea without any words exchanged. Yet you know that the cup of warm liquid is his way of saying he loves you.

Loves working out with you. Especially after you two turned your garage into a working-out space. He was always very reserved and closed-up while working out because he usually did it among other soldiers, but with you it is fun! The way he puts you on his back when he is doing push-ups. The way he is looking at your ass without the care in the world when you are doing squats, just waiting to get his hands on your bum. When he’s working with you, he never wears a shirt—he loves seeing you getting distracted in your reps because he just flexed his muscles.

Enjoys reading anything. Some bullshit newspaper with dumb articles? He’s on it just so he could grumble like an old man that it was bullshit. Some gossip magazine you were reading? Hear him display annoyance over the Kardashian names. He loves reading Greek Mythology—it’s not complicated for him and he likes the way the hexameter flows in his mind. You could swear you heard him one night crying about Patroclus’ death, but you never mentioned it—

Big about back hugs. You making lunch? Back hug. You doing your skincare routine? His hands are around you and he is secretly waiting to be pampered as well. Only because of you he has a whole ass skincare routine because you were absolutely aghast once you heard that he washed his face a few times with dish soap.

Be sure that he loves cuddling. He’s very touch-starved and he needs reassurance about that. Can absolutely die when you kiss the top of his head or his forehead. Once, you scratched just the right spot on his scalp and you heard him purr—he gave you the look right there and then that if you’ll say a word - you’ll regret it. But you just continued scratching the spot and you confronted him later on—

Remember the way he loves taking naps? He loves napping with you even more! Especially when you are laying on him, already passed out. Once, he accidentally turned over in his sleep and squished you almost to death—it took quite some time for him to wake up and move away from you as you were just about to die. From then on, he’s always been a bit on guard while napping with you, but you always soothed him enough for him to drift off completely.

Not a fan of taking pictures, but you already have quite the collection in your drawer. Once you showed all of them, blabbering how perfect he looks and that was the first time you saw Simon flush. He was so overwhelmed with the compliments that he couldn’t handle them anymore. Grumbles and mumbles followed as he stormed out of the room and you were horribly sad that you didn’t have a camera back there to take a picture of his rosy cheeks.

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

Domestic Soap is a rare sight since he is quite the traveller and the chatter. He enjoys taking strolls with you, sightseeing, and travelling, but occasional evenings at home, doing nothing, are refreshing.

He loves to draw. He enjoys nothing more than sketching you when your attention is off to somewhere else - you always get too shy and too giddy when you notice that he is drawing you, so he does it secretly.

Once he gifted you a small sketchbook of sketches full of him and you. You started tearing up and he got seriously terrified—was he that bad at drawing? But once you clung onto his neck and expressed how talented he was, he was the one gulping down the tears. After that, you asked him to teach you how to draw—but then you quickly agreed that he should be the one sticking to it.

He is handy! Anything that needs to be fixed or changed will be done immediately. You don’t have to worry about flickering lights or getting new furniture since he can do it all himself! Yes, he does watch some tutorials on how to do something, but your garage is quickly filled with tons of tools and necessities for the household.

Shower time alone—what is that? You can be sure that once you even think about going to shower, that man will be already ready at the bathroom door. Once you were feeling too shy so you locked the door and he was whining like a lost puppy on the other side of the door. There was nothing more he loved than when you washed his Mohawk—even if he might seem like the 3in1 type of guy, he maintains a whole ass routine for his hair. You, taking care of it, means he trusts you.

Loves to watch reality shows with you. A little bit too invested in Too Hot To Handle, but he keeps on showing his concern when they keep breaking the rules. You always shut him up by asking if he’d manage to keep his hands off you, but he always says it is too different. And he boasts that his favourite couple always wins the money.

A big sucker for family celebrations. Can’t wait for Christmas or birthdays to gather with your or his family. He’s the type of person to make lame jokes around, but everyone loves him. He really is the star of any celebration except when it is another’s birthday. But most of it all, he loves to show you off to his family and friends. Can’t stop talking about you or giving you sweet looks. Couldn’t count on your fingers how many pictures you have where some aunty took a photo of you two—you laughing at his joke and him giving you heart eyes.

JOHN PRICE

Just like Simon, John is the definition of domestic as well. He loves having lazy mornings and lazy evenings as long as you are with him. If you tiptoe into the terrace while he is having his morning cigar and hug him from behind, that man will swoon instantly.

The one to bring you breakfast to your bed. He’s quite good at cooking and always surprises you with either an English Breakfast or something sweeter with a cup of tea of your liking. The presentation on the tray is always on spot—can do fabulous hearts on pancakes with Nutella.

Lets you take care of his beard. Now, listen—you see how well he takes care of his beard? It’s really important for him. You always eagerly help him to shave or to shape the beard, especially in the spots he can’t really see himself. There is just something about the way you sit on the bathroom counter, gently trimming his beard just the way he taught you.

Big on silly board games. Will absolutely crush you at Monopoly and Alias. Don’t even talk about any card games, because he might seem like he is an old man, but he quickly learns the rules and then no one can beat him. Every game night ends with you frowning and getting mad at him and him smugly saying that he will make it up to you.

Loves reading to you. Loves reading overall, but doesn’t spend much time doing so. That’s why, whenever you get on the couch into his arms with his book in your hand, he always smiles so widely that his cheeks start to burn. And when you admitted that his voice is the most pleasant thing you have ever heard—you can be sure that he will never deny your request to read for you out loud.

Big on dancing with you. Creating that cosy evening atmosphere when it is dark outside. When a stupid show is on the TV and he already goes to the Home Stereo and puts on some old, slow music, extending his hand to you. Either looking into your face or burying his nose into the crook of your neck while dancing—he just loves holding you close. Loves the way you giggle when he spins you around. Loves the way you wrap your arms around his neck and look him in the eyes.

Has a ridiculous amount of bucket hats. If it was up to him, he’d walk around the house you two share in them. But due to your protests, he only wears them outside. However, when you two are travelling and you put on his bucket hat to hide from the sunlight—that man is gone. Wherever you two are, you better hope your house or a hotel is close because he needs to show how much he loves you when you are wearing his hats.

VALERIA GARZA

It’s hard having Valeria over only for yourself. She is always not home. Always somewhere out there. Doing her business. Keeping you as far away from it as possible.

But some mornings, you would wake to find her all cuddled up to you—normally, Valeria would never admit that she loves cuddling up to you or being held by you. It was as if she always had to be on her guard, always to be superior and not show that she was quite fragile on the inside.

The way she would hum in pure ecstasy when you would pull her closer, gently stroke her hair because she knew well you won’t use the fact that she is without her guard against her.

You were the only person she shared her true smile with. No devilish grin, no mocking smiles—the first time you saw her truly smiling and her nose slightly scrunching - you were absolutely in heaven. You remember the way she absolutely demolished the pancakes you made one breakfast and the syrup was left around her mouth for you to kiss away. That’s when you received a smile from her and you knew it was only for you.

A big fan of your thighs. If you are sitting on the couch, watching TV, you better be sure that Valeria will lay her head on your thighs. You better put your hands to work and stroke her hair—make her time worth it.

Big on forehead kisses—there are countless forehead kisses you didn’t know about since she left in the middle of the night. She’d tuck you in, gently wrap herself away from your arms and kiss your forehead as if it was a butterfly’s touch. She’d admire you for a second—you were so beautiful.

Since she wasn’t home often, sometimes when she would come back - she’d find you waiting for her, drinking tea, doing some work on your laptop. She’d never specify when she is coming back, but it was as if you had a sixth sense for when she will come home. You better be sure that when she sees you late in the night, she will give you a kiss that will sweep you off your feet.

A whole different story is when you are sick. There wasn’t a time when you were sick and she wasn’t home. She was home all the time to take care of you. She’d spend restless nights just to make sure you were breathing and didn’t need something else. Your health was her priority - she couldn’t lose you.

At moments like these, she’d even show off her amazing cooking skills that only a sick state of you is allowed to see. She’d make you her grandmother’s stew which would make you feel better instantly, but you may or may not pretend to be sick just a tad bit longer so she would be beside you.

RODOLFO PARRA

This man does everything with you. He’s really big at doing chores together. Not only does he find that it’s far more efficient this way, but you two always make it far more fun than just swiping the dust—yes, the little dance breaks are a must.

Loves cooking with you. Anything really. Can be the sous-chef or can be the one giving you orders on what to do. It depends on which recipe you are making that day—if it’s yours, he will obey doing everything and if it’s his - he’ll let you do the easiest tasks because he doesn’t want to overwork you.

Definitely the golden retriever type of man so be prepared for his beautiful puppy eyes. He knows his power and he uses it against you. Just try to tell him no and face the way the consequences hit you on their own.

Always lets you have the last piece—I’m talking about anything. Last slice of pizza? It’s yours! Last piece of brownie? He’s already pushing it towards you. Last teabag of your favourite tea? Yours, yours and yours.

Really really big on hugs. Bear hugs precisely. Loves it when he can bury his nose into your neck and slightly squeeze you with his arms. The way your body fits in his always amazes him and he just can’t get enough of your warmth.

Always notices any changes you had. Went to the hairdresser? He will notice the one centimetre gone of your split ends. Changed your routine in makeup? Notices that you haven’t used that kind of eyeshadow before. Has all of the brands you used memorised and knows which product does what. Hell, he sometimes does your skincare or makeup for you.

Oddly good at handcrafting. If you are quite handsy with knitting, crocheting or sewing and you decide to show him how to do it, just know that he will quickly get the hang of it. He will even enjoy it and will never be ashamed to admit it. He thinks it’s amazing that you can create something with your hands and most of your gifts to each other quickly become something you two have made yourself.

KÖNIG

Domestic time with you means so much to him. Social anxiety can drain his energy and domestic time revives him. That doesn’t mean that you two don’t go out to have dinner or to watch a movie in the cinema, he just prefers to be home a bit more.

That man is a sucker for any romantic comedy. He will cry and laugh at any cliches and rewatch all of his favourite movies with you. If the couple is dancing in the rain, best know that he’s already looking at you with those eyes meaning that when it’ll rain - you two will be outside. Watching movies with you is relaxing - he knows you won’t judge the fact that he really isn’t into action or horror movies. His job puts him through enough. So romcom it is!

If you can sing or play any instrument, he’ll always listen to you do it. It’s very calming to him—hearing you practice, playing the chords wrong or hitting the wrong note always makes him smile. It feels refreshing to see you put your mind and soul into something so beautiful. Secretly, he takes some videos of you playing for him because he knows for sure that if you’d know he was filming you - you would stop playing.

Big on giving you massages. That man would do anything to get his hands on you, honestly… He enjoys the way you lean back to him when he gently kneads your shoulder blades. Please return the favor! If you want to put the giant man on his knees, a few gentle strokes down his back and he’s purring for you.

Really likes to colour with you those mandala colouring books. It might have seem silly at first, but you two are seated in the living room, only candlelight on the table as you two are colouring—one page for you and the other one for him. He always whines that he’s not able to choose the right colours, but always ends up with the most beautiful colour combinations making you rage out at him and poke his ribs. That man tends to doubt himself—praise him.

Likes to cocoon you into blankets and carry you around. No matter your protests, he will do whatever he pleases with you. Most of the time you just end up being placed on him during a movie, his lips buried at the top of your head and giving you small kisses.

If you take care of him of his fresh wounds, he will be very thankful for you. He never wants to make you worry, but with his size on the battlefield, he sometimes gets clumsy from the adrenaline overload. He appreciates how soft you are tending to him, placing kisses over scars and new bruises. Of course, after that, he receives a flick on his forehead from making you worry.

Big on asking random questions in the middle of the night. Just as you are about to fall asleep, comfortably wrapped in his arms, he’ll hit you with: “How many stomachs do cows have again?” The question makes you groan: “Four, my love, please sleep.” But that never shuts him up—then he will be concerned about the fact that you know the answer, and then he will google it and see some pictures that will traumatise him.

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

Loves to play video games with you. Yes, he is competitive most of the time, but if you are playing somewhere you two are in a team against others—you better know that he’ll protect you even in the game and praise you when you do a perfect headshot.

Despite him being a very outgoing partner, he sometimes needs quiet days. You know exactly when to give him his space and when to approach him with a cup of tea. He really appreciates the way you can read him as an open book.

Once you gifted him a huge set of Lego - Hogwarts edition and you saw his eyes sparkle like two shiny stars. He was seated all night putting it together and when he was finished, he was waking you up at four in the morning, getting you to the living room where the glory of his was standing. You swore you never have seen him smile like that.

Making sweets with him is quite frustrating. Because in 9 of 10 cases you end up with clothes dusted in flour or chocolate running down your nose—he’s playful. He’d do anything to make you squeal or laugh from the bottom of your heart. As an act of revenge, you always eat the last piece of cake you two have made together right in front of his face. Especially when he is already reaching for it.

Big on taking naps at a random time of the day—before going to sleep, he will kick up his legs on the coffee table and snooze out for ten minutes before joining you in bed. Likes it, even more, when you are the one to wake him up, but that ends up with you being on his lap, his lips peppering your body with small kisses while he is gently tickling you.

#Cod

227 notes · View notes

htfanimevocagirl02 · 2 months

Text

To be healed

Captain John Price x f!reader Part 2/5

This is part two of "To be injured". I recommend reading that one first otherwise some things in this one will not make much sense ;)

Summary: John is making good on his promise showing you that he wants to earn your trust and consent. Little by little he patches you up this time, leading to a lesson John ist just too eager to teach.

Warnings: SMUT! Minors, do not interact! This is not for you. Dirty talk, teasing, dry humping, kissing, intimacy issues due to sexual trauma, toothrotting fluff, sexual acts, little bit of angst

Masterlist

Wordcount: 4.557

(God, that GIF makes me go Brrrr)

It has been three weeks since John and you decided to try how far you would come together. He spent quite some time at your apartment. You cooked for him (turns out he loved cooking but was horrible at it), you read together in comfortable silence or you played your favourite game while he watched and gnawed your ear off with questions. You loved it. He was genuinely interested in the games and just seemed to like how you reacted to them.

Each night however he respectfully stood up from your couch and said goodbye to you at your door. And with each night you felt like it became harder and harder to let him go. It was astounding to you how quickly you got used to his firm body next to yours on the couch. His gentle fingers raking absentmindedly over your skin while you read, your back pressed against his chest. How his steely thigh pressed against yours when he leaned onto his knees, concentrating hard on your gameplay process and loudly voicing his discontent when you got attacked, making you laugh uncontrollably. The way he bumped his shoulder or hip into you playfully because you made fun of his terrible chopping skills.

One evening while putting the dishes away (He had left no crumbs as per usual. That man could EAT), he reached over and stroked a finger slowly across your cheek. You nearly dropped the dish towel but soon smiled and turned to him. Towel long forgotten on the counter. His hand encased your cheek and he ever so lightly pulled. You stepped into his space willingly and he squinted at you amused. Rolling your eyes sarcastically you stood on your tip toes and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. He grinned mischievously when you parted from him. “Very good” he said amused. “You make it easy” you giggled. A light dusting of pink adorned his cheeks at that and he huffed. “Yeah, if you say so, little one.” Humming contently, your arms wound themselves around his waist. One of your favourite things to do as you found out. He fit so perfectly in your arms it was almost too good to be true. But it was. The fond and affectionate way he was gazing down at you left no doubt. “Need your help with somethin´” he whispered. You nodded, smiling widely. You knew what he meant. He always used that phrase when he asked you to take a look at the wound on his back. The one you stitched up. The one that started it all. And as always you just said “Shirt” and tucket at the hem.

Though getting used to his vernacular, you were sure you would never get used to the effect he had on you shirtless. You felt the heat creep over your skin as he pulled the shirt over his head by the collar in his neck. Setting it down onto the island he looked at you, again as always a little sheepishly. You turned to your cupboard and produced the little medkit that John had given you. He was quite concerned when he found out that you didn’t even have bandaids at home. The next day he came over and insisted you accept the first aid kit he assembled for you. “It´s important, love. You never know when you might need it.”

He had a little smug look on his face when he turned around. You carefully removed the adhesive plaster and inspected the wound. It healed very nicely. “I think we can forego the plaster” you said happily. “It´s completely closed now.” You felt him twitch a little when you first touched his freshly healed skin to clean it. You thought he was still sensitive but then again, he didn’t twitch like that when you quite literally poured disinfectant on the open gash when it was completely open. Cleaning didn’t take any time and by the time you slowly massaged an ointment into his skin you could feel him shiver. The confidence this man had given you in the last couple of weeks suddenly gripped you like a vice and you marvelled in it. So you did something you hadn’t done yet in his presence. You took initiative.

Until now, it was always him that pulled you or leaned in first. This time, when you pressed your fingers into his skin a little more forcefully, you felt him leaning into your touch. You let your hands wander all over his back, his shoulders, the backs of his arms down to his lower back. Your hands were shaking only a little bit when you rested them at his sides and slowly let them wonder towards his front. Leaning closer you pressed your upper body to his and hugged him around his waist. You could feel his laboured breathing. This was the most skin to skin contact you have had yet and you absolutely lived for it. He was so warm and soft and freckly, his skin smelled like nothing you had ever smelled before and it was addicting. Rubbing your nose between his shoulder blades you felt him heaving a big breath. His chest expanded quite a bit. “You okey, little one?” he asked in a hushed voice while moving his hands over yours and squeezed them closer onto his abdomen. You nodded against his back but remembered quickly what his next words would probably be. “Yes” you said, hearing him chuckle. “Yeah I´m good” you nuzzled your cheek between his massive shoulder blades. You stood there for a while cuddling, breathing each other in and feeling each other’s heartbeats. But suddenly, it didn’t feel like enough.

You detached from him quickly and with a very worried expression he turned around. “___, is ev-” he only had time to say your name before you threw your arms around his neck and clung almost desperately to him. Not questioning your motives he grunted from the impact, grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you onto the island behind him in a smooth swoop. “Legs around me” he growled and gently guided them around his waist. “Hold onto me, it´s okey, love. Hold on” You tried to grab as much warm skin as you could while burying your face into his neck, a little whimper leaving your lips. It was the most comforting feeling you have had in years and you were terrified it would end too soon. That he would deprive you of it the moment he found out how much you loved it. “Shhh. It´s all right. I´m here, ´m not goin´ anywhere, I promise.” His voice was soothing, deep and rich while his arms pressed you impossibly closer to him. One hand reassuringly stroking over your hair and neck. Gently he rocked you back and forth a bit and waited for you to calm down. “´M here because I want to, you hear me?” he whispered into your hairline. “´M here because I said I want your trust an´ everythin´ that comes with it. ´M not leaving,___” he breathed heavily through his nose while you almost ripped the skin of his back with your fingernails. Calming, sweet nothings left his lips while you calmed down. No tears were shed this time but the fear of abandonment was still lodged into your flesh. Knowing he was there, holding you close with no expectation of sex and yet no intention of leaving, helped your beating heart immensely.

You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked into his gorgeous eyes. He had a serious expression on his face when he lifted his hands and framed your face. “I´m fine, John. I´m okey now” you said with a reassuring smile which he returned as soon as he saw that you were telling the truth. Your bodies still close to one another you leaned in, waiting if he´d pull back. He didn’t, so you kissed him softly but with enough pressure so he knew you wouldn’t pull back any time soon. And you didn’t. Feeling his heartbeat underneath your palm going absolutely ballistic, you moved your lips with his with more and more passion. Changing from slow open mothed kisses to small little pecks. “Christ, woman” he breathed when you detached from him for a second. “Feel free to do that whenever you funkin´ want. Don´t have to ask just…Bloody Jesus, wake me from my deepest sleep if you have to.” He sounded breathless and even a little whiny. Your core clenching deliciously at the sound. Holy…

You giggled and sank your fingers into his thick brown hair, scratching his scalp. He leaned his head back into your hands, exposing his throat, grinning like a mad man and releasing a borderline sinful moan that made you break out in a sweat immediately. Still grinning he said “Love seeing you this way. So confident. So you. Sexy as all hell.” You smiled again when you lips descended to his throat and started nibbling. Little grunts and heavy breathing filled your ears, spiralling your own excitement higher and higher. There was no pressure, just feeling. There was no force, no hurry, no `let´s get this over with`. There was only him and you. His beard scratching your lips slightly as you trailed them up and down his jaw. His warm hands wandering along your sides while your legs were still locked around his torso. His deep, scratchy voice telling you how much he loved what you were doing. When your lips finally found his again he was a panting mess, immediately grabbing your face and leaning over you until your back nearly touched the island on which you were still perched.

A little whine escaped you and he suddenly seemed to remember where you were. He chuckled and straightened up again with you. He had a peculiar look on his face. One you couldn’t quite decipher yet. But one thing was sure. You loved it that he looked at you with that expression. It was wonderous and calm. Happy. “You want to take this to the couch?” you asked with a sly grin. His eyes shot open. “You sure, little one?” You nodded. “Very much. Want to be closer” you said dreamily. John seemed thunderstruck but slowly nodded his head. Without any type of effort, he moved from the island with you still clinging to him, rounding it and sitting down on your couch. “I´ll only go as far as you allow me” he said earnestly.

Your heart melted for this beautiful bear of a man. “I know” you said happily and started kissing him again. It was like your entire body was singing, buzzing and vibrating. Soon you weren´t just making out with him in his lap, your hands started wandering again. You trailed your fingertips over his sculpted chest and through the coarse hair. With a appreciative groan John took one more step and darted out the tip of his tongue, carefully liking your lip. A bolt of electricity went straight to your core and you could feel the wetness gathering in your panties. Without thinking twice about it you opened your mouth to him. It was like a floodgate was opened in your mind. All the possibilities on how to please him and yourself came rushing back to you, giving you a feeling of pure bliss. So many different things you wanted to do to him without the outcome always being immediate intercourse. The fun of exploring a man like him came back. First thing you realised: He fucking loved tangling his tongue with yours. Your lips were already a little swollen and red from his beard but the moment his tongue glided over yours, you would have sold every item you owned just to make him do it again. You didn’t even have to ask.

With a whispered “shit” against your lips he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you like a man starved. Maybe he was. You grabbed his neck as well and pushed his chest back with the other. Keeping the kiss going he leaned back fully into your couch and you got comfortable on his lap. How comfortable he was, you felt only a few moments after. Your hand wandering from his chest down over his stomach. The muscles clenching under your touch he carefully bit your lip. Releasing a sharp breath you chuckled and moved your hand again. With a click of his tongue he got hold of your hips in a vice like grip and pushed them forward towards his own. There it was. A low whining sound came from you when you felt his bulge rubbing insistently over your centre. Keeping your hips right there he started whispering. “Doin´ so good, my little minx. Bloody hell you feel so good. So soft, s´ all for me, yea?” You whined and nodded your head as he began nuzzling your neck. He chuckled darkly. “That´s it, little one. Move as much as you like. Ughn…like that. Jesus, I love it when you do that. Come on, sweet thing. Use me.” A long moan left your lips at that and you fully started to move your hips now. Back and forth your most sensitive area brushed against the material of his cargo pants.

John guided your movements more than he controlled them. Mesmerised he looked up at you, at your exposed throat while your head was leaned back, your heaving chest and moving hips. It took almost everything in him not to buck his hips. Wait, he told himself. Wait. His head was reeling and the erection in his pants almost uncomfortable. But he would be damned if he did anything more than you were comfortable with. Also, feeling your hot core being pressed rhythmically over his dick again and again gave him a sort of satisfaction he had almost forgotten. These feelings he had for you were something he had to sort out even before talking to you in the first place. They hit him like a ton of bricks the moment he first heard your sweet voice while you were on the phone, giving him a shy wave as you brought the last of your moving boxes into your apartment.

Completely flabbergasted of how his body was reacting to you he had dived into his own apartment and took several deep breaths after closing the door quickly. After that, the conversations he has had with you were highlights of his day as well as terrifying. Each one brought a new wave of affection towards you but at the same time the overwhelming urge to see you happy and safe under any circumstances. It was just in his blood, though he had never felt his sense of duty so heavily directed onto one person only before. And that made him nervous. Attraction, he knew. Raw, unfiltered need. Directed towards one person, for one night. Take the edge off, move on. Thinking about only taking the edge off with you almost made him sick. Fuck, no. No, you weren’t for one night. You were worth a lifetime of nights. Fully aware of what he just admitted to himself, he let himself fall into the moment.

He felt your hand move lower towards the button of his pants and hissed. You looked at him again, grinning and loving the way the flush on his face stretched down his neck and into his chest hair. You leaned closer to his face, lowering yourself onto his chest. While kissing his collarbone you again started to move your hips, faster this time. Moans and whispered praises filled the air as the both of you found a sensual rhythm. When you fingers brushed one of his nipples and a high pitched whine left his lips, you could feel his erection jump against your core. With a hazy mind you straightened up again looking at his completely blissed out face. Swollen lips, glossed over eyes, grabbing hands. More, you needed to feel more. So you did the next logical thing. Moving quickly and only hearing his breath stutter when he started moaning, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. Letting it fall next to you on the ground you could see the concentration return toJohn´s eyes. Having foregone your bra for the sake of comfort you were as bare to him as he was to you.

You could see where his eyes were trained, how he licked his lips, how he pushed himself into a more upright position. “God fuckin´ damn it, love. How are you this perfect, huh? Can I? Please…” he breathed looking directly at your chest. You shivered in his strong hold but breathily managed to say “Yes, John. Gods, please”…He didn’t hesitate. The moment his lips closed around one of your nipples while his hand held your other tit gently, you threw your head back and knew, you were utterly and completely at this mans mercy now and for once, that didn’t scare the shit out of you or made you want to run away. On the contrary. You pushed your chest closer to his mouth and he moaned against our nipple. “You taste incredible, little one. So funkin´ good for me. Move again, please. Please move.” You did without thinking. Moving your hips again you felt his push upwards with every stroke, eliciting little shocks of pure ecstasy throughout your whole body. Your skin felt like it was on fire when John began so move his hands all over your chest, switching his mouth to the other nipple. His tongue darted out and played with the hardened nub. Clenching around nothing, a new wave of arousal seeped into your pants and a slight sob escaped your lips. Immediately Johns eyes were trained on you, stopping everything. Whining when he stopped playing with your nipples and still moving your body above his, he got the hint and hummed his satisfaction before diving in again, licking his way down to your nipples.

Higher and higher the both of you spiralled and move after move, push after push you got closer to what you felt would be one of the most devastating orgasms of your life. “J-John” you hickuped trying to warn him. “John, I´m gonna…” “I know” he panted in an unusual high pitched voice. “I know, my love. ´M close as well. You can do it. ´M right there. Bloody…please, do it. Argh…fuck, yes” his grip around your waist became stronger when he began to push his hips up into you more forcefully. A sharp yell escaped you when his clothed dick perfectly bumped against your clit again and again with devastating precision. “John, fuck! There…it´s so good. Please, I´m almost there. Ah, ah!” He growled into your collarbone and bit down on it. That sent you tumbling over the sweet edge he pushed you towards. Clamping down violently, white hot pleasure shot through your spine up to your head and practically made you blind.

Not being able to make a sound anymore, you shivered in his arms, head thrown back, mouth open and struggling to take in air. John was under your spell. He was sure he had never in his life seen anything more beautiful than you struggling to breath because the pleasure he gave you made it difficult. He halted his own pleasure for a moment though it almost physically hurt, just to watch you and whispering to you. “So beautiful. You are so damn beautiful, love. All this shivering for me? That´s it, little one. It´s all right, I´m here. Doin´ so good.” He stroked your panting chest, pressing open mouthed, wet kisses along your neck towards your lips. Calming down somehow you leaned in and although you were still in need for more air, kissed him like your life depended on it. Wet sounds filled with little moans were the only thing you heard for a solid minute. His kiss deliberate and calming, a bit sloppy but utter perfection.

You were still in a blissed out haze but realised, “John,” you whined. He pulled you closer, gently placing his forehead to yours. “What is it? Are you all right?” You nodded and bit your lip. “You didn´t…why´d you stop? Don´t you want to…?” He sighed with a smile. “Awww, little bird. I couldn´t help myself. You looked so perfect when you came for me. I needed my focus on you, my love.” You couldn’t just let him hang like this. Gathering more clear thoughts you rolled your hips against him once more seeing him hiss and close is eyes shut. His hands immediately found their home on your hips again and guided you towards his favourite rhythm. Holding eye contact he began to breath heavily through his nose again. Holding onto his chest you let your hands wander towards his nipples. Brushing one carefully you watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and a strangled sound came from his throat. His eyes were such a dark blue colour, they looked like the deepest of seas. They shone up at you in a challenging manner as you further increased the rhythm of your hips. His gorgeous lips parted and his tongue darted out to wet them for a second.

Raking your nails over both his nipples at the same time you felt his dick jump again and knew it was any moment now. “___,” he panted. “___, fuck! ´M about to come. Is that okey, hmm? Can you tell me, baby?” His eyes almost lost focus when you grinned and leaned down so your noses almost touched. While still playing with his nipples lightly you whispered, “It´s okey, John. More than okey. You can come. Will you? For me, please? I want it.” With that you tweaked one nipple and it happened instantly. With a loud shout he pushed his hips upwards, nearly knocking you off of him. His vice like grip prevented that from happening tough. “Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” Still moving his hips he threw his head back onto the back of the couch. The veins in his neck standing out while his chest expanded with every heavy breath he took. Four, five thrusts of his hips later he stilled. Eyes still closed, his grip loosening a bit. You admired his handsome features in detail, leaning over him and carefully kissing his face with featherlight touches of your lips.

He opened his eyes to look at you. You found nothing but pure bliss and adoration in them as he lifted his hand to your face, stroking his knuckles gently over your temple and down your cheek. Leaning into his touch you smiled lovingly at him and descended to kiss him fully on the mouth. He hummed in response and moved his lips with yours in the same sated, lazy manner. “You did amazing, love” he said dreamily. Giggling you leaned your head against his and felt his chest vibrate with his own laugh. “I have the best, most patient mentor in the world” you said. He hummed and began to stroke your bare back with his calloused fingertips. Relaxing completely, you sank lower to lay down on his chest.

Listening to his strong, calming heartbeat, suddenly you felt the rhythmic vibration of a phone call. “You´ve got to be fuckin´ jokin´” you heard John curse under his breath as he fished the small flip phone from his back pocket. When you tried to get up to give him some privacy, a very insistent hand pressed your head back onto his chest while you giggled. He answered in a deep, quick and professional voice. A voice that did not tolerate any type of unnecessary fuckery.

“Price! Yeah, Laswell?” Silence.

“Yes. When?” Silence.

“Understood” He hung up.

The phone fell to the couch to his side and his other hand moved to rake down his face while the other still played with your hair. “Do you need to leave?” you asked. He would tell you if your questions were unwelcome. You felt him sigh and a quiet “Yeah. Tomorrow” left his lips. You felt your heart sinking but also a deep connection to the man who made you feel so incredibly wanted. You would wait until he came back, for as long as you needed to. Just to feel him kiss you again one more time, touch you one more time. “It´s just a reckie tough. I´ll be back in a three days max. But,” he sighed again. “A reckie always follows a mission. I don´t know when-“

“I know, John. I can imagine” you said while playing with his chest hair. “I´ll wait.” You heard his heart stutter in his chest underneath your ear. Getting up you looked at him and found him staring at you almost disbelievingly. His blue eyes returned to their intense light blue colour and they shone with gratitude and something else you couldn’t lay your finger on. “Let me wait for you, please. You are…you´re wanted as well, John” you said with all the conviction you had in your body. He opened and closed his mouth several times before he just shook his head disbelievingly and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Closing your eyes you let the feeling of his lips and tongue wash over you, making you comfortably numb. Tasting you he languidly stroked his tongue over yours, playfully nipping on your bottom lip and sighing contently. Your head was swimming, you heart drumming away and happiness made its way into every cell of your body.

“Stay here tonight” you pleaded softly against his lips. “Stay here with me.” He nodded instantly. “Yeah, love. Of course.” You smiled and brushed your nose with his affectionately. “Just need to get to my apartment for a sec” he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. When you looked at him questioningly he chuckled. “You kind of made a mess of me and I need fresh boxers. Otherwise I´m not getting in your bed.” You snorted a laugh but nodded. “Yeah, erm…same here. I should clean up a bit as well.” He growled proudly deep inside his chest and squeezed you one more time. “Well then, up with you” he said and tapped your ass sharply. With a grin and a yelp you stood, although still reluctantly. He grinned as well and pulled you in by your waist once more. Happily you looked up at him. “Give me 3 minutes” he said and kissed the tip of your nose. Nodding you watched as we collected his shirt from the kitchen und walked out the door.

All clean and with fresh clothes he slid into your bed as if he had always belonged there. And it truly felt like it. Turning on his back he pulled you to his side. With a content sigh you rested your arm across his stomach and your head on his meaty shoulder. One leg thrown over his he chuckled when you pressed yourself as close to him as you could. “Little barnacle” he said in a sweet voice. You pressed your head to his neck and kissed his pulse point before relaxing and drifting off into a heavy sleep. “Thank you, darlin´” you heard him whisper into your hairline just as the heaviness of sleep dragged you under. Both of you drifting off with a smile.

________________________________________________________

Party 3 anyone? Maybe? ;)

As always thank you very much for reading. Please feel free to intercact with this post. Comments, likes and reposts are apreciated. Thank you, my lovelies <3

@mando-amando

@queenpinesofdomino

I don´t know if you wanted to be tagged but you reblogged the first part with some nice comments so I thought you might want to know about part 2. If you do not want to be tagged, please let me know and I will remove your @.

If anyone else wants to be tagged, please let me know :)

#Cod

507 notes · View notes