Cod: mw ii characters as type of kisses (pt. 1)
Pairing: gender neutral reader / kyle "gaz" garrick, phillip graves, john "soap" mactavish, john price
Warnings: slightly suggestive themes, other than that just fluff
A/N: this work was inspired by some posts I have seen years ago, but unfortunately I couldn't find the original sources anymore :(
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - "in the moment kiss"
Maybe you were arguing about something, or talking about another niche topic for the fifth time that day; either way, you looked way too alluring not to kiss.
"I just don't get it you know? Why would they name the fruit pineapple?"
It was just another day he spent at home with you between missions, enjoying the quality time you two could share together. As usual, you've been going off about the mentioned topic for a few minutes now, trying to prove your point to him about how it made no sense to call the fruit pineapple — naturally, you were sure your opinion was correct on the matter.
So utterly absorbed in your own thoughts, gesturing with your hands and all, you didn't realize how your boyfriend was staring at you the whole time. Gaz always looked at you like you hung the stars above, enhancing the night sky with them — you did, if he was to answer. His gaze was burning in the best way possible, filling you with warmth whenever he set his sight on you. You weren't sure if he knew the effect he had on you, but judging by his smirk sometimes, it was likely.
Within a few seconds after your question, your rambling got swiftly interrupted by a palm on your cheek, gently turning your head towards his direction. Before you could say anything about it — protest, most likely — warm lips pushed onto yours, effectively cutting off the train of thought you were riding. You made a confused noise somewhere in the back of your throat, not having anticipated the motion, but it turned into a content sigh as you soon melted into the kiss — just like every time your mouths connected and you got lost in everything that was him.
Gaz kissed like you were a treasure to cherish, like he was afraid that if he stopped touching you, you'd never let him close again. He was passionate, eager, pressing into you like he wanted to stay in your embrace forever. Somehow, he never failed to stay considerate even during times like this; when his hands anchored you to his front, grabbing hold of your waist and neck to keep you in place, bodies so close to each other you could feel his heartbeat against your own chest.
All the same, when you only just seperated for air, he chased after your lips, craving more physical contact. Always more, more, more. It was like he was drawn to you, as if you were the siren luring him into the waters with your ethereal beauty. He never got enough of you.
When he leaned in for yet another kiss, you put a hand on his chest, only slightly applying pressure, knowing it would still get the message across about needing oxygen back in your lungs.
It was him initiating the kisses in the first place, yet he sounded so out of breath, like he hadn't taken a lungful in years. Even now, he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he has ever seen or held in his arms. It took your breath away too, no matter how long you've been together.
Safe to say, the topic of pineapples was long forgotten by the time he finally let go of you — although not for long.
Phillip Graves - "unbreakable kiss"
You shouldn't have been doing what you were, both of you knew. And yet, you couldn't find it in yourself to break things off, especially when he whispered so sweetly in your ear every time you gave him the chance to do so.
The corridors leading through the base were non-stop busy, Shadows and oftentimes Officials roaming them during the day. It was only expected, for a facility with such a high importance couldn't have gone unmonitored, no matter the hour. Thankfully, you had a little secret up your sleeve to avoid the passage of people, one that someone else also liked to get advantage of.
Tucked into one of the rarely visited corridors — only used for supply closets — your figure stood overshadowed by a taller, more defined body. If someone was to walk by, they would surely be shocked, seeing the easily recognizable blond locks tussled, free of the usual hair gel that kept them in place. They seemed longer now, almost like they were hidden all these time from the prying eyes of others. The knowledge that you were the only one seeing him like this made your chest ache, yearn with emotions you were too afraid to think about for too long.
No one visited these hidden, out of place corridors only during cleaning shifts, meaning you weren't afraid of anyone walking on you doing what was definitely forbidden, or the very least heavily downlooked.
You had no time to deeply think about such things like being discovered though, not when his teeth kept biting down, giving a welcomed stinging feeling to your already swollen lips.
"Can't get enough of you baby."
Graves liked to flatter, to see you fall apart under him slowly. He was a master of playing his cards right, knowing exactly how to push and where. The knowledge that you would have to get back to work after he was done with you made his blood run hot and a dangerous heat coil in his abdomen. Just thinking about the possibility of someone discovering you two, realizing what he was doing to you, making you feel was enough to drive him crazy.
You really should have expected to be met with a cocky smirk, his lips curling into a mocking smile. It was only usual from him, after all.
"Why would I do that, when you give up so easily anyways."
You wanted to retort, you really did, but he cut your thoughts short with a knee between your legs and a warm palm against your throat. Not gripping or pushing, never outside of his room, just keeping it planted there. As if he was commanding "Still". Who were you to resist?
Sometimes you hated yourself for obeying so easily. You yielded too fast, you knew. Yet, there wasn't enough strength in you to stop him, not when his touch made you feel things no one else was able to.
John "Soap" MacTavish - "distracting kiss"
It didn't matter how many times he did the same thing, you never failed to subtly lose and let him have the win, even if you saw his plan from miles away. You liked to see him happy and if it cost losing a game, you were more than content to let him have the victory.
It wasn't unusual for Soap to try to sabotage you while racing or competing for something. He was prone to mischief and thanks to his competitive nature, games often felt much more high-skate than they were supposed to. You didn't mind that too much though, it was always fun playing something with or against him.
This particular afternoon you two decided to play Mario Kart, getting the idea from an advertisement you heard a few hours prior. After every task was completed for the day, both of your afternoons were free of any other chores, leaving you with a few spare hours to spend. Neither of you owned many games, but luckily Soap managed to get his hands on some stuff — sorry Gaz — so now you were able to play.
Some friendly banter and a few rounds later, the score on the monitor showed how you were a point ahead of him. He thought that just wouldn't do, the little voice in his head egging him on to win against you. So naturally, he came up with a plan that was guaranteed to reap him the victory. He knew it always worked, no matter how many times he had used it on you — not suspecting that maybe that was because you let him get away with it.
When the sound of the next game starting alerted you to focus on the screen, Soap waited for you to get immersed in the race. When your whole attention was on the TV, he put his controller down and leaned over to put a big kiss on your cheek. He didn't stop there, diving back to give you more and more, not letting up even for a second. His kisses were intentionally sloppy, leaving wet spots on your face. He even went as far to use his tongue and lick a stripe up your cheeks, making you screech at him to stop. It wasn't serious of course, you were uncontrollably giggling under his ministrations, trying really hard to focus on the game. It was near impossible though, with how quickly he moved to your nose and ears, tickling them with his breath and messy kisses.
Of course, the moment you put the controller down, he wound his arms around your body and went crazy, kissing all over your neck, shoulders and just anywhere he could reach. You were laughing earnestly under him, your voice cracking and tears gathering in your eyes thanks to how hard your frame shook with your giggles and pleas for him to stop already.
In the end the game was long forgotten, screen going dark over the two cuddling figures on the couch. He truly loved when you were this happy, and if it only took a few kisses and him losing the game, then so be it. Your happiness was more important than his pride anyways.
John Price - "early morning kiss"
He's always been seemingly distant, hard and rugged around the edges. In the rare mornings you spent together, he was always soft and caring; the complete opposite of what people thought of him. It was only then, and only for you.
You've never been a picky person. It wasn't in your nature to demand things you didn't have, to yearn for something that wasn't in any way available for you. It was pointless dwelling on what if's and illusions, staying focused on the present worked way better — you suspected that was part of the reason he found himself drawn to you.
Still, in these scarce moments, you let yourself imagine if you were.
It was barely past 6 in the morning, way too early for someone like you to be awake, much less on a Sunday. There was no way you were going to go back to sleep despite that, not when you had a rare opportunity like this with him.
Price — your John — was quietly snoring next to you, a heavy arm slung over your stomach and head buried between your shoulder and collarbone. His beard slightly scratched your bare skin with every even breath he took — puff, puff, puff — gradually making you drowsy again. You didn't want to go back to the dreamland right now, but you appreciated how he could calm and lull you even in his sleep.
He looked calm like this; the hard lines on his face gone, the angry furrow of his brows absent, annoyed scowl invisible. Price always seemed much younger while resting, when he didn't hold the whole weight of the world on his shoulders. These times, he didn't. There, in your bed and deep asleep, he was just another man. Not a Captain, not a soldier, not a provider: he was ordinary.
You couldn't help basking in the moment, just contently existing next to him in a quiet fashion. Your eyes traced his face over and over again, gaze always ending up on his mouth, slowly moving as he was breathing in and out. Not quite snoring, just having deep relaxed breaths like one makes deep in sleep.
You didn't want to touch him in fear of disturbing his well-earned rest, didn't dare to, but the want to plant a kiss on his lips never truly left the jumbled mess of your thoughts.
It must have been minutes, you noted, when you finally had to stifle a yawn. You decided a few more hours wouldn't hurt in the end, and turned to get into a comfortable position to return to a land of dreams.
His morning voice never failed to send shivers all over your body, no matter how many times you heard it before. Barely moments after he just woke up, his accent heavy and clouded with sleep, voice scratchy like gravel, but in a good, rumbling way — you loved it more than anything. If God's angels had a voice, you were sure they sounded like this.
As you turned back to look at him, he already had his eyes open and looking at you. His irises were still brimming with dreams, but a slight smile was already playing on his lips. Soft and loving.
He leaned in close, just barely touching your lips with his. It wasn't anything special or long, he didn't put much effort in it; yet, it meant more to you than anything else he could ever give.
