Mike Schmidt who's obsessed with his gfs pussy in every aspect.
warning: he's nasty n gross and I love him that way
tags: human bodily fluids ‼️NOT PISS DRINKING‼️
mike has a fascination with his gfs pussy, not just because he literally becomes absolutely pussy drunk once he gets his cock inside, or ruts against it or shoves his finger n tongue inside.
It's just how it looks, how it reacts to him, he could be just sitting between his girl's legs, staring at it and it would clench and become even more wet with just him being near it.
He's truly fascinated, he loves tasting his gfs pussy whenever he can, seals her scent in his mind, likes to bring her to tears with his fingers, n then he pulls them out and feels the stickiness on them.
For Mike, the messier his gf is, the better. He loves it when she squirts on him, whether it's on his face or all over his cock when she's riding him, he likes being drenched in her in every way possible.
He wants nothing more than to be wet belly button down from fucking his gf to oblivion, and then literally smell like her when he brings his fingers up to his nose.
he's obsessed with her it's so disgusting <3
and it somehow gets worse, not only does he loves it when she cums and squirts all over him, but the day he imagined her literally peeing all over him while he's buried inside her, he hasn't been the same since.
He feels like a mutt, panting just thinking abt it. Thinking abt his sweet, sweet gf marking his cock in more than one way. He doesn't know why he likes the idea so much, maybe it's something animalistic within him, whatever it is, it makes him think that it's totally needed, it's right, he needs his gf to mark her territory, mark him up, because he's hers in every way <3
Imagine an awkward comic book nerd König with an alt!gf way out of his league (according to him).
He works part time at a comic book store when he first meets her, he's in a corner arranging comics and manga when she walks in and his eyes widen behind his messy ginger long hair.
She's the prettiest girl he's ever fucking seen in his life and he can't take his eyes off of her. And so do the rest of the clients and workers in the shop.
She's wearing a tiny black baby tee with Miles Morales' Spider Logo on its front, the tee was tight and it looked like she didn't wear anything underneath it, and it was very short, that if she kept stretching her arms above her head too many times to reach for comics in the higher shelves, her shirt is bound to ride up to expose her nipples. Her stomach all down to a few inches below her belly button were naked, and a pair of tiny jean shorts hugged her waist and ass.
Then there was the jewelry, the chains, the arm warmers, gloves, leg warmers, mismatched socks with a pair of white and red Jordans, the headphones, hair clips and cute earrings that tied her outfit together.
She looked like a doll, like those pretty girls you'd see on Pinterest (König doesn't know that, though, bold of you to assume he uses Pinterest).
And König? Well, he was wearing a green t-shirt with the store's logo on the back and front, with a white long sleeved shirt under it, paired with a pair of loose ripped jeans and we'll worn white trainers. And finally, a black mask covering the lower half of his face.
She walked straight to the Marvel shelf, looking around with her hands crossed over her chest while humming until she gasped and got her hands on a comic with Spiderman 2099 plastered on the cover.
König tried his best to stop staring like a creep but she was just so hypnotising, he wanted to keep looking at her, maybe ask her name, what she likes to read–
Don't get ahead of yourself, König, have you seen her and seen yourself?
König's shoulders slumped as he watched her flip through the comic with a smile on her glossy lips, and his heart jumped when she met his eyes.
Shit.
König internally panicked and turned his head towards the shelf he was organizing and adding in new comics to be sold while his heart beat quickly in his chest. He gulped and his hand trembled when he heard shuffling and footsteps getting louder towards him over the sound of some random anime opening from the speakers in the shop.
"Excuse me?"
König tried not to flinch and slowly turned around and looked down at the owner of the voice, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face when he was face to face with the same girl he was gawking at.
"Yes?" König replied, masking his nervousness with a monotone voice.
"Can you get me a comic from the top shelf? I can't reach.." She asked, looking him over not so subtly and tilted her head to the side, adding a small, "Please?" at the end of her sentence.
"Where?" König asked and her eyes lit up. She turned around and led him straight to the shelf and told him the comic she was after as König easily reached for it and handed it over.
"Thank you," She smiled and took the comic from his bigger hand, their hands brushing as he kept watching her through his hair.
"Do you read marvel comics?" She asked and König was surprised, what is she doing?
Making conversation with him?
But girls usually got intimidated by his build and his personality.
König cleared his throat and shoved both of his hands in the pockets of his loose ripped jeans, "Sometimes."
"Do you have a character you like reading about? You don't have to answer if you have work to do, by the way! I'm just curious and want to read more comics about different characters!" She said, toying with the Lego spiderman keychain hanging off her belt hoop, pulling her shorts a bit lower and König looked away when more of her lacey red panties were visible.
"No it's alright. I have time. I like reading about Venom and Moon Knight. And you? Who do you like reading about?..." König answered, his voice not wavering, not even once even if he was screaming in his head.
He hopes he won't scare her away due to the lack of emotion and interest in his voice, but he was internally nervous and that's the only way he knows how to hide it.
But it seemed like the pretty girl wasn't phased nor intimidated by König's tone of voice, or how he literally covered her in his shadow.
"I really like Moon Knight! And Venom too! But obviously, Miles Morales' Spiderman is my favourite…" She excitedly told him and pointed at her chest, where Miles' graffiti Logo was.
"What's your name, by the way?" She quickly asked, and König was a bit overwhelmed.
"König." He answered without thinking and blinking, staring at her with his pale blue eyes.
"Hey, König." She giggled and told him her name as she hugged the comics to her chest.
König didn't know what to say except give her an awkward nod.
"Nice to meet you. I'll go pay for these. And uh, thanks for the help." She said, biting her lower lip and fluttering her pretty eyelashes at him.
"No worries." He said and stepped aside so she could make her way to the till.
König was left buzzing and slightly breathless, he blinked and turned around to face a shelf with Batman runs to compose himself while she paid for her comics. Then he felt a small tap on his back and turned around.
"Sorry I just wanted to give you this." She said while holding a hair band in her hand.
König stared down at her hand without saying anything then back up at her face.
"It's for your hair…" She said in a small voice and König didn't say anything, just stared at her.
Then she coughed, "I just thought– I'm so sorry for overstepping, I'll go now."
König moved without thinking and held her wrist, making her eyes widen like a deer caught in the headlight.
"Thanks." He said and took the hairband, making quick work of tying his hair in a manbun, and now she could see more of his face, his pale eyes, eyebrows, freckles and small scars.
a/n: enjoy and don't forget to click the pictures for better quality when necessary! :)
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tags: nsfw, f receiving, p in v, making out, spitting, skinny dipping, mentions of public sex (nobody gets caught tho)
warnings: kidnapping
a/n: I tend to go on a tangent with the story telling n lore instead of sticking to John fucking. ANWAY. I love him and if you also love him and have silly thoughts abt him and his boys, send me an ask, or comment, or reblog, whatever you want 💙
pirate!captain Price fucks like he's trying to kill you, with determination and pure hunger for it. He's a man on a mission, and nobody can stop him from getting what he wants.
Captain Price has wicked hips and a filthy walk, he's hot and he knows it. He's so comfortable in his skin, scars, fat, muscles, freckles and all. His movements are confident yet relaxed. He appears to be so sure of himself without doing anything, just standing there and people hate him for it. How infuriating is a man with such charm and confidence decided to become an outlaw, a pirate of all things.
So he knows how to use those hips, pounding his sweetheart on the mattress and making her wail and scream for him with how good he's making her feel.
pirate!captain Price has ridiculous core strenght, he could fuck his sweetheart for hours, rolling his hips against hers like he was born to fuck her. And he's so fucking filthy with it as well, "Too much for you? Should I slow down, sweetheart? hm?"
And slow down he does, rolling his hips deep deep in her guts, forcing her to listen to the filthy squelch that resonats in his Captain's cabin everytime their hips meet. And he has a dumb smile on his lips, obsessively watching where they meet between her legs.
And you better believe he'll kiss his pretty lady like he wanted to drink her up, he's nasty and it would be embarrassing to call what he's doing to her kissing, not even making out can cover how sinful he's with his mouth and tongue.
Pirate!Captain Price, when he's in a mood he'll even spit in her open mouth, holding her pretty face in his bigger, rough and scarred hand, then spitting right in her tongue, and he watches how her eyes roll at the back of her head and she moans loudly, swallowing his little offering.
He's also big on eating her out, be in his cabin, outside on the deck in the middle of the night under the stars, where anyone can catch them, or in a dark alleyway behind a pub. And because he has a beard, he likes to get it absolutely drenched and leave his sweetheart's inner thighs all red from the friction.
And he doesn't mind when she whines how much her inner thighs are bothering her, he just has a smug smile on his lips and apologizes with a coo, placing a wet kiss to her forehead and cheeks, and deep down he's not really sorry, but for his sweetheart, he'll coo and coddle until she melts over and over again in his arms.
Pirate!Captain Price barley kidnaps rich folks in exchange for ransom money from their rich family. If he has an excuse to dress his sweetheart in the finest of clothes, he would take it without hesitation.
So she's the one who sneaks in a ball, so she can later open the gates for them so they can sneak in, rob the place while everyone is busy dancing and then kidnap the wealthiest person in there.
And of course she's dressed in blue, John's favourite colour, the colour of the sky and the sea. Her dress is shiny, made out of silk and fabrics only found in far, far away countries, that even rich folks struggle to get, but not pirates, pirates can get their hands on anything if they tried hard enough.
She's wearing a layered blue gown, the sleeves long, with her whole neck, collarbone and a generous chunk of her chest exposed, and she looks so so beautiful, her hair half up, decorated with pearls and gold. And she's quickly stealing everyone's attention, coyly tucking a stray strand of hair behind one of her ears with a gloved hand.
She's invited to dance by many people, and she makes up elaborate stories about being a foreign Duchesse, laughing and giggling at stories and anecdotes she's been told, forgetting for a moment she was an outlaw, a criminal, who stabbed her to-be-husband right through the heart on their wedding day.
When the job is done, she returns to their ship on horseback, laughing in delight with John's men.
When the kidnappee is tied and locked in the basement, they sail away and celebrate with music and drinks of their own.
Sometime in the same night, Price's sweetheart is running and giggling on the ship, chased by Price, who's trying to catch her, still dressed like a dream. And she gasps and swoons when he catches her in his arms.
She acts like she's trying to fight him, wiggling in his arms and telling him, "Let me go, you pirate! I'm a woman of honor and dignity!"
Price tickles her and she laughs, trying to slip away, and he has his arms securely wrapped around her waist, breathing the perfume she sprayed on her neck in, sighing in pure bliss.
"You're mine now." He speaks against her naked shoulder, placing a wet kiss on the skin.
"I'm not yours! Let me go or the Royal Navy shall have you hung!" She threatened, turning in his arms and pushing his chest away.
"Hm, no. Finders keepers." He hums and pulls a string that kept her corset securely tied around her body, and when she felt it getting loose she squealed and crossed her arms over her chest, "John!"
"What? You'll be naked by sunrise, I'm just speeding this up." John says, shrugging while wearing a small smirk, "You've got a problem with that?"
"If that's the case, let me help." John's sweetheart says, wearing a smirk of her own and starts undressing right there on the deck, while his men are still having a party not far off, the only privacy they've had was the shadow of the Captain's cabin and nothing else.
"What are you doing?" John asks, looking over his shoulder and panicking a bit because as much as he enjoyed fucking his love where they could get caught, he still made sure nobody was around, and if someone happened to pass by, he'd use his body to shield her away. But this, this was madness, any of his boys would just turn around and see her standing there naked, glowing under the moonlight like a siren.
The only things she still had on was her pearl earrings and a necklace John gifted her a while back. "Come swim with me." She offered, smiling and still fucking standing there naked with her clothes a puddle to her feet.
John gulped and decided to just get naked as fast as possible while she watched him, and when he was done, she tiptoed to where he was standing, cupped his cheek and placed a kiss to his lips.
And before his fingertips could graze her skin, she pulled away and dived into the open cold sea.
Fuck this.
John dived right behind her, controlling his breathing and taking a deep breath when he resurfaced, his body freezing due to the cold water, but he knew his body would soon get used to it. He then felt arms hugging his shoulders from behind, and he grinned when his sweetheart kissed his cheeks with her cold plush lips.
"Did I just see Cap'ain and his bonnie jump in the sea naked?" Johnny said with a frown, cheeks pink due to how much he's drunk.
"Hm?" Simon hummed with his eyes closed next to him, leaning his head on his shoulder.
"Never mind." Johnny said and yawned, scratching his chin and leaning his head on Simon's.
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Omg single dad Price?? Cliche as hell but hits all the right spots when ovulating hahah
omd thank you so much for this ask anon!
I've had so much writing abt single dad price! I hope I delivered 💙
cod mw2 masterlist
word count: 2.1k
tags: fem!reader, she/her, no descriptions of physical appearance, poc friendly, sfw
warning: none.
a/n: I wrote this on my periods and by God do I want this man so horribly bad. my mind is infested with filth when I think abt him but I also want to write fluffy things for him :((
okay so single dad price au
first of all, in my head, for some unknown reason, he'd have 2 boys, maybe twins and 1 little girl, the youngest. I see them as all being under 10 years old.
maybe you first met through one of his friends, Johnny maybe, who decided to invite you to travel down to Price's place all the way from Glasgow for some sightseeing and touristy stuff, or going to a festival or going to a show to see one of your favorite bands.
You knew Price, heard of him a couple of times but never met him face to face. and lo and behold when you do, your heart does a little flip and a giggle comes out of your mouth when he introduces himself and sticks his hand out, smiling down at you.
I SORRY BUT I'M WHIPPED FOR THIS MAN-
luckily he doesn't mind the giggle and his smile just becomes even bigger, because it's evident you're happy to be there, happy to meet him. and if Johnny likes you, Price is bound to like you as well.
And he does like you, easily swapping jokes and laughing together with Johnny. He gets comfortable pretty quickly with you, he leans forward and nods to whatever you say, seemingly captivated by your whole aura. After a whole pint of beer, he unbuttons two more buttons of his short-sleeved shirt. It was already hot outside, so maybe he wanted to cool down but his eyes say otherwise.
John is fucking massive, that you can tell by his body, even tho Johnny tells you he's a busy dad of 3 children, he somehow still manages to still go to the gym. He has both muscles with a healthy layer of fat on them, and you can appreciate a big man with a soft tummy but with the strength of a bull.
You've seen pictures of John before, shown to you by Johnny on multiple occasions. And his back still haunts your dreams. In a good way. He had such a huge back that you wanted to just climb it and cling to it.
And that man had huge arms and veiny hands with blond hairs on them, and a nice full beard on his face and fluffy hair with the warmest eyes you've seen. And the absolute unit of shoulders to waist ratio ever. And to top it off that man has WICKED hips, thighs and ass.
He mentions his kids once or twice over some drinks and yorkshire pudding burritos. And you sit up, interested and curious. You ask about their ages, names and because he's such a dad, he obviously has to show you his wallpaper of his boys and girl.
You lean closer to look at them, and they're so cute, with blond hair just like him, his boys have brown eyes while his little girl has blue ones. And they're genuinely adorable that you Aww at every picture he shows you.
This leads to Johnny telling you anecdotes from when they were little, like nappies little, and how one of his sons peed on him in the middle of changing his nappies once.
It's all fun and games until Johnny frowns down at his phone when he receives a message and he excuses himself, telling you and John how he has a thing to take care of, so he's leaving you two together to have some fun, and for John to take advantage of his child-free time.
Johnny leaves after giving you a tight hug and a wink, walking out of the nice pub John frequents.
"So… What's your favourite colour?" You asked, biting your lower lip and staring at John through your eyelashes.
And he seemed taken back by your question, "My favourite colour?"
"Yeah," You nodded, feeling a bit anxious for asking such a silly question, but you really wanted to get to know him, starting by asking him innocent questions and analyzing his reactions to them.
"Blue. What about you?" He answered with a shrug and a small smile.
"Me too! It's also my favourite colour!" You gasped, excited.
John chuckled at your excitement, taking a swing of his beer while you toyed with your phone like a fidget toy.
"I don't remember anyone ever asking me about my favourite colour, except my kids of course, and that one face paint artist at school fairs." John said and you giggled again.
"What did you get painted on?" You asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Sonic the hedgehog." He sighed and you started laughing, eyes watering and shoulders shaking, even snorting once and slapping a hand to your mouth, eyes wide and cheeks hot.
John doesn't think twice before prying your hand away from your face, "Don't. A snort isn't going to chase me away."
"And uhm, I know why we're here, really here. Johnny isn't as subtle as he thinks he is." John confessed and looked away from your face, as if embarrassed.
"It's alright if you don't want to get together or anything, we could forget this ever happened, John." You said, placing a hand on top of his and leaning closer to look at his face better.
He looked at you as soon as those words left your mouth, "I didn't say anything about not wanting to get together-"
"Really?"
John sighed and grabbed and squeezed your hand, running his other hand through his beard, "Listen, you're absolutely lovely, charming and as beautiful as Johnny claims you to be. I do want to get to know you better, It's just– I'm not really someone you easily date."
You smiled, "You're a package deal."
"Excuse me?"
"Buy one, get three free." You said, watching the absolute giant of man look at you all worried as if there was something wrong with him.
John was stunned, looking at you as if you grew an extra head.
"What? You thought I'd agree to meet and flirt with you, knowing I won't get with a single parent?" You said, scooting closer to him, resting your chin on your palm and looking at him through your pretty eyelashes.
"I don't know if this is of any help, but I'm the oldest of 4 children, and my youngest sibling is 15 years younger than me. So little kids don't scare me, trust me." You said, puffing your chest as if you were a decorated soldier with veteran experience in taking care of little shits.
John cracked a small smile, "I'm sure you're a great older sister."
"I try my best." You humbly said, bowing your head and John chuckled again.
"So, how about we go for a walk and you can tell me all about your workout routine, you can't be the only one looking like a much hotter version of Superman." You said and John all but agreed.
And you do go for a walk, and chat about everything and anything. and you have so much fun that John forgets what time it is for a bit and gets surprised when his alarm rings and he has to go pick up his kids from school.
You say bye to each other and he says how he's going to invite you and Johnny over for a hangout with his other guys back at his place.
So you do go, you keep meeting him, and you eventually meet his kids, and they're lovely, polite and wary of you at first, because they're still very young and are children to parents who don't like or love each other like most parents do.
So you try your best to approach them in the best way possible, and decide to tell them nothing but the truth and talk to them like you'd talk to adults.
So when you start seeing their dad, he tells them one night over dinner, just the, and you also confirm it to them when you get invited over, "I like your father.
And his boys look up from their legos and his little girl stops flying a dinosaur in the air right before she crashes it on a city made out of blocks and barbie dolls.
"We know." The twins say at the same time and they shrug, resuming their play.
"Dinosaur?" The little girl hands you another dinosaur, and you nod, and take it from her little hand.
"Dinosaur." You repeat and you watch her dive the dinosaur's head to a barbie's head and act like he was eating the barbie, so you did the same thing, with added sound effects.
You don't expect the children to call you mum, you aren't overly friendly with them or force your friendship on them. You give them space, time and respect. And John seems to be incredibly grateful for it, even if he doesn't comment on it, but his eyes and smiles say enough.
Things slowly evolve, and the children start asking for you when you're not around.
"Dad, where's your friend?" One of his boys asked him on the way to get ice cream after school.
"You mean dad's girlfriend." The other twin corrects his brother.
"Are you boyfriend girlfriend?" His little girl asks.
"She's busy with work at the moment, and we're not dating, not yet, at least." John says.
"Not yet?"
"Why?"
"But we saw you kiss in the kitchen!"
"Please be boyfriend girlfriend! She's nice and she's better at helping us with homework than you!"
So John is now stuck in his car, being roasted by his children on their way to get ice-cream, and he shuts them up when he tells them they won't officially date until all of them like you.
Which they obviously already do and they agree very quickly.
So Price takes you out on a date, to officially ask you out, with his children as some sort of witnesses and official welcome to their family.
They're in a nice italian restaurant, nothing too fancy, and he's wearing a light blue button up with a pair of slacks that do more than justice to his legs and hips. And he looks so so nice, hair brushed back and beard trimmed and oiled up, and he has a watch on his wrist and a bracelet his little girl made him on the other hand.
His little boys are wearing button up shirts in different colours and slacks, and his little girl is wearing a blue dress with a dinosaur pin on her hair, keeping her curls away from her face. And as soon as you show up, her face lights up and she excitedly shows you her dress, spinning around, and telling you that's "It's blue! Like your favourite colour! Like dad's favourite colour!" And she also shows you the dinosaur hairpin and you all but melt and tell her how pretty she looks, and how handsome his boys look.
"You also look very handsome." You smile at John and he blushes a bit, taking your hands in his while his children watch with wide curious eyes.
"And you look very beautiful, darling." He says and you bat your eyelashes at him, "Thank you."
He kisses the back of your hands and he pulls your chair out for you to sit, and you grin and sit down. And then the children all start talking at the same time, about what they'd like to order and what you should try and what they think you'd like, so obviously they have been here before and it's a family favourite.
John tells his little gremlins to calm down and you guys start by ordering drinks and some breadsticks, then he actually has a whole speech prepared about how he's been very happy with you and would love for you to officially join their family.
And while he's saying his speech, his eyes never leaving yours, you don't notice one of his boys holding a small piece of paper under the table and nodding along to his dad's words, and the other twin holding a up thumbs up to show that John is saying everything he's written down.
While John’s little girl somehow pulled a small dinosaur toy out of nowhere and is making it sit on the table and watch you both.
"I'd love to be your girlfriend, and join your family, John." You say when John's done and his children all cheer at the same time, making some people from other tables glance at you.
"Congratulations." The twins say at the time, shaking your hand and their father's in quite a formal manner, making you giggle, "Thank you, gentlemen."
"Can we eat now?" John's little girl asks, and nobody asks why she had shoved tissue inside her dinosaur's mouth, probably mimicking feeding it.
John laughs and nods, "Yes, we can."
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omg its me the pec lover 🫣sorry yes 141😭 forgot to put who mwehehehhe
hey anon! thanks for this delicious ask!!
pairing: gn reader x (platonic? romantic? you decide) John Price, Simon Riley, Soap Mactavish, Kyle Garrick
warnings: none
price:
I know for a fact this man has a hairy chest. not TOO hairy. but hairy enough to be ticklish when you lay your cheek on it when he's shirtless.
and he has massive man boobs.
I said what I said.
reader would 100% randomly go up to him, asking for a hug or for comfort. and because price is price, he'll wrap an arm around them, to comfort them.
but what he doesn't expect is them just shoving their face between his pecs and groaning, the sound muffled by the material of his shirt.
and he's just standing there like 🧍♀️
and he smells nice, like cologne, soap, his own musk, tobacco sometimes when he's stressed and a hint of sweat.
when reader first ever did it, he almost died of embarrassment and confusion, but quickly got his shit together.
he couldn't even pull them away from him, he didn't really feel like it actually, because it looked like the reader was having a great time.
So now don't be surprised when u catch the captain laying somewhere, trying to take a nap with reader on him, face buried between his pecs, arms straight down their body, and sleeping as if it's the most comfortable position on earth.
ghost:
the first time reader buried their face in Ghost's pecs was in the excuse of a hug. it was easy, really, whining and just falling face first on him. and he didn't mind at first because in his head reader was gonna get up after like a couple of seconds. but they DIDN'T.
and Ghost was confused n lowkey suspicious, so he grabbed them by the back of their shirt, like a baby kitten, with one hand and ripped their face away from his chest.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Nothing" 😇
Ghost simply placed them back on the ground and eyed them up and down, then left.
but reader was on a fucking mission, so anytime they had an opportunity to lay on ghost, they would, be it in the Heli, in hideouts, in the base, anywhere. until ghost has had enough.
"Bloody hell- what do you want?"
"Can I cuddle you on your chest, please? 😔🙏"
ghost just stared at them in complete silence. and when he didn't say anything for a whole minute straight, reader added, "I'll give you 10 quid."
"Keep your money." and he wrapped an arm around their neck and brought them straight to his chest, choking them for a minute.
and reader was in heaven, with their arms wrapped around as much as of him as possible.
"Thanks-"
"Shut up."
Johnny:
soap in my head is already very friendly and pretty physical with the people he cares abt. so it's not an unusual sight to see him hanging out with reader, on a couch, or on a bed, watching a movie on a laptop.
and he loves cuddling when the weather is cold enough, so they'd be tangled in each other, watching whatever movie is playing on the small screen while reader is drawing random patterns on his chest with their finger.
if reader is tired, they'll bury their face in his neck at first, trying to get comfortable and go to sleep. or they'll gradually slide down his body and end up with their face pressed against the swell of his pecs.
"They're soft. like pillows." reader would point out while wiggling around, trying to get comfortable.
"Yeah? they are?" Soap would laugh and puff out his chest, making the reader's head bounce a little and they'll laugh and then whine, "Stop it, I want to sleep."
soap would pat their head, "Use the bed, then."
"Nah, you're way better than a bed."
"Thanks?"
gaz:
when gaz noticed the small obsession reader has with his guy's pecs. he knew he was next.
So he was basically a bit nervous n hot around the collar when he found himself and his guys being squeezed into a car, bullets raining down on them.
and there wasn't enough seats in the thing, so reader had to sit on him, chest to back while shooting out of the window.
"You good?" They shouted above the utter chaos outside as Ghost tried to drive them to safety, with soap screaming at how he should've been the one driving instead.
"Yeah!" Gaz shouted back.
and when they were far enough that gunshots sounded so far away, reader took off their helmet and leaned back against Gaz with a deep sigh.
"You're comfy." They said with their eyes closed.
"Am I?"
"Uhum."
Gaz didn't miss how they would rub the back of their head against his chest, or how they would turn their head to the side and try to bury their face between his pecs, even though it was practically impossible in the tiny space the car had.
but you better believe reader tried anyway.
and the whole time he was flustered, trying to act as normal as possible, squeezing their shoulder once while they sagged against him.
I hope you liked this anon! I tried my best 😋
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platonic moon boys x fem reader - twitter crack au
a/n: I had so much fun making these. so uh, if u want more. just send in requests my way via my ask box. also, this one is for that one anon too, you know who you are 💙
