cw/info: 18+ | male!Reader; mlm; smut; fraternisation; dom/sub elements | As requested by anonymous. 💀
The rec room reeks of testosterone and liquor; cigar smoke so thick in the air, the fog hangs below the ceiling, curling around the yellow overhead lights, unwilling to dissolve like stubborn ghosts haunting a house.
Fifteen minutes ago, the room was still filled with boisterous laughter, the most homo–erotic banter, and the rest of the squadron—playing poker, pool, or dice—until Captain Price put an earlier end to the celebration.
"You just had to go on and do it in front of yer superior's eyes, eh?"
Another loud smack cracks through the room like a gunshot when the captain's mammoth hand comes down on your ass cheek again.
You grit your teeth at the sting, swallowing a pathetic whine while your toes curl inside your boots. Price keeps you pinned over the sturdy pool table, one meaty hand fisting your olive green Army shirt and bunching it up between your shoulder blades.
Another sharp smack.
Your back arches. "S–Sir—!"
"Had to flirt with Johnny of all people."
Smack.
"Thought I would let it slide, huh? Nah, can't have my Second Lieutenant misbehave like that on his first fuckin' day—"
Smack.
A grunt leaves you. The supple skin burns like it's been whacked with poison ivy. His handprint must be visible by now; ass cheek welting where he keeps smacking you.
And yet, your cock is so pathetically hard—shaft bobbing against the edge of the pool table whenever you buck your hips—it's impossible to hide how much this is affecting you.
"Please, John—" Your voice cracks, cheek smushed and rubbing against the green baize of the table. "Was jus' fooling 'round."
"Aye." The clink of a belt unbuckling makes your ears perk and eyebrows shoot up. "But fuckin' MacTavish is considered fraternisation now, Lieutenant. Should know that."
When you try to peek over your shoulder, John spanks the same ass cheek again, causing you to let out a whimper that turns into an embarrassed, breathless laugh.
"A—And what're you doing right now, sir?"
There is a pause, then you catch something out of your peripherals.
"Cap's gonna teach ya a lesson, pet."
Your stomach drops into your ball sack at the sound of his rough voice, and Ghost steps out of the darkest corner of the rec room, materialising like a shadow bringing doom. The sound of his zipper pulling down enough to make your skin pebble with goosebumps.
But John doesn't give you time to focus on the First Lieutenant before he reaches around your pinned hips to fist your cock; gathering the sticky pre dribbling down your length to slicken his strokes.
"Fuck!" Your eyes, still burning from the smoke, squeeze shut at the sudden stimulation, and you buck into your captain's hand like some desperate sub while the knowledge that Ghost himself is watching only makes your cock throb harder.
John chuckles behind you; a rough sound deep in his chest as he pins you harder to the pool table. He releases your shirt, braces his free hand next to your head.
"Reckon this is yer permission to help me break him in, Simon."
And then his hand is in your hair, tugging to make your head tilt back to expose your face; bottom lip bitten raw, sweat clinging to your temples.
"Yes, sir." Simon grunts, thick fingers curling tighter around the strands until he wrings another pathetic sound from you while John keeps stroking your cock.
Task Force 141 + Los Vaqueros wake up to you oiling their scalp in their sleep.
cod x black!male reader.
headcanons incoming,, not the most accurate but.. im having fun so who cares <3.
warnings : nada.
Capt. John Price.
wake up to the smell of peppermint and feeling the wetness resting on his scalp.
probably jumped and touched his head before realizing you were dripping the oil into his hair.
... " what are you doing, love? "
" oiling your scalp, i had a nightmare you were bald. "
laughs it off and turns over to go back to sleep before feeling something silk slip onto his head.
" almost forgot the bonnet (: "
Simon " Ghost " Riley.
woke up immediately and slapped at your hands in self defense.
apologized at spilling your oil while still scolding you on why it's not right to put oil in people's hair while they're asleep.
while he rambles you successful finished oiling his scalp and sliding a silk scarf over his head.
" do you understand now that what your doing is extremely distasteful? "
" yes, pookie. "
" excuse me? "
he slept pretty comfortably with the scarf, even playing with the ends in his sleep.
John " Soap " MacTavish.
his eyes opened to see you leaning over him with the small vile of oil in your hands, the dropper mid pour as he stared at you.
just accepted what you were doing and closed his eyes back.
you rubbed your hands over the sides of his scalp mostly because you couldn't stand his mohawk.
" try as hard as you like, darlin'. this mohawk isn't leaving. "
" oh, just you wait. this is the good stuff."
you just slipped the bonnet on his head, kissed him goodnight and hoped you saw growth by the morning.
Kyle " Gaz " Garrick.
woke up to see you sitting on top of his pillow with some oil in your hands, your own bonnet flopping over your head.
" goodness, baby, i forgot to do it one time. "
" forgetting once becomes a bad habit, my love. "
always remembers to oil his scalp from now on so he doesn't have to see your disappointed face at 2 am.
puts on his own bonnet since he's already up.
remembers to hide the oil before he goes to bed now,, however you always find it.
Alejandro Vargas.
he was having a peaceful dream when he woke up at the smell of oil.
he knew he had no reason to panic so he opened his eyes slowly as he realized he was being straddled by you with an oil dropper in your hand.
" having fun, mi alma? "
" si. "
he allowed you to play in his hair as he relaxed against the pillows, sure it was 4 am but he adored you too much to tell you off.
he tried to put on the silk headscarf himself but failed to tie it correctly. it came off in his sleep.
Rodolfo " Rudy " Parra.
actually allowed you to oil his scalp before bed.
you had forgotten the back part of his head so you were now laying on the bed, feet kicking in the air while rubbing the oil against the hairs on the nape of his neck.
woke up a bit ago at the feeling of his bonnet being pushed up but didn't say anything.
turned around once you were finished so he could admire you.
" is it really that serious, mi amor? "
" i've seen your dad's hairline, rudy, i'll be damned if i let you go out like that. "
Being with someone the same/a taller height was definitely something new for him.
He's used to having to look down so it's a nice change of pace to look up/straight ahead.
If you're in the same base as him you're probably seen together most of the time, nicknamed the Mountains or something relating to your heights.
Since König is most definitely friends or at least acquainted with the members of the 141, which also means dueling with Ghost and Soap begging you to let him go on your shoulder to feel tall.
I don't think he would mind if you're not on his base or a soldier like him.
If you do anything that's service work (like being an EMT or Firefighter for ex) then I feel like he'd find it cool seeing another tall guy like him doing such amazing work and would visit you if he can. (Idk why but I imagine him having a thing with guys in those types of fields)
If you don't work in anything like that, that's fine as well. He respects whatever you want to do.
You're definitely going to need a big ass bed with both of your heights, probably a California king.
You're guy's shared place (if you share a place that is) has custom stuff tailored to your heights.
Honestly loves being held while cuddling, and prefers to be the little spoon most of the time since when he is home he just wants to let his guard down and be vulnerable with you.
He doesn't mind being the big spoon either though if that's what you want.
All in all having someone taller/the same height as him is definitely something he would never complain about, and honestly loves it.
