i wanna see these big scary men get all flustered, give em a taste of their own medicine
Thinking about cod men with the most s/o of all time that is just so so tender with them and is so soft and kisses them so so good just like they deserve.
Thinking about cod men with an s/o that doesn't hesitate to tell them how pretty they are and will hold and caress them in a heartbeat, watching as their big bad military man melts in their arms.
Thinking about cod men that feel tears brim their eyes as their darling cups his head in their hands, their thumbs ever so gently brushing over his cheeks as they pepper kisses all over his face.
Their s/o makes sure to kiss every scar, every blemish and imperfection, everywhere but his lips until he murmurs how much of a tease his darling is. Only for their lips to meet in the most tender, passionate kiss he's ever received in his life, followed by loving whispers in the dark of night only for him to hear.
Just a bunch of short thoughts of different characters and AUs
God of festivity! Gromsko trying to convince God(dess) of hearth! Reader to join in on the fun, to dance with him, but he just ends up distracted by your wonderfully delicious treats you made. By the time he's had enough, the festivities are over :(!
(But then you drag him back to your temple to sleep his food coma off in your bed and Gromsko is suddenly much happier.)
Waking up in bed to find Husband! Makarov pacing the room while soothing your whining baby, cooing to the boy in Russian as he settles the sweet boy. Climbing back in after a moment, cuddling you for warmth as he sets your baby between you two, counting each eyelash and freckle on his sweet boy in the quiet warm glow of the morning.
One of the 141 waking up in a colourful field after an explosion at a lab and seeing a very colourful horse– pony?– in front of them and holy fucking shit it can talk what the fuck–
King! Nikolai climbing the ranks and eliminating all of the royal family except for you, his bride/groom, to solidify and add legitimacy to his claim. But it's fine, you were always made to feel like the black sheep in the family, the spare of the spare, and are quite happy being the 'usurper's' pampered, lazy spouse.
King! Phillip turning the crowns own forces against them after they turn tyrannical, making himself king afterwards. It's only right, after all, not only has he earned it and known hard work, but he's also been taught all the stuff a good king needs to know and has the loyalty of all the kingdoms soldiers. The only royal spared is you, some forgotten princeling/princess– no fault of your own, of course, but the king had too many kids, and then those kids had kids, so really, somebody was bound to fade into the background among all those royal snobs.
So King! Phillip makes you his consort, and lets you do as you wish. He's a little soft on you, letting you exist quietly in the library and your garden, gifting you exotic animals, rare books, and having musicians play for you whenever you'd like.
Dark Lord! Makarov hearing about a prophesied hero meant to end his 'reign of terror', yet when you show up for your 'destined battle', you're tired, weak, and asking for peace with him personally. After having grown up under the weight and expectations forced upon you, you have no desire to fight a man who hasn't even done anything that terrible... to you, at least. You're supposed to kill a man you've never even met? How does that make sense?!
Dark Lord! Makarov willing to make a magical oath with you... except what if you go back on your word, find a loophole and attack him anyway? So he goes with the next best idea: marriage. An alliance between you two that would ensure he'd have much less opposition in his plans than before.
And when you accept, you get to relax for the first time in your life. He gives you no duties, expects little of you beside loyalty and the occasional comfort. So you're allowed to play like the child you were never allowed to be, to spend hours reading for fun and not for study, and to run amok in his gardens with the many beasts he's collected over the years.
Can you please do CoD (Ghost, soap, nikto, roach, könig, price, Gromsko(if you write for him) with male reader who has mouth like mileena from mortal combat 😵 you know..sharp ass teeth, Long slimy tongue and shit
Can be nsfw if you want👀
MALE READER WITH A MOUTH LIKE MILEENA
(Headcanons/ short story?)
People shown: Ghost, Soap, Nikto, Roach, König, Price,Gromsko. As per requested.
Warnings: body/face disfigurement?,small mention of experiment and torture, mentions of slight depression/ mental breakdowns.
Themes: fluff, slight angst, comfort, no nsfw for now ain't feelin the groove can be read with mutual or start of a romantic relationship. Just wanna be held and comforted fr fr 😞😞✋🤚
Note: I never wrote about Gromsko but I do know him. Had to do a research into him. So this is my interpretation of Gromsko hope I got him right.
Also these Headcanons ARE FUCKING LONG. so I hope you saved room for breakfast, lunch, dinner, appetizers, and dessert with complimentary drinks too.
Also this is kinda rushed? I didn't have time to proofread this. So like. Yeah..
You (M/N) had a very disfigured mouth a big slash across your lower face. Making it look like your lower face have been burnt in half. Showing sharp teeth protruding out accompanying it was your long sharp tounge. Your face adorned with scars and bruises you managed to collect through your time in the military. But when you had this type of injury..Where your mouth looks so horribly scarred you had to leave the military.
Due to how long you've been in the military. And how you've been tortured and experimented on making your face look like..this. You hated it. But you wanted to be back in the military for your own personal reasons.
Now since your back in the military you've kept your face hidden. You didn't want your new team to look at you in disgust and horror. They always used to be so scared. But it's a new team! You just have to keep your mask on and none would be the wiser.
GHOST
-Ever since Ghost saw you he always felt something was..off about you. It's not like you kept to yourself no you were sociable sometimes.
-But he kept his doubts about you to himself. You were a soldier. And just because he felt off doesn't mean he had to treat you differently
-He wasn't prodding or asking you about why you kept wearing you mask.
- You have your problems on why you wore your mask, He has his problems. It's like a little understanding why you kept your mask on 24/7.
- Then that one faithful day when you both were paired on a mission and you were caught by an enemy dragged to a building.
- Ghost was quick to follow you. He was nearby and saw you get dragged.
-He made his way silently and quickly through the building. Slipping in through a cracked window as he searched around cautiously.
-A bang could be heard, then a scream. Then silence.. That wasnt good. He swiftly ran over to where he heard the scream. And he found you..you weren't dead no. The enemy was. A big gnash on their neck as they slowly bled on the cold floor.
-And you were there. Coiled into a ball quietly sobbing, shaking your head. He glanced at the bleeding enemy one more time before he ran over to you immediately making his presence known as he gently grabbed your arms covering you face.
-When he pried your hands off and saw your face. He only sighed his eyes softening in small realization. Before he hugged you. As you continue to sob. He knew why you covered your face now... And he won't hate you for that.
SOAP
- He immediately took an interest towards you when he first saw you for the first couple weeks.
- He would stalk you for a bit. Realizing you never took your mask off..like Ghost.
- He didn't mind as well. Maybe you had a similar reason to Ghost. Although that didn't stop him to ask you to take off your mask.
- You took it well. Really just teasing him that you totally would show Soap your face.(you wouldn't, never)
- That only made Soap think that you would someday show your face.
- You both grew close. Always hanging out, making jokes, hell even sleeping in the same room.
- Although he would keep pestering you about your mask.
- You trusted him deeply and he trusted you.
- Then one day you pulled Soap in a closet.. Although he was a bit suspicious asking you slyly why you brought him here. Before you shut him up.
- It was serious.. you trusted him so so deeply.. maybe..he wouldn't judge you if you showed him..your face? And that's what you did. You explained why you called him here. Hus face bellowing with excitement. As you slowly took off your mask showing. Your face.
- You looked worriedly at him. Soap had gone silent. And he was just staring wide eyed...oh no..no..no.. that wasn't the reaction you wanted.
- You tried to explain..or try to convince Soap to not make you look like a freakish fool. But Soap just..ran out of the closet.. leaving you there dumbstruck..
- It was only later in the night. Specifically midnight. You couldn't forget how Soap looked at you it was heart wrenching. That was it. He thinks you look like a freak now.
- You hold your face in your hands. Sobbing about your friend.. that now thinks your disgusting.
- Then 3 knocks came at your door. You dawned your mask wiping away your tears before opening the door. Before you even react Soap pushes you in your room and closes the door.
- You don't respond. He whispers something to you then he removes your mask. Making you panic..Then he holds your face. Gentle and soft as he looks at you with a solemn smile.
- "M/N..." He whispers your name again as he rubs your lower face. Holding you in his arms as he whispers praises.. and apologies. For you.
NIKTO
- He wouldn't care about you
- He really didn't like or want any more new recruits. He found new people annoying. So when you first bumped into Nikto. He gave you a glare before he shoved past you.
- When he overheard people talking about how you never removed your mask. He got slightly curious so whenever you were nearby he would watch you. And they were right. You never took off your mask.
- One day he got frustrated with you. Do you think you're special for not taking off your mask?
You think you are cool? He seethed.
- Although he was a brute to you he was at least modest well.. modest to not pull your mask out of your face Infront of your teammates.
- Instead he cornered you somewhere private. Gruffly asking then commanding you to take off your mask.
- When you disagreed he ripped it off your face. And saw..your.. face. His eyes slightly widened.
- And when you started to panic trying to grab your mask while hiding it. Til' you eventually snatched it out of his hands when he was frozen with shock. You wore your mask and ran out.
- That's when Nik knew he fucked up. He knew he needed to apologize. So he went to search for you after he processed what happened now the guilt weighing down on him every minute he couldn't find you.
- When he finally found you probably hiding off somewhere, most likely avoiding Nik. He sat down next to you. Unsure how to start with his apology.
- When he finally blurted it out. Looking at you with obvious guilt in his eyes. But he knew sorry wasn't enough. So he took his mask off himself. Showing his own scars and bruises. Scooting himself closer to you still with that apologetic look.
- You talked for a while maybe about how you got your scar or not. About anything else.
ROACH
-Hes quiet around you. Once he first saw you he didn't really react much. It's just a new recruit nothing special.
- You never takes off your mask? Nothing special to him.
- He kept to himself you kept to yourself.
- he was just crawling around one day. Hiding up in small spaces and just idk stayed there.
- And when you bursted in closing the door behind you. He hid himself further in that corner he was in. He's not confronting you..nuh uh..
- He watched you stand there for a few minutes before you took of your mask. Showing off your lower face. Which made him go closer to see.
- Woah.. He watched you intently without your mask. Taking in every detail. He thought you looked cool. Didn't understand why you hid your face. Looked kinda sick tbh.
- That's when you felt someone watching you and you lock eyes with Roach. Your eyes widening hastily grabbing your mask and running off. Leaving Roach there with his thoughts. He must've understood enough you don't like being seen with your mask down.
- So the next few days. He watched you looking at you with a knowing look. While you looked back nervous and full of embarrassment?.
- And one of those days he was watching you. He walked up to you without saying anything and handed you a piece of ripped paper only reading
" You look cooler without your mask ".
KÖNIG
- He raised an eyebrow when he saw you. Almost already knowing you were the type of person who would keep him mask on.
- Not like he cares or anything
- He would though keep an eye on you. Just in case.. Not like he's interested in seeing your face or anything.
- From watching to discreetly following you around. Just to make sure okay? It's nothing else.
- When he was following you today. He watched from the side when a few other soldiers with the same rank as you walked in beside you. Poking and prodding on why you have to hude your face in a mask? Did you look sexy bad you had to hide it?
- When you ignored or scolded them. They quickly got annoyed with you and tried removing you mask. Even when you tried to shove and fight them off they would eventually take off your mask anyway.
- König knows he should stop he was about to when they finally managed to take off your mask. And they all backed away from you in disgust evidently on their face.
- If you got angry or sad they would just back away from you again. They don't care you looked disgusting. If you tried to grab your mask from someone they'd back away from you while screaming at you to get away from them.
- König didn't notice your face. Well not yet anyway. He made his presence known in a booming voice as he dismissed the people who just assaulted you. They're still holding your mask
- You try to hide your face but. That didn't work. Even when König saw you. He saw your face. His face softening when he saw you.
- He walks up to you. Going on his knees to take your hands off your face. As he looks up at you softly. Holding your hands in his.
- He shouldn't judge. He didn't really care. You are his soldier and you took his interest. He talked to you softly sprinkling in praises about your face while he tries to comfort you.
PRICE
- He knew about your face. It was already mentioned in your information when he read your file. He was the one who let you in 141 anyway. And he didn't mind
- He had seen lots of injuries all varying in scales. So he didn't really mind your face
- Wether you knew that Price knew about your face or not. He would be the first to call you everytime in his office to talk.
- Just discreetly talking about you. Maybe get you to open up to him. Which would then eventually lead to you opening up to the rest of the team.
- He wanted you to feel comfortable and feel part of the team. Always.
- He told you he knew about your face. Any reactions from you would just let him make you sit down as he tries to be your personal therapist. Assuring you that no one would judge you. If anyone did. He would make sure that they would be punished.
GROMSKO
- He would eye you at first before trying to impress you. Well trying to impress all the new recruits. Always showing off how good he is in what he does.
- When he noticed you never got rid off your mask. Not even talking to anyone why you take off your mask. He had a great idea.
- His first plan with you was to get you to take off your mask to him. Just so he could show off that he was the lucky guy to see your face.
- So he made himself get comfortable with you. Hanging around you, talking to you, trying to scope you out so he could get your trust and take your mask off around him. Maybe he could get a sweet picture so he could have proof.
- He would talk to you alot. Almost everyday actually, he would make himself hang around you. Maybe even begging to be in the same missions with you. Just so he could....why'd he hang out with you again??.. ahh he forgot!
- He just suddenly.. started wanting to be close friends with you. Forgetting his original reason.
-That was when he only remembered his initial reason why he was friends with you. When you pulled him somewhere private and you asking him if he wanted to see your face.
- He got excited. Even more when he remembers why you guys were friends. But a slight guilt stung him when he remembers why. His first intentions were.. really selfish. But now he was really fond of you.
- But he nodded and when you took of your mask seeing your mouth. Of course he got shocked and to your dismay backed away from you.
- He cleared his throat when he realized that wasn't really.. a good reaction really..
- So he moved closer to you. Admiring your sharp teeth and mouth.
- He even asked you to show your tounge. Just as impressive.
- He grew even more and more fond of you. You let him touch your lower face. He takes off his own as well. Showing his face. As he held your face.
- He whispered something polish about you looking so unique.. so special?...
- Then he didn't know why but. He just..I dont know.. pressed his lips on yours.. Not like it meant anything..or something.. (it totally meant something)
have you written anything for a perv!gromsko? he is my favorite and i would love to see you write for him!
A/N: I decided to write him in the most stereotypical way which is misogynistic (men in Poland are like this fr *COUGHS*). Just because I gave myself a pass to do that bc I'm Polish, okay?
*Muah* to this anon for Polish reference! (づ￣ ³￣)づ
✧°. Gromsko is a misogynistic kind of pervert. Born and raised in a traditional Polish family he grew unaware of his deepest, darkest desires. Until.
✧°. When you enrolled into the SpecGru forces, he couldn’t believe something as delicate as a girl found herself here, within the private military company. Of course Sobiesław knew women were stronger than it seemed, but not in a fucking battlefield. In his opinion they should worry about hearth and home not a bloodshed.
✧°. Obviously he had been working with some scary women before, but never with someone like you – still young, perhaps naive even. Your pretty body untouched with little to no scars. You were definitely a description of a delicate flower in his eyes.
✧°. His mother and grandmother raised him well – he would never risk the life of a devoted woman in a place like this. So since the first day Kościuszko saw you enter the gym hall, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
✧°. Perv!Gromsko would stare from his spot, surrounded by his friends, yet it was you who got his full attention. How your body flexes and muscles stretch while working out or how your breasts bounce as you run on the treadmill. Dear God, don’t give him ideas.
✧°. He was already dreaming of you riding his cock into oblivion, naked while he was in full uniform. Sobiesław’s coarse hands pressing down onto your hips, making you sink further against him and his girl mewling from pleasure.
✧°. Sneaking behind everyone’s back Perv!Gromsko would do everything to be assigned with you while on a mission. Sobiesław very carefully sabotaged your work just for the superiors to punish you.
✧°. Why? Because he would defend you in front of them, telling them you need another chance, that he would guide you. And since he was an honored soldier within the company, they made him your temporary superior as he had a higher rank than you. From now on, he was responsible for you and your doings.
✧°. Gromsko had you where he wanted to since the very beginning – vulnerable and dependent.
✧°. Perv!Sobiesław believed it was meant that way, because women should listen to their husbands, right? First thing he wanted to change in your training routine was cardio.
✧°. Your comrade told you to show up at his dorm’s door in the evening. Without much thinking of it, you came straight to him, thinking he would take you to gym – how foolish.
✧°. A loud gasp escaped your mouth, when the man that was supposed to help you with your training session was pressing your face into the bedroom’s wall as his huge hands were groping your breasts! Perv!Gromsko would correct your stamina by relentlessly thrusting into your tight cunt, causing you to beg for a break with tears streaming down your eyes.
✧°. Evening sessions with Sobiesław became an almost daily occurrence. The man would bend you in different positions on his bed, thrusting deep into your pretty pussy until you couldn’t cum anymore. Perv!Gromsko would mock your lack of stamina and threaten he would not allow you to go on a mission if you hadn’t tried harder.
✧°. So he began training your throat breath by telling you to keep his cock in your wet mouth for a good while, sucking gently from time to time. Of course your tears and sobs were causing him to feel pity for you, but Sobiesław was doing this to help you become better! :(
✧°. He was reading a book, the one from his grandma, while you were laying between his toned legs, keeping his throbbing member warm. You would whine from time to time from the lack of enough oxygen. But then Gromsko would simply caress your pretty, silly head and tell you how good job you’re doing. <3
✧°. “Such a good girl f’me.”
✧°. “No dalej, dasz radę, Mała [pol.: Come on, you can do this, little one].”
Could you do a female!reader that cooks as a hobby and is always leaving little gifts for the boys? Maybe she discovers that Ghost likes strawberry cakes and she leaves a bento strawberry cake for him? (could you do platonic and for all the 141?)
Thank you!!! I hope I'm not annoying lol
What an adorable request 😭 you’re not annoying, dw!! I love when people send me asks <33
Sweet like Sugar
Synopsis: Everyone deserves a sweet treat every once in a while, and with her incredible baking skills, she would assure they would have theirs
Pairing: Taskforce 141, Los Vaqueros, Valeria, Gromsko & König x Platonic!Female!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Mention of low blood sugars, being mentally and physically drained
General Masterlist | COD:MWII Masterlist
Intro
Having baking as a hobby often proved difficult on base, so whenever she got the chance to put her skills to use, she made sure she gave it her all
She would make all sorts of sweet treats - from cakes and pies, to cupcakes and cookies.
Baking for one wasn’t as fun, however, and so she always made sure to make something yummy for some of her favourite people
Even if they hadn’t requested anything, she always kept them in mind
John Price
He was finishing paperwork when she knocked on his door
With a stern ‘come in,’ he placed the pen down on the desk, sending her a small smile when she tiptoes towards him
In her hands, she held a see-through container with a row of blueberry muffins already waiting for him
“What’s this?”
“This is for you!” She grinned, “Thought you might use some sugar. Give you some energy whilst you’re busy with work.”
He hummed, taking the container from her hands and swiftly pulling one of the muffins
The sweet smell immediately enveloped him like a warm blanket, making him smile as he took his first bite
“This is delicious,” he complemented, not wasting any taking another bite, “thank you.”
She grinned from ear to ear, happiness practically radiating off of her as she took a step back
“If you’d like some more, let me know!” She cheered, pulling the door closed as she left him to enjoy the sweet treat
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
She’s seen him eyeing them before, when they passed a bakery on a covert mission
Strawberry cakes. One wouldn’t expect the infamous ghost to have a weakness for the red fruit, but it was a welcome surprise
Upon their return, one of the first things she’s done - after all the paperwork, of course - was head to the kitchen and bake them for him
He deserved them, really. He deserved to have a little break; to sweeten up his pain-filled life
She only hoped they were to his liking
Knocking on the door to his room, she patiently waited for him to open up
She already had the bento held out once the door was opened, and although his face was hidden by his mask, his eyes were expressive enough for her to see what he was thinking
Confusion
“I saw you ogling them back out there,” she began, “So I made you some!”
She held out the door closer towards him, and watched as he hesitantly took it from her
“I hope you like them…”
He stared at the treats for a few seconds, his eyes visibly softening at the sweet gesture
“Thank you,” he said after a short while, to which she replied with a simple smile
John ‘Soap’ MacTavish
Soap was always busy. always moving. Whether it was at the gym, a sparring session, or preparing for an upcoming mission
He was always on the move. And knowing him, he did not take the time to take much care of his body’s needs
His blood sugars were low, she was quick to notice after he once again secretly complained about his dizziness, uncontrollable sweating and shaky hands
She could only shake head head and tell him, for what felt like a millionth time, he needed to take better care of himself
She doubted he’d listen, but she also knew he wouldn’t refuse a sweet treat if it was given to him
So, she decided to put her baking skills to good use
Baking him a stack of delicious cookies, she placed them in a sealed container and trotted towards his room late in the evening
He was quick to open a door, a sweet smile gracing his lips once she came into view
“There are for you,” she held the box out for him to take
He looked confused at first, taking the box with careful hands and taking a peek inside. But once he realised what goodness laid beneath the lid, he practically beamed in delight
He wasted no time taking one out and taking a great bite out of it
“Mmm!” He hummed, licking his lips as the chocolate melted on his mouth, “They’re incredible!”
She grinned in return, fully enjoying his reaction
“If you’ll want more, just let me know!”
“Believe me, I will,” he chuckled, only growing quiet to take another bite
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Gaz often complained about the lack of variety of desserts at lunch
So one day, she decided it was time she made him some
She wasn’t sure whether she just wanted to do something nice for a friend, or maybe she just wanted him to stop complaining for once
Whatever it was, it led her to spending an hour or two in the kitchen
When lunch rolled around, she had the sweets neatly packed in a box, which she set beside him after they settled on a table
“What’s this?” He asked curiously
She only smiled, “open it.”
The smile that pulled at his lips once he saw the muffins were a sight for sore eyes
He was eager to take one out right then and there, but what stopped when you slapped his hand away
“Lunch first.”
He rolled his eyes, but complied nonetheless, practically shoving the food in his mouth so he could finally taste the sweet goodness
And when he did, it was as though he was on cloud nine
Hums of delight rolled out his throat, and it was safe to say he did not complain that day, or the day after
Alejandro Vargas
Alejandro was a busy man
He was also a tired man, barely catching the sleep he so desperately needed
She knew she couldn’t force him to sleep, but she could help him in another way
She could sweeten his life just a little bit
It was after a hectic mission that she took her residence in the kitchen and began baking up a storm
The smell was heavenly, but before she managed to eat all the cake by herself, she packed a few slices up for the colonel and made her way to his office
A tired ‘come in,’ sounded from the inside of the room
She opened the door slowly and carefully before making her way in, and setting the box on his desk
He looked at it confused at first, but then after she gestured at it, he pulled it towards him and took a look inside
“Ah,” a smile took over his features, “You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” she replied
After sealing the box, he put it to the side to enjoy later, “Thank you.”
She nodded, “If you’d like some more, there’s some in the kitchen.”
Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra
Rudy was a sweet man
He usually wore a smile on his face, and always treated those around him with respect
But despite this, it was easy to see when the missions were getting the better of him
When it was becoming too much
When he was tired, both physically and mentally
After seeing him force a smile, she decided it was time someone did something nice for him
She made her way to the kitchen in record speed and, after gathering all the needed ingredients, she created her work of art
It wasn’t much. It was a simple batch of cookies that anyone could make, really
But it was the thought that counts
She made sure they were sealed properly before she made her way towards his room
He opened the door tiredly, and the smile once again had to be forced onto his face
“Here,” she handed the box over to him
He took it with a confused look, his eyes closing when the smell invaded his space
A small, yet real, smile pulled at the corners of his lips. It was a pleasant sight, and it caused her own lips to curl upwards
“Thank you,” he told her appreciatively
“I hope you enjoy them…”
“I will.”
Valeria Garza
Valeria barely ever had time for personal pleasures
The cartel kept her busy, and often put her in ridiculously dangerous situations
She barely allowed herself rest, and so, over time, the simple pleasures of life were neglected by her; forgotten
She had seen how hard she worked every single day. From early mornings to late in the night
It was a sad sight
So, she took it upon herself to brighten her day just a little bit
The muffins were soft and sweet, but not too sweet to the point your teeth would hurt after a few bites
With the carefully sealed in a container, she made her way to where she knew Valeria always went when she needed to clear her head
“Hope I’m not disturbing,” she muttered, catching her attention
She turned to you, her brows furrowing at the disturbance, but she said nothing
“I made these for you,” she simply said, handing her the sweet treats
She was hesitant to take them, her eyes analysing her as if trying to work out whether she had any ulterior motives
“You’ve just looked overworked,” she tried to explain herself, “I thought you might use something sweet to… but if you don’t want them-“
“No,” she held the box closer towards her when she reached to take it back, “Thank you.”
“Of course!” She grinned happily, smiling when she heard the container open once she was out of the drug lord’s view
Gromsko
Gromsko was a nostalgic man, and often spoke fondly of his grandmother
He told her about the many many memories he’s had of her, and oftentimes mentioned her delicious jabłecznik (it’s a Polish cake w/ apples in it & it’s absolutely delicious)
He mentioned it one too many times, because she soon got the idea to surprise him with the delicious goodness
She couldn’t be certain it would taste like his grandmother’s. In fact, she was sure it most likely didn’t, but she was eager to bring that taste of childhood back into his life
So, one day, she made him the sweet cake, and packed it neatly in a big container
He was easy to find, taking some time to relax on a bench outside one of the barracks to take in the fresh air
She sat beside him, and handed over the box with a genuine smile
“It probably doesn’t taste the same, but I hope you like it nonetheless,”
He was bewildered, and had to take a few moments to return back to reality
The smell alone was enough to send him back in time, and when a smile made its way onto his lips, she couldn’t help but mirror his expression
“Thank you,” he told her, staring fondly at the container in his hands, “thank you so much.”
König
This man has a sweet-tooth
He loved all that was sweet, often having little treats hidden away in his pockets in case he got hungry throughout the day
But there was one problem
When given a choice between two, or multiple treats, he never knew what to pick
He made it seem as though it was the most difficult decision he was ever presented with. It was hilarious, really, but it could also become frustrating for the others
So, one day, she decided to choose for him
She woke up earlier that day, and made him some sweet cupcakes she was sure he would appreciate
And when lunch came around, instead of having him stare indecisively at the row of desserts, she dragged him to a table and before he could complain, handed him the container
The excitement in his eyes was visible from miles away; certain sparkle appeared in them, causing her to let out an amused laugh
“Thank you!” He told her, his tone cheery yet serious at the same time
“No worries,” she told him, “I hope you’ll like them.”
Thinking about Gromsko who can't help but get a little irritated when you don't let him spend his money on you
He works so hard for it and you're obviously worth the money, so why won't you let him? You deserve it just as much as he does and honestly, he can't help but love the look of new clothes on you that he bought
It had gotten to the point where he forced you into shopping, taking you to a nearby mall and walking into stores he thought you would like
You looked at something a little too long? he grabbed it. Your eyes lit up at something? He grabbed it. You even slightly gasped? He grabbed it
How your first kisses with Nikto and Gromsko would feel
Masterlist
Part 1 (Gaz, Soap, Ghost)
Part 2 (Price, Nikolai, König)
Never wrote for these two, but... hey, why not? Maybe I got too carried away with Niktos drama.
Nikto
A few saw the fear in this man's eyes. But here you are: looking him deep in the eyes and witnessing panic taking over Niktos mind.
The only time, he takes off his mask with you around is when you are sleeping. No matter how much reassurance you gave him - he only allows himself to spend a few hours without disguise, strictly when you can't see him.
Sometimes you wake up, feeling him sliding under your blanket, pressing his chest against your back. But he never lets you turn back to face him. Any attempt of yours ends up with Nikto hugging you tighter, burying his face somewhere between a pillow and your hair, muttering 'Spi krepko, moy svet*'.
You are his light, so he is determined to never darken your life with the sight of his face. So imagine his horror when he wakes up from the touch of your fingers on his cheek. He must have relaxed too much, didn't notice you shifting in your sleep. And now it is too late: you see, even worse - you feel his ugliness on the tips of your fingers.
He freezes, but something unkind awakes in his eyes. Guilt, self-hatred, doubt.
"We must go." Nikto snarls raspy and sharply pulls away from your hands. He must disappear from your sight, stop harassing your soft soul with his face right now.
You know, how bad it is when this 'we' appears instead of 'I'. This rarely happens, but when it starts - he abandons you for weeks, sometimes for months, hiding somewhere from the entire world. And you can't let this situation escalate.
With one swift motion, you catch his hand and pull it to your face. His name, not a call sign, his real name escapes from your lips and that catches his attention.
"Look at me. Stay close and look at me, love." You talk to him, as if you are guiding him through all his terrors towards a solace, he usually finds in your eyes.
As his fingers trace your features, you mimic his movements, letting him feel, how his touch feels against your skin. Slowly, his breath steadies.
You don't rush it: you let him calm down and get comfortable before you lean closer and plant the softest kiss at the corner of his lips. Nikto doesn't lean back, doesn't push you away, but he presses his lips firmly together and slowly shakes his head in silent refusal.
I can't.
You learned to understand him, even when he doesn't let some thoughts out. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but you learned to read it in his eyes. And now you see regret and sorrow. His face stays calm, but his eyes scream 'I would give anything to be able to dare, but I can't'.
So you do it for him: dare to cross this line instead of him. Your first kiss is left unanswered, but as you brush your lips against his again and again - he closes his eyes, lowers his head in a final attempt to regain control over himself, but fails and catches your lips in a short, but desperate kiss.
His answer to your caresses is like a distant storm - abrupt touches to your lips resemble lightning dancing over the horizon, his hands slowly bringing you closer shatter your mind like a thunder. Never have you ever felt so much from so little contact. This man has such a power over you - it should scare you. But you feel like you want more: you want his lips to linger on yours for a longer time, you want his hands running all over your body.
You allow yourself just a taste - a tip of your tongue lightly traces just a few millimeters of his Niktos lips, and he groans quietly. As he pauses for a moment to look you in the eyes and maybe find there regret or disgust, you can barely calm down your deepened breath and ask, plead to keep kissing you.
He traces his fingers over your jawline and deepens the kiss, gradually leaving sorrow and fear of scaring you away behind. For who is he to deny his light's wish? Nobody. Nikto.
Spi krepko, moy svet* - sleep well, my light
Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko
Two main things, you've learned about this big burly loud guy over the years of your friendship are his incredible hospitality and absolute forgiveness. Those, who don't know him, may be afraid of Gromsko the first time they see him, but you know the guy too well for that. He is a giant softie, when it comes to you.
So there were no allegations, when you not even offered, but straight presented him with a fait accompli, that you are cooking a dinner at his place the next time, you visit him. You didn't tell him, but you were afraid, that if he cooks once again for you - you are not leaving his house, you are rolling out of it. His eagerness to feed you could compete only with your granny`s. Maybe it was a cultural thing, maybe he genuinely was worried about you being too small - but Gromsko saw it like his top priority mission.
"Sobieslaw, stop it right now, or I'm chopping your fingers off!" You laugh, maneuvering a kitchen knife, so that it touches only carrot. It's impossible to shield a cutting board from him, as Gromsko practically envelops you, laying his chin on the top of your head and stealing a bite of every single ingredient, you use.
"I'm helping, słoneczko*!" You like the feeling of his voice, reverberating in his broad chest. It is like a purring cat, pressed against your back.
Maybe you lean back on him too obviously, because at some point he smirks and asks if you need more space.
"I'm fine, So. Just... just try to not eat our dinner before I even cooked it, ok?" You are still giggling and don't even notice, how he drops his face into your hair and just stands like that, drowning in your scent.
"Good. It is good, you feel fine, when I'm around." Suddenly his voice is much softer, and you hear him right above your ear.
He brushes your hair off the side and plants a small warm kiss right behind your ear. You freeze, not sure, how to interpret this sudden shift in your friend's behavior.
"I should stop, or you're chopping my fingers right now?" He is so close, yet he doesn't touch you anymore. Not until you let him.
You slowly turn to him. "I should, if you didn't mean, what you just did."
His face lights with the happiest, widest smile.
"Oh, but I do, słońce. I certainly do."
His kiss on your lips is incredibly soft, his warm breath tickles your skin, as he cups your face. Sobieslaw is caring in every his motion, helping you to relax and just live in this moment. He smiles into your kiss, gives you a complete freedom to do whatever you feel like, only showing you, that there is nothing, he wouldn't do for you. As his tongue brushes against yours, warmth ignites deep in your chest and feels you with a sensational feeling. Feeling of becoming his.
