Price, texting: Can you come collect your freak of a boyfriend please
Price: He's doing things
Y/N: No I set him loose on purpose
Y/N: He needs enrichment
Hybrids I think the cod men would have and a quick reason why!!! Tw: (smut)
Kyle: Doggie hybrid!!! I think Kyle is a really active and needs a partner that is active and wants to run around in his backyard. I also think his sex drive is a big higher since he’s younger then most so he needs someone to keep up ⊂(◉‿◉)つ
Price: Bunny hybrid!!! Since he’s older and can’t keep up with a dog hybrid he’d want a more calmer hybrid. I see him being content with just feeding you sweets while you sit on his lap along with playing/chewing on toys. His sex drive is lower and he’ll happily sit back and let you ride him. (⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝)
Ghost/simon: people think he wants a big rough and tough dog hybrid but I see him with a smaller dog hybrid. He wants a small lap hybrid that will snore with him on the couch. He wants walks and cuddles. Very very lazy sex with this guy, I think he prefers to spoil you and sleep. ٩(˘◡˘)۶
Alejandro: lazy little kitty hybrid!!! He wants to come back from missions and have you lay on his lap while he wiggles a toy and watching you swat it. If a mission goes wrong he’s rough but praises his “pretty kitty” for taking it!!!! Gives you a really feminine collar regarding of gender because he likes the design more. ヽ(^o^)ノ
Vladimir: wolf/wolf dog hybrid! he’s never 100% in it for the relationship and does want you to work for him. So you’re often seen by him on a collar but on full gear to help him/protect him. He sort of cuddles you??? but it’s mostly sex at the end of the day. (ಠ╭╮ಠ)
Valeria: mouse hybrid!!! She wants a small little hybrid to cuddle with at the end of those stressful missions! Loves loves loves your round ears and enjoys spoiling you with treats. Much less sex since she’s the least around but when she is she’s alllll up on you. Cuddling, gifts, kissing. You feel very loved even when she isn’t around! And lots of gentle sex! She does most of the work
König: leopard hybrid!! He wants a big kitty to sit on his lap while he pets you!! A weighted blanket!!! He wants a hybrid that’s taller than him so he can feel pampered so he enjoys getting groomed by you. I also think you are a sub top in the relationship when it comes to him!! ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡
― yandere!cod men x reader ― ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, makarov, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з suggestive?
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ଘ You're no plaything for Price. He doesn't just like you, he adores you. Cups your pretty face in his hands; delicately. His rugged and rough hands become gentle as soon as he comes into contact with your skin, treating it as if it were finely-grained porcelain. He treats you the exact opposite of how he treats anyone else. Whilst he leaves everyone else covered from head to toe in blood for coming near you, you're covered from head to toe in the most expensive items you wish for. But, he doesn't want you to forget that his money doesn't represent his love for you, it does not begin to cover not even half of what it should. He'll be sure to remind you not to be spoiled rotten. He's fond of you and while he's interested in you, you should listen and obey to what he advices you. He is more experienced after all.
ଘ Compare what Simon's scars and bruises are to your unscathed body. Let his hands roam over your body, taking in all he works for. Let them wander and familiarize with what he's toying with. His breath on your skin as it quickens, losing his train of thoughts as he fondles you. He's convinced you're meant only for him. No one else should touch you this way, no one could do it like he does. And please return it! Cradle his head in your lap, so the sizzling subsides and he feels alive. Let him know he's the best, the one. Let him lean in and capture those soft, plump lips in a passionate kiss. Don't pull away, don't deny him his heaven. And don't you dare let anyone else trail your body with their eyes like he does. Why, he'll feel as if they're already doing what their mind desires. He's screwed up in his mind but he'll move heaven and earth for those thighs to wrap around his waist at night spilling the warmth between them. Make him feel warm and welcome, give him the world he burns everyone else for. He sacrifices others at the feet of your altar.
ଘ Johnny's smug smile can fade rather quickly with one sensual move from you, watch him get lost as his breath is winded and his body is overtaken with an all-consuming fire of passion. Oh, he can't even fathom the idea of anyone before or after him experiencing such things. He'll be paralyzed the moment you sit on his lap and putting your hand to his chest, let it trail over his heart which at the moment beats wildly. It's a sensation he experiences when plunging a knife deep within someone else's chest, he reckons the feeling is almost the same. He thinks his victims rather lucky they die this way. How many other people can experience that fleeting, overwhelming feeling?
ଘ Kyle's hand kisses are done with such reverent trembling and respect that he'll have your skin tingling with warm sensations as if the late evening sun was seeping into your skin. Let his and your body blend together like the watercolors on an artist's canvas does. Bask in his affection like you'll sunbathe on the beach. Take in all the good he brings you, accept every touch of his that starts with a secure embrace and ends with the colliding of your bodies. The cold with which he lashes out for others has no place with the gentleness he entreats you with. Keep your eyes on his, locked in his steady gaze immerses himself in fantasies. He feels dizzy as if his world was spinning, losing himself in the sensations. And after the elation, let him shower you in praises, caresses and gifts. Let him buy you two rings for each finger, how many could you want to show off having a caring partner when you slide his card at the register? Make your hands look pretty whilst his are leaving a trail of crimson blood after him.
ଘ Roach couldn't ever hurt anyone else, he didn't know what he was capable of until the importance of you came all too clear. You're something that shouldn't belong to anyone else in the world. It's a quick descent down the spiral of violent devotion. His soft gaze usually filled with admiration and sentiment for you hardens, his pupils dilating as fear takes over. He's only acting on behalf of all his anguish, you haven't the heart to condemn him. He's shown you what your heart is worth, couldn't you give him some sort of heaven? He will do very well at whatever it is you ask of him, just wait while he shows you. There isn't anyone else like him he says over and over as if a prayer or spell he could make come true.
ଘ Makarov does not care whether he deserves you or not. Unlike the others who will commit unspeakable acts out of guilt and use their "pure" intentions to purify their actions, Makarov is selfish and relentless in what he wants. He does not flinch at your attempts of control, it's lost the moment he takes you in. He's determined to taste everything you have to offer, whether it's willingly or not. But he does like things to be served on a platter for him, he also has no problem taking it himself. Let the hand on the back of your neck guide you in the direction you are to walk, be docile and you'll surely receive tenderness. He can never deny that he loves the way your lashes flutter as you look through them up at him as he pats your head for being so good. Overtime you might notice small details showing his exterior cracking and revealing the soft, white underbelly of affection. He feels as if his chest caves in from your actions, the subtle red at the tip of his ears. Keep pulling at his neck collar, he'll like that fake sense of control you have.
ଘ You wouldn't ever catch a glimpse of Alejandro's manipulative strategies until he finds someone threatening. Is it wrong you're not seeing enough of other people? His biggest fear is you falling for someone else, the danger of you getting too close to someone is palpable for him. The intimacy you two share is from the harvest he's worked so hard for. He's been slaving away for so long to just let someone else lay a hand on you. He kneads you into what he desires, anything to feel the beating heart in your chest which pumps only for him. He'll keep polishing you until he gets down to the bare essence of you, which he can only dream to capture. The rhythm he wants to feel rushing through his veins, circling throughout his body.
ଘ Rudy's tenderness blinds you as he takes you to what you can only describe to be paradise. With the shining of luxury, all new and just for you he says. He'll press a million sweet kisses on your face before dropping that a most bothersome person will no longer be graced by your presence ever again. To him it's like a quiet act of love, to you, it's unimaginable. Don't worry your head will all the details, isn't it better to have no worries? He's all smooth indulgence telling you to keep looking at the adorned future he has ahead for you, telling you not to pay attention to the blood that stains the walls of the hallways you walk. He would lay out a new, fancy red carpet over the corpses for you to step over and continue in this fabricated dream.
ଘ Phillip knows exactly how to get the best out of you. Can you blame a man for knowing how to get what he wants from you? Let him tease and tug for he knows what every maneuver of his does. The hands that massage your skin don't get dirty, he'll always have others ready and willing to carry out whatever order he gives. It's what he's accustomed to and how he intends to keep it. But the droplets of blood that splatter do not miss his skin. The stain is still there, still under the skin of the thumb he pushes inside of you, feeling around for that bliss. Let his protectiveness clothe your body, he's already blurring the lines between obsessiveness and possessiveness.
ଘ Keegan's eyes will have you coming to a stumbling halt. Asking for something only you know how to give so good. Those erratic eyes that are unpredictable as they are deep, representing the deep dive you have to be holding your breath for. Are you ready to indulge? Because the impact will have you gasping for air, and when you try to take one you'll only swallow a mouthful of carnal desire. He ignites such a heat it's scalding to the touch, you don't know what's happening it's like you lose control. It happens so fast that when it's all over you'll let his lips, from which hot breaths slip through, kiss all over your sweat glistened body. His eyes might be softer and hold it for a while until he's back to the merciless, cold gaze which freezes everyone's else blood, feeling it lump within their veins.
ଘ Let König go on his fast rampages. They're over quick anyways. And afterwards, when he comes back, cradle his head between your thighs his tongue tangling as he stutters out promises to buy you what you wish if only you let him lap at your sweetness until his thoughts are left to reckless abandonment. Let him get what he can't get anywhere else. Call him handsome as your bury your fingers into his hair, your fingertips trailing his jaw and down his neck to where his adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Place kisses on his cheek until he turns his head in one swift motion and captures your lips in a desperate kiss. He wants it all, wants all of you all at once it makes him messy, shaky and weak. But he just wants someone to hold him, rubbing his ears and whispering words of affirmation in his ear.
ଘ Horangi could care less what other's want from him. You're in his viewpoint and he's determined to apply as much pressure as possible to make you bend. The reason he justifies himself with is the lullaby he's lulled to sleep with. Everyone else wants something from him, why shouldn't you? Everyone else is just in the way, he says over and over again, trying to make you focus on his lips instead of the bodies on the floor. With what he's done, he expects a standing ovation from you, nothing but complete adoration and servitude. He's a man who chases after impulses, who knows how long until this candle runs out. For now, ignore the brusque hand and acknowledge the underlying intents. He'll keep this lecherous momentum going until you're feeling faint from the mere touch of his hand.
ଘ Resignation is a trait Nikto works hard to work out of you. Surely, you ought to trust him after all he's done for you. In his mind, he's dedicated such gentle caring to you, you should be grateful. Don't be afraid to take directly out of his hand, he prefers you lose that skepticism. And when you do start to gentle, oh he can never get enough of it. His fingers grazing and gliding over your body at any and every chance he can get. Let him delve deeper into you, it's only natural for him to want to know you better. Every quiver of yours, he feels through the epidermis of his skin. He just knows you that well. His jerking movements shouldn't startle you by now. Maybe if you were more open, you would be telling him what you want. Give him some sort of sign before that spark ignites an unyielding fire. Because to him, that trembling is a sign of a smoldering fierceness waiting to break through.
Reader being the typical mistreated member of the 141 due to Reasons™ (unspecified because I can't come up with anything convincing), maybe being replaced by somebody else who spreads rumours about you.
You start to get sent on less missions, start to be "benched" a lot more.
Your health starts to decline. Early dementia.
You're discharged, sent home feeling the lowest of the low. Maybe you come from a legacy family, a whole family involved in the military so your discharge feels like an even bigger slap in the face, like you failed even more than just yourself.
The days start to blur. Your memories falter.
You meet a nice man one day, one who insists on taking care of you, helping you, paying for any medicine or treatment you need.
Something about him feels familiar, but your brain isn't what it used to be.
He moves you in with him, takes you to Russia with him. The change in scenery is oddly freeing. There's no disappointment or shame when you can't recognize things since you're in a new environment.
Then, one day, your husband gives you a gift. You don't really know who they are, but Vlad says you used to be friends with them.
(Or— Makarov who went after the forgotten member, the discarded soldier, and made you his own.
Makarov who won and captured his enemies, thinking about how best to begin breaking them.
Makarov introducing them to you, knowing you won't recognize them at all at this stage and that it'll destroy them, seeing someone who was supposed to be a part of their "family" not only in enemy clutches, but so ill, not even knowing who they are and what they did to you.
Makarov who uses you as a weapon without you having a single inkling.)
You give him a small, unsure, and timid smile; offering a soft hello in a voice so sweet he wants to wedge it between his teeth and bite down. Sink his cuspids into the curve of your neck and taste the pulse beneath.
He wants to ruin you just like he ruins everything else in the world.
Price built you into a girl desperate enough to take warmth from the first hands that offered. Unfortunately for everyone, Makarov happened to extend his hand first.
Or; Some stones, once thrown, never stop making ripples.
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Content warning: DDDNE, dark content, heavy angst, psychological trauma, graphic depictions of violence, potentially triggering content, depictions of trauma and recovery, hurt/comfort, Stockholm syndrome, suicide attempt, pregnancy/breeding trope, drug use, canon-typical violence, misogyny, found family (eventually), the story gets worse before it gets better- it does get better I promise! I just gotta make you suffer first; reader is a teen and therefore has an immature mindset and is an unreliable narrator
Warnings: Yandere Platonic behavior, Teen! GN! Reader, unhealthy parenting relationship, Russian traditions, invasion of privacy, slight emotional neglect, possessiveness, and violence. Lmk if I missed anything!!!!
A/N: I apologize if there are any spelling mistakes or weird HCs that aren’t blended in. I haven’t slept in two days, lol. Hope you enjoy :).
It’s something Makarov never truly thought of, safe to say. He doesn’t even know how he should feel or what he should think. It’s a big responsibility for a corrupt world. To teach and hold, have the needed patience. If anything, he rarely has that.
But, he’s also never considered or imagined falling in love again.
Upon doing his investigation, looking at your pictures of the past and present, his heart drums. Trembling hands, cold sweat pricking at the back of his neck as he stared at you—imagining just what it’d be like to connect once for all. It’s a rare opportunity that he can have and one that he dearly takes.
Having Makarov as your permanent father is an intricate dilemma. Not only are you an important asset to many of his enemies, but your life is also incredibly busy. Protected and monitored by his very voice, structure, and eyes.
It’s constantly generated with multiple layers of protection; bodyguards repeatedly following you, escorting you to small venues, and barely registering in your annoyed state. In truth, they have to agree to your father’s terms. They have to. The last time someone even huffed at him in demanding to escort you, had ended up with their tongue detached—a choked, gurgle sound only leaving his lips—mimicking just how far Vladimir would go for you.
A trained chauffeur drives you from place to place; from towns, to the mall, and home. You live under an alias, in a town that’s barely heard of, and speak a majority of Russian. It’s all set up for your safety. You should know that. Your father is rightfully paranoid. Anything and everything is out to get you both.
So it’s no surprise he rarely trusts. There’s no one in the whole world he’d allow to take care of you, except for his babushka medestra.
His governess is the same woman who nursed him throughout his childhood. In hopes of doing the same for you. She’s grown into a wise woman, strict and critical—exactly like him—the two obviously work well together. This woman, having been loyal to his family, both during times of priority and misfortune, has earned his deep respect. The first closest thing to family, and now with you, it’s complete. If anything, he’s deeply grateful for that.
Dad! Makarov uses this chance to let her teach you. Test your knowledge. What propaganda have you been fed, especially about him?
She happily assigns you books to read, boring you with constant berating about social media, and how it’ll fry your brain. Educating you about her native language, traditions she can pass down, and respect. Home education is definite– no ifs or buts.
Her word is law and you find yourself respecting that soon enough. Punishments often occur because of her; feeding Vladimir about you, on how well you can be, but also how of a brat you become. Disrespecting her is insulting your father. Breaking her rules, especially when he’s gone, is humiliating the man.
Sure, she’s strict on expectations but your father is much worse. Perhaps the only thing the two of you can peacefully agree on.
Privacy isn’t a thing. Locked doors, even closed ajar, are met with suspicion. Questioned. If you don’t have anything to hide, why must you crave space?
Sure, you use the example of changing into clothes. Illicit activities, or perhaps even just to have a moment to yourself. But, it never helps your case. Dad! Makarov just narrows his eyes, creased in annoyance. Huffs like a buck. Your privacy is his business, as much as it is yours. Begging will certainly do something, after all, you have him wrapped around your finger—a small fine mumbling out, though it never ends up lasting long enough for relief.
His paranoia only gets worse, the more he’s away from you. It’s weird. His average distant and suspicious behavior turns into a hovering, sappy dog. An ego too high to ask but also craving to engage with you.
It’s certainly a surprise the few times he returns home, hearing his loud footsteps echo as he beelines to your bedroom. Barging in, coming inside to sit on your floor, and taking part with your likes. Hobbies. Anything you enjoy doing whilst he is away. The awkward questions, a hummed response when you answer, only to end up watching you in absolute curiosity.
Despite how confining it can be with his quiet demeanor, it’s a rare show of vulnerability. Of care.
It’s also important to mention that Dad! Makarov gets explosive when it gets interrupted. When arriving home, he slugs off his clothes to take a nice, hot shower, and to rinse off the grime. Blood. Everything that reminds him of what he’s doing for a better cause– for you. A rare smile, only seen in the presence of his kid, emerges.
Any of his soldiers around are shooed off. It’s family time, not about work. The simplest of noises, even a boot squelching on the floor, sends him into a fit of rage. One that isn’t pretty to see.
Dad! Makarov isn’t very affectionate– it’s too uncomfortable. Out of his skin. All he’s known is harsh and brutal doings. But, in time, he learns. Slowly, but surely, he eventually grows to become more supportive physically. Especially in times when you need it.
Pats on the back, shoulder rubs, and kisses on the forehead are his main. Hugs are rare, surely uncomfortable for the two of you with his tight body. But, he tries.
Vladimir doesn’t want a pet. The time and patience are something he can barely register for himself, let alone you, to be able to take care of an animal. Plus, he’s iffy about germs. The idea of cleaning up dog slobber, feces, or fur off the floor makes him gag. The idea of uncomfortable smells makes his skin crawl.
But..., if you want one, he will grudgingly agree.
Holding his breath, puffing out his cheek with a loud sigh, when you bring home a stray/or new pet. Despite how large, small, or unique it is—your signature eyes force him to give in. He hates the damn thing, but he can rarely say no to you. But, cutely, he does learn to love the animal; upon finding him asleep with it on his chest, or back-talking it when it squeaks at him.
Despite his heavy strict outlook, he spoils you rotten.
Shopping trips are more of a therapy session for him than it is for you. He clicks his tongue when you stray too far, fingers hooked tight around your hoodie. You are allowed to get whatever you want, at any price as low as and as high as you deserve the best.
Teaches you self-defense. Guiding you on how to move silently, showing you how to track prey, and drawing you into his arms while showing you. To him, affection is sharing likes—thorough command and loyalty—if you wanna know how to shoot a gun, he teaches you. Throw a grenade? He happily exemplifies you in a video clip. But, in every scenario, he will be better. And sometimes, he will sabotage your weapons just so your father can save the day. Even if the gun nearly nicked your ear, kisses are prepped.
Unfortunately, his Russian traditional outlook often prohibits him from understanding certain things; specifically your emotional outlook, and why you may become overwhelmed.
Dad! Makarov doesn’t understand why you’re upset that he’s moving you for the nth time. He’s protecting you, isn’t that what a father should do?
He doesn’t understand the emotional stress. The heavy burden of leaving your said friends for another state, yet again. Abandoning everything you had built emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. All the hard work you out into, just to be ripped out of your hands. More homeschooling with barely any activity of being left alone.
It’s exhausting, but your father is always there for you, isn’t he?
