Text exchange after the media started to go crazy over them dating or a paparazzi photo taken of them making out in an alley (both in superhero uniforms) gets plastered all over the Internet
Below the texting and under the cut are the pics I used in the convo for better readability.
NOOO NO NO NO TAKE IT BACK APOLOGY W TEARS RN
IM SOBBING CRYING DON'T DO THIS TO ME THIS IS A PERSONAL ATTACK(it was delicious, scrumptious wow i love seeing sadness) MAKE IT BETTER OW OW BRING THEM BACK(it was so good i love your writing eating it up yumyumyum) I crave more of them all being platonic (HURT/COMFORT?!??!) plsplspls begging for crumbs in tears ill do anything
Hmmm... I am a slut for hurt/comfort myself...
Task Force + affectionate reader Pt. 3
Pt. 1 Pt. 2
Warnings: HURT/COMFORT, bit of cursing.
The people who smile the most are often the saddest. The people who share the most love often don't feel any towards themselves.
Or: it's your team's turn to show affection
It was one of those days.
One of those days where you didn't have the energy to care about yourself. You were able to keep up with your little routines around base, somehow. But it was dimmed, a matte finish to what was once all shiny and sparkly.
Because it was one of those days.
You always became like this after taking leave for longer than two days. You'd visit your family during that time - or rather, they would come to you as soon as they realized you were at your place downtown and not the barracks - and bombard you with anything they set their minds to.
No matter how grueling your missions were, your family always managed to make you feel even more drained during leave. Their constant demands and mental games, the guilt-tripping and manipulation, always made you feel as if you were walking on eggshells around them.
Tracking down and dismantling human trafficking rings seemed like a walk in the park compared to dealing with them.
You personally tried your best to keep your personal problems away from your work, greeting everyone around you with the same cheery tone, and going about your little routine with the others as usual.
But they had started to notice how your smile didn't reach your eyes, and how you seemed unable to shake off the frown in your brows.
And to avoid unwanted questions that you were too ashamed to answer, you simply chose to distance yourself.
Price shared a look with Ghost, who stood across the room from him, and he shared the same concern in his eyes as they watched you walk into the debrief room
you sat yourself at the back, whereas you'd usually choose to sit in the middle of your team
they immediately knew what was going to happen, you were about to start isolating yourself.
they were having none of that.
Price had always kept a close eye on the family relations of his team members.
it was a security measure, after all, to make sure that not only they weren't targeted by dangerous people, but also to make sure they were no connected in any way to their missions.
but in your case it was different, he monitored your family to make sure they never stayed close to you for too long.
it seemed it hadn't been enough this time, and he saw your haggard state as the consequence of that failure.
he would definitely fix that
he began talking to both Laswell and his superiors to get you one of the smaller houses within base
even though you were unmarried and didn't have any children, he knew it would be impossible for those pesky family members to get close to your home without permission
your parents had managed to talk your landlord into giving them access to your apartment - that would not happen under Price's watch
he would actually blacklist them if he had the chance to do so
he wouldn't let you know he was trying to get you a house, at first - he didn't want you to feel like a burden
but he was not exactly subtle when he began asking what colors you preferred on your walls, if you minded only having a shower head or if you preferred a bathtub, etc
Soap wasn't subtle at all, oh no
boy got you hooked in a one-arm hug for as long as you'd let him
that could be a few minutes or all day long, he didn't mind one bit
endlessly squeezed and smooched on your hairline whenever he caught you lost in thought
definitely the one to (lovingly) manhandle you into a blanket burrito and snuggle you into his lap to watch movies
surprisingly a great cook, he would go all out and cook you whatever your comfort food was
it didn't matter if it was 3 AM
you would be fed, and you could almost taste the love he poured in it
definitely wore a 'kiss the cook' apron to make you giggle and try to get a smooch from you
Gaz is the king of self care
you would not let your skincare/hair routine go under his watch
he would do it for you if you didn't have the energy to do so
he would just sit you on the toilet and he'd take care of all the steps of your skincare routine
if he didn't have all the steps memorized, he definitely had a bulletpoint list of specific instructions to guide himself
same with your hair - trust this man with your hair, you won't regret it, ever
this man had magic hands for scalp massages fight me if you disagree
if you aren't comfortable being nude in front of him, he would simply put a chair in front of the sink like a makeshift hair wash basin and work like that
if you were comfortable being nude in front of him, he would make it into a full-body wash
after working with your hair, he would scrub your body down
every now and then he would massage your tired muscles while telling you how much he appreciated you as both his teammate and his friend
after shower cuddles were a must
you would very likely doze off in his arms while he held you impossibly close to him
Ghost didn't see himself as a person capable of comforting others
but all doubts flew through the window the moment he saw your downcast gaze and a tired hunch of your shoulders
at this point in time, you had become about 80% of the team's moral incentive
of course he knew it was quite unfair to dump all of that on you, he supposed you would have your down days too
but you were part of a team, and no one fought alone - be it terrorist organizations or their own inner demons
he would work alongside Price to get you a new living place
any person trying to ask you stupid and/or unwanted questions would find themselves at the other end of one of his famous death glares
or at the aim of his fist
when you approached him to pat him on the shoulder like always, pretending that everything was all right, he placed his own hand on your shoulder
he looked into your eyes and spoke to you with such sincerity that you were shaken to the core
"...You know that you are just as deserving of love as everyone else, right?"
moments later, you were clutching his middle, with your face buried in his chest while he hugged you tightly
he didn't mind that his shirt felt a little wetter with your tears
he focused on stroking your hair and rubbing your back, while glaring at anyone who dared to look at you questioningly
he would let you hug him until your arms fell off if that's what you needed
more cuddles!!
...he wouldn't mind it too much either if Soap and Gaz joined in a cuddle pile - he pretended to be annoyed, but he thought it felt nice
buck did choose Eddie though that was the whole point of 8x11 😂
Hey nonnie!!!
I know right!! Like that was the entire point of all of 8b - in fact if we wanted to get really into it, we could argue that Buck was choosing Eddie all the way through s8 and that’s why bt broke up in 806 (like Buck was clearly going to take Eddie to that basketball game rather than Tommy and we were shown Buck an Eddie having a massive connection and Tommy being pushed to the side in favour of Eddie am Chris at all turns!!)
But they’ve never going to let canon events get in the way of their delusions so we shouldn’t be surprised!!!
I enjoy how creative you are. You always get new stories when you read a new book.
This came in four days ago, and I've been hoarding it like the little praise gremlin I am, but it seems topical tonight, so I'm gonna share it.
Thank you so much nonnie! And thank you to everyone who enjoys hearing me blather on about my little (and sometimes not so little) what-ifs. Knowing folks like to listen to my ramblings makes me look forward to sharing them.
Okay but like,,, thirsting over kento who probably has a daddy kink…. Thoughts?
Nanami - Daddy
He does, oh fuck, he really really does.
It’s not something he needs nor wishes to hear every time the two of you are intimate but there are those instances where you simply know it’s on his mind before even he does. His thrusts are rougher, his grip on your hips bruising and his jaw set in a harsh line. With a furrowed brow your fingers smooth over the lines, angling his face to meet your blissed out expression and whispering the words he hadn’t known he needed to hear.
“Fuck… daddy! ‘m gonna cum!”
Before you know it, your legs are no longer wound around his waist, instead you’re folded in half with his weight bearing down on the backs of your thighs and your ankles are by your ears. A sinful hiss in your ear, teeth scraping the shell and the orgasm that was impending washes over you with an almighty crash.
Kento fucks you through it, barely slowing his pace as the wet pap of his thighs against your ass increases, your arousal wetting both your groin and his, and you know he’s lost to that primal desire that sleeps like a dragon in its lair.
“Daddy’s perfect girl, taking me so well. Let daddy fill you up just like you deserve.”
i don’t have any thing thots cause he makes my brain empty
he’s so gentle, so warm, smiley; just so happy. his hands running all over you as he holds you close to his chest, your legs planted either side of his thighs after being scooped up from the carpet. getting you to taste the whisky on his tongue, shot-gunning smoke past your parted lips. hand heavy on the back of your neck as his other hand grips your hip, guiding your hips down against his cock
