#Gaz x reader

[yourstrulyrani]

being the oldest daughter in an ethnic household has been taking a little toll on me lately so let us indulge in roommate!gaz shall we

roommate!gaz who loves to spend his evenings with you in the living room watching whatever you put on the tv. you've currently had this obsession with shows about the military because of gaz, but he absolutely hates the inaccuracy in them. he'll make an occasional comment like "this guy has some magic gun, shooting all these rounds but hasn't reloaded once." on the bright side, he's watching these shows with you and he would never complain about that.

roommate!gaz who does that thing dads do when you say you like a certain food/snack and then buys them in bulk the next time he heads to the store. he said he was getting "nothing much. just some eggs and milk" when he was leaving. but when he walks into the apartment an hour later, you turned out it was a lie. he unloads the groceries and then several packs of your favorite snack. he offers you a warm smile, "you said you liked these a lot the other day, thought i'd buy some for ya."

roommate!gaz who comes back from deployment with trinkets for you always. his work is global and he is never in one country for too long, so there'd be no better way to spend his time around the world than taking the time to get you something. he loves seeing your reactions at the trinkets he brings, your hands holding the little object carefully and your eyes wide in fascination.

roommate!gaz who loves to brag to the 141 boys about how "phenomenal" his roommate is. he talks about how he thinks your job is so cool, how your hobbies are so interesting, and how your personality is enough to brighten his mood after a rough day. subconsciously, he's just listing the reasons he's in love with you. the boys know that he's smitten, but they wouldn't dare to bring it up until he realizes it for himself.

[captainpriceslilwife]

Thinking about Gaz trying to hit on insecure!reader at the bar, but he's oblivious to the fact that she's self-conscious until he starts talking to her. And for the first time in his life, he gets turned down...and he's never been more attracted to anyone in his life.

Maybe you were all on your own bc your friends abandoned you, or maybe you showed up on your own in an attempt to be flirted with. But once you got there you felt too insecure to look anyone in the eye, so you've kept your gaze locked on your drink since you arrived.

Maybe Gaz sees you - a pretty bird - all on your own and looking sad. It doesn't even cross his mind that you could be insecure, after all, you're gorgous. But you've never seen yourself that way.

So when he finally works up the courage and gets a bit of encouragement from his team, he slinks up next to you and turns on the charm, like he always does with women.

But it doesn't work out like he planned.

There's no blushing smiles and bashful giggles coming from you. Only a blank, surprised stare and tensed muscles. You even look around like you think he's talking to someone else.

I mean, he couldn't possibly be hitting on you, right? It must be some kind of joke, or prank, or...something. Someone that handsome would not be interested in someone like you. And your concerns are only confirmed when he glances over his shoulder and gets a thumbs-up and a wide, toothy grin from some idiot with a mohawk.

He thinks maybe he's just making you nervous, but when you flinch when he calls you 'beautiful', he knows he's done something wrong. He just doesn't know what.

Of course, it's not his fault. He doesn't know how many times you've been asked out as a joke...or a prank...or a dare. Nobody's ever made a genuine effort to be with you. And he's struck a chord in you hard enough to make you have to swallow against the lump forming in your throat.

"You think it's funny to go up to random girls and make fun of them?" Your trembling voice speaks up as you cling to your drink, trying to seem tough even as the tears build in your eyes.

"Make fun-?" He doesn't even get to finish voicing his confusion before you're standing up, staring down at his brown, puppy-dog eyes with the firmest glare you can muster despite your tears.

"You might be this...this handsome guy, but that doesn't mean you can be mean!" You stutter out as you gather up your purse clumsily, like you're desperate to get away from him...which you are...even if he is the hottest man who has ever talked to you.

"Love, I wasn't making fun of you-" He desperately tries to salvage the situation as he watches in horror as your tears begin to roll down your cheeks, but you quickly snap back. "Oh, save it! You...you asshole!" You seem to hesitate for a moment before you grip your drink tightly and splash it into his face, but he can tell by the immediate guilt lacing your features that you regret your choice.

Before either of you can say anything else, you gather your purse and practically sprint to the exit. But in your hurry, you don't realize you've left behind your wallet - which Gaz picks up once he's broken himself out of the shock you've left him in.

He returns to his table - slightly dazed and dripping with strawberry daquiri as he stares down at your I.D., completely lost in thought as he studies the small picture of your face smiling sweetly at the camera. It looks nothing like the gorgeous woman he saw sitting at the bar - you looked...different, on your license. Not ugly, per se, but you were certainly more awkward when that picture was taken. You just hadn't come into yourself quite yet, and he can already picture how people must've been treating you when you looked like that. And it finally clicks for him.

You genuinely thought he was just teasing you, like you've probably always been teased. But this time, you had enough confidence in yourself to at least tell him to fuck off, even if you did it with tears in your eyes.

Ghost's voice breaks through the barrier first, with a gruff "fuck was tha' about?"

"Aye, what'd ye say to tha poor lass?" Soap's concern quickly follows, his head craning to look out the window as he watches you scurry down the dark street with tears in your eyes. "Couldnae be good from tha' look on her bonnie face."

Their words barely register in Gaz's mind, especially when he's too focused on the way his heart is pounding against his ribs as he tears his eyes away from your picture. "I think I just met the love of my life."

"What?"

[stargildedskies]

Missionary with your fav military man, but his dog tags keep tapping you in the face, causing you to giggle. He scoffs and nips at you playfully before taking the chain in his teeth and thrusting even harder, fucking you up the bed in punishment

[ghouljams]

Being the favorite sex worker of any of the 141 must go crazy

It's certainly interesting. Having one regular is good but five? And they pay well for discretion? Oh, it's fantastic, you're willing to put up with a lot for a good-looking man that pays well and fucks better.

Nikolai, of course, found you first. Not one for picking up random girls when they can be so touchy. You know his type well, the sort that wants exactly what they want and don't take kindly to deviation. You sit at his feet and play pet, sucking his cock and providing more warmth than he can find in the cockpit of a helicopter. You don't ask questions when he stinks of gunpowder and oil, or look twice at the tattoos that even an untrained eye could tell were prison made. You simply sit on his lap while he murmurs to you, all hard consonants softened by a tongue that's still wet with your slick, and mewl when he finally fills you with that fat cock.

Which is exactly how he brought you John. Another man who has no time to look for what he can easily pay for. A gentleman in certain aspects, a monster in others. You prefer when Nik brings him along, enjoying the soothing that the Russian gives you after John spanks you raw, but he's not awful alone. Violent delights, is how you would describe him. He likes a fight, enjoys pinning you down while you struggle and gasp, slapping your face when you gag on his cock, spitting in your mouth. Another type you know all too well, a man with perfect control and no outlet for the tumultuous waters that churn beneath the surface. At least he cleans you up afterwards, drops an extra few hundred on your nightstand for each bruise he leaves. You could cover your rent off one session with him, guilt is always a fantastic money maker.

With John's introduction you find three more soldiers slipping into your rotation. Kyle comes, sheepish, and you can't imagine he has any trouble finding partners to play with. Those soft brown eyes and the slight tilt of his brows when he asks what you do. You almost feel bad taking his money, worried you're sullying some poor awkward virgin. Until he's got you pinned to the bed, drooling over the way he fucks your ass and pulls your hair, spilling absolutely sinful words over your skin. Nobody talks to you like that, like a man who's had years to build up the words, and plenty of practice draping them over partners until he found exactly what would make them clench up. He's the first of them to kiss you, a quick peck on your cheek when he leaves. He sends you flowers afterwards, and you laugh to yourself reading the card that asks when he can see you again.

Johnny comes with toys. You appreciate the thought, but you have your own. You fuck him until he's a babbling mess, shaking and pulling the sheets out from the corners of the mattress with the way he tries to hide the flush on his cheeks. It's sort of cute, red to the tips of his ears, blush creeping down his chest to color his cock. It's always a conversation with this one, never the same scene twice. Costumes, role playing, ropes and toys. You're certainly never bored with Johnny. The only consistency is him fucking you in the shower afterwards, tired and content as he slaps his hips against your ass, his lips locked to the pulse in your neck and his breath sighing out of him. He tells you once that he's checking things off his list, "wanna try everthin'." You think he watches too much porn, but he pays you every time he goes to confessional, so you don't mind.

Simon... Well, the first time you meet him, he'd tagged along with Johnny, sat in the armchair opposite the bed and watched. He's delicate for being a big, mean looking fucker. You'd been a bit worried what he was interested in, you learn to be careful in your line of work, avoid masked strangers and men that are too big for anyone's own good. You'd almost turned him down. He still hasn't fucked you. He books the whole night with you and spends the entire time between your legs. Licking and sucking at whatever he can get his mouth on; a heavy arm draped over your stomach to keep you in place once you start squirming with overstimulation. He likes feeling useful, you think. Another type you know all too well, too much of the world on his shoulders to relax outside of your rooms. You pet his head and praise him just to watch him stiffen and melt between your thighs. He's a good boy, and the most reliable orgasm you can schedule. You would wonder what happened to make him keep himself so covered when he's around you, but you're just a whore.

And you know your role as well as you know theirs.

[clancycatears]

gaz knows he’s pretty, but he loves it even more when you tell him so.

it was a perfect saturday morning, a rare occasion where you and kyle finally got days off of your professions. so that meant sleeping in ungodly amounts of hours tangled in each other’s limbs.

it was just a quarter to 11 am when you both finally stirred. he hummed, opening his eyes to find you already looking at him. his lips split into a gentle smile. “mornin’, lovie.”

your hands reach up to frame his face in your palms, and you mirror the smile he gave you. “good morning, pretty boy,” you murmur, peppering his face in the softest of smooches.

heat rose to his cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears, a slow sigh exiting his nostrils as he accepted your affection, eyes shutting so he could only think of your kisses. “your pretty boy.”

he listens as you snicker quietly, his smile widening. “mm. my pretty boy,” you correct yourself, before pressing a lingering kiss to his lips.

nudging his forehead against yours, he inhaled a nose full of your scent, and returned your kiss with his own. “can we have waffles today?”

“of course we can, handsome.” another rush of heat to his face. he pecks your lips once more, before you both roll out of bed to start brunch together.

but of course, it’s your day to treat him. after he pulls out the bacon and lays them out in strips on the baking sheet, he turns to you. “anything else i can do, sweet’art?”

“just sit there n’ look pretty f’me, love.”

so he hops onto the counter, looking to you with heart eyes as his legs dangled and kicked like a giddy child.

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© clancycatears 2025. do not copy, steal, translate, or feed my works to ai.

[agoraphxnics]

fem!afab!reader

wandering into a cave to seek shelter from the storm only to come across a slumbering dragon!price. he’s massive with radiant golden scales. you freeze, adrenaline shooting through your chest and piercing your ears. you slowly back away, trying not to wake the beast, when your back crashes into a thick wall of flesh. you look up to see another dragon!gaz blocking your exit.

“hmm, what do we have here?”

you face him, stepping backwards to make some distance. gaz isn’t as large as price, but his red scales still intimidate you to no end.

“i-i’m sorry, i didn’t know this cave was occupied. i was just cold and needed a place to hide! i-i can leave and never come back!”

a grumbling resounds from behind you. it shakes the ground you stand on, making you shake from more than just the frigidness. a third dragon!soap appears, picking you up in claws and bringing you to his piercing yellow eyes and green-scaled maw. “poor li’l sapphire. didnae know this was a dragon’s nest?”

you curl in on yourself. “n-no! i swear! please don’t eat me! i promise i meant no harm!”

gaz laughs, stomping forward to look at you closer. his maw is so close—just one sharp exhale, and you’d be a pile of ash. “trinket, we won’t hurt you. you’re too cute to eat.”

“ye. we only want tae play with you a bit,” soap adds, using his other paw to ‘gently’ pat your head. it jolts your whole body.

you sniffle. “what do you mean?”

“mating season.” from the darkness, a fourth dragon!ghost appears. he’s taller than the two, all black scales and authority. you gasp, eyes widening.

“si!” soap scolds.

at the same time, gaz says, “don’t scare her even more than she already is!”

the former huffs. “why waste time when we can get to the point?”

gaz pulls away slightly to give you space, but his gaze still holds yours with intensity. “look, trinket. we dragons mate in autumn, and you caught us at the right time. if you help us, we’ll reward you handsomely.”

“john has quite the hoard,” soap continues, “and he’d be willing to give ye whatever ye need to live comfortably for the rest of your life.”

“all we ask is that you let us breed you,” gaz finishes.

you gulp, the adrenaline now pooling somewhere else. somewhere wet and hot. the idea of four dragons fucking you makes you keen, thighs pressing together unconsciously.

“but how would this work?” you ask, looking over at ghost’s underbelly. from a slit on his abdomen, you can see two large cocks starting to poke out, and from the heads alone, they each look just as big as you.

the three chuckle, and soon a fourth voice joins in on the laugh. price finally makes a move, standing up and walking over to fully cage you in soap’s palm.

“oh, treasure,” he rumbles amusedly, “dragons can shapeshift. we wouldn’t want to break you, would we, boys?”

the three grunt in response.

you feel awed by their power, and when you don’t respond, price barks out an order. “kyle. simon. johnny. show my treasure what i mean.”

soap places you back on the rocky floor. suddenly, the sound of cracking and contorting echoes through the cave. and before you know it, three massive humanlike men stand before you. sharp horns protrude from their heads, human flesh surrounds random patched of scales, and their backs sport gigantic wings and a tail. most importantly, however, they are naked and proudly presenting two scaly cocks between their legs, tips weeping with seed.

in that moment, any doubts or reasoning went out the window. drool ran past your lips, and your tongue quickly followed to lap it up.

soap laughed, crouching in front of you to caress your face. “li’l sapphire likes what she sees.”

“does that mean we can ‘ave ‘er?” ghost grumbled, claws moving to fist his aching cocks.

gaz sneaks behind you and whispers in your ear, “it’s up to her.”

you take them in, lustful eyes raking over their faces, their bodies, their everything, desperate to find out what pleasure they’ll give you. craning your neck up to where price still towers over you all as a dragon, you call, “can i see you, too?”

a contented sound leaves price’s throat as he shifts into a burly man just as aching as his pack mates. he stalks to you, those eyes still gleaming like the apex predator he very much is, and he turns you to face him. “well? are you pleased with your mates?”

you nod.

the four of them purr, finally putting their hands on you.

“good treasure. now just sit there and look pretty for us. we’ll take good care of you.”

writing smút is hard >_< maybe i’ll continue this one day but for now enjoy dragons bc they hot asf

[lay-z]

thinking about Kyle brat taming me after being away on deployment because I forgot how to act while he was away 😩

People like to underestimate how much of a brat tamer Kyle is, and unlike his Captain—he fucking loves it. Thrives on it, actually.

Even in his exhaustion, he'd find the energy to immediately put you back in your place as soon as he comes through the door of your shared flat.

Fuck dinner, fuck a proper shower (he had one at the barracks before making his way home anyway)—his hazel eyes zeroe in in you as soon as he steps foot into the living room. Meanwhile, he's recalling every bratty text or voice message he's received from you while he was away.

You don't even have any time to react before he lunges at you.

"Not so bloody cocky now, are we, sweetheart?" he croons into your ear while he's tying up your hands with his belt.

[gloomwitchwrites]

I swear not a naughty one but I love your writing and takes so

Part one, demanding the boys lay on your that extra warm weighted blanket squish

Part two, same shit but demanding to lay on the boys because you can be a good weighted blanket to!!

I could make this naughty (but I was good and controlled myself)

Gaz eases onto his knees before stretching out over you, tucking his arms at your sides to do more of a cuddle/squish. Always gentle and careful with you. When you demand to be the weighted blanket, Gaz immediately has his arms outstretched and wiggling with eagerness.

Soap takes a running leap before throwing himself at you. He won’t flop onto you (because he doesn’t want to hurt you) but next to you before snatching you up. When you demand to be the weighted blanket, Soap scoops you up, and while you’re in his arms, falls onto his back with you atop him.

Ghost will absolutely become a dead weight and fall on you. When you demand to be the weighted blanket he accepts, tolerates it for about five minutes, and then promptly flips your over to make himself the weighted blanket.

Price becomes the weighted blanket with a groan and a mumble about his “bad back.” When you demand to be the weighted blanket, Price accepts with a groan and a mumble about his “bad back.” (He’s an old man, okay!)

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[goatgoesmbe]

Imagine being stuck with Gaz in a small room, hiding at some enemy's base after accidentally triggering the alarm.

The comm was busted and there was no possible escape- especially when you both heard some yelling from the outside.

The building is gonna go down.

You were so sure both of you were gonna die, so you started panicking- and rambling confession after confession- about things you couldn't tell him before.

"I was the one who stole your pudding, not Soap"

"I was the one on laundry duty that day, i ruined your shirt"

"And i'm sorry you got toilet cleaning duty that time- it should have been me, but i bailed and framed everything on you"

"I was in a hurry so i used your toothbrush one time because i couldn't find mine- and it fell to the toilet"

And you kept rambling and rambling-

While Gaz was smiling.. the edge of his lips twitching with a slight irritation at each of your confessions.

But you weren't the only one with a secret.

He had a confession too-

"I love you"

[sidemari]

• Aftercare •

Short headcanons about how they treat you after sex.

Characters included: John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Keegan P. Russ, König and Simon "Ghost" Riley [separately] x GN!Reader

Mari's notes: Let me know if any of you want me to write for other COD characters. My requests are open.

John "Soap" MacTavish

After taking care of your basic needs, such as hydration, cleansing and reassurance, Soap will offer a “movie session”, in which you would watch something lighthearted together while exchanging caresses, kisses and confessions.

As the movie begins, he pulls you into his chest, where you feel the calm beating of his heart against your ear. His hands don't stay still — they slide calmly down your back, sometimes intertwining with yours, other times just stroking your hair or your shoulders.

The confessions come quietly, as he shares funny memories, details of his daily life, and even his most intimate thoughts — the ones he usually hides behind the facade of a playful soldier.

"This protagonist has jokes as bad as yours." You laughed, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Are you implying that my sense of humor is lame? Because if you really are..." He squeezed your cheek playfully, but his gaze was more intense, with a mischievous smile. You smiled, feeling the tension increase. 

"Oh, the character's is. But I can't deny that you have a special talent for bad jokes." You murmured, and the tone of your voice became lower, loaded with a slight but present desire.

"Come here, I still need you." He moved closer, the heat of his body enveloping yours, and his lips found yours again, but this time with more urgency and more intensity. Maybe criticizing his jokes was the best choice you made that night.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick 

Words of affirmation! Expect this man to offer you, in addition to his comforting presence, all the reassurance you could possibly need after a night of intense sex.

You are the most precious person to him and he makes sure you know it. 

After taking care of you with patience and dedication, he creates a small refuge just for the two of you. The room is softly lit, the temperature is cozy, and everything around you seems to slow down. He remains attentive to every detail: he covers you with a light blanket, fixes your hair so it doesn't bother you, checks if you are warm and relaxed. 

In silence, he gets your favorite drink and a snack — something he knows will do you good — and sits next to you, watching you with affection. You realize, even without words, that in that moment he is completely present, completely devoted to the mission of taking care of you as he cuddles you in his arms and murmurs vows of love and devotion.

"You were so good to me..." He'd murmur against your lips before pulling you into a tender kiss. "Let me spoil you a little before you fall asleep."

You smiled, the warmth of his kiss spreading through your body, feeling yourself enveloped by both the softness and the intensity of the moment. When he pulled away, his eyes were shining, as if he were giving in to the desire to take care of you.

Time passed, between caresses and whispers, as the outside world disappeared and all that mattered was each other's presence. When Gaz pulled you back into a tight hug, you let yourself be enveloped by his warmth, your body relaxing completely.

"Rest... I'll take care of everything."

Keegan P. Russ

Despite being very reserved, he is extremely protective. 

He will always make sure to make you comfortable: whether it is by covering your body with a soft blanket, massaging any sore spots with unusual mastery or even just cuddling you tightly while you recover your energy. 

Even with the tiredness weighing down his muscles, he doesn't think about sleeping before making sure you're okay. His fingers gently run along your hips, precisely exploring most sensitive spots as a way to tease you — even if slightly. The pressure is firm, careful, as if he already knows every inch of you — as if he wants, with that touch, to convey all the love he feels for you.

Despite the rigidity that the world demands of him, with you he allows his shoulders to relax. From time to time, even in moments when everything seems calm, he squeezes you a little tighter, as if confirming to himself that you are there.

“It tickles…” You murmured against his neck as he traced circles with his fingertips against the skin of your hip. He smiled, amused by your statement. 

“You are so precious.” 

“Do you say that because you are trying to make me laugh or because you really think so?” You asked, your voice soft, but with a hint of teasing. You felt the warmth of his breath against your skin, his smile still vibrating through your body like a gentle wave. Your eyes closed for a moment, savoring the feeling of closeness before he answered.

"I say this because, to me, you are more than precious." He kissed the top of your head. "And you are all I want to keep close."

König

He reassures you of your consent and safety every single time he has sex with you for having sex with him can be overwhelming at times, due to his high stamina and the size difference between you two.

König finds it essential to make sure that everything that happened was consensual and that you enjoyed every second of it: even after the peak of physical surrender, he doesn't pull away. On the contrary — it's as if, after all this, the bond between you becomes even stronger. He makes sure you're okay, observing every detail: your breathing, the sparkle in your eyes, the relaxation of your muscles. Nothing escapes his attention.

He has a habit of drawing baths so that you can prolong the emotional connection you both developed for longer: he will take his time taking care of you while the candles perfume the room and he cleans your skin with slow, respectful movements but full of contained desire. This step usually leads to another round of sex, this time calmer but no less intense. 

“Do you want to wear one of my shirts, liebling?” He asked, resting his chin on your head as he hugged you from behind. 

“I would love to.” 

“You look so cute in it.” He offered you his favorite shirt for you to change into. You took it with a shy smile, smelling his scent impregnated in the fabric — a mix of woody soap and something uniquely his that was impossible to name. 

“You’ll end up keeping it inside your wardrobe forever, right?” He asked with a half smile, watching as you dressed it.

“Maybe…”

Simon "Ghost" Riley 

When you first started having occasional encounters, he was relatively cold and reserved after sex, never staying with you until dawn nor even attending to any of your needs diligently. Over time, after you became his partner, he allowed himself to be a little vulnerable and then began to provide you with aftercare. 

If he notices any sign of discomfort, whether physical or emotional, he responds with simple actions: he fetches fresh water and offers it directly into your hands, as a gesture of intimate care. He brings a warm, damp cloth, cleaning your skin patiently, preventing any feeling of vulnerability from turning into disconnection.

If the exhaustion is more emotional than physical, he adapts. He doesn't force conversation, he doesn't wait for words: he just stays there, laying next to you, allowing you to rest your head on his chest as his fingers, now more confident, massage your back with a steady rhythm, gently bringing you back to yourself.

The first morning you woke up with him still by your side was a surprise: his dark blond hair was messy, his voice was deliciously hoarse and his still naked body in intimate contact with your own body.

"Simon...?" You murmured sleepily, almost incredulous to see him still by your side. 

"That would be me." He'd say as he caressed your hair with affection before putting it behind your ear.

“I… thought I was dreaming for a second.”

“If it is a dream... then don't wake me up."

Your heart clenched slightly, a sense of belonging finally taking over you after months — you had finally gained his trust and unconditional love. So you closed your eyes, leaned your forehead against his, and let the silence say what words still couldn't.

[chaosundcoffee]

HERE ME OUT GUYS. Reader moves in to be a caretaker for the 141. Cooks, cleans, domestic shit. Y'know. Anyway. Lots of slow burn. Slowly helps each one let off some steam *wink wink*. They all find out. There can be some angst. They accept it. Free use reader as she does domestic shit. Like imagine it. Cockwarming price as he talks to the boys about mission details. Sitting patiently on your knees for the boys as they do paperwork. Could be poly141

[thatssofruity9]

What about the boys with an alt girl though?

Cw: there are a few physical descriptions used for said alt girls in question but only when it was necessary.

Authors note: This is not self insert and as matter a of fact I’m not even sure why you brought it up! ㋛ She’s lying

F!reader X The CoD boys

Gaz: is dating a fully gothic woman, somewhere between romantic goth and traditional goth. Elvira meets morticia Addams. Not so much a tattoo kinda girl just red lipstick, floor length black dresses with bell sleeves and a corset. Gaz had been mildly afraid of her ever since he caught her talking to a ghost In their kitchen. He’s never noped out of a conversation quicker in his life. He likes to tell people she “speaks in riddles” ie she quotes Edgar Allan Poe sometimes. When they went on holiday he took her to the Cologne Cathedral because who wants to have a relaxing margarita on the beach when you can take your girlfriend to a 600 year old creepy building instead?

Soap: she’s not so much of an alternative girl as she is just a witch. The phrase “stop touching my altar” is probably the most commonly heard sentence in their house. Tattoos, funky hairstyles, hoards of jewelry, long flowing skirts are how just about everyone would describe her. She talks to the moon, Johnny doesn’t really understand why but he does ask “What did she say?” When his sweetheart comes back inside. She has slowly taught him the original folk tales and histories of every holiday, custom and tradition. Johnny has learned that deep down everything is spooky just like his girl. Halloween at their house is THE place to be.

Ghost: big scary man and his Kawaii girlfriend, a tale as old as time. The double takes people do when they go in public together are hilarious. She’s quite literally the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. Of course, their entire house is pastel pink which he really couldn’t care less about. His lovely woman does tend to edit pictures of him to fit her Instagram aesthetic though and he’s not too sure how he feels about the pink glitter filter She uses on every photo. The amount of her pretty pink clothes he’s turned into a mess because he simply doesn’t know how to do laundry correctly is outrageous. She’s had to learn the hard way that Simon just won’t wear the clothes she buys him if they’re pink, he will however take the pink Hello Kitty lunchbox she got him every single day to work.

Price: Similar to Ghost they get funny looks in public but only because what do you mean that heavily tattooed woman is his wife? There are very few parts of her body that aren’t covered, from her neck down to her feet. Kind of an artsy grungy style, overalls and Doc Martens are the usual. The real kicker of it all is how similar their taste in music is, divorced dad rock all the way, baby! That kind of music was made specifically for old men and pretty women with thick eyeliner. John damn near had a heart attack when she just went and got his name tattooed but she just has so many that she didn’t even think twice before getting it done. She’s the kind of girl that says things like “I want your leg bone when you die” with 100% sincerity, John is scared of very little, but the way she says that with a little bit of excitement in her eye is well… a little jarring.

[arabellasfvv]

Will y'all hear me out on lawyer Gaz black mailing you after you hook up, and he wants more but you don't??

[sirenmoth]

wrote this in like 20 minutes from this prompt by @goatgoesmbe (written on phone)

Any tf member x reader with a meddling Johnny who can and will steal you the second the opportunity arises

The second Johnny found out you and your man had an argument he pounced. It was an accident he even found out in the first place, your partner was being very careful and tight lipped about the whole situation, only bringing it up to another member of the task force in secret asking advice on the, to him, a very minor thing but to Johnny? It was major, grounds to dive in and take their sweet bird from them.

It started small, planting little seeds of if he thought this was a minor problem how would he react to a major problem, giving his brother in arms luvie a shoulder to cry on and a ear to listen to your worries, never overstepping nor overbearing, just there when you need him.

And your man noticed, how could he not?

When you asked how Johnny was doing, accompanying him to the pub with the rest of them after a mission, talking with the Scotsman’s about anything and everything. To you it was a friendship, to your partner, an inconvenience. Watching how the Sergeant was trying to meddle with his and yours affairs, he already made one slip up and now he can’t risk another.

He won’t risk giving Johnny more ammunition to try and take you from him.

Because John Mactavish is a dog, a rabid dog that will sink his teeth in anything, even if he has to fight someone for it, even if that someone is a person he considers his own brother.

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(Arranged marriage to duke john price except it means you married four instead of one 👁️👁️)

Your marriage to Duke Price is one out of necessity: you need a husband before high society begins rumoring you to be a barren woman and too old to be married off, and Duke Price needs a wife who is able to take on Duchess duties of his duchies.

You do not expect love, though you suppose it’d be a nice bonus. You are merely glad that Duke Price is a reasonable handsome man, and he informs you on your wedding night that he will not force himself on you, and there is no need to immediately begin attemtping for an heir.

You take admirably to your new duties, have been raised practically for this purpose though the head butler Kyle is wonderful in helping you as well- actually all the servants have been wonderful towards you. You have regular dinners with John, though they are a bit stilted but at least Chef Johnny’s food is good enough you can easily forget the tense atmosphere. You can tell your husband is hiding something- you are sometimes barred from going to his office to him, certain rooms are not allowed for you, and you are not allowed anywhere near the letters addressed to him- but as long as it isn’t hurting you, why should you bother him? So you never ask, and he seems happy enough that you don’t.

Until you accidentally stumble upon him and Duke Riley exchanging tongues. Very heatedly, hands grasping and tugging on each other’s clothes and Duke Riley sat on your husband’s desk.

It’s hot.

What’s not so hot is the way they both look at you when they realize you are there. You stutter, face a red so fierce it’d put a furnace to shame, and bolt out of the room despite hearing John call your name.

And you also skip out on the dinners for now, pretending you are sick with the help of your maids and their makeup skills.

But suddenly, it’s like your eyes have been opened. It’s not just Duke Riley who seems to hold a part of your husband’s heart; the one time you gather enough courage to maybe go speak with John and address the situation, you see Kyle stumbling out all disheveled and flushed, though he has a very satisfied air around him. He freezes when he sees you, and your jaw drops.

“My lady-“

“I- I’ll just- I’m taking a walk! Alone!”

You go to the kitchens instead, hoping that Johnny would have something delicious you can eat. Maybe something cold enough to wash away the blush on your cheeks.

Johnny is weirdly silent, however, even as he whips up chocolate mousse for you. His silence is not normal, it feels… almost guilty…

You sighs, take in a deep breath, and gather your dress. “Johnny… are you too…-?”

“Aye, m’lady. But-“

You can’t take it anymore. You leave the kitchens, and go straight back to your bedroom to bury your face in your bed. It’s not as if you are upset! It’s just- a rather befuddling situation?

Two nights later, it’s John himself who comes to you. You had assumed it was one of your maids returning with a new jar of oil for your nightly hair routine, but it’s your husband. You are glad it’s winter, and you aren’t simply in a thin nightgown.

“Wife.” He says, voice steady yet strained.

“John.”

You can’t call him husband. You’ve spent the last two days thinking and you were… rather sad. You were in the way of whatever they had (you saw Kyle and Johnny kissing, Johnny specifically sending food addressed to Duke Riley), weren’t you?

John sighs, sitting down on the settee while you remain on your vanity. After a moment of awkward silence, he opens his eyes and looks at you. “…what do you want to remain silent about this?”

You blink, raising an eyebrow. “…huh?”

John’s fists clench. “How much do you want in return for your silence?”

Frowning, you set your brush down and fully turn to him even if you feel exposed despite your thicker nightgown. “Is this about your… partners?” You say the word delicately, then shake your head. “I want nothing, John. If you are worried about me starting anything, I won’t. I just… hope this doesn’t mean you will divorce me?”

Being a divorced woman might as well be a death sentence on its own.

He looks at you, shocked into silence, and you quickly explain; his relationships have nothing to do with you and you aren’t a petty woman, who are you to come between what he and they have? You only hope this won’t take away the protection this marriage gave you.

That night, thus, you and John reach an agreement you are sure both of you are satisfied with.

Except, months later, John is no longer satisfied.

With the ice broken between the two of you. The dinners have become so much more… relaxing and comfortable, far less than they had been. No secrecy was needed when you were around anymore, and you only giggle and look away, feigning innocence when they share tender kisses between one another… and the less polite kisses.

John can’t remain satisfied with this arrangement. You are such a sweet thing, now that he’s become to know you far better. He can see the way his men are looking at you now, something between fondness and hunger and want; Kyle helps you far more often now, despite your insistence that you can do it yourself. Even when you do it yourself, he stays by you and ensures you are comfortable.

And he joins your evening walks, arms looped as the two of you speak, laughing and giggling.

It’s similar to your late night chats with Johnny, where he plies your full of sweets and desserts until even your dreams are full of sweeter kisses you are sure will never be for you. Johnny, who cooks your favorites on hard days and who you heard from Kyle is even more serious about only having the best of the best in vegetables and meats and seasonings.

And Duke Riley… for all his stoicism, he is gentle with you. Even when he’d stared at you with doubt and mistrust, no doubt believing you to be lying to John and simply waiting for the shoe to drop and for you to ruin them. Yet it never happens, and now, during the galas you attend all dolled up on John’s arm and ignoring all murmurs about still having no children, you even dance with him and giggle at his terribly dry jokes, even share a few of your own with him.

Steadily, slowly, obliviously, John has watched each of his men fall for you. This, obviously, made you theirs. It made you his, more and more than you already were.

It’s why your current request is making him clench his glass in his hand, with Kyle looking on in displeasure as well, giving him subtle glances.

“-So that’s why I was asking, John,” you remain sweetly oblivious, adorned in a pretty dress Simon had gotten for you recently. “He will not spread any rumors, I’ll personally make sure of that-”

Your cheeks darken then, and you glance away. “I- I am… merely a bit- unsatisfied, if you understand my point. And the stable man is loyal to you, he wouldn’t say anything.”

It’s clear he needs to keep a better watch over you. Where and when did you even interact with his stable boy, Graves? Though he focused on your words.

Unsatisfied.

Well, he can’t have that, can he? You’ve done your wifely duties so admirably, it’s about time he took care of you as well… and maybe dealt with the baseless barren rumors as well. A baby would keep you nice and content and focused on them alone, wouldn’t it?

Oh yes. Yes, it would.

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Part two

[halfadiamond]

Finding Out You’re Pregnant with Twins

💎 Part of the !President Price Series

💎 It is so hard to write the dialogue for Soap (like his accent), I tried and I gave up 😭 if you guys know of any writers who write it well/ have tips plz lmk bcuz I’m considering just writing the dialogue as normal for all

You missed your period that was the first sign that something was amiss. At first you chalked it up to stress, you and Price had been visiting different countries for a while now with the men following right behind you.

That could be why. It’s just because we’ve been gone for so long.

You thought to yourself, laughing silently, as you headed off to go see what Price and the guys were up to.

It wasn’t until near the end of your trip that you noticed that your period still hadn’t come. And now you were starting to feel nauseated, especially when waking up in the morning. It’s been three times since the men have been greeted to you, puking into the toilet in the morning, something was definitely going on.

Maybe Gaz knew something that you didn’t as he left one day without telling anyone where he was headed to. Only to come back later in the afternoon with a shopping bag as he gently urged to go to the bathroom, handing you the bag.

When looking into the bag, all that greeted you was two pregnancy test boxes. It couldn’t be that you were pregnant right? Of course, you were ovulating a few weeks before you guys headed off on foreign visits but… all of you guys forgot the basics of baby making… unprotected sex.

You didn’t want to believe it, but you had to know and if it was positive…

No.

You thought as you took the test out and began reading the instructions.

I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Maybe it’s negative. It’s just the stress of being gone for too long.

You were silently fighting in your mind as you took the test.

You waited a while, pacing around the small bathroom until you heard the test beep. You grabbed the test and took a peek at the results.

—

Meanwhile all of the men were sitting at the couch. Price was checking in with his Vice, making sure everything was going smoothly back home while the others chose to watch a movie, opting to try and not worry about the possibility of you being pregnant. They wouldn’t worry until you came back with the results.

The movie was quickly put on pause when you returned from the bathroom with the test in hand. The movie was definitely far from their minds when you showed them the results.

It was positive. You were pregnant. But what was wrong with that? Nothing really all of you guys were excited at the idea of a baby joining the family.

But the main issue that lingered into the air now? Nobody knew who the dad could be.

—

You didn’t head to your first appointment till after Price and you had returned from his foreign affairs trip. And it was a whirlwind, trying to keep a low profile was difficult when you were heading to the doctor’s office with the President and his Secret Service Men. Especially when Price didn’t want anyone to know that the First Lady was pregnant, not until you were ready to announce it.

Price as adamant that everyone should act normal once returning home, to avoid suspicion, but the men were far from acting normal. You hadn’t even began showing and yet the men were treating you like glass.

Soap was following you around almost everywhere now. Gaz didn’t want you over exerting yourself, he wouldn’t even let you walk down the stairs if you weren’t holding his hand. If you had let Ghost do what he wanted, you would’ve been carried around everywhere you went. While for Price, it was more difficult for him to be with you, due to his responsibilities, but you had a stinking suspicion that he was the one who told the men to keep an eye on you. After all, it was their baby regardless of paternity.

At the doctors, as much as you wanted the guys to come into the room to see their baby, they still had a job to do in protecting the President and it could lead to speculation as to why the President needed his men inside the room when it should be a moment between a husband and wife.

But it was fine.

You thought to yourself as you got on the table so that the doctor could begin with the ultrasound. You could show them the ultrasound later, making a note to remember where the doctor points out the bab-

“Oh! There’s definitely two babies in here!”

You and Price looked at each other, confused.

“Come again?”

Price spoke, hoping for it to be a simple misunderstanding.

The doctor, sensing the confusion in room, pointed at the screen, using their wand to show the two sacs.

“See there’s baby A and..”

The doctor moved the wand slightly and pointed once again at the screen.

“Here’s baby B.”

You and Price stared at other as if expecting the other to laugh and admit it was prank, but it never came. You were pregnant. With twins. And no definitive answer as to who the dad could be. All you could do was go home and prepare, but first, you needed to tell your other lovers about the news.

All the men knew something was wrong the moment you and Price had exited the room. But it wasn’t until you guys got back into the car that you finally came clean.

“It’s twins.”

You were expecting them to ask you to clarify or laugh as if it was a joke, what you didn’t expect was for them to ask to see the ultrasound.

Ghost was driving while the Gaz and Soap took the opportunity to view the ultrasound as if they still couldn’t believe it. They both shared the same reaction, amazement, that there was not one but two babies joining the family.

Soap wanting to crack a joke, to lighten up the tension that was shared between you and Price at the unexpected news, grins teasingly as he looks at you.

“Magine, lass, the babies havin' different fathers."

It definitely helped as all of you guys shared a laugh, including Ghost who you could see sport a tiny smile underneath his mask. Gaz shook his head in slight amusement before speaking.

“That’s not possible Soap.”

Right?