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For my dear sweet đ anon, who asked for a piece in which transmasc reader clarifies his pronouns with the boys.
cw: poly!141 x transmasc!reader, established relationship, complex gender feelings, comfort
word count: 1070
Itâs in the kitchen that you gather the courage, âCan we try something?â
Four heads turn to you, sandwich assembly line quickly forgotten. Maybe this wasnât the best moment to speak up, your tummy is grumbling already. But youâve started, so you should see it through.Â
âGood god, keep your pants on. This is serious,â you say, voice growing quiet, âAnd about me.â
The boys swarm around you, eyes burning and ready. Sitting at the table was supposed to let you watch them as they work on lunch, but their looming turns it almost ominous. The sounds of you cracking your fingers, which you tend to do when youâre nervous, does not go unnoticed.Â
Johnny chuckles, trying to keep the mood light, âMaybe shoulda phrased it a little differently, love.â
It took you forever to find the right dining table, one big enough to fit all of you and your plates. Days and weeks turned months as you scoured for the perfect one. But as they take their seats, it feels too small. The air is tight.Â
âDo you guys remember that talk we had? About gender and me maybe not feeling wholly like a woman?â
They lean towards you, further dwarfing the table, waiting for you to continue. Your belly feels like itâs boiling, tumbling with nerves. That conversation went well, so surely this one will too, right? If you take the time to look up at them, youâll see their soft expressions. Simon hunches, blatantly trying to make himself smaller, as if wanting to create space for you to speak. Kind grins adorn Johnny and Kyleâs faces, remembering the conversation well and trying to be encouraging. John just looks proud. Silence breaks as you take a deep breath.
âI think Iâm a guy,â you whisper.Â
Smiles spread, bodies still, waiting for more.Â
âIâm a guy,â you say louder, their grins coaxing yours out.
Kyle takes your hand in his, squeezing gently, âWatch out lads, Iâve got a boyfriend.â
What starts as a giggle soon overwhelms you, turning into a deep belly laugh and running tears down your cheeks. You cling hard to Kyleâs hand, wiping your face a little sloppy. Itâs your first time saying it out loud, and thereâs no way you could have predicted how fucking euphoric it would be. A sparkâs been lit inside your chest, and you think that this must be what true happiness is. It feels so right, and Kyleâs immediate claim fuels you. Another deep sigh steadies you. The hard part is not quite over.
âI hope this doesnâtâŚâ the words come out slowly, âDoesnât change anything.â Your hand moves in a wide circle, gesturing at each of you.
Their bodies stiffen, caught off guard. Of everything you could have said, that was not what they expected. Worry melts their posture and brings their shoulders down to droop. John and Kyle exchange glances, failure written on their faces. If theyâve left room for this concern, theyâve clearly done something wrong. Johnny cocks his head, confused because why would that be a question?Â
When Simon speaks, he almost sounds exasperated, âWeâre all men.â
âYeah, but-â
âAll men,â he cuts you off, eyes locked on yours, challenging you to try again. âBoyfriends, like Kyle said.â
âBoyfriends,â you repeat, grin back in place.Â
âGet to confuse the cashier at the grocery even more now,â he winks, relieved to see you smiling again.Â
A calm silence settles the room again and easy breathing can be heard from all of you. The sinking pressure is lifted from you, letting you bask in the moment. Everything is okay. Your world didnât crumble. Boyfriends, they said. Sweat threatens to slip your hand from Kyles, making his grip tighten. The pride on Johnâs face is loud, his dimples growing more pronounced. Johnny drops his chin into his hands, elbows on the table, an impishness about him.
��Logistics,â he says, âPronouns, please?â
âHe/him,â your voice shy.
He cups his ear, âWhat? Didnât catch that.â
âHe/him,â you say, fullbodied.
Under the table, he squeezes your knee with support. If you werenât sitting, youâd be squeezing the life outta them, cracking their backs with the force of your hugs. They didnât even fucking take a beat to respond, they were so immediately onboard. Darling boys continue to bring warmth into your life, erasing your doubts. Though truthfully, it was the possibility of losing them that you were most scared about.
âTerms?â John asks.Â
You hesitate to respond, not having gotten quite this far just yet.
âSweet boy?â he prompts.
Hearing it makes you gasp, your eyes widening and face burning. It hits sweet in your chest and the pleasure of it is visible. Itâs the only confirmation John needs. Easing back into his chair, he crosses his arm with sweet satisfaction. The rest of the boys smirk, taking note, minds filling with more ideas.
Kyle has to clear his throat, and thoughts, before he speaks again, âWho do you want to include in this? How do you want to navigate it?â
âIâve already told my doctors and itâs in my file,â you say proudly, and Johnny answers with excited whooping.
âHe/him pronouns in public?â Kyle continues.
âYes, please,â you eye your guard dogs. The four of them beam, chests swelling from knowing you have so much faith in their abilities to protect you, to keep you safe.Â
âPlease tell us if thereâs ever a situation in which you donât feel safe doing so. We play by your word,â he swears.
You nod in response, his words spreading a new and lovely warmth through your body. They must have done some homework after that initial conversation, always wanting to be prepared. And it couldnât be more fucking soothing. Air returns to the room, bringing in levity once more.
âLovely lads all around,â Johnny looks at each of you, wicked joy painting his face, âWhat a lucky bastard I am.â
His toothy smile is infectious, catching the rest of you until your faces hurt from mirth. Of course they were amazing with this, theyâve put so much work into maintaining this relationship. All those late nights working through clarifications, the probing answers and check-ins. And theyâre doing the same thing now, meeting you head on. And eager to boot. Sweet boys stay sweet.Â
âWell,â you say, giggles bubbling from your lips, âYour boyfriend is hungry, so yall best get lunch done.â
#poly 141#poly 141 x transmasc!reader#poly 141 x transmasc reader#cod x transmasc!reader#cod x transmasc reader#cod#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish#captain john price#ghost x transmasc!reader#ghost x transmasc reader#gaz x transmasc!reader#gaz x transmasc reader#soap x transmasc!reader#soap x transmasc reader#price x transmasc!reader#price x transmasc reader#i'm sorry this took so long my darling#i hope this is what you wished it to be#.requested#i love you so much sweet anon#you always make my day by popping into my asks <3
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For Pride Month, I've decided to put a focus on my queer stories, so I'm going to try and post or update the following works:
And They Were Roommates (Fem Soap x fem reader)
Rugby (Ghoap x transman reader)
Take Me To Church (Tradesmen Poly 141 x transmasc nb reader)
Impound (PriceGhost tow truck AU)
Pompeii//Good Grief (Ghoap)
And mayyyybe American Fireworks if I feel inspired (GravesSoap)
#This is mostly just so I can keep myself on track about it#I write a lot of het stuff for some reason but I feel like I should give some love to these projects#I might not get them all posted or updated but I'm going to at least work on each of them this month#Pride Month#Cave Writing#It's been a really long time since I updated Roommates and I have the next chapter half-written already#So that's probably gonna be first up#If you see me writing other stuff crack me over the head with a rolled up newspaper
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Hey there! How have you been doing! Just thought I'd check up on you! Hope you've been doing well! I don't really have much to say, except that you're epic and cool! Since I was sharing some of the ideas I've had today, I wanted to ask you if you'd be willing to do the same? :> You don't have to, but I'm just curious! Also, out of curiosity, have you ever received requests on this blog? :o Not that you have to write them, of course! Either way, I hope you have a nice day! :>
I'm doing well, I just got home and ate some cucumber slices! (and chugged like 2 full bottles of water lmao)
I have a ton of writing ideas rn. Like- I think there are 100+ vague ideas written in my notes app, and at least 30 active wips. I keep switching back and forth between them, chipping away at each one slowly but surely 𫡠(gonna end up finishing all of them at once or smt, idk)
Some of the ones that I've been working on the most are:
Bartender reader x Gaz after a bad breakup (it's gonna end up being like 5 parts if I ever decide to post it, shit goes crazy in that one)
Firefighter Valeria (I finally got it started instead of letting it rot in my head đ I don't even know how many parts that would end up being)
Transmasc cbf Gaz x transmasc reader (really don't know where I'm going with this one)
I also have a handful of platonic and romantic Ghost x reader ficlets floating around, might finish some of those up at some point.
And I know I mentioned a hybrid poly 141 x reader fic a while ago- that one is technically finished, but I'm not happy with it yet so I might go back and revise it
And nah, I've never received requests on this blog. Probably because I haven't posted a ton of my writing + I don't even have a pinned post so my blog is like. Impossible to navigate đâď¸
I used to take requests on my other blog tho! I stopped after my hyperfixation on cod took over (plus I got like a shit ton of requests in one night and got intimated by it, never looked at them again)
I haven't even deleted the old requests from my inbox even tho some of them are from as far back as September. I have a couple of drafts for some of those, so I'm just holding on to them in case I randomly get motivated to write for those requests again. Probably won't happen, but who knows?
I've definitely written a lot more since I stopped taking requests tbh. Well, on this blog at least. I haven't posted any writing of my own on my main blog since January đś
Anyways, thanks for talking to me!!! I love chatting with you lovie đ
#I don't remember if I mentioned this#But Alejandro and Rudy are in the Firefighter au too#I think I did mention that actually#That they'd be cops#But I think I might do smt other than cops for them#Maybe paramedics? Idk#I also have a disabled reader x poly 141 Beach day fic but I haven't really started on it yet#I really want to tho#Teehee!!#answered asks
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One week post hysterectomy and you're ready to pull out your hair and theirs. Ale and Rudy can help.
cw: poly!141 x transmasc latine!reader, established relationship, mexican slang, spanish-speaking reader word count: 1620
You donât often have to remind yourself how much you love your partners, how you cherish them, because it comes so naturally. But with the hovering and the near constant check-ins and the way they wonât let you even walk on your own, you have to recite a mantra about it so you donât pull out your own hair.
âYall realize that 6-8 weeks of recovery does not mean 6-8 weeks of being bed bound, right?â
John is almost too quick to answer, âHasnât even been a full week yet. You need to take it slow.â
âNone of you ever take it this slow when youâre injured.â
âNone of us have to deal with that major of a surgery usually.â
Thereâs plenty of pillows around you, you can chuck one at his head without it affecting your posture. You spend a second looking for the right one to throw, but the pillows John bought you are slightly bigger than what you can currently lift. Motherfucker has the gall to grin at you, proud of himself.
Needing to at least exit the room, you wiggle around in the nest of pillows as much as you can without hurting yourself. A too hard lunge makes you gasp and Simon appears at your side, reaching in with strong arms to pull you free from the tender trap. You sit him down once youâre on your feet, motioning for him to stay there. You can make the walk to the bathroom. You should make the walk to the bathroom. You need to make the walk to the bathroom.
âRemember not to strain yourself,â he calls from the bed, edge in his voice making it clear that heâs only barely able to stay where you left him.
Any other time, any other one of them, youâd be turning and mocking them with an âokay mom.â In fact, you still want to with all the careful tiptoeing, but when you turn and find those big brown eyes full of soft concern, the anger dissipates. Simon is in uncharted waters, feeling helpless and clinging to what he can do for you. His hands clutch the bedding under him, knuckles turned white.
You answer him softly, âI will Moncho, thank you.â
As silent as he is, you know heâs standing outside the door the moment you close it, waiting for your call should you need him. Itâs usually not a problem, but having to swear to no locked doors for the foreseeable future makes you move carefully in the bathroom. The last thing you need right now is to grunt a little too loudly and scare Simon.Â
âYou know you donât all have to stay housebound, right?â you try to keep your tone friendly as you open the door. ��Yall can take turns stepping out for groceries or snacks.â
âEverything delivers now, love,â Kyle sounds a little too smiley for your liking right now.
âI just donât want yall to get bored, cooped up.â
Johnnyâs laughter drifts in from the kitchen, âPlease, weâd stay home every day if we could. Delighted we can now.â
There has to be fucking something. Theyâre sweet, theyâre lovely. The surgery and recovery would be impossible without them. But there has the be some fucking way to not have all eyes on you every minute of every day. You ease back into the plush nest made for you, trying to drum something up. Thankfully, the sound of the doorbell saves you from spiraling deeper into your frustration.
âDamn, yall really did order everything for delivery.â
Johnny sprints for the door, excitement in his eyes, âThis might be one of the things we ordered for you specifically.â
Swear to god, if they ordered more of those impossible compression socks, theyâre never gonna hear the end of it. At least itâs been a good day. Youâve got clean sheets and bedding, you showered with little to no pain (Simon insisted on joining you to help), and the incision sites are healing well. The bladder pain you could do without, though.Â
âSpecial delivery,â a new voice sings. Two?
âAle! Fito!â you surge forward to stand, but too many men shouting in protest sits you back down. âWhat are yall doing here?â
They make their way through the pillows to greet you properly, facial hair rasping against your cheek. Thank fuck for that shower earlier. Canât be too mad about this being orchestrated now.Â
Ale smiles bright, plopping down next to you, âUn pajarito medio nalgĂłn-â
âCuatro,â Rudy interrupts, taking a seat much more gently, âCuatro pajaritos bastante nalgones.âÂ
âSimĂłn, SimĂłn. Cuatro nos pidieron un favor.â
âWe did say âspecial deliveryâ.â
They each place a white box in front of you. No labels or tape, just folded closed gently. The folded pieces bloom open in their hands, revealing a giant ziploc bag full of lots of little somethings in each. You can make out little star and flower shapes, all coated in a clumping white powder.
âAre these my tĂaâs cookies?âÂ
Ale sucks his teeth, wrapping an arm around you, âClarĂn cornetas, mi niĂąo.â
âWhich of you did she flirt with?â
âBoth,â Rudy chuckles, âWe got that bordertown charm.â
Itâs then that you remember your tĂaâs bordertown and their bordertown are on opposite sides of Texas. Not only did they have to deal with her shameless flirting for who knows how long, sweet fools must have gone so far out of their way to get these. And the sheer care they must have put into the transportation. These cookies are frail and yet so few of them are broken. They even accounted for the lard used in them, little ice packs peek out from underneath the large ziploc bags. Tears blur your vision, their voices going out of focus as they give you updates on your family.
âThere is one condition though,â Rudy hands you a tissue. âOne bag is for you, and the other is for them to share.â
Johnny comes running in from the kitchen again, âWait, just one for all four of us?â
âThatâs what TitĂ said.â
âFuck, I really thought she liked us,â Johnny stands completely still for a minute, clearly reviewing the interactions theyâve had with your tĂa in his mind, cookies forgotten.Â
Kyle takes their bag, diving into it immediately and coating his chin in the powdered sugar falling from the cookie. It doesnât take long for the other 3 to converge around the bag after that. Theyâve only had these cookies once before, at your youngest cousinâs quince, which was full of too many âso exactly how are you related?â questions. Your tĂa says she saves them for special occasions, but you know that the labor that goes into making them is too much for the cookies to be in regular rotation. Either way, theyâre a true gift. Your cousins must have helped her this time, the start and flower shapes are just off enough to not fit into your tĂaâs perfectionism. It wonât take a whole lot of convincing to get Simon to use his fancy calligraphy to write them a thank-you note.
âWe were also promised grilled goods upon arrival?â Ale speaks loudly over the cookie commotion.
John perks up at that, faint surprise on his face.
Kyle makes an excited noise around a mouthful of cookie, speaking from the corner of his mouth, âRight, and weâve got everything set for the chef.â He wrangles John towards the backyard.Â
Simon looks worried as Johnny approaches him, clearly meaning to take him to the backyard as well. Heâs been firmly by your side since they brought you home from the hospital. He looks over at you, tracing your figure slowly, double-checking every inch of you. Taking a deep breath, he stiffens.
âWeâll look after your boy,â Rudy says softly.
âAquĂ te espero, amor.â
He nods, your words enough to ease him through the door.Â
With all the prep before the surgery, a couple of really intense weeks where you all worked to prime the house for recovery, this is the first chance youâve gotten to exist without them being in the same room. And itâs so fucking nice. You couldnât ask for better partners, but itâs almost relieving to not have to worry about accidentally setting one of them off and launching them into motherhenning. Rudy and Ale have clearly been given the task of looking after you, but even just having new faces to talk to is refreshing.
âWhich one of them set this up?â you ask them.
âIt was less a request and more a suggestion from us,â Rudy says.
âBien los conocemos,â Ale adds. âTe quejas, pero bien chiple que te tienen.â
You grin, not even trying to deny it.
Itâs muted, but the sounds of the boys chatting drifts into the room. Some back and forth about marinating and time, some laughing about sneaking around. You canât quite see them from your window, but itâs reassuring to know that this time is helping them relax as well.Â
Ale and Rudy tell you more about their trip to visit your tĂa, passing along the greetings and well wishes your family sent you. Itâs an easy rhythm: one talks, the other corrects, and you get to giggle as you listen. Then you swap: you talk, Ale listens, Rudy shushes him. Itâs soothing in a way that reminds you so much of home, the ruckus everywhere and laughter echoing. When the tension in your shoulders has finally slipped away, Ale turns to you, curious and serious.
âSo about this recovery period,â he says.
âAnd a grueling schedule before the surgery?â mischief lights Rudyâs eyes.
You groan, their cackling drowning out the sound of you swatting at their chests.Â
#poly 141#poly 141 x transmasc!reader#poly 141 x transmasc reader#poly 141 x latine!reader#poly 141 x latine reader#cod x transmasc!reader#cod x transmasc reader#cod x latine!reader#cod x latine reader#cod#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish#captain john price#alejandro vargas#rudy parra#ale and rudy are obvi together in this#in what world would i not have them together#my recovery experience has been almost the polar opposite of this so this was real nice to write#i've been wanting to bring ale and rudy into the fold now for a while#fellow mexicans and all#and this gave me the perfect way to do so#i promise i'll stop writing hysterectomy pieces soon#it just happens to be all i'm living in rn lmao
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The white boys don't know how to deal with the sun.
cw: poly 141 x latine transmasc!reader, established relationship, mexican slang, suggestive, mention of reader's "titties" but not op specific word count: 1593
You did warn them. And they did seem to listen. But maybe because of their jobs theyâve come to underestimate the little things every now and then.
Itâs their first time visiting your hometown and you very clearly warn them as yall step out to lounge in the patio, âAguas con el sol.â
Kyle smiles, already knowing whatâs to unfold, as the others huff a chorus of itâs not that hot and a little sun canât hurt and Iâll be alright. The heat has the white boys in less clothes than youâve ever seen them leave the house in. The shorts are short, just enough to loosely cover the important parts. Shirts are so stained with sweat that theyâve just been tossed off, sweat left to glisten untouched, all their freckles on proud display. Itâs fucking delicious, you canât argue that. Even Kyle canât help but drool a little, helping you wipe your own mouth with a chuckle.Â
âBoys, you need sunscreen,â you tell them before they get too far. They look back, the three of them pointing at themselves in surprise. Reluctantly, they each thoroughly cover their legs.
Kyle speaks up, helping you lure them back, âWill you put it on for us?â
At your nod, Johnny is jumping to your side, his smile so wide his tail would wag if he had one. You try to be gentle, wanting to make this cute, but heâs so wiggly that you end up roughly slathering him up.Â
âDone?â
âAre you in that much of a hurry to lay in the kiddie pool?â You already know the answer. In fact, heâs out of your hands before you can even rub the sunscreen into his skin, wide swaths of lotion bright against his skin.
Simon steps into your space before you can try to catch Johnny, looking down at you with a sweet smile, âMe next?â
You wave Kyle over to help you cover this gentle giant, making sure to cover the tattoos on his arms well. Simon melts into your arms, all but purring as he closes his eyes to focus on the feel of your hands roaming his body. Kyleâs hands come around to Simonâs front, fingers kneading his hefty tits, lingering to pinch and rub at his nipples. You kiss the back of Kyleâs hand and the big man lets out a soft grunt. Pulling the front of Simonâs body to yours, you reach down his back, hand sliding slightly into his shorts to grab at his ass. You can feel his heartbeat kick up against you. Gently, both you and Kyle pull away a little, back to taking your job seriously.Â
âYouâll have to reapply a little sooner than the rest.â
Eyes hazy, you know Simon is a little too far gone to fully hear you. He just nods and finds his way to one of the lounging chairs. You and Kyle share a look, knowing youâll have to keep an eye on him.
When John steps up to you and Kyle, he already has white streaks of sunscreen on his body, âThought you two could help me rub it in properly.â
The two of you easily slot into place. You take his back, using the slick of the lotion to help you give his wide shoulders a massage, staying there until itâs all worked into his skin. Kyle goes directly for his tits too, but a raised eyebrow from John keeps him from any teasing. Instead, Kyle uses the chance to grab at his arms, squeezing along the way, making John lift his arms and pose. You grab at his belly as you cover it in sunscreen, hands greedy for the feel of his body, your smiling mouth pressed against his back. When you try to follow the trail of hair, he stops your hand.
âDonât start what you canât finish.â
You and Kyle both let out a quick disappointed sigh as he saunters away to join the other two. What could have been. You find some solace in each other, helping one another with hard to reach spots and traveling hands. He helps you with your legs, smooth circles inching higher and higher up your inner thigh, loving the way his fingers dig into the soft fat. The grin on his face sharp as your breaths quicken. You shove your hands into his shorts, following the waistline of them from one hip, around his back, and to the other. He arches into your hand, trying to move his body towards it so youâll touch him, cock straining against the fabric.Â
Kyle pauses for a moment, hands holding the hem of the crop top youâre wearing, âItâs just us and itâs a closed space. Do you want to?â
âI donât think I want my titties out directly in the sun. But thank you for asking.â
âAlright, sweet boy,â he kisses your forehead, âpero dime si cambias de opiniĂłn. I can help you with your sunscreen again.â
Giggling and swatting at each other, you join the other boys, ready to spend your evening doing nothing for once.
The next morning is quiet. You meet Kyle in the kitchen, helping set up the table for the chilaquiles he went out early for. But the rest of the house is unusually silent. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, you call out for them. Slowly, they shuffle down the stairs in tiny shorts, bodies stiff and limbs barely bending.Â
âDid you guys slee-â thereâs no point in finishing once you see them.Â
Simonâs pink all over. Itâs not too deep of a hue, but it is absolutely all over, a stark contrast against the freckles and moles covering his body. He winces as he bends his arm to wave, the crease of his elbow tight. He doesnât say a word as he sits at the table, worried about the sounds heâll make if he opens his mouth. The least he can do is wait until the food is served, then maybe everyone else will be too busy to notice the sad whimpers coming from him. You and Kyle exchange worried glances, trying to remember how often Simon reapplied his sunscreen. He must have brushed aside the heat gathering on his tattoos.
âTrajimos bastante sĂĄbila, yeah?â you ask Kyle, and you know heâs worried even as he nods.
John doesnât look so bad when he comes down. Everything seems to be fine with him, skin glowing with a golden touch that wasnât there before. Honestly, it makes him look that much more delectable. He moves without hurting, taking the plates from your hands to help finish setting up the table. Ultimately, itâs his silence that gives him away, calling your attention from his body back up to his face. His nose is peeling, the freckles around his eyes sharply outlined in red, the apples of his cheeks rosier than youâve ever seen them.Â
âAre you that happy to see us, cariĂąo?â Kyle immediately teases him. âDonât think Iâve ever seen you this flustered.â
Johnâs face goes darker as he truly blushes and you both blow him kisses. Then Johnny comes down and it knocks the wind from the room.Â
This has to be one of the worst consequences of his impatience. In his rush to settle and have some fun, he didnât rub the sunscreen into his skin. At all. He has patches of golden skin, matching where you remember the white of the lotion adorning his body, and in between them, large streaks of angry red. You can clearly see the outline of your fingers where you started to apply the lotion before he ran off. The curve of his shoulders is glossy from how tight the skin is from the burn, the freckles adorning his skin darkened by the almost purple tone. The center of his chest, the middle of his back, and almost his entire stomach are practically radiating heat. He doesnât speak, standing in front of you and Kyle in absolute misery.
âI kinda wanna smack it,â you whisper to Kyle.Â
He chuckles, matching your volume, âThink we can leave handprints on it?â
Johnnyâs eyes widen and he drops into the chair furthest from you, clearly hearing you both. He keeps readjusting, unable to find a comfortable position in which the vinyl cover of the seat wonât pull at his skin. The room is silent save for the crinkling coming from the chilaquiles, the brown paper package adjusting to the heat of the food.Â
âWhat is the first rule of taking care of tortilla boys?â you ask them, words coated in disappointment.
âDonât die.â
âCome home.â
âDrink water.â
Kyle is already bubbling with a laugh, âThose are good rules, but you all know better.â
They look down, mumbling under their breaths, pushing at the tableware in front of them.
âLouder,â you sound a little too much like a parent with that word.Â
âDonât let the tortillas burn,â they say at once.
âAnd what did you do?â
âLet the tortillas burn.â
With that, you dish out the food and pull Kyle further into the kitchen with you, âDo you think they know why we call them that?â
He throws his head back and laughs, loud and from deep in his belly, and it sets off your own laughter. A minute full of cackling passes, both of you clenching at your bellies and backs, mirth so forceful you feel it in your bodies. You each wipe away tears and find the three white boys staring at you, confused.
âTheyâre about halfway there.â
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The boys ask you about your feelings on packers.
cw: poly!141 x transmasc!reader, established relationship, complex gender feelings, comfort word count: 1036
A/N: An immense thank you to @mikichko for having my back and encouraging me with this. Some shit got worked out and it couldn't have happened without her love and support <3
âItâs the potential for disappointment that scares me.â
You lay spread out on the couch in the living room and four sets of eyes turn to you. Simon and Kyle, already sitting nearby, inch closer and you welcome it. Theyâve got your head propped up by the softness of Kyleâs thigh, your feet and lower legs resting on Simonâs lap, by the time Johnny and Price come in from the kitchen, lunch prep abandoned. Avoiding their unspoken pleas for eye contact, you turn your head and half bury your face in the warmth of Kyleâs belly.Â
âWhat are we talking about here?â Johnnyâs worry evident.Â
âPackers,â Kyle explains softly, tracing your features with his fingers.
A little out of it, Johnny turns to Price for further explanation who simply grabs at his own crotch instead of speaking. Johnny nods, quickly back in the loop. He takes a seat on the couch arm, pressing close against Kyle. John settles on the floor, kneeling at your side. You all want to say something, move and offer your seat to him, to spare his knees, but the huff he gives warns that this is not the time.
âAnd what would the disappointment be?â he gets straight to it.
âI wouldnât feel it.â
âYouâd feel the heft of it, the pressure of your clothes,â Kyle offers.
Johnny follows up quickly, âChange the way you walk and sit too, feel the motions.â
âBut I wouldnât feel it. On me, sure. Against my body, yeah. It would change how I maneuver, but I wouldnât be able to feel through it. Iâm scared it will be a painful reminder of what isnât.â
John gently cuts through, âDo you want what isnât?â
You donât have to deliberate over your response, âNo, Iâm happy with my growth.â
âSo are we,â Kyle winks down at you, Johnny nodding along with a wicked grin.
You chuckle, easing open from the full-body curl you hid in, Simonâs hand squeezing your calf with encouragement. As much as concern might be pinching their faces, all the boysâ bodies are soft in that moment. They all lean towards you, engulfing you with their support, attentive gazes watching every move and response. Itâs startling to think they can see so much of you, see through you, but it just envelops you in a nest of safety.
âThen itâs sensation,â John tries again. He eases back a bit when you nod, canât help but feel a little successful as you open up.
Johnnyâs eyebrows scrunch, âBut you love the strap.âÂ
âYeah, but thatâs different.â
âHow so?â
âIt just is.â
âBut you canât feel that either.â
âI know that.â
The back and forth isnât very long, but your rising frustration is evident. Just as youâre about to get up to take a break from the conversation, Simon speaks, big, brown eyes meeting yours with a vulnerability of his own.
âIs it because the packer would be specifically for you and not something to be directly used for someone else or their pleasure? Because it would be for you and how you feel and youâre worried how that might detract from any perception of the âusefulnessâ of it, and that makes you feel selfish?â
Your tears answer him, your throat too choking full of emotion to do anything other than let them fall silently. Your fingers scramble across your body to take his hand, and he meets you with an almost terrifying force, his grip locking you into place as he bends closer to you.Â
His eyes remain fixed to yours as he speaks, voice rumbling from his tears, âYou deserve to have your needs met. All of them. They do not have to be convenient or in any way beneficial to others. They are your needs, and that makes them important. Doesnât matter what they are, we will meet them.â
You pull him down against you as your breath finally breaks into a sob, drowning yourself in the warm weight of his body. You can hear him sniffle by your ear, his tears wet your temple. Wrapping your arms around him, comforting him with every little touch, you repeat thank youâs into his skin.Â
Kyle stirs and you look up to see the other three boys. Johnâs face is serious as his speaks, wide shoulders set straight, eyes sharp. Kyle and Johnny take in every word, their posture rigid and familiar as they listen to their instructions. You canât quite hear what they say over the roaring in your ears, but when John looks down at you with a smile, you know to trust their actions.Â
After a couple of minutes of what must be questions and suggestions floating between the three, your breathing eases, as does Simonâs. He slowly peels himself from you, still staying within your reach, and you sit to properly clean yourself up with the tissues Kyle hands you.Â
John turns to you, his tone firm, âYou want to try.â You nod again and he smiles, shoulders dropping into a more relaxed pose, his voice softer this time, âNeed to hear you say it, sweetheart.â
âYes, I want to try.â
âGood. Thatâs all we need to know. Johnny will look into the packers and Kyle will find the appropriate wear for them. I know youâve been wanting a jock strap for a while now,â thereâs a hungry spark in his eyes and your face burns at his words. Trust him to remember that detail. Still, the fact that theyâre willing to take on that work, to alleviate the stress and frustration and potential overwhelm of looking through options, makes your heart glow.
âTheyâll bring you what they find so you can take your pick, at least this first time.â
You turn towards them and they meet you with smiles, eyebrow waggling in an excessive show of giddiness, but you can see a sincere eagerness to help clear on their faces.Â
âSimon stays here, you two cozy up while I finish dinner. After we eat, weâll come back here so the boys can show us their findings on the big screen.â
You startle a bit, âOh, this is happening tonight?â
John shrugs, smile bright and wide, âThink of it as dessert.â
#poly 141#poly 141 x transmasc!reader#poly 141 x transmasc reader#cod x transmasc!reader#cod x transmasc reader#cod#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish#captain john price#ghost x transmasc!reader#ghost x transmasc reader#gaz x transmasc!reader#gaz x transmasc reader#soap x transmasc!reader#soap x transmasc reader#price x transmasc!reader#price x transmasc reader#thank you Kiko ilysm <3#boy did i work some shit out writing this one#you'd think with multiple fucking writing degrees i'd know how helpful and cathartic can be but academia really drains you of that :(#i hope this brings you joy and comfort#does simon talk more than usual? yeah but you needed to hear it
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There is one detail you haven't discussed yet in preparation for your hysterectomy yet.
cw: poly!141 x transmasc!reader, established relationship, comfort word count: 767
âWe need to talk,â you say, ambushing them as they dig into their dinner.
Immediately, they all look up. Johnny freezes with his fork halfway to his mouth, face pale and youâre willing to bet heâs stopped breathing too. Simon goes completely still, eyes wide with fear, his body stiff and bracing for whatever is about to come. Kyle looks down at his hands, thumb tapping each of his fingers, and you know heâs trying to backtrack to look for any mistakes they could have made, or any sign of you being unhappy. Johnâs mouth is tight, his eyes hard and clearly ready with an argument against what heâs worried youâre about to say. Itâs when they all look at your hand, searching for the ring on your finger, the one with the four bands that represent each of them, that you realize what you said.
âNo! No, god no. No. I just want to talk to yall about the recovery after the surgery,â you explain and they all visibly relax, though only Johnny is able to go back to his food.
Kyle is the first to speak, his voice wavering a little, âWith all the prep weâve been doing, Iâm sure weâve got everything covered, love.â Itâs true, most of the last two weeks had been spent getting the house in order and buying all the things you thought you might need. It was a whole lot of moving around and fixing and replacing things.
âWeâve been keeping up really well with the laundry,â Johnny adds. Heâs right. Thereâs only half a basket of dirty laundry currently waiting. The boys were doing a great job at keeping that pile small. âNo, I mean we havenât talked about sex.â
Their plates are for the most part abandoned, their eyes on you as they try to sort through their confusion. Quick exchanged glances between them provide no answers.Â
âIâll be out of commission, but that doesnât mean yall have to hold back,â you tell them.
Brows burrow further and Simon is plain frowning.Â
âYou guys have each other, and those relationships are yours,â you clarify. Their relationships between each other are their own, and youâll always stand by that.
âAnd youâre still a part of that,â Simonâs voice is almost angry, but you know him well enough to know that itâs concern that you hear.Â
âYes, but I donât want you to feel like yall have to hold out because of me.âÂ
You look down at your hands, twisting the ring around your finger and picking a little too hard at the skin of your knuckle. Youâd been nervous to bring it up, only gathering the courage once they were all sat together. It was one thing for you to not be able to have sex because of the recovery, and it was another to make them also deal with it. You donât want to be that kind of burden. You donât want to somehow outlive your usefulness.
John reaches out to cover your hand with his, stilling your movements, âItâs not a sacrifice. Weâre not giving anything up by not having sex while you recover.â
Johnnyâs voice is soft as he speaks, having pieced things together, âSex is not a need. Hell, weâve gone even longer than that because of work.â He chuckles lightly, trying to ease the tension around you.
âI could use my mouth and hands at least, even if I donât get anything out of it. I could help,â your voice is small even to your own ears.Â
âSweet boy,â Kyle grabs you by the chin to turn to look at him, his big brown eyes warm with reassurance, âAnytime weâre together, itâs for the intimacy, for the affection and reciprocation. We can still have that in other ways as you heal.â
âAnd weâre more than capable of taking care of ourselves if absolutely need be,â Simon adds, the rest of the boys nodding along. Then much more quietly, you might have missed it if you were not so attuned to them, âYou are much more to us than a means for sex, you know that.â
You canât help the way you tear up, their words almost overwhelming. Kyle wipes away a few of the tears that do manage to escape. Chairs scrape loudly against the floor as the boys come around to crowd you, easing between each other to swallow you up in a group hug. The heat radiating from them cocoons you until they can feel your breathing even out.Â
âYall know theyâre going to shave me for the procedure though, right?âÂ
#poly 141#poly 141 x transmasc!reader#poly 141 x transmasc reader#cod x transmasc!reader#cod x transmasc reader#cod#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish#captain john price#ghost x transmasc!reader#ghost x transmasc reader#gaz x transmasc!reader#gaz x transmasc reader#soap x transmasc!reader#soap x transmasc reader#price x transmasc!reader#price x transmasc reader#thank you Kiko ilysm<3#this was just so fucking comforting to write#i love all the little things that serve to ground relationships#it might be blindingly obvious but i am in my feelings a little lmao
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âźď¸ MDNI âźď¸ ageless and blank blogs will be blocked too
Pierced Ears - poly 141 x latine gn!reader, fluff Baby Bug gets her ears pierced. The boys all react a little differently, but boy, are they amazing fathers.
In Dub - poly 141 x latine gn!reader, fluff The ways in which the boys navigate Spanish at home.
Meet the Fam - Price x latine gn!reader, fluff You take the old man home.
Cuanto cuesta - Kyle x fat latine gn!reader, fluff Sneaking some solo time with Kyle.
Spoiling Kyle - Kyle x latine transmasc! reader, smut He deserves to know how loved and cherished he is.
Polaroids Pt 1 - Simon x gn!reader, implied poly 141, suggestive Simon is the first of the boys to ask for polaroids. He less asks and more takes matters into his own hands.
Polaroids Pt 2 - poly 141 x afab gn!reader, smut Youâve got intense baby fever and Simon makes a complete meal out of it, especially now that heâs got his trusty camera.
Tortilla Boys - poly 141 x transmasc latine reader, fluff, suggestive The white boys don't know how to deal with the sun.
Their Jewelry - poly x gn! reader, smut The boys have different uses for their piercings.
Gender-affirming 141
Can't be your housewife - Price x transmasc reader, fluff (tho a little tense) You confess at bedtime.
Boy Juice - Price x transmasc reader, fluff, complex gender feelings John Price helps you with your weekly testosterone injection.
Pussy Nukes - Price x transmasc reader, suggestive John continues to help you with your medicaton.
6 Weeks - poly 141 x transmasc reader, comfort There is one detail you haven't discussed yet in preparation for your hysterectomy yet.
Potential for Disappointment - poly 141 x transmasc reader, comfort, complex gender feelings The boys ask you about your feelings on packers.
Week One - poly 141 x transmasc latine!reader, spanish-speaking reader, fluff One week post hysterectomy and you're ready to pull out your hair and theirs. Ale and Rudy can help.
Orgasm Schedule - poly 141 x transmasc reader, smut the boys try to get in as many orgasm as possible before your hysterectomy
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I was tagged in this by the lovely lovely @glossysoap, ilysm <3
Spoiling Kyle is one I can't stop thinking about, but let's face it that's because it's him. I just need that man to feel loved and cherished. Gaz x reader, latine!reader, transmasc!reader, established relationship, bdsm dynamics, praise, spanish terms of endearment, reader's genitals are referred to as "cock," âdick,â and "pussy", oral & anal (Kyle receiving)
Week One is the most recent one and I'm so in love with Simon's new nickname here. Will definitely be using it again. cw: poly!141 x transmasc latine!reader, established relationship, mexican slang, spanish-speaking reader
no pressure tags: @mikichko, @pricesugarwife, @ghastlybirdie, @rekimitski, @gemmahale sorry if I've double-dipped!!
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https://www.tumblr.com/pfhwrittes/758532111086043136
"yeah? you makin' my sergeant feel good, recruit?"
YOU'RE GONNA SEND ME TO AN EARLY GRAVE P /pos
-đ¤Ą
p.s. I'm obsessed with the idea of Price being in control and sharing reader with his team đ¤Ż
(also now that I'm Mr Blobanon my brain keeps trying to sing it like this song https://youtu.be/qFqov8a9iL4?si=zTOMaootLIdS7uH0 đśMista Blobalina Mista Blob-Blobalinađś)
completely obsessed with trying to figure out how to sing mr blobanon like the song too! ooooh such a good ear worm. thanks friend!
i am VERY proud that this post made you go "!!!!!!". tbh it shocked me that i would ever write forcemasc stuff especially when i said previously "eh, not really my thing" on this ask here.
i wonder if i can get the werms (like brain worms, just a smidge more horny) to wriggle over a poly 141 x transmasc recruit/forcemasc situation đ¤ i mean i did reference soap teaching the transmasc recruit how to use his mouth....
#pfh answers#mr blobanon đ¤Ą#things to ponder on!#if i do i think it'll go a dubcon direction so idk how many people would be into that
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poly!141 x transmasc!reader | in progress | AO3 dark. content warnings are included in each part.
spoils
pursuit
delicacy
snipe
education
in the same universe
kinktober 2024, day 21 - bath sex
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