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WARNING ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED AT ALL!!!!! This idea can get a little suggestive so please be warned as it's light but yeah.

(so got into cod as of recently and had this idea cause I learned poly 141 exists and I wanna make it. Also hopefully I do this idea right.)

I image a y/n in tf 141 who is taller than everyone and absolutely built and everyone thinks y/n is this tough guy who is cold to everyone but in reality, y/n is a sweetheart. Y/n is also insecure about his body, hating anything y/n hates any amount of fat he find on his body so he covers up a lot, his arms, legs and even his face. Y/n cares to much about the others than himself as y/n always was in relationships that has him care for their lover more than himself to the point y/n kinda neglected himself a lot. Y/n hates a part of his stomach he can't burn away, even though it's a regular and healthy amount of fat that should be there, y/n wants it gone and hates it's there as well as the stretch marks from how fast y/n worked at the gym to burn it all away. When y/n always feels a hand under his shirt resting in his stomach as it's usually Simon or Johnny, y/n thinks they are showing him a bad part that should be burned away but in reality, y/n's lovers are obsessed with him, his personality, his body, his imperfections just everything but y/n can't see that no matter how hard they try.

I do image Soap just wanting to bite y/n, affectionately all over cause y/n has talked about his insecurities to price, who ended up telling the team so Soap craves to be able to cover y/n's body in love bites and hickeys but as much as he wishes to do it now, even on the places y/n hates most, Soap is absolutely greedy when y/n let's him have a kiss as y/n lifts up his mask to kiss Soap sometimes, he absolutely is greedy and doesn't wanna let go but is frustrated as he can't hold y/n forever in a kiss cause they need air. He can't climb up this mountain of a man yet, as Price has a plan to help boost y/n's confidence but they need to wait for the perfect time.

I love to image the first time y/n does have sex with his lovers, I image y/n crying as it's the first time that y/n saw that they actually do like y/n even with a body y/n thought they'd never love, I very much like the idea of bite marks on places y/n hated cause y/n's lovers will be damned if they don't mark but every part of his body. I just love the idea of y/n being physically stronger than anyone in 141 but will absolutely fold for his poly cause he's to adamant on taking care of everything and everyone else first before taking care of himself and that's not going to slid anymore.

Y/n is a bottom, I don't make the rules but he is. We need more buff men as bottoms who need to have the confidence fucked into them and that man, is y/n fr. Y/n is a guy who can barley take dick but y/n's a champ about it and tries his best to go far plus I like to think y/n has a massive praise kink and is abused to hell and back by this fuckers any chance they get but even though that, y/n is getting their back blown out and still imagine the abuse it cause y/n needs that praise for doing a good job also cause he's absolutely wrecked after their done and y/n wants to know if they did a good job or not (he did but y/n overthinks a lot.) . y/n is snoozing in the cuddle pile after everything and isn't allowed to get up in the morning, y/n is allowed to keep his mask on as y/n hasn't worked to confidence to take it off but for right now, 141 is alright with that cause when does get the confidence to every do it without the mask, his face will be covered in bites, kisses even hickeys somehow so yeah. (I imagine y/n's mask is like ghosts mask but it's blank and no skull cause y/n likes washing his clothes after missions or something and thinks if there's a design on the mask, it'll wash off and y/n will have to put it on again.)

*y/n walking out of a room*

141: "you keep moving like that I'm going to put a fucking baby in you. There's no way you can move so excellently, excel- excellently and perfect at the same time. Your beautiful. Your beautiful honey-"

Y/n: "Can you guys be normal at least for once?"

This is the dynamic 141 has with y/n.

Might make a smut fic for the first time for this tank of a man y/n, cause I want to step into the territory of suggestive stuff to hopefully expand my vocabulary.

(Anyways! Hopefully you guys like this and if you want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

I'm still learning the ropes about a/b/o dynamics and such but this sounds interesting. I'll go out on a limb and guess the rest of the team are either alphas or mixed.

Let's say they are the former. (more?)

(cw: sub kyle (dont be surprised), light choking, majority of this is dirty linguistics, little plot/more porn, dumbification?, 141 overhears but its okay loll)  

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You and Kyle aren’t actually boyfriends—no, you two just know the layout of each other's beauty marks, how Kyle only likes a dash of milk and two sugars in his tea, how you (oddly) wet your toothbrush with warm water before brushing your teeth, and so on and so forth. You two aren’t boyfriends, but you’re the one Kyle brings over when he and the other boys come home from being deployed.  

Hmmm the tf141 I feel would be aware and careful around Hound's gag reflex. So maybe slow shallow blowjobs and more than happy letting Hound jack them off and lap at their tip. Ooh and eating them out. Since Hound has a sensitive gag reflex, I feel like he would try doubly hard to satisfy the 141 by eating them out like their hole is the last meal he's ever going to have.

Makarov thought.. yeah, nothing like that. The moment Makarov finds out Hound has a sensitive gag reflex he's making Hound deep throat. It's not even about the pleasure aspect as much as it is about the domination. Makarov gets off on Hound being a good dog and following orders even when every cell in Hound's body is screaming in pain and begging him to pull back. The collar just adds to the appeal of it. I think Makarov would like putting Hound on his back so Hound's head hangs off the edge of a bed and Makarov can use his mouth like that. Can feel him trying not to choke and the tight bump of the collar when he bottoms out all the way. The rush of power definitely has him coming again and again just so he can feel Hound's throat get even tighter as he's forced to swallow down Makarov's cum.

CW?: OOC, no romantic or love interests (If I feel like writing a part 2 then maybe), typical TF141 hating reader trope and being reader's #1 opp, cringe, possible grammar mistakes (I'm lazy)

John Price : Dragon Hybrid

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick : Harpy Hybrid

John "Soap" MacTavish : Werewolf Hybrid

Simon "Ghost" Riley : Wraith Hybrid

In a world that is made up of mostly hybrids throughout the years, humans were looked down upon. Hybrids—some more than others—hated humans. Humans were looked down upon based on their strength, intelligence, morals, and the list could go on.

With that being said, it wasn't a surprise when a human entered into a force that is only made up of hybrids and was immediately unwelcomed.

M/N L/N, a human, was assigned to be apart of the Task Force 141 by Laswell. He knew the precautions that he should take as it wasn't his first time dealing with hybrids that hated humans.

Even though with the hybrids he had worked with in the past (reluctantly) let M/N fight during combat. It was most likely because they wanted to get rid of M/N but he managed to prove them wrong by not dying as they hoped. But the Task Force were different.

They didn't let him fight. Hell, they didn't let him shoot a guy! The excuse always being the fact that since M/N is a human, he would only get in the way and then deems him useless to the team. Like he isn't in the Task Force just because he sits around like a prince, he earned this place for a damn reason.

M/N wasn't a man who seeks for attention as he was one to keep to himself but now? He wanted to show off how capable he really was! He wanted to prove to the team that he is not a waste of space and is a soldier for a reason.

But did the others care? They didn't give a flying fuck about the human. Not even when he very much took down a hybrid during a sparring session. Or when he gave an actual good plan for a high risk mission.

They didn't care about the human or what he do or what he said. They purposefully chose to ignore him.

Well, until one day when M/N decided that he had enough.

During a mission, instead of stepping aside, he chose to act. Fighting close combat and shooting at the enemies that were surrounding the team or at enemies that were in their way.

It wasn't a mission that M/N could step aside in. He needed to help fight even if he was going to get in trouble with hybrids...which he did.

After getting back to the base, M/N stood in the middle of Price's office. Shifting his weight between his feet as he was currently getting scolded/yelled at for not following orders.

"Do you not follow bloody orders, L/N?! When I tell you to step down, you fucking step down!" Price was glaring at the human. His scaly tail swishing angrily behind him, his cigar forgotten due to his anger as it sat in his very much used ashtray.

Ghost, Gaz, and Soap were watching the scene in front of them. Ghost standing there, his expression unknown due to his balaclava as always. Gaz looked uninterested, unconsciously picking at the feathers of his wings that were close to falling off anyways. And Soap, also watching in silence. His tail flickering once in a while.

"No disrespect, sir, but you seriously expect me to listen to your orders when we were literally being surrounded–?!"

"Yes! We had them! We didn't need your help, L/N!" Price seethed, causing M/N to scoff.

"Bullshit!" M/N retorted.

"Watch it, L/N." Ghost's gruff voice was heard. M/N looked over at Ghost with the same irritated expression. "Now, you butt in?!"

Ghost’s eyes narrowed in his balaclava, the only way you could see a speck of an actual expression from him. "I said watch it." Ghost repeated with more sternness in his words.

M/N knew it would be smart to just shut his mouth. Just shut it and take the unnecessary slap on his wrist but he couldn't. He was frustrated with this whole bullshit! He can't just shut up now when he literally did the smartest thing instead of sitting 'round!

M/N went to speak but was quickly cut off by Price.

"Don't even." He spoke as his tail flicked against the spent wood floors. "Take your ass to the barracks. You're suspended till further notice—"

"That's not fair!" M/N was growing more frustrated. Not even caring that he cut off his captain who can burn him into a crisp in mere seconds.

Price has already been agitated by the human. Unfortunately, he couldn't help to give SOME props to M/N for being so stubborn but he wasn't in the mood for it now.

"I said take your fucking ass to the barracks! Or do I need someone to drag you there?" Price stepped towards M/N, making M/N's frustrated expression falter a bit as he took a step back. The others only continued to watch. They knew that Price wouldn't lay his hands on M/N...not yet at least.

Scoffing once more, M/N took more steps away until he knew that he was close enough to the door of Price's office.

I forgot who I requested this to, but could you write for a male reader who have a "natural-yearning-face"? With TF141 and/or Kortac. Like look at this vid of Park Jihoon: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSSW29xvo/

His eyes, omg. Actually, I've already requested this to a lot of writers(?). I'm not going to hide the fact that I've become desperate for this✋🏻😭 Anyways, feel free to write this whenever you're not busy or if you're even interested. Thank you!

Say it louder for the people in the back, Yearning is where it's atꜝ I saw the video and decided to scroll a bit more to get a more vivid idea. Made me think of something between puppy dog eyes or a wet cat but you could say that I went for a golden retriever kind of approach. Sorry it's a bit short;;

Foible Connection

˚𖥔˖.⋆Pairing: TF141 × Male Reader

⤷.Contains: Johnny ever so friendly, Kyle's a bit of a flirt, Simon and Price are the subtle ones of the group; touch starved reader (<- implied)

None of them could resist that longing look you give them whenever they have to get back to their duties. Involuntarily causing them to run behind on schedule every once in a while. Letting you hold them for a moment longer or continually caressing you until you let up.

you were at your limit.

plain and simple, you could not take this anymore. being a telepath is hard enough— you used to get really overstimulated as a child, not being able to filter out voices, and being extremely overwhelmed by everything.

ever since joining, lasswell told you to not tell them about your abilities. for your own sake, she'd said. except now, it's too much.

you were just lying on the couch, reading a book and minding your own business. soap had come in the room with gaz, and immediately your mind was overwhelmed.

fuck, he looks good.

could just rip off all of his clothes.

could just fuck him right here.

god, he's hot.

why is he so hot?

it's not fair.

leave some good looks for the rest of us.

your face flushes bright red, shutting your book and placing it on the table and walking out of the room. you thought it would be easier with ghost. he's quieter, more professional than gaz and soap. you were wrong. if anything, he was worse.

you in the armory, cleaning your guns when he came in to clean his own. he sat down across from you and began to disassemble his HK MP5. his mind was mostly quiet until you rolled up your sleeves to prevent getting oil on the fabric.

shit.

his skin is so nice. so soft.

could just bite through it and make him bleed.

stroke him and make him come in my mouth.

you clear your throat, and his eyes snapped to your face. you quickly finished cleaning and packed up and left as fast as you could, and barely made it into the hallway before price was calling you into his office.

you didn't catch a single thing he said. something about debriefing in the morning. his thoughts are so calm it astonishes you. they're so collected, not all over the place like the other three, yet his imagination is so so filthy. and graphic.

should just bend him over the table.

force my cock into him.

shove him down and make him take it like a good slut.

such a good slut.

jesus fuck.

everyone told you not to date price, said he was an army guy who would probably barely have any time for you and he was old as hell but when you did start dating the fine ass gentleman that was price it was so different.

he could be the sweetest man ever one moment, kisses in the morning while drinking coffee and sweetly cooing compliments to you. or he could be the hottest fucker alive, cigar in his mouth while plowing your hole raw or his bicep wrapped around you throat to hear those pretty moans choked out.

in this case it's the latter "such a good fuckin' boy for me hmm" his voice was so raspy and deep it had your legs quivering with need "fuck price it's to much" your voice was broken from all the moans he was fucking out of you "whaddya mean baby, looks to me like ya taking it so well" the cigar was hanging from his lips, the smoke floating through the room as he blowed it out.

"see, looks t'me like you can take it all" he presses the bulge poking out on your stomach making you whimper and your legs shake "you want me t'fill up this hole" he asks slapping and groping the globe of your ass and spreading it to see his dick disappear into you.

he had been plowing you for hours now, you were pretty sure by the end of it you were gonna be limping for weeks to come. it had just started out as some quick morning kisses before you both had to start you day but then it spiralled into him stripping of your clothes and whipping his dick out and now that brought you to now.

"yesss please price" you begged feeling your body get weaker "mm mm call me that other name you love so much" he smirked "please cum in me daddy" your head falls onto his broad shoulder, his chest hair scratching and tickling at your back. "that's what i like to hear" he drawls some smoke from his cigar before moving moving from his mouth and puts it on the ashtray next to your shared bed.

he grabs you by the neck and blows the smoke down mouth, you could feel the smile on his lips from how slutted out you were for him before he held you by the hips and slammed his dick into you, listening to your lustful sounds erupting from your nasty mouth.

"such a dirty boy, gonna have to fuck all that out of you" he latches his mouth onto your neck muttering some words you could barely make out from skin slapping on skin. he let out a loud groan as he emptied his thick load into you, making sure to fuck it nice and deep into your hole that you'd be sure to feel later.

"now how was that baby" price mumbles against your head, giving some soft kisses "i think i cant feel my ass" you weakly laugh a bit along with price "well then i dont think i did my job right, i meant to have you limping" you could feel him turn you to the side and peck some kisses down the back of your neck "now how about another round" he says.

Like, he appears totally lovestruck to the normal observer, constantly bringing up his wife in conversation with a dopey grin. He wears his wedding band obsessively when not on ops, fiddles with it while he smokes. The guys are desperate to meet her, but know better than to push the subject.

This does not, however, stop them from snooping. Gaz hears muffled voices from prices office and a very distinct groan that has his cheeks heating for a moment. Still, if theres a chance to meet this wife he *will* linger even if he has to hear what price sounds like when making out (hot). But, the more gaz listens, the more concerned he becomes. He swears he can hear price and another masculine voice, one that actually sounds alot like you.

You, as in the very much married civilian contractor that works alongside with 141. Suddenly gazs little stakeout becomes serious. Its bad enough price is cheating on his wife, but with someone he has authority over? Its enough for gaz to lose respect for the man.

Gaz sees u walk out of prices room, casually adjusting the sleeves of ur button up. He doesnt confront you, but he does confide in soap abt it. And if soap knows then ghost knows, and suddenly ur favourite soldiers are being assholes to you? They only talk to you when completely necessary, and only the bare minimum. Never smiling or joking like before.

Price gets a similar treatment, though the thin veil of respect stays up. It gets to a point where u ask the captain wtf is wrong with them that he decides this needs to be a meeting. So he calls them all together, expects to chew them out a bit, and is completely baffled when they call scold him instead.

They go on and on abt how disrespectful and manipulative it is to be fucking the secretary when hes got a wife at home, and suddenly its *you* bursting out laughing. "Oh my god! That's what all this is about?" Ghost seems about ready to fight you, so you explain. "I am his wife! Well, Husband. But John calls me wifey as a little inside joke."

Note: mentions of past friends w benefits relationship

Masterlist

“What the fuck do you mean by you don’t want to?” If Price had been any louder, anyone outside his car would’ve been able to hear him.

It had been a few months into your relationship with Price after almost a year of being friends with benefits. You weren’t sure how your arrangement changed over time but you were glad to be with him as he valued you a lot.

“I mean, think about it. You’re like, what? 40-“

“I’m 37, love”

“Right, yeah, I just think that it doesn’t really matter as long as we’re having fun together. Honestly, I thought you’d agree,” you said before taking a bite out of your burger.

Price could only watch you in shock. Sure, your relationship started on the basis of sexual benefits but when he did think of the future all he thought of was you. Even if you were a generation younger than him, he had never felt such synergy with anyone before. It was a connection of a lifetime - emotional and sexual.

“So you don’t give a shit about marriage because you think I don’t care about it.”

“Kind of. If I’m gonna get married I need my partner to be on board too, don’t you think?” He sighed at your reply. You looked up at him, confused and cheeks full with your dinner as you grabbed the plastic cup of coke.

His heart swelled at the sight. It was like looking at an innocent chipmunk. To think that the same face looked fucked out an hour ago awed him but he couldn’t let himself get distracted by your unintentional seduction.

He grabbed your drink and put it back in the cupholder. You were about to whine but he grabbed your face and pulled you close, noses almost touching.

“You—“ peck “—are the most wonderful thing to happen to me and I’ll be damned if I don’t tie you down with me in the future.”

Your face heated up. You had swallowed your food not too long ago but your mouth felt like it had gone dry.

With your face in his hands he continued. “I’ll have a rock on your pretty little finger before you know it.” He left a longer peck on your lips this time and pulled away.

What you didn’t know was that he already had a ring for you. It was stored away in a hidden drawer in his desk, waiting to be worn by you.

Shockingly, ghost is the one who starts it. He yanks you back by the bitch strap when you try to avoid a med check, telling you "sit down, sergeant, i won't tell you twice." You're too shocked and turned on to really argue, proving the affectiveness of the method, and from there it just devolves.

Now soap is holding the back of your vest in humvees to keep you seated, a firm pressure that is so close to the nape of your neck is has your brain shutting off. Soap tells you "you're staying by my side, aye? We need this to work." And you just nod along, carefully breathing evenly and desperately trying to ignore the mental image of his hand drifting up to properly scruff you.

Kyle's no better, and honestly much more intentional about it because he knows how it affects you. His favourite is to grab the loop on the front of your rappelling harness to drag you closer while talking to you. Kyle always waits until you're speaking to do it, smirking when you stutter and pause "what was that? Sorry, you were a bit far, could you repeat it?" All while not moving his hand from resting in the loop, making sure you can't focus.

The worst moment by far has to be when you pass by price in the rec room. He's sitting on the couch with the others, going papers in a more relaxed environment before the weekend. You, you walk by and price reaches out to hook his fingers under the thigh straps of your rappelling harness, dragging you to the group without so much as looking away from the papers.

The whimper you let out is embarrassing, but it becomes so much worse when price looks up at you with raised brows, unimpressed. He takes stock of the barely concealed arousal, and grunts "Alright, then. C'mon sergeant." Before hauling you to straddle a thigh. "You've been good enough this month, go ahead."

Simon had read that somewhere, or maybe been told. Mental engagement in the absence of physical exercise. Keep the brain busy or the body would find something worse to do with itself.

He gave Soap your pussy portal when the dog hybrid was being too annoying for Ghost to handle.

That had been hours ago.

Soap was sprawled across his bunk, your pussy portal clutched in both hands, pressed hungrily to his face. His tail had been going since the first lick, steady rhythmic thumping that had slowed down now, gone heavy and languid, the way it did when he stopped caring about anything outside the immediate ten inches in front of his face.

He dragged his tongue slow and flat from bottom to top, gathered everything he found there, swallowed, did it again. Your cunt had been swollen for the better part of three hours, folds puffy and slick. He whined when you tightened, hummed when you softened, ears perking up when he made you gush against his tongue and tail thumped when he made you go still and shivery instead.

He sucked your clit between his lips and his tail thumped harder.

"Fuckin' hell, lass." The words came out muffled, half pressed against your folds. His voice had gone rough an hour ago, scraped raw from all the sounds he was making. Drool and slick had tracked down his chin and he hadn't once moved to wipe it. "Taste so good. Taste so- aye, tha's it- "

He drank down what you gave him with a sound that had no self consciousness in it at all.

His cock had been hard since the first ten minutes, sweatpants doing nothing, a damp spot worked through the fabric at the tip. He got a hand on it eventually, rough, impatient, barely enough, and when that stopped being enough he freed it entirely and lined the head up with your cunt and pushed in, hips rolling forward until the wet clutch of your cunt swallowed him to the root.

His jaw dropped open.

He bit his own forearm. Muffled something long and reverent into his own skin.

"There ye are," he breathed, when he finally could. "There- wee thing, look at ye, takin' me so- "

His hips moved before he finished the sentence. Short, hard thrusts, the kind that didn't have patience behind them. His tail had gone from lazy thumping to something frantic, whipping side to side, ears perked forward, pupils blown wide and dark as he watched your pussy swallow him down to his curls.

He bottomed out and held there, grinding, tongue lolling, a thin string of drool from his lower lip, completely unselfconscious about every single thing his body was doing.

Hours blurred. He’d pull out to lap at the cum he already pumped into your, tongue fucking it deeper, then mount the portal again. Rutting like a dog in heat, hips pistoning, balls slapping wetly against your cunt, cock aching more with every desperate thrust before slamming in deep and holding there, flooding your sopping pussy with thick ropes of cum until it leaked out messily around his shaft.

Then he’d pull free with a wet pop, only to start licking you clean again, over and over, never letting your poor cunt rest.

Miles away your thighs were clamped together, both hands digging in the couch cushions, a bruise already forming on your lower lip from three hours of biting it. Cum had tracked down to the back of your knee. Your cunt was swollen past the point of being able to track individual sensations, everything had blurred into one long trembling register of too much that somehow kept tipping over into more.

You had stopped being embarrassed about the sounds you were making an hour ago.

So of course you two are trying everything in the books alongside fucking like rabbits. Recently, price has started tracking your cycle.

He doesn't care if the whole team is spending the week over, he comes up behind you while you're talking to simon, kisses your cheek and murmurs "today, lovie." Knowing you'll understand.

He ignores the knowing look ghost gives him when you stutter out some excuse to leave the conversation and follow him upstairs.

...The dining room is awkwardly quiet even with the three soldiers inside it, all of them too busy listening to the sounds from the room above. The bed creaking, your moans mingling together with johns, the paint mumble of words.

"Fuckin' christ, that's hot." Soap is the first to break, face red as he unbuckles his pants. One hand shoving into his briefs to give himself a few firm tugs.

"No way yer bloody wankin' to our boss, soap." Gaz hisses, but his cock is training in his pants too.

"....eh. why not?" Ghost settles down in a chair, thighs spread wide and he shucks his pants down, pulling out his own dick without much care. He looks up to the ceiling at a particularly loud moan from you "ye think he's gonna go a few rounds? I hear they're tryin'."

"You too, ghost?!" Kyle gapes, then hears your muffled 'please! God john, please!' And suddenly he's sitting down too.

i imagine the live camera feed goes off one night while youre lying in bed. new sheets still hugging you warm after the dryer. the boys are off doing their personal night routines, heavy guard dogs lay at your feet.

with the chime of your phone, a notification alerts you of outside movement. you consider it to be a waving branch or passing car, yet check it nonetheless. something about inner intuition.

youre glad you did.

watching silently as someones shadow skirts along the darker parts of around your house. passing the kitchen windows with a ducked head, then round the back.

"fuck," you bite your lip. sighing quietly as you toss your phone. "johnathan!" four heads from the bathroom peek around the doorframe slow, eyes open with the use of a full name. johnny fights a grin, ready to watch his captain get chewed out by their lady.

"..ye' love?"

"theres some weird guy wandering 'round the house outside," you inform dryly. plucking your phone back up and leaving it there. you reach for your wine glass on the bedside table, sipping as their hearts fall to their ass.

sure, anxiety stirs low in your gut. nipping at your reason and concious. but youre also keen of what your boys have lived through, the dirtest negotiations and most horrific actions.

alway do they come back home into your arms.

you could blame it on pure lack of sleep, but its nicer to pin it on the assumption youre probably the safest person in town. you were even willing to bet in the city.

so you continue with scrolling through ao3.

paying a half mind as military tense rounds over their bodies. simon whistles for the dogs and grabs his pistol. grunting and rolling his bare shoulders in atonished anger at somones sheer audacity. i mean for fuck sakes the mans tired. 

johnnys sneaking grin falls, replaced by a flat face as hes quick to grab a flashlight and gun. moving out the door on simons heels. big dogs herding around them.

"stay 'ere yeah love? dont open the fuckin' door," johns voice is a low growl. grabbing a hunters knife ( anniversary gift from you, his names carved in the wood ) and moving to the window. room lights flipped off when johnny left. scanning the open grass with an annoyed brow twitch. "kyle, wi' me."

kyle nods, glancing back three times to make sure youre content. careful to lock the bedroom door and leave a weapon with you, which he drills in not to touch less you hear the burglar. with a final glance, hes gone with the rest of them.

your ears perk for movement outside. glass shatters and a door kicks open. youre pretty sure you hear the guy shriek — most definitely simons doing, weird fucker was waiting in the dark — a brisk struggle before the house falls silent, words they dont want you hearing are exchanged then hes thrown out onto the grass.

hes quick to jump up and scurry off, wet pants uncomfortable and now stinking.

In this, can I have undertale sans, underfell sans, underswap papyrus, and horrortale sans?

In this, the bros are chilling at home when reader burst thru the door, panicked. They then ask the skeleton a hypothetical question, but it's very detailed... but the hypothetical question aren't so hypothetical. It's actually happening right now.

You can chose what every it is, make it funny, worrisome, you puck! I just want to know what they will do.

Stay safe irl and have a good morning/noon/night!

UT, UF, US, + Bonus skeles with weirdly specific hypotheticals

Undertale:

Sans:

"Completely hypothetically of course, if I happened to find two of those person-sized hamster balls.... How likely would you be to go roll around the park in one with me?"

It takes him a little bit of convincing. He'll say that he's just so comfortable on the couch, that he was just about to get some shut-eye, but he will entertain you by giving his "hypothetical" answer

"dunno... i'd probably just roll with whatever plans you got for the day."

The way he looks at you through one open eye as he feigns sleep makes it all too obvious that he's waiting for some kind of reaction for his jokes

When you instead drag him off of the couch and out to the park at the end of the block, he doesn't complain nearly as much as you thought he would - instead keeping up a constant stream of horri-ball puns

At the end of the day, all he really does is take a long nap in the giant hamster-ball, even if he did narrowly save you from rolling into the pond in the center of the park a few times

Papyrus:

"If I were to hypothetically spend an entire week setting up the perfect picnic date, dinosaur oatmeal and all of your other favorites, would you or would you not want to go with me?"

If Papyrus wasn't excited already just by seeing you before, he's downright elated to hear your question

He knows you well enough to know that it isn't really hypothetical, and he absolutely lets out the loudest and happiest squeal you've ever heard from him

While he might chide you a little bit for keeping it a secret from him, and maybe huff at his own obliviousness considering that he was there when you were getting all of the groceries for it, he's quick to run upstairs and get dressed up for the date

He is so, so, so grateful for every little thing you've set up

The blanket you've laid out on the grass is perfect, all of the food you've made and bough for the two of you are the best things he's ever had, and he's more than a little surprised to find that you brought every single one of his favorites

Underfell:

Red:

You're panting and out of breath from running for your life as you ask, "Hypothetically, if I just ran away from your brother trying to teach me self-defense, how long do I have before he catches up to me?"

Red stares at you for a few shocked seconds before he laughs. It's not the quiet chuckles you're used to from him, but instead a full belly laugh that has him wiping away tears from his eyes by the time he's done

He doesn't even get the chance to fully answer you before Edge barges in to drag you back to your sparring session, resulting in another fit of cackles from Red

He'll follow you to watch your training, occasionally offering snickers and silent thumbs up when you look over to him while being worked to death by his brother

When you're finally done (and utterly exhausted despite the monster candies and healing salves that you'd been given), Red will probably end up asking you why in the world you thought agreeing to this was a bad idea

Underswap:

Blue:

"Soooo... Hypothetically, if we happened to have an entire family of ducklings living in our bathtub because they got separated from their mom, what would you do?"

He had been just about to go into the bathroom when you'd stopped him, and it was less than a second after you were done asking that his eyes lit up

Immediately, Blue rushes into the bathroom with too much excitement to see if there really are ducklings in the bathtub, and as soon as he sees that there are, he's on a mission

Researching, calling wildlife rescues, making sure that he has anything and everything he possibly can to make sure the ducklings have the best chance of survival they possibly can until an expert comes to pick them up

"DO WE HAVE ENOUGH FOOD FOR THEM? NO, NO, NOT BREAD! THAT'S BAD, WE NEED... MEAL WORMS AND CHICK FEED!"

He takes care of them so much that by the time they finally have to leave, they're following him around like he's their mom

Stretch:

"In the very very hypothetical case that I accidentally set the house on fire while hanging out with Alphys and Blue again, how-?"

You don't even get a chance to ask your full question before Stretch is already up on his feet to check on the damage

This isn't the first time, and it certainly won't be the last, so it really shouldn't be a surprise to find out that he'd hidden extinguishers and fire blankets in quite literally every cabinet he could think of

After the panic is over and the damage has been assessed (thankfully it's not nearly as bad as the first time you and Alphys had attempted to cook together) he'll never stop teasing you for it

"you really did it again? maybe we should just go ahead and call over the fire department before you even start cooking."

He'll act all exasperated, but that won't stop him from offering to give you baking lessons from him

+ Bonus: Horrortale

Skull&Sweets:

"So, hypothetically, if one of my old friends gave me all of their farming stuff that they didn't need anymore, do you think either of you would be willing to help me start a garden?"

Sweets is already up on his feet and staring at you like you just told him he won the lottery. He won't waste even a minute before he rushes back to his room to grab all of the gardening books he's collected from the library, and it's a steady stream of facts and tips and every possible thing you could every think to know about it

Skull might be a little bit less involved with the actual labor of tilling the soil and adding the compost in, but he'll be more than happy to go out and get all of the seeds you and Sweets have decided to plant, so long as he has a list to look back at in case he forgets

After everything is set up and all of the seeds are planted, Sweets will be checking for sprouts almost obsessively

"IS THE PH OF THE SOIL CORRECT? DID THE WORMS WE RELEASED MIGRATE TO SOMEWHERE ELSE? WHAT IF THE BELL PEPPERS CROSS-BREED WITH THE HOT PEPPERS?"

It'll take both you and Skull to assure him that it can take longer than expected for things to start sprouting

And when things are finally growing, ending in the first harvest, you'd better bet that the pair are are going to make the best feast they can with their hard earned produce