#cod kyle x reader

It’s obvious, but Johnny and Gaz fall into this much easier. Soap is a fellow Omega, so he gets the urge you’re having. Gaz is a beta, and while his instincts are a bit different, he’s completely fine with being cared for this way. Soap likes it best when you play with his hair. He might not let you shave him, he insists that it’s an art that is incredibly difficult to master Gaz is rolling his eyes the entire time. But Johnny wants you to oil his hair, play with the strands, deep condition them. Soap is the first to complain about the size of the showers cause how is he supposed to be lovingly scrubbed by your hands if the bathrooms are the size of a tiny closet? Even if he complains, it doesn’t stop him from wanting to bathe with you. Especially early in the morning when you’re both a little drowsy and the water is still hot, he can lock his arms around you and lay his face in your neck, pressing lazy kisses to your gland. It makes your scent fill the steamy room, like a sauna specifically made for him.

Gaz is in a similar boat. Grease his scalp, help detangle his hair. He likes that you keep products specifically for his hair type. He ultimately prefers lying with his head in your lap, or with you straddling his thighs, gently working lotion into his face with the tips of your fingers. He likes doing face masks with you, as long as they aren’t the pulling kind. Enjoys you gently spreading the paste over his cheeks, and you always peck his lips afterwards. However long the masks take, he simply sits with you. He likes that afterwards you’ll use a warm cloth to gently wipe it all away until his skin is clean. Kyle doesn’t really feel the need to steal your time or attention, but he willingly admits that he would bite someone if they tried to interrupt this time with you. Kyle is constantly moving, so it’s more than nice to have his pretty omega fretting over him and ensuring his comfort. When you both are finished, you’ll rub your face against his and purr so sweetly and he would do anything to get to have this all the time.

John takes a bit more convincing. He’s a busy man, and while he gets what you’re trying to do, he has trouble wiggling the time in for extensive spa treatments. At first it’s simply being around while he gets ready. Sitting on the toilet lid while he goes through his routine, or sprawled in his bed while he gets dressed. Eventually, you can start to help once you notice the rhythm, buttoning up his shirts, helping tuck them in. Pulling him around by his belt to steal kisses while you fix his collar. Though John’s absolute favorite is when he sits you on the sink and you help him trim his beard. Your hands are firm and gentle, moving in steady motions, pulling the skin taught before swiping the razor. It’s quiet and almost reverent. And when you’re done, aftershave applied and items cleaned and put away, you’ll just press against his jaw and neck. Maybe he can spare a few minutes.

Gaz is able to pull just about anyone he wants. He knows he’s pretty, but beyond that he’s charismatic and charming. And more than that, he’s not trying. It comes easy to him and it’s so genuine, too. And when he’s surrounded by try hard, macho military men who would rather get shot then have an emotional conversation, that gets him pretty far in the dating scene- and that’s not even necessarily including his squad.

He’s not overbearing, his voice has a smooth cadence that feels intimate without feeling creepy. He’s good at getting people talking without it feeling like he’s pulling teeth. And he seems really interested, asks good questions and has this rumbling laugh that sounds like it comes straight from his chest. Before you know it, you’re both in your own little world together and his hand is on your hip and when he asks if you can continue this somewhere else, you would be dumb to say no???

And he delivers, okay? He’s great at kissing, like, damn. He’s able to go with the flow depending on what his partner is feeling like. He takes care of your needs, repeatedly. He helps clean you up, holds you to his chest and you both come down together. Feels like true love shit.

And then he’s rolling out the bed and tugging his pants back over his ass. He’ll give you one more kiss and give you that sweet smile and swear that he’ll call, and he’s dipping out of your room without another word.

He catches the signs, how you slowly find less time for yourself, your sleeping and eating habits change. He notices when your nervous ticks start up, how there never seems to be enough time in the day, how your emotions seem like a pot about to boil over. There’s a clear line where ambition becomes self-destructive, and that’s where he steps in.

And to be fair, he gave you a chance to talk about it. Rubbed your shoulders and pressed little kisses into your cheek and to your jaw. Tried to distract you and pull you away from what was stressing you out. Asked all sweet what was wrong, what you needed. And then you bared your teeth and snapped. And when plan A didn’t work, he opted to go with plan B.

He decided that you clearly didn’t know what you needed. That’s fine. He’ll help you figure it out. So he hauls you up, ignoring your thrashing and huffing. Ignores your threats, because you aren’t going to deliver on them, he’ll tire you out well before you can enact them.

He prefers to have taken you to bed, laid you out nice and comfy, let the duvet and pillows surround you. But when you’re like this, balled up and thrumming with an unnamed energy, any surface will do. He entertains the fight you put up when he finally lets you down. Kyle is more than capable of stopping you, but this little tussle helps tire you out, works out some of the excess before he even gets his mouth on you. Eventually, he’ll simply manhandle you into place, flipped onto your stomach with him pressed to your spine. His arm curled around your neck, not choking or restricting your breathing, but keeping you in place with the bulk of him, arm branded across your collarbone. All your spitting and hissing being ignored as he uses his free hand to force your bottoms out of the way.

Kyle will always argue that he’s doing this for you, that he’s taking care of you. But that little gasp you release when he first touches you, when the tension in your muscles releases just a bit, when your body realizes it’s finally getting what it needs? Yeah, that’s all for him.

He loves watching the fight begin to evaporate, as if you could never fathom why you tried to resist in the first place. The way your thighs part and your back arches, giving yourself up to him as arousal drips down his palm. When you go from fighting to trying to remember your manners, asking so sweetly for more. But you’re pinned beneath him with no where to go, no way to demand anything unless he willingly gives it to you.

“Thought you told me to fuck off, sweetheart?” He loves throwing your words back in your face, watching you whimper and shake your head, trying to deny them while you cling to him. And this is where he likes you, struggling to get any footing in edgewise and having to take what he gives you. When he can see all the reason dripping out of your ears and the only thing you can focus on is the feeling he’s giving you.

Firstly, thank you for the ask! Secondly, they’re all going to be horrendously toxic in this, so warning for that.

How the 141 react to you up and leaving?

John Price likes to play the boyfriend role when it’s convenient for him. Likes to feel like he’s your big strong man. Wants to take you on dates have nights in together. He likes the fantasy of the relationship that you could have. He likes you to rely on him, for you to ask him for help and to bat your lashes at him. But the second you have any sort of expectations for him, he acts like he has no idea where you got this idea from. He’s a working man, and you knew he didn’t have time for anything serious. When you start to pull back he immediately starts back up again.

Simon Riley is the epitome of “cum-n-go”. He only hits your phone if he is horny and once everything is done, he’s out the door. Disappears for weeks, only shows up in the dead of night. Maybe you both can share a cigarette before he fucks off to wherever he goes. He doesn’t allow any illusion of him being anything more. But I think Simon catches himself slipping when he realizes you know more about him than most. You know Simon, not Ghost. And that irks him in a way he can’t explain. You’re his secret and he doesn’t know what to do when you begin to outgrow the space he made for you.

Johnny Mactavish is here for a good time! He’s a great FWB. You can actually spend time with Soap outside of being bent over his couch. You do fun things, try new places, it really is the best of both worlds. Johnny probably says he’s not a good fit for a proper relationship because of his job, and you were fine with it. However, it makes his eye twitch when he realizes that you have other people in your phone. He’s not jealous, just curious, honest! He just wants to know what you see in them.

Likes it even more when he gets you on his lap. Gets you to admit just how much experience you’re lacking, like he doesn’t already know. Embarrasses you just a little bit, asking if you have tried anything with anyone. How far have you gone? Why not? Surely a pretty bird like you has all the options you could want. No, he’s not making fun of you, lovely. It’s cute, really. Coaxes you into telling him what you want, the fantasies you have when you’re alone in your big bed all by yourself. Gentling you into saying and doing things you never would have even imagined having someone else witness. He gets to watch your uncertainty slip into something desperate and needy, how you’re suddenly begging for more than his fingers and mouth. You whined that you need him and you hardly know what you’re asking for. He’ll shush you all sweet like, promising that he knows exactly what you need, that he’ll give it to you, no need to cry.

Lays you out on your back with your legs thrown over his shoulders, it gives him ther perfect view. He gets to see the way your face pinches when he first slides in, mouth pursing as your hips wriggle. Watch the relief flow over you as you suddenly realize what you’re missing out on. Catches the surprised little expression you make when he grinds deep against that spot that your fingers can hardly brush against. Sees the way you thrash through your first orgasm with him, keening and crying his name. His eyes light up when you finally realize that you can’t run away with the way he has you pinned, that you’re at his mercy until he decided you have had enough. He’s lured you here and you hadn’t even realized you were prey until then, until his eyes are glinting with something hungry and he intends to get his fill.