#graymanshots

The moon hung high in the sky, its fullness taking up space between the stars. The wooded mountains were enveloped in a comfortable ambiance, with trees swaying gently and creatures bustling in the darkness. You lay on a blanket in a serene clearing with your boyfriend Kyle, your eyes trained on him while his were directed towards the seemingly clear sky. The moon's reflected light beamed over Kyle’s warm brown skin, casting a mesmerizing glow. You couldn't help but admire his pretty features, his lips curled into a smile and his eyes shining as he gazed upon the sky. Kyle glanced at you from the corner of his eye before fully turning to you. “You're supposed to be looking at the stars, love,” he said, gesturing above himself. “I am, got the prettiest star right here,” you replied in a dramatic manner, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He made a fake gagging noise and pushed your face away. “Cheesy! I should be saying that to you,” he teased, earning an eye roll from you. Kyle scoffed and pulled you closer to him, scrunching up the blanket beneath the two of you. “Don’t try anything; we’re still in public,” you warned when he pressed kisses to your cheek and behind your neck. “Because I’m sure a squirrel or deer is going to worry about what we’re getting up to,” he retorted with a cheeky smirk.

Your mouth opened to respond, but your words failed you when something wet hit your forehead. Your eyebrows furrowed as a few more droplets landed, and then you realized what was happening. “Shit, we’ve gotta pack it up,” Kyle groaned, sitting up reluctantly. The little picnic you two had packed was quickly put away, but you couldn’t beat the harsh rains that rolled in.

“Fuck me!” you yelled, running towards the car, basket in hand. Your hair and clothes were soaked, and you cursed yourself for not bringing an umbrella. “That’s what I was trying to do before the rain, love!” Kyle shouted right at your tail. He didn’t miss the laugh that fell from your lips, muffled by the progressively heavier rain. Kyle fished for the van keys and opened the automatic boot. You got there first and took a breather now that you were under cover, Kyle soon joining you at the boot of your car.

You were both panting heavily and soaked from head to toe. “I don’t think it’s safe to drive back down the mountain in this weather,” he commented, wiping his face with his wet T-shirt. “We can wait it out; doesn’t seem like it’s gonna be that bad,” you assessed, unsure of how long the weather might last as you looked out into the darkened trail.

“Well, we’ll see,” Kyle huffed, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing the wet fabric in the trunk. “What are you doing, Garrick?” you questioned suspiciously, causing him to raise his hands in surrender. “Hey, hey, no sex; just don’t want to get the seats soaked when we get in,” he defended, his chest glistening in the warm car lights.

“Right,” you followed after, pulling your clothes off until you both were stripped to your underwear. It felt chilly now that you were half-naked and outside in the rain, the only cover being the open boot that provided a decent amount of coverage considering how heavy the rain was.

Kyle climbed into the car to push down the seat so the two of you could get in through the back, his ass poking out as he climbed over. You drummed on his boxer-covered cheeks, the wet fabric sticking to his skin. “Hey!” Kyle glared back at you, swatting your hand away. “It’s so round, Kyle; you can’t blame me,” you said, cupping them, almost tempted to give him a wedgie. The chair finally gave and folded down, giving Kyle the opportunity to get away from your grabby hands. “We have a towel in here somewhere,” he muttered while you climbed in after him.

Pressing the side button, the car closed and locked itself, and the overhead lights dimmed and shut off. The rain was muffled, and the car was silent aside from the even breaths coming from Kyle.

In order to fit in the back seat, you were straddling Kyle’s waist as he lay back, his arm stretched towards the ground. He wasn’t paying attention, feeling around blindly for a towel until, “aha!”

Kyle brought up the large beach towel he had and wrapped it around the two of you. “Now we can get nice and dry,” he hummed, sitting up to wrap his arms around your waist. “I have half a mind to blame you for not checking the weather,” you muttered, leaning your face into his shoulder, his warm skin damp against yours.

“Maybe this was all part of my plan!” Kyle said, his expression unreadable due to the lack of light. “Aha, sure,” you tsked at his antics and leaned over toward the front seat to turn on the car.

The heating kicked in fast, and the radio followed after, leaving you with the ambiance of the rain and R&B of the radio station you guys had previously had on.

“Hey, love,” Kyle sighed softly as you looked back over to him, the navigation screen lighting up some of the car. “Hey, Kyle,” you responded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “M’sorry our date didn’t go as planned,” he confessed, resting his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. “I really wanted to make it special, you know, I’ve been gone for so long,” he continued, his thumbs smoothing over the skin of your hips. “Not everything is going to go as planned; I’m just happy I got to spend this time with you,” you reassured him, pressing a kiss to Kyle’s forehead and then between his eyebrows. You brought your hand up to his chin, bringing him to look up at you as you peppered kisses across his face. Tired of narrowly missing his lips several times, Kyle wrapped his hand around the back of your head, bringing your lips against his.

His lips were soft and sweet with the wine you two had shared previously. His grip was firm, pulling you further into him as he kissed you deeply.

There was a reluctance when you pulled away, Kyle’s cock beginning to stir beneath you. He lay back again, bringing you down with him, his arms wrapped around you. “Give me a minute, love, I just want to lay here right now,” he mumbled, to which you nodded.

Personally, I think all of these men would be very attentive lovers and be able to sense when you were feeling down about yourself.

The only two I believe would be very aware and more understanding of your disdain for your personal image are Simon and Kyle.

They both have likely been in situations where the way they looked was a sore spot for them, so I don’t doubt that they’d have a better understanding than the captain or Johnny.

Anyways here is everyone individually :

John Price

Insecurity often happens in the bedroom, so I can see Price being concerned when the reader isn’t showing as much interest in having sex.

He doesn’t necessarily care if he’s having sex with you or not; he just noticed the shift in behavior and got worried.

John overthinks, and he’ll blame himself first, thinking he must have been gone too long or said the wrong thing, before eventually realizing what the actual issue was after noticing that you wore oversized clothing more often.

He’s upset that you didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk to him about your insecurities and will make sure to let you know that he is a safe space.

He tries to joke around to make you feel better and shows off his own tummy that’s covered in a healthy layer of fat, patting it like “what’s wrong with a lil tummy?”

Once it’s all said and done, he makes sure to reassure you now and then that he thinks you're gorgeous no matter what kind of body you have, and if you ever feel down, he’s there for you.

"Of all the sins I’ve committed, the universe still blesses me with a beauty like you," John mumbled sleepily, his arm wrapped around you, pulling you into his warm body as his hand rested on your hip. He presses soft kisses to the back of your neck as you try to squirm away from the ticklish sensation, a smile splitting across your cheeks. “Go to sleep, John,” you huff, feeling content in his arms.

Simon Riley

Simon noticed the moment you started feeling off about yourself, recognizing the look as if he were in a mirror. It’s the reason he suggested taking a shower with you, using the guise of being too tired after long weeks away and needing your help (blatant lie; Simon never needs help, and if he did, he wouldn’t ask you because he doesn’t want to burden his Lovie).

Simon will stand in front of the mirror with you, stark naked, and make you look at yourself.

He’ll stand behind you like a shadow, moving his hands over all of his favorite parts of you (spoiler alert: that’s all of you).

He doesn’t go too far with the touching, not wanting to lose the point he was trying to make.

Simon will help you soap up in the shower, making sure to be deliberate with his movements. He didn’t want to emphasize what you thought was wrong with you but show you that all of you is perfect.

Once out of the shower, he’ll want to lounge around for a bit naked. Probably put on a movie and just lay nudie on the couch, a blanket splayed over the both of you.

Simon rubbed up and down your back as you laid over his chest. The TV casting a soft glow over the two of you. His fingers ran gently up your spine and back down, the repetitive movement lulling you into a docile state. You see him in the corner of your eyes staring at you, deep in thought, before he brings his hand to the back of your head, pulling you closer to his chest as he presses a kiss to your scalp.

Kyle Garrick

While Kyle doesn’t pick it up as quickly as Simon, he’s definitely right in his tail when it comes to that.

Kyle has been noticing you skipping out on meals since he came back from the field, watching you opt for small snacks instead of actual food.

He is extremely alarmed when you say you're not hungry even though he made your favorite food.

He becomes a detective and starts questioning why you aren’t hungry, and when you don’t give him a straight answer, he’ll start guessing.

Eventually, you get tired of his guessing and just admit that you're trying to lose weight by eating less, and he is DISTRESSED.

He explains to you that skipping meals isn’t the proper way to go about it and that a proper and healthy diet over a minimal diet is way more effective.

He will then question why you’d want to lose weight when you're so perfect, and once you explain, he’s more sympathetic.

Kyle will sit with you and make sure that you eat before bringing you to bed.

Kyle seems like a very physical person, and I feel like he would see the best way to show you how to love yourself is to show you how much he loves you.

He will body worship you with endless praise, even if you don’t have sex; he’s still giving you words of affirmation.

He buys you a journal for you to write affirmations about yourself daily, and he’ll tell you how proud he is of you constantly.

Kyle kisses at the stretch marks that decorate your body, massaging down the side of your body. “I couldn’t even imagine getting the chance to love someone more perfect than you, no matter how many people claim perfection is impossible,” he hums in satisfaction, drowning in the absolute adoration he has for you.

John Mactavish

Johnny is most likely the slowest to act since he’s so infatuated with you. He doesn’t think that you could ever think poorly of yourself because he thinks of you so highly.

That being said, when he sees you working out past exhaustion in the gym, he quickly steps in.

He takes whatever weight you're holding and racks it back up before tending to you.

If this hadn’t been such an alarming situation, he would have found it endearing how you splayed on the gym mat all sweaty. He might’ve made a dirt joke about it in a different situation.

But he is looking at you, his expression hard and stern; you're almost worried he’s going to yell at you.

He quickly softens upon seeing your expression and questions you on why you’re breaking yourself down so aggressively.

When he gets his answer, he isn’t pleased. He’s extremely disappointed in himself as your significant other for not having made you feel safe in your body.

He’s like Price when it comes to taking the blame, but for Johnny, he just can’t comprehend you disliking any part of yourself.

He doesn’t really know how to comfort you in this situation and instead brings you on weekly spa days and buys you things.

Johnny hasn’t really dealt with body image issues, and he’s really so stupidly in love with you that he doesn’t know what to say to make you feel better.

He’ll shower you in affection and watch you like a hawk any time you go to the gym together.

He gives you what he can and hopes that you’ll understand how gorgeous you are through his actions.

Johnny will slow down on working out and eat more, claiming he’s “bulking,” but really he’s trying to soften out his hard muscle so that you see there’s nothing wrong with your stomach.

When Simon entered the apartment he shared with you, he immediately noticed the absence of both you and your nervous pit bull that would usually come and greet him when he got back. He stepped out of his boots and headed into the living room. Simon had noticed a small wooden box sitting on the bookcase that hadn’t been there the last time he had been home.

He picked it up, feeling the smooth wood against his callused hands. Opening it, Simon saw a little clay piece and a pouch. Turning the piece, he saw a dog paw print pressed into it. The realization hit him in that moment, causing him to let out a soft sigh. Simon slid the cover into place and put it back on the bookshelf.

He noticed the date on the side of the box – a month after he had left.

Simon knew how much she meant to you. He had gotten her for you after you had made a passing comment about how lonely the apartment was when he left for work.

He walked towards the bedroom; the only light coming in was from the hallway and the connecting bathroom. You were curled up in a corner on Simon's side of the bed, the blankets wrapped around you like a cocoon.

Something Simon would have found endearing had he not known why. He wordlessly put his gear away, changed into sweats and a tee, and sat next to you on the bed.

You were staring off into space, your lips chapped, and your face damp. You seemed dull, the usual fullness in your face thinned. Simon shook his head and lay down on his side, facing your back.

He kept a fair distance and didn't make any move to touch you. Simon didn't like how unhealthy you looked, but he made no comment on it.

Simon lay there waiting as you slowly gravitated towards him. Eventually, you turned around, burying your face in his chest.

Simon let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, wrapped an arm around you, tucking you closer, his chin resting on your head.

Simon tensed when he heard you sniffle, but he didn’t move away. When you had first gotten involved with Simon, he would have just stood there and watched you cry, but the years of awkwardness and emotional avoidance had passed.

COD

John price

Uncertain futures(mini series) [1] [2]

Captains orders

Simon “ghost” Riley

What could have been

Loss

NSFW + SFW headcanons

John “soap” mactavish

Home with you

See you later

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Coming soon

Konig

Coming soon

Other fandoms soon to come

I do accept requests so feel free to make some!

What I will not write:

Incest

Romanticized S/A

Proship (minor + adult, incest, ect)

Zoophilia ( Shifters not included but I will not do animal form)

Fandoms I write for:

Call of duty

The quarry

Until dawn

Resident evil

Game of thrones & House of dragons

Scream

Marvel