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I need dragon Dante

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Vergil and Dante but dragons

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Yes we all love the various monster!141 x human!reader, but have we considered human!141 x monster!reader?!🤔

Human!soap and werewolf!reader who is more than happy to be the prey u hunt on a full moon. He wont play easy either, makes u really work for the reward of getting to fuck him. Soap let's u bite until flesh tears, doesnt mind be marked with ur scent (freak lol), and happily rubs ur sore muscles when u transform back.

Human!ghost and vampire!reader who lowkey gets off on being ur bloodbag. Ur saliva only has mild pain reducing properties so he cant even blame his hard on as being from the aphrodisiac many other vampires have. He's always eager to let u feed bc his mask covers his neck and he usually wears long sleeves. This of course does mean that once ur done feeding, he wants a taste of u😔🙏. U two totally match with balaclavas and completely covered skin, perfect for avoiding sunlight btw.

Human!price x demon!reader who is happy to finally find someone who can keep up with his pace. He usually wears people out after the first three rounds, and is delighted when its actually him who has to tap out. Ur just so warm when he sinks in, and ur fangs sinking into his flesh drive him crazy. He also loves to use ur horns as handles whenever u suck him off lol. pulls at ur tail while hes railing u bc he likes the yelp you make, overall a menace.

Human!gaz x naga!reader who loves the feeling of u coiled around him. Ur smooth scales just feel so good rubbing on his cock, and u dont bruise as easily as a human which means he can be as rough as he wants. Ofc he'll be ur personal heater, just stay wrapped around him while u both bask in the afterglow. Also quite obsessed with ur fangs, please bite him its for enrichment.

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Werewolf!Johnny who can smell your period.

- murahaul

He can smell every hormonal change in you. Period, ovulation, you name it.

Just mindlessly laying his head on your lap, soft whines as you scratch under his ears until he catches a whiff.

And then he gets up, no words, simply leaves the house with a single minded focus.

Then, he's back. With pads and a bunch of chocolates, favorite and comfort foods, staring at you like someone just died.

(Which was probably gonna be you anyway)

You simply stare at him, confusion written all over your face.

"What are you doing?"

Is the only logical question you can think of asking.

"Waitin'."

Simple answer, and you thought of asking what for,

Until you feel it.

You feel it leaving your body

And immediately regret choosing today to be a skirt day.

And the bloody dog smiles! Toothy grin and tail wagging, as if he had just won a prize while you're over here, questioning life choices, silently cursing yourself because you know you'll have to scrub the couch extra hard today.

He's lucky he's cute.

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Blowing a kiss to Johnny “Soap” MacTavish is like pulling the pin on a glitter grenade—you never know where the spark’s gonna land.

It’s always a gamble.

You think you’re being cute.

You think he’ll catch it with a wink, maybe tap his heart like a gentleman.

One moment he’s beaming, catching it mid-air with dramatic flair like it’s a bloody dove, eyes glinting like he’s just intercepted enemy comms. Smacking it dramatically onto his chest with a proud “Ach! Right in the ticker! you spoil me, bonnie.” he’ll murmur, staggering backward like you just shot him with a Cupid .50 cal.

The crowd swoons. Children cheer. Birds sing.

The next time?

Public place. Full squad around. Briefing room. You blow that kiss and he catches it with two hands… locks eyes with you… then—with full confidence and zero shame—plants it straight on his crotch. Smack. Hands on his hips. Grinning like a menace. “That’s where I felt it, lass. Don’t lie.”

Everyone turns.

Gaz groans. Ghost doesn’t even look up. Alejandro claps. And Price? He sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and mutters, “For the love of bloody God, Soap…”

Soap just winks at you across the room like he did you a favor.

It’s 50/50 chaos. You blow that kiss, you’re playing Russian Roulette with your dignity.

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MW III fix-it shitpost

Price: Soap! I thought you were dead??? Gaz: Holy shit man! What the fuck!? Ghost: We spread your ashes, what the hell-? Soap: Idk who's ashes you were spreading but they weren't mine man idk what to tell you

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Bleach pop up in China!

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Get yourself a man who can do both

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General headcanons

→ Featuring: Piers Nivans, Chris Redfield & Leon Kennedy X gn!reader

→ Genre: fluff

→ WC: 0.6k

PIERS NIVANS

• I see him as an autumn person, liking the weather not too hot but not too cold. (He also loves watching the leaves turn different colours)

• On the topic of that, occasionally indulges in a pumpkin spice coffee, don't tell anyone he'll get embarrassed.

• Aside from the fancy coffee orders, Piers usually takes his coffee black.

• Also, SWEATERS. The man loves sweaters. Get him one and he'll be yours forever.

• Just knitted items in general really, he likes to keep warm in the colder seasons.

• Piers likes going on walks, especially with you. Just anywhere, the park, a cafe, a shopping centre. He'll go, as long as you hold hands with him of course.

• Cuddle bug, he's a cuddle bug. Refuses to wake up or fall asleep without having you in his arms, especially if he's come home from a long mission.

• Music wise, he likes a mix of genres. I see him as a Twenty-one Pilots fan, or maybe just a classic rock fan. He'll usually listen to what you listen to though

• As we already know, the man loves a good steak. If you'll let him, he'll take you to his favourite steakhouse for a date. Piers would be over the moon if you made him a steak at home too though

• He definitely smells like fresh laundry, maybe a hint of lavender or bergamot sometimes? Or even your shampoo (that he'll secretly use every now and again)

CHRIS REDFIELD

• Smoker, as we already know, Chris uses the excuse of “needing to do something with his hands.”

• You know it's bullshit, so you hold his hands when he uses that excuse.

• He gets scolded if he smokes inside and makes all the cushions and furniture smell like cigarettes

• I see him as someone that takes you on more fancy dates, different from Piers.

• He'll take you to a nice restaurant, he'll even buy you something nice to wear for the occasion. Especially if it's a special day such as a birthday or anniversary.

• But he's more than happy to have a stay at home date and cook for the both of you.

• Just like Piers though, he can't sleep without his arms around you. Like his own personal teddy bear

• We know he likes his turtlenecks, I also see him as a person that likes his jackets. All jackets, leather jackets, normal jackets.

• Chris sprays his cologne on one of them and then gives it to you to wear. Good for when he's away on missions, having his scent wrapped around you to make you feel better

• Apart from his cologne, Chris smells like whiskey and cigarettes. Like a woody, musky, masculine scent

• Obviously you go crazy for it why wouldn't you

LEON KENNEDY

• Just like Chris, Leon likes his jackets. Leather jackets.

• He also lets you wear them, it reminds you that you're his

• He has a motorbike. Leon has a motorbike. He always has you on the back of it with him, he bought you a custom helmet that fits whichever aesthetic you have

• The bike is usually how you get to wherever the date you've set up is.

• Music? He'd either listen to something loud or something calmer. Or maybe what he's in the mood for

• He definitely has a sex playlist for if you ever decide to request it

• Spaghetti. Leon likes spaghetti. He will be taking you to his favourite Italian restaurant, or he'll make spaghetti for the both of you

• An early riser, he’s always up at 6:30AM sharp. No earlier, no later. It’s just the military habits from his training installed in him

• Though he will let you sleep in so he has the opportunity to wake you up with breakfast or tea or coffee

• If you ask for it or mention it, Leon will buy it for you. As his partner he wants every chance to spoil you and love on you

• He takes his coffee BLACK. No milk, no sugar, none of the flavour pumps. Nothing. That man just drinks straight caffeine

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Late posting yeaaahhhhh🤘🏼🤘🏼🤘🏼

gamer!ghost that sits in his dark, dusty room, in kitty headphones playing all his free time, grinding for resources and achievements

gamer!ghost who shouts at other male and female players, cursing and criticising them in voice chat for their way of playing, almost breaking the mic.

gamer!ghost who accidentally enters your server and noticed you, little thing with cute voice, talking to your teammates never raising your voice and gently praising them. This is the time when Ghost's usual schedule changes.

gamer!ghost who awkwardly tried to befriend you, and you agreed with no hesitation and smile in your voice.

gamer!ghost that protects you the whole time you play, giving you the best resources he has, and swearing on players who tries to get your instagram profile or phone number.

gamer!ghost who found out your account information and donated you. Of course, when you two are playing again, he pretends to be surprised when you tell him about the situation.

gamer!ghost who is always online when you are online.

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Yall please consider hybrid!141 x secret!hybrid!user...

Wolf!Soap who is so eager to befriend the new human! He's worked with plenty of humans before, but since hes joined the 141 hes been exclusively with hybrids. Sure, you smell a bit different than he remembers humans to smell, but you did mention having avian hybrids in your old team, so its probably just their scent lingering :]

Eagle!Gaz who swears you can understand him. Not just his words, but the unique subtleties of his squawks and chirps. He has no proof, but the way your eyes lock onto him when he trills, as though you are listening intently, makes him think you understand more than just the vague sense that most humans know. But you had avian teammates in the past...maybe you just learned more intricacies than the normal human?

Tiger!Ghost who watches you. He sees the way your muscles coil during a spar, the way your eyes darting across a battle field. Its different, its not human. Then again, not many people survived battle and came out totally human. It changes you. Simon knows, so he doesn't question you no matter how differently your body moves compared to a human.

Komodo dragon!Price who after a duo mission with you that went to shit, bodily drags you into a secure location. You're bleeding alot, and he needs to stabilize you. His tail lashes anxiously as he tears off your shirt to assess the stab wound on your back, only to freeze. There, in puffy keloids and gnarled flesh are two parallel scars running from shoulder blade down to the small of your back. Where your wings would have been.

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my soap headcanon

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Thank you so much!!

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Hi can you do Preferences on what would they do when they get home to their families? Thx.

How would COD men say or do when they get home:

Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost would likely return home quietly, slipping in through the back door to avoid alarming anyone. He might stand in the shadows for a moment, watching his family go about their evening. When he finally reveals himself, he’d do so with a playful smirk, saying something like, “Miss me?” This would catch everyone off guard, and he’d enjoy the surprised reactions, especially from the kiddos then he'll let the kids or his lover tell him all he missed out on.

Johnny Soap MacTavish

Soap would burst through the front door silently and He’d then proceed to scare the living daylights out of his kids, who would be playing in the living room screaming like a mad man, Just as they scream and run towards their mother, he’d swoop in and catch them, laughing heartily. “Gotcha! No need to run, it’s just your da!” His playful antics would lighten the mood and bring smiles all around.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Gaz would come home with a casual swagger, tossing his gear aside and calling out, “Who’s ready for some takeout?” He’d make a beeline for the kitchen, where he’d start rummaging through the fridge, jokingly asking if anyone had saved him any leftovers. Or he'll hug his lover from behind and pull her into a quick twirl of a dance as he hums their song.

John Price

Price would enter with a firm but warm presence, announcing his return with a simple, "Give your Old man a hug" he'd say to the kids or swoops his lover and carries her He’d then gather everyone for a family hug, making sure to express how much he missed them. He’d likely share a few stories from the mission, emphasizing the importance of family and safety.

Phillip Graves

Graves would make a grand entrance, strumming a guitar, He’d start singing along to the country song playfully encouraging his family to join in.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro would return home with a warm smile, immediately seeking out his family. He’d announce his arrival with a heartfelt, “Familia, I’m back!” He’d then gather everyone for a group hug, he loves group hugs. expressing how grateful he is to be home safe. His nurturing nature would shine through as he shares stories of his mission.

Rodolfo Parra

Rodolfo would come home with a sense of relief, announcing, “I’m back, and I brought stories!” He’d gather the kids, parents, in law, grandparents, cousins, neighbors, dogs, cats, birds, around and start recounting tales from the mission, making them sound adventurous and exciting. His enthusiasm would captivate the children, and he’d make sure to remind them how much he missed them while he was away.

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Johnny's Bad Habit

Every night just after 2AM Johnny gets out of bed, but where is he going? Follow him and find out.

Pairing: John Mactavish x Reader

WC: 431

Every. Single. Night.

Johnny slipped out of bed, careful not to wake you. Where he was puttering off to, you had no clue. When you asked him about it he would always use the excuse of going to the bathroom.

The bathroom? Every single night at the same exact time? Sure, Johnny.

At this point, it's been going on for weeks. Three to be exact. It was bothering you more and more each night. Sure, he was careful not to wake you up but it's not like he was good at it. Not knowing where your own husband was off to at 2AM would drive anyone crazy anyway.

Tonight you decided to follow, creeping behind him slowly, sure to be silent and keep a good distance. He putters down the stairs in his sweatpants and black t-shirt. One sock on his foot, the other probably back under the covers, having been left behind.

You would think he looked absolutely adorable if he didn't have you so upset.

He slips past the door to the basement and shuffles down. You peek your head around the corner, eyes finding him as he bends down to open the freezer below the fridge.

Oh.

Of course.

He gleefully unwraps one of the ice cream sandwiches you had stocked up on last month. Summer was around the corner and the only market close to your house was closing down. The buy five get ten free was too tempting to pass up. Those were supposed to be for your sons...

"John Mactavish." You call down to him, putting on your best stern voice.

He wips his head around, eyes widening like a deer in headlights, "Ohhhh heya, Love. How ya doin'?"

That little guilty look.

You can see it all over his face. He's really trying to act innocent here. You laugh, descending the stairs to meet him.

You tilt your head, small smile curving your lips. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Nothin' just... sleep walkin'." It's a terrible lie. He knows it.

"Sleep walking?" You give him a serious look and cross your arms.

He hangs his head shamefully, eyes landing on the floor. "It's balls... isn't it?"

"Yeah babe. You're not slick." You ruffle his mohawk, the short hairs sticking up wildly.

You take the sandwich from him grasp and take a bite. "These were for the boys."

His hand finds your waist and he drops his forehead to your shoulder. "I know, I know. They're just tasty is all."

"You're buying more tomorrow."

He sighs and chuckles, hair tickling your jaw, "Fair enough."

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Strawberries, please write Soap with quiet and shy reader. Maybe she’s depressed? 🫣 Kinda checked out and unenthusiastic about anything. Here comes fireball Johnny! 😉😘

“You Don’t Have to Smile For Me”

Summary: You're the new Analyst who got transferred after a horrible gruesome operation. You stooped talking or feeling anything. But that doesn't stop Johnny to fight tooth and nail to bring his girl back from the light.

Rating: Angsty with a happy ending. TW: Depression, emotional numbness, implied past trauma, comfort, slow-burn affection, Johnny being a sunshine pitbull.

Masterlist

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The first time Soap meets you, you don’t say much.

Not in the shy, cute way people expect when they say a girl is “quiet.”

No bashful smile. No tucked chin or hidden glances.

You just… don’t say anything. Barely blink. You exist like wallpaper—flat, muted, unnoticed unless someone’s really looking.

Johnny? He looks.

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You’re sitting on the corner of a folding bench at base, back straight, hands limp in your lap. You don’t scroll your phone. Don’t fiddle or doodle or talk. You’re not really doing anything. And that’s what catches his eye.

It’s unnatural, he thinks, how still you are. Like someone pressed pause and forgot to unpause you.

“What’s her name?” he whispers to Gaz at the vending machine, subtly nodding toward you.

Gaz follows his gaze. “New analyst. She got reassigned here after the Germany op.” He pauses. “Be nice. Heard it was messy.”

Messy. The word hangs.

Soap watches you blink slowly, eyes heavy-lidded like sleep doesn’t stick to you anymore. You don’t flinch when loud boots pass by or when someone slams a locker nearby.

You’re not skittish.

You’re not scared.

You’re just… gone.

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It starts with stupid things. Johnny’s good at stupid things.

“Y’ever think energy drinks are just trauma in a can?” he says, holding up a neon pink can and making a dramatic gagging noise. “This one tastes like electric regret.”

You don’t laugh.

But your brow twitches. Barely. A ghost of an expression.

That’s all he needs.

Next day he brings a different flavor and gives you a full, tragic review:

“This one’s called Blue Lightning Deathstrike. I’m not saying I’ve licked a car battery before, but—”

Your lip almost curls. He sees it. Marks the victory down in his mental scoreboard with a gold star and a celebratory bag of chips.

You’re quiet. Withdrawn. Checked-out in a way that makes his chest tighten if he thinks too long on it. But Johnny MacTavish is not the kind of man who gives up.

You didn’t flinch when everything fell apart, sure.

But maybe you forgot how to feel.

So he makes it his job to remind you.

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Some days, you don’t answer when he talks to you. You just give him these slow, tired glances like his words have to fight their way through fog just to reach you.

But he keeps talking anyway.

He tells you about the time he cut his mohawk crooked and had to pretend it was “a style choice” on a recon op.

Or how Ghost once fell asleep in a beanbag chair with his mask on sideways.

Or how he tried yoga once and ended up spraining his ego.

“You don’t have to talk,” he says one day, crouching next to your bench. “But you don’t have to be alone either, bonnie.”

Your throat works like maybe you’ll say something.

But you don’t.

Still. You don’t walk away.

He counts that as progress too.

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The day you speak, it’s raining.

You’re both stuck under the little overhang near the barracks, him bouncing on his heels, you sitting silently with your knees pulled to your chest.

He’s rambling, as always. Voice warm. Scottish lilt soft, melodic. Like laughter under a quilt.

“Y’know, it’s weird how rain makes people feel clean,” he says. “When I was a kid, I thought maybe the sky cried for us when we couldn’t do it ourselves.”

You finally speak.

“…That’s stupid.”

Your voice is hoarse from disuse. Blunt. Barely above a whisper. But it slices through the quiet like lightning.

Johnny grins. Wide. Unbothered. “Aye, probably is.”

You stare at him, eyebrows drawn. “Why are you always talking to me?”

He shrugs. “’Cause you remind me of a cat. All quiet and bitey and half-feral. But I like cats.”

You blink. Your mouth twitches again. That almost-smile. Almost.

“You’re annoying,” you murmur.

“Consistently,” he agrees cheerfully.

And—for the first time in weeks—you smile.

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He starts showing up at your door after that.

“Walk with me,” he says one morning, nudging a takeout cup of coffee into your hands. “We’ll go somewhere ugly and talk shit about it.”

Or:

“You look like you need to punch something. Want me to find Ghost and tell him you called him ‘Mr. Bean in a balaclava’?”

Or even:

“I’m not saying you should run away with me to open a flower shop in the Scottish Highlands, but I’ve got a business plan and I’m very persuasive.”

You never say yes. Not with words.

But your feet move. You show up. You follow. Every time.

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The thing about Johnny is—he doesn’t try to fix you.

He doesn’t tell you to “cheer up.”

Doesn’t ask what’s wrong or push for answers.

He just stays.

He’s loud and warm and always within reach. A safe, solid kind of chaos. The fire that makes you want to come in from the cold.

You don’t know when the numbness starts to fade.

Only that one day you feel it again—the sharp pang of something. Like waking up with pins and needles after being still too long.

You cry. Not hard. Just a few tears sliding down your cheeks like they don’t know what they’re doing.

Johnny catches them with his thumbs, kneeling in front of you with eyes soft as rain.

“There she is,” he whispers, forehead brushing yours. “There’s my girl.”

You hiccup a laugh-sob. “I’m not yours.”

He leans in, gentle, unrushed. “You will be.”

And somehow, in the wreckage of your silence, in the weight of everything you’ve buried, you believe him.

Because if anyone could burn through your dark.

It’s Johnny MacTavish.

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I don't think Soap would rush you into marriage because he wants sex. I think he does it because he knows his life can be cut short any moment. He does it because when he does bite the bullet he wants you to be taken care of. Hes smart, he plans ahead. Hes discussed this with his team, given them a game plan on what to do if he does die in combat.

Oh he loves you so much and it's proven with every breath he takes and every moment he's planned.

But when that bullet pierces his skull? When he wakes up in the hospital, brain foggy and vision blurred? When he sees you curled up beside him? He retires the moment he can.