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mausinly · 4 months
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i wanna see these big scary men get all flustered, give em a taste of their own medicine
Thinking about cod men with the most s/o of all time that is just so so tender with them and is so soft and kisses them so so good just like they deserve.
Thinking about cod men with an s/o that doesn't hesitate to tell them how pretty they are and will hold and caress them in a heartbeat, watching as their big bad military man melts in their arms.
Thinking about cod men that feel tears brim their eyes as their darling cups his head in their hands, their thumbs ever so gently brushing over his cheeks as they pepper kisses all over his face.
Their s/o makes sure to kiss every scar, every blemish and imperfection, everywhere but his lips until he murmurs how much of a tease his darling is. Only for their lips to meet in the most tender, passionate kiss he's ever received in his life, followed by loving whispers in the dark of night only for him to hear.
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isabella-kr · 1 year
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Hi~ hope you are alright!
Could you do a female!reader that cooks as a hobby and is always leaving little gifts for the boys? Maybe she discovers that Ghost likes strawberry cakes and she leaves a bento strawberry cake for him? (could you do platonic and for all the 141?)
Thank you!!! I hope I'm not annoying lol
What an adorable request 😭 you’re not annoying, dw!! I love when people send me asks <33
Sweet like Sugar
Synopsis: Everyone deserves a sweet treat every once in a while, and with her incredible baking skills, she would assure they would have theirs
Pairing: Taskforce 141, Los Vaqueros, Valeria, Gromsko & König x Platonic!Female!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Mention of low blood sugars, being mentally and physically drained
General Masterlist | COD:MWII Masterlist
Intro
Having baking as a hobby often proved difficult on base, so whenever she got the chance to put her skills to use, she made sure she gave it her all
She would make all sorts of sweet treats - from cakes and pies, to cupcakes and cookies.
Baking for one wasn’t as fun, however, and so she always made sure to make something yummy for some of her favourite people
Even if they hadn’t requested anything, she always kept them in mind
John Price
He was finishing paperwork when she knocked on his door
With a stern ‘come in,’ he placed the pen down on the desk, sending her a small smile when she tiptoes towards him
In her hands, she held a see-through container with a row of blueberry muffins already waiting for him
“What’s this?”
“This is for you!” She grinned, “Thought you might use some sugar. Give you some energy whilst you’re busy with work.”
He hummed, taking the container from her hands and swiftly pulling one of the muffins
The sweet smell immediately enveloped him like a warm blanket, making him smile as he took his first bite
“This is delicious,” he complemented, not wasting any taking another bite, “thank you.”
She grinned from ear to ear, happiness practically radiating off of her as she took a step back
“If you’d like some more, let me know!” She cheered, pulling the door closed as she left him to enjoy the sweet treat
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
She’s seen him eyeing them before, when they passed a bakery on a covert mission
Strawberry cakes. One wouldn’t expect the infamous ghost to have a weakness for the red fruit, but it was a welcome surprise
Upon their return, one of the first things she’s done - after all the paperwork, of course - was head to the kitchen and bake them for him
He deserved them, really. He deserved to have a little break; to sweeten up his pain-filled life
She only hoped they were to his liking
Knocking on the door to his room, she patiently waited for him to open up
She already had the bento held out once the door was opened, and although his face was hidden by his mask, his eyes were expressive enough for her to see what he was thinking
Confusion
“I saw you ogling them back out there,” she began, “So I made you some!”
She held out the door closer towards him, and watched as he hesitantly took it from her
“I hope you like them…”
He stared at the treats for a few seconds, his eyes visibly softening at the sweet gesture
“Thank you,” he said after a short while, to which she replied with a simple smile
John ‘Soap’ MacTavish
Soap was always busy. always moving. Whether it was at the gym, a sparring session, or preparing for an upcoming mission
He was always on the move. And knowing him, he did not take the time to take much care of his body’s needs
His blood sugars were low, she was quick to notice after he once again secretly complained about his dizziness, uncontrollable sweating and shaky hands
She could only shake head head and tell him, for what felt like a millionth time, he needed to take better care of himself
She doubted he’d listen, but she also knew he wouldn’t refuse a sweet treat if it was given to him
So, she decided to put her baking skills to good use
Baking him a stack of delicious cookies, she placed them in a sealed container and trotted towards his room late in the evening
He was quick to open a door, a sweet smile gracing his lips once she came into view
“There are for you,” she held the box out for him to take
He looked confused at first, taking the box with careful hands and taking a peek inside. But once he realised what goodness laid beneath the lid, he practically beamed in delight
He wasted no time taking one out and taking a great bite out of it
“Mmm!” He hummed, licking his lips as the chocolate melted on his mouth, “They’re incredible!”
She grinned in return, fully enjoying his reaction
“If you’ll want more, just let me know!”
“Believe me, I will,” he chuckled, only growing quiet to take another bite
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Gaz often complained about the lack of variety of desserts at lunch
So one day, she decided it was time she made him some
She wasn’t sure whether she just wanted to do something nice for a friend, or maybe she just wanted him to stop complaining for once
Whatever it was, it led her to spending an hour or two in the kitchen
When lunch rolled around, she had the sweets neatly packed in a box, which she set beside him after they settled on a table
“What’s this?” He asked curiously
She only smiled, “open it.”
The smile that pulled at his lips once he saw the muffins were a sight for sore eyes
He was eager to take one out right then and there, but what stopped when you slapped his hand away
“Lunch first.”
He rolled his eyes, but complied nonetheless, practically shoving the food in his mouth so he could finally taste the sweet goodness
And when he did, it was as though he was on cloud nine
Hums of delight rolled out his throat, and it was safe to say he did not complain that day, or the day after
Alejandro Vargas
Alejandro was a busy man
He was also a tired man, barely catching the sleep he so desperately needed
She knew she couldn’t force him to sleep, but she could help him in another way
She could sweeten his life just a little bit
It was after a hectic mission that she took her residence in the kitchen and began baking up a storm
The smell was heavenly, but before she managed to eat all the cake by herself, she packed a few slices up for the colonel and made her way to his office
A tired ‘come in,’ sounded from the inside of the room
She opened the door slowly and carefully before making her way in, and setting the box on his desk
He looked at it confused at first, but then after she gestured at it, he pulled it towards him and took a look inside
“Ah,” a smile took over his features, “You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” she replied
After sealing the box, he put it to the side to enjoy later, “Thank you.”
She nodded, “If you’d like some more, there’s some in the kitchen.”
Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra
Rudy was a sweet man
He usually wore a smile on his face, and always treated those around him with respect
But despite this, it was easy to see when the missions were getting the better of him
When it was becoming too much
When he was tired, both physically and mentally
After seeing him force a smile, she decided it was time someone did something nice for him
She made her way to the kitchen in record speed and, after gathering all the needed ingredients, she created her work of art
It wasn’t much. It was a simple batch of cookies that anyone could make, really
But it was the thought that counts
She made sure they were sealed properly before she made her way towards his room
He opened the door tiredly, and the smile once again had to be forced onto his face
“Here,” she handed the box over to him
He took it with a confused look, his eyes closing when the smell invaded his space
A small, yet real, smile pulled at the corners of his lips. It was a pleasant sight, and it caused her own lips to curl upwards
“Thank you,” he told her appreciatively
“I hope you enjoy them…”
“I will.”
Valeria Garza
Valeria barely ever had time for personal pleasures
The cartel kept her busy, and often put her in ridiculously dangerous situations
She barely allowed herself rest, and so, over time, the simple pleasures of life were neglected by her; forgotten
She had seen how hard she worked every single day. From early mornings to late in the night
It was a sad sight
So, she took it upon herself to brighten her day just a little bit
The muffins were soft and sweet, but not too sweet to the point your teeth would hurt after a few bites
With the carefully sealed in a container, she made her way to where she knew Valeria always went when she needed to clear her head
“Hope I’m not disturbing,” she muttered, catching her attention
She turned to you, her brows furrowing at the disturbance, but she said nothing
“I made these for you,” she simply said, handing her the sweet treats
She was hesitant to take them, her eyes analysing her as if trying to work out whether she had any ulterior motives
“You’ve just looked overworked,” she tried to explain herself, “I thought you might use something sweet to… but if you don’t want them-“
“No,” she held the box closer towards her when she reached to take it back, “Thank you.”
“Of course!” She grinned happily, smiling when she heard the container open once she was out of the drug lord’s view
Gromsko
Gromsko was a nostalgic man, and often spoke fondly of his grandmother
He told her about the many many memories he’s had of her, and oftentimes mentioned her delicious jabłecznik (it’s a Polish cake w/ apples in it & it’s absolutely delicious)
He mentioned it one too many times, because she soon got the idea to surprise him with the delicious goodness
She couldn’t be certain it would taste like his grandmother’s. In fact, she was sure it most likely didn’t, but she was eager to bring that taste of childhood back into his life
So, one day, she made him the sweet cake, and packed it neatly in a big container
He was easy to find, taking some time to relax on a bench outside one of the barracks to take in the fresh air
She sat beside him, and handed over the box with a genuine smile
“It probably doesn’t taste the same, but I hope you like it nonetheless,”
He was bewildered, and had to take a few moments to return back to reality
The smell alone was enough to send him back in time, and when a smile made its way onto his lips, she couldn’t help but mirror his expression
“Thank you,” he told her, staring fondly at the container in his hands, “thank you so much.”
König
This man has a sweet-tooth
He loved all that was sweet, often having little treats hidden away in his pockets in case he got hungry throughout the day
But there was one problem
When given a choice between two, or multiple treats, he never knew what to pick
He made it seem as though it was the most difficult decision he was ever presented with. It was hilarious, really, but it could also become frustrating for the others
So, one day, she decided to choose for him
She woke up earlier that day, and made him some sweet cupcakes she was sure he would appreciate
And when lunch came around, instead of having him stare indecisively at the row of desserts, she dragged him to a table and before he could complain, handed him the container
The excitement in his eyes was visible from miles away; certain sparkle appeared in them, causing her to let out an amused laugh
“Thank you!” He told her, his tone cheery yet serious at the same time
“No worries,” she told him, “I hope you’ll like them.”
“Oh, I definitely will!”
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soullessdianthus · 6 months
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have you written anything for a perv!gromsko? he is my favorite and i would love to see you write for him!
A/N: I decided to write him in the most stereotypical way which is misogynistic (men in Poland are like this fr *COUGHS*). Just because I gave myself a pass to do that bc I'm Polish, okay? *Muah* to this anon for Polish reference! (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
Warnings: misogyny, sabotage in workplace, nsfw (overstimulation, darcyphilia, cockwarming, throat training, dumbification maybe?)
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✧°. Gromsko is a misogynistic kind of pervert. Born and raised in a traditional Polish family he grew unaware of his deepest, darkest desires. Until.
✧°. When you enrolled into the SpecGru forces, he couldn’t believe something as delicate as a girl found herself here, within the private military company. Of course Sobiesław knew women were stronger than it seemed, but not in a fucking battlefield. In his opinion they should worry about hearth and home not a bloodshed. 
✧°. Obviously he had been working with some scary women before, but never with someone like you – still young, perhaps naive even. Your pretty body untouched with little to no scars. You were definitely a description of a delicate flower in his eyes.
✧°. His mother and grandmother raised him well – he would never risk the life of a devoted woman in a place like this. So since the first day Kościuszko saw you enter the gym hall, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
✧°. Perv!Gromsko would stare from his spot, surrounded by his friends, yet it was you who got his full attention. How your body flexes and muscles stretch while working out or how your breasts bounce as you run on the treadmill. Dear God, don’t give him ideas.
✧°. He was already dreaming of you riding his cock into oblivion, naked while he was in full uniform. Sobiesław’s coarse hands pressing down onto your hips, making you sink further against him and his girl mewling from pleasure.
✧°. Sneaking behind everyone’s back Perv!Gromsko would do everything to be assigned with you while on a mission. Sobiesław very carefully sabotaged your work just for the superiors to punish you. 
✧°. Why? Because he would defend you in front of them, telling them you need another chance, that he would guide you. And since he was an honored soldier within the company, they made him your temporary superior as he had a higher rank than you. From now on, he was responsible for you and your doings. 
✧°. Gromsko had you where he wanted to since the very beginning – vulnerable and dependent. 
✧°. Perv!Sobiesław believed it was meant that way, because women should listen to their husbands, right? First thing he wanted to change in your training routine was cardio. 
✧°. Your comrade told you to show up at his dorm’s door in the evening. Without much thinking of it, you came straight to him, thinking he would take you to gym – how foolish.
✧°. A loud gasp escaped your mouth, when the man that was supposed to help you with your training session was pressing your face into the bedroom’s wall as his huge hands were groping your breasts! Perv!Gromsko would correct your stamina by relentlessly thrusting into your tight cunt, causing you to beg for a break with tears streaming down your eyes. 
✧°. Evening sessions with Sobiesław became an almost daily occurrence. The man would bend you in different positions on his bed, thrusting deep into your pretty pussy until you couldn’t cum anymore. Perv!Gromsko would mock your lack of stamina and threaten he would not allow you to go on a mission if you hadn’t tried harder.
✧°. So he began training your throat breath by telling you to keep his cock in your wet mouth for a good while, sucking gently from time to time. Of course your tears and sobs were causing him to feel pity for you, but Sobiesław was doing this to help you become better! :( 
✧°. He was reading a book, the one from his grandma, while you were laying between his toned legs, keeping his throbbing member warm. You would whine from time to time from the lack of enough oxygen. But then Gromsko would simply caress your pretty, silly head and tell you how good job you’re doing. <3
✧°. “Such a good girl f’me.”
✧°. “No dalej, dasz radę, Mała [pol.: Come on, you can do this, little one].”
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frogchiro · 7 months
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Hi! I love coyote!Graves with cottagecore Reader so much! What are your thoughts on cottagecore reader with grizzly bear!Gromsko?
FINALLY SOMETHING FOR MY POLISH KING RAAAAHHH
Bear!Gromsko is so fucking big and hairy and musky and ughhhh :((
Will literally scare the shit out of you at first because he was just lurking on the treeline of the forest, watching you and scenting the air for your scent before gradually moving closer and closer until you caught him one morning going around you garden, sniffing all your vegetable patches before he turned and you could see his cute ears perk up when he noticed you watching him :((
But he's really harmless!! At least to you that is, because any potential rival he'd sniff out is getting deleted the moment he sees them. You're his chosen mate whether you know it or not and he'll mate with you sooner or later, after all Gromsko's literally an apex predator, a huge and burly grizzly bear male who no one will dare to challenge anyway, plus he's the perfect candidate to give you his cute little cubs <33
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burstinn · 5 months
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Bro..I love your blog already
Can you please do CoD (Ghost, soap, nikto, roach, könig, price, Gromsko(if you write for him) with male reader who has mouth like mileena from mortal combat 😵 you know..sharp ass teeth, Long slimy tongue and shit
Can be nsfw if you want👀
MALE READER WITH A MOUTH LIKE MILEENA
(Headcanons/ short story?)
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People shown: Ghost, Soap, Nikto, Roach, König, Price,Gromsko. As per requested.
Warnings: body/face disfigurement?,small mention of experiment and torture, mentions of slight depression/ mental breakdowns.
Themes: fluff, slight angst, comfort, no nsfw for now ain't feelin the groove can be read with mutual or start of a romantic relationship. Just wanna be held and comforted fr fr 😞😞✋🤚
Note: I never wrote about Gromsko but I do know him. Had to do a research into him. So this is my interpretation of Gromsko hope I got him right.
Also these Headcanons ARE FUCKING LONG. so I hope you saved room for breakfast, lunch, dinner, appetizers, and dessert with complimentary drinks too.
Also this is kinda rushed? I didn't have time to proofread this. So like. Yeah..
You (M/N) had a very disfigured mouth a big slash across your lower face. Making it look like your lower face have been burnt in half. Showing sharp teeth protruding out accompanying it was your long sharp tounge. Your face adorned with scars and bruises you managed to collect through your time in the military. But when you had this type of injury..Where your mouth looks so horribly scarred you had to leave the military.
Due to how long you've been in the military. And how you've been tortured and experimented on making your face look like..this. You hated it. But you wanted to be back in the military for your own personal reasons.
Now since your back in the military you've kept your face hidden. You didn't want your new team to look at you in disgust and horror. They always used to be so scared. But it's a new team! You just have to keep your mask on and none would be the wiser.
GHOST
-Ever since Ghost saw you he always felt something was..off about you. It's not like you kept to yourself no you were sociable sometimes.
-But he kept his doubts about you to himself. You were a soldier. And just because he felt off doesn't mean he had to treat you differently
-He wasn't prodding or asking you about why you kept wearing you mask.
- You have your problems on why you wore your mask, He has his problems. It's like a little understanding why you kept your mask on 24/7.
- Then that one faithful day when you both were paired on a mission and you were caught by an enemy dragged to a building.
- Ghost was quick to follow you. He was nearby and saw you get dragged.
-He made his way silently and quickly through the building. Slipping in through a cracked window as he searched around cautiously.
-A bang could be heard, then a scream. Then silence.. That wasnt good. He swiftly ran over to where he heard the scream. And he found you..you weren't dead no. The enemy was. A big gnash on their neck as they slowly bled on the cold floor.
-And you were there. Coiled into a ball quietly sobbing, shaking your head. He glanced at the bleeding enemy one more time before he ran over to you immediately making his presence known as he gently grabbed your arms covering you face.
-When he pried your hands off and saw your face. He only sighed his eyes softening in small realization. Before he hugged you. As you continue to sob. He knew why you covered your face now... And he won't hate you for that.
SOAP
- He immediately took an interest towards you when he first saw you for the first couple weeks.
- He would stalk you for a bit. Realizing you never took your mask off..like Ghost.
- He didn't mind as well. Maybe you had a similar reason to Ghost. Although that didn't stop him to ask you to take off your mask.
- You took it well. Really just teasing him that you totally would show Soap your face.(you wouldn't, never)
- That only made Soap think that you would someday show your face.
- You both grew close. Always hanging out, making jokes, hell even sleeping in the same room.
- Although he would keep pestering you about your mask.
- You trusted him deeply and he trusted you.
- Then one day you pulled Soap in a closet.. Although he was a bit suspicious asking you slyly why you brought him here. Before you shut him up.
- It was serious.. you trusted him so so deeply.. maybe..he wouldn't judge you if you showed him..your face? And that's what you did. You explained why you called him here. Hus face bellowing with excitement. As you slowly took off your mask showing. Your face.
- You looked worriedly at him. Soap had gone silent. And he was just staring wide eyed...oh no..no..no.. that wasn't the reaction you wanted.
- You tried to explain..or try to convince Soap to not make you look like a freakish fool. But Soap just..ran out of the closet.. leaving you there dumbstruck..
- It was only later in the night. Specifically midnight. You couldn't forget how Soap looked at you it was heart wrenching. That was it. He thinks you look like a freak now.
- You hold your face in your hands. Sobbing about your friend.. that now thinks your disgusting.
- Then 3 knocks came at your door. You dawned your mask wiping away your tears before opening the door. Before you even react Soap pushes you in your room and closes the door.
- You don't respond. He whispers something to you then he removes your mask. Making you panic..Then he holds your face. Gentle and soft as he looks at you with a solemn smile.
- "M/N..." He whispers your name again as he rubs your lower face. Holding you in his arms as he whispers praises.. and apologies. For you.
NIKTO
- He wouldn't care about you
- He really didn't like or want any more new recruits. He found new people annoying. So when you first bumped into Nikto. He gave you a glare before he shoved past you.
- When he overheard people talking about how you never removed your mask. He got slightly curious so whenever you were nearby he would watch you. And they were right. You never took off your mask.
- One day he got frustrated with you. Do you think you're special for not taking off your mask?
You think you are cool? He seethed.
- Although he was a brute to you he was at least modest well.. modest to not pull your mask out of your face Infront of your teammates.
- Instead he cornered you somewhere private. Gruffly asking then commanding you to take off your mask.
- When you disagreed he ripped it off your face. And saw..your.. face. His eyes slightly widened.
- And when you started to panic trying to grab your mask while hiding it. Til' you eventually snatched it out of his hands when he was frozen with shock. You wore your mask and ran out.
- That's when Nik knew he fucked up. He knew he needed to apologize. So he went to search for you after he processed what happened now the guilt weighing down on him every minute he couldn't find you.
- When he finally found you probably hiding off somewhere, most likely avoiding Nik. He sat down next to you. Unsure how to start with his apology.
- When he finally blurted it out. Looking at you with obvious guilt in his eyes. But he knew sorry wasn't enough. So he took his mask off himself. Showing his own scars and bruises. Scooting himself closer to you still with that apologetic look.
- You talked for a while maybe about how you got your scar or not. About anything else.
ROACH
-Hes quiet around you. Once he first saw you he didn't really react much. It's just a new recruit nothing special.
- You never takes off your mask? Nothing special to him.
- He kept to himself you kept to yourself.
- he was just crawling around one day. Hiding up in small spaces and just idk stayed there.
- And when you bursted in closing the door behind you. He hid himself further in that corner he was in. He's not confronting you..nuh uh..
- He watched you stand there for a few minutes before you took of your mask. Showing off your lower face. Which made him go closer to see.
- Woah.. He watched you intently without your mask. Taking in every detail. He thought you looked cool. Didn't understand why you hid your face. Looked kinda sick tbh.
- That's when you felt someone watching you and you lock eyes with Roach. Your eyes widening hastily grabbing your mask and running off. Leaving Roach there with his thoughts. He must've understood enough you don't like being seen with your mask down.
- So the next few days. He watched you looking at you with a knowing look. While you looked back nervous and full of embarrassment?.
- And one of those days he was watching you. He walked up to you without saying anything and handed you a piece of ripped paper only reading
" You look cooler without your mask ".
KÖNIG
- He raised an eyebrow when he saw you. Almost already knowing you were the type of person who would keep him mask on.
- Not like he cares or anything
- He would though keep an eye on you. Just in case.. Not like he's interested in seeing your face or anything.
- From watching to discreetly following you around. Just to make sure okay? It's nothing else.
- When he was following you today. He watched from the side when a few other soldiers with the same rank as you walked in beside you. Poking and prodding on why you have to hude your face in a mask? Did you look sexy bad you had to hide it?
- When you ignored or scolded them. They quickly got annoyed with you and tried removing you mask. Even when you tried to shove and fight them off they would eventually take off your mask anyway.
- König knows he should stop he was about to when they finally managed to take off your mask. And they all backed away from you in disgust evidently on their face.
- If you got angry or sad they would just back away from you again. They don't care you looked disgusting. If you tried to grab your mask from someone they'd back away from you while screaming at you to get away from them.
- König didn't notice your face. Well not yet anyway. He made his presence known in a booming voice as he dismissed the people who just assaulted you. They're still holding your mask
- You try to hide your face but. That didn't work. Even when König saw you. He saw your face. His face softening when he saw you.
- He walks up to you. Going on his knees to take your hands off your face. As he looks up at you softly. Holding your hands in his.
- He shouldn't judge. He didn't really care. You are his soldier and you took his interest. He talked to you softly sprinkling in praises about your face while he tries to comfort you.
PRICE
- He knew about your face. It was already mentioned in your information when he read your file. He was the one who let you in 141 anyway. And he didn't mind
- He had seen lots of injuries all varying in scales. So he didn't really mind your face
- Wether you knew that Price knew about your face or not. He would be the first to call you everytime in his office to talk.
- Just discreetly talking about you. Maybe get you to open up to him. Which would then eventually lead to you opening up to the rest of the team.
- He wanted you to feel comfortable and feel part of the team. Always.
- He told you he knew about your face. Any reactions from you would just let him make you sit down as he tries to be your personal therapist. Assuring you that no one would judge you. If anyone did. He would make sure that they would be punished.
GROMSKO
- He would eye you at first before trying to impress you. Well trying to impress all the new recruits. Always showing off how good he is in what he does.
- When he noticed you never got rid off your mask. Not even talking to anyone why you take off your mask. He had a great idea.
- His first plan with you was to get you to take off your mask to him. Just so he could show off that he was the lucky guy to see your face.
- So he made himself get comfortable with you. Hanging around you, talking to you, trying to scope you out so he could get your trust and take your mask off around him. Maybe he could get a sweet picture so he could have proof.
- He would talk to you alot. Almost everyday actually, he would make himself hang around you. Maybe even begging to be in the same missions with you. Just so he could....why'd he hang out with you again??.. ahh he forgot!
- He just suddenly.. started wanting to be close friends with you. Forgetting his original reason.
-That was when he only remembered his initial reason why he was friends with you. When you pulled him somewhere private and you asking him if he wanted to see your face.
- He got excited. Even more when he remembers why you guys were friends. But a slight guilt stung him when he remembers why. His first intentions were.. really selfish. But now he was really fond of you.
- But he nodded and when you took of your mask seeing your mouth. Of course he got shocked and to your dismay backed away from you.
- He cleared his throat when he realized that wasn't really.. a good reaction really..
- So he moved closer to you. Admiring your sharp teeth and mouth.
- He even asked you to show your tounge. Just as impressive.
- He grew even more and more fond of you. You let him touch your lower face. He takes off his own as well. Showing his face. As he held your face.
- He whispered something polish about you looking so unique.. so special?...
- Then he didn't know why but. He just..I dont know.. pressed his lips on yours.. Not like it meant anything..or something.. (it totally meant something)
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nrdmssgs · 6 months
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How your first kisses with Nikto and Gromsko would feel
Masterlist Part 1 (Gaz, Soap, Ghost) Part 2 (Price, Nikolai, König)
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Never wrote for these two, but... hey, why not? Maybe I got too carried away with Niktos drama.
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Nikto
A few saw the fear in this man's eyes. But here you are: looking him deep in the eyes and witnessing panic taking over Niktos mind.
The only time, he takes off his mask with you around is when you are sleeping. No matter how much reassurance you gave him - he only allows himself to spend a few hours without disguise, strictly when you can't see him.
Sometimes you wake up, feeling him sliding under your blanket, pressing his chest against your back. But he never lets you turn back to face him. Any attempt of yours ends up with Nikto hugging you tighter, burying his face somewhere between a pillow and your hair, muttering 'Spi krepko, moy svet*'.
You are his light, so he is determined to never darken your life with the sight of his face. So imagine his horror when he wakes up from the touch of your fingers on his cheek. He must have relaxed too much, didn't notice you shifting in your sleep. And now it is too late: you see, even worse - you feel his ugliness on the tips of your fingers.
He freezes, but something unkind awakes in his eyes. Guilt, self-hatred, doubt.
"We must go." Nikto snarls raspy and sharply pulls away from your hands. He must disappear from your sight, stop harassing your soft soul with his face right now.
You know, how bad it is when this 'we' appears instead of 'I'. This rarely happens, but when it starts - he abandons you for weeks, sometimes for months, hiding somewhere from the entire world. And you can't let this situation escalate.
With one swift motion, you catch his hand and pull it to your face. His name, not a call sign, his real name escapes from your lips and that catches his attention.
"Look at me. Stay close and look at me, love." You talk to him, as if you are guiding him through all his terrors towards a solace, he usually finds in your eyes.
As his fingers trace your features, you mimic his movements, letting him feel, how his touch feels against your skin. Slowly, his breath steadies.
You don't rush it: you let him calm down and get comfortable before you lean closer and plant the softest kiss at the corner of his lips. Nikto doesn't lean back, doesn't push you away, but he presses his lips firmly together and slowly shakes his head in silent refusal.
I can't.
You learned to understand him, even when he doesn't let some thoughts out. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but you learned to read it in his eyes. And now you see regret and sorrow. His face stays calm, but his eyes scream 'I would give anything to be able to dare, but I can't'.
So you do it for him: dare to cross this line instead of him. Your first kiss is left unanswered, but as you brush your lips against his again and again - he closes his eyes, lowers his head in a final attempt to regain control over himself, but fails and catches your lips in a short, but desperate kiss.
His answer to your caresses is like a distant storm - abrupt touches to your lips resemble lightning dancing over the horizon, his hands slowly bringing you closer shatter your mind like a thunder. Never have you ever felt so much from so little contact. This man has such a power over you - it should scare you. But you feel like you want more: you want his lips to linger on yours for a longer time, you want his hands running all over your body.
You allow yourself just a taste - a tip of your tongue lightly traces just a few millimeters of his Niktos lips, and he groans quietly. As he pauses for a moment to look you in the eyes and maybe find there regret or disgust, you can barely calm down your deepened breath and ask, plead to keep kissing you.
He traces his fingers over your jawline and deepens the kiss, gradually leaving sorrow and fear of scaring you away behind. For who is he to deny his light's wish? Nobody. Nikto.
Spi krepko, moy svet* - sleep well, my light
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Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko
Two main things, you've learned about this big burly loud guy over the years of your friendship are his incredible hospitality and absolute forgiveness. Those, who don't know him, may be afraid of Gromsko the first time they see him, but you know the guy too well for that. He is a giant softie, when it comes to you.
So there were no allegations, when you not even offered, but straight presented him with a fait accompli, that you are cooking a dinner at his place the next time, you visit him. You didn't tell him, but you were afraid, that if he cooks once again for you - you are not leaving his house, you are rolling out of it. His eagerness to feed you could compete only with your granny`s. Maybe it was a cultural thing, maybe he genuinely was worried about you being too small - but Gromsko saw it like his top priority mission.
"Sobieslaw, stop it right now, or I'm chopping your fingers off!" You laugh, maneuvering a kitchen knife, so that it touches only carrot. It's impossible to shield a cutting board from him, as Gromsko practically envelops you, laying his chin on the top of your head and stealing a bite of every single ingredient, you use.
"I'm helping, słoneczko*!" You like the feeling of his voice, reverberating in his broad chest. It is like a purring cat, pressed against your back.
Maybe you lean back on him too obviously, because at some point he smirks and asks if you need more space.
"I'm fine, So. Just... just try to not eat our dinner before I even cooked it, ok?" You are still giggling and don't even notice, how he drops his face into your hair and just stands like that, drowning in your scent.
"Good. It is good, you feel fine, when I'm around." Suddenly his voice is much softer, and you hear him right above your ear.
He brushes your hair off the side and plants a small warm kiss right behind your ear. You freeze, not sure, how to interpret this sudden shift in your friend's behavior.
"I should stop, or you're chopping my fingers right now?" He is so close, yet he doesn't touch you anymore. Not until you let him.
You slowly turn to him. "I should, if you didn't mean, what you just did."
His face lights with the happiest, widest smile.
"Oh, but I do, słońce. I certainly do."
His kiss on your lips is incredibly soft, his warm breath tickles your skin, as he cups your face. Sobieslaw is caring in every his motion, helping you to relax and just live in this moment. He smiles into your kiss, gives you a complete freedom to do whatever you feel like, only showing you, that there is nothing, he wouldn't do for you. As his tongue brushes against yours, warmth ignites deep in your chest and feels you with a sensational feeling. Feeling of becoming his.
słoneczko and słońce - sunshine
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cookiepie111 · 8 months
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(Black fem reader) this is very self indulgent
Men who fall asleep with their dick in you. Your Walls so soft, clinging to them. one too many rounds leave them pussy drunk, only thinking how good you feel, still twitching around them after multiple orgasm. They could pull out now but good you're just so warm, its crazy how well they fit in you. Your weak slaps do nothing to move him once he's dropped on you, only the gentle rubbing at your hips, letting you know he's still with you
Sanji,zoro (one piece) Miguel (atsv) Steven grant (moon knight) ghost, könig gromsko (cod)( anyone else who you might think let me know)
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Big & Loud
Sobiesław "Gromsko" Kościuszko X afab F!Reader
Rating: 18+/Explicit Words: 3k Warnings: Canon-typical Violence, Blood and Injury Tags: Fluff, Smut, oral sex, mention of analingus, PIV sex.
a/n: *banging fists on table* GROM-SKO! GROM-SKO! GROM-SKO! I wanted to give some other operators love. This big Polish man is something else, I tell ya! I purposely didn't read other people's interpretations before writing this. I wanted to see what I came up with.
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It’s hard to miss him.
In fact, his presence is overwhelming and draws attention. You had barely been with SpecGru a few hours before you noticed him. A hearty laugh echoed in the mess hall. You look in the direction and see a large man laughing so much that his shoulders shake. 
You make note of him, but keep your distance. He seems engaged in his conversation and his laughter only draws more people in. A hearty laugh and a bright smile.
A few days later, you are called in for a briefing. Your nerves are high, it’s your first one since you joined. You sit at the large table with two other squad members, but your CO seems to be waiting for one more person to arrive.
Then the doors practically burst open and in walks that man.
“Nice of you to join us,” your CO remarks. 
“Sorry, commander!” He replies. His voice is booming in the small room. He sits down with such a confident ‘plop’ you worry that his chair is going to break. Up close, and even in fatigues, he is a big man. He sits there with a smile on his face that accentuates wrinkles in the corner of his eyes.
You try to focus on the briefing, but you can’t ignore his foot tapping on the floor. The man is always moving. He starts playing with a pen, fiddling it between fingers until it falls on the floor.  It should be infuriating, but it’s so constant that you can drown it out. 
Until a second pen hits the floor.
He taps your shoulder and silently asks for another. Despite your instincts telling you not to. He’s dropped two, of course he would repeat it again. But, those eyes look sincere. So, you hand him your spare pencil.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t drop it.
When the briefing is over, he leans down and picks up the dropped writing utensils. He gleefully taps your shoulder with the pen you lent him. When you take it, he holds out his hand for a handshake. “Kościuszko,” he repeats. “Sobiesław Kościuszko.” That has to be the most Polish name in existence. No wonder people just call him Gromsko.
********
The man seems incapable of staying still.
On the plane ride to the mission, his foot is always tapping. Or his head is nodding along to nothing, accentuated by that unique headgear he wears. It’s hard to ignore the way the fabric scraps bob and flutters.
It’s hard to ignore everything about that man. 
When he speaks, he’s blunt and often vulgar. Sometimes he will say something in Polish that makes others nearly spit out their drinks. During briefings, he often asks if he can borrow something to write with. There is a fifty fifty chance if he drops it. 
He always hands it back with a smile.
“Dziękuję bardzo,” he says. “Thank you.”
If no one is speaking, he whistles to himself. If someone yells at him for whistling he hums a softer tune. You wonder how this man operates in more covert missions.
Turns out, he’s never brought in on those. Gromsko is a battering ram, not a scalpel. If he’s going on a mission it’s because you need someone big, loud, and can get the job done. He draws a lot of attention to himself for a field medic.
It seems counterproductive. Wouldn’t you want the medic in a more secure position? Nothing about this man makes much sense. How can someone go from bashing enemies heads in with a hammer and delicately to stitching up a teammate at a moment's notice.
One mission, your annoyance washed away.
The team was under heavy fire. Someone was injured, you were outnumbered, it was a shit show. Your nerves were on end and he wouldn’t stop whistling. It rang right into your ear and it was driving you insane. Even the deafening sound of gunfire couldn’t tune it out.
“Gromsko!” you shouted. “I swear to fucking god—!”
You looked over and saw him hunched over your injured squadmate. Gromsko looked unbothered, even had a smile on his face as he applied pressure to an artery spurting blood all over his uniform. 
“Focus on me,” he urged his patient. “You’ll be ok. Przeżyjesz, by walczyć innego dnia.” The poor soldier stared into his eyes the entire time. Thankfully, he made it back home.
********
His attitude stopped bothering you after that. You started to appreciate all he does for those around him.
If he’s louder and later than everyone else, he’s the only one that gets yelled at. He complains about not getting enough rations on missions so they allocate more. He shares them in private when it’s actually meal time. Whistling and rhythmic tapping give you something to focus on as the endless waiting drones on. WHen you aren’t on assignment with him you remember his earnestness, kindness, and cheer is something that is so rare in this line of work.
You might even start to like him.
Once that thought gets into your head it never leaves. And then you can’t stop staring at him.
“Like what you see, słoneczko?” He jokes one day. The mission was in South America and Gromsko was walking around the safehouse shirtless for some kind of relief. You were not staring at his forearms or hairy chest. Especially not now because he’s shirtless.
The man sweats a lot. How does he survive missions anywhere other than the tundra? How can he even breathe in that mask? It’s infuriating that he will pull off his gear and his sweat-soaked shirt clings to his chest. You should be disgusted, but you can’t.
“I’m only kidding around!” He says, waving you off. Giving you an out from this conversation.
********
Then there was the mission that changed everything. The day you needed him. Really needed him.
You’re sitting in the safehouse, clutching your thigh for dear life. Bullet to the leg. Classic through and through. Gromsko is applying pressure and adding gauze to attempt to staunch the bleeding, but you feel light headed.
“Look at me,” he insists. And you can’t. The headgear and mask were discarded the moment he got you to safety. You focus on his dark eyes, the stubble beginning to grow, and the sweaty hair matted to his forehead. He’s beautiful.
Or, you are starting to lose consciousness. Two things can be true at the same time.
“Breathe with me,” he urges. He accentuates the rise and fall of his chest and you fall into line. Whenever he adds pressure or applies more gauze you wince. He clicks his tongue to bring you back so you can keep looking at him.
You’re dying. You’re dead. You are definitely not thinking about how romantic it is for you to be bleeding out on the floor of a safehouse. It is not sweet for you to have half of your pants cut off and his hands to be covered in your blood.
It’s just not, right?
Gromsko doesn’t relent until the bleeding tapers off. He mumbles words in Polish, sounding relieved as he ties a bandage around your leg tight to keep pressure on that wound.
“You’ll be stable for evac, słoneczko. Just stay still.” Medic’s orders.
“You always call me that. What does that mean?” You ask. You swear you see a sparkle in his eyes.
“Ah,” he replies. “It means ‘sunshine,’ because you brighten my day.”
Oh Lord, if anyone else said that out loud your eyes would roll  so hard they might fall out of your skull. But with him? It’s not even in the top five list of cheesy things he’s said this week.
It’s so cheesy, in fact, it’s making you feel very foolish. The blood loss isn’t helping either.
“Gromsko,” you mumble. The man snaps his attention back at you. “I think I need help with something else.” “What is it?” He reaches for his IFAK, but you motion him closer. When he’s within reach, you pull on his vest so his face gets closer to yours.
“I need y—”
He silences you with a finger. You look shocked, assuming it’s a rejection, but he’s smiling. It’s not the beaming smile he usually has plastered on his face. It’s tender, soft and it’s melting your heart. The blood loss is definitely not helping.
“Get some rest, moja słoneczko,” he whispers.
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Gromsko is the first teammate to visit you in the infirmary. ‘Medic privilege’ he said. He’s smiling and acting chipper, but you can see bags under his eyes. He hasn’t shaved and His fatigues are wrinkled too. He barely looks put together. Was he that worried?
“Gromsko—”
“Sobiesław,” he cuts you off. “Please.”
“Sobiesław,” you repeat. You definitely hadn’t been practicing how to say his name in private. “About what happened in the safehouse…”
“Do you regret it?” The concern in his voice is heavy.
“I regret—” Nothing. You regret nothing. “I am sorry I acted unprofessionally.” 
“That wasn’t what I asked, słoneczko.”
You give up. “I don’t regret it. I just wish it wasn’t like that.” A smile is spreading across his face. He’s a big fool and you’re a bigger one for falling for him.
“Is it safe to say you owe me a kiss?” He leans forward, over your bed.
“Yes,” you sigh. “I owe you, with interest.” His eyes light up before he laughs 
“Rest up, then we can reenact it,” he says standing. “I’ll steal a bottle of ketchup to really set the scene!” He leaves the infirmary with a hearty laugh and you cannot stop yourself from smiling for the rest of the day.
********
In bed Sobiesław is just, well, almost too much. You don’t know why you expected anything different.
It’s not a size thing. He is tall, but he’s not giant like Konig, or built like a truck like Ghost. He’s just everywhere. His hands are almost too eager to hold you. Wandering everywhere just to keep you close.
Kisses are searing and open-mouthed. He makes out like he’s trying to steal the oxygen from your lungs. He plants kisses wherever he can reach on your skin. He tries to get his mouth to suckle as much of your breasts as possible. He blows raspberries on your stomach, despite your protests.
When he looks up with that smile, you can’t be upset with him.
Sobiesław’s enthusiasm between your legs was somehow more overwhelming. He lifts your legs over his shoulders, holds your thighs close to his head, and nearly lifts your hips off the mattress. He doesn’t tease, he lacks the patience for it.
He is always everywhere all at once. He gives you more than you need and takes all that you have. He won’t be content until you are shaking. Not satisfied until there are tears in your eyes.
“Please,” you whine as you pull at his hair. Desperate for a respite from his attention.
“One more for me,” he urges. You shake your head ‘no’.
“I can’t! I—”
“You can,” he insists. “You cum once more and I’ll fuck you like you deserve.” How are you supposed to say no to that? 
He hums against your clit and your stomach drops a moment later.
“Dobrze zrobiony,” he mumbles against your far too sensitive skin. “So good to me.” You sit up, thinking he is going to crawl forward. But suddenly, he is lifting your hips off the mattress and his mouth is traveling down further.
“You said—!”
He cuts you off with a press of his tongue against your asshole.
“Just one more,” he repeats. His voice is dripping with self-satisfaction. “I promise. This time for real.” You reach between your legs to pull his head away, but you can’t reach. When you squirm he holds you steady.  Any objections you have vanish in your throat when his tongue pushes past that tight ring of muscle.
You are doomed.
The moment his cock slides into you his words become gibberish. A vulgar waterfall of mostly Polish spills over you as he rocks into you. Of course, why would he suddenly become quiet now? He is bracing himself on his forearms on either side of your head. He pushes his body weight against your chest as he fucks you into the bed. Just enough weight so you struggle to breathe, but not enough for concern. Your head gets lighter with each thrust.
“Proszę—please,” he moans against your neck. “I need to hear you.” He sucks your skin enough to cause slight pain. When you wince, he pulls back and licks at the bruise that is to form. 
“Tak dobrze. So good,” he grunts and groans. Your nails dig into his shoulders, but it only encourages him. Your legs struggle to wrap around his hips, so he makes it even more difficult. Thrusting harder
“Sobies—” It was already difficult to pronounce his name in the best of circumstances.
“Come on,” he demands. “Say my name.”
“Sobie—sław!” You muster. “Oh god, fuck me. Please!”
“Good,” he grunts, “very good.” He lifts himself off you a few inches to get a better look at your fucked out expression. “Look at you,” he remarks. His thumb presses against the corner of your lips, you turn your head to suck on the finger. “Piękny, absolutely beautiful. Like you were made for this, yes?”
You weakly nod your head. “Please,” you whimper. “I’m so—”
Sobiesław leans forward to kiss you. Well, not so much to kiss as to devour. Leaning forward, his pelvis brushes against your clit with every thrust. The added rhythmic pressure makes your body tighten and convulse. You cry out, but his lips muffle the sounds. 
Sobiesław lifts his head up enough to speak. “Louder,” he demands. “I can’t hear you.”
“Please—!”
He cuts you off with another demanding kiss. He laughs. You feel it vibrate in his chest. Carefree and cruel in the same moment. He refuses to tease you, but he barely gives you time to breathe.
“That’s it,” he groans against your mouth. You can only respond with a cry. “Cum for me. Please.” Oxygen leaves your lungs when you cry out. Too much of his weight is on your chest to fully replace it. You are writhing beneath him and mumbling nonsense against his skin.
Your orgasm hits you like a bus. You writhe between him and the bed. It’s almost too much, like him. He doesn’t stop thrusting. You can only cling to him for support. He mumbles a mix of languages, obviously encouraging. 
His accent is rough against your skin and it spurs you on more than you imagined. 
He doesn’t stop. You have to tap your fist against his back to get him to stop. He pulls away with a hearty laugh, utterly content with himself. As you come down, he kisses and licks the tears staining your cheek. He truly is never able to stay still.
“Moja słoneczko,” he whispers. “So good
“I—I don’t know,” you reply. Your legs feel like jelly and your hips are beginning to hurt from being spread so wide.
“Of course you can.” Before you know, he pulls out, flips you onto your stomach, and thrusts back inside you. His chest is flush with your back and he braces himself on forearms on either side of your head. Surrounded on all sides.
“What about this?” He asks. “Let me do all the work.” Words are beyond you. You lift your head and moan through gritted teeth. Sobiesław leans down and attempts to nip at your ears. Your surprised squeak makes him erupt with laughter.
“You make this too fun, moja słoneczko.” He grunts into your ear. “Should have done this sooner, no?”
Trapped between him and the mattress, you are unable to fight back his thrusts. His chest hair brushes against your back. His many enthusiastic sounds go right into your ear. You feel vulnerable. You feel safe.
“So wet,” he moans. “So tight.” When he lets out a breathless laugh you feel the air skip across your skin. “Shouldn’t have spent so long staring at me. I need to make up for lost time. Right?”
“No,” you whimper while also nodding your head into the sheets. You are giving off mixed messages, but it is really hard to care. Every thrust pushes your cheek
“No?” He thrusts harder once, then twice. “You had enough?”
“Never,” you whine, “enough.” 
“Moja słoneczko, you were made for me,” he groans. If he wasn't fucking the thoughts out of your head you would think he's too cheesy. “Cum for me,” he urges. “One last time, I promise.”
You arch your back, pressing your chest into the mattress. He fucks you through it. You want to scream, but it's too suffocating. All you can mangae is a few whimpers and a pathetic cry.
Sobiesław cums loudly. His sounds are nearly pained. He pulls out at the last second and ruts between the cheeks of your ass. He sounds animalistic when he grunts moans. You feel spurts of his cum hit you lower back and it makes you jump.
His arms practically give out and he puts more of his body weight on you. His cum gets smeared all over your back and his stomach. You can’t seem to care. The sounds of his breathing evening out is more than enough.
That is, until you struggle to breathe. Suffocating. Intoxicating. Nearly too much. You love it though. Life without him is going to seem boring.
“Can’t. Breathe,” you gasp. He quickly rolls to the side, but before you can react he pulls you into his chest. He stinks and is sticky with sweat. It’s not all his own. He holds you close, not caring that his cum is smearing all over the both of you and his bed sheets.
You can’t make yourself care either.
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fnny-bnny · 10 months
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gromsko nsft a-z alphabet
a/n: lol i have a huge language fetish sorry not sorry. thank you to the polish speaker who helped with translations! if you see this, please let me know if you want to be tagged or not ☺️
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
he’s very big on aftercare! part of his aftercare for himself is ensuring that he’s not only satisfied you, but has also done his part in making you feel safe and secure, especially for quickies. he keeps a towel warmer nearby so that when he cleans you up he’s not using a cold rag. he’s big on cuddling too- thoroughly enjoys skin to skin contact with you. it makes him feel good. makes him feel like he’s protecting you and in a way he kind of is.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
! huge tit guy ! loves pawing and groping and kissing and biting your breasts and nipples until they're all puffy and sensitive for when he pinches them between his calloused fingers
he loves his mouth and tongue. loves the way he can draw out such intense reactions from you when he eats you out or even just kisses you. uses lip balm daily to keep his lips soft for you
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
loves cumming inside you. prefers your cunt, but he'll gladly cum wherever you prefer if you're not super into that. if you do let him cum inside you, he’ll watch as it drips out of you just so he can fuck it back into you as you whine into his neck
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
honestly a huge medfet and somno fan. 100% fantasizes about fucking you while you're passed out under anesthesia. they're just fantasies, of course, but that doesn't stop him from thinking about it!
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
don't get it twisted, because sobi can FUCK. i feel like he was a big fan of casual sex/friends with benefits when he was younger but as he's matured and grown emotionally, he prefers to have a single partner. he knows that he's got plenty of experience, though, so he doesn't worry about not being able to satisfy you
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
loves loves loves the mastery position!! easy access to kiss your chest and lips and to see your reactions as he fucks into you. easy for him to hold you to his body and easy access to your clit! he loves to wrap his arms around you while he’s inside you. makes him go crazy in the best way
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
goes with the flow! if you're giggling, he's giggling right along with you. loves it when you're giggling about something before he slips inside you because then he can kiss you and feel you moan into his mouth as he stretches you out
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he keeps himself trimmed just enough but he leaves some around the base of his cock because he likes feeling your nose pressed into him. also enjoys the way you get dripping wet from smelling his musk
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
always always always soft with you, even if he’s not romantic in the traditional sense. he’ll be telling you one thing (“such a greedy cunt, kochanie. i can feel it swallowing my fucking fingers. so messy because of me.”) but he’s got a smile on his face while pressing kisses to any part of your skin that he can get to
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
shower jerker for sure! gets off on the idea of you being on your knees for him while you’re under the water, his fist in your hair to keep you still as he fucks your throat
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
medfet, cockwarming, small cumplay kink, and very into facefucking! also this may be a controversial opinion, but i think for quickies specifically he’s into the idea of being caught by someone. he’s proud that he’s yours and he wants people to know that! very into marking you as well
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
either your apartment or his, but if those aren’t available, his locked office or the back of his car will do the trick. so long as he has privacy he's good but he absolutely prefers somewhere familiar where he feels safe and comfortable
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
seeing you swoon over him and/or something he does for you gets him semi at best and rock hard at worst. he once caught you staring as he was loading crates into a supply truck, tossing them around like it was nothing. he found you after he finished, dragging you into a bathroom stall so he could have his way with you
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
make you cry out of pain! he hates seeing you hurt and he never wants to be the reason you’re hurting, physically or emotionally. if it ever happened, he’d coddle you for days after, apologizing to you profusely in whispered english and polish with every apology followed up with a soft kiss to your skin until he’s sure you’re ok
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he is a MUNCH, your honor!!!! lives for giving head and couldn't really care less if he received it or not (not to say he'll complain if/when you go down on him). he's incredibly skilled. frequently eats the filling out of pączki before eating the actual pastry itself just because he can
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
goes with the flow for this as well, but definitely leans towards slow and sensual if he’s got nothing else to do. he’s a passionate man and he enjoys getting to know what makes you tick, as well as finding new things that you both enjoy. he sees sex as a bonding activity to be enjoyed, and enjoy it he does!
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
huge fan of quickies. loves pulling you into his office for a fervent makeout session before a meeting so he can get you hot and bothered. pulls you into an empty meeting room or secluded storage office after the meeting is over so he can finish what he started
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he’s game to experiment, especially if it’s something you bring up to him but, even if you asked, he would never take risks he deemed truly serious with you. one time you brought up knife and gun play to him, not to ask for it, you were just expressing your surprise at finding out people were into it, and he shut the idea of it down immediately. “absolutely fucking not. i’ll do so many things for you, baby, and you know that. that is not one of them. it never has been and it never will be. i love you too much.”
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
can and will go for 2-3 rounds if you're down for it. he’s very proud of this and will absolutely show off at the beginning of the relationship because of it (he stills shows off, but he’ll never tell anyone that)
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
owns a sleeve! he only really uses it if he's away from you for more than a couple weeks at a time. very much prefers the real thing
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
doesn't like to tease on purpose, at least not too much. he does know what gets you going, though, so he uses that to his advantage if he ever does want to get you wet without touching you
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
not loud volume wise, but he’s very vocal in the bedroom. hushed dirty talking in both polish and english (Kurwa- Dokładnie tak, nie przestawaj. Twoja cipka jest dla mnie taka mokra. Zostałaś kurwa stworzona dla mnie, stworzona dla tego kutasa. That’s it, baby. All for me.), grunts and groans, and lots of panting from him! he lowkey gets off on hearing himself, he sees it as showing you how good you make him feel
W = Wild card(s) (random headcanon(s) for the character)
has a shibari fantasy! wants to tie you up and take his time with you. he feels so bad for leaving you on your lonesome when he's on a mission for long stretches, especially when he's on ones where he's not allowed to contact you, that he really views it as a way to make it up to you and to spend quality time with you
also has a subbing fantasy. would go wild in the sweetest way if you ever took control from him, especially when he’s just getting back from a mission. don’t get me wrong, he loves the dynamic you two have already, but there’s something about the way you hold him close to your chest while you rake your fingers through his hair and across his scalp while you’re grinding slowly against him that he goes soft for
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
6 1/2 in or 16.5cm, thick but not painfully or uncomfortably so, uncut!!, and a deliciously heavy sack 😌
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
a little higher than average but he's nowhere near being a nympho. he’s just pent up from being in the field for so long and he wants to show you that he’s still got it after he hasn’t seen you for a while
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
doesn’t fall asleep until he’s sure you’re safe and comfortable. he’s big on aftercare, and this is part of it. he stays awake to run his fingers through your hair and across your skin. he also really enjoys humming to you, favoring polish lullabies to soothe himself and you (kotki dwa is his favorite, but you didn’t hear that from me)
in this context, kochanie - honey/sweetheart/baby
“fuck, you feel so good. your pussy is so wet for me. you were fucking made for me, made for this dick. that’s it, baby. all for me.”
kotki dwa is a popular polish lullaby/nursery rhyme. i like to think that his grandmother would sing it to him after a nightmare to get him back to sleep. i feel like he’s a very sentimental person, so it only makes sense that he’s kept the tradition alive
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kneelingshadowsalome · 8 months
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your toxic könig is so perfect and the more recent posts made me think about a similar kind of au but with gromsko. like god i need this man to """force""" me into being his perfect little wife i swear.
AND IM SO SORRY but being slavic also makes this even more feral for me because i imagine the second his gf shows a bit too much independence/DARES to talk over him (yeah it's an achievement to be able to talk over him, the mf is LOUD)/etc he just. goes feral like he sees it as a challenge and he needs to show her what a slavic woman is actually supposed to be like.
but slavic or not he'll keep holding the fact that he "tamed" you over your head even when he's fucking you. talks about how this is your place, this is where you belong and how he's going to make sure you remember by breeding you full.
Omg Gromsko OMG
I'm so normal about him yes yes it's just your ask that made me this way ^^ I'm blaming you my dear anon 💕
CW: Protective & possessive behavior, implied sexism
So, Gromsko. Your car broke down in the middle of the road and this absolute bear of a Pole pulls over to help you. He has a charming smile, sure, but he's also obnoxiously bold. That casual masculine bravado makes you feel weaker than it should; there's this aura of shameless pride about him, and you can't quite decide if it's annoying or sexy.
You try to tell him you can handle it, that the repair guy is already on his way. But Gromsko? Hah. He just bypasses that shit. Pops up the hood and gets to work. The car is fixed in no time, and the next thing you know is that you just said yes when "Sobieslaw Kościuszko, pleasure to meet you, miss," asked if he could take you out to dinner this evening.
And it's true that he's loud. Like, why does he have to talk by half shouting...? (Probably because he has to make it known that he's the strongest, most virile male in the area.)
Sobieslaw always sits with a wide spread, with a broad, tall chest, with a confidence that seems to come naturally to him. He never tries to make himself smaller, no matter how crammed a space is. Everyone except the elderly has to move aside when he walks because he's not going to dodge or sidestep. You're not the only one who fears he will eventually break one of those dainty little chairs in the fine dining place he brought you to; the waiter side eyes this man like he's some beast that somehow got in and should be caged, not fed.
Despite all that brass, Gromsko is a proper gentleman. Always opens the doors for you, always pays at a restaurant. And always grabs your waist and draws you closer if there are other men around. Guy looks like he's ready to get into a fist fight for you if it comes to that.
It's kind of hair-raising how he laughs at the very concept of independent woman. His woman should never have to be "independent." It would be an insult to him as a man if his wife had to go to work.
He tells you how beautiful you are with intensity and passion that seems to come from another age. That boundless adoration makes you feel drunk, and Gromsko doesn't seem to notice anyone else but you – it's like all other women have disappeared from this planet.
He lays siege to you like crusaders of old laid siege to a city. You never have to fear whether you're coming off as too interested or eager or that you'll "scare" him away: this man is always more interested and eager than you. Still, you fear that everything will come to an end once you give this man what he wants – namely, sex.
You couldn't be more wrong! He's not fucking around, and he's not dating for the sake of getting laid. He's looking for a wife and a mother for his kids.
An infuriatingly sexy, uneven smile spreads across his face everytime you meet. He's checking you out, and he's utterly shameless about it. You're being rated like cattle, and it should not send butterflies to your stomach when you notice he seems to more than just approve of your hips and breasts. Little do you know Sobieslaw Kościuszko has already decided you're to be his wife.
When you finally spread your legs for this man, you expect him to fuck you with the urgency and attentiveness of a 20-year old hockey player. But Gromsko is actually a skilled lover! You don't know why and you don't know how, but he seems to decode you and all your weaknesses in record time. Hot kisses and intense love making are his bravura. Gromsko is so attuned to you and your pussy that it should be illegal.
It's like the gods made this man to breed women and spread his seed because he has the biggest balls you've ever seen. He doesn't grow all too soft after climaxing, and continues to fuck you even after you both just came. With sloppy patience, sure, because you're practically begging for mercy under him… but the point is that he just won't stop. He continues to pump you with strong hips and infinite stamina, and groans how perfect you are as you approach your second orgasm.
He places so much trust on his cock that, perhaps surprisingly, you're the first woman he has ever put his mouth on. It's the only thing that makes that eternal shield of pride tilt aside a bit, because he hates it when he doesn't know what he's doing… but neither is he a man who backs down when faced with a challenge!
He doesn't know what he's doing, which means he takes a mental note of every single thing that makes you shiver and sigh. This Polish bear learns to please you and just you, examines how you respond to slow licks and fast laps, sucks on your nub until you cry, and when he sees how much you enjoy his treatment, this man goes crazy.
"You like that, kochanie?" He pants between your legs, drunk on your pussy, swearing in Polish and giving lewd comments about how wet you are. He only ups the pace with his tongue when you cum. You're an overstimulated mess, but he's not done. He crawls on top of you and gets down to business with his thick cock, those heavy balls start to slap against your soaked flesh until you feel like you have no brains left.
"It's easier to just stop fighting, kotku," he seems to approve of your wet, moaning state more than anything. But it's the wickedly pleased gruff of "Let's get married, Słoneczko," that sends you spiraling into another overstimulated, glorious orgasm.
You don't even know that he's already told his whole family about you. You don't yet know that his grandmother already loves you. But it starts to dawn on you that you got more than you bargained for when Gromsko informs you that he'll take you to Poland but only as his wife.
Perhaps that's where this man's charm lies! Gromsko simply knows what he wants: a good loyal wife and a nice, large family. If you can give them to him, he's not wasting any time getting you pregnant. You're knocked up before you even know it, there's a ring on your finger before you get to say Na Zdrowie. You're his little wife now, and there's nothing you can do about it ❤️
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xbruised-peachx · 3 months
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Yooo first time ever requesting anything on this platform but like. Gromsko? Fender? As dads 😳? Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure for more content with my favs :3
OHHHH SWEET ANON I've thought about this a lot, in particular with Grom, might make a render someday... eventually... when i have time... dont hold me to this.
Tags: fem!reader, pregnancy, critical levels of cuteness and sweetness, author is not responsible for baby fever caused by this fic, one-shot, not betaread
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Gromdad/Dad!Gromsko ⛈🇵🇱
He's always been a family man, not even just for wanting kids. Learning to care from his grandmother, he knows there's so much more that goes into having a truly good family life beyond just having a big family. He knows the value of true familial love that some struggle with because all they want is some big lineage. He's seen swaths of men who just want to pass on their genes but then not be there for the family they helped create. He never wants to be like that. He wants to be like his grandmother, like the other men in his family; true, respectful men that bring honor to them through compassion, care, and true familial love. Someone that will be passed down through generations due to the genuine heart he has.
Announcing to him that you're pregnant would genuinely brighten up his whole day. He would sit silent for moments as a smile crept up his face, in complete disbelief as his mind raced. He would only be able to choke out a soft "W-what?", unable to hide his smile as it grew and he laughed out of sheer awe. Head in his hands as his mind scrambled more for what to say, struggling even to gather a thought in his native language, let alone translate it. You rubbed your hand on his back, worried about him but he'd quickly pull you in for a tight embrace, taking a deep inhale in as he rested his head into the crook of your neck. Pulling back, you saw as he had a soft smile, his eyes gleaming a bit more as he showed a soft expression, wet with tears that threatened to come out. "I... I think I'm the happiest man in the world right now."
Having him around during pregnancy was a godsend. Sure, his medical training was for war and not for prenatal care, but he would be trying his damnedest and reading professional books on care. He wouldn't dare you to lift a finger the entire time, making meals for you like he usually would, and cleaning the house. Whatever you are craving, he'll figure out a way to mix it up even if it's... questionable in flavor to him. He also adores shopping with you, picking out a theme for an animal for the nursery, going with lions with the warm orange and oak colors making it very inviting as he set up the furniture. He especially adored the small scale clothes and shoes, and you couldn't even resist the cute allure of the matching red and white tracksuit when it was in a miniature scale. The nights though were where the true comfort lied, just on the couch, watching a movie or show while wrapped in blankets, his arms wrapped around your waist as he softly rubbed where the bump was forming. You couldn't see his face due to the position but he would be looking in absolute adoration. He knew pregnancy was hard on you, but that you were more than willing to put up with it for him? He will do anything to make it easier for you.
Above all, he is an amazing father once the baby is born. He admits, he cried when he first saw them and held them in his arms. He wasn't ever the man to cry, but the pure joy made him break. No doubt too with him being a big guy himself, his kid would come out naturally big and stay that way through infancy (I think of the one tiktok where he says "you look like a busted can of biscuits"... feel like that happened to Sobi at least once). One of his favorite things to do is while the baby is on their back, grabbing his helmet and going over them, letting the little bits of fabric dangle down as he leans down, shaking his head lightly as he watches the baby's reaction, eyes going wide then a huge smile growing as the baby starts giggling. His own smile goes wide as he hears every time the baby lets out a screaming laugh as he shakes his head. Watching it all warms you heart. It warms your heart even more as nighttime hits and you hear a low voice coming from the nursery, a tune that is out of key but warm and inviting in his own way. To his side a "Goodnight Moon" book but his singing... He expressed how he wanted to have the baby know both English and Polish. And there he was, softly singing in a rocking chair, no doubt his baritone singing making a soothing rumble as the baby fell asleep against his chest; Oj, lulaj, lulaj... Maleńki sokole... Oj, jak ty mnie urośniesz... Pójdziesz ze mną w pole...
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Dad!Fender 🤘🇭🇺
He's always had the looming loss of his father over him, that legacy being his driving force as a soldier. But when he got with you? A new type of dread loomed over him; would he meet the same fate as his father? The thought terrified him, leaving you alone to raise a child, he didn't want to leave another child with the same fate as him. He wanted to be different.
When you told him about the results of the test, you were worried. You knew he wouldn't end things with you but that this still was completely unplanned. And that made him think of his own parents again. He remained silent, thinking in his head of what his own father must have thought when he was told... but as your hand slid over his and he met your eyes, seeing that worry and doubt, it melted him a bit. He thought of how his father must have thought at the time, with his mission in Budapest, the situation in Budapest at the time... thought story had its parallels, he realized it was different. He wasn't a CIA operative in a different country, he was a strong soldier in his own way, now working for a PMC that he could break his contract with for the time being. He had a strong relation with Kortac and they would absolutely understand his absence. He realized he can make it different, he will break the fate. Taking your hand and meeting your eyes, he looked determined but caring still, a smile on his face as he spoke, "We got this... We'll be strong together and get through this, darling... I'll be here for you."
With his break from Kortac he was more than willing to care for you while you were pregnant. His love of working out meant he had plenty of vitamins to help out both you and the baby, but also he was more than willing to grab new ones that were specialized for prenatal. Anytime you passed out on the couch, taking a nap just from the sheer work of your body growing your child. He'd smile and lift you with ease to the bed, often just taking a moment to lay with you while you rested. It warmed his heart being there for you. He had no mission professionally, just the goal of being there for you and supporting you. He felt less dread as time went on and he saw you happily walking around the home, smiling as you leaned on the doorway to the new nursery as he put together the complicated furniture.
When the baby was born, he couldn't ever describe the elation he felt. His own father dying before he was born, he finally felt at ease as he proved he could break the cycle, that it wasn't his destiny to have the same fate as his father, even if there was parallels. He'd carry everything for you out of the hospital, including the baby themself. And he always wanted to be there for you and the baby after, he was often the one getting up in the middle of the night when they cried, not minding at all as he savored every moment he got with them. He loved spending tummy time with you and them, encouraging the lil' thing as they grew and got stronger. Every moment was so precious to him, and he was glad to be there. Though his dad seemed before to be an omen, now he couldn't help but think of him positively, hoping wherever he was that he could see the proud man he left on this world, now a proud father.
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b1rds3ye · 8 months
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Of Dreams and Legends
In the middle of the night you have a heart to heart with the legendary Gromsko. You learn what inspires him to keep fighting, and somehow, that includes you.
Pairing: Sobiesław “Gromsko” Kościuszko x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Confessions, Friends to Lovers
Word Count: 3.1k
Warning: My interpretation of Gromsko’s character, Reader doesn’t know Polish
A/N: Something about Gromsko’s voicelines and bio just makes him seem like an old heroic story in the making to me, so I wrote about it a lil 😌
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The air held a chill tonight, lightly nipping at the exposed skin on your neck and face. Zipping up your jumper you laid with your back against the cold surface to look up to the skies. It probably would be for the best that you head back inside, but it wasn’t every night the sky would be this clear. To admire the sublime in the stars as they twinkled down at you. These days they are known as nothing more than gargantuan balls of gas, the unwanted remains of the universe, but how could one not romanticise the sight above you? Up in the expansive skies, every battle paled in comparison. These mundane balls of gas have been unchanging for millenia, the skies you are looking up now, how many others are admiring it? Not just tonight but in the years of yore. Battle armour, weaponry, nation borders and all would have changed, yet when all was done and dusted, you would all be looking up at the same skies.
A bang and a foreign curse had you jolting out of your reverie. Gaze upside down, you shot a glare at who was intruding, only to relax at the welcome sight of a familiar face.
“Sobiesław?”
“Serduszko, you do not make it easy to find you,” he grunted, grabbing his leg to manually get it over the railing.
“I just wanted to admire the night skies.”
“On the roof of our base?”
You shrugged. Sobiesław walked towards you, each footstep heavy against the roof panels, sending reverberations that vibrated rhythmically against your back with a pleasant hum.
He stood beside you, feet by your knees as he followed your gaze to the skies. Hands as fists on his waist, he made a startled noise before turning to you again.
“Did you not wish to be found? I will return to the others, alone time can be good for a soldier.”
“No, no. You’re always welcome,” you grinned.
Sobiesław’s face always held a slight scowl, it was intimidating until you realised it was unintentional. He says it was because he has spent years surrounded by skurwysyny (a word he has refused to translate for you but given how freely he says it to the enemy, you got the gist of it). Still, despite his natural frown, it softens at your words.
“It is hard to see but there is a star formation, named after a Polish king.”
You offer an inquisitive tilt of the head at his comment, wordlessly inviting him as you shift to the side to make space for him. He situated himself down beside you with a grunt of effort and you were lost for words as he adjusted to get himself comfortable against the rough texture of the roof. Sobiesław wasn’t the tallest nor the most imposing of soldiers in your company, but he managed to become a member of SpecGru for a reason. His frame was broad and sturdy, the breathing image of the quintessential soldier, postered on walls as propaganda to rouse even the most reluctant to action. His form emanated a comforting and welcome heat that soothed the bite of the night air. All of a sudden you felt rather sleepy.
Sobiesław raised an arm, pointing at the night sky. Even under his clothes you could see the curves of his muscles stretch out the wrinkles of his sleeve. The boulder that was his shoulder leading to the chain of muscle that was his bicep, linking to his forearm that was slightly flexed with the angle of his hand. Even his finger, relaxedly pointed to a dark patch in the sky, seemed determined.
“It is hard to see, but it should be there.”
Sobiesław pulls himself closer to you so that you can follow his directed hand better, a move that made you far too conscious that you were with him, alone and isolated from the rest of the company. And with the slight quirk of his lip, you were sure he was aware too.
“Scutum Sobiescianum, Shield of Sobieski. A Polish king who defended Vienna from the Turks. This was centuries ago, but I still feel great pride when I hear such an achievement.”
You stay quiet as you squint, trying to look into the supposed darkness to find this supposed constellation of defence. After some investigating you let out a sigh of defeat. You dropped your head onto the roof, creating a light thud. Sobiesław let out a hearty chuckle, turning his body so he can reach over with his far arm, offering you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. You responded with a pout, his sheer strength meant that your body shook slightly with each pat.
“Do not worry, you do not have to see it, just know it is there,” Sobiesław reassured, giving your shoulder an extra squeeze before retreating his arm. “Aiding as a shield for allies is honourable, even if he was only abiding by a treaty.”
“You’ve always liked your history, haven’t you?”
“Greatly. Learning about the victories of the past is motivating.”
You’re not surprised. Sobiesław was not an old man and he didn’t carry himself as such, but he conducted himself in a way you have not seen in anyone else, especially on the battlefield. In combat, a soldier is selfish out of the primal need for survival. One follows orders because that’s the best chance they have of keeping their head attached to their shoulders. To deny themselves the responsibility of atrocities committed, even complacency and teamwork is just a desperate act of self-preservation, one that everyone is guilty of and can not condemn.
But Sobiesław was different. He never seemed to fight for himself. On missions, even under the glare of his signature glasses, he was always looking past the objective, over the horizon and to something greater. No matter how long he spent on foreign soil, he left the stamp of his motherland under his boots as he marched onward. Whenever you fell in battle, body unrecognisable in a coating of blood that you’re not sure is yours or the enemy’s, he is there to pick you up. Not only literally but spiritually as he rouses you to keep fighting with words of encouragement that strike the cords of your heart. Words that you swore were taken from an ancient scripture with how they unleash reservoirs of energy lost deep in your soul. His words were loud and panicked, but not once is it out of concern for his own well-being, or how the mission or his military career could be jeopardised if anything else goes wrong. In those moments, he was fighting and breathing for you.
“Did it motivate you to enlist?”
“Yes. It motivated me before I realised.”
You frowned at his odd answer.
“How so?”
“I had a dream,” he stated, nostalgia warming his voice. He pulled his head in, craning his neck at an odd angle to speak to you quietly, like he was giving you the secrets of the universe. With a wave of the hand he ushers you in and you entertain him.
“When I was little, I always dreamt of a hussar before I even knew what they were. I think it was fate, a sign from above for me to enlist.”
You stare at him in disbelief.
“There was actually a painting of a hussar in the living room of my babcia… I don’t tell anyone that last bit, it is more fun that way.”
You failed miserably at stifling a laugh, in return he smiles as he pulls away. Even with the extra tidbit of information, his motivations still felt almost fable-like, like a myth in the making.
“I can see it,” you giggled, lifting your arms up in the air as you gestured animatedly. “The old wives will be talking about the legendary Gromsko. The quintessential soldier, called to action by the restless spirit of an old warrior in his dreams. He becomes the inspiration for all the future generations. The story of the chosen one who saves the world!”
“I tell you too much,” Sobiesław groans.
“They should make a movie out of you.”
“I am too boring.”
“You’re too humble.”
Sobiesław laughed, but you did not. Leaving the sight of the stars - you had still been half-heartedly trying to distinguish the shield of a king from the darkness - you fully turned to him. You ignored the dull throb of your arm now squished between your body weight and the roof, far too distracted by how close you were to him now that the two of you were facing each other.
“Truly. Even without the dreams I think you’re an inspiration.”
You didn’t realise how sentimental you sounded until you released your words into the air. You consequently chewed at your lips, forcefully sealing them. Your voice didn’t have to fight against the midnight breeze, instead your words settled comfortably in the small space between the two of you, warm and festering in the silence.
Sobiesław was unresponsive, eyebrows far more furrowed than usual. Feigning your embarrassment as getting comfortable against the ceiling, you dipped your head down to avoid seeing his reaction.
“Do you still have that dream?” You asked hurriedly.
“... No.”
It wasn’t everyday you heard Sobiesław hesitate. He had a gruff voice that was quick to speak his mind. It was so honest that his thoughts were often unfiltered in Polish and accompanied with colourful curses to add some extra honesty. There was even the odd, throaty, unintelligible sound as his mouth worked quicker than his mind. But here he was, strategising his next words to you.
“I stopped having that dream when I joined SpecGru.”
You blinked, almost fully flinching away from him in a knee-jerk reaction.
“Ah…”
You couldn’t help but shrink into yourself, drawing your knees close to your vitals. While you did not regret joining SpecGru, you knew for a fact it was not for the faint of heart. What made waking up at base easier was the people there, with a certain Polish man heartily hollering good morning to you on the daily at 6am sharp with a voice that consequently woke up the rest of the barracks. The fact he never failed to give you a pat on the back, still having the energy to look optimistically to the next day even with the losses of a mission gone south. Even on quiet nights like these, while few and far between, you would be able to catch a glimpse of the man under the near brutish exterior. Behind the mythos and acts of altruism was a human with their own selfish needs and doubts. A sensitive man who related to you and brought you comfort when the darkness of battle bled over to your consciousness.
You had only hoped you could have done the same for him.
“I take it SpecGru didn’t meet expectations?”
You couldn’t stop the waver in your voice.
“Huh? No, it exceeded them, Serduszko.”
He turned away, back flat on the roof. Once again he looks to the cosmos, honing in on something beyond your comprehension.
“I am not done yet. I still wish to see the glory of Poland, but I want my own happiness.”
“Naturally,” you nod. Out of all the soldiers you knew, no one deserved a happy ending more than him. One where the monster is slain, peace is restored, and the hero lives happily ever after.
“I dream of returning home, I will bring my friends of new to the land of old.”
You offered a light hum of approval. It was such a simple wish, but wasn’t that the case for all heroes? To wish for something so mundane but to naturally bring greatness? Even when their dreams are supposedly selfish, their innate kindness brings glory to the good and delivers swift justice to those necessary.
“You are there,” Sobiesław murmured. Like a dream you question if he even spoke, voice so airy it blended with the rush of the breeze against your ears. Even the coarse edges of his voice become one with the low tones emanating from a nearby ventilation unit.
“You are in all of my dreams.”
Sobiesław is not looking at you, attention still trained on the stars, perhaps waiting for one to shoot across the sky. To make a wish, any little bit of aid to make a dream come true and you’re tempted to try and shoot one down for him with a rifle. Anything for him. Perhaps it was possible to fight selflessly, to bring another’s dream to fruition. Was there such a thing as staying alive for someone else? To spend your missions ensuring you return to base not for your own self, but so Sobiesław will have someone to bring home? But you can not guarantee your own life. You refused to make empty promises - Sobiesław absolutely hates them - so instead, you only offer your flimsy honesty.
“I think that dream is doable.”
“You are the hardest part about it.”
“What?”
You sat up immediately. You shot a light-hearted glare but your heart genuinely felt a pang at the sadness invading Sobiesław’s voice. How his nose twitches, trying to prevent a frown from settling on his face.
“But I’m right here!” You brought both hands to hammer at your chest, nailing in your point. “I better not be kicked out of SpecGru anytime soon. I’d love to be one of the friends you bring back home-”
“Ha!”
Sobiesław lets out a singular laugh, all air escaping his lungs to create a foreign sound that is as bitter as it is loud. You were sure he frightened a couple birds in a nearby tree who decided to migrate early from the disruption. You hoped none of the operators went to bed early else they would have had a nasty wake up call as his voice travelled in all directions, invading any of the open windows in the base.
When the echoes of his laugh settled to the ground, it dragged the warmth in the air with it. A sombre coldness came tenfold, you started to wrap your arms around your form, entering a foetal position as you looked at Sobiesław.
“It is my fault,” his confession comes out in a low groan, bringing up a hand to rub at his face. In between rubs he lets out a few quiet curses, words strained. When he is done, he still isn’t looking at you.
“I do not want to bring you back to Poland as just a friend.”
He dared to look at you and the light in his eyes snatched the air out of your lungs. Even under furrowed eyebrows his pupils were blown wide, taking you in as if you were the stars themselves. All seeing, all knowing. Even though you thought nothing special of yourself he turns to you with reverence as if you were the one who could make all his dreams come true.
You bring your gaze up to the sky, in hopes that the infinite expanse of the universe could do anything for your pounding heart. But they did little to settle your heart or your hasty breaths. The stars above really weren’t anything of wonder, were they? A shooting star is only a meteor, a large rock that will disintegrate in due time. The heroes of the past were often only average joes that were in the right place at the right time. Dreams were only the remnants of memories and experiences being fired off by neurons, to be forgotten in the void once one wakes up.
And yet you couldn’t help but romanticise it all the same.
It wouldn’t hurt, would it? Just like how Sobiesław keeps prancing around the base telling everyone his childhood dreams of a hussar were “fate”, couldn’t you make this fate too? Magical, like a prophecy. A promise that could survive any time or mission, that holds strong even against fate itself. The tale of Sobiesław’s recurring dreams that guide him to glory and consequently to you. A legend of your own.
“Then don’t,” you whispered.
“Take me to Poland as your lover.”
You didn’t think Sobiesław could look at you anymore in awe than before, but tonight was full of surprises. A heavy pause stills the air as he takes just a moment too long to understand your words. You couldn’t help but smile at how his face contorted with shock and confusion, he probably didn’t expect you to reciprocate so suddenly. But just like him, you had been dreaming of a scenario like this.
“You always have such good ideas,” Sobiesław chuckled. His boyish grin is roughened by his ragged features, but it doesn’t make it any less endearing. Pure and genuine, it had been a long time since you had seen such an expression on him. Sitting up, he reaches over to slide you across to him and again you find yourself ogling his impressive musculature. The fibres of his body swelling and flexing, his every move seemed to embody the strength of a hundred warriors. Such power and potential devoted to little old you as Sobiesław pulls you flush to his own body.
He’s like an overgrown heater, his body warmth emanating even through the thick wool of his jumper. Warm as though he was the very campfire that soldiers lit up for peace and respite at the end of a day of bloodshed. But not as warm as the lips that pressed against yours when you tilted your head to look up at him. His lips were a little chapped, the remnants of his celebratory vodka adding a crisp tang to the kiss. His actions driven by sheer passion, an arm now circling your shoulder blades and pulling you impossibly tight to him. You were trapped in his embrace, whole body entranced by his. All that was on your mind was the feeling of his being surrounding you. His calloused hands gripped onto you with a pleasant burn. Even as you struggled to breathe through your nose, your senses were filled with his cologne spiked with the smell of gunpowder and wilderness.
He let out a disapproving huff as you reluctantly pull away from him for some air, but Sobiesław still looks ever the victorious soldier.
“You make me indulge too much, Serduszko,” he exhaled.
You pressed your cheek into the fabric of his jumper, breaking into a fond smile as you cuddle into him.
“You know, you’ve never told me what that meant.”
Sobiesław took a moment to pull his head back far enough to plant a kiss on your forehead.
“It means ‘sweetheart’,” he replied smugly.
You froze.
“You mean, you called me that on missions? When we were talking to our contractors? Our direct superiors?!”
“Uh… Good thing no one else speaks Polish here, yes?”
With a joyous laugh like his, you can’t bring yourself to be angry.
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GLOSSY GLOSSY GLOSSY
❛ let me stay like this in you for a little bit. ❜ WITH GROMSKO PLEASEEEEEEEEE. I NEED HIMMMMM.
-Gremlin
inspired by this p link <3 18+ full nelson, afab reader. bolded italics are polish, non bolded italics are english translation!
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“jesteś dla mnie taki mokry,” you’re so wet for me. his breath fanned hot against your ear as he spoke into your ear, his face buried in your neck and his mouth making quick work at marking your skin.
his skin burned hot against yours as your back was against his flush against his hard muscular chest. his strong legs prying yours apart, leaving your cunt completely exposed for him.
letting his hands wander, letting his cock rub between your wet folds, letting him do whatever he wanted.
“dripping all over me, my myszko.” mouse. is groaned into your ear. you whined and bucked your hips into the air, desperate to be touched. to be filled.
and you sure were fucking dripping. of course you were. he had been teasing you all day long, edging you over and over. leaving you on the brink of release and then pulling away.
your folds were shiny and slippery with your juices as it dripped down from your cunt, and onto his throbbing cock that was just waiting to slide into you.
his huge hands cup your breasts with a squeeze, you could feel his calloused skin against your soft flesh. you whine as his fingers tweak your nipples, rubbing over the soft peaks before pinching them. twisting and teasing the buds until they harden.
then his hands trailed down from your breasts, down your stomach and all the way to your thighs. he chuckles in your ear, all husky and full of gravel, when he feels how shaky your legs are.
“all sensitive ‘n needy huh?”
you whimper and nod, wiggling your hips towards his lingering hands in an attempt to lure his touch towards your pussy.
“please,” you whine, voice breaking. “i need—”
you were cut off by your own breath hitching as his fingers start teasing your folds. spreading you apart, tracing your pussy lips with his big fingers and letting your juices coat his digits.
“mmmm,” he hummed, damn near purred, into your ear all pleased. “you really are soaking wet, miłość.” love.
you gasped as he finally dipped a finger in, feeling around inside your warm walls as you clenched around him. wet sounds echoed as his finger moved quicker, pumping all the way down to his knuckle and coating it with your slick.
he couldn’t get enough of how wet you were, how loud your pussy was — so he added another finger. he smirked against your neck at your choked out moan, and how your hands scrambled around to find purchase.
“that was you needed, gołębica?” dove.
you gasp as his fingers pumped in and out at a furious pace, hips jerking from the sensitivity.
he drinks in every single moan and whimper that falls from your pretty lips as he drives his fingers into your cunt.
his mouth went back to marking your neck up, leaving wet open mouthed kisses up the span on your neck. then baring his teeth and biting your jugular, enjoying how you unconsciously tilt your head back to give him more access to your neck.
“squeezin’ me s’ fucking tight, królik,” bunny. he purred in your ear, a sickly sweet lilt to his voice. “wonder if i could fit another one in. let’s see.”
a third finger slides right in.
he laughs.
“that’s what i thought. you always take what i give you.” he smiles against your skin, pressing another kiss to your jaw. his tender kisses were a harsh contrast against his teasing words and his fingers playing with your pussy without abandon. how his big fingers pumped almost angrily, and how his thumb was now rubbing circles on your swollen clit.
“s-sobiesław!” you cry out, feeling that knot of warmth tighten in your stomach with each pump of his thick fingers and every circle of his thumb on your clit.
“hm? you close?” he asks with an almost mocking tone. he fucking knows you’re close. “yeah, you are. can feel you squeezin’ on my fingers.” he croons, his fingers never slowing.
“oh— fuck!” you cry out, feeling yourself teeter along the edge as his thumb rubs furiously at your bundle of nerves.
you were so ready to cum, so ready to gush all over his fingers — when he pulled his fingers out at the last second.
“nooo,” you whine, voice cracking. “what—” you were just about to question why the hell he pulled away before you were able to cum, but you were interrupted by a bigger pleasure.
you were interrupted by him sliding his cock in, replacing his fingers in your needy cunt.
your mouth hung open, you felt so fucking full. you could cum right then and there.
“fuck! pleasepleaseplease!” you babble on mindlessly, desperate for him to just fuck you through and push you over that edge.
“oh, don’t worry szczenię. i’ll take care of you. i always do, don’t i?” pup. he all but growls in your ear, not waiting for a response before he starts thrusting up into you.
his big hands move to grip you by your hips, lifting you so you come down in time with his thrusts. wet sounds and skin slapping echo throughout the room, along with his curses and your moans.
using his size, strength and stamina to his advantage as he plows into you, hips thrusting up in tandem with his arms plopping you down on his cock.
“oh! f-fuuuuck,” you cry out, tears pricking at your eyes and drool trickling from your mouth.
he filled you so fucking full with every thrust, his girth stretching you out as if it was the first time taking it. you always felt that slight burn that came with accommodating his size, followed by the white hot pleasure that came with the head of his cock reaching that special spot.
“mmm, i know królik. feels s’ good doesn’t it?” bunny. his voice is all teasing and mocking in your ear. “s-so fucking tight. jus’ milkin’ me.”
his husky voice murmuring such dirty words in your ear only brought you closer to the edge, making you clench down on his cock.
“so fucking good—” you moan out, your hands grasping at his arms and your nails clawing into his skin.
his hips never faltered in their speed as he thrusted up into you. in fact, he actually picked up the pace as he stopped holding you by your hips. one of his hands gripped your hips in a bruising hold, while his other hand went to your jaw.
he turned your head towards him, forcing you to look at him through blurry eyes. his lips were stretched into a smirk as he saw your fucked out face, your pretty eyes all glossed over as you struggle to hold off your orgasm.
“c’mon, kiss me, my miłość.” love. he groans out before smashing his lips against yours, tasting your salty tears. his mouth slotted against yours perfectly, his tongue eagerly slipping inside to taste every crevice. he took so much pleasure in swallowing every moan and whimper from your mouth, especially as he felt you tighten even more around his cock.
“fuck,” he moans into your mouth, feeling you take him so fucking good. so warm and wet and tight. “you close? hmm?”
you all but sobbed as you nodded desperately against him, hips jerking and bucking because your nerves felt so inflamed and electrified.
“yeah? you gonna cum for me?” is crooned against your lips. and without another word, the hand that was holding your waist moves down to between your legs and starts rubbing your swollen clit in small circles.
“f-fuck!” he smirks against your mouth as you wail.
he feels your pussy spasm around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. “fuck, yeah that’s it!” your own orgasm brought on his orgasm, as he groaned and cursed with each spurt that filled your cunt.
he listened to your pants and whines as you came down from your high, your chest heaving in tandem with his. your cunt still squeezing around his cock as you rode the aftershocks of your orgasm.
you shifted in an attempt to get off of him, albeit with shaky limbs, but his strong arms kept you in place. still firmly sat on his cock.
“let me stay like this in you for a little bit, gołębica.” dove.
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Kinktober Day 26 - Primal Play
Trying out another operator today, Gromsko! (Also sorry for the delay on this one, but I was big tired getting home last night, haha) Enjoy!~
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Your legs were starting to burn from how much you had been running. Your chest was heaving with every breath now, tears streaking your face as the wind whips around you. You never thought you’d get so into this kind of thing, yet here you were.
You’d noticed how pent up Gromsko had been as of late, snapping at nearly anyone he came in contact with. The Polish man was normally pretty easy-going, yet you could hear the Polish grumbling ever time he left a conversation. You couldn’t exactly just let it be, that’s not who you were.
Now when asked about it, that’s where the issue came in, if it could be called that. See, your Polish teammate needed a release, one that would probably be frowned upon if it were done in the confines of the bunks. Hence, you hauling ass out in the tundra behind base.
Unfortunately for you, you were very much unaccustomed to the base’s exterior, having been recently moved from another. You didn’t know the great outdoors that surrounded you all as much as your comrades. So when you, very unceremoniously tripped over a tree root, it was no surprise when Sobieslaw pinned you to the ground.
He too was panting like a rabid dog, so at least you weren’t tired for nothing. “Moja ofiara,” he growls in your ear. You were as pinned as you could get, head pushed into the snow, and your arms held behind your back. “Now I take what’s mine.”
Before you could ask any questions, you felt your pants and underwear being ripped off your lower half. Part of you wanted to complain, but you knew this was part of what you agreed to. Gromsko was acting on instant and you were going to let him.
You were sure to prep yourself before hand as instructed. “I’m not going to be giving you the time to prep in the heat of things,” you had been warned. You knew it was probably meant to be more threatening than it actually came off. Your teammate knew what he was doing better than you did, so you appreciated the heads up.
The shuffling behind you was heard for what felt like ages, before you were suddenly filled right to the brim. Your loud moan was more akin to a scream that mixed with Gromsko’s growling groan. The hand that held your head down comes to grip your hip so hard that you have zero doubts of the bruise that will be there.
Your teammate curses as he fucks into you roughly. Your hole already aches, but the feeling of it being filled is so much greater. The symphony the two of you make is loud enough to wake the dead, but that raw primal feeling overrides everything.
The moment you feel Sobieslaw stop, you go to question him. You’re pulled up by your hair, arms now freed. The other hand hold your hip helps support you, sprawled across your chest. “Kopalnia,” He growls, breath hot against your ear as he nips at your lobe. “Mine. All mine.”
You whimper, noises falling back to moans as the man pounding you starts to litter your neck in bruises and bitemarks. “Mine and mine alone,” he groans as he fucks into you. “Let everyone see, everyone will know.” 
You’re not sure if it was the adrenaline, or simply the raw-ness to the act, but you start responding. “All yours Gromsko,” you tell him breathlessly. “Make me yours…! Mmn…! Breed me…!”
Again you draw out the most feral growl you’ve ever heard a human make. The hand on your hip slides forward to start rubbing and stroking your sex roughly. You’ve started to make your own rhythm, grinding your body down with what leverage you can find to meet Gromsko’s thrusts. 
Between the rough fucking and attention to your sex, it’s all begun to become too much. Not in a bad way, no; it was better than you’d ever felt. “Moja ofiara is close huh?” your Polish “captor” muses, voice dark and sinister. “Let me feel you.”
You certainly don’t need to be told twice. Your orgasm hits you hard, harder than you’ve ever felt before. The addition of Gromsko still pounding away inside you only made the pleasure hit you harder like a punch to the gut. But y’know… in a good way. 
You’re about to complain as the pleasure starts to shift to pain and overstimulation when you hear him growl one final time as he finishes inside you. The both of you are still for the moment, panting heavily as you come down from your respective highs. Slowly, you feel the hand on your chest start to rub in a slow circle. 
“Breathe kochanie,” he tells you, voice soft and low. “You did well for me. I feel…sated.” A warmth blossoms in your chest from his words. Unfortunately, it does little to offset the cold that was now starting to seep into your skin. Gromsko chuckles softly as he feels you start to shiver against him.
“Come, let’s get you warmed up.”
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fantasy cod au ii
yay!! more military personnel to dream about!!! the characters in this are a mix of specgru and kortac operators; some faves and some underrated faves (imo) but I also did a bit of ooc for them cause we don't that much about a lot of them, so im filing the blanks with some hcs. hope y'all enjoy, feedback is always welcomed <3.
cod operators x gn!reader
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a/n: also includes poorly google translated sentences and cute original language nicknames <3
gromsko- glaive
due to seeing hussars’ as a child, gromsko always wanted to be one. a strong cavalryman, racing across the battlefield with a polearm in his hand as he was rode in on metal armor and his wings beating against the wind. normally they would sabres, but gromsko thought it was too short for close range fighting, so he ditched it in place of a glaive. they’re like a normal lance, but are forged with a small hook on the other side to catch riders off their horses.
as you gathered vegetables and fruits from your garden for that nights dinner, thundering sounds of hooves alerted you to look up from picking the food. making your way to the entrance of the grounds, the figure on the horse getting closer with clinking metal sounds also reaching your ears.
setting down the basket resting against your hip, the bigger figure came into view with metal wings on the back armor, red coat and twig covered helmet then bringing the horse to a stop. a smile spread across your lips as you raced towards the figure who held their arms out to you.
“sobie!” you would recognize your bear of a husband from anywhere. a soft smile graced his lips as he caught you in his arms, walking towards you and his home. engulfing you in a warm, bear hug that you had missed for the past two weeks made every moment of missing him worth it.
“moje perełko(my pearl)! i’ve missed you greatly…” his thick accent that rumbled into your bones, also made your heart flutter from the comfort it brought. he shoved face in the crooked of your neck, taking in the familiar scent of your skin and hair. closing his eyes and bringing your bodies as close as he could, gromsko took in everything he had missed in the time he was gone at battle.
“i thought you wouldnt be back until next week.” bringing your face out of his shoulder, you gazed upon his still sharp features and atlantic blue eyes. a hand was also brought up to his jaw which he gladly leaned into, resting upon it gently as his strong arms supported your body.
“we won, so we got to come home early. teraz daj mi buziaka, moje perełko (now give me a kiss, my pearl).” whispering upon your lips, you pressed them together and let out a content hum. gromsko secured you closer to his body, he made his way back towards yalls house so he could make up for time lost at battle.
gus- morningstar and shield
seeing royal guards visit through his village as a child, it really inspired him to join the guards to fight and protect his village. but they denied him from joining so he heard about specgru, a mercenary group that would allow anyone and everyone who wanted to join to do so. gus was excited to have found people who wanted to protect people just like him. when they started traveling around to different cities and towns, when he met you thats when he felt complete in his soul.
setting his weapons down by his tent for the night, gus then took a seat by the fire right next to you. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, bringing you into his as he shoved his face into your hair.
leaning into his touch, you gave a soft sigh as gus traced a pattern into your exposed skin. the rest of specgru were talking amongst themselves around the tents, gus and you were contently eating stew that luna made that night.
“mi corazón de melón(my melon heart); you did wonderful out there today.” a soft whisper graced your ears as gus brushes his nose against your temple. a client had payed for us to track down someone who had stolen from them, under the act of an injured soldier.
unknown to us, the thief had a crew with them which meant they wouldnt had over the stolen goods easily. a soft giggle left your lips as gus brought his lips down your jawline and neck. bringing a hand up to rest upon his open chest as he brought your body to his.
“gus..oso(bear) what if someone sees u-us?” you squeaked as gus left little bites along the column of your neck. leaving one last kiss on your freshly kissed skin, gus pulled away to greet you with a smirk.
“just rewarding my brave warrior for all their hard work on the field.” whiskey colored eyes bore into yours, a hand was brought up to brush away baby hairs from your eyes.
“such a clingy oso…” a giggle left your lips as you stood up and dragged gus towards yalls tent.
“ooh, mi corazón de melón wants to celebrate tonight…” gus smirked, wiggling his eyebrows as you made your way into the tent.
luna- dual kamas
know for her grab and go abilities when specgru needed to find certain people. she also uses them as climbing tools which allows quick up and down movements for quick land surveying. luna kinda liked to keep to herself in specgru, but over time she got closer to everyone. also she does most night watches; she doesnt mind staying for long periods at a time and doing more survey work. (since luna is singaporean and they have four national languages, i went with malay cause its the official language, in case anyones curious.)
“mana matahari saya?! semua orang naik angin!(where is my sun?! everyone is getting on my nerves!)” luna mumbled to herself as she walked through the camp, looking for her partner, you.
after doing another quick survey upon reyes’ request when she was moving down the tree that she had climbed up, a weak branch broke under her causing her to fall the rest of the way. as she couldnt find you all over the camp, luna grumbled to herself as she took a sit at the campfire with zimo and reyes who were talking amongst themselves.
while you were out in the woods nearby, looking for any interesting new herbs for your medicines and just any to restock on other herbs. upon entering back into camp, you see your luna sitting at the fire, crouched over herself with zimo and reyes talking amongst themselves.
“im back.” you announced which caused lunas eyes to snap in your direction, looking over her folding arms that rested on her knees. you walked towards them with a basket full of herbs on your hip, a small smile graced you as saw zimo and reyes chuckle to themselves as they watched luna.
“matahari saya! where were you? Saya bimbang tentang anda?(i was worried about you).” luna jumped up from her spot, bringing you into a hug as she rested her head upon yours. you stifled a laugh as luna whined at you for being gone.
“i was out collecting herbs for more medicines, moony.” smiling up at her, you gently rested a hand upon her jaw as she pouted at how you shrugged it off. zimo and reyes also hid their chuckles from how moody she was acting; this caused her to snap her head their way with a sharp glare to her teammates.
“lets go back to our tent…i wanna hold you.” she mumbled as yall started walking back to yalls tent. she brought you back into her side, an arm around your shoulder, the boys snickers still heard in the background.
upon arriving back in your tent, she took the basket of herbs from you and placed them on the ground near your sleeping bags. she sat both of yall down, placing her head onto your lap and thats when you noticed twigs and leaves in her hair.
“did you fall again, moony?” you chuckled lightly as she sighed into your lap, hiding her red cheeks as you pulled out the twigs and leaves.
“i dont want to talk about it…” she mumbled as you made a small pile of the twigs and leaves next to you.
zimo- trident:
zimo feels like a trident guy, i dont why, but it fits him well that i cant think of anything else for him. he would definitely throw his trident at enemies, but he connected a chain to the end of it so he could pull it back to him. he heard about specgru after witnesses them in a bar fight in his hometown. zimo felt like there was a calling to him as he watched them fight the rowdy bar goers, paying for the damages then leaving like nothing happened.
he circled the chain around his hand as he ripped the trident from the enemies head, leaving them to drop dead onto the ground. zimo heard someone coming up behind him, but before he could raise the trident again, an arrow was lodged into the person's throat. another dropped to the ground like a fly; he turned to see his lover lower their bow with a smile on their face.
“qīn'ài de(dearest), that was an excellent shot.” he nodded as you walked up to meet one another, zimo tucked his trident behind his back and brought you into a quick kiss on your forehead. smirking at one another, your backs touched one another with your weapons drawn up at more enemies.
“well, your recoil was on point as well, lao gong(husband).” you both share a chuckle as enemies fell before yall. zimo made efficient work with his trident while you shot enemies down with your bow and arrow, swiftly pulling arrows from your quiver. your bodies danced like the ballet of swan lake; siegfried and odette dancing in the forest under the light of the moon after her first transformation.
“you flatter me too much, qīn'ài de, but thank you.” you heard the smile in his voice as you heard the chain of his weapon rattle. wind rushed past your ears as you released arrow after arrow into enemies that seemingly had no end. the entire of specgru had soon brought the horde of enemies to an end, thankfully. blood soaked the once bright green fields into a muddy brown with bright red pops, your boots were caked with blood and layered with mud as you took a moment to calm your breath.
you took a seat on a fallen log, your bow sitting next to you as your arms rested on your knees, zimo took a spot next to me with his own weapon next to him on the log. i sighed, placed my head onto zimos shoulder as he also took a moment to catch his breath.
“can we get some meat stew with a lot of potatoes?” zimo softly muttered, above you as his head rested on yours. a small chuckle left you as you nudged his jaw with your head.
“of course, lao gong…” you huffed with a small chuckle, zimo brought you closer into his side as he wrapped his arm around your waist. you felt a soft kiss being pressed to the crown of your head, zimo brushed his nose against your temple as the night slowly started set in, turning the heat of the battle field to a somber gravesite.
reyes- crossbow:
reyes would go hunting with his father when he was younger and his fathers choice of weapon was a crossbow while his father gave him a small dagger to help with gathering herbs and skinning whatever animal of choice they had for dinner. as he got older and started hunting on his own as his father got older; he gave reyes his crossbow. made of rich cherry wood with silver metal plates for a better grip, reyes took great pride in his father giving him his crossbow.
specgru had taken a job that allowed them to stay in a town with a cozy inn for everyone to grab a bed. you had taken a double bed near the back of the inn with the fireplace going upon the moment you entered the room. you took a moment to rest your head as you waited for reyes to get back from the town. zimo and him wanted to take a look around since it was a new town and didnt know what it could offer.
creaking wood alerted you for someone coming towards the door which caused you to open your tired eyes in time to hear a soft knock upon the wooden door. reyes figure tiptoed into the shared room, you sat up and rubbed the sleepiness from your eyes as he gave a small smirk.
“hello my nighttime meadow, did you just wake up from a nap?” his words were soft in the air as he sat next to you on the feather stuffed mattress. you chuckled at his nickname and cheesy actions, thats the kinda lover of reyes was.
“what did you do this time, foxtrot?” you chuckled as reyes gave a fake gasp while placing a hand over his heart. he gave you a silly shocked expression as you giggled and lightly hit his shoulder as he let out a small string of gasp.
“my darling meadow! the fact you accused me of doing something while out and about with our friend, zimo, is such a g-g-ghastly thing to say!” you both shared a smirk as he chuckled and gasped. he pulled something out of his satchel that rested on his hip; you leaned over to try and see what he was holding, but he hid behind his back with a smirk.
“whats that, foxtrot?” you raised an eyebrow at his sneakiness.
“close your eyes and i’ll show you, my meadow.” with a little sigh and roll of your eyes, you placed your hands over your eyes. you heard slight shuffling beside you felt a light metal chain be placed upon your collars bones. a light peck was pressed against your cheek when you felt he was finished.
“now you may open your eyes, my meadow.” removing your hands from your eyes, looking down at your chest you saw a small silver pendant sitting there. it was a tiny lily of the valley pendant; your favorite flower, but you also had so many you couldnt always name a favorite. but one that always came first or second was the lily of the valley.
“o-oh…reyes, darling. i love it…this is one of the best gifts i’ve ever gotten.” leaning closer to him, you pressed a passionate kiss to his lips with his arms wrapping around you. “it…it reminded me of you, meadow. you mean everything to me, darling…” reyes gently cupped your jaw, bringing you into a kiss only to release small giggles and laughs throughout it.
konig- battle axe:
a large double sided axe was always resting upon his shoulder whenever walking into battle. the bleached streaks running the front of his mask, harsh and watching stormy blue eyes piercing through his darkened outfit. his hulking form over the rest of his teammates, konig was unruly on the field then acted like a mouse whenever in their camp. careful movements, his eyes always observing everyone and their actions as not to frighten or hurt anyone
konig held his hands to his front as he moved around the inn, trying to keep small and thoughtful movements as he tried to find a place to sit. many of his teammates were sitting amongst themselves, already eating and talking, so he kinda stood in the middle of everyone as his head kept on a swivel.
“konig, over here!” you called from where you sat with horangi who was eating quietly. konig chest was relieved of the anxious feeling that was bubbling up in his chest, carefully and slowly he made his way over to you. sitting down with you and horangi and his stein of mead, konig let out a small sigh of relief.
“gott sei dank, ich habe euch beide gefunden.(thank god, i found you both.)” he spoke, reaching under the table to hold your hand as you drank your drink of choice. you returned a soft smile as you could tell he was smiling under his hood as it reached his eyes.
“horangi found the table for us while you were getting your drink.” you responded as konig gave a thankful nod to his friend. konig carefully lifted his hood to take sips mead as you talked about the fight that took place just moments before. excitedly, you spoke of what you thought was cool and what techniques you wanted to try again upon the next fight.
konig only stared you down with lovesick eyes as horangi ate his food in peace. konig was content, he had been since joining kortac and meeting you, his liebster(most beloved). upon meeting you when he joined kortac, it's like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly or like he could breathe clearly for the first time in forever. konig would go to the ends of the earth if you had asked him; anything you asked him to do, he would do in a heartbeat.
“-then that cool move nikto did, i asked him to teach it to me later. isnt so cool, konig?” you beamed a smile up at him. he zoned back into reality from his thoughts focused on you when you finished talking, you gave his hand a light squeeze as he shook his head back and looked at you with soft smiles.
“yes, liebster, im listening to you..” he softly told you as he leaned over to softly bump his head against yours. his loving gesture he would always do in public if he wasnt comfortable enough to lift his mask up to kiss you. you leaned against him with a soft hum leaving your lips. your foreheads rested against one another as horangi sighed and rolled his eyes at the pda before him.
“​​토할거야…(i'm going to throw up)” horangi mumbled to himself as his pushed away his unfinished food. you and konig left out chuckles at horangis actions, pulling away for the sake of him.
konig- battle axe:
woldo is traditional korean polearm. it gets its name from its curved blade, meaning ‘moon blade’. horangi handles his weapon with great pride and graced for his heritage, also maybe…to impress you. graceful hits with the woldo and harsh kicks to enemies as he gives subtle glances towards your figure as you did your own fighting. but upon anyone mentioning it, he would absolutely deny it while hiding his flushed cheeks.
“stop shouting, konig! they could hear you!” horangi shushed his excited german friend as they sat in his tent. konig couldnt contain his excitement for horangi as he learned of his secret feelings for you. he told konig hoping he would have some kind of advice on how to ask you out.
“thats so exciting, horangi! im hoping they will say yes to your proposal!” he exclaimed as he walked out, not giving horangi an answer as he let out a sigh and hung his head in defeat. moving to sit on his cot, horangi just decided to deal with it later, he laid down on his cot and got ready to take a nap. until you walk in with a small smile upon your lips.
“horangi? oh, are you sleeping?” you started to walk back out, but horangi jumped up from his position, smoothing out his clothes. he shot you a sheepish smile as you stood at the front of his tent.
“n-no! no…i was just resting my eyes for a moment. anyway what can i help you with?” he rubbed his neck, calming his nerves as he was in such a private place with you. you pulled something out of your satchel that rested on your hip, walking over to him you held out a tassel of red and white thread.
reaching out to take it, horangi inspected it closely. there was nothing much about it until he noticed a small moon pendant hanging along with the thread. looking back towards you as you gave your own sheepish smile.
“its a tassel for your weapon…i remember you saying that your other one had fallen during our last fight. i figured why not make you one to replace it…” you held your hands behind you as looked the ground, not daring to meet his honey orbs that bore into yours.
“i dont know what to say…this is amazing, yeobo(darling).” standing up from where he sat, horangi brought you into a hug with his face resting upon your shoulder. ever since joining kortac and getting closer with horangi, he has called you yeobo and you never knew what it meant.
“horangi, what does yeobo mean?” reluctantly you pulled away from the hug that just felt so natural; horangi once again rubbed his neck to calm his nerves as he thought of an answer to tell you. but he decided that now was finally time to tell you how he truly felt, no more hiding.
“yeobo is…a term of endearment..for couples in korea; it means honey or darling. i've liked you ever since getting to know you on a personal level…i understand if you don-” before he could finish speaking, you cut him off by pressing your lips against one another. his hands coming to rest upon your jaw where you moved your hands to rest upon his broad chest.
the kiss felt like it was forever, but it was only a few moments of gently dancing your lips against one another. horangi never wanted this moment to end with you, it was everything he wished for when it came to you. but soon you both pulled away to have air reenter your lungs, noses gently rested against one another as your breaths fanned across each others skin.
“i love you too, horangi…more than you could ever know.” you whispered to him with a giggle and smile across your lips. you both stood in horangis tent, holding each other in contentment as konig stood outside the tent, a smirk hidden under his hood as he was happy for his friends.
calisto- rapier:
as the house of bourbons only heiress, calisto grew up in a home of luxury and comfort. not having to worry about her next meal, warm bed, clean clothes and the ability to bathe. but she always wanted more to do than just have maids and servants weigh on her hand and foot, so she secretly started training in the rapier, an elegant weapon of choice, she thought. when she and her family were traveling through the countryside, she heard of the traveling mercenary group, kortac. that they traveled across the country and world, taking on missions people asked of them to track down people and recruiting whoever would like to join.
“mes biche…tu as l'air si paisible comme ça.(my doe…you look so peaceful like this)” calisto sat at your side, just coming back from a late night mission. you had stayed back as it was simple intel gathering, just wanting to breathe for the night. by the time calisto had gotten back, you were asleep. cuddling into calisto pillows, soft sighs left your lips as you wished for your girlfriend to be cuddling you.
calisto softly laid herself down the bed next to your sleeping figure, sapphire eyes watched your calm features closely. calming breathing sounds were the only sounds in the inn room, the fireplace had slowly gone out just before calisto entered the room. the soft shuffling of bed sheets and creaking of wood caused you to shift in your sleep, calisto rested a hand upon your hair and gave slow rubs to keep you asleep as she wished not to disturb your slumber.
“calisto…when did you get back, dearest?” softly the words left your lips, turning over to her person as she continued to play with locks of your hair in the quiet of the night. growing up in the house of bourbon, she never took much pride in the name or many things in her life. until she met you; her mes biche, her second hand in battle, the one she lays with at night.
trusting no harm would come to her as she puts her still body next to yours, but shes alright with that. she will take every opportunity to show you off to anyone who takes slight interest in you.
“i got in a few moments ago, darling. do you eat before going to bed?” she cocked an eyebrow at you as you turned your body towards her. calisto smiled back at you as a sleepy smile graced your lips.
“yes, calisto. i used some of my coins to have a meal downstairs before the kitchen closed. what about you, dearest?” she nodded as the comfortable silence returned in the moonlit room. you cupped the back of her head and brought her close to you and pressed a light peck upon her lips, calisto eagerly returned the kiss with a hand coming up to rest upon your cheek.
passion started building up between you two, harsher breaths released from one another's lips, calisto climbed upon your hips as your hands attached themselves to her waist. she rocked her body along yours as you boxed her close to your body.
“mes biche, god you’re amazing. je veux rester comme ça pour toujours(i want to stay like this forever).” her words were breathlessly whispered across your lips. you nodded wordlessly, hugging her closer to you and sucking harshly upon each other's lips.
“i wouldnt have it any other way, dearest.”
fender- two sided sword:
basically a wooden pole with long blades on either side. hes also a fan of molotov cocktails, but only uses those when he has to cause he only carry so many glass bottles without alerting people. growing up he never like he belonged in his mothers village as people stared at him with dirty looks from knowing what happened with his father and mother, so when hearing about kortac, fender took the opportunity to leave home. he left his mother a note then joined kortac for a new life.
fender always dealt with feelings of not fitting in, so he had a tendency to sometimes in his tent and stew in his thoughts. he was doing the same today, after setting up camp for the night, fender went straight to yalls shared tent, hugging his knees to his chest as he mind raced with a million thoughts.
you had been helping calisto set up her tent before noticing he was missing from the group. once she was set, you wandered around the camp that sat at the edge of the forest you had been traveling through. once you opened up the tent flaps to relieve fender in the fetal position, just staring at the wall before him.
“édesem(honey), whats wrong?” walking further into the tent, you slowly approached him and hugged his shoulder as he didnt flinch or make a subtle movement which was nothing new to you. bronze eyes were glazed over as he stared at the wall, unregistered to the world around him; slowly, carefully you lifted a hand up to rest upon his left cheek and turned him to look at you with worry etched into your brows.
“fender? do you want to be alone or can i help you, baby?” you whispered between the two yall. the longer you held fenders face in your hands, the sooner his eyes stopped being glazed over, showing something almost like recognition to your person. taking a deep breath, fenders eyes closed as his tensed body slowly uncoiled and he brought up a hand to rest upon yours.
“sorry, szívem(my heart)…i-i just got into my head too much f-for the moment..” he replied as the worry in your face melted away. the corners of his lips didnt meet the corner of his eyes showing the tiredness in his face. you knew that he was like a burden to the group, to you and he was hiding so he could think through what his mind was screaming to him.
fender felt his body curl into yours, just placing his head upon your chest. you still held his face in your hands, his body releasing all the stress and emotions he has been holding in for the past week or so. he crumpled like a sand castle getting washed away by the sea; just feeling content with warmth and comfort of a familiar person.
after the leaving of his father back to america, his mother was distant(i do believe fenders mother is a good mother, but this just for this scenario), which caused strong feelings of trusting people and opening up about his emotions. when he met you in the small town pub, you were working as a server, upon being served, fender took immediate notice of you as you rushed the crowded pub.
bringing around drinks and food, fender watched in awe as you held all the weight of the trayson your shoulders and wrist. so yall got to talking for the three weeks they would be stationed there. soon he convinced you to join kortac and you didnt need that much convincing to leave the shitty pub you worked in.
soon fender pushed you down onto the dirt floor cot as he hugged your body like he would disappear the next morning or he could possibly forget who you were and that was a fate worst than death for fender. a baby-like whimper left his mouth as cuddled into your body, you pulled the blanket up over both of your bodies.
“you’re okay, fender…im here for you when you need to talk.” you whispered to him, pressing a light peck to his forehead before he drifted into much needed sleep from his restless nights over the past week; fender deserved the good sleep.
stiletto- dire flail:
a double sided fail was her weapon of choice, liking how easily moveable it was and how she could multiple people at once. most people took to her with intimidation at her 6’ stature and the scar that traveled along her face(i like to imagine her 6’) she kept to herself in the group and was alright being by herself. until she met you that is; joining the group at the same time as fender when they visited your village, she was drawn to you upon seeing your bright smile and shining eyes as you laughed at a joke made by horangi.
sal stood behind the rest of the group as you all climbed up the mountain towards you next destination, she kept watch from the rear for the group as konig was at the head. you were near her person which made her content on the trek, she watched over your shorter stature. every so often you took glances behind you to see if stiletto was still behind you, gracing her with a small smile whenever you would see her figure again. (im going to switch between sal, salvatrice and stiletto btw.)
it would be another few hours until you all had reached the village where your next assignment for kortac. you all stopped at the local inn to rent rooms, eat some food and get rest for the night. salvatrice wordlessy followed behind you as you walked up the room they gave you, she had grabbed your hand the moment you both started up the stairs. setting your stuff down in your shared room, sal stood next to you as she watched you flop onto the bed.
“salvatrice, baby, lay with me.” you called out to her as you held your hand to her; softly smiling down at her lover. gently folded her hand into yours, stiletto placed herself next to you on the feather stuff queen sized bed and felt relief in her feet and body from the long trek.
“how are you from the hike, amorino(little love)?” her raspy voice was the only sound to echo between the wooden room, you turned your body towards her and smiled and smiled softly at her.
“im fine, tesoro mio(my darling). just a little sore is all.”.all…how about you, sal?” your hands danced in one another, your fingers tracing the lines that decorated her palm as she watched with glee in her pale blue eyes. soon a idea crossed your mind which caused you to sit up with a bright smile upon your face as salvatrice looked up with slight confusion now crossing her brows.
“lets go walk around town, tesoro! i would love to see what they have here.” you beamed a smile at her, sal chuckled lightly as she watched you drip with excitement. she took your hand in hers, sitting up from the bed and opened up the room for you. an excited squeal left your lips, running up to her taller figure and hugged her neck to which she nuzzled into the side of your head.
walking through the town with sal, you pointed out all the interesting shops to you. from an antique store to the biggest bookstore you had seen in any town yet. she gladly followed behind you in silence as you geeked out from everything you saw from a beautiful choker necklace in the antique store to a hardcover, first edition of one of your favorite books.
but whenever you saw the price of the items, your face fell as you saw how you couldnt afford it. dejected, you would place the respective items back onto the shelf and walked to a different part of the store. what you didnt know was salvatrice would grab the item the moment you walked away, walking up to check out and brought them for you without thinking. you’re her amorino, you only deserve the best in her opinion and she would give it to you.
still you held excitement for walking around the town, you both soon stopped for dinner as it got later in the day; pinks and oranges mixed together with a background of baby blue. as you both sat down and outside at the pub near the antique shop, sal brought your dinner to the table after ordering inside. you both ate in a comfortable silence as you slowly started getting tired from walking around the town.
.“oh man, im tired…thank you for walking around with me, sal.” you flopped back down on the bed with a small as sal took a seat next to you, resting a hand on your knee and gently rubbed your skin under her calloused hand.
salvatrices’ mind wandered to the necklace and book that rest in her leather hip pouch. she tapped your knee to get your attention, doing so successfully, you sat up with a content groan leaving your lips as you felt sleepy from the warm meal you just finished.
“i have something…for you, amorino..” she spoke which made you tilt your head in a slight confusion as you wondered what she had gotten you. maybe a flower or dessert from the restaurant, that would be nice to eat next to the fireplace. looking over at sal with a soft smile, you watched as she slowly pulled out the wrapped up vintage choker placed atop the first edition book that you saw earlier when out on the town.
“sal…tesoro. you shouldnt have…salvatrice, they were so expensive, you didnt have to…” you words were caught up in your throat as you swallowed your tears to the best of your ability. salvatrice held out the presents for you, softly you took the presents from her hands and placed them on your lap, gently opening up the brown wrapping around the necklace.
the firelight bounced off the onyx that was sewn into the velvet band; silver filaments bands surrounded the emerald cut jewel. you gently lifted it up to your eye level and got a good look at it in the soft lighting. before you could say anything to sal, she took it from your hands and moved it down towards your neck and gently clasped around your neck.
“i saw you eyeing it up in the antique store. you deserve it, amorino. my darling deserves all great things…”, salvatrice pressed kisses along the back of your neck, slowly getting to every inch of your skin,”the beautiful necklace that compliments their skin as it drapes oh so nicely along their collarbones.”
you muffled the low sounds leaving your lips as sal held your body close to hers, ravaging your neck, the soft skin of yours.
“s-sal, tesoro…” hot breaths left your lips as your lover showered your skin with hot kisses.
nikto- sodegarami:
a sodegarami was a weapon used in feudal japan. its like a two pronged ‘trident’ with spikes all over the prongs and two blades sticking out of the top of the polearm. nikto stole the polearm off of a body when he walked onto the battlefield after escaping his confinements; also ripping apart the owners clothes and using strips of cloth to hide the scars that decorated his face. he had been kidnapped by the enemy when he accidentally wandered across them burning a body; he was taken, tortured and held prisoner by the scum, when kortac and you heard about what was going on at the compound where they were also holding other people.
nikto always took showers in the dead of night, never wanting anyone to see how disfigured his features had gotten from the torture he endured from the man who kidnapped him. hearing the shuffle of bags and items that were set up inside yalls tent had woken you up to see niktos figure, hunched over and digging through his bag.
“nikto? darling, what are you looking for so late at night?” a yawn escaped your lips as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, sitting up you pushed the plush quilt off your person as nikto turned his back to you.
“иди спать, не обращай на меня внимания, Пчелка(go back to sleep, dont mind me, little bee).” his voice growled out into the darkness of the tent and night. you made sure to keep your eyes still and trained onto one place, so nikto wouldnt have to keep stressing about you accidentally looking in his direction.
“nikto, obviously its important. let me help, Родна́я(dear). please?” softly your voice reached his stressed out mind. after unrobing to take his nightly shower, when he returned to yalls tent and he was putting on clean clothes. when he reached for his mask that he placed in the pocket of his bag so as not to lose it or get it dirty, he couldnt find it which sent adrenaline down his spine.
if it was the cloth he made from ripped up clothing, he wouldnt had cared so much, but after meeting you and getting to know you, you made him a new cloth mask which was one whole piece in one color. it meant so much to him after yall got to together, that someone would do such a sweet thing for him like this, it was his most cherished item ever.
“i..i lost the mask. i took it o-off to go shower, but when i g-got back, i cant find it. i-i swear i didnt me-mean to lose it-” carefully you reached out to hold his hand in order comfort him. you werent angry or upset, you understand that he didnt do it on purpose.
“its okay, nikto. sometimes we just misplace things, its not a big deal. how about you look on the left side and i'll look on the right and see if we can find it in our things.” you whispered to him, bringing up his hand up to your lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand. he turned every so slightly which allowed you to see his side profile.
you made out the shape of his nose and lips, those lips that you love to kiss or run your fingers across. nikto nodded at your suggestion and moved to the left and started shifting through yalls bags, looking for any sign of his beloved mask.
you made your way to the right doing the same, shuffling and sifting through everything in the bags. you could hear niktos grunts of frustration and huffing as he looked in one place then put everything back and moved onto the next place. soon under his towel, you found his mask folded up neatly where he left upon some of your clothes.
“Родна́я, i found it over here.” i held it out to nikto with my back to him, so he could allow himself to turn around. you heard a small ‘whump’ from nikto dropping the pile of the clothes he was looking through. his hand brushed against your skin, gently and took the cloth that was neatly folded in your hand.
you could hear the shuffling as nikto secured his face with the cloth again. then before you could say something or turn back around, nikto wrapped himself around you and buried his face in the crook of your neck. despite his nose and lips being covered you feel nikto move his in such a way that let you feel the kisses through the cloth.
“thank you, Пчелка. i-i dont know what i would d-do with you..” his voice was low and tired, returning the kiss on his cloth covered cheek, you moved you both to yalls palette on the forest floor. nikto curled his body around yours as yall got comfortable and drifted to sleep that night.
thank yall for so much love on the first part, im sorry this one took so long to get out as i go to night school 7 days a week, but yay i got this done
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can you write something with reader and gromsko and how gromsko would treat her if she was his wife? i’ve heard some seriously questionable things about polish people from my boyfriend, he could be biased but from what i know they are super misogynistic and gromsko gives off traditional vibes yknow.
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Wow, that is a very interesting request, actually!
First of all, I am very sorry, that your boyfriend had bad experience with Polish people and I really hope, that things get better. My very first work was in a Polish company, and I've met the sweetest, nicest people there. There was literally one issue - I was young, tiny and underweight, and they all felt sorry about that and constantly tried to feed me.)) So the reason I'm telling this here is to highlight, that there are so many different people in every country.
I don't have anything against authors, who chose to depict him as very traditional (in a negative way) person. It is always important to not forget, such people exist. But I want to offer you a slightly different approach to him. Let's just call it an experiment and see, if it works both for you and me, ok? We will keep this guy traditional more or less, but shift him to a non-toxic side.
Husband Gromsko HCs
Long before the marriage, he takes you with him on a trip across Poland to meet his relatives. Won't stop until you meet everyone. Grannies, aunties, nieces - everyone. You are about to become part of his family and it's important to him, that you are truly integrated in the family and shown love from every single part of it.
He asks his parents to bless your marriage, and definitely asks your parents to let him make a proposal to you. It is not that he is dependent - he was raised in a culture, where respect to elderly is everything.
Regardless of how devout he and you are (even if you are an atheist), Gromskо will persuade you to a traditional wedding ceremony.
If you do not belong to any church or are simply a representative of another faith, he will not rest until he persuades the priest of his native church to allow you two to marry.
Yes, this guy will start to fight for your marriage long before it even starts. He doesn't try to force you into faith though. If needed - he is ready to pray for you both. Because you are his love and Sobieslaw has enough faith to keep you in Gods good books.
Once you are his, truly and finally his - Sobieslaws mind is all concentrated on two objectives: domesticating you and welcoming children in your family.
His biggest fear is to fail you. And in his mind, keeping you on your work equals failing you. If you worry about money - it means to Gromsko, that he doesn't provide well enough.
It will take a lot of talking to change his mind. But eventually he will understand. No matter, what he is taught to believe - you, his wife, love of his life, come first. Always. If you are 100% sure, this is the way, you want to live - he will support your choice to keep your work.
He wants children. Not a single child - children. It will break his heart, if you are not in the same boat with him on that one. He won't push you too hard, won't give ultimatums - but he will constantly try to bring the similar wish into your mind.
He is a 'look how adorable these little ones', 'look how tiny this baby beanie is' type of guy. Watches his friends kids on the playground, while embracing you lovingly and whispering 'they are sweet, but our little treasure would be the sweetest'.
If you are as enthusiastic as he is, and you get pregnant - prepare to meet doctor Gromsko. He won't leave your side, not for a day, even if it affects his career. Who gives a f**k about work stuff, when the most important person out there prepares to gift him the second most important person in his life?
He will monitor you constantly, take you to every single check up, make sure you get all the essential vitamins, have enough of fresh air daily and NO stress.
Will welcome his child with tears, will cover your face with frantic, desperate kisses afterwards. "Dziękuję kochanie... dziękuję, dziękuję,dziękuję*!"
Gromsko loves it, when everybody knows, that you are his and he is yours. So please, if you take off your wedding ring for any reason - wear it on a chain as a necklace. Otherwise, he will be terrified, that it is a sign, you don't want him by your side anymore.
He is constantly worried, you might get sick, so he makes sure, you are always warm, you eat well (no matter what your body type is, his granny will still call you too thin, so Sobieslaw will worry about that), you get health checkups every now and then (even if you are feeling perfect!!!).
The most supporting guy, if you decide for any reason, that you don't want to work actively and choose to stay at home.
Gromsko won't just settle with 'ok, good, now I finally have a stay at home wifey'. He will make sure, you like every part of your home, have enough time and space for your hobbies, feel safe and loved.
By the way, the guy looks like the 'I'll build our house on my own' type. Who, if not him, knows better, what makes an ideal home for you and him? Of course, you can choose all the decorations, materials and so on. But he is the one, doing the building.
Dziękuję kochanie… dziękuję, dziękuję,dziękuję - Thank you, love... thank you, thank you, thank you.
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