#kościuszko x reader

[buckysmith]

Hii I hope your day is going wonderful 🤍💕 I was just wondering if you could write a small fic about gromsko coming back from a mission and his s/o comforting him. Like cuddling him and pampering him. I JUST CANT FIND ANY FICS ABOUT HIM 😭😭😭😭if you don’t write for him that alright and no rush at all 💕

have a wonderful new years 🤍

Helluw, I hope yours is wonderful too! I wish you the best for next year(or already this year, depends on where you live haha)

At first it’s a bit angsty, I hope you don’t mind it ^^‘

Oh- and I love to write for underrated characters soooo much 😩😩

The sun had long set, the songs of the birds had fallen silent and only the crackling of the fireplace could still be heard. Your gaze was directed to the display of your cell phone, waiting to get a message from your loved one, but none came. With a sad sigh you put the phone away, it was already the fourth day that he did not answer. In your mind you had already imagined every possible situation, what if he was wounded? Even worse, what if he fell? Would you be notified, or wait for him for all eternity? The sound of a door opening startled you out of your thoughts, you had locked it, you were sure of it and the only one who had a key to your door was your husband. "I'm home honey" made your heart beat faster, the heavy Polish accent left no doubt and the deep voice was unmistakable. He had come home. With quick steps you move from the living room to the entryway, his stature almost completely filling the narrow and sparsely lit hallway, yet you can clearly see his gentle smile. He barely has time to respond so quickly you wrap your arms around him and bury your head against his chest, but he too wraps his arms around you, lifts you up and places his lips on yours. The kiss is gentle, yet intimate and full of passion. He lets his hands slide from your torso to your butt, only to find a better hold for you so he can carry you from the hallway back to the living room.

He drops down on the sofa with you, pulls you closer to his body and puts his lips on yours again.

After he detaches from you again, you gently put your hand to his cheek and just as gently stroke the small injuries on the right side of his face with your thumb. He closes his eyes enjoying, puts his hand on yours and gently presses his face against your hand.

You spend the first half hour on him in silence, while he enjoys the peace and warmth that you radiate.

"I'm sorry I didn't write to you Księżniczko, my cell phone..." he mumbles against your neck, reaches into his pocket and hands you a completely destroyed cell phone- or rather what little is left of it "The sim card is also broken and I was afraid that if I contact you someone will find you" his voice was rougher and deeper than before, the exhaustion that slowly overtook him and he couldn’t hide it from you longer and yet it was important for him to let you know that he did not ignore you but was not able to contact you.

"Let me take you to bed my Misiu".

Your husband can't help but grin slightly at his pet name *bear*, your pronunciation was better than before, but you also had a strong accent when you spoke Polish. With an affectionate pat against his shoulder you bring your husband back to the now, take him gently by the hand and pull him into the bedroom. His gaze is fixed on you as you help him remove his clothes, careful not to press on any bruises or injuries. It was a small gesture, but it meant so much to him. Your eyes go up to him, only to give him a gentle kiss on the lips and push him onto the bed to finally get your lover to sleep.

His breathing is regular but you know that your dearest is still not asleep, so you free yourself from his arms and get a grumpy murmur. He is clearly unhappy that you have freed yourself from his arms, but only until you gently pull him to your chest, letting your fingers roam through his short hair and over his bare back. You feel him slowly relax as you continue to gently stroke his head and back. He listens to your steady heartbeat, your warmth, the gentle caresses and your smell is finally what brings him to sleep.

The next morning, your lover is awakened by the smell of sausages and the absence of you. Sleepily, he staggers down the hall almost silently, only to see you standing at the stove, the table already set with lots of delicious things.

He wraps his muscular arms around your body, pulls you closer to his bare chest and murmurs a soft good morning against your head.

You had already gotten up early to make him a traditional breakfast, just like his grandma had once made for him for breakfast. He had told you early about her, he had grown up with her and also she was partly to blame that he had become the man he is now. The picture he had been afraid of as a child now hung in your living room as a reminder of the great woman who had raised him.

Since he had told you a lot about his beloved grandmother you knew what he loved to eat, what he loved to drink in the morning and what reminded him most quickly of home. It was just a meal for everyone else, but you knew for your husband it was so much more than just food. For him it was proof that you recognized his culture, that you recognized his past and also his present self. For him it was proof that he had found the partner for life with you.

[soullessdianthus]

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?)

✧°. 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].”

[isabella-kr]

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!”

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod - Teaching you their language

Requested: No

Warnings: ✨Spice✨, slight Angst, Reader doesn’t speak the character’s language

König

König is a patient teacher and also quite a bit excitable when it comes to the topic of his language. He’d love nothing more than to speak to someone else in his mother tongue, as it is less nerve wracking for him than trying to carefully pronounce things in English. He’s really good at answering any questions you have, and is gentle when he corrects your pronunciations or words you’ve mixed up. That being said, because he’s so excited, he sometimes forgets that you can’t speak the language as well as him, so he’ll go on long rants or explanations in Austrian-German without realizing it until he waits for an answer from you and you just stare at him blankly.

Krueger

Krueger is much less patient than König and he’s also less excited. It’s been a long time since he’s spoken to anyone in his language, and he’s constantly insecure about how his accent has been changed over the years, and he’s constantly doubting if he’s even speaking the language right, even if it’s his own mother tongue. But once you two really start to make some progress he’s much more relaxed, and even finds it a bit soothing to be able to speak like this with someone again. He’s not the most patient teacher with you but he’s not the worst either. Some days are worse than others but that’s mostly due to his own stresses and for reasons already listed above.

Alejandro

Alejandro is SO glad you asked. You can’t tell exactly what’s on his mind but what you can tell is that it’s something devious, if the smirk on his face is anything to go by. He takes great joy in focusing on anatomy first and foremost, taking a marker to you, writing down pure filth on your skin, words like “*Propiedad de Alejandro” and “*Tócame” and “*Mía/Mío”, sucking and nipping at whatever correlates to the words that you manage to pronounce at least semi correctly. Of course he’ll teach you things beyond that but he’s just really excited to use this to his advantage. He may or may not have had this exact scenario as a fantasy for a while now.

Roach

Roach is happy to teach you BSL! Sure he can speak at times but it takes a lot of effort and it makes him uncomfortable, and it takes forever for anyone to figure out what he wants through vague gestures and charades. Not to say that moments like those can’t be funny but you get sick of them rather quickly when it happens so much. He’ll probably start by teaching you the alphabet hand signs and some simple words finger spelling, along with his name. (Which you later find out is not him signing Gary, but Roach.) He’ll even teach you some of his personal signs, like the ones he made for his teammates and that they’ve all vaguely come to recognize as them. You learn that yours in particular is actually the sign for Bug, what once was his secret nickname for you but that he’s kind of happy you now know, if only to see your smile whenever he uses it.

Gromsko

Gromsko, much like Alejandro, used this opportunity to his advantage. Except in a bit of a different way. He’ll be edging you throughout your “lessons”, cooing in your ear as you struggle to even read what he’s written down for you to practice, your legs trembling as he fingers you. If you get it right? He goes faster, hitting just the right spots. If you get it wrong, he stops completely, taking enjoyment in how you sob with dismay, pressing kisses to your shoulders as he whispers to you. “Shhh, *Kochanie. It’s okay. Try again.” He’ll tell you, a smile on his face that looked almost deceivingly innocent.

*Propiedad de Alejandro = Property of Alejandro

*Tócame = Touch me

*Mía/Mío = Mine

*Kochanie = Sweetheart

[nrdmssgs]

How your first kisses with Nikto and Gromsko would feel

Masterlist Part 1 (Gaz, Soap, Ghost) Part 2 (Price, Nikolai, König)

Never wrote for these two, but... hey, why not? Maybe I got too carried away with Niktos drama.

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

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

[faulterge1st]

Doing it to Compensate (Not Love)

Now, I don't usually do this, but I wrote a really rough ficlet for any Call of Duty character x reader with a dash of rivals to lovers (younger reader is heavily implied)

It was written with Horangi in mind (blatant favoritism), but you could imagine this with any character in COD that fits the mindset

I don't want it to rot in my documents, so here u go

He resented you, he hated how stubborn you were about how you were right.

He hated how you would preach how much better you were than him at a certain skill, even if he was superior to you in rank. He hated how you would smirk everytime you saw him miss the bullseye during gun training. He hated how you would roll your eyes at him at every terrible unhealthy choice he made during meals, judging his barely sustainable appetite despite you having the oddest cravings he had seen. He despised you, absolutely detested your attitude.

But ever since that day, ever since you clung to him with heavy breaths in need of assistance, he just couldn't help but find you absolutely gorgeous. This was the first time you ever depended on him for anything, gripping his shoulder like he was the only thing that could save you.

He could remember the image of you covered in mud, your untrained fingers coated in your own blood while his rougher hands held your wound closed. It wasn't a pleasant sight, in fact, it was disturbing. But to him? He saw your defeated image as a portrait of a sorrowful martyr painted by a historic romantic, a tragedy cursed by the heavens.

He felt an unfound pity and worry seeing you like this. You were confident, believing in an ability you haven't fully mastered could help you defend in battle, but here you were, met with the reality of war. In that moment, he had just realized how important you were to him, how your confidence didn't make up in your lack of skill. Sure, he enjoyed making you groan in contempt everytime he commented on how much of an amateur you were if you missed a chance to kick him during sparring or how you were a terrible soldier if you missed a practice target just by a centimeter, but those times were accompanied by mischievous grins and amused smirks. They were all in good fun. You genuinely suffering? It wasn't any fun for him. He couldn't handle seeing you hunched over, leaning on his shoulder over a wound that could've taken your life. He just couldn't bear the thought of you being taken from him.

Since that day, he realized that for all the teasing and snarky comments made from good intentions, he'd make it up to you now just by making your life easier.

Ever since that day, he chose to make you your coffee, no matter how painfully sweet or disgustingly bitter it was. He chose to give you a pat on the shoulder every time you shot a straight bullseye, and chose to praise your efforts everytime you sent him flying back on his arse during training. You deserved it. He just couldn't go back to treating you like shit after that day, because it made him realize how he could lose you at any moment. He didn't want the last words he ever told to you to be a criticism of your skills or a sarcastic judgement of how your inexperience made him better than you. He had to make it special, because he loved you.

But he sure as hell will never tell you that. Instead, he'll tell you that you are a valued soldier, that losing you would be detrimental to the team. He would place his hands on your hand, your shoulder, or any place on your body that was subtle enough that you couldn't realize what he was truly feeling. It didn't carry his devotion nor his loyalty to you. It didn't send the message of how much he cared. But, it will always be close enough to an "I love you" that he could ever manage to tell you.

[vxmpyree]

YOU LIKE GROMSKO TOO?! automatic follow, what.

soooo... can i ask for Gromsko who's all too in love with his partner, but doesn't really know how to express his feelings so he's all cuddly but can't ask for anything, giving the most subtle hints for love and shiii

UGH i love this man.

gromsko wants flowers.

no, really, he does. he hasn't said a peep about wanting you to head down to the floral shop, but when he sees pretty petals and neatly trimmed stems in passing, he'll comment. poppies remind me of home. some new color would look nice in our house, eh?

he just can't talk to you. your efforts to cultivate this warm, dim place for him to relax and sleep in are working, yes, but it's taking ages to shave down the iron walls he's put up. there's a barrier between the two of you that he just can't lower.

he'd like to tell you about how he feels, about how you make his heart squeeze in his ribs and sweat dribble down his brow. but he can't--

gromsko holds you close at night, as tight as either of you can bear. his thick forearms squeeze your waist and belly like a snug seatbelt, keeping you in place. he doesn't want you running off or leaving him for someone who can say what they want.

he traces all the little things he wants to say into the flesh of your hip. maybe one day.

[bejeweledblondie]

Just Like My Babcha

Sobiesław “Gromsko” Kościuszko x F! Reader

Summary: Y/N comes from a Polish-American family & learned from the best at making homemade pierogi catching the attention of a familiar Polish operator

A/N: I’m not from Poland I myself have polish ancestry & my own Babcha came from Poland but she never taught me unfortunately so if there’s any mistranslations I apologize in advance. For anyone who doesn’t know a pierogi is like a potato dumpling, but it can be filled with cabbage & other food

Warnings: potential mistranslations, traditional gender roles, thoughts of impregnating

Y/N’s hips swayed side to side to the song that was coming out of the nearby speaker. She used the back of her hand to brush some of her hair out of her face, & got flour on her cheek in the process. It was Easter, & she was making pierogi to celebrate the holiday. She was feeling a little homesick being far away from her family, & called her mother asking for the recipe. The smell of the dough was bringing back nostalgic memories of going to the grand Orthodox Church & coming home for a early lunch. Her babcha would help her little delicate hands pinch the edges to hold the cabbage & potatoes.

She was so focused on cutting the dough properly & to proportion that she didn’t even notice the shadow she was starting to acquire. Sobesław was returning from a mass at the local Orthodox Church when he was pleasantly surprised by the smell of pierogi’s cooking. He walked into the conjoined kitchen & living room area of the apartment he lived in. He was surprised to see their Human Resources Secretary standing there. She was also so kind to him, & was actually able to pronounce his name correctly. He was in utter shock when she was able to pronounce it on the first try.

He leaned up against the doorway as he watched her hum to herself while she started to fill each pierogi. This was a sight he could get used to. Growing up in a very traditional Catholic Polish household had instilled very traditional values. A vision of her with a small baby bump glowing from pregnancy making pierogi’s & other food played in his head. She was absolutely beautiful. Being a civilian, let alone a woman on a military base had to have been intimidating for her. Every time he’d walk into the office she worked out of her head would always been down, failing to make eye contact. Her shyness always intrigued him. He couldn’t imagine someone so stunning want to hide their face all the time.

Her delicate hands started to fold & pinch the pierogis creating the half moon shape. It took one accidental bump into the side of a table for him to gain her attention. A small gasp escaped her lips at the sound & a slew of polish curses rang out of his. A scarlet blush appeared on his cheeks as he tried to cough it off. She looked and smiled at him.

“Oh Sobiesław you startled me,” She started. “I’m assuming you got a good waft of the pierogis I already have cooking.” A small smirk danced on her lips.

“Tak (yes).” He replied. “Just wanted to know if you needed any help. My babcha, she used to make them with me.”

“That’s where I learned too.” She replied enthusiastically. “Well come in! Just make sure you wash up.” He walked into the kitchen & washed his hands in the sink. Once he finished drying them off he stood right beside her. “Hands.” She instructed. He held out his hands and she placed some flour in the them. Rubbing his hands together he spread the flour & got to work.

As he started to put some of the cabbage into the dough, he couldn’t help but notice how petite she was. The pierogis looked significantly larger in her delicate hands than his. She smiled up at him & he nearly melted into the floor right there.

“I can see our Babcha’s had very similar techniques.” She said. “How long have you been cooking them?”

“Ever since I was able to walk.” He replied. “My Babcha wanted me to know so I could pass down the recipe.”

“Mine too.” She replied smiling & continued to fill & pinch the pierogis. “Seems like they’d be close.” He could’ve dropped to one knee right there. She always had a reputation of being so kind, but she truly was an angel. It wasn’t very often that his teammates asked much about his life or his family. It was refreshing & comforting to talk to her about his life back home.

“How does a woman like you wind up in a place like this?” He asked. “You’re an anioł (angel).” She smiled at his compliment. Her life wasn’t the best back home, & the civilian sector of defense contracting provided her with a way out. Good benefits & there would always be work.

“I needed to get out. Home wasn’t the best environment for me to be in.” She replied somewhat solemnly. “Since I have personal health issues I wasn’t qualified for military service but I found employment in the civilian sector.”

A feeling of sadness washed over him. He couldn’t imagine someone as kind & beautiful having to experience something so tragic. It only triggered the instinct to protect & take care of her more. Once the pierogis were cooking away, she started to set the table for the two of them. Beautiful hand painted Polish pottery littered the table. Intricate blue & red floral designs created a kaleidoscope of colors that stood out on the white table cloth.

Sobesław admired her attention to detail even if it was just the two of them. He too was feeling homesick for his country, but seeing all the traditional Polish decor around him made him feel right at home. A timer went off alerting them the last batch of pierogis were done. Sobesław went to take the pierogis off of the pan & Y/N’s hand came down smacking it.

“You go sit down,” She ordered. “I’ll take care of it.” In pure shock he slowly made his way to the table & plopped himself down into a chair. Not long after she started to bring out the tray of pierogis. Soon followed challah bread, kielbasa (sausage), & potatoes.

“Kochanie (my darling) how do you plan for us to eat all of this?” He asked. Her heart fluttered at the term of endearment. She really did cook a meal for a family of ten.

“We’ll manage,” She replied as she poured him a glass of wine. “I’m sure some others will see the leftovers in the fridge. But don’t eat too much there’s still dessert.” She walked back into the kitchen to grab the opłatek (communion wafer) for grace. As she was walking back out she caught Sobesław almost taking a huge bite out of a pierogi.

“Tsk tsk, we still have to say grace!” She stated. A small blush crept onto his face, he had forgotten. She walked up to him handing the opłatek to him for him to break off a piece. Then she place a small kiss to his forehead. She walked to her place setting & sat down. A small prayer was said & they both each ate their piece of the opłatek. “Now you can dig in.” She teased.

He immediately started to pick up the pierogi he cut earlier. A small moan escaped his lips as the pierogi touched his tongue. He started to hear wedding bells the more he ate.

“I’m assuming it’s good.” She laughed. He nodded still speechless from the food that was in his mouth.

“They’re just like my babcha’s.” He replied after he swallowed. She smiled at the complimented & started to cut into her own food. “What are you doing next Friday?” He asked.

“Nothing.” She replied.

“I want to returned the favor, let me take you out.” He stated very bluntly.

“Sure! It’s a date.” She replied & started to eat the food in front of her. His heart leaped, & he couldn’t wait to tell his babcha he found the girl he was going to marry.

[xbruised-peachx]

could i get some soft gromsko hcs 🥺 sorry i keep seeing ones where hes a misogynist (untagged so it triggers me from a past relationship) and i much prefer your interpretation where he's caring but still confident

Aww 🫂🫂🫂 I'm sorry Anon, I'm actually in the same boat as you, my bad relationship ended exactly a year ago so yeah.

Everyone's allowed to have their own interpretation and all that fun stuff but I absolutely agree, I can't see him like that. Talking to my Polish friends about it, it's just not his generation and it's a very tired trope of "misogynistic, loud slavic man" they are not too happy seeing. For me, it's almost a bit of an American trope that is "loud and boisterous=asshole", which I dislike as he has multiple lines IN GAME that shows him as caring and you know... nice (ex. Czasami trzeba się poświęcić dla innych (sometimes you must sacrifice yourself for others), You're not dying yet!, Trzymać się (hold on) the surgeon is coming, I was proud to fight with you!, I am your wingman, etc). Not to mention you know... HE'S A MEDIC or at the very least "extensive medical training" as stated in his bio.

So yeah, I'll happily give you some nice, loud and proudly in love Gromsko headcanons, Anon💚

Tags: fem!reader, pure tooth rotting fluff, alcohol mention for the last point

Gromsko always has his arm around you in public. He wants the world to know how lucky he is to have you. He still has some slight guilt in his head about showing PDA from getting glares from various babcias back home, but he can't help it when he sees you, beautiful eyes looking back at him with such adoration. He has to show it back somehow.

Often, he'll just settle for hand holding (before marriage? Scandalous) as you guys walk around. He'll watch you as you interact with employees, you asking for help as his thumb runs over your knuckles, running along the back of your hand. Even if you get nervous talking to employees, his touch reminds you he's right there if you need him, and that he's more than willing to help if needed.

You getting disrespected sets him off in a whole new way. Instantly, he'll step in front, asserting his height advantage he often has, looking down at them with contempt that they would even dare speak to you like that. "Want to repeat that?" His voice coming out as low and threatening, booming around the room. When they inevitably leave you both alone, his attention goes right back to you, gently cupping your face as you look up to him as he asks if you're okay. You smile and nod, telling him a soft thank you. You can practically see his heart melt as he looks back, eyes softening and a gentle smile on his face, taking your hand and continuing like nothing happened.

Though he learned some cooking from his grandma, he has fond memories of watching Robert Makłowicz with his mom during weekends, making the recipes for dinner. When he found out Makłowicz has a YouTube channel, the two of you went on a deep dive for hours, cuddling on the couch and him translating for you when he started laughing or just said something nice, and thought it'd be nice to share. He also showed a few older clips, particularly this one of him and a dog and now the two of you have the little inside joke going "EHEHEHEHE" at small, cute things.

He often cooks for you, even wanting to take care of you like that as well. He doesn't mind the help but he takes quite a bit of pride in his cooking. He loves when you come up behind and just hug him while he's at the stove. For him, that plus you smiling as you eat a meal from him is the greatest reward.

Every injury is an emergency to him, often taking huge precautions even for little things. The house is never out of band-aids or antibiotic ointment. Even stubbing your toe will have him running out of whatever room he's in, stopping what he's doing to make sure you're okay.

He is the best to have around during the time of the month. He'll make some good iron rich foods, but still get you whatever snacks you want. He may want to take care of you physically but he knows part of health is mental too, and that he can't force something on you when you are craving something else. He makes sure heating pads are ready along with a nice comfortable spot in bed. He isn't overbearing though, as he knows sometimes you just need space. He knows that when you need him, you'll let him know. Often you have fallen asleep, head in his lap with a heated stuffed animal hugged to your chest. He'll carry you to the much more comfortable bed with ease, watching you at peace with a smile on his own face as he'd go back, cleaning up any snack wrappers in the living room, turning off any electric heating pads that might have been left on. He may join you for a nap eventually, but he'll leave you at peace for now.

Being used to waking up for the military, he wakes up before you, and he really doesn't mind. The warm glow of the sun rising as your lips are parted, gently breathing. His arm around you, he can feel the gentle rise and fall, your heart beat calm against him. He could look at you like this for hours, going back in forth in his head questioning how he got so lucky but also not wanting to question it, instead to just enjoy this quiet morning. Birds chirping, he wants to get up and make some coffee for you but he doesn't want to leave you in this moment... not now or ever.

He loves animals... all of them. Often, if he sees a random animal in the street, he'll call out to it instinctively in Polish, often leaving a poor hedgehog stunned in the streets, unsure what to do about this giant heading towards them. He loves going to the shelter with you, seeing big dogs go from barking to wagging their tail, wanting to get out to play, and going to cat rooms to sit for a while, playing with all the cats, young and old. Old cats flock to him like no other and he always imitates their crispy meows. Seeing him hold a kitten that easy fits in his hands, curling up into a ball as he holds it against his broad chest, gently petting its head with two of his fingers... it warms your soul.

He is a very affectionate drunk. He'll be stumbling down the streets, goofy grin on his face as he hugged on you for balance. If any even breathes in your direction, positive or negative, he'll be calling out to them, "HEJ! To moja dziewczyna... GO!" (Hey, that's my girlfriend) You often end up apologizing to whoever it is, his slurred speech being the answer for why. When you get home he'll often just keep repeating how beautiful you are while snuggled in your chest for once. Looking up at you, you see that look of disbelief in his eyes, but quickly returning to just bliss as he remembers you belong to each other. Snoring like a bear buried deep, he knows absolute comfort knowing you'll be there for each other for the inevitable hangover the next morning.

[b1rds3ye]

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 😌

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.

Call of Duty Masterlist

[glossysoap]

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.

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Monster!Reader (Part 3)

Requested: No

Warnings: Some traditionally female creatures but they are written as GN, one mention of Reader in a dress, some ✨spice✨

Krueger - Hulder/Huldrekall

The village was quiet tonight. Quiet was something that Krueger enjoyed, hence why he had chosen such a scarcely populated area to make his home in. It didn’t matter that the villagers didn’t like having a new neighbor or that they shunned him, charged him extra for whatever wares he needed from the shops. He’d gladly ignore their glares and pay double for everything if it meant he kept his peace and quiet. Though sometimes he would get the occasional prankster teen who thought it would be funny to fuck with the out of towner, he had quickly dealt with them by the fifth time they came onto his property. Making them clean the broken eggs off his porch with their tongue, shell and all, his boot on the back of their head, their faces creaking against the hardwood as they cried for mercy. He was quite merciful in his own opinion. He’d killed people for less.

So he was shunned and avoided but that worked just fine for him. And he sat on his porch at night and enjoyed the quiet, a mug full of vodka in his hands as he just relaxed. Until it was interrupted one night by the sight of something poking it’s head out of the forest surrounding his home, peering at him curiously. He narrowed his eyes at it, at you, body tense but eventually relaxing when several moments passed and you seemed to not want to make any moves. You could stare all you liked, he’d leave you be as long as you kept your distance.

But then…..you beckoned him the next time he turned to look at you. And maybe it was the liquid courage clouding his judgment but he couldn’t help but follow you, amused by your giggles of enjoyment as he chased you through the woods, his breath catching in his throat everytime he passed you and saw that you were actually naked. It took almost all night before he actually caught you, growling and halfway feral as he flipped you onto your belly under him. He only noticed something was off when he yanked your hips up, hands pulling apart your ass cheeks to get a good look at you down below. And then your tail smacked against his hand, making him jump in surprise. A further look up showed that your back was…..opened up and hollowed out, revealing your beating heart. He wasn’t sure how you were even alive in this moment, let alone purring under him like a cat.

He decided he could figure it out later. When it wasn’t almost 6 in the morning with his cock aching and oozing precum in his pants.

Gromsko - Morowa dziewica

Gromsko was a man who experienced sickness almost all his life. His parents had both died of it and his younger sister was weak and sickly almost her entire life, even as a young toddler. It had distressed his family greatly and they struggled to pay for the hospital bills. Doubling up on jobs just to try and make ends meet. Throughout it all he never seemed to even get a cold, let alone anything serious. It was something his parents were extremely grateful for. That being said, he had a soft spot for sick people, just because they reminded him of his family. And seeing them suffering hurt him.

So seeing you, in your pretty white dress, coughing into what looked to be a rag the color of blood, being shunned and avoided as you begged for some help carrying your bag. In literal tears as you told them that you were in pain, that you physically couldn’t lift it any longer. Well, it upset him. If his sister was ignored like that, in that much pain, he’s sure that he’d kill somebody. So he didn’t hesitate to offer his help, lifting your bag with one hand and heaving it onto his shoulder, insisting that it was no problem when you started thanking him profusely. It actually wasn’t that heavy at all. Almost felt like there was actually nothing in it and he’d admit to being just a little curious on how something was so light but he didn’t want to ask you in case it was something you weren’t comfortable talking about.

And when he arrived in front of what you said was your home, he was more than a little concerned. It was more like a shack, run down and crumbling. Doubtful it was warm, especially when it was the middle of winter. But he didn’t get the chance to say anything as you smiled at him, cupping his face before dragging him forward to place a soft kiss on his forehead. It was hot, the warmth of it spreading from his head all the way down to his toes. Like the nicest fuzziest blanket he’d ever touched. He didn’t even notice you taking your bag back from him until you patted his cheek.

“Thank you, Sweet Boy.” You said, and there was something cold in your voice. Something a bit hollow and sad. “You best get home now, yes? Maybe stay inside for a little bit.”

He couldn’t find himself capable of doing anything but nodding, watching you turn from him and walk into the rundown shack, the door slamming shut behind you so loudly that it seemed like it shook the very ground around him.

Graves - Merperson

Graves hated the ocean. Always had, ever since he was a young boy and his grandpa would drag him out to the beach and toss him in as far as he could throw him then tell him to swim back on his own. He hated the way he couldn’t see in it, how anything could sneak up on him and take a bite. It made him anxious. Like something was just beneath the waves, watching him, waiting for him to let his guard down just so it could eat him.

As he grew, his fear of the sea lessened but never entirely went away. Which is why he was hesitant to get on the boat that would take him to his next assignment. And it wasn’t just his normal fear either. Today felt….different. Something in his gut yelling at him to not go. But he brushed it away, stepping onto the boat despite that trepidation. Over 3 whole days later, he was regretting that decision quite a lot as he laid on the beach of some piss poor “island” that was barely big enough for a dozen or so people. Not that there was a dozen or so people, there was just him. Him and a bunch of trees that bore fruits that he didn’t actually know the name of but that we’re keeping him alive. And the shade of the trees themselves did help keep him from getting too sunburnt.

He was on the verge of giving up today. He’d been out here so long with not a single sight of a boat or plane. He’s running out of fruit to eat and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to catch any fish. He shuts his eyes and lays in the hot sand, feeling it scorching his skin, painful but he doesn’t care. Do distracted but his own mind that he doesn’t even hear the splashing of water before something wet and wiggling slaps against his face. He shoots up with a shout, eyes wide as he looks down at the still living fish that was flopping around in his lap. Confusion filled him, driving him to look up and around for what could have done this. It took him a minute but eventually he spotted it. You. Your black eyes barely peaking up above the waves, unblinking. You notice his attention on you quickly, sinking a bit lower in the water, seemingly growing a bit shy. He found it….cute.

“If you come out of the water, we can share this.” Graves called to you after a moment or two of silence, tilting his head. “What do you say, Darlin?”

Valeria - Gorgon

Valeria decided that she hated the woods. She had never had any particular feelings towards them before but now, now she is sure that she hates them. A month surrounded these god forsaken trees in the middle of she didn’t even remember where and she hated the woods. Once more she cursed Alejandro for forcing her to flee from her home, cursed her helicopter for crashing, her breathing heavy as she shuffled through branches and bramble, just barely keeping from tripping several times. She growled, low in the back of her throat, opening her mouth to-

A branch snapped behind her.

Her head whipped around, pulling out her gun and aiming it faster then she could think. Not that it would matter, she’d used all the ammo to hunt down food so she could survive. But whoever was behind her didn’t need to know that. Only….there wasn’t anyone behind her. Her eyes flickered around, hands still tight around her gun, a reflex more than anything at this point. A rabbit? Or maybe just her imagination. She was starting to become dehydrated. Maybe-

Another snap. This one closer. Behind her. She turned again but she wasn’t quick enough, her gun smacked out of her hands and her body knocked to the floor, her breath knocked out of her lungs by a foot pressing firmly in the center of her chest. She tried to squirm but it did no good, neither did clawing at the offending leg.

“If you don’t stop moving, I’ll turn you to stone.” A voice above her said and she looked up, Spanish curses already starting to fly from her lips before she even saw the head full of snakes you possessed or the cat like slits of your eyes.

Well that was…..certainly not what she was expecting

[nrdmssgs]

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.

Masterlist

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.

[batwritings]

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.”

[vxmpyree]

happy holidays!

[ requests / asks ] open as of 9/24

hey im jane (any pronouns)!

unless stated otherwise, i try to keep my writing neutral reader-wise (body type, race, gender, etc.). most of my writing is about COD. i write about angst, fluff, and the occasional character analysis. my writing only tag is #vxmpyree, and i cross-post to ao3 here. my NSFW account is @puracatt (i block -18)!!

ill write most requests, but NOT ANYTHING NSFW.

ill write about pretty much any char, but my favs are Nikto, Valeria, TF141, Gromsko, and any background char with 1 second of screen time :)

masterlist

nikto

[7/2] his few joys after retirement

[7/2] homophobic nikto,,

[7/4] sweet and smitten

[7/5] scared of thunder

[7/6] dad nikto

[7/16] fluffy retirement nikto

[7/19] [f!] chubby women

[7/21] chubby nikto

[7/25] bathtime

[7/31] [1] anxious/avoidant

[8/1] [2] anxious/avoidant

[8/7] sweater thief house husband

[8/15] teeth headcanons

[8/25] new barber

[8/26] setting up xmas lights

[8/27] hurt leg

[8/28] chocolate kiss

[8/29] unmasked

[8/30] sputnik headcanons

[9/5] jealous of the new guy

[9/10] [m! / n!] smoke in your mouth

konig

[7/3] [f!] konig and his sweet wife

[7/12] clingy konig

gromsko

[9/9] can't say i love you

task force 141

[7/3, simon] yearning

[8/13, gaz] flower shop

valeria

[8/10] [f!] prison visit

keegan p. russ

[7/20] [m!] sick

multiple chars

[7/20] [rodion, nikto, minotaur, bale] spetsnaz hcs

[xbruised-peachx]

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

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...

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.