Well, Turns Out The Pain I'm In Isn't Normal...

COD Men x K-9 Unit reader (WIP)

《《 Part 1 | Part 2

Reader works with a K-9 unit, and his partner is called Mutt, who is a mix breed of Alaskan Akita and Doberman(Mutt is also a service dog as reader has paranoia and C-PTSD). Readers call sign is Riot. The 141 boys needed help tracing a terrorist and John called in some favors to bring Riot and Mutt into the field. He helped the Los Vaqueros as well.

After the mission back at base, reader interacts with the men, and they end up interacting with reader.

Reader is referred to as you or Riot.

Mentions of panic attacks, anxiety attacks, C-PTSD, war, and / or war related violence. Unhealthy coping mechanisms, past trauma. Death of a family member. Torture, scars, and flashbacks.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra (657 words)

-Growing up alone, with only his mother. He adored the way you worked with Mutt. Sure, seeing the hulking mass of pure muscle and fur that was your partner is its own kind of scar, but he still adores how smooth you two are when out on a mission. -That fear is cemented when you suddenly whistle sharp and turn almost slaminginto him. Only for a hostile to drop under your hound who tackled them. Holding the enemy soldier down with snarls and jaw snapping in an obvious threat. He leans the cues you give that insight a violent recation, just a show or an actaul attack. All so he can predict the behavior. Not liking the scar. -The way you and Mutt act outside of the field had confused him. Why the hound was still so focused on you, why were you so reliant on Mutt. It's only the years he spent in hostile land that gives him a clue. You survived something. Mutt helps deal with the leftover pain it caused. -Rudy only sees that pain later, finding you down on the floor with Mutt desprerate to get you calm. He's seen how Alejandro deals with this kind of thing, but he didn't want to leave you here. Just to wallow in the panic. Making sure you heard him approach, to mutter. "What's, Oh, mierda. Hey. Hey, Riot?" He'll kneel down beside you when he knows you've noticed him. Making sure to keep his voice calm and quiet. "What, come on, que puedo. How can I help you?" "Talk. Please, just. I can't be in my own head right now. Talk to me. háblame. [Talk to me]" "Ok, ok. Did I. Or have you ever heard how Ale and me met?" "No- no. I don't thin-nk?" "Silencio ahora [quiet now], I'll talk. We met..." -You start seeking him out and learns Mutts call for him. He sees how much that takes out of you and when your drousy and half passed out? That's when you start talking to Mutt. Growling, yips, whines, and just going back and forth with each other. -Its the times he growls back at you, that you snap awake. He'll laugh it off, but after he sees how much fun it is for both of you? He'll growl at you just to tease you or walk up behind you just to growl a breath away from you. He loves it, sees you jump only to recognize it as him, them chase him down across the base. Even in the field, you also play along. On the days when it's quiet and you two need to hunker down for a sand storm. It becomes a norm of you scaring him so bad, he'll jump a foot in the air. -Rudy will start ruff housing with you as well. Even helping Mutt shove you around when you both get the free time to be home. It started small, little shoves and shoulder checks escalating to wrestling. He still growls at you. Hell, he even laughs at you and Mutt, yapping at each other when the two of you ruff house. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he enjoys the quiet, too. Not nearly as much as the adrenaline of chasing you or you chasing him down, but it's still comfort. -The darker nights for you, the flashbacks, the way Mutt will help with it, he learns it. He slowly starts to ask, saying. "You can tell me fuck off Roit, but. Quiero saber como ayudar [I want to help you]. I need the story to do that." "Ok, well. It ain't una bonita historia [a pretty story], but you asked so nicely so. Yeah. I'll tell you," -After that, he becomes as much of a guard dog as Mutt is for you. Rudy will become the caregiver his mother raised him to be. What he became for her.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick: (742 words)

-His first impressions of you and Mutt were nothing to write home about. You were sent in to help get him out of the hostile area after he was surrounded on a search and rescue effort. He was warned beforehand sure, but nothing will ever prepare him for when you came bursting in with a bloodied hound and a flustered Soap on your tail. Following you out as Mutt killed as many men as Soap shot. To Say it took him a minute to comprehend the level of 'fuck all of that' would be an under statement. He came around to Mutt, but it took a while. -You took him with you to the training grounds. After how shocked he was to see you and your K-9 partner, you asked if he wanted to learn how you both worked. If that could make him feel safer around Mutt. And yes. Maybe just maybe you showed off more than you explained, but you did explain how most of your commands were mixed words from several languages. "Wait, so they'll just drop?" "It's called recall training, so sort of." "Recall? Like controlling how far they go?" "Yip, watch." The whole having perfect control over Mutt took Gaz a bit to accept but watching the hound bolt down a fucking run way before you whistle sharp and Mutt suddenly skids to a stop, and then continue at that break neck pace only to come right back to you at a single call. -Gaz, seeing both of you still moving so fluidly outside of the field just felt like a side effect of working together so long. He doesn't think about the layers of scar tissue over your throat. He doesn't care that you disappear every now and gain. Why would he? Is what he wanted to think until the late nights spent on quiet runs through old hostile infested land. When you start talking him through the pain, ebbing from the through and through bullet hole. Holding down on the slow pump of blood, asking him stupid dad jokes. Hoping the mere spite of saying what cap. Price would is keeping him awake. "It'll be fine... just" "How does dark Vader like his toast?" "No. Roit. Please stop." Gaz begs with a breathless chuckle. "~on the dark side~" Full on laughing now, he half snorts. "I said stop!" -He almost chalks the echoing howl that bounced back and forth as a hallucination from blood loss, but considering that the team found you both as quickly as they did? It can't be. Gaz corners you when you both have nowhere to be and are off duty. It's almost embarrassing to sit down and explain that yes, you howled to Mutt, and yes, that's how you find you K-9 amist all that open land. Now Gaz will ask what else you can copy because damn was that awesome to hear. -Becoming more and more comfortable around each other, he gets to hear you howl more often. Even being there when Mutt first tackled you only to growl. It turned into ruff housing quick, both you and your hound growling back and forth. So, who cares that he also likes wrestling with you. He doesn't, and he sure as hell doesn't tell you how stupidly cute it is that you growl at him when he even gets the upper hand. Never will he let you know how fucken adorable he finds you and Mutt. -Gaz owes his life to you. If not, when he was shot , then definitely when Mutt would have his back as you had to crack down a lock. He's not at all as scared as before, he adores how the hound you work with. He enjoys the dumb sad jokes you two shoot off back and forth, over global coms just to annoy Price. But he loves, likes the way you sound exactly like Mutt. Yes, he will go 'grr' at you sometimes, but the sounds of you and Mutt trying to locate each other over the dark field will always be his favorite. Means, you're still alive. It means he can still fight to pay you back later. Not right now, but when that day comes, he won't be the one to let you die. And don't you dare force him to be a fucking lier.

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I swear I'm abt to throw hands if the fem writers didn't even put the genders reader. I ALWAYS GET THOSE "good girl" IM NOT JUST PLEASE PUT THE READER'S DAMN GENDER YOU MOTHERFUCKER GOD. OR PUT IT IN THE DAMN TAGS YOU MOTHERFUCKER BUT YOU JUST PUT "genshin x reader" <- this is an example. DIDNT EVEN PUT GENSHIN X FEMALE READER OR GENSHIN X MALE READER. AND WHEN IT COMES TO GN READER, I SAW A GN READER AND SAYS "no pronouns used" AND PROCEEDS TO USE SHE/HER AND GOOD GIRL.

May or may not be hung over thinking about a feline könig.....

Fuck it.

Km gonna write it.

Don't mic alcohol kids, never drink clear liquor, then drink after cloudy. Don't dink more than one kind of alcohol. Stick to what you started with, with water between.

Prob the only reason I'm conscious today.

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A/N: Ok, I wanna expand in the thought..... sooooooooooo here <3 oh, and one day, I'll muster the currant to tag that amazing writer in this... one day. Today is that day!! @rodolfoparras (pls just ignore me...just wanted you to know this whole story is your fault with love /p)

CW|TW: includes more sexual things (oral, giving and receiving), implied FTM Price but not stated, a fear of growing older, detail of aids and way to much sappy fluff.

The glasses were Prices newest addition, these thin wire framed things that sat low on the bridge of his nose that he half tried to hide. Refusing to use them unless he absolutely needed to.

Only catching him at home, skimming through document with the things on so he can actaully read the fine print. You catch him, in your own shared home, squinting at a recipe he picked up off of Soap and wanted to try. It would be sorta funny if it wasn't as frustrating as it was.

Coming up behind him, you slip those damned glasses on his head, careful not to drop them on his skin but just place them in his hair with a soft kiss to that spot on his nape that always amost make his knees buckle. Hoping the distraction will help Price accept his fate of wearing glasses.

And it kind of does? If only for the moment, but then you were dragged away from your own brought home work to be picked up and placed on the counter. Handed that recipe and his glasses and asked, oh so sweetly.

"Read it to me?"

The glasses are fogged with condensation, so you know he tried. Just the frustration thats been building up coming to a head.

"Always, pretty."

You had honestly forgotten about him not wanting to wear his glasses after a while, him being called in for months with his team, it had just slipped your mind.

But apparently, someone on his team got him to wear those glasses. To the point that they now rest on his nightstand, reflecting the light in a way that should annoy you as he reads, but it just can't because he's wearing them and you are so proud.

That night may or may not have ended with you going down on him, singing praises about how good he looked all the way down his body. Hands finding the pudge of his gut and tracing the stretch marks on his thighs, easily pulling him into your mouth by his hips, happy to stay and lap at him until he's cum dry. All the while, his lust blown eyes stare at you through those wire rimmed glasses.

And it's like something clicked in his mind.

You didn't even notice when he held you open by your legs, kneeling down in front of you.

You just thought it was one of those days where Price wanted to please you, or to be that close to you that all he could feel and hear and taste and see, was you.

But it wasn't, or it was but not how he normally sank to his knees with worshipping touches, no you didn't notice at first. Eyes flickering closed against the lovely feeling he sent, chasing up and down your spine with every little touch. Yet, when you pet through his hair, careful to scrape your nails along his scalp, you felt something as you dropped that hand to trace his cheek.

That when you realized, there between your thighs with his hands holding you still and toungue half hanging out as he pulls off you to suckle on the skin where your hip and thighs meet, he's looking up at you with pupils blown wide behind those damned glasses.

"Price, you still- fuck."

"Hmm?" Price stops his pursuit with a light nip, smiling up at you, "I need to see you Sugar."

He nuzles the scratchy side of his jaw agaisnt you, watching as the skin goes red, a pleased look in his eyes. Hand coming up to hold your dick steady as he licks along the under side; only pausing to stare into your eyes and half whisper.

"Can't do that with out 'em"

Ok, I OD a while back and haven't had the time or the mental to post/write anything. But but but but you can blame rodolfoparras for this. Love thier work and all their cute cat pics!!

Old man Price, who starts wearing reading glasses from all the damage to his retna. He's kinda insecure about it, but when he sees how clear your blush is when he wears them?

He will just be between your thighs one night, breath way too hot, with those damn glasses still on because,

"I need to see you Love. Can't do that without 'em."

And he does, he wants to look at every shudder, and the way your lips try to hold those particularly embarrassing moans becuase fuck is Price good at sucking your sould out of your dick.

Ghost likes biters I do make the rules ->

ghost who retraces every bite mark left on his skin once you've finished using him like a chew toy for the time being. after being constantly hidden and deprived of any and all sunlight, he's as pale as snow white. you've always managed to ruin this somehow, leaving a bloody mess on his arm alone. your teeth soften his flesh, the color of sanguine shifting to a pale pink the further away from the wound. it's almost as if you've painted his skin in your own little (blood parasite) way. it hurts too, when pressed down too hard it's almost like your canines are back inside him. he'll never admit it through words, but he'll gladly take your dog antics over an injury from his work. craves it even, your ownership over him shown through such a feral manner.

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When I'm done with the K-9 unit reader x various COD men I might post each x reader separately as most of them are around 700 ish words. This is more do I can organize the shit or post it to my AO3 account.

Just for those who now follow me and will see the spam post of it.

Fucking finally done... but then maybe next I'm thinking a Vamp oc, with blood play or pain play.

Cuz you know, the whole cannibals ruite.

Anyway,

Thank you for the people who tagged their thought in their reblogs <3 <3 <3

You have the best ideas <3

I haven't seen anyone write this yet and I'm low-key surprised :0 but can you write how Price , Ghost , Soap , Konig , Alejandro and Rudy react to seeing their bf wearing like one of those sexy army uniforms ? Like those slutty Halloween costumes that are really just camo lingerie and a hat

Maybe where the men just got back to base after a exhausting mission and go to their room after showering only to see reader waiting for them all dressed up for them and the reader says something like "That must've been an exhausting mission soldier , let me reward you for all your hard work"

Reader is teasing them so much all while feigning innocence and acting like he's oblivious to how worked up they are and then yk fucking ensues

Bonus if reader wears like something of theirs , like Prices hat , one of Ghost and Konigs masks , etc.

SEXY ARMY UNIFORM

WARNINGS: sexual other than that, nothing

A/n: This is what imagined when I was writing this

ALEJANDRO

“Vas a ser mi muerte, amor.” (You're going to be the death of me, love.)

He’s all over you, so if you had any other plans for that evening, you can go ahead and call those off. Alejandro literally spends hours worshiping you from head to toe. He loves the outfit; it makes him go crazy. When he takes the outfit off of you, he makes sure to not rip anything because he definitely wants you to wear it again.

GHOST

"FUCK."

That's all he says before he ponces on you. The outfit drives him wild and if you're also wearing one of his masks; you are a goner. He is going to eat you up. As much as he loves the outfit, he is going to ripping it off of you. Later Ghost will apologize about ripping up the outfit like a heathen by buying you a nice lingerie set.

KONIG

"OH MY GOD."

Konig is shocked. When you said you had something to show him, he was not expecting this. He warms up to it but it takes a hot minute. He shyly asks you to ride him while wearing the outfit. When you give the poor man what he wants, he becomes a red hot blushing mess. 10/10. Recommend riding the man while forcing him to keep eye contact. It's a sight to see.

PRICE

"Sweatheart, you look amazing."

He thinks you look drop dead gorgeous. But at first he is shocked because he didn't expect to return to your guys' barracks to see you in such a scandalous outfit. If you're wearing one of his hats, you got his heart skipping beats. He responds to the outfit very well and makes a couple of lude comments.

RUDY

"Pareces un dios." (You look like a god.)

Rudy is shocked but quickly warms up to it. He will worship you from head to toe, much like Alejandro. He will literally pray at your feet like your a god. He just thinks you're so goddamn hot.

SOAP

“Where’s mine?”

After Soap's question, he will start to get a little handsy all while asking if you're going to fuck him while wearing it or if you're going to let him fuck you while wearing it. Soap doesn’t really care if he’s bottom or top. As long as you're wearing the outfit while everything is going down, he’s a happy man.