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What binds us // 2
John 'Soap' MacTavish / fem!Reader
Summary: Returning home as soon as he is able, Soap can‘t help but hope that his wife will reconsider their divorce.
Content: civilian wife, lots of hurt/angst and some comfort, divorce (?), swearing, coming-home-from-deployment
Word Count: 2.6k
Part: 1/2/3 <- previous chapter next chapter ->
Notes: I finally got around to finishing the second chapter! Had to write this one in my phone notes, so please forgive any mistakes you might find. I felt so bad for him halfway through, but tried to stay strong. 💔 They also own a cat, everybody say hi to Salome - 🐈
True to his word, Price had arranged a flight home within 72 hours of his first message, and Soap didn‘t even bat an eye at the eye-watering extra fees for his checked luggage and business class upgrade.
He‘d been all wired up since his wife had called him. He snapped and shouted at everyone except Lieutenant Ghost (he wasn‘t suicidal enough for that - yet) that came too close, asked stupid questions or even dared to simply breathe too loudly in his proximity. Soap felt himself unravel at the edges, one carefully placed stitch at a time.
Only the extensive therapy he‘d been dragged to over the years gave him enough of an outside perspective on the turmoil inside of himself to realize that all that molten hot anger was not directed at the useless driver, or the informant who didn‘t seem to be able shut the fuck up for a moment.
No. Soap knew that all the irritation and itch to hurt was directed at himself. That he‘d messed up badly this time, that it had been going on for months and he‘d been too focused on other things to see it. Or maybe he‘d just suppressed the sadness in his wife‘s voice, the silences and half-assed answers when he asked her about her day and immediately accepted her fine‘s and the usual‘s.
He had been such a colossal prick looking back, it was kind of astonishing that she‘d held out and waited for him as long as she had. Soap had scrolled back through their conversations, had listened to some of her older voice messages, read his own excuses for cancelling again and again.
And even though she‘d assured him that his training and the missions and his career was more important, he should have been better than that. Should have watched out for her, cared more - not lost himself in the work that ate away at his soul and mind when the cure for all his aches was waiting at home.
Soap rubbed over his eyes angrily as he stared out the plane window, long legs stretched far away from himself. The seat to his left was blissfully empty thanks to his second reservation under her name. The stewardess had given up on offering food, but steadily poured him another glass of Scotch when he pressed the little button on the menu screen.
His eyes felt dry and raw, and Soap wasn‘t ashamed to admit to himself that he‘d been on the verge of tears for three days now. His wife had tried calling him twice more since he‘d hung up, then texted him that he shouldn’t do anything stupid.
Don‘t come home for this, John. I will always be here for you regardless.
He brushed his thumb over the message, and was silently thankful for the forced airplane mode. The drinks in his system made his thoughts run even wilder, insecurities and fears that most army men carried in their hearts rising up in his throat.
Is there someone else? He wanted to type back. Is that why you don‘t want me to fix it?
But Soap knew she‘d never hurt him in such a way, that she truly thought they‘d be better off on their own. He would just have to prove her wrong.
Soap barely registered the landing, the extensive security screenings and double checking of his gun licenses, then military clearance. It was all standard procedure, he was able to answer their questions in his sleep.
The only difference was that his wife wasn‘t there to greet him, wasn‘t standing ready with one of those airport luggage trolleys that always seemed to have at least one jammed wheel. The knowledge didn’t stop him from looking for her, traitorous heart beating fast and then dropping into his stomach at her absence.
Glasgow wasn‘t very busy at this time of night, on a Tuesday no less, and the taxi driver was content to let the meter run when Soap asked him to wait outside the 24 hours supermarket. He picked up the disgusting stuffed olives she loved so much, briefly contemplating flowers before abandoning the thought. They‘d never been that kind of couple, and he didn‘t want to start putting on a mask when what he really needed to do was strip himself.
For the first time since they‘d bought their small house he was glad that she hadn‘t listened to him about completely replacing all the street facing windows with milk glass. Soap was able to see her clearly, sitting at the low sofa table with her legs tucked underneath herself and their fat ginger cat on her lap as she typed away at something.
Her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail, face bare and pale in the glow of the laptop, and he oddly felt like he was intruding on a scene not meant for his eyes.
It took him a couple more moments to unglue his feet from the sidewalk, to push open the rusty door of the little path lined with colored pebbles that ended in their front door. He‘d been meaning to replace it, along with their postbox - when had that been? Two years ago now?
He fiddled with his keys, anxious. What did it say about him that he felt like a stranger standing outside his own home?
Shaking his head and dropping his heavy bags, he rung the doorbell instead.
There was a beat of silence, and Soap could just picture his wife raising her head away from the screen, how Salome had probably squeezed herself under the armchair, hissing. Neither one of the women in his life liked it when unannounced visitors came around.
Then the faint glow from the livingroom became brighter, he could see it through the colorful glass shards of the entrance door - how the dark shape of her moved closer. She hesitated on the other side. He wondered if he could take the blow of her not answering the door, or if his heart would shatter right here on their doorstep with the faint drizzle of rain dampening his curls.
But then she cracked the door open, her big eyes peering up at him for a moment. They stared at each other, and then she exhaled shakily, resting her forehead on the chipped wood.
"You came," his wife whispered, and Soap ducked his head down to her level, shoulder against the frame as he fought hard not to beg her to open the door further and let him in.
"f'course I did," he rasped, shocked at the raw need in his voice. "Said I would, didn’t I?"
She blinked her eyes back open, and it seemed like she was holding back words heavy on her tongue. That was okay, he knew what she was thinking anyway: wouldn‘t have been the first time you said one thing and did another.
"But you were out on a mission."
There was no question, but he nodded anyway.
"I was."
"And then you left early."
"Yes, ma‘am."
She snorted, then pulled open the door more firmly and stepped aside. Soap stumbled inside, immediately assaulted by warmth and the smell of her that permeated their home. It was dizzying and intoxicating and it made him want to curl up in a ball and weep.
"Are you hungry?" She asked, apparently unbothered that it was two in the morning and that he was dripping all over her nice new carpet in the entryway.
"Starving," he breathed, then followed her like a lost puppy as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Soap felt wrong-footed, clumsy and awkward as he wrung his hands and watched her reheat a plate of spaghetti.
His wife hugged herself around the middle, staring at the rotating dish in the microwave.
He wanted to tell her to be careful as she took it out with her bare hands instead of using the cute oven mitts she‘d gotten from her sister, but all he managed was a weak thanks as she put it down next to him on the kitchen island.
They stood there, and she didn‘t meet his eyes anymore as Soap stared down at the crown of her head. They were close and yet there seemed to be a chasm, an ocean impossible to cross right between them. He might as well have been back in Afghanistan.
"Baby," he whispered, clutching the countertop so tightly that his knuckles turned white. She shook her head, then leaned away from him with yet another shaky exhale and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Mo ghràidh," Soap tried again, undeterred. "Can I hug you?"
"I-" she started, voice thick. "I don‘t know if I want that."
"Okay," he agreed, heart stinging. "Will you keep standing with me just like this then?"
She nodded slowly, leaning against the counter next to him and staring at the floor.
When he didn‘t move, too busy drinking her in, she nudged him softly in the side.
"It‘ll go cold."
"I‘m not actually hungry."
"Oh." It was a faint sound, somewhere between exasperated and amused. "I see."
They stood like that for some time, the rain heavier now as it hit the windows in a steady rhythm. Soap almost jumped out of his skin when something warm and furry circled around his legs, purring.
"Fuckin‘ cat is lucky I‘m not carrying," he swore, nudging Salome with his boot in greeting. She purred even louder, rubbing her chin along his shins.
His wife giggled, then scooped the gingery monster into her arms. The one green eye that wasn‘t blind yet sparkled in the half-dark, and their cat meowed loudly at Soap.
"She just missed you," she smiled, kissing the scarred ears for a moment.
And did you? He wanted to ask, but swallowed the words down. It seemed like he‘d reached his limit of things he was able to leave unsaid for the night though, because the next question slipped out before he could stop himself.
"Did you call the lawyer again?"
She stiffened a little, then glanced up at him from behind long eyelashes.
"Yeah," his wife said slowly, thinking hard. "She wasn‘t very happy that I called you. Thinks you‘ll talk me out of it."
Damn right I am.
"What," he scoffed, arms crossed in defense of what might follow next. "She wanted you to just… send the finished papers?"
"Something like that."
Soap ground his teeth hard, trying not to panic again.
"Well, I‘m glad you didn‘t listen."
"I wanted to," she confessed, and now it was him who couldn’t meet her eyes anymore. "I wanted it so badly, John. I‘ve been miserable and alone, and our whole life just seems to suffocate me recently."
"I‘m sorry," he said, and meant it with his whole heart. "I know I fucked up, that I should have been better for you-"
"No," she interrupted him, and reached out a hand, resting it on his bicep. Her small fingers were cold but it made him feel warm regardless. "I didn’t need you to be better, I just wanted you to be there."
His throat closed up, and Soap let his head drop far enough to rest his chin on his chest, trying to keep the tears at bay. Their cat meowed between them, as he rested one hand on hers without glancing up.
"I lost sight of what was most important t’me," he whispered. "‘s not an excuse but… bein’ out there, it just fucks up your perspective. Days bleed into one big messed up pile of monotonous tasks, violence, and death. I‘m not a good man, never pretended to be. You knew that when you married me, and never blamed me for it. And… I love you so fucking much, it hurts to even just think-"
He had to pause, drag one hand over his face roughly.
His wife sighed softly, then rested her cheek on his arm where their hands were joined.
"I know I hurt you, badly. And I know that you said you‘d stay in my life as a friend, but you‘re not. You never have been. You‘re my soulmate, my wife, and I-" Soap swallowed, torn between wanting to get it all out and crawl deeper into himself. "I want us to try again. Price offered three weeks of leave, but if I have to find a doctor that can testify how fucked in the head I am so I can stay longer, I will."
"John!" She gasped, grabbing his chin to force him into facing her again. "You know that a bad psych eval might mean the end of your entire career!"
Thinking about that hurt, but not as much as her phone call had.
"I‘d do it for you," he whispered back. "I‘ll say that-"
"Shut up," she hissed, then dropped Salome on the countertop and shoved the cold spaghetti towards him. "Eat this, and then you‘ll go sleep on the sofa. I don‘t want to hear any of this nonsense."
"But-"
"No."
Chastened, Soap carried his plate into the dim living room and tried very hard not to take a peek at the still open website on his wife‘s laptop. There was a strange sense of relief when he noticed that all their wedding and travel pictures were still up on the walls, and he fiddled with his ring as he slumped heavily on the sofa.
The food was good as always, and he didn’t try to protest when she dragged in two pillows and a blanket, carefully putting it down next to him.
She stood there for a moment, looking down at him with soft, sad eyes. Soap balanced his plate on a cushion nearby, then gently pulled her closer by the hips until she stood between his legs and he was able to bury his face in her stomach.
His wife didn’t move for a few long heartbeats, then stroked through his mohawk and all the way down to the top of his spine. Soap exhaled sharply, and hugged her, unable to speak as she comforted him when it really should have been the reverse.
And much, much later, when the lack of sleep and constant worry finally caught up with him, she didn’t comment on the tear-stained blotches on her shirt, or the way his head hit the pillow way too hard. She draped the feathery soft blanket all around him, and the perfume of her skin and laundry detergent was the most heavenly thing he‘d smelt in months.
Just as he closed his swollen and dry eyes, his wife bent down - Soap held his breath as she kissed his forehead and cheekbone.
"We can talk again in the morning, my love," she whispered, and all he managed to do was squeeze her hand one last time before she packed up her things and left.
Tiny, clawed footsteps - then the sudden heavy weight of their cat on his hip startled him from a restless slumber, and Soap groggily patted the gnarled ears as he instinctively listened out for danger nearby.
"You think we still got a chance, old girl?" He asked, and Salome meowed back.
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I love me a man who EATS like I think I definitely have a food kink cause like the image of going down on Soap while he monches on a burger AGHHSGKDJHSKSBKN Like I need his cock rn (also side note love the term chub or instead calling a cock fat calling it chubby like 😮💨😮💨)
Another Random Cod Thot!!!!
soap x reader.
Cw: swearing... honestly that's it this part is pretty chill. (There's a nsfw bit at the end but you don't have to read it! I've sectioned it off!)
When Soap comes back home from being deployed for god knows how long, it's like he's walked through the gates of heaven. There's literally nothing he loves more than coming home, taking off that god forsaken uniform, and lounging about in some shorts (And nothing else. Because he's a lazy fuck and it's his house. he can choose not to wear underwear or a shirt whenever he fuckin wants!).
And the food...God the foooooooooood. It's probably his favourite part of coming home. No more MREs. No more mess hall food. No more stale bread with a slathering of some indescribable spread. Finally, he can eat like a king.
And he'll eat just about everything and anything you serve him. Takeout? Abso-fucking-lutely. Quick 10 minute packet food? He'll be having seconds and thirds if you let him. A proper home-cooked meal? Just marry him now, for god sakes.
I have this image in my head of him on leave, lazing on the bed in just his underwear with his large hairy chest on display, heaving in deep content sighs as he absolutely devours a pack of donuts you brought home and savouring every second of it. It's his personal bliss.
NSFW BIT BELLOW CUT
Cw: Freeuse (Reader using Soap). BJs. Big hairy horny man.
There's also the added benefit of a limitless supply of BlowJobs on your part. And he's a free use kinda guy when he's on leave. You never have to ask to take his fat cock out of his boxers, sweetheart. He's already half chubbed for you.
It's not like you can resist him anyway. He walks around the house in exclusively his undewear and nothing else. You can see the print of his dick against the fabric as he goes to town on a burger you made for him.bAnd he moans like a whooooooooore when he eats. So no one can blame you when you cozy yourself up into his side and slide his boxers down just enough to get a taste of that bright leaky tip of his.
So he gets excellent food, a warm bed, and a partner who is more than happy to wrap their lips around his dick and go to town whenever they like? He could die right there and be the happiest man alive. This is a better reward than any medal they could give him for his service.
If I had brain worms over a specific TF 141 au in mah lil wrinkly brain, who would y'all like me to draw first? I think it's an original au, I haven't seen anything of it before
Please anyone who sees this reblog it cause I'm rlly rlly curious how this'll turn out, thanks!
THIS PRETTY MOTHERFUCKER
And the SKILL AHHHHH IM EATING THIS SHIT UP PLEASE GO FOLLOW THEM
named him soap but all he does is make a mess...
I don't know if I'm reading too much into this, but I came back to this comic after the final part was released and noticed that the ghost finger puppet thingy is kept separate from the rest of the 141. And for those who have seen part 3... well...
If that was intended foreshadowing, I'm screaming , kicking my feet and gnawing at the bars of my enclosure cause FUCKIN' HELL. But if not don't mind me and my brain worms :)
CW:// IMPLIED MCD + ANGST
CW:// IMPLIED MCD + ANGST
So y’all wanted a part 2? Here u go :)
There will be one more part to this whole thing!!
Edit: part 3 is posted🫡
Damn that shit was close, but the people have spoken another Nikto thought it is
Writing ideas
idk if you’re into writing smutty stories, but if so, may I request a Soap x Reader fic where they use the safe word and ends up being fluffy in the end :3?
So sorry for the inactivity I’ve been away, I absolutely love your idea so much, I’ve gotta learn how to write smut better but once I do your idea will be the first I write!
Requests???
Hello everybody! I am new to writing fics and I want to start, if anyone has any requests don’t hesistate to give them to me. Here are the characters I am writing for at the moment:
COD:
Price
Ghost
Soap
Gaz
Graves
Alejandro
Rudy
Nikto
König
Soo, jurassic park/world ghostsoap au?
Like ghost taking his nephew to jurassic world and soap being an employee there
Or soap taking his nephew there and ghost being the employee
There was more to it, but I forgot bc this came to me at 2 am
Or maybe it could be like like a camp cretaceous au
Like the 141 would go the park(?) And gaz, soap, ghost, and roach would be the kids, and the price and laswell could be the caretakers(???) And also farah and Alex could also be there and blah blah blah idk
Sooo, I know that a streamer ghostsoap au exists
But is there an au where they met through like minecraft or smth(I'm guessing yes but I mean no streaming)
Like just them meeting on a random server and slowly becoming friends and blah blah blah
Also, if they were to make a server together, soap gives me the vibe of a speed runner, so he'll already be in the end while ghost just hot stone tools or smth
Idk what this is, might delete it later
So, does anyone know if a librarian ghostsoap au exists?
Bc this was another random thought that came to my head and it won't go away.
But like, imagine retired librarian ghost wondering who this handsome idiot that comes to the library basically every day and won't leave him alone.
Or retired librarian soap who's wondering who this handsome but weird stranger is that comes I every few days to get a new book.
(Or they don't have to be retired at all like yk they just didn't go to the military or whatever)
Soo what do you people think about cod x transformers au?
Once more, I have no idea what this is. My friend is making me watch transformers w her, and now my brain decided to mic it w cod
And like the 141 could be the autobots or whatever (and I also really like the thought of soap being a human bc he gives me the vibes of a mechanic )
Do w this blog what you wish bc I really have no idea what or how this thing came to me. Also, idk if this has already been created, but it came to me randomly, and I'm too lazy to check if this already exists
Soo, I saw a few priest x demon ghostsoap au and what about priest x god/angel au? Idk if someone already created it, but if they did pls send me a link or smth
And i think that soap and ghost would fit both roles bc:
In some fan fics, soap is absolutely in love w ghost, and he practically worships him already so just make soap into a priest and ghost into an angel/god
And it could be reversed bc in some fics, it's the opposite, and ghost is absolutely in love w soap so just make ghost the priest and soap an amgel/god
Honestly, idk what this is. It's 1:23 am rn and I should be asleep
Most likely, gonna delete this later
Okay but what do yall think ghoap wedding looks like? Like is it a big ass party and there's tons of people there? Or is it more of a only close people wedding like yk only the 141 and Alejandro and Rudy and idk Farah and Alex maybe? Idk. Or the third option is, is it like private thing between the two of them? Like they don't tell anyone that they're getting married, they don't even tell them they're engaged until like something something and one of them calls the other one their husband when the 141 are nearby and they get suspicious and then they find out they're married and blah blah blah you get the idea.
Soo more detective ghost x serial killer soap au
1. How did ghost like create the mafia:
A) He like got it from his father bc his father created the mafia and then he died and then ghost became the boss and he was like: nah I'm gonna turn this into something better, and now the mafia is still there but they're like yk not like selling drugs to people or smth
Or
B) He created it himself bc he decided that he's gonna do some good, and by that, I mean he's gonna start killing the bad people and he covered it as him making a police station or whatever. And then sometime later, the 141 and some other people joined him, and now they're working together.
2. Idk about yall, but I'm all in for the idea for Johnny and Kyle being best friends. Like imagine they met a few years back when they were in high school or smth, and now Kyle is a 'police officer' and Johnny is an artist or whatever. And what if Simon doesn't tell Johnny the stuff from work because he doesn't want to think about work when he's at home, but Kyle tells him every detail of the Soap's guys case and also some other stuff from work which helps soap clean up his kills better.
I'm bored rn so actors cod au or something idk this has most likely been created already bit idc
Price would be the director of the whole thing
Laswell would be a manager
Gaz soap ghost and roach are actors
They would be well known that you heard of them but not enough to call them famous
Okay so what do yall think about a musician ghost x dancer soap?
Like ghost would make all different genres of music, but this handsome guy with a stupidly handsome Mohawk always manages to dance to it
And then people start to ship them
And then they actually meet in person and they are like: this guy is actually cool
And so they become friends and eventually fall in love, and then later they get married and live happily forever or something
Okay, so I was just on Instagram, and I saw a pause to see what trope u are, and I got masquerade, so:
Soap and ghost meeting on a masquerade ball bc something something they both are like mafia bosses or something and blah blah blah they get along and they fall in love
And it's either as simple as that or they can be enemies, but at the time of the masquerade ball, they didn't know so some time later either ghost kidnaps soap or the other way around
And then they are like: wait, I know you
And then they become enemies bc they think they can't be together and then someone threatens(?) Both gangs and so they work together and after everything they decided to work together and so soap and ghost start dating
(Also, idk about the rest, but I think that soap would be in one gang(?) With Gaz and Nik and ghost would be together with Price and Roach and maybe someone else)
So another thing to the serial killer soap x detective ghost
How would they meet?
And I have 2 versions of that:
a)
They both join the military and both retire after the events of mw2
Or
b)
They meet as teenagers in like a gym or something and soap studies art cuz he wants to be an artist amd ghost studies to be a detective
and in this version, ghosts family is alive and his father died from what? Idk 🤷♂️ but he's dead
Okay, so I saw and read a few of detective soap and serial killer ghosts, but I haven't seen a reverse au(I think) like yk
Ghost would be the detective, along with the rest of the 141, and soap would be the serial killer
And soap got his name from the fact thar he kills people and cleans up after. And I mean cleans. He will clean up blood and everything else, and then he would put his victims into a casual position like - if they died in a bedroom, they would be put in a sleeping like position.
And then Simon would cone home after a long day of trying to find this soap guy and there would be dinner on the table and his husband Johnny would be waiting for him by the table to ask about his day.
Okay so about the opera au right?
What if the 141 was a band, but Simon and Johnny (idk about the rest) are veterans, and they retired after the events of mw3(soap is alove) and Simon joined the band and soap is kind of a part of it but not really(he designs their instruments ) and imagine that on one of the shows Simon would sing a love song that he made for Johnny and after the concert was over Johnny would just go backstage and like
Walk in there with tears in his eyes and grab Simon by the collar of his shirt so they would be face to face and
Simon would just start to apologise because he thought he f up, but Johnny just kisses him
So I'm in a theatre rn and what about a cod theatre au?
Or like an opera au
Like yk the 141 would be famous actors/ or some random ahh instrument players
like yk, the story would go from there
And all of the enemies that we meet through the game would be like some organisations/ organisations that would just try to make them fall apart. Why? Idk 🤷♂️
Okay so about the opera au right?
What if the 141 was a band, but Simon and Johnny (idk about the rest) are veterans, and they retired after the events of mw3(soap is alove) and Simon joined the band and soap is kind of a part of it but not really(he designs their instruments ) and imagine that on one of the shows Simon would sing a love song that he made for Johnny and after the concert was over Johnny would just go backstage and like
Walk in there with tears in his eyes and grab Simon by the collar of his shirt so they would be face to face and
Simon would just start to apologise because he thought he f up, but Johnny just kisses him
So I'm in a theatre rn and what about a cod theatre au?
Or like an opera au
Like yk the 141 would be famous actors/ or some random ahh instrument players
like yk, the story would go from there
And all of the enemies that we meet through the game would be like some organisations/ organisations that would just try to make them fall apart. Why? Idk 🤷♂️
So I'm in a theatre rn and what about a cod theatre au?
Or like an opera au
Like yk the 141 would be famous actors/ or some random ahh instrument players
like yk, the story would go from there
And all of the enemies that we meet through the game would be like some organisations/ organisations that would just try to make them fall apart. Why? Idk 🤷♂️
Okay, so what if hyena shifter soap(or anyone else idk) was the only one in the entire world?
Or more like the only shifter that we know of.
And what about making him part hyena and part something else?
Okay, so I saw a lot of fanfics about cod shifter au, and in most of them, soap is a werewolf shifter and while I love that idea
What about:
Crow shifter soap
Fox shifter soap
(You can't tell me he's not fox/crow coded)
Or
Hyena shifter soap
Cus idk about yall, but I never once in my life saw a shifter au where there was a hyena.
And I don't mean a normal hyena shifter. I mean, like, yk when werewolf transform into full shifts or whatever they turn into a big ass wolf?
Yeah, now imagine that, but with a hyena.
Okay, so another thing I thought of was with soap as a fox shifter. What about making him a kitsune? (Yk the Japanese (?) Foxes with (I think) 9 or so tails
Okay, so I saw a lot of fanfics about cod shifter au, and in most of them, soap is a werewolf shifter and while I love that idea
What about:
Crow shifter soap
Fox shifter soap
(You can't tell me he's not fox/crow coded)
Or
Hyena shifter soap
Cus idk about yall, but I never once in my life saw a shifter au where there was a hyena.
And I don't mean a normal hyena shifter. I mean, like, yk when werewolf transform into full shifts or whatever they turn into a big ass wolf?
Yeah, now imagine that, but with a hyena.
how do we feel about bunnyhybrid!reader and OC (ted)?
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just imagine sniffing around and finding your way onto random farm. some random ahh guy outside herding some sheep w his farm dogs.. scary but hey.. he's a bit hot in his overalls ngl. he's human tho sooo.. u dont really know how this is gonna go.. but guess what!? you hop over anyway! you made your way over, crunching on some leaves as you tried to sneak up on him, stopping at his feet and observing him from there as he fills up some type of.. bowls? with.. water? for.. whom? they were some big ass bowls so maybe for the dogs? or horses? you take a few steps back and watch him from a corner as he starts moving again.
you continue to watch until you spot the most beautiful strawberry bushes ever, taking your focus off of him for a moment to look at them, wondering how you're gonna get over there and what you're gonna do with the heaps of strawberries. now, with the greed that was building up, thinking about taking all the strawberries for yourself for harvest, you feel a presence, a watcher if you will. and as you get that feeling you're suddenly picked up by.. the farmer!?
"was macht so ein ding wie du hier.." he mutters, examining you. you just let it happen and take this chance to also examine him up close. he's got a little beard coming in. or did he just shave? there stubble so maybe the latter. his skins fair. he doesn't seem harmful at least. as you examine yet again, he's doing the same. looking over your brown coat (which was now your skin) plus your ears and puffy scut (tail) that was sticking out from your rear.
and you just.. sit there as he cradles you in his arms taking you into his home. he places you on a couch and crouches in front of you. "deutsch sprechen?" he says. it sounds foreign but you can understand a bit. you tilt your head, continuing your observation from earlier. "english?" he questions. you understand that clearly, taking some time before responding. "yes.." you practically whisper. "okay." he takes note. "um.. what are.. you doing here?" he asks, taking his time to choose his choice of words. you shrug and blink a bit. "fruit.. bush.. berry." you mutter, words not really making sense since you rarely ever take on your human form.
"beerenstrauch?" he questions himself, trying to figure out what you were talking about. "fruit? um.." he tries to gather words but you beat him to it, clearing things up. "strawberry." you mutter once more. "oh. the strawberry bush. "
🐾; lmk if u want more pls
translation;
germ; "was macht so ein ding wie du hier.."
eng; "what's a thing like you doing here.."
germ; "deutsch sprechen?"
eng; "speak german?"
germ; "beerenstrauch?"
eng; "berry bush?"
oc (our favourite mixed farmer) x black reader !!!! i know you guys missed me (💔) so I'm back!! a fic will be released sooner or later next week so be tuned! here are some p!links to hold you guys over till it's released!
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' teddy just can't get enough !
' sometimes you gotta take it slow..
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' such a tease..
' skinship is a big thing for ted.!!
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' couldn't even rest after getting your braids done !
' letting teddy take control for once .
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' can't ever get enough .
' gotta be extra careful with something as fragile as you ~
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' teddy's always gonna get a kiss in .
' always gonna be on top !
' he'll always love you but.. sometimes he can't resist ..
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suddenly had the urge to to write a little smthhhh while listening to my 2016 music 😭.
masterlist
our fluffydutch/german!farmer taking his precious earthyblack!reader along to the farmers market with him! and reader getting in a bittttt of trouble 🫢 (nsfw next part 🤭)
come on!!
Oh my ... there goes Mr teddy bear.. having to search for you again as you've wandered off to search for the animal section here. at this point teddy is really considering getting us one of those little backpacks with the leash on it (😭).
oh poor man can't even catch a break as he shopped. oh, but as he stress bought, you popped right back up next to him with something.. exotic?!
"bubba look! i bought us a ferret!" you giggled happily, showing off the long furry animal
as you thought your husband would be happy with what you had spent your money on, he couldn't even crack you a smile. sighing as he rubbed his forehead he tried to have remorse for what he now considered his bit-bimboed wife.
"Hun.." he sighed "we don't .. need anymore animals.. " he continued, sighing as he let you down
"but.. bitte?" you politely begged, tugging at he sleeve.
he knew you absolutely didn't need any more animals on your already packed farm but oh.. your eyes.. your small begs.. how could your man just say no to you!?
"you really stress me, schatz" he sighs once more, his words being your indication for a yes.
you giggle happily and peck his cheek, hugging his side as he continued shopping. pointing out a few things he missed on the list.
"i don't need your fuckin' help, puppe" he chuckles, placing the missing items in his basket. you giggle once more, placing another warm kiss on his face.
ah .. there you go again.. not too far this time though! you saw a snack stand not too far away and slipped right from his side.
"hm.." you examined the vast variety of self serve snacks and candies in front of you.
"hi sweetheart! well aren't you a cute one? here, this one is on me, get what ever you'd like, doll!" a tall man approaches from behind the stand, handing you a medium sized plastic bag. you smile sweetly at his kind compliments then brightly at his kind gesture of paying for whatever you grabbed.
as you began scooping and using the little tonsil to pick your candies the (guessing) owner began small talk. and oh, you just wanting to be oh so friendly, you complied and replied.
"so.. see some stuff you like?" he chuckles, sucking on a toothpick he had sticking out of his mouth
"mhm!" you giggle, adding more things
"gon' on and fill it up sweetheart" he encouraged, waving his hand out to let you know it was okay
you nod, looking around at the other options, picking up a few pieces of cotton candy and some gummy eggs.
"do you have any popcorn or chips? I thought I saw some when i came over here" you give a warm smile, as you picked and put some sour belts into your bag.
"oh yeah, yeah hold on.." he turns around and bends over a bit to pull out a popcorn machine. "I'll make some popcorn for you doll.. only for one thing.." he said, plugging in the machine.
"hm? I'll do it!" you giggled, stopping to look up.
"I just want oneeee.. little kiss right here" he pat the middle of his cheek with the bed of his index finger.
"oh umm.. hold on, I'll go see if my husband will let me!" i place the bag down on his stand, turning around quickly to go grab Teddy.
"wait, you have a husband?" he asks rather quickly
"yes! just please, stay right there!" you happily walk over to teddy
"bubba! can I give that man over there a kiss for some popcorn" you point to the man. "he said he'd give me free candy too!" you giggle happily, looking up at him as you hugged him
"a.. kiss.. for popcorn and.. candy" teddy sighed "the woman you are princess.." he huffs, paying for the groceries before walking you two over to the man's pop up shop.
Dictionary;
bitte(german): please
schatz(german): darling
puppe(german): doll
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hiiii!! i would rlly RLLY love it if you guys would recommend and request stuff, I've had writers block for a bit after I posted the first fic so I'm kinda bummed out and idk what this is 😭😭😭. yes there will be a next part after this and smut is included so mdni and yep... please send in requests ..🧸
