Call of Duty Scenarios

Afterecare HC

Pairing: Task Force 141 & König x GN!Reader

CW: Suggestive content (not full smut but mentions of sex), reader is sore, no specific pronouns used, no specific mentions of genitalia, swearing in a few hc, mainly just fluff and comfort, aftercare.

A/N: this started as something else but turned into this and I really like it! Let me know what you think!

 Ghost was concerned as he heard a small 'ow' leave your lips when he pulled you closer to him. Immediately he's asking you what's wrong, his arms tense around your waist as he thinks maybe he's the reason for your pain. And he is- but not quite how he expected. "I don't think I can use my legs anymore, Simon, I think you fucked me till my legs broke." You groan as you flip onto your other side so you can face him and watch his face turn red. He'd roll his eyes as he tried to hide his face in the pillow, wanting to avoid your teasing gaze. "You're stupid." is all he says as you reach your hands out to cup his face, laughing at how shy he was being. He'd be a bit mad at himself for hurting you- for not being able to control himself more, but you squash any of his doubts when you kiss his nose and tell him that you love him. He loves you too, which is why he pulled you back into bed when you tried to get up and told you not to move as he went to make you some tea and grab a heated pad for you.

Soap instantly feels bad as you tell him you're too sore to move from the bed. He'll kiss your cheek and tell you he's sorry; promising he'll go easier on you next time. Depending on how you feel, you'd either agree and thank him or tell him that you don't mind his roughness. Either way, he'd still remember to hold himself back a bit the next time you have sex. He'd make sure you wouldn't move from the bed all day. He'd bring you breakfast in bed, even going as far as trying to feed you, "My arms work just fine, Johnny." "I know, bonnie, just let me take care of you." He'd flash you his puppy dog eyes and you'd melt, letting him do whatever he wanted. He'd stay in bed with you for the rest of the day, scolding you when you tried to get out of bed, and holding you close to him.

Gaz feels bad- he really does- but he smiles cheekily as you tell him you can't move. He'd start to tease you a bit, saying "You were begging for me to go harder, love. I can't say no to you." You groan and throw your pillow at him, but he catches it easily, "fuck you, Kyle," but you're smiling as you wrap the blankets over your head. He laughs and slides back into bed beside you, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest. Finally, he apologizes and follows it up with soft kisses on your shoulder that have you forgiving him quickly. He'll help you to stretch out your muscles, any excuse to touch you really, and offer to make breakfast for the both of you. "Wow, so if I let you fuck me every night, you'll make me breakfast?" Gaz laughs. "You better slow down there, baby. You might regret it."

Price realizes something was wrong with you when you first tried to move out of bed. A groan falls from your lips as you try to sit up on your shared bed, Price immediately furrowing his brows and sits up on his elbow. "Everything alright, love?" You lay back down on the bed and hold your stomach as you laugh a bit. "My whole body is sore." It takes him a second to put the pieces together, but as soon as he does he's moving closer toward you and wrapping his arm around you. He apologizes and kisses your cheek, once, twice, then three times; each followed by a mumble of 'sorry'. He'd lay his head on the pillow next to you and look at your face as he offers to run a hot bath for you. Maybe he'd join you in there as well. You give him a pointed look, asking him if he wanted to hurt you more, and he'd only smile as he laid a kiss on your shoulder. "You're evil, John."

König's face turned pale as you mentioned over breakfast how sore you were down below. He began to apologize profusely; telling you he didn't mean to hurt you so much and everything under the sun. You have to stop him by holding his head in your hands and forcing him to look at you, telling him to calm down. He does so, after a few seconds, and you give him a smile and tell him it's not his fault. Explaining to him that he is just bigger than average was the reason why you were so sore. "Bigger than average?" "Yeah, König, you're hung like a horse." He's embarrassed, but also prideful at hearing your words. Nevertheless, he feels bad and is asking you if you need anything when you so much as move a muscle on the couch or if he can do anything to make you feel better when he notices your discomfort. He'll be extra touch and clingy with you, holding you close to his chest or bringing your legs onto his lap to give you a massage.