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grumpymirelurkqueen · 2 days

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König with heart break but repair with your putty :

Pt2 | Pt3

Fem reader, angst, we can understand an age difference (26 - 37), European reader, free form reader, I tried, he may be corrected later, have a good read.

‘If you come back alive from this mission, I promise to start a family with you. My love.’ His wife whispered close to the shell of his ear.

It was the last sentence he heard from his wife that day.

Beautiful in a flowing summer dress on the threshold of their shared home. A simple image that made his heart swell like a balloon. The only thing missing was a child in his wife's arms. He left the warm and welcoming house with that something in mind.

Finally starting a family, she his wife who had always refused to have children. Rejecting with a wave of her hand ‘I'm a businesswoman not a housewife’ ‘I like my power as a strong woman too much for a child’. He was too much of a feminist to think there was anything else. So he gave her time. And she said this to him before leaving on a suicide mission. A surge of energy and determination swept through him.

But this feeling faded like smoke in the wind when he returned home, success in hand. Nothing. Nothing left. The house was empty, no furniture, no decor. No trace of his life with this woman.

At first he thought he'd come to the wrong house, but he was home. He couldn't believe his eyes, his heart was aching in his chest. It couldn't be true, she had promised him. How can you promise such a beautiful thing and then never fulfil it? A solitary tear stuck in the corner of his eye. He tried to step onto the steps of the doorway, a sadness without equal when he realised that she was leaving him. Without saying a word. Deep down he hoped she'd find a better man than him, one who could fulfil the desires he'd never been able to.

Too many memories in this house, memories falsely acquired. So he moved to a block of flats, not far from the barracks and far from the neighbourhood where he has friends. Ashamed, he couldn't look his neighbours in the eye when he handed over the key.

As if she never existed, König becomes the old König again. Prone to anxiety attacks, his fears gnawing at him and his new confidence problem. She had managed to cure him, or at least that's what he thought of her.

He's been living in a modest flat for six months now. Working morning, noon and night. No limits. Just him wanting to forget his ex-wife. Every time he came back from a short mission and lay in his cold bed. His thoughts went to his happy wife. Happy but not with him. He couldn't take it any more, so in the second month he decided to work until the last breath he could give. To keep his thoughts away from her.

It was the middle of November, when temperatures plummeted in Berlin. A young neighbour arrived on his floor. The first time they met, he paid her no mind. She was in the lift with a removal box in her arms and two others at her feet. The cold had turned her ears and nose red, which Köning noted innocently. She was wearing a complete arsenal to combat the cold, and he had deduced that she must be from one of the neighbouring countries. Over the years, König had become accustomed to this coolness, but he couldn't ignore the fact that even in his military uniform and bonnet, there was a constant chill in this faded old building.

Curious about her new neighbour, she hadn't noticed that her eyes had been on him a little too long. Feeling her eyes on him, König turned his head from the ground to see her smile shyly at him before burying her head in her scarf. She was intimidated by his icy blue eyes. He had paid no attention to his own cold, hard demeanour. Something he had never done before. He who had always been gentle and shy had become everything he hated.

Once the lift door opened, announcing their floors, König ran away from the poor young woman. Through this encounter, the woman understood certain things about her new neighbour. Things they both share, in different ways.

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cyxnidx · 7 months

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LITTLE ONES !

character: dad!simon 'ghost' riley

genre: fluff + headcanons

a/n: the idea of simon being a father raids my mind

dad!simon, who'd kiss his little ones on the foreheads every night, watching them closely before leaving to sleep with you.

"simon," you call your husbands name. "they're sleep, i promise." simons been sitting at the side of your childs cot for the past 35 minutes, watching as they sleep peacefully. "yeah, but they could-" you stopped him. "oh, shut up and come on."

dad!simon, who hugs his little girl tight when she cries from a fall.

"it hurts!" she'd whine, tears pouring from her eyes as simon lifts her from the rough concrete. a sharp pain hit his heart hearing her cry from what seemed such a little scar, that was so big for her. "i know, darling. it's okay."

dad!simon, who'd recklessly throw his little boy in the air, heart skipping a beat when he hears his squeals of joy and excitement.

dad!simon, who takes his kids with him to the base one day and introduces everyone to them.

"everyone.." he states reluctantly, noticing the amount of attention he gained simply by saying a word. he felt his little ones hands grip onto his pant legs, shaking. "..meet my little one."

dad!simon, who laughs at the idea of his little girl turning into a sassy-rebellious teenager one day.

dad!simon, who smiles proudly at his teenage girls bossiness.

you sigh, sitting on the couch as you and simon hear your little girl in the kitchen, speaking with her boyfriend. it started with a small disagreement, but then he says something she doesn't enjoy. when he hears his little girl correct him in a bossy tone, voice getting slightly louder and British accent getting even more threatening, he grins when all he hears on the other end is a "yes ma'am." and silence.

dad!simon, who'd answer his girls every beck and call.

"dad!" she'd call from her room, rough British accent booming through the house. just like her fathers. her eyes resemble a puppy's when she sees his face poke around the corner. "can you get me a drink? please."

dad!simon, who has to restrain himself from taking his child from school.

dad!simon, who almost sheds a tear when he hears his little girl talk to him with a British accent similar to his.

"daddy! why would you do that." she whines, eyeing her father. simon looks down in surprise - not because of the fact that he knocked her blocks down, nor the fact that she'd curse him out had she known any curse words, but the fact that she's eyeing him with his eyes, with his harsh, British accent, she learned from him.

dad!simon, who almost looses it hearing his little boy call for him after school.

"daddy!" the boy called, running off the bus in the rain and into his fathers arms, under the umbrella. "i missed you!" simon never felt such a fuzzy feeling in his life.

dad!simon, who gets his kids name followed by whatever they want tatted on his neck.

dad!simon, who's always anxiously looking behind him in public while shopping in fear of someone taking his kid.

"you still there?" he asks gruffly, looking back anxiously when he doesn't get a response, only to see the small child too focused on his phone to respond. chuckling, simon continues walking.

dad!simon, who constantly reminds his child he loves them dearly.

"i love you." simon mumbles quickly, reminding his little boy for the hundredth time, holding his small body close as he watches his dads phone. "i love you too, daddy." the small boy responds, clearly fed up with his fathers admiration.

dad!simon, who doesn't mind threatening his little girls first boyfriend.

dad!simon, who got his babies hands tatted on his chest.

dad!simon, who still cries at the mere thought of his kid even existing.

you roll your eyes gently as your husband hides his face in your chest, tears staining your shirt. "simon.." "they're so sweet.." he'd mumble, voice slightly hoarse. you sigh, patting his back. "and i thought i was the one in post-partum depression."

simon looked down, viewing his little girl playing with toy soldiers she saw in the store earlier that day. she begged him to buy them for her, and here she was, making small explosion and shooting sounds with her mouth, throwing them around. and before he knew it - tears were flowing down his face.

simon sat quietly, watching his son fiddle with a puzzle toy he'd proclaimed to be his favorite earlier that week. concentration painted the small boys face. and yet, here simon was. crying.

dad!simon, who reminds his boy/girl that not everyone is the same after their first breakup.

dad!simon, who often reflects on his past and what he missed out of his family, wanting to give his kids so much more.

"m' gonna give you everything i've ever wanted.." simon says under his breath, holding his newborn son.

dad!simon, who adorns every one of his kids features and ensures he shows them every day.

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wishfuldivine · 3 months

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This screams Gaz and you cannot fucking tell me otherwise! The way some of the COD fandom do this is plain disgusting.

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artistcalledbella · 4 months

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More nolan stuff

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callsignserpent · 10 days

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🖤 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕤? 🖤

💀 KÖNIG X READER ONESHOT 💀

You've somehow managed to wrap KorTac's most intimidating sniper around your little fingers, the man willing to go to any lengths for you. And now all you want is five more minutes in bed with him in the morning...

• fluff; implied light NSFW at the end

"Please, Kö?"

The words rolled off your tongue in a sleepy little plea as you stared up at him with big doe eyes, trying to coerce him into staying.

An answering laugh sounded from the tall man as he rolled over in bed, the noise trailing off into a groan.

"Mein liebling, I have to go, m'gonna be late..." he mumbled, though even from here you could see the poorly concealed grin turning up one corner of his mouth.

You rolled over onto your stomach, the edges of the bedsheets slipping down to reveal a slim peek of your backside, as you propped yourself up on your forearms, a lazy little grin of your own on your face.

König was known as one of KorTac's most intimidating assets, a sniper with deadly precision, very rarely missing anything he had aimed in his sights. Most everyone who had ended up on the wrong end of his rifle hadn't lived to tell the tale, but even those who had gotten close enough to him and had lived were rather fearful of the man.

And yet here he was, lying in bed with you, at his most vulnerable, the softer side of him a rare sight only you got to see. You'd had him wrapped around your finger from the very first day you two had met. The way you'd stood up to him despite his towering height, how unabashedly bold you were with him... it had unintentionally caught him off guard.

From that moment on, it didn't take very long for the intimidating man to find you more than a little endearing, keeping you closer to him than he'd let anyone get before.

"Mein liebe, bitte?" you tried again, this time in fluent German, hoping it would be enough to get him to stay. You watched as he slowly turned his head to look at you, eyes widening in momentary surprise before he sighed, a wry smile flitting onto his face.

"Cute, maus, but you know I cannot stay..." he murmured, his accent thick as he scooted a little closer to you, loosely draping one inked, muscular arm over your back, keeping you pinned to the bed.

You fixed him with your best pout then, eyes wide with a silent plea. This earned you another soft groan before König was chuckling, pulling you on top of him as he rolled over onto his back. "Come here, liebling," he said with a grin, seating you atop him.

Your heart skipped once, twice, in your ribcage as you leaned forward, resting your small hands on his bare chest, your face inches from his. "So does this mean I win?" you whispered, trying not to laugh.

One corner of his mouth twitched up into a poorly concealed smirk in response, his blue eyes fixing on yours. "No, Y/N, it does not," he answered, though your current position heavily suggested otherwise.

You very subtly shifted against him, earning a low rumble of warning from him as he raised a brow at you. "Mein schatz, what do you think you're doing?"

"Mm, keeping KorTac's finest sniper right where he belongs? In bed with me, five more minutes?" you answered, teasing him. A moment or two passed, before he finally conceded, wrapping both arms around you to hold you close to him.

"Alright, very well, but only five..." he breathed, leaning forward to kiss the top of your head. You grinned, relaxing into his touch, one of your thighs hitching up to rest against his. A low groan escaped unfiltered from his throat, and at that moment, you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

Needless to say, those five minutes would very quickly turn into ten, then twenty, the whole morning eventually slipping away...

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alliddeart · 4 months

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yanderestarangel · 9 months

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⸺ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐖2 - 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 | "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌?"

A/N: Just one of the posts from my old blog, which I will repost here.

TW: obsessive behavior, degradation, abusive relationship, angst, smut, nsfw writing, sex without a condom, age gap, drunk sex, violent sex, afab reader, no pronouns used other than "you".

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨:

Fights with this man are hell. He would break down your entire house and you would actually get slapped in the face, he doesn't regret it one bit, most of the fights are for reasons that he simply gets out of his sick and obsessed head. You always expect these fights after leaving a restaurant the two of you went to for dinner, the man's face changed when he saw you being complimented by a random man, saying how beautiful you looked and how well you could model for his magazine, giving you a card. Dinner was ruined by this simple fact, your husband sat at the table practically ignoring everything, either you were talking while he was eating in silence, looking down or to the side, or he was just responding with irony to your statements, making you feel extremely bad, he knew that you would cry at any moment about his treatment right then and there, but you wouldn’t stop, he was so angry about everything.

The two of you would get home and the fight would soon start, with Alejandro talking about how much he fought to keep you and everything, saying that he was exhausted from having to put up with your "slutty way of operating" while he tried to be a good husband. He would see you silently crying but he wouldn't care and would tell you to stop victimizing yourself while holding your neck, forcing you to look at him, then tearing your favorite and expensive dress, putting his hands on your naked body in front of him. Sex with him would be you crying with sadness and pleasure, your mind was upset with all of Vargas' words, but you couldn't think as he fucked your pussy with all his might, telling you that you belonged to him and only him, while giving a slapped your ass and watched your tears come down, completely messing you up.

𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩, 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 :

Soap always tried to control himself, he hated fighting with you but this poor boy didn't know how to control his insecurities and unhealthy thoughts about you. For Mactavish, any sign that you seemed distant was already a reason to question and soon after (regardless of his response) it would generate an ugly fight between you. Sometimes it would be silly things like wearing shorter clothes to go out that would make him extremely nervous, people looking at your curves as you walked by, but even then he would just keep it to himself and speak delicately (but with a slight aggressive air) to you don't wear them on the street, well, you ignored them until the horrible day you decided to put on a shorter dress and take a lunch box to your husband at work, he'll freak out seeing you there and will simply take you home, well, first, he will start crying saying that he was betrayed by you and how much you want attention from men other than him, the two of you will fight for more than an hour, with.

Soap leaving the house and going to breathe a little, staying a few meters away, you in the back area of your house together, you would recover but he wouldn't, he would only enter the house again when you left or went up to the room while pouring as much drink down your throat.

Soon you would arrive seeing Soap crying, you would comfort him by saying sweet words first, but soon you would see your husband dominate you and rip off your dress, tearing it and saying that you were a whore, but a whore that only he could touch, while turning you with your back to the sofa and clumsily thrust it into your pussy while drunk saying the most obscene things about you, he would force him to cum inside you even if you don't want to as "proof" of his love for you, well and after that he would throw all the clothes that he considers short and too revealing outside, with the bonus of: putting a tracker on your cell phone.

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲:

Will you really want to date this man? Like, seriously, honey, he's going to make your life a complete living hell ever since you agreed to have some kind of relationship with him. Ghost will start off light, telling you about how your college roommate smiles at you too much or how you're "leaving" him to hang out with your friends and how he wants attention because he loves you.

But it will get drastically worse as soon as Simon sees something that displeases him and makes you feel bad, he will manipulate you with a conversation where he pretends to be the victim and you the villain, like the time he picked you up from college and saw you and your colleague laughing and talking happily, the icing on the cake was ghost seeing you and this friend kissing each other on the cheek and saying goodbye, in his head that was equivalent to betrayal.

He waited for you to get in the car and ignore you the entire trip home, considering you live with him, he's just going to start shouting how much he does for you two and how ungrateful you are for being so offered.

It's true, Ghost paid everything for you and for you, even the college of your dreams, you he didn't care about anything but that was on purpose he wanted to have 100% control of your life, financially or otherwise, he would make sure that if you left him one day you couldn't maintain your basic standard of living because he would cut any and every type of chance in any type of area you wanted, but you couldn't even imagine that.

Simon raised his voice louder and louder, even throwing his cell phone at the wall and watching the device break into a thousand pieces, you just remained silent as you heard each insult, the last time you tried to defend yourself Ghost made you walk around naked for a whole day in addition to applying physical punishment, leaving you either in the unbearable cold without clothes or in extreme heat, and it always worked.

Or the worst sexual punishment.

Ghost just looked at you and left the house for a while with the car and you took the opportunity to cry and try to get some sleep, wondering where your relationship had come to.

When you woke up, you felt a strange sensation inside you, opening your eyes and seeing your boyfriend completely naked with just the skull balaclava that he always refused to take off during sex, the man's dick entered violently hitting your uterus, reaching each repeated movement is painful.

Ghost covered your mouth with one hand as he said that he had brutally beaten his "dear friend", you felt tears in your eyes as you heard every detail and then heard that it was all your fault.

Ghost sped up his thrusts more and more, now whispering how your pussy belonged to him and no one else and that he would kill anyone who tried to get close to you, soon letting out a rough moan and ending up inside you.

As if it were nothing the man threw a box with a new cell phone at you and left, you knew he was a monster, but no one can escape a ghost, he will chase you to the deepest reaches of hell. And that's what Ghost was, whether you like it or not.

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watermarkglossary · 1 month

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PURPOSE The Watermark Glossary is as its name implies: a glossary of Call of Duty artist's watermarks. With the rise of artwork being taken and reposted, this blog will serve as a way for someone to inform the artist. This blog won't prevent artwork from being taken, but it will be able to notify the effected artist that its happened.

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krvrawr · 2 months

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Bunny In His Heat !

König x Bunny/Rabbit Hybrid! Trans Male Reader

INTRO — PT1

german from translator 🙏

Now you were in middle of training when you felt something tingling in your tummy, you didn't mind, thinking its a minor hunger. Which it wasn't, tingling went worse as you felt your boycunt feel weird too, you didn't want it to seem like anything is wrong so you hoped rubbing your thighs together would help a bit which it did a bit. König noticed your behaviour almost immediately as he knew your behaviour for being your handler for a long time but he didn't want to stop you in middle of training, not wanting everyone to think something is wrong. "Are you alright, Hase?" Konig asked you, when others left. "I'm fine." You spoke not wanting to worry him. The colonel raised an eyebrow at your response. "You don't seem fine, Hase," he said, his tone concerned. "Your body language suggests otherwise."

“Uhh I promise Im fine.” You lied to him, Konig studied your body language further. He could tell something was off but couldn't quite put his finger on it. His curiosity piqued, he decided to push a bit to see if he could uncover the truth. "If you're indeed fine, why the sweat, then?" You thought before answering him, “From training?” You spoke unsurely. "It's not just from training, Hase," Konig said with a knowing smirk. "There's something else going on with you today." He took a step closer, his sleek, muscular form glistening with a light sheen of sweat himself. “Its just from training on a hot day.” You lied to him further. "Don't play dumb with me, Hase," Konig growled softly, his blue eyes locking onto yours. He reached out a hand and gently touched your forehead, checking for a fever. You looked up at him as your bunny ears twitched at his touch on your forehead. “'M fine King.” Konig pulled his hand back slowly, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're lying to me," he said flatly. "And that worries me." He took another step closer, towering over you now. "What's going on?" Your heart raced as he caught you in your lie. "Nothing." You said, "Don't give me that," Konig said sharply. His voice was a low rumble that vibrated through your body, making your heart race and your rabbit ears flutter. "You smell different, you're sweating more than usual, and you're not acting like yourself." Your bunny ears perked up at that, "How I'm not acting like myself?" You asked him as you crossed your arms. "You know damn well how," Konig snapped back at you, his eyes flashing with irritation. "You're usually so focused on pleasing me during training sessions. But today... something's off." You said looking up at him “Its just a hot day. Its just heating striking me from not being adjusted to hot weather.” You tried to reason with him as it was winter and now its spring and days are becoming hotter. "Maybe," Konig allowed, but there was clear doubt in his voice. He took another step closer, their bodies almost touching now. "But I think there's more to it than that." His hand reached out again, this time gently cupping your cheek. You closed your eyes as you leaned into his touch. Konig's thumb stroked your cheek softly, feeling the heat radiating from your skin. "You don't have to hide anything from me," he whispered, his voice filled with concern. "I care about you, Hase." You nodded a bit. "Good," Konig said, his grip on your cheek tightening slightly. "Because if you're not being honest with me, I will find out the truth." His other hand slid down your back, pressing against the soft skin of your spine. "And when I do..." You opened your eyes to look up at him. "You know what happens then," Konig purred. His lips were just inches from yours as he leaned in closer, their bodies almost flush against each other. "Tell me what's really going on." You felt your body heat up as he flushed your bodies against each other, your cheek became more flustered as you felt heat coming to you.

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sinkovia · 5 months

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About me - Self inflicted angst

──➢Simon Riley Imagines Masterlist

──➢ Asks

Requests are open!

──➢Series Masterlists

𓆩♡𓆪 Coffee shop Masterlist (Simon)

𓆩♡𓆪 Yes, Lieutenant Masterlist (Simon)

𓆩♡𓆪 Black market Masterlist (Simon)

𓆩♡𓆪 ONESHOTS MASTERLIST 𓆩♡𓆪

──➢Angst

➛ Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

⋆ The idea of losing you

⋆ Attachment

⋆ Riley

⋆ Consequences - Alternative ending

⋆ Polaroids

⋆ It should have been me

⋆ Promises

⋆ Valuable Intel

⋆ The coliseum

⋆ Futile Effort

➛ John Price x Fem!Reader

⋆ He's cheating, isn't he?

⋆ One more mission - One more mission II

⋆ Work calls

➛ John MacTavish x Fem!Reader

⋆ Reflections

➛ Kyle Garrick x Fem!Reader

⋆ Silence

──➢Smut

➛ Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

⋆ Oblivion

➛ Kyle Garrick x Fem!Reader

⋆ A simple touch

➛ John MacTavish x Fem!Reader

⋆ Lingering Gaze

➛ Konig x Fem!Reader

⋆ Thin walls

──➢Fluff

➛ John Mactavish x Fem!Reader

⋆ A wake up call

➛ John Price x Fem!Reader

⋆ Two cats

➛ Gaz Garrick x Fem!Reader

⋆ Laundry room

──➢Fluff w/ Slight Angst

➛ Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

⋆ Regretful bets

⋆ Selfish asshole

➛ John Price x Fem!Reader

⋆ Civilian casualties

➛ Kyle Garrick x Fem!Reader

⋆ A cruel joke

──➢GN!Reader

⋆ Riley (Simon Riley-Angst)

⋆ It should have been me (Simon Riley-Angst)

⋆ Promises (Simon Riley-Angst)

⋆ Valuable Intel (Simon Riley-Angst)

⋆ Fleeting Memories (Simon Riley-Angst)

⋆ Reflections (John MacTavish-Angst)

⋆ Two cats (John Price-Fluff)

⋆ Civilian casualties (John Price-Angst/Fluff)

⋆ Laundry room (Kyle Garrick-Fluff)

⋆ A cruel joke (Kyle Garrick-Angst/Fluff)

──➢Simon Riley X Fem!Reader X John MacTavish

This is not a character x character. Pairings are only with the reader.

⋆ A loyal friend

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mandofury · 1 year

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#call of duty incorrect quotes #call of duty modern warfare ii #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #cod #cod mw #cod mw22 #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #johnny #soap #simon 'ghost' riley #ghost #soapghost #ghostsoap #incorrect ghostsoap quotes #call of duty fandom #call of duty #has this been done? probably

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eatmyassssssssz · 1 year

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omg i havent req in ADGES!!

toxicpervy!konig and hes like a monster w a small innocent wife 😋😋

you hum happily, sitting on your big husbands lap. youre facing him, legs wrapped around his hips/back. "d'yknow what?" he says. you peer up at him with your pretty little eyes, batting your eyelashes at him - showing youre listening.

"youre like a butterfly knife..cute and useful but only really for fun." he says.

"aww! könny..thats adorable." you knew how much he treasured his knifes so to know he saw you like one...it made your heart warm.

being referred to as a knife and 'useful, but only really for fun' would make most people's heart cold as ice, but to you..it only warms your heart, makes you smile, makes you giggle.

"aww..my könny <3"

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cyxnidx · 6 months

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EXPRESSIONS !

characters: soap, horangi, keegan

content: semi-fluffy x smutty, a little bit of passive aggression in keegans and maybe horangi?

a/n: love the idea of a stoic reader with expressive partners omfg. this took wayy longer than it probably should've.

JOHN 'SOAP' MCTAVISH

strangely enough, he adores the fact that you're quite stoic in the face.

he actually prefers it.

when talking to you casually and he says something that catches you so off guard you make a visible expression? he gets so giddy.

you blink, haulting in action as you stare at the man in front of you, a stupid grin across his face. which, in contrast to your visually concerned expression, is odd to see. though, in his eyes, this is like getting a little kid that was too shy to even look at him moments ago to become a giggling mess - he feels accomplished.

he makes it a personal goal to get you to laugh at least once, every day.

especially since it seems like he's the only man alive to actually get a laugh out of you.

you look around, quiet and confused on why everyone was laughing at a joke one of the soldiers had said moments ago. though, when you look at soap, he makes a face. a face you recognize, and a face you find quite childish - almost like something an adult would make to a child. but, in contrast to the classic joke that was slid earlier, you begin to giggle at the funny face. "jeez, mctavish. tell me, what's ya' trick for gettin' the lil lady to laugh?" a voice asks.

soap can't help but laugh, nearly boasting about how you receive his odd actions as entertainment.

though, he still has no real idea of why exactly you let em do it.

now sexually? oh boy.

as stoic as you are, you're just as, if not more quiet. so when he gets the chance? he pushes every button possible.

sometimes it's like a primal need - to hear you is a gift. a moan, a small curse, whimper, uneven breathing. anything.

soap thrusts with precision, hands on your waist as he watches your expression closely. he knows your enjoying it, he can feel it. but that's not exactly what he's looking for. and almost like clockwork, he hears a whimper. something small, something most would push off and forget about - but not him. that? that was a door of opportunity for him. getting back to position, he thrusts in that same area, arousal growing when he hears your whimpers and groans turn into full fledged moans and pleas of pleasure. "that's right, lemme hear you, pretty. l'me hear your pretty little noises, yeah? doin' so good f'me."

HORANGI

he finds it odd at first. he never really got to explore it much, he never thought to.

somehow overlooked it?

"i didn't notice how.. stoic, you were." he mentions, completely randomly. you blink, tilting your head, hinting confusion. "what do you mean?" "you don't express much in the face, y'know?" you hum, continuing back to your previous task. "how did you not notice?" horangi shrugs. "i've never cared to look so closely."

after that, he pays more attention to your stoicism.

not only does it notice it's a bit creepy, but almost challenging.

"what's it gonna take to get an expression outta you?" he questions, placing a finger on your forehead. and as he looks at you, he notices your eyes drop a bit lower than normal, eyebrows a little too relaxed compared to what he's used to and he backs up a step or two. the glare you give him is unsettling, and if looks could kill? he'd be dead. "damn, baby, is that how you look at your enemies before killin' em?" you only roll your eyes. "and that's the last time you'll see me willingly give express myself physically."

to get you to express something is a bit difficult for him.

except for you glaring at him like he slapped a close family member.

but then, of course, what if your expressions weren't exactly voluntary?

and that's how he found yourself between your legs, watching as every move he made evicted an expression.

"why, there we are.." he smirks, licking his lips from the orgasm he just brought you to. "you sound so pretty moaning, baby." he kisses you, "n' you look even prettier coming on my face." you look down at him, still sighing heavily from your high. "suck a dick." "that's no way to thank me, but alright.."

KEEGAN

he understands it, to an extent. he made an effort to be close friends with you before asking you out.

he likes to annoy you, a lot.

just to see you get a little irritated, to see the rather dull look in your eyes light up a bit. even if it is with a little fire.

"keegan, can you please get the fuck on." you warn, tired of his constant teasing. though, he stops for a moment and pouts. "you mad at me, baby?" "no, i'm fucking ecstatic." you say sarcastically. "oh, come on. nothings wrong with a little friendly fire." "everything is wrong with friendly fire right now."

he's literally like a little ball of curiosity when it comes to you.

he craves more - more knowledge, more experience.

sometimes he just does dumb shit. why? no reason.

creeping up behind you, keegan pinches at your arm, eyes full of curiosity when he watches you jump slightly and turn to look at him. "what the fuck." you say flatly. "i love you," he says with a goofy ass smile.

he likes to see watch and see how you always seem to try to hold yourself together sexually.

it literally seems like every time he's mildly teasing you, it's like you want more but holding yourself back.

you sigh, resting your head against the cupboard behind you. keegan has you sitting on a counter in the kitchen, and seconds ago his lips and hands were all over you. until he stopped. "what is it, baby?" he questions, looking at you knowingly. you chuckle, mildly annoyed. "nothing, you fuck."

he loves to get a rise out of you, especially sexually. he soaks in every expression and little noise that escapes your pretty lips.

fingers up your cunt, keegan finds himself grinning as he watches your hips grind in synchronicity with his fingers while your usual neutral expression is now contorted with pleasure and desire. though, that feeling is stopped when he removes his fingers from your cunt before licking your juices off his fingers greedily. only to be met with one of your burning gazes. "what is it? somethin' you wanna tell me?" he tempts, watching you frown at the lack of pleasure now.

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priceseyes · 3 months

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this is a post for the cod fandom, specifically towards ghoap shippers because what some of y'all are doing is DISUSTING.

firstly, let's make something VERY clear: ghost x soap is NOT canon and it never will be canon. in fact, their relationship is PURELY platonic yet some of you guys always want a romantic relationship to happen whenever there's a male friendship. are you allergic to platonic relationship's or something? because they do exist.

with that that said: STOP ATTACKING CONTENT CREATORS AND THOSE WHO HAVE AN OC WITH EITHER GHOST OR SOAP (or any other 141 task force member). STOP ATTACKING BIPOC OCs ESPECIALLY AND STOP SPREADING HATE TOWARDS THOSE WITH COD OCs IN GENERAL.

what you are doing is VERY disrespectful and I dare I say, immature. you are not giving creators a chance at having a safe space nor are you letting them have fun pairing an oc with a character in the COD-verse, especially when they want to pair them with either ghost or soap.

please stop attacking these OC creators and stop using oc discourse on them.

just be kind and respectful to everyone in the fandom, let's not spread hate.

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artistcalledbella · 6 months

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Scrapped drawing of bell

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roachy-draws · 29 days

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Pov: detail ✨🪳

(game accurate roach with antennas under cut)

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