#Cod headcanons

[vouges]

word count: 750 - nsfw, minors do not interact.

Tattoo artist Simon! who had a busy schedule, very high in demand yet for some reason always had a spot available for you.

Tattoo artist Simon! who swore the discount he gave you was just a friendly gesture, brushing it off as a way to make a loyal client feel appreciated.

Tattoo artist Simon! who never did more than necessary, the touch routine and practiced, yet with you he always let his fingers linger longer than they needed to, almost caressing, before you heard the familiar buzz of the needle.

"Gotta keep still for me, yeah?" he murmured, "Can’t be messing up my pretty canvas"

Tattoo artist Simon! who felt like a fool every time his cock hardened when you’d send through a picture of your healed up tattoo, with a sweet little thank you message always accompanied by a heart that pathetically made him want to cum in his boxers.

Tattoo artist Simon! who insisted you were just another client, even as he fucked his fist to the images of you engrained into his mind. He felt like a desperate mess, cock achingly hard as ropes of cum shot out, splattering across his stomach all from the slithers of skin that he’d seen when tattooing you. God, how easily you made him feel like an inexperienced virgin.

Tattoo artist Simon! who messaged back embarrassingly fast when you asked if he ever wanted to meet up outside of just a tattooing session. He cringed afterwards, noticing the typos and the awkward combination of emojis used.

'A thumbs up and two smiles?' he thought to himself, 'Real great Simon, should've thrown in the entire happy categories of emojis whilst you're at it'

Tattoo artist Simon! who couldn't believe his luck when you and him wound up on your sofa after dinner and a few drinks at a local pub but makes no move to question it as you both kiss messily, tongues dancing and hands reaching everywhere they can with the current restriction of your clothes.

"Wow- this is actually happening, huh?" he mumbled as you kissed messily, hands grasping at each other, "God, you've no idea how long I've been waiting for this"

Tattoo artist Simon! who had to bite down on your shoulder to muffle the groan that escaped him as he bottomed out in you for the first time. Hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as if he was scared you'd disappear if he let up.

"Fuuuck-" he whispered shakily as he tried to remind himself you had neighbours and very thin walls, "God that feels so good."

Tattoo artist Simon! who quickly gave up on any attempt to be quiet once he heard how pretty your moans sounded, selfishly wanting them to grace his ears with every thrust as he tilted your head back, not wanting you to stifle your moans with the cushions underneath you.

"Shit- no, keep making those sounds," he murmured, breath hot against your skin, "Wanna hear every single one of ‘em, don't go quiet on me, doll"

Tattoo artist Simon! who honestly felt like he'd never experienced sex this good, even on a less than comfortable sofa that he knew would leave him sore in the morning, it was worth it as he felt your pussy clench around his cock, so warm and tight, milking him for all his worth.

"Fuck- so...so, good-" he almost whined, punctuating each word with a thrust, his balls slapping against your skin as he increased tempo, "Could stay like this forever."

Tattoo artist Simon! who kissed you with so much more care than you'd ever expect as you both came, you gushing around his cock as his cum shot out, painting your walls, before slowly oozing out from where you were both connected.

Tattoo artist Simon! who had to take a moment to admire the sight of your blissed out face as you lay back on the sofa, slick with sweat and his cum running out of you.

Tattoo artist Simon! who laughed as he lay beside you on a sofa that was way too small, the both of you talking about everything and nothing at all before realising you'd both denied wanting this for so long.

"I tried so hard not to like you, thinking you were too good for me- hoping it would keep the thoughts at bay," he chuckled, a contagious sound as he ran his fingers across your skin, "Didn’t work for shit obviously with you wanting me just as bad."

[bard-doe]

Johnny is a tits man. He sees a nice pair of boobs and his brain slips out of his ear. He also likes a nice cunt. But he will cry if it's "bald". You can go ahead and trim it if you want, but don't you dare shave it.

Kyle strikes me as an ass man. Something he can squeeze secretly when you are talking to someone. And slap when you two are at it. You don't understand, it looks so sexy when it moves with each spank.

John looks like someone who would drool over some nice hips. Something to hold onto, both in public and in bed. It also doesn't help his breeding kink.

Simon is a thighs guy, I will NOT agree with anything else. He wants to lay his head on something soft, plant kisses and maybe leave bite marks, if you allow it. And he will absolutely put his dick between them.

[kingressworld]

´ . * `͈ ৩ # He probably fiddles with soft toys in shops cuz they are soft but won't buy one for himself.

☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟGhost Headcanons!!☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ

´ . * `͈ ৩ # Secretly enjoys pushing annoying kids to fall.

´ . * `͈ ৩ # Has a favorite pen.

´ . * `͈ ৩ # Avoids every opportunity to recall past unless he really needs to reminisce. And he cries alone when he does.

[n30ncr1ptid]

Your honor this is Simon "ghost" riley

Could also be John price coded

you’re in his dms? okay, well, im on top of him. we’re not fucking he just likes the pressure

[stargirlstabber]

imagine the task force 141 falsely accusing you of being a traitor to the team. knowing your biggest fear, they use it against you. water. water, where your feet can't touch the ground. water you can't see through. at first it started with waterboarding. then slowly but surely they threatened to drop you into the pool. into the dark, deep pool. even john, who was like a father to you before, didn't help you. no. not at all. actually, he was the one who stepped into the water fully clothed, dragging your crying and squirming form with him into the bloodcurling liquid. your tears blended in with it while you we're screaming, practically begging that you were the wrong one. that you'd never do something like that. but they just stood at the edge of the pool, watching their captain almost drowning your terrified self. how would they react, when they get the information that you really weren't the one...?

[ghouljams]

okay but soap 100% does molly, accidentally takes two at the family bbq and has to drink 50 soft drinks to cover up the fact that he keeps clenching and grinding his jaw

How does it feel to be so right. That man absolutely ends up taking way too much molly and Gaz is shoving magnesium pills down his throat by the end of the night. He goes to the bathroom to throw up and comes back in the best mood. He's drinking water bottles so fast the plastic crumples. He's dancing waaaay too hard to the music his cousins are playing. He's been in 12 tiktoks already. He is doing so good, just nobody touch him or try to talk to him right now or he'll throw up again.

[leyavo]

Sergeant!Reader that’s normally assigned as Soap’s shadow. Where he falls back, you step in. Even finish each others sentences over comms, Gaz and Ghost stumbling over their words as they try to the do same. A bit of rivalry between the four of you.

Price is forever mumbling down the line and threatening to split you two up. He’d love a bit more silence.

“Might need to trim that moustache captain, can’t hear a word ye’ saying.” A string of curse words echoing in response and a “can ya hear me now Soap?”

What they didn’t plan on though was you both being afraid of big dogs. Johnny and you cornered by a group of rabid hounds. “A pack of demon dogs.”

Johnny’s murmuring prayers, confessing his sins and apologising for eating that yoghurt you left in the fridge. So he did see the label.

You can hear Ghost telling you to just shoot. “Can’t shoot a dog a L.T,” you say, nudging Johnny forwards because he’s got more muscle on his bone than you. Gaz ends up swooping in and saving you from the snarling beasts, you don’t step out of his shadow till you’re back on safe ground.

Johnny can’t shut up about how you tried to feed him to the dogs. “They should have sacrificed you, wouldn’t have to listen to you go on mate,” Kyle mumbles, which turns into a debate on what flavour of dogfood you’d all be.

He complains so much that Price makes you both work at the kennels till you learn to be around dogs. “I hang around with you guys, isn’t that enough?” You may have earnt yourself another month there.

Ghost and Gaz pop by for moral support (to see you two squirm and later help you).

[Masterlist]

[welcome-to-my-animated-hell]

Canon I say! Also hating Rudy cause he doesn't blink enough is hilarious 😂😂

Why the group chat hates him

Gaz: You’re always talking about nice things he did for you. Like sending pictures of the bouquets he gives you (which he does like once a month!) or of souvenirs he brought when he comes home from deployment or romantic notes he left you in your flat. Like I’m pretty sure Jesus said it was a sin to flaunt your wealth in front of the less fortunate or something.

Ghost: On the surface, he looks like a pretty textbook bad boyfriend. Doesn’t ever speak to your friends at gatherings, you’re always the one that plans dates, and you’re always mothering him a little when you go out (asking if he’s comfortable, if he’s still hungry, if he’s tired).

Soap: when he gets drunk (not at all uncommon) he’s constantly angling for a threesome. What they don’t know is that he does it with his friends as well as yours. Equal opportunity whore.

Price: he’s older, and he’s kind of low key a chauvinist sometimes, so it’s really fucking awkward to hang out with him, but because of his more traditional values he does insist on paying for the whole table when you go out somewhere as a group. So they have to put up with him.

Nikolai: Unbearable amounts of PDA. He’s the one who mothers you. Asking if you’re cold, if you’re tired, if you need help opening things. Kissing your forehead, petting your cheek, rubbing your thigh, nuzzling noses. God it’s fucking awkward.

Graves: Acts too familiar. Kind of like an overbearing relative at a family gathering.

Rudy: this one is really petty but. He doesn’t blink enough.

König: you’re always turning down invites because of him. You won’t go anywhere slightly loud or slightly crowded because “König doesn’t really like places like that”. Bitch he doesn’t like going anywhere!!!!

[skulldetergent]

i do wonder who's better at babysitting, ghost or soap?

ghost IS an older brother, and i'm sure that he had to take care of tommy whenever his mother couldn't (don't even get me started on his father, that man isn't taking care of any kids!!). and isn't having a little sibling basically like babysitting with some extra steps? and i can definitely imagine that ghost used to babysit joseph too whenever tommy and beth needed a break from parenting. despite his intimidating exterior, i do believe that kids love simon. he's just this tall, scary looking but kinda nice weird adult to them (that always has a stupid joke ready)

now, soap on the other hand i headcanon as the youngest of 3. you can't convince that he doesn't have two older sisters. so in his case, he most definitely was the one being babysat in childhood. BUT if he ends up being an uncle one day you know he's taking it seriously!! he's probably also great with children, alas in a different way than ghost. imagine that picture with the iron man actor with his kid vs the thor actor with his kid. yeah. soap is probably the fun adult (with weird hair).

[codnasties]

thigh riding w/graves 🪦 (🌽 link)

we have at this point stablished how much of a mean fucking bastard graves is. there is something inherently vile about him, a walking red flag. but it's also that same stuff that makes you keep getting pulled by him.

but he somehow always finds new ways to overdo himself when it comes to being a callous fucker. evil grin on his face as he makes you get naked. following his order as you start getting excited for what's about to come. but you shouldn't.

he plays with your tits, teases the sensitive bits of your skin, slaps your ass and, if he's being benevolent, might even push a finger or twi inside of your wet needy cunt. getting you all horny and, again, if he's being kind enough, even edge you.

but he now has you where he wants, so needy that you are willing to take anything he gives you. pinning you to the wall, his hand tight around your neck and one of his strong thighs slotted between your legs as you desperately ride it in search for at least one orgasm.

and you better cum, because mean bastard might not let you cum again that night as he's fucking you.

[lilolram]

!Secondary-school Johnny x Reader

Shooting across the road, ready in your school uniform, shoes untied with a bowl of cereal in hand. Juggling the task of opening the door and calling on Mrs. MacTavish if she was up and footering about.

Always assuring the 'breadwinner', Mr. MacTavish, you'd brung your own milk. God knows he's not paying for some skiver from across the street, even though he'd known you since you were just a tote.

His wee sister would be watching early morning CBBC in the sitting room. You'd chat with his mammy and elder sisters as he bustled downstairs fighting with his School tie, watching over your shoulder with a grin on your face - He knew the look in your eyes when his mum lost the plot watching him, tying it for him like he was a child. He'd never live moments like that up.

You'd be in a small headlock by the time you were out the door, and unless you were rushing for the bus and pushing the clock, the local corner shop was your stop before school with Johnnh obnoxiously slurping his lucozade, school-bag slung of his shoulder, pockets funny with change and god knows that shirt would be untucked before the bell rang for break..

[violentdeliiights]

thinking about the costumes the 141 would wear for halloween (it’s never too early)

simon i’m going to say zorro, honestly. like yeah i could be really stereotypical and lean into the skeleton mask and make him ghostface, but i am so 100% sure that that man would look so fine in a cape and eyemask. all black, sleek, enough face coverage that he feels comfortable, and he gets to carry one of those fencing swords around all night- he looks hot and he’s in his comfort zone!!! what’s not to love. if we’re going with masks though, i can also totally see him as the phantom of the opera, and you as christine.

johnny is one of those people who is so unendingly annoying and vocal about their love for halloween (me too). every year he chooses a costume that is so stupid but somehow he manages to look hot every time. one year he’s a playboy bunny (trying to convince simon to be hugh hefner went down like a lead balloon), the next he’s in a yellow hazmat suit being walter white. the one thing he will not stand for, however, is when people show up to his annual halloween bash wearing a kilt. gets in their face telling them that his culture is not their costume, and if they have boxers on underneath they’re a feckin disgrace. and rightly so!!

kyle is more lowkey with it. prefers something that makes him look dapper, and every year he turns up at soap’s party matching with his missus. you’ve been morticia and gomez addams, meg and hercules, padme and anakin. he loves a chance to show up and show out, with his girl at his side looking even better than him. he is, however, still the life of the party and there’s been numerous times when you’ve entered a room to find him surrounded by empty glasses of johnny’s homemade moonshine, crouched on a tabletop spiderman-style with someone’s tie wrapped around his head like rambo.

john savours comfort over style. he’s not one to change up much, and sometimes his age shows through his choices- smokey and the bandit making a recurring appearance several times. if you catch him on a good day, you can convince him to mix it up a bit; one year, you showed up as indiana jones and lara croft and another you went as mr and mrs fantastic fox. until a photo the next morning was pinned to the notice board outside his office of him drunkenly sprawled on the couch with his fox ears all askew, taking an old man nap. he’s been a little less lenient with the costumes ever since.

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Cuddling with Simon "Ghost" Riley (HCs) 🌷

i need a big strong military man to cuddle me and tell me i’m precious image from everyone’s fav @ave661 again totally pure fluff, not proofread, female reader :3

Simon Riley who loves to touch your hair when you’re cuddling, twirling a piece around his finger or just patting it, while you rest your head against his chest.

Simon Riley who finds it utterly hilarious to use his strength against you and hold to his chest, chuckling as you try to escape his death-grip. His big, strong arms wrap around you and hold you close to him as you playfully push against them.

"M’not letting you get away. You’re mine," as he grins mischievously. Cheeky bastard.

Simon Riley who is a little chubbier now than when he first met you, from all the good food you make for him. He wears that extra cushioning with pride, he loves to hold you against it when you’re cuddling.

Simon Riley who is a total head-kisser. If he’s spooning you, or if you’re sitting on his lap, he loves to lean down and kiss the top of your head. Once he got a bit overenthusiastic and ended up knocking his big nose into you, which ended with you having to kiss it better.

Simon Riley who won’t let you nap unsupervised when he’s around. The idea of you unconscious, without him there to look after you, is totally unthinkable. He’ll always let you nap on the sofa with your head in his lap, if he’s working, or on his chest if you’re laying together, watching a film. If you want to sleep in your bed, he’ll be in bed with you, or sitting on the armchair so that you don’t ever have to be unprotected.

Simon Riley who gave you a teddy bear when he left for his last mission, so that you could have something to hold when you missed him. Thing is, sometimes Si finds you cuddling the bear and gets all jealous, as if the teddy would steal his girl.

thanks for reading! 💗

masterlist

[tobeholyistobeempty]

almost immediately into dating, simon riley would buy you a gun.

probably a 9mm. matte black, no frills, utilitarian. nothing bigger than needed. comfortable enough to hug your palm, heavy enough to remind you of the implications of what you carry.

and really, it wouldn’t come as a surprise to you.

you knew he was a soldier, knew he kept closets full of gear and could disappear without a sound — appear the same way too. you knew how he moved, how his eyes never slowed until they met yours. knew there was something unsaid about his skill level, redacted parts he left out on purpose. but even above that — you knew the truth of him. under the mask, under the muscle, under the scars of his past. the boy who grew up with vigilance as his only defence. you know enough to know you don’t survive what simon has survived and come out normal.

you come out disciplined. dangerous. prepared.

simon doesn’t believe in luck. won’t leave his trust in the cavalry showin up in time when that’s already failed him many times before. simon doesn’t deal in safe.

he deals in preparation. for the worst. for even the most unlikely.

love comes in many forms. and maybe for simon it’s not candle lit dinners or couch cuddling movie nights (though of course you bribe him into those anyways. he’s never quite been able to say no to you) it’s making sure he does everything in his power to make you capable.

and he does it with all the patience he’s got to offer. there’s no expectation no pressure no timeline — god knows simon isn’t expecting you to become a super assassin overnight. he takes you out to some half-forgotten range an hour outta the city, tucked in nice between the pine and fog. sets up the targets and has you aim at them empty, watching the way you hold tension in your tendons. teaches you how to force it out through breath. how to work the weapon like an extension of yourself.

the rundown is quick and simple. caliber, kickback, magazine release. then he steps back and tells you to shoot.

you exhale the breath like he taught you and pull. when you miss, he nods once and says again. you go through three full mags and miss each one. it isn’t long before your palms burn as bad as your cheeks do with the humiliation of it — but it’s all forgotten when you land just a tap off the bullseye and simon walks over with his hands up.

“that’s how it starts, sweet’eart.” he murmurs, smirking against your mouth.

simon riley is a man of many talents, but his greatest achievement yet is loving you. and maybe it’s not always voiced by ‘i love you so much baby.’ — but instead it’s running you through drills around the crooked ikea furniture in your living room until the sun has set and the moon is out. or blindfolding you and telling you to unload and reload the mag. or leaving sticky notes with unlikely scenarios scattered around the house and quizzing you on your answers while youre cockdrunk against the counter.

you’ve learned his language by now. hes protective and realistic and a little bit cynical. but god does he make you feel alive for it.

you know by him teaching you how to use this gun it’s his way of saying i will do everything in my power to keep you alive because im in love with you and i wouldn’t survive a fuckin day if i lost you.

[meninecanela]

In Brazil, during Carnival, there’s a pretty good chance that if you lock eyes with someone, they’ll try to kiss you. Sometimes, if there’s chemistry, people end up “dating” for the whole week—going to street parties together, spending every day side by side, just enjoying it all to the fullest. It’s what people here call a “Carnival romance.” Then, when the party ends, it’s over, and everyone goes back to their own lives and cities.

Honestly, it feels like the kind of place where Soap would be in his natural element. Imagine him running into you on the street and it just happens—the two of you diving into the wildness of Carnival, partying and hooking up like there’s no tomorrow. Until his break ends and he has to go back to the Task Force… but he just can’t shake those days with you, running free through the streets.

[hatsbuckets]

The first time Graves used “all y’all” in front of the Brits, they had to physically restrain themselves from shaking him like a ragdoll.

...

“Now, all y’all just calm down a minute--”

A beat of silence.

Price blinked. Soap tilted his head like a confused retriever. Gaz mouthed ‘all y’all?’ like it was a slur.

“Beg your fuckin’ pardon?” Soap asked.

...

Graves, undeterred:

“Y’all’d’ve done better if you’d waited for backup.”

Gaz made a noise like a computer shutting down.

“I’m sorry... y’all would’ve what?”

Graves: “Would’ve done better.”

Price, flat: “That’s not what you said.”

“I was fixin’ to explain!”

“Fixing what now?”

...

While reviewing blueprints:

“Might coulda added another entry point here.”

Soap stood up. “This is an act o' terrorism."