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[call-of-daydreams]

Soap: Don't tell me what to do.

You: Eat me out.

Soap: Ok, tell me what to do.

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PLEASE! Need more oral fixations with the tf141 & the others (Konig, Krueger, Horangi etc.) would love to hear/see what their thoughts are on a pretty little thing who can’t help themselves as they cockwarm their cocks with her mouth.

141 oral fixation headcanons👻🧼🧢🚬 (🌽 link)

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price 🚬- the softie

price is really gentle and caring, taking his time to fulfil your desires. sitting comfortably in the bathrub's edge, giving you the even more comfortable space inside of the tub. making you kneel between his strong thighs. one of his hands on your head, massaging the shampoo into your scalp. the soft feeling of his hand lulling you into relaxation.

that and feeding your oral fixation, the fact that his cock is in your mouth almost making you fall asleep. his eyes softening and looking down at you filled with adoration as you leave little kisses around the middle of his shaft or sucking on his red bulbous tip. all of these ministrations pulling low rumbling groans form him. moments like these, where both of you are enjoying sexual but not purely sexual things, only solidify his love for you

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ghost 👻- the solution

ghost knows you have a serious problem with biting the skin off your lips until they are bleeding, just because it keeps your mouth entertained. he keeps seeing the little cuts and how your lips get all puffy from the small injuries. you do it mindlessly and only realise what is going on when you get that iron taste in your tongue.

but he has a better way to keep your mouth occupied. one that will save you the pain of chapped and cut skin: letting you suck on his dick. when he first made his offer, you laughed at him, telling him that if he wanted his dick sucked he just had to ask for it and not make up any excuses. but once you tried it, it was a different story. holding the heavy weight of his cock between your plush lips, taking a bit more when the part of his lenght you were taking isn't filling you fixation anymore.

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soap 🧼- the drill

soap knows his getting-home drill better that he knows some of the most common and used military drils. he knows it by heart and walks through it almost every single day. at this point is like a second nature to him, but loves every bit of it, especially if it helps please you, his sweet oral fixated missus. because this isn't fully sexual, it's also about being close to him for at least a few minutes a day.

so he gets home, dropping all of his stuff by the door, and starts making his way to the living room. he strips off his clothes, discarding them in some sort of trail throughout the house. giving his half- hard cock a few tugs to get it fully erect and ready for your greedy mouth. he plops down on the couch, spreading, and you will pop out of nowhere and take a seat between his legs, greedily sucking and playing with his cock.

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gaz 🧢- the prey

gaz knows that if you are craving cock down your throat, the fact that you are in a damned drive-thru, sandwitched between cars and waiting for your food, is not going to stop you. you are not the kind to suddenly stop craving his cock down your throat just because you are in a public place. and he knows you are craving it because you've been palming his cock for the last 20 minutes, getting him all ready the same way an predator would do with his prey.

you get too impatient, unzipping his pants and yanking them down, together with his boxers, making his hard dick spring against his lower stomach. immediately taking his whole cock in your mouth, choking on it, drool acummulating in the corners of your mouth and dripping down. and he knows you love every second of it - and so does he, because that fact that you are barely keep your hands off him makes him feel hot af -.

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There was a knock on the bedroom door as you laid on the couch, your hand on a noticeably large bump that showed through your shirt. "Y/N? You awake?" A deep voice rumbled from behind the door. It was your husband, Phillip Graves. You opened your eyes and slowly sat up, pushing herself up off of the couch with her hands, her back and hips already hurting from carrying around the extra weight. "Yeah, babe. I'm up," you replied. The door creaked open and Phillip poked his face into the room, a small smile appearing on his face when he saw that you were awake

"Hey, hun. You feeling okay?" He entered the room and walked over to you. He knelt down next to you, placing a hand on your stomach and rubbing it gently. You smiled and placed your hand over his. "I'm fine, just sore. Your daughter's kicking a lot today," You say with a weary laugh

He chuckled lightly and leaned down, kissing her stomach before looking up at her. "She's just as stubborn as her mother," he joked. "Oh, shut up," she said playfully, gently punching his shoulder.

He laughed again and stood up, offering his hand to her. "Come on, let's get you up," he said. You take his hand and let him help you up off of the couch. You sighed as you stood up, your hand instinctively going to your back. "I swear, this pregnancy is going to kill me," you complain.

"Oh, come on. You're doing just fine," he replied, wrapping an arm around your waist and giving you a gentle squeeze. "Just a few more months and she'll be here." You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to carry her around for nine months," you grumble.

"Yeah, but I'm the one who has to deal with your pregnancy mood swings," he teased, bopping you on the nose. You playfully swatted his hand away and made an annoyed face at Phillip.

"Careful, you'll come home one day and the locks will be changed." You warn.

He chuckled and pulled you closer to him. "Oh, come on. You know you could never stay mad at me for long," he said, planting a kiss on your forehead. "You love me too much."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Don't get cocky," you tell Phillip, poking him in the chest. "I could easily find another man to take care of me."

He raised an eyebrow and feigned hurt. "Oh, really? You'd replace me just like that?" he asked, pretending to be wounded.

"In a heartbeat," you tease, poking him again. He gasped and placed his hand over his heart. "You wound me. I'm your husband, and you're already thinking of replacing me?"

You laughed and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "I'm just kidding. You know you're the only one for me," you wrap your arms around his waist. "Besides, no one else but you could handle me while I'm pregnant."

He grinned and hugged you back. "Yeah, you're a handful even when you're not pregnant," he joked, ruffling your hair. "But I wouldn't have it any other way, sugar.”

You grinned up at him and leaned your head on Phillips' chest, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat. "You're lucky I love you," you say softly.

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "I know I am. I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have you as my wife and the mother of my children."

You hummed in agreement, snuggling closer to him. "You're a big sap, you know that?" you teased, while your hand mindlessly rubs your stomach.

He shrugged, still grinning. "Can you blame me? I've got a beautiful wife who's carrying my child and already giving me a hard time. What more could a man possibly want?" he replied, teasing back

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't hide the smile on your face. "You're insufferable," you said, slightly pushing his shoulder, but there was affection in your voice.

At that moment, your toddler son came running into the room, a toy soldier in his hand.

"Daddy! Mommy!" The little boy, who had a head full of messy hair and big brown eyes just like his father, bounded over to them. Phillip chuckled and released you from his grip, crouching down to scooping up his son in his arms.

"Hey there, buddy. Whatcha got there?" he asked, taking the toy soldier from the toddler.

The boy giggled and held up the soldier, waving it around. "Look, Daddy! It's just like you!"

You couldn't help but smile at the sight. Your son was the spitting image of his father, from his hair to his eyes to his playful demeanor. It was adorable.

Phillip chuckled and ruffled the boy's hair. "That's right, buddy. Just like me."

The boy then immediately wriggled out of Phillip's arms, running over to you. "Mama!" He launched himself at you, nearly sending you stumbling backwards.

You laughed and braced yourself, catching the boy in your arms. "Whoa, easy there, little guy. You're getting too big to be throwing yourself at me like that," you said, kissing the top of his head.

The boy giggled and wrapped his arms around your neck, burying his face into your shoulder. Phillip watched the scene with a soft smile on his face, his heart swelling with love for his family.

"He's definitely become a Mama's boy," he remarked, walking over to the both of you.

You chuckled and nodded, rubbing the boy's back as he clung to you. "He's always been attached to me since he was a baby. You're just jealous because he likes me better," you teased.

Phillip rolled his eyes, but he was still grinning. "Jealous? Of a two-year-old? Please."

You laughed and kissed the boy's head again, holding him close. "Admit it. He loves me more."

"Psshh, I'm his father. I'm the one he should be attached to," Phillip replied, crossing his arms and feigning offense.

You chuckled and poked the boy's cheek, making him giggle. "Tell Daddy who your favorite is."

The boy lifted his head from your shoulder and looked at Phillip, a large grin on his face.

"Mama!"

Phillip groaned playfully and ran a hand through his hair. "Every time. He always picks you over me."

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https://x.com/B8_Television/status/1894646496521588903

i wanna say needy soap, on the game with the team but his pretty little girlfriend keeps sending him naughty photos, pretty boy just can’t help himself so he tells the boys he’s busy and he’ll be just right back. but he’s not going anywhere, not truly, he sets up the camera and makes a little video for his sweet girl.

needy soap 🧼 (🌽 link)

by now, you would have believed soap has leart his lesson. but no, he hasn't. maybe he does it on purpose - he definitely does -. but he somehow still leaves his phone on the table when he's playing games, knowing you are a menace.

his attention is barely on the game, and he is fully ignoring the others nagging at him for playing sloppily. what they don't know is that he keeps getting distracted. looking down at his phone every time it vibrates, only to be met with a new pic or video of you being a needy whore.

so he might as well match your energy. making a cheap excuse to drop off the call for a handfull of minutes to deal with the problem now tenting in his pants and send you a little gift back and also properly enjoy what you've been sending him.

pulling his hard cock out, giving it a few teasing strokes before he starts recording a video for you. showing you how needy he is, the way his tip is leaking clear pre and the way his eyes roll back and dirty words involuntarily leave his mouth as he jerks off just for you. cumming all over himself and making a mess.

but the rest of the guys just knew what was going on, they know johnny too well

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*Soap coming to Price with a problem he can't figure out, but Price is stressed.*

Price: You're younger than me Soap, figure it out.

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I'm so sorry that I haven't been posting much of anything recently. I have been buried under English work and trying to keep my grades in check. (Somehow I have all A's).

I know that I technically don't have to apologize for this but I want to. I've been to tired to do much of anything recently but I'm trying.

I actually haven't even started the Simon Riley farmer post that I said I would do a while back. To which, I am sorry about. Everytime I think about doing it I put it off to finish school work and afterwards I don't feel like starting.

I have exams coming up and summer is near (along with my graduation!) I hope to get started back with writing again because it's my escape from reality but not before tomorrow, which is my prom.

Also yes, I am actually a highschool student and I'm 18. I feel like I should address this now that this account has grown a bit.

Sorry for the rambling, love you mean it!

Sakura 🌸

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Dear Call of Duty Fandom,

Where the fuck are all the Shadow Company x Readers? And no I'm not talking Graves x Reader, or Velikan x Reader. I'm talkin about Shadows.

You're telling me you don't wanna get railed/rail a whole group of them?? Or at least be their emotional support because god knows Graves makes them go through a lot??? You're telling me you're looking at them and not going, "I can take all of em, and not in a fight"???

Me personally? I need to spoil the shit outta them, treat them if they had a good mission or a bad one, kisses and hugs, a bunch of praise, have them sit in my lap while I fill out paperwork. I just know they're so obedient and disciplined. I'll learn all their names if I have to, idgaf they are ALL my babygirls.

fuck now I really wanna write some fluffy and horny ass blurbs on them...

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return to sender simon making reader sit on his face despite her lack of experience and fear she'll suffocate him

this one got a little lengthy I fear...

cw: oral (f), face sitting, mdni below the cut

“you sure?”

you’re perched on top of him, straddling his chest as his hands wander along the expansive of your thighs

“i mean—are you seriously sure?”

the overhead light is off, the bedroom dim, lit only by the amber glow of the bedside lamp . simon blinks up at you like you’ve asked him something utterly ridiculous.

“am i sure?” he repeats. sis voice is low and amused, rough at the edges like gravel and thunder. “sweetheart, m’fuckin’ starvin’.”

you let out a nervous little laugh, trying to brush off the fluttering panic in your belly. “i just… i don’t know what im doing, babe.”

his brow furrows—not in frustration, but something gentler. he sits up just enough to brace one arm behind him, the other reaching for you, hand warm on your hip. “y’don’t have to do a thing,” he murmurs. “let me take care of it.”

“i’m not trying to chicken out, i swear—”

“i know, love,” he cuts in. not unkindly. his voice softens, lips brushing your knee as you softly shift. “you’re overthinkin’ again.”

you drop your gaze, fingers fidgeting in the hem of your sleep shirt. “i just… what if i hurt you? i mean—you’re big, si, but i don’t wanna suffocate you or something.”

he blinks, and then—laughs. a deep, hearty sound from his chest that makes your whole face heat up.

“if i die,” he says between chuckles, gripping your waist to draw you closer, “that’s the way i wanna go.”

“simon.”

“‘s true, girl. buried ‘tween these thighs?” he sighs, mock-dreamy, and presses a kiss to the inside of your leg. “hell of a way to go out.”

he’s being sweet, trying to lighten you up—but you’re still hovering there on your knees, skin hot, breath shaky. you know what he’s offering, and you want it, want him, but the vulnerability of it all feels damning.

he sees it. reads you like a map he’s memorized front to back (he has).

“hey.” his voice dips, quieter now, lower. “y’trust me baby?”

you look into those eyes—dark, steady, safe. and you nod.

“then come here, love.” he lies back again, mouth tilted in the smallest, cockiest smile. “sit that pretty cunt on my face like a good girl, yeah?”

your breath catches.

he doesn’t grab. doesn’t yank you down. he waits—patient, confident. like he knows you’ll do it. because he knows you want to. that all your hesitation is just nerves, not refusal.

you ease up toward his shoulders on shaky legs, and his big, calloused hands scrape up your thighs, then under your shirt—palms searing and slow as they spread over your hips and waist.

“c’mon, sweets,” he murmurs, voice like a dark promise. “right here. let me have you.”

you settle just above his mouth, barely letting your weight rest on him, and he growls.

“uh-uh. full weight, y’hear me?” one hand leaves your hip to land a sharp smack to your ass. “sit.”

—as if you’re a dog.

you gasp, lowering until you feel the heat of his mouth on you. his tongue—god. long, wide, confident—sweeps up your folds with a guttural sound like he’s been waiting for this since he first ate you out on your dresser months ago.

it’s overwhelming. wet and messy and so fucking good you forget your own name.

you try to lift off, try to relieve some pressure, but his grip tightens.

“nah” he grunts against you, the vibration making you tremble. “stay down. y’not goin’ anywhere.”

he eats you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. like you’re dinner, dessert, salvation. tongue fucking into your weeping hole, nose brushing your clit, hands bruising on your hips. you’re moaning, writhing like a pornstar as your thighs tremble, but he just keeps going, like a man possessed. like he needs it more than air.

“si—,” you gasp, overwhelmed. “si, baby, i—i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he growls, finally pulling back just enough to speak clearly, chin glistening, eyes wild. “y’ gonna sit pretty and come for me , pup. c’mon, love. come in m’mouth.”

he doesn’t give you time to argue. mouth back on you, rougher now, greedy, tongue circling your clit until your hips stutter and grind and shake—until you're crying out and your whole body goes tight and hot and shattering.

and even then—even then—he doesn’t stop. licks you through it, holds you steady as you fall apart above him, as you drip and leak into his mouth, savoring the sweet, tangy taste of you.

when you finally slump forward, completely spent, he coaxes you off with care—arms wrapping around you as you collapse alongside him. he shifts, flips you onto your back so he’s the one holding you, protective and proud, one hand stroking your hair.

you’re panting. blinking up at the ceiling, dazed and fucked-out and utterly wrecked.

he kisses your temple. his voice is quiet. smug.

“still worried about killing me, sweets?”

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Soap: How much have you had to drink?

*Ghost motioning to a shirtless Soap*: Not enough to lead to this.

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Simon deffo likes when his wife is pissed and he gets to egg her on so she yells at him

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Soap: I think I have worn my mom's pants once or twice before.

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I can't draw very well, but all I keep thinking about is Soap with a grown-out mohawk that he can fit into a man bun and a bit of fat over all of his muscles.

Or Kyle with a little bit more of a beard and a little bit longer hair also with a little bit of fat over his muscles.

I'm sure there is a picture out there of this exact thing, but I can't remember where I saw it or if I've seen it at all. So, if you can draw or have a picture similar to what I'm thinking about please reblog this.

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*Kyle drops a quarter and it rolls towards you*

Kyle: Keep it, I always help the poor.

You: Are you calling me POOR?!?!

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Soap: I'm an alcohol expert.

You: I didn't know we went back to the prohibition era.

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How is Tater? How are you? I know there was good news but it's still exhausting when your baby is so sick

She has passed the second object, a hair tie, and she's back to her normal self. However, she hasn't learned her lesson on eating things she's not supposed to. But she's doing great now!

Thanks for checking in!

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That's honestly so real

You: I want coffee

John: I want your legs wrapped around my head

You: You know what, fuck the coffee

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I slept for 13 hours last night and into this morning and I'm still tired.