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Wear what you want I can fight

A/N: Surprisingly this one won so here you go, just did the boys I thought fit the best. Please like, comment and reblog if you enjoy 💖

Dick Grayson

You can feel his gaze on you as you secure your accessories.

“Do I look bad?” You ask, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

He fidgets.

“N-no, of course not.” It’s true, you could never look bad, not to him — not even when you woke up with drool dripping from the corner of your mouth and smeared across your chin.

“I thought you were going to wear that blue outfit though? The one with all the sparkles.” You flush at the mention. The blue outfit had been your first choice, but—

“It’s kind of…revealing, don’t you think?”

The corner of his mouth twitches up.

“Baby, you know you can wear whatever you want right? I can fight”

Jason Todd

Jason gives out a lie wolf whistle when you walk into the room, an eyebrow quirked up as his eyes shamelessly roam over your body.

“Wow, you’re trying to turn everyone on, huh?”

You roll your eyes. You’re wearing a turtleneck sweater and a pair of modest black pants—not anything eye catching, let alone revealing.

You smile when he walks closer, his arms wrapped around your midsection and his lips pressed against your temple.

“Don’t worry babe, dress as slutty as you want—I can fight.”

Duke Thomas

He covers his mouth the second you step out. Shoulders trembling as he purses his lips.

“Hot right?”

He can’t hold it in anymore. The laughter tumbles out of his mouth is barks and howls, he laughs so hard tears fall from the corners of his eyes.

“Where’d you even get a Pokémon onesie?”

“Is it to promiscuous? I mean, I know you can fight babe, but I’m not trying to get in the middle y’know?”

Another wave of laughter.

Damian Wayne

“Damian,” you hiss his name, calling his attention down to you. Your lavender ensemble sways around you. A moment prior you’d been happy with it—that was until you noticed everyone else attending the gala was wearing white and black. “Why didn’t you tell me this ball had a dress code?!”

Damian doesn’t even flinch, plucking two champagne glasses from a waiter nearby.

“You look good in it.” Like that’s all there is to the matter, you look good in this outfit and you like it so what does it matter what the dress code is? “Drink.” He presses the champagne flute into your hand, and since it can’t get any worse, you down it all in one gulp, grabbing the second one to sip from.

“Trust me beloved,” his eyes narrow at the participants that were eyeing you with snickers earlier who immediately flinch away when his gaze flits to them. “No one will dare criticize you—not if they know what’s good for them.”

A/N: As always please leave a like, reblog, or comment if you enjoyed and stay tuned for my next poll to pick what blurb I do!

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Ep29 #soapghost falconry au and Price is too old for this shit. ALSO THERE. SOAPCAN HAVE HIS EYEBROW SCAR AT LAST.

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Light and Love

A Shadow and Bone AU

Featuring Sun Summoner!Aleksander and The Darkling!Reader (fem)

My Masterlist

Introduction

Aleksander is presented to the king as the new sun summoner, and you are reminded of the past.

Have Faith

Aleksander has a tiring first day at the Little Palace and as it draws to a close he wants nothing more than to hide away in his room. Then the Darkling sends for him.

Dine With Me

After he has another dejecting lesson with Baghra, you invite Aleksander to join you for dinner.

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My 4-hour hyper fixation drawing session

These pieces are based on my fic Stray dog, pairing Ghost x Soap x Male Reader This is only my version of Y/n, because basically the reader is yall so u can imagine him in whatever way u like.

"Guess it’s one of the driving forces behind their desire to survive through the deadliest battles, to be able to see you again, not covered in blood and sweat and dust from the field, but in your most adorable state–freshly bathed and safe in their very cherished home." - Part 4

(I also drew one piece of Ghost only but it turned out like shit so..... maybe next time)

(another thing is I wrote this bitch to be so pathetic in the latest parts that I myself forgot how a menace this bitch is to society)

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141 MEETING PRICE’S HEAVILY TATTOOED & PIERCED S/O

WARNINGS: At the end it talks a little about dick piercings other than that everything else is chill

GAZ

Gaz had pestered Price for weeks to meet his husband. All Gaz wanted was to meet his other dad, so can you blame him? Price relented and let the task force meet him. Gaz was shocked like mouth wide open type shocked. He was definitely not expecting you to be the polar opposite of Price and he was most definly expect you to look the way you look. Once he gets over his shock, he will ask a thousand questions about you tattoos and piercings, so be prepared to answer way too many questions. Also, now you're officially his second dad, so congrats. You have a son now.

GHOST

When Ghost first met you he noted all the piercings and tattoos because it’s kinda hard not to. He thinks they are really cool and will ask a couple of questions about them after knowing you for a while. While Ghost is close to you and Price, he doesn’t really come and visit when he’s on leave. So he appreciates the cards and letter you send every couple of months to him. But when you guys can meet up he likes meeting at a bookstore cafe because those are always quiet and tend to be desolate.

ROACH

Like Ghost, he notes the tattoos and piercings. However, he also notes how different you and Price are. He finds it kinda funny. He will make one joke about it then drop it, not wanting to make things awkward. The joke breaks the ice, and he starts to relax. Roach is someone that i think is very anxious when meeting new people. So when he warms up he will ask questions, but he’s not as invasive as Gaz. I feel like Roach would want to get a tattoo or two, but his autism is kinda a block due because of the sensory problems he has.

SOAP

Will make jokes about you and Price looking so completely different. He will ask if you guys have anything in common and would be surprised when he finds out you do. He’s also like Gaz and will ask way too many questions and probably have you give him recommendations on tattoo shops, so when he gets around to getting more, he knows the places to go. Also I believe Soap would point out and ask you if a certain tattoo means anything randomly.

EXTRA

Price's initial reaction to you:

When Price first met you he was immediately hooked. He was head over heels in love before you finshed exchange simple greetings and introductions. He didn't mind the tattoos or piercings as thats what drew him in. He loves them and something about them just makes him a little hot under the collar. Also I feel if you have dick piercings or you are thinking about them this man will go FERAL. He's just like YES!!!

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Glutton

Credit for title picture - @loneghostwolf

König x F!reader

Disclaimer - this is a BDSM style fic, topics covered in this should NOT be carried out lightly. They should be performed either by a professional or in a committed relationship by consenting adults who have researched this. It can be dangerous both mentally and physically. Safe words, consent, limits and aftercare is non-negotiable in these scenarios.

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, humiliation, spitting, slapping, shibari, slight burning, foot/heel worship, loss of control, praise kink, allusions to breath play

Standing in the mirror your smoothed out the black latex corset which adorned your body. Paired with black latex trousers and black patent Louboutins. It hugged your figure so gracefully, enhancing every curve, every juncture of your body. Once the latex sat where you wanted it you sprayed on his favourite perfume. He loved heavy and musky scents, sandalwood, amber, oud.

And by him, you meant König.

You aren’t meant to have favourites in your job as a dominatrix, but he was … different.

A 6’10 mass of muscle, a killing machine. Hands that could easily break the bonds you’d put him in. That could easily over power you if he wanted to. Now while you make every client sign a strict contract, some would still try to take advantage. But König looked at you with nothing but respect.

You remembered your first meeting, where you discussed limits, safe words and scenarios he wanted to play out. ‘What made you want this?’ You asked cocking your head. This wasn’t something you usually asked, that was their business, but you felt compelled to ask him.

His brilliant blue eyes peered at you from across the table and you were met with a thick Austrian accent, ‘I want to lose control.’

Now König liked a mixture of fetishes, humiliation, heel worship, face slapping and a hint of being your personal ashtray. Being restrained was a no brainier for him, that’s how he felt like he’d lost control.

He took to his knees in front of you, eyes already wide, like a deer in the headlights at your outfit. The shoes? Fuck. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as the dim light bounced off the patent material.

Crimson rope twisted and slithered around his firm biceps, all the way down to his wrists. He flinched slightly as your fingers grazed his skin, he could feel himself becoming hard. You firmly tugged his arms behind his back. His tan tactical pants strained as his muscles bulged underneath, he was always topless during these sessions. Wearing only his hood and trousers. He still wanted to keep some anonymity.

As you fastened the last knot in the rope you lowered your mouth close to his ear ‘now, what do you say König?’ Your voice was husky and sultry as it brushed against him. His mouth suddenly dry he fought to find words ‘y .. yes.’ Digging your nails into his skin he let out a hiss, ‘yes what? Don’t forget your place König.’

‘Yes mistress.’

With a smirk you placed a tender kiss on his cheek, time to begin.

Now while you catered to many scenarios, your session room was mainly kitted out with gothic decor. Candles, reds, blacks, dark oak, rich warm colours all melting into one another. In the centre of the room sat your throne, a dark mahogany chair with red velvet and crystals. Two lion heads adorned the arms as intricate baroque style woodwork adorned it.

As you walked over towards your throne you could feel his eyes fucking your from behind. His glare focused solely on your shoes, how they created an arch in your foot. The thin stiletto heel tapped on the wooden floor as took each step. He gritted his teeth, short breaths escaping his lips as he felt adrenaline surge through his veins.

This is why he came to you.

To feel alive.

On the battlefield he’d never felt more empty. Taking lives didn’t phase him anymore. He was numb to it all now, he had to be in control there, here? He could lose himself completely.

Sitting on your throne you leant back, arms draped over the sides, legs crossed. With a click of your finger you pointed to your feet, ‘König come.’ Your voice stern and commanding. Slowly he crawled over to you, careful not to lose his balance. ‘Quickly. Don’t keep me waiting.’ You snapped scowling at him.

He sat on his heels in front of you, eyes glimmering under the candle light of the black crystal chandelier. Lifting your foot you slipped the point of the shoe under his mask, ‘lick it, be a good boy for me.’ You watched as his breaths became shallower, his thick chest panting. A small groan came from under the mask as you felt his warm tongue swipe along the shoe. ‘You like that?’ You asked, tone patronising and curt.

‘Yes’ he panted. Removing your foot you leant forward slapping him ‘yes fucking what? I won’t ask you again König.’ His eyes suddenly showing a glint of panic he apologised, the last thing he wanted to do was to disappoint you. ‘For a solider you’re shit at listening.’ This time you pressed your heel into his chest, pinching his skin. His eyes back rolled slightly, as you heard the rope creak under the immense pressure of his strength.

From under his mask you heard him lick his lips, a shaky breath rattled from his lungs. Gripping his cheeks you pulled him closer to you, glaring down at him you tutted. ‘Sounds like someone’s thirsty. Haven’t you drunk enough today? Shit listener and fucking stupid.’ He remained silent. ‘Would you like a drink König?’ You asked a devious smirk on your blood red lips. ‘Yes mistress’ he said, voice strained and pathetic.

You lifted his hood to just below his nose, his lips swollen and red from biting them. Running your thumb over his lips he automatically opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Hovering your mouth inches above his you pursed your lips, allowing a silk like ribbon of spit fall onto his tongue. Slipping to the back of his throat. A soft whimper emerged from him as he relished the taste of you. It was like a reward.

Tapping his face you allowed him to swallow before repeating it again another three times. Rewarding him with praise each time. Only he forgot to thank you. Unsure if he genuinely forgot due to his pleasure or due to him pushing you like the brat he was, this would not do. Motioning him to stand up you undid his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers. Leaving him bare.

‘On your knees and lick the floor like the ungrateful pig you are. You’re going to be punished severely for that.’ He did as he was told this time, muttering a yes mistress under his breath. You watched as his pink glossy tongue ran along the wood floor next to your foot. He placed a tender kiss on the skin as he looked up at you. Pupils blown wide, filled with euphoria and oxytocin.

He watched as you wandered over to a sideboard pulling out objects he couldn’t quite see. The anticipation made his cock twitch, pre-cum clinging to his engorged tip. You sat down on the edge of your throne, one foot behind the other as you lent on your thighs. You pulled out a cigarette and brass lighter, as you lit the cigarette he tensed knowing what was coming.

His favourite.

Taking a large inhale you blew the smoke in his face, menthol. You hated the taste of regular cigarettes, the menthol made it bearable. If you didn’t know him any better you’re sure a growl left his chest. With each puff of the cigarette you blew the smoke in his face, his eyes transfixed on you. ‘Coat your tongue and open your mouth’ you ordered. Doing as he was told he revealed his spit covered tongue to you, ever so gracefully you tapped the burnt ash onto his tongue. ‘Good boy’ you cooed, ‘swallow.’

Without breaking eye contact he swallowed, hard, gentle moans and whimpers echoing under his mask. This continued until the last drag of the cigarette. As a special reward for taking it all, you spat on his tongue before putting out the cigarette on it. A slight sizzle could be heard under Königs heavy panting.

His cock looked painful, throbbing with every word, every smack, every interaction. It was killing him. He was bordering on delirium, he needed to cum so bad. Noticing this you knelt down to his level and stared straight into his soul. ‘I know what you’re gonna do, you’re gonna go home, on your own and jerk off to this. In your sad little apartment. In your sad little life. On your own. Pathetic.’ His head flopped to his chest as a broken moan managed to fight its way to the surface.

He was close. Still on his knees you bent down and untied the rope, freeing his arms. ‘Lie down. Show me.’ You nodded to the floor, as you wound up the rope. Stretching out on the floor he led still awaiting your command. You lit another cigarette as you placed your foot on his neck, pressing slightly. His cock twitched against his stomach, hand on hip you repeated the command ‘show me, show me how you’d jack off on that pathetic apartment of yours. I want to hear those pathetic moans König.’

As his hand encased his cock his back arched off the floor, finally being able to release the pressure building up inside of him. Never taking his eyes off you he watched as you inhaled the cigarette, tapping the ash over his body. ‘Such a fucking loser’ you spat, ‘can’t find anyone to fuck so you come here?’ You let out a condescending laugh.

He pumped his cock, slow at first, building a rhythm as he writhed beneath you. ‘Are you a loser König?’

‘Yes misters’ he whined, muscles tensed his toes pointed as he neared his release. Your foot still on his neck you crouched lower to him and lifted up his mask. Slapping his cheek you repeated your question ‘are you a pathetic loser?’

‘Yes mistress’ he whimpered, voice cracking and shaking. This time you spat on his face, the salvia landed on his lips, he licked them eagerly. Another taste of you.

‘Cum König.’ You barked as you stared into the black void that was once his eyes. Pupils completely blown wide, glazed and glassy. And just like that? He came on command. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, jaw slack as he rode out his orgasm. You watched the way his body contorted under you, his muscles rippling and tense.

After he’d come down from his high you offered him a warm inviting smile. He looked a little shy but retuned the gesture. ‘Well done König. You always do so well for me. Go clean up and meet me in the debrief room.’

After each session König would use the private bathroom for clients, muted colours, essential oils and lavender filled the room. Utter relaxation was the goal. Once dressed he met you in the debrief room where you had changed, ‘you really are a glutton for punishment König.’ You smiled softly as he joined you on the sofa.

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Taglist - @luminousbeings-crudematter @griffmon @southernbluebellereader

This is the throne - I need it for my vanity tbh lmao

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Love Languages

141 and Konig as the five love languages <3

Including: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Cap. John Price, John "Soap" Mactavish, Kyle "Gaz" Gerrick, and Konig <3

Warnings: Headcanons with a small drabble,

Mostly fem and Afab reader, cute stuff !! I think I made Price's a little longer because I am SO in love with that man. These are based off of my own impressions! Small descriptions of social anxiety and a small panic attack in Konig's blurb. Little suggestive. Not proofread :D

Kyle "Gaz" Gerrick

Gaz likes to show his love through words of affirmation.

I imagine as Gaz as someone who's extremely comforting and vocal about his love for you. Whether it's to the world or just you, it's your preference.

Not a day goes by without him looking at you and giving you a compliment on how perfect you are.

"You look radiant in the sun right now, you know that?"

"Baby, that color looks gorgeous on you! Why don't you wear it more often?"

ALWAYS expresses how thankful he is for what you do and the effort you put into things.

"This dinner is delicious, you did perfect on the seasoning."

"You worked so hard today babe, do you wanna rest?"

Love letter type of guy idc

Every special romantic event (Like your anniversary or valentines), he never fails to write a beautifully spoken letter about how much he loves you, recalling some of his most fond moments and memories and reminding you how you're the most perfect one for him.

If he's gone especially long, the night before he'll always leave little notes around the house for you to find, so that he can complement you even when you're not physically there.

Waking up with a yawn, you find yourself disappointed at how cold the opposite side of the bed is, a reminder that Gaz wouldn't be home for a few months due to a mission he was sent on.

The sun doesn't seem to leave you or your tired self alone, however, so you muster up the energy to rise to your feet and start off the day with basic hygiene before figuring out what to do on your day off. The trek to the bathroom slightly wakes you, the cold floors slightly wakening you before the fluorescent bathroom light shines bright in your sight.

Reaching over to grab your toothbrush, you couldn't help but notice a bright orange sticky note, made into a heart shape, with Gaz's neat handwriting centered in the middle. A small flutter in your chest, and a giggle escapes your mouth as you read on the note:

"I love your big, beautiful1 smile!"

John "Soap" MacTavish

Ugh. This beautiful. hulky. Scottish man.

I see him as a gift giving kind of guy.

Like whenever he's out on a mission abroad and he ends up having a little spare time he'll always find something for you, a cute top in your favorite color or food and candy he thinks you'll like. He's always thinking of you wherever he is and can't help but want to bring you things home to make up for not being there.

Always keeps note of what you have been eyeing or needing, got you a fancy moisturizer from a mission in Korea since you had been complaining about your current one not working well enough in the winter.

Takes you out on shopping and dinner dates often, whether it's at a mall or a thrift store, Michelin star or McDonalds, he doesn't give a fuck if it's for you.

Looooves just spoiling the absolute fuck out of you.

"Babe do you want this? Are you sure? It's all on me today you know that right?"

"If you're hungry you should be gettin' whatever you damn please. I'm paying and there's no limit to you.'

Loves getting you flowers, one time took a whole goddamn class about rearranging bouquets (he was one of very few men in there and his mohawk made him stand out quite a bit).

He's one of those mfs that gets different flowers and extras from Trader Joes and REARRANGES THEM. HIMSELF ARGGGGGGG.

Hair. Makeup. Outfit. Outfit? What were you going to wear?

Fishing through what felt like an endless wardrobe, you searched and searched for the perfect outfit for your outting with Soap, only to be met with a dead end.

"Sweetheart, I'm home!! I have something to show you!!" Your husband's booming voice is heard from the entrance of your home, and a crawling sense of defeat comes over your back as you plop onto your shared bed.

"Honey? Can I come in?" Soaps voice, a lot softer than before, travels through the door followed by two quick knocks.

"Yes, John, this isn't just my room y'know."

He comes in, bright smile and excitement painted across his features with a bag in his hand. "I got you something for us to wear on our date night tonight." His hand digs through the bag, rustling around to grab a beautiful floral patterned dress, perfect for the warm breeze that was starting to settle in due to it being the middle of summer. A soft smile appears on your face before you get up and give your husband a bone crushing hug.

"Oh Johnny, it's perfect. I was so lost on what to wear tonight and you just seem to solve all my problems."

"That's not even the best part..." He dives into the bag again before revealing a button up shirt- similar to the one's dads would wear on vacation, matching the exact pattern of the dress in your hand.

"We're matching?" "We're MATCHING!"

Capt. John Price

Quality time kinda man. I want him so bad.

Price definitely goes fishing and hiking and all that do dat. I can see him going for a week cabin camping in a rural area and just spending time with his lovely partner.

I also see him having a dog to be able to bring out or go on small walks around the neighborhood with.

I just think he enjoys going on small walks and being able to talk to you while enjoying the nature and appreciating his normal life with you and his dog <3

Going on camping trips and hikes give him a good outlet to really relax and be more comfortable, so he takes that time to have with you whenever you can.

Whether it's snuggling in a cabin for a little more warmth or watching the sunset together, Price always loves to have you near him. Not even needing to talk, but just to bask in your presence and think about how much he loves you.

Finds excuses to be around you just a little bit longer

"Do we have to leave the bed yet? I finally got comfortable again.."

"Oh, your favorite song came on. Guess we'll have to go for another loop before we get home."

If he has work needed to be done at home and you do too, he'll set up the living room as makeshift office spaces so that you two can work together in a quiet and comfy space together with some snacks and drinks to keep your appetite up until dinner.

Breath slightly ragged, your bags drop the second you step foot in front of the cabin.

"Here love, let me grab those for you." John swiftly picks them up in a smooth motion, as if predicting your movements from previous stays.

Normally, you two stayed at cabins that had a hike or trail nearby to do after you got there, not one where it took you a hike to get to the cabin. Not expecting such an intensive trail, you were physically worn from trudging through muggy hills and damp grass, wanting nothing more than to peel off your clothes and dive into the lake.

It was almost as if John had read your mind, coming back out with two towels and a small bluetooth speaker already connected to your phone, ready to play your favorite music.

The sun was starting to lower but the heat still hadn't seem to let down, or maybe it was just how John stared at you like the only thing that existed in the universe. Despite being married for so long, he never failed to make you burn up in embarrassment.

"Would you like to go into the lake with me? Wash up and watch the sunset hm?" He has a teasing lilt to his voice before pawing at the hem of your shirt, swiftly tugging it off after hearing a hum of your approval.

It wasn't long before you were both in the lake, swimming around and floating before noticing the light progressively start to dim. John catches you around your waist for a searing kiss, his beard tickling your face as you smile against him.

The sunset looks beautiful on him, you think. Blue Irises catching the gold and pink light perfectly as they settle onto yours. Your hands are on his chest and his are wrapped around you and the soft ripples of the lake are all you can hear.

No words are needed as you watch the sun go down, head on his chest while his head rests on yours, coddling each other as the sun slowly disappears beyond the mountains, waiting to grace you and John for another day.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Acts of service nnngngnngng

Oh my god he just plagues my mind. All the time.

Simon struggles a lot with words, and it takes him time to warm up with physical touch, but what he's been good at from the get go is acts of service.

He understands your stress from not being able to do certain things, or how motivation can stop you from doing things you want to do, and he isn't afraid to lend a hand if it means it'll make you happier

Keeping busy also gives him peace of mind, while liking solitude, sometimes he just needs something to do so that he doesn't feel like a useless wad of meat.

He'll always remember to plug your phone and laptop in, tuck you in with an extra blanket like you always do, and on the occasions he's home before you are, he'll make sure the house is spotless before you get home.

"I organized your bookshelf while you were gone. I did it how you normally did but if you need anything changed let me know."

"I dusted and found a couple things in hiding, I wasn't sure if you wanted to put them away or if we should just throw 'em in a junk drawer."

ALWAYS keeps his word about helping you with something no matter how big or small. You need butter on toast that's almost done? Of course. You need the entire kitchen reorganised? He's on it. Fatigue never gets the best of this man when it comes to helping you and relieving your workload.

Makes you breakfast in bed. Gives you massages.

The wafting smell of syrup and bacon fills your nostrils before you could even register the click of your bedroom door, alerting you that your boyfriend had come back in. Simon stood near the doorway, holding a small table with beautifully plated breakfast, just for you

"Goodmorning love, how'd you sleep?" his husky voice reverberates in your soul and your lungs fill with the smell of pancakes and you can't help but sigh in contentment about how perfect Simon is and how happy you were in that moment.

"Amazing, thanks to you. I'm so glad you're back. You didn't have to do that for me y'know." Simon strides over to you, gracefully placing your breakfast in front of you and moving to sit nearby, grabbing the remote to put on your favorite show.

"I know." A simple response, but meant so much as you lean over and peck his cheek. Once. Twice. Thrice, before he turns and kisses you properly on the lips. He tastes like strawberries and syrup, similar to what's plated on your plate right now.

"Seems like someone did a little taste teste before coming up."

"Of course, always make sure everythings perfect for you. Deserve it." A soft smile graces his features before leaning in to kiss you again.

Konig

Ugh my big bear, he shows his love best through physical touch.

He's just so jittery and nervous sometimes, and something about you is just like a natural stress ball.

He finds himself holding your hand whenever he's nervous, a habit he subconsciously picked up after you had held his hands during a small panic attack.

your soft skin soothes him, thumb brushing over your knuckles as you read a book

He can't help but want to tug you in and embrace you every time you're around. You're just so huggable and he can't help but wrap his arm around you, knowing you feel safe enough to let him do it, giggling, even, as he does so.

Gives you small pecks around the house, when you wake up, when you turn a corner, when you're cooking, when you're changing, he always finds a way to sneak another kiss in, a chuckle following not long after seeing your reaction, because he always catches you off guard and loves keeping you on your toes.

In public, it's a little more toned down, but it's still there

If his hands aren't in yours, then it might be settled on your shoulder or waist, sometimes he plays with your hair when you're idly standing for whatever reason, braiding small braids you'll find later when you look in the mirror later.

Konig was nervous. There was so many people and the chatter was so loud and he was definitely socially overstimulated. He felt like the walls were caving in and he could feel it on his throat-

A touch, it's soft, warm, on his hand, he feels his body relax before his mind does and he's darting his eyes over your figure. Your eyes bore into his, kindness gleaming through your eyes as you tilt your head.

"Hey big guy, ready to head home?" Konig thinks you might be an angel, before confirming that you are in the way you whisk him away to your shared car, steady pace and lighting making it seem like you're leading him to a promised land.

And heaven it is alright, in your shared room, where you're curled up against him and he's embracing you while some sitcom plays in the back. His free hand twiddles with your hair as he listens to your soft voice hum a familiar tune, probably some song you heard on the radio. You're facing him, one hand on his chest and the other draped around his waist. He feels giddy. You make him giddy and excited in the way that makes him happy, not nervous. He loves you and he feels like melting into your touch.

Konig doesn't realize he's been staring at your lips the entire time, and definitely doesn't realize he's leaning so far in for a kiss from you, it's not until the small giggle escapes your lips and he can feel your breath that he realizes he was leaning in, but he doesn't back out. He doesn't have time to before your lips are slotted against his, and he's melting all over again before grabbing your waist and pushing for more.

My first real tumblr post and it's cod... no regrets tehe

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— You're safe.

Pairing: yandere alejandro x gn reader

Summary: Alejandro comforts you from a trauma-related panic attack after he comes home from a mission.

Warnings: themes of ptsd, mentions of SA, crying and anxiety; a lot of comfort with this man that was needed <3

A/N: this was written after I had a panic attack a few days ago. Hope you enjoy :].

Please tell me if these translations are wrong. While I did use Google translate- I don't trust it.

You couldn’t stop hiccuping — not after smelling their perfume. Their breath. Their fog of abuse and drenched horror. The musk of tobacco weaved in.

Your scars reopened. Bleeding and tearing. The beating and battering. The yelling and crying. 

Memories raced throughout your mind. They remembered your fears, your weaknesses, the lack of control, and helplessness amid someplace that should feel safe.

Rocking back and forth, you kept pressing your knees to your chest, shaking your head with the beatings of the drums; connecting your soul with the music.

You felt blood dripping from your nose, onto your arms but you didn’t care. You couldn’t.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, cooling your heated face. Why did your chest have to hurt so bad?

“—Crying?”

You squeezed your eyes closed, wincing as you heard its voice. The voice of the monsters of the damned. Its voice was there. Haunting you just like they said. They didn’t listen to your sympathy, the freedom you begged for.

“—Love?”

Suddenly, a gentle hand was put on your shoulder, causing you to scream and throw yourself backwards. 

“Don’t!” You cried out before pushing yourself against the bedroom wall, shifting to your side so your back was shown, hoping it would hurt less with the marks that were about to happen. 

Hyperventilating, you could only hear a voice — but a voice that was calming. Recognizable. A good recognizable. Telling you that it’s safe. That you could come into its arms and cry. Get comfort.  

“Mi amada, It’s me. Alejandro.” He kneeled in front of the bed, peacefully showing his hands. 

Looking behind you, you saw his face. Alejandro. You’re Alejandro.

The man that you loved and adored. You’re safe. At home. With Alejandro. Nobody else was here.

You could feel the invisible snake tightening around your stomach, threatening you with its coils. Telling — reminding you to never ever tell anyone. 

You mouthed, trying to speak but all came out as nothing. Sounds only escaped when he grabbed your wrists, pulling your form into his chest.

“Ven aquí, mi amor. You’re hurting yourself.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you clung to his uniform as the whispers from the abyss got louder. Escaping. That’s all you wanted.You wanted this to stop. The flashing images. The laughing — the scars and blood itched.

“He’s not here. It’s not real. You’re safe. With me.” 

“But, it’s - real. I can feel the–”

“–He’s gone now. Nobody will hurt you again.” His hands cupped your cheeks, wiping the blood off of you. His hands weren’t yanking or pulling. They were gentle, warm- comforting. They were soft and careful. Loving towards you.

“I promise you, cosa dulce. Nothing will hurt you.” 

You pulled your arms around his neck — feeling the ground swallow you both as you clenched his shoulders tightly. Closing your eyes tightly, you shook in fear.

Exercise. Deep breathes. Ground yourself. Look around. Count your scars and marks.

He rubbed your back, kissing your neck and jaw as he lifted and carried you. Tears were still falling, and the tightness of your chest exploded. Everything was healing. Going away. Just slowly. 

Alejandro hushed your sniffles, calmly stroking your back as he set you on top of his lap. “Those thoughts can be scary but you’re safe.”

You put your hands beside your head, shaking it. Not believing everything. You were safe? 

His smell weaved in. Taking over the horrible, horrible one. His addictive and calming musk. You kept your eyes shut, fearing if you opened them. You’ll see them.

“I thought you were - I don’t–” You hiccuped out, yet you couldn’t form a sentence without your body shaking and crawling.  You shook your hands as if they were wet and you were trying to dry them — shaking off the sweat. The tears. The blood.

“Can I hug you?” He saw you nod. Almost hesitantly. He grabbed your body, pulling it closer to his as he rested your head against his neck. His arms surround your back, shoulders, and waist. 

“Deep breaths, can you do that?” He asks, placing his forehead against yours, fingers drawing shapes onto your arms and legs. 

“I– don’t know,”  

“Hold my hands” He gives them to you, grasping yours as squeezes them twice — alerting you. Telling you were okay. You’re safe. With him. Nobody is here but you two. That they weren’t here. Nobody was. 

You breathe in. Breathed out. Feeling his chest rise and lower. Counting how many seconds in between.

“You’re getting better,” Alejandro stated loudly after a few minutes had passed.

You responded by shaking your head at his statement: “I thought I was getting better- getting over–” You hiccuped out, not daring to move or lift your head to look at the man holding you.

It hurt. Admitting your worst fears. Especially to a man of wisdom and strength.

Alejandro frowned. You could feel it on your skin.

“You’re doing the best and–” He kissed the side of your head, “–I’m proud of you. It’s hard. I can see you trying - I do and I'm so fuckin' proud of you.” 

The corner of your lips twitched. Feeling his fingers and arm pulse and trace your skin that’s littered with scars and marks. Your eyes open for him, feeling safe. Licking your lips, tasting the blood and chapped lips. 

Chest still hurts. Body was still shaking and sweating. You were hot, too hot. 

“My clothes’, ” You murmured, started picking at them, which he very quickly pieced together.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you feel embarrassment rise.

“Hey,” He soothed, grabbing your chin to look at him, “What do you wanna do?” 

You hesitated. Was this a trap?

“I'm not here to judge, love.” He cooed, kissing the corner of your lips, “Whatever you wanna do – we'll do.” 

“Can - we nap?’ ”

 He let out a chuckle, “We can do that.”

Alejandro doesn’t add more, preferably taking off his clothes and getting back into bed with you. Still touching and holding your hand. Drawing small hearts on your body and palms.

“I’m proud of you, love.” 

You wanted to argue. You did. Yell at him that you were disappointed with yourself. But- healing takes time. Even with help. A doctor with a notepad. Giving you medication for help.

Sometimes it was stupid — but what you needed most was comfort. 

He pulls your head onto his chest, kissing your forehead one last time before you followed the soft rhythms of his heartbeat; falling deep asleep in the abyss of safety.

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Notes:

Mi amada: My darling

Mi amore: My love

Cosa dulce: Sweet thing

Ven aquí, mi amor: Come here, my love

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|| Soap + Ghost With an S/O Whose a Lieutenant ||

Tags: Military!Reader, Fluff, Headcannons, Protectiveness, Short

Warnings: None

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

|| Soap

So, despite the gif I used, I'm going with 2022 Soap for this

Which then makes him a Sergeant

Because of this difference, you would have to keep your relationship a secret due to fraternization

Loves hearing about your stressful day and then taking care of you

Loves when you call him your sergeant

Especially loves when the two of you go on missions together

Runs the risk of him being insubordinate though because he is less likely to listen to you and more likely to challenge your authority

A strong word will put him back in his place, however

Tries to get Price to put the two of you on missions more often

Always flirts with you on missions, causing you to have to reprimand him

The two of you always have each other's backs, though

|| Ghost

Since he himself is a LT., your not very likely to be put on missions together

The two of you talk shit with one another about the rookies

Power couple fr

The two of you yelling at Soap lol

Super protective of one another

Rookies fear the two of you

If you have small wounds, you patch them up together

Your one of the only people that he routinely takes his mask off in front of

During work, the two of you are super respectful and professional with each other

Price turns a blind eye whenever the two of you take leave with each other

He ensures that the soldiers under you treat you with the utmost respect, lest they have to deal with him

Overall just a really badass, LT. power couple

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Earth & Oceans (Keegan Russ x Gn! Reader)

A/n: Just a small little Drabble for you anon!

He had always loved the ocean.

Where the salty waves steeled against the midnight sands of his hometown.

The dark earth did its best to brace against the storming waters of the depths, in a constant dance of power and beauty.

Maybe that’s how Keegan came to fall in love with your eyes.

One the dark color of freshly brewed French expresso. Shades of silky chocolate, crumbling earth, and freshly cut timber.

The other the blue color of an angry sky, the clouds as your emotions. It was cooling rainwater to a parched throat, sweet summer blueberries and glittering sapphires.

It was a soothing method after a long day. Just to see the simple adoration flooding from your multicolored eyes into his own stormy gray ones. You were his anchor, a cure to the adrenaline and soreness his body faced after a weathered day.

The ghosts did a profound job of hiding themselves. It’s what ghosts did after all; detour from watching eyes. That was the reason they wore cotton masks and bulks of tactical gear.

Yet as you stand next to him, scouting the perimeter, he can’t help but take in just how easy it was to see you. You were more siren than ghost. You managed to pull him drunkly in, intoxicated on the pure existence of you.

So whenever Keegan P. Russ looked into your eyes, he saw Earth and Oceans.

He saw home.

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GUARD DOG

- El Sin Nombre (Valeria) x M!reader

- Proofread: Not yet

- Genre: Fluff (sprinkle of angst, it’s what I live for)

- Synopsis: M!Reader practically worships the ground Valeria walks on, working the ranks to sit as her second in command. Though in truth, he’s nothing but a lovestruck boy, willing to risk his own life in favour of Valeria’s.

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“Mi alma?” A certain young man calls out, roaming the large premises with one person in mind. Hand against pistol, he searches for the nameless one.

He knew it was dangerous to be roaming the area without cause. Most members did not take kindly to those who wandered. But, his heart decided otherwise as he found himself sat in the elevator, lowering into the basement level of the mansion.

He probably should have known better than to interfere with the bosses work, but he could not live another minute away from her. Valeria stood confident as ever, perched between a small circle of chairs.

In one seat, one of their own sat pleading. In another, a mystery man, unnamed as far as he knew. And within the third seat was a deceased man with a bag over his head.

Of course, despite the intimidating circumstances, the young man dared to admire the goddess before him. His unworthy gaze gliding across her body, silently thanking whatever deity had created such beauty.

She may as well be Aphrodite’s finest creation. One of power and beauty. One that he would sin for.

Like a loyal dog, he obeyed to only her word. Bit at her command and heeled by her side. He was hers, and he could only dream that she would be his. His first, and only, love. His soul.

“Mi alma?” He called once more, now in the presence of the woman he both feared and loved he knew his calls would be heard.

Valeria snapped to face him, brows furrowed in a look of frustration. “Perrito,” he never did understand her choosing of name “Qué estás haciendo aquí?” Though she wore a look of anger, her words held only concern for the younger person.

(“What are you doing here?”)

“Lo lamento,” He frowns, feeling as if he had betrayed the woman “Estaba asustado.. asustado de que estuvieras herido.”

(“I’m sorry, I was afraid.. afraid you were hurt.”)

Her eyes noticeably soften, though she stays placed within the circle. “I know.. pero tengo trabajo que hacer. ¿Puedes esperar un par de minutos más?”

(“But I work to do. Can you wait a couple more minutes?”)

“Sí!” He eagerly replies, happy to obey at the command of his goddess. His person leaves the room, leaving for the area he had previously been sat in. Waiting for the woman to return.

At his departure a certain Scot is left to process the change of information. Noting the noticeable closeness, and fondness, the pair held.

Plans would have to change, considering their target had an unexpected guard dog.

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“Perrito, I told you to wait in here, no?” Valeria scolds, entering the room that held a certain sulking man.

The man pouts, whether consciously or not, scolded by his lifeline for his clingy ways. “I’m sorry, Mi alma.. I thought you were hurt…”

“I know, perrito, I know. But, I don’t want you getting hurt for me, or being involved in this business, sí?” Her words are like a mothers, concerning over a child’s well-being. Warm tone mixed with cold truth.

“I am no child, Valeria. I know the risks of this business, but I want you safe.. por favor, mi alma?” His words prove worthwhile as she nods softly, ruffling the young man’s hair before moving to sit.

“I have work to do, keep watch, sí?”

“Cualquier cosa por ti.”

(“Anything for you.”)

He’s happy to do anything for her, as long as he can stand proudly beside her. No matter the risk. He’s wants to be there for her.

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He didn’t what had gone wrong. Gunshots were firing and shouts were echoing. Their own ‘base’ infiltrated by unknown sources.

He stayed close to Valeria’s side, proving his worth and risking his life to keep her’s. All they needed to do was reach the helicopter before they could be detained, and he was going to ensure Valeria was able to.

Rifle in hand, he made move to shoot at anything that dared fire towards the woman among his presence. He wouldn’t doubt the fact he’d shot few of their own men down, blinded by his own love.

A bullet had lodged itself into his own side, though he refused to stop. They were far too close to quit now. Firing towards the two men claimed as enemy, other unknown shots being fired by a supposed sniper they had.

“Mi alma?” He called back, ensuring the woman was unharmed and well.

“Estoy bien, perrito. Estoy bien.” She calls back, guiding the man towards their chance of escape.

A sense of glee filled the younger male, releasing a partial laugh as they began approaching the aircraft. The thoughts of a joyful future filling his mind as they were within a foots reach..

Only, the moment cut short as another bullet planted itself within his shoulder. Impact alone knocking him to his knees before he fell forwards.

His felt as if it was burning, used adrenaline fading quick. His brows furrowed in a look of confusion and pain. What had he done to deserve this..? Was he not loyal enough? Perhaps he wasn’t thankful enough? Maybe.. he wasn’t enough?

Valeria reached out with a shout, changing her route to aid her soldier. He grunted in disapproval, wanting the woman to have her chance of refuge.

“G-go..” He managed to choke out, knocking away her assisting hands as she placed pressure on necessary points.

“No. You don’t tell me what to do, perrito. I won’t leave you.” Her words sounded as sweet as ever, despite the circumstances. He swore he could happily die here. Within her arms.. within her presence alone.

His visions seemed to be fading, and.. was he always this tired? “Oi, don’t you leave me, perrito. That’s an order.” Who was he to deny her anything. Forcing himself awake as much as possible.

“Mi alma..” His words were hush, nothing but whispers as he spoke “they’re going to get you if you don’t leave..”

“Not without you.”

“Sí, without me.”

A frown pulled at Valeria’s lips, cradling the man’s head close against her chest. “No.. they can have me, but I refuse to leave you alone. My most loyal soldier, my perrito..”

He had to have been hearing things. Seeing things. Such a divine being, blessing him in such ways? Perhaps he had already died.

His eyes felt heavy, like weights beyond his capability. He never was good at heavy lifting.. Slowly allowing them to fall shut in blissful release.

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“Where is he!?” She barked out, breaking her usual relaxed composure as she glared down Alejandro.

“You tell us of the missiles first, then you get your guard dog back.” Graves replies, snarky as ever as he leans down beside Valeria, ridiculing her.

Soap rolls his eyes, stepping forwards with crossed arms. “He’s fine. Alive an’ well.”

Valeria’s shoulders drop, releasing a breathe she had no memory of holding. Hesitant as ever, but wanting to see the young man, she gives in with her own twist.

“I’ll tell you the locations, for a favour of course.”

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“Mi alma?” He calls out softly, opening the shipping container to the sight of his personal goddess.

“Perrito!” She calls back, wasting no time to wrap her arms around the male. Releasing him before grasping his face, checking over for any injuries or damage done. “You scared me so bad, Mi dulce.”

The younger man breathily laughs, handing the woman a gun of her own. “We should get out of here before it gets serious. They’re expecting me to take you to be arrested, but I could never.” He muses, guiding the woman towards their own improvised exit.

“Oh, mi perrito, so very sweet.” She teases, following alongside him as he leads to a ruined wall.

“Sí, of course, mi alma.. I would never do anything to harm you. Only to protect.” He smiles, one of pure joy as they make their leave.

Valeria gives a grin of her own, staring towards the blessing of her own. Her own personal protector, sent from the deities above. Her guard dog.

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Feel like this was pretty rushed, but like, not. Whatever, I don’t know much about Valeria, (I mean, no one does) and though I’ve played the game, I have terrible memory.

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𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑; Part 1

Summary: Having to work with Mexican Special Forces to take down a terrorist group so that they wouldn’t bomb a place and make them chicken nuggets, you had to return to where once you lost the two dearest friends you had…. People that could have been more, if your life worked out differently.

A/N: Reader’s codename “Night” is entirely made up by me…. And excuse my bad attempt at accents.

A/N: Though I’m mew to this… REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR COD: MW2

¹: Do I sound like I’m a newcomer to you, Colonel?

²: All those informations couldn’t have been uploaded to my brain in my mother’s womb, no?

Pairings: Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader x Rodolfo Parra( romantic), Task Force 141( platonic) , hints on GhostSoap

“Ouch, Soap! Come on, be a bit gentle man!”

“If ya stopped fo’ a second, I wouldn’ have to be harsh.” You groaned under Soap’s teasing eyes and Ghost’s irritated yet still soft staring while the plane you three had to take was bringing you to Mexico, somewhere you never thought you would have missed at all. The mission you three took before this was kind of a disaster. The raid in Al-Mazrah and trying to get a hold of Hassan was a hardwork, between the many snipers protecting the building even though there was no one and learning that Hassan already fled out, made all three of you, to put it simply, mad.

Like mad,mad.

Sure, Soap tried to mask it with his god-awful jokes while Ghost just stared at the ground with his usual and deadly, unreadable Ghost-stare, as you called it… You were only able to sit straight thanks to Soap for his help with bandaging your wound on your side and give him a bright smile- one that the team would make fun of since the brightness of it was the polar opposite of your nickname.

All bright and shining smile, on the Night’s face…

Hissing through the slight pain that went through your spine in little electroshocks, you got up and sat down next to Simon, slightly leaning back with your legs kicking the air aimlessly. You didn’t have to talk, and neither of you liked it when one spoke only to crush a comforting silence, you just laid your hand on his thigh with a reassuring smile. You knew the tendency he had, blaming himself for one single failure when he won against many people.  

But the battles he was apparently fighting inside was far harsher and tougher to him.

Ghost really lived up to his name, he was like a ghost. No face, no backstory… And if you weren’t the one of the few that was lucky to gain his trust, you wouldn’t know his real name or that slight show of half of his face whenever he would smoke around you.

Why do you never let us call you Simon, you once asked him while you were eating your sandwich while he was smoking next to you outside. A peaceful night it had been, apart from Price nagging you to eat healthy when the lungs of that man was like a coal. The man you think I am, Simon, is long dead. Here, I’m only Ghost, he gruffly replied to your question after finishing and pulled his hood up while his feet kicked the pebbles, not looking up at your innocent-eating visage that stopped mid-action and a sad pout settled in. You didn’t say much after that, sensing that it was something very sensitive for him…

And though, he still didn’t fully trust you with his story… It was okay as long as he was comfortable around you.

“Get your shit together, bestie! We’re landing soon enough!”

“I’m not your bestie, Night- what the hell does that even-”

“Oh, shit! Look at this, Soap! We’re in Mexico already!” Soap grinned at your enthusiasm while Ghost groaned, a smile staying hidden beneath his balaclava. The Scottish man let out an amused how you seemed happy and excited even after a tough mission and a rough wound, looking down at the green scenery like a kid having her first vacation, but looked out the window anyways, kinda getting where it was coming from.

But the next words that left your mouth made even Ghost look up at you curiously.

“Damn, It’s been a long time since I’ve been back here! Feels like nostalgy…”

“Wait, you… you’re from here?”

“Uhh, kinda? After my parents died, my uncle who used to live close to here, Las Almas, took me in and raised me until I was 14 or something…” your voice got relatively silent in the end and a sad frown rested on your face, a sight that neither of the men had ever seen.

It was obvious that the rest of that story, your story, was gonna get darker from here. It was always like that for everyone in the military, no one really had a good, white-fenced family life…

One way or another, all of the troubled ones got sweeped in the military work.

“What happened then? How did you end up in the USA?” Soap asked the only question that was ringing in both of their heads, thinking-and hoping- that what they thought wasn’t the case.

And knowing this, and seeing it on their hopefull gazes, you turned to look out the window one last time before the plane landed, and a harder look settled in. “He died in front of my eyes, Laswell was there for an operation and tried to stop the one who killed him… Apparently she failed, and as a repentance I believe, she took me in.”

“So you haven’t been here ever since than?” Soap asked curiously when you sat down to buckle up while the plane started to lower down. Your brows knitted, mind racing to find a memory if you had been there but when nothing came, you shook your head as no. “Nope, that’s the first time… Oh, the amount of irritating Spanish jokes I’m going to make to irritate those guys, hehehe…”

Ghost only sighed at your evil cackle, rolling his eyes when Soap’s eye beamed at the idea. And you smiled even wider when his eyes met yours with the same amount of mischief but soon dropped when he eyed you sadly. “I woulda wanted to join, but I don’ know Spanish, lass…”

You grunted angrily, shuffling on your seat that was more like a cat kneading a soft blanket which made him chuckle and ruffle your hair. “Don’t worry, Soap! Spanish isn’t that hard that I’m sure you will learn a few words when we leave here-AND STOP MESSING MY HAIR! JUST BECAUSE I’M IN MILITARY DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T CARE MY LUXUR…..”

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Captain Price, gently caresses their face with so much affection :

Captain Price : I love you, and if anyone touches you I’ll kill them.

Y/N, lays on his chest : Aw, that’s sweet, but you don’t really mean ki—

Captain Price, grabs their chin to look at him :

Captain Price : I will decimate them, wipe their souls from existence, crush their beating hearts into dust, snap their spines into straws to slurp up their wails of pain, I will disintegrate them, I will dissolve them until they rot in a puddle of useless ooze.

Y/N : . . .

Y/N, lowkey turned on :

Y/N : I’m scared, but also oddly touched.

Captain Price, just kisses their forehead : 😚💋

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I just got this idea and I trust your writing the most, I was wondering if you could write ,unless you already wrote this, where the reader steals König or ghost masks or anyone else and their reaction (nsfw or sfw is fine), thank you have a great day :))

König & Ghost's Reaction to their S/O Stealing their Mask

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Dominant Ghost, Dominant König, Territorial Military Men <3, Minor Spoilers of Ghost's Past, Mention of a Size Kink, Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader except 'You.

König

Since he's absolutely massive, the ends of his sniper veil literally reach the bottom of your ribcage.

So when König sees you wear it for the first time, he's absolutely F L O O R E D

We don't call him Size Kink König for no reason.

Goes absolutely feral when he sees you draped in his veil.

Can barely keep his hands off you.

"Maus," he husks, fingers twitching as he reaches for you slowly, cautiously, offering you the chance to go with him willingly.

"You don't know what you're doing to me."

Even without the veil, his eyes are dark, a blackness settling over them that, somewhere in your mind, your intuition, has you seeing red.

Regardless of how innocent your intent when acquiring the mask, none of that matters now.

All that does is the growing bulge in König's pants, the shortness of his breath, and his shadow settling over you as he advances on your path.

"You'll be needing that mask more than I will after I'm done with you."

And when you dare to ask "Why ?" now entrapped – eclipsed – by his frame, he just smiles, thin and sharp. Cruel.

He takes you in his arms, pulling you to him, your face almost crushed into his chest.

He laughs. A low rumble – the promise of a natural disaster.

His nose is to yours covered by the veil, a condescending gesture of his prowess and your submission. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

"Because everyone will get a free show to the fallout of an evening you’ve roped yourself into."

As if to prove his point, his hands are at your wrists before you even notice the pressure he's applying there, binding you, pulling you ever closer to him. And in that second, you know you're not leaving your little stunt – the night – unscathed.

Ghost

Hoo boy.

Okay, it's no secret to anyone who knows Ghost – really knows him – that he's suffered a lot of hardship throughout his life, hencewhy he is the way he is.

Which others may construe as cold, heartless – even soulless.

But that's only because Simon has lost so much.

So when he comes home to find you in one of his masks, smiling up at him (he can tell by the way your eyes crinkle), he's immediately whipped.

And I mean W H I P P E D.

To see the one person he can truly call his own wearing his gear is something he didn't know he needed until now.

Sure, he's seen you in his shirts, but this felt different. More intimate.

Your face was where his usually was, his spectral imprint practically morphed with the contours of your face.

Though it needn't be mentioned, he has a hard time... containing himself.

"Fuuuck me, Darlin'," he rasps, on you like a sickness as he sits on top of you, pinning you to the sofa by your waist.

"Y'look better in that than I do."

And you smile. Something intentional hidden within.

"Hmm... I doubt that." You can feel Simon's body heat rocketing beneath his clothes.

"You know I can't resist you when you wear it."

And that's all it takes to send him over the edge.

You hear his breath shake as he rolls into you ever so slightly, still restraining his whole weight to keep you intact. Something began to prod your abdomen.

"Oh, you're in for it now," he tells you. There is not a single hint of fallacy to his claim or his expression – one of barely stoic restraint.

"You won't be able to do much of anything by the time I'm through with you."

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Posts marked with (NSFW) and any AUs will be labeled accordingly

König

Glutton (NSFW) By @mykneeshurt

Alejandro Vargas

Your safe Yandere By @yandere-kokeshi

Keegan R. Pruss

Earth & oceans By @ghostkeegan

Valeria

GAURD DOG By @jimmy-j-james

Multiple

Scarred but masked By @gyarunie

Abo Au Alpha presenting to omegas By @simonrileyscockring

Black widow like s/o By @mykneeshurt

Reader that is immune to spice By @task141xyn

Stealing their mask (NSFW) By @sweet-as-an-angel

Lavender haze By @apathetickun

Once lost, now found part 1 part 2 By @unabashednightmarepizza

Ghost and soap with an s/o who is a Lieutenant by @hina-hina

Love languages By @myaskimchi

141 MEETING PRICE’S HEAVILY TATTOOED & PIERCED S/O By @issdisgrace

Pics

Stray dog sketch By @doggoboigaugau

Price and his kids falconry au By @hurrraaid

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Call of Duty

Posts marked (NSFW) contain smut and any AUs will be labeled accordingly.

König

Pain kink with König (NSFW) By @sprout-fics

Alejandro Vargas

I'm Yours By @lethalchiralium

Alejandro... By @freestyle-crocodile-trashpile

Stay with me Part 1 Part 2 By @shyerue

Trying to court his crush By @ghosts-bandwagon

He's Charming Male reader By @n0cturna1-m3

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost being married to soap's brother Male reader By @gatorbites-imagines

His Goddess By @lazybutsmexy

S/o that is bigger and scarier Male reader By @gatorbites-imagines

Opposites Attract Male Reader By @crazymr

Lighter Part 1 Part 2 By @yjhariani

Captain John Price

First sight Monster au By @gonjie

Together Forever Male! reader By @mlmxreader

Wife! Reader + TF 141 family headcanons By @imaginesheaven

Caring By @lethalchiralium

Johnny "Soap" McTavish

Milk (NSFW) By @merc1lessplay

Wounds Gore @mackjlee9

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Wife! Reader By @angeliccloud

Keegan R. Pruss

Simping over his wife By @graysnetwork

Ivan Makarov

Monarch of the ashes By @apathetickun

Alex Keller

Alex kneeling for 141 sweetheart By @hunterbunter3000

Pups By @mlmxreader

Bootnecks Male reader By @mlmxreader

Multiple

Boys with an s/o who stutters By @freestyle-crocodile-trashpile

Cod x m/reader who is very small yet very strong By @jwjwjs-stuff

Reconnecting with the boys By @callofdudes

Sweet like Sugar By @isabella-kr

Confessing to 141 + Vaqueros By @callofdudes

141 + Los Vaqueros with a southern!teammate Male reader By @skylarsblue

Bite (NSFW) By @questionable-smartass

the CoD boys react - !141 Reader new tattoo By @loadedberetta

A fate worse than death part 1 part 2 Male Reader By @freestyle-crocodile-trashpile

Scar faced Male reader By @kawasama

Male reader with burn scars By @gatorbites-imagines

MW2 x Russian Speaking! reader By @altbite

141 + more with a reader who has tattoos By @gardeningtool4skullboy

Sugar daddies Price and Graves (NSFW) By @crimsonbubble

Being Alex's twin headcanons By @imaginesheaven

Poly! Alrudy Male reader By @prismuffin

Reader with litchenberg scar By @ghosts-bandwagon

Reader with Iron deficiency anemia By @ghosts-bandwagon

S/o that can speak 9 langs. By @mirae-rae

Slasher au Ghost x reader x König By @harveywritings92

Falcon! Reader By @brainrotcharacters

Bar owner reader By @imaginesheaven

Do the tags stay on in bed? (NSFW) By @soapskneebrace

Dog Tags By @tacticalanklebiter3000

Sharing Part 1 Part 2 By @ratsandclocks

Pics

part 14 | ghost/könig feat. soap private lesson By @bluegiragi

Smoke Break By @valiants

Monster au intros 141 By @bluegiragi