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on my knees 🎀💕

SOAP “NAUTILUS” SKIN 🧼 🧬

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I know you mean good but fat girls can also break easily. I also don’t mean to sound rude or offend you but it’s rare for fat girls to be 6 foot, I know you might be fat and 6 foot but it’s pretty rare. I think most people stick to petite girls in cod stories because it would be scary if they gave reader their sweater and all the sudden reader fits or barely fits in it and it only works as a crop top on them. And please try to remember just because their fat doesn’t mean they aren’t clean fat girls bathe too and do their eyebrows too they aren’t slobs. Fat girls can break when they get laid and yes I believe they also will jiggle around in the process so please try to be mindful when bringing up cod guys with a fat girl

??? hello ?

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hey sweeties i haven’t died yet i’m just very busy ! i see the asks and i love them. feel free to send more if you feel like you’d donate some ideas to me :3

also i might be starting to work on something a bit longer that all of you og mw2 people will looooveee check tags for a bit of a spoiler >< my first time trying to write a proper fic so give your girl some time. thank you for the support loves , xoxo bub

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is it just me or sometimes in the new modern warfare games they gave soap thick and short eyebrows and sometimes they gave him thinner and longer and just overall cuntier brows ??? he looks like a whole diff person in every scene lol

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nerd!könig and nerd!you ending up in his room because you were the only one that ever understood his jokes and references, and he has been planning to take you and make you his for months now! and when an opportunity finally came up he immediately took it — you two were just supposed to work on a group project for a history competition together but things took a turn and maybe the project didn’t even seem all that interesting anymore!

you looked around his room — the map of europe, flags and posters of metal bands hung up around his room. it looked so similar to yours, especially because you had the same call of duty world at war poster up on your wall! there was some withered skeleton of an old game console on the ground, you almost stepped on it when walking inside for the first time. and when you asked what it was he just shushed you with deep breaths and told you that he got it for basically free at a flea market and he was going to mod it. so fun!

your lips first touched when he showed you the huge piece of cardboard he had bought from the same seller as the console, he said it was a little dusty but it’ll do the job for the project. and you leaned above the brown, slightly hard material with a paper tissue to try to dust it off a tiny bit, but he just pulled your chin up and captured you in a slightly unstable and shaky little kiss. your cheeks were soon burning up with a bright blush, your hand instinctively tossing the cardboard off his bed and pushing yourself up towards one of his pillows, back brushing against the headboard.

a few more shaky kisses later he was already all up in your panties, thick fingers tugging the cotton underwear off of you so he could finally get that dessert he had been craving for such a long time! he was surprised to see such a pretty, wet pussy just ready for him, immediately diving in with his tongue and eating you whole, alive.

his tongue was lapping at your folds, slurping and making disgusting sounds as you threw your head back, your hair brushing against some flag that was hung up on the wall. you whined quietly when you felt him suckle on your clit, the puffy and swollen bundle of nerves more sensitive than ever. your hands could never ever get you this much pleasure, at least when you tried it never happened! it was so messy, saliva was dripping down from both his chin and your thighs, strings of it coating your entire lower half. he whined quietly into your cunt too, hips bucking against the bed for some traction as his boner was starting to get painful down there..

he thought that the only reason you allowed him to eat you out like this was because he had caught you off guard and you didn’t want to stop him, but the truth was that your pussy was already getting wet the second you saw those pretty airsoft guns thrown onto the floor in the right corner of his room.

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plsss i need a continuation of that quickie with !09 ghost fic 😭 like i need angst, ghost immediately ignoring reader after getting caught out of sheer embarrassment and a need to “protect” reader from himself I NEED IT

jk its up to u if u want to write it, its okay if not 👨‍🦲

oh my god yes ! i see this ! thanks for the idea love ! press the button for the angsty (no comfort ……..) sequel to this fic ! ><

roach stood there in the doorstep, the usb stick almost falling out of his hand because of how much his fingers were starting to shake. his brain refused to take in the fact that he had caught his lieutenant and a fellow sergeant basically doing the deed when they were supposed to be working. his head went dizzy and he looked down in shame, cheeks lighting up with a bright shade of pink — though nobody could see that because he pulled his mask up.

simon looked at you in the eyes, shaking his head in disappointment. you two stayed like that for a few seconds, his pants pulled down to the middle of his thighs and you just pressed against the wall. you could feel him grip your hips a little tighter, his touch becoming a little shaky as he eventually set you down to the floor, your back sliding along the rough wooden wall.

you didn’t know what to think of the situation. why was simon shaking his head like you were the only one guilty in performing this little stunt? why was the look in his eyes so full of disappointment and not guilt or embarrassment? it was like this whole thing didn’t even faze him at all — it had the same effect as a knife being stabbed right into your heart, and just for some more dramatic outcome, even twisted two or three times.

the shaking sergeant’s boots made a small little sound as he turned around and quickly walked down the stairs in silence. great. ghost quickly pulled up his pants, buckling his belt as fast as he could and zipping his gray wool pullover as quick as possible. he seemed mad and angry but you couldn’t really get why it was all directed towards you. yeah, sure, you’re neck deep in this pile of shit as well but it takes two people to kiss! and it takes two to have sex! and it takes three to get caught!

“we’re fucked..” you muttered under your breath, not exactly knowing what to do right now. you wanted to ease the tension somehow but the air was thick and warm and it was suffocating because of the weight it put on your shoulders.

“only you are.” he said lowly.

“great pun. what now-“

“it was not a pun.” he hissed. then why would you be the only one who’s in the mud right now? you looked at him with a confused expression on your face, the traces of your previously apparent dark red blush slowly fading away as your body temperature was finally cooling. it was a quick switch.. “you’re gonna be the one stuck with the title lieutenant-fucker.”

“oh come on. sanderson’s probably not going to talk for like a week now anyways. and it’s not like he’s going to tell on you, he’s practically your little brother, no-“

silence struck the rotten room once simon’s radio went off, a few slurred words and some incredibly deafening static echoing from the walkie talkie. it sounded like roach was on the other end of the line (who else would it be?) and just like you predicted, he was struggling to form his sentences, brain fuzzy as he was desperately asking for help through half-words. you managed to catch a word about general shepherd, your brain immediately ‘sobering’ up — the mission was still very much going. it did not end. you were the only one that was stuck on this point of getting caught in the middle of some quickie.

and without saying a word, ghost was already running down the stairs with his rifle in his hand, leaving you behind like you weren’t just as important (according to ranks..) as sanderson was.

it seems like that day became thin air to your lieutenant.

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you and soap coming home from a concert and he was already so touchy on the taxi ride back home. he smelled strongly like alcohol and when you kissed his lips the only thing you could feel besides his sweet saliva was the heavy taste of low-quality beer he got because it was even cheaper than water at one of the little stores.

and the second the door to your flat opened, you were already pressed up against the wall, hungry lips attacking yours while he was pressing a knee between your thighs to keep them spread. you could feel johnny practically shaking, sweat drops rolling down his forehead as it seemed like this man was quite literally in heat whenever he drank a bit more alcohol than what was usual for his system.

his clothed cock was desperately rubbing against your soft panties, precum staining the fabric of his boxer briefs as he simply couldn’t take it anymore at that point. he didn’t even care that he was making a mess in his own pants because there was a huge chance he couldn’t even feel it himself! what a dumb man.

just a minute later he was already tugging his underwear down, his hard cock springing up and against his stomach as at that point he was basically erect to the point where it was starting to hurt. what does alcohol do to this man? but that’s besides the point. he rushedly pulled your panties aside, quickly pushing the flared head of his angry dick inside your slippery wet cunt.

you two fucked like bunnies, lips always connected in a shaky kiss but it always got broken because either one of you always had to snake in a moan or a whimper. johnny was whimpering too! what the hell. he was pumping into your pussy like there was no tomorrow, cock slipping out at like every third thrust because he was trying to be so quick with finally reaching his high. that doesn’t mean that he didn’t care about you — it was just that he needed it so bad!

and when it slipped out for the millionth time in the span of just two minutes he came as soon as the cold air hit the sensitive tip of his member, thick ropes of white cum shooting at your thighs. he groaned into your mouth so painfully — does this count as a ruined orgasm? his hips kept on thrusting into the air instinctively like his head was completely empty.

what a man. and this man is a fucking solider in the sas! what the fuck!

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letting your captain hit because you felt so guilty about him being so alone. you knew this wasn’t exactly a good thing to do and that you were definitely on the wrong path.. but when you saw captain mactavish looking for your gaze every single day at training you knew this was already long lost. you promised yourself you’d never catch feelings and that this would only be something you did out of fun and to make him feel a little better about all the shit in his neck, but..

you knew he talked to ghost and roach, and he also had people like worm and the others, guys that he considered friends, comrades, you name it. but you weren’t a friend, that’s for sure — you were someone that just sometimes ran out with the rest of the reserve squad when they needed more armed people for a mission. you weren’t important at all, you could have died at least fourteen times already when you were deployed, it just showed that you weren’t even good at your job either.

one sentence was already able to make you surrender to him and melt; “how was your day, munchkin?” and it felt so bad to give in to him so easily.

but when he came into your room and told you how he saw you try your best today. when you saw his head peeking into your room after a mission, face paint running down on the side of his head as the sweat and rain had made the black lines turn into liquid again, dripping down. you spent so much time admiring him, not just as a person who was above you, your higher-up but also as a man.

getting lost in your thoughts was always routine while he had his head between your legs, your fingers tugging at his mohawk, pinching and twisting strands of his hair while you were slightly trying to squirm away from his tongue. his pair of strong arms kept you tightly pressed to his nose, though, the tip of it bumping against your clit every single time he somehow licked deep inside you like you were nothing but that ice cream he had been craving ever since he got deployed again. that tongue did wonders and you were the one that knew that the most.

he held you in your place while you tried to close your thighs up when you were already so close to your orgasm, your entire body lifting up as you involuntarily jerked yourself forward, butt no longer in contact with the bed. he was quick to press you down, lapping at your folds and eating you out like you deserved it when you knew you didn’t. a pathetic solider you were, not even respecting the basic rules of the military and letting your captain eat your pussy.

his mouth was kissing your clit every time he quit licking to take a deep breath, looking up to your face every once in a while to see if you were still enjoying it. he knew when to stop, he knew when you were getting too overwhelmed. he knew all of your nerves down there like the back of his hand. he put all of your pleasure high above his, the both of you completely forgetting the fact that in the beginning this was only to make him relax and help him not to go insane.

you thought you were slick with this whole thing, keeping the burning feeling of humiliation and also some faint trace of love (that was somehow stronger than the other one. why?) in your chest hidden, never saying a word about it and hoping it would go away on its own once you return back home and lose every contact with this whole fucking shithole of a military base and the people there.

but a strong feeling hit back at you on a random thursday afternoon when you were just taking out the trash and checking the mailbox — bloodied dog tags of john mactavish shipped to you in just a bubble mailer, a small little note attached to it that you were the only person he mentioned by name in his will.

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set in the 2000’s ;)

young!09!simon always made sure you had everything you could ever ask for, he never wanted to show it to you how much he was struggling. he could be using his last two pounds up to buy you ice cream that day but he would still pull up in his beat-up car to pick you up from school, bad quality radio blasting as he reached over to the passenger side to open the door for you from inside.

his signature sunglasses that he had been using ever since he graduated from high school always covering his deep brown eyes, proud smile on his lips while wearing that pair of oakleys. they were a size too big on his head but you just giggled and told him he’ll grow into them or whatever.

simon was just one year older than you and he took every chance to flex that he wasn’t in school anymore. he told you every single time he saw you how he was a person who was working two jobs and was earning money for himself and you! but he never told you how he had to help pay the bills at home and that was why one job wasn’t enough. you didn’t have to know.

every friday afternoon he picked you up from school because that was his only free afternoon, and he took you somewhere beautiful. he was begging his friend whose father owned a gas station somewhere two cities away from london to lend him some more fuel and he promised he’ll pay it back as soon as he could. he went to cafes to order the cheapest, plainest tea they had and he sat at the table with the most magazines on it, reading through articles made for middle-aged women about pretty places in this area. he spent hours at a gardening store, staring at the photos on the bags of flower seeds so he could grow the prettest one out for you (because seeds were cheaper than getting an actual boquet..).

he just wanted to show you the beauties of the nature around you. he wanted to show you that everything was alright and he also wanted to show you that he cared. you were his everything, you were worth everything.

and after a long walk in some kind of forest far away, after hours spent staring at the long trees just to finally find and read some kind of faintly painted sign for tourists because you two got lost somewhere, the car seat was always the comfiest bed. it was so inviting, you just sat inside the car and laid your head back against the concrete-hard headrest.

“how ‘bout a shake at maccies on the way back home?” simon asked with a small little grin, but you could only shake your head tiredly, exhaustion running through your body. you tried to collect some of your remaining energy to climb across the center console, turning yourself around and placing one knee between his thighs while your other leg was still on the passenger side. you could already see his smile widening and his eyes shining with the most love you’ve ever seen come from a man. the way he looked at you was really something not even cheesy romance movies could nail to portray.

“wa-wait, sweetheart, hold on-“ he chuckled gently while grabbing you by your waist, making sure you landed safely, right into his lap. “what’s up, baby-“ was all he could utter out before you flashed him the sweetest smile he had ever seen before, and then pushing your lips against his right after that. he was so caught off guard that he even struggled to kiss you back for a few seconds, though he quickly realized what was going on and he began kissing you his favorite way — sucking on your tongue softly.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in close as you occasionally broke the kiss to take a few fluttering little breaths and sneak in a few gentle giggles against his sweet lips. in the meanwhile, his palms and fingers were obviously roaming all over your body, mapping it all up for himself like he had done many times before but he could never get bored of tracing and curves. at this point, he could draw your entire body from memory (not like he hadn’t done it before, there were crappy crayon drawings of your pretty frame hung up on his wall).

gentle and warm hands peeled your denim jacket off of you, tossing it aside to who knows where, it couldn’t disappear in this small car anyways. his smile against your lips was huge when his heart swelled with victory, unclasping your bra so easily through your t-shirt — what a talent to have, ladies and gentlemen!

your fingers worked on unbuttoning the buttons under the collar of his striped shirt? you ran your fingertips along the little man riding a horse right above his heart, ralph lauren my ass.. did he read this in some kind of style magazine at the cafe once again? this silly guy. a chuckle left your mouth once again when you realized how much he was actually doing for you, your fingers instinctively leaving the buttons alone and then quickly moving down to the zipper of his jeans, unzipping it while hitting him with a smile that made him feel all dizzy in the head!

setting you free from your shorts, he leaned away for a second, reaching into the glove compartment on the left side of the car, fishing out a box of condoms. he was relieved when he found them there, where else would they be anyways? soft laughs escaped the tight prison of his mouth when he took one out and held it between his index and middle finger, reading the date faintly printed on it — “it’s expired..” he chuckled.

“i don’t care-“

“hm?”

“i said i don’t care, idiot.” you giggled while pulling him in for another kiss, seeing him toss the entire box aside, probably catching him incredibly off guard with your little sentence but his muscles still reacted immediately.

and just one or two minutes later you were already bouncing on his hard cock, lips always connected, if not by tangled tongues then by a thick string of saliva. how nasty! when he realized your thighs were getting sore from moving up and down all the time, he helped you, grabbing your hand that was slipping down from his neck and interwining your fingers with his bigger ones. he bucked his hips up from under you, hoping that it felt good for you.

“fuuuck..” he mumbled under his breath, that cheeky grin never leaving his lips, no matter how much he was melting away at your touch. “so good f’ me-“

and you drank all of his praises up, feeling his veiny length twitch inside of you as he was probably using all of his willpower trying to keep himself from cumming right into you that instant. his head was hitting your cervix when you sat down right on his entire cock, gently moving and swirling your hips while still keeping himself fully inside of your sweet little cunt. you once read on some kind of forum that you should try spelling out ‘coconut’ like this and even though you never really thought it would work too much, you decided to give it a try, moving your body in the shape of the circle-like letters.

he was whining, whimpering even when you were only done with the first two letters of the word, making you giggle so much upon hearing the deep breaths he took and the powerful sighs he let out. “w-what are you doing baby, feels so- so.. good-“ he mumbled out somehow.

“shh.. coconut-“ you whispered, unable to conceal your cheeky little grin.

“what..?” he laughed gently between two moans, his hips bucking upwards desperately as he was probably so damn overstimulated already, the tip of his cock continously kissing your womb. it was too much for him, his brain going foggy and stupid when you resumed your primitive little bouncing on his thick dick, his hands stuttering and clawing at your tight little butt to take handfuls of your soft fat, trying to grab as much as he could. “f-fuck, baby, i think i’ll-“

“si..” you giggled softly. goofy sex every friday afternoon. forgetting about all that debt he had piled up, forgetting about your assignments due monday and forgetting about the windows so obviously fogging up.

it was routine every week until he enlisted.

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Was wondering if maybe we could get something with ghost x reader who’s outrageously terrified of thunderstorms and calls him sniffling and holding back tears asking if he can come over and then screaming as a very loud bang of thunder booms ? If not that’s okay! I love your work anyway🩷🫵

hello anon, i’m not sure if you wanted me to write this in a smutty way or just a fluffy one but i tried my best >_< i changed the story up a tad if that’s okay. thanks for the request ! <3 and sorry for disappearing ! school and sports r taking up my time. ><

you never really thought that a relationship had any benefits besides having someone to come home to, but when your relationship with simon began you had to realize that this whole idea in your head was completely wrong. he wasn’t just a person to come home to.

maybe because you two still didn’t live together. so you technically couldn’t come home to him.. but you almost lived at his place by now. he was for sure so tired of you calling him in the middle of the night, asking him to come over because of something so silly, something so stupid. spiders in the corner, ants infesting the house, no wifi, bad tv signal, or the worst (in your case); a thunderstorm.

you were listening to the sounds your phone made as you called simon with shaky hands, your finger on the red circle as you were sure he won’t pick up this time. you’ve annoyed him like this so many times before, there was no way he would be willing to help you after all of these — or so you thought. you kept a tissue to soak your tears up with close to your eyes, your vision already blurry from the crying you had done earlier.

“baby? what’s up?” his voice was tired and grumpy, it sounded like he just woke up, but you knew that couldn’t be because he never really slept before 4 am. he never did. “everything okay over there?” slight concern. the only thing you could make out of his words was some worry and that’s it. thank God that he didn’t sound like he was mad.

“si. ‘m scared.”

“huh? what is it? ‘s someone there?” he spoke through the phone. “talk to me, baby.” his voice was a little gentler once he heard your silence on the other end of the line.

you sighed almost silently, making sure he didn’t hear the sniffle that you just let out. you felt like a dumb little kid for crying over something like this, but when you heard the faint sound of a thunder bang you immediately knew that you had to speak up. you actually had someone that was worried for you, waiting for you to say something. “just this.. fucking rain and the whole, um.. the whole thing that comes with it.”

“the thunderstorm, you mean?” his feeling of relief was louder than the wind outside. it was like some kind of weight had been pushed off his shoulders. “don’t tell me it’s that again or-“

“it is. i’m sorry to disturb you.. especially at this hour, but..” you sighed softly again, feeling slightly threatened by his last sentence. you knew you had no reason to be worried or scared but the way he worded what he wanted to say sometimes sounded like he was mad at you (you were so wrong!). “could you please come over. please.” it didn’t sound like a question, just a request.

he audibly sighed. oh, he was annoyed!

“i’ll be there in 10. i suppose you’re in bed so.. stay under the blankets, okay?” what a rhetorical question. you wouldn’t survive climbing out of bed when it sounds like the world in ending outside. you couldn’t even roll the blinds down to make the thunders less visible, there was absolutely no way you would step foot outside your bed at a time like this.

and just like he promised, ten minutes later he was already entering your home with his own keys, making his way towards your bedroom as he immediately lay on top of you like a weighted blanket that was alive. he wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding you close to his chest while you still lay under him, completely motionless as he was practically squeezing every last breath out of you. “si..!”

“i’m here, ‘s okay luv..” he mumbled, his voice raspy as he finally let you go. he rolled onto his back and gently scooped you up into his arms, making you fight back a bit and you two ended up in such a position where you were just laying flat on top of him. he chuckled lightly as he felt like he already succeeded — it seemed like you immediately forgot about the thunderstorm outside as soon as he arrived and grabbed you.

the rest of the night was basically the same thing on repeat. soft little movements, your bodies moving in unison everytime either you or him made the silent suggestion to shift positions. he always kept his large palms close to your ears in case a loud thunder were to interrupt the long cuddle-session. the whole thing was just about holding each other close through the whole night and not letting go.

soft little murmurs of how sleepy you are were the only things to be heard now, alongside the loud sounds of the icy rain hitting your window. well, summerime weather is weird.

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university textbooks all over your desk, papers and pens scattered over the floor and unfinished word documents of assignments due in still another month open. the room was silent, the only thing to be heard was the fan of your laptop doing a few spins every once in a while. you always had great grades, you always finished your things on time so today you allowed yourself to have a little treat.

it was already past midnight when you silently got up to close the door of your room. unusual, because you always kept it open, but when you saw johnny smiling at you from your window you decided to close it. not locking, just closing will do — everyone’s asleep anyways.

he was careful when you opened the window for him, making sure that he didn’t make any loud sounds and that he took off his boots before landing on the wooden flooring of your room so that wouldn’t be alarming either. he just gently smiled at you and you nodded, eyebrows furrowed in a way that showed him that you were actually a little worried about this little stunt.

but just a few minutes later you were already forgetting about it because he gently pressed you against your bed, making you sit down on the edge of it. and he was silently kissing you already — you got so embarrassed when you heard the clicking sound your lips made when touching johnny’s. but he just smiled and shrugged it off, completely unbothered.. must be nice!

he laid you down into your bed, stirring up the always carefully folded bedsheets. his fingers were tangled in your pretty hair, he could never get enough of the feeling of your locks between his fingers. he had to keep a hand in that pretty hair of yours even while kissing.

he pulled away for a second, “arms up,” he whispered with a soft little smile on his lips. he freed you from your sweet little pjyama shirt, carefully tossing it aside but making sure that it didn’t get too wrinkled up. a small, excited chuckle left his mouth when he finally saw a part of your pretty body, he was like a kid that just unwrapped his christmas gift. he was quick to lay his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your bare torso while he listened to your heartbeat like a good boy.

his face was warm against your skin, you couldn’t see it but you could physically feel the blush burning up on his cheeks as he tried to nuzzle his head even closer to your collarbones. “silly boy,” you mouthed as he just shook his head (almost flustered!), reaching down and somehow throwing the blanked he had tossed off the bed earlier on both of you.

you felt him shift on top of you a little bit, sliding off of your body and deciding to lay beside you instead, spooning you up. he wrapped one of his arms around your waist while the other was working on unbuttoning his own jeans (you’ll scold him later for laying in your bed in his everyday clothes..) under the blanket. when you heard the soft pop of his button you knew he’ll get to work on you as well, warm fingers sliding your cotton panties off of you.

“you ain’t cold, right?” he asked quietly, his voice barely a weak mumble as you shook your head. it was reasonable that he asked something like this since you were now laying naked just under a blanket and it wasn’t exactly the warmest in the room — especially since you accidentally left the window open when johnny came in. he nodded silently at the sight of your reaction.

“okay, ‘m gonna stick jus’ the tip in and we’ll see, alright?” he whispered into your ear as he made sure you heard him clearly. “squeeze ma’ hand if it stings, okay?” and just like that, he softly rubbed his length along your slit a few times, then he gently pushed the flared head of his cock in, a small part of his length but definitely the hardest to take. you kept your fingers around his hand, and it was almost like he was waiting for you to pinch his skin lightly and to slip your hand out of his but it didn’t happen. you felt the stretch but you also felt his thumb rub against the skin of your hand in a reassuring way.

“would you look at tha’..” he mumbled quietly. “good job, baby.. you gon’ take a bit more or is it enough for ye?”

“tiny bit more..” you managed to breathe out. you felt him shift his weight slightly as he pushed a little bit more of his length into you, starting to gently rock his hips. his little movements sometimes stuttered and you could tell that it was hard for him to remain so still when your pussy was hugging his tip so tightly, but he did it for you. for your comfort.

“good girl. goood girl..” he whispered into your ear, the faint sounds of your wet cunt squelching every time he slightly thrusted into you being the only thing to be heard in the completely silent room. the bed sometimes rocked too, it made a small little sound that you were so embarrassed to hear but it was probably so quiet that it wasn’t really anything you should stress yourself over. it didn’t matter. “suuuch a good girl. my girl.. ‘s okay..”

soft sex. cuddlefucking. he was all here for it.

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how do you teach someone how to love?

all könig knew were violence and guns. he was a cold person but even his heart deserved warmth, as much as his painfully simple brain tried to deny it. so it subconsciousy came up with something in order to defend itself — he fell in love with his assault rifles, he fell in love with his knives and he fell in love with the smell of blood, because that was all that existed in this world for him.

now don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t a bad man..

it was like an electric, never-dying candle was lit up in the middle of a cave when he met you. his brain completely shut off when he saw you. he stared at your face from afar and imagined you lying cold and dead on the floor because that was what he found comfort in, that was what he had feelings for. he knew it wasn’t okay but what could a man like him do about it? his mind was beyond fucked already.

his mind was foggy when he had to talk to you, he could barely utter his words out, or at least that was what he thought was visible to you — but in reality he kept the straightest face ever and was the most serious person when he stood in front of you. he never even realized how emotionless he actually was.

and when he took the courage to invite you over for the first time, he was surprised that you didn’t immediately press him up against the wall and push your hand down his carefully buttoned cargo pants. because that was all he knew — the bunnies he had been with before always did that and he didn’t know how normal people had this thing. he started buckling his belt tighter because he liked the bunnies but not how he felt so small against the wall, in the shadows of them forever.

he felt lost because the only things he was good at were built of little motions he had learned and practiced beforehand, and sex wasn’t like those at all. his coordination was off and his head was dizzy when he realized that he had to be the one to take your clothes off, it was natural to you but not him.

“are you okay?” your voice cut through the silence, you just had to speak up at the sight of his shaking hands.

he just nodded. he couldn’t even squeeze any words out and he wanted to just disappear in shame. he had never felt like this before — it was like he actually had no idea what to do. his mates have joked about this before after a few drinks and he always laughed along, unkbeknownst to everyone that he had never actually been with a woman he loved. bunnies count, bunnies count, bunnies count — that was what he repeated in his mind all the time when he felt embarrassed and confused.

seeing your pretty body for the first time was something he tried to shrug off but minutes later he was just hugging your waist and laying his head on your warm, soft tummy. you swore you could even feel a few hot tears tickling your stomach as he just buried his head into your gentle layer of fat.

you two didn’t have sex that night.

[eastbubble]

you were so silly for thinking that someone from the task force would ever want to talk to you. you, a solider that barely knew anything about how things were ‘up there’.

but they were in tottenham this weekend and you were invited to their conference, what could you do? and when i said that you didn’t think that they would even speak a word to you, i was right — they wouldn’t. he would never say a word to you either, he just silently stared into your eyes like a lost puppy. he. sergeant gary sanderson.

and it was so confusing. your heart was aching because you knew that he was someone from the task force, the best of the best, he would probably be embarrassed to be even seen with you, just like the others ‘of his kind’.

you just sat at the huge table, people in military uniforms sitting around it and you fidgeted with your pen, trying to hide behind the collar of your loose camouflage-print jacket. you wanted to disappear. it was cruel knowing that he was staring at you from the other side of the room. you didn’t even know that his left leg was twitching up and down under the table as he felt just as stressed as you did. his eyes were soft and never intimidating like the other men’s around you.

you were writing pages and pages about him in your diary. you tried to find out information about him, the only thing you knew was his name and the rest of his identity was well hidden because the sas did some really nice cleaning around their men (apparently). his callsign was roach or whatever. stupid.. just like you.

and on their third day of being here, after dinner, somewhere behind the men’s dormitory, right next to some big and dark bush he was just centimeters away from you, the tip of his nose almost touching yours. he didn’t even dare touch you as he had his hands tighty behind his back, aching to hug you tightly but he just couldn’t. he knew he couldn’t, and you knew that as well. and you two have never even spoken a word to each other before.

his gaze was friendly. kind and worried, even, the way his eyebrows were slightly furrowed it looked like he was a little concerned about this whole situation. he looked like a lost little boy, he definitely didn’t look like a person that has killed before and was one of the bests in the sas.

when you least expected it — he gently pushed his lips against yours. kissing. you two were kissing, that was the first thing that ran through your head as you felt like you just got struck by lightning. your body was shaking but judging from the way his arms slowly unclasped behind his back and tried to reach up to hug you, he was trembling too. it was childish and dumb, he didn’t even try to push his tongue into your mouth. but he tasted so sweet. his lips were sweet. can you believe that?

you knew that this was one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done. he’s in fucking task force 141, there’s no way he would even remember who you were by the next day. and you already were sure that you’ll be all heartbroken over this for the next two months.

but the day they left tottenham you found a little note messily stuffed into one of your boots right next to your bunk bed, the handwriting was sloppy and hard to read but you could make the words out — ‘thank you for being my first kiss’.

[eastbubble]

need him SO bad that it’s getting unhealthy. do i write something about him on this mission ??!?!?!?!? yes or no yes or no

[eastbubble]

you and 09!ghost were never really on good terms, things were always frosty and cold between you two. missions kind of connected you guys but that was notning special, it was the same with everyone else on the team so you wouldn’t really consider that extraordinary.. until something happened.

the location was already bad enough — georgian - russian border, what a blessing. a part of the task force was supposed to clear the house hidden in the woods in hopes of finding makarov as this was one of his possible hiding places. you could only hope for the best.

the mission didn’t turn out to be a success, though. the area was cleared and you shot what felt like hundreds of soliders, yet there was no sign nor trace of the man that the whole world was looking for — vladimir makarov. roach was downstairs copying the files from the central computer he found there, but it was taking extremely long and you just couldn’t help but start exploring the house out of boredom.

your heavy gear was sticking to your body like a soaked towel, your body sweaty from all the stress that was put on you. the wooden floor was creaking under your military-issue boots that were so uncomfortable on your feet after such a long day. however, after a while, you heard the sound of another pair of boots knocking against the probably rotten wood, making you turn your head and look up. ghost. it’s ghost.

“impressive. you did really good,” he mumbled under his breath, though he didn’t seem like he was actually serious. to be honest, you didn’t even know what he sounded like when he was dead serious. the balaclava on his face always somehow filtered the tone of his voice and you couldn’t guess what could be going on in his mind.

and the next thing you remember is him pushing you against the wall and slamming his lips against yours, the fabric of the skull-print balaclava obviously being in the way. both of your saliva made a little spot on the soft cotton, and what a funny touch because you imagined your panties looking the same — with a silly little wet spot on it. he held you tightly under your butt with one arm, your back against the wall so it would be easier for him to keep you up in the air.

just like that, he was already reaching down to your panties. unzipping your pants with shaky, gloved fingers as he seemed incredibly desperate. he circled the wet spot on your undies, outlining it with the tip of his finger as a horrible excuse of foreplay. just moments later he was in his pants too, needily taking his rock-hard cock out of his boxer briefs and not wasting any time to pull the fabric covering your pretty cunt aside, almost immediately sliding into you.

it was really weird that he didn’t say anything. it all just happened and it was weird. you laid you head into the crook of his neck, fingers gripping the gray wool-ish texture of his pullover. at first he only slid in with his flared tip but then seconds later he pushed more of his length in, letting you feel the raw veins on his slightly curved length. he was huge and you were sure that he would hit your cervix the moment he bottomed out inside you — and that was why you began protesting with soft little sounds coming out of your mouth, tiny and silent moans of his rank slipping out. not ghost nor simon, not even riley. you felt ashamed that the only thing coming out of your mouth was just “lieutenant, please..”

“ssh, we don’t want roach to hear you downstairs, do we?” he asked almost silently, but you could tell that he was holding back a few gruff grunts too, judging from the way he breathed. “do we, sergeant?”

“no. no, no. but it’s so-“ and you had to swallow the rest of your sentence down because of how you could almost feel his tip leaking inside you with every word you painfully uttered out. it was messy and sticky, the lewd sounds your pussy kept making were basically reverbating off the walls. and it was all dripping down into your panties, small droplets sliding along your slit and soaking into the thin fabric. “nasty..”

“fuck..”

and as soon as he mumbled that curse out, you heard a pair of boots againts the wooden floor — one that sounded identical to your and ghost’s ones. shit. shit!

looking over ghost’s shoulder you had to blink thrice to confirm that what you saw was indeed real. roach stood there in the doorway like a deer in the headlights, his goggles pushed atop of his tactical helmet as you could physically see his adam’s apple bob from how hard he gulped. he held a few papers and an usb memory stick in his hands, fingers shaking as he slightly raised it up in to the air. “it’s- it’s done, sir-“

[eastbubble]

captain mactavish has a thing for pretty girls.. pretty girls like you.

your beauty and kindness was something he never thought would ever deserve (he still thinks he doesn’t, he just doesn’t really give voice to it anymore..). he loved the way you looked at him, he loved the look in your eyes when you scanned his features — because he saw pure love! childish and motherly at the same time. he loved it.

and when he got home from work and saw you taking the pretty pink bow out of your hair, he just had to go there and help. he sat you in his lap and gently combed your hair with his thick, calloused fingers, asking you about your day. you asked him about his too and he didn’t really reply, just made a disgusted face — yeah, it was one of those days again :(

but there was one thing good about that. you knew how to soothe that pain in his chest, you knew how to make it feel okay for at least a few hours.

and just five minutes later he was sitting on the side of the bed, his legs spread as you kneeled between them on the floor, your head pressed onto his crotch area. his fingers were either tangled in your hair or gently stroking your cheek, his head thrown back in silent pleasure. he occasionally let out a little groan or a quiet ‘fuuck..’ under his breath. your tongue was restless, swirling along the tip of his hard length, licking up and down as he held one of your hands, not letting you stroke it from the base. that was just one of the silly things he did, no idea why. you could always tell how close he was from how tight he squeezed your delicate hand, examining your pretty nails in the meantime <3

“sweetheart, don’.. ‘s really sensitive there, fuck..”

[eastbubble]

when you began dating nerd!könig you were so interested in him that you planned conversations early. you did research about his silly little games that he liked playing so much — hell, you even got yourself to play a few matches of war thunder to see what this man was into! :( and when he slightly brought up his interests in a conversation you were already drinking his words, asking him to explain more game mechanics and whatnot (unbeknownst to him that you were already kind of experienced in the game too)..

and when things were going right and one night both of you were in bed, he had his crappy and beat-up office laptop in his lap, the only thing you could see was a huge map of europe displayed on it. he was clicking some things you didn’t understand (you haven’t played this game before, not even for him..) you finally asked him about it.

“it’s hearts of iron, sweetheart.. whatcha know about history, hm?” he asked quietly with a small smile forming on his lips, gently knocking your head with one of his fingers.

you didn’t reply because you knew this was a losing situation, there would be no way that you could earn his praise like this when your head was practically empty whenever you were around him. so you just shook your pretty little head and laid it on his chest, sweet locks of hair escaping from your loose little ponytail while still keeping a close eye on the screen.

and when you didn’t even except it, he gently reached down, slipping his hand under the blanket and began silently massaging your thighs. you saw that this was a game he could easily play with one hand so you weren’t even mad about it, however your focusing session was broken because of this. you couldn’t concentrate on analyzing his game any more, even though you wanted to watch so bad so you could learn a few game tactics to brag about next time!

his fingers quickly pulled the sweet fabric of your little sleeping shorts away, and the only thing he was mad about was that he had to stare at the screen and invade poland with one had massaging your sweet little folds that were already soaked with your wetness, all for him :( he couldn’t focus either, to be honest.