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Gaz with a badass gender neutral!reader.

Especially one that can fight.

The two of you spar one day, the mats barely cushioning your bodies as you wrangle each other. Gaz's back hits the mat and his breath is knocked out of him, but he's already shoving you off and wrestling you until he's back on top.

It's the tension between the two of you, the grunts and hisses that draw the attention of the other soldiers around the two of you. It's hard to tell, the other soldiers think, whether the tension is sexual or violent.

Since you joined, the two of you have bumped heads. Passive aggressive remarks, glares, elbow jabs when Captain Price wasn't looking, things like that. The best way to get out this aggression is on the mat.

You push his head to the side and his body turns with it. After some back and forth pushing and pulling, you're able to wrap your legs around his neck and roll the two of you over. Squeezing your legs together, Gaz finally slaps his hands against the mat three times, signalling his waving his white flag.

He's sure that he's experienced his soul leaving his body. Your thighs squeezing around his neck had his pants feeling tight and he leaves the room quicker than he ever has before.

Safe to say, he's not as averse to you anymore. In fact, you keep catching him stealing glances at your thighs when he thinks you aren't looking.

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Its six in the morning and my eyes are burning from staring at the screen and my old ass phone's keyboard is barely popping up but have some Bunkmate!Ghost.

Smut, smut, very shitty smut. MDNI and all that shit.

You're in your bunk, the top bunk, curled up on your side, arms wrapped around your stomach and hair spread out on your pillow. Your chest rises and falls with slow, even breaths. You're in that state of sleep where you aren't quite awake but also aren't exactly asleep. While your eyes are still closed, you think you hear a noise from the bunk below you. A wet slapping sound, followed by heavy breathing and an occasional muffled groan.

In your mind, you realize that your bunkmate was supposed to get back from his mission earlier today. What you don't realize is what he's doing in the bunk below you.

You make a soft humming noise, your bed creaking as you roll over onto your back.

Movement from the bunk under you immediately stills. Then it starts again, this time faster. Like he's trying to hurry up.

Or is excited to hear that you've woken up.

It takes another minute for you to wake up enough to realize what's happening in the bed below you.

With a startled gasp, you whisper, "uh, lieutenant-"

"either shut up and go back to sleep or join me," he hisses, his order followed by a low groan.

It feels like your body is on fire. You can't tell whether you like it or not.

A normal, sane person would cover their ears with a pillow and try to go back to sleep. Or go to the bathroom for an absurdly long amount of time until they were sure he was done.

Unfortunately, you are not a normal, sane person.

Your one hand, moving on its own free will, snakes down your body and under the waistband of your sleep shorts. Your fingers pull the elastic of your panties, then slip between your slick folds. Your other hand covers your mouth as your eyes flutter shut and hips grind up into your hand. The palm of your hand is pressed against your clit, the pressure deliciously overwhelming. Your middle and ring finger push inside of you, finding that spongey spot that makes you whimper and abusing it.

Biting your lip, your hand leaves your mouth and your thumb swipes over your nipple. Rubbing and tugging them, it's not long until you feel your orgasm blooming deep in your stomach.

In the bed beneath you, Ghost knows exactly what you're doing. And fuck if it doesn't make him harder.

It seems that the two of you cum at the same time, heads falling back on your respective pillows and lungs gasping for air.

Once you've composed yourself, you mumble, "this never happened." Turning on your side, you pull the covers up to your chin and drift back to sleep.

Ghost, however, stays awake a little longer, his mind reeling with all the ways he could change your mind about your last statement.

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Welcome!

Thank you for visiting my page, I hope you like my work!

About Me

My name is Alex and I use she/her pronouns. I started writing in my 7th grade history class because my teacher was had a really monotone voice and I was tired of him yelling at me for falling asleep in his class.

What I Write

Mostly Call of Duty. I haven't really expanded my interest past that (at least fanfiction wise) but if you have any request for another fandom I'll look into it.

A lot of what I write is about Simon 'Ghost' Riley, but I like to write about other COD characters too.

Requests

As of right now, requests are open. Please read my guidelines on what I will and won't write. Any requests that don't abide by my guidelines will be deleted.

Also, don't message me creepy stuff that has nothing to do with writing. Keep that to yourself.

What I Don't Write

Please do not

•ask me to write anything with underage characters or underaged readers. That's really fucking weird.

•ask me to do piss kinks.

•ask me to write non-con. I will do dub-con where the reader has shown interest and ends up wanting it, but I will not write a reader that is being full on raped.

•ask me to write abuse. This shouldn't have to have an explanation. I will write readers that have been abused before and are working through it, but I will not write an abusive ship.

•ask me to write incest. Disgusting.

•ask me to write furries. It's not that I hate furries it's just that i have no idea how to write one and have no interest in learning.

•ask me to write drug abuse

What I Do Write

You can

•ask me to write daddy kinks

•ask me to write age gaps as long as they're legal

•ask me to write fluff (though im not very good at it)

•ask me to write angst (I'm not very good at that either, I can barely understand my own emotions irl) (lol)

•ask me to write smut. I would write it every second if every day if I wouldn't be interrupted.

•honestly really anything that isn't mentioned in my What I don't Write.

Keep in Mind

I am a human, I have a life outside of this. Don't expect to be answered right when you ask. My inspiration for writing comes and goes. Also, I write on a super old phone. It's super slow half the time and the keyboard hates to pop up so I can type.

I Don't Fuck With

•Transphobes

•Homophobes

•Racism

•Anti-feminists

•Misoginy

•Rape Culture

•Pedophilia

•Diet Culture

•Body Shamers

•Trump Supporters

•Musk Supporters

•anyone that hates other people for reasons the hated person can't control. (Ex. Disabilities)

•or anyone that lets their beliefs get in the way of being a decent person

I consider myself a feminist and stand up for what I believe. If you don't like that then I don't care.

THANK YOU

I hope that you enjoy reading my work!! I'm thankful for each and every one of you!! <3

Masterlist

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Masterlist

Here are all my works I have done so far!

TF 141 x Barracks Bunny!Reader

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Making out with him, mask on

Helping him with his insomnia

Physical touch

Figure You Out

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Needy Boyfriend

With an Alternative Reader

He's determined to have you

Mangy Mutt

Your Devoted, König

Part one

Part two

Roach

Headcannons

Memes

Daddy Price

Fuck you, Graves

Can you take them?

SOUP

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PLEASE- 🙏 with everything on top, everything that’s you favour-

We need GazSoap with Barracks Bunny!Reader. They need their turn 😩💜

I hear you, anon, I see you, I feel you. And now, i will answer your prayers.

Barracks Bunny!Reader x GazSoap

MDNI and all that.

Soap and Gaz love to take thirds. To spice up their own relationship with a third person, preferably someone pretty and soft, willing to do whatever they wanted you to do.

And you were more than happy to fill that spot.

Which is how you found yourself in the position you were in right now, on your bed with your knees on either side of Soap's head and Gaz sitting in front of you two, his back against your beds headboard.

"C'mon, ride ma face like a guid wee bonnie bunny," Soap tells you, his hands massaging at your ass cheeks.

You lower yourself onto his face and Soap immediately starts to make out with your cunt, all tongue and teeth as he licks and sucks at your clit. His fingers dig into the plush flesh of your ass cheeks and his moans vibrate against your weeping pussy.

The sound of pants unzipping brings your attention to Gaz, who's pulled out his thick, hard cock. The tip is angry and leaking already, just from watching his boyfriend eat you out.

You lean forward and wrap one of your hands around him, your other hand right above Soap's head to keep your balance.

Gaz leans forward and presses his lips against yours, moaning into your mouth as you start to pump his dick the way you know he likes. You squeeze softly at the base, curling your hand when you get to the tip, swiping your thumb over his tip and gathering the precum.

A sharp smack to your ass from Soap has your arching your back and making a startled yet pleased moan and grinding yourself down onto his face. Gaz's lips drag down your neck and suck harshly, his hands squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. Your cunt clenches around Soap's tongue, and he waits until you unclench to reposition you.

The scotsman turns you around and unzips his pants, his hand dick springing out. As you take Soap into your mouth, you feel Gaz's cock at the entrance of your asshole. He presses a finger into the pink hole, prepping it with your own cum and his fingers before pushing in the tip of his cock. The action has you moaning around Soap's dick.

All the different stimulations have you plummeting over the edge of an orgasm, pullong your mouth off Soap and cumming so hard you cry.

Not long after you, Soap and Gaz follow. Soap pulls your head back onto his dick and shoots his cum down your throat, fucking your face as you suck him dry and biting the inside of your thigh. Gaz pulls out of your tight ass and spurts ropes of his cum on your back, groaning and gripping your asscheeks with a bruising grip.

Holding you still, Gaz snaps a quick photo. Soap slides out from under you, easing you forward onto the bed. He runs a hand down your side, leaning forward and cleaning up Gaz's cum with his tongue. Hot, wet strokes of his tongue and soft massages of his calloused hands have you relaxing into your bed and sighing softly.

Gaz leaves and returns with warm, damp towels and bottles of water. They clean you up, then each other. After that you're sandwiched between the two of them, Soap curled up into your chest, his head tucked under your chin and your leg over your hip. His arms are wrapped around you and Gaz. Gaz's chest is pressed against your back, his forehead against the back of your head and his arms around you and Soap. The sound of even, calm breathing fills the room, along with the soft glow of the television.

Price is in the middle of paperwork when he notices a new notification on his phone. Setting down his pen, he opens it. Immediately, blood rushes to his chubbing cock. One hand palms the growing bulge in his shorts, the other he uses to type a quick message about how Soap and Gaz better have made sure you got proper aftercare. Unbuttoning his pants and reaching in to take out his erection, eyes on the photo of you, he decides that he's worked hard and deserves to take a little break.

Ghost is finishing his late night workout, his hair wet with sweat and dripping down his forehead. He prefers to work out in the night, when the gym is empty and there's no one there to gawk or try to approach him. he reaches into his bag, set by one of the benches, and takes out his phone. He spots the message from Gaz and opens it. Ghost doesn't reply to the photo, doesn't send a text about aftercare like his captain. All he does is heart the picture and turn his phone back off. Later, in the darkness of his room, he'll lay on his back in his bed. His shirt is somewhere on his floor, tossed haphazardly along with his gray sweatpants and socks, and his large hand, calloused from his violent line of work, is pumping his dick to the photo of you. Wishing it was him in Gaz's place, covering your back with his hot seed.

Part one

Part two

Part three

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Don't be afraid to give me asks for these, I love hearing your guy's ideas!

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Please please PLEASE more Ghost and Price rice with Bunny, those two are my favorite. Or may all of them!? 🖤🥵🖤

Ghost and Price? How did I not think about this before?

TF 141 x Barracks Bunny reader

Part one

Part two

Smut ahead! (obviously)

You usually weren't like this.

After becoming TF 141's barracks bunny, you were careful not to act too needy. Not to be too attention-seeking, too demanding, too much. You liked all of them; you didn't want to ruin anything by expecting too much from them.

But fuck, you just couldn't help yourself.

They had been gone on a mission for months, with very little communication. And all worries about being too much left your body the moment you saw them. Which is probably why you were dragging both Ghost and Price to your bedroom as soon as they got back. While neither of them have had the chance to shower, rest, or even change out of their uniforms, they aren't complaining. Especially not when you shove Price down on you bed and climb ontop of him.

"Somebody missed us," Price says with a deep chuckle, pulling you in for a kiss. His hands slid under your shirt and palm your breasts through your bra, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. Your own hands undo his belt, desperate to get it off and get your hands around his chubbing cock.

Behind you, the mattress dips from another persons weight. A gloved hand reaches around you and spreads along your stomach. Ghost.

He pulls you back against his chest, mask discarded somewhere on the floor as he presses his face against your neck.

"Awe, lovie. So impatient, are we? Can't even let us grab a bite to eat, just throwing yourself at us as soon as we get home." Before you can even respond, he shoves you forward, back onto Price.

Price's hands are pulling off your shirt as Ghost's hands are pulling down your shorts. Your brain struggles to distinguish who is touching you where, and you honestly love it. You love giving yourself to them, letting them do what they want and trusting that they won't hurt you.

Ghost's finger traces down your stomach and between your legs. He slides one finger between your slick folds and groans, "bloody hell, captain. Look at her, so wet and needy.."

You whimper, looking to Price, whos eyes are already zeroed in on your wet cunt, mesmerized by the sight. Then he undoes his belt, shoving his pants down far enough to free his dick, thick and long and already leaking precum. "What'd'ya say we stretch her needy pussy out, hm? See if she'll be satisfied taking both of us at once?"

There isn't even a response from Ghost, just the sound of his own belt buckle becoming undone and the rustling of fabric.

Your hips are pulled further onto Price, the tip of his cock right against your hole. He waits for Ghost to position himself too, before easing you down onto the both of them.

You gasp, hands pressed against the captains chest and a whimper leaving your mouth.

"Shh, it's okay, love," Price murmurs as he kisses you softly. "You can take it."

The stretch isn't as painful as it is uncomfortable. And fuck, it feels good to be filled by both of them. Your mind is foggy and your body feels like it's on fire. The feeling of both of their cocks ramming into your cervix as they start to move has you making the loudest moans and the lewdest noises.

At the pace that they're plummeting their dicks into you and the fact that you haven't done anything sexual for months, its no surprise when you come. You bury your face in Price's neck, hands holding onto his biceps for dear life as your orgasm rips through you.

Not long after you do, Price and Ghost finish, their hot seed mixing together inside of you. You're too far gone to realize that Ghost has his phone out, recording him and his captains cum leaning out of your abused hole. He slides out of bed, his legs slightly shaky, and returns with a warm, wet cloth to clean you up and a glass of cold water. Price gives you a soft kiss on your forehead before getting into the shower.

Soap and Gaz, when they got back from the mission, went right to their quarters and passed out on their beds. But now, looking at the video that was sent to the group chat, they really wish they wouldn't have.

"Bonny bunny, a'm aff tae come visit ye th' mornin'," Soap promises in a voice note, his dominant hand occupied, palming his growing erection in his boxers.

A text from Gaz pops up, a simple but sweet, "gorgeous bunny."

Your face flushes and you smile. Price's half naked body, still damp from his shower, is curled behind you, his large arms wrapped around your hips loosely.

When Ghost finishes his own shower, he lays down in front of you and stares silently. After a while he inches closer, laying his chin on the top of your head.

"Get off to sleep, love. We’re right 'ere," he says lowly, his hand on your waist.

You do just that, falling into a peaceful slumber with the knowledge of the people you care about being safe and sound.

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Make out session with a masked Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

The fabric of his mask against your lips, the feeling of his lips behind it, so close yet so far. Biting his lip and feeling his tongue pushing against his mask.

The taste of his mask, now wet with yours and his saliva, sweat and gunpowder and a masculine scent that is just uniquely him.

Grinding down onto his hard dick, his hands on your hips, pulling you down rougher, making out with him until you've both grown desperate to feel each other's skin.

Then, he balls up his mask and shoves it in your mouth, a makeshift gag.

"can't have anyone hearing how needy you are for me, now can we?" He teases, deciding to make it his mission to make you as loud as possible.

Just so people will know that you're his. Utterly His.

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Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Alt!Fem!Reader

Enjoy! As always, asks are open for just about anything! (Please ask me something, I'm running out of ideas)

Johnny was hooked on you from the moment he saw you.

Messy hair, eye pencil smeared under your eyes, looking dangerously sweet. The body of a goddess and the confidence that comes with years of experience and fighting.

You spotted him out of the corner of your eye, turning your head to see him.

Electricity shooted through him when you looked his way, and he knew then that he would do anything for you to call him yours.

And in some surprising event, you don't push away his advances. In fact, you almost encourage him.

If he comes up behind you and grabs your waist, you reach up and cup his face. Words he whispers are replied to by your own whispers, his cocky grin met with your intense eyes.

Not long after meeting you, he's in your room after lights out, kneeling in front of your spread legs.

His hands wrap around your calves while your hands clutch his hair, back arching off the mattress as his tongue circles your clit.

God, he's been eating you out for a solid ten minutes now. Tongue and teeth and the sounds of slurping making you head dizzy. He moans against you, desperate and needy,as if he gets more pleasure from this than you do. Maybe he does, knowing that someone like you could have anyone you wanted but chose him.

"Johnny, Johnny," you chant, tugging his hair as you feel yourself coming undone on his tongue. He pushes in two fingers inside of you, finding that sweet spot immediately and abusing it, praising you through your orgasm.

"Aw, so pretty, bird. So, so pretty. Coming again, hm? Good job," the words vibrate against you and you make a pleased noise, tugging harder at his hair.

He moans softly and lets you pull him up your body. He smiles and kisses you. You taste yourself on his tongue,. weirdly not minding it. He hooks your legs around his waist and grinds against you, lowering his head to your ear as he begs, "please, please baby. Please let me fuck you, feel your tight walls around my cock. Please, I'll make you feel so, so good, baby."

You barely can say yes before he's already inside of you, whimpering into your shoulder that it feels so good. Fuck, baby, yes.

And he's just so needy, moaning and whimpering and whining into your skin, thrusting into you deep and hard until he's coating your insides with his cum. Even then he keeps going, unintentionally overstimulating himself until he's really nothing more than a mutt, mindlessly shoving his dick into you while you arch and call his name.

After, he's insited on holding you in his arms, not bothering to pull out. He's soothing your hair, kissing your neck, still whining softly each and everytime you move.

"Mangy mutt," you murmur, hand around his throat as you kiss him. Its obvious he likes it, you can tell by the way his cock twitches inside of you, already half hard and ready for another round.

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x f!reader

Inspired by Figure You Out by VOILA

Enjoy, and as always, asks are open for anything!

I could hold you with my eyes closed/ kiss you with a blindfold/ figure you out

Ghost was so fucking tired of it. Tired of hearing that bastard brag about you, about how he's 'bagged' you with his expensive gifts. And you, forcing a shy smile and pretending that he's perfect for you.

Ghost knows you better. He's worked with you for years, fought beside you, had you nap on his shoulder when you were on the brink of exhaustion, carried your injured body out of battle and into safety. He knows you just as well as he knows himself, what you like and dislike, and he knows that you don't like that bastard. Don't like his smugness, the unnecessarily expensive gifts that you have never expressed wanting.

Two backstage passes to a rap show? Does that bastard even know you?

He's confident you don't want him, confident he knows what you want. You just need him to open you eyes.

Or your legs, he thinks, grinning as you lay beneath him, legs around his waist as his dick stretches your tight cunt in your silly boyfriends big, expensive bed.

"Bet he can't do this, can he? Little boy dunno how to make a dove like you sing, does he?" He attachs his hot, wet mouth to one of you hard nipples. You moan, arching you back as you see stars for what seems like the millionth time.

I might hold you with my hands tied/ show you I'm the right guy to figure you out

He repositions you, your knees inches from your face, fucking you deeper, harder. Mercilessly pounding into that perfect spot that has you singing his name as your walls squeeze him.

"Bet he buys you all those things you don't like 'cause he knows he's shit it bed," he growls, thrust slowing but not becoming any less deep.

"Si-simon- simon! Simon, simon- ah!" You chant his name like a prayer, raising you hips with his thrusts like you need it more than air. The room fills with the lewd sound of skin hitting skin, the sounds of your moans and his groans, your boyfriends bed creaking with Simon's movements.

"God, you're gorgeous like this. Need me, don't ya? Need me to fuck you, to show you what you really need."

"Yes, yes, yes! Simon! Please- oh, god, please!"

He finishes in your, ropes of white release coating your insides. "Mine," he groans into your neck, "no more of that pathetic excuse for a man. You're mine now."

You nod almost desperately, not really liking your boyfriend much anyways.

He laughs softly, cleaning you up and carrying you away. To his apartment, no doubt. Where he'll continue to show you just how well he knows you, how perfect he is for you.

I could treat you so much better/ I've known you forever/ figured you out.

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please PLEASE can we have one where Simon goes to reader to help him sleep??? PLEASE 🥺 🙏❤️

I love this idea!!

Fluff and smut ahead!

When your lieutenant first knocked on your door, his intentions had been pure. Mostly. All he wanted was to sleep near someone, to hear someone else breathing so he didn't feel alone.

He laid down on your bed next to you, half of his larger body hanging off the bed, just staring at the ceiling, eyes inrense as if he was seeing something you couldn't.

After a few minutes, your tired body fell back asleep.

Ghost didn't, still spacing out. That was, until you rolled over in your sleep, nuzzling into his side, your hand flat on his stomach. Your warm body and the sound of your heart beat in the quiet room lured him into sleep, and he's slept in your room since. He sneaks in after curfew when he thinks no one is watching, almost diving into your open arms and drinking up your tired smiles and mumbled words.

What started as sleeping quickly became more with every carress of your hand against his back, hands running through his hair, breath against his chest.

How could he resist not doing more with you when youe body was so warm and welcoming? Especially that warm little cunt of yours, tight and wet, urging him back in with every thrust from his throbbing dick.

"Fuck, so good for me," he murmurs, capturing your lips in a kiss to muffle the sounds of your moans and whimpers. "Gotta be quiet, love. Thin walls," he reminds you, eyes glinting mischievous as he hits that spot in you that makes you gasp. He chuckles softly, covering your mouth with his hand.

While he loves hearing the adorable sounds you make as he fucks you dumb, the cute little whimpers and moans, he doesn't need to explain to his captain what he was doing in your room. Maybe tomorrow he'll move you to his, or maybe rent a room off base for the two of you. After all, he needs you to make him go to sleep, so he can't let you go anytime soon.

Extra drabble: The rest of TF 141 knows about him and you, and support it completely. How could they not know with all that creaking and Ghost's sudden protectiveness of you? Ghost's performance has improved thanks to you, he isn't quite as grumpy and rude. The only person not benefiting from it is you, walking around base with a slight limp and a scratchy throat.

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Your Devoted, part two!!

Part one

Stalker!König x fem!reader

Cw. Badly translated German, shitty writing, König cums in his pants, and oral sex (f receiving)

As always, if you have any ideas please ask!!

Enjoy!!!

Its been over two weeks since that man left that tip, and it actually seems like your life is going better. The one rude customer that liked to verbally abuse you? He hasn't came in in a while. That gang of men that hang out down the street, that you pass every day on your walk home from work? They no longer catcall you, or even look at you as you walk past. Your shitty next door neighbor that blasts music into the early hours of the morning? You haven't heard a sound from his apartment.

It's actually releiving, like you're being repayed for all the times you were wronged or mistreated.

The only concerning thing is that things keep appearing in your home. Money in the front pocket of your jeans when your sure there wasn't any. Groceries in your fridge and cabinets, all the brands and kinds you usually buy. Your pet food being delivered just when you need it the most. Your favorite candy bar, in the middle of your coffee table.

Things you don't remember doing, but actually benefit you. You wonder if it is that guys doing, but who would go out of their way to make life easier for you? Wouldn't he have better things to do than waste his energy on you?

Well, you aren't exactly complaining. Coming home after a hard day in working customer service and seeing your favorite snack sitting on your coffee table? It was almost.. attractive.

You find yourself on your couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, snack in hand and your mind flickering back to that guy. The overtipped. Your.. Devoted.

Gorgeous wasnt even the word to describe him; tall with line backer shoulders, sharp features, short light hair and peircing eyes, muscles and that accent. Damn. You had never been much of an accent girl, but damn were you weak kneed by just hearing his voice.

He hasn't come back since, hasn't came in for another cup of coffee. The only sign of life from him is the things left in your apartment while you're gone.

So expect the surprise when you hear a loud crash from your bedroom.

A crash, curse, and figure walking down the hallway, limping slightly.

Him, your adorer. And he looks as surprised to see you on your couch as you do, seeing him in your hallway.

You stare at him, blink, then swallow. Your body reacts in a way that it never has towards a man. You suck in a sharp breath, hands trembling slightly but not with fear. With an emotion more intense, more captivating.

You're still as a statue, maybe even more still, as he slowly walks over to where you sit on your worn in couch, feet no longer propped on the coffee table. The only noise is the aound of your shaky, quick breathing and his slow, even breaths as he kneels between your legs, his hands on his knees and eyes holding a thousand promises.

"Hallo, meine Göttin." His voice is soft and deep, and that accent is just as drugging as when you heard it weeks ago. "I apologize, I did not know you were home."

You wonder to yourself if you're hallucinating. Maybe someone spiked your coffee earier.

"Are you afraid?"

Finally, you find your voice, "uh, yeah. Obviously."

He laughs softly, deep and amused, "no need to be. I am not here to hurt you, engel."

In your chest, your heart beats so quickly that you can't tell if its skipping beats or just beating too quickly. "How.. how do I know that?"

"Meine engel, I am your devoted. I cherish you. I would cut my own hand off before I try to hurt you," his words are soft, genuine, but you can't help but be suspicious. Especially when he's saying this about you.

"You could just be saying that."

He makes a soft noise, you can't tell whether its unhappy or amused. His hands, large and skilled, massage your feet softly. "Let me show you, then, meine Göttin, yes?"

You don't answer, don't tell him yes or no, but as he massages your feet and up your calves, you find yourself realzing into your couch cushions. While you want to close your eyes and fully relax, you can't bring yourself to take your eyes off of him. Especially not when he lowers his lips to your knees and kisses softly, eyes fixed on yours, deep and full of desire. You shiver with anticipation, skin on fire from his lips. Almost hesitantly, you reach of and run your fingers through his hair.

König's eyes flutter shut for a moment, a soft, pleased noise sounding from his lips and he tilts his head into your hand. "Would you like more, meine engel? Mm?"

As if possessed, you nod. The fear you thought filled you, the hesitation to give yourself to this man, is erased, replaced by an overwhelming need for him.

He presses another kiss to your knee as a thank you, then trails his lips up your thigh and iver the fabric of your shorts. Its hard to tell who moans, especially since your mind blanks when you feel his hot breath against your core through the fabric of your shorts. Shivers wreak your body, and König holds your hips down with his hands, humming softly and cooing compliments, both in English and German. His fingers hook onto the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down your hips and sliding them off your legs. He leans back on his legs, admiring you. Smooth skin, legs spread, face flushed, pink lips parted and chest rising and falling woth every breath.

He leans back forward, your thin pair of panties the only thing between him and your cunt as he presses his face against the more vulnerable part of your body. Sucking in a loud breath of air, you grab his hair in your hands, your body reacting instinctively as you raise your hips closer to his face, chasing the feeling.

He moans, the vibrations adding to the pleasure spreading through your stomach. His hands slip from your waist to cup your ass, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch for better access. Slowly, teasingly, he pulls your panties off. He looks up at you, eyes begging for permission, and you nod breathlessly.

With permission, he dives in.

While you've been given oral before, nothing would've prepared you for the way he eats you out. Relentlessly, passionately, like he's been starving for years. He slurps up your juices like he's stranded in the desert amd your the only water he's had in days. His tongue presses flat against your clit before he tilts your hips more to lick from your labia to your clit, before entering his tongue inside of you.

You loose yourself in it, in his tongue inside of your and nose pressing against your clit, spit and juices covering his mouth and leaking onto the couch as you clutch at his head. You can't even muster a sentence, the only noises leaving your mouth being moans and whimpers, or the occasional plea for more.

König is more that happy to give you more. His pants are so tight around his throbbing dick, the pressure boarderline painful as he makes you come on his tongue. He thrust into nothing, eyes rolling back in his head as he releases in his pants without even being touched, just the sounds of your beautiful noises sending him ober the edge.

He doesn't stop eating you out, milking you and licking every bit of come leaking from your greedy pussy. Eventually, shaking and overwhelmed, you tug at his hair. Its then that he lifts his head, his lower dace covered in your arousal and you moan softly.

"Do you believe me now, meine Götten?"

Drained for your orgasm, bones liquid and body weak, all you can do is nod and listen as he laughs softly. He scoops your up in his arms, carrying you with ease to your bedroom and laying you down on the bed. König slips under the covers next to you, pulling you to him and making sure that you're comfortable.

"Meine engel, so pretty for me," he murmurs into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your head. "Thank you for letting me prove to you that I mean no harm. I am sorry to not introduce myself before, I am König."

You tell him your name, tired and not thinking completely straight. He laughs, "I know that, engel. But it is nice to officially meet you."

You mumble something back, nuzzling into his chest and falling asleep.

During the night, König decides that your his, and when you wake up in the morning he wastes no time kissing you and informing you of that.

And how could you say no to such a devoted man?

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Here's some fluffy little Roach CoD head cannons, because my sweet little angel baby does NOT get enough attention.

*You've never heard him talk before, but that never stopped you from greeting him in the mornings. In the commons he's sitting on the couch, silently reading and half-heartedly listening to the other soldiers talk, when you come over and sit next to him. You start blabbing about your day, all chipper and happy despite how difficult your training is getting. He smiles under his mask, and forgets to stop himself from saying, "you're really cute."

*When he's had an especially hard day, he wants nothing more than to lay with you.

*His favorite cuddling position is facing you on his side, his head smooshed into your neck and your legs and arms wrapped around him.

*His favorite sex position is missionary.

*he doesn't fuck, he told you that the first time you got to that stage in your relationship. He makes love, sweet and slow and deep, soft moans and gasps into his ear.

*like i said, his favorite sex position is missionary, but you riding him reverse cowgirl is a close second.

*he's a sucker for when you take control.

*He absolutely loves it when you tell someone off for him, or when you get pissed off at people.

*He loves to cook sweet little desserts for you, and he goes to work a lot with a packed lunch and a note detailing how much you love him.

*Doesn't get jealous when he sees you talking to other guys, he knows that you love him.

*hypes up your outfits, no matter how provocative or lazy they are.

*movie night and cuddling is his favorite, he could hold you for hours.