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hii! i was wondering if you could do a top cassidy x bottom male reader smut?

Thoughts Become Real

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x Male Reader Warning: Smut/18+ content below the cut

Warning(s): bottom reader, top Cole Cassidy, shower sex, not beta read Word Count: 2360 Masterlist AO3 Link

That damn cocky smile, his damn smooth voice, damn good looks. Damn him.

You curse yourself as you tore your gaze from that cursed cowboy you can’t seem to get out of your head. Your hand found its way to your face and you let out a quiet groan as you looked down at the blueprints you’d been trying to work on. It was starting to affect your work. Shit.

The issue had started off small. You found yourself sneaking glances when you got the chance, touches lingering when he would hand you something. Then came the thoughts. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about him. How he was so gentle with those he cared about but rough when needed. He was a smooth talker and he knew it, flirting his way out of trouble more times than you could count.

You imagined what his voice would sound like in your ear. Deep, husky as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. What his hands would feel like gripping your hips, pulling your hair. What would they feel like wrapped around your cock?-

You were jerked from your thoughts by a hand on your shoulder and you were startled to see the cowboy. “You need something, Cass?” You ask, trying to keep a calm, collected face, hoping to god nothing was off about you.

“Was gonna ask ya if ya wanted to spar but ya seem busy,” he chuckles, nodding down to the papers scattered in front of you.

“Oh! No, this isn’t important, I can spar with you,” you manage out, trying to ignore the heat that you felt rising to your cheeks. You gather up the blueprints and stack them neatly in the corner of the table. You’d be back for them later that day.

“Alrighty then. I’ll meet ya in the gym when yer ready. Probably wanna get into somethin’ a lil’ more,” he paused, looking you up and down, “relaxed.”

You glanced down and nodded. Jeans were probably not the best thing to wrestle around in. “Meet you there,” you hum with a smile.

Cassidy walked out of the room and it took everything in you not to freak the fuck out. Your heart was pounding in your chest already, and all he’d done was put his hand on your shoulder!

You took a deep breath in and a shaky breath out before getting up from your seat and heading towards your room to put something a little more loose on.

It wasn’t long before you were pushing your way into one of the smaller gym rooms, water bottle, a change of clothes, and a towel in hand, your jeans and tshirt replaced with some basketball shorts and a tank top. You were happy to find Cassidy already there, sitting on one of the benches. He glanced up as he heard you enter, a short smile appearing on his face as he stood up.

You walked over to him and set your stuff down on the bench. “Let’s get on with it, shall we?” You chuckle, gesturing to the mat in the middle of the room. Cassidy chuckles in response and you both move to the mat and take your positions.

Cole Cassidy, that bastard, had you pinned down under him. Legs on either side of yours, his hands holding your wrists above your head, all while he just barely hovered over your groin. Both of you were panting heavily, his breath mixing with yours. He just needed to lean forward a couple inches. You were so close, yet..

The cowboy suddenly sits up and pats your chest with a smirk. “Reckon that’s enough. Let’s go wash up.”

You let out a deep breath, nodding as Cassidy stands up, offering you his hand. With a grateful huff, you took it, letting him haul you to your feet. You cursed him silently as you grabbed your change of clothes and started towards the locker room attached to the gym.

Cassidy was already in one of the showers, evident by the sound of running water as the door closed behind you. You ran a hand through your hair as you found a shower to use, setting your change of clothes on a nearby bench before beginning to undress. It was at that moment that you glanced down and your heart dropped. How long had you been hard?? Had Cassidy noticed?

“Shit,” you mumble, quickly shedding the rest of your clothing before sliding into the shower. The water felt wonderful rolling over your skin and you let out a quiet sigh at the feeling. Your hand pressed against the wall so you could lean forward, your eyes landing on your dick again.

You listened to make sure the other shower was still running before you made the choice to wrap your hand around your dick. Your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned farther to rest your head on the wall of the shower as you moved your hand up and down your cock.

The water mixed with the little bit of precum that had leaked from your tip made the slide easier. Quiet curses fell from your lips with every downward movement of your wrist. “Shit,” your breath was shaky. “Cassidy..”

You were so close. Your breathing became more ragged and you were fighting to stay as quiet as possible. You didn’t register the sound of the other shower stopping or the sound of the curtain behind you opening. It wasn’t until you felt cold metal against your hip that you froze..

Cassidy’s breath fans over the back of your neck as he presses himself against you. “Keep goin’, darlin’,” he whispers, his own voice shaking.

His lips brush against the back of your neck, and the touch has you keening. Your hand starts moving again and with the added sensation of Cole kissing down your neck and spine, it wasn’t long before you were cumming in your hand with a sharp gasp.

You push yourself away from the wall with your clean hand, turning to face Cassidy. His face was flushed and a quick glance downward showed he was just as excited as you had been.

He grabbed your dirty hand, bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean. You felt your cock jump at the action, your eyes stuck to Cassidy’s mouth. He used the grip he had on your hand to tug you closer to him.

His lips press against yours and you couldn’t help but whine at the feeling. Cassidy held your face in place with one hand, the other holding your waist as he backed you into the wall. You parted for a breath, chest heaving as you fought to calm your racing heart.

“How long have you wanted to do that?” You whisper, a shaky smile forming on your face.

“You’ve no clue,” Cassidy breathes back, using his hand to nudge your head up, allowing him access to his neck. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been starin’ at me,” he mumbles before his lips press against your neck. Your breath hitched as his teeth dragged against your collarbone. “You never have been subtle.”

You were hard again, hips mindlessly rutting against Cassidy’s. “Enough talking,” you manage out through pants. “Need you. Now.”

His hands ran over your body, down your back, over your hips. He squeezed your ass, massaging the flesh and you let out a breath at the feeling. Fingers prodded against your hole and you jerked at the sensation. “Relax,” he whispers, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

You cursed, biting your lip as you nodded, closing your eyes as you heard Cassidy spit into his hand. He rubbed a spit covered finger over your hole, waiting for your body to fully relax before he pressed it in. You cursed, leaning into the cowboy and resting your head on his shoulder.

He pressed a kiss against the temple of your head, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he fingered you open. You bit your lip in an attempt to quiet the sounds threatening to escape you, suddenly aware of the echo in the locker room. Then he added a second finger.

You watched his fingers disappear in you, your ass sucking them in greedily. Cassidy whispered your name and you were jerked from your thoughts. “You feelin’ alright?” He asks. “You’re awful quiet.”

Your heart jumped in your chest. “I’m alright,” you laugh quietly. “We’re in a locker room. I don’t want someone to walk in and hear me.”

Cassidy laughed with you before pulling you into another kiss. A third finger joined the two and you gasped against his lips as you pulled back. He paused to let you adjust, pressing short kisses to your lips.

You gave an experimental roll of your hips, letting out a hoarse moan at the feeling. He took that as the go ahead to move his fingers, spreading them in you to stretch you. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your mouth open in silent moans.

His lips dragged down the column on your neck, his beard tickling your skin. His fingers crooked and your back arched away from the wall, your chest colliding with his as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. You felt him smirk against you as he massaged your prostate, holding you up when your legs began to shake.

You wanted to curse him but couldn’t find the words through the pleasure you were feeling. It wasn’t until you felt your stomach tighten that you hit his shoulder. “Close,” you manage out through moans. “Gonna cum.”

Fingers left you empty and you whined at the loss, your ass clenching on nothing. You took the opportunity to catch your breath, watching with glee as Cassidy lubes his dick with more of his spit.

He grabbed under your thigh, hoisting your leg up to rest on his hip. You felt his tip press against your hole and you sucked in a breath. “Ready?” He whispers, tilting your head up to kiss under your chin.

“Absolutely,” you whisper back.He was pressing into you slowly, letting you adjust to him as he went. The stretch was unpleasant even with the prep. “Holy hell, you’re fucking huge,” you gasp.

His fingers dug into your skin, hopefully leaving marks or even bruising. He grunted in response, biting his lip as he sunk deeper into you. You pressed your face into his neck, pressing kisses against his skin in an attempt to muffle yourself.

It felt like ages before his hips met yours but when they did, you felt like you were in heaven. He stretched you wonderfully. “You’re takin’ it so well, love,” Cassidy pants.

His hips shifted and you cursed, biting into his neck. You heard him choke on his breath as he pressed you harder into the wall behind you. His thrusts started shallow as you both got used to the feeling of being so close, intimate.

Your eyes fluttered shut, body shaking as he slowly sped up. He was drinking up the pretty sounds, taking mental notes on what made you react the way you did. The breathy little gasp when his cock brushed against your prostate, the choked breath when he’d give your neck a gentle nip.

He was slamming into you now, the echo of skin against skin was louder than you’d thought it would’ve been and you could only hope no one would walk in. Your moans became unashamed, his name tumbling from your lips as you got closer and closer to the edge again.

Your nails clawed at his back, no doubt leaving red marks in their wake. The groan he made at the feeling was heavenly. His hips jerked into yours and you cursed, looking down at where you met.

You couldn’t describe what you felt seeing his dick disappear inside you. His hand cupped your face and he pulled you into another kiss. His tongue pressed against yours and you couldn’t help the whine you let out at the feeling.

It was a shift of his hips that had him hitting that bundle of nerves that sent you over the edge. You arched into him with a sharp gasp as you came. Cassidy was quick to follow. The feeling of you clenching around him had him pulling out to cum on your stomach.

He let go of your leg, holding you up by your waist as your legs threatened to give out below you. You were both panting hard, you leaning on him as you fought to catch your breath.

“That was amazing,” you finally say as you rest your head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome,” he chuckles as he pulls you back under the water to wash you off. The water had long gone cold, leaving you shivering as you stepped out of the shower to redress.

You were drying your hair when Cassidy came back over to you. “Would you, uh, wanna go out with me sometime?” He asks surprisingly shyly, smiling at the laugh you gave.

“You just had your dick inside of me and now you’re shy?” You laugh before giving him a smile. “I’d love to, Cassidy.”

He pulled you into another kiss, pulling you flush against him. You ran your fingers through his beard, sighing against him. You smiled at him when he pulled away leaning forward to kiss him again when the door burst open, causing you both to jump.

“There you both are,” Tracer groans, seemingly out of breath. “Angela has been looking for the both of you.”

“Ah, thank you, Lena. We’ll go see her once we’re finished washing up,” you say, trying to ignore the building embarrassment.

She nodded before taking a second look at each of you. She opened her mouth to say something before seemingly changing her mind. “I’ll let her know.”

The door closed behind her as she left and you heard Cassidy let out a breathy laugh. “Best get going then. Don’t want to keep the doctor waitin’.”

You nod in agreement, humming as you nudge Cassidy towards the door. “Lead the way, cowboy.”

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gaycragula · 4 days

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need to redo my masterlist and request info (i’ve been putting it off for almost 2 weeks)

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gaycragula · 8 days

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Nevermind. I see you have a list of characters you write about.

Can I request another fic about Bayek then? :-)

Bayek X Male reader in a bathhouse. Reader would wash and worship Bayek, his beautiful hair, feel his wet hairy muscles, suck his thick cock, lick his hairy balls... :-P :-3

Thanks :-)

Bathhouse Shenanigans

I'm so sorry it took me a year??? to complete this. I got my ass kicked really hard by life also finding the motivation to write was rough but everything’s okay Pairing: Bayek x Male Reader Warning: NSFW under the cut, 18+ content under the cut

Warning(s): Technically semi-public sex, bathhouse sex, blow job (bayek receiving), short hand job (reader receiving), choking on dick but gets let back up as soon as safe ‘word’ (taps) is given, cum in mouth/on face Word Count: 1423 AO3 link Masterlist

The water was warm around your waist as you waded through the water to where Bayek was standing. “It’s so kind of you to join me,” you tease, offering the mercenary your hand.

Bayek chuckled quietly as he took the hand offered. “How could I not? I would not leave you by your lonesome, my love.”

You laughed in response, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and nestling your nose against his neck. His chest pressed against yours, the hair that gifted his chest tickling your own. Lips pressed against your crown and you let out a quiet sigh. “I missed you, Bayek,” you hum, brushing a hand through the hair as the base of his neck.

“I missed you too,” he whispers back and for a moment the two of you just stood in the water, enjoying the other’s presence. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, slow, methodical drums as he relaxes against you and a smile tugs at your lips.

Your hands run down his back, over his shoulder blades and across his lower back to rest on his hips. You rub circles into his hips with your thumbs and you use the grip on him to pull him back to the ledge of the bath.

You hopped up on the ledge and reached for some of the soap you’d brought. Bayek hummed in amusement, settling between your legs as he waited. His hands ran over your legs, fingers tracing over your features.

“Hair down,” you hum with a smile. Bayek was quick to take his hair down, letting it fall over his shoulders. You turned him around so his back was to you before carefully massaging the soap into his scalp.

He visibly relaxed, letting out a quiet sigh of content as you washed his hair. Bayek let you maneuver his head however you needed. It was quiet, both of you content in the positions you were in.

Once the soap was scrubbed in, you nudged Bayek forward, sliding back into the water behind him. You grabbed a cup and filled it with water before tilting Bayek’s head back and beginning to wash the soap from his hair.

His hair was always soft and you took joy in running your hands through it whenever you could. Now was no different. You massaged his head, enjoying the quiet sighs he let out. You finished washing the soap from his hair and let him stand up straight.

Bayek turned to face you, pulling you into a short kiss that you gladly returned. When Bayek pulled back, you cupped his face and pulled him into another, longer kiss. You heard his breath hitch in his throat as your hands landed on his hips.

You smiled against him as you pushed him back to the edge of the bath and hoisted him up so he was sitting on the ledge. “You’re stunning. You know that?” You whisper, running a hand through his beard.

Bayek’s chuckle rumbled in his chest and you felt it vibrate in his throat as you kissed down his neck. “You tell me whenever you get the chance, my dear,” he answers, resting a hand on your shoulder as you kiss down his neck.

He felt you smile against him. Then his back was arching into you as you sank your teeth into the flesh of his neck. The sound he made when you did so made you chuckle before you kissed over the bite. You rested your forehead against the side of his neck, your hands running up and down Bayek’s thighs.

“Couldn’t ask for a better husband,” you hum, your hands caressing the inside of his thighs. “So beautiful and all mine.”

Bayek let out a breathy laugh that turned into gasp as your hand brushed along the underside of his cock. You kissed down his chest, moving his legs over your shoulder as you went lower.

He leaned back on his hands, watching you with lidded eyes as you stopped just above his naval. His cock stood proud against his abdomen, a small bead of precum leaking from his tip. You looked up at him with a smile as you pressed a kiss to his tip, licking up the bead with vigor.

The moan Bayek let out was nothing short of sinful and his legs shifted on your shoulders. You took the tip into your mouth, one hand moving to cup his balls. Your head bobbed down his length, taking in more of his cock with each movement.

One hand fondled his balls, the other was underwater, jerking yourself off. Bayek’s hand sat in your hair, guiding you down. The sounds coming from his mouth drove you wild. Little whines and whimpers fixed your ears and it had you moaning around him.

You pulled off of his cock for air, wiping your mouth where saliva had gathered. His cock was weeping with a mix of precum and your saliva right in front of you, the mixture leaking down his length. You didn’t take him back into your mouth, switching your mouth with your hand.

Bayek moaned above you as you wrapped your hand around his cock and licked a stripe along his balls. His hand tangled in your hair and he gently tugged. You buried your nose into the base of his cock with a strangled moan at the feeling.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers as you place a short kiss at the base of his cock. You thanked him with a quiet laugh before taking him back in your mouth. You relaxed your mouth as much as you could, swallowing around him as you tried to take all of him in your mouth.

His hand was still in your hair, playing with your hair as you sucked him off. You pulled off with a gasp for a moment. “You can push my head down, Bayek,” you whisper, almost pleading as you took him back in your mouth.

He didn’t hesitate and was more than happy to push your head farther down his cock. Bayek’s breathing was picking up as he forced your head farther down and soon your nose was buried in the hair situated on his pelvis.

Bayek held you there for a while. You swallowed around him and you could feel your throat trying to accommodate the girth. He was grinding up into your mouth, eager for whatever he could take from you.

You tapped his thigh twice and he let go of your hair long enough for you to pull off his cock for a breath. Bayek cursed above you, apologizing profusely. You smile up at him before licking down his cock. The pace had slowed down significantly, Bayek letting you catch your breath while you were still eager to please.

His cock rested on your cheek and you were jerking him off. Bayek was more than happy to have your hand on him, whispering quiet praises to you as he came closer and closer to that edge.

A well placed lick up the underside of his cock and you taking his tip into your mouth again had him cumming in your mouth before he could warn you. You swallowed what you could, the rest dribbling down your chin as you popped off his cock.

You stood from your spot, wiping the mess off of your chin as Bayek caught his breath. You heard him say your name before he was tugging you closer to him, his lips connecting with yours. His hand cupped your jaw for a moment before traveling down your body, stopping at your still hard cock.

Your breath hitched as he wrapped his hand around you, jerking you off as he pressed kisses down your neck and along your jaw. He drank the quiet sounds you made.

It was a swipe of his thumb over the slit of your dick and a bite in the crook of your neck that had you rolling your hips into his hand as you came. Bayek rubbed you through your orgasm, slowing to a stop as you panted in front of him.

He pressed another kiss against you before you were pulling him back into the bath to wash off. “I just cleaned you off,” you chastise with a shake of your head.

Bayek laughed in response, leaning into you and pressing his forehead against yours. “I’ll wash you off when you finish?” He offers with a smile. You let out a quiet laugh as you agreed, reaching for the soap once again.

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gaycragula · 8 days

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the new ghost fic just healed my inner child. thank you sm.

screaming omg. thank you so so much. this means so much to me GRAHHH

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gaycragula · 9 days

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Hello there

Please could i request a child male reader (around 9-12, maybe younger idk you can choose) x 141. Platonic obv. Reader is being held hostage for reasons and they have to go on a rescue mission. When reader is saved he’s scared of them all except ghost who he just clings onto LMAO

cheers mate 🙏

Lost and Found

Pairing: 141 x Child Male Reader (Platonic!!!!) Warning(s): Heavy implication of parent death, politician family, child reader, locked in a basement, he gets fed i promise, i have no idea how the military works, angst? Word Count: 2069 Masterlist

The walls were an ugly, cracks running along them, and you’re sure there was mold growing in one of the corners. The only light in the room was a small lightbulb in the center of the room that was rarely left on. The only door leading out of the room was locked from the outside. You’re not sure you exactly wanted to leave the room. Not with the heavy thumps of feet that stomped through the first floor of the home.

It was a nice summer day when it happened. You’d just finished a nice dinner with your parents when the sirens began to blare. The sound cut your ears and you covered your ears, trying to block out the noise. You were whisked out of your chair by your dad before you could get up yourself.

Hushed words were shared between your parents as they rushed through the home to the basement. Your father’s grip was tight on you as he toted you down the stairs, your mother right on his heels.

Dad set you down in a corner, trying to keep you out of direct sight of the stairs. He pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, your mother doing the same.

“Be good and stay here,” your mom whispers, giving you a pained smile. Her lip quivered as she pressed another kiss to your forehead. “Mom and Dad love you. We always will.”

. Then, they left you, footsteps receding back up the stairs into the home. You heard the door shut and a silent darkness covered you. The silence only lasted for a moment.

Something crashed upstairs and loud bangs made you cover your ears again. You curled further into the corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible. More crashing and something heavy hitting the ground sounded before it fell silent again. It was over… right?

The basement door slammed open and you gave a full body flinch. A flurry of steps rocketed down the stairs. Way too many to be just your parents.

Five or six men came into your sightline. Each of them looked like they were armed to the teeth and it sent a jolt of fear through you. These men just ran through your house. Where your parents were. Where were your parents?

They scoured the basement, flashlights leading their guns as they searched. For what? You weren’t quite sure but you hoped they would just look over you. The fear surging through your body was almost unbearable. It was hard to breathe, each breath fighting to force its way out silently. You tried to stay hidden for as long as possible but their flashlights soon exposed you.

They said something you couldn’t understand before moving on and returning upstairs when they finished. You heard the faint click of the lock to the basement and you were left in the basement by yourself again. You tried to fight the tears that began falling down your cheeks as you curled in on yourself. It wasn’t a very long fight and your face soon became wet with your tears. It hit you then that you’d probably never see your parents again.

It had been a week since it had happened. The men would leave food for you at the top of the stairs. You spent the majority of your days sitting under the light in the room, playing whatever you could find. Trying to distract your mind. You were suddenly happy your parents kept a chunk of toys down in the basement for storage.

Totes of toy cars that you pretended to race with, some toy dinosaurs you’d gotten years ago, left forgotten in the basement until now. There were planks of wood you’d dragged over that you drew on with some chalk your parents kept down there. The chalk worked well on the walls as well.

Drawings littered the small walls of the basement. Cars and dinosaurs littered the floor. Your house.. Your home, your family. Where did it all go?

You’ve tried to talk to the men on multiple occasions but they only either looked at you with disdain or spoke in a language you couldn’t understand.

On the eighth day of the occupation, you heard those loud bangs and the shouts of men again. You started crying again, you didn’t even have a chance to try to stop it as you scrambled back into a corner in the room again, hopefully out of sight. Out of mind.

It felt like ages before the house fell silent again. You heard the doorknob wiggle, muffled voices coming from the otherside. Light filtered into the basement as the door creaked open. “After you, Sergeant,” a gruff voice huffs, a hint of teasing to the tone.

A short laugh followed the words before steps were coming down the stairs again, flashlights dancing over the walls as they descended. “Ohhhh hell, look at this, LT,” a second voice whispers, a light lingering on the drawings on the wall. Silence fell again as the sound of more boots started down the stairs, flashlights whipping around the room before one fell on your form.

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Clearing the home was easy. The bastards inside weren’t expecting an attack for a while. A home far outside any city line would surely work as a temporary base, right?

They thought so at least. So when the Scotsman barged through the door followed by six others, the occupants weren’t prepared. The firefight was short. The men inside scrambling to get to their weapons as fast as possible.

It was Roach who’d noticed the door to the basement, calling over the rest of the team. “What d’ya thinks down there?” Soap chuckles as Ghost takes a hand at picking the lock. “More guys? Prisoners they been keepin’?”

“If I had to take a guess, probably prisoners. Family who lived here was big in the political field here. Probably kept them as hostages for ransom,” Price says, gesturing for two of the guys to stand guard at the front and back doors.

The door clicked open and slowly swung open with a nasty creak. “After you, Sergeant,” Ghost huffs, nudging the Scotsman forward. Soap let out a short laugh before starting into the dimly lit basement. Ghost close behind him. Soap’s flashlight scanned the floors and walls. He noticed dinosaurs and cars littering the floor around the bottom of the stairs. He initially thought nothing of it. They knew a young kid lived here.

He was almost to the bottom as his light scanned over a big drawing of a home and a family of three drawn in chalk.

He felt his heart drop at the image. Soap was no master in chalk or anything, but the drawing looked pretty new. “Ohhh hell, look at this LT,” he says, nudging the other. Ghost went rigid for a second before gesturing back up the stairs for the other three to come down quickly.

Flashlights scoured the basement, Soap wandering towards the darkest part of the basement. His light danced over the stone floor before the body of a little boy was illuminated.

“Over here,” Soap calls out, almost missing the way the kid jerked in response to his words. Soap handed Price his gun before crouching down next to the boy. Your eyes were locked onto him, tear stains evident on your cheeks and fear clouding your eyes. “We’re here to help ya,” Soap says, trying to offer his hand to you.

“Back off the kid, Soap,” Ghost mutters. “He’s scared shitless.”

Soap let out a quiet, barely audible sigh as he stood back up and stepped back to join the rest of his team.

Your eyes shot from man to man. Your breath was heavy in your chest and you could hear yourself wheezing because of it. “Where are my parents?” You almost sobbed. Your voice was hoarse, throat tight as you waited for an answer.

The men felt their hearts drop at the pure pain in your voice. This kid, no older than 11 or 12 had his life turned upside down in a matter of fifteen minutes just a week ago.

It was Ghost who made the first, well technically second, advance towards you, much to the surprise of the rest of the team. Just as surprising was the way you sat up to be face to face with him as he crouched down.

He pulled a small picture out of pocket and handed it to you. It was a picture of your parents and yourself that you’d never seen before. “I don’t know where your parents are, but I do know that if you remain here, you’ll never find them,” Ghost spoke lowly. Just loud enough for you to hear.

You nodded in understanding, shoving the picture in your pocket as Ghost stood up. He went to turn back to the team but paused when your hand grabbed his. You avoided his gaze when he looked back at you but didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he picked you up and maneuvered you onto his back.

“Thank you,” you mumble, laying your head down on his back.

Ghost turned towards his team who were all gawking at the scene before them. “Get goin’ and quit starin’ at me like that,” he huffs, nodding towards the stairs before turning to speak to Roach, Gaz, and Soap. “Get the kid some clothes and we’re gettin’ out of here.”

“Aye, L.T,” Soap almost stutters, pushing Roach and Gaz towards the stairs. Price chuckled to himself before heading up the stairs after the three, rounding up the other two that he’d stationed up there.

“What’s your name?” Ghost hears you ask quietly.

“They call me Ghost,” the man answers as he heads up the stairs. He felt you nod against his back and you fell silent for a moment. “What’s your name?”

You tell him your name, which he already knew but he wasn’t going to tell you that. That started a short and quiet conversation between the two of you. You asked how long he’d been in the military, where he was from, what his family was like and Ghost answered you and asked you the same questions in return.

It was a stark contrast to what the 141 was used to. Ghost was generally quiet on these kinds of missions. “It’s gotta be the kid,” Gaz whispers to Soap who nods in agreement.

“Yeah but what about this kid is different from others we’ve found?” Soap whispers back, rubbing his jaw as he watched you and Ghost interact. Gaz shrugged in response before Roach chimed in.

“Maybe he reminds him of a family member? Younger brother or nephew?” Roach suggests and it was like a lightbulb went off in the other two’s heads.

“That’s gotta be it,” Soap nods. “Does anyone know anythin’ ‘bout his family?”

Gaz and Roach shake their heads and Soap sighs. He opened his mouth to say something else, stopping when he saw Ghost shoot a look over his shoulder at him.

“Quit chattin’. Be on guard. We’re still in hostile territory,” Price mutters, ignoring the noise of complaint the three made before begrudgingly doing what they were told.

It was your first time on an aircraft. You were glued to Ghost’s side, eyes locked on the floor in front of you. Soap had tried to get your attention a couple times to no avail. If you did make eye contact with him, you were quick to look away as quick as possible.

The others didn’t have much luck either. Roach had tried to speak to you while Ghost was carrying you and all you’d done was bury your face into the fabric of Ghost’s shirt.

Price had been the most outward about it, asking to actually carry you so give Ghost a break. That was the only time you’d spoken to anyone besides Ghost. “No,” was all that came from your mouth as you shook your head. Ghost had chuckled and told Price he was good to carry you the whole way.

Ghost had given you his hand to basically ‘play’ with. You braided his fingers, bending them and whatever else you could do to keep your mind calm. The rest of the team couldn’t keep the smiles off their faces at the sight.

Who would’ve guessed. The big bad Ghost had actually a big softie.

#kid reader #kid male reader #male reader #reader #call of duty #soap cod #ghost cod #roach cod #captain john price #gaz cod #extra unnamed characters #parent death #heavily implied #hostage situation #fluff #angst question mark #angst #yippee im working on requests that are like a year old

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I'd love some König x M!Reader where König has been captured by an enemy, and the reader, along with a few others are going on a rescue mission to find him. The reader eventually finds König, all tied up, and has a little bit of fun with him before untying him. When he's untied, he gets his revenge on the reader. ;)

(My life will be completely fulfilled if you write this)

Caught Between a Rock and a Hard… Man

NSFW UNDER THE CUT Warning: Smut. 18+/explicit content Pairing: König x Male Reader

Pairing: König x Male Reader Warning(s): sub reader, dom König, dick sucking, deep throating for a moment, throat fucking, tied up, captured and tied up König, dry humping, handjob, pinned against a wall, cum on face, cum eating, choking on air/choking for air, coughing caused by choking, spit on dick, attempt at making him game accurate, probably didn’t work Word Count: 1994 AO3 Link

The building was teeming with hostiles. Or so it was supposed to be. Your team had split apart to cover as much ground as you could as quickly as you could.

You’d been put by yourself on the first floor of the building. Each room you entered was empty, though you could tell people had been there recently. It frustrated you with every room you entered. Empty cans, bottles, and miscellaneous trash littered most of the rooms.

You groaned as you ‘cleared’ another empty room. These fucks had probably left long ago. Probably with their little prisoner too. You almost decided to call off the mission temporarily as you entered another room. You’d just took a breath to tell your team to regather before you stopped in your tracks.

In the corner of the room sat the mountain of a man you’d been looking for. His arms and legs were tied to a chair, his head lulled forward and his shoulders rising and falling with each breath he took.

You made quick work of making sure no one was hiding in the room before setting your gun down and stepping over to the masked man. “König,” you called out before your hand brushed over the mask on his head.

He jerked in response, head shooting up at the sound of your voice. “Scheisse, you came.”

His voice was rougher than it normally was though that still couldn’t mask the relief in his voice. “Of course I did,” you hum, crouching down to cut the ropes off. “I couldn’t leave you to rot.”

The ropes were tight leaving very little room to get a knife in. You debated trying your knife anyway, biting your lip as you thought. “Are you waiting for permission? Untie me,” König hisses, trying to jerk his leg in your general direction.

“Shut it big guy. Those fucks got you secured in that chair. Don’t wanna hurt you,” you snip back, trying your luck at sawing through the outside of the ropes.

König shifted in the chair, his head lulling back as you sawed through one of the five ropes holding his leg. “These guys must’ve been terrified of you,” you joke, moving onto the second rope. “They sure as hell didn’t want you up and running.”

“They knew what would happen if I got out,” König chuckles, trying to pull his leg out of the binds. You chuckled before his words settled in your mind.

You bit your lip as you mulled over his words, glancing up at him. He was still looking straight up, the ideas his words put in your mind seemingly only affecting you.

Your knife cut through the final rope and you heard him let out a sigh of relief as he immediately stretched it out. “Thank you, liebling.”

You stood up and stepped around him to do the other leg, your touch lingering just a little too long on König’s thigh as you moved. You felt his muscles twitch under your touch before you were down and working on the second set of ropes.

Now that you knew what you were doing, you managed to get them off quicker, setting the rope out of the way. König was quick to stretch the leg, hips shifting in the chair and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

You took a deep breath before you made the decision to slide into König’s lap. His arms twitched and his head jerked back up, his eyes meeting your own. “What are you doing?” He whispers, eyes narrowing as he watched you.

“Testing something,” you mumble back, shifting so you were straddling one of his thighs. Whatever König was starting to say next was quick to die on his tongue as you pressed your knee into his groin.

You heard him curse before he was pressing his hips harder against your knee. You leaned forward, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Your nose buried into the fabric of his mask, his scent filling your nostrils. König cursed and you felt his shoulders tense as he pulled against the ropes keeping his hands connected to the chair.

“Leibling please,” he pleads, his nose pressed against the temple of your head. “Don’t tease me like this.”

You hum in acknowledgment of his words as you begin to fumble with his belt. König was no help, basically humping your leg. Your hand pushed against his waist in an attempt to slow him down to no avail. He was whispering your name over and over, desperate for the friction your clothed leg provided him.

The sound of his belt coming undone was music to your ears and you were quick to let it drop to the ground. The button on his pants was easier to get undone and you were unzipping his pants just as fast. König’s dick was straining against the fabric of his boxers, a wet spot already forming.

“Quit humping me,” you hiss, pushing against his hips again. “You’re like a dog in heat.”

A noise akin to a growl sounded in his chest as he reluctantly stopped his hips. You rubbed him through the fabric of his boxers, the groan he let out at the feeling making you shift in your spot in his lap. His breath was coming out ragged, his hips twitching in anticipation.

You pulled the hem of his boxers away from him and used your other hand to pull his cock out.

König’s groan vibrated in his chest, his back arching away from the chair as you ran a finger down the underside. His breath hitched when you wrapped your hand around him, squeezing just enough for König to feel the pressure.

You gathered some spit in your mouth then let some drip down onto his cock to slick it up. König sighed, his head falling over the back of the chair as you slowly jerked him off. His thighs quivered under you, shoulders tensing every few seconds as he tried to move his arms.

It wasn’t long before he was practically begging you to speed up. His legs were restless under you. You could hear his boots scraping the ground as he tried to find a comfortable position for them. He was panting, chest heaving and you almost missed him moaning your name.

You glanced up at him and felt your stomach flip. He was looking at you with pure lust. His eyes lidded and the glint in his eyes had your face heating up. You slid your free hand under his hood, rubbing your thumb over his jawline as you pressed your forehead against his.

You were suddenly very aware of the temperature. Your gear felt too hot on you, König’s breath fanned hot air over your face and you were aware of how much you’d been sweating. A curse fell from your mouth and you pushed yourself back from König and the hand on his dick came to a stop.

“No, no. Please don’t stop,” he begs. “I’m so close. You can’t stop now.”

“König we’re not secure,” you mutter. “I don’t want to get caught like this.”

König groaned in complaint as you wrestled his dick back into his pants. You’d gotten it back into his boxers before you heard the thud of ropes falling to the ground and you were on the ground with him on top of you, your back pressed against the wall.

He held you in place by your hair as he stood up and pulled his dick back out. You couldn’t even speak before he was pressing the tip against your lips. “Open up.”

The tone in his voice shot fire through your veins and you did as told. König used the grip in your hair to keep your head still as he pressed into your mouth. The stretch to accommodate his size burned and you could feel yourself tearing up.

You placed your hands on his thighs to stabilize yourself as you tried to relax your jaw as much as possible. König cursed above you, resituating his legs so that you were practically trapped between the wall and him.

He knew you couldn’t take all of him in your mouth, you trusted he wouldn’t push you past your limits. The thought helped relax you body as König started fucking into your mouth. You felt the tip of his cock brush the back of your throat with each thrust in.

König was mumbling above you. You couldn’t make anything out with the squelching sound his cock was making. Your eyes fluttered shut and both your hands move to undo your own pants, you dick achingly hard.

You got your belt undone before König was tugging at your hair, regaining your full attention. “Hands off,” you hear him say, borderline snarling at you.

You groaned around his dick, reluctantly putting your hands back on his thighs. König grunted in approval, running his fingers over your scalp in some form of thank you.

The room filled with König’s grunts and groans and the squelching of his dick as he fucked your mouth. He was hunched over you, the hand not in your hair planted on the wall behind you so he could lean against it. His thrusts were getting more erratic, his groans louder.

Your fingers dug into his thighs in an attempt to ground yourself, to focus on your breathing. The grip in your hair tightened and you let out a noise of surprise as König pulled you farther down his dick.

You felt him go down your throat, your airway clogging momentarily as your nose pressed against the hair on his pelvis. König held you there for a moment but as soon as you pushed back against his thighs, he let you go completely and pulled his dick out of your mouth. You heard him jacking himself off above you as you fell into a coughing fit, caught between trying to catch your breath and trying to not choke on air.

König’s hand returned to your hair and he’d pulled you back upright, his tip pressed against your lips again as he came. You flinched as it shot up your cheek, narrowly missing your eye, the rest coating your lips.

He sighed quietly as he looked down at you. You could tell he was smiling under his hood. Whether at the mess he made or at you, you weren’t sure. You licked your lips to clean them off at least a little bit, fighting the urge to grimace at the taste as you swallowed.

The sound of static coming from your headset startled you and you felt yourself jerk as your teammate’s voice filled your ear asking anyone if they’d found König.

You did you best to calm your breathing as fast you could before responding, “Yeah, I found him. Just got him up and running.”

König took the time you were speaking with the team to put his dick away and pull out a handkerchief to wipe the rest of your face off. Your team made the decision of where to meet up and you were quick to shut your mic back off once it was decided.

You pushed yourself off the ground, sighing quietly as you redid your belt, hoping to whatever forces above that your boner wasn’t too noticeable. König chuckled as he watched you before gently grabbing your chin and tilting your face towards him. He cleaned the rest of his mess off of you, which you were more than grateful for, before leaning down and lifting his hood up just enough to kiss you.

“Thank you liebling,” he whispers as he stands back up. “We’ll continue this when we get back to base.”

“Long as you don’t try to kill me again,” you mumble, rubbing the front of your neck as you started out of the room. Despite your words, König could tell you were excited to get back.

#x male reader #smut #x reader #cod x reader #male reader #könig x reader #könig x male reader #choking #cod x male reader #tried to make him game accurate #did it work

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gaycragula · 13 days

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trying to write five different things is a different kind of confusing

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gaycragula · 14 days

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feelin the AC3 nostalgia

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gaycragula · 19 days

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Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request Ghost x assassin male reader who surprises Ghost with a sweet passionate kiss while hanging upside down?

Spider-Man Kisses

Pairing: Ghost x M!Reader Word Count: 679 Warning(s): Suggestive content, kissing, implications of a boner, descriptions of blood and gore, outright violence for the first 2 paragraphs, blood, assassin reader, assassination, graphic descriptions of blood Masterlist

Extra notes: Intended for m!reader but could be read as gn!reader. also im so sorry it took me forever to get to this </3

You let out a quiet grunt as you yanked your blade from a man’s body, pulling a handkerchief from your pocket to wipe it down. The man clawed at your boots, whatever he was trying to say coming out as gurgles as blood dripped from his mouth. You kicked his hand away, grimacing at the streak of blood he left on you.

It wasn’t long before the sounds of him struggling stopped and you let out a breath. You removed the ring from his finger and pocketed it, evidence that he was dead. He was a high priority target, you’ll get paid nicely for the kill.

You made your exit, quick and quiet, making use of the alleyway system to stay out of sight until you were a comfortable distance from the crime scene. Your pace slowed when you noticed a familiar figure appear ahead of you, walking in the opposite direction.

His apartment was in that direction, you assumed that’s where he was heading. You debated for a moment whether or not to cut him off, surprise him if you will. It wasn’t often you got the chance to catch him off guard.

It was a quick decision as you rerouted yourself to cut him off in the most convenient manner and you perched yourself atop a fire escape. Not long after, you spotted the outline of your boyfriend in the distance again. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

You didn’t get to see him very often. Both your current jobs keeping you separated most days. He must’ve just gotten back that day, it was rare that he wouldn’t call when he was home.

As he got closer, an idea popped into your head and you quickly put it into action. You hooked one leg around the railing of the fire escape, making sure it would hold your weight. You waited a little longer, listening to the sounds of his steps before you slipped yourself off the fire escape, ending up a few feet in front of him, upside down.

“Surprise!” You smile, trusting the punch he threw out of defense would stop before it hit you.

“Bastard,” you hear Ghost hiss out as he drops his fist. Despite the harsh name, you watched his face soften when he saw you. His usual cold demeanor warming up ever so slightly. You swear you could see a smile dance over his face for a split second before it went still again.

You chuckle out an apology before gesturing for him to come closer. Once he was in reach, you grabbed his face gently and pulled him into a kiss that quickly turned heated. “Couldn’t help myself,” you whisper between kisses, smiling against Simon’s lips. His lips were rough, as they often were, but you couldn’t help but love the way they felt against yours. “Missed you so much.”

Ghost’s hands found your arms and he mumbled something against your lips before separating. “C’mon down.”

“Right, one moment please, my good sir,” you tease before unhooking your leg and, with the help of Ghost, getting down on the ground.

You weren’t down for more than two seconds before Simon had you backed against a nearby wall, his lips back on yours. Your hand moved to cup his face while his moved to your waist. Both of you were breathless when you parted, chests heaving as you looked at each other.

Ghost leaned into you, placing his forehead on yours. You smile up at him, rubbing your thumb along his jawline before you trailed your hand into his blonde hair, brushing your fingers through it. His eyes lidded as he moved to kiss you again, his hand traveling under your shirt to sit on your waist. “Your place?” You breathe out as he separates and leans down to kiss your neck.

He nods against you. “Now,” the desperate tone he had mixed with the roughness of his voice had your heart skipping a beat, your pants suddenly feeling too tight as you grabbed Simon’s hand and tugged him in the direction of his apartment.

#ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #male reader #x male reader #x reader #cod x reader #fluff #implications of smut #suggestive #kissing #men kissing #spiderman kisses #upside down kisses #call of duty x male reader #established relationship #requested #not beta read

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