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Updated Masterlist

Started: 5/18/2024

Updated: 5/18/2024

Total Works: 12

Italics = Smut

Call of Duty

Headcanons

König

Orc!König

John Price

Orc! Price

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Alien! Johnny Pt 1

Chubby chaser! Johnny Pt 1

Chubby chaser! Johnny Pt 2

Drabbles

König

Special

John Price

Tummy Love

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Pride

Red Dead Redemption 2

Headcanons

Charles Smith

A total munch

Making love

Drabbles

Arthur Morgan

Differences

Staring

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in honor of a new toy that I got that made me think of Alien! Johnny :) female reader in mind and as usual, MDNI!

Alien! Johnny who doesn't understand human anatomy, so you decide to give a little one-on-one lesson.

Alien! Johnny who's so attentive when you undress, having never seen a human female before.

Alien! Johnny who cups your breasts with large hands and weighs the supple skin in his calloused palms.

Alien! Johnny who rubs a thumb against your stiffening nipples, your reactions not going unnoticed by the watchful and eager being.

Alien! Johnny who can't help but take a nipple into his hot mouth, suckling on the nub while his hand kneads at your other breast.

Alien! Johnny who becomes addicted to the sounds of your moans and knows he'll do whatever it takes to get more out of you.

Alien! Johnny whose hand trails down to the wet cavern between your legs, excited to see what else would come out of this anatomy lesson...

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Currently done with all of my finals, and I graduate tomorrow with my bachelor’s. So expect some headcanons and/or fics as a celebration🥳

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It's my birthday, so enjoy some Chubby Chaser! Johnny headcanons :)

Chubby Chaser! Johnny who finally gets his hands on you after ogling at you from across the bar.

Chubby Chaser! Johnny who can barely keep his off you as he pushes you into your hotel room, lips sloppily locking with yours and tongue tracing the inside of your teeth.

Chubby Chaser! Johnny who wastes no time in peeling the little dress from your plush body to reveal every single inch of your soft skin to his prying hands and eyes.

Chubby Chaser! Johnny who drinks in every dip, curve, and roll of yours, rough, calloused hands dragging across your body like you’re made of glass… the most pristine, perfect piece of art he’s ever seen.

Chubby Chaser! Johnny who watches as he sinks his thick cock into your tight cunt, fingers spilling over with the soft fat of your hips.

Chubby Chaser! Johnny who’s like a dog in heat, panting and drooling on your full breasts before taking a nipple into his waiting mouth.

Chubby Chaser! Johnny who cums hard into the condom with his dick seated deep inside of you, desperately wishing for sometime soon that he’ll feel your walls clenched around him… bare and raw with maybe even a ring on your finger, but he was getting ahead of himself.

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Orc! Price who utters those exact words as he slips his long, hard cock into your slippery cunt.

Orc! Price who sinks inch by inch into you with a guttural growl, praises falling from his lips at how well you're doing.

Orc! Price who nuzzles his face against the soft skin of your neck, but is mindful of his tusks as he waits for you to adjust to his size.

Orc! Price and the sinful roll of his hips as his cockhead nudges against your cervix, not even caring if you can't take his full length.

Orc! Price who cums deep inside of you with the promise that you'll be carrying his little ones soon... a deep rumble of contentment being pulled from the depths of his chest as he warms you with you settled on his broad, scarred chest.

hmmmm orc price saying stuff like "gotta break you in".

yay or nay?

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friendly reminder that yes, the cod men would love you. even if you were fat. enough with the “let’s be realistic, they wouldn’t like me” stuff.

they’re not real and they would love you. 👍

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Okay but chubby chaser! Johnny...

Chubby chaser! Johnny who spots you from across the bar and knows you're the one.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who drinks in your curves, from your full breasts down to your pudgy tummy and wide hips.

Chubby chaser! Johnny whose pants get a little too tight just from the way your lips are moving as you talk to your friend.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who imagines you bent over with the jiggle of your ass as he thrusts into you.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who is dying to suckle at your breasts, knowing very well he can treat you just right.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who just has to muster up the courage to go and talk to a beauty such as yourself.

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Okay but been thinking of Orc!König.

Orc!König who finds you when raiding your village with his clan and who knows you're far sweeter, far more rewarding than the other treasures he loots from the village.

Orc!König who takes you with him as a trophy no matter how hard you fight back and can't deny the fact that it only riles him up more.

Orc!König who dresses you in the finest furs and gives you the best meats and sweetest fruits to feast upon to properly court you.

Orc!König who is reassured you're the one when you tend to his wounds after a nasty scrap with a fellow orc.

Orc!König who allows you to braid his hair, adding a little bead along with the others in his auburn locks to symbolize your marriage.

Orc!König who lays you upon the furs lining the floor of his tent to make love to you, keeping you warm all night long with the sounds of his guttural grunts and groans filling the tent.

Orc!König whose heart beats wildly at the sight of you being pregnant with a half-orc baby, watching as you waddle around camp with a hand on your back and one cradling your swollen stomach.

Orc!König and the way he will smite anyone who even breathes wrong in your direction, vowing to protect you and your baby from anyone and anything.

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Ngl I’m having a chronic pain flare up atm and your fics genuinely make me feel so much better! Got me giggling n kicking my feet!

I hate to hear about your chronic pain, and I genuinely hope it gets better! But thank you so much for your support! It's greatly appreciated :)

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Oh I’m gonna need more Charles smith headcanons please!!

Thank you for your request! I apologize for the late response, as school has been a hassle considering I graduate in May. But here are more Charles Smith headcanons for you!

Just imaging the first time Charles Smith makes love to you. Because Charles Smith is the king of lovemaking. Period. He’s so gentle, even as he’s slipping his leaking cockhead past your tight resistance. Need a break? He stops immediately. If not, he’s pushing inch by inch of his thick, meaty cock into you until he’s snug against your cervix. He’s not continuing until you give him the word to! But once you’re settled, he’s setting a deep and steady pace of rocking into you… the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the shared tent as the heat builds inside. Whispers sweet nothings in between kisses to your swollen lips. Uses a calloused thumb to bring you to orgasm first because you’re his top priority. After that, he’s cumming soon after you. Filling you to the brim with the warmth of his cum. The aftercare is even more heavenly, but that’s another post haha. Again… stan Charles Smith or else!!!

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pride: simon 'ghost' riley x reader

warnings: smut, afab!reader, feminine reader, mdni 18+!!!

smut begins under the cut :) enjoy! words: 251

“Feel that, lovie?”

Her mouth parted in an ‘o’ as fingernails dragged down the broad expanse of his back. Her makeup was ruined: sparkling gloss smeared around her lips and mascara running down her cheeks. And it was all because of the man hovering over her.

“S’what y’do to me.”

A thick, tattooed forearm rested near her head while the other had a hand planted firmly at her hip. Sticky, lip shaped marks adorned his pale skin, which he wore with a sense of pride.

Pride.

Simon felt it in the way he was able to make her moan, to make her pussy clench tighter around his cock that dragged along her gummy walls. He was prideful in the way earlier she was pressed to his side when they went to the pub.

Oh, how pretty she looked on his arm. She belonged to him and no one else.

And that filled him with such pride.

Just the way she was whining his name and begging for release had his head spinning and cock twitching.

Whoever said pride was a sin had never felt the touch of her hands or her lips… heard the symphony of her moans or witnessed the way she arched her back with a sheen of sweat covering her flushed skin when she came. They had never felt the delicious squeeze of her wet walls that had Simon spiling deep inside of her, filling her to the brim with his cum.

Yes, he was indeed a prideful man.

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Charles Smith is a munch and an enthusiastic one at that. I’m talking man could live and die between the thighs. Waking you up with his tongue or fingers. His fingers!!! They’re so long and thick, the perfect girth that you’re barely able to take three and he loves to watch the way your pussy lips spread open around his digits and clench around them. Now his tongue? Oh boy, Charles is a MASTER. Loves to tongue your hole or broaden it to lap at your clit. Will not stop until you’ve cum at least three times minimum… max? Well, there’s no telling on that. This man is such a giver, and what he gives most is worshipping your pussy like you’re an absolute goddess! Stan Charles Smith right now or else-

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differences: arthur morgan x reader

warnings: smut, afab!reader, mdni 18+, slight angst if you squint

another arthur morgan drabble for my bestie :) smut underneath the cut!

Rough fingertips drag along stiff nipples, callouses hard against smooth skin. Skin that was free of scars unlike his own.

And the realization of how different they were seemed to settle on Arthur’s shoulders, a weight that began to feel heavier as the days passed. For he was an outlaw, living his life on the run, and a lowly cowpoke that had to kill and steal just to get by.

And well, she was far from that. She was but a lady that yearned for excitement from her dreary life as the daughter to one of the upscale men in town, and he supposed that she found her excitement by getting tangled up with the likes of him.

Tangled like their limbs, left in a sweaty mess with twitching bodies and stolen kisses between catching breaths.

It was a wonder that even with their differences that she fell for Arthur, that he fell for her. He reckoned it was hard not to. Because she was soft, tasting of peaches but far sweeter. Especially the nectar that he discovered between her legs.

Legs that were wrapped around his thick middle, ankles locked at his back with his cock rocking in and out of her gummy walls.

It was with open-mouthed kisses that he would worship the entirety that was her body. Heaving breasts and a nipple in his hot mouth, a squeeze of her cunt around his cock made him forget about life outside these hotel walls that were the only way they could enjoy each other's company. While they were different – him and her – those differences were wiped away with a single kiss.

A kiss to each other’s lips in a final goodbye: a semblance of their forbidden love as he wipes away the cum that slowly cools on her heated skin.

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staring: arthur morgan x reader

warnings: implied smut, afab!reader, mdni 18+

back in my rdr2 era everyone. this was for a friend :)

“Does it make y’nervous when I stare?”

Arthur’s voice is low and gravelly as his rough fingers pause their path downwards against her much softer body. Callouses catch on the material of her corset, but he doesn’t mind. On the contrary, it only spurred him on to rid her of the undergarments even more. She shakes her head in response to his question, but that only gets a guttural hum in response.

“Then why d’ya get so shy when I do it? Or when I do this…”

Thick fingers drag along the skin of her arms, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake despite the heat that’s built up in the shared space. Not a comprehensive word falls from her bitten lips as he continues his ministrations: stroking and caressing every bit of skin that was available or even it wasn’t, her still being covered by her undergarments that were suddenly too hot.

All the while, he gazed at her with those eyes of his. Sky-blue eyes with flecks of gold decorating the cornea around a black pupil. Eyes that have seen blood, betrayal, and death, but were gazing at her like she had hung the moon and the stars. And Arthur wasn’t a religious man by any means, but to him she was an angel in disguise.

Perhaps that was why he stared, committing her imagine to memory to only turn to the light his lamp when the intimacy had ended and he had returned to his own tent, to draw her in his journal solely by memory.

Because he would continue to stare as she came undone from his fingers alone. Toe curling, back arching pleasure with a sheen of sweat across her soft skin that never ceased to amaze him. And Arthur would play it back in his memory courtesy of the way he stares.

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special: könig x reader

female reader in mind! please do not read if you are under 18!!!! also i used google translate because i only speak english, so i apologize for any bad german. this was for a friend and partially self indulgent. the drabble starts under the cut. enjoy :)

It was when his cock hit the back of her throat that a low groan is pulled from his thin lips, and he realized just how special you were. His broad chest rises and falls, the pale skin covered in scars short and long: from bullet wounds to knife slashes alike.

“Scheisse…”

The word adds to the symphony of the wet slurps and soft gags that come from the woman on her knees before him, looking comically small against the Austrian man’s long, thick limbs. His flexing, hair covered thigh was the size of her head, and the realization alone caused heat to shoot through his veins like pure molten lava. He had always loved how much smaller she was compared to him; hell, everyone was smaller when it came to König. But it was something far more special when it was her, especially when he was able to pick her up with such ease – when he was able to dwarf her in both size and height. Then again… everything about her was special.

Special in the way that her eyelashes bat upwards at him and her orbs meet his half-lidded ones. And oh so special in the way that her tongue circles his oozing cockhead with one of her hands squeezing what couldn’t fit in her mouth. Yes, she was something special indeed.

“So besondere.”

Translations:

Scheisse = shit

So besondere = so special

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tummy love: john price x reader

female reader in mind! it's very self indulgent because this fandom needs more chubby!reader content, and who better to do it with than john price? the drabble starts under the cut! enjoy :)

It was with large handfuls of the fatty tissue of her stomach, lined with lightning bolts of stretchmarks and littered with dimples from cellulite, that he tugs her further against his throbbing cock. Calloused hands knead away at each dip and roll, and her gummy walls clench tighter around him.

John lets out a choked groan at the telltale sign of her orgasm quickly approaching much like his own, yet his grip remained firm on her stomach with each slap of his hips against her ass. A muffled moan is tugged from her lips, a call of his name that has John’s head spinning and balls tightening.

“Feel s’good, lovie…”

He punctuates the words with the grind of his hips and a bead of sweat rolls down his temple. His grip on her tummy tightens – her beautiful, goddess like middle that he had previously peppered with scratchy kisses because he was a weak man when it came to everything about her. The sight was one to behold, along with the jiggle of her ass when John’s hips pick up the pace and caused another breathy moan to meet his ears like the sweetest song.

“Atta girl, let go now… f’me?”

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to love the ghost: a simon riley/reader poem

you are the sun,

and he is the moon.

the chocolate to his

secret sweet tooth.

relishing in your heat,

in your magnificence,

and the brilliance

of your smile and light.

for he was the color blue,

forever a man of solitude.

and you were yellow,

with happiness and joy

that in the beginning

he dare not enjoy

in fear that you'll dissipate

like the fading light

that always comes

with the best of things

and the approach of night.

because in every universe,

you were his

and he was yours:

the beauty to his beast,

a doberman and the tabby.

~to love the ghost