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#Call Of Duty Warzone
yeeril · 2 days
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— KÖNIG X F! READER SMUT
《Warning ⚠: this will be a 18+ fanfiction read at your own risk i guess ☆ 》
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It was late at night you and könig were having some fun as moans,whimpers and groans filled the room as it got heated "Princess are you sure you can take more..?" König asked, you nodded as you kept riding him, "Ngh..Fuck Y/n your d-..driving me fucking crazy" könig moaned as he gripped your hair roughly before pushing you down now ontop of you as he thrusts inside of you messing all of your insides, you moaned leaning your head back in pleasure and lust. König kissed your neck as he kept thrusting his hips grinding against your body as the bed creaked, könig then groaned before pushing fully into you filling you all up with his thick dick "Oh fuck..I think ima cum..!" You said as you gripped onto könig's back, arching your back as you panted heavily, starting to breathe heavy as you whimpered. "Not yet baby..just a few more minutes...Okay?" He growled low then grabbing your waist as a few seconds passed he came into you, his load shooting right inside of you, both you and könig moaned. "You did so good baby.." He caressed your cheek before helping you sit up straight "you may not be able to walk very straight but that's alright..Let me help you get all Cleaned up.."
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namikaaah · 25 days
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NIKTO
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I was so tired while I was painting this. I hope it was worth it...😪
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Y/N : I’m so hot. *standing in front of electric fan*
König : Yes you— I mean— yeah. Yeah its- its hot in here.
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azucarera-art · 1 year
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went back to my old trad art style + value study with this handsome devil (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)
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Dog Tags (CoD MW2)
18+ only MINORS DNI only Simon's blurb is NSFW but Price's could be suggestive
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Whenever they have to update their tags, Soap gives you his old ones. you keep one around the rear view mirror of your car, one in your bathroom, one on your nightstand. almost whenever you spend an extra amount of time you keep one of his extra tags tucked away in a drawer or left in an easy place to grab. you just liked to hold them, feel closer to Johnny somehow.
cw: light smut, fluff, GN!reader, boys being soft, i am writing self indulgent things so heres this. just the 141 boys, you and their dog tags.
the most important one is certainly the one you wear around your neck. it was the first one he ever gave you. the one he gave you when he promised to come back to you safe and sound after every mission. he hasn't broken that promise yet. when he comes home he kisses a straight line from the crown of your head, down the center of your face, stopping at your forehead, nose, lips, chin, all the way down to the tag that sat in the center of your chest. he'd gently brush it aside and kiss directly under it. "missed ya"
Gaz gave you his dog tags after he lost a bet. you bet he couldn't best you in a game you both had recently picked up and you were right! congratulations! you get to keep your limited edition figurine and he has to give you his.. "tags? you want my tags?"
Gaz shrugged and handed them over to you after pulling them over his head. he always had more at home, and there was always more to be made. watching as you happily hooked them onto your lanyard along with your keychains, Gaz smiled. they slotted perfectly between a keychain Gaz got you from a mission to Kuwait and your mail keys. you jangle them, grinning at the metallic clink. after tossing your keys on the coffee table in front of you, you gently pressed your body into his. his warmth wrapped around you when his arm brought you closer. feather light kisses were scattered over the top of your head, Gaz happily breathing in the sweet smell of your shampoo. "won't feel so far apart from you this way," you murmured staring at the shiny tags. you tilted your head up to return a soft kiss.
John's body sank further into the plush leather recliner while his hands sank further into the plush curve of your hips. your lips were relentless in their assault against his exposed skin. his jaw, the apples of his cheeks, just below his ears, just above his collarbone, all subject to your touch. you hummed pleasantly, nuzzling your nose softly into John's groomed beard. the deep, sweet smell of his beard oil filled your nose.
"awful lovey tonight," John chuckled, breathless. you always left him breathless. you simply hummed again, getting lost in your lips against his warm skin all over again. his rough hands pulled you impossibly closer, moving to the small of your back. your lips lead faster than your brain, making their way down to his chest. you kissed the cool metal against the soft fluff of his chest hair.
"I missed you, Captain." your eyes darted up to his, knowing good and well the buttons you were pushing.
your eyes were nearly crossed, watching the metal disks swing just above your head. despite being folded in half like a lawn chair, you were almost solely focused on the shining metal dangling just above you. your lipstick was smudged across one of them from when the 2 of you were splayed on the sofa, groping and kneading, kissing and caressing just moments before this.
"too much for ya sweet'eart?" Simon's teasing voice broke through your trance. you were sucked back into reality and the crushing weight of his body on yours
your insides felt like they shifted a foot upwards to make room for his cock battering into you. your body was split so sweetly for him, your brain a lustful mush. Simon's body was cut from marble, and you soaked in every detail from your place under his body. this is where you belonged, wrapped up in the arms of Simon Ghost Riley. and he knew it too, sometimes too well.
his pace never relented, but when your soft fingers wrapped around his tags he smiled. it was a content smile, not his usual 'im going to fuck you senseless' grin. under a soft moan, you returned the smile. with a playful yank at his tags, you pulled him close, allowing your lips to mold together perfectly like they always did.
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ghostslittlegf · 10 months
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“till-“ nah we ain’t stopping
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phantomglass · 5 months
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self aware cod au
There it is again. Their sweet laugh. He could hear it echoing around the empty aircraft after another round of victory. He looks at weapon in his hand, turning it around a few times before staring hard at it.
His thoughts ran wild, thoughts of you. How you controlled him to use this same weapon to execute your enemies. How you were able to quickly gain your focus back even after getting off guard several times by the enemy, Your great aim, Your swift moves in clicking and guiding him, Your compliments for him each time for getting a kill... Oh, you sure are generous with your compliments. Even when he feels shit about himself and even after knowing and loathing the reality that he's just codes put together for other people's entertaiment and fun,
but even then, he loves all the compliments and attention you gave him. He loves your voice, your laugh, the way you say his name. He hates the fact he couldn't see you. He often wondered what you look like. Especially after he somehow was able to get a small peak of your hologram face. It lasted for only a few seconds, but it felt like years passed. He was flabbergasted and became a stone for moment. You thought it was a glitch but really, it was just his encoded heart beating really fast. Then after awhile, came the thoughts of wanting to see you. To stare at you, to touch you, to hold you, to make you flustered just like how he did with just his voicelines. He wonders what you would do if he's right infront you, right now.
Suddenly the aircraft's ramp door began to open, making him look at it and your voice chiming in.
"Alright, you ready another round?"
Reblogs & comments are highly appreciated!
@phantomglass
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Thanking whoever made the poster because...
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I mean...
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Those arms are criminal and yes I'm talking about both Alejandro and Farah's
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Oh hey Alejandro got the 141 patch!
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ms-rampage · 1 year
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Y/n: "I am easy to lift, but hard to throw. What am I?"
König: "A leaf? Nein, a feather!."
Y/n: "Correct!."
König: *happy German noises*
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Y/n: "What is more useful when it is broken?."
König: *mumbles in German* "... Ein ei?." [An egg]
Y/n: *translates* "Correct!."
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angelstate · 3 months
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DadBestFriend!Konig x Young!Reader.
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DadBestFriend!Konig who always goes to your dad’s house when he isn't deployed, visits your family more than any of his actual family members because to him, having served in the military by your father’s side meant more than going to Austria and seeing his entitled sister and narcissistic mother, his dad long dead to even remember much of how he was like. 
DadBestFriend!Konig who although would never admit it out loud to anyone, does not only visit your house to see your father but also young little you, who he only got to meet when you moved in with your dad three years ago at age 18 to go to the university of your choice and study fashion design.
DadBestFriend!Konig who immediately caught a liking of your sweet and docile nature, appearing with gifts for you at your house door when he knows he isn’t home, and at first isn’t because of any malicious intention, at least not consciously. he just wants to gift you things he knows you like to show you that despite being in his 40s he is just the right fit to be your lover. 
DadBestFriend!Konig who pushes the narrative of “age is just a number” into your pretty little head, giving fucked up examples of relationships he knows his colleagues have where the age gap hadn’t been an inconvenience at all. Telling you that if it was so immoral as society make it out to be then a lot of people would be in jail. including your father because he and your mom had a 13 age gap when they got married. (disgusting bastard he is by making an example out of your parents)
DadBestFriend!Konig who visits so often your dad “convinced” him (Konig was the one of the idea) that he should move into the house instead of paying the rent of an apartment he barely used either way. claiming the house had a lot of empty space for him to occupy as he wished. 
DadBestFriend!Konig who shortly after moving in, takes 4 weeks of paid leave, saying that he only did it to get used to the house and grow comfortable to living with more people, even though he had stayed so many times over the last 10 years it was difficult to believe he needed time adjusting to anything. The only new addition your dad has had in the last three years was your presence in the house, which seemed to be a blessing more than anything else.
DadBestFriend!Konig who views you as the perfect little housewife, always doing something around the house, cooking dinner and lunch, cleaning and decorating every section of the house that is empty or lacks color. watering the plants every morning as you walked around, pajamas still on, under eye patches, and a face mask on your face. 
DadBestFriend!Konig who grows close to you quickly, not that you have anything in common, but he listens to you talk about the stupid little things young people like you are into, He often times swore he wasn’t old school, that he was a progressive man despite his age, but in reality, he wished nothing more to shut you up when you talked about wanting to work and build your career when you finished university instead of marrying someone and being a stay at home wife.
DadBestFriend!Konig who agrees with you that women shouldn’t get pregnant in their 20s. He is progressive in that at least, he knows and has seen how women resent having children so young and don’t get to experience drinking or going out. His mother was one of those women, she resented him for having him when she was 19 years old, (even though any time she brought it up he would tell her she should’ve kept her legs closed) and even more so when his dad abandoned her not even three months after he was born.
DadBestFriend!Konig who pretends to change his mind about certain topics of women being independent, playing the long game of slowly making you change your mind and have a more conservative look about certain things, the ones he knows that he needs you to have in order to make the perfect little housewife out of you.
DadBestFriend!Konig who can’t help but smile when you ask him to go shopping with you, saying that he always seems to find the most modest clothing items that had started to grow into you after Konig spent the last 2 weeks showing you and discussing how it looked well kept and professional, not outright calling it modest as to not trigger your brain into thinking he was trying to suppress your more revealing clothing style (he was though, he was really trying to suppress your “slutty” way of dressing)
DadBestFriend!Konig who doesn’t give a fuck about changing your mind about sexual modesty in the slightest, because he knows that you were too focused on your studies to sleep around, he knows you don’t like one-night stands and that guys your age don’t know how to treat women right. He feels no need to put effort into keeping you away from sexual interactions because you seem to be pretty opposed to them all by yourself.
DadBestFriend!Konig who only realizes that it also means you are pretty opposed to sleeping with him after you tell him that you aren’t looking for a partner at all and you rather just focus on yourself and your goals, that maybe after you finish your career you would consider looking for someone.
DadBestFriend!Konig who decides to double down his efforts and starts to be more pushy, leaning into you when you are cooking something, asking about the dish you're making as he cages you in between the countertop and him, pressing his chest against your back, his breath brushing against your neck, making you shiver, a small twitch of your shoulder that you don’t notice but he does, making a mental note your neck is sensitive.
DadBestFriend!Konig who is aware that sharing his most intimate problem with you isn’t appropriate but doesn’t give two fucks, telling you that is been so long since he slept with someone, that being a Colonel has left so little time available for him to meet women, that he is nothing short of pent up but doesn’t want to sleep with a woman he has never met before, needing a sort of connection before having sex.
DadBestFriend!Konig who knows he is not only being pushy but also borderline manipulative and can’t bring himself to care no matter how much the guilt eats him alive, and at times he wishes he had met you later in life so it wouldn’t be immoral of him to go after you, but God, aren’t you the perfect woman for him despite your young age and lack of experience in every aspect of life.
DadBestFriend!Konig who has an extremely big amount of self-control, having played a year-long game of playing with your mind, making you more and more open about the fact that older men treat women better, know more, and can protect you like no boy your age could ever do, giving you a more traditional look at life. He doesn’t give a fuck about having kids though, that’s why he never tried to change your mindset about being child-free, God knows he would kill himself if he ever had a kid to take care of. 
DadBestFriend!Konig who pretends to act surprised when you confess your love to him, saying his words back to him about age being just a number and if people don’t like it then they should look away. 
DadBestFriend!Konig who pretends to think about saying yes to you, pretending he cares about your youth and your ability to live it if you were with him, not because he actually cares in the slightest how it affects you, he just wants to hear your argument about it being alright, hearing his manipulative words that he fed you for a year finally coming from your mouth. 
DadBestFriend!Konig who immediately jumps at the opportunity to claim his “boyfriend privileges” the moment you say yes to being his lover. more or less dragging you to your room and throwing you on the bed, claiming on top of you till his thigh is between your legs, pressing against your covered cunt, feeling you throb at the small contact, unaware of the long night ahead of you. (Thank God your father had been deployed 4 days before, leaving the house alone with no risk of you being heard by him if you moaned too loudly.)
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aprils-artsy · 5 months
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Fanart of Ghost, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II
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Fanart of Zombie Ghost (not accurate), Call of Duty: Warzone
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Been wanting to draw Simon 'Ghost' Riley since I got into COD 😭 And no, I never played the game, I only watch the gameplay walkthrough 😅 i will still be drawing more in the future!
(Zombie Ghost was a last minute work. I love his Zombie skin and would draw a proper one in the near future. For now I only added the blood and the overall colours to match the overall artwork ❤)
This was actually done for @/lord_gris 's inktober Gristober, number 11. Skull💀 on Instagram. Eventhough I am 1 week late, I still do want to give credit to her for the idea!
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Reference used: Modern Warfare II, III and thanks to @ave661 for the amazing renders of him (+ others too!)! I have been keeping up with your works recently ever since I got in COD and you never fail to impress me each time you post a new work! I have used your renders for both inspiration and references for my art and it really helped me so much!😭 Words cannot described how amazing your renders are of them!! I will be using more in the future and will not forget to credit you in all social medias so thank you very much again!🥰❤
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rileysghostt · 1 year
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SPECGRU: GHOST
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tacticalanxiety · 1 month
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whispermask · 1 year
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that König rizz 😳
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wxnheart · 8 months
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Simon has his moments whether you know it or not.
His father's words ring like echoes he can't escape from and no matter how hard he tries, he can't help but second-guess himself when it comes to you.
Being a soldier is a hell of a lot easier than being in a relationship. There are absolutes—sureties—and direction, and the twitch of the trigger finger or a shadow cast over the enemy's eyes was all the decision necessary between life and death.
But off the field with you, there's nuance, shades of grey darker and deeper than anything that's been thrown at him before, and he thinks of his parents. He thinks of his dad, a black hole of misery and hate, never offering a kind word and lashing out at the thought that his sons would even think to be better than him. Simon thinks of his mother and how he watched the light in her eyes dim over the years, watched as the cherished floral perfume and cheeky grin became a fleeting memory because the miserable fuck would rather have a soulless husk for a wife than the proud woman who could and would challenge him, and he fears becoming like his father. And every day he fights that battle and wonders if he'll ever win the war.
He thinks you could do better. Fuck, he knows you can. He isn't the most attractive nor is he the most personable. Bloody hell, he still freezes up whenever you surprise him with a hug or kiss—Simon's thoughts linger on these more than they abso-fucking-lutely should.
But then he sees your smile and the brightness in your eyes so unlike his mother's. He sees you being yourself unashamed, and the way you shower him with affection makes him feel like the most special motherfucker on the planet. He remembers when you first called him by his name and for once he didn't feel the dread or hear the lingering threat behind it.
So yeah, Simon fears becoming like his father. He fears it and fights that battle every fucking day, but you... because of you...
Shit, you're all the more reason for him to win that goddamn war.
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Werewolf! Konig
NSFW MDNI!
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cw: werewolf au, size kink, "not", religious themes, gn! reader, google translate moment, lamb used as a term of endearment, bit of role play??
you sobbed so sweetly into the thin red carpet of the church. your body was laced in a thin layer of sweat, only illuminated by the silver blue window panes. back arched, knees aching, you called out to your god, panting between cries of pleasure.
Konig's wide hand pressed your head, pushing your cheek further to the floor. "cry for your god little lamb, er kommt nicht, um dich zu retten.." ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ
the massive creature had finally cornered you. so ironic that this hellish beast had you on all fours in front of the alter. god gazed upon you, you could feel him turn his back to you when you relished in the pleasure of sin, right at his feet. the cold shun you got, no answer to your cries. none at all.
every time you would pray to the wretched gods they would simply take from you and give nothing in return. you watched as people won millions, people healed from illnesses, but you. they couldn't even spare another glance.
"what's wrong, kleines lamm? Du hast wohl die Sprache verloren.." ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵘˢᵗᵛᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵖᵉᵉᶜʰ
you felt his clawed hand creep around the side of your neck. cold claws grazed your pulse, your veins, the tendons of your neck. he pulled you back against him, your back against his broad chest. you could feel him bulging out every inch of you. his giant maw was right above you now, giving you a good look at just how big he was.
konig was pushing 10 feet if not more. the fact he fit inside you at all was a miracle. finally, one prayer god answered.
his hand rested over your stomach, pressing his claws into your flesh. "could eat you alive," he growled, hunching over until you were caged under him.
the hard church floor rubbed red bruises into your knees, your elbows. eventually you let your chest fall to the thin carpet, cheek relishing in the cool feeling against your face. konig lifted your hips with ease. you could tell he was trying to work your body open for his knot.
fuck why was he so big
konig gently licked at your spine, gathering your wrists in one broad hand. you didnt protest. you never did. since this back and forth started. you prayed for the gods to bring you something, anything to live for. maybe they worked 2 miracles. giving your body the resilience to fit his swelling knot and giving you someone who adores the way it does.
you panted, gently rocking your hips back against him. his chest rumbled, glowing eyes meeting yours. you stared into the upside down face of your werewolf partner. his woodsy scent filled your nose, his breathy growls and huffs filled your ears, his body filled yours.
your back arched a bit more, allowing him just the right angle to hit every sweet spot so deliciously. "please.." you whimpered through a breath. "konig.. i can take it."
say no more
it only took a few more thrusts before you were being split open by him. he encouraged your body with soft licks and more drool. there was a satisfied silence through the cold church when his knot finally popped
when the breath came back to your lungs your lower half was twitching and involuntarily grinding on his. he held you still with a firm hand, letting a shiver stand his fur on end.
fuck..
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