#call of duty kick

[gunnrblze]

Alex V. “Ajax” Johnson moodboard + random headcannons

-his middle name is Vance

-from southwest USA area (Arizona/New Mexico/Nevada/Texas)

-middle child, had two sisters that he loved so so dearly (“my girls” is how he’d refer to them. everyone that really knew him knew about his girls back at home)

-had the best sense of humor amongst the Ghosts, next to Kick and Rorke (and Merrick, believe it or not)

-epitome of stubborn, absolutely didn’t give a fuck (view: him flipping the Feds off while being tortured). was both a gift and a curse for him

-knew Keegan since they were teens (canon bc of Sand Viper, but I like to think they go back a little further than that)

-blues/punk/rock/industrial/hip hop/classical/alternative listener. 70s music lover

-first in his family to join the military. his mother nearly had a heart attack

-favorite Ghost aside from Keegan was Rorke, big mentor for him. made the betrayal sting even more, watching the man abandon the values he helped instill in him

-had the gene that makes cilantro taste like soap

-Sand Viper felt like a fever dream to him, and it took a while to even remotely calm his nervous system down. he had nightmares for a while, like most of them did, and would sleep near Keegan whenever possible

-^he considered it what made him a man rather than a boy

-used to prank Rorke and Elias on base with the other guys. if anyone got caught, it was usually him (you could always hear him snickering off in the background somewhere)

-was pretty close with Torch before he went missing

-being the youngest/least experienced member during the Legends Never Die mission was daunting to him. Keegan, although only by a year, was always the youngest, so he felt a ton of pressure for that reason

-mediocre dancer, except for classic ballroom type dances actually. grew up watching his parents do the foxtrot and waltz, so his tango skills were swoon worthy

-^which was a weapon because he’s also very very charming. flirted in an either lighthearted and jokey way or an absolutely bewitching and alluring way. typa guy to quite literally charm his way into your pants

-very ironically used to dress up as a ghost for Halloween when he was a kid a lot. he wondered if maybe he was always destined to be one, either as a part of the task force or his inevitable demise

-had a wide and pretty smile, naturally straight teeth that lit his face up when he grinned (like I imagine Hesh would have too)

-looked the best of all the Ghosts with the standard military issue buzz cut. could pull off any hairstyle he was given (cus he was handsome lmfao, that’s it)

-did band in middle school. his sisters teased him for being a flute player instead of doing sports but bless his heart he was good at it!

-was a littleeee bit of a nerd. Could bond with Kick over techy stuff sometimes

-would dream about the sunsets from his hometown when shit got particularly rough, especially during his early marine days. the desert skies brought him peace

[cloangi]

Dropping some more drawings here

Here's an extra random one I did of some random person that may match multiple irl profiles

[aoioozora]

Platonically sharing a bed with the Ghosts

One-bed scenario hcs with the Ghosts, and you get to see their sleeping habits. Enjoy!

Logan Walker:

A little awkward about sharing the bed, but not against it.

Even though he's shared beds with Hesh when he was younger, he hasn't done it in a long time. And with someone of the opposite sex? It's a little awkward.

But he's not awkward in his sleep. He'd probably sleep in a starfish position, accidentally kick your back or put his leg on top of you

And maybe if he's having a nightmare, he might cuddle you for some comfort.

David 'Hesh' Walker:

Also awkward about sharing the bed but tries to hide it and plays it cool, telling himself, "it's just gonna be one night."

But he cannot keep his cool once you hit the bed next to him.

He loves cuddling but since both of you are just coworkers, he's fighting the urge so hard because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. He ends up not getting a wink of sleep for a couple hours

But when he does sleep, he sleeps like he's a dead body in a coffin, fingers intertwined and all, straight and tall like a soldier.

Sleeptalks sometimes, but it's just incoherent mumbling.

Elias 'Scarecrow' Walker:

He gets in bed, says "good night" and proceeds to not acknowledge you unless necessary. He is visibly embarrassed and annoyed by this arrangement, but doesn't complain about it.

He sleeps in a rather loose fetal position, tosses and turns around a lot and it keeps you awake for a while until he finally stops and falls into a deep sleep.

Tends to wedge his hand in between his knees when asleep.

Although he can sleep anywhere, he prefers a completely dark room with minimal light

If there's too much light, on goes the eye mask.

Thomas Merrick:

It's written all over his face. He's AWKWARD. But he doesn't say anything so as to not make you uncomfortable. And you don't say anything to him either.

He even offers to sleep on the floor to escape this ordeal, but you refuse and have him sleep on the bed, since it was big enough for two and you didn't want him to be uncomfortable.

He obliges and gets in bed, but makes sure he keeps plenty of space between you and him (he's at the risk of falling off the bed)

And when you tell him to chill out, he grumbles, "I'm... chill." The hip and groovy slang doesn't roll out of his Millennial tongue very well.

He eventually falls asleep facing away from you, hogging the blanket and burying himself in it like he is a worm in a chrysalis.

Big, strong guy sometimes feels like he needs some protection from the world too.

Keegan Russ:

His face is blank. He does feel awkward about it but neither his face, his voice, nor his body language betray any of what he feels.

He sets up a wall of pillows in the middle of the bed. "Neither of us are crossing this line, alright?" he says, and you nod, not planning on doing so anyway.

Both of you go to sleep. He sleeps in a tight fetal position and hugs the pillow he's sleeping on.

Another position he sleeps in is on his stomach with his knee hoisted up. He won't care if it's bad for the spine, it's comfy.

Give him a few hours and he's already disregarded his own rule, and has pushed away the pillow wall to simply press his head against your back, just to feel a little less lonely.

Kick:

Not awkward AT ALL. He actually digs this arrangement but is trying not to show it. But the amused smirk on his face blows his cover.

He sleeps very comfortably and if he's close enough friends with you and ensures you don't mind his touch, he would actually shamelessly cuddle you.

And you find his cuddling comfortable.

Sometimes sleeps like a Victorian child dying of a disease, having his hand on his head and all that

By the time it's morning, he's on the floor

Alex 'Ajax' Johnson:

Ajax genuinely doesn't care. Only one bed? He'll just shrug and go along with it. He's done this countless times.

In a way, him not caring makes you feel a little less awkward about it.

He keeps his distance from you and doesn't trouble you at all

He's an absolute madman to sleep without a blanket, and it's not just because he's used to it. It's a preference. He doesn't feel very cold.

Light sleeper. But he snores a bit.

Not a cuddler, but he wouldn't mind if you cuddled with him to keep warm.

Riley:

No awkwardness, no shame, only a little baby happy to sleep on the bed with you.

BED HOGGER!

Normally a light sleeper since he's a dog, but in complete safety, he sleeps like the dead, deep enough to dream

On hot days, he likes to lean against the headrest and sleep on his back to support his legs.

On cold days, he sleeps in a doughnut formation with his nose tucked under his tail.

He's a warm boy, loves to cuddle. Even when he needs his space, he'll make sure he keeps either his tail or his paw touching you.

He's an early riser and to wake you up, he'll either lick, paw, or nudge your face with his cold nose.

BONUS - Gabriel Rorke:

Like Ajax, he doesn't care. Once he hits the bed, he's conked out.

He has one of his legs hanging out of the bed, a nightmarish thing for a kid who might see this. You tell him jokingly, "The monster under the bed will grab your leg and drag you underneath." And he just says, "I am the monster under the bed," to assert dominance to the imaginary beasts.

Light sleeper, and sleeps on his back, arms crossed like he has a meeting to attend in 30 minutes.

He sometimes has his eyes half-open, which is kinda freaky

And being a light sleeper, you don't know whether he's asleep or awake and trolling you.

Read this next! Romantically sharing a bed

[capt-zjaybird]

strange pixel dude!!

[bloodyquillink-blog]

Animals, CoD Ghosts HC’s

What animals/creatures are the Ghosts?

A/N🪶: These are just my options! Feel free to send me yours. These are for all the Ghosts, including former, deceased and current within the Ghosts game. This list will include Rorke, Ajax and Elias Walker. Also this is going to be formatted differently from the first HC, Natural Disasters.

David “Hesh” Walker - German Shepard

Hesh is loyal, probably to a fault. Willing to do whatever it takes to protect the ones he loves and get the job done, even if he gets injured in the process.

^ Bringing me to my next point, Hesh is very protective of his family. The mere idea of anyone getting hurt is enough to get this man baring his teeth and attacking.

In the Natural Disasters list, I mentioned that Hesh, according to Urban Dictionary, means courageous, another trait of German Shepards.

One more trait that applies is also Shepards, really any animal in general, being alert as well. This is a given, though, considering he is a soldier in active war zones especially with such effective and deadly enemies. He needs to make every second count and can’t afford to slack in these areas.

I should mention that Shepards are obedient yet stubborn. Hesh knows when to listen to his superiors but he’ll easily let you know when he doesn’t agree with something. Think about when Merrick, Keegan and Elias (mask on) picked them up and Hesh was yelling about their dad still being caught in the crossfire. Merrick got Hesh to sit his ass down but Hesh was clearly not happy about it, understandably.

Logan Walker - Mountain Lion

Mountain lions can’t roar and Logan can’t, or —depending on your headcanons, consciously chooses not to— talk.

Logan finds other methods of communicating, for example, when he and Keegan were about to bust into the room to get to Ajax, Logan used his fingers to count down.

The National Wildlife Federation website says “Mountain lions are territorial and solitary. They use pheromones and physical signs… to define their territory.” (Mountain Lion, Fun Fact.)

Mountain lions are known for being very stealthy predators, again a given considering the fact we’re talking about the Ghosts.

The Mountain Lion Foundation describes them as being relentless hunters which almost connects it to the wiki quote for Logan that calls him a cold-blooded killer and an excellent soldier (CoD Ghosts: Wiki, Logan Walker, Personality.).

Elias T. “Scarecrow” Walker - Black Bear

Scary but not as scary as you may expect.

While Elias is certainly ready to do his job at any point no matter how bloody, he still has his weak spots, that being his sons.

He’s caring but while be stoic when necessary. He’s not territorial but will protect his friends and family when the time calls for it.

Also one detail I find cute about bears is that they have DNA relation to dogs, albeit very distant. I like to call bears giant murder puppies :D

Thomas A. Merrick - Grizzly Bear

I want to say that grizzly bears are often considered to be more dangerous than black bears and more likely to attack if given a reason to.

Both grizzlies and black bears can charge but where black bears may shift away at the last second and avoid attacking, grizzlies may continue to charge and attack their target (once again I’m thinking about Merrick punching Rorke because it just makes me laugh, that man was not ready).

Of course, Merrick is dangerous but he knows when the time is and isn’t appropriate despite his temper. Merrick is a big dude too, so I think this works (“stocky”).

Gabriel T. Rorke - Polar Bear

Once he has his sights on you, you’re already gone.

Hehe, polar bears are mighty dangerous.

Polar bears are bigger and stronger sometimes, but other time grizzlies and polars can be about the same in build.

Polar bears are more likely to attack considering they have fewer resources for food and typically eat a lot as well.

Fun fact: Polar bears don’t hibernate.

^^^ Piggy backing off that, Rorke doesn’t seem to be resting. He’s always planning something, whether it be a plan B or future plans.

He’s a very large and commanding presence who will find alternatives when desperate, willing to do what he must to make sure his plans are completed.

Keegan P. Russ - Leopard

Fast, sneaky. You don’t know he’s there until it’s too late.

Fun Fact: Leopards can roar. Keegan, though very quiet, stills speaks and intimidates with his voice when necessary.

Leopard’s are solitary and ambush hunters, I don’t need to explain this but I will.

If you recall, Rorke had a lot of trouble getting his nasty ass hands on Keegan after kidnapping the Walker family and Merrick.

His first objective was to find Keegan. In my eyes, it’s because he knows that as long as Keegan is alive, Rorke isn’t safe.

Like many animals, leopards care for one another, seen with families. I think Keegan is a very caring person but he avoids showing it often, which is fair.

Keegan continuously checks in with Logan throughout the game. In the underwater mission, he made sure Logan was okay. If you look closely when walking behind Keegan on the submarine, Keegan turns his head back to us briefly.

Alex V. “Ajax” Johnson - Elephant

Ajax is smart and powerful, I want to say he’s very determined.

In the short time we knew him, he was very stubborn as well. He didn’t give up anything and held out for a while. Though he was a lower rank than the other characters.

In his last moments, he made sure the last Ghosts knew what was happening in a last ditch effort to keep them safe and aware.

It’s hard to pin down super specific traits due to the fact that elephants can exhibit many and there’s not much we can give to Ajax.

I want to say that Ajax was more laid-back with his friends and comrades, leaving his bold energy for those who don’t deserve his respect ( insert the iconic scene where Ajax puts up his middle finger right at the Federation soldier ).

Like all the animals and characters on this list, Ajax was dangerous when necessary. He wasn’t spending every moment trying to be scary or intimidating or anything. He’s confident in himself and his abilities and he doesn’t need anyone else to speak up for him.

The respect we hear given to him by the Ghosts after his death was well deserved.

Love you, Ajax <3

Kick - Monitor Lizard

Some kind of reptile (I was so tempted to put him as a Gila Monster but I can’t do that to my best boi).

I’d say probably a water monitor.

These lizards, which can grow to 9 feet btw, don’t surprise their prey, but “actively pursue” them.

While these creatures have venom, but it’s not necessarily fatal.

Kick is definitely dangerous when he’s needed but it’s not like a “I am the grim reaper.” type of thing, it’s more like “I have a job to do and you won’t be in my way.”.

These creatures are known for being intelligent which lines up with Kick’s likely (not confirmed?) role as an information specialist.

The main thing that doesn’t quite line up is the fact that water monitors can be friendly whereas Kick is, if not more stand-offish, then solitary. I do imagine that he eventually opens up, but he’s definitely more comfy with his computers.

Neptune - Owl

I imagine that Neptune, being one of the original Ghosts, is very wise, though more subtle. I can’t think of what kind of owl he’d be, maybe snowy.

I mostly just wanted to include him here. Feel free to add onto him.

Riley… Riley

The most dangerous creature ever, himself.

World’s Best Throat-Snatcher over here being a cutie patootie with blood on his maw. 10/10 best boi.

[howtotwirlaknife22]

Don’t ask don’t tell (NSFW)

Kick x Fem!Reader

Summary: after your private time is interrupted due to a mistake on your part, kick decides to help try and alleviate some guilt.

CW: Smut, MDNI below the cut

AN: a little rushed and not proof read, so apologies for any typos. Consider this my contribution to kinktober 😈

You felt exhausted from the workload of the day. You had been helping Kick with organizing a new project intended for operators to share screens with base during missions. It was stressful as you were working on a three day deadline, and the two of you had been hustling to work out the kinks on the new tech. Coupled with that was the fact that some new recruits had been assigned to the two of you to train on this new equipment. A few of these new recruits had inflated egos that started piss both you and Kick off. Tensions were high all day and when kick told you that he could cover the rest of the updates that day, you were relieved to finally be done with babysitting and technology. You stepped through the doorway to your room, tossing your blue light glasses onto your desk and stripping your hair tie from your head. You ran your fingers through your scalp a few times, sighing as you felt your headache alleviate for the first time in the last 3 hours. You slowly began to pull your shirt up and over your head and tossed it to the side, doing the same with your shorts until you stood in your underwear near your bedside table. You hummed quietly and pulled open one of the drawers, retrieving a small vibrator from it. You needed some self care recently, and seeing as how you didn’t get it often anymore due to the growing war outside, you decided to indulge yourself. Slipping under the sheets, you pulled your panties off of your hips and began to pull up a search engine on your phone. You pondered for a moment as you turned the vibrator on, bringing it to your clit and shivering as you felt the vibrations surge through your core. You suddenly felt a lightbulb come on as you typed in a search on a porn site:

“Masked man”

You felt a bit dirty given your line of work, but working with masked operators daily left your mind wandering sometimes. The idea of anonymity, of not entirely knowing who it was that was behind the mask. Human, or something more? While you couldn’t see who they really were, they could see clearly through you. They could pick you apart and get to know every single detail about you, and you’d still be left with nothing. That made you crave more knowledge. You scrolled through the website’s videos in relation to your search, and you finally picked a video that was titled:

“Girl riding big dicked masked man.”

You bit your lip as you felt the pressure slowly pooling in your lower stomach. It was good enough. You clicked on the video and placed your earbuds in as you began to draw circles around your swollen clit with the tip of the vibrator. You let out a quiet moan as you watched the girl in the video bouncing up and down on a man wearing a ski mask’s cock. You started gently prodding at your entrance with the tip of the toy, feeling the hot plastic sending surges through your body. You continued to switch between the two actions, moaning as you watched the couple in the video switching positions, the man taking his turn on top, holding her face down against the bed as he drilled into her from behind. You held the vibrator to your clit using your thighs to hold it in place and slipped a hand under your bra, gently twisting and circling your nipple. You threw your head back against your pillow, face feeling flushed and heat growing. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer. Just as you felt like you were getting to the tipping point, you heard a loud wrapping on your door. You gasped and scrambled to sit up, quickly pausing the video and removing your earbuds. You felt your heart pounding and annoyance began to build up. What could anyone want at this hour? And why right now? You groaned in annoyance and slung your legs over your bed, grabbing the first loose shirt you saw and your sleep shorts. You decided to ignore underwear entirely since you were planning to finish what you had started after you dealt with the person at your door anyways. You heard another set of loud bangs and you scoffed quietly.

“Yeah yeah I’m coming…” you muttered as you made your way to the door, glancing through the peephole. It was Kick, who stood with his arms crossed and an annoyed expression. You raised an eyebrow. What did he need from you now that you hadn’t already done? You thought as you slowly cracked the door open to the tall man standing there in his full gear, his brows visibly furrowed behind the mask. You tilted your head and gave him the most innocent smile you could manage in the moment. “Yes?” You spoke meekly, a blush still tinting your cheeks. Kick’s eye twitched a little and he took a step towards you, sizing you up and looking you up and down.

“That’s it? Just yes?” He spoke, taking in your features and messy appearance. You raised an eyebrow and felt the anxiety rising for a moment. Were you being too loud? Was the vibrator itself too loud? What was he talking about? You blinked slowly and opened your mouth to speak, but were quickly cut off by Kick once again.

“Streaming porn on the work computers? That funny to you or something?” You felt your heart drop to your stomach. Fuck. You must have still had screen sharing turned on from earlier. You felt yourself heat up in embarrassment and you looked down to the ground, staring at your feet. You refused to meet his gaze.

“I…I didn’t..I..” you tried to find the words to describe how sorry and embarrassed you were, and you could feel yourself beginning to shake. Kick noticed this and raised an eyebrow. He looked behind you into your room and noticed your jostled bedsheets, as well as your undergarments tossed haphazardly across your floor. He slowly started to connect the dots and realized this wasn’t some kind of disturbing prank you were trying to pull, but rather a very badly timed accident. He looked back at you and you locked eyes with him for a moment before tears began to well up in your own. “Please don’t tell Merrick! It was an accident I swear- I didn’t realize that I had screen sharing on still! I swear I thought I turned it off before I left..oh my god, I’m so sorry this is so embarrassing..” you rambled on, apologizing to Kick and pleading with him not to say anything to your superiors about this. Kick thought back through the day and realized that you had in fact switched it off, but he began to inwardly cringe at himself when he realized he switched screen sharing back on while trying to figure out which codes were interrupting signals.

“Ah dammit..” he muttered. “I think this one’s on me, actually.” He mumbled as the realization came to him. You looked up from your hands that were covering your reddened face and you gave him an inquisitive look. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry..I think it was actually me who fucked up and put in the wrong code. It must have connected back to your phone when I did that. Just…caught you at a bad time.” You felt relieved when he admitted to his mistake and your shoulders slumped down as you let out a shaky breath.

“Fuck…don’t ever do that to me again. I thought I was about to get a dishonorable discharge for a stupid mistake.” You pinched the bridge of your nose and you could feel the anxiety slowly creeping its way up on you again when you realized that he still saw the video you had been watching. Shit…what if he thought you were some kind of pervert now? “Um…just out of curiosity…how much did you..?” You mumbled, shyly meeting his amber eyes. Kick felt himself growing hotter at your question. Truthfully, he was a little shocked to see you of all people watching such a dirty video. Much less one with such a unique subject matter. He always viewed you as sweet and…vanilla, when helping him with repairs and installations. But the thought of you getting off to something so familiar to him was enough to turn him on. He let out a quiet chuckle when he noticed your shy expression staring up at him.

“Enough to know what you’re into.” He uncrossed his arms and placed a hand on the doorframe. “Masked guys huh?” You felt like you wanted to melt into the floor right then and there. You opened your mouth to speak and took a step back into your room.

“Y-yeah…ha..this is so awkward. I’m so sorry you had to see that. I promise i’ll disable the screen sharing feature on my phone until we actually need it. But…please don’t tell Merrick?” You pleaded once more, still worried about punishment. Kick chuckled and took a step into your room, effectively pushing you further back into your room as well. He closed the door behind him and you shot him a nervous look.

“Don’t worry. I’ll wipe the history from it, and it’ll stay between us. But…I gotta say, I wasn’t expecting that from you.” He chuckled, causing you to furrow your brow.

“You didn’t expect me to..watch porn? I am an adult you know..” This time you crossed your arms at him. Kick smirked under his mask and began to close the gap between the two of you, causing you to stumble back a bit before he reached out to wrap an arm around your waist. You felt your body getting hot at the new form of contact. Kick leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“It’s not that I didn’t expect it. I just wasn’t expecting you to watch that kind of porn.” He gently pressed you back onto the bed by your hips. “Especially when you’re surrounded by guys like that all the time..What aren’t you telling us, hm?” You obediently sat back on your bed, leaning back on your elbows as he leaned over you. You felt your breathing pick up and your pupils began to dilate.

“Kick…what are you..” you began, your breath being taken away when he brought a hand to your cheek, stroking the apple of it with his thumb.

“If you want some help, I’d be more than willing to provide it.” He said in a hushed tone. You couldn’t believe it. Your body felt like it was on fire, and you didn’t want to neglect it anymore than you already had. “Yes..” you muttered. “I’d like that…” and with that, kick smiled and pulled up the bottom of his mask. He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. They were gentle at first, moving in tangent with your own, before they became feverish and hungry. He bit your bottom lip signaling that he wanted in and you let him, his tongue running over your bottom lip and colliding against your own. You whimpered, and he smirked against your lips. Pulling away, he began to slip off his gear, stripping away each piece until he was in nothing but his boxers and his mask. Your eyes raked down his body, taking in the muscles beautifully carved into his arms and legs, and his v line with a dark trail of hair leading down it. He hummed quietly and tapped your legs.

“Open.” He commanded, and you obeyed. Your legs slowly began to part and he reached for the waistband of your shorts. With a swift yank, he had pulled them fully off your body and discarded them on the floor with your other undergarments. He seemed a bit taken aback that you were already bare, and he shot you a cheeky grin. “Couldn’t even be bothered to put underwear on when you answered the door? You’re dirty.” You blushed, and attempted to close your legs again. Kick had his hands firmly on your knees however, and he tutted. “Im just teasing.” He leaned in closer to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I actually think it’s hot as hell.” He whispered as he slipped a hand up your shirt, causing you to gasp at his ice cold hands. He chuckled as he ran his hands up your navel and under your bra, beginning to roll your nipple between his middle and forefinger. “Sorry doll, forgot to warn you about my hands.” He said as he slipped his hand out from under your shirt, using the other to pull it off of you. You smiled up at him and reached out to run your hands up his torso, settling them at the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

“It’s okay..I kind of liked it.” You whispered as you began to kiss down his cheek and to his jawline, reaching with one hand to pull his mask up for more access before his hand grabbed your wrist gently.

“Uh uh. Mask stays on..at least for tonight. Gotta give you what you wanted, right?” He tilted your chin up to look at him and chuckled when you gave him a pout. He leaned down and kissed your lips gently. “Don’t worry doll, we’ll get there eventually. Tonight though..” You didn’t even realize that he had snapped your bra off from behind you with one hand, and you gasped as it was slipped off of your body and tossed somewhere in your room. The chilly air made your nipples harden, and you blushed as you were now sitting fully naked in front of him. Kick chuckled and moved to sit beside you, tilting your chin up to kiss you once again. He could feel the heat radiating off your skin as he slowly snaked his hands between your thighs. You whimpered as he reached your clit, rubbing small circles against the sensitive nub. You had already been so wet before, and he could easily take you now. But he wanted to toy with you a little more beforehand. His fingers traced down further and he slowly inserted his middle finger into you, pulling it out and gently slipping it back in as a slow pace. You whimpered and leaned back on your elbows as his fingers worked their magic. He added a second and scissored them open inside of you, causing you to moan as his pace began to grow faster. He pumped them in and out, hitting the gummy sweet spot inside your velvety walls. You were now a whimpering mess, your body beginning to shake and jerk with every stroke against your sensitive spots. Kick was fully focused on you and you alone, but he could feel his aching cock straining against his boxers. “Feeling good baby?” He smirked as you whined in response. “You sound like you are.” He used his thumb to stroke your clit as his fingers continued their assault, causing you to gasp and grab his wrist. This didn’t stop him, however, and he began to pepper kisses to your cheek.

“K-kick! F-uck..s’too much…I’m gonna…ah..” you were barely keeping yourself together and could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. Kick groaned and bit your earlobe gently.

“Come on baby come for me. Come for me.” His fingers were working double time as you felt the cord in your stomach snap, your body releasing itself to the pleasure and your mind clouded by lust. You came on his fingers, body writhing as you let out a shaky moan. Kick’s breathing was a little heavier as he gave you a moment to come down. He gently pulled his fingers from you and pulled them apart to view the sticky strings you had left. “Open up.” He whispered in your ear, and you smiled, opening your mouth as he slipped his fingers between your lips to let you taste yourself. You moaned quietly as you sucked his fingers, making sure to make a show of it for him. He pulled his fingers away and tapped your legs. “Roll over and lay on your stomach doll.” He whispered. You did as he asked and rolled on your stomach before you felt him gently tap your ass. “Raise your hips for me.” You turned to look behind you to see him holding a pillow. You raised an eyebrow.

“What’s that for?” You hummed.

Kick chuckled and began to stroke himself through his boxers.

“It’s gonna make it feel better for the both of us. Now raise your hips.” He gave another firm swat to your ass causing you to yelp. You did as he asked and raised your hips to let him slip the pillow underneath your pelvis. You blushed as you felt a little exposed like this, but it was quickly snubbed out as you turned to see Kick slipping off his boxers and letting his rock hard cock spring out. You practically drooled at the sight, and kick gave himself a few lazy strokes.

“Condoms?” He questioned.

You bit your lip and tilted your chin in the direction of your nightstand.

“In there. Second drawer.” You mumbled, feeling hot as he leaned over you to retrieve them. You could feel his cock poking against your rear, and you squirmed under him to create some form of friction between your legs. He tore the packet open and carefully slid the condom on, positioning himself at your entrance. He steadied himself with one hand by your head and the other firmly placed on your hip.

“Ready?” He muttered.

“Ready.” You hummed, wiggling your hips against his playfully.

He slowly slid his cock inside of you, finding little resistance as he had worked you open properly on his fingers. He let out a groan as he began to move his hips, causing you to moan against your pillow. He began to pick up his pace after a few minutes, and his thrusts began to get harder as he pierced his cock into you. You were a whiny mess, and you gripped onto your pillow like a lifeline. He could feel the fat of your ass rippling back against his hips with every thrust, and he began to let his mouth slip. His groans and grunts were the sexiest things you’d ever heard. He laced one of his hands together with yours, using the other to keep him propped over you. As his thrusts became quicker his tongue got dirtier. He leaned in close to whisper to you.

“Fuck…you’re taking me so well baby.” He unlaced his free hand from yours and used that one to prop himself up before his other hand gripped a fist full of your hair. This caused you to moan, and he kissed your face to silence you. “This isn’t even half of what I want to do to you tonight baby…fuck me…” his words caused you to drip down your thighs. You moaned with each hard thrust he gave you, and his grunts became more animalistic with each thrust. “You’re taking me like such a good girl sweetheart..” he began to kiss down your neck as his breathing became quicker. “Fuck…hah..yknow..this is exactly how they were in that video you watched.” He huffed against your ear. You whimpered as you felt the pressure once again building up in your core. His words mixed with his cock drilling into you were driving you insane. You bit your lip as he whispered more dirty things into your ear. “Mmm…fuck. Fuck. I’m getting close…” he groaned out as his thrusts began to get sloppy. You moaned as you felt him brushing against your sweet spot once more.

“I-im close too…” you whined, moving your hips back in sync with his. He gripped your hips at this and began ruthlessly pounding away at your pussy, letting moans slip shamelessly from his mouth. You pressed your face into the pillow and his hand still tangled in your hair yanked it up again.

“No baby. I want to hear you when you come. I wanna hear what sounds those pretty lips make. Now c’mon baby, come for me.” He kissed your cheek and his voice got a little more whiny. “Come for me baby please!” Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head as you felt your body release once more, your mind going blank as white flashes tore through it. Kick gasped as he felt you clench down around him, his own release following shortly behind. The sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated through your room as he gave a few final thrusts before letting out a loud groan when he finally came. Kick collapsed on top of you and you both sat still for a moment, panting and catching you breath. After a few minutes, kick inhaled sharply and slowly sat up, pulling himself from you. You whimpered at the loss of contact and kick clicked his tongue. “Stay here doll.” He said as he left to go and get something from your small kitchen area. You pressed your face into the pillow and hummed quietly. A few minutes later you felt a slight shake to your shoulder. You looked up to see kick standing beside the bed with a glass of water. His boxers were back on and his mask pulled back over his face. “Drink up. Don’t want you getting dehydrated.” He handed you the glass and you took it, smiling gratefully up at him.

“Thank you…” you mumbled as you took a few sips. Kick smiled under his mask and moved to lay beside you. He pulled the covers up and over your shoulders and wrapped an arm around you. You cuddled up against his chest, basking in the afterglow of the night. You tilted your chin up to look at Kick, leaning in to press a swift kiss to his cheek. “That was amazing. Thank you.” You whispered. Kick rubbed your shoulder gently with a small smirk under his mask.

“Oh don’t worry doll, we’re just getting started.”

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Taglist: @blacktacmopsi

[bigboy-lovers-unite]

Look at what I found on pinterest

That's a little bit scary, he looks completely dead inside 🫂 I'm gonna use this as a reaction image whenever my parents ask me for something THANM YOI (he's still a cutie 😻)

[etienne01]

KICK!!!

[hellbuticy]

can yall tell me your hcs for how kick got his call sign?

[vanadeyeira]

Was no one gonna tell me Kick is just a silly little guy? I trusted you.. 😢

[gunnrblze]

I like their eyes

[aoioozora]

Sharing an umbrella with the Ghosts

I shared an umbrella with my boyfriend the other day and I can't help but wonder what the Ghosts would do if you told them you forgot your umbrella and had to share one with them.

Logan Walker:

He owns only one umbrella, and it's a small one, but he shows up anyway

When you get under it, he makes sure to tilt the umbrella more to your side so that your shoulder wouldn't get wet

He eventually gets his shoulder so wet that he goes, "Fuck it we ball," and hands you the umbrella and just begins frolicking in the rain like he's in a Bollywood movie

"Aren't you cold?" "Hell no! I love this!"

Comes back home sneezing and drenched, but not regretting it.

David 'Hesh' Walker:

He takes the only one he has (which is also Logan's) and comes to get you.

When you get under the umbrella, he puts his arm around you and pulls you close to him to keep both of you from getting wet.

"It's so cold, isn't it?" he quips, chuckling. He's definitely not holding you close because he feels cold.

Both of you chat while you walk and it's smooth sailing; both of you are mostly dry when you reach.

He secretly hopes you'll forget your umbrella the next time so he can do this again.

Elias 'Scarecrow' Walker:

He shows up in a CAR.

And he's annoyed that you forgot to take an umbrella with you.

"I told you countless times to take an umbrella when you go out. It's been raining cats and dogs lately!" he scolds you and shakes his head as soon as you sit in the car and strap on the seatbelt.

And when you apologise, he sighs and then proceeds to pat your head and your face to see if you're cold, and when he does, he turns up the car heater and begins driving.

A car is technically an umbrella, right?

Thomas Merrick:

He smartly owns more than one umbrella and brings one along for you to use.

He gives you a very girly looking umbrella, which you are not sure why such a manly man like him owns, but umbrella is umbrella so you use it anyway

Until you find that there's a small hole in the fabric. You inform him of it and he frowns, realising that it could've been gnawed off by pesky bugs after being inside the storeroom for too long. "Need to call pest control," he mutters under his breath.

When you tell him you can manage with the hole since it's just a minor thing, he refuses point blank. "Come here," he gruffly beckons you under his umbrella.

He takes the girly umbrella and holds it for you, not wanting you to carry a burden in addition to your bag.

He lets you hold on to his arm while you walk so you can keep up with him and not stumble (he may or may not have flexed his bicep as you did)

It's a comfortable and quiet walk back.

Keegan Russ:

He also owns only one umbrella, but it's a big one

When you get under the umbrella, he shakes his head and gives you a playful knock on your forehead with his knuckles.

"I'm not doing this again, you hear me?" he chides.

He then shoves his hand in his pocket as both of you walk. When he sees that you're getting a little wet, he holds the umbrella in his other hand and then proceeds to put his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to his side.

"Getting wet even under the umbrella, just what I would expect of you," he complains, but his voice is affectionate. You roll your eyes. "That's not my fault. You're not holding the umbrella properly." It becomes a bicker-banter fest from there.

He'd do this again. A hundred times.

Kick:

He has more than one umbrella, but deliberately comes with only one.

"I can't believe you forgot your umbrella. Is this a ploy to share one with me?" he asks jokingly. "Yes." you answer. "Oh." He didn't expect that.

Both of you begin walking together, and he appears to be a bit jumpy.

"What's wrong?" you ask. "I kinda want to play in the rain." he replies.

And just like Logan, he hands you the umbrella and goes frolicking while you walk alongside him, watching and smiling.

Your smiles are short-lived when he does the opposite of keeping you dry by kicking water at you from the puddles.

By the time both of you are back home, both of you are far from dry and just cold, wet, and miserable.

"That was fun. We should do it again!" "NO!"

You enjoyed it anyway.

Alex 'Ajax' Johnson:

He's got a variety of umbrellas, but he brings a big one.

"Let me carry those for you," he says, pointing to your bags. "Oh no, it's alright, you don't have to," you say, but he insists and you give him some of your bags. "Come on, give me all of them," he presses. "Why?" "My mama raised a gentleman and I'm not letting a lady carry heavy bags in my presence." You relent, but question him, "But then how are you gonna hold the umbrella?" "Oh." He then gives you a sheepish grin. "Will you hold it?"

You end up holding the umbrella up for both of you, but you don't mind it at all. He is happily carrying the heavier burdens for you.

The walk back has you secretly admiring his strength.

Riley:

The sweet little boy comes dressed in a cute yellow raincoat, holding an umbrella in his mouth.

He's a smart dog! He knows his way around and is well-trained enough to be focused on his mission.

When he delivers the umbrella to you, he happily trots by your side while you hold his leash, offering you his scary dog privileges.

[capt-zjaybird]

was looking back at some notes and forgot that I drew on the corners when I understand em during lectures

[bloodyquillink-blog]

hi! your request says open and i was hoping if you can do kick x reader, where the reader is playing uno with him. while playing, they get a bit frustrated since kick beat them in 2 rounds and now they both have one uno card. kick takes this as his advantage and decides to flirt with the reader with, "computer techs have skilled fingers if you know what I mean" and the reader is stund and kick immediately says uno then the reader is irritated by him and his wins. it's ok if your busy but thank you !!

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A/N🪶: Thank you for your request! I legit could not find a single fic/drabble/one-shot with Kick so seeing a request for him was really exciting. I hope you enjoy this! Also, the concept is so perfect, 10/10, would daydream about this specific scenario again.

Warnings: Fluff, Uno-induced rage, Swearing, Flirting, Suggestiveness, gn!Reader, only “you” used for reader,

Word Count: 723

Gotcha, Kick x Reader short

The two of you sat on the ground, the thickness of your pants and heavy boots protecting your skin from its cool surface. There were two stacks of cards between you and Kick. One stack face down, the Uno logo facing upwards, that you would pick from when you needed more cards. The other face up, cards being stacked every turn and changing color or number. The stacks were about even at this point, thanks to you picking up so many to try to get back at Kick for his +2’s and +4’s and color-changing cards. He probably had cards he was hiding… you quickly threw that thought away. 

It’s Uno for God’s sake, no one cheats at Uno!

“Are you gonna put down a card? Or is it time to pick up another 10?” He asked. You’d been staring at your cards for a while now.

“It wasn’t 10! It was only 8!” You argued, defensive. You went back to looking at your cards, a pout sat on your lips. If you looked back at Kick, you would’ve seen the way he scanned your face. His hand slowly picked up a card from the deck that faced down and handed it to you so that only you could see what it was.

Motherfucker. 

Of course he’d pick up exactly what you need. He’d been the only one getting any of the good cards. You looked him in the eye, frown deepened, and snatched the card out of his hand. He just had that same stupid smile that he’s had for the last two rounds.

In a fit of irritation, you slam down the yellow +2. Before you can make some smart-ass remark, Kick calmly put down a green +2 on top. He looked back at you and your flabbergasted expression.

He starts chuckling.

“But- How long did you have that on you?!”

“I held onto it until I needed it.” He tapped his index finger against his temple. “Instinct, my friend. Save your life someday.” 

Your eyebrows almost touched with the rage on your face. You picked up 4 cards and put down a yellow 5 as you angrily muttered to yourself.

“Damn cards, damn Uno… Damn instinct, I have instinct, I use my instincts every day.” You kept grumbling as you both placed cards almost rhythmically until you both had one.

“How’d you even get that card?”

“The one I picked for you?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, you shuffled them and you would’ve gotten it anyway so…” You pouted again.

“You have to have magic hands or something.”

“Not magic, sweetheart, just skill.”

“Skill?” Your tone gave away your doubt.

Kick smiled at you, you could feel your face warm.

“Computer techs have very skilled hands and fingers.” He stared at you, unblinking. If your face was warm before, the euphemism made it burn. He continued.

“Gotta know how to move them quickly, to just the right spot. Can’t risk anything in the heat of the moment.” You couldn’t formulate a single sentence. Your neurons were shot. Kick slowly put his last card down.

“Uno. I win again.” You were still unmoving. Kick leaned forward so you were making eye contact again. “Can you handle another round?” He asked. “I can shuffle the cards this time.” 

You swallowed the drool that had built up in your mouth and put your last card down.

“I give up. I’m done.” You stood. 

“Done? Really? C’mon, I’ll go easy on you this round.”

“It’s Uno! How do you go easy on someone in Uno?!”

“Play another round and I’ll show you.” You looked at him, about to tell him to fuck off until you saw the look he wore. Kick still had that stupid smirk on his face as he stared back at you. He leaned back, legs crossed and arms holding him up. You stuttered, trying to find words. 

Before you could, Kick brought one of his hands up and crooked his index finger to his palm twice, telling you to come back without having to say anything. Your whole body warmed. You thought about leaving, the door cracked open just a bit behind you. You thought back to Kick’s jokes.

“Gotta know how to move them quickly…” 

You brought your attention back to Kick. Without taking your eyes off of him, you closed the door. 

[howtotwirlaknife22]

Broadway-Prologue

A/N: okay, so after careful consideration and re writing my oc’s story a million times, I’ve come to the realization that the story is simply too long to post in one giant fic like I was originally planning to do so I have decided to break her story up into different parts. This story will be getting progressively darker as I post more parts, but this prologue will be a little sliver of what’s to come. Viewer discretion is advised, and none of what is described in the story is real or encouraged in real life (hopefully obvious, but just for warning).

❗️TW’s❗️: NSFW, cannon typical violence, descriptions of torture, descriptions of sexual and physical abuse, descriptions of broken bones and teeth, descriptions of violence against a female, descriptions of a higher spiritual power, some(?) inaccurate descriptions of military operations.

🔞❗️ NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MDNI BEYOND THIS POINT🔞❗️

A fist went swinging.

It connected with a jaw, then there was a crunch. Blood. Teeth. A pathetic whimper, followed by shallow breathing. A woman, her ankles and wrists bound behind her, lay on her side in an awkward position. She had been stripped down to her underwear, and seemed to be covered in various injuries. A different finger broken on each hand, fractured ribs and bruises covering her from head to toe. A few cuts were still fresh, and blood trickled down her body and dripped onto the floor under her. One side of her hair was shorter than the other, as it had been cut and shaved haphazardly. She had multiple burns, and handprints were coupled with bite marks in certain areas. She was physically dirty. She looked as though she hadn’t taken a shower in months, which wasn’t far off from the reality. Her curly hair was matted in the places that weren’t cut off, and if she had a mirror to look into, she knew she would for sure have deep bags under her eyes. A man crouched down in front of her. The man who threw the punch. The man who caused all of this in the first place. He let out a deep chuckle before he finally spoke.

“I gotta say, you’re one hell of a fighter little lady. I wasn’t expecting you to last as long as you have.”

She didn’t acknowledge him. Her breathing was labored, and she tried her best to keep her mind off the immense pain she was in by staring at a crack in the concrete wall. She had become fond of that specific crack for this reason exactly. Every kick, every punch, and every touch she received could have sent a normal person over the edge. But she tried to keep calm and recall her training, and she redirected her mind towards the crack in the wall. The man suddenly grabbed her by her matted hair, and yanked her head up to look at him. She let out a pained groan, and his eyes raked down her face. She opened her one good eye, the one that wasn’t swollen, and met his dark gaze. He cracked a small smirk, and balled up his fist in her dark hair. She winced and opened her bloody mouth to make a noise, but nothing came out. The man began to speak again, his voice lower this time. “You know the drill sweetheart. All you have to do is chirp, tell us those codes, and we’ll send you right back home. And If you make it difficult for us, well…I think you’ve already gotten a good taste of what happens..” she searched his dark eyes for any hint of sympathy, or regret. Or any form of pity at all. But there was nothing. She mustered up all of the strength that she had left, and spat out a glob of blood at his face. He recoiled in disgust and let go of her, letting her fall to the hard ground. He growled as he wiped the blood off of his face and turned back to her, rage radiating off his being. He walked to her, placing his boot on her face. “Y’know, you’re a stubborn one that’s for sure. But we’ll see how tough you are after you spend a couple days in the cooler. How’s that sound?” He pressed harder on her head, earning a muffled whine from her. She felt like her head was about to explode. She felt helpless. She never felt connected to any deity out there, but in that moment, she prayed that someone would be her savior. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could survive without help. She wondered where her team was, what they were doing in this very moment. She wondered if they ever completed their mission, and she wondered if they were all safe. She could only hope and pray they were. She began to feel herself slipping in and out of consciousness, and she started recounting the events that led to her capture once more, wondering where she went wrong, and what she could have avoided. The last thing she noticed before she finally passed out, was the man speaking to a soldier. Only he wasn’t an average federation soldier, he had different gear from the others. He didn’t have the usual helmet, just a mask. Her vision began to tunnel in, and she felt the exhaustion begin to overtake her consciousness.

[bigboy-lovers-unite]

No way in hell am I wrong