#call of duty oc

[yawnderu]

Since you love the big man so much so imagine after he has fucked you full of his cum he eats you out then kisses you so you can taste yourself and him while also giving you his cum to swallow while droplets roll down your lips and chin before he gets the run-off on his fingers so you can suck it off

Sorry if this makes no sense but I have thoughts after you kept encouraging me

Your hands go down to grip a fistful of his curly red hair, his low groan vibrating all over your fucked-out cunt, way too sensitive to stand the way his long tongue laps at your cunt like the greedy dog of a man he is, not a single ounce of care on the way he's licking his own cum, his large hands gripping your inner thighs to stop you from squirming so much despite your whining.

“Please...” You're not even sure what you're begging for, knowing fully well that he could eat you out for hours, his stamina matching his behemoth height, yet relief is painted all over your face the moment his hungry lips let go of your sensitive cunt, his large body resting comfortably on top of yours, his half-chub resting against your thigh.

Your breath hitches the moment his lips meet yours, a thick mix of his cum and yours taking over your senses as his tongue wraps around yours, his hands desperate to grasp every single inch of your body no matter how sensitive it is after he fucked you.

Your greediness matches his, the grip on his hair tightening only to hear a whimper come out of the 7’11” beast of a man, his size a sheer contrast to how needy he can be. He's a messy kisser— too much tongue and not enough self-control, pushing himself to break away just to admire you. The thin layer of sweat covering your face, your lips glossy with the mix of body fluids, and the droplets of cum that managed to escape your parted lips, slowly rolling down your warm cheek.

His index and middle finger come together to gather the hot, thick fluid just to bring it back to the place it escaped from, the corners of his lips tilting up into a cocky smirk the moment your lips wrap around his thick fingers, sucking them clean with no hesitation. He can feel the blood rushing down to his large cock, your legs parting out of pure muscle memory in a quiet display of acceptance, ready for another round despite the growing ache between your thighs and what you're sure is a bruised cervix.

>I'm so obsessed with Ozzie's OC Jack-Pot so I had to. Thank you for listening to my daily rambles about wanting to get him pregnant even when I have a pussy. HBJEFJHBEFJHB 💗💗💗

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Colored the Amanda Seyfried!Jade.

So... here it is guys 👀 This is what a realistic Jade looks like!

Damn... I mean... damn.

Also thanks to @applbottmjeens who said that Jade's voice could sound like the female elf in Dragon Age Inquisition (the British one of course)

NYEHE had fun! Hope you like it! (❁´◡`❁)

[temeyes]

some cod oc pieces i made for the amazing @haleymythicalartadventures!!

[vasyandii]

PROBLEM CHILD

KruegerNak FIC

TYPE: SET IN KRUEGER'S PERSPECTIVE, just insight into how their initial relationship was starting out.

SYNOPSIS:Before they were dating they were friends, before they were friends they were petty assholes.

WARNINGS: Crude language, Depictions of violence, Nak and Krueger are just Assholes

CHARACTERS: Sebastian Krueger, Phayvanh "Nak" Sotsvahn, Nikolai

WORD COUNT: 1000+

CREATOR NOTES: This is something I wrote while writing Edelweiss (Changing name to be a continuation of Plumeria), it still has some stuff I need to fix but as soon as that's done with, I'll post it :3 as always, the art is done by me!

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"I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!" She shrieks, other unit members prying her off and away from him as she's thrashing about. "Let me go!"

Krueger stood over Nak, his chest heaving with laborious breaths. Blood trickled down from a split in his lip, mixing with the dirt and grime on his face. He was a picture of apathetic victory; battered but unbowed, a smirk playing on his grimy face as he regarded the new specialist trying to claw her way past the unit members holding her back.

His fingers prodded gingerly at the split skin of his knuckles - By now he forgot what they were beating each other for. She had spirit, but she often bites off more than she could chew.

Ignoring the burning feel on his face and possible bruised ribs – because damn that bitch packed surprisingly powerful kicks – Krueger lit up a cigarette and took deep drags, he knew his ass was in trouble as well.

---

In the office, Nikolai paced back and forth like a caged animal. His usually cool demeanor seemed to have frayed at the edges.

"Fighting in broad daylight, Again." his tone stern from behind his oak table scattered with undisclosed documents. "You're supposed to be professionals."

Krueger sat nonchalantly on one of those uncomfortable metal chairs they had around here, watching Nikolai's rant impassively through narrowed brown eyes. The cigarette - A new one, perched between his lips was all but forgotten now as ashes threatened to spill onto the floor.

"Of all people Krueger!" Nikolai finally spat out his name like it left a bitter taste in his mouth. "How many times do I have to remind you."

Nak sat neatly, hands in her lap. The woman looked rather pleased with herself despite her disheveled appearance as she listens to Nikolai berate him.

That was until Nikolai shifted is attention to her.

"And you!" Nikolai's gaze snapped towards Nak, Krueger swore he saw her flinch. "You think that childish outburst makes you look tough?".

Nikolai ran a hand through his greying hair, frustration clear on his face. Nak stayed silent, whether it was to save her ass or because she didn't have the right words to say.

Krueger watched from the corner of his eye as her smirk morphed into an irritatingly defiant sneer. He could almost read the silent challenge in her gaze - one that screamed she'd do it all over again if given the chance.

"I was teaching him a lesson," She said to Nikolai. "Your worker should learn to watch his mouth."

Krueger chuckled at her bold retort. He turned to meet her gaze with an insincere smile plastered on his bruised face, "Oh really?" His tone dripped with sarcasm as he leaned back comfortably in his chair, drumming his fingers against the wood.

"I guess next time I should watch out for midgets in whatever jungle you crawled from." He fired back mockingly, shooting Nikolai a glance before smirking at Nak.

If they were going to throw insults now, he wasn't one to back down. "Oh look who's finally learned some big words," he quipped back swiftly.

"You-" Nak stood from her seat, hand pulling him by the collar. "I'll straighten your damn jaw, ຝະລັ່ງຂີ້ນົກ ."

"Enough!" Nikolai stopped them, silencing the room instantly. His vicious stare switched between Krueger and Nak.

She sat back down, cursing under her breath; something in a language he didn't understand. Asian probably.

"I don't give a damn about your petty squabbles," he growled, his icy gaze finally landing on Krueger again with full force of its fury. "Settle it or I will settle it for you."

The threat hung heavily in the room for what seemed an eternity before Nikolai turned away dismissively towards his desk - usually signifying that he was done with them.

Krueger rose nonchalantly from his chair and headed towards the door without so much as another word - no point further provoking the boss today after all. Nak was almost a foot out the door before Nikolai spoke again.

"Phayvanh, you stay."

What a strange name.

--

"I'm not going," She dismisses. "Nothing wrong with me. you're putting me through something that isn't worth shit."

Krueger listened in stealthily, his curiosity piqued. The stinging pain on his battered face subsided as his interest turned to the squabble he could overhear from Nikolai's office.

"It's not up for debate, Phayvanh," Nikolai snapped back curtly. "Your outburst clearly shows that you need those sessions."

"I can work!" she countered defiantly. "You are fucking making me dead weight!"

"Watch your language," Nikolai's voice turned stern, "You are an investment Phayvanh, and Chimera does not throw away investments lightly. You will go to those sessions."

Krueger chuckled softly against the wall. Oh, this would be fun to watch play out. He could see himself using her rebellious streak for his own amusement in the future.

"Investment? He's not an investment," She didn't need to offer a name for Krueger to know she was talking about him. "I don't need those sessions if you just get rid if him."

Krueger's smirk dropped, replaced by a scowl. The nerve of that little shit. His fists clenched involuntarily before he quickly forced himself to relax.

"He's one of our best."

Krueger felt an odd sense of satisfaction hearing those words from Nikolai.

"Whatever," Nak stood up to leave. "I'll go. Let's see how long it'll take for you to stop wasting your money."

---

It's midnight. Quiet other than her footsteps, something he's gotten used to since she got the job a month ago. Sometimes he could hear rummaging in community kitchen. He never bothered to look until now because, who gives a shit?

She doesn't sleep, she doesn't eat. What the hell is she doing?

Krueger sat silently in the dark, he rolled his eyes at himself for even caring enough to consider it. Nak had been quite the nuisance since she got here but her antics were starting to catch his interest.

Tossing his blanket to the side, he sighed and stood up from his bed, deciding impulsively to investigate whatever it was that she was doing this late at night.

He moved silently through the dimly lit corridors, making his way towards the source of the sound. He was aware that he was stalking her like prey in its natural habitat, but a part of him justified it as needing to know what she could be up to.

His footsteps were heavy against the cold stone floor, he saw light flickering under a door down the hallway - the kitchen.

He saw Nak turn sharply towards the direction of the sound he had made, her dark eyes wide in surprise.

Krueger froze momentarily, cursing himself internally for being so careless. He was usually silent in his movements - the fact that he hadn't been careful enough this time irked him immensely.

"Relax," His voice was low, laced heavily with mockery. "It's just me."

For a moment, they locked eyes and then she went back to whatever it was she'd been doing before he came.

Nak tried her best to ignore Krueger and his staring from the table. Her table, he knew that - it was fun to fuck with her.

He got his answer for what she's been doing, though; just making coffee.

Leaning back in her chair, he watched Phayvanh move around as she made the brew.

"You don't sleep much?" He finally broke the silence, curiosity getting better of him.

She replied curtly. "Don't speak to me."

He chuckled at her vain attempt to control their interaction, "So bossy… Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not polite to give orders?" His voice was rich with sarcasm as he rested his boots on the table, blatantly ignoring any boundaries she may have established over 'her' table.

"Why are you here," Nak carefully stirs her coffee with a spoon. The handle looked like it would snap by how tight she was gripping it.

"Curiosity," Krueger replied casually, watching the way she handled her cup. The concentration on her face was a stark contrast to the fiery defiance he'd seen earlier. "It's late and you're always up… thought I might join."

He hesitated momentarily before adding in a softer tone, "And maybe to piss you off, just a tad bit." A smirk played at the corner of his lips as he looked over at her.

"Go fuck yourself," She was going nowhere near that table when he just planted his ass in her seat. "ຝະລັ່ງ."

Krueger's smirk widened at her sharp reply. He was familiar with many languages, though he had to admit the dialect she spoke got lost on him.

"I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that," He drawled out lazily as his eyes glinted in amusement. "Want to run that by me again?"

Nak leaned down to his eye level like she was about to say something. Instead she opted to pouring her coffee on his lap.

---

For a split second, he froze in surprise before jumping up swiftly, uttering a guttural curse.

"You little bitch!" Krueger reached for her arm, roughly pulling her towards him to look into her defiant eyes.

"What the fuck was that for?" He spat out through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the burning sensation on his legs.

"I told you to go fuck yourself didn't I?" She mocked, waving her mug in hand. "You should listen to-"

"Do you two you what time it is?"

Nikolai. Great.

---

Krueger's attention snapped immediately to Nikolai who now stood at the entrance of the kitchen, his eyes flickering between Krueger and Phayvanh as he tried to assess the situation.

"She fucking poured coffee on me!" His grip tightened around her arm.

"He pissed himself." She just stated simply, hiding the mug behind her back. "Must've startled him or something."

Krueger blinked, appalled by her audacity.

"You fucking liar-" He began, but was quickly cut off by Nikolai.

"Enough," The older man barked out sharply, turning his icy glare towards Krueger first before it settled on Phayvanh.

"Why are both of you up this late? And why the hell is there coffee all over my floor?" His intense gaze bore into Phayvanh in particular, as if already suspecting her role in the entire mess.

"Piss." She corrected.

"Fuck you," Krueger growled at her under his breath. His calloused hand still clamped tight around her arm.

"Enough!" Nikolai repeated, exasperated. He sighed heavily and covered his face with a tired hand, "Clean this up and I don't want to see either one of you till sunrise."

With that he turned on his heel and left them alone once again in the dimly lit kitchen.

---

Nikolai out of sight, Nak took out the empty coffee mug she hid behind her back.

The sudden bonk on his head caught him off guard. He quickly let go of her arm, and rubbed the back of his head where she'd hit him, meeting her gaze with an irritated scowl. Wasn't enough to seriously hurt him like her punches, but still hurt nonetheless.

"You got some serious fucking issues, you know that?" He snarled at her.

Nak gave him a sidelong glance.

"I could've rendered you a vegetable with that. Consider it my apology," She snagged a rag from the counter. "Only because I feel bad for Nikolai."

Krueger watched her with a guarded expression as he grabbed another rag for himself.

"Wooow, " He couldn't help but quip back sarcastically. Despite everything, he had to admit there was something strangely interesting about Phayvanh's unpredictable disposition. "Such generosity from you is truly overwhelming."

"Hm, You're funny." She notes off handedly, cleaning the floor.

His sarcastic snort echoed in the small shared kitchen, "Yeah, and you're a fucking delight."

TRANSLATIONS

ຝະລັ່ງຂີ້ນົກ (Farang Khi Nok) - Literally translates to "Bird shit foreigner", basically "White Trash"

ຝະລັ່ງ (Farang) - Foreigner, specifically one of European descent. In this context it's used as a derogatory term.

[pingurusama]

How to channel cuteness aggression 101 by Sergei Dragunov

I don't know what occassion will be for Dragunov to put an action like this on Ophelia other than cuteness aggression(?) this may self projection but my bf most of the time have massive cuteness aggression with me and will pinched out my cheeks;-; but i think it's cute to put the traits on Dragunov/Ophelia! I mean, since Ophe is waaaaay a lot smaller than him and idk big man seeing smol lady, i should draw how Sergei holding in to not touch those cheeks of her when they are on duty>:3

[the-whispers-of-death]

Thinking about my Canine Handler! Stone x aggressive Dog Hybrid! Reader and I raise you (or myself, I guess) Canine Handler! Kali with aggressive Dog Hybrid! Reader. 🫧

Same concept, Kali is Reader’s last chance because he tore his last handler apart (the handler kinda deserved it though, he wasn’t very nice). Kali looking at his collection of feral children and thinking “eh, what’s one more?”

Reader immediately lunging at Kali and only being stopped by the fact that the too-tight collar is attached to a heavy metal post or the wall or something - if a person was holding it, they would have been dragged along. Kali being immediately angry but not at Reader, instead at the conditions they’re keeping him in.

Kali somehow calming down Reader enough that he can give him skritches behind the ear, Reader is confused because instead of lashing out at him for trying to kill him he’s just like “shh, it’s okay, Daddy’s here” while glaring down whoever is in charge of Reader right now because it’s pissing it down freezing rain and they have him tied to a post outside.

Canine Handler!Kali is so Daddy. He immediately unties you from the post and gets you inside, very carefully approaching you with slow movements when he needs to towel you off due to you being out in the rain. He's not scared you'll lash out at him, he just doesn't want to scare you.

His words are soft when he speaks to you, a stark contrast to the way his words are so clipped with whoever had tied you to the post. He's giving your scratches behind your ears, cooing at you.

Kali is so pissed when he finds out you haven't been fed your dinner yet, so he goes and gives you food, his heart breaking at the way you eat it so fast because your previous handlers took away your food when you were "bad". Don't you worry, Daddy Kali won't do that to you, he'll prove it to you too.

[bressynonym]

can we see ghost knitting a scarf etc. for ava too? plzzzzzz (brainrot going feral in my mind)

ngl i forgot about the knitting portion and just drew ghost wrapping a scarf around ava LOL

[welldonekhushi]

My ship chart of ScarSoap during the OG Modern Warfare timeline!

The bracket of "Has more experience with relationships" is empty for both because to be fair, they never required to garner any sort of experience after getting separated.

Scarlet never had the urge to develop a relationship with the opposite person if anyone tried to approach her, as it made her feel uncomfortable yet she was respectful of the other's feelings.

And John, who instead took his memories of Scarlet as his "only partner", to imagine he was always in that very relationship the day he started to have feelings for Scarlet. Overall, Soap never wanted to engage with somebody else, until Scarlet joined alongside him throughout his journey and learned to develop their relationship so in conclusion, both can come over with their feelings together.

Template!

[yansmachinegun]

ive been playing cod so much…pls its invading my brain ACKKK AARRGHHH

[n4m3l3ss-c10wn]

Until I get the time for the hospital draft and continue it- have this random bit of Calupoh just lurking in the base during the night for no reason other than to steal someone's *cough* *cough* Gaz- *cough* *cough* chocolate mint ice cream-

I fr see Gaz as a chocolate mint ice cream enjoyer- 😭😭😭😭😭

"Restless dog"

3 : 34 A.M.

Tw for: mentions of gore? and death (violent nightmares)

The sergeant fell.

The weight of his own body, the pain etched in his bones that cut his nerves and set him ablaze finally getting to him despite his attempts of ignoring it.

Breathing and coughing, his lungs hurt- it wasn't his lungs, his ribs hurt so badly he felt like they were shattered and stabbing his lungs with each breath he took.

Not now.

Not... now. . .

He needed to get a bit further, the hospital wasn't far, sure a few more miles of excruciating pain but he could handle it. The Sergeant tried to get up, only for his legs to not cooperate, dropping back on the dirt, tasting his own blood from the impact.

He wanted to cry, he could feel the tears forming in his eyes, but he couldn't. He couldn't cry now.

He came so far, survived this long in that wretched cold place and escaped. He could survive a little longer, walk a little longer, couldn't he? Again, he attempted, forcing himself despite the pain, standing up from the ground.

For a split moment, he saw something in the corner of his eye, something made of me-

BANG!

Calupoh jumped out of bed, grabbing his blanket tightly as he sat up, shallowly breathing. His eyes darting around, looking around in panic, in fear of what his nightmare was about.

Just his room, not the desert. He wasn't back there, he was thousands of miles away from that place from his dream for God's sake!

But it still felt like he was...

The sand, the sun's heat, the aching in his bones, the itch of his burns and scars, the blinding light of outside.

The lieutenant steadied his breath, putting his hand on his chest to keep track of his heartbeat. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand to check what time it was.

2 : 15 A.M.

"Damn..." He mumbled, gradually calming down, bit by bit yet the fear still lingered in his voice.

There wasn't much point in going back to sleep, not that he wanted to anyway, due to the fact he was supposed to wake in a couple hours.

He thought for a moment, and then got out of bed, thinking about doing something, finding something to take his mind off of the nightmare.

With caution, being careful where he stepped as he walked in the hallway to not step on a creaky part of the floor, Calupoh snuck through the dark. Not exactly bothering with turning on the lights, he knew where things were.

Successfully, he snuck in the kitchen area, for a moment just standing there at the doorway, lost in his thoughts. He shrugged, deciding to look through the fridge, he took an ice cream container, took a spoon and stealthily went back through the halls of the base, sneaking back in his room.

Eating the ice cream because he could, and because he was hungry.

Too bad he looked at the bit of paper on the lid after he mostly ate the chocolate mint dessert, oh well...

Gaz wouldn't be too bothered by his ice cream vanishing overnight, right?

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Helloo, more info about Ladybug? Like her height, age and so on? Because I'm a new follower and I was reading the kiss fic about Jade and Ghost. But I didn't see many appearances about Ladybug, other than the kiss fic, in your drawings and I was curious. The only thing I understood was that she is a medic

Hello! Soooo you're right on that, I haven't made much on Ladybug (Let's call her Lady for short) on this blog, and it's actually just a matter of starting it 😂. I've made the general story of her with Gaz on my mind, and all I need to do is realize it.

I will post her detailed bio in the future, so here's a WIP!

Here's a summary info!

Her name is Eleanor "Ladybug" Graham 🐞. She's a combat medical technician from 335 Medical Evacuation Regiment with the rank Sergeant.

Ladybug first knew Gaz from a dating app, but only met Gaz during the Piccadilly Circus Attack (MW2019). They met briefly without knowing that they've been talking in the dating app 💀.

Little did they know that they'll meet again in Urzikstan to help Farah, Alex, Gaz, and Price for medical and evacuation aid.

In the end of MW2019, after the gas plantation blew up, Farah asked Lady to search for Alex under the rubbles.

She's the one who performed on-field amputation on Alex's leg 👀

Credit to @shadeops21 for the loadout details! (❁´◡`❁) <3

[vasyandii]

When the Baby fever is so strong you start planning out what your imaginary kid is gonna look like. (Your girlfriend doesn't know your kid is going to look so cute)

[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #8

*Soap grabs a balloon filled with helium and inhales*

Price: Oh god not again!

Soap: HOW Are unicorns fake but a giraffe is real!?

Ghost: WHAT?

Soap: Like, what’s more believable?

Gaz: Where are you going with this?

Soap: A horse with a horn *aggressively claps on “horn”* ORRRRR a leopard moose camel with a 40 foot NECK?

Sherlock: I work with idiots 😑

———

Ghost: Does anyone else think…

Soap: That’s dangerous.

Ghost: That some people… just need a high five…

Price: That’s nice, Simon.

Ghost: In the head…

Roach: Yassss

Ghost: With a chair?

Gaz: Why are you like this?

———

Ghost: Okay, what does A stand for?

Roach: Arson.

Ghost: Aww you’re so good.

Soap: Okay B. What does B stand for?

Roach: Barson.

*Soap laughs*

Gaz: What stands for C?

Roach: Commit arson.

Ghost: Ooooooh!

Price: D!?

*Roach looks at Price and smiles*

Price, thinking: Please be normal.

Roach: Don’t come near me… I’m going to commit ARSON!!!!

*everyone else laughs*

Price, sarcastic: I raised him real well.

———

Sherlock: How did you take down Captain America?

Ghost, using a terrible German accent: Ve shot him in ze legs because his shield is ze size of a dinner plate.

König, overhears Ghost: …Fick dich🖕(“Fuck you” in German)

———

Ghost: Umm, do you have a pencil by any chance?

Rudy: No, but I have a knife…

Ghost: What-what?

Rudy: And I know how to cut a bitch… *whispers* Try me

———

*Rudy cooking in the kitchen*

Alejandro, walking in: Hey mi amor?

Rudy: ahuh?

Alejandro: If somebody told you they’d give you a million dollars for knocking me out, what would you do?

*Rudy immediately slaps Alejandro with a frying pan*

Rudy: Where’s my money?

Alejandro, on the floor: 😵‍💫

———

Roach, singing for Sherlock: Somebody come get her, she’s fucking up my dinner~

*Sherlock throws a plate at and he falls down*

Sherlock, singing for Roach: Somebody come get him, before I fucking end him!~

———

Nikolai: There’s a spider!

Laswell: So what do you me to do?!

Nikolai: KILL IT!

Laswell: YOU SAW IT FIRST!

Nikolai: YOU KILL IT!

Laswell: You’re the man!!

Nikolai: Since when?!

———

Stupid-drunk!Roach to Sherlock: You so crazy… I think I wanna have your babies.

Sherlock: 😐

Gaz, thinking: I don’t know if I should be confused or just jealous.

Soap, just confused: How would that even work?

Ghost : I think it’s time for you to go to sleep, Roach.

———

Sherlock: Listen. Am I the most attractive person in the world?

Soap: Is this a trick question?

Sherlock: No. But do I have a great personality?

Price: *face palms*

Sherlock: Also no. But do I wake up every morning and try to be the best person I can be?

Ghost, has only heard the first half of this bit before: I actually don’t know this one…

Sherlock: No.

Nikolai: …Sweetie, did Ghost get to you?

———

Price : Repeat after me: I can do this!

Nikolai: I can do this.

Price: I’m ready to burn some calories!

Nikolai: I’m ready to burn some calories.

Price: I’m done eating fast food and drinking alcohol.

Nikolai: …I’m ready to burn some calories.

Price: Alright, let’s get started!

———

Soap, Gaz, Ghost: Ahhh

Soap: We’re d-d-d driving in a-

Gaz: Car! Destination drug dealer’s-

Ghost: Bar! Pass the mic over to Price-!

Soap: Shit, we forgot Price.

Ghost: …But we can’t turn back because we’ve too far!

Gaz: We have to turn back, though. We can’t leave him.

———

Alejandro: You eat so fucking gross, Graves. Do you eat like that on dates?

Graves, cheeks puffed up with meatballs and marinara sauce on his face: …I don’t go on dates.

Alejandro: Exactly. There’s a reason why no one takes you on dates.

Graves: Well damn! Who hurt you today?

Alejandro: Bitch nobody.

———

Graves: Hey, Sergeant. …Soap.

Soap: What?

Graves: *hands Soap a coffee cup* Try this coffee and tell me what it tastes like.

Soap: *takes the cup and gives it a sip* Hazelnut?

Graves: I don’t know, I found it in the garbage.

*Soap tries to spit it out*

———

Gaz: Nikolai, what’s wrong with Sherlock? She seems angry.

Nikolai: She’s totally fine.

Gaz: Okay? Well, where’s Graves?

Sherlock, walking into the room: Maybe he got sick… or went missing… OR GOT HIT BY A BUS!!

Gaz: 🙊

*Sherlock leaves the room*

Gaz: Totally fine, huh?

Nikolai: Yeah… Totally fine.

———

Nikolai: So, the man that tried to kill you - what did he look like?

Sherlock: He was so hot. It was crazy.

Price: O-ok. But what did he look like?

Sherlock: I mean where should I start? Uh, he was tall, you know, maybe 6’3” or 6”4”? Uh absolutely just jaaacked! But not like scary-body-builder jacked. Like, he was ripped but he still had a soft touch. You could totally fall asleep in his arms.

Price: Alright what did his face look like??

Sherlock: Well- uh- y’know Brad Pitt?

Price: Yeah?

Sherlock: Forget Brad Pitt. This guy was hotter.

Nikolai: Hotter than Brad Pitt??

Sherlock: Hotter than Bradley Joseph Pitt.

Soap: That’s crazy!

Sherlock: I would pay money to gaze into those eyes again.

Gaz: Even after he tried to kill you?

Sherlock: I almost wish he’d stabbed me to death and took his time doing it just so the last thing I saw could’ve been those ocean blue eyes.

Ghost: I’m getting a little hot just off your description so I can only imagine how it felt to be there!

Sherlock: Insane.

Gaz: Gosh I can’t believe he was hotter than Brad Pitt.

Ghost: Hey, what did she say about Brad Pitt?

Gaz: Oh, shoot! I-I-I-I I’m sorry!

Soap: Yeah, forget Brad Pitt!

Gaz: Done! Forgotten! Who is he?

Ghost: He doesn’t exist.

Soap: He’s gone.

Gaz: Bradley David Pitt is no more.

Sherlock: Good!

Price and Nikolai: 😑

(Note: Sorry there was no post yesterday! There will be more later, promise!)

[the-whispers-of-death]

the anon that sent in handler Kali and dog hybrid reader has such an immaculate brain

now consider beloved Sarabi with a dog hybrid reader. Reader's visibly mistreated, mangy, matted, dirty fur, chipped claws, they're cold/trembling and malnourished, snapping at everything and everything behind the too tight muzzle.

i don't have many thoughts i just want Sarabi to care me

Imagine your owner taking you into the groomer's because you're just "too aggressive" for them to groom you themselves. And in comes Groomer!Sarabi and he's so polite, his words soft and his movements slow so you don't get startled with sudden movements. He takes off your muzzle, because he doesn't believe your owner about you being so aggressive, you're such a sweet dog hybrid!

He glares at your owner all the while giving you such softness. He treats you to some water and food, cooing at you. He waits until you're all fed before starting to shave off matted pieces of fur, humming softly to keep you calm.

In between the grooming session, Sarabi gives you scratches behind the ears and kisses on your snout. He tells you that you're such a good boy and that he'll take you away from that mean owner of yours.

And he does, he calls the social services designed for hybrids who are being mistreated and he takes you home, intending on caring for you better than everyone else did.

[victoryverse]

simon says*

here it is-->

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He didn't like the idea at first. It seemed to him just like a regular childish game, but when you told him it was horny simon says, the glint in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Horny, you say?"

"Hmm, you can say anything, that begins with Simon says, and since you're Simon, I have to listen"

He nods, gulping down. This should be fun.

"Simon says, unbutton your shirt"

You oblige, unbuttoning it till the front of your chest and your pink lace bra is visible.

"Simon says, stand up"

You were sat on the bed, and get up quickly, standing beside the bed.

"Simon says walk to the table"

You do, walking to the table you have at the side of the room for your work. You face him, and he smirks.

"Simon says turn around"

You do. Easy.

"Simon says bend over"

It's getting interesting.

You bend over quickly, and since the skirt you're wearing is too short for your own good, it rides up.

"Open your hair"

Your hands jerk, almost listening to what he said, and you realize quickly it didn't begin with simon says.

"Good girl"

You can hear him get up, the bed creaks beneath him. He walks to you, smoothening his hands on your ass.

"Simon says spread your pretty legs"

You do, and you can feel him pull your skirt down, till it pools at your ankles.

"Simon says hands behind your back"

You do, and he pulls your panties to the side, revealing your cunt, which is glistening with wetness.

"Remove your panties"

You keep your hands where they are, and he grabs your ass, pulling them down till they're above your skirt.

"Good at listening to orders, aren't you?"

You blush, feeling him unzipping his pants.

"Simon says spread your lips apart, open them to take daddy's cock"

Your heartbeat rises, but you listen quickly, reaching your shaking hands and spreading yourself apart for him. To take him in.

"Good. Look, so wet for me"

His cold hands makes contact with your folds, and you shiver. He pushes a finger inside, making you bite your lip.

"Yeah, that's it, all nice and warm"

His self-control is reeling on the edge, and you can feel it. He pulls his cock out, the length throbbing, leaking precum.

His one hand strokes himself lazily, while the other fingers your tight pussy. It's so hard to stay bent over at the edge of the table, while his finger is making you feel so good. Your legs are shaking, but he doesn't seem to care.

His cock lines up, and he pulls out his finger, spreading your wetness all over his cock, which it will soon be drenched in.

He pushes in with ease, the stretch making you cry out. His hands find your ponytail, and he grabs it, pulling your head back as he pushes into the hilt.

"You're gonna get fucked so good"

He promises and begins his rough pace. His balls smacking with your ass with each thrust in, your moans and cry filling the room as he grunts continuously with how good your warm heat feels.

"So fucking good. Tight and warm"

He spanks your ass, hard. Your eyes fall shut, the sting of it spreading all over, making your toes curl.

"You're gonna cum?"

He asks, as he feels you hushing around him. There's so much wetness dripping down to the floor, it's embarresing. His hand finds your clit-red and swollen-and he begins to rub experienced circles on it while you fall apart around his cock.

"Come for me, then, who's stopping you?"

You do, and it's so good. Your tight walls squeeze him hard, his cock twitching as he feels a rush of wetness escapes you, with your orgasm.

"Jesus, fuck. Who knew you're so horny for me, huh? Could've played this months ago if I knew this made you so wet, listening to my orders? Doing exactly what you're told?"

You're too fucked out to reply. The orgasm was incredible, but the overstimulation makes your pussy tingle.

"Simon, it's too much-"

He stops, his girth inside you, making your mouth fall open. He pulls your head up, asking, "Do you want me to stop?"

You don't, because it feels so fucking good. You feel like you're going to burst.

"No-it feels good, but I'm so close and I feel like I'll burst-"

"You won't burst. You're going to squirt all over my cock, and then you're gonna clean it up with that pretty mouth of yours, understand?"

You nod, and he resumes. Fucking you deep and hard and fast. Each thrust feels like heaven, and you grip the edges of the table, as another orgasm washes over. You definitely squirt, and there's wetness everywhere.

There's so much of it-his cock twitches. But he doesn't want to cum. Yet.

"Good girl. Good fucking girl. Yeah, give it to me, baby. Give me all you got. That's it-squeezing me so good. What-what did I do to deserve you?"

He's rambling, his moans mixed with your name as he praises you for being a good girl. Soon, he's pulling himslef out, and you get up, legs shaking, as you get down on your knees, and take him in your hand.

You pump him hard and fast, and as soon as he twicthes, you take him in your mouth.

"Fuck...-I', coming, I-"

He grabs your head, guiding you as he leaks inside your mouth. You stroke the base of his cock and massage his balls, till he has given you all he has-your mouth full as he watches you gulp it down.

"Fuck, so hot-you can't just do that and expect me to not get hard again"

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@ilovehobi101

[cannedmuffins]

I needed a older more exhausted Daddy Simon so I added 2 more children to Ghost and Hawk’s family (I also used references of Samuel Roukin for his look here 👀).

Little treat under the cut to match the last Daddy Simon post

He’ll always have that dog in him