#call of duty x oc

[doggoboigaugau]

Konig x Spot (my OC)

As I said, old man Konig is so hot. And also who is curious about Spot's relationship with old man Konig 🤭🤭🤭 I'll reveal more in the next posts 😈😈😈

Wake up the hot stuff is here @arthurmorgansballsack @justanagenderperson

[temeyes]

had i met you earlier, would you've been fine? would you've been mine?

[harveywritings92]

[Ghost does something stupid and gets himself hurt]

Rocky: Just a heads, After I lovingly nurse you back to health, We're going to kill you.~

König, pissed off: *Nods in agreement*

Ghost: *Gulps*

[callofduty-art]

Personally, I wouldn't care if König breaks my arm…

[ladyelissarose]

‘A Mother’s Revenge’

COD MW x Female widowed reader- callsign: Melione (means Goddess of nightmares and ghosts)

Summary: After your husband and son are killed during a massacre, you mourn the loss of them, as you enter into a new version of yourself, that you never thought you had. The 141 has kept an eye on you, secretly, and admire what they see. As they watch your raging anger as your grow behaviors and tactics of a perfect assassin. Laswell takes you in, and promises to give you the revenge you want, if you work for them and help them take down who you find out is the same people that killed your family. But will you work with them and bring them in to serve for justice? Or will you just take advantage of their team to get them yourself, and kill them all?

Chapter 1 - ‘A Nightmare Became An Obsession’

Chapter 2 - ‘Backfire’

Chapter 3 - ‘Can I Trust You?’

Chapter 4 - ‘Miscommunication’

Chapter 5 - ‘What Am I Up Against?’

Chapter 6 - ‘I Don’t Know’

Chapter 7 - ‘Led Blindly’

Chapter 8 - ‘Betrayed’

Chapter 9 - ‘Revelation’

Chapter 10 - ‘Our Purpose’

Chapter 11 - ‘Ghosts’

Chapter 12 - ‘Target eliminated- onto the next’

Next Chapters are in the works!!

[mi-i-zori]

When Her Blood Burns

CoD - Krueger x Fem!Medic!OC/Reader (Callsign : Nephilim)

SYNOPSIS : What I think Nephilim and Krueger’s relationship would be like.

WARNINGS : NSFW. Mentions of wounds, violence, blood, death and torture, smut, switch!Krueger and OC/Reader, mention of kinks. Kind of religious metaphors, though they do not indicate any of the character’s beliefs.

I do not give permission to re-publish, re-use and/or translate my work, be it here or on any other platform.

Based on his Reaper skin, as well as other similar attires of his, it’s obvious Krueger doesn’t mind going on a battlefield without any kind of protection for his torso and arms. Just him, and his massive balls I guess.

So my headcanon is that he could be at least a little bit masochistic, and definitely a sadist sometimes. Addicted to the adrenaline flowing from the idea of being injured, in a dangerous environment or in the middle of a certain type of stimulation.

On that note, I also don’t think he would mind his carnal adventures being a little risky too.

So I’m gonna throw him into Nephilim’s life like a goddamn feral raccoon. Always up to no good, enjoying being scolded when the pretty medic patches him up after inevitably getting injured in one way or another. Focusing on her soft, steady whispers as she comforts the injured soldiers and civilians who end up in her care ; coming up with fascinating stories whenever she needs to soothe the minds of the terrified children she holds in her arms after saving them from the wicked hands of the terrorists she and her group are trying to destroy. He is shameless when it comes to flirting, drinking up the tiniest reactions that slip through her tough façade. Loving the way she sometimes allows herself to actually be shy in front of him.

He takes the time to slowly unravel the web she hides behind as he holds her flushed skin against his. He drinks every noise flying past her lips, hands holding her hips and breasts in a bruising grip - grunting and growling as he pounds into her. The feeling of his teeth sinking into her shoulders sends her over the edge, pleasured tears dripping down her face and nails tearing through his arms. Waves of scorching heat never fail to rise from every touch they share, burning flesh and mind as their climax drips between them like lava flooding an endless valley, filled with their most primal wilderness.

As he watches her struggle to catch her breath afterwards, pressing corrosive kisses down her spine and slowly descending from his own high, Krueger thinks he could not have found a prettiest angel.

Yet those thoughts come to a screeching halt once he actually witnesses first-hand the real reason behind her callsign. When he sees her fly through the ruins littering the battlefield, all bloodied and bruised, leaving a trail of utter destruction in her wake. Her curses rise like a storm as she tries to maintain everyone in one piece, the emergency medical supplies working flawlessly in her dexterous hands. She doesn’t hesitate when it comes to dragging the enemy soldiers’ names and faces in the dirt, tearing their own supplies from their soon-to-be cold carcasses whenever she can.

Krueger shivers madly when he sees her bring the most cold-hearted war veteran to shame during an interrogation, making her targets whimper and beg before filling their very souls with lead. The burning wisps of her cigarettes light her blood-soaked fingers with each drag, a cold breeze whisking the smoke away from her lips as soon as they part, frozen eyes staring into the night before meeting his.

An Angel and a Demon live in harmony behind the humanity of her mesmerising features. Should any of the Sacred Texts hold even the slightest ounce of truth, he might indeed be the only man to taste the flesh of a Nephilim, at least since the first Divine Purge. The first mortal to savour this rare kind of danger multiple times and come out of it as unscathed as one can be.

It makes him wish he was in her enemies’ place as he watches her with a new kind of interest, lust rippling through every single one of his muscles.

And he does ends up being in their place, in a way, once she really gets more confident with him and their relationship. He realises the façade was not always a fluke when she forces him to kneel, not budging under his touches - for she’s in a bad mood tonight, and it’s finally time she let go of her own chains. He acts like a brat when she digs her nails into his skin into a series of scorching touches while restraining his hands, smirking and not uttering a single sound. Until he can’t take it anymore. Her scent is too tempting behind the blindfold, her touches too mesmerising, her voice too hypnotising.

She takes advantage of his heightened senses, turning his own little tricks against him. Whispering honeyed threats in his ears, pressing her bare self against his back, hands wandering up and down his body without ever going where he wants them to be.

He’s never been so hard.

And he cracks, savouring her coos as he pleads and begs, fighting against his restraints. Whimpering when she finally goes down on him, only to deny him his release. Stimulating him far beyond his limits like he has done countless times to her, biting his lips until blood floods from under his teeth. She licks it up, the flavours of his skin, sweat and blood mixing with the taste of her lips as she kisses him, riding him feverishly until there nothing left of them but groans, moans and pants - whimpers, cries and thundering heartbeats. Rendering them both as brainless as one can be.

After this, Krueger realises that, as dominant as he likes to be, he may or may not have a huge mommy kink.

[alwaysshallow]

listen i was casually watching grey's anatomy while writing price's fic and it hit me. the thought that in another universe he would be SO surgeon coded.

trauma surgeon suits him so much. like, his acting in stressful situations, a desire to save lives at whatever cost. to be here, when things are bad and most of people thinks there's nothing to be done.

he was sent in a field, but came back to hospital, tired. tired of war, of screaming, of blood, of dead corpses. wanting some peace.

and he quite literally got it, but he has to deal with all-bubbly plastics resident, full of hope that he lost. he's sort of a legend for her (she's younger, like 10 years ish?) and she's asking a lot of questions. a lot of questions that he rolls eyes at, but answers anyway.

grumpy x sunshine dynamic but he gets a bit smiley every time she asks something new

i need someone urgently to obsess over it with me bc i think i might go insane. with it, inbox is open

[httplvki]

haven’t fully written in like months.. and exams are in 1-2 days and instead of studying im writing this lol. so i apologize if this is kinda shit or cringe T_T

ghost x reaper (oc) [CAN be read as reader tho since i don’t describe how she looks like!] she/her prns for reaper

reaper gets shot and ghost works on getting her patched up, but really its just reaper being infatuated and admiring him at the end {FLUFF} (tw// mentions of blood and gun shot wound)

“reaper, how copy?” she starts to hear through her comms

reaper slowly opens her eyes before rapidly blinking, her vision starts to focus normally again.

“reaper, how copy?” the voice on the other end more stern

reaper groans out, feeling a slight pain on the left side of her abdomen.

“ugh, fuck…” she moans before looking down at the injury. it was a gunshot wound, the bullet was still inside. she puts her hand around the wound to cover it before putting her head back in pain.

“jesus.. reap, how copy?” the voice from the comms asked again now more irked.

she sighs before pressing the button of her comms.

“am fine, ghost..” she gives out a hoarse whisper

“thought i lost you there, what's your status?” he asked

“got shot..” she pauses before looking around her surroundings and slowly getting up “in between some buildings, think i lost them” she finishes

“don’t get your hopes up, now let's get your ass to where we’ll be meetin’.”

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reaper opens the door to the abandoned house with one arm while the other is still on her bleeding abdomen.

revealing ghost with his hands on his gun pointed in her direction and puts his gun down after confirming it was her.

“thought you were gonna give me another bullet in me” reaper joked weakly before closing the door behind her

ghosts eyes follow her movements before speaking up.

“sit on the couch, i’ll try to get the bullet out” he calmly says before going through his kit

reaper looks in the direction of the couch before dragging herself to it. she lets out a sigh once her body hits the softer surface, her head leaned back and her eyes closed.

“move your hand and lift your shirt..” he softly says making her open her eyes again to meet his tired eyes.

she obliged and removes her hand from her bloody wound, letting out a small wince before lifting the side of her shirt to reveal her bare skin. he gets on one knee to inspect the wound.

“you’re lucky,” he says

“yeah i know..”

god, the atmosphere is too awkward right now.

is all that reapers hazy mind could think of while he runs his hand around the wound and gets to work. reaper looks down at his figure, focused on trying to patch her up.

the dark lighting made him look like more of the grim reaper unlike reaper herself. her eyes wander to his skull-shaped mask then to his eyes. so tired and dark, looks like he’s been through hell and back. a mysterious man he really is, but so intriguing at the same time.

fuck… i really am falling for him.

she thought while staring at him, not even phased about the pain around her abdomen.

ghost feels her staring

“if you’re gonna say somethin’ just say it,” he says while still focusing on getting the bullet out of her abdomen.

she lets out a weak huff in amusement

“who hurt you, LT?” she lightheartedly asks

the question making him pause before looking up at her face.

“none of your business” he blankly says

a small smile creeps onto her face once he looks up at her. reaper is more hazy than she thinks she is. without thinking she gently reaches her hand out to the side of his masked cheek and placing it there.

so utterly infatuated with the lieutenant without even knowing that she is.

he lets it happen. he lets her rest her hand on his cheek before he sighs.

“fuckin’ hell reap, you know how much of a handful you are sometimes?” he places his hand on top of her hand that rests on his cheek before gently grabbing it and setting her hand down again.

“i know, but you don’t mind all that much do ya?” she grins, admiring his masked face.

“and i hate that i don’t.”

[theredharpy]

-Complete silence-

Soap: "I almost drowned in the sink."

Y/N - Immediately stops what they're doing and looks at soap-: "Soap.. mate, what the hell."

Soap: "Imagine the bloody headline that would make." -gestures with his hands- "local military man drowns in the sink."

Y/N: "How the hell did you manage that."

Soap: "I filled it with water and put ma face in and my head got stuck under the tap."

Y/N -complete and utter shock, just blinks multiple times whilst looking at him-: "Soap..sweetheart, what the fuck."

[theirishwolfhound]

A Heart of Gold In a Sea of Green: The Synopsis

Heyo! I'm making this post just so I can get ready to start posting on Tumblr as well as Ao3. My main reason is that I can add GIFs/images, music, and color code the dialog on here. With that being said, I'm still working on the imagery for my masterlist post and this is just to act in as the informational "chapter".

"Crow "Wolfhound" O'Neil had been a sergeant in a different troop, known as the WatchDogs, before joining Task Force 141 as an additional sniper, but mostly for his innate understanding of many terrains and the survival skills needed for them. Yet he mostly kept to himself when he joined up as he was still reeling from a recent loss of a loved one; he remained the calm, patient soldier he had always trained to be… despite joining what he could only call as the most chaotic gaggle of men he's ever met. He followed orders, never spoke back or questioned his fellow officers- he was loyal, just as his nickname implied. Though when asked about it he spoke only a simple phrase: "Gentle when stroked, Fierce when provoked" and left it at that."

The fic takes place around six months after Wolfhound transferred into Task Force 141 from the Watchdogs and focuses on him finally putting in the effort to improve his mental state after he lost his fiancé: Malakai Harper. As well as focusing on improving his relationships with his fellow operators: Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap— who are already in a polyamorous relationship.

There is a lot of fraternization that goes on, it's not meant to be a serious down to code/law type of fic— I literally only wrote this because I love the characters and wanted to try writing a fanfiction for the first time. I will also put the other warnings in under this indent, as well as a put the proper warnings before the start of every chapter. Also fair warning: Most Chapters are Long Reads (potentially up to 15k+ type deal).

Below is the first thing on the Ao3 fic, just to give an understanding into Crow's background:

Crow Nevan O'Neil was born in Galway, Ireland and lived there for most of his life. He is currently twenty-seven and has been in the British military for seven years. Previously he was a Forest Ranger at the Wicklow Mountains National Park in Ireland and has visited other places to get the experience of working in different terrains.

He was born into a Catholic family and still holds those beliefs to this day, but does not talk about it with others- just as he keeps his gender identity and sexuality under close wraps. The only person that knows he is transgender would be Captain Price and he was given the accommodation of a private shower to make his time a bit easier on base. He only wears long sleeved shirts and pants to keep a more conservative look, though it was mostly to hide his tattoos so that no one asks him any questions about them- he may be social but not when it comes to speaking, he's a listener not the speaker.

Crow got his nickname "Wolfhound" mainly because he is Irish- but also because his old troop thought it was funny that a 165cm (5'5") man who barely weighs 81kg (180lbs) soaking wet can be called something in relation to a huge dog. He has hazel eyes, many many freckles, and curly reddish brown hair- the pinnacle of Irish stereotypes minus the anger and drinking, but by god does he have the accent of a man who sounds like he is fresh from Dublin. His actual callsign is Foxtrot Four.

He was engaged to a Lieutenant form his previous troop named Malakai Harper, but after his death Crow was looking for any chance to have a fresh start with a new team- and luckily he was given the chance to join Task Force 141 as their third sergeant. He knew very little about the other operators, but that meant they knew nothing of him.

Now time for lists and links:

Ao3

Playlist

Crow's Reference Sheet (Will Be Redone Eventually)

[doggoboigaugau]

New Tactical Suit 😇

Yesterday was Spot😈, now I offer yall Chase🐕

[mitoad]

little blurb about my oc and simon ‘ghost’ riley

jinya 金雅 is 16 years old, please do not ship him with any characters out of age .

notes : trauma , character death (not ghost or jinya [or soap dw he’s alive in this au]) ghost can see the same hate he carries in jinya’s eyes, and he hates it.

simon ‘ghost’ riley knows the weight of carrying the remnants of loved ones , dead teammates , old adversaries . his spine aches from it , hands worn and calloused from unwillingly lugging the carcass of his memories. the mask he wears is far less terrifying than the lethargy behind it .

and he can see the same thing in the kid he had stumbled across , the tiny ‘n/a’ scrawled across his next-in-line and the extra dog tags that choke his neck . simon wasn’t sure if jinya hid their last name out of contempt or if it was a taboo to his lips , the cavities in his teeth. he’d been beaten down by the world so much that his neck was snapped in one position- looking forward futureless, with relentless determination and fury of no contains.

and admittedly, simon’s scared. he’s scared because he’s seen the tale, read the stories. he’s lived the legend, and it’s not as pretty as it seems.

but the worst part is that he doesn’t know how to stop the kid from growing up and molding into his shadow. that kid’s casket is already carved for him , and there’s no axe in sight.

[harveywritings92]

Ghost, jerks awake: Wha-What happened there? The last thing I remember is feeling very drowsy and tired. I can’t remember anything at all after that- Were we attacked?

Rocky: Yes, Lieutenant. It’s called falling asleep. You should be doing it every night.

[ghostsferalgremlin]

COD INCORRECT QUOTES

Ok this is my first post about cod and it's not really a serious one, but i have no friends to talk about cod so here i am.

Also my oc's code name is Cerbero (italian name of Cerberus), i don't really have a drawing of him or anything, and prob will use him only for the incorrect quotes.

Feel free to see Cerbero as y/n tho, I just wanted to put a name "on y/n" cause writing y/n every time pisses me off lmao.

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Ghost and König are sparring

Cerbero: ya know what? Bet i can climb two trees at the same time

Soap: we're talking abput literal trees right?

Cerbero:

Soap: RIGHT??

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Gaz: i swear he scares the shit out of me

Ghost: Cerbero? Why?

Gaz: have you ever seen him in the middle of the night?

Ghost: no??

Gaz: well let me tell you, i am traumatized for life

This whole thing after he walked on Cerbero making himself an hot chocolate at 3am with no lights on, phone in hand to see and deathcore out his headphones.

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Price: remind me, please, why i said yes

Laswell: your words "maybe with a new kid in they will calm down a little bit"

Price: i really thought that would be a thing actually

Laswell: and now you have even König with them

Soap somewhere in background: YES BITCH DO THAT AGAIN

Price: DO NOT!

Laswell: how they did manage to destroy a whole tank is still a mistery to me

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Full mission

Cerbero: KA FUCKING BOOM BITCH

Soap: YEAH, KA FUCKING BOOM

Cerbero: BITCH!

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Ghost: what are they doing?

Gaz: idk, i walked in here and they had folk metal on and the chaos take the lead put of nowhere

Ghost: ok but why are Cerbero and Soap naked in the middle of the common room?

Gaz: trust me, i have no idea

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Alejandro: YES MI AMOR, MOVE THAT ASS

Rudy: dear god

Ghost: was it really necessary teaching Cerbero how to dance like that?

Rudy: don't. Just... don't

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Price: all i'm asking for is a normal kid on this task force, just one

Soap: define "normal"

Price watching Cerbero laughing while killing: not that Soap, not that

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[itsscromp]

Hola, señorita bonita

Alrighty, Now onto some Alejandro. Need to write more of him in general. Warnings: PG-13 content and suggestive themes. Google translated spanish. Word count:1.5K

It was Alejandro's wife Daniela's birthday this weekend. He has been so busy with work that he decided to treat her with a getaway to the beach house of which where they first met.

Before he went and told her the amazing news, He went out and did some shopping. Looking for... "Presents". Afterwards, he went home, seeing Daniela peacefully reading her book on the balcony. "Hola mi amor" He smiled and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Alejandro" She smiled and gently placed her book down, leaning up to kiss him. "How was your day ??"

"Nothing special, But it will be when I tell you this..." He smirked mischievously.

"Oh ??" She sat up giving him her undivided attention. He then gently kneeled down and smiled, taking her hand gently in his and squeezing it.

"I booked us a trip to the beach house where we first met..." She gasped, Smiling wide. "Oh Alejandro !!" She lunged into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"I love you so so much my love, happy birthday" He pressed a kiss behind her head.

Soon the two began to pack, Alejandro packed his "Presents" Oh she was going to love this so damn much.

They began the drive and her knee was bouncing in excitement, He noticed and smiled.

"I can't wait to spend some time with you, We've been so so busy it just feels unreal" He shook his head lightly.

"Neither can I" She smiled mischievously and leans over the console to hold his bicep.

He chuckled and flexed it lightly. "Save it for the cabin amor" He winked.

She bit her lip and sat back in her seat, smiling. She'll try, for now, She'll try.

After about an hour and a half of driving, they both soon arrived. It was just as beautiful as the first time they were here. "It's like it's been untouched" He smiled as he hopped out and stretched. Seeing her hop out, he gently went over, wrapping an arm around her waist and placing a kiss on her head, rubbing her waist gently.

She smiled and leaned towards him. "Just the two of us" "Yeah... Just the two of us."

The two then entered inside, deciding to soon change into their swim gear and heading out the back to the beach. Heading out into the warm water and the bright sun, Alejandro dived into the water, followed by Daniela. He mischievously soon swam up behind her and scooped her up. "Ready amor ??"

"Alejandro, what are you doing ??" She giggled as he readied himself, soon tossing her, laughing as she fell into the water and rose. She happily got him back by tackling him to the ground. she laid on top of him as she gently caressed his cheek. Looking at him with all the love in the world as did he.

The fun continued into the evening as Alejandro cooked up her most favourite dish in the whole world, and poured her favourite glass of wine. "Here you are my beautiful" He pressed a kiss on her lips, placing the plate and glass in front of her. "This looks delicious amor" Kissing him back, she happily ate as the two just stayed there in the loving silence, the silence saying a thousand words for them. They loved each other, till the day they died.

But then, when she went off to a shower, it was then time for Alejandro's plan to kick in. When she opened the door, she looked at the floor and saw rose petals. Leading out to the living room. She snickered and happily followed it, She saw candles lit up and slow music playing, and soon seeing the sight of Alejandro, laying down on the couch, shirtless, wearing braces with a rose in his mouth.

"Al..." she smiled and slowly sauntered over to him, sitting on his lap.

“hola señorita bonita” (hello miss pretty) he took the rose out of his mouth “tu presente esta aqui" (Your present is here)

She giggled and leaned her head on the couch, it was the Spanish for her man. She melted, she literally fucking melted. Oh Alejandro Vargas you, respectfully, will be getting no sleep tonight.

"Alejandro... Eché de menos verte actuar tan sexy." (I miss getting to see you act so sexy) She took the rose, smiling softly.

He chuckled and looked up at her. Hay mucho más sensualidad por venir” (there’s a lot more sexiness to come) leaning up and kissing her.

She kissed him back, gripping his shoulders. Alejandro smirked further and smacked her butt teasingly. She gave him a playfully dangerous look. Reaching to squeeze his pecs.

"Estás jugando con fuego mi amor." (You're playing with fire my love) Her hands slowly creeping.

He gently grabbed her wrists. “ahora ahora” (now now) “tu recompensa vendrá” (your reward will come) He whispered, moving off the couch and settling her in, kissing her before standing back. He then slowly took the braces off his shoulders.

“¿Estás listo para ver los mejores músculos de tu vida?” (are you ready to see the best muscles in your life ??) he smirked and gave his signature Alejandro wink.

She looked up at him, her cheeks going deeper red, remaining perfectly in place. "Sí, por favor..." (Yes, please)

And then, He tore his pants off, It was one of those tear-away pants, now standing in his sexy underwear. The heat rose in Daniela, oh... oh!!!!

“¿Ahora por dónde empezamos, bíceps o abdominales?” (Now where shall we start, biceps or abs ??) he rubbed his hands.

She tried not to drool and he hadn't even started doing anything yet, That's how much damn rizz he has on her right now. Whatever he did, she wouldn't complain.

“¿Qué tal los abdominales?” (How about the abs ??) he smirked and raised his arms behind his head, making his abs more defined and pop out. A full damn 8 pack !!

She went deep red, act normal, act normal, absolutely staring, She was melting into the couch.

He then moved onto his biceps, raising his arms and flexing hard, they were some fucking big guns !! “te gusta lo que ves ??” (You like what you see ??) He smirked.

*She shuddered, nodding*"Siempre lo hago, sabes que me gusta lo que esos músculos pueden hacer" (I always do, you know I like what those muscles can do) Her voice slightly broke.

“Luego deleita tus ojos con las nalgas de tus sueños.” (Then feast your eyes on the buttocks of your dreams) he turned around and flexed his butt hard. Looking behind and smirking at her.

She started to drool, staring without the utmost care. He started to flex each cheek individually, this was one of her favourites. “¿Te parece esto sexy?” (Do you find this sexy ??)

Her face was full-on hot and red. "I... I think you should... keep going" She couldn't stop smiling.

“No estaba planeando parar” (wasn’t planning on stopping) He smirked and then gave it one last wiggle and flex, turning back around. “Ahora quiero toda tu atención para esto” (now I want your full attention for this)

She shifted, getting comfy and giving him all her full attention as if he didn't have it before.

He then flashed his signature smile, soon beginning to pop his pecs, her most favourite flex. “Ellos estan bailando solo para ti” (they’re dancing, just for you)

She shifted again, ears impossibly red, cheeks flushed deeply. "Oh, mierda..." (Oh fuck)

He tilted his head with a smirk. “¿Alguien se está poniendo un poco nervioso?” (Is somebody getting flustered ??)

She bit her lip, giggling to herself. "Sabes lo que me haces.." (you know what you do to me..)

He then smirked and stood straight. “prepárate” (get ready) he then began to pop his pecs at lightning speed. "¡Oh, sí, estos son unos malditos pectorales!" (Oh yeah, these are some fucking pecs!) He looked at his pecs and then back at her.

Daniela Vargas was not home, she couldn't compute. She's been fried big big time.

“Míralos” (look at them) He continued to pop his pecs at fast speeds, he was working on this for a while to impress her. The rizz on this man right now.

She lifts her eyes, trying to keep her gaze on him, feeling her heart pounding desperately in her chest. Melting fully into the couch. "Oh sweet dear..." She fanned herself.

His work was done. He stopped flexing and stood straight. "You may now have your reward" He winked.

She smiled excitedly, jumping off the couch and rushing to him, touching his muscles all over. practically groping them, But she was allowed to do that because he says so !!.

"Was it worth the wait ??" He teased.

"So so worth it, Now shut your pretty mouth" She smiled, going to town, Muscle heaven on the destination !!!

He smiled, letting have her reward. This never failed at any time. He knew his muscles were her favourite, especially his butt and pecs. it was all worth it to see that smile on her face. Yep, those two were not getting any sleep tonight respectfully.

Taglist: @callofdudes

[mysticalmallard]

MainMasterlist || Rules & Requests

Okay, it's time for a sneak peak as I'm losing motivation to finish this one, so if i post some of it, I might trick my brain into thinking I have to finish it 😅

Its a Ghost x femcivilian!OC fic slow burn grumpy Simon with a cute shy little thing who makes him smile....idk maybe I have been staring at it too long

Hope you guys atleast like the idea and hopfully want to read it if I ever finish it.

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It was a gloomy grey day when Ghost's path crossed with someone special. He spotted her sitting alone on a bench in a local park, enjoying a quiet moment of solitude. She was the cutest, smolest civilian he had ever seen.

..........time...skip.........

His heart pounded as he worked up the courage to approach her. "Excuse me, miss," he said with a soft smile hidden by a plain black mask. "Would you mind if I join you?"

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