#cod cold war x male reader

[ironmansimp]

Adler lovers we need content on one version of this man... Gunslinger Adler. Just look.

Please I need the content. Fanfic writers could do the "save a horse, ride the cowboy" or "wear the hat, ride the cowboy" or whatever the second one is. I need that beautiful content everyone makes. Plus if it's a male reader I would kiss the ground you fucking walk on. Omg male bell. The ideas are endless but i could never write it to my standards. If anyone does this please tag me.

[yanderestarangel]

౨ৎ ADLER RUSSELL X MALE READER || "RETURN"

♡ ┆TW : few spoilers, v!sex, ftm reader, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm denial, angst, make-up sex.

♡⁠┊It had been so long since you last heard of Adler that you thought the man had been a figment of your imagination, and that every touch, kiss, hug, and intimate moment had been a dream too good to be true—you were just a deluded man. But the ring on your finger, shining like a star, said otherwise.

♡⁠┊Since the mission with Bell and Adler's unhealthy obsession with finding Perseus, your husband had left you alone, with only a missing person’s report hanging over you. You tried to live your life normally, even though your mind and heart were trapped in an empty space of loneliness and isolation—after all, he hadn’t been declared dead, just missing. Everything only got worse when they unexpectedly declared your companion an enemy of the state and put a bounty on his whereabouts.

♡⁠┊The CIA looked for you, and as always, you didn’t know where Russell was... Even though you were his husband, he had simply disappeared like tears in the rain—if the former agent was alive, he was well-hidden from everyone and everything, even from you. Your hopes had dwindled, and you were already giving up on the possibility of him seeking you out again—until that night.

♡⁠┊The knocks on the window startled you from your restful state—the sound of the rain had drowned out any previous noise. You cleared your field of vision and saw the unmistakable shadow of Adler standing outside, a practically invisible smile on his lips and scarred face. He was still just as you remembered. A mixture of frustration, joy, anger, and everything else filled your chest as you immediately ran to open the door for him.

♡⁠┊Adler walked in silently, his heavy boots making noise on the floor as he dried the drops of water still clinging to his clothes—he still smelled like cigarettes, gunpowder, and strong, citrusy masculine cologne; it seemed like he had stopped in time.

♡⁠┊"I can explain everything..." Adler began with a soft sigh. But you didn’t let him finish; you pulled him into a kiss, filled with hunger and pain. As much as you were overwhelmed with mixed emotions, you had missed your husband's touch. You needed to feel Russell as much as possible and be sure that he wasn’t just an illusion in your mind.

♡⁠┊The kiss was messy with moans from both of you and desperate touches from both of you to feel each other again - his tongue danced with yours slowly while his agile fingers went against your clothes and took them off without any ceremony - leaving you naked for his gaze.

♡⁠┊You felt that old feeling of desire again when you knew that behind the visor of his glasses, his blue eyes burned with lust when he saw you surrendered to him again. With a firm hand, he grabbed your neck as he always did, his thick fingers digging into your skin while his free hand found its way to your pussy - playing with the moisture that was already accumulating there. "Holy shit-... Do you still want me so much? Did you miss your old husband here, my lad?" He moaned with a slight saccharism in his voice as he stuck two fingers inside your cunt, making you moan and feel him curl his digits inside you – obviously he still remembered how to satisfy you and wanted to put it all into practice again.

♡┊The taller blond saw you a mess with tears of joy, anger and pleasure – he felt guilty for simply leaving, but it was a decision made to protect you only. The two of you kissed as if the world of both of you depended on it. Your fingers touched every part of his still covered body, feeling every muscle and soft part of his flesh. He whispered sweet nothings on your lips again like he used to do before – each word accompanied by faster fingers in your wet hole, dirtying his fingers and his forearm.

♡┊It didn't take long for you to be wet enough to ride his cock again like you always did. You didn't need to talk to understand how much you needed this, you needed each other. Adler pulled his pants down to his knees and his thick, veiny shaft throbbed from its confinement. His large hands rested on the soft flesh of your waist as you lowered yourself unceremoniously onto his throbbing member – it was vulgar, raw and full of need, his eyes widened enough for you to see them shining behind his glasses as he watched your body bounce on his groin as if it was the only thing you knew.

♡┊His scarred lips found their way to your neck and a few hickeys were left there – at the same time you flexed your hips and thighs on the older man and felt every inch of your husband filling you to the point of having a bulge in your belly. You decided to speed up your movements and heard the older man moan hoarsely as he watched your pussy swallow him without complaint, you still fit perfectly into him, as it always did. "Fuck, pretty boy... You're going to kill me like this, holy shit." Adler let out a loud groan as you sat down on his cock harder, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to focus on not cumming, the feeling of your pussy enveloping his cock was heavenly, the way you moved on top of him, the way you were always so wet for him, the way you looked when you were riding him, it was all too much for him to handle.

♡⁠┊"Fuck... You're so tight... So wet..." He panted, his hands gripping your hips tighter and pulling you down onto his cock with more force, his hips bucking up to meet your downward thrusts – he knew you weren't going to let him cum now, and he was happy to obey, after all he knew it was the lightest punishment he would receive after being away from you for so long.

♡⁠┊When he told you he was going to cum, you quickly pulled his cock out of your wetness, making him groan in frustration and curl his toes inside his boots, his eyes widening in surprise, his body tensing up in anticipation of his release only to have it snatched away from him. He could feel his cock throbbing, aching for release, but he held on, you were in control at that moment.

♡⁠┊He could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, the blood rushing through his veins. And it all only got worse when you made him fuck you in every corner of the house in different positions – and every time he was going to cum, you made him hold on tighter and tighter, in that situation it was like he was your personal dildo and he felt even harder at the prospect of just making you cum. He had become a slave to your desires, and he would do anything to make you happy, even if it meant breaking the rules, even if it meant breaking himself.

♡⁠┊Adler really wanted to last longer but he couldn't, the way your pussy was wetting his cock and balls, the way you were grinding against his groin, the way your ass moved with each thrust. He couldn't obey your command and filled your womb with his hot cum. As you and he recovered, his hands found your face and kissed you on the forehead. "Let's talk now, okay? I really have a lot to talk about." Russell spoke softly, knowing you would like to know what happened... and he had a lot to say.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Cod X male reader !! Mabye the characters scolding the male reader and the male reader has bad memories from childhood and the scolding triggered their truamas and the male reader tries to avoid COD characters

[A/n:Ooo this one is interesting. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:they scold you causing you to remember bad memories from your childhood

Type:short scenarios: Valeria X M!Reader: König X M!Reader: Woods X M!Reader: Gaz X M!Reader: Ghost X M!Reader

Version:Mw2, Cold War

Woods

He didn't mean to be to hard on you, you were just not paying attention and almost got killed. He was scared. Woods did everything he could to protect you and you still just didn't listen, he had to scold you. But now he's regretting it. Adler was the one who noticed, he seen how you would nervously look at woods and then look away quickly like a scared child, how you would make sure he wasn't talking to you and did your best to hide yourself from him. When woods noticed he felt horrible, and tried his best to talk to you but it was hard. When he finally learned why he corner you to apologize, he had to or he'd never live it down and feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Valerie

She's hard on people, everyone knows this. She isn't nice, or caring towards people. Of course you were at expectation, in private of course but still everyone could tell she was nicer to you and cared more about you, until she scolded you about something small. She didn't notice, like woods. And it wasn't until you wouldn't come to bed, she waited and waited for what felt like an eternity but you never came. She finally got you down to her office to talk to you and she could see how you struggled at first, this was the first time she was genuinely patient with someone. Valerie let you calm down then talk, then she felt like shit. First she didn't notice her own boyfriend feels upset and scared of her and now she's realizing she made you have to remember bad childhood memories? She felt horrible and made sure to make it up to you.

Gaz

Now Gaz isn't one to yell at people, or scold, just anything like that in general. It's usually Price. But Gaz was scared and worried and it just it happened because you were being reckless, yes, Gaz loves you, but God you scare him sometimes. After he had scolded you he went straight to his room to calm down and if price can notice that Gaz is upset, he can notice you too. While Price was taking to Gaz you were no where to be seen, which would have worried Gaz but he currently was focused on Price and his emotions. After Price was done talking Gaz sent out to find you, but he couldn't find you. It wouldn't have worried him if soap didn't run up to him asking where you were. Now the fear hit him. He spent the whole time looking high and low for his beloved boyfriend worried something happened to him. When he found you, he crushed you in a hug, apologizing. He didn't let you talk more focused on getting his apologize out there. He never found out about your past due to his apologizing.

König

He felt bad a second after he scolded you. You wouldn't even get a chance to leave as the bad memories flooded your head, König pulled you into a hug directly after and apologized for scolding you and how he was just scared. He could tell you were still upset and you explained how you can take time away from but he needs you to know that he's sorry, he really is, he'd be upset too if someone scolded him like a child. If you did avoid him after his apologize, it'd hurt him but he wouldn't try and stop you. Instead watching you from afar sadly until you came back to him.

Ghost

Now Ghost he's done some scolding and he never feels bad for the person be scolded. Same goes for you. He wouldn't scold someone for no reason, so he'd just watch you avoid him and honestly he'd probably make it worst. Mainly because he'd think your only avoiding him because he scolded you, not because of the past. So eventually he'd corner you and tell you that you shouldn't avoid him because of a little scolding and to get over it since it wasn't a harsh scolding. Which might make the simulation worst. Soap would came to Ghost a few minutes later, pissed off. Soap would process to yell at Ghost in his heavy Scottish accent about how bad he hurt you and accidentally say why Ghost hurt you so bad. And no soap wouldn't let him talk. Ghost would wait for you to finally come around him so he can apologize.

[A/n:sorry Königs is so short. I hope you enjoyed]

[montcumbry-gaytor]

Can you do a Dom/Frank woods x Sub/male reader, where both of them are having their first time and woods being to rough with his lover.( Or you can do whatever place they can have fuck at thats my opinion) also love your amazing work and its talented. Woods needs all the love.

Come out and play

frank woods x male reader smut

FEM ALLIGNED DNI || MLM/NBLM TARGET READERS

A/N : Had me kicking my feet tysm for the compliment 🫶🫶 and yes I 100% agree Frank deserves a whole lot of love and I geniunely think he's so silly 🫶🫶

CW : Slightly OOC Frank, First Time Sex, Mentions of Hallucinations and Night terrors.

You and Frank had been together for.. a while, now.

He had been a stable of your mental health when you were struggling, the night terrors, the hallucinations, odd memories of things you thought never happened.

You struggled with it far too often, and when you did, Frank was there to help you through it, albeit not in the most professional way.

Though you both cared for eachother you both never..

Had sex.

You assumed you never had time for it, considering your line of work, it was kind of understandable, but the longer you and Frank dated the more the want festered in you.

"Bell, You have that report ready?"

Adler asked, looming over you, He always radiated such a powerful energy, almost wary of you, but it always seemed to soften around you, it felt like.. Pity.

Though you never minded it much.

"Bell?"

"Oh- Sorry- I'm.. not having a good thought process right now, can't get focused."

You admitted, holding your face in your hands, huffing out a breath of frustration.

"That's okay, Bell, Just have it in my office before Friday, alright?"

"Got it.. sorry."

Adler hummed, patting your shoulder before walking off, seemingly to chat with Park, who sat at her desk, feet propped up against it.

Startled out of your thoughts, You whipped around, Your shock melting away as frank stood behind you, hands planted on your shoulders.

"You good?"

He asked gruffly, Thick brows upturned with concern, icey blue eyes piercing into yours, he could see your frustration, even though your face was hidden through the Balaclava you wore.

"Yeah- Yeah.. I'm okay, Just lost in thought, Thanks Frankie."

You said, your eyes creased as you smiled, watching his ears tint a shade of red that you would only see on him.

"Do you want to head to the hotel for the night? You've been here for a while."

"Yeah, We can go, I have something to talk to you about anyways."

You sighed, Grabbing your bag from beside your chair, stuffing your unfinished report into it, amongst other things that sat at your desk.

"Okay."

Frank said, sounding lightly concerned, though it could only be something you would pick up in his gravely voice.

Time passed, you and Frank had slipped out shortly after saying bye to Adler, Not that it was necessarily required, but Adler himself told you he felt it was necessary to know you were gone, You never understood why.

The drive to the hotel was quiet, Accompanied by the rain pattering on Frank's windshield.

Lights on the street lined your path, until the small hotel crammed between a convenience store and a Bar made it's way into your view.

"Bell? —Bell?"

"Oh- Huh?"

You hummed, shaking yourself from your thoughts once more.

"We're here."

He said, Prompting you to hop out of the vehicle, shutting the door and letting Frank lock it behind you, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"Thanks for the ride, Frankie."

You hummed, bumping your hip into his teasingly.

You made your way inside, Being quiet as you navigated the halls, Making sure not to wake any sleeping residents of the hotel, Due to your line of work, It was easy,

Using the keycard to unlock your hotel room, Frank held the door open, letting you enter before slipping in himself, locking the door behind him.

"So, you had something to say?"

"I want to have sex with you, Frank."

Silence carried your words, though you kept your stare, the air in the room felt thick as his adams apple bobbed, a sigh slipping from his lips.

"I can understand if you wouldn't want to, but.. I love you, and i want to do more than just.. kiss you, It sounds silly.."

"—Bell, Listen, I want to too I just.."

He trailed off, Clearing his throat.

"I've never had sex with a man, before."

"Oh.."

It was quiet again, Frank looked away sheepishly, Running a large hand over his neck.

"Well, I haven't either, So it could be a first for the both of us."

You said, Stepping closer to his anxious frame.

"I mean, Yeah.. but I don't want to hurt you, Bell, I don't want to get carried away and make you hate it."

"—Then.. let me take lead."

You stood in front of him, taking his hands in yours and placing them firmly on your hips, running your hands up to curl around his neck, playing with his hairline.

"I can take my own pace, and you wouldn't have to worry.."

You hummed, your gaze never leaving his.

"A-Alright.."

He said, Defeated by your persuasion, pressing his forehead into yours.

"Can I kiss you?"

"-You know you don't have to ask."

"I know."

You hummed, Pulling your balaclava off your head and dropping it to the ground, Your lips connecting with his, Your tongue slipping into his mouth to search for his.

Small groans tangled in with your gasps of air, rolling your hips in hope of any friction, much to your delight, Franks leg slipped between yours, Providing relief.

"Fuck.. Frankie.."

You whined, Running a hand through his dark black hair, tugging lightly in your wake, The mess of each others limbs stumbling backward onto the bed.

You pulled Frank's jacket off quickly, both of you kicking off your shoes into the floor, never taking your hands off one another.

Swiftly, you flipped each others positions, hands caging on either side of Frank's shoulders, Heavy breaths escaping your kiss bruised lips.

You struggled to pull off your coat, fumbling with it in a hurry, you shucked it off, kicking the cargo pants you wore with them.

Frank bit his lip as he watched you strip your boxers off and toss them away from you, crawling between his legs.

"You don't fucking understand how much I've wanted to do this.."

You sighed, Unbuckling his belt before tugging his pants down, tossing them into the floor with the rest of the inevitable pile.

His erection pressed through his briefs, twitching in anticipation, Frank sighing your name under shaky breaths.

"Patience, Frank, You of all people should know that."

You hummed, kissing the inside of his thigh teasingly, watching him shudder, slipping your fingers beneath his briefs and pulling them off, his cock springing out, tip grazing over his stomach.

"Fuck.. you're big."

You said, running the pad of your index finger over his length, tracing the veins before pressing your lips to his tip, hearing him groan at the sensation.

Warily, you wrapped your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue ran across the bottom, slowly taking him in until his tip reached the back of your throat.

You could hear him struggle to keep his moans in, You could feel and see his muscles tense and constrict as you began to bob your head, working what you couldn't fit in your mouth with your hand.

"Fuck... You're doing amazing- ah—shit.."

He cursed under his breath, running a calloused hands through your hair as he struggled to keep his composure, Pressing the crown of his head into the pillows.

Pulling your mouth off, you slipped your fingers from your free hand into your mouth, jerking frank off as you wet them, pulling them out after you were satisfied, your mouth returning to suck Frank.

You slid your hand behind your back, slipping your fingers to prod into your hole, slipping in with ease thanks to your saliva, and.. other things you would never admit.

You let out groans that vibrated in your throat as you curled your fingers into yourself, forcing yourself to breath through your nose to keep you from choking as frank rutted into you.

Satisfied with your work, you pulled off, Frank's helpless groan made you smirk, You slid your slick fingers out of yourself.

"You're sure you want to do this?"

You asked, holding Frank's hands in yours once more, bringing your hips over Franks as you looked at him, his stare showing just how much he cared.

Cared about you.

"Absolutely."

He hummed, placing a hand on your hip, thumb stroking at your scarred skin, Slowly, you guided yourself onto his cock, your breath hitching as he reached places you didn't know existed.

"Ooh.. fuck.."

You grunted, rolling your hips against Frank's, your mouth hung open as you struggled to catch your breath.

"God- shit.."

Frank groaned, his grip on your hip tightening, with hesitance, you slowly began to rock your hips at a pace, rolling them as you slid down, making you feel fuller than the last time.

You both struggled to keep your voices down, Frank's free hand sliding up your chest, pulling your shirt over your pecs to cup and play with them, though struggling to keep the shirt up, you took the hint and bit the hem of your shirt, keeping it up as he fucked into you.

"God- Baby you feel so fucking good— ah.."

He groaned, his nails digging into your skin, sure to leave bruises in his wake, His cock twitching inside of you, you could tell he was close, because you were too.

"Fuck- Frank.. I'm gonna cum- please~ "

You whined, chest heaving as you teetered closer to your release, letting airy moans whisp past your teeth as you bit into your shirt, your body halting as you came to your end, Shockwaves running to each of your limbs and your body heat finally hit you.

It didn't take long for Frank to meet his release aswell, pulling out of you and cumming over his stomach, the both of you panting as you came off your highs.

"Holy shit... That felt amazing.."

Frank sighed, rubbing circles into your bruised hips, a grin still on his lips as you leaned in to kiss him once more.

"We gotta do that again sometime."

"Hell yeah."

A/N : this is slightly OOC but I really couldn't find any other way to write it, I hope this was acceptable and I hope y'all enjoyed!!

[luveternals]

paring: 1. john 'soap' mactavish x top male reader, implied soap x ghost (spoiler: if you ship them, sorry) rating: mature, MDNI cw: death, blood, depiction of killing, mention of war, major character death(i guess), morally grey reader, obsession, non explicit sexual content. tell me if I missed anything else. disclaimer: all mistakes are my own. I never played cod. I don't know bananas about the military. and i'm not doing research bc I literally don't have the time to fall into another rabbit hole... ⁓ ⁓ ⁓

Just watch from afar. You tell yourself. You will not get anything other than that. Because you know if you dare to get too close, there’s a chance it won’t end well.

You lean against the railing, sweat dump hair sticking to your forehead. He is on the other side of the training grounds, muscles working as he tackles his opponent to the ground.

The grin spreading across his plush lips. The look of surprise that replaces it when the other flips their position. The loud, beaming laugh that bubbles from deep inside his chest when they clap hands, and he gets pulled back onto his feet.

Gorgeous.

Someone calls your name, and when you snap out of whatever trance you’ve fallen, you find you’ve moved closer to the scene at some point.

You shake your head and redirect your body to the person demanding your attention. Your new captain waves his hand at you.

It hasn't been more that a few days since you've been reassigned, landed away like an object, and already they are sending you out with a squad you know nothing of aside from the little written info given to you before you moved to this new base.

You figure they don’t care for tests when the results are destined to be useless in the face of real life.

You only have time to glance over your shoulder, and he’s already leaving, walking further and further away from you. And you suppose there's never been any chance for him to ever notice you to begin with.

-

The building as eerily quiet, nothing like the deafening chaos that had broken the moment your squad had revealed itself to the enemy.

There is a body laying at your feet, eyes staring emptily at the ceiling while the hole between them drips gore into the dusty floor. The gun in your hand is cold despite the echoing ‘bang’ still ringing in your ears.

“All clear,” a voice whispers into your earpiece. “Meet you at exfil, everyone,” another adds.

The face of your victim is smooth, years away from any wrinkles. You pause for a second, taking in every detail.

The gun burns in your trembling grip despite the gloves, blood pooling at your feet. He hadn’t been wearing a helmet, terror now frozen in his empty gaze. His inexperience showed in his lack of scares and wrinkles, expression made macabre with the fresh hole shot between his eyes.

“Was that your first?” someone had asked when you made it to exfil and found your seat in your team’s assigned vehicle. You didn’t bother answering, they had their own regardless.

Your first kill. You tucked your gun away and ignored it for the rest of the ride.

You step out of the building, clothes sticky with wet filth and feet leaving dark stains into the ground. But the gun is steady in your hands, the next bullet ready to be fired. The mess left behind is nothing but an unfortunate aftermath.

“What a face,” someone from your team says the moment you find yourself at exfil, “seen the devil?”

“The last kid I killed,” you say with a hum, “iIt reminded me of the first time I shot someone.”

“Your first kill was just a kid?”

You don’t bother to give an answer.

-

It’s three years later that you meet him officially.

You’ve never dared to get anywhere close to him, and simply learned about him instead.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish.

Nothing about him changed. To say he seems to have walked out of your memories it’s an understatement.

What’s different now though is the people that are part of his team.

The TF141. Who hasn’t heard of them?

Respected for their efficiency, infamous for the stories that circulate about them.

You stand to attention when you notice them making their way towards you.

The captain is the first to shake your hand, but Soap is, of course, the one that has your attention zero on him.

“I’ve heard of yah,” he says, and you have to fight the urge to beam. Has he? “Efficient, strong-willed, with nerves of steel. Say, he’s gonna be the perfect babysitter, ay Lt?”

Soap turns to beam at the looming figure that steps to stand behind him and fire burns into your vein, angry and ugly.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. The person Soap seems to be the closest to.

“You’re gonna scare him off, Johnny,” Riley only gives him an unimpressed look before shifting his attention to stare at you. Friend of foe?

It's ridiculous how the two of them standing so close sends the urge to clench your hands into fist through your body.

They’ve been a team for years now, it’s only natural for them to grow close.

Logically, that would be it. But you find yourself hating the mere idea.

“It’ll be a pleasure to work with you,” you say, gentle smile grazing your lips. It doesn’t reach your eyes and whether Soap sees it or not, you know Ghost does.

You let it spread wider until it turns into a dangerous smirk.

-

Being pinned to the floor with a gun to the temple takes you by surprise, but it’s a natural reaction before your logic replaces it. You should have seen it coming, you’ve grown overconfident in your skills during the years, too cocky even.

The odds had never been in your favor. They knew somehow of your plan and now the 141 has been sent to scatter.

You’ve lost sight of the others, your comms stolen by the enemy.

There are bodies littering the floor, abandoned weapons taking up the little remaining space.

“I’m gonna love this,” the bastard pressing you into the floor hisses into your ear.

Bang.

When it comes to a fight, skill is not the only factor that comes into play.

you jerk to the side and pain blossom through the side of your head, still you throw your weight back and the man falls off you with a surprised shout.

You jump him, elbow falling against his throat, and steal the gun from his slacked grin.

The echoing bang sends stars into your vision and splatters his brain into the floor.

You stumble onto your feet, hand flying up to press against the side of your head. The ringing against your ear makes you squint and when you feel a new presence enter the room you spin around on instinct and fire your weapon, body slamming against the wall as someone throws their weight against you.

Click.

The magazine is empty.

“I suppose I should count ourselves lucky, you and I, hmm?”

Riley is holding your knife against your throat, your gun aiming at his chin.

He slips your knife back into its holster and steps away to look around the room. “You could have stabbed the shite out of him before he’d even had the chance to shoot you. Afraid of knives or someth'?” he asks, and you know he’s making fun of you despite his mask hiding his expressions.

You pull your hand away from your head and stare at it. Blood stains the glove and drips down your face, but the bullet had only grazes at the skin of your head. “Not the kind weapon I care for.”

-

“They are made to be used,” Captain Price says through the comms. “You don’t carry them just because,” he says, and despite the disinterest Riley is currently exerting, you know he purposely had a hand in this.

“When we get back we will brush over your combat skills.”

You feel like a child, adults staring you down after they found out you haven’t done your homework. Not a soldier making his way back thorugh an abandoned building to meet with the rest of his team.

“There is no need for that, sir,” you say with a sigh.

“Then why haven’t you used it?”

No one is immune to trauma. And in some degree we all know we’re suffering from it in some way or another. We either don’t want to acknowledge it or are simply too broken by it to realize we’re under it’s influence.

You fall silent. It’s not that you don’t know how to answer. Nor is it that you’re too broken by the sweet, soulless voice that whispers into your ear like a devil on your shoulder without its angel.

It’s the fact that they would not understand. Perhaps, their gazes would soften with sympathy, perhaps they would harden with disgust.

Still, they wouldn’t understand. To do so they would have to experience it for themselves. And you know there only little chance for it to end as it did you.

And so you let them find their own answers; they have them of their own, anyway. Assumptions are good enough for it.

Like always.

-

Perhaps, you’ve lost your touch. Perhaps, it’s the alcohol easing your guard to relax, attention stolen away by the pleasurable warmth spreading through your limbs.

He can sense your eyes on him tonight. And each time he turns to meet your gaze with a confident, amused smirk.

Right now, he leans against the bar, perfect body stretching against the counter as he moves to press his lips against your ear, “is staring all you gon’do?” he purrs, hot breath sending chills down your back and straight between your legs.

You’re frozen in delighted surprise. Your voice cracks when you find it again. “It depends.”

“Hmm,” he chuckles, finger tickling up your throat to press against you Adam's apple, “on what, pray tell?”

Initial shock gone, it’s your time to smirk. You take his hand in yours and press a kiss against his palm, then run your tongue between two of his fingers. “Am I your first choice tonight?”

He falters, body going rigid at the words. His attention flicks to the side, gaze staring somewhere just past your shoulder.

You can feel the intensity of his first choice burning a hole on the back of your head.

You shove the bitterness aside and pull you man closer by the hips.

“It's okay, darling. I’ll show you how you got nothing but to gain from this.”

The way out of the pub and into your room is a blur of heat and hunger. He lets out a loud groan, gripping your shoulders as you press him against the door, lips sucking possessive marks down his throat and chest.

He flips your position and slams you against the wall, hands pulling at your clothes and lips biting against your own.

You smile and push him away. “Impatient.” with a second push he falls onto the bed, legs spread open and chest heaving with anticipation, “is this what him breaking your heart makes you feel?”

He tenses for the second time this night, hesitation washing over the lust hazing his gaze. But you're already climbing onto the bed, pulling him closer by the knees and wrapping his legs around your waist.

“Don’t worry, darling. Once I’m done with you, you won't have any energy to do anything but think of me.”

-

The air is knocked out of your opponent, back hitting the mat below your feet with a dull thump.

Soap groans and huffs out a laugh as he claps his hand into yours, and you pull him to his feet.

“Cap, I think he doesn’t need the knife after all,” he says and slips his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer, so he can grin at you. His gaze is heavier than it has ever been, touch lingering longer and longer the more he finds reasons to touch you.

“I know how to use it, It’s just not my preferred weapon,” you say, “I find using it a little too… personal.”

-

Other knives are different from the real thing. They might be duller, sharper, newer, older. But they are not the same thing.

You hold it under the moonnight, letting it shine as it reflects under it. The handle has long lost its colors, the design dulled and smoothed over by time and use.

You circle your hand around it and for some reason it feels out of place now that it fits the shape properly, making the grip more comfortable, firmer, steadier. Your fingers feel like they don’t belong there, like they are too large now, too callous, too stained.

You let it spin around your fingers, and it moves with too much grace and elegance, too much confidence, you much will to kill.

Not like the first time you’ve welded it. When the moon shone through the window like a witness. When your fingers trembled as wet warmth spread over them. Your breath came out quicker, harsher, punching through your lungs with panic.

You were clueless back then, armed only with knowledge taken from science lessons at school. Guided by repressed rage, pushed over by fear.

Your real first kill.

The knife spins faster, only to sink into the wood of the window frame when you stab it into it.

-

Nothing is going to turn out tonight. This Is how they’ve put it when they’d sent you out on stakeout. Your presence here is a simple, mostly useless precaution.

You watch him from the table, posture leaned against the chair into a careful, lazy slump.

While you're open about your staring, he’s on the balcony, eyes scanning the streets below. Still you can feel his attention on you, muscles tense as neither of you outright acknowledges thick the tension weight over your heads.

The knife is a solid weight against in its holster, pressing flat against your thigh when you tense your leg. You reach below the table and play with the handle.

This night is not going to end like everyone expects it. You know.

He shifts his position and this time turns to meet your gaze head on, eyes scanning your expression and jaw clenching st what he finds.

Neither of you is waiting for the enemy, no. He knows.

-

141 finds you standing in the middle of the room. Gun warm in one hand. Knife stained red in the other.

Two bodies laying on the ruined carpet at your feet. Only one their foe; neither your friend.

-

They hold a funeral for him. Only his closest friends are permitted to assist. He had no family left.

They let you in when you show up with the rest of the team.

You suppose you shouden’t be surprised. They see you as the one who’d avenged their friend.

-

Soap clings to your clothes, desperate lips pressing against any part of your skin he can reach.

You try to enjoy the feeling, bask at his touch, but the salt you taste on his lips sends an old, familiar raging fire through your veins.

Despite being out of the picture he still stands in your way.

-

—

Name: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Status: KIA

His and his teammate's position had been compromised. Suspected cause of the mission failure is that someone set an ambush before their arrival on site. Attacker has been eliminated but whoever gave the information away is still to be found and caught.

—

You read through his file, brushing over the official story given to explain his death.

He should be grateful, wherever he is now in his afterlife. You’ve given him an honorable death, all things considered.

You do regret not getting your money back before getting rid of that mercenary.

Carefully, you slip the file back where it belongs, wiping away any trace that would tickle suspicion out of the most perceptive eye.

You’ve played this game for longer, than anyone could have ever guessed. The other player none other than yourself.

As you’ve known since the very beginning, you've let yourself step too close to the edge, and now it’s not your heart that’s gotten broken, by your mind.

Obsession.

You’ve fallen, and have no intention of climbing back up.

He is yours now, whether he knows it or not. He belongs to you, body, mind, and soul, whether he wants it or not.

~ ~ ~ thank you for reading! hope you liked it. tell me if there's anything I should fix, as I already said, I don't have the time to make this more accurate with research, but I'm more than open to suggestions and constructive criticism.

[masked-men-fantasy]

Choose you poison

If I were to write a smutty character x male!reader short fic, around 500 words or so, which would that character be?

NSFW Content. MDNI.

Scenario: A good rough sex after a long day of work. Maybe at home, barracks, or hideout. With some dirty talk, perhaps. And some, erm, ahem, breeding kink, cough, cough.

Disclaimer: No guarantee that I will write though. I am mentally unstable, not sure when my thought will push me down again. But I will try, as long as I am still sane.

[stuffireadandenjoy]

I don’t post any of my fics on tumblr anymore, they will all be posted on AO3 only. If you see them elsewhere then they are stolen. This is a list of fics that are works in progress/future ideas/completed. Tags for fics will be: #my fics, #(fic name), #pairing Red - on hiatus

Works In Progress

Works that I have posted some of and are currently working on or have put on hiatus until I can work on them.

Icarus Landing [ POTA | No Pairings | No Warnings | 3/25]

COD Drabbles and Brain Worms [ COD | Various Pairings | Various Warnings | 10/?]

Radio Silence [ COD | Price/Reader | Zombie AU | 1/10]

100 Word Challenge Fics [Various Fandoms | Various Pairings | Various Warnings | 7/?]

Wrong Number, Right Day [ COD | Gaz/Reader | Sugar Daddy Gaz, Manipulation, Fake Relationship | 1/11]

Call of the Jurassic [ COD/JP | Soap/Ghost (background) | Blood/Gore, Animal Death, Character Death, Swearing | 1/12]

A Marriage of Inconvenience [ COD | Price/Female Oc | Las Vegas Wedding AU | 1/17]

Dishes Best Served Cold [ COD | Ghost x Reader | Neighbor AU | 2/9]

25 Days of COD [ COD | Kate/Soap/Price/Ghost/Gaz/Reader | Christmas Series | 2/25]

The Housekeeper [ COD | Ghost/Reader | Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Blood and Injury, Murder, Descriptions of Gunshot Wounds, 2/47] (currently under a rewrite)

Just A Hare [ SW:CW | Self Insert Clone OC | Fix It Fic | 21/30]

Groundhog Day [ SW:CW | CT-6922/Dogma | Time Loop Fix It Fic | 1/27]

Just Sign Here [COD | Gaz/Female OC | Slow Burn | 6/?]

Broken but not Forgotten [COD | Ghost & that mean cat | hurt/comfort | 10/?]

Future Ideas

Ideas that I plan on writing in the future but haven’t posted anything for yet.

That One Coffee Shop AU [ COD | Ghost/Gaz | No Warnings | Coffee Shop AU]

A Hop, Skip, and Leap [ COD | Gaz/Female Oc | No Warnings | Shifter AU]

Whispers Amongst the Petals [ COD | 141/Reader | Implied Stalking, Kidnapping | Oneshot]

Red Alert on the Railcrawler [Star Wars | OC Death, Angst, | Murder Mystery | 0/9]

Better Behaved [COD | Ghoap x Female Reader | petplay, unnegotiated kink, kidnapping | 0/5]

Nature Versus Nurture [Jurassic World | OC x Oc | mentions of animal death, animal abuse, canon typical violence]

Where Giants Roam [COD | Brief mentions of Nik/Price | animal death, minor character death, canon typical violence]

Where Lavender Grows [COD | Laswell x Female OC, Price x Male OC, Price x Laswell tagging for just in case | Bridgerton AU | 0/23]

The One That Follows [COD | Ghoap | Cryptid AU | 0/14]

Price Worth Paying [COD | Mafia Boss Laswell/Reader | Mafia AU | 0/21]

The Day After [ COD | Gaz/Female Oc | Amnesia, Manipulation, Dark!Gaz, Smut, Mentions of Past Torture/Harassment, Flashbacks of Torture/Harassment, Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Past Psychological Torture, Isolation | 0/12]

Bound by Blood and Duty [COD | Mafia!Gaz/Mafia!Reader | Mafia AU]

Untouched [ COD | Ghost/Female Oc | Smut, Sort of Kidnapping, Coercion, Kind of Forced Marriage | Western AU | 0/19]

Jurassic Warfare [ COD | Call of the Jurassic AU | Canon Typical Violence, Gore and Blood, Canon Typical Language, Descriptions of Wounds and Gore, Animal Death | 0/7]

Silver Tongue, Golden Words [ COD | Dragon!Ghost/Sacrifice!Gaz | Warnings | Fantasy AU | 0/17]

The Tapes [ COD | Killer!Gaz/Reporter!Reader | Violence and Gore | 0/5]

The Kiss That Was [COD | Laswell/Handywoman!Reader | Smut | 0/♾️]

Upon Dark Wings [COD | Ghoap | NA | Swan Princess AU]

Actions Have Consequences - A new captain is assigned when Price goes AWOL, but gets put in a tough position when the 141 reunite with Price

Assets Become Liabilities - A team is sent to hunt down Price after he goes AWOL after shooting Shepherd

Stand By My Grave [COD | Ghoap | Major Character Death, Canon Typical Violence | Pet Semetary AU]

In Your Arms I Found Peace [COD | Ghost x Female OC |

When One Night Becomes A Lifetime [COD

Through the Eyes of a Songbird [COD

Mermaid!Reader Fic [COD @/deeptrashwitch request

Completed

Completed works or works that I do not intend to continue.

Worship [ COD | Gaz/Female Reader | Body Worship, Grinding | One Shot]

Silver Platter [ COD | Price/Female Reader | Harassment, Slight Intoxication | One Shot]

Slip of the Tongue [ COD | Gaz/Female Reader | Dry Humping | One Shot]

Need A Light? [ COD | Price/Reader | Drinking | One Shot]

Safe and Sound [ COD | Price/Reader | Panic Attacks | One Shot]

Echolocation [ COD | Ghost & Soap | One Shot]

His Thoughts [ COD | Ghost/Reader | Rape/Non Con Elements, Aftermath of Torture, Blood and Gore | [Oneshot]

Morning Glory [ COD | Laswell/Female Reader | Smut, Praise Kink, Hairpulling | One Shot]

In The Rain [ COD | Price/Female OC | One Shot]

Sleepover [ COD | Price/Reader | Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism mention, Grind and Grope, Mentions of Drug Use (prescription), Suicidal Thoughts | One Shot]

Eye to Eye [ COD | Soap/Female Reader | Stalking, Non-Consensual Bondage, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Rape/Non-Con | One Shot]

[mockerycrow]

𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺

I write for; male, gn, and fem readers! — This is an xreader only blog! (poly relationships are allowed!)

Please specify the gender, or I will automatically write it as gender neutral. This means say “gn!/male!/fem!”. Saying reader and then using “she/her” will (from now on) just get you gender neutral because that implies the word reader is synonymous with female reader. (It is not!)

I do write nsfw! — you can always ask what I’m willing to write. also, please keep in mind; i’m not the best at sub!reader but i will still write it. i’m good at dom!reader mostly!!

i will not write a man in reference of a “pillow princess”!! that is a sapphic term. thank you :-)

I will not write rape, pedophilia, pseudo-incest, incest, pee (excludes squirting), scat, vomit, barracks bunny, or yandere content. I will do some dark content, but these are some of my limits. This list may also extend.

I WILL ABSOLUTELY NOT WRITE BARRACKS BUNNY CONTENT. STOP ASKING.

DO NOT SEND ME UNIQUE PROMPTS YOU HAVE SENT TO OTHER WRITERS & VICE VERSA.

What I write for; (currently only writing cod).

original modern warfare trilogy + reboot

black ops one, two, and cold war

cod: ghosts, advanced + infinite warfare, cod: ww2

cod x other games/au crossovers (ex. cod x scp, cod x tlou, teleporting into the game, hanahaki disease, etc.)

characters i won’t write for; shepherd, makarov, graves, valeria. list may extend.

please note i am not required to answer your request. as a writer, i have the freedom to write what i want! it’s not personal at all. and please be patient!!

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if you request a “141 + [extra character]”, there’s a chance I will either do a couple of characters from that list, or even it’ll likely not be priority. please understand that doing several different reactions can be difficult, especially if these requests happen often!!

If this is not a given; no one has permission to publicly translate my posts and then post them as their own, and you are not allowed to run my work through AI. Do not modify my work.

-> last updated nov. 25th, 2023

[darlingor]

Can I request something?

Could you please do Russell Adler with a male reader and the prompt “ i don’t remember… i just remember you left me and i was lonely” for me?

Really liked your last fic btw, awesome work

Absolutely! Please don’t ever be scared to request something, I’ll always try to get to them as soon as possible and I love receiving them! Sorry this took so long! I’m back in school and things are just so stressful at the moment, but I finally got some free time so I thought I’d write a little something. And thank you so much, I really appreciate it. Anyways, I had some fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it!

Left behind.

Russell Adler x male reader

Six weeks, and Russell Adler still hadn’t noticed. So caught up in his hunt for Perseus that he never even noticed how Y/N had changed.

A part of him felt selfish. He knew Russell was working hard trying to protect, basically the whole world. Yet he also knew that he was his other half.

He should have noticed the decline fairly quickly, even though their only contact was over the phone.

On this chilly Saturday morning, Russell finally had a day off, even if he was a tad bitter about it. ‘There are no days off when you’re hunting a terrorist’ he’d say.

He was up far before the sun made it’s appearance on the horizon. He did regular, everyday tasks. Made coffee and breakfast, sat and read the newspaper, even tidied up a bit.

When 11:30 hit and he still weren’t up, Russell was a little concerned. Normally he’d wake up a little while after he did.

He stood up off the couch with a groan, and made his way up the stairs towards their shared bedroom.

He tried to be as quiet as possible as he tip toed up the wooden steps. When he finally got to the room, he peaked in to see his partner tangled up in the sheets, sound asleep.

He silently chucked to himself and made his way towards his sleeping form. He sat himself down at the foot of the bed and placed his hand on his covered leg.

“Y/N, I think it’s time you woke up honey.” He slightly nudged him, hoping the movement would stir him awake.

After a few minutes of nudging, Y/N finally groaned and rolled over as his eyes fluttered open trying to adjust to the almost afternoon sun.

“There he is. Mornin’ sleeping beauty. You must’ve been sleeping in this whole time I’ve been away huh?”

He thought it felt a little odd to open his eyes and see his partner sitting there after being separated for so long. It was refreshing.

“It’s almost noon, so you missed breakfast. What do you say we go get some lunch? My treat.” He thought about the offer, but honestly couldn’t get himself out of the bed, much less out to eat

“How about we just stay here? I don’t really feel like going out.” He said in a sleepy voice.

Russell was a little taken aback. Normally Y/N would never give up the opportunity at a good meal, this was weird. But it’s also the weekend, he thought. Maybe he just wanted to stay home and lounge around.

“Alright” he patted the sleepy mans leg “let’s head downstairs and we can make some sandwiches.” He stood up off the bed and grabbed his arms to yank him out.

He drug himself down the steps and into the kitchen to see Russell had already made both their sandwich’s. Peanut butter and jelly, just the way the younger man liked it.

He couldn’t even force himself to eat more than half of it. And Russell noticed this.

The rest of the day consisted of him laying around and declining Russell’s many offers to take him out.

He just couldn’t find the energy, even though he hated to see the disappointment on his face every time the words “maybe another time Russ” left his lips.

It was when he fell asleep on the couch did Russell get extremely worried. He slept so late, yet here he was napping. How could he be so tired the agent thought.

He waited anxiously for him to wake up so he could finally ask him some questions.

30 minutes went by before he saw him stretch his arms out above his head, and sit up against the couch.

Russell rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair before he stood up and made his way to sit opposite him.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you acting so differently.”

He was a little stunned. Russell was back for a day and finally noticed his change in behavior.

“Truth is Russ, I don’t really know. I just felt, empty, blah. I’ve had no motivation to do anything. I’ve barely showered, and the house was a mess before but I managed to clean up before you got back.” He confessed.

It felt good to finally get this off of his chest. When he looked to Russell, the man had a pained look on his face.

“When did this start?” He questioned.

“I don’t really remember. I just remember you left me and I felt so lonely.”

That sentence singlehandedly shattered the agents heart. He never realized just how much his absence affected him.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I’ve just been so distracted and I’m so desperate to find Perseus. I should’ve come home more. I should’ve known just through the calls.”

“No Russ, I don’t want to distract you from your mission. God, I should’ve never told you.”

Russell’s eyes snapped to his in an instant.

“Hey, don’t say that. Don’t ever hide your feelings from me. I’d rather miss a few days of work than to come home to an empty house. I can’t lose you Y/N.”

He could feel a tear fall down his cheek as he listened to the older mans words. He honestly never thought someone could love him as much as Russell did.

“We’re gonna fix this alright? Just me and you.”

[bumblingbee1]

Hey there, hope I'm not bothering you

Could you do Perseus with a male reader who's really sweet and kind?

😳

👉🏻👈🏻

Sure thing!

(You’re not bothering me at all, btw!) ☺️

Perseus is (closeted) panromantic demisexual. He could never imagine being romantically involved with another man until he met you.

When you got to know each other, he felt he grew a strong bond with you. He could barely remember the last time he felt this kind of connection.

Perseus is the type of person to be everyone’s rock. Meanwhile, you are his rock.

Whenever Perseus lacks confidence and feels inadequate, he can always count on your reassurance. He almost always wants to be held.

You’re absolutely precious to him. Anyone who would even think about taking advantage of your kindness ends up on Perseus’ shit list. Indefinitely.

You’re mostly the big spoon, as Perseus melts in your warm embrace.

Whenever you’re cold, he always gives you his jacket. ALWAYS.

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

“So, you like a man in uniform?”

Russell Adler x Male!Bell!Reader

This fic is NSFW.

Minors DNI.

Thank you.

Turns out Adler has a thing for men in uniforms.

Oh, and he’s a bottom.

Set post game, so Spoilers for COD: Cold War.

Mentions of past torture and brainwashing.

The safehouse was… too quiet. Hudson had cleared out yesterday, Mason and Woods in tow, Park following them shortly afterwards. Sims was nowhere to be found after the interrogation, leaving just you and…

“Bell. I’ll give you a lift back.”

You looked up from your work, Adler standing by the garage door.

It was the first time he’d spoken to you in three days.

“Oh, no thanks. I’m okay. I’ll stay here.” Your attention returned to the file, scanning down the list of names, trying to ignore him again.

“The hell you are-” He walked towards the work bench, catching himself a few steps short of standing behind you. “You haven’t slept since we got back from Solovetsky. You need rest, Bell. Come on.”

You sighed, the file closing with an unsatisfyingly soft snap.

He was right - again. You’d sustained yourself almost wholly on coffee since you’d gotten back, and it was catching up to you. A night’s sleep in an actual bed in a hotel with actual heating sounded a lot nicer than dragging yourself to one of the cots in the back room - if you could even make it that far. If he really left you alone, you’d pass out right there on your desk.

A decent night’s sleep would do you good. You hadn’t had one since before Cuba.

Adler drove, letting you relax in the passenger seat, half listening to the music you’d picked at random from the mix of cassette tapes in the glove compartment. The drive into Berlin was a long one, as Lazar had frequently bemoaned whenever he’d gone into the city for takeout. The distance had never really bothered you, as you rarely made the trip; and now… you would’ve sworn it was a longer drive, if you were able to confidently say you hadn’t dozed off a couple of times during it.

The second time you had to recollect your drifting thoughts, you realised you were already in the outskirts of the city, Adler gripping the steering wheel as he turned the car along the narrow streets. He glanced at you, seemingly aware you were watching him.

“Something up, Bell?”

“No. Just thinking.”

He hummed, looking away from you as he turned a corner.

You could only see him in the moments before you passed the streetlights, his hair glimmering in the light, reflecting off his sunglasses - how does he still wear those things at night? - his scar contrasting sharper against his skin with the shadows…

Goddamn, he was attractive.

You shook your head. You couldn’t, shouldn’t, he was your CO -

Fuck that.

He was the man who captured you, tortured you, erased your identity; destroying everything your previous life had stood for, leaving you with nowhere to go, no one to go to but him.

Everything was telling you that you should be angry. He said it himself- you probably hate him - but… it just wasn’t in you. You couldn’t get angry. You could only do… tired and washed out. If anything, you were…

Relieved. Everything made sense now. The dreams, the constantly changing medications, why everyone seemed to always be watching you out of the corner of their eyes. Besides, it appears what Adler and Park had done, whatever it was, was undoing itself.

Your memories were coming back to you, slowly, and in bits and pieces, but… you had enough to know that you were a different person now.

Right?

You were a better person now, one who wasn’t willing to kill countless people. The more you’d reflected on it over the past few days…

This was who you’d always been. Somewhere, buried, deep inside of you, because you couldn’t be that person in your… old life. You hadn’t changed fundamentally as a person. The different memories just meant that… it was expressed differently. And you weren’t going to give that up now.

Your memories were all they had changed about you. You were still the same person, under it all.

You’d found Adler attractive then, and still now.

Hell, all that thinking about things, and you still weren’t even sure if he liked men.

Let alone, you.

You looked back out of the windshield, gazing around at the buildings, resting on the name of the hotel you stopped next to, one that wasn’t yours.

“Adler?” You asked, after a few minutes without either of you moving.

He inhaled, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other resting on his knee, fingers twitching like he was missing a cigarette.

He’s nervous. Your head tilted to one side. What the hell was going on that could make Russell fucking Adler… nervous?

“You know Bell… back in Moscow… you looked good in that uniform.”

You could barely process what you’d just heard - What the fuck had you just heard!?

Adler shifted, looking away from you, taking a deep breath as he steeled himself for your response.

You shook your head slightly, brushing the deluging thoughts aside, reaching out to catch his chin in your fingers, turning his head towards you.

“You like a man in uniform?”

“You… what?” He was surprised, you’d caught him off guard. Clearly, he hadn’t thought you’d respond, let alone positively.

“Do you like a man in uniform?” You repeated, watching for his response as your thumb brushed over his chin.

“… yeah.” He admitted, letting his head sink into your grip. The soft light from outside diffusing across his glasses at just the right angle to allow you to see his eyes, fixed downwards as you spoke.

“You want to see me in american dress blues-”

Adler shivered, you felt it as it travelled through his body, racing up his spine into the hand cupping his chin. “Fuck Bell, don’t put the thought in my head.”

“Why not?” You asked, innocent enough as you pulled him closer.

“Because I don’t know if I can resist it.” He whispered.

“Who says you have to?”

His eyes lit up behind his glasses, finally meeting yours. “My room?”

“Course. Let’s go.”

You both exited the car, Adler glancing over his shoulder at you to make sure you were still following him, that this was really happening. You followed, thoughts racing again - fuck, what else was he hiding from you, how else was he going to surprise you this evening? You made him nervous, how long had he been wanting to say this, why not sooner-

He opened the door to the room, quickly crossing the carpeted floor to draw the blinds down over the window. He removed his sunglasses, carelessly tossing them aside, disappearing somewhere on the floor as he walked back to you, gripping your jacket collar, and he was kissing you. You could feel him as you gripped his hips, pulling his body up against yours. He was already hard, probably had been since you’d left the car.

Your hand cupped his chin again, taking control of the kiss, sliding down his neck, over his thin shirt, fingers tapping along his belt, before cupping him through the thick denim of his jeans.

“Fuck…” he groaned, his arms around the back of your neck, your arms holding him up as you turned him, pushing him back against the wall. He whined- he fucking whined - trying to hook one of his legs over your waist.

You caught it by his thigh, gently pressing his hips against the wall. His head fell back, the eyes that met yours wide; full of what could only be called lust.

“Needy, aren’t you?” You ran a thumb over his bottom lip, actually accepting that Russell goddamn Adler was here, in front of you, all but begging you to fuck him.

Not that you’d ever thought about it in much depth - of course you had - you’d assumed he would be a top, dominant, in control.

“Yes, I am, I get it. Just… fuck me, Bell, please.”

Maybe he was too like that in his everyday life; wants a break from it, for someone - for you - to fuck his brains out.

Hell, you weren’t complaining.

You indulged his touches, allowing his hands to roam across your body, pressing at your clothed skin; letting his curiosity exhaust itself before taking control of his hands, pinning them to the wall, making sure he understood you when you let them fall back to his sides. His jacket, shirt fell to the floor, your hands mirroring the path his had taken as you worked your touches down his body, the muscles under his bare skin tensing at your touch.

His breath stuttered as you leaned towards his neck, pushing into the space made as his head tilted back against the wall, a frustrated noise leaving his lips as yours hovered, a hair’s breadth away from his skin. You saw him swallow, your breath rushing over his skin once more before you graced it with your lips.

He inhaled, you could only imagine how his face looked- were his eyes closed, open; his mouth must have been, as you could hear the sharp intake of his breath; his jaw tensing, meaning he was gritting his teeth as your lips moved across his skin.

You pulled back from his neck, seeing his eyes open slowly, silently pleading. You would have happily kept him against the wall, teasing him to see how far he would go; how desperately he could beg, how high could his whines get; if you weren’t having to fight your own arousal, already heavy, trying to force its fucking need into the front of your mind.

You nodded over your shoulder. “On your knees, on the bed.”

You released Russell from the wall, standing back as he hurried to follow your orders, the remainder of his and your clothes strewn on the floor as you joined him on the bed. One hand rested on the back of his head, fingers tangling themselves in the soft curls of hair, pushing his face down into the sheets and holding him there. The other was stroking down his spine, brushing over the small of his back as he shivered, his hips pressing into your hand as you grazed the knuckle of your finger over his hole.

You had no form of lube, so spit would have to do, Adler moaning beneath you as you slid a finger into him. His back arched as your hand moved, his knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets, gasping as he clenched around your fingers when they found that special little bundle of nerves inside of him.

“Fuck, christ, please, please…” He groaned out your name, your real name, your motion stalling as the sound of his wracked voice - begging for you - reached your ears.

Your blood ran hot in your veins, you couldn’t wait any longer- fuck whether or not he was fully ready, your fingers came out, lining your cock up before you were sliding into him. He was tight, forcing you to be slow, your breaths slowly evening to match your thrusts as you wrestled your self control, feeling each of Adler’s moans roll up through your body, each thrust taking you further inside of him - and then, your hips were flush against him.

Your body folded down over the top of his, keeping yourself fully seated inside of him as your nose pressed into his hair, inhaling his smell - smoke, nicotine, some bullshit expensive cologne - your skin sliding over his as your head moved down so your lips could find his neck.

“You’re doing so well… Come on, keep still a moment longer.”

He whimpered beneath you, his hips stilling from his attempts to buck against you, your hand back, firm, on his hip, praise still falling from your lips as you grew accustomed to the fucking glorious feeling of having him tight and pulsing around your cock.

With your next inhale, you forced yourself back up, peeling yourself away from his back. One hand still rooted in his hair pulled his head up with you, forcing him to relinquish the sheets to lean on his elbows, head hanging low again as you released it, needing both hands free to grip his hips.

“You ready, Russ?”

“God, fuck yes-” He screamed your name as you started moving.

Your breaths became shallow, air expelling from your nose between the groans that slipped free from your mouth as you relaxed into the motions, moving harder, faster.

The way Adler was clenching around you, you wouldn’t last long; every beg to let him come made you twitch inside of him.

You released his hips, Adler bucking up into your thrusts, voice pleading as you pressed yourself against his back again, one hand supporting your weight over him, the other trailing around this hip bone, down across his naval, wrapping your hand around the base of his twitching cock.

“You wanna come, Russ?”

“Yes, fuck… you know I do, you-” He dropped out from under you, elbows giving out as his face hit the sheets again, leaving your arm bent an awkward angle to get under him, but you could not bring yourself to care at this point.

You were close, vision becoming fogged, but he was closer. His dick was twitching in your hand as you stroked him, pushed further towards his end with each motion of your hand, feeling the muscles in his thighs twitch as you brushed past them, nails softly tracing over the veins, and there he was, his scream muffled as he buried his face him the bedsheets, his cum dripping from your fingers.

You barely had time to enjoy him coming undone underneath you, your release torn out of you by how he clenched your cock inside of him, stealing the breath from your lungs, your head falling forward into his shoulders, eyes drifting closed.

You pulled your head up like you’d been drowning, letting your breaths even, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into Adler’s skin as you slowly pulled out of him, rolling onto your side. He lay to face you as your eyes swept over his body, taking the damage in.

There were bruises forming where your fingertips had dug into his skin; his hair was pointing in seven different directions - completely fucking ruined - his eyes meeting yours, the lust utterly fucked out of them.

He reached out, pulling himself closer to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You tucked your arms around his shoulders, thumb rubbing over his skin.

Fuck. This was going to change… everything.

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[thatboymikey]

characters and rules

who I write for:

Ofmd-

Edward teach

Stede bonnet

Lucius 

Jim

 Izzy hands   

Stranger things-

Billy hargrove 

Steve harrington 

Eddie munson

Ghost band-

Papa i

Papa ii

Papa iii

Papa iv

Any ghoul

Resident evil-

Karl heisenberg

Chris redfeild

Leon kennedy

Marvel-

Doc ock

Andrew! Spiderman

Tom! Spiderman

Tobey! Spiderman 

Loki

The umbrella academy-

Klaus

Diego

Ben  

AHS-

Tate langdon

Michael langdon

Kit walker 

Jimmy darling

Kai anderson

James patrick march

Tristan duffy

Xavier plympton

The witcher-

Geralt

Jaskier

Slashers-

Patrick bateman

David TLB

Paul TLB

Dwayne TLB

Marko TLB

Michael emerson 

Bubba sawyer 

Thomas hewitt 

Vincent sinclair

Bo sinclair

Brahams heelshire

Jason vorhees

Stu macher

 Billy Loomis

Otis driftwood

Cod-

-Russell Adler (Cod Cold War)

- Simon (Ghost) Riley

- John (soap) mactavish

Wwdits-

Nandor the relentless

Laszlo cravensworth

Rules:

I will not write any incest, rape, self harm or suicide mentions, I will write nsfw just beware im not great at it so keep that in mind. And please don’t request female readers this blog is meant for male or non binary readers

I will write X readers, mash ups, headcannons, and imagines, I will also write poly fics with multiple characters of the same universe if i’m comfortable with it

So yeah those are my rules I hope yall send requests and I will get them out as soon as I can :)

[yanderestarangel]

☆You Are Mine - Yandere Adler Russell - part 1.

A/N: There will be a second part in the future, when my creativity comes back it's a modern au but nothing that changes the character of Adler.

Tw: Yandere themes, afab reader, male pronouns used, vague description reader.

Yandere adler russell! that when he met you you were helping Mason with some papers for his college internship, to the man's face you were sitting in the big armchair in the living room absentmindedly writing on the clipboard some information about the "experienced fbi agent". you had no idea that he worked at the CIA.

Russell caught eyes on you, looking you up and down while you didn't even mind his entrance.

Mason came from the kitchen soon seeing his old friend, Adler justified his sudden entrance with: "-The door was open and I decided not to wait to be received at the entrance." Giving a slight smile while still greeting his friend, and finally his face lit up with his eyes focused on the lens of his glasses now.

You smiled and soon Mason introduced Russell to you, you were shy at first with the size of the man and his frowning face, but soon you shook his hand lightly and gave an excuse to leave your tutor's house saying that you would be back another time.

Russell saw you leave with some notebooks in your hand, accompanying a backpack on your shoulder, walking casually through the fence and the small white wooden gate already open, following your path.

Russell soon wondered who you were getting a quick explanation from Mason but that didn't satisfy him, he needed more.

So the involuntary encounters took place, all at Mason's house, sometimes you stood in a quiet corner hoping not to disturb both men but Adler always stared at you, he wanted to understand why he was so obsessed with you, if it was your angelic face, if it was your skin that looked so fragrant and soft, if her hands were so delicate. Probably yes.

All the sickest thoughts ran through Russell's head as he stared at you and Mason found himself in the kitchen, getting himself some drink.

Adler then collected all the data about you, where you lived, who you were, your hobbies even your friends and what you had for breakfast, it all started too fast for him.

Adler looked at you as if he were going to let the dirty thoughts that crowded his head get the better of him every time he saw you.

Soon thoughts of him are disturbed by Mason who brought the drinks and finally something seemed to catch Adler's attention, but he couldn't stop looking at you.

You were so oblivious and lost in your thoughts...

He would love to lock you up in a cute, luxurious cage just for you.

Every day, without even saying a word to the man he found himself deluded in a world of dreams and daydreams, he thought you were too shy to speak and throw yourself at his feet, he was mighty the monster of America he could give you and take the world, why did you seem not to care about it?

He's practically begging you to pay attention to him.

Note Adler Russell.

Note your fucking future owner.

Adler now only shows up on days you're at Mason's house, and the way you don't seem to even notice him, you're such a beautiful thing, you shouldn't be so oblivious next to a world of men so wild, they can take advantage. from you.

It was the thought that haunted Adler the most as the man drank his whiskey and put it back on the kitchen counter, looking at the computer one of your pictures taken of you distracted on campus and quickly the man switched to the cameras in his apartment, seeing his beautiful body lying on the covers, you are an angel... Russell's angel.

But Adler's patience ran out and it was his fault, even if you didn't even know it.

The height of Adler's madness was on a Saturday, the man was going to Mason's house early again, it was your last day doing the internship at the man's house and he wasn't going to stop getting closer to you, he in his delirious head, thinks that your smiles of pure sympathy or your "good morning" to him, were like a code for him to take you as his.

Adler was as tidy as ever, a small bag in his hand with the gift you've wanted for ages (Adler listened to all your conversations and notepads and selected the one you wanted most at that moment) he was feeling like a young man in love again. in his house of 46 years old and extremely distorted exciting.

Russell knocked on Mason's door vigorously, soon becoming aware of the sound of water and joyful screams.

The man took a spare key heading towards where the sound was coming from, the back pool.

Seeing you in a bikini, showing off your beautiful skin you were practically naked in Adler's eyes, he didn't even know how to react, you weren't alone, with a boy practically his age with you smiling and very close to each other.

Russell approached, his face serious, asking you where Mason was.

- Mr Russell, he left, as it's my last day here he let me use the pool, he comes back at 12 and-" You spoke sweetly leaving the pool running towards Russell, he swore he wanted to grab you right there over his shoulder and take you from there to the most secluded place he could, don't you get it Y/N? This guy is practically devouring you with his eyes.

Adler thanked himself for wearing a jacket that covered the bulge in his pants and resolved to nod curtly and go back inside.

He wanted to kill the guy who was with you.

It didn't matter if it was a friend or acquaintance or love interest.

Adler wanted to blow the bastard's brains out on the wall.

But he controlled himself as he watched the bulge go down while trying to breathe and calm down.

You had never spoken to him so much either.

Adler was practically jumping up and down with joy, his voice was so sweet he wanted to kneel down and fuck you ass for being so perfect.

A few minutes passed and by some miracle the boy who was accompanying you in the shower left without passing Russell, maybe the dog privilege came in handy this time.

You walked back into the house, wet skin and a button-up shirt covering your ass but there was still a lot of you.

Were you doing it on purpose?

You walked past the older man covering yourself up a bit and trying to look friendly.

He really wanted to understand, didn't you see? He was crazy about you.

You sat across from the man fiddling with his cell phone and sheepishly offering to call your tutor Mason, Adler declined looking at his perfect shy face as he spoke to him, did you notice the bag in front of the man, saying he knew the store and that he should costing a lot for being a designer ( even not knowing what was inside, desperation made you try to arrange something with the man. )

Russell smiled and said it was for you, he lied sweetly saying it was just a souvenir for his internship effort.

You found it strange but happily accepted it, opening up and seeing his present material fixation, you really were in disbelief wondering how he knew.

Your joy was such that even without being intimate with the older man, you quickly got up from your position and hugged him.

Russell couldn't believe it, he hated touch, but his...

He felt like a young man in love again.

He fought the intrusive thoughts and soon hugged you, it didn't last long as Mason had arrived.

Russell left shortly after making up an excuse, saying he would talk to your friend later. Russell felt invigorated and he had a huge problem now, the wetness in his underwear and the feeling of getting rid of anyone who came near you.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Bell

[A/n:I hope that's Alder in the gif...I'm not sure]

Summary:Your name isn't bell, anymore

Type:Scenario: Adler & M!Reader

Version:Cold war

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Unbuckleing the leather straps holding you down, Adler moved to the side for you to get up. You hesitantly stood up and met his eye. He seemed more nervous then you, which was strange. But he nodded at you before sticking his hand out. Staring at his hand you gave him a questionable look before taking it.

"Look Bell, we're in this together. Your still one of us."

You shook his hand hard before pulling it away and chuckling. Adler looked confused as you grabbed his shoulder.

"Bell is in the past now Adler,"

He looked shocked as you let go of his shoulder and made way to the door.

"Call me Y/n, Adler."

Adler was alittle shocked but smiled and nodded his head. He was glad you're getting past what just happened.

"Alright, Y/n let's go. The others are waiting"

You kept walking as Adler speed up to you, you were younger than him do his old man legs weren't as fast which made you laugh alittle.

~

[A/n:I don't even know if people still play cold war, or read it. I hope you enjoyed]

[yanderestarangel]

Yandere Adler Russell ☆

Tw: Yandere themes.

Yandere Adler Russell! Who will spoil you with gifts and sweet words like "My good boy.","You are so good to me...","I want you here so bad baby please I need you." Yandere Adler Russell! Who will protect you from the whole world by placing you as a beautiful and rare sculpture in his farmhouse away from everyone and everyone, no one will even know about you, he can't take that risk of trying to take your sweet treasure.

Yandere Adler Russell ! Who just wants you to behave and know your place, you just have to not try to run away, Adler won't ever, ever hit you. On the contrary he lets you hit him if your frustrated or angry he understands but will never lift a finger at you but nothing stops him from doing worse darling things.

Yandere Adler Russell ! Who buys everything you want, you just have to ask lovingly and make the pout that only you know, if you do, it's yours.

Yandere Adler Russell ! Who loves when you call him "Daddy", "My Lord", "Owner", "My darling." He'll never make you call him that, but if you do, he'll practically melt in your hands right then and there.

Bonus: If you call him that in sex he'll come right away.

Yandere Adler Russell ! Who fucks you all over the house, making you ride him with all the power in your hips, (Like I said, he won't force you into anything, but this man is so charming and seductive, you'll bend to him.) He loves to see you on top of him, fuck in the sunset it's practically routine for you two, he doesn't have as much breath because of the cigarette but it sure lasts practically 2 rounds in a row. He also loves to fuck you from behind, shoving it in your hole while holding your waist tightly burying you even more, definitely

Yandere Adler Russell ! He'll mark you completely, hickeys, spankings and bruises will be routine on your skin, he'll take good care of you afterward, telling you how much he loves you and showering you with compliments as he takes your shivering body to the bathroom.

Yandere Adler Russell ! That he will never let you escape, he knows that deep down you still want your freedom but you can't let the only spark in your life go away just like that. He will gently talk to you and ask you not to do anything stupid or rash and that everything he did and does is to keep you safe with him by your side.

Yandere Adler Russell ! That if you really want to try to run away, in a lot of pain it will chase you all over the forest at night, finding you in a matter of seconds and taking you by the wrist, trying not to squeeze so hard, it will also be the only time you will scream at you. He'll apologize when you get home, bandage your wrist and kiss away your tears, saying it was impossible for you to leave his side.

Yandere Adler Russell ! That if you really manage to escape (luckily) you'll go into despair and call all your contacts, did you really forget? He's America's fucking monster, you won't find shelter or employment, your face will be in multiple intelligences and you won't be able to escape, if you're still lucky, and find some friend to give you shelter you're plotting a death horrendous for him, Adler will do nothing to you but torture his friend to death in the worst possible ways.

Yandere Adler Russell ! Who surrounded his friend's house with several armed men and cars everywhere, he would talk on the intercom for you to leave if you didn't want your friend to die or for him to hand you over and take your freedom, he didn't call Russell crazy, soon you saw someone come in and lock you up, taking your friend dragged away still alive. You would wake up being carried by Russell, blood all over him, with a cigarette in his lips soon waking you up, he would happily explain that your friend endured 13 hours of torture alive and that it was your fault for being so naughty. You couldn't do anything, if you tried again more people would suffer, deciding to just accept their fate at Russell Adler's side, until the end of their days.

[yanderestarangel]

☆Yandere Adler russell x reader☆ Concept - friends with benefits<3

Tw: Yandere themes, adult content, abusive relationship, profanity, mention of sex and dark relationship, age gap.

Adler didn't like the idea at first, let's face it, Russell is a man considered "straight" by standards. Meaning he still likes to keep labels, he really wants to know what the two of you are about not just some vague or some modern aspect.

But he accepts it for you, he's both in love and lost in his sick, messed up thoughts.

(Besides the midlife crisis lol)

The two of you start hanging out more than you used to, Adler always shows you off to everyone with pride, but you notice little red flags in this, like, Russell being extremely jealous to see you talking very nice to someone else or him lying about what you two are.

"- Are you dating now?" Asks Park, smiling amusedly, drinking a shot of vodka while the background music from the bar continued at the same pace. "- Yes"- Russell replies grabbing you and smiling looking at your face, soon seeing you walk away from him smiling at the woman and saying a "-No." After vaguely explaining the two of you's relationship, you could have sworn you saw Adler's facade darkly shift as he slammed the glass a little too hard on the table in front of him. Episodes like this weren't all that rare, Adler started off mildly, saying that he accepted just being "friends with benefits."

You at first thought it was just good sex and pampering or expensive dinners and the man's company being pleasant, but that all started to change when Adler became more possessive.

You tried to ignore it, he was a gentleman, he offered you his warm leather jacket when it was cold.

He always paid the restaurant bill even if you said he didn't have to.

He would give you gifts that you had vaguely mentioned or that he himself saw you looking at.

He took you to the best parties he could, even though he didn't like most of them, he loved seeing you happy watching that show you wanted so much.

Or when he offered to take you on a not so dangerous mission in a country you always wanted to visit.

You knew the shit Adler did, but it was none of your business.

Many times when it was a very dangerous mission he always warned you in two ways:

1- left a message on your cell phone, something like: "Hey my beautiful thing, I need to do something today, I'm going to another country, I don't know when I'll be back but I promise to try to bring you a present, take care and stay well please ." or a phone call well before you go.

2- He would go an hour before going to your house, most of the time it was at dawn, and he would honk at your door or he himself would enter your house waking you up and saying sweetly that he needed to go, but he would come back for you.

He made you the happiest person in the world. But it didn't take away some fights you had.

Most happened because of jealousy and possession, Russell would ask passively but aggressively, who was the guy you talked so much on the phone, you said smiling a little too brightly that it was a colleague, someone younger than him but older than you.

He would look over your conversations without you even knowing and any flirting he would explode. He won't scream or hit you, Russell prefers to get your psychological.

He will ignore you and make you feel guilty or lampoon you for talking to someone else so intimately.

If you just say you're sorry and stop talking to the guy he'll hug you sweetly telling you that's all you need.

If you affront him and tell him the two of you just fuck and hook up sometimes he'll really explode, it'll be the first and only time you'll ever see Russell mad.

He will point a finger in your face telling you how much he loved you and how anyone wouldn't treat him the way he does and would just fuck you up and throw you away.

That would create a fight between you and Mason or Woods would have to be between the two of you, mostly holding Adler and trying to calm his friend down.

They'd send you away saying you were up to no good and you'd leave Adler high for hours.

Adler would go after his "colleague" but he wouldn't kill him, no no Y/N, he would threaten him and tell him to exclude you from every network of contacts possible and that if he even smelled him he would be a dead man.

Well, he really pulled away from you. After a while you and Adler would start talking again, he would apologize to you for being so selfish and would try to manipulate you into being with him again... What would work.

He would also manipulate your emotions, leading you to believe he was the best you could ever have, a powerful man and all your own.

Yandere Russell gets worse after you make a relationship with him official, taking away everything.

Freedom and autonomy. You would live with him in a nice house and be what you were born to be... Privately owned by Adler Russell, America's monster<3