#cod mw2 x you

[prismuffin]

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy

w/ Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy

warnings?: swearing, mentions of drinking

*gn reader ( can be read as any gender ! )

!-!more under the cut!-!

John Price:

—You calling him pretty boy would definitely catch him off guard.

—Honestly he thinks it's a dare

—Depending on how well he knows you he might let it slide, unless you're in public or around other members of 141, then he'll reprimand you for it.

—Secretly enjoys it but tries not to show any reaction

"Drinking all by yourself pretty boy?"

John's head snapped in your direction, seeing you leaning against the counter. He was currently at the bar having a drink though your presence completely caught him off guard. He eyed you up and down before taking another sip of his drink, already sensing the headache inducing conversation ahead. "Pretty boy?" He questioned, his body jolting in a silent laugh, though it was more out of disbelief than anything. "Never call me that again Sergeant." "Yes sir."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

—Did he hear you right?

—Is honestly super flustered but is very happy with the new nickname, he's still very confused at the suddenness of it though.

—He's super smiley all day afterwards like it's all he can think about. Price had to ask him what was had happened to make him so happy.

Gaz was going through a routine pre-workout stretch in the training room. He had more of a lean build compared to some of his mates and though that doesn't make him any less capable it still made him feel as though he has to keep up sometimes. "Nice arms you got there pretty boy!" He turned his head in your direction, his eyebrows raised as he watched you wink at him before disappearing into the hallway. He beamed, feeling a bit more energized than before. He completed his workout with a confidence boost, nobody could tear Gaz down that day. He knew he was getting questioning looks from Price about his smiley attitude but he didn't care.

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

—He's so confused? Like did you really just say that to him of all people?? The guy wearing the mask all the time???

—Like Price, he thinks it's a dare or a joke you got forced into by Soap or something

—Doesn't know how to take random genuine compliments that have no context so please bare with him

—Might just fully ignore you honestly, especially if its early mornings

Ghost sighed as he walked into the common room. Soap and Gaz were talking about something in the corner of the room while Price seemed to be sat reviewing some files, you standing over his shoulder. You noticed him first, your eyes catching his as he stood in the doorway. You nodded your head at him, "Morning pretty boy." He blinked at you, seeing if you were serious. It wasn't something he had expected to leave your mouth and he didn't know how to react, he was thankful for his mask at times like these. Noticing your greeting, Price had turned and nodded to him as well before the both of you went back to looking at the files. He mumbled a "Fuckin' 'ell" as he walked deeper into the room. He just hoped that nickname wouldn't stick.

John "Soap" MacTavish:

—He easily accepts the new nickname with a smirk

—Two can play that game 'cause he'll definitely flirt back a little to be honest

—You're just adding fuel to his ego ya know

—Like Gaz he's just a big ole happy boy after you call him pretty boy

Soap was with Ghost in the locker room on base. He was chatting with Ghost, though it was more like he was talking while Ghost was listening, only giving input when he felt necessary. You'd walked in when Soap had just taken off his tactical vest, leaving him in nothing but a tight black shirt. A whistle cut through the air, catching the attention of both men. "Looking good pretty boy." Soap's expression morphed from confusion to that of an amused one. A smirk rested on his lips as he crossed his arms. "Not lookin' too bad yourself there la' " He winked before hearing Ghost groan about how you two were being gross.

Alejandro Vargas:

—It catches him off guard much like Price but he quickly gets over his shock

—Like Soap he's more than likely to flirt back with you

—Finds it funny, especially if it comes from nowhere

—Will tease you to hide his own flustered state

You were currently occupying yourself by cleaning off one of your favorite submachine guns. It was then that Alejandro had walked in with Rodolfo. They were both coated in sweat after a morning run which Rudy had immediately left to wash off. You would have joined them both had you not been minorly injured on one of the recent expeditions. You weren't complaining though, you got to rest all day and take in sights like this. A smirk found its way onto your face as your eyes scanned over Alejandro's form. "Welcome back pretty boy." Alejandro shook his head, a smile resting on his face. "Ten cuidado amigo/a, falling for me can be dangerous." (Be careful, friend)

Rodolfo Parra:

—He's flattered to say the least, he definitely wasn't expecting it but he's not mad at all

—Like Gaz and Soap he's very smiley afterwards

—You made his day with such a simple compliment and he secretly hopes the nickname will stick cause it makes his heart flutter.

Rodolfo was currently training some new recruits for Los Vaqueros, yelling semi-threatening words of encouragement as he watched them run the track. The yelling along with the heat had made him a bit lightheaded though he fought against the feeling. He jolted when a hand clapped his back, turning to see your face greeting him with a smile. "You doing alright pretty boy?" If you asked Rudy later he'd definitely blame the blush rising in his cheeks on the heat. "S-Sí, I'm ok." You tilted your head, unhooking your hip flask from your belt. You held it out to him "Cuídate Rudy." (Take care of yourself) He nodded, grabbing the flask from your hand and taking a big sip before handing it back to you. "Gracias." "De nada."

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[ghostfacebunny]

ok but,,, imagine task force 141 using their favorite free use rookie soldier as stress relief after a mission

m!reader, NSFW, minors DNI

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Wondering what you could have possibly done for the Captain to be requesting you directly, you took a deep breath before knocking at the door to Price's office.

As you are invited in, your worry only increases. Standing before you is the entirety of task force 141. However, their usually stoic gazes were replaced by something different. Urgency? Frustration? No, that wasn't right. The way they looked you up and down mimicked that of a pack of wolves ready to devour their prey. Hunger. Then it clicked.

This was by no means a tactical call.

Just as the lightbulb goes off in your pretty little head you're being bent over the Captain's desk with your pants and boxers pulled down to your ankles. The smell of sweat, blood and dirt are still fresh on the four eager mens' uniforms, clouding your senses as they gather around you.

“Take the captain's cock like a good boy, yeah?” Gaz instructs holding you still so that Price could thrust into you with ease. You open your mouth to whine but Johnny quickly silences you, making you gag and your eyes water as his cock hits the back of your throat.

“Fuckin' hell, he’s making a mess already” Simon teases holding up his hand so that the boys can see his pre-cum stained glove.

The guys would take turns cumming inside you and tugging on your painfully overstimulated cock until they had fucked every last pent up emotion into you.

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a/n: aaaaa this is my first time posting my writing so I rewrote this like 75 times. I am so sick of looking at this so here it is ndjkndk

[mariariley]

omg thank you bb!

so i was thinking, what if the reader (aka us) brings simon to a family cook out? let’s say your mom has been dying to meet him anyways—& not only that, you notice that spaced out look on his whenever the team starts talking about their family members when it’s time to go back home.

and you’re kinda nervous because your family can be a chaotic mess, esp at cookouts. and while you both are there at the cookout, you can’t help but to notice how he barely leaves your side, almost stuck to you like some sort of adhesive!

likeeeeee! imagine your younger cousins running up to him, asking if he could help them fix their nerf guns because they keep jamming the bullets.

or how your aunties keep giving him flirty looks…and your grandma may or may not have made a comment about letting ‘him put a baby in you.’ and on the drive back to your place, you start apologizing for how embarrassing and chaotic they were and he can’t help but to smile to himself because he enjoyed every part of it <33

I told the person they can fill my inbox with as many ideas as they want :)

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MY FAMILY IS LIKE THIS ISTG 😭

Aunties would admire his muscles and height, his tattoos as well and “oh my gaaaawd he’s in the militaryyy” aka special forces but they see no difference.

Grandmas too but in the “You’d be a great lookin’ father” way. They would squeeze his muscles nonchalantly I swear. They would definitely start the “bearing children” subject a little too many times.

At some point Simon would have to tell them he doesn’t want kids mostly considering his job to which they’d wave their hands and laugh.

Uncles and grandpas would admire him as a patriot and ask him bunch of military and weapon related questions considering most of them served the army as well. Tbh he would enjoy talking to them about it.

Cousins (and younger siblings if you have any) would sit down and listen to him talk about his missions. He would add some unrealistic stuff that didn’t really happen just so he would make it more entertaining for them. He would show them a scar and tell them how he fought a lion or something lmao. They’d be like:

“WOOOOAH! You fought a tiger AND a lion at the same time!?”

“With bare hands.”

“WITH BARE HANDS!? WOOOOOAH!”

I love the nerf gun part you mentioned. He would definitely end up playing with them for some time. He would teach them how to hold the guns and aim properly lmao. The game would end with him being “shot and defeated” by the kids. Simon laying on the floor pretending he’s dead while the kids are dying from laughter at his goofy death sounds mimicking.

Simon would eat like never before, he would praise your mom’s cooking.

When you’d apologize on your way back home he’d definitely tell you he enjoyed it and that he would come again.

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[here-to-read-and-write]

Team 141 seeing female reader take off her shirt to train with her friend and seeing she has scars all over her body because she was tortured (burned, knife cuts, bullet wounds, whipped, ect) and reader having a visible pack (I don't care how many packs)

And the boys feeling sympathy for her but also blushing at her body ☻️🤭

You can decline if ya want I don't mind

Should I make Konïg, Las Vargas maybe even add Graves and Valeria versions?

TF 1-4-1: Ghost, Soap, John, Gaz.

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warning: Torture, no details given. Horny men...little innocent reader, English isn't my first language, my writing!

It was a hot day, and luckily the team didn't have any mission. So they were chilling in the training ground.

It was intimating to see a group of tall and build men sitting and staring at the horizon. Weird too, isn't it? but not when you follow the line where their eyes were so focused on.

In the distance, you stood. Back straight up, as your friends chat with each other. You, on the other hand, were standing waiting for something.

From under the shade, they could see all your expressions, or rather the lack of them. At least, they could admire the stars in your eyes, your pouting plump lips.

It wasn't strange for the TF 1-4-1 to admire you from afar. It became a habit they picked. If you give them a chance they will worship the ground you walked on, not like they aren't already.

They just don't want to hide it anymore, but for now, it will do until you notice their efforts, then maybe things will be different, it all depends on you.

"First, it will be (Y/N) against (your friend's name)" Queu to a groan and a few complaints, while you emotionlessly walked pulling off your mask, and your t-shirt. Leaving yourself bare with only a sports bra as a cover.

It caught the 1-4-1 off guard, especially Ghost, who noticed the ghost's hands, each one holding a breast.

Here comes the train of unholy thoughts.

It sends waves of arousal to warm their stomach and crawl up their spine, as they drank in your form. Each curve, each scares, every inch of you was been craved in their minds.

The men turn away shifting from one foot to another uncomfortably trying to ease the blood rushing down there if you know what I mean.

Some were rubbing their eyes and faces as if it was trying to get rid of the image of you standing there... In only a bra and military pants, but we both know that they were craving it in their mind for later. All for everyone to see, causing a fit of jealousy to bloom in their chest.

Damn you and your body. They thought. Fighting the strong urge to relieve themselves, which could be only done in the bedroom away from prying eyes.

Here comes another unholy thought.

Didn't you know the effect you had on them? Or maybe you know, either way, you really need to stop teasing, or punishment may be the only way for you to understand what you made feel.

They all groaned, for god's sake, they were grown-ass men, not some high school girls stalking their crush.

Fuck!

Why their pants are getting tight?

It was weird for you to show some skins, not like you didn't look great. You looked more than great, but after one horrifying mission, you stopped showing even your hands.

Ghost was present with you that day. He had to watch unable to do anything, as they torture you over and over again for days, and the scars on your body were proof of what you had been through. You screamed still hunting his mind, verytime he closed or opened his eyes.

He blamed himself every second of the day, because if he had listened to you and didn't leave you alone, you may have been able to fight the enemy together, and neither you nor him, would have been captured.

You ran a hand through your hair, before putting in a high ponytail. Getting in your position and the boys remarked how your eyes were closed. You didn't even open them when your friend was attacking you left and right. You avoided all attacks, without breaking a sweat. As if you sense his movement, your movements were smooth too. Much different form military training.

Price, unlike the others, was more interested in your abilities Why are you lying? he had read your files. All he could say that is he was impressed. He tried getting you on his team, unfortunately, you had taken two years off the military to heal from your last mission.

He had heard from Lasweel, that you looked like a mummy when the doctors were done. They say it was a miracle that you survived, sadly, the scars will be forever graved on your body, just the memories in your mind.

Now you were back, with a few rumours lit up like fire in the woods about you. They were all absurd of course, yet some seem to believe them, resulting in them avoiding you like the plague, but you didn't seem to mind. Actually, he had noticed how agitated you become when you share the same space as someone else.

You are always tensed and on guard, whenever someone was talking to you, the only person who you seemed to ease around was Soap, who the moment notice your packs accidentally when you were training together, was stuck like the glue to your side.

You never pushed him, you responded to every question he asked, like patient parents with their children, and somehow you were able to understand his weird choice of words, and even then you spoke few words, only listening and humming along the way.

That gave Gaz some courage, to try and talk to, and boy did he feel bad!

Gaz was one of the people who believed the absurd rumours. He found them to be real. You never tried to prove him wrong, until, he sat by your side, as you prepare something to eat.

Soap had practically dragged him, to meet his crush you. For a movie night. You didn't speak much, you just listen attentively to each word that comes out of Soap's mouth, and he could a crossed smile, even it was small each time Soap throw a joke, no matter how bad it was.

He watched you all night eyes only focusing on you. In his mind, he was watching waiting for one wrong move, while his heart was memorizing each part of, each move and the reason behind it. Maybe that's how he knew you well.

You didn't do anything that night that proves that you were the person in the rumours. You weren't arrogant, and even with the little emotion you had shown, he was able to conclude that you were a good person, just broken.

That's how you become close with Gaz, not like how you were with Soap but enough for you to salute him or pat his shoulder or head. Which always flustered him.

A few minutes into the fight with your friend and you already tackled them. You, on top of them, hand behind their back comfortable setting on their back.

They start wiggling under you, and for a moment 1-4-1 halted in their movement eyes intensely watching your breast bounce.

"Fuck" they cursed under their breath. They knew it will be better to leave, yet their body refused to obey their brain and move.

You turn to get your shirt and gear and leave when you saw 1-4-1 standing under the shade. You politely waved but none of them seems to notice you, from where you stood, you could see the tips of their ears red, some were hiding their faces between their arm supporting their weight with the metal bars in front of them.

You, being the innocent female lead, you titled your head, worried that the sun may be the cause of their redness.

You took the bottles before walking to them after it you offered them to them. They all took it gratefully before shrugging in down.

You escorted them back inside, as you watched them walking. You took notice of the awkwardness in the air, with a hint of ginger and peppermint. You knew what it was.

They were scent caused by sex pheromones, so why do they smell like that?

Oh, if only you knew!

[homicidal-slvt]

"Clean Laundry"

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MDNI

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John Price x GN!Reader

Civilian|Y/N

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Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive Joke, Husband!Price

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You hauled the basket full of laundry inside off the clothes line, plopping it down onto the floor with a little huff.

You shot a little glare at how many things there were that needed to be folded, yes- it was clothes so they couldn't respond to your anger but you still chose to make a face at them regardless.

A low chuckle echoed from behind you calling your attention to John, he came in from working outside and saw the face you were making.

"Need a hand, love?"

You weren't about to turn down an extra hand, stepping to the side letting him come up by you.

"There's just no end to the loop of laundry! I swear!"

You were being a bit dramatic but in a light hearted way, John simply took this as a chance to lovingly tease you.

"S'that so? Y'know you could always just walk around the house with no clothes on to cut down on the laundry- I certainly wouldn't mind."

"John!"

You whipped your head around to look at your cheeky husband, noting the way his lips twitched into that familiar little smile, eyes crinkling at the edges.

"Sorry, love."

He was not sorry at all and you couldn't help but chuckle as well, he always considered it a victory to make you smile and laugh.

"Let's just get these folded."

Side by side you both folded the laundry together, it was beautifully domestic. The sound of birds chirping from outside and leaves rustling in the summer breeze, John really couldn't ask for more in life.

When he was with you he didn't have to be the stern Captain, he could just be your adoring husband. He couldn't think of any better way to spend his time than standing right here with you- folding laundry.

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{Sorry it's a bit short. Hope you like it anyway! @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world }

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[helios-writings]

Heaven

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Reader

wc: 1.1k

Warnings: MW3 SPOILERS!! mentions of violent injuries, hospitals, fix it fic.

You get a call from Captain Price that turns your world upside down.

You get the call from Price during what you would’ve called a perfect day. It was bright, the weather wasn’t too cold, and you got to spend it wrapped in blankets, wishing Johnny was there with you.

Until the world fell apart around you with one phone call.

“Johnny’s been shot.” Price tells you, he sounds tired. Exhausted, even.

Your heart hits your feet and the gasp you let out isn’t anything short of violent. “Is he-“ you choke on the word.

“He’s alive, but he was in a bad way when he got here.”

The relief hits you like a truck, and you collapse against the wall. “Thank god.” You know you’re crying, but you can’t help it. You’ve received the worst and best news in your life at the same time.

“He’s at a hospital in London. Gaz will meet you at the airport, take you there. When Soap wakes up, he’d like to see you first.”

The minute the phone call ends you scramble off of the floor and pack a bag. You don’t look at the clothes you throw in there or whether or not they’re your clothes or Johnny’s, but within minutes you're packed and a flight is booked to London. All you can think about is him.

***

True to his Captain’s word, Gaz is waiting for you and you pull him into the biggest hug you can muster without immediately dissolving into tears.

He rubs your back. “It’ll be okay, love. He’s alright.”

“Have you seen him?”

Gaz nods as he leads you to the car. “We’ve been taking turns staying with him, but he’s alright.”

The drive is mostly quiet, neither of you really in the mood to joke or talk, but strangely enough you’re thinking about the time you were in the hospital instead.

You’d broken your ankle, you couldn’t remember exactly how, just that your neighbor had been kind enough to drive you to the hospital. Johnny had shown up to the waiting room about thirty minutes after, blue eyes impossibly sorrowful and apologizing profusely. For a man so used to violence, you’d never seen him more scared than that day, but he held your hand through it all.

You’d kissed the side of his head then, laughing at him, called him silly. Now though, it was your turn to hold his hand. You were never anyone brave, you weren’t like Johnny, but you had to try to be, didn’t you?

Before you know it, the car is parked and the two of you head into the building. You’d never liked hospitals, the workers were fine but the atmosphere was something you never got used to. This was the worst it had ever been for Johnny though. Gunshot wounds to the torso as well as the head, that's what Price had told you, all he could tell you.

“It’s…not a pretty sight in there.” Gaz tells you.

“Never is.”

He nods in understanding. “Just trying to prepare you.”

“I appreciate it, Gaz.”

When you get to his room, it’s Ghost that's sitting there, watching carefully over your boyfriend until he sees you, and then stands to pull you into a hug. He’s not one for physical contact, but he’s always been good at telling when someone needs it. It’s this hug that lets you dissolve into tears while he pats you awkwardly on the shoulder.

Ghost wasn’t a member of the 141 you were particularly close to, but you know Johnny is, you know he considers the taller man his best friend and Ghost does too, even if he won’t admit it outloud.

“We’ll leave you alone with him for a bit.” Gaz tells you and it’s after they leave that you finally lay your eyes on him.

Price was right, he is in a bad way. Bandages around his head, wires connected to him, bandages on his shoulder. He was pale, too, which seemed to make him look all the more dead, even if he wasn’t.

You sat gingerly on the chair next to him, took his hand and sighed.

“Johnny, when you wake up I’m going to strangle you for making me cry so much.” You joke, even if it feels heavy on your tongue. He likes it when you try to make him laugh. Really, the only thing you’re going to strangle him in is a hug.

You don’t know how long you sit there, but you do know you fall asleep holding his hand.

***

When the bed stirring wakes you up, you groan. Then your eyes shoot open.

“Johnny?”

“Fuck. Was tryin’ to let you sleep a little.” He groans out, grinning at you.

“Me?! You’re the one that got shot!”

“You looked so peaceful, you know I hate waking you up, sweetheart.”

You could cry, really. You were thinking about it. “I thought you were going to die.”

He rolls his eyes. “Nah, can’t leave you behind, can I?”

“You’d better not, MacTavish, I’d find a way to bring you back just to kill you myself.”

Johnny laughs, bright and loud. “I know you would. Scarier than death, you.”

“Let me call Price, he’ll want to know how your-“

“Not yet. Let's just sit here a while, yeah?”

“Whatever you want, Johnny, I mean it.”

“Well, it’s indecent to do what I want in a hospital.” He jokes dryly.

You slap his thigh lightly but roll your eyes in amusement. “I’m glad you’re thinking about the real important stuff.”

Johnny laughs lightly and takes your hand in his. “What I want most right now, is to be home with you.”

“Soon, yeah? And I’ll dote on you, make you breakfast in bed and even watch all of your terrible action films a billion times over. And then at night, I’ll curl up with you in our bed and fall asleep in your arms.”

“Sounds like heaven.”

“Every day is with you.”

He grins. “Look at you, you’re making me blush. When did’ya get to be so smooth?”

You leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Learned from the best, is all.”

“Hope you’re talking about me.”

You roll your eyes again. “No, I mean Ghost.”

“I knew that bastard was trying to steal ya from me.”

“As if. Get some more rest, Johnny. I’ll be here.”

He yawns. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

There’s still a lot to discuss, plans for the future to be made, but right now, you just want to hold his hand.

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

if you could by chance, feed my obsession with some graves fluff, anything you want just something fluffy.

my obsession is out of hand, thank youu. <3

Anything for you boo thing <3

Coming Home

It had been a long few months for the both of you. You'd both be sent on missions by Shepard, a man you hated ever so dearly.

The worst part?

You weren't sent on them together.

You both didn't see each other, and when you did you had to act like you didn't know each other. It was nothing short of torture.

But you pushed through. The mission was simple enough. Get info and deliver it safely. It only took four months of sleeping alone in a safe house far too big for just yourself.

When you got home, you wanted nothing more than to see your boyfriend. But the house was eerily silent when you opened the door, and you knew that you had gotten home before he did.

So, ever so carefully, you sat your bag down in your shared bedroom and walked back out to the living room. You plopped down onto the couch, and started mindlessly scrolling through your phone that you had only just gotten back a few hours ago.

It took Phillip two hours to get out of the base and back to your shared home. The whole time he was nervously itching at his pocket, making sure his gift for you was still there.

When he finally got home, the sight of you on the couch made his heart leap into his throat. He missed you so much.

Graves sprinted to the couch, diving onto you and pulling you into the longest hug ever.

"Fucking hell, Phil," you complained, smooshed into his chest.

He just shushed you and placed a kiss onto your forehead. "I missed you," he confessed.

"I missed you too, but you don't see me jumping over the couch onto you."

"I didn't jump over the couch! I jumped from the side of the couch and... oh." It took him a minute to realize that he had, in fact, jumped over the couch. "Oops."

You just sighed and kissed him.

He, regretfully, pulled away and stood up. You went to follow suit, but he just pushed you back down. "No, no. I have something to give you," he explained.

You were curious as to what it was, but he was adamant on getting dinner and then giving it to you. Phillip ordered from your favorite restaurant and had it delivered to the house.

While the two of you waited, you cuddled on the couch and told each other everything that had happened while you were away. Graves got up and got the food from the driver, insisting that you stay sitting, and brought it over to the couch.

He placed the boxes on the coffee table and the two of you kept talking while you ate. Four months is a lot of time to be gone, after all.

When he was sure that you both were done eating, he cleaned everything. When you complained that you wanted to do something, Phil just shook his head and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "You deserve to be treated tonight. I don't want you lifting a finger."

With an eye roll, you let him keep doing whatever he wanted.

When Phil came back, he looked a little more nervous than before. Carefully, ever so carefully, he pulled something out of his pocket and got down on one knee.

"Y/n, I've loved you for a long time. I've known that I wanted to marry you for just as long. I planned on waiting just a little longer for the right moment, but after that mission we just had I couldn't. It was paining me not to have you with me at night. To not hear your laugh, your sarcastic comments. To not see the way you smiled when I told you I loved you or to see you roll your eyes at my jokes. I want you to be my husband so that I can argue when Shepard tries to seperate us. Will you marry me?" Graves asked, his eyes hopeful.

You couldn't help the smile that split your face, and you jumped off the couch and into his arms. "Obviously yes! God, I've been waiting forever for this!"

Phillip smiled and kissed you, tears springing to his eyes.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute before he pulled away and slipped the ring on your finger. It was beautiful, made with all your favorite colors and gems.

Graves picked you up and took you to your shared bedroom and laid you down in bed before getting in himself. He held you close to him, not wanting to let go.

He never wanted to let go if he could help it.

[bubuslutty]

Day 6: you wanna be the Queencard?

this is part 6, all parts

pairing: angel/demon!fem reader x 141

word count: 2.5k

tags: fluff, poor attempt at humour (help), no use of y/n, 3rd person pov, proofread by me so sorry for any mistakes

warnings: none

summary: Price notices changes + Angel invites Soap to hang out <3

a/n: special thanks to my first ever beta reader @whore4dilfs! Feedback means lots to me and gives me boosts of motivation <3 

Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed this chapter/serie, means lots 💖

the title of this part is taken from this song.

Price wasn't stupid. He has eyes and can notice when people slowly start to change.

Since they have moved into the little home in London for work under Laswell’s watchful eyes, their new neighbour has been nothing but a pleasant surprise. At first, it was fun you know? Oh look, we have a hot neighbour and she’s nice! Angel would sometimes be talked about when they were having dinner, the men casually talking about how her cat almost ruined her flowers and she shouted at her. Or how last Saturday she almost tripped and fell face first when taking out the trash, or how she gets her laundry from the garden wearing nothing but a stupid t-shirt and pair of underwear.

Price is a gentleman, he tries his best not to stare, not to let his eyes linger on her when she’s out and about or greets him when he’s smoking in the garden. But she’s so fucking pretty, it’s frustrating at this point, how she manages to make his breath stutter every time he sees her. She could be wearing an old Minnie Mouse t-shirt, a pair of shorts and yellow Crocs with gardening gloves, dirty and sweating under the sun and digging up weeds and Price would always get caught staring at her, his cigar forgotten between his fingers.

He feels like a teenager all over again. He’s not a virgin for fuck sake. And he had his fair share of hookups here and there along with (failed) relationships. But he still catches himself staring at her lips when she’s laughing at something Soap said, throwing her head back and screeching with laughter. And she seems to not mind his men’s antics, either.

She doesn’t ask about their scars, doesn’t comment on Ghost's clothing choices or how he wears a mask 24/7 and never asks why she should call him Ghost either. She never asked them intrusive questions, not even when they were comfortable, bellies full of wine and warm under the sun on random afternoons. Angel hasn’t made any of his men or himself uncomfortable, not even once, and that’s terrifying because it’s so easy to get comfortable and open with her. It makes him want to talk about things he only keeps to himself. She makes him want to sit and ramble about what he’d do once he’s old and retired, maybe he’ll buy a boat, or a house up north, or move to Spain or to Morocco.

One fine Tuesday, Price was sitting on the sofa, scrolling on his phone while Gaz was curled up next to him, reading a random webcomic on his phone when their doorbell rang.

Gaz frowned, looking up at Price, "Are we expecting someone, today?" 

"No." Price shook his head. 

"I'll get it!" Soap exclaimed, skipping 3 steps and jumping down the stairs, wearing a tank top and a pair of comfortable shorts with little dog-printed socks. Initially, Soap thought it must be one of his packages that came earlier than expected, but once he opened the door he realised it wasn't the mailman but their hot neighbour. 

And she was absolutely soaked from head to toe, it was raining so hard outside that Soap accidentally got rain inside their house, wetting the floor under his feet

"I locked myself out. Can I please come in until the rain stops?" Angel asked, embarrassed and hair sticking to her neck and face. 

"Holy shit, yeah, of course!" Soap quickly moved to the side, allowing her to step inside their warm house and locked the door behind her. 

Angel stood there awkwardly, her clothes sticking to her skin as she shivered and looked at Soap with her wet eyelashes clumped together.

"What the hell happened to you?" Price said as soon as he saw her, sitting up properly.

"Got rained on, and uhm, I locked myself out," Angel said, squirming with embarrassment, her hands clutching the ends of her short skirt.

"Jesus…" He sighed and stood up, "Gaz, get her something to change into, and Soap, give her a towel and show her to the bathroom."

"You don't have to!" Angel quickly said, still dripping water next to their door, refusing to take a step in any direction. 

Price gave her an unimpressed look, "Really? You're dripping water all over the floor and you'll get sick." 

Angel pursed her lips and watched Price walk to the kitchen, turning on the kettle and preparing ginger tea for her.

Soap brought her a big towel, to wrap herself into and get to the bathroom, where Gaz handed her the smallest t-shirt he could find, a zip-up hoodie and a pair of shorts.

"I tried my best, I know none of this will fit but yeah-" Gaz mumbled, scratching the back of his neck and Angel smiled, shivering under the towel. 

"Thank you, Gaz." 

"No worries." He smiled and left her to change and dry up in the bathroom.

"Oh yeah," He stopped in his tracks and walked up to the bathroom's door, knocking twice, "Take a hot shower, you'll get warmer that way!" 

"Okay!" Angel said behind the door, wrestling with her wet skirt to pull it down.

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"Are you sure I need all of this?..." Angel asked, blowing on the mug containing the tea Price made her. 

"Angel, shut up." Price sighed, sitting next to her on the sofa. 

Angel was wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket, wearing military-grade warm socks, with a warm water bottle placed behind her back and a big mug of tea in her hands. 

"Damn, alright…" Angel rolled her eyes and took a sip of her tea, feeling it warm her body from the inside out.

Gaz sat down next to Price, curling up next to him and this time grabbing the remote control, looking for something to put in as background noise. 

Soap also came back down, but with Ghost this time, literally dragging him by the sleeve and making him sit down, curling next to him and throwing a leg over one of his ridiculously thick and strong thighs.

Angel noticed all of this but didn't say anything.

"So, how did ya lock yourself out?" Soap finally asked. 

"I was rushing and forgot my keys," Angel said, already annoyed at how she would need to call someone to unlock her door for her. 

"Went somewhere special? You looked nice." Soap said, making her smile. 

"Yeah, I went for coffee with a friend. And I bought a new ring!" She said and stuck out her hand to show him. 

Soap's eyes immediately sparkled with interest at the ring she showed him. Ghost glanced at him and at the silver ring she was showing him, and knew Johnny liked jewellery, especially silver.

Soap grabbed her hand and he leaned forward, "That's beautiful, where did you get it from?" 

The ring was silver with small pink and purple rocks on it, forming a little skull, obviously mimicking the tag on Kuromi's collar.

"This store is 20 minutes away from here by train! They have so many things and almost everything is unisex! I'll send you the address if you want?" Angel said, excited to be sharing something she found with him.

"I dinnae have your number though?" Soap realised. 

"Oh yeah," Angel was confused, with the number of times they've spoken and hung out, how come they don't have each other's numbers already?

"Alright, give me your number and I'll add you to our group chat so you can save their numbers as well, okay?" Soap said, taking out his phone and handing it to her. 

Angel typed in her number and saved her contact under 'Angel 👹'

When she handed him back his phone he snorted, "What type of emoji is that?"

"It's a demon!" She said with a grin and he laughed, shrugging it off.

The conversation was light and easy, they talked about random mundane things until Angel’s attention was stolen by the TV, she stared at the big screen with her mouth open and forgot to finish her sentence.

She snorted, and Gaz tilted his side to the side, “What’s up?”

“That’s you, John.” Angel pointed at the screen, where a big brown bear was napping under a tree on its back. Gaz and Soap started giggling like school girls at Price’s expression. Ghost on the other hand let out a small snort and pulled at the strings of his hoodie, trying to hide himself from his captain.

Price leaned forward, putting his hands on his knees and squinting at the screen like an old man, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“That’s literally exactly how you nap in the garden sometimes, and it’s cute!” Angel said, still laughing at his face.

“That’s not true, I literally have no idea what you’re talking about, the sun must’ve messed up with your head.” He said, shrugging and refusing to meet her eyes.

“John, stop playing, it’s you!” Angel whined, shaking his arm and making Gaz laugh harder.

“If I’m that bear, you’re that one.” He said, pointing at the TV. Angel glanced at the TV and saw a small cub falling on its face and getting a mouthful of dirt. She gasped at his audacity, “No, I’m not!”

“I have seen you almost trip outside when taking out the trash, 3 times already.” Price teased her, looking at her with a small smirk.

“And you laugh at a lady instead of preserving her reputation? How dare you, John!” Angel said with a hand on her chest and falling back on Soap with a hand against her forehead.

“That is not a way to treat a proper lady, John. Apologise!” Soap said, lower lip dramatically wobbling and cradling her head in his arms. 

“I’ll think about it.” Price chuckled at their antics and Gaz gasped, “Oh my days, you’re actually the worst.” 

“And yet, you still love me.” Price sighed.

“Unfortunately.” Gaz rolled his eyes and placed a kiss on the Captain’s temple before standing up and walking to the kitchen, to get himself a snack.

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“I think your clothes should be dry now,” Soap said, opening the tumble dryer’s door and watching Angel bend down to inspect her clothes.

“They are, thanks.” She grabbed the clothes and placed them on top of the dryer, closing the door with one hand.

Soap watched Angel fold her clothes in a neat pile and her skirt caught his attention. It was a pretty short brown pleated skirt, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to run his hand on the soft fabric. Angel stopped and stared at Soap’s entranced and focused face.

“Nice, isn’t it?” She smiled and he snapped back into reality, retrieving his hand to himself.

“What fabric is that?” He asked and Angel just stared at him, “I actually don’t know…”

“Wait, maybe it says on the tag inside.” She exclaimed and quickly grabbed the skirt, flipping it inside out and frowning, when it was nowhere to be seen, “Oh shit, I must’ve removed it and forgot, sorry Soap.”

If there’s one thing Soap can tell you he likes about the woman, is that she dresses well. Her personal style is so cool and unique to him, every time she’s about to leave for work, he stops and admires her choice of clothes for the day. At first, it embarrassed him, how much he enjoys clothes and colours and fashion, but then it took years of working through internalised self-hatred for him to enjoy ‘womanly’ things without feeling like utter shit about it in the comfort of his own room. Thanks, Dad for the trauma <3

“If you want, I can try to figure out where I bought it from and buy you one? So we can match?” Angel asked, grinning and holding the skirt up in her hands.

Soap’s eyes widened a bit and he quickly spluttered, “No, you dinnae have to! Please, don’t bother.”

“You don’t like the skirt?” Angel’s smile fell.

“No, I do! It's just you dinnae have to bother buying me one, It won’t suit me.” He said, laughing and scratching his arm, no humour behind his laugh, if anything it was tainted with embarrassment and a hint of shame.

Angel’s eyes softened, “Soap, what makes you think it won’t suit you? Have you seen your thighs and tiny -excuse my language- slutty waist?”

Soap blushed bright red and barked out a laugh, “What the shite, Angel?!”

“It’s true! Don’t tell me Ghost has never told you this before?” Angel asked, tilting her head to the side.

Soap took a sharp inhale through his nose and slammed the door of the kitchen shut, “What makes you think he-”

“The man’s practically obsessed with your thighs, every time you sit next to him his hands glue themselves to them, especially when you’re wearing shorts. And I don’t even blame him, you have killer thighs. In my opinion, it’s a crime you have to wear trousers-” Angel said, waving her hands and the skirt around, and Soap almost died and closed her mouth with his palm before he could stop himself.

“Alright!”

“Hmm??” Angel hummed behind his palm, eyes wide.

“You want to buy me a skirt? Okay, just- just don’t–” Soap said, letting out a shaky breath and slowly removing his hand from her mouth.

Angel blinked up at him with big shiny eyes, feeling the borrowed shorts slowly slide down her hips. “Are you free next Wednesday?” She asked and quickly reached down the tie the short’s strings tighter to stop them from sliding down.

“Yeah, why?”

“Let’s play dress up at mine,” Angel said, grinning up at Soap.

“You want to-”

“Let’s hang out, and I’ll show you my jewellery collection,” Angel added with a small smirk, raising her brows.

Soap gaped at her like a fish, his mouth agape, and groaned, throwing his head back, “Fine, At what time?”

“How about 3 in the afternoon?”

“I’ll bring snacks.” Soap nodded, feeling an odd soup of excitement and anxiety brew in his stomach.

“Perfect, see you then, Soap.” Angel winked and grabbed the collar of his shirt, dragging him down to place a kiss on his cheek and happily skipped out of the kitchen.

“PRICE, CAN YOU UNLOCK MY DOOR NOW, PLEASE?” He heard Angel call out in the living room and leaned against the tumble dryer, glancing down at his thighs in his shorts. He chuckled and shrugged, “I do have killer thighs.”

Outside in front of Angel’s front door, Price was squatting in front of the lock, picking at it with some tool Angel has never seen before she gasped when a small click was heard and Price pulled the doorknob down, opening it.

Price stood up and turned to her, “Here we go, now go look for those keys, to make sure they’re actually inside.”

Angel raised a brow, “Should I be worried you can unlock my doors?...” 

“No, why? Are you hiding something?” Price asked, with a hand on his hip, wearing a small smirk.

“Of course not.”

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[crystlizabeth]

I'm madly in love with Alex keller I need that Pringles man biblically

honestly I will take anything with top!reader I know he whimpers and I would love to hear it

fem, masc, gn, you have free reign have fun <33 I literally just need to top that man

praise (reader giving) maybe? as a treat?

Whats wrong baby?

Alex Keller x Shadow!femreader

Summery: Just some fun with Alex after a successful mission.

Warnings: non established relationship, lieutenant reader, cursing, use of mommy, praising, top!reader, bottom!alex, not properly proof read!

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It’s was a successful mission to say the least Graves had put you with Alex and of course you didn’t protect he was fun to work with. With a mission finish it was now time to celebrate The shadows had invited Alex and his partner in crime Farah but she declined leaving Alex with you guys. You’d be lying if she didn’t make you a tad bit jealous, for one she was gorgeous and strong and with the way that brunette looked up to her and at her..

Not that you really had to worry but you’re just a girl. “Ya’know Keller I thought you’d head back with y’er girlfriend.” One of the shadows spoke your eyes looking over to alex watching his response.

He chuckled nervously his hand rubbing the back of his neck “she’s not my girlfriend.. but I thought I hang back catch up with y’all.” He answered.

You smiled a little his eyes catches yours when he said he was here to catch up, not with them of course but well, you.

He’d missed you, your soft hands running down his chest and you whispered in his ear. His soft whimpers as you kissed him tenderly, “what’s wrong baby?” You teased, your lips kissing the bottom of his happy trail.

Alex shook his head “Sensitive.. god.” he drawled. His hands were tied above his head as he sat his back against the headboard of the bed.

“Where? Here..” you asked innocently kissing the bulge of his jeans.

His body shuttered, you let out an amused chuckle. The effect you had on him was like no other, he would worship you and you did him except you wear mean with it teasing his until he would cry begging to feel you.

You laid on your stomach as you stroked him his cock twitching in your hands. Your saliva and his cum are the perfect lube letting your hands glide up and down so smoothly. His sweet moans were music to your ears head dropped from the overstimulation making him spill over the edge “Please.. Please Imma cum..” he whimper his brows frowning.

Your tongue ran up his length and of his tip slowly your lips attaching to him only to release with a pop, “Hm? Is that how you ask handsome, common tell mommy what you want.” you spoke a pleased smirk displayed on your lips.

His legs started shaking going to close on you but your hand held him down, “Open your eyes and look at me Handsome common, ask me.” you whispered.

“Please, please may I cum.. Mommy, please let me cum,” he begged in a whiney tone his blue eyes meeting yours for approval. With a nod that's all he needed before his balls tightened a pretty moan slipping through his lips.

“Yeah that's a good boy, that's a good fuckin’ boy.” you praised your hands milking his cock for the second time.

With his head hung low you let you hand prop his chin up your your finger “you think you can go another baby?” you asked eyeing his tired stated.

“I can.. I can I— I wanna feel you please..” he babbled.

You moved on top of him your thighs on either side of him his face still remains resting his your hands. You kissed his face moving his hair out of his face it sticking to him because of the sweat. “You're doin’ so good handsome,” you spoke both of your eyes meeting one another. God, he was pretty.

You untied his hands guiding them to your hips. “You ready for me?” you aligned yourself with him.

“Yes ma'am.”

His hands squeeze your hips as his cock began to slip into you. A soft moan came from your lips feeling him fill you up, his face falling against your bare chest as he whimpered from the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. “God I've missed you..” he spoke.

He missed you, he missed how you fit him so well how you were made for his cock nobody else would have him like you did. Your hips moved as you held onto the back of his neck his beefy arms holding you close. “Fuck Alex.” you clawed as his neck.

You missed him, being with him at this moment made you hate the job because you were never with him. Your bodies intertwined as you fucked him a mess of your arousal made a mess on his lap.

“You were made for me.. Just you..” he spoke his voice softy but still whiney.

“Just me,”

“Im all yours.. Fuck I'm all yours.” he cried out his face in the crook of your neck.

“Your all mine Alex,” you dragged on.

Leaning back your hands held his face “Your mine.”

His eyes never left yours as he nodded, this wasn't just pillow talk anymore but the feeling that had been building up for years.

“Please cum with me..” he spoke gently.

“Do you wanna cum in me, baby?” you asked a smile on your face.

“Mmhm! I do please can I cum in you.” he asked your name leaving his lips.

Your hand grabbed a handful of hair pulling his head back “you better cum then.” you spoke your orgasm finally hitting you as your ride him.

So he did his fingers digging into your thoughts as he came in you.

Your body fell against his your arms wrapping around his neck holding him in a hug his arms soon wrapping around your waist. The two of you be a thing heavily, coming down from your highs.

Minutes had passed the aftercare process soon finishing, the two of you sitting in front of one another he watched you as you pulled your shirt back over your head. His gaze had never left you even as you both cleaned each other up, your pretty hands needing as his legs massageing them.

You felt his hand touch your face causing this to look up at him “yeah?” Your voice soft a sweet.

“I meant what I said, I'm all yours.. I want to be all yours.” he said his thumb creassing your cheek.

“Alex..” your tone warning him.

You both knew that this, what you two had could be nothing more than just a casual fuck. Even with the heavy feeling that you both shared and made worse every time he held you close. And that was no different than that night. Him holding you in his arms as you traced his chest, the love you two shared would always be put on hold.

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A/n: it's kinda short but I hope you like it it my first time writing for Alex ill get better at writing for him trust.

[ms-rampage]

König: "I can't see the top of my head, I don't know-."

Y/n: "No one can see the top of your head, except God."

König: *laughs* "Okay."

[Reference]

[multifand0midi07]

Bonita

Valeria and Reader go undercover at a cartel party to find information. Codename: Viper

TW: Violence, kissing/making out, smut, fingering, NSFW, MDNI 18+ only

Viper was completely out of her element.

Valeria had to practically hold her down to get her dressed and ready for the gala. An elegant dress, press on nails, heels, etc. She would kill to have been able to just wear a nice blouse and jeans.

Viper's eyes scanned over the party, shoulders tense and hands folded in her lap.

"Relax, you're so tense." Valeria rested a hand on her shoulder, checking her out shamelessly.

"I can't help it, boss." She huffed, rolling her shoulders and trying to relax. "Do I have to wear all this? Makes me feel vulnerable, and open to male conversation."

"Just keep it together for a few hours, nena." Valeria laughed, sipping her cocktail. "We don't want all my hard work to go to waste. Just play it off, you're having the time of your life."

"What, you can't tell i'm having fun?" Viper said sarcastically.

"Hey. Relax, okay? And stop fidgeting." She hissed, eyes darting around. "The whole point of this is to blend in. You can't do that if you look like you have a stick up your ass."

"Yes, boss. Sorry." Viper pursed her lips and sighed, relaxing.

"Better." Valeria purred. "Now you look like someone to take advantage of."

Viper held back her disgust, then noticed a man smiling and watching her from across the way, his eyes scanning over her. "Oh, Mami. Please don't tell me I have to flirt with a man."

"You wanted to come with me, bonita." Valeria rolled her eyes and huffed. "It's what the job calls for, baby. Now stop complaining and go." She chuckled and nudged her forward.

"Rather flirt with you." Viper murmured, adjusting herself before walking towards the man.

Valeria laughed and watched her go, eyes locked on her ass.

She found the man eagerly waiting for her, taking her hand as she approached and kissing it. "Hello, beautiful."

"Hi...handsome." Viper cleared her throat and shifted her weight.

"Can I buy you a drink?" The man asked, putting his arm around her and pulling her close, clearly in need for her company.

Viper could feel Valeria staring a hole in her back from across the room. She was definitely getting revenge for having to flirt with a man later. "Sure, why not?" She shot a look at Valeria.

"Perfect." He hummed and directed her back to the bar, ordering two martinis and sitting next to her.

Viper felt the man place his hand on her thigh, grabbing his drink and taking a sip while she completely downed hers.

"Woah, slow down sweetheart. I need you to remember things."

"Sorry, long day." She lied and scooted closer.

"So what brings you here tonight, pretty lady?" He asked, his hand slipping further up her thigh.

Viper held back her disgust and plastered a smile on her face. "Oh, my friend brought me. We needed to get out of the house."

"Oh, where is she?" He looked around.

"Bathroom, had to refresh her makeup." She lied.

"Y'know, sweetheart. You look like you enjoy expensive things." He smirked, his hand nearing the apex of her thighs. "With my job, I can give you anything you want."

She tilted her head, feigning interest. "Really, what's your job?"

He leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I work for the cartel, baby. I'm rich."

Viper's eyes lit up and she leaned forward, now this was someone she could get information from. "Wow, it must be very dangerous."

"Very dangerous." He confirmed. "Look, let me take you out to dinner and then take you home."

"Well, baby, how about you let me think about it." She could feel him fiddling with the bottom of her dress and had the intense urge to gag.

"I'm sure I can persuade you." He murmured, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

Viper met Valeria's gaze from across the bar before leaning in and placing her lips on his.

The man grinned and quickly took charge, the kiss turned sloppy and aggressive and she could taste the liquor on his tongue that was making it's way into her mouth.

Don't gag, don't gag, don't gag.

She pulled away, trying not to wipe her mouth just yet. "Do you have a room in the hotel?"

The man smirked and nodded. "Eager, huh?"

"You could say that." She answered. "Lead the way."

He got up, taking her hand and helping her out of the seat. "C'mon, baby."

Viper sent a nod towards Valeria and followed the man all the way to his room. They passed the rest of the party and then entered one of the elevators in the lobby.

He couldn't wait any longer, pushing Viper against the wall and forcing his lips on hers, his hand pulling her knee up to straddle his waist.

"Wait, wait-" She yelped and pushed him away, playing it off with an excuse. "I'm not a fan of being caught, can we wait until we get to your room?"

"Fucking fine." He grunted and pulled away. "Prude."

Viper narrowed her eyes but brushed herself off. The elevator stopped on the third floor, he guided her to a room nearby. 312. "This it?"

"Yeah." He answered and opened it with his key, pushing her inside and closing the door behind them. "C'mere, baby." He pulled her close and kissed her before pushing her back onto the bed.

"Wait, I should at least know your name, so I know what to call you when we..." Viper tried to stall, waste time so Valeria could find her.

"Call me Vic, sweetheart. What's yours?" Vic climbed onto the bed, pulling her closer.

"Nessa. It's Nessa." She lied quickly. His hand was quickly making its way back up her thigh as he kissed her, forcing his tongue down her throat.

"Fuck, baby. You taste so good." He groaned, his hand reaching the apex of her thighs and pressing against her core through the fabric of her underwear.

Viper gasped, panicking internally as he slid the fabric out of the way and pressed a finger against her entrance.

Where the fuck is Valeria?

She just had to wait until Valeria was there and then she could drop the act.

Vic slowly slid his finger into her warmth, grinning. "There we go, baby, suckin' me in."

Viper heard a knock on the door and patted his shoulder. "Someone's knocking." She pushed him away as quickly as possible.

He groaned and pulled away. "Fucking interrupting me and my girl." Vic walked to the door and opened it, getting a gun to the face in greeting.

Valeria pushed him inside and closed the door behind him. "Sit, now."

Viper sighed in relief, getting up and grabbing a chair for him to sit in.

"What the fuck?" Vic growled and sat down, but only because of the gun pointed at his jewels.

"Shut the fuck up, and don't move." Valeria snapped. "Baby, come here." Viper walked over, letting her wrap her free arm around her waist and pull her close. "He touch you? You hurt?"

"Yes." She answered with a nod. "But he didn't hurt me."

"Same thing." She murmured, then shot Vic in the knee. Thankfully she had a silencer.

Vic screamed and grasped his knee. "What the fuck!"

"You touch my girl again and it'll be worse." Valeria growled. "Now here's what we're going to do. You're going to tell me who your boss is, and where he's going to be in a week, or i'll shoot your dick."

"Fuck you." He hissed.

"Wrong answer." She was just about to shoot him when he sputtered out a response.

"Wait wait wait!" Vic spoke urgently. "His name is Yeneriel Vasquez but he goes by 'The Spider.' He'll be in Las Almas again next week, he's got a mistress that he sees constantly."

"Good boy, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" Valeria smirked and shot him anyway. "Lets go, baby. You did good."

"Gladly." Viper turned and kissed Valeria's cheek before following her out. "I don't ever have to do that again, right?"

"Never again, bonita."

"Good. I won't punish you then." She smiled.

"Oh? You were going to punish me, hm?" Valeria smirked and closed the door after putting her gun away.

"Well, i'm not, now." Viper huffed as Valeria pulled her closer by her waist.

"That means you don't have to miss out on your reward now." She hummed and kissed her.

"Hmm, does that mean I can take all this off when we get home?"

"You can wait a little longer, can't you? I'm going to ruin you just like this."

"I can wait."

[angel-of-the-moons]

CoD: MW MASTERLIST

Main Masterlist

John "Soap" MacTavish

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Farah Karim

Alex Keller

HCs/Ideas:

Ghost in The Fallout (Fallout Crossover idea)

[sweet-luv-club]

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as much as i love reading fempovs, i want 2 make food for other trans ppl like me ^w^ and also interact w/ other blogz!!! also sorry not sorry of my excessive use of colors and kaomojis lol!!

dis blog is where i will dump all my horny ramblings about

★⋆ Degrees of Lewdity (mentioning this game alone should indicate i dont mind dead dove stuff hfbhg)

★⋆ Call Of Duty MW2 (im only a very casual fan tho lol look man im a porn blog my content isnt gonna be that deep!!)

★⋆ The Last Of Us (specifically joel content bc im feral 4 him but im also feral 4 ellie,, WRITING ABOUT THEM SEPARATELY THO OFC LMAO)

taking requests for each >w<)b !!!

♡ ┆ stuff i will write ┆ ♡

★⋆ DRUMROLL PLEASE... THE MAIN REASON I WANTED TO MAKE THIS BLOOOG... transmasc reader content!!! 🎉🎊🥳 with warnings on what terms to be used on the naughty bits, ofc!!

★⋆gender neutral reader stuff!! no pronouns other than 'you',

★⋆ if i write nsfw with GN reader, i'll have separate sections for when u have afab/amab anatomy and how characters i write with would interact with em !!

so the format would go like

˗ˏˋ ꒰ König with a chubby S/O ♥ nsfw!! ꒱ ˎˊ˗

♡ ┆ headcanon

if you have AFAB anatomy…

♡ ┆ headcanon for how he'd treat u with ur coochie, gender non-specific

if you have AMAB anatomy…

♡ ┆ headcanon for how he'd treat u with ur pp, gender non-specific

most of my fics/drabbles would be gender neutral unless stated otherwise !!

plz note!!! in cases like Ellie who is explicitly and canonically a lesbian i will also only write in fempov, everyone else i write about automatically becomes readersexual meaning theyre attracted to the reader regardless of gender, appearance, etc etc so for example if ur super mad i made your big strong masculine military man a cocksucker das on u, go cry ab it somewhere else thanks (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

★⋆ BIG GIRTHY AGE GAPS… but readers in my stories should always b regarded as 20+!!

★⋆ and ofc hand in hand with that comes a corruption kink BAHAHAHA and as a heads up i place a heavy emphasis on virginity !!!

★⋆ yandere/obsessive content bc im a sucker for it :((

★⋆ pet play/hybrid stuff… sometimes human but most of the time it comes w the reader having animal characteristics!! (ex. bunny reader, cow reader, puppy reader etc) ONLY LIMITED TO STUFF LIKE EARS/TAIL/WINGS THO and maybe heat cycle stuff bc im a sucker for that too

★⋆ A/B/O content and dynamics

★⋆ stepcest probably???

STUFF I WONT WRITE ABOUT... no cute format for these ones LMAO 'm just gonna lump all of them together

actual incest | zoophilia content (YES I KNOW DOL IS RIFE W/ THAT BUT I ALWAYS TURN OFF BEAST TOGGLES SJHDS) | scat/piss/basically any bodily fluid aside from CUM LMAO (i'd probably make an exception 4 squirt tho,,,, 👀) | gore

das about all i can think of for neow heheh!! btw i may like and interact w blogs that have dark content or even the content i said i wont write, please be aware of that in case the posts i've liked show up :<<

i'll eventually come up w/ a list of characters im comfy with writing for, as well as a general idea of how i would write them for requests n such!! if the character u like isnt there, im still looking into how i would write content for them :>

IF U READ THIS FAR ILY BYEEEEE ♡♡♡

[mariariley]

backshots from könig might be a nightmare y’all i’m just saying-

masterlist | have a request/ask? Here are the rules <3

Agreed.

I don’t like how he’s portrayed in the fandom most of the time. He’s not really a gentle shy giant.

I see all of them as professional soldiers, especially König who's a colonel. Hearing his voice lines in Warzone really gave an impression.

His size and strength is definitely something that can cause problems. I have a feeling he would struggle to control himself, he’s feisty after all.

He can grip on you a little too hard and ram into you a bit harder than you expected, leaving bruises all over your hips and butt (would kiss the bruises later). He will try his best to slow down if you ask him though. He isn’t a sadist, he would never hurt you on purpose.

While providing you with fluffy aftercare he would ask you if he was too rough, if he hurt you etc. He would feel bad if he didn’t make it enjoyable enough for you.

Though if you reassure him you like it rougher, he will not hesitate ;)

Divider owners already tagged in my previous posts, I don’t want to spam them 🖤

[here-to-read-and-write]

Don't forget to leave your requests because honestly I'm starting to loose ideas and motivation to write.

Thank you.

Author note : So I had this crazy idea. What if the reader was a captain of a team and after a rough mission that required both 1-4-1 and Las Vargas you all decided to drink in the base, suddenly one of your team challenged you in a video game with a reward if you win.

Warning: mention of sex, the reader is a captain. Bunny outfit, mention of stripper. The reader hide her face under a mask. My mistake and writing. Not proofreading.

What do you think?

Part 2????

It was past midnight and your were finally able to return to the base after a long and tiring mission and no casualties, yet no one seemed to want to sleep afraid of nightmares that may come because of all the traumatic events that happened.

You all decided to drink but you didn't dare to touch the liquor afraid of all the secret you may spill so you just sir there as everyone drank there heart out.

The young ones of the teams were laughing exchanging jokes, while the older just watched and sometimes talked about whatever the conversation brought.

You on the other like just sat there when suddenly one of your male member of your team rushed to you demanding a match in video games.

"and If I win you have to wear this" he passed you a box with a bunny outfit.

"That stripper shit" One of the female members of your team remarked making the other giggle.

You weren't a strict captain, you didn't even act like a captain outside of mission. Maybe that's why you were so close with your team, that didn't mean you were nice in training.

Everyone waited as they watched you pull the dress out, and like she said it was stripper shit. The dress didn't have anything to cover your body, it was like swimsuit with bonny tail and ears but you couldn't lie it was cute, unfortunately it wouldn't feat you.

It was made for people with small breasts and yours were anything but small, yet you smirked under your mask, a mischievous idea coming to you.

"okay...but" You turn to the male team member before you continue "if I won.. you are to wear it"

You team member didn't think twice before agreeing. You felt a little bad for him..but all well he should have made research before challenging you.

Everyone in your team knew how of a sex addict you were. You could go multiple round and yet you won't feel satisfied, maybe that's why you never had a boyfriend, and it seem that he didn't know or just didn't want to believe the rumours, so a little demonstrate was needed.

"Should I leave the game choice to you?" You titled your head and he smirked. He had the audacity to smirk... don't worry soon you will wiped it out of his face.

"I will" he proudly said, puffing his chest, leaving without even a goodbye.

Didn't he really think he was a man, soon he will be screaming like Moaning Myrtle from Harry Potter. You thought.

"Okay.. Goodnight everyone" you waved at your partners before turning to your team members.

"We were going to a new mission tomorrow but since one you will too tired" You pointed at the male leaving the room "you can have a day off tomorrow" You chuckled as everyone cheered.

It wasn't weird for you to have mission after mission. You were damned good, making the teams with most mission, it was tired luckily you were all more than capable of handling it.

You followed the male to his room before going to your own. You were no way on hell fucking him in his room, besides yours had camera ready to take pictures of him wearing that bunny dress.

Back at with 1-4-1 and Las Vargas, the air was a little awkward, how can it not be when they just watched someone challenging their captain not only that but they demand for their captain to wear something like that if they won, which was straight disrespectful.

Your team on the contrary, were cheering up, happy to have one day off. They soon after three shots begun to bet.

"I bet 50, they are going to go all night" one of them bet, and some followed.

"I bet he won't be able to walk tomorrow" This earned a laugh from all of them before they whispered "poor him"

"I warned him" you right hand said, catching the attention of everyone.

"So you knew" One spoke and your right hand nodded "I asked him not to do it but he disobedience orders" Your right hand took a shot before slamming the cup on the table.

"You are jealous" One said snuggly "Of course I'm jealous, don't tell me you 'rn't... That's captain we are talking about... She's hot" everyone nodded she was indeed hot with those immense breasts, and that hot body full of scares... everyone almost moaned at the thought.

Now even the others(1-4-1 and Las Vargas) were wondering how your hand would feel like..fuck that can make anyone hard.

"She's awesome...Like have you seen her on field..How she took those guys down, like they were nothing...If she stepped on me I will thank her" He nodded to himself, he was drunk out of his mind but they say drunken words are sobber thoughts.

"Mommy" It was supposed to be a whispered under the breath than know should have heard yet they all seem to have, and everyone noticed by how their body tensed, some caught to hide their own embarrassment.

"OKAY! I think we all agreed that it's time to head to bed" everyone sigh in relief as Price spoke averting their attention from their little problem down there.

Everyone left, and once the silence dominated their space, unholy thought start to surface. Each of them imagining what could be happening between you and your male team member, some of them were jealous of him been touched by you.

That night no one slept. Not even you except your drunken team members who could handle some liquor in their system.

[homicidal-slvt]

"Not Just A Shell"

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MDNI

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

Medic|Y/N

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Requested by @ghostslillady

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Warnings: Angsty, Violence, Injury

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You were touch starved- there was no doubt about that.

You craved the warmth of someone but didn't know how to ask for it, instead choosing to mainly focus on your work.

Simon Riley. The Ghost.

His eyes always followed your every movement, deep and unrelenting those pools of hazel were oddly mesmerizing.

"Good morning, Ghost."

"Mornin'."

You flashed him a warm smile and he slowly glanced away- awkward.

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"Jesus Christ..."

You murmured as you tended to a bullet wound in Ghost's leg, he had gotten rather lucky with the injury.

It could have been much worse.

His eyes followed every little motion you made, the way you focused so intently on taking care of him. The wound hurt like a bitch and he occasionally grunted but for the most part he didn't express his pain.

Perhaps it was a defense mechanism- like a cat he hid his suffering to avoid seeming like easy prey.

Oddly enough though you were always the one he seeks out if he's injured. He always requested it be you who tended to him.

He trusts you... Or could it be more than that?

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Your feet hurt from being on them all day, work never ends as war never takes a break.

So much blood spilled- so much crimson staining your hands every single day. Desperate attempts to preserve every life you could.

Life is far from fair in so many ways. So many young men and women's souls slip between your finger tips.

You found yourself relieved to see Ghost and the other boys were okay.

Tired eyes met Ghost's as you sipped on your- third cup of coffee? You weren't exactly sure.

There was a glint of something in the man's eyes that you didn't typically see- was it... Concern?

Maybe you're just imagining things. You've been working way too hard recently.

••

It was late- you didn't know how late but it was definitely far past when you should've been in bed.

Though you couldn't sleep... Just another one of those nights. Your aimless pacing around the hall was interrupted by an all too familiar gruff voice, unintentionally flinching and twirling around to face him as he called out your name.

"It's late."

"I know."

"Why are you up?"

"Just couldn't sleep- plus I could ask you the same thing."

He let out a slight grunt at your oh so typical but quick response. Eyes set on you with that burning stare, you could almost get lost in that gaze of his. It wouldn't be too hard.

"Go to bed."

Brought back from your thoughts, you crossed your arms over your chest. Though before you could fire a shot back he continued.

"We need you. You're not gon' be able to function if you keep this up."

You breathed out a sigh and nodded, he was definitely right. You had to try your best to sleep because if you didn't- you wouldn't be much good to those who were injured.

"Alright. You better try to sleep too."

You didn't really get any response but you hoped he would go to bed... He was needed too and he deserved sleep.

Though you were sure you knew what kept him up at night- he's seen and had to do a lot of things.

He's still human and not immune to that factor. Despite the cold and distant nature of him, Ghost was still a person- in there was still Simon Riley.

He isn't just a shell.

Perhaps that's why he liked you, there was that sort of unspoken understanding. A warmth to you that bled over into him and his daily life.

Finding himself thinking about you more and more. The same way that you thought about him- a craving to touch and hold him but knowing he would push you away if you got too close too fast.

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Vision was blurred and all your senses were on fire.

Last thing you heard was someone yelling your name, desperate screams- then a thunderous boom.

A certain weight leaned into you, your eyes desperately searching for the cause.

Hot and sticky liquid clung to your skin- looking down all you could see was red. Your arms, your legs, the ground... Covered in red.

Everything hurt.

Finally your eyes located it- a large piece of metal had you pinned to the ground. The sharp edge digging into your stomach. It looked almost as though at any moment it could fully give way and slice you clean in half- that possibility made you still all movement.

After that explosion you couldn't risk knocking anything loose, especially not that piece of metal.

You just had to hope and pray you'd be found in time.

You were there to tend to the injured- it was supposed to be safe. That's what they thought.

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{HAHA- Yes it's a cliff hanger. Welcome to yet another series. Again- I have no self control.}

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