#cod oc: kali

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COD OC "Kali" x Reader Masterlist

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COD OC "Ladder" with the 141 Masterlist

Mr. Silent & Mr. Grumpy AU Masterlist

The Iriecester Realm Masterlist

One-Shots

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[konigbabe]

little storm (part iii; set me ablaze)

final part

Author: @konigbabe

Pairing: Keegan Russ x (vague and not described) fem!OC

Word count: 3.8k

Tags/warnings: no y/n; explicit language; keegan calls OC 'kid'; canon compliant; pre-canon; smut; p-in-v sex; kissing; vaginal fingering; cunnilingus; slight dom!Keegan; soft(er) sex; female gendered anatomy; 3rd POV

Summary: Months pass after their latest meeting; yet here she stands, in his room, way past midnight...

A/N: It's been months since I last wrote any piece of creative writing so excuse the possible slight change in tone. I tried to keep it together as much as I could.

masterlist • navigation • faq • AO3

little storm: part i • part ii

A part of her is paralyzed, afraid to make a move; afraid that if she does, she'll break the spell, that he'll retreat back behind his walls and the moment will be lost.

Desire bursting through her veins like liquid fire, all she wants to do is tear off that damn mask – see his face, see the full expression as pleasure takes over him. Yet the mask stays on.

There is an air of impropriety in the way her fingers trace the fresh wounds adorning the delicate skin over her knuckles. A gentle tap echoes through the stillness of the night as she stands before the wooden door, uncertain of what awaits her on the other side. A part of her yearns for him to answer, while another is hesitant, wavering in indecision.

Time had slipped by like a thief in the night since she last saw him.

She’d never admit it but she misses the feel of his presence. The annoyed tone of his voice, the watchful eyes of his that never seemed to miss. They shared a part of their past. Not a significant one, neither one that’d change their lives; but it still made her heart warm to find out that she might be the first person outside his team that saved the Keegan Russ. At least these words were said to her multiple times to her by her colleague after they found out what happened.

The door swings open with ease, revealing a shadowy figure with a mask obscuring his features. Keegan stands still, broad shoulders blocking the view into his room.

Words pool in her mouth, caught by her teeth when attempted to spill. Biting the kindness away, she can’t help but chuckle.

“Damn…you really never take the mask off, huh?” she slips past Keegan’s frame, arm brushing against the hard surface of his chest as she uninvitedly enters the room, “even when you’re alone—“

Her eyes dart around the bedroom. The room is spotless, an oddity in this dim, sulky space. It's too quiet, even the sound of her own breathing feels like an intrusion. The full moon casts a grey hue on everything, making it feel like time has frozen in this room. It matches his demeanor perfectly, she thinks to herself.

“—you’re here.”

Keegan’s voice breaks the silence as he turns around to face her. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, scan her every move as she approaches his bed, noticing the sheets neatly arranged. Her usually confident steps falter in his presence. Usually very secure and confident enough to get by, something about being here, in Keegan’s room, feels intimate.

“What you want, kid?” he meets her steps in the middle of the room.

“I just realized I never got to thank you; for saving me,” her eyes follow him, taking in the way the black military shirt hugs his upper body, vaguely outlining the defined muscles underneath, “twice actually.”

“‘s that all?” he asks.

She looks up at him, trying to read his stoic expression. The sharp and penetrating gaze seem to bore into her very soul. She can't help but wonder what he's thinking, what he sees when he looks at her.

She takes another deep breath, steeling herself to ask the question that's been plaguing her mind since the day she heard. The cuts on her knuckles throb under the bright light, a stark reminder of the past few weeks.

"Why’d you get me into Ghosts?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes flicker to her knuckles, then back up to meet her gaze. There's a moment of hesitation before he speaks, and she can see the flicker of something in his eyes.

"You're good, kid," he finally answers, his voice measured and calm. "It’d be a waste of potential if you left."

She raises an eyebrow at his answer, surprised by its simplicity. "That all?" she asks, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Keegan nods, and she can't help but feel a little disappointed. She’d expected something more profound, some hidden meaning behind his actions.

"And here I was," she says, trying to lighten the mood a little, "thinking that I grew on you." She offers him a small smile, hoping to ease the tension between them.

Above Keegan’s tall frame, the analog clock clicks as it strikes way past midnight, yanking her back to reality. The late hour dawns on her as she realizes they have a lot of work to do the next day.

“Well,” she transfers her weight from one leg to another, stopping herself from clapping, “I better get goin’. We have a lot of work tomorrow–or today, should I say.”

She makes her way towards the door, still slightly ajar.

For a moment, Keegan doesn't respond, his silence stretching on as she grips the door handle. But then he speaks, his voice low and gravelly. It makes her stop in her tracks, her back towards him.

“You’re reckless, impulsive, and a pain in my ass,” he remarks, making her pivot to face him, “but you’ve got potential, kid. And that’s something I don’t come across very often.”

His words jolt her, heat creeping across her cheeks. She’s not used to hearing praise from Keegan, especially not when it’s mixed with insults.

"So yeah," he continues, his tone softer now, "maybe you've grown on me a little bit."

She turns back to face him, a small mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Well, I’ll take that.”

As Keegan closes the distance between them, his long strides are quiet but purposeful. The floorboards creak softly beneath his weight, the sound echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room. His eyes are fixed on her, unblinking and intense, as he steps up before her.

She can feel his heat emanating from his body, warming her as he moves in closer.

"But don't let it go to your head," he murmurs, "I'll still kick you out if you mess up."

Her heart thuds against her ribs as she faces him, her eyes meeting his. There's something different in his gaze now, something that sends a thrill through her. It's as if he's seeing her for the first time, really seeing her, and she can't help but feel a little dizzy.

“But you’re not my captain,” she teases, her eyes flickering down to his torso. Her fingers twitch with a desire to touch him.

“I still outrank you,” he retorts.

“Oh, c’mon,” she exhales theatrically, “you’ve been a lieutenant for a couple of weeks.”

Silence descends on the room, thick and electric with tension. She breaks the stillness with a soft inquiry.

“How's your side?” she asks softly, reaching out to touch his hip.

“It's fine,” he replies. “I've had worse.”

It’s at this moment, her arm barely moving in order to touch his side, that she realizes just how close the man before her actually stands. It emits questions in her head – did he move closer on purpose? Or was it the same string that pulled her towards him all those months ago? That made her run through bullets to get him to safety…

Out of reality, as if she’s watching her own body move on its own, her hand reaches for his mask. Slow. Calculated and careful. As if she’s reaching to grab a piece of delicate glass, afraid it might shatter at any moment.

Her fingers brush against the rough surface of the mask, feeling the contours of it, tracing the edges.

Keegan feels her hand on his mask and for a moment, he hesitates.

Her heart races in her chest as she begins to lift it off his face. The pace tantalizing, she offers him an escape route. Enough time to pull away. To stop her.

Yet the man stands still. Frozen in his own body, he allows the woman to do as she pleases. Vulnerable as the moment might seem, she might not be aware of the fact that he carefully calculates his timing.

Only to grab her wrist when she uncovers his mouth. It’s enough; enough for him to trace her jawline, watch her eyes widen, the moon illuminating her features. Him casting a shadow over her form, trapped between his battle-worn body and the wooden door that seem to survive many airstrikes.

A part of her is paralyzed, afraid to make a move; afraid that if she does, she'll break the spell, that he'll retreat back behind his walls and the moment will be lost.

But then he moves, his hand coming up to cover hers, and it's as if a dam has burst inside her. She leans into him, her lips meeting his in a slow, steady kiss gradually increasing in hunger and neediness. She longs to feel his skin, his body. To touch his soul. To let him light that fire within her bones.

Breaking away, Keegan's eyes flutter open at a leisurely pace, fixated on hers. His expression exudes an aura of tranquillity and satisfaction as if he's at long last discovered what he's been yearning for.

He reaches up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline as he leans in for another kiss. This one is slower, more exploratory as if he's trying to savor every moment of it. His movements are deliberate and controlled, like a man who knows what he wants and how to get it.

Keegan's hand slides from her cheek to the back of her head, tangling in her hair as he pulls her closer to him. For her, it's a kiss that tells her that she's not alone, that he's not just her lieutenant, but her ally, her partner, her friend, and maybe something more.

The day-old stubble scratches the delicate skin on her clavicles as his fingers unzip her jacket, undoing the single button at the top of her shirt to reveal more of her softness. Her content moans only fuel the hunger bubbling deep within Keegan’s insides. Hands grasping her hips, she feels like she’s flying as he picks her up.

Her legs cling to his lean frame, like vines entwining a sturdy tree. Gazing into his topaz-blue eyes, illuminated by the moonlight peeking over his shoulder. She only catches a glimpse of his rugged features before he claims her lips once more. The taste of him, the roughness of his stubble, all enveloping her senses.

Keegan’s walls are slowly crumbling down around her as she grasps the back of his neck. Partially covered in his mask, her fingers slip beneath the scratchy material, nails scratching against his scalp. A content hum assures her of her actions.

He lowers her body down onto the bed, his touch like a feather as he pins her war-ravaged body underneath him. She hears the distorted creak of the mattress as their weight meets in unison. Keegan's name slips from her lips in a breathy sigh, as she feels his warm hand glide underneath her shirt, flattening against her tummy. With his body inching closer to her belt, he halts and pauses, hovering just above her skin. A single question hangs in the air between them.

Locking eyes with her, he softly whispers, "Are you sure?"

Without a word, she nods in response, her hand gripping his shoulder tightly as she surrenders to his touch and allows him to undress her. It doesn’t take long until she’s half-naked underneath the masked man; content with his wandering eyes, roaming hands. Lips tracing the contours of her legs – ankles, knees; then indeed thighs, hips.

Keegan takes his time. Hands gripping under her knees, heels digging into his shoulder blades, she feels his lips trace the apex of her thighs. So close to where she wants him the most, a desperate groan makes its way out of her throat. Shamelessly bucking her hips into his mouth, she momentarily swears to hear Keegan chuckle.

Looking down, the man’s eyes are already looking at her face and she can swear that he’s smirking; unable to see the lower, exposed part of his face. Keegan doesn’t waste much time after she lets out another desperate plea, swiftly and with expertise taking off the last barrier between him and her innermost parts, she lays completely vulnerable before him.

The moment his lips brush against her core, his touch sends a current of electricity throughout her body and she feels herself falling into the abyss. Too much time had elapsed since someone had caressed her with such sensuality, and Keegan's deliberate movements brought her back to life.

Bursting with hidden energy, her sounds grow louder the more his tongue delves inside her. Tasting her. Lapping at her like a man dying of thirst; she completely overtakes his mind as he watches the woman before his eyes twist in pleasure. Rapture coursing through her veins like molten magma, all she wants to do is tear off that damn mask – see his face, see the full expression as pleasure takes over him.

Yet the mask stays on.

She feels like she’s been thrown into boiling water; drowning in the feeling of Keegan’s tongue, fingers curling deep inside her. His hands heating the skin of her chest, feeling her hardened nipples underneath the remaining pieces of clothes none of them bothered to discard.

The symphony of her cries when she finally reaches her peak is music to Keegan’s ears, fueling his ardor as he savors everything of hers with unmatched hunger. Unwavering in his passion, if anything, it only grows more fervent as he loses himself in the intoxicating taste.

Something snaps.

Inside Keegan; something breaks.

The cage holding his inner, primal side of his; it escapes.

Keegan's fingers are like a vice around her thighs, an unexpected surprise that has her muscles tense momentarily. His grip only grows tighter as he easily flips her onto her stomach. Her skin aches from the sudden change of position and she feels his lips lightly brush against the back of her thighs. A gasp spills from her throat as Keegan's teeth dig into her plump flesh, a fire of sensations burning in its wake.

Shameful; that’s how she believes that she should feel.

Shameless; that’s how she truly feels.

She can feel his tongue trace the globe of her ass, moving upwards until he reaches her lower back. Blatantly digging her knees into the mattress, her body moves into override. All sense of rational thought fades away as her instincts kick in, driving her movements to a cardinal level. Her body moves with a life of its own, responding to the sensations coursing through her veins.

The desire coursing through her makes even Keegan’s smallest acts seem as if her whole existence depended on him. The way his voice rasps when he whispers into her ear; feeling his hand knead the skin of her ass.

“You never told me your name,” his teeth mark her shoulder.

That’s when she feels the side of his face brush against hers, a sudden rush of realization washes over her — he’d taken off the mask.

She answers with a name as sweet and gentle as the lilac flowers she'd pick on summer days, as beautiful as the melody of her father's song that used to echo through the kitchen walls, yet still as false as the family she was born into.

His hand clutches the back of her neck, pinning her in place and trapping her in the moment of wild passion, caging in any curiosity or doubt. She unsuccessfully tries to twist around and see him, but instead finds herself pressing further into the lone pillow adorning his bed.

When his fingers scorch her oversensitive folds, each stroke seeking out pleasure spots within; it makes her forget it all. Her hands fist the bed linen, almost tearing it from the mattress.

“Fuck me already,” her impatience grows as he toys with her more. Unbothered by her writhing body. By the way she desperately tries to back into him; to feel him inside. The fabric of his shirt still brushing against her bare back as Keegan stills, hearing her raring demand.

“Manners,” he challenges. He tortures her with his fingers; two of them completely buried, it's enough to bring her back when she would have felt right at home sinking into an infinite loop of pleasure, "I'll keep going until you ask nicely."

“Keegan,” his name tumbles from her lips now more as a plea than as a word, “please," she surrenders willingly, craving for more.

It’s then that she can hear the buckle of his own belt. Feeling its part slide over her bare ass as Keegan works his pants down; not fully, just enough to free his aching cock. It doesn’t really matter to him at this moment, whether he’s fully naked or not. He only wants one thing; and that one thing is laying beneath him. Bare. Vulnerable. Willing and oh so desperate for him.

Fisting his own cock, he can feel his heart pumping; hard fast thuds against his ribcage. All while his other hand grips the pillow right next to her head. A guttural moan escapes his lips as her legs move wider, inviting him in.

His name a sonnet, a mixture of moans and mewls fills the darkened room. The spongy head of his cock teases her entrance, collecting her wetness. Occasionally dipping inside just enough to feel her opening up to him.

He wants to hear her beg once more.

Determined to do it; “Fuck,” is all he’s capable of saying when her walls enclose his tip before he withdraws again. Teeth grazing the same spot on her shoulder, sure to leave a mark after he’s done with her, he continues to repeat the action – just the tip; in and out, drawing sweet cries out of her.

His name becomes a safe haven when mixed with her moans; her writhing body, ass pushed against his hips, thighs enclosing around his.

Gripping the metal headboard, her words fuel his starvation. Tongue tracing the slight teeth marks on her soft flesh, hand flicking over her aching nub, its the simple, sweet little word, the plea, that does it for him–

–”please”.

His pace is slow; teasing. Tempted to thrust all the way as for his it’s been way too long since he felt the exquisite squeeze around his cock, he continues the leisurely tempo. His fingers, circling around her clit, follow the rhythm.

It’s calculated; as everything Keegan does. Steady, quick thrust in. Punishingly slow thrust out. His desire to savor her, to savor the feeling overtaking her very own primal needs. Yet, she’s content. Chest pushed into the hard mattress, the feeling of springs pushing back against her; hand grasping the headboard, feeling its cold surface against her heated skin.

Keegan's rough breath tickles the skin on her neck as his face nuzzles against it, his lips occasionally brushing against her flesh. Her fingers delve into his hair, surprised by its length and texture. Soft and fluffy, with curls that she can feel around his temples. But even with her grip on his hair, she still can't quite see him – he remains a mystery to her.

Even now, deep within her walls, feeling the head of his cock kiss her cervix, Keegan Russ still remains as puzzling as the depths of the sea, unfathomable and enigmatic.

Her hand grips the back of his neck, pushing him forward; lips connecting in a crushing kiss, she can feel the muscles in her neck strain as she desperately sucks on his lower lip. Pulling away with a groan, his hands grip her waist; a single tug forces her lower body to move back on her knees. Breasts firmly pressed into the mattress, arms stretched forward, his name escapes her lips as his thrusts grow impatient. Hard and relentless, hands grasping the skin on her lower body, anywhere he can reach and squeeze.

The pillow muffles her cries of passion for only a moment; until Keegan moans out her name, hand sneaking around her clavicles, to grip the side of her neck just enough to bring her up to him. Back to his chest, the fabric of his shirt scratching her exposed skin, his breath fanning over her ear.

Eyes closed, lost in pleasure and pain, she thrusts backwards, meeting Keegan halfway. Hands gripping his forearm, she can feel the tension building.

Her vision is filled with shimmering pinpricks of light, as though her entire being were consumed by a starry night. Keegan's body moulds to hers, holding her tight in his firm embrace as she reaches the peak of ecstasy. His voice rasps out her name like a prayer, and he clings desperately to her neck, burying his face against her skin.

Breathing heavily, he clings to her as if his life depends on it. His fingers dig into her back, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. She can feel the heat radiating off his body, and his ragged breaths tickle her skin. He's holding her so tightly that it's almost painful; she swears can sense the fear and desperation in his touch. Despite the intensity of the moment, she can't help but feel a sense of comfort in his embrace, knowing that he needs her just as much as she needs him.

It’s not long after that he stirs before getting up, watching as she lets her spent body fall onto his very own bed, face towards his window; she watches as the moon shines over the top of the nearby building while listening to the rustling next to her before a towel lands next to her head.

Turning to face him, a sense of disappointment washes over her as she sees Keegan with his mask back on. Fully dressed, in stark contrast to her completely naked body laying on his bed, illuminated by the night sky. A picture he surely will remember for a long time.

She stares at him, intensely analyzing his stoic expression while her body still pulsates with his own cum leaking out of her cunt.

“You good?” she breathes, breaking the silence between them.

He hesitates before answering. "Yeah, I'm fine, kid. Just...trying to process everything."

A slight grin pulls at the corner of her lips.

“You shouldn’t call me kid now, Keegan,” getting up, she walks towards him, still completely naked, feeling the cold breeze wash over her glistening skin, “makes you look like a paedophile.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh softly, “you’re right.”

“Think I can use your shower,” she asks, “I’m quite sticky if you get me.”

Arms crossed, he nods towards the door next to his bed. She can feel the tension emanating from him and decides to break the silence, "y’know, for someone who just had sex with me, you're awfully distant."

“It’s not like that,” he huffs as she makes her way towards the bathroom door.

"Ah, I see. So, I guess that means no cuddling?" she says playfully, hoping to lighten the mood.

She can see his eyes quint beneath the mask; a small smile surely to decorate his face. But even now, she can still see the walls he's built around himself. "I don't cuddle.”

She shrugs it off, "Suit yourself," and enters the bathroom, leaving him alone in the room. The sound of the shower soon engulfs the space. Keegan stands there for a moment, lost in thought, before finally making his way towards the door. He takes one last glance at the bathroom door, his mind racing with conflicting emotions, before turning to leave.

[avrili136]

Hey! So, i just found your blog on rev’s page, where you sent that AMAZING drawing of her OC and it got me thinking: Do you have an OC? Are them from CoD universe? Cuz queen… YOUR DRAWINGS ARE SO PRETTY OMG OMG YOU SHOULD DEF POST SOME OF THEM 😭😭🩷✨

Fun fact: our profiles are so similar in the design and pfp lolllll its so cool

Cozy song just for you

Aww thank you you are as sweet as a strawberry ✨✨❤️😭

And speaking of OCs, of course I have a lot of OCs and especially in GTA because it is my favorite game ✨ and I also have my own created characters ;3

And Call of Duty OCs of course I have three OCs

The one you are seeing on the screen ✨ is Marinette petit, she is an OC that I imagined when I started being in the cod fandom and I don't regret having created her❤️❤️

She is of French nationality and has a very tall height, I give her 1.79, she is almost 1.80 XD And she is blonde with blue or light blue eyes ;3 .

Fun fact: I made Marinette tall because the Call of Duty guys are very tall so I made Marinette tall and also because I see Cod women who have a small height

And the other two OCs, well I don't have drawings of her but if you want I'll show you one day ✨☺️

Also, what a beautiful song you dedicated to me, it is very beautiful ✨✨✨ thank you.

Here I dedicate my favorite song to you ☺️

[wyllsblade]

hi, i'm kali. welcome to my video game blog!

here you will see call of duty, apex legends, baldur's gate 3 and spider-man. maybe also some overwatch and red dead.

i make gifs, i may upload gameplay, and i write mediocrity over on ao3. i also OC post :3

current ocs on my mind ₊˚⊹♡

Alystin Mysek, bg3

Calpurnia Zimmlar, bg3

Vaughn Ballinger, cod

Florence Howard, rdr2

fics on ao3 ₊˚⊹♡

romance is not dead ⭑ kyle "gaz" garrick x vaughn ballinger

you can see me as a secret mission ⭑ kyle "gaz" garrick x vaughn ballinger

the only one i'll ever miss ⭑ kyle "gaz" garrick x vaughn ballinger

flew like a moth to you ⭑ astarion x alystin

wyllweek day one ⭑ wyll x calpurnia

links₊˚⊹♡

ao3 ᯓ★ pinterest ᯓ★ spotify ᯓ★ 'main' blog @deverys

favorite characters ₊˚⊹♡

bangalore, fuse, reaper, lifeweaver, WYLL RAVENGARD, soap mactavish, harry osborn, lifeline, mad maggie, javier escuella, arthur morgan, gale dekarios, omen, GAZ, the pink-haired dwarf harper that's at last light and calls me pretty, ELLIOTT 'MIRAGE' WITT, tilly jackson, mary-beth gaskill. im SO normal abt the blade of frontiers btw.

[isobel-thorm]

(ask game) 1, 32, 37, and A for OC of your choice! :D

Going back a week bc I'm trash but this was for the OC-Writer combo questions. I'll do this for Kali

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do? Kali's pretty patient, she can usually go a couple of hours with nothing to do. She's a waiting room champ.

32.  Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? Probably not a life story/general story but if someone asks her about Alex she loves telling people that her first interaction with him was bullying him about his hair.

37. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?  She's a "write a list" person and has all the cutesy stationary to prove it.

A) Why are you excited about this character? tbh on a base level I've been dying to use Aurora Perrineau as an fc, but also unfortunately all the CoD boys are also fun to write in theory- and in practice so far, so I like playing in that sandbox.

[multi-muse-transect]

Alright, here’s a muse list if someone is on mobile.

Genis-Vell (MCU)

Rin Mags Bridger/Raya Wren Bridger (SW OC)

Ishiro Serizawa (Monsterverse)

Carol Ward (Halo OC)

Monica Rambeau (MCU)

Shatter (Transformers)

John Price (COD)

Borderlands 3 Vault hunters

Kyle Halsey (Halo OC)

Wally Tannis (Borderlands OC)

Doom Slayer (Doom)

Crash (Doom)

Ace (Destiny/Kingdom Hearts)

Sydney Novak (I Am Not Okay With This)

Lydia Torres (Crysis OC)

Phyla-Vell (Marvel comics)

Robocop (Robocop)

Dokkaebi (Rainbow Six)

Mara (COD)

Forest Redfield (Resident Evil/Last Of Us OC)

Simon Riley (COD)

Conner Cage (MK OC)

Sektor (MK)

Cyrax (MK)

Ruin (COD)

Seraph (COD)

Skarlet (MK)

Wattson (Apex Legends)

Roze (COD)

Aloy (HZD)

Hal Jordan (DC)

Jason Todd (DC)

Frank Woods (COD)

Kipo Oak (Kipo and The Age Of The WonderBeasts) 

Ultimis Crew (COD) 

Sean and Daniel Diaz (Life Is Strange)

Rayla (The Dragon Prince) 

Dokkaebi (Rainbow Six)

Caveira (Rainbow Six)

Aku (Samurai Jack)

V (Cyberpunk) 

Jonathan Mason/Miller (Last Of Us OC) 

Tigress (DC)

Raven (DC)

Geoforce (DC) 

Sam Fisher (Splinter Cell)

Phyla-Vell (Marvel comics)

Damian Wayne (DC)

Windblade (Transformers)

Jonathan Kent (DC)

Blackout (Transformers) 

Terry McGinnis (DC) 

Doomsday (DC)

PowerGirl (DC)

Johnny Silverhand (Cyberpunk) 

Deathstroke (DC)

Victis Crew (COD) 

Masane Amaha (Witchblade)

Edward Buck (Halo) 

Sarah Palmer (Halo)

Chase Devineaux (Carmen Sandiego)

Julia Argent (Carmen Sandiego) 

Kate Kane (DC)

Heron (Blood Of Zeus) 

Nick Reyes (COD)

Barbara Gordon (DC) 

Miles Morales (Marvel)

Shion Sonozaki (Higurashi)

Liu Kang (MK)

Russell Adler (COD) 

Helen Park (COD)

Kali (Rainbow Six) 

Kitana (MK) 

Snake Eyes (GI Joe)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU) 

Grigori Weaver (COD)

Saint-14 (Destiny)

Frost (MK) 

Abigail Brand (Marvel)

Mikasa Ackerman (AOT)

Sonya Blade (MK)

Boba Fett (SW)

Bo-Katan (SW)

Caveira (Rainbow Six)

Jimmy Woo (MCU)

Eda Clawthorne (Owl House) 

Alex Mason (COD) 

Megan Danvers (MK OC)

Jesse Faden (Control) 

Alex Chen (Life Is Strange) 

Revy (Black Lagoon) 

Cloud Strife (FF) 

Mark Grayson (Invincible) 

Bucky Barnes (MCU) 

Booker Dewitt (Bioshock) 

Sam Wilson (MCU)

Sharon Carter (MCU/Canon divergent)

Isaiah Bradley (MCU)

American Kaiju (MCU) 

Chris Redfield (Resident Evil)

Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil)

Ethan Winters (Resident Evil)

Jill Valentine/Captain America (Resident Evil/MCU) 

Atari Kobayashi (Isle Of Dogs)

Chief, Duke, Rex, and Boss (Isle Of Dogs) 

Valkyrie (Apex Legends)

Trevor Belmont (Castlevania)

Jason Hudson (COD) 

Loba (Apex Legends)

Fem! Vision (MCU)

Exo Stranger (Destiny) 

Mar-Vell (EMH/MCU/Ultimate Comics)

Kari Imahara/Valkyrie (Apex Legends)

Lelouch Vi Britannia (Code Geass)

Kallen Kozuki (Code Geass)

Jack Cooper (Titanfall)

Marceline (Adventure Time) 

Immortal (Invincible) 

Mary Somers/Horizon (Apex Legends) 

Ellie Williams (The Last Of Us) 

Issac (Castlevania) 

Alice Shepard (Mass Effect) 

Frank West (Dead Rising)

Chuck Greene (Dead Rising)

Atriox (Halo)

Ilsa Zane (Halo)

Ash (Titanfall/Apex Legends)

Amity Blight (Owl House)

Shleemypants (Rick and Morty)

Hooty (Owl House)

Melina Vostokoff (MCU)

Alexei Shostokov (MCU)

Yelena Belova (MCU)

Captain Carter (MCU)

Sylvie Laufeydottir (MCU)

Miss Minutes (MCU)

Shleemypants (Rick and Morty)

Vivian Vision (Marvel)

Vin Vision (Marvel)

Virginia Vision (Marvel)

Peacemaker (DC)

Bloodsport (DC)

Rick Flag (DC)

Amanda Waller (DC)

Kat (Halo)

Ratcatcher (DC)

King Shark (DC)

Shang Chi (MCU)

Xialiang (MCU)

Wenwu (MCU) 

Natasha Romanoff (MCU/Any-verse) 

Polka-Dot Man (DC)

Sabine Wren (Star Wars)

Dr. Strange Supreme (MCU) 

Heist Nebula (MCU) 

Marcy Wu (Amphibia) 

Taskmaster (Tony and Antonia MCU) 

Pepper Potts (Armored Adventures)

Tony Stark (Armored Adventures-verse)

Namor (Marvel)

Zim (Invader Zim)

Richard Rider (Marvel)

Adam Warlock (Marvel)

Ko-Rel (Marvel)

Emma Frost (Marvel)

Carol Danvers (Marvel)

Drax The Destroyer (Marvel)

John Walker (Marvel)

Jinx (League Of Legends) 

Vi (League Of Legends)

Warwick (League Of Legends)

Caitlyn (League Of Legends)

Colt Vahn (Deathloop)

Julianna Blake (Deathloop)

Evil-Lyn (She-Ra/Noel-verse)

Adora (She-Ra)

Rey (Star Wars)

Trilla Suduri (Star Wars)

Clint Barton (Marvel)

Master Chief (Halo)

Hellboy (BPRD)

He-Man (Noelverse)

Nina Kovan (Halo)

Moon Knight (MCU)

VV Argost (Secret Saturdays)

Drew Saturday (Secret Saturdays)

Doc Saturday (Secret Saturdays)

Zack Saturday (Secret Saturdays)

Dani Rojas (Far Cry)

Anton Castillo (Far Cry)

Teela (Noelverse)

Hudson Griffin (Halo)

Thomas Lasky (Halo)

Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Max Caulfield (Life Is Strange)

Bruce Wayne/Batman (DC/The Boys verse)

Adrian Chase (DC)

Patricia Trayce (DC)

Greg Saunders (DC)

Jin Sakai (Ghost Of Tsushima)

Talanah Khane Padish (Horizon)

Tiny Tina (Borderlands)

Abby Anderson (The Last Of Us)

Tesler (Tron Uprising)

Paige (Tron Uprising)

Sasha Waybright (Amphibia)

Black Adam (DC)

Emilia Harcourt (DCEU)

Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption)

Sadie Adler (Red Dead Redemption)

John Marston (Red Dead Redemption)

Chloe Frazer (Uncharted)

Salem (Halo/Predator OC)

Jin Sakai (Ghost Of Tsushima)

Talanah Khane Padish (Horizon Zero Dawn)

Abby Anderson (The Last Of Us)

Man-At-Arms (MOTU)

Salem (Predator/Halo)

Panam Palmer (Cyberpunk)

Lucyna Kushinada (Cyberpunk)

Adam Smasher (Cyberpunk)

Isaac Clarke (Dead Space)

Quiet (Metal Gear Solid)

Kratos (God Of War)

Lara Croft (Tomb Raider)

Elster (Signalis)

John Carver (Dead Space)

Haruko Haruhara (FLCL)

Tarn (Transformers)

Grimlock (Transformers)

Liara T’Soni (Mass Effect)

Scourge (Transformers)

Nightbird (Transformers)

Optimus Primal (Transformers)

The Armorer (Star Wars)

Tigress (Kung Fu Panda)

Death (Puss In Boots)

Turgle (Star Wars)

Cassian Andor (Star Wars)

Samuel Petrikov/Ice Prince (Adventure Time)

Also if you want to do an NSFW RP, please tell me your age. I don’t do straight shota, loli, water sports, scat, guro, necrophilia, beastiality, and aged up muses. All NSFW threads will be under read more.

[simonxriley]

Let's get salty... 3, 7, 8, 22. The fandom(s): R6S mostly, but if you wanna answer for COD too I don't mind ;)

Thank you! 

Salty Ask List

3: Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Yes, and I think it’s perfectly okay to do so. if you don’t want to see something on your dash, unfollow the person, filter tags, do whatever you want to make tumblr more enjoyable for you. 

7: Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*

The only thing I can’t stand with R6S is the toxicity in game. Like can’t y’all just play the game for fun and not abuse the vote kick button? Also the call of duty fandom, it was great a few years back, now everyone annoys me 🙃

8: Have you received anon hate? What about?*

Yes I have. One was for not liking a character, another was for not liking how some character’s are portrayed (Ghost being and asshole and Roach being written like he’s weak). I also got a comment one time on an old fic that said a female oc isn’t realistic for call of duty 😂

22: Popular character you hate?

Disclaimer, I don’t hate hate them I just don’t like them, except Kali. Kali I hate. 

So who’s popular in R6S? I feel like it changes lmao. But uh Kali, Ace, Finka, Elias Walker, there’s more but brain doing a blank. And I’m like 100% sure you already knew my answer for this XD. 

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okay but like-

older omega reader already having children from a past relationship (their past mate cheated on him and left him that's why he's aprehensive about alphas). all his kids are grown and resemble reader very closely (like someone hit ctrl+C and then edited them slightly to the left in photoshop) and are also built like reader, same height or maybe even taller and have inherited readers death stare except it's x100. all readers kids work physically demanding jobs (hard labor, firefighter, warehouse work, maybe working on a ship) so they're all powerhouses and all turned out to be alphas and ridiculously protective of their "mother" (ik reader is male but in the omegaverse the omega is the birth giver and reader lets his sons call him mom or mama). when they first meet Kali they're immediately distrustful and staring at him with laser eyes like: "mom, who's this?". (think dad Stone with troublemaker reader). readers sons will not let reader and Kali be alone when they're visiting just.... existing in Kalis and readers general vicinity waiting for Kali to so much as breathe wrong at reader so they can snap him in half. they get all pouty and grumbly when they see that reader is genuinely appreciative of Kali and is showing interest so with time they back off but still keep an eye out "just in case"

Alpha!Kali would love omega!Reader's kids. They're his pups now, he doesn't care that they're grown. He's doing everything he can to get in their good graces. He wants to take care of them as much he wants to take care of Reader.

He's not threatened by so many alphas around him, he works with one alpha, so no need for all of these alphas to clash.

Hopefully Kali can get them to like him though, cause he really wants their "mother" to be his mate. He swears he's a good step-father.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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alpha Kali with omega reader who is just.... massive. like mfer is like 7'3 built like a tank and a brick had a baby and put that baby through the gulag mixed with spartan training. reader is from another squad which are all alphas but reader aint no pushover, he's high rank (maybe a captain or colonel) and all his team mates respect him because they know that reader can toss them like sallads all different ways to sunday. reader is older and experienced and calm, sporting a neutral, bored and disinterested look on his face. mates and pups aren't really on readers agenda (man does NOT want to get preggy) he's here to do his job, protect his team and get paid.... and if he ends up grabbing a coffee with Kali that's just a slight deviation from the base plan

Alpha!Kali with a high ranking!omega!Reader gives me life. Like he already gives omegas the same respect as he does other alphas, but you've definitely earned your respect and your rank.

Kali loves the fact that you're here to do your job, he admires that work ethic. Admires the way that you can garner respect from your alpha teammates. He follows you around with the intention of learning more about you, learning how you work.

He's a bit sad that you don't want a mate, his alpha instincts wanting to make you his omega, but he respects your decision. He adores how you're taller and older than him, how you have more experience.

And if there's one thing about Kali, it's that he's trying his best to make you smile. Your neutral, bored look is hot, don't get him wrong, but he wants to make you melt. Wants to show you that despite how much of a goofball he is, he's a good alpha.

He froths at the mouth when you decide to grab a coffee with him, delighted at the chance to woo you. Don't look now, but he's tripping over his feet after you like a lovesick puppy.

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more older omega reader and alpha Kali

reader is finally wooed enough to let Kali into his nest. the nest is big since reader is big but.... it's rather threadbare because reader was raised in a strict household where he wasn't allowed "luxuries" so he was used to having a blanket and two pillows for a "nest". reader invites Kali to lay/sit down and they just chill together until reader falls asleep on accident (reader purrs while sleeping if the sleep is good and the purrs are so deep just like his laugh)

Considering that Omega!Stone also has a rather bare nest due to how he grew up, I'm not saying that Kali has a type.... but if the shoe fits... Anyways, that's not what we're here to talk about.

Kali would be pleasantly surprised that you allowed him into your nest. He is shocked at how you only have a blanket and two pillows for your nest, but he doesn't say anything because he doesn't want you think he's judging you. You fall asleep as you two lay next together, side by side with your head resting on his chest.

His alpha instincts relax at having you close to him, hearing your deep purrs. He wants to keep you like this forever, make sure you're taken care of.

He'd subtly introduce more comfort into your nest, giving you more pillows and blankets slowly but surely. You're his omega in everything except officially, and his alpha instincts are telling him his omega needs a more cozy nest.

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Kali x older omega reader — their first date, or sort of. I think they just went out someday and for Kali, that was undoubtedly a date. The tall, buff, man with that cold stare and intimidating stature, all awkward around the young alpha. It had been so long since he had last a date. Maybe when he had just presented back in school. Perhaps he never even had one. His already limited words are reduced to some mere “yes” and “no”, and Kali swears he even saw the mature omega blush, even if slightly! And don’t think the alpha didn’t miss the older one fidgeting slightly, or the omega’s big hands even playing with each other while he stares down at them.

Just a thought, really.

Kali would melt at the older omega!Reader being so shy on their date.

He's patient, his brown eyes so full of love as he listens to your one-word answers. He doesn't make you have eye-contact with him, letting you stare down at your hands. He goes wherever you want, does whatever you want.

You want to go to a café and get coffee or tea? Kali's gently guiding you inside the café, being such a gentleman as he opens the door for you and pulls out your chair.

You want to go to a park and enjoy nature? Kali sits next to you on the bench and lets you distract yourself from your awkwardness by looking everywhere except him.

There's a hot dog stand or an ice cream cart in the park and you want one? Let Kali pay for it, beloved, he doesn't mind.

He's just happy you're letting him court you, letting him take you out on a date. He feels so lucky.

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okokokok alpha Kali with older, big omega reader was so tasty.

now imagine. reader in all his strict and no nonsense glory.......likes corny dad jokes and slapstick comedy, the type to laugh at someone slipping in a silly way.

so he and Kali are walking around together, discussing some plans or whatever and Kali, too busy being lovestruck, trips over his own feet and goes sprawling on the ground and then he hears it. the deepest, most baritone laugh known to man and it's coming from reader who's chuckling and laughing it up while he helps Kali up with a smile on his face, accentuating his crows feet and dimples.

Kali can die happy now ig

Kali usually prided himself on not being clumsy, he had outgrown that even if he was still a goofball. Omegas and alphas looked at him in awe when they saw how good his reflexes were, how he usually could catch something before it could fall—even if it was himself.

But then you, the taller and older omega, came into the picture. And it was like he was a pup again, so in awe of you that he forgot how to properly function without being clumsy.

He was just looking at you as you two walked, you talking about the upcoming mission your team and The Lions were doing soon. His eyes were shamelessly on your lips, watching them move as you spoke.

And he was so deep in focus about your lips that he tripped over his feet when he realized your long legs were taking you away from him as he had briefly stopped for a moment to stare at your lips.

The trip caused him to fall head-first, his face luckily being cushioned by his hard-plated half-black-half-blue mask. Kali grunted as he was sprawled out onto the tiled floors of the Shadow Company base. He was feeling embarrassed until he heard it; your laugh.

It was a deep baritone laugh, deeper than even Sarabi's laugh. Your timbre vibrations sent shivers down his spine, Kali wondering if he was in heaven for a moment.

He looked up at you, his lips parted beneath his mask and neck gaiter. You looked so ethereal, laughing at his sprawled form. The crow's feet beneath your eyes were accentuated and your dimples were showing from the smile on your face.

Kali swore in that moment that he'd always have you laugh like that. Even if it meant embarrassing himself more often.

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Light Footsteps

*A group of Shadows huddled in a corner in the hallway, talking to each other* Shadow 1: Yeah, so he shot me and I was like, "What the hell?" Because he was only supposed to shoot me in the calf, not the thigh! Shadow 2: I still think it's weird that you thought being shot in the leg in order to get sent to the infirmary was a good way to woo the medic that you like. Shadow 3: Yeah, me too. Wouldn't it have been eas— Kali, having walked up without anyone realizing because his footsteps weren't heard: Hey, guys! What are we talking about? Several Shadows bolting away at once because they had just been snuck upon: Fuck! Kali, staring at where most of them were but are now gone with the exception of Shadow 2: What just happened? Shadow 2: *realizes she has to be the one to tell Kali* Well, dude, you walk really light. Like, super light. Kali, confused: What do you mean? Shadow 2: We can't hear your footsteps, like you really are The Phantom of the Opera. We didn't hear you approach, at all. Kali: *remembers all the times his old squad joked about getting him a collar with a bell like the ones for cats and how he thought they were all exaggerating* Kali: Oh.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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more older omega reader and alpha Kali

maybe some heat headcanons (nothing ecplicit, a little suggestive if you can but if not just fluff then) i want to see Kali helping reader build a more abundant nest because reader grew up with less than the bare minimum

Fluffy headcanons about Alpha!Kali helping Older Omega!Reader with his heat! This is kinda short, whoops.

Kali 100% tries his best to subtly ease you into having a more abundant nest. Though you definitely catch on because for a man who has light feet, he's terrible at ensuring you don't see him placing more blankets and pillows when you already placed the bare minimum in the nest you built.

He is your personal heater and he'll stay with you in the nest for hours, only getting up to get you food and water. You drift off to sleep because of how warm he is.

You don't even have to ask him to scent you, Kali will happily do it. He's through with scenting you too, not letting a single inch of you be not covered in his scent.

Now this is a little suggestive, but he would let you "use" him to get through your heat if that's what you wanted. Is it really using him if he's willing subjecting himself to your desires? (It's the only time he'll truly relinquish control.)

If you don't want to act on your desires, that's fine too. He's happy to cuddle you. He'll cuddle you in any and every position you want him to cuddle you.

If you're up for it, Kali will talk to you and talk about anything. He'll keep your mind off your heat and focused on just being in the moment with him.

Kali helps you disassemble your nest when your heat is done. He's a gentleman like that. He puts every blanket and pillow in the dryer and then showers you with kisses because you deserve kisses for enduring the heat.

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Vampireking!reader: I am the most powerful Vampire King the world has ever seen. I command legions of dark creatures. I have defeated many vampiric sovereignty, and none of them could even come close to my level! I have been on this earth for over thousands of years! I am not a Vampire king, I am the Vampire king!

Kali: Baby, do you want mashed potatoes or lasagna for dinner

Stone: Sweetheart, do you need me to pick you up some blood bags?

Vampireking!reader: *giggling and smitten like a schoolgirl* 🤭

I like to think that Kali is the more dominant one in this polycule, simply because it's so Kali to just take the lead. He asks you what you want for dinner, giving you a choice between two options, and you just melt at the authority that man wields. Sure, you're a vampire king, but it's Kali. He's gentle, but he's stern. He gets his way but he doesn't neglect your own needs.

Stone is such a people pleaser. Okay yes, he won't let you drink from him, but he'll fret over you. Let him give you blood bags from the base hospital so you don't accidentally run out of your own supply. He follows your lead.

The polycule is nice in that respect, you can be led or you can be followed. All that matters is which one you seek out for that specific need.