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How do you meet COD Men ? - AU civilian

Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price, König, Rudy, Alex, Nikolai

(Sorry in advance for my mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. So sorry if it's badly written, mid or if they're OOC)

SOAP as a firefighter : 

-"911, how can I assist you today?"

-"I think there's been a break-in at my place!"

-"Could you describe the intruder, ma'am?"

-"It's... a turkey."

-"A turkey?"

-"Yeah, one of those gobbling birds! My neighbors use a live one for their Thanksgiving, and it somehow busted loose. It barged into my place through the door, gave me a real fright. I dashed into my bathroom, but it went all 'Rambo' on my door, and now it's busted. My handle is broken, I'm stuck in here!"

-"Don't worry, help is on the way."

-And that's when you met Soap. There he was, showing up at your doorstep in full firefighter gear.

-"Hey there ?" he greeted, axe in hand, ready to face off against the rogue turkey.

-You weren’t kidding, he thought.

-He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the havoc that bird had wreaked in your place.

-Your poor sofa was toast, and your table was in pieces. Slowly, he made his way to the damaged door.

-"Hey there, Ah’m a firefighter. I’m here tae break down the door. Please step back."

-"Oh thanks ! I was starting to think I'd be spending the night bawling in my bathtub."

-He chuckled.

-"Wouldnae want a lovely person like yerself spendin’ Thanksgiving solo."

-"Thanks," you replied.

-"I'll get started," Soap said as he began dismantling the door.

-"Here, it looks like the turkey's gone," he reported.

-But when he turned to you, he noticed something amiss.

- Normally, people were relieved to see him, not scared out of their wits.

-His gaze shifted back, and that's when he saw it—the monstrous turkey, ready to pounce.

-Without a second thought, he scooped you up, effortlessly carrying you despite whatever size or weight you were, and bolted past the bird.

-"Why's that thing so fast?" he exclaimed.

-"They're practically dinosaurs, I swear!" you cried from the safety of his arms.

-You both made it to the street. Soap dialed up a wildlife specialist to handle the feathery menace.

-"Ah’l swearin’ off turkey forever," he vowed.

-"I think finding a new place to live might be a good idea," you whispered, still trying to calm your nerves.

-"Aye, yer neighbors are some real characters for pullin’ a stunt like this."

-"Thanks again for this. I mean, I'm sure you've got more pressing cases."

-"No’ really. Usually, it's just family squabbles. Last time, Ah had a grandma tryin’ tae kill her son wi’ mashed potatoes," he joked.

-"Grandma can get wild," you chuckled.

-"Ye have no idea. Name's John, by the way. Sorry for forgettin’ ma manners."

-"Hey, a wild turkey trying to take me out can do that to a person," you quipped. "I'm Y/n," you added.

-He grinned.

-“I owe you big time, Soap," you said, finally stepping out of the bathroom. "Guess this Thanksgiving, I'll be giving thanks for firefighters and sturdy bathtubs."

-Soap gave you a reassuring smile. "Hey, it's all in a day's work. Plus, -it's not every day I get to play hero to a person in distress... from a turkey."

-After the turkey trouble was sorted, Soap bid his farewell. Little did he know, two days later, your new neighbor would be attempting to cook aluminum in his microwave. Maybe this time he'd find a moment to ask for your number.

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GHOST as a chef : 

-The poor waitress had asked you twice if you wanted to order by the time your date arrived. But it was painfully obvious. 

-You had been stood up.

 -You tried to ignore the looks, the sensation of your clothes feeling too tight, too constricting. You felt like a clown.

-Staring at your phone, you sent messages, hoping for excuses like traffic or an important matter.

-Maybe he had a flat tire, or perhaps his boss demanded he stay late. Yet, two hours later, you were still there, feeling like a fool.

-That's when the message came: "Oh, I was just joking, you're not my type, you know."

-Tears welled in your eyes as you felt the humiliation wash over you.

-How could someone flirt for two months just as a joke? He messaged you every night; how were you supposed to know it was all a farce?

-Biting your lip, you stood up.

-At this hour, you hoped there were still buses running.

-You couldn't afford an Uber. Yet, as you gathered your things, the waitress approached.

-"Excuse me, but your food will arrive."

-"I... I'm sorry, but I can't... I can't afford anything here, and my date stood me up. He was supposed to pay, and..." you rambled, feeling ashamed, but she led you back to your seat.

-You felt even more ashamed. This place was so luxurious.

-"I really can't afford it, madam," you whispered.

-"It's on the house. The chef offered it," she said gently.

-"Oh."

-You didn't know if you felt grateful or not. It felt like pity, but food from a Michelin-starred restaurant was still a luxury, so you ate. It was unbelievably good. You felt so thankful to the chef.

-"I... could I thank him?" you asked after finishing your dinner.

-"He doesn't speak to clients. That's why he opened his own restaurant — so he could remain unseen by his patrons and not be obligated to accept their thanks, As he says “I Ghost clients”" the waitress explained.

-"I see. His dishes are so precise, it's impressive."

-"Yeah, he's good with a knife."

-"Well, thanks again for offering me this. It was a crappy night, but at least I ended up in heaven," you said.

-She smiled, and you left.

-But you felt indebted to him. Dishes like that cost a lot.

- Even if you didn't doubt he could afford it, you felt like you had to do something in return.

-So the next night, you baked cookies.

-You felt ridiculous with your small Tupperware and homemade cookies.

-They'd probably taste awful to him, you thought, but you wanted to repay him.

-"Hi, I... wanted to give this to Ghost? He offered me dishes last time, and I wanted to thank him. I understand if you say no. I mean, it could have poison in it, but..." you rambled to the waiter.

-"No need, we'll take it," the waiter with a mohawk said with a smile.

-You felt like he knew something you didn't. As you were about to leave, a tall, blond man walked over, holding a cookie.

-"Thanks," he said with a gruff voice behind his mask.

-Shit. Ghost was... this man?

-This mountain of muscles made those beautiful dishes? Those meticulous details came from his hands? You were impressed.

-"Do you like it?" you asked, unsure.

-"Best cookies I've tasted."

-"I know you're lying."

-"Second," he admitted. "My ma's were better."

-You chuckled.

-"I can give you the recipe. I mean, you really saved me last night. It was so... humiliating."

-"It's not. The only one who should feel ashamed is the bloke who stood you up, love."

-"You're right, but still."

-"Come back again, Friday. With the recipe."

-"I can send it by email."

-"I want you to taste a new dish."

-"Oh."

-"Having someone honest is nice. It's a change from all the compliments."

-"Okay," you agreed.

-Little did you know, Simon would always find new dishes to make you come back.

-Of course, he could ask his sous-chefs or waiters to taste, but seeing your smile or frown after a taste was so much better.

-(I need a long fic about Simon being a chef, like this AU has so much potential, plus in kitchen you have “brigade” which could be like 141)

GAZ as a primary school teacher : 

-You were on your usual delivery route, this time dropping off packages at the primary school.

-As you made your way through the corridors, you spotted Gaz, the primary teacher, who greeted you with a smile.

-"I was waiting for you," Gaz said cheerfully.

-"Oh, am I right on time?" you responded, glancing at your phone in confusion.

-"Yes, but the kids are eager," Gaz explained.

-You furrowed your eyebrows. Eager for what? Seeing a delivery person? Or perhaps the contents of your package were something special, like paintings or other intriguing items?

-"I see," you said, still puzzled.

-"Follow me," Gaz instructed, leading you into his classroom before you could protest.

-As you entered, you were met with the curious gaze of twenty pairs of eyes.

-It dawned on you as you glanced at a piece of paper – Gaz had mistaken you for the guest speaker, an athlete scheduled to address the students.

-"Sir, I think there's been a mistake," you whispered to Gaz, but before you could say more, a child wrapped their arms around you.

-"I'm so glad you're here!" the child exclaimed, melting your resolve. How could you shatter their excitement?

-You couldn’t bear to crush their excitement. Besides, it was clear that the athlete wasn’t going to show up; it was already 10 AM, and they were supposed to be there by 8AM according to the schedule on the board.

-And so, you found yourself spinning tales to answer their questions, pretending to be the athlete they expected. 

-“Um, hey there ! Being an athlete is pretty cool, you know” you improvised, trying to sound convincing.

-“How does it feel to do sports all day ?” one curious kid asked

-“Well it’s tough but you know riding horse is fun”

-“I thought you were running”

-“RUNNING ! Of course, horse is just a hobby” you blurted out

-Despite your fibs, the kids beamed with admiration, hanging onto your every word.

-After a couple of hours, Gaz approached you with a knowing smile.

-"You're not the athlete, are you?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

-"How did you figure it out?" you replied sheepishly.

-"When you mentioned unicorns helping your coach – that was a dead giveaway," Gaz chuckled. "But I appreciate you playing along."

-"I couldn’t bear to disappoint the kids. Kids' dreams are important," you admitted, feeling a twinge of guilt.

-"Yeah, they are," Gaz agreed. "Thanks for going along with it."

-"It was more fun than my usual deliveries, anyway," you admitted with a grin.

-“Wait, your boss won’t be mad ?! I mean two hours, sorry you must be so late, no ?”he said worried

-“Don’t worry you were my last”

-As you prepared to leave, Gaz introduced himself properly.

-"Thanks against or helping out. And by the way 'm Kyle, but the kids call me Gaz – it's easier for them," he explained.

-"It was nice meeting you, Gaz," you said sincerely, touched by his kindness towards the children.

-As you left the school, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment. And to your surprise, when you made your next delivery, there was Gaz, offering to lend a hand. 

-"Thought you might need some help this time," he said with a wink.

-Maybe it was repayment for your earlier assistance, or perhaps the kids had teased him about having a crush on you – either way, you were grateful for his company.

PRICE as an uni history teacher :

-It was about 10 PM, and there you were, sprinting in high heels, your wig dangling precariously.

-"Oh, for the love of all that’s good," you muttered under your breath.

-The situation was straightforward, yet utterly absurd.

- You, a university teacher, found yourself at a costume party with a Bridgerton theme.

- After hastily getting ready at your friend’s place, it dawned on you that you had forgotten your house key.

-Sure, crashing at your friend's was an option, but you had a furry friend waiting at home who needed your attention.

-So, off you went, driving back to the only place your keys could be: the teacher's offices at the university.

- Picture this: you, clad in an 18th-century outfit, a fake wig teetering on your head, and a petticoat swishing around, all the while cursing your luck and hoping no students would spot you.

-Finally, you reached the office, finding it deserted. You located your keys and—

-"Quite the accurate ensemble, I must say."

-You froze, turning to find a man with a rather impressive beard. "Um, I can explain?"

-"Are you a student?" he asked.

-"No need to butter me up; I know I don't exactly look like one," you confessed.

-He chuckled. "Sorry, I was just trying to give you an out. You know, student parties and whatnot."

-"Thanks, but yeah, I'm the… new teacher. Guess we haven't crossed paths yet. Been here about a month," you said, extending your hand.

-"Well, isn't this a fortunate coincidence?" he remarked.

-"How so?"

-"I’m John Price," he revealed.

-Your eyes widened. Oh, crap. You just met THE history teacher of the campus dressed as a Bridgerton character. What were the odds?

-He laughed. "Nice to meet my new colleague. Heard quite a bit about your work."

-"Likewise, and… sorry about the attire," you apologized.

-"No need. It suits you. Makes me feel like a proper gentleman seeing someone dressed like that," he said with a grin.

-You chuckled nervously. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Mr. Price."

-Little did you know, your next class for the first year was a shared one with him. Dodging him might not be as simple as you thought.

NIKOLAI as a F1 pilot :

-Your friend's desperate plea over the phone stirred something in you.

-"Alright, I'll come help with the shoot," you conceded, feeling a flutter of excitement mixed with apprehension.

-As you arrived at the location, taking in the serene surroundings, you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place among the bustling crew.

-Your specialty lay in capturing the untamed beauty of animals—dogs, cats, and the like.

-This commercial setup felt like a far cry from your usual stomping grounds.

-Engaging in conversation with the staff about the artistic direction, you couldn't help but notice the artificiality of the setting, with fake plants and trees surrounding you.

-Nevertheless, you settled in, adjusting lights and preparing for the task at hand.

-"The model is here," an assistant announced, drawing your attention to the center of the room where a man stood, completely naked.

-"Why is he naked?" you whispered in disbelief, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks.

-"It's for the charity event, featuring naked pilots for calendars," the staff explained casually, oblivious to your discomfort.

-Stunned, you turned to your friend, silently questioning her decision to involve you in this unconventional endeavor.

-"I photograph nature and animals, not... naked humans!" you protested, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

-"Well, technically, you photograph a big snake," she quipped, a mischievous glint in her eye.

-You rolled your eyes, suppressing a sigh. "Ugh, don't even mention his...thing, please."

-"I don't mind being called an anaconda," the man interjected with a smirk, his gaze lingering on you in a way that made your heart race.

-Caught off guard by his boldness, you shifted uncomfortably, suddenly hyper-aware of his proximity.

- "Sir, I'm sorry, but I wasn't warned about these... circumstances," you stammered, struggling to maintain composure.

-"I understand. If we need to reschedule, no problem, Солнышко ," he reassured, his voice low and soothing, sending shivers down your spine.

-"What did you just say?" you asked, unable to hide the hint of fluster in your tone.

-"Sorry, I meant no problem to reschedule, sunshine," he clarified, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

-"But you're... a star?" you questioned, feeling a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

-"I'm a well-known F1 pilot, yes. But I'm closer to retirement than those young ones. I doubt people would buy the calendar for me," he admitted with a self-deprecating chuckle, his vulnerability tugging at your heartstrings.

-"I'd certainly buy it for you," your friend chimed in, breaking the tension with a playful grin.

-He laughed, his gaze lingering on you with a warmth that made your cheeks flush. "And you?"

-"I... maybe? Okay, we'll do it, but I can't guarantee anything. I'm more accustomed to animals, so..." you trailed off, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the prospect of working closely with him.

-"Let's get started," he suggested, his smile softening the edges of the room and easing your nerves.

-And so, the shoot commenced, with Nikolai proving to be a surprisingly adept model, effortlessly charming everyone with his wit and charisma.

- As you directed him through the poses, you couldn't help but notice the subtle tension between you, a magnetic pull that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

-"Thanks for today. Need a ride?" he offered, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

-"No, I came in my car," you replied, torn between the desire to stay and the need to escape the overwhelming atmosphere.

-"The red one?" a staff member inquired, oblivious to the undercurrents swirling between you.

-"Yeah, why?" you asked, feeling a knot form in your stomach at the thought of your car.

-"Sorry, mate, your car got impounded," they informed you, their words puncturing the bubble of tension that had enveloped you.

-You sighed, feeling a sense of defeat wash over you. "So, a ride?" Nikolai offered, his gaze softening with concern.

-"Yeah, I guess. What a crappy day," you muttered, cursing your luck.

-"Don't say that, it was great," he insisted, his voice gentle and reassuring.

-You nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude towards him for his unexpected kindness. In his car, as he drove you away from the chaos of the shoot, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you, a feeling that was only amplified by his soothing presence.

-"Not what you were expecting, huh?" he remarked, his tone playful yet sincere.

-"Well, I wasn't expecting a race car drive, but yeah," you chuckled, feeling the tension between you slowly dissipating.

-"I drive safely. Sometimes you need low adrenaline," he explained, his words resonating with you in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

-"Thanks again for the ride," you said, turning to him with a smile that felt more genuine than any you had worn all day.

-"No problem. I mean, you've seen me naked, so..." he trailed off, a mischievous glint in his eye.

-"Yeah, sure," you laughed, feeling a warmth spread through you at the playful banter.

-"If you want, you can still come to one of my races," he offered, his gaze lingering on you with a hopefulness that sent a flutter of excitement through your chest.

-"I'll think about it," you replied, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at your lips as you contemplated the possibilities that lay ahead.

ALEX as a lawyer :

-You couldn't believe your eyes.

-A client was after you for a cup of tea—yes, you heard that right, a freaking tea!

-The same tea you accidentally spilled during a chaotic rush, and she tripped you with her feet, claiming you scalded her with hot tea. The kicker?

-You knew it was iced tea.

- But it was your word against hers, and she had a squadron of lawyers ready to pounce, while you were broke. It was pretty clear how this would end.

-You sighed, resorting to searching for lawyers online, but all you found were scams.

-One promised to chase after dead people, another claimed you'd make thousands just by being pretty, and the rest boasted about defending infamous criminals with laughably bad Photoshopped images.

-Feeling desperate, you reluctantly agreed when your mom mentioned your cousin knew someone who knew someone. You certainly didn't expect a model-lawyer showing up at your doorstep with a bright smile and legal expertise.

-"Hi, I'm Alex," he offered his hand.

-"Hi, I guess you know about my... case?" you replied.

-"Yes, there's a high chance of her winning since similar cases have ruled in favor of people like her. Remember the McDonald's hot coffee incident?" he explained.

-"So I'm screwed?" you muttered.

-"Not necessarily. I can prove she's acting out of self-interest."

-"...before you say anything, you know, I can't... afford it?" you interjected.

-"Yes. I... I used to be a prominent lawyer. Perhaps you've heard of the Shepherd case?" he mentioned.

-"The CEO who got off the hook despite everyone knowing he committed tax fraud?" you recalled.

-"Yes, I was his lawyer," he admitted.

-"Oh," you murmured, taken aback.

-"I... I'm not proud of the people I've defended. I didn't realize the harm I was causing to victims. For me, everyone deserved representation, but when I saw what Shepherd did with his ill-gotten gains... I couldn't continue down that path. I signed up to advocate for people. Not evil," he confessed.

-"So you took on lost causes like me?" you mused.

-"You could say that," he smiled.

-"Well, it sounds like Daredevil. Maybe I'll catch you wearing a latex suit at night while fighting crime," you joked.

-"You might be onto something there," he replied, his expression serious.

-"Wait, you're joking?" you asked, but he didn't crack a smile.

-"Mr. Keller, you're joking, right?" you pressed, but he just smirked.

-"Let's focus on your case," he redirected.

-"You can't just dodge my question. I need to know—" 

-"Boxing. I box at night, nothing illegal. I train kids, and I've competed in the past," he confessed.

-"I see. Why do I find that hard to believe?" you teased.

-"I'm a damn good liar. I'm a lawyer," he retorted.

-"Fair point," you chuckled.”well at least I believe in the latex suit at night”

-“Kinky”he joked, you smiled.

-Alex got down to business, helping you devise a strategy.

-Maybe with this super lawyer on your side, you stood a chance. Yet, you couldn't shake the curiosity about his secrets. Who knows what uncovering them might bring?

KÖNIG as a baker :

-König had just opened his bakery.

- Eager to be neighborly, he sent some cookies to the local shops nearby.

- However, when his customers arrived one day, one of them expressed hesitation: "You know, I was hesitant to buy here because I heard you made the florist down the street sick."

-König couldn't believe his ears.

- Ashamed, he double-checked his ingredients, but everything seemed fine.

-So, he decided to switch things up and bake some croissants instead.

-Yet, the next day brought news that the florist had fallen ill due to food poisoning.

-Determined to make amends, König sent something different the following day.

-And the pattern repeated itself. After a week of this, he finally decided to confront the florist.

-Entering their cute shop, he whispered nervously, "Hallo."

-"Hi," you replied.

-"I'm König, the—"

-"The baker," you interrupted.

-He froze.

-Well, he certainly hadn't made a good impression.

-After seven incidents, he couldn't expect a warm reception, but he hoped you’d understand he hadn't done it intentionally. He wasn't a villain.

-"I'm sorry about the pastries," he began, "I swear I don't know what went wrong. Other shops ate them and had no issues. I—"

-"I know you're not trying to poison me," you interjected.

-"Oh, but... then why?" he asked.

-"I thought someone would have told you, maybe Horangi, the chef at the restaurant. But I'm lactose intolerant. I assumed you knew, so I ate your pastries thinking someone had informed you. Then, I realized that wasn't the case. But if I didn't eat your gift, you might have thought I was upset with you, so I still ate them, and—"

-"It was a misunderstanding," König finished their sentence.

-"Two anxious people overthinking things, but yeah," you admitted, laughing.

-"I promise to bake you something lactose-free," he vowed.

-"Thanks, it'll be appreciated. Your pastries were good, just not for my digestive system," you replied.

-He nodded and returned to his bakery, pondering the idea of introducing gluten and lactose-free versions of his pastries. Surely not because of the cute florist who seemed to visit more often now. Nah.

RUDY as a librarian :

-You were a young journalist, eager to dive into investigative reporting, but your editor relegated you to the local sports section since you were the new kid on the block.

- It wasn't exactly your passion, but you made the best of it. Your current assignment: write about Rodolfo Parra, a former boxer.

-Avoiding the internet due to its unreliable nature, especially for local stories, you opted for the library.

- As you searched for information on Parra, a man approached.

-"Need a hand?" he offered.

-You glanced at his badge, confirming his name as Rudy.

-"Yeah, I'm digging up info on the boxer Rodolfo Parra. I heard his early days were at the local club, so I figured the archives might have something," you explained.

-Rudy smiled. "Rodolfo Parra, huh?"

-"Yeah, you know him?"

-"You could say that, but I've heard he's not too keen on journalists."

-"Exactly why I couldn't land an interview," you sighed.

-"But why write about him? He retired two years ago," Rudy questioned.

-"My boss wants it, so here I am," you replied with a hint of resignation.

-"I've got some info, but can I trust you?" Rudy hesitated.

-"Absolutely, I'll respect his privacy. I just want to know his story, his struggles. I've heard rumors about a fixed fight where a coach, El Sinombre, forced him to lose," you shared.

-Rudy's expression darkened. "It was more than that. I'm surprised you know about it."

-"I've delved into El Sinombre's dealings before. I wanted to write for investigative reporting," you confessed. "I found it odd that a sports club had ties to a pharmacy."

-"They developed stimulants to win fights, and more... potent substances," Rudy revealed.

-"So Rodolfo lost to a doped-up opponent?" you concluded.

-"Yeah. Rumor has it, El Sinombre threatened his family if he didn't comply. Rodolfo vowed never to lose, so El Sinombre took matters into his own hands..." Rudy trailed off.

-"And Rodolfo ended up paralyzed," you finished solemnly.

-"Yeah, but with rehab, he's probably walking now. But he can't fight anymore," Rudy confirmed.

-"Having your dreams crushed like that must be devastating. A fighter silenced," you mused.

-"Maybe it was for the best," Rudy countered.

-"You think so?" you questioned.

-"Boxing isn't a lifelong career. Maybe retiring was a blessing," he reasoned.

-"I don't know, having your dreams shattered like that... it must take a toll. Imagine if someone burned down your library," you countered.

-"Well, this library was my backup dream, so I'd just have to find another," he quipped.

-You nodded, then realization dawned. "Your backup dream?"

-"Yeah," Rudy admitted. "Rudy for Rodolfo. Not the smartest move for a future investigative journalist, huh?"

-"Hey! You—yeah, I was naïve, but you could've given me a heads-up," you teased back.

-"Now, tell me about your boss. Things might be more complicated than we thought," Rudy suggested.

-"Do you think El Sinombre is after you?" you pondered.

-"We'll find out," he replied cryptically.

-Maybe your beat would evolve over time...

If you want more : my masterlist

I still need to write Alejandro, Lasswell and Farah, maybe in a next part with other characters :) !

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Pretty ‘N Pink

summary: putting pink bows on the guys dicks (and farah’s strap), feat: price, ghost, gaz, soap, alejandro, rodolfo, graves, farah

warnings: blowjobs, handjobs, smut, fluffish, marking, gn!reader (but they wear lipstick)

Price is a bit confused when you ask. He isn’t on any social medias, and so is unaware that putting bows on things is a trend. Still, he lets you do it. 

You’re sitting in his at-home office, he’s perched in his chair, manspreading proudly as you kneel in front of him. He watches you intently as you unbuckle his trousers, pulling his cock from its confinements. You spit on your palm before you take it in your hand, feeling the warmth coming off of it. You give him a harsh tug, then two until he starts to chub. You smile before moving your head to lick a stripe along his cock, following the green bulging vein that decorated the side. 

You hear him groan out above you, clearly ready for you to continue. 

Satisfied with his cock standing tall and proud, you move to grab the ribbon. You wrap it around his cock once, adoring how the color matched his flushed member. You looped the ribbon through, creating a bow. You picked up the scissors and snipped the ribbon. 

You leaned back on your heels, supporting yourself with your arms which were extended behind you. 

You beamed at his cock for a moment before John spoke, “Satisfied, doll?”

You nodded, “Very.”

He smirked, “Good, now why dontcha finish what you started and put those pretty lips around me again,”

Ghost was highly amused with you, and always willing to entertain your silly little ideas. He was sitting on the edge of your shared bed, thighs spread with you sloppily kissing up and down his cock. He loved the feel of your soft lips on his shaft, and loved the lipstick marks you left on it. Not only were they pretty, but they were also you. Maybe Simon has a slight possessive streak, but it goes both ways. 

He likes how you mark him up.  

“Tha’s it, lovie, get me nice an’ hard for you,” he praised, grinning down at you as his cock slowly hardened fully. You planted one last kiss to the tip before moving to grab your supplies. 

You wrapped the bright pink bow around the middle of his cock, admiring how it contrasted to the grayish pale color of his cock and ice blue vein. 

“You’re so pretty, Si,” 

“Yeah the bow does look good, doesn’t it? It would look better with a few more of your lipstick smudges, dontcha think?”

And who were you to deny him?

You moved to kiss on his thighs, massaging the scarred flesh between your fingers. He let out a hum in appreciation, and you moved towards his bollocks. 

You kissed them too, not minding the blond hair that decorated them. It was sparse, after all. Just another piece of him for your lipstick to stick to. 

Gaz was willing to try most things once for you. So when you asked to put a bow around his cock, who was he to say no? He’s certainly tried weirder things with you before. 

Pegging, rimming, sounding, all things tried. But he’s also tried different non-sexual things with you that were new to him, like doing each others makeup, finding the weirdest recipes on line and forcing each other to try them, among hundreds of other things. 

“So, can I?” you asked cheerfully, beaming at him and drawing him free from his thoughts. 

“Of course,”

“Yay! Do you mind jerking yourself off while I go get the ribbon? That way you’ll be nice and hard by the time I get back,”

“Sure,” he nodded. Of course he would do it for you. Anything for you. 

So now here he was, sitting on your worn couch, palming his cock to the thought of you. Would you suck him off with the bow on? Would you let him fuck you with the bow on?

He smiled at you when you walked inside, almost dropping the ribbon in your hands at the beautiful sight that was him. 

You rushed over, kneeling between his muscular thighs, stringing the ribbon and wrapping it around the cut head of his cock. 

You giggled, leaning back, “It looks so pretty, baby,”

“Yeah? Pretty enough for me to fuck you like this?”

Soap was smirking at you, and you just knew he had a bad idea. Then again, when didn’t he? Bad ideas were kind of his thing. When he wasn’t being a genius in the military. 

“So, bonnie, I found myself having a wee idea,” Oh no, “What if ye tied a bow ‘round m’ cock?” He had to be joking.  You glared at him, raising your brows with a scoff. 

“Nae bonnie, donnae give me tha’ look. I just know ye will be slobberin’ all o’er it once it’s finished,”

Unfortunately for you, he was right. As you sat on your knees between his thighs you felt arousal building within you. His thick, weeping cock looked heavenly in general, and somehow even better with the silly little bow wrapped around the girthy base. 

You ran the pad of your thumb along the underside, scooping up precum and sucking it off, earning a hiss from him. His taste was sweet and salty, and while realistically you knew the bow didn’t change his semen, you couldn’t help but think-

“Think the bow makes you taste better,” you smirked. 

“Tha’ so? Ye saying I’m not always bloody delightful to have in yer mouth?” he countered, not accepting your backhanded compliment in the slightest. 

You shook your head, “Fucking nasty, Johnny,” you grinned as you finally took him into your mouth. 

He moaned instantly, bucking his hips shamelessly into your mouth, “C’mon bonnie, bloody hell. Jus’ like tha’,”

Alejandro never thought that he would allow someone to do this to him. Never in a million years. But then again, he never thought he’d meet anyone quite like you.  

You who wormed your way into his heart, made it flutter with something beautiful and new. You who made him fight harder to stay alive just so he could see you again. You with your puppy dog eyes as you asked to put a bow around his cock. 

“Anything for you, cariño,”

The giddy look on your face made it worth it. Smiling up at him as you stroked his cock gently, almost teasing him. 

You leaned down to cover the head in kitten licks, maintaining eye contact with him. You moved to slowly drag your tongue along the underside of his cock, something which had him fisting the sheets he sat upon. 

“So pretty for me,” he whispered, grazing your cheek with a calloused thumb. You smiled under his praise, one hand still stroking the base. 

“I think you’re ready,” you grinned, grabbing the ribbon. 

You fastened it around the thickest part of his member- the base. You cut the ribbon with the scissors you had set nearby and then admired your work. 

“It looks pretty,” you mused to yourself. 

“Aye, it does. Almost as pretty as your face ‘round me, amore. Care to give papi a show?” 

Rodolfo always knew that once he fell in love he would let his partner do anything to him. Whether it be painting his nails or tying a bow around his cock. 

Today, the latter was happening. 

He was sat pretty in the middle of the couch, slacks down to his ankles and thighs spread. His hair was mussed from when you ran your hands through it while you were kissing- right before you asked him about the bow. 

Safe to say he looked mind-blowingly beautiful. 

Your hand was firm around his firm cock, spreading a delicious mix of precum and spit along his shaft, from the cherry red tip to the mahogany brown base. His hands were digging into the couch as you held eye contact with him, leaning down to kiss his tip. 

Teasingly, you removed your hand from his cock, eliciting a groan from him as you licked your hand clean. The concoction was sweet on your tongue. His pearly cum was always saccharine, overpowering the taste of anything else. 

“Ready baby?” you asked and he nodded. 

“Please, amor,”

You smiled, grabbing the ribbon and fastening it around the red and swollen tip of his cock. Precum oozed over the ribbon in greedy amounts, making your mouth water. You needed another taste of him more than you needed to breathe, and you knew he’d always let you. 

“Fuck, Rudy-“ you moaned, “-gonna make such a mess of you,”

Graves, ever a smug bastard, had a cheeky response to your little question. 

“Sure can, sweets, but it’s gonna take a whole lotta ribbon to fit ‘round my cock.”

Worst part was that he was right. 

You had Phillip bare and spread on your shared bed as you kneeled between his thighs. His muscular, strong thighs that you loved to lay on and ride. Although that’s not what you were doing now. 

Instead, one hand circled his thick cock, stroking it up and down greedily. Your other hand massaged his full balls as you watched his face for any minor or minuscule reaction. 

The average person could see he was enjoying himself, but not how you could. You saw the glint in his eyes that meant he didn’t want you to stop- even when he knew you were going to. You also saw how his hands clenched and unclenched slightly at his sides, a subtle thing he does when he wants your mouth. You’re not even sure if he’s aware he does it. 

You grinned, “Let me put on the bow first, then I’ll suck you off,”

“Promise?”

You laughed, stopping your ministrations to pick up the ribbon from next to you. The ribbon wrapped around his girth beautifully. 

The sight was so pretty, you just had your lean down and give his tip a little kiss. 

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. You promised to use more of your pretty mouth than tha’.”

Farah wasn’t sure if she’d seen anything prettier than you kneeling between her thighs, kissing and kneading them. You kissed every inch of skin where the harness of her lime green strap dug into her flesh. 

You loved her muscular thighs and how they tensed when you bit them, only to relax when you dragged your  sharp nails over the skin. 

You looked up at Farah through long lashes, “Wanna taste you,” you whimpered. You hungered for her sweet cunt, wanted to eat her out and make her cum over and over again before she fucked you on her strap. 

“Yeah? I thought you wanted to put a bow on my first?” she smirked. 

That got your attention, you had completely forgot why you were in this position to begin with. 

You grabbed the ribbon, tying it prettily around Farah’s strap. The pink and green complemented her skin tone wonderfully, and made your mouth water. You whimpered at the sight before taking the tip in your mouth. 

“That’s it, good baby,” she praised, sending a heat to your cheeks. 

“Always such a good little slut for me,” you moaned around her cock at the filthy words. You moaned because she was oh so right. 

You grabbed a handful of her hips and used the leverage to pull yourself down on her cock. 

Your eyes watered as you took the silicone cock as far down your throat as you could. You choked but didn’t stop, couldn’t. You needed to be good for her. 

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[sirenmoth]

Sorry for the rant and probs gonna get hate cuz ik this fandom but i had to say this

-This goes to all fandoms, not just Call of Duty-

You are responsible for the content you consume. Don’t like, Don’t read.

i’ve seen a few posts about this but

if you cannot spell or speak about rape, pedophilia or any dark or sensitive topics then maybe don’t talk about it, because purposely misspelling it proves you are not mature enough to talk about it or handle the topic, this isn’t tik tok you don’t have to sugarcoat anything. Yes i am aware these are sensitive (and horrible) subjects and can be triggering but no one is forcing you to read or talk about it.

Me, and a lot of authors, put the content warnings at the top of the fic because that’s the first thing people will see and it is your responsibility to read those warnings if you wish to read a fic, not ours. This goes with Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (DDDNE), a warning or tag used to indicate that a fanwork contains tropes or elements that may be deemed morally reprehensible without explicitly condemning the sensitive aspect. It says what it says on the tin and you still read it, that is on you, not us.

Saying an author is glorifying or promoting a topic and saying they need mental or professional help for writing/reblogging rape or abuse or sexual assault because of their or another authors writings is a stretch, people can and are into some messed up things that to some people can be triggering or disturbing and you can be 100% into something fictionally without wanting to explore it physically.

No one if forcing you to read something you do not like

Same with minors in fandoms, this is a common things and there is nothing you can do about it, yes they shouldn’t be viewing or reading certain things in the fandoms but they’ll still find a way no matter how hard to try and stop them.

Say rape, say kill, no one’s gonna to hate you, if you can’t handle dark topics in a fic, block the author it’s not hard, no one will hate you for doing that and harassing and swinging death threats to a creator because they made something you don’t like is a shitty thing to do, if you don’t want to read a certain trope or topic that’s fine, people have preferences, but trying to start a witch hunt and purity culture campaign over it is not ok. I think sometimes they don’t because they want to start hate. Tumblr had a filtering system for blocking tags and yes people find a way to get around that, just block those tags too.

Fandoms are safe spaces for people who like a certain content, yes there are bad people in fandom and areas in a fandom that are filled with disgusting people, but it is a online safe space for people to enjoy the content they like. Fandoms are not for you to try and purify because you can’t be mature enough to block an author for posting content you don’t like.

[lxvvie]

Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.

Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.

Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.

Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.

Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.

Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.

Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?

Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?

König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.

Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"

Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"

Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―

[ghosts-bandwagon]

141 + los vaqueros + könig with an s/o who is kind of naive and innocent being called dumb?? Just how they would react and comfort their s/o <33 thank you lovely!!!!

I love big strong men standing up for their sweet little s/o 😭

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

You gotta have some kinda death wish

I can’t imagine him getting violent off whip, his main concern would be removing you from the situation and providing comfort

However, that doesn’t mean that he hasn’t memorized who that person is, their face, their voice, their tone, their words

And that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t track them down later and give them a piece of his mind

Before he does that, his concern is you, he’s got your favorite show playing and he’s telling you it’s not worth thinking about what they said, he wishes he can take his own advice but when you’re curled up against his chest sniffling with a quivering lip, he’s imagining how satisfying it would be to run his fist through their face

Once you’ve fallen asleep, he’s tracking them down and when he finds them, in seconds he’s gripping the front of their shirt, lifting them slightly, their back bruising against the wall he’s pushing them against

“If I ever hear your voice again, I’ll crush your fuckin’ throat, am I clear?”

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He loves your sweet, good natured spirit, it gives him such genuine joy

He’s the only one that can poke fun at you because he’s not being malicious about it, it comes from a place of love and endearment

So when he sees a recruit making fun of you for it, he kinda loses it a little bit

Just like Ghost, his main concern is removing you from that situation but at the same time he’s pissed

So he’s wedging himself between you two with a strong emphasis on the person bringing you down, his chest is all puffed up, shoulders square, and he’s got the angriest look in his eyes

“Care to repeat what you said?”

He might not be as scary or intimidating as Ghost but that doesn’t mean that his strength is just for show either

The recruit backs away almost immediately but doesn’t get very far before Johnny grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him back

“The next time I catch you even looking at them, you’ll be so fucking sorry.” The poison in his words thickening his accent in his throat and the poor idiot was tripping over his feet trying to get away

In seconds, Johnny turned to face you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pressed his lips to your forehead

“C’mon darlin, let’s get somethin’ sweet for my sweet somethin’.” He teased with a wink and a bump of his hips against yours

John Price:

He loves your innocence honestly, it’s so refreshing for him

Like the first drink of ice water after spending a day in the desert heat, it soothes him as much as it concerns him

He teases you about it both out of love and genuine concern, he’s not always around and it worries him how innocent and kind you are

And then while you’re all out getting drinks and wrapping up a hard day’s work, he sees you getting picked on, he sees your shoulders slump ever so slightly and he crossed the room in seconds

Honestly? He doesn’t even have to say anything, his body language, his demeanor, the vicious look in his eyes, all speak volumes to how bad this guy fucked up

He stood behind you, a hand on your shoulder and whispering loving words in your ear, you’re a little confused as you walk back to the group, looking over your shoulder, not thinking to look in front of you (luckily Johnny gets hold of you before you walk into someone)

You can’t hear what he’s saying but you get the sense it’s pretty bad considering the guy loses all color in his face and sweat starts to bead on his brow

You wave at John with a smile as he walks back to you, he gathers you in his arms and pulls you in for a kiss

An offer of home and comfort shortly followed

How could you possibly refuse?

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

Oh honey he’s poking fun at you very often, but always out of love, he loves your naivety and will often use it to tease you

He loves seeing you get all worked up, cheeks puffed up and an embarrassed blush on your cheeks when he calls you out on it, it warms his heart as much as it makes him wanna give you big ol’ smooch

However

He’s the only one allowed to do it

So when he sees one of the cadets try to pull one over you the way he does, but in a much meaner fashion that has embarrassed tears welling in your eyes, he sees red

He’s at your side in a matter of seconds, chest pushing against the other guy as he backs him away from you, he’s so angry he doesn’t know what to say, barely manages to put a filter on his words

“Think you’re so fuckin’ funny do ya? Makin’ ‘em upset, who the fuck do ya think you are?”

John has to step in and get between the two men, knowing full well how it’ll end, he physically turns Kyle around to face you and gives him a shove in your direction

Kyle takes your hand and walks away, grumbling all the while about how he should’ve punched the fuckers lights out, but when you lean into his side as you’re walking along, the anger starts to simmer and fade

It won’t be long before he’s mumbling an apology to you for how he reacted, just give him a kiss and he’ll be back to his normal self

König:

I mean… you gotta be some kinda stupid to mess with his s/o in any capacity, like have you seen him???

He’s never far from you, always in your peripheral or at your side, touching you in some way, it’s soothing for him to be around you and he knows you feel the same

So when he hears someone snap at you and call you dumb, he bites his cheek so hard he tasted blood

Without hesitation he pulled you away and behind him as he stood up at full height, glaring daggers at the man through the holes of his hood

He doesn’t even have to say anything, the angry rise and fall of his chest, the cold fury in his eyes, the way his fists clench and unclench at his sides are all indicators enough of his rage

The man couldn’t apologize and scramble away quick enough, tripping over a chair as he tried to make a hasty escape

König was frozen in place, so god damn angry that he couldn’t move, it took your small voice quietly calling his name for him to snap out of it, he turned to face you and gently took your hand in his, his thumb stroking over your knuckles

You smiled softly at him, even if he wasn’t looking directly at you, his eyes pinned to your hand in his, you gave it a gentle squeeze and he finally looked up at you

The adoration in your eyes enough to melt the fury and bring him back to himself, “Let’s go, schatz, you said you were hungry, yes?”

“A while ago, yeah.”

“Then let’s go remedy that.”

Alejandro Vargas:

Alejandro loves with his entire being, he’s so steadfast in his love that any slight against you, is a slight against him

“What the fuck did you say cabron?”

He’s up in arms almost immediately, hackles raised, nostrils flaring, fists clenched at his side and ready to swing

“Alejo, please, it’s fine.” He knew it wasn’t fine, he knew you wanted to put in a brave face but he didn’t miss the way your eyes watered or the way your jaw tensed when the insult was hurled at you

“No, amor, let him repeat himself. See if he’s man enough to say it again.”

He’s seeing red at this point, his heart is hammering in his chest and he’s ready to knock out the bastard

When he sees that the man is wide eyed, panicked, and stuttering out apologies, trying to gain some semblance of spine as he tries to make a hasty retreat, he backs off and moves closer to you

“Más le vale, cabron.” (Loose translation: that’s what I thought)

He’s got his arm around you and he’s walking you both away from scene,

“You didn’t have to do that, Ale.”

“What are you talking about, amor, of course I did. If you’re wounded, then so am I.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You teased with a small peck to his jaw, he chuckled and rested his head on yours as you both made your way home

Rodolfo Parra:

He’s too good for this world tbh he doesn’t give that idiot a second glance as he’s walking you away from him

He’s kissing your temple and shooting a glare over his shoulder, a promise of retribution in his eyes

“Don’t listen to them, mi vida.”

He’s nothing if not reassuring and comforting, he’s holding your hand and lovingly stroking it with his thumb

As he’s giving you a hug and kissing the top of your head, he’s thinking of all the ways he can wring the new recruit’s neck tomorrow

But that won’t stop him from spoiling you a little bit to cheer you up

Even if you’re insisting that you’re well over it and have moved past it, he’s just as insistent in getting your favorite food, watching your favorite movies

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

HELLLOOOOO 🔥🔥 do you know that tiktok trend right now where it’s like “when I tell you to sit on my face, don’t just put 10% of your body weight down, fucking sit on it. Sit like a chair. Don’t ask if I can breathe just sit down.” Yeah can I request like 141 and los vaqueros just begging their fem s/o to sit on their face but she’s really insecure and they don’t care they are literally on their knees begging to just taste her 😫.

141 + LV & König Begging Fem! Reader To Sit On Their Face

Warnings: pure smut, smut without plot, oral f receiving, swearing

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Simon Ghost Riley-

"Y/N, you won't hurt me, sit." Simon knew you like the back of his hand. He knew you were scared to hurt him, but he couldn't give a damn less. He wanted to be suffocated by your pussy, and refused to take no for an answer.

"But Simon-." You started, but he cut you off.

"But nothing. I asked you to come and sit on my face, and I expect that you'll come do it."

Your thighs squeezed together at his words, desperate to relieve some of the tension that was building in your lower regions.

He grabbed the flesh of your thighs as you slowly made your way up the length of his body and pulled your sopping cunt down onto his mouth.

You let out a soft whimper as his tongue immediately darted out to skillfully lick at your wet folds. Simon was usually quite skilled with his mouth, but this new angle had you seeing stars.

"Grind on my face, sweetheart, go on." He spoke breathlessly as he pulled away from your cunt for a moment. "I know you want to."

You a rush of heat go straight to your core at his words, and took your seat back on his face. Slowly, you began to rock your hips back and forth, rubbing your sopping heat against Simon's flattened tongue.

The feeling was ethereal and like nothing you'd ever felt before. His warm tongue, flattened against your core, mixed with the slight stubble of his jawline had your orgasm rapidly approaching.

You continued your lazy pace, rocking your hips back and forth slightly as Simon continued to stretch out his tongue for you.

Your orgasm rippled through you, causing your body to convulse slightly against Simon's face. Simon's grip on your thighs tightened as he desperately licked up the remnants of your orgasm, moaning softly at your taste.

He sat up gently, and the look on his face had your cheeks aflame with embarrassment. His face was covered in your essence, but he couldn't have looked happier. "Did so well for me, love. Think you can cum on my cock this time?"

John Price-

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Get that pretty ass over here and sit on my face." John's voice was demanding, leaving no room for you to question his request.

You discarded your undergarments as you made your way over to your husband, who was patiently waiting for you on the bed.

You hesitantly lowered yourself onto his face before he let out out a soft groan. "Don't put half your body weight on me, baby. Fucking sit on me like you would a chair."

John grabbed at the plushy flesh of your thighs as you sat yourself onto his face, pinning you so you were unable to move.

He waisted no time in placing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your core, causing your hands to fly out and grasp at the headboard in front of you.

"Always taste so fucking divine, princess." He groaned as he continued to slurp at your neverending arousal. The hair from his beard added to the pleasure you were experiencing as it began to rub at your pussy with each movement of his mouth.

You let out a strangled moan as your hands flew down to his hair, tugging at the dark brown locks firmly as you instinctively ground your cunt against his mouth.

John attached his lips to your clit tightly, sucking with just the right amount of pressure you make your body go limp against him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you clung to his hair for dear life, his teeth now lightly biting at your clit.

"John, I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum." You gasped out as his tongue now started to flick feverishly at your puffy clit.

He grunted into your pussy in response as he looked up at you with lust filled eyes.

With one final flick of his tongue, your vision went white, your head falling back as your orgasm hit you. Your legs shook against John's head as he reached his hands out to steady you, his mouth not leaving your pussy as he continued the movements of his tongue.

He lifted you up slightly before flipping you over so that your backside was now in his face. He gave you a light smack to your ass, causing you to lurch forward, your face inches away from his painfully hard cock.

"Not done with you yet, but certainly won't complain if you want to return the favor."

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

"Come here." Johnny beckoned, waiving you over with his hand. "Let me taste you, please. It's been too long."

"Johnny, I'm too heavy, I don't want to hurt you." You mumbled, nervously picking at your hair as you hovered over his midsection.

"You're not too heavy, bugger off with that. Now come over here and give me what I want." He chuckled darkly before grabbing your legs and pulling you toward him. "Be a good girl and sit."

You let your mind go blank as you obeyed his command, sitting yourself firmly on his outstretched tongue.

You gasped, feeling his tongue immediately go to your dripping folds. The worries of your weight on his face were long gone, as your mind grew hazy from the movements of Johnny's tongue.

Johnny was a groaning mess underneath you, causing you to moan out from the vibrations that rippled through your core from his groans.

"Use my face, lass. Make yourself cum in my mouth." Johnny's voice was husky, dripping with lust as he pulled away from your core to take a breather.

His words ellicited a primal growl from your lips as you pushed your aching core back down to his parted lips. You wasted no time in grabbing onto the sides of his head as you began to grind your wet heat down on his face.

Johnny licked at your cunt wildly, not missing a beat as he pushed his face further into your cunt, practically suffocating himself in it.

You felt your body tighten as your orgasm began to hit you, a wetness pooling out of you, coating your lover's face below you. You cried out as your body lurched forward, your hands flying to rest on the wall to support yourself. "Fuck, Johnny I'm so sorry, I've made a mess."

Johnny's hands grabbed at your waist, pulling you off of him before pinning you down in front of him on the bed.

"Don't. Ever. Apologize. For. That." He breathed, his face still slick with your arousal. He lowered himself down on the bed, his face hovering near your drenched pussy. "Now be a good girl, and let me clean up the mess we made."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"But what if you can't breathe? I don't want to suffocate you." You said your cheeks are aflame with embarrassment

"Sweetheart, I promise to let you know if I can't breathe." He chuckled rubbing soothing circles into your thighs. "I've got a strong jaw. You won't hurt me."

"Okay." You breathed as your heart rate began to pick up. You slowly made your way up the length of Kyle's body before your heat hovered over his face.

You looked down to find Kyle giving you a reassuring smile before you sat down with your thighs on either side of his head.

He began with slow kitten licks, teasing your core with his tongue. He chuckled at the small moans that emitted from your lips as he licked a firm strip up your center.

"Taste so good, honey." He cooed into your pussy, before placing wet kisses all along your core.

His warm tongue moved to dance between your folds, collecting what he could of your essence. It never took long for Kyle to get drunk off your taste, and he quickly pulled you down further onto his face, nearly suffocating himself with your heat.

You'd never expected it to feel this good, and you couldn't help the string of moans that escaped your lips as your lover continued to ruin you with his mouth.

You felt yourself nearing your edge and desperately tried to move off of Kyle's mouth. "Ky, I'm close, I don't wanna make a mess."

He pulled his face away and chuckled darkly before placing another wet, open-mouthed kiss to your core. "You're staying right here til I get my fill out of you. Got it?"

Alejandro-

"Get over here." Alejandro said as he made himself comfortable on the bed. "Why are you being so shy, mi amor? It's just me."

"I dont want to hurt you." You mumbled sheepishly as you stood beside the bed.

"Sweetheart, you won't, I promise. You said this was something you've always wanted to try. Let me enlighten you. Plus, I want to, badly." His voice was soft as his arms reached out to grab you.

"You want to?" You asked, the shyness you felt before slowly leaving your system.

"So fucking bad hermosa." He echoed, pulling your naked frame onto the bed. "Go head, take a seat."

You slowly sank down onto his face, before feeling his warm, wet mouth immediately attack your cunt. He started a toe curling pace as he flattened his tongue against your sensitive bud and flitted his head from side to side.

"Fuck! Ale!" You cried out, your thighs tightening against his head, causing him to grunt out against your cunt.

His pace didn't falter, his head continuing to move side to side at a brutal pace, and you could feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm.

The sounds were obscene between your moans, and the slurping noises emitting from him had you nearing your release and fast.

Alejandro moved his mouth down to your entrance, his tongue flicking at the hole wildly as his nose rubbed at your clit. A soft moan emitted from your lips, causing him to fully sheathe his tongue inside of your hole, rubbing along the velvety walls within his reach.

You felt the coil in your belly tightening as your hands flew down to your lover's hair, threading it in between his black locks. "Ale, g-gonna cum."

"Cum for me princessa." He moaned into your pussy, and his words were all you needed to be sent over the edge. You felt a pulsing heat corse through you as Alejandro continued to eat you out through your orgasm. He pulled his face away from you a few moments later with a devilish grin.

"I need more, mi amor. Be good for me, and let me get my fill."

Roldolfo-

"Sit on my face." Rodolfo asked suddenly causing you to halt your bouncing movements on his cock.

"What?" You asked breathless, your hands steadying yourself on his chest.

"I said, mi amor, come sit on my face, let me make you feel good." He stretched his hands out toward you, beckoning you toward him. "You're doing so good on top of me, I want to repay you."

You let him drag you toward him before placing a shaky hand on his chest. "Wait, what if I hurt-"

"Don't ask me if you're going to hurt me, and don't ask if I'll be able to breathe, please cariño, just sit on my face." He begged, his eyes pleading with yours.

You swallowed thickly and moved to sit on his face as his arms came to latch around your thighs, pressing you firmly to his face.

He began to lap at your arousal like a man starved and was unable to control the soft groans that emitted from his lips against your pussy.

"Put all your weight on me, mi amor." He purred as his hands wrapped around your thighs. With your mind hazy, all your previous insecure thoughts were long forgotten as you fully sat yourself on your lover's face, relishing in the feeling of his tongue lapping at your heat.

He was beyond pussy drunk, and planned to stay like that for hours if you let him. His pace began to quickened as he let his tongue dance between your folds, flicking at your clit each time his tongue landed at the top of your pussy.

You couldn't help but let yourself fall back slightly, your hands grabbing at his thighs behind you to give you support as you began to move your hips in a circular motion, rubbing your pussy along Rodolfos outstretched tongue.

You felt yourself getting closer to your release, and Rodolfo knew it. He abruptly pulled away from your core with a grin. "Ah ah ah."

You let out a small whimper as Rodolfo sat up, sending you sliding to his midsection. "Be good hermosa, and get back on my cock, yeah?"

König-

"Maus, please, come sit on my face." König pleaded, his cock painfully straining against his pants. "I need it."

"Kö, I'll hurt you. You won't be able to breathe."

"Schatz, you won't hurt me, I promise. Please." He begged, his lust filled eyes raking up and down your figure. "Let me make you feel good."

You swallowed your nerves and walked over to your boyfriend, climbing over his figure on the bed. "Tell me if it's too much."

"You'll never be too much." He roughly pulled you down onto his mouth, causing you to cry out as his tongue danced at your aching hole. His eyes stayed on you as he began to move his tongue in a circular motion at your entrance before moving it in and out of you at a languid pace.

You let out a small sob, the stimulation of his tongue quickly proving to be too much as you bucked your hips, your core grinding against his face. He let out a dark chuckle as his tongue returned to your hole, continuing to piston in and out of you at a feverish pace.

His pace eventually slowed as his tongue made its way to your clit, slowly drawing various letters and symbols against your bundle of nerves. Your thighs had tightened around his head, allowing you to grind yourself again on your lover's face.

König let out a groan as you gently ground your wet heat across his face, covering him from his nose to his chin with your arousal.

He quickened the pace of his tongue once more as he felt you shake slightly against his face, a sign of your oncoming orgasm. He began to flick his tongue wildly at your clit while squeezing at the flesh of your ass.

You felt the coil in your belly tighten and snap with one harsh flick of Königs tongue, your orgasm tearing through you as your legs tightened around his head. "Fuck, Kö!"

König didn't stop moving his mouth, however, and continued to lap at your orgasm obscenely. He pulled his face away moments later, a giant fucked out smile lining his lips. "Let me go again, Maus, please?

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A/N: Instead of taking a full-on break, I'm planning on posting periodically instead of every day. I still am working to get to each of your requests, and I greatly appreciate all of your patience and support🩷

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Orange Peel Theory With Cod Characters

Would they peel an orange for you? (Scenario based on the test from TikTok)

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.

This is probably one of the only times I'll be using the color orange, AHAHAHAHA. As you can tell I wouldn't be okay with the camp half-blood uniform as an Aphrodite kid. Writing this as I'm sick with a cold, my nanny since childhood peeled my oranges for me while telling me to finish all of it because it's vitamin C.

Mansplaining this but the Orange Peel/Peeling Theory surrounding TikTok started with one girl talking about her experience with her ex peeling her oranges for her. It soon turned into a theory/test where people ask their partner to peel an orange for them, something as small and effortless as peeling an orange as that act of service represents their willingness to do things for their partner and if they refuse then that's seen as a red flag because it means that if they're unwilling to do that small thing for them then same case scenario for something big that requires a sacrifice.

They peel it for you almost immediately, no words needed, just you staring at the orange. Grabbing it from the bowl of fruits and meticulously tearing the skin with their thumbs, being careful not to make much of a mess and to not bruise the orange.

It's not a secret that they like to do this, offering other little things like opening doors for you, peeling the skin of apples if you don't feel like eating it and slicing it up for you with a multipurpose camping knife, putting their hand on the edge of a nearby cornered things so it wouldn't be as painful if you hit your head picking something up.

Characters: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König.

Would tease you once you ask them to peel it for you but will peel it. Would even hand feed it to you, you have to give them a kiss for every orange they separate. If you tell them you don't like the pith (the white stringy part) then they'd take it off for you.

They probably would ask you to peel some for them too some time around soon but you're more than happy to do it for them.

Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Nikolai Belinski.

You probably should've worded it better, you told them you felt like an orange.. "I feel like a tomato" is what you hear back. You laughed and clarified that you felt like eating the fruit.

"Oh.." they stopped to think if you had any oranges at home at the moment and they got up and peeled it for you, bringing a plate back of two peeled and pulled apart oranges with a glass of water for you.

Characters: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

He'd throw the orange at your head, telling you to peel it yourself.

Characters: Philip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.

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[issdisgrace]

Me when I see cod men

[isabella-kr]

Hi~ hope you are alright!

Could you do a female!reader that cooks as a hobby and is always leaving little gifts for the boys? Maybe she discovers that Ghost likes strawberry cakes and she leaves a bento strawberry cake for him? (could you do platonic and for all the 141?)

Thank you!!! I hope I'm not annoying lol

What an adorable request 😭 you’re not annoying, dw!! I love when people send me asks <33

Sweet like Sugar

Synopsis: Everyone deserves a sweet treat every once in a while, and with her incredible baking skills, she would assure they would have theirs

Pairing: Taskforce 141, Los Vaqueros, Valeria, Gromsko & König x Platonic!Female!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mention of low blood sugars, being mentally and physically drained

General Masterlist | COD:MWII Masterlist

Intro

Having baking as a hobby often proved difficult on base, so whenever she got the chance to put her skills to use, she made sure she gave it her all

She would make all sorts of sweet treats - from cakes and pies, to cupcakes and cookies.

Baking for one wasn’t as fun, however, and so she always made sure to make something yummy for some of her favourite people

Even if they hadn’t requested anything, she always kept them in mind

John Price

He was finishing paperwork when she knocked on his door

With a stern ‘come in,’ he placed the pen down on the desk, sending her a small smile when she tiptoes towards him

In her hands, she held a see-through container with a row of blueberry muffins already waiting for him

“What’s this?”

“This is for you!” She grinned, “Thought you might use some sugar. Give you some energy whilst you’re busy with work.”

He hummed, taking the container from her hands and swiftly pulling one of the muffins

The sweet smell immediately enveloped him like a warm blanket, making him smile as he took his first bite

“This is delicious,” he complemented, not wasting any taking another bite, “thank you.”

She grinned from ear to ear, happiness practically radiating off of her as she took a step back

“If you’d like some more, let me know!” She cheered, pulling the door closed as she left him to enjoy the sweet treat

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

She’s seen him eyeing them before, when they passed a bakery on a covert mission

Strawberry cakes. One wouldn’t expect the infamous ghost to have a weakness for the red fruit, but it was a welcome surprise

Upon their return, one of the first things she’s done - after all the paperwork, of course - was head to the kitchen and bake them for him

He deserved them, really. He deserved to have a little break; to sweeten up his pain-filled life

She only hoped they were to his liking

Knocking on the door to his room, she patiently waited for him to open up

She already had the bento held out once the door was opened, and although his face was hidden by his mask, his eyes were expressive enough for her to see what he was thinking

Confusion

“I saw you ogling them back out there,” she began, “So I made you some!”

She held out the door closer towards him, and watched as he hesitantly took it from her

“I hope you like them…”

He stared at the treats for a few seconds, his eyes visibly softening at the sweet gesture

“Thank you,” he said after a short while, to which she replied with a simple smile

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Soap was always busy. always moving. Whether it was at the gym, a sparring session, or preparing for an upcoming mission

He was always on the move. And knowing him, he did not take the time to take much care of his body’s needs

His blood sugars were low, she was quick to notice after he once again secretly complained about his dizziness, uncontrollable sweating and shaky hands

She could only shake head head and tell him, for what felt like a millionth time, he needed to take better care of himself

She doubted he’d listen, but she also knew he wouldn’t refuse a sweet treat if it was given to him

So, she decided to put her baking skills to good use

Baking him a stack of delicious cookies, she placed them in a sealed container and trotted towards his room late in the evening

He was quick to open a door, a sweet smile gracing his lips once she came into view

“There are for you,” she held the box out for him to take

He looked confused at first, taking the box with careful hands and taking a peek inside. But once he realised what goodness laid beneath the lid, he practically beamed in delight

He wasted no time taking one out and taking a great bite out of it

“Mmm!” He hummed, licking his lips as the chocolate melted on his mouth, “They’re incredible!”

She grinned in return, fully enjoying his reaction

“If you’ll want more, just let me know!”

“Believe me, I will,” he chuckled, only growing quiet to take another bite

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Gaz often complained about the lack of variety of desserts at lunch

So one day, she decided it was time she made him some

She wasn’t sure whether she just wanted to do something nice for a friend, or maybe she just wanted him to stop complaining for once

Whatever it was, it led her to spending an hour or two in the kitchen

When lunch rolled around, she had the sweets neatly packed in a box, which she set beside him after they settled on a table

“What’s this?” He asked curiously

She only smiled, “open it.”

The smile that pulled at his lips once he saw the muffins were a sight for sore eyes

He was eager to take one out right then and there, but what stopped when you slapped his hand away

“Lunch first.”

He rolled his eyes, but complied nonetheless, practically shoving the food in his mouth so he could finally taste the sweet goodness

And when he did, it was as though he was on cloud nine

Hums of delight rolled out his throat, and it was safe to say he did not complain that day, or the day after

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro was a busy man

He was also a tired man, barely catching the sleep he so desperately needed

She knew she couldn’t force him to sleep, but she could help him in another way

She could sweeten his life just a little bit

It was after a hectic mission that she took her residence in the kitchen and began baking up a storm

The smell was heavenly, but before she managed to eat all the cake by herself, she packed a few slices up for the colonel and made her way to his office

A tired ‘come in,’ sounded from the inside of the room

She opened the door slowly and carefully before making her way in, and setting the box on his desk

He looked at it confused at first, but then after she gestured at it, he pulled it towards him and took a look inside

“Ah,” a smile took over his features, “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” she replied

After sealing the box, he put it to the side to enjoy later, “Thank you.”

She nodded, “If you’d like some more, there’s some in the kitchen.”

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Rudy was a sweet man

He usually wore a smile on his face, and always treated those around him with respect

But despite this, it was easy to see when the missions were getting the better of him

When it was becoming too much

When he was tired, both physically and mentally

After seeing him force a smile, she decided it was time someone did something nice for him

She made her way to the kitchen in record speed and, after gathering all the needed ingredients, she created her work of art

It wasn’t much. It was a simple batch of cookies that anyone could make, really

But it was the thought that counts

She made sure they were sealed properly before she made her way towards his room

He opened the door tiredly, and the smile once again had to be forced onto his face

“Here,” she handed the box over to him

He took it with a confused look, his eyes closing when the smell invaded his space

A small, yet real, smile pulled at the corners of his lips. It was a pleasant sight, and it caused her own lips to curl upwards

“Thank you,” he told her appreciatively

“I hope you enjoy them…”

“I will.”

Valeria Garza

Valeria barely ever had time for personal pleasures

The cartel kept her busy, and often put her in ridiculously dangerous situations

She barely allowed herself rest, and so, over time, the simple pleasures of life were neglected by her; forgotten

She had seen how hard she worked every single day. From early mornings to late in the night

It was a sad sight

So, she took it upon herself to brighten her day just a little bit

The muffins were soft and sweet, but not too sweet to the point your teeth would hurt after a few bites

With the carefully sealed in a container, she made her way to where she knew Valeria always went when she needed to clear her head

“Hope I’m not disturbing,” she muttered, catching her attention

She turned to you, her brows furrowing at the disturbance, but she said nothing

“I made these for you,” she simply said, handing her the sweet treats

She was hesitant to take them, her eyes analysing her as if trying to work out whether she had any ulterior motives

“You’ve just looked overworked,” she tried to explain herself, “I thought you might use something sweet to… but if you don’t want them-“

“No,” she held the box closer towards her when she reached to take it back, “Thank you.”

“Of course!” She grinned happily, smiling when she heard the container open once she was out of the drug lord’s view

Gromsko

Gromsko was a nostalgic man, and often spoke fondly of his grandmother

He told her about the many many memories he’s had of her, and oftentimes mentioned her delicious jabłecznik (it’s a Polish cake w/ apples in it & it’s absolutely delicious)

He mentioned it one too many times, because she soon got the idea to surprise him with the delicious goodness

She couldn’t be certain it would taste like his grandmother’s. In fact, she was sure it most likely didn’t, but she was eager to bring that taste of childhood back into his life

So, one day, she made him the sweet cake, and packed it neatly in a big container

He was easy to find, taking some time to relax on a bench outside one of the barracks to take in the fresh air

She sat beside him, and handed over the box with a genuine smile

“It probably doesn’t taste the same, but I hope you like it nonetheless,”

He was bewildered, and had to take a few moments to return back to reality

The smell alone was enough to send him back in time, and when a smile made its way onto his lips, she couldn’t help but mirror his expression

“Thank you,” he told her, staring fondly at the container in his hands, “thank you so much.”

König

This man has a sweet-tooth

He loved all that was sweet, often having little treats hidden away in his pockets in case he got hungry throughout the day

But there was one problem

When given a choice between two, or multiple treats, he never knew what to pick

He made it seem as though it was the most difficult decision he was ever presented with. It was hilarious, really, but it could also become frustrating for the others

So, one day, she decided to choose for him

She woke up earlier that day, and made him some sweet cupcakes she was sure he would appreciate

And when lunch came around, instead of having him stare indecisively at the row of desserts, she dragged him to a table and before he could complain, handed him the container

The excitement in his eyes was visible from miles away; certain sparkle appeared in them, causing her to let out an amused laugh

“Thank you!” He told her, his tone cheery yet serious at the same time

“No worries,” she told him, “I hope you’ll like them.”

“Oh, I definitely will!”

[gothicflowers]

Anon: Which COD man do you think eats pussy just to relax you? Like if you had a shit day, they don’t care about their needs they just get on their knees?

anon, I love you. And there are three characters that come to mind.

ALEX KELLER JOHN PRICE RUDY PARRA

He made it home first. You didn’t have time to hang your coat before he had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss. Hands roaming all over.

“I missed you today, work has horrible” you whined to him as he made his way down kissing your neck. A soft sigh left your tired lips. He picks you up, hands on your ass underneath your skirt carrying you to the bedroom.

“Oh I could tell from your messages” he mumbled as his lips attacked your chest. Sucking little love bites into you.

“I want you so bad but I’m exhausted” you replied as he sat you onto the bed. Eyes desperate for him as you slowly blink tiredly.

He smirks “Oh baby, I’m not expecting anything from you. Now lay back, relax and keep those pretty legs open for me” his rough hands pull you in closer to him as his tongue drags through your soaked folds.

[buckysmith]

You’re clumsy

Mw2/CoD Headcanons

Warnings: mention of injuries and in accidentally hurting yourself , a bit fluffy

Includes

Ghost, soap, price, Rudy, Alejandro, Valeria, König, laswell Gus and Makarov

Ghost:

- it's certainly not the first time you've fallen flat on your face in front of him, and he's sure it won't be the last either

- you two were walking holding hands and there was a pleasant silence between you

- he let go of your hand for a moment to answer his cell phone which was vibrating, excused himself and walked a little away from you

- you wanted to take advantage of the time and get you both an ice cream, because first of all it was warm and secondly, who had anything against ice cream on a hot day?

- the moment he hung up he looked at you and saw you walking towards him with two ice cream corns in your hands and his only thought was . >>hopefully you won't fall now<<

- and it was as if he had sensed it you tripped over your own feet and the ice came flying towards him

- it was the moment where he stared at the ice that was now on the ground before he walked over to you and knelt down to you

- he couldn't help but grin a little though

- but that changed when he saw that you had scraped your knees.

- only a sigh escaped him when he looked into your eyes and saw that your knees hurt

- your way home was quite fast and when you arrived home he first cleaned your wound and then bandaged it before he made himself comfortable with you on the sofa to firstly make sure that you wouldn't hurt yourself again and secondly to make sure that you wouldn't break him or your apartment by your clumsiness

- do not worry, you still came to your ice cream

Soap:

- he himself is not necessarily a man who is pursued by luck, at least not in private.

- he rides motorcross with his brothers and friends? It's actually a hundred percent certain that he'll hit the only tree in a hundred miles.

- he thought he was clumsy, but after he met you he was sure he was harmless unlike you

- there wasn't a day you didn't hurt yourself unintentionally

- you missed a step and fell down the stairs, once again

- you had cut your own finger while cutting vegetables

- or you touched something from the hot oven.

- Soap wasn't sure from then on whether you were just clumsy or cursed

- because of you he never had any bandages at home because they were always needed by you

- he really loved you, but he was sure you were the reason he would have a heart attack someday

Price :

- he had already made his house baby safe, hoping you would hurt yourself less, but somehow you still managed to do it

- he found you on a ladder trying to change a light bulb and the moment he saw you and you saw him it was like someone kicked you off the ladder

- out of the blue the ladder collapsed and Price tried to catch you

- he succeeded but now he was sure he needed a new back and discs

- the problem was your clumsiness hurt not only you but him as well

- once a hot frying pan slipped out of your hand and fell on his foot

- you twisted your ankle on a hiking trail and pushed him to keep your balance, so he fell six feet and landed in mud.

- the list went on

- he also had half a pharmacy at home because of you

- he really loved you, but he was getting really scared that you were trying to kill him

Alejandro

- he just looked at you, no emotion was in his face and inside he wondered how unlucky he had been

- it was Rudy who pulled him out of his stupor and offered him a towel, while you just looked at him shocked as if it wasn't your fault that he was now standing completely wet in front of his base

- he took the towel from Rudy's hand without breaking eye contact before his eyebrow twitched and you started running away from him

- he didn't even have to run after you extremely fast because only after a few seconds you tripped over your feet and you fell down

- it was the moment he saw your wounds that he threw his revenge plan in the garbage to take care of you

- he tried to calm you down in spanish, while he took care of your wounds

- but he didn't miss the chance to swear in spanish as well

- after all he was completely soaked and already left a puddle under himself

- he could not be angry with you, but he was sure that the next time you try to water flowers he will be far away from you

- and that from now on he would take change clothes with him...

Rudy:

- You tried to help your husband

- and he knew the danger how clumsy you are and still he allowed you to help him sort the files

- you were almost done, when you somehow got caught with your sleeve on one of the thousand folders and threw them all on the floor, which with your luck also opened and all the sheets spread across the room

- and as if that wasn't bad enough you also cut yourself on one of the sheets

- and then again

- and again

- and in the end you had more little wounds than you could count

- and he was out of band-aids

- well the whole headquarters was out of band-aids

Graves:

- he thinks it's absolutely cute how clumsy you are, it makes him feel so strong right away because he can help you then

- he might have some problems yk

- but he only thinks it's cute when you trip and hold on to him and blush in shame

- but as soon as you hurt yourself he thinks about taking you to a safe place where you can't hurt yourself

- while he's bandaging you he says how brave you are and how proud he is of you

- for him it is nothing new, but still he never gets used to your clumsiness

König

- König himself was not necessarily the most skillful person living on earth

- he was military and also in an elite unit but in private nothing was safe from him

- as often as he ran by his size against a door frame or unintentionally knocked something over because it was not in his vision

- but together with you it was a disaster at your home

- you could actually go to Walmart, Target or Ikea every week to replace something in your apartment because it was broken

- you both had new bruises, wounds or other injuries all the time

- so it was nothing new for him that you hurt yourself cutting potatoes and he took care of your finger like a pro

- you joked so often about how he had to take care of you that maybe he shouldn't become a medic.

Valeria

- if she could she would wrap you up in cotton and let you live in a rubber cell where you can't hurt yourself

- she's so tired of your clumsiness that sometimes it hurts her even to see you in pain

- besides, you often manage to hurt not only yourself but also the people around you

- you trip on the stairs and take Valeria down with you?

- happened more than once

- you twist your ankle and accidentally hit Diego?

- also happened already

- a flowerpot falls out of your hand while you were standing on the balcony and hit one of Valeria's people?

- also already happened

- she is now used to you coming into her office and showing her a new wound so she just sighs and prays to god you don't kill yourself unintentionally

- or someone else

Laswell

- she can hear a knock on your door and already knows you've hurt yourself again

- her office at your home is now half a hospital ward as often as she has to fix you up

- she's incredibly glad you're not in the military, because even though she loves you to death, she knows you wouldn't last even five minutes in combat...

- or you'd accidentally kill someone of ur own in the first five minutes....

- When you first met Captain Price and his boys, Soap took you to the firing range while Kate talked to Price.

- by the end of the nice little talk they had your gun had slipped out of your hand while u shot and you had managed to broke Soap's nose while breaking your own index finger.

- That was the deciding factor for Kate to keep you away from weapons of any kind.

- She prefers you alive.

- and she doesn't want 141 to die cause of you ...

Gus

- he is sure that an evil spirit or something like that must be haunting you with how unlucky and how clumsy you are

- he loves you but he is permanently worried about you, especially when he is not at home and can keep an eye on himself

- of course you are never alone because his whole family lives where you live but it's just not the same

- they can't protect you like he can and he knows that too

- because of you he even has a little first aid kit in every room, cause you already hurt yourself in the most unbelievable ways

- it was especially funny when you fell down the stairs and with him

- he was the one who broke his arm while you landed softly on top of him

- so for him it's nothing new, but he's still afraid that you'll die one day because of your clumsiness.

Makarov:

- he is so done with you

- he is one of the most dangerous men

- one who has survived thanks to his intelligence and skill

- and then there was you in his life

- you were by far the only person he cared about and then you of all people had to be so clumsy and hurt yourself all the time

- he had even moved his guns out of your reach because of you so you wouldn't accidentally shoot his ass again

- he had asked you to bring him a gun while he was standing at the table and going through the plans of the next attack

- the gun fell out of your hand and you released the trigger, and shot him in the ass

- he was so pissed and it took him a lot not to scream at you

- he liked how you cared for him afterwards tho…. He might consider to give u a gun again just so he can have all your attention to himself

- and because he loves your guilty filled eyes

- he’s an bastard

[soullessdianthus]

Pervy!Rudy pls? I don’t see much for him but godddddd I need it

A/N: JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST, you can't imagine how loud I screamed and kicked my feet, when I saw this request! I like Rudy so much, he deserves more attention! For sure will write for him more! Some headcanons and a little story at the end!

Warnings: perverted mind, but Rudy is a possessive softie, nsfw (masturbation, scent kink, touching under the table, some dirty convos in Spanish?, inappropriate dry humping to warm reader)

✧°. Rudy is very aware of his perversion. He knows he shouldn’t imagine doing anything deviant with you or it shouldn’t make his manhood painfully hard. He was way beyond that age of sudden boner because of a girl. 

✧°. But since you had been transferred by your superior to be stationed with Los Vaqueros, Rodolfo couldn’t keep his eyes or thoughts off of you. Somehow every interaction with you became exciting, intoxicating even, making his heartbeat go faster. 

✧°. Especially in the evenings that were lonely, when everything slowly quietens down, soldiers going back to their dorms after a long day. Perv!Rudy would lie in his bed, staring at the ceiling or trying to focus on a book, but the uncontrollable desire forces him to recall your last interaction with him, when one of his palms sneak under the hem of sweatpants onto his throbbing dick. Rodolfo just needed to get rid of that tension and fantasies of you were the only solution! :(

✧°. He could picture your face really well, the sound of your voice and laughter. Also those whimpers or heavy breathing while on a mission that caused you to be so exhausted. 

✧°. Perv!Rudy would like to make you tired in a different way though. He would show you how beautiful you are and how good care he would take of something that was completely his. 

✧°. Your person had become a sort of one, big fantasy of his, since your presence brought him comfort on a daily basis. You were so kind and sweet to him – sitting with him and Alejandro in the canteen, politely listening to their stories or tacky jokes.

✧°. At some point Rodolfo offered to teach you Spanish. Of course you knew some, but weren’t fluent and it might come handy while being in Mexico with them. Obviously he suggested such a deal to spend more time with you. 

✧°. And not long after, you two were walking everywhere together. If not interrupted by Alejandro, of course.

✧°. “Quiero agarrar tu culo, chiquita. [sp.: I want to grab your ass, little girl]”

✧°. “You want to… my… sorry, what? I don’t know those words, Rudy.”

✧°. “Don’t worry. You will.” 

✧°. He tried to be sneaky about his dirty remarks, but Rodolfo missed the point in time, when you began understanding conversations in Spanish. He noticed only when he said something similar again and your cheeks flushed bright pink. But it was just a silly joke, right? 

✧°. Perv!Rudy was hypnotized with your smell – he couldn’t determine if it was a detergent you washed your clothes with or a body wash that cleansed your soft, smooth skin from the dirt. If he only got a chance to stand close to you, he would discreetly inhale the scent of your hair. 

✧°. Perhaps, when he was standing right behind you, correcting your posture as you aimed forward at the shooting range, his head leaning over your shoulder to devour the sweet scent of yours.

✧°. And it got him thinking, what would your pussy smell like? What would your juices taste like on his tongue? Divine for sure. <3

✧°. Perv!Rudy would be strong on “marking his territory”. If you ever mentioned that you were cold near him, he would give you his hoodie without hesitation or doubt. The sight of you in the oversized clothing — a belonging of his, drenched with his scent and sweat would make Perv!Rudy go feral.  

✧°. Due to his hospitality and kindness it didn’t take long before you fully trusted the sergeant major. You didn’t mind his touches, even when he kept his hand over your shoulder or back almost all the time. His touch was warm and gentle. Always. 

✧°. You weren’t uncomfortable even when he began to playfully squeeze the plush of your thigh under the canteen’s table like it was his stress ball. 

✧°. Because Rodolfo is a thigh man, you cannot convince me otherwise. If you ever happen to wear thigh socks around him, he would pass out from euphoria.

✧°. One time, he saw a basket filled with your clean clothes and a certain pair of panties caught his attention. You left the laundry room for a moment as one of your friends pulled you out for some gossip. Perv!Rudy hesitated for a while before he snapped those panties from the clothes pile and tucked them into his pants’ pocket. 

✧°. Later that evening he would inspect the cotton material, pouring between his fingers, before wrapping it around his pulsating and leaking shaft. Rodolfo would pump hips into his own fist, thinking what you would look like, sitting here beside him and helping Rudy with his aching erection. :( 

✧°. He needed your help so badly – your innocent looking eyes glued to his face, waiting for further instructions on how to satisfy Sergeant Parra by stroking his thick, meaty shaft. 

✧°. Lately, while a mission went very, very wrong – you found yourself and Rudy being taken down the river by its stream. You managed to pull yourself and Rodolfo out of the agitated waters. 

✧°. Your clothes were soaked, tightly fitting to your feminine figure and the loud gasps you took for air – it was the first thing Rudy registered after you pulled him out of the river. He felt your hand pressed against his chest as you coughed out some water. 

✧°. Perv!Rudy was more than grateful and he couldn’t wait until there was a possibility to show how much he appreciated it. Sergeant found an abandoned cabin in the nearby woods – it was your camp for the night, as the dusk had fallen. 

And, oh no! Your walkie talkies were destroyed by the water! You had to wait until the rescue team would find you!

You were walking back and forth between one wall and another, trying to warm up. Every piece of clothing you and Rudy had on was drenched, the chilly air of the night only worsened the feeling of cold. 

A strong shiver shook your body and arms entangled around your torso, while his gaze was stuck on your trembling form. He was getting worried. 

━ We should take those clothes off and let them dry. ━ Rodolfo was older than you and therefore more experienced in crises like this. You knew he was right, but somehow hesitated for a moment, before removing your tactical vest.

━ Yeah, but wouldn’t it be… um, weird? 

You expressed your worries, you didn’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable! Just as you placed the gun holster and vest on the old, dusty table, next to his gear and weapon, the sergeant stepped closer. 

━ ¿Por qué? ━ Rudy asked, before pulling your long sleeved shirt through your head as you obediently raised your hands in the air. It took every inch of his willpower not to roam over your exposed chest with his palm. ━ If we go in the hypothermia, we’ll be dead in the morning. Nothing weird here, chiquita. 

He was right, the nights in Mexico during winter were cold and you just got out of the river. You had no extra clothes and starting a fire was off the table. 

Both of you continued stripping until all you had left was your underwear. Out of curiosity you took a look at his almost bare form, only his boxers covering some flesh. Rodolfo gathered some old blankets he found in the abandoned cabin and placed them on the floor.

Meanwhile you felt helpless – there was nothing more to do to warm yourself up. Your only option here was a walking radiator in front of you, your comrade Sergeant Parra. You stalked his movements as he moved through the room, placing blankets down. And before you knew, he was reaching his hand in your direction.

━ Ven aquí [sp.: Come here]. ━ Rudy slid himself under the big blanket, before inviting you to join. 

You didn’t hesitate for long, before laying down next to Rodolfo. You turned your back to him and grabbed the edge of the blanket, trying to keep the warm within its space. 

A little gasp escaped your mouth, when Rudy wrapped his bulky arm around your waist and pulled you into his muscular chest. His stomach was tightly clinging to the small of your back, his head almost leaning over your shoulder. The short hairs all over his thighs tickled your own limbs. 

━ You’re shaking. ━ He noticed with a worry audible in his voice. With your body pressed to his, he could feel each spasm of a muscle that indicated your early stage of hypothermia. 

━ I-It’s okay, I will w-warm up in a mi-minute. 

You were the textbook example of a woman with low blood pressure and freezing cold hands. You were almost always cold, but in a situation like this it only meant troubles – you couldn’t warm up properly. 

━ Shit, we got to do something about his, no? Don’t want you to freeze here, chica.  

Rudy’s arm that was entangled around your waist, reached down to the hem of his boxers. He took out his cock and began stroking it just like he liked it. Like he always did when thinking of you. 

━ R-Rudy, what are you…

━ Shhh ━ Rodolfo silenced you, his cheek resting a little higher than your temple ━ trust me on this one. 

When the sergeant finally was hard and aroused enough, he placed his cock between your soft thighs, so high up it clung tightly to your clothed pussy. You shifted slightly, but Rudy placed his hand on your hip, keeping you in one place.

He began slowly rolling his hips, sliding between your clenched thighs. His erect cock was almost pushing between your folds to rest between them.

━ R-Rudy, mhm. ━ You whimpered as the warmth of arousal slowly began spreading through your cold body. 

━ It feels better, yes? ━ Rodolfo asked, proud of himself and thanking the God for creating such circumstances where he could finally make you his girl. You only nodded weakly. ━ I need you to tell me, how does it feel now?

━ I-It feels g-good.

Rudy released your hip as it didn’t seem you would wriggle away now. He sneaked a hand through your hip and pubic bone to slightly pull the material of your panties to the side. Only then he could continue rubbing against your bare core, sliding easily due to your arousal. 

The tip of his cock was repeatedly teasing your swollen clit with the firm thrust of his hips. You let Rodolfo gently rock your body in a suitable rhythm. 

━ That’s right, just relax, bonita. Let me warm you up. 

Only when Rudy praised you, you managed to relax, feeling each limb more heavy and slack. His arm entangled around your waist again, the man’s palm making its way under the bra you were wearing. He wanted to play with your pretty breasts, that were tempting him for so long. 

You began to mewl and moan, when suddenly approaching your sweet climax. Your hand reached backwards to grab Rodolfo’s short hair, his heavy panting audible in your ear. 

With each thrust he kept slapping his front against your plump bum. Once he even released your breast to slap your jiggling ass and admire the red mark in the shape of his hand.

━ Rodo-oh-lfo! I’m gonna… ━ you squeezed your eyes shut, before any tears could escape them. Your little whimpers became almost pathetic ━  please. 

━ Good girl, come on, come on. You can do this. 

With a few more thrust against your sensitive nub with his throbbing cock, you felt the strong wave of ecstasy washing over you, causing the back of your head to dig into Rodolfo’s shoulder. 

Soon after you, he followed and reached sweet orgasm too – his length spasming and spurting cum onto your cunny and thighs. 

When you both began to calm down after sharing a sexual high, he turned you around to make you face him. Rudy couldn’t stop admiring your flustered face, lips slightly swollen and red. He traced their outline with his thumb, before peppering your cute face with kisses. 

Rodolfo kept your body flush to his, so no body warmth would waste as he kept praising you for being a good girl for him. He would watch over you while the side of your face sank into his chest muscles and you drifted off to sleep. 

Now, when you were properly heated, he didn’t have to worry about you getting yourself into hypothermia.

[lxvvie]

Simps 'R Us, Between the Sheets edition: Your faves and the wholesome and funny things you two get up to in bed, part I.

Capt. John Price - When he's half asleep and about to snore loud enough to wake the dead (Price vehemently denies this), you like to have random conversations with him because you know questions you ask will do one of two things: elicit a nonsensical answer from the Cap'n or... wake him up from his sleep altogether.

Gaz - Is curling up into himself because you're the big spoon, you're running your hands over his body because he's highkey lowkey ticklish, and your face is buried in his neck because... he's highkey lowkey ticklish. "Darling, please—" Gaz manages to gasp out between... wait, are you giggling, Garrick?

Soap - Your darling golden retriever chaotic good boyfriend loves... to sleep naked. You're not complaining, though, especially because he loves it when you lay on him. You've made a home for yourself between his thighs; his stomach is your pillow, and he usually has a hand rubbing your head. Helps him to relax, y'know, bonnie? And whenever you don't lay on him, it's an affront to Johnny's... everything. His heart is broken. His soul is crushed. You're too far away from him (even though you're still right under him). How could you do this to him? He can't live like this. No other stud muffin can offer you what he can, beautiful. But no really, bonnie, he needs you on top of him like... yesterday.

Ghost - You really like his body. Like... really like his body. You blow raspberries on his stomach, you smack his ass, you talk about his eyelashes—scratch that, you love his body. To you, every scar tells a story, and you've asked him plenty of times to talk about them. And then you did the unthinkable that had Simon wanting to disappear into the fucking blankets—"Si-bear, I didn't know you had a mole on your inner thigh!" Bloody fucking hell, he'll never hear the end of this. And then you kissed it and Ghost's face had never felt so bloody hot before. Christ, you'll be the death of him, sweetheart.

Roach - Nothing but the most sickeningly saccharine stuff to ever stuff happens with Roach. A poke-fest, a kiss-fest, a tickle-fest, you name it, it happens. Roach loves to sleep with his face buried in your chest and arms wound tight around you. Always. You rubbing his head soothes him to sleep as well.

Alex - You're also the big spoon here, too. You're busy talking about conspiracy theories you believe the government is/was involved in and Alex is entertaining you ("That so, Boss?"). In actuality, his eyes are comically wide because the truth is oftentimes stranger than fiction and you may or may not be walking a little heavy there, Boss.

Alejandro - Is the big spoon to your little spoon in bed no matter what you're doing. Loves to intertwine your legs together, too. Alejo murmurs how much he loves you in your ear and kisses the top of your head before telling you good night.

Rudy - Sometimes when he's asleep, you'll whisper "Rodolfo" in his ear which causes Rudy to shoot up, eyes comically wide because the only time someone calls him by his full government name is when he gets into shit but it wasn't him this time, it was that idiot Alvarez— "Didn't get to tell you good night and I love you, Rudy, so... good night and I love you, Rudy." Oh. Oh. Ha. Real funny.

Farah - A cuddle bunny through and through. She loves laying up under you, her head resting on your shoulder or under your chin, or her face in the crook of your neck. She wants to hear you as you sleep. She wants to feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest or the resonances as you speak. Farah simply can't get enough of you.

Keegan - It's really you teasing him because Keegan isn't one to really get flustered or deviate from his infamously neutral expression. Much. Until you came along. You two are relaxing in bed and you're the one randomly calling out, "Hey, Kee-Kee," to which Keegan makes the most surprised and disgusted face in response and you're wheezing.

[neimlise]

Alejandro, texting (Y/n) and Rudy: text me when you guys got home safely

(Y/n): I’m home dangerously

Alejandro: stop it

Rudy: I’m home lethally

[bigguyenthusiast]

Ass or tits post but they barely answer the question

NSFW text !!!

Btw if yawll have any headcannon ideas do send them in pls !!! Smooches !!

John price

this is absurd, to think you would ask him such a disrespectful question, I mean if you weren’t dating this is a huge HR violation, plus he won’t just pick like you’re some object he gets to use to his pleasure (thighs and fupas)

Simon Riley

Ass…. No wait he likes tits

Actually he likes ass… but maybe more so the thighs… nah nah it’s just ass … actually here, go wear these outfits and come back to me, I need to make my mind up for sure, you know, for research purposes.

John McTavish

Couldn’t choose, had to go run a few laps to clear his brain

Came back and just held your shoulders and said

“Yes”

You’d be confused and ask him the question again and he’d just look at you with sad eyes and whimper out

“Please don’t make me chose”

Kyle Garrick

Tits, absolutely tits, this man has a thing for milfs, my darlings with big or small tits, if he sees you in a blouse or a tank top that shows your cleavage, he’s running the nearest bathroom to relieve himself.

You had to go undercover on a mission once, having to dress up as a server at a strip club, you needed to have ears on the inside, and he had to save all the footage he was watching… for safety purposes of course, what if he didn’t notice a very illegal bad thing happen to you on his 89th rewatch ?!

Rodolfo parra

Tits, but also into necks, he also loves your back, and the curve of your hips, and how your rolls show when he has you in a weird position, and he loves watching you change or slip into your everyday clothes, how some tights fabrics tug at your pretty plush skin, he loves it when you lay your feet on his lap, silently asking him to rub them for you, watching you stretch, watching you walk, how you interact with others …

Wait sorry what was the question ?

Alejandro Vargas

This whore…. Ass.

He’d slap your ass ever time you’re walking by, if you’re leaning on a counter, on your phone, he would stand behind you and slap your ass bongos, laughing and kissing your temple as you try to smack him.

If he sees you sleeping on your side he will crawl lower and cuddle your ass, it’s just such a nice cushion  :(

One time the team all went out for drinks after a successful mission, and you changed into a white tank top, low cut bell bottom jeans and Rudy handed you a cowboy hat as a joke, but all Alejandro could think about is which bathroom is the closest for him to take you.

Also steals your panties after every quickie

Valeria

See….. here’s the thing, Valeria loves one thing, and that thing is seeing you all submissive and ready for her to take, she loves sitting in a meeting with some dealers, her legs spread, you by her feet, hugging onto the lower part of her legs, humping on her dirty boot, your tits pressed against her knee as your clothed pussy rubs in messy motions as you try to get some sort of release, she loves holding a gun to your head, asking you to only make eye contact with her, in a room filled with judging eyes.

She needs everyone to know what’s hers, and what would happen if they even dared to speak of what’s hers.

König

Listen, I see könig as a little weirdo, a lil freaky boy. When he’s infatuated with someone, he won’t be able to find a single flaw in them, seeing your skirt riding up at bit too high that shows your ass that’s covered in opaque stockings, and if there’s a little rip in those stockings, even if the rip is like, down near your ankle, he’s gonna pop a boner.

If you’re a fashion girly that likes to show their body off oh baby he’s buying you anything you want if you just give him a show, tops that barely hide your nipples, about 90% of your tits out on display, one slip and you’ll be flashing him.

Seeing you in his clothes, seeing his hoodie bunched up around around waist as you hold it up a bit, fixing your pants, oh he’s going to jump that hoodie later.

Horangi

Tits, or so he thought, he’s always found your chest gorgeous, what he wouldn’t give to be able to suck on your nipples day and night, that is until you were sparring one time, you had him in a chokehold… with your thoughts pressed against his neck, his head resting on your lap as you look down at him, animalistic fire in them as you grin down at him, all he could think about was how your eyes gazed down on his, how the pressure of your thick thighs pressed against his neck felt like heaven, like the pain in his neck was cured (it wasn’t)

After the sparring match he just had to collect his thoughts, he needed you to be on top of him, preferably with your crotch right on top of his face with your soft sweaty thighs caging him in .

Laswell

This lady……… she’s the hard dom price wishes he was.

She’s so calm and collected on the outside, at her work everyone sees her as this no nonsense lady who refuses to listen to some old fart tell her what she can and can’t do, she’ll always do what’s right

And so when her pretty girl, in a gorgeous dress she got for you, comes to her job, holding a tiny bag filled with her lunch, hair done, makeup looking flawless, and a bright smile that makes her coworkers envy her.

She loves her sweet girl that’s too innocent to notice how promiscuous she looks in that form fitting dress, how her tits press together when she hands her the bag, Kate would simply thank you, kissing you briefly before giving your bum a smack as she tells you to get back home and get ready for her tonight

What? The woman is stressed at work and her girl comes in looking like a goddess in a tight dress, plus it’s not like any of her coworkers blame her.

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

COD Masterlist

Masterlist Key:

Smut:💦

Fluff:🩵

Angst: 💔

SIMON RILEY BLURB MASTERLIST

Simon Ghost Riley-

Late Nights 💦

Ghost soft moment with his baby girl 🩵

Simon telling you he loves you for the first time 🩵

Soap, The Matchmaker🩵

We All Have Our Demons🩵💔

You're Mine 💦

You Can't Leave Me💔

You're a Minx, You Know That?💦

Dreams💔

"I Do"🩵

I'll Take the Big Blue One!🩵

I've Got You, Kid💔🩵

Simon's Bundle of Joy 🩵

Before He Was "Ghost," He was Simon. 💔🩵

What's Your Favorite Color? 💦🩵

Words of Wisdom🩵

Date With Your Lieutenant🩵💦

Teach Me How To Ride?🩵

Innate Desire to Protect Part 2💔🩵

Innate Desire to Protect💔

Piece of me when I'm away🩵

Konig-

I Never Got to Propose 💔

To Always Having Each Other's Backs🩵💔

141 + Konig & Others Scenarios:

141 + König & Alejandro With Reader Surprising Them With Lingerie 🩵💦

141 With Reader Who Uses Their Callsign in Emergency Situation 💔🩵

141 + König With Reader Who is a Major Cuddlebug 🩵

141 + LV & König x Reader, Where You Don't Say I Love You Back 🩵

141 + König x Fem! Reader Going Down On Them 💦

141+ Alejandro, Rudy, and Konig w/ Pregnant Reader Headcannons 🩵

141 + König & Alejandro Eating Their Fem! Partner Out 💦

141 + König Breaking their GN! Partners Bed 💦

141 + König With Fem!Reader Riding Them💦

141 + König x Reader's First Kiss 🩵

141 + König x GN Reader When You Slap/Grab Their Ass Playfully 🩵💦

Ghost/Soap/König's Reaction to Reader Pouring Salt in Their Coffee 🩵

How the 141 Boys + König react to the reader getting an epidural 🩵

141 + König with a Reader Who Sneezes are Loud as Shit🩵

141 + König + LV Cumming Too Quick 💦

141 + Konig Telling the Reader They Love Them for The First Time 🩵

141 + König & Alejandro With A GN! Reader Who Dodges a Kiss 🩵

141 + König Where Reader Asks Them For A Baby 💦🩵

141 + König Where Fem! Reader Gets Jealous/Insecure 💔🩵

141 + König Where They Hurt The Reader During Sex 💔💦🩵

141 + König Where The Reader Finds Out She's Having Twins🩵

141 + König Where The Reader Wipes Off Their Kiss 🩵💦

141 + König Where The Reader Squirts For The First Time 💦

141 + Königs Favorite Positions / How They Enjoy Sex HC's 💦🩵

141 + König Where Reader Accidentally Calls Them Daddy In Bed 💦

141 + König Reacting To Reader Having A Breakdown From Past Trauma 💔🩵

141 + König Rejecting Reader, Then Regretting It 💔🩵

Losing Your Virginity To 141 + König 💦🩵

141 + LV & König Begging Fem! Reader to Sit On Their Face 💦

Giving 141 Boys Roadhead 💦

Catching 141 + König By Surprise With A Kiss 🩵

141 + König Telling Reader They Hate Them In An Arguement 💔🩵

141 + König Fluff Headcannons 🩵

141 + König Crying In Front Of Reader For First Time 💔🩵

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