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R U feminist?

I will be the first bitch to be impregnated by a strap

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here are some 🌸🌼🌸🌼🌸🌼 to show support and appreciation for your fics(my introduction to you was a amazing Adler x OC fic) as well to help support your creative mind

I LOVE UUUU

God I remember that, it was such a long time ago omg TTwTT

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Are you single?

yes I'm only attracted to fictional old men and evil women >_<''

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This is the worst timeline. (x)

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Hiii I wanted to let u guys know that the first chapter of a COD project I'm working on with my friend has been posted on AO3<33

Ghost/Roach/Soap nation how we feeling

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do you like either eden or bimbo!reader better?

I honestly can't choose! I think both Eden and Bimbo!Reader are unique in their own ways and they both have things that I find interesting and enjoyable. At the moment I'm hyperfixated with Eden and AI (even got a tattoo about AI goddamn the 'tism hits hard), so I'd say that for now, though not exactly liking her better than Bimbo!Reader, she's been in my mind more.

Nerd ramble ahead !! 😭😭

Despite the fact that Eden is unable to experience emotions, she's programmed to mimic human emotions, and she herself chooses to tease Simon because her code finds the reactions pleasant. Though everything written has been fluff so far, I believe Eden has a lot of potential when it comes to other genres such as angst.

Like, imagine being so lonely that you fall in love with something that isn't human, something created by a group of engineers and perfectly crafted to mimic what a human is like. If she reciprocates Simon's feelings, is it because she's somehow able to be sentient enough that she gets to experience emotions, or is she acting that way because she's programmed to have unwavering loyalty to Simon? Eden was specifically created for someone with Simon's personality after all, so to what point does her code extend when it comes to what she experiences?

Not to mention she will eventually have a physical body, so if Simon ever wants to try something with her, will an AI be able to consent, or is she simply agreeing to be intimate with Simon because she's programmed to assist him?

And what if she somehow gets lost, left behind, or if she sacrifices herself/gets used as bait because, at the end of the day, a human life is seen as far more valuable than a robot's by society's standards. Simon wouldn't know how to cope because, really, how do you cope with the ''death'' of something that was never alive in the first place?

Would he get a new AI assistant, or will he refuse to get a new one until the engineers somehow manage to get Eden back? What if he's offered a new Eden, yet she's so different from the one he fell in love with? So plain and empty, not knowing about anything him and the original Eden experienced.

BUT !! I'm a bitch for fluff so it's likely that'll never happen 💗

There's also A LOT of potential for smut once Eden gets a physical body. She may not have a vagina, but Simon can and will use wireplay to his advantage !!

RAHHH I went off and rambled a lot, sorry, the hyperfixation is strong rn fehjbkefhjbkhjbef

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>Silly sex with Simon Riley. 💗

“Fuck, love...” Simon's needy voice hits your ear, calloused hands roaming up and down your body as if his life depends on it, leaving a track of fire that burns from within.

“Don't call me love, mate.” His thrusts falter for a second, letting out a small chuckle before he starts moving again, his meaty cock slipping in and out of your needy cunt. Simon's grip tightens on your body, not leaving a single inch of skin untouched.

“Don't call me mate. Feels like I'm shaggin' one of the lads.” Your little giggles hit like music to his ears, even when they're interrupted by moaning the moment his tip slams against your cervix, letting you feel every single inch of his veiny dick.

“Bet you'd like that, wanker.” Your playful insults do nothing but act as fuel for Simon, the little amused smirk he shoots you as he starts to thrust deeper into you, the sound of his muscular thighs slapping against your ass ring around the room, only adding to the atmosphere you both set minutes ago.

“'S much better than wanking.” His face only seeks deeper shelter into the crook of your neck the moment you try to push him away and call him gross while giggling, allowing his burly arms to wrap around your waist only to bring your warm body closer to his, open-mouthed kisses planted all over your neck despite the chuckles escaping his lips.

“What kind o' mints do soldiers use?” Simon couldn't let the quiet gasps take over— not when he had you underneath him, looking prettier than ever, eyes glossy from laughing and the most lovely smile he's ever seen.

“What?” You ask after a few seconds, getting lost in the way Simon looks straight out of a porno— a thin layer of sweat covering his pale skin, muscles bulging out of his skin with the strain from thrusting into your sopping pussy, his face slightly scrunched up the moment your walls tighten around him.

“Tac-tics.” You try to hold in your laugh— truly, you do, yet the cheeky grin Simon gives you is enough to make your resolve falter, giggles mixing in with the moaning at the feeling of his thick cock throbbing inside you, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks just to bring him in closer, keeping eye contact even as his eyes crinkle, deep chuckles escaping his lips despite himself.

Simon's lips crash against yours last second, part of him not wanting you to hear just how good you're making him feel, your warm walls wrapping around him like vice, making him thrust deeper and harder into you, shooting ropes of cum right into your cunt way earlier than he would've liked, yet the feeling of your wet tongue sloppily wrapping around his is enough to make him forget about any worries.

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I NEED to fuck him so bad it's not even funny

Mr. Crawling's personal heaven is between your thighs.

His large hands roam over your body, caressing every inch of soft, creamy skin he can reach. A blissful whimper leaves his pale lips the moment your grip on his long, dark hair tightens, desperately pulling him closer, needing to feel more of him—

And who is he to deny the light of his life? His touch becomes hungrier, needy groans muffled by your sopping cunt, not caring about the mess of saliva and your sweet juices dripping down his chin, pooling over his bare chest. It makes him feel wanted, claimed; knowing that he's the only one who gets to see you like this, to taste you.

His long, dark tongue pokes past his lips, licking a teasing stripe over your throbbing cunt, dragging a whiny moan out of you, his chest puffing out slightly with pure pride. Mr. Crawling's cold hands drift down to your thighs, parting them just enough to accommodate more of his massive body between them, holding you still as his tongue plunges into you inch by tantalizing inch.

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Mr. Crawling's personal heaven is between your thighs.

His large hands roam over your body, caressing every inch of soft, creamy skin he can reach. A blissful whimper leaves his pale lips the moment your grip on his long, dark hair tightens, desperately pulling him closer, needing to feel more of him—

And who is he to deny the light of his life? His touch becomes hungrier, needy groans muffled by your sopping cunt, not caring about the mess of saliva and your sweet juices dripping down his chin, pooling over his bare chest. It makes him feel wanted, claimed; knowing that he's the only one who gets to see you like this, to taste you.

His long, dark tongue pokes past his lips, licking a teasing stripe over your throbbing cunt, dragging a whiny moan out of you, his chest puffing out slightly with pure pride. Mr. Crawling's cold hands drift down to your thighs, parting them just enough to accommodate more of his massive body between them, holding you still as his tongue plunges into you inch by tantalizing inch.

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I NEED TO KNOW IF YOU WERE THE PERSON WHO MADE THAT GUIDE TO COD MW2

I’VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW OF THAT WAS YOU

Yesss, that was me. It took me a bit to find it but here you go. 💗

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Virgin!König is fucking ravenous. Joining the military at 17 and generally being unpleasant didn't give him many options, always focusing on pushing his body to the limit rather than trying to find something to fuck. He can't handle rejection— it's too much for him. He's too prideful, too intense.

Virgin!König is a fucking loser. He doesn't know if he's looking too deep into it when you willingly start to spend more time alone with him, always touching a part of him no matter what. He excuses himself to the bathroom when you put your hand on his thigh, trying his best to make his boner go down, yet no matter what, his fat cock stays up until he jerks off.

Once you break down his walls and get him to fuck you? Poor you.

König jackhammers his meaty cock into you at a punishing rhythm, letting you feel every single inch of his hard dick. He's too big, crushing you down with his massive body yet too pussy-drunk to even realize. The only thing he can feel is your cunt wrapping perfectly around him, his leaking tip slamming into your spongy cervix every single time.

Needy, open-mouthed kisses are planted all over your neck before he goes down, desperately latching onto one of your nipples to muffle his embarrassingly high-pitched whimpers.

His thrusts are nothing short of brutal, using your much smaller body as a fleshlight, mind too hazy to focus on anything other than using your little hole to make himself cum.

His tongue circles your nipple before he starts suckling into it again, desperately trying to go deeper even when the entrance of your cervix is stopping him. His hips crash against yours, jackhammering into you without care until he's able to slam his cock as deep inside of you as possible, shooting ropes of thick, white cum right into your fertile, needy womb.

He's not embarrassed about cumming fast, already feeling his cock harden into your cunt, ready for another round.

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There's only 3 people Simon follows on social media. Gaz, Soap... and a pornstar he's been obsessed with for months.

He loves coming back from missions and seeing you promoting your new content on Twitter, always getting fucked by a different person— never the same man or woman twice.

He'd be lying if he said he doesn't think he can fuck you better than the men jackhammering into you without care, or the women who keep staring at the camera rather than focusing on your lovely body. He could do it so much better, stuffing your pretty cunt full of eight inches of thick, veiny meat.

Warm water runs down his body as he rubs his throbbing cock, calloused hands toying with the angry, red tip before he smears it all over his shaft, almost cumming at the wet sound that rings around the shower when he jerks off again.

His leaking precum sticks to his hand, begging him to keep going while he scrolls down your Twitter. Half-lidded brown eyes struggle to stay open when he sees a new photo of you, groaning at the way your bright smile overpowers the thick cum smeared all over your lovely tits, looking so proud of finishing another man off and getting marked.

His boner is almost painful at this point. He's sure his arm is going to get a cramp after this, but he's too far gone to care.

Simon's fantasies run wild as he keeps scrolling and liking your new content. He's barely lucid enough to register the newest video, looking at the skimpy clothing you're wearing being ripped off by an older man, cock thrusting into you wildly, almost punishingly. There's nothing more lovely than your expression when you get penetrated, wide eyes looking at the camera and pretty lips turned into an "o" shape before you smile, clearly enjoying every single inch of meat stuffed into your needy cunt.

“Fuck.” His hand works faster down his shaft, the familiar tight feeling in his heavy balls returning while he lets out a low moan. A tidal wave of euphoria hits him when his half-lidded brown eyes return to the video, muscles flexing and tensing up as he releases thick ropes of cum onto the floor, letting the water wash it away.

His hips buck uncontrollably as he squeezes the last drops of thick cum out of his cock with a couple of low groans, hand finally slowing down.

His muscles finally relax, chest rising up and down while he tries to recover from the intense orgasm. He can't help but look at the ropes of release being washed away, secretly hoping they were in you instead.

His phone vibrates in his hand, and he immediately looks at it with a raised eyebrow, breath catching in his throat when he reads the notification announcing that you follow him back.

Part II | Part III

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Sex Pollen — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

girl dinner since my König sex pollen has over 900 notes♡

"That's it, love..." Ghost growls out as he pushes your hips up and down slowly, your warm, wet cunt engulfing his thick dick as his hips thrust up to meet you halfway. Your womb is already full of his cum, yet Ghost is unable to stop, each orgasm seemed to just be making his cock harder and his balls tighter. Being all the way inside you felt too damn good.

"So pretty like this, sweet girl... like you were made to take my fuckin' cock all the way inside that tight little cunt." He muttered between clenched teeth, trying his best not to cum inside you yet. For the first time in his life, Ghost was willingly having sex, and oh God, he can't believe he has been missing out on this. His thrusts were slow and deep, making sure to put your pleasure before his, hitting all the right spots with his fat cock.

"Ghost...—" His name being moaned out by you felt like music to his ears, his eyes narrowing slightly as his grip on your hips got tighter, pushing you faster up and down his dick as your tight walls gripped him, a mix of your cream and his cum coating his length, making a ring on the base of it. Though his face was concealed by the balaclava, you can see his expressive eyes focused completely on your face, basking in the pretty faces you make when you're cock-drunk. You already forgot how many orgasms he's pulled out of you, yet it all feels too damn good to ask him to stop, even when your cunt is abused and fucked-out.

"Fuck— angel, let me cum in you." He pleads for your consent, just as he did the last four times he came inside. "Want to fill you up so good, baby, please." Ghost's eyes roll to the back of his head as you give him your approval, groaning and grunting as he begins to thrust harder and deeper into you, his gloved hands pulling your hips all the way down so his cock is completely inside you as his thick, warm cum fills your womb up.

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I miss you, neet!reader!!!!! Come home, girl, show us how you analyze your buddy's body. Gotta learn how it feels! How it makes your tummy bulge! Oh my god, for science? For science.

Neet!Reader my beloved...

Something about the big, brooding bastard managing to love and appreciate the company of a weird woman makes me happy. Yeah, he's so cool, full of scars, tattoos, and muscles that bulge beneath his dark clothes; yet he's still reduced to a putty mess who gives in to his best friend's demands no matter how ridiculous they are. Sure, pretty thing, explore his body and make him hard for the sake of accuracy in your art.

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Which body parts belong to who on the extra limbs ghost? Im having a hard time trying to find out who belongs to who

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Price's arm is holding the gun, while Johnny's arm and hand are merged into it.

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I wanna nerd out a bit about the new operator (3-headed Ghost) because I just bought him and I can't stop looking at him.

While he is a bizarre combination of limbs from the TF141 members, he's listed as a member of KorTac, a private military contractor in the game known for having the bad guys, including Makarov, Graves, and some Konni soldiers. As of now, all the information of the operator appears as [REDACTED].

The masks he wears are arranged in chronological order following the events of the campaign, starting from the one on the right side, worn by Simon during Grave's betrayal. The mask in the middle is from the cinematic where Simon and Johnny meet up with Rodolfo again to rescue Alejandro, and the mask on the left side is from another cinematic, where Ghost's team eventually defeats Shadow Company.

He has five arms, two of which belong to Simon and are located on the right side of his body. On the left side of his body, two of the three arms are mutated together, and one of the arms belongs to Soap -easily recognizable by his SAS tattoo-, grasping Price's arm, while Gaz's arm is on the back.

Some of the accessories he wears include Gaz's cap,

Price's scarf,

and Farah's headband.

While he is listed as a KorTac operator, still attached to it can be seen a United Kingdom Special Forces patch on Ghost's arm.

Another curious fact is that the solitary arms on the back (belonging to Simon and Gaz) and Simon's head do not stop twitching, to the point it looks rather painful, as the head twitches force his entire body to move as well.

When you're in the selection screen, the Alone operator examines his mutated arm for a few seconds before moving on.

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As much as I adore him, being married to Simon is betting on a losing dog. 

It’s missed anniversaries and important dates, it’s him only being home a few months out of the year, it’s having to break down his walls every time someone close to him dies, it’s having the patience of a saint with little to no reward, it’s a rushed apology every single time; maybe with flowers if he manages to find the time, it’s vacation time cut early because he was called for an emergency deployment, it’s walking on eggshells to make sure you don’t trigger him, it’s providing him with constant reassurance that you’ll be safe despite being married to him, it’s giving him all you’ve got until there’s nothing left.