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THE SERIES!!!!!!!!!!!!

Call Of Duty

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle & His Love

Captain John Price

John & his Sweetheart

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Poly141!

A Simple (Mis) Understanding

Can't stop thinking about....

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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prettyoatmeal · 3 days

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muncher!könig, but only if it's relates to your pussy — he's a good boy that stays loyal his temple, one that is keeped right between your supple thighs, rounded flesh keeps his thick fingerprints from the way he holds on to them, because otherwise you'll slip out from under the ministrations of his fat tongue, and he doesn't want that at all.

könig easily brings you to overstimulation every time, because if you let him try once, he won't come off — licking into your sopping, coated in your slick and his saliva, cunt, tracing circles around your slit and moving up and down, jaw opening till it's hurts him and his nose is bumping and rubbing against your twitching little clit.

he's everywhere — inside where your gooey, gummy walls pulse around his tongue that lolled out to fuck into your sweet pussy and against your spongy spots, or outside — where könig endlessly sucks on your swollen clit or licks against your slit, folds puffy and fluttering just as your eyelashes everytime you roll your eyes back inside your mushy, empty head.

everything squelches, ringing in your ears together with loud slurps and chocked groans that emanate from könig's slightly chapped lips, now soft because of how much they are coated in your slick and creamy cum, dribbling to his chin and down to your trembling thighs, before landing onto once dry sheets.

könig won't stop until his hunger is satisfied, in spite of how much more chocked and squeaky your melodic moans and mewls become — slowly turning into sobs and whines, small twitches of your limp limbs.

cause once you let a dog get a taste, he won't stop begging for more.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

#THIS!!!!!!!#CANON!!!!

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prettyoatmeal · 3 days

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nothing makes himbo!könig feel more like he could conquer the world alone than when you put your hand on his bicep instead of hand-holding while you’re walking. it gives him full body shivers, bending his elbow and letting your arm link around his delicately. the protectiveness brewing inside of him at the gesture always makes him puff his chest out, feeling ready to handle anything coming his way, even if that is just a particularly aggressive salesperson on the street. don’t get me started on if you also lean your body into him and rest your head on his arm. you’re just so cute and clearly in need of your big, beefy boyfriend to protect and lead you. könig can definitely do that. he’s like your own human sized guard dog.

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prettyoatmeal · 3 days

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cuddling doesn't have to be romantic

cuddling can be platonic.

cuddle your friends

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prettyoatmeal · 4 days

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simon ‘sweet talking’ riley who knows exactly what to say to get you back in his bed :(

c/w: nothing really, implications of smut but nothing graphic, arguments, fluff kinda

not even in a toxic way. he just knows exactly how to make your knees turn to mush with that thick manc timbre of his. the silent treatment never lasts long against him

just imagine, it’s date night. you two haven’t had any alone time in forever since he’s just so busy with work. you get all dolled up for him. went to the salon and got your hair and nails done, bought a new dress and everything

just for him to not notice any of it when you come downstairs, your hopeful smile dropping when he just presses a kiss to the side of your head and guides you out the front door

this put you in a sour mood at dinner, which in turn led to an argument which then lead to you two going home early. the shouting match carried on for a few hours until all the fight had been drained from your bones. instead a bitter and melancholy silence hangs on the walls of your shared house

you were both in the bedroom now, simon sat on the edge of the bed, a beer in one hand and his head resting in the other. his once prim appeared now dishevelled and stressed. he hears you shuffling around and peers his head around to watch you

it’s almost methodically how you undo your appearance. hands deftly unclasping your necklace and putting it back in your jewellery box. you sit down on the foot of the bed, unbuckling your heels but leaving them strewn on the floor before slipping off your dress

he watches as the black fabric slips from your shoulders and pools at your feet. he doesn’t miss the new lingerie set you must’ve worn for the special occasion. he lets out a sigh, putting his beer down and walking over to you

you stop what you’re doing when you feel his arms wrap around you from behind, a frown pulling at your lips when he buries his face into the crook of your neck,

“ya look beautiful, lovie…” he hums, one of his fingers slipping ever so slightly under the waistband of your panties. you wriggle in his tight hold but he doesn’t let up

“stop, simon…” you whine but he ignores you, pressing kisses to the nape of your neck instead

“ya’think I didn’t notice all this?” he coos, “how you got all prettied up for me tonight? new hair and dress and everything…”

he gently sways you from side to side, breathing in the scent of your perfume. you let out a content sigh, your earlier frown still present on your face

“I know I acted like a wanker, love. lemme make it up to ya. show my pretty wife jus’ how much I love her. want all the neighbours to know just how stunning I think you are…” he continues and you hate how he always has this affect on you, can never keep you mad at him

he leans his head around to place a few soft pecks to your lips. you don’t miss the smirk that spreads across his face when you lean up to deepen the kiss :(

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prettyoatmeal · 4 days

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Gaz convincing you that just kissing doesn’t count as sex, obviously, it’s nothing like it in the eyes of the lord. And it’s fine if he rubs against you a bit, let humans have their creature comforts. And you know does oral really count as losing your virginity? And I mean, anal—

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prettyoatmeal · 5 days

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simon riley loves himself a chubby girl — being a big man he is simon addicted to the feel of weight against him, as well as the softness, plushness of the supple flesh, and he isn't small by himself at all.

he's got a lot of muscle mass, a wide body with a small belly and wide palms that will fit perfectly on your body, he's ready to swear he's just going crazy when he sees the chubby girls, and you've come to him at the best time to knock a man to his knees before you.

simon is gentle and caring — all the best for his girl, he can't keep his hands to himself, he can't stop carrying you in his arms like a princess and moving mountains for you alone, he even learned to cook, no matter how difficult it is, just to please you with your favorite treats.

and he especially loves you in the bed, with passion and tenderness, stroking the supple skin and every fold and your pudgy belly as if you were about to shatter like a marble sculpture.

simon treats you like one, too — calloused and rough, wide palms caress every hollow and stretch mark that forms on your skin like tiger stripes with a tenderness that makes you shudder, fingers greedily, almost possessively gripping your rounded ass and digging in before moving to your waist.

he caresses, kisses, whispers sweet words of affection that slip past his thin lips with rumbling purrs like — “fricking hell you pretty, my beautiful girl with such a perfect, mind blowing body„ and you can't even muster anything harsh against yourself, tell him he's not right, because he is, you're a goddess to him.

a goddess with a sweet, fat pussy that he likes to devour with you sitting on his face, your body is literally limp and occasionally trembling with small convulsions of pleasure while simon's crooked nose fidgets and rubs against your clit, his wide tongue flattens against your weeping, fluttering cunt.

you drown his face in your honey like sweet slick and creamy cum, letting it dribble past your folds against his lapping tongue that already curls deeper again — simon won't let you off till he pulled at least couple of orgasms out of you.

because he likes to see how you look when he folds you in missionary, to see your glossy and half lidded delirious gaze, your body feels even softer, limp after all that he's done with his tongue, emptying you completely and leaving only mess and pulsing need in your puffy, clenching pussy.

so simon will fuck you nicely, stuffing you full of his meaty cock as you'll cunt grip him tightly, sucking him balls deep and he wouldn't even mind — harsh rolls of his hips leaving you gasping and mewling into the thick air, skin glistening with sweat as he toys with your pretty, rounded tits and cups them as gently, while rearranging your insides.

he'll make you cum again and again, fill you with his potent, creamy loads just to see how it dribbles out of your gooey cunny, making simon's every new thrust squelch.

and he won't stop fucking his pretty girl into the mattress, with his slightly pudgy stomach rubbing against your belly — until you squirt all over the sheets and shake against the sheets, vision whitening out as your cunt clamp and pulse around his fat length, with simon grinning smugly.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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prettyoatmeal · 5 days

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Soap (who you’ve never met before ever in your life) being your server during an anniversary dinner with your long-time boyfriend except he took one look at you by the host stand and decided he had to have you.

Calls you “sweet thing” while he unwraps a straw and puts it in your water glass for you.

Asks if you’re out with your brother (without making eye contact with your boyfriend) and even after you told him no, he still ‘makes the mistake’ a few other times during the meal.

Stops over way more than is necessary. Probably has the kitchen intentionally screw up your appetizer so that when you bring it up he can make you feed him off of your fork. For quality control, of course. “Cannae have a sweet thing like you wasting the talents of a pretty mouth like that on something below par.”

Your boyfriend is pissed. Sends back his food twice and makes such a scene that the manager comes over. When he throws accusations of an “overly fucking friendly waiter,” you try to smooth the situation over by saying that everything was fine. Your boyfriend gets so riled that he throws a fistful of cash on the table and tells you it should cover his meal and your ride home.

Soap swoops in while you’re sobbing at the table. Slides in your side of the booth carrying a scoop of vanilla ice cream topped with an obscene amount of whipped cream and a cherry. Squashes you up against the wall while he coos kind things in your ear. Like he’s reading off a script meticulously chosen to include all of the right things that make you let down your guard enough to agree to let him drive you home.

“Wouldnae hear of you driving yourself home in this state, kitty.”

And once he finally gets you back to his, he goes in for the kill. Keeps saying the right things, keeps wrapping his arm around you and pulling you right into his side, keeps pushing his face close to yours. So much so that it almost feels like it’s your idea when you- still hiccuping and sniffling softly- lean forward and close the centimeters wide gap between you.

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prettyoatmeal · 5 days

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i can’t believe this is happening… i’ve been thinking of the al-shifa siege for the past five six days and it has literally made me sick. when will this end?

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prettyoatmeal · 6 days

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what if viking!simon x reader haven’t kissed at all since their wedding? like they’re having all the sex and stuff but they still haven’t kissed yet (maybe simon doesn’t think to bc he thinks he’s still just fulfilling a need and not seeing it as something intimate w reader, and reader is too shy to ask)

but then they finally do (maybe during sex maybe not) and it’s a lightbulb moment for both of them and he just turns to mush 🫠 like you said - it’s like a scratch behind his ear, like he realises she’s actually likes/loves him

(sorry i love fluffy slightly angsty smut to my core)

thank you! x

god I just want a little kiss okay? just a little one as a treat

c/w: sex, doggy style, simon’s wife just wants a lil kiss

he just doesn’t get it. why would you ask him for such a thing? it’s too intimate, he thinks to himself as his cock pumps in and out of your cunt from behind. too much, he continues in his head after planting one foot on the edge of the mattress for leverage as he picks up the pace. very complicated.

it doesn’t seem odd to him that the two of you fuck regularly with no romantic strings attached. yes, you’re husband and wife but you aren’t in love. the sex is just the two of you fulfilling a need. scratching each other’s itch, is the way he likes to put it

he’s tempted to tell you no. to shut down your childlike fantasies of love and romance with no remorse. but you look so pretty like this, he thinks. on your hands and knees in his bed, head turned to the side to look up with pleading eyes, mouth moving to spill out more pleas and begs for just a kiss husband, please

so he leans down, one hand tangled in your hair to keep you pinned to the mattress, to slot his lips against yours. it’s far from a loving, gentle kiss. it’s raw. desperate. his tongue is tangled with yours. no care of wether you give him permission or not

it’s only when he feels the way your cunt clamps around him in a way he’s never felt before, the way your body slumps against the mattress and melts against his brute frame, and the pretty way you moan out his name. moan out for more…

only then does he understand

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prettyoatmeal · 6 days

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If ww3 does start, blame israel, usa, and the uk.

History is written daily, and we must let it be known Iran was provoked and doing what ANY other country would have done if their embassy was attacked.

My fav commentary was 'Look how they don't try to attack schools, hospitals, and other non military targets, unlike israel.'

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prettyoatmeal · 6 days

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''Fuck— like that, baby.'' It's downright filthy, the way Simon's hand rubs his fat cock up and down, legs wide open and thighs held up by his girlfriend, your tongue darting out and lapping at his puckered hole. His head tilts back as another low moan escaped his lips, his fingers now rubbing his sensitive tip, spreading the mix of your saliva and his leaking precum all over.

Wet sounds fill the room as he jerks off faster, back arching in pleasure while you keep your assault on his tight hole, tongue circling all over it before you slowly begin to ease into it, enjoying the downright pornographic deep moans coming out of Simon. Your hands push his legs closer to his body, applying slight pressure to have more space to freely eat his ass, his free hand holding your head closer to his ass.

''Fuck— fuck.'' His back arches more as his hand grips your head tighter, pushing your head closer to his ass, your nose now fully against his taint as he jerks off faster, eyes rolling to the back of his head as another deep moan escapes his lips, feeling his balls tighten and his cock throb.

'''M gonna cum, baby.'' He manages to groan out and you simply nod your head, sinking your tongue deeper into his ass, tasting every single inch of him as you tongue-fuck him. His head tilts back as a louder moan escapes his lips, shooting ropes into his own hand and chest, not even caring about the mess he made all over himself as he rides out his orgasm, hand milking his balls dry until no more cum spurts out.

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prettyoatmeal · 6 days

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Strap from a guy who barks, would fix some of you, I think.

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prettyoatmeal · 6 days

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simon yanks grocery bags out of your hands bc how dare you burden your pretty hands with heavy things when he's right there. and if you don't let him take it, he'll glare at you and grunt in disapproval until you do

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prettyoatmeal · 6 days

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69 with könig is so fuckin’ hot. (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

being unable to suck him off properly because he's slurping and lapping at your slick, sloppy pussy like a starved man, your head rested against his chubby abdomen, drooling over yourself and crying pathetically through overstimulation.

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prettyoatmeal · 6 days

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hi im sorry for this random urge but like i have the horny thought of any of the cod men who have a s/o whos pleasure only comes from their clit so the poor guy does everything that he can to their little nub (cough like putting the shower jet on tbe nub COUGH)

in my mind, könig’s obsessed with your clit regardless, because he sees it as a cheat code. during sex, he’s sometimes more engrossed in chasing his own pleasure than worrying about getting you off, so he knows that when in doubt, he can always fiddle with your sensitive bundle of nerves and knock a few good orgasms out of you. it’s lazy and selfish of him, but that’s neither here nor there. however, if you only felt pleasure from your clit? oh, it’s getting bullied :(

because of his ego, he’d want to test out the theory, in complete disbelief that his cock doesn’t do anything for you but fill you up and stretch you out. but after that, he would never let the poor little bud rest. his favorite activity would be trying new methods and techniques to see just how many ways he can send you over the edge. suckling at it with his tongue, mercilessly rubbing it with his thick fingers, making you glide it along his throbbing cock until its puffy and throbbing. the shower jet was one of his more inventive ideas, your back pressed to his chest as he hiked one of your legs up, giving you no choice but to take the stream of overstimulation to your worn out button while you ground your hips into nothing :(

it also comes in handy when you’re being bratty, or if he just feels especially cruel that day. he’ll fuck you countless times, filling you up repeatedly until you’re sore and crying, begging to cum. he’ll pin your hands above your head when you try to give yourself relief, lift your hips off the bed if you try rubbing into it. he loves the authority it gives him over you, not letting you finish until he’s satisfied. safe to say, he’d have lots of fun with you.

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