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pearldog30 · 9 months

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Red lighting suits You.

I'M BACK BITCHS!!!!! Soo I know I've been gone for a while, I've honestly lost all creativity to write. but I'm forcing myself back! (no I have not lost the love for the fandom, I still love it dearly. I'm just too lazy.) and so you know what! as my own little birthday present to you guys y'all are getting a hesh sumt that was requested by the lovely @alexkellersleg

And also because there's nothing on him y'all are slacking on my boy

David Walker x f reader

18+

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| praising, fingering, kissing, sumt.

And there you were.... Laying in front of a mirror as dark red lights were illuminating everything around you. Opening your eyes once again, as you recover from your orgasm that had just left your body a few seconds ago. looking into the mirror in front of you your legs spread, soaking wet pussy on display right for hesh to stare into. as you laid against him trying to catch your own breath, you could feel the beating of his heart against your back, as if he just got done running a marathon but no... Ohhh if only that was the case! But it never was. He was propped up behind you, as you sat in his lap. his arms wrapped perfectly! Around your body. as he quietly whispered into your ear praising how good you look for him, "oh my girl.... My pretty girl" he moaned lightly into your ear, causing you to moan out from yet another praise.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your body beginning to shake in response feeling his hand meeting your puffy, wet clit again. You were only about to be on your fourth orgasm. but you were already so, so over stimulated. Feeling his massive, rough, hand slowly beginning to rub circles into your clit once again. causing you to try to move his hand away, but once again! you were too slow. taking his other arm and wrapping it around you completely, so you couldn't move. you were just forced to sit there and take it. "Come onnnn.... please give me another. I've missed you. oh so, so much." He begged. his hot breath hitting your ear, as he looked up into the mirror watching your body squirm, as you pathetically moaned, the dark red lights of the room hitting the curves of your body perfectly.

You couldn't denied the fact that you didn't miss him either. you did! you missed him like hell. But one thing you did not miss.... was how needy, and greedy he could be at times. And this... Well this was one of those times.

"baby... your sooo fuckin wet for me... Godddd....." He gruffly moaned again. lightly biting your neck, continuing to leave his love marks all over you. You tried to arch your back to get away from him just so you could have a small breathing break. but you couldn't, no matter how badly you wanted too... forcing to feel his throbbing, wet, bare cock against your inner thigh. him continuing to rub ever so lightly, slowly getting faster, just to edge you on and make you beg for it. And yet he has not touched himself once! you could feel his pre-cum dripping down his cock. making a mess on your left inner thigh.

"ba-be..... Pls... I- I can't" you cried out begging for him to give you a break. as you felt the fire sensation slowly creep back up again. "Please give me another one!" He moaned back again. as he took a break from your clit, slowly going down to finger you. stretching you open with just 2 fingers, causing you to moan deeply. him being away for so long he had to prep you in some way, or another. Because well... he loves you, and he wanted to make it easier for you to take all of him at once, from how impatient, and needy he can be. "Fu-ckkk" you cry out, feeling him quickly pull his fingers in and out of your cum soaked hole. Looking down you could feel, and see the veins popping out of his arm. from the quick work he was making.

Yes he may have been behind you, but that didn't stop him from somehow perfectly hitting your g-spot. And damn, did he make sure he hit it! And abuse it "MHMM... AHH" you moaned loudly. as you felt your orgasm coming on again, your head falling back, resting on his shoulders. "Ple-aseeee...." You said through heavy breath. as he unwrapped his arm from around you, to just forcefully grab your tit, and start playing with it. And when he did you felt his cock beginning to twitch against your leg more, practically hitting your worn out pussy. And that seemed to be the thing that push you closer to the edge, the feeling of his warm, hard, desperate cock for you, hitting you. was the thing you craved most. He continuing to finger you until you came undone on his fingers. "I- I'm clo-se.. baby....." You practically cry out. slowly arching your back, but this time without him forcing you against him.

"please.... Ple-ase c-cum fo.. for me... Fuck! " He moaned out through a Sob. just as you're about to cum. he forcefully squeeze your nipple between his fingers, biting down hard on your neck as well. causing you to scream from pain, and pleasure. as you try to jerk your hips upwards into his hand to ride out your orgasm. "FU...CKKKK IM I'M... CUMINNN" you screamed out, as you felt tears fall down your face. Completely being fucked out of your mind, you heard him sucking on his fingers. you turn to see that he was sucking your cum off of his fingers, even though the room was kind of dark you could see the light smiled he give you. "You know... You taste delicious babe" he said with a loud mouth pop of his fingers, before he gave you a goofy smile, Which just made your heart flutter.

"STOPPPP" you said with a blush, as you tried to cover your face with your hand. You tiredly beginning to rest against him, but when you did. you felt his entire stomach was soaked, making you confused. You slowly turn around to see that he had came as well, at this point your heart was melting at the fact that this man was so in love with you, just seeing you in pleasure was enough to make him cum. You saw there was a light blush to his cheeks at how embarrassed he was. But to you it was probably the most adorable sight. "Oh, oh my love..." You said with a smile, as you leaned up and lightly placed your hand on his chin, kissing his lips. tasting your own cum in his mouth, you could feel him moaning into the kiss.

"you know... Red lighting suits You" he says with a chuckle trying to be romantic, but it came out more corny. But you could honestly care less. From how adorable he looked. his messy hair, with a practically fucked out look on his face. (and you didn't even have to fuck him, that's how in love this man is with you.)

And that's going to be the end for this. I know it wasn't that long and I feel awful for it but I'm trying to get back into the groove of things. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing for it. because let's be honest! our hesh boy needs some love. As always I hope you all enjoyed this, and I hope you are having a good day/night wherever you are. Reblogs, comments always appreciated 🖤

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mlmxreader · 11 months

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A Friend In Need | platonic!David “Hesh” Walker x m!reader

@tokillamockingbird427 asked: What's this? First ask? Indeed.

Hesh+Reader (Platonic, bffs.) for “A moment of peace in a war that never ends”(Sabaton lyric) + “Can you just sit with me for a bit?” (Dialogue prompt)

Just have them chillin' and relaxing and NOT DYING. FLUFF. PLS. Just let them enjoy some peace/time off between ops. Give them a luxury like chocolate or coffee to enjoy as a treat. A bit of cuddling never killed nobody.

If you need emotonal horror/angst then set it post-Luxor (Where Elias dies.) and pre-Final Assault/Beach.

(Fun fact, there's literally a week between the two. Seven days.)

Maybe that's where Hesh gets the coffee/chocolate, people feel bad his dad just fuckin' died and give him a bit of consolation. You could do a fun ditty about the horrors+cost of war.

("fun", hah)

summary: Hesh is a fucking wreck, which is understandable, but at least he’s got a friend there who will help him pick up the pieces and tidy up when he needs it.

tws: death, war, swearing, grief

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You were uneasy as you sat beside Hesh, not really sure what you could say outside of the words he had heard dozens of times already, you scratched at your eyebrow as you hummed softly and cleared your throat; you couldn’t think of anything to say to him. Lighting a cigarette, you passed one to him, and you could see the way that his hands shook and how his gaze was far from focused; he just sat there, staring out at the river. At the murky olive waters. His cheeks stained with tears that he tried to hide, he hadn’t spoken to anyone since the day it happened. You couldn’t blame him.

He just stared out at the river. He had scars that you couldn’t see, and you didn’t want him to expose them to the sunlight. He brought the cigarette to his lips, and took a long drag. He said nothing. There was nothing to be said, not really, at least nothing that had not been said dozens of times before. You bit at the inside of your lip, tearing the flesh until it bled, trying to think of what you could possibly say; but when you got up to grab the coffee you had left on a nearby rock, he finally spoke. His voice was jagged and hoarse, a mere mumble beneath his breath. He didn’t even look at you.

“Can you just sit with me for a bit?”

You nodded. “Just let me grab my flask, and I’ll be there.”

He didn’t move when you grabbed the flask, didn’t even make a move to rest his head on your shoulder like he usually did when you sat down beside him, balancing the flask on the sloping dirt. You thought about holding him, but decided against it as you sighed and poured some coffee into the lid, shoving it into his hand; at least you could make sure that he drank something. At least you could make sure that he wasn’t dehydrated.

The tall and thick trees were enough to make sure that he was in the shade, the sun wouldn’t get to him too much; you looked at the rope hanging from one of them, and you smiled. It had been Hesh’s idea a while ago. He thought it was a good idea, easier to cross the river. It hadn’t been used since… that didn’t matter.

You cleared your throat again, wondering if there was even just a single word that you could have said to make him know that you were there. Slowly, like you were about to try and touch an injured wild animal, you reached out and put your hand on his shoulder. “Elias was a great man, he’d be proud of you… I know everyone’s already told you this a million times, but… he would be.”

Hesh didn’t even move, just sighing as he sniffled. His bottom lip trembling as he took in a shaky breath, nearly shuddering. He whimpered, falling into you; he wrapped his arms around you tightly, shaking his head as he finally allowed himself to let go. To break. To let go of all his training, and to be human for a moment; clinging onto you like a scared child as he whimpered and sobbed against you. Tears and snot staining your shirt.

You shook your head as you looked up at the sky, cursing Elias for leaving Hesh all alone; the nature of warfare was a brutal and bloody one, you knew that much. Fathers and sons were sent to die by the lead and the poison gas. Young men screaming for their mothers and fathers as they were torn apart by bullets and barbed wire, all for a few feet of land that belonged to no one.

The smell of charcoal just about overpowering the stench of pineapple and pepper. You scratched at your forehead as you sighed heavily. It wasn’t like you could bring Elias back, you knew that much, but… but Hesh needed you. He needed a friend.

You hushed him quietly, rubbing his back as you tossed your cigarette into the river; you pulled him onto your lap, slowly rocking him as you held him there. You closed your eyes, a few tears slipping past as you wished, you fucking wished, that you could do more for him. Supposed being there was better than ignoring him and letting him sort himself out; he needed a friend.

“Alright, matey,” you said softly, quietly as you put your hand on the back of his head to keep him pressed to your body. “We got a moment of peace in a war that never ends… I got you, you can fall apart.”

Hesh sniffled, wiping snot and tears against you as he nodded; he just needed time to fall apart. He needed a moment to actually allow himself to break, not to just bottle it all up and carry on like everything was fine; he only wished that Logan would never see him like that.

Logan didn’t need to know that his older brother was an absolute mess; it was the job of an older brother to look after the younger one. Hesh couldn’t let Logan see him like that.

You cradled him in your arms until he was ready to break away from you, nodding curtly; he didn’t need to say it, you already knew when you nodded back and gently stroked his cheek. He couldn’t say it, but he was more than grateful that in his worst moment, in the worst possible time that he could have been in, he had a friend.

A brother in arms.

“Have some coffee,” you told him quietly. “You’ll get dehydrated, otherwise, you ain’t drank or ate nothing all day… if you need it, as well, I got some chocolate in my coat - I can go grab it.”

Hesh nodded, getting off of your lap and nursing some of the coffee as you went to fetch your coat and the few bars of chocolate that you had; he was a mess, that much was true, but there was someone there to help him tidy up a little when he needed it most.

He had a friend.

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2kiran · 5 months

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same anon here, but id love to have a one-shot of hesh/keegan/reader :0

゛ KEEGAN & HESH ⸝⸝ “uh oh, hesh's been caught.”

★﹐caution.﹑ sub top hesh. switch bottom keegan. top male reader. threesome. sex against a window. praise + degradation kink. name calling (baby, slut, bitch, sweetheart). marking. nipple play. unprotected sex. orgasm delay. fingering. dacryphilia. overstimulation. | word count. 1288 ◞

hesh's tongue ran across the width of the bottom row of his teeth. it was a knock to the door of reality, reminding him that the scene collapsing before — or rather above — him was very much real.

he realizes in this paused moment, he was fucked.

metaphorically and literally.

his feet drill into the ground, his throat dehydrated. his vision had betrayed him, a traitor to himself. he could've looked away, he could've walked, he could've forget. but he didn't. incapable, he was.

your hand melted into the shape of keegan's neck, keeping his body close. your hips met his ass, cock stretching out his insides as an audience gazed upon the scene. he was the only person foolish enough to have glanced up, directly landing on the window. keegan's heavy panting fogging the glass before his flushed face reappears clearly.

keegan leaned back, his body familiar with yours. it could be viewed as instinct; with the uncountable times he has met with your unescapable hold. your cock kissed at his walls, bringing him to a high he wouldn't forget no matter how hard the attempt.

hesh was there to watch, silently. unknowingly, somewhere in between the seconds of being the viewer, his length stirred with interest. the texture of his underwear was becoming coarse, begging to be freed from its confines.

he felt ashamed.

yet he couldn't bring himself to dwell on the emotion, because his feet took him to the building. his mouth has a mind of its own, forming an excuse on the spot when asked. his legs walked a steady pace, similar to your demanding hips that smacked against the back of keegan's.

hesh's face burned with embarrassment. even the cool breeze couldn't lessen the flames on his cheeks, as his hand clenched into a fist just mere moments away from knocking on your apartment door. it was wrong; terribly wrong. he didn't mean for it to land, thankfully soft but you and keegan still heard.

shit.

the breath in his lungs was knocked out. you had a towel wrapped around your waist, seemingly fresh out of a shower. anyone who paid attention more could tell that it was not the case, the scent of sex prominent to his nostrils.

"david?"

fuck, he always loved the sound of your voice.

"uh, hey." what the hell was he doing? this wasn't him.

he cleared his throat. "i'm sorry," he breathed out, huskily, "i didn't mean to s–stare." quit looking at him like that. he felt as if your eyes were piercing his soul, words tumbling recklessly.

your chuckle sent a shiver down his spine, your hand bunching up his shirt as you pulled him in for a kiss. "mmph!" immediately, he shut the door with his hand while you lead him in the room. you could feel the obnoxious warmth of his face, your palms easing his nervousness.

his tongue shyly slid against yours, connecting with each other. he whimpered, helplessly following after you and your lips.

keegan spoke, a hint of teasing within his tone, "aww, look who finally came." he didn't seem like he was doing any better than hesh, his hair disheveled and torso marked with hickeys and sweat. a strange emotion bubbled up in his chest.

was it... jealousy? anger? possessiveness? want?

"you have a lot on your mind."

the mattress was soft, perfect to be dreamt on. "y'know, i always thought highly of you," you mutter, lips pressed against his to prevent him from speaking, "but now?" breaking away, you gasp for breath, "you're just a pervert who doesn't know when to look away. you don't even know how to hide."

"i–i don't know what you're talking about." he stammered, the other man chuckling behind you.

"don't lie to us," keegan chirped, his hand gently taking hold of your hair for his lips to meet yours. his eyes didn't shut, maintaining contact with hesh's.

hesh squirmed in his place, nervous. this sight was foreign, unraveling like a crumbled paper. he was beginning to overthink, prepared to take his leave despite his eager cock that was straining against his pants. a thin trail of saliva hung onto the tip of your tongues, one that hesh wished to break.

"hesh, baby," you call, panting. "y–yeah?" his voice was small, cowering. keegan crawled on the bed towards hesh, hand curling around his thick thigh. keegan leaned closer, whispering, "you sure you want this?"

he nodded in response, yet it wasn't enough for the other ghost. "i need words, baby." hesh whined, as keegan's hand palmed his clothed dick. pressing down against it gently, "i want this. please."

tight.

warm.

and so fucking tight.

hesh's hands wrapped around keegan's hips, grip bruising. inch by inch, keegan sinked down on hesh's sensitive cock. he clenched around the man, calming his breathing in an attempt to relax. why did he have to be so big?

his confident demeanor weakened at the edges, biting down on his lip to muffle his whimpers. "can't take it?" you tease, brushing away a loose strand of hair from his eyes. he shook his head, brows furrowing in concentration. "does he seem any better?" keegan tilted his head, gesturing the man beneath him.

you cast a glance towards hesh. he appeared as drunk; drunk off the pleasure that he was receiving. both of you barely even began.

"pl–please, slower." hesh groaned, twitching inside of the other man.

keegan scoffed, experimentally rolling his hips. he can't deny it, though. he found hesh's submissiveness attractive. his head spinning when your teeth nip at his skin, your gentle hands carefully guiding him over the other man's cock. "fuckin' slut," you flick your tongue at his nipple, "letting anyone fuck you." he shook his head, pouting.

"what's this then, huh?" hesh answered for him with a low whine, "take it easy on him." you remind, pinching his other nipple. "f–fuck—aah!" he inhaled sharply, hesh's cock being completely situated inside of him at last. "cum—m'gonna cum!" hesh warns, his eyes rolling back.

keegan lifts himself up, dropping back down until he was able to search a pace he could maintain. "i can't—i can't take it anymore. please, please, wanna cum. i need it." pleading, hesh was. it was nearly incoherent, syllables no more than babbles of lust.

hastily, keegan quickened his movements. hole sucking him back in, urging for hesh to let go. it didn't allow him to last any longer.

ropes after ropes splattered against his walls, painting his hole white. you press down on keegan's tip, earning a groan. "mmng– shit, why–gah, m'already close." his eyes were similar to a puppy's, lips in a pout.

"look at him."

hesh lets out a soft 'hm?'.

you grab keegan's jaw, forcing him to look back at the man beneath in the eye.

"do you think he deserves to cum?"

that caught him off guard. he nods, rather a little hesitant. it was barely noticeable, before a meek 'yes' follows.

keegan whines when your hand leaves his dick, but he regrets his reaction as you prod at his stuffed hole. "wh–what are you doing?" he internally panics, the digit slipping in with no restraint. "hngh?!"

"such a greedy little bitch, aren't you?" your finger brushes against hesh's twitching length. "taking us so well." the two of them were dizzy off euphoria while you appeared so unbothered. it made them helpless. "too–too much, (name), it's too—" you interrupt hesh, "shh, sweetheart."

a sniffle.

"fuck, are you crying?"

keegan clenched at that. "don't stop." hesh immediately croaks, his back arching at the abrupt squeezing. indeed, he was crying.

you pretend to contemplate, humming softly in amusement, "what am i going to do with the both of you?"

the beginning. thirst. masterlist.

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 7 months

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AHHHH CONGRATS ON 5k!!! Ok ok, hear me out on this request because I think it might make a good little fic. I can’t decide between Hesh or Price for this one but I got a general idea: stoned Hesh or Price. You know those videos of husbands waking up from surgery and not recognizing their wife right away but knowing they’re the most beautiful person in the world (something like this: https://youtu.be/kV8KyeApBJY). Well maybe it’s something like he got hurt from a mission (hurt enough to require drugs/anesthesia for the plot) but is recovering back at base and imagine their wife is their medic and she’s trying to update his team on how he’s recovering and you just got a stoned Hesh or Price completely hopped up on drugs following his injury, just fawning over her and he just goes bananas when she “reveals” they’re married. The team got a kick out of it

—Keep The Sheets Warm, My Love Is Coming Home

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [If this wasn't enough to prove that you were the only person for Hesh, you didn't know what did.] ❞

You walked around the room, tidying up what you could if only for the simple fact that it could distract you from the unconscious body in the bed. Realistically as a medic, you knew he would be fine—he was in the best hands possible—but Hesh had a track record for being unpredictable.

He’d gotten into some trouble out in No Man’s Land again. Broken arm and ribs; a bullet through his thigh. He was so pumped full of medication and anesthetics from surgery that you doubted that he would be waking up soon.

But then again, Hesh was always surprising you. It was one of the reasons you’d married him, after all. Never a dull day.

Elias’s voice calls from the doorway.

“You’re going to fall over at this rate,” you blink quickly, turning with an extra blanket in hand to spread around your husband’s comatose state.

Your father-in-law has his arms crossed, and Logan slinks his way through the doorway with an arm looping your shoulders, a head pushed into your scalp silently. You sigh deeply, tension that you hadn’t realized was on your face lessening.

“Only if he keeps me from seeing those greens of his.”

Logan huffs a laugh, squeezing you as his father grunts—the stern man’s eyes softening in a way they only would for you and his boys.

“He’d be more worried about you than himself if you did. Put my mind at ease, okay?” Your eyes roll but you nod with a small smile. You don’t argue with his point in the slightest.

So, that was how you ended up here, in a seat by Hesh’s hospital bed—your hand in his and your head nodding back and forth with fatigue. Elias and Logan are casually playing a game of chess from across the room when David’s eyes flutter; his mouth releasing a low groan.

Your lids snap back, spine straightening, but before you can get a word out, your husband is pulling his hand from yours. His green eyes are loopy, pupils blown wide.

He mutters something under his breath, lips grimacing and face pulling in at the sight of you.

“Hesh?” The two men stand as you check his vitals, heart hammering until there’s nothing out of the ordinary and you can sit back down with a sigh and a relieved smile. “Take it easy, alright? You got out of surgery a little while ago—everyone’s here for you—”

“W…Where’s my wife?” His words slur, jaw loose as he rotates it; the unbroken arm with an IV chord stuck in it raises as jerky digits rub at his eyes. You’re left at a loss, blinking slowly in confusion before sharing looks with your in-laws. “No offense, Miss, you’re pretty and all, but…shit, why’s everything spinning?”

A hand covers your mouth, heated embarrassment lighting inside of your veins.

“Hesh, Sweetheart,” your arm reaches to the brunette, trying to grab his wrist that he weakly moves away.

“Stay away from me,” he grunts, head limply lulling on its pillow. “Thought I told you to keep it to yourself. My Wife’ll rip,” Hesh’s voice fizzles, a loud yawn peeling his bandaged face back, “you to pieces.” A pause. You hear Logan trying to hide his loud laughter behind his lips. “Did…the doctor send you?”

Your body turns to Elias, face beaming and expression exasperated.

“Now that he’s awake will you get the other three? It’ll be easier to give the news to all of you at once.”

“Already commed ‘em,” the man states, watching his eldest with a raised brow and a slow smirk. “Least we know he’s a loose cannon on anesthesia.”

Merrick, Keegan, and Ajax all file in, and as you continue to watch over a loopy Hesh, his small noises and babbling continue even when you give the breakdown of the patient sheet. You stand just shy of brushing the bed’s lower frame. You won’t lie and say it isn’t hilarious.

“He needs to keep out of the field for at least two and a half months, boys, and I’m not joking about that, alright?”

Your husband’s slow voice slashes through your speech, and the rest of the Ghosts snicker, sharing knowing looks as Hesh tries to lift the hand currently wrapped to his chest to keep it still. “You’re a real beautiful lady, Doll, y’know that? I’m sorry you like me so much, but I love my wife, you hear? Please don’t be angry with me.”

“Hesh, Darling,” you walk closer and bend down carefully. He blinked owlishly at you, finger coming up to poke at your cheek. Your hand grabs his as you hear Ajax make a quick remark to Keegan about the man being ‘totally whipped even when he’s high.’

“David, hey,” your voice prompts him to smile, perhaps now only realizing the familiarity of it. “I’m going to tell you something, hm?”

“Okay,” he watches, petting your neck with his thumb.

“I am your wife.” The man’s eyes widen comedically as everyone shares a long laugh with one another.

“No way,” Hesh breathes after a moment, awe-stricken. “Really?”

“Really.” There’s a moment of silence, and then the heart monitor begins to pick up its pace to a fast pound. Your face goes hot with love, and you bend your head forward in a long and honest laugh into his shoulder.

Green eyes shift to the men, and Hesh beams, cheeks red and heart racing as he slurs out, “This is my wife?!”

It was safe to say they were never going to let him forget about this.

#cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #x female reader #call of duty x you #cod ghosts #cod ghosts x reader #call of duty: ghosts #call of duty ghosts #hesh walker x female reader #hesh walker x reader #david hesh walker #hesh walker #david walker #hesh x reader #david hesh walker x reader

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graysnetwork · 1 year

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Hiii, love Keegan. Can I request a Keegan hc? One where he’s over the top in love, completely adores and worships his wife and just spoils her rotten? I’m a firm believer this man would give constant princess treatment.

YESSS IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SMTG LIKE THIS‼️‼️

This man loves you to the fullest

He’s seen as a cold-hearted soldier, that can kill anybody in a heartbeat but behind closed door he’s the biggest softie for you

(Like In my previous hc) You met his team and they were worried something was wrong with him because of how he acted with you

He’s like putty for you

He does everything you want

Want him to wash the dishes, done! Take out the trash, it’s done. You want to cuddle with him, he’s already waiting for you!

He firmly believes that your an angel sent from heaven

He doesn’t think he deserves you, so you have to tell him why and how much you love him

He thinks you a goddess, too beautiful to belong on this earth, and he’s scared people will try to take you away from him.

It’s the complete opposite though, he’s a big guy with ice cold eyes, nobody would even dare to look at you the wrong way

you also get passenger princess treatment

sometimes when you two are on rode trips and you need to stretch you put your feet on the dashboard, he'll just stare at you for a second and then turn his attention back to the rode.

he opens the car door for you

he opens all doors for you

ties your shoes

he brings you roses, every. single. date.

(He likes to take you on dates)

so you have roses in almost every room of your house, room, kitchen, living room, everywhere

he cooks for you a lot, he's an amazing cooker so he likes to take the role as chef in the house

and don't even get me started with a wife that's pregnant😵‍💫

hes even sweeter

And he’s soooo overprotective

he takes care of you so well

he gets you everything your craving, even if its the middle of the night

he's very patient with you because he knows your a little more emotional then you usually are

he likes to rub your stomach

and he helps you put on lotion and shave

he'd do anything for you

(he also asked for leave for the first two weeks of your pregnancy)

(and when you were due)

his team also found out so they visited you with gifts

(Hesh and Logan were fighting about who would be the godfather)

it ended up being Merrick or Ajax

the team was so excited and they were so impatient because they wanted to visit you two in the hospital ☹️

He thinks your too good for this earth

And your the reason he’s in the military, so that you two can live together in peace

#imagines #x reader stories #fluff #call of duty #oneshot #cod keegan #keegan p russ #call of duty keegan #ghosts cod #keegan russ #call of duty ghosts #david hesh walker #logan walker #keegan x reader #keegan russ x you #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ smut #keegan smut

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ghouljams · 2 months

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Hesh is such a man, like one of those manly men that are just so sexy I can’t even😔 The way he’d have me literally purring like a kitten, his arms??? I’m weak. He’d wrap one around your neck to hold you close, have the side of your face pressed into his shoulder and he’s just gotten home from work so he’s a lil sweaty too😾

What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man! I love Hesh Walker with all my heart he can be gross as a treat, but also as a little treat to us...

He always comes straight to you when he gets out of the pasture, barely manages to kick his boots off before he's dragging you close, his skin sticky with sweat and his clothes warm from the sun. You whine and complain about it, but it just makes him chuckle. No sense in cleaning up just to get dirty again, he tells you before dragging you off for a quickie before dinner. He's always slow hopping in the shower, but he makes up for it.

Hesh grabs you in the kitchen, presses himself against your back with his hands on your hips, tucks his head against your neck. You reach back to scratch his short damp hair, wrinkle your nose at the sour smell of his sweat. He lets out a huff of air and switches his grip, raising an arm to wrap around your throat as he raises his head. You can feel the tight squeeze of his muscles when he flexes, pressing at your jaw and your pulse, you damn near purr for him.

"Thought about you all day," he tells you, his voice low against your ear, "thought about having you just like this." You shiver, his hand on your hips sliding down, over your stomach and between your legs. You've gotten used to wearing skirts around the house, easy access for him and less work for you. You wonder if other folks in town have similar problems with their man.

"Thought about you too," you tell him, your fingers gripping the arm around your neck. The scent of him, raw and masculine, is only amplified by the warmth of his skin and the closeness of his body. Hesh hums, his fingers bundling your skirt up, making room for him to touch you properly.

"What about me?" He asks and you feel yourself smile. You know he likes this, hearing all the dirty things you think about, acting out your fantasies. He's good to you. You know he worries over being rough with you.

"Last night, just kept thinking of your fingers," as if on cue he rubs his fingers against your cunt, dragging against the wet spot on your panties before hooking the little lacey edge and tugging it aside.

"Yeah?" He kisses your cheek, leans against your back to force you forward, "What were they doing? Remind me."

"They were, nng," you shiver when he circles your clit, toying with you, asking you to do more than anyone could under these conditions. He squeezes your neck, the half headlock making you whine, if he's trying to press you to continue it isn't working.

"Come on mama," he coaxes, as if that could help, "what were they doing?"

"You put-" his fingers slide back, dipping into your hole, you shudder and try to push then deeper before theyre slipping out to toy with your clit. "Played with-" again his fingers skate over your hole, give a testing push, teasing your pussy without giving you what you want. Hesh pulls back to tap your clit when you rock your hips against the feeling.

"Focus baby," he murmurs. You whine, and his shushes you.

"When you were fucking me," you manage. Hesh rubs at your pussy, spreading the slick over your folds, coating his fingers, before pushing two thick digits into you. You clench on them immediately, just to hear him purr. He thrusts them in and out of your cunt, a slow torturous rhythm that leaves you wanting more. He's quiet, focused, waiting on you to finish. You whine and he grinds his palm against your clit. "You were playing with my ass," you mumble, you know he hears you, you almost wish he didn't, "felt good."

"I know it did," he tells you, sweet as can be, your cheeks burn, your skin burns, "never heard you that loud." Hesh kisses your cheek again, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot near your entrance. You follow the movement of his fingers with your hips, aching for more. "Over the counter baby," he orders, though he doesn't let you go. The only thing he does is take his fingers from you.

You'd whine more, but you hear him fumble with his belt, hear him sigh as he pulls his cock free of his jeans. He pushes you over the kitchen counter, keeps your head held up with his arm, while he pulls your skirt over your ass. "Fucking hell," he groans, tugging your panties to the side to slip his cock between your wet folds, "you're a wonder, maybe I should quit ranchin', just stay home and fuck you all day."

You shake your head, your chin bumping his bicep as the head of his cock catches your entrance, teasing you. "Yeah," he breathes, angling his hips to push inside you, "suppose you'd miss seeing me sweat."

He fills you in one clean stroke, and your eyes roll back. You don't tell him he's right.

#cod x reader #x reader #hesh walker #david hesh walker #hesh cod #cod hesh #hesh x reader #david walker #david walker x reader #hesh walker x reader #cowboy!hesh #mdni #cod smut #yeah... i think hed be a fucking memace #hes a good man but also he is a man

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yawnderu · 2 months

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If they have a skull mask they can bang

(yes this is about ghost, mace and all ghosts squad 💁🏻‍♀️)

Shooting ropes. No protection. No turns needed. Multiple positions multiple hours. Fucking the shit out of me.

#stray answers #cod ghosts x reader #ghost cod #cod ghosts keegan #call of duty ghosts #keegan p russ #david hesh walker #hesh walker #cod keegan #mace cod #mace mw2 #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #call of duty #simon riley #ghost mw2

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forsworned · 3 months

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˗ˏˋFORSWORNED'S CALL OF DUTY MASTERLISTˎˊ˗

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

admiration it's (not) just sex (nsfw) romantic baby makin' (nsfw) use your heart (nsfw)

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

sexy stretching casual (nsfw)

࣪ೀ ࣪ ⏤ SAVING SERGEANT MACTAVISH

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ⏤ 𝗌𝗒𝗉𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌: 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖽?

⤷ KNOCKING AT DEATH'S DOOR

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

sweet nectar (nsfw)

EPISODIC POLY!TF141 SERIES

failed mission blues bumblin' fool crazy cat lady coddling favorite tears and taunting espresso many feelings y/n loses a bet dream blunt rotation

KEEGAN RUSS

i wanna take a read on your disco stick (nsfw)

DAVID 'HESH' WALKER

dirty little daydreams (nsfw) passenger seat lovers (nsfw) munch (nsfw)

LOGAN WALKER

crush (ft. bluecollarworker!logan) [coming soon]

HEADCANONS

HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO...

⤷ "Hey guys, I'm with my boyfriend, ____" trend. ft. TF141

INCORRECT COD QUOTES

one two three four five

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krypticcafe · 26 days

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if I see another person mistake Keegan P. Russ as a Modern Warfare timeline character I swear I'm going to lose it PUT SOME RESPECT ON COD: GHOSTS NAME!! AND REALIZE THAT THE WALKER BROTHERS AND KICK ARE RIGHT!!! THERE!!!

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mrshesh · 9 months

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hi! do you have any general hcs for the cod:ghosts boys?

general headcanons - call of duty: ghost's

overview: general headcanons of the call of duty: ghost's boys!

pairing: none!

genre: fluff, pure tomfoolery

a/n: hi anon! i'm thrilled i finally got a request for these boys. i love them so much, it's getting a bit unhealthy. you're truly the best for requesting them! i hope you love it!

x logan walker

He sucks at puzzles. He’s smart and tactical, but puzzles are on another level of difficulty for him.

He likes doodling a lot. If he has a pen and a surface to draw on, he will sketch a small smiley or a caterpillar. It has become such a habit that he doesn’t even think about it when he does it. It got so bad that once, Keegan called him out on it mid-doodle, leaving Logan embarrassed for a week.

He loves the ocean, but beaches annoy him. He hates sand. (I firmly believe his hate for them is from Hesh throwing sand in his face as children.)

He has a picture of him and Hesh as kids in his wallet. He feels calmer when he looks at it, getting into the habit of peeking at it when stressed.

He’s an avid Deftones enjoyer. He loves Beware and Diamond Eyes.

He likes caramel-scented things, but he doesn’t like the taste of it.

He has some insane dirt on Elias, and, of course, Hesh knows all of it.

For some odd reason, he’s phenomenal at parallel parking.

x david "hesh" walker

He loves movies. He can watch any genre! Horror? Great! Action? Love. Romance? Cute! Comedy? Perfect! He loves it all. Shows, however? Nope.

He takes pride in his nails being clipped and filed at all times. He was a nailbiter in his teens, so he cares about his nails more than he should today.

He can’t cook to save his life.

Eminem is his go-to artist. He loves and respects many artists, but Eminem will always be at the top of his list. He loves Stan.

He’s respectful in general.

He’s extremely secure and confident, yet he’s still pretty nervous when he talks to girls.

He loves long car rides. Driving around in his car while listening to his favorite songs brings out a unique joy in him.

He, unlike Logan, loves beaches! (He wasn’t the one who got sand thrown on him, so he’s thriving.)

He hates coriander.

x elias "scarecrow" walker

Unlike his son, Elias is great at puzzles! He’s disappointed Logan didn’t inherit that quality. He mourns it every day.

He loves pickles. (Same.)

He manipulated himself into liking beer many years ago.

People call him DILF all the time. It has happened too many times to count. He finds it funny, while Hesh and Logan are horrified every time.

He doesn’t know how to put on chapstick. He puts it between his lips and swipes it back and forth, not on his lips.

He got so much action when he was a teenager/young adult. He tells Logan and Hesh to “live a little” so they can experience that life, too.

He doesn’t listen to music often, but when he does, he listens to either Korn or Chris Isaak.

He adores Riley, sometimes stealing him from Hesh without warning.

x keegan russ

He secretly enjoys ASMR. It helps him unwind and de-stress, but not sleep, surprisingly.

He’s excellent at the game Mafia.

He has made way too many people giggle excitedly because of his voice. He finds it amusing but disturbing at the same time. He knows it’s attractive, but that many people? He has even made Elias giggle like a schoolgirl because of his vocal folds.

Keegan strikes me as a Slipknot fan. He finds Killpop and Vermillion to be sexy.

He loves grocery shopping.

He talks to himself a lot. He’s antisocial and quiet around others, but when Keegan’s alone, he keeps having full-on conversations with himself. Merrick caught him doing it once - he never brought it up again.

He enjoys lasagna a bit too much.

He had a motorcycle phase as a young adult. It got so bad he learned how to do a wheelie on them, but his love for them has died down in the many years he’s been alive.

He thinks wine is gross.

x thomas merrick

He cannot stand bananas. Everything about them makes him gag.

He gets such a rise out of being a bitch. He’s already annoying by default but strives to be even more insufferable for the fuck of it.

He, Alex, and Keegan smoke while being sentimental together at least once a month. (It’s always with Keegan and Alex - Elias, David, and Logan get left out.)

He listens to underground metal like Sold Soul, and he thinks it makes him superior to everyone else. (And he gatekeeps it.)

He’s immune to pretty much all physical pain except for waxing. It’s enough to make him cry.

He loved trains as a child.

His comfort song is Toxicity by System Of A Down.

His appetite is insane. This man can eat a horse and still be hungry by the end of it.

His calves are huge for some reason.

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bxyp · 7 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 2023 | the path to the world of lust and debauchery.

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔞𝔱, 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔧𝔲𝔡𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡. 𝔅𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭.

𝙁𝙀𝙈 𝘿𝙉𝙄 & 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄 | 𝘽𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙐𝙇 18+ 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙐𝙏

ＫＩＮＫＴＯＢＥＲ 2023　ＭＡＳＴＥＲＬＩＳＴ

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷. ᴏʀᴀʟ ғɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜ sᴇx. ᴀʟᴇx ᴋᴇʟʟᴇʀ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸. sᴀᴅɪsᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ/ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ. ᴀʟᴇᴊᴀɴᴅʀᴏ ᴠᴀʀɢᴀs (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟹. ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ/ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ/ᴍᴇᴅғᴇᴛ. ᴀʟʙᴇʀᴛ ᴡᴇsᴋᴇʀ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ᴄᴠ)

ᴅᴀʏ 4. ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ʟᴇᴏɴ s. ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ (ʀᴇ: ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss)

ᴅᴀʏ 5. ᴀɢᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ sᴇx. ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 6. ᴘʀᴏsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ. ᴘʜɪʟʟɪᴘ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇs (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟽. ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏʀ sᴏʙʙɪɴɢ. ᴋᴇᴇɢᴀɴ ᴘ. ʀᴜss (ᴄᴏᴅ: ɢʜᴏsᴛs)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟾. sᴇx ʀᴏʙᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴍᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ. ʟᴇᴏɴ s. ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ𝟺)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟿. ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇɴᴇғɪᴛs. ᴄʜʀɪs ʀᴇᴅғɪᴇʟᴅ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ𝟷)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟶. ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇs/ᴄᴏsᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ (ᴛʜɪɢʜs). ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ "sᴏᴀᴘ" ᴍᴀᴄᴛᴀᴠɪsʜ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟷. ғɪʟᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ. ᴋʏʟᴇ "ɢᴀᴢ" ɢᴀʀʀɪᴄᴋ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟸. ʙᴏɴᴅᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ/ʙᴀʟᴄᴏɴʏ sᴇx. ᴠᴀʟᴇʀɪᴀ ɢᴀʀᴢᴀ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟹. ᴡᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴏʀ ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ. ғᴀʀᴀʜ ᴋᴀʀɪᴍ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟺. sɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛʜᴇɴᴏʟᴀɢɴɪᴀ (sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ/ᴍᴜsᴄʟᴇs). ᴋᴏ̈ɴɪɢ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟻. ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ. ʜᴜɴᴋ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ3)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟼. ᴅᴀᴄʀʏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ (ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ) ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀᴅᴀ ᴡᴏɴɢ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ𝟺)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟽. ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴅsᴍ. ᴋɪᴍ "ʜᴏʀᴀɴɢɪ" ʜᴏɴɢ-ᴊɪɴ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟾. ғᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs. ᴊɪʟʟ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ3)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟿. ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴛɢᴜɴɴɪɴɢ. ɴɪᴋᴛᴏ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟶. ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ. ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ɢʜᴏsᴛs)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟷. ʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀsʜɪᴘ. ᴀʟʙᴇʀᴛ ᴡᴇsᴋᴇʀ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ᴄᴠ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟸. sɪᴢᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀᴄʟᴇs. ᴋᴏ̈ɴɪɢ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟹. sᴇᴛᴘ-ᴄᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ. ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ "ʜᴇsʜ" ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ɢʜᴏsᴛs)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟺. sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ/ᴀɴɢʀʏ sᴇx. ɴɪᴋᴛᴏ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟻. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ. ᴀᴅᴀ ᴡᴏɴɢ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ𝟺)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟼. ɴᴏɴᴄᴏɴsᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀsᴋs/ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs. sɪᴍᴏɴ "ɢʜᴏsᴛ" ʀɪʟᴇʏ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟽. ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇɴsᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟾. ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇs. ᴄᴀʀʟᴏs ᴏʟɪᴠᴇɪʀᴀ (ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ: ʀᴇ3)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟿. ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sɴᴏᴡʙᴀʟʟɪɴɢ. ɢᴀʀʏ "ʀᴏᴀᴄʜ" sᴀɴᴅᴇʀsᴏɴ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟹𝟶. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ʀɪɴɢs/sᴛʀᴀᴘs ᴀɴᴅ sɪssɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ғᴇᴍɪɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴠᴀʟᴇʀɪᴀ ɢᴀʀᴢᴀ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟹𝟷. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇsᴏᴍᴇ/ᴍᴏʀᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ/sᴇᴍɪ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ sᴇx. ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ "sᴏᴀᴘ" ᴍᴀᴄᴛᴀᴠɪsʜ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ) & sɪᴍᴏɴ "ɢʜᴏsᴛ" ʀɪʟᴇʏ (ᴄᴏᴅ: ᴍᴡ ɪɪ)

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