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princessbrunette · 7 months

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kinktober : oct 3rd

simon riley x teasing / bratting

winding simon up was so much fun.

it really gets your heart racing after a slow week, you know? sometimes, you were restless and antsy — and you needed your giant, strong man to threaten you a little to feel something.

so, you’d pretty much been slutting yourself out to him around the base.

it was unlike you, his demure thing that respected privacy and boundaries as much as he did. but, occasionally — you both liked the thrill. which is why you had taken the chance to be extra chatty and sweet with his men, brushing it off as “i’m a nurse, si. you expect me not to speak to people now?” however, it wasn’t just that. it was the tight outfits, the dropping things on the floor just to bend over right in front of him before he goes off on duty — and worst of all, when he’d give you little to no reaction, the touching.

you’d spot him near the dining hall, a quiet night on the base. he was stood, arms crossed after training some newer recruits and he just looked so fucking big. he wore a long sleeve black thermal shirt, stretched across thick muscle, and black cargo pants, the thick belt accentuating his waist. he had his usual black balaclava on, and his boots added an inch or so onto his already imposing height. you felt yourself fucking clench, and for no reason other than he looked good.

you skip over, all bouncy and smiles and he has to fight not to let a smile slip himself — his eyes softening.

“si!” you smile softly, approaching and he turns his body towards you. simon always gave you his full attention.

“you alright, love?” he gruffs in that low voice, and you can barely contain the horny and dumb expression from sliding across your features, blinking up at him with large doe eyes as you suck on your bottom lip. tease, he thinks.

“missed you, been neglecting me.” you groan, and he can tell by your voice that you don’t really feel any kind of way about it. there’s something bigger at play here and he knows it already.

“was trainin’ the rookies.” his eyes don’t leave yours as you step closer, tits brushing against his stomach.

“mhm? how was it?” you converse sweetly, barely glancing around to see if there were any wandering eyes before reaching down to his belt, playfully tugging at it before your hand wanders lower, feeling his heavy shape under your palm. he harshly grabs your wrist, pinning it in the air as he stares you down, voice dropping an octave.

“you think that’s wise, nurse? doin’ that right here?” nurse. he always calls you that when you’d been bad. bingo.

his intimidating glare makes you falter for just a second, ripping your eyes away to recoup but when you do he moves his head to follow your gaze, stepping forward so you’re backed up against the wall.

“don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try, but it doesn’t come out as confident.

“no? reckon you’ve been behaving this week, then?” he pushes, muscles tight with frustration. he’d been waiting for the chance to pounce, and you’d barely even pushed his button. you hold your chin up, putting on the act.

“i have. i’m a good girl.” you tease and he scoffs, eyes darting about the hallway before grabbing you roughly by the waistband and stuffing his thick arm down there, strong hand pushing past your panties. you let out a quiet yelp when he slides his fingers through slick, tutting at you and pulling his hand out.

“as i thought. all wet over nothing.” he berates, opening your jaw with one hand and stuffing his wet fingers into your mouth with the other. your eyes water as they stare up at him mercilessly, threatening to roll back when you choke on them just a little. you’re saved by the sound of footsteps and he pulls back, a string of saliva following his hand when it departs and snapping against your chin, making you splutter a little, wiping it with the back of your hand.

you think he might let you run off, now that there’s people around but he grasps you by the back of the neck when you turn around, practically walking you like a dog in the direction of your dorm. “c’mon, know you’re fuckin’ dyin’ for it. walk that sorry little arse all the way to your room.” his voice is a mere growl now and all you can do is silently nod, cunt clenching around nothing.

#simon riley smut #ghost cod smut #call of duty smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley drabble #call of duty drabble #cod prompt #kinktober 2023

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maryangelex · 5 months

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your childhood best friend Johnny, who’s been your friend since you two were in nappies and got each other through your rather rough teen years. Johnny who joined the military fresh out of school and you thought you’d never hear from him again. but no way in hell he’d leave his best girl behind. Johnny who has stayed in contact with you in any way possible since the beginning of his military career; texts, calls, letters, postcards, anything and everything, because you’re too special for him to let go of. Johnny who moved in with you when shit got especially difficult for him, when he found himself without a family to fall back on, to come home to from deployment. all he had was you, all he needed was you. Johnny who confessed to you when you two had way too much to drink in your shared flat that he’d loved you for years. that for as long as he could remember you’ve been the only girl occupying his mind and owner of his heart; that no other woman he’s been with has come close to making him feel like you do. Johnny who took you to your bedroom in the heat of sloppy drunken kisses and fumbled to peel your clothes off, a mess of hands and tongues on each other’s skin. who laid you in your bed and fucked you, rolling his hips against yours and burying himself deep inside of you. who had you cum around him twice, three times, you couldn’t keep track that night. who slurred sweet nothings and praises and curses about how good you felt, how much he’d craved you, how much he’s needed you like this. Johnny who you woke up with the next morning and realized what a mistake you’ve made by crossing that line, and how you couldn’t risk losing him if the two of you started dating. who with a heavy heart agreed to forget it ever happened because it was too complicated and to just go back to how things were. Johnny who let you into his room every night after that when the ache between your legs was too much for you to deal with alone and reassured you that it’s “just what a good friend would do.”

#cod mw2 #call of duty mwii #fanfic #cod fanfic #headcanon #soap cod #soap mw3 #soap call of duty #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #childhood best friend trope #soap drabble #john mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #cod prompt

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random0lover · 11 months

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So we all know that Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley joined the military because of the 9/11 attacks so what about a story with a reader that had a family member pass because of the 9/11 attacks and maybe it’s a civilian!reader or maybe a military!reader that joined because they wanted to help prevent something like that from happening ever again? It doesn’t have to be about that but it’s could be a detail added that makes a super soft emotional scene.

Idk I’m tired and this just came to me because I haven’t seen anyone write anything like this (yet?) and I’d love to see it!

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saintship · 7 months

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Put a number in my inbox with a cod character for a fic! Also feel free to add a smidge of context if there's something specific you'd like :) (closed)

List under the cut >>

"How was your date?" Ghost

"Where did you go?" Ghost

"You remind of someone, that's all." Roach and Ghost

"Can I hold you?" Gaz

"Take your time." 141

“I don’t hate you.” König

“I know when you’re lying, so don’t start.” Price

“Don’t doubt yourself.” Graves

“Can I help you shave?” Soap Mactavish

“You’re safe with me.” Soap Mactavish

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killerpancakeburger · 2 months

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Imagine being a member of the Task Force who's pining after Ghost, but thinking he's not able to fall for anyone right now and may very well never be. It's fine though - you're happy with standing by his side - or at least you try to convince yourself you are. Soap has a deeper bound with him than you, but that's fine too. You would never dare to come between them. Never dare to deprive Ghost of someone he needs.

So when you see Soap in mortal peril, you don't even need to think about it. You shove him out of the way and take the bullet/knife meant for him. You survive, but barely. All is well.

Or so you think, until Ghost barges into your hospital room and rips into you. His fury is equal to the feelings you made him go through: resentment for throwing your life away so casually, fear of losing you, and the helplessness of being unable to save you.

All this time you’ve been convinced that he'd be happier with Soap alive, even if it meant you dead, so you're utterly confused in front of his rage.

#not gonna write this so im just sharing the idea #rambling into the void #fic ideas #cod x reader #cod mw2 #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #mine #fic prompt #cod imagine #1k #2k #5k

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gomzdrawfr · 3 months

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10/10 how to make yo man sleep

this is based of @warenai's post, check it out here :D

#i too want someone to seduce me to sleeo #gummmyart #doodle #prompt redraw #friend's post #call of duty #cod #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader

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bleuu-moon · 3 months

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💭 soulmate au, where your dreams are filled with whatever your soulmate has done that previous day…

simon riley, sits and wonders why he’s never had any true nightmares, even with all of the violence and turmoil he’s faced and remains experiencing. he’s never once woken up, questioning his sanity. instead, his nights are often filled with peace and tranquillity, reading books perched on a porch swing or lay beside the sea. watching blurred out figures, run around and fill his absent ears with echoes of laughter, not knowing who they could be, but knowing for certain it overflows his chest with warmth. nothing ever scarier or more worrying than a minor crash of a car, or the gutting feeling of heartbreak from a faceless stranger, fills his dreams.

but then you, frightful when the night comes around. terrified of the urge to close your eyes. the countless therapy sessions, meetings with psychologists and somnologists, an aid to try and fix the terrors that haunt you as you sleep. the ones that randomly came one night when you were young, and never left. images of places that can only resemble war zones, tragic catastrophes that force you awake with beads of sweat on your forehead. but, there are the rare ones, where your dreams are filled with the restful nothingness. the nights where you’re able to sleep through, your mind taking you to a dimly lit room, lay within a spacious comfy bed and the overwhelming feeling of safety. but that one is a temporary haven, for the both of you.

#this came to me and i nearly passed out #i’m so in love with his concept #i was going to say the dreams stop when you meet but nah make them suffer #ghost who returns from deployment only to watch his love relive it as they sleep BYE #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #cod prompts #simon riley x reader #ghost cod

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saturncodedstarlette · 17 days

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Y/N : Only geniuses are able say these four words quickly.

Y/N, grinning evilly : Eye. Yam. Stew. Peed.

Ghost, rolls his eyes : No one is going to fall for that—

Soap, too competitive for his own good : IAMSTUPID—

#Cod #Call of duty #call of duty incorrect quotes #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #cod Ghost #cod Ghost x reader #Cod Soap #Cod Soap x reader #Simon Ghost Riley #Simon Ghost Riley x reader #Simon Riley x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #johnny mctavish x reader #Cod Soap x you #Original prompt : Unknown #1k notes

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duty-calls-for-booty · 4 months

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Simon “Ghost” Riley feels like the type of boyfriend to have a rivalry with his girlfriend’s cat.

Those fuckers are fighting over lap real estate, the cat is leaving light colored hair all over his black clothes, pissing in his duffel bag.

Simon’s mean mugging the little bastard behind your back. Always silently pleased when he gets to scruff it and toss it out of the bedroom so you two can have alone time. “Accidentally” locks it in the bathroom at every opportunity.

You are incredibly frustrated by their refusal to get along.

It all comes to a head when you have to go away for a few days. You ask Simon to cat-sit for you, and despite his grumbling and bitching, he agrees to stay at your place while you’re gone.

When you get back, it’s clear that something has gone down. The blinds in the living room have been replaced. One of your potted plants is missing and another is in a new pot. The ceiling fan is sitting at an angle…But Simon is sleeping soundly in the recliner with the cat curled up purring on his chest, so at least it seems like they’ve worked through their differences.

Now you have to deal with your boyfriend hogging your cat.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod #simon riley x reader #mw3 #very Dad That Didnt Want The Animal That He Now Spoils coded tbh #headcanon #cod mw3 #call of duty modern warfare #writing #writing prompt #fic ideas #text post

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princessbrunette · 6 months

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kinktober : oct 20th

könig x getting caught

könig was shameless.

he had you stood up, arched in an uncomfortable yet perfectly demeaning way as he stands behind you, knees bent slightly — practically using you like a toy. you were naked, whilst only his tight khakis were thrust down to mid thigh. you whine, the sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass filling the room.

“thats it, thaaats it.” he growls, one hand coming up to hold you by the throat to give him a better grip on you. “scheiße, my girl. just mine.”

“m’yours!” you try to appease to him, but you’re met with a gentle grip of the jaw, not even turning you to face him, just a show of dominance.

“quiet. if i want a comment from you, i’ll request it.” he pants and you whimper sadly, clenching hard around his obscenely thick length at his mean tone. he goes to say something else, but the door swings open.

some rookie, fresh faced and loudly proclaiming your man’s name as if he’d been searching for him. poor kid, he’ll learn to knock. you gasp, a devastated whine leaving you — and to your surprise könig doesn’t stop, infact he barely acknowledges his presence, only glancing his way as he continues thrusting, leaning back slightly to focus on the way your ass recoils against him. you swear you hear him scoff out a practically inaudible chuckle.

“close the door.” he commands quietly and calmly and the rookie is spinning around, red faced and silent — probably too afraid to reveal to his peers what he just saw. “tsk, silly girl.” he blames you. you cry out in humiliation, a devastating and whiney noise as you try to cover your teary eyes with your hands, and suddenly he’s a lot nicer to you.

he adjusts his stance, spreading his legs wider, feet caging yours as he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing sloppy and affectionate kisses to your jaw, neck and cheek. “did this embarrass you, liebling?” he asks, tone quieter and more sympathetic.

“he s-saw me!” you wail and he’s shushing you, humungous hand rubbing your stomach in a soothing circle before sliding down to rub against your clit. his thrusts are slower now, hips rolling and tummy tensed at the angle he stands at. you collapse against him a little with an eased moan, he hums.

“need to be quiet then, don’t you?” he chastises, but his tone is still gentle. “why don’t you cum for the colonel, hm? make it worth something.”

#könig smut #könig cod smut #könig x reader #könig prompt #call of duty smut #cod smut #kinktober 2023

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maryangelex · 5 months

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Please I need more childhood best friend soap, with more angst and he eventually confesses because it hurts to not be with her so much??

oh GOD anon, does it hurt him. and it’s not just once that he confessed it’s twice, in two stages of your life together. cw: 18+

the first time he confessed to you, you two were a couple of teens just starting to explore dating and were trying to get rid of your virginity. of course Johnny offered himself “as a joke” so you didn’t accept it even though deep down you were very much not opposed to the idea. he lost his to some girl every guys at your school fancied at a party, and you lost yours to your first “boyfriend”, who ghosted you quite literally the day after it happened. and it brought you to a downpour of tears. your first boyfriend, your first experience, your first heartbreak. and who else would you confide in other than Johnny?? the only person who’s ever offered his shoulder for you to cry on; he was there when your innocent heart was shattered and he held you as you sobbed about that little scumbag.

told you everything would be okay, that you’re worth more than he’ll ever be, that you deserve nothing but the best (you deserved him), and that he’ll quick his ass the second he sees him. because that what your best friend Johnny does, he makes it all better.

and when he had you in his arms all teary eyed and red-cheeked and with swollen pouty lips from crying…fuck, those plump lips he always looked at when you spoke were all the more tempting right now. so he took his chance and kissed you, a wordless confession in one gentle peck that he couldn’t hold himself back from. and for a minute you were stunned. not because it was so abrupt but because you liked it so much you wanted to do it again. and he saw that in your eyes so he leaned in for a second one, a proper kiss. but you brought a gentle hand to his chest to stop him and he understood from the apologetic smile you gave him. “I’m sorry, Johnny, I just— we can’t—“ and he stopped you with a soft “I know” because he did know and it hurt so god damn much. that’s when joining the military came in handy for him; he’d stay in contact but the distance would help get over you. at least that’s what he thought, but ever time he’d come back home you were there and his heart would beat out of his chest. and no matter how many barrack bunnies he fucked, how many tinder dates he went on, you were still there plaguing him. but maybe you were right; maybe dating him would be too difficult and he’d rather pine for you for the rest of his life than not have you at all.

moving in with you made it all the more difficult. seeing you every day, being with you every day that he was on leave, coming home to you. and that was the second time he confessed to you and fuck was he hoping it would finally work.

when it didn’t and you woke up the next morning and agreed to revert your actions the night before, he had a feeling this time it wouldn’t be the same. and you seeking him out the night after only solidified that, so Johnny took what he was given, even if it was just sex he saw it as an opportunity to really win you over and make you his ;)

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 7 months

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oml hiiii, i rushed here immediately when i saw your requests are open ive been in love with the idea of maybe ghost having a teenage niece (his older brothers daughter) who he basically raised when he wasn't on duty but like none of the 141 knows about it because he keeps her a secret. He's basically her father at this point cause the rest of the family was murdered when she was only a baby. Anyways, you can do whatever you want with this prompt or not if you don't want to. But like I can totally just imagine Soap just seeing them in a Tescos and absolutely losing his shit when seeing a teenager swinging from his Lieutenants arm.

if you choose not to do this prompt that's completely fine!!! thank you!!!

—Sole Survivor

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Your father died years ago, and so you fall under the stiff, and unyielding, protection of your Uncle Simon. But it's not all bad. He can be funny when he wants to be.] ❞

When you were the only one to live, the sole survivor of that massacre, Simon knew he was in trouble.

He’d found you under the bed. The blood was still congealing over the wooden floors—whoever put you there, Tommy, his mother, Beth, or even his nephew, was all a mystery that no one would ever know the answer to. Yet, the larger question was how you, a baby, had managed to stay silent through it all.

Simon had picked you up with panicked breath and tears in his eyes as the sirens of the police had gotten closer, holding you to him as you blinked awake and yawned. The bodies of his family were strewn around the floor, broken and bent; murdered. But you. Little you.

Alive.

It would be best to leave you to be found by the authorities. To go somewhere far away from him and the future that was now stained into his soul—the pact of revenge and horror that would live through him like a brand. It was the right thing to do; the correct thing.

And then he remembers his mother’s eyes, and he’s already rushing to the back window while cradling your squirming body. The rest, of course, passed as the flow of time always did.

“I’m thinking we should have steak,” your voice pipes up as Simon grabs a bag of crisps from the shelf. Brown eyes blink down at you, balaclava tight to this face.

“You have steak money?” You were a teenager now, older and figuring life out one day at a time. He hadn’t told you the whole story, and he won’t until much later, but you know enough to a point that you were comfortable with.

You know your family loved you.

“You’re the one with the job,” he huffs at you as you utter under your breath.

“Exactly,” Simon grunts. “Eatin’ me out of house and home like I never feed you.”

“I,” you point a finger into the air, “am growing. Soon I’ll be just as tall as you, y’know that? I’ll be towering over everyone and giving them that same dead-eyed look that—” brown orbs level with you, unimpressed. You beam, punching his shoulder. “See! That one!”

“Fuckin’ piss off, would you?” Simon grumbles, moving down to the next aisle in his large and darkly-clothed glory. Your laugh trails after him, feet heavy on his heels. “Givin’ me a headache.”

You both walk around the Tesco, Simon getting strange looks while a beaming teenager walks beside him talking about supper, class, and anything in between. He offered short responses, sometimes sarcastic and sometimes serious—it depended, but the point was that he did answer you, no matter how pointless the conversation.

“I think I’m going to join a club this year,” you speak as you gaze at the items your Uncle puts in his basket. A gaze side-eyes you slowly.

“What, then?”

“I don’t know,” you hum, shoulder bumping into his arm and tilting your head. “Were you in any clubs?”

He grunts, shaking his head before a hand descends to your hair, ruffling it as you hiss in annoyance. “Never had time.” Simon hadn’t told you about his father or what he had done, and God help him if he ever uttered a word about it. That wasn’t something that mattered in your story, just his…he’d never place that weight on you willingly.

You frown as your uncle's arm loops your shoulders casually, keeping you to him as other people walk past you. Brown filters over posture and facial expressions—looking for the barest hint of ill-intent. When there’s nothing, and the forms move around you as easily as they had come, Simon’s attention leaves, and he continues on as if nothing had happened.

“Try Debate.” Your face turns to him, curious.

“Debate?” His eyes twinkle, and behind his face covering you immediately find the tell-tale twitch of a smirk.

“Argue so bloody well you could convince a rookie that a P890 can hold 10 rounds.”

You fight the shocked smile that pulls at your lips. “I don’t know if I should be offended or not.” Eyes swirl, and a hand squeezes your arm; jostling you slightly.

“It’s a compliment.”

“You’ve always been shit at those.” You get a firm glare and a grunt from above.

“Fuckin’ language.” Your lips mock his response, making fun of him before he sends a flick of his thumb and forefinger into your temple.

“Hey!” Simon chuckles lowly, walking closer to the front of the store to get ready to pay as you mutter. “Jerk.”

It was a surprise though, that when you had barreled onto your Uncle’s back for an impromptu piggyback ride as payback—which the man didn’t even flinch at, already used to your antics—that the wide eyes of a man with a mohawk met yours. Your head is atop your Uncles, resting there as the lady at the front gives you strange looks from behind the register as Simon places the items in front of her.

He was gobsmacked, this stranger with his hair all done up like that, and your eyes blink at the display of tags around his neck that mirror your guardians. Broad, yet not so like Simon, and muscled, also, not as much as Simon.

“Unc?” You ask, and the man below you hums in question, pulling out notes from his wallet absentmindedly. “Who’s the guy with the mohawk?”

Simon tenses under you, fingers freezing.

“With the what?” It wasn’t really shocking that no one knew about you besides Price—and the only reason he knew was that in the event something happened to him, Simon had made the Captain swear that you would be taken care of.

Imagine his horror when his brown eyes darted up only to find them meeting the cobalt blues of his Sergeant, the Scot's hand outstretched to a box of pancake mix with a pack of Irn Bru in the other.

There’s an immediate sinking feeling in Simon’s chest when Johnny awkwardly tips his fingers in a shocked greeting—eyes flashing up to your curious face before he thins his lips and blinks.

You wave enthusiastically back.

“Oh, bloody fuckin’ hell.”

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frogchiro · 3 months

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Hrrrnnn thinking about boy next door!Kyle who is the absolute sweetheart of the neighbourhood, the kind whom old ladies praise after he led them across the street and all the mothers want their daughters to end up with him or at least with someone like him.

But he has eyes on only one person, you! You were childhood friends, always together, always playing in the garden together and spending time and even now that you're both in college didn't stop or put a damper on your friendship! Even better, you two somehow got even closer because you just couldn't help but slowly fall for Kyle's big, beautiful eyes, how they softened every time he saw you, his lips that stretched wide whenever you called out to him, not to mention his obvious charm and charisma and his goodhearted nature...Oh if you only knew.

Boy next door!Kyle who is obsessed with for many years now to the point of almost insanity. You're perfect in every aspect to him; your smile, your soft voice, how sweet you are and how you're genuinely the best person he ever met...But that attracted trouble.

He stalked your social media, he took photos of you whenever he couls just so he could look at the in the privacy of his own room and touch hinself to them, moaning your name out and imagining you bouncing on his dick, calling out to him in your sweet voice, but after the deed his mood always soured. He knew that he was far from being the only one who felt for you this way, and he always had to do something about them.

Like that jock in high school, Connor was his name. Up and coming sports star, the golden boy of the football team and the known school casanova who changed his girls every week and it just happened that his flavor of the week was you. Even after multiple times you shot him down politely, he still insisted. And insisted. And insisted until it clearly made you uncomfortable and Kyle couldn't have that right?

What a shame that the same month poor Connor had a incident which basically made him say goodbye to any sports carreer in the future. Pity. But Kyle was so happy! No one made his girl upset. No one.

#kin speaks #yes this is one of the prompts in my old kinktober that I never got to write😭#but yandere boy next door gaz has been bouncing around my head for the whole day now #i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did ;;#cod x reader #cod mw x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 29 days

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The junior quintet riding a giant illustrious cod.

(For @sandpancakecat)

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #digital art #Jin ling #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #ouyang zizhen #nameless red disciple #codfish #What an incredibly whimsical prompt! I enjoyed the how it tickled my mind!#I do *not* have more to say about what is going on here as this was not wholly my brain child. But I enjoy it!#Perhaps they are on a night hunt and trying to catch a giant cod spirit.#I am just so delighted to be able to draw these five hanging out again that my mind has gone blank.#Regardless - I'm feeling happy with how this turned out! Fish are fun to draw!#One more raffle post to go! See you all tomorrow!

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gomzdrawfr · 1 month

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y/n please

redraw of @warenai's incorrect quotes from this post

shameless plug but my commissions are open :]

#you're no fun Lt #yeah well the base burning down is no fun either #pftttt #gummmyart #doodle #prompt redraw #friend's post #simon ghost riley #incorrect call of duty quotes #incorrect cod quotes #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader

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bleuu-moon · 4 months

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imagine you’re a civilian who’s held hostage with price, but you don’t know he’s in the special forces, until he’s forced to whisper it in your ear as a way to try and calm you down as you begin to hyperventilate. telling you how if your captors knew, they’d kill him straight away, but he knows his men are already out looking for him.

and then it all starts to make sense, the way he never seemed fazed by the two days that you’ve both been locked up for, the constant reassurance he offered when you began getting overly emotional, the checking in on you, the advice he offered to drink sips, not gulps and ways to conserve your energy.

he knows he gave you hope, as you become more talkative, making conversation about your outside lives. asking him personal questions that he doesn’t mind to answer for you, and seeing how you perk up talking about yours, he reciprocates the questions.

by day five, it feels like ten, but you’ve become a peace for one another. talking escapes you both, temporarily erasing the memory of your current situation.

you’re there, rushing to his side when he gets a blow to the face from one of your detainers, a result of his unsmart mouth, asking him how to help stop the bleeding from the gash on his cheek. he tries to shoo you away, ensuring he’s fine, but once you rip a piece of fabric from your t-shirt and press it to his injury, it’s almost like he rests into your touch.

he begins becoming protective, when a captor makes a beeline for you, he won’t hesitate but to use himself as a human shield. willingly taking another punch or kick a punishment for his distraction. when a small bottle of water and stale food is shoved underneath the gate, he’ll make sure you have more than he does, refusing to listen to your protests. whenever he’s able to sleep, he’ll place himself closest to the door, in front of you, yet always facing you. once you’re tired, he’ll urge you to sleep, making sure he doesn’t sleep for too long at the same time.

the only time that john panics in that cell, is when a gun is pulled up to your head, as a blackmailing tactic for information.

information that your brain doesn’t comprehend as your body is whirling in fight or flight. you watch on as he attempts to bargain with the man behind you, whilst still offering you comfort with the way his eyes soften as they meet yours, and a hand reaching out towards you.

and that’s when the cavalry arrive.

the chance to fall to your knees, free from the enemy’s grasp as he runs towards the gunfire, john lunging forwards to collect you in his arms. cradling you into his chest as you fall apart against him. he soothes you, telling you that it’s all over, that you’re okay.

you don’t leave johns side until you arrive at the hospital. glued to him from the moment he stood you up and walked out the cell with pulled into his side, hearing words of affirmation towards him from those who refer to him as “captain”. in the helicopter, he still had you right there, so close to him, you may as-well be one. that’s why the nurses have to pretty much pry you from him when you land.

conveniently, you both end up on other sides of the building, as your vitals are checked and monitored. not knowing that john was discharged almost straight away, and on his way to find you within the first couple of hours, to everyone else’s dismay.

he doesn’t know the emotion he feels the second he see’s you asleep, but all he knows is that the sight brings him to the verge of tears. the drip that’s connected to the top of your hand, the continuous beeping that mirrors your steady heartbeat, but most of all — how peaceful and healthy you look already. admiring you, he quietly finds himself beside your bed, his hand subconsciously wrapping around yours, instantly noticing the warmth that you now possess. and when you slightly flinch, and flicker your eyes open to meet his, the small smile that forms on your lips almost brings john to his knees.

and that, right there, is how he knows that even though the way you met wasn’t ideal, he wants you beside him for the rest of his life.

#this was one of them things that i wrote read it back got disappointed and then thought fuck it #i will write a longer version of this one day #love these two x #captain john price #this was done in like an hour so bare with meeee #price x reader #captain price x reader #cod prompts

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