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letting your captain hit because you felt so guilty about him being so alone. you knew this wasn’t exactly a good thing to do and that you were definitely on the wrong path.. but when you saw captain mactavish looking for your gaze every single day at training you knew this was already long lost. you promised yourself you’d never catch feelings and that this would only be something you did out of fun and to make him feel a little better about all the shit in his neck, but..

you knew he talked to ghost and roach, and he also had people like worm and the others, guys that he considered friends, comrades, you name it. but you weren’t a friend, that’s for sure — you were someone that just sometimes ran out with the rest of the reserve squad when they needed more armed people for a mission. you weren’t important at all, you could have died at least fourteen times already when you were deployed, it just showed that you weren’t even good at your job either.

one sentence was already able to make you surrender to him and melt; “how was your day, munchkin?” and it felt so bad to give in to him so easily.

but when he came into your room and told you how he saw you try your best today. when you saw his head peeking into your room after a mission, face paint running down on the side of his head as the sweat and rain had made the black lines turn into liquid again, dripping down. you spent so much time admiring him, not just as a person who was above you, your higher-up but also as a man.

getting lost in your thoughts was always routine while he had his head between your legs, your fingers tugging at his mohawk, pinching and twisting strands of his hair while you were slightly trying to squirm away from his tongue. his pair of strong arms kept you tightly pressed to his nose, though, the tip of it bumping against your clit every single time he somehow licked deep inside you like you were nothing but that ice cream he had been craving ever since he got deployed again. that tongue did wonders and you were the one that knew that the most.

he held you in your place while you tried to close your thighs up when you were already so close to your orgasm, your entire body lifting up as you involuntarily jerked yourself forward, butt no longer in contact with the bed. he was quick to press you down, lapping at your folds and eating you out like you deserved it when you knew you didn’t. a pathetic solider you were, not even respecting the basic rules of the military and letting your captain eat your pussy.

his mouth was kissing your clit every time he quit licking to take a deep breath, looking up to your face every once in a while to see if you were still enjoying it. he knew when to stop, he knew when you were getting too overwhelmed. he knew all of your nerves down there like the back of his hand. he put all of your pleasure high above his, the both of you completely forgetting the fact that in the beginning this was only to make him relax and help him not to go insane.

you thought you were slick with this whole thing, keeping the burning feeling of humiliation and also some faint trace of love (that was somehow stronger than the other one. why?) in your chest hidden, never saying a word about it and hoping it would go away on its own once you return back home and lose every contact with this whole fucking shithole of a military base and the people there.

but a strong feeling hit back at you on a random thursday afternoon when you were just taking out the trash and checking the mailbox — bloodied dog tags of john mactavish shipped to you in just a bubble mailer, a small little note attached to it that you were the only person he mentioned by name in his will.

#i am very sorry #call of duty #cod #johnny mactavish #captain john mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap smut #captain soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap cod #soap x you #soap x reader #john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x you

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set in the 2000’s ;)

young!09!simon always made sure you had everything you could ever ask for, he never wanted to show it to you how much he was struggling. he could be using his last two pounds up to buy you ice cream that day but he would still pull up in his beat-up car to pick you up from school, bad quality radio blasting as he reached over to the passenger side to open the door for you from inside.

his signature sunglasses that he had been using ever since he graduated from high school always covering his deep brown eyes, proud smile on his lips while wearing that pair of oakleys. they were a size too big on his head but you just giggled and told him he’ll grow into them or whatever.

simon was just one year older than you and he took every chance to flex that he wasn’t in school anymore. he told you every single time he saw you how he was a person who was working two jobs and was earning money for himself and you! but he never told you how he had to help pay the bills at home and that was why one job wasn’t enough. you didn’t have to know.

every friday afternoon he picked you up from school because that was his only free afternoon, and he took you somewhere beautiful. he was begging his friend whose father owned a gas station somewhere two cities away from london to lend him some more fuel and he promised he’ll pay it back as soon as he could. he went to cafes to order the cheapest, plainest tea they had and he sat at the table with the most magazines on it, reading through articles made for middle-aged women about pretty places in this area. he spent hours at a gardening store, staring at the photos on the bags of flower seeds so he could grow the prettest one out for you (because seeds were cheaper than getting an actual boquet..).

he just wanted to show you the beauties of the nature around you. he wanted to show you that everything was alright and he also wanted to show you that he cared. you were his everything, you were worth everything.

and after a long walk in some kind of forest far away, after hours spent staring at the long trees just to finally find and read some kind of faintly painted sign for tourists because you two got lost somewhere, the car seat was always the comfiest bed. it was so inviting, you just sat inside the car and laid your head back against the concrete-hard headrest.

“how ‘bout a shake at maccies on the way back home?” simon asked with a small little grin, but you could only shake your head tiredly, exhaustion running through your body. you tried to collect some of your remaining energy to climb across the center console, turning yourself around and placing one knee between his thighs while your other leg was still on the passenger side. you could already see his smile widening and his eyes shining with the most love you’ve ever seen come from a man. the way he looked at you was really something not even cheesy romance movies could nail to portray.

“wa-wait, sweetheart, hold on-“ he chuckled gently while grabbing you by your waist, making sure you landed safely, right into his lap. “what’s up, baby-“ was all he could utter out before you flashed him the sweetest smile he had ever seen before, and then pushing your lips against his right after that. he was so caught off guard that he even struggled to kiss you back for a few seconds, though he quickly realized what was going on and he began kissing you his favorite way — sucking on your tongue softly.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in close as you occasionally broke the kiss to take a few fluttering little breaths and sneak in a few gentle giggles against his sweet lips. in the meanwhile, his palms and fingers were obviously roaming all over your body, mapping it all up for himself like he had done many times before but he could never get bored of tracing and curves. at this point, he could draw your entire body from memory (not like he hadn’t done it before, there were crappy crayon drawings of your pretty frame hung up on his wall).

gentle and warm hands peeled your denim jacket off of you, tossing it aside to who knows where, it couldn’t disappear in this small car anyways. his smile against your lips was huge when his heart swelled with victory, unclasping your bra so easily through your t-shirt — what a talent to have, ladies and gentlemen!

your fingers worked on unbuttoning the buttons under the collar of his striped shirt? you ran your fingertips along the little man riding a horse right above his heart, ralph lauren my ass.. did he read this in some kind of style magazine at the cafe once again? this silly guy. a chuckle left your mouth once again when you realized how much he was actually doing for you, your fingers instinctively leaving the buttons alone and then quickly moving down to the zipper of his jeans, unzipping it while hitting him with a smile that made him feel all dizzy in the head!

setting you free from your shorts, he leaned away for a second, reaching into the glove compartment on the left side of the car, fishing out a box of condoms. he was relieved when he found them there, where else would they be anyways? soft laughs escaped the tight prison of his mouth when he took one out and held it between his index and middle finger, reading the date faintly printed on it — “it’s expired..” he chuckled.

“i don’t care-“

“hm?”

“i said i don’t care, idiot.” you giggled while pulling him in for another kiss, seeing him toss the entire box aside, probably catching him incredibly off guard with your little sentence but his muscles still reacted immediately.

and just one or two minutes later you were already bouncing on his hard cock, lips always connected, if not by tangled tongues then by a thick string of saliva. how nasty! when he realized your thighs were getting sore from moving up and down all the time, he helped you, grabbing your hand that was slipping down from his neck and interwining your fingers with his bigger ones. he bucked his hips up from under you, hoping that it felt good for you.

“fuuuck..” he mumbled under his breath, that cheeky grin never leaving his lips, no matter how much he was melting away at your touch. “so good f’ me-“

and you drank all of his praises up, feeling his veiny length twitch inside of you as he was probably using all of his willpower trying to keep himself from cumming right into you that instant. his head was hitting your cervix when you sat down right on his entire cock, gently moving and swirling your hips while still keeping himself fully inside of your sweet little cunt. you once read on some kind of forum that you should try spelling out ‘coconut’ like this and even though you never really thought it would work too much, you decided to give it a try, moving your body in the shape of the circle-like letters.

he was whining, whimpering even when you were only done with the first two letters of the word, making you giggle so much upon hearing the deep breaths he took and the powerful sighs he let out. “w-what are you doing baby, feels so- so.. good-“ he mumbled out somehow.

“shh.. coconut-“ you whispered, unable to conceal your cheeky little grin.

“what..?” he laughed gently between two moans, his hips bucking upwards desperately as he was probably so damn overstimulated already, the tip of his cock continously kissing your womb. it was too much for him, his brain going foggy and stupid when you resumed your primitive little bouncing on his thick dick, his hands stuttering and clawing at your tight little butt to take handfuls of your soft fat, trying to grab as much as he could. “f-fuck, baby, i think i’ll-“

“si..” you giggled softly. goofy sex every friday afternoon. forgetting about all that debt he had piled up, forgetting about your assignments due monday and forgetting about the windows so obviously fogging up.

it was routine every week until he enlisted.

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #ghost smut #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod mw x reader #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #ghost #09 ghost

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Was wondering if maybe we could get something with ghost x reader who’s outrageously terrified of thunderstorms and calls him sniffling and holding back tears asking if he can come over and then screaming as a very loud bang of thunder booms ? If not that’s okay! I love your work anyway🩷🫵

hello anon, i’m not sure if you wanted me to write this in a smutty way or just a fluffy one but i tried my best >_< i changed the story up a tad if that’s okay. thanks for the request ! <3 and sorry for disappearing ! school and sports r taking up my time. ><

you never really thought that a relationship had any benefits besides having someone to come home to, but when your relationship with simon began you had to realize that this whole idea in your head was completely wrong. he wasn’t just a person to come home to.

maybe because you two still didn’t live together. so you technically couldn’t come home to him.. but you almost lived at his place by now. he was for sure so tired of you calling him in the middle of the night, asking him to come over because of something so silly, something so stupid. spiders in the corner, ants infesting the house, no wifi, bad tv signal, or the worst (in your case); a thunderstorm.

you were listening to the sounds your phone made as you called simon with shaky hands, your finger on the red circle as you were sure he won’t pick up this time. you’ve annoyed him like this so many times before, there was no way he would be willing to help you after all of these — or so you thought. you kept a tissue to soak your tears up with close to your eyes, your vision already blurry from the crying you had done earlier.

“baby? what’s up?” his voice was tired and grumpy, it sounded like he just woke up, but you knew that couldn’t be because he never really slept before 4 am. he never did. “everything okay over there?” slight concern. the only thing you could make out of his words was some worry and that’s it. thank God that he didn’t sound like he was mad.

“si. ‘m scared.”

“huh? what is it? ‘s someone there?” he spoke through the phone. “talk to me, baby.” his voice was a little gentler once he heard your silence on the other end of the line.

you sighed almost silently, making sure he didn’t hear the sniffle that you just let out. you felt like a dumb little kid for crying over something like this, but when you heard the faint sound of a thunder bang you immediately knew that you had to speak up. you actually had someone that was worried for you, waiting for you to say something. “just this.. fucking rain and the whole, um.. the whole thing that comes with it.”

“the thunderstorm, you mean?” his feeling of relief was louder than the wind outside. it was like some kind of weight had been pushed off his shoulders. “don’t tell me it’s that again or-“

“it is. i’m sorry to disturb you.. especially at this hour, but..” you sighed softly again, feeling slightly threatened by his last sentence. you knew you had no reason to be worried or scared but the way he worded what he wanted to say sometimes sounded like he was mad at you (you were so wrong!). “could you please come over. please.” it didn’t sound like a question, just a request.

he audibly sighed. oh, he was annoyed!

“i’ll be there in 10. i suppose you’re in bed so.. stay under the blankets, okay?” what a rhetorical question. you wouldn’t survive climbing out of bed when it sounds like the world in ending outside. you couldn’t even roll the blinds down to make the thunders less visible, there was absolutely no way you would step foot outside your bed at a time like this.

and just like he promised, ten minutes later he was already entering your home with his own keys, making his way towards your bedroom as he immediately lay on top of you like a weighted blanket that was alive. he wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding you close to his chest while you still lay under him, completely motionless as he was practically squeezing every last breath out of you. “si..!”

“i’m here, ‘s okay luv..” he mumbled, his voice raspy as he finally let you go. he rolled onto his back and gently scooped you up into his arms, making you fight back a bit and you two ended up in such a position where you were just laying flat on top of him. he chuckled lightly as he felt like he already succeeded — it seemed like you immediately forgot about the thunderstorm outside as soon as he arrived and grabbed you.

the rest of the night was basically the same thing on repeat. soft little movements, your bodies moving in unison everytime either you or him made the silent suggestion to shift positions. he always kept his large palms close to your ears in case a loud thunder were to interrupt the long cuddle-session. the whole thing was just about holding each other close through the whole night and not letting go.

soft little murmurs of how sleepy you are were the only things to be heard now, alongside the loud sounds of the icy rain hitting your window. well, summerime weather is weird.

#call of duty #cod #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost fluff #ghost comfort #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader

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university textbooks all over your desk, papers and pens scattered over the floor and unfinished word documents of assignments due in still another month open. the room was silent, the only thing to be heard was the fan of your laptop doing a few spins every once in a while. you always had great grades, you always finished your things on time so today you allowed yourself to have a little treat.

it was already past midnight when you silently got up to close the door of your room. unusual, because you always kept it open, but when you saw johnny smiling at you from your window you decided to close it. not locking, just closing will do — everyone’s asleep anyways.

he was careful when you opened the window for him, making sure that he didn’t make any loud sounds and that he took off his boots before landing on the wooden flooring of your room so that wouldn’t be alarming either. he just gently smiled at you and you nodded, eyebrows furrowed in a way that showed him that you were actually a little worried about this little stunt.

but just a few minutes later you were already forgetting about it because he gently pressed you against your bed, making you sit down on the edge of it. and he was silently kissing you already — you got so embarrassed when you heard the clicking sound your lips made when touching johnny’s. but he just smiled and shrugged it off, completely unbothered.. must be nice!

he laid you down into your bed, stirring up the always carefully folded bedsheets. his fingers were tangled in your pretty hair, he could never get enough of the feeling of your locks between his fingers. he had to keep a hand in that pretty hair of yours even while kissing.

he pulled away for a second, “arms up,” he whispered with a soft little smile on his lips. he freed you from your sweet little pjyama shirt, carefully tossing it aside but making sure that it didn’t get too wrinkled up. a small, excited chuckle left his mouth when he finally saw a part of your pretty body, he was like a kid that just unwrapped his christmas gift. he was quick to lay his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your bare torso while he listened to your heartbeat like a good boy.

his face was warm against your skin, you couldn’t see it but you could physically feel the blush burning up on his cheeks as he tried to nuzzle his head even closer to your collarbones. “silly boy,” you mouthed as he just shook his head (almost flustered!), reaching down and somehow throwing the blanked he had tossed off the bed earlier on both of you.

you felt him shift on top of you a little bit, sliding off of your body and deciding to lay beside you instead, spooning you up. he wrapped one of his arms around your waist while the other was working on unbuttoning his own jeans (you’ll scold him later for laying in your bed in his everyday clothes..) under the blanket. when you heard the soft pop of his button you knew he’ll get to work on you as well, warm fingers sliding your cotton panties off of you.

“you ain’t cold, right?” he asked quietly, his voice barely a weak mumble as you shook your head. it was reasonable that he asked something like this since you were now laying naked just under a blanket and it wasn’t exactly the warmest in the room — especially since you accidentally left the window open when johnny came in. he nodded silently at the sight of your reaction.

“okay, ‘m gonna stick jus’ the tip in and we’ll see, alright?” he whispered into your ear as he made sure you heard him clearly. “squeeze ma’ hand if it stings, okay?” and just like that, he softly rubbed his length along your slit a few times, then he gently pushed the flared head of his cock in, a small part of his length but definitely the hardest to take. you kept your fingers around his hand, and it was almost like he was waiting for you to pinch his skin lightly and to slip your hand out of his but it didn’t happen. you felt the stretch but you also felt his thumb rub against the skin of your hand in a reassuring way.

“would you look at tha’..” he mumbled quietly. “good job, baby.. you gon’ take a bit more or is it enough for ye?”

“tiny bit more..” you managed to breathe out. you felt him shift his weight slightly as he pushed a little bit more of his length into you, starting to gently rock his hips. his little movements sometimes stuttered and you could tell that it was hard for him to remain so still when your pussy was hugging his tip so tightly, but he did it for you. for your comfort.

“good girl. goood girl..” he whispered into your ear, the faint sounds of your wet cunt squelching every time he slightly thrusted into you being the only thing to be heard in the completely silent room. the bed sometimes rocked too, it made a small little sound that you were so embarrassed to hear but it was probably so quiet that it wasn’t really anything you should stress yourself over. it didn’t matter. “suuuch a good girl. my girl.. ‘s okay..”

soft sex. cuddlefucking. he was all here for it.

#i need this man so bad im going to cry #call of duty #cod #soap smut #soap mactavish #soap x you #soap x reader #soap cod #soap call of duty #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #john mactavish #cod mw x reader

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how do you teach someone how to love?

all könig knew were violence and guns. he was a cold person but even his heart deserved warmth, as much as his painfully simple brain tried to deny it. so it subconsciousy came up with something in order to defend itself — he fell in love with his assault rifles, he fell in love with his knives and he fell in love with the smell of blood, because that was all that existed in this world for him.

now don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t a bad man..

it was like an electric, never-dying candle was lit up in the middle of a cave when he met you. his brain completely shut off when he saw you. he stared at your face from afar and imagined you lying cold and dead on the floor because that was what he found comfort in, that was what he had feelings for. he knew it wasn’t okay but what could a man like him do about it? his mind was beyond fucked already.

his mind was foggy when he had to talk to you, he could barely utter his words out, or at least that was what he thought was visible to you — but in reality he kept the straightest face ever and was the most serious person when he stood in front of you. he never even realized how emotionless he actually was.

and when he took the courage to invite you over for the first time, he was surprised that you didn’t immediately press him up against the wall and push your hand down his carefully buttoned cargo pants. because that was all he knew — the bunnies he had been with before always did that and he didn’t know how normal people had this thing. he started buckling his belt tighter because he liked the bunnies but not how he felt so small against the wall, in the shadows of them forever.

he felt lost because the only things he was good at were built of little motions he had learned and practiced beforehand, and sex wasn’t like those at all. his coordination was off and his head was dizzy when he realized that he had to be the one to take your clothes off, it was natural to you but not him.

“are you okay?” your voice cut through the silence, you just had to speak up at the sight of his shaking hands.

he just nodded. he couldn’t even squeeze any words out and he wanted to just disappear in shame. he had never felt like this before — it was like he actually had no idea what to do. his mates have joked about this before after a few drinks and he always laughed along, unkbeknownst to everyone that he had never actually been with a woman he loved. bunnies count, bunnies count, bunnies count — that was what he repeated in his mind all the time when he felt embarrassed and confused.

seeing your pretty body for the first time was something he tried to shrug off but minutes later he was just hugging your waist and laying his head on your warm, soft tummy. you swore you could even feel a few hot tears tickling your stomach as he just buried his head into your gentle layer of fat.

you two didn’t have sex that night.

#call of duty #cod #könig #könig cod #könig smut #konig #konig call of duty #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig smut #konig x you #konig x reader #konig headcanons #könig x you #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig fanfiction

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you were so silly for thinking that someone from the task force would ever want to talk to you. you, a solider that barely knew anything about how things were ‘up there’.

but they were in tottenham this weekend and you were invited to their conference, what could you do? and when i said that you didn’t think that they would even speak a word to you, i was right — they wouldn’t. he would never say a word to you either, he just silently stared into your eyes like a lost puppy. he. sergeant gary sanderson.

and it was so confusing. your heart was aching because you knew that he was someone from the task force, the best of the best, he would probably be embarrassed to be even seen with you, just like the others ‘of his kind’.

you just sat at the huge table, people in military uniforms sitting around it and you fidgeted with your pen, trying to hide behind the collar of your loose camouflage-print jacket. you wanted to disappear. it was cruel knowing that he was staring at you from the other side of the room. you didn’t even know that his left leg was twitching up and down under the table as he felt just as stressed as you did. his eyes were soft and never intimidating like the other men’s around you.

you were writing pages and pages about him in your diary. you tried to find out information about him, the only thing you knew was his name and the rest of his identity was well hidden because the sas did some really nice cleaning around their men (apparently). his callsign was roach or whatever. stupid.. just like you.

and on their third day of being here, after dinner, somewhere behind the men’s dormitory, right next to some big and dark bush he was just centimeters away from you, the tip of his noze almost touching yours. he didn’t even dare touch you as he had his hands tighty behind his back, aching to hug you tightly but he just couldn’t. he knew he couldn’t, and you knew that as well. and you two have never even spoken a word to each other before.

his gaze was friendly. kind and worried, even, the way his eyebrows were slightly furrowed it looked like he was a little concerned about this whole situation. he looked like a lost little boy, he definitely didn’t look like a person that has killed before and was one of the bests in the sas.

when you least expected it — he gently pushed his lips against yours. kissing. you two were kissing, that was fhe first thing that ran through your head as you felt like you just got struck by lightning. your body was shaking but judging from the way his arms slowly unclasped behind his back and tried to reach up to hug you, he was trembling too. it was childish and dumb, he didn’t even try to push his tongue into your mouth. but he tasted so sweet. his lips were sweet. can you believe that?

you knew that this was one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done. he’s in fucking task force 141, there’s no way he would even remember who you were by the next day. and you already were sure that you’ll be all heartbroken over this for the next two months.

but the day they left tottenham you found a little note messily stuffed into one of your boots right next to your bunk bed, the handwriting was sloppy abd hard to read but you could make the words out — ‘thank you for being my first kiss’.

#this is a whole ass mini fic #call of duty #cod #mw2 #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod mw x reader #gary roach sanderson #roach cod #roach call of duty #roach x reader #roach x you #gary sanderson #roach sanderson

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need him SO bad that it’s getting unhealthy. do i write something about him on this mission ??!?!?!?!? yes or no yes or no

#call of duty #cod #captain soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap x you #soap cod #soap call of duty #johnny mactavish #captain john mactavish #john soap mactavish

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you and 09!ghost were never really on good terms, things were always frosty and cold between you two. missions kind of connected you guys but that was notning special, it was the same with everyone else on the team so you wouldn’t really consider that extraordinary.. until something happened.

the location was already bad enough — georgian - russian border, what a blessing. a part of the task force was supposed to clear the house hidden in the woods in hopes of finding makarov as this was one of his possible hiding places. you could only hope for the best.

the mission didn’t turn out to be a success, though. the area was cleared and you shot what felt like hundreds of soliders, yet there was no sign nor trace of the man that the whole world was looking for — vladimir makarov. roach was downstairs copying the files from the central computer he found there, but it was taking extremely long and you just couldn’t help but start exploring the house out of boredom.

your heavy gear was sticking to your body like a soaked towel, your body sweaty from all the stress that was put on you. the wooden floor was creaking under your military-issue boots that were so uncomfortable on your feet after such a long day. however, after a while, you heard the sound of another pair of boots knocking against the probably rotten wood, making you turn your head and look up. ghost. it’s ghost.

“impressive. you did really good,” he mumbled under his breath, though he didn’t seem like he was actually serious. to be honest, you didn’t even know what he sounded like when he was dead serious. the balaclava on his face always somehow filtered the tone of his voice and you couldn’t guess what could be going on in his mind.

and the next thing you remember is him pushing you against the wall and slamming his lips against yours, the fabric of the skull-print balaclava obviously being in the way. both of your saliva made a little spot on the soft cotton, and what a funny touch because you imagined your panties looking the same — with a silly little wet spot on it. he held you tightly under your butt with one arm, your back against the wall so it would be easier for him to keep you up in the air.

just like that, he was already reaching down to your panties. unzipping your pants with shaky, gloved fingers as he seemed incredibly desperate. he circled the wet spot on your undies, outlining it with the tip of his finger as a horrible excuse of foreplay. just moments later he was in his pants too, needily taking his rock-hard cock out of his boxer briefs and not wasting any time to pull the fabric covering your pretty cunt aside, almost immediately sliding into you.

it was really weird that he didn’t say anything. it all just happened and it was weird. you laid you head into the crook of his neck, fingers gripping the gray wool-ish texture of his pullover. at first he only slid in with his flared tip but then seconds later he pushed more of his length in, letting you feel the raw veins on his slightly curved length. he was huge and you were sure that he would hit your cervix the moment he bottomed out inside you — and that was why you began protesting with soft little sounds coming out of your mouth, tiny and silent moans of his rank slipping out. not ghost nor simon, not even riley. you felt ashamed that the only thing coming out of your mouth was just “lieutenant, please..”

“ssh, we don’t want roach to hear you downstairs, do we?” he asked almost silently, but you could tell that he was holding back a few gruff grunts too, judging from the way he breathed. “do we, sergeant?”

“no. no, no. but it’s so-“ and you had to swallow the rest of your sentence down because of how you could almost feel his tip leaking inside you with every word you painfully uttered out. it was messy and sticky, the lewd sounds your pussy kept making were basically reverbating off the walls. and it was all dripping down into your panties, small droplets sliding along your slit and soaking into the thin fabric. “nasty..”

“fuck..”

and as soon as he mumbled that curse out, you heard a pair of boots againts the wooden floor — one that sounded identical to your and ghost’s ones. shit. shit!

looking over ghost’s shoulder you had to blink thrice to confirm that what you saw was indeed real. roach stood there in the doorway like a deer in the headlights, his goggles pushed atop of his tactical helmet as you could physically see his adam’s apple bob from how hard he gulped. he held a few papers and an usb memory stick in his hands, fingers shaking as he slightly raised it up in to the air. “it’s- it’s done, sir-“

#i love writing biblically accurate cod smut :3 #cod #call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost smut #ghost mw2 #modern warfare 2

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captain mactavish has a thing for pretty girls.. pretty girls like you.

your beauty and kindness was something he never thought would ever deserve (he still thinks he doesn’t, he just doesn’t really give voice to it anymore..). he loved the way you looked at him, he loved the look in your eyes when you scanned his features — because he saw pure love! childish and motherly at the same time. he loved it.

and when he got home from work and saw you taking the pretty pink bow out of your hair, he just had to go there and help. he sat you in his lap and gently combed your hair with his thick, calloused fingers, asking you about your day. you asked him about his too and he didn’t really reply, just made a disgusted face — yeah, it was one of those days again :(

but there was one thing good about that. you knew how to soothe that pain in his chest, you knew how to make it feel okay for at least a few hours.

and just five minutes later he was sitting on the side of the bed, his legs spread as you kneeled between them on the floor, your head pressed onto his crotch area. his fingers were either tangled in your hair or gently stroking your cheek, his head thrown back in silent pleasure. he occasionally let out a little groan or a quiet ‘fuuck..’ under his breath. your tongue was restless, swirling along the tip of his hard length, licking up and down as he held one of your hands, not letting you stroke it from the base. that was just one of the silly things he did, no idea why. you could always tell how close he was from how tight he squeezed your delicate hand, examining your pretty nails in the meantime <3

“sweetheart, don’.. ‘s really sensitive there, fuck..”

#once again im wild for captain #call of duty #cod #soap smut #captain soap mactavish #soap cod #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mw2 #soap call of duty #soap x you #john mactavish #captain john mactavish #captain mactavish #johnny mactavish #soap mactavish

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when you began dating nerd!könig you were so interested in him that you planned conversations early. you did research about his silly little games that he liked playing so much — hell, you even got yourself to play a few matches of war thunder to see what this man was into! :( and when he slightly brought up his interests in a conversation you were already drinking his words, asking him to explain more game mechanics and whatnot (unbeknownst to him that you were already kind of experienced in the game too)..

and when things were going right and one night both of you were in bed, he had his crappy and beat-up office laptop in his lap, the only thing you could see was a huge map of europe displayed on it. he was clicking some things you didn’t understand (you haven’t played this game before, not even for him..) you finally asked him about it.

“it’s hearts of iron, sweetheart.. whatcha know about history, hm?” he asked quietly with a small smile forming on his lips, gently knocking your head with one of his fingers.

you didn’t reply because you knew this was a losing situation, there would be no way that you could earn his praise like this when your head was practically empty whenever you were around him. so you just shook your pretty little head and laid it on his chest, sweet locks of hair escaping from your loose little ponytail while still keeping a close eye on the screen.

and when you didn’t even except it, he gently reached down, slipping his hand under the blanket and began silently massaging your thighs. you saw that this was a game he could easily play with one hand so you weren’t even mad about it, however your focusing session was broken because of this. you couldn’t concentrate on analyzing his game any more, even though you wanted to watch so bad so you could learn a few game tactics to brag about next time!

his fingers quickly pulled the sweet fabric of your little sleeping shorts away, and the only thing he was mad about was that he had to stare at the screen and invade poland with one had massaging your sweet little folds that were already soaked with your wetness, all for him :( he couldn’t focus either, to be honest.

#call of duty #cod #könig #könig cod #könig smut #konig #konig cod #könig x reader #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig x you #konig modern warfare #konig smut #könig x you #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig modern warfare

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the way you held early 20’s!könig’s cheeks in your shaky hands, seeing his messy, spiky and grown out buzz cut uneven everywhere (because the guy that cut everyone’s hairs when they first got here was so damn clumsy) warmed your heart. he definitely didn’t look like he was serving active duty — but it gave him some kind of charm, his face almost.. cute?

the way his military uniform was so loose on him because he needed the biggest size thanks to his massive size but he obviously didn’t have the tummy to fill it all so the wrinkled and creased, cheap piece of clothing hung from his body like a badly fitted pjyama. you loved it when you could tease him with it, but not until the point where he felt bad about it — just until the point where you started unbuttoning it with a small little giggle, him shakily slapping your hand away because you two could be caught like this :(

so it all came down to the obvious — him sneaking you out of the women’s base so you two could fuck like rabbits in one of the dirty bathrooms with the lights down so nobody could even sense that someone (or someones) was inside.

you could always feel his hands shaking when he cupped your ass, gently slapping it through your camouflage-print cargo pants as he almost felt like he didn’t know what to do with all of that you had back there. he grabbed it, kneaded it, rubbed it while you were working on unbuttoning his shirt but it was kind of like he was doing it so he would have something to entertain himself with while you were being clumsy in the dark.

and when the necessary items of clothing were already off (usually nothing was off to be honest, just both of your pants pulled down a little bit), things got messy real quick. the moment he slipped his tip inside he was already biting the collar of his shirt, his teeth clattering against the buttons. he had two of his fingers inside your mouth so you wouldn’t make any noises either.

he was slamming his cock into you like this was no joking matter, he wanted that release and he wanted it now. it sounds so bad to say this but he was kind of using you like a fleshlight at that point, hushed little moans and whispers leaving his mouth, telling you that you’re such a good little slut for him and only for him. and a little later on he’d reach down to rub your clit for you too because you deserve it after all <3

and when you two are finally done with the little session in pitch black, you both exit the bathroom and make a silent promise to meet there the day after that too. and you don’t talk at all the next day, just at night when he’s whispering in your ear that you’re a dirty girl :(

#this man is driving me insaneeee #call of duty #cod #könig #könig cod #könig smut #spilled thoughts #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig x you #könig fanfiction #konig #konig cod #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig call of duty

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bub! me and what i write!

i am bub! i do a lot of things. and i love cod men. i write for quuuuuite a few of them and i write quite a few things as well — i created this blog to share my dumb little drabbles. i am 18 and from eastern europe! >_<

i will write for: könig, ghost, ‘09 ghost, soap!!, capt. soap!!!!, roach, frost, krueger, nikto, macmillan, ‘09 & ‘11 makarov (and maybe price..) — and i will update this list once i finally get to play through more cod games :3

what i will NOT write: bdsm, noncon, dubcon and anything that would even slightly resemble rape.. plus the obvious, scat, piss, vomit, whatever..

requests always open and encouraged!! help me with writer’s block please ><

edit: i write alot for könig but my no1 hyperfixation will always be johnny in every way shape rank or form thank you

edit 2: i used to just write drabbles but ngl at this point i write short fics bc i always get carried away

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captain soap is so rude because he will always judge you and make comments on everything you do wrong. he always has a problem with the way you hold your rifle and even though he is supposed to be your mentor, he won’t tell you the right way to do anything :( he’s so mean with you. but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have fantasies about you when he’s just alone in his office.

he was supposed to be making a plan on how to save price from that damn prison he was stuck in, and he had his journal right in front of him, just set on the desk. he even had his pencil in his hands but he couldn’t concentrate on drawing any kind of route to save his own comrade, the only thing he could do was think about you. and the way you looked up at him when you asked him how to hold the sniper rifle correctly then if he was so smart. and he didn’t answer.

he was soon quickly sketching on one of the yellowed papers of his journal, his pencil drawing your pretty figure right next to the sloppy image of a fortress he had tried to draw just a few minutes ago but it looked unrealistic and ugly — that sketch wouldn’t help anyone who was involved with saving price. so he was just drawing over it in a different color, pressing his dark red marker strongly on the paper, making the color bleed onto the other side too.

and the way he drew you was so pretty. he then finished the one halfbody shot of you in your tactical gear, so it was his time to move on into some different kind of drawing — he drew you in a pretty polka dot bikini, not forgetting your pretty curves. that one time he accidentally saw you drying yourself in the shared showers.. you didn’t know that he saw you but he was never going to forget it.

and once he was finally finished with all of his drawings of you he was finally able to get a fresh breath, unzipping his pants and quickly undoing his belt in hopes of finally being able to rub one out. because you know it’s frustrating for a man like him to even have something to jerk off to — far away from everything, in the middle of nowhere and always on suicide missions. nothing to be happy about in his life, or so he thought.

he was biting his tongue to keep his little grunts and groans inside, his cold fingers wrapping around his hard length and running his thumb along his angry, redish tip. he was leaking pre-cum the whole time he was drawing your body. and he only took small little glimpses of the drawing he made of you, in different settings and next to different rifles that were almost as tall as you. and you weren’t holding them correctly, not even on the drawings.

#im so wild for captain soap aaaa #lore correct smut fic???????? #soap cod #cod #john soap mactavish #call of duty #john mactavish #captain soap mactavish #soap smut

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insecure!virgin!afab!reader x könig

“ssh.. sssh, baby, no crying,” könig whispered as he tried to snake his hands under your shirt but you wouldn’t let him do it. you desperately tried to hide your tummy from his touches, pulling away, burying your head in your palms from embarrassment, tears pouring from your eyes and the list goes on. you’d do anything to somehow stop him from sneaking a glance at your body. “you’re so pretty for me, don’t cry, please?”

after 10 or so minutes of him wiping your tears away and begging you to finally see your ‘beautiful’ and ‘angelic’ body, you finally let him tug that ugly and already stretched out shirt off of you, revealing a sweet little stomach that könig was already leaning in to kiss. you were trying to push his head away, gripping his spiky hair, but he just wouldn’t even care — he was determined to coat you in his sloppy and loud kissies.

and as soon as you gave him the okay to even look at your pretty tits in your completely casual, baby pink bra, he went wild — well, gently wild because he still didn’t want to hurt you or accidentally do something that you didn’t like. he wasn’t like this with any of his previous partners, but you were just too cute to destroy with his rough touches and dirty, blood-stained hands.

his fingers were touching your breasts everywhere they could reach, but always softly and gently, especially careful around your nipples. he didn’t want to ruin the feeling for you :(

and when he took off his own pants and revealed his boxers, he quickly turned around so you wouldn’t be able to see his true size, he didn’t want you to become scared of him and back out of the whole situation. he was afraid that you would just stand up and cut contacts with him if you found out that he was such an ‘animal’. it was already painful enough to see your tears.

“i’m gonna- wait, i’ll just slip j-just the tip in, okay baby?” he whispered in your ear as his fingers were already sliding along your slit, collecting some of your slick to see if you were even wet enough to take him. “what do you think?” and you can’t help but just not with your pretty little head, tears still spilling from behind your long eyelashes.

you were trying to mentally prepare yourself, but the way his fingers wete starting to rub at your clit was making your thighs jump with every circle he drew there. your stomach was dropping every two seconds, and you were already trying to claw at his hand between sobs.

“okay, baby. it’ll hurt a bit. deep breath f’me?”

#könig #call of duty #cod #könig cod #konig cod #hes so babygirl #konig #könig smut

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being on a mission with krueger was something you never thought would be this hard. the things you both were assigned to do were relatively easy, just some patrolling here and there, heavily loaded assault rifles only in hand because they are a tiny bit intimidating to anyone that tries to come close to the area. hard rough kevlar helmet on your pretty head only for show as it was more that 100% sure nobody actually armed or dangerous would come near this place.

whatever happened during the day was never the hard part.

at night, the small little tent you two shared got so hot! steaming, even, because the sun still being up long after 8 pm on a warm summer day absolutely heated up the rubbery texture of the dark green, military issued tent. you already told him to pack the whole thing away and set it up somewhere else, a bit deeper into the woods, but he refused! :(

and he refused because he already knew what was going to happen :( you’d get so frustrated and the anger in you would obviously turn into just sexual tension between the two of you! it’s so obvious, and your silly brain never even thought of this before.

and before you even realize it, krueger is clawing at your bulletproof vest with his gloved hands, tugging it off desperately, not even waiting for your okay, he just did what his hands wanted to do. he quickly zipped your camouflage print pullover off of you, revealing your pretty body under it and a trendy black sports bra! so this is what female soliders are wearing around here.. but he obviously couldn’t spend too much time examining you like that because his own sweat was already pooling behind his neck and the material of his tactical pants felt extremely tight around his crotch area </3

so he grabbed and kneaded what he could!! slowly getting you out of your pants too, roughly and desperately undoing his own belt with his free hand, not even caring to take off his gloves as he just had to start stroking himself! what a pervert..

and now it felt even warmer inside the tent, even though your clothes were off it still felt like you were in a sauna! this whole situation was already as bad as it could get but you just couldn’t care about it. nothing mattered right now — and when he started circling your clit with his gloved index finger 😵‍💫 you couldn’t hold your shaky moan in anymore.

#part 2? #krueger #sebastian krueger #krueger cod #cod #call of duty #aaaaaah #brainrot #krueger smut

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edater!virgin!könig is so bittersweet because you both know that what he was talking about that one night won’t ever happen in real life. and you aren’t all innocent either — you were waiting for his notification every minute, giggling in your bed as you nervously reached between your thighs to try and soothe the burning little tingle right there.

that night was filled with risky texts sent to eachother, back and forth as you eventually started playing his little game too. at first he was the only one talking about how he’d have you sitting in his lap, only in your soaked panties like the good girl you are :( but when you replied back with a sassy little ‘and what if i touched you down there too?’ you didn’t only surprise him, you also surprised yourself. and that was exactly how you and your online boyfriend spent hours imagining pleasuring eachother, the only problem being that you both were on different sides of the planet.

but when you finally arrived in vienna and spotted his huge frame waiting for you at the train station, you immediately jumped into his arms — and you had absolutely no idea that he already had the rest of the afternoon planned out!

just a few minutes after you placed your bags next to his bed, he was already pinning you down into the soft mattress, the piece of furniture that was already suffering under only his weight every night creaking like crazy under the both of you.. and he easily had you pinned thanks to his giant body, but he didn’t know what to do :( he was just as inexperienced as you were.

all of the scenarios he had made up in his mind about not letting you slip away from his grip and giving you as much pleasure as you want quickly faded into nothing as just a few minutes later he was a panting, whining mess next to you on the bed. he was begging. you to touch him down there, remember, you promised that night that you would!! :( he couldn’t even hold you down anymore, he was just rolled over onto his back on the bed, hoping that you would just reach down already and unzip his poor pants!

and when you finally gave into the temptation and you let his cock free from the painful grip of his pants and boxer briefs, you just couldn’t help but gasp — you’ve never done anything like this before, how are you going to take this thing? there’s no way that fits in you! and he agrees. he agrees that it wouldn’t fit.

so you gently wrap your shaky fingers around his rock hard length, pre-cum already leaking in puddles and you try to smear it across the swollen, red head of his needy cock, just like you saw in some kind of stupid porno. he was already gripping the wrinkly bedsheets under you two, his knuckles going white just from the tiny, soft touch of your fingertip. he was going crazy and he wanted to just buck his hips up into your palm but he knew he would cum all over your cute hand then!! :(

the handjob you ended up giving him was quite sloppy, your lips trembling as you kept asking him if what you did was right or wrong. at one point, he couldn’t even nod his head anymore (because he never shook it, you never did anything that didn’t feel good) so he just started whispering between gritted teeth, telling you that he doesn’t understand how he managed to get an angel from heaven like you <3

#cod #könig #könig smut #könig x reader #brrrrrrr this man is so subby #call of duty #könig cod