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holy...

oh my god.

“oh i’m a feminist. i wanna put a woman on top. and on the back, on her knees”

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People who make art of Simon/Ghost and give him Samuel's features, I love and appreciate you a lot more 🖤

The cruel comments this sweet man has received for not looking like damn supermodel as if Simon was said to be one, are disgusting.

Samuel is beautiful inside out, and he deserves to see his face on the character he so well portrays. He IS Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

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it’s so frustrating how i cannot find any good OG modern warfare fanfics. i love the reboot but i prefer the OG and i just want to read that content more than anything 😭 makes me want to start writing my own if i can’t find any but being a uni student who works a job makes that dream difficult but it will happen eventually. if you have any OG fanfics that are worth a read, drop them to me pls!

also, been super obsessed with COD fanart, i spend hours looking and crying to myself bc i can’t draw for shit. i wish i knew how bc i would be drawing and writing such delicious content together 🤌 like you wouldn’t believe!

its 12:07 am on a thursday morning, i should be sleeping but im too invested in finding the fanfic!!

#i need OG modern warfare fanfic! #like #right now #i want to see my beautiful boys #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #john soap mactavish #even makarov #call of duty modern warfare 2009 #not the reboot #call of duty #fanfiction

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yehawww am i right

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#DadSwap by Twitter user Adonyne

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Simon “Ghost” Riley: SFW & NSFW Head-canons

▄︻デG̷h̷o̷s̷t̷══━一

꧁༺ֆʄա༻꧂ ❣ You wouldn’t exactly call Ghost a “perfect lover” and he knows that. He knows he has flaws and scars that he can never improve but once he lets you in enough to trust you...you will always be someone worth protecting to him. ❣ Ghost doesn’t mind being the one doing the chores around the house. He’s quite a sufficient cleaner and he will insist on doing the laundry or cleaning the dishes for you when he’s home. ❣ Ghost isn’t a huge animal person and would prefer not attaching himself to something as innocent as a dog or cat. You would make things difficult if you bring home a stray cat you found off the street, begging him to keep it. How can he say no to you if it’s something that makes you happy? ❣ He doesn’t really have much of a fashion style, his clothes mostly only containing faded jeans, leather jackets, boots, and tight fitting t-shirts...with the occasional hoodies thrown in there as well. The style suits him, though, no complaints there. ❣ Yes, Ghost is naturally blonde, but he likes to dye his hair very, very blonde. He might needs help reaching the roots up top so make sure to grab a stool the next time he lets you dye his hair. ❣ Ghost does have tattoos but he doesn’t have as many tattoos as you would think. He has his tattoo sleeve and that’s it. Perhaps you can convince him to go with you to get some...he’ll offer to hold your hand through the whole process since he doesn’t like seeing you in pain. ❣ You’re not the only one who gets nightmares...Ghost gets them often. He rarely gets any sleep in general but when the terrors are bad...he won’t catch a wink. You’ll have to wake him up gently and he’ll allow you to hold him close. He won’t cry but he’ll hold on tight to you like his life depends on it. ꧁༺ռֆʄա༻꧂ 😈 Ghost isn’t one to get caught up in necessary relationships with people, he finds them problematic...until he met you. His once died out sex drive turned into something monstrous when he finally had you. 😈 This man is dominant through and through...and he won’t let you forget it. “You think it’s wise to talk back to me like that, love? You’ll learn to ‘old your tongue when talkin’ to me.” Shiverssss. 😈 Ghost’s sex drive is out of the world. Every time he comes home to you from a mission or even just at work, he wants you. He needs you...whether that would be on your knees in front of him or bent over his desk as he rails the shit out of you until he’s satisfied. 😈 This man’s hands are huge. He knows how weak his hands make you whether he’s choking you or with his fingers knuckle deep inside of your pussy. “Look how pathetic you are, love. Writhin’ on my fingers and tryin’ to pull away...you think I’m goin’ to let you?” It doesn’t help that his face is always twisted in a smirk or that he always has a smug look on his face.  😈 About 90% of the time, Ghost prefers rough sex as he finds it to be his way of releasing all the pent up emotions from the struggle of his job but you don’t mind being used by him. He makes up for it afterwards with loving aftercare. “I’m sorry I went so rough on ya, love.” He would touch the marks and bruises he left on you and sometimes leave tender kisses. 😈 His favorite positions are definitely doggy or missionary, even though they’re fairly basic. When he’s in his rough mood, that’s when he likes to go doggy so he can pull back on your hair, press your face onto any surface, or abuse your ass with his hands. When he’s feeling on the softer side, he will tend to turn to doing missionary so he can watch your face twist in pleasure as he fucking you gently but deeply. 😈 Ghost has turned into a bit of an exhibitionist since meeting you. At first, he was totally against doing sexual things in public with you with the risk of getting caught by fellow comrades or even his captain...but you managed to talk him into it after giving him a blowjob in Price’s office. “You...dirty lil’ slut. Suckin’ my cock in your captain’s office. What will he say if he caught us like this?” Not like you fucking cared.

#simon riley imagine #ghost #ghost call of duty #simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost headcanons #simon riley headcanons #ghost x you #sfw #nsfw

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Not happy with how he turned out, but on well. My take on Cowboy Riley.

YA'LL

At the rate this is blowing up, I'll need to draw more of him...

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König

SFW & NSFW Headcanons

▄︻デK̷ö̷n̷i̷g̷══━一 ꧁𓊈𒆜🆂🅵🆆𒆜𓊉꧂ ☻ König likes to cook when he can and he’s good at it. He is always on the move and doesn’t get to eat the greatest meals while on deployment. ☻ He’s also fairly good at problem solving. During downtime, König likes to do puzzles but he was suggested to frame them once he was done. He loves it. ☻ Knowing that he’s the tallest out of his squad, he doesn’t get upset when people ask him to reach for things on the top shelf. He likes being helpful. Depending on whether how comfortable he is with people, he can be a comforting giant. ☻ EXTREMELY TOUCH DEPRIVED. This man hasn’t been hugged in so long so he doesn’t exactly remember how to do it but when someone hugs him for the first time...he just might cry. Might. ☻ König is extremely protective of his teammates. It’s just in his nature to protect and he will do it to the fullest even if it would cause him harm in the end. ꧁𓊈𒆜🅽🆂🅵🆆𒆜𓊉꧂ ☻ You wouldn’t think it but König is 100% a switch. He isn’t too experienced in sex but he will learn how to please you and he will do it like the good boy he is. ☻ This man is too good with his hands. His favorite thing to do is watch you writhe underneath or on top of him as he fucks you full with his fingers. He won’t stop until you can’t cum anymore. “Das ist es, you’re taking it so well.” ☻ His favorite positions are Face Off or Iron Chef. They’re extremely intimate and personal which is what König prefers. He likes to watch your face twist in pleasure while you moan his name and he gets to watch his cock move in and out of you. ☻ If you’re needy for him, König will comply with your needs because that’s just what he does. Whenever you need him, he’s right there to satisfy you. ☻ This man loves to leave love bites all over your body. König likes to let others know you’re his so he won’t bother to hide many of his bite marks on your body. Even if you scold him for such an embarrassing thing, it won’t stop him so good luck. ☻ Not only is König good with his hands, this man knows how to do oral. He can stay in between your thighs forever if it were possible. “I just can’t get enough of this pussy, Meine Liebe.” ☻ For naturally being a quiet man, König is quite the opposite when he’s fucking you. He won’t hold his voice back and he expects you to let your voice out along with him. “Don’t hold back, Meine Liebe, I want to hear how good I make you feel.” ☻ König usually prefers intimate a sex but after being apart from you for too long, this man is feral. It won’t even take him more than a minute to have you completely naked and on the bed before he’s sucking on your clit with his fingers knuckle deep in your weeping cunt. “I need this pussy nice and wet for me before I fuck you open with my cock. I’m not holding back tonight.”

#könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig headcanons #könig imagine #könig x reader #könig smut #könig

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LEWIS

hands… hands… hands

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this picture has been circling around my brain like a lazy river for the past 24 hours

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Every group got

• Sensible • Dumbass • Homosexual • Dork •

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Eddie Munson trivia (insp)

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#He’s the big brother she deserved

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PEDRO PASCAL Takes the Stage at Star Wars Celebration LIVE! +

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me: s

my phone: steven grant? is that what you want???? what, steven grant on tumblr???! on twitter?!?! on fucking ao3??? Google?? where? WHERE could you possibly want to see him now? we get it, you LOVE steven grant,.,. he’s your favorite character ever, he goes ‘hiya’ and 'laters gators’. you’d DIE fOr hiM, but don’t you think it’s time you thought of something else???? uni?!? your future?????? YOU CAN THINK ABOUT LITERALLY ANYTHI—

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Sneak Peek: “Paint It Red”

Steven Grant x f!reader 

A/N: Okay, hear me out. I had this thought in the middle of the night after the season finale on Wednesday. Steven literally owns my heart with his gentleness and sweetness...but I feel like he can be so much more. So I came up with this idea. I’m not sure if I want to make this a mini series but I decided to kind of play around with it and see what people think. While this is going to be a Steven Grant x reader, this will be written more from Steven’s point of view rather than the reader’s but that will change if I decide to go through with the story. It’s a rather long sneak peek of what I imagined but let me know if you would like to be tagged if I decide to make this a series! ���️

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: T+ (for now) little language, use of weapons, blood, little alcohol consumption, sexual innuendos, and Steven Grant in the Mr. Knight suit~

Note: Marc’s dialogue will be in italics while Khonshu’s is in bold~

Also, I know very little about DID and do not want to degrade it in any way, shape, or form. I know the representation of it in Moon Knight is exaggerated in some places but I have major respect for it. For that reason, I am basing a lot of this from the show itself but if I misinterpret the disorder in any way, I will be more than happy to get some constructive criticism on the matter, respectfully.

Steven wasn’t used to these type of events. He would much rather spend a Saturday evening in his flat, reading a book on the significance of game theory than having to socialize with the snobs of society. Marc insisted that Steven go to this fundraising gala in London to see if they could get into contact with a murderer on the loose. They were well known for the many deaths of politicians and public advocates who say they are doing things for the well being of the people, when in reality, it’s all bullshit. Marc knew that most of these punishments inflicted on the elite were well deserved but they couldn’t have a Robin Hood with low morals running around and killing whoever they please.

“Marc, I look absolutely ridiculous in this get up. Why must I be the one to go to this event when it was your idea? I’m not well sorted out for this kind of thing.” Steven sits in the back of the limo, trying to adjust his bow tie in the small, rear view mirror. His usually unruly curls were swept back to bring out his well-defined features.

“Wrong, you’re more than capable of playing a little dress up. You will blend in better than I can. I don’t have a British accent.” Marc’s voice speaks to Steven. The man looks at Marc through the small reflection in a champagne glass to his side, an exasperated sigh slipping through his lips. The car pulls up to the brightly lit venue, people crawling through the entrance in their elegant gowns and neat suits. Steven takes another deep breath, adjusting himself as he could feel the perspiration gather on his forehead. “Hey, don’t worry, buddy. You got this. We’ll be with you the entire step of the way.” 

“By we, you mean you and Khonshu, right? Don’t think I would like to take any advice from the dead pigeon on how to act normal at a high class event.” Steven growls as the door was opened for him and he stops talking. His feet plant on the concrete side walk, his hands fidgeting with the buttons on his suit. The matter felt suddenly overwhelming and the thought to just climb back in the car and go home was heavy on Steven’s mind. “Okay, Steven, just act casual. This better be worth all my trouble.”

Orchestra music greets Steven as he walks into the building, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that lead into the main ballroom. The guests were nearly overflowing the place and the lack of boundaries made Steven paranoid. A hostess waits close to the entrance of the ballroom, collecting the invitation slips from the guests. Steven swallows as he starts to instantly check his pockets for the slip of paper that Marc specifically told him not to forget. “Invitation, sir?” the hostess asks Steven as he approaches her and he just emits a nervous chuckle, searching his pockets. “Yes, yes. It’s, um, in here somewhere.”

“Inside pocket of your jacket, numskull.” Marc’s voice rings in Steven’s ears and he remembers. He reaches a hand inside his suit and pulls out the invitation. “Sorry ‘bout that. Here you are, cheers.” Steven hands it to her quickly before walking inside. He releases the breathe he has been holding and looks around the ballroom. “That could’ve ended up much worse. Now, who am I looking for?” Steven starts to look around to see if Marc points anyone out but he didn’t hear a word. “I’ll take your silence as reassuring.” the sarcastic response comes out of Steven’s mouth, deciding to go for a glass of champagne while he waits for something to happen.

The next twenty minutes were torture for Steven as he waits for something to happen. He was already on his third glass of champagne, sitting alone at a table while watching people dance. He couldn’t remember the last time he had danced with anyone. Did he even go to prom? Steven sighs into the delicate champagne glass, the cool liquid suddenly burning his throat enough to make his body feel warm. He was so focused on his thoughts that he didn’t notice the woman in the red dress walk in front of him until Marc’s unpleasant voice makes Steven snap out of it. “There! It’s her. Khonshu senses it too.” Steven’s brows furrow as he turns to the woman in red, ascending her way up the marble steps to the balcony hanging over the crowd. “Move your ass, Steven! We can’t lose her!”

Steven nearly falls forward as he gets up onto his feet and shuffles his way through the crowd of people. “Pardon me, ‘cuse me,” he mutters to the people, “I’m sorry.” Steven manages to get out of the crowd and climb up the steep stairs onto the next level. He was slightly out of breathe, his brown eyes looking for the woman he was told to follow. “Where did she go?” Steven picks up the pace, hesitating to whether he should ask a passing couple if they’ve seen the woman in red. Luckily, Steven caught a glance of the familiar maroon color when passing by a separate room off the hall. The door wasn’t closed all the way but he could see through the crack when he got closer.

The woman was standing in the middle of the room, a man standing in front of her but Steven couldn’t catch a glance of his face. Before anything else could happen, the man falls over onto the ground with his hand over his neck. Blood starts to seep through his fingers and onto the marble floor under him. Steven gasps but quickly covers his mouth, hoping she didn’t hear him. The click of the woman’s heels rings in Steven’s ears and he can see her crouch down to the dying man’s level. “I hope you rot in hell, you bastard.” she whispers, her comment threatening but yet so menacingly gentle. The man tries to speak but without the capability to, the life leaves his eyes and his body goes limp on the floor. The woman leans forward to kiss the man’s cheek, staining it red with her lipstick. She stands up with her back still turned to the door, seemingly unaware of Steven’s presence. 

“Summon the suit.” Khonshu’s voice speaks and Steven turns to see the god hovering above him. The man removes his hand from his mouth while trying to not freak out at what he just witnessed. “Are you out of your flipping mind? I’m not going in there. She’ll kill me!” Steven whispers harshly and stands up straight. “I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Marc. I’m out.” Khonshu continues to stand there while looking down at his avatar’s alter. He sighs before pointing his staff at Steven. “I would advise you to do as I say. No harm will come to you but I need you to trust that me and Marc know what we’re doing. Summon the suit and just go in there. With the disguise, she won’t know your true identity.” Steven’s lips tighten, his eyes back to the door with the unknown woman on the other side. “Alright, fine. She better not kill me.” Khonshu nods his head before disappearing. Steven sucks in a breath before he summons the suit, his body instantly covered in white and his face covered with the mask. He didn’t know why but the security of the suit made him feel a bit better as he walks in through the door.

At this point, Steven had still gone unnoticed as the woman cleans her knife but a slight sound behind her makes her transition around with a gun in hand. She doesn’t shoot but Steven immediately lifts his hands in surrender. “Woah, easy there, love. Don’t shoot.” The woman lifts a brow before a smirk lifts her firm expression but the gun doesn’t lower. “I suppose you just saw me kill this man. Couldn’t even bother to mind your own damn business.” Steven clears his throat with his hands slightly lowering while approaching the woman. The click of the hammer makes the man in the white suit stop abruptly. “I...I don’t mean you any harm, ma’am. Look, nothing on me.” He lifts his arms and pats his body down to show her directly. The woman walks closer but presses the gun to his chest. “Oh, oh, yeah.” Steven lifts his hands back up completely, swallowing his rising panic back down into his stomach. Her hands trail around him, feeling for anything unusual.

She sighs and stops pointing the gun at Steven and stuffs it back behind her dress. The woman felt the metal rods stuffed behind Steven’s back and she looks up at him with a raise of a brow. She pulls them out suddenly and holds them against his neck. “And what do you suppose these are?” Steven grunts as they were pressed into his neck. “Look, I forgot I had them, alright? I promise you.” The woman could see she was making the man in the suit nervous so she tosses the rods aside. They roll along the floor and were out of sight now. “You going to ask me to dance?” 

The question the woman asks initially shocks Steven but the voice inside him repeating to “play it cool” has him nodding. “Yes, actually. I happened to see you and I thought asking you to dance seemed appropriate but this guy beat me to it.” Steven points down to the body on the ground and it makes the woman chuckle. There was a gap of silence between the two, Steven panicking on the inside that she would try and kill him after being found out. “I like you.” Wasn’t expecting that response. “Sure, let’s dance.”

The woman approaches Steven and takes his right gloved hand, placing it on her waist. That motion makes Steven tense up but he doesn’t make any sort of sudden moves. The woman grasps his other hand with a smile on her face as the orchestra ends their song, another one starting up after it. “Have you actually danced before, stranger?” She asks him, taking the first step and Steven following suit. “Not exactly.” The music fills the small room as the two strangers dance together with their eyes locked on each other. The woman chuckles again, not caring that she was leading the dance. She found this oddly dressed man to be quite adorable but that only raised her suspicions more. “Are you going to tell me your name?” Steven felt his heart squeeze so a subtle shake of his head makes the woman hum in slight disappointment. “Fair enough, I suppose.”

The dance was both elegant and awkward as Steven didn’t know what to say to the woman. “Just keep her occupied. See if she can share anything with you.” Steven glances behind the woman to see Khonshu just casually standing there. She seemed to notice Steven’s moment of distraction and she looks over her shoulder to see no one there. “Oh, sorry, I was, uh, admiring the view.” Steven makes up the excuse quick, the city lights twinkling in the contrast of the night sky. The woman hums in agreement, no more words exchanged between the two of them as the dance continues on.

Steven tries to get a little more creative and he brings the woman down into a dip. “So, are you going to tell me your name? I figured since you asked, I should make the effort to ask as well.” His hand gently grazes her side and he could tell that caught her interest. He makes a mental note of that, his hand moving down from her waist to her thigh and slowly lifts it up to wrap around his hip. “That’s confidential information.” The woman’s mouth falls open as Steven keeps them in that held position as they gaze into each other. Steven pulls her up slowly but her leg doesn’t move. Instead, the woman’s bare arms move to wrap around Steven’s neck and keep their bodies pressed into each other. 

The tension was building up significantly that Steven swore he could hear Marc groan in annoyance. “For a first time dancer, you’re rather good.” The woman comments, her voice a little breathy as their bodies were both getting a little flushed. “T-thank you.” Steven replies as he spins her around so that her back presses against his chest. His heart was beating strongly against his rib cage that there was no way the woman couldn’t feel it. Her hands were gently grazing over his broad shoulders and his were placed firmly on her waist.

The song ends, bringing the pair to a stop but they don’t pull away from each other. The woman’s smile retracts and she turns around to face him even if she couldn’t visibly see his face. She slowly takes the bottom of Steven’s mask and lifting it enough to see his nose and mouth. “So that’s your skin tone...” the woman whispers as her fingertips gently brush against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. She chuckles hotly before she leans forward so her lips were hovering Steven’s. She could tell he was getting a little impatient, his own teasing game becoming torture for him. His pathetic whimpers were enough for the woman to place a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling back from him completely. Steven’s eyes open and he reaches out to her in protest but she just smirks while backing up slowly to the windows. “I look forward to our next meeting, Mr. Knight.” She teases before breaking the window and jumping out of it onto the ledge.

Steven stands shocked before he runs over to the broken window and looks out to find the mysterious woman gone and out of sights. He groans in disappointment. “I didn’t even catch her name.” The wind howls along with the sounds of cars driving by that made the woman’s disappearance all the more exhilarating. Steven steps away from the broken window and goes to pick up his rods off the ground.

“How the hell did she know your cover name when we don’t even know who the hell she is? This can’t be good if she already has a hint of who we are!” Marc starts to panic while pacing in the mirror’s reflection. “Get a grip, Steven. She’s a murderer. You can’t be falling for a killer when we’re meant to stop her.” Marc’s annoyed voice echoes and Steven looks to the reflection on the wall to see his alter standing there with a stern gaze. “I’m not in love...I’m just curious is all. This was your bloody idea. I was just playing along.”

Marc rolls his eyes while muttering a ‘yeah, yeah’, knowing that he wasn’t just playing along. Steven sighs as he looks down at the dead body. “Better call this in.” he mumbles while searching his pockets for his phone. Instead of finding his phone, a piece of paper is felt through the fabric of his suit and he pulls it out to see the note.

I like you, stranger. Take me out for a drink sometime. I would love to know more about you. ~Yours Truly <3

Steven couldn’t help at the smile on his face at reading the note. “Well, fancy that. Might’ve just gotten ourselves a ticket into learning more about our infamous killer’s motives. You’re welcome.” Marc scoffs at Steven’s remark. “Doesn’t mean that this is a good idea! Don’t trust that woman one bit. Maybe I should take over from here.” Steven turns fully around to face Marc in the mirror with a shake of his finger. “I think it’s best you continue to leave this case to me. I’ll bring her in. Besides, nothing in this note pertains to her liking you, mate. I can handle it just fine.” Steven moves to walk out of the room, decided against calling in the police for the dead body. Khonshu stands in the room now alone with the deceased, watching after Steven. “The idiot has been charmed.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! It’s been a rather long time since I’ve written anything at all so it might a little rusty and rushed in some places, but it is only a sneak peek of an idea. Again, if I get enough likes for this potential series, let me know if you would like to be tagged for future updates! 💕

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and then he would take us out on a date <3

“I’m really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have.”

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