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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 1 year

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Cod X male reader !! Mabye the characters scolding the male reader and the male reader has bad memories from childhood and the scolding triggered their truamas and the male reader tries to avoid COD characters

[A/n:Ooo this one is interesting. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:they scold you causing you to remember bad memories from your childhood

Type:short scenarios: Valeria X M!Reader: König X M!Reader: Woods X M!Reader: Gaz X M!Reader: Ghost X M!Reader

Version:Mw2, Cold War

Woods

He didn't mean to be to hard on you, you were just not paying attention and almost got killed. He was scared. Woods did everything he could to protect you and you still just didn't listen, he had to scold you. But now he's regretting it. Adler was the one who noticed, he seen how you would nervously look at woods and then look away quickly like a scared child, how you would make sure he wasn't talking to you and did your best to hide yourself from him. When woods noticed he felt horrible, and tried his best to talk to you but it was hard. When he finally learned why he corner you to apologize, he had to or he'd never live it down and feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Valerie

She's hard on people, everyone knows this. She isn't nice, or caring towards people. Of course you were at expectation, in private of course but still everyone could tell she was nicer to you and cared more about you, until she scolded you about something small. She didn't notice, like woods. And it wasn't until you wouldn't come to bed, she waited and waited for what felt like an eternity but you never came. She finally got you down to her office to talk to you and she could see how you struggled at first, this was the first time she was genuinely patient with someone. Valerie let you calm down then talk, then she felt like shit. First she didn't notice her own boyfriend feels upset and scared of her and now she's realizing she made you have to remember bad childhood memories? She felt horrible and made sure to make it up to you.

Gaz

Now Gaz isn't one to yell at people, or scold, just anything like that in general. It's usually Price. But Gaz was scared and worried and it just it happened because you were being reckless, yes, Gaz loves you, but God you scare him sometimes. After he had scolded you he went straight to his room to calm down and if price can notice that Gaz is upset, he can notice you too. While Price was taking to Gaz you were no where to be seen, which would have worried Gaz but he currently was focused on Price and his emotions. After Price was done talking Gaz sent out to find you, but he couldn't find you. It wouldn't have worried him if soap didn't run up to him asking where you were. Now the fear hit him. He spent the whole time looking high and low for his beloved boyfriend worried something happened to him. When he found you, he crushed you in a hug, apologizing. He didn't let you talk more focused on getting his apologize out there. He never found out about your past due to his apologizing.

König

He felt bad a second after he scolded you. You wouldn't even get a chance to leave as the bad memories flooded your head, König pulled you into a hug directly after and apologized for scolding you and how he was just scared. He could tell you were still upset and you explained how you can take time away from but he needs you to know that he's sorry, he really is, he'd be upset too if someone scolded him like a child. If you did avoid him after his apologize, it'd hurt him but he wouldn't try and stop you. Instead watching you from afar sadly until you came back to him.

Ghost

Now Ghost he's done some scolding and he never feels bad for the person be scolded. Same goes for you. He wouldn't scold someone for no reason, so he'd just watch you avoid him and honestly he'd probably make it worst. Mainly because he'd think your only avoiding him because he scolded you, not because of the past. So eventually he'd corner you and tell you that you shouldn't avoid him because of a little scolding and to get over it since it wasn't a harsh scolding. Which might make the simulation worst. Soap would came to Ghost a few minutes later, pissed off. Soap would process to yell at Ghost in his heavy Scottish accent about how bad he hurt you and accidentally say why Ghost hurt you so bad. And no soap wouldn't let him talk. Ghost would wait for you to finally come around him so he can apologize.

[A/n:sorry Königs is so short. I hope you enjoyed]

#cod könig #cod ghost #cod gaz #valeria cod #cod woods #cod cold war #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod x male reader #cod cw #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #call of duty cold war #mw2 headcanons #mwah

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 4 months

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'Aren't ya supposed to kiss under the mistletoe, love?'

Mistletoe Mancandy series: Frank Woods

-I should be caged-

I was thinking about doing a whole series with all the models I have... I might even make the women too. Thoughts?

#frank woods #cod woods #call of duty black ops #call of duty

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illusivesoulgaming · 6 months

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"No response from Weaver. We gotta move. Stay sharp, Mason"

COD BO1 Gifs and Edits

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siilvan · 7 months

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stray

characters: frank woods

summary: you meet a strange man at a bar and wake up in his bed.

genre: fluff, fem!reader (no desc.)

warnings: semi-proofread, light cursing, couple suggestive moments, mentions of drinking, reader's a bit awkward ngl, frank's a gentleman in his own way <3, please dear god i am praying he isn’t ooc 😭

word count: 1.7k

note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @froggi-mushroom!!! You knew this was coming, but I hope you enjoy this fluffy little thing that I whipped up for your actual real husband, Mr. Frank Woods 🥰🫶

(ngl i'm adding the cold war cast to my list after this)

truthfully, you didn't plan on drinking so much. you just wanted to swing by the bar after a long day and relax, but those plans were almost immediately abandoned after the stranger sitting on the stool next to you decided to strike up a conversation.

dark-haired and handsome, with a gruff voice and curtness to match, you think he's going to deliver some half-assed pickup line in an attempt to get you into his bed. he's lively, though; animated as he spins you a tale about some grand adventure that he claims he heard "from a friend" despite the passion behind his storytelling implying otherwise.

throughout the conversation, you learn his name: frank woods.

"just woods to my friends," he claims.

the rest of the night is a blur of cheap alcohol and his company— you can't recall the last time you've talked to someone, much less a stranger, for so long, but after he graciously paid your tab, you found yourself in the alley behind the bar, your body pinned between his and the brick wall.

his kiss tastes like whiskey and cigarettes, his touch leaving a warmth that licks up your spine like a fire. you feel dizzy, knees threatening to buckle under the intensity of him, held upright only by his strong arms wrapped around you.

not once does he suggest taking you home, even as he mutters generous praise against your parted lips.

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when you wake up, the first thing you notice is the splitting headache that forces you to squint at the ceiling. you grumble and moan at the pain and bury your face in your pillow, blocking out the dim light that floods in through the half-opened blinds.

the second thing you notice is the mattress feeling different under you. it's fluffier, less worn with use. you shift, forcing one eye open and giving the bed a cursory glance.

that brings you to the third thing, and the one that sends a cold wave of panic coursing through your veins. this isn't your bed. you force yourself to sit up and take in your surroundings.

the bedroom you're in is scarcely decorated. the walls are bare, save for a couple old posters scattered about, the furniture is meticulously cleaned, and the scent of fresh linen fills your lungs. the only evidence of someone actually living in this space is the framed photo on the bedside table. you faintly recognize frank in the picture, with another man – a brunet with a strong build, roughly the same height as him – at his side.

did you go home with him? after the bar, everything seems to lump together in your memory.

you look down at yourself, still wearing last night's clothes. you don't remember sleeping with him, but you hardly remember anything at all through the brain fog. with a sigh, you stand on unsteady legs still recovering from sleeping like the dead and stumble out the door. a short hallway leads into a small living room, where you search for any sign of the man of the hour.

a soft snore brings your attention to the sofa. when your eyes land on frank, laying on his back with a throw blanket draped across his legs, half of the fabric falling off the cushions, you have to stifle a laugh. slowly, you step near the sofa and fix the throw, scooping it up off the floor and laying it out properly, the edges of your lips twitching up at the contented sigh that escapes from him.

in a twist of fate and uncharacteristically bold decisions, you've found yourself in a stranger's apartment, standing over him while he sleeps.

"do you always watch people sleep?"

you jolt at his voice, low and hoarse as he breathes out the question, startling you out of your daze. his eyes crack open shortly after, pale irises immediately finding you before dragging over your form, unhurried as he blinks away the lingering somnolence.

"uh, no— i don't," you mutter, clearing your throat. "sorry." you add a second later, suddenly feeling small under his scrutiny.

frank chuckles, averting his gaze as he sits up, the blanket that you just laid out sliding off his upper half and folding in his lap. "don't worry about it, heard you come in." he says, waving off your apology. "assuming you were looking for me."

you nod, staring with a little too much interest as he stands from the sofa and stretches, the hem of his undershirt riding up and exposing a sliver of his well-toned abdomen that you gawk at, until his arms drop and your eyes flick back up to his.

"you hungry?" he asks, earning another nod and affirmative hum from you in response. you follow him to the small kitchen and sit at the table after he pulls one of the chairs out and motions for you to sit. you let your chin rest on your palm, absentmindedly watching him gather ingredients – that you were surprised to see, based on how empty his fridge and cabinets appeared to be – and start to cook, his back to you.

your unoccupied hand rests on the tabletop, nails lightly tapping against the surface. a couple minutes of silence pass by before you break it.

"do you do this often?" you joke, shoulders dropping as another soft chuckle leaves him.

"what, have breakfast?" he replies, dripping with sarcasm, sending you a glance over his shoulder.

you puff out a laugh and sit up straight. "bring women home from bars," you remark in yet another moment of uncharacteristic boldness. "i don't mean to pry, but... you seem pretty comfortable with having a stranger in your home." you continue with a shrug.

frank turns to face you fully, a more somber emotion that you can't quite place briefly crossing his face before his neutral expression returns. "you up for coffee?" he brushes past the question with one of his own, spinning on his heel and moving to start a pot of coffee before you even get the chance to answer.

fuck, you definitely just overstepped.

after delivering a mental kick to yourself, you shift in your seat and wrack your brain for a new topic. anything to pull you from your pit of embarrassment. frank beats you to the punch, though.

"i usually go to bars to drink, not meet people," he says, grabbing two mismatched mugs from one of the cabinets. "you're the first person i've talked to, much less invited to stay over." he adds with an amused huff, mumbling out the last bit. you idly stare at the back of his head while he plates the food— that you want to say is an omelette, but the faint burning smell that wafts from the stove, as well as the sheer volume of dishes that he somehow dirtied in such a short span of time, makes you doubt that.

he saunters to the table with a plate and one of the mugs, regarding you with an easy smile as he sets them down in front of you. contrary to what you saw and smelled, the omelette looks...

amazing, actually. if you didn't know better, you'd think it was prepared by a professional. your eyes narrow then widen, confusion evident in your expression, and you're fairly sure an audible "wow" escapes from you.

"surprised?" he teases, sitting across from you, meeting your gaze over the rim of his mug.

you concede and slowly nod your head after a beat. "i wasn't expecting you to be such a good cook."

"yeah, save the compliments 'til after you try it." he replies, silently urging you to eat.

the first bite is even better than you expected, a soft and, frankly, slightly too pleased, moan leaving your lips. frank watches you with a satisfied grin hidden behind another casual sip of his coffee.

you let yourself unwind and enjoy the meal, the lingering thoughts about how you're sitting hungover at a near-stranger's table, chatting and joking around like you're friends, melting away as the minutes of conversation and laughter tick by.

after frank makes an offhand comment about "his bed treating you well," however, you recall the question that's been on your mind since you woke up.

"did we, uh…" you trail off, suddenly struggling to find your voice as you set your fork down. after a deep breath, you manage to force the words out. "did we sleep together?"

he just stares at you for a moment, letting a horrible feeling of unease bubble up somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach. finally, he sets his mug down and leans forward, speaking in a low voice that brings back memories of last night. "do you really think i'd settle for the couch if we had?" he asks.

you blink, worrying the inside of your cheek, but relaxing nonetheless at the confirmation. before you can make any sort of comment, he continues. "you were drunk, i didn't want to send you home alone. never know what kind of creeps are hanging around the streets," he mutters the last part to himself, briefly pulling his gaze from you. "figured you'd be safest where i could keep an eye on you— no offense, i'm sure you can handle yourself just fine, but i wanted to make sure you were safe 'til you could get back on your feet."

a warmth washes over you, reminding you, again, of last night. his touch, the lingering heat under your skin, the head-spinning sensation of his lips and hands on you, the gravelly praise uttered between searing kisses.

and yet, he was a complete gentleman after all of that. you're not sure what means more to you.

"good, because i'd definitely want to remember if we did." you smile, reveling in the shock that flashes across his face.

frank seems to recover quickly, though, a lopsided grin appearing to replace the shock as he tilts back in his seat. "we still have time for that." he says, a subtle challenge. your gaze narrows and you lean forward, pressing your hands flat against the table’s surface.

"so, it's a date, then?"

he sends a quick glance to the clock on the wall nearby. when he looks back at you, it's with the same look he had when he paid your tab at the bar: charmingly cocky.

"we'll skip the drinks after dinner."

#call of duty #cod #black ops cold war #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #frank woods x reader #woods x reader #frank woods #cod woods #sylph.writes

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eccentrcks · 9 months

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Roasting Woods for @frank-woods-wife

It’s so long that I had to use collages 🥲

#cod cold war #cod bo cold war #cod black ops cold war #call of duty black ops cold war #character ai #cod woods #frank woods

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writer-of-various · 1 year

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Woods: Remember when we were legends?

Mason: Remember everyone calling me puppy?

Adler: Remember me being everyone's favorite?

Woods: Fuck off, man.

#cod cold war #cod woods #cod mason #cod adler #cod incorrect quotes #these bois are legends #not u adler

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thefanfictioncorner-blog · 2 years

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The question is: fanfic worthy, yes or no? (9)

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whisperingexecutioner · 1 year

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E n e m i e s

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lunarduty · 3 months

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𝙋𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙐𝙀

☾ how the cod men eat pussy. 141 + ALEJANDRO + RUDY + GRAVES + FRANK X F!READER TAGS | nsfw. smut. oral (female receiving). female reader. WC | 1,029

JOHN PRICE is patient, methodical, and just a little bit sadistic - a recipe for a man who will eat you out slowly and thoroughly and string you along until he decides you deserve to cum. he’s relentless and a quick learner, and will go out of his way to learn every single way to wind you up and make you needy on his tongue. his sadism comes through when you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm - teasing you about cumming so quickly, but ultimately forcing you over with a quirk of his fingers because john can never deny you anything. he likes to watch you fall apart. takes a selfish pleasure in hearing his own name tumble from your lips.

GAZ eats you out like he’s starving. intent on satisfying his needs and yours. he’s usually pretty sweet and gentle about it - paying compliments whenever he can, telling you how pretty you sound, proud that you’re falling apart so fucking easily. gaz does have a habit of withdrawing just a little when things get intense and he’s really trying to make you cum. he takes his missions very seriously and would wholly focus on finding the right rhythm of tongue and fingers. moans alongside you when you finally cum, and he always watches when you do. for gaz, there’s very little else he loves than watching your body keen on his tongue.

SOAP knows his way around a pussy. pretty experienced, and yet, he loves the thrill of learning new tricks that make you breathe out his name like a prayer. he’s very touchy - kissing your thighs, gripping your hips, letting his breath waft over your clit without actually touching you. soap likes to wind you up for the sole purpose of making you desperate - he likes it when you rock up against his face. craving more of him and seeking out what you want and soap fully lets you ride his tongue, groaning out praise as you do so. he can get a little carried away, and you’ll probably have some bruises on your hips in the morning. definitely french kisses you afterwards, making it a point to let you know just how fucking good you taste.

GHOST has the tendency to get too serious when going down on you. he mainly just tries to give it his all, wanting you to enjoy yourself. he goes quiet in the beginning but it isn’t long until ghost fully lets his walls down. groaning against your pussy, cock throbbing in his pants when your thighs lock around his head, and he gets kinda pussy drunk. you can pull at his hair, suffocate him between your thighs, moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear - he doesn’t care. not when you’re finally cumming on his fingers and ghost can’t help but remember how good you feel around his cock so he’s pulling himself away from you before you fully finish cumming and he’s tugging his pants down and…

ALEJANDRO is always very eager to eat you out any time you let him. loves getting nasty with it and making a huge mess on whatever surface he put you on. sitting on his face and riding his tongue is probably his most favorite - he just thinks there’s something very hot about having his hands on your waist, controlling the way you grind down against his mouth. and when you get close, it’s like alejandro does, too - gets very vocal to match your moans and loves to dirty talk because it always winds you up even more and you always look the most beautiful when you’re cumming with a hint of bashfulness on your face. you’ll cum hard and quick and alejandro will just keep going.

RUDOLFO is slow and sweet, taking his time to kiss every inch of skin and make sure the mood is perfect before finally giving you his mouth. asks you frequently if you’re enjoying it and has a surprisingly potent praise kink - rudy works even better when you tell him exactly how good he’s making you feel and how much you want him to make you cum. he absolutely lives for the little things, like your fingers curling into his hair or the breathless version of his name or the light squeeze of your thighs against his ears. he very purposefully builds up your orgasm at a gradual pace before letting it hit all at once - rudy is so sweet, but he gets a sick sort of pleasure from making you cum so hard, you don’t even realize he’s kissing you until you can taste yourself on his tongue.

GRAVES likes to brag that he can make you cum in under three minutes and it’s even worse knowing that he absolutely can. he gets almost aggressive in the way he eats you out - barely allowing you a break, constantly turning the tables on you, never letting you predict his next move. physical contact can soften him up though. caress his hair and face and you can convince him to slow down for a little bit, allowing himself a chance to just watch you ride his fingers. but fuck, graves loves the way you look and taste and he’ll tell you about every single detail between flicks of his tongue. his arrogance can get annoying, but when he makes you cum until you’re going blind, and then asks if he should keep going, it’s easy to forgive.

FRANK WOODS will eat you out in any way you want him to, just as long as he can - he’s not fuckin’ picky. he’ll always be wearing a cocky little grin when he gets you so completely lost, and will say something to the effect of turning you stupid. can and has used his whole arm to hold you down when he was feeling particularly cruel and you’re bucking your hips desperately. this is usually the time frank likes to mix things up, just to keep you on your toes - using a hint of teeth, adding another finger, groaning loudly against your clit. and after your orgasm, he’ll just keep pumping his fingers until you have to physically pull him off you.

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