#cod x oc

[ghouljams]

Me with regular Konig: baby boy. Baby. Let me pay him on the head and call him a good boy.

Me with fae! Konig: nasty. Nasty horrid man. Mangy alley cat. He has fleas all over. Give him a bath.

Me with Regency! Konig: Whore.

It's funny to me that Konig in the fae AU - as the "ultimate predator" - would have no reason to growl.

In the animal kingdom, an animal that growls wants to scare you away. An animal that doesn't growl wants to kill you.

Why alert your prey of your attack? Animals only really growl to scare away another animal instead of fighting it so they can conserve energy: Snakes hiss and rattle so they don't have to use up all their venom and be left vulnerable for another attack while they use valuable energy to produce more. Animals growl to scare predators away if they think they can't win the fight or don't want to get seriously wounded in the fight.

Konig would have no reason to doubt his ability to win a fight. Konig would have no reason to worry about conserving energy, he can find food easily. Konig would have no reason to fear being wounded because who could touch him?

And it makes sense that Konig wouldn't want to scare away those he wants gone, it's more efficient, easier, and more logical to kill them, that way they can't come back.

You know why he would growl? To impress a mate.

I mean, if he can't kill someone (however temporarily he'll let them live) lest he risk being banned again he can still make a show of it. Mate doesn't let him show how strong he is through his normal methods? Look, even these magical beings are scared of a measly little growl.

He would enjoy showboating I think too. How deep and rumbling his growl can be. Using his vocalisations to express other feelings as well.

You've also mentioned him enjoying the hunt with Libeling and stalking her without much noise but letting her be aware of his presence so she can feel at ease and he gets the thrill of the hunt. Which would tie into how he wants to respect her and wants her to see him and appreciate his strengths but not necessarily fear him too much.

I think it would be cute that during their first couple meetings Konig growls and Liebling of course assumes it's him throwing his weight around or trying to scare her and is upset. Whereas poor Konig is shellshocked because he didn't even mean to growl it just happened. For the first time in... Ever? Maybe?

He growled because he knows Liebling wouldn't like how else he deals with problems - why is he changing his behaviour for a human? He growled because he wanted to impress her - when was the last time he ever had to try to impress? He growled because for the first time in aeons he wants to communicate with another being - he's so used to wanting to maim and kill and hunt that he mistook the intense feelings as the same instincts he always had but were they something more?

Liebling, angry: Did you just growl at me?!

Konig, dumbfounded: did I just growl at you?

Just, Liebling angry at Konig while Konig is having an existential crisis.

Regency König is a WHORE.

Fae!König absolutely has no reason to growl. He has no reason to do a lot of things that he does in the modern age, he only does them because it helps him blend in. König has extremely weak magic, the man can use it but he's not adept wit it, he only taps because it helps him look more fae. He didn't growl until he met Liebling, because she considers it more polite than just ripping people to shreds.

König's natural noise is something more akin to clicking. Sort of like the Predator, but I also think of it like mandible clicks, something reverberating and distinctly inhuman. He's based off of a mammalian predators, but I don't think he made normal mammal sounds for a LONG time. Speech is sort of new to him, same with disguising himself. This is why he tends to lose control of his form when he's not paying attention to it(thank God for Liebling being a monster fucker).

You're dead on the money that König respects Liebling and wants her to see his power without fearing him. He has a huge amount of respect for her, not only because she's the only person that stands up to him, but also because she's incredibly smart and self sufficient. König loves how much she doesn't need him or want him, she has no desire for his power and so he has no issue giving it to her.

I think he growls for Liebling because he truly sees her as his better, as the one person that can match truly him. There are a lot of firsts from König in his relationship with Liebling, and a lot of confusing feelings that he's never really had before. Lust, sure, but love? Nope.

"Did you growl at me?" You try to fix the disbelieving glare on your face, your cup of tea half raised. König stares at you like he doesn't believe it either.

"Did I?" He asks, as if that will get him out of this.

He didn't mean to growl at you. The rumble in his throat had just slipped out. Something deep and aggressive had taken hold of him, something warm in the pit of his stomach. You eye him suspiciously, glaring over the rim of your cup. König can't offer an explanation. He hasn't made that sound before. There's no reason to warn anyone of his teeth, if they can see them it's already too late. But you...

You glance at the people passing by, enjoying the sunshine, the weather nice enough to sit outside your favorite bakery after work. Your lashes dust against your cheeks when you blink, your skin looking warmer for all the sunshine. You're close enough to see his teeth and yet you're not running scared. You've seen them, and you still sit across from him, still turn your attention away from him, your bare neck on display with all the trust in the world. You're so lovely.

The sound bubbles again, a reverberating growl in his throat that pitches down, attempting to escape lower. You glare at him from the corner of your eye and turn to face him.

"What?" You question, spit it like a swear as you set your cup down. König blinks, sits back in his seat, straightens to sit taller. He doesn't know. He has no reason to warn you of anything, no plans on eating you. He doesn't even growl at the fae unlucky enough to get caught in his claws. What threat could you possibly pose to him that he needs to warn you away? What energy does he need to conserve? His teeth don't run out of bite, his claws still rip and tear, he is as much the monster he always has been, and you are still small and soft comparatively.

"Nothing," He tells you, because truly there is nothing. He doesn't know what there might be to make him do this. "You're beautiful," he offers instead. Compliments always make you look away from him, and this time is no different. You press your hand against your cheek, leaning against the edge of the table and turning away from him. He can almost hear the blood rushing to your cheeks, feel the pout of your lips against his hand.

The sound settles lower now, rumbling in his chest pleasantly with the contraction of his lungs. It thrums through his vocal cords, and against his tongue, as soft as the curl of your fingers. You don't look at him this time, seem to try and twist further out of his view. Something sparking like recognition in your eyes. König tips his head to study you, brows drawing together.

Is it concern that flutters in his stomach? Is it aggression that clenches hot in his chest? Does he growl at you because you're so much greater a threat than he is?

"You're purring," You mumble, voice muffled by your hand, "it's embarrassing."

You say that, but all your lovely spider-silk tethers glow a pleasant gold, and König's heart beats a little faster.

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[milkywayhou]

Lick

I always imagine König as someone who wouldn't hesitate to licks your face like a dog hahah

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[alkern]

my bebe girl oc with ghosts boys

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[libbyrequiresescapism]

*not my oc*

more doodlesss ✌️✌️

they’re so easy and wholesome to draw. i love them 🥺🥺

also canon kiss is coming soon and i'm so excited 🤸‍♀️✨✨

@sleepyconfusedpotato

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[ivoovu]

Okay here‘s the promised list of German nicknames.

Feel free to Tag other German speaking characters if you repost , I could only think of König at the moment.

Masculine words will be in blue, feminine in red. Gender neutral in green. I also put a few swear words and general German language rules at the end, including why talking in gender neutral is impossible in German. I tried to explain everything as simply as I can.

And while I‘m at it, let me put it out that, even if it‘s super obvious, you can mix up the nicknames, so even if you have a fem reader you can use fem AND gn nicknames. It may be obvious but I still wanted to point it out.

12/12/23: I‘m gonna update this, re-word some things and add other nicknames, just so you know

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my (be)loved : mein liebster / meine liebste

my love/my dear : meine Liebe / mein Liebling

(however, if you were to say for example : „my dear y/n” the German translation would be : „mein lieber y/n / meine liebe y/n”)

In the same sense, "The Love of my life" would be: Die Liebe meines Lebens , even if the reader is masc. or fem. It‘s confusing, I know.

my treasure (a very German nickname) (and to a certain degree it means 'dear' as well) (you can also use it for 'honey'): mein Schatz. You can also use just 'Schatz', e.g. : „Schatz, kannst du das für mich holen?” (translation: "Dear/Honey, could you get this for me?")

baby (yea Germans use it too) : Baby/Babe

my bunny (albeit in English a very uncommon nickname, it is very common and normal in Germany) : mein Hasi / Hase / Häschen (i will explain the words with 'chen' at the end)

my angel : mein Engel / Engelchen

my bear (again I think a very uncommon nickname in English, but pretty common in German) (but I also have to mention that the nickname my bear is not something youngster use, it‘s more of a people in their 40's & 50's type of thing now) : mein Bär / Bärchen

you cutie : du süßer / du süße

you are cute : du bist süß

if you want to JUST say 'cute' or 'adorable', you can use one of these : süß / niedlich / knuffig (although knuffig is a extremely cute/adorable endearment and would most probably be used only in private) (and yes you can say „du bist niedlich / knuffig” if you wanna say 'you are cute‘ too)

a nickname that women use for their men or men for their men but rarely men for their women (probably because the men are usually the taller/bigger ones) is 'big one' (I will give the translation for the 'men for their women' regardless) : mein großer / meine große . This is mainly used when the one person is worried about the other person, e.g. : „Alles okay mein großer? Alles okay meine große?”, (translation: 'Everything okay, big one?')but I‘m sure it can be used in a normal and/or s3xual manner as well. I have also heard people call their dogs & kids „mein großer / meine große”, so do with it what you will.

little one: kleiner / kleines

To mirror the "Big one", you could also say little one, a different little one from the previously mentioned nickname. Because the "Big one" is actually "My Big One" so "My little one" would be : mein kleiner / meine kleine. I know it‘s a bit confusing but please bear with me. It‘s all about the situation. If, e.g., König says "Little one, sit down" you would write "Kleiner / Kleines, sit down". However, if in a situation he says sth like "My little one, are you injured?", the version w german words would be "Mein kleiner / Meine kleine, are you injured?“. Not that much difference except the fact that the fem version looses the s at the end, I just wanted to point that out.

good girl : gutes Mädchen (but technically you could also use : braves Mädchen)

good boy : guter Junge (other version would be : braver Junge) (to elaborate : brav means ‚well-behaved', but to translate good girl/good boy, both gut&brav can be used, so pick your fighter)

from here on out, I‘m gonna quickly translate a few nicknames which are usually not used in Germany but you can because at the end of the day it’s free game. And let me use this moment to clarify that even though all of these words are gender neutral, it is gender neutral towards the reader, that means the words themselves have a gender. But since the gender is not directed towards the reader but the gender of the other word, be it an object or living being, it is considered gender neutral. I‘ll try showcasing it with the first example.

my pearl : meine Perle (the word Pearl in German is Perle and it has a gender, it is feminine. However, when using it as an endearment or nickname, it is counted as gender neutral) (I previously mentioned the nickname 'my angel‘ and it is in the same category. Angel in German means Engel and it‘s masculine, but as an endearment it‘s gender neutral) (I could get into the why‘s and elaborate but I feel like it would cause unnecessary confusion).

my sunshine : mein Sonnenschein

my flower : meine Blume

my world : meine Welt

my one and everything : mein ein und alles

Okay I think I am done with the nicknames? If you have any specific nicknames you‘d like me to translate let me know. Also just an fyi but you can use all of the nicknames without the 'my' before it. Like, you can make a character call the reader just „Blume” or just „Engelchen”.

Now let me elaborate on 'chen‘ that‘s at the end of some words, like 'Bärchen', 'Häschen' or 'Engelchen'. Simply put, it cute-ify‘s the words. You have Bär (Bear) and Bärchen turns it into, loosely translated, 'little Bear'. The 'chen‘ at the end makes it sound more endearing and fitting for a lover, yk? You should also be aware that you cannot really add 'chen‘ to anything. I mean, of course, you could turn Regen (Rain) into Regenchen, grammatically it would be correct and it can be used as a nickname but no one would do that so it just stands out and is weird, you feel me? But hey if you wanna use that in your fanfiction, go ahead. German speaking folks will just raise their brow at it.

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Now onto the swear words. Some you‘ll be familiar with if you know König‘s Voice Lines, but I still added them nevertheless.

Fuck you : Fick dich

Fuck : Fuck (Yea we just took that over from the English folks…, don‘t use just „Fick” from „Fick dich”, it is a smart move but incorrect)

Shit : Scheiße

Kiss my Ass : Leck mich am Arsch (which translated actually means lick my ass but the translation for Kiss my Ass is still „Leck mich am Arsch”)

Son of a Bitch : Hurensohn

Daughter of a Bitch : Hurentochter (though Hurensohn has become gender neutral and the more commonly used one, so you can use it when your character just got hurt or is actually insulting someone, regardless of their gender)

Asshole : Arschloch

Bitch/Slut : Hure, Schlampe

Translated it means Dog, but it’s used like how you‘d use Bitch : Hund / Hündin (tho Hündin is more popular) (Hündin is a female dog but like Hurensohn, it has become somewhat gender neutral)

Idiot : Idiot, Blödmann, Schwachkopf (though I do have to mention that Blödmann and Schwachkopf (at least I feel like?) is mainly used by little kids while adults just stick to Idiot)

Just a few swear words. What‘s next on the Agenda? Oh right, simple German rules.

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Let me start off by explaining why gender neutral is so hard or impossible in German. To all of our writes here, you can ABSOLUTELY write a fan fiction, be it a 4 chapter type of thing or just a few bullet points, with a gender neutral reader if you stick to the gn endearments (could be from this list or some other). However, in real life, it works a bit different since you have to use other words to communicate with others. Let me explain it by using an example.

Someone who‘s a teacher would introduce themselves as "Hello, my Name is First Name Last Name and I‘m a Teacher". In German however, it is a bit different since the German word for Teacher is Lehrer & it means male Teacher. Female Teacher would be Lehrerin. There is no gender neutral Teacher, it‘s either Lehrer or Lehrerin. Same goes with anything else. Be it a Doctor (Arzt/Ärztin), Police Officer (Polizist/Polizistin) or a construction worker (Bauarbeiter/Bauarbeiterin). And yes, as you‘ve noticed, the female versions all end with a '-in', that‘s a good & easy way to recognize them. And even if you‘re not talking about Jobs, your gender and the other words' gender will change the way word are conjugated, and thus it makes it impossible to talk in gender neutral terms.

Next thing on the list is the way words are written. Just like in English, Names of people & places, food, nicknames etc. are all written down with the first letter being big, the rest being small. In the German language it does have a bit more importance than in English, since the difference helps us tell what is a place/person & what is a adjective etc. For example, we have this lovely sentence "In essen essen gehen." I just wrote that incorrectly so you could see my point. The correct way of spelling would be "In Essen essen gehen" (transl: Going to eat in Essen). Essen is a city but when written in small captions, it‘s the verb for eating. And don‘t get me wrong, most Germans can tell apart what word is the place/destination even if everything is written in small letters simply by the order of the words. And it‘s not like König fanfictions are all written in German, heck it’s always a few words which is FINE. So let me tell you that writing all German letters in small captions is FINE, us Germans still know what the hell is going on. This is just something I have noticed and thought I’d mention. But, again, if you write all in small letters it is not the end of the world, it’d only be 98% correct and there isn‘t really a German out there who’d be all "Aw gawd damn, they wrote all letters in small captions so now I cannot enjoy this work from the author anymore." Again, it‘s all cool, I just wanted to point it out. Stuff like nicknames, names, are all written in first letter being big. I have made sure to pay attention to that on my list.

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I think I‘m done? I don‘t think I forgot anything. Again, if there are any specific nicknames, words or sentences you‘d like me to translate, hit me up. And I literally mean that, like you don’t have to worry about „Oh god will I annoy them?“, because I genuinely enjoy doing stuff like that. I can also proofread German words/sentences, just let me know what to check.

Have a good day/night & I hope this was helpful ✌️

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[mortemorii]

HELLO????!!!!

Nikto lovers?? WE WILL HAVE A DOLL!!

If you are interested please keep an eye on the Plush Wonderland page!!!

And follow the lovely person who made his

design 🥰💖.

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[callsignhood]

Drew some COD operators with OCs as drawing practice! For @gremlingottoosilly and @puff0o0

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[sim0nril3y]

First Meeting

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader

Scenario: Being dragged out for the night with friends Simon find himself desperately trying to be alone when a girl with a broken shoe stumble across him.

Note: Set in 2014

Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), briefs mentions of abuse, mentions of smoking, mentions of alcohol, suggestive conversation, mentions of age gap, derogatory comments. Note: I made this an OC rather than a Reader because she has her own backstory and family and dreams that may not align with the whole Reader aspect of writing. If you guys do want something like that let me know and I'll see if I can work something out.

30-08-2020 Edit: I’ve updated this fanfic to be a reader rather than OC.

Returning from deployment never really changed for Simon. It wasn’t something he ever enjoyed. There was something about the regiment of the forces that grounded him, something about the strict timelines and regulations. None of that mattered back home. It wasn’t like he could speak to his "friends" about the trauma of being away in war-torn countries. It wasn’t like they even asked; they knew better.

Occasionally on nights out Simon would get asked the rude question of his death tally. He’d simply brush off the question. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he had a reasonable answer to it anymore. No, instead he would pretend like he didn’t hear as other friends chastised for even asking that sick question. Why was it sick? Did they not think of him as a killer? Maybe that tainted their idyllic persona of the perfect solider. Simon knew that war was disgusting and bloody and each time he took another life a little bit of his own chipped away too.

Stand outside he brought a cigarette to his lips, inhaling slowly and just enjoying the cold winter air. “Bollocks…” A voice slipped from beside him, glancing over his shoulder to see the slight frame of a woman bent down trying to repair the band of her high-heel. As always, he stayed quiet, used to just observing and not interrupting the flow. “Need some help, sweetheart~” A drunk came stumbling in her direction.

In an instant she shot to her feet, stumbling in her broken heel as you turned to face the offending man. “Oh-” “Gonna catch y’death out here, sweetheart. Specially in that little dress…” He commented and Simon gave himself a moment to take in your outfit, it was particularly short from a night-out in January, not that any of the other birds were dressed any different. “Why don’t we get a taxi back to my flat.” He offered and Simon saw the way your shoulders seemed to tense at the suggestion. “Oi…” His voice began before his brain registered that this was a poor idea. “Fuck off and leave her alone.”

“The fuck you think you are?” Came a drunken drawl back in his direction. “Think I’m gonna be your problem if you don’t leave her alone.” He rose then, towering over the two of them you, double both your weight, double both your size. “Pshh… fuckin’ have the slag…” Drunkenly he turned and stumbled back into the club. “Thanks…” Your voice was small as you tilted your had up to make eye-contact. “S’nothing…” Then turning he moved back to where he was sitting.

“Mind if I join you?” Your voice was quiet, flasing a packet of cigarettes in his direction. “Not gonna stop you.” Simon answered with a short shrug. “Fuckin’ shoe…” You grumbled under your breath before joining him delicately, sitting close enough that it looked friendly but far enough away to give him plenty of space. It a light voice your informed him your name. It was pretty. It suited you. The way your voice cut through the cold air, warm personality shining even on this night.

Simon didn’t reply, simply continued to smoke his cigarette in the quiet whilst you lit up your own beside him. “Y’even old enough to be in there?” Suddenly you looked at him before snickering. “Turned 21 months ago.” You announced proudly. “Even got my ID to prove it.” Fuck, you was young. 9 years younger than him, in fact. Whilst he was being beaten and abused by his sick father you was just coming into this world. Fuck, don’t think about any of that. “So, do I get to know your name? Gonna have to tell the story of how a dashing smoker saved me from a weirdo.”

Dashing? Were you flirting with him? You… were way out of his league. Jesus, why was you even paying him any mind when you could go home with practically any lad in there. Why did that sentiment bother him so much? “Simon.” He ground out finally, putting a firm stop to his inner monologue. “Nice name.” “No, it’s not. Just a name.” He couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips. “Don’t be stupid.” He watched the way your pretty face contorted into a smile and then fell into a fit of giggles. It was fucking bliss. The way that you laughed. It was almost fucking musical, or at least it was to Simon’s ears. “Nice fuckin’ name…” He repeated shaking his head. “Kid, you’ve got to work on technique a bit.” Then shaking his head as he took another long drag of his cigarette.

“Well, maybe you could help with that…” Your voice was suggestive and inquisitive, putting the question out there loosely enough that he could see it as a joke or an invitation. “M’sure there are plenty boys your age that could help with that.” There was finality to his tone that even you could sense. Jesus, you were 21 by your own confession. You was so fresh and new to the dating scene. He, on the other hand, was just beginning his 30s, though his years of service made him feel a lot older. There was no way he could just fuck around with a girl like you. It wouldn’t fair.

Sensing his apprehension you simply shrugged your shoulders, as carefree as ever and then muttered. “Maybe~” Nabbing a nearby empty cigarette packet and jotting down your details onto the card before sliding it in his direction. “Guess if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

A flurry of girls stumbled from the club, surrounding her in a moment in a loud chatter of excitement. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere!” “C’mon, next club~” “Who is that?” “What happened to your shoe?” The questions buzzed around his mind and you kept his gaze until whisked away by her friends. “Fuckin’ hell…” Cursing under his breath as he inspected the packet between his fingers, taking the final drag of his cigarette and then flicking it aside.

Masterlist | Ask | 28-08-2023

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[doggoboigaugau]

Jealous!Ghost propaganda

- I continue to spread the Jelly Ghost propaganda 👍👍👍 - a lit bit nsfw(?)

hehe trans men in crop tops 🤭🤭🤭

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- I'm still not confident enough to make the full HD stuff and post it online lmaooooooo - Drawing to cope with my crippling d3pr3ssion because of finals...

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[patrollingboston]

Please don't say you love me // Price x Reader angst

A small one-shot inspired by Mitski's song 'First love/Late spring' ¸.☆.

You stood in the kitchen of your house, your hands pressed against the cold countertop behind you. John stood opposite you, his eyes tying you down like a prisoner.

“I- I don’t know what you want me to say.” He said, his voice croaky as he tried to defend himself.

“I can’t keep doing this, it’s like you pretend I don’t exist.” You said, the feeling of sharpened barbed wire coiling round your throat as you fought back tears.

“You know that’s not true, I’m busy- “He stepped forward, placing a hand on yours.

You snatched it away, taking a few steps back so you stood in the entryway of the room. Looking to your right your eyes are met with photos of the pair of you, happy, in love and smiling; pinned to the fridge like a memory board.

“I’m not going to hear your excuses out anymore. I’m so lonely.” You said, a tear dripping off your cheek hitting the tiled floor with a quiet splash.

Price peered past you, down into the hallway. His eyes locked on a suitcase you placed by the door earlier. His heart sunk, his face too.

“You are already packed? You weren’t even going to tell me?”

“You don’t pick up my calls, I have no clue when you are coming home. I have to hear it from your shitting teammates John.” You pleaded.

“I will change, I know I don’t treat you right.” He said walking towards you, placing a hand across your cheek, his thumb swiping across it.

“You had your chance.”

You had to be strong, it wasn’t fair on you that he chose never to contact you. You didn’t care if he meant to treat you this way or not but his career was not going to be the excuse for your failing relationship any longer.

Putting your hand on his wrist you gently pushed it down from your face.

You walked down the hall, grabbing your coat off the hook and enveloping yourself in it. With one hand on your suitcase, you pulled open your front door, the cold air hitting your face contrasting your once warm and inviting home you and John shared.

“ But I love-“

“Please don’t say you love me.”

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[ghouljams]

Thinking about König again.. help

Kissing him could be so narratively(?) interesting if the hood stays on. It’s a situation where you have to come to him - his face is his territory, it’s gonna be on his own terms. And like,, not lifting the hood away, but lifting it so that you can put it over your own head also - kissing him under it. Allowing yourself to be consumed by the shadows kind of, but he is ‘the shadows’ in this metaphor. I bet he’d get off on that

I absolutely love kissing König through the mask, I think there's something incredibly tender and trusting about it. Not forcing him to lift it, meeting him where he is and not half way. It's the same reason I love when fics kiss Ghost through his mask. It's a level of understanding, an willingness to say "you don't need to change I'll meet you where you're comfortable."

That said, joining him under the mask to kiss him? Also so so good. Lifting the hood just enough to duck under, tipping your head with your eyes squeezed closed, König leaning forwards to keep you both obscured as he kisses you... There's something very... two becoming one in the gesture. Not just meeting him, but joining him.

There are so many ways a first kiss can go, so many ways the second will build off it, and so much more to the third. Here's Medieval king!König kissing his gardener for the first time(despite having fucked her multiple times before this)

It's a quick motion, one that seizes you when you least expect it. Something tender grabs hold of your heart, indescribable and unwanted, and you grab the bottom of König's chain mask to pull him down to your height. You press your lips to the skin warmed metal, hope he can feel the pressure at least of your mouth against his, and hold him there. There's a brief frozen moment, König stands more still than you've ever known him, held at the edge of breath with his hands curling into tight fists by his side. You pull away, still feeling the cut of metal against your lips.

And he grabs you, rips his mask up and pulls you against his chest as his lips meet yours. His mask falls against your head, weighing you down and forcing your head to tip back to meet the fervid press of his lips. It's not the first time you've felt the warmth of them, but it's the first time they've felt so wanting. The first time they've felt almost crushing with the way König pushes them against yours, and yet it is still painfully chaste. Painful in the way it makes your heart clench, and your stomach flutter.

There is so much you've done with this man, so many ways he's taken you, and yet he kisses you so plainly. He kisses you like he's never had the pleasure of kissing anyone, and you can't say you have either, but you'd expected something so much different from him. You'd expected domination, tongue and teeth. You'd expected that he'd be colder, that he'd treat you with the same arms-length respect that allows you to leave his chambers after each night you spend with him. Instead you find a man as warm as the sun that beats against your skin and, perhaps, as desperate as you are for such simple affection.

He pulls back, tilts his head, and kisses you again, gentler this time. His arms still hold you tight, still warn you not to try and escape, but his lips slide against yours with a softness that steals the very air from your lungs. König sighs against your lips, your own parting to kiss him a fourth and a fifth time. Your arms find their way around his broad shoulders, your fingers dig into the rich material of his cape, and he kisses you, like it's the only thing he's ever wanted to do.

So that when you part a final time, and his tongue traces along the seam of your lips, you find yourself smiling and feel his lips curve to follow suit. My König, you think.

"Meine Herz," König murmurs. You shake your head. It's rather silly getting fluttery over something so simple. König fixes his hood back into place, and tips his head, pressing his chain covered lips to your cheek. "I'll be good," He tells you, "and you will kiss me again."

As if that simple act were some great reward. Maybe it was.

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[milkywayhou]

"KISS UR COLONEL!!!"

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[koufli]

Halloween night. Nsfw!

𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 !𝘍𝘦𝘮! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

Modern au.

It was Halloween night, and in your opinion, the best night of the year. You’ve always loved the creepy vibes to October, staying in with friends and watching horror movies until you both shit yourselves screaming, and the best part was going out into scary mazes at Halloween amusement parks. The thrill of Halloween just never failed to excite you, and here you find yourself with Gaz, soap, and Price being the one who was forced to come.

You knew he liked it, he just hated admitting it. He especially hated admitting that it scared him, because, oh no, it was ‘too immature’ for him.

“He’s not replying.” You suddenly huff out, getting a soft scoff from Gaz.

“Seriously, [name,] you need to get a better boyfriend. He’s clearly not interested.” His gruff voice sighs out casually. Your mouth hangs agape. Harsh much? But Gaz only gives you a simple shrug, not an ounce of shame on his face. Price observes the situation as Soap chimes in. “Yi’ll need a better boyfriend. Gaz is richt, ye Ken? He’s a glaikit pumpin’ prick anyways.” He huffs out, but you couldn’t help the smile of amusement shared between Gaz and Price.

“English, mate.” Price reminds, all of you stepping forward in the line.

“Oh! He replied. He says he’ll meet us in the maze.” You smiled before clicking your phone off and stuffing it in your back pocket. The three men share discreet looks before brushing it off anyways.

As you all advanced to the front, you paid and entered, the three men chatting and laughing away as if this was going to be a breeze for them.

Shock horror, it wasn’t.

As soon as the first worker jumped out with a horrifying mask and a chainsaw roaring in their faces unexpectedly, his voice making a spine-chilling shriek, the first reaction of Soap was to grab a hold of Gaz and shout aloud. “Awa' an' bile yer heid, bas! given me a hert attack..” You too grabbed onto Price with a squeal as he clutched his chest and heaved out like he was in the middle of a heart attack, Gaz too hunching over from the scare.

You couldn’t help but wheeze out a laugh at the three, now slowly but surely recovering and making the next turn. “Fucking hell…” Gaz murmurs, glancing over to your bursts of laughter with a suppressed smile.

“I regret this every fucking year. Why do I even come?” Price adds, rubbing his face as the torture for them carries on. After every turn and corner, the Scottish insults come hurling in, Gaz’ shouts frighten the life out of Price more than the actual scare, and the maze becomes so crowded until eventually you lose them through the heaps of people.

Sure it was fun with them, but alone? Fuck, you hated every second of it. There was a shiver running up your spine, eery silences, adrenaline starting to pump through your veins as every corner seemed like hell to conquer.

But the man that turned the corner shocked you into a sudden freeze. You halted in your tracks, the both of you staring at each other for what seemed like minutes. His piercing blue eyes were the only visible feature through his skull mask, the rest of him dressed in black. He was wearing a suit…so could he be a worker? The thought left your mind when He didn’t hesitate grasping your arm. Workers were not permitted to touch you…so who was this? You stared at the back of his head as this strange man leads you through the maze until you both stopped somewhere secluded. It really didn’t surprise you why you didn’t fight back, you were the sort of person to cave into anything. And ‘anything’ was apparently a tall man grabbing you by the arm and man-handling you like a doll.

You studied the man a little more, finally coming to a conclusion. You let out a breath of relief, it was your boyfriend, [bf/n.] “Jesus you scared me, I thought you were never coming..” you sighed out, dropping your head and letting the racing beat of your heart settle. Your boyfriend was towering above you, still not making a single sound, only staring at you.

“Alright, I get it.” You snort, “you don’t have to be silent you know? I get the whole creepy vibe you’re trying with me.” You roll your eyes, his body now pressing you back into the wall. For a moment you swallowed, getting a strange aura from him. Why was he being so creepy? But then he pulled the mask up so the sharp of his jaw and the plumpness of his mouth were revealed to you, finally leaning down and pressing your lips together without any hesitation.

You didn’t falter for a second, cupping his cheeks and parting his lips with your tongue, a muffled grunt being vibrated against your lips as his hands found your waist. He was impatient today, clearly pent up as he pushed you against the wall and smothered your lips with his tongue. He tilted his head, making sure to push your head back into the wall with the force of the kiss. You finally leaned back, breathing heavily as his lips were glossed over, his head inching slightly forward as if trying to capture your lips again. His tongue flicked out to lick his bottom lip, letting out a soft breath as he readjusted the bulge in his pants. You noticed and quirked a brow.

“Here? Right now?”

His bulge rubbed against your thigh, and he nodded like a lost puppy. He still wasn’t talking, which made you frown, but the tightness in his pants was distracting you, you couldn’t think straight. His calloused palm slowly ran down your bare arm, causing you to shudder and look to the side to make sure the place was quiet and you wouldn’t get caught. You weren’t necessarily planning to scare anyone else with getting ploughed into whilst in a creepy Halloween maze.

It was a pretty quiet place, which made you think that he must have been looking while in here to find somewhere for the two of you to shackle up. You suddenly heard a clink of a belt, dragging your gaze away from the corner and looking down to see him frantically pulling the item away from him as he unzipped his pants, his cold palm cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him again. “Turn.” Is all he said, his voice gruff, low, lower than usual as if he was ill. You weren’t processing his words, so he let out a grunt and did it himself, turning you to face the wall as he crouched down, gently hooking his finger in the hem of your pants, wasting no time and slowly pulling them down to reveal your panties.

He let out a strained groan, only at the sight of them. You felt both of his hands cup your ass cheeks, handling each one with such care it was a foreign feeling. His fingers kneaded into the soft flesh as both of your hands flattened against the wall, your lips parting as he, with no shame, pinched the hem of your panties and pulled the fabric down to your ankles and let out a shaky sigh: as if it were the first time he was seeing….everything. Which is wasn’t. his lips ran across your bare skin as he let his breath tickle your ass, slowly pressing a kiss to each one before placing his large hands on the back of your thighs.

He’d finished appreciating your rear, and apparently he had more he wanted to see. “Turn.” Again, you were caught off guard by his voice, but did so anyways. You didn’t realise he was so close, but now his eyes were pinned onto your cunt. His cool hands found their place on your thick thighs, where he started to gently fondle the flesh, his nose brushing dangerously close to your crotch.

You sighed out of pleasure, tilting your head back and biting down on your tongue. What had gotten into him? Why was he suddenly so appreciative of your naked body?

“[Bf/n]..” you trail off, slowly placing your hand atop of his masked head. He still had his balaclava bunched up by his nose, his mouth now pressing into your wet pussy, his tongue snaking out and licking a straight line all the way up until he stopped at your clit. You watched down with your mouth hung agape, your view being his nose pressed against the very top of your cunt while his tongue was tasting your very arousal. He let out a groan, the vibrations making your back arch and a shameful moan to slip from your lips. You were glad the creepy Halloween music was too loud to hear anything.

You slapped your free hand to your mouth, earning a deep chuckle from him as his eyes flicker up to you. He leans back, licking his lips with a soft inaudible murmur. He stares for a few moments, admiring the meal in front of him before his thumb slowly circles your clit.

A frustrated grunt leaves your lips, “please…hurry up, I beg I can’t-“ your pleas have him twitching in his pants as he stares up at you, his index finger now starting to slowly circle your entrance as he licks his lips. He too has had enough of this torture, caving into your words and not able to hold back. He didn’t waste any time In grabbing your arm and turning you, this time releasing his achingly hard erection. He taps his tip against your ass, stroking himself to the sight of you - but he stops. He was already getting too excited.

He grabs your hips, noting how his fingers dig into the flesh and leave marks before he lines himself up against your hole, gently nudging himself in, teasing you, also noting how tight you were. How was he going to fit? He lets out a shaky sigh by your ear, slowly penetrating you and pushing his hips forward. Your jaw dropped, had he grown like two fucking inches? Why did he feel so girthy today? Your cheek pressed up against the wall, his parted lips pressed against your temple as strained sighs fall from his mouth.

He was fully inside of you now, pulsing and clearly holding back his primal desire to fuck you so roughly against this wall. He had to refrain, pulling his hips back slowly before pushing forward again, breaking your barriers and loosening you out a little to fit him. You could feel each individual vein, how his tip caressed your inner walls. It was becoming easier to thrust now, your arousal acting as a lube as his nails dig into your hips even harder. He sounded like he was really struggling, like a wild animal that was forcing himself to hold back.

His hand moved up your spine until it reached your hair, gently brushing it to the other side of your shoulder so his lips could press freely against your neck to muffle any sounds that he released: which was a lot. He was strangely vocal today. He slowly picked up his pace, putting all his passion and effort into stretching your hole and fully feeling you out. He took his time, leaning away from your neck just to seethe out a soft groan, admiring how with each slow thrust your ass rippled against his crotch.

He could do this all fucking day. Your moans were music to his ears, how he was ruining you right now in a public place, how his movements made you squirm and sweat. You were a masterpiece, and as time went on, his patience withered. It was so small now that he was ploughing into you, so much you could hear the faint slapping noises of flesh hitting flesh, one of his hands cupping your mouth to silence you, the other grabbing your hair to arch your back as he plummeted into you again and again.

It felt like heaven, each moan proving how well he hit your g-spots and fully pumped all of his passion and lust into you. You couldn’t hold back, your eyes were squeezed shut and your legs were trembling from the impact of his thrusts, and eventually you couldn’t help but buckle and let your orgasm crush through your body. It took him so much effort not to speak to you, not to reveal his voice, but his grunts and soft groans couldn’t be held back. Not when such a perfect girl was in front of him half-naked. It wasn’t long after before he pressed his crotch up firmly against your ass, giving you one last harsh thrust and not being able to help but spurt out his seed inside of you, coating your inner walls in thick layers of his cum as he bit into your shoulder, not regretting a single thing.

You both stay there for a moment, panting out like wild animals and letting your orgasm ride out. He cleared his throat, “birth control?” He asked. You nodded, furrowing your brows before he stepped back and started to hastily button himself back up. He tidied up, helping you become a lot neater before you shared a long look at each other.

“I’ll see you out there then…okay?” You breathed out, legs still weak. He nodded, watching as you tried your best to look like you hadn’t just been fucked so roughly before disappearing around the corner.

You eventually left the maze, feeling overly embarrassed when Gaz, soap, price and….your boyfriend were all chatting by the front. Your fucking boyfriend, wearing a completely different outfit to what you’d just seen him in. You turned around to see if the same ‘boyfriend’ was behind you, your heart sinking as you rushed up to him. You grabbed his shoulders, ignoring the questions from the other three about how you went missing.

“Did you go in the maze?!” You asked frantically.

He frowned at you, “No I waited here…why?”

Your face went pale, and when you turned around that same fucker was staring at you before disappearing beyond the crowds.

Okay. This is my first time writing smut….or writing a ‘proper’ story overall lol. Don’t judge me, I know it isn’t Halloween but the idea popped into my head. 🤭

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[blingblong55]

Laswell being a mother hen and telling off Price while R/n and Soap cry behind her because Price told them they couldn’t detonate an unused part of the building. They already had it rigged to blow and we’re so excited they even bought popcorn. 🫧

I need someone to please draw this for us!

Laswell: Price let the kids play-

Price: kids?!?! Laswell, they are grown fuckin' adults!

Soap and R/N cling to Mother Laswell as they cry more

Laswell: You are making them cry, John!

Price: They were going to blow up a building

Laswell: Let the kids be kids

Soap looks at his watch and then nudges at R/N, they go to the window and watch as the said building falls

They run outside and laugh

Laswell: You see, they are safe

Price: You three will send me to early retirement

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[imshymorph]

Happy valentines everyone, here’s some more Death!Ghost x Life!Reader for your enjoyment. Here’s Part One in case you haven’t read it. And now, Part Three

He doesn't wait for an answer, his hands moving from the side of the mask to the eye sockets, fingers fitting in them to pull it away. Out of pure habit you quickly drift your eyes, looking away from him to honour his privacy. His heart seems to fill his chest when he notices.

“It's okay.” He murmurs, his voice raspy but also a more clear than usual, making you realise that the bone usually muffles his voice. “I want you to see me.” He encourages, his hand dropping the mask between the two of you.

- - - - -

You still feel a little hesitant, but let your eyes move back to him. Taking in the sight of his dark robes covering his chest, the hood he usually dons now loosely covering his shoulders. And when you finally reach his face you take your time, like an aspiring artist studying a piece in a museum.

His skin paler than most, although you already expected it from the few peeks you had gotten as his sleeve rode up. The veins that moved up from his neck and onto his face showed through the white tone, combining along the scars that littered his skin. The lines and shapes they created reminding you of Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas with gold.

Despite the sharper edges on his jaw and nose, there was something soft about his features, something reminiscent of when he was first given life. His pale eyes, a foggy mix of greys and blues being highlighted by the dark edges around and under his eyes. Just as if the shadow that the mask produced was permanent around them.

What managed to surprise you most was his hair, with soft curls and waves and with a blond tone that reminded you of the first sunbeams to illuminate the earth in a summer morning.

“Didn’t think you’d be blond.” You say after a moment, your usual sweet smile returning to your lips. “Expected it to be a rich brown, like soil after a full day of rain.” You admit, your eyes scheming over his blond curls once more.

He felt his whole body relax, a soft sigh leaving him as the tension did. It must’ve been the first time someone saw him since his beginning as Death, since he could pretty much remember.

A soft chuckle escapes him at your comment, his expression going soft and a smile lifting the corner of his lips. It was strange to see Death smile, but also a welcome sight. “So, you did wonder about how I looked?” he dares to say, his smile pulling onto a grin.

You chuckle, being the one to have to drift your gaze away this time, fighting to hide the heat that is gathering on your cheeks at his teasing comment. He chuckles as well, being the one to give you space now.

“I might have been curious.” You murmur after a moment, a small grin on your lips as you still avoid looking at him. You still can see the way he looks at you through the reflection of the creek in front of you. Feel his eyes on you.

“Have I met the expectations, then?” He pushes lightly, that teasing tilt still on his tone. He wasn’t going to admit it, but he surprised himself with how easy it was to make the change. To be more open, to show himself to you.

You don’t answer for a moment, looking at the landscape surrounding the two of you before nodding. You turn your head, facing him once more. “Look imposing enough without the mask… Although that smile it's like an open invitation to befriend you.” you say, returning the light quip back.

“We aren’t friends already?” He asks, his tone sounding surprisingly offended but the small smirk on his lips reassuring you that he was just playing along. “Maybe I should just leave then.”

“Well, that wouldn’t be good. You can’t have Life without Death. What would I do without my other half?” You ask, raising your brows as you put the ball on his court.

He chuckles, looking back up to the sky once more, letting his body fall back and rest against the combination of grass and moss under your bodies. “Have no purpose i guess… Just as if I were to be without you.”

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[pingurusama]

HAPPY (late) INTERNATIONAL BOYFRIEND'S DAY (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ I'm so deadly oblivious about xxx day and stuff, made this in rush for straight 7 hours, a little gift(s) for the seasoned Captain on his day and of course Ophelia will proudly share her artworks, heheh( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)😏😏😏 ✨ Funfacts! ✨ @Ophwinter really does exist on Instagram and Twitter(x)! It's Ophelia (my Call of Duty OC)'s personal account ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

Also, here's the original ones for every fellow Captain Price's lover, have fun delulu with this one.( • ̀ω•́ )✧

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