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lunarw0rks · 6 months

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Hello I wanna request some Valeria SMOOT cuz I'm down bad for cartel mommy. A short fic abt Valeria fucking the absolute brains out of you to the point of being dumb and squirting everywhere

warning(s): nsfw (18+), exhibitionism, overstim., dom/sub, degradation/praise, val's purple strap strikes again, humiliation, squirting, fem!reader

MAKING MESSES | VALERIA GARZA

overbearing bass, candlelit lighting, constant chatter; surrounding the two of you. the noise of nightlife is muffled by the oversized doors, still original to way before your time — almost an irony compared to the modernized club they’re housing.

it wouldn’t matter either way. your ears were ringing. every gasp, every whimper, every mutter into your ear echoed and fizzled into the noise.

her pink nails dug like needles into your hips, guiding every rut onto her strap. valeria lolled in the leather armchair, leaning back and enjoying the show you were giving her. she paid no mind to the risk, how patrons could be a hair away from hearing or seeing you two.

it was her club; her place. and you were fucking hers. anyone who had a qualm about that? they never stuck around long.

she controlled everything, every single body roll. your cunt clenched tight around the violet silicone, swallowing its entirety. “sigue adelante, nena. so fucking desperate.” she spits out her words, relishing in your whimpers. they echo off the stucco walls, likely carrying all throughout the hall. “desperate whores should get nothing. but not you. riding me out in the open like this.”

your bottom lip seeps a bit of blood from how harshly you had been biting it, pathetically failing at silencing yourself. it wasn’t any use when you’d already finished twice, leaving a milky ring around the base of the strap. your wetness dribbled down the slick shaft, soaking onto her cargo pants.

the night dress you wore, pulled down at the top to expose your nipple. it might as well be her own personal stress toy — to lap, squeeze, pinch, and slap as she sees fit.

it was pure luck that none of the clubbers had rounded the corner. if it were up to valeria, she wouldn’t skip a beat. the buzzed onlooker getting a surge of jealousy when they ogle your bouncing body; hem pulled up to expose your bare ass as it jiggles. or the drip of your pussy, messily and audibly being stretched out.

your head dips down, getting a rush of fatigue from the physical strain. if it weren’t for her harsh hands, you were sure your grinds would be nonexistent. with precision, she outstretches a hand and grips your jaw, forcing eye contact. “eyes up. you don’t get to tap out after teasing me, cariño.” valeria patronizes.

if you were of sound mind, perhaps you would’ve agreed. not wearing panties was a risky move; as risky as riding her in the dim hallway. but she always packed — that violet temptation just a zipper away.

you felt yourself plunged into another high, mewling against her palm as you climaxed. she locked in, both hands returning to your hips as she drove you down faster. this was your most intense orgasm yet; eyes rolling and body shivering.

pleasure pumped through you as violently as the strap, a warm gush messing all over her lap. you had squirted, proving that the sticky mess before was nothing. “mierda… mi putita, so messy.” valeria groaned lowly with amusement, as if she had climaxed herself.

“we aren’t done.” she leaned in close, showing the forced grinds to a stop. you had no choice but to believe her — and valeria always stuck to her word.

a toy being used on a toy <3

a/n: this is so bad... | ⊹。°˖➴ divider cred. - cafekitsune

#sorry for late reply #rachel speaks #valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria garza smut #valeria garza cod #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x you #valeria x reader #valeria headcanons #valeria mw2 #los vaqueros #kortac operators #kortac #mw2 #call of duty

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blingblong55 · 7 months

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KINKTOBER IS OPEN - MDNI/NSFW

Please read through this post to understand what this event is about.

ALL REQUESTS WILL BE POSTED STARTING THE 1ST OF OCTOBER

What is Kinktober?

Kinktober is a writing challenge which takes part in the month of October. Any and all writers that do NSFW fiction can take part in this. The list that I have come up with is mostly inspired by @katz-chow and I have added or removed some of the kinks from their original list. From the 1st of October until the 31st, I will be writing the request/number you ask for. All smut content will and can vary from headcanons, one-shots, drabble and/or long fics.

How does this work?

There are 25 kinks that you can choose from. As seen on the poster/picture, you must let me know which character you are requesting and a scenario but that is optional. Like Katz, you can ask for what form of smut you want. EX. Headcanon, one shot or a long fic.

What characters can you request?

I have a somewhat extensive list of characters and the current list is here

Some more information: (All credits to Katz)

If I have multiple requests for the same character and kink, I'll choose just one request and tag all those else that asked for the same thing, (unless it is anonymous ofc).

If I happen to have the same kink but request different characters, I will turn it into a headcanon or what I see fit(for my own sanity, lol).

If you want your character to be submissive/switch/dominate, you must state that in the request or I will choose.

Remember to also write in whether you want your request to be F!/ GN!/M! Reader

Make sure to check my pinned post for the rules for making requests If you would like to use this exact list, make sure to let me know beforehand or message me

Go make some requests to fellow writer, @katz-chow -Link to their Kinktober Menu

Stay kinky you nasty whores

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sadist1224 · 2 months

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There is no limit to my desire Mafia!141 AU

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Mafia!141 AU, in which you wake up tied to a chair, in the middle of some warehouse with chains and hooks suspended from the ceiling. You're not panicking, no. You've been held hostage enough times to understand the complexity of your situation.

First of all, you try to determine your physical condition, noting that the old wound on your hip is aching, and there is an unpleasant crust on your cheek and cheekbone, most likely from blood.

Now you remember what happened. Yes, you were being chased. You were knocked to the ground and hit on the head. But it seems that you also managed to land several blows on the attacker.

After that, you begin to look around the space around you, noting that it is quite dark and damp here. Out of the corner of your ear you can hear a noise like water. Given the size of the hangar, the dampness and the noise of the water, you realize that you are somewhere near the shipyard.

Very far from the bar. Foreign territory. Mafia. Of course, 141 and Los Vaqueros are not the only gangs in your city. It is large enough for several groupings. Oh, if only you were still a police officer…

You pull your hands out, realizing that they are tied with ropes, tight enough to be able to break free. After a while, the sound of footsteps attracts you. This is a group of people, and not a small one.

A lamp turns on with a loud click above you, but it is high enough for a moderately dim light. I can see you now. You still can't tell the kidnappers apart, even though you're pretty sure they're right in front of you.

"You don't seem scared." - says one of them. From the small shadows, you assume there are five of them.

"Should I?" - you answer calmly, looking at the dark man in front of you. So far, you can clearly see only leather shoes and perfectly pressed trousers in dark gray.

The man in front of you is grinning.

"Koenig, turn on the light, please." - he says the same thing, and a second later several more lamps light up.

You don't have to squint. The light is still dim enough. But now you can definitely see them all. Five men in front of you, in suits that cost several times more than your salary. Three of them have masks over their faces. The person who communicated with you stands openly, the sleeves of his shirt are casually rolled up to the elbows, and the vest fits tightly around the waist.

And all five of them, bastards, are so attractive.

But if before that, it seemed to you that the men in front of you were tall, then the person who approached them from behind was almost a head taller than all of them. An obscure black cloth covered his face, leaving only his blue eyes visible. He looked at you incredulously, with a squint. You think he doesn't like you.

"And why do you need me?" - you decide to break the silence. Anyway, all six of them are examining you like an antique toy on a Christmas tree.

The Cortaks who kidnapped you in order to get to know you! To get acquainted! Your jaw almost fell to the floor, and their leader just laughed at your shocked expression!

He introduced himself as Axel, and he was incredibly curious about why 141 and Los Vaqueros were hanging around in a no-man's-land.

Axel, who is not at all embarrassed by your swearing in their direction, but only orders you to untie the hands of a man named Nobody. He apologizes for the damage he caused you, saying that their goal was only to grab you, not hurt you, but you turned out to be more glib than they imagined.

Axel introduces you to Horangi, Hutch, Nobody, Kruger and Koenig himself, who caught you.

Koenig, who can't handle your withering look at him and turns away in embarrassment.

He didn't want to hit you! Especially in the face! But seeing what you're capable of at the bar, he realized it wasn't going to be easy. A job is a job. But, God, that bruise on your face and the split cheekbone. He feels bad enough as it is. And then there's you with your look full of anger.

Damn, he'd like to meet you. In a normal way, like ordinary people, but now it seems you won't let him in.

Axel offers to take you to your neighborhood, where they could drop you off, but you just snort, refusing. You're not going with the bandits who kidnapped you! Even if they just wanted to get to know each other! You tell them something caustic in the likeness: "If you really wanted to get to know each other, you could just ask them out, gentlemen, damn it!", which amuses Axel again.

The man walks you to the exit, staying close to you. You don't even let him call a taxi and walk to the nearest bus stop.

That's it! And you're good! Axel knew how tense his team was when 141 suddenly began to get active in the no-man's-land, and what was his surprise when people informed him about a certain barmaid who pointed a gun at the face of the Soap! Oh, damn, he wanted to meet you. And his boys, too. A civilian who challenged one of the most dangerous factions in the city! Yes, anyone will be interested in it! Therefore, Cortak needs to act quickly, maybe get you on their side, make you their spy?

Kruger and No One who at first did not believe in your steadfast fearless nature, considering you another "girl from the alley" who dared to show her teeth. They were sure that if they scared you, you would immediately curl up and cry. Imagine their surprise when you didn't live up to expectations?

Hutch was just curious, as was his commander. He didn't have expectations, but you definitely made him laugh.

And the Horangs? This guy realized in the bar that you're not an easy thing. Of course, he saw the impression you made on his great friend. And he also understood how difficult it would be for Koenig now. As soon as his reaction to you is noticed by others, he will not be able to avoid jokes and ridicule, especially from Kruger. these two will get rid of the word altogether. But Horangi will try to help his socially anxious friend in any way he can.

Koenig, who wants to fall into the ground. The giant didn't dare look at you before he left, and something told him that you definitely weren't looking in his direction. Oh, he's going to have to figure out how to apologize. And be sure, it will happen soon.

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verdantcreek · 1 month

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gold star for effort! ⭐️

she’s so silly and underrated can we as a fandom please recognize the female operators more 🙏

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nvirskies · 5 months

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v. garza - last one open

warnings: angst: hurt/no comfort, mentions of alcohol, being drunk, predatory behaviors while drunk (nothing graphic or explicit), hidden relationships, vague allusions to past sex (never gets into it), assumed death of a loved one, fem reader (no use of y/n) summary: former especiales!r opens a food stall, the only one left with business hours into the early morning. a group of drunk men stumble in one night, and an unlikely woman with them.

word count: 1.4k

taglist: @lesvii

a/n: oh no my finger slipped and i wrote another angst piece, whatever shall i do? i wrote this instead of my overdue english essay

men, nsfw, non-sapphic, 16- / 21+ dni

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It was a long night, especially being the last food stall open this early in the morning. Even the military couldn’t prepare you for the absolute mental and physical drain of owning and working your own food stall, since everything was already prepped and provided for you. There was no need for pitched-up, bubbly “customer service” voices that exhausted you beyond belief to keep up. No need to plaster a smile onto your face as inebriated men all tried (and failed) to shoot their shot with you, their words slurring together and eyes crossing. You almost missed the routine and the rigid structure of it all.

Almost.

There was one big factor that was the main driving force in why you had left the armed forces.

Valeria.

You two held a bond that was certainly more than friends, but never had the time to define it. Stolen kisses behind closed doors, nights spent sneaking into each others’ rooms in the barracks, always having your and her uniform patches swapped, always finishing training first before everyone and heading to the showers together, only for you to emerge flushing redder than the arroz rojo served in the mess hall.

You swore up and down to your bunkmates that you showered only in cold water, mumbling some excuse about it being better for your skin and scalp. But you never offered up any explanation as to why you didn’t smell like body wash or shampoo, and instead of a very distinct cologne.

On the outside, you and Valeria seemed like the closest of friends. It was only natural, especially being the only two women in the Especiales, that you would become fast friends. That was all that anyone ever saw. Two women, in the prime of their lives, forming an inseparable bond reinforced by the camaraderie and patriotism of being part of Mexico’s most elite fighting force.

But it all came to a grinding halt one fateful day. She had been called out as a member of the RED Team for a mission. She never disclosed where, when, or why she was leaving, only that it would be soon, and quickly changed the subject with a chaste forehead kiss.

One morning, you had woken up to an empty bed. Her things were all as she had left them the night before, scattered around the floor, seemingly as if she had never left. Her uniform was still on the floor in a crumpled heap, her boots unlaced, and her stack of hair ties still looped around one end of the metal bedpost. The unopened bottle of her cologne was still in your bag, having been placed there the night before. But she was missing, nowhere to be found.

Later that week, after being denied time and time again by your superiors in your near-frantic requests to communicate with her via the radio you knew never left her belt, there was a small, white envelope pushed under your door with your name on the outside of it, written in her signature scratchy handwriting. That, alone, was enough to send you into a fit of tears and uncontrollable sobs as you just stared at the envelope in your trembling hand. You knew letters like this were only ever given to soldiers who had just lost a loved one, whether they were on or off-duty.

The sound of the bell attached to the shop’s door jingled, snapping you out of the melancholic haze of memories that you had nearly lost yourself in moments earlier. Your head snapped up and at attention, watching with keen eyes as a group of very intoxicated men stumbled in and seated themselves at the high stool seats at the counter.

Even as they were presumably parts of the same group, there was one thing that stood out about all of them: they all were armed to the teeth, even donning bulletproof vests with rounds of bullets clinking together in a compartment on their utility belts. The sounds of loud, raucous laughter floated through the small area, mixing with slurred words and vague gestures from the men.

You stood there, behind the counter with your hands firmly in your pockets as you surveyed them all carefully, analyzing their mannerisms and how they seemed to be just a tad too confident at this time of night, drunkenly traipsing around. Plastering your signature customer service smile on your face before approaching the men with a notepad in one hand and a pen in the other, twirled around between your fingers in an intricate pattern. That pattern had been taught to you by Valeria while the two of you were still in boot camp and bored during the class lectures, but the habit stuck. “Are you gentlemen ready to order, or do you need more time?” you question, all of their heads turning to look at you with gazes that weren’t unfamiliar. These same gazes you had endured for years, all too aware of the way their eyes raked up and down your body in the shirt and sweatpants you had decided to wear.

What they failed to see, in their collective drunken stupor, was the strength of a fine-tuned human weapon underneath the facade of a smiling woman. It might have been years since you had left the military, but your skills were just as sharp as ever. You might have had a bit more muscle definition in the past, but the quiet strength was still there, lurking just under the surface.

Suddenly, another jingle from the door catches your attention as a head of familiar black hair and a husky laugh you had sworn you wouldn’t ever hear again, rang out. “Boys, mamí’s here!”

In an instant, your hand stills, the pen that was spinning atop it falling to the tiled floor with a sharp clatter. Thoughts raced through your mind at the all-too-familiar sound of the woman’s laugh, rich, full, and husky in all the right ways. The laugh you hadn’t heard in years. The laugh that both haunted and soothed your dreams.

It was her. Valeria Garza. The woman you had assumed to be dead for the past six years, alive, well, and seemingly happy, stood behind you. She was oblivious to your identity, only registering a vague familiarity upon seeing your back and hair. You didn’t even have to turn around to know it was her.

There’s a soft grunt from behind you as she squats down to pick up the pen that you had dropped onto the floor, and a tap on your back accompanied by a soft request. “Ma’am? I think you dropped this pen-” she begins, but she’s quickly shut up as you turn around to face her.

Her face, etched into your memory, was just the same as you remembered, but now with a few new smile lines around her eyes and some eye bags underneath those midnight eyes of hers. Eyes that you had gotten lost in, once upon a time, now stared back at you in silent shock.

“Val-?” you all but choke out, incredulously. She greets your own shock with a similar expression of your own, every last bit of her previously confident and jovial manner gone within an instant. “Gatita-?” she questions, the old nickname that she used to call you slipping out just as easily as it had in the past.

Any and all resolve in your body crumbles, and you take the pen from her hand, blinking back tears. Tears of unresolved grief, anger, joy, and betrayal. They threaten to spill, but you clear your throat and turn your attention back to the notepad in your hand, watching as she sits herself down on one of the stools alongside who you can only assume are her friends or colleagues. The cold military disposition takes over, thinly veiled by a mask of polite professionalism, the smile on your face wavering slightly.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m suddenly feeling unwell. I’ll have another server out here to help you in just a moment,” you mumble, rushed and apologetic, but not quite knowing who you were apologizing to before setting the pen and notepad down on the counter and sprinting to the back door of the establishment, all but slamming it open. You didn’t dare look back, knowing full well that Valeria would be staring at you, surprise and guilt etched into her features.

#🖋️ nvir writes #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x fem reader #el sin nombre #valeria mw2 #cod mw2 #valeria garza cod #valeria x reader #valeria cod #kortac operators #cod mwii #los vaqueros

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kortacqueen · 11 months

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MORE MORE MORE KORTAC INSPIRATION HAS HIT LETS GO

Hutch, my man, is a computer genius

However his true power remains long unknown UNTIL a bet comes around

During one of the team game nights, König loses and is forced to reveal a story about a scar not gotten in the field

He shares a long scar running up his forearm and says it’s from a dirt biking accident, mentioning that there may be footage of it somewhere

He doubts anyone actually saw it since it was only aired locally

Hutch says ‘if I find it, can I show it to everyone?’

König responds (he is a little drunk) ‘I bet you can’t find it, but if you do I’ll owe you one favor AND tell you another story of a scar, just you.’

Time passes and people move on. It’s a while before they are all able to have a full team game night together

Before they can start, Hutch gets them all to the rec room, his computer hooked up to the TV

A long video file ready to play as everyone sits down.

‘I win our bet König’ was the only warning everyone got before Hutch started a video of a 15 year old König dirt bike racing in the mountains on old footage.

Clear as day, near the end battling for 1st, a kid nicks König’s bike and he falls off the hill into the deep mud on his arm

Quickly getting back up, he fights for the top spot. In the final stretch, König passes the kid and flips him off

Then proceeds to mock him while on the podium with his still bleeding arm, gesturing that he’s crying then laughs and points

Safe to say a fight broke out and the footage cut off

Hutch was standing there a little to proud of himself, and he does receive his special story

Out of solidarity, he has not looked at anyone’s search history on base.

Hutch, Declan, Oni, Roze, Zeus, and Horangi are great singers and have amazing range

Stilletto, Zero, and Askel should never be allowed to sing and aren’t banned but they will get glares

All of KorTac are a little sadistic in battle, but there is definitely a range.

Surprisingly König, Stiletto, and Oni are at the top of this list. Callisto is the only one who will force them to stop.

Oni can, will, and has cut off arms with his katanas just to leave them to bleed out

König likes to use a sledgehammer when available, he swings so it hits the enemy��s head but there is usually a wall of floor to meet them.

He has a biting problem too. If you put your hand on or near his mouth he will bite you through the mask if need be, fingers have been lost and König thinks it’s hilarious.

All of them carry a spare balaclava in case comeones is ripped, most often Horangi’s or König’s.

Some of them take medication for many things

Most for PTSD and depression, König for those and anxiety and insomnia (caused by his anxiety and depression)

The man is bad WITH his medication, without it he is so much worse. As an unmedicated kid who needed meds, he would hardly leave his room and would panic attack upon returning

The days that he misses, he locks himself in his room and cries all day

Though one of the lesser religious of the group, Klaus embodies the Christmas spirit the most

Though, he acts more like a demented Santa

Singing carols with twisted lyrics as he completes his missions, finishing with a ‘ho ho ho, and have a merry Christmas in hell’

He gained an affectionate nickname of ‘Krampus’ given to him by Fender and König who grew up with it.

It was not out of kindness or humor that they gave him this name like everyone believes.

To strengthen his bond with the name, he researched several different traditions over many countries with the creature and began to terrorize them all.

Fender and König were terrorized the most and their childhood trauma/fear was used against them.

Declan found this especially funny. You could tell Klaus just pranked them is Declan was seen with tears in his eyes.

Eventually, Fender and König call him Krampus throughout the year, while the rest stick to just Christmas time.

Zeus, although very polite, can be incredibly judgemental.

If someone eats something he deems as disgusting, he’ll scrunch up his face and give this horrified look.

This look has spared no one and made several people cry.

The reveal of König as a Colonel had shaken everyone. Apparently Zero was the only one who guessed right but was under the impression König had no idea how he got there

Which, to be fair, is kinda true

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tesalicious2 · 1 year

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More Kortac:

König gets along really well with Askel and Klaus for obvious reasons. If any of them heads home, they’ll bring back the good beer and treats that they all know

Everyone will eat whatever is in the fridge, nothing is safe. Maybe if it has a not from a family member will some of them leave it alone. But that is no guarantee.

Horangi, in an attempt to ‘chill Oni out’, slipped marijuana drops into his tea and got him high as hell.

Oni laid on the common room couch for 6 hours without moving and said the weirdest shit.

Horangi was there the whole time and loved every moment, unfortunately, some others didn’t agree

Declan, Stilletto, Askel, Klaus, and Horangi openly laughed while Calisto and Zero were the only ones who didn’t find it funny at all

Oni quickly got Horangi back by replacing some of his nice kimchi with weird cheap stuff he found for online. He mixed it together to blend the flavors

At dinner that night, Horangi got half way through before leaving to throw up. Oni laughed the whole time

Horangi quickly returned to dinner and tackled him over the table, attempting my to shove some of the bad kimchi down his throat.

The yelling foreign languages at each other was funny. Mostly since it was Oni mocking Horangi and Horangi yelling rather than vice versa.

Horangi has seen everyone’s face, mostly because he doesn’t knock and has weird hours

This includes Ghost, even if they only worked together for a week

Fender is the only one who’s seen almost everyone’s face because they showed it to him willingly, König will wear a medical mask but won’t show his face

The medics know a lot of secrets about everyone, not important ones though, very stupid ones

Know Roze stole a loaf of bread from her family’s kitchen when she was 8 and felt bad so she tossed it in a lake

Know Zero once a had a crush on a middle school girl when he was in elementary and tried hard to get her attention but failed miserably

They won’t tell anyone because of Patient-Client Confidentiality and consequently become the secret keepers of the group

König only one who has seen Fender’s face.

KorTac tries to have dinner together and push the tables into a square, it’s really fun and they have game night (without gambling)

König has the highest tolerance and is has never gotten past drunk before.

He doesn’t really get drunk, he just gets wobbly and that’s all. No one knew the first time til he tried to get up and immediately tripped over his own feet, stayed on the floor and groaned, saying ‘damn, drank to much’

No one could remember how much he drank that night.

Everyone once saw him have like 14 beers (he has his own stash from home that’s strong and no one else likes) and said he felt tipsy and didn’t know his limit

Declan and Oni come in close second and Declan will brag about this to anyone who listens

Stilletto and Horangi are third but they don’t really care. Calisto, Zero, and Gromsko are the same way but have a lower tolerance

Zeus is really bad at drinking games and refuses to play, so they don’t really know his limit

He has admitted to being in the third place group, much to Declan’s amusement

Hutch has hacked into devices with weird search history’s. He doesn’t talk about it but if drunk enough he will tell some of the weirder non sexual ones.

Though, there are a few he will never speak of because thinking about them makes him shiver.

#headcanon #kortac #könig #Horangi #rozlin roze helms #calisto allard #cod hutch #declan o'conor #hiro oni watanabe #cod zeus #fender takacs #cod askel #cod Klaus #cod zero #I love them #crack #pry them from my cold dead hands #cod Stilletto #kortac operators

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seriously-mike · 9 months

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Stiletto (knife-flirting with Valeria): Do you know what goes between fear and sex? König (popping up ass outta nowhere): FÜNF!

#call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #call of duty #modern warfare ii #COD MWII #Kortac operators #könig mw2 #könig #konig #salvatrice stiletto muselli #cod stiletto #cod konig

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cyxnidx · 7 months

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CALL OF DUTY MASTERLIST

- this is my call of duty(cod) masterlist. the characters below are who i write for. please ensure to read req. rules before sending something in!

; keegan, horangi, könig, simon 'ghost' riley, krueger, valeria, soap

Simon 'Ghost' Riley - (n)sfw hcs

Simon 'Ghost' Riley - Little Ones

König, Simon, Valeria, Soap - Lady Dimitrescu

Keegan, Horangi, Krueger, Alejandro - Lady Dimitrescu II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley - Wandering Eyes

Soap, Horangi, Keegan - Expressions

Simon 'Ghost' Riley - Just Like Your Father

König, Simon, Soap - Sharing Is Caring

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cod-dump · 6 months

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König publicly swore to his team if he ever met the Ghost in person he would wrestle him on site. When Ghost heard the rumor he loudly bragged that he could win in 5 minutes.

The 2 teams meet for a shared mission and these legends lock eyes for the first time in front of both teams. And immediately start acting like rival bull moose. Literally crashing heads like rams trying to pin each other to the ground. No finesse no words no posturing just grunting and wrestling like they gotta prove something. Idiot college fuckboi jock style.

All the on lookers are just 😐. Horangi is confused but not, gaz is struggling to comprehend, soap is stoked, and price is filing for retirement as it all goes down.

Turns out the 2 legends are pretty evenly matched and they are beyond pissed about it. An hour in and they are no closer to a victor. The teams now have a betting pool going and price has called Kate to convince her to accept his resignation right now please, I can't do this anymore.

-sorry this is long. It got away from me a little

Everyone thought it was a joke, that the rumor circulating about KorTac’s colonel wanting to wrestle 141’s Ghost upon first meeting, it couldn’t possibly be real. But it was, to Ghost at least. He wanted it to be real, he wanted the infamous Konig wanting to challenge him to a test of strength. It was a ego boost, it made him even more annoying.

“It’s not real, LT. Why would the colonel want to fight you?”

“Wrestle, Garrick! He sees me as a challenge!”

“Hmm, right…”

Soap wasn’t helping the situation, he was also convinced the rumor was true… or he wanted Ghost to go pick a fight with Konig, Gaz wasn’t sure which one it was, honestly. Price was only partially bothered by it, maybe because he believed it was just Ghost fucking around and that he actually wouldn’t go head to head with the colonel.

If only that was the case.

The chance of running into KorTac’s colonel while on the field was extremely low, but it still happened. Both teams froze in shock at the appearance of the other, and Konig immediately looked at Ghost before shoving his gun into the arms of the closest operator. The excitement that took Ghost as he all but threw his gun at Gaz before charging Konig.

“This isn’t fucking happening.”

It was. Ghost was currently trying to overpower Konig who was trying to throw him to the ground. The KorTac men and women just blinked before a couple took their phone out and started recording. Gaz wasn’t sure how to feel, just watching Ghost all too eagerly take on a literal mountain of a killing machine like a kid on Christmas while Soap cheered him on loudly.

Oh, Price walked off, too. Lovely.

#call of duty #modern warfare #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #cod könig #cod konig #colonel könig #john soap mactavish #john price #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #Drabble #kortac #kortac operators #clearing out the inbox

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lunarw0rks · 6 months

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I can't stop thinking about..... Ceo!Valeria fucking her poor young secretary.

Valeria at her 35y and the reader is still in her 20s! (23 if more specific), she can't be obsessed with her beautiful young secretary

Valeria couldn't stand seeing the other ceos drooling over her secretary. Something had to be done.

It's been done. It was possible to hear loud moans coming from the boss's office but no one dared to ask what was happening, Valeria penetrated three fingers deep into the young girl's poor pussy.

" Oh mi Corazon, You look so pretty." , Valeria said, feigning false compassion as she pushes her fingers even deeper inside her.

"When it comes to sticking your ass out for men, you're good, right? But now you're here begging me to set you free." She lets out a mischievous laugh as she slaps your thigh sharply.

"I bet we'll have plenty of time, cosa Bonita."

I'm shy writing this....(sorry if it's a bit confusing, English is not my first language)

i saw "english is not my first language" and knew this would hit. i was right. this is delicious and if u have more, don't be shy ;)

#ceo!valeria #valeria garza #valeria garza smut #valeria garza x reader #valeria mw2 #los vaqueros #kortac #kortac operators #mw2 #call of duty #rachel speaks #not writing

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blingblong55 · 8 months

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So, have you seen those 1-whore-1 hello kitty themed pins?

Yeah, grim have each member of the 141 a pin

And they had someone make WhoreTac pins, that are also hello kitty themed

Each member of KotTac for one, special delivered by Grim themselves

They had the biggest grin on their face after each member of their fam has a good chuckle out of the pins and gladly put them on

Scared some rookies by looking that happy and pleased with themselves, as grim only looks like that after a blood bath of a mission

I think what would make Grim be more...human is when they blush or gush over how KorTac and 141 are wearing the pins either on the inside of their helmet or like Soap, on his vest. He of course makes camouflage ones for their uniform but on base he wears the pink one.

Anything to make Grim happy and pleased. Horangi most likely sends Grim a picture of him back at his home country wearing the pin and doing a peace sign. Gaz wears one that matches his cap's colour but like soap, he wears the pink one on base.

Ghost pays Soap to make him an all black pin with the design Grim made for them because 'it fits my aesthetic'.

The poor recruits upon seeing Grim smile ran away thinking it was them who were to fall victim to whatever Grim was smiling about.

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sadist1224 · 2 months

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Нет предела моему хотению Mafia!141 AU

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Mafia!141 AU, в котором вы просыпаетесь привязанной к стулу, посреди какого-то склада с цепями и крюками, подвешенными к потолку. Вы не паникуете, нет. Вы достаточно раз оказывались в заложниках, чтобы понимать всю сложность вашей ситуации.

Первым делом вы пытаетесь определить ваше физическое состояние, отмечая, что старая рана на бедре ноет, а на щеке и скуле неприятная корочка, скорее всего из крови.

Теперь вы вспоминаете что произошло. Да, за вами гнались. Вас опрокинули на землю и ударили по голове. Но и вы, кажется, успели нанести несколько ударов по нападающему.

После, вы начинаете оглядывать пространство вокруг вас, отмечая, что здесь достаточно темно и сыро. Краем уха вы слышите шум, похожий на воду. Учитывая размеры ангара, сырость и шум воды, вы понимаете, что находитесь где-то у верфи.

Очень далеко от бара. Чужая территория. Мафия. Конечно, 141 и Лос Вакерос не единственные банды в вашем городе. Он достаточно большой, для нескольких группировок. Ох, если бы ты только все ещё служил в полиции...

Вы дёргаете руки, понимая, что они связаны веревками, достаточно туго, чтобы можно было вырваться. Через какое-то время вас привлекает звук шагов. Это группа людей, причем не маленькая.

В громким щелчком над вами включается лампа, но она находится достаточно высоко для в меру тусклого света. Вас теперь видно. Похитителей вы все ещё различить не можете, хотя вы точно уверены, что они прямо перед вами.

"Ты, кажется, не напугана." - говорит один из них. По небольшим теням вы предполагаете, что их пятеро.

"А я должна?" - отвечаете вы спокойно, глядя на темного человека перед вами. Пока что четко вы можете разглядеть только кожаные туфли и идеально выглаженные брюки темно-серого цвета.

Человек перед вами усмехается.

"Кениг, включи свет, пожалуйста." - говорит он же, и через секунду загораются ещё несколько ламп.

Вам не приходится щурится. Свет все ещё достаточно тусклый. Зато теперь вы точно видите их всех. Пятеро мужчин перед тобой, в костюмах, которые стоят в несколько раз больше, чем ваша зарплата. У троих из них лица закрыты масками. Человек, который общался с тобой стоит открыто, рукава его рубашки небрежно закатаны по локти, а жилет узко облегает талию.

И все пятеро, сволочи, капец какие привлекательные.

Но если до этого, вам казалось, что мужчины перед вами высокие, то человек, подошедший к ним сзади был выше всех их чуть ли не на голову. Его лицо закрывала непонятная черная ткань, оставляя на обозрения лишь голубые глаза. Он смотрел на вас недоверчиво, с прищуром. Тебе кажется, что ты ему не нравишься.

"И зачем я вам?" - ты решаешь прервать тишину. Все равно все шестеро осматривают тебя как антикварную игрушку на елке.

КорТак, которые похитили тебя для того, чтобы познакомиться! Познакомиться! Твоя челюсть чуть не упала на пол, а их главарь лишь посмеялся с твоего шокированного выражения лица!

Он представился Акселем, и ему было невероятно любопытно, почему это 141 и Лос Вакерос ошиваются в ничейной зоне.

Аксель, который ничуть не смущается твоих ругательств в их сторону, а лишь приказывает развязать тебе руки мужчине по имени Никто. Он извиняется за причинённый тебе ущерб, говоря, что их целью было только схватить тебя, а не навредить, но ты оказалась более бойкой чем они себе представляли.

Аксель представляет тебе Хоранги, Хатча, Никто, Крюгера и самого Кенига, который тебя и поймал.

Кениг, который не может справиться с твоим уничтожающим взглядом на него и смущенно отворачивается.

Он не хотел тебя бить! Тем более по лицу! Но видя на что ты способна в баре, он понял что будет не легко. Работа есть работа. Но, боже, этот синяк на твоем лице и рассеченная скула. Он чувствует себя и без того достаточно плохо. А тут ещё ты со своим взглядом полным злости.

Черт, он бы хотел с тобой познакомиться. По-нормальному, как обычные люди, но теперь, кажется, ты его не подпустишь.

Аксель предлагает отвезти тебя до твоего района, где они могли бы тебя высадить, но ты лишь фыркаешь, отказываясь. Ты не поедешь с бандитами, которые тебя похитили! Даже если они хотели просто познакомиться! Ты говоришь им что-то едкое на подобии: "Если вы так хотели познакомиться, можно было просто позвать на свидание, джентльмены, блин!", что опять забавляет Акселя.

Мужчина провожает тебя до выхода, держась рядом с тобой. Ты даже не позволяешь ему вызвать такси и идешь пешком до ближайшей остановки.

Вот же! А ты хороша! Аксель знал в каком напряжении была его команда, когда 141 внезапно начали активничать на ничейной зоне, и какого было его удивление, когда люди донесли ему о некой барменше, которая направила ружье в лицо Соупу! О, черт, как он хотел с тобой познакомиться. И его парни тоже. Гражданская, бросившая вызов одной из самых опасных группировок в городе! Да это кого угодно заинтересует! Поэтому, КорТаку нужно действовать быстро, может быть привлечь тебя на их сторону, сделать тебя их шпионом?

Крюгер и Никто, которые вообще сначала не поверили в твою стойкую бесстрашную натуру, считая тебя ещё одной "девочкой с переулка", которая осмелилась показать зубки. Они были уверены, что если припугнуть тебя, то ты сразу же свернёшься клубочком и расплачешься. Представь их удивление, когда ты не оправдала ожиданий?

Хатчу просто было любопытно, как и его командиру. У него не было ожиданий, но ты точно его повеселила.

А Хоранги? Этот тип ещё в баре понял, что ты непростая штучка. Конечно, он видел какое впечатление ты произвела на его большого друга. А ещё он понимал, как Кенигу теперь будет трудно. Как только его реакцию на тебя заметят другие, ему будет не избежать подколов и насмешек, тем более от Крюгера. Эти двое неладят от слова совсем. Но Хоранги постарается помочь своему социально тревожному другу чем сможет.

Кениг, который хочет провалиться под землю. Великан не рискнул посмотреть на тебя перед уходом, и что-то подсказывало ему, что ты точно не смотрела в его сторону. Ох, ему нужно будет придумать, как извиниться. И будь уверенна, это случится скоро.

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