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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 5 months

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Call of Duty: Self Aware AU: when you're playing the game, and notice how your operators seem to move on their own, but you attribute it to stick shift, but it's really them keeping an eye out for themselves even when you're not paying attention.

Call of Duty: Self Aware AU: when you take a quick break to scroll on tiktok, either alone or in a party with friends, and the operators on screen seem to... move a bit more than you've seen in other instances. Their sway is more aparent, their idles include more detail, but nothing too out of the blue.

Call of Duty: Self Aware AU: who make sure they get good kills and are always aware, keeping your K/D in the positives and always using their "in game" senses to be aware.

Call of Duty: Self Aware AU: Operators who pray to have a new, fashionable skin, just so you can play with them a little bit longer.

Call of Duty: Self Aware AU: who laugh at your curses and shit talk, enjoying when you speak your mind, or listening to music if you do, maybe even just listening to your breathing as you play.

Call of Duty: Self Aware AU: who gush when you fawn over them in new skins, or over your favorite ones, who can't hide their pleasure and smile. It's an idle, you think, but it's always very convenient that they do it "on time" after you compliment them.

Call of Duty: Self Aware AU: Operators who can't help but feel jealous when you favor more... popular operators. Ghost, Konig, Gaz, Soap, etc... they want to feel even a fraction of the praise you give them.

Call of Duty: Self Aware AU: Operators who seethe when their base skin isn't available in the more affordable packs, wanting to spend time with you and show off their skill instead of being stuck behind a locked screen...

Call of Duty: Self Aware AU: Operators who can't help but laugh anytime you play one of the guest operators, Niki, Snoop, Homeland, etc. It's so odd seeing them on a battlefield or even in the operator screen, but as long as you're happy, they adapt quickly.

Call of Duty: Self Aware AU: who up the ping on opposing teams, lag switching them, or even causing their games to crash just so you can secure the win. Any for you.

Call of Duty: Self Aware AU: who don't understand why their universe connects to yours through the game, but with this connection, they crave to bring you to their world. The fight that would ensue on who gets to keep you? That's something they know will come but refuse to accept.

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konigsblog · 9 months

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frustrated mornings with simon riley

simon will refuse to let you go in the morning. large, burly arms wrapped around your form, holding you close to his figure while he snored. even through sleep, his grip was iron; impossible to break free from, despite how he let his guard down.

you wanted to get up, the birds chirping was your awakening, the sun rising up and peaking through the blinds nearly blinding you, straight into your eyes, hiding in his chest. simon's aroma is specific; tobacco sticking to his clothes, a slight scent of musk and cedarwood from his cologne, comforting.

a small sound of frustration brought you back to reality, his eyes slightly open as he tiredly gazed at you; eyes full of adoration. simon only gripped you tighter, small giggles as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, huffing at your hair - the shampoo essence lingering. his touch was smoothed, playing with his hair gently as he fell back into a slumber.

the man now atop of you, impossible to push the weight off. he's too heavy - from muscle mass. you whimper, pushing him off before he grabbed your wrist. “no..- five more minutes, love..” he grumbled, and you knew it wouldn't just be ‘five minutes’, instead another hour or two, maybe three, maybe you should just spend the day together in bed, why not?

is there any place like home? home is being under his grasp, his body caging around you, protecting you from his nightmares that kept him awake at night, staring down at your and brushing the hair from your face as he checked your pulse for what felt like the a millionth time to simon. he couldn't control how his chest rised and dropped rapidly, cuddling into you, finding comfort in the fingertips running down his back, massaging the muscles from his aches and begging you to stay longer.

no place you'd rather be than with simon, protecting eachother from the wild nightmares and fears that took over one's mind, leaving eachother with swollen lips as you'd told eachother how much you truly need and love one another through words and tender kisses. kissing him 'til he passed out atop of you, the weight of the world atop of you - simon.

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kinky-thirsty-reader · 1 year

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~So sweet our boy keeping his food warm with the mask~

🍴Aching Cravings-series🥴#1

-hope you like this one <3 Took me so long and i just keep doing the same style I wanted to change haha :’) I want to do quantity and here i come doing pixel art with every single draw I beggin.

IMAGE EDITED (I felt like I just put a background and edit really quickly and it looked bad so i change it a little c: hope I make it better)

#cod mw2 #könig modern warfare #modern warefare ii #fanarts #könig #fanart #konig #konig fanart #konig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig x you #call of duty

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miserycanary · 26 days

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TAKE IT OR LEAVE HIM ᡣ𐭩 ⤷ next

pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & reader

synopsis: Ghost forgets your birthday

tag: slight slight angst

Hectic doesn’t begin to describe Ghost’s schedule, yet you accepted him with open arms. He needs to cut your dinner short because he’s needed back at the base? You nod with a smile full of understanding. He forgets a few chores and groceries because he’s piled up with tasks? You kiss his forehead and tell him it’s fine, and you just work around it and rush during your office breaks to do those tasks on your own. You’re exhausted from being held back at the office because the client changed their mind during the finalization, but you come home to a pile of dirty dishes and no dinner? You say you understand, washing up and going to bed while feeling your stomach grumble and waking up to wash the previous night’s dishes just to lessen Ghost’s worries.

You had no problem bending backwards just to accommodate him. You entered the relationship knowing about his schedule, so… were you really in any position to complain?

A few insignificant tasks and miniscule adjustments to your schedule were nothing; never once uttered a complaint because you understood. Why? Because Ghost always finds a way to make it up to you. Sending bouquets when you close a big deal, treating you to a fancy restaurant during your birthday (though he’s mostly never there to celebrate until the end), and gifting you branded things during your anniversaries… so, it was all okay….. ?

Yes, it’s fine if he never shows up for your dinner date because of work.

Yes, it’s fine that you spend most nights alone.

Yes, you can clean the house, shop for groceries, do the laundry, and cook for the both of you.

It was all okay. You were okay with it. You accepted it. You understood. You can do it. You’re fine. It’s all worth it. It’s not worth any trouble. It’s fine—

You snap back and all thoughts stop rushing into your head. Your phone blares an alarm with the words, ‘DATE NIGHT’, flashing on the screen. Right, it’s your birthday and Ghost promised he’d finally make it this time. So, you wore the prettiest dress, applied the most gorgeous (and time-consuming) makeup, and put on the cutest heels (your feet are getting blisters) because you wanted to spend this night with the man you love most on your Earth… who wasn’t by your side right now, but it’s fine.

The waiter approaches the table, asking you for what seems to be the 6th time that night if your company is coming because they’re about to close. Giving up, you offer an apologetic smile and gather your things. The walk out the restaurant was embarrassing to say the least. Harsh winter air greets your face, your legs and arms trembling as you try to seek warmth from the take-out bag. You didn’t bring a jacket because, well, you thought Ghost would be there with you, but it’s fine.

The apartment door clicks open and a dark hallway awaits you. ‘Ah, he’s not here yet,’ you think to yourself, a pang of disappointment piercing your heart that raised its hope for one night. With a wince and a pained gasp, your heels come undone. Muted footsteps along the wooden floorboards as you strip out your clothes and wash up. You resign the night with your lover nowhere to be found— once again, but it’s fine.

Morning dawn cracks through your curtains with a familiar arm around your waist and familiar dip on the mattress. You blink your sleepiness away, taking in every detail of your Simon’s face in the morning. Like he has a third sense, he wakes and stares back at you. First smiles of the day are shared between you two but you expected more. Nothing too grand. Maybe an apology and a greeting? Yet the day goes by with receiving neither, but it’s fine. Maybe the next day’s the charm?

Nothing.

Irritation towards your lover is a rare occurrence with your endless patience and never-ending understanding of his situation. You still held hopes that maybe he’d finally realize his slip-up, but what did you come home to? Dirty dishes. A pile of them.

“Ah, sweetheart. You’re home,” he kisses your cheek and presses your waist close to him like usual. The scent of whiskey and cigar lingers on his clothes— a scent you usually adore but now only fuels your anger. “Si, what’s this?” you ask, trying to keep your frustration at bay as you point to the sink. “What? Oh, noticed ‘ya didn’t make dinner so I ate what’s ever left,” he answers cooly like there’s nothing wrong.

“... do you mean you ate my lunch for tomorrow?”

“That yours? Sorry, baby. ‘Ya can jus’ make another one, and one for me.”

You pull away, slapping his face with tears rushing down your face. Ghost looks at you with shock and confusion which angers you further. How can he not realize why you’re mad?

“Woah, woah. What’s wrong, doll?”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT. Oh, my fucking God, Simon. You’re really asking me that?” you run your fingers through your hair, screaming at his face and throwing your purse at him. “What’s wrong?? You tell me! I slave away at this goddamn house. I go to bed with my bones feeling like weights because I keep cleaning after your mess, but it’s fine! Because you were busy, I understood.”

Tension builds in the air as everything you’ve held back poured out of you. “I never complained because I told you I was fine with your schedule when we first started dating. I fucking bend my body backwards and did everything for you LIKE A MAID. And you have the audacity to ask me what’s wrong? You don’t even ask me how my day went. Asking me to cook for you like I’m just a housekeeper? YOU DON’T EVEN DO ANYTHING FOR ME.” You stomp over to his face, glaring with hatred as you spat out your next words. “Just a fucking reminder that I am your girlfriend. I am not here to clean up after you.”

“Did I ask you to?” he snaps back, returning the same vile stare. “You’re whining about working around the house like I asked you to. Let’s be clear that I never forced you to do these shits around the house.”

“You didn’t have to! You just kept piling up dishes and clothes, leaving a messy trail behind you because you know you expect me to do it for you!”

“And did those come for free? I buy you everything you want on anniversaries and birthdays. You act as if you come for cheap,” he scoffs.

"WELL, GUESS WHAT? YOU FUCKING FORGOT IT THIS YEAR,” you finally confess through sobs. Realization dawns upon your lover, evident on the way his face drops. He tries to approach you but you step back.

“I waited for you like a fool because you promised. I-.. I.. had to tell the waiter 5 times that you were coming because they were on the verge of throwing me out. Did you know how embarrassing it was for me? I… I know I shouldn’t have kept my hopes up but I wanted to believe in you, but.. I’m tired.”

Silence blankets you both as every emotion rushes through your heart. Your throat felt raw and your head was getting heavy from all the crying.

“I’m done, Ghost. I’m tired," you whisper. Those words were simple but Ghost knew what lies underneath. You weren't tired of what you did for him. You were tired of him.

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141wh0re · 30 days

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Out of Pocket Shit w Y/N pt. 2

*Y/N drifting the Humvee in the desert of Urzikstan, Tokyo Drift thumping over the intercom*

*Soap sitting in the passenger seat, hand firmly gripped on the handle*

Y/N: I WONDER IF YOU KNOW HOW THEY LIVE IN TOKYO

Soap: IF YOU SEEN IT, THEN YOU MEAN IT, THEN YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO GO

-Later in Price's office-

Y/N: Cap-

Price: Not a fuckin word, Sergeant.

Soap: But Cap-

Price: *deep inhale* Who the hell left you two with the bloody keys?!

Ghost: *glares at Y/N, mouthing* not a fuckin word.

Soap: It was Gaz!

Gaz: *bewildered* I DON'T EVEN HAVE ACCESS TO THE BLOODY KEYS! IT WAS GHOST.

Ghost: 👁️👄👁️

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princessdimondheart · 1 year

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Tells | Ghost x Secret Wife! Reader

Pairing: Ghost x f! Reader

Warnings: blood, wounds, pregnancy, 🥺

Edited: No

A/N: I really wanted to do my own take on this idea. Hope you like it.

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Johnny wasn’t sure how he hadn’t realized it before, after being introduced to his Lieutenant’s wife. There were small, subtle tells that gave away Ghost having a significant other, but he never put the pieces together. Honestly, Johnny was a little upset because he’s in the SAS- he should be able to see things like this.

The first time he noticed something was strange with Simon was when they were gathering their gear right before going to another mission. They were placing the last of their equipment into their bags. Simon had not put his black skeleton gloves on yet so his wrists were exposed. Johnny didn’t notice anything different until Simon rolled up his sleeves like usual. And there it was.

A hair tie.

He didn’t think much about it. Maybe he found it laying around the base. No. That would be weird and there weren’t that many women frequenting the same places as Simon anyways.

Could he be using it to snap at his wrist when or if he got anxious? Nah.. Ghost stays focused on missions. Johnny doubted Ghost would let anxiety pull a fast one on him in the field.

Oh! Simon is definitely growing his hair out. Johnny wondered if his balaclava was comfortable with long hair. So he pointed it out.

“Growing your hair out L.t.?” His lips curled into a little smirk.

Simon looked up from the full magazine in his hands. Only his eyes gave away his confusion. “No? Why?”

“Your hair tie.” Johnny nodded to his right wrist. “Never took ya for a purple-wearin’ kind of guy, sir.”

Ghost blinked at his Sergeant and then glanced to his aforementioned wrist. Sure enough a bold purple hair tie was bound to his lower arm. Simon was sure he had removed it before leaving home earlier that day.

“Oh… must have forgot.” Simon spoke absentmindedly. He was remembering his wife. He had gotten home before her and when she came he helped her remove her ponytail, completely forgetting about the hair tie once their kisses got the better of them.

Simon didn’t say anything else, so Johnny shrugged it off and continued filling his bag with ammunition. Not even two minutes after he forgot what they were talking about when Captain Price called them over.

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The next time something was different with Ghost, Johnny wasn’t even the one who noticed it first. It was Gaz who pointed it out.

After a long and hard mission, Task Force 141 had finally arrived at base. The team desperately needed showers, so right after hoping off the helicopter everyone went straight to their barracks.

After their most loved showers everyone went to the mess hall for some real food and not the field MREs they had been eating for the past few weeks. There Kyle had already gotten his portion of food and was digging in. Soap and Price were sitting across from him too, but no Ghost in sight. Simon came in almost halfway through their dinner and sat next to the young Sergeant. The food on his tray was not being eaten.

That’s when Kyle smelled it. A fruity smell was wafting from the freshly showered SAS powerhouse next to him. Ghost smelled of fresh cut pomegranates and some other fruit notes. It took him by surprise. Kyle would have normally pictured Ghost as a strict standard-issue soap kinda user, not a fruity one.

“Did they change the regular soaps, sir?” Gaz took the risk.

Johnny had finished chewing and looked up at his L.t. and Kyle with a questioning look. Then he leaned forward on the table to take a sniff.

“Is that pomegranate, L.t.?” Johnny chuckled. He’d take any chance to tease his superior.

Ghost gave them a subtle glare. He had hoped no one would have noticed his mistake. He’d been in a hurry to leave home and well…

“I grabbed the wrong bottle.” He deadpanned then turned to Price, who was shaking his head in disapproval at the two, to ask about any new leads. Clearly, the conversation was over.

~~~~~

The third time was when their mission went FUBAR. Ghost and Soap had gotten separated from Captain Price and Gaz when their enemies tried to ambush them. In the chaos Soap was shot in the leg, but with Ghost’s help, he was able to escape and hold out until it was safe enough for them to head to the rendezvous point for extraction.

Now that they were relatively safe, Ghost was searching his packs for supplies to help Johnny with. Johnny wasn’t particularly paying too much attention to what he was doing since he was bleeding out and moaning in pain, but he definitely noticed when Ghost used a tampon to plug the gunshot wound in his thigh.

“Fuckin’ hells, Ghost! Where’da fuck yous get a bloody tampon from!?”

“It’s an essential tool for survival.” He honestly had no idea how that slipped into his med pouch. Johnny guessed it was so if Ghost had said it.

~~~~~

Next time they were somewhere in Africa, most definitely melting with the heat. A great bonding experience for the two of them. Their only relief was a slow moving breeze. Soap and Ghost were staking out one of a known terrorist cell’s many compounds. All was quiet for now.

“Johnny?” Ghost didn’t move from his position, eyes dead on his scope.

Johnny looked over. “Yeah, L.t.?”

“Once we’re done here, I’m taking you somewhere important. Keep your schedule clear.” Simon’s deep voice sounded out softly.

“Oh… alright.” He didn’t know what to say. “Okay. Definitely, Simon.”

He looked back towards the compound. Simon had glanced at that moment to see his little smile. His eyes crinkled.

~~~~~

True to his word, after their stakeout mission was completed, Simon hauled Johnny into his car and began to drive them to who knows where. All Johnny knew was that the drive took several hours from their base in London to wherever they were in the countryside.

They were nearly at their destination when Simon pulled them into a long driveway and pressed a button controller on his shade that opened the metal gates. Going through, the road was surrounded by open pastures on both sides. When Johnny looked around more closely he noticed a few horses, and, was that a cow? They were grazing on the lush grass. Was his L.t. taking him to a farm?

“Where are we, sir?” He had to ask.

“You’ll see, Johnny.” Simon had slowed down so as to not spook any of the animals grazing.

Two minutes later and the car pulled up to a nice two-story cottage home. It was made from stone and appeared to be like a fairy tale type of house. Johnny quite liked the look of it. He noticed that the lights were on.

Simon opened the locked door, then took off his skull balaclava. It was clear that he was comfortable enough to forego it. “I called ahead, so dinner should be ready soon.”

Dinner? Who’s made them dinner? Johnny didn’t question him and just nodded. Simon stepped inside, none of the wooden boards squeaked when he walked in them unlike when Johnny stepped on them. His steps alerted the person in the kitchen. A delicious smell was coming out in soft waves. The person poked their head out to see who was there. They weren’t worried because they knew that only Simon had the extra key.

“I’m home.” Johnny noticed a softness in his voice that he hadn’t heard before. Simon’s large frame was blocking his view of the person. A dog suddenly burst from the kitchen barking at Simon before realizing who he was. It sat down when he started to pet him, his butt wiggling with the fast beat of his tail. Cute. Then the dog, a German shepherd, turned to him and started sniffing him with caution. Johnny let him sniff his hand and after a bit he licked his hand and wagged his tail. Approved.

“Welcome home, Simon!” The person’s voice was distinctly feminine. Johnny had moved closer to Simon and the kitchen, so when the woman fully came into view he saw her right away.

She went in for a hug and that’s when Johnny noticed a small, yet significant distance between the two. She was pregnant and her baby belly was making it a little harder to hug her. But that didn’t stop Simon from embracing her as tightly as he could. When her hand came up to rest against Simon’s shoulder, Johnny noticed again the large diamond on her ring finger.

“L.t.?” The two lovers separated to look at him.

“Johnny, come meet my wife.” Simon gave him a knowing nod which Johnny instantly returned.

He almost couldn’t believe it. His L.t. had brought him home to see his little family. Johnny almost choked up upon realizing the significance of Simon trusting him with this information. Right then and there, Johnny gave Simon a mental promise to help keep his family safe, no matter what.

Bonus:

“Oh! The baby is kicking! Want to feel ‘em, Johnny?” Simon’s wife asked.

“Oh, sure! If that’s alright with you?” She took his larger hand in answer and placed it near the top of her baby bump. A few kicks hit his hand. They were rather strong kicks too. Definitely a football star, or another SAS kid, in the making.

“Woah!” Johnny exclaimed. Then, turning to his L.t. who was watching them interact, his mouth turned into a wide grin. “Does that make me their uncle, Simon?”

“Don’t push it, MacTavish.” His wife giggled.

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ghosties--writing · 4 months

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Graves who has a crush on you and asks Price about you…

Graves: Have they asked about me?

Price: Yes, I believe their exact words were ‘What can I do to get him to leave me alone?’

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thephant0menace · 1 year

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| Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley head cannons

Comfort

Warnings: strong language, crying, Wife!reader x Husband!Simon Riley, FLUFF🤭

Nothing was going right for you today…

Everything was just pissing you off and by the end of the day you just wanted to curl up in your bed and cry.

It was a rainy Tuesday night and you were a wandering around the kitchen, cleaning and sipping on some tea when your husband came home from work.

“Hey love…” he sighed as he slips his mask off his face. He was clearly tired from a long and rough day at the base.

You just grumbled out a quiet ‘hi’ as you finished wiping the kitchen bench down.

Simon scoffs, a little surprised at your grumpy answer.

“What the fucks up your ass tonight?” He smirks, walking over towards you with his arms out to hug you.

You just glare up at him angrily before storming off to your shared room.

Simon stands there confused and a little concerned. He’s never seen you so cold and angry towards him before.

Meanwhile you are laying, face down in your bed and sobbing.

You couldn’t handle the stress of the day anymore and you just snapped.

After a few minutes you hear the bedroom door creak open and a pair of heavy footsteps entering the room.

You feel the bed dip next to you and that’s when you lift your head.

You look up at Simon with tears streaming down your red and puffy cheeks.

He puts a hand on your back, his thumb gently rubbing small circles.

Part of him feels awkward and a little confused on what happened or what he did but the other half feels sympathy and a need to hold you and make you feel better.

Simon clears his throat, “do you, uh…want me to stay or go?” He asks a little unsure of what to do.

You pout your lips, attempting to hold back tears before choking out a broken ‘stay’ and reaching your arms out to hug him.

He pulls you onto his lap, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you continue to sob.

His hands wrap around your waist, rubbing soft circles on your back.

“Rough day?” He asks softly.

You nod, whimpering softly.

“Me too, lovie…me too. Its okay…it’ll be okay.”

Your crying and whimpering slowly comes to a stop and you feel your body relax into your husbands arms as he places soft kisses on your head.

“M’sorry Simon,” you sniffle, looking up at him.

“No need to be sorry, sweetheart…we all have our days.” He whispers soothingly, gently brushing fallen strands of hair out of your face.

“What do ya say we relax in bed and watch a movie or somethin’? Maybe we can order food.” He gives you a playful smile.

The rest of your night was spent cuddled up to Simon, eating take out while watching the most cheesy roncoms you could find.

Moments like these were so precious to both you and Simon.

Just spending time together like a normal couple and enjoying each other’s presence.

A/N: SO SORRY I HAVEN’T POSTED IN AGES!!! I’ve been so busy with dancing and school and work, and on top of that the 400 assignments I have due…but I had to make time to do things I enjoy like writing. So I hope you enjoyed this little scenario I came up with <3

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1whore1gang · 6 months

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“You okay honey?”

Inspired by this post

Summary: the TF141 boys play rock, paper, scissors to determine who will play the role of the doting yet protective boyfruend for you tonight so pervs don’t come flirt with you

It’s short, but my brain isn’t working lately

warnings: some sexual content

“Guys come on, seriously.” I stared on as Price and Soap were in the ‘finals’ of their competition to see who’d be your fake boyfriend tonight at the bar. Price cheers as he finally defeats Soap, wrapping his arm around you and placing a sweet kiss to your temple.

This had been an ongoing thing with the four of them since you had an altercation with a creep at a bar and had to punch said dude in the face. The boys didn’t want you to worry about that anymore, so they always play the role of the protective boyfriend/fiancé/husband for you. It’s worked well so far, so you can’t complain.

You also won’t complain about the attention you get from them.

Each man had a different way, each with their own pros and cons.

Gaz was sweet and affectionate, and he was calm of a guy were to come up to you. He handled everything with grace, but he wasn’t too keen on being super touchy. He’d compliment you, stand behind you during conversations and maybe place a hand on your tight, but that was all.

Ghost, was hardly a boyfriend type. He didn’t ever touch you, unless you physically forced his hand into yours, and even then he’d tense at the action. As much as he cared and wanted to protect you, he wasn’t there to pretend to be your boyfriend, he was there to pummel any man who looked in your direction.

Soap, he was so much fun when he was your fake boyfriend. He was touchy, clingy, fiesty and all over perfect. He was always by your side, hands around your waist, lips pecking your neck lightly, teasing you. That was his approach, he’d tease you all night, make you want him. Most of the time, the moment you both left the bar, you’d burst out laughing at how you two acted, but there’s been some nights you ended up in his bed.

Price, was a beautiful fake lover. He was sweet and tender. He catered to you and always had a hand on you, silently claiming you as his to everyone in the bar. He’d whisper sweet nothings in your ear when he saw another man looking, making you squirm. He was your favorite by far, the way he so gently held you, kissed you. His actions were tender, the fire only showing up if a man wouldn’t leave you alone.

“You ready doll?” Price’s voice sounded out. You nodded, leaning into him.

You all headed out to the bar, the night going wonderfully. You had beaten Ghost in a game of pool, had the bartender buy you all a round of shots, and more. The music had you swaying your hips as you lined up your shot in pool. You were against Soap now, the championships.

You were lining up to hit the 8-ball, your jeans tightening around your ass when you felt a pair of strong hands grope you. You smiled, prepared to see Price, but before you could turn around, your eyes met all 4 men across the table from you. All four of them looked angry. You fully stood up, turning around to see an older man, maybe a couple years older than Price looking down at you seductively. “Can I help you?”

“Your ass looked to delicious, I couldn’t help myself.” He licked his lips.

“I suggest you back off.” Your voice was matter of factly.

“Why? You gonna hurt me? A little thing like you?” He cooed. I couldn’t help but laugh at the man. “What’s so funny?” He smiled.

“I won’t hurt you, but they will.” Throwing my thumb over my shoulder to the four men.

“You okay honey?” Price’s voice purred beside me, his hand landing on my back.

The guy looked up to Price, who towered over him. “I don’t know, am I?” I said, smirking at the man.

“I was just telling her how pretty she looked.” He gulped.

Price chuckled. “By grabbing her ass? Nuh uh.” Price stepped forward. “Let’s go have a little talk.” Grabbing the man’s arm, he took him outside of the bar.

Soap ran to you, asking if you were okay. You smiled and nodded your head. “Yeah I’m okay Johnny.” You patted his bicep.

Ghost and Gaz stood by the pool table, watching everyone’s things, including Price’s car keys and your purse.

Soon, Price waltzed back into the bar. His hips swaying as he sauntered back over to you, swooping his arm around your waist and pulling you in. “He won’t be bothering you anymore.” He kissed the top of your head as you returned to your pool tournament.

A couple of weeks later, you were all out a new bar across town, Soap’s arms wrapped around your waist as you spoke to some people. He had won the rock, paper, scissors that night. Your eyes widened as you heard a familiar voice, “You!”

Your face turned as Soap straightened up to his full height, one of his hands remaining on the small of your back. Your eyes met the man from the bar that night with Price. “Who’s this man? You get around fast.”

His voice was confident, like he had caught me doing something wrong. I looked at Soap, who looked ready to pounce. The fire was in Soap’s eyes as he bared his teeth in a smile. “You like my lady? Like what you see?”

“She’s a fiery one she is, just look at her.” The man bit his lip as he made a curve motion with his hands to simulate the shape of your hips. Soap let out a low chuckle.

“Any man knows you don’t answer that question honestly.” He dead panned, Soap’s voice deadly. “Why don’t I make this easy on you and let you walk away unharmed?”

The other man licked his lips, unmoving. Soap took a step forward, his hand sliding off of you as he stood just next to you, his size defined next to you.

“Either you walk away or you never walk again.” Soap growled.

The man quickly cowered, eyes widened. “Where do you find these men?” He shouted before scampering into the crowd.

“Thank you.” I said, kissing Soap. He was always much more willing to do PDA than the others, really making it believable to those in the bar that you were a couple.

“Anything for you my dear.” Soap said sweetly. “Shall we ditch this joint?”

I giggled, grabbing at his chest. “Are you gonna do that thing with your fingers again?” I bit my lip.

We heard someone clear their throat as we both backed away from each other, looking to the other 3 men. “We’re right here ya know?” Ghost spoke.

Soap and I laughed as the others bursted out in chuckles and smiles.

“Ya we know.” You said, earning some more chuckles out of the men and an ass grab from Soap.

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish #john price #cod mw2

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konigsblog · 7 months

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older boyfriend!könig headcannons

older boyfriend!könig who has you ride him. he adores seeing you in charge, but all nervous and shakey as you bounce down onto his huge girth. your lips parted and your eyes glistening as the tip prods against your cervix.

“that's it, liebling... taking it oh so well, aren't you, mäusi?” he groans out, both large hands gripping your hips tightly. you can feel each vein dragging against your warm walls, moaning out in euphoria as you tighten your core.

older boyfriend!könig loves having you suck him sloppily. a young thing on your knees before the experienced man, sucking his drooling tip while he pushes the back of your head and encourages you to take just a little bit more.

older boyfriend!könig is a huge tease, he rubs his wet tip against your clit, sensitive and needy. your moans come out stuttered, he chuckles at your wet state. he's the type to tease you for being so, so sticky for him – he doesn't even have to use lube.

he rubs it back and forth, in small circles while you plead with him to fuck you nice and well. your pleads fall on death's ears as he ignores you and spurts thick seed all over your stomach.

and finally, older boyfriend!könig who adores morning sex. fucking you nice and well, teasing you for choosing someone as old as him instead of some respectful, college boy. he's so degrading and humilating that you're throbbing and pulsing around his thick, lengthy dick while he grinds further inside you.

“sweet engel, wouldn't you be better off with someone your age? or are you just so needy to be ruined by an older male, ja? dirty whore...”

#orla speaks #cod x reader #cod x female reader #cod konig #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig x reader #könig mw2 #i need him BADLY #x reader #cod smut #cod #call of duty #mwii #mw2 #modern warefare ii

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141wh0re · 2 months

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Incorrect COD Quotes ft. Y/N

Ghost, watching you eat in the infirmary after getting hurt on a mission: is it.. good?

Y/n, shoveling mouthfuls of slop: not at all.

Price: .. but you're eating it like it's the second coming of food.

Y/n: right now, this mystery slop is Jesus Christ and I'm the Romans.

Soap: I'll be judas!

*collective gasp from Gaz & Y/n*

Gaz: the ultimate betrayal.

Ghost, whispering to Price: is it too late to pull the plug?

Price: she literally just woke up, Ghost.

Ghost: meant on all of em.

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#cod x reader #tf 141 #tf 141 x reader #incorrect quotes #incorrect cod quotes #john soap mactavish #john price #ghost cod #cod quotes #modern warefare ii #modern warfare #cod mw3 #cod mw2 #cod mw x reader #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley

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stray-cat-with-internet-access · 2 months

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CollegeTeacher! Simon Riley

The type who sighs exasperatedly if you approach him during his break time so he can answer about something you didn´t understand about his class

He still helps you but is condescending with his responses, if you had paid attention to his class instead of daydreaming about him you wouldn't have any doubts now, don´t you think?

#samuel roukin #simon ghost riley #teacher ghost #college au #cod #call of duty modern warfare iii #call of duty #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #modern warefare ii #modern warefare 2 x reader #modern warfare #older man younger woman #older boyfriend Ghost

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k4marina · 1 year

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just some horny thoughts about our babygirl ghost 🫡

warning: smutttttt. grab y’all’s holy water (also not proofread pls don’t kill me 🙏)

simon loves you in his clothes, like i mean lovesss. i can imagine him coming home from a long a stressful day, walking into your shared bedroom wanting nothing more than to just hold and feel you close and he just sees you wearing his shirt.

something primal lights up in him when he sees you. it’s like another subtle way of him marking his territory on you. you’re his and his alone.

when he sees you in nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties, he’s rock hard. thoughts of the cuddles and nap that he was previously had in mind is quickly replayed by him wanting you underneath him, buried deep inside of you, hammering his hips into yours all while you wear nothing but his shirt.

just the thought of your scent mixing with his shirts scent is enough to make this man cream his pants. his hands underneath the shirt holding on your hips in a tight grip. or his hands traveling up and squeezing your breasts.

whenever you try to take off the shirt he quickly moves your hands away saying “no. i want you like this” watching you fall apart on his cock while wearing his shirt.

and dear lord don’t even get me started on you wearing his clothes out in public 😵‍💫

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #mw2 ghost #modern warefare ii #call of duty #cod mw2 #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #dear lord the things i would let this man do to me 🛐#i wanna scream #i want his kids #k4marinafics

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estesphantom · 13 days

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Ex-Husband John Price |

John Price headcanon

reader is she/her & works as a medic. John Price might be a little (insanely obsessed) love sick over his silly ex wife. He’s Joe Goldberg.

The two of you didn’t divorce because you fell out of love, or someone cheated, or any true “marital” problems many couples would divorce for. In fact, divorcing him killed you as it did him.

Being in the military is a job that is very demanding and although you knew of that when you married, you didn’t realize how much of an effect it had on the both of you. Though it was wrong, you felt like you could have more from a man that didn’t have a job that required more attention than your marriage did to him. John told you he understood your decision and respected you. He took weeks to sign the papers, though, with an excuse of being too busy.

The truth was that he let you divorce him because he knew you wouldn’t find a man that was better molded for you than he was. He was right. Of course he was.

“Mm, and how are you holding up, love?” he inquires while you fill up a pot of coffee in the break room. His eyes peered up at yours while you took a seat across from him on the couch. You two were making small talk and it had been only a few weeks after your divorce.

John let you keep the house, the dog, everything you would ask for. You felt guilty and pleaded with him to take something, anything he hadn’t already taken (which was only his clothes and documentations) but he refused. He wanted to prove he still respected and loved you after the divorce.

“Just fine. And you?” your delicate fingers rubbed your temples as you tried to free the stress from the first half of your shift. He stared at your badge which still had ‘DR. PRICE’ printed in bold black with a picture of your kind face above it.

“Good for you,” he smiles at you kindly, the same warm, handsome smile he’d given you a hundred times before and the first smile he’d given you when pronounced husband and wife. He didn’t answer the second part of your question.

Your attempts of finding a man that had enough time for you, or even any ounce of attraction towards you was rough. It seemed as if any man at work you would approach would dodge your attempts at flirting like the plague.

Men in the military were like starved lions; desperate, needy, and impulsive. You were a very attractive, young woman, which checked all of the boxes for the dogs working in the military. Hell, before you and the Captain became a thing, you had to bring pepper spray every day to make sure none of the men tried anything.

The absence of attention made you think. Then, you thought of your ex husband. The influence he has. His love that withstood signing the divorce papers and moving out of his home for your comfort and happiness.

You remembered the way he would make you promise you would never replace him. You remembered his vow to always look out for you and to never let anything become between you two. You remembered sleeping over at his apartment for the first time and finding a collection of your belongings that you thought went missing over the past few months. You remembered fiddling with the dusty mascara, the acrylic nail that had broken off during a date, the lipstick, the panties. You loved John because of how much he’d noticed of you and how much he loved you.

So, when your shifts were over and you were scrambling to find him, you felt mistaken for the divorce in the first place. Your feet stepped quickly as you called his name. His broad shoulders turned to face you and his facial expression immediately softened. Your heart slowed.

“Can you come home with me? There’s a- my air conditioning doesn’t really work anymore,” your face blushed up immediately as you came up with a dumb excuse on the spot. You wanted to slap yourself square in the face.

John chuckled. He was amused. He crossed his arms and cocked his head slightly to the side, staying quiet for a few seconds while contemplating his next move. He uncrossed his arms and grabbed his keys out of his pocket, using his free hand to pull your smaller hand into his. He saw right through you.

“Okay, love. It’ll cost you, though,” his thumb rubbed against yours as if it were always home for him. You hummed in response as he led you out of the base’s office to the car park where you would approach his car.

As you climbed into the car, you realized there truly wasn’t anyone out there who was meant for you the way John Price was.

His love wasn’t obsession, it was gratitude.

Right?

#john price #captain john price #john price x reader #task force 141 #fanfic #captain price x reader #captain price x you #john price x you #call of duty #modern warefare ii #modern warfare 3

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thephant0menace · 1 year

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| Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley head cannons

‘Tattoos’

Warning: Simon Riley x fem!reader, strong language, just a cute little fluff cause I thought of this when I was scrolling through Pinterest😻

You always had a thing for Simons arms. You found them so sexy….

You liked how muscular and veiny they were.

But something that really got you was the sleeve of tattoos that covered his forearm.

Simon was never made aware of this, thank god. You thought he’d find it weird…

This was until one day, the two of you were sitting on the couch together on a cold winters day in your little shared apartment in Manchester.

His arms were wrapped around you as you snuggled into his chest, watching a show you forced him to watch. (Probably some roncom he claims to hate but deep down he loves.)

As you watched in comfortable silence, you begin to trace your fingers along the outlines of his tattoos. Tracing out his veins carefully.

The simple touch sends shivers down his spine. The feeling of your nails dragging along his inked skin is so addicting.

You continue to drag your fingers along the tattoos, taking in the pretty designs of the art carefully.

Simon notices you marvelling at his arms and let’s out an amused grunt.

“watcha lookin’ at, sweetheart?”

His gruff voices brings you out of your thoughts.

“Nothing,” you almost whisper looking back up at him, “just like your tattoos.”

Simon chuckles to him self, “is that so?”

You nod, slightly embarrassed but then an idea pops into your head…

“Hey Simon?” You ask with a cheeky smirk on your face.

He hums in response and you sit up properly on the couch, smirk still plastered on your face.

“Can I colour in your tattoos?” You ask trying to hold a laugh in.

His face goes from amused to absolutely dumbfounded.

He sits in silence, staring at you before finally speaking.

“Sorry what?”

“Can I colour your tattoos in?” You repeat.

With a little bit (a lot) of begging he finally gave in and you happily ran off to find markers to begin your masterpiece.

You begin colouring in all the different shapes and designs and occasionally asking Simon what the tattoo meant to him and why he got it.

“What about this one?”

“Don’t fuckin’ know…Johnny made me get it when I was drunk.”

It was also an effort to get the motherfucker to sit still as he was so incredibly ticklish. It astounded you.

“Simon! Stay still, please!” You laugh, climbing onto his lap to try hold his giant squirming body down.

“Tickles s’much, lovie. Fuck-“ he says, burying his head in your neck, trying to hold his laughs in.

Although he complained through the whole thing…deep down he loved it. He found it cute that you were so interested in his tattoos and that you wanted to colour them in.

Would he ever admit it though?

No.

A/N: this was so random but I had the idea and HAD to do something on it! I’m currently working very hard on a ghost smut so get ready for that…hopefully will be up by next week! Thank you for all the love on my last post, love you all🫶

#Simon Riley x reader #Simon ghost Riley #call of duty imagines #Simon ghost Riley x reader #Ghost imagines #simon riley smut #mwf2 #call of duty smut #cod smut #cod imagines #mwf2 x reader #ghost x reader #Simon Riley imagines #modern warefare 2

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