#call of duty mace x reader

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod men when you give them a shiny rock you found

Requested: No

Warnings: None

Ghost

Very confused. So very confused. That being said, he doesn’t question it at all (to your face anyways), simply pocketing it while thanking you, then giving you a gentle pat on the head, like some sort of puppy with a stick. He’ll keep it in his tactical vest and it slowly becomes a sort of worry stone for him. If he’s feeling uncertain, lost, or lonely, he’ll just rub his thumb over the rock and instantly feel just a little bit better.

Mace

Mace’s first instinct is to ask what the fuck this is. The words are on the tip of his tongue, confusion painted all over his face (not that you could see that with his mask on), only to stop when he sees how utterly excited and happy you are, eyes glancing between him and the smooth shiny pebble you placed into the center of his palm. So instead he just sighs and pats your cheek, feeling his heart melt a little at the way you just light up at the affection.

Keegan

Keegan probably doesn’t even realize what you’ve given him at first, automatically thanking you and kissing your cheek as he shoves the rock into his pocket. He’s so used to you handing him random things you find interesting (feathers, flowers, even some paper clips one time) that he just doesn’t even think about it anymore. It’s earned you the affectionate nickname of “Crow” among the Ghosts. It won’t be til later that he actually looks at it, simply giving a little chuckle, shaking his head as he puts the stone back in his pocket. It’ll go with the rest of your gifts when he gets back home.

König

Blinks. Once, twice, three times before he finally opens his mouth, hesitantly thanking you. He’s quite unsure of why you would gift him a rock exactly but he’s flattered that you would give him something that you enjoy, that you’re thinking of him and like him enough to give him gifts. He’ll put it in his vest, showing it to you whenever you cross paths again, just so you know that he’s keeping your gift safe and sound.

[2kiran]

Hii so i just discovered ur blog and im obsessed.

Could you pls write m!reader x mace bc I bearly see any mace fic😞

Can it be like mace draging reader in a left out room before a mission and like yk..👀

-🌊

❛ 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 ❜ ➖ osh.

pairing: mace x reader content: explicit, dom male reader, dry humping

One fact about MACE? He will take you whenever he wants. It doesn’t matter how busy or angry you might be; you’re coming with him. It’s a regular occurrence at this point—suddenly getting yanked by the wrist and ushered to some secluded area.

It isn’t any different now.

“Well, what are you waitin’ for? Take it off.”

There it is. That impatience you think you’ve grown fond of.

“Relax.” Before you’re able to grasp your belt, MACE crowds you against the wall. Impatience emerged as a huff, caught within his mask before he tugged it off of his head. Carefully, he leans in and seals his lips against yours. He breathes slowly, a hand slithering to the front of your pants.

Cupping your growing bulge, he gives a gentle squeeze in approval. “Mmmph...” He moans into your mouth, his hot tongue teasing your lips before pushing past. It’s passionate, dare you say longing, but it’s still bruising. Teeth clanking, wet muscle flicking, and he lets out a muffled whimper when he feels you harden beneath his gloved palm.

Distracting you with his wandering lips, his hands trace every inch of your body over your gear. Rough, calloused hands reach up to your shoulders, and he breaks the kiss as he shoves you to the ground. One of his gloved palms cradles the back of your head, considerate enough to not let you bang against bricks.

“The hell?”

You grunt from the impact, a boot kicking beneath your knees before he straddles your hips. “You could’ve asked me instead.” Your hands find his waist. “No fun in that.” He huffs out a chuckle, flashing a grin. Ducking his head, MACE begins to travel lower from your cheek.

“Gonna be,” a kiss to your jaw, “gone for,” the pink muscle darts out between his lips, “a few weeks.” He drags it across a patch of skin. Angling his hips forward, he grinds down on your clothed cock while sinking his teeth into your neck. It could’ve distracted you if he hadn’t bit hard enough to nearly draw blood.

“Fuck--” You inhale sharply, fingers digging into his sides. “And you’re only telling me this now?”

MACE snorts, pressing his pelvis against yours before pushing himself back. “I need my luck.” His tongue swipes around the mark, sloppily lapping and sucking on it, his drool trickling down your skin.

You quirk a brow, guiding his movements, and it takes everything in him not to restlessly grind on your dick. “How are you getting it like this?” You can feel him smile on the side of your neck, hooking a finger underneath your collar to offer a lingering kiss to your collarbone. “Still haven’t figured it out?”

His thighs suddenly lock around you before bucking against your hard-on as though he were attempting to ride you through the barriers of clothing. “You’re my lucky charm,” he pants, a whine bubbling low within his chest as he humps you like a dog, “and this damn cock. Hngh, shit, I might miss it.”

He grounds down, shifting in little circles, softly whimpering. “Just it?” You wrap an arm around him, his breath hitching. You’re able to feel how he uncontrollably throbs, his legs trembling from how he’s practically bouncing on your lap.

His pants were sticking to him uncomfortably, hard length straining against the material. “No,” He huffs, cheeks hot from embarrassment and arousal, “you know what the answer is.”

The cotton of his underwear was stained, friction numbing his brain and making him leak. MACE felt like an animal in heat, thrusting his ass back onto the outline of your cock. His brows pinched in frustration; it wasn’t enough—the emptiness has him aching.

He knows he has time to waste.

And MACE always gets what he wants.

[konigsblog]

i saw this... and god, it's rotting my brain away!

— link in comments. ｡*ﾟ+⭒·｡*ﾟ+⭒

(☆‧₊˚.) with ghost, könig, and mace. all burly, towering men that can easily put you in your place with just a slap — and nice, firm slap that'll intimidate you into obedience.

ghost's hips pump and drive into your swollen, drooling pussy on repeat, holding your legs in the air by the ankles. simon grips you firmly and tightly all while groaning and degrading you with each sound you make! but, god... you're a wet, babbling mess, with tears soaking the blind that covers your eyes, running down your cheeks.

you only identify mace's cock by the taste of his pearly cum. it falls in pearly, milky beads of his bitter, salty semen, sucking him off nice and tightly while simon brutalizes your tight, raw hole mercilessly and pitiless- sparing you no mercy as he spears you on his big cock.

“tha’s a giiirlll... jus’ so soakin’ wet, yeah’? little overwhelmed with all these’ big, fat cocks just pushed into ya’? --mmhmmm’.. m’sure ya' take it all, can’t‘cha? jus’ make us happy, sweet girl.”

simon growls out, looking at you through his skull balaclava. you whimper, puffy bottom lip quivering at the roughness and your chin coated in saliva as you babble and drool sloppily, the throb between your supple thighs making you cry, especially with the way könig rubs your clit painfully.

“mein schatzchen, cryin’ now, are we? now, now... let's not get all emotional, ja? let me rub this cock all over that pretty, nice body of yours--mhmm,-ja-ja...”

you feel könig large hand caress your cheek, giving it a squeeze so your cheeks hollow out and tighten around mace's lengthy shaft. you're not surprised with the way they're helping eachother; especially with ghost and mace being teammates back in the day. the impact of simon's heavy, tight balls makes you shudder, clenching around his veiny and thick shaft while continues pumping his hot ropes of cum into your pretty hole.

“..ain’t‘cha jus’ takin’ this cock so well, pretty thing? suckin’ my dick... fuckin’ greedy whore... tellin’ us 'no more' yet you’re swallowin’ this big cock like it's nothin’...”

mace slaps your face painfully, gripping your hair with a tight grip, slowly forcing your head down his hard shaft ‘til you're covering his cock in your spit. the ticklish feeling of könig's voice beside your ear sends shivers down your spine, making you moan around his cock. you can feel him rocking his large hips against you, humping you and rubbing his wet cock all over you. painful and sore shaft.

you shake and tremble, unable to catch your breath. könig replaces mace's hand, and pushing your head down onto mace's cock so you're taking every inch mace has to offer, all while he leans back and looks at the pretty tear stains on your cheeks, making sure you're gagging around him, while taking a hard, thick cock in your raw, used hole so well.

“dirty mess, hase. look how filthy and sticky you've made us.. covering us in all of your cum? you're a filthy thing, our little toy--don't cry-you'll be taking me next-ja, a, sonnenschein.. you can take every inch--...mhmm...”

he tsks to the sounds of your sobs, grinding his cock until he spurts all up your back, covering your pretty skin in his wet, hot cum.

[yawnderu]

If they have a skull mask they can bang

(yes this is about ghost, mace and all ghosts squad 💁🏻‍♀️)

Shooting ropes. No protection. No turns needed. Multiple positions multiple hours. Fucking the shit out of me.

[lxvvie]

Throuples shit with Ghost and Mace:

An unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. That is Mace and Ghost, respectively. As for you, well… you are the one keeps the peace. Usually. Depending. Other times, it’s you and Mace against Ghost. Well, it’s almost always you and Mace against Ghost because Mace is a professional shit-starter, and you tend to get roped in. You two keep him on his toes, though.

It was Mace’s idea, really, this thing you three got going on. He bided his time, went for the kill, got what he wanted, and damn. How’s it feel to have two big behemoth men crazy as shit over you? Must feel good, yeah?

And crazy for you they are. If you thought Ghost was down bad over you, Mace might have him beat. It’s a slim margin, though. It’s almost primal, their fascination with you, and they’re not ashamed of it. Oh, fuck no.

Simon’s love language is… a lot of things. Mace’s is trolling. Well, trolling and pissing Ghost off. Professionalism aside, Mace had a habit of trying to rile Simon up in the past. It was his way of flirting with the poor bloke. Turns out, “Wanna fuck?” yielded better results than his other pick-up lines did. Mace is like this with you, too, though it’s to a lesser extent. Simon got you hip to Mace and his Mace-isms. He’ll still flirt heavily with you, though.

Sharing a bed with two big behemoths is… interesting. It’s hilarious because Simon is in the bloody fucking middle now and will always be someone’s little spoon regardless. It’s also not uncommon to wake up to him having an arm around you both seeing as his chest seems to be a replacement for your pillows.

You thinking Simon was nasty with you, but the stories Mace has told you made you realize he’s downright disgusting and holy fucking shit—

Being sandwiched between these two men. Mace is smirking while Lil Mace is making his presence known against your stomach. Similarly, Ghost has arm around you so you can be pressed up against Lil Lieutenant Riley and, “Think you can handle us both, sweetheart?” God, yes.

You three not caring who fucks who so long as you all get yours and cum. Fuck, Simon doesn't give a fuck so long as he's sucking and fucking and having a bloody good day, and Mace... just wants to fuck, talk shit in general, and cum.

Mace kissing you and asking, “How’s he taste?” meaning Ghost and Jesus Christ. Simon makes Mace taste you by sticking his fingers in his mouth. Those same fingers that were fingerbanging the hell out of you not too long ago. Know that look that Simon gives? Y’know, the one where he wants to pounce on your and fuck your brains out? Yeah, that. Imagine being glued to the spot when both Simon and Mace look at you like that.

Mace absolutely enjoying being used when you and/or Ghost need to fuck your frustrations out. Oh, he remembers those moments, alright, when him and Simon would just… fuck for hours to get the adrenaline out. Or he had pissed Simon off again. Who fucking knows?

You stepping out for your run-of-the-mill errand and coming back to Simon and Mace naked in bed, the smell of sex hanging in the air, covered in cum and sweat, and they’re both nursing a post-coital ciggie. Or, rather, sharing one because Mace can’t be bothered to get his own, the bastard.

Similarly, coming home to Simon milking (read: riding) Mace for all he’s worth, since the bastard wouldn’t leave well enough alone and shut the fuck up. Ghost gruffly telling you “C’mere…” before shoving his tongue down your throat and telling you to sit on Mace’s face to “shut the bastard up.” Mace fucking loving it and absolutely refusing to let you move, no matter how many times you’ve came on his face.

[masked-men-fantasy]

One position for the rest of your life (Call of Duty)

If you had to choose only one position to have intercourse for the rest of your life, what would that position be? You have 10 seconds; your time starts now.

NSFW Content. MDNI.

Jackal

"And if I agree to do that, what will I get in return?" Jackal did not answer but instead asked you back.

"Err, my thanks?" You tried to think of what you could offer him back. Although this was supposed to be just a quick, funny question for a couple things,.

"No deal," he replied quickly and started to walk away.

"Fine. How about I let you come inside anytime you want? No question ask." Even you surprise yourself with what comes to mind.

Jackal paused and walked back to you. He used his pistol to cause a clank sound on his mask. It is like he is trying to taunt you that you, for once, can finally give him a good idea.

"Now we are talking." He snorted. "No, take it back now."

"And what position are we talking about?" You asked and tried to return to the main topic.

"Breeding position." You can feel that he definitely gives you a foxy smile through that intimidating mask. Jackal patted your shoulder as if he tried to imply that he was victorious. He laughed with a deep voice as he walked away behind your back.

This guy... you can never win him. And you can never get enough of him, too.

Mace

Mace panicked at first. His eyes say the expression, 'Just one? Damn, that's gotta be boring as fuck', but then he just answered out loudly.

"Calendar!".

You were confused by that. What the hell is 'Calendar'? What the heck is that kind of sex position?? Is it a new kink where you said January and he would cum???

But then he reached for his phone in his pocket and showed you an image.

It is an illustration of this year's calendar. Each day has a different sex position drawn inside it. And you found that he made some circle signs on the exact same day that you and him had some fun together.

Now, you understand his 'Calendar' position. Very wise answer.

"Hey, this means no more excuses for no sex from now on." He chuckled and pointed to the sex position on his phone. Today is spooning. "I will be waiting for you in my room tonight."

Cheeky bastard, you whimpered.

Ghost

"Missionary," he answered shortly. "I don't bloody want anything more than seeing you when I hold you close, ever."

Simon had a rough time in the past. He does not want anything more than vanilla sex. Simple, clean, and sensual, and most importantly, he just wants you.

Watching your face through the entire session is another main reason. He wants to kiss you, share body warmth, make hickies on your collar bones, and whisper sweet nothing until you both reach that heavenly feeling together.

"It doesn't have to be sex; if it means that I can just have you by my side, I don't care about anything else." He explained further.

He held your hand tight throughout the conversation.

Nikto

"I will just go fuck someone else then," Nikto answered frigidly, then walked away like nothing had happened.

Wha... What??? You can't just do that!? Hello!?

You have to rush out to stop him and explain to him that it is just a question and that you have no plan to do it in real life or whatsoever.

Nikto does not believe, and you end up getting dragged to his room.

"Don't ask me a dumb question like that again." He murmured while he railed your naked body on the balcony. His member pierced through your tight hole. Nikto has no mercy with his pace, although he can hear your moaning voice that becomes incontrollable.

"моя шлюха (My slut), you are too perfect to do boring shit like that. Now show everyone who you belong to." You could sense that he was smiling through his mask when he said that sentence. He raises your legs up to show everyone nearby the barrack that both of your bodies are connected and that you are his.

[valerieisunavailable]

You had broken up with Simon a few years ago. He's still stubborn about it, but whatever.

I think the fact that you had gotten together with Mace of all people is what really sent him in a boiling rage. Mace is the one person that Simon couldn't stand.

He didn't want you to have another boyfriend at all, especially not like this. But he'd rather have you date one of his soldiers in the task force. Hell, even Johnny. But just not Mace.

Once Mace found out that Simon was your ex, he'd make sure to drill it in Simon's head that he was now dating-- and fucking, his ex. He'll get into the dirty details, too. About how he pounds into her so much better than he did.

"As if she'd ev'r replace me with you. You ain't even half as good as her." Simon would grumble.

"Oh? Is that why she calls me Daddy? Did she ever call you that, Simon? Didn't think so."

Also sorry I haven't been active. College has started back up.

[blingblong55]

Smut songs that fit each COD character

Gaz- Glory Box by Portishead

Ghost- Feel It by Michele Morrone

Price- Earned it by The Weeknd

Soap- I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys

Alejandro- I'm yours by Isabel LaRosa

Rudy- Sour Diesel by ZAYN

Alex- Die for You by The Weeknd

Keegan- Bathroom by Montell Fish

Logan- Lost the game by Two Feet

Mace- Renegade (Slowed+Reverb) by Aaryan Shah

Graves- I feel like I'm drowning by Two Feet

Farah- Sex with me by Rhianna

Valeria- She by Harry Styles

Velikan- BABYDOLL by Ari Abdul

Kreuger- Uhh- alternate version by framed

König- Desert Rose by Lolo Zouaï

Makarov- Why don't U by Father

Roach- I put a spell on you by Annie Lennox

A/N: Writers, use this as you please

[a-daydreamers-stories]

Hey! This is an AU I thought would be fun and thanks to my friend @sherriesherbet I decided to write it! I'm not an expert in COD or UFC, so things will be wrong, sorry. This will be multiple parts, not sure how many yet. Hope you enjoy it!

The reader is a plus-size reader, this will be an 18 + story, minors do not interact

Never done this fandom before so if you'd like to be tagged for future parts let me know

Chapter warnings: Violence? Nothing really specifically mentioned yet

Chapter 1

Reader’s POV

“Please come with me! I won these two amazing tickets and my bud that was supposed to go is sick.” My brother whined out as he looked at me with big puppy dog eyes. I sighed and instantly regretted letting him into my apartment, it was my night off and I had been looking forward to lounging in my pjs as I ate takeout and watched sitcoms. 

“Don’t you have any other friends to take?” 

“No! Everyone else is busy or out of town since its last notice.”

“And you assumed I wasn’t busy?” I raised an eyebrow at him, he turned to look around my living room and then to the pjs I was already wearing. 

“You are?” 

“Yes I am,” I huffed at him and folded my arms over my chest as I snuggled deeper into the couch. “Now fuck off, I’m not going.” 

“Please! I have no one else, I’ll get you dinner too! Anything that you want just please come with me…” He begged even going so far as to get on his knees and hold his hands together. 

“Fine... Fine! I’ll go, what the hell do I even wear to this?” 

“Just go put on jeans and a shirt.”  He jumped up and fist-pumped the air like the dork he was. 

“Whatever you owe me,” I grumbled as I got off the couch, pushing him onto it as I made my way to the bedroom. I quickly showered and changed into jeans and a nice black tank top before putting on my sneakers. Walking out of my bedroom my brother popped up from the couch as I did with a big smile on his face. I couldn’t help but smile back, though I did shake my head at him. 

“Ready?” He asked excitedly. 

“Yeah, I’m ready.” After grabbing my phone and purse, I nodded and gestured for him to head out of my apartment. We left my apartment before I locked it up and headed to him to his car. “So how did you win these tickets?” 

“Radio contest spent a whole day listening to get these and I swear I called like 20 times but then I won! They’re amazing tickets too, fucking front-row seats!”  

“Okay okay calm down before you start hyperventilating.” 

“I’m just so excited!”  

“I can tell, remember to breathe though I don’t want to die because you passed out at the wheel.” 

“Shut up,” He playfully pushed my shoulder as he continued to drive towards the stadium. I couldn’t help but laugh, it was so funny to watch him get so excited like a teenager going to their first concert. We eventually made it into the stadium, parking had been a nightmare situation to try and figure out. He pulled out the tickets and we were guided to our seats, my brother moved into his seat and shot me an excited grin as I sat beside him. 

“Are you going to fangirl when these guys come out?” 

“No!” He narrowed his eyes at me in a playful glare. 

“Uh-huh,” I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes before something behind me caught his eye and he gasped. 

“Oh god…” 

“What?” I asked in confusion before looking in the direction he was looking in, an older man with mutton chops was slowly coming down one of the walkways. Tight black t-shirt molded over his wide shoulders and straining on his biceps and jeans that molded to a very delicious ass. The back of his shirt had the number 141 on it. “Who’s that?” 

“That’s John Price, he’s the head coach for the 141 Academy, his top boys are fighting tonight, and behind him coming out for the first fight is Gaz!” 

“Gaz? What kinda name is Gaz?” I asked as I spotted the handsome bronze man, probably somewhere near my age or my brother’s, coming down the hallway behind him in gold UFC shorts. 

“Well his real name is Kyle Garrick but he goes by Gaz in the ring.” Gaz flashed a smile and waved at the crowd causing a lot of girlish giggling and whistling as he moved to the ring. John patted him on the back and whispered in his ear, Gaz nodded back to him twice before flashing him a bright smile and clapping John’s shoulder. He practically bounced into the ring, full of energy and oozing charm. It was hard to believe someone as pretty as him, fights for a living but then his fight starts and you can see the hardness settling into his features, making him a little sharper and his entire focus is on the fight. 

He and the other man in the ring are similarly built but Gaz is faster and more calculated with his strikes, it doesn’t end in a knockout but Gaz does win the fight in the end. The referee lifts his arm at the end which causes a quick grimace to fall on Gaz’s face before he flashed the crowd a blinding smile, that’s only slightly bloody, which causes the crowd to lose their minds as they erupt into ear-piercing screams. I couldn’t help but clap for the man before he got out of the ring and John patted him on the back with a proud smile, saying something to the fighter. Looking him over before nodding to a different hallway than the one he came out of. 

“He’s sending him to the medic to get looked over, the other guy managed to hit him pretty hard in the ribs.”  My brother explained as Gaz walked away, cheers following him as he went. John moved his sight back to the other hallway and a few minutes later another man appeared from there, this man had a mohawk and was a bit broader than Gaz had been with blue UFC shorts on. 

“Who’s this one?”  I asked my brother. 

“Oh! This is Soap! He’s from Scotland.” 

“Soap? Why the fuck is he called Soap?” 

“Because he’s a slippery motherfucker.” My brother smirked and I snorted at that rolling my eyes. 

“Alright, gotta admit that’s pretty original for a UFC fighter name.”  

Soap stopped in front of John and started talking, it was still too loud to hear him clearly over the crowd but there were bits and pieces of an accent that reached us, John rested his hands on Soap’s shoulders and made the younger man look at him before he started talking to Soap. Soap nodded to him, a smirk on his face, there was a cocky yet capable attitude to him. John squeezed Soap’s shoulders before nodding to him and stepping aside, Soap got into the ring. The man he was facing was slightly taller than Soap and not quite as wide. 

The fight started and it was clear why they called him Soap, even with his wide frame, Soap dodged hits smoothly. He taunted his opponent with a smirk and a cocky joke but while his opponent grew hot-headed, Soap remained cool and calm. Gaz came back in the middle of the fight and stood next to John to watch Soap’s fight. He cheered Soap on from the sidelines till the fight ended and Soap was pronounced the winner, the crowd went nuts for the Scot. 

His lip and was split and he had a black eye forming but overall he was in good shape as he made his way out of the ring. Gaz patted him on the back in congratulations and John rubbed his head affectionately as Soap beamed at the two of them. John pointed towards the Med hallway and Soap shook his head before saying something to John with a lopsided grin on his face. 

There was a hush that settled over the crowd suddenly and I looked at my brother confused, he nodded excitedly towards the hallway the men of the 141 Academy had been coming out of. My breath caught in my throat as I turned to look at the man coming down the walkway, he was an absolute tank of a man in red UFC shorts. Taller than the other two fighters and his biceps were bigger than my head, with crocodile scars covering them and the upper part of his chest. 

“That’s Mace…” My brother whispered in my ear, his voice in awe. 

“His UFC name is Mace or his actual name?” 

“Honestly? No one knows, he only goes by Mace.” My brother shrugged. We watched as Mace made it to the other men by the ring. John nodded toward him and Mace threw him a feral smirk and a nod in return, before getting into the ring. The crowd erupted into loud cheers and screams as he made it into the ring. This fight was the most interesting so far, Mace was a vicious opponent and his opponent couldn’t do more than block the harsh blows that Mace landed. By the end his opponent was a bloody mess that had only managed to land a few good blows, even though they didn’t seem to phase Mace much, it didn’t surprise anyone when the referee lifted his arm as the winner. He got out of the ring and wrapped an arm around Soap’s shoulder, smirking as he talked to him, Gaz, and John. 

“Next is the main event of the night, it’s the last fight!” My brother told me and then pushed my shoulder excitedly as the hallway door opened again. My gaze traveled to the man coming out and my eyes widened as my stomach fluttered, this man was huge too. Just as big if not a little taller than Mace, though his arms were slightly smaller, he was no less intimidating though maybe more so with the look on his face. He had blonde hair, that was short on the sides and slightly longer on the top. He had scars on his face, small ones scattered along his face, a large one going diagonal from his chin to the bottom of his eye, and another larger one going down through his eyebrow on the other side. He had on black UFC shorts but right above where the short ended on his right leg was the design of a skull. 

“That’s Ghost…” 

“Ghost?” 

“Yeah, no one knows what his name is either. They just call him Ghost.”  

“Let me guess because he’s a killer in the ring?” I smirked though I couldn’t take my eyes off the man as he made his way down to the ring. 

“That but he’s also a spooky fucker.” My brother chuckled. Ghost stopped in front of the other fighters and John, who spoke to him for a moment. Ghost just gave John a curt nod before he made his way into the ring. There were no smirks, no waves, he barely acknowledged the crowd gathered to watch him fight, only that his eyes scanned over the stadium while he waited for the fight to start. 

A shuddering breath escaped me as his eyes met mine pausing in his scan, the only thing that came to mind as this god of a man looked at me was to smile at him. His head tilted slightly and I could have sworn I saw a tick of one side of his mouth, almost like he would return it before he looked away towards his opponent. An intense focus settled over his face as he rolled his broad shoulders, waiting for his opponent to strike first.

[tac-the-unseen]

COD! Addition

[shyravenns]

Giving a special thank you to every CoD reader insert author who includes Alex, Kate, Farah, Valeria, and Nikolai. Y'all are doing the Lord's work

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Cucking

Requested: No

Warnings: Cucking, Choking, Recording, Slight breeding kink in the first part but no parts are actually described, oral sex, gagging, strap ons (I don’t think I got everything)

Ghost

You were dying. You were sure of it. Everything was too much for you. Too bright, too loud, too sensitive. And much too full of the cock that was being bullied into you.

“Sweet thing. Too good to me.” Mace grumbles above you, his voice barely reaching your ears, cock drunk and barely able to think. “Gonna fuck you full. Make you walk around with my cum dripping out of you. All you’re good for. Or maybe I’ll just have Simon lick it out of you, yeah?”

You heard Ghost growl at that but it had no real bite, not when he was only half listening to him, too focused on fucking his own hand, eyes locked onto your face, so expressive and dazed as Mace’s skin slaps against yours harshly, loud in his ears. Ruining you.

“Gonna give you a baby. Little piece of me to make sure you and Simon always know you’re mine now. Make him raise my baby, never letting him forget that I fucked you so good that I ruined you for him.” Mace told you before lifting his mask just enough so that he could bite deep into your shoulder, deep enough that skin caved under the pressure and blood flooded his mouth. Sure to leave a nice little scar.

Soap

“That’s it, Love. Taste so good.” Ghost groans against you, hands roughly spreading your cheeks as he gives you another long lick. “Bet Johnny doesn’t make you feel this good. Does he?” He asks, digging his nails into your ass and dragging them down your thighs, scraping open your skin.

You don’t respond, face down in the pillow, drooling over the case. Ghost grunts in annoyance at your lack of answer, flipping you over and slapping your face lightly than gripping your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes for a moment before turning you to the camera.

“Tell him, Love. Tell Johnny that I make you feel better than he ever could.” Ghost tells you, voice practically a growl. “Tell him that you’re mine. That I fuck you perfectly.”

You moan, teary eyes connecting with the flare of the lens, able to see your reflection in the little panel connected to it. “I-I belong to Ghost.” You start slowly, biting into your lip before he lays a harsh smack to your thigh, forcing the rest of the words out of your mouth. “I’m his and he fucks me better then you!”

König

“You’re hurting them.” König whimpered, soft and submissive, face flushed a bright red as he lay underneath you, your hands on his chest for some kind of balance, nails digging into his skin.

“Hmmm? They take you. I doubt I could hurt them if I tried.” Horangi grumbled, hot tongue licking a stripe up your neck, a sheen of wetness left on your skin. “Besides, I thought I told you to just shut your mouth and watch.” He says, brown eyes narrowing at him from over your shoulder.

König pursed his lips, looking between his teammate and your blissed out face. In truth you definitely weren’t in any pain but he was. Your soft belly was rubbing against his cock, teasing him in all the worst ways, leaving him pent up and frustrated, making him want to tear up from the denial. Especially since his hands were tied to the headboard, leaning him unable to reach down and fix his problem himself.

“Sweet *고양이. I know you best, huh? Pathetic Little *왕자 thinks he knows better than me but we both know he doesn’t. That’s why I get to fuck you while he gets nothing.” Horangi pants, his hand on your throat, the other on your hip.

Alejandro

“Look how he’s fighting, Cariño.” Valeria purrs in your ear, her callused hands on your chest, pinching your sore nipples. “He wants to be inside you so badly. Thinks you belong to him. But you don’t, do you? You belong to me now. All mine. Mi Cariño.”

You nodded, so fast and eager that it made her laugh, her breath hot against the skin of your neck. You took pride in the fact that she was pleased with you.

“Goooood. So good.” She says, lifting a hand to turn your chin, making you look at Alejandro. Tied to a chair with your panties stuffed into his mouth to gag him, his pants pulled to his knees so his hard aching cock was on full display, leaking precum at the sight of you being fucked so well on Valeria’s strap-on. “Tell him. Tell him you’re mine.”

“I-I’m Valeria’s.” You moan, squealing loudly when she gives you a particularly hard thrust as a reward. Your eyes rolled back into your head, drooling just a bit as Alejandro glared at Valeria, shouting obscenities through his makeshift gag.

*고양이 = Cat

*왕자 = Prince

[konigsblog]

hi orla! may i request a virgin or inexperienced reader with pushy, lowkey manipulative mace? please and thank you

- 1# mace fan

cw: non-con/dub-con, manipulation/coercion, virginity loss, intoxication, drugging/aphrodisiacs. 18+ MDNI mean!mace x afab!gn!virgin!reader

mace doesn't like waiting, he's not exactly patient, and sure as hell doesn't have the time, nor the patience, to be waiting ‘til you're ready.

at first, he listened and tried to obey your wishes — although, he didn't enjoy having to jerk off as compensation because you refused to allow him to take your precious virginity. he was sick of waiting, sexually frustrated and fantasising about your tight, unused pussy around his thick, warm cock, pulsating inside your drooling heat.

so, instead of waiting patiently and respectfully, he began to use other methods and techniques at breaking you in. first, it was manipulation; he had to get it into your stupid, little head, that what you were doing was unfair - i mean, don't you feel bad for poor mace? secondly, it was drugging you; slipping an aphrodisiac into your beer, getting infuriated when you instead excused yourself to the bathroom, rather than letting mace have what he desired and deserved.

although, after a couple drinks and aphrodisiacs, suddenly, you were intrigued and began to unfasten his leather belt, biting your bottom lip with heavy eyelids. you looked at him with a crooked smile on your face, giggling drunkenly as you slipped your panties to the side, sinking down onto his hardening cock, held firmly by you. mace's hands grabbed onto your waist, bouncing you up and down on his weeping shaft, whilst you cried at the stretch and pleasure washing over you.

poor, little thing... so confused and drunk, the feelings of pain, agony and delirium fucking with your head. :(

[yawnderu]

wu. whuu. whatgg if.. hmm… ghostmace sandwiching reader between their chests 🤯

hmmmmmm......nmgngngnhhhhh.................

Being sandwiched between their strong, muscular bodies, their manly scent invading your nostrils yet all you can do is take in their warmth, feeling their hard, meaty cocks rub against you while you plant needy kisses on whoever's chest is in front of you— your teary eyes don't allow you to even tell your boyfriends apart the moment one of their cocks slips into your needy cunt with a hard, rough thrust.<3

[lxvvie]

Mace, Ghost and reader.

Poor reader getting punished how are they gonna stop mace.

Mace gives no fucks. He can't be stopped. Much. And now he's got to you too, luv.

And If anything, it's Ghost who's usually being tag-teamed.

Bloody hell, he doesn't think he's ever had bollocks this empty in his life before you two.

He stays discovering hickeys he didn't even know he had. Fuck, he's walking gingerly, his entire body's just fuckin' sore, what the fuck, you two?

...Admittedly, Simon has been sleeping more, though, and his base level is no longer "stressed and in need of a caress".

[masked-men-fantasy]

Anniversary (Call of Duty)

It has been a year since you and him have been together, and he has a surprise just for you. 

Jackal

You know that Jackal is a busy man. You know that he is the head of the mercenary group. He has a lot of business to take care of. So, you tried to not get your hopes up. You are his partner, and being another important part of his life means you have to understand him as well.

It was almost 11 at night, and you were about to go to bed since you realized that he was not back from his mission yet.

Then you heard a sound from the front door. Who would come around this time? Is it a burglar?

Not so long after you arm yourself with a pan you found in the kitchen,  you see the door open.

Jackal in the same old mask. He held a flower bouquet. But then you realized that there was something off. His cape and left arm are covered in blood.

"Are you hurt!?" you asked panickily, rushing to him.

"Don't worry, enemy blood," Jackal replied. "I am so hurrying to find this flower that I forgot to take a shower."

You sigh with relief; at least he is not hurt, and that is all that matters.

"I am not a romantic person. So, I don't know what people do when it comes to an anniversary. But I hope this represents how much you mean to me." Jackal handed you a flower. His eyes are so much different when compared to when he talks to his colleagues. Eyes that show affection and vulnerability.

"This is more than enough." You kiss him through his metal mask.

Once both you and Jackal walk back home, you and him have a conversation about how his mission went, whether he has had anything yet, whether he should clean himself up, and so on. Just like a typical day after he is back from a tiring day of work.

But to make it a bit more special, you place flowers in a vase on the table and open the radio with the song "That's Life" by Frank Sinatra playing.

You held Jackal's hands and guided him on a slow dance. Both of you shared body warmth and each other's homely scent throughout the entire song.

Mace

"Let's get some McDonalds," he suddenly said in the evening after you and him finished training.

You think that he might forget the anniversary. Well, I can't say you are disappointed. It's just Mace being Mace, after all.

However, it is different this time. Instead of dining in, he took a drive-through. Once he gets the packages of burgers, fries, and coke, he then goes a different way; that is not a way home.

"Where are we going?" You frowned.

Mace did not answer, even though you asked him multiple times, so you did not ask any further. Just cross your arms and wait until the answer is revealed.

He drove almost 100 miles from the base, went through the woods, and went up a hill  before parking a truck at the hill when it was about a night.

You were about to complain about where the hell he took you, and then you saw the sky full of stars. So bright and so beautiful that you almost think there are only you and Mace left in this universe.

Mace opens the trunk of the truck and calls you to take a seat by shaking a bag of fries.

"Not a bad idea of an anniversary date, right?" He smiles.

You don't know why, but his smile is brighter than all the stars you just saw. Bright enough that it's warming your heart.

Ghost

You will wake up with a full English breakfast and a sweet cup of tea on your bed.

"Happy anniversary, love," Simon kissed your forehead.

You and Ghost will have breakfast together, have a small talk, and have a good laugh and smile that Simon never shows to anyone.

After that sweet breakfast, Simon will take you to the nearby park. Enjoying a sightseeing walk and bird feeding, probably with some boat rides in a small pond.

In the afternoon, he will take you for a motorcycle ride around the town. Feel the breeze as the wind goes through; feel his strong, muscular back while you sit.

As for the evening, he will bring you back home and prepare dinner for you. He will not allow you to help him; just let you watch him make a steak and some mashed potatoes. He wants it to be a special day for you, so he will do everything just for you.

You and Simon will enjoy dinner with a glass of wine together. And if you feel like you want to spend some more time with him, a movie night of your choice is also available as well.

Overall, 10/10 husband material. Would marry him over and over again.

Nikto

"Come with me, Дорогой (darling)." Nikto suddenly said that in the middle of a sparring session with you. But it is quite concerning. It is rare that Nikto uses a word like darling. He mostly just called your name or some degrading name in the bedroom.

You and him walk to the meeting room with rookies and some Kortac members. Suddenly, he held your hand and announced it out loud.

"This one is my future wife. If I see anyone flirting with what's mine, I will take care of that personally." Nikto said it loudly in a heavy Russian accent.

Not only was everyone in the room shocked, but you also gasped at what he just said.

"Happy Anniversary." Nikto said. His eyes were drawn to you. "I tried my best to make a surprise."

You believe his sense of understanding what makes a good surprise is broken. You cannot either tell if he is so sweet to make this relationship clear or if it's just his sense of understanding what makes a good surprise completely broken.