#cod posting

[nightwussy]

in my gaz era and im never leaving

[vataro-ko]

Something something cowboy John Price something something

[cyansyrup]

Okay but what about Gaz and poc reader holding a "very important" meeting with 141 to bring awareness to concepts like edges and being ashy

[mudgazing]

Farah: You're late to the debriefing. Now drop and give me 50.

Alex: *Sighs, starts doing pushups.*

Farah: Say my name while you're at it too.

Alex: Pardon?

Farah: What?

[frenreyfire]

141 as Rabbits (I am insane)

This post made me think about this.

For context I don't know much about rabbits. I did barely any research for this so take it with a grain of salt. If you know more about these silly guys gimme some wisdom.

Anyways, 141 as rabbits.

Soap- Netherlands Dwarf Rabbit. I was thinking of making him a Wild Rabbit or Hare (because I think the personalities are similar as well as the appearance), but I read about these guys and it was over. They're very smart and active, and can get pretty destructive if they're bored.

Ghost- Checkered Giant Rabbit. Was considering making him a Blanc de Hotot, but I wanted to pick a rabbit with similar mannerisms to him. They can be decently chill rabbits, but can be very aggressive if put in stressful situations. Also claustrophobic. And (as the name suggests) these guys are BIG. Like the maine coon's of rabbits.

Gaz- Mini Rex Rabbit. I wanted to do a rabbit that was calm and smart, but also sleek looking. I think these guys fill that bill pretty well. They also require a lot of socialization and like having friends :).

Price- Teddy Dwarf Rabbit. Like Gaz, I wanted to find a rabbit breed that was friendly and smart. Also a rabbit that has crazy hair. These guys are little which I think is silly. Tiny guy in charge of two big guys and one tinier guy.

I'll probably draw this later but Laswell is their handler. If she were to be a rabbit she'd probably be a Mini Satin Rabbit. They're calm and pretty smart. Also she would be a very sleek rabbit (like Gaz).

[chaotic-neutral-lesbian]

WHY IS TUMBLR ADVERTISING DIVORCE TO ME

[faepunkprince]

Valentine's callsign in the 141 is Loverboy. Soap started it, and Gaz picked up quick, but it really stuck the first time Price uses it

[blasphemme]

just finished call of duty black ops. here are some (long, comma abusing, mostly tangentially related) thoughts after playing it for the first time for anyone who might read them!

altogether the campaign was fine, i guess.

as many others have in the past few years following the modern warfare remakes, my online activity has been inundated with thirst edits made of characters in call of duty — despite having never played the games myself. they’re not my thing.

my flatmate, however, has played them. he played them as a kid when they were being released, and he has had the misfortune of being on the receiving end of me watching these edits and reading fanfics (shout out early 351780!!). increasingly annoyed at my thirsting, he has forced me to play every call of duty campaign on the xbox 360.

i’ve found that i actually really enjoy playing cod. it’s enjoyable, action packed and, most importantly, quite compelling. they’re something i’d never have considered playing without him pushing me to play them. i’m more of an assassin’s creed/ace combat/nier girl and always have been. the closest i’d been to playing a shooter before this experience was playing gta, badly.

my flatmate knew my priorities. after an introduction to the premise with world at war — the first game in the black ops series, which i promise i will get to at some point — we played the original modern warfare campaigns first, because i am a wee bit in love with captain john price, and i loved them. the stories, while simple enough to follow (and already knowing about the main character deaths in advance — it’s a 10+ year old series, after all!), were emotionally evocative. i found myself becoming attached to the protagonists quickly and deeply, all the while having a whale of a time fucking around in the rest of the mission. this girl loves just walking onto grenades! between world at war and the modern warfare trilogy of campaigns, i was hooked from the start.

i realise now that i have been spoiled. those campaigns were just too good.

black ops’ campaign pales in comparison to the other four games i’ve played. i will admit that it is still fun — very fun! i enjoyed the feeling of progressing from one badass area to the next, with sam worthington’s horrific american accent and gary oldman’s alright russian accent pushing me through. i also have to admit that i still play like an absolute scrub, but the enjoyment i got from it outweighed the frustration. (mostly.)

black ops lacks the charm and depth i loved in world at war. while fun, every plot twist was spotted as soon as it was hinted to, much to my flatmate’s dismay. it took one guy telling mason to get a hold of himself for me to figure out the twist around reznov, and one recitation of the numbers on the way to the pentagon for me to figure out that mason would go on to kill kennedy. this, in particular, also felt like a bit of a cop-out — having this confirmed in a post-credits scene was disappointing, when i’d gone through the whole game and sat through an eminem song in the credits expecting a sequence where i’d be on the grassy knoll just to end up in a round of zombies. honk shoo.

modern warfare — modern warfare 2 in particular (kevin mckidd’s soap my beloved <3) — introduced new mechanics that’d be used once or twice in the whole game, most of which i enjoyed. the missions where you have to assist tf141 from an ac130 in the first game? stellar. absolutely unmatched. all ghillied up can go fuck itself on a gameplay front though, fuck you if you think i’m gonna figure out what the coriolis effect is. in black ops, the helicopter sequences felt like hate crimes against me personally. poorly designed flight controls and awful combat mechanics combined to make a literally unplayable pair of missions involving attacking other helicopters that i had to beg my flatmate to complete for me. embarrassing.

this game is utterly us army propaganda. the epic final shot in the campaign after killing dragovich — where suddenly 3 aircraft carriers are there waiting for you flying star spangled banners, and 8 fighter jets pass overhead — only resulted in making me cringe and laugh in disbelief, where in 2010 it would’ve made young men enlist. world at war at least has the balance of ‘war is cool and we’re the best’ in the pacific segments and ‘war sucks, actually,’ in the eastern front segments. modern warfare, too, falls face first into the latter, and that’s part of what i enjoyed about it.

even the little fun things weren’t as enjoyable. i didn’t have a favourite gun, or a favourite mission. the star cast choices were okay, but nothing to call home about. there wasn’t a ‘production babies’ segment in the credits, and they made me listen to eminem and pink. what the fuck?

altogether, black ops 1 has the worst campaign of the franchise i’ve played so far. next we’re onto black ops 2, which hopefully won’t come with a free personal statement like this one, and which i’ve been told is one of the best games ever made. we’ll see.

3/10

[homo-hexual]

i'm almost certainly gonna be posting spoilers for the new cod campaign starting in a few hours, but i'll keep them under a cut and also tag them #mwiii spoilers

[femmefaggot]

moments after being told we dont want to roll 1

[nightwussy]

i don’t think he’s coping well

[forestshadow-wolf]

Probably no post today, gonna be doing a fair but of driving so 🤷

[imonabitchparade]

I need Simon Riley to take me out… not on a date.

[ghostsanctity]

Simon had always known he was possessive, but this… this was something new. It all started during a rambling, half-drunk conversation with Soap, the kind they’d both forget by morning—except for one comment that had lodged itself in Simon’s mind like a splinter.

“Lass can’t forget you if she’s knocked up with your baby,” Soap had muttered with a lopsided grin, slurring just enough to make Simon dismiss it at first.

At first.

Simon knew you’d never forget him, no matter how long he was deployed. He trusted you, loved you in ways he couldn’t always put into words. But once the thought was planted, he couldn’t forget it. Maybe deep down it was the fear you’d leave or just the desire to know that you were fully his, round with his child, but whatever it was, when he got notified of an upcoming assignment, he knew he was gonna damn well try.

Which is how you ended up here now, pressed into the mattress beneath him, his broad chest blanketing your back as his lips dragged heatedly along your neck. He reaches around, pulling your body up enough for you to stabilise yourself as he roughly palms your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers as he continues to rut against you.

He's been at it for hours, fucking you with a relentless intensity, determined to fill you with every drop of his cum before he leaves. You’ve lost count at this point, never knowing he could go for so many repeated rounds but you certainly know it now as you feel his cum run down your thighs, the squelching noise every time he fucks back into you, a combination of your arousal and how many loads he’s given you so far tonight.

"Fuuck-" he groans, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "Gonna knock you up so good. Gonna make sure you're round with my baby by the time I get back."

He pulls out, his cock sliding from your well-fucked hole 

He stares down at your pussy, mesmerised by the sight of it dripping with his cum. He leans down, his face mere inches from it as his heated breath ghosts your folds. He watches, transfixed, as another thick spurt of his previous load oozes out of you.

"Fucking hell," he mutters, his breath hot against your skin. "Look at that. Look at what you do to me."

He reaches out, his fingers gently parting your swollen lips to get a better look. He teases your entrance, circling it slowly before scooping up some of the cum that's leaking out and guiding it back in with his middle and ring finger.

He pushes his fingers deeper, scissoring them to work his own cum back inside you. He wants to make sure every last drop takes.

"Gonna plug you up-" he growls, his voice rough with lust. "Keep you nice and full of me.”

He withdraws them, glistening with the thick, pearly fluid before bringing them up to your mouth, pressing his fingers against your lips.

"Go on-" he purrs as he slowly pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean. You can taste the saltiness of his cum mixed with the musky scent of your arousal. It's a heady combination that makes your head spin.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice rough with approval. "Such a good girl for me."

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, only to bring them back down to your pussy. He circles your clit with them, the slickness of his cum providing the perfect lubrication before he gestures for you to roll onto your back.

He straightens back up as he slides the head of his aching cock through your folds, nudging the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that do nothing to satisfy the ache inside you.

"Y’not going anywhere," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "Not after this- fuck -you’re not leaving me…You can’t–”

You could hear the subtle desperation in his words, a fear that you'd abandon him. He needed to know that you would be here, waiting for him, even when he was deployed.

He kisses desperately, trying to put every fiber of his being into this kiss, hoping to portray even a fraction of the strong love he felt for you. His hips start to move again, his cock sliding into you with a groan. He sets a slow, deep pace, each thrust deliberate and purposeful as he works himself in and out of you.

"Fuck, I love you," he grunts, the words torn from him. "Love you so fucking much…You're my everything, I swear I’ll never let you down-"

He wraps his arms around you, holding you as close as possible, fingers digging into your flesh as he impales you on his thick cock over and over again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his forehead pressed against yours. "So fucking tight and wet for me. Always so ready for my cock, god you’re perfect-."

He adjusts his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts so that he's hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your back arches off the bed as your nails rake down his back and you moan wantonly.

"That's it, baby," he coaxes, his voice husky with desire. "Gonna' fill you up so good. Gotta make sure it takes before I leave-

His hips piston faster, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his muscles tense, the way his breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

"Gonna cum," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Shit- fuck-”

He buries himself to the hilt, incoherent mutterings rolling off his tongue as his cock pulses, filling you with another thick load. He bites down on your shoulder to muffle his groans as you feel it, hot and heavy, painting your insides white. He collapses on top of you, all his weight heavy upon you, though you don't mind at all, arms wrapping tightly about him.

He stays buried inside of you, his now softening cock still buried deep within you. He rests his forehead against yours as his breath comes in short pants, trying to catch his breath.

"I meant what I said, you know…gonna' make you mine in every way possible," he murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he lifts some of his weight off of you. "Want you to have my baby- And when I come back, I'm gonna marry you because I’m completely yours and I want you to be fully mine, officially."

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[damnibreathealot]

simon 'ghost' riley with a dick piercing!

✎ | dick piercing. gn!reader, but the reader has female genitals. overstimulation at the end! a shitty proof read... heh.

✎ | happy new year!!!

simon got his dick pierced long before you two met, and honestly, when you two first had sex, you weren't shocked at all when you saw the piercing in his tip. you were more shocked at how good it felt. you figured that it would be more painful than pleasurable and that all the girls online who talked about how good it felt when they were getting fucked by a guy with a dick piercing were just straight up talking bullshit.

but boy, were you wrong.

he was gentle, at first, to say least. he teased you for a bit – rubbing his cock up and down your folds, causing you to let out a mewl from the pleasure everytime time his smooth, cold piercings nudges against your clit. in reality though, he was tryna get you nice and wet for you to take his cock. he didn't want it to hurt, considering his ridiculous cock size.

when he switched positions, bending you over and then slowly sinked his length inside of you, you swear you were seeing stars. you begging him was worth it. his cock stretched you deliciously and when his tip finally kissed your cervix. that's when realised how good dick piercings actually feel. the piercing pressed against your g-spot. the smooth metal rubbing against it perfectly.

fuck, you were screaming for him and he just started.

when he started to move, your mind went numb. all you could feel and think about is how his cock was dragging in and out of you. he picked the pace where it was slow but he made sure to fuck his cock deep into you. he chose to go slow so you could feel every detail of his cock inside of you.

you could've sworn you were beginning to drool. your pussy was already clenching hard around him. no fucking way. you were already close? he took notice of how trembled. he guessed you were close so he decided to move one of his hands of your waist to snake around to play with the little nub that hid behind your soaked folds.

the dual sensation of his cock and his fingers rubbing at your clit was enough to make you cum. your pussy clamping down on him like a vice and your pussy coating his cock with your clear fluids.

he wasn't done though. he needed to cum and he was close too! your pussy felt like fucking heaven. his eyes follow down to the white ring that formed at the base of his cock. he groaned at that. his thumb swiped your clit faster and faster. he was too pussy drunk to even here your cries about you being too sensitive and for him to slow down.

your clench of your pussy and the sight of it taking his cock so well was enough to cum, flooding your pussy with his cum before pulling out with a lewd squelch...