#cod x m!reader

[jokersaciid]

Task Force 141 + Los Vaqueros wake up to you oiling their scalp in their sleep.

cod x black!male reader.

headcanons incoming,, not the most accurate but.. im having fun so who cares <3.

warnings : nada.

Capt. John Price.

wake up to the smell of peppermint and feeling the wetness resting on his scalp.

probably jumped and touched his head before realizing you were dripping the oil into his hair.

... " what are you doing, love? "

" oiling your scalp, i had a nightmare you were bald. "

laughs it off and turns over to go back to sleep before feeling something silk slip onto his head.

" almost forgot the bonnet (: "

Simon " Ghost " Riley.

woke up immediately and slapped at your hands in self defense.

apologized at spilling your oil while still scolding you on why it's not right to put oil in people's hair while they're asleep.

while he rambles you successful finished oiling his scalp and sliding a silk scarf over his head.

" do you understand now that what your doing is extremely distasteful? "

" yes, pookie. "

" excuse me? "

he slept pretty comfortably with the scarf, even playing with the ends in his sleep.

John " Soap " MacTavish.

his eyes opened to see you leaning over him with the small vile of oil in your hands, the dropper mid pour as he stared at you.

just accepted what you were doing and closed his eyes back.

you rubbed your hands over the sides of his scalp mostly because you couldn't stand his mohawk.

" try as hard as you like, darlin'. this mohawk isn't leaving. "

" oh, just you wait. this is the good stuff."

you just slipped the bonnet on his head, kissed him goodnight and hoped you saw growth by the morning.

Kyle " Gaz " Garrick.

woke up to see you sitting on top of his pillow with some oil in your hands, your own bonnet flopping over your head.

" goodness, baby, i forgot to do it one time. "

" forgetting once becomes a bad habit, my love. "

always remembers to oil his scalp from now on so he doesn't have to see your disappointed face at 2 am.

puts on his own bonnet since he's already up.

remembers to hide the oil before he goes to bed now,, however you always find it.

Alejandro Vargas.

he was having a peaceful dream when he woke up at the smell of oil.

he knew he had no reason to panic so he opened his eyes slowly as he realized he was being straddled by you with an oil dropper in your hand.

" having fun, mi alma? "

" si. "

he allowed you to play in his hair as he relaxed against the pillows, sure it was 4 am but he adored you too much to tell you off.

he tried to put on the silk headscarf himself but failed to tie it correctly. it came off in his sleep.

Rodolfo " Rudy " Parra.

actually allowed you to oil his scalp before bed.

you had forgotten the back part of his head so you were now laying on the bed, feet kicking in the air while rubbing the oil against the hairs on the nape of his neck.

woke up a bit ago at the feeling of his bonnet being pushed up but didn't say anything.

turned around once you were finished so he could admire you.

" is it really that serious, mi amor? "

" i've seen your dad's hairline, rudy, i'll be damned if i let you go out like that. "

[pendragon-writes]

𝒦ö𝓃𝒾𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓁!𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Being with someone the same/a taller height was definitely something new for him.

He's used to having to look down so it's a nice change of pace to look up/straight ahead.

If you're in the same base as him you're probably seen together most of the time, nicknamed the Mountains or something relating to your heights.

Since König is most definitely friends or at least acquainted with the members of the 141, which also means dueling with Ghost and Soap begging you to let him go on your shoulder to feel tall.

I don't think he would mind if you're not on his base or a soldier like him.

If you do anything that's service work (like being an EMT or Firefighter for ex) then I feel like he'd find it cool seeing another tall guy like him doing such amazing work and would visit you if he can. (Idk why but I imagine him having a thing with guys in those types of fields)

If you don't work in anything like that, that's fine as well. He respects whatever you want to do.

You're definitely going to need a big ass bed with both of your heights, probably a California king.

You're guy's shared place (if you share a place that is) has custom stuff tailored to your heights.

Honestly loves being held while cuddling, and prefers to be the little spoon most of the time since when he is home he just wants to let his guard down and be vulnerable with you.

He doesn't mind being the big spoon either though if that's what you want.

All in all having someone taller/the same height as him is definitely something he would never complain about, and honestly loves it.

[cryptid-cave]

Currently thinking about a reader who, while having a full-time job and playing the part of a “real adult” pretty well for the most part, is still kind of lost and pathetic. It feels less like they’re living and more like they’re surviving, getting by on their own with just a cat for company.

Enter John Price, who’s currently on medical leave and just itching for a project. Maybe reader works at a store near his home that he shops at almost every other day, or works at the library where he goes when he needs to get out of the house. Either way, he spots this pretty little thing who clearly needs some love and guidance, preferably from a strong, gentle hand - and who better to do that than him?

Anyways, save me bossy and demanding Price with a savior complex, save me

[readwritealldayallnight]

Showing Off

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

wc: 990 words

warnings/tags: fluff, briefest allusions to smut

“What do you think about this one, Si?” You ask as you pick up one of the grocery store’s apples, not even really bothering to look at which one you grab. You shove it in front of his face, twisting it around so that he sees more of your hand than the fruit itself.

“Looks fine to me, love”

“Mmm, actually how about this one?” You quickly switch out apples, presenting him another one in the same manner, his eyes seeing more of your hand than what it holds.

“S’alright.”

“Okay, well, where do you think we should go next? That way towards bread? Or maybe the aisle this way?” You ponder, making a big show of waving your left hand back and forth in front of his face as you point. From behind the black surgical mask he wears, you hear him scoff in amusement, but his eyes cannot contain the love he holds for you as he snatches your wrist in his much larger palm. He brings your left hand up to his lips through the mask and gives your newest piece of jewelry a kiss.

“Follow ya wherever ya take me, love.” He says, threading his fingers through yours as he nudges the shopping cart with his hip, and true to his word, follows you wherever you take him.

‘Do you think we need any more dish soap?’ accompanied by a photo of your left hand pointing towards a store shelf, your ring front and center.

‘Nails are painted! Got the colour you picked ;)’ sent along with a photo of your nails on your left hand.

‘Ever noticed how soft the brown blanket is? We never take out the brown blanket’ reads the message, in addition to a short video of you petting said blanket for a few seconds, before zooming in and out dramatically on your ring.

‘Don’t mind me, just putting clothes away :)’ are the words that accompany a photo of your left hand atop a pile of laundry. You’ve circled your ring in bright red and drawn little hearts around it.

He finally is able to check his messages after a long day on base. He sees all the notifications from you and can’t help but roll his eyes while a smirk stays plastered across his face, hidden behind his mask, as he goes through them all. You’re adorable. He’s so in love with you it hurts.

“Wait!! Let me do it!” You squeak, noticing which jacket Simon has just thrown over his broad shoulders and looped his muscular arms through. He chuckles softly to himself and slowly shakes his head in disbelief, yet he still keeps his hands at his sides, allowing you to come up behind him. The both of you angle yourselves so that Simon is facing the mirror you hung up in the foyer not long after moving in with him. He’s not so bothered by what he sees in his reflection nowadays. Especially when it more often than not shows him with his pretty little bird by his side.

He hears your sweet little giggle that you try to muffle into the fabric of his jacket, and his smile widens, knowing how pleased you are with yourself that he’s putting up with your antics. He feels your left hand creep its way between his side and his arm, sneaking its way towards the front where you find his zipper. He uses his right hand to pass you the other side of the jacket and helps you to fasten it (listen your fiancé is just so broad, it’s easier if you just let him help you start the zipper okay lovie, then he’ll let you do it all on your own).

He turns his gaze towards the mirror, where he watches your much smaller hand ever so slowly inch the zipper up his abdomen towards his chest, admiring how the ring he slipped on your finger for the first time only so many days ago glistens in the light. Eventually your little hand and its new pretty accessory make its way up to his throat, where your soft fingers fingers slowly reach up and pet the skin they find there. If it looks like he’s blushing when you slip your hand back and come around to face him, you don’t have long enough to comment before he’s dropped down to a knee and is grabbing your preferred pair of shoes of the shoe rack.

He juts his chin towards your legs, letting you know he wants you to lift a foot. You lean back against the wall and raise your foot for him, enchanted by the way his larger than life hands grasp your ankle as if he were handling a newborn fawn, delicately slipping your shoe on for you, before pressing a kiss to your knee, and wordlessly repeating each step with diligence with the next foot.

He stands to his full height, where you now find yourself trapped between the wall and his hulking frame. You grab his left hand with both of yours, folding his fingers so that you can press a soft kiss to the spot where you hope he too will one day adorn his own shining band. His already lovesick gaze softens even further as you smile sweetly up at him, allowing him to cradle your cheek with his palm.

“Do you think you’ll want to wear a ring, Si? Wear it on your tags at work maybe, if it gets in the way of gloves or-”

“‘Course I’ll wear a ring swee’heart.” He cuts you off, leaning in to press his own soft kiss to the edge of your mouth. “I’ll let ya slip any ring you want on my finger.” He adds with another kiss to the other corner of your mouth. “And then I’ll make ya watch as ya get that ring all wet on my fingers.”

…

“We don’t actually need a ceremony right? Courthouse good with you? How’s tomorrow??”

[lay-z]

Pairing: omega!John Price x alpha!military!fem!Reader

“Oh, I don’t doubt that one bit, Sergeant,” Price chuckles gruffly while he keeps his arms crossed in front of his broad chest to hold on to that tiny shred of control. “There probably isn’t a single omega that wouldn’t let you take them home, let’s be honest here.”

And then, the Captain is met by a sudden silence and the previously light-hearted atmosphere is replaced by something more… tense and serious.

He glances up at you from his office chair and his lower belly flutters as soon as he sees the look on your face. That intimidating look an alpha owns when they have set their mind on something – or someone.

Cocksure as ever, you reply in your usual dry tone that always leaves Price’s omega panting internally and yearn for a chance to proof himself to you,

“Does that include you too, sir?”

Hold up, I might be cooking up something.🍝👩🏼‍🍳

[codnasties]

ghost training the rookies 👻 (🌽 link) -male reader-

training newbies, although not the most exciting thing, is part of his job description. every once in a while he welcomes a fresh batch of rookies who are outright rude and disrespectful -definitely mouthy-, nothing he can't handle.

but when these rookies can't seem to understand discipline, he begins to grow tired and starts losing his patience. and you, one of those newcomers, happened to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, and the lieutenant hears. and he's not happy. by punishing you, he aims to teach you a lesson and set an example for the rest of the troop.

however, this isn't your typical punishment - by now ghost knows those methods don't work -. he orders you to lie on your back and open your mouth wide, giving him easy access to your throat so he can use your throat and teach you some manners.

at first, that big cock of his making you gag just from the sheer size when he slides in. when you think you've finally somewhat gotten used to the feeling, ghost suddenly starts to fuck your throat relentlessly - his balls hitting your face with each thust and him cooing at you, telling you how much of a bad boy you've been, asking you if you finally understood who's in charge.

what ghost didn't expect was for you to keep misbehaving on purpose, just to get his cock ;)

thanks to @ghostsandguns and @nox-swansea for beta reading this ♡ -specially @ghostsandguns for fully checking it -

[gofishygo]

[machveil]

hey, i noticed you normally do straight pairing but i had a thought that might be fun m!reader is a curious soldier working with monster!konig to the point where he wants to see how his tentacles feel on him. starts innocently with his hands and arms but it gets more intimate; tentacle on his chest, thighs...

I didn’t forget this was in my draft folder, I didn’t forget this was—

CW: m!reader, groping, suggestive

years as colleagues and being close friends with Monster!König left you wondering about his more eldritch body parts. it wasn’t a secret that the man had monstrous limbs, strong and agile while on the battlefield - considered to be weapons, an extension of his body used for destruction

oh, but you’re a curious guy, it’s in your nature. thoughts running through your head when you see his tentacles reach out from under his hood - ‘what do they feel like?’, ‘how strong are they really?’, ‘would they feel cool or hot against my skin’. would König be weirded out by your innermost thoughts regarding him? you couldn’t say

it took a lot to build up the nerve to ask him. you were practically sweating bullets when he stood in front of you, icy gaze cast down as you asked if you could feel his appendages. you cringed a little when he chuckled - were you going too far? but when he replied it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, “Ja, the barracks. You know where my room is.”. that was all he said before he walked off, leaving you awe struck that… yeah, you’d get to feel his tentacles

he didn’t say when, just that he’d be in his room. you figured you’d wait til dark, give yourself a little more privacy under the veil of night. you paced outside his door for a good minute, are you sure you want this? obviously, yes, you’d been imagining his tentacles on you since you met him

when you finally stopped pacing, glancing up at his door, all it took was a deep breath before you knocked. a simple ‘come in’ as an answer, you swallowed as you opened his door. there, on his bed - looking almost comically large - sat König, hooded and staring at you, “I was starting to think you’d be too scared to come, Kleiner Soldat.”

when he patted his thigh, gesturing for you to come over, you could hardly breathe. closing the door behind you, just as you were about to walk towards him, he tuts, “Ah— lock the door, schatz.”, accent thick as he spoke lowly. lock the door? for privacy, that’s what you told yourself as you flicked the lock, breathing out when you hear the little click

when you finally walk over to him, nervous as he takes your hand, he looks at you, “Was? Waiting for an invitation? Sit.”, he chuckles, though his command sounds a little rougher. he’s sturdy, comfortable as you awkwardly sit down on his thigh. there’s a moment of silence where he simply looks at you, perched on his leg

“Sorry if this is weird— I’ve just always wanted to know what… those felt like.”, you say, voice strained as you break the silence. there’s a brief moment before König rests his hands on your hips - moving you to straddle his thigh rather than siting side-saddle, “It’s okay, I understand. I know how you get, liebe.”

it’s true, ignoring your curiosity aimed at his tentacles, you always seemed to be interested in one thing or another. König was fond of it, always listening to your little facts and ramblings. back to his chest, he hums, “Hold your hands out, don’t look back.”

that caught your attention, and you did as you were told. hands up in front of you, your eyes widen as familiar fabric is placed in your grasp. his sniper hood. the shock of it almost gets you, already turning your head to ask what he’s doing - but he stops you, his hand coming up to gently grip your chin, turning you to face forward again, “Already ignoring my commands? That’s alright, I’ll let that slide,”, he huffs, leaning a little closer to you, “It won’t happen again, right?”

you can barely manage an ‘okay’ when you feel something touch your bicep. smooth, slick, little suckers lining the underside. oh god, firm muscle coiling around your upper arm. that same sensation at the nape of your neck, dipping just below your shirts collar, “This is what you wanted, liebe?”, voice a little condescending as he speaks

his hands move from your hips to the tops of your thighs, grip firm. in the same place his hands had been, you feel more limbs reach out for you, snug against your waist - ever so slightly constricting. he’s practically pawing at your thighs when your breath hitches, a tentacle drifting down towards your stomach, resting where your shirt stops and pants start. and when it pokes down, just barely grazing your skin, König’s hands shift towards your inner thighs

“Tell me, Mein kurioses Spielzeug, where should I touch you? Hm?”

[edensdahlia]

༊*·˚ Next Door Slut

CHARACTERS: Simon Riley x M! Reader (F! Reader here)

RATING: NSFW

CONTENTS: Civilian reader, male masturbation (solo + assisted), slightly possessive + jealous Simon, he’s your neighbor, mentions of smoking, reader is implied to have slept around, may be tense issues in the writing, protected sex (stay safe y’all), anal fingering, multiple orgasms, biting, brief mention of blood, praise, nicknames used: love, sweetheart

ೃ⁀➷ WORD COUNT: 2.4K

Simon was trying to sleep- truly he was. Perhaps one of the least odd facts about the man concerned his sleeping schedule, particularly his fondness of early bedtimes. Maybe it was the remnants of being forced awake at ungodly hours of the morning or something simpler like the comfort found in routine. Regardless, it didn’t change the fact that it was you who was disturbing his much-needed rest- you and whatever guy you’d managed to pick up this time.

The apartment walls were made of shitty drywall and thin enough that they left no room for the imagination as your headboard banged noisily against the wall parallel to his bed. There was no rhythm to it, just sloppy, stuttering, sounds that matched the cadence of your moans. They were cheap, spilling from you easily with a pitch that was too high. Too fake. He could recognize the underlying falsity in them but that didn’t stop his shorts from tenting. His body acted before his mind could stamp down the rush of heat. It was annoying how easily you could rile him up without even trying; without knowing.

Simon ran a hand reluctantly over his arousal, hissing quietly. You let out another moan, this one higher than the last, a choking gasp of a name. From the sound of it, your voice was being muffled by pillows- and Simon could almost imagine it, the arch of your back, your mouth hanging open- and god it wasn’t fair. The way these men got to have you. You with your bright eyes and teasing smile.

This hadn’t been the first time you’d brought someone back to your apartment. Far from it in fact. He’d grown almost used to the sound of you lost in your pleasures, except he knew you didn’t take enjoyment in it. The moans you uttered now were only for the sake of the man above you, nothing like the ones you made when you were by yourself. When you thought no one could hear. But he did. Oh, Simon heard it every time, and without fail it landed him where he was now.

Hand fisting his cock, slick sounds joining with your moans. For a moment Simon let himself imagine it was him drawing those noises from you. Imagined it was him above you fucking you into the mattress, with nothing on your lips except his name. There was an added feeling lurking in his stomach, one that wasn’t spurred on by his overwhelming need to get off. One which he didn’t want to admit the existence of. 

After all, you were just his neighbor who he occasionally spoke to. It was already embarrassing enough that he was sitting here stroking one out to you, he didn’t need his mind plagued by jealous thoughts of how much better he could treat you.

Simon shifted, his body burning as he dug his heels into his mattress and pressed his nail into his slit. It drew a strange guttural sound from him, one you mimicked in the form of a shaking whine as you came. Or pretended to at least. It wasn't fair. His hips canted upwards, and he came with a muffled groan, his spend coating his hand and the lower half of his shirt.

On the other side of the wall, it fell silent. Exhausted Simon used his shirt to clean his hand and then he pulled the material up and over his head, tossing it to the other side of his room. His head hit his pillows and it didn’t take long before his breathing went ragged and then slowed. The last thought on his mind was of your face twisted in pleasure below him.

♡ 。

There was a light breeze blowing through the compound and on any other day, it would have felt nice except it was hindering Simon’s ability to get his lighter to fucking work. Frustrated he thumbed the serrated metal wheel, hand cupped cautiously around the non-existent flame until finally, it sputtered to life catching the butt end of his cigarette. 

Satisfied Simon drew in a long breath relaxing as he felt the first hit settle the restless jitter that seemed to reside deep in his bones. Exhaling slowly he began sorting through his mail, smoke curling lazily above his head. 

“Late morning?”

The sound of your voice so close behind him had Simon tensing memories of last night flooding back to him full force. It hit like a punch to the stomach and had he been a lesser man he would’ve grimaced in shame from the knowledge of what he’d done. Instead, he flicked his gaze to you watching from the corner of his eye as you jammed your key into the mailbox next to his and turned it. 

“You were loud last night. Could hear you through the damn walls.” Simon grunted returning his wandering gaze back to his mail but not before he saw the mortified look that passed your face. It satisfied something within him that he couldn’t put a name on. Your embarrassment at being caught tasted sweet in his mouth, like a reward. 

Your mailbox slammed closed hurriedly the metallic bang! filling the silence momentarily. “I’m sorry- I didn’t realize.”  You choked out. He watched as you retreated quickly your footsteps hurried. 

Simon wasn’t sure what possessed him- maybe it was the unsatisfied feeling his orgasm had left him with or the building sense of jealousy he was finally admitting may be there- but he turned dropping the cig and stomping it out. His voice called after you in a low growl. “If it was me you wouldn’t have to pretend love.” 

He watched as you stalled, shoulders hunching upwards towards your ears and then lowering just slightly. For a moment Simon thought you would run away but you turned gaze meeting his. “Who says I was pretending?” Your tone bordered on defensive, but there was a challenge hidden behind them. Lurking beneath the surface. 

Simon’s mouth twitched the barest hint of a smile forming. That was the man he knew. Your embarrassment was delightful but the fire was what he longed for. He sought after the bite in your words if only so he could imagine smothering them with his mouth. Soothing away the edge in your voice with his skin pressed to every inch of you. 

Every thought in his mind was consumed with the idea of ruining you and they only got worse as he approached, his face a portrait of lust. He stopped when you two stood side by side, arms just barely brushing, the warmth enough to send shivers up your spine. 

“Prove it.” 

The words were barely there, a low whisper that could have easily been mistaken for the wind. You shivered again but this time for a different reason as Simon continued past you, not even sparing a glance back. His words lingered in the empty space he had left behind; an open invitation to learn more about the man who until presently had been nothing more than a quick conversation. 

♡ 。

Getting to his bedroom was a lot harder than Simon had initially expected. From the moment the door had closed behind you your mouth had been on him as if you were starving and he was the only thing that could satiate your hunger. 

Simon would make sure that he was. 

He couldn’t stand the idea of someone else having you like this and hated the thought that some had. It made his hands itch, burning with the need to have them around something- the trigger of a gun, or the handle of a knife- anything to bring him that familiar sense of control. Neither were near so he dug them into the fat of your hips instead. 

You stumbled through the hallway together teeth knocking as you kissed, fingers bruising skin from where you pulled at each other as if you both were trying to tear the other apart at the seams. Halfway through the door to his bedroom, your clothes were discarded, pulled off in a blur of wandering hands and impatient touches. 

Simon pushed you back onto his bed so that your legs dangled just over the edge. It seemed almost perverse to think about how only mere hours ago he had laid there getting himself off to the sound of your moans. But God, he’d be lying if it didn’t get him harder still, especially when you were looking at him in a way that could only be described as sinful- mouth parted and swollen, eyes half-lidded as if he’d done more than kiss you stupid. 

Everything you did was maddening. Terribly maddening. Simon rested his hands on either side of your face, his body bent over yours. Slowly he lowered himself down to his elbows. His tongue traced over the corner of your mouth, cleaning away a smear of blood that had found its way there, most likely his own doing. “I am going to ruin you.” 

His mouth descended lower burning hot against your already flushed skin and you writhed as sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of your chest, his canines piercing the skin and coming away red. He licked them clean and you watched the slow bob of his Adam's apple. Your voice shook just slightly, “Is that a promise?” He nipped at your hip, hand sliding beneath the band of your underwear and slipping them down past your thighs.

Simon smiled against your skin. “I can promise that once I’m done with you no man will be able to satisfy you like me.” His voice was a low husk against the inner skin of your thigh, his eyes heady as they took in the sight of your exposed hole.

He gathered the pre from your leaking cock and slowly, experimentally pushed a finger into you and then a second picking up in pace as he fucked them into you. You squirmed as his other hand sought out your cock, grip firm as he stroked you at the same pace as his fingers.

“Simon-“ You huffed the stimulation growing to be too much. It’d been far too long since you’d had this kind of focus on you and it made your legs shake. Your orgasm was fast approaching and it seemed that it was his goal to get you there. He twisted his fingers in just the right way that had your head slamming back against the mattress a broken moan being ripped from your chest.

Despite your weak protests, Simon pulled away bringing the hand that was covered in your pre to his mouth, cleaning it off before smiling victoriously.

“Now that was real sweetheart- and I didn’t even have to use my cock.” He swiped his thumb across the head of your cock watching the way you twitched around his fingers, head falling to the side as you let out a small whimper in response. “God you’re breathtaking. How could those tossers not want this?”

“Most of them were drunk-“ You hedged, unsure why you were attempting to defend them. Simon wasn’t having that though. His hand latched back onto you and any thoughts of those other men died at the way his fingers began to work you open again.

It didn’t take long after that to reach your high. You came with a wrecked gasp of his name, grip tightening around the blonde curls on top of his head, your other finding his wrist and holding it in place. Simon gave you a minute to ride it out fingers fucking into you still albeit at a slower pace. Eventually, you relaxed your legs falling around his shoulders loosely, eyes fluttering closed.

The sound of tinfoil being ripped open brought your eyes back to his and then down to where he was rolling the condom onto himself. You held your breath as he slicked the length of him with lube. He was big. Bigger than you had expected.

Simon’s gaze was locked on yours as he resumed his earlier position bent over you. “You okay there sweetheart?” He asked teasingly, using one hand to push your leg up towards your chest and the other to guide himself slowly towards your entrance. You nodded, exhaling slowly.

“There you go love, breathe. I’ll go easy on you.” Simon murmured pushing forward his cock stretching you painfully as he entered inch by inch. He ran his nails up your side soothingly, occasionally stopping to trace over the already bruising bite marks he had left against your skin. His gaze seemed almost affectionate as he admired them.

Once he was sure you had adjusted to the size of him Simon pulled back dragging himself out of you slowly. It took everything in you not to sob as he slammed back into you, picking up a brutal pace that contradicted his earlier words and had you digging your nails into his bicep.

“You’re doing so well sweetheart-” Simon grunted pushing your leg down further against your chest, stretching it in a way that made it ache. His gaze tracked each expression on your face, each twitch of your walls around him. Enthralled with the way your moans spilled from your chest wrecked and shuddering- as if you couldn’t hold them in but were desperately trying to. If you would have opened your eyes you would have seen the almost affectionate look that crossed his face.

As it was you didn’t notice- far too consumed with the feeling of him hitting all the right spots in you and your all too quickly approaching orgasm. And then he pushed your other leg up, joining your first one, and the new angle forced you over the edge. Almost blindingly quick your second orgasm took you. It was a dry orgasm your cock spent from the first but it sent shivers of pleasure up your body nonetheless. You sobbed as Simon pressed his face into your neck and continued his rough pace.

He could feel your hole squeezing him, sucking him in, your body twitching in his grasp. It was driving him crazy. He groaned lowly as you tugged at his hair forcing his gaze to your fucked out expression. “Cum f’me Simon.” You pleaded and who was he to deny you when you asked so sweetly? His hips stuttered against yours, his moan smothered against your mouth as he finally let himself tip over into bliss.

A minute passed and Simon removed himself from you slowly, leaving to toss the condom and returning with a wash rag. He wiped your flushed body down as best he could making sure to be gentle around the bruised bitemarks littering your skin.

“Well?” You murmured as he swiped the rag across your stomach.

“Well, what?”

“Do you think I was pretending with those guys?”

He hummed resuming his cleaning.

“I’m not sure. I think we’ll have to do this again.”

A/N: I just know my notes app is absolutely sick of me- the amount of drafts it has for this fic alone... I have no clue why but I just can’t stay in one document while writing :,) Anyway, if you got to this point thank you for taking the time to read this! Have a wonderful day! (≧∇≦)/ ♡

[pendragon-writes]

König with Flirt Male!Reader

He loves you, he really does

But sometimes you just fluster him too much

He loves you, he really does

But sometimes you just fluster him too much

Won't stop you but if you get to much for him he'll try to find other ways to silence you

You can figure that out for yourself

He won't admit it but he LOVES when you show him off and boast about him

It just makes him feel so loved

I should also mention depending on the way you flirt will get a different reaction from him

If it's physical flirting like touching his shoulder then he would slightly lean into your touch

If it's gift giving (either homemade or bought) and if he is allowed to and he can he'll have it on him.

Be it a keychain or a small pebble he will treat it as if it's priceless. (Ofc it is though you gave it to him)

He loves you, he really does

But sometimes you just fluster him too much

He loves you, he really does

But sometimes you just fluster him too much

Won't stop you but if you get to much for him he'll try to find other ways to silence you

You can figure that out for yourself

I should also mention depending on the way you flirt will get a different reaction from him

If it's physical flirting like touching his shoulder then he would slightly lean into your touch

If it's gift giving (either homemade or bought) and if he is allowed to and he can he'll have it on him.

Be it a keychain or a small pebble he will treat it as if it's priceless. (Ofc it is though you gave it to him)

If you flirt with words then prepare yourself for a mumbling König.

All in all he loves you dearly but if you get too much then you're going to have a very interesting night.

[nikekisaki]

y/n: ghost?

ghost: hm?

y/n: why did the chicken cross the road?

ghost: dunno, why?

y/n: to get to the handsome's house

y/n: knock knock

ghost: who's there?

y/n: me with fried chicken

ghost: why did you kill the chicken?

y/n: i didn't! it was stupid and crossed the road without looking in both directions

[yawnderu]

Hii!! Just read your post about simon loving reader's ass, so what about him falling asleep on our butt while we're reading❤️

HIII GOD YES JHBFEEBHJF

He finds so much comfort on resting his cheek on your ass, the fat and muscle making the perfect pillow for this tired man while you lay on your tummy, reading out loud to him.

''Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering, and that is a fact.'' He's starting to doze off and you let him, knowing he feels comfortable and safe with you.

''Whether it’s good or bad, it is sometimes very pleasant, too, to smash things. I hold no brief for suffering nor for well-being either. I am standing for … my caprice, and for its being guaranteed to me when necessary—'' A soft snore makes a smile come to your lips, silently closing the book and getting comfortable in bed, his hands resting on your back and keeping you warm for now.

To love is to suffer, yet the tender moments with your fiancé make it all worth in the end.

[lucifermonsii]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Bottom m!reader

cw: hints of porn, maid dress, cliffhanger

Recently, you've seen many tiktoks and videos online seeing men in maid dresses, sure it was, well, something. Though it looks quite fun to try, isn't it? So you bought it and it arrived. Trying it on wasn't difficult. The skirt was above your knees, and it looks well on you. It hides your crotch is what matters. Simon is going to come home any minute now from his long tiring day of work, so why not reward him for working so hard to provide for you? It's not like you're not doing work or anything. You just work at home. Sometimes, going into the office.

You decided to play dangerous, so you wore nothing beneath the skirt, just being the little slur you are to tease him.

Eventually, the sounds of heavy foot steps broke your trance as you realised that he's already here.

Simon groans as he finally arrives home, dropping his heavy duffle bag beside him before untying his boots that were stained with mud and dirt. Placing it behind the door right next to yours, he's about to pick up his duffle bag before a pair of hands grabbed them and carried the bag. Simon stands back up and looks down at you, his blue eyes locked with yours as he realises what you were wearing.

"A maid dress, really?"

He raises an eyebrow at you as he questions in his usual gruff and cold tone, eyeing you up and down as he takes every inch of what you were wearing.

"So."

You sassed at him with a raised eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked away from him. Still carrying his duffle back with an arm. Not only were you wearing just a maid dress but with knee-high socks to go along it, i mean it was better than fish nets. Or would he like fish nets better?

"Nothing love' you look... cute."

He says as he carries you by your ass, each of his calloused hands on each of your cheeks as he lifts you up with ease as if you weight nothing. He hums when he realised you weren't wearing boxers. Blush crept on your cheeks the moment he picked you up. The duffle bag fell down with a thud as your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Naughty boy.."

He murmurs as his warm breath brushes against your ear, making your flush furthens as your legs wrap around his waist. As his ring finger circles your ass, tapping on it with a 'tsk', leaving his lips before his hand slipped beneath the skirt. Now holding you by your bare ass cheeks. His middle finger against your entrance.

"Fuckin' slut you already lubed yourself?"

[fortheloveofkonig]

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the 141 x Male reader, they know alot of medical like they use their knowledge of the human body against anyone whom threatens them (or people the care about). They aren't a medic are doctor parday but have extensive knowledge of the field that helps the team. Seem cold uncaring and ruthless but if anyone of them is injured its like a total switch of 'mom bear mode' checking them over the gentle hands and worry.

(Kinda of trope of don't mess with the doctor lol)

Summary: TF 141 reacts to Reader who knows a frightening amount of medical knowledge.

Note: I'm going to do this as more of a headcanons type of post ^^ hope this is good enough! ^^ I did 95% of this all in the last 2 hours

Content: Medical speak, Injuries, Slight Torture, Slightly Bad Medical Research, But I Did Research. Roach Talks.

Word Count: 1085

TF 141 x Knowledgeable in Medic Field M! Reader

Ghost

Probably first heard about your knowledge from Soap talking to him about how terrifying it is to see it come into play

Doesn't believe him.

You've always been good at what you do but have never shown any previous knowledge or interest in the medical field so, who can blame him?

There was also no way you could've went to medical school unless you were years above your usual education range

He finally sees it come into play when you two were 'interrogating' someone.

"If you're gonna stab, don't do it right there. Price said he needs to stay alive."

Ghost looks at you, annoyed. "I've stabbed many people and seen many people survive stab wounds of surrounding areas."

"In lower places of the abdomen and with quicker medical care, if you do it there" You point to where he had the knife, pointed at the tied up man's skin. "It could puncture an intestine and we will be fucked. If you want to stab, move the knife below the belly button...about right... right there. Do not remove the knife once it pierces through."

He did as you said, with questions, but still followed your lead.

From then on he watched everything you did, even noticing that you took care of some of the rookies that ended up with minor cuts and damage that wasn't enough to bother the medics with.

Needless to say, he also ended up coming to you for some patch ups, mostly when he wanted to keep his new damage a secret from Price.

He ended up finding it kind of hot during the interrogation thing so he often asked to do things like that with you again.

Soap

Honestly, probably figured out about your medical knowledge after he was being a dumbass with explosives and almost got hurt.

"Go change into some shorts and a tank top." Your voice was in a serious tone as you went to grab a nearby first aid kit.

"Already wanting to see me strip?"

You just glared at him until he actually left and did what was told.

Despite having only a few scratches, you still cleaned them up as best as you could.

You also went on a rant about it too, about how dumb he was

"Do you realize how dumb you are? What if you actually made a big explosion and a piece of shrapnel flew and hit one of the carotid arteries in your neck?

"My What?"

"Do you realize how fast you would've died? Why weren't you wearing any protective gear?"

"I'm pretty bad at forgetting protection."

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

That was not the last time you had to clean his wounds, he seems to be a magnet for them.

Asks you more about medical stuff, just to get an idea on how much you know.

You know a lot.

Unsure at this point if he hurts himself in new ways just to hear you yell at him for what dumb way he could've gotten himself killed this time.

Gaz

He falls out of helicopters a lot, that's the truth. What's one more time?

This time (and somehow not the last?) he ended up hurting his foot, you were there the whole time when it happened.

When the both of you were both safe in the safety of a van, you got him to put his leg up so you could check it.

"This is stupid" He mutters, "It's nothing more than it has been in the past."

"Shush, let me concentrate" You mutter feeling around his bootless ankle, nodding your head when you hear him hiss at a pointed touch.

"Any pain when you walk on it?"

"Possibly....yes."

"I'm gonna say it's a sprain for now but I think we should take you to the infirmary after we get back to base. Doesn't seem dislocated. Possible fracture though."

It was just a sprain

Was surprised when you spoke fluent...doctor to the doctor.

Honestly felt like a little kid in the doctor's office, watching his parent's converse with the Doctor telling them what was wrong.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Price

Always knew, almost nothing gets by him unnoticed

Was probably one of the reasons he wanted you on the task force.

He knows how soap and gaz the boys are

Has you teaching rookies how to probably put a tourniquet on.

"What the fuck are you doing? That's not how I taught you."

The rookie you were speaking to just looked down at the dummy that they were working on and the tourniquet, "It looks-"

"Terrible! He's still bleeding out! Retry it."

Definitely has to sit in on these sessions, some rookies have complained to him that you take it too far.

You always just use the excuse that if those were real people and not training dummies, they'd be at fault for letting them die.

He agrees with you.

The rookie looks over at Price.

"Get to it. He told you to retry it. The man is bleeding out."

Mostly just sits in because it's less complaints now that he is showing he agrees with you in front of everyone.

Roach

This fucker needs a friend that has medical knowledge

Much like Soap, it seems like he is a wound magnet

Was probably the first of the 141 that you had to go full protective, medical knowledge out and work on him.

Man's like a tank too, no matter what the day brings to him it seems he's just able to walk it off

You don't let him

"You're limping, sit down."

He just waves it off, "'m good."

"Like hell you are." You walk up to him and grab his wrist, dragging him to a nearby chair and pushing him onto it. "Stay or I'll have Ghost lay on you."

Does not stay.

You cannot get Ghost to lay on him.

You just end up pelting pillows at him until he joins into a pillow fight, and you both end up getting exhausted.

"I'll rest right here."

"Good."

Stubborn but still okay with medical help

Often comes to you with oddly specific questions.

"Hypothetically, if a car blew up in the near vicinity of where I was at, what is the possible health issues that could arise?"

"Well, burn marks obviously, depending on the distance it could be any degree. If it was enough to knock you over, then a possible concussion. Depending if you hit the ground and hard enough, possible broken or fractured bones. Not to even mention the possible pieces of metal and glass flying, and just blast trauma in general. Could cause damage to internal organs with enough force."

"Okay, so...hypothetically, if that happened, I should go to the infirmary?"

"Roach, were you next to a car when it blew up?"

"..."

"Gary???"

You immediately dragged him to the infirmary.

[blingblong55]

Good boy- Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

photo credits: @/BettyBRenders on twitter (right) @ave661 (left)

Based on a request:

I need a Ghost being dominant with his male reader please 🤭. ---- M!Reader, 18+, MDNI, dom!Ghost, esablished!relationship, soldier!reader, anal!sex, sub!reader, unprotected!sex, some oral!sex ----

A/N: I'm sorry if this isn't good

It was a long day at base, Simon was excited because he would finally get the chance to spend the evening with his love. Simon knocks on your door, "Love, c'mon, let's go rest," he leans on the doorway, watching as you finish your last filling. You sigh, "Ten more minutes," you try but he doesn't budge. "No, you've worked enough today, Price can finish the rest," he closes your laptop and takes your hand. He had a bad day today, that was clear and of course, he would let out all his frustrations on you.

Once in his room, he pushes you to his bed, "Simon-" you try and he shakes his head. "No no no, just be a good boy," he leans forward, his lips meeting yours as he feels himself get hard. Your hands meet his bulge, "Needy now, aren't we?" he chuckles and kisses your neck. His hands looked at the lube in the drawer. "C'mon love, take 'em off." Your hands slowly undoing his belt, his own hands undoing your clothes.

The room is filled with low chuckles, whispers and kisses as he feels himself grown impatient. Clothes were thrown on the floor so carelessly, smiles and more kisses fill the room, he looks at you. "Just be a good boy for me," he whispers, his hand stroking your cock. "Fuck," you moan, he looks at you, grin on him. He was always so patient but when he had a long stressful day. Your hands wander to his fat cock but he stops you, holding both your wrists above your head as he sighs. He teases his tip on your tight hole, the lube spread on you as he grunts, slowly letting his fat cock spread your pretty hole open.

You moan, your eyes are half open as he begins to slowly thrust himself into you. "Fuck– my love," Simons thrusts grow faster, his balls hitting your ass repeatedly. Your cock beginning to throb as you feel him inside of you, your eyes are shut by now. His hands fly to your neck, choking you as he begins to pound you mercilessly. You whimper and he lets out a low chuckle. "Oh don't be like that. Good boys can take it, right, darling." You give him a desperate nod and beg for him to touch you.

"Now now, be good, I want to fuck your arse raw," he whispers in your ear. Your arousal growing by the second. His tongue on your bare chest, your moans fill the room now. Eyes shut but he soon forces them open, "C'mon darling, keep 'em open." He commands.

"Simon~" "That's right, say my name, R/N." "I…fuck…Simon, I-i can't take it," you whimper. "Eyes on me, don't close them," he growls.

"On your stomach, darling," he gently flips you over, pushing your head on the mattress. His strong hand pushes you deeper, his cock deep inside of you, your bare ass red from the many slaps he has given you. Simon's lips on your neck, marking you as his over again. "n~ngh, Simon," your eyes shut close, his thrusts slow as he fucks himself into you. He brushes your hair as he whispers praises. "Taking me so well, love," he moans, beginning to twitch as he fills you up with his seed.

"Si," you whimper. "I know, love," he turns you on your back and begins to stroke your cock as he continues to dump his cum inside of you. "I'm- so s-sensitive," you try and push his hands off you. "Now now, you knew if I cum, you do too," he whispers. Simon gets on his knees and begins to give you head. "Fuck, fuck, Si, I can't…please…please I'm so sensitive," your voice whiny. He doesn't care, he begins to make eye contact with you, lust-filled eyes as he continues. Whatever he couldn't fit in his mouth, he stroked with his hand. The way he gagged on your fat cock, how his eyes rolled back made you fill his pretty and tight little mouth with your cum.

"Fuck, Si, fuck," you moan, your hand on his head as you push his head deeper. "Fuck…fuck, just let me fill you up," you moan louder. And as he pulls away, he wipes his mouth, pulling you in and kissing you. "Taste yourself, love." The kiss is long-lasting as he picks you up and pulls you into bed. "You did well, okay love?" Simon's calloused hands caressing your face, "I love you, remember that." He always did this, have sex with you, fill you with his cum, kiss you passionately and remind you of his love for you.

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[stankygay]

141 x m!reader: Captured & Found

Captain John Price

He had chewed through his favorite cigars as they tried to find you. The last mission had gone to utter shit and he felt responsible for you being captured. When Laswell called Price on your possible location, he threw the ruined cigar in the bin and got his men ready. When he found you, you were in a dark damp cell. Your eye was black and you had some minor wounds. He was the first one to push through into the cell. He checked you over assessing your injuries. You smiled at him, bloody teeth glinting in the minimal light. He had a deep frown on his face. You tried to joke, tried to make light of the situation. You hated the way Price looked, like he was the one that beat you and put you in the cell himself. When he cut your bindings you found your hand reaching for his arm. The squeeze of his muscle reminded him that you were and present. That you weren't dead or worse. "Stay with me John," you utter. And he feels even more guilty for the fact that you are the one comforting him instead.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

He was eerily silent the entire time. He listened to orders and the intel gathered about your location. Everyone stared at him weary for any reaction but there was none. He kitted up like regular, stood on the helo, and waited for orders. He went up ahead before anyone else and no one even tried to hold him back. He found you, your arms hanging above your head by metal cuffs and a chain. He walked over to you, and got the cuffs off of you. You were bleary eyed and concussed. The skull face in front of you looked familiar but you couldn't really think. When he spoke, the words warmed your bones. He asked for a sit-rep and you could barely speak. You were exhausted. When he half dragged you out of the location, in the sunlight you could clearly see Ghost's eyes. He was worried. He got you to the medics, he stayed close but never got in the way as you were treated. He was the one to reach out for you once your wounds were packed. He was the one to grab your hand in his. He squeezed your fingers and you tried to squeeze back but you had no energy. You felt yourself slowly falling asleep but he kept squeezing. And then he began to talk just to keep you awake. He spoke about his collection. Anything to keep you lucid as they flew out to the closest hospital.

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

He was antsy. He couldn't sit still, he might have back talked Price but the captain let it go this once. He didn't want to wait. He tried hard but he needed to do something. He followed into the building but with each step he took he felt his stomach sink further. The cameras in the building showed you. Their enemies lay dead and now they could grab you and exfil. Gaz didn't hesitate, he ran into the empty room where you were tied to a chair. He immediately reached out and held your face in his hands. "Love," he asked squeezing softly as you opened your eyes to look at him. He smiled when he saw those familiar eyes look at him. His stomach was still in knots with worry but now he was here. He helped you up from the chair as gently as he could. He never let you go as they exfiled, not even when the medics tended to your wounds. He kept rubbing your arms and back. He whispered in your ear that you were fine, that you were so strong. Your chest felt warm being in his presence and no longer kept back in that room. They had tried to get information from you, but you never spoke. A risk of being in the task force, but you trusted these men with your life. Gaz kissed your temple, taking in the faint smell of your shampoo that had faded with the scent of sweat and blood.

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish

He was almost benched on the spot. He had gone off without waiting for orders. The only reason he hadn't gone and leveled the building completely was because he had been caught by Ghost. Soap was serious. A deep frown on his pouty lips. His fingers tossing a frag back and forth. His veins felt alight with fire, angry and looking to put a bullet between the eyes of these assholes that took you. You had not gone without a fight but there were so many they had to regroup. Soap hated they had to leave you to them. Price tried to explain why, but all he wanted was to get you back. When the got to the location, maybe he set up some c-4 around. Maybe he rigged this dingy garage to blow up once they were several clicks away. They found you on the ground. Blood spilling from your nose and staining your gear. You had been stripped of your weapons and your kit. He ran and knelt in front of you. His hand immediately going for your pulse point. You flinched at the touch, sitting up and a knife aimed at Soap's chest. He moved away and raised his hands but he wasn't upset. Those clear blue eyes were familiar. You sagged in relief. "Fuckin' hell," you muttered to yourself as you drooped onto his shoulder. Soap checked you over, as they planned to leave. Soap had a worry in his brow but he also had a giant smile on his face. Cause you were a fighter, even as you swayed on your feet, he proclaimed how strong you are and how you'd never go down without a fight.