#zero mw2

[shotmrmiller]

(secret lovers but simon will not be kept a secret.)

you hadn't liked him from the get go. amongst the regulars that frequent the place you work at serving drinks, had been him; a burly, massive figure that commanded attention even though his clothes were nondescript and blended into the shadows created by the sickly, flickering lights overhead. his broad shoulders were squared, imposing, the fabric of his faded jeans stretched taut over his knees, tapering down to his scuffed sneakers.

him appearing a menace isn't what made him stand out. it doesn't even make him special, to be honest. one too many rowdy oafs call this hole in the wall a haven, seeking solace at the bottom of a thick glass.

it's the very air around him. it's heavy, muted, as if absorbing sound and movement. that one time you had the displeasure of personally handing him an beer, it'd felt suffocating, pressed down on you, made it hard to breathe. the stillness had been almost palpable, the usual hum of the bar nought but a distant buzz, even the clank of the chilled glass on the table had seemed muffled.

you'd felt the drink slosh over the rim in your haste to get away, retreat, escape. he hadn't even glanced your way and you'd been overwhelmed.

fucking hell.

and that's not the worst of it. the way he looks at people is unsettling. his beady eyes glint with a manic, rabid hunger, fixated on any bare legs that come into his field of view, as if he sees nothing but prey. that turns the discomfort that pricks at your skin into disgust.

revolting bull of a man is a pervert to boot.

(sometimes he comes in with others, 3 much more approachable, charismatic men that pop that personal bubble of oppressive silence he brings with him with their boisterous laughter and lively chatter. they're good folk except for when they want to act like your eyes are on your chest.)

so it's a true shame you spent weeks snarking about how foul he is when he's one of the best lays you've ever had in your life. (and continues to be.)

it's all discreet, of course. you can't be caught having a thing with the man you'd cursed up, down and sideways because he wouldn't stop staring at the tits you let him come on that same week.

you wouldn't even know how to explain how all of this started. that'd he'd been a surprised you and strong armed a belligerent drunk off the property for you a while back? that he'd happened to be around when your car got a flat, pulled out a jack from the bed of his truck and told you to sit your 'pretty arse' inside while he changed it? or that after the nth night of him being the very last patron, you realized he'd only leave after you were done with restocking and ready to close up shop?

you kept it all of it on the down low. pretended you couldn't feel his eyes on you, boring holes into the side of your head while at work then garble out his name through the fingers you're drooling over after work.

and it stayed that way for a while. he never stayed longer than you let him (not like that meant anything, he barely let you out the bed to pick up the door dash before he sat you on the countertop and lapped at your sore cunt until you came.)

he rarely used his phone so there was no worry about sudden texts while you had friends around.

it seemed a fine thing at the time. but then he started sitting at the bar top instead of his usual corner haunt, occasionally calling you over with a curl of his fingers (the ones he had you lick clean last night.) he stopped being a total lech, keeping his eyes glued onto you and you only, being so blatant about it that your co-workers offered to walk you to your car later.

embarrassing. you'd meant to give him a talk about laying off the intensity of his stare but it slipped your mind when he slipped into you from behind while fisting your hair.

when your boss is the one that gives you the stranger danger talk, even though you have said strangers love bites mottling the junction of your shoulder, you decide that enough is enough. so after your shift, you ask to speak with him.

only to have him snort in your face.

"don't think so."

before you get to say anything else, he's sitting you on the hood of his truck, legs hooked over his shoulders, eye level with your bare pussy because he'd stuffed your knickers into his pocket before work.

the first glide of his tongue between your folds is deliberately slow, tip catching the bundle of nerves at the top. your palm stings from digging your nails into it.

the second sends a shiver licking up your spine, his hands dimpling the soft of your thighs to keep you from squirming.

"look at me."

your body reacts instinctively at the low, grating tone of his voice and you're peering down at him before your mind can even catch up.

he nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. "best get used to 'avin' me 'round." this was no conversation.

the tips of his fingers grazing over your wet heat, gently prodding the entrance. when he sinks them in, scissoring, thrusting, you realize he's not going to let you come.

this isn't a reward. this is about to be your punishment.

slick glistens on his knuckles under the streetlight as he undoes the zipper of his jeans, the sound of the metal teeth deafening in your prickling ears.

simon puts his hand close to your mouth like he's done in the bedroom, and you spit on it, like you've done in the bedroom.

the searing (but oh so good) burn is both familiar and not when you take him to the root, a shuddering breath escaping your quivering lips at the sensation of him filling you until the seams feel like they're becoming undone.

he lowers his head to nose your sweat-slick temple, large hands flat by your sides. his breaths warm your throat as he speaks.

"i won't be your dirty little secret, pet."

a hand creeps up to the nape of your neck, claiming a fistful of hair. simon pulls a sibilant hiss from you when he tugs hard enough to ache.

ouch.

"can't shove me in a closet and pocket the key." he rolls his hips once, twice before widening his stance.

oh.

oh no.

"now be good and let me take what's mine."

there'd been no arguing with him before he fucked you in earnest, and certainly not after when he takes you home, spend dripping onto his seat on the way there, where he makes you ride him on the driveway, only letting you go inside once he felt he got his message across.

(message understood.)

the next morning you wake to sore thighs, a throbbing pussy, a dry mouth and a text from your boss.

i've got cameras outside the place, by the way. go home next time.

at least you didn't get fired 🥴

[moongreenlight]

Soap (who you’ve never met before ever in your life) being your server during an anniversary dinner with your long-time boyfriend except he took one look at you by the host stand and decided he had to have you. 

Calls you “sweet thing” while he unwraps a straw and puts it in your water glass for you. 

Asks if you’re out with your brother (without making eye contact with your boyfriend) and even after you told him no, he still ‘makes the mistake’ a few other times during the meal. 

Stops over way more than is necessary. Probably has the kitchen intentionally screw up your appetizer so that when you bring it up he can make you feed him off of your fork. For quality control, of course. “Cannae have a sweet thing like you wasting the talents of a pretty mouth like that on something below par.”

Your boyfriend is pissed. Sends back his food twice and makes such a scene that the manager comes over. When he throws accusations of an “overly fucking friendly waiter,” you try to smooth the situation over by saying that everything was fine. Your boyfriend gets so riled that he throws a fistful of cash on the table and tells you it should cover his meal and your ride home. 

Soap swoops in while you’re sobbing at the table. Slides in your side of the booth carrying a scoop of vanilla ice cream topped with an obscene amount of whipped cream and a cherry. Squashes you up against the wall while he coos kind things in your ear. Like he’s reading off a script meticulously chosen to include all of the right things that make you let down your guard enough to agree to let him drive you home. 

“Wouldnae hear of you driving yourself home in this state, kitty.”

And once he finally gets you back to his, he goes in for the kill. Keeps saying the right things, keeps wrapping his arm around you and pulling you right into his side, keeps pushing his face close to yours. So much so that it almost feels like it’s your idea when you- still hiccuping and sniffling softly- lean forward and close the centimeters wide gap between you.

[ilovelosermen69]

Girls when they see a man in uniform

[konigsblog]

One thing about Kidnapper-König is that he doesn't allow you to do basic human actions or make your own decision. After all, you're not a human when you're around König, or at least that's what he claims. Being a person would mean that you're equal to him, and you're nothing but a disobedient mutt.

He restricts you of your rights. Oh, you want to walk? Unfortunately, you only have permission to crawl. He will infantilize you, act as if you're incompetent and need his help 24/7, that you're too clumsy to manage on your own. You're not allowed to speak unless spoken to, unless it's an immediate emergency. You cannot act human-like, only act like a pet. You must always obey his command, regardless of how cruel or violating it is.

And because you're unable to speak, that means he'll put words in your mouth to satisfy himself, or to tease you, desperate for a reaction that he can mock. Oh, you're cold? Do you want König to warm you up? Do you want to sit on his big lap and allow him to envelop you in his welcoming arms? Don't hiss at him, Liebling. Know your place.

You don't like the food on the dining table? Well, that's too bad. König will restrain you with rope and spoon-feed you if he must, wiping away your tears and humiliate you for being pathetic. You're tired and don't feel well? Well, König doesn't. Keep going for him, even if your limbs feel numb and weak, and your head is spinning.

[arabellasfvv]

Simon who just does everything wrong.

MDNI 18+ This might have hints of dubcon? I'm not sure, so just be warned.

You see this big, bulky man with intense eyes at the bar and you're convinced he's gonna rock your world. You're sure you will be drooling into his matress, your brain will be mush and you'll be unable to walk tomorrow...

His first mistake was responding to a dirty comment with "Gotta do that with guns too." Right... Well, you can look past that, you've heard worse.

But it gets worse when you're stumbling past the door to his apartment, and he downright slams you against a wall. You wince at the Impact, and Simon doesnt seem to notice. His lips smash against yours, and even if its uncoordinated and messy you still want some cock, so you kiss back.

When he decides its time for the bedroom he hauls you over his shoulder, and with the alcohol in your system it makes you dizzy for a second. Gripping onto his skin to try and steady yourself. And he's not much more gentle with letting you down on the bed, thank god it was a soft matress.

You're pretty sure atleast one piece of clothing broke with the way he ripped them off you. "Shh, shhh— hold up, big guy." Literally. Your eyes immediately widened when you sat there goddamn monster between his legs, which he was immediately trying to push past your entrance.

"Get me wet first, yeah?" You mumble, and he groans. "Right. Yes ma'am."

He's impatient, or maybe he's just inexperienced. Either way, you were starting to doubt you'll walk out here fucked dumb. It hurts when he bites down your nipples, sucking hickeys into the supple skin of your breast. And you have to pry his head off to remind him, "Gentle."

"C'mon, love. Just wanna get my dick wet." You slap the back of his head, making him flinch in suprise. And bite down on your breast in retaliation, you wanna curse at him, or slap him again. But you're caught off guard when a rough hand slips between your legs. Calloused fingers gliding through your soaked folds— you weren't even sure when that happend— and he hums in something akin to appreciation.

"And your cunt seems just right for tha'."

"Crude fucking bastard is what you are." You kick him when his palm delivers a soft slap to your pussy, but this time he doesnt flinch. Changes his position, grabs your hips in those big hands and drags your body closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Just take it for me, yeah?"

Your back arches and your hands claw at his forearm when he pushes himself in, the stretch immediately hard to take. A whorish moan escaping you when you feel the way he twitches as you clench around his girth.

"You're not— shit, man. Don't— nghh..." your panic about the fact this stranger is going inside you raw is replaced by a mixture of bliss and and suprise when he suddenly pushes all the way in. There's no way you ever felt this full. And its fucking heavenly. Despite the pain of it all you're almost craving more.

"Gonna fill you up good..." he grunts between rough thrusts. And you want to protest, because no the hell he is not! But all you can do is moan and whine around him.

He's a bastard. Focused on chasing his own pleasure so much he doesn't even realise how much you're trying to get him to change his rhythm, his angle so he stops brushing against your cervix and instead find your g-spot.

"Fuck— please, man!" You cry out from frustration, trying to find that edge. The fingers on your clit replaced by his own. But its all wrong, he's too hard on it, no gentle circles coating it with slick, just mindless swipes across the bundle of nerves. And you wanna punch him for it.

You almost cry when you feel him start to twitch again, rubbing along your wet walls so deliciously. But he's mumbling about "take it fo' me.. fucking 'ell, just like that." And you just barely manage to pull yourself back before ropes of cum started spilling out of his reda dn angry tip. Coating your pubes and lower stomach in the milky substance.

"The hell, girl?!" He hisses, because that was just not satisfying. Ruined his orgasm with that whole stunt. For what? "Ain't gonna get pregnant by your ass."

You dont listen to him when he mumbles something about "can't anyway." Had his balls cut, or some blabbering like that. Too busy taking the shirt he'd thrown aside and wipe his spunk off your body.

"You're a bastard." "You're hot." Blunt bastard, just brushing past the insult. "You've got potential I suppose."

He hums, his eyebrows furrow in a way that makes you believe he's confused. Probably done this play on plenty of girls and they had just ate it straight out of his hand, devouring every crumb he delivered. But not you, no sir.

You're crawling out of his bed, legs wobbling and sore. And he doesnt even offer to help out, doesnt offer a steadying hand. Doesnt stop you when you start throwing on your clothes. "Leaving?"

"Yes." "Hmm. Coulda gone another round." God, it's been so long since you a met man this annoying and selfish. But you decide to leave it. Clenching your jaw and hoping you meet him again. If he isn't gonna ask for your number, you weren't gonna offer it to him. But if you happen to stumble across him again, thats clearly fate telling you to fix his ass.

"Im gonna make a proper man out of you..."

He can only smirk and palm his already hardening cock while watching you leave.

[zerosconsort]

Zero's Fic Binding - all that's said in the low light

all that's said in the low light by headlocket

Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)

Ship: John “Soap” MacTavish/Simon “Ghost” Riley

Start Date: 2/26/24

End Date: 3/31/24

Pages: 581

Okay, .....let's talk about low light.

While not the first book that I made, all that's said in the low light is the fic that got me off my ass and made me start binding.

The theme for low light was a water damaged journal. I spent a while looking at handwriting fonts, like I know most of you do, to find something that I felt matched Johnny's vibe as much as possible.

For the headers, I pulled the most violent lines from poems in the fic and settled them into the headers. I kept the chapter notations simple, with a harsher font, and faded the color down into the text. For the flashbacks, I laid a coffee stain images behind the text. There are 4 or 5 different textures I used through the flashbacks scenes so that they're similar but not the same. I did spend quite a long time doing the text messages and imbedding them evenly into the text. I wanted them to interrupt the text, but not too badly -  Its something I want to do again for another bind.

I used the art heartlocket had in the beginning to reframe the photos and settled them into a two page spread. I pulled out Ghost's trinkets too, and hazed them into the background with more of the lines from the poems. It's all...very light (we were learning) but i REALLY like the vibe.

The cover is simple text and leaves design, with the back quite just as simple. At the time, this leaf work was rough - the vinyl did not cut well and everything pulled and shifted when I weeded it.

Looking back, all I can see of this book is all the things that I've improved on over the year and change. I'll probably remake this book sooner rather then later - get it tighter, on better paper, with a actual cover board and a nice blade in the circuit to cut this vinyl.

This was also the first time I tried to chisel trim the edges. This....did not go well. But the first time you try to do anything, your going to be really bad at it. It's going to be not great. And that's ok - because your allowed to be bad at something while you're learning it.

I'm talking to past me. But if I'm talking to you too, then listen: it's okay to be bad at it. That's part of the process.

This fic is beautiful. It's a gut punch, that's for sure - and personally it set a very specific tone for how I read Soap in other fics. The author sets a very grounded, steady world for the boys to move through. This is my favorite Ghost/Soap fic. If you haven't read it, please do - ASAP.

[thisnoah]

I had a thought

[numberonecodwomenfan]

im not usually one for hybrid aus (nothing against them just not my thing) but i cannot get the image of leonberger könig out of my head.

big ass dude like him, people look at him and think “he’s gotta be some wild animal like a lion or a bear” but no. he’s a big fluffy stupid idiot dog.

his ears peek out of the arm holes of his fuckass t shirt mask and he’s got a big ass tail that could knock someone out if he wagged it hard enough. he’s hairy as fuck, and even though only his tail and ears have the actual dog fur on them, he still sheds like crazy.

“ok well he’s a big dog, and he’s in the military. surely he’s mean” incorrect. as soon as he steps off the field he is literally the sweetest man alive. sure he’s awkward and a little blunt but outside of work he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

he’s also a CUDDLER. leonbergers have a funny little nickname i cant remember because of how cuddly they are. he will lay his entire heavy ass self across horangi’s lap like he weighs 10 pounds and horangi WILL have to deal with it unless he wants to witness könig’s big sad wet droopy puppy eyes.

anyway. might draw this eventually. love leonbergers

[verstiledolleee]

Okay! In the last poll everyone wanted dad!simon and his son, so that’ll hopefully be out tdy or tmrw! Hopefully today! And if anyone has any Drabble request for mk1 and cod so send them in I’ll done em when I’m finished!

[heathcliffvu]

Switch clothes👕 I love these 2 silly so need to draw them together 😇

[zero-aves]

My sibling made me draw our dog Nellie with Ghost,, It's an inside joke that our dog killed the queen so they got me to draw this,,,,

[liamthemailman]

beautiful boy ace doe

Ace faceclaim - Markiplier

ref under cut

what are the chances of markiplier seeing this lmao

[thegnomelord]

speaking of a cod apocalypse (i think actually idk i just skimmed over my tl) thoughts on the boys becoming some sort of fucked up mutated creatures?

like they're soldiers, right? and assuming the government sends them out to deal with whatever apocalyptic shit there is, surely one of them makes a stupid mistake that'll cost them their lives. fast forward to them succumbing to whatever radioactive shit decided to live in their bodies, and they're dead but alive? and like... just grotesque things. they're still them, just more brutal and monstrous. maybe their skin is melting off, maybe they're growing another limb or two, maybe they have teeth growing on their head.

anyways, thoughts on this kind of genre???? :))))

(i think itd be cool if like.... some of them merged together, just a mass of limbs and skin :33)

Okay, consider: Horizon zero dawn world, full of killer machines and tribes n shit, combined with the virus from the Prototype (that and darksiders are my fav games of all time tbh) also body horror, specifically the blend of machine and flesh bh, is my favorite shit :Dd this is a rough idea

So like as killer machines were sweeping across the planet, devouring everything in sight and replicating, a disease was created that, it was hoped, would be able to infect and eat away at the metal. But it fails, the virus ends up infecting the soldiers that are fighting against the machines and just, combining the human and machine.

The world eventually goes so far to shit that everything on the planet dies. The war machines become deactivated and some of the machine/human mutants are sealed away in bunkers to be used as experiments.

And just like, the 141 becoming a blend of steel and flesh in the grotesque approximation of what they used to be, able to strip away parts of other machines and graft them to their own forms.

Gaz was the first, fighting on the front lines back when he had foolishly believed the killer robots could be defeated. He had gotten separated when he got infected, the fear secondary only to the pain as his flesh literally melted into the corruptors, bone and muscle becoming tangled in gears and wires until all he could feel were his numerous stilt like legs now scrambled to gain purchase on the blood soaked ground . Turned into some weird metal scorpion bellow the waist, weaponry weighing on his back and coolant full wires snaking across his body, Kyle had passed out from the pain, his body further changing in his slumber to grow skin and eyes over the raw metal.

He woke up deep underground in a bunker, turned into a science experiment.

Price was next. He was a soldier turned scientist, working on a subfunction of the teraforming AI that would work to clear the world of the virus that had unleashed. He was the soft voice of comfort Kyle would listen to when they pricked and prodded him, the person Kyle spilled his heart out time and time again.

It came as little surprise when Price became infected. He had started to feel lethargic and sick for the few days, all of it going unnoticed as no one knew how the virus affected humans. That was until he came in contact with a Plowhorn, that changed him into a bulwark of flesh and metal, a living tank with a heavy crest of horns sitting on his head and thick metal plates to protect him.

Price and Kyle kept each other from going insane, figuring out the worst part of the virus — they had become immortal like the machines, but still felt pain like people, pain muddling their brains when pistons and gears would grind against flesh again and again until it regrew in a different way.

They were finally freed when the people experimenting on them died and the AI released the locks of the doors. They emerged hell knows how many years later, taking the first steps into a reborn world that was still crying in it's cradle.

Soap was amongst the first humans to emerge from the mechanical cradle, thrust into a wild and untamed world full of strange machines, with no tools but his hands. While out trying to scavange some of the metal from downed glinthawks he was attacked by Scrappers, ending up infected with the virus that had been slumbering in the earth. Soap became like the sphinx, glinthawk wings attaching to his back with wires, talons merging with skin and pushing out bone, the body of the scraper combining with his own until he was unable to stand on two legs, forced to crawl on all fours and screech in pain through distorted vocal chords until Price and Gaz found him. They took care of him until he was used to his body enough to soar through the air about as well as he could run across the earth.

Simon was the last, born to a tribe that valued strength and worshipped the machines above all. And Simon is the only one who's convergence to steel has any semblence of thought or preparation. He had spent years hunting Fireclaws, tearing off the intact pieces and pistons after every hunt until the shamans of his tribe deemed him ready to become one of the metal gods. The change was slow and painful, bones melting and hardening around new metal, body getting bigger and flesh stretching to fit the new frame, heavy claws weighing on his muscular arms until Simon had become Ghost.

It wasn't what he expected. What he had done in an attempt to fit in amongst his kin served to further push him away as his tribe worshipped him as one of the machine gods, erasing his name as Simon. It was a relief when he met the others, finding comfort in their disfigured and grotesque bodies that looked so similar like his own.

And then you meet them.

Maybe you're a foolish mercenary that stumbled too far into the wild, maybe you're one of the subfunctions of the original teraforming AI that gained sentience. Either way, you didn't fear them, you tried to talk to them, to get to know them even when every societal law of your tribe deemed them as monsters and demons.

And on one random evening, when they had all settled into a rough cuddle pile, scarred flesh over sharp metal creating enough of a cushion for you to sleep in the middle of them all — safe and warm... It occured to them: you are nice, you are kind, and they want to to stay by their side.

[alexawesimping]

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[glockholster]

hi friend, im glock, i am genderfluid, any pronouns... and i also am very ambiguous with my gender so i may be a mystery until i just tell u or u ask. my interests: tcc (i dont condone), cod, roblox, movies [especially the batman (2022)], tf2, overwatch, theres alot more i like but i dont feel like going into detail. i'm doing a little bit of a rebranding, since, im not as big as i was on the riddler anymore. i still love him and paul dano dearly but thats not something ive planned to stick on. im not the best with introductions. i cant really do much here so just talk to me if you like me @glockholster on discord

[vithoma]