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you write male reader AND you have a Skylar pfp…… you’re my goat 💗💗💗💗💗

Already someone’s goat,, I’m moving up in life fr

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Male (subbot) Reader, lowkey soft, handholding while fucking like freaks, calls you sunshine among other things, possible ooc, I don’t like this <3

Price has you on your back, hands gripping into your thighs like it’s his lifeline as he fucks into you. Sweet moans spilling from your kiss bitten lips, dick leaking pathetically onto your stomach with every thrust. But Price, ever the one to know how to please his partner, is too good.

It should be a crime the way he fills you up, thick cock pressing against all the right spots that has you moaning like a whore. Nails creating crescent shapes on your thighs right next to the hickeys and bites he so lovingly gave you, but it’s too much and the feel makes your legs tremble around him.

“Hold on hold on—“ you whine, tapping a hand against his thigh.

“Too much?” He mumbles, slowing down to a stop, rubbing a hand against your thigh affectionately.

“Yeah…” you nod, catching your breath as he throbs inside you.

“‘M sorry, sunshine.” He presses a kiss against your cheek before leaning back, free hand rubbing up and down your chest.

“It’s alright.” And like the man he is, he patiently waits until you nod before slowly restarting his pace. Leisurely rutting into you as he gently parts your legs a little more. Price hums appreciatively as you moan softer, a hand gripping into the sheets as the other grips onto his wrist.

He moves a hand from your thigh to bring up the hand gripping his wrist to his lips, lightly kissing it that makes you whimper and pre cum drip from your dick. He lets your hand down to instead hold onto it, fingers interlocking as his hips roll into yours.

The action has a blush rising to your face and your heart beats faster. This man is gonna be the death of you… You push your face into the sheets to try to cover it but he tch’s disapprovingly with a shake of his head.

“Don’t hide from me, love.” Price cups your jaw and tilts your head back towards him, a grin forming on his face at the sight of you. All blushy and pupils blown wide with the help of his slow and sensual pace. “Holdin’ hands turns you on baby? I’ll keep that in mind…”

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Hot take but I think Gaz would have the best kisses (gn reader).

Price would be into smooches and pecks. A quick kiss on your temple or forehead or even one to your hand type of kiss, like a true gentleman. Tugs the belt-loop of your jeans or puts a hand on the back of your neck to get you to pay attention to him, and then he’s tilting your head whichever way would make it the easiest to kiss.

On the uncommon chance your lips meet he’s quick to pull back after a sweet kiss, just a small peck and then he’s pulling away to tap your ass lovingly. Does he think his beard and mustache would start to hurt you if he did any more? (he’s waiting til marriage (maybe))

Ghost would either be quick and soft in fear of (somehow) hurting you or (rarely) hungry and mean. Depends on the day honestly. On the off chance he’s feeling vulnerable then he can’t keep his hands off you, constantly pulling your lips close and your body even closer — to reassure him you’re still alive and breathing.

Despite his actions they’d still be soft kisses to your temple or the corner of your lips; just loves the feel of your body on his more than anything. If he’s feeling particularly horny then he’ll tug the back collar of your shirt towards himself just so he can pry your lips open with his tongue or thumb to taste you. Bastard.

Soap would be sloppy and needy. You can’t tell me this man won’t angle your head; one hand pressed against the side of your head as he pulls you in, teeth clashing with an uncomfortable sound as his other hand tugs the waistband of your pants to press against him. He’ll keep leaning onto you, until he’s practically pushing your upper body back and pressing you against the nearest surface.

There’s saliva and a little blood from a newly cut lip dripping between your chins and you’ll have to tug his mohawk back to get him off you for some air. He doesn’t mean to hurt you, but he’s just so eager to place his lips on yours.

But Gaz? It’s like you can feel every single emotion running through his mind when he kisses you. It’s like he knows what type of kiss you want just by the look on your face. Anything you want from him, he’ll do it and serve it on a silver platter and then some.

He does all three listed above too, holding your cheeks and pressing kisses on all the available skin he can get to, only stopping when you try to pull away. Loves to tilt your head for better access and loves passionate kisses.

He’ll kiss your temple or head any chance he gets just to see the slight blush on your cheeks or the quirk of your lips. Will also tap your ass or grip your thigh before, during, or after a kiss. He’ll press your body against his as his lips claim yours, a hand against your jaw and the other wondering a little too close to your ass.

He’ll keep pushing and pulling until your hand grips his shirt but he’ll keep devouring your lips anyways. If he’s feeling a little mean then he’ll push you against a counter or wall, hands gripping your hips as his lips finds purchase on your jaw and neck. Only after feeling satisfied with the purple marks littering your neck he’ll go right back up to your lips, tilting your head as his tongue licks into your mouth.

Likes it messy; spit pooling in both mouths and every time he lets off for a breath there’s saliva dripping down your chin, your lips bruised and wet before going back in. Loves to back away and watch as the string of saliva breaks.

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Why’d bro moan like this

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Imagine explaining somethin to Soap who continuously asks questions about it while varying his attention to you and his journal. You assume it’s for notes since he likes to jot shit down but no, it’s just so he can use you as his pretty muse for a little longer.

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Has this been done yet

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Somethin bout masked men… idc what you look like underneath, if I can feel your eyes on me I’m already on my knees ! (spectre from bo3 started my mask kink… not fair they have a hot ass voice too </3 “target eliminated” you mean my heart?) Male reader in mind, but can be read as gender neutral. Includes Ghost, Keegan, and König (all ooc <3).

Was gonna do the other masked guys but remembered idk them like that. Idk how to write blow/hand jobs… also got distracted a lot and a shit ton of misplaced povs… google translate german

Ghost

You don’t know how you managed to get Ghost of all people to agree to a blow job, nor did you care enough to think back on it when his gloved hands grip your hair to push you further down his dick; a groan leaving your throat to reverberate against him. Barely hear him mumble a shaky ‘bloody hell’ before your free hand reaches up to pull down his pants a little more to fondle his balls, which earns you a delicious jolt and hiss from him.

“Careful.” you hear him mumble, a gloved thumb moving to the corner of your lips to break the seal around him, globs of saliva and his pre cum dripping against your chin. Ghost makes a light chuckle sound as he watches you sink further down his cock, dead brown/blue eyes practically staring into your soul beneath his mask. “Wouldn’t want ya to choke, yeah?” 100% wants you to get choked by his dick if you’d let him.

Would last the longest among the other two.

Keegan

He’s got such a chill/nonchalant personality, so used to keeping quiet and staying in the shadows that I doubt he’d be any louder than whimpers and shaky breaths, even if he’s in the comfort of his own room/barracks. Would look everywhere except at you and how good your hands feel around him, tilting his head back or to the side and release a breath he didn’t know he was even holding as you mouth at his tip.

Keegan’s trigger finger flexing and relaxing as he gets closer to his release, twitching to grab onto something to feel like he’s in control, to call the shots or to ground himself, he doesn’t know. So he goes for the next best thing, the dog tags around your neck. Doesn’t pull hard, but enough for you to feel it against your throat before pulling you away to cum on your hands around him with a soft whimper and a ‘c-close— fuck..’ his baby blues covered behind closed lids. Truly unfortunate he kept his mask on, you’d die to see what his expression looked like.

A man of short worded sentences, feel like he’d last the second longest.

König

Whiny for such a big guy, you really think he’d know what to do with himself? Especially knowing he was bullied when he was younger and still has severe social anxiety? Wrong. The moment you reach for his pants, he’s already putty between your hands, voice shaky and pupils blown wide. His dick already soaked in pre cum before you even jerk him off properly, isn’t he cute?

König can’t help but whimper under the sniper veil when he feels your palm glide across his swollen tip, built torso tensing at the unfamiliar pleasure underneath his clothes/gear. Hands trembling and uncertain where to put them before deciding to try to cover his moans with one, the other digging into his own thigh, is he too scared to accidentally hurt you?

Will 100% revert back to Austrian-German once he gets close or is overstimulated. Moans light and shaky (have you heard his eng. va?), and the moment you lick a stripe up his dick? Instantly cumming, mumbling apologies between gasps and whines and twitching thighs. König’s really glad he kept his mask veil thing on, otherwise you’d see the embarrassing look of his pink flushed face.

“W-warten- nicht— S-scheiße...

[W-wait- don’t— F-fuck…]”

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Yknow that Loki show? In that one ep where he keeps rewinding time to prevent that reactor from exploding and that one astronaut lookin dude from dying and even takes centuries to know everything about it yet the dude still dies and the reactor blows up cause fate will always have its way? (or something like that, I never watched the show)

Imagine that but with MW2 Ghost and Roach x Half-God! Male/gn reader, mw2 canon deaths, was gonna do soaps death but didn’t know how to fit it in well. Mostly a drabble/imagine. If anyone wants to expand on this go ahead cause this shit is short. Not proofread plus I hate how I wrote this… messy writing

It was never wise for a God to meddle with humans, but you couldn’t help yourself. You’re used to the loneliness it brings, yet as the centuries pass the feeling never lessens. ‘You’ll grow feelings for them. You’ll feel things you haven’t felt since you were alive’, they said, ‘you won’t be able to change their destiny’. You should’ve listened. The Elders are always right in that sense.

But those young men, sacrificing their lives for a better world that won’t exist in a few hundred years. It almost seemed like another higher being was looking over them with the amount of times they’ve scraped by death. Maybe that was what intrigued you about the tf 141 enough to pose as a human with forged credibility to get into that task force. Oh, what a mistake that was.

Is this what the Elders meant? The closeness and warmth they brought? The jokes and the love? The deaths? They felt like home; the home you had before you turned into a God. Like family. But why did it feel so selfish? Even if they’ve only known what you wanted them to know, why do you care so much when you’ve only known them for a few years? You shake your head dismissively, no time to think when you have another mission. Maybe you guys can do something fun after?

Oh, you didn’t expect Shepherd to be the bad guy in the end, not until he pulled out the revolver and shot Roach then Ghost, and eventually you. Even if the bullet didn’t kill the human body you used, the fire definitely would. And it tore your heart apart when you could still see Roach’s eyes glaring at Shepherd, even as he bled and the fire grew stronger. Humans can’t kill Gods, let alone half ones, but you’re sure if Shepherd knew you were alive he’d do anything to change that.

But you couldn’t let them die like that. So you try warning Ghost and Roach about the betrayal of Shepherd, but they never listened, or refused to. Why do they have to deny your help? Don’t they see you’re trying to help them? Why do humans have to be so stubborn? Maybe if you pushed them out of the way? Dead. If you took the bullet for them? Dead. What if you killed Shepherd beforehand? Dead. Maybe if the mission gets called off? Dead. Dead. Dead. Why can’t you have anything nice?

One more try won’t hurt, right? Maybe, just maybe, this time will be different…

Again, and again, and again, and again. How much time have you lost doing this? How many times do have to change time to let them live? You’ve tried pleading with the God(dess) of fate, with the Goddess(es) of destiny, but nothing comes out of it. Why do you have to be so weak? Why can’t you do something— anything?

But your powers are limited. You’re no God of destiny or fate, Ghost and Roach will die and all you can do is stand there and watch.

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Hesh: What the FUCK was that driving, sergeant?

Keegan: I got us out of there alive, didn’t I?

Merrick, already used to it: Barely

Logan:

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this is so fucking funny 💀 no reaction at all

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sometimes i be like “one chance, just one chance bro please” then remember im emotionally unavailable and the thought of having a sexual relationship with anyone disgusts me