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I said this already but AAAAAAAAAA THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE LAID MY EYES ON EVER!!!

Sugar

Pairing: Nikolai x F!Reader

Word Count: 746

Synopsis: Lingering gazes and teasing kisses lead to a very happy Nik 🫶

A/N: Was nervous writing this cause I wanted it to be well written as my first contribution to the COD writing community— but I hope you like it!! It’s based off of THIS TIKTOK!! Credit goes to them for inspiration! Ignore my clunky layout..

Tw: None! It’s all fluffy content 🫶

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Fingers silently tapped along the side of the can of Red Bull in her hand, eyes fixated on the Russian who spoke on and on about… what was it again?

It started as his recent upgrades to his helicopter that he cared for like it was his masterpiece. Then again, it has helped the team out of so many bad situations on countless occasions, as well as made travel a lot easier. The copter even brought some amusing memories— one incident in particular being one that won’t be let go for a while. It made her smile a little to herself even to this day. She supposed that he had every right to go on and on about such a useful vehicle.

The conversation seemed to drift into more of his travels while flying it than the vehicle itself. That seemed to be the case, anyways, with how he spoke of the common cuisine throughout the countries he’s flown through that he wanted to try.

In all honesty, she hadn’t been listening for the majority of the time he spoke, only catching utterances of how he fitted the copter with new blades to make the flight smoother and how he’s never tried a churro before. Her gaze had been glued to him the entire time, mind stuck on admiring the man before her as they enjoyed their lunch break together. It was hard not to. Seeing him so relaxed in her presence eased her heart and the sound of his voice, thick with his Russian accent, was like music to her ears. The Lieutenant could listen to him talk all day if she could. To add that he was quite handsome, too, only made her infatuation stronger.

“Do you know what I’ve always wanted to try?” The sudden question pulled the woman from her thoughts. Her lashes fluttered as she sat up in place, just noticing his expectant gaze lingering on her face. For a moment, a wave of embarrassment washed over her, not knowing whether or not he had noticed her almost lovesick gaze just mere moments ago. If he did, he made no comment or any physical gesture showing that he did. He only kept his intense gaze on her, shifting slightly in place as if anxious to continue his rambling.

“Kissing me.”

“No, fish and chips. Is it really as good as they--...kissing you?”

“What..? Kissing me?” It took everything in her to not laugh at his bewildered look that melted into one of pure confusion. Instead, a look of slight surprise was present on her face, a brow raised in question. Teeth bit at the inside of her lip, watching the gears in his mind turn oh so slowly to try and process the whether or not she actually said that.

He turned his head to face the wall in front of him and across the room. Not understanding his muttered Russian speech, she smiled to herself before downing the rest of the Red Bull in her hand and began to stand. The crinkle of the aluminum in her hand did nothing to catch his attention, nor did her presence standing over his shoulder.

A smirk tugged to her lips, leaning over his shoulder to level her head with the side of his. A free hand rested on his shoulder for balance and her lips pressed firmly against his cheek. The feeling of his facial hair itched lightly against the softness of her lips and for the short moment they remained against his skin, she could swear she felt the surface of his cheek warm against them. The Lieutenant smiled softly at him, stopping by his ear before pulling away completely. “See you later, Sugar.”

The sound of his breath getting caught in his throat pulled a chuckle from her, removing her hand from his shoulder and making her way to the exit. She dropped the empty and crushed can away, the aluminum can clattering against the sides of the trashcan until it reached the bottom.

A silence lingered in the hallway as she began to retreat to the training grounds where she would be supervising drills for a bunch of recruits, but only for a moment as the sound of heavy, rushing footsteps quickly closing the gap between her and the source filled her senses. A smile tugged to her lips, turning around in time to see the pilot red faced but with the dopiest grin pulled onto his face.

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Break up with your boyfriend

John Mactavish x reader x Kyle Garrick

Requested by @bunnyreaper

Summary: Johnny and Kyle are hardly pleased with the news you're dating someone who's not them, and promptly decide to remedy the situation.

Word count: 1.5k

“Sorry can’t, I’m calling my boyfriend tonight.” Your words reverberate through Soap’s mind even hours later, a neverending loop as he dazedly tries to make sense of the Earth shattering revelation. My boyfriend. Boyfriend. 

The heinous word mocks him, causing him to scowl at his plate murderously as he stabs the slightly undercooked vegetables with his fork hard enough that it’s a miracle the plate doesn’t shatter under the force. 

Gaz, who had been staring warily for a few minutes decided it was time to finally speak up, “You alright mate? Didn’t think the food was that bad,” he attempted to joke, smile dying when Soap’s imperious glare turned to him. 

“Did you know?” Ominous words aside, Gaz quickly manages to get to the root of Soap’s ire, finding himself joining the petulant club of disgruntled men stabbing their food and imagining it’s your boyfriend. He’d probably squeal like a little bitch after only one punch Soap mused. Not at all the type of man worthy of you. 

Still, they grit their teeth and wallow in their jealousy and rage because you just seem so happy, even if they both privately think you’d be so much happier with them. These thoughts are never vocalised to one another but it’s clear in the way Kyle clenches his jaw when you smile at your phone, and the way Soap is constantly raring for a spar to expend the sudden rush of agitated energy, that neither of them are truly happy about the boyfriend. 

The fragilely maintained peace doesn’t last, shattering barely a few weeks after they’d recieved the news, because they finally meet him. It’s during an outing at the local bar that often housed soldiers during their down time. The team had been waiting for your arrival, Soap’s knee jiggling as Kyle repeatedly checked his phone. You were thirty minutes late, you were never late, and just when the boys begin to fear for the worst, you arrive, only with a man’s arm wrapped around your waist. 

Instantly Kyle’s smile dies and Johnny’s clutching his glass so tightly that it’s a miracle it didn’t smash into a million pieces. You seem a little harried, usually immaculate appearance a little messed and the rumples in your shirt give the team a perfect idea of why you’re late, not to mention the stupid smug smirk that’s painted on your asshole boyfriend’s face. 

While Kyle at least tries to be a little magnanimous, though the petty remarks do slip through, Soap doesn’t even try to hide his dislike. “This him then? Shorter than I’d pictured” Soap says with a predatory grin, shaking your boyfriends hand so hard that something pops. Those words set the tone for the rest of the night, and it’s only thanks to Price sensing the underlying tension and keeping your attention on him and Simon that you don’t truly notice and get upset. 

Stuck between the full force of Kyle and Johnny’s charm turned to the max, your boyfriend barely gets a sliver of your attention. Especially when Kyle’s hand migrates to rest on your knee, his thumb rubbing circles that feel like fire as you try to focus on anything else. (Later you’ll try not to feel sick when you just narrowly avoid moaning Kyle’s name instead.) 

By the time your boyfriend is practically dragging you out of the establishment with gritted teeth and a strained smile, it’s been decided. There’s no discussion, it’s a completely silent transition, but upon finally meeting the douchebag, him and Kyle are suddenly on the same page. That being to get you to leave your loser boyfriend, using whatever means necessary. 

It starts small, neither of them want to scare you off. They’ve both always been naturally flirty with you, touches that already bordered the line of inappropriate, but they need to get you used to the thought of them, both alone and together. As much as Johhny wants to pin you to the bed and fuck you stupid, Kyle convinces him its not the best route. They needed to get you reliant on their touch, their words, their praise until you could barely think of anything else, let alone the supposed man calling himself your boyfriend. 

Johnny hugs you every morning, inhaling your scent and crushing you against him far too long to be normal. Kyle asks you how you slept, cheekily commenting that you’d have slept better in his arms. They pull your focus from your phone, subtly sliding it out of sight or straight up pouting when you won’t pay attention to them. Spars always inevitably ended with them grinding against you, acting like they weren’t hard, smirking smugly at you when your eyes were drawn to their erection. 

It pays off, because it doesn’t escape either of their eagle eyed notice when you start to seek them out more, the way you lean into their touches, how you seem almost surprised yourself when you start to initiate, desperate for their touch. 

That’s when they start to kick it up a notch. 

You’ll never know that it’s not an accident, Kyle leaving his door open wide enough for you to hear the way he moans your name, to see his hand desperately jerking his cock. Though he’ll later ask if you liked the show, watching the mortification flood your face when you realise he caught you watching. “I don’t mind, you can watch whenever you like, if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you touch,” those damned whispered words haunt your every waking hour, filtering into your dreams so much that more than once you wake up achingly horny. 

Never one to be shown up, Johnny stumbles into your room, alcohol on his breath and cheeks flushed as he collapses ontop of you. He uses his bulk to squish you into the mattress, nuzzling into the skin of your neck and pinning your arms to your side with his own muscular ones.

“What are you-” you shriek out in surprise, only to be cut off when he shushes you. 

“Calm down. ‘S just me,” he murmurs, as if that was the only issue. Further protests fall on deaf ears as you’re forced to accept that Johnny is your blanlet for the night. (You don’t fight nearly as hard as you should.) 

It’s the worst sleep of your life. Not because its uncomfortable, no, Johnny’s body against yours is too comfortable, feels too good. Then your night turns straight into hell when he starts to grind against you in his sleep. You can feel everything, his cock is slotted perfectly with your groin and his moans and whimpers filter directly into your ear. In your panic and guilty arousal you don’t know what to do and just when you go to wake him, the ache between your won legs becoming too much to bare, he stills. Your heart roars thunderously in your ears, throat dry and senses dialled to 11 when you hazily realise that he’s cum. 

Too keyed up from a restless night and unwilling to look Johnny in the eyes, you miss the victorious smirk he shoots at an equally proud and jealous Kyle. If one was bad enough, now the two of them are always together and they are insistent on not leaving you alone. Hands on your hips, around your shoulders, brushing your ass as the other stands moves to fill whatever free space there is. Not to mention the relentless use of pet names, babe, lovey, honey, bug, darling, everything’s been given a go until they settled on the things that flustered you the most. 

The final straw is when you walk into your room to see Johnny and Kyle sloppily making out on your bed. You don’t say anything to them at the time, unwilling to speak or do anything that you might regret while you’re still with your boyfriend. You refuse to be that person. 

The fate of your relationship is decided barely three months following its inception though its not as difficult to break it off as you thought it would be, especially not when just before he tells you that he didn’t want you hanging around Johnny and Kyle anymore. It was him or them and wasn’t it a little funny that he genuinely thought you’d pick him? 

It’s the fastest breakup of your life, not even a five minute phone call. Though you had hung up when he’d started to scream at you, all but running back to your room where Kyle and Johnny were waiting with matching grins, pulling you down between them like they’d practiced. 

Tags: @juvenillia @ghostslillady @tokusho @ohworm-writes @kmi-02 @dumb-fawkin-bitch @jumpofmyclif @tiredmetalenthusiast @cooliofango @101crows

A/N: I'm at a cafe and I literally can't stop thinking about fat!reader catching the eye of Gaz while ordering a drink so BEAR WITH ME OKAY

Currently picturing Gaz scoping out an area for a mission, wishing he had a dark coffee to keep him warm so he wanders into the nearest cafe. It's crowded, soft music playing from the speakers and pop art hanging from the walls and his eyes wander the throng of people - and then he sees you in the long line, layered up to your neck to keep out the cold, waiting patiently for a drink to warm your bones. He quietly slips behind you in line, unable to stop staring at the way your cheeks are reddened from the cold and how your soft stomach spills over your jeans, the way your jacket flatters your larger figure so well. He's immediately enamored, and when you give the barista at the counter your order, he orders the exact same thing so he can run up and "accidentally" grab your drink instead of his when they call them out. He pretends to be embarrassed and apologizes as your hands brush the same paper cup, and then flashes a charming smile and comments about how "you have great taste in beverages, love".

He asks for your name and if you'd like to sit down, and by the end of the hour he knows your name, your number, where you work, what you do for fun. He decides as he walks you out of the cafe, that an overwhelmingly sweet latte was a small price to pay in order to meet a gorgeous, soft thing such as yourself.

Pervy!Ghost who is a gross and nasty lil freak :<

Especially after a particulary intense mission when adrenaline is still high and he's pent up with it, his muscles jumping and flexing, testosterone is buzzying and he can get quite aggressive and unpredictable in this state so just imagine poor hacker rookie who greets the guys when they got onto the heli for exfil and congratulates them on another successful mission and she's like :]

And Ghost...well let's just say he didn't take the sight of soft lil you too well. He can literally feel his muscles flexing and almost lets out a growl when you sit down between him and Johnny who's in no better state. Simon can basically smell you, your clean perfumed smell so different than all these sweaty dirty men and he can see all of the guys looking at you with wide blown pupils and smelling you like bloodhounds.

And he can't help it but feel so...angry. Angry and pent up and frustrated and the other men leering at sweet you is making him go crazy so he does the next best thing and decides to assert his dominance and 'stake a claim' on you, and what better way than making you smell like him?

So with a deep grunt Simon swings a heavy arm around your smaller form and brings you close you him, basically squishing you against his side, his gear digging into you and making you let out a pathethic little noise that makes all the men perk up even more.

And Simon smells so strongly :< it's not terrible per say but it's just...overwhelming; it's a clear masculine smell, heavy with sweat and dirt and blood and his own musk combining into a heady smell that makes you swoon. It's definitely nit helping that the smell is literally rubbing off on you too, Simon is tightening and moving his arm around you and you could swet that when he leaned down to your hair that he rubbed his mask on you before taking a deep breath like a predator smelling his sweet prey and being very satisfied with what he smelled♡

The 141 walk in one Barracks!bunny Graves teasing Bunny!reader, and he ends up getting punished while reader gets the full princess treatment next to him :((

I missed Barracks Bunnies! Graves and Reader :((

While all the 141 and Shadow Company men get to fuck you, they still are fighting over you like wild beasts so jealousy isn't all that uncommon among them :((

Graves while a Bunny too, he's known for being a teasing little shit who will yap and complain about everything because 'he's the man in charge' just to rile the men up, that doesn't exclude fucking with you too, their princess :((

Just imagine how stunned and then quickly pissed the men would be when they barged into your room because they heard some 'weird' noises and they found Philip thrusting into you from behind, your hips up in a perfect arch, your ass on show and Phil fucking into you while loud groans and growls escape him, almost on the brink of cumming but before any of you could reach your peak, Philip was roughly grabbed from behind and pulled out of you by one of his Shadows while you started whining but were quickly shushed by Price :((

They would comment on 'their bunnies breeding without permission' before laying you both out on your backs and sliding into your holes as you and Phil moan and hold hands while taking the rough thrusts :(

OMG! Imagine waking up the next day feeling sleazy neighbor Ghost's morning wood poking you from behind, but it's so cold that it's either leaving bed and face the cold, or stay quiet feeling him rutting against your backside 😭😭😭

And it's so hot and heavy too :(( You try to keep yourself quiet, try not to make any sound and pretend to be asleep but you can't help the pang in your lower tummy, the feeling of your pussy getting wet the more the huge brute behind you grunts like a barbarian and ruts his fat clothed cock against you more and more insistent :((

You honestly start to wonder whether Simon's even asleep; his large hands squeeze you and try holding onto you tighter, groping and pawing clumsily at the fat of your hips and his low growls sound so dangerous, like a beast :(

But the thing is...You don't really want to move. Moving and getting up means getting back into the insufferable cold again, and as you crack your eyes open, you see that the snow hasn't let up and is still falling heavily. The feeling of his hot and heavy cock thrusting against you desperately, almost as if he was trying to get inside you through your clothes was addicting and the moment one move of his hips that was just right caused you to whimper and let out a moan only to be answered by a animal-like roar in return :((

"Fuckin' knew it you were awake, naughty fuckin' girl- daa...amn. Now that we have that behind u-us, keep laying like that, good girl. Jus' lay back and let your good neighbour enjoy you♡"

Ever since MWIII came out and that scene where Soap and Ghost interrogate that woman, I had a random thought of where the woman let's it slip about Makarov's little hacker but he moves her constantly so there's no way she can be caught–

Idk, but all he had to do was lean forward to the lady and said 6 words and she FOLDED

I won't lie, this is the ask I've been waiting for. THIS is a masterpiece darling and I thank you for it, I've been daydreaming out this ever since I got your ask😭

And yes, I imagine Milena would rat Makarov's hackergirl out among other information too, albeit...more reluctantly. While she herself is in the Inner Circle and she basically controls all financial aspects of the Konni Group, she is also well aware of the Commander's...fondness of you, the girl Makarov dragged out of Zordaya Prison. Once bruised, scarred and weak, now a powerful asset who deal technology and information like Makarov deals with blood and violence.

After Soap and Ghost pressed Milena on the matter where Makarov is and what is his next target, Laswell realized that something is...not quite right, like something is missing. While the Ultranationalists were powerful already, with an army and seemingly unlimited money, they seem to always be a step ahead, always knowing something that should be impossible to sniff out behind layers and layers of redacted and confidential red tape, they had to have someone with them that would break it all down, someone strong-willed, persistent and loyal enough to do such work.

After further pressing Milena and Soap threatening her bankroll and own little imperium, it was all they needed for the woman to break and yell out a single name,

"(Y/N)! It's-Her name is (Y/N), she's a hacker that Vladimir broke out when he left Zordaya Prison...", Milena panted, her breath heavy and eyes opened wide while looking down on her hand in her lap as if she said something that should never see the light of day.

"She's...She was supposed to be his pet project, someone to do the dirty work no one knew how to do, but...He became obsessed with her, always by his side, always his sidekick along with Andrei. Vladimir is moving her constantly, never in one place for too long unless he's close."

Both Soap and Ghost looked at each other, confused since they never heard that name before but Laswell's silence was enough for them to realize that the situation may be worse than they initially thought...

It's been puring rain non stop here for like a week now and all I think about is curling up naked (because skin on skin contact is the best and healthiest lovie) with Sleazy Neighbour!Simon because the heating in your shitty apartment busted again and it was freezing, not to mention that the badly insulated building didn't do anything to keep the chill from the rain away too so you were desperate :((

Now you're at least warmed up and quite cozy in Simon's room in his large bed that has been stacked with all the pillows and blankets you could find at yours since Si lives like a caveman, heater turned up to max while you lay cozied up in Simon's burly arms, squeezed tight against his bare, hairy chest, his equally hairy chubby stomach pressing against yours and keeping your extra warm♡

Just ignore the insistent press of his fat cock against your thigh and you'll have the best time ever♡

Omg option A, I’m a sucker for a forbidden romance, how ghost knows the farmers daughter is off limits, but even then still flirts with her, it isn’t until bull rider graves comes along that ghost is finally shooting his shot ;)

Ghost is so so pissed when he sees that smirking fuck walking around like he owns the world, all cocksure and boisterous witha winning smile he flashes your way. And the worst part? You always fluster and giggle, chirping a 'Hello Mr. Graves!' at him which only serves to make Philip grin more.

Simon knows that realistically it'd be Graves who your father would rather see you marry; he may be older too but it's Graves who's the wealthy guy who inherited his father's land and fortune, the golden boy whom everyone either likes or is jealous off, the handsome blonde bullrider with many golden trophies to show off-you get the picture.

But does it deter Ghost even slightly? Fuck no. He may not have the wealth and land but in his eyes he's the perfect candidate for your husband! He's strong like an ox, hard muscles covered with a layer of fat to keep the cold away, he's experienced, huge and healthy; probably more fertile than that show-off too, he'd father you many healthy offspring for you to nurture and love :((

Oh God I need more GOW(God Of War)!Ghost !!

He's so handsome omg 😵‍💫 need him to be ruthless to everybody else but treat reader like she's glass and like she's better than everyone else (she is in his eyes)

Literally breaks anyone's skull if they even come NEAR her let alone TOUCH her ♥︎

Territorial War God!Ghost💔 He's awful with it! I mean, it's basically in his blood to be menacing, terrifying and aggressive, he's the god of war after all but after getting that cute virgin village girl as an offering? All for himself?? Yeah no one's getting within like 10 miles of his temple😭

He's naturally protective and with a new mate (you) it will literally skyrocket, will genuinely become hostile and aggresive if he senses that people are getting too close to the edge of the forest where his temple is. The first thing he will do is to find you and herd you away deeper into the temple, ignoring your confused protests when you were just swiping the floors :((

But the huge male is insistent, like a man on a mission, and continues to basically drag you into your shared chamber and make you sit down in the nest of furs, pillows and blankets that he calls your bed and the only thing he tells you before vanishing into an ominous dark mist is that he 'needs to check something'.

All you can do is pout, strip off your white dress and climb under the warm furs naked, waiting for your husband-to-be to return to you. You know very well that when the blonde god acts like that he's off to kill some poor wanderer or bandit who happened to unknowingly tresspass into the war god's territory. Ghost, or Simon as he insists you call him, is a incredibly possessive lover and now that you are to be his bride and are actively trying for babies he became so much worse💔

I’ll do butcher!ghost one better and give him the chunkiest fattest twin babies who love everything and their daddy especially

PLEASE DO IT HE DESERVES IT

Two chubby happy babies who are only a month old but they are already so happy and giggly!! Especially at their parents!! You are pretty sure that your babies most likely weren't let down even for a bit from the time they were born, always in your or Simon's arms.

And Butcher!Simon even after 9 months of your pregnancy and then the month of the cubs being here still can't believe he's a daddy :(( He legit just can't comprehend that his deepest desire came true, to have a small family with you by his side but he's constantly reminded of that whenever he looks at the chubby smiling faces of your happy twins as they coo and breath loudly when they see their papa :((

A smile never fails to split his scarred, stubbled face as he kneels in front of you as you grin down at him as he nuzzles his babies faces <33

thinking about cooking for ghost or könig… not to brag but I cook meat /so/ fuckin’ good. they may be good on the field but put either of them in a kitchen and they’re lost. I just want to feed them real meals because you know they eat like animals‼️

Please cook for them, they'd love you eternally if you did this for them💔

They are huge men with a very high calorie intake, especially when they are in bulking season and they indeed eat like starving animals :(

Both Ghost and König joke how your cooking fattened them up since now they have a slight belly, a nice layer of fat covering their hard muscles but that's very much alright for them!! They embrace it fully because to them it just means that they eat well and it's also to show others that their girl cooks well for them :(

They eat like bears and they love when you feed them yourself, they feel like real kings this way and you love to pamper your big strong men however you can♡

Ofc a good meal requires a lot of excercise afterwards and what better way than to pound your poor pussy, showing off the strength in their broad hips as they continue to ram inside you with a shit eating grin at your squeals :(

ghost bulking 🤤🤤🤤

This sounds like a job for us @justadeadreaper!

GHOST BULKING!! He's a huge man, let's start with that; he eats a lot anyway because he needs that to sustain himself but it only got better (and more) after he met you and you started cooking for your man! Making him fat, full of nutrients, protein and carbs meals that Si devours within minutes, he's honestly like a well without an end but it only makes you have a giddy smile because how could you not give him more? It's a pleasure to watch him devour and clean his plate before hugging you close to him, his stubbled face pressing against your soft tummy, giving it a gentle bite and nuzzle <33

You absolutely adore it when Simon bulks!! He becomes somehow even bigger, more cuddly due to that extra fat, Si becomes a literal human furnace! There's nothing better than cuddling up with the large male under your warm, fluffy blankets while it's freezing outside, not to mention that his libido seems to be through the roof...

It seems these days that the only things you guys are doing is cooking, eating, sleeping and fucking :(( Simon is relentless with his advances, those extra nutrients seemed to give him more strength making him act like a beast in heat. His soft, hairy tummy is pressed against your own, his tree trunk-like arms caging your head as he keeps up a relentless pace, his strong, broad hips smacking against your wet, sore cunt as you scream, moan and whine your pretty little head off while Si is growling and snarling like a beast, getting louder the closer he is before finally pressing his fat, swollen tip against your deepest, most intimate space, letting out a triumphant roar and releasing all that pent up cum in thick, potent spurts as he continues to moan and wince slightly at the feeling of his full balls twitching, the sore, full feeling in them finally gone.

Yes, you love when your Si is bulking <33

that last hybrid post did something to my brain cuz MMHM 😵‍💫😵‍💫

what really got me going was guard dog! simon putting guard dog!johnny in his place!! like YEEESSSSS

that definitely isn’t the first time he’s done that to the younger dog. johnny has a mouth on him, always talking back and sometimes indulging in kitty!reader’s antics. and while guard dog!gaz tries to get him to chill, johnny won’t listen which ends up getting himself punished by simon.

poor ol’ pup johnny is pinned down and he’s whines and yelps go ignored by the other’s as simon plunges his thick, heavy cock into his little (and already stretched) hole.

johnny was being a brat, so of course that rowdy pup needs to be put in his place! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

majority of the time, kitty!reader is listening just from around the corner, her little pussy getting all drippy and nipples achy from hearing the lewd noises, degrading rough words from simon, and johnny’s pleads and almost pornographic moans!!

(i kinda got carried away, lol!)

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Even better if Kitty!Reader would lay sprawled out, all naked and sweet in front of the coupling hybrids, her tail curling seductively as she purrs loving encouragements to both Johnny and Simon, how the younger male is taking such a big hybrid male like Simon without problems <3

Since she's a brat too she will rile both of them up by spreading her legs and showing off her wet, dripping pussy and mewl about how wet she is, how ready she is for a nice fat cock but no one wants to give it to her :(( Johnny while pinned down would whine and between moans beg her to come over and let him mount her too while Simon snarls viciously because his knot is almost swollen inside Johnny and can't pull out now.

Kitty would definitely pull something like 'Well if you don't want to fuck me then I guess I'll go and search for Graves~! He's a wild coyote and probably sooo feral and ready to mate<3'

The boys would probably have a massive freak out with drool literally escaping their jaws with how much they're snapping and growling for you to sit your pretty ass back down :(

simons... balls...

Big fat breeder balls slapping against you from behind as he has you in doggy @.@

Taking a break from sucking his cock so deep in your mouth, but you don't want to do nothing so you kiss and lick at his balls and he starts moaning

He's manspreading on the couch and you just sink to your knees, face resting against his thigh as you kiss his bulge through the fabric

Balls balls balls

😳😳😳

sleazy neighbor ghost who is so scary but always seems to be there just in time when you get back to your apartment a little too late to really be safe, coincidentally passing through from his own errands, definitely not lurking around waiting to make sure his pretty neighbor hasn't been snatched or touched- this is a shady part of town after all-

sleazy neighbor ghost who is the one to scare off some guy trying to follow you home after seeing you run for safety into the lobby, easily intimidating said creep with his size and attitude- and oh you poor thing, you must be so shaken up, come, come, hang out in his place for a little to calm down, he wont let anything happen to you ;)))

Oh yeah it's pure coincidence that he just happens to be there whenever you get back from running evening errands or finishing your evening shift at the cafe down the street.

Simon can't help but smirk lightly while rubbing at his stubble and taking a drag from his cigarette as he watches you scuttle into the lobby of the building away from the biting cold of the outside, a bag of groceries on your shoulder; he got himself a busy girl, always on her feet.

Other times where you get freaked out by him is when you're checking your mail box or just walking back to your apartment and he's suddenly there, appears like a ghost and then vanishes like one too. He once told you that that was his moniker back in the military, Ghost. You supposed it fit him, though you could barely believe how someone so large and heavy build could move so quietly.

And yes yes he would scare anyone away who get a little too close to you for comfort :( Most of those are creeps from the building itself or the other shady houses around but they all scram like cockroaches whenever he appears behind you or snarls at them.

While he despises that those worthless fucks try anything with you, on the other hand he loves it because it gives him the opportunity to be the knight in shining armor and help you out! Oh you poor bunny, all shaken up and teary from that drunk creep huh? How about you stay with him for the night? His bed is comfy and he'll even pull out the warm comforter for you. Maybe even convince you in your scared state that the best option would be if he slept with you to keep you safe and warm with his huge, hot body <3

You know how its a thing when an animal stretches people say 'ooh biiig stretch'?

Imagine doing the same whenever you see one of the cod hybrid men stretch :(( They'd be so cute😭

Like big, burly wolfdog hybrid!Simon who's usually a killing machine, all dark and broody with a long fluffy black tail and pointy ears and a maw of razor sharp teeth? Imagine him stretching good and long, ears pulled back and you can't help but giggle and go 'oooh what a big stretch!' and he's standing there all confused and slightly loopy♡

can you do a ghost x head doctor!reader? kind of that scenario where ghost is like, “i don’t want a regular plain nurse; i want reader 🙄” and reader is like, the head doctor of the medical wing or whatever, and doesn’t usually deal with regular military injuries, but puts up with ghost’s shit anyways? 😋

Superficial Wounds, Deep Devotion

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Fluff; Hurt/Comfort

"Need me to kiss it better?" She quips with a roll of her eyes.

"I'll take anything you prescribe." Comes the smooth answer. It draws out a snort of laughter from her as she turns around with the gauze.

"All you need is to stop scaring away the field medics." She steps in between his legs, wiping down the cut on his shoulder with disinfectant.

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"Ghost?" Her head snaps up from the clipboard. "What's wrong with him?" She frowns, pushing down the bubbling panic in her chest.

"He's asking for you to treat him in room Q42."

"Is he bleeding?" The urgency itches just below her skin but her cool professionalism doesn't crack. She doesn't deal with superficial injuries, only the most complex cases. She's seen it all. Mangled faces, guts hanging out, disfigured bodies.

So the fact that they were asking for her-...

Wait.

"Is command asking me to see him?" She says slowly.

The soldier shakes his head. "No ma'am. It was a request from the Lieutenant himself."

She releases a slow exhale, relief tingling. "I'll see to it." She dismisses him with a wave, starting down the hall.

Simon had this...habit of seeking her out. It was a perk of his rank, she supposes, but she'd been the only one to treat him ever since they'd encountered each other way back when she was an on-site combat nurse.

It's impossible to forget seeing him for the first time. That skull mask of his was splattered blood red, a bullet wound in his shoulder as he sat on one of the dusty cots in the emergency tents they'd set up in the middle of the desert.

They'd just clicked.

She ended up treating him again after that, and that's when he started personally requesting her.

It hadn't taken long for the spark between them to explode into something intense and loving. He was the anchor to her stressful life, unshakable and a steady presence. She was his person, one of the only people he trusted with his injuries and his heart, the warmth that let him focus on being better.

Swinging open the door without knocking, the man in question sits there in all his glory in front of her.

Admittedly, the first she stares at is his chest. He's shirtless, a cut that she can tell is superficial and non-fatal from all the way by the door.

"You can come inside." His voice is amused and knowing, the bastard.

"Inviting me into my own house?" She swallows, but listens. The door is kicked shut behind her. The moment it's closed he tugs off his mask, the weary lines of his face much more prominent under the harsh fluorescent lighting of the room. "How was your op?" Stopping by the cot he's sitting on to press a quick kiss to his sweaty head, she breezes past him to the medical trolley nearby.

"Fine. Did what we had to." They both know he won't volunteer any more information. Just as she doesn't confide in him with every horrific injury she deals with, he doesn't expose her to the horrific things he has to do. A mutual withholding of information for the peace of mind of both parties.

"Thought you weren't due to come home until tomorrow. I was gonna meet you on the tarmac and everything."

"Surprise." He deadpans, making her snicker.

"You know, for the big bad Ghost you are, you sure need to cause such a fuss about a little cut." Gathering what she needs, she casts him a glance over her shoulder.

"Thought it was your job to make sure I was in the best state possible for deployment?"

She loves this back-and-forth they have. He does too, if the relaxed way he leans back on his arms is anything to go by. It had taken years and years to get to the place they are right now. Years of work, of communication and trust.

"It's my job to take care of the worst, highest profile cases."

"I'd say this is pretty urgent." This playful side of him came out when they were alone.

"Need me to kiss it better?" She quips with a roll of her eyes.

"I'll take anything you prescribe." Comes the smooth answer. It draws out a snort of laughter from her as she turns around with her spoils.

"Can I prescribe you to stop scaring away the field medics?" She steps in between his legs, wiping down the cut on his shoulder with disinfectant. He doesn't wince or cringe or even flinch at the burn, eyes fixed on her face as she works.

"I'm a Lieutenant, I can do what I want."

She pauses, raising an eyebrow. "Are you really pulling rank on me right now?"

He hums, sliding up to hold her hips, tugging her closer. "Don't seem to mind it when we're alone, love." A smirk tugs at his mouth when a flush creeps up the back of her neck. God, he loves that look on her.

"What's gotten into you?" Shaking her head but unable to push down a smile, she works on securing the gauze, taping it down. "Getting clingy, are we now?"

He...well he can't deny it. He doesn't want to tell her the reason for it either, even if she's subtly fishing for answers.

He'd been an inch away from getting shredded by flying shrapnel from a car bomb today.

If Gaz, quick-witted, sharp, Gaz hadn't yelled and yanked him to cover behind a brick wall he would've been embedded with scraps of metal and rusty nails.

Dead, as his namesake.

Ghost wasn't afraid of death. Ghost got up every day ready to not see the sunrise again. Ghost was a cold blooded machine ready to do whatever his orders were.

But Simon wanted to live.

Simon wanted to come home to her. Simon wanted the last thing he saw to be her smile. Simon selfishly wanted her more than any victory his rifle could earn him.

Ghost had been unfazed, Simon had realised the inevitability of the avoided consequence.

Lips press against his bare shoulder. Right, left, and then gently on the gauze. It brings him back to the present, his grip on her tightens for a moment. Her gaze is soft, knowing. Because of course it is. She's the only one who's been able to get into his head like this, been able to crack the code to thoughts he himself doesn't have the key for.

"Any of other glaringly dangerous injuries I need to take a look at?" His eyes follow the smooth line of her neck as she tilts her head towards him. He exhales, shifts, and pulls her closer without warning, banding a strong arm around her.

"Dunno. Think you might have to conduct a comprehensive examination."

She laughs against his lips and goes down with him when he shifts farther up the cot.

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(1/09/2023)

Y'all miss these two? Yea me too 😭

During her survival in Las Almas from the Shadows, Jade bumped with Ghost on the way to the church. (idk man)

It's not much, but it's all that I can muster up after coming home from work. Anyway hope y'all love this little sketch! (❁´◡`❁)

Warnings: none, pure fluff<3, proofread but I’m dyslexic so probably some mistakes>:[

Simon Riley is a huge teddy bear

Of course, as everything with Ghost, it takes time. Simon needs to trust you wholeheartedly to let you touch him so intimately. But once you’ve broken through all of his walls? This mountain of a man is literally all over you. This man is touch starved and he will not let you leave him any time soon😤

Simon lives for soft moments with you. At night, when you cuddle him from behind, your soft cheek squished against his muscular back as you cradle him closer to yourself - his nightmares finally go away, leaving Simon in the softest embrace of slumber, him snoring quietly until the noon of upcoming day as your loving hands keep caressing his scarred skin.

Simon was never an affectionate person - avoiding hugs at family meetings, wiping away kisses his mom left on his cheeks and forehead. But only after loosing it all - being lonely for so fucking long - does Simon start appreciating all the small kisses you scatter all over his stubble-covered cheeks, specks of your lipgloss shining in the sunlight.

Simon loves attention, craves it even, he just doesn’t know how to ask for it. But knowing him so well, you just feel when he needs it the most. And the moment your loving arms warp around his strong stoic form? This man melts like a popsicle under hot summer sun. He’s as palpable as plasticine between your fingers - do whatever you wanna do with him just please, give him your love.

And no matter how much Simon grumbles and huffs, he is your teddy bear. All cuddly and lovely, for you and you only<3