Cod Mw3 - Blog Posts
Ghost started to noticed the new choice of Soap underwear, that being tongs and panties. Not that he's complaining, he's actually very grateful for whoever influenced his scott. The boxers were great but having full access with no barriers is even better.
But Ghost was curious, who gave soap the idea? It was going to be difficult to find because soap was a social butterfly and made friends with anyone.
"Soap has been wearing a different kind of underwear." Ghost commented with Price one afternoon in the captains office.
"Hmm I have noticed."
"Aren't you surprised?"
Price shook his head, not looking up from his reports "Kyle as been wearing since he was young, says they comfy and cute at the same time."
Why didn't he think of Kyle? Soap and Gaz were attached to the hip, best friends and probably more from the way Soap talks about the brit (not that Ghost mind, he actually likes hearing about gaz) of course the biggest source of influence would be Kyle.
Ghost waited until he knew that Kyle and Johnny were in the Scott's room to pay a visit. It was one of their "bestie nights" so Ghost knew they would be together at this hour. He knocked once, a distinctive knock that warned Soap that it was Ghost. He heard the accented "come in" and entered the room.
And yes his hunch was right. There stood Soap in front of the mirror wearing some black tong that left absolutely nothing covered and Kyle was by his side with a tong too, but his was bright res contrasting with his black skin, looking pensive at Soap.
"Maybe black is too much?"
"Hmm, Ah like it."
Kyle turned towards Ghost "what do you think?"
"Yeah, wanna stay and help us out?"
And well, Ghost is only a man.
Royal guard
Note: I got the idea from a prompt on Pinterest
Ghoap but Soap is a energetic, bored prince and Ghost his stoic, quiet body guard
Soap huffed and rolled his eyes, looking at Ghost in his stupidly body shape enhancing armour. „Would it kill you to relax?“, he teased, knowing Ghost would either not say anything or give a short answer to make him shut up.
„Probably“, Ghost replied, eyes still trained on the wall in front of him. „Likely it would kill you too, that’s rather the point“. Soap let out a groan. „Why do you always act like you got a stick up your arse?“ Silence. „It’s my job to protect you. Not entertain you“. „Why not both? You definitely look like you could be….fun“, Soap shamelessly flirted.
Ghost visibly tensed up at his comment. „Oh, stop clutching your pearls, Ghost.“ He grins. „I‘d know a way or two how I could get you to relax“
Ghost cleared his throat. "This is highly inappropiate" Soap strolled towards Ghost, who stood there as still as a statue. "Oh come on, relax a bit", he grinned. He held out his hand. "Dance with me"
Ghost looked at him with a uncertain expression, but didn't take his hand or made any movement in general.
Soap rolled his eyes and took Ghosts hand in his.
"Now, do you really want to disobey the princes orders, guard?"
Shattered
Ghost and his mask were one. Everyone knew that. Sometimes you thought that he couldn’t take it off if he wanted, that it had grown on his face. But on the most recent mission, things went south. There were more hostiles than you expected, and Ghost got overrun. He was a big boy, but even he couldn’t hold his ground against seven attackers. They knocked him to the ground, beating him until he was unconscious.
By the time you and Gaz finally managed to get through to him, he was covered in blood and bruises. His mask was destroyed. The skull sewn on the balaclava was broken into several pieces that were scattered around him. While a medic rolled him on a stretcher and carried him away with Gaz‘ help, you crouched down and picked up the shattered skull.
Ghost was brought to the infirmary immediately, he had a cracked rib and bad concussion. You cradled the pieces and put them on the desk in you room, carefully putting them back together. Luckily you had a bottle of glue laying around.
After gluing the pieces back together, you decided to paint the cracks a dark black. The mask was broken but now it was whole again. Just like Ghost. Well, for the first part. You wondered if there was something in this world that could slot the pieces of his broken soul back together. He’d never be the same again, just like the mask. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t bee good again.
You were a bit nervous when you knocked against the door. „Yea?“, his usually deep voice was even more gravelly now. It sounded… Weak. You slowly opened the door, looking at the figure laying in the bed. He was pale, his head bandaged, his hand gripping his injured side as he sat up. Even here he had on a black surgical mask.
„I uh, wanted to see how you’re doing“, you said, the nervousness in your voice more audible than you’d like. „Had worse“, he mumbled, suppressing a wince as he shifted. „Yea…“, you didn’t quite know what to say. „I got something“, you reached inside your duffle bag and pulled out the fixed mask.
Ghost froze up immediately as he saw the mask. You got nervous. What if he didn’t like it? What if he’d get angry you painted his mask? You heart beat so fast you’re sure he’d hear it. „It was broken, I fixed it“, you hurried to explain yourself. „I can see that“, he said without any expression or hint as to what he was thinking. „Why are there black streaks?“, he asked. Shit. He didn’t like it. He probably hated it. You shouldn’t have painted it, you shouldn’t even have touched it. „I can get them off, I‘m sorry“, you immediately started to start scratching at the paint, trying to get it off.
„Stop.“, he commanded. You stilled and looked up at him. „Don’t. I like it.“, he reached out. You gave him the mask. „Turn around“. You did as he said.
When you were allowed to turn back, he looked like himself again. He looked like Ghost. The black streaks formed an intricate pattern, making the mask look even more intimidating than it already did. He grabbed his phone and looked at it in the camera. „It looks good“. You held your breath. He liked it. He thought it looked good. That was unexpected, to say the least. „I‘m glad….“
You turned around, opening the door. „Wait“, he said. You looked at him. „Thank you, (name)“. „No problem“
The black streaks had formed a small heart on his forehead.
Alive / Part XII
Trigger warnings: Explicit sexual content in the form of a handjob. (I pray that my parents will never find my blog, Annie, ich weiß, dass du das hier lesen wirst. Kein. Einziges. Wort. Sonst werf ich dich ausm Fenster. Das gilt auch für dich, Milena. :)) Notes: This is my first ever attempt at smut, so sorry if it's awkward to read. I also have no idea how to conjugate "Lay", so sorry to all the English majors out there. Word count: 668
They stayed on that hill for hours. Barely talking, just looking at the sky and sea in silence, enjoying the moment together.
The sun started to set, the sky painted in a deep gold, the sunrays making the scene look etheral, like sunlight pouring out of a hundred broken urns.
When they got home, the house was still empty (Molly knew they'd need some time to get it going, so she made sure they'd have their peace)
"I'm gonna take a shower", Ghost announced. Soap plopped down on the bed. "Have fun"
Ten minutes later, Ghost stepped out the bathroom, blond locks wet, his bare torso bathed in the golden sunlight, a towel slung over his hips. "Looking good, lt", Soap smirked. Ghost grumbled and sat down on the bed. "Shut it" He lay down next to Soap, the towel dangerously low on his hips. Soap peered down. He was unsure, but he really wanted to. "Can I?", he asked quietly. Ghost swallowed, then nodded. Very, very slowly and gently Soap pulled away the towel, eyes fixed on Ghosts cock. "Not bad, lt". It was already half hard. He looked at Ghost again, checking for any sign of discomfort. He didn't find any, his eyes half lidded and it seemed like he was holding his breath. With a featherlight touch Soap ran his fingertips over it, cataloging every ridge and vein. Ghost let out a shuddering breath. "That sensitive, huh?", Soap teased. Ghost just nodded. "Please, stop teasing me", he whispered. Soap raised an eyebrow. "Yes sir" Soap leaned over the bed, grabbing a small bottle of lube from the nightstand, squirting a bit on his hand before wrapping it around Ghosts cock. He really was sensitive, letting out a small gasp at the sensation. Soap took this as a sign to take up the pace, tightening his hand and rubbing his thumb over the red tip. "Does it feel good?", he looked at Ghost whose eyes were fixed on Soaps hand around his cock, biting his lower lip to supress the sounds threatening to escape him. "Simon?", he asked again. Ghost nodded, eyes lidded. Soap chuckled. "Usually I'd have you say it loud, but I'm gonna let it slide". He continued at the same pace for a few minutes, letting Ghost get used to the sensation. He seemed to enjoy it quite a lot. A grin spread on his face as Ghosts subconsciously thrust his hips upwards, and he sped up and tightened his hand, drawing a small gasp from him. He gripped he sheets, his knuckles white. "Wanna hold my hand?", Soap asked, to which Ghost only nodded, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. His breathing got more erratic, and Soap could feel his cock twitch in his hand. "You're gonna come, Simon?", Soap cooed. "Y-yes", Ghost gasped. "Go on then", he whispered. Ghost let out a strangled whimper, squeezing Soaps hand tightly, white ropes soaking Soaps hand. His thighs trembled and he was breathing as if he'd run a marathon. Soap pressed a kiss on Ghosts forehead, getting up to get a wash cloth. Gently and carefully he wiped his body down. "Thank you", Ghost whispered. Soap grinned. "Did you like it?" Ghost nodded. "Then I guess it's a job well done, no need to thank me" He smiled. "I'm gonna shower" "Wait!", Ghost said, slowly getting up. "Give me a second, and I'll return the favour", he mumbled, hands shaking slightly as he reached for Soaps pants. "No no no, Simon, stop", Soap grabbed his hands. "There is no favour to return, you don't owe me anything", he looked Ghost in the eyes. "I want you to know that. I love you. You don't owe me. I choose to make you feel good. It's not a debt. We're not in a rush. We can take as much time as you want and need." Ghost nodded and sat back down on the bed. Soap smiled.
"Sleep a bit. I'll be there when you wake up"
Notes: Sorry that it took so long, I had to stop various times to stop cringing. It's also quite awkward writing this stuff in class. Anyway, I'm omw to bathe in holy water.
Omg this took forever, heres Ghost! I am so happy about this drawing!!📝✨❤️
NSFW MDNI!
TW-Possessiveness, Semi-public fingering
Everyone thinks that Soap or Price would be the most possesive teammate on the 141 but really it would be Gaz.
The way he he’d drape his jacket over your shoulders when he sees anyone looking at you. He’d stare down the man pulling you closer to him as you snuggle into his arms. He’d leave his shirts and accessories at your home with the hope that you wear it out.
Eventually in your relationship you would be invited to have a pint or two with his teammates. You happily accepted wanting to meet the men he trusts his life with. Immediately you go to look for some outfits to wear but he stops you holding up his sweatshirt with his last name printed on the back.
“You should wear this babe it’ll be much more comfortable”, he says with a soft smile.
You smile happy knowing that he wants you to be comfortable, that you don’t have to dress up for him but theres much more to it than that. His mates have seen many photos of his darling but he needs to show them who you belong to.
When the two of you arrive at the bar he has his hand firmly on your hip as he introduces his friends to you. Their eyes are all on you, you’re more pretty than in person. Kyle sits next to John in the small booth and insists that you sit on his lap, smirking at Johnny across the booth.
The conversations between you and the others are pleasant not seeing Kyles glares at the men, especially Soap. You never once leave Kyles side and as you speak you feel his hands massaging your thigh. As the night goes on you feel his hand slowly go higher and higher, you slap his hand not wanting to make the men at the table uncomfortable.
You whip your head towards Kyle whispering in his ear,
“Watch your hand Kyle”
“I just want to make you feel good love, ‘sides I bet my mates would love a show from you”
“Theres people here we cant do this in public!”
“Look ‘round theres no one here beside the bartender and he’s busy on his phone. Let me make you feel good yeah?”
Before you’re able to protest his hand drifts below your pants and his finger finds your clit softly rubbing it in circles. Your head leans back as you sigh in pleasure, he lowers to nip at your neck.
“Gonna be a good girl for me babe and show them how good you are f’me?”
You look up and see there eyes boring into you, entranced by the thought of seeing you come undone before their very eyes. Ghosts eyes are clouded with a haze of lust, Johnny is practically salivating, and Prices face is flushed.
Price leans over to you putting a hand on your thigh.
“C’mon love give us a show, I know you’ve been treating your boy well. We wan’t to see what got him so worked up”
Kyle grabs Johns hand tightly looking him dead in the eyes.
“Captain, as much as I respect you don’t touch my girl.”
John looks a little surprised but nods giving him a smile.
“An’ that goes for all of you, look don’t touch”
Johnnys eyes open wide ready to object but Kyle cuts him off.
“No if ands or buts Mactavish. Your not touching my girl, so either leave the booth or sit there and enjoy the view”
You’ve never seen Kyle so possessive over you in your whole relationship but you find it so sexy. You bite your lip in an attempt to stop the moan coming out of your mouth. Kyles full attention goes back to you, his hands slowly move down your stomach.
“You like that hm? You like that your mine yeah?”
“Mhm I do”, you say shakily feeling his hand work your clit again.
“Good girl, are you gonna sing for me baby?”
A moan cuts off your answer as his fingers start to go faster. Your head starts to feel fuzzy at the pleasure building up in your body but suddenly it stops. You whine at the loss and look up at him saddened but he only tuts in response.
“You need to answer me baby, show me that your a good girl”
“Yes, yes, fuck I-I will!”
You gasp as his fingers start to move yet again. Moans fall from your lips not caring about how loud you are now enjoying the pleasure that your boyfriend is giving you.
The men around you palm their cocks over their pants watching you writhe in his lap. You couldn’t care about them totally focused on Kyle only. Kyle only smiles seeing that your lost in pleasure. His fingers leave your clit and stars teasing your hole.
“Johnny you need to find a girl like mine.”
You gasp feeling his fingers enter you, your head feels so fuzzy falling deeper into pleasure. You rest your head on his shoulder moaning as you feel his fingers drag against your walls.
“Shes so sweet and soft, you keep finding your ‘bonnie’ at bars and clubs but thats not a place where you can find a girl you can keep”
A warmth starts building up in your stomach feeling your orgasm quickly approaching. Kyles fingers thrust faster as he feels your walls start to tighten.
“You gonna cum baby hm? Tell me whos making you cum, tell me whos the only that can make you feel like this”
“You! You Kyle you’re making me feel so fucking good oh my god! Fuck!”
“Cum for me baby”
Your orgasm hits you, your vision is filled with white, your breath is shaky feeling fully satiated.
“Good girl”
Kyle kisses your temple slowly slipping out his fingers, you whimper from the stimulation slouching against his chest. Kyle takes his fingers coated with your slick into his mouth moaning at the taste. He licks the slick off his fingers as the others stare it him in shock and jealousy.
“You doin ok love?”
“Mhm, I’m ok but I want more baby”
“Your insatiable love”, Kyle says with a gentle chuckle.
He gently lifts you in his arms out of the booth ready to get home to give you everything you need.
“Alright then, I’ll see you next week mates I gotta take care of my darling girl here”
You giggle a little still feeling fuzzy from your orgasm.
“It was nice meeting you boys”
With that Kyle walks out with you in his arms ready to ravage you when you get home.
Just started playing mw3 and holy shit andrei and makarov have such a gay relationship.
Get a damm room for you two to eyefuck eachother damm 💀
When I tell you I was pissing my pants laughing at this.
“This wallpaper is so cute, we could live here” ME IN A NUTSHELL I have ADHD (I’m medicated for it) but when I’m off it this is me 😭
I'm begging for more sub könig🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 on my knees, hands clasped together, sitting on my heels, looking up, begging.
I like when you beg
so after a long day of walking around on base, your feet were absolutely killing you. You could feel the blisters forming as you waddled to your front door. Opening it, you were greeted with silence, which at the moment was all you wanted. You dropped your stuff somewhere on the floor and walked to the couch.
a while later, you could hear heavy footsteps. The couch sunk from weight by your feet and then you felt strong hands pull them into his lap. You open your eyes to see König holding your feet in his lap as he gently massaged them.
“Does it hurt, liebling?” He asked quietly as his fingers massaged the sore muscle of the bottoms of your feet.
“Mm, no…you’re being such a good boy…” you praise him quietly, reaching down to squeeze his thigh.
but of course a massage wasn’t enough, so you made your dirty boy eat you out until you came. Your juices and cum was everywhere, on his face, your thighs, the leather couch. You hated messes, so you made him clean it up.
“That’s it, good boy. Lick up mommy’s cum, baby. You’re not allowed to leave until it’s spotless. Understand?” You ask as you caress his head, licking the couch that was drenched with your cum.
He nodded, eyes making contact with yours as he dragged his tongue across the couch, through your cum.
pathetic! König is my all time favourite
like this man is laying in bed asleep with you and he wakes up in the middle of the night, whimpering and pawing at your shirt. You wake up and look at him groggily, he’s looking at you with his baby blue eyes, pulling at your shirt.
“N-need…need y’tit…” he begs quietly, pulling your shirt up.
when you pull it all the way off, he’s latched onto your nipple like a leach! He’s sucking away and biting softly, licking at your sore and abused nipples. The poor colonel couldn’t sleep unless he was sucking on your nipple. He would lazily grind his cock onto your thigh as he sucked, your hand gripping his hair, letting him know you still have the power. When his hips start to stutter, you whisper praise into his ear.
“Good boy. Such a dirty boy that needs to cum to sleep. Such a pathetic slut.”
your degrading words made him cum in his boxers, allowing you to feel the slick and white seed paint his boxers. He ended up falling asleep still sucking your nipple, he’d be in a world of punishment tomorrow for waking you up to get off and not even take care of you.
Pervert! Neighbour! König X Neighbour! Reader
when getting your new house, you didn’t expect to be living next to some hot military man. Oh no. It was quite the opposite actually…this was like a once in a lifetime opportunity! So when you saw the almost inhuman, tall man getting mail from his mailbox, you almost toppled over.
now, now- of course you’ve tried to talk to him! But sadly, your words get caught in your throat and you play it off as if you’re doing something else! Stupid. So after a while, you stopped trying, giving up and trying to get on with your daily life. So when doing chores, you played your music loudly, eventually getting distracted by the song and completely forgetting about the mopping that had to be done. You swung your hips, getting low to the floor, whipping your hair around, doing dramatic movements that made you feel like a hot bitch. But when the song ended and you grabbed the mop again, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw the tall man staring at you through his window with a dazed look on his face. He smiled at you and gave a small wave, walking off so he was out of view. Your face was covered with blush as you grabbed your mop and vowed silently to never do that again.
Meanwhile, your lovely next door neighbour König, vowed silently to himself that he would ask you out one day…and also not jack off to you swaying your hips like that as he imagined you riding him. I mean, he came hard, of course he looked dazed!
HEAR ME OUTTT!! nerd!konig trying hard to focus on his work while you blow him off under his desk…💭
now, when I heard this, I almost immediately thought of the poor guy flunking the assignment he was doing just because of you
poor nerd!König was sitting at his desk, finishing up an assignment that was due the next day. You sat on his bed, bored as can be before deciding to allow yourself to have fun and tease your little smarty pants. You cannot tell me that nerd!König would not be letting out the breathiest and loudest whines ever; he would be throwing his head back with shaking thighs and bringing his hands down to press onto his pelvis as if that would do something.
now let’s say you were a little mean to him, you would take your mouth off of his swollen and leaking cock just to stare at him sternly. “Keep working or you don’t get to cum.” He would sob softly and nod mumbling “yes mommy/daddy” and continue working. Now nerd!König can’t think, when his mommy/daddy is sucking his cock, he goes stupid. So when you come home and see him crying, you ask him what happened. He shows you his 58% he got on the assignment and you giggle a little before getting down on your knees, “Let mommy/daddy make it up to you.”