Seeing Rorke in his pj's was... disorienting, in a way.
Logan honestly used to believe the guy slummed around in tactical gear at all hours. Cargo pants. Kevlar. Gloves and several weapons holstered in easy to reach spots.
But there he was, in some olive shorts and a grey muscle tank. Scowling like regular, but with eyes-half shut from exhaustion.
When he sees its Logan, something about him relaxes. Probably confidence. Assured that if it came down to it, he could simply break Logan in one hand. Someone stronger might put up a better fight, but he's beat Logan before, so...
"What do you want?" He drawls.
"Can't sleep." Logan mutters, ducking past him.
Rorke grunts but doesn't stop him. Doesn't move out of the way either, so he has to squeeze against the doorframe to get in but doesn't stop him.
"The fuck you want me to do about that?"
The door clicks shut quietly, cutting off the light from dim red emergency lights.
After nightfall, the whole base went low-light... if any. Bomber threats were real as far north as they were. They didn't need to make it easy.
Logan shuffles in but doesn't trip. Rorke always keeps his rooms impeccably clean, so there's nothing on the floor to stumble on, but he is disoriented for a minute while his eyes adjust to how damn dark it is in here. All he can make out are silhouettes of black on pitch.
He heads for the big rectangle against the wall, hopping up on the mattress and scooting across to stick his back to the cool plaster, a welcome salve to the windless and stuffy night.
Rorke remains standing by the door for a second before moving across the room, sitting on the edge of the bunk and waiting another second before he swings his legs up and shifts around. Sitting up near the head of the bunk with his legs out before him and his back against the wall. Right on the other edge of the bed.
There's barely any room despite his efforts to keep space between them. It's a narrow bed, and they're two grown men. Rorke being a fat meathead doesn't help.
Experimentally, Logan reaches out and pokes his thigh.
It jiggles.
"Go the fuck to sleep already." The man hisses, swatting at his head. "You finally get your own room, and you come to harass me."
Logan doesn't bother to voice his retort. That he hadn't needed to knock. That Rorke had been awake anyways. That he was waiting.
Instead, he curls his arms to his chest and begins counting his breaths. Waking up four hours later is automatic. Rorke has his turn, and then Logan leaves before daybreak.
tags !! - period sex, mention of blood, slight dubcon, pussy eating, breeding kink mention
“i’m so sorry sweet girl, so sorry.. can’t help it” könig mumbled breathlessly above you, chin resting on the top of your head as he kept you in a tight headlock. “i know it hurts, jus’ le’me make it feel better”
he was mumbling, accent thick while he talked with his teeth clenched. lips pressed together as he drilled into your cunt, pushing past the plush of your thighs to pull out and bury himself inside each time.
had your legs locked together by his knees on either side, only ever occasionally picking his head up to look down at his bloodied up cock, pulling slowly to marvel at the sight. made him obsoletely feral, picking up the pace and making himself fuck into your leaking hole until his whole body was jittering. like an animal that needed to breed.
“jus’ so easy to fuck baby...” he answered back when you whined, holding your breath each time his hips came down to smack against your ass, shoving you further into the bed. cock easily slipping in and popping back out, covered in blood. “givin’ my pretty girl what she needs..”
he huffed to himself, getting off on the praises that you would usually give him. but you were too busy trying to get over this sensation; so he had to make due. even began whining himself at one point, complaining that he was so close but didn’t wanna finish just yet.
as weak as ever with holding himself back; könig spilled himself inside you, hips locking against your round ass— mixing his heavy white seed deep inside your womb. he waited patiently until your muscles twitched and pushed it back out, dripping down to your clit white and red.
you were weak to his further advances, legs being pulled apart like some sex doll. könig got to his knees better your legs, chest hovering over the mattress as his chin met your clit, mouth licking past your folds and into your abused hole. twitching at the pressure again, your body tried to push more of whatever else was inside of you out.
it’s just.. könig didn’t allow it. pushed his cum back in further with his tongue, licking along your walls and tasting the metallic from your walls. tasted like his hands after using a gun without gloves. like stale blood. reminded him of the battlefield. all that excitement made him groan into your pussy, tongue fucking your weak ring of muscle until your back arched and your stomach pushed into the bed.
and when he was done; he hovered over you like a predator fresh him his kill. mouth all red, a slow and creepy smile appearing on his face as you reluctantly made eye contact.
Hi there! I saw your requests were open and the fact you listed Rorke and I literally exploded when I read that line! I love Rorke so much, I’ve had such an undying crush on all the men of the ghosts game since 2013 but Rorke has just always been my man 😫
Could I request some NSFW headcanons for him? I love your portrayal of Hesh and know you’d do him justice!
I know Rorke is not clearly mentally well after being tortured after the federation, so you can write him as crazy as you feel he is. There’s no limits to kinks!
Thank you my love, have a good day!!!!!
Gabriel Rorke NSFW headcanons
A/N: Buckle up, I have a lot of thoughts about Rorke.
Rorke is very different in every stage of the story and I think how he would interact intimately would be different depending on when you met him and what not. So I've written what I think he would be like as a lover if you met him prior to him disappearing and if you met him after.
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: First half is casual nsfw headcanons, second half gets pretty disturbing. Non con, violence, drugging stockholm syndrome. This is a serious warning.
Relationship with pre 2015 Rorke
He is a born leader and strives to complete his mission at hand. He holds a lot of masculine energy and I think that holds strong in the bedroom.
I imagine him with someone who is very soft, sweet and caring. Not necessarily innocent but kind enough to remind him why his job is so important. I think of Price’s “We get dirty, and the world stays clean”.
It’s not nsfw but if you weren’t in the ghosts, he definitely hides a photo of you somewhere on his body while he’s away. If he’s preparing for a high risk mission, he probably won’t but in most cases, he likes to keep you somewhere close to him.
He had a photo of you on his body on the mission to assassinate Diego Almagro. When he was losing hope in the rubble after his team left him, he swallowed the picture in case his body was found and ravaged. To him, your safety has alway trumped his own.
Rorke is very good at giving orders. Over the phone, he’ll guide you through your pleasure. All sweet and husky. He knows you miss him so he’ll take it easy on you and be as loving as can be. He’ll tell you to be as loud as you can through the phone so he can hear you and tell you he misses how you feel in his hands and around him.
If he’s with you however, you do as he says or else. If he tells you to get on all fours atop the bed, you say yes sir and do it. He tells you to be loud, you better fucking scream. He’s not a type to put up with bullshit and he’ll call you a little brat if he thinks you’re in a mood.
It also massively turns him on to see you dress up all fancy. Low backs, cleavage, tight pants, stilettos, lingerie, perfume. All of it does it for him. He loves to see your hair and makeup done so he can sit across from you at dinner and imagine how you’ll look later with your mascara dripping, lipstick smudged and hair matted begging for him.
He wouldn’t date anyone he didn’t think deserved his attention so you better believe you’ll get the whole princess treatment from him.
This man is a dom, true and through. Of course he’d love seeing you on top but I don't think he'd ever really enjoy giving up his dominance.
Only in moments of true vulnerability would he let you take the lead. After a particularly harrowing mission or if he has a nightmare where he loses you or one of his men, the only thing he really can do is sit in your arms. He would never let any of his men see him like this, but he knows you will take care of him, take his mind off things. Those moments are always tender and slow. Sometimes all it takes to calm him is to hear you giggle while cockwarming and just enjoying each other’s embraces. That’s as intimate as the man will let himself be.
If you did try to dominate him though, he'd find it adorable. If you pinned him against a countertop, climbed on top of him on a lounge, he’d entertain you for a little while. Sit back and enjoy as you lead a passionate rough kiss, grind your hips into him. Sometimes he’ll even indulge you for a while if you wanted to hold his hands above his head to restrain him. But the moment you let out a whimper, he’d have you over his shoulder in a matter of seconds on his way to the bedroom.
“Nice try, babygirl.” he’d chuckle out as you struggled against him. Placing a couple good taps to your ass before throwing you onto the bed.
He is very much a showoff in front of you. He tends to be really competitive if you're watching, for anything. From a game of darts, to drinking, to fighting.
If you’re at a bar and someone tries to flirt with you, you have two seconds to determine which response he'll give you. Either he’ll beat the person up or he’ll carry you right out of the bar no hesitation.
He’ll flex his muscles for you, he’ll pin you to the wall or floor or wherever he can just to show you he can. Sometimes he’ll ask if he can bench press you and then continue to tell you how you basically weigh nothing to him.
I don’t think he’s a particularly boastful person, I just think he tries to impress you and isn’t afraid to be proud in front of you.
I am a firm believer as well that this man is the epitome of “vacation sex”. He is under the most extreme kind of stress majority of the time and never has the time to get himself off let alone even think about it doing so. (On the very very very rare occasion he did need to get himself off while on a mission, he had your little photo in his hand chanting something sweet and sentimental under his breath like “I miss you, babygirl.”)
So the one time you had managed to get him on a holiday, tension free and away from work (mind you, you only managed to pull 3 days out of him) his libido shot through the roof. From the moment you woke up he had to have you to the moment you both passed out from exhaustion later that evening. Barely even left the hotel room.
I think his favourite positions would either be missionary with him on top or pushing your front up against a wall. If he’s on top of you particularly, I think he’d really enjoy holding hands. It’s his way of showing affection in the act. But when he’s got you up against the wall, he loves the feeling of your ass against him and how your moans are muffled when your face is squished into the wall
If you were a ghost or served alongside him. I strongly doubt he would be risky. He definitely wouldn’t engage on missions. To him he has his own and your honour to protect. Besides he’d much rather have you to himself for certain.
I do think he’s cocky enough though to show a little PDA. So after a successful mission, it won't be uncommon for him to storm through a room to find and kiss you. But this would likely only happen around ghosts or people he can trust.
Meeting Rorke - 2027
Now if you met Rorke in 2027 once he’s returned, it would likely be if you were a ghost. The things he’s been through has pretty much turned off an empathy switch within him so he’d probably see you as an object for both himself and his men. There's still that part in him that has to provide as a leader and damn if he won't provide for his men, then what.
He’d become enamoured with you while hunting the ghosts and want you to join the federation like he does Logan.
If you were a ghost and he did manage to capture you, he wouldn’t let the federation get their hands on you like they did him. He’d probably convince them that you were a more valuable asset as you are now. Let people have their way with you as a means of torture AND to get information out of you. A win, win.
He’d have you tied up all the time to either a chair or a mattress. He would absolutely love it if you were feisty and kept trying to escape for months on end. There’s something about dominating you that brings him so much more satisfaction when you still had drive in you. The lingering thought that he could still control the ghosts at his own will even after all this time.
If he was having nightmares like he used to, he’d visit you at whatever god awful time it was to distract himself. Doesn’t matter if you had finally coaxed yourself a sleep or if another soldier was already with you.
He would enjoy watching other federation soldiers have fun with you, even multiple at a time. Sometimes when this happened and you screamed, it would draw a crowd of soldiers and it didn’t even turn Rorke on. There was just something deep down that couldn’t look away.
The longer he keeps you and the more unhinged you get. He loves to mark you. He gave you hickeys and cuts. He'll slap you and throw you onto things to leave bruises. Anything, you name it. He enjoyed for a while putting aphrodisiacs in your food and watching you squirm and eventually beg for him.
By 3 years in, your brain has rotted. You did anything anyone asked and felt nothing anymore. Except more and more often Rorke’s visits became more predictable and less explicit. He has actually just started taking care of you.
He’s feeding you and cleaning you. For so long he has treated you like garbage until you ached every moment you were awake but now he actually tried to preserve you. He’d stop hitting you and would brush your teeth instead.
It made you begin to question if you just saw the whole situation wrong because you were angry, had he always been this kind to you and you just never noticed. Was it selfish that you never noticed he was the only one showing you kindness. It's clear the ghosts aren’t coming to get you and Rorke clearly was the only person to care about you.
Now that you were becoming more cooperative with him and even giving him consent to have you, he’d leave you untied when unsupervised more often. He’d kiss all the marks he created on you and slowly stopped other soldiers from visiting you.
In his own way - however just as horrifying - he managed to brainwash you like the federation did to him and eventually he built your strength back up to join him on the field.
He started holding you in his bed and told you to call him Gabriel instead of Rorke so everyone knew you were his.
With Elias dead, Logan in a pit and you in his lap, Rorke has never felt more powerful.
Prompt: How the Ghosts would react to someone wearing white at your wedding.
A/N🪶: Hello again. To anyone who may have been keeping up with my fic “Sugar and Lemon”, I’m sorry I haven’t been writing. Between creative juices for the fic running out as well as school, I haven’t been as motivated. However, I do want to continue it. I just need to find the right time. I’m doing summer classes otherwise I probably would be working on it now. It’s just overwhelming at this point. But I still want to give y’all something with the Ghosts since I know a lot of people in that part of the fandom don’t usually get a lot unless it’s with (typically) Keegan. Nothing wrong with that, I just want to include more of them, especially more underrated characters like Ajax and David/Hesh. Thanks for reading this blurb <3
HC Note/TW: May include descriptions/mentions of weapons, violence/violent intentions, shitty people, harassment. Please note: I’m gonna make this AU style where Rorke wasn’t turned and no one was killed because I said so. Reader is gn so their groomsmen/bridesmaids will just be referred to as your “friends on the side”.
I made a separate one for David because I love him, find that here
Storyline:
He was almost done getting ready. Today was finally that day, that beautiful day that he never thought would happen. Between the world gradually being broken down each time it was nearly put back up, he had expected to be killed in action like everyone else. But perhaps fate was on his side for now. He knew better than to expect everything to run smoothly, though.
With two different people from two different families, someone was bound to have some opinions. It was just a matter of whether or not they voiced it. Of course, he had made plans just in case. He was getting married to you and there was no way in hell, heaven or on this Earth someone was going to stop that. They could interrupt the wedding all they wanted to, however they pleased. They could set the whole damn thing on fire, but he’d still marry you.
He tried not to think about how beautiful you’d look, lest he start blushing. It didn’t work but the attempt was worth it, despite the pestering the other Ghosts would no doubt lay upon him.
The time came and he stood on the slightly elevated stage, groomsmen and best man at his side. Normally, he doesn’t wear white but this is a wedding… his wedding… his and yours wedding. His back was to the hallway you would walk out of, so he kept looking to the faces of his friends and family for any indication. His heart beat was relatively controlled… and then the music began playing… and they smiled… and the officiant gave him the look to turn around. So he did.
And by God, you were ethereal. He couldn’t tell if his heart stopped or was beating so fast he could no longer feel it. His brain was short-circuiting. You had made your way up to the stage, your friends on the side smiling. He just stared, had he been smiling since he saw you? His cheeks were hurting already. You looked up at him, your smile like the sun, he couldn’t care less about going blind if it meant the image of you would be imprinted in his eyes.
Logan Walker
This man would be trying so hard not to panic.
He almost gets whiplash from how fast his head turned to David who, alongside Merrick, would pipe up and tell off the person.
Logan would have been prepared in a rather classy way.
See… There’s a thing where, if someone wears white at a wedding, especially a dress, the bridesmaids can take wine and pour it on them, effectively ruining the dress.
Logan absolutely has heard of this and got your friends the cheapest wine possible.
Logan looks at your friends and signals to them to get the wine.
One of them moves around closer to them so their attention is away from the friends with the wine.
David and Merrick tell them that they need to leave.
As they get up to get in their face, wine is poured on them.
They yell and fuss, claiming you and Logan are going to pay for their outfit as they stomp out of the room.
You, not having expected this, stand there. Your hands are held by Logans and your mouth hangs open.
Your friends smile at you, David and Merrick chuckling to themselves as they all come back to their original positions.
You struggle to form coherent words.
“Did you- when did- where’d the wine come from?! Was that planned?!”
And the wedding continues, the smell of wine and the sound of laughter flowing through the air.
Elias T. “Scarecrow” Walker'
You know this man would be willing to drag out the guilty party himself.
I fully believe he’d pick them up and carry them outside.
Otherwise he’d probably set up his other comrades to be guards so people don’t try to get in.
I could imagine it being an old ex or probably a family member he hates. None of the soldiers he knows would dare do that to someone like him, he’s garnered so much respect from them over the years.
Any one of his friends, whether groomsmen or guests, I know they’d all stick up for him as he just watches with a smile.
Thomas A. Merrick
Roasts the ever loving shit out of whoever is wearing white.
“If you’re gonna wear white, at least pick an outfit that fits you right.”
“Did you get that from Walmart? I think I saw that when I went last week.”
“That would look better on Riley, but hey, who am I to judge?”
I know the person would willingly walk out without having to be escorted, due to embarrassment.
Gabriel T. Rorke
I can’t see him having a very public wedding. There is a very short list of people allowed and if there’s someone he doesn’t know, he’s meeting them beforehand.
If someone dared to wear white, well…
As all eyes are on them as they stand, showing off the color that was only meant for the two of you, he takes the opportunity since everyone is distracted.
He slowly reaches and shifts his white suit jacket, lifting just the edge, enough for the offender to see the gun, or other weapon, he has tucked away.
He lets go so he looks normal again, while the person is left with wide eyes, suddenly nervous.
They leave with minimal issue and everything resumes, people are left confused but eventually shrug it off as Rorke having intimidated them with his presence alone.
Keegan P. Russ
Keegan would be the type where, prior to the wedding, he expects everyone to show what they are planning on wearing.
He makes sure the two of you set guidelines so it is absolutely clear that if anyone tries to come in wearing white, they will be thrown out and not allowed back in.
This man does not leave room for error.
He takes advantage of having your friends/family’s (bridesmaids/groomsmen) contact info so he can keep an eye on everything.
Would absolutely sweet talk your grandparents or parents into keeping him informed whenever possible, especially if there’s gossip (Keegan loves gossip and you can’t tell me otherwise).
Alex V. “Ajax” Johnson
He wouldn’t bring weapons like Rorke or make snide comments like Merrick.
This is a man of respect, and while he’d be annoyed, he’d be prepared.
As people turned around and gasped and gossiped, he’d remain calm and relaxed despite his comrades wanting to push the person out.
He’d want them to be politely escorted out and you wouldn’t have to do anything.
Naturally, he’s fuming but this is your wedding after all. He maintains his composure.
If the person speaks up, they’ll be escorted out. If not, I can imagine him letting them stay, not wanting to waste time and probably continuing to marry you out of spite and right before the dinner, they suddenly aren’t allowed in.
They’re edited out of any photos they may have forced their way into, everyone basically ignores them.
I love you, Ajax <3
Kick
This guy is just getting married privately.
Mostly just because regular weddings are so hectic and frankly, he isn’t much of a people person but he still wants to marry you.
CW: GN!Reader, Top!Reader (riding), size difference (König is just so overwhelmingly large all around), he cries! he cries and he sobs! and I will write more of it!
Loser!König who's so much bigger than you, frame broad and terrifyingly tall. built to barge through doors and break men in half. he's larger than life, well maintained muscles wrapped in a plush layer of fat. and, as the rest of him would suggest, his weepy cock is just as impressive. despite his appearance, his job he tells you so little about, he can't handle the size difference between you. his hands are sweaty, trembling as they grip your hips. you offered to ride him and now he's a blubbering mess. you've barely sank down past his dribbling tip and he's wrecked. he's barely able to hold eye contact through his tear-clumped lashes, eyebrows pinched as breathes out. you're so warm and snug around him already, doing your best to focus while looking back at him
Loser!König whose cheeks are flushed, tear trials glistening against his skin. choked out whines and incoherent pleading leaving his lips as you sink down another fat inch. "It's okay— you're doing so good. Jus’ ah— a few more inches.", you rasp out, brow furrowed as you swallow, "I think.". neither of you looking down to verify, holding each other closer as König clings to you. he manages a quick nod, hips stuttering below you as he sniffles harshly, hiccuping as he sobs. he's too big, his ruddy tip leaking profusely into you as you struggle to settle against him. his thighs keep tensing, feet digging into the sheets as you let out a warbly little moan. he's shaking as he presses slobbery kisses to your neck, babbling muffled little 'please's as you clench around him. you're barely half way down his cock when he croaks out, "Is— is it in yet, Schatzi.". he lets out a miserable whimper when you shake your head, crying against your shoulder
You know how they say army people can fall asleep anywhere? Konig.
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Neither you nor Konig have a healthy sleep schedule. You because of your terrible time management and your monkey brain which doesn’t want to sleep, and Konig, because of the nature of his job that constantly leaves him sleep deprived and stuck in different time zones.
But you’re sleepy in different ways. You go about the day in a befuddled state, straddling the edge between asleep and awake. It’s always obvious when you haven’t had a good enough rest, because you’ll be yawning, reaching for the coffee, and generally paying less attention.
Konig, on the other hand, is trained to operate on very little sleep. So it’s difficult to tell if he’s exhausted or not, since he himself won’t admit it either. He will just… fall asleep in random places.
In the parking lot, asleep at the wheel while he was waiting to pick you up because he insisted that he was fine, no he wasn’t tired, he wants to give you the full princess treatment while he’s on leave
On the floor of your living room, right in front of the door. Notable because he scared the shit out of you when you unlocked the door and found what you thought was a corpse in your house
Movie nights almost always end with him falling asleep halfway through, which you find adorable, but it also makes your heart ache a little at just how tired he must be
The worst of the lot, however, was when he took you out for a musical you were a fan of. Midway through the second act, when you were reaching for a tissue, you notice him slumbering away in what you felt was the saddest part of the whole performance.
Bonus, nsfw below the cut:
There’s also the one time, right after a long deployment. He had just finished showering, brushed off your suggestion for him to go to sleep in favour of burying himself inside of you.
He needed the closeness, missed the feeling of being inside you after so long. You indulged him, of course, your silly man. You were the one to guide him inside, relishing in his soft whimpers as he found himself enveloped in that tight heat. You stroked his hair, murmuring quiet words of praise as he ruts into you, little shallow thrusts he is able to muster up. You help him out, rolling your hips against him, occasionally making your walls clench for him. He lets out the sweetest moan when he finally spills inside you, pumping you full and deep.
At first, you thought his even breathing was a result of the post orgasmic bliss, but you later realise that he had fallen asleep, still buried in you.
You could wake him, the logical part of you is telling you to get up and clean yourself up. But like this, with his weight on top of you, he feels like an amazingly comforting weighted blanket. Soon, you and your thoughts follow him to the land of sleep.
(He’s a little mortified when he wakes up in the morning, and you’re a little sore. Before he can apologise, you cut him off with a kiss and an embarrassed whisper that it was kinda hot, to stay together even after he’s soft. Well. Let’s just say he quickly becomes not soft anymore.)
You know what? Konig is very dirty. Not only dirty minded but also dirty in behaviour.
He may seem shy and soft but behind that? Oh, behind that he's so nasty.
You may not be aware of that in the initial days of dating him. Too busy thinking how such a big brute is so soft. Maybe cute too. But as days went by, you realised he is not al that he seems.
It started little by little. At first, he began with licking your lips after a kiss. Then he began to lick both your lips and cheeks, not with the top but the tongue flat. You thought it was cute, like a dog licking your face.
Then you began noticing him outside the shower while you showered. He'd be there, always. Watching you while the water wet you, while you lathered soap all over your body, while your hand reached down to rinse your pretty pussy with your fingers. The glass separating you both was only translucent. So he could only somehow make out the shape of you.
Then, you found him sniffing your dirty laundry. And he did it like he was doing drugs and getting high. For him, it was just that- getting high from your scent.
Had you stopped him then, maybe now you'd be less embarrassed. Why? because now you find your panties missing. Not one not two but a while out of them. You know who the thief is and went to confront him as well. But when you entered the bedroom, you were met with this giant of a man jerking himself off with his mouth stuffed with a panty of yours while with his other hand he held another pant to his nose.
Now you really want to confront him and get your panties back but the scene is also making you wet like you want to sit in his face.
A/n: y'all I thought of this shit after my bf, for no apparent reason, pressed his nose to my pussy and began sniffing. Later he are me out too😜
age difference, older bf!konig x college student reader. literal sleeping together, because I’ve been thinking about the practicalities of trying to share a tiny ass bad with a huge man
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You soon realise that Konig is a terrible bed partner. Your bed, as its name implies, is a single. Fit for one, singular person. Not a super single, not a queen, and certainly not a king.
At first, the prospect of Konig staying the night thrilled you. You hadn’t see him for forever, you missed him, and you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him.
But now… squeezing together with him on a tiny bed wasn’t as romantic as you had imagined it.
“Konig,” you moan, squirming futilely against his tight grip on you. “Move over.” Like maybe, just maybe he would be able to carve a little more space out for you with him massive body.
He blinks at you, looking just as close to falling asleep as you are to falling off the goddamn bed. “My apologies, Schatz,” he says. Without so much of a grunt of effort, he’s pulling you over his chest, shifting your body to the other side of the bed, the one with a wall at the side so you won’t be at any danger of falling off.
You can’t decide which is worse. Your body dangling half off the bed, or your body pressed between the equally hard planes of the wall and his chest. Still, you try to make the best out of the situation. He must be exhausted, having just come from a mission and straight to you.
“Better?” he asks, one hand coming up to cup your cheek. His voice is softer, accent thicker with exhaustion. You hum, leaning forward to press a kiss to his nose.
“Better,” you say, lying between a rock and a hard place, lying through your teeth.
(It wasn’t better, but it was enough to just be with him. Even if his snores do keep you up half the time.)
Heyyy! Have you seen the trend with couples where one wipes the spoon after feeding their partner before using it themselves? Thinking of how the COD men would react to that lol just pure ragebait
Price is the one who usually ruins it because he's too in his head or preoccupied with something else to notice, though you have a sneaking suspicion that he actually is aware of the stunts you pull, he just ignores them.
Kyle is the one who grabs the spoon, puts it in his mouth again, licks the back just for good measure (and deliberately slowly at that), and then hands it back, all while looking you dead in your eyeballs the entire time.
Johnny goes into thousand-yard stare, hurt golden retriever mode with those pretty blues (because he KNOWS you can't resist the puppy dog eyes) because how dare you? Especially after he just gave you some sweet Scottish Stud lovin' with his tongue and y'all swapped spit and cum afterwards. This is why you avoided his eyes the entire time you wiped the spoon down lmao.
When you go low, Simon goes to hell. The one who sizes you up, gives you that once over, and stares deep into your eyeballs. You just... giggle in response. He doesn't even blink. Okay, maybe once. And it's slow. Sniffs once, too. Y'know, in the way the Cap'n does when he passes judgement but doesn't want to say shit. Oh-ho, so that's how it is, luv? Think you're fuckin' cute, yeah? Well, joke's on you 'cause Simon fookin' Riley is bloody adorable. The one who proceeds to evade EVERY kiss you try to give him on the lips. 'Cause he's not that kind of slag. He doesn't give his kisses freely only for them to be WIPED away. "Where did we go wrong, Simon?" "You tell me, sweetheart," is what y'all argue about. In bed. As you cuddle each other in loving passive-aggressiveness lmao.
Graves does you one better and just shoves his tongue down your throat. Has you looking (and feeling) dazed. And a little horny. All the while, he's smirking. Yeah, good luck getting rid of his germs now, darlin'. ❤️
Rudy hits you with his best, "I beg your pardon?" look. Mamá would be proud of him.
Alejandro doesn't say anything. Just quirks a brow. Then he catches your little smile, realizes you're back on your bullshit, and smirks because it looks like he'll have to get even with you in more... pleasurable ways, mi vida.
This would be one instance where König didn't get that you were joking with him and would actually be mortified. Like eyes-wide-as-saucers, almost catatonic, mortified, thinking something was wrong, and now you're actually having to reassure him that it was just an online joke. And you make his favorite dish as part of your apology.
Similar to Kyle, just as you're about to eat a spoonful, Horangi takes your hand, guides the spoon back into his mouth, and holds it there. While staring you down.
And similar to Graves, Mace just grabs the spoon, chucks it away, and next thing you know, his tongue is down your throat. But unlike Graves, he takes it a step further, and now you two are on the floor, and... yeah, y'all not getting up for some time. Play stupid games, win stup—er... happy fucking, babes.
Could you pls write m!reader x mace bc I bearly see any mace fic😞
Can it be like mace draging reader in a left out room before a mission and like yk..👀
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❛ 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 ❜ ➖ osh.
pairing: mace x reader content: explicit, dom male reader, dry humping
One fact about MACE? He will take you whenever he wants. It doesn’t matter how busy or angry you might be; you’re coming with him. It’s a regular occurrence at this point—suddenly getting yanked by the wrist and ushered to some secluded area.
It isn’t any different now.
“Well, what are you waitin’ for? Take it off.”
There it is. That impatience you think you’ve grown fond of.
“Relax.” Before you’re able to grasp your belt, MACE crowds you against the wall. Impatience emerged as a huff, caught within his mask before he tugged it off of his head. Carefully, he leans in and seals his lips against yours. He breathes slowly, a hand slithering to the front of your pants.
Cupping your growing bulge, he gives a gentle squeeze in approval. “Mmmph...” He moans into your mouth, his hot tongue teasing your lips before pushing past. It’s passionate, dare you say longing, but it’s still bruising. Teeth clanking, wet muscle flicking, and he lets out a muffled whimper when he feels you harden beneath his gloved palm.
Distracting you with his wandering lips, his hands trace every inch of your body over your gear. Rough, calloused hands reach up to your shoulders, and he breaks the kiss as he shoves you to the ground. One of his gloved palms cradles the back of your head, considerate enough to not let you bang against bricks.
“The hell?”
You grunt from the impact, a boot kicking beneath your knees before he straddles your hips. “You could’ve asked me instead.” Your hands find his waist. “No fun in that.” He huffs out a chuckle, flashing a grin. Ducking his head, MACE begins to travel lower from your cheek.
“Gonna be,” a kiss to your jaw, “gone for,” the pink muscle darts out between his lips, “a few weeks.” He drags it across a patch of skin. Angling his hips forward, he grinds down on your clothed cock while sinking his teeth into your neck. It could’ve distracted you if he hadn’t bit hard enough to nearly draw blood.
“Fuck--” You inhale sharply, fingers digging into his sides. “And you’re only telling me this now?”
MACE snorts, pressing his pelvis against yours before pushing himself back. “I need my luck.” His tongue swipes around the mark, sloppily lapping and sucking on it, his drool trickling down your skin.
You quirk a brow, guiding his movements, and it takes everything in him not to restlessly grind on your dick. “How are you getting it like this?” You can feel him smile on the side of your neck, hooking a finger underneath your collar to offer a lingering kiss to your collarbone. “Still haven’t figured it out?”
His thighs suddenly lock around you before bucking against your hard-on as though he were attempting to ride you through the barriers of clothing. “You’re my lucky charm,” he pants, a whine bubbling low within his chest as he humps you like a dog, “and this damn cock. Hngh, shit, I might miss it.”
He grounds down, shifting in little circles, softly whimpering. “Just it?” You wrap an arm around him, his breath hitching. You’re able to feel how he uncontrollably throbs, his legs trembling from how he’s practically bouncing on your lap.
His pants were sticking to him uncomfortably, hard length straining against the material. “No,” He huffs, cheeks hot from embarrassment and arousal, “you know what the answer is.”
The cotton of his underwear was stained, friction numbing his brain and making him leak. MACE felt like an animal in heat, thrusting his ass back onto the outline of your cock. His brows pinched in frustration; it wasn’t enough—the emptiness has him aching.
Ask about their manhood size Headcanon (Call of Duty)
Headcanon for my beloved masked men from Call of Duty. What are their sizes down there?
NSFW Content. MDNI.
Jackal
He hid his surprise under the mask when you asked the question about his private part. Not that he hates the question; he is just surprised...
Around 8 1/2 inches.
He has a shower-type cock. So you won't see much difference when he is soft and hard.
Same color as his skin.
Not clean-shaven, but also not bushy. Well-trimmed. It is for the sake of cleanliness, he claimed.
He is proud of his size. He believes that this is the perfect size to satisfy you.
Never, ever joke about his manhood. Because if you do, he will show you what this cock can do until dawn.
"Come on, try to keep up," would be the last thing you hear before you collapse in his arm.
Mace
He will just drag you to the nearest toilet and let you find out with your own eyes. Or hands.
Judging from your eyesight, that should be somewhere around 7-8 inches, give or take.
Trimmed, almost fully shaven.
What surprises you is that his cock also has a crocodile scar, similar to what he has on his body.
He would ask you if you wanted to feel how those scars worked inside. And luckily, your curiosity is likely to win over reason and logic this time.
Ghost
"Confidential," he said.
But if you insist on him enough, with some help from a shot of Baileys, he will give you a hint.
"Can you see a watch on my wrist? Flatten it. That is the exact same length as what I have down there."
Luckily, you and Simon have the same model of watch. So you just flatten it on the counter bar to see the answer.
Let's just say you are more than satisfied with the truth that has been revealed.
"Now that I tell you about my secret, you gotta tell me yours to," Ghost said shortly in a husky voice, but his eyes surely mean he looks for something more than just a typical secret from you.
Oh... you think you know where this is going now.
Nikto
"нет (No)" He answered coldly. And no matter how many times you beg, he will not answer.
Until one day, you find him naked in the locker room by accident.
It is neither that big nor that long, probably because it is soft now. So you think it is quite normal size.
But the main event is what happened after. You are not sure why, but probably because of his nervousness, his manhood suddenly grows—rapidly, tremendously.
6 inches total, with somewhere around 5–6 inches of girth. It might not be that long, but the girth is insanely huge. You wonder if someone would be able to take all of that in.
Now that he is fully erected, he has to find someone to take responsibility for this matter. And then his eyes were drawn to you.
"Take care of this now, сука (bitch)," Nikto said as he held his shaft that pointed directly to you.
Jolting up, he looks around quickly, military training kicking in. He searches for any threats and, once he spots none, he relaxes, groaning as he rubs his face and rolls over to face you.
"Sug, what...?" He glanced at the time. 04:37. Jesus. "Why did you wake me up?"
You shift a bit, holding your phone. "I was hungry and was gonna order something. You want anything?"
He blinks at you, disbelief coating his face.
"... you goddamn big back bit– babe, darlin, it's four in the fucking morning. It's– it's stupid o'clock, and you wanna eat?" He asks incredulously, rubbing his face.
You just shrug, completely unashamed. "I woke up. My belly was cramping. And I felt weak. I wasn't about to fall back asleep.
"Now, do you want anything or no?"
Mace stared at the ceiling for a bit.
"... where you ordering from?"
Fifteen minutes later, Mace sits beside you in bed, lamps on, a towel set over his lap as he eats a burger with you. He shoots you an occasional mock-judgemental look as you eat three burgers and a large fries.
blah, blah, blah, Loser!König with erectile dysfunction✍🏼✍🏼
CW: erectile dysfunction, handjob (König!receiving), König crying as usual
Loser!König who’s embarrassed he can’t get hard easily. it’s not fair when he’s constantly flustered and turned on by you, you don’t even have to do anything in particular for him to want you. despite his undying, and often overwhelming, attraction to you he still struggles getting it up. what’s worse? your patience towards him has him in shambles. how can he be okay when you’re content leisurely playing with his soft cock, watching as he writhes under your touch. hips awkwardly stuttering up as pre beads at his tip, pitiful whines bubbling up from his throat. it’s torture, letting you play with him for almost an hour as he clutches the bedspread desperately. nearly forty minutes in has him semi-hard, cum slicking your palm when he comes
Loser!König pleading for more while his thighs tense, guilt twisting into greed. his eyes gloss quickly after his first orgasm, tears clumping to his lashes as snot drips down his throat. all he can manage are choked moans between sniffling, eager to feel you. heels digging into the mattress, his head feels dizzy when you lean over to kiss at his neck and jaw. overstimulated as you keep pumping your hand, babbled little ‘thank you’s and ‘ich liebe dich’s leave his mouth. just after an hour’s worth of him sobbing he’s finally hard, face a blotchy red as he paws at you. he can’t help but cry harder when you smile at him, a trembling little smile settling on his on lips. he loves you so much it hurts, tugging you closer as he settles you across the wide expanse of his thighs
Imagine comforting Konig when he gets sad about his difficulties dating, and then you end up with him trying to get his head between your legs.
Omg this is so him. Cuz the thing about König is that he does have shame--a lot of it in fact--but he's simply too desperate and pathetic to let that shame stop him.
warnings: dubcon, maybe noncon? reader likes it and there's no violence, but pretty vehemently protests. oral, F!Reader receiving
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You're sitting on König's couch for the third time this week as he lays with his head in your lap, tears streaming down his face as he sobs about being ghosted by another girl. You've made a game out of keeping track of how many girls ghost him in any given week, and so far, you're up to seven.
It's Tuesday.
"Maybe if you actually focused on one girl rather than playing the field like some fuck boy, they'd stick around," you answer thoughtlessly, not even pausing your petting of his long, red hair.
König's blubbering cuts off, and he looks up at you with wide, guileless blue eyes, like you've just offered him the solution to all his problems--and like the thought has genuinely never occurred to him before.
"Schatzi! You are genius!" He exclaims. You blink, confused at the sudden 180--only to let out a startled, aroused, mortified squeak when König lifts his head, raises your skirt, lays his head back down on your thighs, lets your skirt fall back down, and starts mouthing at your panty-clad pussy.
"König!" You yelp, smacking his head to try and get him out from under your skirt. But he just moans and sticks his tongue out, like he's trying to fuck you with it through the fabric. You squeal, shoving at his shoulders, but he doesn't move, just uses his massive paws to pry your thighs apart. Only then does he slide off the couch, getting to his knees in front of you and hooking your legs over both of his broad shoulders. He doesn't emerge from under your skirt for even a second.
"I will give you all my attention, liebe," he declares, and you can imagine the starry-eyed look he's wearing just from his tone of voice. One of his thick, long fingers brushes against your slit as he pulls your panties aside, making you jolt. "Then you will never want to leave me, ja?"
Before you can answer, König plunges his tongue into you, big nose bumping against your clit and making you see stars.
CW: MDNI (NSFW) — König and how pathetically submissive he is
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You’d always said how König had the prettiest eyes.
But fuck, if they aren’t even prettier when you’re sat on his cock and he’s looking up at you all fucked out and submissive.
You’d been at it for a little over an hour and a half now, bouncing on his fat cock like you were determined to drag him to the brink of madness.
You’ve absolutely succeeded.
Those blue eyes glazed over, pupils blown, sweat beaded on his forehead even though he’s put in little work. Sweet little whimpers and whines leaving his lips with every clench and glide of your wet walls.
Big hands gripped at your waist, fingers dug into your supple flesh like he had to use you as an anchor.
He’d already come three times, the glide of your cunt up and down his cock so slick and wet with the mix of your fluids. Creamy seed leaking out of you, pooling around the base of his cock. The plap plap plap of your bouncing obscene and loud in the quiet of your room.
“Schatzi- Please- I-I can’t- Don’t stop-“
“S-So good- I’ll be good for you-“
Begging and pleading. Telling you he’s too overstimulated but he keeps chanting don’t stop please as if you’re his lifeline.
His hips buck up weakly every now and again when you sink down fully on his cock, hips rolling so his cock stirred inside you. All his focus is on the blissful clench of your pretty pussy, the way you’re dwindling him to nothing but a pitiful mess.
He doesn’t have the ability to even tell you when his next orgasm rolls through him. His body tensing, stomach clenching as his hips jerk up sporadically. Cock jerking inside you as spurts of his creamy seed fill you once again. Babbling nonsense because he’s so fucked out.
Of course you don’t stop there, not until he’s quite literally begging you to stop because you’ve ridden his cock raw.
