I am on my hands and knees BEGGING for content of Kleo Gavras from cod 🙏
idm if it’s a one shot- headcanons list, drabbles or anything, there’s just so little smut of her and RAAAGH (also i don’t have any preferences for the request other than her partner/the reader is assumed to be a female but if you want to do gender neutral reader content then that’s cool too!)
No pressure btw, it’s ok if you want to say no :3
absolutely!!
you just know she fucks dirty, no matter if she's top or bottom - she's definitely a switch & verse. one of her favourite things to do though, no matter her mood, is sitting on your face. she loves having you under her, able to play with your pretty tits, squeezing them while she rocks her hips against your face, her slick covering your lips and eager tongue. moans and praises slipping from her lips between heavy breathing, sweat dripping down her forehead when she gets close. either holds still and presses down or really starts fucking your face when she's close, making it hard for you to breathe - but it doesn't matter, because her gorgeous moans make you as wet as nothing else can - and you'll get it back tenfold.
I just saw your recent post, and you said you wish people would request other characters, especially fem characters, so it’s my time to shine🤩. I would like to request a NSFW fic with "Kleo" from COD; she’s an operator. I don’t have any specific ideas for the plot, so you can go crazy! I really wish people would write for her more.
Kleo x fem! Reader NSFW
Tags: p with a little bit of plot, mild angst with lots of fluff, making out, miss girl is unable to keep her hands to herself, fingering and oral (both reader receiving) and breastplay
Dear Gods I need this woman I need her I NEED HER TO CALL ME HER LITTLE PRINCESS AND RUIN ME WOOF WOOF GRRRR BARK WO-
I hope you enjoy :)
Summary: Your home felt emptier without her, no matter how many pictures of you together decorated the walls or how much exorbitant furniture filled every room. Dancing makes you feel just a little less alone, or maybe that’s just the shadowy figure watching your performance?
It was always quite lonely without Kleo around. Of course, she’d warned you about this multiple times before getting into a serious relationship with you, but you hadn’t thought much about it back then.
It didn’t make you think less of her, not at all! But you just wish she’d be here a bit more. Of course, when she did get time off, it would almost always be a few days at least, which you always made sure to keep free.
But it had been two months. No visits, no calls, no texts. Just a monthly check, making sure you didn’t have to bear the burden of bills alone.
You were scared to check your mail now. Every time a call came in, you were scared this would be the one. Some of your older neighbors had talked about it once they found out about Kleos job, warning you of the heartbreak that came with it.
,We’re sorry miss, but unfortunately Kleo…‘
No. You couldn’t bear to think about it. By now you should know not to underestimate your girlfriend like that. Still, you needed something to drown those thoughts out.
Where most would’ve reached for alcohol or drugs, you reached for an old, beat up and sticker covered iPod. Kleo had gifted it to you on your first birthday together, you still have it after all these years.
Memories of her teaching you how to put music on that damn thing made you giggle as you connected it to the speakers in the living room. They were massive and yet another gift of hers. This one she gave you because ,she felt like it‘.
Everything just reminded you of her. Even the music.
You played a song you danced to together at one of her many family gatherings. It was slow, and now that you’re actually listening to the lyrics, also a bit sad. How ironic.
Yet you found yourself getting lost in it. Closings your eyes and rhythmically spinning to the music, magically avoiding every piece of furniture that could stand in your way. You had the steps memorized, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3-4, back and forth and back and forth.
You could almost see her dark, curly hair bouncing with every step or how her bright green eyes attentively followed your every move.
Around halfway through the song, tears started to form in your eyes.
Around the end, when the orchestra was dying down and the vocals repeated, until they slowly melted away along the rest of the melody, a pair of arms wrapped around you. Ones your knew all too well.
„Amazing performance, κούκλα“
„I thought you were dead.“
Kleo wrapped her arms around you, her abnormally tall stature leading to your head falling into her neck. She kissed your temple.
„But I’m not. Let’s dance a bit, yeah?“ It was an order more than a question, her hands weaving into yours while spinning you around to face her.
Had she not looked so exhausted, you would’ve likely forced her to talk about what happened. But those bags under her eyes and the fresh scars on her Face told you all you needed to know: ‚I physically can’t talk about it right now.‘
Along with the next song, you both swayed and span, bumping into significantly more furniture than you did on your solo performance. It made you both giggle every time.
Not many words were exchanged during the whole ordeal, not even when her hands dipped to your hips and lower back. Kleo tended to get a bit… touchy whenever she returned from missions.
It was nice. To have her warmth back after all this time had finally stopped your racing brain and intrusive thoughts. You were the first to stop dancing, choosing to embrace her instead. The laugh she let out at that made her chest rumble, and yours with it.
It didn’t catch you off guard when her hands moved to your ass, slowly massaging the soft flesh between her calloused fingers.
„God I missed this.“ She let out a dramatic sigh and let herself fall onto the couch, taking you down with her.
„So you do only love me for my ass! How superficial of you! And here I thought you liked me for my charming personality…“
„Shut up and kiss me you goofball.“
You did just that and gods… did it feel right. That missing piece was finally back. Your house finally felt like home again.
Her lips were just as soft as you’d remembered. She must’ve taken your complaints to heart last time she came back with cracked lips and actually continued to use the chapstick you always had to replaced for her.
She licked at yours lips. „Cherry?“, she asked. „A bit cliché, don’t you think?“
„I know it’s your favorite so shut up.“
To hear her laugh again, so unbothered and loud as always made your stomach fuzzy, or maybe that could’ve also been her hands on your thighs.
Kleos strength always shocked you, especially when she flipped you over without any type of warning. Her arms trapped your head beneath hers.
„Hey there gorgeous!“
„Do that again and I just might die of a heart attack.“
„Oww nwooo, want mwe two kwiss it betta?“ She mocked you, but you didn’t have the strength in you to send a snide remark back. The look she was giving you told you that one, you should shut up, and two, that you either back out now or get fucked so hard you can’t walk even after she returns from her next mission.
You weren’t a pussy, so you smashed your lips into hers. Immediately, she returned the kiss with just as much force. Kleo pried your lips apart with her tounge and you gladly let her in.
Just as you really started to get into it, she pulled away. A string of saliva connected you together for a second more, until it broke.
Her hands reached down to your shirt, carefully unbuttoning it.
„No bra? What a nice surprise.“
„Wasn’t really much of a point in wearing one if there isn’t anyone around to protect them from.“
„How rude. I always treat you boobs with utmost respect.“
Your mention of how she tended to do the exact opposite was cut short by a breathy sigh. Her lips connected to your nipple and suddenly you realized that sexual gratification of any kind other than this would take another eternity to achieve.
Once she sucked on your nipples, it would be impossible to get her off. You were almost convinced she thought that milk would come out of them if she tried hard enough.
Despite your complaints, she was damn good at playing with your breasts. Harshly biting, then softly licking over your tender flesh. Neither of you could ever get enough of it.
Soft moans left your mouth as her tounge rediscovered your chest. You had been deprived of this sensation for so long, it made it feel all the more intense. Your hands could never even hope to compare to the gentle way she licked around your areola, only to then aggressively attacked your nipple with sucks and bites. The other was always treated just as well with her hand, massaged and fondled with in ways that had you seeing stars.
It hadn’t been that long, yet you were already melted into the cushions below you, unable to let out anything other than „I love you“s and garbled versions of her name. Kleo could come from the look on your face alone, begging her for more as she slowly let go of your breasts.
„Let’s move to the bed, yeah? Makes for easier cleanup.“
The wet blanket of a human that was you got picked up by her strong arms. She carried you upstairs and gently dropped you onto the bed without breaking as much as a drop of sweat.
Almost teasingly slow, Kleo removed all your clothes down to your panties, only pausing briefly when she realized they were one of her pairs. A smirk made it’s way to her face as she, even slower than before, removed the last bit of cloth on you.
„I’d say you missed me.“
„You really think I’d miss you?“
„Would be a bit weird of you to soil my underwear if you didn’t atleast somewhat like me.“
Even if you had a response to that, your need for some kind of physical attention was absolutely killing you. You grabbed one of her hands and put them on your body, signaling to her that she should shut up and get on with it. But alas, she was still a tease to the core.
„Be a good girl and tell me how much you missed me.“ Lord knows you would’ve smacked that grin off her if you could, but you had long melted into her unmoving hand. Left with no choice, you followed her orders.
„I thought of you every day.“ Kleo smirked and started massaging your hips.
„Sometimes, I would wear some of your clothes.“ Her hands moved down lower.
„I had to hug your pillow to sleep well.“ Ever so gently, she was prying apart your thighs.
„I tried, but no matter how big or expensive the toy, I couldn’t get off without you.“ That seemed to do it for her.
Large, calloused hands massaged your thighs, as she moved to be in between them. Her eyes were all over your body, as if studying a map.
„You poor thing“, she cooed. „Didn’t have an orgasm for a whole two months?“ Although her tone was teasing, she truly did feel bad. A whole two months would be absolute torture for her.
„I came to the thought of you squirming under me almost every night. God you made my fingers cramp up so much.“ Her voice was dropping lower and her giggles seemed almost sensual as she moved her head towards your pussy.
„My poor princess, I’ll make it up to you, alright? Just be good and let me hear your pretty little noises.“
Her mouth was on you before you could think and gods did it feel good. Her tongue gently licked at your clit, speed growing with fervor at every moan that slipped past your lips. The unholy slurping noises Kleo made would’ve made you giggle under different circumstances, but your brain had ceased all thoughts.
Occasionally, she would give your clit a break to stuff her tongue into your hole, licking your juices up as if her life depended on it. Every time she pulled out to catch her breath, praises of how good and how loud you were being left her, only to then immediately return to your body to keep those noises going.
Being depraved of touch for so long, you were already close to the edge, but then she added her fingers to fully concentrate her efforts onto sucking your clit.
Her fingers were rough, but your wetness more than made up for it. Effortlessly, she moved them in and out, a loud squelching sound coming with every thrust of her thick fingers into you.
Teeth were on your clit, biting down the tiniest bit, her tongue then immediately following after, gently caressing the small bundle until the only words you could form were „Kleo“ and „more“.
She thrived in your pleasure, looking almost as fucked out as you must’ve. Her eyes were dark and her face sweaty. Still, her relentless pace continued, finally giving you what you had craved for so long.
Your thighs clenched around her head as you felt your orgasm coming, and it made her pace even more brutal than before, fingering you at what should be impossible speeds while sucking on your clit much harder than before.
As it all got too much, you finally let go. Cumming on her eager tongue, she licked every last bit of your essence she could get out of you until you were wiggling away from her.
Kleo held eye contact with you as she licked her fingers clean, a lewd moan leaving both of you.
„Princess, why don’t you come back here? We got another 60 days to make up for.“
