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Thy Oath, Mine Hand

(Commission for @bellerva)

(Female Reader, Knight 141, Poly 141 x Princess Reader, Medieval AU, Seduction, Smut, Vaginal penetration + fingering, Nip sucking, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Seduction, Implied age gap, Virgin Reader, Loss of virginity, Orgy, Seducing your knights so your father the king doesn't marry you off to some loser prince)

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You are eighteen years of age when your father announces your hand for marriage.

It’s not unexpected. In truth you’ve been preparing your whole life for this. As your kingdom’s only princess you know by now that your duty falls not as a bearer of the crown, but as a contract- an obligation to whatever country your father chooses to send you to.

You know also, that you will not have a choice in who that is.

Thy Oath, Mine Hand

(Commission for @bellerva)

(Female Reader, Knight 141, Poly 141 x Princess Reader, Medieval AU, Seduction, Smut, Vaginal penetration + fingering, Nip sucking, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Seduction, Implied age gap, Virgin Reader, Loss of virginity, Orgy, Seducing your knights so your father the king doesn't marry you off to some loser prince)

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You are eighteen years of age when your father announces your hand for marriage.

It’s not unexpected. In truth you’ve been preparing your whole life for this. As your kingdom’s only princess you know by now that your duty falls not as a bearer of the crown, but as a contract- an obligation to whatever country your father chooses to send you to.

You know also, that you will not have a choice in who that is.

oh my lord

I want to pull Johnathan Price into the bathroom at some shitty bar and pull his hair, sucking on his neck as my other hand palms him through his pants

I want to tell him that he needs to be quiet unless he wants someone to catch us and that he’s a slut

'Admiration'

(Ghost x Soap - Call of Duty MW)

It's a really subtle morphing gif, but if you want to view the individual drawings, please see below:

I said "do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

(Yes, of course I will, my darling)

― yandere!cod men x reader ― ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, makarov, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з suggestive?

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ଘ You're no plaything for Price. He doesn't just like you, he adores you. Cups your pretty face in his hands; delicately. His rugged and rough hands become gentle as soon as he comes into contact with your skin, treating it as if it were finely-grained porcelain. He treats you the exact opposite of how he treats anyone else. Whilst he leaves everyone else covered from head to toe in blood for coming near you, you're covered from head to toe in the most expensive items you wish for. But, he doesn't want you to forget that his money doesn't represent his love for you, it does not begin to cover not even half of what it should. He'll be sure to remind you not to be spoiled rotten. He's fond of you and while he's interested in you, you should listen and obey to what he advices you. He is more experienced after all.

ଘ Compare what Simon's scars and bruises are to your unscathed body. Let his hands roam over your body, taking in all he works for. Let them wander and familiarize with what he's toying with. His breath on your skin as it quickens, losing his train of thoughts as he fondles you. He's convinced you're meant only for him. No one else should touch you this way, no one could do it like he does. And please return it! Cradle his head in your lap, so the sizzling subsides and he feels alive. Let him know he's the best, the one. Let him lean in and capture those soft, plump lips in a passionate kiss. Don't pull away, don't deny him his heaven. And don't you dare let anyone else trail your body with their eyes like he does. Why, he'll feel as if they're already doing what their mind desires. He's screwed up in his mind but he'll move heaven and earth for those thighs to wrap around his waist at night spilling the warmth between them. Make him feel warm and welcome, give him the world he burns everyone else for. He sacrifices others at the feet of your altar.

Johnny's smug smile can fade rather quickly with one sensual move from you, watch him get lost as his breath is winded and his body is overtaken with an all-consuming fire of passion. Oh, he can't even fathom the idea of anyone before or after him experiencing such things. He'll be paralyzed the moment you sit on his lap and putting your hand to his chest, let it trail over his heart which at the moment beats wildly. It's a sensation he experiences when plunging a knife deep within someone else's chest, he reckons the feeling is almost the same. He thinks his victims rather lucky they die this way. How many other people can experience that fleeting, overwhelming feeling?

Kyle's hand kisses are done with such reverent trembling and respect that he'll have your skin tingling with warm sensations as if the late evening sun was seeping into your skin. Let his and your body blend together like the watercolors on an artist's canvas does. Bask in his affection like you'll sunbathe on the beach. Take in all the good he brings you, accept every touch of his that starts with a secure embrace and ends with the colliding of your bodies. The cold with which he lashes out for others has no place with the gentleness he entreats you with. Keep your eyes on his, locked in his steady gaze immerses himself in fantasies. He feels dizzy as if his world was spinning, losing himself in the sensations. And after the elation, let him shower you in praises, caresses and gifts. Let him buy you two rings for each finger, how many could you want to show off having a caring partner when you slide his card at the register? Make your hands look pretty whilst his are leaving a trail of crimson blood after him.

Roach couldn't ever hurt anyone else, he didn't know what he was capable of until the importance of you came all too clear. You're something that shouldn't belong to anyone else in the world. It's a quick descent down the spiral of violent devotion. His soft gaze usually filled with admiration and sentiment for you hardens, his pupils dilating as fear takes over. He's only acting on behalf of all his anguish, you haven't the heart to condemn him. He's shown you what your heart is worth, couldn't you give him some sort of heaven? He will do very well at whatever it is you ask of him, just wait while he shows you. There isn't anyone else like him he says over and over as if a prayer or spell he could make come true.

Makarov does not care whether he deserves you or not. Unlike the others who will commit unspeakable acts out of guilt and use their "pure" intentions to purify their actions, Makarov is selfish and relentless in what he wants. He does not flinch at your attempts of control, it's lost the moment he takes you in. He's determined to taste everything you have to offer, whether it's willingly or not. But he does like things to be served on a platter for him, he also has no problem taking it himself. Let the hand on the back of your neck guide you in the direction you are to walk, be docile and you'll surely receive tenderness. He can never deny that he loves the way your lashes flutter as you look through them up at him as he pats your head for being so good. Overtime you might notice small details showing his exterior cracking and revealing the soft, white underbelly of affection. He feels as if his chest caves in from your actions, the subtle red at the tip of his ears. Keep pulling at his neck collar, he'll like that fake sense of control you have.

ଘ You wouldn't ever catch a glimpse of Alejandro's manipulative strategies until he finds someone threatening. Is it wrong you're not seeing enough of other people? His biggest fear is you falling for someone else, the danger of you getting too close to someone is palpable for him. The intimacy you two share is from the harvest he's worked so hard for. He's been slaving away for so long to just let someone else lay a hand on you. He kneads you into what he desires, anything to feel the beating heart in your chest which pumps only for him. He'll keep polishing you until he gets down to the bare essence of you, which he can only dream to capture. The rhythm he wants to feel rushing through his veins, circling throughout his body.

Rudy's tenderness blinds you as he takes you to what you can only describe to be paradise. With the shining of luxury, all new and just for you he says. He'll press a million sweet kisses on your face before dropping that a most bothersome person will no longer be graced by your presence ever again. To him it's like a quiet act of love, to you, it's unimaginable. Don't worry your head will all the details, isn't it better to have no worries? He's all smooth indulgence telling you to keep looking at the adorned future he has ahead for you, telling you not to pay attention to the blood that stains the walls of the hallways you walk. He would lay out a new, fancy red carpet over the corpses for you to step over and continue in this fabricated dream.

Phillip knows exactly how to get the best out of you. Can you blame a man for knowing how to get what he wants from you? Let him tease and tug for he knows what every maneuver of his does. The hands that massage your skin don't get dirty, he'll always have others ready and willing to carry out whatever order he gives. It's what he's accustomed to and how he intends to keep it. But the droplets of blood that splatter do not miss his skin. The stain is still there, still under the skin of the thumb he pushes inside of you, feeling around for that bliss. Let his protectiveness clothe your body, he's already blurring the lines between obsessiveness and possessiveness.

Keegan's eyes will have you coming to a stumbling halt. Asking for something only you know how to give so good. Those erratic eyes that are unpredictable as they are deep, representing the deep dive you have to be holding your breath for. Are you ready to indulge? Because the impact will have you gasping for air, and when you try to take one you'll only swallow a mouthful of carnal desire. He ignites such a heat it's scalding to the touch, you don't know what's happening it's like you lose control. It happens so fast that when it's all over you'll let his lips, from which hot breaths slip through, kiss all over your sweat glistened body. His eyes might be softer and hold it for a while until he's back to the merciless, cold gaze which freezes everyone's else blood, feeling it lump within their veins.

ଘ Let König go on his fast rampages. They're over quick anyways. And afterwards, when he comes back, cradle his head between your thighs his tongue tangling as he stutters out promises to buy you what you wish if only you let him lap at your sweetness until his thoughts are left to reckless abandonment. Let him get what he can't get anywhere else. Call him handsome as your bury your fingers into his hair, your fingertips trailing his jaw and down his neck to where his adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Place kisses on his cheek until he turns his head in one swift motion and captures your lips in a desperate kiss. He wants it all, wants all of you all at once it makes him messy, shaky and weak. But he just wants someone to hold him, rubbing his ears and whispering words of affirmation in his ear.

Horangi could care less what other's want from him. You're in his viewpoint and he's determined to apply as much pressure as possible to make you bend. The reason he justifies himself with is the lullaby he's lulled to sleep with. Everyone else wants something from him, why shouldn't you? Everyone else is just in the way, he says over and over again, trying to make you focus on his lips instead of the bodies on the floor. With what he's done, he expects a standing ovation from you, nothing but complete adoration and servitude. He's a man who chases after impulses, who knows how long until this candle runs out. For now, ignore the brusque hand and acknowledge the underlying intents. He'll keep this lecherous momentum going until you're feeling faint from the mere touch of his hand.

ଘ Resignation is a trait Nikto works hard to work out of you. Surely, you ought to trust him after all he's done for you. In his mind, he's dedicated such gentle caring to you, you should be grateful. Don't be afraid to take directly out of his hand, he prefers you lose that skepticism. And when you do start to gentle, oh he can never get enough of it. His fingers grazing and gliding over your body at any and every chance he can get. Let him delve deeper into you, it's only natural for him to want to know you better. Every quiver of yours, he feels through the epidermis of his skin. He just knows you that well. His jerking movements shouldn't startle you by now. Maybe if you were more open, you would be telling him what you want. Give him some sort of sign before that spark ignites an unyielding fire. Because to him, that trembling is a sign of a smoldering fierceness waiting to break through.

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CALL OF DUTY EDITION

All works belong to @silverlullabies do not copy or translate my work, feed into ai, or claim as your own
All works are 18+, minors do not interact
Ao3 links to the series!

Day 1: Bondage - Price ver.1 ; ver.2 (noncon)

Day 2: Breath play - Graves

Day 3: Orgasm Denial - Keegan

Day 4: Sensory Deprivation - Task Force 141

Day 5: Sex Pollen - Soap

Day 6: Knife Play - Ghost

Day 7: Gloryhole - König

Day 8: Sharing - Price and Nikolai

Day 9: Creampie/Breeding - Soap

Day 10: Cockwarming - Price

Day 11: A/B/O - Makarov

Day 12: Filthy Talk - Nikolai

Day 13: Distracted Sex - Price

Day 14: Sthenolagnia - Ghost

Day 15: Overstimulation - Gaz

Day 16: Exhibitionism - Graves

Day 17: Mirror Sex - Price

Day 18: Facefucking - König

Day 19: Somnophilia - Soap

Day 20: Temperature - Valeria

Day 21: Double Penetration- Soap/Ghost

Day 22: Public Sex - Alejandro

Day 23: Crying - Graves

Day 24: Brat Taming - Price

Day 25: Hate Sex - Ghost

Day 26: Marking - Gaz

Day 27: Free Use - Soap

Day 28: Phone Sex - Price [part two follow up]

Day 29: Pet Play - Makarov

Day 30: Sex in Dangerous Environments - Ghost

Day 31: Gangbang - Task Force 141

COD Families:''Oh how the childeren smiled,their eyes brighter than the stars....''

House Price

Price kneels to eye level, dead serious.

“You hold it like this. You don’t run. You don’t wave it near faces.”

The 7-year-old nods solemnly. The 4-year-old immediately twirls. The 3-year-old gasps like it’s magic.

Price exhales. “…Right. Formation.”

You’re right there, hand on their backs.

For once—no shouting. Just sparks and soft breathing.

House Riley

Ghost lights the sparklers carefully.

The girls stare in awe. The twin babies watch from the stroller, wide-eyed.

Ghost crouches, guiding small hands.

“Slow. Gentle.”

One spark pops.

Both girls giggle. Ghost relaxes… just a little.

The sparklers crackle quietly. The twin babies watch from the stroller, bundled and warm but trying to touch the sparkles.

You meet Simon’s eyes.

This—this is safe.

House MacTavish

Soap is way too excited.

“Look at that! Magic sticks!”

The 5-year-olds spin in circles. The 2-year-old claps. The baby laughs like it’s the best thing ever.

You shout, “NO RUNNING!”

Soap freezes. “…Right. No running.”

Five seconds later—running.

But once they listen

“Look at that,” he whispers, like he doesn’t want to scare the moment away.

The 5-year-olds trace careful circles. The 2-year-old holds yours, sparkler-free but included. The baby dozes against your chest.

House Garrick

Gaz does a full safety demo.

“Hold it out. Not close. See?”

The 4-year-old copies perfectly. The 2-year-old just wants to shake it.

Gaz gently steadies her hands.

“That’s it. You got it.”

Proud dad smile unlocked.

You showed the 2 year old how her star can light up yours -> innocent kid laughter that melts you.

House Vargas

Alejandro lights them one by one.

The 6-year-old traces shapes in the air. The 4-year-old squeals. The 2-year-old watches from your arms, entranced.

Alejandro laughs softly. “Careful. Careful.”

He keeps a close hand nearby—always.

“Muy bien,” he whispers, smiling.

The sparks reflect in all your eyes.

House Graves

Graves hands them out like equipment.

“Distance. Awareness. No crossing.”

The 7- and 6-year-olds take it very seriously. The 3-year-old just waves happily. The baby watches safely from inside your jacket.

Graves nods. “Acceptable.”

You laugh.

Phillip lit a star up and brought it at a safe distance by the baby. you both laughed as the baby was locked in,his eyes reflecting the light (pacifier abonded ship to the ground)

The kids laugh softly. The sparks burn low.

Graves glances at you.

“…This is nice,” he admits.

House Baumgartner (König)

König crouches low, lighting each sparkler gently.

The 4- and 3-year-olds gasp together. The baby blinks, mesmerized.

König keeps one arm extended like a barrier.

“…Beautiful,” he murmurs.

You watch him glow almost as much as the sparklers.

You’ve never seen him so peaceful.

House Makarov

Makarov oversees with calm precision.

“Observe first,” Makarov says quietly as your boys hovered around him.

Makarov stands close, hand steadying the youngest’s elbow.

No tension. No rush.

The 9- and 7-year-olds draw careful shapes. The 4-year-old a little afraid and holds his star with you.

“Good,” he says quietly.

When the youngest finally smiles, he nods—approval granted.

Nikolai's "This place was nice once. East and West rebuilt Verdansk after the Cold War." and Makarov's "East and West, side by side? A disgusting lie. I am here to show the truth."

much to think about estranged brothers...

Feeling cute, might use this in a fanfic later

Texting:

Ghost: You're such a piece of shit, Graves.

Makarov: You have the wrong number.

Ghost: Is this Phillip Graves?

Makarov: No, it’s Vladimir Makarov.

Ghost: My bad.

Ghost: You’re such a piece of shit, Makarov.

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