#CoD MW2

[luminni]

This is some shit Johnny would say, it just is I'm sorry.

Johnny hates your new boyfriend. It burns in his loins every time you come over and complain about something stupid the git said. So often that now when you take a particularly large sigh, he's immediately asking "fuckin' 'ell, what he do this time eh?"

It hurts even more when you gush about something "good" your boyfriend did, even when it's just the bare minimum. Yeah he open the door for you on a date? Did you know that Johnny would have lifted up the globe had you asked him? Do you have any idea the things he would do if you so much as asked? No you didn't, because he was fairly certain you only saw him as your good friend, as you had been for years.

And Jesus did it infuriate him when you "laughed" your boyfriend's pitiful excuses for a joke. It wasn't your real laughter, it was a kind of controlled giggle. Johnny knew a couple words from him could have you full on belly laughing, gripping onto the nearest surface (usually his arm) to steady yourself. The worst part of it was, the sorry excuse of a man that had wormed his way into your life looked so proud of himself when you gave that fake laugh. Johnny wanted to wipe that grin off his face so bad. But he behaved himself, for you...most of the time, but this is Johnny we're talking about, he's nothing if not petty.

He pretends to like your sorry excuse of a boyfriend in front of you so that you invite him on your dates because you hope they can be friends. Johnny just wants to ruin things

When you make food, Johnny is there. Reminding your boyfriend he would never be the first person to try your recipes.

"Added some pepper since las' time aye lass?"

He then proceeds to taste test form the same spoon as you, side eyeing your "man".

And when you do serve the food, he eats 10x more than he usually does which is saying a lot for him. Just has to mention how many calories he's been burning at the gym lately. Does your boyfriend work out? Oh he doesn't? Hm, interesting.

Also the king of flirty jokes but turns it to 100 when he's around your new boyfriend.

"Jesus, you eat like a horse"

"Aye 's not the only thing about me thas' like a horse"

All said with that shit eating grin he knows pisses your boyfriend off.

Johnny knows this "relationship" (he refuses to believe you actually like the tadger) isn't going to last long anyway. He's the only person who could ever make you truly happy. The only person you'd wait for at the airport every time he got back from deployment. The only person you'd text out of no where at 3am to tell him you were hungry. He just had to help you see it was all and scare off your pathetic partner. If he couldn't manage it, he knew a couple big scary guys that could follow him home at night.

[the-palelady]

cowboy!ghost that walks into the doctor’s tiny office right beside town hall just to see his favorite little nurse. he’s filthy, drenched in sweat from the sweltering summer heat, and caked up with dirt from herding cattle all morning and afternoon.

most might grimace at the grime that covers the few exposed parts of his skin. however, you skitter over to him as soon as you make sure one of your regular patients has everything they need before they go on their own way.

his palm finds the dip of your hip easily, falling there as if it's second nature.

"how was you're day, honey?"

you melt into the hand that holds your waist, practically purring at the sound of the nickname dripping from his lips like honey.

"this a new dress?" his hand is dipping lower, gently grabbing the fabric of your skirts and pinching them between his thumb and index.

you're so enamored by the way he looks right now. dirty maybe, but for some reason you can't peel your eyes away from him, at a loss for words. so you simply nod, a flush cascading along the apples of your cheeks.

"was made for ya, sweetheart."

his thumb and index find your chin, pinching it and craning your neck.

when his rough lips meet yours, everything fades to black. the sound of the doctor's approaching footsteps don't even scare you back into modesty, fingers fiddling with the shirt that's tucked into the waistband of his jeans.

simon's lips leave you with a dark chuckle. his forehead rests against yours as he lowers his voice, loud enough for only you to hear.

"now, now, doll. s'not the place for that. wait until we get home, hm? i'll take good care of ya."

[simonz-angel]

unmaskin’ THE simon riley.

your thumbs dip beneath the scratchy material, the skull print peeling and faded. and when your fingers meet the edge of his jaw, you feel a slight stubble, stomach rolling in a nauseating mix of anticipation and excitement.

“excited?” simon murmurs, his voice barely grazing the air with the way his balaclava muffles the gruff. his eyes are trained, staring down at you, fluttering down to your stretched lips ever so often.

“yeah,” you reply simply, softly meeting his energy. he can see the spark catching blaze in your eyes as you lift the mask over his thin, cracked lips. they part slightly, letting you peek in to see the red of his tongue and the dazzling crystals of his teeth.

and he smiles when you press a kiss to his lips, your eager hands pulling the balaclava up off his head. you can barely break away from the tight seal his lips form around yours, heart thudding and fluttering at the first look of this man.

his blonde hair lays disheveled from the mask, his eyebrows sit pulled down slightly, a pure look on his beautiful face. n there’s his eyes, a milky, dull brown, pupils flickering across your face, desperate to your every little reaction.

your fingers curl around his cheeks, nails dragging into the skin gently, you’re almost in a shock. so surprised yet so much further obsessed.

“god, simon you’re perfect,” you breathe, eyes trained on the hard, crooked bridge of his nose before they’re back down to his lips. you see his cheeks flush as you pull him to you, teeth taking hold of the pretty pink pillow of his lower lip, and he breathes out into your mouth, folding over for you.

not proofread lol kay bye bye

[chamomiletealeaf]

Thinking about having to share a bed with Simon and Johnny that would barely even fit just two of you because the safe-house only had one bed.

You're so shy and can't even bring up the elephant in the room when it comes time for bed and you're blushing so damn hard you can't look at them. So when you all walk into the bedroom with the barely queen sized bed...

"Uh, I can probably curl up at the bottom or something, or make a bed on the floor. I don't want you two to be uncomfortable." You say avoiding eye contact and playing with your hands.

Simon and Johnny look at each other and smirk knowing full well they're gonna have you sandwiched snugly between them tonight.

"Don't worry love we can make it work, it's just one night, we're all adults." Simon says, and you can hear the smugness in his voice.

"Yeah bonnie it's nothing. I'm sure we'll all be comfortable. Don't worry your pretty little head." Johnny reassures.

Not much later, you're there in your tiny pajama shorts and low cut long sleeve shirt you brought to sleep in, thinking you would be sleeping alone in a separate room and bed. Had you known you'd be sharing a bed with these two burly men you'd have brought something more... appropriate...

You're sandwiched between Simon and Johnny, ass pressed against Johnny's front and tits squished against Simon's chest. You shift around a little bit trying to get comfortable and apologize when you press your ass further into Johnny.

"Sorry Johnny." You mumble, face heating with embarrassment.

"It's alright lass, I'm quite comfortable. How 'bout you L.T.?" Johnny teases, squeezing your hip as he "adjusts" his hips too.

"Snug as a bug Johnny." He responds with a playful tone.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't soaking your panties right now. Even though you were embarrassed out of your mind, being smushed between Simon and Johnny was a dream come true. You try to hide your face in Simon's chest to go to sleep but the feeling of Johnny's thick cock pressing against your ass was just too much. And fuck, Simon's warm and big chest against your cheeks with his massive arms around you were driving you insane too.

They knew what they were doing too, because little did you know that Price set all of this up on purpose at the request of the two fuckers. Props to Gaz as well for suggesting a smaller bed to really get you between them.

You just wished you hadn't worn gray shorts, because the dark wet spot in them was becoming pretty obvious, and it wasn't long before Johnny and Simon finally took turns shoving their noses between your thighs to get a whiff 🥴

[skyrigel]

Y/n: Do you wanna come see a movie ?

Ghost: No.

Y/n: why ?

Ghost: Can't let the gang know I like you.

Y/n: ...

*shoves wedding ring in his face while stranddling his lap*

Y/n: We've been married for two years !

[unknown-human-person]

Cutesy

Konig x y/n

[gothghostiie]

5am and I'm thinking about getting finger fucked by price, sweating, drooling and crying in overstimulation, thick fingers curling inside your pussy against that sweet spot over and over again while his other hand is splayed across your abdomen, squeezing the flesh gently while pressing down harshly :(

"just one more, bird" he murmurs, eyes fixated on your pussy, beard already giving the soft skin of your thigh rugburn. youre shaking your head frantically, this is the third 'just one more' he's coaxing out of you. you can't even push him off or close your legs, his bulky frame is between your thighs and your hands are holding the sheets in a death grip to keep at least a little sanity. he smiles when you sob out with another trembling orgasm, his fingers only briefly slowing down before going at it again to get another 'just one more' out of you

[lanialania00]

After what happened with the Shadow company they no longer trust

[littlelunababi]

Simon being a dad pt. 2

[For those of you who wanted a second part to this ]

After the birth of your baby boy, he’d do his best to cut back on his time at work. He’d stop actively volunteering for missions and only go when assigned.

He’d be the one to wake up when he cried and go to him so you could sleep more. He’d gently bounce him in his arms after checking his diaper. He’d try to sing a lullaby in his gruff voice and to his surprise it would work.

He’d still hold the baby long after he fell asleep in his arms, sitting in the rocking chair and watching him sleep peacefully, his little bundle.

You’d wake to an empty bed and frown as you got up. You would go and pee before looking for Simon only to find him sleeping in the chair with your baby boy in his arms. You’d smile to yourself and take a picture before heading to make breakfast.

You’d hear him talking quietly to the baby as he woke up and began babbling as Simon got him ready for the day. He would kiss your head “mornin luvie” in his deep husky morning voice as he set the little baby in his high chair.

He’d hug you from behind as you made omelettes and he’d breathe in your scent. You’d find it a bit hard to maneuver with such a large man attached but honestly it was worse during the pregnancy.

You’d both sit and eat while you fed your little baby boy. Simon would sit back in his chair with his tea and watch his little family. His heart warm and full.

A feeling he’ll never ever forget.

[4agnar]

HOLLLYYY MOLLYYY

Keeping it tactical ✔️

[kiiraspawn]

wifey material

[nrdmssgs]

Masterlist

[the-real-logan-walker]

Nik sometimes shakes (gently, wouldn't want to hurt the lad) soaps head and says (affectionately) "there isn't anything in there."

Soap laughs and says no.

Price and Ghost find it adorably hilarious.

[chop-zulyzulyyy]

Soap the bomb specialist everybody 👏

threesome with Kyle and Johnny and you are reminded that Johnny is so smart he's stupid:

Soap: can I finish inside you

You: yeah I have an IUD

Soap: you got a bomb in your pussy?

Kyle: that's an IED you absolute clownshoe

...

Kyle: you are a demolitions specialist

[soleilapproves]

John Price never really understood your humor. But it was the same for most older people. Especially when it came to someone as detached from the internet as John. It was a good thing your boyfriend had you to keep him updated with whatever new ridiculous term or phrase was popular.

“I can’t hang out today–nature’s punishing me for not being pregnant.”

It started as a fleeting joke. Something you and your friends always said whenever it was that time of the month. It had been ingrained into your entire group’s vocabulary after years of use. Now, it was just a casual way of saying, ‘hey, I got my period.’

It was odd to him at first. Why would the trees care if you’re not pregnant? he asked with a confused face, prompting you to giggle and kiss his bearded cheek. Fifteen minutes later, the man was enlightened on why you were blaming nature–Mother Nature to be more specific. You expected him to forget about it afterwards (like he did with most slang), but what you didn’t expect was for him to take it seriously. Not in the way you thought at least.

You were expecting more care from him–tip-toeing when you were sleeping, not cooking meat while you felt nauseous, and buying ample sweets and unhealthy snacks for you to munch on while crying over silly romcoms.

But instead, you received more sensual touches and lingering stares at your lower abdomen. You’d often have to push him away from your sore and tender breasts. “You wouldn’t be so uncomfortable if you were pregnant, you know,” he’d often joke, making you choke or spit out whatever was in your mouth. He’d massage your back and take small breaks to palm himself as he imagined you requesting a massage because your belly had been feeling too heavy lately.

It was all too much. Too surprising. The two of you had never spoken about children, yet you felt like you had unlocked a different side of him. A side that was hidden away for your safety because now, the man was convinced that you needed to be with his child to satisfy Mother Nature.

“I don’t think we should disrespect Mother Nature like that. Don’t you agree, love?” he mumbled into your ear as he parted your legs with his big, rough hands. “I don’t wanna see you in pain. You’ve been punished enough.” He kisses your neck with fervent need–a deep and dark desire to fill you with his seed. You sluggishly try to push his shoulder to get him to stop leaning over you. “John–”

But the man’s strength prevents him from budging an inch. “Shh, none of that. You’ll take everything I give you,” he says as his cock nudges your entrance.