#CoD smut

[bunnibombz]

The thought I was having...

"She can take it, don't let her whining fool you Ghost" John said, taking a drag off his freshly lit cigar as he sits back in his chair.

"Can't be runnin' away from me now," Simon gruffed, gripping your hips to hold you in place as he sank in deeper.

What had started out as a little joke between you and John after a drunken comment you made one night about wanting Simon to "stretch you out" had quickly evolved into John bringing his soldier into your bedroom on one condition. He got to watch.

Your fingers pulled at the sheets as Simon bottomed out, a rough groan dragged from his chest as you squeezed around him.

Fucking his thick, throbbing cock into your tight pussy had been no easy task despite how wet you were, and now that you were pulsing all snug around him and crying his name as you clawed the bed he didn't think he could ever pull out.

"That's it lovie, take a deep breath" He praised, pressing a warm hand against your spine to sink your chest lower to the bed as you moaned at the absolutely sinful angle he had you held in, "such a pretty bird Price, wanna keep her for myself".

"No can do Ghost," John replied with a chuckle as he adjusted himself through his pants. The sounds of your pleasure bringing a hot flush to his face, "she's got a ring on her finger for a reason".

[simonz-angel]

jackin off nerdy!loser!college partner simon riley

his pen falls, fingers going limp as your lips press against his. he’s soft, pliable beneath your fingertips, arching into your every feathery touch, panting into your mouth messily.

your notebooks lay open and abandoned, paper ticking softly with the chill of wind that passes through the open window. and simon’s chin hitches, tongue pressing and threading around yours sloppily, inexperiencedly.

and when you’re fingertips dip beneath the thin material of his stretchy joggers, he’s gasping in a broken moan, the angry tip of his cock leaking in a pearly mess of precum.

“you’re mine, simon,” you breathe into the open shell of his mouth, tongue swiping his bottom lip, tasting him up on your tongue. your fingertips disappear into the scratchy, sandy curls that frame his pretty cock, hand fisting up around him so suddenly he chokes. “say it.”

his big brown eyes peer up at you dizzily, a haze blurring his usual intense stare. he’s panting, hair disheveled, glasses cocked crooked over the bridge of his nose. “i-i’m yours, i’m yours, yes..”

he’s whining, hips reeling up off the floor as you wrist flicks, pulling the skin of his cock taut before you’re smoothing your hand back down. you watched over him, free hand digging up into the short of his blonde hair, pulling his drooping head back to get a real look at him.

you’d must admit, he was a pretty, pretty boy. the dripping honey of his eyes encapsulated with his sparkling blonde lashes, crooked nose dented in on the sides with his glasses, his pretty pink lips lathered in a lewd mixture of your saliva. and he panted hot, open-mouthed against your face, staring up at you with some dumbed down look.

“when you ace me through this semester, baby, you’ll get the real thing, ‘kay?” you pout down at him, bringing one of his hands beneath your skirt. n when his fingertips skim over the wet fabric of your panties, your desperate pussy clenches, stomach rolling with his hesitant touches. “until then… “

[angelovi]

simon that just needs his frustrations taken out on his baby girl.

he storms into the house, slamming the front door behind him, not even bothering to take off his gear.

his steps are hurried and unsteady as he makes his way to where he knows you’ll be—the bedroom you two share every night. bursting in, his harsh demeanor falters, his gaze softening as he takes in your peaceful, angelic expression.

without wasting another moment, he gently guides you onto the bed, his hands tender as they cradle your soft cheeks.

"pants off. now."

you move quickly at his command, slipping off your pants and leaving yourself in just his oversized t-shirt and the delicate pink lace panties he had given you as a gift on your last birthday.

"oh, such a sweet girl..."

"arms up," he instructs

he slides your shirt off, revealing your skin marked with love bites from previous nights.

"so fuckin' beautiful. look at these pretty tits."

his lips trail over the soft curves of your chest, leaving gentle kisses, while his hand moves to caress and tease the other.

"you wear these panties just for me baby? i know they're your favorite."

he kisses his way down your torso, avoiding where you need him most and he knows it, and a smirk grazes his face.

"simon please..."

"use your words baby. be a big girl yeah?"

You quickly yield to the request, your voice dropping to a low, urgent whisper as a sense of desperation fills your words.

"fuck me simon."

"atta girl."

without a second thought he shoves you down further into the sheets, quickly unbuckling his pants and slipping himself inside you, too rushed to take off any more clothing.

"god you're so fuckin' tight."

he rams his hips into you, showing no mercy, only set on one goal: fucking you dumb.

"you'd be so pretty when you're round with my kids yeah? you up for that mama?"

You offer a quiet nod, your throat tightening as the weight of unspoken words hangs heavily in the air. The silence envelops you, and you choose to hold back, your lips sealed in uncertainty as you wrestle with the urge to say something, anything.

He can feel the way you grip him, a delightful tension building between you both, as anticipation courses through the air. It’s a familiar sign, one that tells him you're moments away from a culmination that has been building.

"cum for me princess. let me feel you."

simon shoves two fingers in your mouth to silence you, not wanting another complaint from the neighbors.

with a muffled moan, you let go, feeling pleasure take over every fiber of your body.

shortly after, he empties himself inside of you, ensuring that it sticks and you finally give him the kid you two have been dreaming of.

“i am so incredibly proud of you, my love. You truly are nothing short of perfect in every way.”

you feel his soft, warm lips kiss your forehead before you're lulled to sleep by his touch.

another basic story lol i need suggestions

[frankocaenlover]

Yearning to kiss fwb!Ghost’s lips, but he doesn’t take his mask off around you.

You’re not very subtle with your staring, unapologetically gazing at where his lips would be, admiring the protruding of his plush lips on the fabric of his balaclava. You imagine how they’d feel on your lips. On your body.

Would they be soft or chapped? You’re not sure, but you desperately want to find out.

Simon notices — again, you’re not very subtle. However, he finds the ordeal amusing. He doesn’t purposefully hide the lower half of his face around you, but ever since he saw the neediness in your eye for a taste of him, he can’t help but tease you a bit.

When he finally has you on your back, his cock moving in and out of your wet cunt all you can do is stare at his parted lips, only the thing fabric of his mask preventing you from kissing him.

It’s like routine when you two fuck. You’re both still partially clothed. Your cargo pants and underwear are on the floor somewhere while his pants and boxers are pulled down mid-thigh, the material stained with your juices as he thrusts into you. Your nails dig into his back causing him to groan loudly, pressing further into you. His face is even closer to yours. The position is oddly romantic for fuck buddies.

He’s drenched with sweat, his black tee clinging to his toned body. With half-lidded eyes, you focus on his face despite it being hidden beneath his mask. You admire his gorgeous eyes as he attempts to keep them open, occasionally rolling into the back of his head when you clench around him.

Simon’s mouth is ajar as he lets out loud groans, his lips straining against the fabric. Impulsively, you grab the back of his head, bunching up the mask in your palms as you press your lips to his.

He’s startled by the sudden gesture, his fingers digging into your hips. Your nose bumping into his as he tilts his head to kiss you harder. The cotton is soft on your lips, and drenched as you press your tongue on it, attempting to taste Simon, instead tasting tobacco clinging to the fabric.

He moans into your mouth when you come undone, your velvety walls spasming around his hard cock. Your eyes flutter close, whimpering as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Simon decides to put you out of your misery, pulling back to lift his mask up so the lower half of his face is exposed. His other hand grasps your cheeks to ensure you’re focused on him. His lips were revealed — kiss swollen, and covered in your shared saliva.

He leans down and kisses you properly, his hips thrusting into you. The feeling of his lips pressed to yours is overwhelming. You cup his jaw, the stubble on his face tickling your palm. You finally get to fucking taste him, and you think it’s just as addictive as the cigarettes he smokes.

When he comes, his lips are still pressed to yours, swallowing your whines as he fills you up.

[godineedtoread]

y'all I had THOUGHTS

So- we know Simon has like a really deep voice right ? and also the fact that he never shows his face. so-

can you imagine him being one of those nsfw audio creators ?? do you see what I see ?

His masked face as the profile picture, the sexy deep british accent. That gruff voice of his saying such explicitly suggestive things..

It'll probably take like- a month or something before his fame spreads like wildfire, thanks to his military soldier x nurse audio, driving people insane. comments section filled with varying degrees of horny comments on his deep gruff voice.

He quickly became the internet hot topic, paired with the fact that there's hardly any information about him given out except his alias- Ghost, it was only natural that people became more and more attracted towards him. (because when have we liked men showing their faces 😭)

His popularity only rose higher, and so he takes the financially beneficial step, he makes a patreon. Having these special steamy phone conversation lucky draw for his highest paying members each month. "You're so cute you know ?" "You're my pretty girl" "Fuck, you're mine you hear me ?"

It was work for Simon, nothing exciting most of the time. He gave them a good time and he got his money in return. And it PAID for sure, 100+ members for his highest tier alone.

But this time..it so happens to be you. He didn't much of it as usual, well, at least until he heard your pretty voice greet him through the phone. His heart skipped a little, hearing your sweet earnest voice talking into his ear. How, he could hear you blush. You were just too cute, too good.

So he offers to guide you through your orgasm, a special feature added only for this month (totally not because his own dick was getting hard thanks to you) and you of course eagerly agree, who wouldn't ? "Are you close baby ?"

He whispers in his signature sultry voice, holding the phone with one hand while the other languidly strokes his growing bulge. "y-yes, so close", you whimper into the phone rubbing yourself with increasing pace. "Yeah ? You're gonna be a good girl and cum for me ?" His says, breath hitching as he feels himself getting close. He hears you moan his alias, wishing he could just tell you- call me simon luvie. But he can't risk exposing himself. So he just settles for you sweet whispers "Ghost I'm cumming !"

As you finally get over from your high, you thank him profusely for his 'surprise' service, unaware of the fact that you just gave him a surprise service too. He regains his composure getting back to you with a, "I'm glad you enjoyed it", because he sure did. "So would you be interested in a special video call service lucky draw next time ?"

safe to say, the draw was rigged. ;)

[stargirl-mo]

SOOOOOO imma need that thank you 😚🫶🏾🙏🏾

simon 'ghost' riley with a dick piercing!

✎ | dick piercing. gn!reader, but the reader has female genitals. overstimulation at the end! a shitty proof read... heh.

✎ | happy new year!!!

simon got his dick pierced long before you two met, and honestly, when you two first had sex, you weren't shocked at all when you saw the piercing in his tip. you were more shocked at how good it felt. you figured that it would be more painful than pleasurable and that all the girls online who talked about how good it felt when they were getting fucked by a guy with a dick piercing were just straight up talking bullshit.

but boy, were you wrong.

he was gentle, at first, to say least. he teased you for a bit – rubbing his cock up and down your folds, causing you to let out a mewl from the pleasure everytime time his smooth, cold piercings nudges against your clit. in reality though, he was tryna get you nice and wet for you to take his cock. he didn't want it to hurt, considering his ridiculous cock size.

when he switched positions, bending you over and then slowly sinked his length inside of you, you swear you were seeing stars. you begging him was worth it. his cock stretched you deliciously and when his tip finally kissed your cervix. that's when realised how good dick piercings actually feel. the piercing pressed against your g-spot. the smooth metal rubbing against it perfectly.

fuck, you were screaming for him and he just started.

when he started to move, your mind went numb. all you could feel and think about is how his cock was dragging in and out of you. he picked the pace where it was slow but he made sure to fuck his cock deep into you. he chose to go slow so you could feel every detail of his cock inside of you.

you could've sworn you were beginning to drool. your pussy was already clenching hard around him. no fucking way. you were already close? he took notice of how trembled. he guessed you were close so he decided to move one of his hands of your waist to snake around to play with the little nub that hid behind your soaked folds.

the dual sensation of his cock and his fingers rubbing at your clit was enough to make you cum. your pussy clamping down on him like a vice and your pussy coating his cock with your clear fluids.

he wasn't done though. he needed to cum and he was close too! your pussy felt like fucking heaven. his eyes follow down to the white ring that formed at the base of his cock. he groaned at that. his thumb swiped your clit faster and faster. he was too pussy drunk to even here your cries about you being too sensitive and for him to slow down.

your clench of your pussy and the sight of it taking his cock so well was enough to cum, flooding your pussy with his cum before pulling out with a lewd squelch...

[codnasties]

cod characters masked men 🧼👻🧢🚬🗡🪦 (🌽 link)

soap & ghost 👻🧼 - spit roasted

soap and ghost like to share with each other. and they are so in tune with the other it's crazy. so when an idea of sharing a lass pops up, they just have to share a glance. their usual clothing represented in the way they showed up at your house that day: ghost in his long sleeved shirts, barely a sliver of skin showing, and soap in one of those slutty shits of his, showing his thick forearms. except this time, they were masked. soap calls dibs on your mouth, getting to slap his cock against your wet tongue before pushing himself into your mouth. meanwhile, ghost gets to finger your pussy, getting you ready to fit that bid cock of his.

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gaz 🧢 - on every surface

when gaz fucks you, he's going to make sure to do it in every possible position and at every possible speed. from shorter, faster thrusts, seeking his of orgasm, to slower but deeper and harsher ones, making sure that you can feel all of him inside of you and how deep inside he is. making you suck his dick, cleaning your and his cum out of his dick, before some backshots that make him cum all over your reddened ass. and you best believe he's going to make sure to fuck you over every single surface in the house until all of them are christened by a mix of your juices and his cum.

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price 🚬 - fingering

price ripping your panties out with just his hands, getting your pretty pussy all bare and already glistening with arousal. pushing them into your mouth, making a makeshift gag out of them as he fingers you. pushing your legs apart with his own legs and slowly sliding one of his meaty digits into your weeping cunt. but one isn't enough, so he slowly adds another one. his other hand tightly around your neck as he pulls his now slick covered fingers out of you and starts to rub your sensitive clit. the sweet sounds he's pulling out of you muffled by the knickers shoved in your mouth.

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konig 🗡 - jerked off

wearing a mask is an inherent part of konig. it took some time for him to finally feel comfortable without it around you. but he sometimes still wears one, may that be his old tee or a ghost face mask. but having his face hidden is not going to hide the pleasure as he's sat between your thighs. moans leaving his mouth, throwing his head back and unable to keep his hips still as you jerk him off. one of your hands snaking around his torso to play with his dick , running yojr hand up and down his thick aching hard cock, and palming his balls. his hands, unable to not try and touch you in any way.

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graves 🪦 - the manhandler

graves #1 manhandler. he for sure is going to use the fact that you are smaller and that he's much stronger than you to his advantage. you may think he's going to slide a hand up your body until it reaches your throat, feeling you all over and grabbing you and making you arch against him. no, he's going to grab you by the waist and flip you over in a simple motion so you can look him in the eyes as he pushes his rock hard cock back into you and fucks you, hands tightly around your neck, making you extra sensitive and even more turned on that what you were with that stunt he just pulled.

[lushrue]

dinner party (nsfw)

ghoap x fem!reader

cw: oral (m and f receiving), dubcon (sort of?), voyeurism, dom ghost

it was supposed to be a normal dinner party.

by all accounts, it had been up to this point. it wasn’t unusual for your husband to invite the men he worked with over for dinner, especially johnny. the man lives alone, he’d said, least I can do is give ‘em a nice home-cooked meal every once in a while. you always pulled out the stops, cooking something bordering on gourmet that the mess halls couldn’t even hope to replicate. tonight, it had been grilled salmon with wild rice and roasted asparagus.

conversation over dinner was normal, aided by the wine and whiskey loosening everyone’s lips. you’re far more sociable than simon is, but that doesn't take much, so the alcohol kept the words flowing freely. it wasn’t until after dinner that things started to shift.

the three of you settled in the living room with your respective spirits, wrapping up the night with friendly conversation over light dessert. you moved to your usual spot in the armchair beside the bookshelf, but the sound of simon clicking his tongue at you stopped you in your tracks. he was sat in his own chair nearest the sofa, legs spread like a king on his throne. you couldn’t quite keep your eyes from wandering, admiring the way his jeans clung to his thighs. he met your gaze, the corner of his lips quirked up in a mischievous smirk. he patted his thigh and you felt embarrassment burn your cheeks.

you glanced over to johnny, as if to remind simon that you had company, but he didn’t seem to care. his dark eyes stayed fixed on you, silence falling over the room as johnny’s gaze followed his lieutenant’s. simon cocked his head, a gesture that you recognized as obey or else. you didn’t feel like testing the waters tonight, so you padded over to him, perching yourself on his thigh.

your husband’s arm snaked around your waist as you swirled your wine in your glass, staring at the whirlpool it created to distract you from the way johnny was eyeing you. simon had pulled you onto his lap for a reason, and part of you wondered if it wasn’t entirely selfish motivation that had you positioned here. simon’s hand stroked over the crushed velvet of the dress he’d insisted you wear, sliding down to grip your ass occasionally when you got too fidgety.

conversation gradually turned to their work, so you tuned them out. it wasn’t that you weren’t interested; most of it just flew over your head. it gave you time to focus on the way your husband was feeling you up. his hand never stayed in one place too long, sliding from your shoulder to your spine to the nape of your neck and down. it made shivers run down your spine, goosebumps rising on your arms and legs the longer it continued. despite your squirming, you managed to stay ladylike, a metaphorical aspirin between your knees as the two men talked.

“so, how’s y’r sex life?” simon asked, which snapped you back to attention. johnny seemed just as bewildered as you did at the question, his cheeks flushed scarlet beneath the stubble. you nudged simon’s shoulder, shaking your head at him. “simon, that’s not polite,” you said, but he didn’t pay you any mind. he was too busy watching johnny fluster and scramble to find his words. “l.t., I-” he started, but simon held up a hand to stop him. “nah, don’ play dumb with me, lad. heard ya jus’ the other day in the rec room. talkin’ about how ya haven’t had a good shag in months, somethin’ like tha’.”

you were just as embarrassed as johnny was now. you knew simon wasn’t the most tactful of men, but this was a whole other level. johnny stuttered around his words, trying to find some kind of reply that was appropriate for the situation. nothing would be appropriate for this situation, you thought. simon just chuckled, his hand rubbing the plush cheek of your ass. “look how flustered ‘e is, lovie,” he said to you, finally giving you his full attention. “poor man, doesn’ have a good bird like I do. no one to cook ‘im a nice dinner and keep ‘is cock wet.”

as flustered as you were, the words sent a jolt straight to your core. taking care of your husband was a sense of pride for you. you got a primal satisfaction out of sinking to your knees and sucking him dry after he’d had a hard day. it meant the world to you when his shoulders sagged and released the burden that he’d been carrying, all at your hands. you shifted on his lap, pressing your thighs together to get some relieving friction.

simon looked back at johnny, who seemed just as affected. he had his hands clasped over his lap, his gaze cast down at the throw rug like it was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. “ya wanna know wha’ it’s like, sergeant?” simon asked, his voice dropping into a register only you got to hear. “wanna feel my sweet, pretty dove wrapped aroun’ ya?” johnny jolted like he’d been shocked with a prod, wide blue eyes looking up at his commanding officer. there was bewilderment there, you noticed. clearly, he hadn’t been expecting this. but behind the surprise, there was something more carnal. he looked hungry, like a mutt begging for scraps from the table.

your husband placed a firm hand on your back, taking the wine glass from your hands and coaxing you to stand. “g’won, lovie. on your knees for our bashful lad, hmm?” simon’s choice of words struck you. our. this was for both of you, not just simon. the two of you had discussed the idea of a threesome once, but it felt like a pipe dream then. you’d expressed interest, never really expecting simon to share but confessing your fantasy all the same. and now, here it was. Happening.

you did as you were told, kneeling in front of the sofa where johnny was. from this angle, you could see how harshly his chest was rising and falling, his breath quick and uncertain. it brought you a strange sense of satisfaction that you could fluster a special ops soldier so easily. you sat there expectantly, but johnny didn’t move. he just stared at you, almost the same way he’d stared at his dinner plate before digging in. his eyes traced the contours of your body, over your shoulders and down to your full chest, over your breasts and down to the plush of your stomach and thighs where they pressed against your dress.

“starin’ won’ make ‘er cum, johnny,” simon quipped. you drew in a sharp breath, glancing back over your shoulder at your husband. he clicked his tongue again, motioning back towards johnny. “ah-ah, keep your eyes on ‘im, precious. he needs y’r attention more’n I do.” you looked back up at johnny dutifully, your lips parting slightly as you waited for him to do something, anything. the fabric of the rug was biting into your knees, making you a tad uncomfortable. “she’s yer wife, simon, I cannae jus’-” “you can an’ you will,” simon interrupted. “the only way she gets any pleasure tonigh’ is by your hand, an’ I don’t let my wife go to bed unsatisfied.” you let out a whine at that, the stakes so much higher now that you knew the terms. johnny just had to touch you.

“steamin’ jesus,” the Scot cursed under his breath, your whine sending a spark of pleasure between his legs. he’d never heard a woman make that sound before, especially not at the prospect of being pleased by him. “i can touch ‘er?” he asked, but he didn’t look at simon for an answer. his stare was more intense, sizing you up, deciding which piece of you would be most juicy to sink his teeth into. simon hummed in amusement. “unless y’r bloody telekinetic, s’pose ya have to, don’ ya?” simon responded, shifting in his chair. you heard the zipper of his jeans go down and it was almost painful that you couldn’t look at him.

johnny reached forward, taking your chin in his thumb and forefinger. he stroked his thumb along your jaw, shuddering on his exhale. “y’r so soft,” he breathed out, marvelling at the beauty of you on your knees. you lean your head into his touch, following the pulls and pushes of his hand as he inspects you. “such a bonnie bird,” he cooed, spreading his legs and pulling you in closer to him. you shuffle forward, settling yourself more squarely between his knees.

“simon says ya suck cock like a dream. is he righ’?” johnny asked. you nod, leaning forward to mouth at his crotch through his jeans. you could feel how hard he was already from barely having touched you. instead of focusing on the fact that simon was going around blabbing about your blowjob skills, you chose to take in as much of johnny’s musk as you could through his pants. you couldn’t quite smell him, but there was the barest hint of his body wash peeking through.

simon had started stroking himself to the sight of both of you, the wet shlick reaching your ears and emboldening you. knowing that your husband was enjoying this ignited a fire that started in your core and spread through your veins. johnny got the same motivation, locking eyes with simon for only a moment before shoving his jeans and boxers down. you gasp at the suddenness of it, placing your hands on his bare thighs to steady yourself. before you can fully get your bearings, johnny grabs the back of your head and shoves you down.

he’s not as long as simon, but he’s certainly thicker. he fills your mouth almost instantly, your cheeks aching a little with the stretch. you and johnny moan in unison, your eyes fluttering shut as johnny’s hand balls up in your hair. simon chuckles behind you, his hand tightening around himself. “tha’s it, lad. fuck ‘er mouth good, she likes it a bit rough.”

johnny’s hips start thrusting, the ruddy tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. tears bead up in the corners of your eyes, whimpers and moans giving johnny some vibration as he fucks your throat. you applauded yourself for the decision not to wear mascara; cleaning the tears and spit from your face would be difficult enough. saliva dribbled down johnny’s length, wetting your lips as you hollowed your cheeks. the salt of him coated your tongue, precum leaking down your throat. above you, johnny was grunting and groaning like a rutting bull, thrusting into your mouth with abandon. “how’s my girl feel, johnny?” simon asked, his voice sounding strained. hearing just how affected they both were had your pussy dripping with arousal. “fuck, si, she’s…ah, so warm. fuckin’ milkin’ me.”

your tongue traced the protruding vein on the underside of johnny’s cock, delighting in the shudder you earned from him. it didn’t take long after that for him to finish down your throat. you swallowed every drop, taking in everything he offered. he was more bitter than simon, but you enjoyed it all the same. you pulled your mouth off of johnny’s cock with a wet pop, peeking up at him with heavy lidded eyes. the man you saw was not the man who’d sat across from you at dinner. he looked downright feral, grabbing you like a man possessed. he pulled you up from the floor, laying you out on the sofa and tugging your underwear down.

before johnny tossed them away, he held them to his nose, drinking in the smell of you. he groaned, balling the fabric up in his fists. “y’r bird smells like heav’n, l.t.,” he rasped, dropping the panties and fixing his wild gaze back on you. “bet she tastes even better.” without any further warning, he dipped his head between your thighs, thick tongue lapping up the moisture from your cunt. you squealed in surprise, throwing your head back against the cushions. simon bit back a curse behind his hand, watching his best friend devour his wife like his last meal. the mere thought was enough to make him spill all over his hand and stomach, his release silent so as not to distract johnny.

you didn’t think anything could. your thighs clamped around his head to keep him in place, but it was hardly necessary. even the rapture couldn’t pull him away from your pussy and the nectar that dripped from it. as much as you enjoyed the feeling, johnny wasn’t as coordinated as simon was. his tongue was wild, moving for his pleasure rather than yours. 

you twitched and moaned when he would happen to graze your clit, hoping that he’d get the hint, but he never did. there was no technique, no purpose. johnny came up for air, hazy eyes meeting yours. he was pussy-drunk, your juices shining on his lips and chin. he nosed at the inside of your plush thigh, sinking his teeth into the fat there. it stung and your back arched, reaching down to push his head away. the sting wasn’t pleasurable, not compared to his tongue against your cunt.

the moment simon caught the resistance from you, he was on his feet, yanking johnny back by his mohawk. the Scot gasped, back arching as simon held his hair tight in his fist. “easy, mutt,” simon growled in johnny’s ear, pushing his head down to look at you. “tha’s my girl, and y’r gonna treat ‘er with the respect she deserves. not some blushin’ virgin tha’s never had a woman, are ya?” johnny huffed, taking the question as an insult to his manhood. “‘course not,” he said, voice tense and strained. simon shook johnny’s head, then released his hair. “didn’ think so. remember y’r place, treat ‘er right.”

the scolding from simon had leveled johnny, forced him to slow down and think with his brain and not his cock. you twitched and whined as he paid more attention to your aching clit, swollen and puffy with desire. your hips bucked against your will, pressing against johnny’s tongue harder. 

finally, his tongue pushed inside you, caressing your walls. you clenched around him, tension building in your lower stomach. “don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop!” you begged, chest heaving. simon appeared at your side, stroking your hair. his gaze was soft, admiring, a welcome contrast to johnny’s. “cum on his tongue, love. he’s been waitin’ for it, not gonna stop ‘til he gets it.” those words were all it took to push you over the edge, shuddering and whining as johnny licked you through your orgasm.

you felt floaty after, the pleasure of having your husband’s best friend eat you out while your husband watched going straight to your head. there were cooed praises and kisses to your cheeks, but you weren’t entirely sure who they came from. hushed words were exchanged at your feet, then johnny was zipping himself up and kissing you goodbye. simon wrapped you in your favorite fuzzy blanket, the gentle sway of his gait soothing you as he carried you to the bedroom. once he’d laid you on the bed, he started to leave, but your soft hum and hand on his arm stopped him. “si? can we do that again?” you asked, voice soft and wrecked.

simon just chuckled, brushing your hair away from your face. “don’ you worry, lovie. he’s comin’ back for dinner next week.”

[konigsbitch]

bimbo!reader meaning to give a quick blowjob and leave, Konig immediately tries to put it in her?

konigs groans of pleasure were making your insides feel tingly, resulting in your thighs clenching together. konigs hand was holding in your in a ponytail as he fucked your mouth with his fat cock. you felt tears roll down your red cheeks as you struggle to take him all in your mouth but you shouldn't complain, you wanted this

Konigs abdomen tensed and he held still as he neared his release, thick ropes of cum shooting in your throat, and you swallowed it all like a good girl. his good girl

you got up, reaching for your clothes which you were sure were discharged somewhere in the room. when suddenly, two large hands grabbed you by your waist from behind. he turned your around and pushed you down on the bed, pinning you down

"you thought you could leave me, liebling (darling)? you thought you could leave after you just sucked my cock? no liebe (love), i'm not done with you yet"

you couldn't suppress the grin that was slowly making its way on your face. you sighed, dreaming of tonight, the night you'll scream his name like crazy and be his good girl once more

[goaskangel]

helping an overworked john price !

you knew how busy john price could get at the base, especially if he’s stuck in his office with a crippling stacks of paperwork. so you took it as your responsibility, even as the captain’s girlfriend, to let him finish his work up with any distractions or interruptions, and god knows that man can get worked up. like a puppy, you’d stand outside his door, guarding it. maybe leaving your post for a quick coffee run to the lunch room and returning it back inside to his desk, you give each other a quick smile or nod. later you’d walk around the camp, accepting any errand from team members just to keep yourself occupied. 

the next time you gently close his door from the inside and ask him if he’d like another cup. 

“no, that’s alright.” his voice so deep that he clears his throat, most likely from the long period of muteness. you walk towards him and grin when you make contact with him, he sits up in his seat just a little, signaling for a peck. you kiss him and feel him get up casually. 

“don’t go jus’ yet, love.” 

you nod, even when he’s walking away to a file cabinet, his strong back facing you. you hop onto the empty space of his desk and kick your feet gently. john’s hands are warm when he cups your cheeks. you blush at the impact and feel his words go straight to your core, “miss lookin’ at this pretty face. been so busy, i ain’t have the time to see ya.” you giggle and paw at his chest when his beard scratches your face as he kisses you for longer. 

“needa break, birdie.” he mumbles between his kisses, he starts to toy with the various straps of your bra and tank top. you lean back according to his sudden eagerness, supporting yourself whilst his bigger body stands between your dangling legs. as if he’s inhaling you, he only stops smothering you with his love when you pull away for some air. “want it, john.” you find yourself almost moaning out when his large hands come to grasp your thighs, keeping your legs spread at his waist. 

“bad girl. tryna get a working man to submit to your neediness. mm, you’re lucky i’m willing.” he places a kiss on your shoulder before digging his fingers to the band of your shorts. he’s dragged your lower half to complete nudity while he tosses his shirt to his chair. the heat in the entire base almost unbearable, but you thank it for the sight of seeing john’s unshorn body glistening. his strong muscled arms much sexier unconfined to even a compression top. your bare cunt throbbing at the sight. 

“baby,” you call as he unbuckles his tight belt, “i didn’t lock the door.”

“ah, yes. but ‘ts all apart the thrill, love.” unzipping his loose jeans, “bet ya won’t remember the lock very well after i’m done with you.” you wanna slap the smirk off his mouth but your fingers dig into the wood desk when he slips his leaking tip against your sex. gathering that wetness, he smears it against his stiff length. john holds your legs against and prods at your very welcoming body before slipping in, slowly. 

“sh sh, gonna need ya to focus on not makin’ a peep, ‘kay love?” you would’ve stayed quiet regardless if his sweet honeyed voice had told you so, but god was it hard to. 

his large, uncut cock seems to force its path into your tight heat. you felt full even at halfway. the stretch burning exactly how you needed it, you don’t mind if the bite you have on your lip starts to bleed. 

he damn near growls through his barred teeth, “fuckin’ hell…” he holds his grip on your chubby thighs and bottoms out inside you. he wastes no time, quickening his pace, leaving your sweet pussy halfway just to return all the way back inside. you nod at the impact and start to shift and move your hips down to meet him. the deep, quiet groans and moans he lets out make you clench impossibly. 

after a good set of thrusts, he pulls out, letting your leg go to squeeze at the base of his cock. a thick amount of pre pours from your stretched cunt along with your own arousal, you gawk at the mess as you continue to leak down onto the floor, your shaking leg writhing at price’s side for his support. “what a sight, huh?” his very much hearted pupils watch the scene unfold upon him. he grabs your leg and shoves his way back inside of you, you hum at the needed fill. 

his voice is just above a whisper, “gonna be good for me and let me fill ‘er up?” it’s insane how quickly you nod. 

“yeah…pump this pretty cunt, mhm.” he takes a couple of good strokes before pressing flushed against your lower thighs, releasing his love out in you. you’d thank him immediately if your own orgasm didn’t crash down onto you, letting a pained, loud whine. but he can’t just stop there, he pulls his half-hard on out and teases your sensitive body. pushing his load by the tip back into you. cooing at how well you stay pliable and open for him. “so good…yep…my perfect girl, yes you are…” how couldn’t he love you, you just take such good care of him!

[monsterslikemango]

How I headcannon the cod characters would dress off duty

John Price

Granola Dad aesthetic

Carhartt & Patagonia 

Baseball hats & beanies heaven

mostly wears boots and hiking shoes but has a pair of Birkenstocks Gaz bought him.

Wears a very nice tactical watch 

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Rich London private school

I headcannon Gaz was raised in a wealthy family — old money yet his dad had a good job to which only added to it. (Probably a judge — would explain where he got his very strong sense of justice from)

Really is just a pretty boy

Old money style, new money shoes

Definitely smells super good! Think Vanilla Sex or Tobacco Vanille by Tom Ford

Gold jewelry — usually small chain and gold watch

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Let me get this out of the way — he still dresses like he’s in high school just a little bit more organized now

Loves to be comfortable — baggy jeans, jackets, hoodies.

Lots of white t-shirts basically wears them with everything, same with white shoes but he can’t keep the shoes clean to save his life

Bought a pair of air forces, they were dirty in a week

Wears a fair amount of jewelry — silver

Never leaves the house with out his cross or medal of Saint Gabriel (he grew up Catholic)

Simon “Ghost” Riley

The girls know what’s coming

Biker

Definitely can dress nice if he tries but is more than likely wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans, and a hat

Keeps his head down — tends to always wear a hat in public but avoids masks as not to draw attention to him self — doesn’t matter cause he’s probably wearing his helmet anyway

Spends most of his off time in the gym — grey sweats and a black tee

Not really a jewelry person

Belts <3

Phillip Graves

Country boy through and through

Nothing else to say here

Definitely smells good though — think Dior Homme

[call-of-daydreams]

Y/n: Can I tie a ribbon around your bicep

Ghost: Can I say no?

Y/n: No.

Ghost: Alright... make it pretty.

[hoodiepandaninja16]

Oh how the tables have turned.

You ain’t even gotta try to give König stockholm syndrome because man will do it to HIMSELF. Like, kidnap him and he’s already in love. You leave him alone in your basement for 2.5 seconds and come back to him fully naked, rock hard, and still in his handcuffs while he gushes about how depraved you are, a pervert who is going to force him to cum inside you and keep him as a sex slave.

[jive-buggy]

Incel! Soap

warnings: Incel behavior

A/N: theres like a 9/10 chance im expanding on this, im just stinky at writing. anyway as always Reqs are open, so drop em!! :3

Soap whos wayyyyyyyyy to freaky and gets no women because of it.

He'd be sitting in bed late at night, fisting his dick into a soft cotton sock as he scrolled threw the newest photos his favorite Twitter girl (you), posted, his eyes locked not on the panties on your body, no, but a pair of cotton underwear from one of those 8 packs hanging out of your laundry basket that happened to make it in the back of your pictures. Soap would zoom in and then get a nasty idea, he went into your Twitter DMs and requested the panties in the back.

Soapstaysslick: Hey bonnie, ill pay pal ya 100 for the knickers in the back, the ones with the stripes

When you read the message you were confused and mildly perplexed, those weren't hot underwear by any means, old, stained from being on your period and just overall should probably just be thrown out, and trust you let him know that they were stained and gross and of course like the freak he is responded.

Soapstaysslick: Perfect.

So you complied with his request, deciding to be nice and add a couple polaroid of you wearing the underwear before you mailed them to him. When he received the panties he'd open the package, shove his nose in the bubble mailer and deeply inhale, before he even pulls the panties out. When reaches in he finds the polaroids and isn't super interested just yet because he's already smelt them, he was locked in, once the panties were pulled out he took his time looking over each an every blood stain, holding them by the crotch to bring them to his nose, inhaling deeply the scent of built up discharge in the underwear.

Safe to say by the end of the night he's rutting into the panties like a dog in heat while dm-ing you to ask for more panties.

[simonriley09]

hmm what would new years w simon be like hmmm

New years with Simon Riley? He fucking hates fireworks. He thinks they're loud and expensive, would much rather have his luv in bed with him, cuddling and watching some random film with Pringles (sour cream n onion ONLY!!) and a few beers. You don't mind this choice either, not like you're willing to spend hundreds on loud bangs and lights.

You're both sharing the Pringles and cuddling under the Hello Kitty blanket, watching the film when suddenly the fireworks start, causing you to jump out of surprise. Simon pulled you closer to him, kissing your nape. "S'fine luv. Jus' the fireworks." His hand slipped under your pajama shirt, carressing soothing circles on your soft belly. You both eventually fell asleep together. 💗

[codnasties]

breeding kink w/price pt.2 🚬 (🌽 link)

i've said it once, and i'll say it again: price has a breeding kink. it's one of those things that no one can convince me it's not true. he's on the older side and very much ready to retire, so why not add a baby to the mix.

this man puts his whole body into filling you up nicley. using his whole weight into each and every thrust, trying to get as deep inside of you as posible so that his cum stays inside once he's released his seed inside of you.

he always starts slow, pushing his cock inch by inch inside of you with each thrust until he's snuggly inside of you. and then his thrusts slowly start picking up speed and depth into you. those last few being even deeper and harsher without fail to cum nicely inside.

all of that would be a fruitful attempt at get you pregnant, except you are a little minx, and love to see the slight expression of despair in his face as you start playing with your dirty pussy, pushing your own fingers inisde and making his cum drip out.

he may be slightly disapponted, he workes hard for that. but don't worry there is more right from where that came from ;)