#Cod

[z3nt5u]

Fishie.

[byfawn]

you say simon’s name for the first time

you’d never made a sound beyond quiet chirps and breathy little moans. not when simon petted you, not when he fed you treats from, not even when he coaxed the prettiest orgasms out of your trembling body.

your silence had never bothered him. he loved how you communicated with purrs and soft sounds.

the first time you tried to say simon’s name, you were curled up in his lap, his big hand stroking down your back. he’d been teaching you his name, repeating it slowly, letting the syllables roll off his tongue. “simon,” he said, voice rough but gentle. “say it for me, kitten.”

you nuzzled into his chest, shy. “s…si…”

his fingers stilled. “almost,” he murmured. “try again.”

you whimpered, tail flicking nervously. “si…”

fuck. his cock twitched in his pants. just that little stumble over his name, your voice so sweet and unsure, it did something to him. he gripped your waist a little tighter, his breath coming heavier.

“good girl,” he rumbled, tilting your chin up. “say it proper for me. simon.”

you blinked up at him, lips parting. “si...sim...on.”

he groaned, low and deep, his hips jerking up involuntarily. “fuck, kitten. just like that.” his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “say it again.”

you whined, squirming in his lap, feeling the hard press of him against your thigh. “simon,” you whispered, more confident this time.

“perfect,” he growled, pulling you closer. “such a clever little thing. gonna reward you for bein’ so good.”

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[pickled0ctopus]

for study... of course

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

— you asking simon riley to chase you and fuck you in his black skull balaclava

cw: rough dom! ghost, dub con (??? idk tbh), vaginal sex, unprotected, degradation

you’ve always seen simon riley, but not ghost. not the ghost that dominated the missions, the one with lethal stealth that could kill his enemies in silence, no. you only knew simon. the man who kissed your shoulders in the morning, giving you a massage before preparing your breakfast, making you your favourite coffee even though he is a tea person. simon riley.

though your curiosity piped when simon came back from his mission late at night. you never knew when he was going to return, where you would roll to the other side of the bed and then realise that he was finally back.

except, that night he returned you couldn’t sleep awake as you sipped on your herbal tea, when you went down to the kitchen after hearing the door open, only to find simon walking into your house with his balaclava and gear. his pants fitted tightly around his large thighs with straps that seemed to only emphasise them even more, his shirt straining against his chest with a large vest.

simon knew you were a light sleeper, hence why he never turned the lights on when he returned.

despite your sleepiness your mind couldn’t help but to wonder to the foulest of thoughts.

him chasing you with his balaclava and taking you.

the next day you suggested the idea, despite his initial hesitation, you didn’t miss the way his eyes seemed to darken ever so slightly, his gaze calculating as if he was imagining it.

and now here you were running up the stairs, where simon, now ghost was chasing you in his uniform and balaclava.

you couldn’t help but to giggle as you hurried up the stairs, your breaths coming out in small pants as you ran down the hallway, ghost’s heavy boots following you.

he wasn’t even running and was only a few steps away.

he tried his best to give you the performance you wanted, a cat and mouse game, but with the current strain against his pants around his crotch area, his resolve was slowly crumbling.

before you could turn down the hallway, he lifted you up effortlessly, placing you in his shoulders as he turned to your shared bedroom.

“and where do you think yer doin’ pretty girl?” his accent thick as he threw you onto the mattress, admiring the way you stared at him with the most loving eyes despite never seeing ‘ghost’

“you know i don’t like trouble,” his large calloused hands pulling you to the edge of the bed with ease. “and i don’t like brats.”

his gaze lingered in between your legs, specifically your glistening cunt. no panties.

“runnin’ away from me when yer wet like that?” his hands trailing around your legs, heading towards your inner thighs.

“thought you like a good chase mr riley.”

his eyes sparkled, “it’s ghost for you.”

his thumb gently rubbed against your clit, your arousal dribbling down his fingers before seeping into the fabric of his fingerless gloves. “so messy,” he cooed before shoving his fingers into your mouth. “clean up yer mess.”

usually, simon would take his time, gently kissing you and praising you as you slowly took him, but he wasn’t simon anymore.

hastily, he unzipped his pants, before fisting his cock in between his hands when he tugged his boxers down. he shoved your dress to where it was bunched up around your stomach, before slapping his tip against your clit.

“gotta be quick, i don’t have much time when im in the field.”

he didn’t fuck like simon, no, he fucked like ghost.

he didn’t give you kisses or words of reassurance when he slammed his full length into you, instead he gripped your hips tight enough to where it made small little red crescent marks.

a small hiss escaped his lips, “fuckin’ hell, so tight.”

his thrusts were fast and powerful, your body bouncing against him as the bed shook, him manhandling you with ease.

“such a pretty little thing aren’t yer? letting me corrupt you.”

his cock made a small bulge in your stomach, his large hands now moving up to squeeze around the area. “see how deep i’m in you swee’heart? yer lettin’ me use you like this?”

you sobbed from pleasure, his fat tip nudging against your sensitive spot as your gummy walls clenched around him. “who knew you were this fucking easy?”

he was in fact not fast, but took his time corrupting every part of your body, making you lay on the bed all sweaty and breathless with his cum dribbling out of your puffy cunt.

[localgoblinlad]

mine

[cameronsbabydoll]

blunt!simon!riley during your honeymoon

cw: dubiously consensual language / power imbalance, breeding kink / pregnancy kink, possessive + degrading language, obsession + ownership themes, implied somnophilia (waking you up with sex) marking, bruising, overstimulation, territorial behavior / isolation kink, objectification

a/n: divider by @bernardsbendystraws

he doesn’t take you to a beach. no cute sandals, no cocktails. he takes you to a cabin in the woods with no cell service and blackout curtains.

“honeymoon’s for makin’ sure it sticks.”

you don’t leave the bed for days.

you’re wearing nothing but his t-shirt and your wedding ring. your thighs are sore. your voice is gone. you’re leaking everywhere, and he won’t stop pressing his palm to your belly like he’s checking.

“doesn’t feel full enough. think i need to try again.”

he eats you out in the kitchen. fucks you over the balcony railing. carries you from room to room like a doll. he lets you nap only so he can wake you up by slipping in slow and whispering:

“’s your honeymoon, sweetheart. you want me to take care of you, yeah?”

you lose track of how many times he finishes inside you.

and he keeps whispering that same promise into your ear, every time your belly tenses up or your breath catches or your thighs shake:

“gonna give you a belly, yeah? a bump. little ring on your finger and a fuckin’ baby in you. real wife now.”

[cod-bin]

obsessively domestic simon headcanons

-he sleeps better when you’re touching. doesn’t matter how—your ankle resting on his, your fingers tangled, your whole body draped over him like a blanket—if you’re not touching, he won’t sleep. just lies there, blinking into the dark.

-he never says “i love you” the same way twice. sometimes it’s “text me when you get home.” sometimes it’s “eat something.” sometimes it’s him holding your wrist a little too tight before he lets you walk away.

-every time you wear his hoodie, he watches you like it’s the first time. like he forgot how good it looks on you. he doesn’t say anything. just tilts his head a little. maybe bites the inside of his cheek.

-he always smells like smoke, metal, and your shampoo. he uses it when you’re not looking. swears he doesn’t. but his side of the pillow always smells like you. it’s better than that shitty 7-in-1 anyways.

-he’s terrifyingly quiet when he’s angry. except with you. with you, he talks. not loud. but honest. “that scared the hell out of me.” “don’t do that again.” “i can’t lose you.”

-he doesn’t take pictures, but he has so many of you. little ones. secret ones. blurry and off-center. your hand on his thigh. your silhouette in the kitchen. your laugh mid-bite. he looks at them when he misses home.

-sometimes he just stares at you mid—conversation, like he forgot everything you were saying because your face is doing something soft. like smiling, or existing.

-when you’re sick, he’s unbearable. no one else can take care of you right. he brings you water, meds, hot tea, his hoodie, five blankets, a knife, and a death glare for anyone who even breathes near you.

-he gets shy after sex. not during—he’s dangerous during—but after, when you’re in his arms and breathing hard, he gets quiet. almost sweet. brushing hair from your face like he can’t believe you’re real.

-he doesn’t say “forever.” but when he fixes the cabinet in your bathroom without asking? when he memorizes your coffee order? when he adds your birthdate to every form he fills out? that’s him saying it.

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[daichouno]

It’s inevitable Ghosts ‘hands-on instruction’ ends this way ;)))

[sarahsghosts]

“ May God have mercy on my enemies, ‘cause I won’t. ”

John Soap MacTavish

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[fludderpy]

Spending some lovely time together…. aka fucking each other up at sparring

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[cybxrdxze]

ally

[temeyes]

gaz, the designated third wheel

[lanialania00]

some do not respect

[localgoblinlad]

good boy

[rawme-price]

Soap gets one of those Bluetooth connected dildo/fleshlight toys for long distance couples, and asks you to cockwarm your dildo all day, right?

Youre in the kitchen making lunch when it happens. Just a small vibration at first that makes you yelp, but it slowly picks up speed. You wish you had stayed on the couch with your snacks, because in no time the vibrations have kicked up to the point that walking is impossible. Youre bent over the counter, breathing hard as pleasure lances up your spine. The odd sensation of feeling Johnnys rhythm without actually being touched by him is making your mind floaty.

You cum twice before the vibrations stop. Your phone buzzes on the couch, most likely johnny teasing you. Your about to finish making your sandwich, knowing soap likes to take two minutes before going again on a toy, only for the vibrations to start back and full force. There's no build up, and the intensity has your knees buckling.

Johnny must be pent up as hell today, because from there the vibrations only ever stop for a few seconds before continuing. Sometimes they're softer than others, but they always pick up speed to full intensity. Its mind numbingly amazing and overstimulating. You end up crawling back to your couch, unable to stand after so many orgasms. Wrapped up in a blanket, you whine and gasp but dont dare to touch the toy. You'll just have to put up with it until Johnny gets bored.

A thousand miles away, soaps barracks is lively with four men fit into it. Ghost is having his fourth round at the toy, one of the many videos soap has filmed of you plays on a laptop. The fleshlights been stuffed so many times that it has to be tipped out into a trashbin with the sheer amount of cum. Gaz and price eagerly await their turn, while soap occasionally takes a photo or video to send to you later.