#call of duty

[wombywoo]

training 🥊💜

[sai-int]

this struck something in me

The room is dimly lit, as it always is when you have sex with Simon. Shadows dance along the walls as he drives into you with unrelenting precision. Your back arches off the bed, lips parting in whimpers as his thick, throbbing cock hits that devastating spot deep inside you over and over. His hands grip you firmly, grounding you as your vision blurs, your body trembling under the sheer intensity of him. The air between you is electric—raw and consuming.

But then, just as you’re both caught in the heat of it, his low, gravelly voice rumbles softly against your ear.

"Y’know," he mutters, deadpan, "if I keep fuckin' ya this good, reckon y'might end up snorin' as loud as y'did last night."

You freeze for half a second, your brain short-circuiting before a laugh bursts out of you, completely unbidden. You try to hold it in, but it’s no use—you’re shaking with laughter, gasping for breath as Simon's thrusts slow to halt, watching you with the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes.

You manage to choke out between giggles, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He doesn’t respond immediately, just tilts his head with a dry, unimpressed look, though the tiniest smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Just making conversation," he says plainly, as if he hasn’t just shattered the mood entirely.

"Still with me?" he asks, his deep voice a low rumble as his hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your skin. You manage a nod, your breath shaky, and a flicker of satisfaction crosses his face.

"Good," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours. "Now behave."

The words barely register before he thrusts into you again, slow and deliberate, pulling a gasp from your lips as your vision blurs, the intensity making your legs quiver.

mlist | @machveil thanks for the inspo

[rosiereveries]

You're neighbor John who you find sitting on the stairs in your apartment building after he comes home from mission. He is so tired that when he realized that the elevator is broken he just needs a few minutes to gain more power.

You help him get into his apartment ( thank God it's only on the second floor) and you know that you need to take care of this man. You wonder quiete a lot how this beautiful hot man can still be single.

So when you help him sit on the couch in his living room you know that you need to show him how good you could be for him. You know that he likes you, you can hear him moan your name when he is masturbating in his bed late at night.

You just don't know why he doesn't make the first move and asks you out. He doesn't even need to ask you on dinner, if he told you to just get naked and into his bed you would.

You help his get rid of his clothes and you go to prepare a bath for him. You quickly go to your apartment taking all the bath salts and bath oils you could find. You prepare his bath and when you help him sink down into the hot water you can hear him moan from pleasure.

But that not the end, you help him get clean, you wash his hair while he praises you for being such a good girl for him. He tells you how lucky he is that you're taking such a good care of him.

When you massage his neck and shoulder he start to moan and you can feel how he's starting to relax. You can't really see his naked body under the foam that is in the bath but you can imagine. And when he moves and you see that he is fully hard you know that you can't let your neighbor like that.

So you slowly start to touch his chest and when you put your hand fully in the water to touch him you can feel how hard he is. He starts to breath faster when you touch him just like he always imagined. He can feel your soft hand around his thick dick and it been to long since anyone touched him like that.

He is used to his hard hand and fast tempo that will make him cum in minutes. But you take your time with him. You're gently touch him and when you start to slowly kiss and suck his neck he feels like he is in heaven.

He cums in your hand shaking and moaning your name. You help him to get out of the bath and when he starts to dry himself with towels you clean the bathroom. When he asks you to bring him some clean clothes your just walk away slowly undressing your own clothing.

He find you in the middle of his bed, naked and waiting for him.

And when the next morning John wakes up after a good night of sleep he knows that now it's his turn to show you how good he can take care of you. He spend the whole morning fucking you in his bed making you cum on his cock, his fingers and his mouth. He needs to make sure that he thanks you enough for how good you were to him last night.

[readgoods]

tired old man price falls asleep mid call :,D

[chamomiletealeaf]

There’s nothing the 141 boys love more than a fat pussy. Like I’m talking no thigh gap, thick thighs, cushioning and hiding your pussy away nice and snug until they open your legs to eat you up. They’ll thank you for keeping their meal warm too.

Better yet if they’re fucking you. Holding your legs together and pushing your knees to your chest so they can watch your juicy pussy take them nice and deep.

They love when you wear bikinis, tight little shorts, anything that frames your pussy nice and pretty when you bend over.

Pussy jobs 100 percent. They love slotting their thick cocks between your puffy pussy folds and watching how cute it looks getting teased.

You bet they have cheeky little polaroids of you bending over with a cute shy expression on your face showing off your pussy. And don’t be surprised if they share them with the rest of the team 🫣

[guhbwuh]

<3

[temeyes]

POV: you're an enemy goon in MW2022's wetwork level (based on this post LOL)

[machveil]

Roommate!König who always surprises you with how quiet he is. for as tall and broad as he is, he still manages to sneak up on you. “Ah, can I get a mug, Schatz?”, you both startle, you from his sudden appearance and König from you jumping. he’s always quick to apologize, worry waning when you start to laugh, “It’s okay, I should be used to it.”. he starts to clear his throat when he enters the same room you’re in and you haven’t immediately noticed him, he always feels a little bad when you jolt

Roommate!König who quietly follows you throughout the day sometimes, no new books or documentaries to take his attention off of you. he looks for excuses to help you, folding laundry with you or dusting while you vacuum. it always makes him feel good when he can help you, turning chores into little domestic moments. fools himself into thinking this is what a relationship feels like, eyes darting over to watch you as he works, palms a little sweaty

Roommate!König who knows how to sew. his mother is a seamstress, and ever the mama’s boy, he’d be by her side as she worked as a child. she taught him how to stitch and mend clothes, the basics on how to knit too. whenever you have a shirt or pair of pants that needs mending he offers to fix it, “Let me get my needle and thread.”. it doesn’t matter if it’s a sock or shirt hem, he’ll dutifully stitch it like new. when you turn away he stitches his initials somewhere on the inside of the piece, the initials of his government name, letting you unknowingly hold on to it

Roommate!König who knows how you dress, what colors and aesthetics you adore. when holidays or events come up he tries his hand at making something for you, be it a hoodie and sweatpants or something with more flair. again, his initials delicately stitched inside, giving his name to you subtly. he doesn’t expect you to notice, and even if you did he would make up an excuse, “A special stitch my mama taught me.”, but he feels his heart pound against his chest when you wear whatever he made. heartbeat drumming in his ears, a rhythm so loud he hopes you can’t hear it

[simonz-angel]

jusss know simon loves lettin his plush mama ride up on his 🍆

his eyes drop, memorizing every curve, every dimple of cellulite, every drip of sweat. he paints it behind his lids, letting his pupils soak it up and press it into the front of his brain. you’re perfect, bouncing on his cock like some lil bunny.

“jus’… jus’ like that, baby, takin’ it so well,” he puffs, thick accent drawling in n out of syllables. he can barely breathe with the way your soft, pliable walls squish and hug around his cock, sucking him in tiiighht.

and his hands press at the soft globes of your ass, forcing himself deeper with every drop of your hips. forcing you to really fuckin’ take it all, feel it all.

your soft belly bounces, the pretty rolls highlighting in a luminescent glow as sweat shines, your thighs cup his hips, the thick, plump skin cresting over his hipbones in some sorta cast. and your heavy tits bounce, lifting and falling with every fuckin’ movement.

gahhh, he’s on the verge of filling you up fuckin’ full, ready to pump you up with a sweet lil baby. hand smoothing over your ribs to cup at the underside of your breast, he likes to press his fingers into the soft skin, pinch at your nipple just to have you going shrill on his cock.

“look so goddamn sweet, honey,” he gasps, knees locking up before his heels are settling into the bed, hips meeting yours halfway. and the way you squeal has him laughing, chuckling at your expense. “want me to fill you up, baby? or should i cover your pretty tits? fuuuckk.”

now imagine some tit!fuckin or thigh… yeah lemme lemme not get into allat.

[the-palelady]

when cowboy!ghost is leaving the clinic after his usual visit to his favorite nurse he always makes sure to let her know he loves her. his job is dangerous. last thing he wants is for him to go out without her knowing how much she means to him.

so one day he gives your lower back a pat, whispering a “love ya, sweetheart,” before turning to leave.

however, you don’t say it back.

simon stops dead in his tracks while you continue on about your business. for a moment he waits it out, maybe you didn’t hear him? maybe something else caught your attention and you had to take care of it before responding?

but your response never comes.

so he turns to face you, his expression nothing short of annoyed, eyes narrowed, lips pulled tight under the bandana that obscures the lower half of his face.

your back is turned to him when he stomps over towards you. he minds your hands of course, making sure you aren’t holding any of the doctor’s instruments before he turns you around, jolting you from your work.

your eyes meet a raging fire, his pupils almost dilated. your cheeks are pinched between his thumb and fingers, lips pursed.

“si-“

his voice is a deep rumble, thunder clapping in the distance.

“i said…i love ya, honey. now i know that pretty mouth of yours hasn’t forgotten how to say it, or do i need to give it a reminder?”

[angelovi]

Simon that goes feral after seeing you wear his dog tags.

"Hm what's that you're wearing love? Those my dog tags?"

You give him a supple nod in return, a light blush dusting your cheeks.

"Where'd you find that hm?" He approaches you slowly with a smirk plastered on his face.

"I found it on your desk.. didn't think you'd mind.." You try your best to sound confident, yet you fail miserably.

He holds your chin between his two fingers, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. "I ever tell you how gorgeous you look?"

"Everyday." You gaze up at him, your innocence showing.

"Good," he whispers softly, his breath warm against your skin, before closing the distance between you and drawing you into a kiss.

Lifting you gently by your thighs, he carries you with ease to the warmth of your shared bedroom. As he crosses the threshold, the soft glow of the lighting wraps around you both. He sets you down on the plush fabric of the bed, the comforting texture embracing you as you sink into it.

In a swift motion, he pulls off his pants, the fabric pooling on the floor, and then settles onto the bed beside you, his skin warm against the sheets. An idea flickers in his eyes, and a light smirk crosses his face.

“Need to see you ride me.” He guides you to straddle him, before slipping your shirt off and pushing your panties to the side, bullying himself in. The sudden intrusion makes you gasp as he moves fervently, showing no signs of slowing down.

He gazes his eyes to the dog tag that's wrapped around your precious neck.

The atmosphere in the room thickens with a mix of hushed gasps and soft moans. Simon's heavy breathing cuts through the tension as pleasure envelopes him, growing more urgent.

“Tell me how good it feels love.”

As you near the edge, words struggle to get out, the only thing audible is your gasps.

“C’mon. Use your words,” he grunts out.

“Feels so fucking good Simon. Don't stop..” your words are followed by a whimper, your legs getting tired as you struggle to bounce on his massive size.

Noticing your struggle, he flips you over and mercilessly pounds you into the bed, aiming to finish you both off.

“That’s it, angel. Right there. Fuck you're so perfect.” he intertwines his fingers with yours, he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles before resuming his thrusts.

As soon as you start cumming, Simon doubles his efforts, reaching his hand down to rub your swollen clit. He feels you tighten around him, legs trembling as your orgasm washes over you.

“Fuck, look at you.” he slows his movements, pulling out after he fills you up.

“Spread your legs for me sweetheart.” he spreads your legs a little more, positioning his face between them, planting a little kiss on your clit. He smirks as he maintains eye contact, his tongue darting out to tease your clit with a tight touch, circling it slowly.

His movements speed up, eventually adding his index and middle finger, slowly curling it to hit that perfect spot that makes you see stars.

You moan even louder than before, not even worrying about the neighbors. “More…” you manage to utter, your voice barely rising above a whisper as you use your last bit of resilience.

“Greedy little thing ain't ya?” his fingers move faster, deeper, as he maintains the intense abuse on your clit.

You throw your head back in pure ecstasy as you've officially been fucked dumb.

His fingers pump in and out of you ruthlessly, curling up periodically. He can feel you getting ready to cum again. He looks up at your thrown-back head, his mind racing with more ideas. “Turn over.”

He quickly flips you over into your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you. He spreads your legs apart slightly, exposing your cunt. He spits on it, using his thumb to rub the saliva around your entrance.

He lines himself up with your dripping pussy, rubbing the thick head teasingly along your slit.

He pushes forward slightly, stretching you open as he sinks inside. “Fuck you're so tight, baby girl.” he pauses, letting you adjust to his size once more before starting to thrust slowly.

The dog tags jingle as he pounds into you, grabbing your hips tightly and pulling you back onto him with each powerful thrust. “Such a good girl.”

He reaches around and rubs your clit in firm circles, tormenting it further. “I can feel your little cunt gripping me. You gonna cum angel?”

Seeing you nod, he leans over, pressing his muscular chest against your back, his breath hot on your ear. “Then cum for me sweet girl.”

He growls deeply, feeling your pussy convulse around his cock as you cum. As he finishes emptying himself inside you, he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling into your neck. “You’re so perfect.”

He kisses your neck softly, holding you close as his cum leaks out of your spent cunt. As he whispers comforting words into your ear, you feel yourself dozing off, completely spent from the night’s actions.

Simon smiles softly, adjusting you so you're comfortable against his chest. He pulls the blanket over the both of you, ensuring you're warm. A hand cups the back of your head, rubbing soothingly in your hair, making sure you feel safe.

“Sweet dreams, love. I got you.”

Proud of this one ngl

[gofishygo]

simon 'ghost' riley / reader: no content warnings

in the military, ghost is good at working with other people. it's his job as a lieutenant after all, to help out his colleagues- from coaching how to scope accurately to lifting cars off trapped teammates in the midst of gunfire.

but at home, he only provides for himself. well, at least before he'd met you.

he has one set of utensils. two bedsheets that he changes from time to time. probably less than ten articles of clothing, since he's practically never home- either in his gear or fatigues most of the time. if he'd gotten the chance, he would probably cut his dining table in half too, can't stand the empty space that seems to taunt him.

and then you come along, with all your eccentricness and ideas and bright eyes, stumbling into his life with brightness he has only seen from the scorching sun, and no matter how much he tries to pry you off, you're properly stuck, glued by his side, refusing to leave. of course he has to take you home, now that you've wormed this deeply into a soul that he thought was dead. and hear you are, ripping him a new one over his kitchen, or lack thereof- 'seriously, simon- you use the same three bowls for everything? and why is the milk in your fridge two months old?' and berating all the little cigarette burns on the clothes that he swears are still useable.

when you both eventually fall asleep curled up and tangled together in a too-small bed, he has one hand carding in your hair, holding your head, whilst the other scrolls on his phone, for maybe the first time ever. eyes flick between you in his arms and the shopping cart on his screen.

by the next week, there's a second chair for his dining table, and an even prettier bird in it, smiling at him so sweetly.

[guhbwuh]

two of them.

[2334242xiao]

Ghoap sketches from n/d

[lovemebutleavemewild]

As an insomnia girly, John Price would definitely get fed up of your tossing and turning and pin you to the mattress, belly down, with his weight, grumbling for you to stop thinking so much and go to sleep.

His leg slots between yours and his breaths are the slow and steady pace of a man who can fall asleep anywhere, and you've never liked weighted blankets before, but you think you could get used to this one.