#cod price smut

[elysianightsss]

This Price thot that got away with me..❤️‍🔥🖤

The fire had started to die down, John grabbed a piece of firewood he’d freshly chopped this morning while you lounged in the sweet little pillow and blanket pile you’d made earlier by the fireplace, trying your hardest to ignore the slight stretch you felt with a plug inside your aching core, keeping you stuffed full of Price’s cum. Your clit still pulsing from the memory of his filthy words.

“That’s it sweet girl, taking my cock so well. Let it out love, let it all out.”

Price flung the wood onto the fire before pulling away the soft heavy weight blanket hiding your needy body from him. His ocean eyes raked over your figure, admiring the way you shook with pleasure. His truly oversized hands began teasingly tracing over your skin, his pearly whites flashing under the bushy mutton hops and full beard when you twitched as his fingertips glazed where your thigh and hip met.

Slowly sliding the plug out of your dripping cunt, he felt himself harden even more, his cock becoming painfully tight. “Fuck honey, this pretty cunt, fuck.” He shook his head, eyes fixated on the way his cum from this morning dripped out of you. There wasn’t a prettier sight than this.

How he longed to keep you stuffed full of it so you wouldn’t even think of leaving. Not that you would, Price likes to think by this point he’s reconditioned your mind to need him and only him for anything even the tiniest things like dropping a fucking apple on the floor, in fact he prides himself on it.

“John.” Your back arched, his body moulded against yours, fitting perfectly together, being made for eachother had its perks, he thought. His hairy, sturdy chest pressed against your tits, squishing them there. His scent consumed you, fresh rain, cigars and something musky.

His thick fingers stroked down your stomach, grabbing softly at the pudge there before he slid into your throbbing hole. He could never describe the satisfaction he gets from seeing the blissed look you get on your face when he first slips his fingers inside you.

“Let me hear you love, nice and loud for me.” Price growled from somewhere deep within his chest, his pupils dilating until you couldn’t see any blue at all. “Gonna fuck you,” he grunted his fingers thrusting in and out of you, curling just right just where you needed it, “But you’re gonna cum all over my hand first.”

The fire ablaze once more, just like the feeling that burned in your lower abdomen. That coil that got tighter with every slide against that spongy spot deep inside you.

“Fuck I can’t, too much.” You whined, pussy still sensitive from the way John had woken you up with his tongue lapping at your clit. And fuckkk the way he’d flipped you onto your back and pounded into you from behind until you were cock drunk, only able to say his name on repeat.

“No, come on now, be a good girl for me,” Price’s voice transformed and you wondered if that’s how he spoke to his unit. Before you even had chance to say you couldn’t again, he brushed his thumb over your achey clit. You sobbed, moaning into the evening air, your hips jerking up against his hand.

“Yeah,” he laughed darkly, “look at you buck your hips like a good fucking girl.”

“Fuck Johnnyyy.” The way his eyes shot to your face, your pretty eyes closed, mouth open, head thrown back digging into the pillows on the floor. Johnny, it was a very limited nickname for him, only hearing it on very rare occasions. But every time he loved it.

“Oh you’re gonna cum for me aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question, even if he had to force you, you were going to cum for him. Adding a third finger and changing his angle, he bullied your cunt, plunging in and out desperate to feel you gush.

Pulling his body away from yours and leaning down, he dove right in, tongue licking, sucking and flicking at your clit. “Oooo Johnny yes! John fuck keep doing that baby!” Your hips jolting, almost riding his face not that he minded. You kept going, feeling your body burn with need the faster you bucked and the deeper his fingers went.

The feeling was so addictive you never wanted it to end, never wanted to come down but the world was against you. Your orgasm slammed into you pushing you to arch your back into the air, no longer able to jerk your hips away John saw his opportunity to hold you there and lick lick lick, until you screamed squirting onto his face and hand.

“Fuck off John!” You screeched trying to push his face away with your hands but to no avail, the way he kept you bent, you could barely reach. He stayed there a while before eventually taking pity on you and pulling away.

His thick facial hair soaked with your juices, “I thought I was Johnnnyyyyy.” He mimicked you with a fat grin on his gorgeous face.

“Fuck off.” You spat moving to turn on your side so you could get up, only for his big hands to roll you all the way onto your front. His body moulding with yours once more, you could feel the thickness of him, the hair. It made you burn with anticipation.

“Now where d’ya think you’re going love? I told you I was going to fuck you.”

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[honeesucker]

Not to be horny on main™ but my obsession with the COD men has reared its ugly head.

"Atta girl," Price's deep voice groaned above you as you sat shaded beneath his desk, his thick cock heavy on your tongue as you bobbed up and down on the hardened length, sucking him deep into your mouth until his heavy cockhead was prodding the back of your throat, eliciting a few small gags.

His large hands were on your head, one gently holding the side of your head steady, his thumb running across your cheek; his other hand tangled in your hair, gripping the back of your head as he gently fucked you up and down on his cock with a gentle force.

One of your hands worked on massaging his heavy balls, a groan leaving his lips as he rained down filthy praise at you, his orgasm moments away when a loud, three-strike knock sounded at his door.

All of his movements ceased, though he kept the hand tangled in your hair as he had you pressed so far down on his cock the trim pubes at the base of his cock tickled your nose. You know he was giving you a gag order: you better stay quiet.

"Enter," Price's steady voice called out, and as the door opened it revealed your worst nightmare... the man you never wanted to catch you down on your knees for your Captain... Simon fucking Riley. "Simon, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Price asked casually, his hand detangling from your hair as you followed his silent order, keep his cock warm in your mouth.

"Captain, Sir... I wanted to make a recommendation on Private [Name]." Your whole body froze at the mention of your name... was he here to tell Price you were a worthless soldier, not worth the air you breathed while working on the task force... he was your Lieutenant, after all... his word could get you transferred, or discharged, or worse should he so choose.

"A recommendation, Simon? You're not usually a man to give up on a soldier so easily," Price adjusted his hips, his cock briefly pushing deeper down your throat, a subtle reminder to stay quiet as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his desk.

"Not giving up on that little demon, Price," Ghost said thoughtfully, a hint of humor in his voice. "I'm recommending her for promotion to Sergeant, to train alongside Soap. She's proven it in her training, she's proven her worth in the missions... I think she'd make one hell of a Sergeant, Sir." Ghost finished, the sound of papers shuffling as he pulled out his report on you from beneath his vest and set it on Price's desk.

"Simon, I'm touched... you don't normally take a shine to our rookies like this." Price murmured out with a hint of humor in his voice, arching a brow as he looked up at Ghost who just shrugged, a hidden smile beneath that balaclava covering his face. "Alright, Simon, I'll take your recommendation into consideration, write my report and get it sent up to the higher-ups for final decision." Price finished, Ghost none the wiser to you cock warming his boss beneath his desk as he turned to leave Price's office.

However...

On the other side of the door Ghost was smirking beneath his mask... you two weren't sneaky enough to slip past his observant gaze, and it was too much fun to make his recommendation to Price when Ghost knew you were on your knees beneath his desk. Ghost turned and walked away from Price's office with an unusual pep in his step, feeling a bit cheeky. Ghost didn't care if you were a slut for their Captain, he cared the most about how good of a soldier you were, and your contributions to the team.

Price took a moment before looking down at you, shocked by the sight of fat streams of tears slipping down your cheeks. He was already worried as he pulled you off his cock, rubbing his thumbs on your cheeks to wipe away your tears. "What's the matter, lass?" Price asked as you just sniffled and looked up at him with a pout.

"H-He... he doesn't hate me... h-he thinks I-I'm good e-enough to be a S-Sergeant?" You sobbed softly, overwhelmed with emotion and pride in yourself and all of your hard work, even more that a man you admired thought highly of you enough to make such a recommendation.

"Oh, you poor thing..." Price pulled you up from your knees, hugging your waist as he pulled you between his legs, his head resting just beneath your breasts on your abdomen, listening to your rapidly beating heart, and soft, shaky breaths. "You deserve it, I meant what I said to him... I'll finish my own report today and send it up for final decision but with your track record I don't think they'd deny our choice..." Price said softly, pulling you back as he wiped more of your tears away. "You deserve it, lass, you worked hard for this... in more ways than one I might add." Price couldn't hold back his laughter as you frowned and punched his shoulder softly at the jab.

"Respectfully, Sir..." you said with a sharp tone, an edge of humor in your words. "Shut it." You both laughed together and then Price's hands landed on your hips, pulling you closer as he looked up at you.

"Now how about we finished what we started, and you come bounce on my cock, lass?" Price offered, groaning as your hand travelled down and gripped his still-hard cock.

"Is that an order, Captain?" You asked cheekily.

"That's an order, Private... show me just how grateful you are for my recommendation with that talented pussy of yours." He growled out with a low rumble, his voice reverberating through you as you shuddered softly.

"Yes, Sir..."

[random-thot-generator]

Going Down?

Capt. John Price x Fem Reader

Summary: You live down the hall in 14-C. Captain John Price lives in 14-G. A friendly relationship has developed over the course of a year, though the attraction you both feel for one another is becoming very hard to ignore. Then late one night the two of you get stuck in your building’s faulty lift, and your friendship takes a turn into filthy uncharted territory. 

Tags/Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral - F receiving, PiV, light Dom/sub tones, maybe competency kink(?), no use of Y/N 

(N/A: I ain’t gonna lie. This was supposed to be about the same length as my other smutty one-shots, but it’s Captain Price, and I adore him, and he deserves a sweet, smutty love story, dammit! It is what it is.

Think of this fic as a good, sappy, smutty weekend fic - the ones you want to read when ya ain’t got nothing else to do but clean, and you’re procrastinating. It’s that kind of fic.  I would apologize for the lengthy smut scene, but what’s the point? I needed the purge and you guys get... lots of Captain Price smut! Win-win.

Oh, and suspend your knowledge about elevator dimensions and basic elevator safety protocols. This is fanfic. We stan bullshit here as long as it serves the smutty narrative.

Word Count: 7950

You were standing at your postbox, your back to the main lobby while sorting through your mail, when a deep voice spoke at your ear.

“Any of that mine?”

You jumped, startled, and snapped your head around. Your frown morphed into a flustered grin when you saw who was standing at your shoulder. “Oh, my God, John. You startled me,” you fussed, giving the captain a playful smack on the arm.

Captain Price beamed one of his warm smiles at you, blue eyes crinkling at the corners. His ruddy cheeks bunched up over the whiskers of his beard, giving him a boyish look. He clasped his hands behind his back and nodded to you in proper greeting. “How’ve you been, love? The little nippers not done ya in yet?”

The ‘little nippers’ he referred to were your year two primary students. Smirking at him, you turned and whipped open your trench coat like a pervy flasher, showing off your leggings and sweatshirt. They were currently covered in food stains and finger paint, with a light dusting of glitter. “Does this answer your question, Captain?”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, an amused expression on his face. “Quite the ensemble, Miss. Put that together yourself or did the kids help?”

You scoffed, dropping the sides of your coat. You looked him up and down, relieved to see him back in one piece. “It’s about time you came home. I get terribly bored without you around. I’ve missed you.”

His amused expression softened as he peered down at you. “It’s good to be back.” He then leaned forward and whispered, “I missed you, too, by the way. Was bored out of my mind the whole time.” He puffed up with smug pride when you blushed, giving him a flustered smile. Tilting his chin down, he slanted a glance at you. “Are you already in for the evening?”

You gave him a curious look. “That was the plan. Why?”

“I was about to nick out for a drink. Thought you might like to come with.”

A smile brightened your tired features. “That sounds perfect. After the day I’ve had, I could use a drink. Give me a few minutes to change?” you asked.

He gave a quick bob of the head. “Of course. I can wait here for―”

You sniffed at his attempt at propriety. “Don’t be silly. Come up to the flat with me. You can at least sit in a comfortable chair and watch some telly while you wait.” You leaned back and arched a brow at him. “Or are you hanging out down here hoping to run into Mrs. Kelsey?” you asked, your tone teasing.

Mrs. Kelsey was seventy-two and fawned over the captain like he was her one true love. It would have been endearing if not for the fact that she’d gotten a bit handsy with him a few times. It amused you to no end, especially when you got to watch John try to extricate himself from the old woman’s amorous attentions.

“Very funny, love, but no,” he said, then cast a wary look around. “I’m not prepared to see the old dear just yet.” He pressed his hand to the small of your back and guided you towards the lift, whispering at your ear. “I’ll need you to distract her if she corners me again.”

You gave a soft laugh, shaking your head. “And get in the way of true love? No way!”

He poked your side as the two of you entered the lift, making you giggle. “You know, I’ve never had a woman come onto me like she does. It’s a bit flustering,” he joked, pressing the button for your floor.

You snickered behind your hand. “So, does that make her your cougar?” When he rolled his eyes, you gave him a sly grin. “Guess that would make you her ‘boy toy’, wouldn’t it?”

Price dipped his chin to give you a heated look, sorely tempted to tell you what you could do with his boy toy. Your playful teasing always got him worked up in the worst way. “Watch it, love. You’re going to get yourself into trouble.”

The husk in his voice made your belly swoop, made you want to cause all sorts of trouble for the captain. Feeling more than a little aroused and giddy, you smirked at him, ready to snark back, when the lift suddenly began to emit a terrible grinding noise and the carriage noticeably slowed.

You both stared up at the ceiling, alarmed. Price’s arm instinctively went around your waist as the two of you listened to the grinding sound grow higher in pitch until it finally whined itself out. The lift then gradually began to pick up speed again until it was moving at its normal pace, as if nothing had happened.

“What in the bloody hell was that?” Price uttered, shifting his eyes down to you.

You stared back at him, unsettled. “It started doing that about a week ago, but it wasn’t this bad before.” You peered back up at the ceiling. “I got an email from the building manager this morning. He sent out a mass notification to all the tenants, informing us that the lift is supposed to be down for repairs next Monday. We’ll be allowed to use the staff elevator until it’s fixed.”

Price frowned. “We should be bloody usin’ it now.”

You made it to your floor without further incident, both of you relieved to finally be off the faulty lift. “What d’you say to us using the staff elevator when we go for drinks?” you suggested.

“Sounds like a good idea,” Price agreed with a grim expression.

He followed you into your flat, closing the door and locking it behind him before taking a seat on your sofa to wait for you. You trailed off into your bedroom, chattering on about the building’s latest gossip, leaving the door ajar. He didn’t bother with the telly, content to just listen to your voice. He really had missed you terribly this last deployment.

You came padding out of the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a svelte looking knit dress with a turtleneck collar, It hugged every curve on your body to perfection, stunning Price into open-mouthed silence for a moment. You were oblivious to his reaction, however, too busy gabbing on about the newlywed couple who had moved into 14-J.

“They seem like a nice enough couple, but that twat, Mr. Graham, has been complaining about them nonstop, so now there’s this whole big to-do going on between them and some of the other tenants...” You turned your back to him, pointing over your shoulder. “Mind zipping me up, love?” you paused to ask, then continued on with your story. “Anyway, like I was saying...”

Price swallowed as he stood up behind you. You smelled amazing, like flowers and soft musk, and you’d pinned your hair up in a style that flattered your face and exposed the lovely curve of your neck. He inhaled your scent as he brought his hands up to slide over the soft weave of the dress, pinching the small zipper between finger and thumb. His eyes fixated on the soft skin at the nape of your neck, wishing he could press his lips into the little hollow at the base of your skull. He brought the zipper up slowly, then skimmed his hands over your shoulders before he turned you around. You had a ridiculous, goofy grin on your face, amused at something you’d just said, eyes bright and sparkling as you looked up at him.

“...and then Mr. Graham had the nerve to tell the building supervisor he couldn’t get a decent night’s sleep with all the moaning and groaning going on next door, but Mrs. Graham told Jessica in 14-B that her husband probably wasn’t sleeping well because he spent most of his time wanking it off in the loo. I almost died laughing when Jess told me that!” you giggled.

Price gazed down at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes. He reached up and tucked a stray curl behind your ear and smiled at you. “You’re beautiful, ya know that, love?”

You don’t know what got to you more, the expression on his face or the low, raspy register of his voice. but combined they had you thinking some very inappropriate thoughts as you gaped at the captain. You blinked up at him, completely caught off-guard, not sure what to do or say. You could feel your cheeks growing warmer as you opened and closed your mouth, trying and failing to form a coherent response.

Price, sensing you were floundering, gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze and stepped back. “You look lovely in that dress, Miss.”

Flustered beyond reason, you dropped your gaze to stare down at your fidgeting fingers. “Oh. Th-Thank you.” You cleared your throat and gestured back towards your bedroom. “I just― um, I n-need to get my shoes, and I’ll be ready to go.”

Price slipped his hands into his pockets, the picture of smug confidence, and gave you an indulgent smile. “Take your time, love. No rush.”

You gave him an awkward smile as you hurried out of the room. You were obviously flustered, but there was no mistaking the heat he had seen in your eyes before you could look away. He hummed, his expression thoughtful.

That brief interaction had brought everything into sharp focus for the captain. He’d been tiptoeing around his feelings for you for months now, but there was denying it anymore. He wanted more than friendship from you. Yes, he adored you and considered you a dear friend, but his attraction to you wasn’t waning, like he thought it would. Instead, it was only growing stronger with the passage of time, and he was fairly certain you felt the same way.

Now, he just needed to figure out what to do about it.

Your evening out with the captain lasted far longer than you expected. Drinks ended up segueing into having dinner at the pub, and then a shared dessert followed by a nightcap. Not wanting the night to end just yet, you had suggested walking off dessert in a nearby park before returning home, which John eagerly agreed to. You probably talked the poor man’s ear off, but his warmth and charm had you fawning over him almost as bad as old Mrs. Kelsey. You couldn’t help but wonder if he could see the adoration on your face every time you looked at him. It was embarrassing how infatuated you were with this man.

It was edging close to midnight by the time the two of you made it back to your building, both of you surprised to discover how late it was. Whispering and giggling as you passed through the lobby, you both were too distracted by the other to remember to use the staff lift and boarded the one in the lobby without another thought.

John hit the floor button then went back to telling you about his first kiss with an older girl named Veronica when he was only ten years old. Apparently, the girl had bullied him into to giving her the smooch.

“I’m tellin’ ya, love. She was a head taller than me, almost twice my size, plus two years older. I was terrified of her. When she told me to pucker up, I puckered up.”

You were wheezing with laughter, holding onto his arm as you dabbed at your watering eyes with the back of your hand. “Oh, my God, you poor thing!” You sniffled, grinning at him. “There must be something about you that attracts older women. First, Veronica and now Mrs. Kelsey. It has to be that boyish charm of yours.” You giggled again when he tilted his head and shot you a warning look.

Then that grinding sound started above your heads, again.

You startled at the noise, and both of you looked up, your fingers gripping John’s arm tighter. The lift slowed to a crawl, the noise almost ear-splitting, before it finally came to a complete stop. You both stood in shocked silence for a moment, staring at each other.

You blinked at him and then peered up at the flickering light above your head. “Oh, God. Are we...” You leaned over and tapped the button for your floor, but nothing happened. “Are we stuck?”

John tried pushing more buttons, but when nothing happened, he hit the emergency button, instead. Still, nothing happened.

You looked between him and the control panel, a confused look on your face. “Um... shouldn’t there be like an alarm or something?”

John nodded, pressing the emergency button again. “Yeah, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Bloody hell,” he muttered, jabbing the button again before finally giving it up for a lost cause. He blew out a sigh as he pulled his cell from his pocket, but then grunted in frustration. “Of all the bloody luck... I forgot to charge the damn thing. It’s dead.” He looked up at you. “Can you call the building manager, love? Let ‘em know we’re stuck in here.”

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded. You opened the small clutch purse you’d brought with you, an anxious expression coming over your face as you pawed through the few contents, and then you grimaced. “Oh, my God, John. I— I left my cell in my other bag. I’m so sorry.”  

John blinked his eyes shut for a moment, but then simply nodded, taking the news in stride. “It’s alright, love. We’ll figure something else out. Don’t worry,” he said, unflappable as ever.

You twisted your fingers together, worried. “But what can we do?” you asked, feeling a little panicked, though you tried your best to remain calm.

He noticed your fidgeting hands and wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders. “Don’t fret, love,” he murmured, rubbing your arm. “I’ll figure something out.”

You gave him a hesitant smile and nodded. “I know you will.” You tried to put on a brave face, but you were lowkey freaking out on the inside.

John gave you a reassuring hug, then stepped away to properly assess the situation. There were two ways out of the lift: through the doors or through the emergency hatch in the ceiling. He considered his options and then decided to pry open the doors, first. Having you stand opposite him, he traced his blunt fingers down the seam where the doors met, finding enough of a hold to pry them apart, then the two of your worked together to open a gap. He huffed a frustrated breath at what was revealed.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, dreading his answer.

He planted his hands on his hips, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “We came to a stop between floors. I was hoping we were close enough to one of the levels to pry open the doors and climb out, but that’s not going to happen.” He then peered up at the ceiling. “Guess there’s nowhere to go but up.”

You glanced up at the hatch several feet above your heads, then shot him a dubious look. “How are you going to reach it? You’re tall but not that tall,” you said, peering back up at the ceiling and shaking your head. “They must have designed this lift with pro basketball players in mind.”

John chuckled, relieved to hear you joking. “The lift is this big because it’s actually a freight lift. This building used to be a factory before it was renovated into flats. Instead of installing a new lift, they kept the old one and gave it a facelift.”

You gave him a quizzical look, slightly impressed by his little historical lesson. “Huh. I didn’t know that.”

John looked at you as if sizing you up and then stared up at the hatch again. ”You’re right about one thing, though. I’ll never reach that hatch on my own, so you’ll have to open it for me.”

You snapped your eyes back to him. “What?!”

He made a calming gesture with his hands before taking yours. “Listen to me, love. I can’t reach the hatch to open it on my own, but if you can get it open for me, I should be able to jump and hopefully catch the edge. I can then boost myself up and climb through.” He pointed to the hatch. “I want to lift you up so you can open the hatch for me, alright?”

“Lift me up?” you repeated, incredulous. “You’ll break your back!”

He smirked, a rather smug expression settling on his features. “Believe me, love. It won’t be a problem.”

You shook your head, unconvinced. “I’m heavier than you think. I’ve been in a toxic relationship with the Cheesecake Factory down the block for the past two months. Let’s just say I’ve put on a few pounds,” you confessed.

John couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ll never do, love.” He gripped your shoulders and looked you in the eye. “I promise, everything will be alright. I’m going to lift you up on my shoulders so you can reach the hatch, but I’ll be holding onto you the whole time.”

You frowned, nowhere near as confident as he was, but there didn’t seem to any other option. You glanced up at the hatch, then back at him. Steeling your nerves, you took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright. Fine. I’ll do it.”

John lifted his brows, surprised you were so quick to agree. “Are ya sure, love?”

You gave him a determined look and nodded again. “Yeah. I can do this.”

A bubble of pride swelled up in his chest. He gave your shoulders another squeeze. “That’s my girl.” He held you out at arms’ length and looked you up and down. “Alright, first order of business is to get those heels off.”

You nodded, kicking the pumps off your feet and flexing your toes. “Okay. Now what?”

John opened his mouth, but then snapped it shut, his cheeks coloring slightly. Clearing his throat, he dropped his gaze down to the skirt of your dress. “You’ll have to, ah— hitch your skirt up, so you can sit on my shoulders properly.”

“Oh.”

You weren’t sure whose blush was worse once he told you that. He gave you a chagrined little smile and rubbed at the back of his neck, embarrassed by his own request.

And you... 

Well, you were trying to reconcile yourself to the situation. It wasn’t that big of a deal, not if it meant getting the two of you out of there. It wasn’t like you didn’t have underwear on— well, thongs were technically considered underwear. It was just the thought of his head being trapped between your bare thighs. Sure, you’d fantasized about having your legs wrapped around his head plenty of times, but never like this. Just the mere thought of it made a heavy feeling settle deep in your pelvis. God, what if your body— responded to him being in such a position? Considering his voice alone got you wet, it was a genuine concern.

“If it makes you uncomfortable, you can say no, love. I can try to find some other way to reach the hatch.”

Your heart melted a little at his words. There was such a look of sincerity and remorse on his face that you knew that he meant what he said. If you said no, he would just accept it and try to figure something else out.

You blew out a breath. You were being ridiculous. John was doing everything in his power to get you two out of this situation, and here you were acting like some shy, teenaged virgin. He needed you, and you’d be damned if you were going to let him down over your own silly little insecurities. Shaking off your worries, you stiffened your spine and your will. 

“No, it’s fine. I can do it.”

John tipped his chin forward to peer into your eyes. “Love, truly, if you don’t want to do this— “

You blew out an exasperated breath. It was sweet of him to be so considerate, but it wasn’t helping anything. If anything, it was only undermining your confidence. “For fuck’s sake, John. Just shut up and get on your knees, please.”

Well, that definitely shut him up. His eyes went a little wide to hear his sweet little schoolteacher speak so boldly and with such confidence. Oh, he liked this side of you very much.

He drew back to look at you with a rather seductive smirk on his face. “Whatever you desire, Miss. Your wish is my command,” he teased, eyebrow quirked.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, spinning your finger at him to get him to turn around. With a cheeky grin, he turned around and knelt on one knee, bracing his hands on the floor as he lowered his head. “Just stand over my neck, and I’ll do the rest, love.”

“Right,” you muttered, gulping past the lump that had formed in your throat. God, were you really about to do this? You inhaled a deep breath and blew it out.

Grabbing the stretchy material of your skirt, you pulled it up high on your thighs, feeling the cool air on your bare behind. Taking a fortifying breath, you stepped over his bowed head, planting your bare feet on either side of it. When his hands came up and gripped your shins, you inhaled sharply, but managed not to startle at the contact. He lifted his head, sliding his hands up to take a firm grip just above your knees, and—  

Wow! His hands were so warm. Were his hands always that warm? And big? And so strong? 

Your heart skipped a beat and your lower belly fluttered with arousal. God, this is so not the time for this, you chided yourself.

John’s fingers flexed on your legs and then gripped them tighter. “Ready, love?” he husked out.

“Oh— y-yeah. Yeah. I’m ready.” 

Oh shit oh shit oh shit...!

The captain rose in one fluid motion, standing up with a little grunt. It was so fast, you yelped and grabbed onto the sides of his head, knees locking down around his neck in a vice grip. He chuckled, though it was a little breathless, and squeezed your legs to reassure you. “Easy, love! I’ve got you. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Omigod, I’m so sorry!” you said in a breathless rush, easing the tension in your legs so the poor man could breathe again. “Are you okay?”

He patted your leg, his hand landing a little higher on your thigh when it came to rest again. Your skin prickled with goosebumps. “No worries, love,” he murmured lowly. “Didn’t mind it at all.”

Did his voice just get deeper? Because it definitely sounded like it did. It was almost a fucking purr, it rumbled out so smooth. He turned his head slightly, and his beard scratched over the sensitive skin on the inside of your knee.

You shivered.

You shivered and felt a trickle of arousal slowly ooze down your fluttering channel. Shit! No-no-no, please don’t do this right now...

“Ya alright, love?”

Get your shit together, Miss! 

“Give me just a second,” you replied, trying to calm yourself down. You inhaled a deep breath, closing your eyes, and held it for a count of four, then slowly blew it out. “Okay,” you sighed. “I’m good.”

“’Atta girl,” John praised you, squeezing your leg again. “Alright, love. I’m goin’ to get you under the hatch. You just say when to stop or move, yeah?”

“Got it.”

John grinned at the determination in your voice. He knew this had to be incredibly uncomfortable for you, but you were soldiering through, regardless. He had the sudden urge to turn and kiss the inside of your knee but bit the inside of his cheek, instead. Later, he promised himself. Shifting your weight forward a little more, he moved towards the center of the lift. 

“Alright, Miss,” he said, all business now. “You tell me which way to move, so you can reach it, but don’t over-extend yourself. I don’t want you to get unbalanced.”

You looked up to see you were directly beneath the hatch, but when you reached up for the metal latch holding it in place, you felt your sense of balance shift and panicked. Locking your legs around poor Price’s head, again, you dropped your arms and grabbed onto his head for support. Luckily, you recovered quickly and released him before he passed out.

“I’m sorry, John,” you apologized, petting the top of his head like he was one of your students. You caught yourself and stopped. You seriously needed to hang out with people your own age more.

“It’s fine, love,” he chuckled, sliding his hands up higher on your thighs. “Just tell me which way I need to move.”

You looked up at the hatch, keeping your hands on his head to keep you steady. “Um, take a couple steps back.”

John backed up a couple of steps, but you ended up a little further away than you would have liked. You felt him shift beneath you and readjust his grip. His neck and shoulders were probably killing him. You glanced back up at the hatch. 

Just get the hatch open and get off this poor man’s back, Miss. 

You sighed.

Fuck it. You could reach it from here, it would just be a little bit of a stretch.

You settled yourself more firmly on his shoulders and clamped your calves onto Price’s sides. Looking up at the hatch, you stretched your arms up, your fingers just shy of reaching the handle. “Shit,” you muttered. You glanced down at the top of his head. “I’m going to have to lean up just a little to reach this. Is that okay?”

Price adjusted his grip. “I’ve got ya. Go ahead.”

You stretched your torso up, leaning slightly forward. You could feel your lower belly rubbing over the back of Price’s head and then something else rubbed against it. You pressed your lips into a thin line, determined to ignore it, but holy shit! His head was right there! For fuck’s sake...

Your fingers caught at the latch, but slipped off, and you huffed in frustration. You tried again, this time hanging on long enough to pull the latch about a quarter of the way down. “Shit!” you hissed, and Price chuckled again. Someone seemed to be having a grand old time.

“Patience, love.”

You rolled your eyes, then refocused on the task at hand. You leaned up again, this time a little higher and more forward, extremely aware of your crotch rubbing against the back of Price’s head again. You huffed out a breath and grabbed a hold of the latch, then attempted to give it a little yank, but it barely moved. “I think the latch is rusted or something. It’s moving, but it’s really stiff.”

“Do you think you can get it open?”

You peered back up at it. “Yeah, I think so.” When he nodded for you to try again, you stretched yourself up, leaning more forward, and wrapped your fingers around the latch. Price tilted his head back to look up, notching it perfectly into your crotch. You startled at the contact, hand jerking the latch as you instinctively rocked your hips away, unbalancing you both.

You heard Price grunt and clamp his hands down hard on your thighs as he staggered back a step. Your hand was yanked off the handle by the momentum, the hatch popping open with a scattering of dirt and rust. You shrieked as you felt your balance tip back, and once more locked down on Price’s head. 

Bless him.

Somehow, the captain managed to stay upright, going with the backwards momentum, and let it carry the two of into the wall. Your head connected first, and then your shoulders, your lower half shifting back and forth as Price regained his balance, steadying beneath you.

“Are ya alright, love?” he asked in a shaky voice, easing himself down to his knees, hands like vice grips on your thighs. “Just hang on, almost got ya down.”

Even after he knelt, it took you a few seconds to release the death grip your thighs had on his head. You were panting, heart pounding out of your chest. Your eyes rolled up to the ceiling and you snorted. “Hatch is open.”

Price huffed out a labored breath. “That’s good, love.”

You eased yourself off his back. When you had both feet firmly planted on the ground, Price lowered his head in relief and fell back on his bum with a sigh.

“Bloody hell...” he breathed out, rubbing the back of his neck. “Scared the bloody shite outta me, love.” He scrubbed his hand over his head, and then drew it down over his face. “If you’d been hurt, I—”

You shushed him, petting his head, again. “Hush. I’m fine.” You closed your eyes, trying to calm your breathing and settle your nerves. You were shaking like a leaf from the leftover adrenaline rush, knees trembling. You locked them so you wouldn’t slide to the floor and leaned hard against the wall, letting your head thunk back.

Price turned to look up at you, mouth open to apologize, then froze. The hem of your skirt had worked itself up until it was almost around hips, the crotch of your panties peeking out from below. His eyes drifted over the black satin material, unconsciously leaning closer. He slowly lifted his eyes to see that you were staring down at him, eyes at half-mast and lips parted. 

Bloody hell, the way you were looking at him. You looked both flustered and wanton at the same time, so needy for attention, but too afraid to ask. His sweet, sexy, oblivious girl. He would give you everything you needed, if you would allow it.

Flustered, you reached to pull down your skirt, but he caught your hand, his blue eyes glinting as they locked with yours. Head tilting, his gaze trailed back down to your panties again before sliding back up to meet yours. A little smirk played around his mouth.

“Don’t be shy now, love. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”

John’s words had your breath catching in your throat. You watched as he shifted to his knees and sat back on his heels in front of you. He brought his hands up to grasp the back of your calves, looking up at you with open lust in his eyes.

“I want to touch ya, love,” he told you plainly, his voice a gruff rasp. “Wil ya let me?”

God, what a question. This will change everything, your logical mind intoned, but your emotional self was screaming, He’s right fucking there! Do it! Say yes! 

You inhaled a shaking breath and nodded.

“You need to say it for me, love,” he chided you softly, tipping down his chin. “If you want me to touch you, tell me.”

Your dry throat clicked as you tried to swallow. Your lips parted, heart ticking up a beat. “Y-Yes... I want you to touch me. P-Please.” you whispered, an urgent note in your tone.

A different expression settled on his face at your words, something sinfully dark yet endearingly affectionate. Leaning forward, he pressed his nose into your clothed pussy as he slid his hands up to grip your hips. He raised his head to look up at you, his eyes darkened to a deeper shade of blue, his pupils large and glassy black. His expression left no doubt to what his intentions were with you, but he was silently giving you an out, if you wanted it.

Since he didn’t speak, neither did you. Instead, you sighed out a shuddering breath and rolled your hips, pushing your covered sex right into his face. His grip clamped onto your hips as his eyes rolled shut, and he groaned into your crotch.

The vibration made your clit hum with energy, the sensation buzzing all the way up to your brain and tightening your scalp. Goosebumps rose over the entirety of your body and your gut dropped in a devastating fell swoop. A positively filthy moan oozed past your lips as you raked your fingers over the top of his head, crooking them to hold him in place. Your eyes rolled up and slid shut, your mouth falling open as you slumped back against the wall.

John nuzzled his face into your crotch, grazing his teeth over your mound, then hooked his thumbs under the narrow, satin strings at your hips. He peered up at you, pressing a kiss above your mons before sliding the panties down your legs to expose your sex. He moaned at the sight, his posture going slack.

“Bloody hell, love,” he sighed, his expression almost wistful. He stroked over your damp folds with the backs of his fingers. “Such a pretty little thing.” The corner of his mouth tugged up when you whimpered. “Prettier than I ever imagined, and I thought about it. A lot.”

He slowly smeared your slick over your swollen lips with his thumb, teasingly soft, never once slipping in between the delicate folds. “I thought about how pretty it would be,” he murmured, tracing a feather-light finger over the slit. “Thought about how sweet it would smell.” He grazed his nose right above your clit. “An’ bloody hell, it made my mouth water to think about how fuckin’ good you’d taste.” A rumbling hum poured out of his throat as he mouthed at your wet folds, running a flat tongue up its seam.

He had been holding you in place this whole time, not letting your hips move, keeping you from grinding into his face. He had yet to breach your folds, and you were trembling in his grasp. He slanted a glance up at you. “Tell me, love. Would you like me to make ya cum on my tongue?” he asked, mild and teasing. He brushed a knuckle against your clit, smirking when your hips bucked, and you gasped out a little cry. “Be a good girl and tell me what ya want. sweetheart. Hmm?” 

The gentle authority in his voice worked like a balm for your brain, even as it set your core on fire. There was so much confidence and competence in his tone. That tone told you that this was a man who knew what he was doing and how to do it well, a man who would always deliver and leave you satisfied. There was no doubt in his mind that he could take care of you and give you just what you needed.

And all you had to do was be a good girl and ask.

You felt a warm rush of arousal coat your walls as you tried to roll your hips in a futile attempt to reach his mouth. “Please, John...” you begged in a plaintive whisper.

He planted soft kisses on the inside of your thighs, pausing before he pressed a kiss over your clit to rasp out, “Tell me what you want, sweetheart, an’ I promise you’ll have it.”

You whimpered and gripped his head. “Your tongue... Please, John. Make me cum.”

The expression on his face was wrecked. “Fuckin’ hell, love,” he moaned, swiping his tongue up your slit. “Any bloody thing ya want.”

And then, without further ado, he buried his face in your cunt.

You choked on your breath, eyes going wide as his tongue ran up through your folds in a fast, hot streak before his lips latched onto your clit. “Ha-ahh— fuck!” you cried out, back curling over his head.

John chuckled into your pussy, and, damn, if your knees didn’t buckle. If not for his hands holding you against the wall, you would have dropped like a stone. You darted your eyes down as you tried to brace your knees again, only to find him already looking up at you, a smug, amused light in his eyes. He swirled his tongue around your clit and wobbled your knees again, smirking into your folds when you had to grab his shoulders for support. You huffed out a surprised breath, panting out a little mewl. He then did it again, rolling his tongue over the nub like a piece of hard candy. And then winked at you.

He... 

Bloody winked at you...

With his face still buried in your pussy.

You groaned as you felt a hard pulse of arousal flow down your channel, knowing the instant John became aware of it, too. He hummed a growl and slid his lips off your clit to mouth at your soaked entrance, dipping his tongue in for more.

“Ah, John...!” you gasped out, your hands seizing his head, hips canting up to meet his mouth.

You felt like you were going to pass out. Or explode. Explosion seemed more likely as you felt his fingers slide up the inside of your thigh to graze over your soft lower lips. His tongue slithered back up to your clit as he slipped two fingers through your folds, stroking your entrance before sinking the thick digits into your pulsing channel.

Your head banged back against the wall as you felt your core quiver and tighten. This was not going to be one of those slow and easy orgasms, like the ones you were used to giving yourself. No, this felt like he was going to drag this climax out of you kicking and screaming. You were clenching down so hard around his fingers, and he was still attacking your clit, winding you up to the point of breaking. You felt your thighs begin to tremble and then shake as the pressure in your core red-lined.

John slid his hand back, felt the first spasms in your channel and crooked his fingers, stroking them inside you until he hit that little spongy spot that sent a shudder through your entire body. You cried out and clutched at his head, which only made him redouble his efforts. Hand working between your thighs, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.

Your vision went watery, and a high-pitched ringing filled your ears. Your orgasm really was like an explosion, like a bomb set off in the ocean, sending ripples of near-brutal pleasure ripping through your core. You drenched his face in your release, unaware of the filthy groan he breathed into your folds, already too far gone. 

John leaned back, chest heaving, a vicious smile on his face. “That’s my girl!” he growled and lunged back in.

Everything blurred.

How he dragged an orgasm out that long, you will never know, but by the time he finished with you, you were only upright by the grace of John. He eased you gently down the wall, pulling your legs around his hips to settle you over his spread thighs. He held you to his chest as he rubbed his hands over your back in soothing circles, letting you come down at your own pace. You were heaving for breath, panting against his neck, little aftershocks making your muscles spasm every now and then.

You felt dazed— hell, maybe even a little traumatized. Your reality had just been turned up on its head in the span of a few enlightening minutes, and you were having a hard time catching up. You had known this man for over a year, thought you knew his true nature. This sweet, warm, teddy bear of a man had just made you cum hard enough to make your ears ring. This mild-mannered gentleman had just rocked you to your very foundations. My god, if that’s how he eats pussy, imagine how he must fuck...

You lifted your head slowly from his chest, leaning back to stare at John. His eyes met yours, just as kind and soft as they ever were, but still blown wide and smoldering with lust. You could smell your arousal on his skin, on his breath, and damn, that did it for you. You slid your hands up to cup his face. 

“Love, what’s—?”

You darted your head forward and kissed him, catching him by surprise, but the captain quickly adapted to the situation. Arms tightening around you, he pulled you closer with a pleased growl, tilting his head to lean into the kiss. It shouldn’t have surprised you at all that he was good at kissing, too, not after what he had just shown you he could do with his tongue, but the man had you floating. You were panting for him again in no time, moaning and gasping into his mouth as he held onto your rolling hips.

“Bloody hell, love,” John gasped against your mouth, eyes pinched shut. “If ya don’t want this to go any further— ah, shite...” he choked out when you rolled your hips down and began to grind against him. “Love, listen to me. I— “

“John, you back out on me right now, I might just have to hurt you.” You said this to him with the utmost sincerity.

His brows ticked up, surprised, then he huffed a laugh, a pleased smile spreading across his face. “Copy that, love. Read ya loud an’ clear,” he drawled, capturing your mouth in another heart-stopping kiss.

He took your arms and wrapped them around his neck, then moved his hands from your back to the front of his trousers. You heard the muffled jingle of his belt and the hiss of his zipper, and your heart ticked up another beat. You were trembling with anticipation, huffing out a short breath when you heard him rumble out a sigh, relieved. You glanced down between your bodies to see his length bobbing between you, the swollen tip dark red and leaking. Moaning, you closed your eyes and raised your head until your lips were on his again.

“Want you inside me,” you breathed into his mouth, and you felt his breath hitch in his chest. Your pussy literally quivered when he slid his cock against your folds the first time. “Oh, my god... John, that...” 

“Shh. I know, love. That’s it. That’s a good girl,” he cooed into your ear. “Just hang on to me, yeah? I’ve got you.”

You felt his hands under your ass, gripping it tight. He lifted you up enough to notch his cock at your entrance, and then captured your lips with his before he sheathed himself to the hilt inside your walls with one fluid thrust of his hips.

He swallowed your small cry of surprise, drinking down the subsequent whimpers and gasps as he began to rock inside you. You clung to his shoulders, rolling your hips to meet him, letting your head fall back and closing your eyes to simply feel him.

John couldn’t resist the temptation and latched his lips onto the column of your throat, his beard scratching the sensitive skin and sending shivers racing down your back as he sucked his mark into your neck. He bit the edge of your turtleneck and pulled it down to leave another mark, making you gasp and clutch at his head.

He groaned into your skin and moved his hands to your back, shifting his weight to his knees to lay you back on the floor of the lift without missing a stroke. His warm hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled your leg up onto his shoulder. deepening his strokes as he leaned over you. You stared up at him, eyes gone lazy and dazed with arousal, your red, swollen lips parted, and cheeks flushed.

“Fuck, yer so beautiful,” he husked out, breaths heaving as his thrusts began to stutter. “Wanted ya for so long, love. Always on my bloody mind.” He gave a hard thrust, making you cry out. His eyes were darting over your face, drinking you in as you fell apart. “An’ ya feel so bloody good,” he grunted, with another hard thrust.

Your cry wavered as your walls began to squeeze and pulse around his cock. He dropped his head and growled, then pinned your other thigh to the floor, holding you open as he pistoned his hips between your thighs. “Fuck, right there,” he hissed to himself, hitting a spot deep inside you that made you convulse around him. His head snapped up to watch your face as you began to spasm around him. “Yesss, love, that’s it. Be a good girl an’ come for me,” he coaxed, making sure to hit that spot again and again until you finally shattered.

Everything seemed to tense up at once, your body locking into place as your climax rolled through you. It stunned you when it hit and then dragged you under, like a wave crashing against the shore and receding, pulling you far out to sea.

John hissed a curse, the way you felt around him as you came more than he could bear. With a frustrated growl, he pulled himself out, his release decorating your folds and quivering inner thighs. He watched your cunt flutter and spasm for him, a sense of deep satisfaction and pride swelling in his chest, even as he gathered you up in his arms.

He peered down at you, your eyes dazed, a blissed-out expression on your face, and knew he was done for, that he had been all along. He couldn’t deny it, even if he tried. You were it for him, and that’s just all there was to it.

“Hey, love,” he murmured, stroking his thumb over your chin. “Are ya with me?”

You blinked, sleepy and slow, then breathed out a sigh. A lazy smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Mm-hm. No place I’d rather be.”

John huffed a laugh. “Under the circumstances, that’s quite the compliment, love.”

You hummed, lifting your head to place a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. “Just stating facts, Captain.”

His eyes softened. “Good. ‘Cause that’s where I want you to be. With me.”

Your smile was sublime. “Then that’s where I’ll be.” You then gave him a teasing little smile. “Even after we get out of here.”

John chuckled as he pressed his lips to yours. “You’ve made me a very happy man, Miss,” he murmured against your lips, then smirked, “But Mrs. Kelsey is never goin’ to forgive ya for this.”

And the captain was right. 

That mean old bird still won’t talk to you.

It’s been two years.

(Notes: @mirthlxss you asked for it lol. Hope you like. (((hugs))) )

[feelgoodinct]

nsfw. price who takes pride in how well he takes care of his missus. it’s your world and he’s just living in it baby!

there’s not a day that goes by where you aren’t fucked and fed properly. will go to great lengths to make your life as easy as possible, which includes being selfless. which is why when he goes on long work trips he’ll ask one of the boys to take good care of you until he gets back. preferably simon; johnny is much too eager, and gaz is too much of a sweetheart to rough you up just how you like. he can’t bare the thought of having his girl waking up to an empty bed. which why he’ll leave simon with the keys to your home and a heavy pat on the back.

“I’ll be back in a few days. keep her entertained for me, will ya? if she starts getting fussy just means she’s due for a proper fucking. she’s a restless little thing. take good care of her now, yeah? I’ll be expecting updates.”

[devil-in-hiding]

the men finding farmer!reader awake earlier than you usually are one morning, scribbling in a little notebook at the kitchen table, eyes darting between your words and the calendar on the wall

“good morning, there’s tea on the stove and toast on the counter.” you greet, voice soft and tired and Price rolls his eyes.

(once you start warming up to them and allowing them to help more, they grill you about working yourself to exhaustion)

“Thought you promised to take it easy this morning.” He mutters, giving Grimes a scratch behind the ears as he goes to grab a mug. He feels Ghost squeeze by behind him, hands warm on his lower back as he pours his tea.

“I’m making a schedule Price.” You yawn, shooing Soap away he tries to snatch the last bite of eggs of your plate. “Hey!” You snap, slapping his hand. Soap looks at you as though you beat him. “Not even a little bite?”

“Make your own, you don’t even like my eggs-“

“Aye! All I said that mornin’ was they was runny!” He whines, and Ghost lightly shoves him away, stealing the seat closest to you.

“What kind of schedule hm?” He questions, trying to peer down at the paper.

“Breeding season.”

Gaz chokes on a piece of toast, Soap slapping his back quickly. Ghost’s fork clatters back onto his plate and Price freezes, only to curse when scalding tea cascades over the side of his mug and down his hand.

You watch, brow raised, as they compose themselves.

“Breeding season?” Soap asks weakly, voice tight and you look between them, tilting your head.

“Yeah…? For the animals…?” You say slowly, and they let out a synchronised groan, Price running a hand over his face.

“Christ love, learn how to phrase shit yeah?”

“What? What do you mean? It’s breeding season!”

“Lass please-“

[empresskylo]

ghost knows he’s too rough and impatient with sex. knows he won’t know how to please you properly. knows he can’t possibly do things right with you, knowing you’ve never done this before. but god, he wants to. he wants to treat you how you deserve. never thought he’d be so desperate to fuck someone good and slow like he does with you.

so he goes to price. the one man who will know all the right ways to please a lady properly. asks him to show him how to take care of you. tells him he doesn't know how to care for someone else's needs, at least with someone inexperienced like you. tells him he needs to be instructed. to see just how he should work you.

you’re nervous at first, thinking it’s an absolutely insane idea, but you can’t hide the wetness along your panties as you sit on ghost’s lap, back pressed against his chest, legs spread, his knuckle dragging down your warmth. price sits back in his chair, telling ghost exactly how to move his fingers, paying close attention to your body's minuscule movements, the way your brows furrow when ghost moves a certain way, or your eyelashes fluttering.

and this was supposed to be a strictly hands-off approach… but god, watching ghost fumble, unable to maintain the slow speed you need, keeping you from reaching your orgasm, has price on edge. he leans forward, rolling his chair with him, and tells ghost to stop. tells him to watch and to pay close attention. price tears your panties off and your eyes go wide at the contact. you swallow, expecting ghost to be furious, but his hands only settle around you and he takes notes as he watches his captain work.

price runs his thumb up your slit, circling your nub, and tells ghost to hold your thighs apart when you unconsciously try to clench them. then his finger is sinking into you and your head falls back against ghost's chest, eyes shut. you moan and you feel ghost harden beneath you. “how’s that feel, sweetheart?” price asks you. you babble out incoherently, price adding a second finger, and chuckling darkly at your response.

it becomes too much, his fingers thrusting in and out of you, his other hand rubbing your clit, ghost's fingers digging into the softness of your thighs as he forces them apart. “ohmygod,” you slur, “m’gonna—“ price smirks, his eyes darkening as he watches you orgasm, your body clenching around his fingers shoved deep in your heat. "talk her through it," price tells ghost. so ghost does. you're shaking still and ghost rubs his hands over your exposed skin. "that's it, baby. you're doin' s'good," he praises.

"whata fuckin' sight," price mumbles to himself, his fingers leaving you empty. you steady your breathing, coming down from your high, completely limp in ghost's arms. price can see the way ghost's eyes have gone dark, his pupils swallowing his irises whole. knows ghost doesn't know how to be soft. sees the feral need to ram himself into you overtaking his features. "gonna take it slow with her, yeah?" price asks.

ghost breathes rapidly out, his hips begging to buck up against you. he knows he wouldn't be able to control himself if you let him fuck you. so he answers honestly. "not sure I'd be able to."

price tsks, sitting back in thought, his eyes roving over your spent body. you suddenly feel shy, wanting to close your legs, but ghost's arms tighten on you. "need me t'break her in?" price finally asks after several long beats of silence.

ghost grinds up against you, his hand sliding into your hair and pulling your head to the side so he can kiss your neck. your eyes flutter at his attempts to be so delicate with you. "want the captain here to be your first time, love?" ghost asks against your skin. you stutter when you answer. "don't you want to be?" "course I do. but I won't go easy on ya. I'd hate to ruin you, sweet girl. price will take it nice n' slow. just like you need." and after, you'll be ready to take ghost. ready to adjust to his size.

you swallow hard, ghost's hands escaping and clawing at your clothed chest. you nod. "o-okay."

price stands from his chair and begins to undo his belt. "come sit on my desk, sweetheart."

cod masterlist

[konigsblog]

P!LINK COD MWII MASTERLIST (🌽)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. STRICTLY 18+. ALL MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

BEWARE: DARKER THEMES BELOW.

PHOTO CREDIT: GLUTT_R ON 🐦/X

KÖNIG

somnophilia with pervert!könig

taking kidnapper!könig for the first time

size difference with petite!reader and könig

“just the tip, könig.” with loser!könig

loser!könig who loses control (breeding kink)

being groped by kidnapper!könig (hole inspection)

forced breeding with pervert!könig

hope inspection with older boyfriend!könig

virginity loss with könig (virgin!reader)

letting virgin!könig use your body (virginity loss)

raped and recorded by könig

entertainment for kidnapper!könig (non-con)

raped in public by rapist!könig

incel!könig making porn for his online girlfriend

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

punishments with brat!reader and simon riley (brat taming)

relaxing simon riley with your pussy

‘obedience’ with simon riley

stepbrother!simon riley and his best friends

humping your stepfather's bulge

car sex with stepbro!simon riley

rough dom!simon riley and his fuck doll

being manhandled by your stepbrother

raped by kidnapper!simon

being filled by simon riley (breeding kink)

hole inspection with simon riley

cock worship with older boyfriend!simon

rough dom!simon x brat!reader (brat taming)

punishments with stepfather!simon

having your attitude fixed by your lieutenant

semi-clothed sex with pervert!simon

raped for intel by lieutenant!simon

JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

pervert!soap x milf!reader (morning sex)

“just the tip, i promise.” with stepbro!soap

your needy stepbro attempting to distract you

rough dom!stepbro!soap punishing you

playful!stepbro!soap and his virgin stepsister virginity loss

stepbro!soap eating you out

cuddling fucking with stepbro!soap

drunken sex with loser!soap

“fuck, don’t stop, bonnie...” handjobs with soap

being fingered by stepbro!soap

mutual masturbation with soap

stepson!soap with stepmom!reader

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

shower sex with pervert!gaz

the type of videos gym bro!gaz sends you

riding gaz in your new lingerie

the result of getting high with stepbro!gaz

having your insides rearranged by gaz

riding gaz for the first time

“don’t pull out!” with pervert!gaz

sucking off gaz for the first time (inexperienced!reader)

letting virgin!gaz play with your cunt while you're high

treating soft!gaz to a handjob after his deployment

virgin!reader fucking themselves back on gaz

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

being eaten out by john price (1)

being eaten out by john price (2)

morning sex with older boyfriend!price

spit play with older boyfriend!price

morning sex with sugar daddy!price

being eaten out by sugar daddy!price

manhandled by price

making out with price

stepdad!price and his slutty, daft stepdaughter

[bejeweledblondie]

When I tell you I was pissing my pants laughing at this.

“This wallpaper is so cute, we could live here” ME IN A NUTSHELL I have ADHD (I’m medicated for it) but when I’m off it this is me 😭

[deunmiu-dessie]

𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 23 c.o.d men rambles with nsfw visuals (p-links) ♡

featuring!— kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘captain’ price, phillip graves, könig, vladimir makarov! ♡

₁ 𐙚 imagine fucking john doggy style, and he’s jus’ so horny for you so you guys don't even make it to the bed :( he tosses you onto the couch and lifts your ass into the air, his thick, meaty cock bruising your insides. then he grips your hair and bends you back to slant his lips over yours in a messy kiss 😖

₂ 𐙚 having a sloppy make-out session with gaz when he gets back from a mission. sucking on his tongue and whimpering into his mouth while his big hands run up and down your thighs and ass. gaz always gets you so needy and wet before he dicks you down, having tears streaming down your face and thighs trembling :((

₃ 𐙚 soap fucking his cum back into your swollen pussy while whining and whimpering, promising to get you pregnant; thick and hard at the thought of you round with his kids. he pumps your pussy to the brim with his cum that night, til it drips down your thighs.

₄ 𐙚 gaz loves to record the two of you having sex, and loves to send it to the 141 group chat. loves to show off his pretty girl whose pussy takes his big cock so well :( loves to show them how well you moan and beg, loves to show them your fucked out face, loves the way the team goes feral as you moan their names with bleary eyes and drool spilling down your chin. loves to show them that regardless, you're his.

₅ 𐙚 simon using your pussy as a cumdump... literally, when you act like a brat. he'll have you lay naked across the bed, hand fisting his cock as gazes at your tits, your needy cunt drooling and clenching. he'll watch as you cry and beg for him to fuck you, your wrists bound together and tied to the headboard. then he'll press his thick tip into your pussy and spill himself inside. brats don't get to cum, as he likes to say— sorry :(

₆ 𐙚 kyle 'will overstimulate you while pussydrunk' garrick. baby gaz just loves the taste of your pussy, especially after going so long without it :( you're so warm and sweet, needy and sobbing-- and he's missed the feel of your thick thighs wrapped around his head, missed the feeling of your hands running through his hair. so, just let him enjoy his meal.

₇ 𐙚 needy soap who swears he'll just rock against your panties, his thick cock nudging your fattened clit which presses eagerly against the pre-cum soaked fabric. soap who moves your panties to the side and shushes you with a kiss to your lips, swearing he'll just thrust against you; thumb brushing against your bundle of nerves. soap who loses himself in the moment, gripping your thighs and looking at you with pleading eyes, swearing he'll only use the tip, thick, bulbous head already stretching your pussy. 🥺

₈ 𐙚 after you had the baby, john can't stop thinking about seeing you swollen and round again, with your breasts heavy, and thighs thick. john who breeds your pussy at any moment he can. whether it be with you bent over the counter and cooking dinner, with you sleep; your pussy warm and welcoming, or even in the shower, your milk-heavy tits pressed against the shower door. ( bonus )

₉ 𐙚 makarov who finally gives in to your pleading demands, his hands rough as he forces you onto the bed, yanking down your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. his gaze is cold and calculating, even a bit annoyed. makarov who snatches the loli from your mouth, running it up your slick pussy before pushing it in. "Это то, что вы хотели, да?"

₁₀ 𐙚 he makes sure to fuck you well before he leaves on a mission, his thick cock bullying your slick cunt full of his cum. gaz makes sure you know who your pussy belongs to, makes sure he has your thighs trembling in his arms as he fucks you against the shower wall.

₁₁ 𐙚 simon loves to watch you ride him, loves to have your tits in his face, taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. loves to hear you whine that your cumming for the fifth time, loves to watch as his abdomen becomes sticky with your creamy cum. loves watching your lips tremble and your eyes water as he thrusts sharply into you, knocking on your cervix and bruising it.

₁₂ 𐙚 having sex with gaz always overstimulates you in every sense of the word and not just with your body. gaz loves to watch you fall apart on his cock, loves to grab your chin and keep your eyes locked with his, loves to watch your gaze get bleary and your mouth struggle to form words all while his hand moves in quick figure eights on your clit, cock spearing through you deliciously. gaz will press kisses to your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth. "on me, luv. le' me see those gorgeous eyes."

₁₃ 𐙚 price loves to suck on your tits, while his cock slowly pumps in and out of you. loves to bury his face into the valley, placing kisses and sucking hickies. john price sucks on your nipples like a man starved, thick hands squeezing and kneading :(

₁₄ 𐙚 imagine getting punished by boyfriend graves because you fucked up during a mission, the objective getting away. he tells everyone to leave the room, glaring eyes stuck on yours. graves who orders you to strip, pushing you down against a busted couch, yanking down your combat pants, and tearing your panties. graves who angrily unzips himself, as you blubber and plead, pussy leaking and ready. he watches as your pussy struggles to take his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you apologize repeatedly. "don't want to fucking hear it, sergeant."

₁₅ 𐙚 gaz fucking you into the bed after he gets home from a mission gone awry. soft lover gaz who just can't be his usual giving self. gaz who takes what he needs from you, regardless of the tears that stream down our face.

₁₆ 𐙚 könig, all needy can't help but fuck your thighs, whimpering and whining :(

₁₇ 𐙚 having a threesome with soap and gaz; who can't help but record as soap practically makes love to you with his eyes. gaz who could care less as you forget all about his cock, breathing heavily as he watches as your pussy struggles to swallow soap's cock. gaz who sends the video to the 141 group chat.

₁₈ 𐙚 imagine makarov sharing your pussy with yuri as a reward to the man. makarov who guides your mouth over his cock, all while sipping on his alcohol; yuri fucking into your pussy needily, grunting and groaning as you squeeze around him.

₁₉ 𐙚 100 percent believe this is how gaz and soap eat you out, prove me wrong. i'll wait. ( bonus: since soap made you cum first, you granted his wish. )

₂₀ 𐙚 john overstimulating you while whispering how much of a good girl you are, slapping at your thighs when you cringe away from him, his thick fingers finding your clit again. john who fucks into ravenously, cooing as you shudder and buck against him.

₂₁ 𐙚 graves finally puts your smart mouth to work, shoving his thick length down your throat. graves angrily saying your pussy isn't good enough for his cock. his words, not mine.

₂₂ 𐙚 angry sex with toxic gaz, who swears no one will ever fuck you as good as he will. who tells you that you belong to him, that you were made for each other, that you won't leave him. who fucks you dumb until you promise to stay.

₂₃ 𐙚 soap swears he won't cum inside you...

spent hours scrolling through twitter porn, help me.😔

[codnasties]

size kink w/price 🚬 (🌽 link)

john price is big, like have you seen the man? he's tall, beefy, and covered in powerful muscles built from years in the military, strong arms and thick thighs. huge overall. and small you, little thing, doesn't even matter if you are tall or short, skinny or chubby, because anything compared to him is small, you don't stand a chance against him and his strength.

he doesn't realise at first, but there's certain things that make him feel strong and powerfull compared to you and like he needs to protect you: standing behind you in the kitchen to grab something you were trying to get from the top shelf, how big his hand is compared to yours or how small you look in his shirts.

and oh those shirts are the worst ones, they completely dwarf you and just show his sheer size. let's say that was the full awakening for his size kink and the last straw for him, after that he just manhandled you, threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the bedroom.

once he had you in bed he just lifted that shirt to expose the lace panties you were wearing underneath, pulled those to the side, while laying one of his strong arms next to your head, supporting himself and fully engulfing your small frame under his, and dipped his fingers into your already wet middle.

and since he you were already wet and ready to take him, he just pushed himself into you, feeling your tight walls trying to fit his cock while also seeing it in your lower stomach once he was balls deep.

god does he love to rearrange your fucking insides.

[dumbbitchgalore]

John Price is a muncher.

And that is a fact.

Old Man!Price on the other hand is a devourer.

This man has got so much practice under his belt that he has no reason to boast about his sex life and skill to anyone. So when you decide to give him a chance seemingly bored with the recurring playboys that you're dated coupled with your inclination for older men, Price didn't seem like a bad option.

Sure he's given up trying to dye his hair, letting the grey strands sprout from his head and beard, and he's developed a pudgy body that puts he's once muscular physique and brute strength to shame but he makes that all up with his skill.

Old habits die hard, and John's thirst to satisfy a willing vunt has never really been satiated in his life time. And your obedient cunt makes his addiction ten times worse than it was.

You'll be squealing under him, begging, pleading for a break but his hold on you never lets up.

John will simply chuckle, stuff his nose into your sopping, warm pussy, inhaling the scent like it was a god-mandated order only for him to go back to lapping at your cunt like the bastard he is.

He won't let go, not until he's had his fill.

[starsofang]

Price loves his sweet wife, all smile and charm, all pretty and wits. But oh, does he love when she gets mad.

He doesn’t mean to get you riled up, but he also doesn’t mean for his pants to get all tight and uncomfortable when it happens. He doesn’t mean a lot of things, actually—just like how he didn’t mean it when he told you about an old broad that made numerous attempts to sweeten him up down at the bar his crew often resided.

There was no broad, nor was there anything but drunken laughter shared with his men.

But the sight of you, his precious wife, spouting out annoyed curses, rolling your pretty eyes until they nearly fell out your head, yapping on about how you’ll happily stomp that bitch in the curb the next time you see her? It’s like injecting him with a poison that had his dick growing so hard in his pants he could feel its own pulse.

Price had already married you, practically got on one knee to pop the question the moment you two met, but seeing that nasty side of you stirred something sinister in him. Naturally, he did everything he could to lure it out just to ease the aching need he had for you.

Sex with you was already spellbinding, but when you were flushed hot with bitter jealousy, pretty hands pressed firm against his chest as you slammed your hips down on his weeping cock in a repetitive motion was a sight he wished he could frame forever.

He’d never tell you that most (all) times, he was only telling you little, white lies to get your rage pumping. It was his dirty secret.

You certainly never seemed to mind taking it out on him, which was exactly the goal. Hell, you even let him paint your walls pearly white as an apology for getting so worked up, something so utterly rewarding to him.

He loved this calm life with you. Wouldn’t change a thing about it. But the occasional angry wife, spitting burning fire and only egging him on? Yeah, that was something he didn’t mind becoming a routine, so long as his cock was the thing you were using as your release.

[blond3ang3l]

I don’t agree with cheating at all..

But like imagine neighbor! Price, he knows your husband and isn’t that big of a fan of him at all. Leaving you alone for days on end for “business trips”. Price knew that’s not what he was doing. Your husband was a damn junkie. Running up all you guys money on coke and bottles at clubs.

He had seen him while off duty at a club with Gaz and Nikolai. Blowing your money, the money he had spent without your knowledge, on strippers and the several bottles he had bought in the club.

Price being be good neighbor he was had told you. He felt bad when he saw how your heart practically shattered. You were tearing up and ended up crying into his chest. He brought you back into your house where he stayed with you the entire time. Your tears for your husband was soon replaced with tears for John as he had you splayed out on his lap.

“I know baby, I know. Feels good yeah?”

You could barely get your words out as he rubbed your clit for what seemed like forever while he had you propped up on his lap. Tears pouring down your cheeks as you felt your fourth orgasm hit you.

“So good for me doll, let’s make sure you feel real nice now, yeah?..”💭🎀

[devil-in-hiding]

okay we talk a lot about how mean and tough and what bullies the 141 would be in the bedroom

but can we have some goofy moments please

Simon having to collapse face down onto the bed because his legs have locked up from his orgasm, shoulders shaking from his muffled laughter as he tries to regain control of his limbs and breathing “fuckin hell love, milked me fuckin dry, jesus” reaching over, giving your ass an appreciative pat, grinning when your gorgeous laughter reaches his ears

Johnny just about knocking the two of you out in his hurry to pull you up for a kiss, hips never stopping as he groans, nudging his nose against yours as he grunts out a “sorry baby, moved ye too fast”, he is the king of accidentally falling off the bed whilst changing positions

Kyle who is a sweaty, panting mess and absolutely drops his body weight ontop of you once his energy has throughly been drained, only moving when you start to whine that he’s too heavy, “you’re on my hair kyle! ugh get off you’re so gross!” “mmm you still think i’m pretty though… god okay okay i’m going!”

John who bends your leg to far back and spends the better part of 15 minutes apologizing, massaging the muscle out for you as he stretches your leg, pressing little kisses along your ankle and calf. “i’m sorry pretty, didn’t mean to hurt my sweet girl..” trailing kisses up your thighs, meeting your eyes as he presses a sloppy little kiss to your clit

[soapssuds]

+18, smut, mdni, f!reader, etc.

pt 2

In your past relationships, your partners had made it clear that they weren't interested in anything else but their own pleasure and even went as far as showing a look of disgust when you would suggest them touching you back.

In response to this, you would always end things rather quickly. A look of hurt crossing your features as you wondered if anyone would ever actually want to touch you sexually or if maybe you just weren't worth the trouble.

Though, your current boyfriend, would always put those thoughts to rest. At first, you were skeptical with dating him. A little nervous because you didn't want this to end up like all the other relationships you had.

Especially when everything started to move forward and he had you sitting close next to him. His fingers playing with the zipper to your jeans.

"J- john?"

You all but whispered against his lips as he brought his head away, "what is it, sweet girl?"

You could feel your face heat up when you felt him pop open the button and pull the zipper down all while keeping eye contact with you.

"What- what are you doing?"

He quirked an eyebrow, "what? Never did this before?"

You shook your head, "i have some experience, but... well, my previous partners never really wanted to... put their fingers in or use their mouth, so uhm-"

It was embarrassing to say, too embarrassing, in fact, it made you want to dig a hole and crawl into it. But John wasn't letting you get away.

You yelped a little when you felt his hand dip beneath he waistband of your jeans and panties. His fingers lightly tracing your slickening folds.

"Like this?"

When he asked the question, he dipped a finger into your cunt. Your walls immediately clenching around his deft digit, making you squirm. Your squirming doing little help as your clit bumped into the palm of his hand, making your face even hotter than it was before.

You couldn't focus, even when he started to slowly pump his finger, even curling it slightly to hit a spot you didn't even know you had causing you to let out a loud moan.

"Asked you a question, sweetheart."

You panted slightly as he added a second finger, the stretch causing you to keen as you felt him rub and caress at your inner walls, watching as you try to quiet your moans.

"Mmm ahh, ye-yeah, like that," your words came out shaky as you gripped his wrist to steady yourself.

He chuckled softly, "wonder if you'll be able to speak once I get you to sit on my face."

[mimisplayground]

Ghost who makes you sit in the truck while he hunts, grunts while dragging a deer back with him after a few hours of you sitting around on your phone trying to do anything with the poor cell service.

Manhandles you into the backseat and makes quick work of having his burly hands wrapped around your ankles as he pounds into you hard. Doesn’t let you cum at all either, slapping your thigh when you get too whiny for his liking. Cums deep inside of you and then plops you back into the passenger side and drives you back home.

Drops you at John Price’s house with a harsh slap to your ass with a grunted out “brought yer missus back” before stalking back to his truck.

At least you know your husband will take care of you in your needy state.

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