#john call of duty

[scoobywrites690]

Do you think you could add onto the peeping tom's scenario pretty please??? Like the rest of the 141 tf joining in 🥺

cw: oral (c) receiving, multiple men, penetration First part

The next time John fucks you in his office, you aren’t surprised when a pair of rough calloused hands that don’t below to John grab onto your tits. Hard and rough as they run over the delicate skin of your chest, leaving goosebumps as they travel.

The perky mounds of your nipples stand hard and pebbled as you puff out your chest, in hopes to receive the attention they so desperately want and need from the rugged Scotsman towering over you.

The flick of his fingers against your nipple has your body jolting in surprise, his fingers rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers pinching and tugging before letting go, to replace the roughness of his fingers with the warmth of his mouth, caressing the hardened peaks of your nipples with his tongue. Lapping around them in slow circles making sure to slobber all over them as he goes. 

The suck and flick of his tongue has you squirming underneath him, all whilst John continues to drill into your sopping cunt stretching your tight little hole out around his thick throbbing cock. With hands firmly placed on your hips he pulls you down onto his cock, balls slapping against your ass as he tugs you down over and over and over again to meet his brutal thrusts. His weeping tip kissing the entrance of your cervix with each pump of his hips.

Out of the corner of your eye you catch someone moving to stand next to you, before they’re reaching out to tug your face to the side. Dragging your eyes away from the scene in front of you to be met with the throbbing tip of another teammate, the salty taste of pre cum coats your lips as his hand grasps the back of your head, forcing his cock past the barrier of your lips straight into your awaiting mouth.

The stretch of your mouth around his size has your jaw aching as he forces himself down your throat, his tip kissing the back of your throat, making your choke around him. His piercing gaze holds your from behind his ski mask as you sputter and gag around him as he pulls your head up and down his length, from base to tip fucking your face with his cock as drool spills from the sides of your mouth dribbling down onto your chin. 

It's not until he pulls out that you’re able to take a full breath of air, rushing to fill your lungs as you struggle to catch your breath, but it’s short lived when your head is jerked to the other side and the dripping tip of the Scotsman is now bullying its way into your mouth. He’s not as long as the previous guy but he’s just as thick so even with your jaw slacked it’s still a stretch to fit him in there. Your tongue runs along the underneath of his heavy cock, thick and hard against your tongue as you run over every vein.

He pushes you down all the way to the hilt, shoving his cock down your throat and holding you there until you gag around him before pulling you off and turning you towards the waiting cock on the other side in one swift motion. Taking it in turns to stuff your mouth.

With John penetrating your tight cunt and your mouth being shared between two fat cocks you’re surprised you haven’t passed out. Your nerves are on the edge of overstimulation as you hurdle towards your approaching orgasm. But it’s the sudden warm wet mouth latching onto your clit that has your cunt clamping around John’s cock. You’re just able to see the short clipped hair of Gaz before your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. 

His tongue circles your clit, flicking the bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth. If your body wasn’t close to exploding earlier then it most definitely is now. Your legs shake and your body jerks as you cum around John’s cock, gushing around him as you continue to shake and twitch.

John soon follows, spurting thick ropes of cum deep inside of you making sure to keep himself plugged inside so nothing seeps out. Hot sticky cum soon coats your face as one finishes the other finishing inside your mouth, cumming deep down your throat making you swallow the lot. Gaz finishes last as he tugs desperately at his cock, the sight of you fucked senseless and covered in cum has him shooting all over your tits, covering them in sticky ropes of his cum.

Enjoy my lovelies <3

[robinisnotavailable]

TikTokers are such pussies when it comes to ships. “B-but they’re not canon 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😖😖” honey back in my day we shipped characters from entirely different medias uphill both ways in the snow

[z-nth]

"how long have you been standing there?"

[shinoko-oshi]

Simon fixes your sleep schedule

Simon hadn’t realized just how fucked your sleep schedule was until he moved in with you. His birdie.

Waking up in the middle of the night or at the ass crack of dawn only to find you curled up on the couch, blanket wrapped around you, phone in hand, eyes barely open. Sometimes, you’d be watching a show, other times scrolling mindlessly, and on rare occasions, half-asleep but refusing to actually get up and go to bed.

And then, without fail, you’d spend the next day complaining about how tired you were. You’d drag yourself around the apartment, yawning every five minutes, rubbing at your eyes like a petulant child. And when he told you—plain and simple—that you needed to go to bed earlier, you had the nerve to roll your eyes at him.

“Okay, dad,” you’d say before walking away, completely ignoring his advice.

No amount of reasoning could convince you. If anything, the more he brought it up, the more stubborn you became.

So, Simon took matters into his own hands.

First, he switched out your usual tea for chamomile, hoping it would knock you out easier. Every night, he handed you your favorite mug, tea bag steeping inside, always a different flavor, something new to throw you off. Just in case you started getting suspicious.

You never noticed. Never questioned it. Just sipped at it, curled up in your blanket, completely oblivious.

Then came the melatonin sleep spray. He practically doused the corner of the couch where you always nested, soaking the blankets and pillows in the scent, ensuring that once you settled in, sleep would come whether you liked it or not.

And slowly, it started working.

You began dozing off earlier. The nights where he found you awake at ungodly hours became less frequent. You stopped yawning every other sentence. Stopped rubbing at your eyes like you were seconds away from passing out on your feet.

The dark circles under your eyes faded. Your complaints about exhaustion became fewer and farther between.

He never said anything about it. Never told you. Just watched in silent satisfaction as his plan worked.

But his favorite part? When you passed out on the couch instead of the bed.

Because that meant he got to pick you up, carry you to bed, and watch you sleep peacefully for a moment before pressing a kiss to your forehead and climbing in beside you.

It was selfish, really.

Because, sure, fixing your sleep schedule was technically for your health. But he couldn’t deny that he loved the way you curled into him when he slipped under the covers. The way you nuzzled into his chest, warm and pliant, letting out a soft sigh in your sleep as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

And, well better sleep also meant more cuddles.

And Simon loved that most of all.

Ik your sleep schedule is fucked. Go to bed.

[luvbabydoll]

john price never expected much from retirement. peace and quiet, maybe a drink at the bar in the evening, and the occasional fishing trip to keep his hands busy. but what he didn’t expect was you.

he first saw you at the local café, where you’d waltz in wearing little sundresses, always with a book in your hands, always smiling at the staff. a sweet little thing—too young for him, too pretty, too full of life. but you had a habit of looking at him, big eyes lingering a little too long, lips curling when you caught him staring back.

it didn’t take long after that.

one drink turned into two, turned into his hand resting on your thigh, turned into him murmuring in your ear, low and rough—“let’s get out of here, love.”

you barely made it through the door of his place before he had you against the wall. his hands were big, rough from years of work, gripping your hips like he was holding himself back from something deeper, something darker. but when you whined, arching up against him, his restraint snapped.

price fucked you like he had something to prove.

like he needed you to feel him, needed you ruined and wrecked and too dumb to think of anything but him. he had you on your hands and knees, dragging out those sweet, needy sounds from your throat until you weren’t sure if you were moaning and mewling.

“you take it so well,” he grunted, palming your ass, watching the way you trembled under him. “little thing like you, stretched around my cock—”

your nails scraped the sheets as you whined, pushing back into him. “p—price—”

his hand tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. "john, love. s’john to you now.”

and fuck, you liked that. you liked the way it sounded, the way it felt, warm and thick on your tongue as you gasped it over and over, sobbing it into the pillow when he pressed down on your back and fucked you deep.

when it was over, you should’ve left. should’ve gathered yourself, slipped out before he could say anything, made this nothing more than a memory.

but when he moved to get up, you made a soft, breathy noise and curled around him, clinging like he might disappear if you let go

"where you goin’?" you mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

john exhaled through his nose, looking down at you. his hand hesitated before settling on your hip, big and warm.

"nowhere, love," he murmured, giving you just enough to keep you holding on.

[connorsui]

Dad! Price + pregnant! reader

John Price wasn’t a man prone to sentiment. But lately, he’d caught his son watching him with that quiet, studious expression that five year olds wore when they were trying to understand something big.

It started small. A look, a tilt of the head when John helped you ease onto the couch, one hand steady at your back, the other adjusting the pillows just right. Then came the little imitations—a small hand pressed to your knee when you sighed, a too-big glass of water pushed into your hands before you even asked for it.

Yeah. The boy was watching.

John saw it in the way his son trailed after him, his steps careful and deliberate, like he was trying to map out the rhythm of care he has always provided for you.

He didn’t just follow orders; he anticipated. When John pulled out a chair for you, the boy did the same at breakfast the next morning, brows drawn in concentration as he dragged the heavy thing across the floor. When John pressed a hand to your lower back in passing, the kid reached up later, tiny palm resting there for half a second before scampering off, satisfied with a smile that he made his mother feel comfortable.

And when you winced one evening, shifting uncomfortably, it was your son who slipped off the couch without a word, returning a minute later with one of your small heating pads from the bathroom. He set it down beside you, nudging it toward your hand before looking up expectantly.

John, sitting across from you, just huffed a quiet laugh.

Smart boy.

He didn’t tell him to do any of this. Didn’t have to.

The kid was simply learning straight from him. Picking up on the way his father moved around his mother, how he noticed things before you had to say them, how care wasn’t in grand gestures but in the easy, natural rhythm of love.

John caught his son’s eye, tilting his head just slightly. The boy straightened a little, waiting.

Good lad, he thought, with a small nod of approval.

He was going to turn out just fine.

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

[cobaltbeam]

Normal conversations to have on the plane

I'm also doing more cod art on Patreon!

[skyrigel]

me: feels unloved *searches x reader tag*

[devil-in-hiding]

something something reader is a bartender at a popular little pub, and night after night you are hit on by men so plastered you often have to sigh and call over one of the guys you work with the idiots end up vomiting all over themselves (sometimes it’s worse than vomit but thankfully you can count those incidents on one hand)

you think by slipping on your grandmothers old wedding ring, it will sway men from hitting on you at work. And it does, there’s still some that try to test their luck, but the minute you flash that pearl on your finger they’re scurrying off to find their next target.

Cue four new regulars, four attractive military men that always flash you a polite smile and leave you a nice tip. Price comes in more than the others, claiming the stool near your register for himself, Ghost doing the same the rare nights he slinks into the pub. Soap and Gaz come in together some weekends, sitting themselves in front of you with big grins on their faces as they watch the game on the tv overhead.

They’re all sweet, a little cocky at times but nothing that one of their grins or sly remarks can’t make up for. They ask how their favorite girl is doing when they return from longer missions, genuinely listening as you fill them in on the things that have happened since they’ve been away.

Perfect gentlemen.

Until one night you forget your ring, having had to rush your shower and sprint out the door to make it to the pub before the nightly rush.

You filling glasses when you hear the chime of the bell and a familiar laugh fill the pub.

“Was wondering if I’d see you boys tonight.” You smile, motioning for them to give you a moment as you serve the other patrons.

When you slide back over to them, you immediately reach for their usual glasses, grabbing your cloth to wipe them off, when a hand clamps around your wrist and you jump, nearly dropping the glass as Ghost turns your hand over in his.

“Trouble at home pretty?” Price comments, concern etched on his face and it takes a moment for you to catch on, and you can’t help the little giggle that spills out.

“Oh! My ring… It’s kind of a funny story. I uhm.. I’m not actually married.” You laugh, expecting them to laugh along with you, but all you feel are four pairs of eyes piercing into you.

“Come again?” Gaz asks, voice a tad deeper than usual and you ignore the chills it sends down your spine.

“I started wearing it so some of the drunkards would leave me be, kind of forgot about it, just became habit.” You chuckle nervously, hand still in Ghost’s grasp and he’s eyeing you in a way you’ve never seen before.

“Hm. Interesting.”

[rosiereveries]

John who fucks you raw for the first time.

You've been dating for a year now, and you always tried to be safe. But now, he came home earlier from a mission, and you didn't have the time to buy the condoms.

But how you can say no to him, when he begs you to let him fuck you. He says how much he missed you and your pussy. So, you agree that you will give him a pussy job and he can push the tip inside.

John thinks that he never felt anything better than your pussy raw on his dick. Everything feels so intense, and he can't control himself. With few hard thrusts he is completely inside you and he can't hear your whimpers when you remind him that he is only allowed just the tip.

Now he has you under him and he promises that he will pull out, but he slowly starts to realize that it won't be possible. He thinks about you full with his child, with your breast getting bigger and his load spilling out of your pussy. How lovely would you look with his fat baby on your hip while being pregnant with another one.

He never thought he had a breeding kink but once he tried your pussy without a condom everything changes.

He pins you down to the mattress pushing his dick deep inside your pussy and when he feels you reaching your orgasm and squeezing his cock he spills his seed inside of you. With few more thrust he fucks the cum deeper inside of you.

And when you moan his name so overwhelmed and sensitive, he knows that he needs to make sure that it sticks. It doesn't take long and he is spilling another load into you.

And than another one in the shower while he has you pressed against the glass. And another one on the couch when he makes you ride him, while he smokes his favorite kind of cigars.

When the next day you come home with a pack of condoms, he quickly hides them away from you when you're not looking. He needs to make sure that soon enough you will be fat with his baby.

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[guhbwuh]

I see you everywhere

[spurbleu]

priceghost x reader. dubcon themes.

thinking about being john’s newly-wed, barefoot and warm as an oven, stumbling to the door when you hear his iron foot fall. it’s been months, but you recognize the cadence on the porch. sounds like morning tea and his favorite cigars.

unlocking the door and throwing yourself into his arms, smelling the space above his shoulder, inhaling…petrichor. wet dirt. blood.

that isn’t your husband.

you slowly peel yourself away, stunned when your eyes meet brown instead of blue.

“where’s…”

“right ‘ere, dove.”

you glance over the stranger’s shoulder (who is still holding you up) and find your husband, looking a little too amused that his wife is in another man’s arms.

once you reach him, he kisses the top of your head, before rubbing your shoulder to coo the loud creature of embarrassment before it reaches your mouth in the form of an apology.

“you’ve met simon. he’ll be staying with us for a little while.”

you glance between the two before meeting your husbands eye. “I-“

“im sure you don’t mind the extra stomach, right darlin?”

you swallow.

“of course not,” you glance at simon, who’s face remains neutral, “the more the merrier.”

you meant for meals. they seemed to understand it differently.

now you sleep between the two of them, quilt unnecessary while their meaty limbs keep you sweltering.

the bed is heavy, and you haven’t complained because you’re a hostess, and simon is john’s friend. even when you feel him palming your clothed cunt ‘in his sleep’, you don’t fuss.

instead, you silently turn on your side, trying your best to subtly grab your husbands attention.

but he’s already there, watching. smiling gently, like he does when he says he loves you.

“there there dove. you can learn to share, right?”

[cicadabeats]

Tis the season to go all out

[stargirlstabber]

imagine the task force 141 falsely accusing you of being a traitor to the team. knowing your biggest fear, they use it against you. water. water, where your feet can't touch the ground. water you can't see through. at first it started with waterboarding. then slowly but surely they threatened to drop you into the pool. into the dark, deep pool. even john, who was like a father to you before, didn't help you. no. not at all. actually, he was the one who stepped into the water fully clothed, dragging your crying and squirming form with him into the bloodcurling liquid. your tears blended in with it while you we're screaming, practically begging that you were the wrong one. that you'd never do something like that. but they just stood at the edge of the pool, watching their captain almost drowning your terrified self. how would they react, when they get the information that you really weren't the one...?

[stinglesswasp]

Silly Halloween comic 🎃 (pretend I posted this on time)