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slutformaskedmen420 · 4 months

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x dem reader || Simon makes love to you during your honeymoon

WARNING: Smut ahead. I haven’t written anything like this before so don’t be too harsh please. (I have a tendency to write really long sentences. I’m trying to change that but yeah)

I can’t stop thinking about Simon watching you come undone on his cock, barely being able to rip his eyes off of your wedding ring on your hand, just so he can look at your beautiful sweaty face- AHH!!

You’re lying back to the bed, your legs wrapped tightly around your husband’s waist. His tip reaching so deep in your gut, kissing your cervix. His hand grips both of yours firmly above your head. The only reason your hands aren’t exploring his chest or tugging at his messy hair.

Your moans and whimpers are like honey to Simon, he can’t stop increasing and then swiftly decreasing his pace. Driving both of you so close to the edge and then keeping you there. Making sure not to tip either of you over the edge. “Si.. fuck you let me touch you.” You plead, fighting the grip of his hand. A useless battle, his years in the army, have given him the power to easily owed power you. A skill he is accustomed to but doesn’t abuse. At least not on you. His free hand grips your chin, tilting it up slightly, to let your eyes meet his. You can see just how much lust swirls within them. “Y’wanna touch your husband, Mrs. Riley?” His deep voice rings in your ears. Fuck, how his voice alone sends a fuzzy feeling through you is unmatched.

You nod your head vigorously. “Yes- yes please Simon let me touch you. Let me touch my husband please..” You whine, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes from the intense pleasure. A growl comes from Simon and he lets go of your hands, steading himself with it by keeping it at the side of your head. His pace increases once more and your hands wrap around his neck pulling him impossibly close. His face nuzzles in your neck, his lips attacking you. He leaves hickeys, his way of marking you further. The sweet whines that slip from your lips are just an added bonus. Your hand tugs at some strands of his hair, bunched up in your hand, while your other hand leaves scratches along his back. The rocking of his hips, makes loud and lewd sounds full the air. Skin slapping, your slick mixing with his every time his his snap forward, your whimpers, his groans. It’s all too much. The knot that’s been building inside of your core, is getting tighter, causing a loud moan to fall from your lips. “I’m- I’m so close” You gasp, nails digging into Simons skin further. “My beautiful wife.. y’gonna cum on my cock?”

You nod your head once again. “Fuuck-” your voice trails off, your breathing growing quicker. Simons sees how close you are. His hand finds your clit, rubbing it in circles, his touch delicate and gentle. A change from the rough but pleasurable pace of his hips. “Come on princess.. just like that - bloody hell-” Simon groans, your walls tightening around his thick shaft. All he can think about is how you’re his. How the day he’ll stop being your husband, will be the day he takes his last breath. How you are his and he is yours and it’s official now.

Finally the knot snaps. Your legs shake and your body is filled with a tingly sensation fro head to toe. You ‘gently’ bite the top of Simons shoulder. Stoping the string of curse words, moans and cries, that were threatening to spill. Simons thrust slow but become harder. More precise. His own high creeping up. He throws his head back, grunts spilling from his lips, as he paints your walls. Filling you to the brim. The overstimulation, causing your muscles to spams. Your husband, flips you over. His dick still inside of you, plugging his cum inside of you. The friction makes you whimper, as you find yourself lying on top of his chest. He tugs the cover over both of you, planting living kisses all over your face and cheeks. “So perfect.. and all mine”

I’m super high so if this is horrible I’m sorry 👍👍 also interactions are appreciated!!

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iwannabeanelfyaknow · 1 year

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Ghost❤️

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#simon ghost riley #babygirlification of ghost #im such a sucker for bottom ghost #big men go sub #cod mwii #ghost fanart #fanart #yall must make shy shy ghost fics #simon ghost riley is bottom✋😔

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rowarn · 1 day

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i crave toxic cod men but not like dark content toxic i mean like ANGST. like simon, who brings home the trauma and hurt from a recent deployment, and drinks the pain away. when you try to stop him, try to get him to seek help that's not at the bottom of a bottle, it explodes in your face and your ears ring from how loudly he shouts and tears run down your cheeks as you look at the holes his fist put into the drywall, knowing damn well that if he had a little less self control it would have been you taking those blows.

or kyle who is so sweet and kind that you just can't help but fall for him. he knows about your crush and he thinks it's cute. the problem is that he's not home long enough to maintain a proper relationship. but he likes the attention you give him and he could see himself being with you. but he's not really that good of a man. intentionally leads you on, makes you think you're an exclusive item - he doesn't even correct you when you call him your boyfriend. but he's not serious about you, he's still fucking whatever hole he can get whenever he can when you're not available. he thinks it's cute that you actually think you're together, maybe even a little pathetic.

soap who, like gaz, likes to lead you on. but he's meaner about it. talks shit to his friends after you've had a night together, laughing about the cute idiot that thinks him their boyfriend. have you seen him? what about john mactavish seems like boyfriend material - a man in the military with more problems than he can count, come on. it's your own fault when you get your feelings hurt when you find him getting tit pics while hes still laying in bed with you after fucking your brains out.

price who is just so painfully inattentive that it hurts. flat out ignores your existence when when you're in the same house as him. the only time he gives you the time of day is when his cocks hard or when you've pissed him off with all your whining. he'll call you immature, telling you it was a mistake to date someone like you - whiny and needy. he needs space, don't you understand? he won't listen when you tell him there's a difference between space and neglect. ):

#yummy #rowarnings

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sunonyoreface · 1 year

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One Cot - Simon “Ghost” Riley

Hi there, this story is a one shot about Simon Riley. I haven’t played COD before and I don’t know much about his character, but I love the thought of tough men being soft.

Summary: You help Ghost on a cold night and he returns the favour.

Word count: 2398

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: none, fluff.

Crews like task force 141 aren’t the type to pack extra cots. They don’t need them. Because crews like 141 don’t make a habit of bringing home extra bodies. There’s only ever one scenario when they have extra cots. Luckily for them, tonight’s not one of those nights.

For me, however, that means another night on the floor with my ankle cuffed to the bottom of one of their cots in case I try to run.

Although I’m deemed non-violent, I’m also a flight risk. According to them at least.

According to me, I have no clue where we are or how I’d even survive away from them. I’ve got no money, no ID, no map or compass, or even the slightest clue how I’d escape. Regardless, the cuffs stay on.

My wrists face the same fate. But my hands are free enough to rake them through my damp hair, working them through the tangles. It’s a soothing feeling of normalcy in this strange place.

In his cot on the other side of the room, Soap waits for one of the other boys to return from the showers and trade off babysitting duty.

One thing I can say is that chivalry is not dead, because they allowed me to shower first. Not that it matters all that much. There’s no hot water anyway so there isn’t much of a benefit in going first. But it’s the thought that counts.

Ghost is the first one back. It’s strange not seeing him wear layers upon layers of tactical gear. Instead, he only wears dark jeans and a black henley. And the balaclava too. I’ve yet to see him take it off. I wouldn’t be surprised if he showered with it on. I don’t know that the other guys have seen him take it off either. They make comments sometimes, little jabs and jokes about how it never comes off. Ghost hardly notices though. Or maybe I should say hardly reacts. He’s stoic through it all, preventing any emotions from breaking through.

Soap leaves without a word. They understand their positions. So well, that half the time I think they’re communicating through their thoughts.

Ghost places a duffel bag on the cot I’m cuffed to. I sit cross-legged on a blanket on the floor as he ruffles through it.

His strong form towers over me two feet away. Ghost doesn’t make eye contact as I watch him search through the bag. He’s less threatening without the bulky gear and a gun in his hand. But that mask is still terrifying enough to find its way into your dreams.

However, it's not the mask that sets me on edge around Ghost, it’s his eyes. They’re cold and unwavering, giving away nothing. They’re the eyes of a killer. Of someone who enjoys inflicting pain. Of someone whose been in so much pain himself, his only release is passing it on to others.

He hasn’t bothered me that much since my first day with them all. Back when he was ready to put me down like a lame horse. I was a loose end that needed to be tied up. Still am, if I’m being honest. Price stopped him, but if it was up to Ghost, I’d have been dead for days now. Even now, I’m sure part of him wants to kill me knowing it’s the more logical option. But until then, he’s under orders to keep me alive.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’ve got a staring problem?” His rough voice breaks the silence. He rarely acknowledges me so for him to speak up must mean I’ve struck a nerve. My mouth suddenly feels dry.

“Just you,” I say. “Sorry.”

But I don’t look away. I continue to watch him search through the bag. I don’t know what he’s looking for but he can’t seem to find it. The tight sleeves of the Henley hug his strong arms. Even through the fabric, I can see the defined lines of his muscles. His posture is nearly perfect and his movements could almost be considered robotic.

“What’re you looking for?” He doesn’t seem like the type of person to misplace his things.

“Nothing,” he responds bluntly.

“Maybe it fell behind the cot. I can check for you?” I offer.

“Negative.”

“Are you sure beca-“

“Stop talking, y/n,” he snaps. I flinch at his response. As he says this he finally makes eye contact with me and I regret ever looking at him. There’s an anger in his eyes that no man I’ve ever met has been able to match. A deep-rooted hatred for the world and all of its inhabitants. It’s not a look that you’re born with. It’s one that’s carved from years of pain and betrayal. He’s witnessed the type of things that would break most people. The intensity of his gaze is too much. I break eye contact to stare at the floor.

Fine. I won’t try to help.

I lean against the cement wall and try to think about anything else. I press my hands to the inside of my thighs in an attempt to warm them up.

When they found me I was only in ripped shorts and a ratty tank top with nothing else to my name.

Since then some of the men spared me a set of long johns, a long sleeve shirt, and a pair of thick socks. I’m not allowed shoes in case I try and take off. It’s better than what I had but the warehouse is cold and the cement floor seems to suck out any heat my body produces.

Ghost angrily zips up the duffel bag and tosses it on the floor at the other end of the cot. I watch the bag skid for a foot before finally coming to a stop.

He climbs onto the cot with a dissatisfied grunt. Ghost sleeps with his head on the far side of the cot and his feet at the end I’m cuffed to. He doesn’t take his shoes off. None of them do. In fact, I’m surprised he isn’t sleeping with more gear on. Some days they’ll all sleep in their tactical gear as if they’re waiting to be attacked. Part of me is relieved they don’t feel as though that’s a threat tonight.

I can hear voices echo down the halls. Some of the others must be done in the showers.

I lie down on my makeshift bed: a pillow and a blanket that I fold in half to act as a mattress and duvet.

When I lie down, however, something shiny catches my eye under Ghost’s cot.

It’s a tiny chain. A necklace.

On my hands and knees, I crawl under his cot to grab the necklace.

“What’re you doing?” Ghost mumbles above me. I hear him shift his weight against the rough canvas fabric.

When I back out from under the cot, he’s sitting with his legs off the edge. Suspiciously eyeing my movements. His right hand is in one of his pant pockets probably wrapped around a knife in case I try something.

I kneel in front of the bed beside his legs. My damp hair clings to my neck and the tip of my nose is red and cold.

I raise the chain up to Ghost. His eyes latch on immediately.

“Is this it?” I ask. He eyes me suspiciously. I see him searching for any signs of deceit. Maybe I lied to him and hid the chain from him. Maybe I pickpocketed him before he went to shower. But I didn’t do any of those things. I hold his eye contact this time. His brows soften ever so slightly. It seems to be enough.

Ghost doesn’t say anything. Instead, he simply grabs the chain from my hand. His fingers brush against my palm as he scoops it up. He examines it a moment before slipping it over his neck and tucking it under his shirt.

I don’t know why but I was hoping for a thank you. Or at least an acknowledgment that I’d helped. But Ghost remains silent. At the same time, the voices reach the room. Roach and Gaz round the corner from the hallway.

At their entrance, I turn back to my makeshift bed and pretend to sleep. It’s not that I don’t like them - although I don’t, in fact, I don’t like any of them - but I don’t have the energy for more questions from them tonight.

I hear Ghost shift in his cot and it seems our thoughts are on the same track.

As hard as I try, sleep doesn’t come. They shut off the main lights over an hour ago, yet I still haven’t calmed down enough to drift off. It doesn’t help that I can’t stop shivering from the cold.

The warehouse remains utterly silent except for the light snores and breathing of the men. Only the emergency lights fill the corners of the room with dim, orange light. They’re almost comforting in a way.

I pull the single blanket tighter around my shoulders and ball up even smaller if that’s possible, but nothing helps. My bones shake and my teeth rattle. If only I had another blanket.

The cot next to me creaks as Ghost shifts in his sleep. It creaks some more and then I notice he��s sitting up.

Ghost spares a glance in my direction as he rummages through his pocket for something.

Something silver glints in the light and I realize it’s a key. He wordlessly tosses it in my direction and by some stroke of luck, I catch it mid-air.

It’s the key to the cuffs. I spare an uneasy glance in his direction. He wants me to uncuff myself?

Ghost doesn’t react. Instead, he watches as I process my thoughts, as I push through my weariness and unlock my ankles first before freeing my wrists.

I reach to pass the key back to him but instead of grabbing the key, his large hand wraps completely around my wrist and tugs me in close.

I’m face to face with him as his other hand wraps around my jaw so I can’t pull away.

“If you try to run, I’ll kill you,” his low voice is barely above a whisper. The edge to his tone makes the threat feel all the more real.

“Okay,” I nod in response. My heart is racing and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

“Come here. Bring your blanket,” he motions to the cot. I spare a glance at the narrow bed. Surely he doesn’t want to share it with me? There’s barely enough room for one person let alone two.

“I don’t know,” I whisper back as though it’s an option. I don’t know where he’s going with this suggestion and I don’t think I trust him.

“That’s an order, y/n,” his response does nothing to ease my soul, but I grab my blanket anyway and crawl onto the cot.

It’s now he notices my hesitancy. How I purposely leave space between us on the bed. That I’m unsure of why he wants me up here. The fogginess of his intentions.

“I can't sleep with the sound of your teeth rattling in my ears all night,” nothing changes in my expression so he tries again, his tone softer this time. “You’re safe, y/n. I’m safe. Nothing’s going to happen.”

I sigh in relief but don’t say anything in response. He knows.

“C’mere,” he lifts the blanket for me to slide in. The warmth immediately welcomes me into the space.

The cot is more narrow than a twin mattress and leaves little to no wiggle room for two people. I’m pressed tightly into Ghost's chest as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer and preventing me from falling off.

I thought I’d be tense but the heat under the blankets completely relaxes me. I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. His balaclava is soft against my cheek. I hear his breathing pick start to pick up. I can feel his chest expand deeper than before.

“Thank you,” my voice is barely audible, but I know he heard.

As I adjust to our proximity, I breathe in the scents that linger on his skin and in his clothes. I can smell the same standard citrusy shampoo on him as myself and the rest of the crew use. But there’s also a remainder of smoke and gunpowder from the day’s work. There’s something else more unique to him and yet I can’t put my finger on it. I take a deep breath and allow myself to revel in the calming smells. This shouldn’t be comforting and yet it is.

Nothing about this situation should be comforting and yet I feel safer than I have in weeks.

Wrapped in Ghost's arms, I know nothing else in the world can get to me. My only danger is the man who holds me. Yet I know in this instance after he’s sacrificed his space and his bed for me, that I’ve got nothing to worry about.

Ghost shifts against the canvas again. This time pulling me on top of him as he spreads out across his cot. He wraps his arms around my back he readjusts for the final time. I feel so small on top of him. Ghost spreads a hand out across my lower back and it feels as though it takes up the entire width of the space. His thumb soothingly brushes back and forth along the arch of my spine.

I lay my head on his chest and listen to the thrum of his heart. It beats strong and steady like a bass drum. I feel myself relaxing even more as my breathing starts to match his. I feel myself start to drift as my head lulls with his chest when it rises and falls.

For the first time in a long time, I don’t worry about what tomorrow brings. I’m so content in his arms that I don’t think about what’s next. All that fills my mind is the strength of his heartbeat and the distant scent of gunpowder. The last thing I think about before finally nodding off is the feeling of his thumb brushing up and down along my back, letting me know everything is going to be alright.

Edit+A/N: I have never received this much attention on a story before so thank you!! When I have time should I write more for Ghost?

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hecateslore · 10 days

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Omgomgomg sex w Simon but like on the beach. It can be private or whatever idc but AHHHH I just recently rewatched the Wicked Game music video for funsies and now I can't get the idea of that w one of the cod men out of my head

MDNI olderbf!Simon and reader on their honey moon in Greece, thank yeeewwwww!

"Simon stand in front of me." You snatched his arm and pulled him before you, "My top..." you started but immediately got distracted by tying the string together.

"Does it not fit?" Simon asked with his eyes on the bright green bikini top, "Well I didn't think I was more endowed now, than last summer." You mumble pulling the fabric over your exposed skin.

"I'm not complaining." Simon shrugged, still standing in front of you. "I know you're not." You rolled your eyes, then tapped his shoulder signaling that you were done. You both walked down the steps to the beach, trying to find a spot away from the masses, but still in good shot of the sun.

"Oh my god this top," You huffed in frustration, pulling it down more so your under-boob wouldn't slip out and accidentally flash strangers. "Just take it off," Simon said laying next to you, his hair damp from swimming a couple of minutes ago, "it'll make the tanning process quicker." And with that sentence he grabbed the string and pulled it making your top come flying off, "Simon!" You screeched, hands immediately flying to your chest. You flipped on your stomach and Simon chuckled watching you bury your face into your crossed arms.

"There's nude people over there." Simon tapped your butt, signaling to the group of old people flaunting their nudity. "They do that here," Simon laughed, You looked over at them and snapped your head back when you saw the older gentlemen reach over for his sunscreen, "I'm going to the house," You mumbled, grabbing the towel and clutching it to your chest.

Simon stayed down at the beach for about an hour, swimming, watching the waves and eventually the sun went down, so he went back to beach house where you were laying in the bed.

"Here!" you heard Simon yell from the front door. "In the room," You yelled back.

"You're all red," You chuckled watching the 6 foot plus man walk through the door, "a bit." He smiled at you, "Come lay down." You pat the bed. Simon gets on and lays by your side, "We should go back out," Simon said with closed eyes while you ran your fingers through his hair, "Back out where?" You eyed his bright red shoulders, "To the water." He mumbled, face smushed against your pillow. "I Don't have a suit," You frown. "You don't need one."

"Oh my god," you hesitated, nothing under your bathing suit cover, "No one's out," Simon motioned to the very empty beach, "We're fine."

"I don't want to go to jail," You whined "You won't." Simon laughed. He took his shirt off then his pants, his toned body on display. "Your turn," Simon smirked, "Yeah, Yeah." You waved him off, Lifting the bottom of your cover, Goosebumps on your skin as the see through fabric rode higher and higher up your body.

Once it was finally off, you stood their with your arms over your chest, hiding yourself. Simon already booking it to the ocean, his long legs making loud splashing noises as he went further into the water. Diving into the water, he comes back up and yells for you to come in.

"The waters nice, Hurry it up." He hollered. You walked to the shore calmly, arms still covering you. You hiss at the feeling of the water on your feet, "Stop whining," Simon said from out in the distance, You went further in, still on the shallow end, "Come get me," You yelled to him, You could see Simon roll his eyes in the distance.

When he finally gets to you, you're at waist level, standing and waiting for him to come retrieve you. "See that's not so bad," Simon grabbed your waist pulling you into the water with him, "It's not so great either," You sink into the water and come back up. You wrap your arms around his neck then your legs, clinging on to him as he swims farther in, "Still not great?" Simon kept you to afloat, "It's eh." you shrugged. You two were quiet, the sound of water sloshing as he kicked his feet and moved his arms back and forth, "We should go back to the shallow end." You said quietly, Simon nodded. You let go of him, swimming back to where you could feel the seas floor.

Simon watched as you floated, your arms and legs spread as you felt weightless. You closed your eyes and listened to the water filling your ears. "You'll get an ear infection that way," Simon noted, you lifted your head and let the rest of your body sink, "what?" You said as your wiped water from your face, "You'll get water in your ear." He swam over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist again, his legs bent as you stood between them, combing his wet hair back. "Let's get out," You kiss his cheek. Simon follows you as you walk out of the water, goosebumps on your skin from the nights air.

You laid on your towel, looking at stars, your cover on. Simon laid next to you, playing with the strings of his swim trunks. His shirt still off, his skin on display,You thirst over him silently while he lays looking off into the sky. “Simon,” You nudge him, he hummed in response. You sit up, getting a better look at his pants that sit a couple of centimeters below his v-line. Your mind wanders back to your wedding night and the first night you landed here.

Memories of love and want flood your mind as you gaze at Simon. You place a hand on his thigh, rubbing it softly, feeling the muscles beneath his skin tense slightly under your touch. Simon turns his head towards you, he looks down at your hand, and moves it higher up his thigh, his eyes meeting yours. “I missed you,” You say softly, a teasing smile on your face while your finger traces the band of his swim trunks. “I was with you all day.” He plays into your games, his cock hardening under the damp fabric.

With a mischievous grin, you crawl on top of him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "It's been too long," you mumble against his lips, “It’s only been one day.” He rubs your sides while you sit on his bulge, your bare cunt on his trunks while you kiss the side of his face.

Simon smiles as he continues to rub your sides softly, Your hips begin grinding, the buttons kissing your clit every time you moved back and forth. Simon's eyes locked onto (lock in) yours, He felt the heat of your wetness seeping through the thin fabric of his swim trunks.

"Take this off," He pulled at the bathing suit cover, You nod frantically, discarding the piece of fabric onto the sandy ground. You squeeze your tits while Simons hands feel your thighs. He taps your ass signaling for you to lift up a bit, then pulls his trunks down and his cock springs out towards you glistening with pre-cum. You bite your lip hungrily, reaching out to wrap your fingers around his shaft. You pump him teasingly slow, making soft groans slip past his lips. You run your hands up his abdomen- feeling his hard abs while you stroke his cock, Simon bucks his hips trying for more friction.

You take your hand off, and reach down and run your finger over your slit, feeling your arousal. You rub your clit, lustful moans are all thats heard while Simon watches you pleasuring yourself. Your hips begin to move faster, your moans growing louder, matching the rhythm of your fingers on your clit. “Oh fuck,” You moan, Simon grabs your wrist, “don’t,” He breathes.Simon sits up, pulling you with him, and you straddle his lap. With a wicked grin, he takes your hand and guides it back to his cock, standing hard and proud between your legs.

You sink onto him, Your pussy gushes at the feeling of him inside of you.Simon groans deeply, “You’re so nasty,” He says breathlessly.Simon's hands slide up your body, teasing your nipples, and then back down to your hips, You rock back and forth on him, Your clit rubs against his pubic bone, the friction sending shivers down your spine.

“Fuck me Simon,” You whine at him, grinding on him harder and needier than ever. His hands gripped your ass tightly, pulling you closer, his cock thrusting up desperately. "Yes, fuck me Simon," You moaned, His lips met yours in a kiss, his tongue tangling with yours making it all too sweeter.

A low, guttural moan escapes your lips, and you arch your back, lifting yourself up and down on his cock, grunts leave his throat while he fucks up into you. Your moans and whimpers grew louder, "I can’t even be alone for a day,”

He thrust deeper, hitting a spot inside you that made you gasp and moan even louder, “All you want me to do is fuck you,” he growls, slowing his thrust down, grinding his thick cock inside of you. You cling to him, your lips parted. He flips you onto your back, spreading your legs wide, and with one hand, he guides himself inside of you once more.

His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer to him with each deep thrust, you squeeze around him as you feel your orgasm building .You can feel every inch of him, every pulsing vein as he thrusts into you. “Right there baby,” You say through labored breaths, “Oh fuck Simon, right there,” You whine.

His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him, his cock sliding in and out of you, your pussy contracting around him with each throbbing pulse.the pleasure building and building until it becomes almost unbearable.

"More, fuck me harder," you beg, writhing underneath him, your body arching to meet his every thrust. Simon hums in pleasure, Your breath catches in your throat as you feel the climax begin to take hold. Your hips buck wildly, your pussy clenching around his cock," Fuck, yes," Simon growls, his eyes locked onto yours as he watches your face contort in pleasure.

You grab onto Simon's shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, urging him on. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop," you plead, Your pussy gushes again, sopping his cock with your orgasm. Simon pounds into you, his cock gliding in and out of you, “I’m gonna cum,” he says, grinding into your pussy. “Yes, cum inside me,” you beg, your eyes never leaving his. Your cunt still sensitive from your orgasm,

"Fuck, yes," he groans, his forehead resting on your shoulder,You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of you as he thrusts into you faster and harder.

Simon's muscles tense and his breath hitches, you can see the pleasure wash over. His hips stutter as he plunges into you a few more times, “Oh my god,” You sigh, savoring the sensation of his cum filling your pussy.

He collapses on top of you, his body still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm. You kiss his neck, your hands running through his hair, feeling his breath on your skin. "You okay?" You ask quietly, playing with his ear, "I'm fine," He says out of breath, "We might want to go back to the house," You suggested, "Yeah.." He agrees. "Maybe we can finish this in the shower." You smirk. "Jesus christ."

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iceman-soup · 3 months

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cumdrunk ghost pretty please? w/ begging and dirty talk pleease?? thank you have a good day 😌

ohmygod YES okayy

amab masc!reader x bot!ghost

You've lost count of how many times you've finished inside Simon at this point, but you both know it's a lot. His legs are shaking but still clinging on to where he's wrapped them around your waist, cock leaking against his stomach as he claws at your back, craning his neck to bury his head in your shoulder whilst he sobs. You're buried deep in him, not moving and it's driving him up the wall, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he tries desperately to get your attention.

"Please, move, love, please," he keeps whispering, nipping and kissing at your neck but you just won't keep fucking him, instead teasing him relentlessly as he whimpers.

And you've got this stupid grin on your face as you murmur about how "big, scary Ghostie, begging and crying just for me, yeah?" He nods, mumbled begs falling from his damp lips, brown eyes gazing desperately into yours as his head falls back against the pillow again, pulling your face down to kiss him.

Whispered praise and pleas escape him, whines of "you're doin' so good, so so good, please move, please," in between him trying to shove his tongue down your throat as if he's attempting to inhale you.

"My gorgeous boy, looking so pretty right here," you murmur, finally starting to rock your hips back and forth again, making him groan loudly, back arching as he clings onto you.

"Faster, faster, sir, please." You kiss him again, biting at his lower lip to make him whine when you speed up. "Gonna cum again, please, please-" he's cut off by his own moans as his load spurts out over his abdomen, new tears of overstimulation falling as you quicken your pace.

"Didn't even touch you," you chuckle, kissing his cheek softly. "You want to stop, or are you gonna let me cum too, princess?" Simon grabs at your face, shaking hands desperately trying to pull your lips to his.

"Gonna- gonna let you- you cum," he stutters, groaning loudly when you do, then finally pulling out, kissing him again and rolling over so he can lie on top of you, face nestled into the crook of your neck. You both catch your breath for a few moments before you sit up a little, his head resting on your stomach as you look down over his sweaty body, thighs covered in the milky fluids as he mumbles nonsense, eyes closed and body relaxed, your sweet boy drifting off to sleep before you even get the chance to wipe him down or bathe him.

#pathetic loser man #thank you for the requesttt this was.. interesting to write #i deleted and rewrote things a LOT #but i do actually like this ehehe i might write more #in like 4 years when i remember to #cw smut #cod smut #simon ghost riley #ghost x amab reader #ghost x male reader #ghost x reader #cod men x male reader #bottom cod men #x male reader #x amab reader #x masc reader #simon ghost riley x reader

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seveett · 7 months

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” THE BRAT TAMER . ”

DC:: its been awhile i know.. BUT im extremely motivated so i thought ‘why not write about johnny?’ so here i am. got straight to the point because, well, yeah.

PAIRINGS:: John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Top Amab reader

𖤐 CWS:: Bratty soap, Breeding, Brat taming, dumbification. (not proofread)

FEM ALIGNED DNI (SHE/HER , SHE/THEY .)

Soap’s legs ached, the only thing holding him up is your grip on his hips as you ram your cock in and out of his hole. His arms gave up long ago, his hands just simply gripping the sheets under him, face buried into a pillow as muffled moans fell from his mouth.

And how did he get himself in this situation?

By teasing, by being a brat to purposely piss you off knowing how you would punish him later, desperately in need of your touch, your lips, your mouth and most of all, your cock. So when you practically dragged him towards your shared room and pushed him onto the bed he couldn't help but smirk a little, knowing he got what he wanted.

His mind couldn’t process a single thought, his brain being completely fuzzy, drool staining the pillow. With each powerful thrust his body was pushed further into the bedding, his hard cock swinging between his tremblings legs.

every time he was close he would get louder, needier. His hand reached down to stroke his cock, pre-cum dribbling out his tip. You were nearing the edge too, your thrust getting rougher by the second, chasing your release.

One thrust in particular made Soap’s back arch, a few spurts of cum shooting out his cock. However, your ruthless pace never paused and with a few more thrust into his ass and you emptied your last load inside of him for the night.

All that could be heard was soft moans and heavy breathing in your shared room, riding out both of your orgasms.

After you both calmed down you tried pulling out, only to stop when soap pushed his hips back against yours. Looking back at you, wanting more of you.

he continued the movements until your mind finally processed, moving your hips in sync with his. Low moans from Soap filled the room once again, slowly getting louder.

As usual he always wanted more.

᪤; works belong to seveett, do not translate, copy or repost anywhere.

#★🎧seveett #top male reader #dom male reader #bottom character #x male reader #soap x male reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #cod men x male reader

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lilacliquors · 26 days

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another late easter special, but have some easter spice, cod men edition! hopefully these read as gender neutral as possible <3

you wear 🐰bunny ears🐰 on easter headcanons ( tf 141, alejandro, and graves )

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GHOST

to say he's surprised is an understatement. sure, you two have your fun, but you've never really dressed up for him in any way before

so seeing you in bunny ears, a crop top, and shorts is a very welcome sight

he's gentle with you when he reaches you, his calloused hands skimming over the softness of the bunny ears, and you see a gentle smile on his lips

'you look absolutely adorable, you know that?' he asks you, his voice soft, yet raspy. and it's true, you're the most beautiful creature he's ever seen

and he's quick to show you, leading you to the bed and laying you on it, on full display for him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SOAP

soap thought he had the world in the palm of his hand the one halloween you wore the cat ears, but this...

he practically pounces on you the second he sees you, chuckling as the bunny ears bounce and the band covers your eyes for a brief moment

'aye, let's fix those up a bit, shall we?' he chuckles, gently adjusting them back onto your head as you laugh

his lips are on yours in an instant, his hands roaming your body, feeling you squirm under his touch.

'how about we get you in a cottontail next year, hm?' he teases, one hand gripping your rear. and that's when you knew you'd woken an animal in him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GAZ

'oh, fuckin' hell...' he breathes when he sees you. you're laying in your bed, your bedroom eyes on full display, as well as the rest of you

you're in the skimpiest lingerie you could find, pink to match the bunny ears on your head, and gaz is hooked

he walks to you in a trance, his eyes never leaving your body, and he crawls on top of you slowly and steadily

'all for me? you shouldn't have...' he purrs, his fingers toying with the straps of the lingerie

'all for you,' you whisper back, and you pull him in for a kiss, which he eagerly returns, ready to get your night started

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PRICE

price wouldn't consider himself a religious man, but when he saw you, he swore he saw god, maybe even heard a chorus of angels in the background

you looked so perfect, opening the door to him in cute little bunny ears, and one of his shirts. nothing else covering you

'see, i would have gotten the hat, too. but i would never cut ear holes in it,' you tease, and he lets out a breathy chuckle as his hands fall to your hips

'that would have gotten you in trouble, yeah...' he murmurs, still in a daze as his eyes roamed over you

from that point on, you're his little bunny, and he makes sure to remind you of it every second of every day, when he can

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ALEJANDRO

the only thing that leaves his lips the moment he sees you is your name, and it's barely above a whisper

you'd worn lingerie for him before, but never had you made yourself look so ... so sexy and vulnerable, and it's all for his eyes, and his eyes alone

when he reaches you, he can't bring himself to take anything off of you. he just wants to look at you, like the work of art you are

when he does finally get his hands on you, he's gentle, treating you like porcelain that could shatter at any moment

it's the most magical night of your life, funnily enough. he made you see stars, unlike any other time you made love, and you made a mental note to treat him to this more often

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GRAVES

'well, look at what we have here...' his voice is soft, and there's a smirk on his lips as he spots you in white bunny ears and matching white lingerie

but despite the smirk on his lips, his eyes are full of a mix of love and lust, just taking in how you look, admiring your body and everything about it

he's drawn to you like a magnet, his arms wrap around your waist and his hands fall to your bottom, gripping it and pushing you against him

'it can be dangerous for a little lost bunny, if they're not careful," he whispers, giving your ass a squeeze

that night, he simply ravages you, unable to keep his hands to himself. and he sincerely hopes there'll be more nights like this in the future

#ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #john price x reader #phillip graves x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #ghost mw2 smut #soap smut #gaz smut #john price smut #phillip graves smut #alejandro vargas smut #tf 141 x reader #cod x reader #dawn.writes #lilacliquors

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ozzgin · 5 months

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Yandere! CoD Headcanons: König x Reader x Ghost (II)

“Sharing is caring” is likely familiar to most, though the nuances of it may sometimes differ beyond the classic expectations. You’re trapped between two jealous, possessive and feverishly infatuated men with no escape in your sight. That implies, of course, you’ve been looking for a way out of this bizarre partnership. Have you? Be honest…

TW: NSFW, obsessive behavior, size kink, violence

Tags: @223princess

[Part I]

Yet another classic rule that comes with your job is to always be ready to deal with the unexpected. Plan as well as you may, the battleground is not as generous as to stick to your schedule. Yet the same principle applies out of combat, too. It’s just…you had’t really imagined such an outcome to be possible. Your extensive training covered most scenarios, from raids, to ambushes, natural disasters, everything except, well, this. You wonder if the code of conduct might include a paragraph about work romance, specifically your teammates taking turns to fuck you shamelessly at any hour of the day.

You gaze at your reflection in the slightly fogged mirror and quickly look away, embarrassed. You can’t bear to see the markings that are peppered all over your body, betraying the depraved activities you’ve indulged in for the past weeks. How did it even come to this? You sit on the edge of the bed, drying your hair, and hesitantly replay the event in your head. Your helpless form crouched on the storage floor, looking up at the two large men gripping at each other’s throats. Behind their masks you could sense their ferocious intent to kill. How would you explain it to your superiors? You gathered up your remaining confidence and barked at them to stop at once. They were indeed taken aback by your sudden yell that could’ve put any drill sergeant to shame. You wanted to get to the bottom of the conflict and put all this bullshit behind as soon as possible. Until they offered you the honest cause of their hostile rivalry. You could only stare in disbelief.

Your first instinct was to wonder if this was some sort of elaborate prank. What the hell, were they a bunch of high schoolers learning to handle their first crush or fucking grown adults in the middle of a military operation? You were never oblivious to it: mixed gender missions always came with a lot of casual hookups to blow off steam. Not your thing, but there’s plenty of other people down to it. Your suggestion was met with angry, vehement refusal. Both Ghost and König were outraged at the insinuation they’d put their dicks in some rando, as if that’s all there was to it. As if anyone else would do. Ironically this is where they found their common ground. König had lifted you nonchalantly by the collar of your uniform and asked you if you’re playing dumb. You could only shrug, even more confused. Ghost joined him and explained, casually and matter-of-fact, that you can call it a hookup as long as you remember it’s a lifelong arrangement. You were to walk out that door with the knowledge you belong to them and they would take any necessary steps to ensure your compliance. The hunting knife that was meant to plunge into his rival was now propped under your chin, dangerously close to your throbbing artery.

Now this should’ve been your sign to nod obediently, pack your suitcase at the earliest convenience and get the hell out. And that was your honest intent, initially. You could almost visualize the documents granting your absence from duty. Then you felt your buttons pop from their seams, forcefully ripped apart by König’s large hand. It occurred to you that you were propped against the wall by two men twice your size. You could hear their now labored breaths, muffled by their masks. The Austrian man roughly readjusted your posture, having you rest against his hips and throwing your legs around his waist. You gasped quietly once you sensed a bulge pressing into you. He fumbled with his zipper, but Ghost interrupted him with an irritated scolding. “You can’t just ram it in, you fucking dumbass.” You didn’t take long to understand the meaning and shivered at the thought. Without a warning, Ghost slid his hand into your now unbuckled pants. Two fingers begun pressing circles over your underwear and an unconscious whine escaped your lips. Satisfied by your reaction, he brought himself closer and increased the pace until he felt the moisture pooling in the fabric, which was enough encouragement to gently slip his way inside of you. In an attempt to help, König lowered his head over your breasts, fondling your now sensitive nipples with his tongue. His mask draped over your skin, adding a mild tickle to the overwhelming buildup. You suddenly remembered the storage no longer had a door after König kicked it out of its hinges, so you tried to push the muscular man away. “W-what if someone comes in?” Against your will and to your surprise, the question rolled out like a prolonged moan and you blushed awkwardly. “They won’t, if you shut up.” Ghost responded curtly. He considered it for a moment, and added smugly: “Don’t worry, that pretty mouth of yours will be real busy soon.” You closed your eyes tightly and prayed you wouldn’t be caught.

And you weren’t. You got away with it. That time, and the other time, and all the other times. At this point you question whether your other teammates truly haven’t noticed or have since learned to look away. Another possibility is that the psychotic duo has threatened the others into silence. Given their cocky attitude whenever you protest about the openness or risky timing, it wouldn’t surprise you at all. Even worse, their libido seems to be increasing exponentially as a consequence to their incessant competition of owning you. They seem to be plagued by a delirious need to have you at all times, and you’re rather afraid to admit that your desire to flee is slowly being replaced by a similar addiction. Rabid dogs in heat. That’s the only analogy that comes to mind.

Last time you didn’t even get the chance to return to the base. The soldiers had exited the truck, cheering their success and marching towards the gate. König had been quiet the entire ride, not even bothering to hide his ardent stare, his eyes hooded with lust. You were about to hop off yourself when you felt his burning grip on your wrist, pulling you back in and onto his lap. Oh, how he loves fucking you like this. His toned legs are sprawled out dominantly and his calloused hands guide you over his erection. No matter how many times you do it, the start is always painful. He’s just that big. But that’s his favorite part. Seeing you wince and tear up, holding your stomach as if shielding it from the foreign object assaulting the walls of your frail body. Then the thrusts become smoother and your movements break into an erratic pleading for more. He wants to witness it all. God, you turn him into a wild animal. His fingers dig into your skin and towards the end you’re a whimpering mess, shamelessly drooling over his uniform in a daze. As you coat him with your slick cum, he grunts and barely manages to speak. “Fuck, I’m gonna lose my mind for good one of these days.” His voice is deep and reverberates against your heaving chest.

Scratch that. Last time you didn’t even make it to the truck. You were laying behind a boulder, wiping the sweat and dirt off your face. You’d just finished taking out your targets and announced your return in the headset. Ghost approaches you with a hidden smirk and squats before you, extending a hand towards you. “Need help?” You nod with gratitude and take off your helmet. You reach for his hand, hoping he’d pull you up, but instead his fingers claw around your throat and push you against the ground. “Good, I have the perfect thing for a little slut like you.” He climbs over you without letting go of your neck and undoes your jacket with ease. Hell, he’s been doing it so often he could manage even blindfolded. With the free hand he shoves one of your legs away to make space. Truth be told, he’s very much biased towards this particular arrangement. He can already feel the unbearable pressure of his member waiting to be freed. He adores being able to take all of you in. Your expression, your small body trapped under his massive frame. He can fuck you as he pleases, until you turn into a rag doll, and there’s no way out. You grit your teeth in anticipation and hold onto his arm that’s choking you once he goes in. You must’ve been molded just for him. There’s no other explanation for his feral clinginess, scratching and biting and pulling in desperate, agonizing pleasure. After the deed has been done he can admire his masterful work, gazing lovingly at your flustered, disheveled form, gasping for air and dripping with his seed.

Your shake your head and try to chase away these perverted memories. You’re still damp from the shower and continue massaging your scalp with the towel, when you hear a knock on your door. Oh, no. No. “Busy!” is all you manage to shout. The door opens nonetheless and Ghost and König waltz in, entirely indifferent to your refusal. “Can’t I have one moment to myself?” You groan, frustrated. König leans against the wall and Ghost kneels in front of you. There’s a hint of cheekiness in his voice. “Sure. Tell us to go away and we will.” You blink and ponder his words. Remembering all the past encounters has gotten you a little bit eager, that’s true, but… “Say it.” He repeats himself. You squirm and look away, a deep red spreading across your face. Your lips are pursed. König lets out a soft laugh and closes the door, then faces you. “Since you wanted to be a brat, you have to beg for it now.”

What have you gotten yourself into?

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rookiesbookies · 4 months

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Please I need more strength kink like you wrote for König but for the text of the COD men. Does Soap show off and lift heavier when he sees you saunter into the gym? Does Ghost try not to pay attention as you stare? I am down bad for these boys

So this is the most recent ask Ive gotten but dont fret my other requesters, yalls are taking more time bc they’re longer form pieces (I dont want to spoil but honeymoon/consummation night with Ghost (doing some research for this one), some Konig wifey bits (there’s two or three), and Ghost’s wife wearing his mask) Im so excited you all are interacting with me I just wanna say. I love you all *MUAH* big kiss.

Also I took Keegan off this one bc I don’t think I have a lot of Keegan fans reading? (ik I love him tho) so if anyone wants it just put a comment and I’ll write one and edit it so its in here.

Edit right here: I put Keegan down at the bottom. Dw Keegan girlies he’s here now.

Another edit: I put Krueger bc a reblog asked for it

Without much more here’s:

Strength Kink with the 141

Masterlist is pinned as always, also let me know if yall want any as full blown fics.

Price

Price is an “old dog” as he calls himself. He knows he’s getting softer, the wrinkles are setting in, he doesn't quite have the body he used to as a LT. Kinda got a dad bod after adopting 3 boys.

First time he sees you drool over him? He is down fucking bad. Will do anything to see his sweet lady all red in the face over him again.

Fucking saunters over to you, hits you with “you can feel if ya like, love. Go on.” just holds his arms away from his chest while he’s in his tank top.

If you take him up on this offer (and I assume yall are dating at this point) and even just grab at a peck, he is tense. His abs are tight, his butt is clenched, he is doing it all to seem like he still has his young and sharp LT body.

He knows you dont care and love his dad bod and all his soft pillowy goodness but sometimes he feels like the pillsbury dough boy.

Absolutely would pick you up and carry you bridal style at any chance.

Tells you he’s “just practicing” however he is very clearly showing off.

If you come find him at the gym to drool all over him, that max he was only supposed to do one of per set, he is not repping.

“John, are you sure- I’ve never seen you lift this much you look red-”

“I'm alright, love, just doing my reps trying to set a new pr.” Little do you know that by repping this, this is his new pr.

Gaz and Soap are sitting there mouth open because Price has never done that and not fallen over and now he just KEEPS. GOING.

And Price’s wife just keeps drooling over him as Simon spots the poor guy.

(This is what i mean btw)

Soap

The worst about it of them all.

I'm telling you right now, if you have an oral fixation on his muscles, he will mate for life like a swan. Because if you mark up his muscles he will do EVERY SINGLE WORK OUT shirtless until Ghost is like “Johnny. You look like a slut and smell like a whore with all that cologne. We’re in the bloody gym.”

He will walk around shirtless in the tightest sweatpants to show off his thighs and abs to you.

Will bench press you.

Put your weight on the hip thrust and will call you over or send videos of him doing it.

If you’re sitting somewhere he will just pick you up and move you for the hell of it under the excuse he wanted to sit there just to see you get red.

If you compliment his body once, I'M TELLING YOU ONE TIME, he will buy the TIGHTEST shirts imaginable around the house to show off his shoulders, back, pecs, biceps, and abs.

If you even mention having a bad day, your face is going between his pecs. He also absolutely can do the thing where he can flex them one at a time and he does it 24/7 for fun.

Catch him planking at the gym?

Feeling bold?Let’s shimmy under the poor bastard to look up at him.

“Do push ups.”

“Bonnie, the fuck you mean-”

“Come down, get a kiss, and go back up?”

“And if I fall? Which I won’t but I gotta ask.”

“Can’t feel any worse than when you dive onto the bed to wake me up in the mornings.”

He’s floored. Goes down, gets his kiss, comes up.

Price has watched Soap do more pushups than he ever has outside of a punishment when he was in basic training. Johnny has half the mind to let himself drop, smoother you in sweaty hugs and kisses. But he doesn’t. Not until he’s shown off. It’s embarrassing how much sweat is dripping from him though. He’ll just say you both need a shower.

Ghost

Totally doesn't flex when he hugs you.

Oh you think he does?

If you ask him, you’re wrong. Simon is the most casual of them all.

He’ll just randomly pick you up.

Like throw you over his shoulder, hold you like a koala, bridal style, you name it. Unlike Price, who is more careful about it, Simon has been doing exercises to work on his balance so he can safely carry you down a flight on stairs.

If he catches you staring, its over for him. He’s blushing under his lil mask, acting like he doesnt see you.

If you walk up and open your mouth to talk to him, he’s not listening to a word of that blabbery. He’s focused on the way you watch his legs while he’s in the leg press. How if he flexes a bit more you have the pause so you don’t choke on your words.

If you’re the bold on and you get down to the level of his head because he can’t easily escape this machine right now to say something. I'm thinking like a “Simon, I’m going to need a thigh riding session at 1800 hours. Put that on your damn schedule.” And just walk out. Don’t elaborate.

He’s struggling to get out of the machine, considering chasing after you, possibly having a stroke over it. He’s so flustered he’s down right gasping for air. If he didn’t have shit to do today he’d scoop you up and show you want all these muscles could do just to get you to feel like how flustered he is.

Konig

(see the fic about his wife seeing him lift, its on my masterlist (its pinned))

Gaz

By the time you’ve started dating, you know Gaz is jacked. Just look at him ffs. Anyone could see it.

So you do the only reasonable thing and insist on being his gym partner.

And in turn he will insist on spotting your squats.

If you get so nervous you fail a set his plan springs into action. Bro has it lifted in one hand. He doesn't care if it's a lot. He WILL be lifting it in one hand just so you can see how strong he is.

“Kiss for your savor?” He asks.

“Sure.” You reply, pecking his lips.

But no no no.

“Love, I meant you’re actual savor.” He’d say, flexing that one arm and pointing to it.

Just roll your eyes and do it. It’s easier.

He is GLOWING for the rest of the day. He will now take any and all opportunities to lift heavy things for you.

That big box? Lifted. Come kiss his muscles. Cuz if you don’t he's picking you up and putting you in air jail for being ungrateful.

I feel like because Gaz is so lean its kinda a sleeper build situation? Could be completely using that term wrong but IDC.

Lowkey loves nothing more than you feeling up his abs under his shirt when yall are going to bed. Like your hands feel so nice on them when he’s flexing extra hard so they’re rock solid for you.

First time yall cuddled he almost passed out because he was trying to keep his muscles flexed for so long.

Edit: here’s Keegan

Keegan

Keegan was always walking around the house in the sluttiest tank tops and the lowest waist line sweatpants you’ve ever seen.

He had been showing off since he first met you, so I’ll tell you how it happened.

What did he wear on your first date? Tight ass t shirt and a leather jacket with black jeans.

He essentially was giving a strip show when he slowly took off that jacket, made sure you were watching when he did it with a smug look.

“What wrong, doll? Distracted?” He was definitely flexing hard. Pecs and biceps on full display and don't get me started on how he was clenching to get his abs to show through.

He made sure to get real close to.

Oh dear is that a dirty puddle, let him just… yk… casually pick you up to carry you over the smallest puddle ever.

And when he’s at the gym? You are getting tons of selfies. Those videos of him curling weights that are slightly too heavy all because he knows you like the sound of the groans he makes as he struggles to lift it. Oh he is hip thrusting your weight and a half, so you know you’ll never be too heavy. There’s a video he sent that was 10+ minutes of just him thrusting your weight. You honestly thought it was looped.

Oh and he carries your weight when he runs on the treadmill so he knows he and run and keep you safe if need be.

Here’s Krueger (i got carried away, enjoy)

Krueger:

Sebstian knows he’s already strong.

Picking you up and benching you is his favorite hobby. The way you can't help but giggle and he has to scold you to stop wiggling.

He’s always throw around his weight with you. He knows he’s a big. He loves to lay on you to stop you from moving.

Loves to have you lay on his torso with the weight at his hips as he works on his hip thrusts. Got kicked out of a gym because it was dangerous so he got weights to do it at home. Will do it shirtless so you can trace his tattoos.

Definitely has never told you he committed murder because he doesn’t want you to stop looking at him like he’s your savior as you rub his sore muscles.

God he loves having you rub his muscles, he just tries not to drool as you rub his calves and biceps with all the force your hands can muster to gently rub the knots away. One time he felt so good he almost cried as you rubbed one out of the back of his neck, he got so bricked he couldnt help it he felt like he was gasping for air the pleasure was so intense.

He’d never tell you that tho, no he’d rather die and speak up and tell you how good it feels when your massage his muscles while planting small kisses after every knot you work out. Definitely going to keep asking you to work his aches away… wonder if he can convince you he has a knot in his dick, no no wouldn’t do that to you not yet.

#cod x reader #call of duty #john price #captain price #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig #soap x you #john soap mctavish x reader #soap cod #soap x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick

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shotmrmiller · 15 days

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So... Which situationship with cod men is the worst (I mean the hardest to deal with for you?)

they're all fucking terrible, imo.

simon would the disgusting possessiveness yet won't give you a crumb of emotion. like would definitely threaten to murder anyone you see after him but if hes out with the boys, yall dont know each other. his enemies wont ever have something on him.

price won't commit because he's already spoken for (his job) but still likes to keep you stored away, like a toy in a dollhouse and only pulls you out to play when he feels like it. but you're his toy, his last name written on the bottom of your shoe with permanent marker.

kyle's the situationship you want to end because you have needs that he can't fulfill since he's always at work but he won't let you. like he's showing up at your moms place with flowers and chocolates (even though you think a bouquet is corny and you don't like chocolate) hes persistent to the point of being unwelcome, like gum in your hair, and every time you try to remove it, it only tangles further.

and johnnys hell. he abuses the fact that you're sweet on him. it makes getting laid that much easier. unmatched dick that has you sending those unhinged WYD texts at 2 am and guaranteed, if he's home, he will always respond. if you try cutting it off, johnny knows you'll come back.

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 11 months

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Cod Men with a Pervy!Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: Somnophilia, Underwear theft, stalking?, pillow humping, pillow theft, secret photography, masturbation

A/N: GOD, I got way too into this

Ghost

You were staring. He could feel it, your gaze boring a hole into his masked face, though he never betrayed anything other than that he was having a peaceful rest. He figured it was just because you were uncomfortable having to share a bed with him, the only bed in the entire safe house that the two of you were going to be stuck in for the next few days. It seemed like hours before your eyes finally drifted away from his face, dragging down the length of his body before settling on the crotch of his pants. When he peeked at you from under his lashes, he could see your bottom lip in between your teeth.

And then you were unbuckling his belt and it took everything he had not to jump. You used the new opening to wiggle your hand into his pants, your breathing heavy as you stroke him over his boxers, your thumb paying special attention to the base of his cock as he hardens under your touch. This only seems to excite you more and he can faintly make out the sight of your other hand pulling down your own pants so that you could touch yourself at the same time.

Strangely, he found that he didn’t mind at all. It made him excited even. And surely you wouldn’t mind if he returned the favor, once you were asleep and he was the one awake.

König

König was completely oblivious to your perversions, to the point that you mistake it as him knowing and just not caring, further enabling you and your filthy habits. You’re touchy with him? Good because he’s touched starved! Though he is a little confused on why your hand is so high up his thigh or why your hands dip a little low when he gives you a hug.

What he does start to wonder about is why all of his boxers seem to be going missing. The used ones in particular seem to be going missing a lot more frequently then his clean ones. His favorite pair (a simple half red and half white) were the most recent to disappear and this time he’s determined to get them back.

What he wasn’t expecting was to find them in your room, clutched to your chest as you whimper, playing with yourself. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest when he even saw you sniff the fabric. His face was bright red, and he wasn’t sure how you didn’t notice him just standing in your doorway like this. Or maybe you did, and you were just tired of hiding what you were doing.

Krueger

Perv meets Perv. The only difference is that Krueger knows that you’re a perv while you’re apparently oblivious to his own nature. How he lets you get close and run your fingers along his body when you think he’s not paying attention. Oh and how beautiful you look with your head thrown back in pleasure, your mouth forming his name as you ride your own fingers, Krueger watching through a scope from across the way, his breathing heavy as he palms himself through his pants.

Or how it’s your pillow that he’s rutting into when he watches you do mundane tasks, obsessed with the way you move when you think no one is looking. He can’t help but think about how you’d look with his cum dripping down your legs as you go about your household chores. Oh and don’t worry about the pillow, he’s already replaced it with one of his own.

One that smells exactly like him, and that he knows you’ll be pleasuring yourself to, your nose buried in the nice plush fabric. It’s his favorite pillow too, just so you know how much he cares about you, that he’s willing to give you all his best things just to make you happy, even if you don’t know it.

Keegan

You’re insane if you think you can hide anything from Keegan, especially when you’re so obvious. He knows all about the pictures you take of him when you think he isn’t looking, your little camera clutched close to your chest as you stare at him with your adorable eyes filled with adoration. Like you want to worship everything he is.

It’s quite an ego boost for him honestly. He’ll start wearing tighter shirts and pants, making sure that every picture you take really shows off his body. If he sees you in, say, the gym? The shirt even comes off, and he’s smirking when he catches sight of how you drool over him, the near inaudible clicks of your camera seemingly going a mile a minute.

If a picture ever slips out of your pocket around him, he’s all fake surprised as he picks it up and hands it back to you, trying to hide how amused he is at the fear on your face. He’ll coo about how he didn’t know you were a photographer and how nice the photo is, even if the contents are absolutely filthy. (He does make a note that you seem to have a camera in his room though and he resolves to find it later so he can give you only the best angles as he touches himself)

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