#cod x reader

[softaestluv]

tw: blood

Medic!reader who can’t fucking stand Ghost. You’re much rougher when patching him up than anyone else, tugging on his bandages a little too harshly, applying just a little too much pressure on his wounds.

The masochist fucking likes it.

He has to take his mask off so you can treat a gash on his lips and the motherfucker just smiles at you. Eyes a little wild, lip split in two, blood dripping into his mouth and down his chin. It’s smeared on his teeth, red and copper to the taste.

He’s smiling like it doesn’t hurt—or maybe it does and he just likes that, but it only widens when you dig a towel roughly into the gash.

[ghouljams]

never done a hybrid au or anything but I keep thinking about hare!Ghost and rabbit!reader

he's so big, limbs and ears stretched too long, scent eerily similar to something you could almost call familiar, his shape is uncanny, cousin to your own but corded with different muscles. his nose twitches differently, his ears stand too tall, his penchant for open spaces felt quirky at first but now you watch him lay out in an open field and the way he disappears against the ground sends a chill down your spine. he is so much like you and yet every inch of you knows he's different.

but no one else seems to care. they pair you up like alarm bells don't ring each time you stand next to him. they joke about leaving rabbits together and you swallow the need to scream that he's not like you, that it isn't natural, it doesn't work, that when his eyes slink towards you they read as foreign as a predator. it's like staring down a funhouse mirror of your species, some convergent evolution gone wrong, shifted for a harsher environment, your families separated enough that you never should have been faced with someone like him.

you thump your foot at him when he gets too close and your entire body heats in embarrassment. it's an empty threat, you're hardly fit for fighting without the guns and knives that soldiers carry but ghost- ghost studies you like an insect, like he can't quite figure out why you're so soft and round where he isn't. he stares at you in every room his existence corners you into. he tugs at one of your ears when you pass him in the hall, he gropes at the fat of your hips when you stand in line at mess, he grips your tail so hard you have to stop yourself from yelping. so you thump at him, because you're tired of whatever measurements he's taking, whatever comparisons he's drawing between the two of you, silent observer to your fear of him, using it to keep you quiet against the persistent harassment; his nose twitches.

he's faster than you, you already knew that, you shouldn't be surprised when he lunges at you the way he does. you still scramble to get away, launch yourself into movement, some hind-brain instinct propelling you forward, searching for somewhere small and dark to hide yourself. Even though you know he'll catch you, that his big hands will grip you hard and then, well, you don't have to think too hard about what he wants.

you'd seen the way his hard cock strained against his fatigues at every mention of fucking like rabbits.

[babyybrii]

simon riley doesn’t cum easily. he’s old enough to be your dad and he’s been fucking girls since before you were even a thought. it’s something he’s proud of—most girls are lucky enough to get foreplay and twenty minutes let alone hours of teasing, touching and fucking that’ll have them forgetting their own name. it’s something he even warns you about, almost holds the idea over your head when the topics of sex and your virginity come up.

“‘’m a grown man, sweetheart. much worse than the boys your father warns you about. wanna get you ready first.”

and he does—when the day comes and your laid out on your pretty silk sheets, topless and wearing nothing but your cutest lace panties—just for him. he spends an hour with his mouth between your legs, fingers inside you, hands all over your body. he spends so much time ‘getting you ready’ that when it’s finally time for him to sink his cock inside you—

he stills.

you blink up at him, shifting at the pressure of him just sitting inside you.

“simon?” you whisper, shuddering as your pussy clenches around him over and over—desperate for him to move, touch, something.

“need a minute,” he grunts, eyes squeezed shut. his fists clench and unclench next to your head. his hips twitch. he throws his head back when you try moving for him—

“don’t.” he snaps, must harsher than he meant, hand flying down to still your movement, “‘m gonna blow my load if you move again sweetheart.”

you blink. you frown. you think. then you grin. “but you said-”

“shut up.”

tags: @avgdestitute @3m3lia9 @km-ffluv

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[vylaris]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭….. 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 + 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒆 tags: fluff, meet-cute-ish?, fem!reader

simon, who eyes the box on his bunk like it might detonate in a second.

the box has his name on it. but it’s definitely not his.

a tiny heart over the ı in “s. riley” gave it away.

the base’s postal clerk didn’t comment. just handed it over without so much as a glance.

probably didn’t dare to ask.

simon, who rips the box open. either it’s a prank, or whatever’s inside will tell him who it actually belongs to.

the second the seal breaks, a feminine scent curls into the air. something that doesn’t belong in a room that reeks of gun oil and dried sweat.

besides the obviously-not-his-size sweater, hot chocolate mix, and a strawberry-shaped compact mirror, he finds a note.

just in case this doesn’t reach sierra riley, pls text me!

he grumbles, already planning to track down whoever this other riley is first thing in the morning.

but at 02:56, when sleep won’t come with that bloody comforting scent still clinging in the air, he types:

next time you send something, put a proper name on it. could’ve ended up in antarctica.

a flood of sheepish apologies lights up his phone when the sun rises. he leaves them on read.

simon, who tries to let the whole thing slip from his mind.

but somehow, the note ends up folded between the pages of the book he's reading.

and every now and then, he swears your scent still lingers in his room.

until one afternoon, gaz leans into the rec room doorway, eyes twinkling with far too much glee.

“LT, someone’s got a package for ‘riley’ here.”

he doesn’t look up from pouring his tea. “wrong riley.”

“nah, she said the grumpy one. figured that narrowed it down.”

a meek voice comes from behind gaz. “but i didn’t say—”

simon, whose head snaps up. neck creaking in protest at the speed.

price’s beard twitches over his mug. “you sure that’s the riley you’re lookin’ for, miss?”

despite the wide, panicked eyes, you quickly nod. hands tightening around the box clutched close to your chest.

soap whistles low, leaning out of the couch with far too much interest. “a lass actually seekin’ out for LT? christ, the world is endin’.”

simon steps forward. slowly. eyes fixed on you even when the others are trying to rile him up.

he never expected you to exist beyond a scribbled note and a faint trace of scent.

you offer the box with both hands, words tumbling out before you can stop them.

“sorry again for last time. sierra said you actually went out your way to find her and gave the box, so uh…i thought i should make one for you too. you know, for the trouble. since i was already dropping hers off anyway.”

a beat passes. the others watch the exchange with interest.

then simon reaches out, gloved hand brushing yours as he takes it.

but his hand lingers half a second too long. thumb brushing your knuckle in what might be a mistake. or not.

you don’t seem to notice.

but they do.

gaz blinks. soap’s mouth hangs open. price lifts a brow.

“...thanks,” simon says quietly.

and for the first time, maybe ever, he looks at someone like he’s not waiting for them to leave.

like he’s actually hoping you’ll stay for a while.

⤷ MASTERLIST

[voxslays]

[tojisteddy]

After little to no consideration, I thought about inmate!simon.

inmate!simon, who’s been in and out of jail his whole life but really did try his best to stay out of the system when he started dating you. well, tried not to get caught, but they’re kinda the same thing, no? What was his job exactly? No one likes a hit man until you need one.

It’s after you had your baby, little Robin, Simon got caught up on a mission. It was supposed to be in and out— who would’ve thought it was the man pulling the strings over some President? Price’s own target. So someone had to take the fall, for the time being.

Does Simon hate being in there? Course he does. No one likes being jail unless they have no where better to be. But he promises you it’s just six months. And it’ll only be six months. Why? Because he made a deal with the devil John Price that would get him out of that shit hole only if Simon worked for him.

inmate!simon who’s letters are extremely plain, ‘worked out a bit on the yard, almost got in a fight but the guy fucked off when he saw me. The foods still shit but I ate.’ But he’ll end it off with something so fucking sweet, ‘hug the kid a little tighter and a little longer for me. I’ll take all the responsibilities when I get out, change every nappy they ever have. And you sweetheart, I think about you every day, every hour. My darling [+], my all, I know I hurt you this time, but I’ll be there for you soon baby. Just wait for me. Please.’

inmate!simon, who gets visits twice every two weeks from you. One with Robin so they can see their father, Simon will put his fingers to the glass and cutely coo to get your child’s attention. He even smiles— okay, maybe not a proper one. But his eyes are gleaming like stars as he hears his baby babble ‘dada’ and ‘wub,’ heart swelling at how fantastic his one year olds drawings are, “Bloody incredible artist you are baby, Micheal Angelo doesn’t got shit on you.”

the second visit— let’s just say, it’s never just you two just catching up.

inmate!simon who whispers the nastiest, freakiest, down right sluttiest things imaginable through the phone as he watches you try to contain yourself with the vibrator you got stuffed in your cunt. How’d you get it past security? Don’t ask. Your hands trembling as you cough the phone. Your eyes hazy as you look at the hunk of man through the bulletproof glass, his scared face and tattoos— you gasp at the sight of him. The vibrator buzzing inside your tight walls.

“Such a dirty little slut, getting off while someone’s fuckin grandma is crying next to you. Bet your dyin t’ have your pretty pussys stuffed with my cock, hm? Have you sobbing while I play with your little button, ma hands goin from your wet cunt to your pretty nipples, to your neck while I fuck you stupid— you’d like that? Wouldn’t you?”

inmate!simon who gets off on you getting off because he just can’t get off without seeing you face to face, loves to how you react his and only his husky voice talk to your through the glass. How you drool, and whimper and mewl his name, even humping at the damn chair if you’re too out of it.

And sure inmate!simon’s been escorted out of visitation by security, right after you’ve cum and all— once off catching someone sneaking a glance at you, of course the blonde had to teach him a lesson for keeping his eyes away from you, slammed his head on the table with not a fuck given. The other for Simon “encouraging” you to be the freaks you are.

He could only let that conniving smirk dance on his perfect lips, he’ll yell as they take him the door, “You call me dolly, not finished with you yet.” And it simply makes you melt, excitedly blowing a kiss to your man goodbye.

inmate!simon who spends his time working out or reading. He keeps to himself most of the time, moseying around the courtyard on a good day. On a good day, he plays barber and will do just about anyone’s hair— cutting hair, buzzcuts & line ups, trimming beards, maybe even teaching someone a lesson with a spare blade, Simon does it all!

inmate!simon who gets out with more tattoos than he went in with but they’re not shit by any means, well drawn and taken care of. Simon only shrugs, let’s the end of his lip curve up, “Little babe didn’t get the talent from no one love.”

a/n: more one day idk.

most recent

[nthewriter]

“Hey Simon.”

“Hmmm?”

“Do you think you can get me those night vision goggles you wear?”

“What the fuck are you talking about, luv?” Simon asked groggily, and tiredly, as he rolled on his side to face.

He had just came back from a long deployment some days ago and all he wanted was sleep. And quiet. Except you, his partner, was a chatterbox. A annoying lovable chatterbox.

He saw you looking all shy and embarrassed. You shrugged.

“You know, to see in the dark-“

“I know what they are for.” Simon cut you off. “What’s the real reason?”

“I am scared of the dark.”

He blinked. Once. Twice. He forced his eyes to be focused on you and to not drop back down. He stared at you and your flushed face.

“Uh. That explains a lot.” He grunted. “Okay, luv, I will bring you some.”

“You promise?”

“On Johnny’s Mohawk, Price’s cigar and Kyle’s cap.” He replied with a slight chuckle.

“What are you on? Did you smoke?”

“Just- go back to sleep, luv. If a monster arrives, I will take care of it.”

“I really want those goggles, Simon.” You muttered before closing your eyes and attempting to sleep.

[byfawn]

you say simon’s name for the first time

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

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

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

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

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

you whimpered, tail flicking nervously. “si…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

find more of this adorable duo here!

[rawme-price]

So, reader described her ideal guy as a spitting image of ghost without realizing, right?

Well one day while ur out shopping you see the most drop-dead gorgeous guy ever. He's everything you want. Tall, beefy, soft blonde curls atop his head and dark chocolate eyes. You can see just the hint of a tattoo sleeve where his arm cuffs have rolled up, and what looks like a fair few facial scars under the black surgical mask.

Ur about to go up and flirt like ur life depends on it, already planning where you'll take him to eat, when he ducks around a corner. You follow, just a bit dazed by the way his thigh muscles shift beneath his jeans. Except, hes fucking gone??? Like. No where to be seen.

You mourn the loss of ur perfect guy for weeks, regaling soap and gaz about ur white whale in gym. "No, im serious! He was like an angel sent from God, you should have seen him!" Ur explaining desperately, trying to emphasize just how hot this guy's was.

"Soft puppy dog eyes and biceps that could smother a man! I didnt see a ring, dude I have to have him." Gaz seems mildly amused, nodding along. "Plus, get this, I saw him buy my favourite brand of protein bars! If that isnt a sign then what is??"

While you continue to rant and rave, ghost whos overlooking some newbies sparring pointedly does not look in ur direction. The heated flush crawling up his back cant be seen, and thank god for that. He's been blushing everytime he looks at you ever since you saw him in the grocery store and muttered "holy shit hes hot", thinking he wouldnt hear.

[rottingpink]

cw. porn with no plot.

yes, the idea of reader getting used as a fleshlight is fantastic, but what about reader using him as a dildo? not worried about his pleasure. you're only fucking him because he's a loser with a huge cock.

you're stuffing your panties (lacy, soaked through, reeking of your perfect pussy) into his face in a failed attempt to stifle his loud, unabashed moans. he definitely hasn't been fucked before, if so, not like this. due to his inexperience, he's probably came way too many times already inside you, and so you're bouncing on his fat, slimy cock with cum sloshing inside you and leaking with every bounce onto his pelvis.

"oh fuck- shut up, will you? i'm t-trying... mmnh... to focus," you manage out. trying to sound stern is basically an impossibility when you've got his cock smushed inside you to the hilt.

his hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, thighs trembling beneath you as you sink down on him and then rock your hips back and forth while completely stuffed. this method doesn't give him as much pleasure as it does for you, but you don't care. this isn't for his pleasure, or your connection. all you care about is how deep he hits when you sink all the way, how your cunt's clenching so tight he can't stop shaking.

"f-fuck-!" he whines again pathetically through the lace in his mouth, drool soaking the crotch of your panties where they're pressed over his mouth and nose. his eyes are wide, glassy, fixed on the place where you meet him. it's humiliating how desperate he looks.

"you like getting used, huh?" you pant, beginning to bounce again so the overstimulation hits once more. you let his big, drooling cock drag and catch with each rough bounce. it makes that slick, wet sound every time you move.

"ah- ye-yeah, like it soooo much," he moans so loud it vibrates through your soaked panties, tries to say something, but you shove your panties harder into his face so you don't hear what shit he has to say. his cock pulses again and you can feel more warmth spill out of you, overflowing from the tip, dripping down to his balls in glooping heaps. "such a -shit- big fucking cock wasted on a nobody like ngh! you. y-you don't deserve it."

your voice cracks halfway through but you don't stop or pretend this is anything but using him like he's just a toy that happens to twitch and moan and cum without your permission. your hands are braced on his chest for balance, his skin hot and slick under your palms from how hard he's sweating, poor thing.

you push the underwear just enough to see his eyes, which are teary and rolled back. his eyes clamp shut when you drop down especially hard, and his whole body jerks like he's seizing. his stomach tightens under your hands but the second you grind down again deep, slow and mean, he lets out a strangled sob into your panties, soaked through with spit and the sharp scent of your cunt.

"mmnh, fuck, look at you," you breathe out, "you're crying, sweetheart. is it too much?" you coo mockingly, dragging your hips up until just his swollen tip is nestled at the edge of your cunt, nearly pulling out. the area where his cockhead enters you is smeared in cum and slick. he scrabbles at your arms, needing to be back inside you. then, without warning, you slam back down, clamping hard on him.

he screams behind the fabric. legs kicking. you begin grinding down hard as punishment until you feel another twitch inside you, his cock thickening, spurting another weak, creamy load. his fifth? sixth? doesn't matter.

[fernsdelight]

Nasty dog!John "Soap" MacTavish x F!reader, who posts a sex for rent ad.

Okay, so maybe Johnny got a little lonely ever once in a while

A beautiful view of the city. Your own private bedroom and bathroom!

But it was hard for a bloke like him, have some sympathy! It was practically impossible to keep a relationship with how long and often his deployments were.

All utilities paid for, wifi included. I’ll even help you move in!

All he wanted was a wee bonnie lass to come home to. Give him a big hug, thank him for his service, and maybe, just maybe, let him have a little taste of your wee sweet cunt.

Pay nothing for rent! Looking for a female roommate, must be okay with giving me benefits. See image attached:

Okay, so maybe Johnny is a nasty dog. Maybe being shot in the head knocked a little more than a few screws loose. He was a good-looking guy, pretty blue eyes, exceptionally fit, quite the charmer too. It was a win-win for everyone.

When you saw the ad, you couldn’t believe it. Pictures of the rooms, free rent, and it was close to the city. You weren’t stupid; you could read between the lines about what type of “benefits” he would want. But the offer was so very tempting…

A simple message to Johnny had him checking your profile, then your other social media, then your friends' social media too. He wanted you, God, he wanted you bad. It didn’t take long before the lease was signed, $1 per month, just to keep the contract valid.

Johnny was a true gentleman, helped you set up your furniture in your room and hauled all the heavy things up the stairs. He didn’t even start dry humping you until you were all settled in, then everything was fair game.

Johnny had you caught in the doorframe, rutting his hips into your ass. He panted and groaned into your ear, his greedy hands grabbing on to whatever he could touch: hips, breasts, ass. Nasty dog.

His cock was fat, heavy and thick, promising you a delicious stretch when he bent you over on the bed and tugged down your pants. He could already see the damp patch of wetness, practically smelling it in the air, which had him salivating. He didn’t hesitate to press his nose against your pussy, inhaling your scent before tugging off your panties.

Your puffy folds were slick and sticky with arousal as Johnny rubbed the broad crown of his cock through them, collecting the wetness on his tip before pushing inside. The stretch burns, but feels so damn good, your juices dripping down to coat his heavy balls.

He kept his pace deep and slow, his rough fingers finding your swollen clit, mercilessly rubbing it until your pussy was squeezing the life out of his cock and you were crying with pleasure.

Johnny aimed for those sweet little spots inside you, the ones that had you clawing at the sheets, trying to milk his cock for all its worth. With his fingers rubbing over your sticky clit and Johnny’s fat cock stuffing you so full, it wasn’t a surprise when you came.

The Scotsman groaned as you squeezed around his so damn tight, your walls rippling around his cock as he fucked you through every wave of your orgasm. You were creaming around his, soaking his thighs while your clit twitched under the rough pad of his thumb from overstimulation.

His thrusts became lazy and sloppy, moaning into your shoulder as he thrusts forward one more time, his balls drawing up tight to his body before filling you up with his hot, sticky load.

Johnny stroked up and down your sides gently as you both came down from your shared highs. He left to grab a towel while you basked in the post-orgasmic bliss, returning seconds later to clean you both up, tender and gentle with his touches.

“Want to go shower together?” you ask, fluttering your lashes at him through half-lidded eyes.

“I’d love to, hen.”

[softaestluv]

Johnny likes when you jerk him off after a long day, face buried between your breasts, groaning deep thank yous and needed this s’much, bonnie everytime you fondle his balls.

[ghouljams]

Honestly love writing the perspective shifts between the princess and Ghost because every time it feels like:

You, the princess: perhaps he might even kiss my hand 🥴 and I can imagine kissing him on the mouth 🫣 if that is not too improper 😵‍💫

Ghost, so horny he cant see straight: If this woman keeps bending over in front of me i swear to god im going to fuck her tits I dont care who is watching i will do it in front of the king, the groundskeeper and god i do not care. the devil himself could not get my cock back in my pants, bend over one more time and see what happens 🫩

[sweetpianoxoxo]

Breeding kink! Breeding kink! Breeding kink!

Simon Riley, who has hyperspermia. Can fill a condom with just his precum and doesnt really have sex anymore cause most women dont wanna run the risk of being pregnant.

Until he meets you.

You, who beg for him to cum inside and sleep with his cock still in 'so it sticks'. You who will bend over any surface for him if you can tell hes getting uncomfortable.

After the first time fucking you, he fell completely into the idea of breeding you too. Couldn't stop imagining you swollen with his copious amounts of seed, holding your intertwined love in that tummy.

And of course, within weeks, it would happen. People would call him crazy for getting a girl pregnant that he wasn't even dating for a month.

He liked to think he was efficient.

[toasttew]

An alternative version of me and my bestie:

(I made my meme on Instagram plis don't judge me 💔)