#Cod mw

[callsign-coolsquirrel]

Mission Wetwork(?) all i could think about was emerging from the water and a lilly pad on Price instead of his little hat

[chamomiletealeaf]

Had a dream that this big sexy man rescued me from the snow and he shoved his fingers in my mouth to see if I was still warm and like I moaned and stuff and he was like ???? Then he put his fingers back in my mouth and I whined from how much I loved it lol but anyways…

I need to suck on Simon’s big thick fingers dude I need it so bad.

Like imagine you guys are baking together, something you finally got him to do since it made you happy, and he gets some batter on his hands and while you’re whisking he says “here, open.” Then shoves his batter covered fingers in your mouth oh my god 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

You keep eye contact with him and clean his fingers off, sucking on them for longer than needed but it’s just so fucking hot.

“Yeah that’s it sweetheart, clean them off nice and good for me. Just like that.”

Or you could be arguing, something dumb making him smug as fuck, so when you’re yelling at him he just slowly walks up to you and shoves his fingers in your mouth, and you immediately calm down.

“Little bird’s chirpin’ too much. Luckily all it takes is some fingers in that pretty little mouth to shut you up hm?”

God I can’t do it oh my God I need a big sexy man’s thick fingers in my mouth right now nearly gagging me from how- ok I need to relax…

[mellounir]

how could you not love the guy

[lovelyghst]

simon’s not a virgin by any means, but the first time he sinks his thick cock into your tight, sweet little cunt, he absolutely loses it.

the sugary tone in which you gave him permission to fuck you after he asked, begged you so nicely, like he was even deserving of it.

how he has to bite down on the rugged knuckle of his fist when he presses the head of his cock to your soaked cunny, failing to stifle down his groans but already too fucked-out to care whatsoever once he bottoms out (or at least as much of his cock he’s able to fit in).

the way his name spills from your puffy lips when he finally starts to move, just barely an inch in and out with each ‘thrust’ because you’re just so fucking warm and welcoming and he doesn’t want to separate from you for even a split moment.

how your fingertips lightly graze between the divots of his flexed, pronounced abs, nails raking over his skin with a softness no one has ever shown him. he’s turning greedy for you; needs more and more.

you turn dumb in a matter of seconds. so dumb, in fact, you haven’t even noticed he finished inside you the instant his cock was fully sheathed within your tummy, and how he’s already coaxing out his second load to join the first one fucked deep into your womb.

and you can’t even blame him, considering he was fucked utterly stupid from the moment he set eyes on you :(

[walmart-icarus]

Gossip king

[brainlice]

his tower fell _(┐「ε:)_

[ghcstsoap]

Price and laswell but it’s just them agrueing whether it’s football or soccer for hours straight (it’s football)

[rad0nwrites]

I’m having major brain worms at 12:19pm on a Monday about Simon Riley being domesticated by his partner.

Hear me out:

Not in the sense of him “losing his masculinity” or whatever. He’s got plenty of that in his 6’4” frame. But in the sense of experiencing healthy love, and a relationship that his mother should have had with his father.

He used to hate laundry day, but now he looks forward to it because his partner made it fun.

He started bringing a lunch that was packed for him, instead of scrounging the commissary for snack foods because he couldn’t stand seeing his significant other so distraught over his eating habits.

He leaves early on pub nights because he’d rather be home with the Missus/Mister/Spouse so he can see their eyes light up in surprise when he walks in the door.

He didn’t understand why he needed to go grocery shopping with them until he realized how fun it could be. You and him both got a say in what was had for dinner. He didn’t realize that that was even an option.

He makes it a habit to give them a kiss before he leaves for work. If he forgets, he’ll turn his ass back around to make up for it. (Being 15 minutes late won’t kill him.)

When he’s home, he makes it a habit to cook at least one meal a week for you both.

If you’re out of town, he’ll meal prep different freezer meals and other items so you won’t have to cook as much when he’s away. (He learned to make stock and froze it in ice cube trays after you offhandedly mentioned it and how life changing that would be.)

Simon Riley learns of soft loving and won’t stop doing so while you’re with him.

“Y’make me want t’be a better man, lovie.”

His partner has no idea how much they mean to him.

I just want this man to experience soft love, you know?

[gomzdrawfr]

Get loved, loser

[popipopipopipopipo000]

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Nikto face headcanon sketches that i might change later, but for now it stays this way lol

[welldonekhushi]

Arjun slightly opened Aditya's door and saw the Sergeant lying flat on the bed, eyes closed in a deep sleep. He stood silently, watching the commando rest after a grueling night, the memory of what led to this moment still fresh in his mind.

The truth was, Aditya had been put on a timeout.

Arjun had been furious with how poorly Aditya had performed during the obstacle course and training drills. His frustration had prompted the Captain to issue a harsh punishment; Aditya was to repeat the obstacle course, but several times over. Worse still, he was made to train through the entire night, deprived of rest, forced to push his limits.

Despite receiving such a harsh punishment from his own Captain, Aditya showed neither complaint nor hesitation. He knew he hadn’t lived up to expectations, hadn’t been enough to satisfy the Captain’s standards. And so, without protest, he chose to take on the obstacle course again and again.

“It’s okay, Major.” He had said, his voice calm but resolute. “I know I haven’t given my best, so I’ll keep pushing myself, even if it means sacrificing sleep.”

Arjun watched him in secret, hidden in the shadows. He saw Aditya running over the same circuit, pushing himself without pause, jogging through every obstacle, relentless and focused, in that very same spot where he had once stumbled.

He was able to keep an eye on Aditya for a good while, since Arjun wasn't the one to sleep early when everybody else were resting in their dorms. He repeatedly checked the time, seeing how long Aditya lasted.

It was around one in the morning when Aditya finally broke. His breath came in heavy gasps as he clutched his chest, stumbling to a stop. He looked back at the obstacle course, sweat-drenched and exhausted, his brows furrowed, not in defeat, but in frustration.

To him, it still wasn’t enough.

But, his inner voice called him. "You did enough, Aditya. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure the Captain would be proud that you came this far. Now go get some rest. You need it."

He gave a slight nod to no one in particular, swallowing hard as he turned and began the slow walk back to his dorm.

From the shadows, Arjun watched him leave. Aditya came in his room, knocking his boots off and laid flat on the bed, sighing in relief.

A few minutes later, Arjun quietly made his way to Aditya’s room, finding him already fast asleep, with his body finally giving in, collapsed in deep, well-earned rest.

He quietly observed Aditya, who was taking slow breaths and slight snores and along with his dorm room, which was well-organized. Arjun noticed a folded blanket resting on a small shelf nearby. He picked it up, gently unfolding it, then draped it over Aditya’s body.

Carefully, he tucked the blanket around him, then reached to lift his head just enough to adjust the pillow beneath. Arjun lingered for a moment, his hand brushing gently through Aditya’s hair in a quiet, almost instinctive gesture of care. A soft hum escaped from Aditya as he shifted slightly to one side, his features softening into a peaceful, contented expression.

Arjun knew Aditya was capable of much more. But even so, he couldn’t help but feel a quiet pride in him, which is not expressed through praise or applause, but through these small, unseen gestures.

He was never a man who voiced his approval. Words felt too easy, too hollow. Instead, Arjun spoke through action, through presence, through care, through the quiet things no one else ever noticed.

Without saying a word, Arjun reached over and switched off the lamp on the nightstand beside him. The room was gently swallowed by shadows, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the window.

He paused at the doorway, taking one last look at Aditya, who was now completely still, wrapped in warmth, resting without burden.

Then, Arjun stepped out and closed the door behind him softly, knowing it was finally time for him to sleep, too.

Wanted to write this small story on Arjun and Aditya's relationship! Aditya working hard while Arjun silently takes pride of him <3

[chamomiletealeaf]

Ok but Simon with dad glasses 😩😩

He’d be reading something and when you ask him something he looks at you from over the thin rectangular frames ugh 😩

He could be sitting on the couch reading a newspaper like an old man and when you ask him if he wants some tea he lowers the paper into his lap and looks at you from over his reading glasses like:

“Hm? What’s that lovie?”

And you get so flustered you start playing with your hands like:

“Um. I- do you want some tea baby?”

And he smirks at you before pushing the frames up on his nose to go back to reading before saying:

“Sure love, but after you come here and sit in my lap while I finish this column.”

[the-palelady]

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

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

however, you don’t say it back.

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

but your response never comes.

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

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

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

“si-“

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

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

[gothghostiie]

cw: poly!141, gangbang, anal fingering, bottom!price, dom!price

the boys had been doing so well on their missions, so naturally, price has ro reward them. and what could be a better than to get to fuck the captains tight hole? he calls them into his office, sweet talking them about how good they've been, praising them for being such good little soldiers, all while unbuckling his belt.

they think they're all getting to suck his cock for being so good, all of them allowed to swallow a load from the man they so adore, cocks collectively growing hard behind layers of fabric at the thought. but price knows better than to just throw them a bone when they're this eager and well behaved.

their eyes all widen when price walks around the desk and, instead of leaning against it as he usually does, he bends over and drops his pants along with his boxers. keeps talking like nothing is wrong, lubing his thick fingers up before reaching back and working them into his hairy backside, voice straining slightly. John doesn't look at them while he does it, trying to save some face, he can feel their eyes glued to him already, no need for them to see him blush like a cheap whore.

when he feels he's ready he pulls his fingers free, now instead reaching back with both hands and pulling himself open and vulnerable. "now, have at it. be nice and share, you lot."

[novasintheroom]

It’s hard to complain about your body with Simon around. He’ll watch you squish your stomach in the mirror, lips tugging down, and come up behind you to take your hands and hold you close. “Stop doin’ that,” he’ll murmur. “S’fine.” You complain about the curve of your cheeks, and he’s just baffled. He loves your cheeks. Loves to pinch them when you’re cute, pull them when you’re being sassy, rub his own stubbled cheek against yours just to feel it, bite the apple of it when he gets you to laugh. You pout down at your thighs when they squish out as you sit on the couch, and Simon is there to lay his head on your lap, murmuring something about not needin’ a pillow.

Simon loves the pudge of your belly. The fat on your thighs. In a world where he is constantly surrounded by harsh lines and harsher men, your softness enthralls him. To return home to it after a hard mission is what he looks forward to most.

[mellosdrawings]

Post-OP crash out rkgk