#cod ghost

[alchemyfreak321]

Reactor Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023)

[stargirlstabber]

imagine alpha!simon riley ruthlessly rutting his strong hips into you from behind. his massive hand pushes your head down as you moan and cry into the pillow, your drool slowly soaking the fabric. and that is not the only thing that's getting soaked. your tight cunt is soaking wet, literally dripping around your alpha's cock, milking him, eager for his knot. as well as the soaked sheets. mostly from your sweet release squirting out of you while simon never once stops pistoning his thick length into you. you just take what your alpha gives you, loosing count of how many times you already came. but don't worry, your alpha keeps track of that, he always counts your releases out loud for you to hear. if your cockdrunk brain can even grasp the information. once he rumbles out a two digit number, you ask yourself how you're even alive with the way he's fucking you.

[codnasties]

https://x.com/fuckbunnyyy/status/1778552213155049863?s=46&t=WOdkpgQ21mhbpNfBSPinJw

Ok this video is 😩 so

Simon getting into a petty fight with his wife because of her not pulling out or something, so he goes over to his wife’s best friend y/n house while turning off his location for 3-5 hours. Not wanting to be interrupted by his wife. He spend those hours breeding y/n until he is sure she might ended up with his baby.

i don't tend to be the bigest fan of cheating stuff but good lord anon your mind, this awoke something in me i didn't know i had

cheater ghost 👻 (🌽 link)

there are moments in which ghost asks himself why he got married and why he was still stuck in that marriage. constant arguments, getting cheated on and still trying to make the marriage work, continuously feeling like he's carrying the full weight of the relationship,...

but it seems that something as banal as an argument for not pulling out, when it had never been a problem, seemed to be it for him. he started spiralling: was he that unlikeable, was she cheating again, was there a problem that he was not seeing,...? but all that doubtfulness soon turned into rage, he was tired of all that bullshit. and in all that madness, you popped up in his head, sweet little thing, likeable, the best one could ask for, his wifed best fried, and he realised that he wanted revenge,

so he left the house, became unreachable and basically disappeared for hours on end. because he was at your house, because he knew how you had looked at him before with such hunger in your eyes and it was finally the moment to take the chance.

when you opened the door, you barely had time to processes it was him on the other side because he leapt to you, almost bringing you down with his sheer force, and started hungrily kissing you. the two of you barely had time to take your clothes off between all the rushed kissing and groping that was going on before he bent you over the couch and started both desperately and roughly fucking into you.

and he had one single objective in his mind: to get you full of his cum, cumming into you again and again until it started dripping out and he was sure that you were going to end pregnant. he's going to be pounding you pussy until you are so sore you can barely walk and all the rage he had inside had come out in the form of his seed.

now he needs a divorce, because why would he stay with his wife when he could be coming home to a pretty thing like you every day?

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Simon who has an obsession with thighs. Its not even about the shape nor size of them. Just everything about how warm they feel when he cops a feel.

Squeezing right below your bare ass and laughing to himself when you squeak at the coldness of his hand. Freezing cold and finding heaven in your thighs. He'll knead them for hours until his hands go smooth if you let him.

Around his head is perfect, he could fall asleep just by pressing himself into your thighs. Sometimes he doesn't even care to be sexual, its more of a comfort to him. Something of a luxury in his life. Just to remind him you're there.

[devil-in-hiding]

(i need to come up with an AU name for these drabbles because honestly i just picture the guys as your roommates when i make these)

“Mary and Joseph does this even count as a skirt?” Johnny breathes, holding up the tiny black skirt between his fingers for Kyle to inspect, hand under his chin. “Think it’s more like underwear.”

“There’s no way you’re actually wearing this.” Simon grunts, snatching the skirt out of Johnny’s hands, eyes squinting as he inspects the garment. He holds it against his own waist, frown deepening and you snort. “Yes, I am Simon. I’ve been saving up for that skirt!”

“For THIS?” He thrusts his hand out, bewilderment written all over his face and you laugh, swiping your skirt out of his giant paws. “It’s got crystals sewn in! See!”

“All I SEE is a something that’s barely going to hold your arse-“

“You look at my arse a lot Riley?”

[betweenstorms]

Simon Riley wasn’t your typical tattoo artist.

His shop, tucked away in the quieter corners of the city downtown, was a sanctuary for those who didn’t ask questions. His hands were rough and calloused, scarred from more than just ink, but they were steady, as if the needle was an extension of himself. He rarely spoke, but when he did, his words were rough, gravelly—like he was more comfortable expressing himself through ink than through words. You had heard the rumours, but nothing prepared you for the intensity of his presence when he looked up from his work, his hazel eyes locking onto yours, the first time since you two had met.

You went back to him several times after that.

The buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the small, dimly lit studio, and you sat in the leather chair, nerves jittering in your stomach. Simon stood over you, his fingers ghosting over your skin as he prepped the area, moving with gentle purpose. The tension between you crackled in the air. You’d been here before, more than once, and every time you caught his gaze in the reflection of the mirror, you couldn’t help the flutter in your chest.

Today, though, his hands lingered on your bare skin just a little too long, the faint brush of his knuckles sending a thrill down your spine. It was the kind of attraction that simmered just beneath the surface, like the slow burn of a tattoo needle tracing your skin. As the machine buzzed against the skin of your neck, you found it hard not to watch him through the mirror, the way his dark eyes flicked between your skin and his work, the tension in his body as if he was holding something back.

When the session ended, his fingers lingered on your shoulder, tracing the ink he had just laid down.

Then suddenly he leaned down and you could feel his hot breath against your ear. His voice was a low rasp, almost a growl.

“Don’t get too used to the pain, love. It gets addictive.”

[darkmountainstorm-blog]

[nrdmssgs]

Masterlist

[likeawillowtowind]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley who never thought he'd survive long enough to be married. or more importantly, that a piece of his heart would.

the first time you meet Simon it's very brief, your team is working alongside his to gather intel, you greet each other with names and handshakes before getting to work.

the second time you meet Simon it's at a local bar you all decided to gather at, glasses clinking and beer flowing with some whiskey occasionally. he sees you on the other side of the room laughing with your team. you, like him, wear a mask and as you take a sip of beer, he sees your smile for the first time. Soap eventually drags him over to your team to play nice and he can't stop glancing back at you.

the third time you meet us unconventional to say the least, he can hear gasping in a cupboard and as he goes to bang on the door to shove whatever frisky newbies are in there he can hear choked sobs. he opens the door to see you leaning against a wall, you turn away at the light, he quickly shuts himself in too. you can't breathe, he knows what this is, he's had many like it. you fumble out an apology and when you can't regulate yourself he gently holds your face

"breathe lovie, with me" still struggling and without a second thought he pulls off his mask and kisses you. the air may have been sucked out of you but you stopped panicking.

"wha-what?"

"you stopped hyperventilating didn't ya?" he chuckles and you let out an astonished gasp. that's when he sees your eyes tracing his face in the darkness. he doesn't seem to want to put his mask on though. and suddenly he's wondering if he left his mum's gold ring in the same place as usual.

maybe a piece of his heart did survive everything.

[etclouie]

kinktober day seven - size kink 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: your boyfriends always been bigger than you in more ways than one, but theirs one in particular he likes best (Simon Riley x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: size kink/difference, no reader bodily descriptions other than being smaller than simon, reader gets praised by simon, poorly written smut, smut with zero plot, unprotected sex, reader calls simon ‘big boy’ at the end, lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 745

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: feel iffy about this one cause ik it doesn’t follow a size kink directly

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Simon had always been bigger than you, mainly due to his height and the sheer strength of him in comparison. always grabbing things from the top shelf when you couldn’t reach, but mainly making you feel safe in his arms. 

that was his number one goal, always. 

even when he was pushing you to your limits when fucking you, your safety was always his main concern. 

just like now. 

he had you laid out on your back, his hands having pulled your legs around his broad hips while he positioned his cock at your entrance. 

his touch soft and his gaze holding yours, and his thumb drawing shapes onto your hip. 

watching him through hooded eyes as his cock slowly pushed into your warmth, whining at the stretch to accustom yourself to his size while your nails scratched down his back. 

“i’ve got you, ‘s okay luv”

he whispered out low and soft, his head dropping to your shoulder while you held him as close as possible. breath shaky and back arched up into him as his hips slowly pushed against yours and his cock sliding further into you. 

the thing with Simon was that everything about him was huge; especially his cock. 

you’d almost lost your mind when you first seen him naked. chest scared and a thin trail of hair leading down to his cock from below his bellybutton, and eyes widening as his cock rested against his thigh. 

so now, with his hips rocking against yours and his cock pushing you to your limits, it highlighted the sheer size of him. 

shaky breaths leaving you and fingers tangling in his hair, barely audible murmurs of his name leaving your lips as your walls fluttered around him. 

“doing so good f’me sweetheart”

his voice kept its soft tone, his hands resting on your hips as his thrusts continued at their steady pace. humming softly as he kissed across your jaw before capturing your lips with his, his kisses chaste and soft. 

despite his softness when you took him, trying to accustom yourself to his size; he loved the fact he was bigger than you. it fuelled something almost primal inside him, and his need to push you to your limits growing by the second. 

the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock had muffled groans spilling from him as he kept his head in the crook of your neck, lips pressing kisses to your skin and the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder. 

“Si, close baby, please” 

the shaky plea had his head reeling, heat flushing his cheeks and the warmth emitting from his cheeks warming your skin where you were in contact. 

his right hand slid between your body to press his thumb against your clit, moaning at the contact and your head lulling back. 

“cum f’me sweetheart, i’ve got you”

the reassurance and approval in his voice mixed with his thumb against your clit had you tumbling over the edge, eyes screwed shut and a ragged cry of his name following. 

his hips continuing against you, and his cock throbbing in your warmth, lifting your head enough to watch him withdraw enough to see your release coating his length before he pushed back into you. 

“there’s my girl, doing so good f’me luv”

he praised, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he continued. his thrusts growing sloppy as his climax neared, his cock throbbing in your warmth and a groan leaving him as your nails scratched down his back. 

pressing a kiss to his temple and drawing a groan from him, fingers moving to tangle in his hair and pulling him into a kiss. his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours, and whining into the kiss as he withdrew from your warmth. 

his right hand wrapping around his cock and stroking himself, while his left hand braced himself on the pillows next to your head. 

groans spilling from his lips and his cock throbbing in his hand, his eyes panning down your body and his hips rocking forward into his touch as his climax washed over him. 

his release spurting out and coating your stomach, his groans turning into whines as he milked himself. dropping his head to your shoulder and letting go of his cock as the last drop spilled from him, his breath ragged and uneven while you raked your fingers through his hair. 

“i’ve got you, big boy”

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[daydreamerwoah]

Family Tree (Chapter 14)

tw: drinking; smut; MDNI!; full chapter is a smut scene so please don't read if you don't want to

Simon x Y/n <3

When he hung up the phone, he wanted nothing more than to call you back and talk to you, wondering if you were thinking about what he'd do to you like he was. Ever since he had been giving you rides, Simon had envisioned the many ways he wanted to please you, the moans he wanted to hear from you, the look in your eyes as he brought you to that first peak of ecstasy. It was nothing like when he had meaningless sex with random women; pure physical and honestly never lasted longer than after he came. Sure, he made sure the woman got off, too, but he followed soon after and parted ways. He also liked doing it a certain way - taking them from behind. It was safer; none of them would have the opportunity to try and pull his mask or balaclava off. 

The one time a girl tried to sneakily yank his balaclava off, he instantly got off of her, put his clothes back on, and left. He was pissed. His boner was gone and he was irritated she'd tried after he had specifically told her not to.

Was he a bit insecure about his face underneath? Not at all. But it was something he'd grown so used to - no one ever really seeing his face. It was just an honest reaction. 

But with you..... hell, did he want you under him, on top of him, in front of him. He closed his eyes briefly. Just thinking about you laying in bed right now was getting him hard. Did you like to sleep with a shirt on? Nothing on? How would you look as he pleased your sweet cunt while you had his shirt on? Would you like it rough? Like it if his hand wrapped around your throat as he kissed you?

Fuckin hell.

He had been sitting outside under a tree at the base where they were stationed for those two weeks. It was almost three in the morning where he was, but he couldn't have been more awake. Not after that phone call. A groan left his mouth as he took out a cigarette and lit it. He couldn't wait to get back home; back to you.

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When he texted you the morning he got back, he was so tired. Even though no blood, guns, and death were involved in the mission, sitting in meetings all day felt just as exhausting. The unspoken suspense of seeing him later was at the forefront of your mind, but there was no way you'd bug him when he probably needed sleep. But he didn't care. He wanted to see you after work and pick you up too. 

Y/n: Let me catch the bus please :) I really want you to just rest, and I'll be over after work. Got some leftovers from dinner yesterday. I'll bring you a plate

It took some convincing, but he did get at least some sleep for a few hours with the promise that you'd finally stay at his place for the night. It wasn't that you never wanted to... it was just that you didn't want to seem like you were using him. He was too nice; too kind... but it was all for you. You had a weird mind at times - blame your mother.

You were actually able to get off work 30 minutes early, so you got an Uber to get home quickly, take a shower, pack up the leftovers..... and maybe put on something sexy. It wasn't an entire set, but it was definitely a lacy and seductive bra and panty match. You hoped he'd like it. As you glanced over yourself, the pinging sound of your phone went off.

Simon: Still coming love?

He wasn't pushy by any means, but fuck did he miss you. Ever since you started working on the weekends and then his mission, the time the two of you spent was really just on your couch at home as you tried not to fall asleep. But tonight......... tonight was different. He felt different. And he had to take a shot of his Kentucky Bourbon as he waited for you to arrive. 

When you finally did, you had no idea he was going to open the door in grey sweatpants and a dark shirt that fit over his broad chest so... attractively. It was surprising. Again, you had never seen him outside of the uniform and regular outfits; the cold weather often making him wear a hoodie all the time. It was like seeing a whole new Simon. He even put on a surgical mask instead of his balaclava, leaving his hair out. You couldn't help the way your eyes widened as you took him all in. The sleeve tattoo on his left forearm, the muscles on his biceps, the- 

"Like what you see sweetheart?" he teased, a smirk evident in his voice. 

Blinking out whatever small trance you were in, you covered it by walking up to him and closing your eyes; the meaning for him to give you a kiss. A soft chuckle escaped from him as he pulled the mask down and gave you a soft peck before pulling it back over his nose. Your eyes opened as you smiled before he let you in the apartment. 

You had become familiar with your way around his small kitchen, so you heated up a plate for him to eat. While he did, you went and put your things in his bedroom, checking yourself in the mirror. You hadn't put on a ton of makeup, but the mascara made your eyes pop a little. You sprayed a little breath mint in your mouth and fixed your hair. There was nothing wrong with it, but hell, were you getting nervous. You only stopped when you heard him walk into the kitchen and put his plate in the sink. 

How did he eat so fast? 

He all but scarfed down his food, somewhat used to eating in a hurry from being on missions, but also.... he was getting restless. The bourbon doing fuck all to ease his nerves. You made your way back into the living room, sitting down on the couch as he brought a glass of the same liquor to you, setting his own down on the coffee table. A little liquid courage probably would help as you threw the glass back, downing it in two gulps. 

"Alright there sweetheart?" he asked, noticing the change in your demeanor. 

You nodded, "Mmhm," you said, making his eyebrow raise. Fuck why did he look so...sexy to do that? You glanced down at the cup, slightly embarrassed.

"Hey, look at me love," you did, "Y'sure you wanna do this? We don't have. Not now at least."

"I want to. Trust me," a giggle escaping your lips, making him smirk under the mask.

It was quiet for a second before Simon followed your lead and down his glass in one go. He stood up, holding his hand out for you to take, and you did. He led you to his room, guiding you to the bed, where you sat down at the edge. God, he was tall, and sitting down and looking up directly at his towering figure made you both exhilarated and turned on. The gaze in his eyes let you know he had to be thinking the same exact thing. He was. The way your doe eyes looked up at him had his fingers itching to touch you.

"You trust me?" he suddenly asked. You nodded, but it wasn't enough to convince him.. not even the slightest. He leaned down, his face coming inches away from yours, "Words sweetheart."

The lump that formed in your throat went straight to your core as you swallowed it, "I do."

The moment his eyes darkened, you knew you were a goner. He stood up straight and walked to the light switch. He looked back at you, "If you want to stop just tell me yeah?"

"Okay."

He turned the light off, plunging the room into complete darkness. You could barely see his intimating figure, let alone anything else, as he walked back to stand in front of you. You almost jumped when his hand reached up and cupped your cheek, but instead, your heart started pounding in your chest. His thumb caressed your cheek softly and you couldn't help but slightly lean into his touch. 

"Lay back for me love," he instructed. 

You did as you were told, back hitting the bed before he climbed on top of you. His body damn near engulfed you, and all he did was hover over you. Then came the rustling sound and movement of him removing the surgical mask from his face and tossing it somewhere on the bed. Your heart really thumped in your chest. It was so loud, you were sure he would be able to hear it. The stillness in their air was so thick with tension you could feel the sexual energy radiating around you. Why did it feel so.... intoxicating? You couldn't even see the tip of his nose, yet you were so horny you knew your panties were damp. 

"Touch m'face," he said. 

Sucking in a tiny sharp breath, your eyes widened in the dark, "Simon... I-I don't have to-"

"I know. But I want you to," A beat went by before you reached your hands up and softly placed them on either side of his face. The first thing you noticed was the deep scarred tissue on the left side above his cheek, and you couldn't help but hold your breath. He felt how your fingers went stiff, "S'alright sweetheart."

With the encouragement from him, you began exploring his face, the pads of your fingers running over the scar that sliced through the right side of his lips, the one above his right eyebrow, and a tiny one right by his hairline. He made you giggle faintly when you traced your forefinger down his nose, feeling the slight crookedness on it, and he told you it looked worse when it was straight. 

"You're beautiful," you couldn't help the words slip from your mouth as your hands went lower to feel the part underneath his jaw where a few more scars were. They were tiny but still very much there 

His eyebrows drew together slightly, taken aback by your comment, "How would y'know?" 

"Because you're good to me. You treat me well. And you make me feel safe," you said with a soft smile. 

Damn.

Saying all that made him feel things more than what was just happening in that moment; more than just liking you. He slowly leaned down, his lips inches from yours, and you couldn't take the anticipation anymore as you raised your head up to kiss him. What started off as just lips on lips very quickly turned into a gradual, heated kiss. He was nervous to move too fast, but the second you opened your mouth for his tongue to press against yours and you let out a small moan, he felt the blood rush down to cock. 

His lips left yours as they trailed from the corner of your mouth to your cheek, then to your jaw. But when his tongue daintily ran over a spot on your neck, you almost squirmed underneath him. 

"This alright?" he asked, afraid he might have done something wrong. 

"Yes," you breathed out. 

You felt his smirk against your skin as he kissed the spot once more and brought his hand up under your shirt. His fingers were warm, adding to the heated veins under your skin. As if wanting to add to the pleasure, you pulled his face closer to you, running your hand through his short hair. His hand continued to glide up the side of your waist, stopping when he reached your lacy bra strap. 

"Can I?" another question. 

God, the consent of it all had you wet because it was so thrilling but you wanted him to take control; full control. 

"Mmhm."

His hand cupped your breast, squeezing it and earning another moan from your lips; another squeeze, another soft moan. He got off the bed, pulling you back upright and pulling your shirt off effortlessly. It would have shocked you if you hadn't been in such a daze. His shirt came off right after, and you desperately wished it wasn't pitch dark in the room. To see his toned muscles and stoic figure would have been the death of you. But there wasn't much time to think about that as he told you to move closer to the headboard. As you did, you took off your bra and tossed it at him, a slight tease for him not being able to see you either. When it hit his chest, a low grunt came from his throat.

"Take your bottoms off," his voice thick with lust. You could hear the damn smirk on his face. Blushing like crazy, you did as you were told, tossing it at him, "Good girl."

Fuck. 

There was something about those two words. The way he said them. You could only imagine the look he was giving you that very moment as you laid naked on his bed, waiting for him. 

He shifted onto the mattress, laying down on his stomach, before putting your legs over his shoulders. Your breathing had picked up, and you thought you'd burst from the feeling of it all. Kissing one of your inner thighs softly, he paused, making sure you wouldn't tense or pull away. Then, another on the opposite thigh, closer to the center between your legs. 

"Remember sweetheart. If y'want me to stop, just tell me."

"O-okay," you barely couldn't get the word out. 

He stuck his tongue out, taking a long and slow lick from your core to your clit, and the moan that escaped from you had his cock painfully hard. He had been waiting for months just to hear that sweet sound, and now that he was... he only wanted more. His arms had hooked around your thighs, and he was set on a mission - to make you cum good and hard. His tongue started flicking over your clit and then gliding down to your hole, pushing in as your fingers raked through the back of his head. You tasted sweet to him. So sweet he wanted to stay buried between your legs for as long as you let him. If it was forever, then so be it. 

He hummed when you pulled gently on his hair, the vibration of it causing a fire to ignite in the pit of your stomach. When he sucked gently on your bud, your other hand found its way on top of his as he squeezed your hips, "Fuck Simon."

God, the way you said his name only further made him suck harder, causing you to moan louder. No girl had ever said his name the way you did; they didn't even know it. And the ones who did know him only called him Ghost. But you.... you calling him Simon was going to send him over the edge before he even had a chance to penetrate you. It was a battle between self-control and letting his cock take over the desired feeling. 

Once your legs started trembling, his licks got stronger, harder, and faster. The once small fire in your stomach had engulfed into flames that were burning through your core, "I'm gonna.... c-cum. Simon..."

He didn't slow down. He only sucked your clit harder, and your orgasm hit. It was funny... even in the darkness, you still could see stars floating around you when you opened your eyes. 

When the blissful high came down, he kissed both of your thighs before climbing his way up to your face, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips. You weren't ten seconds from coming down, and tasting yourself on his tongue had you instantly wanting to cum again. 

"Fuck you sound beautiful love," he said as he bent his head down and kissed your neck again. 

A breathy hum made its way from your lips as you reached down and tugged on his sweatpants, "Take these off," you said, giving a command of your own. 

How could he say no to you? He pulled them off, freeing his cock from the cloth restraint, and let out a sigh. Not holding back after how he made you feel, you gently grabbed him, earning a shaky sigh from his mouth that felt more held back. You slide your hand up and down his shaft a couple of times, making his cock twitch in your hand. The fact that your instincts had been right about the size of him had the pool of wetness oozing out of your cunt as you bit your bottom lip. 

He reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer, and pulling out a condom. After he put it on, he positioned himself between your legs, lining himself up with your entrance. You didn't even hesitate as you hoisted your legs up and wrapped them around his hips. He could have pushed in, putting the both of you out of your misery, but no... he wanted to hear you beg for it. 

"Y'want this?" he pushed his cock on your still sensitive clit. 

"Fuck... yes," you moaned out. 

"Tell me."

The teasing was going to kill you in the best way possible, "I want you Simon."

"Yeah?" he chuckled. 

"Yes."

A playful hum escaped his throat, "Say please sweetheart," he said, pushing against your clit again.

"Please Simon... I can't-I want you so bad."

You begging was going to be the death of him. He slowly entered you, your walls tensing up as you took him in. Fuck he was thick... thicker than you expected, and with not having had sex in five years, you were plenty tight; tighter than any woman he'd ever been with. Your hands went to wrap around his neck, but he immediately took them and locked them above your head with one of his large hands. 

"Fuck," he breathed out, feeling your body react to him in a way that no woman had ever done before. He didn't want to hurt you, but he was struggling not to bottom out in you too quickly.

When he finally did, you both stilled, him letting out a content sigh while you gasped, trying to get used to the feeling of one another. He didn't move until you grinded against his hips, and he pulled out slightly before pushing back in. The deep groan that escaped from his throat was so deep it sounded like a growl when he did the action again. Your hips raising up to meet his thrust had both of you struggling to keep in moans - you more than him as the sheer girth of him literally took your breath away. 

You wanted to move your hands. You even tried to, but he only tightened his grip, holding them down onto the mattress, "Nuh uh," he said, picking up his pace, causing you to moan louder. 

"Fuck Simon."

His other hand leaving your hips, he slid up your body and gripped your jaw, turning your head to the side, before kissing the shell of your ear "Say my name again love," he grunted in it. 

"S-Simon," you repeated. 

"Atta girl. Fuck you're so beautiful," he said in between his pants as he pounded into your aching cunt, "So fuckin' beautiful."

The wet sound of his cock piercing your dripping cunt over and over, skin slapping skin, and the moans and groans were the only thing heard in the room besides the tiny squeaking of the bed as you rocked into you. Even with your legs wrapped around his hips, the size of his body would have you aching until the next day. You wouldn't be surprised if it was for two days. Your core would throb just from how good he stretched you. But his shaft would twitch until he was settled into your warm, gooey walls again. He'd think about how perfectly they welcomed him in. Like you were meant for him.

That familiar pressure came rushing to the surface, "I-I'm... fuck.... g-gonna-"

"Let go sweetheart. Cum for me."

Shit.

His words alone sent you to another world as your second orgasm hit. But you weren't the only one. Feeling your walls pulse around him sent Simon over the edge all too quickly. He wasn't planning to cum as fast as he did, but how could he not when your body practically begged him to? The way your back arched off the bed, flushing your hard nipples further against his chest, the choked sigh you let out before calling out his name once more. God, he felt like an idiot turning off the lights... but only for a second as he leaned his forehead on the sheets next to your head, feeling his cock twitch as he filled up the condom with his hot seed.  

The grunts that left him and the moans that left you were the only things heard until the high waned, and you both felt as though you could catch your breaths. When he finally released your hands, you automatically knew they'd hurt in the morning - maybe even bruise - but that was far from your thoughts. The only thing on your mind was the rough lips of his on your neck, placing delicate kisses that ran up and down from your shoulder to your jaw. When he kissed your lips, it was like the both of you had come back to Earth, lost in each other's heated bodies.

He collapsed over on his back, the air from the room eventually cooling both of your chests. For a moment, it was silent - a comfortable silence. You felt his head turn to face you, and you couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips. He couldn't even see you, but somehow he just knew you were. 

"Didn't think you'd do that to me," he joked. 

"Do what?"

A huff of a chuckle bubbled up his throat, "Make me cum so quick."

You hummed, trying to stifle the giggle in your chest, "Thought that was a good thing."

"It is. Trust me," the smirk on his lips. He raised his arm up, using the other to pull you into his side as you cuddled. Your fingers trailed over his jaw and cheek so softly it caused a shiver to run down his spine. You moved lower to his neck, pulling a hum from his throat, in which you smiled again. But then, when you tried to touch his chest, his hand gently - although swiftly - grabbed yours, holding it as you paused your movements. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, looking up at the ceiling in the darkness. You heard a ghost of a sigh, "Not yet sweetheart."

Even though your eyebrows drew together in confusion, you somehow knew he was referring to you touching his chest. 

"Okay," you softly whispered as your hand went back to his jaw and grazed it with your thumb. 

He needed time. And he was forever grateful for all the time you would give him. 

They finally did it! lmao!!! What do you we think? (I swear I feel like I just suck at writing smut lol!)

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Accidentally added to chat Y/N

Enjoy!!!

Soap added Gaz, Ghost, Cap and Y/N to the chat

Gaz: ???

Soap: I summon you to fulfill your oath.

Ghost: Not again

Cap: Mactavish

Soap: It all began in September

Y/N: Wtf?

Gaz: Who are you?

Soap: Shit

Cap: Did you seriously add a CIVILIAN to this server?!

Ghost: From this angle, you can really see his vein popping out.

Cap: Watch it

Gaz: 😆

Cap: You too

Gaz: 😬

Y/N: I am just gonna go

Y/N left the chat

Soap added Y/N to the chat

Soap: You are staying. And, you are helping. Clearly, you have been chosen to assist for this task.

Cap: Sergent!

Ghost: Johnny?!

Gaz: Kyle!

Ghost: ??

Soap: ???

Gaz: I feel excluded.

Soap: This isn't about you.

Gaz: Clearly.

Cap: Are you both on something?

Cap: John?!

Soap: He's talking to himself, asking if we are high

Ghost: Oh no

Gaz: 🤣😶‍🌫️

Y/N: Can I go?

Cap: Yes

Soap: NO

Cap: Sergeant

Soap: Captain

Y/N left the chat

Soap: But, they are prettyyy...

Soap adds Y/N to the chat

Soap deletes last message

Y/N: Saw that

Soap: Hehe

Y/N: This is creeping me out.

Cap: Don't worry. They are harmless. Stupid, but harmless.

Soap: Bullshit.

Cap: Soap

Soap: Ask the hostages we interrogated

Gaz: How do you always miss the point?

Y/N: Are you the mafia?

Ghost: Military

Y/N: Military mafia?!

Ghost: No

Gaz: 🤣🤣🤣

Soap: We are the good guys, who get information from the bad guys... in unsettling ways.

Gaz: That's about right.

Cap: Y/N

Y/N: Yes

Ghost: We won't hurt you unless you talk.

Cap: God dammit, Ghost.

Y/N left the chat

Cap: Nobody adds them!

Soap: Aww

Cap: We will meet them in person.

Ghost: Why?

Cap: Because a certain someone exposed our servers to them. We can't risk information leakage. Plus, we scared them away. Who knows what they expect, now.

Soap: Yay for visits. Nay for the rest.

Cap: You and I are going to have a talk. You are sitting next to me the whole ride.

Gaz: Yay, road trip. 💅

Soap:...

Ghost: This should be fun.

[youkeepmehigh]

Tired?

König x fem!reader - König has finally come back home from his deployment and you're there to comfort him. 18+

It was really late, almost four in the morning. You laid on the couch looking at the door waiting for König to come home, you had a nap earlier to prepare for this every time he came back it was always very late and you'd miss him when he first came in because you had fallen asleep but not this time, you were prepared and had been prepared for the past few days. You made sure everything was clean, and that he had clean clothes and a nice warm meal when he came.

You heard keys go into the locks of the doors and jumped up in excitement, this particular time König was gone for a few more weeks than usual so you were eager to see him and you were sure he was eager to see you as well. As the door slowly opened you walked up to it and there he was, your big tall teddy bear and he looked very tired. "Maus...you waited that whole time for me to get here?" He asked as he stepped inside closing the door behind him, he set his bag down on the floor and you practically ran into him wrapping your arms around his neck, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you in the air giving you a big hug.

"I missed you so much." You muffled in his neck, he practically reeked of sweat but you didn't care in fact you were too distracted by the fact that he was finally here to even notice the smell. "I missed you more." He said softly as he let you back down to the floor keeping his hands on your waist, your hands moved to cup his face to get a better look at him. "You look tired." You kept your voice low but sweet trying your best to comfort him. You couldn't even imagine the things he's seen or done but it doesn't change how you view him, not even in the slightest.

You gave him a small kiss enjoying every second you had with him before he had to leave again. "I'm fine, Maus." He said pulling you in closer your body's now pressed together again, you always thought it was so cute when he got like this. "You should get some sleep, you'll feel a lot better in the morning." You said rubbing your thumb in circles on his cheek.

He rested his head in your hands almost melting in your arms. “I’d feel a lot better if I spent some time with you.” He mumbled looking at you through his lashes giving you those half-lidded eyes you loved so much, you loved them because it was a clear sign that he was horny.

“Ich wette, du würdest.” You whispered in his ear earning a low groan from your partner. “You’ve been practicing, huh?” He asked giving you a kiss on the forehead, you hummed at the question giving him another kiss, that kiss led to a few more and then it eventually led to you two in your bedroom fucking like it was the last time you would.

The sounds of skin slapping skin, groans, growling, moaning, and probably a lot more filled the room. You were very overstimulated by all of this but you liked it, all the noises, König’s praises about how beautiful you were and how well you were taking him, him practically pounding you into the bed, it almost drove you crazy being without it for so long and you knew that he has definitely gone crazy over it a few times.

“Scheiße, gib es mir, Maus.” He muttered almost unable to form full sentences as you rode on top of him.

You two had been fucking for a good while now, your skin glistening from the thin layer of sweat all over your bodies, the both of you almost exhausted at this point but neither of you wanted to stop. You were enjoying having each other’s company after being so long away from each other how could you want to stop?

“Fuuuck, I’m so close…” you said softly as you grind your hips into his, he had his hands placed on your hips staring off into your eyes he looked at if he was in awe not able to look away. “What’s with that look on your face?” You asked staring back at him as you continued to grind on him. “Nothing, you just look really pretty like this.” He said between a few breaths as his hands started to wander around your body, caressing your waist and grabbing at your breast. He truly looked like he was in love.

His words alone were enough to snap that knot in your stomach once again. You came all over him adding to the mess you’d have to clean up later but you didn’t care about that right now, not even a little bit. All you cared about was the fact that after so many months away from each other your boyfriend didn’t love you any less than before in fact maybe even more.

Sorry for how short this is- I haven’t written anything in months and i don’t wanna leave you hanging any longer id love if you sent in some requests I’m starting to become interested in more fandoms so please send a request for whatever to help me get back on track to posting regularly, here’s some fandoms I’m interested in for some ideas.

- my hero academia

- attack on titan

- ace attorney

- jujitsu kaisen

- danganronpa

- resident evil

- call of duty ( obviously lol )

And plenty more that I can’t think of right now so please don’t hesitate to request something because I most likely know about it, if you read this to the end then I loveeee you and thanks for reading! <333

[noisydelusionlove]

The Feral Medic

Chapter 14

Pairings: Poly141xOC, GazxOC, SoapxOc

Warnings: Military inaccuracies, medical inaccuracies, A/B/O Dynamics, mild language used, mild sexual themes

A/N: Still sick as mess, but spent a little time writing. Next chapter is going to be a smut chapter. I try to break the smut up in case anyone wants to skip it for the plot (barely there plot, but still plot)

The next morning Aurora wakes up later than usual, thankful for the extra sleep. She gets dressed in a pair of flared jeans that hug her curves, and a cropped sweater. She throws her usual Converse on before brushing her hair out to allow it to fall in its natural waves, applying a little eyeliner and mascara just as she hears a knock on her door. She smiles as she opens it to see Kyle standing there in jeans and a t-shirt. “Good morning Princess.” He coos as she smiles and reaches for her wallet. “Nope, don’t need that.” He says as she gives him a look. “I told the guys we were stocking up and going on a shopping spree and everyone chipped in. You have thousands of dollars you can spend.” He hums and Aurora makes a noise of protest. “Let someone spoil you for once in your life.” Kyle laughs as he grabs Aurora’s hand and drags her outside to the SUV he borrowed for the day.

”I figured we could do breakfast at this little cafe off base, and then go to that Omega superstore and go crazy, after getting the essentials of course.” He smiles as he opens the passenger door for Aurora, waiting for her to get in before he leans in and buckles her seatbelt, placing a small kiss on her forehead, and shutting the door. Aurora huffs as she watches him walk around to his side and he climbs in. The ride to the cafe is short and soon she's giggling as Kyle practically sprints around the car to open her door and help her out. They go inside get a small private booth in the corner, and look over the menu.

Aurora orders pancakes, bacon, and orange juice as Kyle orders a full English breakfast and water. Aurora takes a sip, enjoying how fresh the juice seems to be when Kyle gets that mischievous gleam in his eyes. “So, have you been thinking about your heat? About us? I know we have been thinking about what we plan to do to you that is.” He jokes and Aurora almost chokes on her juice. She clears her throat and looks at him for a moment before sighing. “Not really honestly,” she says, but Kyle can sense there's more she isn't saying as he raises an eyebrow. Aurora groans as she hides her face. “I haven’t thought about it because I’ve never done it okay? All I've done is kissed, been too preoccupied being a badass at my job.” She says quickly, trying to cover her embarrassment with a joke.

Kyle’s eyes widen as he looks at her. “Never? Only kisses?” He says as he groans slightly. “Do you know how much that is going to make everyone want to ruin you?” He says lowly and Aurora looks at him, noting the hint of lust in his eyes. “Please, let us each be the first to show you how good it can be,” Kyle says, practically begging and Aurora cocks her head. “You guys would be interested in that?” she says in slight shock as Kyle nods. “Just watch.” He says as he pulls his phone out, Aurora watches him nervously as he begins typing away. Her phone dings, meaning he either texted her or the group chat, and when multiple other dings sound off she realizes which it was. She groans as she picks up her phone to read what is being said.

Best Pack Ever

Gaz: Aurora is a virgin…like only been kissed

Soap: Oh for the love of God can I go into a rut? I think I'm going into a rut

Price: Calm down Johnny

Ghost: really….

Soap: I'll make her cum on my fingers any time

Price: Johnny

Gaz: Only if she cums on my mouth first

Price: Oh for the love of god boys

Soap: Deal!

Ghost: Oh I’ll ruin our pretty Omega

Soap: OH FUCK SHES IN THIS GROUP CHAT I THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST THE BOYS

Ghost: ……..

Price: I told you to calm down…

Soap: LASS I SO SORRY I LOVE YOU PLEASE DONT BE MAD

Aurora blushes as she looks at Kyle who’s trying not to laugh. “I told you.” He says as he laughs at Aurora’s bright face. After a moment she thinks before typing in the group chat.

Best Pack Ever

Feral: All of those suggestions sound nice…I don’t want to wait until my heat starts and not remember anything…

Soap: When and where Lass? I'll be there

Price: We can talk about it sweetheart, don't feel pressured by the muppets being horny dogs

Aurora smiles as she locks her phone and puts it away as their food arrives. Aurora slowly begins to eat before glancing at Kyle. “Do you think John would be upset if I chose Ghost as my main Alpha?” Aurora says quietly and Kyle shakes his head. “If you did, I think it would be expected. You and Ghost seem to have some kind of natural draw versus you and Price. I think Price could also be your Alpha but it would be like it is with Soap, Price is the pack Alpha but Ghost is Soap’s Alpha.” He says and Aurora nods as she continues eating, contemplating her decisions. When they finish Kyle pays and they head back to the SUV and back on the highway heading to the Omega superstore.

When they arrive Kyle grabs a cart and pulls out his phone. He starts leading Aurora down the aisles as he pulls things off. Aurora watches him curiously her face heating when he grabs extra sheets, a bed liner, and snacks/drinks formulated for heats. When he seems finished he turns to Aurora. “Okay, now you can have free reign.” She laughs as she shakes her head. “Did you do research and make a shopping list?” she asks and notices his ears tinging pink, barely noticeable. “That's very sweet Kyle, thank you,” she says with a smile as she walks down the aisles. An hour or two later the cart is full of fluffy blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. They check out and he carries the items to the SUV before they both climb in.

Aurora lets out a small sigh as they drive, her mind wandering. Kyle places a hand on her knee as he’s driving to pull her out of where her mind has wandered. “If I tell John and Ghost I dont want them to mark me during my heat they will listen right?” she asks quietly and Kyle glances at her and nods. “They won't do anything without your consent Princess.” He says and she nods. “I haven’t decided yet, but I don't want to belong to anyone just because we sleep together or go through a heat together. I think Ghost expects my full submission, and just because my heat has me acting different doesn't mean I’m going to be like this afterward.” She says and Kyle nods. “Wouldn’t dream of you being different Princess. I miss the little fighter with the fire in her eyes.” He smirks as she rolls her eyes.

Kyle rubs soothing circles on her knee, the small touch feeling electric with how her hormones are with her preheat, her scent sweetening in the enclosed space. Kyle lets out a small groan as he glances at Aurora and back at the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight. “Do you know how good you smell?” Kyle says quietly and Aurora glances over at him, admiring the way he’s trying to keep his composure. Her mind flashes back to the group message as she bites her lip, wondering if Kyle was all talk, bragging about using his mouth on her. She has to admit she has been curious about the men’s abilities in bed, and how their personalities would shine through in that aspect. “How good Kyle?” She says quietly, causing his eyebrows to raise in surprise. “Good enough to eat, I can just imagine how good your pussy tastes. What I wouldn’t give to devour you until you’re screaming my name.”He smirks when he sees her clench her thighs together, her arousal pooling in her underwear at his filthy words.

”Would you just stop at that, if I’m not ready for…”She stops as Kyle nods. “Princess I just want you to be enjoyed. It’s not about me, I’ll survive. You deserve to cum until you can't even remember your name.” He smiles as her breath hitches. She bites her lip as they arrive back at the barracks. Kyle turns the car off and they stare at each other for a moment. “Then what's stopping you?” She says quietly and laughs as Kyle jumps out of the SUV and practically runs to open her door. He gathers her in his arms and practically runs into the building, heading to his quarters. They pass Johnny who raises an eyebrow until the scent of arousal hits his nose and he follows them curiously. Aurora’s eyes widen when Kyle drops her on his bed and she sees Johnny behind him.

“Think you can handle us both Princess? Your two Betas making you feel good?” Kyle practically purrs as Aurora looks between the two of them nervously before nodding. Johnny releases a small growl as he looks at her. “Need to hear it Bonnie, full consent remember?” He says as she nods. “I want both of you.” She says quietly as the two smirks and walk towards the bed. Aurora thinks briefly ‘What have I gotten myself into?’

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[betweenstorms]

The nights with Simon Riley had a way of unfolding slowly, like the dark sky stretching over the city.

He stood on the balcony of your apartment, his tall figure dark against the dim glow of the city, the cigarette between his fingers casting a faint light over his hardened features. You watched him from the doorway, the way he exhaled smoke like he was letting out something heavier than just nicotine. His broad shoulders were relaxed but there was something in the way he leaned on the railing, something distant and unreachable.

You’d grown used to finding him there, slipping out in the dead of night to be alone with his thoughts.

Your relationship with Simon was still new, still delicate, and you respected the walls he kept between you and the parts of himself he wasn’t ready to share. You were still learning how to be with him, how to exist in his world without pressing for more than he was willing to give. But there was something about the way he stood out there, still and alone, that made you want to join him.

You pulled a thick blanket around your shoulders and stepped outside, the cold air biting at your skin as you moved to stand beside him. He didn’t turn to look at you, but the subtle shift in his posture let you know he was aware of your presence.

The quiet stretched, filled only by the soft crackle of his cigarette and the distant hum of the city below.

For a moment, you worried you might be intruding, that this space of his was one you weren’t meant to enter. But then, without turning his head, he exhaled a cloud of smoke and murmured.

“You’ll catch a cold, love.”

His voice was low, rough from years of shouting orders and biting back pain, yet there was a gentleness in it that made your heart ache. You tugged the blanket tighter around yourself, your breath a soft mist in the chill of the night.

“You’ll catch one too,” you whispered back, eyes flicking to him from beneath your lashes. He hummed in response, the sound deep and thoughtful. The smoke from his cigarette trailed into the air, disappearing into the night like his words, but the weight of whatever he was thinking lingered, hanging between you like a thin thread.

For a second, you were afraid that your company might be unwelcome, that maybe this was one of those nights where the weight of his silence was too much for him to bear. 

He grunted, “Been through worse.”

You hesitated, then softly asked, “Worse?”

He was quiet for a moment, as if weighing whether to let you in or to leave the conversation hanging in the cold night air. But then, almost casually, he answered, “Siberia. Had to lie in the snow for a whole day during an op, waitin’ for the target. It was so fuckin’ cold it felt like my bones were freezin’ from the inside out.”

His words were blunt, delivered in that deadpan tone he used when talking about his past, as if it was nothing more than a simple fact. Simon didn’t elaborate, he never did. He’d always let his sentences drift into the silence, leaving you to piece together the fragments of the life he kept hidden from you. From everyone.

The weight of his words hung in the air, heavier than the smoke that curled between you. You shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold. For a second, the city seemed to fade, the world narrowing to the bite of winter and the quiet strength of the man beside you.

Without thinking, you shifted closer to him, the blanket still wrapped around your shoulders, but now you pulled a corner of it over him, too. He glanced down at the blanket with a raised eyebrow, his cigarette paused halfway to his lips.

You thought he might brush it off, that he would retreat back into himself, but his reaction surprised you. He shifted slightly, allowing the blanket to cover more of him. It was subtle, the way he leaned just a little closer, but it was enough for you to feel the solid warmth of his body next to yours.

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips as you looked at him, half-shrouded in the blanket.

“Sounds miserable,” you teased, your voice soft but light, trying to coax him out of the darkness of that memory.

He scoffed, taking another deep drag from his cigarette. The sound was somewhere between amusement and disbelief, as if the idea of it being miserable had never even crossed his mind.

Simon turned slightly, the cigarette held loosely between his fingers as he offered it to you, the soft glow of the ash flickering in the dim light. You shook your head. He hummed again, eyes briefly flicking over you before he brought the cigarette back to his lips, inhaling deeply, turning away from you. His gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon, his thoughts far from the balcony, but you felt the shift in his mood. The heaviness in the air began to lift, like a cloud of smoke dissipating into the wind.

You both stood there for a while in silence, wrapped in the makeshift cocoon of the blanket, the cold air still nipping at your cheeks but no longer biting through the layers. You could feel his steady presence beside you, grounding you in a way that words couldn’t. It wasn’t just about sharing warmth, it was also about sharing space, about the quiet understanding that you didn’t need to fill the silence with anything more than your nearness.

Eventually, Simon stubbed out his cigarette on the balcony railing, his fingers lingering on the metal for a moment as if grounding himself in the coolness of it. He didn’t pull away from the blanket, though. Instead, he leaned back against the railing, turning slightly so that he could see you fully for the first time since you stepped out.

Then suddenly, out of the blue, Simon reached for you.

His rough, calloused fingers found your chin with a gentleness that surprised you, catching it as if inspecting you closely. His touch was cool, still carrying the remnants of the night air, but you melted into it, pressing your cheek slightly against his hand. His thumb traced a slow, deliberate path along your jaw as you blinked up at him, heart fluttering at the intimacy of the moment.

There was something in the way he held you, something so gentle it almost broke your heart. He tilted his head to the side, his hazel eyes flickering with something unreadable and thoughtful, as though he were studying your reaction in the quiet way only he could.

His steady gaze lingered for a bit, then he dropped his hand, his fingers brushing against your arm as he did so. The warmth of his touch still burned on your skin, even after it was gone, and you found yourself smiling up at him, your heart full of something soft.

“Cold?”

His voice was low, barely above a murmur, but you could hear the faintest hint of amusement in it. You shook your head, pulling the blanket tighter around the both of you, leaning just a little closer to him, letting the warmth of his body seep into yours.

“Not anymore.”

Your words barely reached him, but you knew he’d heard you.

Simon didn’t answer, instead, he shifted closer, his arm wrapping around you beneath the blanket, pulling you into the solid warmth of his chest. You pressed your face into him, your breath warm against his shirt, and for the first time that night, you felt the quiet truth that had settled between you.

[skauni]

Lil bit of Naga!Ghoap art with my idea of their daughter they adopted named Holly. Simon is a Speckled King Snake, Johnny is an Eastern Hog-Nosed Snake, and Holly is a mix between an Albino Ball Python and a Regular Ball Python Mix.