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konigsblog · 4 months

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my thots on this post.

guns ‘n blowjobs...

simon riley who holds a gun on the back of your head while you're sucking him off.

his grunts are guttural and quiet as he gazes down at you, watching as you frantically suck him off sloppily, with drool and spit dripping from your chin. simon chuckles lowly, a cruel and taunting grin plastered on his face. “lower, baby. keep suckin’ me off... already got m‘finger on the trigger, don’t wanna see you’r guts.”

your eyes glisten with tears as you gag, forcing your head further down his shaft as he teases you, letting out soft cooes at the sight of you desperately trying to please him. “there’s m‘girl... there she is.” your lips become puffy, wrapped tightly around the base of his thick and veiny cock, mascara and tears covering your cheeks as you babble and mumble, crying gently through fear of not doing good enough for him.

the muzzle pressed against the back of your head is enough to send you spiralling, desperately trying to prove yourself as a good girl, that you can suck him off nicely. you gag loudly, forcing your lips fully down to his base, your nose pressed against his pubes. you cry weakly, shuddering and trembling as he presses the muzzle of the gun firmly against the back of your head.

“look so pretty on you’r knees, all f’me, yeah?” he cocks his head to the side, one large hand pushing your head down further, feeling the way he bulges out your throat. “cryin’ ‘nd slobberin’ all over you’rself...” he smacks the gun against your head, listening to your soft sniffles and weeps as he continues to grind his dick down your throat.

you bop your head slowly, holding his length by the base while you look up into his eyes obediently, seeing his dark eyes harden and narrow in on you behind the mask. he looks down at you with disgust, and some sort of sick and twisted desire; a used cumsleeve.

throwing his head back, his breathing becomes heavy and hot behind the skull balaclava, his orgasm rushing through him as he shoots ropes of his arousal all down your throat. he bucks his broad hips against your face, keeping your mouth down at the base, taking every drop of his pearly, milky, butter load.

he watches you pant heavily, eyes glistening and cheeks tearstained and glossy. his dick hangs low, balls heavy and still full. he presses the gun between your eyes, pushing you down onto your back and slowly dragging the muzzle of the gun down to your lips, forcing it into your mouth. your lips wrap around the muzzle of the gun, his finger nearing the trigger as he begins to rub his bulbous, hot shaft between your slit and clit, easing inside slowly while you cry and moan around the gun. your pleasured sounds become muffled, your eyes filled with delirium and ecsasty as he begins to fuck you restlessly.

one leg over his shoulder, allowing him to fuck deep into your slick and wet cunt. you rub your clit, your other hand gripping his gloved wrist, arousal dripping from your pussy as he continues to pound into you. each thrust has you moaning, with your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your cunny latching onto his thick, meaty cock. you look into his eyes; already cockdrunk, stupid off of his big dick. you're barely unable to mutter a coherent sentence out, moaning through pleasure at the feeling of his balls smacking against your ass.

your gummy, tight walls pulse around his shaft as he thrusts into you, driving his thick hips into yours. simon's wet, slick dick twitches and throbs deep inside your hole, your clit sensitive as you stimulate it with your fingers, desperately chasing that desired release that keeps you on edge. you become dizzy, arching your back as you suckle on the metal material, your drool dripping from the weapon as he teases you for getting off to this.

“such a filthy thing’, gettin’ off to this... huh? such a dumb slag, can’t even speak -- jus’ a moanin’, dumb mess.” each thrust has your body twitching and squirming, the sensation of your orgasm rupturing through you, causing you to squirt against his muscular, hairy abdomen, your juices coating his scarred skin. you pant, breathless as he doesn't stop for a second, still chasing his own release.

it doesn't take long for simon to be stuffing your swollen, puffy cunt full with his white, hot cum, droplets and fat globs of his load dripping out from your hole. your legs shake and tremble, lips puffy and cunt drooling, your body used and raw as simon takes a deep breath, admiring the mess he'd made of you.

#orla speaks #this is literally driving me crazy and im not sorry 🤞😵‍💫#rough dom simon riley is a whole brainrot in itself PLEASE #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost headcanon

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rodolfoparras · 5 months

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That fleshlight soap post got me thinking about free use johnny.. 🤧

What about free use reader but make it top male reader x TF141

Free use reader where you’ll be watching a show or doing paper works and you’ll have one of the members, maybe gaz maybe soap maybe ghost sink down on your cock, the member eagerly chasing his own release not even caring if you even get to finish and as he pulls away you sit there, body spent, cock hard and aching between your legs you’ll have someone else sink down onto your length.

Free use reader where you’ll have soap riding your cock while talking to gaz who’s sitting next to you on the couch and stroking his length, conversations unfolding like you aren’t even there until soap cums and they switch place

Free use reader where Soap or gaz or Price will walk around with just their underwear on so when they call for you, you can easily pull down their boxers and slide your cock inside them

Free use reader where you’ll wake up with Price’s wet heat hovering over your face, while you feel a weight pressing down onto your waist and as you look down you see gaz sinking down on your cock but you don’t even get to say a word before price starts riding your tongue

Free use reader where they’ll only let you cum towards the end of the day, if and only if you’ve been good for them

Spitball w/me?

#call of duty #john price x reader #john price x male reader #top male reader #bottom male character #sub male reader #dom male character #gaz x reader #gaz x male reader #soap x reader #soap x male reader #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #x male reader #male reader

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lucifermonsii · 2 months

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imagine ghost in a flimsy pink skirt w thigh highs hrhrgrhrmgm such a precious boy all for you to look and no other eyes to feast upon.. having your good boy sprawled out in bed, masturbating his cock as while the vibrator in him hums aggressively against his prostate,, spurts of cum oozing out of his angry red tip from the over stimulation.. heavy breathing and groans fills the room from ghost as his thighs clenches around your hips,, keeping you close to him while you tease your cock with your other hand in front of him... "fuck- please, please, please, please, I've been so good! need' you inside of me-" whimpering when you decided to finger his wet entrance, the lewd wet sounds made you hard as your fantisies began to grow.. such a wet boy all for you<3 nothing but putty in your hands..

#x male reader #male reader #moots #call of duty modern warfare ii #top male reader #cod mw x reader #dom male reader #ghost mw2 #gay #ghost simon riley #ghost x top male reader #ghost x male reader #bottom ghost x male reader #bottom ghost x top male reader #dom reader #smut #cod smut #cod x male reader

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fortheb0ys · 5 months

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FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI!!! PISSES ME OFF HOW MANY OF YOU I SEE INTERACT WITH THIS POST

Just imaging taking Ghost's virginity. He's a busy man and never had the chance or the interest in sex. When he met you that all changed. He wants you to fuck him on any and every surface possible. It'd take him a while to build up the courage to ask you out so he'd have to rely on his wet dreams of you. That his fingers were yours opening up his ass or your tight grip around his weaping cock. Is terribly nervous to tell you that he's a virgin but you were so sweet, reassuring him that you could wait till he was ready. And he was ready. He needed it. Needed you.

Ghost is so taken back, in a good way, how different you actually were compared to how he imagined you. Your fingers were thicker and less calloused compared to his. You were way more experienced than he ever was, knowing where to touch and how. The way you fingered his prostate sent him to the stars. Hard and precise, each touch made him breathless.

You'd play with his nipples, something he's never tried but can never get enough of. Your tongue on his nipples as one hand fingered him open and the other gave feather touches on his red, swollen cock.

Once it came to your cock inside him, Ghost was shocked how big it felt. He saw how big you were. Not as big as the men in the porn he'd seen but not little either. As you guided it in, Ghost felt an aching fullness about three quarters in. It was a good aching, something he could feel all day. A feeling of satisfaction.

Each of your thrusts were nailing his prostate, feeling way better than he could ever imagine. Your hand jerking his cock in the same rythm. He hated himself for depriving himself of such pleasures but was grateful you were his first. When Ghost came, he laid there breathless. For a moment you thought you had hurt him. That you over stepped his boundaries or didn't hear him telling you to stop. When he started sobbing you really thought you had hurt him. You frantically tried to get answers from him while apologizes profusely. Only when he, in between sobs, told you that you were okay. That he was okay.

Ghost was overwhelmed how loved him could feel by a person. That not one soul on the entire planet showed him how good it felt to be so loved and treated so sweetly. He admitted his fear that you would fuck and leave or he'd run off ashamed for showing you his 'weak' side. You assured him that not something you will ever do and that he was the strongest person you know. He would look in your eyes and see nothing but adoration not a greedy lust he feared. Which, in turn, made him cry again. Aftercare is such a big part of your sex life. Ghost enjoys it just as much as the sex.

#call of duty mwii #call of duty x male reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty mw2 x male reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #dom reader #top reader #sub character

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ghouljams · 6 months

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Rotting my brain thinking of Simon "praise kink" Riley being a pillow princess. Big scary Ghost that walks around with a perpetual glare, staring down his nose at everyone and being the most intimidating man in any room, who would ever expect that he can be reduced to a begging mess with a few softly spoken words. He never whimpers, never whines, but somehow the growls and groans sound even more desperate when he tries to buck up into you. He's so good at following orders too, eager to please, he'd do anything if you asked. If you press his hands against the mattress on either side of his head and tell him to keep them there he's not gonna move.

He's a good boy. Please tell him he's a good boy. Please please please. He's so good, don't you see how good he's being? Isn't he pretty on his knees? Isn't he devout in his worship? Doesn't he deserve to be praised? He does, he does, he does.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #x reader #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost being a closet switch is doing unspeakable things to my mind #he's a dom until you ask if he wants to try bottoming #and then hes a MESS #headboard hunk

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knightonio · 7 months

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SIMON RILEY ── YOU GET ME SO HIGH

🕸️·˚ ༘ warnings. top male reader. bottom simon. high typa shit. flashbacks. smoking. mentioned drinking. public sex. cockwarming. breathplay.

ִ ࣪𖤐 ࣪ by the end of it all, the smoke you exhale transforms into a kiss. ◞

the exact date when it began is something you’re unsure of.

he, lieutenant simon riley, simply walked into your room without a knock. no words were exchanged, not that they were really needed. your mouth opened, agape. a “what?” is what you want to utter, but his lips catches your own.

simon riley groans when he feels you return the kiss. the faint taste of malt liquor on your tongue has him pushing you back, onto your bed, as he straddles your lap. you remember that he asks,

“do you want this?”

his voice was breathless. heavy pants meeting your neck.

and you do. you agree, the next moments a blur. he lowers himself on your cock when he’s ready. he already was before he barged in.

strangely, something blooms. a progression you won’t know where it’ll lead. nothing worrying, nothing out-of-place. at least on the outside, it won’t attract that much attention. yours was focused on the feeling of simon’s hole stretching to accommodate to your size. it was stupid.

no, really. it was late at night, but that didn’t mean no one would wander around these hours. you were in the hallway, supposedly on the way to your room when simon couldn’t take the wait anymore. there’s not much plot to this story. fuck then leave. that was it. you hated that, and you were projecting your one-sided feelings onto his prostate.

“ah, ah, ah. fu—fuuck. shit- ggah! mhng... wait—”

your hand clasped his neck and he gasps. alarms blared in your head, you shouldn’t do this. this was territory you haven’t spoken or even thought of.

guilty, you wanted to whisper an apology. thrusts shifting into slow grinds, handing him a way out. but he only leaned into your palm, the coldness, near emptiness, emanating from your glove contrasting to the warmth of his shrouded flesh. “don’t... don’t stop.” he breathes, like there’s no more oxygen in his lungs.

exhale.

that’s what you did.

you puff out the smoke you inhaled from the cigarette that was in between your index and middle fingers. the dirty air landed on his half-masked face. his cheek went to rest on your shoulder, hips lazily lifting themselves up and back down. you lead the cigar to his mouth. sharing something like this, in this situation, with this person, was beyond unbelievable.

fuck, what even happened?

the events that were replaying in your head moments ago were quickly fading. you’re too tired. too unfocused. you hear him call your name. then another time. then another. he gently pats your face. “look at me,” your eyes dart downwards to him. “what’s going on in that head of yours?” he says as he brings himself back down on your cock.

“nothin’... s’ just—” he clenches around you when he feels the tip of your dick graze his sweet spot.

simon hums like he’s done an achievement. maybe he did, earning a whine from you. in some way, the weight of both of your chests were lighter. passing on the cigarette to one another, it was a repeating process. taking turns and the pace he set doesn’t change.

you think you’re losing the logical part of your brain. your thoughts are jumbled and gibberish. the temporary pleasure couldn’t outweigh the actual one you were experiencing now. your fingers find themselves attached to his neck, flexing as they try not to tighten their hold too much.

the last puff was yours. without thinking, you press the butt of the cigarette on his thigh to put it out.

he hisses, but the dizziness in you can’t find the moment to care. matter of fact, he enjoys it.

you don’t miss the way his thighs trembled, not missing the way he rocked against you hard. his cock throbbed and you show mercy. your free hand finds his length, causing him to see stars. he curses, lowly. “oh, shit, ‘m c-close.”

the lieutenant finds himself stuttering, losing his voice. how couldn’t he? you were hitting all of the right spots inside of him. both of your hands were on him, one working him up further to his release while the other bruised his neck. it was like you were claiming him but no one would know. they can’t find out unless you tell them or they’d catch a glimpse of his skin.

the combination of pain and pleasure was too good. his head was clouded, and so was yours. maybe he was at peace for once, all warm and tight around you. maybe, by the end of it all, the smoke you exhale transforms into a kiss from him.

and maybe, just maybe, you’re right.

𓍢‧₊🕷️ ࣪˖ knight’s phoning. wanna be apart of my taglist? fill out this form so you can be immediately notified for future fics. masterlist

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thexsilentxwordsmith · 8 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x FWB!Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley, Reader

Summary: Nothing good ever comes from a text after dark... or does it? Guess it depends on who it is and what they need. If it's a certain Lieutenant, then it's bound to be something worth your while.

Word Count: 3.2 k

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Part 2:

BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.

You up?

Need you. Now.

Can’t wait.

The repetitious vibrations from your phone pull your attention away from the open book resting against your thighs and over to where it lay on your mattress next to you. Grabbing it, you press the button on the side that turns on the screen and check the clock in the upper right hand corner. It’s later than you thought, but being the night owl you are meant that you were still up messing about even if you shouldn’t be.

He knew it.

Rolling over to your side as you read and reread the short messages, discarding your book to the other side of the bed, the sudden racing pulse through your veins makes your stomach cartwheel. It didn’t take much these days to get your body aching for a certain Lieutenant, not when he’s texting you shit like that at this hour.

As quickly as your fingers can type you text Ghost back, an instantaneous need swelling inside at the thought of being with him again.

And what if I am?

You need something?

Not even a minute passes before your phone buzzes to life again and quickly you read the bubble that pops up on screen.

Are you going to get that sweet arse over here or not, luv?

A flutter in your chest makes your breath hitch as you jump up from your bed and throw on whatever articles of clothing that are within reach; time is of the essence. Doesn’t matter what the hell it is when you know Ghost will be tearing them off you the moment you get to him anyway. Things usually get hot and heavy pretty fast when you two are together, so the only real rule that you stood by was less is best as that meant you could get to the deed that much quicker.

Both of you knew why you’d be there, no sense in beating around the bush when he could immediately be diving into one.

With slow, careful movements and silent steps, you leave your quarters and set out across the base towards your superiors room. Once you’re outside you keep to the shadows, trying to minimize any unwanted attention to the fact you are out far too late and that your destination just happens to be where the officers are housed; getting stopped now will not be ideal. The closer you get the more warm your cheeks become as sensitive nerve endings spark to life across your limbs and a familiar heat gathers between your thighs.

He’s already waiting for you when you arrive. Your knuckles barely touch the surface of the door before you hear the lock click and the door swings open to reveal a shirtless, brown-eyed Adonis staring straight back at you. It’s clear from his ruffled, unkempt locks and wrinkled sweatpants that he had not been successful in trying to get to sleep before his desire grew into a beast too difficult to handle alone.

"Fancy meeting you here," you pick at him as he reaches for your arm and pulls you into the confines of his dimly lit room, the door quickly closing behind you both with a quiet latch. “What’s that, like the third time this week alone?”

As he turns back to you Ghost’s sight locks to your body, slowly taking you all in as he eyes you up and down, hunger glistening through his gaze. "Is that complaining I hear?" he smirks. "I’m not apologizin’, luv. Do you know what you fucking do to me?"

"I have an idea," you breathe as that imposing figure of prime masculinity moves in closer, "but you know I’ve always been a bit of a visual learner, so why don't you show me again?"

A smile that could make Satan blush flashes across his lips and with a growl that sets you shivering with anticipation, Ghost closes the short distance between you and leans in, pulling you against his warm, tight chest as he meets your mouth greedily with his.

“mmm … mmh… !” he groans into you.

A series of frantic, heated kisses overwhelm your lips as if he is trying to devour every bit of that soft, full pout as he can; how can someone’s kiss feel like heaven? Your rapidly palpating heart makes your head buzz as he pours his desire into you and you respond in kind by meeting his intensity with your own.

Breaking away for only a moment, his hands now grasping at your shirt take hold and pull the scant article up over your head and off to remove any barrier between the both of you. He tosses it out of the way and moves back against you, nearly crushing you in between him and the door as he can’t stand being separated.

Warm breath is at the side of your head. "Need to feel you," he groans near your ear before taking the lobe in his teeth and giving it a bite. Your ears pick up the sound of his breath hitching as he comes apart at the sensation of your breasts plastered to his chest, hands surveying the rest of the skin available to him.

“Goddamn, I feel like I’m on fuckin’ fire. Don’t know what spell you fucking have me under sweetheart, but it’s becomin’ a problem.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you say against his swollen lips, “to become your problem.”

“Fucking hell,” he groans before his mouth latches back on to your own.

You already are.

Fiery kisses assault your mouth in desperate fashion as if he hadn’t seen you in weeks. That insatiable appetite is something of a marvel as you both had been messing around for a couple of months and yet his texts seem to come at a more frequent rate now than when you started. Nothing is more euphoric than to be desired to the point of obsession, especially when it came to someone like the Lieutenant; there’s something primal in the way a big man possesses you.

Without warning his hands clasp securely around your waist as he picks you up so that you can wrap your thighs around his hips, your back slamming harshly against the door for leverage. The sound of your body bouncing off the surface echoes through the quiet room as that sculpted body of his presses firmly into you so the prominence of his arousal can be felt as he grinds it up into the crotch of your pants.

His face is still joined to yours and the sensation of his tongue pressing against your mouth brings you back to reality, impatiently knocking for entry, and you part your lips so that he can slip the thick muscle inside. He shoves it within the confines of that wet cavern so that it can do its exploring while it dances alongside your own tongue; he sure does enjoy keeping all your holes nice and stuffed full.

It’s not enough, though; he needs more.

You both are on the move now and you have to lock your arms around his shoulders to hang on as he makes the short distance to the bed not a few feet from where you are and sets you down. He kneels before you on the floor, pulls you to the edge, and in one swift motion his hands are on your pants before they are suddenly off you and next to him.

Even in the dim light of the small room, you can see how his eyes shimmer with lust and want, a predators gaze just before they go in for the kill. This man would be the death of you, but what a glorious death it would be.

“Lay back for me,” he demands and you follow.

A powerful grip is placed on each one of your inner thighs to spread them wide as Ghost moves them to sit on his shoulders where they will rest as he works. Leaning in towards your cunt he goes in face first with no hesitation like a starved man read to eat his first meal in days.

With shaky hands you cling to the sheets for dear life as the he nestles the tip of his tongue between your petals, gathering your sweet juices along his taste buds as he drags it across the length, teasing circles around your aching clit before thrusting up against it. There he begins to stroke with languid movements along that organ of pleasure, go in with all he has amidst the sound of your mewls at the pleasurable sensation.

Goddamn you taste good.

That face with its beautifully chiseled features is buried so deep in you Ghost can hardly breathe, but he has never felt more alive. The way you feel, the way you taste, the way your hips writhe against his movements all work together to fuel the passion for your cunt. On his knees between your legs is his favorite place to be, listening to the symphony you make, even with the threat that you’d lock your legs around his head; god, he hoped you would.

Your eyes clamp themselves shut as your head falls back while another back-arching vibration of pleasure hits your clit and you bite your bottom lip hard, trying to remember how to breathe when your brain had lost all its functions. Ghost’s intense pace never slows even as you writhe violently across his face, your sweet nectar coating itself across his cheeks. Oh no, it only fuels him more; he’d drown against you and still say thank you.

Ghost’s hands move up further on your hips suddenly, pulling you against his face until he is latched so securely that you can not buck him off. There is not anywhere for you to go at this point and the only thing you can do is ready yourself as that warmth in your stomach grows stronger and stronger, your toes curling with each thrust of his tongue.

Releasing your grip on the sheets, you bring your hand down and ruffle your fingers through his hair and he moans into you. “Sh-shit,” you stutter breathless. The pace is steady, sucking and stroking, but it’s intense as the minutes pass without any sign of him letting up. You know there will be no mercy found for you here; Ghost will stop when his job is done and not a second before.

Tiny beads of sweat speckle your body as you burn under his touch and he smirks against you, feeling how hard he is working you as the perspiration hits his fingertips. The pressure was overwhelming and your hips rock with him trying to get you there.

There is nothing more beautiful than the mess he is always making out of you lately and if he has his way he will keep you on your back almost constantly.

Pressure building, warmth gathering, the precipice within reach with each stroke. Relentless he feasts with fervor until your eyelids flutter shut.

Right there. It’s right fucking there. Just a few more licks of his tongue, a few more precise hits and that is going to be all.

It’s coming, the plunge. Ghost’s fingernails are piercing the skin of your hips as a few more deliberate strokes of his tongue on your clit cause your butt to lift up of the bed as your orgasm rips through you.

Your thighs clamp around his ears, blocking him in against you and yet he doesn’t stop. The entirety of your ecstasy you ride out with him licking and sucking until you sink into the mattress, breathing through the pleasure. After a moment you look down to see the demon emerge from you with a smirk strung across his mouth that sparkles with your slick.

Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he sighs and stands to his feet, fingers capturing the drawstrings to his pants and with a pull the tie untangles itself so that the slack fabric can hang low on his hips.

“What?” you play, knowing what he wants and even though you are still catching your breath, you are more than ready to give in to him.

“You know damn well what. Night’s still young, luv,” he says as he slips the waistband down even lower, “and now it’s my turn.”

He isn't finished with you yet, not even close.

His desire is beyond reason now, even more than before, and it fills his gaze as he stares back at you. No movement yet as Simon allows that bit of tension to linger in the air before he pounces.

Fuck anymore foreplay, this can’t hold off any longer.

Those legs of yours you have kept open, inviting him back, but this time with his cock instead of his tongue. He moves back in, dropping his pants off his legs and stepping out of them. A quick order he barks to move back further onto the bed has you scooting and he is following you, crawling across the surface with the power and grace of a lion before he goes in for the kill.

“You ready for me, princess?” he growls.

You stare back at him, big doe-eyed gaze watching him as he prepares to claim you again. “Give it to me,” you say and that is all the confirmation needed.

Sliding between your thighss as he parts them as easily as a knife through warm butter, he pushes one back where your knee is near your chest while the other is straight beneath him; he wants to get as deep as he fucking can. There is no hesitation as with a strong thrust he is fully inside of you down to the very base of his cock, his balls bouncing off your ass.

“Ahh…” you cry out as you stretch to capacity to accommodate all of him, your fingernails dig into the muscles along his shoulders as your body adjusts to his mighty girth.

Ghost bottoms out and needs a second to collect himself; he’s had you countless times at this point, but every single time the sensation your body gives him is enough to make the man see God.

“Goddamn sweetheart, the way you feel around my fucking cock,” he groans, “just want to keep it in you at all times. If I had my way, you’d stay on your back all day every day.”

Obsession is not quite the word, but you already have the man wrapped around your little finger. The things he'd do to have you at this point border on the diabolical.

There is no holding back once he starts thrusting in and out, desperate to find his rhythm, not with how wet and tight you are; it is paradise. Soon enough that pace is set and you are joining him in grinding your hips against his pelvis. Ghost rests his forehead against yours, rough, strong fingers finding your hands so that they can lace themselves in between the paces of your own as he holds them above your head. The building pressure causes him to start panting.

“O-OHH, FUCK…!!” he exclaims as you tighten yourself on his cock, putting those kegel practices to good use just to see him falter.

It is not expected and throws him off a moment; he’s the one that is suppose to be showing that pussy who’s boss, but you’ve taken the reins with that one move. Someone is bound to hear him and yet he can’t be bothered to quiet himself. If you want to make sure this stays a secret, you shouldn’t pull moves that can bring him to his proverbial knees.

Time after time he feels the need to remind you in breathless moans how you are his, but if Ghost is honest you have him fucking whipped; not that he is going to let you know that. Still, if you pay close enough attention you will be able to tell the signs, like the way he is utterly falling apart now. Fuck, he needs to come so bad now he can taste it.

Desperately he grinds harder and harder into you as if he cannot get deep enough, like he cannot fill you full enough. He needs to take over your entire being, possess every single last centimeter of you, steal away all your sanity until there is nothing left of you but him.

Releasing your hands, he moves back to sit taller on his knees so that he can put the most leverage behind his thrusts. He helps you to reposition so that both of your thighs are now secure high on his hips; you are going to need to hang on for this. Abdominals are straining along his torso, contracting down with each movement until they are coated in a thin, glistening layer of perspiration.

“Com’ on, pretty girl, you goin’ to give me another?” he grunts. The knot in your brows and the way your mouth hangs slack must say it all. He’s going to make you come again.

You nod furiously, focusing on that warm gathering in the pit of your stomach. “That’s it, sweetheart, com’ on. I deserve to feel you this time. Com' on my cock, slather it nice and proper.”

Hips rolling as if his life depends on it, he reaches down between your bodies to play with your clit. It’s working, your back is arching, and release is gaining on you. “Yes, y-yes,” you choke out.

The pressure is overwhelming and your hips buck, the pain of over-stimulation turning to pleasure as your body readies itself to shoot that hot electricity through your limbs. Ghost presses the pad of his finger harshly up against your clit and with his thrusts working inside you, that is finally enough to make you spill.

Your second orgasm rockets through you, causing you to clamp down on him with fluttering walls. The sensation is enough to cause that deep ache to finally find its remedy and his pulls out of you quickso that he can coat your torso with his cum. You quickly reach down and grab his cock, stroking out all his has to give until he is shuddering and please with you to stop.

He has to sit back on his heels and just breathe a moment before he can move to grab something to clean you off, but soon he’s able to go off and grab you a towel, handing it to you as he falls on the bed beside you while you finish wiping off the last of his cream.

“So, I guess that means we’re done here right?” you playfully tease him as you throw the towel aside and lay back down.

Strong arms enfold you and pull him to his chest as he smirks, the euphoria of his orgasm still coursing through his veins.

He catches your mouth with his to shut you up. “You should know fucking better than that, luv,” he says, nipping at your lips. “Price may own you when the sun is up, but that still a ways off. You and that sweet cunt of yours are mine until then.”

Hell, he cannot seem to ever get enough of you no matter how many times you frequent his bed. Those strong fingers draw lazy circles across your back, making you tingle as you come back down from your high

You chuckle sleepily, the consequences of you staying up so late mixing with the act you just performed. “I’ll be so tired, not gonna be able to run drills properly.”

“More complainin’?” he retorts. “I must not have finished the fucking job yet. You’ve been doin’ just fine with keeping up with your duties so far. Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ll make sure your proper exhausted just as I always do.”

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bluegiragi · 1 year

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konig is very good for ghost and soap in the soapbox saga finale <3

read the full comic (29 pages) on patreon!

#drawing this kiss was honestly one of my favourite parts #but yeah omg i spent the last 2-3 days just committing to getting this finale done #its by far the longest 'episode' in the series and im very proud of how it came out #also this comic series ended on such a sweet note despite the filth #love my boys #also the soapbox saga has technically ended but im definitely not abandoning these three #im far too attached to konig by now #wet cat and his two doms #konig #ghost #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soapbox #soapbox saga #giragi art

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2kiran · 8 months

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cw m!reader has a huge dick. pt2.

“it’s- it’s not going to fuckin’ fit!” simon spoke through gritted teeth, gloved hands planted on the wall as he struggles to take all of you in, “yes, it will,” you replied, kissing the back of his neck, “mmg! slow, slow the fuck – ah – down!” he hissed, walls spasming around your thick cock. simon moaned breathlessly, wincing as sweat began to build on his skin. you were taking it slow, thighs burning as you held back the urge to just fuck into him. you rubbed at his sides, grinding ever so slowly inside of him so that he can get used to the wide stretch. “fuck me,” he whispers, almost inaudible, “what?” he huffed in clear annoyance of your question when you knew what he wanted. “i said fuck me you little piece of– shit!” a guttural groan left him, cock jumping as he almost came right there. you thrusted into him, making him take you in deeper. you couldn’t take it anymore, hips retracting before slamming right into his sopping hole.

setting a brutal pace, every thrust made him twitch upwards. his knees were weakening with every movement, and he doesn’t think they’ll work after this. you latched onto a patch of exposed skin, sinking your teeth into the flesh to leave a mark. simon wailed, head ducking as he cried out, “ahngh, i’m– ‘m goin’ to die!” the word was dragged, eyes dazed as he couldn’t focus on anything else besides how he felt so full. it was too much, too too much, but he still wanted more and more and more.

the head of your cock grazed his prostate and his moan was so pornographic, straight out of a video. “i can’t, i can’t, i can’t take it!” he shook his head, but he pushed back against you, “you can, and you are. look at you,” you cooed, licking the fresh mark. “love, you’re destroyin’ m’fucking insides- ah, ah, agh!” you reached around him, tugging at his aching cock. he wailed, feeling tears forming on his waterline, “ehmmgnffh, i c-can’t, you’re too big!” he sniffled, trying to suppress a whimper. simon whined, chest heaving as his knees buckled. “i’m going to– oh fuck, loove,” he cried, cheeks rosy with embarrassment, “mngg! it’s too muuuch!” his grasp on reality was failing on him, as he came with a pathetic cry.

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agoofyannoyancetolaw · 30 days

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consider... Ghost babytrapping reader. It's something some could see Soap or Graves doing, but never Simon.

He's so sly and sneaky, never showing his needs, but when he senses you drifting away, he will slip a pill in your drink when he's sure he's ovulating to ride you till sunset, making sure to milk you dry

a/n: god I love these requests

minors DNI- warnings: baby-trapping duh, trans ghost as well

ghost wasn’t ever going to admit how much he wanted you, how much he needed you in fact. He didn’t want to put into words how he felt- but he knew deep in his gut that you were his, right? You had to be his in some way. You and him had been friends for quite a while, and eventually just enough more that he could call you to his barrack any time of night and have that perfect feeling of sex fade into his senses with you

that’s all you really were though- fuck buddies. God he hated that term, it made his gut boil with envy and hate that someone could slide into your life and end it all so easily. No, no, that couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t let it happen.

these thoughts all brewed in his mind over the months, but the thing that set it all in motion was when he saw you at the closest base pub getting all close to some civilian. That’s what truly got him going, the fact you were flirting with a civilian- not even part of the team, although he’s not quite sure if that would have been worse.

sure he could tell you his feelings straight up, but where’s the point in that?

so he made a plan. It started in physical motion the second you got back from base and he texted you to come to his room for the usual quick fuck, nothing horrible so far

he had this all planned out- unknown to you of course. Any condom you have now has little needle holes poked in and any drink at his house has just a smidge of something he found just to make sure he takes

he rides you all fucking night even when your half asleep and tired, he still keeps bouncing on your length, his body clenching around your member and his folds wet and inviting as if he was trying to keep every little drop inside of him, his gummy walls squeezing every little drop he can get out of you and cockwarming you till you fall asleep next to him

he just felt it in his bones that it was gonna take, it just had to. And god was he close to bouncing in joy when he pulled out a test a few days later and it came up positive, him getting ready to put on some fake tears to tell you. You couldn’t really just be fuck buddies now, could you?

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poetslastdeath · 2 months

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john and higher ranking reader (i don’t specify the current day rank but it’s very much implied to be higher than his)

heavy hints of dom reader, fem leaning reader this time (couldn’t choose so i flipped a coin and went with fem), cute and short

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reader and john who have known each other since you were just recruits, both grown from hyper soldiers with stars in your eyes to stoic war hardened soliders with more scars than freckles, have known the deafening sound of gunshots longer than you knew compassion.

his youth died years after yours did, you were already a lieutenant then being looked up at by a fumbling yet smooth sergeant price. always a step behind you, always filling the silent air between you too, unrelenting and bright as a dying sun. you wanted to protect that, hold it close, hold and cradle that fire for a little longer until the winds picked up and blew it all away.

it did either way, you watched then left.

better to let him sit alone then look far too close at you, at everything you’ve done, at how you could so easily hurt him but didn’t it every time. look at that stupid thing foolishly named love.

the twin old decaying thing is your chests, some may call it innocence but one far wiser than anyone should be would call it humanity. so you drifted, climbed the ranks, making it farther than a younger you could have guessed. you and john met sparsely after that.

however something always lingered, something else between you two though it only actually played out a few times when it boiled over, usually his poor knees took the brunt of those encounters. some could call it love or lust or they could call it two far too damaged people who cave into each other like waves crashing against rocks. calloused hand in calloused hand.

john, who gets himself into trouble— on the way over you can only sigh without surprise, he was hotheaded in his twenties but now he’s as slow and burning as molten lava— and has to call in a favor to bail him and his team out.

and when you walk in, you’re the only one that notices his slight stutter of breath, chest aching with heavy lingering smoke. it’s like the gravity around you pulls, the world twisting to meet your every step, and eyes are snapped over to you and held like they can do nothing else.

then that’s when the 141 boys know the now slightly deflated shepherd and graves stand no chance.

and they don’t, they fold because they can do nothing against the raspy honey of your voice, it’s allure sounding like a spiders web, thinly veiled poison dripping from cracked lips.

it doesn’t take long, not when you tilt your head as shepherd freezes so still he looks like a statue when you start naming dates and times. insignificant to anyone else, but you know. he knows. anyone could see the threats laid like bear traps behind your words.

and with a fake barely there smile, shepherd and his mutt leave with the slamming of the door.

it’s tense, not quite as tense as when shepherd was in the room, but it’s still like the rest of them don’t quite know what to do with you now, turning to look at their captain then at their lieutenant when john’s eyes are locked on the side of your head.

you look over, meeting his gaze with heavy unreadable eyes, knowing far too well now that keeping emotions in your eyes is the fastest way to having someone kill the light in them.

“thank you, love.” he rasps, you raise an eyebrow and he pauses. glancing away to consider his next steps from here.

“ma’am. thank you, ma’am” he corrects smoothly like he had never said anything else, so naturally that it makes you want to hear his low rough tone whisper it on repeat until he can’t speak.

you nod, eyes flickering over to his team. “hm, pleasure to help.”

they shift, uncomfortable and clearing untrusting of your heavy calculating stare. though you hardly mean to, by now it’s hard to help yourself from making observations almost idly, like how the one you know is “ghost” stands far closer with one of the men then the other one.

you look away from them and back over at john, you shift your weight from one foot to the other and turn in his direction. he follows every movement carefully with shadowed deep eyes.

“i’m done here. you can clear up your own mess, can’t you?” you hear one of his boys shuffle before a hand is placed on his arm in a tight grip, like he was seconds away yelling. you pay no mind to it, far to busy for a puppy’s biting at your ankle.

“i’ll send you a gift.” you pause, watching john again. “a little something about shepherd so his leash should shorten.”

he exhales, careful and slow. you don’t quite know what he’s thinking, no matter how good you’ve gotten he’s also improved.

“thank you, ma’am” he repeats, tilting his head forward. you smile, walking forward, glancing at the clock behind him.

you mumble, “hm, call me if you need me further.”

and when you pass him, you lean over to whisper in his ear, words carefully crafted just for him. “oh and if you want something, then ask for it, baby.”

his shaky exhale tells you everyone you need to know. the door shutting behind you is perfectly timed with his mind sliding back into captain mode.

it’s a pity, he’s far prettier when he isn’t in control.

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rodolfoparras · 5 months

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Now consider : Free use! Reader but in a/b/o setting

- the a/b/o spitball had every male centric writer in Tumblr scrambling on their feet was delicious btw.

Omega Price who should be above behavior like this but when the three other omegas are asleep he’s sneaking into your room and sinking down on your cock bouncing on it until he reaches his orgasm even staying on your knot because after all if anyone had the right to carry your pups it was the oldest of them all

Omega Gaz and omega Soap who happen to go into heat at the same time and are impatient as ever when it comes to using you, with gaz bouncing on your cock chasing his release while soap is begging and pleading for him to hurry, all while you’re sat at your desk doing paperwork, or sat in the sofa watching a tv show, or at least trying to do so. It would only end with Soap riding your face while Gaz bounces on your cock and it doesn’t take long before they’re arguing over who’s to take your knot

Omega Ghost who feels comfortable enough to take your knot for the first time. Gaz and Soap were supposed to help assist him but when it came down to it, they couldn’t contain themselves, went so many rounds with you until you passed out but Ghost was still sitting there, slick pooling between his thighs whining and whimpering for someone to help him out so they make swift work of preparing him with their fingers before they help him sink down on your cock, all while you’re falling in and out of consciousness

Spitball w/ me?

#alec answers #call of duty #john price x reader #john price x male reader #gaz x reader #gaz x male reader #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #soap x reader #soap x male reader #top male reader #sub male reader #dom male character #bottom male character

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lucifermonsii · 4 months

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Top Male Reader

cw: bottom!ghost, smut, fingering.

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It's been a few months after Y/N and Ghost broke up. Ghost has always been a difficult person, being cold and blunt towards his significant other. Having a thick barrier between them, the boundaries in the relationship was a lot. No bed sharing, No holding hands, No this no that.. But when they had sex it was different, Ghost loved the way Y/N pounded on him. Bullying his prostate over and over again with his large member inside of him, the way his gummy walls clutched onto the man's cock was a pleasure both Ghost and Y/N loved to experience. Y/N bringing Ghost heaven and back as he roughly thrusted into him in and out over and over again, the way Ghost's eyes were rolled back. Drool dripping out of the corner of the lieutenant's mouth down to his chin, his thighs trembling from pleasure.

But it was all over, due to Ghost's attitude towards the male they decided to part and broke up. Ghost had always been afraid of being in a gay relationship within the military work field, who would think that their cold and stern lieutenant would be gay? And a bottom!?

Ghost came into the common area after he finished his workout, doing his usual routine before Y/N and Soap came in and sat together. Having breakfast and talking, the sergeant making terrible dad jokes as Y/N simply smiles while eating his food. Sometimes slight giggling because he dosent want to choke on his food. Overall they were having a great time, But Ghost? He was watching everything. The way Soap would occasionally brush his finger's against Y/N's thighs for shits and giggles, of course the male really didint care much since Soap was his best buddy. Ghost on the other hand was staring at the whole interaction, gaze filled with jealousy and rage. But not enough for him to react. yet.

That was until Soap gripped onto Y/N thigh, thats when Ghost had enough. The lieutenant marched towards them before gripping onto Y/N's shoulder and dragged him away forcefully. "What the fuck?," Said Y/N as he stared at Ghost in disbelief and confusion, eventually being forced into a small confined room with the lieutenant. Door locked.

Y/N stared at him with his e/c eyes, confused. "Why did you have to drag me." Y/N said along with a raised eyebrow as he stared down at Ghost with his e/c eyes, Ghost in returned just stared up at the taller male. "Im sorry, for everything, for how i've been acting towards you when we were together." Said Ghost, for the first time he was being genuine which surprised the other male a bit.

A sigh escaped Y/N lips as his eyes darted back from Ghost to the door, "Sure, but that dosent explain to why you've dragged me here," said Y/N as he stares at Ghost with his head cocked to the side, arms crossed over his chest. "I need you." Ghost said as he stares up at him, eyes filled with need and lust as he uncomfortably shifted his thighs to hide his apparent bulge. Ghost managed to get a grin out of the male as he stared up at Y/N, "So this is your way of forgiving?" Y/N said, amused as he leaned towards Ghost, His breath hot against the lieutenant's.

With that being said Ghost lifted his balaclava till the bridge of his nose and pushed his lips against Y/N's. The other male returning back the kiss as his hands crept onto his waist, now firmly pressing Ghost to the wall. The kiss deepens as their tongues intwined, Y/N's hands caressing Ghost's side up and down. Eventually the kiss broke and the two breathed again, the thumb of Y/N's now beneath Ghost's shirt and slowly sliding it up. Ghost lets out a sigh as he leaned the back of his head against the wall, letting the other male take his shirt off — which he did willingly. He kissed Ghost again, his hand now against the shorter male's chest as his other hand was gripped onto his waist. Firm but not enough to leave a bruise.

The kiss broke before they got to the point. Y/N stripped the man and turned him around before shoving him against the wall, Y/N jerked him own, collecting pre-cum at his tip before using it as lube and teasing it at the rim of Ghost's entrance with his index finger. A whimper escaped Ghost's lips as he felt the sensation, the taller male's index finger now inside of Ghost. Finger fucking him slowly to stretch him before adding another finger and continuing to finger fuck him, his fingertips brushing against Ghost's prostate which caused the lieutenant to moan. Y/N continued to thrust his fingers in and out of him, small soft whimper and moans escaped Ghost's lips as Y/N's fingers shoved against his gummy walls.

Finally his fingers are retracted, leaving Ghost's hole wet and all prepped. Y/N inched himself into Ghost slowly with his large member, the tip of his cock now inside of Ghost made a grunt escaped the taller male's lips as Ghost's walls clenched around his tip. Eager he was he attempted to clench down on Y/N's cock, wanting to take him fully in — which Y/N complied to, shoving his large member into Ghost. His gummy walls tight and wet around the man's shaft, a grunt escaped his lips from how tight he was. He had to fight the urge to shove his cock all the way in, but refused to as he continued to inch himself further into Ghost.

After managing to shove his whole cock in, Ghost clenches around his member and moaned at the feeling. Y/N began to thrust into him, slowly before he picks up the pace. Ghost's hips in sync with his as the pace quickens, whimpers and moans escaped Ghost's lips as he grips onto Y/N's forearms. The man's grip on his hips now tightening as he thrusts harder and deeper into Ghost, wet slaps of skin against skin filled the room as he continued to thrust in and out of him which cause Ghost to be even more vocal. He covered his own mouth with the palm of his hand as he continued to whimper and moan, his lips quivered as drool began to pool out of the corner of his mouth. Eyes rolled back and face flushed from Y/N thrust so hard into him as his prostate was continuously bullied by him.

His breathing was hot and heavy from being pounded, Y/N's thrusts began to be sloppy as he was close to his climax. His pace quickens as the sound of wet slapping of skin against skin fastens, Ghost's aching cock now dripped with pre-cum from not getting attention. Ghost grabbed onto his shaft as he began to jerk himself off whilst the man behind him continued to thrust into him, sticky strings of white stains the wall from Ghost as Y/N reached his climax and came into him. Ghost felt full, the feeling of his warm seed inside of him was a lot to take in. To the point where there was a trail of his cum trailing down from his hole till his thigh, slowly dripping down. They both get a breather before Y/N pulled out his member, a wet 'plop' sound was made when he fully pulled himself out. He gripped onto Ghost's ass cheeks and stretched it apart, looking at the wet entrance of Ghost, how his cum leaks out and puffy it was from being ruined.

#call of duty modern warfare ii #ghost mw2 #x male reader #ghost simon riley #male reader #top male reader #cod mw x reader #dom male reader #simon ghost riley x male reader

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