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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Mean Boyfriend Simon "Ghost" Riley

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, clit stimulation, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, biting, size kink, creampie, slight free use

A/N: He can be a bit mean sometimes.

Mean boyfriend!Simon acts like he doesn't notice how much you want to come. When he pulls out of you and goes off to do something else, leaving you unsatisfied because you were a brat he pretends he doesn't see how your eyes tear up. Or how you follow him like a puppy, your whole body buzzing with the need to come.

Mean boyfriend!Simon fingers you from behind at the most sudden times. You could be making dinner and he'll walk up behind you, shove his big hand down the back of your pants and push two fingers in your pussy. He knows you'll let him, he knows you miss him so much you'll take him whenever you can get him.

Mean boyfriend!Simon makes big bites around your nipples so his teeth marks are visible there for days later. He will do the same thing on your inner thighs, he loves feeling them twitched under his mouth. It's probably his favorite part to bite, other then your ass.

Mean boyfriend!Simon curves his finger upwards as he pulls it out and the back in but he does it at a speed at which he knows isn't enough for you to come. He pulls it out fully, watching your poor cunt clench around air, begging for something, anything to be back in it. His finger, his cock, his tongue, toys, it doesn't matter. But his cock would be ideal.

Mean boyfriend!Simon holds your ass like a bowl he's slurping from when he's eating you out. Marks are left behind in his wake because you can't stay still, so he has to use a little force to make you. When he pulls away and is drenched in your slick he has the biggest grin on his face because he made you come with his tongue alone.

Mean boyfriend!Simon thumbs at your clit when he knows you're close. You beg, scream, whimper for him not to stop again, you'll go crazy if he pulls away now. In his opinion you're at your most beautiful when you're a desperate mess just like this, and it's his greatest badge of honor to reduce you to it.

Mean boyfriend!Simon slaps your pussy when he tells you that you've been a bad girl. For example if you come without him telling you to, or you give into your needs when he's deployed and send him videos of yourself riding toys or choking on them. You don't look like someone who deserves anything less then a punishment.

Mean boyfriend!Simon creampies all three of your holes in one night. Not even the most thorough shower will get the smell of cum and sex off you when he's done. Which isn't a bad thing in his case, he likes it when you smell like him, and when you get that happy smile on your face while getting more cum on your body.

Mean boyfriend!Simon makes you clean his cock up even if your body is nearly boneless after sex. If he has to he will use your mouth to do it while you just tilt your head back for him. The only part of you that needs to work then is your tongue.

Mean boyfriend!Simon keeps his cock inside you while pressing one hand on your stomach and the other hand teasing your clit. He doesn't move his hips at all, he just enjoys the way your pussy walls ripple around him. Eventually you do get him to come too, but not before you've already had several orgasms like that.

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meowpupp · 29 days

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as a thank you for hitting 1k followers, and an apology for my absence, I would like to share my take on poly!141.

poly141! x recruit!reader. 1.5k words. mentions of sex, although no smut. yet.

you're a sweet little thing. smart as a whip, nerdy, and confident. having spent most of your post highschool graduate years studying, youve acquired numerous impressive qualifications. while most people your age in university were out partying, getting blind drunk, hooking up, you were studying.

a tech genius. that's what laswell had sold you as to price. he had been hesitant to allow any new members at all, especially ones so young. and yet, taskforce 141 sees two new additions. the newest little tech genius who's climbing quickly through the ranks, and another soldier. someone by the name of roach.

at first, you weren't amused. as a woman in the military, your life was already difficult enough. being assigned to an all male taskforce felt like your worst nightmare. but after some convincing from laswell, and realizing this would be the fastest way to make a name for yourself, you sign the papers.

your first week is smooth, albeit awkward. you and the other new recruit, roach, get along fairly well. he's funny, a little dorky, but obviously skilled. he isn't as intimidating as the others, being almost as young as you. you find yourself gravitating to him often, often staying up late together, eating meals together, and even training together. you make quick friends.

and so, it's only natural that you both end up becoming… closer. late night talks turn into makeouts, and makeouts turn into grinding. it's somewhat clumsy however… as if the two of you can quite place the power dynamics.

the others, however, are much more of a challenge to get along with. you're cautious, aware these men have been in this business much longer than you. the four of them- price, ghost, gaz, and soap- are a power unit. it takes weeks for you to find your place within the team.

price tries to be welcoming, although it doesn't quite work. there's this sense of authority and power around him that makes you feel small, almost submissive. his gruff voice sends shivers down your spine each time he speaks over comms, panties growing wet each time he gives you a direct order.

it's almost as if he knows, whispering your name rather than your military nickname. his voice sounds almost seductive. it makes you feel like a pervert, imagining him growling in your ear each time you get off.

price has a way of always remaining in control and not just with you. the power dynamics within the task force are subtle yet well established. there seems to be a chain of command that follows their ranks. price on top, then ghost, then gaz and soap. you notice how they all drop casual innuendos, their affection for each other, corssing over the boundary of just friendliness.

ghost barely looks, let alone, speaks to you for the first month. you're unsure if he even likes you. on the field, he's sharp and alert. you occasionally hear him share banter with the others, but never feel brave enough to join in. the man is intimidating, almost three times your size, a quiet sort of confidence and dominance that follows him around. he's the one you train with most often.

ghost is ruthless. he slams you into the matt, somehow always ending up between your thighs, his big hands holding them apart and pinning you down. you can't help but memorise the sight. your Lieutenant, panting, slightly sweat as he holding you in such a lewd position, glaring down at you.

it's your favourite fantasy to think about late at night as you touch yourself, unaware that the walls are so thin that ghost himself hears you whimper his name. he strokes himself in time with the slick noises of your cunt, imagining how desperate you must look.

gaz isn't intimidating, per say. he isn't distant like ghost or unapproachable like price. the man has such a casual confidence and arrogance around him. he's the first to speak to you, ask you about yourself. throughout your career, you've met many military soldiers. most the men fit into two categories, misogynistic dicks who don't believe you have a place within the ranks, or disgusting perverts who want a quick fuck (most of them have wives, even kids.) but gaz is refreshing. he fits into neither.

he often starts conversations with you. asking questions and truly listening as you speak. little do you know he records each one, saving them for when he's alone late at night. something about the way you speak, your tone, the quiet rasp or accent, it makes him stupidly hard. he's not above recording you while you workout, standing just close enough to capture each huff and grunt as you lift. it's those recordings that get him off the quickest, wondering how whiny youd sound if he held a vibrator to your clit, didnt let up until you were crying and covered in slick.

and soap. the man is difficult for you to read. your first impression is that he's one of those men who fit into the ‘misogynistic asshole’ category. apart from your initial meeting, he practically ignores you.

you can tell its not deliberate. he just seems more immersed in the natural, pre-established dynamic of the taskforce. the one that doesn't include you. it takes a while, but after a month or two, your interactions become more common.

he turns out to be very respectful- even helpful. due to your background in tech, you skipped a few ranks when you joined. soap helps you in the shooting range. standing behind you, body pressing into yours from behind, correcting your posture before you fire.

you even create games with each other. he gives you little quizzes. theyre normally about gun components, military jargon, or even field upgrades. with each quiz he promises a ‘reward.’

its embarrassing whenever you blush and grow wet when he says it. the rough growl of his voice, combined with the accent he has, all makes you dizzy. you don't even notice how he plays it up, practically purring out the word, smirking as you squirm, making sure to graze his fingertips over your hot skin.

it's obvious that after a month or two, that roach is significantly more acclimated than you. it feels unfair. your relationship with each member is steadily growing, yet something about how roach interacts with them is so different. it's like you're missing a puzzle piece.

it isn't until one night when you're venting your frustration that roach reveals the reason he's clicked with them so quickly.

“It's like an initiation,” he smirks, eyes flicking away from you, “think of it kind of like…. hazing.” his eyes are almost predatory as he meets yours again, so unlike the goofy persona he usually has, “if you like, I could speak to price. they have started to discuss inviting you in.”

it's as if everything made sense now. it wasn't your fault. it was another case of discrimination, you being left out because you didn't fit into their stupid boys club.

ever since that conversation with roach, you have become frustrated, irritable, and short with them all. you fulfilled all your required tasks but refused to engage with them any further. denying invites to the pub, ignoring gaz when he tried to speak, training alone, no longer asking soap for help.

after about a week of this, price calls you to his office.

a sick sense of unease and anxiety settles in your gut. the man is so intimidating, and this surely wasn't a positive meeting. you've never been in a position like this. all throughout school, you were a grade A student, and within your years in the military, you've always maintained basic respect and politeness. you've never been in trouble with a CO.

when you step into his office, however, all your expectations are subverted. price sits at his desk, smoking a cigar. roach leans against it next to him. the two of them are speaking lowly.

price notices you first. his eyes carry an emotion you haven't seen before. lust. he's staring at you as if you're some sort of prey. with a smirk, he blows out a large puff of smoke. it curls around him, only making him more intimidating.

“if you were feeling excluded, sweetheart, you should've made me aware.” he leans back in his chair. suddenly, the room feels so small, your body getting hot, “id be more than happy to include you.”

roach walks towards you, guiding you further into the office. he doesn't let you sit, however, instead standing behind you, hands groping your hips. his fingertips slip under your shirt, brushing the sensitive skin of your stomach.

he kisses your neck, “price wants to see how pretty you are,” his hands slide further up, taking your shirt off, “let's give him a show, yeah?”

cont.

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waningdials · 2 months

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i’m sad so uhhh husband!price comfort head <3

he immediately notices that something is off when he gets home. instead of happily greeting him by the door with a kiss, you remain quiet in the kitchen. he frowns, wondering if he’s done something wrong.

he walks up to you and hugs you from behind, asking if you’re okay :(

he lets you rant about your day and what’s gotten you in a sour mood, and then kisses you nice and slow just the way you like.

he quickly ends up on his knees on the cold kitchen tiles, your sweatpants and underwear bunched up by your ankles. he kisses over your folds gently, giving you the comfort of his soft lips before diving in.

he goes slow and soft, his facial hair rubbing against your thighs and giving you that burning feeling you love as he kisses and sucks on your clit.

you end up a shaking, moaning mess - the bad mood you had carried around you throughout the day completely forgotten about

(i didn’t proof read this and i am in Pain so sorry if it’s complete shite. mwah mwah love everyone that is giving my posts attention <3)

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diejager · 5 months

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What about....erm...humiliating Graves???

Ma’am Cw: humiliation, switch!Graves, cock ring, wax play, BDSM, consent check, clothed woman/naked man, uniform, Ma’am, tell me if I missed any.

Crediting @yawnderu for this, mostly inspired by K-9 chapter... 5?

It started with a taunt, a snide remark from your lips about you being able to grind him down better than he could humble you, threatening to pull him down by the balls and work him down his high pedestal. He gave you a grin, eyes exhuming arrogance, smile overconfident with his own ability to withstand any torture you’d dish out; and his overzealous attitude was his downfall.

He pulled at the bindings, black leather flexing under his struggle, shoulders raising and feet kicking, but that did nothing. You’d gotten your skills from the best, learning to bind rope with strong knots and intricate designs, but you decided to use leather, strong and unyielding against Graves’ strength. It held him down nicely, tied to a chair, stripped from all clothing while you wore your uniform, wearing his colours unabashedly.

“Christ, doll-” he jerked, red-faced with shaking thighs and laboured breathing.

“You’ll have to speak up, Philip,” you crooned, smile gleefully mean as you peered down at him, lashes fluttering at his wide, dilated pupil.

“Sweetheart!”

He threw his head back when you tilted the burning candle, hot wax dripping down his pebbled nipple, erect and swollen from the minutes you spent sucking, pulling and biting, grinning at him all the while. You watched him jerk around, the cooling wax rolling down his chest, adding to more dried trails down his chest, a pleasing sight to you. His cock stood proud, ramrod with a red head, throbbing from being neglected and degraded by you. You’d called him a mutt, a filthy dog biting more than he could chew, you cooed at him as if he was irresponsible and needing help with the simplest matters in life.

You watched his cut head twitch, pearly pre leaking from his slit. Down the bulbous head and shaft, the veins that crossed over his girth and pumped blood into his oversensitive head, from the cock ring at the base to the blushing top. You poked it, manicured nail tipping it against his soft stomach, feeling it pulse beneath your digit. He flushed with embarrassment, seeing you make his body sing to you, angered by his body’s betrayal. Bringing the candle down his body, you cocked the flame, admiring the slow trickle of wax down to his cock, the head jumping from the burning warmth.

“Fuck!” Graves hissed, curling his hands and gritting his teeth.

He flinched back harshly, cock bobbing with the tensing of his thighs and squirming. His strong reaction made you still, taking the candle away and peer at his sweating face, he had his jaw clenched, eyes closed and veins popping out of his forehead.

“Are you okay, Phill?” You asked, brows crossed. “Is it too much?”

“No-no,” he gasped out, blinking away pleasured tears. “Fuck, please. I need it-”

It didn’t hurt, it only drove him wilder, deeper into your trap to feel something warm wrapped around his shaft. The wax was only a catalyst to his undoing, his unparalleled need to cum.The line between pain and pleasure blurred in his mind, finding his cock jerking around from every twist of his nipple or the slap of his chest, his sun-kissed skin tinging red. Your smirk returned once you saw that he was willing to continue, pleas slipping from his tongue rather than the established safeword.

“What do you need exactly?”

“To come!”

Shudders wracked his body, eyes rolling back into his head as you grasped his girth, giving him a few pumps to keep him awake.

“I can’t hear you with all this noise, Philip.”

“Please, Ma’am,, please let me come.”

You broke into a vicious grin, eyes gleaming dangerously at the authoritative title.

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scuddisher · 5 months

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WHAT OTHERS CANNOT GIVE.

Price finds out you've been having second thoughts on your intimacy with him, searching for other men's services in the area—but he's convinced you're partnered with him for a reason.

RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+) PAIRING — gigolo! john price x gn! reader GENRE(S) — drabble, gigolo! au, yandere! au, smut WORD COUNT — 1k WARNINGS — mature content, language, jealousy, highly possessive john, loads of under-toning SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, dom! price, edging, doggy-style, missionary, unprotected intercourse, creampie, bruising, mainly filth lol RELEASE DATE — DEC 14TH 2023

AUTHOR’S NOTE — me: i’m not gonna write for cod. i’m not gonna write for- [GUNSHOT]. this has been in my brain for WEEKS but now it’s finally written out <3 i live off of any type of modern-worker price concepts lmao they’re keeping me going rn.

“You know what sets me apart from others?”

John had you wrapped around his finger. Like a ring given in matrimony—the one you'd shiver over every time you had to take it off for some necessary chore where it could be damaged or lost. He knew his importance to you was real, it was what kept you coming back. But he had never taken into consideration that his services weren't enough for you.

Not with the way he had you clenching around his length, like now. “Why I am so good at my goddamn job?”

His ego had grown the more you had spoken. Broken sentences admitting to him that you had gone to see another man, asked for the pleasures of another's touch that wasn't him—you were his only regular.

John already knew, he was already hearing the gossip amidst the others. He had already found the strangely familiar phone number hidden deep inside of your drawer. In his world, of dark nights and long-time pleasure—he knew the signs of when a client was putting a distance between them and him.

You felt him twitch up into your heat as your breathing stuttered. Ears ringing loudly but only listening to the sounds of John spilling words through his gritted teeth. You knew you had crossed the line.

“What makes me the fucking best?” His words were harsh like a growl, yet spoke softly into only your ear as he pressed you into the mattress below him and felt your hips jerk back into his hot loins.

He had been fucking you for two hours. And this was once something you begged for. Once, his intimacy—now, obsession.

You felt yourself shivering from the cold air, the only major heat being the rough man behind you. His body was sweaty, hair sticking to himself along every part of his body. His happy trail soaked with drops of sweat running down his abs, stomach sucking in every time you clenched around him. You were dizzy from all that he had done to you.

And yet, he got another rise. Had released his load into you twice now, stretching you even further on his cock. That twitch of your body, mouth agape and claiming his name on your tongue. “John!”

Each time he pulled his length from you, the stickiness of his cum was enough to make you jerk and nearly orgasm until you felt the bruises he left on your hips throb in pain from his calloused fingertips pressing into them again.

You felt the cold air of his dick leaving you, could only whine as his hand pulled at your head until his lips were on your ear. And just as you felt the rush of his hot cum hitting the skin of your ass, he spoke again.

“Because I focus on my own pleasure, not yours. And that makes you my toy.”

Your whine was enough to have him turning you over to look at him, his touch becoming gentle as he heard the hisses and whispered words from your lips. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”

“Sorry.” He was still John. “Sorry is a tough word for you to use, isn't it?” His accent had grown thicker by each syllable. He was playing with your emotions. “Did you apologize to the man you called out that late night?”

There it was. The jealousy he had pent up, rocked his hips into yours until he almost forgot, only to see your big eyes staring up at him with tears falling down your cheeks to remind him.

“The one whose number you dialed instead of mine? Met in the latest hour of the night? Asked to pleasure you in some new way to get your fucking rocks off?!”

His beard was still covered in the wetness of your arousal, mixing with his spit and displaying itself on your skin each time his words turned angrier. Everything he had done to you tonight, it was all to convince you.

His mind was lost in his own thoughts as he spoke aloud. “Could he even make you cum? Know how to use you? Did he even get a touch before you realized he was someone else and not me?”

His hand moved from your heat, feeling you throb against the little friction he gave you until it found the pulse of your heartbeat at your neck. His thumb pressed into the spot, begging to feel how fast your heart would beat when he finally told you what he wanted to say all night.

“I'm the only person in the world that can make you cum like this.” His hard length was in his free hand, pressing into your heat once more until you were all-consuming. You saw the flinch in his face as he felt your walls feather with overuse, but he still found himself filling you up.

You felt his hips stutter once he was balls deep. The way his cock twitched from being sensitive like he hadn't used every hard-on he had gotten that night to prove his point. Now was his final show.

The ring of your arousal around him only caused a louder squelch and he pulled from you and thrusted himself back in. His speech only turned guttural when he felt how tired you were, how well he had taught you this lesson.

And as your body took him in and then kept going, your rise finally crashed down on you.

“You’re the o-only person who I have seen this many times in my field of work.”

You squeezed him, milked him of one more gushing orgasm, and then fell right down into your own. “Your body only knows me now. This��” He winced feeling your entire body turn into mush as your orgasm finally swept over you. “This is only for us.”

His words quieted as his head fell into your shoulder, mouth kissing at your neck. You could only cry, only whine his name softly. He finally claimed what he wanted to since the first day your shaky little fingers dialed his number.

“I'm the only one who can give you what others cannot.” He spoke so gently, pressing his entire weight onto your form below him and into the mattress. “My love.”

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soapyghost · 5 months

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Strangers

A/N - oh look at that Soapy is back. Maybe. Kinda. This fic came to me while listening to Strangers by Kenya Grace so I would recommend listening to that while you read this maybe idk. This took way to long and idk if I am proud of it

W/C- 2.3K

WARNINGS- !MW3 SPOILERS! Smut, language, fingering, orgasm(s), p i v, unprotected sex, pet names, orgasm denial, slight bondage, lil knife play if you squint, meany mean mean bad Price, literally no aftercare. H E A V Y A N G S T

"Need to see you, luv'"

You stared blankly at the text message notification, frozen solid. It had been 3 months since you last had contact with Captain John Price. You swore to yourself that last last time truly was the last time, yet here you were standing outside your apartment door waiting for his black pickup truck to come rumbling down the road and pick you up.

"Stupid" you muttered to yourself, shivering against the October chill. You knew how this would end, exactly as it always does with your heart broken and your throat sore. Soon enough you could hear the low rumble of Johns truck on the quiet street and as much as you hated it, your heart began to flutter. Maybe this time would be different, you lied to yourself. Maybe this time he'll stay.

As you finally see his headlights your heart jumps into your throat, you know this is a bad idea and your whole body is tingling to run back into your apartment and delete his number from your phone. But you know you could never do that. You were too intertwined with him to ever truly let go, and he knew it.

The car slowed to a stop in front of you, you saw John reach over and pop the door open for you. Reaching out you take the handle of the door and let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and hop up into the truck. "John," you sigh, "we can't keep doing this. I can't keep doing this. You-" he cut you off with his lips smashing into yours. The kiss was smothering, full of want and need. Whatever speech you had in your head immediately went out the window with his lips on yours.

He was the first to pull back from the kiss which made you whine in want and the miss of the heat of his lips. You flutter your eyes open to see Price's face in the dim light of his truck and you could see his eyes were red. "Soaps dead." he whispered. Soap, his Sargent. The weight hit you like a ton of bricks, you had seen soap a handful of times when you would "coincidentally" be at the same bar as 141. He was a funny guy even if his mohawk was a bit childish you liked him.

"Oh John I'm so sorry" you choked out, holding back tears. Seeing John Price reduced to tears had some affect on you. He simply nodded and gestured for you to put on your seat belt before putting the car in drive and pulling away from your apartment complex.

You drove in silence for what seemed like hours, but it wasn't uncomfortable. You knew once you arrived at your "spot" he would pull you into the back of the car and explain everything. It's how it was with John when he came back from deployments. He needed someone to vent to emotionally and physically and as much as you hated that that's all you would ever be you couldn't deny him.

The truck clamored up the hill to the overlook of the city. It didn't matter how many times he took you here, every time it took your breath away. The way the city seemed so small and insignificant. He put the car in park and sat there for a moment, quiet before whispering, "he was the best of us."

Immediately you unbuckled yourself and moved to the backseat where you grabbed onto John and pulled him back with you. You pulled him on top of you and held him there. You played with his hair and let him just talk. To get everything out, how they were chasing some big bad guy named Makarov around Europe. How they finally tracked him down to some train station and were sent to stop him for good.

The name was vaguely familiar, and it finally hit you. This Makarov was the very same one that John and his team had put away in some dank prison nearly 4 years earlier. You kept yourself quiet while he kept rambling. Letting out every emotion he had held in for the past week since Soap's death. You knew he needed it.

It felt like an hour had passed before Price fell quiet. "I'm so sorry John" you whispered, placing a kiss on the top of his head. Finally he turned his face up to yours and looked you in the eyes. They looked tired, more so than usual. The piercing blue eyes that normally were so sharp and clear seemed clouded with exhaustion and sorrow.

"It's not your fault, luv" he replied, seeming to snap to his senses slightly before he leaned in and kissed you. It was a deep hungry kiss that took your breath away, near suffocating. As he pulls away for a breath you take your opportunity and bite his bottom lip eliciting a low growl from him. You slowly open your eyes to look down at him, just they way you knew drove him insane. You know John didn't text you for a vent session in the back of his truck.

He quickly maneuvered himself out of your lap and up to trap you in between the seat and the door. Heat began to pool in your belly at the sudden change in position. John's eyes were back to the sharp blue that you remember and they looked ravenous. He quickly smashed back into your lips and slithered his hand up your shirt to palm your breast causing you to let out a breathy moan.

"Missed this" he mumbled, moving his hand from under your shirt to below your waist. Dipping down to your panties and groaning at how wet you were already for him. Admittedly it had been quiet some time since someone had fucked you as good as Captain John Price. To be honest with yourself, you don't truly think anyone ever has or ever will. "Already so wet for me?" he purrs into your ear. "'s'all for you John" you whine back, already squirming from him.

You hear John chuckle as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and begins kissing while removing his hand from your pants, causing you to let you a sad whimper. "Gotta' get these off luv'" he tuts, and removes your leggings in one swift movement. He finally returns to your panties and when he feels them again it causes him to stop what he's doing.

"For me?" he smirks, looking down at your red and black lace panties. "Only the best for you John," you whisper, before shifting and taking off your shirt to reveal a matching bra. You swear you see Johns' eyes roll back in his head as he lets out a groan. When he looks back down at you, you see a wicked grin. He moves to his pocket and with one swift movement, flicks out his switchblade and cuts between your breasts. Just as quickly he moves down to slice your panties as well. "JOHN" you shout, "THOSE WERE BRAND NEW!"

Before you have a chance to move him off you to morn the loss of what was a stupidly expensive mistake John shoves your chest back down flush with the seat and moves himself lower placing his mouth over one of your nipples. The other hand paws at your other breast and they move in tandem, the bra completely forgotten. You whine, eyes screwed shut.

"Hush now luvy'" Price soothes, slowly kissing down from your breasts to your waist and soon to your pussy, glistening in the moonlight. John devours you, licking your already throbbing clit before moving down to set a furious pace. Eating you out like it truly was his last meal on Earth. You slide down one hand to tangle in Johns' hair and steady yourself.

John knows your body like his own, and knows just how to please you. Soon your quiet hiccupping moans turned into loud cries of pleasure. And just as you began to feel the wire in your belly ready to snap, ready to push over the edge into pure bliss he stops, causing you to nearly cry out in frustration. First the bra and now this?

You look down at him, tears pricking your eyes and you open your mouth to scream at him, he moves faster and kisses you. Forcing his tongue into your mouth so that you could taste yourself on him. He moves one hand down and slides one finger into you, causing you to gasp into the kiss. He pumps slowly, knowing how close you were to your first orgasm.

After a few lazy pumps he sticks a second finger in, causing you to arch your back up off the backseat, already covered in a thin layer of sweat. John moves back in to kiss you, as he starts to move his fingers faster. Soon you're nothing more than a babbling mess, tears full streaming now down your face. "Please john pleasepleaseplease" you cry.

"Awh Princess, you can take a bit more" he chides, before pulling his fingers out entirely, your body already missing the fullness of him. He sticks his fingers into your open mouth "Suck", he commands. And you do, you close your lips around his fingers and lick all of you off of them. He moans, slowly sliding his fingers out of your mouth and reaching for his belt.

He removes it and reaches out for your hands. He grabs them and ties them tightly in front of you. He flicks his eyes up to your face, and you give him a slight nod showing him that you were fine. He moves back to his pants and unzips them and pushes them down just enough to free his cock. It springs up, nearly hitting his abdomen, the tip red and leaky.

He guides himself to your entrance, sliding himself back and forth your slit, gathering up all of your wetness on to his shaft. He leans back down to kiss you, rough and needy, as he guides himself slowly into you. You moan in unison at the feeling. Your walls pulsing around him, like they were made for him. He begins to rut into you, slowly at first giving you time to adjust to his size.

Your hands fly to his front, nails clawing for something to keep you here, in this car, with John. He grunts at the feeling of your nails digging into his chest, and picks up his pace. Moving at a punishing speed, he finally moves his hand back down to your clit.

"Say please Princess," he grunts between thrusts. The words fall from your lips, "pleasepleasepelase ohmygod John pleasepleaseplease". You swear you can hear him chuckle as he finally begins to draw circles on your clit. Panting and chanting his name you finally are allowed to cum, your walls pulsing around his thick cock. You hear him grunt, as he thrusts two, three more times before spilling himself into you. His cum painting your walls.

You both shit there for a moment, coming down from your highs. He moves first, sliding out of you and removing the belt from around your wrists and tossing it to the floor. You scramble to get your shirt and pants back on as he opens the back door and moves around to the drivers side in complete silence.

You climb over the front console and into the passenger seat, waiting for him to start the car. He turns the key and the engine sputters to life. You wait in silence for the deadly silent car ride home you know you're about to endure. But he doesn't move the car. He clears his throat until you look at him and simply gestures to the seatbelt you aren't wearing.

It was always like this, he would text you, you would show up, you'd get fucked better than ever, he would drive you back home in silence, and you'd go back to being strangers. It hurt every time. You hoped it would be different and tried to ask him about the others. "How is the rest of the squad taking it?" you whisper, looking over at him. His eyes never waivered from the road.

As you finally roll up back to the parking lot of your apartment, the weight of everything finally hits you. "I really am sorry about Soap, John" you whisper, looking over at him before grabbing your now torn bra and panties. John simply nodes at you, and flicks the lock on the door. You hop out and close the door behind you. The second you do, the truck is in drive and John Price is gone.

You spend just a few seconds blinking away tears as you watch him leave, before turning back and heading into your suite. You toss the ruined bra and panties into the garbage and head to the bathroom to clean yourself up. After you finish in the shower you head back to your room and see that you have a missed notification.

It was a CashApp notification, "Sorry -$200" from none other than Captain John Price himself. You scoffed, after everything this was how he "thanked you"? You immediately tried to send the money back but found that you were blocked. You rolled your eyes and dialed in Johns number, only to be met with his voicemail.

You flicked open your messaging app and shot him a message "I don't need your money", before throwing your phone and rolling into bed and promptly passing out. When you awoke the next morning, your fumbled around your room to find your phone and see what John had sent back. You click your screen and see no new messages, which puzzles you. He always texts back.

You unlock your phone only to be met with a bright red notification in your messages of

"Not Delivered!"

#price smut #captain price x reader #captain price smut #mw2 #mw2 x reader #mw2 smut #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #price x reader #modern warfare 2 smut #captain john price #captian price #MW3 SMUT #mw3 price #mw3 x reader #mw3 #modern warfare 3

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 5 hours

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Fuck me oml bc-UGH😩

Tell me why I’m peacefully scrollin on Pinterest and I see this?

Like mhm 😩. He’d ik this is Elliot but I know gaz would 100% send you a flic like this knowing it’d get a rise out of you. So you’d just have to come over and join him..duh!…

(And get your guts absolutely rearranged by him while being bent over a surprisgly smooth rock in a cave he pulled you into-the same cave that’s echoing with the pretty nosies that come from you both, and the sounds of wet, warm skin colliding with one another<3)

#I’m gonna post that 1k special I promise #js lemme cook for a minute 😞🙏🏽#luvv4j4ybe11 #mw3 smut #gaz mw2 #gaz x reader smut #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #cod gaz #kyle gaz garrick #gaz smut #mw3 x reader #mw2 headcanons #★ꨄ𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔ꨄ★#elliot knight #Elliot knight mw2

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bejeweledblondie · 6 months

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When I tell you I was pissing my pants laughing at this.

“This wallpaper is so cute, we could live here” ME IN A NUTSHELL I have ADHD (I’m medicated for it) but when I’m off it this is me 😭

#call of duty #cod imagines #cod masterlist #ghost call of duty #cod modern warfare #captain john price #captain price #soap call of duty #call of duty smut #cod imagine #cod mw3 #cod keegan #john price #cod mwf2 #soap cod #cod mwii #ghost simon riley

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sweetnothingtm · 2 months

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♡ i imagine that Simon Riley is the type to spoil you rotten ♡

Simon doesn’t check his bank statements anymore - just hands you his card and plants a sloppy kiss on your smiling face.

Simon carries all your shopping bags without hesitation, even while you drain him of his worth. He scrolls his phone while you shop aimlessly, his eyes lazily dragging to your frame as you showcase what you want while he waves a hand at you.

yes - anything you want. yes - i mean it, sweetheart.

He follows you like a lost dog through the stores, practically begging for your attention as you wiggle your ass into a million different outfits.

I bet he takes you to all the lingerie stores. It’s his favorite part of the day, squeezed into a changing room as you strip in front of him. He always has a devious smirk, latching the stall lock into place as you hang up every scrap of fabric.

You’d twirl around in a tight lace, lip caught between your teeth as Simon palms himself through his jeans. He’d stare at you, eyes glowing with desire as you innocently checked yourself out and hummed.

do you like it? how do i look?

you look good enough to let me fuck you right now. matter of fact - bend over for me, sweetheart.

Simon would press you up against the mirror, dick pressed against your ass with his breath fanning against your neck. His teeth would graze against your skin, little whimpers coming from your lips as you roll your hips.

His fingers would press into your waist, digging into the silk panties with a price tag hanging off of them. $45 - damn expensive for a pair, but he considered you priceless.

When he inevitably ruins the fabric by cumming all over it, you’d have a little pout spread across your face. He’d roll his eyes, promising you another pair and splaying a hand against your ass while his camera clicks for a photo.

you look too fucking good, might just have to fuck you again when we’re home. you’d like that - wouldn’t you little slut?

Simon Riley would shrug his shoulders when the sales person would ask why theres panties in the trash. He’d swipe his card, hardly looking at the bill as he picked up another bag and watched you glow with happiness.

He always buys you dinner, opens every door for you, and slings his jacket around your shoulders. His hand always rests on your thigh when he drives, fingers tracing delicate shapes on your soft skin.

When he looks over to you, you’re already glowing with adoration and love - a twinkle in your eye as he squeezes your leg and hums.

did you like the gifts, princess? i spoil you huh?

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yawnderu · 3 months

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ok idk if reqs r open but if they are then could u pls give us some content on how bimbo!reader would be on her period during the horny phase and how simon deals with it😣 i feel like it’d ne SO FUNNY

“Si, did ya know I got my nipples pierced for you?” Your pretty, breathy voice hits his ear as you grab his hands, guiding him to grope your tits as you rub your needy cunt against his hardening, clothed cock.

“Yeah?” It's all he can say, pupils blown and all the blood rushing down to his groin. He knows you're on your days— but periods stop nothing but sentences.

It doesn't take long for Simon to have your back against the shower walls, arms and legs wrapped around his body as he thrusts into your needy, sopping cunt, pressing kisses all over your face and neck as the fat tip of his cock slams against your spongy cervix.

Your body feels warm against his, making a mess out of you while all you can do is moan and whine, your long acrylics scratching his back only serving as motivation for him to fuck you harder.

Bimbo!Reader Masterlist

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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something crazy soft but lowkey kinky with ghost and first time where he’s like working the reader through an orgasm

He should change his codename to "Soft but kinky" for real

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, orgasm guidance, praise, gentle sex, soft sex, kink discovery, size difference, gentle!Simon, soft!Simon

A/N: Imagine if someone actually added that as his nickname on the Wiki lmao.

Finds it adorable that you're asking him to guide you through this the first time you have sex. But of course he will, you're his sweetheart now, he'll do anything for you and to give you pleasure. How should he do this he wonders? He's see the videos you sent him of riding all those big dildos but can you handle the real thing? He'll start you off easy, the tip first and see how much you can take before your eyes roll back into your skull.

"Relax for me pretty girl. Can't push my dick in ya when you're this fuckin' tight. I could hurt ya for real if I try to force it before you're ready. Wet enough now yeah? Good girl, open your legs wide, let me in baby. Uh-uh, doing so well for me, I'll give you my dick, don't be greedy."

Somehow he manages to get his entire cock in you. Just when you think you can't take any more of his girth, that you're full and there's no more room he grabs you by the hips and pulls you down a bit more. It takes you several minutes to get used to him. And you thought those toys were a lot to take, they're nothing to Simon. The size feels about the same but his warmth, the pulsing, the fucking throbbing veins that run down his cock and drag along your inner walls with every easy thrust... it almost makes you drool and moan and scream.

"Tell me when ya can handle it harder 'kay? I can keep this up to but I really, really want to see how you look when you're pushed to your limits. Ruin you? Is that what ya want me to do? Fuck ya so good you'll never want any other man? So that every cock ya've ever had pales in comparison to mine? I think I want that too baby, I want to make ya mine."

He still goes slowly but he makes sure you feel every twitch, every drag, every pulse, and so does he. He can't get enough of your cunt pulsing around him. You're slightly scared of hurting him when you dig your nails into his back but his grunt seems to indicate he likes the slight sting. With him towering over you, eclipsing you with his big frame all you can see is Simon, his eyes dark, his lips swollen and parted, his chest heaving and his abs flexing as you both get close.

"Let go. Don't hold back. I'll be here to hold ya when ya go over the edge. I'll be right there with ya baby. Fuck, yes, just like that open your mouth let me hear those broken cries of yours. Let me feel this cunt squeezing my cock. Come for me, fuck, let- let me fuck my cum into ya!"

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meowpupp · 3 months

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an//: this is self indulgent, reader has snakebites + labret w spikes :)

simon riley who’s obsessed with your lip piercings. he can’t help himself, the way they frame your plump lips, the slight gleam that constantly draws his eyes, the spiked jewellery that make you seem almost dangerous.

it’s addicting, the slight sting from the spikes of your snakebites, the taste of the metal in your mouth. he loves the way you squeak when he tugs on one, or how they feel when he brushes his thumb across them.

it’s even better when he’s fucking your throat. each thrust of his hips is met with the little spike from your labret dragging along his shaft. it trails the thick vein that runs on the underside of his dick. he can’t help himself but groan, the mix of pleasure and pain is addicting.

and paired with your pretty face? he can’t help but give his good girl her favourite reward. you deserve it after all, for

“bein so fuckin pretty”

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x reader smut #simon riley x reader smut #mw2 x reader #mw2 smut #mw3 smut #i love my piercings sm and i feel like he’d be obsessed #they’re the coolest thing abt my appearance imo #ALMOST FINISHED THE YUMMIEST FIC YAL AINT READY #THIS MY WARM UP FR

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waningdials · 2 months

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husband!price pampers his little wife like crazy on valentine’s day

just know you’re waking up to his face between your legs, making your brain all fuzzy before you’ve even started the day :(

you go to work after a homemade breakfast and a lot of kisses, and find a bouquet of flowers he got sent to your office <3

when you get home he’s bought you a dress you’ve had your eye on for a while, along with some fancy jewellery to match (he asked your friends for advice).

he takes you out to an expensive meal, paying for the whole thing. he showers you in compliments and affection the entire time, always keeping his hand in yours or on the small of your back.

when you two get home he makes slow love to you :( he holds your hand and whispers how much he loves you in your ear whilst you just lay there and take his fat dick <3. he’s so soft about it, making sure you get in at least 3 orgasms before he even thinks about stopping. when you’re done you share a nice relaxing bubble bath, only to go at it again. you can’t help yourself, he’s just too sweet

#happy valentines day #mw2 smut #mw2 x reader #mw3 smut #call of duty smut #john price smut #price smut #price x reader #john price #john price x reader

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crestapex · 22 days

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Price: What kind of girl do you prefer?

Ghost: My wife.

Price: Now what kind of girl do you prefer?

Soap: Ghost’s wife.

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deunmiu-dessie · 15 days

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divorced!john price who lets his daughter and her best friend (you) stay at his house every summer without fail. divorced!john price who leaves the two of you home alone more often than not when he's deployed. divorced!john price who spoils the two of you when he is home, by taking you out to restaurants and going shopping. divorced!john price who should see you as a second daughter, and treat you as such. divorced!john price who feels like a dirty old man for not thinking that way. divorced!john price who's wanted to feel your cunt wrapped around him since the moment he laid eyes on you. divorced!john price who swears to let his fantasies be nothing more than they are. divorced!john price who gets a text from his daughter during his early drive back that you had arrived sooner than she did. divorced!john price who gets home only to find you sprawled naked across his bed, playing with yourself and moaning his name. divorced!john price who can't help but swallow thickly at the sight of your messy pussy ruining his sheets. divorced!john price who clears his throat, voice gruff, "d'you wan' help sweetheart?"

he knows he shouldn't be doing this, knows that it's wrong, but the taste of you is addicting. warm and sweet against his tastebuds, innocent and needy. the precise but shaky roll of your hips against his mouth is driving him insane as well⸺ and the only thing he can do is watch. watch as you fall apart on his tongue while he grinds himself against the edge of the bed. listen to the muffled sound of your moans and pleas as he takes you higher and higher only to slow down his ministrations and ruin your orgasm, your slick, soft thighs trapping him against your swollen, drooling cunt. john can't help but groan against you, tongue lashing out to flick your engorged clit, when he finds your teary face, your head shaking back in forth. "m-mr. price! mmf--! please! i can't, need t'cum."

and maybe he shouldn't have given in as easily as he did, but god he's jerked off to the thought of this exact moment for what feels like an eternity. "all y'had to do 's ask, luv."

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒!

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