oof-
Now you’ve touched yourself, it’s kinda hard not to when you have an insatiably hot boyfriend. The relationship isn’t extremely new, maybe a few months in, but not new new. You both have had phone sex, needing that sudden release when he was out on deployment. But every time you touch yourself, you do it only to the point when you begin orgasming. Key word: begin.
the mutual masturbation has been common for you two since the beginning really, letting yourselves reach that amazing peak. So the first time you two got a little tipsy and felt that need growing a wet patch on your panties, Simon knew what to do.
he fingered you, stretching out your wet and gummy walls for him, making sure that you would be able to fit him in your tight cunt. His low, guttural groans did nothing good for you, making your clit throb and hole clench around his fingers.
“Fuck, look a’ you. Takin’ my fingers so fuckin well.”
he groaned into your neck, his hand picking up the pace. The wet sounds from your slick filled the room, making your hands link around his neck and pull yourself closer to him. The tight feeling you get before cumming getting closer and closer.
“Si- Simon! Almost…almost the- ah!” You squealed into his neck, thighs tightening around his hips that held your legs open for him. His fingers quickened again, rubbing that slightly rigid spot inside you that made you mewl loudly.
When your orgasm hit, you expected him to stop, just like you always did. But when he didn’t, you arched your back and reached down to grip his wrist. “Simon! N-no, too much!” You screamed after you felt another surge of pleasure, making him finally stop.
you felt him pull away slightly, looking down at his lower abdomen that was glistening with liquid. He looked back at you with a dark look in his eyes. “Didn’t take ya for a squirter, love.”
the heat rose to your cheeks, voice coming out slightly hoarse. “I haven’t…haven’t squirted before…”
a devious smirk made its way to his face before he leaned down.
“Lets see if I can do it again.”
it is proven that majority of women can’t orgasm from intercourse alone. So imagine reader who can’t make herself cum, no matter how she touches her swollen little bud.
it’s becoming more annoying as you keep trying, different speeds, pressures, and angles, but nothing seems to work for you! It’s gotten to the point where you’ve quite frankly given up on even touching yourself. You’ve tried for so long, yet always get nothing.
so imagine telling Simon when he asks you, oh so kindly when on deployment, to touch yourself with him to make you both feel good. The silence over the phone when you say you can’t.
“What?”
“I just can’t. I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t work for me.”
“‘Ave ya-?”
“I’ve done everything, Simon! I can’t, okay?”
it was clear that this was something that you weren’t comfortable with talking about. It made you upset that you didn’t “function correctly” like other women. So the night Simon came home, he greeted you with a soft kiss. There wasn’t any harsh underlying emotion, just soft and sweet love. His large and calloused hands would cup your cheeks and look at your eyes, watching the slight confusion slip into your gaze.
now laying against his sturdier chest, looking at yourself in the mirror with him behind you, you knew what was happening. He gently pulled down your sleeping pants, taking his time to let his fingertips brush against every inch of your thighs, all the way down to your ankles. And soon enough, off came your panties too. He started by admiring the slight glistening of your slick right by your entrance, using his fingers to gently dip into the fluid that he loved. Dragging his fingers upwards, he brought his fingertips to the side of your clit, letting your slick be the lube for his fingers.
Simon looked at you through the mirror, keeping eye contact as his fingers pressed onto your clit. The gasp that left your lips was sudden, almost reaching down to grab his wrist, but stopping when he gave you a stern warning look. Everything felt different - his touch felt electrifying, while yours felt like watching paint dry. Why was it so different? Your eyes fluttered shut, head resting on his shoulder when he started speeding up his small circular motion. Your thighs spread a little more, shuddering when you felt a build up in your lower tummy. That burn you never felt unless you used a toy, the burn you got before you were clouded with euphoria; it was coming. You let out small squeaks and whimpers as your hips lifted and you came undone. Usually that’s when you’d stop, let your body just relax, but Simon kept a firm hand across your torso, using his leg to keep yours pinned down so he could still rub you till complete satisfaction.
once his movements slowed and he was panting along with you slightly, he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, looking at your eyes through the mirror again.
“I don’t care what time of day it is, if ye need t’cum, y’tell me and I’ll help, love. Alrigh’?”
you mustered a small nod, droopy eyes falling to the wet and sticky mess between your thighs, and the lovely hands that helped you along the way.
Simon Riley would be the type of man to finger you for no reason other than loving the feeling of your warm heat and how your walls flutter when you get close to cumming
Street racer!Simon that caught sight of you when you went to one of the races with your friends to support her boyfriend, instantly catching his attention - who just so happens to be the opposing racer.
husband!Simon trying to induce labour naturally with you in the hospital by fucking you nice and slow, telling you how good you are for bringing your baby into the world.
what’re you horny folk into? Hm? 🤨🤨
I really wanna write something for pathetic/sub CoD men, but my brain is dry asf😭😭
I’m on my knees begging you, please give me some ideas, I need to write for these whiny and needy men🙏🙏
Please tell us you have some thoughts on enemy!ghost hate fucking reader
love ur work so much wish I could pick ur brain (endearing)
please pick my brain🙏
hate is passion, so that means hate sex is full of passion. I mean - it takes a lot out of a person to hate someone else! Sooo, Simon hate fucking you after seeing that you almost got shot- OOOFFF
this man would be rutting into you from behind, fisting your hair in his right hand while his left is around your throat, pulling you back into him. He’s fucking into you like he’s trying to drill a hole through you. Of course, you’re an absolute mess, cum dripping down your thighs, sweat lightly gracing your skin, and that intoxicating blush that litters your cheeks.
"This is all you’re good for, just a hole for me to fuck. Bein’ all useless out on field, can’t fucking keep yourself safe. Stupid little girl." The things he’s saying to you as he brings you closer to your climax makes you insane! You can hear his low and guttural grunts as his thrusts begin to become sloppy. He was close. With a few more thrusts and the feeling of the chub at the bottom of his abdomen slapping against your lower back and ass drives you over the edge.
he isn’t very keen on giving you aftercare after. He pulls on his uniform once again as you laid on the bed naked and shivering. He would catch glances at you, unmoving and silent, once fully dressed though, he would crouch on the foot beside your bed. He gripped your jaw tightly making you look at him. “Never put yourself in a position like that again.”
when he left, you felt alone. But there was an odd feeling…his words, the way he fucked you…there was passion. And passion was a dangerous thing, it was something that could be lost in just a few seconds.
hehe🤭 TF-141 + König saying things in the bedroom with you
Price: “Take your clothes off. Right now.”(yes cap) “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.” “Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”
Soap: “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” “You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?” “You’re so in for it when we get home.”
Ghost: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” “Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” “Beg for it.”
Gaz: “My baby, you did so well.” “I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?” “Look how good you take it.”
König: “Did you come already?” “I want it. I want to taste you.” “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”
do you still write for bts?
I technically still do - but I’ve been on a high for CoD for the last while, and I’m doing a major work at the moment for a friend!
I’m always down to write :)
Hiii :3 Can ya do a post about their s/o style being cute like dollette style ykyk add nsfw and any character thanks :3
I can’t be the only one imagining Ghost taking your ribbons from the bows and using them to tie you up, right?
like he ties them around your wrists, eyes and his favourite…around your thighs. He ties them in gorgeous little bows and then uses his teeth to pull at them while going down on you.
he’s also always praising you in this state due to being very emotional. He loves the fact that he can make you cry from pleasure.
odd thing or not?
if y’all send in your favourite fan art of CoD characters, I’ll write a short Drabble for them. Just send the pic, nsfw or not.
(Also let me know if it’s an artist on here so I can tag them)
I’m kinda imagining Ghost gets you some kinky collar to wear, saying “Slut” or something and he puts it on you, gets a matching leash and all that great stuff
but one day, he’s woken up from a nap by you sitting on his lap and he only has on boxer briefs (since pants are to uncomfortable) and you’re sitting there, rubbing his cock through the briefs. He never likes not having power and you knew that, so you handcuffed his wrists to the bed frame.
seeing the black leash come down from his neck, the fact you were rubbing him so nicely through his boxers, he knew what you were doing.
he ended up tied up beneath you as you bounced on his cock, holding the leash tightly so you could pull him up to kiss you. You edged him for a while, getting off of him, licking his tip and spreading the cum heading at the top. But once you heard his pleas and whining, he finally got to cum. And as he came, he ended up moaning…but instead of your name, he moaned “mommy” and god, a round two was in order.
as promised, a small Drabble about Ghost liking women with hair down there
you were a bit self conscious, marks on your body, a little more hair than other people in places, etc. so when you heard some of the recruits talking about how much their hookups liked seeing and having clean shaved pussy, you felt a little self conscious. You had never fully shaved down there, occasionally doing the manual trimming to keep yourself tidy, but never a full shave.
so when you got back home that day, you decided to shave yourself completely. Looking in the mirror, you weren’t the biggest fan of it or how it looked, but it was done now. This was also supposed to be a surprise for Ghost, something that would make him extremely excited and want you even more.
laying in bed, him overtop of you making out with you and pressing kisses to your sensitive, sweet spot just under your ear felt amazing. You were excited to show him the new…cut you’d given yourself, but what you didn’t expect was him to literally pause and give you what seemed to be the most confused and slightly disgusted look. It made you feel the turtle dove in your chest come up to your throat and choke you up. The thing you hoped he’d like, repulsed him??
“You don’t like it…?” You would ask in a small voice. the voice that knocked him back to reality. But he couldn’t form any words, still just staring down at you there. Your bottom lip trembled as you closed your legs, shifting out from under him and putting on your underwear back on.
you mumbled something about not feeling in the mood anymore, seeing how he physically recoiled as he knew how he reacted was completely wrong. after that, you washed up for bed and fell asleep, his strong arms around you as you silently cried yourself to sleep.
The next few days, you had put off doing anything remotely sexual that would allow Simon to see you down there again. On day four, he broke and found you sitting in the living room on the couch. He stood there, strong and tall, pulling your book from your hands.
“You’re puttin’ shit off, love. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
you asked what he meant, not expecting him to say how he had noticed you wouldn’t shower with him anymore, let him touch you down there or even look at you. This only caused tears to well up in the corner of your eyes as you told him why.
“You looked so disgusted…I thought you’d like it b-but you just stared…and didn’t say anything…”
he knew what you were saying, mentally beating himself up for it.
“Lovie, it’s not because I didn’t like it, I was just…shocked. Never seen my pretty girl like that before, made me lose my mind.”
you wiped at your tears, but Simon wouldn’t let it slide, he pulled down your pants, pulled aside your panties and went to town. He spent a good while between your thighs, worshipping you and how pretty you looked, mumbling against your clit about how pretty you looked for him. When he was done and he cleaned you up, he held you to his chest as he played with your hair. you both got to talking and that’s when he told you why he reacted like that:
“Baby, ya always look so gorgeous t’me. I’ll always love everything bout your body. But I love when my woman has some hair because it shows me how grown you are. You’re not some little girl anymore, you’re a woman. My woman.”
it was safe to say that after that, you never fully shaved again, only trimming.
personal opinion: Ghost likes women with hair down there
only because it shows him that your a full ass woman. It feels more mature to him and he fucking lives for it
I can imagine him eating you out and when his nose brushes along your hair, he lets out a groan that only brings you closer to the edge.
(gonna make something along these lines later)
Man something I've really been into ever since I've read it is piercings. So Ghost having tongue and c*ck piercings?
You were sat in his lap, mewling from how he touched you. His fingers circled around your clit, playing with the small nub. He dipped his fingers down to see how wet you were - to a normal person, you’d be wet. But to Ghost, you were practically dry as a desert. You had wetness all over your thighs, but it wasn’t enough for him.
Ghost pulled you out of his lap and pressed you onto the bed. He pressed your legs open, pulling up his balaclava to show his mouth. You looked down between your thighs to see a quick shine of silver, your brows furrowed before you felt his warm tongue press against your slit. It was a familiar sensation you’d grown to love, except for the fact that mixed with the warm touch, you felt a cold sensation every once in a while. You whine his name, gasping and pulling at the balaclava to get him to look up at you.
His dark brown eyes that were full of lust looked up at you, his chin was covered in his spit and your juices. You couldn’t form words so your hands weakly reached to brush against his lips, pressing a small kiss to your finger tips. He knew what you were trying to do, find out what that feeling was.
“Stop it, doll.”
now, when he pressed himself into you, your mouth fell open as you held yourself up by having your arms around his neck. He grunted into your neck as he pressed into your pussy. Small tears fell out of your eyes as you felt new feeling in your most sensitive spot. You were shaking your head as he kept thrusting into you, he grabbed your jaw and made you look at him.
“C’mon, love, I know it feels too good. Moan, baby. Let me know how good my cock feels in your tight cunt.”
like always, you came, but it was so much better than before. When he pulled out and cleaned you up, you finally got the courage to ask why it felt so different compared to usual. He let out a low chuckle and picked you up, sitting you in his lap as he covered you with a blanket. He told you about the new piercings he got, showing you them. The tongue on was hot. But the cock…oh god, the cock piercings made you go feral. Normally, it would be him worshipping you and how beautiful you are - but right now, you were on your knees, licking at his tip, taking as much of his cock as you could down your throat. You were making him whine and whimper now…the rare time he would actually be submissive.
you were a blubbering mess, crying your heart out when you heard that TF - 141 had been ambushed. You paced your house, gripping your hair and almost pulling it out. You couldn’t stop your sobs, tears covering your cheeks. What if Ghost was dead? No - you couldn’t think like that, Ghosts couldn’t die…not your Ghost.
hours later, you still had small tears fall from your eyes, but they started again completely when you saw him walk through your door. He stalked into the house, shutting the door behind him. You shot up from the couch and stared at him, your sobs filling the room. He had no reaction apart from pulling you close to his body.
his slightly chapped lips suckled on your clit, he hadn’t been able to get your tears to stop. He kept apologizing, hugging you and leaving little kisses on your forehead. But when none of it worked, he lifted up your nightdress and pulled away your panties. He’s been between your thighs for a while now, taking it all nice and slow, licking your swollen clit, plunging his tongue into your pussy every now and again. But you wouldn’t stop crying. You were relieved he was home and safe, between your thighs again, licking up your juices that were only ever for him.
he nipped at your clit, keeping his pace slow. That wasn’t enough for you. You grabbed both his hands and intertwined your fingers together. He looked up at you with his dark brown eyes, the black paint around his eyes was smudged. When you looked down at him through your teary eyes, you came undone. Your hips rocking across his face to help yourself ride out your orgasm.
when you were finally done, he pushed himself up, laying down on top of you, strong and scarred arms wrapping around you. He buried his head into your chest as you buried your nose into his hair. He whispered soft apologies to you again. Your eyes slowly drooping from the amount of stress you had put yourself through and the amazing orgasm you just had.
“I have more issues than I could possibly count. And on my worse days, I’ll go from happy to sad in seconds. I won’t always like myself, and sometimes I’ll even assume you don’t like me either. I’ll push you away and I might even drive you insane. But I promise you this, nobody could ever even think about loving you as much as I do. Forgive me, love.”
”I just slid my dick down your throat…and you thanked me.”
I got a question. Who’s Badhjur and why is everyone obsessed with him?? Am I missing something?? Please enlighten me🙏🙏
ghost…
“You can’t love me. Ride me like you hate me, baby.”