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[dreaminguponlilypads]

hiyaa!!

officially switched this to a fic acc, sooooo.. heres an intro! (more about me is on my strawpage which is linked in my bio)

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my names lily, im nineteen and i write cod fics. i write fluff, angst and occasional smut. for smut i will disclaimers at the top since there are people who arent comfortable with that stuff (which is totally okay!!)

i like writing, reading, running and baking! i also make edits sometimes on tiktok of surprise.. cod characters.. however i think im gonna have to stop soon (sad) my favourite artists are arctic monkeys, lana del rey and chase atlantic!!

i also write on wattpad but thats another story..

i can see myself being a writer someday so my posting is pretty consistent, but i still ask for patience sometimes since sometimes i wont have the energy

#ghoapshipper4life

[llliissyyy]

Imagine giving Simon backskratches and he just Starts growling, making it seem like He´s a giant cat playing on your shared bed.

[opalita333]

how i feel skipping over any fic that doesn’t contain smut

[kyzer]

i hate drawing the tactical vest...

[keqikeru]

Pleasant to draw

[tojisteddy]

Thinking about being stuck between Dadbf Simon and John during a movie. It’s very comfy being squished between the two.

cw: 18+ mdni, fauxcest, smut.

Simon playing with your pussy under the blanket, pads of his fingers keep flicking and rolling your misused clit over and over. You’re pressed up against John, his beefy hairy arm inbetween your tits as you hold onto his arm, bottom lip trembling as if he’d help you in this predicament you’re in. But he only takes a swing of his beer, “Play with your Dad alright, gotta be quiet, ‘M watchin the movie.”

You only let out a little whimper, the dialogue of the movie in your ear, along with your messy heat squelching everytime Simon slots a finger in your cunt so casually. His brown eyes flicker from you to the movie, scar on his face twitching with the growing smirk, your hips grinding into Simons hand that’s running through your glossy folds. Simons sucks his finger clean, dipping it back in your pretty hole with another digit, ragged voice hushed in your ear “You’d be bloody terrible at the theater swee’art, so fuckin loud.”

John is considerate though, very considerate! Giving you long, sloppy kisses that help you reach your climax easily after god knows how long of being edged during commercial break. Sucking your tongue as you claw down his arm, cumming again on Simons hand. You only fumble forward trying to keep yourself still, your face in John’s lap, face to face with the chubbing hard on in his jeans.

His pushes your curls back, rubbing your nape, “Give your Daddy a treat f’ interupptin my movie, yeah honey?”

And your face is all messy and fucked by the end of the movie, choking and on your full lips. Your own cum staining the couch John will clean up. Simon will coo, patting his knee for you to slide over because, ‘’S long past yer bed time swee’art.’

The brute of a man will smear John cum across your lips before slipping it into your mouth to suck on, sliding his wet fat cock into your snug cunt inch by inch, that Prince Albert piercing just right against your soaking walls. Simon will slow fuck up into you, one rough hand gripping your waist and holding you against his chest while grinding you down on his length, your choking uo sleepy moans, incoherent mumbles as Simon croons, “Gonna cum ‘nd then sleep baby, ‘s alright, Dad’s got you.”

John will zip himself up, kiss the top of your head, running fingers through Simons hair on the way to get you some new pajamas.

Simons aiming to make a mess of you tonight.

a/n: they’re running my mind rn. Like woah I actually do have plot for them. My fault y’all.

part one

[greenwichacid]

What was she for Halloween?

The ugliest girl you've ever seen

Someday she will die alone

What was she for Valentine's?

An old forgotten concubine

Someday she will die for no one

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She seems to me to know

All that glitters is sour

All the lies in her place

Jesus saves

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Spits at mirrors; it's not an issue

Just remove the hateful tissues

We all know her rage is endless

And then she begs and she says "Pretty please?

I'll make her pure again; I'll make her clean"

[noknowshame]

resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that

[dreaminguponlilypads]

just thinking about how Simon would act after an intruder incident.. this is very rushed sowwy

You were still shaken up. Very much so. In fact, you were so shaken up that you couldn’t speak for a week afterwards out of fear. His birdie was horrified.

Simon felt horrible. It had nothing to do with you, but everything to do with him. He could hear the distant echo of his father yelling about what a man’s honour was. What kind of man was he if he couldn’t keep his family safe? He felt nothing short of an embarrassment to you.

Riley seemed to notice the dark cloud over the house as well. The big German Shepherd curling up around the both of you whenever possible, sleeping at the foot of the bed inside of the big dog bed, being less jumpy.

Simon took the rest of the week off. Tending to your injuries, rubbing your back when you got scared, coddling you as much as you needed. Simply didn’t let you out of his sight. The only time he left you alone was to buy new cameras for the house.

“I thought we already had those?..” you muttered while on the couch, petting Riley. “We need more, luv. The other ones are old. Need to keep a better eye on you. Watch your show, yeah?”

He even bought an entire monitor for his office, solely for the purpose of being able to stream the camera feed 24/7. Even Johnny thought he was overreacting

“Dinnae wanna pry, LT, but don’t you think the lass can protect herself?” the Scotsman commented. “You are pryin’. Don’t worry about what I’m doin’.”

[yanka144]

[mickf4g]

[elysianightsss]

Sunshine ~ Simon Riley

He stole her crayons at four years old and never really stopped taking things that were hers — her patience, her evenings, her heart.

Heat ~ Simon Riley x Sunshine

It is thirty-eight degrees in England. Simon comes home from base and finds you asleep on the sofa in a thin t-shirt, damp-haired and entirely miserable. He looks at you like you're the best thing he's seen all day. Then he ushers you into a cold shower. It is still thirty-eight degrees. You stop noticing.

Peach ~ John Price

Ten years of showing her exactly how he felt in every way except the one that counted. Then she goes on a date and John goes home to get the ring he keeps in his sock drawer.

Birdie ~ Kyle Garrick

She has always been someone else’s, and he has always been exactly what she needed him. Until the night she sits on her sofa pulling herself apart over a man who stood her up, and something in Kyle finally comes undone.

Bonnie ~ Johnny MacTavish

He comes home to Scotland and walks into the supermarket and there she is — and then there, in the trolley seat, is a boy with his jaw and his eyes and his exact stubborn expression.

Coming soon…

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[squidem]

Im having a hard time finishing anything lately but heres a price wip you filthy animals

[wolverinecore]

Captain Price in Call of Duty Modern Warfare 4 teaser

[romanceslasher]

Price vs. Ghost Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 4

[icecoldvenipuncture]

Ghost, Graves, Price, Gaz, & König are all filthy perverts... cw's in order of appearance: porn watching, financial irresponsibility, custom dildo making, cum marking lite, obsessive behavior, excessive male masturbation, age gap, predatory behavior, power imbalance, toxic work environment, grooming, groping, public sex, abortion mention, briefly implied that one sexual partner is a minor, unsafe sex, no protection, creampies, impregnation, manipulation, lovebombing, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, pregnant sex, absent fatherism, sex tapes, cheating, big cock, size kink, emotional unavailability, hyperspermia, cum marking heavy, financial abuse mention, excessive cum, hella cum shot(s) ...and basically they are all terrible people who do bad things to get themselves off :)

Perv!Ghost who’s hopelessly in love with his favorite porn star. He won’t wank to anyone else's videos but hers and he must have sent her at least 100 grand in tips over the years. When she excitedly announces on her OnlyFans that she’s opened a P.O. box, he rushes to make her a hot pink dildo molded from his own cock and sends it to her with a ten-page love note that’s stained extensively with his cum. He nearly passes out when he gets the notification that she’s posted a new video using his cock. She rides it for twenty minutes straight, moaning his name and making comments about how big his cock is, how well it hits her g-spot. Ghost stays holed up in his room, replaying the video over and over and over again, stroking himself brainless. It isn’t until he nearly passes out from hunger that he emerges from his hedonistic hole; sticky, satisfied, and more obsessed with her than ever. He wolfs down three glasses of water and half a box of cold pizza from his fridge, takes the fastest piss of his life and heads straight back to his room to watch the video some more. He repeats this cycle until his balls are so pitifully empty that his last eight orgasms have been dry as a bone and his cock has literal fucking rope burn. Only then does he let himself sleep. He dreams of her.

Perv!Graves who exclusively hires incredibly young, attractive women to be his secretaries. Any resume that lists the woman's college graduation as being more than two years ago just ends up in the trash and they have to have an ass that makes his cock throb when they walk through his door to get hired. He always starts slow; lingering gazes, pats on the back that go on for just a few seconds too long, compliments uttered in that slow southern drawl that drips with lust he'd call them crazy for acknowledging. Then his hands start to wander and every door to every room she's ever in gets locked behind him. And before she knows it, the poor girl's on her knees, batting her pretty lashes up at him as she inhales his thick cock. Graves spends months bending her over his desk multiple times a day, spilling load after load inside her, slapping her ass after she redresses to continue her workday with his cum staining her panties. And then she either gets pregnant, gets smarter, or gets too old for him. So he shoves a few grand in cash at her, either for the abortion he insists that she's getting or as a severance package as he terminates her employment. And then it's on to the next. Shadow Company notices that each new girl keeps getting younger while their commander is getting greyer by the day. 24 then 22, then barely 20, then 19 and a half and now a new girl who stutters through every sentence and blushes when looked at. One of the guys gets brave enough to ask how old she is one day. Graves' response? "Old enough".

Perv!Price who has legitimately never worn a condom in his entire life. He's such a charmer that he somehow convinces women of all ages and backgrounds to let him paint their wombs with his seed. There is no greater adrenaline rush to a man who runs into active war zones for a living than receiving those coveted "I'm late" texts. Because it means John gets to watch a warm belly and a nice pair of tits swell as his flavor of the week carries his child to full term. He dotes on them like a husband, worshipping their pregnant bodies, consoling them through their raging hormones...until they give birth. Then he discards them; emotionally at least. John can count on one hand how many times he's seen each of the eight children he's fathered over the years. He has a lawyer on standby to sort out child support and after that, the mothers are on their own. John lives in a laughably tiny studio apartment and eats nothing but ramen and mozzarella cheese sticks when he's not on missions. 70% of his income goes to children he has no interest in raising and mothers he will never marry. But he doesn't care; he's got a sizable wank bank of every nude they ever sent him or sex tape they let him record, sorted by trimester. When he finally gets bored of cumming into his fist, he finds a new, slightly reckless woman to knock up over the course of a raunchy one night stand. He'll never be a father but goddamnit if he doesn't love breeding.

Perv!Gaz who isn't interested in pussy unless it belongs to someone else. Nothing gets his dick harder than the glint of a wedding ring in the low light of a bar. He doesn't want to be in love, he just wants to be the man that makes bored tradwives scream for him in the houses their husbands bought for them. So he spends every military leave with women who are good at lying and haven't been fucked properly in years. He loves to watch their jaws drop in time with his pants when they see his cock for the first time, realizing just how much bigger he is than whatever poor sod they married. He's down for any position, any role-play scenario, any fantasy and any toy, prop or costume, so long as they cum harder with him than with their husbands. And as soon as they start pulling off their rings before jumping into bed with him and cuddling him too tight through the afterglow? He's gone like he never existed. Because Gaz doesn't do emotional connections and he rejects love like it's a shot and he's an antivaxxer. He just wants his cum sliding down a woman's thighs while she makes up a story about her day to her clueless, limp-dicked husband.

Perv!König with hyperspermia who likes to drown all of his roommates' belongings in his cum. When she's at work, he jerks off in her room so he can blow his heavy load all over her fluffy comforters. Half her wardrobe have stiff white stains on them and he grins every time he notices that she's wearing one of his masterpieces because she didn't have time to wash it out. She never acknowledges his cum-marking tendencies because she pays a far lower portion of the rent than he does and she can't afford their apartment on her own. So she puts up with sticky couch cushions and semen on her toothbrush and catching an eyeful of König's vigorous masturbation sessions more times than she cares to recall. When he gets really bored, he buys a box of condoms and fills them all up for her, tying them off into round little cum balloons and leaving them on her pillow with sharpie hearts hastily drawn on. Sometimes she'll go to the bathroom and come back to the living room to find cum dripping down the walls, fresh and warm. König finishes into her food, onto her notebooks she needs for work, on the walls of her shower and, (one time), into her fucking AirPods case. Nothing is sacred, nothing is above being smothered in creamy König baby batter. He thinks it's only a matter of time until he wears her down enough to let him cum inside her. Then he'd really be marking his territory.

[bunnie-milk]

Puppy play with Simon ! tw: smut, dad kink, dry humping.

Simon sits down on the couch in a manspread position with his legs far apart and one hand resting on his meaty thigh. His gaze burned with intensity, eying you down as he licked his lips. His other hand holding a small piece of candy between his fingers, rolling it between his thick fingers.

"on your knees, puppy" His deep voice fills up the empty space between you two. You get on your knees without muttering a word, there's not much you can say— not when he has gagged your mouth with your panties.

He gives off a mocking smile as he looks down at you, fingers signaling you to crawl closer— treating you like his own pet. You stumbled on your knees, your arms tied behind on your back. "want your treat, huh?" He asked in a mock sympathetic tone while gripping the candy between his calloused finger pads, extending it forward in front of your eyes.

"too bad, you've been such a bad pup lately." He softens his voice as he pushes the candy back into his pocket."Tell me, do bad puppies deserve reward from their daddy?" He asks, rubbing down the metal ring on his finger. You eyes ranking down the movements of his fingers, the way he plays with his ring is making your lil cunt even more wet. You tilt your head up to look into his intense eyes and shake your head as a no.

"Exactly, At least your empty head knows something." He sighs like a tired dad. He leans back on the couch, weighing his piercing gaze on you. He pushes his boot forward between your thighs, right under your dripping pussy. "c'mon y'know what to do, pup" He speaks up. Meanwhile you give him that pout along with those doe eyes, thinking he'll not punish you anymore for how you messed up the whole kitchen area.

"Oh no no, 's not gonna work this time, lovie. You gonna hump my boot or I'll make you do it myself and trust me you wouldn't want that, mutt." He warned you, tapping the floor with his boot one more time. You sit down on it, wetness damping the laces as your clit rubs on the rough thread. Your hips move slowly, tears running down your cheek at the sensation. Redness cover your face and neck, the cloth in your mouth slickens with drool.

Meanwhile he doesn't even pays attention to your whimpers and whines or how you are trying your hardest to not cum all over his shoe. He takes a cig from the table, placing it between his fingers. He lights it up blowing smoke in your direction making your eyes burn and water up even more. After a good fifteen minutes, he finally pulls his leg back. He leans down, pulling the cloth from your mouth making you gasp and cough because of the smoke stirring in the air.

"shh.. shh.. you did so good puppy for someone whose brain can't even function without her daddy." He coos at you while patting your head with his hand. His other hand takes out the candy from his pocket, placing it on his palm before bringing it in front of your mouth. He looks down at the small piece of candy as he signals you to eat it. You lap up your tongue on his palm, licking up and chewing the candy between your teeth. "Now I'll give a lot more candies but you'll have to be a good puppy for dad, okay?" He says as he continues running his hand through your hair.

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