#cod ghosts

[yooo-lets-go]

Siblings

[shinoko-oshi]

Simon teaches you how to cum

One month into your relationship with Simon, he was set to leave on his first mission since you’d gotten together. It wasn’t a long, just a little over two weeks but the moment he mentioned it, your face dropped, and your fingers curled into the hem of your shirt.

He noticed. Of course he did.

That night, he handed you a small black box, thumb brushing over your knuckles when you took it with hesitant fingers. A vibrator.

“Figured you’d need somethin’ to keep busy while I’m gone,” he said, half teasing, though the look in his eyes was anything but light.

You only nodded, biting your lip, avoiding his gaze.

“What’s wrong, birdie?” he asked gently, tilting your chin up with the curve of his knuckle.

You hesitated, cheeks burning. “I’ve just… never made myself cum before.”

He stared at you for a second longer before standing up, pulling you with him, murmuring, “C’mon then. Let’s fix that.”

He positioned you in front of your bedroom mirror, body bare, knees weak, thighs trembling already just from the heat of his gaze. One of his hands held your jaw in place, fingers curled under your chin, forcing you to watch.

“Eyes open, love,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear.

“Want you to see how your body works, how it should be touched.”

His other hand moved between your thighs, fingers pressing slow circles into your clit. You whimpered, eyes fluttering, only for him to tighten his grip on your face.

“Watch,” he chuckled. “See that? That’s how you like it, yeah?”

His fingers sank into you slowly, then faster, curling just right. Over and over, until your knees buckled and your breath hitched sharp in your throat. And when you finally came, gasping against the glass, he kissed your shoulder and hummed, “That’s it, lovie. Just like that.”

You got up, staggering toward the bed, legs shaking, ready to collapse into the mattress.

But Simon caught your wrist and gently tugged you back.

“Where you goin’, birdie?” he asked with a light chuckle. “I still gotta teach you how to cum on a vibrator.”

He guided you back down, spreading your legs, eyes wide as he held the toy up, his smirk lazy heavy with promise.

Maybe you really did need the lesson.

Or maybe Simon just had a thing for mirror sex.

Maybe Simon just loved his birdie too much and the thought of being away from you already ached more than he’d admit.

Either way, you weren’t getting any sleep that night.

Shit post.

[manicrouge]

cw: slightly toxic dynamic, shameless smut, pussy pronouns (not personified pussy, thank you tojisteddy for teaching me that), possessive sex, implied age gap (reader mid-20s, Keegan mid-40s), sorta public sex, mirror sex, dumbification

Dilf!Keegan who's a munch. That man will not come away from that sweet little pussy of yours; he'll eat you until you're crying, until you're squirming and trying to push him away because you're just so sensitive. And he'll coo at you, pulling away, mouth covered in you, "Aw, I know, princess, Too much for you, isn't it?" His sympathy is all a fad because he'll grin and say, "I'm not fuckin' done eating," before dipping his head back between yours thighs and lapping at your clit like a thirsty mutt.

Dilf!Keegan who still makes a point to make sure you know that your pussy isn't yours. No, he'll reiterate it until he's blue in the face: she's mine; I'm the one who has her gushin', I'm the only one who knows how to please her. Not you and definitely no other man, you hear that, baby? And when you nod in response, too fucked out to give him a proper answer, he'll bark out a laugh, "That's fuckin' right, princess."

Dilf!Keegan who has no issue threatening other men. He sees someone talking to you when you're out for dinner?

He'll be running before he even has the opportunity to ask you a question. A waiter being too nice to you in the restaurant? He's got a hand on your wrist and is pulling you to the nearest bathroom and fucking you there and then. He'll have you in front of the mirror, salt-and pepper fringe hanging in his face as he thrusts into your cunt, hand wrapped around your throat, forcing you to look at yourself. "He couldn't make your little cunt cream round his cock, could he? No, he fuckin' couldn't; she needs me. My cock. No one else's. Fuuuuccckkk, that it's it, baby girl, cream all my thick fuckin' cock, fuck, you messy fuckin' girl"

And when you limp out of the bathroom afterwards, he grins to himself when the waiter can't even look you in the eye.

[brainlice]

Compiling some cod drawings

Edit: I forgot to add these teehee (*^o^*)

[faustianblank]

Y/n sat on the floor near the barracks common room, petting one of the base dogs. A big German shepherd sprawled across their lap, tail thumping lazily.

Y/n: (soft tone) “Who’s my good boy? Hm? You’re my good boy~”

Everyone else in the room Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost froze mid-conversation.

Soap blinked. Gaz glanced up from his phone. Price looked up from his paperwork. Even Ghost paused mid-cleaning his rifle.

For a solid two seconds, the entire room thought the same thing but didn’t dare say it out loud:

“Me.”

Then the shepherd barked happily, snapping them out of it.

Soap: (mutters) “Lucky bastard.”

Gaz: (gruffly) “Get a grip, MacTavish.”

Price: “Not gonna lie, thought y/n was talkin’ to me for a sec.”

Ghost: (under his breath) “Wasn’t talkin’ to you.”

Y/n, completely oblivious, just smiled and kept scratching behind the dog’s ears.

“Good boy.”

And once again…

Everyone else looked away, pretending they weren’t a little bit jealous.

[tojisteddy]

Keegan P. Russ, who fucks up into you when your overstimulated.

And it’s cynical the way this man will see you sobbing while you ride him till you can even feel your legs, moaning for a break while your hands lay flat on his broad chest, stilling yourself after you’d soaked Keegan with your slick down to his thighs. But there’s no way you’re stopping.

At least when Keegan knows he can draw a few more orgasms out of you.

The only way out is through, right?

So he rams up into you, his hand coming down to give your ass a nice smack.

“Kee-“ you keen, eyes squeezing shut as rails into you, each thrust into your gushing walls hits your g-spot perfectly.

“Kee, Daddy, Kee—” the older man mocks, snarkly chuckling at you, “What else can you say babydoll? Isn’t it soooo much baby?” He purrs in your ear, holding onto the mounds of your ass in each hand, ramming you back down on him.

“It’s- hnngh- it’s much- so much Daddy.” You hiccup.

“I knoooow kid it’s a lot, you can take it though. You love how I split you open, shit- fuck you just how you want,” he croons, licking at your arm making a shiver shoot up your arm.

You topple over on Keegan, slapping at his arm, head falling to his shoulder as he fucks you dumber than ever before. The only thing you can manage are gasps, hes fucking you hard, deep into your spongy walls.

“Baby girl, I know you didn’t pass out on me.”

Your brain might have spilled out, your sob that leaves your lips is irrupt while you cum, your entire body shaking down to your cunt. Creaming his large cock completely with every clench. He takes you in his arms as the euphoria washes over you, body limp as he sits the both of you.

“So fuckin pretty,” he mumbles at the state you’ve left his dick. White at the base of his cock and sloppy wetness where you two are connected. Keegan fuckin loves it. Needs it ingrained in his brain.

“Fuck baby, need you to cream all over Dad again. You can do it again, right doll?”

a/n: I got a lot of requests for Keegan smut, so this is that. Who else has been victimized from tojisteddy sliding in icky daddy kink in her work? I have 🙋🏾

[the-palelady]

simon deserves a quiet, loving marriage.

after everything the man has been through he deserves someone that loves him the right way. someone who sees past the flaws, the scars, the darkness that has embedded itself into his mind.

words of affirmation don’t have to be spoken to one another. the two of you just know how the other feels just through their actions or even just the look on their face, the glint of light behind the others eyes as your gazes meet.

he makes you laugh with his occasional morbid jokes or jokes that most wouldn’t find funny, and in return you do the same for him. your laughter is contagious to him. it makes the corners of his lips twitch into a smile that makes your heart beat just a bit faster. has your face brightening in a way that has him asking, “y’alright, love?”

you both meet each other in the middle. not everything is thrown onto one person: laundry, the dishes, you name it. you and simon help each other, work as a team because that’s what partners do. nothing is ever done alone.

he loves the stories about your day no matter how minuscule they may seem to you. they are everything to him. he loves the crinkle at the edges of your eyes when you have a bright smile spreading wide across your face. he loves your mind, how intelligent you are, how you help remind him of things that he so easily forgets.

but most of all he loves how gentle you are. and he’ll always feel like he doesn’t deserve it. he’s a bad man isn’t he? he’s taken the lives of countless people and yet here you are preparing the man a plate full of your amazing food, warming his bed, and standing with that sparkle in your eyes by the front door when he comes home.

those tendrils that sit in waiting at the back of his mind slowly creep in every so often and it’s like you can see them with those sharp, knowing eyes of yours. the second you spot them you’re shooing them away with a kiss to his brow bone, nuzzling just a bit closer to him in bed until it feels like he might consume you whole with how big he is.

when you finally relax into him, your lips pressed against his temple, he just barely makes out, “everything will be alright.”

and he knows then and there that he does deserve you, that he does deserve your laughter, your smiles, the warmth you bring him, and your kindness.

simon knows everything will be alright because he has you.