*bangs Fist On Table*I TOTALLY FUCKING AGREE!

*bangs fist on table* I TOTALLY FUCKING AGREE!

*bangs fist on table*

SIMON NEEDS READING GLASSES

If y'all want dividers lmk! <3

BARKS

Could I request baby fever with the boys over text? Either from reader or the boys.

after making this, i gotta do it the other way around like immediately

[ BABY FEVER ] 𝜗𝜚 the texts where you ask the CoD men to get you pregnant

𝜗𝜚 characters: simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, john price 𝜗𝜚 cw: allusions to smut (minors—DNI), mentions of birth control/IUD, talks of ripping out IUDs, breeding kink, reader is assumed female/afab

BABE. MAAM. LADY. OH MY GOODNESSSSSSS RAHHHHH I ATE THIS UP.

John Price x f!Reader - Daddy kink, age gap, corruption kink

John Price who’s convinced his best friend’s daughter is flirting with him :/

John wasn’t born yesterday. He sees the way you look at him, like you’re some young, dumb thing desperate for an older man to show you how it’s done. But you’re much too naïve to realize the mistake you’ve made inviting him into your bedroom.

The neighborhood barbecue seemed like a good enough place for you to dip your feet into the water, to test his patience and fish for some sort of reaction.

Your eyes linger on his hands when he uncorks a bottle of wine.

Your pulse races when he spreads his legs wider so that your knees touch under the table.

Your fingers fidget when you notice the bulge at the front of his jeans, desperate for something you couldn’t even put into words.

Lucky for you, you won’t have to.

He’d slip his fingers under the hem of your skirt before you’d even think of begging him to do it. He’d just pull the fabric of your panties to the side and expose you right then and there, deft fingers sticky with the slick that’s been leaking from your neglected pussy since the minute he walked in.

All the while, he holds a conversation with your father across the table. Deflowering his best friend’s only daughter with one hand, while he smokes a cigar with the other.

“J-John, I—“ you’d stutter, trying to keep up appearances.

“What? Need me to get ‘ya something, sweetheart?” He’d drawl, quirking his fingers against that one precious spot just so that he can watch the way you jump in your seat.

“I—I need…” you’d flush, sweating, “I need…more.”

John, well, he just smiles, pulling your panties back over your cunt, patting your covered pussy a few times before he stands from his chair.

“More to drink?” He lies, walking towards the house, “‘Course, darling. Thought I saw an extra pitcher back in the fridge…”

Your father’s so busy keeping up with his friends that he hardly notices when you leave a few minutes later. With all the commotion out in the garden, there’s no one in the house to eavesdrop…

Well, that, or see the way that John bends you over the counter in the kitchen, yanking your panties down around your knees just so he can get himself inside your sweet pussy all the faster.

“Fuck, love,” he grunts, wrenching a handful of your hair, “Keep moaning like that, ‘n your father’ll kick me out before we get to finish…”

The slapping of his hips echoes throughout the room, belt buckle jingling where it hangs from his belt loops.

“Mm—No, John—“ you squeal, standing on your tippy toes just to push your ass back up against him all the harder, “Daddy doesn’t know. He—he can’t know…”

“Mm—Fuck, but he will, baby,” John growls, “He fucking will.”

His chest flattens over your back, cock pulsing inside of you when you fall over the edge of another orgasm.

“‘Cause when I’m done with you,” the bristles of his beard tickle your ear as he whispers, “You won’t be callin’ him daddy no more. No.”

His hips push into you hard enough you swear you’ll be left with bruises when he finally fills you up…

“That’s what you’ll be callin’ me.”

Thank you @ghostsangel and everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!

COD P☆RN LINKS <3

Ghost: Exchanging photos with Simon

Letting Simon tie you up in your new fishnets

Simon sharing you with Price

trying anal for the first time

Gaz: Bending you over the couch after you pestered him the whole day

Blindfolding you while hitting it from the back Pumping you full with cum while you're face down ass up <3

Making you ride him in your new panties [which will be spoiled and ripped later <3] Fucking in the barracks König: Your thighs hurt but dw K can carry u :3 Fingering his tiny liebling Mating press into the couch Riding him in the backyard, hoping the neighbors wont see Hair pulling and breeding <3 Making you gag on his dick Price: Eating you out in the back cz he couldn't wait Tying his hair up so he can eat you out Using his big hands on his lovie <3 Price catching you using toys Be a good girl for daddy, wont you lovie? Whimper for me darlin'. Soap: He woke you up for this Harder? Wearing your favorite hoodie <3 Filling your cunt up nicely Right on the kitchen counter Making you squirt for him After date night

*gets the app immediately*

using something like the fetlife app because you've very specific kinks that you want fulfilled and know you're gonna get them without having to go through the awkward talking/explanation of it all in relationships and you get matched with someone who does everything you like and he's real close by, only to come face to mask with the mountain of a man you frequently see at the bar because you work it on the weekends as a favor to a friend.

(he's always left you feeling deeply unsettled, even though all he ever did was order more beer. even now, you feel as if you're walking on eggshells, air thick, heavy with tension, as you shake his paw of a hand and ask him his name.)

you decide to put your irrational fears aside (and send some friends your location) and let him take you back to his place where he goes down your humble little list and makes you pick one thingy out of it.

"this isn't a grocery list and i do nothin' for free. quid pro quo, pet."

the teeth marks he left on your neck throbs in sync with your heartbeat, the stickiness between your legs noticeable, bedsheets drenched, even though the night's just begun.

quid pro quo?

"a kink for a kink. now get up and sit tha' pretty cunt here," his fingers tapping his lips and chin. when you tell him you're not all that light, he laps at your pussy, tongue deliciously cruel as it flicks your clit until you forget why that was even something that mattered.

(the breeding kink was expected but how he had you ride him while he read the morning paper and only put it down to grab your face with his fingers, cheeks plumping with the pressure, as he purrs out if you're gonna make him a daddy was not.)