#cod drabble

How the COD squad would handle your bday:

Ghost(NSFW) • Soap(SFW) • Gaz(SFW) • Price(SFW) • Laswell(SFW)

He moves through the streets in total silence, people holding their breath as he passes.

He is on the hunt for something, or someone. For all you know, he might be looking for you and you will never see the sun again, because his mission objective might be to kill you. Or maybe you will be collateral, a mere footnote later on.

soap & gaz definitely just hang around you, asking you for advice on the best stretches for their tight hamstrings. or lie that they’re cramping up in the middle of a game and only you can get that knot in their thigh out.

soap is shameless and lets out guttural groans and moans as you tend to him. gaz grunts and tries to flirt with you through clenched teeth and you just shush him and tell him to count. price tries to tell you how to do your job and you trigger press on one of the knots in his calf to shut him up. ghost is completely quiet, for the most part. but he does let out a small giggle when you press your elbow to his glute to relieve his hip pain…

Taglist: @pickles-the-jackalope here you go! I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you were looking for lol I rambled <3

John Price. Ahhh, the man that he is. Delicious in his stature, his muscle, that face of his...

He's got all the makings of a strong, well-to-do man. True traditionalists' dreams. A natural flirt, a polite smile with a hint of gruffness that comes with getting older, and that experienced gleam in his eyes.

Of course, people drool over him. At pubs, it's only natural. In his own hometown, it's as common as going to church on sundays.

And I've been thinking, as I usually do. Selfishly🥰 Don't you think bringing a man like that to his knees. Pleading for you, aching for you, would be absolutely delightful?

John Price, this amazing man that so many seem to admire, practically falls at your feet. He wants you. He needs you. But he never touches without permission. Never comes close without asking. He's all yours to control, and isn't that just... wonderful?

Those experienced, aged eyes of his. To you, they're always so needy, begging so playfully. They're kind and adorable. And they look even cuter when they're filled with that kind of neediness you only see in puppies who want affection all the time.

Can't you imagine tearing him down? Bringing him to his weakest underneath you until that charming confidence of his absolutely crumbles underneath your touch?

Aww, he'd be so cute. Begging for your cock, crying out when you give it to him. He'd be flat on his stomach, digging his fingers into the cushioned mattress underneath him.

Imagine him grabbing at anything around him, anything that'll give him some balance, and you reach between him and the bedsheets to stroke his cock with each thrust.

He'd beg and cry and plead so pitifully. This beautiful man reduced to an absolute mess beneath you. You pull him up by his side just enough for him to grip onto the headboard as you keep going. The changed angle lets you move your hips just so, until your cock is nudging his prostate just how he likes it. Fuck I wanna see him drool about it, thighs shaking, moans getting louder, all the while he's trying his hardest not to lose strength in his muscles and collapse underneath you again.

You both have been doing this long enough, maybe early to late twenties. You know everything there is to know about him. But this twisted delight, this curl of pleasure at seeing this seemingly spectacular man break so easily under your touch never stops being so fucking delicious.

God. He's always deserved to be like this. And he's so careful to hide it. But this man is absolutely smitten for you.

You place a gentle kiss on the back of his neck before increasing the pace. With a tight grip onto his hips, you start ploughing into him with just enough of a cant in your hips to hit that spot inside him that makes him weak.

And weak he gets, immediately begging and crying for you to keep going. "Hah!" He's just so cute like this. "Fuck don't stop don't stop! Please please please– Like tha' that's– oh fuck!"

He sounds so good like this. You can't help it when the urge inside you takes over. You reach one hand over his stomach and drag your palm up to his chest, your thumb and pointer finger teasing his nipple. You tweak and pinch the small bud until it starts to harden, and you start tugging and circling the sensitive skin.

Tears cling to the corners of his eyes. You bite your lip as you feel a tightening in your belly. Your hand lowers to his cock to quickly jerk him off, your own moans getting louder as you start to pull him with your own thrusts.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin are just barely drowned out by Price's hurried gasps. He's only got your name on his tongue now, and it's the sweetest thing you've heard.

"Oh love please!" Price gasps, his cock twitching in your palm as cum shoots out in strips onto the mattress beneath you two. His cum stains the bedsheets and you slow down enough for him to whine.

You gently turn him to face you and slide back in, watching his expression contort. His hands grab onto your arms for balance.

Tonight was going to be a long night.

Fuck fuck fuck FUCK THIS IS SO GOOD.

Just imagine John Price. This mean old man, dependable and reliable in every way he needs to be as a Captain of his own Task Force, on his knees. Grabbing at your thighs the second he's past the door to your shared home, or wait wait- even better, his office.

He's already on his knees, staring up at you with an almost pitiful expression. Fuuucckkk imagine the look in his eyes, that man has the makings of a dog I'd love to train I just KNOW it.

Ooh he'd beg so pitifully. Practically tearing at your clothes to get between your thighs. "Please darling– love just let me taste you! Fuck– I need to taste that cock, c'mon sweetheart don't hide 'im from me." He's practically drooling by the time he's got his fist around the damn thing.

He's suckling the tip, licking at your sack, mmm shit he's absolutely murmuring the most filthy thank-you's as he's got your cock in his mouth. His cheeks hollowing as he stares up at you so pitifully.

Yeah this man needs to be on his knees. Maybe get him a little pillow cuz' he's got those old man joints and can't put so much pressure on them anymore, a filthy adorable dog.

Oh! Get him a collar and everything with millitary print and his title "Captain" in cursive text. Awwww the 'Captain' with a cute little collar and his cute little title of authority needs cock sooo badly?

Ugh that man has the kind of face you just KNOW was infamous in clubs back in the day because of his game. He FUCKS and you can't tell me otherwise. Oh and he absolutely loves being a switch because playing around with authority and all that jazz, must feel good to hand over the reigns once in a while.

Yeahhh put him on his knees and give him a cock to suck on. He absolutely needs it.🤭

Oh, but his sweet Hen, his sweet girl coming and visiting him in the hospital was just purely beautiful. Seeing you, feeling your hand in his all the while he's drugged out of his mind on pain medication. The soft glow of the hospital light above you, almost like a halo.

His angel, his sweet Hen.

Of course, his sweet Hen also gives the most beautiful shows. The second he was settled in at home, he was grabbing at your ass and thighs, mouthing at your wrist and neck, begging for you. He nearly died, can't a man wish for a good fuck?

He groaned, hands grasping at the fat on your hips as you bounced on his cock, a feverish heat running up his neck as he watched you. All flushed and fucked out, mouth hanging open as you moaned and rolled those pretty hips for him.

"Och, pretty girl f'me hen... missed seein' ye bounce f'me." He groaned, rolling his hips, fingers digging into your flesh. The soft velvet heat of your cunt squeezing his cock nearly sent him over the edge as he choked out another groan and tilted his head back.

🔹(Adler x Reader) short drabble🔹

The room was filled with the faint, delicate scent of lavender and rosemary.

In sharp contrast, the acrid, bitter smell of cigarette smoke lingered, accompanied by the occasional sound of a man's deep, heavy breaths. In this peculiar space where toxicity and nature coexisted, the low, trembling voice of someone haunted by nightmares drifted through the air.

Johnny walks in on you harming

Guys im so bad at wrighting and only one this in like 10 mins but we love projecting