#cod oneshot

johnny thoughts because I’ve been missing his silly ass recently. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

warnings !! - smut mentions, fluff, domestic fluff, little mention of soap x ghost x reader if you squint

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johnny is like a bad ass dog. he needs enrichment. he needs attention. he needs to be ran around the backyard before bed so that he actually sleeps at night.

being his girl is so easygoing. as long as you find something for him to do, you practically have the whole morning to yourself. just requires draining his balls at the end of the day, satisfy him like the animal he is.

but the most fun is bringing him to the beach; that’s when you truly get to spread out and relax, with or without friends. you do have to provide him with at least some sort of entertainment, but it doesn’t take much. a cheap bucket and a shovel, all it took to make him turn into a happy little kid again.

runs around for about an hour, only to settle down and finally decide on dedicating his time to building a massive sand castle. waits for you to go into the water with him; just like a good dog. but then after that— its free range. drowns himself like a rat, doesn’t bother to put on sunscreen at all either, so you can see the burn settling in on his skin.

he’ll come in to eat, shoving it into his mouth whole practically, inhaling like a damn vacuum before giving you kisses all around the face. then its right back to the beach grind.

just don’t take your eyes off him for too long; he’ll wander and start making friends with the random guys drinking beer and playing football. you’ll have to bring simon next time.

warnings !! - smut, body description, pure sexualization, mention of sexual conquest

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könig is an uncut king. idgaf what anyone says.

the size of his body in general is already a problem, you can’t possibly imagine how his mother lived through the birth. the relief must’ve been the best feeling in the world, not having to carry such a huge baby. but now she was letting that menace run out into the real world, practically terrorizing men and women alike on the field.

but but but— this is about his cock.

uncut. freakishly large, curving to the left when hard— hanging even heavier when soft. balls made for breeding. swear, if he was alive a VERY long time ago, the roman’s would’ve grabbed his ass and used him for sexual conquest. would’ve been the pride of a germanic tribe, not some socially anxious freak.

likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated !!

more disgusting könig ꨄ︎

warnings !! - one night stands. perverted!könig. fem!reader.

guys i’m getting back to writing trust, i just took a break yesterday and then played cod all day today so im könig pilled

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könig the type of man to go farther than snagging a pair of your underwear after a one night stand; no, no, he’s far worse than that. he’s the type of man to cut a little strand of a girl’s hair off before he leaves.

so fucked up and perverted; can’t even help himself. especially if its long, reaching down your back, long hair was his favorite…

also loved the way girl’s hair wash smelt, that alone was enough to bring him over the edge. which is why he kept those strands— tying them with little strings he kept around to repair his bracelet when needed. only kept the bundles until the nice smell wore off, clutching the strands in his fist while he jerked off— trying to remember the little quickie your too shared.

there was also a possession factor in it, knowing that he kept all thee trophies from all these different girls. but yours… by far his favorite.

he’s so disgusting ꨄ︎

opening bottles with belt buckles

warnings !! - fem!reader. smut. 18+. fluff. cowboy!simon riley. farmer!simon riley. farm life.

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thinking about cowboy!simon riley and his favorite girl. thinking about how he just saw you one day, walking down the little dirt path of his farm, talking to the cows and their babies like they could truly understand you. it was then simon knew he needed to have you, such a sweet little thing.

taught you everything you needed to know about the farm as soon as he got you. because simon knew that you’d be his, was just a matter of when you figured it out.

in a matter of months you knew how to tend to the animals, especially the horses, it was like you could speak a language to them that simon never knew how to. quickly; you became their favorite person. even simon’s favorite horse, the one he’s had since a foal! broke that wild horse in himself and everything. yet the strong beast became a baby whenever you stepped into the barn.

but who could ever deny the imagine of you on a warm afternoon, sun setting behind you, absolutely glowing in the golden sun light. a little wicker basket in hand full of mixed seeds, leading the little chickens and ducks back to their coops.

it was the only thing simon ever needed in his life.

and at the end of the day, when you were all ready for bed and the logs in the fireplace turned to nothing but burning embers; he finally got to settle down with you in his arms. grabbing a nice cold beer from the fridge, you walked into the living room; slippers scuffing on the ground as you went. it was a routine, your routine. and a home of your own.

nights like this were very calm, intimate and soft between you two. until simon grabbed the beer from you, cracking it open on his huge belt buckle right in front of you. really, how could he? when you were already in your bedtime stuff? how rude could simon get?

the reaction it got from you never changed. made you ravenous, like you just wanted to climb on top of simon and ride him in your skimpy nightgown. keep riding him well after he came, making the both of you a mess with his seed, fucking yourself on his frothy cock until he was begging you to stop. after all; you were his pretty girl, right? you should be able to take all you wanted from him.

so— you did. got right down on your knees between his, letting him slouch as much as he wanted, beer in hand as he watched you through heavy lidded eyes. let you satisfy your fixation with having a cock in your mouth, moaning at the heaviness as soon as he slapped it on your tongue.

for the rest of those hours of relaxation before bed, you happily sat between simon’s knees, letting him caress you in any way he wanted as you warmed him with your mouth; drooling down your chin and onto your chest. kept him nice and hard until you both got to bed, where he easily sank into your needy cunt, trying not to thrust into you warm walls while you got comfortable against him.

and because he loved you so fuckin’ much and couldn’t possibly hold himself back, especially while he was asleep, you always woke up with your pussy full of cum— running through your folds and down your thigh. a reminder that he wanted you much more carnally than he let on;

a reminder to come running out into the field as soon as you woke up so simon can fill you back up again in the field of your favorite flowers.

warnings !! - cnc. dubcon. smut. 18+. rough sex. bdsm. mental illness. comic!simon riley. equally fucked up!reader. various kinks being explored. dark fantasies. dead dove themes.

this photo but its simon “i do horrible things, to women. and i like it” riley. who gets awfully nauseous every time he has sex with you. he just can’t help but to act out those horrible fantasies with you.

he’s always tried to suppress that dark part of him. keep it away from everyone, but especially you; for a time. but don’t get him wrong— it was extremely difficult.

when he first met you, it took everything inside him not to follow you home that same night. it was just a first date, if you could really call it that. he took you out for a coffee in the morning, and brought you home by afternoon. he thought about it. really, really thought about it.

it would’ve been easy. the sun was out so you had your windows open, and the neighbors were either all at work or out enjoying themselves. he easily could have climbed through one of those open windows, or bet on the fact that you hadn’t locked your door just yet. but he drove away; simon knew these thoughts were wrong. and he wouldn’t let them over come him.

the months went on though, you got to know each other, got to love each other— as much as simon could express. you learned to deal with his work, did your best to always understand where he was coming from and how his experiences shaped him. really, you were doing all you could do with a man like simon riley.

you could just… tell something was wrong though. he let you in on most of his history, his illnesses, trying to warn you on whatever the fuck was wrong with him. it was just very obvious he was dancing around another topic, you weren’t dumb, you also didn’t want to push him too far. simon is the type of man to tell you when he’s ready exactly when he is, never stalls, never waits to speak.

and while he can’t let this… secret out, the sex is very restrained. he was always very quick with it, only ever taking you in bed on your back— so he could hold you and sloppily kiss you. that wasn’t the problem— the problem was he always looked oddly uncomfortable. eyebrows knitted together, jaw clenching like it did when he was upset. always came so quickly too.

the aftercare was awkward; like he didn’t know what to do. he wanted to hold you, so, so bad. but every time he looked at you, he also got the need to see how you looked when you cried. wondered how long it would take to make you, who trusted simon so blindly, scared of him. the only time he’s ever seen you cry was during a movie; and like a creep he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

burning that image into his head, not even just to please himself but to replay over and over again— putting you in different scenarios. the sound of your sniffles was gradually becoming boring, the motivation to give you other reasons to cry (harder) over.

on your end— the sex got so agonizingly boring that you had to bring it up to simon. something had to change, and you were honestly sick of faking orgasms. so when you told him all of the degrading things you wanted him to do to you; simon was sure he was going to marry you (and that scared him).

suddenly; both of you are getting satisfied in your own weird, little fucked up ways. the favorite scenario between you two was simon finally getting to play out his stalking fantasy. you taking little to no convincing to leave your doors unlocked at night, letting yourself fully fall asleep so that when simon came in— the scare was truly in your bones for a moment.

it only fueled the sex. suddenly, simon was ruining you. taking you on your knees, bent over in public spaces, even chased you down through the woods and tied you up.

made you truly scream that time, throwing your legs over his shoulders did nothing because each thrust just made you jostle around— digging your back deeper into the mud. had to lift your ass up to bury his cock in deeper, holding you there as he spilt his seed deep into your core— hand smothering over your mouth when you began to complain about his lack of condom.

and then there’s the basement scenario. where he keeps you there only for a night (because otherwise he begins to miss you too much), and uses you whenever he pleases. rolling you over into the hard concrete, scuffing up your knees and elbows till they were raw. left handprints on your ass so red and purple he was sure they might never fade.

and the absolute best part about it? the sickening smile on your teary eyed face— plus the way you’d get down lower and spread your legs further.

this photo but its fem!reader and price !!!

tags !! - smut. 18+. subspace. dom!price. smoking mention. age gap. bdsm relationship.

just thinking about how price would love a cute little thing to keep at home, already on her knees the moment his keys jingle in the door. gosh he loves when you act like such a good girl, all he ever wants to do is praise you and love on you.

loves to caress your head, especially when you have it on his lap or leaning on his leg. his favorite activities include having a nice cigar, something to watch, and his pretty girl on his lap. even bounces his knee under you just to get ya’ going.

he knows exactly what you need; always tending to your needs, ready to give you the world at the drop of a hat. also knows that you need structure, rules, a schedule to follow. he made himself a warm embrace you could just melt into, turn your brain off, become nothing more than his girl. let him decide what you need; always made everything so much easier.

and when it comes to sex ?? don’t even have to worry anymore if you’re gonna get aftercare. after all these young men, you might as well be traumatized. but price… oh price (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

aftercare was always the best, and might as well been built into the sex. so gentle as he walked you up to your boundaries, keeping you there till you whined from overstimulation, talking you through it all.

“oh m’sweet girl,” always spoke to you so softly during sex, always having to mumble against your lips because all he wanted to do was kiss you. “i know it hurts baby, jus’ a little longer..” “doin’ so good love, doin’ exactly what you’re made for..”

and and, because he’s a man— even smokes while he’s balls deep in your cunt, preferring to take you on your knees so he can lean over and reach the ashtray.

Before I begin, I was wondering if I could ask you of something.

Now, do tell me if you are uncomfortable with this idea, but I’d like it very much if you could ask me to write something in return. If willing, I am very much open to whatever request you have in mind—it’ll help me out of my current writer’s block. It seemed only right that for someone flooded with requests, you could make a request of your own as well—however gratuitous.

Anywho,

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A month into their relationship, a bratty reader decides to learn German. However, instead of learning proper sentence structure and common phrases, they decide to learn curse words and vulgar phrases—you know, to spite Konig once in a while, get a rise out of him.

Of course, after coming home from a long and exhausting mission, Konig is not tolerating their dirty mouth. So, he decides to… wash their mouth… with his own kind of soap, make sure their mouth is too full of him so he doesn’t have to hear another pathetic utterance.

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hiii my lovely ❔anon ! i miss you so much… come back.. anyways bad german bc i never finished my lessons in school.

tags ! - german language. smut. 18+. choking. oral sex. dirty talk. dubcon. perverted!könig

könig, who’s already been literally and figuratively dragged through the mud for months on end, rammed countless doors down and fired about a thousand bullets; was on edge from the moment he walked into the door.

he dropped his huge, dark duffel bag onto the ground, everything inside heavily slamming against the door. your own alarm for his arrival. a warning of how he was feeling. it was the small things you picked up on when it came to könig, and this was one of those details.

the dramatic bag drop. always means something, depending on how hard it hits the ground. not that könig took anything out on you, at least outside of the bedroom, but it was good to know what mood he was in. made you feel ready.

as usual, you greeted him in the doorway, under the little arch before the hallway came out into the main living room. good place to keep könig’s work boots, kept all the dirt from spreading. his towering frame stood in the doorway still, leaning on the wall as he unlaced his boots. when he made eye contact with you; he spoke.

in full, fluent, incomprehensible German. he spoke fast, obviously ranting and raving about something that happened during his day. you knew why too, he expected you to be learning. it was the one request he had. something you could respect enough to follow and take up.

and you did; except…. German was really fucking difficult. in the beginning it was pretty easy to understand, but könig had expected you to learn the ins and outs of the language. what was proper, what was casual, how to structure your own sentences and not follow a baseline. and you just couldn’t seem to remember anything.

that; and trying to speak it in front of könig was the worst! always teasing you when you got something wrong, or took to long to articulate your words. loved to look at you like you had two heads whenever you completely butchered the words.

at his worst; he straight up ignored you until you spoke German.

it started to get drilled into you; but even then— it was only the curse words. the phrases that könig would mumble under his breath, whether he was focusing on something or lost in his own head. little words you picked up whenever he was close, arms wrapped around you like you were a lifeline, eyes screwed tightly shut with his forehead pressed against yours.

this time you truly had nothing to say back to him; you genuinely had no clue what he said. it was too quick; and you were too caught up in running excuses through your head.

“hallo? ergibt das alles irgendeinen sinn?” könig picked his head up to look over his shoulder, last boot to come off dropping to the floor a little menacingly. you knew the last thing he needed right now was to confuse himself even more by trying to talk in english.

he raised his eyebrows at you dramatically, palms opening beside him— head tilting like he was trying to listen better. “hast du etwas dazu zu sagen?”

“will you be mad at me if i’m honest?” you spoke hesitantly. he could never be mad at you fully, you knew that, but disappointment was worse.

“gibst du dir überhaupt mühe? Ich schwöre, so schwer ist das doch gar nicht” he started to do that thing; the weird stalking thing he liked to do when he was messing with you. skillfully placing each foot im front of the other, walking on the sides of his soles so the floorboards didn’t make a sound.

usually; it was fun. attractive even, playing around like that before getting the best dick of your life. but right now it was a bit creepy, maybe even a little annoying. because you were trying to! hard! but sometimes könig liked to diminish that. he was just a big, dramatic man.

“i’ve been… working on it!” you backed up a bit, fully ready to take the routine run up the stairs and into the bedroom. did it many times, granted under more… exciting circumstances, but still. the exact steps to jump over to get the advantage over könig was engraved into your skull.

“hav’ you been? truly?” könig’s tongue curled thickly around his accent, brain working overtime to make sense for you.

you were silent for a bit, choosing your next few words very carefully. könig took one last little step, eyes narrowing in on yours; a ghost of a smirk on his face because he already knew the answer.

in what seemed like an instant— könig was wrapping around you. grabbing your arms and folding them into your chest, keeping you tight against his chest, hips pressing right into you as you bent and twisted to try to get away. lifted you right up off the ground when you kicked too much for his liking, making way for the staircase. took him a bit to get to the top, with all that fighting you were doing, had to catch himself on the wall a couple times so you both didn’t fall back.

könig had to lightly kick the door open seeming that his hands were occupied, shutting it behind him with the same foot after letting you fall to the ground. giving you exactly what you wanted with all that fussing.

the idea of trying to scramble to your feet was put out immediately when you felt two heavy legs on either side of you, sitting back on your knees being the only comfortable position you were allowed once his stance got less wide. squishing your shoulders with his tense muscles.

“so ein nerviges kleines ding.” he began to undo his heavy belt buckle, letting the metal dangle above your head, the jingling sound taunting you with what was about to come. not that you didn’t feel excited; you did. but könig… so fucking thick, and your mouth was only so big…

“think i may know a remedy to such bad work ethic…” he pulled himself out of his boxers, zipper hanging low enough for the front of his pants to hang open. out of pure submission you lifted your head up, chin held extra high to look past his cock and into his eyes. knew that always broke him; at least a little.

“awh… schau dir das an” he chuckled in a low voice, chest rumbling with excitement— all puffed out with pride. slapped the tip of his cock on your face, laying it flat on your nose and forehead. “now all a’ sudden you wanna be so good…”

“könig-” he dropped his dick down onto your face again, tapping the tip on your mouth to get you to stop talking.

“jus’ be quiet an’ take it, öffnen” he prodded at your lips with his tip, running himself along your lips and slowly forcing your mouth open with his fingers— shoving himself inside the empty space. it made your lips stretch even with his fingers as support, felt like the corners of your mouth were tearing.

made you take him all the way down your throat, nose pressed against his navel, hands coming up to grip at the front of his pants while you choked and cried. drooling running down your chin heavily in only a couple seconds. made you sit there just for a bit— warming his cock up, letting him get fully hard inside your mouth.

finally pulled your head off him by your hair, gripping the thick strands tightly in his fist before he was able to comfortably grab you with both hands. fingers almost meeting as he held your head like a handball. you braced yourself, jaw hinged completely open, slack and waiting for könig.

finally, you felt the heavy weight of him on your tongue, slowly sliding deeper into your throat, feeing like he was stretching it out as he went. it took everything in you not to choke and throw up, mind focused on breathing in through your nose, then out slowly. it was a routine you usually needed, but now you felt a little overwhelmed— yearning for a more softer könig. a more forgiving version of him.

even if you felt the excitement run through your legs, making you shiver around könig’s cock— ruining your rhythm of breathing. it made you panic for a moment, hand lightly pounding on his thigh.

“shh, shh, Süße, bein’ so good for me.. almost all the way..” könig didn’t steady his speed, just kept going until he was sheathed fully inside your throat— feeling the way your breath fanned across his abdomen.

he just stood there and let your warm, tight body satisfy him. throbbing, syncing with your own heartbeat— making him feel all love sick and disgustingly obsessed. because of course only your heart would sync with the pulses of his cock.

made him pick up the pace faster than he would have liked, felt too good to keep still, wanted to feel the way your jaw would eventually get tired— teeth starting to graze against him ever so slightly. just to get you to that point, könig angled his hips sharper, holding his hands tighter around your head— drawing you back only to meet you halfway with his hips when he rammed himself back in.

fucked your face so hard that snot started to run from your nose, mixing with all that drool and just making a total mess out of his beautiful love. the look on your face only had könig picking up the pace, hips getting more heavy— thrusting harsher, shoving your face further and further each time. “komm schon, baby.” “takin’ it s’good f’me.. break this little mouth s’you know how it feels…”

wasn’t long before he was shooting cum down your throat, pulling out mid orgasm so he piped your mouth full of seed. when you tried to spit it out, already choking and tearing up, könig just placed his fingers under your chin— pushing up. making sure your jaw stayed tightly sealed.

“behalte es im mund.” “die eine oder andere lektion lernen”

worst part is— you still didn’t know what he was saying.

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so this is my first time to ask EVER, kinda nervous shsjsj. english is not my first language and i was just thinking, what would simon do if reader is not from english speaker country? i was thinking maybe he would be kinda mean in bed cause his lil gf is so dumb couldnt understand what he was saying to her (not her fault tho, his accent is so thick help)

i think thats all from me so THANKYOUU AND HAVE A GOOD DAYYY 💗💗💗

HII MY LOVE !! finally answering this beautiful ask !! sorry it took so long ᥫ᭡.

tags !! - smut. nonenglishspeaker!reader. rough sex. raw sex. taunting/condescending dirty talk. choking. bent-over-table. fem!reader. praise. reader!multiorgasm.

“what was that, lovie?” simon had you bent over the table pretty embarrassingly, legs spread wide out, palms spread out wider on the wooden table just to keep you stable. his hand was wrapped around your neck, not too harshly, but enough pressure was applied to make your head feel all fuzzy. his middle finger and thumb almost touching, “couldn’t quite unda’stand ya there, sounded a’ bit silly”

you whined underneath him, trying to breathe around his thick cock that was pushing into you raw, trying so badly to talk to him in a way he could understand. but every time you think you had it, simon would just buck his hips deeper, nails now clawing at the glossy table.

“thought maybe ya’ stuck to those lessons? or do i need ta’do some reinforcement?” he buried himself to the hilt, letting your body spasm around him as it tried to relax enough to fit him.

you went to speak again; tell him to slow down— pull out at least ! but every time you tried to speak english fluently, you always got a little jumbled up. “awh baby, i know it’s hard, but i’mma need more effort than that…”

he pulled back to bring you some relief, motivating you to take a deep breath and try to realign your thoughts. “si’mon…” you pathetically tried to mumble his name, always settling for the very simple ‘si’ or just screaming his name in your native language.

it always did something for him; but he wanted to hear his name. even if it was stumbled through, as long as it came from those lips. if his lovie at least tried, he’d be happy.

“oh; such a good girl, aren’t ch’ya? now let’s try ‘n string together a few more words” suddenly your jaw was hanging open, lips being pulled apart; stinging slightly as simon shoved his fingers deep into your mouth.

you drooled around his thick fingers, still dirty from work, tasting of salt and metal. it made you whine even more pathetically, pussy pushing back against him, only burying simon deeper. there was literally no escaping him. “com’on sweet thing, wanna hear you sing for me”

“can’ si” you were drooling down your chin at this point, not even making sense when you tried to speak, brain melting with every agonizingly long pull and thrust of simon’s cock. you could feel the drag against your walls, pussy still fluttering and sucking him in despite how tight you were. “can barely even keep my cock in’ya baby.. like she’s pushin’ me out”

took you so long to form a coherent sentence, pussy was frothing all up on simon’s cock, multiple orgasms pulled out of you while he stayed completely intact. not even a hint of wanting to break and give in on his face. the sentence that you barely got out was along the lines of “plea’s si’mon.. jus’ want’you to cum..”

“where?” simon teased for longer, the tip of his cock now just resting inside of you, massaging at the ring of muscle. he knew he was being harsh, simon really just fucking loved to see you come undone.

you had enough of his bullshit by then; body twisting quickly, arm reaching to grab or slab at simon. would’ve worked too, if he didn’t grab your wrist— pulling you up so you could be face to face with him. looking deep into your eyes, simon shoved himself back inside you in one go— eyebrows knitting together as he went back to abusing your cunt.

kept eye contact with you when he came too, hips stuttering against the back of your thighs. “gonna have ta’ keep workin’ on that baby… switch that tutor maybe”

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