#cod x afab reader

Bouncing on Price’s cock like it was your job. Hands on his chest, chasing that high like it was the only thing that mattered.

He rolled his hips in slow languid thrusts, content to watch you ride him. The cigar hung lazily between his teeth, lit and menacing.

Who knew the new recruit would be so willing to fuck their superior officer.

Price was getting close. That heat low in his gut was telling.

His hand palmed your ass, gripping you to rock you back and forth on his dick. Just how he wanted. Once. Twice. Once more, before he was spraying inside of you. He groaned, a low rumbling sound in his throat. Thick hot ropes smearing between your thighs while it spilled from your hole.

You whined, head falling into his shoulder in dismay. He was sure your stomach was cramping by now. This was the third time he had stopped you from finishing.

Stupid boy. Still green behind the ears.

He pushed you back just enough to see your sad face.

Price smiled at you, then took a long drag of his cigar. And blew the smoke over your face.

“Ready f’nother round, then?”

Soap MacTavish x Fat! Herbalist! Reader who makes poison in their spare time for fun, or no?

mdni - ageless dni

T gave you just about everything you had wanted. A stronger body, muscle mass, a five o’clock shadow, thick fuller hair, a deeper voice, and even squared out your jawline.

The only thing it hadn’t done was make you any taller. Which your teammates seemed especially fond of.

Soap had taken to calling you “Wee Lad” among various other small centered nicknames.

Ghost had settled for the classics calling you short.

Gaz preferred fun size, and little guy.

And Price, thankfully kept the nicknames to a minimum. Though, the expanse of short jokes never seemed to run dry when you were involved.

You couldn’t even win a fucking argument, the minute those assholes sensed they were losing they’d simply end it with a “well you’re short.” As though that best out everything,

Soap was by far the worst instigator. He liked to lean on you, elbow flat on your head like you were no more than a desk. He liked to offer to send you into vents as needed as well.

“Aye, well he’s the smallest, an’ we’re no’ gonnae fit in there. C’mon on, send in the mouse.”

And you were unfortunately good at it. It was how you got your callsign after all.

Mouse.

Thinking about roommate!Soap who is a freak. A pervert. A stalker. You can call him whatever you damn well please, because he doesn’t care. Not when his nose is buried in your dirty underwear, and his hand is down his pants, until he’s choking on a sob.

He doesn’t care when he’s using your tooth brush because that’s basically a French kiss.

Doesn’t care when he’s rutting against your pillows because your face was there and that’s almost like getting head.

Soap doesn’t care, usually. Except when Simon is around. You boyfriend. Your boyfriend who found Soap’s camera in your room, and instead of telling you, fucked you in front of it for Soap to watch how good you take Simon’s cock.

Too bad for Simon. Soap liked that too.

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Price sliding his cock through your folds, paying extra attention to make sure he grinds against your t dick. Sweet swollen little thing.

He loves watching you writhe and moan beneath him. Crying out his name when you break for the second time tonight.

Price frotting with you and working your little cock between his forefinger and thumb jerking you off until your nails dug into his shoulders. And he sank into your heat.

Feeling your walls flutter around his dick. God he loved you like this. Loved your sounds and your sweet little cock.

But most of all, he was going to love getting his boyfriend pregnant. All that muscle turned round and soft. He’d make you his husband. Say it’s for the sake of the baby.

He rutted into you, fingers stroking your t dick to bring you to yet another release. He wanted you so fucked out you wouldn’t even question his lack of a condom.

You panted his name, as he spilled inside your heat.

His sweet boyfriend would look so good, carrying his child.

Hear me out..

Going fishing with the task force.

Catching the biggest fucking fish.

And they all just stare at you in awe and jealousy. Because how the hell is the smallest guy on the team catching the biggest fucking fish.

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Something…something

Simon “Ghost” Riley who wasn’t bothered by the divorce, who even gave a damn about that marriage anyway? Not him. Not when his new neighbor was some cute college kid.

Simon “Ghost” Riley who shouldn’t have been thinking about dicking down his twenty something year old neighbor.

Simon “Ghost” Riley the neighbor who was much too old for you who couldn’t help but watch you change through your windows. Silly boy, not putting curtains up first.

Simon “Ghost” Riley, who you caught jerking off to you getting undressed. Watching you from his own bedroom window.

Simon “Ghost” Riley who came knocking on your door not even five minutes later..

Simon “Ghost” Riley shoving your face into the mattress as his other hand grips your waist. His cock slamming into your hole like it was always meant to be there.

Simon “Ghost” Riley who left you sore, lonesome, and full of his hot spend. Who went back to his house, because he knew.

Sweet desperate boys like you always came crawling back to him.

Sitting on your porch, early August.

Licking ice cream off the side of a cone to keep it from running down your hand.

“Ach, bonnie. Look.” Johnny says. You don’t have to turn to know he’s grinning like a fool.

You turn to him and stare at the large cardboard box in his arms. The flaps are open, and a wide assortment of what you could only call junk is sticking out.

“What am I looking at?”

His brows furrow and he frowns as though you just insulted his mother.

“Halloween decorations!”

“Johnny. Halloween isn’t for another two months.”

He blows a raspberry at you and sets the box down in front of you.

“Aye, we’ve gotta start planning now.”

“Planning what?”

He stares at you absolutely disgusted.

“Ye cannae be serious. Planning our couples costume, ye numpty!”

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