Ghost Cod Smut - Blog Posts

Simon screwing you in the shower.

The warm water dripped over your bodies like rain, coating everything inside of the shower with a layer of wetness. Sealed inside the oasis, a thick layer of heavy condensation filled the air, making all that you touched from each other to the walls slick.

Simon's large hand dug into your hip, making sure he had a good, strong grip on your thigh that he held up against his side so that he could thrust inside you easily.

Your hand was pressed against the foggy glass of the shower door, using it as a bit of leverage to keep you steady while those wide, muscular hips of his ground into your own as they rolled his cock into your pussy over and over again.

"Fuckin' hell," that husky voice hit your ears over the sound of the running water. His raw lips had just disconnected from around the tender flesh of your neck to move higher up towards your ear as he left a trail of burning kisses all along the moist surface.

Head back as he worked his magic, you felt him hum into your skin, his hips never loosing speed as he kept that's delirious rhythm steady on. "Cannot get enough of ya," he growled. "Even when I'm inside ya, I need more. I'm fuckin desperate, luv. Goddamn desperate."

Two beefy arms shoved you back suddenly as Simon pulled out of you, making you hit the back wall with a light thud as your body bounced off of it, but quickly you were scooped back up as he wrapped those arms back around your waist to hoist you up, making you throw your legs around him to hold on.

"Goddammit, I can't take it, need more... now," the desperation in his tone made your legs vibrate. Your clit twinged as he moved in and caught your lips with his own, squatting down so that he could realign his cock with your entrance and strike back up into you in one smooth motion.

All this wet, all this warmth, all this tepid flesh at his disposal, that only made the primal part of himself gain full control. As your bodies slipped and slid across each other, your back pressed firmly against the shower wall as your tits were pressed into his chest, he could do nothing more that rut into you like some beast hell bent on getting what was his.

His pace caught right back up to where it was seconds before, not a moment to spare. "You've put me under a spell, ya bitch," he grunted with the force of his thrusts. "I can't stop fuckin' pining for this tight little pussy. Gonna go fuckin' mad."

Your forearms wrapped around his broad shoulders as you held on while he bucked wildly in and out of you. The muscles in his back contracted and released under your fingertips, another sign of just how desperately rough his movements were.

His flesh was on fire, burning for you and only you, and even the water from the shower head was no help in taming it's flames. There was a part of him that worried he would not be able to stop until he had completely devoured everything inch of you; that was how strong his need was.

"Mine," he claimed aloud as you whimpered into his shoulder, his cock hitting that specific bundle of nerve ending inside you. "You're all mine, sweetheart. Ya got that? I can't fuckin' stand the thought of anyone else havin' ya, ever."

"Yes," you breathed, "say it again baby."

He smirked. "You're mine, mine. No one else can ever fuckin' touch ya. I ain't ever sharin' all this beauty."

A blanket of steamy air surrounded you both as the hot warm continued to pour in, locking out the entire world from the inside of the shower so it felt you were a million miles away. To be in such a place, in the throws of passion as Simon declared his claim to you, it was all so overwhelming that your body ached lustfully for release.

Fingernails dug into his back as the last bits of your sanity had you clinging on for dear life, the raw lines across his shoulder blades stinging from the water pouring down the contours of his back. "Goddamn, I just wanna keep my cock buried in you foreva," he hissed at your delicious roughness as your hips rolled over him, the pressure nearly at its peak. You were panting like a bitch in heat and he was doing everything he could to push you over the edge.

Pumping in and out of you with everything he had, his head wandered down the front of your chest as he squat down a little more, his mouth hungrily searching for it's prize. Finally he is able to reach your tit and greedily he took the nipple into his mouth, sucking on the supple flesh as the tip of his tongue rolled around the silk smooth areola.

God your soft breast felt like heaven in between his lips, the damned flesh so juicy. He had to press his body even harder into your own to keep you from slipping, but it was worth it just to keep your tit locked in his mouth.

"Fuck, Simon," you moaned, your fingers running up the back on his neck to his head where you tangled them into his short, wet locks. That mouth was making you vibrate as the sensation of suction sent shocks of pleasure tingling down your spine.

Not one to ever leave any man behind, Simon unlatched from the first breast to give the other the same amount of attention. It was all too much, the pumping between your legs mixed with the tingling sensation at your breasts, and that heated pressure began gathering in the pit of your stomach, about to violently through you off.

Your hips ground more into him, he knows that telltale sign that you are close. Amber eyes met yours again as he moved back up to his full height; he needed to see it, the look in your eyes as you come.

"I know you're close, luv," he says assuredly. "That's it sweetheart, come for me. Come all over my fuckin' cock. Goddammit I need you to come for me...so bad..."

Simon had to have it, you orgasm; he needed to know that your body responded to his in that very precise way that would make sure you'd never stray. He desperately needed to be the one to get you off. And as he staved off his own orgasm, he would.

"Don't stop," you begged as your head fell back against the wall... as if Simon would ever even dream of such a thing.

"Not until your legs are fuckin' quakin', sweetheart."

His thighs were burning with shooting pain as he continued to squat under you, but he didn't stop; it was worthy any amount of discomfort to see you come completely undone.

Your fingers in his hair clenched down, yanking wildly at his hair as with a few more precise thrusts that warmth finally shot through your torso and you rocked forward against with a cry.

"A-ah... f-f-fuck..." you stammered as your orgasm shook through you.

"That's it," Simon coaxed you through it, "ride it all the fuckin' way with me, luv...almost there..."

And not even a few seconds more he followed suit, a gravely roar ripping through his chest as he milked himself completely dry, his body convulsing with the strength of his ejaculation; fuck did you always make him come so hard.

"G-goddamn..." he said through heavy breaths, his soaking head coming to rest with it's forehead against your shoulder.

He did not let you go until you had both calmed, just letting the sound of the running water and your breathing lull you both back down. Picking up his head from your body, he laid a breathless kiss up on your lips, his face resting against your own from sheer exhaustion.

"Told ya you'd fuckin' enjoy it," he said, playful smile plastered to those full lips.

Carefully he set you back on your feet, your legs wobbling tiredly from the exertion. "You could make me enjoy anything," you admitted freely. "We'll have to do it again sometime."

Simon's fingers twirled the loose, wet strands of your hair between them. "You got it wrong, luv, ya see it's you that could make me enjoy any fuckin' thing. My beautiful girl, I'd have a right ol time in hell if you were the one to take me there."

His large hand lingered against your cheek, his thumb stroking the soft, supple skin. "You've got me fuckin' whipped, sweetheart, and I am more than fine to keep it that way."

He held you close, peppering your cheeks with stray kisses as he moved you both back fully under the shower head, ready to clean up the delicious mess he had just made.

Pretty Little Thing

Phillip Graves x F! Sugar baby Reader

Summary: Y/N is ten years younger than Graves & what started out as a paid companionship turned into a blossoming relationship

Warnings: Age Gap Relationship, Graves is 35 & Y/N is in her early 20s, sexual themes, misogynistic views, smut, this is just freakin pure filth

“How does this one look?” Y/N said as she stepped out of her walk in closet revealing a red Herve Ledger Bandage dress. “It would look so good with the Louboutin’s you bought me.” He looked up from his phone & his jaw hit the floor. Her breast’s where pushed up, & the dress hugged her in all the right places. His eyes widened at the sight.

“Damn right it will sweetheart.” He replied. He had no idea what she was referring to. Phillip was in awe at the fact you were his. It was no shock that your relationship caused quite the scandal. Initially even though you were in it for the financial security you had come to love Phillip. He was a true old school gentleman. The fact he was older made no difference. He opened the car door for her, made sure roses were always in her bedroom before he went away on deployment, & he took care of her.

“Help me unzip?” She asked. He stood up from his respective spot & helped her unzip the dress. It fell from her body & besides a red lace thong her body was on full display for him. He took in her nearly naked figure.

“Come here.” He beckoned with his finger. Her semi naked form straddled his body & his hands immediately went to grab her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck & he pulled her in for a kiss. She could feel his erection growing under her pussy. She unzipped his pants & pulled down his boxers. His cock sprung up at attention & she wrapped her delicate hand around the shaft. A loud ground escaped his lips as she started to pump. He took a hand and caressed her cheek, as her doe like eyes bore into him. She leaned into his touched & he put his thumb in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around it & she started to suck on it.

“God you are such a good girl for me,” He groaned. Y/N felt herself start to get wet between her legs. She bent her head down & started to suck him off. The hand that was once on her cheek was now tugging on her hair. She used her hands to remove her panties, leaving her now completely naked. “Sweet Jesus,” He moaned. “Baby unless you want me to cum now you gotta stop.” She removed her head & wiped her mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m a old man darlin’ you don’t wanna suck the life out of me.” He joked. His Texas drawl coming out. Still in his work clothes he removed his pants entirely.

“Face down ass up baby.” He commanded. She loved it when he was authoritative with her. He roughly grabbed her hips & then smacked her ass. A small gasp escaped her lips in reaction & he chuckled. A low whistle escaped his lips at the sight of her dripping cunt. “Look at you.” He said with a smirk. He placed a thumb on her pussy & started to slowly rub up & down her slit. Strangled moans escaped her lips & her hips started to wiggle trying to get more friction. He placed one of his large hands on her hips holding her in place.

“Please daddy,” She wined looking back at him. “I want your cock.” She sobbed. He removed his hand from her pussy & bent down to grab her chin.

“Uh-uh baby girl you gotta use your manners,” He growled holding her chin. Her back was now pressing into his front & the friction of his bare cock against her pussy was teasing more than his fingers. “Now what do you want your daddy to do.” He commanded.

“I want you to fuck me daddy,” She choked out.

“You want me to fuck you what?” Graves asked. “Remember your manners, babygirl.”

“Please daddy I want you to fuck me.” She sobbed. Graves let go of her & let her fall forward.

“See that wasn’t so difficult was it my good girl,” He taunted, & smacked her ass again. “Let me give my good girl what she wants.” He teased the head of his cock, against her slit & pushed in. A low growl escaped his lips as her velvety walls sucked him in. She let out a high pitched moan & gripped onto the comforter of the bed. No matter how many times he fucked her she never really got used to his size.

“Jesus Christ, babygirl.” He groaned. “How is it even possible you got tighter? Fuck.” He started to pull her more onto his cock. Graves had been so pent up from a long day at work he really need to fuck all of his frustrations out. He roughly started to pound into her. The natural curve of his cock kept hitting her g-spot.

A string of moans & swears escapes her lips as he used her like his personal flesh light. Leaning forward he used his upper chest to hold her down as he sped up.

“Fuck daddy,” She moaned, so cockdrunk & drooling into the comforter. “Fill my pussy.” Her moans just emboldened him more as he kept pounding away.

“You want me to cum in your pussy babygirl?” He taunted. He knew she was close by the way she was gripped him.

“Yes daddy please.” She begged & lifted her hips more for a better angle. “Please fill me.”

“I want you to cum for me first,” He growled. “You think you can do that for me babygirl? Hmm?”

“Yes daddy,” She sobbed. The familiar knot of an orgasm started to build up in her lower stomach. “Mmmm, I’m so close.” She cried out. Graves somehow picked up his speed more & was repeatedly hitting her g-spot over & over again. “I’m gonna cum daddy.” She screamed out.

“Go on sweetheart, “ He encouraged. “Cum on my cock.”

“I’m cumming daddy, fuck.” She sobbed out into the comforter. Graves felt her release all over him & he let out a low growl.

“Fuck, babygirl.” He groaned into her ear. Graves felt himself getting closer. He’s not that old but he definitely had to make sure he didn’t cum too early especially when fucking Y/N, before her it had been years since he had been a twenty something year old. “I’m fucking close too.” He growled. “I’m gonna fill this pussy to the brim. Is that what you wanted huh?”

“Yes daddy.” She moaned as he kept abusing her pussy with his quick thrusts.

“Who’s pussy does this belong to?” He asked. Leave it to Graves to even the bedroom go on a power trip.

“It belongs to you Daddy.” She moaned in response. “My pussy belongs to you.” He smirked down at the beautiful young woman below him. The familiar knot of his orgasm started to build up & he was about to burst.

“I’m about to cum babygirl.” He groaned. A few second after he was painting her insides white. She felt him twitching deeply inside of her, & the warm fluid of his cum leaking into her pussy. Satisfied she let out a moan & sigh. He pulled out of her & watched as some of cum dripped out. “Stay right there darling don’t move.” He said & grabbed his phone from the floor. He started to take some pictures of her bent over with his cum dripping out of her pussy. Then he took a short video of him pushing the cum that leaked out back into her swollen pussy with his finger & playing with her folds. Small little moans escaped her lips as he was recording. Then he panned to her face, & put his freehand on her face.

She had a tired all-fucked out look on her face, with her mascara smeared & lipstick smudged. He put a thumb in her mouth like he did before except she was able to taste herself on it. Her doe like eyes looked directly in the camera.

“Who does this pussy belong to babygirl?” He asked from behind his phone as he removed his thumb from her mouth.

“My pussy belongs to you daddy.” She said & leaned into his touch.

“You like it when I fuck you don’t you?” He teased.

“I do daddy.” She said directly into the camera. “I love it when you fuck me.” He ended the video & put his phone on the bedside table.

“I can’t wait to share that video with my Shadows sweetheart. Now let’s get you cleaned up.” Graves softly said & carried her into the bathroom.

Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcannons

A/N: these are loosely inspired from real life experiences I’ve had living on a military base, these men have a on & off switch it’s crazy

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Warnings: NSFW

• Simon first saw you while he was in the States for a training exercise, he was out at one of the local bars with some of the other soldiers he was with

• Soap had actually asked for your number first & since he was so intoxicated you turned him down

• Simon apologized for Soap & that’s how you met

• he did have a heart attack when he found out there was a bit of a age gap between you two but quickly got over it when he realized how mature you were

• it was a long distance relationship at first (from personal experience it sucks in the beginning)

• there were times when he couldn’t talk due to the risk of potentially exposing his teams location so you had to write letters every now & then

• you cried constantly whenever you saw some horrific news in the paper about what was going on overseas, the anxiety was awful

• but when he returned the reunions were euphoric

• you have a bottle of his cologne & aftershave so you can always feel close to him

• and you’d spray your perfume on the letters you sent so he couldn’t always smell the paper when he was missing you

• it took him sometime to open up to you about what had happened to him in his past, & your respected that

• when he first met your family, he was shocked by all the support he had received from them

• he asked your parents to marry you the first time he met them & showed them the ring too (ofc they said yes)

• he proposed to you in private after a nice dinner, he got choked up during the proposal

• your dad specifically was elated, he got to brag at how bad ass his son in law is

• your mom if she’s a teacher, had her entire class send cards, candy, anything they’d need in care packages Soap nearly cried when he opened the sweetest letter from a little girl (this actually happened irl my mom’s class did this & one guy got really choked up)

• Simon always would be your fiercest protector

• since he’s like an freakin tree he will guide your head with his bear paw of a hand in crowds

•he CANNOT sit with his back facing the door it stresses him out

•this man is strapped 24/7 whether that be a knife, bear spray etc. he’s ready

•he has a trauma kit in his car because “you never know”

•Simon is 1000% one of those apocalypse preppers you have freeze dried food, medicine, water, etc. he’s always on edge

• he sleeps with a damn rifle next to y’all’s bed

• you have a whole security system too

• your guy’s apartment is impeccable like you could eat off of the floor

• hell your guy’s bed has damn hospital corners

• Simon adopted a cat so you don’t feel as lonely when he’s deployed

• He’s your chonky boy & you do send plenty of photos to Simon when he’s deployed

• Gaz & Soap tease him about him living his “cat dad” life

• you start trying for a baby two years into your marriage

• Simon does fall victim to the “curse of the infantry” (which is not a negative thing btw it’s a running joke that infantry soldiers have all daughters) he makes girls

• he was deployed during your pregnancy & was worried sick he nearly missed the birth of your daughter

• that little girl is the most well protected baby in the whole world, the Task Force gifted him not just baby stuff but damn security for the nursery

• He watches your baby from his phone in the nursery on deployment, he was silently crying once when he was watching you sing a lullaby to your baby girl

•Price had to comfort him father to father

•In reality Simon has a very hard cold exterior at work for the sake of keeping his mental health for the profession he’s in but deep down he’s always held a soft spot & your relationship just brings it out

✨NSFW ✨

• there is a big size difference between you two & it drives him insane

• the first time y’all had together he didn’t want to break you in half

• when he returns from deployment y’all go at it like rabbits for multiple rounds, your poor pussy was so sore afterwards

• has a massive corruption & daddy kink

• he’s an ass man I don’t make the rules here so any position where your ass if the focal point is his favorite

• y’all have made so many sex tapes for him when he’s deployed, he has a whole folder on his phone & jerks off to them in the bathroom or the porta potty (it’s a canon event, trust me) to them

• he lets your cockwarm him constantly when you’re on the couch, when he’s working, hell y’all had even fallen asleep like that

• I know people say he has a Prince Albert piercing but alas per army regulation that is safety risk I think it’s more likely he’d use a cock ring on you

• during a military ball you two snuck off & fucked in a supply closet

• he couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel room after seeing you in your gown, it was red his favorite color

• and he just looked so fucking good in his dress uniform, that was the night you totally conceived your baby girl

• he groans into your ear when he cums & he’ll use his body to just eclipse yours

• “one more baby girl” & “c’mon pretty girl use your words tell me what you want”

• is a sucker for babydoll lingerie it brings your innocence & triggers his corruption kink

• moral of the story Simon Riley fucks

you know what.

I am so fucking tired of rape fics. I am a sexual assault survivor and you sexulise rape. why. why do I work so hard to get better and it all get ruined by some horny asshole just like last time. THESE CHARATERS DONT WANT TO RAPE YOU. rape is horrible, its NOT sexy. its traumatizing. why do you keep talking about it and writing about it. STOP MINIMIZING MY PAIN WITH YOUR DERANGED FANTASIES.

Simon Riley isnt a rapist

Leon Kennedy isnt a rapist

and belive it or not Jonathan Crane ISNT A FUCKING RAPIST

dont tell me not to kink shame

do not tell me to skip it

you cannot tell me that my trauma doesn't matter

STOP WRITING RAPE FICS