CoD One Shot collection

by Sunsetjen

Summary:

A collection of all my short ideas, that I will never write full fics for. If you get inspired by one of these, feel free to write a full fic of these (just ask me first and please credit me)

* Every chapter starts with a specified list of tags and tw

Notes:

Tags/tw: is this considered an orgy?, a hint of coercion, fingering, spanking, throat fucking, anal, so much cum

Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost fuck you one after the other

Chapter 1: 141xfem!reader

It’s been almost 48 hours since you entered this room. None of them would let you leave. Not that you could with how sore you are. They got you food and water when necessary. And you desperately need it after the amount of physical strain on your body over the last two days. Even though you haven’t done anything yourself. They told you again and again to just lie there, look pretty and take it.

At least they cleaned you up afterwards. Occasionally. After the first few rounds were done, they were always so kind and clean you for the next person. But they stopped, because you get dirty again anyway. So, there was no point to it.

You knew it would be hard, when you agreed to spend a full week with these men and letting them do whatever they want. But you were so close to tapping out multiple times. You know they would’ve let you – it was written in the contract. But every time you want to, you hear John’s words in your mind: “Be a good girl for us? I know ya can take it. Ya always make me proud.”

You want to make him proud, so you keep your mouth shut and take everything they give you.

You already feel sore in your jaw, pussy and ass every time you move. Thinking about the men that did this to you, making you aroused again.

Kyle using your throat, when he doesn’t want to hear you whine from being sore. His praise, when you swallow everything. Simon’s hands digging into your hips when he takes you from behind with a brutal pace. You should’ve known a man that tall would have a dick to match. You were thanking him over and over again for going last, after the other three had you, so you were loose enough for him. John’s handprints on your ass, when he slaps you for not thanking him fast enough for making you come. And taking Soap in your ass for the first time, when you begged him to give your abused pussy some rest. He did prep you enough, so it didn’t feel like being torn in half, but it still hurt a lot.

You should’ve known four trained military men have an insane amount of stamina, and at first it was a bonus, but now you wish they would give you a bit more time to recover between rounds.

You open your eyes reluctantly, when you hear the door opening again. John comes into the room in only underwear and a washcloth in hand. You sigh, knowing he will clean you. The bed dibs besides you and the warm wet cloth was slowly dragged over your thigh. You relax. He drags it over your inner thigh towards your pussy, that is still covered in all their collective cum. He cleans it with so much care, you almost forget, that he was the one who convinced you to do this. Spending a week as their toy to do whatever they want to you whenever they want.

You can hear the door opening again. Looking over to see the other three entering the room. You sigh; already knowing they want the next round now.

You choose Kyle first. He opens you up on his fingers and then fucks you with your legs bent so far, your knees almost touch your ears. But he doesn’t come inside, as much as you beg him to. He just says, that even though you chose him to go first, his captain should fill you first. He then comes all over your stomach and pussy.

You agree to let John into you right after – the overstimulation making it hurt a bit. He also fucks you missionary, but doesn’t push your legs so far back, instead his thrusts are far deeper and harder. And when he comes, he fills you up to the brim. It even is a bit too much and it spills out the sides, while he is still inside you. You wish he stayed longer inside. Savouring the feeling of being full. But he pulls out – being replaced by Johnny.

He was eager from the beginning and couldn’t wait. Johnny turns you around onto your knees, pushes down on your back and pulls your ass to him. He slides right in. His thrusts are sloppy and needy. You love how he was the most vocal – his accents getting thicker and less understandable. His cock coated in John’s cum seem to spur him on and he also comes deep inside you – adding to the fullness. He reluctantly pulls his softened cock out, for Simon to get his turn.

Simon pulls you up and makes you sit on his lap. Even though you took three men already, his dick does not enter you easily. He let you barely adjust to his size after bottoming out. You could definitely feel him hitting your cervix. You would’ve loved to ride this behemoth of a man, but he has other plans. His massive arms holding you as he slams into you. You don’t get to move yourself, just hold on and take it. Simon uses you to get off – his dick coated in all three of their cum. Even Kyle’s cum dripped down to your stuffed hole – adding to the mess. When he finally comes, your belly slightly bulges from being overfilled. Everything drips down onto the bed and his lap.

He pulls out and is laying you onto the bed. You thought it was done for a while, but then you see Kyle stroking his hard dick again.

It was far from over.

Chapter 2: cat!hybrid reader x dog!hybrid Johnny & dog!hybrid Kyle

Summary:

Your owner John brings you to base to meet the dog hybrids to socialize

Notes:

Tags/tw: rape/non-con, threesome, double penetration, creampie, anal creampie, voyeurism

You were not social enough, John said.

A healthy cat hybrid needs other hybrids to play with, John said.

Don’t worry, Love. The hybrids on base will love you, John said.

So, he dragged you with him to his work on the military base. You didn’t want to. Scratching, hissing, and general resisting you direct towards him, until he pushed you down on the floor and put his entire weight on you. You couldn’t move – lying on the floor with your owner on top of you. Usually, you love this position. He had easy access to your ass pressed into his crotch and loved holding onto your tail instead your hips to guide your movements. But not now.

You resist, when you feel something around your neck. He is putting a collar on you. You told him many times you don’t like collars, but he is insisting. Feeling the leather closing around your neck and hearing the metallic click of the lock closing, makes you whimper. He coos you and wipes the tears away.

You can only leave the house with a collar, he always said.

You stop most of your resisting, when he pulls you by the leash to the trunk of the car. Normally, you are allowed to sit in the front seat, but now he puts you into the carrier for the whole ride. You have time to think about it. And you feel sorry for scratching him. You do love him after all. But you don’t want to meet other hybrids. John is enough for you. Why can’t he see that?

Pulling you out of the prison – transport carrier – is much easier than putting you inside. He attaches a leash to your collar again – that you don’t want to wear – and guides you through the base. He explains most of the rooms and areas, but you do not pay attention.

You get close to what John said was the training room, and your ears stand up in attention, when you hear the barking. You don’t want to go in there, but he pulls on your leash and opens the door. You can see two dog hybrids play fighting on a matt on the floor being supervised by a large man with a skull mask.

They immediately stop and look at you. You want to run away, but John drags you closer with the stupid leash. He greets the man with the skull mask, who seems to be the owner of probably both dogs. The dog hybrids are staring at you, and they really want to pull you into their play fighting and sniff you all over. The masked man explains that they are military dogs and are very well trained.

John comes up to you and detaches the leash. And you should be happy. You get what you wanted. But you know, what happens next.

The masked man gives the dogs the command and they immediately tackle you to the ground before you can run away. You hiss and scratch at them, but it doesn’t deter them. The pretty one with the dark skin pushes your chest to the ground and licks and sniffs on your neck. You whine under him and try to get him of, but he is way stronger. The one with the mohawk sniffs all over your body – from your hair, down your side towards your crotch. You don’t want him sniffing there. He will smell your earlier arousal, when John pushed you down to collar you.

His ears perk up when his nose catches a particular smell. He immediately tries to push the other man off you to get on himself. But he doesn’t let him win easily. Now that they have a prize – you – they play fighting would turn more aggressive.

They bark and scratch and bite each other for dominance. Never letting you get away far. They manage to rip each other's clothes of and partially yours too.

You lie on the matt again – chest down – but the dog hybrid with the mohawk is on top of you. His chest pressed into your back and his hands holding your wrists down. But he did not win. The pretty one won and pushed the other one down on top of you to bite him in the neck. You only hear him whimper above you.

The pretty one takes his prize. Pushing his hard cock into you – making you scream. No one prepped you, so it hurts and feels too big to be comfortable. But he doesn’t care. Rutting into you like in heat. But you have to take the assault on your pussy. After a few brutal thrusts, you finally feel aroused, and your body produces more slick for him to fuck you easier. Your hips meet his with each thrust – slowly loosing yourself.

You want to present yourself to him. Holding your ass up for him to mount you properly and cum inside your pussy. You start begging him to fill you, to give you his seed and breed your fertile cunt. You can’t even speak properly – too far gone into pleasure.

The other one still lying on top of you whimpers at your words and ruts into you. The pretty one decides to take pity on him. He pulls him by the neck and whispers something in his ear. You can’t hear it. Then the one with the mohawk pushes a finger into your ass, making you moan and scream again. Not even John has taken that hole. You don’t want this dog, that you’ve never met before, taking it first.

You protest and whine and hiss and try to crawl away. He pushes his finger fully in and holds you down again. You cry and beg, but nothing.

You look at John, who is still standing next to the masked man. He just tells him, that it’s okay. Hybrids play like this. It’s normal and healthy.

You don’t want this. But you don’t have a choice. You can feel a dick entering your ass. Even though he opened up your hole a bit, his dick is way bigger than his finger. It hurts. You feel split open on both their dicks being inside you. You mouth open in a silent scream and tears flowing. You can hear him groan when he bottoms out. Having to bully his cock inside your tight ass inch by inch to get fully inside.

He lays himself on you and starts moving. It hurts so much. You never felt this full. Then the pretty one also starts moving. You want them to stop, but begging does nothing. You can only lie here and take it.

After a short while your body seems to adjust to the assault. Clouding your brain with pleasure and hoping you enjoy this. The one in your ass stutters in his pace and you know he is close. You stopped begging a while ago, so you just let him cum in your ass. Feeling it fill up actually feels not too bad – considering everything. He pulls out and lets the rest drips onto your back.

Shortly after the pretty one also comes. Filling your pussy up and breeding your fertile womb, like you begged him to do. You know John would want to keep the pups. So, you know this will get you pregnant. And if not, John would most likely be back to let him mount you again.

The next things happen in a haze. You barely remember someone putting your panties back on. Remembering that John said to keep everything in. But the rest of your clothes are ripped apart, so he walks you leashed back to the car in only panties.

That was fun, John said.

You probably want to see them again, John said.

You only nod.

Notes:

Also don't think about it too hard, that you're a cat hybrid and they are dog hybrids. And they got you pregnant. It's fiiiine :)

Chapter 3: Cage in the basement

Summary:

Graves has you in his basement as his plaything.

Notes:

Tags/tw: implied rape/non-con (happens off-screen), implied non-consensual taking of videos, kidnapping, creampie, anal creampie, bondage, gag, abrupt ending

Let me know if I missed something :)

You have no idea what time it is or how long you slept. But judging by the ache in your body a while. You don’t know if it’s day or night, because this room has no windows. The only light source is a barely working old light bulb that doesn’t even fully illuminate the room. Not that you really want to see the rest of the room. The part you know is terrifying enough.

Metal cuffs connected with metal chains to the brick walls, all sort of whips and paddles hanging neatly arranged on the wall, shelves filled with dildos, vibrators, collars, blindfolds and different kind of gags, and other pieces of furniture like a leather couch or a gynecologist's chair fill the room.

And of course, the metal cage in the middle of the room surrounded by tripods and turned off standing lights. With you inside.

Every angle visible. No place to hide.

You have been kneeling for probably hours at this point. Both ankles chained tightly to either side of the cage – keeping you spread open. Usually something in your pussy to keep it loose, but not now.

You have been bad, he said.

You don’t deserve pleasure, he said.

He taped a piece of duct tape over your pussy to close it. Only a temporary solution, until he has time to buy a chastity belt, that suits his standards. Until then he has only used your ass. Of course, without a lot of preparation, so it always hurts like hell. It is only about his pleasure and opening you up on his cock every time feels amazing. For him.

He made a habit of only coming inside, even in your ass. So, now the plug that would usually keep your pussy open and available is tightly stuffed in the other hole to keep every drop from spilling. He would make you lick it from the ground, if something leaks out, and you really don’t want to do that off this dirty basement floor.

Your hands are also tied to the cage, making you lean on your forearms. And usually, he would put a collar and leash on you and tie the leash tightly to the wall, so your face would be close to the bars for him to use your mouth. But when you’re alone down here, there a gag in your mouth. Always a different one.

No that that is necessary anymore. You have stopped screaming and struggling a while ago. Coming to terms with the fact this is your life now.

You perk up when you hear the basement door opening. Knowing what’s to come.

Heavy footsteps make their way down the staircase towards you. You’re filled with a new wave of dread, when you realise it’s more than one person. He never brought anyone down here. Always said, you only belong to him.

“Ah, ‘ere she is. Righ’ were I left ya. Have ya missed me, doll?”

“Huh, you really didn’t lie, boss.”

“Won’t ever doubt you again, Graves.”

“Well, she’s not jus’ for show. C’mon try ‘er out. She doesn’ bite.”

You can hear the cage opening.

Chapter 4: Price x fem!Reader, Ghost x fem!Reader

Summary:

You have been a brat all day and now broke Price's favourite tea cup. He gets his Lt. to punish you for him.

TW: Bondage, kinda cnc (you don't consent to Ghost fucking you, but you do like it), voyeurism

Notes:

Hey, it's been a while. I haven't abandoned this I just have multiple wips.
This is one of the tamer ones, but I do have some fucked up things cooking

You have been a brat all day.

Trying to get John’s attention any way possible. Doing things, he told you not to, just because. He is a patient man. His time in the military necessitates that. But when he hears the sound of porcelain breaking coming from the kitchen, his patience snaps. He stands up from his office chair and quickly leaves the room.

His loud footsteps can be heard through the whole house. When he arrives at the kitchen, he sees you standing there looking at the broken pieces on the floor. The broken pieces of his favourite mug.

And for the first time since you decided to annoy John, you look remorseful at him. But he has enough. You need to learn to behave.

You flinch and take several steps backwards, when you see him stepping into the kitchen. You know you fucked up. You’ve never seen him so angry. You keep standing there looking down and wait for him to yell at you.

But it never comes.

And that scare you more.

He looks at the pieces, then at you, and just turns around and walks away without a word. You don’t know what to do. You want him to scream and punish you. You want him to acknowledge you in any way.

...

It’s been a few days after the incident and John behaves normally. He kisses you, compliments you, and cooks dinner as always. Just, he doesn’t sleep with you. If this is your punishment, you can live with that.

But that same evening something changes.

You two cuddle in bed as usual, and he kisses you. And finally lets his hands wander over your body again. You missed this. You lean into his touch.

His hands wander over your sides and stomach down to your thighs and ass. He grabs your ass with both hands a bit too forceful for your liking, but you aren’t complaining. He finally touches you again. You moan into his mouth, breaking the kiss. His mouth goes straight to your neck, and he bites down softly.

“You wanna try bondage tonight?”, he asks in a rough voice, that always makes your knees week.

...

It’s a weird feeling being tied up. You face on a pillow and ass up in the air. Your hands tied behind your back with a red rope, connected to each ankle. You feel so exposed.

John is standing behind the bed just looking at you – at your pussy. Ever since he touched you again, you have been dripping. You can feel your pulse in your pussy and your juices dripping down your thighs. You want him to do something – anything.

But then he leaves again, and you can’t stop a whine leaving you. John completely leaves the room, leaving the door wide open.

After a few moments you hear footsteps approaching and the door closing. He was finally back.

“Please, John. Please fuck me”, you beg, the moment the door closes.

But he doesn’t respond. You can feel the bed dipping beneath him and feel his hands on your ass, spreading it. He is wearing gloves now.

Then you feel a gloved finger slipping into you. It’s bigger than you expected, but you’re not complaining. It slips right in without any resistance from your body. It welcomes the intrusion you have been begging for.

But he quickly retracts it again. You can hear a zipper being pulled down.

Then you feel it: his tip right at your entrance. He is much bigger, than you remember. He rubs his dick a few times along your pussy, gathering some of the juices, before pushing it inside.

Just the tip at first is a struggle. But when it goes inside with a wet plop, you gasp.

There is something wrong. This doesn’t feel like you husband.

You try to turn around to see, who that is. But as you turn your head, another gloved hand shoves it down back into the pillow. You start to panic. Where is John?

“No, sto-”, your words cut of when he pushes a finger into your mouth.

“Don’t. This is your punishment. Remember?”, the stranger whispers.

He puts his other hand on your hip and keeps pushing. He will get everything inside, if you want it or not. Slowly pushing inch by inch inside you, is starting to hurt. You want to tell him to slow down and give you a moment to adjust, but the finger in your mouth makes that kinda hard.

You feel the familiar burn of something too big being shoved down one of your holes. You know John likes to punish you this way. You really should’ve seen this coming, when he suggested bondage.

You gasp, when he bottoms out. He is so much bigger than John. You can feel his dick so deep inside you, and the pain that comes with it. You never felt this full. It feels really nice actually.

He groans right into your ear, when he’s fully inside. And then he pulls it back out and slams it inside without any regard to you.

You can feel him everywhere. It makes your knees weak, but his hand gripping your thigh prevents you from collapsing onto the bed.

Then he starts really fucking into you. Slamming into your pussy with such a force, you can only let out ‘ah, ah, ah’ instead of real words. It does kinda feels nice, even though this is supposed to be a punishment. You don’t tell that of course in fear of this nice feeling stopping.

The big stranger then grabs your tied hands and pulls you back into him. In doing so, fully pushing his dick inside. And he just holds you like this; cockwarming him for a moment with your upper body hanging in the air. Your head drops down, while you breathe heavy. You feel his dick pulsing inside. He’s barely holding himself back from continue fucking you.

“Ya better not pass out, Love. I want ya fully awake for ya punishment”, you hear John say.

How long has he been sitting next to the bed in his favourite leather chair?

“Simon, keep goin’”, he says while pouring himself another Whiskey.

This is going to be a long night.