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sprout-fics · 2 months

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Oh my god, sprout pleeeeaaseeeeeeee give us biker simon smut 😭😭

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Your breath fans across your face, head tossed back and throat bared as you grip the handlebars of the motorcycle, feeling the low thrum of the engine under you. Leather, musk, motor oil and the scent of him clouds your senses, hands gripping tight just as he presses himself flush behind you, blanketing the massive form of his body across your spine. You can feel every low rumble from his chest, surrounding you in sync with the engine, masked nose pressing up against the junction of your jaw and neck as he breathes a low growl of praise there.

“Good.”

A bitten off little moan bubbles up your throat, brow pinched just as he nimbly rolls your clit between his leather gloved fingers. Your wetness clings to the pads, the graze of his touch firm, unyielding, shaping you always just how he wants you. Demanding, controlling, forcing you to yield with a gasp of his name and his dark eyes boring intent into your skin.

He has you against the seat of the motorcycle, where you’d teased him, asking if you could drive. You’d arched the curve of your spine, eyes twinkling as you’d gazed over your shoulder and had asked so prettily.

“Please?”

You thought he was indulging you when he’d gotten on behind you, turned on the ignition and felt the purr of the bike underneath you. Yet just as you’d gone to release the kickstand Simon had snaked his gloved hands around to your front, up under your shirt, down past your waistband. Bracing his head against the back of yours, he’d breathed you in, let the air settle low and dark in his chest and spoke in that purring, possessive voice of his that promised a dizzying desire.

“Be good.”

You turn your head back to him, seeking, a whimper of his name as you part your lips. He greets you, allows you to kiss him through his mask, keeping his eyes open all the while to witness the growing glossiness of your eyes that speaks of want, a need for him that burrows down into your bones and paints them obsidian.

He growls, rutting forward so you feel the bulge of him straining in his jeans, slotting himself against your ass just as his fingers press down harder. Electricity dances up your spine, escapes as a groan that spills against his lips. Ghost’s other hand cups you under your bra, switching between nipples that perk against his fingers, the blood rushing down to the exact press of his fingers against your clit.

“Please.” You ask again, trying to buck up against him, seeking more friction as the taunt of your release dances beyond your reach. Yet you know he’ll send you over the edge only when he’s good and ready, will mold you to his liking, drink you down like an addiction he can’t escape. Ghost always has you exactly how he wants you, forces you to bend and rewards you with your shivering climax and a desperate gasp of his name as your orgasm drags you under with its power. He’s drunk off the sight of you gasping, writhing, teary eyed under his touch. Tamed, he silently thinks, able to touch a wild animal and have it eat out of his bare palm even as you nip at his fingertips. He’s a force you can’t escape, succumb to willingly as you drown together, inescapable like the tidal locked orbit of the earth and moon.

“Look at you, sweet thing.” He purrs in your ear, and you can feel his smirk through the fabric of his mask. “Gonna cum just from my fingers?”

You nod, biting your lip, eyes closed as you rock against his hand, down onto the low vibration of the bike seat, back into the inescapable hold of him as he grinds against your ass.

“Clever girl, this is exactly what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Ghost asks, and when you don’t respond he pinches a nipple harshly so you gasp in agreement. “Maybe next time I’ll have you ride me on this, watch those pretty tits of your bounce on my bike.”

The thought alone makes you shiver, motion rippling up your spine as he huffs a pleased little sound against your bare throat. “Like that? Hmm, dirty girl.”

“Ghost-” You manage with a whine, face warm as you chase the tease of your orgasm. Yet Ghost is steady, methodical, circling your clit with a needed touch before pulling away, over and over again until you shake in his hold, whine and beg and desperately chase him only for him to press in behind you, rubbing his erection against your ass with a low, huffing groan.

“Or maybe I should fuck you.” He goes on, seemingly unbothered by your pleas. “Just like this, you bent forward as I stretch you around my cock.”

You groan openly at that, nodding enthusiastically, voice an endless series of groans, gasps, mewling as he takes his hand away from your tits and raises his gloved fingers to your parted lips. You take them in wordlessly, tongue lapping against the leather as tears bead in your eyes, desperate, needing the release he dangles in front of you.

“Would you like that, sweet girl?” He huffs, grinding forward, his warm breath fanning through the mask. “Have you clenching on me just like this?”

“Mm-” You nod around his fingers, and Ghost groans deep in his chest as the bike purrs under you both. He presses deftly against your clit, and you feel the throes of your orgasm reach closer just as he growls into the flesh of your neck.

“Wanna feel you cum, pet. Just like this.” He huffs, voice grinding deep into your skull like soot. “All over my fucking fingers. Go on, fucking cum for me.”

You try to speak around his fingers, gasping a word that sounds like “Simon” and instead opting to bite down on his leather fingers just as he rubs abruptly, harshly against your clit, summoning your release so quickly you hurdle over the edge, entire body seizing with the taut snap of your release. Your breath catches in your chest, heart hammering and brow scrunched as you buck forward. Ghost works you through it, growling praise into your shoulder just as he grinds against you.

“Good girl, good fucking girl, fucking mine, my good girl. That’s it, fucking cum for me-”

You whine as his touch begins to drive you into overstimulation, head falling forwards just as he pulls his fingers away so you gasp, spit connecting your lips to his glove. You gasp, shoulders trembling as he leisurely grinds against your ass, letting you catch your breath.

“I got you, love. Breathe for me, you’re alright.” He murmurs into your spine, softer now, indulgent in a way that betrays his utter affection.

You look at him over your shoulder, catching the blown pupils against his rust colored irises, breathing hard, eyes twinkling, pressing back against him. You grip the throttle under your fingertips, press it just to hear the engine purr under you both.

“Going to let me ride you too, Simon?”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x f! reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader

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skinnyazn · 1 year

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Texas Sun

Drabble that takes place after The Masks We Wear and In the Bleak Midwinter Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader (Jaguar) x Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish Chapters: 1/1 Notes: EXPLICIT SMUTTY CONTENT 18+, I was driving with the windows down, wind in my hair, sun baking me face, so obv I had to write a fic inspired by it, and the song Texas Sun, takes place after The Masks We Wear but also works as a stand alone, all u need to know is Soap overheard Ghost and Jag banging in Italy a while back, u knew Johnny was gonna make a love triangle appearance at some point, I churned this out today and don't have a beta reader so enjoy

In the Bleak Midwinter | The Masks We Wear| AO3 | MASTERLIST

Ghost watched you from the back seat of the GMV; his signature skull mask snug across his face and sharp eyes on you. The vehicle kicked up red dust as you drove. Off-road and hot and somewhere in the desert. Warm wind whipped through the truck—a respite as it rushed against your sweat-stained tank top. Soap was in the passenger seat, chatting away.

“Ahhh good shite. Nothin’ like a job well done, ey L.T.?”

Simon grunted in agreement.

“Not too bad yourself there, bonnie. Glad I finally got to see you in action on the field—now I see why Simon’s obsessed with you,” the Scot laughed as he looked at you with something of a twinkle in his eye.

“Nice to see I’ve converted you to the Domination of Jaguar,” you joked back.

“Didn’t have ta convert me. I’d have come willingly.”

“That’ll do.” Simon’s voice was a bit too loud, a bit too terse.

You glanced at him in the rear-view mirror. The orange sun glinted off your aviators.

He’d been acting short with you the whole day, which was surprising since the mission was executed perfectly. And jealous Simon was new. The Brit was usually great at keeping his emotions in line—especially on missions. But you’d be lying if you said this newfound possessiveness didn’t do things for you. Each bump along the rocky terrain made the hulking man shift in his seat behind you.

“Ack. C’mon, Ghost. Shouldn’t have kept the mic on if you’re the jealous type,” Johnny replied, all humor void from his voice. His mohawk ruffled in the wind.

Neither of you had brought up the fact that Simon left the coms on that fateful night in Venice.

His large hands spread you, sliding his fingers inside while he ate you from behind.

Thassit. Need you to come for me, doll.

It had become some unspoken thing between the three of you. It had changed the dynamic.

You’d always liked Soap. He was an easy guy to get along with and he placated Simon, which earned your respect. And besides, there was some kind of chemistry between the two as well, but you never pried. During your first stint with the 141, you were hardly close with Soap. There wasn’t the time to know him that well.

Then after the comms incident, the three of you became closer. Some triangle of tacit intimacy. Sometimes testing its boundaries—like Soap was doing today.

Simon shifted again in the back seat. His large frame took up most of the space.

“Safe-house’s just up ahead,” you broke the growing silence.

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The sun was dipping to the horizon when you pulled in.

“Hope this place has running water,” Johnny said as he hopped out of the vehicle, slinging his rifle into his hands. Everyone smelled of dust and grit and sweat.

He did a quick sweep of the shack while you and Simon grabbed the gear from the back of the GMV.

“Everything okay?” you asked, leaning against the metal beam of the truck.

His eyes raked you in. “You tell me.” It came out gruff as he grabbed a duffle and made his way to the house. Well. Guess that’s where the line was drawn.

Ragged curtains filtered in the golden hour lighting, bathing the inside of the shack in a sepia tone. You set the bags down on the floor next to the worn couch, sporing a little cloud of dust, and looked around. At least there were no bugs… that you could see.

Simon had stalked off to investigate the bedroom. Johnny greeted you again.

“Lassies first,” he said, gesturing to the bathroom.

You smiled, but looked back to find Simon.

“S’alright. I’ll go an’ talk to him,” he rested his hand on your shoulder. It was so warm.

Once inside, you turned on the shower and undressed; your skin was still hot from the sun. As you stepped under the tepid water, you couldn’t help but wonder what was bothering Simon. Obviously Soap’s comment didn’t help, but even before that he’d been in some kind of mood. The water ran over your face as the dirt dripped down your body and spiraled into the drain.

An unnecessary bang interrupted your thoughts as Simon swung the door open. He stepped in and began to strip off his clothes. You watched the beautiful man from under the spray of the shower. Watched the rippling of his muscles as he lifted his shirt—the scars that littered his pale skin shifting as he moved to undress, until he was left with only his mask. You got wet just looking at him; it never got old.

He was already half hard when he stepped into the shower, taking up most of the small space.

“Hi,” you breathed as his hands stroked down your body. He pressed his erection against your stomach. “Is this why you’ve been acting like an ass toward me all day?”

“Y’ave no idea, doll. Watchin’ you work in that outfit… does things to me, Jag.” He rutted up against you, needing the friction. So he was just horny.

You reached to raise the bottom of his mask, exposing his perfect lips. “Gonna waterboard yourself in this, baby.” But he towered above the spray of the showerhead.

It had become second nature now, wrapping your arms around his huge frame for leverage and kissing him. You tasted the salt from his lips as you laved your tongue against his. Simon’s hands reached down and squeezed your ass, then started stroking your clit and folds, pulling a moan from you.

“Johnny’s gonna join,” he said as he slid a finger into you.

“I—What?” but he slid a second in and started undulating and curling his fingers so sweetly inside that your mind went blank. You reached for his cock to regain some control of the situation. He was rock solid now. “T-thought you were jealous back in the car,” you managed.

Simon groaned into your mouth as you worked him just the way he liked. “Just wanted ‘im to shut up before I made you pull over and fucked you in the back seat.”

So he was really horny.

“Saying I should wear tank tops more oft—” but he silenced the tease as he quickened the pace of his fingers inside you, making your knees weak and brining a heat straight to your core.

At that moment, Johnny walked in, taking in the scene of you getting finger fucked by a very hard Simon.

“Steamin’ Jesus…” he exhaled, frozen in place. You turned toward him, looking him up and down with half lidded eyes and a slack jaw while Simon sucked at your neck and continued to work you. Johnny started stripping.

But Simon already had you pressed up against the shower wall and your orgasm on the brink. You watched as Johnny walked to you, planting soft kisses up your arm as he reached for your breasts.

“Christ, look at you. So pretty as you take him," he breathed. "This ok?” You nodded.

His calloused hands squeezed, thumbing over your pebbled nipples. This was really fucking happening. Seeing Soap naked and having his warm hands play with your tits while Simon worked your now soaked pussy so perfectly was all too much. Your eyes flicked back to Simon’s as he sped up the tempo, knowing you were about to break. An orgasm pulsed through you and you dug your nails into his tattooed arm and Soap’s back.

“Fffuck, Simon!!” you ground out, clenching against his fingers.

He stifled your cry with his mouth while you rode out your orgasm. It was a sloppy kiss; when he pulled back, saliva strung between both your lips.

“Take ‘er, Johnny,” he said hoarsely, as he turned you around. You barely had time to recover.

With Simon, you, and Soap inside, the shower was severely cramped. Soap was under the spray of the water now, while you rested your weight on him. Your legs felt weak after the orgasm, but his hands smoothed down your waist to steady you. Behind you, Simon patted his heavy cock on your ass.

“So pretty when you cum, Jaguar.”

You followed the stream of water that traced down the Scotsman’s body. He was stockier than Simon, with less scars and more hair. You reached for his bronzed cock—a stark contrast from Simon’s perfectly pink one. He was already throbbing.

“Ahhh Jesus,” he breathed as you started to pump him.

“Did you get this hard when you heard us fucking through the comms?” you slurred, placing kisses along his neck. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you bit softly into his meaty shoulder. He let out a sharp exhale and bucked into your hands.

“She asked you a question, Sergeant,” Ghost reached over you, thumbing Soap’s lips with his tattooed hand before sliding it into his mouth. You watched Soap suck as you squeezed the head of his cock—his precum dripped over your fingers.

Simon’s thumb made an audible pop as Soap pulled away and shook his head.

“Harder,” was all he said before taking Ghost’s thumb against the flat of his tongue again.

“You’re sick,” Simon breathed, but it was low and unravelled. And it clearly had an effect on your beast of a man because the next thing you felt was his cock pushing through into you, stretching you out so perfectly as it always did. You moaned and you pressed your forehead against Johnny’s chest.

The Scotsman reached for your hair, grabbing a fistful in one hand and pressing you firmer against him, while the other gripped Simon’s wrist. Your moans grew louder against Johnny’s chest while Simon fucked you hard, pushing deeper with each thrust. His right hand was leaving bruises on your hips with how tightly he was squeezing you.

You fisted Johnny cock with one hand while the other circled your clit.

“Jesus, Jaguar.” “Take me so fuckin’ good, luv.” The men said at the same time.

You couldn’t help but laugh before Simon picked up the pace and fucked the noise out of you; the sounds of your ass slapping against his massive thighs filled the small room. You weren’t going to last long.

Pumping harder, you used both hands on Soap’s cock now, trying your best to keep a steady rhythm while Simon pounded into you from behind. You burrowed into the crook of his neck, stifling your moans while sucking and biting at him. His hips were stuttering as he thrust into your hands. The water pulled your hair down.

“Jaguar I’m—feck,” Johnny thunked the back of his head against the shower’s tile. He let go of Simon’s arm and grabbed your face with both hands, crushing his lips against yours. His tongue vied for yours, kissing you open mouthed and messily, as his hot cum shot across your stomach. Johnny moaned against your lips as you pumped every last drop from him. You clenched around your lover.

Groaning, Simon took the opportunity to snake his free hand around and punish your clit, while sinking his entire length into you. It was his dirty little trick to always bring you over the edge immediately. Your legs buckled as another orgasm overtook you, but the men held you upright as Simon forced you deeper onto his cock. It felt like your organs were pushed into your throat. You cried in euphoria but no sound escaped as you rode out your orgasm on his punishing thrusts. With how tightly your pussy clamped around him, he finally released inside of you—biting into your shoulder as he filled you so full that he leaked out.

By the time everyone came down from their orgasms, the water had gone cold. It was a small miracle any of you were upright by the end of it. Johnny leaned against the wall, holding you to him as Simon slowly pulled out. Hot cum dripped down you leg and was washed away by the water.

“Jesus, Ghost, you made her bleed.”

Simon brushed the small beads of blood from the bite mark on your shoulder and placed his mouth over it, sucking softly. You moaned breathlessly into Soap’s neck.

“Sorry, luv."

Turning around, you rested your back flush against Johnny. Could feel his cock twitch as he reached around to caress your breasts. Simon closed the distance and kissed you, smoothing over the points of your hip bones with his thumbs. His mask was soaked under the water. Black streaks ran down his face from his eye makeup. And yet he still looked like the most perfect thing in the world.

“That’s okay, baby,” you sighed into his kiss. “Know how you can make it up to me.”

#kukukuku #my fics #my fic #Simon ghost riley #Simon ghost Riley x F! reader #ghost x jaguar #ghost x jaguar x soap #soap ghost #soapghost #cod fic #fan fiction #soap x fem reader #ghost x femreader #soap x you #ghost x you #oneshot

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deunmiu-dessie · 2 months

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!reader who decides that they want to try being on top for once and anchors their small hands on ghost's chest, bouncing sloppily on his cock and whimpering at his praise. “that’s it. good girl, just like that.” !reader who pants in small, short puffs, cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. !reader whose movements start to get slower just when they're on the brink of cumming. “ i c-can't, m’tired, si.” bf!simon who rumbles deep in his chest at your whiney complaint, "ah, fuckin' hell." bf!simon who grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into you, hard and fast, gravelly voice mocking. "look at you, can't even fuckin' ride me properly." bf!simon who simpers at your scrunched up face and bleary eyes, mouth open to let out pitiful sobs. "m' sorry, d-daddy--mmn!" he chuckles softly, "'s alright, pet. " ˙ᵕ˙

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒! ⁽ nsfw ⁾

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shotmrmiller · 1 month

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wait wait because imagine being a normal OF creator or a cam girl, just a small name nobody who does it for the sole purpose of getting through college. you keep your face out of everything, nothing in the background of any video of yours is personal, like once you get your degree this entire account is getting deleted and it'll be a thing of the past. (not that you're ashamed or anything. we respect sex workers of all kinds here)

and you plan on doing a different kind of video: one of you fucking yourself with a new, much bigger toy. usually you keep to the rabbits and bullets but following your friends advice, you fucking yourself on a dildo wouldn't be terrible.

plus you need it, sweetheart. when was the last time you even had a date?

bitch. (affectionately)

and as soon as you walk into your usual sex store, you double take. there is no, NO, way that is pornstar!ghost's dick you've just spotted as a dildo.

he's been your favorite pornstar long before you even started this side hustle. who in their right mind can resist that beast of a man with the mask and the tattoos and the heaving thing that's between his legs--

you take it home immediately.

it's almost sad how stupid you fuck yourself on it, cunt split open and dripping onto the floorboard for the internet to see but in that moment, you don't give a fuck.

you don't remember how many times you come that night nor how many viewers you had watching your puffy lips swallow "ghost's" cock whole, but come morning, you notice your bank account and it is padded.

PADDED.

one particular tipper was incredibly generous and they even left a message.

i'd love to see you do that on the real thing.

yeah, me too.

(whoever that is becomes a loyal follower who tips regularly.)

*screaming at the thought of simon getting himself off at your video. hasn't come that hard in months and that says a lot since he's yknow, a pornstar.*

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x f reader

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ghouljams · 12 days

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re: Ghost putting his full weight on you when he fucks you. Flipping you onto your stomach and squeezing your thighs together, pinning your legs under his hips, his thick thighs bracketing you as he pushes his cock into your dripping cunt. He'll lay himself on top of you, pushing his arm under your chest to squeeze your tits before his hand wraps around your throat. All so that he can feel you struggle under his weight, so that he can feel the way he dwarfs you, the way he can press his whole chest to your back and still need to tip his head to breathe in your ear. He'll coo at you to "lift your hips baby" but it's just to feel the way you squirm under him, so that he can hear you whine when you realize he has you pinned and at his mercy.

Such a sweet thing, always taking what he gives you without a fuss, turning your head with parted, panting lips, so he can push his tongue against yours. Animal, desperate, predator and his pretty prey.

#x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #mw2 ghost #ghost cod #f!reader

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yawnderu · 5 months

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''You're doing the thing!'' Your excited expression causes a small smile to tug at his lips, his warm hand pressing on the back of your head as he settles you down on his chest again.

''Don't know what you're talking about.'' He forces you to keep your head on his chest to stop you from seeing the way he's trying not to laugh, playing dumb.

''Go back to sleep, love. 'S making you delusional.'' You roll your eyes yet still decide to listen to him, letting your body relax and take in the warmth that comes from his bare body. You're about to drift off to sleep before you feel it against your cheek— his chest flexing, pecs tensing up and becoming more defined under his skin a few times until he releases the tension with a stifled chuckle as he feels you trying to look at him.

''You did it again!''

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rileyslibrary · 4 months

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After suffering a gunshot wound, you wake up in a hospital bed with Ghost sitting by your side. Unfortunately, the effects of anaesthesia leave you unable to recognise him and, worse, confuse him with someone else.

A/N: Fluff. Based on a request I received a while ago. Hope you like it, anon!

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A machine on your left beeps rhythmically. The taste of something metallic lingers in your mouth, and the iodine smell stinks your nostrils. Your eyes open slowly, but the bright ceiling light forces them shut again. You lick your lips and attempt to swallow a couple of times. Dry. Your mouth is dry. You need water. Your hand moves towards your face, but a low, raspy voice advises you against it.

“Careful now,” it says, and a hand gently grabs your wrist. “Don’t pull the IV off.”

You turn your head towards the figure beside you and squint. It’s a man, but your blurry vision doesn’t help you identify him. Your eyes travel to your wrist and focus on the closest part of him: a skeleton’s hand.

You try to shake your hand off his grip, but it turns out futile. Frustrated, you give up and raise your middle finger at him.

“Not my time yet,” you declare. “Fuck off.”

“Pardon?” he asks.

“Not ready to go yet,” you reply, tucking your middle finger in your palm and lifting it back up again. “And also, fuck off.”

The man releases your wrist, placing your hand gently beside you. He clears his throat and leans forward. Though your vision remains blurry, you spot what looks like a human skull with a hood over it.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asks, his tone softer.

“How am I feeling, love?” you repeat. “Did Hell improve their customer service?”

“I’m not-” The man begins but pauses. He sighs, shakes his head and rests his elbows on his thighs. “Never mind.”

“Where am I?” You ask.

“Hospital.” He replies. “You took a bullet.”

Directing your attention to your body, you feel a dull throb in your chest. You wince as your fingers brush against the bandages.

“You are joking.” You reply and slap your hand on the bed. “Why? How?”

“Well,” He says and tilts his head to the side. “You exchanged a few shots with the enemy, your gun ran out of bullets, his didn’t, and here we are.”

“My gun?” You ask, shocked. “I have a gun?”

“Several.” He nods.

“SEVERAL?” You shout. “Why would I possibly need several guns?”

“It’s your job, love.” He replies.

“My job is to have several guns?” you ask. “And shooting at people?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” he explains, “but it’s mainly for defence.”

“Well,” you shrug and wince at the pain. “Doesn’t look like I’m that good at defence—especially for having several guns.”

“I was really worr—”

“Water,” you interrupt and gesture at your mouth. “I need water.”

“Doctor said it’s not the time for water yet,” he replies.

“Why?” you ask, pretending to check a non-existent wristwatch. “What time is it?”

“No, love,” he replies and muffles a chuckle. “Doctor said you need to wait until you have some water.”

“You throw the ‘love’ thing a little too freely,” you mumble, licking your lips and lifting your index finger. “I’d be really careful if I were you.”

“Really?” he asks, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Why?”

“I,” you say and point at yourself, “got a boyfriend, thank you very much.”

“Oh,” he exclaims and tilts his head. “Is that so.”

“Yup,” you nod. “And he can kill you.”

“Can he?”

“Can?” You say, and a smug smile forms on your dry lips. “He will absolutely, one hundred and a thousand per cent kill you.”

“Is he that good?” He asks.

“I mean,” you shrug, motioning at the bandages on your chest. “He’s much better than I am.”

“Oh wow,” he exclaims and leans forward. “Is he as good of a boyfriend as he is a shooter?”

“Far from it,” you reply, letting your hand fall to your side.

The man doesn’t speak. He doesn’t seem that comfortable all of a sudden. He shuffles in his chair, trying to find a better position, and when he does, he clasps his hands together.

“Go on,” he finally says. “Spill it.”

“Ok, so,” you begin, “first things first, he doesn’t listen to me when I want to vent, and whenever he does, all he says is nonsense.”

“The lad gives you solutions,” he snaps, “and you call them nonsense?”

“I don’t want solutions, man,” you reply, shaking your head. “I want him to just listen to me.”

“Even if the solutions he provides are literally the answers to your suffering?”

“Even then.” You confirm.

“Gotcha,” he nods. “What else?”

“Oof,” you sigh, “how much time do you have?”

“I’m immortal,” he reminds you, “plus the next reaping is in five hours.”

“Oh boy,” you reply. “Business not going that well lately, huh?”

“Not many deaths to take care of,” he spits. “I guess some people could use some serious training when it comes to their aim.”

“Speaking of training,” you say, “he’s always at work and never spends much time with me.”

“The guy’s trying to spend as much time with you as he can, for fucks sake!” he shouts, throwing his hands up. “He even lied to get you on his team!”

“How do you know he put me on his team?” You ask.

“I keep a close eye on him.” He replies.

“What did he lie about?”

“Your precision in aiming,” he jokes and motions for you to continue. “Next one.”

“I can’t think of anything else,” you reply. “Other than he doesn’t say how much he loves me.”

“You’re having a laugh now, aren’t you?” He says, and his tone feels almost threatening. “He’s showing it to you daily; offering advice, keeping you close to him, even risking the possibility of being accused of nepotism for crying out loud! He doesn’t need to say it as well for you to know it!”

“It’s just nice to hear it sometimes,” you sigh and twist a thread from the bed sheet. You turn your head slightly toward him, and he lowers his head to the ground.

“How about you?” You ask. “You have a girlfriend?”

“I do,” he confirms.

“Shut up!” You shout, widening your eyes and immediately closing them back again. “Where did you guys meet?”

“Hell,” he replies. “Right in the pits of it.”

“How is she?” You ask.

“Perfect.” He states.

“Bullshit,” you murmur. “No one’s perfect.”

“She is to me.” He says, shrugging.

“Do you love her?” You ask.

“Absolutely,” he replies, nodding slowly. “One hundred and a thousand per cent I do.”

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simonzmama · 28 days

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sugardaddy simon??

simon spoiled you in all aspects of the word. bags, jewelz, shoes, clothes, everything. needed help with this? he’s gotchu mama, dw bout it.

such as now… maybe? his tongue curls against yours, the soft, pink muscle gliding across yours. his fingers slip under the lifting material of your pretty skirt, one he’d bought, one he put on you. he can hear the thuds of your heels slipping off your feet n onto the floor of the car, your thighs climbing to gain more leverage round him instantly.

“ya’ like it, hm?” he breathes into your mouth, referring back to the skirt. his free hand tangles into your hair, nails curling against your scalp as he pulls your head back, watching your neck strain and arch as you stare back at him lowly. the diamonds of your pretty necklace glint under the sun streamin’ into the car, n simon can just barely make out the SR engraved into the heavy sparkling crystal sittin just above the valley of your breasts.

“f-fuckin’ love it, baby,” you cry, your own hands fisting his shirt up. your hips drop, jaw falling open as your pretty cunt swallows him up.

your thighs smush fatty against his, the space in the car seemin’ to grow smaller n smaller by the fuckin’ second as sweat lines your forehead. your hands settle against the seat for balance, hips workin’ up a quicker pace, so desperate to milk this man fuckin dry, so desperate to get that sweet release you’d basically thrown a fit for.

you watch the lines in his aging skin crinkle, brows furrowing every so slightly and his lips all parted. simon can’t lie, havin a pretty young girl ‘round him made his lose his mind, n the fact you were always so desperate to please him made him fuckin’ highhh, euphoric to have to something so precious, so desperate.

“yeah, me fucking too,” he puffs, his fingers gliding up the soft length of your thigh before he’s flipping the front of that lil skirt up. his eyes fixate ‘emselves on the way his cock disappears deep within you. he can feel it too, that’s for damn sure.

his eyes goes rolling back, abs clenching under the lining of plush fat that sits atop ‘em. n with the way his belly’s starting to pull into taut knots, he’s starting to feel that thrill fill his veins again, surprised he’s even lasted this long.

“watch for the damn horn,” he scoffs, throat rolling in on itself as his eyes fog over in a thin trail of tears. “gonna have people linin’ up for they own turn.”

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dmitriene · 13 days

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bathing with simon riley, while sitting on his bulky lap and cockwarming him, his fat cock nestled inside your gummy walls and brush against your spongy spot with spontaneous throbs, feeling how your warm cunt pulse in response, tightening.

your soft, wet hands draw lines with your fingers along his broad back, along his spine, making simon shudder in response, burying his face more firmly against your shoulder, barely breathing with little puffs that stutter when his movements makes his cock glide against your cunts gooey insides.

his calloused palm lays between your hip and supple ass, not even digging, with his fingers twitching when he runs them over your soft skin, moving against your pubic bone and lower, before simon settles his touch against your puffy clit, brushing with little circles that makes you moan in his ear.

your warm breath scorches his ear with quiet and needy — “h-hmn, s-si!„ that paints his skin with pinkish flush, pressing his thick finger against your throbbing clit firmer, feeling how your viscous walls constrict around his meaty cock, the one simon starts to thrust in you slowly with little jerks of his hips.

his chapped lips brush against your shoulder, barely lifting his face as he litters your skin with little kisses, your fingers moving to tangle in his wet hair at the back of his neck, burrowing in the dark roots, as he whispers hoarsely — “so good to me, luv, so perfect'„ with his lips tracing path up to your neck.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

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celestialprincesse · 1 month

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If there's one thing that Simon loves about coming home from deployment, it's being able to absolutely spoil his girlfriend rotten. There's nothing quite like coming home with a pay check lining his pockets, and a sweet little bird chirping to him about the newest lipgloss, lingerie set or outfit she's seen online, trying to be subtle in the way she asks him to buy it.

Who's he to say no? Honestly, so long as he can follow her dutifully around Sephora, carrying her little basket and getting a good look at her ass, he really can't complain. Equally, he's more than fine with being a walking lipstick tester, making sure all of her chosen products are as transfer proof as the packaging claims them to be.

Admittedly, he does have to steer her away from the pet store, following a series of bunny related incidents which don't get brought up anymore. Thankfully, the Le Creuset store is only a couple of shops down, and have just restocked the pink, heart shaped Dutch oven she's been pining for, but absolutely cannot justify spending two hundred and something pounds on. He can though. He'll let money trickle through his fingers like sand so long as it means seeing her happy.

Lucky for him, she just has to express her gratitude for him buying her all of those lovely things. Said gratitude obviously expressed in bounding out into their bedroom as he sits reading the news in bed, wearing nothing but some little lace and silk teddy, which he can't wait to sink his teeth into.

a little something to apologise for my absence 🤭

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deunmiu-dessie · 2 months

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boyfriend!ghost who's just a little bit older. boyfriend!ghost who wears a black leather jacket. boyfriend!ghost who has a bad reputation. boyfriend!ghost who uses you to warm his bed. readers!mama who doesn't trust him. readers! mama who says, "he's only here for one thing," but, so are you. ˙ᵕ˙

"s'too big, si--!! wait!"

simon grips your chin and turns your head to face him, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips, thick cock spearing through your slick, gummy walls, his pierced tip nudging your spongey nerves. “you were jus' begging me earlier, hm? does it feel good sweetheart?”

your dripping cunt clings to him, a creamy ring of cum starting to form on his cock. you whine, lips parting and thighs shaking. your voice fails you, his cock bullying your cervix and punching the words from your throat, only a shamefully loud moan escapes your trembling lips.

simon snickers and covers your mouth with his hand. "don' want y'r mum to hear, do we?"

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shotmrmiller · 1 month

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being called simon's work wife by johnny is all fun and games til you start spotting the man you've never formally met in the corner of your eye.

imagine being told by a pig-headed superior to make yourself useful and go get him some coffee only to immediately start apologizing, words spilling out of his pathetic mouth like water because your johnny-proclaimed husband's looming right behind you in guard dog mode.

you mumble out a thank you, even though you're not sure what for and he just tugs your name tag.

no one talks to my wife like that.

(forget about trying to clarify that it's work wife, he's got selective hearing.)

i think it's cute til it's not. til you're at a bar, drunk, and he shows up and takes you home. you wake up in a bed that smells of gunpowder and carbolic soap, in a shirt 3x your size and a pair of oversized sweats. when you check your phone, your friend's text reads, your husband is a scary man.

(there's a fucking ring on your finger, too.)

#if you tell him you're calling the police #hes just #sweetheart i am the police now eat your breakfast #lmaoooo #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x f reader

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ghouljams · 17 days

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Simon Riley who settles his full weight on you when you open your arms to him. Who, without fail, will shove a thick thigh between your legs as you try to adjust to his weight. Who pushes said thigh just that bit harder against you when your hips shift, when you try to find a comfortable angle with your newly, forcibly, spread legs. Who curls over you like an animal, who makes sure you feel each little shift of your cunt against his thigh as you try to push him off. The layers of clothes you're each wearing mean nothing when you can feel the hard press of his cock against your hip, the aching needy heat between your legs. You may think you're being sneaky when you finally start to rub your clothed cunt against his firm thigh, but he can feel every little twitch from you.

"That's it," he'll tell you, "rub yourself dumb, wanna know that pussy's nice and wet before I break it open."

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #mw2 ghost #ghost cod #mild cnc #i been thinking about it #about ghost just using his bigness against you #its all cnc because what am i gonna do fight him???#not a cha ce #f!reader

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yawnderu · 9 months

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Sex Pollen — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

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"That's it, love..." Ghost growls out as he pushes your hips up and down slowly, your warm, wet cunt engulfing his thick dick as his hips thrust up to meet you halfway. Your womb is already full of his cum, yet Ghost is unable to stop, each orgasm seemed to just be making his cock harder and his balls tighter. Being all the way inside you felt too damn good.

"So pretty like this, sweet girl... like you were made to take my fuckin' cock all the way inside that tight little cunt." He muttered between clenched teeth, trying his best not to cum inside you yet. For the first time in his life, Ghost was willingly having sex, and oh God, he can't believe he has been missing out on this. His thrusts were slow and deep, making sure to put your pleasure before his, hitting all the right spots with his fat cock.

"Ghost...—" His name being moaned out by you felt like music to his ears, his eyes narrowing slightly as his grip on your hips got tighter, pushing you faster up and down his dick as your tight walls gripped him, a mix of your cream and his cum coating his length, making a ring on the base of it. Though his face was concealed by the balaclava, you can see his expressive eyes focused completely on your face, basking in the pretty faces you make when you're cock-drunk. You already forgot how many orgasms he's pulled out of you, yet it all feels too damn good to ask him to stop, even when your cunt is abused and fucked-out.

"Fuck— angel, let me cum in you." He pleads for your consent, just as he did the last four times he came inside. "Want to fill you up so good, baby, please." Ghost's eyes roll to the back of his head as you give him your approval, groaning and grunting as he begins to thrust harder and deeper into you, his gloved hands pulling your hips all the way down so his cock is completely inside you as his thick, warm cum fills your womb up.

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kiyinian · 2 months

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Part one

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

Ex-husband Simon who: Didn't leave your side when you said you were pregnant, who went to see you every day, even if those visits were after his work, in the middle of the night.

Ex-husband Simon who: Made video calls to you when he couldn't show up at your house, talking to you and the children, asking you multiple times if you were okay. Most of the time he listened to you talk about your day, he listened until you fell asleep on the other side, and he watched you sleep for a while. When he saw that you were safe and well, he would whisper goodnight and I love you, hoping that you would somehow hear it.

Ex-husband Simon who: Always found a way to go to all your appointments, just as he had done with your other times when you were pregnant. Every month he would go with you for a check-up, he could even play the tough guy, but he couldn't hold back the tear that formed in the corner of his eye when he heard the little ones' heartbeat. His own flesh and blood.

Ex-husband Simon who: Cried his heart out when he found out he was going to be the father of two girls, feeling nervous at the same time. At the ultrasound, he held your hand so tightly, his other hand stroking your hair as you watched your girls. He couldn't have been happier, and even happier that you were carrying his children once again.

Ex-husband Simon who: Almost committed a traffic accident when one of your kids called him, the little one saying that you weren't feeling well. He drove as fast as he could to your house, his hands shaking as he went to look for you. It was even worse when he found you pale, almost falling to the ground, probably a drop in your pressure. But it was enough to keep him up all night.

Ex-husband Simon who: Wouldn't take no for an answer when you told him he didn't need to move in with you, that you could manage on your own. But how? A whole house to look after, children, pregnancy. No, it was too much. You didn't have to deal with it on your own when he was around. So despite your protests, the next day he showed up with his suitcases, ready to move in with you once again.

Ex-husband Simon who: Did everything in the house, he didn't let you lift a single weight, he didn't even allow you to spend much time walking back and forth. You were pregnant, getting bigger and bigger, all you had to do was relax. The rest he did without complaint. Although he did burn the food, most of the time.

Ex-husband Simon who: Never ignored your cravings, no matter if it was late at night, or early in the morning, he would buy you whatever you asked of him. Even if it meant going out in the middle of the night to buy some random flavor of ice cream, he didn't care, as long as he could see you satisfied.

Ex-husband Simon who: Bought all the baby's utensils together with you, from the crib to the clothes, bottles, pacifiers, whatever you wanted to buy, he would go with you, and pay for everything, of course. Always buying toys for your other children, too. And he'd always buy whatever you wanted or needed, he'd never forget you.

Ex-husband Simon who: Surprised you by preparing the babies' nursery with everything you had bought, he renovated an entire room to make it fit for the arrival of the girls, and he also made some changes to the little ones' room, giving it to them as a gift.

Ex-husband Simon who: Watched you every night, waiting for you to fall asleep, keeping a watchful eye in case you needed something, anything. He was willing to help you with simple things, even if you needed help going to the toilet, if you had a craving, he was there for you. Once he saw you already asleep, curled up in the sheets, cuddled up with your comforter, he would go over to you and give you a kiss on the forehead, whispering I love you, and silently praying that you would respond with an 'I do too'.

Ex-husband Simon who: Agreed to spend the whole night by your side, comforting you after you had a terrible nightmare involving the children. He lay next to you as you asked, gently wrapping his arms around you and hugging you, kissing you on the cheek and calming you down.

Ex-husband Simon who: Felt his heart skip a beat when you told him you loved him and needed him, and that you wanted him to move back in with you and the children permanently. You didn't have to ask him twice, because he was absolutely sure that he would come back to you whenever you wanted him to.

Ex-husband Simon who: Couldn't contain the urge to kiss you, to touch you, just hearing you say you loved him, was enough to ignite a hot flame in him. In a matter of seconds he had his hands all over you, once again claiming what was surely his.

Ex-husband Simon who: Slowly pushed you to the side, spooning you from behind, his lips on your neck as he slowly entered you, pampering you with little kisses here and there. He made love to you so gently, in such a loving way, thrusting into you nice and deep, just the way you liked it. He'd be fucked if he didn't make this night with you count, he did everything the way you loved it, just to hear you begging him for more and more. He wasn't going to let you out of his arms that night.

Ex-husband Simon who: Woke up before you, ready to make breakfast for you and the children, but all his plans went up in smoke when he heard you give a little gasp, whispering that your water broke. He panicked.

Ex-husband Simon who: Knew it was your third pregnancy, but he couldn't control the adrenaline when you went into labor, it was always like the first time. He didn't waste much time and took you to the hospital, praying to whatever God up there that everything would work out.

Ex-husband Simon who: Stayed by your side throughout your labor, holding your hand while whispering sweet words in your ear, he didn't care how hard you were squeezing his hand, it even hurt, but he wanted to do the best he could to help you. It was desperate that he couldn't do anything for you, but his ears focused on the sound of crying that echoed through the hospital room, the first girl had come out, healthy and well. After some more time, thank God, the other little one came out healthy too.

Ex-husband Simon who: Cried inconsolably while holding one of the girls in his arms, rocking her while looking at her with all the tenderness in the world. She was so beautiful, so reminiscent of you. His heart beat so fast as he saw one of his little girls, his little daughter. Just as he didn't leave your side, watching you breastfeed the other little one. He tried to stop himself from crying even more at the sight.

Ex-husband Simon who: He won't leave your side, ever, not even if you asked him to. Especially now that your family was even bigger, he knew the responsibility that would come with two small children, but he also knew that every night awake would be worth it. Just as he wouldn't give up until he put a ring on your finger once again.

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