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just thinking about how big simon riley is.
like him fucking you in missionary; the way his shoulders completely block your field of vision and his large hand planted right by your ear dwarfs your own by the masses. his meaty, veiny arm leading up to his panting chest, usually pressed fully against your own as it gets him so worked up to feel your tummy and tits, hard nipples and soft skin grazing his calloused build. the big man comes with big scars!!
speaking of scars, he gets so fucking weak in the knees and heart when you pay attention to his various marks scattered on him. he never tells you the full storiesārarely even a spec of the truth, most oftenābut he still gets a little flustered when you kiss them better.
simon can usually hold it together, but sometimes (all the time) he gets sooo hard and blushy when you touch and squeeze his biceps and feel up his abs. call him your strong and impressive man and heāll have you on your hands and knees in the matter of seconds, shoving his dick in you from behind to cover up how pink his cheeks turned.
he loves coming up behind you in the bathroom while youāre getting ready, putting on your pretty lipgloss or adjusting the bow in your hair while he watches through the mirror like a quiet, curious dog.
seeing how the width of your shoulders only reach his pecs when youāre centered at his front, and christ, the height difference.
placing his large palms on your hips, one up them maneuvering to flatten out on your tummy and pull you further into him. he wraps his arms around your entire frame for the tightest bear hug ever.
call him clichƩ, but he has such an evil habit of comparing your hand sizes. it turns him on and makes you giggle, each and every time.
the one time you asked him to slip his arm around your waist and head in the crook of your collar for a mirror picture had resulted in your neck being sandwiched between his bicep and forearm, and long lasting marks on your hips from where they hit the counter repeatedly as he fucked you hard in a chokehold.
you just get him so riled up! but itās okay, because he kissed your temple a lot throughout and afterwards apologized with cuddles for ruining your nice outfit and makeup <3
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ex-boyfriend simon riley making you admit you still love him if you wanna cum <3
he can be such a jerk sometimes! calling you up one evening, claiming he was just wanting to check in on you and how you know how overbearing protective he can be sometimes, acting surprised when you snapped at him barely after his greeting.
āwhat has you so frustrated, hm, dove?ā¦ christ, can practically feel you seethinā through the screen.ā
you bit your tongue and gave him the truth over the phone; how he shouldnāt be calling you without warning like this considering youāve broken up, and itās inappropriate to be labeling you those sweet pet names you unfortunately and unknowingly still adore deep down.
how you donāt appreciate his abrasive bluntness, then again, he should know very well that you never have liked that part about him.
you told him the truth, though you couldnāt be entirely honest with him, in the sense of how fucking needy youāve become with his absence. for touch and care, proximity and security, and all that.
but you are over him, undoubtedly, and you let him know that.
āyeah, baby, whatever you sayā¦
ā¦bet you rub that little cunt raw every night thinkināve me.ā
and that shut you up quick.
he hummed in understanding, like your silence was readable.
āpoor girl probāly hasnāt had any proper attention since iāve been goneā¦ shame such a pretty thing has to be so neglected, eh?ā
butterflies invaded your tummy at the compliment, and you cursed yourself for your hasty, blind acceptance of it. but you can't blame yourself; what girl wouldnāt at least begin to crumble at that voice?
āiām right, yeah?ā he taunted, and it almost made you sick when you caught yourself rubbing your thighs together at his meanness.
ācāmon, sweetheartā¦ you know you can be honest wiā me.ā
and god, was his cocky tone so infuriating; you wanted to reach through the phone and slap his smug face straight for overstepping your relationshipās boundaries so blatantly, and with such a deeply rooted nonchalance in his voice that always had you heated and wet.
āsay the word, ānd iāll come over and fuck you right now.ā
ā¦which is why you had eventually asked him oh, so nicely:
āplease..?ā
you could practically hear the shit-eating grin on his face, followed by the faint noises of boots hitting hardwood floor and then the clicking of a doorās lock, the obnoxious ringing of keys clanging together.
ājust give me ten minutes, doll.ā
and now, as he bullies and buries his cock deep in your warm cunt, reaching all those sweet spots you or another man could never even come close to, you canāt really think much of his misbehavior.
truthfully, you canāt think much of anything at all, at the moment.
he had teased you prior to finally managing his way inside you, for god knows how long. his mouth, his fingers, his cockhead; all had brought you to the edge rather quickly, over and over after each other, but he was yet to give you that final push.
he puts his full bodyās weight on you, strong pecs pressed up against your heaving, sensitive tits, and his stubble tickling your neck unceasingly. you canāt stop squirming and writhing beneath him, and his hot groans right up against your skin arenāt helping, either.
itās always been a feat taking his cock, being crammed in your precious cunt almost every night when you two were together, but now itās been weeks, and you nearly forgot just how big he was.
you missed it, admittedly. all of it; the veins and ridges, the unforgiving stretch. the slight twinge of pain he always hushed with his fingertips pressing your swollen, little clit, or a calloused thumb shoved between your puffy lips to suck on and drool over to distract yourself.
you missed his stamina, his libido. most striking of all, his selflessness in the entire act. heās a soldier, he serves you right. most times.
āfuckinā christ, sweetheartā¦ missed this tight, messy thing wrapped āround my cockā¦ practically stranglinā me ān with no remorse, eh?ā
shit, and you missed his dirty talk most of all.
āgonna fill this pretty, little pussyā¦ keep āer happy all night, make up for lost time with my girl.ā he wraps his hand gently around your jaw, making your eyes meet his. āyouād like that, wouldnāt you?ā
you nod frantically, swallow as best you can, before sucking in a breath. āyeahā yes, please, siā¦ i-i want it really badā¦ please.ā
he kisses your lips with a smile, and then all over the side of your face, up to your forehead. he just canāt seem to stop kissing you.
ātell me, sweetheart. yāwanna cum, too?ā
āi do, siā! i really, really do- fuck, please?ā you beg and beg, and as much as it turns him on, digs at his heart to just give in, he sticks to his guns and merely adds:
āthen say the words, pretty girl,ā he coos, making you whimper in frustration. āthatās it, yāknow what i wanna hear.ā
you huff a whine in response, albeit your breath is strangled when he doesnāt halt his movements for even a second.
you really, really donāt want to give him the satisfaction.
heās nearly panting himself, big chest and even bigger shoulders rolling upwards with every thrust. āyāaināt cumminā til i hear you say it, baby. cāmon, now. jus' admit it, that you still love me.ā
he buries his cock to the very hilt, taking your slackened jaw tighter in his hand as he watches your eyes grow even hazier from his pelvis rubbing up against your vulnerable, needy clit. the stern look he gives you tells you he's serious about his last statement, but you'll later swear you sensed a bit of sadness, even despair in his expression.
āi loveāā you choke on your own breath, desperate to sputter out the words. āi love you, siā¦ā
and he practically has hearts in his eyes. āyou mean it?ā
āyesā! yes i do, i promise i still love you, please,ā you spill, sounding closer to a temper tantrum than anything. ājust lemme cum, please, siā¦ really need it, please, i-iāve been good...ā
he hums lowly, contented, satisfied for once. as if those three words themselves ā i love you ā are the ones actually stroking his fucking cock. his ego maybe, youād think, but jesus.
if you knew just how badly off he was beforehand, you never wouldāve let him get this cocky and in control.
ālove you too, sweetheart.ā he kisses your puffed out lips, wipes a tear you hadnāt even noticed was trickling down your cheekbone. āalways been my good, patient girl, havenāt ya?ā
you nod once more, pinched brows and bleary eyes doubling in severity at his soft tone. simon praising you and being so, so uncharacteristically sweet has always made you fawn after more, even now. especially now.
āthaās right, baby, youāre my good girlā¦ now do me a favor and cum on my cock for me, yeah? lemme feel every last bit of ya.ā
he ultimately resumes moving inside you, and it makes you wonder when he ever even stopped. your brain shuts off when he snakes a hand between your bodies, smoothing over your tummy before his middle and ring fingers quickly find your tortured, little bud. pressing hard, making you writhe with oversensitivity.
he works you over the edge diligently, and embarrassingly fast on your part, taking into account just how long he had edged you for. the sight and sweet noises you make are a dream; a reality he awfully missed, and something no other girl could compete with.
"that's it... easy, sweetheart," he coos softly.
he gives you a moment to come down from your high, softly palming your throbbing cunt to assist in grounding you, but you're barely able to finish catching your breath before he's doing it all over again! resuming flicking at your clit, rubbing you harshly and overstimming you enough to make you fruitlessly jolt and cry out beneath him.
he frowns down at you, damn-near condescending. "again, for me?"
you twitch and moan relentlessly as he gradually coaxes another orgasm from your tuckered body, his cockhead hitting that part deep enough inside you to make you see stars, his hard abdomen pressed against your tummy making the pressure of it all skyrocket tenfold.
the sensation of you finishing around his length once more has him barreling into his own orgasm, and soon fucking his pent up cum deep into your cunt with a few hard thrusts and a grumbled, broken groan right at your temple.
endless praises spill from his lips as everything becomes a blur for you; from the moment he's pulling out of your used cuntācrawling down and giving it and your pretty tits a couple sloppy kisses before briskly redressing himselfāto being coddled in bed and squished between his muscular arms and torso.
he holds you so close to him that it makes you wonder why, or even how you could ever turn your back to it. he truly makes you feel like a spoiled doll in this sort of space. a doll with shaky legs, ruined makeup, and half a conscious.
"remind me why we broke up again?" he chimes.
you groan aloud, burying your face somehow further in his chest. "shut up, simon."
he laughs softly, pestering you with even more quick kisses, one after another to the crown of your skull. large hands rubbing up and down your back, moving to knead at your ass and thighs for a short moment. he just loves touching you so much.
ācāmon, pretty girl. letās go get you cleaned up,ā he mutters with an exhale. "how's a hot bath sound?"
you have no time to interject, other than a displeased pout and shake of your head, before youāre being hoisted up on your wobbly legs, then swept up and carried to your restroom when you couldnāt even make it three steps before your knees began to buckle on you.
youāre dizzy, utterly dazed and half asleep as he bathes you. making sure you donāt lift a finger as he works, treating you as nothing less than a princess. your loosened muscles somehow melt even more with his precise touch and strength, and you remember just how much you love being turned utterly numb and dependent on him.
youāre pretty sure you fell asleep the moment you were wrapped in a warm towel, pulled into the strong embrace of his meaty arms, but something he said moments beforehand had stuck with you.
āhey,ā he whispered, soapy hand turning you to face him. he leaned in and kissed the area between your brows. āiāll be better this time.ā
āyou promise?ā you mumbled. your head fell atop your knees, arms wrapped around your legs and keeping them close to your body.
your extended pinky finger made him chuckle a bit, and he quickly looped his own around yours. solidifying his words. āpromise.ā
#he will in fact not be better!#because he is a man.#but i luv him anyway :3#cod mw#simon riley#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#ghost x female reader#simon riley smut#ghost smut
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kƶnig always takes his time prepping his girl to take him. he spends the better part of an hour on his stomach or knees, licking and lapping at your pretty pussy ātil you cum on his tongue, many times. just to crawl back up so he can sweet-talk you into a couple more orgasms, delving his fingers into your dripping seam for the same, long amount of time. only after, will he finally fuck you with his cock.
at least when heās living at home, anyways.
but when heās been gone for upwards of a month or few, just now seeing you for the first time since his departure? christ, heās utterly desperate. ripping your panties down your thighs so quickly you hear a tearing noise in the fabric, barely making it to your knees before heās rushing to have his big head beneath your sundress. wasting no time in devouring you limp and swollen, cramming his fingers in without warning to make you cry out in surprise, pumping them in and out feverishly as he sucks on and tongues at your little clit.
itās a bit painful at first, thatās a given, but you quickly become relaxed and dulcet by the time heās coaxing out a second load, the first one already fucked deep inside you and coating his cock in a creamy sheen. youāre lucky he finishes quick after such a dry spell.
he feels bad afterwards, and he always tries to make it up to you as best he can; from the moment he pulls out before lowering himself to watch his pearly cum drip from your precious pussy, leaning in and eating it out of you, to the many days that follow. like, major princess treatment. nonstop kisses and praises; heās at your beck and call. itās all absolutely, without a doubt, crucial to his and your routine. <3
#heās so big i wanna chew on him#cod mw#kƶnig cod#kƶnig x reader#kƶnig x female reader#kƶnig smut#cod smut
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EVIL BOOP >:(
HEHE I LOVE EVIL BOOPING. im gonna evil boop u all (w/ love <3)
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booping u SO HARD rn bc iāve found ur blog and will promptly be DEVOURING everything youāve ever written bc im so in love w ur writing and w simonššš„°
OMG HI this is so sweet! i fell in love with this post of yours when it was first posted and i noticed you said it was your first call of duty fic, so iām really excited to see whatāll come next!! booping u and kissing u 100x harder rn <3
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simon taking care of his sergeant by eating her out when she gets desperate, finger-fucking her to satiate her needs before they begin clouding her judgement on the field. because heās a good lieutenant.
but sometimes, once sheās all tuckered out and content, heāll just get so worked up from the sight and be forced to jerk off right in front of her pussy. hot strings of cum landing on her twitchy clit heāll have to clean off with his tongue again afterwards as he just has so much respect for his teammate, never actually putting his dick in her because somehow that is where they would be crossing the line; a line he so badly wants to tear in half, but could never outright ask for.
#idk i need him#cod mw#simon riley#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#ghost x female reader#simon riley smut#ghost smut
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Your last ask about hungry simon and eating your leftovers just warmed my heart!
Like he would have a field day with me cause I can't eat much in one sitting but get hungry easily and sadly get sick fast if I can't eat.
Just Imagine him always having safe snacks on hand and loving strolling around and getting snacks from vendors and such and he just gets more than half of everything cause you get full so fast
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You're always cooking for a football team portion wise and and and him praising the food and just really loving it (not me with a praise kink) and you're just glad it doesnt go to waste and he gets to feel full and satisfied
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honestly!! simon has to carry snacks around with him twenty-four/seven. like, bag of pretzels being dwarfed by his giant palm while heās walking around the house, emptying a large bag of beef/steak jerky every day and a whole carton of eggs every two days.
being eyed by the employees of a store while you try on clothes because food and drinks arenāt allowed in store yet none of the staff want to be the one to confront the six-foot-four, intimidating, hulking man with an apple in his hand as he watches you do a twirl for him.
and youāre so real for the last part! si has manners, undoubtedly, and he wonāt hesitate to let you know how much he appreciates you and your hard work; heād be such a fool not to.
just walking into his home office while heās working at his desk, bowl of cut up strawberries and kiwis in hand for him to munch on as you find your place in his lap, possibly for a quick nap. bonus points if you cut the fruits up into little shapes or cover them in melted chocolate.
he gives the best hugs; itās a given, considering his mass, and he could never say no to the sensation of your arms wrapped around his neck, pretty face buried in his collar, and the calming rhythm of your breathing against his chest reminding him that he could use a break, too.
he loves the effort you put in for him when he doesnāt even ask, and he always makes sure to pay you back for it. sometimes it tugs so severely at his heartstrings that, despite never wanting children or anything of the sort, he suddenly wants to make you a parent. only with him, and so fucking bad that it makes him sick.
but anyways my american brain is taking over and imagine going to a state fair or carnival with him, or just any theme park in general. you know heās already getting in line for a vendor while he still has the priorās food in his hand. the idea of him carrying around one of those ginormous turkey legs is so silly to me.
youāre going home with the half-dozen giant stuffed animals he won for you at the shooting games while heās balancing two funnel cakes and an elephant ear in one hand, and your bag, filled with various sweets and memorabilia, in the other as you hike back to the car.
also, in my mind retired simon would still work as a consultant on a nearby military base a few days of the month or whenever heās needed, and now iām thinking about packing him nice lunches for those days, and how absolutely adorable he finds it. heās glad he still has his own desk because the little love notes you leave in his box quite literally have his heart racing and knees buckling.
guys the demons are winning and now i canāt stop thinking about how good of a (girl!) dad he would be. iām in shambles.
#love letters <3#help me#cod mw#simon riley#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#ghost x female reader
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Do you know what is my love language? Men (Simon) eating my leftovers so I donāt feel guilty wasting it :) I can make as much as I desire and there wonāt be anything left to throw š©
this is so real!! this simon loves leftovers with all his heart.
that man is literally a vacuum. like, if you two had a dog and you ever fed him/her dinner scraps under the table, simon would deadass get jealous. as if he hadnāt just finished his third serving of the night.
usually he finishes everything, but two, three times a week youāll wake to an empty bed at a strange hour, when itās still pitch black outside. trudging downstairs to be met with the bright kitchen lights flicked on, and simon sat at the island counter or couch, munching on whatever was shoved into the refrigerator after your tasty dinner.
sometimes heās watching tv, other times heās working on those tedious tasks he saves for when heās not in your presence and spending quality time with you. either way, you know heās snacking.
you always curl up to his side in these instances, grumbling sleepy blurbs and wound up falling back asleep on the couch ātil morning.
but also heās so insatiable at restaurants most of all. heāll down his entire plate before youāre barely getting started on yours, and youāre lucky if youāve made it halfway through your meal before heās ordering a second dish. itās a miracle how fast his metabolism is.
whether youāre too full, not hungry, or simply donāt like the food, his chest always swarms with love when you push your plate towards him or tell him to take the side items for himself. he does it every time, very happily, no questions asked; thereās not a single picky bone in his body, and itās practically routine for you two at this point.
he ends up ordering a second dish anyway, to go. he also never passes up on dessert, and will never not drag you along with him.
this man is walking life support for those whose love languages are gift giving and/or acts of service. baking him brownies would actually resuscitate me. iām gonna gnaw on him like heās a dog bone.
#love letters <3#im so down bad for him#cod mw#simon riley#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader
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āwhyāre you beinā so snappy today, sweetheart?ā
genuine concern laces simonās voice as the mattress dips beneath you with his added weight, but itās still not enough to knock you from your bratty state. sat at the head of your bed with your knees bent together in front of you, arms crossed over your chest, a pouty look on your face that hasnāt changed since you woke up that morning.
his hand slips up your calf and his other follows suit on your other leg not long after, and youāre still ignoring him. maneuvering themselves to the backs of your knees, making you huff out a frustrated sigh.
āstill not gonna talk to me?ā he frowns, calloused fingers abandoning your knee-socks and making their way up your bare thighs. his skin is cold, freezing against yours, and your breathing hitches when the rough pads creep upward past the end of your skirt.
you shake your head, refusing to meet his eyes and unrelenting with your behavior, and heās forced to keep prodding; continue pushing forward, see how long you can keep up the facade until youāll be whining and writhing and rightly fixed under him.
his digits graze your upper thighs, trickling inward to where youāve always been the most sensitive, and he tugs at the lacy material of your panties ā twice, before pulling them tight against you.
a small whine unexpectedly falls from your lips.
and, oh, heās got you.
āmy poor babyā¦ā he coos. the second his hands emerge from beneath your skirt, your eyes snap open, surprised heād tease you in such a mean way. his large palms move back to encase your knees; gradually guiding them to part, gentle as you go so pliant for him.
ājust a troublesome, little thing, arenāt ya?ā
your grumpy pout turns to a sad, desperate one, and he hums in sympathy. he knows you donāt mean to be like this.
he reaches forward again, this time his knuckles finally making contact with the soaked center of your panties, and you gasp aloud. his touch is still light though itās enough to make you deprived.
āyāneed me to help ya rub one out, hm? is that it?ā
and finally- finally, you give in to simon. nodding your head, eyes all watery when a tear falls to your puffy cheek, and murmuring soft pleas that entirely contradict the you from a mere minute ago.
he grins proudly; no matter how difficult you may be at times, heāll always break through it. pull his sweetheart from whatever depths of ill-behavior she fell into, reset that little brain for the better.
āitās alright, dovie, iāve got ya. just let me take care of you.ā
his hand dips between your skin and the fabric of your panties, careful as he inches closer to your heat, and you give him full reign.
because thatās what heās there for; to take care of you, of course.
#erm i have nothing else to post#(i have 96 drafts)#cod mw#simon riley#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley smut#ghost smut#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x female reader#simon riley x female reader
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soft-tummy simon riley save meā¦ cause you cannot look at that man and tell me he doesnāt love to eat!! like, a constant snacker. and his heart absolutely swells when you indulge so heavily in his needs.
itās practically his love language, to scarf down anything you put on the table in front of him, and you can certainly tell since now heās not nearly in the same shape as he was when you found him.
he likes to think youāve fixed him in a way; spending his evenings cuddling in bed for hours on end with you, rather than heading to the gym for the second time that day to burn off dinner. thanking you for the savory meal with kisses all over instead of fighting off the impulse to purge his usual bland chicken breast and vegetables every night.
and it all hits him far, far deeper than just his gut; feeling it in his heart more than the soft layer of fat blanketing his tummy he has to see in the mirror every morning. just the fact that a sweet thing like you wants to take care of him, ensure he eats plentiful yet still healthy for his work, has him whipped. showering him with endless i love youās and praising him all up and down until his cheeks tint a light, flustered pink and his dick gets achingly hard in his pants.
he wonāt pretend the change was easy on him, seeing the clean-cut abs and fit appearance that made him feel young fade away the further you got into your relationship, but heād also be a filthy liar if he said he didnāt prefer the pros to his current build way more.
simon begins wearing shirts less around the house on his lazy days, at your lovely request of course, and it does feel quite freeing. especially when heās able to come up behind you in the kitchen, cage you in with his burly arms, bend you over the counter and fuck you senseless because part of the deal was that his shirts would go to you, and with nothing but your lace panties on underneath.
he canāt help but get riled up seeing you walk around like that, and youāre no saint either when you catch a glimpse of his broad chest and relaxed, pillowy belly as he reads the morning newspaper. you tend to drop to your knees and tug at his boxers faster than he can even greet you properly, showing him just how much you love him.
he loves eating you out more than anything, especially with a full tummy after a late meal. youāll take his and your empty plates to the kitchen to clean up, but youāre being bent over the counter before you can even wipe it down!! and squealing his name in surprise wonāt stop him, nor will your giggles as heās lifting the skirt of your dress to reveal your pretty ass, getting down on his knees and delving right in.
dragging his tongue through your drenched seam, grinning softly against your skin when you jolt and whine out of sensitivity. tongue-fucking your pretty, tight hole only for a moment before heās returning to messily play with your swollen clit.
and you just know itās entirely selfish, simon not even paying mind to the way your legs shake and relentlessly convulse and you can barely stay still because his stubble is unceasingly tickling your inner thighs. making you cum until you canāt anymore, and heās happily forced to carry your numbed, twitchy body to bed so you can catch your breath and rest while he finishes up the chores.
would probably send you off by say something clichĆ© about you being his favorite dessert. heās so stupid when heās horny.
simon is weak for when you ride his stomach, with both his hands planted firmly on your hips as you rub your bare pussy back and forth on his hard abdomen. his hidden muscles become more apparent the longer you go at it and the harder he holds you down, little whimpers spilling from your puffy lips as the light hairs coating his tummy create just the perfect amount of friction to your poor, little clit for that hot, familiar sensation in your lower belly to bubble up.
your hands clawing at his chest and shoulders, leaving lines and crescent indents in his skin that soon turn red in their wake, and the pain only turns him on more, his cock excruciatingly hard, long hums of pleasure omitting straight from his throat as he grits his teeth.
āyeah, thatās it, sweetheartāthereās my dirty girl. jusā keep goinā for me now, donāt stopā¦ make yourself cum without me touchinā you down there, ānd then iāll fuck you real nicely after. alright, princess?ā
and you soon follow through with just that, nodding decorously with tears welling at your eyesā waterlines before youāre lurching forward, crying out his name. thighs giving out and fighting to ride out your orgasm, where simon then saves you with his attentive grip on your hips, finishing the job for you rather recklessly.
āgood fuckinā girlā¦ yādid so well for me, love,ā and every other gruff, dragged word of praise in his vocabulary echos in your fuzzy mind as you come down from your high.
youāre still catching your breath, fulling laying on his chest by the time heās inching you backwards whilst taking his hard dick out from his boxers. lifting your weak hips for you as he whispers small, reassuring hushes right by your ear, soothing your winces as he fully sheathes you on his thick cock, inch by fucking inch.
he fucks himself up into you, not daring to make you overwork your body anymore, and he handles you so delicately you could almost fall asleep on his mattress of a body. you crumble to pieces with the vibrations of his chest from his unending groaning, the feeling of his veiny and rough cock stretching and filling you to the brim almost becoming minute compared to the sleepiness washing over you.
āthere ya go, prettyā¦ donāt haveāta do any work now, jusā like i promised, eh?ā he coos, and he could feel you smiling against his collarbone. one of his large hands cradles the back of your head while the other gropes at your ass lovingly. ātakinā me just fine, sweet girl.ā
you bury your heated face into his squishy pectoral, whining at the overstimulation to your clit at the particular angle, left so utterly sensitive from your prior orgasm. youāre limp in his strong hold, securer than ever as he lifts your hips up and down his thick cock.
he uses your tender cunt ātil heās satisfied, groaning right up against your ticklish ear when he empties his hot cum in your throbbing pussy, the perfect thing milking him dry and turning you exhausted.
he actually sits in the moment for a peaceful while, coddling you against his rising and falling chest and murmuring sweet praises, until eventually his disciplined brain kicks in despite your protests.
ādonāt go passinā out on me yet, sweetheart.ā you grumble out a refusing noise which makes him laugh softly, but apparently itās not enough to win him over. āletās go get you cleaned up, yeah?ā
(simon and his size difference & free use kinks go CRAZY in this one. also this instagram reel is so him coded ok bye bye <3 cont.)
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short simon riley & fem reader nsfwā¦
but simon cumming so early cause he gets in his own head about how such an attractive, perfect little thing like you is letting a gross man like him do whatever he wants. mean, fat cock jammed in your pretty, tight and puffy pussy, a mere minute or two before heās groaning, whining as heās spilling his pent up cum in the warmth of your cunt. his cheeks are pink and heās breathing so heavily, unable to meet your eyes in embarrassment, mumbling apologies like youāve never heard because he feels heās disappointed you so gravely. and heās so confused when you take his hand and kiss it, beginning to giggle sweetly as you tell him that, itās alright, si, i actually think itās really cuteā¦ can you do it again, please? just like that?
and heāll just nod dumbly, astonished at your kind words and your desperate naivety for the old bloke, muttering a quiet confirmation and following through with what you asked so nicely of him.
#this is so hot to me#and i will not apologize#cod mw#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#simon riley x reader#simon riley x female reader#ghost x reader#ghost x female reader#simon riley smut#ghost smut
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Iām actually obsessed with you I canāt lie. Literally followed you this morning and have been reading anything and everything. The best way to spend a Saturday like EVER. Love love love you and your talent ššššššš
THIS IS SO SWEET OMG I APPRECIATE U i always see when u guys go through a bunch of my posts and like/reblog and itās literally my favorite thing ever like my hearts gonna actually Explode :3 just know that i notice u all and I LOVE U!!! <;33
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craving consensual somno with (slightly intoxicated) simon riley and his (extremely heavy sleeper) girl. take this as ur warnings.
just him coming home late at night as usual, the bourbon in his system keeping him loosened up and tranquil, yet ever so cognizant as he enters your shared bedroom. those familiar creepy-crawlies invading his stomach with boyish excitement to see you, and quickly turning towards his dick when he lays eyes on your pretty body.
itās nearly a routine at this point; you purposely fall asleep in these skimpy, two-piece pajamas, usually some sort of small berries, cherries, or flowers adorning the thin, white fabric that leaves little to the imagination, knowing itāll get him all worked up. the curtains are left pulled and the door cracked open, you kick the covers off and lay with a pillow hugged tightly in your arms beneath you to give him the best view; infinite signs telling him you want it just as bad as he does. it is routine, but it gets so him riled up, each and every time.
he trudges over, as quietly as the tipsy man can manage to the end of your bed, and with tunnel-vision on your exposed thighs. even his jaw fallen slack just a bit in hunger. desperate to get his hands on you after being apart for so long, and wanting to soothe that ache in his cock he hadnāt even realized he was palming through his jeans.
you barely stir when he kneels on the foot of the bed, and neither when he crawls above you and places a kiss right behind your ear.
he presses a cold palm to your shoulder, attempting to urge you onto your back to give him a visual of your features. to let him see your curves in the raw moonlight, how the dainty material of your pajamas becomes a tad bit see-through around your tits and incidentally rides up past your bellybutton, endless thoughts running through his dazed mind as he eventually manages to flip you over successfully.
though, your sleepy hum suddenly alerts him to a standstill, his worst nightmare being to wake you from your serene rest. not now, anyway.
āshhh, sweetheart,ā he gently coaxes you, and he canāt help the grin spanning his lips when you mumble the first syllable of his name in that questioning, dreamy tone. he clears fallen hair from your face, slipping his pillow from your grasp as he mutters, āyeah, dovie, sāonly me. youāre okay, youāre safeā¦ jusā go back to sleep for me, now.ā
your unconscious mind obeys like clockwork, the smallest of smiles curling your lip corners in contentment, and itās only a matter of seconds before heās returning to his endeavors.
kissing all across your exposed collarbone, thoughtlessly slipping a finger or two beneath the strap of your little pajama shirt and carefully allowing it to glide down your shoulder as he repeats the process on the other side. peppering kisses to your soft skin, before rolling the fabric upward from the bottom so he can properly pay attention to the rest of your chest and tummy.
lips grazing your sternum with short, controlled breaths fanning your sensitive parts; aware of how easily ticklish you are and attempting not to light that fuse, equally straining himself in not turning too feverish as he takes your hardened nipple in his mouth and paws at the other in his hand.
he works his way down slowly but surely, until heās pulling your shorts off with tender hands and unveiling your bare, soaked pussy, and he canāt even think to suppress the low groan pushed from his lungs at the sight in front of him. he inches forward with nearly crossed eyes, taking incisive ministrations in lifting your legs up and over his back.
your breathing hitches a bit in your slumber when he licks an almost reluctant yet long stripe from your hole to your clit, unable to give himself a moment to savor it before heās diving back in for more.
āmissed this pretty, little cunt on my tongue, babyā¦ christ,ā he chuckles lightly to himself, āgood girlās gonna be the death oā me.ā
he sloppily makes-out with your pussy, any and all devotions of rhythm and precision thrown far from his intentions. he only gets to be selfish when he has you like this, and heād be damned if he doesnāt take advantage of the opportunity as itās laid out on his bed. moaning at your wetness and taste, how your pussy drools for more and coats his chin with a slick he devours like a madman deprived.
the small whines you make in your sleep are nothing but precious to simon, burning them into his brain like any other occasion heās pulled them from your lips. saving them for the later times like when heās a thousand miles away, locked away in some office, and canāt possibly bring himself to bother you with a pestering, horny phone call.
you turn your head to the side with a hum, empty hands reaching for any semblance of comfort on your abdomen, which rather concerns him for a moment until he realizes just what you want.
he gives you one of his hands and you blindly accept it, wrapping your smaller fingers around his wrist and thumb to pull the appendage closer. resting just below your ribcage, satisfied and holding it close like you would a teddy bear.
āsweet thingā¦ always loved this perfect pussy,ā he mumbles right up against your warmth, quiet as to not disrupt your blissful obliviousness in your sleep. heās utterly drunk on you and your taste, and the alcohol he had beforehand certainly contributes to his filthy, forward language.
āhow easy yāget on my mouth, ānd yet how tight you are around my cockā¦ fuckinā hellāā
he watches intently as the tips of his fingers delve between your folds, gradually disappearing whilst your chest begins to heave a little heavier; a faint, broken noise of pleasure omitting straight from your throat. tightening around his digits as he pushes them further in, just as you do wrapped around his cock when youāre conscious.
heās not thinking straight; heās merely experimenting with you as he curls his fingers upward, prodding at that gummy spot in your cunt and greedily sucking on your clit to push you over. toying with you, rather, because the face you make when youāre first emerged from your slumber with a mind-shattering orgasm is truly priceless.
your eyes snap open as you come around his digits, squeezing his hands tight with your vision going blank. the high is strong but you donāt allow it to last very long when the dots in your brain are connecting, turning you all excited for the implications of it all.
erratically catching your breath with a huge grin on your face, matching his as he comes up to greet you. heās stupid, shamelessly drunk on your taste, and it radiates from his expression as if he just witnessed a star being born right before his muddy eyes.
you havenāt a clue what just happened, but you fucking loved every sober second of it.
and before you know it, heās coming back up to meet your lips with his own, which you graciously accept, taste of slick and alcohol and all. humming as he slips his greedy hands upward and behind your back, giggling when he impatiently flips over on his back and hauls you with him. til youāre curled up by his side, halfway on his chest whilst one leg slips between both of his bulky ones.
āiām glad youāre homeā¦ā nearly a pout, āreally missed you, si.ā
youāre the first one to speak, quietly, sincere as ever as you examine his pretty face. the faint bags beneath his lids, the wetness that sticks to his dirty-blond stubble. his rough and gruff exterior that hides behind it a boy whoās absolutely and utterly whipped for you.
āthat right?ā he taunts, eyes remaining shut. āand my tongue, i bet?ā
you shy away with a laugh. he wonāt remember these words in the morning, but youāve always loved how cocky and brazen he gets with a couple of drinks running through his blood.
āi missed all of you...ā
his eyes barely have to open for him to effectively, and lovingly, judge you with a mere glance. itās one of his talents.
āsome parts more than others, clearly.ā
āthatās not true,ā you contest, but the humorous hesitancy and sheepishness in your voice tells him otherwise.
āsure, baby, sure.ā he takes a moment to breathe, overtly proud of himself. āyāmissed my mouth, nā my hands. even with how rough they are with ya sometimes, yeah?ā you hide your flushed face in his neck with a groan, praying this embarrassment is short-lived though preparing for the worst as you feel his lips inch closer to your ear.
āprobāly missed me fuckinā my cock into that tight, little cuntāā
āokay, fine!ā you finally admit and pull away defensively, slapping his chest but only earning a laugh from him. ābut i definitely donāt miss that dirty brain of yours, you big dog.ā
āyou love me anyway,ā he states, matter-of-factly.
you give a big smooch to his forehead, then the bridge of his nose, and then down to his lips, which he returns.
āi do. a lot,ā you add and he hums, feeling fulfilled.
and, oh, heās so fulfilled with you. you take care of him by allowing him to take care of you, and itās a two-way street. you ground each other whilst never forcing one to tether themself to earth.
you sit up to fix your top, smoothing over the fabric and shrugging the straps back into place. shimmying back into your shorts when you catch a glimpse of the large manās dark jeans contrasting your light sheets, belt buckle glimmering in the corner of your eye.
āsimon, honey, you need to change before youāā
you look over and are suddenly forced to stifle a giggle when you discover that the poor man has fallen asleep, a droopy smile still ornamenting his slick-covered face. taking your hand and swiping the apple of his cheek with your thumb, youāre pleased when he doesnāt budge one bit. dragging it downwards past his muscled chest and abdomen, landing just beneath his leather belt.
your fingertips trace his hard-on over the jeans, knowing you canāt just leave him like this, all aching and pent up and too exhausted to do anything about it himself.
maybe you could do him a favor and return the sweet gesture? <3
#i got carried away#cod mw#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#ghost x female reader#simon riley smut#ghost smut
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it should be criminal how kƶnig switches so easily from edging his pretty girl to sobs and tears, to overstimulating her til she canāt think.
he'd be so tauntingly sweet with it, too, which is the worst part. you would even admit he knows you better than you know yourself, your own body, maturity and all. he knows your signs for how you're feeling, all of the tells that warn him you're close. how your chest begins to heave in short bursts, drawn out moans turning into small, consecutive, and absolutely desperate whines. smaller fingers digging into his scalp, trying your best to pull him back when he breaks contact but to no avail. he just finds it all to be so, so adorable.
he'll have you on your back, ensuring you're in your most comfortable state before even thinking of taking off your clothes. massaging your tense muscles, resting your head on a soft pillow before stripping you of his shirt you wore along with your shorts. sparing a moment to tease you over the fabric of your soaked, cotton panties, even tonguing its wetness before peeling them back to reveal your sweet, little pussy. he knows you're sensitive today when you wince at just the cold air alone, meaning this will be all the more fun for him.
ādo you need a break?ā he asks, which instantly zaps energy into you. a break is the very last thing you need when youāre so close.
ānoā! no, pleaseā¦ wanna come, i- i need to come, please, kƶnig...ā
"awe, baby..." he deters his eyes for a moment to check his watch, tisking his tongue when he reads the little dial. "it has barely been forty minutes. don't tell me you've already had enough, now."
"just wanna come," you beg and plead. "promise, just once and then you can do whatever you want."
his large and rough hand languidly rubs up and down your thigh, a seeming attempt to soothe you that really only gets you more worked up, making you huff out in frustration. "but you've lasted far longer than this before. thought you wanted to be good for me today... what has you tapping out so early, sweetheart?"
"...'m not tapping out," you mutter in a contesting tone, with that stubborn attitude of yours that always makes him smile.
his lips pull tight, a corner going upward. "so you want to continue?"
you wipe beneath your eye with the back of your hand to catch a fallen and skin-tickling tear, reluctantly nodding your head with a faint hum. throwing your head back against the pillow defeatedly, sulking along the way. usually he prefers to see your face, but he knows how overwhelmed you can get during these moments.
he coos to you proudly nonetheless: āthatās my strong girl.ā
it hurts, but it hurts so fucking nicely when he's the one controlling it. it aches so wonderfully when you know that what's to come afterwards will be far more than rewarding, even if it makes you sniffle and stain your face and the pillow beneath you with tears.
and finally, finallyā¦ he allows you to finish against his tongue. he tells you to come, promising that itās not another mean trick, and your body listens decorously. ears ringing and vision going blurry as your orgasm hits you harder than ever - because that's his goal, each and every time, to see if he can drag it on a bit longer than the last.
nothing beats the white noise in your brain, buzzing in your teeth and stars in your eyes whilst he watches you come undone, blown out hearts in his own gaze. every bit of it is addicting; the high you get from the overstimulation, how he keeps you on your toes and never knowing if the next time he audaciously makes-out with your messy cunt will be the last. the way you squeeze your thighs and lock him in but simultaneously try to squirm away. his favorite part is when you do somehow manage to escape his hold just to turn around and instantly begin apologizing profusely, begging him for forgiveness and more because that brain-melting stimulation is just too good.
and itās all just so cute to him. your anger towards him, your drunken dumbness that sparks when he first shoves his tongue in you; he doesnāt like to think of himself as a sadist, but christ, would he be lying if he said the image of you all edged and fucked-out with a mushy brain doesnāt leave him so utterly satisfied with himself.
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ghost buys a pillow for his little office couch so you have something to whine into when heās fucking you roughly, and so you donāt get drool all over his leather. perhaps even a throw blanket for your naps afterwards, and a very dim desk lamp so he can continue working when he shuts the lights off as to not disrupt your peaceful sleep.
also simon doing that thing where he rubs your back gently to wake you from a nap, leaning in close to whisper to you that itās five in the bloody afternoon and youāre going to be up all night at this rate aww
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kƶnig constantly staring at your tummy because, no matter its shape or size, he can only daydream about how good of a mother youād be for the baby heāll eventually be seeing in that exact spot.
heās so shameless with it, too. praising you up and down all day long, yet always managing to land at your center and just below, where he gives you the most physical love. lingering kisses whilst working his way down, a constant palm over your belly when he holds and fucks you close, muttering strings of german right up against your soft skin that heāll later shrug off and dismiss when you ask him what it means.
consisting of promises for a good life, one that heāll go through hell and back to make happen, and his persisting love thatāll be shared between two soon enough. all before you both become far too needy, and heās forced to crawl back up your growingly-impatient figure and fuck you hard. deep enough to make him momentarily forget that youāre on birth control, and desperate to disregard how your pretty whines and sweet begging for him to finish inside you doesnāt carry nearly the same significance for you as it does in his mind.
to say heās obsessed with the scene would be an understatement, which he could never bring himself to outrightly admit to you.
he knows neither of you are in a position to take on another life at the moment, especially with you being so damningly younger than the colonel, but he just canāt help himself, and you surely canāt blame him for his not-so-little secret youāre still so blissfully unaware of.
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ghost has such a vast array of names he calls his sweetheart in bed, but the one that wonāt leave my mind is porn star. just listen okā
he doesnāt even mean it in a degrading way, whatsoever. teasing, maybe, but never outright cruel. he just loves admiring you and your aptitude; your willingness to break a sweat when youāre on top of him, your resilience when he asks you if you need a break and you shake your head fervidly because he hasnāt reached his peak yet.
he absolutely adores all the noises you make. the soft and dulcet hums in your throat when heās making love to you, to the rapid huffs of air being pushed directly from your lungs when he grabs your hips and uses you like how you begged him to. god, and your expressions? your smile as you unbuckle his belt, and your giggles when he flips it around on you and sneaks a hand beneath your skirt. even when youāve been fucked utterly dumb, youāre still the prettiest thing heās ever laid eyes on. itās all so erotic to him, like it belongs on film.
and so he eventually comes through to just that, taking out a camcorder that happened to be lying around; one that he definitely didnāt purchase for the exact purpose of filming a little sex-tape with you, certainly not ordering it online behind your back or anything.
you happily put on a little show for him, with the lively energy in your voice turning sensual and your exaggerated reactions that soon become all too real. the lens staring you down from above as he takes his time with you, cooing at you the tenderest of praises whilst breaking you down to a shuddering mess beneath him before he even gives you his cock. slowly massaging your aching pussy, past your hiked up dress and through your cotton panties, just to drag his hand up your body and have you suck on the very thumb that made the soaked spot on your underwear. heās such a mean, mean tease.
heās enamored with the way your cunt stretches to fit his cock, especially how it shows up on the small screen of the camera. each ridge dragging against your soft flesh wrapped so tightly around him, to the point where his breath is hitching in his throat and heās failing to suppress those faint groans and swears spilling past his lips.
āmakinā all these depraved noises for me, and no shame youāre beinā recorded? already fucked you that stupid, āave i, sweet girl?ā
you moan unabashedly at that, words that should be demeaning only hitting you right in the sweet spot. you can no longer keep your eyes on the lens above you, reaching out to grasp at the wrist connected to the fingers circling your raw pussy as you plead with your brows. youāre so overwhelmed, though enjoying it far too much to quit.
wrapping your legs around his back and pulling him in closer, eyes rolling back. swollen lips falling further agape and making him chuckle lowly. he goes on ramming his cock into the sticky mess of your cunt, thumbing your clit to push you over so that the last thing your fuzzy mind will hear is him calling you his favorite nickname:
āmy pretty, little porn starā¦ takinā everything sheās given, ān with no complaint. just like a good actress does, right, baby?ā
he spurs you on, grinning huge behind the camcorder he holds when you hum and nod along with whatever he says. you pull his free hand into your own, lacing your fingers with his; he always grounds you so well after heās spun you higher than a ballerina. dazed and content, and simple happy to give him something to watch while heās away. you never have to act when youāre with him, but you canāt help the butterflies swarming your tummy whenever he praises you for it.
āthereās my good fuckinā girlā¦ now smile for the camera, princess.ā
#ugh heās such a man#cod mw#simon riley#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#ghost x female reader#simon riley smut#ghost smut
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