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older bf simon the type to ask, “how do you want me, love?” when you two finally fuck :’(
he’s so careful and gentle, leashing his own desires because there is a certain satisfaction in having you tip into your orgasm first before he reaches his own. it’s so dizzying, having you order him around and him giving you what you asked but twice the intensity, twice the pleasure. he has you crying in his arms, your words warbled with your gasps, and he holds you throughout because—“like this, sweetheart? is this what you wanted?”
you sob your yesses and your i love yous and your i need mores, and simon gives and gives because god you’re just too precious
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your boyfriend Simon gets home from a mission, and he’s very clearly tired and exhausted from the whole day. The main mission was to catch Makarov and lock him up for good. Sadly, the mission went wrong and they didn’t catch him, and that means Simon has been on edge ever since.
you were trying to get him to fall asleep, but nothing worked. That’s when you instructed him to lie on his tummy, and he did so. You started massaging his shoulders, squeezing and massaging the sore and tight muscles. He let out small groans when he felt the tension release. Your hands gently grazed over his shoulders after, gently gliding over his shoulders in a gentle and steady motion. But when he felt your fingertips dance over his shoulders, he had to ask.
“Wha’re you doin’, lovie?” He asked in a relaxed manner, voice slightly muffled my the pillow.
“I’m making pizza…” you mumbled quietly as you did gentle chopping motions over his shoulders. “Adding some green peppers…” you said as you continued the motion. You pressed your finger tips to different spots on his shoulder in a dotting motion, “I like olives, so I’m gonna add some…”
as you continued your motions, a small smile broke out on his lips. These were the moments he missed and loved with you. These weird yet comforting moments that made his day better. “So ‘m your pizza?” He asked quietly, smile evident in his voice.
your soft hum of approval made him chuckle, a sound that always made you smile. His eyes started to droop and you repeated the motions a few more time, eventually fully falling asleep.
“Now I gotta put it in the oven.” You said as you pulled the cover over his bare back and laid beside him, nuzzling into his side. You could hear his gentle and even breaths and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Pizza’s done…”
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brain rotting away at the thought of being put in a full nelson by simon riley himself. 💯
we all know how strong simon is. he's been in the military for over a decade and trains every single day, even on his time off. he enjoys the power and control he has, using his strength to manhandle you into various different positions to fuck his hot load deeper each round.
his muscular and burly arms lift your legs up, forcing them against your chest. your back is pushed against his sweaty, muscular chest as he holds your legs against your chest, angling his broad hips to ease inside your drooling hole slowly while whispering pure and depraved filth into your ear. you whine out quietly with each inch sinking deeper into you, eyes wide as you gaze down at the mess between your supple thighs, globs of simon's cum from previous rounds smeared all over your slick pussy, coating your warm sex in his hot, creamy stickiness.
your body shakes with anticipation and excitement as he pushes further inside, feeling as his heavy balls make contact with your tight rear, slapping against your slick cunt repetitively with each thrust, the impact of his balls against your cunt and his strong hips against your ass silencing your mewls and pleas.
simon drives his sturdy hips skyward into you, his grunts hoarse and loud beside your ear. you listen to the sound of his huffing and heaving and his cruel and degrading words as he fucks his bulbous, swollen dick into your tight hole until you're chanting his name like a prayer. the sensation of your gummy, spongy walls pulsing around his veiny shaft intensified simon's pace as the tightness of your walls pushed simon closer to the edge of his growing release. he huffs at the scent of your shampoo in your hair and the scent of your perfume on your neck, like a complete pervert, addicted to the scent of your arousal and bliss.
you moaned and trembled with each deep thrust, simon's drooling tip against your cervix, the pain and pleasure leaving you speechless. your eyes rolled backwards, and you threw your head back at the pulsating ache between your legs, leaving you unable to string a coherent sentence together as he fucked you into stupidity. you whimpered meekly at the stretch of his large length pulsating inside of your drooling hole, admiring the state of your weeping pussy and how you coated his veiny shaft in a glimmer of your sweetness.
simon pushes his cock deep inside you, pumping out strings and ropes of his hot, potent semen against your cervix, the head of his dick weeping, and shooting creamy loads of his stickiness into you.
he'd pull out, rolling and rubbing his swollen, fat dick back and forth between your folds, grumbling into your ear as he felt your pussy pulse around nothing, your cunny coated in his pleasure and arousal.
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18+ MDNI
Riding Simon's bicep :)
i just felt silly goofy because of the idea @amathslutsguidetofandom gave me :)
added visuals for you horny bitches (myself included👀)
“Can I... can I please ride it?” you pout while sliding your finger up and down his bicep, hungry eyes fixated on the bulging muscles.
“You wanna ride my bicep?” he asks, eyes widened at your request.
“Y-yeah. Pleaseee!!” you can’t help but whine, desperate to feel his twitching muscles between your thighs.
He lies on the bed and extends his arm for you.
“Well, get on with it then.” he smirks.
You lick your lips as you position yourself above his bicep and slowly sink down until your wet needy pussy meets the mass of muscles.
He clenches his fist and you can feel him flex under you to give you more to grind on which makes a soft whimper leave your mouth.
You place your palms on his chest and set a languid rhythm until you get used to the feeling.
Your sopping cunt glides over the hardened muscles, his skin glistening with your slick.
He reaches over with his other hand to play with your pretty clit, his calloused thumb stroking the sensitive bud.
You mewl and whimper at the new, delightful sensation, not believing how good it actually feels.
“Ahhh-ahh... I’m close...” you breathe out, grinding your puffy pussy on the tough thick muscles as he flexes harder.
“Cum f’me love.” he coos softly.
“Simon!” you moan out as your milky juices cover the skin of his bulging bicep, dripping down from the sides.
“Good girl.” he praises and slides a finger across the pool of your cum on his arm and brings it to his lips, licking your sweet taste.
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thinking about sleazy cop!price who abuses his power to pull you over, just so he can have a feel of you <3
he recognises your car the minute it passes him on the road back into town, zooming past him doing something minor like five miles per hour over the limit. usually he’d turn a blind eye to it, but it’s been a slow night, hardly anything to get johns adrenaline going.
so he pulls out of his spot beside the side of the road, doing a u-turn, catching up behind you. before switching on his red and blues, and his siren, signalling you to pull over. almost instantly you comply, pulling to the side, not to his surprise of course, he already knows how pretty and compliant of the law you are — his two favourite things.
your window is already down by the time he reaches the drivers side, a flashlight in his hand, shining it in to see your pleading, worried eyes peering up at a him. fuck, he swears his cock twitches just at that. but, then you speak, all innocent and coy.
“is there a problem, officer?”
officer. to him, it’s like liquid gold coming from those lips of yours. he does consider just letting you off with a brief warning, but it’s a small town and he doesn’t miss the way you hold his gaze from across the bar, and he certainly doesn’t ignore the rumours that the local barmaid has a little crush on the local chief.
“step out the car for me, please” his tone comes out a little sterner than he wanted it to. but it makes you resist any hesitation hearing the seriousness in his voice. he steps aside, allowing you to climb out and become face to face with him.
“chief, have i—”
“come with me,” he gently grabs you by the elbow, leading you to his car behind yours, placing you right infront of it.
“i’m not entirely sure why this is necess—”
“sh,” he interrupts, his grip leaving your arm as he moves behind you. you feel his mouth brush against your ear, “you got anythin’ on you that can harm me?”
his voice is low and hoarse, vibrating against the skin of your ear, and it makes the hairs stand up on your neck. you shake your head cautiously, still baffled by whatever has gotten you in a policeman’s custody.
“good.”
instantly, his hand finds the back of your head, pressuring your front half down, your cheek pressed to the bonnet of his marked vehicle, rendering you speechless. however, you let him move you freely. his boot kicks out your feet, spreading your legs apart, before he’s grabbing your hands and placing them on the cars surface either side of your head.
he presses himself against you, straight away noticing the firmness of something against your ass. “you know, there’s never any reason to speed,” he grips against your hips, patting up and down against your clothing.
“its dangerous. for everyone else…more so yourself,” he shifts, beginning to pat down at your thighs, giving the area near the side of your ass a firm squeeze. “and i’d hate to see somethin happen to you, love.”
he strokes and squeezes up and down the same areas more than once, whilst you’re lay there feeling helpless. he knows he should be feeling guilty, using his position of power to fulfill a small fraction of his fantasy, but he doesn’t. it only makes his cock ache harder.
“you gonna do it again?”
he presses himself against you again, this time leaning over you, his hands right beside yours on the bonnet. his head dipped towards the side of your face that’s visible. you slightly shake your head.
“words, girl. use ‘em.”
“n-no. i won’t do it again, chief.”
“good.”
there’s a beat of silence. you, lay confused at the speeding accusation and, how this interaction has somehow filled you with a feeling of arousal. and john, who’s just bathing in the moment of being stuck to you and the way you fit so well underneath him.
“you’re free to go,” he rips through the quiet, pulling himself off you and stepping towards his drivers side, leaving you to peel yourself off the hood, “but next time, i wont be so lenient.”
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we’re all in agreement that neither soap or gaz are 26 right???? that’s a trending age for them on tiktok and it’s KILLING ME LMAOOOOOO they’re not that young please
edit: from now on soap and gaz are 28-30 at the youngest 😁 eye will not be accepting criticism
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i fear a piece of me dies every time i see a scrumptious fic that i know would be the fic of my dreams but then the writer hits me with "i don't like using y/n so i gave the reader a name (: but it's still reader insert" it's like being in the 7th circle of hell i swear
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god forbid we objectify men and their big hairy chests and their muscular thighs and their facial hair and thick brow bones and their big rough hands and their
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fill my inbox with your nastiest cod thoughts and i’ll write some drabbles tonight (:(: i love your guys filthy minds there so creative
#cod#cod headcanons#cod imagine#cod mw2#cod smut#cod x reader#ghost#john price#john price smut#john price x reader#simon ghost x reader
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himbo!simon who only thinks with his pretty dick. only thinks about stuffing your pussy with his thick meaty shaft because that’s all he can think about.
the way your gummy and wet walls are gonna stretch to take him, the way you’re gonna tighten around him like a vice as he whines and whimpers when he pumps into you.
his balls heavy and full as he grunts about wanting to fill you to the brim. his vision goes a little spotty when you encourage him to cum.
oh god and if you ride him? he’s babbling stupidly about how good you feel, about how he can’t take it because it feels so so good.
he cums so much, like an ungodly amount. his hips stuttering, cock sensitive and angry as he cums into you.
he’s barely finished shooting his load into you before his lips are wrapping around your tits to suck and lick at your breast when he’s mumbling, “again, w’nna fuck you again baby.”
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Omg cop!price or Simon would be such pervs! bringing you into a room with the excuse one of your friends had some weed on him and forcing you to strip to check you :((((
I would refuse but they would probably force you :(
tw: cop!price and cop!simon, noncon, dubcon, mentions of weed, abuse of authority
the nigh before, you were slightly high. yes, you shouldn't have been on the road, regardless whether it was just a few smokes or not. two cops appeared at your window, signalling to you to roll it down. even though you weren't out of it, coherent and obedient, they weren't letting you off without punishment. i mean, as cops, they could just order a pretty, dumb girl like you into an interrogation room for a little while, telling you that they had to check you for anymore drugs.
of course, you were reluctant. but your protests were ignored and you slowly began undressing. your panties dropped to the ground, meekly covering yourself to atleast gather whatever decency you had left of yourself after being stripped bare.
“turn around,” price ordered. “and bend over that table.” it honestly hurt to do this; it was humilating and leaving you shaking like a leaf in the wind. you'd never been caught — you were a good girl! you didn't usually smoke, why didn't they believe you? :(
you hear the sound of price spitting onto his fingers, coating them in saliva, before pressing up against you and stuffing your pussy full. you whined out, eyes shut tightly, holding back a moan as he fucked you with two, thick fingers. “mandatory, sweethear’.”
the sound of simon approaching made you shiver, shuddering as he opened your mouth with gloved hands, taunting you while asking you questions. “you usually smoke, love?” he asks, a slight smirk evident on his face. he knows this isn't right — for him to tease you, that he could get in trouble for being perverse to an innocent civilian — but god, that scared look on your face made it worth it.
with price was working you open, he spat in your mouth, chuckling when you squirmed and cried softly from embarrassment and terror. you felt something bigger replace price's fingers, something hotter and thicker, longer. only when he wrapped his hands around your neck from behind and began easing inside did you fully realise what he was doing. bucking into you and stuffing you full, degrading you for being naughty... ;3
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dealer soap threatening stoner reader. :(
tw: non/dub-con, drug themes, drug use, intoxication, gun play 💊
you didn't give him any money.
yes, you came around often, pretty much his girlfriend without the label, but he didn't appreciate you stealing off of him. instead of calmly asking you about it, he woke you up with a gun pressed against your pussy, the slick noises audible from him rubbing the muzzle of the gun up and down your wet, sloppy folds.
he moved it up to your clit, rubbing it there. the cold metal against your wet, warm clit was driving you insane, yet leaving you fearful and terrified! :(
you whimpered, squirming when you realised he was already stuffing you full with his big, meaty cock and fucking into you. you could tell he was high; aggressive and irritable as he fucked into you, expecting nothing but silence from you. :(
he fucked into you for ages, and ages... throwing you a threatening glare when you made more than a soft whimper. you panted, eyes rolled back and your cunny sore from being used and abused.
and johnny had the audacity to guilt trip and sob to you like a dumbass because you weren't coming over for sex anymore. crying to you at your door, begging you to let him in, that he needed that sweet release that you could only provide — and that he'd be good, that he would let you take whatever you wanted. he just needed to feel your pussy wrapped around and squeezing his dick... :3
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how i feel when someone reblogs my stuff with a really really nice tag
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john price + simon (ghost) riley x fem reader
!! smut - minors dni; threesome; creampie; objectification (a lil); dom john, switch ghost, sub reader / so i spiralled...
john groans as he spreads your folds apart, feeling your tender skin twitch at the press of his muscles, before he hears a whine tickling the base of your throat only for the sound to be muffled by the fluff of the pillows.
"c'mere, lieutenant," john says, his voice barely above a whisper, but simon's trained ears pick up the order and john hears – given that he's unwilling to look away from your winking hole – the way simon slides up from the bed before dropping down just behind john.
"fuck," simon rasps when he sees you, his voice sounding strained himself.
john can't fault him, not when he is still dumbstruck at seeing the way your gaping pussy is leaking, their shared cum dribbling out of your cunt in messy trickles, the viscous liquid almost webbing when it gets snagged by the little hairs on your skin.
yeah. fuck indeed.
"cap'n," simon whines from behind him and john turns, abandoning the lewd image that you make if only to see what john knows were the beginnings of simon's pleas.
"yes, lieutenant?"
john has to bite down a smirk at seeing the smallest of trembles that racks simon's body.
"once more," simon mumbles, all breathy and shy. "can i fuck her once more?"
john lets out a long hum, pretending to think about his response. they hear you mewl on the bed, your hips swaying at simon's words, but the two of them feign pretenses as they continue to gaze at each other.
finally, john rumbles, "go on, lieutenant." he pulls his hands away from your body, patting your ass in faux comfort, before making room so simon could slide towards you.
simon obeys the quiet command from his captain, his big bulk claiming the spot that had belonged to john. john nods in approval before turning to pat the top of simon's masked head.
"you've been such a good boy for us, simon. go on. use her."
john finally allows himself a wide smirk at hearing you and simon moan at the same time, the gravity of his words – of his use of simon's name – echoing in the room, filling up the buzzing space.
he squeezes simon's shoulder before falling onto the lone chair in the room. he'll join you and simon in the next round but for now, john will enjoy the show.
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do you have any könig x small titty reader ideas?🙏
tbh i can't pick between him being mean about how sensitive her tits are and slapping/pinching/biting them... but also him just being really touchy and constantly sucking on them and groping her whenever he wants to. like it's his stress toy now
plenty ideas with small titty reader and könig :3 🌷
sitting on his lap, you feel his cold hand snaking up your short crop top, pinching your sensitive nipples while you mewl and squirm. it's all while he's reading; so nonchalant and unbothered, while you're practically huffing and whining at the cold feeling of his fingertips against your now hardened nipples.
oh, and könig is so, so touchy :( always cupping your pussy while playing with your nipples, a little stress reliever. he chuckles when you become needy -- practically grinding down against his palm through breathless pleas; pleas to be fucked!
even though it might be difficult, he loves fucking your tits -- or atleast rubbing and cumming all over them! he thinks they're so pretty, and even nicer when his thick seed is dripping from your hardened nipples after you sucked him off! “sweet thing, aren't you just so obedient? an eager girl, you are...”
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soaps the kinda guy to unintentionally humble brag about making u squirt... it comes from a real place of love and not actually bragging in any capacity
he'll be talking with the guys and be like "yeah ): we have a problem in bed ):" and gaz and simon would be ears OPEN for the gossip and soap just hits them with it
telling them how u squirt all the time over and over again and make such a big mess and how awful he feels that when you're both done he has to make u get up so he can clean the sheets and bed bc god towels do not help and how he hates seeing u whine and cry bc cumming that hard makes u so so so sensitive that it hurts ):
and everyone in the task force has to hold back from punching him /: but they can't bc they know their dumb lil sergeant is being genuine
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