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ghostbrand · 1 year

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i crave you [18+]

☾ pairing; simon “ghost” riley x fem!reader

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↻ genre: smut [NSFW]

♖ note; lowercase intended!! this is kinda told from ghost’s point of view, if you wanna pt.2 lmk

♕ tags & cw; gendered reader, slight sub!ghost for a second, pet names, afab!reader, eating out, pussy drunk!ghost, whiny!ghost, mention of sex, fingering

"i crave you..." that moment of vulnerability was what sparked the current events of simon's lips kissing your neck, his calloused hands holding your waist so gently, afraid you would break in his grasp. he had the tendency to ruin everything good that came to him, selectively or not but you... no, never you. you were pure, his innocent y/n, you meant the world to him and you'll never know it. just looking at you saved him from his thoughts, his head was finally out of the rain clouds and was now staring in awe at the beauty you projected.

a goddess. that's what you reminded him off, a goddess of relief if there was ever such a being. his heart was heavy of trauma and sadness, so much so that he believed he didn't deserve good things but when he looked at you, truly looked at you, he saw his salvation. he was like the thirstiest man alive who had just seen an oasis in the desert, he needed you, you were like oxygen to him. "i'm all yours." you whispered and no matter how many times you say it, it still sent his head into a spiral. his? you were his? of course you were.

placing your hands on his cheeks, his stubble tickling your palms as you tilted his head to look at his eyes. "is everything okay?" you asked, watching him lean into your hands and soften with a loving look. "everything's fine." he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, his brown eyes watching your every move. "i just need to feel you." it wasn't quite a whimper but the emotions hanging in the air was too much, he felt so high off of your presence and he wanted more.

"okay, baby, that's okay. where do you want me?" you smiled, following him as he sat on the end of your bed, climbing onto his lap as he guided you onto his thighs. "please, love. can i kiss you?" your face softened and you reached a hand from his wrist to gently and slowly pull his partially lifted mask off completely, leaving him exposed to you. "of course, doll."

a grumble left his throat at the pet name, a hand grasping onto your hip while the other pulled your face closer to his own, his lips attaching to yours. "god, i love it when you call me that." he admitted, whispering against your lips as he tightened his hold on your hip. "hmm, is that so?" you grinned, leaning forward and pushing him against the bed so you were hovering over him, your hair creating a curtain around your faces. "huh? are you my good doll?"

simon groaned and moved his hands down to stroke your thighs, gripping the clothed skin tightly ever so slightly. "are you gonna be a good boy for me?" you smirked, tracing shapes on his shirt covered chest, watching as a blush worked up his neck to his cheeks, meeting the black grease paint that surrounded his eyes. "just fuckin' kiss me." he rasped out, lifting a hand from your thigh to slide his fingers between the strands of your hair and pull your head down.

your lips moved against his and he guided your hips back and forth, a groan leaving his mouth against yours at the feeling of your clothed cunt on his hardening cock. “fuck… can ya feel how hard you’ve made me, ya fuckin’ minx?” you chuckled at his question, pressing your hips down harder making the usually stoic male throw his head back with a hiss.

“what? do you wanna fuck me? huh, ghost? wanna hear me scream your name and see me cry for you?” you teased sliding your hands down his hard and built chest, feeling very muscle tense and flex under the shirt before you slip them under the fabric. he shivered slightly at the feeling of your cold fingers against his warm, scarred skin. “well, don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart. fuckin’ you until you’ve lost your voice sounds fuckin’ peachy right ‘bout now.”

you teasingly pouted and pinched his nipples between your fingers, another hiss leaving his mouth in response, “and what’s stopping you? hmm? too pussy to follow through?” all of a sudden, you were on your back and simon was hovering over you, his hands pushing your thighs against the mattress, leaving your clothed cunt wide open for him. “never.”

grinding his hips down, he watched as you bit your lip with a grin, gently digging your nails into his skin while you drag your hands down his torso, “well, then. c’mon big guy, fuck me.” the kiss was messy when his lips appeared on yours again, tongue and teeth clashing as you pulled each other’s clothes off, throwing them around the room absentmindedly.

pulling away from the kiss, simon stared down at you, panting from lack of oxygen while his hands slipped under you to unclasp your bra, throwing it over his head when you pulled your arms through. “fuck… you’re gorgeous.” he whispered before lowering his head and attaching his lips to your perky nipple, biting it teasingly, listening to you let out a soft moan in response.

he pulled away from one tit and attached his lips to the other, your back arching when he sucked a little too hard, your hand tightening in his hair. his blonde hair fell out of your hands as he made his way down your body, kissing every inch of skin as he went. “god, i can’t wait to taste you.” he hummed, excitement filling his body as he got closer and closer to your now exposed cunt. “please, simon, please.”

he moved his body between your legs and kissed your pubic bone, smiling up at you as you shuddered. “can i?” He took the gentle approach, looking up at your face that watched his every movement with pleading eyes. “please… please.” was all you said, more like begged through already panted breaths. he smirked and noticed how wet you looked, his tongue poking out slightly to lick his lips. a fake sad look overcame his face as he made eye contact with you, “such a pretty pussy.” you looked at him and went to speak but was cut off as his lips wrapped around your clit softly, kitten licking the bundle of nerves as a soft and quiet moan left your pink lips.

“keep quiet, love. you never know who might hear you.” he commented, his teeth letting go of your clit as his mouth blew hot air on your sensitive cunt with each word. you nodded and let your hands fall to his hair, gripping tightly when you felt a finger tickling your entrance. reattaching his lips to your swelling clit, he slowly pushed his finger in to the first knuckle, curling teasingly as his eyes stared at you, taking in your features as he took the slow approach. “more. please, s-simon… i need more.” you whispered, listening to his order of staying quiet.

he hummed at you pleas and flicked his tongue up and down in slow, agonising movements, pushing his finger further in as your pussy pulled him in, eager to feel him. a long breath was released from your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair, your painted nails digging into his scalp as he scraped his teeth gently against your most sensitive spot, your back arching as he fucked another finger into you. he was taking his time, enjoying the fruitful flavours that danced on his tastebuds, your addictive juices coating his tongue. he felt high, his head rang with repeated sounds of your moans, his cock straining against the fabric of the bedsheets.

he couldn’t get enough of you and it scared him slightly, he had never craved someone before but the way you whimpered his name and pushed his head closer to your clenching pussy made him whine into your folds with need. you were delicious, you were beautiful, everything he needed to make him feel human but he closed that side of his brain off and enjoyed the feeling of you squirming underneath him as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. his eyes were half lidded as he watched your face, your eyes squinted closed as you flexed your thighs around his head, digging your heels into his back painfully to pull him impossibly closer. he was drunk off of your taste. his chin, mouth and hand was covered in your wetness but he didn’t care, his hips rutting down against the bed to create stimulation against his aching cock.

pussy drunk. that was how simon would describe himself, he was intoxicated by your taste, his head felt heavy as you came, his mouth eager drinking all of you down his throat but he didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. his head was leaning against your trembling thigh as he licked, sucked and bit at your swollen pussy, he needed more. “another one.” he half-whined, half-ordered, attaching his lips to your clit again, ignoring the ache in his arm and jaw. wrestling with your thighs with his free hand, he pulled another orgasm out of you, one of your hands flying to your mouth where you bit down on the skin to conceal your shouts, a whimper sounding from your throat as it rumbled in your chest.

again, he couldn’t stop, he wanted more, he wanted to be full of your taste. “please, p-please… love… another. one more-” he practically begged into your sobbing cunt, your body shaking in overstimulation as tears fell from your pretty eyes. “i-i can’t.. i can’t.” you shook your head but your hands pulled him closer to your pretty pussy, his fingers still inside you and soaking wet. “please, sweetheart, please. you taste so good.” he drooled, licking at you more aggressively and a high pitched whine left your mouth. more helpless moans left your lips before you nodded and he continued, quickening his pace that he fucked his fingers into you, adding a third one while you whimpered at the stretch.

he became more harsh as he threw your legs over his shoulders and gripped your thighs tightly, the skin bruising under his hold. he became desperate to pull another orgasm out of you and it was quickly approaching, he could taste it and a fulfilled groan rumbled in his chest. with a full body shudder and a smothered shout, you came again, your entire body trembling under his gaze as he watched you closely. he wanted this moment tattooed into his brain, he didn’t want to forget the way you moaned his name, the way you clawed at him and pulled on any body part you could get your hands on.

he let you down gently, sliding his fingers out of you. “can you fuck me now?” you whined, a slight wiggling of your hips teasing him as he sat up, letting your legs fall from his shoulder. “ask me nicely and I just might.” he grinned, licking his lips as he trailed his hands up from your ankles to your waist.

#call of duty smut #cod smut #ghost smut #smut #cod ghost smut #ghost cod smut #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley ghost smut #apollos!works #i’m obsessed

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l0velysmut · 1 month

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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tacticalprincess · 1 month

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simon and könig being unable to stop bickering for a second, even when they’re balls deep inside of you. they’ve got you in an Eiffel Tower, könig’s cock filling your glossy pussy while simon stuffs your mouth. it took ages of convincing for them to even consider this position, but eventually they decided to put their discrepancies aside for the sake of you, their precious, spoiled little thing. it didn’t last very long though…

“jackhammer much, mate? you’ve got her choking on me over here.” simon points out, his heavy hand stroking your hair soothingly. könig’s using your hips as leverage, bucking into you at a rabid pace, each of his thrusts lurching your body forward and forcing you to take more of simon’s dick down your poor throat. “what happened to treatin’ the princess with care?”

“it’s okay, she likes it. isn’t that right, maus?”

your cheeks warm up as you hum around simon’s dick noncommittally. nothing gets passed the l.t though, and suddenly he’s gripping you by your hair, pulling your mouth off his cock.

“wait, you let him fuck your face?” he asks, sounding genuinely offended.

you wipe the line of spit that trails from your swollen lips all the way to his still hard dick, hovering just out of reach. you huff. “he’s more sadistic than you…” you say sheepishly in response, voice staccato from könig’s thrusts.

“you tellin’ me i’m the soft sex guy? the aftercare fuck?”

“‘s alright, mate.” könig reaches over your naked body to pat his comrade on the shoulder. “youve got boyfriend dick. happens to the best of us.”

#sum slight idk i might love them #simon x reader x könig #konig cod #konig x reader #cod smut #konig call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #könig smut #könig x reader #konig smut #konig x you #könig cod

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deunmiu-dessie · 28 days

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pillow princess!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.” pillow princess!reader who pants in small, short puffs, cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. pillow princess!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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mrsariariley · 1 month

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ghost and his tiny gf !

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simon riley, who is huge! he takes up half of the couch - but when he manspreads? you cant even see the couch under his enormous body!

simon riley, who has to bend down when entering a room otherwise he'll hit his head on the doorframe. he can't possibly live without a high ceiling!

and simon's girlfriend..

a tiny little thing, has hardly ever grown! youre so small, simon has to bend down to kiss you. simon has to lean down slightly to hold your hand - and even then, you can only wrap your hands over 3 large fingers!

when you wear his clothes, it pretty much fits as a blanket!

when the boys from the force first laid eyes on you, they were just so shocked. ghost? as in big lieutenant riley? with a small thing like you? no way!

simon loves seeing his girl all curled up on the bed when he gets home, hardly even taking up half. he loves seeing you nuzzle your face into his big chest when he wraps his large arms around your tiny frame, warming you up instantly.

but, he would be a liar if he said it didnt turn him on.

seeing you whimper and whine when he pushes half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, writhing and letting out small sobs of pleasure.

"mmf.. s-si..!! it wont fiitt!!" youd whine through slutty sobs.

"y'r taking me so well, doll.. y' can do it."

and when he does fit it all in, youre just a mess under him. completely braindead and rambling nonsense about how it just feels too good, and he's too big! all drool and tears :(

but dont worry, he'd be so good to you !

finishing inside of you and pulling out, removing his head from the crook of your neck. he'd kiss all up your body, leaving red hickeys that will eventually turn purple. he'd wipe away your tears, leaving you to rest as he runs you a bath.

and then, when youre back in bed, exhausted, he'll snuggle you into him - youd never sleep any better.

do not re-publish OR translate my work !

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a/n: first post kinda nervous !

#♥︎ aria brainrot #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #cod #cod smut #tf141 #task force 141 #simon riley x small!reader

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emoelvin · 1 month

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#ghost smut #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost x reader

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bitten-fruit · 3 months

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Simon forgets how strong he is

18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words

just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!

Simon forgets how to be gentle.

When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.

But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.

The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.

And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.

You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"

The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.

His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.

Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.

So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.

His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.

With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."

His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.

"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.

Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.

You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.

"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"

Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."

Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.

"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.

"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."

"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."

You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.

His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.

You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."

#bet simon knows how to apologise to you #spoilers it involves his tongue #cod fic #cod smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x reader #call of duty smut

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suguann · 1 month

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When you first introduce him, Simon instantly knows that he hates your now ex-boyfriend—especially after he broke up with you only two months into the relationship, and the reason behind it sets his teeth on edge.

You’re perfect and so sweet; how could he—

“He broke up with me because…I um…Do I really have to say it? It’s embarrassing.”

He bumps his knee into yours because he really fucking sucks at saying the right thing when the moment calls for it. “You don’t have to say anything.”

With a huff, you get a little flustered and glance down into your glass of beer, brows furrowed. “I couldn’t make him fit.”

It’s so soft, but he hears it as if you’d shouted it across the bar.

The only thought he can think of is that your ex-boyfriend is an idiot once he has your back pressed up against his chest and trembling thighs spread over top of his. Three of his thick fingers already work deep inside of you, filling the room with filthy squelching sounds and your breathy moans.

His thumb carefully drags over your clit, loving how you twitch in his arms. “See? Someone just needed to stretch your little pussy properly, huh?”

“Mhm.” You nod, pressing yourself further into him, thighs butterflying open. “It feels so good.”

“You’re so loose and wet. I bet my cock would slip right in.”

Your walls clench and flutter around him, and it takes everything in him not to toss you onto the bed and fuck you into his sheets. “Simon, can you fuck me? Please?”

It’s hard to deny you when you ask so sweetly, but he can’t give you what you want—not yet. You whine when he pulls one of his fingers out, but it cuts off into a surprised squeak when he grabs your smaller hand to bring it between your thighs.

“Put one of your fingers inside your pussy.”

You turn your head to look up at him, kiss-bitten lips pulled into a pout. “But—”

“Come on, love, be good for me.” Teeth nip your jaw as a warning. “I know you can be so good for me.”

Slowly, you ease your finger in beside his with little pants of his name. His cock jumps against your back as he watches your cunt open up to suck in the intrusion—it makes his stomach twist. Simon traps your finger between his and curls them alongside his inside you, tearing a sharp cry from your chest.

“You’re so gorgeous.” His words are raw, rumbling somewhere deep within his chest. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. So full. Better than your boyfriend ever could.”

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konigsblog · 3 months

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headlocks 'nd simon riley

; getting fucked in a headlock

tw: headlock, power difference (?) female reader.

it's simon riley's thing to fuck you in a headlock. that turns him on and his tip leaking and drooling all over his brute abdomen.

when you're spoon fucking, he wraps a strong, muscular arm around your neck, muscles flexing as he holds, making sure you're restrained and bound while you take his girthy cock, feeling him slide deep inside your gummy walls. your pussy throbs and clenches around his shaft, eyes rolled back and your jaw hanging open, pleasure dripping from your little cunt.

“look at ya’... whiney’ slag.”

he spits, muttering his harsh and hurtful words into your ear while tightening the already firm grip he has on your neck. you cry softly, body shaking with euphoria and stress as you attempt to breathe. you drag your nails along his upper arm, moaning out to catch your breath while he slams and pounds into you, knocking the wind from your lungs with his aggressive pace.

“keep takin’ it all, lovie. tha’s my girl-- thereee we go... attagirrrllll...”

he chokes you tightly, holding you firmly while you sob out due to your air restriction. simon absolutely adores the power dynamics between you two, how easily he's able to shut you up with a nice, firm fucking.

only when you're gasping desperately will he free you, before grasping your neck firmly, a large hand choking you, fucking you deeper while you whine and choke.

#orla speaks #mfmfmfmfmmf :(#give. it. to. me #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost x female reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader #mw2 ghost #cod ghost

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callsign-datura · 4 months

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okay but. simon riley's dick. it's not a monster when it comes to length. 7 inches or so. but it's fucking thick. wide. thinner at the base, flares out up to the tip and has an upward curve. every time you and him fuck, it feels like how it did the first time you ever had sex; and if he's been away for a while? it downright stings. but the sting is lost on you when he hits that gummy spot inside you over and over. even tone from the base up. soft pink at the tip that flares an angry red when he's too hard for his own good. he has a few veins, specifically one thick vein along the underside. otherwise it's relatively smooth. he doesn't let his pubes get too long. usually keeps himself trimmed, does a bit of extra work before a date with you and he knows he's going to your place after. at first, he's a slow fucker. slow, gentle thrusts as he holds onto your hips. he rocks his hips slowly to let you get used to it, let the sting fade away. once you start making those whimpery noises, he speeds up a bit. and when you start begging? He forgets about being gentle. switches positions during sex. treats it as an activity for you two to bond, likes the idea of holding you close. likes missionary, but he likes doggystyle more. enjoys pinning you against a wall and holding your hands together as he grinds his hips into yours over and over. he's not vocal, at least until he gets close. when he knows you're about to cum and you start squeezing on him, he says the dirtiest things and laughs when he feels you squeeze even harder. he loves asking questions, expecting no real answer but a pathetic whimper and a moan. "you like that, love? like how it feels when i fuck you stupid? look at that look on your face... fuck, you're tight. squeeze me any harder and i'll fill up this pretty pussy. mm, you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

#simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost smut #ghost cod #simon riley #simon riley x reader

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whateveriwant · 3 months

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Simon Riley rough sex this. Simon Riley hard kink that. What about silly sex with Simon, huh? What about fun, carefree sex? What about goofy, awkward, ‘Ouch, you're on my hair’ / ‘Oh shit, sorry, love’ sex with Simon? Huh??? Ever think about that?

Simon who trips and falls after getting his feet caught in his trousers. Simon who fumbles his words as he tries to dirty talk, because you just feel so damn good he can't think straight. Simon whose sweat drips and stings your eyes as he holds himself above you. Simon who attempts to keep a straight face after one of you makes a fart noise, but then he breaks, which makes you break, and then you're both just dissolving into a fit of laughter. Simon who accidentally elbows you in the head as you're changing positions. Simon who misses your lips as he tries to kiss you in the dark, catching the tip of your nose instead. Simon whose voice cracks super loudly in the middle of a moan. Simon who forgot to lock the cat out of the room, and now she's jumping on the bed with you. Simon who has to pause and take five minutes after he gets a bad cramp in his leg. Simon who grins and chuckles to himself as he cums, biting his lip as he's overwhelmed by a feeling of bliss.

And finally, neither Simon nor you really worried about finishing, because at the end of the day all you care about is having fun together.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #cod smut #ghost cod #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #don't get me wrong. i love the rougher stuff as much as the next person #but sometimes i want silly goofy domestic simon too

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victoryverse · 3 months

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simon can't get over the feel of how tight your cunt gets everytime he comes back from a mission. it's not been stretched in a while, your little fingers or toys are nothing in comparison to his fucking thick length.

"shit" he curses with every thrust, "how do you get so fucking tight every time? jesus christ. just squeezing me, aren't you?"

your mouth would be dropped open, pleasure and pain mixing together, your tight pussy opening up to take him in.

again and again, rough, full thrusts that make you run your nails down his back. he doesn't even react to the pain of that, too focused on opening you up for him.

"shit. gonna have to fuck this pretty cunt every day"

he smirks as he sees you gasp and writhe beneath him, too fucked out to reply.

"multiple times a day too, yeah?"

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yawnderu · 7 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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simon grunts, his chest heaving as he palms at his chub, tracing the twitching muscle of his cock and letting out a hiss at the muted pleasure that razes through him. he shivers at the heated look you give him, your pretty eyes awash with desire, scalding as it trails down the lines of his bulk until it settles on his flesh.

“ah,” you whisper and simon nearly moans at the awe in your voice.

“s’right, baby,” he says, feeling the way he pulses underneath his low-hanging sweats. “s’all f’r you.”

there is a whine that drags itself from the base of your throat, so primal in the way it scratches your vocal cords, and simon has to fist his cock to stop himself from rutting against his palm.

“i can’t,” you whine, pouting, your eyes still trained on his groin. “‘m gonna be late for work.”

“please,” he croaks out, breathless himself. “how about jus’ the tip, love? jus’ give daddy a taste of you ‘round me, yeah?”

simon knows it is playing dirty to pull this card on you—to exploit your one weakness—but simon’s guilt is tucked underneath his stretching need, the desire bloating as it leaks past his rationality, leaving him with thinning restraints.

your sharp inhale is all the answer he needs.

he bites the inside of his cheek to tamp down the smirk dancing to the corners of his lips.

“okay,” you reply, tentative and quiet. “but just the tip, you promise?”

“swear,” simon murmurs.

like a goddamn liar.

he relishes in the squeals dripping from your parted lips, only for them to be muffled into your pillow.

he’s got you on your knees, your front all but pressed flat on the bed, your arms having lost the energy to keep yourself up as simon fucks you from the back. he’s got fistfuls of your ass, using them as sweet, sweet leverage as he manhandles your body back to his cock.

“so good f’r daddy, sweet’art,” he rumbles, his voice so deep it even sounds foreign to him. “so, so fuckin’ good, love.”

he punctuates his words with hard thrusts; drawing his cock out slowly, deliberately torturous so he can watch the way your hole grips at his cock, not wanting to let him go, before punching it back in. he doesn’t stop and keeps pushing his cock past the gummy press of your walls until his hips are pressed flush to the fat of your ass.

then, he repeats the process—sharp snaps of his hips leaving you twitching, and simon watches with a crazed giddiness as your hands uselessly scratch at the sheets as though that could tether you.

he bends forward, his bulk covering your trembling body. “such a cute darlin’ for me, lovie.” he ruts his cock along a particular sweet spot. “say ‘thank you’ to daddy?”

he hears a warbled reply from where your head is pressed to your pillow.

“hmm? wha’s ‘at?”

simon cups a hand on your forehead and carefully pulls, tipping your head up just enough that he can hear you.

he hears a hiccuped sob, then, “than’ you, daddy.”

simon giggles and presses a kiss on the back of your head. “what a good doll y’are.”

something about that makes your body tremble, spasming in his hold, and simon watches with awe as your toes curl, before he has to let go of you at the sudden tightening of your walls. his eyes go white, his ears ringing with a sharp static.

he feels so, so overwhelmed at the expanding euphoria that washes over him, lapping at the synapses from the back of his skull to the cavity of his ribs.

“you came,” simon mutters in awe, his voice passing through his teeth like a gritted hiss. “christ, lovie-”

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