#CoD

[eleu22]

team

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

filthy older bf simon riley

—ㅤ ꒰ྀིㅤ simon riley x reader ಿৎ

mentions of: oral (m) receiving, vaginal sex, age gap (legal - simon in his early-mid 30’s reader in early 20s), slight breeding kink, unprotected sex

older! bf simon riley that’s just disgustingly filthy when it comes to you.

older bf simon would have no shame in grabbing your ass or tits, his large tatted hand giving your perky ass a harsh slap, or shamelessly squeezing the fat on your tits. “come on, ‘m just appreciating my girl,” he grunted whenever others stared.

he loves a good quickie.

having your moans muffled by his large hand as his cock splits your glossy cunt in half, the lewd squelching sound filling up the small room. “hear that luvie? yer pussy luvs this.” the room would end up smelling like sex and sweat, the two of your body’s glistening as simon rutted into you. simon never missed an opportunity to tease you about the age gap, “love gettin’ fucked by a man a decade older hm? getting dumbed out on his cock.”

simon absolutely loved watching you drool all over his cock.

he could coo at the sight of you all messy and dumb, your pink glossy lips smeared with your mascara running down. simon would spit in your mouth beforehand, ensuring that you had enough slobber to drool all over your chin, making a sticky mess on your hands. “‘s a messy girl luvie.” he would shove his fingers inside your mouth, making you gag slightly,

his tone soft and teasing a he tapped on your cheek, “make sure yer breathing yeah? can’t have you passin’ out on me.” you nodding slowly as your nose was nestled into his messy pubes. once he comes down your throat he would make sure that you swallowed each drop, forcing your head down all the way, “don’t be wasteful yeah? need to fill you up.” after simon would pry your mouth open with his fingers, making sure that you obeyed. “‘m just checkin’ luvie”

simon loved covering you with his cum he would come on your face, gluing your lashes together as his large hand smears it all over your cheeks. same went for your tits, coating them with his sticky cum as he continued fucking them, your skin glistening whilst making the most wet and squelching sounds with simon’s cock sliding in between your breasts. “they’re so damn pretty baby, ‘m luv em so much.”

simon loves the idea of breeding you, the thought of you all round and plump whilst carrying his own child made his ego swell. he would beg to come inside, “please luvie? you’d look so perfect all round, i’ll make you my sweet little house wife yeah? lookin’ all pretty while i work.” as an extra precaution he would come multiple times, enough where it made a sticky mess on your inner thighs and it leaking out even with his cock stuffed inside you.

[hatsbuckets]

The first time Graves used “all y’all” in front of the Brits, they had to physically restrain themselves from shaking him like a ragdoll.

...

“Now, all y’all just calm down a minute--”

A beat of silence.

Price blinked. Soap tilted his head like a confused retriever. Gaz mouthed ‘all y’all?’ like it was a slur.

“Beg your fuckin’ pardon?” Soap asked.

...

Graves, undeterred:

“Y’all’d’ve done better if you’d waited for backup.”

Gaz made a noise like a computer shutting down.

“I’m sorry... y’all would’ve what?”

Graves: “Would’ve done better.”

Price, flat: “That’s not what you said.”

“I was fixin’ to explain!”

“Fixing what now?”

...

While reviewing blueprints:

“Might coulda added another entry point here.”

Soap stood up. “This is an act o' terrorism."

[lanialania00]

[tiredkatzz]

Gonna try my luck on tumblr again with cod fanart? I feel like nobody who follows me on my other platforms cares for my interest in cod so maybe I'll get new people here? Hello? Pls

This is all I've got so far cause I have no push to draw more fanart when nobody cares about it haha

[kkusuka]

more roommate simon!

i love the idea that simon thinks he's super open and available with his emotions and reader thinking he's really cold and disinterested. is he ooc? yeah. do i care? no. if you want cannon ghost, play the game!

simon riley doesn't know when you became so important to him.

the only reason he even put out the ad for a roommate was because his landlord though he'd moved out while he was away and he'd rather have some bird in his place than deal with that again.

you were just so easy; showing up to the coffee shop (where you requested to have your first meeting just in case he was some crazy murderer) face flushed, strands of hair all over the place, and sweater a mess; rushing to explain how you got sprayed by a sprinkler on your walk over then chased by a dog. and just as you repeat sorry for the 30th time simon thinks he's in love. you're officially his roommate 30 minutes later.

but it's so out of character for him. he hasn't been around anything other than hard ass military men since he was a teenager. fuck, he's killed hundreds of men in his line of work, tortured thousands more. (he doesn't like to think that that's why he's so drawn to you. that you're so different from who he has to be, someone he's been for so long, that being around you lets him breathe. that he feels like he can actually sit and enjoy his moments away from the field in your tiny manchester apartment.)

he thinks it actually started with the decorations.

the small trinkets you let around the common spaces when he was away. it starts with your room obviously; fairy lights above your bed that spills light into the hallway when he comes home in the early morning hours, paintings on the wall that eventually flow over into the living room, the small plants in your window sill that you ask him to water one day after you leave for work.

then the dinner table suddenly has checkerboard placemats and a vase of flowers that change with the season. and his run-down couch has decorative pillows and a throw blanket (both words he learned from you when he questions what the fuck is on his couch). then the bathroom in the hallway gets a new soap stand, and a mat is placed at your front door, next to the shoe organizer and coat rack.

so he starts buying things too; the penguin plushie in the supermarket window, the vase that matches the curtains in the living room, and a small skull magnet to rest on the face of your fridge.

and before simon knows it his dreary, cold apartment actually looks lived in. and instead of coming home to a dark hallway and an empty fridge, your flower lamp is on, some random show from the 90s is playing, and there's food on the table.

he gets to know you more than he thought he would; he knows what foods you don't like, the books you're reading and the ones you refuse to read again, and even that dick from work he promises to take care of if he bothers you again (it's evident that you think it's a joke and not something that he would genuinely do but simon doesn't think he's ever been more serious).

but he never lets you know too much about him, you don't need to know about it and the less you find out the better.

then came dinners, actual dinner not just him showing up while you already had food ready. you would ask if he wanted whatever you had made ( 'i'm already making food and i normally don't eat is all anyway, so i might as well share' ). so suddenly he was spending his nights at your table with a homecooked meal and simon doesn't think he could ever let this go.

then he gets sent away again, for way longer this time. he makes sure to update his paperwork, changes his emergency contact, your name swirled onto the spouse line. you were probably as close as he'll ever get to one and if you're there they'll tell you if anything happens to him faster. he doesn't want to think of how nice your first name looks with his last name. and you'll probably never even know, simon's never gotten that injured before and he doesn't plan on it now.

months in the heat of the middle east return him to hard shell of a man he was. coming home caked in dirt, blood speckled on his clothes; he doesn't want you to see him like this, he doesn't want you to know this version of him. and for the first time he regrets letting you come into his life.

you are home when he gets back, 2:30 in the morning and every light is off, he opens your door to make sure. you're asleep, not shocking, cuddled into the giant octopus you won at an arcade. he tries not to move, he just wants to look at you for a little bit.

he wakes up the next morning to breakfast and a new pair of combat boots. he's only home for a week this time, not that he's ever home for longer than a month, and he tries to soak up all of your time. you complain about your car, he's on it. the heater started being testy, that's fine he'll take care of it. he's going grocery shopping with you, he watching that weird hospital show, and he enjoys his time in domestic bliss before getting thrown back into some random country.

somehow that all led him here. laying in a hospital bed with two bullets lodged in his shoulder with you sitting in some shitty chair pulled as close to the bed as you could.

"so uh, i'm mrs. riley now?"

"yeah, ya are. 'av been for a while."

[k0ingisdone]

you know what.

I am so fucking tired of rape fics. I am a sexual assault survivor and you sexulise rape. why. why do I work so hard to get better and it all get ruined by some horny asshole just like last time. THESE CHARATERS DONT WANT TO RAPE YOU. rape is horrible, its NOT sexy. its traumatizing. why do you keep talking about it and writing about it. STOP MINIMIZING MY PAIN WITH YOUR DERANGED FANTASIES.

Simon Riley isnt a rapist

Leon Kennedy isnt a rapist

and belive it or not Jonathan Crane ISNT A FUCKING RAPIST

dont tell me not to kink shame

do not tell me to skip it

you cannot tell me that my trauma doesn't matter

STOP WRITING RAPE FICS

[slater-baby]

Touch-starved Simon that gets hard every time the medic on base so much as puts a bandaid on him :((

[brav0-6]

GHOST 💀 COD WARZONE VERDANSK LAUNCH TRAILER

[amaranthinespirit]

Hi! Request for the husband!simon and murderer!reader, your latest post mentioned we've never killed a woman.

But what if Simon comes home to another one of your killings but this time it's a barista/or just a woman who wouldn't get the hint that Simon is happily married.

husband!simon riley discovering your latest kill is the barista from his favorite coffee shop

simon has a certain coffee shop he frequents to get his morning coffee—typically when he wants to let you sleep in because he prefers you to make his coffee to him. you just have a magic touch.

the coffee shop is the next best thing, and while it's not quite as good as how his sweet wife makes it, it'll do. sometimes, on his way home, he'll stop and grab you a sweet drink and a treat—you'll need the energy for later.

but lately, he's noticed this one barista in particular that just won't get the hint he has a ring on his finger and a perfect wife at home to match it.

sure, the barista is pretty—but not to his standards. everyone pales in comparison to you. he worships the ground you walk on and kisses your feet.

every day he goes in, and she's there, she won't miss the opportunity to tighten her apron around her waist, bat her lashes while biting her thin bottom lip, and speak with a sweet voice that makes his stomach roll. (he prefers his wife in an apron—typically because she doesn't wear anything under it when he asks her).

she leaves hearts on his to-go cups that he disposes of once he transfers it to a tumbler with a kiss print on the outside from your red lipstick. she gives him her employee discount. more money to spend on equipment to dispose of your bodies, not the tip jar.

simon ignores all of this, but he also doesn't tell you. he figures you're already stressed as is and doesn't want to add a petulant and persistent twenty-something girl to the mix.

next thing he knows, she's scribbled her number on his cup, encased in a heart. he knew they had to write personal messages to increase customer connection, but this seemed a bit of a reach.

i mean, come on. 'xxx-xxx-xxxx call me x' is a little excessive.

he scowled at it, resisting the urge to squish the cup under his palm. he turned away without another word, but he did send you a picture this time before promptly throwing it away—the coffee still inside. who knew what she had done to it.

simon didn't question when you wanted to know her name. meek curiosity, he assumed, but what an incorrect assumption it was.

arriving home was always a guessing game because you don't tell him when you've lured another man to his demise. don't wanna keep records of it, simon would tell you. just in case.

every day, he'd take a guess on if you've killed or not. so far, he hasn't been wrong. maybe he can just tell whenever you're in that type of mood, but his reward is giving you the same number of orgasms as his streak. he's currently at nine.

when he pulled into the driveway, he was thinking that he would find a large body belonging to a man, too close to your rug—which he would scold you about by edging you mercilessly.

what he wasn't expecting was the body of the barista that always flirted with him, and you wielding a knife as you stared at him like it was his turn.

boy, did that make him hard.

standing there with a bloodied hand on your hip, red dripping from the knife as you waved it slowly back and forth through the air, as if taunting him. "got something to explain, si?"

his expression contorted to one of confusion, looking between you and the body before relaxing with a chuckle. "jealous, luv?" he stepped closer, pulling the knife from your hand and letting it clatter to the floor.

his rough hands found your hips, rubbing himself against your front as he trailed kisses from your jaw and down your neck. "new perfume?" he diverted.

"si. don't distract me. are you hiding something?" you tried to keep a straight face as you scolded him, but how could you? your husband was dangerously irresistible.

he chuckles again. "only tha' she's been botherin' me for t'long." his voice is gruff. "if y'didn't handle 'er, I would'v."

"oh." a frown pulls at your face. "why didn't you tell me? I would've killed her a lot sooner—"

you yelp as simon suddenly takes you over his shoulder, followed by a giggle as you struggle for a grip against his shirt. a whine of his name only earns a slap to your rear.

"c'mon, luvie, got'a get ya cleaned up." he starts in the direction of the bathroom, where he would personally scrub the blood from your body. somewhat like he had to do the first time you killed. clueless thing. "need ta stay pretty f'me, yeah?"

he'll take care of the corpse a bit later, if it meant cleaning you up personally. and delivering...ten orgasms as his reward for keeping his streak.

[toomanywordsnllines]

Ghoap smooch

[eleu22]

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

“i can’t say it, i’m shy,” reader x “need you to use your pretty words,” simon riley

—ㅤ ꒰ྀིㅤ simon riley x reader ಿৎ

mentions of: vaginal sex, slight degradation, soft dom simon until the last comment at the end teehee, age gap briefly mentioned

“‘m shy si,” you mumbled softly, your voice barely audible as you avoided eye contact, your cheeks heating up as simon had you pinned down naked, your legs wrapped around his waist as your ankles dug into his lower back.

he tutted, “need you to use your words alright luvie? yer not gonna come by staying silent.” simon knew just how shy you were, the way you followed him around like a lost puppy, your big eyes staring at him before understanding what you want and taking you to bed. but no, this time he wanted you to say it. “yer older man is asking you and yer gonna say no?”

you looked away from him, your teeth sinking down to your bottom lip as the blush spreads down to your chest. “need you to make me come si,” you muttered out quickly, too soft and fast for him to understand. a low chuckle left simon’s mouth. “come on luvie, we can do better than that.”

though his thrusts didn’t stop, his cock abusing your small leaking cunt as the bed frame creaked,“give it another go luvie, good girls use their voice yeah?” his eyes glued to the way your tits bounced, your eyes rolling back as he continued to edge you for what felt like forever.

slowly your chest started to rise and fall heavily, your breaths coming out as pants as simon continued to fuck you like his own personal flesh light. “come on baby, breathe,” he reminded you as you started to get a little hazy, your eyes dilated and unfocused.

“i know it’s a lot yeah luvie? must feel good too, but need you to try again.”

“i wanna come si,” you moaned desperately, your perfectly manicured nails creating crescent indents on his muscular shoulders. “there we go, wasn’t that hard was it baby?” he cooed. “want me to fuck yer sweet lil cunt till your drippin’?”

“who knew a sweet soft girl like you was a slut begging to be filled hm?”

[mizushibart]

soapuppy week! prompts: cuddling, treats, kissing, dog grooming, soulmates, nesting, praise

[lanialania00]

a silly drawing