#CoD smut

[cowboybeanbowll]

whipped!simonrileyx!reader

mdni!!!

simon riley was a mean man. he was rough around the edges and blunt, not giving a second thought about hurting someone’s feelings. that was until he met you.

you were his angel who made up for all the wrong in the world. you were perfect in his eyes. so pretty and sweet and it was all for him? he could die happily right then and there. anything you ever needed he would do in an instant.

something broken or need done around the house? it’s fixed before you can even complain. pretty girls shouldn’t have to worry their heads about such silly things.

need help carrying in groceries? simons got it, smacking at your ass to scold you when you even think about carrying a single bag.

bad day at work? don’t worry, he’s got you. he cooks your favorite meal, making sure your belly is full before he stuffs you with his thick cock. no such thing as a bad day when simon is around.

this man loves you more than anything and makes sure you know it.

[simonsrileyhusband]

after care with simon but its him the one that needs it.

simon who puts everything on making you feel good, giving you another round and another. who always makes sure you are satisfied and full.

that when he is done he goes quiet, nuzzling and cuddling up to you. closing his eyes and softly moaning when he takes in your scent.

and he gets all shy when you whisper how good he was, making you feel so good. praising him, telling him how big and strong he is, how handsome and sexy your simon is.

he cant help but squeeze you on his arms as you rub his back, like a good little puppy.

[1simpchunkygirl]

John just had to get a taste of his dessert (≧◡≦) 

18+ minors do not interact!

so you know that stupid tradition of the groom sticking his head under the bride's dress at the reception to pull the garter off? yeah that but every single one of the 141 would kiss your pussy while doing it.

johnny's full on making out with it over your underwear, leaving it sticking to you from a mixture of his spit and your arousal.

simon's got it pulled to the side so he can plant one directly on it and you can hear the deep rumble in his chest when you gasp in surprise.

kyle would place a kiss right over where your clit is under your underwear before running his tongue up the length of it.

and john would stuff his fingers in you while he gives your clit a harsh suck before letting go with an audible pop, comes out from under there with the garter in his teeth and licking his fingers.

[circe69]

"had to get it in, couldn't wait around!" - s.r. x reader

ʚɞ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ who is it? simon "ghost" riley x you

ʚɞ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ what is it? enemies always fuck better, right? you hate him, or so you thought...

ʚɞ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ cws: unprotected p in v, angry simon turned soft, huge d!ck, knife play kinda? ass play, heavy make out. word count: 2.4k

<3

"what the fuck was that about?"

you stomped into an empty, abandoned conference room and stood at the end of a long table, with one masked man sitting at the other end. your arms crossed themselves across your chest, and you popped a hip out to the side as you waited for his answer.

simon motherfucking riley was your arch nemesis. someone you didn't trust, never agreed with, and certainly never wanted to work with. but the world isn't fair. it keeps spinning even when you despise someone, and captain price couldn't care less about your feelings towards simon when it came to the thousands of lives you were saving every mission.

usually, if you're in a group, you don't dare speak to simon this way. you only nod your head at his commands and walk away, hoping that he's receiving the millions of telepathic "fuck you's" you put out somewhere into the universe. but now, you're alone, and there is no better time than the present to tell your lieutenant off.

"if you need to blow some steam, i suggest going for a few boxing rounds w' soap. he's always looking for-" he paused whatever ministrations he was writing on a file and looked up at you slowly, "an easy opponent."

you huff and smirk out of pure anger as you briskly round the table, making your way over to him. "I'm not here to fucking play around, lieutenant, I'm here to let you know I'm pissed because you gave everybody else an assignment overseas next month except for me." you paused and let his eyes meet yours as your strong volume turned into a whisper. "I've worked just as hard, if not fucking harder than the rest of these task force fuckers, and we both know I'd be a good shot out there."

when it comes to you giving your superior a piece of your mind, simon usually submits completely. he never fires back, to everyone else's surprise, and he always allows you to use him, so to speak, to yell at him and get everything out of your system before entering the world again.

but not today.

simon slowly stood up from his chair, keeping eye contact with you as he expanded to almost double your size in every factor possible.

the seconds felt like years as his eyes bore down into yours. your heart rate was doubling every time one of you blinked, and you had to tense every single muscle in your body just to remain stagnant in position. the silence was deafening, and as the seconds passed, you remembered everything you've seen this man do, every corpse he's thrown to the side like a piece of garbage in his way, every knife rusted and wasted because it's been buried deep in the jaw of his enemies, and the eyes that have seen all of this from the first person perspective, are staring right into your-

SLAM.

simons hand comes down onto the wooden table with the force of 10 men, it sounds like, and you couldn't do anything but jump. you flinch. you fucking flinch and it feels like you're waving a white flag.

His gloved fingers reach out to your chin and tug you by the jaw, forcing your face inches away from his, "I have fuckin' had it with your attitude. you can act like a bitch all you fucking want to price, to gaz, and I sure as fuck don't care about how you treat soap. but to me," he squeezes your chin to reinstate your obedience before drifting his hand to rest on your neck, "to me, you either respect me or don't say shit at all. so get used to swallowing your words around here from now on, cause there won't be anywhere else for them to fucking go but down your own throat."

coincidentally, you do swallow. hard and slow, and simons eyes watch and feel your neck bobbing as you begin to shake just slightly under his pressure. as he squeezes, a small squeak releases itself from your lips and you mentally kick yourself for it, knowing that's just what he wants. because once you let yourself go to the stormy waters that is simon riley, you'll never be the same again. he'll make sure of it.

"you say yes sir." his low voice whispered into the empty room, your face somewhere even closer than before, every minute that passes you move an inch. you still can't open your mouth, you're suffering from shell shock and there's no mercy to be found in the eyes of your shooter.

simon pulls out a blade from his thigh holster and presses it to your side, "say. it. now." he yells even louder. you feel the sharp sting of the metal start to break through the cotton of your shirt and tease your skin. a tear breaks free from your eyes, and you are completely gone. you're done for. absolutely dead in every sense but the physical.

"yes sir." you whisper, finally freeing yourself from some kind of paralysis. you feel the blade crash onto the table, as well as the sweet release of your neck from his hand. an extra wave of oxygen that you didn't know you were missing flowed though you in small gasps.

simon said nothing as he walked straight past you, out of the door, slamming it behind him. he left you, his knife, and a part of your soul, there in that room.

ʚɞ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

it had been a few days since simon had blown any ounce of relationship between the two of you into ash and dust, and you can't tell if the looks simon gives you now are filled with rage or just empty. empty meanings, empty promises, because he just doesn't care. but ever since he's made it clear with you that he is not to be messed with, you've unfortunately want him more.

simon riley is a fucking apex predator, and in the past, you've just been standing there, petting him, taunting him, and expecting nothing to happen. well now, you not only expect it, you fucking want it. you dream about all the things he could do to you. but all the things he hasn't said just prove that he couldn't care less.

that night, the only news channel your small tv offers called for rain, a lot of it, mixed with thunderstorms and lightning. as you dry your hair off with a towel, you walk to your window and look outside. your stomach churns at the sight of the angry clouds heading your way. you absolutely despise thunderstorms, and you prefer for a long night because there is no way you would be getting any sleep.

"fuck." you whisper to yourself as it starts to drizzle.

you try to ignore it as you kick off your slippers and get under your soft covers, pulling your duvet all the way up to your ears to try to mute the sound. it was now raining harder, and occasional sparks of electricity lit up your room from the sky, so you tossed and turn all night until you finally fell asleep.

it wasn't until hours later that a large boom of thunder shook you awake. you sat up immediately in a panic, gasping for air and looking around you as if you were expecting anything, something to explain the sound. tears started rolling down your face not only in fear, but in frustration also. you were so upset and so tired. you needed something, someone. just to tell you it was going to be okay. you slipped out of bed with a shaky hand clutching a necklace around your neck as you opened the door of your room and walked out.

the cold air of the hallway caused your skin to raise up into goosebumps and your nipples to pebble through your thin tank top, and even as you crossed your arms over yourself, it wasn't enough.

you headed straight for a door right down the hall. one with a name on the wood that you never thought you would go to in need in a million years. but you didn't know what to do.

your small knuckles rapped on the door, right underneath a nameplate.

simon "ghost" riley

you hear heavy footsteps and several locks unfastening before the door swings open.

a maskless man appears, with no shirt, and a large hand rubbing the side of his face. he was no doubt asleep before this. his eyes squinted as he leaned against the doorframe, trying to adjust to the light. your jaw hung slightly agape at the sight of him, so human. so disgustingly human who's done such non-humane things.

his eyes swept over your face as he noticed the tear stained cheeks, reddened from lack of sleep and continued down your body, down your full teardrop breasts, across your bare stomach, your sweatpants that hung loosely off your hips, and no words were spoken as he grabbed you by both forearms and drug you inside his room.

you gasped as he moved you backwards towards his bed, his much larger and comfier bed, and you no longer had any reason to stop him as he drug you under the covers with him. you couldn't believe him as he snuck in close to you, silently, as if it were normal.

it wasn’t until you felt an arm come up to rest upon your hip, and the floodgates opened. you couldn’t stop tears from rolling down your eyes. you were so confused, so scared, so fucking tired. small whimpers and gasps of breath continued.

“shhh.” came from simon’s mouth as he pulled you closer and softly squeezed your hip.

“you hate me” you whispered back, sobbing louder.

“hm-mm, no.”

“yes, you fucking hate me and you’ve just pulled me into your bed,” you start whining louder as your hands reach up to cover your face.

simon’s eyes slowly opened to look into yours before swatting your ass ,”quit crying n' go to sleep.”

you only responded with smaller, shorter intakes of breath and sniffles.

“y’hear me?” he patted your ass where he had slapped it before.

you nodded and whispered, “yes sir.”

a growl tore threw simon’s mouth as he looked up at the bedroom ceiling before throwing his forearm over his eyes, “fuckin’ hell.”

this time it’s you who reaches out, as you place a small palm on his bicep. he flinches at the touch before sighing,

“c’mere puppy.”

you slowly crawl on top of simon, placing both hands on his arms before allowing your head to fall between his neck and shoulder. a warmth slithered through you as you relaxed into him, and as his hand slowly caressed and squeezed the fat of your ass, the warmth exceeded just below your navel.

you made the mistake of squirming, and he noticed.

he clicked his tongue against his teeth while pulling you closer, “stay still.”

“i-i’m trying to get comfortable-"

"well stop." he interrupted, "just relax."

the wind outside howled, as simon's breath and yours intertwined through the space between you. and just like the storms outside, simon was the most unexpected thing to ever exist. he was trying hard to not scare you off, to be gentle, even though every thing in him contradicts that. but you know better. you know that he is gentle somewhere behind that mask.

you squirmed again, "simon I just don't know what to do." you leaned up to look at him. and there it was, the look that he only gave you, the small and desperate iris' just begging for some kind of affection. even without much light, you could still see him grasping at the frays for you. seconds of intense eye contact went by for simon broke the silence,

"just kiss m'then."

you gasped, sitting back a centimeter, but then nodded. and leaned into his touch. into him.

the kiss was soft and delicate, your lips and his just barely overlapping as you took in his woodsy smell, pine and maple, but that was all it took to pull a groan from simon.

more, more, is all he thought as he grabbed you by the hips and prodded his tongue against your lips. you smiled at the action, and without hesitation, opened up for him completely.

it was nothing but violent, raw, and urgent, the way simon kissed you. you moaned into his mouth as he smacked the fat of your ass, "all it took," he mumbled, "all it took was a little tongue for you to shut the fuck up."

you whined at the loss of contact as simon struggled to pull your pants down, but it disintegrated as he swiped a finger between your thighs, "fuck." simon whispered at the wetness pooling from your sex. "how many times have I yelled at you and gotten you wet?" he said, as he flipped you both around so you were now in your back, head smushing the soft pillow.

you groaned as he discarded his sweatpants and boxers, leaving his cock to spring out against his stomach. "how many times, baby?" he asked again, "you think about me hurting you when you play with this pretty pussy?" his index reached out to circle your clit a few times.

you couldn't help it, your body was betraying you in real time as your walls fluttered around nothing. "yes, yes I think about it, I think about you all the time simon." your babbles spilled out of you like water, and simon was lapping it up.

he chuckled, "don't even n'to prep you, you're a fuckin' faucet, sweetheart." his lengthy cock, with precut oozing out of the tip, was begging to be inside you, begging to fill you up. as he grabbed his length and positioned himself to your weeping hole, he looked you in the eyes, "y'want this?"

your eyes met his and for a second, you felt some sort of fire igniting deep within you, why was he even asking? why did it feel like the monster he is was softening for you?

you grabbed his hip and thrusted yourself, notching the tip of him inside your walls. "yes, I fucking want this, simon."

he chuckled as he watched him disappear inside you, inch by inch, every fucking centimeter felt like a year lived without you. he needed to make up for it, because the one woman that he couldn't stand just happened to be the woman he couldn't live without.

[codnasties]

Do you think you could find a cozy cuddle sex video for Gaz? 🥺👉👈 laying in bed being lazy with him, both of you too tired and sleepy to have a proper fuck, but you just need to feel him inside you 🥵

cosy cuddle sex w/gaz 🧢 (🌽 link)

slow nights are one of the things gaz greatly appreciates. because of his military career, he doesn't get to enjoy this kind of simpler thing in life. so when he gets them, he fully savours them. limbs all tangled as he holds you close to his chest.

lazily cuddling as a random tv show that you put on with the full intention of watching plays in the back. just background noise and source of the only light that allows you to admire each other. all of that because the two of you were too tired and sleepy, and being able to as much as lay next to one another only amplified that feeling.

but that feeling and being together mix badly and come with a side effect: hornyness. both of you too tired to propperly fuck but too horny for your own good. that's how you end, fully hugging him, one of your legs laying across his middle, as he's inside of you.

i'm not sure if you could call that fucking per se, but it wasn't excatly cockwarming either. using that leg that's around his hips to lightly push yourself up and down his cock, a barely noticeable movement. but both of you felt it. the way he was stretching you out nicely and how he felt his cock get more drenched with your arousal by the minute.

in some way, in that sleepy as fuck moment, both of you get to cum and immediately get knocked out - without gaz pulling out, may i add -

[cheeseatlantic]

i want his ass

MDNI!! (photo creds to @ave661)

OVERDRIVE

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem reader

The night is still electric, the lingering scent of fuel and asphalt mixing with the crisp air. Your body hums with adrenaline, muscles tight from gripping him too hard during the ride, thighs still buzzing from where they pressed against the sleek body of the motorcycle. Ghost killed the engine minutes ago, but the rush hasn’t faded—not from him, not from you.

And judging by the way he’s looking at you now? It won’t.

He’s still breathing hard, chest rising and falling beneath his leather jacket, but it’s not from the ride. It’s from you. From the way you’ve been teasing him all night, pressing too close, whispering filth in his ear through the helmet, running your hands over his thighs while he was going over a hundred miles an hour.

“You think that shit was funny?” His voice is low, dark, dangerous—the kind that makes you shiver. “Tryna get me to crash?”

You smirk, biting your lip as you lean back against the bike, feigning innocence. “Didn’t crash though, did you?”

His eyes darken, and suddenly he’s on you, all heat and power, pressing you against the still-warm metal. His gloved hand wraps around your throat, fingers firm but teasing, his breath hot against your lips.

“You got a real fuckin’ mouth on you,” he mutters, voice thick with restraint. “You like testing me, don’t you?”

The answer is obvious, but you don’t get a chance to say it—his lips crash into yours, raw and demanding, teeth scraping, tongue forcing its way inside like he owns it. He does own it. Owns you, if you’re being honest with yourself.

You moan against him, and he swallows the sound, pressing in harder, caging you in like you’re not going anywhere. His free hand yanks at your jacket, peeling it off with a rough tug, and it hits the pavement like it means nothing to him.

“Keep pushin’ me,” he breathes against your mouth. “See what happens.”

Your stomach flips at the promise in his voice, but you don’t even get the chance to push him further—he’s already losing patience. Already done pretending he has an ounce of self-control.

He spins you around, forcing your chest against the bike, the cold metal biting through your thin shirt. His hands waste no time—one pressing firm against your back, keeping you in place, the other yanking at your waistband.

“Simon—”

“You knew what you were doin’,” he growls. “Whole ride, grindin’ against me, actin’ all fuckin’ innocent—”

You gasp as he drags his hand between your thighs, teasing, barely giving you what you need.

“—like I wouldn’t pull over and ruin you.”

You whimper, arching back against him, but he doesn’t let up. His grip on you is iron, his breathing ragged as he keeps you pinned right where he wants you. He presses against you, lets you feel how hard he is, how much restraint it’s taking for him not to just take what he wants.

“You gonna beg for it?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Or you gonna keep runnin’ that mouth?”

Your head is spinning, heart pounding, thighs clenching around nothing because fuck, you want him so bad it hurts.

“Please,” you whisper, barely more than a breath.

Ghost exhales sharply, a dark chuckle vibrating in his chest. “That’s more like it.”

He doesn’t make you wait any longer.

His hands are rough, demanding, yanking down your clothes just enough to give him access, fingers teasing through the slick mess he caused. His breath stutters against your neck when he feels how ready you are for him, and his fingers tighten against your hip.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Knew you liked it rough, slut.”

Then he’s pressing inside, slow at first just to make you feel it, just to let you adjust to the way he stretches you open. A strangled moan leaves your lips, fingers gripping the bike for balance, and he groans at the way you squeeze around him.

“So fuckin’ tight—” His voice is already breaking, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow down.

Ghost moves like he drives—fast, reckless, skilled. He fucks into you with deep, brutal strokes, pressing you down against the bike, making sure you take every inch. His hands grip your hips so hard you know you’ll bruise, but you don’t care. Not when it feels like this. Not when he’s making you see fucking stars.

“Keep makin’ those pretty lil’ noises, yeah?” he pants against your neck, voice wrecked. “Love hearin’ how fuckin’ desperate you are for me.”

You whine, and his hand slides back up your throat, tilting your chin so he can kiss you—messy, sloppy, needy.

“You take me so fuckin’ well,” he groans, thrusts growing erratic. “Like you were made for me.”

You are. You know you are.

The coil in your stomach tightens, pleasure mounting so fast it makes your head spin. He feels it—feels the way your body clenches around him, the way you’re barely holding on.

“C’mon, love,” he rasps. “Come for me. Be a good girl ‘f me.”

And fuck, you do. You fall apart around him, body shuddering, fingers gripping onto whatever you can as you break. He curses, voice rough, movements turning messy as he chases his own release.

Then—fuck. He buries himself deep, hips stuttering, a strangled groan leaving his lips as he comes undone.

The world slows. The air is thick with heat and the scent of sweat and sex. Ghost leans against you for a second, chest rising and falling, hands still gripping your waist like he’s afraid to let go.

Then he chuckles, low and breathless, lips brushing your ear.

“Still think you can handle the speed, dove?”

get his ass in jail for reckless driving smh.

[annoyance-for-u]

I want the same ☹️

John Price who definitely sees your job as a cute little hobby to occupy your time when he’s away.

He loves hearing you go on and on when you really enjoy it while he’s away. Not so much when he’s home and it’s stressing you out and it’s taking away from his ability to fuck you because of how exhausted you are. So, he does the thing that only makes sense.

He’s calling your office and threatening them by using his job title to get you fired.

A wicked, wicked, wicked man. But he needed you comfortable, you deserved happiness. Not to be stressed out from a job you didn’t need in the first place.

Worst part about it?

He loved to fuck you so you could feel better after being fired. You’d come home, tears pricking your eyes after you slammed the front door shut. And there John would be right there, rushing towards you with the at most concern on his face, asking what’s wrong. He knew what was wrong.

“This is the 4rth time John! I-“ your breath hitched, tears rolling down your adorable cheeks. Poor baby.

“I must be fuckin awful! Everyone- everyone hates me!”

“No, no sweetheart!” He’d coo, cupping your face and kissing your tears away. “Yer good at what ya do, they jus’ hate havin such a hard workin woman ‘round.”

You’re rubbing your face and hiccuping, “Y-you think I’m good John?”

“Of course lovie, you’d be wrong tuh think otherwise.”

You’d sniff, looking up at John with those big brown puppy eyes. “Show me.”

His sweet girl needed him, and after his Oscar winning performance he’d give her the best show she could ever ask for. He’s eating you out right in the foyer, then bending you over on the hardwood floor and slamming you fat veiny, dick into you tight walls like there was no tomorrow.

“Aaaatta girl. Always take me so well.”

“Worked so hard honey, Daddy’s gotta show you how good ya are, hm?”

“Gonna cum? Show me how pretty you can make my cock lovie. Always so. Fuckin. Pretty.”

Captain Price loved his little wife. He’d give you anything if you asked for it.

Except let you keep a job.

Anything but that.

a/n: The only version of toxic Price I can handle 😭

[thatoneautisticshark]

Price had first seen Simon's vulnerability back when he was only a sergeant and Price was a lieutenant. They had been working together a good month, getting along well, and fairly in sync in the field.

So Price wasn't expecting post mission to find Simon on the ground of the locker room, back pressed against the wall, sobbing and tugging his hair out.

Naturally he panicked a little trying to work out what was wrong with his sergeant, crouching down, looking him over for injuries. He knew Simon hadn't been injured but he couldn't think of anything else to help.

Once he calmed down a little he grabbed Simon's hands, tugging them down. “No no no. Don't do that Simon”The younger man remained sobbing but kept his hands still in Price's hands.

Price gently held them, trying to calm his sergeant down. “Come on, can you stand up for me please?”

When Simon followed the order with no arguments, sobbing even dying down, was when they discovered that touch and gentle orders helped.

It quickly became routine, post mission cuddling, giving occasional soft orders. And that slowly spiralled and changed, leading to the current routine.

Price sat back in his seat in the heli, eyes scanning his team. Gaz was sitting on the floor, next to soap, who was trying to teach him a hand clap game. And failing.

It seemed despite being an amazing soldier, Gaz struggled with children's games.

Price let his gaze wander to Simon who was rigid as he always was post mission. Price could see he was digging his nails into his thigh, and gnawing the inside of his cheek.

Price winced, knowing he couldn't help until they were back at base in private. And it was killing him. Simon so clearly needed the stress relief.

“Lieutenant? Can I see you in my quarters after landing?”

Simon nodded “Yes sir.”

Soap grinned. “Ooooohhh is Ghost in trouble?” He chanted in a sing-song voice “What'd he dooo?"

Price gently whacked the sergeant on his head. “No he isn't in trouble, Mactavish. I just need to discuss something with him. If he really wanted to immediately rest he could have denied the request and he knows that”

Simon quietly nodded, confirming the Captain's statements.

Soap dramatically flopped back into gaz's lap, with a groan “Boringggg!”

As the Heli landed, the two younger sergeants practically bounded out. Price stood up, stretching before glancing at the other. “Coming?”

In no time at all they were back in Price's warm comfortable room. Simon stepped forward, burying his face in Price's neck, arm wrapping around his waist. Price huffed a laugh, hugging him back, rubbing a firm hand up and down his back. “That's It, love, relax. There we go, Simon.”

Once they had been standing in the centre of the room for a good ten minutes, price sighed. “Luv, do you want to relax and just cuddle, or do it?” Silence “I need an answer Si, kinda changes whether we go to the couch or bed”

Again, not an answer, Simon just pressed his face further into the crook of his captains neck, rubbing his balaclava slightly against the scruffy beard. Price gently pulled him towards the couch.

“Executive decision, we are doing this. Say if you want to stop okay?” With the burden of making the choice taken off him, Simon relaxed slightly more, nodding.

Price grabbed a cushion, throwing in on the floor, before gently pushing Simon onto his knees on it. He then sat on the couch right in front of his lieutenant, who wasted no time leaning forward, resting his head against the others pants.

Upon his mask being edged up slightly he nodded letting the captain pull it fully off with a whispers praise of “Good boy. That's it, just relax, I got you.”

The older chucked the mask aside, holding Simon's face as if he were precious. His thumb stroking the others cheek. “Such a pretty boy aren't you, one your knees for a nasty buggar like me”

Simons face made it clear he wanted to argue, but was already to far in to form coherent words. He hummed, shaking his head against the fabric of Price's cargos.

Price ran a hand through the blond almost white locs. “Shh darling, don't think. I'm doing all that, just relax” he murmured as Simon pressed his up up against the hand in his hair, much like a needy cat.

Simon, looking up at him though his lashes, eyes glassy and far away. Hair tussled and drool leaking from his mouth always managed to do it for price, making his dick chub up.

The absolute trust the standoffish man had in him, to dip this far into an out of his state. Trusting him to gently take him apart, piecing him back together with no harm.

Price wiped some spit dribbling down Simons chin up, before slowly pushing his thumb past Simons lips, watching as Simon took it, letting it sit in his mouth with a pleased hum.

He knew Simon had an oral fixation, he usually had something in his mouth, gum pens, his own fingernails. The way Simon totally relaxed when he had Price's fingers - Or dick - in his mouth, never failed to amaze the captain.

Simon was absently sucking the finger in his mouth with soft groans, teeth on it, not really chewing but holding.

And god he looked so pretty, flushed and pink like this.

Price groaned, his prick pressing harshly against his slacks, so hard it hurt.

“Mm yeah, just like that good boy”He breathed as he fumbled the zip of his pants open. “Such a good, pretty boy.”

He finally pulled his dick out, tip flushed angry red from the neglect.

His eyes stayed on Simon's face, as he let the finger fall from his mouth. Price stroked himself a few times “Yeah you want this? Don't you lad? You want this big cock down your throat”

Simon nodded, whining desperately trying to put together enough words to beg. “I.. please….I.”

But Price gently shushed him. “Shh, not going to let my baby boy go without. Just relax Lovie. Don't beg love, don't think, just be a good boy yeah?”

Simon nodded, whining again. Eyes still shining with unshed tears, as Price stroked his hair.

Price placed his dick on the waiting lips and tongue, giving a punched out moan as Simon immediately began sucking and licking.

The elder threaded his hands back into his hair, guiding the head on his cock, with praises mixed in with moans “Ah yes.. fuck like that Simon. Such a good boy. Your mouth was just made for this. Like that darling”

With how pent up he was, it didn't take price long to come undone, and Simon swallowed every drop.

When he tried to pull his dick back, he was met with a whine, prompting a chuckle. “You just wanna sit with it for a minute lad? You and your fixation.” He teased, placing his softening dick back in the warm heat of Simons mouth, feeling him hum contentedly as he rested his head back on the plush thigh.

Not to sound beggy, but you guys realise you can send asks? Pleaseee I really want more ideas, I'm not that creative to have infinite ideasss

[bluedrizzle82]

Naughty neighbors

Pt 2

Simon stares at you, his eyes admiring your body, he didn’t understand how your husband could leave you the way he does. You’re a beautiful woman, with an intelligent mind and a great sense of humor. “Good morning… let’s have breakfast together I don’t want to eat alone.” Simon lets you in but after closing the door he pulls you into him “how long are we going to keep this up before giving in? I know you want me just as much as I want you”

You feel his chest on your back as he breathes in your scent and pulling you in closer by your hips. Goosebumps erupt on your skin and you subconsciously rest your head on his shoulders “Simon.. you know we can’t.. I-I’m married…” he kissed your neck softly “Your body isn’t telling me to stop… why don’t you let me show you why you married the wrong man” in a swift motion your dress drops to the floor and you only realize once the cold air hits your body. You look down and your breast are on full display making you flustered. Simon gently grabs your breast and pinches your nipples “look at this already topless for me you know you wanted this..” he start sucking on your neck leaving marks all over and turns you around taking a nipple in his mouth. You toss your head back and run your fingers through his hair.

Suddenly he picks you up tossing you over his shoulder and walks upstairs. “If we’re going to do this we’ll do it the right way..” he takes you to his room and sets you on his bed climbing on top of you. You stare up at him still nervous and your heart racing. You had saved yourself for marriage so the only person to touch you was yourself mostly because your husband barely did he only cared about his own pleasure. All he ever did was suck your breast too hard or rub your labia as if he didn’t know what the clit was “Wait…” you stop him as he was kissing down your chest and you prop up on your elbows “I’ve never done this before…”

This hit Simon hard, not only were you a beautiful kind and smart woman but you were a virgin. “Okay well then i guess we’ll have to take it slowly let’s make you feel good today…” despite his cock throbbing in his pants he knew you were probably scared and he wanted you to experience pleasure comfortably. “Are you okay with that?” You nod and relax as much you can. When he pulls off your panties they have a wet spot due to your arousal and Simon smirks “i barely touched you and you’re so wet love.. look at this pretty pussy..” he spreads your pussy open gently and blows air into it making you flinch. “Relax love…” he takes a nice long lick from your pussy to your clit and swirls his tongue around it gently.

You let out a soft moan and you buck your hips into his face desperate for more “Simon… pl-please…” you rest your legs on his shoulders and gently grip his hair. Simon latches onto your clit and drags his tongue from the clit to the hood of your clit repeatedly. He pulls away slightly but you pull him back in “don’t stop please…” with a smirk he continues sucking and licking your clit while you’re relaxed he pushes a finger into you. You hiss at the sting but it fades quickly as his tongue keeps up the pace. You clench around his finger and he knew the day he fucks you will be the day he fills you up because it’s going to be hard pulling out this pretty cunt.

You feel his finger brush against something that makes you arch your back. “Simon!..” you scream and he pushed in another finger this time it hurt a bit more because of the stretch but you slowly relaxed. He starts fingering your sweet cunt and keeps slobbering all over your pretty swollen clit. Simon knew you were so close to cumming and he is determined to make you squirt on his face.

“Simon!…” that was all you could get out before you were gushing all over his face and bucking your hips. You were riding out your orgasm and gripping his hair tightly “shit…. don’t stop please!..” Simon was drowning in your cum but he loved it and drank it all up. As your pussy became sensitive you tried to push him away but he pushed your hands away and gripped your thighs. He continues to eat your pussy “you said not to stop..” he mumbles into your cunt and you whimper softly.

You cum for a second time and this time you push his head away “please Simon… I can’t oh fuck” you lift your head and look up at him. You can feel him abusing your sensitive clit and slurping up all your arousal. He finally pulls away but gives you one last lick. You stare into his eyes “your cunt taste so good love I could eat her all day…”

[reveluvjay]

It's almost valentines day y'all and I already know everyone's about to go crazy with smut. Here are some reaction pics to voice your 💕🎀support🎀💕 for ur fave author when the fic is so good, words just aren't enough 🫰🫶

[bluepandastarfish]

Whhhhaaaatttttt

MDNI

Warnings: Accusation of Infedelity, heavily unedited writing (wrote this in a power outage in my notes app xx), fingering, eating pussy, dirty talk, dumbification if you squint REALLY hard.

One message is all it took for you to spiral.

Outrage was an understatement. A month, a single month, into Price’s deployment you had recieved a message from an unknown number. They insisted of Price having an affair with his so-called ‘receptionist.’ Being his wife, you didnt believe it. You and John had been married for years now. He wasnt that kind of man! (You hoped.)

Weeks passed and wheels start turning. Seeds of doubt had started digging into you. The late nights he had stayed at base before his deployment, only sending as much as a quick text of ‘Be home late. Dont wait up.’ Or the necessary secrecy between what happens at his job or deployment were starting to plant ideas in your head you wouldnt have ever had if not for that message. Youre being worn down, and its killing you. Its not like you could ask him; being thousands of kilometres away without any time to do as much as glance at his phone.

So the emotional resentment grew. You find yourself wondering how he could do this to you, crying in your empty home that housed the both of you not long ago. Before you even come to terms with it, Youve packed your bags and lawyered up, letting your resentment fester for far to long without any outside input.

On the third month of Prices deployment, you drive yourself up to base with one intention; leave the divorce papers on his desk to find when he comes back and to leave without confrontation.

Security on base knows you as ‘Price’s missus’ by now, offering a small wave and a smile as you walk by and into your husbands office. You put the papers on his desk, that frustration and hurt bubbling up all over again. He has your wedding photo framed on his desk and it only hurts more. What did you do to deserve this?

You turn to go, heading back towards his door when you hear muffled laughter and the sounds of gear being unzipped and dumped from down the hallway. Theyre back. You pick up the pace, praying you can slip out before he gets close enough to notice. You reach for the door handle, but the door opens before you can even grasp it.

Shit.

And there he is, your eyes drinking in the sight of the awfully more rugged version of your husband; beard outgrown and messy with tired eyes that light up at the sight of you.

That light dies as soon as sees just how mad you look.

“So youre telling me, one message is all it took to lose all fucking faith?” Price practically growls, fingers rubbing at his temples. Hes sat in his chair with you on the other side of his desk, just as furious. “Everything makes sense! The staying late at base, the short messages and lack of updates when your deployed!” You hiss, frustration bubbling over making anything small seem huge.

Price takes a deep breath, a futile attempt to calm his temper. “The shit I deal with doesnt sleep. Theres reasons i stay back that you will never know, love. The law itself, wont let me tell you. Same goes for messages. Im sorry i dont have the time to let you know im okay when im deployed, god knows i wish I did.” He scowls, his gaze so heated and intense that you almost look away despite your own fury.

“And what about this receptionist huh?”

Your tone has changed, soft and shaky. vunerable.

Price’s expression softens, but he doesnt say a word, simply rounding his desk to pluck you out of your own chair and putting you down in his office chair. He sinks to his knees in front of you, hands rested on your thighs. Blue eyes peer up at you, sickeningly sincere. “Love, I dont interact with her unless necessary. This isnt some romance movie bullshit.” Your heart is working overtime, lips parted as guilt bubbles. “You- you understand where my doubt is coming from, though…right? Everything lined up perfectly, and-“

Price simply tuts. “We’ve talked about that pretty little head of yours overthinking too much, havent we?” You freeze, throat drying. You nod. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes-“ you croak. “We have.”

Price grunts in approval, his hands now running up and down your thighs.

“Have you been feeling neglected, hm? Is that it? My sweet wife needs some attention?” Price rumbles, his large, calloused hands that have been marked by countless battles now playing with the hem of your skirt.

“You’ve got my attention now, luvie. No need to play these stupid games with me.”

Your mind is already growing hazy; your husbands words making you almost want to forget about this whole incident. A finger hooks onto the waistband of your panties, bringing you back to the moment.

“Stupid games? John i was prepared to divorce you-“ he shushes you, dragging your underwear down your thighs, then your calves and over your shoes before slipping them into his pocket. A cheeky smile graces his face. stupid muttonchops.

“Must’ve left you alone for far too long then, if you were willing to take it this far.”

He slings your legs over his impossibly large shoulders, making you squeak as your pulled forward on the chair.

“Wouldve come home and fucked those stupid thoughts straight out of your head if i had known you were having doubts about my loyalty, sweetheart.”

He presses a messy kiss to your clit, making you gasp. He grumbles something incoherent (“Me? Cheat? Silly girl.”), before licking a long stripe up your neglected cunt, causing your hips to buck. The taste of you after going months without has price groaning into your heat. He eats like a man starved, a mix of desire to prove his loyalty and that he finally gets to taste his wife after being away for so long.

Hes fuming, really. Toward you? No.

Towards whatever stupid bastard sent you that message. He’s glad you didnt notice him slip your phone in his pocket, because he knew you’d be against him hunting the fucker down. You just need a distraction to keep that pretty little head thinking too hard. And he’ll give you just that.

“Oh, my poor sweet wife…” He grunts, before sucking on your clit with a renewed fevor. He pulls off with a lewd pop, two thick fingers replacing his previous ministrations. You’re squirming in his office chair, mind hazy and hips bucking.

“Thinkin’ I was out here cheating on ya’… you know better, love.” He tuts.

His fingers curl so nicely into that spongey spot that makes you see stars. “M sorry-“ you’d slur, “I didnt believe it when I first saw the message I promise-“ you gasp as price presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing in small tight circles.

“Lovie, you stormed in here with divorce papers. Dont tell me you didn’t believe it.”

Your head tilts back as you pant, small gasps slipping past your lips.

“There we go.” Price coaxes, his fingers picking up their pace.

“Wouldnt even cross my mind to look at another woman when my gorgeous girl looks like that as I stuff her cunt full of my fingers.” He coos, watching your face intently as your release crashes down; intense enough to make you writhe and moan.

Price pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean before getting up off his knees. Your throat runs dry, bracing for whats to come even as you grapple your bearings. You’re mentally preparing for Price to be dissapointed, upset with you, maybe even mad.

He analyzes your expression, leaning back against his desk. His eyes scrape over your small form sat in his chair.

“Im not upset, love. That pretty little head of yours had months to overthink that message without a voice of reason.”

Price tilts your chin up.

“Lets just not have to do this again, hm? Then i’ll be mad.”

Its sounds like a threat, but it isnt. Price knows he’ll always be there to talk his beloved wife down from the edge.

[leyavo]

💝 Valentines Headcanons

The guys forgetting Valentine’s Day, so you remind them of the little bet you made.

If they forget, you tie them up.

John sits there huffing puffing whilst you wrap the rope around him, his arm bent and hand pawing at your hair as he tries to keep it out of your face. Totally forgot just so this could happen, a little present tucked away in his office for you. “Unwrapping me like a present, talking of presents there’s a little something for you in my desk.”

Simon hates valentines and thinks it’s capitalistic bullshit (so do you, but you normally make dinner together). Sits in silence, only speaking to instruct you how to get a more secure knot. “Don’t want me getting out luv.” Smile twitching his lip as you stilled, hand hovering over the knot.

Johnny definitely forgot but he’s a man of his word, can’t let you down now. He can’t help, but laugh at your attempt. He doesn’t think you’ve ever tied a knot, there’s no tension in the rope that he easily slips out of it and teaches you a lesson. “If you wanted to be tied up, shoulda’ asked lass/pal.” Talks you through what he’s doing and how you should practice your knots for next year.

Kyle would never forget, but still volunteers to the bet. After a fancy dinner out and a new bracelet circling your wrist he surrenders to whatever you have planned. “You sure you’ve not been in the army, baby?” He teases, the knots too tight to undo. A tangled mess though later trying to get him free, had to use his army knife to slice through the rope.

[simonsrileyhusband]

Hello, I was wondering if you could write Simon x male reader, and i have this very specific story in mind

Simon who is kinda arrogant or whatever you call it, constantly trying to one up the reader, clingy, obnoxious but in love with the reader, flirting and shit but the reader at first doesn't return the feelings. Then at some point they bang and instead of the whole obnoxious "told you I'd fuck you good" Simon is more sentimental type, being so happy to finally have the reader.

Can you see the vision?

If not feel free to ignore this!

nsfw

you are not sure how you ended up in your bed with simon on top of you, shirtless, whining as he grinds on you, kissing down your neck and whispering how much he needed you, how much he wanted this.

ghost has always been flirty with you, always making suggestive jokes or remarks, trying to get a reaction out of you. but you never gave in, thinking he was like that with everyone, or thinking it was just that, a joke.

a few months ago, after a long mission a tipsy simon tried to flirt with you.

"hello doll, come here often?" i says leaning down to speak with you.

"no, this is my first time here." simon is handsome, everyone that looks st him knows it, sharp edges on his jaw, strong nose, big brows, cobered with small scars. he is handsome, and he knows it.

"mhm, new in town. would you like me to show you around? i have a nice bike."

"does that often work?"

"you have no idea... would you like to ride me?" you cant help but roll your eyes, even when his comment had an effect on you. your hand pushes him away.

"mhm, not really, im fine." you say before walking back to the table were the rest of the 141 was sitting, you can hear simon groan and order another drink.

and it happened again and again, indecent offering every single time he could. you blushed, pushed him away, say no and forget about it until next day.

but tonight was different, maybe the mission was too long, maybe you needed more rest to think straight. but simon looked way too good on that black shirt, a simple black button up with the sleeves rolled up.

maybe it was the way he laughed with the cup of whiskey raised to his lips. maybe it was the fact that you saw him covered in blood a few nights before, ripping a man apart that dared to try and harm you.

either way, you found yourself biting down on your lip and rubbing your thighs together at the sound of his low and husky voice.

"did you come alone, angel?" he asks, one hand on either side of you, caging you in the bar.

"no, i came with my friends." you say turning around, simons big body hulking over you, making you invisible for anyone that walked by.

"and where are they? they cant leave a cute birdie like you all alone..." he whispers leaning down.

"im fine, really. my friend simon takes care of me." you speak trying to hold back a smirk, your cheeks a bit blushed.

"oh, does he?"

"he does..."

"and is that simon guy handsome?"

"maybe... a bit"

"mhm" he chuckles and leans in to whisper in your ear "hi lovie... want me to drive you home? i only charge with a fun time"

"yeah" you mumble. simon pulls back, looking at you shoocked.

"w-what?" he asks blinking rapidly.

"yeah, take me home... ill pay" you whisper, a bit shyly.

his breath get heavier and he nods, walking to the table to grab his helmet and phone.

the drive to your apartment was quick, not a lot of people were out that night. you could feel how tense he was when you pressed your chest against his back, your hands rubbing his legs and squeezing his hands when they came to yours on the red lights.

"thanks, thanks... fuck, thank you" he whispers, his dick buried deep inside of you, your lips swollen from how much he kissed you.

"you are so pretty, so so pretty" he whines, rubbing your sides softly. his whole act falling down the moment you gave in, his facade crumbling at every moan and whimper you let out.

"fuck, love... ill make you feel good, ill make you feel so good."

[kiss4tell]

𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐏✩𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒, task force 141.

happy valentines day to everyone who daydreams about getting dicked down by their favorite 141 boys ₊˚⊹♡

𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 ༝༚༝༚ after a long, exhausting day that left simon sweaty and sore, all he wanted was to come home to his sweet angel, to hold you in his arms and let the weight of the world melt away. so when he walked through the door and saw you in the kitchen, making his favorite dinner in nothing but those pretty little panties and his shirt slipping off your shoulder, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. he pulled you into the bedroom, taking his time, making sure you felt every inch of him inside you, letting you know exactly what you do to him.

𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 ༝༚༝༚ johnny never had much luck in relationships—either his emotional baggage was too much, or his… passion in the sack was a little overwhelming. so when the prettiest bird he’s seen in a long, long time comes up to him at the bar, hitting him with brain-melting pickup lines that leave him weak in the knees, he knows he has to take you home. he has to show you exactly how much he appreciates the ego boost, and he does it in the only way he knows how—with his cock, making damn sure you know just how wanted you are.

𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 ༝༚༝༚ as much as john would love to drive you into the mattress the second he comes home from a three-week-long deployment, he knows you deserve more than that—you’ve been waiting so patiently for him, after all. so instead, he takes his time, worshipping you with his hands, tracing them over every inch of your body like he’s memorizing you all over again, pressing kisses to your heated skin before finally pumping his fingers inside you, watching the way your pretty face changes with every curl, every stroke, every sweet little noise that slips from your lips.

𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐞 ༝༚༝༚ there’s nothing kyle loves more than watching every expression you make as he takes you in missionary, his dark eyes drinking in every flutter of your lashes, every parted gasp, every way your body reacts to him. he times his thrusts just right, keeping his pace deep and calculated, watching the way your tits bounce with each one, unable to resist pinching them, suckling them, cupping them in his hands just to see you squirm. his lips stay close to your ear, whispering praise after praise, letting you know exactly how much you mean to him, exactly how good you feel wrapped around him, exactly how fucking lucky he is to have you.

[konigofmyheart]

I heard you might be in need of an insertion specialist. I am at your service.

other version

[bone-trash]

I’m a simple man. When one usually less than vocal man tells his beloved yapper that his mouth is fucking made for sucking cock, I appreciate it. I’m a fan.