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#call of duty#cod#cod mw3#mw3#ghostsoap#ghoap#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#soap cod#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#pj's posts
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Continuation of this
Riley was voted as who deserved better!
Now let's do the opposite and vote for who deserved worse!
Please remember, no repeat characters on this list
#poppy playtime#yarnaby#pianosaurus#doey the doughman#cat bee#kissy missy#dogday#poppy playtime riley#huggy wuggy#leith pierre#rich lovitz#stella greyber#mommy long legs#poppy playtime poppy#pj pug a pillar#bunzo bunny#mini huggies#boxy boo#harley sawyer#catnap#miss delight#smiling critters#nightmare critters#eddie ritterman
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kicks feet what if u drew ghoap hugging… or even thought about them, .. a little bit of soft…. Also beams the image of 09 ghost and roach sitting on a wall at 3am sharing earbuds listening to roach’s playlist directly into your brain [id die if you drew that either LOL]
ask and you shall receive <3<3
#this made me realize ive never draw roach#also pj ghostsoap bc fck military gear#ghostsoap#ghoap#simon ghost riley#cod mw2#cod mw3#soapghost#john soap mactavish#call of duty#.psd
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the usual advice is to do vocals of your kintype, so, as a Ghost (CoD) kin, I will be talking in a British accent for the rest of ever, thank you
#fictionlink#fictionkin#copinglink#fictionkith#im so normal#biting and biting and biting#walking around my house in sanrio pjs mumbling voice lines#because thats normal and sexy#i have to physically restrain myself from calling my dad captain??#hi yes im going crazy thanks for asking#ghost call of duty#call of duty#simon ghost riley#simon riley
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Something about Riley’s inadequacy arc in s5 and how everyone wants to save the world but nobody wants to help do the dishes.
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riley figures out how to edit images
devastating results occur
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Have a piece of my mind...
smut, smut, smutty smut...
As always, likes, comments, reposts and positive criticism are highly appreciated 🫶
Simon "Ghost" Riley knows when to fuck and when to make love.
He's memorized your menstrual cycle so before you get your period, when your body and mind are over sensitive and you cry cause you saw an add of homeless dogs in the TV, he's gentle... with his words and his touch.
He makes love to you, he settles for missionary, making eye contact, your legs wrap around his waist while he thrust into you deep and slow, he squeezes your sore boobs lightly, he doesn't want to hurt you, and flicks his tongue on your harden nipples.
He intertwines his fingers with yours, holding your hands on each side of your face as he pepper kisses all over your face and neck, he whisper soft praises and words of encouragement on your ear. "so good for me, love", "good girl, taking me so well", "baby... keep looking at me".
He slides his hand between your bodies to rub soft circles on your clit until you cum with a soft cry of his name.
He gives you the best aftercare, he cleans you up and helps you put on your favorite pj's, he brings you water and your favorite snacks, he wraps you in his burly arms, kissing your forehead and running a gentle hand on your back until you are fast asleep.
Oh but when you're ovulating and constantly horny, when you follow him around your shared apartment, your hands always on him and your voice is whiny and needy, when you mindlessly rub your boobs against his bicep?. That's when he fucks you.
He got you on a mating press while he pounds on your swollen cunt at a supernatural pace and you're panting like a bitch in heat, his hand comes to wrap around your throat as he dirty talks you "fuck, so wet for me", "tight little cunt making a mess on my cock", "is this what you wanted baby?, to be fucked like a whore, yeah?".
He doesn't need to rub your clit, he's fucking you oh so, so good, thrusting balls deep into you, the squelching sound of your wet pussy and skin slapping against skin fill the room along with your loud moans and his grunts, his pubic bone hits your clit just right, your eyes roll back as you orgasm so hard you think you may be having a seizure, he's movements doesn't falter as he chases his own release driving you into overstimulation while he fills your pussy with his hot, white cum.
Simon "Ghost" Riley knows you like the back of his hand so much so he knows when you need to be fucked like a whore and when he needs to make love to you and he'll do it because you are his good girl, the light on his darkest days and the love of his life.
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Types of lingerie they'd go a little feral over — plus-size!fem!reader x cod characters
Includes: Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, König, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria
CW: mid/plus-size reader, photos of people wearing lingerie!, mentions of sex/sexual activities
Photos are not indicative of reader's body type/skin colour/other physical attributes! Just meant to be examples, but us bigger girls deserve some rep on here (but also why is it so hard to find cute pics of mid/plus-size girlies that aren't ads or extremely edited?)
All rights go to owners of the photos! I tried to crop out their faces as best I could <3
John Price
Price would love anything feminine. He adores when you play into his housewife kink, parading around the house in babydoll dresses and fur-lined robes (preferably sheer). He wouldn't even bother with taking the pieces off once he gets his hands on you, simply pulling and adjusting where necessary. Not above ripping either, but don't worry, he'll gladly buy you some new sets. Maybe he should get you some of those crotchless panties, poppet, would save him a lot of hassle.

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish
Listen, as much as he loves it seeing you all dolled up, there is nothing that gets him going quicker than you in some raggedy, hole-ridden comfy clothes, preferably when they're his. His boxers framing your plump ass so nicely, digging into your flesh a bit when you move and his shirt doing nothing to hide the jiggle of your tits while your nipples poke through the fabric. If he sees you like this, his hands are all over you in a split second. God forbid your shirt is cropped, showing off your soft tummy and the underside of your breasts — you couldn't pry him off with a crowbar.

(you cannot tell me Johnny doesn't own some dumbass boxers like this)
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
In fear of repeating myself, I think Simon would also go a little dreamy-eyed over you in your comfies. Except, unlike Johnny, he loves those sweet little pj-sets you wear. He's still a little taken aback every time he comes home to you curled up on his — your — couch. The realization that he has something this sweet to come home to — that he has a home at all, hitting him like a freight train. Like Price, doesn't bother taking your pajamas off when he pounces on you. Just makes it easier for him to tuck you into bed after he's done with you.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
Garters, belts, straps, buckles, the whole thing. And best believe he's the one picking them out, too. You'll randomly find boxes on your bed, the contents in different styles, colours, fabrics. He insists you model them for him, or send him pictures if he's deployed. The sets are an absolute nightmare to get into, but he'll gladly help you take them off, darlin'. Don't mind him though, if he snaps a photo or two in the process. Also loves it when you wear lingerie as part of an actual outfit. What can I say, the man loves showing you off (with the knowledge he's the only one that gets to see the full sets and everything underneath them later).

König
Anything resembling some cheap halloween costume from party city. It honestly doesn't matter to him what; sexy secretary, naughty nurse, you name it. Literally whatever. He will lose his mind a little if you go as far as to engage in some roleplay pertaining to whatever you're wearing — acting like he's your boss or your patient. Oh, a pair of animal ears can and will make his eyes roll back in his head. (He will, however, ensure that your outfits are of relatively good quality — they've gotta outlast a least a few rounds, Schatzi).

Philip Graves
Ugh, he's so nasty (affectionate). He wants you to look hyper-feminine. His perfect little all-american wife (even if you've never set foot in the usa, or don't yet wear a ring on your finger) in her hyper-feminine lingerie, waiting for her soldier to come home. Frilly bras, lacy undies and silky night dresses in white or pink or any pastel shade. He gets off on the innocence they exude — makes him want to ruin you. And then wife you up. Maybe give you a baby or two.

Alejandro Vargas
Corsets!!! Or anything somewhat structured, really. This man adores the shape of your body no matter what, and the way the corset only accentuates the curve of your waist and pushes your tits up so deliciously has him rock fucking hard. If you choose to add some thigh-highs to that with the plush fat of your thighs spilling over the edge you may as well have killed him. He also has this weird infatuation with the marks the corset leaves on your skin after you (or he) take it off.

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra
This poor man nearly faints the first time you wear lingerie for him (and pretty much every time after that). It doesn't particularly matter to him what it is, but he does like it when you stick to the classics: simple lacy bra and panty set. He likes that it makes you feel confident and (relatively) comfortable, as your comfort is always his number one priority. He also just thinks the simplicity of the sets helps accentuate the beauty of your body, rather than distract from it.

Valeria Garza
Anything expensive. Like, crazy expensive. She has the money, amor, why not spend it on something she enjoys? She'll make sure you only wear the highest quality fabrics (and that goes for all your clothing, by the way, she likes taking care of her girl). There are diamonds glittering all over your body, highlighting all your curves and twinkling with every move you make, and a nice string of pearls disappearing between your folds.

(I couldn't find ANY photos of this type of lingerie on bigger bodies, my apologies. Rest assured Valeria will get everything custom-made for you — remember, only the best for her girl)
#group posts#cod x reader#cod mwii#cod modern warfare#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#soap x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#price x reader#john price x reader#gaz x reader#kyle garrick x reader#konig x reader#könig x reader#graves x reader#philip graves x reader#alejandro x reader#alejandro vargas x reader#rudy x reader#rodolfo parra x reader#valeria garza x reader#valeria x reader#cod imagine#141 x reader#task force 141 x reader#task force 141#simon ghost x reader#call of duty#captain price#ghost
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bedtime w/ ghost...
headcannons of simon riley if you and him were getting in bed as a couple!
^^ if anyone knows how to make one of those cute banners of the pictures before the post, please let me know how to do that i cant figure it out!
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you both would stand side by side while you brush your teeth
lots of cuddles and kisses, no mask
whenever you're having trouble sleeping, you both watch your favorite TV show and fall asleep to it in each others arms
simon prefers laying on your chest to hear your heartbeat to make sure you're still breathing
he would give you back rubs to help you fall asleep
whenever he has trouble sleeping, he just watches you while thinking about how beautiful you are
when you get hot and move away he'll immediately wake up and throw the covers off and cuddles you more, removing the covers from you instead of cuddles
he takes care of your stuffed animals as if they were his own children because you like to pretend they are. he gives them all head kisses to say goodnight one by one. he only does it to make you happy.
he'll make you warm milk to help you sleep along with turning down/up the heating whether you like to sleep being cold or hot
when you have nightmares, he shows you his muscles and says "Ain't nobody getting through me to get you, love" it always makes you laugh which is why he does it
he fights to stay awake just so he can see your face relaxing and fluttering into sleep then he lets himself rest after making sure you're okay and comfortable
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you have a certain pj set you wear whenever you feel up for sex and he always takes advantage of that
he loves to give you sleepy and sloppy head, claims it helps him fall asleep
when you have trouble sleeping he'll have you ride him until you tire yourself out
#simon riley x reader#call of duty#fanfic#my writing#headcanon#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#ghost cod#ghost fanfiction#ghost headcanons#anoynmouss4uthor
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Someone draw him wearing this!!! Please!!!!!


ghost would wear this unironically
#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley coded#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost mw2#modern warefare ii#funny#pjs#fashion
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Continuation of this
You voted Catnap as Best Antagonist.
Now, who is the most terrifying?
Remember, no repeat characters on this list
#poppy playtime#yarnaby#pianosaurus#doey the doughman#cat bee#kissy missy#dogday#poppy playtime riley#leith pierre#harley sawyer#catnap#huggy wuggy#poppy playtime poppy#mommy long legs#mini huggies#pj pug a pillar#bunzo bunny#smiling critters#miss delight#nightmare critters#poppy playtime prototype
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Hello! It’s been so so cold and snowy here lately and I’ve had to brush off my car whenever I leave because of the snow and it kind of had me thinking about neighbour!simon Riley who sees his little neighbour doing this and just refuses to let her freeze her but off. So eventually whenever she goes to leave her car is literally always cleared off and she’s just like. What??? Until one day she sees him doing it and runs out in her pjs to ask why. Anyways yeah I thought it was cute :p
You know honestly? This is so cute and I thought more on it.
Being Simon’s neighbor is so weird. He’s barely at his own place. He’s got almost no furniture or any personalization to speak of. But I don’t think this is your first neighborly exchange.
Someone’s gotta be gathering up all the junk mail for him so it doesn’t just become litter on his lawn. Someone’s gotta be raking up the leaves on his tiny patch of grass and taking them to the curb in autumn. Someone’s gotta be uprighting his unused bins when they blow down in the wind. And Simon knows it’s not the busybody next door who gives him dirty looks and says he dresses like a hoodlum when she thinks he’s out of earshot.
So Simon does what any emotionally well adjusted adult man would do. He falls in love with you. And no, he’s not going to say anything to you about it. Instead, he’s going to return these acts of service in, what is in his mind, a clear display of reciprocal courting. And that definitely means he’s not letting you suffer out in the cold. Man is clearing your car, shoveling your walkway, salting the sidewalk, everything. Mate’s gotta stay in the den in this kind of weather.
Which is not something he can bring himself to say when you run out in your Sanrio jammies to ask him why he’s going this. So he just tells you he’s used to the cold, and he doesn’t like seeing you freeze. Also his name is Simon, by the way. You should tell him yours. It’s the polite thing to do.
#writing#cod#cod fanfic#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader
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Ghost Watches You With Johnny for the First Time (18+)
Service Dog Johnny Part 2 (full part list here)
Pairing: Simon Riley/Fem Reader/Johnny MacTavish Content Warnings: Voyeurism, fingering, squirting, hypersensitive reader, she/her reader Word Count: 2.8k
“Johnny’s coming over in a bit.”
Your breath catches, and the task of rubbing in your skincare goes forgotten as you swivel your head to find your boyfriend’s face. “To watch the movie? Or for… the other thing?”
Pathetic, that you’ve agreed to fuck Simon’s friend and you can’t even say the word ‘sex.’
“For the movie,” Simon says, which calms your racing heart slightly. “...and if you want the other thing to happen, that’s alright too.”
Shit, already? You swipe your eyes back to the mirror, at the streaks of moisturizer that still haven’t absorbed into your skin. When you agreed to try this arrangement a few days ago, you hadn’t considered that the chain of events could develop this quickly. You thought you’d have more time to get anxious about it first, a mission or two at least.
“You’ve got that face on,” Simon remarks, coming to stand behind you in the mirror and wrapping his thick arms around your midsection.
You stare at his reflection for just a second, at that cute, ruffled hair, and the soft tshirt that you were looking forward to snuggling up against. Your eyes drop critically down to your own body, your mismatched pjs. “I haven’t shaved.”
He leans down to kiss the side of your head. “Putting too much pressure on yourself. Ready?”
“Um…” You quickly rub your face and put on some lip balm. “Yeah—”
Your boyfriend scoops you up before you have the chance to say another word, carrying you to the living room despite your halfhearted protests.
“I’m not wearing a bra,” you realize suddenly, just when he’s wedged you into his ribs and commandeered the remote.
“This is your home, you don’t need one.”
You’ve just opened your mouth to argue when your worst fear occurs, like a nightmare rapidly unfolding. There’s a knock on the front door and Simon’s arm turns to steel, preventing you from sprinting to the bedroom for a bra.
“He’s got a key,” Simon tells you helpfully, before yelling over at Johnny to let himself in.
“Oof, sorry, love,” he says when you flinch. “Used to shouting at work.” It’s true. He comes home hoarse from it sometimes.
There’s the sound of a key in the lock, and your heart is racing a mile a minute behind your very braless chest.
You haven’t seen Johnny since all of this took place. Simon asked if you’d like to be there when he broached the topic, but like a coward you’d requested he do it without you. You didn’t want to be there to hear the rejection if it happened, silly as that is.
Johnny shuffles into view from the hallway, coming from what you assume was a day off because he’s wearing jeans and a hoodie.
“Hi,” you squeak quickly, wishing you had something covering your little pj shorts.
As if he can read your mind, Simon pulls a throw blanket over you both. “Hey, Johnny. We’re about to start the film.”
“Mmk.” Johnny just stands there looking around for a moment, then drops his keys onto the side table. “I gotta piss.”
“Course you do. We’re starting it without you.”
Johnny rolls his eyes, and then he finally looks down at you, like he was waiting to do it until you’d had a chance to evaluate him first.
You can’t explain it, but he just has this small-dog energy that makes you want to watch everything he does. Changeful and quick on his feet, so different from the Rottweiler beside you.
“Oh, I like this one,” Johnny says, swiping his eyes towards the TV when intro music for the movie starts.
“Don’t ruin it for me,” Simon warns. “Haven’t seen it.”
The guys fall into some lazy back-and-forth bickering as soon as everyone is settled in. It’s an enormous relief, really, that they’re ignoring the elephant in the room. You don’t want to be looked at, or studied, or expected to perform. It’s all so new and strange, and you actually don’t know Simon’s friend very well. He’s basically a stranger, aside from hearing stories about him occasionally.
“Johnny,” you ask impulsively a half hour into the movie, “are you single?”
With some embarrassment you realize it’s the first thing you’ve really said to him tonight. They’ve done a great job at keeping things light, and you’re here, diving right into sex.
“Aye, I’m single.”
“Not by choice,” Simon mutters.
“Dinnae misrepresent me to your woman. I’ve had my share of romance.”
“Learned that word on the way here, did you? You know you’re supposed to keep your eyes on the road.”
Their squabbling makes you laugh, which, of course, only encourages them. At this point you’re convinced they’re doing this to put you at ease, and it’s definitely working.
You’re quite sure that if you just sit here for the duration of the movie, Johnny will go home at the end and Simon will head to bed with you, without a single complaint. But he’s been so thoughtful to set this up, and it would feel like a waste if you didn’t push yourself out of your comfort zone at least a little.
Practically vibrating with nerves, you nuzzle your face into Simon’s neck and whisper, “I’m… going to go sit with Johnny.”
Your boyfriend hooks his massive bicep around your neck to kiss your hair. “You deserve to feel good,” he says simply, soft enough that only you can hear.
This is it. Soldier up, my guy.
You pull away from the safety of familiar arms and walk your hands halfway across the cushion separating you from your new fuck buddy.
Johnny’s eyes swing to you, alight with interest.
“Is it okay if I sit with you?” you manage to ask without your voice wobbling.
“Aye. ‘Bout time LT stopped hogging all the pretty girls in here.”
To your shock, Johnny reaches out without hesitation to drag you over to him, places you right on his lap like you’re an obstinate cat refusing pets. He quickly nabs the throw blanket from Simon and ignores his, “Hey!” of protest to spread it over your bare legs.
“There we are. Cozy?”
“Yes,” you confirm, letting out a nervous giggle. It’s not at all funny, but it kind of bursts out of you nonetheless.
His chest feels good against your back. Broad, soft, and built like Simon. After a few minutes you flick your eyes over to your boyfriend, but he’s watching the TV with that set to his mouth that tells you he’s pleased about something.
“Can I keep your hand warm?” Johnny asks quietly, like he’s trying not to spook you.
You nod, watching his large fingers wrap around your palm over the blanket. His thumb is rough against the back of your hand, in a way that makes him feel solid and real.
Almost automatically, your head turns to finally look Johnny in his eyes. He meets your gaze with a friendly smile, scrunching up those soft lines around his eyes that he must have developed from years of laughter. Simon was right, it feels natural to have him in your home, joking with Simon and holding your hand. He feels like someone safe.
“You smell good,” you tell him, because you’ve been staring for a moment and you can’t think of anything else to say.
“Don’t tell LT, but I shower twice a day.”
That makes you smile, and he squeezes your hand.
“Simon talked to you about… things?” you bravely press.
“Yes.” There’s no hint of joking now, as he wraps his arm more securely around your body that’s trembling slightly. “You needn’t worry.”
“It’s… it’s been a long time for me since… anything.” The words tumble out of you in an embarrassed whisper, as if you’re admitting something far more shocking than being loyal to your boyfriend.
Johnny seems to take that for the permission it is, working his hand under the blanket to palm your thigh. “There’s no rush.”
His eyes flick down to your mouth, and that makes you turn your face back towards the TV, because you’re not ready to kiss anyone but Simon. There are too many unknowns surrounding this, and you’re desperate to keep things as simple as possible.
Settling back against Johnny’s chest, you chance a look towards Simon.
Oh, god. The look of adoration he’s giving you sends a burst of fuzzy pink warmth through your chest. This is okay. This is allowed and encouraged and maybe even healthy for your particular circumstances. The care with which he’s handled this - shoving past your own insecurities to get you what you need - just makes you love him even more.
When you’ve finally turned back to the movie, two large hands slide up under your shirt, fingers curling along your stomach. The feeling is so foreign that it makes you gasp, turning your focus inward to deal with that lightning bolt of sensation.
“Nice and slow,” Johnny promises, one hand splaying up your sternum, between your breasts, and the other one fiddling with the elastic of your flimsy shorts. “You’re doin' great.”
You’re definitely not a virgin, but it almost feels like it right now, with those purposeful hands accessing skin that’s been contactless for so long. He waits for you to relax a little, and then a hand gently cups one of your breasts, thumb brushing across your nipple.
It’s so intense that you have to clamp your jaw shut to prevent the noise that’s threatening to escape. Johnny lazily plays with your nipple, and you try to relax into it, turning your face into his neck and doing everything you can to ignore the way your clit is already throbbing from just those minuscule touches.
To your relief, Johnny seems to have an inkling that you’ll need time to adjust. He pretends to watch the movie for a few minutes, and you pretend he’s not driving you crazy with those little tugs and rolls. When he finally slides his hand into your underwear, your legs part on instinct, desperate for touch.
Warm, strong fingers shift down the front of your pussy. It’s a firm pressure, and for that you’re grateful. He’s basically cupping you between the legs, running his fingers up and down your vulva without really trying to stroke anything specific. You’re concerned that you’re quite wet already, and your fears are only confirmed when the drag against your outer lips starts to feel slick and easy.
“Breathe,” Johnny encourages, his own breath warm as it ruffles the little hairs by your temple. “Just fingers tonight.”
That actually does make it easier to relax, knowing he isn’t expecting to fuck you in a minute. You’re finally acclimating to your breasts being touched, when one of his fingers begins to search for your clit. He finds it with gut wrenching accuracy.
“Simon,” you gasp, and then frantically backtrack over your mistake. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean— oh-hhh my god.”
Johnny chuckles, holding his finger motionlessly against your throbbing clit for a moment. “People confuse me for Simon all the time. Common mistake.”
“Quite the mouth on you tonight,” comes your boyfriend’s answer, though you hear the pretend annoyance for what it is.
You don’t dare look over at him. There’s too much going on, and Johnny’s petting your clit again, up towards the root of it where the sensation isn’t so sharp. That’s something you can get used to. That’s something you can chase, with little rolls of your hips.
All that initial shock gradually melts away to aching heat as your body becomes accustomed to Johnny’s hands. He asks if he can kiss your neck, and you practically beg for it. You’re able to just close your eyes and focus on the hot mouth nibbling across your skin, the hands getting more confident now that you seem like you’re fully enjoying it.
It feels so good to be handled like this. There’s no hesitation anymore, your clit is getting relentlessly stroked and your tits are getting squished and groped like he’s enjoying your body. It lets you empty your mind, gives you that mind-numbing bliss of being an object of desire.
And then he slides a finger inside you, and it’s fucking fireworks. Everything goes molten, your pussy spasming and practically chewing on his finger with how good it is.
“Yes?” Johnny asks against your throat, slowly grinding his finger inside you.
“Yes,” you practically sob, because you know exactly what he’s requesting.
Another finger pushes inside, and honest to god you almost cum right then. It’s glaringly obvious how wet you are, the bits of your underwear that stick to your ass as he works his hand against your cunt.
You don’t even care if you get to finish, if you can just feel like this for a little while, get fucked on those nice, strong fingers which seem to know exactly what they’re doing, it’ll tide you over. You’ll be able to fantasize about this moment for weeks, the delicious helplessness of being held tight like this against a solid body.
It’s been so long since you’ve had a vaginal orgasm that you almost forgot what it’s like, the way you’re suspended on the edge for all those agonizing seconds, getting steadily fucked closer and closer to the tipping point. There’s no feeling like getting fucked. Nothing compares, and you’ve missed it.
Your voice breaks when you cum. You cum hard on Johnny’s fingers, wet throb after wet throb wrapping around his knuckles. He’s generous enough to fuck you through every one, until you’re limp and uncaring of how your breaths have all turned into soft whines.
Simon’s probably watching, but that’s alright. He’s seen you cum many times before, and you did a good job today, okay? You aced the mission. You did everything you needed to do, and now the only thing you have to worry about is how messy you made Johnny’s hand.
His fingers are still lazily moving inside you when he says, “Can you take more, or are you done?”
Quickly swallowing, you open your mouth to decline, because that was a fucking good orgasm, and it can’t possibly be comfortable to finger someone at this angle.
Simon beats you to it. "She can take more."
Johnny rumbles a pleased noise into your neck, and your breathing stutters as the fingers inside you go harder, filling your belly with that sweet ache all over again.
Fuck, it’s inescapable. Your mouth is dry but your pussy is somehow drooling more wetness out, and you swear he’s fucking you even harder than the first time, relentlessly gunning for your g-spot.
Your pussy can’t tell what’s overstimulation and what’s pleasure anymore, begging for some relief, whether it be an orgasm or a break from getting fucked. A ragged sob crawls out of your throat, and you feel yourself stumbling towards that edge again, this time wildly out of control.
The outcome isn’t up to you. If it were, you’d be able to snap your legs shut and prevent this feeling of being on the verge of escaping your own skin. Now you just have to take Johnny’s fingers, and you have to accept whatever your body does in response.
Suddenly you’re right about to cum again, and you feel like he can tell. Maybe it’s because of your traitorous breathing, or the hand you’re suddenly clamping onto his forearm, but he gets his fingers so fucking deep, and your pussy dribbles a little liquid onto his hand.
You have a split second of humiliation that you just squirted, but then you’re cumming in delirious gasps, and Johnny’s making such nice noises in your ear, like you just did something really cute.
It rakes tracks through your flesh, heat diffusing over every piece of your skin while you pulse around those wonderful fingers again. Fuck, that was… fun as hell.
“I’m done,” you croak, letting your head fall limply on Johnny’s shoulder.
“That’s the right enthusiasm,” Johnny remarks, pulling his fingers out of your cunt to smooth them over your clit for just a second. It’s enough to have your hips twitching with overstimulation, and another delighted rumble comes from the man who just gave you two orgasms back-to-back.
The movie is still going, and you finally gain the strength to twist your face around to look at Simon. He gives you a highly satisfied smile, and mouths, “Good girl.”
Oh, shit. Johnny.
Unsure, you look back at him and ask, “Would you like a turn?”
“Nah, lass, I’ll just have LT jerk me off in the morning as usual.”
“God, you’re a menace,” Simon mutters.
Like they’ve both mentally communicated it, you get handed back to Simon without having to do any moving of your own body. Soon your clothes are back in place, and you're tucked into that familiar, safe chest once again. Johnny hits the head before he leaves, presumably to wash his hands.
“I hope I didn’t get any mess on his clothes,” you mumble into your boyfriend’s chest. His large hand runs soothingly up and down your back.
��Any night he can finish out with a pretty girl’s squirt on his trousers, I think he’ll see as a success.”
Dammit. How the hell did he notice that?
“Hungry?” Simon asks, affectionately rubbing his cheek against yours.
“A little.”
“I’ll make popcorn.”
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simon riley x gn!reader
morning sex w simon kind of lol hello 😁

haven't been active here, so i apologise. but the weather's getting cold, and i just can't stop imagining simon riley using the cold to pull you closer. especially in the mornings.
he starts innocently enough, pulling the covers over you when he sees you've pushed them away and wrapping his beefy arms around you to pull you flush to his body, hand sneaking under your shirt like he usually does.
but it's not that cold yet, and you start to sweat and squirm away from him ten minutes later. in your sleepy state, you don't realise you're grinding up on him until he groans in your ear to slow down, love.
nexr thing you know, he's groping your chest, pinching your nipples and you whimper, rubbing your ass harder on his half-hard dick in retaliation.
your senses are overwhelmed, and you whine needily for simon to do something. he mumbles something about you being such a needy girl but it enters from one ear leaves from the other, as his huge palm cups your pussy above your pj shorts to feel how wet you are.
"all this f'me?"
his knee replaces it soon after and you hump against it like a feral animal. his hand guides your hips, urging you to go faster.
you come with a high-pitched moan, eyes fluttering close from exhaustion.
"did that feel good, love?" you nod, humming.
you're about to succumb to sleep when simon pulls your shorts and panties to the side, entering you with one swift motion. your eyes widen, a loud moan escaping this time due to the stretch.
"my turn, now, luvvie."

#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley smut#established relationship#naewrites
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se humedece los labios, pensando si realmente decir lo que palabras de la rubia le hacen pensar. pero claro, es el afternoon tea. debería dejar algunas indecencias para más tarde. " pero claro, no podría permitir algo así. pareces la reina de un país importante " en eso sí es sincero. vestimenta de riley es de las más llamativas que ha visto en el evento. " aunque estoy seguro te ves bonita con cualquier cosa. " ( @rivlcy )
" si me lo quitas, el vestido perderá toda su forma, kieran " explica como si a contrario le fuera interesar algo de lo que dijese " y me veo demasiado bonita como para permitir eso ¿verdad? "
#conversación.#with riley#basta me sonrojo!!!!!#jamas!!! quién podría resistirse a los encantos de tus pjs
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