#loser!simon riley

[starboye]

imagine loser!simon who's always being teased by you, i think at this point you knew the poor man had a crush on you, from how he always found a way to be near you or how you caught him in your room one day

so what would be better than to tease him just a little at a time, grazing your ass across his crotch when you squeeze by or rubbing you hand on his thigh a little to long and to high when congratulating him during a team dinner

and with every interaction the same thing always happened after, simon would quickly be running to either his room or the bathroom with a hard on, probably jerking off to the thought of you riding him or maybe even you giving him a helping hand

but he's quick to go back into the privacy of his room when you bend over to pick up some dropped files in front of him, your ass 'accidentally' pressed against his now hardening cock

[machveil]

Loser!Simon Riley dating you - you’re his first significant other ever. he’s not great about expressing himself, not wanting to come off as too clingy or needy. he wants to be helpful so he ends up following you around - the first time he came over to your place he almost followed you into the bathroom

Loser!Simon Riley that holds anything you give him - he will not let go of it until you comment on it. you hand him a pan in the kitchen? well, you didn’t say if you wanted it on the stove, in a cupboard, the sink… so he’ll just hold it. grip a little too tight, knuckles almost white as he waits for you to give him instructions. when you look back at him and smile his knees go weak, “Oh, sorry— you can put it on the stove, Simon.”

Loser!Simon Riley that gets most of his dating advice from Johnny. Simon taking his advice literally, not interrupting it any other way. Johnny absentmindedly saying that he should help you into the passenger seat - but he walks off before Simon can ask for clarification. Johnny had meant simply opening the door for you, and Simon does that… he also lifts you up and sits you down, buckling you up before closing the door

Loser!Simon Riley’s brain turning to mush when you touch him. he doesn’t initiate touch for a couple weeks because he doesn’t know what to do - hold your hand? rest an arm around your shoulders? put a hand on the small of your back? the first time he does anything it’s barely noticeable. sitting at a restaurant together, your hand resting on the table as you talk. he’s sweating bullets as he silently puts his hand on the table, his pinky finger resting over yours

[machveil]

me when Loser!CoD men:

you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*

[gofishygo]

ok guys but hear me out..,

back before simon was drafted and he was still working in some butcher around the outskirts of manchester, he remembers a little bakery a few blocks down from his shop. although never particularly crowded, he's noticed the older locals go by in the mornings for coffee, kids guided in by their parents after schools to get a snack. but he doesn't seem to lounge in the corner of that cafe for either of those reasons- instead, he finds himself fawning over the pretty baker.

and you're nice to him, too- always smiling when you see him around, voice so sweet when you're at the butchers to buy some meat for the pies, sneakily trying to slip him a discount whenever he goes to buy a sandwich- 'hospitality workers gotta stick together, right?' it's no wonder that he finds himself falling for you, a stupid puppy crush that he tries, and occasionally fails, to suppress. and sometimes, simon lets himself believe you like him too, with the way the blood rushes to your cheeks when you spot him across the shelves, with he notes how you nearly fumble a frothing pot of milk when caught staring at him. it's a little attempt of young love that he thinks will be smothered out as he gets older.

but now it is twenty years later, he is working with the sas, and he is meant to be dead. but simon finds himself strolling his hometown, genuinely surprised that he sees the cafe still up, that he sees you, still working behind the display cabinets. you're older now, more mature, but your smile is just as pretty as it was those years ago. and he sees that glimmer of recognition in your eyes, how your head perks up at the sight of his figure outside of the window.

ghost smothers his cigarette and bins it before walking through the doors. may as well pay the bird a visit.

[simonsrileyhusband]

riding nerdy loser simon while he talks about star wars and how anakin does bring balance to the force, but his face is all red and his words get cut off by his moans, his hands gripping onto your sides ad you bounce on him, telling him to keep talking.

(no, im not projecting, what makes you think that?)

[machveil]

SCREAMING I’m screaming, I’m sorry, I’m screaming

loser!simon who goes nonverbal after being overstimulated )): burying his face in your neck as you whisper words of adoration and praise into his ear as you rub his shoulders, scratching at his scalp behind his ears as he struggles to catch his breath, tremors wracking his body )):

[ultraviolenced888]

think simon riley, the ghost, the myth, the scary lieutenant recruits rush past and avoid eye contact with, now a whimpering mess beneath you.

not helpless, but trusting.

he knows you’d never do anything out of his comfort zone, you’d grown to know him like the back of your hand, and he couldn’t have been more grateful to just sit back and let his brain disconnect, rest for a second, and by the buzzing sound in his ears he know you’re doing a great job at it.

you roll your hips once more, your thighs burning and starting to ache, but he looks so pretty with his eyes rolled back that you can’t help but keep going.

his huge hands are steadily placed on your hips, helping you when he feels you stutter on top of him.

“close.” simon mutters, jaw clenching harder. he breathes through his nose as he opens his eyes to find his word falling on deaf ears, you head tilted back and your eyes shut closed, mouth ajar as silent moans leave your lips.

never the talker, simon squeezes your hips and you look down at him, teary eyed. he repeats himself and you nod.

your walls clench around him as he lets a guttural groan slip past his pale lips, and a soft moan follows. “simon-!”

he hums in response, buckling his hips upward and causing the wire in your stomach almost snap. he feels your walls flutter again, and lets you get off before letting go himself.

he’d love to tell you how pretty you sound when you reach your climax, his hand cups your jaw and squeezes your cheeks together to keep your mouth open, he wants to hear it all. you collapse on his chest and he thrusts a few times into you before groaning your name.

you grind your hips again against his and he hisses, biting his bottom lip to keep more noises flooding from his throat.

“up for one more?” you murmur, looking up at him, head resting on his chest as your hips slowly keep moving.

he grunts in response, far too gone to even think of an answer.

[whateveriwant]

Please don't kill me for this sjhsklalfsjdskh

Simon Riley sex on legs this. Simon Riley rock your world that. What about Simon Riley who's bad at sex, huh? What about clumsy, inexperienced Simon? What about awkward, all thumbs, ‘Fuckin’ Christ, even animals know how to do this’ Simon? Hmmmm??? Why don't you chew on that for a bit?

Simon who almost breaks both your noses as he leans in too eagerly to kiss you. Simon who has no clue how to sext, so you're left with a string of incomprehensible horny emojis you have to decipher like it's the Rosetta Stone. Simon who uses so much lube you’d think his dick’s made of sandpaper. Simon who watches a little porn to work on his “technique”, and ends up adopting the cringy bits of dialogue into his own speech. Simon who tries opening the condom wrapper with his teeth, only to tear through the latex itself, twice. Simon who doesn't even attempt to hide the little pfft pfft he does after he gets one of your pubic hairs stuck in his mouth. Simon who keeps accidentally slipping out of you, and then missing every time he tries to re-enter. Simon who cums after only six and a half strokes in, because you just feel that good wrapped around him. Simon who changes his pace right as you're about to finish, none the wiser as he ruins your orgasm. Simon whose sense of rhythm can only be described as that of a deaf monkey banging on a set of drums.

Simon who doesn't really know what he's doing when it comes to sex, but that isn't the point. What matters is not that he's bad in bed, but that he wants to get better. For you. With you.

[uhohdad]

I'm not too sure if requests are on at the moment (feel free to ignore this if they aren't, if you're uncomfortable with the request, or if you're simply uninterested, my sweet! 🫂)

What are your thoughts on Loser!König with a cuckold fetish? Who loves being humiliated? Who loves watching his girlfriend get fucked by another man? I'm not too sure if this crosses your boundaries or anything, so don't feel pressured to respond! (⁠T⁠T⁠) ♡

After all, König is a useless virgin, or at least he lacks experience in the bedroom. He can't properly please you or drag an orgasm out of you, because he comes embarrassingly quickly, practically huffing and puffing through his second orgasm while you're wincing at the sheer size of König and the splitting pain between your soft, warm thighs. He barely lasts two minutes – if that at all. He's been deprived of pussy and sex, please understand him, Mauschen!

He gets off knowing that his girlfriend is satisfied, despite the envy and jealousy burning within him, as well as the shame and disgust that follows that he can't properly please you, mainly due to his size and lack of experience. As long as you let him eat you out afterwards and clean up that man's filth using his tongue, then it's alright. Just run your fingers through his tangled hair and let him fall asleep with his throbbing, swollen boner leaking all over you. 🌷

orla i love your beautiful mind also i am SO sorry this took so long <3

(18+) Loser!König x Reader x Ghost - Cuckholding

Even though he’s straining against his boxers, you still have to tie König down to the chair in the corner of the room to prevent him from losing his cool. His fists clenched on the arms of the chair, teeth grit and grinding as he watches Simon bury his cock into you like he owns it.

He might as well, because König certainly isn’t pleasuring you. Hasn’t managed to give you an orgasm once. Skipping crucial warm-up to shove his eager, thick cock into a cunt that’s far too tight and unprepared. Burying his finish into you before the first tear can even well in your eyeline. Maybe the apology he mutters into your skin afterwards is genuine, but it certainly doesn’t lend to correcting his behavior the next time.

“Fuck, that’s it, love.”

Simon’s grunts are restrained and ravenous, deep and gravelly in your ear.

“Just needed someone who knows what they’re doing, yeah?”

Through the blur of each degrading slam into your cunt from behind, you catch sight of König, his half-lidded eyes projecting pure loathing as he watches you bounce on his rival’s cock. Jaw tight at your pathetic, squeaky moans and his thighs rubbing together to release the aching throb in his cock.

“You’re dripping, love. Soaking this fucking cock.”

Simon ends his praise on a grunt, an extra rough series of slams into your plush ass. König is gifted the intoxicating image of your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your hands clawing at the sheet in pleasure for once, a feat he’s yet to achieve.

König’s flushed with jealously, skin burning with envy, watching Simon one-up him with his girlfriend’s pleasure. The stuttered moans that leave you are desperate, entirely succumb to his skilled cock. Rough and brute in the right way. His balls are slapping against your clit at the perfect angle, coaxing whines from your raw throat with each bottom out.

“Feel good, sweetheart?”

“Yes - yes!”

Simon gives a pleased hum, rubbing it in by shooting König a smug stare and cocky grin.

“Your girl is so tight and wet f’me.”

König’s eyes flare, his muscles tight and shaking in rage, teeth threatening to crumble under the pressure.

“Simon - Close! So close!”

“That’s a good girl, love, cum on this cock.”

The cry that leaves you is deafening and stuttered by Simon’s abusive cock bullying your g-spot. Limp and pliant to the strong hands on your hips as the pleasure swallows you whole, a white heat that sends jolts of euphoria from your core to the rest of your useless body.

“Such a good girl,” He coos softly, a sharp contrast to the cruel cock that pounds your sensitive cunt.

“I know it’s been too long.”

You can’t even respond, cock-drunk and strung-out on your bliss. Simon leans down, pressing his firm, warm chest to your back, his lips in your ear.

“Gonna’ fill that pretty cunt.”

His ruthless cock bottoms out with each thrust, his hips a blur and the slap of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the room until he presses himself flush to your ass, cock entirely buried in you with a finish deep into your cunt, filling you with his messy, greedy finish.

He gives three final thrusts to stuff his cum in you, his nails digging into your hips when he finally wavers. His cock is pulsing and twitching, pulling out of your overstimulated cunt before slapping his arousal and cum-soaked cock against your thighs and leaving you with a handprint on your ass cheek.

Simon wipes off his sweat with a towel, tossing it in König’s lap as he heads for the door.

“Better get to cleaning, Lover Boy.”

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

lovely dividers by @saradika-graphics

[frogchiro]

frogggg!!! muah!

…just imagining sleazy neighbor! or butcher! ghost’s balls… balls in mouf… balls balls balllssss hehehehe

bet he’s super sensitive too. cums the second you wrap your mouth around them 🥺👉👈

Sleazy neighbour!Ghost would literally die and ascend if you ever wrapped your delicious little mouth around his fat, heavy, musky balls :((

He's much more sensitive than you'd have thought in general, but maybe it's just that he's touch starved for any sort of soft attention, especially from you </3 Simon can keep up the tough, sleazy appearance all he wants but truth is he's a desperate looser who drools over you and will fap until his cock aches if he ever 'accidentally' mixed your laundry up in the communal laundry room and just so happened to grab your pretty pastel pink frilly panties with a bow which he soils almost immediately with his nasty, thick seed :((

But if your relationship finally progresses enough that you shyly slide your mouth down his cock and to his balls where you oh so sweetly pay extra attention and suck on them? You are honestly a bit baffled at the sudden twitch of Si's hips and in his balls as he's suddenly cumming so hard he almost blacked out, his thick sperm shooting out as he keeps cumming, moaning way louder than you anticipated and urged you between moans to please continue sucking on his twitching balls, please allow him to feel this pleasure longer :((

[iskinpeople]

Fucking love Loser!Simon <3 (I'm a female–)

imagine loser!simon riley who cant stop fucking you no matter how many times he cums, he's been fucking you for hours now, ruining you down to nothing and he's so so sorry, he didn't mean for it to be like this it's just his stupid body wont listen to his mind

he apologizing so much while fucking his cum deeper and deeper in you, little whimpers leaving his mouth, to anyone else who didn't know what was going on it could've sounded like simon was getting fucked

each time he tried to pull out your hole just sucked him back in and he didn't care that at this point he was just shooting blanks, his mind was slowly turning to nothing and it didn't help that your moans just encouraged him more and more to keep going

when he finally grew the strength to pull out of you there was not a thought behind those eyes, dropping onto the bed with labored breaths while his load spills from your ass, he's quick to get back up once he sees the seething look on your face as you cant feel your lower half

rushing you to the bathroom to bathe all the sweat and his cum from you before getting on his hands and knees next to the tub and profusely apologizing for what he did

[machveil]

Loser!Ghost that’s confident in his work. he’s a well-respected Lieutenant, a big, strong soldier that strikes fear into others. as soon as you walk into a room his dark brown eyes are glued to you. suddenly his lack of speaking isn’t from being reserved, it’s because he’s nervous

Loser!Ghost that’s silently eyeing you, making sure no one is bothering you from across the room. in his mind he’s just standing guard from afar, monitoring your environment. from everyone else’s perspective? their Lieutenant is staring straight at you - hasn’t moved or twitched for a couple minutes, just breathing steadily as he watches you

Loser!Ghost that sweats hard when he’s next to you. his breathing gets heavier, side-eyeing you while trying not to make any sudden movements. he feels like a wolf standing next to fawn - not that you’re frail or weak, not that you’re necessarily small, but because he doesn’t want to startle you. his heart beating wildly against his chest, sucking in a breath when you glance up at him

Loser!Ghost that’s stiff around you. even after he’s known you for a while he’s still on edge. he doesn’t want to sound too harsh, doesn’t want to seem too intimidating, doesn’t want to wig you out. he knows you tolerate him at least - he’s not great at reading you, too caught up in his head. when you talk to him, smiling up at him and friendly, all he can muster is a gruff hum, acknowledging your words with grumbled noises

CW: erm Virgin!Ghost because I said so?

Loser!Ghost that finds himself invited into your room - tense and heart beating rapidly. he isn’t too sure what to do, he isn’t sure what this is. he can’t find the words he needs, simply watching as you move about. when you ask him if he wants to stay over for the night his brain is doing backflips, it isn’t until you bluntly mumble that you want him that it clicks in his mind

Loser!Ghost who’s a virgin, never really having the time for hookups… or the charisma to land one. he can be a little off-putting, not the greatest quality for getting with someone. but you? you’ve noticed the way he behaves, oddly enamored by him. he doesn’t think to tell you he’s a virgin though, he’s too busy tugging his balaclava up to sloppily kiss you, hands moving to grab your hips - unpracticed movements, a silent excitement bubbling in his gut

Loser!Ghost whose balaclava is askew, half tugged up and awkwardly shifted to the left slightly. he can’t bring himself to care though, broken, deep groans rumbling from him as he tries to push into you. it takes a few tries before he’s nudging into you, eyes screwed shut as his hips stutter. he’s got you caged under him, forearms on either side of you as his forehead rests against your shoulder. he’s breathing heavily, panting against your skin

Loser!Ghost that doesn’t know what he’s doing, just moving on instinct. you feel so good, squeezing him just right as he sinks into you. garbled moans leaving him, his mouth pressed to yours as he bucks against you. you rarely hear Ghost speak, on and off duty, always quiet and looming. maybe that’s why he catches you off guard, hips moving erratically as he mumbles against your lips, “Love you—”

[shadow0-1]

Fields

[devil-in-hiding]

loser!Simon who the guys tease into approaching you at the pub, snickering amongst themselves as they watch the way Simon stiffly makes his way towards where you sit alone in your little booth

only to stare, gobsmacked 15 minutes later as they watch a very shocked, wide eyed Simon be dragged out of the booth, looking back at them with awe in his eyes as you lead him towards the exit

all he had done was ramble about the latest tea he had tried, asking if you’d like to try it with him sometimes

[ghcstao3]

server soap who consistently racks up the biggest tips during his shifts, always knowing how to charm, flirt, say the right things. it’s even pretty common for him to receive at least one phone number every time he’s working, though he always discreetly tosses those once he’s out of sight.

not because he’s necessarily opposed to dating—it’s just that he’s got his eyes on a certain bartender.

ghost is gruff, quiet, awkward, and stupidly oblivious to soap’s advances. soap thinks he’s perfect. so he doesn’t really care if his flirting doesn’t get him anywhere, because at least ghost talks to him unlike with most of their other coworkers.

ok, soap cares a little bit. because god knows how much he wants to kiss ghost silly, how much he wants to hold him and sing praises and watch that endearing blush spread across ghost’s face. but even still—he could wait. he would wait, until ghost was comfortable enough for anything to come about.

but for the time being, soap will just pretend the eyes he often feels on his back mean anything of significance, and aren’t just ghost glaring at him for snagging drinks.

[idyllcy]

ring - professor!simon riley x professor!reader

"Professor Riley, what's the story behind your tattoos?"

Simon raises a brow at his student, staring down at his sleeve as he hums.

"Most of them are from between the dispatches."

"Sorry, I meant to ask more directly. When did you get the bite tattoed onto your ring finger? It was not there before."

You choke in the back, coughing as you turn to the side to hold back a laugh.

"The missus got jealous."

"Hey." You point at him. "You asked for it. Sorry, he tells everyone it's my fault."

The student laughs, waving her hand. "It's alright."

"He wanted me to bite him on the collar." You click your tongue. "Said I ought to mark him so his students stop trying to hook up with him."

"Luvie, is this my office hour or yours?"

"Sorry." You snap your laptop shut, hopping out the door before he can grab you for good.

"Back to your question for the paper."

"Why the ring finger?"

"So even if I forget my ring, I'm married." Simon raises a brow. "Your paper?"

"Y-yes!" She scrambles to point at what she wanted to get his input on, a muffled chuckle slipping past his lips at her panic. "Oh, I'm sorry for asking by the way. The class bet me 20 bucks in the discord if I ask about it."

"Give me a five and I'll forget you ever asked."

"Bet."

He'll grab you a drink with it to tell you later.