#modern warfare imagines

[multific]

First Kiss - Modern Warfare Men Preferences

John Price, Simon Riley, Johnny MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, König, Logan Walker x Fem!Reader

John Price

Your first kiss with Price would be special. He would plan the entire thing and as often, his plan is perfect.

He would plan the perfect romantic date with candles and flowers and he would prove he is a gentleman over and over.

He is the kind who would ask if you are okay with everything that he does. He would ask if he can kiss you if you are comfortable. 

And who would say no?

His very first kiss with you would be simple, private and affectionate. He would test the waters and make sure you are 100% okay with everything that is happening.

And once you give him the go-ahead once more and relax against him, that's when the real fun begins.

His hand would go from your cheeks to your waist, pulling you closer than physically possible. John is a romantic, and in every single one of his movements, you can feel it.

Simon Riley

Both of you were in a fresh relationship, even if you two spent years dancing around one another.

You two were on a mission. A mission which went down as soon as you got off the plane.

You were cornered, scared and alone. Simon tried to calm you through the comms but sometimes no one could reach you in that state of panic.

When you finally met him in the agreed house, you were still on high alert.

Your ears were ringing, your pulse was going insane. 

You didn't even hear Ghost calling out for you.

Until suddenly he kissed you.

He raised his mask just to uncover his lips and soon you found them on yours. 

The shock of the kiss got you out of your panicked state. 

"Finally, that got you back." he said when he pulled back. You could only stare at him.

You two finished the mission in time with minimal damage. You still couldn't believe your first kiss was on the battlefield while guns sounded off in the distance and you were hiding from the enemy. But you didn't know what you expected from Simon Riley.

Johnny MacTavish

Johnny preferred to be random and spontaneous. 

Much like how he asked you out on a date for the first time after he spent days admiring you.

So of course he wouldn't plan the kiss or how he wanted to get to the kiss.

He would just out of nowhere one day kiss you on the lips. And you would be okay with it and so would he. 

A simple kiss to show his love for you was enough. But you would totally reach for his neck the next moment and pull him in for a longer kiss.

Kyle Garrick

Kyle would be leaving for a mission when he visited you, letting you know that he would be back as soon as he can.

You tried not to cry, you didn't want him to feel guilty, so instead when he was about to turn around and leave, you would grab his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

A kiss that was more like a promise from him. A promise that he would return and a promise from you saying that you will wait for him.

No words were needed. Your lips against his did all the talking.

And Kyle would soon be back from his dangerous mission. He would have a dislocated shoulder, but he would be back.

Back for more kisses.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro was always a doozy in the mornings. Barely registering what happened before he had his coffee.

Like that morning, it was your first time staying over to his house when he waddled into the kitchen the morning while you were making coffee. 

He would thank you with a short kiss before he left with his mug. You just stood there, confused as he walked away.

After his third sip he realized what he just did and rushed back to the kitchen only to find you still in the same place, frozen as your eyes were scanning him. He grabbed the mug out of your hand and placed it on the counter before pulling you in for a full blown kiss. 

He didn't waste another moment without his lips on yours.

Logan Walker

While Logan was more reserved and collected, you thought your first kiss would be completely random.

But on the inside, Logan was a mess.

You were the most delicate and beautiful thing in his life, and he swore to protect you and be gentle and kind to you.

It was a promise he intended to keep. Even when his brother was making comments about it, Logan didn't budge. 

He was nervous around you which he thought he was hiding well. And he was. You really thought he was not going to kiss you anytime soon, figured a tough guy like him wasn't sweating about it.

But you were very wrong.

He was so nervous he made up his mind like four times now whether he should or shouldn't kiss you.

You two would be out on a date and suddenly he would pull you in. In your mind, it was completely spontaneous. But in reality, it was a carefully crafted plan. 

Of course, he would make sure you are comfortable with everything, but he would find himself lost in the kiss very soon.

König

König is the kind of shy guy who would make up his mind to kiss you and then 0.1 seconds later he would find himself running out of the room because he couldn't do it.

He was scared you would think he hates you and that's why he wouldn't kiss you, but you would know that is not the case.

You knew he was the shy giant. You didn't expect him to be open and ready for a kiss so soon.

After all, you knew what you got into when you started dating him.

You expected yourself to be the leader in certain situations. So you figured this could be one.

But you were wrong.

The first kiss you ever shared with him would catch you completely off guard.

He would be heading out to train as you said goodbye, he would pull you in and give you a quick peck on the lips.

Simple yet effective.

It left you smiling for the rest of the day and him red for the rest of the week.

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[orbitganymede]

baby daddy simon who dated you for a year before you got pregnant, you’d gone through most of the pregnancy alone, him being deployed 3 weeks after you found out and gone until the very last month of it. the both of you had tried at keeping the relationship together, but the distance and loneliness got to you, you’d been fine when it was just you but now with baby, you can’t let the father go in and out of their life. he wasn’t very happy with the decision to end your relationship, in his mind you were together forever now, tied together by this beautiful thing you two created, he didn’t even want children before you told him you were expecting but his whole world view changed when he realized that he not only had you to protect but a baby as well.

but you’d moved out against his wishes, finding a small flat you like and making it home for you and baby. he would come over sometimes, when he could, and spend some time with baby but honestly he felt more like some glorified uncle, would be convinced he was nothing to this child until he saw those brown eyes staring back at him, the ones that are so completely his, and he comes to the conclusion that this isn’t gonna work.

he starts small, coming over once a week instead of every other weekend, takes the two of you out for dinner instead of letting you cook or ordering in. stays late enough that you offer him the spare bed in the guest room, even with the distance you’ve put between yourselves, you can’t help but care for him, knowing nobody else will.

then he puts more pressure on you, making sure you see just how valuable he is, taking night shift feedings and waking up early with baby when they’re fussy. he offers to take baby for the night so you can go out with your friends, do things you haven’t been able to since baby’s arrival, even pays for a spa day for you to really relax. he stocks your fridge, full of the snacks you love and a bottle of wine for the hard nights. he buys and sets up new decor in the house, finally gets you the pretty white vanity and a new washing machine that doesn’t squeak. he really just does what he considers ‘husband duties’, things that he should have been doing this whole time.

and when you don’t budge on the separation, he goes nuclear, “no, love, i haven’t seen your birth control pills”, “look how cute this baby is, remember when ours was that small, sweetheart”, “you’re so stressed darling, let me help you” which basically means you end up getting rawdogged within an inch of your life, condom long forgotten, one of simons hands held over your mouth to muffle the sounds you’re making. he just hopes he’d tracked your cycle right, that you’re actually ovulating, because you can’t possible refuse his ring after having two of his babies right? you wouldn’t do that to him, would you pet?

[stargirlstabber]

imagine the task force 141 falsely accusing you of being a traitor to the team. knowing your biggest fear, they use it against you. water. water, where your feet can't touch the ground. water you can't see through. at first it started with waterboarding. then slowly but surely they threatened to drop you into the pool. into the dark, deep pool. even john, who was like a father to you before, didn't help you. no. not at all. actually, he was the one who stepped into the water fully clothed, dragging your crying and squirming form with him into the bloodcurling liquid. your tears blended in with it while you we're screaming, practically begging that you were the wrong one. that you'd never do something like that. but they just stood at the edge of the pool, watching their captain almost drowning your terrified self. how would they react, when they get the information that you really weren't the one...?

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Simon Riley is a sucker for eye contact. Being as his eyes are the only part of his face that he allows to be visible to others, eye contact is incredibly important to him.

But with you, he reads you best when he can see your eyes. He loves to know what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling.

Having an argument with him? You best bet he’s holding your gaze, regardless of what you’re arguing about. If you look away? This man will simply not speak, not utter a single word until you look back at him.

He’ll hold your gaze the entire time he’s fucking you. He’ll force you to keep your eyes open as he pounds into you, wanting to see every bit of pleasure played out in them.

Going down on you? You better hold his gaze. He’ll rip his mouth away so fast and refuse to continue if you let your eyes flutter closed. One of his favorite things in the universe is watching your eyes as come undone.

Going down on him? This man’s fist will be so tightly wound in your hair, pulling your head back ever so slightly so he can see your tear filled eyes, so pretty just for him.

One of his favorite things is when he comes home from deployment, the two of you have a ritual where you will lay in bed together, facing one another as you catch each other up on what you’ve missed. He’ll hold your gaze the entire time, his hand lacing through your hair softly as he hangs onto every word you say.

Simon Riley may not be a man of many words, but with you he’s learned that eyes are windows to the soul. And he’s more than happy to bare his to you.

[konigbaby]

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[simonz-angel]

simon who leaves his sweet best friend for the military…

his eyes wander over the small portrait, the one with your pretty face taken upon it. he remembers when you’d handed it to him before he left, a soft, sad smile gracing your face when you’d whispered, “promise you won’t forget about me, simon?”

it was silly of you to ever think your grace of a presence would leave his mind. it was quite the opposite, every day in training he’d run off you like fuel, praying upon the very day he’d get to have your softness in his arms once again.

as for now, he’s alone, cold… desperate.

his head reels back, lips splitting till blood pools in the cracked skin, mouth dropped open as he chokes on his heavy gasps. you were his best friend from back home, the pretty girl next door, yet even in the hell he faced, you still had him wrapped round your finger.

he had locked himself away in an old storage closet, trying his best to keep from waking his fellow sergeants yet as his fingers squeezed and slid their way up his cock, he was finding it increasingly difficult.

you were stuck in his mind, the plush pillows of your cherry tanged lips, your fluttering eyes, the bounce of your full breasts… gah simon could go on n on, and it all somehow had his cock dripping.

he sucked his lip between the pearls of his teeth, chest contracting into tense angry muscles before loosening in heavy breaths. he could barely keep himself up, even with the wall he had heaved himself against, knees weakening by the second, the stroke.

“f-fuck, fuck,” he breathed low, words coated in a sugary sweet whimper, and your face flashed bright behind his lids. pupils soaking in the messy thoughts, all that presented you in nothing but impure.

he was hooked, deeply infatuated with your presence yet forever scared to mention it, knowing you were only, only friends. this is how it had to be forever, home or not, you were only a dream, a whisper of what he so desperately needed.

[euno11a]

it is proven that majority of women can’t orgasm from intercourse alone. So imagine reader who can’t make herself cum, no matter how she touches her swollen little bud.

it’s becoming more annoying as you keep trying, different speeds, pressures, and angles, but nothing seems to work for you! It’s gotten to the point where you’ve quite frankly given up on even touching yourself. You’ve tried for so long, yet always get nothing.

so imagine telling Simon when he asks you, oh so kindly when on deployment, to touch yourself with him to make you both feel good. The silence over the phone when you say you can’t.

“What?”

“I just can’t. I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t work for me.”

“‘Ave ya-?”

“I’ve done everything, Simon! I can’t, okay?”

it was clear that this was something that you weren’t comfortable with talking about. It made you upset that you didn’t “function correctly” like other women. So the night Simon came home, he greeted you with a soft kiss. There wasn’t any harsh underlying emotion, just soft and sweet love. His large and calloused hands would cup your cheeks and look at your eyes, watching the slight confusion slip into your gaze.

now laying against his sturdier chest, looking at yourself in the mirror with him behind you, you knew what was happening. He gently pulled down your sleeping pants, taking his time to let his fingertips brush against every inch of your thighs, all the way down to your ankles. And soon enough, off came your panties too. He started by admiring the slight glistening of your slick right by your entrance, using his fingers to gently dip into the fluid that he loved. Dragging his fingers upwards, he brought his fingertips to the side of your clit, letting your slick be the lube for his fingers.

Simon looked at you through the mirror, keeping eye contact as his fingers pressed onto your clit. The gasp that left your lips was sudden, almost reaching down to grab his wrist, but stopping when he gave you a stern warning look. Everything felt different - his touch felt electrifying, while yours felt like watching paint dry. Why was it so different? Your eyes fluttered shut, head resting on his shoulder when he started speeding up his small circular motion. Your thighs spread a little more, shuddering when you felt a build up in your lower tummy. That burn you never felt unless you used a toy, the burn you got before you were clouded with euphoria; it was coming. You let out small squeaks and whimpers as your hips lifted and you came undone. Usually that’s when you’d stop, let your body just relax, but Simon kept a firm hand across your torso, using his leg to keep yours pinned down so he could still rub you till complete satisfaction.

once his movements slowed and he was panting along with you slightly, he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, looking at your eyes through the mirror again.

“I don’t care what time of day it is, if ye need t’cum, y’tell me and I’ll help, love. Alrigh��?”

you mustered a small nod, droopy eyes falling to the wet and sticky mess between your thighs, and the lovely hands that helped you along the way.

[leafavleo]

GHOST who never would’ve expected that he’d come back home one day to find you in sexy Christmas outfit, waiting for him by the door of the bedroom that you both had been sharing.

“Love, what?” He could only ask as he placed his backpack on the floor and loosened the collar of his shirt, suddenly feeling hot and bothered.

“What?” You asked back innocently, leaning against the doorframe, staring up at him with a soft smile. The dress was soft but short, with white down trims on the skirt. The Santa’s hat on the top of your head looked a little too big.

After taking in your outfit a bit longer, he finally approached you, sliding his big, rough hands down your hips, feeling the material.

“Santa came early?” He said in suggestive tone, looking down at you with those eyes that said he was ready to devour you whole right on the spot.

His hands wandered down, under the edge of the velvet, red skirt, feeling that besides the fishnet tights, there’s really nothing else. Just your skin.

“And someone unwrapped my gift.” He growled playfully, grabbing your thighs to pick you up, causing you to gasp, and carrying you to the bed.

Santa might’ve came early this year, but Ghost definitely didn’t.

[amaranthinespirit]

older boyfriend!simon riley with inexperienced!reader cw: age gap and use of 'daddy'

your relationship with simon might seem a little odd to those around who only manage to catch a glance your direction. i mean, it's not entirely unwarranted, you're such a sweet, docile thing in comparison to your boyfriend who's gruff and brooding most of the time.

he's just as convinced as the rest of them how he managed to be with such a lovely thing as yourself, thanking his lucky stars every night. though he's sure you're one of them, a bright, gleaming star that fell from the night sky into his thick arms, beefy muscles keeping you bound to him.

sure, the age gap made a person wince whenever they heard it, but it didn't matter to you and simon. you loved each other, and that was that.

he takes care of you, teaching you and your naive mind how to be in a relationship, treating you well with gifts and flowers every week. he also teaches you how to take care of him, training your throat to take his thick cock deep. calloused hand wrapped in your hair, veins popping as he groans out, slowly forcing you further as he watches the bulge protrude your throat.

his breaths are labored, chest heaving as he voices gruffly, "mmm, y'learn s'quick, darlin', such a good girl for daddy, hm?" a chuckle rumbles in his chest, hips bucking involuntarily rips a strained cry from your throat, "sorry, baby, yer doin' s'good."

he makes sure to take care of you afterwards, pressing your body into the plush bedding, his hips rolling slowly into your soaking, wanting pussy, your spongy walls stretching around his heavy cock, legs wrapped around his bulky hips. his balls press into the plush of your rear as he takes it slow and loving, pressing kisses to your temple as he mumbles praise and affirmation.

"yeah, tha's it, good girl, takin' daddy s'well, lettin'im take care of ya," his voice is breathless in your ear, his pace never changing as promised, "daddy's got you, c'mon, lovie." his lips trail down to your jaw, kissing along the bone before he nuzzles his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. his breath warm and fanning across your sweaty, damp skin as he fills you full of his thick, creamy release.

[bejeweledblondie]

When I tell you I was pissing my pants laughing at this.

“This wallpaper is so cute, we could live here” ME IN A NUTSHELL I have ADHD (I’m medicated for it) but when I’m off it this is me 😭

[punkkture]

need simon to eat me out rn </3

i just know he loves it. there’s something about the way your legs twitch and shiver against his shoulders that he loves. he’s not one to look up at you though, he’s just so entranced in what he’s doing that he can’t get his eyes off your pretty pussy.

“jus’ lay back baby, it’ll only take a minute i swear . .”

simon pulls you down to the edge of the bed and hooks those fatty thighs over his muscled shoulders. gathering warm drool in his mouth as his fingers spread you open. feeling a sticky glob of his spit land right on that sensitive clit.

i know he moans into it. his plush lips wrapping around your cunt and whimpering into you. ravenous at the taste and idea of what he’s doing to his pretty girl.

he loves fucking his tongue into you. his perfect teeth grazing against your clit as his hands keep a firm grasp on the top of your thighs.

only when you’re close does he shove a couple fingers in, spitting back out all that slick he gathered up in the process. heavy fingers curling to find that velvety spot inside that just makes you lose it.

“oh look at my pretty baby, gonna cum already? yeah . . i know you are . . ‘s okay baby just let it out” he mewls while shoving dense fingers in and out of you.

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Crushes

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Doctor!Fem!Reader

Summary: In which he has a crush on the Doctor and asks her out.

You were convinced army men were a different species.

Like Soap, tall, handsome muscular, funny and yet when needed to be extremely dangerous.

Price, funny, kind, and always knows what to say to you after a hard day yet he is a captain and rightfully so.

Gaz, the one who you barely saw in your infirmary, and yet you still met him many times. Gaz always made you laugh and he was a proper gentleman, and yet when needed be, he would shoot anyone with zero hesitation.

And then there was Ghost. The man is huge, you remember the first time he came to you after he got a gun shot wound. He walked in as if he only had a scrape while the bullet was still in his shoulder. He always had his scary mask on, or a mask on, never showing his face. 

Anyone who would do the jobs they are doing would be a troubled person but somehow you felt like Ghost was the most broken.

And yet, being so big and scary, he was still extremely kind and respectful with you, barely talked and yet said so much.

His eyes were truly a window to his soul. You could only imagine how he was on the battlefield. Given his huge size and muscles.

You only heard stories about the missions Taskforce 141 went on, you mainly saw the aftermath. Like Gaz's dislocated shoulder or Soap's stab wound. 

They were for sure a different breed.

A very sexy breed.

You were sure the danger that came with them was one of the reasons you felt like this.

But even you had to keep up the professional look.

Being a doctor, you had to be strong and professional. But then why did they make you into a shy teen as soon as they entered? 

Simon especially. 

Now, you did hear other women at base talk about him and the things they would do, so you knew you weren't alone in your crush. But even so, you needed to stop.

Men like him don't go for women like you, they are basically married to their jobs. No relationships.

You knew your place. And so, you never went over the line.

"Hi Doc,"

"Jesus, Johnny, giving me a heart attack so early in the morning." you said as you placed your hand over your heart.

"It's 10 in the morning."

"Your point?"

"Alright, so just wanted to give you a heads up Lt and I are going on a mission."

"And you plan on getting stabbed again?"

"Of course not." he laughed. "But somehow, every mission Lt goes to, he ends up here. He's a big boy, and he never went to the infirmary unless Captain yelled at him, but now, he just willingly goes every time. So, just wanted to let you know." Perhaps Johnny was too oblivious to understand what he just said, but your heart skipped a beat.

Either he was coming to meet with one of the nurses. Or he wanted to see you. But you doubted he was there to see you.

He barely spoke so it had to be a nurse.

Johnny was right, after the mission both ended up in the infirmary, Johnny had a bullet wound while Simon got a dislocated shoulder which was poorly put back.

"Okay, so Johnny can leave if he promises he will come back tomorrow so I can change his-"

"I promise, Doc, thank you." MacTavish said as he rushed out the room. You could only blink.

"What's with him?" you asked Simon who only shook his head. "Alright, but you Simon, I need an X-ray, I suspect the reason your shoulder hurts is more than just a dislocation but when you put it back, you might have cracked or fractured the bone. So, I will have to ask you to please follow me so we can do the x-ray."

Simon followed in complete silence. 

"Can you please remove your shirt and stand facing me by that machine?" He did everything you asked. But your mind began to wonder as he wanted to pull his shirt over his head. But soon stopped and looked at you.

"Can you help? It hurts." was all he said.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I thought you preferred to do it yourself." you really shouldn't let your mind wander as you helped him, of course his mask stayed, but you now had a better look at his body. Littered in scars and tattoos the man was fine as hell.

But you didn't want to use this situation to your advantage, yet you still couldn't help but feel warmer than a couple minutes ago. The fact that your fingers touched his skin when you lifted his shirt also didn't help your position.

You held the scan up before finally sitting down.

"Thankfully nothing serious. I assume when you put it back incorrectly, it must have hit a nerve and that's why it hurts more. Let's wait until tomorrow and see if it's better."

"Thanks, Doc." he said before he stood up and left. 

A couple days after, you still didn't hear from him or his shoulder. You assumed it got better, so you left it at that.

Not like you wanted to chase him down the corridors asking how his shoulder was. 

So, you just let it go.

One evening, you were working later than usual when the door opened. Thankfully it wasn't an emergency, only Simon.

"Simon, how's your shoulder?"

"All good." 

"Perfect, what brings you here then?"

"I saw the light was on and... you shouldn't be up so late." you looked at him, the black mask covering his face as usual, only his eyes visible.

"Yes, well, I have a lot of work to do."

"You should go and sleep."

"Thank you Simon, but I'll have to finish this."

"How long?"

"About 30 minutes." you watched as he sat down on the chair in front of you. "What are you doing?"

"I'll wait 30 minutes and then bring you to your room, you need to rest,  you look after our health, wouldn't want you tired and make mistakes."

Who were you to argue with him?

Instead, you just tried to finish everything up, because you saw him setting a timer.

"Time's up." he announced just as you closed the folder.

You made sure everything was put away before heading to your courters. 

"Are you sure you are okay Simon? Johnny said you  never went to the infirmary before but lately you come a lot." you asked as you two started walking, you didn't expect him to walk with you, but you weren't complaining.

"I'm fine, just wanted to make sure you are all good."

"Thank you, Simon."

You two arrived at your door as you turned and gave him a smile.

"Thank you again, have a good evening." you turned to open the door but he spoke up, making you stop.

"I-I was thinking...I have a mission but after if you are free, we could go for a tea or scotch or something?"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Yes." his voice was pure confidence, not like before. "If you want to, of course."

"I would love to, but I thought you liked one of the nurses?"

"Sorry?"

"Wasn't there why you came so often to the infirmary?"

"Oh, actually I went because of you."

"Oh. We can go for tea of a drink after your mission, but you have to promise me something."

"Anything."

"Don't get hurt too bad." you knew asking him not to get hurt at all would be a stretch, given his position he would most likely get hurt, even if just a little.

"Copy that, Ma'am."

You gave him one last smile before you headed inside.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you couldn't help but smile for the rest of the week.

You couldn't wait for your date. So, as soon as you got the news that they were back, unharmed, you couldn't hide your excitement.

You waited for him to come through those doors and take you out as he promised he would.

And one day, it finally happened, he opened the door and you smiled at him.

"Ready?" is all he asked, all he needed to ask as you ran to him.

"Ready." you replied before locking the door behind yourself.

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[orbitganymede]

self proclaimed guard dog simon who’s never held a conversation with you or even really tried to interact with you at all. he had caught a glimpse of you out on the town and traced you back to your current job, lucky for him, on base. you’re a little freaked out, this mammoth of a man randomly shows up one day and pulls a chair up to your desk, takes out a book and just hangs out for a few hours? even leaves an extra lighter for his cigs in your pen holder. introductions were a quick back and forth on names and that’s about it, sometimes he comments on your clothes or jewelry, he saw your dainty little chain on your neck and purchased an S charm the next day, left it on your desk and that was that. you really shouldn’t be okay with this but he’s kinda intriguing, and the guy that has the office next to yours hasn’t bothered you in weeks, something you’ve been begging for mentally, so really what’s simon doing wrong? he sometimes even brings you a stray pudding cup from the mess, how sweet.

but what really gets you is when you’ve just got in your car, setting your things down, buckling your seat belt, the works, but simon slides in your passenger seat, gives you a look (his eyes look so pretty in the sunlight) and tells you to “take us home”, you’re nervous to say the least, you heard what happened to janet in admin when she told him one of his stacks of paperwork was filed wrong, that she wasn’t gonna take his next one until he fixed his mistake (she’d left crying, cursing his name to high hell, and asking for a transfer) so really what choice do you have.

and maybe he walks into your place, goes straight for where you always store your remote and turns on the channel you like to watch, almost as if he’s seen this routine before, he even asks what face mask you’re gonna do tonight, you wonder how he guessed that you do a face mask every friday night (he suggests the blueberry charcoal one, says it makes your skin glowy (he did not use the word glowy)) you shrug and go on with your nightly tasks, make dinner, do dishes, shower. but what actually makes you stop in your tracks is when he walks out of the bathroom, still steamed up from his shower, butt ass naked and asks you what your favorite position is, pet.

[itsoutrageouss]

More Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley coming into your room at night, no words needed. Follow up on my last post.

His hands are gripping your waist and your tummy, but not only that, he’s actually dragging you downwards with all his strength, pawing at you so your body scoots down the bed, onto his face, ruffling the sheets. The sounds he makes are unholy and like nothing you’ve heard. He’s always barking orders, grunting in disapproval. Now he’s moaning, nearly whining into the wet mess he’s making between your thighs, spit and slick everywhere.

You can’t even see him, only faint moonlight illuminating his bulging arms and head snug between your thighs. You still haven’t said a single coherent word since he came in, running a hand through his short hair, tugging in a way that makes his whole body shiver. He can’t breathe and he fucking loves it, feeling the stress melt from his muscles with every flutter of your hole around his tongue, cramming it inside you.

Everything is a haze. You had been asleep, and now your lieutenants stern, usually hidden mouth was enveloping as much of your pussy as it could and just slurping. Your thighs quivered around his head, feeling worshipped with the way his hands pulled and pulled on your flesh to get you closer.

He inhaled sharply, groaning in his exhale as his shoulders relaxed. You were his free therapy right now. It wasn’t even for you, because he moved up your body at a crucial second, unconsciously edging you. An annoyed whine left your lips, but he was quick to silence you with two fingers slipping between your lips, calloused fingertips pressing down onto your tongue.

“Good to me” was the first words spoken. His voice was hoarse, quiet and you weren’t sure if he was talking more to himself than to you, his eyes narrowed as they observed the way spit pooled at the corners of your lips as you suckled his fingers in contentment. It sounded almost like a surprised observation as it fell from his spit slicked lips.

You blinked up at him in the darkness, spreading your legs to accommodate his wide hips as he slotted them between your thighs.

Your hand curled around his wrist and gently pulled his wet fingers from your mouth. “Can be even better,” you whispered softly, an innocent expression on your face that he found cruel because how could you look at him like that? He had to squeeze his eyes shut for a second to gather his bearing before he looked at you again.

“Show me” he commanded lowly, lowering his chin, his expression dark and set like the lieutenant he was.

[simonrileysfavteacup]

Simon picked your engagement ring himself. He went to the jeweller, saw the ring, and immediately thought of you. He loves it. He’s always kissing your left hand. He’s so in love with you, it aches. 

When the two of you finally get married, he never stops looking at his ring. It’s a plain thick silver band, but he loves it so much. He’s just so afraid he’ll lose it. 

Instead, he wears the ring on his dog tag chain and gets your initial tattooed on him. The day he comes home from deployment, at first, you don’t notice anything different but his facial hair. Then, when you ask him to get you a fork at dinner, you gasp, “What’s that?”

“What?” he raises a brow.

You grab his hand, pointing to the tattoo. “What? Where’s your ring? What’s this?”

“Here,” he tugs at the chain around his neck. “And ‘is is jus’ to show people ’m married.”

“It’s permanent!”

“Is our marriage no’ supposed to be?” 

“But-”

“Are ya tryin’ to leave me, lovie?”

“No…it’s just…permanent…”

“Good. You’re my Mrs. ‘hat’s permanent too.”

You giggle. “Fine. I’m getting one too.”

“Like ‘ell you are. ‘M not letting you ruin that perfect skin.”

“But-”

“Lovie,” he warns. “No means no. I know how much you love me and you hate needles.” 

“Okay…”

“You could spread your legs to prove it though.”

“SIMON!”

[simonz-angel]

phone s*x with toxic ex bf simon

pt two to this!

the line rides quiet for mere seconds when he picks up, you can’t tell if it’s due to the lines connecting or his hesitation, but you know him… there is no hesitation with simon.

“hey, baby,” he breathes, voice light like an angel sent from the heavens above. you can tell he’s been waiting, in all aspects.

“hey, si,” you murmur, voice airy and shy. you can barely breathe. this is the longest you and simon been off, 2 months. 2 whole months no contact.

“knew you’d call me, pretty, been sittin’ here waitin’ for you, angel.” he snarks, chuckling to himself on the other end of the line. you can see it behind your lids, watching his face suddenly come closer, teeth glinting and eyes shining in something viscous. fuckkkk.

you giggle sweetly, fingers dipping just an inch lower, tips reaching ever so slightly beneath your panty line. “didn’t have anything else to do, m’why not?”

“oh? is that what i am, huh? just a pick up to ease your boredom, babe?” he laughs, and you see his eyes crinkle in crows feet, you’re hot, bothered.

you hug the phone closer to your ear, gasping with annoyance before hinting into a sweet whine. “y’know that’s not what i meant…”

you can hear his tongue suck at his teeth, tsking into the phone till it hits your ear. it has your fingers digging deeper, eyes rolling back slowly, and mistakenly you let a soft whimper roll through the speaker back.

it has simon perking up, fingers tightening round the waiting length of his cock. this is what he wanted, what he was waiting for. nothing came close to you, no one.

“you miss me, baby?” he sighs, head rolling back against his pillows. he knows you did, clearly with the soft breaths he picks up from your end. “huh?”

and the way he punctuates himself has your ankles flexing, toes digging up into your sheets as your fingers find the sweet bud of your swollen clit.

“m-missed you so much,” you gasp, listening to the way his laugh reverberates through the phone. you can feel it, in your chest, and it has you yearning.

“yeah, i bet you did, babe,” he huffs, fingers tightening up round his cock, bicep flexing up taut as he picks up his pace. “can’t get outta your stupid lil mind, can i?”

“mmm,” you whine, shaking your head even though he’s nowhere near. “needed you so bad, si.”

“poor girl,” he puffs, growing cocky. and his head tilts, lip curling over his teeth as his cock leaks, dripping down over the back of his hand. “i’m here, i’m here for you, baby, never gonna leave you, you hear me?”

and his words fluctuate in a throaty groan, and you can practically see the way his eyes spin back into his head, the way his stomach flexes, and the way his back bows up softly like it always does when he’s close.

“never?” and you’re trying your absolute best to keep composure, sentences… words becoming harder and harder to form with every passing second. “p-promise?”

“promise, luvie, just tell me you love me, baby.” n it’s a demand, one that rolls of his tongue with vile, force that has you whining and moaning up into the phone. “say it.”

i pray i didn’t fuck this up 🙏 @fairy-caitlin 😉