#simon ghost riley cod smut

[ghostssweetgirl]

Ménage à trois simon ghost riley x y/n - mff threesome

A/N- I haven't seen anyone else do this so I want to give it a shot...  bc lorddd it's been on my mind for some time, but I don't know how some people will take it lol (😳) it's hot to me though 🫢but it's very out of character (last time I wrote something f x f someone got offended so i'm just saying please don't get offended like that is NOT my intention AT ALL lol idk what to say but i understand if this is not something you personally like i'm just going ahead and clearing this up before someone comments something)

CW: mff threesome, bisexual reader, established relationship, slight cuckolding? i guess? , dom Ghost, oral (m receiving, f receiving + giving), rough sex, degrading & praising, double facial ;)

WC: 4k~

It wasn't that you needed to spice it up in the bedroom with Simon, he was plenty for you and you for him; catering to each kink you were exploring and every fantasy you wanted to try out, but there was just this one you couldn't get rid of in the back of your head, and at first, you hadn't planned on saying anything about it, or even following through with it. Simon would do anything for you though, anything that makes his princess happy and pleased.

It was when you were sitting in a corner of a bar, in the middle of a conversation with your boyfriend when the thought kept creeping from the back of your mind, sticking with you as you tried to focus on what he was saying. You smiled at him lovingly, though you struggled to maintain eye contact. Your eyes wandered to this beautiful woman, whose body was created from a Goddess herself. The dress she wore hugged her curves tightly, her hips swayed as she walked to the bar, ordering a whiskey. You eyed her up and down, Simon had his head tilted at you.

"Y'alright, luv?" he asked softly, his hand sliding over to hold yours.

"Mhm," you nodded, clearly flustered. Simon knew you, though. Something was up, and he didn't know what. 

"What is it, doll?" his eyes met yours, curiously.

You blushed. There was no way you were going to say it right now. You were nervous of how'd he react to the suggestion. Something of a slight jealousy tinged in your stomach but that was the same exact thing that got you so worked up over it, wanting to try it out... and also for your own selfish pleasure. 

You nervously tapped your leg, biting your lip as you thought about how to word it. 

"C'mon, now, tell me, babe," he rasped, raising an eyebrow as you were usually up front about your wants and needs.

"Well... I guess I want to try a threesome," you muttered low enough to where only he could hear you. His Adam apple bobbed in his throat as he cleared it, unexpecting to hear what just came out of your mouth. You met his eyes nervously, the silence killed you internally. You started to explain yourself. "Y-you're more than enough, Simon, I just... want to see you with another girl."

What the fuck are you doing? Is this the right way to propose this idea?

"I only want you," he finally spoke. 

"I know that," you smirked, happy to have your man's heart, but won't he understand you just want to bring him as much pleasure as you can? "But... something about the idea... turns me on... a lot."

His eyes widened in surprise, genuinely at a loss for words. He meant it when he said he only wanted you, nothing compares to you in his eyes. He means it when he says you're perfectly made for him and only him. What kind of man would turn down this opportunity though? It was for your pleasure, too. "Is that so?" he grinned underneath his mask (yes he wears it in public). 

You giggled as you nodded your head towards the girl you had an eye on. "What do you think about her?"

He turned his head slowly, eyeing the girl. "She's pretty," he complimented as his eyes wandered over her body once more. 

Your breath fastened as you watched your boyfriend check out the girl, your core heating up and your cheeks flushing red. He took a sip of his drink, letting out a soft sigh as he shifted in his seat. "How about... I go talk to her up, hm? See how that makes you feel?" his voice lowered.

Your pupils dilate as you nod eagerly, giving him your permission. He got up slowly, taking one look over his shoulder at you as he made his way towards her. Your hands gripped the hem of your dress as you watched him set his hand down on the bar, flexing his veins and muscles as he leaned down, his head bobbed as he spoke to her. Her face lit up as she flashed a smile, eyes flickering towards your own. You quickly look down, flustered. 

You took a few more shots to calm your nerves, occasionally looking over at your boyfriend flirting with the woman. Her hand soon touched his arm, she gasped as she felt his muscles and snaked up his arm, gripping his bicep as he flexed for her. You noticed him breathing harder as he looks back at you with heavy eyes. You lick your lips as you eye him, signaling him that everything is okay. 

It wasn't long before he eventually walked her over to your table, introducing her to you. She smiled widely at you, her eyes wandered to your chest. You smirked as you introduced yourself, holding out your hand. "Y/n," you spoke confidently.

She told you hers and you guys chatted up for a while, the conversation got heated quickly as you bought her a few drinks, getting to know her. You guys talked until the bar closed, and exchanged information. You knew there was a click between you two, but you didn't want to move too fast with this. You needed just a little more time.

--

For the next two weeks, you were texting her back and forth. Simon caught you smiling at your phone often, picking on you.

"Look how red faced you get chattin' her, luv," he teased, chuckling softly. "How has it been going?"

You smiled as you made eye contact, letting him know how well you two get along, and how you guys like a lot of the same things. You proposed the fantasy to her, and she was more receptive to it than you expected. I would love to... The thought crossed my mind, but I didn't want to push it. I think you're both drop dead fkn gorgeous, even tho ur bf's masked lol, her text read.

"Also, she admitted that she noticed me before you, but was surprised when you approached her," you laughed, teasing him. "And she's... free tonight..."

He raised his eyebrows as he looked at you deeply. "I love you, baby. I'm only ready if you are."

--

You got ready and sent her your address. You suck in your breath as you saw the on my way. 15 mins, text. You and Simon sat in the living room, he shifted in his seat, spreading his legs as his hand rested behind his head, the other caressed your thigh that tapped nervously, waiting for the knock on the door.

.

.

.

.

There she is.

You smile brightly, opening the door as she walks in, hugging you tightly as she greeted you. "Hey, doll!" she giggled. "Hi, Simon..."

"Hey there," he spoke, his eyes moved in her direction. You put on a show while you cooked everyone a home cooked meal. You hummed to yourself happily in the kitchen as you plated up the food, sort of eavesdropping on their conversation. You couldn't tell exactly what, but you were pretty sure your boyfriend was telling her all of your weaknesses. You set up the table for everyone to eat. It wasn't even awkward as you all ate and talked, it was a great conversation, actually. They both flustered you as they complimented your cooking.

"Wonder what else tastes... delicious," she spoke in a low tone, eyeing you as you blushed, biting your lip at her compliment.

Simon chuckled, noticing the effect she had on you already.

"You'll find out soon, darling," you cooed.

--

The party migrated to the bedroom, where you and her sat next to each other and Simon laid across the edge of the bed, his bottle of whiskey nearby as well as the bottle of wine you were sharing. Soft pop music played from your radio lowly in the background. Simon turned the LED lights to a dark red. It was as if you and her had the same idea, as both of your hands cupped each other's face as you leaned into her lips, kissing her softly. Savoring the sweet taste of her lip gloss as you sucked her bottom lip. Your hands travelled down to her waist as you groped it tightly in your hands. Simon's eyes roamed between the two of you, enjoying the sight in front of him. Seeing his girl being pleased from this point of view was... satisfying. The kiss became more heated as her hands explored your body, roaming down your chest as she squeezed your breast, earning a moan that escaped your lips. Your hands mirrored her own actions against her own body, you cupped her tit in your hand as you squeezed it tightly. Your lips broke only to catch some breath.

Simon's heart nearly dropped when he saw the way you two look at him. Both of you crawled towards him. You lifted up his mask and your lips met his first, letting him taste her as you stuck your tongue in his mouth which he greedily sucked. Her hands stroked his chest before you pulled back, you nudged him in her direction. He licked his lips, sucking in a breath before their lips locked. You couldn't help it, you were already wet. You bit your lip as each of your hands groped onto them, caressing their heads as they made out, a sticky string connected them as he pulled away to kiss you again, this time deeper. You felt his heartbeat slamming as you caressed his cheek, your fingers splayed across his neck as he crawled on top of you.

Her hands massaged your waist as you fell softly on your back, his hand traced between the valley of your breasts and wrapped around your throat, holding you down as his other hand grasped her throat, you moaned as their lips crashed. You watched with heavy-lidded eyes, a bitten lip and your hips needily bucked into the air, falling short as he laid atop of you. Their kiss broke and he looked down at you, his chest heavily rising and falling as he quickly took off his shirt, his muscles flexed before they relaxed again. You leaned up, four hands caressed his body, stroking his back, his abs, his chest, his arms. He growled as he gripped your shirt and ripped it off of you, leaning down and kissing your chest hungrily, leaving love bites in between. He squeezed both of your breasts, harshly sucking on your nipples before pulling away. She leaned down and kissed up your naval, sucking on the skin around your belly button. His hands groped her waist, stroked her sides, pulling her bottoms off as she kissed up your body, sucking on your tits. He ripped her shirt off next, pulling off of her, letting her breasts fall against your skin. She stuck her finger in your mouth which you sucked on eagerly as your body rolled into her touch. She moaned into your tit as Simon slapped her ass, sliding his hand in between her cheeks, feeling her warmth. 

"Fuckin' hell..." he rasped. She kicked off the remainder of her pants along with her underwear as she crawled on top of you. Your hands slid down her waist, meeting Simon's hand that tightly gripped the fat of her ass. His hand held yours as he massaged her ass, his clothed cock grinded against your covered heat. Not for long though, she sat up as she removed your bottoms too. She left you in your thong. She looked up at you through her lashes as she kissed up your leg, teasingly. Her hands crept up your thighs, using her nails... Simon fucking told her I like being scratched, you thought to yourself, as she finally tugged your thong down. 

Simon palmed himself through his pants, watching the way her ass spread in front of him as she buried her face in your pussy. He was quickly distracted as he heard you moan out in ecstasy, your moans making his cock ache in his pants even more. Your hand rest at the back of her head as she ate you out expertly, rolling her tongue against your clit, causing your legs to slightly quiver.

"Oh, fuck, yes," you moaned out, making eye contact with your boyfriend, that similar grin he recognizes on your face. He knows it feels good. 

Her moans vibrated into your clit as she pushed her nose into your mound, sucking as hard as she could. Simon's finger prodded at her entrance, teasing her as she whimpered into your cunt. He chuckled from behind her as he slid one finger in. "That feel good, luv?" he asked her, his other hand pushing her head deeper into you. Your mouth fell agape at the feeling, her tongue now flat as he controlled the pace of which she licked you at. She breathed heavily, her eyes looking up at you was so adorable. Simon slipped another finger in her, you watched her body jolt at the feeling. He moaned, as he continued thrusting his hand into her pussy. "That's it, good fuckin' slut... Keep eatin' that cunt... fuck," he rasped. "She's about to cum, look how well you're doin', luv..."

He knew you so well. Your back arched high off the bed, your fingers tangled with Simon's hand in her hair as your orgasm sent waves and waves of electricity through you. "Oh fuck..." you panted. She kissed up your body, laying between your legs as her ass arched into the air. You traced down her back, flipping her over. You return the favor, suckling on the sensitive spots on her neck. You lick your fingers, and softly press it to her clit. Her little moans are music to your ears. "Yeah?" you purred as you kissed down to her breast, taking a hard bud into your mouth, sucking it roughly. Your boyfriend's finger explored your folds, agonizingly slow as he pressed his thumb to your clit, chuckling as you quivered. He finally freed his aching cock, his hand pressed at the base as he jerked it, watching you kiss down her sexy body, watching you smile as you bury your face into her cunt, your tongue works fast at her clit before you suck on it. Your hands grip her hip as she bucks into your face. Simon crawls up to her, grabbing a fistful of her hair as he smacks his cock on her tongue. You moaned into her cunt, your own clenching around nothing as you watched her please your man... 

His head fell back, a deep groan echoed as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, her hands stroking what didn't fit. His hand rested at the crown of her head. "Ah, fuck," he hissed, his hips starting to rut back and forth, hitting her throat deeper. Her eyes watered as she struggled. "Jus' like that, good girl." 

You pressed a finger into her cunt, feeling her clench around it. She pulled off his cock with a small gasp as your fingers teased her cervix, quickly coaxing her first orgasm from her. Her hands then gripped the bedsheets as her back arched. Simon grabbed a fistful of her tit as he slapped his cock against it, watching it jiggle, jerking off as he grabbed her head and placed his cock in her mouth again, this time taking full control as he used her throat like a fleshlight, her gagging sounds filled the room as she attempted to moan. You pull back with a whimper as slobber drools onto her clit, her pussy squelched as you fingered her. Her thighs shook as you felt her clamp onto your fingers, her arousal seeped and you lapped it up, before you offered your finger to Simon. His eyes rolled back as he helped you clean off your fingers. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, pulling you into a rough kiss. He groped your ass as he bit your lip, savoring the taste of her arousal on your tongue. 

"You havin' fun, my sweet girl?" he grabbed your jaw, leaning down to your level, his hand reached between your legs, finding your sopping cunt that he sunk two fingers into. "So fuckin' wet, yeah? What a fuckin' whore." His finger moved faster, your arm slung around his neck as he stole another stomach-turning orgasm from you, you chanted his name as he pushed you on your back, grabbing the other girl by her neck as he placed her next to you. He then grabbed your ankles and pulled you both to the edge of the bed. "Hold your legs up. Both of you."

You both lay beneath him, holding your legs up from behind your knees, in full display for your boyfriend. You look at her already fucked-out face and smile, your lidded eyes met hers and she giggled, leaning over to kiss you. He teased his cock between the puffy lips of your cunt, collecting your slick before he pressed the tip into you. He grunted as he felt the velvety grip of your walls around his cock, one hand gripped the fat of your thigh for leverage as he fucked a few more thrusts into you, before pulling out of you with a deep growl. He fisted himself for a second before he pushed his cock between her cunt, he watched her mouth fall open in anticipation as he slowly pushed in. "Bloody hell, take it..." he muttered, holding her hips down as he set a brutal pace, slowing down shortly after. He rolled his hips into her one last time before he pulled out, switching back to you. It went on like this for several minutes, several orgasms later, the both of you a whimpering mess under him made his sadistic little heart happy. 

A stinging sensation crept in your stomach this time... as he stayed in her longer than he has before. He caged her with his arms, pressing his forehead to hers. "This cunt feels so fuckin' good wrapped around me, yeah? Such good sluts for me." You reached down, rubbing your clit as you watched his balls slap against her ass, watching the way he gropes her body, sticks his thumb in her mouth to suck while he thrusts faster. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" she cried. "I'm gonna fucking cum-" she warned, but he pulled out of her right as her legs started to shake. Her body spasmed as she pouted. 

"That's too bad," Simon chuckled as he now caged you. He kissed your lips roughly, kissing down your neck as he teased his cock against your hole. You whimpered as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, finally bullying his cock fully into you. Your brows furrowed as you bit back your moans, wrapping your legs around him as he brutally rammed into you. You were becoming close, his cock was hitting your cervix just the right way....

He pulled back with a groan, something dark about it. 

"Simon, Simon, Simon, please..." you begged.

He didn't answer as he laid in the middle of the bed on his back. He tapped her thighs, instructing her to sit on his face. Leaving you to his cock. She straddles his face, her plump thighs pressed around his ears, facing you as you sank down on his length. His body tenses up at the feeling, his hands cupped your thighs as you started riding slowly at your own pace, working at your climax. You sighed out in pleasure, watching her body gyrate against his mouth, watching his jaw clench as he sucks on her clit. She tilts her head back, your hands lean forward and cup her breasts, pinching her nipples and she squeals out. Her small hands grab your wrists before they snake up your arms, cupping your face as you look each other in the eye whilst you use your boyfriend for you girls' pleasure. Two moaning messes above him, both singing his name blissfully. His hands fight back and forth, taking turns groping both of your bodies. You lean into a kiss, a sloppy, heated makeout session as you both reach your highs, moaning into each other's mouths as your pussies leak slick all over your boyfriend, his deep moans now muffled into her cunt as her full weight falls onto him in her euphoric state. Your cunt pulsed around his cock, watching her get off and your boyfriend being pleasured like this proves to be too much for you as you released one last time. You gripped his thighs that clenched, as his cock twitched inside of you, signaling he was close. "On your knees," he demanded breathlessly. The both of you hurriedly got on your knees in front of him, he stood up on the bed before you two. Like the hungry cumsluts you were, you both held out your tongues, ready for his cum. He whimpered as he stroked his cock fast, taking turns placing the tip on your tongues. "Keep lookin' at me like that. God - fuck - you're both so fuckin' gorgeous, o-oh, fuck-" he gritted, the first thick rope of cum landed on her tongue, then another flew out on your face, and another on hers. He stroked every drop out, smearing it all over your faces. His mouth stayed fell open, he bit his lip as he watched you lick his release off of her face, and her do the same.

"Dirty little fuckin' minxes..." he panted, a happy grin plastered across his face.

The both of you giggled evilly, taking comfort in his now fucked-out state. 

After a little bit of rest, you and her showered together, allowing Simon some alone time in his own shower. 

--

After helping her clean herself up, and giving her a spare pair of clothes, you made her a midnight snack and showed her to the guest room, where you both got to gossip a little about Simon.

"That was definitely... the best sex I ever had," she admitted, trying to stop the blush creeping on her face.

"Trust me... it was... definitely one of our best times," you wink at her, laughing at her easily flustered state. "He's... really fucking good."

"You're a lucky woman," she smiled, turning on her side, pulling the covers up as she yawns. I smile warmly, my heart content.

"Thank you," I blushed. I know I am.

--

I met Simon in the kitchen, getting his midnight snack as well. It was silent as I grabbed my food, but as we made eye contact with each other, it felt like an even deeper connection. He walked in front of me, placing both hands on either side of me on the counter top.

He leaned down, inhaling my scent. "Do you know... how much I fuckin' love you?"

I shrug coyly. "Yeah. More than anything, right?" I wrap my arms around his chest, looking up at him.

"Damn right," he agreed, kissing the top of your head as he pulls you in a tight embrace. "Can't wait to marry you."

--

I don't know I kinda love this tbh I hope you enjoy!

[leafavleo]

GHOST uses to workout quite frequently, because of his job in military. He never admits it loud, but he likes to be in good shape. He likes the glances that you’re sending him when he’s taking off his shirt on purpose to present you his muscular back, covered in black ink tattoos.

There’s only one thing that he hates during his daily routine — push ups. He doesn’t know why he dislikes to do that workout, it’s just happen. He prefers other exercises, but while he’s at home, without the gym equipment, it’s just what’s left for him to stretch those arms muscles more.

But fortunately, recently you’ve got an idea of how to make this workout more pleasant for him. You find yourself on the floor, underneath Ghost while he’s grunting and sweating. It’s not what you think it is, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t making you feel in a certain way.

You like the view from down there. He’s shirtless and the only piece of clothing that he wears are the grey sweatpants. The way he’s looking and sounding makes you want to wrap your legs around his waist and just keep him down.

“Don’t try to give up, because you’ll squish me.” You giggle once Ghost makes another push up, giving you a quick kiss in meantime.

“Not gonna, doll.” He says back in breathy tone, pushing himself back up. He grunts again and lower himself down, giving you another kiss.

You make this exercise quite enjoyable for him.

[khioneee]

simon knew it was over the moment he realized just how freaky you are.

simon knew he was massive—he always had.

it was a quiet fear that followed him, the thought that if he lost control for even a moment, he might hurt you. his touch was always careful, deliberate.

his hands were wrapped around your neck, not tight, but gentle—just enough to feel the pulse beneath your skin. his thumbs rested softly against your throat, his grip light, careful not to leave a mark. but when you started frantically grinding your hips against his, rolling your body in desperate need, everything shifted.

a low, guttural noise rumbled from his throat as his body responded on instinct. without meaning to, his hands tightened, gripping your neck for leverage as you moved against him. he froze for a second, startled by his own strength. but then—

it happened.

you clenched tighter around him, your head falling back as a broken moan escaped your lips. you were crying out, completely undone, lost in the moment. your hips bucked harder, desperate for more, and it hit him like a bolt of lightning:

you liked it rough.

you, his innocent, angelic girl — the one with soft smiles and bright eyes, the one who blushed at the smallest touch — had been hiding it all along.

he stared at you, stunned, as you begged with your body, your innocent exterior cracking to reveal the wicked, burning desire beneath. his angel wasn't just soft and sweet

—you were freaky.

a low growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, the ghost of a grin tugging at his lips. “you've been holding out on me, haven't you, lovie?” he murmured, his voice dark with amusement and something far more dangerous.

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (consent somno)

Sleeping with Simon means you might wake up from the tingling yet comfortable feeling coming from your breast, still disoriented from the slumber, letting out a sleepy whimper as the pleasure keeps coursing through your spine like tiny lightnings.

“Morning.” Simon doesn’t even detach his lips from your nipples as he greets you, lapping lazily and rolling the little peaks with his hot tongue.

“Simon…” Your fingers card through his locks to encourage him, he’s always extra horny in the early morning, but the eagerness in his movements is more evident now than the other days, practically burying his face in your breasts. “What got you so worked up today?” you ask him between the moans caused by his antics, his intentional sucking on one of your sensitive buds makes you unable to hold back a whiny cry of bliss.

“Wake up and see you sleeping in my arms, safe and sound…” Simon huffs out a laugh when he gives your nipples a nip, eliciting a yelp on you “You wearing my shirt, leaning against my chest, just the right angle for me to peek in the collar and see those cute nipples of yours…”

“It’s not my fault, you told me to wear one of your shirts last night.” Your pouty facade can’t be kept on for long, not when he finishes taking good care of your now fully hardened nipples, peppering kisses on his way downwards, as if memorizing your body and claiming his territory again with those pink love bites.

“And you’re the one who chose the thinnest and loosest shirt, ain’t you?” Taking your clothed clit between his lips, he smirks as he dart out his tongue, pressing down forcefully at your core and toying it skillfully, so you’ll throw your head back on the pillow and grind your needy pussy against his lips, begging for more with those sugar-coated pleas. “Fuck, all greedy and soaked just from me worshipping your tits, sweetheart? Who’s the eager one now, eh?”

“Just…Just pull down the panties already, god…” Not enough, your mind screams for more, yearns for his lips directly touching your wet folds.

“Bossy.” He chastises you, like you’re an impatient girl craving for candies, but he won’t deny you—or deny himself, from tasting what he’s been wanting since he woke up this morning.

Pulling down your panties and let it pull around your ankles, not even sparing time to take it off properly, he dives back between your thighs, wet tongue gliding through your core, drinking down those nectar as you reach out and push his face down further, the crook of his nose nudging your clit so good that you roll your hips to meet his consistent onslaught.

“Bloody hell, princess…smells so fucking good.” He groans, a low and half-growling one which only worsen your insatiable desires. Even when he lifts his head slightly to speak, his hands immediately move in, sliding two thick and long fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping and pressing the correct spots to make you scream out his name.

“Trying to wake the neighbors up with those cute moans, huh? ‘m not sure if they’ll feel grateful.” Thumbs spreading your pussy lips, he latches onto the now-exposed clit, bringing you another level of joy by sucking that twitching little thing.

“Simon! Si- oh, gonna…” You try to warn him before you get pushed over the edge abruptly, liquid gushing out and smearing his face, only for him to moan contently and make sure not to miss any drop.

“What a sight…” Straightening up and looking at the pool of mess staining the bedsheets, before his gaze travel to you face, eyes still blurry and cheeks tinted with rosy red, panting and quivering after squirting so hard for him, Simon smacks your pussy teasingly, earning another delectable whimper from you. “Squirting all over the sheets, will have to change it later.”

“Can’t go another round, baby…” You look down at him the moment his lips touch your puffy folds once again, big eyes meeting his dark ones with satisfaction and tiredness, but your protest is cut off by a soft smack on right on your trembling clit, and further words are replaced with moans when he ducks down to resume devouring his favorite meal, pressing a reassuring kiss to your pussy and croon. “Won’t stop until you squirt again for me, you can do it, love, and you will do it.”

[joonieskinks]

simon ghost riley is sometimes a little blunt (warning: smut)

You adore him for who he is, but it still unnerves you with just how blunt he can be at times.

It usually happens privately with just you:

“In about 5 minutes, I’m gonna eat you out.” He says as you are in the middle of The Goblet of Fire on the couch. You almost choked on your popcorn.

Or you’re doing laundry in the morning. “We need pineapple juice next time we’re out, want you to enjoy swallowing next time you’re suckin me off.” Jaw dropped.

He does it in front of the team too- and sometimes it’s even worse:

You accidentally dropped your lip balm onto the bar floor while fishing it out of your purse and bend to pick it up.

“Haven’t seen that angle in a while, dove. It’s been too long since we done doggy.”

It’s a never-ending series of eyebrow raises when Simon decides to open up his mouth and you’re around, needless to say. You brunt all of the embarrassment and the deep blushes, Simon couldn’t give a shit. He didn’t even clock it when John, Johnny and Kyle would all give him shocked looks. Man just owns it. Completely unbothered.

“Youre wearin the skirt you wear when you wanna get fucked. That your goal?”

“Simon!” You hiss, you can feel the red hot heat rush to your face.

But he just stares back at you, waiting for your response. You can hardly believe how composed he is when his Captain is right there glaring at him.

“So?”

“I need another beer.” John excuses himself, he can’t even look you in the eyes right now. Kyle joins him shortly after making a run for it, but you’re left with a quiet Johnny patiently waiting for you to respond. Eager, almost. Joy.

“You can’t just say things like that in public, especially not in front of your friends!” You lecture, pulling down your skirt in the process.

“Why? If you wanted to fuck, you could’ve just said so, love. Give me 2 to down this pint and I’ll meet you in the toilets, yeah?”

“Simon!” You smack his thigh.

“Can I watch?” Johnny asks excitedly.

“No!-“ “Fine.”

Johnny’s face lights up while yours gives Simon a death stare.

“Do you want it or not?” You roll your eyes and throw your purse over your shoulder.

“You two are ridiculous.” And they watch you walk away.

Simon only shrugs, pounding back his beer before coming after you. Doesn’t make a difference to him if he fucks you here and now or at home and later.

“… so is that a no?” Johnny asks with puppy eyes.

[feelgoodinct]

nsfw. price who takes pride in how well he takes care of his missus. it’s your world and he’s just living in it baby!

there’s not a day that goes by where you aren’t fucked and fed properly. will go to great lengths to make your life as easy as possible, which includes being selfless. which is why when he goes on long work trips he’ll ask one of the boys to take good care of you until he gets back. preferably simon; johnny is much too eager, and gaz is too much of a sweetheart to rough you up just how you like. he can’t bare the thought of having his girl waking up to an empty bed. which why he’ll leave simon with the keys to your home and a heavy pat on the back.

“I’ll be back in a few days. keep her entertained for me, will ya? if she starts getting fussy just means she’s due for a proper fucking. she’s a restless little thing. take good care of her now, yeah? I’ll be expecting updates.”

[pricesprincess]

smut mdni

werewolf! simon who posts videos of him fucking other creatures such as other werewolves, vampires, pixies, really anything he can get his paws on that get really good views that is until he meets you, a little trinket fairy.

he sets up the tripod, and you're standing next to him, only ending at his massive hip. you're waving and smiling so cute and sweet too.

you're plump with extra to grab and simon loves that.

que ten minutes in the video and you're being bounced up and down simon's fat cock, the knot nudging against your gaping entrance.

the camera was high quality, able to get an excellent view of the way your pussylips swallowed his impressive girth.

your slick gushing making simon's glistening dick and fat sack that was swollen and drip with your creamy cum that made a mess between his thick and powerful thighs.

simon had his hands tucked underneath your knees to keep your legs spread open as he used you for his own pleasure like you were a toy.

and in a way you were.

the way his tapered tip kissed your cervix you squealed with pleasure and pain that blended together in an intoxicating haze as you gripped his biceps letting your head bounce around.

he fucked into you so deep that you swore he was in your throat, simon was everywhere and there was no escaping his hold or his dick.

comments and hefty tips flowed in the more your pussy gushed that sweet essence which wafted up to his snout that he pressed into your neck. each thrust jingled your trinkets noisily.

your sweet cries brought in the most viewers simon has ever had, sure everyone else he fucked was good but you? you're better.

the way you cling to him trying to tap out after your third orgasm but simon wasn't done. "you promised me love to finish this video, now be good and let me cum in your wet hot cunt "

his knot swelled before he pushed you all the way down making your pussy swallow him whole. "simon! fuck!" you wailed loudly.

a thick load of cum filled your quivering cunt which only added to the wet sticky mess between your legs as simon read the comments petting your hair and kissing your cheek.

"i think you'll just be a regular from now on."

comments and relogs with tags are really appreciated <3

[koling2345]

Just Simon with a cute new recruit. NSFW

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Lieutenant! Simon who: Thought you'd be just another recruit, until he saw that you were such a cute little bird. So obedient and pliable, always listening to what he had to say without refuting it.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Never even looked at any recruit in a different way until you arrived on base. The way you looked at him with sweet little eyes and called him 'Sir' was almost a symphony in his ears.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Loved it when you asked him for help with something on the base, sometimes purposely disappearing with things, only to see you coming after him to find out where that item was.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Made a point of training you, he never let any other superior do it. Not even Johnny. Simon wanted to be solely responsible for your success, or rather, he wanted to be solely responsible for giving you orders. And watching you obey them.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Started glaring daggers at any other soldier who looked at you. Not only that, but any soldier who even spoke to you or flirted with you was magically given a month's worth of hard duties. What a shame ;(

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was in charge of you at the gym, giving you several repetitions of exercises, never passing up an opportunity to put you in some positions that were a bit... Lewd, to say at least. Always keeping a close eye on every exercise you did, his eyes roaming over your body as you knelt down to stand up when you finished a set. The sight always made his pants a little tight.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Always gave you heavy workouts, tiring you to the limit. Just to make sure you'd get tired enough, then he'd have the excuse of helping you to get your bearings. Putting a hand on your lower back. Sometimes even being bold enough to put his hand on your waist, pulling your body against his in an attempt to help you. And if you were really, really tired, he could carry you on his shoulders. No, it wasn't an excuse to stare at your ass and thighs, feeling your body pressed against his. He swore it was just his good intention, he just wanted to help!

Lieutenant! Simon who: Would let you sleep in his room, there was a storm and the base was without power, you didn't want to be alone because you were scared. And he wouldn't let you be alone after learning that you were afraid of thunder, poor thing. That night he wrapped you up in his sheets, pulling you into his lap as he comforted you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Helped you forget the fierce storm outside, pumping his thick fingers into your pussy, slipping in and out of you, scissoring and curving inside you. He made you come once, twice, three times, enough to make you tired and sleep on his lap, in the mess you made on his thighs, and he didn't care. In fact, he was proud to see the mess you'd made, that he'd given you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: After spending one night with you, he refused to sleep in separate rooms, so every night he dragged you to his room, at which point he already considered you his cute little thing. Normally, he would hold you all night with a death grip, so don't even try to escape.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Couldn't sleep peacefully until he'd buried his cock in you. Sleep only came to him after he had slid his thick cock into your wet folds, deep into your tight warmth. Slamming into you without mercy, he swears that his lullaby is your whimpering sounds under him.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was mean to you, used you until he had his fill. It didn't matter if you'd already come for the thousandth time, he didn't care, because he went after his own pleasure, he would pound into you all night if he wanted to.Even if you were whimpering underneath him and saying you couldn't take it anymore, he'd respond with:

“You can and you will.”

[sunni-stuff]

You who's studying abroad in the UK where you have a one night stand with Ghost at a bar; it's a special night for the soldiers and he gets lucky after making you laugh by telling a shitty joke thanks to the liquid confidence in you. You ask his name, and he tells you there's no need — that you'd forget by the end of the night.

Taking you back home, there was no time wasted. The man practically has you seeing stars. He pumps you full of cum, whispers absolute filth in your ears and leaves bruises on your thighs by the time it's all over. He at least cleans you up, gives you proper aftercare before disappearing while your still fucked out of your mind.

Anyways, a great night. perfect 10/10, you have a story to tell your girls. So, your life continues on track as normal, right?

Wrong!

You dream of him. You have countless dreams of him. They were graphic reenactments of that night. His stubble rubbing against your cheek, his lust-filled eyes burning into yours even in the darkness. And oh, his voice - deep and confident - the very reason why you were drawn to him in the first place.

He creeps into your dreams every single night without fail, so much so that it frustrates you. surely not because you were soaking wet afterwards, no, no, it was only because he was so annoying! Surely it wasn't because you’d end up pumping your fingers in and out your soaked cunt for hours in hopes of recreating that mindblowing orgasm he'd given you only to fail each time.

After your 10th failed attempt to cum, you crack asking the friend who took you out to the bar in the first place if she knew who the soldier was and she claims her boyfriend does. You've met Kyle before, he's a handsome man with dreamy eyes and a gentleman's demeanor.

Kyle tells you he'd pass the word back to his lieutenant, but he's a busy man who doesn't stay in one place. There's no guarantee he'd even respond.

Lucky you, screwing a lieutenant who probably doesn't remember who you are or won't have the time to find out.

The waiting game painfully starts all while the dreams continue. Each torturous night leaves you more and more agitated than before. By the 4th night, you already embraced the restlessness sure to come when the vibration of your phone changes everything.

Directly on the home screen was a text from an unknown number. There was no name, but you had a feeling who it was based on the message.

“Keep the front door unlocked for me.”

A/N I wrote this during hurricane francine when my power went out, I think she gave me superpowers. Idk I'll start flying tmr!!

P2 here

[devil-in-hiding]

virgin!reader getting ready to make your usual escape to living room when you hear Simon’s heavy grunt from the other side of the wall

only to pause when you don’t hear a responding feminine moan

Just Simon’s heavy breathing, almost like a growl and you feel heat pool in your stomach, thighs clenching when you hear a guttural “Oh fuck-“

The image of Simon, spread out on his bed, boxers around his thighs and one rough hand stroking his aching cock has a breathy whine slipping past your lips, which you quickly try to cover up by slapping a hand over your mouth

He’s vocal, something you never would have guessed. Groans and punched out little grunts float between the walls, and with each new noise you clench down around nothing, pillow pressed between your thighs as you rock your hips, trying to smother your little whines with your hand

[lvrsrequ3st]

mdni – minors be gone.

cw: mentions of stomach bulge.

big dick simon 'ghost' riley who is obsessed with how cockdrunk you get easily.

simon finds it so fucking adorable how stupid you get from just a slightest bit of his cock. whether it's in your mouth, in your hand, inside of you, or even the bare sight of it gets you aboustely dripping. it's so pathetically cute.

right now, you are on your bed, sprawled out, simon on top of you, prying your thighs apart to see that delicious cunt of yours that he just knows is absolutely fucking soaked for him.

and he was right. it's so wet, pratically begging for his cock, and he was gonna answer those poor begs. he knows how big he is, so he eases himself inside of you. he pushed the tip in, and you were already a mess.

it was always like this, stupid before he even gets to fuck you probably. he smirks at the way your eyebrows furrow, and he takes it upon himself to slowly push himself into you a little further and, when he was only halfway there, then began your tears.

he was so used to this. this is when you became properly stupid, stage two he calls it in his head. it when you start blabbering about nonsense, sobbing about how he's too big and that it won't fit - even though you two know damn well it is. it always does.

however, during this part you tense up so he has to coo you and rub your clit to make your tight hole ease up a bit. he pushes himself into you while you were lost from the pleasure of his thumb swipes left and right against your clit.

he kept going until he was balls deep inside your sloppy cunt, balls pressed right against your ass. you gasp and your gaze averts to the obvious stomach bulge in stomach.

it was enough to get you both going and it always does. just seeing simon's cock shape imprinted in your stomach drives you both haywire.

simon starts moving his hips back and forth, taking in the way your pussy takes him so fucking well, moaning just as loud as you are. he moves his hand away from your clit to the stomach bulge in your stomach. he traces it and admires the way it disappears and reappears with each movement of his hips. it was like claiming you in the best way possible, that way being rearranging your poor guys.

the loud squelching of your pussy along with the smell of sex quickly filled the room. he grabs your hand and makes you reach your hand down to touch the bulge in your stomach.

"you feel that? yeah, that's me. buried inside of your filthy, wet pussy."

you moan at his words and the way his cock was ramming into you sends you into a tidal wave of pleasure. you grip onto the sheets and simon rubs your clit to help guide you through your bliss.

simon didn't slow down his thrusts though. his orgasm was close to approaching so no way was he stopping now. you whine from the overstimulation, tears staining your cheeks now as the pleasure slowly began to get overwhelming.

"s-si!! too much!! s-slow down!!" you managed to choke out the best you can through tears and mind-blanking pleasure.

"i know. m'close, you think you squirt this time? cmon... just one more..."

you wince as his thumb rubs your clit faster the pleasure making your mind numb. god, he loves it when you look like this. in your own little world of pleasure. he pushes his cock in and out of you and rubs your clit side to side until you both of your orgasms come crashing over you. simon's buried deep inside of you while yours drenched the bedsheets and his cock along with your thighs.

he pulls out of you over you and your pussy makes a lewd squelch along with a soft pop as his tip pull pulls out of you. he watches his seed drip out of you, leaking over your pussy and ass.

"made a mess. be right back with a towel."

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about me + rules.

omds this was so rushed i'm gonna cry and even the proofread is shitty.

[bi-writes]

ok ok how about mute?ghost who you aren't sure if he's actually mute or if he just chooses not to say anything. you hear a different answer from everyone you ask. (18+)

ever since mexico, wouldn't say a fucking word.

nah, mate, he's been zipped shut since he enlisted.

heard it was a mad accident.

what you mean? heard him telling off privates not even a year ago!

well, since you're a certified yapper, and ghost can't (won't) tell you to shut up, you make him your living diary. whenever you see him around, you sit next to him, stop by his office, hop up onto his desk and talk to him. you tell him about your day, about the recruits that bother you the most, about the meals in the mess hall being worse on saturdays than on mondays (fuck, you'd think the weekend would put some pep in their step, no?).

but gosh, when ghost finally had you seated in his lap with your pants around one ankle, you really weren't expecting to hear him.

pussy-drunk, tongue out, hands gripping your ass as he listens to the wet smack of your thighs against his, and that's all it takes for him to let out the filthiest groan you've ever heard, enough to make you spiral, see red-hot stars, to shake and cry until you're cumming and babbling and even more incoherent.

when they talk about ghost, you still keep your mouth shut. you're still not sure if he talks, fuck if i know, is what you say.

but if you suck his cock just right, you're certain he's singing.

[moldycigarette]

this x simon “ghost” riley

cw!: praise, size kink, creampie, breeding kink, bulge, simon’s a nasty dog (and i tried to warn ya)

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simon never fails to remind you how much bigger he is than you.

you’re short? no problem, all those missing inches go to simon. oh wait you’re tall? whatever, he still towers over you.

are you chubby by society’s standards? just means there’s more for him to love. skinny? that’s okay too, he’s always down to eat whatever you can’t finish.

no matter what size or shape you are, it’s a guarantee that simon is still bigger than you. and he always manages to remind you of that in the bedroom.

his large hands around your waist, pounding into you with his thick cock. he obsesses over the bulge in your cute tummy from his size, practically drooling over the fact that he can’t even fit inside you’re pretty pussy all the way.

whether he’s fucking you doggy style or in a mating press, he will always tower over you. he makes sure you’re cum is on his fingers and his tongue alone before he shoves his meaty dick inside you; this man has the libido and stamina of a god.

“g’nna fuck this p’ssy so good, love. fill ya’ up to the brim,” he moans, his thrusts growing more erratic as he feels that familiar heat in his stomach.

you’re coming right along with him, seeing stars while he peppers kisses in your neck. “such a good girl f’r me, g’nna make the best mama.”

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um sorry didn’t mean to let out my inner whore

[whateveriwant]

I know I’ve already gone on and on about what it’s like to have a size difference with Simon Riley, but I’m sorry, I just will never get over how big and strong this man is.

Like I feel like sometimes his size gets lost on us since he’s surrounded by other tall, buff military guys all the time. But y’all, I’m telling you, this man is big. Like 6’4, 250+ pounds, big enough to eclipse the sun big.

With a man that big, it honestly doesn’t even matter what size you are because he’s always going to be bigger and stronger than you anyway. You can be tall, short, stocky, thin, whatever, and this man is still fully capable (and willing? 👀) of snapping you in half like a twig.

Are you worried about potential home invaders? Well, you shouldn’t be. One quick flick of his wrist and he’s breaking the neck of anyone who tries to threaten you. Did you accidentally lock yourself out of the house? Well, don’t bother calling a locksmith. There’s no lock left to pick after he’s just caved the door in with his foot. Do you have a really stubborn jar you’re struggling to open? Well, hand it over, love. He can crack that sucker open in half a second flat.

But Lord, don’t even get me started when it comes to all the ways Simon uses that strength of his in the bedroom.

Like when he tells you to sit on his face so he can eat you out. Don’t even try it with that nervous, hovering, “I’m too heavy, Si,” bullshit. You better sit your ass down right when and where he tells you to or he’ll hold you down by the hips until he’s had his fill.

Or when, after a night of heavy flirting and teasing, he’s got that look in his eye as he corners you against your entryway wall. Don’t be surprised when one moment your feet are firmly planted on the ground, and the next you’re lifted into the air, your legs slung over his arms as he drills into you like you’re his own little fuck puppet.

Or when he’s got you spread out on his bed, got your knees up by your ears, got the backs of your thighs burning in a way that’s matched only by how your walls have to stretch to take his thick cock. Don’t think he’s being mean or malicious when he sees your eyes well with tears but does nothing to change the way he’s fucking down into you. It’s not that Simon doesn’t care whenever you cry and quiver and plead with him to go easier on you, it’s that he knows the truth. He knows that, deep down, you love when he handles you like he isn’t afraid to break you.

[empresskylo]

ghost knows he’s too rough and impatient with sex. knows he won’t know how to please you properly. knows he can’t possibly do things right with you, knowing you’ve never done this before. but god, he wants to. he wants to treat you how you deserve. never thought he’d be so desperate to fuck someone good and slow like he does with you.

so he goes to price. the one man who will know all the right ways to please a lady properly. asks him to show him how to take care of you. tells him he doesn't know how to care for someone else's needs, at least with someone inexperienced like you. tells him he needs to be instructed. to see just how he should work you.

you’re nervous at first, thinking it’s an absolutely insane idea, but you can’t hide the wetness along your panties as you sit on ghost’s lap, back pressed against his chest, legs spread, his knuckle dragging down your warmth. price sits back in his chair, telling ghost exactly how to move his fingers, paying close attention to your body's minuscule movements, the way your brows furrow when ghost moves a certain way, or your eyelashes fluttering.

and this was supposed to be a strictly hands-off approach… but god, watching ghost fumble, unable to maintain the slow speed you need, keeping you from reaching your orgasm, has price on edge. he leans forward, rolling his chair with him, and tells ghost to stop. tells him to watch and to pay close attention. price tears your panties off and your eyes go wide at the contact. you swallow, expecting ghost to be furious, but his hands only settle around you and he takes notes as he watches his captain work.

price runs his thumb up your slit, circling your nub, and tells ghost to hold your thighs apart when you unconsciously try to clench them. then his finger is sinking into you and your head falls back against ghost's chest, eyes shut. you moan and you feel ghost harden beneath you. “how’s that feel, sweetheart?” price asks you. you babble out incoherently, price adding a second finger, and chuckling darkly at your response.

it becomes too much, his fingers thrusting in and out of you, his other hand rubbing your clit, ghost's fingers digging into the softness of your thighs as he forces them apart. “ohmygod,” you slur, “m’gonna—“ price smirks, his eyes darkening as he watches you orgasm, your body clenching around his fingers shoved deep in your heat. "talk her through it," price tells ghost. so ghost does. you're shaking still and ghost rubs his hands over your exposed skin. "that's it, baby. you're doin' s'good," he praises.

"whata fuckin' sight," price mumbles to himself, his fingers leaving you empty. you steady your breathing, coming down from your high, completely limp in ghost's arms. price can see the way ghost's eyes have gone dark, his pupils swallowing his irises whole. knows ghost doesn't know how to be soft. sees the feral need to ram himself into you overtaking his features. "gonna take it slow with her, yeah?" price asks.

ghost breathes rapidly out, his hips begging to buck up against you. he knows he wouldn't be able to control himself if you let him fuck you. so he answers honestly. "not sure I'd be able to."

price tsks, sitting back in thought, his eyes roving over your spent body. you suddenly feel shy, wanting to close your legs, but ghost's arms tighten on you. "need me t'break her in?" price finally asks after several long beats of silence.

ghost grinds up against you, his hand sliding into your hair and pulling your head to the side so he can kiss your neck. your eyes flutter at his attempts to be so delicate with you. "want the captain here to be your first time, love?" ghost asks against your skin. you stutter when you answer. "don't you want to be?" "course I do. but I won't go easy on ya. I'd hate to ruin you, sweet girl. price will take it nice n' slow. just like you need." and after, you'll be ready to take ghost. ready to adjust to his size.

you swallow hard, ghost's hands escaping and clawing at your clothed chest. you nod. "o-okay."

price stands from his chair and begins to undo his belt. "come sit on my desk, sweetheart."

cod masterlist

[sunsetsimon]

trying to ride simon but failing miserably every time. he'll never request it from you, no, but what man doesn't love to have his beautiful girl bouncing on his veiny cock, your breasts at perfect level to be squeezed and nipples sucked? to feel himself impaling your pussy, abusing your cervix but you're too fucking desperate to care about the dull ache in your stomach.

you're working yourself so hard, puffy clit rubbing against his pelvis with each bounce, his blond pubes leaving teasing kisses that threaten to drag you over the edge. but simon is greedy, he needs more of you, faster and harder. he needs to control you.

you know as soon as his legs spread apart on the bed, it's over for you, control is immediately gone. he plants his feet down on the mattress, his hips propping you up, pushing his leaking cock even further than you felt was possible, his full balls pressed against your plushy ass.

his strong arms wrap around you, pulling your upper half down onto him so your chests are pressed together, locking you into place as he fucks you. your mind is foggy, the sense leaving your brain at the intense pleasure he gives you, tight walls strangling his throbbing dick, a silent plea for him to destroy your insides. cream dribbles out of your pussy, trailing down his balls to the sheets, leaving a damp stain in its wake.

hot tears are pouring out of your eyes, pure bliss enveloping you as he uses you as his cum dump. the only words you can blabber out are "fuck simon!" and even then your tongue struggles to work properly, senses overloaded as your orgasm washes over you, the pressure in your head so intense black dots line your vision.

you can't hear or think, only feeling the vibration of simon's chest against yours with his low groans, probably praising how good you feel and that he's right there but you're too fucked out to understand. you can only feel the sweat dripping down his chest, his skin sticking to yours as he fucks you into oblivion.

his thighs stutter as he finishes, filling you as deep as he can go with ropes of hot, thick white cum. it fills you to the brim, dripping out of your pussy and down your inner thighs, only adding to the soiled sheets beneath you. slowing his thrusts to a stop, he pushes you up by the shoulders, taking a good look at your flushed face. drool is pooled in the corner of your mouth, red cheeks stained with tears, looking as wrecked and beautiful as ever.

his dark brown eyes dance along your body, as if taking a mental video of your chest rising and falling rapidly, attempting to catch your breath while looking at him with that glossy look in your eye.

so yeah, you may fail to ride him to orgasm every time, but fuck is it worth it.