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🐅 - any pronouns - cod (mostly simon) I write when I’m bored or horny

[simonrileyisgay]

Simon Ghost Riley x Female reader

word count: 1.3k

cw: slight choking(char!receiving), P in V, reader with anger issues and Simon who’s really annoying, sadism, handjob (implied at the end), dry humping, tension, making out.

Let me know if I missed any tags!

nsfw under the cut !

Ghost is a cocky bastard, everyone knows it.

You know it, you definitely know it. All the times his smug comments and jokes crackled in your comms and made your eyes roll for the hundredth time.

He had a big ego brewing inside of him, and you hate people with egos—hate how they have to praise themselves after one successful performance, hate how they walk the room as if everyone worships the ground they walk on.

And men with egos are the worst. The way they smirk at the slightest reactions and assume you’d happily suck on their cocks.

You walked around base all day with a tense jaw, egotistical trainees that bark like a chihuahua and think they sound like a doberman. You have to resist the very strong urge to throw something when some nobody recruit has the audacity to criticize your shooting at the range, saying that your form is stiff and needs some “work”.

Maybe it’s so ‘stiff’ because you’ve been on babysitting duty with the rookies all week.

The criticism from ghost is taken easier, he’s your superior, your lieutenant, you actually believe him when he tells you you need to practice your shooting.

But it doesn’t piss you off any less. You’d say you hated him if you didn’t find him so hot.

His voice, so deep it could vibrate walls and make any man or woman’s knees weak. His body—all big and tall and strong, exactly your type—he’s got the tits and the ass that you’d only dream of grabbing in your hands.

You’d seen a glimpse of his face when he was chewing on grub, you know it’s bad. Gnarled and scarred, he looks like he got mauled by some kind of animal—But you don’t care, you just want his tongue and his cock.

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You’re on the heli after a tiresome mission, eyes glaring out the window, lost in thought, when a hand touches your leg, right before your knee, he gives you a light shake and catches your attention, and you can tell who it is by the skeleton print on the gloves before you even look him in the eye.

“You did alrigh’ out there, sergeant..” he grumbles, giving you a sidelong glance through his mask.

Your eyes narrow at the compliment, “Thank you sir..” you thank him anyway, grateful for the praise even if it’s from the mouth of a man you detest.

His hand slides off your thigh, his arms now crossed over his broad chest and you can’t help but stare, and he notices.

“..you seemed a bit slow out there, though…”

of course he can’t just leave at that.

“There a problem?”

Your eyes close momentarily, trying not to let this man bring your temper out. “m fine, jus’ a bit tired.. sir.”

He lets out a huff, and you can tell he’s smirking under the mask, he shifts in his seat, arms tightening over his chest. He’s so damn smug, everything about him radiates composure and confidence—his posture, his attitude. And his backhanded words make you fuse.

But you don’t snap, you just let out a breath through your nose, and he hums. Because he knows that his plan worked, he pissed you off, and he gets off on it. Seeing you mad makes his cock twitch in his trousers.

Sadistic prick.

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You’re in the gym, late into the evening. Your hands are chalked up well as you hang from the bar, ankles crossed, doing your next set of pull-ups.

He watches you from behind, and you don’t even notice him. He’s not impressed, he’s seen you do better, he knows you're strong, but that doesn’t mean he won’t act the part to fulfill the sick need in his chest to make you annoyed.

His hands come up on your hips the next time you come down, and you tense, still hanging.

“Wow.. you’re strong, didn’t know you could lift that much, sergeant.” He purrs.

Your brows furrow, he can’t see it, but he knows you’re mad already.

“You mean my own body weight?” you ask, tone annoyed and bitter.

He only hums in confirmation, “careful, don’t wanna strain ourselves too much, now would we?” He smirks, giving you a little rub on the waist before disappearing.

God. You want to punch him almost as much as you wanna fuck him.

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The time he actually gets you to agree to have sex with him, he strides to the door of his room, your fingers hooked as he leads you inside. He’s so pleased with himself as he presses you against the door when you're both inside, kissing you deep like a starved man savoring his first meal.

He had yearned for this moment in the moments where he’d be jerking off in the bathrooms, a picture of you in his hand, both his other sergeants in the picture as well, soap with an arm wrapped around your shoulders and gaz grinning with his hat lopsided on his head.

The picture's context was sweet, him and the rest of his team going out for drinks after a long, hard, yet successful mission. Soap was slurry when he shouted for his lieutenant, insisting on a picture because it’d ‘save the moment forever’. Simon had taken it reluctantly, yet he keeps it in his wallet at all times.

Now you’re on his mattress and he’s braced above you, tongue deep in your mouth while your hands claw at his now unmasked head. He’d tugged your shirt off now, and you to his, his belt is unbuckled and his was pulled down hastily by your hands, and he had muttered something about how bad you want it.

You moan softly when his bulge drags against your clothed cunt. “You wet for me yet, sweetheart…?” He whispers huskily, smirking against your jaw before nibbling gently.

You only groan in response, fingers curling into his hair tighter, painfully, and purposefully so.

After a few more minutes of dry humping and him whispering filth into your ear, you’ve about had it with his mouth and how it won’t stop moving. You flip the position, him on his back and you straddling him, sitting your crotch right onto his bulge comfortably.

“Someone’s eager…” he mused.

“Shut the fuck up” you hiss, pushing a hand on his jaw, pushing his head onto the pillow and successfully screwing his mouth shut.

You shift out of your pants, not bothering with the socks, your focus is on pulling his pants down far enough for you to sit on his dick, and the groan you two make in sync when you do is nearly sinful.

“God… I should've just touched myself in the showers, rather than waste my time on this dumb cock o’ yours…” you groan, but the way your walls drag up and down his length—tight, warm, and wet—says otherwise.

You let moans bounce around the room freely, you don’t even care that he’s probably reeling at the sound of that, you just want some decent sex for once.

He’s groaning and whining underneath you, big hands pawing at your hips. You don’t tease, you just let your hand tighten around his throat the slightest bit, a warning that if another word comes from his mouth you wouldn’t be opposed to rendering him unconscious.

Your movement quickens, solely focusing on your own pleasure rather than making this a mutual benefit. You bounce up and down on his cock, hips rubbing against his in sloppy, careless drags.

You don’t inform him when you’re close, you just tighten around him the slightest bit, and when you’re done, you pull off just before he can come undone and let him come all over your chest. Seeing his cum dripping down your tits to your stomach and he’s drooling.

You hum at the expression on his face, rubbing a thumb over his cheek, “Look at you, all fucked and spent. C’mon, firm up handsome, that was only the first round..” you tease, and when your hand reaches to grip his cock, he knows he’s fucked.

[simonrileyisgay]

simon ghost riley and reader flirting (or trying to)

You and your lieutenant are settled atop two tall buildings across from one another, sprawled on the edge with the scope to your eye. You’re bored, there’s been no movement for the past almost hour and a half, no targets, barely even any civilians. Half way through you started to wonder whether your intel was wrong, or maybe the blokes you were briefed on just like to show up fashionably late.

So, instead of yawning with the crackle of silence in your ear piece, you decide to start some small talk.

“Hey, lieutenant..?”

“What is it?” He replies, voice rough from smokes.

“If you could kill me, how would you do it? Your choice…”

“Hm…” he starts, it seems he took the question seriously, taking his sweet time to answer. “Think I’d go for stranglin’ ya, watch the life leave your eyes with my hands ‘round your throat.”

“Kinky bastard…” a breath, “that’s hot.”

He hums in a way that lets you know he’s smirking, and that has you smiling yourself.

“Movement up ahead, black suv approaching.”

“Copy that, sir.” You nod, shoulders tensing as you position yourself, ready to engage, eyeing the targets through the lens on your rifle.

You’re shocked when he continues where you left off even with his focus set on the men down below making some sort of exchange.

“What ‘bout you, hm? How d’you kill me?” He urges, eyes narrowing at your silence.

“I’d use a knife, proba’ly. use it to gut you, stow the organs for a later snack.” You reply bluntly, sarcastically, shifting to a more comfortable posture on the ground with a groan.

“You takin’ the piss…?” He makes the first shot, distant screams heard from his height.

“‘Course I am, not a bloody cannibal.” You laugh, “though, if it were the end of the world, I’d definitely eat you.”

“Why’s tha’?”

“You’re big ‘n tall, got a lot of meat on ‘ya. Would last me a while.”

Four more shots to some hostiles has the clicking sound of you reloading your rifle ringing in his comms.

“What part of me would you eat first?”

“‘s that a trick question..?”

“It’s not.”

“Hm…” you hum, as if you had to think on it.

“deeeefinitely your arse…” you drawl, and another shot from you to a hostile echoes in the alley down there.

you smile, enjoying this little banter between you both.

“What about me? Am I appetizing?” You grin, biting your lip.

“Definitely not.” He clips bluntly.

“Go fuck yourself, ye’ bastard”

“Aw, but it’s more fun if you’re there…” he grins underneath his mask, your quietness has him smug.

another shot heard and another enemy down, your eyes scan the field below you, you pull the trigger for another shot and your gun jams.

“Damn it!- ..little rascal got away.” You bark with a sigh.

“Got you covered.”

“Thanks sir.”

“Mm, don’t let that happen again.”

“Roger.”

authors note: this was so much longer in my head but idk what happened so sorry if it’s short but its made with love. Also, this was very much inspired by rommy, rommy if you see this which you probably won’t; I love you and ur writing so much man.

[simonrileyisgay]

simon ghost riley x m!reader. nsfw

contains: blowjob, oral <—> char!receiving, making out, finger sucking, neck kissing, body worshipping (kinda), scar kink maybe? Lots of kissing, dry humping for like 2 seconds, that’s it I think.

wc: 1k. enjoy (:

Your back hits the hard wood of his door with a rather loud thud, a thud that would likely startle anyone outside of it. But on the other side of the door you can’t help but moan against Simon’s lips, back arching off the door, the way he touches you feels so good, and the way he reacts to your touch is even better.

Simon’s hand holds your chest right above your heart, while the other palm cups the back of your skull, mussing up your already messy hair as he kisses you with a rough passion that you reciprocate easily.

Your hands palm at the broad plain of his back, fingertips feeling each vertebrae in his spine as they slide down, soothing at his waist.

Simon pulls away to look at you, and damn if it doesn’t have him chubbing up in his pants. he grinds his hips into yours shortly which makes you both groan almost in sync, his knee pushing between your thighs carelessly.

His thumb brushes a bit of spit off the corner of your mouth. His drool or yours, he doesn’t care, because it’s hot as fuck.

“Fuck.. you’re so hot…” you croon, leaning in to lay a kiss at the corner of Simon’s mouth, then at the stubble of his jaw, until your mouthing at his neck.

Simon leans into it before he can respond to your praise. It’s a bit ticklish, but when your tongue sucks at the soft spot behind his ear he can’t help but sigh dreamily.

You smirk against his neck, and he can feel it. He doesn’t give you much protest when you offer your fingers to him, or less offer and more just shove a couple digits in his mouth and make him suck. And he does willingingly, the rough callouses on your finger pads grate against his tongue.

You pull back to eye the sight, watching the way his lips suck around your fingers, and the way his eyes glare lazily at you, feeling the way his hands hold your sides possessively. The view makes your mouth water.

Your other hand cups the side of his head, and you press a kiss to his already stuffed lips before pulling your fingers out, instead moving them to curl around the hem of his shirt.

You take his shirt off, he pulls off yours. And for a moment you both just admire the view, touching and feeling what you see.

You’re both covered in scars and marks, freckles and moles, stretch marks and hair. Simon touches everything he sees with light brushes of his fingers. He isn’t deterred by any of it, In fact; he finds it sexy as ever.

He’s probably covered head to toe with different shaped scars, each one unique to its story. And even though you don’t have as many, you still resemble a piece of art. His hand slide around to touch your back, and he can feel the texture of numerous lines and dots and bumps, his hand sliding all the way down down your spine to your lower back, and pushing slightly till your pressed crotch-to-crotch with him. And that makes you shiver softly.

You’re just as dazed, hands touching the scars that adorn his body shamelessly, and then he feels the softness of your lips on his skin.

Starting with his shoulders, then down his scarred chest, your tongue peeking out of your lips to trail a wet line down his stomach. And then you’re on your knees, looking up at him with a feigned look of innocence, but the way you bite your lip gives it all away.

You tug the button on his pants, unzipping the cargos open impatiently, pulling it down enough to free his cock that practically springs out of the confinement of his boxers.

You give it a few rough tugs, just enough to make him solid enough to put in your mouth. And that has him breathing heavier. “Fuck…” he swears.

A kiss to his tip has him throbbing, not because he’s that easy, or because he’s pent up, but because just the sight of you on your knees alone could make him come untouched.

You take the head of him into your mouth, licking along his slit till he’s moaning continuously, hand grabbing a tight fistful of hair that has you groaning against his cock, the vibration of your hum makes him hiss a bit.

When you start to pick up the pace—actually taking his dick further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you bob up and down—that’s when the sweetest sounds leave him that have you pulsing in your jeans. “Mmhh….Fuu—ck.. c’mon—!” He whines, forearms braced on the wall in front of him.

You’re not particularly skilled, you’re choking a bit as you move up and down, eyes prickly with tears that threaten to fall when he hits the back of your throat. But, ironically, it’s the best head he’s had in years.

Normally it’s some half-drunk subordinate on his knees in the dingy bathroom of the pub. Gagging and sputtering around his cock that isn’t even that big. He’ll watch tiredly at the pathetic excuse of a blowjob he’s getting, till eventually he gets fed up and ends up just fucking the kids throat and leaving. and maybe if he’s feeling nice enough he’ll give the guy a handjob.

Or he’s got some pretty bird on her knees. But she’s all shy and timid, but eager at the same time. Sure, it’s cute, but when the girl clearly doesn’t know what she’s doing, as she licks and tries to take the entire thing into her mouth without warning and gags with a wail. She’ll try and try, and after a certain number of times where she had to pull off and breath, wet eyes gleaming as they look up at him; Simon will sigh, and pull the sweet girl into his lap and fuck her cunt instead.

Simon comes with a string of curses through his heavy breath, he moans your name, and bucks his hips into your mouth, hot cum spilling down your throat. “Fuckin’ ‘ell…” he breathes,

He watches as you struggle slightly to swallow his load, hiccuping a bit, brows lightly furrowed. His hand loosened in your hair, allowing you to stand up before him. His hands place on your hips and yours on his chest as you ask him “was that good?” and he wants to slap you, but instead, he kisses you, hands on your hips helping to guide you away from the wall.

He pushes you onto the bed, pinning you under him firmly, and god, when he sees that grin on your face it makes him want to kill you and fuck you all the same.

[simonrileyisgay]

simon riley x m!reader. sumthin’ soft

There was a dull ache Simon could feel in his bones, a buzz that just wouldn’t calm down yet. He lay in bed, his sore body sprawled out on the stiff mattress in his barracks, eyes blinking lamely as he stared at nothing in particular, arms hugged around his flat pillow. His brain couldn’t quite shut off, the adrenaline from an especially grueling op had him unable to fall asleep.

That’s when he felt the strong arms of a man he knew curl around his midsection, and Simon could already feel himself leaning back into the man’s chest.

“Why’re you up…?” Simon rasped softly.

“Dream.”

“‘bout wot..?”

“don’ remember…”

That made Simon smile, just that small interaction made the man ease up, his shoulders less tense as he reached to idly trace the hair on the man’s arm, humming when he felt those familiar kisses on the back of his neck.

authors note: I’m a bit new to posting on tumblr, so I have no idea how to make aesthetic layouts or how to do those cool gradient texts. Or how to do anything to be blunt. But, I hope you like my writing never the less :)

[simonrileyisgay]

I hate to break it to yall but there no way ghost would ever be aggressive with his significant other during sex. You think that man comes home from a day of work, potentially weeks or months of killing men and beating solider’s and barking at recruits to want to fuck his baby rough and mean? calling them a slut, slapping, choking, and hitting them? Sorry but no.. when he comes home, he’s taking a shower and sleeping, sometimes even skipping the shower. And if he does want sex? It’s slow and lazy, gentle kisses and bites on your skin, hands on your sides or cradling your thighs as he ruts into you, head resting on your chest—listening to the thrum of your heart. And sometimes he’ll let you fuck him real nice and slow, letting you do the work while he lounges back with closed eyes and soft breaths. And on a normal day, he can be fast, rough, but never will he ever put a hand on you or let words like— “look at you… so fuckin’ pathetic, droolin’ for my cock like a slut..” —slip past his throat, he would never even think to say words like that to you.