Simon who doesn't know how to ask for your affection!
It's not that he thinks it's stupid for a grown man like him to ask for something so...childish like cuddles and kisses. What is he? A five year old? He rarely got hugs and kisses from his own mum, he doesn't need it.
It's not like he'll die without it. He'll just wait for you to initiate, like you always do.
Except you're way too busy right now, too caught up in whatever you're doing to even notice he's been standing there and staring at you for the past five minutes.
He's been debating the whole time if he should just ask you for a kiss, but his feet and mouth refused to cooperate with him, leaving him hanging there to stare at you.
"Hm? Did you need anything?" You ask, finally noticing him as you wonder how long he's been there. Must've been a while.
He shook his head instinctively, but his lips formed a thin line and his face held a displeased look. It looked like his words were trapped in his throat.
Luckily for him, you could read him like a book now. It wasn't easy since it didn't come with some sort of manual or tutorial, but it was definitely worth it since you knew that this meant he wanted a kiss from you.
"Do you want a kiss?" You ask again, looking up at him expectantly.
God, you don't think you've seen anyone nod that fast.
(dis was written in like five minutes i havent written for cod in a good while i havent refreshed yet dis is bad)
ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist
John Price
“This for me?” John saunters over to the bed, absently rubbing his hairy chest. “And above the sheets?”
“No,” you warn, because you know that look. You know what John is up to. “Don’t think about it. Not tonight.”
He cocks an eyebrow, all flirty mischievousness. “Have I done something?”
“No,” you repeat. “It’s hot. And you’re a furnace. You’ll get me sweaty.”
It’s the wrong thing to say.
John dives at the bed, crushing you beneath him. “Doesn’t have to be a cuddle, love. Could do something rigorous.”
You twist, evading a kiss. “Stop poking me with your dick.”
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
You and Kyle lay on your backs, staring at the ceiling. Overhead, the ceiling fan whips up a breeze but offers little to alleviate the heat. Worst heat wave in the last decade. That’s what they’re saying.
“I know,” you reply. “I hate it, too.”
The pillows are gone, bed stripped down to the fitted sheet. Both of you are freshly showered and naked, and still you’re sweating. Kyle’s arm shifts, the side of his hand brushing against yours. Your index fingers connect, hook around each other. Sweat immediately accompanies it.
Kyle reaches for his phone. “I’m ordering another fan.”
John "Soap" MacTavish
“Johnny,” you grumble, half-asleep.
His hand pauses on your bare hip. “Can’t touch you?”
“Too hot,” you mumble. “How are you not hot?”
The bedding is tossed aside, pushed to the edges of the bed. It’s the middle of the night but feels like the middle of the day. Has been for weeks. A goddamn heatwave.
Beside you, the bed shifts. “Not even a hand?”
“No.”
“What about a finger?”
“No.”
Johnny sits up onto his elbow. “A tit?” You open one eye and glare. “A quick squeeze?”
“Fine,” you mutter, relenting. “But only one tit. And only one squeeze.”
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Sleeping naked under the covers isn’t an option. It’s disgustingly hot out. If you just lay here, on your stomach and above the covers, naked, unmoving, you’ll cool off. You just can’t move. You can’t—
A hand comes down on your ass in a sharp, stinging slap.
You bolt up, startled. “What the fuck, Simon? I’m trying to sleep.”
Your husband stands next to the bed, hand still raised like he’s aiming for another. He shrugs. “Couldn’t help myself.”
You roll your eyes but Simon is settling beside you anyway, handsy as always.
simon’s fucking you from behind with one hand wrapped around your throat while the other holds your phone—making you watch the video he took of you sucking his cock just hours earlier.
you’re not sure what round the two of you are on, you lost track a few orgasms ago. you’re not even sure you still know why you’re being punished. you made him mad, that much was obvious—just by the harsh way he’s pounding into you, his grip around your throat just tight enough to have you seeing black every few minutes.
“look at yourself,” he growls, voice low and filthy in your ear, “look at what you fuckin’ do to me.”
you listen, eyes peeking open to glance at the screen. it’s a filthy video, truly. you’re on the bed, on your back, head hanging off the side of the bed. simon’s standing in front of you, fucking your open mouth.
his hand tightens on your throat when you whimper, the corners of his mouth lifting in a slow, mean smile. his thumb brushes your lips, like he’s considering shoving it into your mouth.
“you think this is bad?” he rasps, voice almost gentle. “wait ‘til i’m done with you.”
pathetic konig who is so obsessed with you that he just cant stop fucking you (in a chokehold, creampie AND overstimulation) ? 😛
this is delicious i hope i managed to deliver everything hehe ;)
content: SMUT MDNI, creampie, overstimulation, idk its just dirty lol
Boyfriend König who just loves you soooo much that he can't help but overstimulate you both when he fucks you :((
He's got you face down on the bed, his whole damn body weight pressing you into the mattress as he bullies his fat cock in and out of your cunt. There's a creamy ring around the base thanks to how many times you've both already come, the slick noises almost obscene.
"Schatz… you feel so good…" he slurs the words into your ear, completely drunk on the sex and on you. He shifts slightly, one hand sliding underneath you to angle your hips up, allowing him to fuck you deeper. His other arm loops around your neck, his meaty muscles almost choking you as he pulls your face out of the pillow you'd buried it in. König whimpers when your sweet noises fill the room again, his hips stuttering in their rhythm.
Somehow, you're on the edge of yet another orgasm, your body worked up into a goddamn frenzy. "König! Too much," you gasp, your body tensing up beneath him. He growls, feeling the way you clench even tighter around his sensitive dick, sucking him in. He's so addicted to you, so obsessed with the feeling of you. His thrusts speed up again, his hips hitting your ass with each punishing movement that pushes you closer and closer to your high. You finally come with a high pitched mewl, followed by a broken sob. Your body twitches, your cunt pulsing wildly, every nerve in your body overwhelmed.
The sensation makes König almost fucking blackout. You feel so good that he can't stop himself from fucking into you faster as he feels his own release nearing. "Ah, maus," he whines, biting at your neck as he lets go. His whole body shudders as he floods you with what seems like an endless supply of his seed, his cock twitching inside you until it's empty. You feel his body grow limp, crushing you beneath a solid wall of muscle. Even now, with both of you exhausted and overstimulated, his hips are still moving in slow grinds that have you whimpering beneath him.
Once his vision and mind clears somewhat, he pushes himself up and reluctantly pulls out with a hiss. His dick feels raw - it's been milked dry by you, by his insatiable need for you. König watches hungrily as a smear of your combined juices slides from your puffy, well used hole and drips down your thigh.
That sight alone is enough to make him want to go again, even if neither of your bodies can take it…
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley with your ancient (baby) chihuahua
Part 2 HERE (although they’re not in any particular order)
Simon wasn’t one for animals. Sure, he had hung with special ops dogs and loved riling them up and getting them to bite him but Milo was a whole other breed of dog. Something you knew Simon usually wouldn’t have been caught dead with, but he still walked (well, carried) him around the block each night to do his business.
You didn’t think your precious pup would see this day. Milo was 17 years old and he was still your baby. You’d promised yourself and him that if he’d made it to this day he was going to be spoiled rotten. After all, it’s what the birthday boy deserved.
Simon was indifferent to your pup at first. He put up with him, but you still caught the gruff man picking him up and holding him in one arm, the other scratching behind his ears. Milo truly was king of your home and man of the house.
You rolled over in bed, Milo tucked between you as always - that was his spot. His stinky breath blew out of his mouth each time he snored, tucked up beneath your boyfriend's chin. “Morning baby,” you whispered and kissed his wet nose. He just grumbled and closed his one working eye with a huff.
“Mornin’ swee’heart,” Simon yawned back.
“Wasn’t talking to you Si,” you replied. “Was talking to my sweetest little angel boy, wasn’t I, baby boy?”
Simon pretended to hate the baby talk, but he loved seeing you with Milo. Couldn’t wait for the day you both had a kid.
He leaned his head down and placed a kiss between the pup’s ears. “Happy birthday, Miles.”
You took a moment to just lay there and watch your two boys. You loved mornings like this, where Simon didn’t have work and the three of you could just relax. Milo let out a big yawn, his gummy mouth opening wide as he turned onto his back and exposed his belly. You pushed down the sad feelings, this would be a good day. He was alive and well and nothing could spoil it. You were going to spend the day with your two favourite boys and enjoy every moment.
Can you please do a part two of the nighttime of Simon losing weight and we tell him and he can react however you want I find it hilarious xx
Part 1
You woke up feeling sore. Your shoulders felt tight and your neck tense. Dried sweat covered your forehead and your skin was feverishly hot. The morning light had warmed you up until you were desperate for a bit of cold. As you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Simon who was also just barely awake.
"Morning," he slurred, burying his face into his pillow.
"Good morning," you answered, turning to stare at the ceiling. Your throat was dry and scratchy but your bones felt too heavy for you to get up.
"You were talking in your sleep."
You huffed out a laugh. You couldn't really remember what you were dreaming about. "Is that why you're so tired now?"
"No," he answered quickly. "I just need a vacation."
"Don't we all?"
You forced yourself out of bed and into the bathroom. While brushing your teeth, you thought more about how you slept. You remembered a quiet guilt in the back of your mind, something gnawing away at your subconscious, you remembered Simon, who was showing up a lot in your dreams, and you remembered words.
"Lose weight then"
Awful, dirty words that have destroyed millions of childhoods, teenagers, relationship and all else. You tried to figure out who they belonged to in the dream, reached deep inside your mind and–
"I know what I dreamt!"
Simon rounded the corner to also get ready for the day, mumbling: "Yeah? What was it about?"
You titled your head at him. "You can't laugh."
"I promise."
"I dreamt that you couldn't fit into your pants and I told you to lose weight. Then you lifted up your shirt and your ribs were showing."
He just stared at you, blinking slowly. Then he bursted out in a loud laugh.
"Stop laughing!" You playfully hit him in the shoulder. "I felt really guilty!"
"I'm sorry. That is just so ridiculous," he chuckled, "but I'm glad to know that you like me chubby."
A/N: Reader's experience of waking up was inspired by the one I had today.
You try wearing lip gloss for the first time and Simon is a rabid fan
You see it during an evening doom scroll. Well really, you’re influenced. A friend of yours posts selfie looking absolutely gorgeous and you automatically like it, but are particularly drawn to her make up. Specifically, her lips.
So you send her a quick message: Wow, you look stunning!! Pls tell me the name of the gloss!!
The next morning the name and brand sit pretty in your DM’s. And it’s available at Boots! Sweet—there’s one right around the corner.
You spend all morning trying it on with different lipsticks but eventually settle for a thick swipe over your favourite shade of nude. Gah. The sensory aspect of it still really freaks you out and you suddenly remember why you don’t wear lip gloss.
Well, tough shit. Tonight’s your anniversary dinner with Simon and if he’s going to sit in a restaurant for you, then the least you can do is deal with sticky lips. You just hope he likes it.
•
Simon sits across from you, stare locked on your mouth and jaw tight like you owe him money.
You had put on the gloss in the car, a little too worried about the wind howling outside. You made chit chat in the car with your hands entwined with his and so he really hadn’t had time to notice until now.
Okay… so he likes it?
Oh shit. You’re suddenly remembering your first proper date, in which you had put on a lipstick a shade too dark and then during a bathroom break was mortified to see you had eaten half of it!
Fuck. You know Simon wouldn’t care, but hell, it’s embarrassing. Self conscious, you lick your lips just to check.
A muscle in Simon’s jaw feathers.
“What’s tha’?”, he says with a jaw so tight he practically grinds out the question.
“Just… I thought I’d try a new lip gloss.” You’re suddenly nervous, despite it all. God, is this somehow a pet peeve of his you’ve never discovered?
Your fingers come up to touch your mouth. They come away tacky.
“Is it not nice?” you say with more than a little nervousness.
Simon flicks his gaze up. His eyes are glinting with intensity.
“Take ya shoe off.”
“Sorry?” you say, but do it anyway.
He reached underneath the table and lifts your leg until your foot is sliding up his thigh and—fuck he’s hard. Oh, he’s so fucking hard.
Thank god for the tablecloth because is it your heartbeat you can feel or his? Something is throbbing and your pussy soon might outcompete his cock.
“Love.”
You snap back into focus. All at once you’re aware of how hot you are in this dress, and just how tight it is.
Head cleared of any insecurity, you can see the emotion in Simon’s eyes now. It’s hunger. Specifically the type that gets you noise complaints from neighbours.
“We’re going?” You ask, already halfway to putting the fork and knife down.
Simon nods.
You don’t even make it home.
Once Simon pulls into the driveway (having definitely sped through some lights), you’re reaching over and unzipping his fly and pulling his cock out.
A whispered wow is all you have time for because the precum oozing out of his pulsating, red tip is begging to be licked up. You waste no time in suckling at him. You moan at the taste and let a sticky ball of spit hit the slit and roll down the side. At this point the Pavlovian response to seeing Simon’s cock hard or soft is the same—drool.
Above you, Simon sits as still as he can, hands clasped just tight enough in your hair to keep his vision of your mouth unobstructed. His willpower is really working overdrive because when he caught glimpse of your mouth it took all his strength not to just flip you onto the table right then and there and force his cock down your throat. Even now, your hair in his hand and his cock in your mouth, all he wants to do is thrust up. If you bite him, so be it. He’ll endure pain—he likes it. Anything for that satiny mouth of yours.
It’s dark outside but there is a streetlight a few meters away and every time you get halfway down his cock your lips flash from the glow of the light. Your saliva drips down thickly to rest at his pubic hair and you moan around his cock like you’re the one getting unbelievable head.
“Not gonna last,” Simon grunts, totally fine with embarrassing himself if it means he gets to see his cum on your shiny lips. Shit, even the though edges him closer.
You just groan louder and move faster. A few more pumps of your head and Simon feels the hot rush spread from his stomach to his cock, balls seizing and thighs clenching as he rocks his hips up. You choke slightly as cum oozes from the corners of your mouth.
Simon lifts your head up, chest heaving and brow glistening.
“Get inside.”
•
You don’t really remember much between having your mouth stuffed full of cock in the car and getting in the house.
All you know now is that you’re on the hallway console table with your back against the wall and Simon’s thick fingers inside your underwear and the other hand giving you delicious pressure against your neck.
Simon’s hands are wonderfully calloused—you don’t know what he does to them but he needs to keep it up because when that rough thumb of his presses and circles and your clit you think you might just cry.
“Harder please,” you squeak, “I wanna cum!” You think you still have Simon’s cum on your face so you lick your lips. Yep, definitely still tasting him.
“Anything for my good girl,” Simon says and leans a little more into you. Your next breath is a little thinner and you relax fully into his hands. You trust him fully with your life but even more so with your orgasms, and this is your favourite way to get one.
“Wearin’ that new lippy out like it’s nothin’”, he grunts, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss on your lax lips, “makin’ me take you out in public knowin’ full well I’d think about nothin’ but fuckin’ your sweet, sweet mouth eh?”
“Didn’t know,” you whisper, “you’d like it this much.” Your hips buck. “Please, please, I’m such a good girl”, you whimper.
Simon huffs a humorless laugh. “Not playin’ that game tonight darlin’”. He presses your neck further into the wall. Your eyes are definitely crossed. Your thighs shake madly and your toes clench.
He leans in to grunt in your ear, “You knew what you were fuckin’ doin’ and I plan on cummin’ down your pretty throat at least twice more tonigh’”.
Spit dribbles down your mouth as your orgasm rips through you like wildfire. You gasp and splutter and whine through it, all while Simon licks at your open mouth, teeth scraping every bit of drool, cum, and gloss.
He eases up on your neck and you pitch forwards, too limp and sated to bother holding yourself up. He catches you with his sweaty, solid body and pats your thigh.
“Get some more o’ that shite on your mouth and then get on the bed. Keep your mouth open, gonna see how much of me you can take.”
CW: forced open relationship, kinda toxic relationship
You were Price’s secretary. The 141’s beloved assistant and everyone on base knew that. Of course, so did your boyfriend. So, when he caught wind that the 141 was looking for promising soldiers they could train and potently integrate into the team, he begged you to put in a good word for him. And like the good girlfriend you are, you did.
Price didn’t need a lot of convincing. Whether you knew it or not, they, the whole team, would do anything for you. Before you knew it, your boyfriend was accepted as a recruit, and you saw him more or less every day. And at first, you were ecstatic. Why wouldn’t you be? But after a few weeks, the team noticed that you grew quiet, especially when he was close.
Without your knowledge, they had a team meeting, just the four of them, where they discussed what could be wrong and what to do. Little did they know that they were about to be served the answer on an off-white, scraped-up, plastic tablet.
“She said yes?” All of them perked up when they heard your boyfriend answer. “Yeah, mate. Officially in an open relationship! Can’t believe it, but the blonde I told you about? ‘meeting her tonight.” Johnny immediately pushed his tray away from him, his appetite gone. Simon slowly leaned back in his chair, the air of calmness around him promising trouble. John and Kyle just looked at each other before nodding. And all at once, the four of them got up and left the mess hall. On their way out, Simon shoulder checked your boyfriend, while Price stopped for a second. “Sorry kid, you’re out.”
You were relieved when the team left for their lunch break. It wasn’t unusual for you to stay back in the office and snack on your lunch, which you almost always brought with you, while continuing your work. All of them had tried to chastise you about taking a break, but after a few months, they learned that you just preferred it that way. And now, you used the alone time to have your emotional breakdown in peace.
At least that was the plan, but only twenty minutes after they left, you were in the middle of carefully wiping your tears away so that you wouldn’t mess up your make-up, they walked back in, all their eyes trained on you. “Oh bonnie…” Johnny was immediately by your side, gently cupping your chin and taking over with a new tissue. “Wh-Why are you back already, I-” Price gently shushed you, kneeling down at your side with a quiet grunt.
“We overheard your…piece-of-shit-boyfriend…you never wanted an open relationship, did you?” You swallowed thickly, avoiding the captain’s eyes as new tears welled up in yours. Then you gently shook your head. “He…he kept pressuring me, and I didn’t…I didn’t want to disappoint him.” Your eyes snapped over to Simon as you heard him crack his knuckles, his eyes filled with rage.
“Love…he shouldn’t have pressured you. And you should never feel the need to say yes to something you don’t want.” Kyle’s voice was gentle as he leaned in a bit. Price nodded, still kneeling by your side. But you just shrugged. “It’s too late to back out now anyway, he’s seeing someone tonight.” Price nodded. “Yeah, but…open relationships go both ways.” The way he said it made you frown, like he was implying something. Seeing the confusion, Johnny smiled at you, about to say something, when he got interrupted by Simon.
“We want you.”
Suddenly, four pairs of eyes landed on him, but he simply shrugged. “Wot? It’s the truth.” Your eyes flickered from one man to the other, unsure, while Price sighed. “What he’s saying, love, is that…if you want…we’d love to take care of you. In whatever way you want and need us to.” The five of you sat in silence for a few moments, your tears slowly stopping, as you took in what they had just admitted.
“I…I’m not sure…” John looked up at you and smiled. You immediately had to think of a Quokka. “We won’t force anything on you, I promise. But…let us show you what we mean, yeah? We’ll do everything on your timeline, no questions asked, no pressure.” After considering it, you nodded, and for the first time in what felt like years, you smiled. Everyone sighed in relief, and even Simon’s shoulders relaxed a bit.
“Oh yeah, we kicked that arsehole out, by the way.”
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