#cod mw2

[amaranthinespirit]

please PLEASE Can you write reader ovulating with Simon Riley, his dick would hurt by the end.

what happens to simon riley when you're ovulating (his dick would fall off if it were me tbh)

your sex life with simon is already active as is, so the moment you start ovulating, he's in trouble. serious trouble. you can barely keep yourself off of him. everything he does sends a throbbing want to your pussy.

manspreading? you're already on top of him, tugging his jeans down just enough to ride his heavy cock. his big hands find purchase on your hips, grunting lowly.

"fuckin' eager, huh?" he's only half hard by the time you're bouncing on him, and you don't get off until either of you can't speak, and you've ruined yet another pair of his jeans from the amount of slick and cum that stains the fabric.

rolling up his sleeves, seeing the way his forearms and veins flex? you're begging him to finger you, and he gladly listens.

"need me t'fuckin' fill ya full, don't ya?" bent over whatever surface of your house, stuffed full of his fingers knuckle deep as your walls clench around him. one orgasm isn't enough, two, three, four, five until you're babbling incoherently and spraying the front of his shirt with your release.

the thing men do when they reverse, placing one hand behind the passenger seat? belt, GONE. you make hasty work of his jeans just so you can suck his dick as he drives—bonus points if he's still reversing. half-way laid across the center console with a face-full of his throbbing cock, already leaking pre. he's a mess, whimpers spilling from his lips as he bites down on the plush flesh. he's pulling your panties to the side, burying three fingers deep in your cunt with ease at the sheer wetness of your pussy.

him, reading with glasses? you bet he isn't taking his eyes off a single page as he ruts into you from behind, book laid across your back slick with sweat. he might be a little mean, make you fuck yourself back on his dick, balls slightly slapping your clit enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. get a drop of cum on his book, and he'll punish you.

getting passionate about his interests? fuck in missionary so he can continue yapping as he toys with your clit and pounds into your throbbing cunt. his words are long lost on you—you don't even notice when his words start getting condescending.

"always gettin' in m'pants..." he grunts, the sound of skin slapping and mindless whimpers and mewls fill the room, "fuckin' slut, you tryin' to get pregnant? want me t'fill you? dirty whore..."

by the end of your ovulation phase, you might've definitely gotten knocked up, and his dick is no longer with us. (he still has his hands and face, ladies...)

[tintoxtinto]

💀+🐈

[skyrigel]

“Give the bags to me,” you whined, making a grab to his hand full of the shopping bags.

Simon turned so quickly towards you, frowning as if personal offence was done to him.

“Wot?”

“Give some to me. I'll hold it.” you said, trying to coax him into it with a sweet smile he could never refuse.

“I can hold em' lovie.” he shrugged, making a show of lifting five and three bags on each hand in his argument.

Like you didn't believe Simon could, that man could lift a truck with the strength in his arms.

It wasn't about that, but—

“I wanna hold your hand, si, that's why.”

“Oh.” Simon whispered, cheeks brightening a deep pink and slowly he raised the bags but didn't give them to you.

You stared, as he transferred all of them to his other hand and took yours with a shy smile.

“cold, eh.” he said, tangling his warm sweaty fingers between your cold ones.

“You're warm.” you smiled, leaning forward as you walked to see the bulk on his other hand looking comedically huge.

“Course' I am,” Simon said, brushing his thumb over your knuckles before deciding to put your joined fist inside his jacket pocket.

A grin, warm and golden spread all over you, mischief sparking up, “I can still hold the bags.”

“Shut up, love.” he said, lifting eight of them high in air to show that he could.

“I make my boyfriend hold eight bags, eight of em'”

Simon' face reddened, 'my boyfriend' always did that to him.

“Ya' can make up for it later.” he squeezed your hand in his grasp, lips curling into a sweet smile.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

masterlist

[rusticfurnace]

as promised (on twitter), i slutted him out. but in a tired man in his late 30s being inconvenienced by small things kinda way

[hellounicetomeetyou]

"Babe"

You walked towards your husband Simon who suddenly had a green apple on his hand.

"Yes honey?" You tilted your head, smiling gently.

"imma take a shower, want to join me?"

Ghost slowly blinked at you, and putting the apple aside while walking towards you he said calmly.

"There's a gun hidden in the attic for emergency purposes, if I ever say no to that question I want you to use it on me"

He pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and looking down at you with quiet tenderness when he saw your cheeks turn red and smile bashful up at him.

"mhm, okay" you giggled happy, overly flattered and charmed by that handsome smirk.

Author note: reference to my favourite episode

[dwidkwite]

smut, virgin!reader.

older!simonriley who is a little bit surprised when you ask him to sleep with you. you tell him how inexperienced you are and that you wish to learn how to properly pleasure someone. he's not sure if he's gonna say yes but, you're probably going to ask someone else anyway, and the mere idea makes him sick. he doesn’t regret it when he sees your big doe eyes looking up at him as you're on your knees, his fat cock standing proudly before you. he snickers at your intimidated expression before grabbing gently your hair and guiding your lips on his lenght, a sigh escaping him as he feels the warmness of your mouth. even as you gag and that tears are threatning to spill, he doesn’t stop, you'll have to learn the hard way anyway.

[cyberdrream]

(18+ mildly suggestive)

sometimes, waking up married to simon hurts, not because he did anything, but because he isn’t even there half the time. always off at war, serbia, colombia, leaving you with an empty space beside you and your hands curled around one of his t-shirts.

it smells like his body spray, smells like his sweat, smells like him, and some nights being cuddled up with that is enough.

but when he’s at home, it’s completely different, like tonight, you barely heard him come in and slip under the covers, and it’s 6am when your alarm goes off.

you feel his big hands splayed over your belly, big arms around your waist. “mmm, gotta wake up si-“ you mumble, knowing your husband’s scent of sandalwood and lynx body spray. and the way he breaths, all deep and snug in your skin, and the way his hands fit so carefully around your hips.

“can’t we just sleep in?” his voice is all gravelly with sleep, his stubble nipping against your ear, hair still a little spikey with the hair gel he refuses to take off.

“fine.” you nestle backwards into his arms, feeling his breath hitch as you feel  his hands tense up. 

“fuckin tired love-“ he starts, but you can almost see him going red, feel the heat on his face, and you stretch your arms and legs, cuddling into him a little closer.

“mmhp?” you yawn, scratching his ears behind you, you can feel something poking into your your lower back, but dear lord are you not worrying about that until later.

 you feel him turn your body to face him, see your husbands face after months of seeing photos of the mask. the scars on his face have increased, but you still look at him like you saw him for the first time.

“good morning mr riley.” you say, softly.

“good morning, mrs riley.” he thinks you look beautiful in the morning sunlight, and by the way you look at him, he thinks you know. 

[fernsdelight]

older bf!simon riley who has a nasty corruption kink but has to hold himself back around his virgin/inexperienced partner.

He's practically vibrating with need when he steps into your apartment, forcing himself to be gentle with you when he places a kiss on your cheek, not trying to shove his tongue in your throat and lick at your molars.

And now he's lying in your ridiculous bed with you asleep in his big, burly arms, who even needs this many pillows and blankets, are you really that cold? Poor Simon's balls are so tight and heavy from just a little bit of cuddling and kissing, but he'd never wake up his sweet love and ask you for help. No, he has to take it slow with you, let you set the pace and come to him when you want.

Also, he already knows the first time he finally gets his hand on you, it's not gonna last very long, his swollen tip spurting thick ropes of cum inside your warm, wet hole only after sinking in an inch :(

Now Simon has to go to work without cumming after visiting his lovely partner.

His cock is in a permanent semi-chub on base, his balls so fat and heavy with cum that was meant for you. Poor guy is just grunting and growling at everyone, acting like a proper bitch on base, barking out orders and making the rookies run extra laps for even looking at him.

Even poor Soap is walking on eggshells seeing how agitated and cranky Simon is, watching him adjust himself in his jeans.

Simon's gotta take 5 to furiously jerk off in the bathroom, staring at a picture of you he keeps in his wallet :)