#cod simon ghost riley

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon Riley with his weird ass acts of love and bizarre concept of boundaries

You’ll be waking up confused in the middle of the night, feeling a strange pulling at your feet, only to glance down and see your boyfriend has thrown the covers off and is attempting to clip your toenails for you

“What in the actual f-”

“I’m tired o’ your talons diggin’ into my legs every nigh’. This is for both o’ us, love.” He’ll grumble in that tone of his that leaves no room for argument, only the sound of nail clippers echoing in the room as your roll your eyes before shutting them again

Every so often when you’re on your period, you’ll be stepping out of the shower, bewildered to find that the night time pad and underwear you’d set aside with your pyjamas on the bathroom counter top, have been put together for you?

“Simon- you saved me all of two steps at most? Opening the wrapper and sticking it on?”

“And you’re welcome.” He’ll mutter casually with a quick kiss to your forehead before he’s off to brush his teeth

“I’m so confused. I might be losing it, Si.” You’ll mention one time, coming home after work with bags of greasy takeout food in hand, his brow only raising in question. “This is maybe the third time now I’ve noticed that the petrol was nearing a quarter tank, so I’d plan to fill up the next day. But next time I get in the car- the tank is fucking full! The first time I thought I had dreamt it, second time I thought I was hallucinating a little bit, but now-”

“Love, I’ve been filling up your car.”

“…what?”

“That’s me. Every time I’ve heard you say you need petrol- I’ve filled up the car.” Simon shrugs as though he’s simply telling you what the weather is for today, not that he’s been sneaking out in the middle of the night with your car keys to run a quick errand for you as you sleep

“I don’t know if I want to ask how or why first.”

“Well petrol’s fuckin’ expensive now, that’s why. You don’t need to be payin’ tha’.”

“You could have just … asked me?”

“… righ’. Noted.” He’ll nod in quick agreement before moving on to take the bags from you, no intention whatsoever of changing his habits

[ilylovelyz]

tw : simon fucks you till you piss yourself.

your cunt gushes obscenely with every deep thrust of simon's hips, both of your arms behind your back with a single large hand of his.

his cock, heavy and pulsing inside of you, thumps against your cervix each time he humps your ass, sloshing around the old loads of his cum that he already dispensed within your pussy.

he has you on your knees, chest against the bed, your nipples stiff and dry from the constant stimulation. its painful, he's had you come several times around him, finding enterainment in the way you so easily can gush around him with a flick of his fingers on your clit.

"shiimon," you slur out, muffled in the sheets damp with your slick and tears and other fluids. simon stops his ruthless pounding on your cunt, opting for a harsh grind balls deep against your cervix, teasing the already battered and bruised tissue.

"tha's tha shit huh, baby?" he says lowly, almost out of breath. "enjoyin' yourself?"

you whine at his teasing, attempting to hide yourself into the ruined pillows before simon is slapping a heavy hand onto the sensitive flesh of your asscheek, already red with his hand print. he can be so mean sometimes.

you're not given a warning before simons laying his entire 250 pound pure hardened muscle of a body onto your much more sensitive and fragile one, screaming helplessly as the last inch of his cock that you always struggle to take slides in forcefully, pressing painfully against your cervix as if he was on a mission to break it and pass through into your womb.

if only.

with his body weight fully on top of you, youre given no choice but to go limp and flat against the mattress, your tummy and breasts digging into the material. simon lets out a throaty moan when your cunt squeezes around him, cock twitching upwards into what feels like must be your guts as you messily cum on his cock, your juices leaking out around him and creating an even bigger mess on his and your thighs.

"thats it girl, good girl," he praises, his hips tight against your ass. he leans down, his chest against your back so he can lay open-mouthed kisses against your earlobe, relishing in the way you shiver and attempt to squirm away from the overwhelming stimulation.

simon begins rocking his hips once more, slowly. feeling your walls open and close with every in and out of his movement. the peace is there for a moment, you're quiet and almost comatose from how good he's fucking you until simon becomes discontempt with your silence and hes angling his hips and pulling out until his tip is hardly inside of you and slamming back inside to the hilt.

its with the new angle that your back is forced to arch, pressure elevated to your lower tummy and as result your bladder.

its then that you begin to really panic. thrashing wildly and sobbing for simon to stop, clawing at his hand that is holding yours.

"s-simon! 'm gunna pee!" you cry, face hot as summer sun from pure embarrassment.

simon only scoffs, smiling lightly at your panicking. but he doesnt move. he instead uses his forearms to hold himself up, using his weight and slamming his hips against your ass with a lewd "plap plap plap".

youre wailing at this point. his ruthless thrusts force your tummy against the mattress, the immense pressure of his tip plunging against your cervix, proves to be too much for you. youve taken everything he's given you, letting him wear you like a fleshlight until youre nearly bursting at the seams, but this is too much.

"simon!" you warn one last time, sobbing and trying to push yourself upwards and away from him. with one final aimed thrust to your cervix, the dam breaks loose, your eyes rolling to the back to your head as you tremble and your muscle contract painfully as you cum once more, except instead the water isnt a small trickle and instead its a long stream of your piss.

simon just moans, long and loud, tipping his head back, continuing his thrusts. he flushes at the lewd sight of you twitching so cutely, pissing yourself from cumming too hard from his efforts.

he bites at his lips, humping weakly against you some more before hes pulling out, wet squelches audible as he pulls his engorged cock from the tight confines of your pussy. if you werent fucked nearly to the last inch of your life, you would feel the mattress dip underneath simons heavy weight as he shuffed towards your face, jerking his cock noisily over your face, his eyes glued to the puffiness of your eyes and cheeks, the wetness from your tears and the clear defeat in your bones, tipping him over the edge and at long last cursing your name as his cock spurts several hot ropes of his potent cum over your adorable face.

—cod masterlist.

[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...)

[lesserthan-3]

captain john price who thinks you’re cheating on his with his lieutenant, simon riley, so he thoroughly bangs you in his office, making sure to leave visible marks along your jawline and neck which he’s usually so careful about.

he shoves your panties in your mouth, placing his firm hand on top to seal the sticky fabric against your tongue.

and when simon comes in for their pre-planned meeting, he’s greeted with the sight of your head hanging off of the desk and knees draped over his captain’s shoulders.

price commands him to stay, talking through infiltration strategies, potential threats, new shipment of weapons and new personnel changes as all planned. would have been a perfectly normal meeting had price not been rutting up into your soaked cunt the whole time.

and simon is blissfully unaware of price’s accusation, but more preoccupied with making sure his eyes don’t drift any lower than the captain’s stare.

so he sits stiffly, eyes shutting briefly as he hears you mewl when a sharp crack comes down against your clit.

and when price’s soften dick slips out of your abused and dripping puss, he finally peels the panties that are equally as wet with your saliva from your mouth.

that’s when you and simon finally get to explain that all the secret communication between you and his best man was to only plan him a surprise party for his birthday next week.

[lackadaisies]

fun sized <3.

older!simon who absolutely adores how much smaller petite!reader is than him. well, typically everyone is smaller than you when you're six-foot-three and counting. doorframes are smaller, airplane seats, ceilings—you get the gist. simon is used to maneuvering the world with his eye-level far above crowds since he was in middle-school by now, but it's with you that he suddenly doesn't know what to do with himself. feels like his huge, lumbering hands are too big for your body, like he'll snap your limbs in half when he takes both of your wrists in just one of his own and pins them above your head. it's like handling fine china, two meaty fingers awkwardly pinching the entire handle of a too-tiny teacup. simon isn't particularly good with metaphors, but i digress.

he always swears he can't fit inside you, but well, you do fit like a gem in the backseat of his car and the opportunity is too good to pass up. it almost feels cruel, you're so small and he's too big, but how could he not? fold you up nice and easy under him, et voila. you're so brave for him, and it just takes a bit of pushing past the initial resistance to bury his oversized cock inside you. you're tight as a fist around the head of his cock, just at first.

you're easy to manhandle, a real-life ball-jointed doll that even a brute like simon can bend to his whim, or bounce up-and-down on his cock. fun-sized, he'd call it, you're made for the fun stuff. it's a little reductive, maybe, but you inevitably bat your lashes and reply that you were made just for him. he can do whatever wants with you.

(from your fellow 5ft tall writer)

— a/n: based on a conversation i had minutes ago, except i immediately started thinking of ghost bc simon riley is better than any real life man. <3

[tojisteddy]

I think about mean!Simon not wanting you to leave his place after staying at his place for too so long.

He’s very good at playing house with you, from cooking dinner and you washing dishes, hours spent in his arms and laughing at his corny jokes, trying your best to kick him out the bathroom while you go to the bathroom or do your hair. Your little conversations to yourself as he passes the room you might be in, finding you blasting music and going through photos. Whisky brown eyes glued to your thighs in his shirt that you’re wearing. The man likes the fact that he can come home to you, let you talk his head off or vice versa. Slugger, his dog, is more than happy to have two parents rather than one.

So when it’s time for you to go home— why is that even a thought that crossed you mind?

Simons mid bite of his sandwich when his ears catch the ‘thud’ of one of your duffle bags full of clothes is dropinh to the door.

His eyebrows are knitted together when he sees you coming down the stairs with another duffle, “Tho’ y’were jokin about leavin kitty.”

You bite back a smile, cheeks growing warm, “I can’t stay here forever Si, I gotta wash my clothes!”

“‘Ve got a washer ‘nd dryer.”

“I can’t wear the same clothes for ever! My closet is calling me.”

“Shops callin us then, yeah? Can get ya new clothes.”

You giggle through a groan, “Simon!” 

The rugged man is already pulling you by the waist and into his chest, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He can’t say it, won’t say the words ‘don’t go’ or ‘I’ll miss you’ formally. But it bleeds through everything so blatantly, you can’t help but let out a chuckle. Rubbing his broad and scared back. Your fingers glide through his blonde locks of hair, scratching his scalp. “Why’re you bein cute, huh? so big ‘n bein cute.“

It’s got his heart pounding so loud, he lets out an incoherent grumble, as to quiet his own heart. Such a baffling yet peculiar feeling that the man has only groan more and more fond of with each passing day with you. Before you can even realize it, you’re being thrown over Simons shoulder that makes you yelp out. Slapping at his back to put you down, which he does, on the couch, not hesitating to lay atop of you and inhale your scent.

“You’re bein a fucking brat Simon, come on!” You giggle, it’s exactly how you ended up staying another week. Simon lifting you off your feet and taking back to bed because, ‘it’s too late to drive at night’ when it was only 6pm, and then in the morning, ‘it’s rainin too much’ when it was only drizzling.

Today’s no different, now, sandwiched between his chest and and the couch, head resting on his bicep. Letting him wrap his strong arms around you, so easily leaning into the soft touch of his calloused fingers at the back of your nape, your eyes closing.

“Is this how you usually treat the other girls around you?” You tease ever so lightly, not even expecting an answer.

He gruffly answers, distinct, “Why would I want anyone else ‘ere but you?”

And oh, how that alone shouldnt make your stomach flip like that, shouldn’t make you hide your face in his chest to hide a silly smile, wanting to run into an open field laughing.

“This is your answer then,” he hums, soft pink lips pressing to your temple, “you’ll stay.”

“That doesn’t sound like a question.” You say, another kiss falling to the apple of your cheek, your nose, your other cheek.

“ ‘S not.”

You hold onto him tighter, letting out a soft giggle between his kisses, “Agh, then I don’t know, got shit to do—“

“—Don’t be a bloody pain kitten, just stay.”

You feign contemplation for a moment, making the brute of a man fucking pout. Nuzzling his face into between the crook of your neck.

“…One more night couldn’t hurt, I guess.”

One more night, my ass. Simon thinks.

How about ‘move in.’

a/n: I could stare at your back allll dayyyyyyy, I could stare at your baAAack all DAAAAAAAYYYYYY

[kooolgirl]

how else to respond

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader

summary: your boyfriend loves feeling the bulge he makes in your stomach

masterlist!

"this feel good, baby?" your boyfriend asks you, kissing your cheek. he was pounding menacingly in your pussy, absolutely abusing your precious cunt.

he had you in a mating press, your legs sat on his shoulders. his body completely rested on top of yours, the sound of his balls slapping your ass echoing throughout the room as he thrusted in and out of you. your moans sounded horrifying, almost like the man was harming you.

your pussy always had to stretch so much to fit simon’s cock, a large bulge printing your stomach.

simon was intoxicated. the sight of your stomach moving, knowing it was from his cock, made him all the more feral, pounding into your cunt even more, your little body shaking under his.

he moved a large hand to rest on the bulge, your eyes rolling at the feeling of him occasionally applying pressure. your toes were curling from the pleasure, your boyfriend bruising your poor cervix at this point. he wouldn’t even let you have a little break!

the water works started, your body not knowing how else to respond to the stimulation.

“tha’s a good girl,” you boyfriend says, watching you come down from your orgasm.

you were certainly mistaken if you thought simon was done with you for tonight. he hasn’t even cum yet!

[rubikqiub]

pt.1 ⸝ pt.2

cw: cheating, bad relationship, Soap x reader, Simon Riley x reader, yearning Simon, asshole Soap.

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When Johnny first started bragging about his new missus to the team, Simon didn't think much of it.

With Soap, new girls came and went. This one shouldn't have been any different. That should've been the end of it.

Simon couldn't have given less of a shit.

But this one seemed different.

____ always looked so unhappy around Johnny.

Like the first time Simon met her.

Johnny had introduced her as his girl.

Few drinks later, she gently tugged at Soap's sleeve as the music changed.

"One dance?" Johnny didn't even look at her.

"Nah. Not in the mood, doll."

Simon simply watched from the other side of the room. He wasn't the dancing type either.

Hell. He'd probably step on her feet every ten seconds.

But if dancing meant wiping that sad little look off her face…

He would've become fucking Michael Jackson.

She'd visit the base every now and then just to make sure Johnny had properly eaten.

Always carrying a bento box.

Rice. Meat. Vegetables.

Enough food to feed half the bloody task force.

Sometimes she'd bring sweets for the whole team, too.

The moment she left, Johnny popped the lid open.

"Tch. Don't like this."

Without a second thought, he shoved the whole thing across the table.

"Anyone wants it?" Simon frowned.

The fuck?!

Simon would never do that.

Never.

If she had made that lunch for him…

He would've eaten every last grain of rice.

Hell, he'd lick the damn container clean before letting somebody else touch it.

Days kept passing, and Johnny kept running his fucking mouth.

Complaining.

Rolling his eyes whenever her name came up.

Like loving her was somehow an inconvenience.

How she wanted to dance.

How she always worried if he'd eaten.

How she texted him good morning every single day.

Then came the night at the bar.

Simon hadn't meant to look. Johnny didn't care enough to hide it.

One hand around another woman's waist.

Then..

...a kiss.

What the fuck was wrong with him?!

How could anybody cheat on such a perfect bird like ____?

If she were his… He would've thanked every God willing to listen just for letting her choose him.

Still. As furious as it made him…

That wasn't what finally broke him.

It happened back at base.

Johnny started talking about his first time with the missus.

"She's always asking for kisses. Wants hugs all the bloody time." The whole room laughed. Simon looked up from the paperwork in front of him.

"And don't even get me started on sex. She keeps trying to make it all romantic while I'm just trying to stick it in—" Johnny never got to finish that sentence.

The lieutenant's fist broke his nose before anyone even realized he'd moved.

"THE FUCK, RILEY?!" Blood poured down Johnny's face while he stumbled back, holding his nose. The room fell dead silent.

"I'm taking the missus away from you."

"You what?"

"Heard me."

Without another word, he turned around and walked out of the base.

Somehow, he ended up standing outside their apartment.

He wasn't even sure how he'd gotten there.

He just knew he'd started driving.

Now he was here.

"Oh… You're Johnny's teammate, right?" She smiled politely.

"…Yeah."

"What brings you he—"

"You know he's cheating."

Her smile faded.

"You already knew. You're not stupid." She didn´t answer. Didn´t have to.

Simon clenched his jaw.

"…Take me instead." She blinked.

"…Excuse me?"

"Take me instead of that fucking asshole."

"You don't even know me."

"I know enough." She looked away.

"I'd treat you better. The way you deserve." She turned to stare at him.

"…Why?"

For the first time that night… Simon hesitated.

Then he didn´t.

"I'd never make you beg."

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