something about the tip peeking out of the shorts… gotta slobber on that thing fr
simon x reader smut/comfort? poor Simon has mommy issues :(
cw: mommy kink, forced orgasm, dacryphilia (crying), comfort, afab reader
You know exactly what Simon needs when he gets back from a long deployment. Sure, you make him dinner, run a bath, check him over for any new wounds, but what he really needs is for you to take care of him.
His hair has grown out a bit and is sticking to his forehead with sweat, his chest heaves with labored breaths, tears prick at his eyes, and those beautiful sounds get punched out of him as you ride his cock brutally.
“Ah- ah- fuck, love. Please.”
His hands are bruising around your hips, pads of his fingers digging into the fat of your ass, but he knows better than to try to force you to stop through strength alone. That would lead to a punishment, and of course, Simon is a good boy.
“Look at me.” you order, gripping his face and seeing the absolutely pussy-drunk look in his eyes. You’re not even sure he’s listening, unable to focus as he tries desperately not to blow his load in you right now as your ass slaps against his thighs, ruthlessly fucking him. “Don’t you fucking come, Simon.”
Those words always have the opposite effect, and tonight it brings him to the edge so fast he lets out a noise you’ve never heard him make before. Pitiful.
“Fuck! Shit- mommy! Mommy, please. Please let me come. I can’t-”
Tears stream down the corners of his eyes as he squeezes them shut, and you can feel his thighs and abs tensing beneath you. Maybe you were just feeling cruel, because you don’t slow down, no, you tighten around his cock and chase your own release without apology.
He feels so good. Thick and long enough to reach every good spot inside you, punching your g-spot so hard you’re spilling slick down his balls, making a mess of wet noises in the room. You’re already close, finally filled with something other than toys or your fingers now that Simon’s back, but just as you feel yourself about to tip over that edge, a guttural pained noise comes from his lips and you feel him jerking underneath you.
“No, no, no, no, no…” Simon begs, coming so hard he nearly goes blind, toes curling, back nearly coming off the bed as he holds you down on his pulsating cock, filling you up with a thick warm flood. It’s so much that you can feel it leaking around the vice grip your pussy has around him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, mommy. Please, I’m so sorry.”
You’re in shock for a moment. Simon has never come without permission, not since the first time you realized he was into this sort of stuff. And he looks so genuinely upset that it makes your heart squeeze. Tears flowing, begging for forgiveness, still shaking from the orgasm that wiped out most of his brain cells. He looks so sweet, you just can’t bring yourself to punish him.
The only thing you can do is wrap your arms around him and shush him quietly, fingers petting through his hair, his cock still half-hard inside of you and twitching.
“It’s alright, baby. You did such a good job for me.” You coo, pressing several light kisses along his hairline, the cool salty perspiration wetting your lips. “My good boy.”
His thick arms go around you, holding you close enough that it’s almost crushing, hiding his face against your neck where you can feel his tears still pooling against your skin. He doesn’t say anything, you just let him hold you and cry while you tell him how much you love him, that he’s safe. And afterwards you clean him up, press kisses against his flushed cheeks, and you let him sleep with his ear pressed against your heartbeat. Your good boy.
theorist-fox
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader — 18+
CWs: smut, pwp, surreptitiously getting the cherry popped. simon is is a little shit here lol you're worse
wc: 6.3k
Inspired by the gorgeous @/rememberwren's Threshold, which is one of my favourite fics ever.
The weather outside is frigid, and the HQ is almost empty, aside from a few who are stuck inside due to never-ending shifts.
The city at the horizon glistens in snow, glitters with festivities. Although the gorgeous view is a welcome sight, the mood is overall sour, as most of the soldiers would rather be home on Christmas Eve.
But Simon’s got nowhere to go, and apparently neither do you. For now, you’re both content with the spot you’ve secured in the rec room for the remainder of the evening. The fanciest of the seats. The softest ones, with the tanned leather intact and the cushions still plush.
You look awfully relaxed, slumped back on the loveseat while sipping on your beer, with your eyes lazily roaming the ceiling. Christmas sounds like it’s going to be boring, uneventful, and quiet, and Simon cannot wait for it to roll around exactly like that—
“We should fuck, Riley,” you say. “To kill some time.”
Simon Riley vs no nut november
He scoffed at you and rolled his eyes hearing something as stupid as that.
"it's an event for virgins to feel better about themselves." He grunted out as he made his morning tea, his thick, muscled back facing you, flexing with every movement.
"maybe you just wouldn't last, scared to put your pride and ego on the line."
That irritated him, flaring up his competitive streak. You could see the way his jaw clenched, molars grinding together. Simon didn't like to be challenged, and he certainly didn't like it when someone said he wasn't capable of something, especially his pretty girl.
"ya' saying I can't?"
"nope..."
"we'll see then, hmm?"
And just like that, the bets were on. Day one began, and you were already rubbing up on him, trying your best to sabotage the competition with soft touches and inviting words. You made it hard for him, wearing one of his shirts, pressing your chest against his back as he stood at the counter.
"does your cock hurt? I could hold it in my hand if you wanted..." You offer, already feeling over his big, bulky body, down his tensed abs and to the hem of his sweatpants. You only got a grunt as a reply, and a light smack on your hand when you tried to palm his heavy, twitching cock through the thin fabric.
Simon would never admit it, but he was aching. He wanted to squeeze the fat of your hips and pull you back on his aching cock, push his ugly mug into your soft tits and split you open so deliciously on his cock. But unfortunately, proving you wrong came first on his priority list.
By day two Simon was irritated and grouchy. His dick ached, his balls ached, all he wanted was to sink into your warm, wet cunt and spurt his hot, thick cum deep inside.
You were pulling out all the plays in the book, showering with the door open, touching yourself so he could hear every lewd squelch when your fingers slide into your wet heat, something that he could have if he just relinquished his pride. The final straw was when you bent over in front of him, claiming that you were "just looking for something I dropped".
That's how you ended up with your face smushed into the pillows and your body trembling from overstimulation. He was everywhere, overwhelming your poor senses, heavy balls slapping against the fat of your ass, rutting into your from behind.
Your prayed the apartment walls were thick enough that the neighbours couldn't head the loud squelches and schlicking sounds coming from your greedy cunt and the even louder whines and moans coming from you. It was just so hard to keep your mouth shut when Simon was rolling his strong hips into yours like that, the fat, drooling tip leaking right against your cervix.
"don't run from this, yeah?" Simon tried to sound cocky, but his voice was lying, he sounded ruined, fucked-out and needy. "you just had to tease me all fuckin' day. Tryin' to push it, huh?"
Before you know it, a heavy hand lands on the back of your head, pushing your face back down into the pillows, muffling your moans, your body jostling and sweat-slicked beneath all his heat and muscle. You couldn't even nod along to his words, to get him going again and tease him for folding so fast because your poor pussy was getting fucked dumb, twitching around him, overwhelming by the pace, the familiar pressure in your tummy building, how Simon was grinding against the gooey bundle of nerves on your warm, welcoming walls.
"fuck your stupid fuckin' november" He grumbled under his breath, mostly to himself and his bruised ego. "i'm gonna cum inside you, i'll do it every day if I feel like it too."
A small whine escaped in response, your pussy betraying you, giving Simon a squeeze, trying to milk his cock and pull him back in.
"you like that, huh? you want my cum?" Simon groaned, deep and low, gritting his teeth with a wolfish grin. He swears under his breath, veins practically popping in his neck as he tries to hold back his orgasm, but the way your cunt was sucking him back in had his eyes squeezing shut, and then he was emptying himself inside you.
Thick, deep ropes of cum flooded your poor pussy, mushroom shaped tip probing against your spongy depths, shallow thrusts and hard rolls of his hips following soon after, working his sperm into you. You weren't much better unfortunately, his pretty, soft girl, usually looking so divine, now a quivering mess, lying limply underneath him while a sticky mess formed on the sheets.
"no nut november, what a stupid thing." he grunt roughly, already dragging you closer by your hips. "more like let see how much you can take this november."
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a/n: ...hey... sorry for disappearing for like 4 weeks lol. this is not proofread :(
Something about the fact that both Price and Ghost have such a daddy vibe to them but in completely different ways just gets me. Like Price (being the creepy old man he is) just wanting to take care of his girl, whispering praises to her as he fucks her nice and slow, being careful to stretch her open on his fingers first, telling her how pretty she looks taking his cock, how shes such a good girl for him.
and then Simon? Simon is bullying himself into you from behind and pressing your face down into the mattress, fucking you with such rough thrusts that you’re sure there will be bruises on your ass tomorrow from where his hips slam against each cheek. and he gets off on how you cry when you’re overstimulated from the millionth orgasm he’s wrung from you, cooing mockingly at you, ‘don’t cry about it. ya wanted this, love, didn’t ya? so take it like a big girl.’
When will we get to dubcon these men😔 i wanna get them morally conflicted about staying with me😔
rawme-price answered:
What about…younger!reader dubconing wolf!price??? Hm???
Wolf!price who absolutely refuses to knot you. He doesn’t fool around with proven statistics, and he knows the backlash that would be caused by a captain knocking up his sergeant. Best-case scenario, you’d either have to move teams or resign altogether.
Does that stop you from begging? Absolutely not.
“No, kid. I fuckin’ told you already.” Price grunts, nipping at your ear when you still whine and beg for his knot. You can feel it press against your cunt with each thrust, and you feel so fucking wet just hoping it will pop in, but Price never pushes hard enough. It drives you insane, getting the best fuck of your life only for Price to pull out and cover your chest in cum instead of filling you up.
You whine, tilt your head back to submissively bare your neck because you know he likes it. “C'mon, Dad, please? I want you in me so fuckin’ bad.”
Price growls lightly in warning, teeth pressing to your neck, but you’re more focused on the way his hips stutter. Before price can brace, you’re wrapping your thighs tight around his torso and pushing with your hips until price lands below you with a startled gasp, flipping your positions. “W– wait, kid, no– kid, get off I swear to bloody– fuck!”
With a wet squelch, the knot pops in, stretching your cunt out obscenely. Thick, hot cum spills into you, better than anything you’ve had before. You sigh, roll your hips in enjoyment. You’ve been dreaming of this moment for months.
“You fuckin’ brat– ahh–” Price grunts, but his hips are bucking and his hands keep you firmly pressed against him. He throws his head against the pillows with a growl. “The second I deflate, we’re getting you plan B, kid. I’m not fuckin’ dealing with a pupped sergeant.”
Fuck. He’s gonna have to look ghost in the eye and ask him to get plan B.
costume shop / double penetration / public – Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish x Female Reader
Three: Inside the local Halloween store, you call in your boyfriends to check out your costume.
Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, double penetration, unprotected piv, anal sex, public, butt plug, masks, creampie // wc: 920
we dont talk about ‘O’ faces enough here. just the way their eyebrows knit together and their jaw gets tight… yeah, thats the shit. :)
Note: we're so back baby ヽ(°ω°)ノ
Female anatomy, semi NSFW, mild injury, nothing extreme
Make-out session with Soap on the couch turns heated, and piece-by-piece, articles of clothing get stripped off. He watches with lecherous eyes as you take his thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the rough pad. You never break eye contact as you remove your bra at a torturously slow pace, before tossing it at his face. It's hard for him to recover from that when his cock is siphoning all of the blood in his body into itself. He pauses for a moment, pulling the bra off his face as you giggle, sliding off of his lap and walking down the hall with a teasing, sultry gleam in your eyes. As if to say, don't keep me waiting.
Oh, he's getting lucky.
His movement sparks yours; as he gets up from the couch, the deliberate sway in your hips becomes excitement, and now you're darting to the bedroom. He follows quickly, using the sofa's arm to stabilize himself as he swings around the corner with an eagerness to pursue you. The only thing he can feel is the growing arousal in his length as he listens to your laughter, chasing after you with a burning desire to ravish you.
Then, violently ripping through the sensual setting, multiple things happen at once. Johnny slams his toe into the doorframe of the bedroom in his narrow-minded focus to fuck you. "Fuck'n shit!I" he curses, grabbing his foot - the continued momentum of his body sends him crashing down, and his uninjured ankle rolls with a sharp twist of pain. Simultaneously, he crashes against the bed, his head smacking into the footboard and his body ricocheting off of the mattress.
Your panicked gasp is muted in his mind as he lands on his back. A noise escapes his lungs; the ceiling comes into focus, then fades, then comes back. His ankle throbs painfully, and he just begins to register what happened when two images of you come into focus.
"Oh my god-" you fret, kneeling next to his head. Your expression is panicked, the previously libidinous look now replaced by shock. "Johnny, can you hear me?"
He blinks, narrowing his eyes to try and keep his vision from dancing. "... loud n' clear."
"You've cracked your head open."
Sure enough, the side of his forehead feels warm. As you disappear again, he reaches his fingers up to drag along his face, and they pull back with blood staining the tips. He looks down at himself - he doesn't quite notice how his ankle is bent at a somewhat questionable angle, no. All he sees, and all he cares about, is that he's still rock-hard, and that his roll in the sheets with you has been interrupted. That won't do.
You come rushing back with a cloth from the washroom, gently wiping up the blood on the side of his head. The ceiling light above perfectly frames your face above him, like an angel coming to his rescue, your tits just inches from his face... maybe feet... he can't really tell. They're close enough that they should be in his mouth. Won't that make you calm down?
"I'm going to call an ambulance, ok?" You say, trying and failing to contain your alarm.
"Don'needit..." he slurs out, his gaze locked on you.
"Babe, I can't drag you to the car like this! You might have cracked your skull."
"Naw, bonnithin', please..." his hand reaches out to try and grab your hip, but he isn't sure where your hip is at the moment. "Jus' ride it first, a'right?"
"No!" you scold him, running towards the closet and grabbing the closest pair of jeans and whatever t-shirt you can reach. "You're bleeding all over the carpet, bampot!"
He knows he's not dying; even in his current state, he knows this is far from the worst he's had. He sighs, letting his limbs fall back against the floor. He really needs to work out this stonner, and the fact that you're too worried about a concussion is criminal, in his opinion. A quickie wouldn't shake the odds of life or death, here.
"I've got a fuck'n rager, babe, c'mon." he begs. "Jus' sit on it for... for a bit, n' I'll be right as rain."
"Make the blood go back up to your head, so you don't bleed out." you snap, grabbing your phone from the dresser.
He groans and closes his eyes in defeat. How's he explaining this to Price?
Vampire!soap x fem!reader, blood play, period sex, period oral
Vampire!Soap who is just as much of a nasty mutt as he is when human.
He's constantly following you around and sniffing at you when you're starting your period, tugging your panties down and whining in disappointment when his fingers find the tampon string.
"Fucking depriving me, bonnie," he moans, and bends you over so he can fuck you with it, licking his fingers to play with your clit until you start getting slick, blood flowing as your pussy squeezes and flexes, warming up.
The tampon is dropped to the floor with a wet splat and Soap gets on his knees behind you, licking right into your hole with a moan, spreading you open with his thumbs so he can start sucking at you, swallowing as you fill his mouth with each backward roll of your hips. He eats his fill and fucks you with his cock for dessert, looking down at your spread thighs to see where fresh blood streaks his cock and smears down your legs. Like fucking a cream pie, he jokes, and fills you up as he strokes your clit to orgasm, leaving you dripping.
He steals your panties and tampons after, so that you have to go naked to him and beg for help to not leak and stain your clothes and the furniture. Good thing he's a growing young man, he needs all the food he can get, and gorges himself on your pussy until you're just a drooling little blood bag for him.
Price loves the fact that your new medication makes you so sleepy, because now you're too drowsy to complain when he reaches for your hand during movie night. Muttering "Hm, just need to relax a bit, honey. Don't fight me, yeah?" While he wraps a hand around your own and makes you jerk him off. You used to complain about him making a mess, but now you just smile and drift off, knowing you'll wake up later in a warm bed with nothing but photos as proof of everything price did while you slept :)
Acknowledge Me
or: Simon finally gives you attention after you piss him off.
“The power it takes, to make me cry that way. Baby, I hate me when you get under my skin.”
cw: 3.6k words (lord), 18+ MDNI, Toxic!Simon/Meanie!Simon, smut with plot, daddy kink (daddy, pa), dubcon, p in v, dacryphilia, degradation (like hell), water park amusement, pvssy slapping, creampie, marathon!, intoxicated sex, pet names (lovie, doll, pup), overstim, orgasm denial, straight debauchery, after care, y/n visuals.
a/n: acknowledge me by doja cat was the big inspo.
Were you a fucking stupid brat?
Or were you simply itching for attention that you deserved?
If you told your friends, they wouldn’t call you a fucking brat. Stupid? Yeah.
For being with a man who didn’t hesitate to curse you out when you annoyed him. Simon Riley didn’t even flinch when you started hearing those hiccups over the phone, he could already picture your trembling bottom lip, huffed out cheeks and tears forming at your water line. If anything it pissed him off further.
“Don’t fuckin try it with those tears [+]. I fuckin told you, you tell me where the fuck you’re goin. Why the fuck did I have see you move to five different bars in three fuckin hours and you didn’t say a word to me about it till now!?” Simon yelled through the phone.
“You and your dumb ass friends are too fuckin reckless—“
“—Don’t call them that-“ you chided.
“-Oh, I promise you lovie, I don’t give a shit.” his voice with venom.
lol what a fun write
simon ghost riley: retired and married edition
