#cod imagine

18+ mdni simon riley is a horrible lay, everyone says.

that’s what you’ve heard around base, from men and women alike. he’s too fucking big, apparently, fucks like the mean bastard that he is. hurts. apparently, he’s so cold he doesn’t even care for his partner. and apparently, every time anyone’s tried to sleep with him, they’ve always stormed out of his room, pissed off at him because his room is a hellhole. 

apparently. it’s all word of mouth, but you believe it. 

but after the end of the month drinks at the local spoons, you can barely get simon off you, he’s pawing at you with his big hands. the two of you split a cider in two, and he looks at you with his big brown eyes, “y- you’re really fucking hot.” he blurts out, kissing your nose with chapped lips.

his face is red, blushing deeply as you try your best to not flush the same. “and johnny told me you can’t ever think about the pretty lass on floor 3 with the filing cabinet, but guess what, i can.” he kisses you on the side of your head this time, and you’re enjoying his affections.

it’s only back in his room on base that he fumbles with his belt, before he looks at you again, “s-sorry, it’s just, i don’t really get to spend the night with pretty women like you-“

you want to hide your face in his pillows, his room is really fucking nice. he has plants, actual plants growing from gaz, sketch drawings from johnny, photographs of him and the captain. 

his cock is huge, hard and leaking, slapping against his stomach, but he still looks at you with his sweet brown eyes, “love, it’s okay if it’s too big…” he sounds dejected already, but you just shake your head, it’s nowhere near as big what the word around base was. 

“it’s fine simon-“ you whisper, licking your lips and placing kitten licks on his length, feeling the taste of him coat your tongue. 

“no no no-“ he shakes his head, pulling away before his hands touch your wet panties, “fuck, you’re so wet love.” 

and then he dives in, tugging them off, before licking at your cunt with a sloppy tongue, he doesn’t have a technique down but whatever the fuck he’s doing it’s good, your legs are shaking as his tongue dips inside you.

“gotta make sure it’s good for you-“ okay, what the fuck was anyone talking about?

he slides into you with ease, and thrusts into you? his hands above your head, his eyes still looking at you. “you’re very fuckin’… mmmph… hot.” he says, with a grin on his scarred face that would look terrifying if it wasn’t for the way his brown eyes shone with sweetness.  

it wasn’t long before his cock twitches inside of you, and his eyes roll back, “oh fuck love, right there— fuck!” he was filling you deep, his cum thick in your stomach. 

“love?” he asks, whimpering, his head on your chest, “love, did you find it good?” he’s desperate for your fucking approval. 

you kiss his head, his soft curls growing out of army regs.

“yes darling.” fuck the word of mouth, did anyone even try this with him?

“th-thank you dove-“ he pants, his cock deep inside you as you keep stroking his hair, feeling his breath even out. 

He’s seen some, deleted most if not all for his followers own protection on his end.

But there’s a video.

One he was just about delete till he accidentally clicked on.

Not a shit camera like his, as if the heavens had opened up, literally and metaphorically, the sun was shinging bright on your glistening wet pussy in 4k. Legs wide open so he can see past your folds to your wet labia minora, you pretty hole clenching and unclenching and drip, drip, dripping down to your asshole. You let out a little moan that makes Simon lean forward on his seat as he watches on the computer screen, eyes astonished, taking in your pretty thighs, the way the grey oversized shirt on you is ruffled up to your hips.

“Fuck- hck- this is crazy!” You’re breathless, leaning back into the pillows on your bed, chest rising and falling while your hardened nipples peak through. And then you bring your soaked hand down, your moan being held in as you bite your lip, holding your leg open with the back of your knee as you flick your own pulsing perl with the other hand.

“Shiiit Si, that’s so- oh my god!” Your voice goes up an octave, mewling, hips bucking in the air, your thumb so calculated as it circles around your budding clit, giving yourself small circles, then large ones, eyes squeeze shut. So delirious as you dream about your favorite pornstar drilling into you, giving your cubby cunt a smack, making you take his every inch of his thick girth till your crying, “More- more Si! Aangh!”

You wither, using the pads of your fingers now, rubbing your poor pussy faster, as if it’s not enough, begging to cum, incoherent whines about how you, “need you Si- I mmmh- need you so bad, uugh- need you!”

And Simon sees your sweet hole tighten, hard, gushing cream as you let out a scream of pleasure, legs shaking. And the video cuts black. The Brit doesn’t even realize he’s started drenching his underwear with the pre fuming from his mushroom tip.

He’s watched you again and again and again, till theres a crappy video of him in that chair in the basement, your video playing on his computer screen in the background, Simon milking himself raw. His cock rock hard but his hand is cum soaked white, twisting both his hands down red hot length, tightening them both, imagining feeling how hard you’d cum around his cock, milking him for filth. the shlick, shlick, shlick sound heard as he lets out a filthy groan.

“Fuck, you dirty girl, heh- you’re a bloody dirty thing, arentcha mama?” The vein of his neck is popping out, held tilted to the side, mouth forming a small ‘o’ whipping the small smirk off his scared and masked face, “Fuuuucks sake lovie!” Simon lets out a deep chuckle, voice cracking as he moans to the video.

And your eyes are wide as you watch his most recent upload after work. You were high as shit when you have the audacity to send that video. Didn’t even think he was the type to look at those kind of things from fans, especially when they weren’t asked for.

But you’re whimpering, wiggling on the bed from the heat starting to pool in your jeans.

Pornstar!Simon is getting off, to you.

His biggest fan.

a/n: I entered a flow state. They’re having a freak off.

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.

you weren't ready to tell simon about your baby.

you'd been a single mother since you found out you were pregnant and did everything alone. she was only three months when you met simon, and you weren't exactly ready to date.

but you couldn't resist simon. his gorgeous face, decorated with scars. his big frame and bulging muscles. you wanted to lay on his chest and ride his big meaty cock all at once.

you should have mentioned it on the first date. she was the lock screen of your phone, which you left on the table for most of dinner. just hoping he'd pick up on it.

but you didn't mention it. and then you couldn't mention it. how could you on the second date? and then on the third?

except on the third date you take simon back home. you're not thinking about the nursery, you're thinking about getting him into your bed and doing whatever.

"thank god!" your mother was waiting by the door with your bundle of joy in her arms. she shoved her little girl in your arms and grabbed her coat. "she's been crying all night!"

your mother left, slammed the door shut behind her, and you were left with your baby girl and simon.

you're terrified when you turn to him, your baby girl screaming as you tried to bounce her in your arms. "surprise," you whispered. you were ready to start crying, ready for him to walk out that door and to never see him again.

"who's this then?" he asked as he moved closer. he looked down at your pudgy baby, no teeth in her mouth as she screamed and screamed and screamed.

you sucked in a deep, shaky breath. "this is clementine," you mumbled as you rocked her. but nothing was getting her to calm down.

"can i?" simon asked, reaching for her.

you let him take her in his big, strong hands. she was the size of his hands, so tiny compared to him. "easy, clem," he whispered as he bounced and rocked her.

your baby fell silent as simon walked over to the couch. "there y' go," he mumbled and sat down with her against his chest. he looked up at her with gorgeous eyes, your eyes.

"holy shit," you whispered, coming to sit beside him with your legs tucked beneath you. "i don't think she's stopped crying since i brought her home."

simon didn't expect you to fall asleep against him. he was fully ready to snog you silly while keeping your little baby calm, but you were sleeping against his bicep, drooling on his black shirt.

tagging: @angel444riley

thinking about Simon Riley who can't sleep without you. he'd wake up breathless from a nightmare, breath uneven. his fists clenched, that familiar military instinct to grab his firearm shooting pure adrenaline through his veins.

his mind is still stuck in that post dream state, mission still fresh in his mind as he scanned around in the darkness, eyes starting around the shadows for any sign of movement.

soft breathing beside him broke through his haze and he squinted, catching sight of your figure sleeping soundly next to him, calm and breathing.

safe he thought, reassuring - forcing himself to take a breath as he tried to calm down, the sound of his heartbeat loud in his ears.

you stirred, feeling the rustling of his unrest.

"si?" you mumbled sleepily, turning towards him. his eyes softened. even half asleep you were still attentive, still worried about him.

he was quick to wrap his arms around you, warm and strong around your body as he pulled you against him. the knot in his chest loosened at the contact of your body against his, the tension in his shoulders fading as he buried his face in your neck - breathing in your scent.

still here he thought, closing his eyes in relief.

"shh lovie, go back to sleep" he replied huskily, settling against you.

you relaxed back into his arms, resting your cheek against his broad chest as sleep took over you again.

other nights when he'd wake up without you, he'd panic. dread settling in as he grasped the sheets next to him, seeking out your presence only to find it empty. he'd sit up wide awake, alert only to exhale when he heard you moving around in the bathroom, light shining beneath the door.

when you'd come out and see his expression, the left over anxiety in his eyes you'd rush over, cupping his face and smiling when he melted in your hold.

"still here" you'd whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

his eyes would close at the contact of your lips, shoulders dropping and he'd wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto the bed. you'd giggle at the abrupt action to which he smiled, the sound erasing whatever post nightmare plagued him and grounding him in the sound.

with you in his embrace, right where you belonged, he'd drift slowly back into slumber. peacefully.

A meeting is about to start when his phone buzzes in his pocket. It’s around 12pm. So it must be a picture of what you’re eating for lunch.

maybe a sandwich with crisps? or maybe an açaí bowl from that new place you were talking about this morning.

He opened the notification.

Ghost slammed his phone face down on the table. Price and Soap looked at eachother confused, as did others in the room. The silence was awkward.

Maybe you had sent him in angry text ??

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Single Mom!reader

a/n: Genuinely i need this man irl, if you know where to find him, lmk. ENJOY!!💕

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley wakes up extra early to get your daughter dressed and fed, before taking and dropping her off at daycare, just so you can sleep in

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley will play barbie’s with your daughter to keep her occupied so she won’t bother you while you work. “Come er’ pretty girl, mamas busy right now. Let’s go play”

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley scanned every toy store and online store for the exact jumbo pink fluffy unicorn stuffed animal for your daughter, after she left it at a restaurant

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley shed a tear when your daughter brought him a piece a paper with colors scribbled on it, that said “Happy Father’s day!”. He hugged her and whispered, “Thank you baby”. To this day shes still the only one to see this man cry.

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley who agreed to accompanying you and your daughter to the park so quickly. He nearly ran out of his chair to get his shoes on. You couldn’t stop laughing when Simon fell of the swings.

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley who rocked your baby girl to sleep and sat with her for an hour before placing her in her own bed. He peppered her little face with kisses.

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley who stands in the kitchen making you tea, while you sit on the counter in his tshirt.

“Thank you, Si”

“For?” He grumbles

“For helping me, and loving her like shes your own”

He walks over to you and hands you the tea, then he places his hands on your waist. He kisses your forehead and says,

“Whatever keeps my girls happy”

18+ mdni

cw: minor mention of face sitting + being eaten out, simon being a freak, simon being very engrossed with your tiddies, spitting.

boyfriend!simon riley who's obsessed with your tits after you got them pierced.

It’s not like he wasn't already incredibly devoted to them. That man loved squishing your tits together and nuzzling his face in between them. Or falling asleep on your chest after a rough day and having you card your fingers through his hair until he eventually would fall asleep and snore like an old bastard.

Simon would leave marks all over them, take a picture for keepsake just so he could jerk off to them whenever you were gone or he'd be out for deployment. He even had an own folder for them on his phone. Yeah, he is very dedicated man.

There were times when looking at them through a picture wasn't enough and he'd end up video calling you just to beg to see them for a bit. Because he was that hooked on them.

And now that they were pierced? Oh boy, they are never EVER going to feel neglected. During sex he'll spit a fat glob of saliva onto the metal barbells, watching it dribble down the underside of your tits before licking it up and sucking on em like a starved dog.

''I could play with these puppies for hours, lovie.''

It's like he's become more filthy after you got them done.

He's noticed you like when he pulls on them as well. Especially when you've changed the jewelry to those with the little chains on them, so he can hook a thumb into each one and tug. Whether it's when you're riding him and he's sitting there all smug, pulling on them just to make you whine and plead.

Or when you're sitting on his face and he’ll reach up to play with them as your grinding down on his tongue so desperately, while he's eating you out like a five course meal.

He'll also pinch at them whenever you're causing a hissy fit so you'll gasp and try pushing his hands away and practically giving him the biggest death glare ever.

Which honestly doesn't work because you're simply just too cute to attempt to look serious.

''Si!'' You'll exclaim and pout all sweet while crossing your arms under your chest, making your tits push up so nicely and Simon's eyes are immediately fixated on them, watching the way the nipple piercings show through your shirt.

And even though he'd already spent about twenty minutes worshipping them in bed, he definitely wouldn't mind throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and taking you back, just do it all over again.

''Mhm?'' Simon barely hums in response as he's fully focusing on your tits, and you'll roll your eyes at him with a heavy sigh.

''You’re such a perv.''

a/n: give me a man as obsessed as him pls. this little blurb came to me at 6AM after having totally messed up my sleep schedule... sigh