#cod simon

[starryylies]

Your first kiss with Simon

This is so self indulgent and probably ooc but mannnn I love gentle and attentive Simon

He never cared about this shit before, I mean it’s just a kiss. Can’t even remember when he had his

But when you come along he’s sure he wants this one to last

After overhearing your conversation with Gaz on how terrible your first kiss was,

he wants to make sure he will make up for that

Makes plans for a dinner date and a scenic walk in the park underneath the stars.

Makes sure to brush his teeth three times before leaving the house,

And keeping mints in his pocket for emergency.

After the dinner he holds your hand and walks with you, hearing you rant about what constellation is up in the sky

Unable to find a right chance to do it

He acts on instinct and lowers his head and gives you a soft kiss on your lips,

Licking the bottom of his taking in the taste of your bitter cherry lipgloss.

Leans away after a second, scanning your face to see if it there’s any sign of disapproval or disgust

your eyes sparkle underneath the moonlit sky and the corner of your lips turn upwards.

You were the prettiest sight he saw all night

And that makes him wanna kiss you again

this time a bit more deeper and a rougher,

Holding your body and cupping your face In a possessive grip.

Savouring each second,

Connecting his forehead with you after the kiss and smiling tooth to tooth while he cups your face gently and peppers soft kisses over it while you giggle about how he tastes like peppermint.

Extra

Was surprised when you kiss him back though

Kinda fucks up the tongue part since he’s nervous and accidentally bites you jk

But overall, it was the best kiss you had. One worthy of being your first atleast

[druap]

fandom's fav edgelord (sorry not sorry)

diff version under the cut

+ empty ver in case you wanna write sth else

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Price, who was sitting on the patio of Simon's newly painted house, sharing a beer with the man under the afternoon sun as they talked about renovation. Two men, shirtless under the sun, glistening sweat trickling down their chest as their belt bulges, hair pushed back with sweat and glittering under the sun.

Nikolai and Soap, who have suddenly never understood each other more. Why Soap would choose a man so unserious and brooding, why Nikolai would shag his captain after every damn mission. Because he would too, if he ever saw Price walking around like that.

[lostintransist]

Ever wake up on the wrong side of the bed? The one where murder seems like an appropriate response for a question said in jest and in care? No? Mmm, well I did.

Simon is the first one, but hell above, not the last one to piss me off today.

I am staring at the mess of files sitting on my desk. It was clear when I left for home yesterday, 100% clean, not now though. No, someone had dropped at least seven files, one of which I could see was marked above my clearance so I would have to figure out who I could ask to look at it so I could then figure out where it needed to go. My jaw popped as I worked it. Yelling at someone wouldn't help.

"Looking rough today. You take your meds?"

His gruff voice caught me in the neck. I went for the head.

Swinging my face around I glared up at him.

"Did you take your meds?" The sneer is clear in my tone.

"I don't take medication," Simon lifted a brow. It slipped up under the edge of his balaclava.

"Big ass motherfucker of a rain cloud pretending to be a man out here trying to tell me he doesn't take Lexapro? Get bent," I turn back to my desk starting to stack all the files in a pile instead of the heap they were found. "Asking me about my thyroid medication when his heart stops if a door is shut too hard. Be so fucking for real with me."

I heard his boots scuff against the floor even as I continued to mutter to myself. It was going to a long ass day.

[zombieplaygrounds]

Desperately trying to claw my way out of a writer's block </3

fluff with your roommate

"You look like shit," You mur through a stifled laugh, arms crossed over your chest as you stepped aside, letting Simon in. He was your roommate of about four years, you knew a little and a lot about him - more than most less than others. One thing that hadn't changed since the day you met him was the cluster of bruises and scars he'd newly have every time he came home from a lengthy work trip. Simon grumbled softly, dropping a duffle bag on the floor and ditching his suitcase. "Smell like it too." You laughed quietly at his gruff voice. He was such a brooding man, always grouchy looking with a stern scowl painted on his face. You shut the door behind him and pushed the luggage away with your foot. Your arms crossing. "You hungry?" Your words met with a growling hum in affirmation. You walked toward the kitchen, grabbing a clean rag and and wetting it slightly with warm sink water. Hissing a bit as the water stung you, earning a glance from Simon. Regardless of his confused stare you turned to face him and pressed the dirty rag against his face, wiping away some sweat and dirt. "Mm, they don't let you shower or something?" You giggled at your own words, the big brute stiffening at your touch before slowly grabbing your wrist. "I was rushin'" What was he? A child? You snickered at the thought, a smug look on your face as he let you wipe him clean. His calloused hand brushing your smooth forearm gently. His eyes staring down at you with a dead eyed look. Were his lashes always this long? You tutted your head to the side and smiled, "What's that look for?" "M'hungry." Simon softy grumbled, slowly taking the rag from your hand with his freehand. His lips pressed against your now bare hand, eye lids fluttering shut and your fingers lightly curling in surprise. He couldn't help but smirk just a bit at that reaction - your soft gasp, stumble back against the counter. You hadn't been touched in awhile. "What was that for..?" You softly grumbled, tugging your hand away from his mouth, but he kept it there, gently pressing another kiss to your soft skin. "Just gimme a min.." You hesitated for a moment, your mind feeling a bit confused at the sudden affection, but you slowly eased up, your freehand running your fingers along his arm. Touching the toned muscles that trembled and flexed at your touch. Simon slowly slump to sink into your shoulder, inhaling your scent with a low sigh. He smelt a bit like a cat - oddly enough. Dust, the sun, Earth. The thought of it relaxed you, your face dipping in his own shoulder. Your scent was the opposite of his. Something sweet, maybe a bit fruity, but also carrying the scent of whatever dinner you left warming in the stove for the night. You always whined about how the flavors settled better that way. And he whined that you were crazy. A shared embrace, his fingers digging into your shirt lightly tugging the fabric to watch it cling back to your body, your heart beats filling the empty space in either ones chest. This was nice; something you think to yourself when Simon suddenly pulls away gently patting your head, back to grumbling, "Gonna go for a wash." He walks off, leaving you stunned, perplexed, and lamenting the warmth that hugged your body just moments ago. You smell your shirt where his scent had stuck to - so warm. Your arms wrap around yourself as you leaned against the counter. A singular thought draping across your mind, "What was that?"

[just-some-user-hunny]

I'm in a whimsical mood rn so please indulge my idea of former stable boy turned knight Simon Riley and princess reader who were once childhood friends...

Ok but princess reader throwing her handkerchief to the mysterious new knight who just won the joust out of playful spirit- this brute of a man bound with a fortress of blackened armour and a fierceness akin to a grizzly bear. His stead was a strong and sturdy stallion- fur black as mahogany and sheening with sweat. Kicking at the sand clumped with blood and petals.

The crowd roared with delight and excitement as he lingered beneath your canopy, watching with glee as the opposing gentleman was wheeled away by a few fretful healers, left in a heap of broken flesh and splintered wood.

Your handkerchief falls, and he catches it in his gauntlet- glinting with silver and blood, imposing and mean. It was certainly mean to his opponent having been bludgeoned into his face. Some lord you couldn't recall the name of- proclaiming for your hand if he were to win. He hadn't even drawn his blade that rested at his hip- his jagged gauntlet fists were enough.

You didn't question the mysterious knights aggression to the lords proposal. A banter amongst men, You think. Smiling sweetly as your knight presses the delicate piece of cloth to his helmet- steel kisses silk, and he keeps it there. A Brutish steel paw keeping it cradled against the thin slits of his helmet, as if he was breathing it in. He was.

You can't help but be keen and lean over to capture a glance of this man's face as he slips his helmet down- just enough to capture a small glimpse of his eyes and the bridge of his nose.

Wispy blonde lashes. Stern Earthy brown eyes. Charcoal smudged skin... His gaze softens at you, and it stirs something in your chest. He seems so familiar...

It is too bad that you can't remember the wide-eyed stable boy who was once your companion in the hazy sunlit memory of your childhood. A boy with stern Earthy eyes and soft gold hair. The disposition of a fawn with gnarling teeth- trembling knees yet a fierceness to his gaze as he threw rocks at your tormentors of cruel ladies in waiting. You had only wanted to see the baby horses...

Simon. Simon the stable boy.

But look how far he's come now. A man filled out with muscle and brawn and hardened skin- a shell of gleaming armour and chainmail. Tall and poised and unshakeable.

The moment your father proclaims him your new protector, it makes it all worth it. The grueling years of hardship and training. The beating and suffering. The scuffed knees and bleeding knuckles.

You may not remember him, princess, but there's no worry for that.

He's now someone you can't forget.

[cheezbites]

How 141 As Teachers Would React To You Calling Them By Their First Name

Simon: would probably ignore you/pretend not to hear until you finally address him properly

Gaz: Wouldn’t really mind or would say “How can I help you, Mr/Miss L/N?”

Soap: “I think you meant Mr MacTavish?”//“For you, that’d be Mr MacTavish.”

Price: Is honestly startled so he hides his nervous-laugh before scolding you😭

How TF141 Would Be As Teachers

Masterlist

[tumblerlove]

I'm currently working on a request so don't think i feel off the planet... cause the bitch is back 🫡

[artic-willow]

Day 8: "Nose bleed"

!TW: Blood, gross stuffs!

Nasty.

First attempt on Sketchbook app.👀

[starryylies]

Simon just the tip Riley

Spreading out virgin! reader’s pussy out just by his thick head

Hushed promises of

“It’ll fit like a glove princess”

“Don’t’cha worry m gonna make yr little cunt feel so good”

And praises like

“Yr’ gonna milk me dry in less than a minute if ya grip on me so tight baby”

soon turn to Simon just the tip Riley being balls deep inside of you, thrusting into you like a rabid animal cumming in your sore cunny in less than five minutes.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊⋆ ₊ ﾟ ☽ * ₊ ⋆* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊⋆ ₊ ﾟ ☽ * ₊ ⋆ ੈ✩

Credits of header to @anitalenia

[druap]

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Nikolai and Simon's asses are so thick it makes shorts sheer whenever they do squats.

Poor fabric clinging onto dear life as both John and Johnny stare with far too much intent at their partners.

[lostintransist]

Sniff, sniff. It's all done! The full story of Vagabonds of L Detachment is posted on AO3! Find chapter one here. Creme (the spectacular artist I got to work with) has all the art for this story over on Twitter (previews) and Bluesky (full art)!

[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: noncon hinted, hinted somno, creampies, sexual fantasies, masturbation, fem! afab reader, forced impregnation, stalker behavior, dead dove do not eat

MDNI.

It rained today; it had rained the day before as well. But today was different - at least, for Simon it was. The usual scent of cigarette the reeked around the neighborhood was washed away by the sweet, fresh fragrance of rain. He couldn't fucking sleep for the life of him, too accustomed to his shitty, inflexible work schedule. Sleep for three hours, wake up, report in, missions, come back, standing duty, work out. It was a filthy, scrambled jumble of a schedule that made his brain hurt.

His only luxury was the reservation of his civilian life.

Didn't socialize. Hell, he barely even glanced at someone's face for longer than a few seconds - didn't need to. He had already memorized their features for as long as he deemed important. Which is how he got to finding you.

You, his pretty little neighbor. You were all too fucking sweet for a bastard like him to have such possessive fantasies about. Spend the day time outside, tending to a garden, barbequing, reading a book while bathing in the sun. Your reading glasses were a cute look for you, as was everything else.

And in the evening, when you got to cooking, you'd prop open your kitchen window and let the food cool down. The sound of your dishes being scrubbed could be heard from his own yard - it's not eavesdropping if you're so got damn loud, darling. You yammer to your friend about life, work, the bullshit you experience and the guy who tried to get in your pants last week.

Oh, a pretty thing like you doesn't deserve to tell such vulgar stories. And Simon knows it's wrong to listen. He really does have morals, and respect, and chivalry. Sure, it's hard to prove that when he's fisting his hung cock. Muffling his grunts with sucks of air and shaky exhales.

Your laugh makes his cock twitch, and your sweet little "Mhmm"s make his tip leak with bitter tasting pre. He's sure he'd taste awful, splattered in your mouth. He was sure that you were spoilt on the delicacy meals you'd make in your kitchen. Simon wouldn't force you to endure something so cruel. He'd let his cream fill your cunt, holding your hand while you cry through your orgasm, because he is a gentleman.

Realistically, Simon probably couldn't last long. Especially given the way he busted in his pants the one time you came over to the fence, leaning over it with a hop on your ladder. Gave him a great view of your tits, something you had to be aware of as you begged him to give you some of the oranges from his tree.

'Course, he complied, who was he to reject his sweet little thing?

But love, when you initiate something like that, don't be surprised when the creep at your work randomly disappears. And when you wake up to the window you left open last night closed shut, and your panties full of a sticky white liquid. If they were even still on, you'd be lucky to have some dirty panties left.

You figured, you were a sleep walker. So innocent you are. Go to the doctor about all the "discharge" leaking out of you, not even questioning the throb against your cervix and imagining they were just some cramps from an upcoming period. One that never would come. And only when he hears you sobbing while waiting for one of your pies to cool down will he approach, very sweetly asking what's wrong. Leaning by your window well you break the news to him. You're gonna be a mother, and you don't even know the father. You've been abstinent for months!

Much to your surprise, your neighbor, generously offers to help. Because baby, he gets those combat paychecks; money isn't an issue for him. Simon would generously help you, from the bottom of his heart, with no ill intent, of course.

The military offered great family benefits, after all.

ahh </3 I haven't written in so long :T

anyways i wanted to try writing somno stuff because why not.

[just-some-user-hunny]

Simon who had brunette hair as a child and grew out of it, unrecognizable as an adult when his hair thins out and his muscles fill in. From a scrawny teen to a being described as nothing else but a behemoth.

Of course you wouldn't recognize him, not even his own parents could have if they didn't watch him grow before death came to them. But he. He would recognize those eyes anywhere, any day, even through a frostbitten blizzard he would find you.

And one day he did. Dropped down onto a shithole somewhere in boston, cold, almost wishing a stray snowflake would come visit him so his captain would delay the trip. In a glimpse he saw you and came running.

All in the blink of an eye he stalked you through the week. Home, work, social activities like even going to the supermarket he recorded. Watching you live for months before he decided to step in.

Your rent was late, perfect timing.

OOOGGGAAAAA 👀👀👀

The only memory of your dear Simon being that scrawny brunette boy who was all height and limbs, tending to your littler form as he'd let you cling to the sleeves of his shirts and listen to you ramble on with your imagination and dreams. Grass scuffed jeans and picked daisies, swing sets and scuffed school books. He was odd- soft and bruised in the face, his eyes brown and wide and serious, his brow far too stern for a lad his age.

How could you recognise him now when he's a man? Scruffy short Sandy blonde hair and light eyelashes. A walking corpse made up of brawn and grit and hardship. Your head barely reaches his shoulders- which are so broad and strong, you feel like shrinking to make way for him when he passes in the shopping aisle.

You couldn't have known better in that split moment- when he grabbed the box of cereal for you that had been placed at the very top. This masked stranger handed it to you- offering it to you soundlessly as you thanked him, shy because this doesn't happen often.

"thank you...". You offered a small smile, gracious and tired. He didn't say anything. Only stared at you with his wide brown eyes with a brow set too stern for someone casually shopping at 5 in the evening.

"mhm".

You couldn't help but watch him in the corner of your eye as he walked away. Watching his shoulders and back muscles, eyeing him over, because you swear you've seen eyes like that before... Reminding you of a distant foggy memory. A faceless figure in a distant dream that you could recall.

A name settled on the tip of your tongue, and you could quite find it. Oh that's so frustrating.

Too bad. Your name was a well acquainted taste in his mouth.

[gobblethiskitty]

only in the fic shall they be toxic😌

Thinking about patching up ex-husband Simon Riley. He comes in with the cloak of darkness not close to sunrise, a witching hour of sorts. Three slow deliberate knocks on the other side of your door. No more and no less. Staring at the mahogany frame, you could ignore him. It would be for the best.

But ghosts tend to haunt all night.

So you'll let him in.

You always do.

Bloodied knuckles with a nasty gash on his upper eyebrow. He'll hoist you onto the bathroom countertop with your legs spread as he steps between them. Firm hands grip your waist, grounding you in your stupid decision to let your ex back into your life. Again. He doesn't flinch as you swipe the alcohol soaked towel over his eyebrow wound. Determined eyes search your face in hopes you'll crack under his gaze.

"Ask me what happened." He whispers.

"No." you dab the towel more firmly on his eyebrow as it soaks the raging red liquid.

Simon grabs your wrist and leans down, his lips pressing into the shell of your ear. "Really?" Your heart pounds in your chest, as your body betrays you for your ex -- feeling a heat set every fiber of you ablaze. His teeth grazing your skin as he noses his way down the column of your neck and breathes in your unyielding scent. He knew the effect he still had on you and you hated yourself for it.

"Birdie really doesn't wanna know what I did to that bloke you went out with last week?"