#simon cod fanart

[druap]

chrysler season

[pickled0ctopus]

for study... of course

[cobaltbeam]

Normal conversations to have on the plane

I'm also doing more cod art on Patreon!

[z3nt5u]

Fishie.

[guhbwuh]

Animal crossing AUs you will always be famous to me

[fludderpy]

Mentally I’m still here… Soap wearing a skull mask and teasing Ghost with it………..

(The full comic is on p4tre0n! ✨🔞)

[accecakes]

It’s like lookin’ into the ocean~

[mizushibart]

Retirement. prevoiulsy a patreon exclusive

[tiredkatzz]

Gonna try my luck on tumblr again with cod fanart? I feel like nobody who follows me on my other platforms cares for my interest in cod so maybe I'll get new people here? Hello? Pls

This is all I've got so far cause I have no push to draw more fanart when nobody cares about it haha

[brainlice]

easy, white chocolate.. I wouldn’t want you to melt~ (´-ω-`)

[888888-88]

Good night Simon 💀💤🌛

Hi yall! I’m back🫶

Been resting 😴 and I feel much better now 🌸

Back in business mfckeerrrr👺👺👺👺👺👺👺

Love my scull pookie as always 💝

(He is drooling)

[druap]

raffle prize for @\Kaar_ne on twitter

diff version under the cut

[karuu-na]

those baby blues..

[angel-z-xdx]

MDNI 18+

“i have tattoos older than you swee’heart” simon riley x reader

 mentions of: vaginal sex, age gap (barerly leagle) choking, slapping,

You hadn’t meant to end up at his table.

He was the kind of man who took up space even in silence—hidden in the darkest part of the bar, smoke curling in the low light, the weight of him impossible to ignore. Tattoos crawled up his forearms in inky, precise lines, barely concealed under the sleeves of his black shirt. His fingers curled around a glass of whiskey like he owned the damn place, scars on his knuckles catching the light.

Simon didn’t speak first. He didn’t need to. You felt his eyes on you before you even reached him, a quiet permission wrapped in a dare.

“What’s a pretty thing like you want from me?” he asked, voice a low growl that slid down your spine.

You tilted your head. “Just thought your tattoos were cool.”

He scoffed softly, the corner of his mouth tugging upward in something too sharp to be a smile. “They’ve been there longer than you’ve been drinkin’, luv.”

That should’ve scared you off. You weren’t even sure why it didn’t.

By the time he walked you out of the bar, a cigarette tucked behind his ear and one heavy hand guiding the small of your back, your thighs were already pressing together with every step. He didn’t speak much on the way to his apartment—just the occasional grunt, the flick of his eyes on you, the tension so thick it nearly strangled you.

Inside his flat, the air was cooler, but it didn’t matter. You were burning.

“You’re really gonna let an old man like me ruin you, yeah?” he asked, voice husky as he locked the door behind you. His boots thudded on the floor as he stalked toward you. “Don’t even know what you’re askin’ for.”

“I know enough,” you breathed, already backing up until your spine hit the wall.

Simon’s hand cupped your jaw roughly, the pad of his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “We’ll see.”

He kissed you like he wanted to bruise you. No softness, just teeth and tongue and dominance. Your dress was hiked up before you could even whimper, his calloused hands dragging your panties down with a muttered, “Fuckin’ delicate little thing.”

When you moaned against his mouth, he laughed. “Oh, you’re filthy.”

He spun you around, pressing your chest to the cold wall, and shoved the dress up higher until your tits spilled out. His fingers trailed over the curve of your ass, admiring the way your body shook from the anticipation.

“You’ll take what I give you, won’t you?” he asked, one hand wrapping around your throat from behind, thumb pressing into the side just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Yes,” you gasped, your knees nearly buckling.

Crack.

His palm came down hard on your ass, making you jolt forward with a yelp.

“You’ll thank me for it too,” he said, slapping the other cheek just as hard. “Won’t you, sweetheart?”

“T-Thank you,” you whimpered, completely undone already.

“That’s my girl.”

He lined his cock up to your dripping cunt, teasing it through your folds as your body trembled. His head dropped to your shoulder, voice low in your ear.

“Wanna know a secret about these tattoos?” he rasped, rubbing the fat head of his cock against your soaked entrance. “They’re older than you.”

Your breath hitched, your back arching into him. “Don’t care,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut. “Feels too good.”

Simon groaned as he pushed inside, your tight heat sucking him in inch by inch. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he gritted. “So fuckin’ tight. Like this cunt was made for me.”

He didn’t ease into you. He fucked you like he had a point to prove—his hips snapping forward, slamming you into the wall, one rough hand gripping your hip while the other moved back to your throat. He squeezed, not too tight, but enough to make your vision shimmer at the edges.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, fucking you hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs. “You like gettin’ slapped and choked like a dirty little slag.”

You moaned out something incoherent, drooling as you tried to nod.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ thought so.”

His hand cracked against your ass again, and again, until you sobbed. “You’ll remember who owns this cunt,” he snarled, cock pistoning in and out of you, the sound of your slickness and skin slapping echoing around the room.

Simon’s ego was swelling with every broken noise you made, every twitch of your body around him. After years of jerking off in silence with his hand and a crumpled sock, he now had you—a warm, trembling, perfect mess.

“You’re already fuckin’ brainless,” he chuckled darkly, tapping your cheek with two fingers as your mouth fell open. “Look at you. Gettin’ all cockdrunk from an old man.”

“More—please, more,” you gasped, tears threatening to spill.

“You’ll get more,” he promised, dragging you back onto his cock with a savage thrust. “You’ll take every fuckin’ inch ‘til you’re cryin’ on it.”

holy heck i love this so much, tell me if i should make a tag list and add you!

[abc-ok]

Height difference 😌

[grimmroach]

every building soap destroys without clearance, ghost gets 1+ paperwork and 3+ hours of migraines