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Times where Simon Riley gets a cute aggression over you

Simon Riley, who just got home from a 4-month military mission in Mexico, long past midnight, only to find you fast asleep on the couch—still waiting for him. Your cheek was squished against the pillow, lips slightly parted, brows faintly furrowed. He stood there in silence, staring at you with a rare softness for more than just a minute (definitely more than five), before carefully scooping you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style, and laying you down in your shared bed where you could rest properly.

Simon Riley, who caught sight of you at the bedroom’s desk, brows knitted in focus as you poured yourself into your work. The sight made his chest ache in that way he could never put into words—half love, half frustration at how unfairly cute you looked when concentrating so hard. Without a word, he tilted your chin up with his thumb, before peppering lingering kisses across your forehead and cheeks—his silent, overflowing way of telling you to take a break.

Simon Riley, who’s never been the best cook, but still insists on cooking for you because nothing makes him happier than watching your nose crinkle and your eyes light up when you taste his food. He wipes the stray sauce from the corner of your lips with his thumb before popping it into his mouth with a quiet, satisfied smirk.

Simon Riley, who buys you Jellycat plushies because he secretly finds it endearing how you treat them like little children, calling him the “dad” of your growing collection. He pretends to grumble, but he always gives in because your joy is worth it.

Simon Riley, who has a strict schedule when it comes to the gym during his military breaks, and you tagging along with him—not because you’re committed to the workout, but because you’re just as clingy. You perch yourself on a stationary bike or some random equipment, legs swinging idly, pretending to keep busy. He knows full well you’re not there to train, but to sneak glances at him as he bench presses, watching every rep with a little too much interest. The sight of you trying to look innocent while clearly admiring him never fails to make the corner of his mouth tug into the faintest smile.

Simon Riley, who spends hours locked in an online meeting with the special forces, headset on and eyes sharp, while you lie on the bed behind him—pouting, brows furrowed, waiting impatiently for his attention and the warmth of his touch. He sneaks glances at you between calls, fighting the urge to laugh at your sulking.

Simon Riley, who loves nothing more than waking up with you wrapped around him like a koala. Even with the expanse of the king-sized bed, you ignore your pillows and always cling to him—legs hooked around his hips, face buried against his chest or neck, as if you’re part of him.

Simon Riley, who just took off his mask, and you immediately smothered his face with quick kisses, everywhere you could reach. You loved these rare moments, knowing he didn’t often let his mask slip around others. He couldn’t stop the small huff of laughter at your eagerness, eyes crinkling as he muttered under his breath about how impossible you were. Still, he adored the way you looked at him with those soft, doe eyes��so full of love it made him want to squeeze you tight and never let go.

Simon Riley, who can’t help but feel a constant wave of cute aggression toward everything you do. Because he loves you so much—so deeply—that it overwhelms him. And more than anything else, he knows he can’t, and won’t, imagine his life without you.

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Rommy i want garlic bread

This is the type of shit kyles partner would wake him up at 3 am to tell him.

Sleepy as hell, he jerks awake when you shake his shoulders, barely registering the "kyle...baby I want garlic bread...." right before you pass tf out again.

Kyle, sweet, horribly in love kyle, cant let things lie. He WILL be getting you that garlic bread whether you remember your sleep-addled comment or not! Which is how you wake up near noon with the house smelling of garlic and spices, cheese and tomatoes. Entering the kitchen to find steaming slices of garlic bread with a delicious soup to enjoy it with. Kyle in the center of it all with a big smile, the only payment he wants is to see you enjoy the food.....and maybe a kiss on the cheek.

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Hi can we have more pebble playing guitar and maybe PLEASE band!141

I need to see soap playing drums it’d make me so happy

From a guitarist, the flower question person

Ofc, anything for you flower question anon <3

Band tf141 💖

Gaz is the lead singer, you can't argue with me. Man's got all the charm and he's smart asf, you just know he'd be so good at marketing.

Price gets the bass.

Soap is on drums.

Ghost is on the guitar.

And here's Pebble on an acoustic guitar, maybe playing for her team on base.

Little guys.

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Grumpy x Sunshine Prompts

⸺ “Why are you always frowning?” - “Why are you always... existing near me with joy?”

⸺ “Smile more.” - “You smile enough for the both of us.”

⸺ “You’re not actually mad at me.” - “I’m always mad at you.” - “You’re literally smiling right now.”

⸺ “Let me in. Stop pretending you don’t care.” - “I’m not pretending.” - “You brought me soup when I sneezed once.”

⸺ “You hate everyone but me.” - “Don’t test that.”

⸺ “I like when you laugh.” - “I don’t laugh.” - “You just did.”

⸺ “If you punch someone for being rude to me again, I swear—” - “—they deserved it.”

⸺ “You keep acting like you don’t like me.” - “Because when I do, I fall too hard. And I don’t know how to do soft.”

⸺ “You're like a grumpy little cactus.” - “And you’re like a hyper golden retriever. We shouldn’t work.”

⸺ “Then why do we?” - “…I don’t know. But I’m not letting go.”

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Grumpy x Sunshine Prompts

⸺ “Why are you always frowning?” - “Why are you always... existing near me with joy?”

⸺ “Smile more.” - “You smile enough for the both of us.”

⸺ “You’re not actually mad at me.” - “I’m always mad at you.” - “You’re literally smiling right now.”

⸺ “Let me in. Stop pretending you don’t care.” - “I’m not pretending.” - “You brought me soup when I sneezed once.”

⸺ “You hate everyone but me.” - “Don’t test that.”

⸺ “I like when you laugh.” - “I don’t laugh.” - “You just did.”

⸺ “If you punch someone for being rude to me again, I swear—” - “—they deserved it.”

⸺ “You keep acting like you don’t like me.” - “Because when I do, I fall too hard. And I don’t know how to do soft.”

⸺ “You're like a grumpy little cactus.” - “And you’re like a hyper golden retriever. We shouldn’t work.”

⸺ “Then why do we?” - “…I don’t know. But I’m not letting go.”

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Part 2 cause yall liked the lil blurb thingy (1)

Linecook!simon who knows when you haven’t eaten enough.

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He’s indefinitely tuned to you and your feelings, the micro expressions a language only he understands fluently. Each step of anger or bounce of happiness all caught by him and him only.

So, of course he notices when you haven’t come in by lunch to ask him to make you something. It’s weird and sets him off. All his senses pointing to something being wrong. Maybe with him but never you.

Had he made you mad? Had he messed up an order? Made your favorite sandwich wrong? Messed up his signature sauce?

The thoughts raced and he couldn’t help but abandon post and look for you.

The sight he found made him furious: you, being heckled and yelled at by unknowns, people he wouldn’t mind putting his fist through.

His steps towards the scene were foreboding and unnerving, unsettling anyone nearby.

“There a problem?” He says, but it’s not a question. It’s a warning.

“Ye-” one of the guys starts before quieting down at the large body just behind you.

You don’t cower, but you welcome his presence. It’s been a while since Simon has come out of the kitchen, knowing well enough why he was kept back there.

You finally turned to Simon, his own eyes burrowing into the group behind you.

“One of them said his burger was undercooked and that the fries were too soggy.” You relay, watching Simon’s eye twitch before falling on you.

He stares for a moment, longer than what’s normally acceptable, but he can’t help himself.

“And how the fuck is that their problem?” He asks the group, rough voice quieting the entirety of the restaurant.

“W-well—”

“As far as I’m concerned they aren’t the one back there cooking. So if you’ve got a problem you come talk me, not them.” He barks out, glaring at the group in a quick swoop.

“Speak.” He growls out. “Tell me what I messed up.” He continues.

The group is quiet, none look at the burly cook with a blood spattered apron and big hands large enough to snuff out a bear.

“Yell at them, or any fucking waiter again and I will show you why I’m kept in the back. And the tip better be fucking twice what you paid here.” He says after an uncomfortable amount of silence.

You say nothing, before following him into the back, eyes shining in thanks.

“You didn’t have to, Si.” You say though you couldn’t deny that it was kinda hot.

“Some people need to learn some fucking manners.” He murmurs, already starting on your sandwich now that he’s got you all to himself and can fill your stomach to his hearts content.

“But you didn’t have to threaten them— and twice the bill?” You continue on. “Si, I mean really, what if we get bad reviews—”

He puts something in your mouth. Something new, his own creation. He had been a little flustered to let anyone try it until he had perfected it, but he really didn’t need a lesson on manners right now.

You shut up however, not even realizing how hungry you were until you start munching, eyes wide and wanting more.

“Wha— Simon, do you have more?” You ask eagerly.

For you, always. “Only for quiet waiters.” He teases, watching you as he flips whatever was in the pan.

You can only nod, mouth open and waiting for more as he pops another piece into your mouth.

You eat in silence, him watching your every expression as you chewed, silently hoping that it was as good as he thought it’d be. Your opinion was the only one that mattered when he tried something new in the kitchen.

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:) hope you enjoyed 🖤🩶🤍

@drewsuncrustables

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Simon didn't care about the fact that he shared a flat with someone. At all.

He was so non-disturbed about it in fact that he put no effort into acting even half-decent.

It wasn't rare to see Simon jerking off in his room with an open door, or watch the tv with his cock out, that a towel should be covering.

He just... didn't give a fuck.

It was annoying. Sure.

But you weren't gonna leave it that way. If he was gonna be an ass. You were gonna be an even bigger ass.

You made sure to put lipstick on every time you made yourself coffee, taking his mugs, pressing the stain in there real good and letting it marinate for a couple hours. Maybe even days.

Borrowed his towels, since you shared a bathroom, and made sure to use them for makeup removal.

When you put perfume on you also made sure to drown the room in it.

Everytime you were bringing out the trash, you took his boots, which made you waddle... but that's not important, what is important is that you made sure to get them dirty as fuck, mud, sand, rocks in them?

You did your very best to be the absolute ass you could be able to be.

Only for the whole thing to be answered with a dirty pair of your panties on your bed, with a heart on them, made of seemingly semen.

"Got you pretty good, huh?" A very proud voice said from your doorway.

That night you learnt that being an asshole was his way of flirting... and he thought you too... were flirting.

Which is also how you ended up bent over that very bed. Those same panties stuck in your mouth while he rearranged your insides and sucked on your neck like a vampire.

By the time he was done with you, you did feel like all the blood had been sucked out of you.

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★must have romance mods | 15+ links★

I'm a sucker for love. I love LOVE and one thing that has always bothered me about the game is how unrealistic and simple it can be for your sims to find love, so here's a round-up of some of my favorite mods that make it more enjoyable to find love, whether it's with a sim looking for their one true love, a sim looking for someone polyamorous like them, or a sim who isn't quite ready for love, but still wants to have a little fun. Check out the video on my channel ❣️

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Dating Apps: ☼ Simda Dating App - @littlemssam ☼ Meet & Mingle Dating App - Lumpinou Romance Systems: ☼ Wonderful Whims - Turbo Driver ☼ Wicked Whims - Turbo Driver ☼ Open Love Life - Lumpinou ☼ No Strings Attached - Lumpinou ☼ Road to Romance - Lumpinou ☼ Relationship & Pregnancy Overhaul - Lumpinou Romantic Interactions & Animations: ☼ Bed Cuddle - thepancake 1 & @mizoreyukii ☼ Pillowtalk After Woohoo - Shimrod101 ☼ The One with All The Romance - @katiemods ☼ More Kisses - @maplebellsmods ☼ Cute Romance - thepancake1 & @mizoreyukii ☼ Carry & Kiss Interaction - Khlas ☼ Passionate Gifts - @utopya-cc ☼ Kiss n Grind - @utopya-cc Wicked Whims Animation SFW Creators* ☼E404P ☼Kiki Chain ☼Grey Naya

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Wicked Whims animations 𓆩♡𓆪

I'm often asked on tiktok what are the animations I use, so here is a list ‎✮⋆˙

First of all you need to download Wicked Whims mod. The instructions are simple, just follow them carefully.

Now let's move on to the animations.

On the podium:

𝜗𝜚 1. Greynaya

𝜗𝜚 2. Kiki Chain*

𝜗𝜚 3. Error404philips

To follow:

𝜗𝜚 4. YrSa*

𝜗𝜚 5. Mike24

𝜗𝜚 6. Nevely42*

𝜗𝜚 7. Yummy-o-tummy

𝜗𝜚 8. Salarmoj*

𝜗𝜚 9. Lamaboy*

𝜗𝜚 10. Cipher

𝜗𝜚 11. Foxsi*

𝜗𝜚 12. VMS (searching by “ww” on Patreon)

𝜗𝜚 13. Mia*

𝜗𝜚 14. Lupobianco*

𝜗𝜚 15. Lamaboy*

𝜗𝜚 16. Onizu*

𝜗𝜚 17. Motherlodesims*

𝜗𝜚 18. Anacris*

𝜗𝜚 19. Azmodan*

𝜗𝜚 20. Amra72*

𝜗𝜚 21. Swee3

𝜗𝜚 22. LPGS

𝜗𝜚 23. Golden88*

𝜗𝜚 24. Savaccini*

These are just some of the animators, on the official website you can find many more ‎♡

*[To download the animations marked with an asterisk you need to have an account on the LoversLab website]

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just thinking about getting trapped in an abandoned church with ghost when a storm breaks, splitting the team up, and suddenly it’s just the two of you.

the ceiling leaks through fractured stone and rotted wood, holy water not from a font but from the sky itself. the chapel is a lung breathing damp air, incense long fled, candle soot the only relic clinging to the ribs. stained glass clots the windows like bruises, Mary and Michael and nameless saints reduced to shards. the aisle wears a spine of puddles and every drop is a bead on a rosary no one dares finish.

he stands where the altar meets the world, not as a priest or a penitent but cut from shadow and rain, steam lifting from his shoulders like he crawled up out of Hell with the devil’s rosary around his neck and your name between his teeth. you kneel because your legs have already decided what your mind is too afraid to confess.

“you know this ain’t redemption, love,” he rasps, voice low and frayed. water drips from his lashes and his mask is all shadows and ruin, the flicker of your lantern painting him half-angel, half-beast. “you kneelin’ like that… it’s not gonna save either of us.”

you breath comes shallow. the floor beneath you is cold, stone slick with moss and sacrilege. your fingers curl into the grooves of the worn altar and a breathy laugh escapes you.

“I don’t want saving.”

your lantern coughs a thin gold halo and it slides over his mask, makes a black chapel of his eyes. he comes forward in the steady cadence of a man who has already decided to sin and is now only choosing the scripture.

gloved fingers bracket your jaw and his thumb drags the seam of your lower lip, unhurried, a demand disguised as curiosity. he tips your face up until your neck angles like a prayer and the ache of it feels like a vow.

“you’ve got your mouth open,” he murmurs. “can’t tell if you’re prayin’ or beggin’.”

“both,” you say, and mean it.

he removes his gloves with his teeth. scars ladder his knuckles; you map them with your eyes as if they’re scripture too. when his bare hand cups your face, heat floods you from sternum to stomach, a liturgy of nerves.

you don’t dare blink, because the way he’s looking at you isn’t human. it’s worship. faith. hunger.

his zipper hisses like a serpent.

you never thought your knees would ache from this too.

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my man my man my man 😔

one day I’ll show a picture of him to my kids and tell them he was supposed to be their daddy. but he was lost at war so I had to marry their fuck ass dumb father

anyways enjoy

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Ghost and his weird ass flirting habits?

Ghost is weird, everyone knows this, but he's been extra weird around you recently.

You wouldn't say threatening but... there's something about the way Ghost's eyes track you around the room. Like he's a predator waiting to pounce. You catch sight of his hand slipping to the hilt of his knife multiple times while he watches you. As if he's holding himself back from pulling it out. Odd. But nothing serious given the weird array of people you've met in the special forces.

Then he starts getting handsy. Absolutely no care for who's in the room when he decides to grab at you. It's not even in a sexual way, that probably would've been preferred at this point. No, he grabs you like he's dissecting you. A thick hand circling your bicep, giving a light squeeze then disappearing, gauging the fat. Or pressing down on your stomach and feeling the way it twitches. Sometimes he mutters comments to you, simple observations like "you've got a strong pulse. Fuckin' bleed like hell when you get shot I bet."

The team will be sparring and Ghost will shove you to the mats. A palm pressing down hard on your throat, nearly bruising. It's difficult to breathe, and your nails are biting into his wrists so hard blood bubbles around them. He's smiling under his mask "It'd be hard to kill you. Yer a fighter, I'd probably have to bust your kneecaps first."

He lets up the pressure and helps you stand. You try to shake off the weird mix of intrigue and fear sticking under your skin. Flushed at the idea yet dread curling at how genuine he sounds. It's fine. He wouldnt hurt you, right? Laughing weakly as soap pats you on the shoulder and steps onto the mats with price. "You've got a weird way of flirtin' Lt."

Ghost just laughs, looks at you with an amused expression, dips down to whisper in your ear "If I were really flirtin' you'd be begging me to stop...or to kill you already. Freak."

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kpop demon hunters

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boop! forgot to post this here

also a lil bonus if you wanna connect it to my other post :3

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cw: reader mentioned younger than simon, gunplay, romantic story of two freaks.

simon riley knows you have something on him, the curious thing you are, drawn like a pretty butterfly to the flytrap, not knowing well that he can devour you, drag down and never let you leave, perhaps, you wouldn't even be against it, not with your gaze fluttering all over his body in gear, focusing on the flex of his beefy muscles, distracted so easily by his mere presence in the same room.

that's shouldn't be a thing, you're a soldier, just like him, not nearly his rank, too young and inexperienced for that, but always around many men, in gear, without, sweaty, grumpy or cheesy, there's plenty to look at, but you're hopelessly drawn to your lieutenant, swallowing down a lump everytime you meet across the hallway, hiding the simmering desire, innocent attraction behind a polite greeting.

shameless, you are barely able to hide how wet he makes you, your thighs clenched together during the briefing, listening to his voice booming across the room, hoarse, smoky, enough to make you space out, imagine the words he could rumble in your ear, low and burning a patch right to your tummy, and suddenly you're too uncomfortable in your cargo pants, fabric digging into your mound, where your pussy is all engorged and sopping, pulsing a rhythm, as you squeak an excuse to the restroom.

simon can't deny his own interest, you're sweet, not jumping on him, hanging off his bicep like a clingy type he was used to encounter before, you try to hide how he makes you feel, to no avail, a thing that could've passed with any other men, not with him, so he corners you after the briefing, when you itch to leave the room as fast as you can, ending up squeezed against the too narrow doorway his body nudges you against.

no one around to see how his masked face brushes over your ear, whispering to meet him at the evening in his quarters, to talk, face burning hot, and your eyes meet for a mere second, enough to see something strange there, lurking deep in, amused creases around that is so easy to notice at the close contact, before he steps aside, spine straightening like a wire, leaving you alone, giving you time to think.

simon finds you easily in his quarters, right at the time for a little show, to get yourself in this little trap, only his figure in the dim lightning of the room, sitting with his muscular legs spread wide, meaty thighs tense against his pants, a strap around holding from snapping, holster of his gun empty, because it's in his hands, disassembled, he puts piece after piece back, teasing his fingers around, veiny and thick, he plays with your imagination, while toying with his weapon.

a whisper of what to come, if you'll let him see how really weak you are for your lieutenant, and you do, eyes wide, mouth slacking around a pathetic, spilling whimper, along with a breathy question of what you're doing here, but you already know, a smart soldier, biting down at your lip when simon spares a glance at you, predatory with corroding hunger, even while being outcompeted by the darkness, and you take the invitation.

simon spreads you on his lap, just like that, still in his gear, if not for his naked cock rubbing against the small of your back, tip drooling, throbbing against your now slicked skin, precum sticky and stretching with a short, glistening string, just as your slick, coating the cold, thick barrel of his gun that rubs at your spread pussy, hole dripping, coating the metal with a wet sheen, as you keen, voice pitched and trembling, calling to him so seductively.

you know it's empty, full magazine strewn on the bedside table, but knowing it's his weapon, one and only that he carries all the time with him, makes you gush, bobbing your head when simon growls cruelly in your ear that you seem to like it, breath labored, searing, hand forcing the muzzle so it's will nudge against your gaping, clenching hole, as your thighs shake, toes twitching, curling in the air with your legs forced to spread eagerly, and you don't move to squeeze them, head lolling back as you try to rub against his pulsating, swollen cock.

perhaps, the feeling is mutual, there's no way simon wouldn't recall the sound of your sobbing, sweet voice calling for him, the sight of your pretty pussy squeezing greedily the closer you got to cum, soaking the gun and the front of his pants, every small piece of that encounter making him tongue at his canines, mouth filling with saliva born out of greediness, glancing over your sleeping form, cuddled naked beneath his blanket

for sure, he got a liking for you too.

main masterlist. quidelines.

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but what if you're too shy during sex to let your pleasure be known? every slick, trembling movement of your hips is proof your body is betraying nothing, but your mouth is a cage, lips clamped tight, cheeks burning, desperate to stay quiet. you're too self-conscious to let the sounds be free.

but simon isn't having it.

a rough hand slides to your jaw, tilting your head. then fingers press into your mouth, curling between your molars, forcing your lips apart.

"stop hidin'," he growls, low and rough. "your pussy's singin' for me. why can't your mouth do the same?"

your eyes squeeze shut, but he tilts your head back, a thumb flat on your tongue, holding your jaw in place, and a shaky little moan escapes, muffled through his fingers.

"be louder. my hearin' ain't what it used to be."

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When you’re hungry and remember the line cook has a crush on you.

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You make your way to the back, rush hour finally slowing down enough for you to decompress.

“Simon?!” You call out, his response immediate.

“Yes, love?” He inquires, poking his head around the corner.

You’re a bit shy about it, but your stomach protest louder than you think as he eyes your middle before dragging lidded eyes back up to yours.

“Could you make me a sandwich, please?”

He silently nods, turning back to the sizzling stove, your sandwich the only thing on his mind. The others before could wait, his favorite waiter was hungry…