#simon simp

[fandomwe1rd0]

Never thought I'd be doing a poll like this but...fuck it

Propagranda is not only allowed but encouraged!

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

lmao thinking about how the tf141 men know you're serious by the way you say their given names. like they just turn docile immediately, no matter what they're doing or their positions.

“kyle, johnny, zip it.” swiveling in your chair, you turn your gaze towards them and glare, lips set into a thin line. the two men who sit next to each other stop their quiet bickering and nod softly, focusing on laswell once more.

ghost usually avoids doing med checkups when the time of year rolls around and it just ends up making the medical professional's jobs harder than it needs to be (they usually come to you in order to get him to do it.) “simon, i’m not in the mood. now.” he sulks and broods (swears he doesn't.) but nonetheless does the med check up, that you sit in on so he doesn't run.

price isn't exempt from it either, despite being captain. during a mission including farah and her people, the two had been going back and forth on the trek to the meet-up point. annoyed you had stopped price with a hand to his chest and met his eyes. “john, leave it alone. we don't have time for this.” he’d kept eye contact for a bit but had nodded, clapping you on the shoulder. “heard, seargent.”

ppl call you the 141 whisperer 💀 lolll

[slater-baby]

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[s0fter-sin]

ghost who never lets soap reciprocate

he’s happy to use his cock; to push soap onto his back or his stomach or hell against a wall and fuck him through orgasm after orgasm, even lets soap suck him off to satisfy his oral fixation. but he never lets go; never lets himself cum even after fucking soap out of his mind and his body aches with need

soap accepts it as part of who ghost is; chalks it up to intimacy or control issues, maybe something to do with his past trauma. maybe that moment of release, when you’re so blinded by how good you feel that you can’t keep aware of your surroundings, is just too much vulnerability for a man like him

little does he know it’s actually bc ghost immediately falls asleep after he cums and he doesn’t want to miss out on giving soap aftercare and watching him fall asleep in his arms

[sky-is-the-limit]

Both my lips smiling rn.

[kortac-sweetheart]

the heart thing makes sense but please elaborate anyways 🙏-simp anon

sure! anything for you sweetie

i think that for those that give you their own beating heart, guys specifically like nikto, ghost and keegan it stems from them lacking something in their lives.

ghost and keegan for the most part had terrible childhoods, with simon having a terribly dysfunctional family and keegan being a child soldier. they didn’t have anyone to really provide for them, so in their eyes, being able to provide anything for you now is how they show their love to you.

they would go to the ends of the earth to make sure that you’re comfortable, to provide for all your wants and needs because they never had their own met in their lives.

simon lives to see you happy and healthy, all soft and comfortable and warm around him. when at the end of the day you two find yourselves wrapped up in each other, under the warm duvet and you lay your head on his chest and look up adoringly at him, he remembers that you’re what he’s fighting for.

you look at him like he’s everything, like he hung every single twinkling star in the inky night sky and he never wants that look in your eyes to fade. so that’s why he’d do anything for you.

you want the shirt off his back? it’s yours.

you want someone else’s still beating heart? it’s delivered directly to you in his still bloodied hands.

you want his own heart?

he’d carve it out of his chest right in front of you.

as for keegan, when he was a part of the ghosts he’s always had that sort of, protective, caring role. it’s especially noticeable when you remember how he interacts with logan. always looking out for the youngest, and in this case that would be you.

he grew up without others really caring about him on a human level, that’s just the way it is when you’re a soldier, let alone a child soldier now doing spec-ops.

he takes care of others because he himself wanted to be taken care of, it’s him in a way projecting what he wanted when he was younger but it also brings him a sense of fulfillment knowing that he’s the one keeping you safe, happy and healthy.

it brings himself a sense of comfort to know that you’re well taken care of, because he cares— incredibly deeply about you, and it’s reassuring to know that he’s the one taking care of you. (just a little bit of a control freak, but it helps the both of you so…)

that’s why, if you asked for it, he would most certainly serve you his own heart. without question. if you needed it, you needed it, simple as. it’s as natural as the sky being blue or how the earth moves around the sun, it’s just how things are.

and as for nikto… do i really need to elaborate? oh might as well. you’re the light of his life and he would do anything to keep you happy. a mangled, beastly and broken man like him has no business being around someone as sweet as you, but you came to him— and he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. after all that’s happened to him, he’ll take any scrap of good fortune he can get, and with you?

he hit the jackpot.

he’ll do anything for you, he’ll sever his own arm and feed you it himself if you so desired it. but you never ask for much from him, instead you give and give and give him your love; spoiling him in it.

he deems it only right to return the favor tenfold.

you make his life feel like the sweetest of dreams, fluffy and warm and soft— and he wants to make it a reality for you. he’ll build the perfect life for you with his own hands, and if you required his beating heart for it then it’s offered to you without a second thought.

in turn, guys like johnny and gary provide because they were very well loved growing up. the spring of their love inside their soul overflowing constantly for you, their love for you fills their entire body and it makes them restless, wanting—no, needing to show you the true depths of their devotion.

the sheer magnitude of their love is overwhelming, little gestures and caresses don’t even scratch the surface of it. it’s not enough, nothing will ever be able to truly represent the magnitude of how much they love you until it’s well and truly beating in the palm of your hand.

(these guys can also veer heavily into the “give you someone else’s heart too” category, some poor sap might just turn into collateral damage when they try to carve their own heart out of their chest for you.)

the other guys, ones that give you other’s hearts like oni, konig, and krueger do it for the same reason.

because they’re being useful to you. their own hearts are tainted in their eyes, one way or another, their hearts don’t deserve to be caressed by your gentle palms, so they offer up others instead to mimic the feeling.

oni does it because he can’t offer up his own, family name tainted and ruined by his father and grandfather. though, the moment they perish and his family name is cleared, then it’s all yours. but until then, whatever it is you desire, it shall be handed to you swiftly, efficiently.

he carves out heart after heart to gift to you to show his devotion, he doesn’t tire of carrying out these missions as long as they’re for you.

but when that day comes that his lineage and name is cleansed, don’t be surprised if you see his own heart offered up to you instead.

konig offers up others because he doesn’t think that his own is worthy enough. he gifts you whatever out of some sort of desperation to make you stay. anything, everything gifted to you at your feet to make you happy. hell, he’ll even wrangle down the heavens if you desired it of him.

why would you ever want his measly heart when there are other countless precious items out there? it just doesn’t make sense that someone like you, an angel incarnate would want something like that from him.

but if you truly, truly wanted such a thing— then he’ll hand you the blade himself.

and krueger… i guess he’s like konig in a way where he feels like his own heart is lackluster. he’s a known schemer and liar, and so the best way to show you that he cares is to follow whatever you ask, happily.

he’ll reinforce the promise that his word is iron, will infallible in getting you whatever it is you desire. he feels like he has to prove himself to you… and to his ego. that yes, he does love you, and he’ll give you heart after heart after heart to show it.

he’s much like a cat in that way, constantly bringing gifts and love as a sign of his care.

but there’s an itch in the back of his mind. the ultimate way for him to show that he’s truthful in his devotion, is for you to have it in your hand. for you to to weigh his love filled heart against a feather, and for you to do to him as you see fit.

for velikan and horangi, it’s an instinctive thing. a primal feeling in their gut that tells them that in order to consider a hunt successful, they have to gift you a… souvenir of sorts from it. a reminder of his capabilities to care for you through actions (the hunt itself) and gifts (self explanatory).

they’re a little more casual about it than the other guys, but don’t let that fool you. they’re just as infatuated as any other man on this list. praise him highly for his devotion through service and gift and suddenly it’ll become a lot less casual, very, very quickly.

[toshidou]

can't stop thinking of domestic ghost learning how to crochet after he sees you practicing, large scarred, battle worn hands working away with a crochet hook and wool; not missing the way your eyes go fond as he joins you on the couch to crochet by your side. trying to suppress your giggle at the soft sounds of his frustrated grunts when he tries (and fails) to tie the slip knot for the 5th time in a row before he turns to you with a blank expression, arms extended in your direction.

what starts as slowly mastering little granny squares quickly evolves into working on whole projects; clothes, hats, face masks, stuffed animals. your house slowly fills up with both yours and his creations. although it's something you mostly do together, it wouldn't be uncommon for you to come downstairs as the sun rises only to find Simon hunched over a ball of wool, clearly awoken from a night of terrors and craving comfort from the repetition that crocheting provides.

he'd inevitably have to leave for deployment, but not without laying out a new cardigan he'd made just for you (a way he can keep you warm despite the thousands of miles that might separate you) or a little crocheted plush of himself, fitted with its very own little mask; even giving you the option of dressing it in either combat gear or his go to black hoodie and jeans. it leaves you teary every time, clutching his new creation to your chest and nuzzling the soft wool into your cheek, always knowing that his hands were made for more than just war and death.

and if the day comes you finally bring a child into the world, you better believe he's making them an entire wardrobe that matches the clothes he's already made for the two of you; holding the completed tiny garments up whilst you try your absolute hardest to not burst into tears at how small they look, knowing they're so lucky to have a dad who's going to love them so, so much.

[realmsb4rbie]

you hated children. with all of your heart, in a way that wasn't funny as may laugh about it, thinking you're joking. but no, you hated their small guts.

of course you wouldn't let a kid suffer, or beat them, or watch them treated badly. no, you were more like a... 'i don't do hugs' type, keeping them far away from you as possible. and people in your life knew that too! how you always said you didn't wanted kids, hated their loud noises, their stupid reasons to cry, or how they randomly screamed.

but of course universe had a way of slapping people in the face, ironically.

you met simon riley.

simon never asked children. he wasn't against it, but he would never feel ready to be a dad until you said you wanted to be a mom. he was patient, retiring when you both married after four years of dating, devoting his attention to you even more like this. helping with dishes, handyman jobs, rubbing your feet, fucking you good that you legit tried to remember where were you for a good five minutes.

and you couldn't help but want this man's kids.

while simon held your third son, the youngest of your eldest daughter and middle son, you couldn't help but eye fuck your husband like he was a stranger you desired to have. a dad bod, giant frame, rough hands tender and sweet with the children, always. patient, a wonderful father, a yearning husband, a fucking legend in bed.

"si?" you nuzzled him like a cat seducting her mate after he gently layed his son in the crib and he growled as a purr. "my love." he replied, and you added his deep voice that was normally gentle but filthy in bed, and his accent that made everything ten times more attractive to the list.

"let's make another," you purred, not even remembering your days as an anti-child supporter in his arms. "twins maybe? if we tried hard enough."

simon chuckled, a rich sound you adored like the rest of him. his hands wrapped around you, large palm not having a hard time to find your ass and cup it. "y'know i'd never say no to seein' you swollen with my child, doll."

"just say you want to breed me."

"fuckin' need it."

[peepawpriceshat]

Just the 141 men.

A finger and thumb on your chin to tilt your head back towards their gaze.

A little amused smirk tugging at their lips as your pupils dilate.

"Oh, you like that do you?"

(Giggling, kicking my feet, passes away.)

[tearsofastraeax]

something, something.. simon starting off with paying for your nails, sending you off every couple weeks with way too many bills in your pocket and a promise to treat yourself. then he starts getting involved in what kind of color and design you get, getting way to invested in the seasonal themes and aaaall the possibilities. till one day you manage to drag him with you. he looks so out of place in your usual nail shop, your sweet nail designer kind of scared of him, till you tell her to just not pay him any mind. it takes you at least 3 more times of him joining till you manage to bully him into sitting in the chair as well. next time when he's back on base everyone tries to give him shit for the little pink heart on his ring finger. but he couldn't care less, all he had to think about was his girl at home, happier than ever and with a matching heart on her nails.

[a-paperboxgozilla]

i watched Fionna and Cake

now i love icy winter king

[simsim54]

Wilhelm: Being gay is not a choice. Wilhelm: *holding Simon like a trophy* But it is a game and I have won.

[lizzy019]

Me when any CoD man is either super cool or super silly and all I wanna do is feed them and pamper them and give them the nicest blowjob they've ever had so that I can be the light of their life... also because I need money and these fucking military jobs give sergeants and higher the best paycheques:

[kortac-sweetheart]

it IS beyond pet play, it's beyond dominance or submission, it's the intimacy of a man who's been hurt so many times, a man who bites the hand off before a blow against him is even landed, giving up control to little ol you and accepting whatever comes with that, whatever you see fit to give him -simp anon

there’s a special place at the very apotheosis of heaven for you, my dear nonnie.

god, the amount of trust that man has in you to willingly kneel at your feet and let you do whatever to him. he knows that you’ll take care of him, that you won’t lead him astray.

he’ll allow you to reshape him as you see fit, malleable for his little love and what you need. and he doesn’t mind, he never does, as long as it’s you.

he’s a man that’s so vicious, violent and dangerous, who has killed many and will go on to kill more and yet, when your lives are in each other’s palms then he’ll never ever harm you, no matter what.

he’d rather kill himself than even think of hurting his little love, he can’t stomach the thought, feeling ill and nauseous from it.

that’s when the crawls over to you, where you’re sitting, all weepy eyed and disconsolate, kneeling— he seeks comfort and salvation in you.

it feels so natural, before this moment, before you, there was always something missing in his heart— his soul. but after meeting you, it’s like the last piece of the puzzle, the key to his lock, you’re the one to mend the hole in his heart.

and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[ink-n-shadow]

YOU ABSOLUTE DARLING !!! UGHHH

Ty for writing that ask of mine (argument fic) 🥹🥹🥹ITS SO PERFECT

Simon being a right sweetheart after upsetting his angel.

🫶🏻

i’m so glad you enjoyed it love!!! i was really hoping i would do your request justice😭

demon!ghost definitely hates seeing angel anything other than happy and content. he realized this after he first brought them home, noticing they way they held their broken wing and tried to mend it themselves. his body tensed at the sight of crystalline tears glossing their cherub cheeks, brows crinkling in concern as hiccuping sobs ripped through angel's small body.

it was in that moment that ghost knew something wasn't right within him anymore.

link to all my works in the demon!ghost au can be found here

[brattypagansub]

Y/N: *lifting weights while doing push ups* I don’t want to be strong. Like man who look pretty *down up lift weight lift weight* I want to be strong like bitch who fight bears in forest

Simon ‘heart eyes’ Riley: *not thinking before he blurts it out* I volunteer as tribute