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[ghostswoman]

A/n: another blurb cuz why tf not? Another Dad!Simon and this man deserve all the softness in the world. Plus, I am not a professional in baby-ology, so take this cute drabble with a grain of salt. 🤟🏻

Simon was convinced his child hated him; the first six months were hard. He might as well get a reward trophy for participation in creating one of the prettiest girls in the world instead. The man tried to get his daughter to get used to him, but every time he hold her, the baby girl realized she wasn't in her mother's arms and they wriggled, before fussing and let out a few cries before going to a full-blown one. Thus, this lead you having to drop whatever you're doing and tend to the baby instead as Simon take over the current chore(s).

"Simon, just give it some time."

The sentence you always use to comfort him, but he still feels a little discouraged, maybe a bit hurt on the inside at the baby's refusal to be in his arms. He was excited for nine months to see his baby girl, but only for her to reject him once she came out of the womb.

"She'll come around, and once she do it'll be worth the wait."

.

The only time the baby seems to stay content in his arms, albeit a little angsty like always when you're not around, and the calmness appears to remain stagnant only for a moment until she starts fussing again; their little whimpers begin to bubble out, as wondering glossy little beady eyes search the room for you as they feel disconnected from their mother who was nowhere to be seen. Simon does his best to quell the child and soothe them before they can cry again.

But alas, it failed as their eyes had tears wounded up in them, and he already knew the signal cries she was going to make. So he had to speed dial you on call and put you on speaker to talk to the child. Honestly, Simon felt terrible for calling you for something as minor as this when he promised to take care of the baby and that he 'got this' for the next few hours when you did the shopping run. "Sorry, Love, it seems she wants to hear you."

Once the baby has heard your voice, they immediately stop crying and listen intently to your sound, like in a trance. The man felt hopeless about the child wanting you only, not him; he watched how they calmed down into obedience as he rocked them from side to side. The amazing things you do that soothe the child in a heartbeat.

But it wasn't until your voice was directed at him.

"Simon, I know you're doing your best trying to have her adjust to you, and I want you to know that I am proud of you for not giving up."

His heart warms at that.

.

It was late noon when he let his baby girl sprawl on the floor inside her playpen as he was watching a show while keeping an eye on her. The moment the little girl gained consciousness as a separate entity from her mother, she began to roll over on her stomach before crawling to sit up, and her little eyes glossed over, looking around the playpen, searching for the maternal needs before it landed on Simon who took his eyes off her for a fraction.

Her little bottom lips begin to quiver and poke out before bursting into tears as Simon quickly steps into his fatherly instinct and scoops up the baby into his arms, silencing her. They bleary wipe their beady tears away with stubby fingers before looking up at him and seeing her father's eyes looking down at her. She sniffed as Simon wiped the snot away with a thumb under her nose, "It's okay, I got you," his voice deeply resonated when he patted her back as his baby girl kept looking at him like it was seeing him for the first time in a different light.

With another sniffle and a little disgruntled noise, she rubs her eyes again and presses her forehead to the thumping side of his heart, slowly calming down. She realized it wasn't so bad to be in her father's arms and have another parent close to her to ease her separation anxiety.

It felt like magic for Simon, how she eased her miniature body into his instead of rejecting him and crying for you until you had to come and get her. He continues to soothe her while swaying from side to side, and you pop out of the corner on the open archway into the living room from the kitchen to see the rainbow after the storm.

You were about to say something, but you quietly mouth:

"I told you so; enjoy it."

With a smile.

[ghostswoman]

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

[ghostswoman]

TW: panic attack

You sit on the edge of the bed while violent sobs escape your body.  

You clutch your chest, struggling to breathe, pounding heart threatening to burst through your ribcage. 

Your shaking hand reaches for your phone and after struggling with your quivering fingers for some time, you finally manage to find his number and hit the dial button. 

He picks up his phone and the moment he hears your anguished sobs, he’s on his feet. 

“I’m on my way, love. Don’t hang up. Listen to me. Just breathe. In and out. Can you do that for me?” 

“S-si...” you stutter in between cries of sheer despair, trying your hardest to get some air in your lungs. 

After a few minutes on the phone with him, you finally calm down a bit, “Simon! I- I can’t...” you gasp out. 

“You can, love. Just keep breathing. I'm almost there.” 

He's there in nearly five minutes, quickly unlocking the door with the key you gave him and rushing to the bedroom. 

He gathers you in his strong arms and holds you through all the pain and turmoil, your woeful cries slowly dying down in his soothing embrace. 

He picks up the broken pieces one by one... and carefully, delicately puts you back together again. 

He knows. He's far too familiar with the battle within... and how you struggle to set yourself free of the jaws of the abyss as it’s gnawing at your soul. 

And he listens... listens to every silent word that you never speak. 

And he assures you that he will stay and hold you through it all.

[ghostswoman]

I love your viking!simon so much 😻😻😻😻😻

How about his dear wife trying to please her husband by making simon let her ride him instead.

Convince him to sit back and enjoy the show after such a tiring day :3

Wife tries her best to please him but her stamina doesn’t match his. He has to help her out of course!

But our dear simon appreciates the thought anyway :33

🫶🏻

yes

c/w: smut, nothing too crazy just simon letting his pretty wife ride him

just imagine simon who normally just comes back from a long day of training. simon who normally just grabs you and puts you onto your knees, fucking you until his balls are empty and then letting you lay on his chest

until one day you grab his wrists before he can grab you, he’d look at you with a furrowed brow but doesn’t say a word and lets you guide him into bed. sat up against the pillows as you climb into his lap, still as timid as ever

he’d be so amused watching his lovely shy wife attempt to ride him, hands gripping his broad shoulders and bouncing on his cock. soft moans leaving your lips and nails digging into his skin but he doesn’t mind. you could never hurt him anyway

lets you have your fun until your thighs start to ache and you’re whining when he tells you to carry on, that he still wants more from you

“whiny little thing, aren’t you, pet?” he’d say before shifting his position, planting his feet on the mattress and gripping your ass tightly. he’d buck his hips up into you, making you squeal and fall against his chest, letting him use you until he’s satisfied

[ghostswoman]

69 with könig is so fuckin’ hot. (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

being unable to suck him off properly because he's slurping and lapping at your slick, sloppy pussy like a starved man, your head rested against his chubby abdomen, drooling over yourself and crying pathetically through overstimulation.

[ghostswoman]

He's been taking head tilt lessons from iv

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[ghostswoman]

"Slow down, baby. You can cum yet." Simon hums, holding his sub's hips as they moan.

"No- no, I want it-" She gasps, as she sinks further down on his length, gripping onto Simon's shoulders as she cums, gushing onto his lap.

Simon raises his brow, scoffing before he tightens his grip, slamming his sub back down onto him, watching as she becomes a drooling mess, "You want to be filled that badly, lovie? Show how many times you can make a mess of yourself then."

[ghostswoman]

As always, Simon stumbles into your shared apartment, sighing. He drops his gear by the door, stripping himself down to his boxers. 

He walks into the living room, where the tv was on mute and a figure slept on your couch. He smiles, heading over to you, a blanket over your sleeping body. Simon stares at you for a moment before picking you up, making you stir awake. 

He smiles, “Hi lovie.”

“Si?”

“‘Hats me.” 

“You’re home?”

“Yup.”

“I haven’t made dinner…”

“S’ what? Pizza place down the stree’ is open.”

“But you deserve a home cooked-”

“Lovie? Why are you s’ hot?”

You blink. “What?”

“Like burnin’ hot…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Your burnin’, lovie.”

“I’m fine,” you lie, thrashing around in his arms. “I needa make dinner!”

“You’re sick?”

You don’t respond. 

“Bed. Now.” That was his stern voice. His lieutenant voice. “‘m orderin’ takeout.”

“But-”

“Lovie,” he warns. “Don’t make me tie you t’ the bed. Now, stay there an’ rest.”

He leaves the room to order dinner. When he gets back, you’re fast asleep. 

***

You stir awake hours later, the TV in your bedroom on, Simon sitting next to you. He’s munching on a rice bowl. You groan, “My head hurts.”

“Have ya taken any meds?” You shake your head. He holds out a bite of his food to you. You accept it happily. “Got them rice pla’ers you love so much.”

“Thank you. I can never get old of them.”

“You should.”

“I love you so much, but I haven’t gotten old of you.” 

He rolls his eyes. “You’re gone take some meds after eatin’, ‘kay?”

You nod. “Love you, Si.”

“Love you too, lovie.”

[ghostswoman]

mmmm i have these thoughts about being sorta kinda drunk and hanging out with simon. you're so touchy when you're tipsy, and you're giggly, and you're sitting on the couch next to him, hugging his big arm and pressing little kisses into his shoulder. he doesn't react much, just keeps his eyes trained on the tv as he sips his whiskey; he's so indifferent to your affection, but he never pushes you away, lets you kiss him and touch him and whine and coo, and he never tells you to go away or leave him alone.

you nuzzle your face against his masked cheek, kissing along the cotton fabric there. you're so warm from the alcohol, a little dizzy, and now you're babbling, but he doesn't seem annoyed.

"love you so much, simon," you whine, and he just pats your thigh gently.

"can't ever live without you," you coo, and he squeezes your knee in acknowledgement.

"i'd do anything for you," you whisper into his ear, and he just grunts, pushing his mask up as he takes another long sip of his drink, and you tilt your head to the side, watching him, your pretty, pretty man.

"would you do anything for me?" you ask softly, leaning in close. he licks his scarred lips, but he doesn't look at you yet. "w-would...would you kill for me, simon?"

and then he finally looks at you, dark eyes meeting yours, and you squeak when he wraps that big hand around your waist and tugs you against him.

he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "'v already killed for ya, luv," he says lowly, and this is simon, and simon doesn't lie, and you know by the look in his eyes he doesn't mean this happened at work, either.

suddenly, you feel sober. but his hand tightens, and it lowers, and you swallow when he grabs a handful of your ass and forces your mouth against his.

"now be a good girl. 'n sit down."

[ghostswoman]

your boyfriend Simon gets home from a mission, and he’s very clearly tired and exhausted from the whole day. The main mission was to catch Makarov and lock him up for good. Sadly, the mission went wrong and they didn’t catch him, and that means Simon has been on edge ever since.

you were trying to get him to fall asleep, but nothing worked. That’s when you instructed him to lie on his tummy, and he did so. You started massaging his shoulders, squeezing and massaging the sore and tight muscles. He let out small groans when he felt the tension release. Your hands gently grazed over his shoulders after, gently gliding over his shoulders in a gentle and steady motion. But when he felt your fingertips dance over his shoulders, he had to ask.

“Wha’re you doin’, lovie?” He asked in a relaxed manner, voice slightly muffled my the pillow.

“I’m making pizza…” you mumbled quietly as you did gentle chopping motions over his shoulders. “Adding some green peppers…” you said as you continued the motion. You pressed your finger tips to different spots on his shoulder in a dotting motion, “I like olives, so I’m gonna add some…”

as you continued your motions, a small smile broke out on his lips. These were the moments he missed and loved with you. These weird yet comforting moments that made his day better. “So ‘m your pizza?” He asked quietly, smile evident in his voice.

your soft hum of approval made him chuckle, a sound that always made you smile. His eyes started to droop and you repeated the motions a few more time, eventually fully falling asleep.

“Now I gotta put it in the oven.” You said as you pulled the cover over his bare back and laid beside him, nuzzling into his side. You could hear his gentle and even breaths and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Pizza’s done…”

[ghostswoman]

Imagine making out with Simon in private obviously and suddenly someone walks in. Panic ensues not quite due to embarrassment but bc you know Simon's mask is off. You know you need to cover his face and your first instinct was to shove his face in your chest. Problem solved ig??? He's just there like 🧍🧍 until the person leaves. Once the door is shut, you let out a breath and pull Simon's face back. That jerk is holding back laughter. You were just looking out for him!! There was nothing else to do you swear!

[ghostswoman]

I just think johnny could convince simon to wear a kilt

[ghostswoman]

boyfriend!ghost who's just a little bit older. boyfriend!ghost who wears a black leather jacket. boyfriend!ghost who has a bad reputation. boyfriend!ghost who uses you to warm his bed. readers!mama who doesn't trust him. readers! mama who says, "he's only here for one thing," but, so are you. ˙ᵕ˙

"s'too big, si--!! wait!"

simon grips your chin and turns your head to face him, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips, thick cock spearing through your slick, gummy walls, his pierced tip nudging your spongey nerves. “you were jus' begging me earlier, hm? does it feel good sweetheart?”

your dripping cunt clings to him, a creamy ring of cum starting to form on his cock. you whine, lips parting and thighs shaking. your voice fails you, his cock bullying your cervix and punching the words from your throat, only a shamefully loud moan escapes your trembling lips.

simon snickers and covers your mouth with his hand. "don' want y'r mum to hear, do we?"

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[ghostswoman]

~nsfw~

okay, but IMAGINE Simon Ghost Riley hovering over you, pounding into you from behind "what a good girl you are. taking me so well." an unrelentless pace in a rhythm from heaven. "what's that pretty girl? you want more?" he coos.

too fucked out of your mind to even think about more than how he feels just right. "poor baby...Can't even think..." He tsks.

"That's okay baby, I'll make it all better."

-> masterlist

[ghostswoman]

Reblog if you are okay with people giving you lots of boops!

[ghostswoman]

𝓥𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓵 𝓘𝓷 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮

He looks so majestic.

[ghostswoman]

thinking about Simon putting you in a headlock fucking you from behind and you’re just drooling because it feels so good :(

MDNI. controlled asphyxiation, doggy, rough sex :3

his prick is delicious as it drags itself back and forth through your tight cunny, slurping and suctioning him deeper so his fat cockhead punches your cervix with each thorough burial. and your cunt isn’t all that drools — gawking around his veiny width as it swallows him down, but your mouth is stretched open too; spilling saliva like a leaky tap because his dick feels so luscious slamming into your backside :(

you garble, eyes pricking with joyous tears and the deprivation of oxygen because his thick meaty arm has hooked you by the neck — capturing you in a secure headlock whilst his other arm fastens you like velcro to his front. your moans are choked and staggered, breathing laboured from the pressure on your throat but also the dizziness that’s amplified by your lightheadedness and slight circulation cut-off <33

your pillow is sodden thanks to your dribble and cries, the sheets you kneel upon dampening by the second from the juices that spew from your pussy as his fat cock continues to ram into it, pumping your cum out onto the mattress like a plunger :((

“so good, si. . .” you mewl, whimpered; little fingers clinging to his inked flesh of his flexing forearms — bicep tensing against the bobbing surface of your reddened, sweaty neck. “so so good- mm. harder~” your whines are lazy and drunken, barely audible and completely lacking in coherence. he ups his pace, hips slapping with harsher vigour against your arsecheeks, clapping bruises onto them like lewdly stamped reminders.

your pebble nipples graze the bed beneath, breasts kissing the sheets when he pushes your front further onto it, your back arching into him. he tucks you more snugly into his beefy stomach, sweat mingling with the crude sheen across your back, balls smacking your sloppy cunny whilst his spongy head massages the roof of your cunt with his agonising treatment of your hole.

your chin falls even limper than before as you gape — cumming so hard, jaws completely slack as you gasp against the crook of his thick arm. you love it when he’s rough like this, rutting into you from behind like a male in season whilst he expertly compromises your vitals. you feel faint and fragile — head spinning and vision ameliorated. you’ll continue to drool down his arm, your sticky pussy weeping down his milky shaft and all over his round heavy balls until you pass out from too much air denial :((