#SIMO

[peach-skyies]

“keep it tactical” (cw// implied mcd, angst)

[sasolih]

[prinzrupprecht]

Hi, can I request Simo Häyhä and what you think hed be like with a reader that tries to befriend him and slowly becomes his best friend if thats okay?

The Bond that Grew over Time

Intriguing request. Decided to do it first over the others

Pairing: Simo Häyhä x reader

You didn’t expect much the first time you approached him.

He was quiet. Distant. Not rude either… he was just… cold. Like the snow he came from.

You offered a simple greeting, a bit of small talk.

He said nothing. Just glanced your way with those sharp, calculating eyes that missed nothing and gave even less.

You didn’t give up.

Day by day, you stayed nearby, never too close, never too loud. You spoke casually about trivial things: food, weather. He listened. Silently.

You thought you may have been pestering him or spoke too much. You still casually tried to speak to him, and even offered to watch his dogs when he’s out. He trusted you enough to let you watch his dogs. Did that mean he’s letting you in slowly?

But over time, when you were rambling about your life once again sitting next to him on his outdoor rocking bench, you caught it.

A twitch at the corner of his lips.

A soft grunt that might’ve been a laugh.

A single word answer, where there used to be none.

You didn’t push him.

You let him take his time.

Then one day, after picking tomatoes from your yard since it was barely summer, you sat down to take a break. He walked over to where you were and sat beside you without a word.

He didn’t move for a while and just sat there, close enough for your shoulders to almost brush. And you knew, for Simo Häyhä, that was something loud.

You became his comfort in silence.

He trusted you, but not with stories, but with stillness. You understood he didn’t need noise to feel close. He didn’t talk about his past, not in words, but you saw it in his eyes sometimes. The pain. The weight. The frost.

You brought warmth without melting him.

When you smiled at him and said, “You don’t have to say anything. I’m just glad you’re here,”

he looked away.

But not before you caught the faintest hint of red on his cheeks.

Eventually, he started speaking. Just for you.

Softly. Clipped. But meaningful.

“You’re… different.” Your heart was beating loudly in your chest. D-Different? Was that a good thing?

And that time when your hand brushed his, he didn’t flinch except you froze in place.

He laced his fingers with yours.

Firm. Protective. Sure.

You were the one person who could get through the snowstorm and still stand.

And Simo, the silent sniper, who once only spoke through the barrel of a gun, finally found someone he could speak to with his heart.

[rubenrelium]

The audacity of this old man...

He definitely did that on purpose

[babygirl-riley]

Addiction

Addiction comes in every shape and sizes. Simon didn’t think that you would be one of them.

“And the kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts.”

Warnings: smut, piv, unprotected sex, unestablished relationship, breeding kink, angst, internal battle, and swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader smut list

Addiction; the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing, or activity. It comes in all sorts of forms and sizes, anyone could get addicted to anything. Simon has seen addiction in different ways; drugs from his brother, alcohol from his father, soldiers from adrenaline.

Simon many of times have tried and succeeded on not getting addicted to things. Since addiction came from a negative light in his eyes. So why are you always on his mind or in his bed? He was always going back to you, no matter the circumstances. You were suppose to be the girl in the bar and that was that.

Yet he is here with you, slowly driving his cock in into you. It was the best feeling he got. Feeling you wrap your arms around his bold shoulders. Kissing his neck. Hearing your sighs or moans against his skin. The way the air smelt with both of your arousals. Everything you do drove him into wanting more.

“Right there,” You whispered fluttering your eyes closed. You grabbed his chin moving him to kiss your lips. Simon moaned into your lips as you bite his bottom lip. “You feel so good Si.”

His name. He loved when you whispered his name, like it was a fucking prayer. Like he was one of your gods or angels. It was for him. Only for him. Simon didn’t know how or why but his body is the one that would react to all of it. His mind slowly after. Thinking that he can’t stay long with you, can’t get attached. Addicted.

The feeling in his veins running through him when you make him look at you while hitting the spot you so love. Watching your mouth gaped panting into his mouth. Your half lidded eyes baring into his, feeling more connected. Wanting more. Needing more.

Your eyes hazed and lustful, your skin glimmering from sweat, your lips plumped and bruised. His heart would flutter and pound all at the same time. Never has his heart made those feelings or movements. He was “cold hearted,” that’s what recruits would say, or at least what he heard it from.

Simon inhaled, wanting to etched the scent of both of your arousal that would be in the air. Simon couldn’t get enough of it, when he would be gone he would need it. When he was stressed or his mind would wonder to you. When he comes home he would message you, making sure you were available. Immediately getting to business. Kissing you like you were going to leave and never come back. Hold you close to him as he kissed and bruised your skin. Marking you. When his mouth would travel down he would shudder when you gripped at him. His brain would tick once his mouth and nose would dive into your pussy, like it was his last fucking meal, his need to do it. He need you.

He wanted to make sure no man would be able to pleasure you as much as he could. Simon damn near wanted to paint your walls so you could show men that you belonged to someone. Fuck he wanted just loved the feeling of cumming in you, knowing that his seed one day could attach and give him a smaller version of both of you.

“I need-fuck-I need you to go faster.” You mumbled feeling his hip slap into you once more.

Need him. You needed him as much as he needed you. You needed him closer to your body just as he needed yours. You were just as addicted as he was when Simon came around. His own scent of his cologne or his soap you didn’t know but fuck you needed him. Simon noticed how your demeanor would change, what was it? Only the gods knew. But he knew from how wet you could become when barely would touch you. Or how your eyes would dilate when looking at him.

After being around someone for 5 months you notice some of the tiniest of things. Things that a hard heart will deny over and over again. Simon deep down knew the reason of wanting you more sexually or not. Ghost however would have him deny till his last breath. Smother Simon to shut up so he could help him deny it. Yet his body showed him otherwise.

Simon grunted when he picked his pace up. Hitting the spot more having you whine and arch. Fuck you are beautiful, your tits up near him. He couldn’t control any longer, he leaned and captured one of your tits in his mouth. Moaning into your chest as you pussy fluttered around his cock. “Fuck,” He whispered coming back up to place his forehead against yours. “Atta girl, come on love. Let go. ‘M-Fuck- I gotcha.” He panted slamming his pelvis against you.

You opened your eyes and nodded quickly. “Oh! Simon!” Your whined clawing his back.

His eyes rolled as his head snapped back. God how that feels so fucking good. The thought of you marking him, leaving your nail marks on him. Over his own scars. Replacing the trauma. “Fuuuck,” He mumbled as he quickened, feeling you twitch bow him grabbing his face back down to kiss him. Fuck your kisses could kill him, could take his life right here. Simon wouldn’t even be upset. Electricity ran through his veins. “I can’t stop…fuck do you know what you do to me?” He mumbled between kisses.

You moaned into him wrapping your legs around his waist, making even more room for him to slam into your pussy. He growled as he felt his orgasm coming through, his balls tightening. You smirked between his lips. “Cum for me Simon, I want you to cum in me please,” You whined feeling your third orgasm of the night coming. “I’m right with you. Just cum in me please Simon. Oh fuck!” You placed your face on his shoulder biting into it.

Simon moaned loudly as his body started to tense yet shake. Simon felt your walls tighten around him milking all the cum for your needy cunt. He leaned his head down as he felt his cum shoot into you. Marking you. He whined as he felt more coming out, feeling your walls flutter with him as you both laid there.

Ghost reminded Simon he has to go and never come back. It was time to be done. Simon fought the thoughts as he felt your soft hands combing through the back of his head, through his hair. It made him shutter. Something else he loves that you do, feeling safe. He moaned again as he lifted his head looking down at you.

You were fucked out, your eyes barely open, your cheeks red, sweat clinging onto you. He placed his thumb against your collarbone before kissing you softly. Simon didn’t want to leave your pussy just yet, wanting to have the warmth of your walls around him. He needed it.

You sighed into him clinging him to come closer. You needed him just as much as he needed you. “Let’s take a bath?” You mumbled against his lips kissing him once more.

Simon should have said no but he followed you. Blindly. You put the lavender scented bubbles into the bath watching the bubbles form. Fuck the lavender smell was your scent. Anytime he smells that scent it his mind wandered to you. Didn’t matter when or where. That is your scent.

Simon grabbed your hand kissing the palm before guiding you to the tub and went in before you so you could leaned your back against his chest. The bath wasn’t too hot nor cold just how he liked it. You needed him. You cared for him. He cared for you. Needed you.

“Simon,” You said softly, he hummed as he rubbed circles into your arms. “What is this?”

Ghost repeated over and over again Nothing. It’s nothing. Sex is all. “What do you think this is?” Simon asked fighting against the addiction. The need.

You went quiet which made him nervous before you sighed. “More than just friend with benefits.”

Ghost screamed that it was getting too close that you were his addiction. It was time to get clean. “Then that’s what it is.” He mumbled kissing the back of your head.

Ghost didn’t say anything as Simon placed his foot down. Simon needed this. Simon needs you. He sighed leaning more into you as you laid more back into him.

Addiction; the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing, or activity.

[i-bakkhos]

[mintflavored-void]

[pupsandartwork]

Mia and May Day 20 school

the elves convinced Mia to teach them things she learned from school

@yumomia

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Jerry + other things below

am not ready for the show to already end

[forkkpig]

EVERYONE DROP EVERYTHING AND HAVE A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOR THIS HAIR I SPENT WAAY TOO MUCH TIME ON!!!!!!🗣🔥🔊🔥🔥

[postcard-from-the-past]

Carlos Fernando Luís Maria Victor Miguel Rafael Gabriel Gonzaga Xavier Francisco de Assis José Simão, King Carlos I of Portugal with his son Luís Filipe Maria Carlos Amélio Fernando Victor Manuel António Lourenço Miguel Rafael Gabriel Gonzaga Xavier Francisco de Assis Bento, Prince Royal of Portugal, Duke of Braganza

Portuguese vintage postcard

[cgclarkphoto]

Simo -  cg photography

[sasolih]

[gfl-neural-cloud]

Now you've seen the scene of the battle. Watch out! "The hunt is on. Do not be the next one to fall."

Illustrated by 山田ああああ

[rubenrelium]

Omg guys, I love Simon Petrikov 🩵🩵🤎🤎🤎

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