#SIMONNN

[absentmoon]

actual shivers

[egyptienneallure]

I ALWAYS TRY TO BE THERE FOR HIM BUT WHATEVER I DO SEEMS TO TURN OUT WRONG 💔💔💔💔💔

[carbonateddelusion]

dirty filthy cult leader hippie transformation

[2plolo]

“THEYRE BEAMED INTO MY MELON AT NIGHT SAME AS EVERY BODY ELSE”

Season 9 episode 12 of adventure time, “Fionna and Cake and Fionna,” Ice king said this after a banana guard asked him “where do your ideas come from?”

IM LOSING MY MIND

[boyenthusiast]

me when people love me for who i am and not what i can do for them

[baphobet]

i miss him so bad. i miss his everything ilove his smile. its so cute I love his little voice did you know that? i lopve his little everything. so cute i=glob

[wildtornado-o]

Ok so. I dont rlly have anyone to talk to this abt so im posting it here djsjds. I wanna share my thoughts on what I think Fiona and Cake is rn :3 So far I thiiink its like, Fiona and Cake is still just in Simon's head and the reason everything is mundane and depressing is because its fitting how Simon is seeing the world. And Simon got affected by some magic or something that made it so theyre coming out of his head and into reality now. This seems pretty plausible to me :D

[minusgangtime]

(I need to be comforted from wtf I just watched 😭💀)

[generalmacnamara]

(Eventually Simon wakes up very disoriented)

E- OUCH

(They cradle their head trying to make the pain stop)

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[simonz-angel]

enemies to lovers… n yearning simonnn 😣

his fingertips glide, slipping down over the soft of your waist. and his lips press, press down right above your belly button. it’s sweet, the way he tastes your silk skin, letting his lips caress and pucker.

“what do i have to do?” he breathes, looking up at you from the carcass his lashes cast around his sugary, honey brown eyes. his knees ache, tendons and bones stinging against the hardwood flooring, but it’s the last thing in his mind, his chest tightening in a yearning pain. “tell me, i’ll do anything.”

you smile down at him, pulling his head further back when you cup a hand beneath his jaw. n his fingers tighten, fisting at the material of your loose shirt, pulling it up further over your ribs. he wants to cry, scream and throw a fit. it’s all too much, so much hidden beneath the anger, the disgust, something that morphed into a deep longing of love.

“i just want you to apologize, simon, to me.” and you push his lips to the open column between your hips.

and his lips smear over your skin, spilling apologies in tight gasps, like his lungs tighten and restrict over emotion. it’s blubbering, fingers grabbing and pulling at your hips, kissing over your skin in a disgusting mess of words.

“i’m so sorry,” he finishes, “for everything.” and his teeth snag at the waistline of your jeans, nose bent against your lower belly, nails cutting their way into your back as he holds your shirt up. “you’re all i want, please.”

[thealtofvalleyxdoodles]

OMGGG YESSSSSSSS

"See ya really liked that one story, ya know...the one where I fucked ya nasty? Yeah...wanna do that but for real, Movie?

"...Wha-?"

"Cmon! Ya go back to read it about thee times a night, sweetie!"

I can't stop thinking about Self Aware! Simon who will drop very subtle hints that he's aware of everything you're saying to him

You were playing a game of cod and were talking about your job, only to receive a comment about his work, almost as if this silly character on your screen was trying to make conversation with you

You left a very disappointed simon when you stayed silent the rest of the game

He loved your voice, he wanted to hear more. Why would you stop talking?

He kept talking or saying voicelines the rest of the game, even glitching the game to make you laugh. He was desperate to keep you talking. You were the only thing he looked forward to. You were real, you were beautiful, and you were his, even if you didn't know it yet

Another time he had accidentally said your name in one of his "new" voicelines that came with the "update", which was mainly just him saying 'good job, luv" and you assumed it was just fan service

That was until he said your name instead of luv

He thought he was going to be caught for sure. What kind of excuse could you come up with that would deny he was aware that he was in a game and could see your every move, even now while you're reading this on tumblr?

But maybe you were just hearing things? No one else is having this problem from what you've seen, so why would you?

That was until you came home after a long day, only to see the Simon Ghost Riley in front of you and a broken TV that most likely had fallen from him trying to get out of the screen and into your reality

What excuse would you come up with now?

[cntloup]

18+ MDNI Simon encouraging you to take his cock when you're scared it won't fit :(

"Come on, baby." he coos while stroking his hard throbbing cock which is seeping with pre-cum.

You timidly walk up to him and straddle his lap, scared but aroused with anticipation.

Your eyes widen and your mouth forms an o shape at the size of him up close.

You take him in your shaking hand and smear the pre-cum all over his shaft, using it as lube and you align his cock with your wet pussy.

"It won't fit, Si!" your voice wavers, your body trembling, anxious eyes gazing into his.

"Shh, baby! I'll make it fit!" he purrs, chest rumbling, eyes dark with lust.

He grabs your hips and slowly sinks you down, splitting your sweet little pussy open on his fat cock.

Your tight walls swallow his thick cock, veins and ridges rubbing against the soft sticky flesh.

You throw your head back and emit a guttural moan as your ass hits his thigh, his fat cock buried inside you to the hilt.

"Good girl." he praises, kissing your lips and softly caressing your hips to soothe your ache.

He slightly pushes the bulge on your belly and you gasp at the warm sensation.

You feel so full, your tight needy cunt stuffed to the brim with his meaty cock, warm tight walls stretched so wide you never thought it was even possible.

His tip strokes your cervix just right as you begin to slowly roll your hips.

And soon, you're digging your nails into his broad shoulders, a string of hiccupped moans pouring out of your lips as he bounces you up and down his cock.

He softly pants and grunts in your neck and his chest reverberates against yours, rubbing against your sensitive perky nipples.

"Ahh...ahhh...Simonnn!" you sob out, shedding tears of pain and pleasure.

"My pretty girl... taking me so well, love!" he groans as his rough fingers dig into the plush of your hips, thrusting up into your tight hole mercilessly.

You feel the stream of sheer euphoria flow through you as you cum around his cock, coating it with your warm cream.

He utters a growl as he fills up your womb with his seed.

You flop onto his shoulder out of exhaustion.

"You ok, babe?" he questions worriedly.

"Never been better!" you reply with a chuckle.

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Read your post about something other than angst for Simon so I have a thought that needs to get out. Morning routine with Simon. Obviously, the man is military and has a strict routine but that all goes to shit with you. Sleeping in, lazy lunch, all that cute couples shit but with Simon.

hello! tyvm for sending this idea! cute and silly couple’s domestic fluff is sweeettt!! I hope you will enjoy this :D 💖

A Day of A Cute (and Silly) Couple - Simon Riley*Reader

[6:00]

Simon doesn’t need an alarm, he automatically wakes up at 6 am.

Jogging is an important part of his morning routine when he’s on leave, a nice way to maintain his stamina, and to keep him from getting too loose.

“Where you... going...”

Oh, he forgets he has an unavoidable barrier, between him and his morning jog.

Simon looks down at you, clenching at the hem of his shirt. Your eyes aren’t even open, you just catch him in instinct and now refusing to let go.

“Go for a jog, you know it, love.” The calmness of morning makes him explain in a soft tone unconsciously.

“Stay... please...”

“You can hug your blåhaj first, I will be back soon, yeah?”

“You feel better than blåhaj...”

“...”

It’s too cruel for him to just leave you here, not when you choose him over that bloody shark you always squeeze against your body.

Simon secures the curtain so the room won’t be too bright after the sun fully rises, and lies back on the bed.

Your limbs immediately twine around him when you sense his figure is nearby, and scoots closer to him.

Jogging is important to keep him from getting loose... it’s a must for him to be strict with his morning routine...

The voices in his mind are gradually replaced by the little snores of yours as he drifts back to sleep.

[12:00]

“Can we eat fries for lunch?”

you yell at Simon who’s preparing lunch in the kitchen.

“No”

“WHYYYY!”

“UNHEALTHY!” He shouts back so his voice won’t get covered by the noise of the range hood.

okay then... you feel a bit disappointed, but you can’t come up with a convincing reason, so you just back to sweeping the floor.

just as you’re cleaning the last few spots, a scrumptious smell catches your attention, it’s not those chicken breast or salad or scrambled eggs that Simon deems healthier.

“Do you make fries?!” You knock open the kitchen door with excitement.

What you see is Simon sprinkling some salt and pepper on a bowl of fries, and he turns to you when you rush in like an energetic child.

“A few fries are tolerable” He shows you the bowl, and you can’t wait to reach out and take a bite on the crunchy and golden fries.

“Thank you, baby.” You press an open mouth kiss on your lover’s cheek.

“Don’t kiss me with your greasy mouth...”He growls, but you’re already leaving the kitchen, lilting an off-key song with the bowl of fries in your arms.

Simon just shakes his head and starts cleaning the countertop. If some fries can make you this happy, then fuck those healthy diets.

[18:00]

You two sitting face to face on the couch, the air is full of tension when you speak first.

“Mushroom”

“Mango”

“Oreo”

“Orange”

“Egg”

“g...”

“It’s over 2 seconds! Go take out the garbage, silly!”

“Fucking hell...”

Snickering at Simon’s loss, as he grumbles and on his way to grab the garbage, you add another star under your name to ‘the winner of the week’ sticky note that’s pasting on the fridge.

[23:00]

“Time to sleep.”

“but I want to watch this movie.”

“You can watch it tomorrow.”

“pleassee I want to watch it nowww Simonnn”

“...Fine.”

(00:00)

Simon looking at you sleeping like a log, whole body leaning on him and tangling him like an octopus, totally ignoring the wretched screaming from the movie, sighs and turns off the TV.

He leaves a night lamp for you, in case you need to get up for water during the night, and adjusts you two into a more comfortable posture.

He hears you mumbling something like donuts or maybe your favorite character, and chuckles quietly at how silly you are.

He already knew you would fall asleep during the movie, so that’s why he gave in, and time proves that his prediction’s correct since he’s looking at your serene face now.

“Goodnight.” Satisfied with you resting safe and sound in his arms, Simon plants a kiss on the top of your head and closes his eyes, hoping for a sweet dream that has you in it.

a/n: blåhaj sorry I love u I don't mean to harm u

[roachbuggy]

SIMON AND BOOK SIMONNN!! 1!

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[symptomsoflettinggo]

he's LITERALLY jolly !!

OMGGG real and unedited christmas geoff !!!!! merry christmas simon <3

omg he is full of christmas joy and cheer!!! merry christmas ezra!

[ink-n-shadow]

I was gonna say you should continue bodyguard!simon then saw your posts don’t have the comment feature :( but yes you should!!!!

I'M SO GLAD SOMEONE WANTS MORE BODYGUARD!SIMONNN ;-; (also i turned on the comment feature so pleaseeee send me comments!! i love reading them)

CLUB HOPPER

𝜗𝜚 pairing: bodyguard!ghost x rockstar!fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: sexual touching (minors—DNI), simon just watching dove, alcohol consumption, slight allusion to an open relationship? (dove kisses other people and simon's not mad), groping, unedited

bodyguard!ghost would totally be the kind of partner to sit in the back of whatever upscale posh club you’ve dragged him to for the night, knees spread wide and thick thighs practically swallowing the leathered bench of the booth he’s crammed himself into.

it would be the night after your first headline world tour, a way to let loose after performing in front of a crowd of thousands of roaring fans.

you’re still wearing part of your concert outfit, a leathered miniskirt with tattered edges and chunks of missing fabric to expose more of the fishnets you’re wearing underneath. your top isn’t the usual bejeweled corset you wear on stage, swapped instead for one of simon’s old oversized black shirts with bleach stains all over it. your makeup is worn and slipping down your cheeks, flakes of mascara caked beneath your eyes and your lip gloss slightly smeared down your chin.

bodyguard!ghost hates the club scene, so you’re sure to order him a glass or two of whiskey to keep him busy as he watches you amongst the crowd of celebrities and rich people. his eyes remain focused on you as you swim amongst the crowd, pressing friendly kisses to cheeks and downing shots offered to you freely. he can feel the vein in his neck throbbing at the way people’s hands loop so easily around your waist, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt on your body and feeling the fat of your hips in their palms.

and by the teasing smirk poised on your mouth and the way your eyes flutter up every so often to make sure his chocolate eyes are fixed, simon knows you’re doing it on purpose. you live to fray his nerves, igniting them like live wires and making the blood coursing through his muscled body pump just a bit faster.

but at least bodyguard!ghost gets to be the one who downs the rest of his whiskey, pushing his way through the crowd with one of his thick shoulders tilted down to nudge people out of the way before he reaches you in the middle of the crowd.

you don’t even fight him as he simply hoists your malleable body over his shoulder, simply blowing kisses and waving at your friends as you smear your makeup across the back of simon’s black button up shirt. you don’t even speak until you’re outside of the club and away from the noise.

“is picking me up really that necessary?” you giggle drunkenly at the way the world appears from your new vantage point over ghost’s shoulder, street turned on its side and the streetlights glittering brightly against the black sky.

bodyguard!ghost doesn’t even answer you with words, grunting out an affirmative noise as he makes his way back to where he’s hidden your car for the night. he checks over both shoulders to make sure the coast is clear before letting one of his hands grip a handful of your asscheek, the action making a soft yelp and whine leave your mouth as he helps you get into the passenger seat.

“feel like i’ve earned it after watchin’ you tongue the whole club for a couple hours.”

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