#call of duty modern warfare headcanon

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hallo! Could I request a Ghost with a short reader? Like he tends to get underestimated because of his size but he’s just as strong and capable as the rest of them?

Simon “Ghost” Riley x short male reader

Headcanons

-          Simon is one of the people who don’t underestimate you. He knows that your size doesn’t reflect on how skilled you are. He even calls others dumb for looking down at you so much for your size.

-          He feels some kinda pride when you hand them their asses, proving his point that your height factor into your talents.

-          You grow closer during missions and your height turns into a useful skill because you can fit in to smaller spaces and its easier for you to sneak around and take out enemies.

-          Will use you are an example for new recruits on not underestimating your enemy, would show examples on how smaller enemies can take you down with your help, and how to take down smaller enemies.

-          Simon would never tell anybody this, but he likes that you are as strong as everyone else because you can throw him around or pick him up.

 -          He likes when you wear his clothes, though he doesn’t verbalize it. He just leaves some of his clothes laying around your room and you get the hint.

-          Simon does the thing where he comes up behind you and rests his chin on the top of your head, because it always makes you annoyed and try to push him off. He chuckles and leaves down to give you a kiss through his balaclava.

-          At times he teases you by holding things out of reach above his head, though you end up just scaling him like a tree to grab whatever it is he has in his hands.

-          Ghost has thrown you over his shoulder or tucked you under his arm many times, calls you fun sized or carry sized. Would call you Teeny as a pet name.

-          Simon likes that he can wrap himself completely around you when you cuddle, because he feels he can protect you more.

-          No matter your height Ghost will still be little spoon sometimes, so sometimes you cuddle and you will hook your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist like a backpack.

[ohmygraves]

after one of your leave, you came back to work with a ring around your finger.

you didn't mention it to anyone, and people simply noticed it when talking to you or handing you things. they congratulated you, talking about the ring. you nervously brushed it off, trying to explain it.

ghost didn't know about it either, and when he overheard someone talking about it, he dropped his mug of tea on the floor, the pieces scattering around the place.

this was such a shock to someone who had planned to propose to you.

well, propose might be a bit too far, considering you two are not even dating. he wanted to say it, but things were a little too hectic and he didn't have the guts to ask you out and moreover you're not sure if you'd like him... even if you two have been friends in the taskforce for years.

then again, in his mind, you two are practically an old married couple.

he was clearly upset by this, ignoring you and trying to push you away. he was undoubtedly hurt. did you elope with someone? why didn't you tell him? invite him to the party? did your "friendship" with him mean nothing at all?

ghost was snappy, in a terrible mood overall. he snaps at johnny, yells at gaz, and even glares at price. he was constantly on edge and it's starting to piss you off. so you confront him.

"what the hell's up with you?"

he didn't feel like humoring you, sitting down all irritated over his meal instead.

"you've been avoiding me all week, snapping at people... did i do something wrong?"

so he went off at you.

"wanna know what's wrong? you. coming back to base with a bloody ring. let me guess, you eloped with someone? is that it?" he hissed, "and here i thought i'd propose, that's out of the fuckin' window now."

you sat there, taking his words in. "... it's a fidget ring?"

you showed your hand to him, using your fingers to spin the little parts of your ring. he didn't realize how you've been fidgeting with it, or how you explained to people over and over that you're not married or engaged.

all of the sudden ghost felt like his blood ran cold, not only because he just acted so stupid jealous over a trinket, he basically admitted that he wanted to marry you.

"... wait, you wanted to propose to me?"

[euno11a]

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…”

[konigsblog]

frustrated mornings with simon riley

simon will refuse to let you go in the morning. large, burly arms wrapped around your form, holding you close to his figure while he snored. even through sleep, his grip was iron; impossible to break free from, despite how he let his guard down.

you wanted to get up, the birds chirping was your awakening, the sun rising up and peaking through the blinds nearly blinding you, straight into your eyes, hiding in his chest. simon's aroma is specific; tobacco sticking to his clothes, a slight scent of musk and cedarwood from his cologne, comforting.

a small sound of frustration brought you back to reality, his eyes slightly open as he tiredly gazed at you; eyes full of adoration. simon only gripped you tighter, small giggles as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, huffing at your hair - the shampoo essence lingering. his touch was smoothed, playing with his hair gently as he fell back into a slumber.

the man now atop of you, impossible to push the weight off. he's too heavy - from muscle mass. you whimper, pushing him off before he grabbed your wrist. “no..- five more minutes, love..” he grumbled, and you knew it wouldn't just be ‘five minutes’, instead another hour or two, maybe three, maybe you should just spend the day together in bed, why not?

is there any place like home? home is being under his grasp, his body caging around you, protecting you from his nightmares that kept him awake at night, staring down at your and brushing the hair from your face as he checked your pulse for what felt like the a millionth time to simon. he couldn't control how his chest rised and dropped rapidly, cuddling into you, finding comfort in the fingertips running down his back, massaging the muscles from his aches and begging you to stay longer.

no place you'd rather be than with simon, protecting eachother from the wild nightmares and fears that took over one's mind, leaving eachother with swollen lips as you'd told eachother how much you truly need and love one another through words and tender kisses. kissing him 'til he passed out atop of you, the weight of the world atop of you - simon.

[tacticalprincess]

sometimes you wonder how different the way könig handles you is opposed to the way he handles his opponents when he’s out on the field. youve never seen him in action, könig’s always been vigilant about keeping you as far removed from that part of his life as possible, but it’s not like you haven’t heard stories about how good he is at his job, how stealthily he takes down fully grown men with just his hands. the same hands that cradle your cheeks when you look up at him adoringly; that prepare you meals with love and care.

the same hands he makes you suck on, instructing you to get his long fingers nice and wet for him.

there’s something practiced about the stern way his large, scarred hands manipulate your body. the way he so effortlessly manhandles you into different positions, like now— sprawled out across his brawny body, broad chest pressed to your back, helpless and completely surrounded by him. the way he forces your legs open when your instinct is so clench them closed, trying to wrest away from his skilled fingers, giving you no choice but to lay back and take whatever he decides to give you.

he was slightly annoyed by all the squirming you were doing while he was watching his show, struggling to get comfortable when there was a pulsing ache in between your thighs that being in his presence always seemed to evoke. he knows you so well, fingers searching for the telltale sign of dampness around your panties. he’d tsked to himself as he slid his big hand inside, spreading your puffy folds and rubbing softly at your sensitive clit.

“shh, liebchen, don’t try to fight me now. this is what you needed, ja?” “why you running from me, hm?” he responds to your whining so sweetly once he’d bullied his his thick fingers in your tiny hole, fingertips massaging your gummy walls. he’s not a many of many words, the way he handles you speaks for itself. you’d like to think the tenderness that seeps through his firm touch is reserved just for you.

[granddaughterogg]

Simon Riley truly wants to watch movies with you before sleep.

Of course he does.

Your dedication to the case disarms him, even though he wouldn't let it show. The amount of time you spend on choosing the right flick. The way you arrange your battered laptop on top of a pile of books set on a chair, placed at a strategic distance from your shared bed.

He loves to watch as you fluff the pillows (each one from a different set, including Blahaj the plush shark). To watch as you press the 'play' button and then look up to him with starry eyes, saying: "This is gonna be good!"

He's endeared to the way you crawl under the duvet (and under the electric blanket as well, because Simon is perpetually cold) to snuggle trustingly into his side. How you throw your short leg over his massive thigh, clad in grey sweatpants.

Here's the problem though. All those small luxuries...the soft bedding, the familiar warmth of your body and the pleasant buzz emitted by the laptop engulf Simon in a soothing sense of safety. And there's only one way that a trained soldier's body can metabolise such a feeling.

The man conks out instantly and sleeps like a stone.

At first, you felt offended by this rejection of your honed cinephile taste. By the fifth time, you've realised it wasn't about the films or about you.

You've stopped poking him. You'd just slid your fingers into his tousled, reddish-blond hair, which gets all wavy whenever Simon skips his bi-monthly trip to the barber. You've learned to enjoy the rest of the film by your lonesome, listening to Simon's quiet snores by your side. You let this troubled soul enjoy his moment of peace.

Yes - the fearsome Ghost snores. He's had his nose broken more times than he can remember.

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Cuddling with Simon "Ghost" Riley (HCs) 🌷

i need a big strong military man to cuddle me and tell me i’m precious image from everyone’s fav @ave661 again totally pure fluff, not proofread, female reader :3

Simon Riley who loves to touch your hair when you’re cuddling, twirling a piece around his finger or just patting it, while you rest your head against his chest.

Simon Riley who finds it utterly hilarious to use his strength against you and hold to his chest, chuckling as you try to escape his death-grip. His big, strong arms wrap around you and hold you close to him as you playfully push against them.

"M’not letting you get away. You’re mine," as he grins mischievously. Cheeky bastard.

Simon Riley who is a little chubbier now than when he first met you, from all the good food you make for him. He wears that extra cushioning with pride, he loves to hold you against it when you’re cuddling.

Simon Riley who is a total head-kisser. If he’s spooning you, or if you’re sitting on his lap, he loves to lean down and kiss the top of your head. Once he got a bit overenthusiastic and ended up knocking his big nose into you, which ended with you having to kiss it better.

Simon Riley who won’t let you nap unsupervised when he’s around. The idea of you unconscious, without him there to look after you, is totally unthinkable. He’ll always let you nap on the sofa with your head in his lap, if he’s working, or on his chest if you’re laying together, watching a film. If you want to sleep in your bed, he’ll be in bed with you, or sitting on the armchair so that you don’t ever have to be unprotected.

Simon Riley who gave you a teddy bear when he left for his last mission, so that you could have something to hold when you missed him. Thing is, sometimes Si finds you cuddling the bear and gets all jealous, as if the teddy would steal his girl.

thanks for reading! 💗

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[sweet-as-an-angel]

Giant! König Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Creep! König, Perverted! König, König Owns a Cum Jar, Size Difference, Giant! König, Size Kink, Sadistic! König, Abuse of Power, Dub-Con, Cum Soaking, Attempts at Forced Impregnation, Implied Pregnancy, Voyeurism, Hostage Situation, Human Pet! Reader, Physical Violence, Human! Reader, Fem! Reader.

Giant! König captures you after he catches you sneaking around his castle, trying to loot something of value to take back to your impoverished village.

Giant! König immediately jumps at the opportunity to take you as his human pet, throwing you into a nearby jar and closing the lid, observing you like a spider beneath a glass.

Giant! König who, after deciding he wants to keep you long-term instead of turning your body into the sprinkles atop his ice cream, creates a more sustainable living space for you after discovering you’re not as durable as he thought (almost suffocating, dehydrating, and starving to death whilst being held in that damn jar).

Giant! König surprises you with a dollhouse of his own design: a door that locks from the outside, windows too small for you to crawl through, and walls made of a material too strong for your tiny utensils to burrow through.

Giant! König doesn’t take long to start using you for his own pleasure – almost like he has no other outlet; like he was just waiting for this opportunity to come.

Giant! König who, whenever he feels like punishing you, puts you in The Jar and stares you down whilst stroking his cock, gigantic even in comparison to other giants’. He grunts, berating you, telling you how he’d “Fill you with my cock if you weren’t so small – bet I could crush you with it if I wanted to.”

When he’s ready, he cums into the jar – all over you – thick and heavy, almost drowning you with just one spurt of his load.

He loves watching you struggle to keep your head above the viscous pool he’s trapped you in as you literally swim in his semen, looking up at him with pleading eyes, begging him to “Get me out, please!”.

He’ll often leave you in there without clothes to try and teach you a lesson. Until it turns into another reason – to breed you – which you accidentally sparked in him when you told him to be careful! You’ll end up getting me pregnant!

Giant! König can’t get your words out of his head, the primal urges he’s suppressed for so long unearthed by your pleas for him to spare you, if only once.

Giant! König knows he’s way too big to fit inside you, so this –  cumming profusely into a jar he’s encased you in whilst giving you no means of refusing his attempts – is the next best thing.

Giant! König gets off on the sheer size difference between the two of you  – the fact that you’re entirely dependent on him for your survival. Makes him feel like the kind of giant he’s supposed to be; strong and well-seeded.

Giant! König lays awake at night and fantasises about having a family, a far-off dream until you came along. It’s all he can think about as the image of you, his tiny wife, swollen to an almost painful degree as you bear his children, floods his mind, makes his cock twitch – harden. He resists the urge to relieve himself of this burden, preferring to save every ounce of his seed for you rather than wasting even a drop of it.

Giant! König who, despite his…questionable treatment of you, does try to treat you well. He lets you eat as much as you want, both because he knows you come from a poor background and because he has to keep you healthy to bear his offspring — especially since he knows they’ll be quite big compared to you.

Giant! König enjoys questioning you about your life before him, how humans work, what they do all day, whether the stereotypes of them all being lustful, pride-driven,  creatures are true.

If you validate any part of this stereotype, he’ll use that as an excuse to sink you in even more of his cum, to subject you to the task of sitting on his cock (horizontally, might I add) while he commands you to get yourself off by humping the shaft.

Man’s had no outlet for basicall all his life – he’s feral.

Giant! König loves to watch you while you’re tucked up in your dollhouse, observing everything you do. Humans are a rarity in the Giant Lands, so to have one in his home is a mythic occurrence.

Giant! König loves showing you off; he thrives on the reaction he gets when his friends see you. You’re, as stated before, a rarity in their parts, often used as a delicacy rather than a pet since humans aren’t particularly sturdy compared to giants, so managing to keep one alive is something of a status symbol in itself; the mark of a truly capable mate (hence captive humans are often given as courting gifts between giants).

However, König is also highly protective of you – especially after he caught Horangi (another giant he’d been showing you off to) goading you – harassing you – stroking his cock, telling you to “Lick the tip. Never felt a human tongue before.”

Needless to say, König never invited him around again after that.

Giant! König is, obviously, good with his hands and technical know-how. Thus, if his method of soaking you in his semen doesn’t work when trying to knock you up, he’ll create some unlawful contraption to make it inevitable.

Despite his size, König has managed to make a tiny glass syringe that he’s packed with his cum, holding you down easily with one hand as he presses the tip to your entrance, pumping you full of his seed.

He struggles to contain how the scene – the feeling – of you trying desperately to fight him off, to stop him from filling you, makes him feel. You have to watch the bulge between his legs grow as the feeling of being filled past full overcome you.

Giant! König does this as many times as he likes until he knows his seed’s taken, when you start showing. Which, considering how big his offspring will be, is pretty early on.

He definitely makes maternity clothes for you – comfortable garments that show the swell of your stomach as the weeks crawl by into months.

Giant! König loves bathing you, too. Especially after he’s covered you in his cum.

There’s something so intimate and gentle about it – a scarcity in the Giant Lands. Having something so small and fragile in his hands, knowing that he can crush you in his grip at any moment, makes him feel…responsible. Trustworthy.

Giant! König will never let you go, btw. You can try to run as much as you want, but he’ll always catch up to you, his human pet.

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[rockcollector3000]

Price eats pussy slowly. He’s savoring every single second of it.

He’s using his fingers to stimulate your g-spot while he sucks ever so gently on your clit.

He tells you to cum whenever you’re ready, then edges you for hours.

Oh you already came? That’s too bad cause he isn’t done yet. He doesn’t care how overstimulated you are, he wants to drown in your pussy.

Part two here

[peach-skyies]

[gatorbites-imagines]

hello good sir, might I request a ghost x reader fic where ghost and reader are married but the reader is soaps brother and after years of the reader talking about his husband soap is only just finding out its ghost, I like the whole idea reader and soap being related as I'm also scottish and I think it would be funny

Simon “Ghost” Riley x male reader

Headcanons

I have no idea how to write accents so there will be none of that, but it’s there in spirit.

-          There’s a large chance you have to be military as well to have met Ghost in the first place, maybe you even went into training together or were placed on the same team when you both first started out.

-          That would probably lead to you being there when everything with Roba happened, giving you your own scars and issues to deal with in the trauma section. But you and Simon lean on each other and survive.

-          I could imagine you two just get married on impulse, both having fallen in love a while ago and after returning after Roba, you both just go down and get married at the court house, not wanting to lose the chance of being together forever.

-          Neither of you ever really thought you’d get married, but you love each other too much to ever want to lose the other and being married helps settle some kind of fear you both have to being abandoned.

-          Neither of you wear rings as they are easy to lose or get stolen, so you both get a ring tattooed around your ring finger, or get some other matching tattoo to show your union.

 -          After everything you decide to settle down somewhere in England where you and Simon have a house together, somewhere that’s close enough that you can visit your family in Scotland but be close to base if need be.

-          Simon keeps going further in the military whilst you stay in England and become an expert in your areas, only going out on a normal number of outings as Ghost goes out on a large amount of them to further his career.

-          He still makes time to stay with you though, not wanting you to feel neglected or forgotten.

-          Its because of all his work that your family never actually meet Simon, but they see a few pictures you have around the house of the two of you, Ghost unmasked. And seeing as you refer to him as Simon and not as Ghost there’s no suspecting they’re the same person.

-          Soap is most likely inspired by your own time in the military to join himself, as he wants to take down people like Roba or just to make the world a better place.

-          No one knows fully what happened with Roba as its not something you talk about, but your entire family knows of the scars and the trauma you returned with, so they made their own conclusions.

 -          You’ve shown Ghost pictures of your family before, so he recognizes Soap immediately when they need, but Simon being Simon doesn’t say anything. He almost finds it entertaining and wants to see how long it takes for Soap to realize.

-          As their friendship blooms they learn stuff about each other, though Ghost already knows most of it about Soap since you’ve told him about your brother over the years. That’s when Soap learns that Ghost is married, and he immediately asks who the lucky person is and if Ghost has pictures.

-          Ghost immediately shoots it down, rolling his eyes at Soaps whining as he continues on with the mission, though he does chuckle a little to himself knowing the truth.

-          Ghost also lies about not understanding Scottish, as you’ve spoken it around him long before you got married so he has picked up on most of it, but he finds it funny to poke jokes at Soap, so he keeps it up.

-          During the entire thing that happened in the game you have no contact with your husband or your brother, which makes you extremely anxious and nervous, to the point where you get physically ill and have to take a few days off.

-          You’ve become a captain of your own team of experts who worry about you since you aren’t in the best state, so they take over most of your work for you.

 -          When 141 returns to England they’re sent to stay at the base you run since you have space and the resources for it. When you hear that they’re coming you immediately return to base to welcome them, and to lessen your own fears.

-          When they arrive you go to greet Price since he’s the captain, but when that’s over Soap throws himself at you and laughs as you catch him, worrying over him since he got hurt during the whole ordeal.

-          That’s when he introduces you as his brother, saying you’ve been in the military game for years, and that your husband was military too. That’s when Soap makes a comment about how he’s never actually met the guy, since he’s always out on missions.

-          That’s when Ghost steps closer to you, and as Soap makes a comment about how he hopes the guy at least makes enough money to pamper you with all the work he does, Ghost says that he sure hopes so, pulls up his mask, and kisses you.

-          The 141 all buffer for a moment trying to comprehend what they just saw, and its Soap who comes out of his first and immediately yells that you two were married the whole time?? And Ghost didn’t say anything.

-          That makes Simon and you start laughing. Your excuse is you didn’t know they were teamed up together, and Simon just says he wanted to see how long it took for them to figure it out. Price and Gaz will just laugh, whilst Soap complains that it isn’t fair.

 -          Its later that Soap realizes he’s seen Ghosts face before in the pictures you have in your home, and he immediately jumps to his feet and announces so. He and Ghost stay good buddies through all of this, though Soap does feel a little betrayed about the secret.

-          After everything that’s happened with this mission Ghost and Soap both cut down on missions a bit, having almost lost their lives and wanting to spend more time with the people who matter.

-          This means you finally get to bring Simon to meet your family, who all are extremely excited to meet your hunk of a husband. Soap of course refers to him as L.T the entire time.

-          Soap will definitely use that he’s your brother and Ghosts brother in law during missions or sparring, saying that Ghost wouldn’t dare hurt his brother in laws feelings, right? As Ghost is about to throw him across the sparring mat.

-          Soap would also call you when Ghost is working him to the bone, whining about your demon of a husband and asking how you can put up with him on a day to day basis. At that you just laugh and say your even worse with your rookies, so you don’t know why Soap is complaining.

-          Just imagine a lot of family fluff, like you and Ghost being domestic and cooking dinner together, or cuddling on the couch, or helping Ghost learn to enjoy Christmas again after all these years.

[femoso-seben]

Stupid idea that I thought up half asleep

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who got you pregnant when you two were teens (17)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who got yelled at by your father for getting you pregnant and band him from seeing you again

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who immediately went through all stages of panic. Got his ass beat by his father, before getting his shit together and start providing

Baby Daddy Ghost! And you were force to married

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who sent his first paycheck to you without even saying a word

Baby Daddy Ghost! And you fought because you two were scared

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who was there in the delivery room and was too stunned to speak and just nod along to what the nurses said, stared at his baby daughter until the nurses took the baby so she can lay on your skin.

Baby Daddy Ghost! who didn't let you drop out of school because he knew you had a bright future.

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who went into Butchary so you could go to college (your parents were more opening and caring and help baby sit your daughter unlike his)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who come back from work and cradle his daughter and sleep with her.

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who went into the military for his own purpose which you agree he should go into. (did college through the military)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who spend that summer saving Tommy and be more of a family man

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who divorce tokep you safe after his family was slaughter and move you into a rural place in England and keep a low profile when visiting you and his daughter. (remember he’s consider dead, visit at night and don't really leave the house to continue to deception your a widow)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who spends all his time off with your young daughter on his off time, (sends most of his money to you even if you have a good job he want to provide and your money can be use as fun money.)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who becomes more authoritative figure once she becomes a teenager and has to vet every man or woman she dated.

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who only tells the task force once they saw his personal phone’s lock screen (photo of his daughter on her birthday changes it yearly) brought her around and turns out she's a volleyball player (got some of simon’s height)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who gets a little sentimental seeing his daughter playing volleyball in the national youth lead

[ohmygraves]

once, you tried to hide from your husband simon.

it wasn't your first attempt, of course. he's very observant and would notice you missing if you were out of his sight for like five seconds. you two are basically joined to the hip, so it's really, really hard for you to just somehow disappear from his sight. you're thankful that somehow he didn't even set up security cameras for the house himself.

of course, that doesn't discourage you from pranking your husband.

simon was away on a deployment for a few months, and you have been planning all of this from start to finish. you've seen lots of tiktok and reels and whatever about seeing how long your spouse will go look for you if you went missing, and you're kind of curious as to how long it takes for him to go look for you. clearly, you weren't thinking that far ahead.

you went and set up cameras yourself, since it's high time that you need to install one anyway. you told simon before he left, he completely trusted you to deal with it. he's most likely going to check everything when he comes back anyway, making sure that you did everything properly. but that's how you find yourself sitting impatiently, waiting for him to pull over the driveway of your shared home.

after setting everything up, you make sure that the cameras are working around the house. one by the front door, one in each room (except the bathroom), one in the garage and overseeing the driveway, and one facing the backyard.

this was flawless. this was amazing. he's going to laugh and find you in five seconds as usual.

you quickly hide yourself in the closet after you hear him pull over, making sure to keep your voice as low as possible. you giggled as you saw him call for you as he walked into the house through the security camera. but you weren't ready to see what happened next.

simon kept calling for you, looking around nervously as he couldn't find you. he dropped his duffel bag on the floor, kicking his boots off in a rush as he looked everywhere for you, getting increasingly agitated and anxious since you didn't respond. you can clearly see how panicked he was, how scared he is. his voice cracks as you could hear him pass from room to room, his hands flipping through your entire house to find you.

seeing how panicked he was, you felt really bad.

you quickly leave your hiding spot, calling out to simon. he was holding a knife in his hand, a panicked look on his eyes as he turns to you, eyes blown wide. his breathing is irregular.

"simon! i'm sorry! i was hiding and—"

you couldn't even finish your sentence before he hugged you, dropping his knife as he held you close to him. his body shook silently as he pressed you against his chest, not wanting to let go. you could feel his heart beating fast, his fingers trembling against the small of your back. you could feel wetness dropping against your skin, but you're too scared to say it out loud.

"... don't do that again..."

"i'm sorry, simon..."

he didn't say anything, simply holding you tighter in his arms. he wouldn't leave you alone for a few days afterwards. you're sure he's still mad at you after what you did, but he didn't say anything, too busy holding you close to him hoping that somehow he could glue the two of you together so you wouldn't wander off.

you learned that you probably shouldn't try and scare him like that again.

[euno11a]

my mind is so in the gutter…

imagine that you’re more quiet in bed, like, very minimal moans and sounds. So when Ghost finally has you in bed and he’s fingering you, eating you out and all that jazz, he gets a little worried when you don’t make sounds.

“Does it not feel good, love?”

you instantly shut down those thoughts of his, cupping his face and saying that it feels so fucking good, you just aren’t a noisy person when it comes to sex.

ghost takes this as a challenge in some sense, increasing his speed of his fingers pumping in and out of you, flicking his tongue on your clit quickly and substituting his fingers for his tongue every now and again.

he was determined to make you moan for him so he could hear your pretty ass sounds. When he finally makes you a moaning and whimpering mess, you smirks, keeping that pace up, making you scream his name as you squirt all over his face and chest.

“Every time I fuck this tight pussy, I want you to tell me what feels good. I will not stop until I have you a moaning and screaming mess, love.”

[blondieeu]

killshot. konig.

konig! who has an extremely high sex drive and could go for dozens of rounds without getting tired because of how big he is.

konig! who stuffs you full of his thick cum and keeps going and overstimulate the both of you everytime you fuck.

konig! that doesn’t care that he just got home from deployment and is in the hospital for a broken leg and still wants to have sex in the hospital bed regardless of the doctors orders.

“please, i don’t care about that..cock hurts much more.. ich brauche dich..):” (i need you.. ): )

konig! who ends up fucking you to the core of the earth in that hospital bed after you pull the blinds and lock the door.

konig! who doesn’t shave because he thinks it’s hot when your slick gets caught in his pubes

konig! who you have to literally beg to stop eating you out because he’s been at it for 2 hours and you’re gonna pass out if you cum one more time!

konig! who teases you when you get all wet for him.

“hübsches kleines ding.. i make you feel this, ja?” (pretty little thing..)

konig! who keeps you from going dumb on his cock by occasionally snapping in front of your face to bring you back to reality because the stretch is so unbelievable.

konig! who’s cum oozes out of your pussy and onto his balls because he always has so much to give you.

konig! who fucks you to sleep when you’re tossing and turning at night, and it works everytime.

“what’s wrong?”

you turn towards him, your eyes wide awake as you stare into his sleepy ones.

“i can’t sleep konig.”

your eyes flickered to the red alarm that was on the nightstand behind him, reading 1:26AM.

and he’s already shuffling out of his boxers and pulling his cock out, pushing the comforter off of his lower half and beginning to roll on top of you.

“i’ll put you to sleep.”

blondieeu xx

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley Cuddling You 🧸

this is not about dominant tough simon riley, this is about sweet precious baby boy simon riley :3 this is my response to @paper-r-i-n-g-s-and-c-r-o-w-n’s request (here) and the link they included! thank u for being my first request loviee

Simon Riley absolutely loves to be babied when you cuddle him.

Scary Simon. Soldier Simon. 6’4", jacked Simon, walking around the base in his skull mask, scaring anyone who doesn’t know better shitless. To the enemy, he’s like an urban legend - once you realise that he’s there, it’s too late.

And that’s the image that he likes to keep - he grew up tough, and he refuses to be anything but tough. He might be nice now but he wouldn’t hesitate to blow your brains out if you double-crossed him.

That is, until he met you. It was hard to get him to open up at first, with his reluctance to be anything but casually terrifying, and his fear that he would get too attached, just in time for you to leave. But after 6 months together, he’s finally comfortable, and you’ve discovered his soft spot for being praised like a baby.

"Aww…" you coo, stroking his grown-out buzzcut, as he lays on your chest, "my sweet boy." His broad body is holding you down to the bed, and you know you wouldn’t be able to escape from under him if you wanted to. But you don’t mind, after all, it’s sweet to see him like this. With his face pressed into your neck, one strong arm around your waist and the other around your torso, he mumbles softly.

You press soft kisses into the top of his head as you rub his back - he’s been training all day and he’s so tired. :( Poor baby, he really needs you to hold him. His shoulders are sore and as you rub them gently he lets out a little whine, nuzzling his face further into the crook of your neck.

"Mmm," he groans, his voice muffled against your skin.

"Oh, baby…" you pull those hands back up to cradle him to you, "are you okay, sweet boy?"

"Tha’ hurts," he mumbles. He’s not very talkative when he’s like this, he just wants to be held.

"Sorry," you kiss the top of his head apologetically, "is my poor baby sore from training?" He groans as you call him that, nodding in response as he breathes in your scent.

"Speak up for me, sweetheart" you coo.

"’M sore from training."

"Who’s sore..?"

"Me."

"N what’re you, honey..?" you stroke his hair softly, like he’s a precious teddy bear.

"Your baby," he mumbles.

"Good boy." Just a few months ago, Simon would have been mortified by the interaction, but you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, cuddling up to you like he’s a cat and you’re a heating pad. He is a good boy, and he deserves some comfort after working so hard. 💗💗💗

(my other - nsfw - story about pathetic simon here)

i hope this is what you asked for! i hope it doesn’t come off as too pathetic but also i love writing (and thinking about) sweet pathetic simon. <3 like omg if anyone knows who made the render then lmk so that i can credit! i wasn’t sure who the name on the image referred to

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