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lilmouzee · 4 months
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Ghost and könig headcanons for you horny fucks
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Ghost definitely uses his height to his advantage.
He knows how much bigger he is compared to you. He loves it when you shrink below him while he towers over you, his shadow completely darkening your attitude, "So quiet now, little mouse. Scared of the big bad ghost?" He'll tease, hand gripping onto your cheeks to maintain eye contact
Ghost & König love to use you in front of mirrors.
They both force you to watch how the tip of their cock will slide in, stopping when you look away. Placing your hand right over the outline of his cock in your stomach "See? It's not too big, You're just being a baby. Now hush."
König definitely eats you out for his own pleasure.
König loves the little noises you make while his thumb rubs small circles on your clit, fingers stretching you while his tongue digs deeper, thighs squeezing around him, incoherent babbles being your responses when könig ask if you want to cum.
Ghost likes coming inside you while könig likes cumming on you.
Ghost will have you on top of his lap back against his chest, his cock nestled inside your cunt keeping his cum inside you, while könig has his cock resting in your mouth, cum shooting down the back of your throat
Ghost and Konig hate sharing you and make it an absolute competition to see can get more orgasms from you.
"Come on, little mouse, you can give one more, yeah? That's all I'm asking for, promise." Ghost whispers in your ear. He'd already gotten 2 orgasm from you, and he didn't plan on stopping. "Best to back down now, könig." Köing just pushing him away before sliding his own cock inside your already abused pussy.
Ghost definitely enjoys primal prey.
Bringing you to a new forest to get lost in that he knows too well, giving you a 5 minute start to run and hide before he comes hunting after you. Immediately getting lost in his own head while he chases after you, catching you to in almost no time, wasting no time to take your panties off. Ripping a whole in them before sliding his fingers against your slit "Hope you're ready."
König loves when you're mad at ghost and come to him.
König will open you with welcome arms, "He's so cruel to you, isn't he my little kätzchen?" König loved the way you melted in his arms, his hand rubbing a small circle on your inner thigh."Let me make it all go away, hm? You want that?"
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angelatsumu · 5 months
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bedtime with olderboyfriend!simon <3
thinking of older!boyfriend!simon who says “lights off” before turning off your nightstand and leaving you to scroll endlessly on your phone in the dark. he thinks it’s an indicator that you should be going to bed, but once he’s rolled over he can still hear the incessant tapping of your fingernails scrolling through each video and image on your feed. he clears his throat, hoping you’d get the hint. when he hears the clatter of nails again, he grunts at you. “phones off too, pup. y’know damn well it’s jus’ gonna ruin your sleep,” he huffs matter-of-factly, and you whine a little protest before conceding. you place your phone down next to your lover’s and curl up under the covers beside him.
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honestlyhiswife · 5 months
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i like to think that Ghost is actually softer than he lets on. It’s only natural for him to be defensive, what if somebody uses information about him against him?
But when Ghost truly knows that he can trust somebody, I think that he turns to putty.
Putty in the sense that, he’d mold himself for them, to accomodate them in his life. Making sure that he covers the corner of the table when you bend down to pick something up. Watering your plants that have mysteriously not died in 3 months. Restocking your favourite sweets.
While it may take a long time, his caring tendencies last a long time as well.
in addition:
He thinks you’re oblivious to all this, that you have no idea what’s going on. In reality, you play the part of being oblivious because you know that he enjoys caring for you in subtle ways since he hasn’t mustered up the strength to do it boldly.
Purposefully leaving the Sunday newspaper for him so he can do crossword and sudoku. Eating new sweets so you have an excuse to feed him some. Giving him a really quick peck on the cheek before leaving.
In the end, it’s the small, sweet nothings that amount to everything to him
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simonsslut · 6 months
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meeting simon in the army.
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18+ MDNI || nsfw || f!reader || oneshot/drabble || masterlist
wc: around 4.8k
cw: eventual smut, unprotected p in v, lil massage trope, spit kink, simon being his own enemy, reader being oblivious, simon loves tits, simon’s kinda mean at first but sweet at the end-ish, not proofread.
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Lieutenant Riley is familiar with the process of adding a new addition to their little task force. but just because he's familiar with it, doesn't mean he's a fan of it.
a new member, a new person means that he has to most likely deal with another soap of sorts. don't get it wrong, he's okay with soap, but that doesn't mean he enjoys the constant questions soap seems to ask about him, even when he knows they irritate him, but that won't stop his curiosity.
you're confident when you show up to the meeting room, nothing new. recruits are either confident in themselves or they're completely terrified and it'll be written all over their faces.
soap is quick to befriend you, both of you snipers and demolition experts after all. it gives him a whole new buddy to talk with. simon takes this as a good sign, maybe he won't have to spend much time showing your around and telling you about the team and how things work here if soap is gonna spend all his time with you. right? wrong.
Price assigns soap on a mission with another task force soap had recently worked with before TF141. meaning that Simon is going to have to spend every free waking moment he has with you. and for a guy like Simon, this is hell. but don't take it the wrong way, he's like this with everyone.
you're quick to find the large man rude, dismissive. you'll ask barely personal questions and he'll shrug it off and blatantly ignore you. will roll his eyes or just walk away mid-conversation (which was one-sided anyway).
maybe you talked too much? had you asked him too many questions? maybe he just didn't like you for absolutely zero reason. you decided to stop thinking too much about it. you didn't do anything wrong, maybe he's just a natural-born asshole.
Soap had mentioned something about the lieutenant having a stick somewhere deep up his ass and to not worry too much about how he treats you.
however, after telling yourself you'd stop losing sleep over it, you continued.
maybe he just wasn't used to having a woman on his team. They are all men after all. but that wouldn't be professional, plus the others aren't like that with you. they kinda just treat you like their own. they knew about your background, and what you have done, and they respected you for it, so why couldn't he?
simon knows better than most about your background, he had to study your file after Price mentioned your recruitment.
"weapons of choice - melee; knives, axe."
a shared opinion.
he trains with you to see how advanced you really are. weapon training and all that is fine, but sparring? this has to be a joke. that mountain of a man versus you? you've got muscle to you, yeah, but even soap going against simon is an evident loss. and soap is a big guy.
you start off with Gaz. he's also tall and well built, but he's the more common build of soldiers. you guys spar for an hour, or two, and then you take a break.
you don't think much about who your next spar round will be with, so the anxiousness doesn't begin to settle in until ghost's rough voice calls you over to the mat. he's the only one there. and it settles in.
you look over at Gaz and the look on his face is one of pity, your face drops.
it's not even 30 seconds into the round when you're already dropped to the ground. the mat feels like concrete when you hit your back on it.
"c'mon, get up." ghost says in an almost pissed off way.
you groan and roll over, quickly getting back up on your feet. "no mercy?" you ask in a huff. "you won't get mercy when you're fighting for your life in the field, you should know this, sergeant." he states dryly, but the way he said 'sergeant' sounded like an insult rolling off his tongue.
after 30 minutes of repeatedly losing, you admit defeat. but at least he stays with you after hours when the others have left, leaving you both alone so you don't have to keep losing in front of a crowd.
3 months of dry responses, frequent scoldings, straight-up constant attitude from the man and not many interactions besides from when he was ordering you around or lecturing you about a fuck up in training or on a mission.
and even though he wouldn't interact with you much, it somehow seemed that he was always on your ass, always watching to see what your next fuck up would be, always so observant. because why the hell were his eyes always on you? every time you'd glance over at him, he'd already be looking at you with that dark 1000-yard stare, arms crossed and sitting across any room you were in at the moment.
3 months is what it takes for him to not act like a complete brooding asshole towards you even for just a moment. reason? you saved his life.
sort of.
simon was clearing a wide area in a warehouse on a mission and it seems one of the men there seemed to blend in far better than anyone else could. Simon was almost too late, almost the one standing at the receiving end of a bullet to the head, but you had him. and you saved him.
neither of you thought too much about it though, after all, it is your job to have each other's backs in the field. he only gave you a gruff "thank you" when he brushed passed you towards the exit. but you took that thank you as a sign that he didn't absolutely despise you like you had thought he did for the past 3 months.
or so you thought. not much changed afterwards. but at least whenever you'd start a conversation, he'd just stare at you instead of walking off. but he'd always stay quiet. you wanted to give up, you should've given up. but something deep inside you had you pushing.
what it was wasn't so obvious at the time.
but that's probably because you were so oblivious.
you didn't know him like the boys did, you were new. so no one could've blamed you for not seeing the obvious frustration you caused him. soap on the other hand thought it was bloody comedic.
you always assumed the triple checks on your comms and positions were just because he didn't trust you enough to know what you were doing. because why would you think anything else with the way he behaved towards you?
the way he'd suddenly appear when a private was up and flirting with you. he'd come and scold you for having chitchat when you should've been doing paperwork, his jaw tensed. he'd look behind you to give the private a glare that you would've assumed was a 'get back to work' glare and not the threatening glare it actually was, because why would you think otherwise?
when you all went out to the pub for a drink after a long exhausting mission to relax a bit, but you hadn't had alcohol in so long so you didn't think to slow down, eventually blacking out on Simon's shoulder, and ending up in your quarters at the end of the night, boots off and snuggly tucked in under your sheets.
what you did notice is that you'd never be assigned to missions that ghost wasn't on. you caught on eventually but you never mentioned it, too annoyed with him to start an argument you knew you'd lose.
but when you're all at the pub on another night, soap and gaz over by the pool table, drunkenly betting against each other, and price long gone back to the base and having called it an early night, leaving the two of you at the table alone, it slips out.
he's been ignoring your attempted starts of a conversation all night, the alcohol had given you the motivation you needed to try again, but you've had enough of the silent treatment.
"hey, i've noticed I only go on missions that you're on.." he tenses. "'s that because you don't trust me? or somethin?"
he doesn't respond as per usual, and you know he's already annoyed with you but you keep pushing.
"you can be a real prick, y'know?" you mumble out, earning a side glance from him, his hand on the table, fingers tapping on his empty glass. he stays quiet.
"I just don't understand why you dislike me or whatever. I haven't done anything to you personally, I don't think.." you trail off, furrowing your brows as if in thought. he just stares down at you.
"you're a real pain in my ass" you then state rather confidently. he raises his brow at this before looking down at his empty glass and muttering a "Seems we've got that in common."
you roll your eyes and groan, moving to grab your beer but he moves it further up the table before you can reach it.
"hey-" you start but he interrupts, "you've 'ad enough." he grumbles out and you scoff, standing up from the chair and walking over to where Soap and Gaz are laughing it up with each other.
but maybe he's had a bit too much to drink too.
because the moment a man starts flirting with you at the bar, his hand just a bit too touchy, Simon appears, his hand is gripping the man's shoulder and pulling him back with an angered "back off."
you can't even manage out a "what the hell-?" before he's grabbing your bicep and dragging you out of the pub. you stop protesting rather quickly, too tired to continue. you just let him drag you all the way back to the base where he only lets go of you when he reaches the doorstep of your barracks building.
"sleep. now. don't wanna deal with your lazy tired ass tomorrow when you're moping around because you didn't get enough rest." he grunts out before abruptly turning in his place and leaving.
it's the next week when you're in the break room sitting across from Soap who's on his phone and drinking his coffee when you voice your troubles. "I can't deal with him anymore, Soap, really. he gives me such a hard time and I don't understand why," you practically whine to him.
"bloke doesn't know what to do with you when you practically give him a hard on all the time." he says it so plainly. as if it's a common fact, no big deal.
though you, of course, take it as a joke.
"Oh shut up, I'm serious." you groan through a chuckle and he just looks up at you and smirks before excusing himself to go back to his duties, leaving you there to mope at the wall.
the hell does that even mean?
luckily for you, you forget all about your short conversion in the break room, your mind too occupied from the busy week to care about a little dumb joke that soap told.
maybe you should've sat to think about said joke for longer.
you zone out while you do paperwork, your mind running on autopilot so that you don't pay attention to the time on the clock running past 11:30pm.
you hands hurt. your wrists hurt. and your back is sore from uncomfortably hunching over this old desk in this dinky chair that doesn't even spin properly.
you're too tired and too caught up in mentally complaining about everything to notice the tall figure standing in the doorway of the office you're working.
so when he speaks, voice baritone and accent thick, it scares the absolute living shit out of you. letting out a short yell and flinging your pen across the room, you look over at him.
you roll your eyes, too tired to even deal with him right now, preparing for him to lecture you about how sleeping late is bad for you even though literally everyone on base knows that he has the most fucked schedule of them all.
"I know it's late, I don't wanna hear it. this is the only free time I had to do this." you explain, your voice low and tired.
"didn't say anything." he responds and you glare up at him, and he knows.
he walks across the room and picks up the pen that you flung, his heavy steps making their way over to you and handing you back your pen.
he hasn't done or said anything threatening, so then why does it feel like he did?
you whisper a small 'thank you' before looking back down at your sheet and writing a few things down. he just stands there, staring down at your with crossed arms, observing. always observing. that's all he does. all he ever does.
you try to not let it get to you but he's just so intimidating.
you clench your jaw and breathe for a moment before focusing back on your paper. but just as you do that, he rounds the desk and stands behind your chair.
he grabs the chair, pulling it back a bit before his voice demands out, "stand,". you don't hesitate a moment before standing up quickly.
silence.
why does it feel like ages before he finally speaks??
"you're tense." he states and you furrow your brows because what the hell is happening. "y-yeah, I guess?"
the air is thick.
you're so caught up in empty thoughts that you don't hear what he says. "sorry, what'd you say?" you ask but it comes out a whisper without you intending for it to.
"may I?"
you're not sure what he means but you still slowly nod.
you suddenly freeze and your eyes go wide when you feel his palm wrap around your hair and move it to the side, his other hand resting in the crevice between your shoulder and neck, bare.
he's not wearing the glove.
his hand is warm when he suddenly squeezes you there, checking to see just how tense you are and your mind is blank. your thoughts have evaporated and you can't fucking move, because what the hell is happening!?
"why're you so bloody tense?" he asks, his voice so fucking deep that it makes your skin warm up. you've always hated the effect that his voice alone has on you.
'maybe because you're touching me?' is what you think to yourself.
"I don't know? work?" you sound so unsure of yourself that it feels embarrassing.
he mutters a quiet "yeah." while he continues to massage the area.
you wouldn't say this is a complete 180º from the way he's been treating you for the past couple months, but... this is a complete fucking 180º from the way he's been treating you these past couple months.
but you can't deny how fucking good it feels. his hands are so big and warm. the roughness of them surprisingly adding so much more to the massage and it feels so. good.
you can't help the slight moan that escapes your lips when you dip your head forward, giving him more space to work with.
ghost would halt his movements but that would only make you suspicious of what's happening to him behind you he clenches his jaw hard, his entire body tensing as he feels his pants grow tight and fuck is he fighting back a groan.
he did this to himself. he should've just minded his business and muttered an order to you like he usually would. he should've put up the asshole act instead of strolling in and offering a goddamn massage because he would never in his right mind actually do this.
he's barely slept for the past three days, so he doesn't really have control over his own actions, especially when it comes to you. it's always you that gets him like this, only you.
it's quiet for so long while he just massages your shoulders. usually It would be awkward, but this time it's just comfortable.
when he finishes, his hands remain and you start to actually snap back to reality on where you are, who's behind you, and what's going on. you don't move, hell you barely breathe. how could you when you could feel every breath he takes hit the skin on the back of your neck or how you can feel the heat radiating off of him while he stands behind you as if he's a human furnace or something.
there's always been tension. whether it was negative or positive, you were never completely 100% sure which. but it was always there. and it bothered the fuck out of the both of you.
you feel his thumb caress your nape. just a small movement. you wouldn't've noticed if you weren't hyper focused on every fibre of his being standing right behind you, not caring for your personal space despite him always getting pissed about not having enough of his own.
you don't know how to move on from this moment. there're no words in your mouth, your body frozen still under his gaze, under his touch.
you want to say something, anything. but you don't know what.
"ghost," you start, but he doesn't answer, he just rubs his thumb over again. "ghost." you try again.
silence.
"simon." he stops.
"what are you doing?" you turn your head to the side when you whisper this, looking at him stand behind you out the corner of your eye, and he stares right back.
after his silence, you go to move but he stops you, his hands grabbing your arms and keeping you in place. you go to shake him off but when you lean your body back, you feel something against your ass and your breath hitches.
he shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw, he knows you felt it, and he knows he's fucked when he lets out a quiet groan.
"it seems you’ve been stressed too..." you mumble out and his grip on you only tightens. you don't think before you nudge your ass against him again but with purpose and his breathing stutters.
"Don't." he demands through gritted teeth, but you only do it again and he doesn't stop you.
he then pushes you forward and you gasp, your crotch hitting the desk edge as you bend over the desk.
he doesn't do anything for a few moments as he thinks over what he's doing. he's your superior. this is wrong. so why does it feel so good to drag his hand down your back.
he then suddenly lets go of you and backs up, confusing you in the process. you stand back up and turn to stare at him, your brows furrowed and you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
the way you look at him, it's as if there's hope in your eyes and that only spurs him on to do what he does next. he moves his hand up to raise the bottom of his mask up to rest just over his nose. he then quickly loops his arm around your waist and pulls you in for your lips to meet his in a kiss born off of sexual frustration.
you're quick to wrap one of your arms around his neck, not caring at all for what this means because god it feels so good.
he groans against your lips and pushes you back against the desk, lifting you a bit to sit you down on it before he mumbles against your lips.
"you gon' let me do this?"
the man, your lieutenant, your superior who you thought hated you so damn much for the longest time, is asking for your permission as his hand squeezes your thigh.
this is crazy. all of this is crazy. yet you nod.
he spreads your thighs with his hands and stands between them while his mouth moves from your lips down to your jaw and then to your neck, his lips hot and wet against you.
you let him push you back until your back is flat against the desk, his hand moving to grab your hip to keep you in place just as he likes while his other hand loops under the waist band of your pants and palms you over your panties.
you can't help but whimper when he does this which only turns him on more. and he grunts against your neck when he removes his hand only to grind his covered bulge against you.
you huff out as he continues to grind against you, growing in need when heat begins to pool in your core while his hands grip at you tightly as if you'd disappear if he let go. and he's not about to risk that when he finally has you right where he wants you.
you pull at his clothes, a whine slipping from your lips and he knows what you want. one of his hands moves to slide your shirt up your stomach and you let him. when he does get the shirt off of you, he doesn't even go to unclip your bra, instead his hand moves to grab the front of your bra and drags it down, your tits falling out.
he grabs one of your tits and mouths it, sucking, while his other hand moves to pull your pants down.
he backs up and fully pulls your pants off before he's back on you, mouth on your tit while his left hand plays with the other and his right hand slips under the fabric of your panties, feeling how soaked you are.
his thumb applies pressure on your clit which has you already gasping and arching into his touch.
he teases you a bit, wanting to see how desperate you'd get before he actually fucks you with his cock. he slips a digit in and groans against your nipple when he feels how your wet warmth clenches around just his finger.
he adds another and then another, wanting to stretch you out enough for him to squeeze in.
he curls and thrusts his fingers in you, getting to that spongey spot in you that has you moaning and throwing your head back against the desk, whining fro him to finally put it in.
"y'want me?" he asks but you can't even reply.
"I asked if y'want me, love." his voice is gravel when he repeats himself, wanting an answer out of you before he takes this further.
you nod, frantic and and grinding against his palm for more friction against your clit. "y-yes, yes sir, please-" you answer and he feels his cock twitch in his pants.
he moves his lips back up to your neck and removes his hands from you, undoing his pants and pulling himself out, precum beading at his red tip.
you whimper at the sight of it. it's obvious to see how big of a man simon is in general, he's huge. and it seems that so is everything else about him.
he doesn't bother to remove your panties as he's too impatient. instead he just moves them to the side, his finger running down your slit before he brings it to his mouth to get a taste of you, letting out a satisfied hum.
he then brings his hand up to you and orders, "spit", and you do.
he pumps himself a few times to wet it before he aligns with your slit and you inhale when he starts to push in, stretching you out so perfectly for him. so fucking big.
he takes his time pushing into you, his warm breath against your neck when he groans as he bottoms out, deep inside you. “so fucking tight…” he groans through gritted teeth.
you clench around him, your hands slipping under the fabric of his shirt and your nails clawing at the skin on his back, wanting him to move already as you grow impatient and needy.
he does just that, drawing his hips back before thrusting back into you resulting in a yelp from you. and he doesn't stop.
his pace is already above slow and picking up with each time he hammers back into you, curses and moans falling from his lips like he's in heaven, because he is.
your lips meet his again and you moan into his mouth with each thrust. he makes out with you like a man starved, like he's been wanting this for so long…you under him while he fucks into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do.
the only sounds in the room being the squelching of your pussy as he thrusts into you and both of your moans. if anyone was walking down the hallway at this hour which is unlikely, they'd most definitely hear what you two are doing.
he moves his hand down and presses his thumb to your clit while he continues to fuck into you, rubbing it in circles which has you crying out through moans, tears of pleasure threatening to spill out the corners of your eyes.
your breathing becomes ragged as your back arches deeper into him, your hips bucking against his to meet his pace while he groans and nips at the skin on your neck, “takin’ me so well… s’ fuckin good f’me…” he moans and it sets your skin on fire.
he's close and so are you.
your fingers move under the back of the mask to pull at his short hair and he let's you do it, trusting you to not pull the mask off.
your lips against his ear, letting him hear all your pretty sounds and it only drives him further, his pace keeping steady, knowing just what you need when you moan out "i'm close..so close.." and he knows it too as he feels you clench tightly around him.
he surprises you when he places his thumb in your mouth when you moan, flattening it against your tongue and grunting a “open f’me, yeah?” and you do without hesitation, opening your mouth nice and wide enough for him to spit on your tongue. he doesn’t even have to tell you to swallow before you do it automatically, earning a smirk from him before he kisses you again.
the combination of his thumb rubbing in circles against your clit and him hammering into you has your body stuttering and spasming, feeling like you're getting possessed as you let out a strangled and broken quiet scream as you finally come undone beneath him, your vision going for a few moments while he fucks you through your orgasm.
you continue to moan when he keeps pumping into you after your orgasm, chasing his own high while he grunts out "'m gonna come... gonna come on your tummy, love.." before he quickly pulls out of you, leaning back up and pumping his cock a few times before he releases his load on your stomach followed by his heavy breaths.
he stares at you for a moment, his chest rising and lowering in heavy breaths before he leans over you to grab the tissue box in the corner of the desk and wipes his cum off of you.
he puts your panties back in place and steps back, handing you your pants. he shoves his cock back into his pants and then watches you pull yours back on, his arms crossed.
now that the foggy feeling in your mind is gone, you're shy as you stand under his gaze.
you just fucked your lieutenant.
he licks his lip before pulling the mask back down and sitting back onto the chair. you're confused for a moment before he nods his head in the direction of the door and mutters a "go t'sleep. it's late."
you look at the door and then back at him, furrowing your brows in confusion. "but my paperwork-" he interrupts you before you can finish your sentence. "I'll do your paperwork. now go to bed. tha's an order." he instructs and you stand there absolutely dumbfounded before you actually register his words.
you slowly nod and he clenches his jaw before he looks at the short stack of paperwork on the side of the desk, grabbing one and beginning to work on it, but you're still there.
"thought I told you t-" he pauses when you lean down to place a kiss on the fabric over where his temple is, taking him by surprise as it shuts him up.
you then give him a sweet smile, your hand sliding down his muscular arm before you turn around and walk out the small office, leaving him to do your paperwork after he fucked you so well just a moment ago on that very desk.
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ahqkas · 8 months
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thinking about husband!simon who just takes care of you in the best way possible and you’re ofc grateful for that
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husband!simon who insists on sleeping on the side of your bed which is the closest to the door. that way he can protect you from any intruders (not possible when he lives under the same roof as u, he makes sure of that) and it helps him with falling asleep bc he can rest now when you’re away from the harm’s reach
husband!simon who tucks you tightly to his chest or side when falling asleep, your intertwined fingers laying on your own chest as the warmth he provides calms you down and fills you up with safety and comfort. his grip is tight the whole night but once he falls into a deep slumber (he rarely does) and his arms loosen up around you, he’s immediately wrapping them around your sleeping form in an even tighter hold than before, because the fear of losing you will never leave the back of his brain
husband!simon who insists on adopting a dog to guard and protect you when he’s not beside you to do it himself. he’ll be satisfied and at ease with himself once you agree in the idea, but if you’re against it you better be ready for a silent treatment this man is going to put you through. he just wants you to be safe and again, the fear of losing you is still present. simon will eventually after fee hours back up from his sour mood and have a serious talk with you about the dog. he’ll drop the subject once you tell him your firm “no” but when a “yes” falls from your lips he’s immediately driving towards the nearest shelter with you. he would rather adopt the dog from a shelter, because he believes he (you) could give the animal a better chance at its life but he won’t mind if you decide on another form of getting your new pet. he’s taking his time, patiently looking over every dog who looks fine enough to fill simon’s role as a protector when he’s gone. any big dog that gives off ‘scary dog’ privileges has a small plus on his list but the choice of your new dog is on you. after all, you’re gonna shower the new family member with love and he wants it to be a choice you’re gonna decide on together
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greatstormcat · 5 months
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Stalker!Ghost finds out that you’re planning to meet friends for drinks in town and makes sure he is at the pub before you so he can check the place out. He gets himself a quiet corner to wait for you and your friends to arrive, and then moves closer so he can hear the conversation. He nurses a glass of bourbon, hood up and a face mask in place, keeping an eye on anyone that gets too near to your group for his liking. It’s easy enough to put off any would be interlopers with a glare and a jerk of his head.
Stalker!Ghost listens in and hears you telling your friends that there have been strange things happening in and around your house recently. Things have moved around, broken items have started to work again, you think you have a ghost in your house. You giggle and laugh about it, and he cannot help but grin as he sips his drink. You’re not freaked out, in fact you all spend a good amount of time making silly jokes about. One friend says you should leave out a note asking a question and see if you get an answer.
Stalker!Ghost loves that you’re taking it all so well and appreciate his efforts to take care of you. You don’t scare easily, and he is so proud that you’re his. Even if you don’t know it. He is surprised by how strongly he does view you as his now. That night, when he comes by to check the locks and make sure you’re okay he finds a note pad open on your coffee table and a note saying ‘is there anyone there?’
Stalker!Ghost grins and writes underneath it….. ‘no’
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fooshigoomies · 1 year
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𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥' 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞
𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 "𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭"
𝐜𝐰: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬,𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐨𝐜 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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many would believe that a hulking, dangerous man like simon wouldn't have a soft bone in his body. not even a chance. the man is a killing machine, trained to have no mercy when it comes to the battlefield.
people are scared of him, his enemies have nightmares because of him, but only one person in the whole world can say that they've seen the soft side of him.
and that was his adorable, little girlfriend. the only person in the world who made the great killer melt, the only one who saw the face behind the mask.
and, as much as ghost loved slaying his enemies on the field, as much as he destroyed everything in his way when he was on a mission, he, just as much loved taking care of his special one.
kinda funny, how this heartless man can become the most gentle giant behind closed doors for his girlfriend. only soft touches, gentle big hands and all the care in the world.
"why don't you join me, tho?" you asked, letting your head tip back as he wet your hair, gently brushing his hands through it.
"i'll take a shower later. let me take care of you now, hm?" simon shook his head and turned off the water before grsbbing the shampoo bottle.
he poured some in his hands and lathered it on his palms before scrubbing at your scalp with it, making sure you kept your eyes closed.
it was wierd. such a big guy, but his touch was so soft, so silk like, it was like he was scared of breaking you.
"i want you to keep your eyes closed now, okay love?" he whispered gently as he got closer to you, kissing your forehead.
you nodded and closed your eyes tightly when he turned on the water again to rinse off the shampoo. he covered your eyes with one of his big hands, so none of the shampoo water got into your eyes while he rinsed it all off.
when he was done, he grabbed a warm towel and pat your face dry before grabbing the conditioner and your other hair products. he respected your bath routine step by step, because he wanted to make sure that you're well taken care of.
"there we go, you smell just like a flower" he smiled with a soft tease in his tone, as he picked you up from the tub and wrapped you in a fluffy towel to carry you to your bedroom.
you rolled your eyes a bit, but smiled back at him nevertheless, clinging to his wide shoulders.
he put you down on the bed and dried you up with the towel from head to toe, making sure he didn't miss any spot. after he was done, he grabbed your body lotion and rubbed it all over your body. he loved your soft skin, compared to his rough one.
he didn't let you lift one finger, he wanted to do it all by himself, because he liked taking care of you. grabbing a change of clothes, he kneeled on the floor and helped you put on a pair of pastel pink panties, lifting them up your legs until they were in their place. still kneeling, he looked up at you, his eyes full of adoration as he leaned in a bit closer and placed a soft kiss on your stomach.
blinking a few times, he let out a soft sigh while hugging your waist, letting his forehead rest on it for a few seconds.
"you alright, simon?" you ran your hand through his hair, brushing it gently through your fingers.
"yeah. just give me a moment" his voice was muffled by your skin as you let him rest on you for a bit more. you didn't know what ran through his head at that time, but if he needs a few seconds of silence and comfort, you'd be sure to give him as much time as possible.
few minutes later, he kissed your stomach again before grabbing your sleep dress, "can't let you catch a cold" he spoke, soft still, as he slid the fabric over your body, admiring how beautiful you made it look.
a bit more time passed and you were laying in bed, waiting for simon to come from the bathroom. at your pestering, he went to take a shower too, freshen up after his latest mission. he wanted to pamper you a bit more, feel your skin on his for a while longer, but you promised him that you would stick to him like glue once he has taken a bath as well.
he didn't do it until he dried, brushed and braided your hair tho. your needs were more important for him than his own, and he always made sure to give you that princess treatment.
he entered the room and found you laying on the bed, watching tv and waiting for him. he was in some comfy pajama bottoms and no shirt, his face clean and shiny, his hair wet. (i imagine he has like, really really short hair, military hair cut)
scars littered his body in various sizes; some where small unnoticeable, others were old and deep, they looked like they have been with him forever.
along his bruise, cuts and wounds, were also bite marks. from you. you liked biting him, and he just tolerated it. he always says you're like a cat.
"that's more like it" you gave him a teasing grin and watched as he got into the bed with you, draping the covers over himself, "you're nice and clean, come cuddle"
he chuckled and shook his head at you, before he pulled you close to his chest, "the old reliable for tonight?" he asked as he stretched his arm towards the nightstand, grabbing your favorite book, "or do you wanna go straight to sleep, hm, love?"
"i want you to read for me" you whispered while getting comfortable around him, your head on his chest, laying on your side with one arm and one leg draped over his warm body.
simon had a very strong and deep voice, but when he whispered, when he read out loud to you, it was a bit softer, a tad sweeter, like he read to a baby. with a small kiss on your forehead, your boyfriend held you closer to him and opened the book, reading it to you.
lost in the stories, you fell asleep with his voice lulling you in the dream world, while imagining him and you in the stories.
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a/n: im feral for domestic! ghost. send requests
cod taglist: @kingjuli3n
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blingblong55 · 9 months
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Starving- Simon "Ghost" Riley NSFW
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Based on a request:
Hi 👋🏻, Can I make a smut request of Fem!Reader x Ghost, please? I am at work, I can’t stop thinking of Reader giving Ghost an office blowjob 🤤🤤 whilst he’s doing reports for previous mission. Thank you! 🫶🏻
F!Reader, smut, 18+, MDNI, civilian!reader, established!relationship
A/N: Will be short but...okay...?
Lately, your boyfriend, Simon 'Ghost' Riley has been stuck in his office doing paperwork for the past 4 missions he had and the one where he worked with a team. Which is the current reason for his headache. You always walk in, and base knows you are with him (they think you are his friend, mainly bc he doesn't seem the type to have a girlfriend.) You always go to him, lunch in hand with water or some juice to accompany the meal in hand.
"Come in" his voice tired and irritated, soap probably came by to 'help' by talking to Ghost, trying to just keep him 'happy'. "S-", you clear your throat, "Ghost, I brought you some lunch," you walk over to his desk, closing the door behind you. "Thanks, love," he says, not looking from his computer, it isn't that he is ungrateful, he is genuinely busy and can't take his eyes off his work, wanting to finish early to go home. You knew there was one thing that always manages to help when he feels stressed.
You set the food on his desk, sitting across his desk, innocent look on you. "Don't give me that look, my love." he knows exactly where this is heading. "Don't know what you are talking about." you play dumb, knowing he loves it. He sighs, what point is there if he denies you? "fine, get here"
You smile and slowly get under his desk, he leans back, letting you do as you want to him, he can never say no to such a cute little thing. Your hungry hands are on the buttons of his trousers, lips ready for what you are about to do. Slowly, his already-hardened cock was in your hands. "Such a dirty little thing you are." His voice was rough and low.
He places his hand on your head, pushing you further. His head rolled back, panting coming from him, groans and chuckles coming from him more and more. "Oh...just like that...fuck...don't stop" he was breathless by now. You choke on his cock, nasty and wet noises could be echoed on the walls of his office. His moans and groans get a little loud could be for your entertainment since he knows you love it when he gets vocal.
Your hands are on his thighs, at times you push yourself back to get air. And oh did he love it how you needed to get air, how you gasp for a little. Sweat dripping from both of you, "taking me like the good girl you are...fuck" he pushes your head further. He was reclined on his chair, enjoying how you pleased him like this. Always willing to be of help. When he knows he is about to cum, he keeps your head down, his warm and sticky load rushing down your throat, making you gag and choke a little more.
The power and confidence that gave him.
You push your head back, and he cups your face, making the cum leak from your mouth. You, drunk on his cum, smiling with those innocent eyes. "Oh such a good girl, look at the mess you've done, my nasty little plaything" he smiles, hands putting his sensitive cock back inside of his trousers.
You get up from under his desk. A knock on his door, "Clean yourself up, wouldn't want Johnny to see you like this, would you?" he tucks your hair behind your ear, handing you a serviette. "Clean that mouth and under eyes, love."
A/N: Honestly...I don't know anymore...
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Headcanon : Ghost has always understood Spanish.
Based on a convo I had recently with @simonriley1994
In the Las Almas arrival cutscene, Alejandro asked Ghost and Soap "You know Spanish?", to which only Soap answered that he did not. Meanwhile, Ghost just stayed silent. That got me thinking.
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According to his biography, Ghost has spent years and years in the stealth business and covert assignments, even earning his callsign for his efficiency and lethality right? Plus, the bio said that he "seeks solitude" and "thrives" in ops with little to no support. Bro likes being alone.
That makes me wonder, if he does stuff alone around the world, it would be stupid of him to not learn another language or two beside English. My theory is, he actually understands Spanish and probably Russian and other languages. However, if you're learning a language, it usually starts with understanding what people speaks before you can actually speak them.
Ghost is at that stage for all the foreign languages he knows, and when he speaks Spanish, it's the BRITISHEST Spanish ever.
Now here's the funny part: When Ghost and Soap entered the car, Rudy said to Alejandro, "Tengo miedo de los fantasmas" ("I'm scared of ghosts"). What if Ghost understands what he said???
And when Rudy decided to push his luck by saying "With that mask, you'll fit in well here Ghost.", Ghost looked at him UNIMPRESSED. But what if he was half that, but also half messing with Rudy? Like he knows Rudy's kinda scared of him, and then he decided to mess around with Rudy all the while telling him not to 'fuck-around-and-find-out' with him.
Like he's aware that Rudy's scared of him, but when he saw that Rudy still had the balls of steel to joke around with him, I'd like to think that Ghost's is half "...bitch..." but also half amused.
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percy-puppy · 2 months
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Headcanon: Thinking of the 141!men having an afab!partner with body hair.
About: CoD Men || Task Force 141
CW: 18+ Blog/Post | MDNI, afab!reader, reader with body hair, pubic hair, talks about bullying in school, judgment, puberty, insecurity, sex (oral/reader receiving, PIV/penetrative sex, switch!dynamic, body worship, s&m), hair pulling, not proofread
A/N: Anyone else struggling with posting on the smartphone app? Like Tumblr? What's going on? Anyway, this is for my bestie who ranged about the lack of representation. @mothymunson 💕
🎀Price: Price is a hairy, hairy man. God, he is so fuzzy, and it's so hot. Obviously, he doesn't care if his partner is hairy, either. It would be hypocritical of him, really. In fact, he would be an encouraging force. It's lots of work to keep shaved and smooth, and should you feel comfortable with just no longer shaving, then why not? He is happy when you are, and just because society expects something doesn't mean you have to obey. Price would support it fully, showering you with praise as you unlearn the old “values” taught from a way too early age and drop the trauma all the comments in your puberty gave you when body hair became more prominent. He teaches you a new, healthy form of confidence and, in the shortest time, “It's just hair, love.”
🎀Soap: Johnny is… Let's be honest; that man is a feral mutt. He might shave sometimes, not often, though honestly, but body hair on his partner? He can't explain it, but that bush gets him going. He is one to drop the “the wilderness must be explored” sentence when you first get together and are insecure about his reaction. He will beg you to let him eat you out, swearing on everything that's holy to him that he doesn't mind your pubic hair at all. And, damn, he isn't lying. He doesn't care, although he does—It makes him feral. The following hours are spent with the scot’s head between your legs. Also, before you bother to worry, a hair on his tongue will just be removed, “It's locks, bonny. Happens sometimes,” he’d laugh, and go back to work, nose buried in your hair as he sucks on your clit.
🎀Gaz: That boy is always shaved. It's his personal preference. When you first mention your difference (cause a man with a negative reaction isn't even worth your time), he is surprised. It's not in a bad way, though. He just knows enough people are giving in to the pressure of shaving. He is curious, ashamedly so. You see, the curiosity effect when somebody tells you they have a piercing down there? That's what it feels like for him now. He’d sheepishly ask to take the next step, unsure what he even expects since it's just hair at the end of the day. But once you take things to the next level, it suddenly clicks. It's your confidence—the raw, unashamed, natural being. You're unashamedly yourself, every imperfection perfection, and your most potent weapon. When he hit puberty, he was insecure for a long time before he had his glow-up. He was never tall or beefy enough, just always picking himself apart by comparing himself to others. Today, he is confident as hell, but the 13-14-year-old boy he once was would be on his knees worshipping a person like you, just fully defying social expectations. He always felt a little bit like worshipping you, but your naked form bouncing on top of him absolutely breaks him. He babbles praises between panting and moaning, hands moving over every inch of your body. “You're so hot. Shit, don't stop, you're just so- fuck. Fuck me. God, please.” He did not know he was a switch, and all he needed was a confident partner.
🎀Ghost: Simon isn't nearly as hairy as the other men. He sometimes trims his pubic hair, but mostly, he just isn't hairy enough to even care about it. He also doesn't care about your hair. It's just hair. But at night, his sadistic side comes through. During sex, he will tug on your bush for fun, sometimes just shortly before slapping your tit, sometimes he’ll just pull and pull like a maniac while fucking into you. The delicious pain sends electric shocks through your sobbing cunt as he pounds you toward orgasm. Should you ever shave or trim it, he will most definitely pout a little as he lost his favorite toy. Thankfully it's just hair, it’ll grow back, and until then, he’ll focus on slapping your clit and pulling your nipples. It's okay. He’ll survive.
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rainsbasspick · 2 months
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One evening for movie night Phantom asked if they could watch Twilight, which they could. Boy what a mistake that was.
A few days later they where all getting ready for dinner and Phantom was nowhere to be found so Rain went to look for the quint.. Just before he left the kitchen Copia walked in.
"i eh.. i think you should bring Phantom inside.. he's terrorizing the siblings.." Copia said softly, he didn't know if he had to laugh or be serious about this. Everyone looked at Copia with a raised eyebrow before following him outside.
Once outside they looked around for Phantom. They could hear him before they saw him "THIS IS THE SKIN OF A KILLER SISTER!!"
Seconds later he ran out into the sun, covered from head to toe in glitter, being only in his boxers. Swiss cracked first, laughing so hard he had to bend over, Dew and Aurora quickly following him.
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da-rulah · 5 months
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hiii, hope you're doing well !!
i was wondering if i could request hcs of the papas (and cardi cause i wanna smooch this silly bitch) with an s/o who has them thick thighs :) been feeling a bit insecure and i feel the body dismorphia coming back... SFW or NSFW (or both!), i leave it up to you, also if you don't feel comfortable doing it that's completely fine !
take care <3
My darling, thick thighs save lives. And food, when you drop it into your lap, from hitting the floor. Enjoy them; they are beautiful and should be treated as such. (I too have thick-ass thighs and learning to love them was a process, but we here bbyg).
So I absolutely will do this for ya.
Also, there is a wonderful fic by @her-satanic-wiles about Terzo and his Thigh Fucking Agenda that is absolutely worth a read...
NSFW 18+ MDNI! Thick-thighed GN!Reader
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Primo
Primo is a well travelled, wise old man. He has experienced beauty in so many forms, and indulged in them too.
But there is none more beautiful that he can recall, than you.
He remembers the first time he'd seen your pretty little face in the Ministry, in the pews of the Chapel as he conducted Mass.
He remembers the way your thighs spilled from the slit in your habit against the bench. He'd found you hypnotising.
The first time he'd kissed you had been a passionate affair, one where he couldn't help but reach down and lift your thigh up to his hip; not simply for the friction of his groin against yours, but the feeling of those pillowy soft thighs in his hands and against his hip.
"Fiorellina, you are a wonder..."
Even now, he likes to lay his head in your lap of an evening. He doesn't have the long hair for you to play with anymore, no. But he still enjoys the soft tickle of your fingertips dancing across his head.
Secondo
Secondo has told you many times he enjoys the thickness of your thighs, the expanse of flesh available to him.
"More of you to leave my mark on, dolcezza..."
And he does. With more flesh to work with, he gets to paint pretty bruises, hickies and scratches all over them.
He'll grab fistfuls of you as he's fucking into you too, loving how your thighs envelope his hips and pull him deeper into you.
Your favourite part of every encounter is the aftercare he gives you.
He peppers kisses all over the marks he's made, soothing the aches, the burns, the scratches he's made.
He's so tender with you after, a side of Secondo not many get to see. He reserves that for you, and you alone.
Terzo
Whilst he loves every part of your gorgeously thick body, he has always gravitated towards your thighs more.
A lot of the time it's a comfort thing... After a long day he'll nuzzle into them and likely fall asleep there. Sometimes, however, this is a playful act to lull you into a false sense of security.
He'll nuzzle, roll his head away from you, and then out of nowhere, you'll feel a bite into your flesh that has you yelping not in pain, but in surprise.
There had been an occasion when he was about to fuck you, lining himself up with your ankles pressed together and raised to block your view of him, where he had slipped his cock between your thighs instead.
You'd thought he'd missed, too overexcited and simply fucked his angle up.
"No, tesoro... wanted to fuck these thighs for the longest time. You don't mind, eh?"
You certainly did not mind.
Copia (Cardinal)
One of the Cardinal's favourite things to do for you, was oral sex.
He always just wanted to please you, he needed to know you were enjoying yourself, that he was being useful. It was never just about him.
He'd never voiced it with anything other than a deep groan, but the way your thighs would enclose around his head only ever aroused him more.
He'd seen those videos on the internet of people squishing watermelons with their powerful thighs - he wondered if you could do that to him. He was sure you could.
The first time he'd told you to sit on his face terrified you.
"But I don't want to hurt you..." you'd worried, but he scoffed and hovered his lips above yours, demanding eye contact with a finger under your chin.
"Cara mio, I don't want you to hover. I don't want you to lean. I want you to sit. I want to feel the weight of your body and the crush of your magnificare thighs around me. Fucking. Sit. On. My. Face."
You did as he asked, so unbelievably turned on and he'd loved every second of it.
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angelatsumu · 5 months
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happy halloween <3 ft. simon <3
your husband simon has never been the type to enjoy costumes and "crossplaying"--he misunderstood the term cosplay and argues with you when you correct him--but seeing your face light up when you suggested he be the Darth Vader to your Padme made him cave. every year is the same, truly. you scroll on Pinterest and find a "cute couple costume babyyyy" and you pout up at him, and suddenly he's dressed as some goddamned masked character from a show or movie he'd never seen. last year--through teary eyes and cunt full of cock--you asked him to be the Iron Man to your Pepper Pots. through the haze of his desire he'd mumbled an agreement. this year you were so kind as to ask him before he'd been balls deep inside of you. your look was just the same, bashful and full of wonder. your husband would give you a kidney, so of course he doesn't draw the line here.
so, here you were on Halloween night seated on your silly little porch waiting for trick-or-treaters. he's fingering through the buckets of candy in search of another sour one when you swat his hand away, eyes glaring at him. he gruffs at you, muttering like a damn child while he places them down and steps away. "this is silly," he comments mostly to himself, thinking about how easily he lets his sweet little wife boss him around during this time of year. you're beaming though, and he can't help but feel his heart strings tugged when he catches a glimpse of you happily rearranging your costume as trick-or-treaters approach. you giddily run over to your husband, dragging him to the front of the porch to greet the newcomers.
A pink tint dusts your husband's cheeks as he relishes in the excited gasps and giggles from the children as they grasp at candy and cheer about his costume. he's always been uncomfortable with such innocent attention, but he can't lie about how loved it makes him feel to step into this Pickett fence life with you. the little ones run off with a rushed goodbye, cheering for your husband once more, and Simon pulls you in close to have you place chaste and gentle kisses along his lovely costumed face.
likes + rbs appreciated <3
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v-ternus · 3 months
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Voyeur
I started thinking of voyeur Rain, and I started thinking about how Rain likes to make his partners wreck themselves on his words alone. Then all of a sudden, I wrote this. Do I have other things I could be working on? Absolutely. But freak Rain demanded to be written.
Under the cut cause this ran away from me and it got long
Sure Rain love's going to pound town as much as the next ghoul, but what if, sometimes, he's content to just watch, to order.
He'll move a chair to the foot of someone's bed, probably Mountain, right in the middle so everything is in view. He'll light candles all throughout the room and start up the fireplace, making it warm, lighting it up in flickering reds and yellows.
He hurries then, rushing out to find Mountain in the common room, and giving him that all too familiar look before leaving just as quickly. As Mountain trails behind him, already filling out in his pants, he cant wait to get his hands on his water ghoul. He's excited, blood running hot through his veins. Until he clicks his door shut behind him and sees the chair in front of his bed.
His stomach drops, knowing the ache that awaits him, he's done this more times than he can remember. He could say no, have the night play out differently just by saying one word. But the way Rain kisses him is sickeningly sweet, and the way his cool hands graze over his skin as he strips him has his brain melting out of his ears. He can never say no.
So he settles himself in the middle of his soft bedding, naked as the day he was summoned, spreading his legs just how Rain asks him to. He shows his aching cock off, letting Rain watch as his cunt clenches around nothing. But he doesn't touch, not yet,. He lays there rolling his hips, squirming as if its going to earn him an friction.
At some point, Rain will grow tired of his pleas and he'll tell him to run his hands over his cunt, get his fingers coated in his mess. If he's feeling particularly nice, he'll let Mountain hold his chubby little cock between his fingers and tell him to stroke it nice and slow.
"Show me," Rain would order, and Mountain would look down at him as he spreads his fingers, watching his slick stretches between them. Rain will chide that he's wetter than a water ghoul.
Mountain never understands how Rain can just sit there watching, looking unbothered with his hands gently rubbing over the armrests.
Even as he listens to the wet noises of Mountain's fingers dipping into his wet cunt, telling him how fast to go or how to curl his fingers and press on that spot that makes him see stars, his face doesn't waver. The only time his demeanor changes is when he tells Mountain to add finger after finger, stretching himself open.
"Just like my hands baby, imagine they're my fingers" He smirks as his mate whines and begs till he's blue in the face, wishing it was Rain who was touching him like this, feeling his soft walls clenching around him.
"Grab the toy Mount" And he's more than happy to, aching for the chance to feel that heavy fullness, until it registers that Rain chose the biggest he owns.
"Rain..." Mountain doesn't think he can take it, not on his own at least, and Rain knows that. But that's part of the fun. He knows how to take Mountain apart whether he's touching him or not.
"Get it in on your own, or I'll make sure you don't cum for a month" Rain gets excited at the fear that spreads across Mountain's face.
"I've got all night"
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simonsslut · 8 months
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my thoughts about my husband || f!reader
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simon riley is a possessive man. a possessive man who doesn’t like when other people try to take what’s his.
he definitely talks you through it.
i feel like he’d have a spit kink. i will not elaborate. ifykyk.
breeding kink. he’s still unsure of the idea of having his own little offsprings… but fuck does he just love to fill you up every chance he has.
his favourite positions gotta be mating press; he loves to fold you, your ankles near his ears while he plows into you mercilessly, hearing you pretty little moans. cowgirl; he loves watching your pretty tits bounce when you ride him. he’ll grab your hips and help you when he notices you getting tired. doggy; he’ll press a hand to your back and make you arch just perfectly for him, while his other hand has an iron grip on your ass, spreading you for him. he’ll also bend over your back and whisper in your ear in that deep manc accent. lord.
actually, i do wanna elaborate on the spit kink. he’ll grab your jaw, “open up for me, love.” and then spit onto your tongue when you lull it out for him. you’ll receive a “good girl” from him afterwards.
my man is all about consent. and it has to be audible. he has to hear the words leave your lips otherwise you’re getting nothing 💀
he is always touching you. no matter where you guys are or when, he’ll always have an arm around you or a finger touching you, making sure to have you close by, making sure that you’re always there.
sometimes said hand/finger wanders around though.
up your thigh and under the skirt of your dress...
over the curve of your ass when he has an arm around you and his arm wanders down.
he’s a boob man. it’s like a comfort to him. when you’re at home he touches them at any chance he gets💀. laying down? they’re his pillows. cooking? he comes up behind you and holds them up to “help”. sitting on the couch? he’s kneading them like a cat.
takes pleasure in eating you out. your pretty little sounds turning him on even more. his cock hard and throbbing as he rubs it against the mattress, needing friction.
he’ll make you cum about 2 times before he finally fucks you with his cock. either with his tongue or fingers, doesn’t matter, he’s stretching you out just enough for his thick cock.
as i’ve mentioned before, he’s the type to wake you up in the middle of the night because he’s horny.
another that i’ve mentioned before, ~ phone sex ~.
growls and curses under his breath when he’s close, his grip iron tight on your hips sure to leave bruises.
edit: i forgot to mention this 🧍‍♀️
his cock gotta be huge man.
like i’m talking 8in+++++
hurts at first. but that’s what all the prep is for. “cmon, pretty girl you can take it… so good for me, yeah?”
siri show me this man’s balls please
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The Papas as ballroom dances hcs
Primo: the Rumba—slow-to-quick, rolling moves, sweet, fun steps.
Secondo: Viennese Waltz—structured, chivalrous, dizzying, romantic.
Terzo: a classic Argentine Tango, not a sliver of air between your bodies. Lots of tangled legs and roaming hands.
Cardinal Copia: Salsa, sexy, youthful mood, energetic, doing EVERYTHING together (hehe)
Papa Emeritus IV: Mambo, allllll the way. The hip movements alone make this a natural fit for Papa, and he can throw some Salsa moves into the mix for nostalgia.
💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼
Ghouls next?
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