#shoukiko

[shoukiko]

Ghost who hates anything loud, thinks it's annoying.

Ghost who hates when multiple people talk at once.

Ghost who hates when people are clingy drunks.

Ghost who hates crowded spaces, they give him a headache.

Ghost who refuses to go to the shops with anyone because he can just make do with what he has until he really has to go.

Ghost who hates being asked the same question over and over.

Ghost who hates being followed around base.

Ghost who would never go out of his way for physical touch.

Ghost who snaps at Johnny at 3am for being too loud with his snoring.

But...

Simon who loves listening to you sing your heart out in the kitchen.

Simon who can listen to you ramble on for hours, either to him or someone else.

Simon who loves when you're all over him after you had too much to drink.

Simon who loves having you near him no matter how much empty space there is.

Simon who will make excuses to leave the house with you just so he can call it a date.

Simon who will never grow tired of explaining the same thing to you, he loves that you see him as a reliable man.

Simon who will go out of his way to look for you just so he can ask you to come with him on missions or to do little assignments.

Simon who has his hands on you almost 24/7 and almost pouts when you have to leave.

Simon who will give anything to listen to your snores and groans in the middle of the night.

Simon who, no matter what, will love you over all.

[puff0o0]

@shoukiko

"..Simon"

"Yeah, Doll?"

Within seconds you lifted the covers and went under them with him, wrapping your arms around him and burying his face into your neck

His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted his head to speak, making eye contact with you before his eyes drifted down to your lips then back to your eyes

"..What is this for?"

"Giving you the love you give me"

His eyes narrowed as his arms tightened around you and he buried his face into your shoulder.

The next few moments before both of you fell asleep were quiet, comfortable, peaceful and safe

The thoughts in his mind were going haywire.

He never thought he would be able to be in a situation like this as he was a soldier and didn't want to start a family in fear that he may leave them one day

And yet he had his pretty partner holding him so close to them, as if he was the fragile one

His muscles relaxed as he slowly allowed himself to be vulnerable around you just this once, the feeling of your hands going through his hair helping

He slept good that day

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Regarding noncon and dubcon content..

Trigger warnings to those who feel uncomfortable with the mention of the topic even though some of the terms are censored.

Recently I've seen a lot of content regarding the noncon and dubcon content and though I do interact and like some of them.. the lacking of tags and warnings is extremely concerning. Yes I know that some people are into cnc however some of these are out of hand. I also don't promote it in my page.

I've seen a few straight up romanticizing abuse and my gosh was seeing my comfort character so out of character worse than forcing myself to finish "It Ends With Us" by Coleen Hoover.

I'm glad @shoukiko spoke up about the matter and that @puff0o0 has been helping comfort those of you have been traumatized by this kind of writing. Everyone should be aware of their internet consumption, this especially applies for writers who should also be aware of what they're putting out there and labeling accordingly.

I also saw in puff's recent post of a requester asking for comfort hcs and god do I feel bad for those people who have suffered seeing that kind of content. Soon I might write some comfort hcs of CoD characters in a relationship, LIKE A GENUINE, REALISTIC (?) ONE OF NORMAL PEOPLE IN A RELATIONSHIP. Not anything that has to do with them being a r***st, ab***r, pr*d***r or any of the sort.

Because I've seen a few posts like saying that was their actual hcs of these characters especially a lot of straight up of the ch*ld p*rn, r*p* and I have never felt more disgusted, revolted, sick and shocked in my whole life seeing what they wrote and seeing how serious it was..

If you see it, DO NOT HARASS THOSE CREATORS, DON'T EVEN INTERACT IN A NEGATIVE WAY. If you wish to confront then do it the civil way, all the bullying and death threats are not necessary or welcome. You all should know better than that and should be far more mature.

This isn't directed to anybody or to any means, you do you if you want to read that content however it's uncomfortable, even disturbing for most people.

I understand that writing is an art and it's free for everyone but please for the sake of some people, do add tags, trigger warnings and just warnings in general. This also applies to those who promote that kind of content.

@wishesforyou @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @cutenote @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @the-second-sage @starryylies @everlastingmoonlightsworld

[wishesforyou]

Tags: @shoukiko @simp4konig

"What are you doin', luv?"

"Noothing"

His fingers in your hands as you played around and messes with them before kissing every single one, making Simon's eyes widen ever so slightly before going normal

"What's this for?"

"For being you. You care for me so much, its about time you get the same treatment"

"y'don't have to do all that, Lovie. I appreciate you being here with me and thats all I need"

"Hush"

And he did.

You looked at him in approval before taking off his gloves, to which he nodded, giving you permission

You took them off and saw how scarred his hands looked. Some more apparent while others looked as if they were going to fade soon.

His hands weren't exactly soft, more dry.

Nothing that lotion could fix, even if it didn't make his hands super soft. His hands were rough and the sight of all the little scars and bruises that littered them from battle made your heart feel weary

You made sure to kiss every single one, being extra gentle with the bruises.

Simon wasn't used to this kind of treatment.

Being treated so gently as if he were glass that could shatter if put down the wrong way was not something he thought would happen

Usually he was treating others like that, treating you like that. Silent the whole time as you gave him nothing but love and affection before hugging him tightly

He buried his face into the burrow of your neck and you two stayed there for a bit, giving him the love he needed

It had been a while since he was vulnerable with someone, years to be more precise

He refused to be vulnerable even with you, wanting you to feel like you could count on him on any given situation and that you didn't have to worry about your safety around him

But it seemed that this opened those walls a bit, allowing you to peek inside

please reblog if you liked it! trying to reboot my account back to where it was 💗

[konigsblog]

https://www.tumblr.com/shoukiko/741808816199532544/simon-ghost-riley-is-not-a-rapist-simon-ghost

You able to see this post/comments? I’m very sure I found your hating anons.

i'm not able to see it, i think i'm blocked 🫣 what are the comments saying?

[ribbonlolita]

miki hoshiii tumblr layout - rq from @shoukiko

[slasher-cam]

tw- Rant Post*

Okay so i get why people like dark fics and why they're so popular on tumblr because it itches that dark part of the brain in a mostly safe way. I KNOW because i read dark fics MYSELF!! Im into slashers, its my name for fuck sake!!

BUT sometimes I feel like some of the fics just go a bit too far. Like i already didn't really like yandere ideals in fics if it wasn't mutual idk. Like what bothers me is that they take this character but take out all of their character traits of what makes them, THEM but skew into something that doesn't resemble the character at all (I'm not talking about slasher fics mostly but alot of COD fics)

Like the traits of stalking, murdering for reader/character and stuff like that i don't really mind but when you start making characters cheat, torture and start kidnapping reader/character as a form of punishment I just feel like its taken a bit too far.

A tumblr user @shoukiko made a really similar post about the same thing and i fully agree, i believe this goes with almost 100% all characters widely liked on tumblr. You can find their post here.

I know i shouldn't judge and i really don't (I dont go leaving hate comments and being mean to the writer about what they like to write)but its just not my cup of vodka

[gazbanddd]

And now that ice shown yall Kevin, I shall show you zombified kevin and some silly doodles I made of him with other taskforce members (this is a version where some zombies keep a bit of their humanity and sentience)

They may not give their partners a lil kiss kiss cuz if they give them a lil kiss kiss they'll get infected.... ft @shoukiko 's oc

Kevin bit soap because soap was messing with him

Then here's some doodles of mostly him and ghost

Also please excuse my messy formating and possible misuse of tags im still very new to tumblr and am not used to posting on here.

[angelgliderpng]

I love when BTS is in uwu mode XDDD

kill me, i don't use this account anymore. @shoukiko is my new one

[shoukiko]

Is this funny, it’s 2 am and I just put this together on my phone

[shoukiko]

I FOUND THE ARTIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS HEREEE!!!!!!!!!

[shoukiko]

I was gonna add this to my OC's story, but I feel like you guys would enjoy it more.

Ghost opening up to you about his past, the bad and the good. He tells you about his mother, how much he misses her and how much he cares about her. One day he brings up what she used to cook and how much he misses her food.

You decide to do your own research on the meals he told you, practicing making them, perfecting each step just to make him happy. Then the one day you surprise him with a homecooked meal, maybe they won't taste the exact same as his moms, but you still wanted to remind him that theres still someone in his life who will love and care for him.

The big statured man had to hold back tears at the sight, just the thought of you wanting to do this for him makes him want to spil you endlessly.

He's come to appreciate everything you do even more than before.

I know it's not much, but I'd like to see what others add to this, or maybe even come up with a longer fic!

[shoukiko]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ELABORATE ON GHOST WITH A CHUBBY OR FAT S/O!!!!!! (in other words, hcs pls? :3)

:OOOOO

ANYTHIGN FOR YOUUUUU

photo by ave661

@puff0o0 @octiism

SIMON GHOST RILEY HAS A THING FOR CHUBBY PEOPLE (not saying that if you aren't chubby and are skinny that he won't like you, he likes everyone!)

Holding you, hands around your waist as he softly squishes you and he whispers. "God, just look at you... just so beautiful."

Laying down on your plush stomach or thighs after a long day because he loves how comfortable it is.

Squeezing your thigh when driving (if you let him drive that is)

Bites you playfully, especially tummy.

He loves hearing you laugh.

Always telling you that you're beautiful and he never wants you to change unless you said it yourself.

Buying you clothes he thinks you'd look cute in, especially ones you'd never buy yourself

Taking photos of you when you aren't looking, then when you want him to delete it he's like

"But just look at ya... Can't get enough of yous"

save me

im dying

save me plz omg

He thinks just grabbing your tummy is adorable, no matter how much you protest.

Will NOT keep his hands off you teebeeache

Calls you his peach;;; or or calls you his plump love or plush queen/king/dove

*really loud sigh* I need more fics on this pretty please....

[shoukiko]

MORE SIMON GHOST RILEY HEADCANONS!!!! PT. 2!

HIIII IM BAAAACK, I didn't know what to write;; I've been kinda busy with comissions and uhhhh playing video games lolz

Anywayyyysssss I hope you enjoy!

This man can eat!!!! He eats soooo much!!! The first time you see him it you' have no words because holy shit. He eats like he hasn't eaten anything in weeks.

Stubble!!!!!!!! :DDD He face so scratchyyyy, sometimes if he's nuzzling into your neck you complain about it being itchy, he just nuzzles into you more.

Of course he's not huge on PDA, but he still tries to show that he isn't embarrassed to show love to you when you're not in private.

Holding your hand, maybe grabbing your thigh if you're sitting next to him.

Always looking at you, no matter if you're talking to him or not, his eyes are on you. Completely enamoured with your beauty.

Making myself blush over here lmao

I was using this in my OC's story (Sneak peek :3) but I think it could be used here too

If you ever text him, he will answer immediately. If you need help, he's already on his way. Maybe he can misinterpret a text and think you're in trouble, but that just means he cares.

He doesn't praise you a lot, but when he does he puts a lot of thought into what he may say.

"Dove" "Love" "Lovie" "Baby" Are the main names he uses for you, but I just know that if you used "Pookie" he'd say it back as a joke.

Only for you to constantly ask for him to say it again and again and again.

He'd take random photos and send them to you with the message "Thought of you"

He's just the biggest sweeheart to you

He loves making you laugh, it's his favorite sound

hE'D LET YOU DRAW ON HIS HAND CUZ I SAID SO

He'd let you paint his nails too, maybe not overly girly or whatever, but he'd be good with plain colors I can't think of anymore atm, but I will make more when I think of em

[shoukiko]

Another part of my OCs story, I have no motivation to post it because I’m shy, but you’d guys like it, so I’m sharing it.

“Do you want some?” You sit on the common room couch, opposite of Ghost. You’ve known him for almost a year at this point, you wouldn’t consider each other close yet, but you make it a habit of inviting him in on conversations with others.

You gesture for him to take the half-sandwich from your hand as you eat the other half. He eyes the sandwich and you for a moment before reaching out and grabbing it with a thankful nod. Cautious, like always.

It becomes a pattern, if he’s sitting down somewhere, you suddenly appear near him, offering something you made or bought. It’s an excuse to talk to him and let me tell you, it works. Over the course of a couple weeks he went from world’s greatest listener to an actual friend. Someone to chat with, someone to laugh with, and someone who can judge you for your dumb decisions.

On your day off when you’re taking a well deserve nap in your quarters, he finds himself wandering around searching for you, he tells himself it’s because he wants free food, but in reality he enjoys your company. You find yourself being awoken by a couple sheepish knocks on your door, when you answer, the man stands tall as he shifts his eyes between you and the background. He holds a plastic bag, inside it carries some toasted sandwiches from that place you two spoke about, the one you “would kill to have”.

“You got time?” He asks, for the first time. Soon, you and him find yourselves looking forward to these small hangouts, opening up about things besides work. Becoming closer and soon, maybe even romantic, who knows? Life is full of surprises

[shoukiko]

Merry Christmas, Simon

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Tags: Fluff....just fluff lol

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I've been working on this for a bit, just waiting to post it today, I'm all antsy, I really hope you guys like it.

You’ve worked with TF141 for the past three years. Price spoke to Laswell, saying that he thought the team deserved some type of break, so he and Laswell came up with an “amazing holiday getaway” to “a hidden oasis where the only sounds you hear are the rustling leaves and the soothing melody of birdsong.”. It was a small cabin in the middle of nowhere, for safety reasons, but you were all grateful for it. It was 2 weeks away, a day would’ve been fine, but she insisted.

It was a week and two days into the trip, snowing outside, your turn for chores. Soap and Gaz sat on the couch in front of an old television watching some soap opera. Price is sitting in one of the lounge chairs, asleep with his arms crossed as his head dangles. You’re tidying up the kitchen after a late dinner, you turn to look at the clock hung on the wall which reads, 12:05. You realize what this entails as you turn to the three men.

“Merry Christmas, guys!” You say cheerfully in their direction. 

“Merry Christmas, Lass.” Soap says from his seat, he nudges Gaz to respond. “Ah- Yea Merry Christmas…” He seems to be too focused on the TV show, who can blame him, those telenovelas are addicting. You decide against waking Price up, the man needs his sleep. As you turn back to the sink you feel a tap on your left shoulder, you turn to see Ghost’s tall dark figure hovering over you, sporting his casual skull balaclava.

“Oh, hey. What’s up?” You tilt your head as you ask, genuinely curious as to what he could need that requires a tap on the shoulder instead of him outright asking.

“You got a minute? Wanted to see if we could have a quick chat.” His tone is somewhat nervous? He isn’t as husky or gritty as usual. “Sure, let me finish up and-” He cuts you off before you can finish. “It’s important. I’ll help you out after.” 

Must really be important if the Ghost tells you it is. “Alright.” You wipe your hands on your apron, untying it from your back and hanging it up on a nearby chair. “Grab your coat.” He dons his own coat, all in one fell swoop. You grab yours, putting it on. 

You both head outside to the porch, each taking a seat on the swinging bench that hangs from the veranda. “Ah wait here-” He says, standing once more, he heads inside and comes back hiding something in his coat. “Whatcha got there, Mister?” You ask him as he sits back down, the bench shifts slightly from his weight.

He pulls out a plastic bag that contains multiple little things, he hands it to you. Taking notice of the slight blush at the end of his fingertips you slowly take the bag. “Merry Christmas… Sorry, didn’t get to wrap it.” A bashful tone in his voice.

“You.. got me something? Man, I feel a little bad, if I would’ve known I would’ve done the same..” You say, hesitating to open it. “Don’t fret over it… Are you gonna open it or just stare at it?”

“Ah right- Sorry” You carefully reach into the bag and pull out one of the small items. It’s… 

“Socks! You got me socks?!” A smile appears on your face, beaming in the night. Despite the mask, his eyes crinkled with a smile. “There’s more if you look.” 

You open the bag more and find more small items, a small tube of vanilla scented lotion, a notepad, and some cinnamon wax melts. You’re happy, but oh so confused by the difference of each item.

“This is… Thank you. I really love it, but what’s with the theme?” You ask with a laugh.

“Well…” He pauses to think for a minute. “It’s all things you wanted.” “Huh..?”

“A couple days ago you said you couldn’t find your winter socks, then you said you forgot your hand cream back at home, then you said while eating dinner two nights ago that you love the smell of cinnamon during Christmas because it reminds you of good memories from your childhood.” You’re taken aback, you don’t remember saying any of these things until he brings it up, such small things and yet he remembers. 

“You… you actually remember?” A faint blush appears on your face as you scan over your new gifts, suddenly feeling warm despite the subzero temperatures. “Uhm.. Thank you.. Really. Was this what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“No, actually.” His expression becomes somber as he closes his eyes and takes a breath, he turns his body slightly and rests his arm on the back of the bench. “Look, I don’t know how else to bring this up.”

“What’s wrong?”

Ghost grips the back of the bench before meeting your eyes.

"Listen, I've been thinkin' a lot lately, and I reckon I need to be straight with you. You mean a proper lot to me, more than I can put into words. I'm mad about you, every single goddamn I hear your voice or that stupid laugh.. It’s like something shifts in me. I care about you, more than  I have about anyone in a long time, but…”

Your heart beating out of your chest, uncertain on how to respond. All you can let out is a

“But..?”

He looks down, almost like he’s ashamed before responding.

“I’m.. scared, terrified. Of hurting you.. Or you getting into an accident during a mission. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.” His tone is serious, but you can hear a sense of fear.

You look at him with genuine eyes, you almost can’t believe what’s happening in front of you, the Ghost confessing his feelings for you. “But…” He continues. “If you’ll have me, I’m willing to take that leap into uncertainty with you. If… you want.”

You look at him as if you’re a deer caught in headlights. You begin to lose your breath, blinking,  unable to process what was said to you. You take a moment before replying…

“I- I….” You struggle to find the words, you want to scream, but you also want to take it slow and really talk about it. You can see him become antsy, your silence bringing tension to the cold air around you. “Ghost I..”

“It’s fine.” He interrupts.

“What?”

“It’s fine, I know it’s sudden. I’m sorry.” He says, there's a slight hurt in his voice, he goes to stand. Just then you grab his arm, stopping him.

“I want.” “...What..?” “You said if I want…. Well.. I want, I don’t know how else to say it. I do want to be with you. I want to jump into that uncertainty with you. Please.” There’s a tinge of desperation in your voice, you feel as if you say nothing now, you will never have this opportunity again.

Ghost looks as if a wave of relief has washed over him. 

“I thought you were gonna make me think I said all that for nothin’.” His eyes crinkle slightly as he adjusts himself once more.

“I’m sorry, I got nervous, I didn’t want to say the wrong thing.” You begin to fidget with your hands in your lap, a faint blush appearing on your faces as you turn away. 

You feel him inching closer to you, the heat from his body radiating, bringing warmth for both of you to share.

He softly grabs your face with his right hand, turning you towards him. You take glances at his mask and eyes, unable to lock on a single thing. He pulls up his mask just above his nose and leans in, pressing his lips against yours. Only a few seconds before you lean into him, grabbing onto the sleeve of his coat. He places a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. You pull away for just a second to catch your breath. The both of you share a look, complete silence, then..

He chuckles, “Well then..” You place a hand on your mouth as you stare at him, stifling a small laugh. “That was something.” You manage to say through your giggles. You place your hand on his, a loving smile forms on your lips. He begins to caress the back of your hand, his touch gentle, yet warm. “Thank you…. Merry Christmas, Doll.” He looks up at you with gentle eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Simon.”