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lxvvie · 2 days
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You and Simon are that couple who have a lot of inside jokes. You'll text him, "Send dick," and it's a picture of someone who gets on his nerves (it varies and Graves and Johnny have been featured a couple times). He'll text you, "Send tits," and it's different pictures of the bird.
It becomes your way of checking up on each other when he's deployed.
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yawnderu · 1 day
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Currently crying over the idea of kissinb Ghost's abdomen like Pleassesuhbcdhincehinc any soft tummied mann has my heart. Washboard abs are great, but cmonn soft tummies and his grumbles blah blah I wish I saw some more fluffy stuff like tummy kissing bro :'K
Simon watches in amusement as you blow raspberries on his soft tummy, the soft layer of fat covering his hard muscles jiggling along thanks to the vibrations, only making your contagious giggles get louder.
“Y'happy?” It's not always that Simon has time to relax, more so to be back at home, his pretty girlfriend resting her head on his stomach, looking absolutely in cloud nine now that he's back.
“Not yet.” One of his thin eyebrows raises questioningly, only for his calm expression to grow amused and happy when you start planting gentle kisses all over his soft, pale skin, the warmth of Simon's entire body serving as reassurance that your husband is back.
“You're so handsome like this.” Simon didn't realize that much about his body had changed despite the teasing comments here and there from Johnny and Gaz, telling him that his wife is feeding him good— and you definitely are, welcoming him home with a tasty meal and sweet treats you like baking for him, unknowingly making his stays at home even more pleasant.
His calloused palm rubs your hair back, getting a better look at the pretty face staring up at him with so much adoration and love, reassuring him that he made it in life.
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cntloup · 2 days
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Can you do a Simon one shot with like innocent reader an he's inspecting her pussy while she's reading, based off of something u wrote before
It's a routine at this point. He's obsessed.
Whenever you sit to read, he opens your legs and sits between them.
"What are you doing, Si?" you ask innocently. "Shh, just let me play with it, yeah?... so pretty" he coos in awe.
You blush and start closing your legs which he stops by putting his hands over your thighs, "No need to be shy, baby. It's just me."
He kisses your clit, rolling his tongue around the sensitive nub and lapping at it until your arousal gushes out of you and you're soaking wet.
The pad of his finger gathers your slick and he licks it clean, moaning at your sweet taste.
His index finger circles around your labia, smearing your slick until it's glistening.
Soft whimpers and gasps seep through your lips as his calloused fingers rub along your folds, parting them slightly and his tongue laps and slurps between them.
"Feels good?" he asks as he flattens two of his fingers on your folds and the length of his fingers caress your labia so deliciously, it makes your mouth water, "hmmm feels so good, Si." you hum contently.
He smiles at your pliancy, your softness and obedience, and trusting him with your body like this, so vulnerable, "Such a good girl f'me, baby." he praises.
His touch is so soft and languid so as not to get you too worked up. And it's surprisingly comforting. And it starts to make you feel drowsy until you can’t focus on the words you're reading anymore.
"Siii..." you whine followed by a yawn, "Yes baby?" he asks as he goes on rubbing your folds and stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb.
"Need t'sleep." you mumble as your eyes get droopy.
And he carries you and lays you down on the bed, "You can do what you were doing while I sleep. Feels so good." you mention with a sleepy smile.
And he spreads your legs and hovers above you, tenderly touching your pussy and kissing you until you fall asleep.
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blingblong55 · 3 days
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Strong solider-Simon "Ghost" Riley
R/N and Ghost= sibling vibes
R/N: *actively pulling onto Ghost's arm to prove they are strong*
Ghost: oh you're so strong...so strong you're winning..
R/N: *smiles and keeps pulling his arm*
Ghost: my turn
*drags the fuck out of R/N that they slide across the floor*
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aethelwyneleigh27 · 20 hours
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"your girl?" "My girl.."
Simon "Ghost" Riley x FEM!AFAB!Reader
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Synopsis: Your ex finds himself at your doorstep ready to beg you to take him back after he cheated on you, unfortunate for him, your "best friend" Simon was there on the look out for you..
Reader's body type was described as somewhat plump so yeah she's on the plus size/chubbier side but not specific, don't like that body type? Tf are you doing on my page then? This page is safe space for all body types (everyone for that matter) and I won't take discrimination against me or anyone else.
Hi lovelies! Lia here, is it just me or do drabbles do better than actual full length fics? I still cannot get over my last scenarios post not being recognized because it's been published but on private for more than three weeks, @connorsui lovie, I know you're there. I have both food for you here and on this post. Did I speed run this is 5 hours? Yes. This is coming out before the next scenarios fic 😭
If I told you guys this was inspired by a milkman bot session I had on c.ai, would you believe me? And yes it's the milkman, Francis from the game "that's not my neighbor", HE LOOKS TOO GOOD LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING??
Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simping4konig @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @thelightdjinnofpalestine @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @fawnchives @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @the-second-sage @starryylies @everlastingmoonlightsworld @keiva1000 @iexiam
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Is it any different to have a label? You always thought of that question, with your ex and now with Simon. Sure there was a label but he never made you feel as if you are who he calls you but with Simon it's different, it felt more than what you both labeled yourselves to each other.
Yet you've felt everything from guilt to grieve, having doubts wasn't uncommon for such a high risk exchange. Risking your friendship for something more like the eliminated boundaries set for people who are just friends are now set to the standards of those of a couple.
"Friends with benefits" is what it's called, not exactly the kind of commitment you dreamed of but it was mutually beneficial. You agreed not to catch feelings, well.. you were fucked to begin with, why would you agree to have no romantic connection to someone you already had feelings for?
What happens, happens I guess. You don't feel low after a high like you always did, Simon next to you, in your bed, your sheets and just surrounded by all the items that were both of his possession and yours. Too domestic for it's own good, for yourself.
Getting up felt like a crime, you shouldn't have to pull away from the warmth and comfort of his arms right? As much as you wanted to stay, you have to make breakfast, you promised him the night before.
You hauled yourself out of bed and to the kitchen, after picking up his and your clothes from the night before and into the wash cycle anyway. Making yourself your favorite morning drink before getting started on Simon's request.
Little did you know that Simon just woke up, panicking a little when he first gained his consciousness when he saw that you weren't around. His rationality set it, feeling stupid, pathetic and like a lost child for how he overreacted.
Walls were thin, muffled shouting and rapid knocking from outside your door alarmed him. The clicks of the locks as he walked out your room, he found you talking to the bastard who made you cry in the lieutenant's arms more times than he can count on both hands.
Simon couldn't help himself, his blood running cold as he saw where the bastard's eyes were.. that son of a bitch was staring at your chest that was peeking from your silk nightdress while you were berating him for even showing his face to your apartment in the first place.
Your Simon could only do what he's wanted to do for a long time now..
You felt stiff and ridgid arms wrap around your plump waist and hips from behind, you know that musky cologne anywhere. Simon moved the strap of your silk nightdress just a bit off your shoulder to kiss the center, you felt his kisses slowly making it's way to your neck.
Your face felt the hottest it's ever been, it took everything in your body to not shudder or close your eyes at his touch. You let out the softest sigh but your bliss was interrupted by your ex who was currently failing to find the right words.
Simon stops his kisses but keeps his lips right on that spot just at the gap between your neck and shoulder, he stares up to the man he called bastard, prick, twat, fucker and all kinds of other things, gave him a look that may as well tell him that Simon was about to commit murder.
"You..!" The "mangled looking mutt" (Simon's previous description of your ex) said that almost in a threatening tone however he bites his tongue as soon as Simon raises a brow, daring him to continue. Your ex tried to step forward into your apartment but Simon beat him to it, quickly slamming the door to his face.
You bite your urge to laugh as you heard your ex's face actually hit the door with a thud and crack as it was closed on him accompanied by a loud curse, with his angry stomps fading you felt a sense of relief.
That was short lived when those same two arms that kept you warm and grounded spun you around, you stopped yourself from whining because of the sudden distance of your back on his warm bare chest to now facing him. He didn't pull you closer but your eyes begged him to.
"I didn't know we were broadcasting it now, thought you said we looked like friends in the eyes of the world?" You managed to say so boldly despite how much effect his touch has on you.
"M'sorry love, I couldn't help it.. he was— I can't let him continue to upset and borderline harrass my girl then continue to look at you as if you're.."
Everything started to be muffled.. did he just say what you think he said...? Brush it off, just brush it off, it's probably just a mistake or a caught in the moment thing right?
"Your girl?" You said almost in a whisper to test the waters, seeing as he had no problem putting your ex in his place and claiming you.
Simon's eyes widened.
Oh.
Oh..
It dawned on him how much it meant that he actually said those two words, those same two words he's been avoiding like the plague. The same two words that would make him lose all his sense of control and mindfulness of the agreement you two made together.
Your breath hitched, shit what if he says it was a mistake? Would that hurt you? Simon knew it wasn't something unintentional. Going back, he had held it back for so long, in his head you were his and he was yours to do what you pleased with.
Simon did the only thing he could think of.
"My girl" he pulls you in, closer than he has ever had, holding you like today was the last day you two would ever be together. He's wanted to hold you like that forever, he will.
You cupped his face, looking him in the eyes with that look, he knew that look of doubt, essentially asking him if he meant it. It hurt but he knew that it wasn't your intention to and you needed to know if he was serious.
He managed to calm your nerves and give you reassurance with just the way he nods with his warm lips finding your neck again. You felt enough adrenaline to kiss him, like actually kiss him on his lips.
Romantic, soft and sweet yet passionate, Simon couldn't help himself, guiding and backing you up on the kitchen countertop. He took it as an opportunity to hoist you up on it by your waist, squirming a bit as the marble was like ice underneath your thighs, your legs propped open with him comfortably in between.
Of all the things, the grey sweatpants and refusal to even come close to wearing a shirt, it surely didn't help to calm where your mind is running.
He pressed his forehead on yours, closing his eyes and basking in the feeling of this with you, his breath on your skin felt different now...
Part Two: "your girl?" "My girl" (NSFW)
Part two is in @blingblong55's hands now because this is a collab and yes it's nsfw, I'll place the link here at the top when she graces us with her work and presence.
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sprout-fics · 2 days
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So lately I’ve been obsessed with bikers … and I can’t help but think of Ghost being a biker… would you ever consider writing about that??
OH. GIRL (gn)
I literally was just talking to @gazs-blue-hat about this.
Biker Ghost is a menace. This man has such an ego about his bike it would be so annoying if it weren't for the fact he looks so incredibly attractive. He works on the bike often, looks devastatingly handsome even with grease smeared across his knuckles and face. He's so incredibly proud of that bike and loves to show it off. When he retires his one true passion is taking the bike for long drives with you.
He keeps the skull aesthetic even on the bike, his helmet has personally done skull marks on it and he has skeletal biking gloves. In the summer he wears only a t-shirt, a little too tight where it clings to his massive biceps. The ink on his left arm swirls up and disappears beneath the black fabric, thighs bulging through his jeans. With his leather jacket on when it's cold he looks even bigger than he usually does- dressed entirely in black, visor dark and he revs the engine to be loud on purpose.
He'll come to pick you up from work just to show off, and you roll your eyes but how can you be mad when he looks like that? With his helmet on, visor up so you can feel his stare across the parking lot, arms crossed so his muscles bulge, leaning against the bike like he's a fucking guard dog.
Yet when you trot up like a schoolgirl with a crush he's disgustingly gentle with you. Takes your bag and stows it in the seat, gets your jacket and zips you up himself, and when you stand on your tiptoes to place a smooch on his helmet his hands hover at your waist as he gives a low, appreciative hum. He makes sure to kiss you too before he flips the visor or your own helmet shut. His voice is a low, deep rumble where you sometimes struggle to make out the words, but the warmth of it bleeds through all the same.
He knows to be extra careful with you as his backpack, double checks your gear and hauls you flush to his back. Your arms barely wrap around the trunk of his torso, and when they slip he waits until a traffic light to drag you closer, one hand stroking your knuckles as the other squeezes your thigh in appreciation. You're his beloved passenger, he's going to take extra special care of you even as the engine revs and the wind swallows you both.
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xoxunhinged · 2 days
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A stray cat wanders into the base and follows Simon around. You overhear him crooning “good girl” to it and you’re instantly reduced to a puddle 🫠🫠 hoping you’ll catch him saying it again. He’ll totally use it against you though if he realises the effect it has on you
Meow bestie!
This is adorable I love it! I got carried away, I sawry 🥹👉👈
Simon has never had pets.
He’s away so often, he couldn’t look after them. Also getting attached to things isn’t really something he wants to engage with.
Things get broken or lost. Animals shuffle off the mortal coil too soon and sometimes people do as well.
So when the scrawniest looking cat wanders up to him one night on base, he ignores it. Inhaling the last of his cigarette and tossing it onto the gravel beneath him.
The cat meows and rubs against his legs, unfazed by his daunting presence, eyeblack or mask.
“I ain’t got any food.” Si tells it sternly.
It gives his knee a soft headbutt. In spite of himself, he bends down and scratches it’s little face.
But as he begins the walk back to his room, his new friend follows happily. Si tries to shut the door on it, but it yowls so loudly outside that he caves in to get some shut eye.
When he wakes up, it’s curled on his bare chest, purring happily.
Several weeks later, ‘Kitty’ the imaginatively named cat, is a permanent fixture on base. She adores Soap and Gaz, sitting in their laps during briefings, but her real affections lie with Simon.
Crossing the canteen early one morning, ready to make coffee, you overhear Si in the kitchen.
“There’s your breakfast. Eat it slowly now yeah?”
Your feet stop in their tracks. Simon Riley is intimidating, Ghost is even more scary. You haven’t had much to do with him so far, other than admiring the way he looks in his tactical gear from a distance.
“Good girl Kitty, you’re such a good girl ain’t ya.” His voice is so soft and the effect it has on you is almost instantaneous.
Cheeks hot, you’re almost panting at the way he’s talking to his bloody cat.
Surreptitiously, you creep round the corner and eye him. Kitty is on the counter of the small kitchen, face covered with cat food, while Simon tickles her ears.
Deciding you’re not brave enough to interrupt the tender scene, you sneak back out of the canteen. But you can’t get Si’s voice out of your head, it plays on repeat all day.
Three mornings in a row, you quietly observe him feeding the cat, dying internally every time he calls her a ‘good girl’.
He says it once when you’re in a meeting with him and Soap, as Kitty jumps into his lap. Honestly you have to suppress a squirm in your chair.
Simon looks at you through his balaclava, eyes narrowing, but doesn’t say anything. You swear you see his mask twitch slightly with humour.
The next morning, as you finish your usual ritual in the canteen, a deep voice stops you in your tracks. You’d been heading for the door, brain full of thoughts about being Si’s good girl.
“Think you’re being fuckin sneaky don’t you.”
You cringe, turning to face him. His broad shoulders are set and he’s crossed both arms over his muscled chest.
Words die on your tongue. Kitty paws at your boot laces.
“Why d’ya keep coming in here and then leaving without sayin anything?” Simon asks, head tilting in a way that makes your stomach clench.
“Don’t want to interrupt you.” You whisper, trying to back away.
Simon chuckles.
“Liar. And if you were interrupting me I’d have told you off already.”
God your eyes are about to pop out of your head, you’re sure of it. He’s so fine, dark eyes burning into yours with interest.
Then his mask twitches again.
“Be a good girl, go and get your coffee. Get me one too ta? Black two sugars.”
You almost get on your knees for him then and there.
Why do I now wanna add Simon and Kitty to my ever expanding WIP list 😩
Also I cannot find the artist to credit on this cute art 😭 please let me know if it’s yours or you have a tag so I can add! (Found on Pinterest)
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sinkovia · 1 day
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-`♡´- ANON ASK -`♡´-
Anon requested that the ask be posted after the fic.
Pairings: SImon Riley x GN!Reader
Warnings: Angst.
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As the days passed by, your once perfect relationship with Simon began to fracture. It seemed as though the idyllic days you once shared were slipping away, replaced by a constant tension that hung heavy in the air.
The source of the arguments seems to stem from your "nagging," as Simon puts it. But to you, it's an expression of love and fear - a desperate attempt to hold onto something precious in a world where loss and danger lurk around every corner.
From the beginning, you both understood the risks in your line of work, but it's only recently that the reality of those risks has begun to weigh heavily on your heart.
You've voiced your fears to Simon, your desire to retire together and find solace in a life far removed from the dangers of combat. But each time you broach the subject, Simon's reaction is the same - cold, defensive, and laced with hurtful words that cut deep. It's a cycle that plays out time and time again: he pushes you away with his sharp words, only to come crawling back the next day, remorseful and apologetic.
In those moments of reconciliation, he speaks to you with tenderness and warmth, promising that he's always careful on missions and that this is the life he wants. He reassures you that perhaps, in a few years' time, he could think about settling down. And each time, you find yourself giving in, desperate to believe that his words hold truth.
But as the fear and dread of losing him creep back in, the same arguments resurface, and the cycle repeats itself endlessly, leaving you trapped in a loop of hope and despair. 
The tension in your life reaches a boiling point when you're summoned to the briefing room, where Captain Price lays out the details of a harrowing mission. Your heart sinks as you realize the gravity of the task at hand - infiltrating the heart of Makarov's forces, your fluency in Russian making you the only person who could do it. It's a suicide mission, with slim chances of success and even slimmer chances of survival.
As Captain Price outlines the high-risk, high-reward nature of the operation, your mind races with conflicting emotions. On one hand, success could mean a significant blow to Makarov's forces, potentially saving countless lives and shifting the tide of the war. On the other hand, the thought of risking your life - and potentially throwing away any chance of a future with Simon - fills you with fear.
You weigh the options carefully, torn between duty and personal desire. The stakes couldn't be higher, and the choice before you feels like a cruel test of loyalty and sacrifice. As you leave the briefing room, the weight of the decision hangs heavy on your shoulders, uncertainty clouding your thoughts as you grapple with the choice before you.
You step into your shared apartment, the weight of the impending conversation heavy on your shoulders. Simon is seated on the couch, absorbed in the television. With a heavy sigh, you make your way over and take a seat next to him, steeling yourself for what's to come.
"We need to talk, Si,"
Simon sighs and reaches to turn off the TV, a resigned expression crossing his features. "Here we go again," he mutters under his breath.
Your heart sinks at his dismissive tone, but you push forward nonetheless. “Price gave me a solo mission,” you watch his reaction closely.
Simon quirks a brow but remains silent, prompting you to continue. “He wants me to infiltrate Makarov's forces,”
“Sounds risky,” Simon comments, his tone neutral as he leans back on the couch, crossing his arms. You take a deep breath, "It's a suicide mission," you confess, locking eyes with him, searching for any sign of understanding or concern.
Silence hangs in the air as you wait for his response, “When do you leave?” he asks, his response devoid of the emotion you had hoped for.
Does he even hear you? Does he even care?
“Did you hear what I said? It’s a suicide mission. Do you even care Simon?” you press, desperation creeping into your voice.
Simon releases a frustrated breath, irritation evident in his demeanor. “Of course, I fucking care, y/n. But like I've said a million times before, we chose this profession. We know the risks that come with our job. Any of our missions could easily turn into a suicide mission.”
Your heart sinks at his callous response, the weight of his words hitting you like a punch to the gut. “And if I died on a mission, would you be okay with that? With living without me? With going on with life without me?!” you challenge, tears welling in your eyes.
“Seeing how you're always fucking nagging me, yeah, maybe I’d be okay with that!” Simon's harsh words cut through you like a knife, leaving you reeling in disbelief.
Your lip quivers, and you shake your head, unable to comprehend the cruelty of his words. “You're being mean. You don’t mean that Si, I know you don’t,” you protest, your voice barely above a whisper.
“I do. I mean every fucking word,” Simon retorts, his voice rising in anger. “Do you know how easy it would be to find someone else who will give me what I want? I can never get peace when you're around. We are done, y/n. Don't bother coming home after your mission.”
The finality of his words crushes you, leaving you speechless and broken. With tears streaming down your face, you cover your mouth with your hand, muffling the sobs that threaten to escape. Simon turns on his heel and storms out of the apartment, leaving you alone in the wake of his harsh words. 
With a heavy heart, you rise from the couch and make your way to your room, your mind consumed by the weight of the decision ahead. As you gather the necessities for the mission, a wave of despair washes over you.
If Simon wasn't in your life, what else did you have to live for? There had been multiple missions you had turned down in the past, knowing they were nothing but one-way trips. But now, without Simon by your side, there was nothing holding you back.
Stepping into Price’s office, you steel yourself for the conversation ahead. You inform him of your decision to go through with the mission, his surprise is evident, but he and Laswell offer words of encouragement, instilling in you a sense of hope. With your skills as an infiltrator and your Russian background, they assure you that you stand a fighting chance. After all, who would suspect one of their own?
Despite the uncertainty and the weight of the task ahead, a glimmer of hope begins to flicker within you. Within a matter of hours, you find yourself on a plane headed to Russia, the gravity of your decision weighing heavily on your mind. Simon however remains oblivious to your departure, unaware of the path you've chosen. 
Back at home, he returns that night with your favorite takeout and a bouquet of flowers, his heart heavy with remorse and determination. With each step, he replays his apology in his head, rehearsing the words he's been meaning to say. He knows he's messed up, and he's desperate to make things right. He wants to change, to be a better man for you.
Simon's mind swirls with thoughts of seeking therapy, of learning to control his temper and his sharp tongue. He knows he's hurt you deeply with his words, words he never truly meant. He loves you more than anything, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to prove it. But as he steps into the house, the atmosphere is heavy with silence. The air feels cold and unwelcoming.
“Y/n?” He calls out for you, his voice tinged with concern, but there's no response.
Worry gnaws at him as he wanders through the darkened rooms, searching for any sign of you. Finally, he enters the bedroom, and his heart sinks as he sees a note lying on the bed, illuminated by the faint light filtering in through the window. With trembling hands, he picks up the note, his heart pounding in his chest as he reads your words. 
Simon,
By the time you read this, I'll be on a plane to Russia. I've made the decision to go through with it, despite the risks, and I wanted you to know why.
I've heard your words echoing in my mind, the ones about finding someone else who will give you what you want, about never getting peace when I'm around. And so, I've decided to honor your wishes. Once I finish this mission, I'll find my own place, and you won't have to deal with my constant nagging anymore. Your life will finally be at peace, just as you've always wanted.
I want you to know that I've always turned down these types of missions in the past. This isn't the first time Price has offered them to me. But if I had known sooner that you didn't care whether I went on them or not, I would have gone sooner. I'm sorry for making your life so miserable, for not realizing sooner that I was the problem.
I hope that you find peace now, Simon. I hope that you find someone who can give you what you want, someone who can make you happy. You deserve that much, at least.
Take care of yourself.
Yours always, Y/n
With each word, his heart sinks deeper, the weight of your words bearing down on him with crushing force. Tears blur his vision as he reads your farewell, your words cutting through him like a knife. The realization of the pain he's caused you hits him like a tidal wave, leaving him gasping for air as guilt gnaws at his conscience.
When he reaches the part where you promise to honor his wish and stay out of his life after your mission, Simon's heart shatters into a million pieces. The thought of you willingly walking away from him, all because of his own hurtful words and actions, is almost too much to bear.
He crumples the letter in his trembling hands, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs as he struggles to come to terms with the magnitude of his mistakes. The weight of regret hangs heavy in the air as he realizes the depth of the love he's lost, the love he may never have the chance to regain if you don’t come back from the mission.
The suicide mission.
In that moment, he breaks down completely, the full weight of his actions crashing over him like a tidal wave. Seeing how much he's hurt you, how much he's pushed you away to point that you accepted the mission, shatters him to his core.
With each tear that falls, Simon's resolve crumbles, replaced by a deep and profound sense of regret. He wishes he could turn back time, take back the hurtful words he's spoken, and hold you close, promising to never let you go. But it's too late now, and all he can do is sit in silence, praying to a higher form to keep you safe, to let you come back to him alive.
The next day, Simon walked into Price’s office, his heart heavy with worry and anticipation. He needed to know more about your mission, to find any shred of information that could ease his growing anxiety.
Price informed Simon that you had landed in Russia in the early morning hours. However, he delivered the news that communication would be sparse for at least a month. They had scheduled calls planned for updates on the mission status, but they would have to wait until the designated time for you to radio in.
Simon listened intently, understanding the protocol, but inside, fear and dread gnawed at him. The thought of you out there, alone and potentially in danger, filled him with a sense of helplessness.
As the first month passed, Simon waited patiently in the room with Price, every passing minute feeling like an eternity. But as the hours stretched on, there was no sign of communication from you. No Morse code, no call, no comm. Just silence.
Panic began to set in as Simon grappled with the uncertainty of your situation. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease, the nagging worry that something had gone terribly wrong. But Price remained steadfast in his confidence, assuring Simon that these things happened often, that perhaps you hadn't found the right opportunity to relay a message.
Despite Price's reassurances, Simon couldn't shake the sense of foreboding that gripped him. With each passing day, his fear for your safety only grew stronger, overshadowing any hope he tried to hold onto. But he knew he had to stay strong, to keep faith that you would return safely from your mission.
Month after month passed, and still, there was no word from you. Simon waited patiently by the phone in the comms room center, his heart heavy with worry and uncertainty. He refused to give up on you, clinging to the hope that you would come back to him, despite Price declaring you M.I.A.
Even as Price tried to reason with him, pointing out that none of your mission objectives had been completed in the time you had been gone, Simon remained steadfast in his belief that you were still out there, somewhere, fighting to return to him.
Even as the years passed Simon couldn't bring himself to accept the possibility that you might truly be gone, vanished from his life and the world forever. The thought of living in a world without you was unbearable, and Simon couldn't bear to entertain it.
The last words he had spoken to you echoed in his mind, haunting him with their cruelty. How could he have been so callous, so blind to the pain he was causing you? 
Was this fate's cruel work, forcing him to confront the consequences of his actions? Was this punishment for his harsh words, for pushing you away when he should have pulled you close? Was this what he truly wanted, to be left alone in a world without you?
But even in the depths of his despair, Simon clung to a sliver of hope, refusing to let go of the belief that you would come back to him. He would wait for you, for as long as it took, holding onto the hope that one day, you would return to him and his world would be whole again.
Anon Ask- simon x reader but they are both in the military and reader gets assigned on a suicide mission but has a choice to go or not. reader and simon fight and then they decide to go. feel free not to do this no pressure!!! but if you will dont post the ask until after to make it a little angsty surprise!
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mondaysoct · 3 days
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Simon Riley x Fem!Reader
—content warning: blowjob, explicit, nsfw, 18+ reader only, mdni
—word count: 1.3k
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It would always be one of his biggest weaknesses when he saw you snuggling your head against his thighs, your mouth still slightly open, and a soft moan coming from your lips.
He was clearly a bit irritated by the fact that you knew well what he wanted, and it seemed like you were being a bit of a brat on purpose.
One of his favorite things about you was—well, how you responded so clearly to his dominance. He was confident in his choice. The way he had the ability to make you squirm under him like this.
He remembered what you did last time that ended up getting him this worked up. He smirked as he looked down at you. "My good girl."
Slowly bring his dick downward toward your soft and inviting mouth. Gently running the tip along your bottom lip.
Ghost's soft and slow movements had him teasing you a little, dragging it out, put it back in purpose, not exactly allowing you to do much of what you wanted.
He didn't let your mouth have access to anything yet, and his eyes continued to observe the way you were looking up at him.
Your lips parted slightly in response. It was like you knew exactly what he wanted to do, and you were trying to entice him as much as possible.
You stuck your tongue out a little, your expression only continuing to make him feel like you were trying to get a reaction out of him.
He raised an eyebrow. He had to wonder if you were messing with him on purpose, but he still couldn't help but find your actions cute.
He coughed in an attempt to collect himself. "If you're going to keep acting like this, I'll have to resort to drastic measures, you know..."
"Really?" You mumbled.
He snorted, chuckling slightly at your innocent expression as he answered. "Oh yes, sweetheart."
He sighed, then shook his head. It was clear that he was fighting the urge to take you already, but part of him wanted to enjoy to playing dumb a little longer.
All he needed to do was keep like this, and you would be putty in his hands, just begging for his attention for the rest of the night.
The way that you were letting him use your mouth was already turning him on pretty significantly, but knowing how badly you wanted it too was also making him desire you even more.
"Well then, I got you all worked up now..." he pats your cheek twice.
You let your tongue brush up against his tip, as if encouraging him to keep moving them closer to your mouth. He didn't have to encourage you to do so, though.
He grunts as his dick began to slide between your moistening lips slowly, just about enough to touch your tongue. His eyes narrowing just a little bit as he watched the way you were taking him in.
His breath hitched as his dick finally reached its destination. His hand gripped your shoulder tightly, and he could feel the way you were starting to become impatient, as your mouth bobbed back and forward, your lips parting slightly as you let out a small grunt.
With your eyes closed, and the way you were moaning under him, make his erection painfully hard.
His free hand shifted once more, resting on the back of your head, as he pushed your mouth further onto him, wanting deeper into your mouth, slide in between your lips, back and forth, slowly beginning to pick up a bit more in his attempts to satisfy himself.
Sound escaped his lips unconsciously at intense pleasure and intense pain in him.
Your tongue beginning to swirl and roll around his length as you began to move your head further. He felt your warm, wet grip on him clearly inviting him to move deeper.
He looked at the way you were sucking on his cock, and the way your eyes were closed. The sounds your mouth made as you sucked on him made his grip around your shoulder tighten even more as he let out another soft groan in response.
Your throat beginning to start making even more noises as he hit deeper.
He felt you start to pull away slightly, and so he used his index finger to gently hold your chin, ensuring that if he tried to pull you back, your mouth would be wide open for him.
A small glint of excitement in your eyes as his dick slid back in, pushing all the way to the back of your throat before pulling out again, make you let out small groan in disappointment at his teasing.
He could feel you trying to follow his tip with your lips, eager for it to slide back in.
Your tongue was now starting to slide up and down his cock, licking them gently, and took the whole length, pulling out just enough to feel your lips on him, only to push it back in again.
"That's it..." he murmured, his breath coming out in heavy grunts as he moved his length into your hot mouth once again.
This was really the part that he was waiting for, and seeing your mouth work over his was making him just more desperate to have your mouth on anything else.
His mouth curling into a slightly satisfied grin as he pulled out, and looked at you with a smug expression. Your mouth was all wet and sticky, as you gave him a cute little panting smile.
Ghost smirked as he looked you over, your hair disheveled from the way he was playing with your mouth, and the expression on your face told him everything he needed to know.
He grasps on your chin, as he pulled your mouth down to his lips and began to deep-tounge kiss you. He groaned harshly as he felt your warm, wet mouth, salty taste of his cum. You let out a little grunt from having been pulled against him.
His hand holding your chin tightly making sure that you couldn't break out of his grip, and would stay like this until he decided he had enough. You moaned as he took you in.
"This doesn't happen often." He mumbled as he continued to kiss you, his arm pressing down against your butt.
"How so?" He smirked a little at your question, but decided not to answer it just yet.
Instead, he mumbled a quick, "Shhh...", before kissing you harder to shut you up from asking any more questions.
He groaned slightly at your utterance of his name. His thumb brushing against your thigh. He was making little to no attempt to hide his thirst for you as his lips broke away from yours for a moment, giving you a brief moment to catch your breath. "You're so..." he murmured, a hint of surprise in his voice.
He had to take a moment to try and collect himself. He didn't have a proper answer as he tried to think, his brain working overtime to try and find the right words to describe how breathtakingly beautiful you looked to him.
His free hand finally left your thigh in favor of your hair, the tips of his fingers brushing against your cheek as he finally decided on an answer. "You're so precious..."
He noticed your blush, and couldn't help but to smirk as he saw how he could still get such cute reactions out of you.
His hand rubbing along your throat and your hair as he spoke. "Mm, so cute."
His hand moves downwards, to your stomach, as his other hand grabbed the back of your neck, gripping you firmly as he began to tease your neck, kissing it and licking it at several different spots.
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konigslittleliebling · 15 hours
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Do you write for Ghost? If so, I just had a thot,, boss!simon and worker!reader? Simon is a really stern and cut-throat leader at a company you’re working for. He definitely doesn’t favor you, and will purposely make your life harder, won’t let you get leave or bonuses/benefits unless you give him a nice blowjob under his desk during a meeting… maybe slut shaming and dress coding you all the damn time,, or maybe he strip searches you, accusing you of stealing from other employees… poor innocent you, you just wanna make your boss happy :(
ugh, he’s so mean :((
boss!simon who keeps you under a strict dress code; forcing you to wear curve-hugging pencil skirts above the knee — leaving little to the imagination. you mustn’t dare wear knickers, not unless you’re on your period, but that won’t stop him. even then, you must wear a skimpy thong. and no point carrying sanitary supplies!! he’ll clean you right up, just hike up that mid-thigh skirt that insinuates your arse and bend yourself over the desk you often find yourself knelt beneath; your boss will take care of the rest.
boss!simon who doesn’t grant you vacation or sick days. he’ll have you in his chair, legs propped up on his desk in front of you where of course your naked pussy is slick and visible past the short, tight enclosure of your skirt (which he makes you wash on a hot cycle so it’ll shrink every time). he’ll discipline you for trying to avoid him and give you extra hours, disciplining that poor little cunt during overtime when everyone else has left, ruining your poor little hole all over every available desk. and of course you’re cleaning up the mess afterwards, gotta earn a star on that empty chart of yours somehow.
boss!simon who will give everyone else the day off just so he can watch you strut around the workplace on your own, arse and hips punctured by his custom uniform specific to you.
boss!simon who makes you take your breaks in his office, telling you prior what to pack for your lunch. he’ll tell you to pack foods that you’ll have to slurp or suck so he can hear the pretty noises your mouth makes, and the shapes your lips suction into. he loves to watch you eat lollipops and ice cream, especially when the calories go straight to your hips — filling out that skirt perfectly.
boss!simon who always supplies you with pens, telling you to chew them so he can watch from his office as your tongue fiddles with and teases it, ink sometimes staining your lips if you chew too hard :((
boss!simon who pays you less than everyone else so he can fuck what the rest is worth into you, hammering into your plump arse whilst you moan atop his desk because, he’ll make you feel better than any amount of money ever could.
boss!simon who assigns you especially difficult tasks so he can watch you struggle and toil over it, loving how stressed and worked-up it makes you, just because he can >:(
boss!simon who loves to remind you who’s in charge when he instructs you to take his cock down your throat or in your fucked-out cunny. and because he’s your superior, he can absolutely make you do it infront of your colleagues !! after all, you’ve probably done something to deserve such a humiliating punishment.
boss!simon who’ll tell you to wear fishnet stockings and a garter to work one day, only to make you remove them in front of other workers and slut shames you for wearing such appealing and suggestive clothing to the workplace :((
boss!simon who’ll put items from his office into your bag when you went to the restroom, only to make you empty it for him once you returned. you have no idea how his stuff got in there!! but you can’t argue with your boss when being accused of theft, you’ll just have to take his punishment like a good girl :(( he’ll make you undress to make sure you haven’t stuffed any more down your lacy bra, or even inserted anything anywhere else . . .
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Picklejar Hall of Fame [Jan, Feb & March]
gonna be doing this every few months now. enjoy🎁
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Bucky Barnes
Incubus & Disney Corruption Series - @after-avenging-hours - found these so long ago and i thoroughly enjoyed them again very recently. so they deserve to be in this list💕
The Ties That Bind Us - @thevillainswhore - divorced or not, god himself will never keep me away from this man's dick🫠🫠🫠🫠
Oberyn Martell
Burning Bright - @tropes-and-tales - i read a few chapters so long ago and then lost the series somehow, but i found it again and i'm saving it here because it's so good😭💖
Frank Castle
Pretty - @chvoswxtch - the dream i had about this man lead me straight to your fic and i have ✨no regrets✨ about that💋
Miguel O'Hara
Superhuman Stamina and Hide And Seek - @astroboots - not a good idea to read this while i was ovulating🫠🫠🫠🫠
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Empty Me Out - i am a sucker for Obi-Wan losing control and you exploited that😤💐❤️
Din Djarin
Dosed - @absurdthirst - who needs ovulation when you've got a sex pollen to make you go insane for the Mandalorian?🌶️🔥🌶️🔥
Electric Heart - @hellowoolf - gnawing at my arm because of this🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
Flowers For My Mandalorian - @thefrogdalorian - this is so cute!!! offering Din flowers?? he absolutely deserves them💐💐💐💐
Like A Moth To The Flame - @the-scandalorian - this👏🏼 fic👏🏼 has👏🏼 ruined👏🏼 me👏🏼
Beloved - @groguspicklejar - shameless self promo. what are you gonna do about it? don't look at me like that👁️👁️
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simon wakes up in the middle of the night - @thexsilentxwordsmith - what do i- what do i gotta do? WHAT DO I GOTTA DO? WHO'S SOUL DO I HAVE TO SELL?😭
Simon being obsessed with your swollen tummy - @sunsetsimon - fluff overload🩷 that's it. that's all i have. my brain has been fried by fluff🧠💥
"Since when do you drink bourbon?" - @shotmrmiller - i need to be neutered, doused in holy water and burnt at the stake because HOT FUCKING DAMN🥵🌶️🔥
Around the clock - @clairdelunelove - Simon "lone dog that strays right into your home and stays there to guard you and fix your stuff to make himself feel like he needs to earn your time of day" Riley will never not be the most precious thing ever🌻💞
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Vouyer!Gaz - @sky-is-the-limit - from now on, mirrors are my worst enemy because i cannot walk by one without suddenly having the urge to be fucked in front of it by my favourite fictional man🪞
I let my gf manscape me - Kyle needs to be taken care of and yes, i volunteer as tribute🙋🏽‍♀️ Two Best Friends And A Hoodie - if this man finds his hoodies missing, he better blame himself because i cannot be trusted around them or him and he should take better care of them🫠🌶️🔥 (both my @tfone4one)
Watch Her - @waves-against-a-cliff - you have no idea but this fic lives rent free in my mind🥵
Vegas marriage with Gaz - @mangowafflesss (+ @ethereal-night-fairy 's delicious addition) - this gave me a sever case of brainworms🥴
Release - @captainfern - listen. what do i gotta do to suck his dick? who do i have to kill? because i will do it in the name of gaz dick love🔪🌹
Fake dating Kyle - @alwaysshallow - oh, no fake dating that leads to a forced marriage🙂💍 how absolutely terrible! what ever shall i do?🙂🙂🙂 as i'm running down the isle to marry my man
Out Of Element - @cowyolks - calling Makarov to kidnap me so that Gaz can save me because i'm crazy like that teehee👽
Stay For Something - @makoodles - if you hear muffled screaming, no you didn't. if you also hear loud squelching noises, yes you do because that's the sound of gaz rearranging my guts in an attempt to rectify a relationship that should've never fallen apart in the first place and no, i have no regrets about that🌹🌹🌹🌹
Send Me Feral, Sweet Like Honey & Into The Fire - @greatstormcat - all of these. ✨chef's kiss✨ every version of gaz can fuck me 10 ways to hell and no, i do not regret disclosing that information🔥
Show Me Out - @wiinterz - i was not prepared for how fucking cute this was and i am emotionally damaged my this fic🌸
Bloody Shame - @glossysoap - you need jailtime for this because how dare you exploit my weakness for Kyle "best friend who's secretly in love with you and would jump at the opportunity to fuck you" Garrick🥵🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 ma'am, i'm putting you under arrest for stealing my wretched heart🔒🗝️
John "Soap" MacTavish
The key to solving Johnny's bad mood - @soap-ify - is it bad that i want to purposefully put him in a bad mood so he can do this?👀
I need your discipline - @crashandlivewrites - Soap sending nudes is never accidental and i will die on that hill but dammit is it fucking entertaining either way🌶️🥴
Cbf!johnny - @shotmrmiller - when i tell you that i needed a freezing cold shower after this... way to drag me all the way to hell🫠🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Fwb!Captain MacTavish - @waves-against-a-cliff - can we PLEASE leave our legs open for this bear of a man?👽👽👽👽👽👽
Forgotten Sorrows - @ethereal-night-fairy - you must enjoy breaking hearts because why are you out to get me like this🙃💔 like honestly, every time i go back to read this fic again, i'm left in tears over how exquisitely gut-wrenching it is. so thanks for taking a sledgehammer to my heart🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 (p.s- that PriceWitch x reader smut? a soothing balm to my soul after the hurt you left✨)
John Price
Price with a breeding kink - @luvit - finding out that i don't want kids... unless it means i'm being bred by Jonathan Price was an 💫experience💫
John Price x witch!reader - @neoarchipelago - that's it. i'm taking courses on how to be a shapeshifter because if this is what it takes to find my fictional man, then so be it🐈‍⬛
The Space In Between - @391780 - this exquisite mafia fic will always have me in a chokehold and i have made my peace with that because i wouldn't have it any other way🥂🖤
Who wears the pants - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries - husband!price being a total simp for his wifey and getting jealous when his boys see how beautiful she is? sign me. the fuck. up🔥
Price Headcannons - @blckbrrybasket - listen. idk who's giving you this information but these are the most accurate hc of john price i've ever seen. who's your source?👀 and don't think i didn't catch the rest of the 141 hcs too, you're on my radar now👀👀👀👀
At The Barber - @sofasoap - i think it's extremely accurate when price doesn't want to go to the barber because he's anxious about somebody holding a sharp object to his neck and you've captured that beautifully💖💖💖💖
Captain Knows Best - @slater-baby - kelsi.exe has stopped working😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫 i need to be checked into a mental hospital because this wrecked my brain and my pussy beyond repair🔥🔥🔥
Touchy - @glossysoap - my thighs are available 24/7, 365 days a year for this man and i have absolutely no shame about that🎀
Konig
Bite me. Love me. - @cookiepie111 - if he's a walking red flag then we are at a carnival and i'm colour blind🎠🎪
Geto Suguru
Mine, Mine, Mine! - @teamatsumu - when will i find my feral alpha who wants to breed me? when?🫠
Todoroki Shouto
Fingerprints - @andypantsx3 - i'm so glad i found this fic again because i binged it and licked it off my girl dinner plate with not an ounce of shame🍽️
Bakugo Katsuki
Resistance - @yesitsmewhataboutit - genuinely sad when i lost this fic before i saved it but the fanfiction gods took pity on my soul and brought it back onto my lap💐 love you for this masterpiece💞
Honourary Mentions
The Pit - @peachesofteal - Peach, i will never not be in awe of your dark and twisty fics and this one in particular because it's so phenomenally delicious🪻🌑
soap x reader x ghost - @rowarn - i volunteer as tribute for Johnny to learn his new skills on me🙋🏽‍♀️
Netflix And Chill - @luvit - am i ashamed of the whore i became because of this fic? nope. absolutely not and i thank you for it🔥🔥🔥🔥
The Highlands Of Your Heart - @spectres-n-soap - how. dare. you. break. my. heart. like. this🙃💔 ...do it again (no, i'm kidding pls don't)
Let Me In - @eilidh-eternal & @groguspicklejar - this wasn't meant to become a whole series but that's what happens when a fanart sparks the creativity of two moots and thus, an accidental fanfiction series was born✨✨✨✨
mafia!141 - @cordeliawhohung - since we're mafia sister wives, i think this series deserves a spot in this hall of fame🖤✨ taking my time to read this because i want to savour it
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lxvvie · 2 days
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you try to stack donuts on it but the donut is too small
alternatively simon allows you to stack donuts only if you clean all the icing off with your tongue later
You decide to cook up some powdered sugar glaze to get the donuts to stick to Little Lt. Riley because you're making this donut tower tree-thing happen but all it does is cause a sticky mess—"Goodbye Frosted Flakes, hello Frosted Dick." Cue the look Simon gives you.
Everything is so ridiculous that you proceed to giggle uncontrollably, so much so that tears are in your eyes and Simon is sitting there still giving you that look with a frosted-coated cock and what were delicious donuts he could've been eating right now hanging on by a thread. Of frosting. From his cock.
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milkteahood · 14 hours
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to love and be loved
Simon Riley x reader
note: just a little something. Might write more on him if this is enjoyed
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Simon didn’t think of love. Ghost didn’t do love. Love was for people with normal lives. Love was for the privileged. And until he met you, love wasn’t something that even crossed his mind. It took so long to crack through the walls he built around him, and he swore up and down you would never get in. He wouldn’t let it happen. You were just the doctor on the base. Nothing more.
Yet the smile you gave him every day on the base, the way you ran around doing your job, the way you handled him with kid gloves although he was a mountain of a man. All that did nothing but pick at the stone walls surrounding him.
He didn’t even realize he was seeking you, or didn’t want to realize. Every cut, dislocation, anything, had to be treated by you. Even when there were other doctors available, it just had to be you. But he wasn’t in love. Ghost didn’t do love. No, this wasn’t love. You were just a good doctor. That’s what he would always tell himself.
The time you spent with him was just you being nice. It couldn’t be anything else. So he decided to humor you by hanging out. Sure, he can grab lunch with you. Sure, he can come for a walk. Sure, he will listen to you ramble and ramble like a puppy in love. But it wasn’t love. Ghost doesn’t do love.
It wasn’t love when you got attacked by a patient. A man the squad beat up an inch to death and brought as a hostage. It wasn’t love when he killed him for attacking you. He didn’t kill him for attacking you, is what he thought. He killed the hostage because he attacked a doctor. And doctors were valuable. No, it wasn’t for you.
It wasn’t love when he would barely leave your sight afterward. Ghost would follow you around like a lost puppy. You sure needed help. Everything was suddenly too heavy for you. You had nurses and staff, there were others, but none were capable enough. If they were, you wouldn’t have gotten attacked. Ghost was protecting important staff. It wasn’t you. No, it couldn’t be. Because if it was, it meant you got it.
But now, as he laid on your chest, listening to your heartbeat and soft breathing after years of denying everything he felt, maybe, just maybe, this is how love felt like. Your fingers were caressing his back, something that no longer made him flinch. Your other hand was in his hair, gently stroking it.
He might’ve been a monster, but not around you. Never around you. Because you loved him. And he loved you. Ghost didn’t do love, but Simon did. And you saw Simon, even when Ghost did everything to keep you away.
“Simon?”
“Hm?”
“Are you alright, darling?” you asked, sensing he got lost in his thoughts again.
“Better than ever” he replied, giving you a kiss.
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cntloup · 2 days
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Queen!Reader x Knight!Ghost
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You lounge on the love seat with your husband in your beautiful garden which surrounds the castle, the early spring blossoms swaying by the soft breeze, dancing before your eyes and showing off their delicate beauty. 
He kisses you tenderly while his palm rests on your swollen belly as he holds you in his strong arms. 
You can feel his warmth, his love radiate off him and fully immerse your whole being. 
But the loving moment doesn’t last long as you feel a sharp stabbing pain in your abdomen. 
“Simon!” you suddenly cry out and clutch his hand in yours. 
“What is it, love?” he’s alert and deeply concerned. 
You can only sob in pain as you wrap your arms around your belly and curl into yourself. 
His eyes travel down to the stream of crimson staining your dress. 
“You’re bleeding!” he gasps and quickly lifts you up to carry you inside, “Hold on, love. Stay with me.” he breathes into your ear as he notices you starting to lose consciousness. 
He calls the nurses and they gather around you, carefully placing you on the bed. 
They urge him to go and wait outside much to your and his protests, but he obliges in favor of your well-being. 
He paces the halls in pure anxiety until your blaring sobs of agony fill the castle. 
He opens the gates in an instant and rushes to your side. 
“What? What happened?” he asks, extreme distress etched on his face as he looks around the room for an answer. 
“I lost... I lost the baby.” you bawl, hiding your face in your hands as if in guilt and embarrassment. 
He embraces you and you both weep in sheer grief and despair in each other’s arms, mourning the loss of your child. 
You slowly doze off out of utter exhaustion and he holds you all throughout the night. 
“Simon, I’m sorry. It's all my fault.” you cry in his arms. 
“No, my love. None of it is your fault. You did your best. Don’t you dare blame yourself.” he reassures you in a firm, earnest tone. 
“I love you.” he whispers before kissing your temple. 
“I love you too, Simon.” you respond, voice wavering and never-ending tears running down your face. 
His mind wanders as you rest and there is no doubt in his heart anymore that he, his soul, his bloodline, everything about him is cursed and as a result, he has cursed you.
“Simon, can we try again?” your soft voice interrupts his thoughts. 
“Of course, my love. We will try again.” he responds and kisses you sweetly. 
But he cannot even fathom a life without you. His whole life revolves around you. 
‘Maybe there is a sliver of hope after all’ he thinks as he holds you in his arms. 
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blingblong55 · 20 hours
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Landslide -Simon "Ghost" Riley
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Based on a request: I was talking about military father-daughter balls with a coworker and as a fluff request to also cleanse your asks: How about Simon walking into his daughters room wearing his suit, going to ask his wife to do his bow tie because he's never been one for formal occasions and sees R/N is getting their daughter ready into her dress and doing her hair.
---- F!Reader, fluff, dad!Ghost, father-daughter moment ----
It's an old tradition that dads did with their daughters, something he never expected to attend and here he is, getting in his dress uniform. His ribbons, medals and the tight berret all decored him. As he was about to put his last medal on, he remembered the stupid tie. He was good at tying ropes but stupid ties that made him forget everything he learned were just…ugh where is his darling wife when he needs him?
"Bloody thing-" he gets cut off by a giggle from his daughter. Oh, that sweet sound that made him retire years ago. As his daughter giggles, he finds himself smiling and forgetting about the tie and the one woman who knows how to tie one is his sweet wife. Slowly, he finds himself walking to the bedroom, looking down as he tries to figure out how to tie this without looking and feeling dumb.
"And then daddy will dance with me?" your sweet daughter says and you nod. "He will and you best be on your best behaviour, okay?" You say as you fix zip her dress up and smile. Simon leans on the doorway and smiles. This is the life any soldier like him ever dreamed of.
He doesn't want to interrupt, this is a special moment after all and he hopes that this becomes a tradition. One that he can continue even with the little one in your soft belly.
Your daughter with a small pout asks if she will always be as pretty as she is tonight and before you can answer, Simon does it for you. "Your daddy's little princess, of course, you'll always be as pretty– no, you'll always be as beautiful and elegant as tonight, just like your mum," he smiles and winks your way.
He always has a way with words and always knows when to compliment you and your princess.
"Now sit still, I have to finish this braid," you softly say and smile. Your little girl is as eager as ever to go out with her dad tonight. And as you do her hair, Simons sits on the edge of the bed, watching you both.
He went from guns, infiltrations and bombs to having pink stickers, toys, dolls and bows all over his home and he will never complain about it. It's beautiful really. He knows that the change is so different but it's so good, he likes the car rides to and from school where he has to play two certain songs over and over. And Soap may laugh at him anytime he gets in the car after a night out and the radio station is on a kid's station but he is a dad and fuck does he love being a dad.
Once you place the last bow and apply the glitter to her hair, Simon is next. Here he was, standing like a little kid to have his mother help him with something. "I just don't get it, love," he says as he lets you tie the tie. You smile, tightening and adjusting his shirt, "Just takes time, Si," you kiss his cheek and chuckle a little as you have to clean his cheek from the lipstick stain. He smiles like a lovesick fool.
A cheeky smile appears on him as your daughter takes his hand, "We'll be late daddy." she reminds him and he smiles. He taught her well, that time management was always important and if he had to arrive at an event at a certain time, he was always there 10 minutes earlier and now so will his daughter.
"Alright, c'mon," he picks her up and kisses your cheek. "We'll be home at 10:30, alright love?" he brushes your cheek and kisses your forehead. "You and the little lad stay warm," he says as he closes the front door.
The whole night was amazing for them both. She received flowers when she got to the car because gentlemen should always give flowers on special nights and she always danced with him all night.
It is a night for the years to come, a new tradition that will heal the old wounds of an old soldier.
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Werewolf!141 x F!Reader | Sneak Peek
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You've been assigned to Task Force 141 as their designated Werewolf Handler. It will be your job to ensure that the pack work together as coherently as possible through any means necessary. You think it will be an easy enough assignment, just help out the Task Force and then move on to the next one. Unfortunately for you, the rest of 141 aren't so willing to let go of their new human.
A/N: Just a little snippet from an AU I'm playing around with. It'll mostly be a smut-based fic.
Warnings: Mentioned Child Abuse (Simon's Past)
Masterlist: CoD Masterlist
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Out of every member of Task Force 141, Ghost is the only person you’ve struggled to get along with. That isn’t to say he’s rude or deliberately trying to make you feel uncomfortable with them, he’s simply not as welcoming as all the others. He has his reasons for that, you know, probably some kind of attempt at keeping you safe, but it’s beginning to get on your nerves.  
You’re a human, the rest of your team are not. A whole pack of werewolves with you right in the middle of it. While normally you would be touched that someone cares so much for your welfare, you’ve spent years learning how to handle werewolves and you’re far from a rookie. It’s gone from being sweet to being nothing but irritating.  
You’re their designated handler, so it’s vital that all of you can work well as a team. You’ve met three of the wolves – Price, Gaz and Soap’s - and for the most part they’re good fun to work with.  
Soap, by far, has the clingiest wolf. He follows you around base, tail wagging and tongue lolling as he acts like your own personal shadow. He’s playful and loves nothing more than to run circles around you while you’re trying to work. According to his file, he comes from a large family of other wolves, so he’s well socialised and both halves of his personality, human and wolf, work together in perfect harmony.  
Gaz’s wolf is a little more reserved when it comes to spending time with those outside of the pack, but he’s just as friendly toward you as Soap, if a little less excitable. He has a beautiful, sleek black coat, unlike Soap’s shaggy brown mop of fur. You’re the only human who can run your fingers through his soft fluff without potentially losing a finger for disturbing his luscious locks.  
Your Captain has the typical grey colouring, with some white sprinkled across his muzzle. He’s the very picture of a regal, perfectly poised wolf. The two sergeants might be unruly when playing together and enjoy riling up one another, but both heed Price’s commands without fail.  
Ghost, however, is an unknown.  
During the full moon your pack run out across the field on base, play wrestling and doing their best to smother you with affection. It’s an evening of fun and a perfect way for the group to destress every month. But Ghost? He’s never there with you.  
While Gaz and Soap grew up with other werewolves teaching them how to behave and coexist with their inner wolves, and Price has had decades of working in the military to develop a vice-like grip on the control over his own, Ghost never had such an opportunity. He wasn’t born as a werewolf, rather turned into one.  
Werewolves born from others of their kind have good relationships with their wolf halves, having existed together even within the womb. Those who are turned suddenly find themselves with a whole separate creature suddenly inhabiting their minds and bodies, and the results of having their psyche torn to pieces so violently can be horrific. You’ve seen firsthand what kinds of aggressive, murderous beasts can be born from a newly changed werewolf rejecting their other half.  
Ghost is one such beast. Turned as a child by his own father in an attempt to make him bigger and stronger, only for it to backfire and create a terrifying monster instead. Instead of learning to embrace his wolf on a full moon and finding others of his kind to play and grow with, a young Simon’s wolf found himself locked up in a metal cage. He would be muzzled and beaten during his father’s attempts at “training” the wolf, then left either chained to a pole or in the tiny cage without food or water for the remainder of his change.  
And that’s merely what Ghost’s medical file is willing to disclose, the majority of the rest blacked out completely. You’re fortunate enough to have access to the highly classified documents, but even they give you very little to work with.  
Price has told you just how difficult it is for the other wolves to work with Simon’s wolf. He never learned how to socialise with other wolves, and it took months before they could all cohabitate without fights breaking out. But still now, years on, Ghost still refuses to spend the full moon with the rest of the pack.  
You were requested specifically to work with the pack to try and help Ghost open up a little and learn to accept his other half. No doubt it’ll be a difficult task given Ghost’s history, but this isn’t your first rodeo. By the end of this you’ll have Ghost’s wolf rolling over for belly rubs like the good boy you know he is.  
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