#simon riley coded

[keikiro333]

so cute, hope they stay together till they're older

so fucking simon riley coded. why can i only imagine ghost in this.. ik there's ton of fics similar to this scenario but i NEED one w this exact same scenario. Dog analogies r one of my faves like- dog having past trauma then slowly opens up to you and you get a loyal companion for life like- ISNT THAT SO HIM UGH basically guard dog simon😭

sickens me to my stomach. how dare this guy get to live my dream.

[sweetnothingtm]

simon riley who’s obsessed with a camgirl.

simon riley who has his card memorized so he can endlessly tip you with little messages of praise.

good girl. what a good dirty whore. that’s it, smile for daddy. finished so soon? i won’t ask twice - again, princess. wish i could fuck those little plump lips. nasty little slut.

simon riley who’s your top viewer and spends thousands of dollars donating you gifts.

simon riley who jerks himself off to saved videos of you smiling sweetly as you dip your hand in between your thighs.

simon riley, who bought you special lingerie for Valentine’s Day just to see you cum over and over and over in the tight red lace.

simon riley - pussy whipped for a girl who’s never met him but who he’s destined to ruin with all his dirty little fantasies.

damn my bad I’ll stop…

[gothghostiie]

yknow, im thinking about this guy at a bakery close to me who is so simon riley coded.

he's a little older, big and buff, a little chubby too. tattoed up with his ears pierced, his hair getting gray and always looking so damn grumpy. you never see him in a good mood, not even a little smile or smirk, hes stoic with a deep and loud voice. i used to think he absolutely dislikes me for no reason, since i frequent the store its in i see him a lot. and with how he looks at me youd think he wants to kill me.

but you know what? hes actually the biggest sweetheart. hes got a goofy grin when chatting to his colleagues, even if he looks around to see if anyone saw. he lowers his voice when you flinch from his natural volume. he has the patience of an angel, glaring at costumers who huff at you for taking too long.

if that isnt simon riley coded idk what is

[sgt-toasted-bug]

Joking about self strangulation is all fun and games until you get sick and your lymph nodes actually start strangling you

This ailment cannot stop me from yapping tho

[kit-williams]

Toxic Love

tw: Solos is going to mansplain, manipulate, and manwhore his way back to his darling, obsession, possessive, yandere, he is toxic and parasitic, also some body horror because papa Nurgle loves body horror, I guess also the horror of someone calling a Death Guard Daddy is a trigger warning

Trying a larger/curvy reader for this one but its hardly really mentioned

Solos Phorgur the Reaper prides himself on a few things... being picky about his affections is something he prides himself on as some of his brothers are eager to just rush to give their enlarged hearts to a pretty little mortal or fellow brother. Solos was picky on it... where as many of his brothers would be called corpulent and bursting at the seams with Grandfather's love and gifts to the point it weighed them down. Solos was greedy and picky with it and so he was thin and wiry which made him rather quick compared to them. His mouth could pull apart and reveal his complex internal mouth easy to scrape away at the skin and get into the soft parts of a host. That's how his brothers saw him... he was greedy and hardly gave anything back... its why they teased him how he got so little from Grandfather because he was unwilling to trust him.

His relationship to Grandfather was his own and they could fuck right off! But he could give... he just was picky. Another thing he prided himself was his ability to use his words unlike his Da' who thought it would be better to use fists to get his family to do his bidding. Solos enjoyed returning home and putting him in his place! Outside of combat he used his words.

Oh there was his Lovie. Awww she looked so miserable. His mouth pulled apart for a moment as the parts all rubbed against one another. He wanted what was best for his bird. She was a plump little ball of joy. She couldn't help but be happy and love! She was practically begging for anyone and everyone to take advantage of her kindness, many would argue that surly no one who follows Nurgle would do such to another? Solos knew there were always bad actors everywhere and if he didn't have good intentions toward his Love then he certainly would be one of those people he was on the lookout for.

Solos will admit that he had handled their last conversation before he left on deployment... poorly. He didn't want to deal with her whining and her complaining about being lonely. He was there he didn't understand? He was all she really needed, she could interact with some of his friends... she had a few family around... he didn't like her friends they put stupid thoughts into her head. He was livid to come back to his quarters and see no trace of her... she left a note saying that she was done with him.

Solos had thanked Grandfather for his patience as he was tempted to rip through the ship to find his Lovie and give her a piece of his mind. Though the first problem was to find her.... he decided to play her game and give her space and let her realize how miserable she was without him. He was the bigger man... an astartes sized man in fact. Some of the mortals he trusted were his eyes and ears in finding his bird. She had moved several times and it took them ages to find her.

Solos was distraught at where his bird was hiding. Probably the fact that she hadn't bothered to cover up his mark on her was the only reason she was alive and untouched! But... she wanted space... she wanted her own life... she wanted to make her own mistakes. And Solos was going to let her and let her realize how much she needed him and when she did he was going to accept her back with loving arms. He didn't hate his bird... his Lovie... on the contrary his mates had to keep convincing him to keep going with his plan. He needed his host beloved back.

She was crying on the bench. She was barely keeping everything together and Solos knows if his mark wasn't on her she would have found herself in some unsavory situations. He already had gotten calls to "pick up" his cultist. She tucked herself some place alone so that she wouldn't be told to smile for Grandfather. His mates had done a good job of ruining what meager existence she had without him. Hardly a life really... working all the time verses showering Solos with affection... he missed her sweet coos... the way she was so deliciously soft against his boney growths.

He missed his beautiful plump bird under him when he loved her. Leaving his love bites and love bruises from just loving her a bit too hard or eagerly. But Solos believes no one would blame him given the delicious noises his Lovie made under him or the faces of adoration. He had worked himself up into a frenzy when he found out she was seeing others. How dare she share those moments with someone else?! He had them taken care of first. But... she had already been through so much. He watched her answer her communicator and just burst out into more tears as she pulled the device away from her ear.

He softly purred as his underling messaged him with that the, hopefully, final piece was set. His vox "rang" for a moment before he answered and rasped, "Solos."

A slanneshi like sickness raced down his spine as he heard that crying hiccup and a weak little, "Sol..."

"Hi Lovie." He purred, "Or was that to familiar to answer this vox with." He switched to a colder tone in his voice. His overly pink tongue licked those pale lips of his as he could hear her try to muffle that sob. She wasn't calming down or talking... "Lovie?" He crooned, "Do you want me to come by and talk? Is that what you want?"

"Yes." She whimpered out.

"Where are you baby girl?" He hummed while he waited for her to send him where she was and he pushed concern into his voice, "Lovie what are you doing all the way down there?" He listened to her cry again and blather something incomprehensible. "Shhh Shhh Lovie I'm on my way given me a bit." He let her wait 30 minutes before he walked into the hidden little park.

She had calmed down but when she saw Solos he watched her start crying again. He might be developing a kink or something seeing her cry like this. He looked down at her as she ran over and hugged his leg before he just picked her up and let her wrap her arms around his neck in a tight hug. Solos hummed as he took a deep inhale smelling her sickly sweet scent... how her hives were weeping from how much she had been picking at them... a terrible habit of hers.

She laid out so much to him before Solos just spoke up, "But Lovie... I can easily live off of your love to me. Isn't my love enough? Is it not good enough?" He cocked his head to the side, strands of brown hair fluttered off at the sharp movement as his sickly green eyes looked at his Lovie. One of his eyes had three iris in them as he swept over her form as she just looked sad and guilty.

"I never said or implied it wasn't enough. Just sometimes you suffocate me." She looks away ashamed.

"Yet you were saying how much you missed me... how much you missed the way I loved you. You know no one else can love you as much as I do or like I do. My sweet Lovie." Solos crooned his poison laced words to her watching her lashes flutter and her cheeks darken in a blush. Knowing full well that blush descended down to her chest.

"I didn't... realize that." She wiped one of her eyes with her wrist trying to wipe away threatening tears.

"Mhmm but Daddy's back now." He purred as he went in for the kill to latch onto her supple flesh and not let go.

He watched her blush again and hold out her arms toward him sniffling, "Daddy." She just whimpered to him.

Solos couldn't be mad at his Lovie... his best girl... his ultimate good girl for someone as vile as he was. "Yes Daddy is here. But Lovie can't you see? Grandfather gave you to me to help me feel a bit more love in my life. Daddy needs his Lovie as much as Lovie needs Daddy."

"I'm sorry I left Sol." She blithered once more as he tucked her under his chin and purred.

"Shhh lets go get your stuff from your place and move you back into Daddy's quarters where you belong. Okay?"

"Okay." She sighed happily and once more let Solos handle everything like he was suppose to and he appreciated her being such a good girl when she didn't ask questions like how he knew where she was living without asking her.

[anaburbononburbon]

Watched Nosferatu and I am unwell. I am unclean. I am unworthy. I’m very, very unwell. My thoughts are spinning. It’s changed me.

I need to write something…anything. It might be very Simon coded because isn’t he Count Orlok?? A monster? A beast? A demon desperate for his bride? Dipped in poison, in pain, hungry for something he can never have… oh, come to me. Hear my calls. Please.

[confused-wanderer]

This- but make it Ghost’s internal confession pining for Johnny.

[wolfieisacat]

"he was like a Rottweiler; for some reason people think he's incredibly mean and dangerous and maybe he is but he's really cute"

Characters being compared to dogs always use terriers or pitbulls or something for their metaphors. “They grab on and they don’t let go” “They keep worrying at it until it’s dead” etc.

Anyway, I want to see collies used as metaphors. Albert Payson Terhune style. “He was like an attack dog–making slash-and-run attacks, cutting them up worse every time, never staying in range long enough to get hurt but circling back over and over.”

[elysianightsss]

Delivery guy Simon pulls up in his piece of crap ford car, grabs his bright orange just eat bag from the car, slamming the door shut as he walks up to your house. All black attire and sporting no mask, never does during deliveries after being told by his boss it unnerves people you can’t wear that man.

You’re already there before he rings the doorbell, opening the door and giving him a bright smile. Eyes full of hunger, you stomach growling as you inhale the smell of McDonalds. After a shitty week at work you just wanted some junk food to binge on and there was no way you were cooking.

Simon clears his throat out of his temporary freeze, “Here y’a go love.” His deep gravelly voice has your focus off the food he’s picking up and holding out to you in an instance.

You actually look at him and fuck he’s gorgeous. He’s got a couple scars and his nose is crooked, like it’s been broken one too many times for it to be fixed. 6ft 7 at least, he’s built like a damn ox, there are scars on his arms too. If you could even call the both of them that, they’re just as huge as the rest of him. Graced with veins and stretch marks from where the muscles have grown bigger.

He’s a whole ass meal, forget the McDonalds. You’d happily eat him for dinner, just as the thought crosses your mind your gaze shoots down to the giant bulge in his trousers. Your mouth waters at the sight and you swear you see it pulse behind the fabric.

Simon happily stands there letting you, fuck you gorgeous little thing in a tank top and short shorts, eye fuck him. A smirk growing on his face as he watches your hungry eyes dart all over his body.

“Hungry love?”

You blush so deep at his words, cheeks and ears burning hot as you mumble out, “Starved.”

[hai-nae]

😠.

[tojisun]

curled up thinking about riding simon lazily, but he’s so big and thick, and the stretch is so delicious that it has you whimpering, tears beading in the corner of your eyes until they finally drop in soft sweeps.

simon just laughs, and reaches forward to wipe them away. he croons, “always a cry baby, huh?”

you glare up at him, a retort building on the tip of your tongue, but he ruts up, humping into you, and your quip peters away into a mewl. you curl into yourself at the ravenous pleasure seeping from the base of your spine, as new bouts of tears begin to pour from your stinging eyes, and the sight you make — drunken and weepy — turns simon’s smile into something sharper; into something just a bite mean.

[kechiwrites]

wake up; reader getting fucked from below by neighbour!Simon who keeps your hands pinned behind your back while he bullies the thickness of his cock inside you, just a little too deep. All too happy to let you drool on his shoulder as he drives into you again and again, watching the reflection of your ass bouncing heavy and fast over his lap on the black screen of your television. Scarred and tattooed arms sinking into your sides, anchoring you to him, implacable, insatiable. He was only supposed to pick-up a package mistakenly delivered to your front door, too heavy for you to bring it over yourself. Only supposed to have 'a cuppa, if you have it, pet.' Only supposed to take a kiss, soft, fleeting. Only supposed to 'touch it, over yer clothes, promise.' Only supposed to rub against the outside, slotting his ruddy, leaking tip between the already soaked lips of your pussy. Only supposed to pull out, come against the curve of your ass.

But Ghost can be neighbourly, he can go above and beyond. If it's for you.

[scealaiscoite]

reasons for there to be only one bed ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

¹⁾ they’re undercover as a married couple, and as such need to act like one

²⁾ there’s technically two beds available, but it’s freezing cold and everybody knows body heat works best

³⁾ it’s a camping trip, and one character’s forgotten their sleeping bag

⁴⁾ a character goes to their friend’s house after an emotional upheaval in search of comfort, and ends up staying the night - but refuses to kick the homeowner out of their own bed, resulting in the two of them sharing it

⁵⁾ in a roommate scenario, one character’s bedroom has been rendered unusable - and with the couch being unsustainable in the long run, they proffer sharing the one remaining bed as a solution

⁶⁾ there are two beds, but only one blanket

⁷⁾ a character’s taken ill, and the other party worries too much to leave them alone for even a minute

⁸⁾ in a fit of anger after a mission gone wrong, both characters sleep in the only available bed because no one was chivalrous to offer to take the floor

⁹⁾ a character’s had a nightmare, and needs company to feel safe enough to go back to sleep

¹⁰⁾ the weather takes a tumultuous turn, meaning a late night hangout has to turn into a sleepover when a character gets stranded there for the night

¹¹⁾ it’s a late night at work and when they both grow too tired to continue on, the only option is the lone office couch

¹²⁾ a threat’s been made against one/all character(s) involved, and so under the guise of safety in numbers it’s deemed safest if they stay together - everywhere

¹³⁾ one character joins the other for a late-night conversation, and ends up getting comfortable in their bed next to them - evidently too comfortable, as the char in bed falls asleep on the visitor and effectively traps them there

¹⁴⁾ there’s no bed in the shoddy refuge they’ve found after things went sideways, so when it comes time to sleep the only real choice is to stay close together

and, of course,

¹⁵⁾ it’s the last room available at the hotel after a long trip

[lay-z]

[caffieneaddictt18]

just a little thought: chubby!reader has sex with someone who has feelings for her, and of whom she has feelings for. Afterwards, she goes to get up and get her clothes on. She is sad and whatnot, but no one wants to care for a 'fat girl', and she is beating herself up about sleeping with someone she has feelings for because she knows she can't ever go to another person now. But then he reaches out, asking her why she's leaving.

“I figured you'd want me gone…” Leaving the implied hanging in the air. That she's chubby. People don't like chubby women. “I never want you to leave this bed. I want you to stay here with me so I can satisfy you over and over again. And after every time, I will take care of you. Every. Time.”

She is stunned into silence, and he helps her get undressed again, providing an aftercare that she has never experienced before. showing her that she is worth not just the sex, but also the love and care after.

[temeyes]

tf141 (but they're genderbent)