#simon riley coded

[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…

[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.

[confused-wanderer]

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

[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

[duty-calls-for-booty]

Simon “Ghost” Riley feels like the type of boyfriend to have a rivalry with his girlfriend’s cat.

Those fuckers are fighting over lap real estate, the cat is leaving light colored hair all over his black clothes, pissing in his duffel bag.

Simon’s mean mugging the little bastard behind your back. Always silently pleased when he gets to scruff it and toss it out of the bedroom so you two can have alone time. “Accidentally” locks it in the bathroom at every opportunity.

You are incredibly frustrated by their refusal to get along.

It all comes to a head when you have to go away for a few days. You ask Simon to cat-sit for you, and despite his grumbling and bitching, he agrees to stay at your place while you’re gone.

When you get back, it’s clear that something has gone down. The blinds in the living room have been replaced. One of your potted plants is missing and another is in a new pot. The ceiling fan is sitting at an angle…But Simon is sleeping soundly in the recliner with the cat curled up purring on his chest, so at least it seems like they’ve worked through their differences.

Now you have to deal with your boyfriend hogging your cat.

[temeyes]

biker dad ghost? yes.

[simon--ghost--riley]

Where's. The. Damn. Dog.

[iite-cool]

mdni, (f!reader)

riding simon, leaned back with your hands on his knees, working yourself up and down his fat cock. he reaches out and hooks a finger into his dogtags around your neck, pulling you forward into a kiss. your eyes roll back and you whine so loud into the kiss, clenching and gushing around him, going limp as he plants his feet down and thrusts up, fucking you dummy stupid.

"yeah you like that? like being reminded whose wife you are? can feel you fucking sucking me in fuck, you're mine aren't you?" and when you don't reply cos you're too busy drooling into the crook of his neck, his hips stop.

"si! si- please I'm yours please always have been cmon please!!"

he groans at your begging and fucks up into you harder until your lips part in a silent scream and you clench around him so tight he has to struggle to keep going until he moans deep and loud, filling you up. "my wife… beautiful girl", he breathes into your ear as you're still coming down.

masterlist

[reds-skull]

Not pictured is Price dragging Ghost to medical and having to explain how his lieutenant got burns while making tea.

[ghouljams]

Ghost rides the tube when he gets back from deployment. Just sits in the train car and rides it back and forth for hours. Watches the sun come up, and go down. Watches people get on in the morning, get on in the evening. To and from work. Normal people with normal lives, riding the tube. Sometimes he switches lines and rides out to the far zones, staring out the window to see the city fly past. It's so ordinary. Uninteresting to the people that see it every day. He crosses his arms over his chest and closes his eyes in the safety of the mundane civilian crowds, listening to the conversations around him as he does. Mothers with babies, friends on their way to class, drunks on their way home from the pub. Living people.

He gives his seat to an older woman, feels her grateful smile like poking a bruise. Picks up a dropped toy for a child and doesn't let his eyes linger on the way their parent kisses their head. People he's never going to mean anything to, but they mean something to him. Something that sticks in his throat, and makes him snap at the recruit that asks where he's been all day when he gets back on base.

[tojisun]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1FwW9qSmaP/?igsh=MTg4NzB1ZzBiMmp2Yw==

SIMON CODED 😭

REALLY IS!! goddamn bros so gorgeous hehhehwjsnd

simon putting the plates on the highest shelf of the cupboard just so you can ask him for help. the bonus is seeing the way your body stretches as you go to your tippy toes and something about the clear height (and size) difference between you two does something to him :(

simon always walking into the room and doing that thing where they lean their hand on the top of the door frame. it always, always, makes your mouth run dry and your tongue feel heavy, and simon relishes in the way you stammer at your words.

simon stretching and deliberately grazing the fuckin ceiling with his hand so that you see just how tall he is.

simon slightly hunching his back and tilting his head towards you to hear you better. then he does that quiet (and genuine), “hmm?” when he didn’t catch what you said so you repeat it again, this time your head jutted up towards his ear. it just emphasizes his ridiculous height.

simon being the barrier between you and anyone else in a crowded room, his big hand dwarfing your own as he guides you. he’s always got his body angled towards you just so you can avoid being jostled by others.

my fave? simon still doing all these when you’re also tall. not as tall as him, yes, but you’re not any slouch in the height department too. he does it because he loves pampering you; loves showing off just how easily he can make you his (pillow and spoiled) darlin if you want to. if you let him.

and you do :’>

[thebookbutterfly]

Get ready because it’s time for girl-dad!Simon Riley part 2.

We all know that Simon’s daughter would have him wrapped around her little finger. So, of course he’s going to spoil her with his military salary. She is never unreasonable about it but when she really wants something all she has to do is bat her tiny little eyelashes at him and it’s game over.

She has a wealth of Barbies, sparkly dresses, pink t-shirts with skulls on them and light up sketchers. Her favourite doll (much to your amusement) was a soldier action figure she had begged Simon to buy. “It’s just like you daddy!” She had squealed, little pigtails bouncing as she dragged him to see what she had found. 5 minutes later they had left the store GI Joe in hand, and Simon, with watery eyes (not that he would admit it).

When he is away on deployment it is the one thing she takes everywhere. She had very quickly been unable to fall asleep without it.

When Simon finally gets back he wants to spend as much time with his little girl as possible. You can’t count how many times you had opened the front door to find Simon’s huge frame hunched up on a tiny chair in your daughter’s room. His eyes were always warm and his scarred mouth set in a soft smile as he pretended to take sips of tea from the teensy pink teacup she had handed him. The sight of him there, messy blond hair filled with glittery butterfly clips, while being bossed around by a girl 1/10th his size never failed to be amusing.

And oh boy would his daughter boss him around. When they play dolls Simon is under a strict set of rules. One of which being that if he was going to play Barbies with her then he HAS to use his girl voice. Between his naturally deep timbre and his accent it is a bit of a strangled impression. But he gives it his all every time.

The idea of this big, scarred, war-hardened man being soft and gentle with his daughter has me down HORRENDOUS. I need to lie down—

[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

Hey COD writers, I just want you to know that in some army pants, there are holes at the top of the main pockets for breathability. What I’m trying to say here is that if *someone* stuck their hand inside *someone elses* pocket—as long as that someone else doesn’t have their shirt tucked in super deep—this person could touch the other’s stomach and maybe even their treasure trial.

That’s all, thank you for your time.

[syoddeye]

what's up i slept 3 hours last night so here's Would the 141 understand what “can you check me?” means (+ period headcanons with gn partners)

CW: menstruation

Johnny. Yes. In my world, this man grew up with siblings and received a crash-course education. Chances are, if you've spent enough time together, he knows when you're on your cycle. Stocks up on your favorites every month without saying a word. He's already checking when you're out and about with him without really meaning to. Second nature. Did you need to run out for products? They're already under the sink.

Kyle. Yes. An ex-partner experienced brutal periods and was an anxious wreck. Like Soap, Kyle checks without a second thought if he knows you’re on your period. It helps he’s already naturally attentive: fixing stray hairs, flipping shirt tags, pulling your hood out of jackets, and the like. Not about to let you stress this, too.

Simon. No. He hasn't dated anyone long enough to learn, nor does anyone ask. But he's not an idiot. Connects the dots when you speed-walk ahead or slyly turn your back to him when you stand and ask. The first time, though, he stands there a tick. "Check you for what? Lice?" loudly, as a joke, then crumble when you explain. (Coffee, tea, boba - what's your treat of choice? He's buying and apologizing with a deep-tissue massage.)

Price. This man learned a long time ago in secondary school. Thinks it’s cute there’s a ~universal code~. Can I check you? That’s precious, sweetheart. His eyes are always on you. The type of man to wear over-shirts or carry spare jackets you can tie around your waist if need be. Need a pain reliever? The guy always has them on hand. Also a massage person, and a living heating pad.

[gomzdrawfr]

Ever wonder why the Captain doesn't take off his shoes ever?

based on this tweet:

[forestshadow-wolf]

Soap captured by the enemy and held for ransom.

Ghost laughs "Good luck with that. you'll find that to be a mistake." and then he hangs up.

soap shows back up on base an hour later, with an iced coffee