#simon snow affection

[letraspal]

Happy Birthday Baz Pitch! Never forget you were brought to this world with love.

(Also, happy birthday to the one and only @rainbowrowell)

[bunny-jpeg]

bunny heat

simon "ghost" riley

tags: smut/pwp, hybrid au, bunny!simon, wolf!reader, size difference/kink, breeding kink, mating press, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy & babies

a/n: i am rekindling my affection for call of duty fan fiction by making self indulgent nonsense - enjoy

the common assumption was that bunny hybrids were small and fragile. with blunt teeth and long bunny ears. they were meant to be dressed up and adored. they were sweet little things, harmless. prey.

the other assumption was that wolf hybrids were large and imposing. if folklore were correct, they were near feral with large teeth and pointed ears. the possessed great physical power and could overtake anything that got in their way. predator.

your wolf-like ears twitched as you tried to grab the box of cereal off the shelf. you tried to get up on your tippy toes to reach the top shelf. but to no avail you could get it. you huffed with your hands at your hips and turned to your mate, almost a foot taller that you. you said sweetly, "bun-bun, can you get that for me?"

the imposing blond with the rabbit ears and medical mask on, turned away from the other shelf to help you. one large hand on your hip while he easily plucked the box from the shelf and handed it to you, "glad ya didn't scale the shelves like last time." and he reached to you to rub the top of your head lovingly.

common assumption were rarely right.

your eye glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. you finished buttering the toast and then slid the two fried eggs on the plate. already on it was some vegetarian bacon and sausage. with everything on the plate, you headed towards the attic to find simon.

the worst part about spring wasn't snow that melted to slush or the allergies. it was simon's breeding season. poor guy, while he was in the military he was given shots to keep it at bay. but once he retired it felt like it hit two-fold after years of suppression.

"simon." you cooed as you went up the stairs. the smell was overwhelming when you got into the attic. it smelt like heavy bonfire except without all the smoke. regardless you still squinted as if there was smoke in your eyes. you brought the food to him and found him laid out in his nest.

he was in a white tank top and loose boxers. his blond hair a mess and he was sweaty, but at the very least, his breathing was heavy. poor thing had a one track mind right now. to fuck.

and while for more bunny hybrids that meant accepting whatever cock they could get. simon wanted to fill someone up with his hot cum and let his bunnies grow inside another hybrid. you got down to your lover's nest and gave him the plate.

"eat, my love. c'mon, you need the energy." you cooed as you cupped his sweaty face. you watched simon sit up against the pile of pillows. you cooed at him softly as he ate a little bit.

except he used very little of the fork and knife you gave him. using his hands and licking his hands free of butter, grease and egg yolks. you kissed his face softly as your feverish simon ate greedily.

"amazin'." he purred, "taste good. my good made." he loudly ate and leaned in for a messy kiss that got breakfast on your face before he went back to eating. he said, "get your clothes off, need the proper scent in the nest."

you slowly got undressed while he finished eating. he licked his fingers before he got he strong arm around you. his cottontail wiggled as he rubbed himself up against you. he stuck his nose in your hair and heavily exhaled.

"feel good." he said. simon was probably the largest bunny hybrid you've ever seen. man stood close to 6'5, he was a military man covered in scars and tattoos. he was scary even with those perked blond bunny ears and white cottontail. he leaned in and gave you a sloppy kiss.

his tongue was quickly in your mouth and you moaned. you clutched onto him and he groaned as you sharp nails dug into his shoulders. when he pulled away his tongue was out, panting. his cock strained his sweaty boxers and he needed you. he needed that release.

you were naked. known as a predator animal, you were under him without a single stitch on you. all curves for him. he got his hard cock out of his briefs and there was a feral look in his eye. you swallowed and said, "simon."

he gave you a wide grin, "like what ya see, my little wolf? i bet you were thinkin' about while you were cookin' for me." he licked his lips, even bunnies desired flesh, "could smell ya under all that cookin'. kept strokin' myself, knowin' you were playin' wife for me."

you swallowed and shifted a little, "fuck, simon... take me." and your eyes went wide when simon used his strength to hike your knees to your ears and expose your pussy to him. he sank into you quickly and you let out a small gasp as you became accustomed to his length.

he probably had the biggest cock you've ever seen.

he planted his hands on either side of your head and moved against you. his cock nudged against all the right places. it wasn't even like he was going particularly fast. he may be a fast little rabbit, but he wanted to consume you. he wanted to feel all of you, every inch of you.

you were his mate, bonded till the end. your souls were intertwined together if you wanted to understand it in a metaphysical way. the wolf and the bunny, except the bunny was the scary one and the wolf was the more harmless one. you weren't a push over, but you weren't the imposing one in the relationship. not that you minded, you enjoyed how protective simon could be.

he laid wet kisses on you as you laid in his nest. his protected space with all the items a bunny hybrid like him could need. that included his mate. he fucked you into the covers, the soft quilts and even the throw pillows from the couch. it was a safe place for him to have you all to himself. and you happily let have you, all of you.

you wrapped your arms around him and the two of you moved together. there was something so tender between the two of you, even if there was an under current of intense sexual want. a neediness that your simon had for you as he rutted against you. he was only thinking with his cock, but he still had enough restraint to not harm you.

he'd never harm you.

"gonna breed ya. gonna give you some bunnies to take care of." he purred, "ya'd love that, wouldn't ya, love. carryin' my little bunnies around in your perfect womb." he licked his lips. he felt more predator than his animal traits led on. he was hungry the way a wolf was, not a rabbit.

"wanna give me babies?"

"ya, all of 'em. keep ya locked away all of my heat so i can ruin that pussy of yours and give ya a bunch of bunnies to be a good mama too. maybe we'll end up with a few wolf pups, but i wanna see ya haulin' around my babes like a good den mother." his thrusts grew in strength. his words were coated in a heavy lust.

"fuck." you exhaled deeply. his words were erotic.

"you feel amazing, my mate." he purred, "you feel so good around me. this fucking pussy is amazing, only thing i want during this time. how could i not want you? you're my mate, we're bonded and i love you more than words can describe. ya know that, right, my little wolf." he continued to move against you. he could feel the pleasure in his body, he could feel the leap of want in his core.

"please, simon. holy fuck." you shakily exhaled as you held onto his strong shoulders tighter. your loving bunny mate, he looked lovely on top. those dark features that scared most, but lured you in. he was by every definition the worst bunny hybrid, but you loved it. everything from the resting scowl on his face, to the scarring, to those soft bunny ears and how he could easily wrap you up in his arms.

he was the ideal partner for you.

you kissed once more. your knees knocked against your cheeks as he pressed further into you. the kisses were hungry as you knew you both weren't going to last much longer. the pleasure left you out of breath and a slight fuzziness in your head. you held on tightly for support as he worked your body against his. he wanted to make love to you, he yearned for you deeply. there was something so carnal about your love making that it left a flutter of lust in your gut as your mate fucked you.

"all mine." he purred as he held onto the covers a little tightly. he pressed himself as far as he could go, he wanted to make sure you felt every inch of his hefty cock. you whined in response.

you two shared one more heated kiss, you whined your love for him against his lips as he continued to thrust. a few more heavy thrusts and he finished inside of you. he shoved his entire length into you and made sure that his cum hit right against your cervix. it would be the only thing that would sate the sexual desire in his body. to breed his loving mate.

you exhaled shakily as he came inside of you. you panted heavily and felt the euphoria through you as he continued to thrust inside of you. he continued his movements. he wanted to make you feel good to as his still hard cock pushed his cum as deep as it would go. but he couldn't help himself, he came a second time very quickly. only to slip his cum all the way to the back of your pussy.

he felt lucid and now worked solely on hormones. you whined and your eyes fluttered as you felt the wanted in your heated core. you whined as you felt the stimulation in your body from your mate push you over the sexual edge. you let out such a beautiful moan and came around his cock.

"good, good." he mused, "fuck, that's it, my little wolf." he said, the edge had been taken off and he could relax. he pulled out and flopped down next to you on the mattress. you reeked of his aroused scent and before you could drop your legs down to the bed. he had you curled up in his arms.

his lips on your neck as he said sweet nothings to you. promises of pups and bunnies and being forever mates.

-

you didn't have your heat that spring, all it took was a weekend of simon's cycle to impregnate you. now it was summer and you were cuddled up with your much larger mate. his hand on your swollen middle as you got comfortable next to him.

you were carrying two babies; two pups, two bunnies, who knew. wouldn't know until they were born by fall. your swell was impressive and your dear simon loved it.

it wasn't common for a wolf to be impregnated by a bunny, but you had to admit. the pregnancy looked better on you anyway, and simon would agree as he contorted himself to kiss your swollen middle.

[pricegotmedickmatized]

i cannot believe i haven't written more for gaz yet (i have, it's just in drafts until the actual porn is done) but he should definitely be the next for hybrid!141, so here, have some wolf!gaz and bunny!reader

wolf!gaz who's the most desirable operator price has ever seen in his whole fucking military career. he's smart and stealthy, strong and intuitive, and he's got a gut deep pack instinct that makes him adaptive to any team, within the span of a day he can ingratiate himself in a group and be ready to kill or die for them

wolf!gaz who has simon's intelligence, soap's speed, and price's bravery. he's the cornerstone of the team, balancing them all out when soap's running circles around them and simon's on edge and ready to snap it's gaz who can distract soap long enough for the captain and simon to get some fucking peace. it's gaz who bridges the gaps between the two more solitary hybrids and himself and soap, who can give soap someone to curl up with, who can invoke price's parental instincts to see them as his cubs, who can worm his way into simon's affections by bringing him food he's hunted for the pack

wolf!gaz who's selfless to an absurd degree, to the degree that the rest of the team has started to feel upset by it. he hunts but never for himself, always for them. he plays but it's always soap's (or on rare occasions simon's) games, or puzzles with price. he follows orders, he serves the pack, he loves the pack. he does everything he does for them, and they love him for it, they do. but they want him to have something just for himself. to be able to be selfish with, just once

wolf!gaz who gets separated from the team on a mission and has to hide out in hostile territory. he's looking for a place to hide out until he can get to the rendezvous point, someplace to rest for the night when he stumbles upon the little hidden door, tucked almost seamlessly in an alley. he forces his way inside and finds her: a soft little bunny with her snow white ears twitching at him, dark eyes blinking slowly, nose trembling, hunkered back in the corner like she's trying to get as far from him as possible, but still looking at him like she's as fascinated as he is

wolf!gaz who, despite his self control, despite his selflessness, despite his intelligence and kindness and sweetness is still a fucking predator, and if you put a pretty little bunny in front of a wolf he's going to do what wolves were meant to do. devour. he sweet talks her out of the corner with soft yips and beckoning growls while his blood burns beneath his skin, faking a kind, easy smile to hide the fangs that itch in his jaw. he talks her in close, those wide dark eyes on him as he rubs those soft ears and tells her how cute her little tail is. he just needs a place to stay tonight, bunny, a sweet thing like you will let him, won't you? he won't be much of an imposition, he promises, pretty rabbit

wolf!gaz who gets her pinned belly down on the floor, still talking sweet in her ear as he fucks her on his cock, right up against the growing knot, teasing her with it, promising he'll give that sweet little cunt what she's crying for, just be patient, he's gotta work her open, bunny, you're really too tight for this, but good girl that you are you're gonna take it, aren't you? making him feel so fucking good, bunny, so soft and pretty all for him to get some fucking relief after the day he's had, what a perfect treat for him to find all alone in your warren. and fuck, bunny, you better be careful, cumming like that when he's got his teeth in your neck, knot finally popping inside so he can fill you with hot cum. he may just decide you're too perfect to leave behind.

he's been so selfless...maybe the others are right. maybe he should have something just for himself. like a pretty bunny who cums untouched on his knot like a good mate should.

[niibaataa]

Some Indigenous Poets to Read

Disclaimer: Some of these poems deal with pregnancy, colonialism, substance abuse, murder, death, and historical wrongs. Exercise caution.

Tacey M. Atsitty [Diné] : Anasazi, Lady Birds' Evening Meetings, Things to Do With a Monster.

Billy-Ray Belcourt [Cree] : NDN Homopoetics, If Our Bodies Could Rust, We Would Be Falling Apart, Love is a Moontime Teaching.

CooXooEii Black [Arapaho] : On Mindfulness, Some Notes on Vision, With Scraps We Made Sacred Food.

Trevino L. Brings Plenty [Lakota] : Unpack Poetic, Will, Massacre Song Foundation.

Julian Talamantez Brolaski [Apache] : Nobaude, murder on the gowanus, What To Say Upon Being Asked To Be Friends.

Gladys Cardiff [Cherokee] : Combing, Prayer to Fix The Affections, To Frighten a Storm.

Freddy Chicangana [Yanacuna] : Of Rivers, Footprints, We Still Have Life on This Earth.

Laura Da' [Shawnee] : Bead Workers, The Meadow Views: Sword and Symbolic History, A Mighty Pulverizing Machine.

Natalie Diaz [Mojave] : It Was The Animals, My Brother My Wound, The Facts of Art.

Heid E. Erdrich [Anishinaabe] : De'an, Elemental Conception, Ghost Prisoner.

Jennifer Elise Foerster [Mvskoke] : From "Coosa", Leaving Tulsa, The Other Side.

Eric Gansworth [Onondaga] : Bee, Eel, A Half-Life of Cardio-Pulmonary Function.

Joy Harjo [Muscogee] : An American Sunrise, Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings, A Map to The Next World.

Gordon Henry Jr. [Anishinaabe] : How Soon, On the Verve of Verbs, It Was Snowing on The Monuments.

Sy Hoahwah [Comanche/Arapaho] : Colors of The Comanche Nation Flag, Definitive Bright Morning, Typhoni.

LeAnne Howe [Choctaw] : A Duck's Tune, 1918, Iva Describes Her Deathbed.

Hugo Jamioy [Kamentsá] : PUNCTUAL, If You Don't Eat Anything, The Story of My People.

Layli Long Soldier [Lakota] : 38, WHEREAS, Obligations 2.

Janet McAdams [Muscogee] : Flood, The Hands of The Taino, Hunters, Gatherers.

Brandy Nālani McDougall [Kānaka Maoli] : He Mele Aloha no ka Niu, On Finding my Father's First Essay, The Island on Which I Love You.

dg nanouk okpik [Inupiaq-Inuit] : Cell Block on Chena River, Found, If Oil Is Drilled In Bristol Bay.

Simon J. Ortiz [Acoma Pueblo] : Becoming Human, Blind Curse, Busted Boy.

Sara Marie Ortiz [Acoma Pueblo] : Iyáani (Spirit, Breath, Life), Language (part of a compilation), Rush.

Alan Pelaez Lopez [Zapotec] : the afterlife of illegality, A Daily Prayer, Zapotec Crossers.

Tommy Pico [Kumeyaay] : From "Feed", from Junk, You Can't be an NDN Person in Today's World.

Craig Santos Perez [Chamorro] : (First Trimester), from Lisiensan Ga'lago, from "understory".

Cedar Sigo [Suquamish] : Cold Valley, Expensive Magic, Secrets of The Inner Mind.

M. L. Smoker [Assiniboine/Sioux] : Crosscurrent, Heart Butte, Montana, Another Attempt at Rescue.

Laura Tohe [Diné] : For Kathryn, Female Rain, Returning.

Gwen Nell Westerman [Cherokee/Dakota] : Dakota Homecoming, Covalent Bonds, Undivided Interest.

Karenne Wood [Monacan] : Apologies, Abracadabra, an Abecedarian, Chief Totopotamoi, 1654.

Lightning Round! Writers with poetry available on their sites:

Shonda Buchanan [Coharie, Cherokee, Choctaw].

Leonel Lienlaf [Mapuche].

Asani Charles [Choctaw/Chickasaw].

[bigboy-lovers-unite-writes]

Where/how I feel like they would take you out on a first date!!!

Connor; he did alot of research on your favorite things and what humans usually liked to do, especially on a first date. He figured it would be nice to just talk with you and bring you out to a park for a walk, maybe sit down and hold hands or something. He's definitely very vanilla when it comes to dates, but he's still trying!!

Markus; definitely takes you to somewhere fun. Wether that be an arcade, a carnival or fair, he just wants the both of you to have fun together. He likes seeing you happy, plus he would like to try stuff like games and fun things with you <3

Kara; would probably prefer to stay somewhere safer like inside, but you could convince her to go out if you really tried. She just wants the both of you to be okay and safe. Would make some food for you and watch TV and cuddle sm 😭

Simon; sweet boy oml. Would do probably anything for you, would stay inside, take you out, buy you stuff, anything!! Being a domestic model for kids, he probably knows how to cook decently too. Asks for a hug and maybe a kiss after the date 🤭

Gavin; Prick, but he does semi care. Might take you out to get a burger or a coffee if he's feeling generous, but would actually care about what you want. Would share his food or drink with you, it's like a love language for him at this point. Basically demands you two hold hands or lock arms

Hank; he thinks he's too old for dating anymore, so he would let you pick and drag him around to a store or around town. Like gavin, would definitely appreciate it if you two stopper and got some lunch while out. Giving Sumo a bath is like a date for you two, he really needs help washing the big dog 😭

North; she might act like she doesn't care, she kinda does. She wants to do what she mostly wants to do, but also takes your thoughts into consideration. You two will probably cause some trouble around town or mess with some of the other androids in Jericho or town. She loves getting closer to someone while having fun <3

Ralph; LET HIM DO IT FOR YOU 😭 he will be so sad if you try to plan against his plans. If he's going out with you, you already have him trusting you alot. Will accidentally rant about plants the entire time since he feels like he can share it to you. Definitely wants to garden with you, and will try to cook (he really does try his best)

Elijah; he's rich, he's gonna treat you like royalty (probably). Honestly I think he knows how to cook, but be might make one of his other androids cook something for the two of you. Would probably build an android just for you as a sign of affection or some shi 😭 let's you run his credit card up

Daniel; he really, really cares about everything. If it's an at home date, he will clean the entire place and made it look amazing and set up a little area for a date. Probably wants to build a pillow fort. If you two go out, he will be a little anxious and holding his hand makes him feel alot better <3

Nines; honestly probably doesn't like dates too much, will complain the entire time but does go with you if you go out, wants to make sure you're not being stupid. Will want to have a long conversation about anything, and will more than likely want to be next to you no matter what during/after the date wherever yall went

Luther; huge sweetheart fr 😭 would love to stay home and cuddle or just take care of anything you need. He loves to make sure you're alright. He will probably go out to a small quiet area with you and just sit in silence and hold hands, maybe say he loves you

Jerry/s; obviously gonna take you to an amusement park, maybe their own amusement park since they miss having visitors 😔 they're always cheery and happy so they would love to do anything, play in the snow, play games, talk, anything!

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Poly!141 x Reader

Warnings:Fluff

Authors Note:I hope you enjoy!

Word Count:1.1k

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

Christmas Eve

The snow had started falling early that morning, blanketing the world outside in pristine white. You’d spent the entire day buzzing around the house, determined to make everything perfect. A large tree stood proudly in the corner of the living room, its branches dripping with ornaments and twinkling lights. Pine-scented candles flickered on the mantle, where red stockings hung with each of their names stitched into the fabric—“Captain Price,” “Soap,” “Gaz,” and “Ghost.”

The kitchen smelled divine—gingerbread cookies cooling on a rack, a roast in the oven, and a pot of mulled wine simmering on the stove. You wiped your hands on your apron, glancing at the clock.

They’d be here any minute.

You didn’t know how you’d managed to convince Price to keep this a surprise from the others. But the idea of all four of them walking through the door together, with no worries about missions or danger, warmed you to your core.

The sound of tires crunching on snow pulled you from your thoughts. You peeked out the window and smiled at the sight of their car pulling into the driveway.

The front door opened with a gust of cold air, boots stomping as four familiar figures trudged inside. Price, of course, was first—his ever-present hat slightly askew, snow clinging to his coat. His sharp eyes softened as they landed on you.

“Look at this,” he murmured, taking in the festive decorations. “Feels like I’ve stepped into bloody Christmas card.”

“Leave your boots by the door,” you instructed, barely suppressing a grin.

Soap barreled in next, shaking snow from his hair like an overgrown dog. “Lass! What’s all this, then?” he asked, gesturing to the garlands draped along the banister.

Gaz followed close behind, holding a bag full of gifts. “I told her she’d go all out,” he said, his warm brown eyes crinkling with amusement.

“Looks cozy,” Ghost muttered, his deep voice rumbling as he stepped inside last. His black mask stood out against the soft colors of the room, but his eyes lingered on the decorations with quiet appreciation.

You wrapped your arms around Price first, letting the warmth of his embrace seep into you. “Welcome home,” you said softly.

One by one, you hugged them all—Soap lifting you off your feet with a laugh, Gaz squeezing you tightly, and Ghost standing still as you slipped your arms around his waist. He didn’t hug back, but his gloved hand brushed against your shoulder in an almost imperceptible gesture of affection.

“You’ve outdone yourself,” Price said, his gaze sweeping over the cozy scene.

“It’s been a long year,” you replied. “You all deserve a real Christmas.”

That Evening

After dinner, the boys gravitated toward the living room. Soap plopped onto the floor, his ridiculous light-up sweater blinking obnoxiously. “Right, who’s ready to lose to me at cards?”

“Dream on,” Gaz shot back, shuffling the deck.

Price leaned back on the couch, sipping mulled wine with a rare smile. Ghost sat at the edge of the fireplace, carefully inspecting the stockings you’d hung. You joined him, holding up a small snowflake ornament.

“Help me hang this?” you asked.

His eyes flicked to yours. “You want me to decorate?”

“I want you to help,” you said, nudging him lightly.

With a faint sigh, he took the ornament, his large hands almost comically careful as he hooked it onto the tree.

“Front and center,” you instructed. “It’s my favorite.”

He stepped back, tilting his head slightly. “Looks good.”

“Thanks, Simon.”

The moment was interrupted by Soap waving a sprig of mistletoe above his head. “Oi! What’s this? Mistletoe?”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could say anything, Gaz snagged it from him.

“If anyone’s getting kisses, it’s us,” he teased, holding it over you instead.

“You’re all ridiculous,” you muttered, but you indulged them. You pressed a quick kiss to Gaz’s cheek, ruffled Soap’s hair, and gave Price a fond peck on the forehead. When you reached Ghost, you hesitated.

He didn’t move as you leaned up, brushing your lips against the edge of his mask. His eyes softened, and you swore you saw the hint of a smile beneath the fabric.

Christmas Morning

The next morning, you woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of muffled voices. Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you wandered into the living room to find the boys sitting around the tree.

“Morning,” Price greeted, his voice low and warm. He patted the space next to him on the couch, and you snuggled in beside him.

“What are you doing up so early?” you asked, stifling a yawn.

Soap held up a small wrapped box. “We wanted to give you this.”

You blinked. “For me?”

“Open it,” Gaz urged, practically bouncing with excitement.

Inside the box was a delicate silver necklace, the charm shaped like a snowflake. You traced the smooth edges with your fingers, your heart swelling.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“It’s from all of us,” Ghost said, his voice unusually soft. “Something to remind you… that you’re the glue that holds us together.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you looked around at them—Price’s steady warmth, Soap’s boyish grin, Gaz’s twinkling eyes, and Ghost’s quiet presence.

“I don’t know what to say,” you admitted.

Price leaned closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Just say you’ll stick around.”

“Always,” you promised.

As the snow continued to fall outside, the five of you sat together by the fire, sharing stories and laughter. For the first time in a long time, the world felt safe, warm, and full of love.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[hidingwhere]

Hybrid Task Force 141 x Human Reader AU

Hybrid AU where 99% of the world are hybrids and the only remaining humans are either hiding away or being taken by those of power for experimental use. After all, humans are such strange, complex creatures to hybrids.

The Task Force 141 are on a mission in an unknown country, cold and frost lingering against their bones and leaving them with a constant chill. All four of the men were wolf hybrids, hence why they were a task force. They stuck together through thick and thin and battlefields of violence.

However, one day, when stalking through the woods with guns strapped over their backs and heavy clothing to keep them warm, they stumbled upon a little creature. Kyle, who spotted you first, thought you were a little cat, maybe a snow fox suited for the weather… until he saw your pale face and human ears. Human ears. That fact itself almost stopped him in his tracks.

What was a human doing in an awful snow storm like this? He approached slowly, crouching down before pulling you forward and taking a long sniff of the air. A human, confirmed. He called the others over urgently, grabbing at the thin material of your jumper and jeans and watching your scared little expression become even more petrified when seeing three men appear from behind the first.

“Bloody hell,” Johnny mutters. “What the hell is a human doing ‘ere?”

“They’ll die out here if we don’t get them somewhere warm,” Price adds on gruffly, his wolf-like ears pushed back unhappily at the weather.

“They’re scared,” Simon points out. “Gotta hope they ain’t a fighter otherwise they’ll be giving themselves a death wish staying out here.”

Kyle turned to look back at you again, your body reeking of anxiety and nerves as he didn’t let go of your jumper. “Darling, you’ve gotta come with us, alright? We’ll keep you safe.”

No reply. Not a single word. He purses his lips before quickly making a decision and hauling the child up into his arms. “Come on, we need to get back to the cabin.”

You’re surprisingly compliant as they walk back to their temporary place, not struggling or trying to run away. They wonder if the cold has affected you so badly that you have no energy to try and fight back, or you don’t realise what’s actually happening. Kyle sits you down by the log burner in the living room upon the old carpet. The fire sparks and produces masses of heat that slowly wafts over to you as John wraps a blanket around you.

Your head falls back in exhaustion but John stops it and pushes it forward again, watching your slow blinks and disorientated movement.

“Can’t believe there was a child out there,” Johnny voices suddenly makes an appearance as he walks from the kitchen. He hands John a freshly made hot water bottle who then proceeds to place it on your small feet.

“When’s the last time you saw a human, eh?” He asks John, crouching down beside you.

“Years back.”

They soon set up a little make-shift bed on the floor besides the warm fire and let you rest. When you wake up, the fire is slowly settling down and emitting less heat. That is however until Johnny chucks another wooden log on the burner. It crackles wildly as you sit up, blinking and looking around. You feel a thick blanket beneath you that still doesn’t cover the feeling of the hard wooden floor.

“You alright, kid?”

You stare, perplexed, at the man in front of you. He’s human except for the… wolf ears. They flicker every few seconds, twitching.

“You feeling warm?”

No reply.

“Still in a little bit of shock?”

No reply.

Suddenly, Simon walked into the room, the bottom part of his balaclava pulled up as he sipped on his tea.

“‘M fucking freezing,” he says as he passes Kyle. You watch the little interaction, the massive masked man so casually drinking tea with a mug in his hand. You slowly look to Johnny.

“That’s Simon, he’s not as scary as he looks, I swear. The one that just walked past is Kyle, the one with the beard is John and I’m Johnny.” He smiled at you.

“Where am I?” You ask quietly. “I was in the woods… woke up here.”

“Ah, well, we were on a little mission and saw you wondering about. Didn’t wanna let you freeze out there so… brought you to our temporary cabin.”

“But you’re… a wolf.” There’s a few seconds of silence as you stare up at the man. “Don’t you live in caves?”

He barks out a laugh at your statement, finding it amusing. You seemed like someone to have little to no knowledge about hybrids. “Nah, we live in normal homes.”

“And you’re all wolves?”

“Mhm.”

[kruegerspillow]

lovelorn ; simon ghost riley

Creators note: we hate drunk blokes who roam round the city like they're homeless! Woo!!

Warnings: angst w/o comfort, swearing, mentions of alcohol, mutual pining, mentions of sexual assault (not from simon), not proofread :(

Word count: 1.1k

Simon swore he was capable of love.

He was a bit rough around the edges, he knows that, but he truly is capable of being a lover. He's a human being capable of affection and warmth—

But, those were merely words of reassurance that he memorized like a prayer. Did he believe in them? No, not really.

He had never held his lover like a lifeline, nor has he devoted his soul to a person. His emotions are always bottled up—becoming a ticking bomb—ready to blow up at any moment. One mistake could lead to an explosion. He stayed like this until… you.

You with your cheeky antics, you with your capable demeanor, you with your soft-spoken banters. It flipped a switch inside him that he never knew even existed. He no longer felt like a machine, and, for once, he felt... alive.

But he'll never admit that, for the sake of the carefully constructed walls he had spent his whole life building. Admitting it would mean peeling back layers of himself he’d rather keep hidden, exposing the soft, vulnerable parts he’s always been too afraid to face. Simon was no stranger to risks, but this risk is the only one he'd never take.

And so, he pushes you away.

Not willingly, of course, never. He feared that his touch on your skin will forever taint them, causing your skin to be just as corrupted as him. He didn't want to ruin you, so he built an even bigger wall between the both of you.

But, to you? You'll never understand why he views himself in that way. You've never despised the scars that are now a part of his body. You've never seen him as an outcast, no matter how rotten he is beneath his flesh. He is just Simon Riley to you.

The thought of losing you scares him. After what happened to Johnny, he's unsure if he could bear attending another funeral. A funeral of someone he'd once loved. You. He never expected someone as kind as you to act heedful towards him. Though, at the same time, he is in awe. He yearns for your presence, for the banters and for the feeling of your love.

But it wasn't entirely possible, and it hurt him more than any physical pain he'd been through. With his absence, he's afraid that it'll hurt you more than him. It slowly kills him whenever the thought flashes across his mind, knowing that he might never be yours truly. For now, all he could do is shut himself down and hide behind the mask of his— like a small, fragile coward.

Simon walked through the city, his hood was thrown over his head while his hands were shoved into the pockets of his jacket. A small shiver ran down his spine as the soft snow covered him. His gaze shifted from one spot to another, taking in the flashing lights that nearly blinded him.

He passed by some drunken men, throwing up and laughing like a lunatic while Simon's nose scrunched up at the nasty stench that hit his nostrils. Though, his movements halted.

His eyes catched on a familiar figure, sitting down on a bench with a cigarette between their fingers. It was you.

His eyes widened, noticing a random bloke that had just eyed you like a predator hunting its prey. He tensed up, watching the man as he reached out to touch you while you shifted in your seat, trying to avoid the queer man.

Simon's jaw clenched before he quickly made his way towards the both of you, his fingers twitching before he grabbed on the man's collar. Fuck, he was ready to risk his job for this.

“What the fuck do you think you're doin’?” The man yelped, squeezing Simon's forearm.

“The fuck do you think you're doin’, eh? Touchin’ someone like tha’ when they're clearly not fuckin’ interested in ya," Simon retorted, the tone in his voice could cut through ones skin.

The man quickly realized his mistake, his lips pressing into a thin line before he mumbled a quick apology. Simon paused, glancing between you and the man, just to notice the distressed look on your face. His eyes softened, feeling the anxiety arousing in your body. His hands retreated from the pitiful bloke. As the man ran away, regretting all of his life choices, Simon immediately grabbed onto your shoulders.

“Bloody ‘ell, are ya alright?” He murmured, the anger in his voice dissipating.

You gave him a quick though not really convincing nod, feeling his hands relaxing against your shoulder. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in the slight twitches that were a clear indication of discomfort.

“Yeah—yeah, I'm good.” You say, sounding like you were trying to convince yourself instead.

For a second, he didn't believe you, wanting to ask you the question again. But for the sake of trying to clear the tension up in the air, he shifted the topic.

“Christ, what're ya doin’ out ‘ere? It's far too late or ya to be wanderin’ around.” Simon scolded softly. “It's not safe.”

The cigarette in between your fingers had been long forgotten. Just as the fire crackled—you ended it, dropping the fag onto the ground and stomping over it. The sound of a honk appear our of thin air, causing Simon to drop his grip on your shoulder and shift his gaze to the source.

“I know—I was just on a night out with someone. He left the place earlier and didn't let me know, so I had to get a cab on my own.” You explained.

Simon's heart dropped into his stomach, a despised feeling awakening inside of his body. For a moment, he was out of words—who could you possibly be out with this late? Was he a close friend? Does Simon know who this bloke is?

A million questions ran through his head, but the sound of your voice snapped him out of his trance.

“My driver's here, I'll get going now.” You murmured, turning your back on him before walking towards the car that had stopped for you. Just as you were about to close the door, you paused before giving him an appreciative smile.

“Oh, and, thank you, Simon.”

Despite the warmth from your words, something felt oddly... weird.

You'd never been this cold to him. Did you realize how he'd looked at you with such longing in his eyes? Or did he do something wrong for you to give him the cold shoulder? Where was the jokes that he'd been hoping for?

But he couldn't answer those questions. Not when the love of his life's meeting another man—not when the love of his life's taking a taxi instead of a ride home with him. It helped him come to a realization—

Maybe he wasn't so capable of loving.

And perhaps, he never will be.

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[girl-lostconnection]

Thinking about deity snippets again.

Simon as Father Winter, who brings snow and howls with northern winds, accent thick and voice rough — crunch of gravel under his heavy boots, cracking of snow under pressure.

The entirety of him is big and heavy — vast expanse of his body covered in furs, leather of his gloves creaking when Simon flexes his fingers.

Simon who comes back every year, brings you blizzards and ice, brings you snowflakes and heavy coats of snow, brings you cold and new weight on your shoulders.

His coat always too heavy on you, his kisses — ice-scalding, sending shivers down your spine, tearing whimpers out of you when he presses them to soft warm flesh of your neck.

“Are you cold, luv?”, he breathes out, corner of his lips twitching when you huff air out and shake your head, beat of the pulse on your neck driving him a little insane.

Jaws of winter are merciless ever hungry things.

Aching to break your skin, aching to drink their full share of your blood, swallowing until he bleeds you dry. Until he’s warm too.

Jaws of Simon are not any better.

He holds you like you are made of ice, like a wrong push would send you shattering all over the place, leaving him with nothing but shards.

Simon murmurs “missed ya, lovie. Had a nice summer?” and hoists you up, peppering cool kisses all over your face.

Pretty pretty bird, all pumping veins and throbbing heart and warmth that he lacks.

Simon comes back every year like a clockwork, grumbling when he sees your tan.

Sun-kissed skin of yours beckoning him closer.

There is wicked mean part of him that wants to ice you out and push under his ice, because it’s not fair that Ghost can see how much you enjoyed the summer.

How happy you were with him away and a different deity by your side.

Warming you up — making you nice and pliant, melting you from within, until you are soft and mouldable, smelling like sunscreen and joy.

Simon doesn’t like that he is not getting the salt of your sweat, that he doesn’t get to leave bright pinks of sun’s kisses that would peel away later, leaving lighter marks.

Telltale signs of how loved you are by someone who is not Simon.

By someone who isn’t winter.

At times Ghost almost envies big Perchta with his whimsical holiday spouse, because König doesn’t have to share.

Frankly, Simon isn’t even sure that old and mean as primordial sin König even knows the concept of “sharing”.

Any fool that would be brave enough to find his spouse alluring would suffer immediate repercussions.

Simon unfortunately cannot afford the same liberties.

Simon has no claim over you and he can’t stake one unless you agree to leave heat of summer and greens of spring behind.

Blizzard howls around him, presses down its cold biting walls on the glass of your windows, yawns its icy jaws at you, threatening to swallow whole.

But Simon closes the doors behind himself and storm dies down, his coat falling on the floor with dull thump.

Everything else…everything else can wait.

He pulls the sleeves of dark woollen sweater to his elbows, shimmer of frost dancing over the thin blond hairs of Simon’s forearms and you yelp when he traitorously slides his arms under your shirt.

“Are you cold, luv?”, Simon breathes out like it means something, like there is a wrong answer, but he comes every winter and asks the same questions.

You never get them wrong.

Your lips on his face — molten heat that thaws Simon’s ice — freshet of his affection trickling out in the softening waterline of his, in the warm look in his eyes, in the way his kisses no longer sting.

“Are you hot, love?”, you can’t help but tease him back, press of your lips behind his ear sending shivers down Simon’s spine, melting down the freezing spikes of his jealousy.

Simon comes every year as roaring storms and trickles down to silent snowfalls, wrapping himself around you and letting you nuzzle deeper into him — your tongue on his throat leaving him dazed.

“No”, he breathes out, game between you two as old as it gets, game never changing, even though he hopes that one day you will slip up and he will have a reason to steal you away.

But not today. Today you win again. Today you get to keep them all.

You smile and breathe out in his jaw “would you like to be?”, fingers of yours already tugging his scratchy sweater off and there is a small pause between his breathes.

Tiny one.

Like sun shining through, like light reflecting off his snows, like glimmer of thousand snowflakes.

“Yeah.”, Simom finally breathes out and lets you drag the sweater off him. “Think you can help with that, lovie?”

[mossygirl333]

MossyGirls 2024 Kinkmas Masterlist

I decided to do something festive for the holidays and got this wonderful idea from @gloomwitchwrites, seriously go check them out they're Amazing! (with a capital A of course)

These are 12 prompts leading up to Christmas day, enjoy!

(Tw for smut!!)

Day 1 (12/13)

Lumberjack!Logan 'Wolverine' Howlette x f!reader

synopsis: You were driving to your cabin in the mountains when your stupid car broke down. Frustrated ,confused, and more than cold you hauled ass to the nearest cabin to help. A rough lumberjack met you, but he'd help you with your car...oh? You can't fix it and will have to order parts? I can stay in your home for the time being? What do you mean you don't have a guest room?! Can you blame him? He hasn't seen a pretty thing like you in ages.

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Day 2 (12/14)

John Price x assistant!reader

synopsis: Price had no one to celebrate Christmas with, his ex-wife got the kids this year. It was lonely in the house, coping with beer and a good cigar. But when a sweet little lass like you comes to his doorstep with cookies and a present, he has to let you in! And reward you of course, you were always such an attentive assistant, now it's his turn to be attentive.

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Day 3 (12/15)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x gf!reader

Synopsis: Simon never really liked Christmas until he met you, a practically walking Hallmark movie. Dragging him along to a Christmas party that your friend was hosting, 'You need to get out more! meet some new friends!', was your reasoning. With the eggnog spiced and definitely spiked, he couldn't get that stupid little skimpy Santa outfit out of his head. Good thing they had a bathroom upstairs. But shh, stay quiet, Don't want anyone to know Mr. and Mrs. Claus are up to no good.

Day 4 (12/16

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish x f!reader

Synopsis: Christmas was always a time for spending time with family and joking around. But you and Johnny just had each other this year. Which was enough for you but...not exactly enough for him. And he's working real hard to have a chubby baby next year.

Day 5 (12/17)

König x fiance!reader

Synopsis: You were new to German culture. Growing up in America, you were more into Santa and his little elves than the Krampus festival Konig took you too. It felt more like Halloween than Christmas. With an off hand comment, calling Krampus 'hot' you had unknowingly wormed an idea into your lovers head. He's Krampus. And you're his victim. Run as fast as you can. He catches you. He fucks you.

Day 6 (12/18)

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x fiance!reader

Synopsis: Kyle and you are both avid Christmas enjoyers, even as children. Movie Nights, Christmas Dinner, The Parade, even Mariah Carey wormed her way into your heart the second the first snow came. Now you sat in the kitchen, making and decorating cookies. But those cookies aren't the only thing getting glazed tonight.

Day 7 (12/19)

John Price x babysitter!reader

Synopsis: John and his wife have been tense. Holidays ruined with their screaming fights and her physical violence. But things got a whole lot worse when he found out about her affair. Now he has to get back at her for her shit treatment and who else to do it with than the woman that his kids love, and his wife hates? His babysitter.

Day 8 (12/20)

Logan 'Wolverine' Howlette x f!reader

Synopsis: Logan was always a bit antsy when snow came. And you never truly understood why, maybe it was some sort of trauma related to holiday seasons. Chalking it up to that, you decided to make this Christmas the best Christmas he could get. When he avoided you, you ramped it up, desperate to get his attention (and maybe his affection) But you silly little thing. Rut was starting soon and you just locked yourself in his room.

Day 9 (12/21)

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish x ex!reader

Synopsis: Your friend invited you to a Christmas party. You went. Saw your ex. And immediately wanted to leave. But you couldn't. Not when you remembered that stupid laugh and the way he'd call you 'Bonnie' in that stupid Scottish accent. You drank the entire time to cope and ended up sloppily making out with some hot dude. Johnny didn't like it. He took you home, he didn't mean to follow you into your house. And he didn't mean to tuck you in. And he didn't mean to start getting handsy. But how could he not when all he remembered were how sweet your sighs were and how warm your walls were around his cock?

Day 10 (12/22)

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x college!sweetheart!reader

Synopsis: He was home. He was finally home. Warm, that's all you felt. You had so much anxiety that he was still going to be deployed during Christmas, but he wasn't. And that meant everything to you. It was the only gift you wanted, but Kyle obviously bought you some before he left. After the hot cocoa mugs were put away, and the warmth of the fire lulled you into relaxation, he finally treated you to the best present. Him and you, in love. (and making love)

Day 11 (12/23)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x virgin!reader

Synopsis: Simon was a gentle man. He never was overbearing or mean. Let you take the lead often. He was soft-spoken, hands practically trembling every time he held you like you would break. You begged him all year to take your virginity. You weren’t a baby and you sure as hell weren’t fragile. You could take him! Well Christmas came early this year, and his present to you- was him.

Day 12 (12/24)

Virgin!loserKonig x friend!reader

König comes from a big family. Youngest out of all of them and when it comes to be the youngest, you’re the easiest to get picked on. With his awkward demeanor and socially conservative personality, he didn’t have a girlfriend this year to take home. he was embarrassed, but you wanted to help him out. He was such a good friend anyway- and you had no where else to be on Christmas Eve. little did you know, being König’s ‘girlfriend’ was gonna get a lot more physical.

[that-sudsy]

No Need To Try | Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: John Soap MacTavish x Reader

He stood up and helped you off the stool, keeping an arm around your waist to support you.

You may have been tripping and slipping as you walked out of the pub and into the snow.

Soap had to suppress a chuckle as he watched you stumble and slip on the snow. He kept a firm grip on you, making sure you didn't fall. "Careful now," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Don’t want ye breakin' any bones."

"Snow... snow..." you mumbled a song.

Soap listened to you mumbling and couldn't help but smile. "What are ye singin'?" he asked, amused.

"Let it snow. Let it snow."

Soap chuckled again, finding your singing endearing. "I’m pretty sure that’s not how the song goes," he teased, poking your cheek playfully.

You chuckled, and Soap smiled at the sound of your laughter, his heart swelling with affection. He continued to walk you back to the place you both stayed, keeping you close to him to help you stay steady.

As you walked, he couldn't help but steal glances at you, admiring your beauty even in your drunken state.

Along the way, you complained that your ankles hurt, so Soap carried you in a bridal style. To his surprise, you fell asleep in his arms, making him shake his head and sigh. You even drooled on his favorite navy blue scarf. "Aye, come on," he sighed as he balanced you in one arm and unlocked the door.

He switched on the light and kicked the door shut before placing you on the couch and locking the door for safety.

Before tending to you, you were still half-asleep and drunk. "I guess ye're right," you said groggily.

"About what?" Soap asked.

"About... the whole thing," you said.

Soap's expression softened as he realized the truth behind your words. He knew you meant his warnings; maybe you were hurting, trying to impress Simon, but it was clear that your efforts were going nowhere.

Soap settled beside you on the couch and removed his jacket and scarf, leaving him in his warm jumper. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping both arms around you now.

"Ye don’t need to try so hard, princess, to make someone love ye," he said softly. "Maybe he isn’t the one. Maybe he just didn’t see how amazing ye are."

You looked at him, "Why do you say that?"

"Because it’s true," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Ye're smart, funny, beautiful... ye have a heart of gold. Anyone would be lucky to have ye."

You halted, looking into his blue eyes. Soap held your gaze, his eyes searching yours. He wanted to tell you everything he was feeling, but he knew it wasn't the right time or place. Instead, he just looked at you, admiring your beauty and wishing he could tell you how much he cared for you properly.

"Why do I feel terrible, like everything I do fails?" you whispered, looking down away from his gaze.

Soap's heart ached as he heard your words. He knew you were being hard on yourself, but he didn't know what else to say to make you feel better. "Ye're not a failure," he said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. "Ye're one of the strongest people I know."

He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly, as if trying to shield you from the world. "Why does it feel like everyone is better than me?" you croaked.

"Thats not true," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "I don’t see that... for me, everyone is fightin' their own unique battles, and everyone is just tired and exhausted. Everyone's got unique skills that one can’t follow, which makes us unique. If ye do feel that way, then all ye need is to do better next time."

He gently ran his fingers through your hair, trying to comfort you. Soap knew you were being hard on yourself, but he didn't know what else to say to make you feel better. He could feel your doubts and insecurities weighing you down, and it broke his heart.

He held you tighter, hoping that his embrace would provide some kind of solace, he whispered, "Ye're so much more than ye think ye are."

"Then, if I’m meant to be cherished, why does it feel like no one wants me? you croaked."

Soap's heart ached even more at your question. He knew you were referring to Simon, but he also knew that there were other

Soap’s gaze softened even more, and he gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. “It’s no that they don’t want ye, lass,” he said quietly, “It’s just… sometimes folks are blinded to the beauty right in front of ’em. They don’t see the treasure ye truly are.”

You sniffled, wiping at your cheeks, your voice barely a whisper now. “I did try Johnny.. I did everything… but I feel… so hopeless.” you said. Which was rare for you to be emotional but being drunk made the real feeling float to the surface.

Johnny shook his head slowly, brushing fingers tenderly through your hair once more. “Aye, I ken that feelin’, that heavy load on yer shoulders. But ye’re no hopeless,. Ye’re as fierce as they come. It’s just a rough path now, but ye’ll come through stronger than ever—it’s in yer bones, d’ye ken?”

He pressed his forehead softly against yours, breathing you in—the soft warmth mixed with the faint scent of your shampoo—and his voice dropped to a mere breath. “I’ll be here, always. Even when it feels like the world’s against ye, and the night’s darkest, I’ll be here makin’ sure ye don’t fall through the cracks.”

You met his eyes again, hope flickering faintly within, but still unsure. “You really mean that?”

Soap’s lips curved in the gentlest smile, the genuine warmth lighting every crease of his face. “Every bloody word.” His hand found yours, squeezing it just a little. “Ye’re worth more than any o’ the pain ye’re carryin’. And I swear to ye, I’ll keep remindin’ ye, till ye believe it yerself.”

The silence stretched comfortable and tender, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. You nestled closer, feeling safer than you had in a long time. “Thank you, Johnny,” you murmured, your voice catching slightly.

He chuckled softly. “Don’t thank me, princess. Just when ye’re ready… I’ll be here.”

After a pause, he tilted his head, smirking slightly despite the weight of the moment. “Now… no more drinkin’ tonight, aye? Mornin’ won’t thank ye for it.”

You laughed softly, warmth bubbling in your chest for the first time in days. “Promise.”

With a protective arm still around you, he leaned back against the couch, pulling you gently into his side. The snow continued to fall softly outside, blanketing the world in white silence as you both sat quietly, the night wrapping you in a peaceful tenderness.

And for that moment, it felt like perhaps, just perhaps, everything might be alright after all.

John Soap MacTavish Masterlist

[allllium]

🖤 Best Simon "Ghost" Riley Fics on Tumblr 🖤

Part One • Part Two • Part Three • Part Four

Fluff

° High ⋮ Gentle Hands

↳ @hyperactively-me

Unmasked Love [Dad Simon] ⋮ Homeward Bound

↳ @springtyme

Simon Taking Care of Reader ⋮ Physical Touch ⋮ Drabble [Dad Simon?] ⋮ Drabble [Dad Simon] ⋮ Drabble ⋮ Drabble

↳ @starstruckmiraclekitty

Drabble ⋮ Birthday Boy ⋮ Bimbo!Reader ⋮

↳ @yawnderu

Showering ⋮ Simon Buys You A Gift

↳ @stargirlrchive

° Simon Needing to Hold You After a Bad Day ⋮ Girl Dad [Dad Simon]

↳ @thexsilentxwordsmith

Soon ⋮ Smitten

↳ @tojisun

Physical Affection ⋮ Drabble ⋮ Curly Haired Gf ⋮ Laugh

↳ @sunsetsimon

Roommate!Simon ⋮ Baby

↳ @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

Shocking ⋮ Sassy ⋮ Handsome

↳ @lxvvie

Sick ⋮ Stares

↳ @fishsinsareacknowledged

Dense ⋮ Some Clever Sleep Pun Title

↳ @notquitecanon

° Soft Moments ⋮ @mockerycrow

Drunk!Reader [Mafia Simon] ⋮ @cordeliawhohung

Bone Tired ⋮ @tacticaldiary

Vulnerable ⋮ @velvetures

Headcannons ⋮ @thephant0menace

Taking off the Mask ⋮ @empresskylo

Picture-Perfect ⋮ @ghostaholics

Mockingbird [Dad Simon] ⋮ @bejeweledblondie

Fatherhood || [Dad Simon] ⋮ @lundenloves

° Melting ⋮ @qtboni

Casual Affection ⋮ @erosology

Lieutenant Ghost Hates Admitting hes Fallen for you ⋮ @shadowspromise

° Pregnancy [Dad Simon?] ⋮ @xmy-love-to-youx

Hush ⋮ @kivino

° Clingy Simon ⋮ @colonelarr0w

Dad!Simon [Dad Simon] ⋮ @aethelwyneleigh27

Husband Simon with a Baby [Dad Simon] ⋮ @ahqkas

The Dog Protects you [Dad Simon] ⋮ @the-froschamethyst4

Physical Touch ⋮ @prettyoatmeal

Dad!Simon [Dad Simon] ⋮ @ragingbookdragon

The Ghost Distribution System ⋮ @ghouljams

Too Good [Dad Simon] ⋮ @dammn-dean

° Just Play Along ⋮ @rileyslibrary

Sick!Simon ⋮ @suimon

Mood Swings, Cravings, and Breakdowns ⋮ @midnightcrw

Bathing ⋮ @dmitriene

Snow Angels... Kinda [Dad Simon] ⋮ @bagofshinyrocks

Sweet cheeks ⋮ @maskedmenmakemeferal

No Glass ⋮ @certifiedfreec

Simon as a Father ⋮ @circlebuttons

This Tornado Loves You ⋮ @ferritins

Ghost!Ghost ⋮ @idreaminphosphorescence

Plus-sized!Reader ⋮ @cumikering

Touching ⋮ @celestialprincesse

Tattoo Artist ⋮ @rememberwren

[aforestescape]

kidnapper!simon can't say no to his sweet (spoiled) pet- gn!reader

content includes: sorry i forgot this yikes. barest mention of cum and hole

previous.

it didn't take you long to get comfortable with simon. to learn the ebb and flow of his life that he'd been more than ready to drag you into. it was very easy to tell that he'd spent no inadequate amount of time watching you when you noticed all the little details around your cabin.

little decorations that seemed to match your pinterest board you'd made years ago. floral and striped hand painted mugs and little vintage landscape paintings hung on the walls that were in no way, shape or form something this massive truck of a man's interest. or maybe they were and you just had that in common, though you doubted it.

then came the surprise of him bringing your sweet little cat all the way from back home. it had to be far, being so deep in nothing but snowed over caps of mountain and acres of deep woods. the feeling of being spoiled by someone; by him made you all the more pliable to his affections. a form of love you had never freely received before had you wanting more and ready to test him for it.

so you decided to do exactly that, testing his love and patience for you with the sweetest, calculated smile on your face.

if you really loved me as much as you claim to you'd give me what i want.

your bratty statement had simon frozen for a second. his honeyed eyes darkening as he stared at you, trying to point out where your audacity had come from to be so brazen. he didn't want you to be afraid of him, he wanted your love and affection and attention to only be on him. he didn't want to control you. just to keep you safe from the horrors of the world. from annoying neighbors to the sick individuals he'd had to cut down during his time in the military.

but you were really pushing your luck. he had half a mind to drag you to his bedroom and show you how brats deserve to be treated.

and yet after that day you found it was rather easy to get what you wanted. you'd always wanted to try crocheting but had no time due to work. now you spent days at a time making thick blankets and little stuffed animals that you pretended was yours and simon's child. something you knew to NEVER mention around him. the first and only time you did was a long day and night. the sturdy, well crafted wooden bed managing to snap under the pressure of hours of intense core workout; much like your mind as you were left a boneless, soaked mess while simon cleaned you up afterwards. leaving his cum dribbling from your gaped hole for later in favor of having his weight against you.

an ever growing drawer full magazines, stickers, tapes and more for your scrapbooking. an easy and creative pastime that made a homey decoration whenever you finished a journal. taking its place on your bookshelf, cluttered with your romance, fantasy and sci-fi novels and si's manuals. you'd slowly been morphing him into a fantasy lover, something that filled you with a small sense of pride. the beginners botany book you'd received was now living on the end table next to the sofa as you started a small herb garden inside.

you were being extra sweet to him lately, something that didn't pass his notice as he felt his wallet instinctively weeping. you were biding your time before you mentioned wanting to try out pottery, and perhaps owning a nice fluffy mountain goat. or maybe that was pushing it. well, you had nothing but time to test his patience and wear him thin. until death do us part and all.

posting four days in a row🤭 i can't believe myself lol. let's see if we can keep these good vibes rolling

[hyperactively-me]

Hear me out…King Ghost is wearing a white shirt and he somehow falls into a pond/lake in front of his wife. When he gets out of the water his white shirt is completely transparent and (y/n) can see everything. And while Simon is trying to get out of the lake he just sees his wife looking at him like 👀.

(In reality, a king’s shirt shouldn’t be flimsy and thin enough to be that transparent but I think it is a funny thought if Simon specifically got thin white shirts so his wife would check him out bc he’s a little slut for his wife but she doesn’t know that yet shhhh.)

omg bestie please this is the scene from bridgerton we all know and dearly love!!!!! yes!!

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden, glow across the lake. The winter season had finally passed, the snow gone and melted. Spring had sprung. King Ghost guided a small rowboat through the gentle water, the oars of the boat skimming over the water languidly.

As the boat glided effortlessly across the water, you sat back, enjoying the gentle breeze and the soothing lull of the water. You peek your head over the side of the boat for a moment, staring at your wavy reflection in the water.

“The spring here is beautiful, Simon,” you say, running a hand in the cool water.

“I thought you would like it,” he says, continuing to row the boat, each stroke of the oars propelling you both towards the dock. “Kastron is known for its wildflower fields, super blooms occur here in the springtime, especially during the rainy season.” 

“Oh wow! That sounds amazing, you’ll have to take me to see them sometime,” you smile, looking back up at him from the water. 

As the boat drifts, you take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh spring air. It's a welcome break from the formalities and duties in the palace, and a chance for the two of you to be together.

Spending time with him was all you wanted a few months ago, and since then, he’s made a continuous and honest effort to spend time with you, and you with him. Honestly, you’ve grown to truly have an affection for him, a real liking for him, a stark difference from the time you first met him.

The sunlight dances on the surface of the lake, casting a shimmering reflection. You find yourself lost in the beauty of the moment, the gentle ripples of the water, and the soothing sounds of nature all around you.

Simon's strong arms work in time with the boat, his gaze never leaving you. He shifts slightly, thinking of something to say. "I had hoped this outing would be a pleasant surprise," he says, his tone soft and earnest.

You lean closer to him, reaching out to caress his cheek with your hand. “It is more than pleasant, Simon. It's perfect.”

His brown eyes, once reserved and guarded, now shine with warmth. He briefly stops rowing, allowing the boat to drift for a moment as he leans in to kiss the palm of your hand. 

"I'm glad to hear that," he whispers, his lips grazing your skin. "I wanted to show you a different side of Kastron, just you and me.”

You can't help but blush, feeling a flutter in your chest. The two of you had grown closer over the past few months, and it was moments like these that made you realize just how much you enjoyed his company. You've come to appreciate his dedication to his people, his sense of duty, and his unwavering support for you.

The boat drifted to a halt by the lakeside, and Simon gracefully rose to disembark. But, without warning, his foot caught on the edge of the boat's wooden plank, and he stumbled, pitching forward into the cool water. 

You gasped, your heart leaped in your chest as you watched him vanish beneath the surface with a splash. Your first instinct was to reach out, to help him, but you remained frozen, unable to take your eyes off the scene unfolding before you.

Simon resurfaced, water dripping from his tousled, sandy blonde hair, and that's when you noticed it. His once perfectly pressed white shirt now clung to him like a second skin, rendered completely transparent by the water. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw every curve and contour of his physique, the strong lines of his chest, and the ripple of his muscles beneath the wet fabric.

Your husband, the king, stood before you, basically exposed, yet somehow looks more alluring than ever. You didn’t have to know he tripped on purpose. Hell, he’s way too coordinated for a fall as simple as that. He only did it to impress you, to get into your subconscious. But you don’t have to know.

“Simon!” you cry out, springing up from your seat. The boat rocks as you push yourself up from your seat, leaning over the boat. You jump over your seat, extending a hand to Simon. 

He takes your hand with a sheepish grin, water dripping from his soaked clothes. “Well, that was—" he says, chuckling.

You can't help but stare, you really can’t. You help pull him back on the boat, watching his arms flex as he pulls himself up. His proximity sends a shiver down your spine, but you do your best to focus. “Are you okay?”

Simon nods, water droplets splattering around him. “I'm perfectly fine, just a bit wet,” he replies, slipping his shirt off. You are now staring unabashedly at his now bare chest, his muscles and abs rippling as he starts to wring out his shirt as best he can. 

“O– okay” you gulp, nodding. 

“What is it?” he asks, nonchalant.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, just…you falling startled me a bit,” your eyes darted around, your face growing extremely warm.

“Hm. Well, I am sorry for startling you—”

“No, don’t be sorry at all!” you laugh slightly, brushing hair from your face.

“Alright, I’m not sorry, then,” he says, now fully grinning at you. “I saw you staring.”

Your mouth goes agape for a split second, then you flounder, spluttering about how you weren’t staring. 

“I wasn’t staring!” you say incredulously, exaggerating your reaction. 

“You definitely were, darling.” 

“No I wasn’t!”

He just laughs, shaking his head. He turns, hiding his face from you for a moment. God, he’s obsessed with you.

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(masterlist)

[blingblong55]

Valentine- Simon 'Ghost' Riley

(photo belongs to: @ave661 )

Based on a request:

For fluffy ghost - he's a big intimidating looking dude but animals LOVE HIM. Dogs, cats, rodents, everything. I love the idea of him being trapped on a couch bc too many sleepy animals are on him. Kittens like to climb him. Rodents want to snuggle in his hood or his pocket. Dogs are obsessed and follow him and want to give him kissies. Hed be really good at finding lost pets cause they just come running up to him out of nowhere. (That or like imagine having a cat that's super friendly and telling him your cat doesn't like people so when the kitty cuddles up with him he will feel special).

GN!Reader, Fluff, Friends to lovers

I've rejected affection For years and years Now I have it and damn it It's kind of weird

He isn't much of a people person or more that everyone finds him to be intimidating. But lately, as you have become closer to him, he found himself, wandering the halls of the base, looking for you. And occasionally, there'll be some furry friend with him. There have been times when you call him snow white for that reason alone. Sitting under a willow tree? A bird, deer, cat, and/or dog goes to him and cuddles on his lap or shoulder. You find this so beautiful, it gives you some new perspective on him.

Sometimes during field training, he will get the occasional guard dog to stand by him and rub their body on his leg, begging for a head rub. This has become so frequent, that he has gotten used to it. One time, while in an active war zone, he got tackled by a very friendly dog. Soap was about to shoot it when Ghost laughed a little. "Don't you worry, sergeant, we got a friend, now." You and Soap look at each other, giving the other the 'Again' look. One time, purely because you were all waiting for the helicopter to pick you up, he began to attract all sorts of friendly animals. So much so, that one of the animals became the birthday gift to Price's little girl.

I've lost all control of my heartbeat now

Another time, Gaz begged his lieutenant, to fetch a kitten for his girlfriend and as always, it worked. As you two grow closer and closer, he visits your home frequently. You two usually stay in your back garden, sitting by the grass and then soon the birds begin to chirp by the branches, this is only when he is there, no other time. "You know, this is nice, having this time with you." he softly confesses. His balaclava on your sofa's arm while you two enjoy the warm sun by the grass. Before you could even answer, your two pups and the grumpy cat who hates everyone approach him and purrs. "Bloody hell, Simon. You've done it again!" You laugh and he stares at you.

"This is a real problem I struggle with, R/N." He tried to pretend he was angry.

As time went on, and your pups grew, he began to be stuck somewhere during the winter visits. Your cosy sofa. Your dog lying on his chest and thighs, the grumpy cat that adores only him by his shoulder and the newest puppy he got you, tucked by his hood. It's a site to see, for sure and it's the best one you can get as his new partner. You always thought it was that his body radiated warmth but you soon found yourself to be going to him like a magnet. It's an inexplicable force that pulls you to him. It's safety, comfort, familiarity and understanding that he radiates to those vulnerable, delicate and small creatures.

The way he is, a giant, grumpy man, with three hobbies, smart, strong, rough but the way he protects everything that is at arms reach. That is what makes him so unique and special. You never viewed him this way when you first met. Never thought he was into puzzles, history and reading. His mind is so great and if he wanted to, he could be a successful professor elsewhere. Maybe it's the years of his own struggles and how he understands those who might be close to another breakdown that brings a certain level of comfort. Perhaps its how he caresses the creatures that crawl to him, that yearn for the love he gives. And maybe now it's you that is added to that list.

I still feel a shock through every bone When I hear an, "I love you" 'Cause now I've got someone to lose

Six years ago, you found him. He petted two stray cats and a squirrel on his shoulder, the one he kept feeding before winter. And now, in a dim kitchen light, listening to jazz, swaying in his arms, that is home to you and those sweet things. "My R/N, you have to sway like this." His hand was on your hip, the other holding your hand as he guided you. That skull balaclava hidden in the drawer of your now shared home. No longer the grey flat he lived in as a soldier but now, in a small, cosy and beautiful home as your husband.

Even to this say, when you go to the park to walk your pets, he has some new furry friends that come to him. And he gives you that look, 'Again' as you, with a big proud smile take a bag of treaties from the bag you carry for this occasion. He and you sit in a bench, just like the old couple that frequently sits across from you both. It's like staring in a mirror, he tells you every time. The man across from him feeds the birds, while he feeds the dogs or cats near him.

I blinked and suddenly I had a Valentine

[zyonsay]

Snowangels SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Summary: Warming your heart, even in the biting cold

Reader: Genderneutral

Warnings: Smoking

Now playing: 'Lovers Rock' from TV Girl

AN: Hello people! Im making a snowy series of oneshots :) They're not all directly connected tho

Powdery white snow crunches under your boots. The temperatures have dropped significantly, the cold seeping into your arms and crawling up your legs. Maybe you should break out your thermal clothing again. Your weapon produces a rhythmic rattle against your tactical gear and clothing.

Patrols were one of the rather annoying tasks, but still necessary. If you squint and imagine the abandoned warehouses were Bakeries and Shops along a cobbled village street you could consider this a cozy walk. Or maybe it was cozy enough with the rundown buildings, the ice spikes descending from the roofs and the gently sloping hills of snow.

However, your little melody of rustling and rattling wasn't alone in this sea of white. The Lieutenant  has picked up the habit of assigning himself with you for various tasks and chores. But patrols are his favourite, they are usually just a shared moment of silence. But not the awkward kind, no. He enjoyed your company, even if you two weren't engaging in a lot of chit chat. That's what he liked about you. You didn't feel the need to talk his ear off, but you still shared sweet smiles and knowing glances with him.

Your shoulders tensed lightly, the cold was actually getting to you now. It wasn't just the kind of cold that would bite your nose and cheeks, freezing the tips of your fingers and ears, but the one that lingered on your back, around your waist and made you feel sick.

Simon glanced over at you. It wasn't hard to spot how uncomfortable you were, brows furrowed and your hands rubbing together for any bit of warmth. His eyes laid on you for a little longer, his expression unreadable.

"S'ppose you forgot your gloves?", his voice gruff but something in his gaze softened. With averted eyes and a bite of the inside of your cheek, you nodded. A sigh comes from his massive form, not in disappointment tho, more like a huff od amusement. You were quite the clutter brain, forgetting either your pen, your charging cable, a singular sock and - in this case - your gloves. Simon was used to practically running after you with all the things you've misplaced. With anyone else he would've gotten fed up after the first three times  but you made it seem endearing. He got into the habit of carrying around an extra chapstick, a spare paper clip or a lighter.

"Come here. We're out here for another hour." He stripped the black gloves off the paws he had for hands. They were calloused and rough, but gentle enough for you. With a long stare he dropped the gloves into your cold hands. Those big brown eyes, most of the time they were glossed over with a certain indifference, but sometimes a hint of affection played in them.

With a hastily whispered 'thank you', you slipped on the warm gloves. They were too big for you, but the relief of your hands not getting frostbitten was enough to overshadow that.  Simon was still staring at you, a tendency he had. Your gaze flickered from your hands up at his eyes. His Balaclava covered most of his face, but not those golden lashes. Admittedly, calling them golden was just you glazing, they were more of a dirty blonde hue, but one look at those eyes could make you forget about all of that. Simon fished out a cigarette from an almost empty pack from his pocket.

That's when he realized that he had forgotten a lighter. That has never happened before.

Your hands reach into your right pocket, pulling out a plain black lighter, which you probably bought from some gas station. He gave you a small nod and pulled down his balaclava, just enough to take a long drag of the marlboro red. He reaches out to you, holding the cigarette to your face. With quick hands you pulled your own mask down, connecting your lips with it. Your sweet eyes looked up at him, he could've sworn his heart just skipped a beat.

The tiniest hint of a smile ghosted over his lips, but he was quick to switch back to his usual deadpan expression in an attempt to make him look less like the heart eyed idiot he is. But you let your own smile sit on your lips for another few seconds before continuing your patrol.

Once again the two of you shared a cozy silence and in that moment the grimy brick walls and grey weather felt like a warmly lit cobble street full of bakeries and shops, smelling of cinnamon buns and apple punch.