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sweetpascal · 8 months

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" someplace nice "

summary: when simon finally comes back home from deployment, he makes sure he spoils you in the best way possible. *wink wink*

warnings: cursing, teasing touches, husband!simon needs a warning of its own UGH, filthy car sex, messy pussy eating, wet noises, missonaryyy, filthy nasty dirty talk, we already know simon has the mouth of a sailor hehe

wc: 2.8k

notes: first of all, i wanna give a big big big shoutout to @suimon because without her AMAZING FUCKING PHENOMENAL works of art, i wouldn't have gotten out of my writing funk and they truly have inspired me 🫶🏼 second of all, i was on twitter and came across this spicy video and it basically helped me create whatever this is 😭 enjoy !

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it wasn’t that you didn’t want to go out tonight. in fact, you’re ecstatic to go out with your husband. it’s only been two days since simon has been back from being deployed for almost one month. he had spent the two days sleeping and getting up to eat when it’s necessary, only to go back to sleeping. you didn’t care about that. you were just happy that he was back home. safe. alive. on the third day, he surprises you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“we’re going out t’night,” he tells you, eyes all soft with a barely there smile on his lips when you go nose deep into the flowers and sniffing deeply with a pleased smile on your face. “i won’t tell you where. but it’s gonna be a nice place.”

that night, you got ready with nervous butterflies bubbling in the pit of your stomach. it had been so long since you and simon have been out on a date night. with his deployments and your full-time job, having time for yourselves, let alone as a couple was a rarity these days.

you sprayed yourself with simon’s favorite perfume of yours and did a once over in the mirror. your hair looked beautiful, your makeup was on point, your outfit wasn’t too flashy nor too casual - it was a body hugging dress with thin straps and tasteful cleavage and some wedged heels. as you walked downstairs, you saw simon waiting for you at the bottom with his keys in hand. he was dressed so nicely and the color of his dress shirt matched your dress. with tight fitting slacks and his ‘going out’ boots, you knew you’d be staring at him all night long. your cheeks warmed when you caught his gaze. his lips had parted and you could’ve sworn his eyes sparkled. although your heels added a few inches to your height, it was still nothing compared to simon. he still stood above you, two and a half heads taller.

“so.. how do i look?”

he didn’t like how hesitant you sounded. with a slow step forward, his finger hooked under your chin to lift your head up. god, the smell of him was mouth watering. you’re on your ovulating schedule so his natural musk combined with his cologne was like sinking your teeth into the tenderest meat there is. you nearly moaned. nearly.

“you look.. almost as beautiful as the day i met you,” he told you, so genuine, so soft, and so in love.

“almost?” you giggled and caught him off guard by pulling him down and clumsily kissing his chin instead of his lips.

“mhm,” he grumbled and led the way outside to his suv.

dinner went smoothly. simon had taken you both to a nice little italian restaurant downtown. it was the perfect place for a romantic night. the tables were dimly lit with candles and fresh flowers. he did everything a gentleman should do. pulling your chair out, knowing your favorite dish and ordering it for you, getting you your own dessert, paying. but the night still had a salacious vibe to it. for some reason, simon just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. his hand kept brushing up on your thigh, subtly hiking your dress up to feel your skin under his fingertips. you had to quietly scold him as the restaurant was nowhere near empty and your table wasn’t secluded from wandering eyes.

“can’t help it,” he told you in your ear, his voice all low and gruff and husky in a way that always had you tingling. “my wife s’just so fuckin’ gorgeous to look at.” and with that, he left a warm kiss under your earlobe, knowing exactly that was the spot he knew makes you whimper. and you did. only loud enough for him to her.

during the car ride home, it began to rain. it was damn near impossible to drive with the way the rain pelted hard and fast onto the windshield and roof. simon cursed under his breath, the hand resting on your thigh tightening for a brief second. you swallowed down a soft moan as it got lodged in the back of your throat. but simon, having the ears of a true soldier, heard it. he fucking hears everything. you hated and loved it simultaneously.

breaking free from your thoughts, the car swerves to the side to go down an empty road leading to an abandoned part. it was the only place farthest from town. no busy streets. no houses. no stores. it was deserted.

“si?” you were getting confused when he put the car into park and turned the ignition off. he turns on the top light and then turns to you. you expected him to give you a kiss with how he’s leaning over the console, but instead he reaches under your passenger seat, pulls the lever, and forcefully slides your seat further back so it puts a big amount of space between you and the dashboard. “simon?!”

“gimme a minute,” was all he says before getting out of the car and getting wet from the rain.

the door slams shut and you’re twisting and turning in your seat. it was pitch black outside with no streetlights, no house lights, no nothing. your side door is yanked open and simon hops in, slamming it shut and locking it after. he’s on his knees in front of you in the passenger side as you’re still in the seat, dumbfounded. he starts to unbutton his dress shirt as he stares down at you. the dim light in the car casts shadows on his face and he looks so fucking good.

your breathing starts picking up as he kneels before you shirtless. he then starts to unstrap your wedged heels, carelessly throwing them into the backseat. you finally let out a moan when he grabs your hips and forces you to slide down your seat and your thighs fall open.

“fuck, you smell so good,” simon grunts and buries his face between your thighs to mouth and nose at your covered cunt. he licks and sucks through the fabric, further getting it wet with his saliva. “taste like fuckin’ heaven.” he’s quick to slide your panties down and hoists your dress up to pool around your hips, fully exposing your bare cunt to his eyes and his eyes only.

“s-simon,” you whimper softly, eyebrows drawn and lips parted. the ache in your core began to hurt. your hips bucked and your thighs twitched. you didn’t know what you wanted. his hot, messy tongue. his long, powerful fingers. or his thick, hard cock. all you can utter is, “please.” please, anything.

immediately, he bows his head and licks a hot stripe from asshole to clit. he focuses more on your clit. he widens his tongue and uses his big hands to hook underneath your knees to press them into your chest. the wet slurps and hot puffs of air all over your messy pussy has you keening with uncontrollable twitches.

“ooh fuck, fuck, oh my god!” you grab onto his wide wrists, manicured nails digging into the skin for some stability. “fuck me. please, fuck me!”

when your voice gets all high pitched and whiny, simon knows it’s go-time. with one hand reaching down to expertly unbutton and slide down his slacks, he uses his other hand to spread your thighs open. your right foot rests on the window ledge. with the dim lighting and the rain pattering on the car roof, everything about this was romantic. simon lowers his head and gives your lips messy, hard kisses. all tongue. all teeth. heavy breathing and hushed moans. you tasted your slick and a hint of wine on his tongue. if that wasn’t the perfect combination, you didn’t know what was.

“you ready f’me?” his voice is so gruff and thick with lust. he taps the head of his leaking cock on your messy cunt. the lewd noises made you want to cover your face from embarrassment of how wet you are. “hm? ‘s this little cunt ready f’me to fuck her?” god, the things he says would be enough to make a deaf nun cry. but you didn’t care. you ached for him, everywhere.

“plea-please, si,” you weakly whimpered. your body was on fire and you were close to tears. wetness made your lashes clump and you sniffled softly. “need you. need it bad. need you.”

he tuts. he actually tuts. and the condescending smile he sends you makes you all the more embarrassed as your cunt leaked even more slick. “poor angel,” he croons and grins wolfishly. “poor, poor baby.”

and then finally, finally, he dips the head inside your pathetic little hole. and inch by inch, he slides in and then slides back out. he slides in again a little more and slides out again. the teasing torture was enough to make you start crying. simon’s arms wrapped around your trembling frame and he allows you to bury your face in his bare shoulders. you’re hugging his big, beefy body to yourself, your hands desperately holding onto his sides.

“i-i can’t ta-take it! fuck me, please, please, simon, please.” you’re babbling incoherently, sobbing softly into his skin and curling your toes as he grinds his cock up and down your cunt before finally sliding all the way in.

“there we go,” he coos in your ear. “there’s my girl.”

almost instantly, the sobbing stops and is replaced with garbled moans and punched gasps. your lips are open on his shoulder and drool slowly begins to seep out. you hug him closer as warmth explodes throughout your entire body from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

“‘m y’girl,” you can barely form a coherent sentence.

“that’s right,” simon huffs, now starting to work his hips faster against yours. “my good girl.”

his hips smack into yours, his thickness filling you repeatedly. over and over and over again. the lewd wet noises of your slick leaking onto his balls and maybe his thighs has your cheeks flaming up. simon pounds into you, forcing every moan out of your chest and spilling from your lips, no matter how bad you wanted to quiet them as you two were still in the car and anybody could pull up. everything felt so good. he starts speeding up his thrusts, now pounding into you at an alarming speed and causing you to scream hoarsely in the small space. and then he slows to a grinding halt.

“mm, mm, mm,” you whimpered in his shoulder, tears freely sliding down your cheeks from the excessive pleasure you're receiving with little kisses of pain.

simon hears your reaction and does it again, this time creating a rhythm. he’ll fuck into you at a high speed and then slow down. he feels your tits bouncing against his chest and the way your swollen clit is continuously bumping against his pelvis.

“yeah,” he grunts in your ear, tightening his arms around your non-stop shaking body. “fuckin’ take my fuckin’ cock.”

your eyes slowly cross as he slows again, only fucking you with deep, slow, grinding thrusts. you’re 100% sure you’re leaking onto the seat right now. you wouldn’t be surprised if you were. simon’s cock was heaven and hell. you were obsessed. addicted, even. it look a lot of practice for you to take every inch in the early stages of your relationship. he made sure to take his time training your cunt into swallowing his hardness. simon pulled up just enough to capture your lips in a hot, messy kiss. he grinds deep inside, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix deliciously. your hands desperately grasped the sides of his face, your tongue sloppily entering his mouth and circling around his.

“can’t get ‘nough of you” simon grumbles. he keeps kissing and kissing as he grinds his hips in slow, deep circles. “my wife is jus’ so fuckin’ needy, eh?” the subtle cockiness in his tone had your pussy clenching. he grins at that and pistons his hips, fast and hard and unrelenting.

“ah! ah! ah! aaah!” you squealed and scratched down his back. you’ve been on edge for however long. time was nonexistent and this was torture. you needed that final nudge. a certain thing that helped the rollercoaster of euphoria finally crash down from the tip of the hill. “n-need.. cum. need.. n-need to cu-um!” god, you probably sounded so pathetic.

simon grunts every time he delivers hard thrusts that would’ve made your entire body slide up the seat if it weren’t for his arms wrapped around you. your thighs twitched non-stop. your toes curled and repeatedly thumped against the window. clinging onto your husband, your moans start getting more high pitched and drawn out as you got closer and closer, but simon knew what you needed. he always knew what you need. he pulls back enough to direct his attention to your neglected clit, so puffy and swollen and glistening in your slick from having no attention paid to it. simon slows his hips again and grinds to a slow halt once more. his cock throbs as your walls twitched and tightened around him, eagerly sucking him deeper.

“you poor, poor girl,” he tuts, splaying a large hand over your tummy and humming pleased as he feels the bulge of his cock nestled deep inside. “jus’ need my thumb, eh?” with the first swipe, your nails dug deeper into his skin and your thighs nearly shut. and from that reaction, simon knew it was time to finally let his beautiful wife cum.

and for the last time, his hips smack against yours at a fast speed, pounding and fucking as if tonight was the end of the world and you two had to say goodbye to each other. when his thumb lays against your clit, rubbing circles at the same rhythm of his quick hips, the dam finally broke. your body forcibly arched and your head slides between the seat and the backseat window. simon forces your thighs to keep spread open and grunts into your throat as your pussy contracts around his cock. all of your moans kept spilling out - you couldn’t stop them even if you tried. it was like electricity was coursing through your body. the wave of euphoria crashed at an alarming speed and you’re sure you’re screaming, but it sounds like you’re underwater. simon was stunned, in all honesty, at how hard you came. and you just won’t stop.

“agh!” he grunts and pulls his thumb away from your overly sensitive clit. he instead wraps his arms back around your trembling body and does three good, hard thrusts before the knot tightened and tightened and he spills inside of you. he grinds deep and slow, making sure none is wasted and is settled thickly inside your womb.

heavy breathing and weak moans echo in the car. the heavy rain slowed to a gentle drizzle. your thighs couldn’t stop twitching. simon lowers his head and kisses your pulse point so very gently, humming pleased when you sign contently. he kisses the side of your face tenderly, tracing a line from your pulse, up to your soft jaw, and then your plushy cheek. your breathing finally slowed and you lift your head to look up at simon. a bead of sweat slid down his temple and you had half a mind to lick it away. the two of you look into each other’s eyes and there wasn’t a single thing that could make you look away. and there wasn’t a single thing that could ruin this moment. simon had to swallow down the lump in his throat.

“d’you realize jus’ how much i love you?” he asks you quietly, head tilting to brush his strong nose against yours. “i would go to the ends of the earth f’you.”

at this whisper of a confession, you sniffle and let out a watery laugh, a lonesome tear sliding down your cheek that is quickly wiped away by his thumb. he leans down and hovers his lips over yours. you take the last step and curl your fingers into his hair to pull him down. when your lips touched, it felt like everything disappeared at that moment. the two of kissed and kissed until you needed air. and even though, you would take gulps of air and find his lips again. his cock was still snug deep inside. even soft, he still had some length and weight to him. but you loved this. it made you feel more connected to each other. the rain had stopped completely now. you both broke your kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting. simon lightly thumbs at your lip to wipe it away.

“now, lets get you home.”

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dmitriene · 7 months

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THOUGHTS ABOUT CAVEMAN SIMON AND VILLAGER READER.

synopsis: spring has come, and with it the time for sacrifices to someone, who lives far from people and scares everyone who pokes their noses into the forest, and what could be better than bribing the one you fear, so you were chosen as the one who will bear all the gifts deep into the forest.

cw: fluff, comfort, smut, possible dubcon, story set not in modern time and might be unrealistic, not based on real knowledge about cave people, possible ooc simon since he's a caveman, virgin reader, mentions of cannibalism (not in action), biting, licking, groping, simon is rough around the edges, pet names, cunnilingus with dubious consent, simon is inexperienced, male and female intimacy, many mentions of bare flesh, overstimulation, crying, aftercare, kinda kidnapping. pairing: caveman simon ghost riley x villager fem reader

author's note: this idea was born from an absolutely spontaneous conversation with @suimon, and i'm grateful to her, because without her encouragement i wouldn't decide to write such an interesting story, which is kind of new for me, but i still hope those who will read it enjoy, it's my first attempt on writing this kind of plot, that ended up being 4.5k words.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

long melted snow, allowing fresh green grass to break through the once dissipated white fluff of snow, bright flowers decorating endless meadows and forests surrounding the village exactly along the perimeter — all this brings with it spring, warm weather, fresh juicy fruits and vegetables, and after them the time for a sacrifices.

behind the forest clearing, where the trees become thicker and seem to be getting darker, lives one whose cave, the exact location of which not many people know, are afraid to approach, and you never heard the exact answer, the exact reason, but everyone was afraid of this place more than fire, but were justified by a man who was frightening to the point of trembling, as if they had seen a living ghost.

naturally, you had never seen him, and you treated his stories as if they were fairy tales — an attempt to intimidate the kids from going too far during walks, nothing more, or so it seemed to you, until you were chosen as the one who would go to him with the onset of spring with fertile gifts, an attempt to appease the so-called monster, which terrifies the entire village with its very existence, and you couldn’t understand why you should go to the one you’re afraid of, and also with gifts?

but one way or another, it was not in your authority to refuse the election of the head of the village and the people, so you were dressed up in the best dress from your meager wardrobe, the white fabric flowing to your feet seemed as soft as silk, an absolutely light linen, diluted a wreath woven from fresh, sickly sweet flowers, and in your hands a basket of the freshest fruits and vegetables, with a rope on your wrist, a thick plexus leading to the neck of a good, well-fed cow, the devil knows what he will do with the poor, as you would think, animal, but one way or another — your task is to give, even if you looked the most appetizing here.

walking through the forest is difficult, especially when, of all the attempts to navigate, you only have — “go straight ahead and stop when you see the cave„ and the only thing left to do is to listen, periodically stop when the cow bends down to nibble fresh grass, and then walk again until feeling of dull pain in the legs, due to the fact that making your way through trees and large branches with almost bare feet is uncomfortable, a little painful, and you have to pick up the white dress in your hands so as not to get it dirty, trying to maintain a festive look as possible, not drop the basket, and still get to this damned place.

more and more doubts creep into your head, maybe no one lives there at all, or does, but it’s just a wild animal, and villagers just couldn’t see it in the dark clearlier?

but it’s hard to believe that in the thicket, which every time becomes darker and denser, in which there are more and more bushes and broken branches, and somewhere where there are even tree trunks lying — someone really lives, and while thoughts are wandering around your head like a prodigal wind, and the path completely disappears under your feet, you finally reach the right place, meeting your eyes with a stone cave, assembled from stones in a stable structure, sprinkled with greenery, moss and tree trunks.

really someone’s abode, albeit open, and looking as if it could become your undoing.

even the poor animal seems to be enveloped in fear, the cow bursts into a loud moo, resting her hooves on the ground, and with all due respect, you cannot push such a weight behind you, but you will not let her escape, tying the poor thing by a rope and to a tree trunk nearby, allowing her to calm down a little, to be distracted by tufts of grass, while your gaze rushes forward into the darkness of the cave, and your legs tremble slightly.

— “well.. here i come, cave man, huh..„ slips from your lips encouragingly to your own self, although your voice trembles, but you cannot return to the village with the same full hands, and in any case, you will most likely be sent again after this, damn old people, so the only way is forward.

the branches crunch under your feet, it seems to you, until you notice glimpses of animal bones, and it’s as if you are tugging from the inside, your step immediately quickens, and you practically stumble, clutching the basket to your chest and swallowing nervously, saying in your mind over and over — “it doesn't belonged to someone, it doesn't belonged to someone„ but it didn’t get any easier, as if the deeper you went, the more terrible it became, there was only pitch darkness ahead, not planning to make way for you even for a second, so you walk, almost blindly, closing one eye and making your way with the other.

— “is.. is someone there? hello??„

your voice echoes against the stone walls, but it becomes clearer under your feet, and a little brighter ahead, so you continue to walk even despite the dead silence, step by meek step, getting out to the center of the cave, where the walls become wider, and your eyes get used to darkness, letting small details immediately scatter before your eyes — some kind of wooden cabinet, a small rectangular table with a single chair, and above it a shelf with plates, everything is just like in your own house in the village, however, the bed is not very similar to the usual one, full of skins, located quite low, and you hesitantly step deeper, saying

— “hey?.. i'm, uhm.. i mean no harm, hello? someone?„

your voice sounds a little quieter, patient, as you walk to the table and allow yourself to place that same basket on it, carefully adjusting it along with the vegetables and fruits mixed in it, before moving away, smiling at the more welcoming composition, besides, it decorated a small surrounding emptiness, you even forgot for a while that you were in a cave, you felt comfortable, until the moment you turned around, noticing a dark figure in the corner that turned around sharply, and you screamed uncontrollably.

a large, massive figure in the very corner of the cave turns to face you, demonstrating its immensity and body, hidden under only one piece of fabric, vaguely reminiscent of pants, but what catches you, or rather scares you, is the skull attached to his face, and the skull would be less frightening if it belonged to an animal, but the shape was human like, separated from the back and leaving only the front, somehow attached to a dark piece of fabric stretched over the man’s face, showing the world only his sunken, dark eyes.

simon overreacts to the sound, furrowing his brows and clenching his hands into fists that hang on either side of his wide hips, not liking it when someone barges in uninvited, especially like this, but watching you shake like a cornered rabbit , he softens, and at the same time resolutely begins to walk in your direction, without warning, which makes your heart jump right up to your throat and back into your chest when you calm a bit inside, but still take a couple of steps back from approaching figure.

— “uh, h-hi? i'm sorry, i must scared you.. i-i screamed pretty loud, yeah?„

you babble, the words fly out of your soft lips hastily and with an attempt to justify yourself, and he freezes, breathing somehow displeasedly through his nose and causing his bare chest to heave, but still, he grumbles somehow approvingly, tilting his head to the side, as if having mercy on you and giving the opportunity to justify yourself, and you don’t dare to miss it.

— “uh, i was sent from village, you know, not far from here! i brought you some fresh vegetables and fruits, and cow.. you know, that does moo„ the words come out in one breath, while you spin around, pointing first at the basket that suddenly appeared on his table, then towards the exit, talking about the cow, telling him about it as if you were talking to a child, as if mistaking him for a completely savage, and simon squeezes out a rough, dry laugh, crossing his burly arms over his wide, scarred chest, cutting off your explanations

— “i know what a cow is„

his voice is hoarse, tart like coffee beans on the tongue, and you stop, taking a deep breath.

simon has already realized that you are from that stupid village full of fools who take him for some terrible animal, but instead of the usual fear like in other people’s eyes, in yours he sees some doubt and sincere guilt, like in a child’s who was scolded by his parents, and this causes amusement in his gaze, a flutter in his light eyelashes

— “i'm, sorry.. it's just, the villagers acted like you are some kind of wild animal, and i.. i thought..„

the words get confused in your head and on your tongue, one way or another, you, even if not for long, believed to the words of the people living in the village, believed that he was less human than many, now trying to justify his honor and your words, standing under his gaze and trembling as if leaf in the wind, your legs shook as you squeezed them together, feeling his strange, ardent gaze where your plush thighs began behind the thin fabric, and goosebumps ran down your skin as his lips stretched into a wide, wild grin.

you stand before his eyes like a prettiest gift, a prey — you are shaking like a little rabbit, or a newborn doe, as if your legs are about to lose control of your weight and collapse on the stone floor, even though a carpet of someone’s skin lies under your feet, he wouldn’t want you to return back to the village in a deplorable state, or maybe you yourself were sent as a sacrifice?

he doesn't know, because you look incredibly attractive and alluring in that light outfit with just panties underneath, the silhouette of the fabric of which he can see on your hips before his gaze goes up to where your round, soft breasts are hiding under the finest cloth, and up to the strands of your hair, decorated with a wreath of fresh flowers, he knows it by the sweet smell and by the fact that he has already seen such in the forest, and simon has never tasted people, has not eaten human flesh — but looking at you, at the softness, at the sweetness, maybe he should give it a try?

— “i never tasted human flesh before„ words roll off his tongue in advance of rational thoughts, a rich baritone from the thin line of pale lips behind the fabric of the mask and the shape of the skull where he licks them like a predator.

and you are theprey, the one which trembles and whose eyes widen when you hear his unexpected speech, wild, causing the blood in your veins to freeze and your legs to obey the instinct of escape, and you take off from your place, turn around on the thin sole of your sandals and move your body towards the exit and impenetrable the darkness from which you came, which previously let you in — and will no longer let you go without the permission of its owner.

you can’t even hear simon’s steps behind you, because of how adrenaline is pumping in your ears and blood echoes like white noise in the background, as his figure wraps around yours like a shadow and pulls you, he clings to the light fabric with dirty fingers and squeezes with a heavy weight around your waist, first with his fingers, then with his hand, heavy bonds that drag you into the air and there’s no point in even twitching your legs, he immediately turns you around in his arms, places your soft flesh in his palms, relishing in the softness, warmth, fingers greedily kneading the soft, supple skin between his fingers on top of the now slightly stained fabric, pressing you into a cold stone wall as you close your eyes tightly.

your body is trembling, you’re waiting for the touch of someone else’s teeth on your body, a sharp flash of pain, surrendering to the clutches of creeping death in the guise of a person without resistance, having resigned yourself in advance, even on the threshold of this cave, even when the dark, densely trees swallowed you in the depths of the forest, but no pain comes, no sensation of rough, sharp teeth in the skin, just his hands that slide from your butt, where he shamelessly touched you, to your hips and thighs, tracing the skin and bones over your dress, forcing you to twitch, squeezing your legs together.

something inside you is twisting shamefully hotly, curling into a coil in your lower abdomen and setting all your nerve endings on fire, you still don’t look, your eyelashes and eyelids are trembling, and simon takes pleasure in your instinctive fear, akin to the animals he mercilessly catches in the depths of the forest, kneeling in front of you just as he once knelt in front of them, but you were distinguished from a dead animal by your vitality, sweet aroma, soft warm body which he wanted to taste until greedily accumulating saliva in his mouth.

— “pretty„

he growls low from his throat, causing you to flush with a flash of blush, your fingertips prickling nervously, it seems that he’s saying this from a sadistic point of view, not really to you, rather than to your body, to what he will eat, and you refuse to look at the eyes of your fear, even when rough, calloused hands run along your legs until he lays them on his broad shoulders, lifts up the dress that gets in the way, exposes the skin to your thighs and carelessly leaves them rumpled to dangle there, when his bare mouth pierces your skin and licks.

your eyes immediately widen following the hitching breath that flies through your parted lips, and you look at him, this beast, this man, standing in front of you on both knees, and even between your legs he seems immense, but strangely tender, when he licks and gently bites a path to your thighs along the soft flesh, pressing his nose into it, you see it’s slightly crooked form briefly, the black fabric falls to cover everything except his mouth, which greedily tastes you like no one has ever tasted.

his dark eyes meet yours fleetingly, yours are frightened, his are peaceful and satisfied, the corners of his lips rise forward and spread on his face, and you feel every movement of his lips on you in dangerous proximity as he crawls higher and higher, settling between supple thighs with his head, sticking his nose and mouth into a place that attracts him with sweetness and wetness, a small sticky spot on the thin fabric, into which he buries himself greedily, opening his mouth wide and licking the fat stripe along your panty clad pussy, burying his nose in your twitching clit and grinning at the reaction of your body, as well as at the quiet, ringing moan that arose from the depths of your throat.

the light, thin fabric gets wet from the amount of saliva in his mouth, mixing with the moisture that is released from your hot, bothered pussy, causing the gusset of your panties become almost transparent, as simon buries himself deeper, without asking, he just takes it, squeezing your thighs until there is a slight, uncomfortable pain burning on your skin, as your legs kick forward and attempt to squeeze together because of the new sensations that you don’t understand, didn’t experienced before, but he’s not going to let you escape just yet, but you squeak, a shushed, soft sound, which makes him soften nonetheless.

simon's gaze studies you through his light eyelashes, he sees the conflicting emotions on your face, how your chest is heaving, how moisture collects on your lash line, threatening to release and turn into tears, so his arms wrap around and squeeze your legs a little more carefully, stroking the soft skin with awkward, uncertain circular movements of his fingers, he hasn’t interacted with people for a long time, especially in the moments like these, when his face is buried between your thighs while he laps lightly against your panties.

fear slowly leaves your body along with rational thoughts, you lose your vigilance in the hands of a stranger, a person who shamelessly touches your private parts, but touches you so well, so carefully, igniting that warmth in the bottom of your belly more and more each time and allowing you to twitch, squirm as much as it possible while being held half in the air, thus only pushing your hips forward, towards his wet mouth, and shuddering with pleasure and new flashes when his nose nuzzles harder into your little clit, making your toes curl, and he growls.

— “so sweet„

comes out as a muffled growl, and you don’t know if he’s talking about you or your pussy, but he licks you more actively, making your folds stick to the absolutely wet fabric of your panties, while he slurps and sucks your folds and clit, his movements are messy, uncertain, he's been isolated from people and any contact with them with his own hands, but that doesn't stop him from having a taste, as his tongue runs between your folds and he continues to tease you with slow, exploring movements.

you make more and more unusual to yourself sounds, quiet moans, breathy mewls, wet squelches that he swallows whole as your hands find support on his head and you dig your fingers into his mask, as you grow more and more impatient in your movements, just in time when simon gets tired of this unnecessary, wet piece of fabric, a barrier to the sweetest fruit and nectar in his life, so he bares his teeth and clings to the waistband of your underwear, helping himself with his fingertips and tearing them away down your legs, exposing your fluttering, wet hole to his hungry eyes and mouth.

the mere sight leaves him swelling with hardness in his pants, and your gaze catches on the silhouette of his cock, leaning heavily against his meaty thigh and bulging against the thin fabric, one little sight had you swallowwing nervously before your eyes roll back from the sharp contact of his bare lips with your bare cunt, he swipes his thick tongue once, twice, licking your wet folds and slurping your juices as an endless source of quenching his thirst, he licks and licks until you begin to lose yourself in how long you've been in this position, where your folds and clit swell, and simon just presses himself unexpectedly deeper before suddenly diving in further.

a loud sigh and a whiny moan spread through the cave, his tongue curls at the tip, when he accidentally, but with pressure, pushes your folds apart and into your fluttering hole, his tongue flattens against your entrance, before licking and thrusting inside, into the warmth of your velvety walls that tighten around his muscle right there, and he growls with satisfaction, akin to a muffled purr, moving his head up and down, smearing his entire jaw and lips in your slick, surrendering fully to your softness and warmth.

every movement of his tongue inside leaves you trembling, your legs intuitively spread apart further along his broad shoulders, your hips find a natural rhythm and constantly buck forward with every lick of his fat tongue against your walls and his sucking on your clit, noticing what reaction it causes in you and trying to hear more of your absolutely innocent, wanton squeaks and moans, enjoying the knowledge that you act and feel this way because of his actions, so he presses his knees into the stone floor harder and leans forward further.

your stomach twists more and more, and you push his face away from you with sharp, broken whimpers, when his tongue touches your spongy spot again and again, your body seems to be engulfed in flames, your spine arches away from the wall, resting your entire weight on his face and curling over him, breathing loudly and shakily when the tip of his tongue thrust rapidly, abusing your sweet, spongy spot with his hungry, drooling mouth.

he only grunts as you lean your full weight on him, continuing his assault on your throbbing and clenching hole, alternating between grazing his tongue against your folds and clit, or thrusting his muscle deep inside your core in fast, albeit languid movements, just until your loud whimpers and hoarse mewls echo against his stone walls, and your stomach twists and turns as your body convulses in an unexpected feeling of sudden orgasm, cunt clenches and pulsates around his tongue, letting go of your sweet slick and milky cum for him to have, covering his chin and mouth in the huge amount of liquid that he actively drink and lap up, opening his mouth wide and licking you clean, drinking till the last drop.

simon doesn’t stop, as if not knowing the line, which he doesn’t really know, continuing to run his tongue against your slit and cling to your hole, as he sukles on your clit, your whole body is buzzing strangely, your head begins to ache from the endless pleasure and overstimulation that his actions and touches bring, making everything between your legs swell and tingle, you desperately claw his bare back with your hands, adding to the scarred canvas of his flesh, trying to push, resist, but he doesn’t care, right until a loud sob escapes your lips.

he reacts instantly, making something close to a questioning grumble before retreating slightly between your legs, licking his thin lips around the edges and all your fluids on your thighs, you hang on him like a sack of potatoes, trying to grab his back with your hands and at the same time not allowing him to move away from you normally, quietly, pitifully sobbing, which cause him to growl, and with a rough grip of his wide hands on your hips, unhook you from him.

simon holds you more carefully, more gently, his hands are still shamelessly squeezing and pawing your hips, going down to the swell of your plush ass, touching the skin and also pulling down your dress to cover you and provide you with the minimum comfort possible in your position, where your panties lie torn on the floor, and endless salty tears flow down your raw, cowered in slight blush cheeks, and he feels even more sympathy for you than all the times before, frowning his light eyebrows and pursing his lips.

— “don't cry..„

he mutters in frustration, carefully releasing one hand from under your butt to carefully wipe the wetness of tears from your cheeks, while you sniff your reddened nose, your head and body pulsating with a strange surge of fatigue, there's still an uncontrollable throb between your legs, and the very thought of this feeling makes you sad, as your eyelids gradually get heavier with a dissatisfied whine escaping from the depths of your throat.

— “shh„

simon whispers quietly, shamelessly moving his face closer to yours to lick your wet cheeks, making you frown and grimace, resting your hands weakly on his shoulders before he gently begins to rock you in his bulky arms and press you against his chest, changing your position so that he supports you under your knees and your back rests comfortably on his thick bicep, curling up, and you no longer care about everything that happens.

you were in a comfortable, floating state between sleep and consciousness, not struggling or scratching like most of the little preys he meet, allowing him to carry you carefully away from the far wall and to a place that vaguely resembled a human bed, full of soft animal skins and located closer to the floor, on which he lays you down and immediately wraps you in the warmth of various furs, fleetingly touching the top of your head while carefully stroking your hair, reaching to the already slightly tattered wreath with flowers and throwing it away somewhere, to which you don’t even react, on the contrary, you cuddle in response to his touch with your head and face.

this makes him chuckle hoarsely, a sound that makes your skin crawl, but he carefully lays you down more comfortably and strokes your warm cheek, going down to your shoulder and drawing the same awkward circles here with the tip of his finger until you are taken into deep sleep, first with your mind, then with your body, allowing your eyes to close and plunge into darkness in a place unfamiliar to you, going limp and burying your nose in fur that smells sharply of musk, something tartly foresty and reminiscent of him, plunging you even deeper and further in viscious sleep, following the rough whisper, that is contrasting with his careful, soft touches.

— “sleep well, my pretty sacrifice„

simon mumbles practically under his breath, his dark eyes following every flutter of your eyelashes and the sigh that slips from your parted lips, before making sure that you are in a deep sleep and getting himself up from his haunches, the movement is accompanied by a slight crunch of bones and a grumble from his lips, he looks around his own cave, a torn, damp cloth lying on the floor, a wreath with scattered petals and a basket with some sort of offerings on the table, which he will use later.

for now he rests his hands on his hips, licking his slightly dry lips and looking at the prominent weight between his legs, resting against the fabric of his pants and responding with warm, tingling arousal and slight drippling moisture, but he will take care of this later, for now, simon will collect all the unnecessary garbage from the floor and get it as far away as possible, and then take care of the cow you brought with you from the village, even if he doesn't prefer to use meat from someone else's hands, he can definitely let it pass now, because he will need to persuade you to stay with him, as soon as you wake up.

simon will not allow something like you to escape, he has denied himself contact and warmth for too long, and now, having touched the forbidden fruit, he knows one thing for sure — he will never let it go again and will not refuse it, so you are in his abode for a long time.

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teddiesworldd · 5 months

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here are some wonderfully talented call of duty creators you should check out in my absence! i'll probably continually add to this list so feel free to keep checking for updates

˚✧. writers ˚✧.

@dante-mightdie, @simonzmama, @tacticalprincess, @lovelyghst, @cntloup, @bi-writes, @rowarn, @konigsblog, @stargirlrchive, @miserycanary, @shotmrmiller, @simonrillleyyysss, @ghouljams, @vanillaberrychills, @closets-closet, @thexsilentxwordsmith, @obsessedduh, @euno11a, @victoryverse, @kechiwrites, @callsign-datura, @mrsariariley, @circlebuttons, @qtboni, @violetsareblue24, @warenai, @jackactuallywrites, @merakidoll, @chocolate-pies, @hischokehold, @scribbledghost, @pearlofthesirens, @feralforfrank, @suguann, @notjoelmiller, @boowritess, @nova-amor, @gaysindistress, @deadbranch, @xoxunhinged, @whateveriwant, @lovifie, @mactavishsgfandwife, @writingsonsaturn, @sinkovia, @iliektehhaxs, @glossysoap, @carmischa, @crashtestbunny, @fivechapters, @ellaa-writes, @cordeliawhohung, @i-am-hungry-24-7, @eskeptical, @captainfern, @incorrectcodquotes, @sunsetsimon, @landojpg04, @numberonecodwomenfan, @dashofghost, @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries, @midnightarcheress, @ultravioletrayz, @suimon, @dammn-dean, @iite-cool, @simon-sehs, @indecisivekitty

˚✧. artists ˚✧.

@wombywoo, @ave661, @lettaniko, @elysianvrt, @spiltspit, @valiants, @yooo-lets-go, @bluegiragi, @mindie-arts, @ramvur, @antomatkoen, @cobaltbeam, @al4thea, @tobascoart, @milomossy, @rusticfurnace, @lolsivol, @shkretart, @orbuz228, @lights-on-the-ridge, @lyralein, @eldritchdilf, @eracrow, @tapemouth, @helcef, @gurlidk-slay1, @oceantornadoo, @temeyes, @nachtart, @fludderpy, @eyesofsix, @skvaderpie, @hopefulonion, @stinglesswasp, @mibgl, @gold0kapi, @lilacakey, @mewmosh, @mibgl, @g8se

#teddiesworldd #cod mw2 #call of duty #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #task force 141 #cod modern warfare

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allllium · 8 months

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🖤 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

↳ @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

° 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

Sassy ~ @lxvvie

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

Drabble ~ @skyrigel

This Tornado Loves You ~ @ferritins

Ghost!Ghost ~ @idreaminphosphorescence

Plus-sized!Reader ~ @cumikering

Touching ~ @celestialprincesse

Tattoo Artist ~ @rememberwren

Shocking ~ @lxvvie

#simon riley fluff #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod simon riley #ghost simon riley x reader #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #simon ghost riley headcanons #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon ghost riley x gn!reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader

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vampykween · 9 months

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@suimon got me thinking about simon reacting to you thirsting over a fictional character hehe

simon doesn’t get it really. you’ve had your head buried in that book since he’s been back on leave. not that he’s jealous or anything… but didn’t you want to spend time with him? okay so maybe he’s a little jealous.

after a few more days of watching you hide coy smiles behind your hand and giggle and kick your feet at every turn of a page, he had truly had enough. he stalks over to your spot on the couch and plucks the book right from your hands.

“hey! si- oh my god…” your words die in your throat as you watch your boyfriend’s eyes skim over the pages of your book. your incredibly smutty romance book.

“jesus christ. this what’s got ya so worked up? i could fuck you far better than these words could ever describe love.”

you’re still reeling from the fact that simon caught a glimpse of what you’re reading, but the feeling of shock is slowly being overtaken by desire growing hot in you. the muscular man must tell by the look on your face because he cocks an eyebrow and leans down closer to your face.

“oh i see, is that what you want pet? poor girl, been alone so long. bet yer cunt is absolutely desperate for my cock,” simon’s husky voice floods your ears and it takes all your strength not to purr like a cat in heat at his words. you nod meekly hoping your wordless answer is enough for him to take you, but he clicks his tongue at you instead.

“c’mon i wanna hear ya beg for it baby.”

you swallow slowly and try to compose yourself, “please si, i need you so badly. missed the feeling of you fucking me so well.”

simon must feel sufficed by your answer because he lets out a guttural groan, scoops you up, and tosses you over his shoulder. he chuckles darkly at your protests and simply smacks the fat of your ass in warning. you ceased only because you knew what he would say anyway ‘behave. be a good girl, and i’ll treat ya like a good girl’

when the tall blond man throws you onto the bed and crawls up the length of your body, leaving hot wet kisses in his wake, you know you’re in for the night of your life.

#mic drabbles #oops was too tired to fully write smut #blame di for this one she got me thinking 😅#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x you #mic writes

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blingblong55 · 8 months

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Christmas Kids-Simon "Ghost" Riley

Not a request but this idea is inspired by @suimon 's post ---- GN!Reader, platonic!relationship, fluff, comfort?, childhood best friend!Simon, civilian!reader ---- also this specific verse from christmas kids you'll change your name or change your mind / and leave this fucked up place behind / but i'll know, i'll know is SOOOOOOO childhood friends with simon coded. especially when you see him again after years and years thinking he died with his family

A/N: Simon is 35 in this and you're 34...and it might be slightly different from this idea

It's been twelve years since you last saw Simon. Two teens, Manchester and some booze. That is the last thing and place you remember from that night.

You and him met because of your mums, they went to the same schools and so did Simon and you. It was like a movie, two best friends who have known each other since birth. Now all you have of him is a faint memory. He and his family died when you were around 22. It was the news of the city.

"Mum, please tell me this is a lie," you cry and all she does is give you that look. "I'm sorry, love." The tears, the ache in the chest, it's all engraved in you.

A knock on the door at two in the morning.

"Never open the door to strangers," Simon reminds you. "But how will I know it's you?" He chuckles, "I'll use our whistle," he simply says and you nod.

A knock and a whistle at two in the morning. You go pale. No, it can't be, he– he died, he's been dead for so long. Stupid nightmare, get me out of here.

Another whistle, waiting for your response.

You whistle back and get close to the door. You can feel the presence. It's there. He's there. That kid you ran the street with, the guy who took you home after one too many drinks. The stupid jokes and the constant lessons of life. "Simon?"

"Please open, it's cold," his voice hoarse and once that door opens, a flood of memories comes through.

His face is bruised, clothes are torn, blood is on them and the faint smell of his cologne is there. The rain filled the silence of the night. Police cars are in the background and he smiles at you. Once he stepped inside, it was a new man who did it, not your Simon. this man was taller, broader, he had tattoos and well...all that blood and those bags under his eyes.

"You–you were dead, they...they recovered your body and–"

"I faked my death," he was breathless and you guided him to the stool of the kitchen.

When your mum passed away, you were 27, that is when you needed him the most. Who else to give you a shit joke if not him? And now seven years later and here you are, waiting for a shit joke.

"Your dad–"

"I know." he cuts you off. He needs no mention of that man, not ever.

"If you faked your death then, does this mean they are all still alive?"

"No, I couldn't save them," he breaks down, finally.

All this time, he played Ghost. The man, the myth and a persona that everyone saw as a tough and cold man. When he is here, in your presence, he is that 23-year-old who saw his family dead. He is the same man who cried to you. You were home to this soldier, the last home he had. You hug him and in that second, he turns into a child in need of his mummy and need of desperate comfort. For years he has been running away from the past, of that night and you.

To be in the presence of the man he is, that is fear but to be in the home of the one person who knows who he is past the mask, is a nightmare.

"I don't want to!" Simon cried to his father as he got the snake closer to him.

"Dad, stop this isn't right." The same night when he was told to laugh at a woman who had passed out on the floor.

But, you know what they say, Dead will follow, Dead won't leave, Dead won't rise, Dead and Gone all this except Simon Riley, he stays like the ghost he is. Now, he is a man who let all of his terrors catch up to him and as they haunt his head, he clings to you.

In his head, his life flashes. From laughing with Tommy, getting scared by a skull mask, running in the streets with you, leaving Manchester, joining the military, the SAS, getting SA'D, hanging by his rib, crawling from a tomb, having dead friends, having a dead family, Task Force 141 and losing himself to Makarov and now, here he is, crying in a kitchen. If only his father would see him, he'd know his son is nothing but a bastard and a coward.

"Simon?" Your voice breaks his trance and he looks up. "I'm lost, I don't know who I am anymore," he cries and in that instant, you see him. You see his past and the present. A frown forms on your lips, "What did they do to you?" your hands holding his face and all he can do is lean into that touch. "I'm dead, I'm nothing but a senseless killer," was the description he gave himself.

In the world of Simon Joseph Riley, he was nothing but a cold-blooded killer, an apparition of his old self who was only meant to kill.

As the night became morning, he said it all. From when he left to how he found himself at your door. Your heart broke more and more, he was the shell of a man. Nothing but a life of misery left in that stare he gives you. Simon knows he has nothing left for him. You on the other hand are the hidden treasure he left for when needed.

His whole life– well, ever since the death of his family, he's been running away from the shadows and now he's running away from the military. With his captain being called a general killer, his friend Soap dead, and his friend Gaz lost, you are the last thing a man like him has. Tucked in a corner, the faint of the memory, that is what he has.

"Please don't turn me in, they'll hurt me again," he cries. Those tears are not just from his current exhaustion, but from all the years he denied the feeling of regret and sadness. Sure he was forced to go to a therapist but after the first one was killed, who else could he trust?

"I'm scared, I'm so scared," he confesses and for the first time in his life, he does feel fear. He saw the shadow of fear when Soap was nearly caught and possibly killed by Shadow Company but he knows fear when all he has is you and the blood that drips from his wounds. "Simon-"

"I miss them, I miss them all, I missed you and I miss being normal," he cups your face and looks deep into your eyes. "Help me, please...I- I need to find myself again." Suddenly he was back at the park you two grew up in.

"R/N!" His eyes with tears. His father must've scared him again, you thought. "Over here, Simon!" you wave your hand and you see him sigh in relief as he runs to you. His arms wrap around you as he once more confesses how his father hurt him.

"Let's fix you up and maybe we'll head to the park," you suggest and he nods desperately. "Please, yes, let's do that."

Now, three weeks later, you find yourself hiding him from the world. Task Force 141 was deemed as a danger to others.

Simon Joseph "Ghost" Riley, is no longer a danger to himself or others. He stares at the moon as he looks out the window, your cat on his lap, purring because they both found comfort in each other. He knows he lived through it, to get to this moment and he'll do anything to finally call a place home.

A/N: Graceland Too by Phoebe Bridgers also inspired me, you can tell...

Tags: @fake-id-69 @stick-the-dumbass @uraritychain @aalxrose @prettyoatmeal @elowynnlane @infpt-zylith @dakaraissoisso @homicidal-slvt @honestlyhiswife @madsdawson @joyfulmarvelofavengers @qxclamation @nunezr29 @scoobysnakz @iruzias @vampsquerade @tiredmetalenthusiast @jinxxangel13 @enarien @luvecarson @willowaftxn83-87 @saoirse06 @ikohniik @strawberrychita @sae1kie @queen-ilmaree @Llelannie @avidreadee123 @talooolaaloolla @skelletonwitch @bittermajesties @Nyx_Flower @sparky--bunny @honestlyhiswife @who-can-appease-me @ghostwifeyy @konigssultwithghost @kaoyamamegami @nobodys-coffee @beansproutmafia @soapybutt17 @a-goose-with-a-knife @foxface013 @anonxasian @born4biriyani @thegreyjoyed @mychemichalimalance @marshiely

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kneelingshadowsalome · 8 months

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I do not want to sound pedantic and I am sorry if I sound rude but the estimate of König needing at least 3500kCal a day is quite off

I broke down the size of König for @suimon a while ago so that people could understand how big he was and if we are going off the 6'10", which most people see as canon, he would probably be around at least 300lbs to 400lbs at max

Due to him having a very physical job we know he would need more calories than most and using a calorie counter we can guess that if he is 300lbs he would need around 4660kCal while if he was 400lbs he would need around 5522kCal a day but it could be even more if we consider the fact he may want to eat more for many reasons

These reasons could be that due to being a bigger guy he could have a bigger appetite, he could have a faster metabolic rate, he is probably burning even more calories from having sex, he probably does even more exercise than he needs to due to having extra energy that he needs to burn and he seems like an active man who would probably love hikes (I am guessing that he probably would do ten to twelve hours of exercise a day with his job and with the extra exercise he does for fun), he probably wants to bulk out a bit when not on deployment to make up for eating less when on missions but also so he can be a stronger brick wall to protect his family, he probably burns some calories from fidgeting as he most likely would do it constantly such as pacing or leg tapping or messing with a knife, but this is only a few reasons and there could be more

Due to these reasons I would probably add an extra 1000kCal at least which means that at 300lbs he would eat around 5660kCal a day and at 400lbs he would eat around 6522kCal a day (with König who is a foodie I would not be surprised if he gets up to 7000kCal or 7500kCal a day especially if his partner loves to cook as he will just burn it off)

Sorry if I am being a bother I just wanted to share this information and I feel sorry for whoever he lives with as they would probably be cooking a giant batch of meals worth around €300 that probably only lasts three days (you would probably need a giant kitchen with an extreme amount of cupboards and a few fridges and freezers to fit all the food for this man, at least with his job he can afford it)

Also this may not be fully accurate but it is based on what I know from exercising and calories, but also assumptions I have made based on what people headcanon for him

You're not being a bother and I'm kissing you on the lips too solely for putting up with all that math, also printing this out as a part of the official König bible, thank god for pedantic people like you!!!

#guy burning extra calories through fidgeting and toying with his knives I CAN'T #let me cook for him!!!#I can't afford it but he can so it's no trouble at all trust me

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glossysoap · 9 months

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happy new year appreciation post!

hi!! i want to thank each and every one of you for all of the support you’ve shown me and all of the love on my fics!! it’s so unbelievably appreciated. you all mean the world to me! you’ve made my day more times than i can count.

i pinch myself everyday that i have so much support on my blog and works <3

smallest mention of death under the cut

i appreciate every single like, reblog, note on every single work of mine! they all make my heart so warm. yes, this fandom may have its ups and downs, but every fandom does. and i don’t know what i would do without this one.

this year for me started out great with finding a new fandom and making lots of friends and new interests! this year ended worse because of my moms death in october but the silver lining is all of those friends that were there for me.

i’ll be tagging mutuals/friends in this post and the replies <333 and some accounts that i’m not moots with, that i’m so thankful for regardless <3 if i could tag every single one of my followers i would, so if you see this please consider yourself tagged!

also believe me, i know i need to be better with interacting with works (personal life would always get in the way), but i’ll be a lot better in the new year <3

i can’t wait to continue writing for this fandom in 2024! cheers to smut, fluff and angst with all of our fav military men 🥂

i love you all! and i urge you to check out the tagged blogs in both this post and the reblog <3

@divine--serenity @violet-phantoms @jumbojazzcats93 @ghastlybirdie @lordlydragon @shadowycreatormentality @alwaysshallow @bunnyreaper @roosterr @moonriseoverkyoto @loveyhoneydovey @darling-answers @eilidh-eternal @warenai @viylikescats @ivymarquis @mp3seoul @luvmeijii @kiroshang @grizzersmamma @vgilantee @luvecarson @selcouthmetanoia @sstormyskyess @quietlyignoringyou @krakenbabe @kitkatscabinet @groguspicklejar @lilpothoscuttings @zittles3000 /hunterbunter3000 @simonrillleyyysss @yawnderu @breadboyye @lieblinqs @mockerycrow @zvdvdlvr @thvxr @iciclesses @deadbranch @pollinatedpansy @glitterypirateduck @nevadancitizen @cassiecasluciluce @mercurysjoy @rowarn @stargirlrchive @ghosts-cyphera @ghostlywhiskey @suimon @blissful-bunny @captainfern

again, if you’re not in this first round of tagging pls don’t take it personal bc tumblr only lets you tag 50 ppl in one post <33 and my brain is the size of a pea so!

#i’m literally kissing you all #i love you sososooss much #tw death #but literally only once lol

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rowarn · 9 months

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do you have any account recommendations

yes!!! tho i only follow abt 20 ppl give or take, i can recommend some!!!

@casiia @stargirlrchive @bratfiction @tojisun @glossysoap @suimon @naivegh0ul @ghosts-cyphera @sunsetsimon @soap-ify <3

and for dark content @konigsblog !!!

#ask

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dmitriene · 8 months

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THOUGHTS ABOUT SIMON WITH SENSITIVE EARS.

cw: pure fluff, comfort, smut, suggestive, slightly ooc simon in his behavior, established relationship, teasing, intimacy, light submissiveness, biting and licking ears, kissing, hard on, clothed handjob, cumming in pants. pairing: bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

author's note: it's all started from my lovely @suimon post, so i'm here with this work guys, let's say thank you to the lovely diane for feeding me with this idea.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

simon, a man with quite traditional values regarding intimacy, closeness or his own fetishes, he knows practically nothing about himself, he only knows what annoys him and what doesn’t, and also that he loves everything you do, no matter what.

therefore, in particular, he has to accept a small fact about himself, which you yourself revealed for him, absolutely not on purpose, even accidentally, but now it seems he will not escape your gloating on this score.

such things, like any other, are revealed absolutely by accident, just like that time, warm palms ran along the curve of your waist over the thin fabric of your clothes, the only barrier from his burning touches, when he pulled you into the bedroom with him, with your ringing giggles, with his answering hoarse chuckles, balancing on the verge of a chesty growls, moans, which he softly released when your tongues and teeth met in fiery kisses.

he picks you up for his own convenience, taking the weight of your body into his arms with pleasure as his palms circle your hips and squeeze on your plush asscheeks, pressing you into his hard body with comfort as your legs wrap around his waist, lips wet from kisses with hot breath that playfully reaches out to his ear, scorching the skin before biting and pulling the thin lobe of fair skin, and a groan escapes his lips, mixed with a whine, a sincere sound of pleasure combined with the way his light eyelashes flutter, and you ask hastily, breathing heavily, but receiving only a response bordering on a warning, albeit a trembling one.

— “s-simon, did you just?„

— “n-no.„

this was simon’s first mistake in his relationship with you, and he is sure that it will be the last, but this does not change the fact that he has to deal with the way you chew the sensitive skin of his earlobes here and there in any free time, watching with pleasure how his fair skin blooms with a deep blush that stretches across his entire body, and his lips press into a straight line to hold back the delicious sounds of pleasure bubbling in his throat.

simon didn't even know such a simple thing about himself, spending most of his time under a balaclava, breaking the hand extended to him if it belonged to the enemy, and pulling back if one of his comrades, still not allowing them to touch his face, without being able to find out that he can be sensitive, and in such a banal place as the ears, which certainly cannot but confuse him.

you quickly notice how his embarrassment turns to acceptance, and simon himself knows that he gives in more than willingly, arching his neck voluntarily to turn his head to the side as your small, tremulous kisses move from the path along his neck to his ears, kissing tenderly, tickling with your nose, biting the flesh and periodically playfully pulling, and simon can no longer hold back, he openly fidgets on the soft sofa, getting comfortable when you sit on his lap, the muscles under you are limp, his arms reaching to lay on your hips with little trembles, and the gaze of his dark eyes are hazy with arousal, pure desire.

you don't have to see for just to feel the erection that slowly awakens in his pants and rises to stretch the fabric with its thickness, quickening the pace of his breathing and allowing him to moan loudly as your hand rests on his clothed cock, squeezing gently, running a warm touch over the stretched fabric as you bite and kiss his ears, alternating between one to another, wriggling on him like a snake, while simon just babbles aroused.

— “b-bloody.. mm.. don't stop, d-don't„

you obey to the voice of his sincere request silently, not daring to interrupt the symphony of his broken guttural moans and quiet whimpers that accompany the way simon's breath catches when you stroke his shaft along the fabric of his sweatpants, teasing the pulsating hardness under your warm palm again and again, and he shudders in waves in response, his grip on your hips tightening, leaving marks that slowly form under his fingers and your clothes from his hard touch.

your strokes remain confident and unyielding in their purpose as you continue to tease and pleasure him, your warm breath caressing his ear sending a shiver down simon's spine as you slide to bite his neck and he arches in response, the sensation is both pleasurable and exciting.

your fingers play behind his ear, tickling him in a way that intensifies the growing tension and desire between you, increases the heaviness in his balls and the coil in the bottom of his stomach that is about to snap, erasing the already thin line to his orgasm, especially when you you encourage him with a gentle whisper, fidgeting with your lips on the curve of his neck and along the line to his already tortured, cutely pink ears.

— “come on si, i feel how you throb under there, let go for me, yeah?„

simon's bulge throbs non-stop as you beg him to surrender to you, and the plea alone is enough to make him sigh deeply, his chest rising and falling quickly before choking on a loud moan, calling out to you affectionately, unable to contain the pleasure that washes over him.

— “fuck, f-fuck, love, hhngh!„

his entire body becomes limp in your arms as he succumbs to the overwhelming sensations, tremors racking his body causing him to shake uncontrollably, a wet spot forming on his sweatpants as he erupts in his boxers, turning everything under his clothes into a jumbled white mess of his potent seed.

after which simon goes limp, his head thrown back, his honey brown eyes tightly closed, lost in the aftermath of his release, allowing you to measure him with a slight glance, he misses the dancing sparks in your eyes, the flash of satisfaction in them, before your body presses against his heaving chest with comfortable softness, pressing your lips to his chin and stroking lightly his neck, with a patch to his face, and stopping to just gently caress him in the aftertaste in the air, snuggling closer.

simon will definitely take a while to come to his senses, despite the slight discomfort in his pants and the burning warmth on his face.

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stargirlrchive · 9 months

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Hi do you have any fic recs or author recs? I’m new to cod and would love to find more people to follow 😊

hi baby! yes :p for fic recs i’m just gonna use the tag i use for fic reblogs if that’s okay?

BUT FOR AUTHORS OMG DO I !! i love all my mooties so so much so here u goooo

@tojisun @suimon @casiia @soap-ify @rowarn @cyberfreaky @konigsblog @vampykween @groguspicklejar @captainfern @mockerycrow @makoodles @bratfiction @bunnyreaper @kissitbttr @erinfern0 @bbbby-blu @ghostslittlegf @glossysoap @deeplymax @ghosts-cyphera @truetogaia <333 (literally anyone i follow !! i just cant think of everyone off the top of my head)

#ficrecs: call of duty .ೃ࿐#anon ୨୧ #💌 ; ₊ ⊹

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lets-take-a-break · 8 months

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水門郵便局　Suimon Post Office

岡山県岡山市　Okayama-shi, Okayama, Japan

2024/01

#travel #landscape #旅行 #岡山

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vampykween · 11 months

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Second Chances (part 1)

i wanted to write about singledad!ghost x teacher!reader (which is so self indulgent as im a teacher hehe) and thus this was born summary: little poppy is simon riley's entire world and you've just had yours turned completely upside down. despite everything, it seems like everything falls into place when you're with each other. this is going to be a little series - i already have a few drabbles written and have l more ideas up my sleeve, but feel free to let me know all of yall's ideas too!! dedicated to @suimon since you love my dad!ghost so much hehe mwah

Simon is just short of pulling his hair out. He’s spent all morning wrestling with a five-year old who, last night was bouncing off the walls excited about her first day of school, but now is inconsolable and quite frankly working his last nerve.

“Poppy, love, please just get dressed. We don’t have all morning for you to mess about.”

Poppy shrugs her shoulders and blows a raspberry right in her father’s face. “Let me go, I’m not going to school,” the five-year old squirms in her father’s grasp, less than thrilled at the prospect of getting dressed for school.

Simon briefly considers whether he should invest any more energy into their morning battle or if he should just concede and let his daughter win this round. Despite her protests, he keeps his hold on Poppy and tries his best to calm her down enough to reason with her. Sometimes Simon couldn’t believe this was his life, he was tussling with his daughter about getting ready for school, when in a past life all he was ever worried about was backing his team throughout a mission. He used to be a trained killer now the only thing he’s an expert at is making silly voices for all the book characters at bedtime.

“You were so excited about school just last night, what happened lovie, what’s going on with you?”

Poppy just stares at him with her big doe eyes, the ones that look exactly like her mother’s, and makes Simon’s chest ache painfully. It’s moments like these that make him feel like the grief would never end.

After a drawn-out minute, she finally squeaks out, “What if I don’t like school? What if people are mean to me?” Simon’s heart breaks at his little girl’s admission, he, of course, worried about those things too; he wasn’t sure he even wanted to send her off for hours every day, but he also knew that Poppy could handle it.

Simon grasps both of her much smaller hands, “You’re the best girl I know, what’s not to love yeah? I’m sure you’ll make lots of friends, sweetheart.” Simon isn’t sure who he’s reassuring more at this point, but he’ll say anything to get them both through this day and all the ones that come.

Poppy sighs loudly and by something short of a miracle, she concedes with getting dressed; Simon let her pick out her own outfit, in hopes that it would rekindle her previous excitement. It helped, but only marginally.

Standing in the doorway of the classroom, is not the teacher Simon had been expecting. When he thought of teachers, he imagined either super strict, uptight older women or bright and bubbly young women fresh out of university. You were neither of those – you wore a bright smile that reached your eyes, and your voice had the most warm and comforting lilt to it. Contrastingly, you were dressed head to toe in an all-black outfit, but it didn’t make you look dark and dreary, no, on you it worked quite well. Poppy finally, but reluctantly revealed herself from behind her father’s legs, and stepped forward to greet her new teacher.

“Hi! What’s your name?” you were clearly not from anywhere near, and Poppy immediately comments on it.

“My name is Poppy, like the flower, and you talk very funny.”

Simon groaned, “Poppy, that’s not very polite, love.”

“No, no it’s alright. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that this morning,” you laugh breezily, not affronted by the little girl’s observation. The sound of your laugh is like a mirage in a desert, and Simon is taken aback at how much the sound affected him. You crouch down and introduce yourself to Poppy, then rise to greet Simon as well. You hold out your hand, clearly in an attempt to shake his, and he shakes his head to clear his stupor and takes your hand. Your hands are much smaller than his own, and much softer, not calloused from battlefields and the hardships of life.

❀

You hope you’re coming off as a well put together adult, one who’s supposed to be in charge of people’s most precious gifts. Threatening to ruin your façade is the fact that you’re shaking hands with quite possibly the hottest man you’ve seen since you upturned your life and moved to London a few months ago. This is your student’s dad, jesus get a grip, you hastily remind yourself. You can’t help yourself though, and your eyes are roaming over his massive hands searching for a wedding band. You’re not sure whether it’s a good thing or not when you see there isn’t one. He’s hot, but he’s got a child, and you’ve just had your heart shattered into a million pieces this summer. The last thing you need is to be lusting after your student’s unreasonably hot father.

You’re not even sure you want to be here; nothing had gone the way you planned and now you’re a million miles away from your family – who had forewarned you that your ex maybe was not worth moving across the world for, but you were in love, you didn’t want to hear that.

Poppy, who seemingly gained some confidence, breezes past her father and finds her way easily into the classroom. You looked back up at her father, realizing you hadn’t caught his name – he tilts his head ever so slightly at you as if he’s trying to discreetly assess you and it makes your palms sweat.

“I didn’t catch your name, can’t call you Poppy’s dad all year now, can I?” you prod causally, laughing despite the stifling air that was forming between you two.

“You can call me Simon,” he replies elusively and suddenly you’re overcome with the feeling that there’s something mysterious about this man – and as attractive as he is, the revelation also makes you feel unnerved.

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