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Hello hello hello!! The parasites are eating at my brain again. So heres my brain vomit of the day! Fem!Reader!

(nsfw)

Simon loves to degrade just as much as he loves to worship.

It started off with something simple.

When you two first fucked, he wasn’t exactly gentle, but he wasn’t rough, either. It just felt rough from the size of his dick. You both were a little tipsy, and he’d been grabbing at you all night — before he grabbed those sweet, sweet thighs — delving into that sweet, sweet pussy. Worshipping it like it’s golden — because it is.

But then.. he got more comfortable. Then he’d be holding your wrists tight, pounding deep, hitting all the right angles and grunting, letting the occasional ‘come on, take it like my good fuckin’ girl,’ and ‘i know you can take. relax, baby, i’ve got you,’ while kissing and sucking blossoming hickeys into your neck.

And then it got further. Kinkier, if that’s the word.

He’d spit on you. And fuck, if that wasn’t degrading enough…

‘Open your mouth.’ He’d grunt, in that low tone he’d use when he’s off his mind horny — making you kneel, before giving you that hot sneer like he’s disgusted — and spitting down at you like you’re nothing.

It almost hurt how good it felt. How great of an actor he was.

The moment he saw those irises dilate, the way he knew you were into it — he picked you up and used his spit to fuck you senseless.

The next time, he’d worship you. Kissing your feet all the way to you chest, kneading your boobs as he sucks a flower around your nipple — telling you those oh-so-sweet words like ‘my baby girls so pretty. fuckin’ delicious,’ just to get you all riled up. And hell if it didn’t work.

But all of that praise would leave you in the bedroom, sobbing and begging for him to do something, all for him to land another slap to your ass and tell you ‘good girls will wait,’ — then another slap. Another sob wracking through your body.

But he still loves you — even after fucking you so good you’re slobbering onto his pillow. So he’ll still kiss the marks better, still fuck you through it — and let you cum in the end. After a few hours, of course.

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!! This one was my first full nsfw! please lmk if you guys like it 😼🙂‍↕️

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hybrid!cat reader in heat PLEASE I BEG OF YOU YOU CAN HAVE MY FIRSTBORN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE

Ghost is privately thrilled to be getting another feline hybrid on the team! Hes the only one currently, a mainecoon hybrid. When he actually meets you hes a bit shocked.

Price mentioned a feline hybrid...he failed to mention exactly what type. Youre a tiger hybrid, strong and intense when you lock eyes with ghost. Despite the different in species, there's still that implicit understanding between the two of you. Hanging out, sharing space and meals. Its easy to fall into familiarity with you.

Then he gets back from a two week long mission. Soap gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder when ghost passes by, which only serves to confuse ghost immensely.

Any confusion is quickly forgotten when ghost steps into his room and sees you. You, whining and growling while you rut desperately against ghosts pillow. An inhale of breath, and your eyes are snapping to ghost. Youre on his in seconds, pressing his back into the door and nosing as his neck. He chuckles nervously, arousal pooling "fuckin' hell, seriously?" When you paw at his pants.

He barely makes it to the bed before youre straddling his lap, rubbing your cunt along his cock. Ghost throws his head back in appreciation when you finally sink down, "shit- go ahead baby- hah- take everything you need."

Which is how you end up riding ghost like youre trying to kill him. Hes purring non-stop, gasping and whimpering when your hips never stop even after he cums. Tears gathering at his eyes when he whines "fuck! Baby please- just ah- just a one more then lets rest, okay? Shit i- I cant take it-"

His whole body shakes a jerks with the next orgasm, pumping you full of cum while you clench around him. Hes still purring when you finally pull off, and it ticks up a notch at the sheer amount of cum that pours out without his cock in you. You purr too, nuzzle against ghost and settle your whole weight on top of him

"Ready to do that again tomorrow?" You ask, grinning when ghost groans and hides his face in your neck.

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Reader with a biting problem who uses ghost as a chew toy.

You take one look at this cathedral of a man—strong muscles layered under delicious fat arms and thighs bulging with each shift of his body—and decide you have to get your mouth on him. Absolutely no shame about it, too. The second you feel like ghost wont kill you for it, you lean into his space and chomp at a meaty bicep. Ghost only flinches slightly, then chuckles "really kid? Should I buy you some chew toys?"

Despite all the teasing he does, ghost never makes you stop. The only thing he does is grab you by the nape and pull you off if hes really got things to do. Otherwise, hes content to let you gnaw at him all you like. Usually its just his arms, bruises all over his bicep and forearm. He wears short sleeves around base more often so you have easy access instead of having to roll a sleeves up. (This definitely earns him a few side-eyes)

Its routine, now. You find ghost lounging in his room or on the couch in the lounge after a long day, and hes already holding his arm out to you. Giving you the slow easy look like hes got you trained. Honestly, he kind of does, a large hand on your neck while you chomp and a low voice humming "needed this, didnt you? Feeling stressed, that it?"

He makes the fortunate mistake of wearing shorts during a heatwave, and before he even knows what's happening youre crawling between his manspread legs to bite the inside of his thigh. "Fuck! Hey-" he jerks, whines when you adjust your jaw to bite harder. Apparently his thighs are sensitive, because hes gripping your hair and breathing hard "dont start something you cant finish."

Hes looking at you like he wants to eat you, very obvious boner straining through the loose gym shorts. You only grin up at him and get to work. Whines and whimpers echo from the room, ghost gasping and cursing.

He walks out of there thighs absolutely covered in bruises and bite marks, looking like the happiest man on earth. You walk out of there with a satisfied grin and three loads from ghost in your stomach.

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cw: afab reader x ghost, smut, p in v, overstimulation, rough, mean simon :((, feral simon

HEADCANON: Jealous of Bunny getting all the attention — smug bastard — you buy a bunny tail butt plug as a joke. You didn’t expect Simon to absolutely go feral over it though

PAIRING: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

"nghh-- Si-- n-no more please--", you whimper. Voice wrecked. High. Shaky and slurred with overstimulation. Having been incoherent since two?--three?-- orgasms ago.

But Simon only growls low. Holding you more pliant atop him as he makes you sink deeper on his cock. Making you take him to the root again and again. Hands gripping your wrists behind your back as he practically bounces you on his dick like he threatened he would. Groaning lowly at the sound of your whines. Enamored by his little bird's soft sobs of pleasure as he shoves the tip of his dick further into your cervix.

Like he was trying to brand himself further into your very marrow. Not wanting to stop until he knows the outline of your womb remembers every inch of his cock.

"Come on, baby", he rasps, voice rough, almost tender under the wrecking as well. Having came twice inside you when he took you from behind. Mounting you like a buck in a rut. From the side where his arms banded tight around your waist and neck. Holding you close to him and dragging you back onto his cock over and over until you sobbed helplessly into the sheets. And now he was on a personal mission to fill you one last time to the brim on top.

"Bounce on it birdie. Said you wanted to be a bunny now do it", he coos. Mocks. Toys and smiles menacingly at your defeated and overstimulated whimper. All mock-sweetness and cruel affection.

It had all started as a stupid idea -- dumb dumb girl. Should stop thinkin' yeah? -- born out of pure, petty jealousy. Watching Simon fawn over Bunny. Patting his head. Calling him "good lad" in that rare, fond voice that made your heart ache.

You hadn't thought much You did actually when you bought the bunny tail butt plug online with shaking hands, wanting some of that attention for yourself. Maybe as a joke. Maybe to tease. Maybe to taunt.

And besides! You wanted to be cute too! You just wanted him to look at you the same way.

You just hadn't expected it to work this well. Hadn’t expected this -- being fucked to absolute ruin, tail bobbing humiliatingly behind you with every merciless slam of his hips.

You had been discreet about it, you swear. Nope not really

Slipped it in with trembling fingers upstairs before dinner, cheeks hot with mortification. You thought you could play it off -- just have your little moment, bask quietly in whatever reaction you could steal.

But Simon?

Simon always knows when you're hiding something.

Always.

So when you bent over innocently to grab the casserole out of the oven, humming and swaying your hips a little too much, he froze.

The metal fork clattered out of his hand and onto the counter. His mouth parted on a silent groan. Pupils blown wide and dark -- the way they get when he's well and truly feral.

And the second he caught sight of it -- the little white puff sticking saucily out of the curve of your ass -- you knew you were fucked.

Literally. Figuratively. Utterly.

He stalked across the kitchen without a word. Big hands grabbing you by the hips, pressing himself up against you, grinding that hard, throbbing heat between your thighs until you whimpered.

And now your thighs quake. Muscles screaming from exertion and pleasure both, but Simon -- the hulking bastard of your boyfriend -- doesn't let up! Grip only tightening on your wrists as he makes you bounce. Using you like a fleshlight on his cock, hole sopping and dripping both from your orgasms and overstimulation. Clit sore and labia puffy as he only quickens the pace.

You sob, hips jerking away weakly only to be pulled back down on his dick -- desperate, frantic -- as you try (you really do) to obey. Try to lift yourself off his cock only for him to slam you back down again with a guttural grunt, thick and punishing and so deep that your vision whites out at the edges.

"That's it," Simon growls, hips snapping up hard enough to rattle the bedframe. "Look at you — awww baby right there? — Good little bunny, lettin' me f-fuck you stupid."

Your breath hitches on a shattered whine, drool slicking the corner of your mouth. You can feel it -- hot and obscene -- the way his spend is already leaking out of you, making a filthy mess where you’re spread wide around him, the little fluff of the bunny tail butt plug bobbing wildly with every brutal, merciless thrust.

Simon laughs low and broken under his breath, voice thick with pride and possession.

"All mine now, yeah? — shhh I know birdie I know" he says, leaning up to mouth along your jaw, catching your earlobe between his teeth in a quick, sharp bite that makes you jerk and cry out. "Womb's mine. Pussy's mine. Pretty little bunny tail and all."

You nod desperately -- or try to -- the movement so feeble and pathetic it makes him chuckle again, soft and mean and loving all at once.

"Jealous of Bunny, that it baby?" he huffs against your skin. Thrusts brutally upward when you only respond with a soft whine. Broken. Wrecked. Wanton and done for.

"Shoulda just told me, birdie" Simon murmurs, low and almost cruel in its tenderness, muttering a soft fuck as you clench involuntarily at his words. His breath scalding against the shell of your ear. "Didn't need to dress yourself up like a pretty little toy -- shit that's it --Always had my eyes on you."

Another sharp thrust -- a ragged gasp punched from your chest.

You whimper -- desperate, delirious -- thighs trembling from the effort of keeping yourself upright.

Simon hums, pleased, and lets your wrists go for a moment -- only to immediately grab your hips, dragging you flush against him as he starts fucking up into you even harder, reckless and raw.

The bunny tail bounces wildly with every slam of his hips, obscene and humiliating and so hot you think you might just pass out from it.

You’re babbling nonsense now -- tears streaking down your cheeks, throat raw from sobbing his name over and over -- but Simon doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even think of stopping.

Not until you’re a shaking, oversensitive mess. Not until you can't tell where he ends and you begin. Not until you’re bred so full his cum drips steadily down your thighs, thick and hot and never-ending.

"That's it, pet," he rasps against your neck. "My pretty little bunny. Gonna keep you plugged up all fuckin’ night. Make sure it sticks."

You shudder, high and keening at the thought -- too gone to even form words anymore.

And Simon just holds you tighter. Fucks you deeper. Growls soft and feral into your hair like a wolf who's finally caught his prey and has no plans to ever let go.

Snarling as his rhythm falters. Jaw clenching. Grip tightening and teeth gritted. Low and wrecked. Burying himself twice. Deepest as he can go. Not caring at the soft sob you make as the tip of his dick kisses your cervix. Cock pulsing hot and thick inside your womb before he cums with a guttural and broken moan against you throat.

"Fuck yeah, that's it birdie. Takin' it like a good little doe. My own little bunny in heat"

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wait i cant get off of the kick where simon has a humiliation kink... i've done this before whoops. cw: premature ejac, face riding, humiliation, d/s dyanmics kinda?, explicit sex

First date where he’s been good. He’s doing everything right, paying and pulling out chairs and whatnot. But you’re still not holding his hand or batting your lashes at him. Still, he feels like he’s gonna get his cock down your throat by the end of the night, judging by how you’re walking him to your flat right now.

So, naturally, he’s shook when the first thing you say after closing the door is “Get on your knees.” He’s like, well. Good enough. And does exactly that. “Thought you’d never ask, love.” Without another word, you start riding his face. Warm slick coating his features, his hands floundering and gripping your thighs to balance. He’s hard—painfully so—behind his jeans, and his eyes roll back with an escaped moan every time you pull his hair sternly. Focus.

And that’s when you put your heel on his crotch. Not enough to hurt, but enough to feel it. And he’s trying, he really is—to not come on the spot. But it’s too much pressure, and he’s too dizzy from the taste of you on his tongue. His hips jerk upwards, canting into your heel, and that’s when you pull yourself off. Maybe he’s stuttering to explain himself, but all you do is smile at him. Move towards the front door to open it, and say, “Good night. :)”

He’s losing his mind. For the next date, he has a wank before. It doesn’t help. The night goes exactly the same way. And the next date after that, and the one after that. It’s getting embarrassing. Once, you just sat him down on the couch beside you. No touching, all you did was talk about what you’d do to him if he’s a good boy, and he came untouched. Christ, how long has it been since his cock’s done that?

But tonight is different. He’s not on his knees. You’re straddling him. Hips moving back and forth on his denim, your bare cunt catching the friction. He’s so worked up, he swears he can feel your pulsing through the dual layer of fabric. And that’s when you look him dead in the eye, low voice: “Been waiting for you to man up and fuck me, already.” Disappointment hovers in your tone, right up there with a challenge.

And that’s when he really loses it. You want him to fuck you like a man, birdie? Then that’s what you’re gonna get. Patronising “Look at me”s and “That man enough for you?”s while he rams into your cunt. Bloke’s gonna get you admitted for cervical bruising—RIP.

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♱ Knight!Simon Riley x Princess!Reader (part 2) ♱ part one

a/n: I'm so, so happy you guys liked part one! I tried my best to do it justice! Thank you all for the kind messages :) Also, should I do knight Jason Todd?? or, or knight John Price? I feel like I should mention I have not played modern warfare in sooo long, like since my ps3 broke (two-ish years ago!!). Ugh I'm so in love with knight Simon Riley!!

contents: a ton of fluff, lil bit of angst (I refuse to make my characters suffer too much, they deserve the world!!), allusion to sex but nothing specific or graphic.

For a couple months your illicit affairs with Simon became more frequent, your love for each other already confessed, feelings running wild like horses.

You'd gotten used to his touch, his fingertips on your cheeks, arms, thighs; his calloused hands so gentle with your soft skin, his touch almost reverent. His lips kissing every freckle and mark on your skin, slowly, as if to memorize them.

♱ Knight!Simon Riley whose heart broke the moment you broke the news to him: you'd been engaged to a prince from a foreign land, he'd come to the castle soon, live with you before the wedding eventually happened. You stood in the yard, under the weeping willow, in your place, when you told him. His mask was off, guard down, rough hands under the fabric of your dress. Your eyebrows knit with worry, tears brimming your eyes as you spoke.

You told him how you loved him and no other, his jaw tight, gaze cold with jealousy, envy of the lucky prince who would not know how to treat you right.

"I promise, Si. I'd marry you in a heartbeat, you know that!" You sobbed into his shirt, tears staining the fabric.

"I know, sweetheart, but we can't." You could hear the pain in his voice.

It had taken him so long to feel such a connection with anyone, and now that he'd found the one he couldn't keep her.

Your daily rendezvous became far more passionate and longer, you'd miss dinner, tell your mother Ghost took you riding— not entirely a lie— that was why your hair was tousled, skirt and tights askew and cheeks flushed red. Your mother just smiled and waved you away, clueless and careless.

You were aware that living in a castle, being next in line to rule, not having to lift a finger ever sounded like a good thing, but God, how you loathed the court. You'd confided in Simon once, told him that you felt out of place, like the black sheep. That you'd love to have an actual family, one that eats meals together, with people that talk to each other, love each other. He dreamt of providing that for you.

The harshness of your situation weighed heavy on Simon's shoulders, you could see it in the way his eyes barely held your gaze anymore, moving to look at the trees, a painting on a wall, the ground. You could feel it in the way he touched you, like he knew he had to let you go, but couldn't: his fingers holding onto your flesh roughly.

♱ Knight!Simon Riley who was surprised (pleasantly so) when a couple weeks later you told him you'd run away with him.

"I've got it all planned out, horses food, an alibi...I swear, we can do it. We have to, before the prince gets here and I get no chance to."

"Honey—" he breathed.

"I mean it, I told the stable boy and a couple of the guards. I had to bribe them, something about sworn loyalty for my father— anyway, we can leave tonight, it's all ready."

Simon would walk through fire just to see your eyes again, he'd jump off a cliff if it meant he'd see you smile; so that night he meets you by the stables, a cloth bag with some of his belongings in it—clothes, weapons, a wad of cash— slung over his shoulder.

You stand by your horse, your dress tied up above your knees for easy mobility, hair down. There's a fire in your eyes he doesn't think he's ever seen before, and it makes the blood in his body rush south, heat pool in his stomach. Your own bag is slung over your shoulder, your foot taps against the floor with urgency.

"Ready?" You mutter, keeping your volume low.

He walked over to you, nodded curtly before he wrapped his arms around you.

"If we do this, there's no turning back." You warned him.

"I've got nothing here, no family, no past. You should be the one thinking about what they're loosing, my love."

"I can't do that. We have to go."

♱ Knight!Simon Riley who feels a sense of pride at how much you trust him, at how you left it all behind— the crown, the court, the comfort, your family, although you'd said time and time again you'd leave them if you could.

♱ Knight!Simon Riley who gets you to a cabin in the woods that belonged to a friend of his, a lumberjack, who no longer used it. He laid you down on the bed, pushed the covers over your body and kissed your forehead before he unpacked your bags and lit a fire on the fireplace. Once he saw fit, he laid down beside you, his arms around your body, his lips pressed to your skin.

He knew the worries would come in the morning, the fear of getting caught, the shame, the tears; and then the relief, that of finally being able to be together and love loudly.

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@foxintheferns this is for u my dear!!! and for the anons that asked me to please write a part two lol

Requests are open!!

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Could you write something about Price infantilizing his girl a bit? (Think “awww, all dumb for me? Can’t even think) but MORE

“you all dumb for me now, sweetheart?” price drawled, voice low and thick with amusement. “can’t even think, can you?”

you blinked up at him, glassy-eyed, mouth slack where he had your chin tilted up with his thumb. you were in his lap, bare thighs over his cargo pants, dress straps sliding down your arms. he hadn't even touched you properly yet—just a few whispered praises, a little pressure here, a teasing kiss there—and you were already gone for him.

“look at you,” he cooed, almost mockingly sweet, brushing your hair behind your ear like you were something breakable. “so soft. so stupid for me, huh?”

you whimpered, body twitching when he leaned in and pressed a warm kiss just beneath your jaw.

“that brain of yours shuts right off the second i get my hands on you. don’t it?” he murmured, nipping gently at your neck, pleased with the way your body arched into him instinctively. “poor thing. bet if i asked you your name right now, you'd just blink at me.”

you tried to say something, anything—but all that came out was a breathy little sound. your eyes fluttered. you couldn’t even remember what you were trying to say.

“useless little baby,” he chuckled darkly. “don’t worry your pretty head. i’ll do all the thinking for you.”

then he kissed your temple, warm and patronizing, like you were a pet or a doll. you melted into his chest like it was the only place you belonged.

and maybe it was.

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I Rather Use Sticks and Stones

Tags: fluff, dad!simon riley, wife!reader, bullying, mention of violence(nothing graphic)

I gathered from the poll that you guys really wanted the whole dad!au so I hope you can enjoy this! :)) cheers! Also sorry it came out so late! I was out with family (⌒-⌒; )

You frustrated at this point, where was he? Where is your son? What the hell even happened. You hoped they’d all been answered by now. You’re husband is trying to get here quickly as possible and you’re son is still in the infirmary…

From what you were told at least, he was trying to defend another little girl during playtime. You hoped that was the honest to god truth. A hulking figure stood behind you, silent and yet so watchful. “Simon? Where have you been?!” You huffed. He patted your shoulder as he sighed. “Got caught up in traffic love.” You shook your head, “At least you’re here…”

“Where is he?” He asked, brows furrowed. “Right here Mr. Riley.” A man said. Your tiny son came out through a side door, bandages and bruises all over his boy. A little pout on his face, with his eyes slightly glossed over. Poor baby..

“Jesus Christ?! What happened? They’re only 8?!” You wheezed out before going to your son, holding his face and looking at him. But his eyes weren’t focused on you, they were focused on his dad. His eyes lingered low as he sniffled. “Sorry..”

You sighed, and held his head. “Well can you please explain what happened?! I mean, look at him!” You grunted at the man which you could only assume was the principal. “Well yes, the other little boy’s parents are already here, we can sit down and chat if you’d like?”

You looked up at Simon, his eyes narrowing down. Gazing and picking apart the man. He could feel the man sweating in fear from here. He wasn’t willing to chat with the brat who decided to pick a fight with his little mini me.

“Fine, I hope they have some common sense.” He grunted, still looking furious. “Alright, no need for insults sir, right this way.”

“No insults my ass…” He mumbled under his breath. You followed the principal inside his office, your son clinging to your side. The boy was sitting on the opposite side, his mother shushing him as he father lays there with anger boiling up in his body.

You sat down with Simon opting to stand up and lean against the wall. Your son sat beside you, lips still pouting and mopping. “Okay, let’s discuss what happened. Your son decided to “defend” another student from your son.”

“Okay, what’s the issue?” Simon spoke up. “Well, we don’t condone violence here and we don’t want to foster that type of environment here.” The mother frowned at you, eyeing you up and down. Her lips pierced downwards as the grip on her son.

His face was beaten up as well, but not as bad as your baby’s face. His lip was busted, a little bit of blood still trickling down. His left eye was black and purple. And his arms has deep scratch marks and tiny yellow bruises on his little bicep.

“Well obviously you do since this little boy here attack my son!” The woman spoke up. You rolled your eyes at the lady, scoffing at her words. “Okay, ladies let’s settle down. Now it’s has come to my attention that your son was trying to defend another student, a little girl.” Simon’s eyes panned down to his son, eyes showing or at least trying to show his respect for his son. All of this lets him know that he raised him right.

“Well I don’t see a problem as well, I think maybe this young man is the problem, not my son. In fact, seems like you’re okay with bullying and harassment.” You spoked up, head raised high and eyes looking into the Principal’s inner soul. “No, no way you’re spinning this onto my sweet angel! He probably just wanted a toy and was a mistake! Your son is just brute!”

If you could jump over the chairs and knock her face off, you could. But your son needs you right now, and wouldn’t risk your son’s happiness over some stupid lady. Suddenly a little voice came up, his words wobbled and churned.

“He pushed her so I pushed him back. That wasn’t very nice of him to make her cry.”

You cooed at him, rubbing the side of his head and kissing his temple. “That was very nice and brave of you. We’re very proud of you.” Your son laid his head on your chest, still sniffing and sobbing quietly. “See!? That type of behavior is why our son got assaulted!” The father of the boy stood up, his face getting heated. Simon’s back came off the wall, his brows furrowed. His position moved from the wall to standing behind your chair.

You felt the sweat leak down your face but your face stayed the same. “ I suggest you’d sit down now. I’d hate to send you packing.” Simon said loudly, his voice commanding the room. “Gentlemen! Please! I’ll be punishing both boys, we just can tolerate someone who starts fights. 5 day for you. And two for him.” He mumbled, the pressure of the room getting to him.

Your son curled further into your side, his lips quivering slightly. “That’s totally unacceptable! This boy is a known bully! He’s picking on girls and trying to start issues for no reason! If anything he is needs to be suspended!” You shouted at the man. The principal’s eyes darted around the room, sallowing his throat.

“No! You will not be turning this onto my son! Your son is aggressive and it clearly shows. He needs to be expelled! That little girl is probably fine and it’s apart of life!” The mother exclaimed back.

You gritted your teeth as you mumbled curses under your breath. “And we clearly see where he gets this behavior from.” The father spat at you. It was very clear to who he was referring. Simon moved further to the boy’s dad, easily towering over him. His realization was obvious in his eyes. He was shaking a bit and his palm were fountains.

“What was that?” Simon’s eyes furrowed downwards, eyes looking down at him. You stood up and pressed Simon’s chest. Slightly pushing him back. “Enough..it’s fine.”

After signing paper. You took your baby back to the car. Schools nowadays have a no fighting policies yet never enforce it correctly and your son has become a victim to it. Walking back to the car, your son held your hand.

“Mama?” He spoke up softly. You hummed at him. Little hiccups erupted his eyes watery and soft. “A-are you and daddy mad at me? I-I didn’t meant to! I just wanted to protect my friend..” Simon bent down to his level. Holding his face. You follow along, holding his hand.

“You did a good thing today son. I’m very proud of you.” He says, voice soften and less harsh. His walls crumble when he sees his son. He sees himself in him. He’s trying to become what his own father can’t achieve.

“You know what? Ice creams on me yeah? Someone as strong as you deserves it.”

Your son’s face lit up as he grabbed his father, clinging closely to him. “Really?!”

“Really.”

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MDNI 18+

overstimulated reader x “we are not stopping” simon riley

mentions of: vaginal sex, overstimulation

simon had you pressed down on the mattress, your knees up to your chest as his cock plunged into your soppy hole. “si! it’s too deep,” you whined as you tried to push him away slightly, his grip harsh on your hips, his thrust animalistic. the room was filled with small pathetic moans and whines that seeped out of your mouth, choking on your own breath as simon knocked the air out of your lungs. a low chuckle escaped his mouth, watching the way your eyes rolled back as you babbled mindlessly.

“fucked yer brains out luvie? we’ve barely started.”

he loved having you sprawled out for him, the way your knees buckled with each movement as sweat covered your body. “yer cunts clenchin’ around me, don’t lie and say it’s too much luvie.” simon watched the way you hiccuped slightly, your chest rising and falling as his hips slammed into yours. his fat cock abusing your cervix over and over again barely giving you a chance to recover from your last orgasm. you were completely at his mercy, your body littered with marks all over your neck, whilst simon continued to use you as his own personal flesh light.

this thumb gently brushed over your swollen clit, the roughness of his skin making you whine and arch your back. “gonna have some fun toying with this lil cunnie,” he cooed as he gently rubs it, a harsh gasp leaving your lips as he continued his ministration.

simon knew just how sensitive you were, coming in merely a few minutes.

at first it started off as playful teasing, dragging out your orgasm every so slightly just to see you crumble beneath him. then he started to get addicted to the way you sounded, the way your eyes went all hazy and how your body went completely limp. now he fucked you like a rag doll.

your aching cunt pulsed around him, gummy walls clenching around his cock as a sharp hissed left his mouth. “gonna milk this cunt dry luvie,” he whispered as he left wet kisses down your jaw and to your neck.

“gonna treat her nice and well ‘m promise.”

a shaky gasp escaped your lips, tears running down your cheek as a small whine left your mouth. “si, it’s too much ‘m sore,” a breathless protest leaving your mouth as you hiccuped, barely breathing properly as he continued to abuse your swollen cunt. you tried to crawl back, pulling a few inches away from simon’s cock before he grabbed your ankles, pulling you back and slamming the remaining inches.

“nah nah, where are you goin’ luvie? ‘m not done.”

his grip on your waist was harsh, making crescent indents as simon ensured that his cock was fitted snuggly in your warm gummy walls. “we stop when i say so yeah?”

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Okay! In the last poll everyone wanted dad!simon and his son, so that’ll hopefully be out tdy or tmrw! Hopefully today! And if anyone has any Drabble request for mk1 and cod so send them in I’ll done em when I’m finished!

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

HII! Welcome to my new and improved blog! I like to post fics here and I really just wanted to get back and do something productive on my tumblr :)) anyways! There’s more information about me and my blog! Check it out below the cut!!

Who are you?

My name is verstile or Asia. I don’t mind both! I like (as of now) mk (mortal kombat) and call of duty! (Most black ops and modern warfare!

What type of fics do you write?

I strictly only write fem/afab!reader that’s really it. I can try to make is as gender neutral as possible but majority of the time they’ll be more feminine leaning. And use she/ her pronouns but if request will use they/them :))

Do you take requests?

Yes! But, please be patient and respectful! I may not get to everyone but hopefully I do!

How do I find certain works?

If you want certain works, you can look at the tags. They’ll most likely have a certain tag. (I.e: sunshine!reader x blah blah)

Hopefully you guys enjoy my newer works!

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I decided I want to do a rebrand on my blog, since I want to post more on tumblr. I don’t know what fandom I want to write for.. I’ve been thirsty to write back on tumblr and I just don’t which fandom I wanna write for. My mind is going haywire？(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Anyways! Vote in the polls!! I have plenty of fuel for both, just conflict on what to post first! Most will probably be fluffy💔

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the debate was stupid, it truly was, but simon always gave in to your requests. you had told him you could take more than he could dish out in an attempt to get your loving boyfriend to finally rough you up the way you knew he could, his usual spanks and condescending words getting too unsatisfying for your liking, especially when you knew how much worse he could be. he tried tamping the idea down, told you you were just being silly, but you had insisted.

that’s how you ended up crying within the first ten minutes of him having you naked and sprawled across his lap, stark naked in comparison to his fully dressed body. you knew by now his hands have left bruises behind, his slaps suddenly much more painful and concentrated than usual. he was aiming for the top of your thighs and your sopping, clenching hole, and he was landing the strikes painfully right.

“see? ya’r already crying” he shook his head as you let your head hang down further, hiding your face from him as you tried staying quiet. he rubbed his fingers through your slit before pushing two of his fingers into your throbbing cunt, letting them twist and curl, spreading them and holding them like that, knowing how humiliated you’d be at being spread so wide open. “can’t even take a few slaps, can ya?”

your thighs were trying to shut, to hide your dripping, gaping hole, but his other hand was quick to force them apart, tsking at your poor attempt. “we haven’t even started”

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Housewife!Reader that doesn't care he kills people but yells at him for stepping inside the house with his blood stained boots X Slasher!Konig

The mighty Hooded Killer is getting beaten up by a wet cleaning rag and, to his surprise, isn't even that angry about it. Hell, he kinda gets your point. He dragged you from your clean and nice cottage and forced you to be his housewife, and when you actually settled into the role and started playing along, he kept dropping dead bodies all over, freshly bought carpet, and newly cleaned floors. It's not even that you care about the victims. You know better than to try and ask for mercy on their behalf. You just don't like cleaning everything all over again...especially since blood and guts is so hard to clean, and you're kind of squamish. Konig has to gruffly apologize every time a skinned tourist is running to your idle little cabin that you decorated in your own fashion and keeps pouring his body fluids on your cute little flower garden. Konig swears on his heart that he will lock the basement doors better next time...but seeing that angry look on your face is kinda hot. He kinda wants to eat you alive at this point. Or just eat you out as a way of getting his apology. You have this masked killer wrapped around your finger. If you want the victims out of the house, he will just deal with them in the open, not even bothering with the basement. If you want them confident in the basement so you won't have to hear the screams, he will make sure to put on your favorite show so you'd have something nice to listen to while he is doing his hobby in his mancave. You sometimes bring him dinner directly into the basement. Only if he washes his hands and face before eating; of course, you're not married to a fucking pig, but he stopped being moody about it after the first night spent with a cold microwave dinner instead of a hearty dish of your preparations. After that, he even let you decorate the house with as much cottagecore stuff as you wanted - although he hated how pricey all of it was. People in the cities are insane for this...but even the police don't believe that this fairy-like house is the killer cabin that all of the survivors are pointing at. Not that there are many sane survivors.

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this is how simon riley eats btw 🤭

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I’m going to be hopping onto the Viking au right now because I’m literally in love with right now lol.

The way you and Simon first meet was actually him hunting for the village weekly feast. He was dragging around his dead game, waiting to be roasted and glazed with honey. Simon stopped for a moment as he counted how many arrows he had left. One..two..ten..fifteen. He didn’t care, he was ready to go home anyways. Just a few more pigs and deers and that should enough on his part.

Meanwhile you, a girl from a smaller, lesser know village. As the cleric and medic of your village you were expected to the berries during the fall before all of the plants and berries died. Your village was very strict for that, knowing that they had a long history of men, women’s no children dying to common sickness and yet not having enough to save their unfortunate lives.

Simon started to prepare his bow as he saw a fluffy sheep graze by. And my was this sheep rather fluffy. He placed the bow carefully on the bow, drawing it back. His eyes trained closely on the sheep.

You bent and picked up the precious berries, checking if they had fungus on them. You arose from the ground to feel a slice on your face. The blood trickled down your cheek and under your chin. “Ah! W-who goes there?” You sheepishly screamed. You clutch the tiny dragged tipped with poison. Simon head rose from the log he hid behind. He finally realized he didn’t hit a sheep, but rather a pretty lady dressed in warm sheep coat. “Ma’am I apologize. I mistook you for a sheep.”

Your cheeks puffed up as you placed your hand on your hips. “A sheep! How dare you!” You huffed. You stomp softly to him, chest puffed up. “Yes, I am sorry. I can make it up to you by taking you to the feast held at my village.” He offered.

“What village are you from?” You asked, holding the basket of berries in your hands. “Spec.” He mumbled. You gasped as you realize the village name. You’ve heard of how strong their leader was and how he was able to save his village from nasty beast and greedy pillagers. “Spec! Your leader must extremely strong! I’ve heard story of you all. We’re nothing compared to yours.”

“Well, then lets go. I can show how really strong we are at the feast.” Simon quickly walked away leaving you stunned. “H-hey! Wait for me!”

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