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thefloorisbalaclava · 1 year

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Aight I neeeeed more size kink stuff with ghost, I don’t have a specific idea in mind I’m just pathetic

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader words: 751 warnings: SMUT [thigh riding, size difference/kink, simon gives off some dom vibes here]

a/n: ain't gonna lie to y'all, i listened to some audio this morning and dude was talking about thigh riding, so that's the only thing on my mind rn. enjoy

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Simon cages you in with his arms, and you blink up at him, breathing heavily. A sly little smirk appears on your face, but he pretends not to see it.

Or, instead, he ignores it to focus on something else.

There has always been something inside of him that reacts when he notices just how small you are to him, mostly in height. He towers over you easily, even more so when you kneel for him.

He thinks he might break you one day, but you’ve proven yourself tougher than some may think. You can handle him. And even when you can’t, you never want him to stop.

“What’s so funny, little girl?” he finally asks, and bite your lip. Without a word, you reach up and put your hands on his forearms. You don’t even try to wrap your hands around them because he knows you can’t, but just seeing how small your hands are compared to his forearms has him taking a deep breath beneath his balaclava.

“Nothing,” you tell him innocently.

“Hm,” he grunts, moving one hand and bringing it to your cheek. He could cover your entire face with one hand and your neck, well, his hand fit as well as any necklace.

He drags his thumb along your lips before pushing it into your mouth. You take it eagerly, biting down gently.

“You like when I make you feel small, love?” he asks, slowly pumping his thumb in and out of your mouth. “Nah…” He pulls his thumb out in favor of slipping two of his fingers in your mouth.

You make a small sound, and he chuckles.

“Too much?” he asks. He slowly slides his thigh between your legs.

“Mm mm,” you mumbled around his fingers, shaking your head.

“Nothing’s too much for my girl, is it?” He presses his thigh up against your crotch. He takes his fingers from your mouth and then uses his hands to pin your hands against the wall as he rubs his thigh against you even harder.

“Look at that. Look how I can use just one of my hands to pin your wrists.” He moves one hand away to show you. “God…the size of you…,” he groans.

“Simon,” you whimper.

“Go on…” He has you on your tiptoes from pressing his thigh between your legs. “Use me. No hands, though.” He glances up at your wrists stuck under his hand.

You grind your pussy against his thick thigh and close your eyes. Simon uses his free hand to grab your face, and you open your eyes.

“Eyes stay on me, love.” He presses his forehead to yours, eyes boring into yours.

“K-Kiss me,” you whine. He moves in, but only the material of his balaclava touches your lips. You can almost make out the shape of his lips through the fabric, so you kiss back reluctantly.

“I’ll give you a proper one once you finish,” he says before looking down at you struggling to move along his thigh. He lets go of your wrists, and your arms fall limply to your sides.

Suddenly, he grabs your hips and, with an almost painful grip, begins to slide you back and forth on his thigh.

“I can move you however I want, can’t I?”

You nod, pouting slightly as the pleasure overwhelms you.

“Aw, is someone not getting her way?” he teases, sliding you back and forth faster. Your toes are barely touching the floor now. Your body starts to tense as you feel the orgasm washing over you. You grab his arms to keep yourself steady, which only eggs him on. Your small fingers dig into the skin of his arms as you cry out for him, your thighs trembling against his.

You rest your head against his chest weakly. The only thing keeping you upright is his thigh and his hands at your hips.

“Good girl,” he says sweetly. He finally pulls the balaclava up and off and kisses you.

“That…was so…unfair,” you say between kisses and catching your breath.

“How do you think it feels when you tease me, hm?” He smiles against your lips when you roll your eyes. As a warning, he presses his thigh between your legs.

You hiss. “Sorry, sorry, sorry! Fuck!”

“Down you get.” He pats your ass as he stands up straight and lets your feet touch the floor again. “Can you stand?” he teases.

“Fuck you, Simon.”

“I was hoping that would happen next,” he says, and you both chuckle.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cass answers #call of duty modern warfare II

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blackbat09 · 4 months

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Hiii, may I request Fae or Eldritch Zedaph ?

fun fact! iii love fae. sososo much. here's a little s8 zed!

“You know, you never gave me your name when you were in for testing.” Tango barks a sharp laugh, not even bothering to turn from the candle shelf he's restocking, and Zedaph huffs and pouts at his back. Having friends is the worst. “Sure, yeah, I'll get right on that,” Tango chuckles, finishing off a shelf of red and moving on to the next. It's impressive, or maybe a bit silly, that he runs a shop with so much wax, considering his temperament, and temperature, but Zed isn't gonna tell a man how to conduct his business, at least not when he doesn't want to pick a fight. “That actually work on anybody you brought in to dissect?” “They weren't dissections!” Zed protests, trying his best to dodge around the question, which is when Tango does turn to fix him with an unimpressed look, red eyes uncomfortably piercing as always. He grinds his teeth a little before admitting, “And it worked on Beef.” Tango scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns away. “Yeah, 'cuz that woulda been a hard sell. The guy up to his eyeballs in debt to the Evil Emporium? Surely he's not peddling his name out to the first schmuck that asks, tryna get outta nothing or nothing.” Which, look, Zed can't say he's wrong - but it's rude of him to downplay Zed's masterful trickery and name acquisition skills. Beef had been a good experiment! He did good! “You know Horse Head Farms's probably already got him, too. You ready to handle whoever comes knocking with his John Hancock, looking for name rights?” He knocks a hoof against Tango's floor, leaving a scuff that he knows will irritate the blazeborn, serves the jerk right. “My labs inspire fear and awe in other Hermits, I'll have you know. No one would dare come asking for what belongs to me.” All it earns him is another mocking snort of laughter, and Zed leaves Copper and Candles in a huff. He thinks he'll go put another stupid hat on Tango's cave troll. Just for a start.

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#zedaph #zedaphplays #hermit fanon swap #hc fanon swap #fanon swap #cass answers #my fics #ambroise-framboise

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same-pic-of-callisto-everyday · 2 months

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What if ALIENS? 🛸👽

I can neither deny nor confirm that I have extraterrestrial life inhabiting my or any of my associates’ surfaces.

(But really though, what if aliens?)

#Cass answers

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caspertheghostguy · 8 months

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Hi cass :] I’ve missed you!! How are you? <3

Hi lird!! I’ve missed you too!!! I’ve been meaning to reach out <333 I’m doing alright. Mostly working this summer and hiding in my room lol. How are you??

#cass answers #lird

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narwhalcasserole · 3 months

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Can I get Lightning McQueen, but as an autobot transformer, but he's leaking human blood, and stomping on my gay heart. All happening at tea-time ?

#non art post #Cass answers

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ner-runi · 7 months

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HEY HELLO HOWDY!!! For the ask game: swear/swore

Karrde my beloved!!

SO here's the thing... I went through every WIP that I had (and @writingbylee can attest to this) and I never, not even once use the word swear or swore.

In lieu of that I present to you A swear word?

This is from the upcoming chapter of Forged by War:

“Fuck,” Kix moans quietly, “That certainly helps.”

#cass answers #abd: fbw #bryx

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sweaterstitches · 2 years

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"magic is the willful consideration, preparation, action, and cleanup we all do in our daily lives. magic is finding meaning in the mundane, energy in the earth beneath your feet, solace in the sky."

Is this an original quote from you? I want to add it to my junk journal pls <3 I'll credit you!

yes! thank you! 💛✨

everything in that post is mine except for the mary oliver quotes!

#cass answers

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reads4hotch · 1 year

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Hey! Do you have plans to write a second part for little crush?

tbh i don't know!! it was part of a series i'm currently writing but since i changed parts of the plot "little crush" ended being left out and that's why i post it, but if i do it could be a 3 part as it was originally intended for this part of the story :3 thanks for asking and for all the love<3<3

#cass answers

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ashoss · 3 months

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I love how you draw cass. Can we get more of her and Tim being sibs?

ahh thank u!!! and yes u absolutely can

#best duo #tim drake #red robin #cassandra cain #cass cain #black bat #batgirl #batfamily #batfam #batman #dc comics #dc fanart #illustration #ash's doodlings #ash answers

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sunlightsshadow · 1 year

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dont cry. migey way

Migey Fuckin Way

#cass speaks #cass answers #mcr #damian💜

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thefloorisbalaclava · 1 year

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I just read your "love on the brain" and it was quite amazing 😭 as well as the one where Simon lent his hoodie... any chance we could get a spicy part two to the hoodie one🥺 keep up the good work 😭🫶🏽🫶🏽

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader

warnings: SMUT [unprotected sex, size difference, oral sex, slight choking, woman on top, missionary, aftercare]

a/n: thanks so much for reading, anon! here's your spicy part two!

[part one]

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You aren’t sure what comes over you, but you find yourself walking out of your room to walk the few steps to Simon’s. Before you can even knock, the door swings open, and you jump back with your fist still in the air.

“H-Hi,” you stammer, looking up into coffee-brown eyes.

Simon looks left, right, then down at you. “You all right?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe. He takes up most of the doorway.

“No. Well, yes. I think so?” You scoff at yourself.

“Which one is it, love?” he asks with an amused tone.

“I’m okay, but I am feeling a little cold,” you say slowly, blinking at him.

“Oh, I see.” He moves out of the doorway and then jerks his head towards his room to tell you to come in.

“Oh…okay.” You walk in and look around as he roots around his closet for the hoodie.

“Simon, have you ever shown any of the guys your face?” you ask suddenly. He stops what he’s doing and turns to look at you.

“It was a long time ago,” he confesses, “Why?”

You shrug. “I wonder what you look like under there sometimes. Not that it matters or anything….” Suddenly, he’s walking towards you, and your words fade away.

“What do you think I look like?” he asks. He’s holding the hoodie, but you don’t even realize it.

“Blond, maybe. Dirty blond…”

“Hm, what makes you think that?”

“Your…your eyelashes,” you say.

“You’ve noticed my eyelashes?” When he says it like that, it does sound a bit strange.

“I…yes. I notice many things…about you.” You look up at him again. “Sorry. That was weird to say, wasn’t it?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Okay, good,” you sigh. You take the hoodie from him, your fingers brushing his. You both look at each other. “Thanks…”

You turn and walk to the door, then stop. “Si—” When you turn back, he’s right there, and his balaclava is pulled over his lips.

“Yeah?” He’s so close, and his lips look so soft. “Come here,” he breathes, pulling you by the back of your neck into a kiss. You whimper and press against him, standing on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss. He pulls away, leaving you breathless.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he teases. “Do you like kissing me?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“Come get another, love.” He smirks as he leans in and allows you to initiate the kiss.

“It ain’t right, you tasting so good,” he says when you pull away to catch your breath.

“I…” Before you can finish your thought, he’s kissing you again, and this time you moan. You didn’t know you were moving until your back hit the door.

“Tell me what you really want,” he says, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “What are you here for?”

“You,” you breathe.

“Not the hoodie?” he asks, and you shake your head. He takes it from you and lets it fall to the ground. He traps you between his arms and looks down at you.

“Are we gonna have sex?” you ask suddenly.

“Is that what you want?” he asks.

You nod. “Yes.”

“Show me,” he says, and you immediately drop to your knees. Your hands fly to his sweatpants, yanking them down as if you couldn’t get them off fast enough.

You smile when you see he is wearing boxer briefs. You were right about that.

You were also right about what was in the boxer briefs. You pull his underwear down slowly and almost gasp when he springs free—your mouth waters. He is looking down at you, tilting his head when you look up.

Without a word, you spit on his cock, and he grunts quietly. “Fuck, do that again.” He strokes himself a few times before you spit again.

“Now, ask for permission to suck my cock,” he says, stroking himself slowly.

You look up at him innocently. “May I please suck your cock, Simon?”

“How do you ask that with such an innocent look on your face?” he asks, tilting his head. “Go on.”

When you wrap your lips around him, he stumbles back slightly as if he felt the earth move.

“Jesus,” he gasps, “I’ve imagined it, but this…this is so much better.”

Hearing the effect you had on him makes you even more eager to please, so after a few slow bobs of your head, you take him as deep as you can, and his mouth drops open slowly.

“Oh…fuck!”

You pull away, thinking you may have done something wrong.

“No, no…it’s fine. I just…it’s been a while,” he confesses before placing a hand on the back of your head. “Carry on, love.”

You look into his eyes and take him into your mouth again. You play with his balls as you suck his cock.

“Wait…wait,” he breathes. “Don’t wanna finish too soon. Get up here.”

You stand, and he begins to undress you. You watch his hands move expertly, and it makes you smile.

“On the bed. Spread your legs nice and wide for me.” He nods towards the bed, and you climb on. You prop yourself up on your elbows and spread your legs slowly. He climbs on eagerly, immediately putting his head between your legs.

His face is right there, but he doesn’t do anything—he looks. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he says, and heat rises to your face.

He gives your pussy a few tentative licks to see how you react then there’s no stopping him. He is devouring you. He keeps his eyes on you for as long as he can, but eventually, his eyes close in pleasure as if he is eating a home-cooked meal after not having one for a long time.

He was starving.

He pulls away, breathing heavily. “This pussy…God…” is all he says before spitting on it and sliding two fingers inside you. You hiss, and he looks up at you.

“Don’t know how I’m gonna fit,” he tells you. His fingers graze your g-spot, and you cry out.

“Simon,” you moan.

“No, I don’t want you to cum like this. I want you to cum on my cock. I want to feel it.” He makes his way up to where you are and lies down.

“What now?” you breathe.

“You…on top,” he says, “That way, you can control the pace and how much you can take.”

“Okay…” You sit up, and he helps you climb on top of him.

“You nervous?” he asks, and you nod. “It’s all right, love. Take your time.”

You lean in. “Can I kiss you again, Simon?”

“’ Course,” he says, and he lets out a small moan as your lips touch his. You keep your hands on his chest for balance when you sit up. You adjust yourself as he holds his cock still for you.

“Take your time,” he says again, voice trembling.

You lower yourself slowly, feeling the tip slip in, already stretching you. You bite your lip and lower yourself a little more.

“Fuck,” you whimper, your nails digging into his chest. “So fucking big, Lieutenant.”

He grabs your ass with both hands and spreads your cheeks as he helps you slide onto him inch by inch.

Before long, he is almost entirely inside you. You both are sweaty and breathless, but you want this more than anything. In a move that surprises him, you take him the rest of the way by yourself. You call out, and he grunts loudly.

“What the fuck are you doing, love?” he asks, voice strained.

“Riding… you,” you tell him before moving your hips in slow circles.

“Ah, just like that…” he moans, “Just. Like. That. Taking me so well.”

“Yeah?” Your hands stay on his chest, and you realize how small they look compared to his broadness. Subconsciously, you begin to move faster, the initial sting turning into something pleasurable.

“Such a good girl riding my cock like this. Are you gonna cum for me?” he asks, and you nod.

“Y-Yes, Simon.”

“Don’t stop saying my name.” Now, he starts controlling you, his hands on your ass, moving you up and down at his own pace. Each time you came down, your clit brushed against his pubic hair, which gave you just the friction you needed to…

“Simon…I’m gonna cum…I can’t…I-I-I…”

“Let go, love. Let me feel you.”

Your nails dig and scratch at his chest as your eyes roll back, and you begin to cum on him. Your body jerks on top of him, and your arms nearly give out.

“Look at the mess you made,” he says, and you come back to earth.

“Sorry,” you say weakly, and he chuckles.

“That doesn’t need an apology.” He carefully lowers you to the bed and nestles himself between your legs. “May I?” he asks.

“Please, Simon.” You whimper as he thrusts into you again. He keeps a slow pace, but each thrust is hard and deep. You reach up and put both of your hands around his neck. He makes a sound you have never heard before as his eyes roll back into his head.

He liked it.

You squeeze just a little, and he fucks you faster.

“Gonna cum inside you,” he says. “Gonna…cum…” He brings himself closer to you, covering you with his body and pressing you into the mattress. He buries his face into your neck and sniffs.

“Smell so fuckin’ good, love. Ah, shit!” You wrap your arms around him as he cums with three hard thrusts that make his headboard slam against the wall.

He stays on top of you for a moment, kissing your neck before gently kissing your lips.

“You all right?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You smile. He gives you one more kiss before rolling off you and staring at the ceiling. He gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom before returning to you. You notice that he picks up the hoodie on his way back.

He cleans you off, taking care to be gentle between your legs.

“Here,” he says, handing you the hoodie. “My room can get a little cold at night.”

“Thank you.” If that is his way of asking you to stay, you’ll take it. You put the hoodie on and curl up against him.

“It’s yours for however long you want it,” he says quietly before kissing your forehead.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty fic #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare II #cass answers #Anonymous

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blackbat09 · 4 months

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perhaps an avian tango?

(with the addition of flutterfly jim for fun - incorporates some of my personal headcanons about how jimmy's species gets handled server to server!)

There's a certain learning curve to joining a new server that Jimmy is pretty familiar with. Butterfly isn't what he expected from Double Life - Grian tends to like giving him feathers, be it chicken or canary - but he can't say he fully minds. Wings are comfortable enough, even if his vision is well strange, and nothing, so far, seems to be giving him too much trouble in ways he's can't deal with. It'll be consistent the whole game, after all, so he's got time to adjust. What he can't deal with quite as well is the ticks of damage being taken by his soulmate. Panic clutches him and his new wings flare in an instinctive motion, a flicking wingbeat that does nothing to stave off pain pain pain and then - Jimmy jolts back to life with a gasp, the world whirling in technicolor around him, and he groans, clutching his head as he shuts his eyes in a feeble attempt to mitigate a respawn headache. It only half-works - without the colors to distract him, he can finally pay attention to the onslaught of smells, earth and dew and plants and, oddly, enough, fire. The wind curls past his antenna and Jimmy smells smoke, so acrid and close that his eyes snap open again in an effort to find the blaze some madman's already decided to set. What catches his eye is Tango, curled over the comm on his wrist, tapping out a message that pings on Jimmy's own comm but goes ignored as he watches Tango give a weak, half-sobbed laugh and bury his face in his hands. That explains the smell of smoke, then - but the usual bob of blaze rods around him is different, Jimmy squinting to make sense of what he sees, parse his chromashifted world in a way he hadn't bothered when they first spawned in. Seven streaks of what he can only call light halo Tango's head, their glow illuminating feathers among his usual half-ablaze mane. He's got wings, which, unless Jimmy's been rather stupid the past few games, are a new addition, and, when he makes another weak sound, it's half-crowed - and Jimmy finds his wings flicking out again at the sound of birdcry, something he doesn't bother fighting as he approaches. ”What happened, Tango?“ When he lifts his head, his eyes go wide, and Jimmy can't tell if it's his own vision or if Tango's eyes are properly different than they usually are, but Tango's grand wings flare in answer, a sharp cry tearing from his mouth as he scrambles back from Jimmy's display, cutting off abruptly into embarrassed laughter. ”Uh - hi! Hi.“ He trills softly, wings curling in around his shoulders, and Jimmy feels his face soften, his own wings pinning back - he may not be a bird now, but he knows these mannerisms, knows surrender and apology and defeat. “I'm so sorry.” Jimmy resists the urge to say it back - Tango is something strange and unfamiliar, probably because of code meant for him, mucked around by being soulmates, but they don't have time for more guilt right now. Instead, he gentles his voice, offers his new partner a smile. “Take me through it, what's happened there?”

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#tangotek #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #team rancher #hermit fanon swap #cass answers #my fics #strifetxt #fanon swap

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