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yawnderu · 2 days

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You can never take the military out of a man. Not when that man lost so much thanks to it, giving it his very own soul to serving the Queen and saving the world. Not a single thought about retirement ever going through Simon's head, fully accepting and embracing the idea of dying on the field, of having a warrior's death, fighting tooth and nail until someone gets lucky enough to finally put him down— until you came along.

Simon Riley is a proper lad now, well in his 50's and on his fifth year of retirement, strands of grey adorning his dark brown hair, a thin layer of fat covering his bulging muscles that seem to be getting bigger by the years, never one to stand still for too long and secretly loving the way you praise his body like he's a God.

He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, another deep moan dragging its way out of his throat at the way your hand wraps around his thick cock with a vice-like grip, your warm tongue circling his leaking tip, his salty precum mixing in with your saliva.

“Like tha', baby.” Simon whispers, his hand wrapping around a fistful of your pretty hair the moment you lick a teasing stripe over his bulbous, pink tip. His free hand quickly replaces yours— something you're too familiar with after being together for so many years, your hands resting on his thick thighs just to feel the way his muscles ripple beneath your soft palms.

“Open your mouth.” It's not an order, it's a plea, his gravelly voice becoming slightly whiny with each deep groan leaving his lips as he wanks over your face, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath he was forced to take. Your lips part with no hesitation, the warmth of your breath as your tongue pokes out of your mouth is what sends him over the edge, ropes of thick, hot cum landing in your mouth with an accuracy that could have surprised you if you weren't too busy being enthralled by your husband.

Simon looks like a fucking painting, the light coming from the ceiling giving his bulging muscles the perfect shadow, his thin lips slightly parted and a light stubble adorning his pale cheeks, half-lidded eyes staring down at you with blown pupils as he mindlessly smears his hot, creamy cum all over your face with his sensitive tip, just as enamoured as you are.

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dewinabsentia · 2 days

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we’ve talked about the ministry having a little farm but consider swiss sitting in a little shed with a bunch of baby chickens. chaotic, loud, boisterous swiss with tiny fluffy chickens sitting in his lap. he loves how small and curious they are and the little peeping noises they make when he talks to them and how they follow him when he tries to step a few feet away. someone buys him a ‘chick magnet 🐣’ shirt and he wears it as his chicken time uniform.

#this is self indulgent i just think baby chickens are so cute #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost headcanons #ghoul headcanons #ghoul hcs #nameless ghoul headcanons #swiss ghoul #swiss ghost

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revengeghoulette · 2 days

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Tatoes

Phantom: curly fries, but doesn’t discriminate, loves potatoes

Swiss: waffle fries

rain: crinkle cut fries

dew: regular stick fries

mountain: steak cut fries

cirrus: potato tornado

cumulus: sweet potato fries

aurora: wedges

copia: smileys

sunny: tatter tots

mist: loaded fries

aether: more a baked potato kind of guy

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #mist ghoulette #cardinal copia #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls headcanons #potatoes

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mactavishsgfandwife · 2 days

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"candy" by paolo nutini is so simon riley coded

"i’m a heartless man at worst, babe and a helpless one at best"

"i know you got plenty to offer, baby but i guess i’ve taken quite enough" "well, i’m some stain there on your bedsheet you’re my diamond in the rough"

"darling, i’ll bathe your skin i’ll even wash your clothes just give me some candy before i go"

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damagedghoulette · 3 days

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How come there’s barely any stories of disabled siblings of sin or new ghouls- We should have stories that are inclusive to everyone?

More underneath- please read (:

Suffer with stuff like being amputees, nerve damage, asthma, chronic pain, chronic fatigue, heart disease, deaf, blind, autistic, epilepsy, tourettes- list goes on..

Needing a walking stick?

Needing a cane to see for you?

Needing full crutches?

Needing a wheelchair?

Prompts you can use:

Being in the Infirmary with the Quintessence ghouls so much with whatever illness or disability, they try to make life as comfortable as they can for you?

A new sibling of sin who’s blind and keeps hearing people talk about ‘Ghouls and Ghoulettes’ and finally asking someone to take them to Papa to ask if they can touch their masks so they know what people mean

A papa who overhears a sibling talking to their friends ‘do you think Papa would allow a service dog?’ And he looks into it for them before slipping a note under their door later that night explaining a dog is a possibility but a ghoul could also work too?

When a new sibling of sin arrives and they only have one leg, the other being metal and the Ghouls are absolutely fascinated with it, the ghoulettes asking first because they’re bolder and the sibling explains everything

A sibling who’s chronic pain is so severe, a ghoul rushes them into the infirmary where they become close friends and helps with the sibling get over their wheelchair embarrassment thinking they’re the only one who has to use it so the ghoul takes them to meet Zephyr

(Please if you use any of these prompts credit for the idea or a link to this so people know!)

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gh0vtzb1og · 20 hours

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It’s not abusive if you like it. VENT WRITING, GHOST X FEM READER

So I decided I was gonna write something that matches me and my not so good bfs situation. My bf is playing as ghost in this and I’ll be trying to get it as realistic as possible. Me and him are online, which seems silly over the fact all this can happen but it did. But for entertainment purposes this relationship in the story will be irl.

Notes; Eating disorders, fat shaming, homophobic slurs, threats of abuse, threats of murder, toxicity, mental abuse, attempted overdose and suicide, manipulation, isolation, cheating, threats of leaving, yelling, victim blaming, playing the victim, mocking of a dead relative, abuse, etc.

This is in no way meant to be enjoyed sexually, even if it is included with a character you might find attractive. This is a real story that I am writing to get out of my system and to share my personal story.

You were walking down an empty road in the middle of October, your mind wondering to the new friend you had made, he was certainly attractive and a sweetheart to you! He was always so kind and caring towards you and never made you feel bad, I mean how could he, he was your perfect man! Always there to pick you up when you needed it the most, your heart raced when he talked to you.

You were head over heels for devil in disguise. He had this charm, always talking to you about how lonely and single he was, you felt so bad! He was such a dreamy guy, and he’d been through so much. Ghost told you about his abusive exs, the way one threatened to rape and kill him, it was fucking awful. He seemed to wrap you right up in his fingers, whispering soft ‘I love yous’ that you thought were platonic, he found it cute how you never could tell he was giving you a sign.

Ghost made you feel like you were on cloud nine, he had moved you into his home. Deciding you’d be safer there, you were always waiting for him every day to get back from work, he seemed so excited to see you. To see his pretty pretty doll. Your legs squeezed together excitedly whenever you saw him. He liked exciting you, he loved that innocent look in your eye, one that just wanted a friend. You didn’t see ghost as anything more, that was the problem, that was what ached him each night.

He always saw you texting others, you were so friendly, he hated it. If you were his lover he’d snap your phone, you didn’t need to talk to anyone? That’s why you had him! He didn’t want to house you as you texted others, you shouldn’t even look at other men. Ghost rubbed your shoulders lovingly, he’d make everyone hate you, he’d make you regret living.

“Soo I was wondering, if you’d wanna go try something out, since we’re so close.” He placed a hand on your thigh, his rough and scarred fingers brushing over your leg and up your thigh. He knew what he wanted, he was gonna get it, like it or not. He’d have you wrapped around his ring finger. Whispering soft things to you.

-

Screaming echoed throughout your shared home, the sounds of anger booming from ghosts voice and fear echoing out of yours.

“SORRY IM NOT FUCKING ABUSIVE LIKE YOU ARE?” He shouted in your face, his hand gripping your wrist to the point where he could break it. His eyes were narrowed at you, teeth grit in an uncomfortable expression. “You should’ve just overdosed that night. I wish I never fucking helped you.” He let go of your wrist, watching you stumble back with tears in your eyes. You weren’t abusive, ghost just needed you to feel awful about yourself. Recently you had made some friends, they were considered on your boyfriend’s actions and often brought them up to you. You just shook it off and responded with things like ‘that’s just how he is’ or ‘it was my fault.’

You suffered because of him, all he wanted to do was use you for his anger. A personal punching bag.

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He noticed you had gotten distant recently, scratches and scars littering your arms as you stare blankly down at your legs. He drained you of the person you were before, the one who talked to others and was happy. Now you were just an object in his home, something to place on his mantle and stare at as he sips a bourbon. You had become cold like porcelain, your body felt exhausted, empty.

Every day it felt like the same, he would tell and you’d just take it. You couldn’t defend yourself or that was abusive behavior. You watched as him and his buddies made fun of you. Prodding at your weight or at the way you looked, he smiled brightly when him and his friends uncovered each and every part of you. Watching when the words you dreaded rolled off his tongue. “She’s so damn fat, like a fuckin whale.” (Reminder guys I’m like 102 pounds idk why he was talking like that..), or “I wish she’d get herself re do, such a sight for sore eyes.” His words stung like poison, your bottom lip quivered as you sat on a couch nearby them, listening as his ego got bigger and bigger. You tried to make yourself as little as possible, if you stayed out of his way he couldn’t hurt you right?

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“Shh baby you ain’t a bad person. Bad people don’t admit their bad honey, you know that right?” Ghost murmured into your ear. He had finally broke everything you had, just letting you lay your head on his chest and mumble how bad of a person you are, how your a monster and nobody will ever love you. How your a failed mother, how you’ll never please him. “You know I didn’t mean that stuff about your weight. Or your face, you know I don’t care right?” He rubbed your back, smiling proudly as he heard your sobs of agony, you didn’t wanna be a monster. You wanted to be a good girlfriend.

“Ah ah. I know you’re hurting so bad aren’t you dear. I just need to help you become a better person don’t I hm? You’ll learn to be good, I know you will.” A kiss was placed onto your forehead as you cried into his chest, terrified of the fact you were a failed person.

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“I SHOULD FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU KNOW THAT?” He shouted, a bottle smashing against a countertop as he moved more towards you. “Get out of my fucking house. We’re done.” He grabbed your shirt and shoved you out of the nearest door, watching as you scrambled back nervously, you had nowhere else to go. You cut contact with everyone in your life because they upset him. All you knew how to do was wait by his door like a puppy. You scrambled to your feet and sat outside of it, your bruised cheek resting against the wood of the door, he was all you had.

Your hands dug into your leg as you pulled out a razor from your pocket, chewing on your lip and dragging the cold blade against your skin, watching the crimson liquid that oozed out. You always did this after he threw you out, it was a reminder to be better. That you weren’t enough nor would you ever be enough.

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Ughhh just some of the worst stories I can remember, I try my hardest to forget my experiences with him.

#cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #gh0vtzb1ogz #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #call of duty x reader #call of duty smut #simon ghost x reader #ghost headcanons #ghost x reader #ghost #simon riley headcanons #simon riley hcs

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cloudofbutterflies92 · 1 day

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Simon "Ghost" Riley is team princess Diana, you can't convince me otherwise

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod mw2 #ghost headcanons #ghost cod #cod ghost #call of duty ghost #ghost simon riley #simon riley #cod #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii

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papascelus · 2 days

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GHOULETTE HEADCANON!!

Aurora and Sunshine are siblings. The reason being that, scientifically speaking, an aurora borealis is formed from solar flares interacting with the Earth’s magnetic field and atmosphere.

Ergo, Aurora is Sunshine’s sister since they’re fundamentally made from the same source. Enjoy that little tidbit 🤭

#aurora ghoulette #nameless ghoulettes #sunshine ghoulette #the band ghost #ghost band #ghumblr #papa scelus #cardinal copia #papa iv #papa copia #ghost ghouls #nameless ghouls #if there was a wind ghoul theyd be cousins #ghoul headcanons #ghost band headcanons #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #tobias forge

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empresskylo · 5 months

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you can't convince me that simon doesn't swoon when you first start calling him by his first name.

like he's so used to being ghost to everyone. even back home, he doesn't have many people there anymore, no one to know him as simon. at most, it's the man at the local convenience store or his one nice neighbor in the apartment across from his who knows him as that. and on that rare occasion price says his real name, he feels human again.

but when he finally tells you his name, you instantly start using it instead of calling him ghost. the first time he hears it over comms, he gets this weird butterfly feeling in his stomach. he becomes so infatuated with the way you say his name.

he likes that you're the only one to call him that, just like he's the only one to call soap johnny. when someone else teases him, asking if they can call him simon too, he definitely grunts out a ‘i wouldn’t if i were you’

and whenever you call him si, he is reminded how much he fucking loves you. he gets so soft when you call him that. it's like reminding him he's not just a killer or a weapon of mass destruction. he's a person. he's your person. he's more than the mask.

#simon riley headcanons #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost #simon riley #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley fanfic #ghost fanfic #ghost headcanons #simon ghost riley headcanons #simon riley fluff #fluff #ghost fluff

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simonrileysfavteacup · 11 days

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As always, Simon stumbles into your shared apartment, sighing. He drops his gear by the door, stripping himself down to his boxers.

He walks into the living room, where the tv was on mute and a figure slept on your couch. He smiles, heading over to you, a blanket over your sleeping body. Simon stares at you for a moment before picking you up, making you stir awake.

He smiles, “Hi lovie.”

“Si?”

“‘Hats me.”

“You’re home?”

“Yup.”

“I haven’t made dinner…”

“S’ what? Pizza place down the stree’ is open.”

“But you deserve a home cooked-”

“Lovie? Why are you s’ hot?”

You blink. “What?”

“Like burnin’ hot…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Your burnin’, lovie.”

“I’m fine,” you lie, thrashing around in his arms. “I needa make dinner!”

“You’re sick?”

You don’t respond.

“Bed. Now.” That was his stern voice. His lieutenant voice. “‘m orderin’ takeout.”

“But-”

“Lovie,” he warns. “Don’t make me tie you t’ the bed. Now, stay there an’ rest.”

He leaves the room to order dinner. When he gets back, you’re fast asleep.

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You stir awake hours later, the TV in your bedroom on, Simon sitting next to you. He’s munching on a rice bowl. You groan, “My head hurts.”

“Have ya taken any meds?” You shake your head. He holds out a bite of his food to you. You accept it happily. “Got them rice pla’ers you love so much.”

“Thank you. I can never get old of them.”

“You should.”

“I love you so much, but I haven’t gotten old of you.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re gone take some meds after eatin’, ‘kay?”

You nod. “Love you, Si.”

“Love you too, lovie.”

#simon riley #ghost imagine #ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #simon riley cod #cod #simon #ghost mw2 #ghost #ghost headcanons #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfic

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euno11a · 2 months

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my mind is so in the gutter…

imagine that you’re more quiet in bed, like, very minimal moans and sounds. So when Ghost finally has you in bed and he’s fingering you, eating you out and all that jazz, he gets a little worried when you don’t make sounds.

“Does it not feel good, love?”

you instantly shut down those thoughts of his, cupping his face and saying that it feels so fucking good, you just aren’t a noisy person when it comes to sex.

ghost takes this as a challenge in some sense, increasing his speed of his fingers pumping in and out of you, flicking his tongue on your clit quickly and substituting his fingers for his tongue every now and again.

he was determined to make you moan for him so he could hear your pretty ass sounds. When he finally makes you a moaning and whimpering mess, you smirks, keeping that pace up, making you scream his name as you squirt all over his face and chest.

“Every time I fuck this tight pussy, I want you to tell me what feels good. I will not stop until I have you a moaning and screaming mess, love.”

#ghost headcanons #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #ghost fanfiction #ghost smut #ghost x reader #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty fanfic

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ch1n1tahwrites · 17 days

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Ghost loosing his ring

blurb

its rushed, i know

he was just coming back from a long mission, awaiting to be in his wifes arms in his big comfy bed.

Normally Simon would have his ring on a necklace just so that way it wouldn't fall off.

But before the mission the chain broke, he didn't think much of it so he just put it on his finger. The ring wasn't too loose so he didn't think it would really fall off

As he's walking to get his bag, he reaches for his ring, he didn't feel it. Where was it? How could be loose it?

he starts to look around everywhere. maybe it fell in his bag, maybe it fell on the ground around him.

No it didn't. he had to have lost in during the stupid mission.

He starts to panic. it was his engagement ring. his ONLY engagement ring. he couldn't loose it, it meant too much to him.

As he starts to drive home, hes trying to recall his steps. trying to find out if maybe just maybe he just misplaced it.

before he walks in the home that he and she shared, he keeps looking, keeps hoping to find it.

He couldn't find it . the love of his life gave him a ring and now he can't find it.

He started to tear up, getting frustrated. Then he hears the front door open, her frame standing in front of him, eyebrows furrowed.

"Babe what are you doing?" she asked in confusion.

She walks to him and hugs him, missing him the same way he missed her. only to see his eyes watery and his nose stuffy

"Si, are you okay?"

"I lost the ring"

she giggles

"Oh hunny, we can go get another band babe"

his eyes only start to water more.

"I want the one i had before"

she giggles again, his tone making her think about an tiny kid throwing a fit over a lost toy.

She grabs his hand "How about we go sleep and think about buying you two rings, one for work and the other for home?"

He nods his head.

This was the time that she saw how much she meant to him. The simon Riley was so worked up about loosing his ring. she giggles at the mere thought. The big burly man crying in her arms.

It was safe to say that they went to the jewelery store the next day to get the man his bands.

UGH i love the thought of emotional Simon

#cod mw2 #ghost #ghost cod #ghost fanfiction #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost smut #simonn riley blurb #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost mw3 #cod x reader #ghost fluff #ghost x you #ghost call of duty #simon riley headcanons #ghost blurb #ghost headcanons

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callmemickey · 8 months

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Simon Riley fucks intensely and passionately. He doesn’t grab your hair, or spit on your face, or cause you physical pain - my man’s has openly admitted to dealing with violent thoughts/dreams against women and wanting to be better. He might get rough if he’s stressed or angry, but he won’t be, like, throat fucking you for example. Sorry. I just can’t see it. He can be fast, but I don’t think he’s gonna be hardcore or degrading. I think if he gets the mask on, he miiiight be a little more… forthcoming.

Simon Riley finds sex to be the highest level of trust, love, and vulnerability. Don’t expect him to be a quick or easy lay. If he wants you intimately, this is the biggest honor you would ever receive from him. Maybe before he was tortured he would’ve been quicker to engage, but the Simon we know now? Yeah, you gotta work.

Simon Riley… ohhhhh he’s always asking you: “is that alright, love?” “that feel good?” “ahhhh, yeah, you’re a good girl, aren’tcha?” If you’re not feeling it, he’s not feeling it. he wants to make sure you’re into it 100%. the moment you grunt, wince, or groan in pain, he’s stopping to check up on his lovie. he just radiates Soft Dom energy to me (and I want him so bad). Simon loves to see you get all flustered, too. When you beg for him (and you’re a good girl) he will give you anything and everything you want.

Simon Riley being a Soft Dom… mmm, delicious. I love to imagine him praising and worshipping: “ahh fuck, i’ve missed my girl’s pussy” “so proud of you, taking my cock so well” “you want to be a good girl for me, don’tcha?” “you’re so beautiful when you struggle to fit me” if you’re engaged with him romantically, you’re his everything - man’s invested his entire soul and well-being into you. With that being said, throw him some praise, too! He’ll melt and become putty in your hands; he’ll do anything for you. Tell him how you were made for his cock, that nobody else makes you feel like he does, how you’re sooo good - but only for him. He’s definitely possessive of you - not in a red flag kind of way, but when you talk about how you’re his and only his… whew.

Simon Riley wants to see your face when you two are having sex. Anything missionary, missionary adjacent, cowgirl, it doesn’t matter, just let this man look at you! He doesn’t crave it, he needs it. Eye contact is so intimate, and if you’re shy and can’t maintain it? Ohhh, he’s gonna have fun. “eyes here, love” “don’t cover your face/close your eyes - i want to watch you cum” “you were just begging for my cock, don’t get all shy now” “be a good girl and look at me” he’s either coming inside or on your tummy/chest. preferably? inside.

Simon Riley prefers having a good session as opposed to a quickie. He likes doing things in the privacy of your shared home (because then you can be loud and cry his name as you cum on his cock for the 4th time 🤭). Sometimes, he’ll be desperate though, and this is when he gets a lil impatient. Like this one time, he went with you to your family’s Christmas party while being on leave for only a week, and he needed you. That man took you in the bathroom and railed you so hard you couldn’t leave for 15 minutes until you could stand without shaking (also not me writing this rn).

Simon Riley, upon specific request, will wear the mask in bed. Honestly, don’t expect this for a while, however. The mask serves as his identity - his separation from you. This will take a lot of courage on his behalf as you’re wanting to bring in something containing his countless sins and crimes into such an intimate situation. Like I said!!! It takes a while to get him this comfortable. Try to rush the process and you’re missing out on some pretty intense and animalistic fucking. It’s a rare time you can expect a more vicious kind of dirty talk from him: “fuckin’ hell, you like being a dirty little slut, huh?” “that pretty little face of yours deserves to be fucked” “your pussy was made for me” “shut up and keep taking it like a good girl should” “ahh, begging for my cock like the needy little slut you are”

Simon Riley loves aftercare, and he makes sure you feel loved during that time. Sweet Angel, we don’t deserve him. Massages, baths, checking on you emotionally and mentally, he’ll make you dinner, put on your favorite movie, and relax with you while he showers you with unconditional love and adoration. He’s obsessed with you. Get over it.

#simon riley x you #Simon Riley #cod mw2 #Simon ghost Riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #ghost x you #headcanon #ghost headcanons #simon riley headcanons

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mactavishsgfandwife · 1 month

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Simon Riley who bleaches his hair. (inspired by this)

There’s a weird smell in your flat. And no, for once, it’s not your boyfriend’s awful British ‘cooking’.

"Simon? You there?" you call out, kicking your shoes off and hanging your jacket up by the door.

"M’here," he calls back, occupied. The cat is sitting on the sofa, looking very unimpressed with his dad’s antics.

"Do you-" you turn a corner to see your boyfriend, staring into the bathroom mirror a little too intensely. One of those hair-colouring brushes is in his hand, painting a slightly blue-tinted paste over his short hair.

"Hey, sweetheart." Hr doesn’t turn from the mirror, but it’s clear that he’s struggling to hide the grin on his face as you catch him red-handed. Bleach-handed.

Simon bleaches his hair? It’s not naturally that colour? Not really knowing what to say, you just stand there and laugh a little, before stepping closer to investigate what he’s doing. He’s laid out all the products in no particular order, by the sink.

"Can y’get the back of my head?" he groans, turning his head in the mirror in an attempt to see how much of it he’s covered.

"Sure." You nod, standing on a chair to get a good vantage point over him.

"Missed a spot, Si," you coo, filling in the little section just above his nape that is not covered by the bleach, and lean to kiss his head, before deciding that that might not be a great idea. Instead, you hop down, and with his strong arms around you, reach up to give him a proper kiss.

"Thanks, love," he grins, not-so-subtly checking himself out in the mirror.

"This stuff stinks," you whine, giggling at this new hairstylist development.

thanks for reading! i was randomly inspired :3 i’m working through my requests atm, but they’re still open! check out my masterlist!

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yujivrs · 9 months

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* IT’S TOO MUCH

drabbles. their reaction to you saying it won’t fit.

contains. ghost and konig / praise, size kink, dacryphilia, degradation.

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it’s in times like these where konig is soft and praising. his large body hovering over your own as he shushes you, hands gripping your hips while he rubs small soothing circles against your skin.

“of course, it will, sweetheart.” he mumbles out as he eases his thick cock into you, slowly making you take more of him.

he’ll never admit it, but loves that you’re a little crybaby. something about the way your eyes are glossed over as you sniffle and squirm, barely coherent when he’s only halfway inside of you gets him off.

“see, you’re doing so well.”

you’re such a good girl for him, always so eager to please and desperate to be praised, you can’t really blame him for wanting to spoil you.

but then again konig can only hold back for so long, his shallow thrusts into your compliant little cunt only makes it harder for him to hold back anf it doesn’t take long for him to lose control and bottom out into you, “fuck— y’always feel so good, don’t you?”

“that’s it, relax, take it all…”

ghost is teasing. i mean, what kind of guy doesn’t get even a little bit cocky after hearing you say something like that?

“come, don’t tell me that’s all you can take?” the sudden sharp slap on your ass has you sinking further down onto him, and he’s already filling you up so deep.

he bites his bottom lip in anticipation as he watches your thighs shake and your body quiver. he knows it won’t take long for you to ask him for help, and you do it so sweetly every time, when you finally break he’ll happily flip you over and take control, bullying his cock into your waiting pussy.

but for now, he plays the long game, curious to see what you’ll do next. i mean, he has to let his girl play after all.

so, he lays there. watching you with hooded eyes and his arms behind his neck, very whine escaping your pretty plush lips making his smirk grow. “strugglin’ there, darling?”

he thrusts his hips up impatiently, making you take him all the way into your little tummy.

“finally, now, you gonna let me fuck you or should i let you keep thinking you’re in charge?”

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dashofghost · 2 months

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SUNDAY

or, Simon Riley can't stop praising you. minors dni.

➻ Simon Riley, whose favorite sex position is secretly missionary because then he can see your pretty face. His hands are all over you, and he's got a pretty blush on his face.

"God, I fucking love these," he sighs, cupping your breasts, fighting the urge to bury his face between them. Sometimes he does, but he instead sucks a nipple into his mouth.

➻ Simon props your hips up on a pillow before he slowly opens your legs with a drawn out groan. He's seen you naked a thousand times before, but he still blushes as he tilts your hips up.

"Pretty fucking pussy," he groans, head lolling back. He drags two fingers up your slit, licking your slick off his fingers. His moans join yours as he rubs your clit, fingers rubbing your walls in all the right ways. "Fuck, perfect girl, makin' a mess all over my hand," he gasps out, his left hand cupping one of your breasts. Your thighs squeeze around his hand and he wishes they were around his head.

➻ Simon's accent gets thick when he's lost in pleasure, when you're moaning in his ear and leaving red lines down his back. You're a hazy mess, a blush from all the consistent praise staining your cheeks. Simon's eyes roll back as your thighs close around his hips.

"Fuckin' missed you sweetheart, love you, love your fucking perfect pussy, she's squeezing me so tight, shit-" You bite down on his shoulder, your thighs starting to shake around his waist. He rubs your clit faster, downing in the slick sounds emanating from where your bodies connect. "Cum, god, fucking cum for me, angel," he's so close, he can taste it on the back of his tongue, "pretty girl, good girl, you're so pretty when you cum-"

➻ His own orgasm cuts him off, and he pulls you close, your arms looped around his neck. He trembles through the aftershocks until his arms give out and he collapses on top of you.

It's his favorite way to start a Sunday morning, after all.

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