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exist4me · 1 year
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Random Ghost Headcanons 💀💖
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Author’s notes: Just wrote this headcanon to procrastinate from studying for finals. I miss writing so enjoy. (I don’t own the gif)
word count:310 or so.
content warning: food mention.
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Simon’s favourite pastime is watching you. When you're dancing while washing dishes, cooking a meal, or just humming to a song. He just likes to look at you and admire the way you move. When insomnia hits him late at night, he just sits in bed gazing at your peaceful face til sunrise. After a long deployment, he does this often.
He’s not known for being a good cook or baker but there is one meal that he makes the best. SHEPHERD’S PIE. He doesn’t cook it as often but that is what makes it even more special when he does. He brags about it all the time to the 141. Soap had to beg him to experience his specialty.
Simon likes to clean. He hates to see a dirty house. He keeps his room on the base and your guys’ home spotless. He surprisingly loves air fresheners. You bought them home one day, and he was obsessed with them.
If anyone asks Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley hates reality tv. Although he watches all of your favourites with him. Love is Blind, The Real Housewives of Atlanta, Too Hot To Handle, Bachelor/Bachelorette, and Love Island. He’s never missed one episode with you. Unfortunately, when he’s deployed you don’t watch without him, and avoiding spoilers is a challenge. He watched an episode without you once, and you didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day. He made it up to you though. You made him apologize to you like those guys in Love Island.
Ghost is weirdly good at Uno. He’s crazy competitive when it comes to that game. Don’t you dare give him a 2+ or 4+ card. He’d pout for the entire game while plotting his revenge.
Simon Riley has a sweet tooth. It’s a problem. ( A/N: Don’t ask I will not elaborate. He just does).
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bimbodoggie · 1 year
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dilf!simon riley who’s face was in between your thighs after he called you over to watch his precious girls, “we can do this all night, your choice…but i do know those girls love you” he said in between kisses on your plush thighs, “what do you say baby how about you stay here with me? i’ll make you feel good every night..maybe make you a mommy?” his mouth attached to your begging cunt making you whimper in embarrassment, your tear glazed eyes met his dark soulless ones, one nod was all you gave him, but he knew you wanted it as much as he did.
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babeyvenus · 1 year
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Nurse and Care
Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!black!Reader
TW: Nothing but fluff and a child
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1/?
After a semi-successful mission, you and the 141 squad were exhausted.
Missions usually didn't take longer than three days but being on constant edge and finishing up your tasks were no easy accomplishment.
"We need to camp somewhere.", Soap grunts out. You, Soap, Ghost and Alejandro leaned against trees, watching from a distance from your previous destructive position.
Each of you were scraped up, some a little more damaged than the others, but otherwise still standing.
You looked around, recognizing a familiar tree line past a hill and smiled a bit. "I got somewhere we can stay. C'mon.", you nodded your head and led them to a house big enough for a family of 6.
You ducked down, signaling them to do the same as you led them through a silent neighborhood to avoid questions. It was only hard because of Soap's constant questioning.
Ghost and Alejandro had to glare at him to shut him up, but he was just as curious.
Sneaking them in the backyard was the easy part.
Walking them up to the back door, you found a spare key in the plant pot next to the door and opened it. Peeking your head in, you looked around, finding the kitchen empty and walked inside.
The men cautiously walked in, looking around. Ghost took in the smell of coffee. It was bitter. He would've liked it if he wasn't in discomfort.
There was a shelf that held containers of Folgers coffee. They didn't look open, but he could smell them.
He watched as you looked around, finding the living room. He tensed up as you let out a patterned, cautious whistle.
A couple of seconds, they waited until they heard small, thumping footsteps. They got louder and closer from the stairway near the front door.
A little girl, seemingly no older than 8, came peeking around the staircase and brightened as she saw you. Her little curls bounced around her tiny ears as she ran to you, arms wide.
Smiling wide, you knelt down, taking the running girl in your arms as you two laughed. The men behind you looked shocked. Ghost was very curious. He felt like he intruded into something he shouldn't have.
"You're a mom?", Soap spoke up. You gave him an unimpressed look. "No.", you say. You might as well have been.
Ghost watched as you smiled at the men, holding the girl in your arms as if she were an infant, walking up to them. "This is Alice. My niece.", you introduced.
Soap and Alejandro smiled. "Could've fooled me. You two are identical.", Alejandro said, raising his hand to shake Alice's smaller one. "Encantado de conocerte, pequeña señorita."
You smiled. "This is Alejandro.", you introduced.
Alice looks at you with curious eyes. "Like my friend Alejandro?", she asks. You nod, "Yeah."
She turns to him with a big smile, "¿Eres amiga de mi tía?"
The girl's speech shocks the men. Alejandro's eyes light up as he nods enthusiastically. "Si. You speak Spanish?"
You shrug as she nods. "It's a learning requirement for schools around here. They're usually supposed to learn in middle school, but she's learning something.", you explain.
Soap raised his hand to shake hers next. "I'm Johnny.", he says, smiling. You, Ghost and Alejandro look at him in astonishment.
"Oh, she can call you Johnny, but if I do it, it's a problem.", you say, feigning offense. Soap looks at you with wide eyes, "I can't have her calling me Soap. She'll laugh at me.", he mumbles through his teeth.
You turn to Alice, eyebrows raised. "His name's Soap.", you say, much to Soap's disappointment as he looks at you with a dropped jaw.
Alice laughs, making you grin. "Kids are brutal.", Soap mutters. Alice turns to Ghost who hadn't said anything either. He hadn't bothered to speak up either.
You frowned a bit. Was he not good with kids? Was this a bad time?
He shocks his teammates, though, by stepping up and holding his hand out to the girl. Alice's smile never left her face and grew as she lifted her own and shook his giant hand.
"I'm Simon," He introduces. Your jaw drops. The man won't admit it, but he was unnerved. There was a child in the house. Surrounded by people that had weapons.
Was this really a safe place…? For them? For her?
Alice hums as she looks at the men, pointing to each of them. "Uncle Soap, Uncle Alè, and Uncle Simon."
You look at her with wide eyes as the two shorter men softened. "Okay, now.", you say, letting her down.
"Where's your daddy?", you asked the girl. She looked up at you. "Daddy went to go see his friend. He told me to hold down the fort.", she said, smiling proudly.
"You did a good job, too.", you praised. The men looked at you with a questioning look. You looked at them, rolling your eyes and mouthed to them, "He went to go fuck."
They nodded in understanding. Ghost frowned. The circumstance reminded him of his brother again. Having to take care of him and get him to do better.
Alice's mom, your sister, died a couple of years ago. It hit you hard and was even harder on your brother-in-law. He had to deal with the fact he'd had to become a single dad.
You tried making it easy on him by co-parenting to raise Alice, but having to be taken by your job constantly, it made him step up a bit. You appreciated it, but he was still kinda half assing being a parent if he kept leaving her to go "have fun".
Alice's proud grin got wider until she really got a look at all of you. You all looked beaten and dirty. She caught onto the scraped, bloody knuckles of yours and gasped, causing all of you to tense up.
"You're hurt!", she exclaimed. You relaxed, a small smile coming to your face once more. "Go get your first aid kit.", you say, making her grin and rush off. "I get to use my hello kitty bandaids!", you all heard.
"Hello Kitty bandaids?", Soap asked. "You got a problem wearing the bandaids, MacTavish??", Ghost asks, a light teasing tone to his voice as you all made it to the dining room.
"She already destroyed my manhood by laughing at my callsign. What's the harm in getting cat bandages?", Soap said, sarcastically. You and Alejandro chuckled.
You heard small, rushing footsteps entering the room. The small girl happily caught her breath as she showed her kit.
"There we go.", you praised, picking the girl up and putting her on the counter of the kitchen bar.
"Who's got the most injuries?", you asked the men sitting at the dining table. Alejandro was first.
You helped him with stitching his side while Alice was thankfully distracted and distracted him by finding scrapes on his face, replacing the exposed injuries with bandaids.
Next was Soap who welcomed the care from the little doctor. He was used to having his nieces and nephews experimenting on him, so this was no different.
After the two were taken care of, they were sat in the living room, it was Ghost's turn. He quietly protested, promising it wasn't bad. But with a fixed look you sent him and a pleading look from Alice, he sighed through his nose and accepted his fate.
You checked his heavier wounds which made him tense that he couldn't have his gear on in an unknown place, but understood it'd make healing and patching him up difficult for you to do.
Alice, not bothering with his mask, settled on giving his arms and elbows bandages wherever she saw a cut.
You had to deal with the bigger cuts on his sides, disinfecting and patching them up. He couldn't say he hated it, though the same thought ran through his head as he glanced at Alice.
She shouldn't be a part of this.
After that was done, it was your turn, happily letting the girl patch you up.
Ghost didn't move in the living room. Instead, he stayed and watched you and your niece converse about her day. Seeing something as normal as this was… a light feeling for him.
He could feel the corners of his mouth turning up just by a little though. This was your life. Your normalcy. And even for a second, he was a part of it. He was appreciative.
He even nodded along to Alice's questions, answering them as light as he could, much to your surprise. The crawling dread in his stomach almost dissipated, just by a little, seeing the little girl was still as bright as he met her. Not a single thread of fear lingered off of the girl, unlike some of the kids he's walked past in his neighborhood.
You let Alice run off to her room after finishing her nursing before turning to your lieutenant. "Sorry about her. She tends to go a little overboard with her… equipment.", you say, giving him a smile.
He shook his head. "It's fine." He watched your smile grow, thankful for his sincere behavior.
"She acts just like you. Mother Henning.", he mutters, making your jaw drop. "I do not.", you counter.
He looks at you, a challenge in his eyes. "Mhm."
You scoff with a smile, washing up to make some food. You all were safe for the moment. Wouldn't hurt to have some food until you find your way back to base.
Without a word, Ghost helps, much to your surprise. "Didn't know you cooked.", you muttered. "Just a little.", he replied.
Well, he was doing much more than you expected and helped make plenty of portions of the meals you prepared.
You couldn't lie, it warmed your heart a bit to have your lieutenant: the hard ass, blunt, lonely ghost of a man, help with something so… domestic and soft.
Kinda the opposite of who he was, or at least what he showed on the outside.
While you were in your thoughts about his behavior, he couldn't help but notice your sudden soft smile as you cooked. Nonetheless, he knew you were happy he just couldn't bring himself to question it.
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koothalamew · 1 year
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tried something new the other day… so🫵🏽
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lxvvie · 27 days
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Couples Shit with Simon Riley (Part 2):
Having a giggle/chuckle fest almost every time you are intimate. It first happened at the beginning of your relationship when you would giggle every time you two kissed. It opened the floodgates, had let that nervous energy out, and Simon was right there chuckling with you. ("Heh—aw, fuck me.")
Swearing up and down that you're gonna fuck each other's brains out but as soon as you hit the bed, you and Simon are out like a light. The last time this happened, he was supposed to go down on you, but the next thing you know, you woke up to him fast asleep with his head on your stomach.
Kissing the bridge of his crooked nose and Simon turning into putty every time. Hell, kissing any and every dent, bruise, and scar, and making your man melt.
A nice round of horizontal tango turning into a cuddle session after you comforted Simon through a charley horse. Poor baby.
Initially making the telly watch you two make sex but turns out whatever you're watching was pretty decent after all so you guys are back to watching the telly again.
Getting hot and heavy one time but you were so intrigued with the mole you discovered on Simon's inner thigh that you spent the next half-hour or so trying to find other moles on his body.
Telling Simon that you "always wanted to do this" and when you get him hot, bothered, and hard, it turns out what you always wanted to do was measure him. His disappointment was immeasurable... even if he was interested to know the number.
Twinning in some way, shape, or fashion whenever you're out together.
Talking mad shit about his snoring but let him tell it, he doesn't say shit when you take up about 80% of the bed, covers, and sleep under him.
Speaking of talking shit, having disagreements like every couple does and when you go to bed, you're angrily cuddling each other. And yes, Simon still wants your kisses in the morning, even if you two are still mad at each other. Simon doesn't give a shit, you're still gonna love on him, dammit. And him on you.
Being mad with Simon when he arrived too late to get the creepy crawler that was harassing you. Harassing you by doing what it does best: be a creepy crawler. Simon tells you you'll have to conquer your fear one day. You tell him to conquer the couch tonight lmao.
Agreeing to disagree about the superior ice cream flavor in the house. It's too bad there's not any of his favorite ice cream in the freezer. There's some of yours, though. Why? You didn't get any because it was so superior that you wouldn't "dare sully it with your hands". Cue the judgemental stare and him eating YOUR ice cream afterward. Rude.
Scaring the ever-living shit out of Simon on the rare occasions he gets to sleep in. He woke up to you sitting up in bed with his mask and paint on. Oh, and he calls bullshit. He did not nearly fall out the bed. Nor did he jump. Okay, Simon.
Chilling and drinking with Simon. Finding out he gets hot and sweaty pretty easily and off comes his clothes. Waking up hungover the next morning and you're the big spoon to a naked and equally hungover Simon. Choosing to do fuck all but sleep it off that day.
Playfully calling or referring to him as the Missus, especially in front of your co-workers. When they finally meet Simon and ask him who he is, he replies in pure deadpan Ghost fashion: "The Missus".
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utilityknif3 · 9 days
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Nsfw!!! tehee
Imagine being Simon Ghost Riley’s ex wife who he can’t forget. You two have a son together and after being on a mission for a few weeks, he wanted to take him out somewhere for some quality time since you had full custody.
Even though he’s been away for only a few weeks, you two haven’t seen each other for months now.
Simon knocks on your door hesitantly. He wants to see you, he needs to. But when you open the door, he doesn’t know what to say.
You’re so beautiful, you changed but you’re glowing.
You just greet him with a simple “hi” and let him in. Simon walks in, lowering his head so he doesn’t hit it on the doorframe and you both sit on the couch and wait…
“He’s not here” you say, breaking the silence and trying to make the situation less awkward after a moment of silence.
“Where is he?” He asks with his deep voice and thick British accent that makes your heart melt each time.
“He’s at his friend’s birthday, he’ll be back later…in a few hours” you reply not daring to look at him in the eyes.
“In a few hours…aight” Simon passes a hand through his short blond hair, trying to think of something to say.
You two have been trying to hold a decent conversation for an hour now, catching up on your respective lives. He tells you about the struggles of his job and you tell him about whatever’s been bothering you lately…until you felt his gaze lower to your hand, especially the finger where your ring is placed, the ring he placed. The ring you can’t get rid of even though you tried to.
“You still have your wedding band?”
He asks as he stares at the ring he passed on your finger a few years before, as if he was mesmerized. He wished to do it again, and again… see you all dolled up in your pretty dress for him with that beautiful smile on your face. You two were so happy that day, like it was the best day of your lives.
He wished he could fuck you again like the night of your wedding, slowly and steadily. It was so intimate, just the two of you, his hair tickling your jaw as he pounded into you. He remembers the way your arms were wrapped around his neck and the way your hands would move to touch his hair. He remembers the sloppy kisses he gave you while he was listening to the soft symphony your moans were composing.
Simon snaps out of his transe when you answer
“Yes…it’s a pretty ring after all”
He nods.
He feels dumb for thinking that you two still had something; you moved on and it was clear.
He doesn’t want you to know that he kept the ring and a few of your things too. He doesn’t want you to know that you’re the one in his mind when he’s alone jerking himself off and overstimulating his soaked cock trying to recreate what you would do to him. He’s ashamed. The shirt that you forgot to get back from him had already been stained with his cum so many times that it doesn’t even smell like you anymore.
You already moved on but he didn’t, he never forgot your dates where you’d be just the two of you on the couch watching an old crappy movie. He never forgot the long hours he’d spend sleeping on your pregnancy belly while you’d caress gently his freshly cut hair. He never forgot the way your son would grab his big tatted arm in his small hands…He never forgot the feeling of your pussy squeezing him and taking him so well. The way you’d ride him on nights he felt tired, or the way your tongue would swirl around his tip, trying to milk every drop of cum he had left in him.
Simon loves you, he loves everything about you and never stoped loving you…
…that’s why you’re on the couch right now with his face buried in between your thighs. Simon’s tongue passes through your folds and teases your clit slowly while you scratch his hair. He’s so good for you, going a bit faster each time he hears you whimper.
The tip of his tongue teases your soaking hole while your toes curl around nothing.
After a moment of this sweet torture, he finally decides that his pants were getting too tight and stops licking you. He lifts his eyes to look at you, his face all red from embarrassment as your hand leaves his hair.
“Please, let me fuck you like you deserve” He asks politely while you’re panting heavily. At this point, his dick is the only thing you’ve been wanting. It’s been a while, too long.
You agree with a nod and he doesn’t hesitate to lift you up and put you gently on the kitchen counter. He used to make love to you for hours on it, it was the perfect height. He could fuck you from the front with your legs over his shoulders or from the back with your boobs pressed against the cold granite countertop.
He takes a moment to appreciate your body and watches you all vulnerable and needy for him. He wants to make you cry, to make you beg for more because he knows you will want more. He’s the only one who knows what’s best for you.
As you adjust your body on the counter, Simon hurries to take his fully hard boner out of his pants and boxers. It’s bigger than you remember, covered of his precum and ready to stuff you full of his semen.
You bite your lip in anticipation the moment he grips your thigh to holds it up. He’s so hot when he’s on top, his eyebrows are furrowed as he lines up his dick with the hole of your soaked cunt.
He puts it in with a low “fuck” escaping his lips. You feel so good around him.
Simon pounds into you, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, making sure to leave dark bruises on your skin. He’s loosing himself into your folds feeling your burning walls squeeze his cock too much for him to hold his orgasm.
He burries his dick deeply into you, his tip kissing your cervix at each thrust and eventually it begins to feel too stimulating, too good. Simon cums into you but doesn’t stop his hips from moving. The white substance drips down to the counter and his moans are higher and louder. Now, his thrust are messy and uneven because of the overwhelming pleasure he’s feeling trying to bring you to your climax.
You reach it eventually, your own juices melting with his as you two are panting messes. Simon looks at you, at your beautiful face he missed so much. He won’t let you go again.
About an hour later, after a good shower, he randomly decides to kiss you and mumbles “I love you”
I know the end is ass idk how to end fics 🤯 and tbh I know that my writing sucks also bc I have great ideas but poor grammar and vocabulary 😓 I promise to get better bear with me 🙌🏾
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mercur1e · 2 months
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Just some headcanons about big, tough Simon Riley as a girl dad💗💗💗
Girl dad! Simon on the day his daughter was born, he promised her that he would protect her with every bone in his body. He was scared he would be like his father, but once he saw her little face he crumbled.
Girl dad! Simon who’ll let his daughter put clips and bows in his short blond hair, and lets her put sparkly unicorn lipgloss on his lips without a fuss.
Girl dad! Simon who has tea parties with his daughter, and stifles a chuckle when she gets into arguments with her stuffed animal “guests”.
Girl dad! Simon who cheers for his daughter louder than anyone else at her sports matches. All you hear is a booming “That’s my girl!” from the stands.
Girl dad! Simon who knows every single princess song, and can’t believe it when he starts to sing them on his own time at work.
Girl dad! Simon who tries to make your daughter heart shaped pancakes and fails, but she eats them nonetheless.
Girl dad! Simon who holds back tears when his daughter graduates from kindergarten, he can’t believe she’s getting so big!
Girl dad! Simon who reads his baby girl bedtime stories and matches the voice to the character.
Girl dad! Simon who play fights his daughter at lets her win every time.
Girl dad! Simon who matches halloween costumes with his daughter. Just imagine a big, scary, tattooed man in a fairy costume to match his daughter!
Girl dad! Simon who lets his daughter pick out his watch for work, and in turn he picks out her socks!
Girl dad! Simon who lets his daughter color in his tattoos and lets her put sparkly make up on him.
Girl dad! Simon who would move heaven and earth just to see his daughter smile. 💗
Note: I was in a fluffy mood and I love the thought of tough guys being big softies for their daughters 😭😭 It heals my soul fr!!!
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xiamentshoneypot · 2 months
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Based on that trend on TikTok “I’m - of course”but with Simon Riley
Slightly awkward in my description and not proof read
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“I’m married to a Lieutenant of course I gossip with the other wives.” His sweet wife started looking into the camera she had to coach her old man husband on how to hold.
The camera cuts to Simon
“I will kill any man that speaks to m’wife” blink blink
Then the camera pans down to her heels and his boots.
“Si you can’t murder a man because he spoke to me that’s silly.” She started to argue
“M’not I will do it with my bare hands” he is absolutely dead serious
The camera cuts back to Mrs.riley
“I’m married to a lieutenant no I can’t run a mile or do any form of pull ups, and he’s kidding about the murder part- no m’not” she was cut off again another very serious blink.
“I’ll strangle ‘em”
“Si you can’t-”
“I’ll take my gloves off and choke him probably just ambush him off the back take him by surprise not because he can beat me but so he can frail his arms in the air and rack his brain for every single sin he’s ever committed to warrant such a death he’ll be gone before it hits him.”
Wow thats your man alright
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backwzzds · 5 months
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ೃ⁀➷ daddy got you, simon riley
this but with simon. y’all know i love this video
“bet i can make this pretty pussy squirt huh?” simon looked down at you with malevolent eyes. you’re breathing hard and heavy as you strain your neck to look past your chubby tum and watch simon’s assault on your puffy clit.
“nghh!” you’re crying out as his movements against your cunt continues its speed. you began to feel this odd pressure bubble up in your lower region. “s-si—si, si—i have to-i have to pee!” your voice hurries in a high tone as simon stares down between your legs with dark concentrated eyes.
your man chuckles and ignores your cries with the most malevolent grin. unsurprisingly, he knew you weren’t gonna cum normally like you did. no, with the way your pretty cunt was fluttering around his thick fingers more than usual and how your spongy walls gripped his digits like a vice; simon knew exactly what was on the way. “no you dont, sweetheart. ‘s somethin’ else. let it out for daddy, yeah?”
you shake your head urgently, almost feeling as if this was torture, knowing you secretly loved behind held down by your man like this. but you couldn’t hold that burning feeling in your pussy anymore; you had to let go.
“please please, i’m gonna piss myse—“ your mouth falls open as little spurts of clear liquid erupt from your cunt, simon grinning and fastening his assault on your poor clit when the intensity of your orgasmic waterfall increases. you feel tears fall down your heated cheeks as simon’s practically knuckles deep between your legs, still earning that orgasm from you. “oh my g—fuckkk!”
“daddy got you,” he cooed, continuing to rub at your fat nub while you squirted all over him. “daddy got you, lovie. let it all out princess.”
“nghh daddyyy!” you cried out, feeling your breath taken away from you as you couldn’t stop squirting for the next thirty seconds. you don’t know how you had this much built up in you; but the longer simon’s thick digits were inserted into your pussy, the harder you came around him.
when he finally sensed you’d had enough for the night, simon removes his fingers from inside you, eliciting a heavy exhale from you. with a loving kiss to your clit, all puffy from overstimulation, simon places a final kiss on the inside of your thigh with a silent you did good baby in his gesture.
“such a pretty mess you made, mama.”
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wxnheart · 8 months
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He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.
Shit.
And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.
He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.
But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.
Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.
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merakidoll · 7 months
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choking w / ghost !
his cock pumped into you deep and hard. moving your body with his as you both stared into the large mirror eyes connected because you could only imagine what would happen if you didn’t keep them open. your teeth dug into your arm not wanting to let out the loud drawn out sounds that your throat burned to possess. ghost finding it humorous how you didn’t want to prove his point. that you were nothing but his silly subby girl.
“daddies here” he encouraged, his hips thrusting against your ass causing recoil that somehow made him feel as if he was going deeper into the hot cunt that left cream patches around him. tears forming around your eyes because the bubbling in your stomach and tightening in your pussy, made you want to cry for your daddy, let out every moan that you were holding back from stubbornness. and it seemed as tho the universe was also against you.
ghost wrapping his hand around your delicate neck squeezing just a little - to prove his point. from then on, you could feel everything. his pierced nipples rubbing against your back, his cock hitting and poking at your g-spot, balls slapping against your ass - to the jerking of his dick inside of you. you could no longer hold it in. ghost stuffing your pretty pussy as you cried, begging him to allow you to cum - that you were in fact his silly subby girl and would do absolutely anything for him.
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bimbodoggie · 1 year
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desperate!simon sneaking to your apartment when he’s on deployment because he can’t get enough of how you let him put his large scarred and calloused hands on your soft body while you patch up his injuries…showing up to your door with his signature skull mask, a black hoodie, jeans along with his shoes he always wears, he wasn’t a man of many words but when it came to you it was different he felt whole…next thing you knew you were naked right in front of him the same man that you care for. “there you are, my favorite nurse” his sultry voice once again sending you into a trance that was infinite…his hands roaming around your body, the way he had you positioned was intense legs folded, his soft lips meeting yours while he ruined and reshaped your insides to the molding of his cock, he knew he couldn’t last how your swollen lips kept begging him to be gentle but the only thing he was thingy about is shaping your walls to his cock like a mold…. his dead eyes then met yours “if i find out you’re fucking someone else im gonna find them and it wont be a pretty situation” he then finished inside you.
You then awakened to an empty bed but a fresh set of clothes and sheets, oh and a nice message from simon….
S. Riley: i meant what i said.
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darkmemesworld · 2 months
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Why when im scrolling through a tag i flashed by cho0chie 😦?
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All jokes aside i had posted a meme and not even 3 minutes later it got flagged.. and im starting to see a lot of prn bots is it just me??? But why did my stuff get flagged but bots thats are showing naked people still up 🤔
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klipkillakai · 3 months
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this is how i see simon riley xp
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ceilidho · 7 months
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ghost asking price to fuck you because price was older and had more experience. wanted price to show him how to make you feel the best, what to do. :3
and now. i am going. to shriek. slight twist on this because I don't necessarily envision a threesome here, but I think Ghost would enjoy Price taking a look at you and guiding him.
Ghost bringing you to Price for his approval and then locking the door behind the two of you when you step into his office. Then leaning down to whisper into your ear that Price is a good man, that there's no one Ghost trusts more than him, that he trusts him with his life, every single day, without question.
He sits you on his lap and spreads your legs over his, flipping your skirt up and just nudging your panties to the side. You let him even though you can't help the way you grip Ghost's legs, nails digging deep into his thighs, even through the material of his pants.
You had a mind to bolt, to freak out. To yell at Ghost that you're not some plaything and stomp out of the room. But it doesn't come out. You sit there, lost for words and breathing in too little oxygen, quick little hitches that betray your anxiety.
Price leans against the desk to watch the two of you, eyes calm in spite of the show being put on for him. Like this happens every day.
You think Ghost's been with women before so you almost wonder if they've done this before, but somehow it feels different. It feels reverent. You feel it more so when you peek over your shoulder and catch Ghost staring up at his captain's face, eyes intense. Searching for his approval. Looking at him like he's brought something home and needs to be reassured that he did good.
"She lets me put it in twice a day," he says, matter of factly more than a boast. The lightning zap of shameful pleasure nearly bowls you over, but he keeps you pressed to him, back to chest. Holds you steady in place. Anticipates how much of a shock his words would come to you.
"You make her come every time?" Price asks, voice gravelly and you hate, hate, hate that it makes you clench up. It shouldn't. He's your boyfriend's boss, his captain - a man you've (up to now) looked at with nothing but respect and cool distance. His voice shouldn't make you wet.
You jolt when Ghost's rough fingers pass over your clit. "Every time. Sometimes more."
"Good lad."
You choke on a whimper when Ghost's hips bump up into you, hard cock pressing against your ass. The grunt that spills out of him is visceral, barbed like wire. Like Price's words affect him just as much as you.
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lxvvie · 2 months
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fuck nasty!Ghost who shows you how much he misses you.
You were out running errands, leaving Simon, home from his latest deployment, to his own devices. All was going well—so you thought—until you heard the telltale ping of your phone and saw that he had texted you.
Simon probably needed you to pick something up for him on the way home. Mm. Doable. You opened the text under that innocent assumption.
And you know what they say about making assumptions.
Because right there in front of your very eyes was a picture of underwear. Your underwear. Your favorite pair of underwear. Your favorite pair of underwear you'd been searching for while you were getting dressed this morning.
They were covered in cum. Simon's cum.
You receive another text not even a second later: Miss you, sweetheart.
It was a miracle you didn't drop your phone.
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