#suns.hc

[tojisun]

!! smut - minors dni; this is fuckin nastyy so look away or smthn; breeding kink :’3

mmm but simon not realizing he has breeding kink until someone brings it up

they’re out in a bar, chatting quietly even amidst the sheer volume of the weekend crowd, before johnny snorts and bumps his shoulders to simon’s in a teasing manner.

“especially LT,” johnny says, scottish accent even thicker now that he’s intoxicated. “he probably can’t wait to see his bonnie lass swollen with his kids. would probably retire jus’ for the very reason of makin’ her a momma.”

john snorts at johnny’s slurred words while kyle chokes on his drink, coughing quietly, almost politely, until john takes pity on the kid and smacks his back with measured thumps. johnny laughs, loud guffaws blending well with the buzz in the bar, but it’s not like simon noticed.

how could he focus when his mind’s feeding him images of the way you’d look heavy with a babe? or how he’d make it so that you are?

the way he’d fuck you until it takes; your pussy leaking and gaping and full of his cum. the way he’d keep you on his bed for hours, make a routine out of it until he’s repeating it for many days because he wouldn’t risk the chances. then, he can’t stop thinking about the way your body would change, building fat to cushion your belly, your sharp edges turning into soft and pudgy corners. the way you’d be so sensitive, so dependent on him.

fuck.

simon gets yanked back into the reality when he hears john chuckle, low rumbles of disbelief spilling from the puffs of his laughter. simon’s eyes flick up towards his captain and all john does is give him a pointed stare, his eyes crinkled in a surprised delight, before the older man tips his drink into his lips and finishes his bourbon.

simon’s fist closes around his glass of whiskey, and he tries his best to ignore the growing tightness of his jeans.

he can’t wait to file for a vacation leave.

#edited #suns.hc #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley #female reader #yk that prev post when i said i was ovulating and i said i want his kids? …yea #suns

[tojisun]

the first time it happened, he’s rendered speechless.

big man, known for his indisputable strength, and yet there he is – bundled in the softest blanket you own, tucked in the sofa while you warmed up some soup that frankly got his stomach grumbling.

he is still overwhelmed, slow blinks and quiet rasps of breath replacing his usually sharp focus. the clamour on the coffee table would have usually yanked him out of the fog, and yet there he remains, drowsy as he turns his attention to you.

he tips his head up just enough to watch you place a bowl of soup in front of him, your furrowed eyes shifting towards him in to check if he is still awake, and he doesn’t know what it was that you saw to have the worry fizzle into something tender. replaced with something so soft it almost made him ache.

a pretty smile graces your lips, and his lungs burn. he tries swallowing the lump lodged in his throat as he ducks his head down to avoid your eyes, unusual shyness thrumming underneath his skin, because this can’t be real.

you can’t be real.

“c’mere, baby,” you whisper, falling beside him with a tiny hum, shorter arms reaching towards his bulk to pull him towards you.

his eyes flutter close at the first brush of your fingers through his hair; the tips of your nails – pink acrylics, he catalogues – scratching his scalp just as gently.

he ignores the way his lips wobbled when he feels you press a kiss on the side of his temple. it was a quick brush, just another reminder of your softness, but it was enough for his senses to pick up on your scent. he doesn’t know what it is exactly but it is something so familiar. something that feels like home.

“y’r okay,” you tell him. he breathes in deeply, holding it, before exhaling with a tremor. your arms tighten around him. “y’r okay,” you repeat.

he remembers the tiny box hidden in his drawer, stuffed underneath his clothes, and promises, soon.

— simon (ghost) riley, toji fushiguro, aizawa shouta

#suns.hc #back to vague yearning posts (i might be getting sick) #simon ghost riley x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #aizawa shota x reader #simon ghost riley #toji fushiguro #aizawa shouta #suns

[tojisun]

clueless konig :(( he borrows your clothes for the night and genuinely gets confused when they don’t fit him.

you blink up at him when he mentions this. “you’re a big man, kon. no way you’re fitting in my clothes.”

“oh,” he gruffs, looking down at himself.

you can’t help but trail your gaze along him too, biting your bottom lip at the image he makes as he wears a pink shirt that you got from a bachelorette party which has ‘BABY GIRL’ printed on it. it is tight on him, stretching along his chest and clinging to his stomach, showing off the outline of his abs – well, the upper portion of it, anyways because the lower portion is available for easy viewing, given how your shirt ended up only reaching just an inch above his bellybutton.

you trail your eyes lower, letting go of your bottom lip for a breathless, “ah,” as you follow the lines of his scars and tattoos, before reaching the top of his happy trail. you almost whimper when it disappears underneath his boxers.

that’s another thing: the pants that you lent him don’t fit at all so there he is, on his goddamn boxers, in your room.

“with how much you insist on borrowing my clothes, i thought, at least, that you have something of a similar size.”

konig’s words break you from your thoughts and you startle, whipping to look back at him, your heart seemingly pumping directly in your ear.

konig just looks at you with wide eyes, honest curiosity lining his body – big, perfect, delectable body – and you realize that your little crush did not catch on.

good. that’s good.

you shrug with a strained chuckle, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “your shirts look comfier, that’s all.”

he nods in understanding. “i’ll give you more then.”

you try not to die even when your heart lurches itself to your throat.

“okay,” you croak out, smiling at him, your jaw just clenched more than usual. “thanks!”

konig hums before plopping down on your bed, a quiet sigh making his mask flutter.

ugh. what a cutie.

#suns.hc #konig x reader #könig x reader #konig #konig cod #mmm but what if konig actually knows and he just luvs seeing u think he doesnt know >p< #suns

[tojisun]

!! smut - minors dni; based on this absolutely delicious ask of dadbod!simon <33; fem reader

just. the way simon grips your waist and pulls you towards him, manhandling your body so you meet his thrusts. the grip along your sides, the slaps of his meaty thighs against your own, the press of his belly on your ass – it makes your toes curl, fists tightly gripping the sheets.

and the sounds. god the sounds.

it’s not just the wet slide of his cock fucking into your cunt or your squeals muffled on the pillows, but simon’s moans. simon’s dirty talking. simon calling you his pretty girl, his good girl. simon telling you how delicious your pussy is as it grips his cock.

“gonna wife you up, baby,” he grunts. “gonna- jesus- gonna tie the knot and keep you on my bed like this. keep y’r cunt stuffed. y’want that, lovie? want me to keep filling your pussy with my cock?”

simon bends down to fold himself onto you, his body draping along yours. you don’t know how but it drives his cock deeper, sliding along the sensitive bundle of nerves and kissing so deep in you. his hands are holding onto you even harder and you know you’re going to have bruises later but fuck. fuck. you can’t think of anything past the razing pleasure, overwhelming you into silence.

into submission.

“gonna ruin you for everyone else, sweetheart. gonna make sure all y’r pussy wants is me,” simon rumbles in your ear, and the promise makes you clench on his cock.

he laughs, the sound coming out so mean. “knew you’d love that.”

#suns.hc #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #female reader #sorry its so short ahhhh #suns #dadbod!simon

[tojisun]

i cant stop thinking about how big konig is my goddd

just him pulling you to his lap, feeling the size difference as he manhandles you so you're perched directly on top of his chub :(( it's thick and heavy as he moves your body so you're rutting on it, and you feel the beginnings of your pleasure simmering underneath your skin, almost engulfing you.

the way konig would hold your waist and you're stumped into silence at seeing his big hands lay flat on your belly because you know they're wide but seeing the extent of how much they span is something else. it's not like you're any smaller and slimmer too, and yet there konig is, holding you literally in the palm of his hands as though he could fold you.

and he does!

just imagine konig fucking you mating press style. the way he'd press your knees so close to your shoulders, exposing so much of you to him as he bears down his weight on you. mounting you.

"so wet for me, little maus," he rumbles, rutting his still-covered cock against your leaking cunt. "always so messy for me. so needy."

you're crying, hiccupped sounds being devoured by his hungry lips. and when he pulls back to gaze at you, you tremble at the possessive look in his eyes. because you and konig may have been together for a while now but he always fucks you like it's his first time staking his claim.

like he's finally caught you, his little prey.

#suns.hc #im just genuinely so needy for konigs size like!!!!!! my god king #konig x reader #konig #konig smut #suns

[tojisun]

guys what genre do u call it when, like, the reader is dating one in a group (simon in tf141) but the rest of the group is the reader’s unofficial partner? i lose my fucking mind every time i think about it.

just:

simon gets to call the shots.

simon is the one who asked you out but john buys you a necklace and kyle brings you flowers and johnny picks you up from work.

simon is the one who gets to claim you and bring you home to his place, but john gets to kiss you and kyle gets to cuddle with you and johnny gets to use your thighs as a pillow.

simon is the one who fucks you but john gets a blowjob and kyle gets to use your thighs and johnny fucks your tits.

simon is the one who rings the groupchat when fucking you to make them listen to your moans and cries and whimpers; makes them hear how desperate you go as you beg for his cum. but john praises you for being a good girl for simon and kyle says you sound so adorable for simon and johnny whines how delicious you sound for simon.

fuck ugh im meltinggg i need em all its crazy

#suns.hc #task force 141 x reader #tf 141 x reader #task force 141 smut #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #task force 141 #suns #DOES IT MAKE SENSE

[tojisun]

i just think that simon’s the type to stick his freezing hands underneath your shirt early in the morning because he doesn’t know how else to warm them up. it makes you squeak out a surprised gasp and you whirl to glare at him, blinking tired eyes at this big man who just presses his apologies on your temple before drawing you close, snuggling back underneath the sheets and letting the morning pass in silence.

you’re settling back into the fog when you feel his chest rumble, “g’morning, sweetheart.”

you huff a fond laugh, pressing a kiss on his chest, and whisper, “good morning too, big guy.”

i just think that simon’s the type prop you on the kitchen counter before ambling about to prepare breakfast. the kettle goes first (priorities!) then he trudges towards the fridge, grunting at the bright lights before glaring into it, forcing his eyes to focus.

you muffle your quiet giggles on the back of your palms, your legs swinging as you say, “i can cook f’r us, baby.”

he turns to you with a confused hum, still too tired to truly comprehend what you said. “what?”

you jump off the counter to walk towards him, curling your arm around his waist before leading him towards the island’s chairs. he sits without prompting, brows still furrowed in confusion, and you pepper kisses along his face before whirling around and taking over.

it’s when the aroma of coffee fills the space that simon blinks back to reality, mind racing to patch the broken recollection of the previous minutes.

he hugs you from the back, surrounding you with his warmth and bulk. “thank you, darlin.”

i just think that simon’s the type to want to have lazy mornings because it’s then when reality spills over: he’s home.

#suns.hc #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #i typed this up at 5 am but i forgot to post it :(( #suns #using this as an apology for the lack of proper content - esp biker!simon #just finishing up my many many responsibilities n then im back to usual posting :’)

[tojisun]

this is filthy but i cant stop thinking about konig wanting to use your pussy for cockwarming; just picks you up and drops you on his lap, spearing his cock in your heat slowly, pressing his moans on your temple, before groaning in pleasure when he finally pushes you all the way down; buries his cock so deep in you, the thick head of it kissing a spot that only he can reach, and slurs praises in broken german when you babble in pleasure. cant stop thinking about ghost preferring your throat for cockwarming; pushing your hair away from your face before telling you to get down on your knees, purring how pretty you look blinking your teary eyes up him, before telling you to open your mouth for him; tells you you’re such a good girl as he rocks his cock along your tongue before sinking into your throat, moaning at the heat and stretch and at the continuous spasming of your constricting throat, getting drunk at your muffled choking sounds. cant stop thinking about soap falling asleep with his fingers buried in your cunt; he pulled you towards him underneath the sheets, your back pressed on his chest, his arm slung over your waist, before his greedy hand slides down to your pyjama shorts, slipping inside, tugging at your panties to rub his thick fingers along your slit and then thrusting them in your pussy; he doesn’t rock them, doesn’t pump them, they’re just there, plugging you and making you leak.

hhhhhhhh sorry for the filth but i need em all ughhgh

#suns.hc #THIS IS SO FILTHY DONT JUDGE ME IM GOING THROUGH SM THINGS #simon ghost riley smut #konig smut #soap smut #simon ghost riley x reader #konig x reader #soap x reader #simon ghost riley #konig #johnny soap mactavish #female reader #suns

[tojisun]

thinkin about simon smokin while you’re sitting on his lap, all pretty and docile, playing with the loose threads of his sweater. he taps your thigh and you turn to him because you know what he wants – he made sure you know it well, after all.

you part your pouty lips open, batting your long lashes as simon leans in before blowing the smoke into your mouth. you inhale it slowly, having been taught by him how to properly shotgun, and simon groans at how good you are being. then, he finally leans in to kiss you because you deserve to be rewarded <333

#suns.hc #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #IM SO MAD I WANNA EXPERIENCE THIS AGAIN #its so bad when u dont know how to but holy fuck the thrill and the underlying sensuality of it got me so addicted #suns

[tojisun]

im going feral at the idea of biker!simon visiting you at work to bring you a little care package when you sent him a quick message, saying how tired you are :(

"hey, sunshine?" rosie asks as she stops by your desk. "someone's here askin' for you."

you would've jolted in panic at the unexpected summoning but rosie is cheekily grinning at you, her dimpled smile making her look a whole lot brighter, her exhaustion for the day easing off just a bit.

it makes you smile back.

"oh?" you say, standing up from your desk and following her towards the breakroom. "is it my prince charming?"

"i'd love to think so." you didn't expect the familiar drawl of simon's voice and you startle, whipping to face him, your eyes wide in surprise as a gasp punches itself from your lungs.

rosie slips from your mind altogether.

"hey, baby," simon greets when you remained unmoving, too stunned to know how to act. rosie giggles from behind you before hearing the familiar patter of her feet as she leaves, giving the two of you space.

"why're you here?" you finally get to respond, holding onto your excitement as you rove your eyes over your lover, cataloguing the box held in one of his hands and his helmet in the other. he must've driven here directly from the shop.

"you said you weren't feeling too good so i'm here to drop off some goodies." he shrugs as he closes the distance between the two of you before presenting you the box. you take it with trembling hands. "it ain't much but i hope it's enough to last you 'till later in the afternoon, and i promise: we'll do all that you want, yeah?"

he reaches forward to brush your hair away from your face, huffing a fond smile when he catches the way you sniffle. you're still not used to being spoiled and simon adores your shy reactions – eyes ducking away to hide from his, your teeth trapping your bottom lip to nibble on. he hopes one day you will shake away the shyness and start demanding from him. start being confident in what it is that you want.

(you can even ask simon for the stars and he won't find it unreasonable; he will claw his way into the heavens and pluck them out for you. sometimes it terrifies him how you make him feel a love so strong, it triumphs over anything and everything. but often times, simon basks in it. basks in the way his love for you overflows until it creates a crashing tide, ready to sweep him away.)

"thank you," you whisper as you slot yourself in his arms, hiding your face on his chest, breathing in the leather. you sigh wistfully when you feel him pat your head, reassuring. caring. loving.

simon kisses the top of your head. "it's no problem at all, love." he smiles down at you when you pull back just enough to stand on your tiptoes and peck him on his lips. "i'll see you later, yeah?"

you nod, falling back into his arms.

("jesus, sunshine. that is one big boy," rosie says as the two of you watch simon walk out of the office, his unmistakable bulk stark against all the exhausted office workers ambling about.

you giggle. "yeah. my big boy.")

#suns.hc #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #this is totally not inspired by me seeing a client come in for his appointment holding his helmet. totally not that!!! #suns

[tojisun]

my baby swingin’ — simon (ghost) riley

biker!simon (ghost) riley x fem reader

> a bunch of snapshots of simon and his pretty little sweetheart’s adventures.

!! suggestive - minors dni; canon divergence; no chronological order (basically a bunch of loosely-tied worldbuilding); subtle and hinted age difference; reader gets princess treatment because she deserves it so!!

: im the one who’s the most confused as to how my obsession with biker!simon started but im stringing u along anyway so pls have fun!! my inbox is open for brainworms <;33

for all posts, pls click on biker!simon tag <;33

part 01 - intro post; headcanons

part 02 - simon can’t wait to come home to you

part 03 - getting over your fear of riding a bike

part 04 - lap sitting (a visual); ask

part 05 - simon and your first meeting; ask // extra 01

part 06 - little donuts at the park <;33

part 07 - simon’s instagram account (includes visuals); ask

part 08 - teasin’ each other on their way home; ask; suggestive

part 09 - body worship (a visual); ask; suggestive

part 10 - getting over your fear of riding a bike sequel! (a visual); ask

part 11 - mutual desperation spilling over; smut

part 12 - burning from all these messages; smut

part 13 - scary mask!! (a visual); ask

part 14 - of prince charming and care packages

part 15 - scary ghost? yes. protective ghost? yes <;33; ask

part 16 - safe drive!; ask

part 17 - simon and your first meeting cont.; ask; smut

part 18 - fun times on his bike; ask; smut

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extra 02 - your nephew’s new favourite adult (a visual); ask

extra 03 - biker!konig makes an appearance!!! (a visual); ask

extra 04 - smack! smack! smack! (a visual); ask

extra 05 - picking up the backpack (a visual); ask

extra 06 - you don’t use it, you lose it; ask

extra 07 - price on a harley; ask

extra 08 - helmet kiss (a visual); ask

extra 09 - ‘girls cum first’ sweater (a visual); ask; smut

extra 10 - tf141 and their shared backpack princess; ask

extra 11 - period cramps and cuddling; ask

extra 12 - of checkpoint videos & dashing men (a visual); ask

extra 13 - no backpacks allowed (a visual); ask

extra 14 - he slipped!! (a visual); ask

extra 15 - her famous luvr; ask (a visual)

extra 16 - keys and kisses; ask

extra 17 - simon announcing his girl (includes visual!); ask

extra 18 - careful now (a visual); ask

extra 19 - they’re friends??

extra 20 - pretty blue lace; ask; smut

extra 21 - dad!simon (a visual); ask

extra 22 - lil smut (a visual); ask

extra 23 - riding on the rain (a visual); ask

extra 24 - girl dad simon; ask | recent!

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dear john - dbf!simon

↳ for all toxic/dbf simon pls click on dbf!simon tag!!

toxic dad’s best friend biker!simon au; ask; angst + smut

‘dear john’: cont. of toxic dad’s best friend biker!simon au; ask; angst + suggestive

mini cont of dear john; ask

dear john (but it’s john price); ask

dear john (how he fucks); smut

dear john (as illicit affairs); ask; angst + smut

dear john (illicit affairs origin); angst + smut

dear john (illicit affairs origins but as reader); ask; angst + suggestive

dear john (reader moving on); ask | recent!

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subset 01 - best friend n biker!simon au; ask

subset 02 - best friend n biker!simon au cont.

subset 03 - bimbo!reader

unofficial extra - baker!simon

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i have a short taglist so pls lmk if you would like to be tagged too ^v^

(updated: 14 april 2024)

#biker!simon #suns.f #suns.hc #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #suns

[tojisun]

…yea sure why not?

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baker!simon who’s known for the bit he’s got going on – something you wished your friends would’ve told you because the first time you walked into the niche bakery (at six am to boot) and saw simon, big and tall and inked and masked simon, you screamed bloody murder.

“jesus-!” he yelled back in surprise, almost dropping a tray of freshly baked shortbreads before whipping his head up to see what was going on only to feel like he’s been punched in the gut because there you stood by the entrance, bundled up with thick jackets like you’re preparing for winter even though fall was just settling in, your hair a haggard mess and your face gaunt from exhaustion, and looking like all parts of simon’s dream woman.

“um,” you stammered, staring at him with wide eyes and trembling hands, your heart hammering in your chest as you began to panic. “i, uh. i’m…?”

simon watched as you continued to stammer before finally taking pity on you. he placed the tray on the counter and turned to fully present himself to you, spreading his arms out in hopes that it would show you that he’s not dangerous. that you would see his flour-covered apron and see that all he’s got going on in life is baking, and then instantly be enamoured with him.

“you here for breakfast?” he asked, clearing his throat upon hearing the awkward croak of his voice. thank god for his mask because he was able to hide the flush of his cheeks, allowing him to continue to play it cool in front of you.

“yes?” you replied, still confused as to why the… baker? was wearing a homemade skull mask.

“sure,” he said and you watched as he wiped his hands on his apron. “come over here then. what’d you want to order?”

baker!simon who isn’t really a big sweets enthusiast but whose desserts are the best in the block. you asked him what made him pursue this career and you watched as he stilled, his face falling slack like he can see something you couldn’t – like he is reliving a memory – before shaking himself with a deep inhale and finally whispering, “for my brother.”

you did not probe any further, your heart heavy with guilt, but simon just turned to you with a small smile and asked, “wanna hear about ‘im?”

he gathered you in his arms as he recounted the few fond memories he has of his childhood, and you breathed him in, smelling the faint smell of macaroons and toasted butter on his skin.

baker!simon who begins dedicating his daily special treats to you. “for the apple of my eye,” when it’s apple fritters day. “for my beloved cheri,” on cherry pie day. “for my precious sugar,” on sugar cookies day.

baker!simon who proudly prances around in his frilly pink apron that has “husband material” embroidered on the chest. you gave it to him as a gag gift but simon loves it so much that he began to wear it to work, showing it off to his friends with a deep chuckle.

“my girl got it f’r me,” he says to johnny. “pretty, isn’t it?”

johnny nods amidst laughter, his body folded into himself as he clutches the counter for support.

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fuck. baker!simon might even be better than biker!simon

#suns.hc #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #suns #IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE WHY DO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH #ghost x female reader

[tojisun]

prev reblog is stuck in my head and now i cant stop thinking about biker!simon in that specific tight compression shirt (or long sleeves even hhhnnn) and black cargos pickin you up because you're his forever passenger princess, then helping you put on your helmet that matches his.

biker!simon who ties his jacket around your waist when he surprises you with a ride. “this is jus’ f’r me to see,” he says as he tucks in your skirt underneath the length of his jacket, before playfully smacking your ass and smirking playfully when you whirl around to slap at his arm in retaliation.

biker!simon who reaches behind him when stopped at a light to curl his hand around your thigh, squeezing teasingly and chuckling to himself when you lightly bump your helmet to his. or biker!simon who, when the drive is slow and smooth, curls his hand on top of yours to tangle your fingers together.

biker!simon who has custom gloves, with your initials embroidered on the knuckles. he kisses them before every drive as good luck :((

im soo insane for him

(ext.) (ext.02) (ext.03) // mlist!

#suns.hc #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #suns #i actually genuinely havent moved on from that post my goddd

[tojisun]

i cant even finish my work because all i keep thinking about is simon

the way he loves picking you up or throwing you over his shoulders or burrowing his face on the crook of your neck, breathing you in. the way when you two cuddle, he presses his hand flat on your belly to push you closer to his body because he loves feeling the way your warmth seeps into him. the way he murmurs his words on your skin because he loves kissing you and he doesn’t wanna stop kissing you. the way he nips your shoulder or your cheek because you are just so fuckin adorable. the way he holds your hands, fingers slotting perfectly against yours, or the way he hooks his pinky with yours. the way he makes you kiss his dog tags before he leaves because that’s his damn good luck charm.

cant stop thinking about the way he loves.

#suns.hc #it’s incomprehensible pls dont mind me #god i want him so bad. i love him. i need him its not AHHH i cant even explain shit anymore #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #suns

[tojisun]

this is just scratching the surface of me n oddy’s brainworms n this is so so silly but!! bimbo!reader doing tiktok trends and asking simon to join you in the videos.

simon declines with a quiet fond laugh, telling you that he’s alright just watching – in fact, he just wants to watch; just wants to be the first to see everything you post. so he sits there, making goo-goo eyes as you do your little filmin.

and all’s well, all’s fun, but one day, you didn’t realize that simon’s behind you when you started filming. you didn’t even know he’s back home.

so there you were, doing a recent tiktok trend (it’s def that slipknot x new jeans dance <33), your phone propped precariously between stacked books and your bundled up scarf, and you twirl and dance, not knowing that your phone’s capturing the way simon’s eyes flit towards you with such visceral desire, looking so enamoured and in love. his big body’s resting by the wall, leaning towards it in a way that showcases his bulk – tatted arms and sculpted stomach and trimmed waist – and his ragged charms – big nose and cut jaw and defined cheekbones; showcasing the polarity between you two – big, scary bf and pretty, happy gf.

you scream in shock when you finally got to watch the short video, before dropping your phone in excitement and jumping in simon’s awaiting arms. he kisses you lots and you kiss him back lots, words like i love you’s and i miss you’s interwoven between those kisses, the video forgotten for now.

when you do post it, it blows up for two things: your pretty self and your absolutely whipped of a guard dog boyfriend.

bonus: simon downloads every single video you post. well, he actually likes, bookmarks, and downloads them. he also downloads the ones you send through chat apps, these ones filled with you ranting about penguins or the migration cycle of monarch butterflies or your new nails, with bows and charms, or your new juicy couture tracksuit or about mittens (your cat)!!!

he saves videos of you and mittens too <33

(ty oddy for indulging me aaahhhhh @oddityinthesky)

divider by @/plutism <3

#suns.hc #bimbo!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #female reader #suns #i love bimbo!reader sm <33 #i live vicariously through her

[tojisun]

i just know and i feel it in my little heart. bimbo reader collects sonny angels. maybe she’s even made them little outfits and says one is simon and one is her. i feel like she’s the type to sew a little pocket on his tactical clothes so a little part of her is always with him 😭

HONEY OH MY GOD HONEY THIS IS ADORABLE?? THANK U FOR THE VISION BECAUSE SHE ABSOLUTELY DOES!! got a full collection and a mounted shelf for the lil cherubs n all thattt 🥹🫶🏼 god what a cutie

just imagine how excited you were when you first started collecting them and simon’s a little confused but he gives you his card anyway when you tell him you want to order more.

“they all have the same face, sweets,” he says, bending over to get a clearer view of your display case to see the little things. some have full outfits, while some are almost bare except for their hats, but even then – even with their different skin tones and eye colours and costumes – simon can’t shake off the oddity of seeing a singular expression from an intensive collection. “i don’t get it.”

then, his eyes catch onto a unique set. these two don’t have a plastic-style outfits and are, instead, decked out in little sewn clothes. one’s a wearing a pink dress, sparkly and made of laces, while the other one’s in a basic tactical gear – dark jumper, dark pants, a grey vest that’s fashioned to look like a bulletproof vest – and… a balaclava?

huh. that almost looks like-

“it’s us!” you chirp and simon, well, his heart quivers.

“yeah?” he asks, unable to look away at the little things, feeling so choked up at the affection and love that’s slamming against his ribs.

you hum in reply before your hand, slim and bejewelled, juts out to pluck the two of the dolls from the stand. simon straightens up and turns to face you at your beckoning.

“made ‘em ‘cause i missed you,” you mutter, batting your lashes up at him in a shy manner. you snagged your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling in anxiousness, and simon simply melts.

“oh, lovie,” he croons as he cups your jaw with his palm, his lungs constricting when you instantly nuzzle into his hold. “they’re perfect. y’r perfect.”

he murmurs his thanks when you give him the doll that’s fashioned to look like you, gentle in his touch and reverent as he slides it into the chest pocket of his jacket.

“there she is,” simon murmurs, unaware of how his actions are making you tremble with love. “safe and sound by my heart.”

he chokes in surprise when you throw yourself at him, climbing him with experienced grappling, before cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.

well. simon’s not complaining, that’s for sure.

-;

you bring simon-sonny around when you go out with your friends, plopping it beside your cocktail drink or beside your lil cup of ice cream, before asking your friend to snag a picture of you and the cherub to send to simon (who’s currently deployed).

to: simmy <3

us!!!! 💖🩷 <

and simon responds with a picture from his end, just a little selfie, almost blurry, the angle just enough to show simon looking up at the camera and the little sonny that’s perched inside his chest pocket – the one you diy-ed yourself.

from: simmy <3

> us :)

-;

CRYING THIS IS TOO CUTE!!! RAHHHHH nonbc im so sorry i rambled again 😭 i just. i have sm lil figurines (not specifically sonny) and i just love thinking about a s/o who cares sm they indulge u :’>

#suns.hc #honey <3 #bimbo!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ask #suns #I LOVE THESE TWO DORKS SM WHYRE THEY HEALING MY RELATIONSHIP ISSUES