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[TF141 with A Reader That Can Fall Asleep Anywhere and Anytime]
Price’s heart skips a beat when he steps into the bedroom and sees your legs on the bed while the rest of your body just dangles from the edge of the bed.
He manhandles you back onto the bed and kisses you goodnight, but his poor heart gets surprised again when he goes to the bathroom in the morning and is welcomed by the sight of you dangling your legs on the edge of the empty bathtub this time and body lies in the tub.
He picks you up and you stir, murmuring that you were brushing your teeth when he asks you why you’re sleeping in the tub, and then drift back to dream in his arms with the toothbrush in your hand.
Soap is too used to your weird sleeping habit, so when he comes home and sees you lying with your head on the couch but hanging your legs over the back of the couch, he just scoffs a laugh and carries you to bed.
“Hey Johnny” you mumble when you feel him put you on the bed.
“go back to sleep” He kisses you and goes to shower, and when he finishes and goes back to your side, he shakes his head in disbelief when he finds you lying horizontally even though he just adjusted your position into a normal human one 5 minutes ago.
Gaz wakes up in the morning and walks to the living room just to witness you standing but bend over the kitchen counter, he almost thinks you’re dead and the haziness in his mind just vanishes in a second.
“babe wake up!” he knows you’re alive but still checks if you are breathing as he wakes you up.
“goo morni kyl I -&&:@/“ and he only watches you straight up for a greeting and then slump onto the counter to sleep again, while the tea you make is beside you.
Ghost
“What do you want for dinner?” He asks when you two sit together in front of the desk, he's using his laptop while you’re reading.
“What you want for dinner love?” He says again when he doesn’ t get a response from you.
“Love?”
He turns to face you after another silence, and finally, he discovers why you're so quiet, because you fall asleep while resting your head on your hand.
He grins while taking out his phone and records you, and (luckily) he captures your head slips out of your palm and slams your face on your book as you are totally unfazed and keep snoring.
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I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say
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reader colouring Simon's almost faded tattoos
Simon's chin rests atop your head, his eyes glued to the illuminated screen of his laptop as he replies to his most recent post-deployment barrage of work emails, unfazed by the way you sit comfortably on his lap with a box of skin safe markers.
He's long since grown weary of the black ink swirling under the skin of his arms, depicting images of death and anguish from a time in his life he'd rather not be reminded of. However, in his early twenties angst, regret had been a thing for him to worry about if he made it through his first years as a soldier.
Future Simon regrets them.
Well, actually, he doesn't regret them when you take such joy in using the faded images as your own personal colouring book, drawing life and vibrancy back into his skin with every swipe of cerulean, emerald or dusty pink.
Young Simon, so angry at the world, desperate to take out his fury on everyone who wronged him, would never have imagined this.
"I like the pink." He murmurs to you, letting his eyes flick down just to take stock of what you're up to, making sure you're okay. Always making sure you're okay.
"Like the one in the garden." You nod enthusiastically, looking down at the rose tattoo on his left forearm, filled in with a soft pink, fading into one more vibrant, exactly like the one he'd helped you plant in front of the porch when you'd first moved in to your little home.
Simon doesn't reply, just drops a kiss to the crown of your head as you get back to your colouring, allowing him to get back to his emails.
These are the moments he's glad he made it long enough to see.
Peaceful, quiet, safe, and filled with a gentle love that only you can provide.
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18+ MDNI
Fem!Reader
breeding kink, somnophilia
König with a breeding kink, who wouldn't leave your pussy alone, determined to get you pregnant
who has an unquenchable thirst for your slick pretty pussy and a goal to create a family with you
he goes absolutely feral at the thought of your belly swollen with his child and your boobs big and round
he'd pound into your puffy pussy relentlessly day and night as you whine and beg him to stop (but not really), the aching overstimulation too much to bear
he's got you in mating press, fully caged beneath him and unable to squirm away as he fucks his fat cock into your sensitive abused cunt
and he fills up your fertile womb, shooting rope after rope of hot potent cum inside you, but he's not done with you yet
he turns you over on your stomach and shoves your face into the pillow, slipping his once again hardened cock into your drooling cunt from behind and fucking you like an animal in heat
now he’s not one to ignore your needs, but he'd be too lost in the moment to care as he chases his own high, his mind set on filling you up really nice and making you a mom
it's just a bonus that he makes you cum every single time, getting to hear your pretty moans of his name sends him right to the apex
and he'd replenish your womb once again, staying inside you all throughout the night, his cock acting as a plug so it would take
and even when you're fast asleep in his arms, his hunger doesn't go away. in fact, it only grows stronger
he turns you on your side and spreads your plushy thighs apart and settles between them, slipping his throbbing cock inside your warm cunt with a shaky sigh
and you slowly stir awake from the wide stretch stinging a bit, his thick veiny cock sliding in and out of your gummy walls
you breathily call out to him, the fog in your brain gradually lifting off and pleasure replacing the ache between your legs
"shh, schatz! let me feel you please!" he coos into your ear while splitting you open on his meaty cock from behind and cupping and massaging the soft flesh of your boobs
and when you finally do get pregnant, he's over the moon and gets overprotective and even more touchy (as if he already wasn't)
pregnancy sex is a must! you're just so beautiful and irresistible with your swollen tummy and your round plush boobs
of course he'd be more careful with you in that state, but still manages to satisfy both his and your needs which are through the roof due to the hormones
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bouncing on simon's fat cock that nestled deep into your slimy, squelching cunt, you're wearing his pajama shirt with a cracked, frayed skull print on the dark fabric that lifts up with every slap of your supple ass against his muscular, lightly hairy thighs.
shirt flutters up every time you plunk down on his meaty shaft with a loud squelch of your gooey pussy, throbbing tip oozing pearly precum against your sleek walls as simon rolls back his head with noisy sighs and growling moans, beefy hands pawing at your pretty body through the black fabric.
you don't let him get under the shirt to squeeze and stroke your naked skin, slide up to tease your perky nipples, you only lean closer to cover his neck with sharp bites and hot kisses, watching the fair skin turn burning red under your soft lips.
your delicate fingers crawl between your own legs, touching the slick of juices that smear the inside of your willowy thighs, finding the throbbing nub of your engorged clit, flicking the puffy flesh and making the walls of your cunt pulse and clench, which pulls chocked, whiny moan out of simon's thin lips
— “bloody hell, g-god — i'm close, s-sweetheart, slow the heck down!„ yet you don't hear his plea, all the sounds in your ears are incoherent buzz as you arch your back like a cat, white flash of pleasure rolls through your body, making your gooey cunt clamp on simon's fat cock, spurting with your sweet, creamy cum.
it triggers his own orgasm, causing simon to twitch as his dark eyes roll back back into his skull, calloused hands roughly grip the curve of your waist, pinning you in place, letting his cock press into your spongy spot and jerk with spurting ropes of his thick load.
simon's ragged gasps lost against the background of your sweet, slurred mewls of — “s-si! fuckfuckfuck, feels good!„ as he fills you with jerking hips and shallow pumps till your combined cum leaks from your creamed pussy back towards his hairy pelvis.
✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.
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simon having to stuff his mask in your mouth when he’s eating you out because you’re so loud, it might wake up the rest of the squad :((
(oh but they are awake—callused hands fisting their own cocks, thumbs pressing down on their leaking slits. the new sounds of your muffled and gargled voice just makes them buck harder, and they bite down on their lips to smother the curses.
simon knows they’re awake—even you do—but there is something so maddening at the pretence. at the way simon’s bulk and his strength and his touch manhandles you, fills you, overpowers you.)
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how bad is it i just want some heartbreaking angst with viking!Simon for him to finally realise his wife is IT for him and how his feelings have developed into love and adoration
sorry this sucks I wrote it on the train home from work 😭
c/w: kidnapping, happy ending
it happens when someone tries to tear your precious family apart. another raid on the village and he’s piled away from the heat of battle by his little wife’s bloodcurdling scream. his heart is pounding when he finds you and you immediately drop to your knees in front of him, sobs ripping their way from your throat
his hands make a home on your elbows, trying to keep you up as your knees just give out in agony,
“our son! they took our baby, simon!”
his blood runs could when he hears this, his hands trembling as his own stand nearly gives out. he cradles your head to his chest, shushing you. he never knew the sounds of pain could make his heart stop in his chest like this
but it’s you. it’s your son. his family. everything that you had both worked so hard to build together. he’ll die before he allows those scavengers to take this from him. he hands you off to price, telling him to look after you before saddling up on his black stallion. he spares you one last look before he sets off,
“I’ll bring him home to us. where he belongs, I promise you that.”
the next few days are torture for you. you refuse to leave your home as the clan try to comfort you. bringing you food and trying to coax you to eat but how can you eat when you have no idea if your husband and son are okay
you sit by the window all day and all night, waiting to see that familiar steed trot back up to the village. it’s the middle of the night when you finally do. the sight of your husband cradling a small bundle to his chest makes you sit up instantly, wiping the tears that had been falling all day
you’re up on your feet instantly, darting out the door before simon can even plant his feet on the ground. when he sees you running towards him, he holds your son out instantly for you to grasp. you hug him to your chest as cries of relief leave your mouth,
“thank you, oh thank you, simon!” you wail, falling against him as he takes you both into his arms. the sight of your reunited family brings tears to everyone’s eyes as simon wastes no time shuffling you and your son back into the house
even once your both settled into bed, your son bathed and changed as he feeds from your chest, the tears don’t stop falling. simon understands, you’re a new mother who had her son snatched from her arms. you’re terrified of losing him again
“it’s okay, love. he’s home with us. where he belongs…” your husband grunts, grasping your chin and placing a kiss to your forehead. affection is still sparse in your marriage but when it happens, it’s all natural
he doesn’t sleep that night. he sits up all night, one arm hugging you to his chest and the other cradling your sleeping newborn. and simon realises that this is what his duty is. not protecting the clan, not being the most fierce warrior but rather, protecting you. his darling with and the precious son that you gifted him
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Imagine we were one of the rare stray humans not in any resistance camp and just trying to survive. König sees us as a cute little human who definitely wouldn’t survive out here in a war zone. So he takes some sort of pity on poor, sweet little stray us.
Now imagine his fascination and happiness when we finally start to gain a bit or weight and show a bit more squish. A little softer and chubbier. More soft and ready for his eggs…
Konig is fascinated by you. A human in the wild is a rarity, but a lonely human in the wild without any pesky human resistance around...it's a chance of a lifetime, and Konig doesn't wait a second before simply snatching you with him. It's your fault, really, you're silly if you think you can survive here on your own!
He is slightly softer with you than if you were a part of the resistance – he sees you as this cute stray he picked up, and he is on the mission to fatten you up, fill you with jis eggs and train you to be his perfect little pet. It's demeaning and dehumanizing, but you quickly learn that waddling behind him and obediently getting on his lap when demanded affection will get you sweets, nice trinkets and soft pillows for your nest. You're a really smart stray, after all.
He is feeding you from his hands, refusing to give you any cutlery – you’re too clumsy, you will cut yourself! His tentacles are good at picking up even the smallest pieces of food, and he wants you to lick anything that's left, like a good girl.
He lives to squish you! You would have to learn to stop being so tense around him, so nervous of his touches, he is your mate now! You're having to sit on his lap, his dick deep in your pussy, as a form of exposure treatment and making you starved to his touch. He is warming his tentacles inside of you while using others to make you eat, so your little independence streak will end with your cute lips begging him to fill you up.
He is so proud when you finally take his eggs, you proven to be a good pet! You deserve even more now, so dumb and so soft for him...
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I'm not sure if this was mentioned/asked before, but you said that his human would start to produce breast milk even though it's only eggs. Would Konig drink the milk you think???
Yes! He is fascinated with this aspect of your body - the way you gain weight and become softer each day, the way your hormones make you so adorably angry at him all the time, all of your cravings...he is going a bit baby crazy not over his actual kids growing in eggs inside of you - but with your pregnant body. He knows it's not real pregnancy, but your body is a whole different story...and he adores it.
When you start lactating, the wet spots on your thin, barely covering anything, clothes, your chest getting sensitive and heavy...he loves to tease your nipples with his smaller tentacles, sucking on sensitive buds just so he could laugh at making you cum just from his touches on your chest...it only gets worse once he founds out you are leaking milk now. If you tried to hide it from him...good luck on your case because you failed miserably.
Konig won't ever let you off his lap now - he constantly bounces you on his knee, hugging you with his hands and tentacles, smiling as he forces his tongue over your swollen, sensitive nipple, and drinking ev everything you can offer. Your poor body is confused, the amount of milk produced is too much for any amount of eggs you have now - especially since little octobabies don't even need milk. Konig loves to drink it though, your little cries and begs for him to just stop biting and tugging on your nipples are like music to his ears.
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More slutty Chubby Bucky thots. He’s a sweetheart. An absolute angel. Until he has you spready out on his bed. Suddenly he’s greedy. Never satisfied. Relentless.
“One more sweets, just one more” He’s panting in your ear, determined to get you to milk his cock, your whines and whimpers only spurring him on more. He grips onto your hip, moving your legs higher so he can fuck you deeper, driving his cock into you, his other hand rubbing your nipples.
“C-can’t!” You sob, you can feel him all over; on top of you, inside you, his teeth grazing your beck.
“You can, c’mon baby, I need it” He has no idea how he’s still going either but you have that effect on him. He’s fucking his cum back into you because he’s already filled you up once. “Milk my cock baby, please, it’s still so fucking hard”
He could have stopped then but he’s selfish. He wants more.
“You’re so warm” He growls against your neck, barely pulling out, rutting his cock in you, “And wet, feel’s s’good angel, my cum feels good in your pussy” He loves how soaked you are, your mixed arousal making it easy for him to sloppily grind into you. You love the feeling of his beefy soft body resting heavy on top of you, all your senses dialed to 100 as you feel another orgasm build up.
“S’too much Bucky” You dig your nails into his meaty shoulders making him moan loudly, his cock throbbing at the sting of your scratches.
“S’too much for me too but I can’t help it angel, y’feel too good” He’s determined to feel you clench and throb around him, speeding up his pace, grabbing the headboard to ground himself. He pounds you hard and fast, grunting and moaning against your skin, desperately wanting to cum but not before he gets on more. His filthy mouth is relentless.
“You see how fucking greedy you make me baby, can’t get enough of this, making me feel so good”
“Can’t help myself, you got my cock fucked up sweets, even my balls feel heavy, there’s so much cum baby, you’re gonna make me cum so hard”
“You want that baby? Want me to cum so fucking hard for you, get the bed nice and wet?”
“Wanna soak the sheets princess, let me fill this sweet pussy up so i can keep fucking my cum back into you?
“My pretty little cupcake, you feel how hard I am? So sensitive right now, only you do this to me baby, s-shit, gonna make me blow again”
“Milk me baby, it’s your cock, cum all over me baby, go on, make a mess for me princess”
“B-BUCKY I- You let out a silent scream as start to flutter around him, a satisfied growl leaving his lips as he pace grows messy, ropes of cum throbbing from him cock. He
“Oh fuck, can’t even stop cumming” He whines into your neck, his semi hard cock still dribbling inside you, his arms moving to wrap around your body, jolting at the after shocks of his climax. “Fuck, it’s so much, can’t-can’t stop”
You coo, holding him while he catches his breath, letting his full weight collapse on you, rubbing his back till his finally starts to soften.
“So greedy” you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his pink lips, the flush on his skin depending. He snuggles into your chest while you play with his hair, still keeping his cock warm because there was no way he’d pull out when he knows he’s going to be hard again in no time.
“Only for you princess”
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john “big stretch” price
simon “make it fit” riley
soap “just the tip” mactavish
kyle “give me one more” garrick
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Viking! König
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Viking! König Headcanons
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Viking König who starts making sharper weapons to slaughter his enemies
Viking König who has a soft spot only for his wife. You came from a different village, one that König is known for “collecting their tax” for his protection. You were part of an arranged marriage because your family couldn’t pay him, so you where the payment
Viking König who won’t let anything happen to you. You both grew to love each other
Viking König has a bit of that dad body with a bit of muscle to him
Viking König who is covered in traditional tribal tattoos for his bravery as a warrior and clan leader
Viking König who lives kind of secluded from everyone else but everyone knows where to find him if anything happens
With that being said Viking König like to take baths in the river with you naked joining him in the same river you both washing dirt off each other and it leads into something more
Viking König has started to like walking around his home naked or half naked and likes for you to join him
Viking König who loves seeing your face, moaning his name or placing your small hands on his lower stomach knowing he is way bigger than you and you look sexy as hell under him
Viking König who’s favorite position is missionary because he loves seeing your face while you are under him taking him so well
Viking König who carries you on his arm showing you off in a way, you are all giddy when he flexes and you are slightly raised up
Viking König who treats you like the Queen or Princess you are. You sit on his lap in the great dining hall with the entire clan. He let’s you eat from his plate that was more of a feast than anything
Viking König who eats you out on the big table with the clan members acting like nothing is happening
Viking König loves being home and sees his wife walking around the home nothing but bare skin
Viking König who loves you laying on the warm furs on your shared bed
“How could you look so beautiful?” You just shrug at his comment
Viking König who loves seeing you get off with nothing but your fingers, your warm bodies finally getting close to each other and he starts to help you out
Viking König who hates being interrupted while his time with you
“Someone better be dying!” König yells.
Viking König who is intimidating, buff, cold, ruthless, and cruel, the little time he has with you and it gets interrupted by someone he’s pissed
Viking König who sits on his throne as a traitor was amongst his clan
Viking König who lets the traitor take an axe to the face and head and then goes back to you
Viking König who starts wanting a child
Viking König who takes his time with the baby making till you were comfortable with the idea of having to carry a baby around in you for 9 months
Viking König who treats you like you were glass. His hands always holding you as you tried to move around the clan
Viking König who scares off all the man who thought you looked even more sexier when you were pregnant
“How dare they look at you?” König growls while looking down at you
“I’m okay, König,” you tell him, patting his arm.
Viking König who becomes a tad jealous of your baby always latched to you
Viking König who is seen as the best father
Viking König who takes your sons hunting for the first time. He shows your son how to shot a bow, it started out with fish and he made his way to start hunting turkey and deer next
Viking König who sees your daughters making things out of leaves and flowers. Flower crowns, and woven baskets, he like carrying them around for her as she collects her materials for more things to make
Viking König who sends his kids to bed early because he loves to have his time with you, making love to you and kissing every square inch of your body just hear your soft moans
Viking König who loves having date night in a stream of water naked with you, you two drinking and it became very heated in the water
Viking König who likes to play with his children, having a lot of kids and he spends all of his time with them the best her could
Viking König who gets caught in the middle of his daughters braiding his hair, putting flowers in his hair, curling his hair with pinecones and they pretended to give him more tattoos
Viking König who plays 'hide and seek' with his sons, showing them how to not get caught by the enemy and how to be sneaky when also hunting.
"I found you Leon," König says, pointing an arrow at his son hiding behind a tree.
"Dad~" he groans, coming out from behind the tree.
"I saw you Claus," he comes out from the tree, that Leon was behind.
"Felix, go wash up, your mother will hate seeing you covered in mud. If I can see you, your enemy will too," König says as he walked back to his home with his boys behind him.
Viking König who starts training himself to get ready for when he has to leave you and his children for a battle
Viking König who hates when he has to leave, he's leaving you to handle 5 kids on your own
Viking König who started a big feast before he has to leave
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You stir awake, sighing as you roll over to face your sleeping husband. You sit up, fixing your stretchy shirt over your very swollen belly. You pat Simon’s side. “Si? Si! Si!”
He groans as he wakes up, rolling over and shoving his head into his pillow. “Go back t’ sleep.”
“I want a big mac.”
He groans louder.
“Please, Si? I’m super hungry. And bubby keeps kicking.”
He sighs, “Look ‘t the time, lovie.”
You almost tear up.
When he notices the frown on your face, he sighs again, getting up. “Which one is the closest?”
You smile, almost jumping with joy as you lean up to press a million kisses to his cheek. “The one on 42nd.”
He leans down, kissing your belly and your lips before heading off to get dressed.
He returns 20 minutes later, a bag and 2 drinks in hand. You practically moan at the smell as he hands you the bag.
“I love you,” you moan as you take a bite of your burger. He chuckles, eating his own. “Bubby loves you too. He’s kicking every time I take a bite.”
“Bet ‘e does.” Simon kisses your belly as you stuff a few fries in your mouth. “Lovie?”
“Yeah?” you ask with a mouth full.
“Do ya think he’ll like me?”
“For the millionth time, my love, you are nothing like your father. You’re far too kind and too amazing and too sweet. He’s going to love you. Just like I do.”
He chuckles, “Love you too.”
He leans down, kissing your belly.
“Both of ya annoying little buggers. Always fuckin’ hungry.”
#ghost call of duty#ghost imagine#ghost x reader#simon riley cod#ghost simon riley#ghost cod#simon riley#simon riley fluff#simon riley x reader#cod ghost
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Kylo Ren would finger you while sitting on the throne. He'd use the Force to keep you still on top of him, keep your legs parted when you can't anymore and move his big, thick fingers slowly in and out to the point you starts weeping and begging for release. When you do he lets you go but he also puts his fingers out and fishes out his hard cock. You can't to come don't you? Then get to riding.
#star wars x reader#star wars smut#kylo ren smut#kylo ren x reader#kylo ren x you#kylo ren imagine#kylo ren x female reader
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A stray cat wanders into the base and follows Simon around. You overhear him crooning “good girl” to it and you’re instantly reduced to a puddle 🫠🫠 hoping you’ll catch him saying it again. He’ll totally use it against you though if he realises the effect it has on you
Meow bestie!
This is adorable I love it! I got carried away, I sawry 🥹👉👈
Simon has never had pets.
He’s away so often, he couldn’t look after them. Also getting attached to things isn’t really something he wants to engage with.
Things get broken or lost. Animals shuffle off the mortal coil too soon and sometimes people do as well.
So when the scrawniest looking cat wanders up to him one night on base, he ignores it. Inhaling the last of his cigarette and tossing it onto the gravel beneath him.
The cat meows and rubs against his legs, unfazed by his daunting presence, eyeblack or mask.
“I ain’t got any food.” Si tells it sternly.
It gives his knee a soft headbutt. In spite of himself, he bends down and scratches it’s little face.
But as he begins the walk back to his room, his new friend follows happily. Si tries to shut the door on it, but it yowls so loudly outside that he caves in to get some shut eye.
When he wakes up, it’s curled on his bare chest, purring happily.
Several weeks later, ‘Kitty’ the imaginatively named cat, is a permanent fixture on base. She adores Soap and Gaz, sitting in their laps during briefings, but her real affections lie with Simon.
Crossing the canteen early one morning, ready to make coffee, you overhear Si in the kitchen.
“There’s your breakfast. Eat it slowly now yeah?”
Your feet stop in their tracks. Simon Riley is intimidating, Ghost is even more scary. You haven’t had much to do with him so far, other than admiring the way he looks in his tactical gear from a distance.
“Good girl Kitty, you’re such a good girl ain’t ya.” His voice is so soft and the effect it has on you is almost instantaneous.
Cheeks hot, you’re almost panting at the way he’s talking to his bloody cat.
Surreptitiously, you creep round the corner and eye him. Kitty is on the counter of the small kitchen, face covered with cat food, while Simon tickles her ears.
Deciding you’re not brave enough to interrupt the tender scene, you sneak back out of the canteen. But you can’t get Si’s voice out of your head, it plays on repeat all day.
Three mornings in a row, you quietly observe him feeding the cat, dying internally every time he calls her a ‘good girl’.
He says it once when you’re in a meeting with him and Soap, as Kitty jumps into his lap. Honestly you have to suppress a squirm in your chair.
Simon looks at you through his balaclava, eyes narrowing, but doesn’t say anything. You swear you see his mask twitch slightly with humour.
The next morning, as you finish your usual ritual in the canteen, a deep voice stops you in your tracks. You’d been heading for the door, brain full of thoughts about being Si’s good girl.
“Think you’re being fuckin sneaky don’t you.”
You cringe, turning to face him. His broad shoulders are set and he’s crossed both arms over his muscled chest.
Words die on your tongue. Kitty paws at your boot laces.
“Why d’ya keep coming in here and then leaving without sayin anything?” Simon asks, head tilting in a way that makes your stomach clench.
“Don’t want to interrupt you.” You whisper, trying to back away.
Simon chuckles.
“Liar. And if you were interrupting me I’d have told you off already.”
God your eyes are about to pop out of your head, you’re sure of it. He’s so fine, dark eyes burning into yours with interest.
Then his mask twitches again.
“Be a good girl, go and get your coffee. Get me one too ta? Black two sugars.”
You almost get on your knees for him then and there.
Why do I now wanna add Simon and Kitty to my ever expanding WIP list 😩
Also I cannot find the artist to credit on this cute art 😭 please let me know if it’s yours or you have a tag so I can add! (Found on Pinterest)
Part two here 💗
#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley#ghost call of duty#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x reader
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A Short Comic ft Price & Simon
This idea spawned from the thought:
What if Price knew Simon before Ghost? That's why he said "It's good to see you again Simon." during the whole mask scene. To me, Price is a guy that puts a lot on himself. So... this came out.
#call of duty#mw2#cod mw2#captain price#price#simon ghost riley#ghost#simon riley#mw1#141#john price
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