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reelovesfictionalmen · 9 hours

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Grocery shopping with Simon “Ghost” Riley.

My blog is predominantly 18+ minors DNI

No warnings but there are mentions of food and alcohol. 440~ Words

Simon is the king of loyalty cards.

He has a Nectar card. He religiously swipes his Tesco Club card. He has a Morrisons Fuel card for Christ’s sake.

He claims it’s because it saves money, even though he frequently grumbles that “it’s a con to make you shop there more”.

So when you’re out grocery shopping he’s always looking for good deals and will use up every point, coupon, and special offer whenever he can.

Before you he wouldn’t dare put something in the trolley if it wasn’t on offer, switching deodorant brands frequently, eating the same soup for weeks because he had to buy ten cans to get the best price.

Now, however, he has loosened his rules. Relaxed his near-obsessive frugal habits, because he wants you to have the best.

If that bottle of wine/brand of crisps/favourite ice cream you like is on offer? Well that just sweetens the deal. Literally.

You call him out on it one day when you’re in the frozen aisle, trying to decide between a branded frozen treat or Asda’s (cheaper) own brand.

“Get the more expensive one,” he coaxes you as he notices your decision paralysis as you hover in front of the glass door.

He snakes his thick, muscular arms around your middle and pulls you back against him as he places a kiss to the side of your temple. You lean back and squeeze his forearms with both hands as you look up at him.

“Don’t think it’s a waste of money?”

“Nah, besides, we earn enough to not worry about,” he pauses to peer at the prices, “A fifty pence difference.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Simon Riley?” You ask with a chuckle as he smiles against your skin, a soft hum rippling through his chest.

“Shut up and just get the ice cream,” he growls but there’s no menace in it.

You both know how much he’s changed, how much he’s grown since he met you. It warms your heart to know that you’ve impacted his life so positively.

Heavens know he’s done the same and more for you.

You finish up the shop and are getting ready to pay when the woman at the till beams at you.

“Ah the sign must have fallen off, this is actually half-price!”

She wiggles the tub of ice cream in the air and you can’t help but grin at the way Simon exhales in a silent laugh. Nostrils flaring as he tries to stifle the triumphant grin on his face.

CoD Masterlist Grocery Shopping with Gaz Grocery Shopping with Soap Grocery Shopping with Price Grocery Shopping with König

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reelovesfictionalmen · 9 hours

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Simon is still very much sleeping when he mumbles in your neck "whatever you're overthinking I'll fix it tomorrow so just go to sleep." Because handling your business is encoded in his spine by now.

On a primal level Simon's brain holds your wishes equal with his own. And whatever you want you get.

You want to start eating organic, done.

You want that person killed,done.

You want an ugly ass shitsu, done.

Simon has no moral compass but he's got a spouse to please and money and unholy skills.

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reelovesfictionalmen · 11 hours

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the man behind the mask.

ghost finally opens up to you enough to let you see under the mask (800 words)

a/n: this is super cute and one of my favourite works so far, so i hope you enjoy!

pairing: ghost x gn reader

tags/warnings: no warnings, fluffy, maybe a little angsty in places(?), taking off the mask, first kiss, reader in 141.

it was a quiet afternoon at the base and somehow you had ended up in ghost’s quarters again. he acted like he didn’t want you there, but really, he didn’t mind. it was hard for him to keep up his scary, emotionless persona around you. something about you just softened him around the edges more than anyone else could. that was probably why he kept opening the door to you every time you knocked.

normally, it was because you were “bored” or “couldn’t sleep”. but really, it was just because you liked spending time with him. and recently he’d been opening up to you a lot more than usual.

when your little knocks echoed through his room, something inside him just felt right. he’d never felt it before. god, one time you had even made him laugh. a proper laugh too, that ripped through his chest. he’d never laughed like that, not since he was a kid.

so when you asked him if he wanted to watch a movie with him tonight, he let you in and decided to sit closer to you than he had before. in fact, he was so close that you realised half way through the movie that his arm had been around the back of your spot on the couch the whole time.

and when he got up to make you both a tea, you decided to follow him into the kitchen.

you’re not sure what made you. maybe you'd just feel too lonely without him, waiting for him to come back with the drinks.

you found him leaning his back on the kitchen counter, eyes already on you as you slowly came through the doorframe.

you walked over to him and stood in front of him. closely. maybe a little too closely.

“what do you hide, under that mask?” you whispered as you reached your hands up to his face, kettle boiling softly in the background as the movie played into an empty room.

your fingers dipped under its fabric, grasping it slightly, half expecting him to grab your hands and push you away.

but he didn’t.

he just looked down at you with those dark, cold eyes. watching you. waiting for your next move.

you pulled the mask up slowly, keeping eye contact to make sure you could read him. you didn’t want to scare him away. you revealed his chin, then his lips. you stopped there, not wanting to go too fast. you were shocked that he didn’t shout at you, tell you to get out, never speak to you again for pushing a boundary. but he didn’t. you just looked at him, taking in this new part of him for the first time.

his whole face was littered with thick white scars and fading red gashes. he had little pieces missing from his jawline and his nose had a bump in the middle, a reminder of all the times he had broken it in the past. one of his scars was so deep - it went right through his mouth and down to his chin, distorting the shape. his lips, though, were pink and plump. and so inviting. you could kiss them. you really could-

"take a picture, it'll last longer" he said, rolling his eyes at you with a sort of smirk, revealing his white but crooked teeth.

"i-" he pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours. it was needy but it wasn’t rough. it was sweet and meaningful. you weren’t expecting it at all. it took you a second to actually realise what was happening and relax into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands were on the small of your back, holding you close so your bodies were together, souls intertwined. you knew that it had probably been a long time since he’d let anyone be this close to him. maybe it was the first time ever. but it was hard to form real thoughts with the way his lips just melted into yours. and when his tongue dragged across your bottom lip, you happily let him in, deepening the kiss, causing a pink blush to form across both of your cheeks.

when the kettle clicked off he slowly pulled away, both of you out of breath and processing what had just happened.

you half expected him to say something. but he just pulled the mask back down and made you a tea, placing the warm mug into your small hands. a token of his appreciation for letting him trust you. for letting him trust again.

you supposed he never really was great with his words.

in his head, it was a silent "please, never leave. stay here in my room forever". and something in his eyes was warmer than it was before.

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reelovesfictionalmen · 12 hours

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Ya know how everyone is like Simon is black cat energy- well, I don't deny he can be like that what I would like to counter with is black lab energy around the person he's most comfortable with

Simon, who drags you on his morning runs because he will spend the entire time talking about trucks or something boyish

ie: "And so then you gotta- baby? Why'd ya stop?"

"We-just-" heave, "Ran a fort-four miniute-" heave, "mile."

"Yeah? Cmon, six miles today."

Simon, who will do push ups before bed if he has too much energy and knows he will just toss and turn

Simon, who loops a finger in your belt loop whenever you're shopping because lord knows that man has separation anxiety

Simon, who did once hide your shoes when he knew you had to leave super early in the morning so you would be forced to wake him up to ask him where he put them

"Simon."

Hes been awake, obviously, the phone praticallly thrown at the wall when you opened the door was an indicator, "Mm, noo. sleep."

"Simon O'Donnel Riley I swear to god if you don't give my shoes right now-!"

"...I require somethin' in return."

"You birts and your taxes, 'm going barefoot."

Simon who loves intimacy, yeah sex but he likes being close, like if he squeezed you any closer he may actually break your bones on accident

Simon, who doesn't tell you this but that one time when you got the flu? he had the time of his life, normally because you're the one cleaning him up after missions, tending to his needs, and he liked being able to do the same to you

Simon, who has the worst (best) puppy eyes you've ever seen

"one kiss."

"I have a face mask on, do you want to kiss me when I look like a taxidermy panda?" You reply with a frown, book in lap and craning your neck to see your boyfriend from how he leaned over the sofa.

He blinks at your reply and the next thing you are aware of he's laying atop of you on the sofa completely trapping you under his weight, "Jus take it off if it bugs ya tha' much."

You playfully pout your bottom lip out, "But it's supposed to be on for twenty minutes. It's been ten."

"But I wan a kiss."

"But I want to have a pretty face."

Then it was his turn to playfully pout, "You have the prettiest face."

(long story short you obvious gave in cause...I would so therefore so do you <3 )

Simon, who goes from loving and doting boyfriend to scary military man as soon as he gets out of the car

Simon, who is aware you have a video of him baby talking that you took when he wasn't aware that you were recording

(yes based off that one tiktok, I laugh every time I see it)

Simon, who hates pecks but loves giving them, like this man will just hold your face and shower you with kisses for minutes on end (its his hobby or something)

Annnnyway thats it! feedback and comments, an alllll that jazz mean the world to me! <333

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reelovesfictionalmen · 12 hours

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Grim Reaper!Ghost*Reader that’s always alone

You and Simon were lovers, after you both died, you reincarnated, but Simon was forced to become a Grim Reaper, that’s why you’re always lonely because Simon didn’t reincarnate.

People near their death usually can’t see grim reapers, but for some reasons, you can see Ghost in every of your life before your death, but you don’t remember him.

Yet he remembers you, remembers the love, and every encounter with you in different life, but what waits for him is the endless cycle of seeing you forget him, and watch you live lonely till your end.

1.

“Are you here to bring me to the afterlife?” Ghost hear you ask as you look straight at him.

“You can see me.”

“Does that mean it’s almost the time?”

“you still got some time.”

“Okay then.”

2.

You are talkative, every time you wake up, you keep rambling, but not annoying, Ghost must admit, actually he enjoys hearing your cheerful voice.

“Oh, wait, What’s your name, Sir?”

“Call me Ghost.”

“Ghost, nice to meet you.”

He only gives you a grunt as a response, but you seem quite satisfied, and go back to tell him your experience again.

3.

You can’t say things anymore, most of your time is in a coma, Ghost looks at your pale face, the empty ward is silent except for the beeping of the monitor.

Time for them isn’t important anymore, so he doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at you, until you stir a bit, and open your eyes slowly.

“Yeah, it’s time to go.” He tells you softly, he knows what you want to ask.

He watches you blink a few times, before beckoning him to come closer.

Ghost reaches out his hand, letting you write things on it, even though you can’t really touch him.

He patiently waits for you to finish.

Thank you, Ghost.

He knows what you’re thanking for: having his company at the end of your life.

“Call me Simon.” He coos.

Your eyes widen a bit, and again, you write a wobbly “Simon” on his palm.

He sees the corner of your eyes crinkle, and he reminds himself, don’t tell you how much he craves to hear you call him by his real name.

4.

Ghost stands at the corner of the ward.

The room is in chaos, doctors and nurses rushing around, trying their best to save you from dying, but it’s impossible, because you’re leaving the world today.

He walks to your side when one of the nurses covers your face with white clothes.

The whole thing will happen again. You will reincarnate, live a lonely live, and he will see you living in solitude, wait until the last part of your life and you’re able to see him, but forget everything, including the fact that you two were lovers before.

A kiss lands on your covered lips as he takes your soul, and vanishes in a blink of an eye.

a/n: just some brainrot that I really need to get rid of :D

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reelovesfictionalmen · 2 days

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simon x sick!reader

wc— 973

cw— sick fic!! reader is gender neutral. emetophobia warning!! > mention of throwing up. simon being a good boyfriend.

a/n— this is my first official addition to this page!! i’m still getting used to this whole “writing and posting” thing, so i’d love feedback and constructive criticism :3 enjoy!!

your body felt hot. the weight of your sheets on top of you was all you could feel aside from the way your eyes felt glued shut and how your clothes stuck uncomfortably to your back.

the past few days you knew you were starting to catch something, a few sneezes there and a small headache there — but you’d never guess you’d start to feel this bad.

now, it’s not like you were running to the bathroom and hurling the remains of your dinner from the past night into the toilet bowl, no. however, you did feel like the inside of your throat was being clawed at by a very angry cat and your mouth was dry from not being able to breathe clearly from your nose.

forcing your eyes open, you groan as you stir from your warm and slightly damp spot of the bed, your eyes adjusting to your dark room. you lick your lips, attempting to bring back some moisture, but they dried up again almost immediately.

“ugh… si?” you groan, looking to his side of the bed where he was. well, where he would be. you blinked your eyes, lifting your hand and placing it in his spot and feeling the warmth of his body that was left behind. huh.

you peered at the alarm clock on your nightstand. 2:41 am.

“si?” you weakly called out again, your nasally voice ringing throughout your shared bedroom. a few moments pass before you hear the heavy padding of feet approaching, a muscular forearm gently nudging the door open.

simon’s dark silhouette walked in, a mug of something in hand and a thermometer in the other. he shuffled closer, setting the mug down on the nightstand and turning on the small lamp next to the edge.

the lamp illuminated his dark eyes, which shifted from the thermometer’s buttons to you after turning it on. his short, blond locks were tousled from sleep, scratching the scruff on his jaw.

“woke up a couple minutes ago. felt ya’ start to get hot,” he grunted, holding the thermometer up to your forehead as he took your temperature. after the beep, he squinted, reading back your temperature in his gruff voice.

“99.8” he stated, setting the thermometer down and sitting on the edge of the bed, rugged body slightly facing you as one leg folded onto the sheets and the other hung off the bed.

“nothing too bad, yet.”

coaxing you to sit up, he carefully brings the cup of tea towards you, pausing when your hands don’t come up to take it. he looks up at you, watching you eye the steaming cup suspiciously. he sighs

“yes, it has enough honey.” he clarifies, watching your expression relax. he held his hand beneath yours as you took hold of the mug, softly blowing on it before you took a sip.

you hummed in satisfaction, affirming his words. “thank you, si,” you murmured, “but aren’t you going to get sick too?”

“don’t worry about that, lovie. focus on you gettin’ better,” his voice rumbled. you took a few more sips of the tea, soothing your throat little by little, before deciding you were too sweaty to finish it.

you handed the mug to him before coughing into your elbow, trying to clear out the feeling of glass in your throat but failing.

“i’m so sweaty…” you groan, watching as simon automatically puts the mug down and gets up, moving to the closet as he looks for something lighter for you to wear.

he’s back within a few seconds, one of his large t-shirts in hand and a pair of sleep shorts just in case.

“up,” he nudges your arms, helping you take off your long sleeve shirt which was slightly cold with your sweat. tossing it to the side, he rolled up the other shirt, gingerly slipping the sleeves down your arms as his shirt draped across your form.

“shorts?” he asked, noting how you already weren’t wearing pants, opting to sleep in your underwear instead. when you shook your head, he walked to the closet once more, putting the shorts away and your shirt in the hamper.

“thank you, si,” you whispered tiredly.

“none of that. need anything else? some water?”

“yes, please”

he walked out of the room.

you wondered how you ended up with such a caring man as your boyfriend. he’s practically a mind reader at this point. you looked down, eyeing the shirt he picked out for you. it was an old shirt of his, one he used to wear frequently before he became a part of your life.

the shirt was a dark gray, small holes between the seams of the sleeves. it was your favorite one, hence how worn out it was. you took the soft fabric in your hands, bringing it up to smell the familiar scent.

simon walks back into the room with a fresh glass of water, noticing you. he gently tuts to himself, setting the glass next to the mug he had forgotten to take to the kitchen with him.

he plopped back into your shared bed, your body falling towards him as the bed shifted from his weight. settling the sheets over his lower half, he handed you the glass of water, waiting patiently for you to be finished. when you were, he set the glass back down, the two of you getting comfortable once more.

he subconsciously brought you towards him as you lied back down, his strong arm pulling you into his broad, clothed chest. you sighed again, breathing him in as you tried to forget about the oncoming congestion you felt. your hand settled on his waist, your legs entangled with his.

“i love you, simon.” you exhaled, closing your eyes once more.

“love you too, sweetheart,” he grumbled into your hair.

maybe getting sick wasn’t gonna be so bad after all.

~🧸

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reelovesfictionalmen · 3 days

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Your Thoughts Aren't Word

To celebrate the day of the weed, I written an angsty Nikto x reader fic while I was high-fiving the sun in the clouds. 4/20 motivates you to do great things.

I love Nikto. He may not be my favorite, but he's the character I depend on when no one seems to want to make content of my faves. Keep in mind, I have a different spin on him than portrayed by most of the fandom. God, he's emotionally unstable <33

You were sure that Nikto didn't loved you.

All of it meant nothing, you think. Every forehead touch he gives before leaving for a mission, every offered cigarette that has been kissed by his scarred lips, every embrace he initiates in his sleep because he's too prideful to hug you awake... They weren't full of love. You were convinced that he felt nothing for you. Every single thing he'd done for you and to you, all of it was so that he could maintain you. It was all just to entertain you, his little pet that he goes to whenever he was down for the count and needed something or someone who gives him kisses for his scars and a warm bed to invade for the week.

He was using you, you think. You've seen his many moments where he would often get into relationships with other soldiers, only leave them high and dry when they least expected it. This was before the two of you started dating, of course. You couldn't imagine him in bed with someone else while you were together without your chest aching, but you wouldn't doubt it.

You're just like all his past lovers, you think. You were bound to be those people he fooled with shared liquors and a drunken kiss. You were going to be left on the floor of his room, cold and wondering where he was, whilst he drove away wiping off the ghosts of your kisses, warmed by the embers of his cigarette. You believed that firmly, because you saw it first hand. But for whatever reason, you didn't leave. You stayed even when you thought that he was going to leave without a word, leaving his things behind just to give you false hope that he was ever going to return.

You'll love him, even when he doesn't care, you think. Nikto many not care about you, or for you. He may treasure his guns, his hyena, his money more than you, but you will always cherish the moments when he took his time to make you feel loved. He was many things to you, which was why he was too much for you. But you can handle it. You think you can. You can take it whenever he doesn't appear for months, not a single message nor hint that he still remembers you. You can take it when he seems closer to his team, his fellow soldiers than you are with him. His conversations with his team was always longer than the amount of time his arm was placed around your shoulder, but you can handle it. The look he gives you when he's too drunk to put up his aloof act gave you the strength to keep going on. His tight hugs he gives you when he's tired encourages you. His lingering touches keep you going, even when hasn't uttered a single "I love you" to you before. Even when he doesn't seem to love you, you can take it, you think.

But, he thinks he does love you. All those things that hinted at his desire was full of love. His hesitation to express affection was thrown away just so that he could show you that he's in love with you without a word.

He's just scared to say "I love you," he thinks. He doesn't want to scare you away. He doesn't want his scars and his reputation to motivate you in some hypothetical plan to sneak out of his bed and run away in the middle of the night without warning. He's too attached. He's clawing at your back, arms tightened around your torso as he kisses your neck and smells your hair while you sleep. He won't ever let go, not even planning to, not after that paranoid scenario tucked away at the back of his mind.

Your thoughts aren't word, they aren't true. He's desperately in love with you, even when he doesn't show it. You may think that his blank face tells you he's bored of you, but the feeling of his mask pressed against your cheek as he tries to kiss your skin without scaring you off with his scars should've told you everything.

He knows he's in love with you, deeply so, but it's too bad that you're convinced that you've bet on a losing dog.

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reelovesfictionalmen · 3 days

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IS IT RAINING, OR I'M DROWNING AGAIN?

TW: dissociation symptoms, mention of torture, swearing, angst, hurt/comfort.

PAIRING: Nikto x F! Reader

A/N: I love angst. That's it.

Nikto hated the rain.

And no one would believe if he said that, because surely a ‘person like him’ would prefer when it rains, the peaceful sound of the raindrops against a window that would give a calming effect.

For Nikto, every raindrop was a bomb setting off inside his brain. It was like an explosion, making him dizzy and unable to move. Like all those days tied to that creaking chair, his head covered by the hood while it rained outside that cold cell he was confined. He remember vividly how it was raining, between the screams of that motherf—

“Nikto?”

Then, he felt a cold shower inside him, holding his breath as he turned around. A hand was open towards him, your figure under the rain, your shirt sticking to your skin.

Fuck. He dissociated again. It wasn’t happening anymore, and now that he was back with the only person who treated him like a human being, he was having those episodes again.

“You’ll catch a cold if you stay outside too much. Let’s go back inside, yeah?” How he loved your voice, the way you offered your hand, giving him a choice.

He could see how the rain was soaking your hand, the raindrops falling on both of you, the cold seeping through his bones. His eyes wandered around, assessing the reality. He was outside in the middle of the backyard. He was listening to the sound of raining, then…

He blinked rapidly. He hated the rain, so why he was outside and letting the rain fall on him? He started to count in his mind, one, two, three… and you were still there, still standing in front of him, your hair sticking to your face. You were shivering, but why were you smiling as if you were saying that everything was going to be okay?

He finally takes your hand, the skin clammy and cold, letting you lead him back into the house. He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t need to anyway. He lets you change his clothes. He doesn’t complain for the water that’s soaking the floor, or the towel that you’re using on him to dry off his skin.

But he can still hear the rain outside, bombs setting off on his mind, making him dizzy and unable to run for cover.

Why he was outside, and why he was letting the rain fall on him?

He was drowning, and he wasn’t fighting it.

He observes you as you stand in front of him between his legs, holding his head and placing it against your chest. He lets you move him, not that he wants to fight your touch. But what he hears drowns all the sounds overloading his mind, making him rise to the surface again. He can hear your heartbeat: the rhythm isn’t steady, it beats fast. But it’s there. And it’s real.

It’s calming, enough that when he tentatively grip the soft skin of your thigh, he can feel it, sensing the skin on skin sending to his brain signals of home, of safety.

He doesn’t speak, and neither you do.

But that’s all he needs.

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reelovesfictionalmen · 5 days

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I always think it's a little surprising, irritating, endearing, something when big, tough men find solace in being gentle with their daughters.

There's reason to do tough things with them, too, to make sure they grow up strong and independent, but I think of a man like Simon "Ghost" Riley, who spent a huge percentage of his life being beaten down consistently by almost all the men who were around him.

And sure, he trusts the men in his task force with his life now, no question about it, but... I think the sudden calm he experiences when he starts to raise a daughter is beyond strange for him, but also weirdly... healing, too. Enjoyable.

That's not to say he doesn't, and hasn't, enjoyed the boyish things in life, the watching sports, the playing in the dirt, the pretending to hold guns part of growing up... but he finds himself sitting through your daughter's ballet class, overwhelmed by the calm that surrounds him, actually able to focus on the intensity of her pliers, her releves, the way her pink skirt ripples when she leaps into a sauter.

It's a new realization, a new kind of war (between him and learning how to be a parent), but it's one that doesn't revolve around the consistent anxiety that warps his stomach when he watches boys, little or not, teeter the line between roughhousing and fighting, picking on one another for shedding accidental tears that, really, cause no harm.

With your daughter, he's set in charge of watching her play with her friends and finds there is no lump in his stomach when she giggles with them, no dark possibility drifting in the back of his mind that she'll reach out and get her arm broken by someone she trusts--the fights she fights with her peers all between the characters they play and not between their fists, their games of laughter and drama and screaming but not of raging violence.

There's people who ask him, people who joke, wouldn't a man like him prefer a son? He must've been so disappointed... Yet, Simon still has yet to think of the best way to tell them that he honestly enjoys having a daughter a little bit more, that she runs to him and not for a second is he afraid she's hiding a snake up her sleeve, because she's only ever greeted him with flowers.

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reelovesfictionalmen · 6 days

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our routine.

Simon x Afab!reader

a/n: midnight inspo goes hard.

synopsis: Simon is eepy and gets home from a grueling work month. you know how he likes his night home, and do everything you can so he's comfy.

Simon, him and his disgruntled self, hastily unlock the door to get inside.

To get home.

He's physically ready to collapse, but he can't. He drops his heavy bag by the door, and pulls his mask off and hangs it. Christ, he's tired.

He shuffles over to the room, the one that holds you, his love. You're very asleep, soft snores bouncing off the walls. He quietly stripped and changed into his clothes.

His clothes that meant home.

He went back out to the kitchen, searching through the fridge for any food, anything would be better than rations and Soaps horrible attempts at anything better. He finds a glass container with a sticky note.

Here si-bear! Welcome home baby. It's your favorite.

He sighs thankfully, glancing to your shared room. To say he's grateful is definitely and understatement. He sinks into the familiar chair at the island, and waits quietly as his food heats up. The warmth of the house is amazing. He feels calm so quickly, he's confused why he leaves every so often when this could be his always.

The microwave beeps, and he stands up to grab his food. He swirls around the food in the glass bowl and he eats quietly, his backside against the counter.

Fuck it's so good.

How does she make it better everytime?

Once done, he puts his bowl in the sink. Of course he washes it, he's not putting anything on you.

His walk back to his mess of his bags and sighs, going though it all so he can put it away and finally just.. Sleep.

The floorboards creak as you make an appearance behind him. Too exhausted to get all excited and worked up, you opted to drop next to him and curl into his arms, breathing him in even if he was sweaty.

Simon jumped slightly, before easing his arms around you.

"Hi, sweet'art. God, I miss you.." He kissed your head, and then your temple. You nodded tiredly, mumbling about how you'd clean up his mess if he just laid down now..

"Come on, Si.. You're so tired.." You stood, and took his hands, pressing it to your cheek. He laughed quietly, and stood.

"I think that's jus' you, baby.. But I'm comin', swet'art." He followed your hold, and he found himself back in his happy place.

In your shared bed, in your arms, you in his. Your soft snores reverberate in his chest, as you quickly passed out, leaving him chasing sleep. He doesn't mind though. It's your routine.

Well, more like 'our routine', you call it.

Eep i like writing docile Simon.

should I write non docile Simon?

goodbye babes!

-a661

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reelovesfictionalmen · 9 days

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simon riley who you "meet" through a program where you can send care packages to soldiers. you don't think much of it at first, just a simple package with a few necessities and treats. and along with that, a short, but genuine and handwritten letter thanking the unknown soldier to you for their service.

and when you go to retrieve your mail a few weeks later after getting home from work, brows furrowing together as you shuffle through the stack of envelopes.

bill. another bill. advertisement. paycheck. handwritten addressed envelope from 'ghost'.

your brain doesn't even connect the dots until you are inside, fingers gently picking at the envelope until your able to drag a finger through the seal to open it. a simple piece of what looks like notebook paper is pulled from inside. unfolding it, eyes quickly scan the letter to get an idea what it's about.

you've done plenty of care packages before. never did you get a personalized thank you letter back, so, this was a first. the letter starting off by thank you for the package and that he enjoyed the items, especially the "sweet treats". the two words put in quotations as he referred to what you referred to them as in your own letter. your own brain cringing slightly as you remember what you wrote.

again, thank you for all that you do and enjoy the sweet treats!

and while you expected the letter to end after thanking you, it didn't. additional lines asking about you. the sets of questions ranging from asking how long have you been doing the care packages to general questions about yourself. then, at the very end, after signing off as 'ghost', you couldn't help but notice the chicken scratch of handwriting that added:

p.s. you don't need to respond back if you don't want to, just figured it be nice to get something back in return. thanks again.

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reelovesfictionalmen · 9 days

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reader x john price ♡

you've been having a rough week.

anything that could have gone wrong has happened and you were left feeling exhausted and drained. barely having the energy to even get upset. all you wanted to do was sink into your boyfriend's arms and cry your heart out.

but john had been gone for a few weeks now, and it felt like hell. 'course it's not like you blame him for being away, but you really wished he was here instead of wherever he was.

as you open the door to your apartment after your shift, you were already dreading the amount of kitchenware left in the sink. the pile had been steadily growing little by little and you could only heave a sigh.

the sight that greets you instead, is john price gently wiping the wet mug he had recently scrubbed with a dry towel. your breath was stuck in your throat, you could barely remember turning around and locking the door before running straight into his arms.

"hi, sweetheart." his big arms immediately engulf you in warmth, hearing his soft voice cooing internally melting you into a puddle. before he could say anything more, you break into tears.

not the sniffles kind, the wet, sobbing kind. you grip his shirt tightly as you sob into his shirt, all the sadness and exhaustion rolling from you in waves.

john said nothing, opting to hug you tighter and kissing the top of your head.

"i'm here love, i'm here." his words make you cry even more, having missed him tremendously. you don't even know how you eventually ended up on the bed, head tucked towards his chest as he continues to caress you soothingly.

you had one of the best sleeps of your life that night. and an even better morning when you wake up to the smell of breakfast and his kisses peppering your face.

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reelovesfictionalmen · 10 days

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League of Legends - Yasuo NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): its very important for him that you spend some time simply relaxing after both of you are done, preferably with a long warm bath where he'll help you wash up and maybe even doze off while the water is still warm

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): its cheesy but he loves your eyes , he wants you staring straight at him no matter what, will stop everything if you break eye contact with him, it's one single order, you can follow that much right?

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): loves tasting himself on your lips

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): definitely enjoys sloppy drunk sex when you are both slightly tipsy and your heads hazy , he is also definitely rougher with you in those moments, looser with his tongue as well , slurring filthy whispers in your ear and the next day pretending he forgot about them even if the mischievious glint in his eyes tells you otherwise

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has a decent amount of experience but won’t really brag about it

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he likes having you on his lap, either facing him or with your back to his chest, leaving his hands free to roam over every inch of you

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): wants you both to be relaxed during these sort of moments, might tease you about him not doing a good enough job distracting you if you can still laugh but from the way his eyes light up you can tell he genuinely enjoys your laughter and how comfortable you are around him

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): might trim once in a while but is generally forgetful about such things

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he is very passionate, holds your hands, kisses all over your body ,calls you soft nicknames , definitely a charmer when he wants to be

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): i can see him as being into mutual masturbation, watching each other, his eyes drinking in the sight of you as he works himself closer and closer to his orgasm, finishing right as his name tumbles from your lips along with your own orgasm, its almost romantic

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): pretty vanilla

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): a private room with a comfortable bed, has definitely learned to not be picky as long as you have privacy, always makes sure the door is locked though

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): a relaxing night where you two just sit comfortably, not having to worry about the world for a few hours ,just talking and sharing a drink or two, the way banter flows between you two, how as the night progresses you both get closer and closer, he can’t help but wonder how the night will end for the both of you and when you finally make the move and kiss, your fate is sealed

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): hurt you, having sex leaves you both in a very vulnerable position so he would hate having that trust broken by hurting you even accidentally, he treats you like porcelain, like fine china

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): i know this man likes having you ride his face, he wants you to grind against his tongue, scoffs if you try to hover over him

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): he is all about lazier more relaxed and slow sex, he rolls his hips and grinds himself against you while sighing against your hair, might stop midway and have you simply cockwarm him

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not a big fan of them, is so often on the road for missions so he just wants to be able to relax around you and take his time, lazy sex is important to him

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he is willing to listen to you and try out things if you ask, but its mostly for your pleasure because at this point of his life he has figured out what he likes and it falls in the more vanilla side of things

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he knows exactly how to properly pace himself, usually goes for one long round with a lot of foreplay and switching up positions in between though

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): a big fan of them, really big on giving you pleasure so anything that will intensify that, he is more than happy to use, would probably enjoy one of the buttplugs with tails

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he will drag his fingers over you, feather light until you beg for him to touch you properly, he’ll chuckle about using your words to tell him exactly what you need and only then give you what you so desperately need

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he is surprisingly loud in the throes of pleasure when he is comfortable with someone, he also tends to chuckle as he gets close, breathlessly laughing, his lips quirking up in a smirk as he hisses through his teeth and groans

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i can see him as being a fan of mirror sex and body worship, having you in front of a mirror as he whispers praise in your ear having you look at yourself as he uses his fingers, describing exactly and explicitly what he is doing to you, how your body reacts, praising your beauty

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): average in general but slightly on the longer side with a slight curve to the side

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): very in control of his needs but he does have wandering eyes, you usually can't tell because he is quick to avert his gaze unless he wants to get caught by you

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): its very important for him that you fall asleep together, he needs to know you are safe in his arms, he holds you close until he is sure you are asleep then he tucks you in and slowly turns to sleep on his side

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reelovesfictionalmen · 15 days

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Just thinking about the "there's only one bed" trope with Ghost.

Like, you're traveling as an undercover duo and it's raining and you've been hopping borders by car for days without a break. So you stop at some rinky-dink bed n' breakfast. You're both just so goddamn tired that neither one of you cares as you strip and roll into the queen sized bed together.

At first you feel sticky with fatigue and the sweat still drying in your skin from the stuffy car. But after a few minutes you realize Ghost didn't turn the heater on, so both of you get chilly 'neath the duvet. Despite it though, you feel safe. It takes a little bit for you to get warm, your body is stiff but every second you lay there under the blanket you feel your muscles slowly unwinding.

You wake up the next morning clear headed and completely embarrassed to be pressed up against his bare chest. His heartbeat is strong and unrelenting. You try to pretend like you're not hearing it, but he shifts.

A sliver of sunlight peeks in through the tiniest gap in the drapes. You admire the way the light turns Ghost's half lidded eyelashes a bright white. His expression is unreadable, but somehow you know it's nothing but fondness.

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reelovesfictionalmen · 15 days

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Simon Riley! Who refuses to sleep alone once you got together, once he began to trust you

Simon Riley! Who takes it as a person attack when you push him away in the middle of the night during a heatwave

Simon Riley! Who picks up your little baby when they come toddling in on their routine break in around two and puts them back to bed because night time is mommy and daddy time

Simon Riley! Who who sleepily follows you when you wake up in the middle of the night

Simon Riley! Who will purposefully turn the AC down to 62 F just because it’ll mean you’ll snuggle into him

Simon Riley! Who would rather starve then let you crawl out of bed to make breakfast, A: because it’s snuggle time

Simon Riley! Who collapses on the bed after a long day out and drags out onto the bed with him

Simon Riley! Who, after a his entire life, loves night time because it meant he got to be with you <3

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reelovesfictionalmen · 18 days

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Napping with König

My blog is 18+ Minors DNI.

This is just another Fluffy piece.

Napping with the behemoth of a man that is Colonel König is one of the few things that truly calm you down after a long, stressful week.

“That’s it, Biene, rest your little head on my chest,” he coos as he wraps his strong arms around you. You’re face down on his front, legs straddling his hips as you tangle your fingertips in his hair.

He needs a haircut.

“What did you just call me Kö?” You grumble sleepily as you burrow your nose into his t-shirt. He smells like Old Spice and your floral fabric softener. You inhale the familiar scent as you feel your body slowly loosening, relaxing.

“Biene,” he repeats as he chuckles softly, “It means bee,” he explains as he places a kiss to your head.

“At least it’s not Schnecke,” you huff, eliciting another amused chuckle from the large man beneath you.

"I'm sorry that German isn’t as flowery and pretty as Spanish or Italian,” he says and you can hear the pout in his voice. He’s teasing you but you play along.

“No sense of humour, calling your partner a snail, such boring people,” you say with a smile as you feel the tension leaving your shoulders.

“Hey, Austrians have a sense of humour,” he chides you gently as he rubs his hands up and down your back, warm and soothing. You groan softly as he digs his fingertips into your tense shoulder blades.

“Yeah? Prove it,” You slur as you feel sleep pulling at the edge of your mind, the low rumbling of König’s voice lulling you off to sleep already.

“What do you call a bear with no teeth?”

“Dunno,” you grumble.

“A gummy bear,” he whispers, like it’s the best kept secret.

You have to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, it’s silly and not deserving of an actual reaction. But it makes your stomach flutter, your affection for this man knows no bounds.

“Boo,” you groan into his chest.

“How do you throw a party in space?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh.

“You planet.”

“Stop,” you groan, your smile making your cheeks hurt as he squeezes you tight.

“What kind of car does an egg drive?”

“Kö, stop,” you giggle as you feel his own body shake with silent laughter.

“A Yolkswagen.”

“You’re terrible,” you hiss as you lean up and give him your best angry glare.

“But it made you feel better, no?” He counters, his ice-blue eyes glittering with amusement as he meets your gaze.

“It did, thank you,” you shakes you head as you flop back down onto his chest, “Now let me sleep.”

“As you wish, Biene.”

“Just resting my eyes” (Napping with Ghost) Napping with Captain John Price Napping with Gaz Napping with Soap CoD Masterlist

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reelovesfictionalmen · 22 days

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Simon Riley headcanons!

Simon gets a kitten!!

- one random night Simon’s coming back home from deployment and finds a kitten left alone on the curb

- the cat distribution system chose him :’)

- Simon being the pookie wookie kind hearted babie he is (lmao) ends up picking her up and checking around for any injuries before keeping her back on the ground

- “u seem alright. Take care i guess.” Just as he begins walking away he hears the tiny tippy taps of the kitten following him. He pauses looking down at her who waits right next to his gigantic boot-worn feet

- guess who brings her home~?

- Simon will be sitting on the floor to his bathroom, the kitten playing with his shoelaces while hes on his phone searching for ‘how to take care of cat’

- Simon is so absorbed that he doesnt even change after coming home. Just straight away searches for the tiniest cup to serve the kitten some water and empties out a random plastic organiser to be her makeshift litterbox

- I have a feeling Simon wont even bother naming her. Just calling her ‘kid’, ‘little one’, or just simply ‘cat’

- the 141 dont get officially introduced to the new addition to Simon’s life, so theyre surprised when they one day find his vest coat with thin scratched on them

- John is also particularly intrigued when he find Simon in the bathroom with the lower half of his mask undone while his fingers try to remove a strand of cat hair in his mouth muttering “ugh that lil cat”

- when they do finally get to know about his cat its in the cutest and surprising way possible: little kitty accidentally hid herself in Simon’s backpack and got brought to the 141 base

- Simon doesnt allow anybody to hold her more than a minute (and even during that minute he is extremely possessive)

- at night when Simon is particularly tired but not sleepy, he’ll have the cat, now all big and chubby walking all over his chest until she settled to keep her butt close to his face

- “be a little more ladylike, eh?” He uncharacteristically chuckles lightly swatting her butt away. Her purring eventually making him fall asleep

- in the mornings Simon always finds himself either suffocated under the weight of his chubby cat on his chest or finding her sprawled out taking up more than half of the bed

- and no matter how annoyed he acts, Simon loves his little cat <3

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