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#Simon D x Reader
tojisun · 19 days
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simon would slap your pussy, ensuring that the strikes are sharp bites on your clit, and croon, “so sensitive,” when you’re squirming on his lap, whining and thrashing at the pain because simon has a heavy hand and a measured strength—the mix creates an orgasmic pleasure that keeps tipping you close to your release, only for him to stop and not deliver you your euphoria because this is a punishment.
“not yet,” he murmurs, nuzzling your cheek. “you still haven’t learned.”
he’d even swipe a glob of your slick from your wet slit and show it to you, stretching his fingers apart just inches from your face, all soft and tender as he praises how wet you are.
“lookie,” simon chuckles. “so thick with need, huh?”
he brings his hand close to your lips. “open up, petal.”
you sniffle, distraught, but continue to obey him anyway. because—
“there’s my good pup.”
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stillinracooncity · 9 months
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that feminine urge to read something that makes you cry, get angry, scream, laugh like a hormonal teenager, turn up the heat, feel like the most unique and beautiful human being on earth. *sighs*
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pettyprocrastination · 11 months
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actually thinking about that “not all characters should be in a coffee shop au” because simon riley is absolutely a line cook with a permanent record who takes hella smoke breaks and is always one more “table three said theyre chicken tastes ‘funny’ “ away from fucking killing somebody 
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thesmuttyduchess · 2 months
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coqvttes · 8 months
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୨୧― COQVTTES KINKTOBER M.LIST 2023
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― ꒰ PIERCING ON YOUR LIP, IT'S PERFECT ! ꒱ ―
welcome to my kinktober masterlist! this is my first one and i'm really excited to be participating! check the warnings before you read the content. the following content is nsfw (16+ only). please enjoy and happy kinktober ! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱
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3rd. ❝EYES ON ME❞ ― LEON K.
↳ ꒰ bondage ꒱ leon, letting you do anything you want to him while he's cuffed to the bed with his own handcuffs !
10th. ❝SMILE FOR THE PICTURE❞ ― SIMON R.
↳ ꒰ porn/sextape ꒱ being apart from each other can be tormenting so simon proposes you take some videos so neither of you get lonely again !
17th. ❝DOLLED UP❞ ― CARLOS O.
↳ ꒰ corruption & lingerie ꒱ you've begged him to take your virginity and he won't give in, so you surprise him in lingerie and he can't resist !
21st. ❝DON'T BE GENTLE❞ ― KÖNIG
↳ ꒰ manhandling & size kink ꒱ könig has always been so gentle with you when it came to sex so maybe its time to go rough on you !
24th. ❝KNOCKED UP❞ ― KENTO N.
↳ ꒰ breeding ꒱ your doting husband is definitely not stopping until he's sure you're pregnant !
31st. ❝CAN'T IGNORE YOU❞ ― LEON K.
↳ ꒰ voyeurism ꒱ your next door neighbour has been watching you for some time, so you decide to give him a show and invite him over !
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sourxpickles · 2 years
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imagine your fav just so in love with you that they don’t realize how far gone they are <3
like one moment you’re just ranting talking about what happened that day or what show you watched
next thing thing you know you’re being bent over a counter while they’re eating you out whispering sweet nothings in your cunt
telling you how they’ve been through so much and you’re the only thing in this world and in the hereafter that they look towards
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bigguyenthusiast · 5 months
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Somno with ghost ;P
Pairing: ghost x fem reader
[ CW: somnophilia duh, rape, groping, ghost being a creep, a weirdo even, what is he even doing here?, ghost using his rank and power for evil, he kinda doesn’t realise how creepy he is, plot twist? Not really ? Listen I wrote this in like 10 mins, I’m sick and bored be nice]
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For a new recruit, ghost was weirdly nice to you, you definitely have noticed given that he would verbally abuse anyone for making a simple mistake, yet whenever you fucked up, he’d be quiet, simply telling you to do better or just flat out ignoring it.
You weren’t stupid, you knew he liked you, I mean what other explanation do you have for him always grabbing your hips or waist to move past you, why else would he wrap himself around you from behind when showing you how to ‘fire a gun correctly’ as if you haven’t been doing so, how you’d always find him staring at you when you’re making yourself a midnight snack in your short pjs, how his eyes would not leave your figure as you leaned against the counter, waiting for your noodles to get ready.
You turned around to grab yourself a bowl, gasping when you saw his looming, obnoxiously large figure standing right behind you “oh my god! Seriously ghost, can you stop that?!” Your shaky tone only made him want to scare you more, so would he stop?
He only stared at you as you lightly slapped his arm and made your way to the counters, as you walked back to the pot that was done simmering, you felt him right behind you, you didn’t move, you didn’t know what to do or say in this situation
His arm made its way over your shoulder, you stared at his gloved hand as he grabbed the kettle, and slowly taking it, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding when he made his way to the sink, you quickly poured the noodles into the bowl and threw the pot into the sink, trying to leave as fast you could, before you could leave you heard him finally speak.
“You’re so dirty…” you turned to him with a confused look “excuse me?” You asked in a slightly offended tone, his head tips towards the sink
“Clean your dishes” he stated, you rolled your eyes “I’ll clean it when I finish my noodles” you mumbled as you existed the kitchen, relieved to be out of his sight.
Sitting down in the lounge area, you turned on the tv and watched some random show and ate your noodles, unfortunately for you, the masked man has returned, sitting down at the end of the couch you were sitting on, you looked up at him, his mask was rolled up to the bridge of his nose, his lips and chin exposed, he sipped his tea quietly “stop staring” he broke the silence making you gulp and apologise.
After a good 10 minutes of silence you decided to break it by asking him “why are you awake?”
He hummed “why are you awake ?” He asked back making you glare at him “I asked you first” you rolled your eyes and saw he was glaring down at you
“Ugh fine, I was hungry, obviously” you leaned your head against the couch’s pillow, staring up at him, about a minute or two of silence you snapped at him “well? Are you going to tell me why you’re awake ?”
He looked down at you, his brown eyes almost seeming black due to the dim lights in the room “I never agreed to telling you” he finally stated, making you scoff “ I can’t believe you…” you fake sobbed and got up, stretching your back and grabbing the bowl to wash it, you muttered a soft ‘good night’ as you left the room.
You walked into your room, yawning and flopping onto the bed, it was a hot night so your covers were rudely pushed away by your leg, and after a few minutes of staring up at the ceiling, your eyelids grew heavy and slowly, you were gone.
See, at this time of night, nobody was awake, it was damn near 2:50 am, these people wake up at 7 am on a relaxing day, so he knew no one would catch him peeking into the keyhole of your door, no one would catch him turning the knob on your door slowly, opening it and letting himself inside.
He promised himself, he promised to only look at you, to only go as far as touching you but nothing further, but how could he keep that promise when he saw you laid out on the bed, chest slowly rising and falling, lips parted slightly, how your soft plush thighs were slightly parted.
It’s as if you’re asking for it, as if you were waiting for him, to come and claim your smaller body, to have you beneath him, sweating, dizzy, and begging him for more.
Simon took a deep breath in, shuddering slightly as he bit his lower lip, sure to leave a bruise on his dry lips.
He walked to your side, kneeling by you, large, rough hands caress your cheek, index finger travelling to your patted mouth, sticking it in between your lips, coating his digit with your saliva, he took his mask off with his other hand as he took his now wet finger and sucking on it, it was disgusting, how any of your bodily fluids can turn this man into a dog in heat, it’s disgusting how his cock became fully erect as soon as he tasted your saliva, and it was even more disgusting how he has already lost it when he saw drool pooling out next to your squished cheek.
Oh how he wishes he was that silk pillowcase, what he wouldn’t do to be used by you in anyway, how he wanted to be your bed, pillows, covers, to be enveloping your body until you are him and he is you.
Simon doesn’t love, no he wasn’t raised in an environment that supported that, he knew he wanted to love someone the way his mother should’ve been loved, the way his father never did, he wanted to love someone until they are one, but with how many people he’s lost, it’s become much harder for him to let anyone in, but in his eyes he’s not doing anything wrong.
He doesn’t hit you, nor does he ever dream of doing so, he never calls you names, make you feel less than, so how would this be abusive ?
He’s a frustrated man in power, surely you can’t be mad if he took a hold of your hand and placed it on his aching bulge, right?
His promise now long gone as soon as he felt your soft hands against his clothed dick, he gently set your hand down and unbuckled his belt, keeping his cargos and boxers around his mid thigh, his twitching cock finally free, it stood up with pride, already leaking Pre-cum as it searched for your warm hand again
Simon took your hand again, wrapping your fingers around the head of his dick, his body shuddered at the skin contact, he took a second to breath before holding your closed hand in place, thrusting his dick in and out, slowly in order to not startle you, you looked way too beautiful asleep, unaware of your love using you, what would you if you were up? Would you help him? Would you wrap those beautiful lips around his swollen tip?
Or would you let him inside you? Would you let him feel this gummy walls tightening around his dick as he pounded into you? Would you be okay with him filling you up like you deserve to ?
The endless possibilities in simon’s mind only egged him on as he quickened his pace, his breathing becoming shorter and shorter, he was breathing like a dog in heat, so so close to finally finishing, his mind was only focused on where to dump his seed, your beautiful face? Those soft hands ? Maybe he should take your shirt off and spill all over that chest of yours
But oh the gods weren’t by simon’s side this night
“W..Simon?”
That was the final straw, he moaned out as he spilled his seed all over your puffy, confused face
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dragon-chica · 1 year
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Simon Aumar Courting Headcanons
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Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves
He's just a pathetic little guy, and you like that in a man.
Truly, he tried to "impress you with some magic" the first time you met and he was such a spectacular failure, it was almost charming.
Cute as he accidentally sent himself flying upward in a panic, hitting a tree limb and knocking himself unconscious.
He was not awake to witness your laughing as Holga carried his limp, dirt covered body back to the horses.
Also very charming that he outright asked your permission to court you, with a bundle of wildflowers her spent an hour rooting through for the nicest ones.
He always makes sure to ride or walk beside you so you can talk while journeying.
Is the one to ask you to "officially" join their adventuring party because of your "indispensable skillset we have been utterly lacking"
Not to say this all went smoothly, "cute klutz" can go so far but his pessimism towards everything can grate on your nerves horribly at times. Especially when you try to talk him up and tell him otherwise and he shoots you down on everything.
He is also a pushover and despite complaining about the group making him pay for a round of drinks or dinner, he doesn't actually try to stop it.
Sometimes you'll lightly wack him upside the head for that, and then he wont stop quietly complaining how you wounded him
He is ecstatic and flabbergasted when you actually agree to him courting you, he's not sure what to do. Never thought he'd get this far.
He asks Doric what to do, or more, what he did wrong when attempting to court her.
Edgin unhelpfully praises him during that, telling him to "Learn from you failures, or you'll never stop failing.
"It'll never work out, they're too cool for you." - Holga
"Thank you all for your utter confidence in me, good pep talk from my closest friends."
"We're your only friends."
Simon definitely grows on you though, he's enjoyable to be around for the most part, rather sensible, and rather cute when he smiles as something actually goes right for once.
He truly tries his best while courting you, attempting (failing) to be romantic, showing you he would be a good partner, absolutely floored when you return some of those actions with your own.
He is your personal hype man. Talks you up to anyone there to listen, how good you are in battle, in your skillset, and anything else even if you're really not.
He's a wizard, wizard's are very squishy, and he all but swoons when you protect him in the midst of battle. Successfully hits his target while fully distracted watching at you.
Very flustered and keeps asking the others "You saw that right? They were protecting me, you saw that? What do you think it means?"
"Aren't you already courting?"
Ever the gentleman and will offer you his supplies while camping, from his food to his cloak if you're cold, while he is visibly freezing and already singed the edges with a warming spell.
Instead you offer to cuddle him by the fire *that Holga started* and he's sure the blood rushing to his face will keep him plenty warm, thank you.
Extremely faithful and only has eyes for you, Doric says it's gross and asks how you can stand it. Edgin helps him write a song for you.
He tries to serenade you with it, and it is. Horrid. Clenching your teeth listening to him until he realizes how bad this is going and stops. You try to tell him it wasn't that bad but the chorus of your friends chiming in with their honest reviews-
One day you tell him "I think this courtship is going well." and he falls off the rock he was sitting next to you on.
Love is not mentioning that as you offer him a hand back up. He is feeling GREAT the rest of the day.
"Alright loverboy, calm down." - Holga
He trips and falls on his face.
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bimb0fy · 7 months
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ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ!!
-> ᵒⁿᵉ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ, ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ!
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monkey d luffy
-> ˢʰᵃᶻᵃᵃᵐ!
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Freddy freeman
Billy batson
-> ᵃᵛᵃᵗᵃʳ!
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lo'ak & neteyam
-> ˢᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ!
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ethan landry
-> ᵈᵘⁿᵍᵉᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ!
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simon aumar
-> ˢᵖⁱᵈᵉʳᵐᵃⁿ!
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hobie brown
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ashableketchup · 6 months
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You immediately broke down as he wrapped you in his arms, sobbing into his chest as you held onto him. Simon was your only anchor, the only reason keeping you here in this mortal world, the little glimpse of hope in your dark, cruel life.
You cry out small apologies with a quivering chin as tears cascade down your face. His soft breath and steady heartbeat still the foggy thoughts that crawl in your mind at night. A deep, shuddering sigh escapes you as you stay in his calming embrace.
"you'll be alright, luv"
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ivymarquis · 1 year
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The B.A.G. Coalition
Did I use one of my work breaks on my 14hr shift to write this? Yes, yes I did. I also took time out of my day to make sure my introduction to the COD MWII fandom was a crack!fic despite promising angst with Ghost and simping from Price. Both of which are still coming.
Tags; platonic 141 + Reader, crack fic, drinking, weaponization of barrack bunnies, dunking on Graves.
I don’t know how the military works and I don’t care to learn.
You try really, really hard to not fixate too much on the whole being a woman in the boy’s club thing because you’ll drive yourself insane if you do.
You’re good at your job, you’re not getting preferential treatment, and all is right in the world. Your team was cautious, gauging your capabilities but ultimately warming up to you and welcoming you into the fold.
A mission planned with 141 and Shadow company means that Graves is a tolerated interloper into the group.
Everyone is settled into a booth in the corner of a pub near base, a few drinks in as the night wears on. You are finally feeling settled in and like your feet are firmly underneath you and you’re no longer treading water, watching your back as the other 141 assess you.
And it’s the exact moment when Graves asks “Are you seeing anybody?” that you realize you’ve girlbossed entirely too close to the fucking sun.
The table’s reaction is immediate. Your “I beg your pardon?” is muffled by Ghost’s “Sod off, Graves,” Soap’s “She’s been fucking drinking” and Gaz shooting him a look while Price clears his throat with a pointed “Commander?”
Good to know your team has your back because what the fuck.
“Not like that,” you’re not entirely certain if he’s back peddling or being genuine, “I don’t know what it is but none of the women around this base date. It’s like pulling teeth.”
“Really?” Gaz asks. “I haven’t been having any issues.”
Your eyebrow arches, reaching for your drink as you realize there’s not enough alcohol in the world for this conversation. “Yeah no ever since the B.A.G. Coalition was formed, you’re gonna have to download Tinder or something, Commander” You speak without thinking, a look of horror dawning on you that the alcohol has loosened your lips a little too much. Well, shit.
“The what?” Graves asks incredulously.
You panic, reflex having you turn towards Price. “Please get me out of here,” you plead with him.
“Oh no can do, Sergeant.”
You cling to your glass like a buoy. “I’ve said too much,” you whisper.
“What the hell is the B.A.G. Coalition?” Graves asks again.
Taking a long draught of your drink, you steel yourself for both this conversation and the potential wrath of the bunnies now the open secret was out.
“Have you… noticed how the barrack bunnies don’t have anything to do with you?”
His eyebrows draw together. “Guess I never bothered to worry about it. Not like they’re hard to find,”
That last sentence had some teeth to it that you did not appreciate. Especially coming from a man who’s managed to piss off an entire base of them. “Hey now, I love the bunnies, you gotta be nice to them,” you admonish before remembering yourself and quickly adding a “Sir”.
The alcohol has your mind drifting away from the question at hand and going slightly to the left- still focused on the bunnies, but no longer directly leading to the coalition.
“They do important work and make my life easier when some guy is being obnoxious and won’t leave me alone,” you elaborate. “Also most of them are really nice and I don’t blame them for having a type and staying focused on it. I admire the commitment and tenacity.”
“Wait who was bothering you?” Price would hone in on that part.
“No one anymore, after I weaponized one of the bunnies and pointed her in his direction.”
“You…. Weaponized a barrack bunny?” Soap sounded out the idea, clearly having some image of a tactical assault bunny in mind.
“Yes I did. It was absolutely incredible. Poor guy never saw her coming- it was like watching a lioness take down a wounded gazelle.”
“A bunny battalion,” Gaz sighs into his drink, his pupils damn near in the shape of hearts at whatever image his brain was conjuring.
“What the fuck do barrack bunnies have to do with this coalition you’re talking about,” Graves tries to redirect the question.
Shit. Right.
Like, you get why he’s confused. From his perspective at least. Tall, blonde, conventionally attractive with a southern drawl most girls would go gaga over, not to mention the commander of Shadow Company. He should be having women chase him from all over. And here he was with no bitches and getting zero play.
And yet none of those attributes were actually indicative of him like… being a good person. Graves soured you like 3 day old sweet tea. There was something both saccharine and bitter about him all wrapped together even if you didn’t know for sure what the problem was.
“You did something to piss off the bunnies. I don’t know what and frankly I'm afraid to ask. Like, I thought maybe some supreme pick me bunny would rise from the ranks and make her move anyway but they have made a united front. It is both impressive and terrifying,” you’ve got just enough alcohol in your system that fuck it, let’s tell a superior officer a little something about himself that he clearly doesn’t know. “And the rest of us noticed. So it slowed the not-bunnies rolls too.”
There’s a beat of silence before the lightbulb clicks in Ghost’s head and he is busting out laughing. You don’t think you’ve heard him ever make that much noise even when he’s grousing out orders.
Gaz is the next one for the lightbulb to go off, verbalizing what B.A.G. stood for to a stupified Commander (and equally stunned Soap and Price).
“It’s Bunnies Against Graves!”
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tojisun · 2 months
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been thinking about best friend simon who's secretly in love with you so he jeopardizes your chances of getting a partner. like he goes out of his way to threaten anyone interested—"what? you think y'r good enough for 'em? 'course no one is."—but also simon who introduces you as his partner behind your back, especially to his colleagues who keep asking him who exactly was the lovely person simon's with when they ran into him
and when your mutual friends tell you about what simon does, of course you don't believe them over simon!! simon's been with you for so long now, and all your life he's always been so loving and supportive, so why exactly did they think you'd believe them when they tell you that he's got twisted intentions?
("damn," johnny murmurs, watching you walk away after exploding to your friend that she should really stop making lies about simon. "y'really got them fooled, huh?"
and all simon does is to hide his pleased smile behind the rim of his glass of whiskey.)
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cerise-on-top · 14 hours
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Ghost with a Transmasc!S/O
I've been wanting to write this since last week! I'm not exactly happy with how it turned out, but maybe someone else can enjoy it as well!
When you’d approach him, all nervous and fumbling around, he’d just stay quiet. Sure, he’ll tell you that, no matter what, you can tell him anything and he won’t judge you, but he won’t pressure you into telling him what’s wrong either, even if he is pretty curious. If you need an hour until you can tell him, then he’ll wait that hour, reassuring you that it’s alright. Once you tell him that you’re a man, he would only be half surprised. He’s seen how you eye other men. While he may have thought that could have been attraction at first, once you come out to him, all the pieces fall into place. You weren’t in love with them, you were admiring them. However, he won’t judge you in the slightest, but will talk to you about what’s okay for you and what isn’t. Are you alright with him bringing up the past? Are you alright with him referring to certain body parts? If not, then he’ll keep that in mind. He’s never really been dysphoric before, so he doesn’t really know what you’re going through, but he tries his darndest to be supportive of you.
In fact, you coming out to him as a trans man makes him think about his own masculinity. What does it mean to him? How would he define it? What makes him feel masculine? Those are things he never really questioned before since he’s never seen himself as anything but a man, he always took it for granted. Although he may not say it, or even realize it at first, I think he might grow more comfortable in his own masculinity as a result.
But that aside, the first thing he does would be taking you to a clothes store to buy you some new clothes. He doesn’t really have an eye for aesthetics, and menswear being usually rather dark in color doesn’t help that much either, but he’ll pick out some shirts and pants for you that would fit you and that you might like. He’d also pick out some boxer shorts for you, the same brand that he uses since those are of a higher quality and will last a bit longer. If you’re extremely nervous about it, then he’ll even go to the cashier and pay for you. You don’t even need to pay him back. As long as he can help you out somehow, he’ll pay any price. Will also buy you some men’s body wash and deodorant. Probably the same he uses since he’s familiar with it.
If you’re alright with it, then he’ll break anyone’s nose who dares to misgender you. Especially on the days where you’re feeling a bit more dysphoric. Naturally, he won’t out you to people when there’s danger involved or when you tell him not to, but he’s not above getting into a fight for you. Especially when some transphobe decides they need to be mean to you for no reason. He’s a scary man, he can intimidate most people with his resting face alone, which he uses to his advantage.
If you can get the approval for your surgeries and testosterone the regular way, then he’ll congratulate you and celebrate with you even. However, if you were denied such, then he has acquaintances who can get you the permits. Nikolai is a good lad, he can get you just about anything. Ghost will fight for your clinical reports.
Once you start going on T, he’ll actually be overjoyed with you. As silly as it may sound, he wants to record you saying something, anything at all, so he can compare your voice now to how it develops later on. He’s pretty good with faces, he probably has a few pictures of you on his phone, even if they aren’t plenty, so he’s confident he’ll be able to tell you how you’re slowly growing into a body that is yours. If you let him, he’ll even administer your shots or rub the gel onto your shoulders. It actually makes him incredibly happy when you do, it’s a sign of trust to him. He gets to watch you be giddy, he gets to spend time with you, he gets to make you feel good. If it was up to him, then he’d hug you every time afterwards.
If you don’t know already, then he’ll teach you how to fight. He’ll teach you how to beat someone bloody and how to get up with a broken nose. Although he may go easy on you at first, he won’t forever. He’s a top notch soldier, so there’s a good chance you won’t ever be able to beat him properly, but you’ll learn. You’ll be able to defend yourself and you’ll have a pretty nice outlet for your anger as well. If you’re okay with it, then he’ll involve Soap in your fighting sessions as well. It’s absolutely animalistic when he joins, so you really don’t need to worry about any sort of etiquette when he’s around. It’s just beating each other into submission and then patching each other up.
If you don’t already know, then he’ll teach you how to ride a motorcycle. For some reason, motorcycles are very masculine to him, so he thinks it would make you feel good as well. One day, you’ll be riding one together, with him being the one to hold onto you. He’s looking forward to that day.
On the days where the dysphoria hits harder than usual, he’ll remind you that you’re a man. You’re the most perfect man in his life, and he wouldn’t want to have it any other way. Holds you close and reminds you that you will become your most ideal self, it just takes time. Either way, he won’t leave you, he won’t think of you as less than a man just because you had to put in the work to get to where you are right now. You’re his most ideal man, and he would go through all the torture he’s gone through once more just to be with you. He’ll support you through your highs and your lows. You’re a man. A darn good one at that, because not anyone can go through what you’re going through and still be standing. He admires you greatly for your strength and will remind you of that fact as well.
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zillypawz · 1 year
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i crave simon aumar x reader fanfics rn. please. there's only one fic + 3 headcanons on tumblr and nothing on ao3 😭
edit: it has been months since i originally posted this. AND YET NO PROGRESS? AM I JUST BAD AT FINDING FICS LIKE...???
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idioticcrow · 1 year
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Biting Ghost
Just biting Ghost as a form of affection.
Warnings: biting
Fluff ficklet, i honestly just had a writers moment for smth, but its near 2am
Gn! reader
Not specified if reader is a civvie or military
Reader may have a Little 'tism
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It was a quiet and calm "morning". It wasnt really morning since it was 11 am at a Saturday, but it was definetly morning for you.
You shuffled yourself outta bed, took Simon's shirt and a random underwear of yours and headed down.
The one who seeks, shall find. Except you werent really searching for Your lover, because you knew he would be home, since he was let go off base for a few weeks to heal up from the last mission.
You have been always the type to be not usual, and it showed on how you show your affection, part of that was none other than biting.
You havent done it to Simon yet, but now you will, with this goal in your mind, even though, you could barely function in the morning.
Good Morning Lovie He spotted you, or most likely heard you. Good Morning Si. You made your way to him and beckoned him into a hug, and there was the moment, you bit into him.
He was suprised but welcomed it.
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