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muppetbyers · 1 year

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will being “good at hiding”, the ud being a mirror of hawkins so he was Right There but also not. how he likely only survived so long because he was good at running and hiding from the demogorgon, and of course everyone was looking for him but if he didn’t try to reach out and communicate with joyce then he maybe wouldn’t have made it out at all. how at first he tried to defend himself but it was futile, maybe he couldn't have even done it anyways. the clone of his body that joyce immediately knew wasn't will.

will coming back wrong and feeling like a freak and being targeted at school, the scene of him walking down the hallway while everyone looks at him. he only opens up to mike at first and singles him out as not making him feel like "even more of a freak". he hides things from joyce until he cant because it all goes so wrong. how he tries to run and hide from it but its when he tries to fight back and stand his ground that it gets him. literally being possessed, his entire self being taken over, "what happens when he cant remember anything? when there's nothing else there? what happens when my boy is gone", and how joyce, jonathan and mike can bring him back just enough for him to help save them, even if saving them could kill him. and how none of them let that happen and they force the mf out to get will back.

in s3 when he's there but basically invisible, like a twisted parallel of s1. he's right there but having to still try to be noticed, and this time it ends with him destroying castle byers. the same castle byers that he hid in in the ud before the demogorgon found him, and which the memory of building with jonathan helped bring him back. castle byers with its 'all friends welcome' sign but joyce needed a password to be let in. how he has a 'no trespassing' sign on his bedroom door.

and just everything about dnd and "you shouldn't like things just because people tell you to" and how he doesn't conform to mike and lucas's 'normal teenage boy' shtick and how he tries to be his normal, but its just different to what they're doing. he destroys castle byers in part because he feels too seen, "what did you think that we were gonna sit around in the basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives" and yet he says yes, to mikes face. he gives away his dnd set but promises its not possible to join another party, and he doesn't.

he dances with a girl at the snowball bc he doesn't know what to do and mike is there pushing him to. in lenora he does a presentation on alan turing in front of, presumably, his whole class.

in s4 how his outfits just make him merge into the settings, almost camouflaged. how he doesn't reach out to mike despite wanting to stay in contact with him because he cant risk being too seen, because he doesn't want to lose their friendship. "sometimes its hard to say how you really feel", and then giving mike the painting under the guise of it being from el, masking feelings that are only his with el's name, trying so hard to express his own feelings but at the same time divorcing himself from them. jonathan immediately clocking it and for probably the first time ever, someone is truly seeing him and telling him directly that they love him no matter what. because they know, they know and its okay. how "hakwins isn't the same without him" and "god we need will" and his friends have his drawings on their walls and and and.

just. how hiding is the most integral part of wills arc and how everything is linked back to him hiding. and how sometimes its necessary to survive but that doesn't make it hurt less. and how he has so much courage and he's so true to himself but tries so hard to be both seen and not seen, because fuck man its complicated being who he is. and just. how other people's love for him keeps bringing him back, can bring him out of hiding. yeah. idk.

#me when themes and repeated motifs and and #just. WILL AND HIDING!!!! MY GOD!!!#also they are more contained arcs in s1 and 2 bc of How the show was back then and in s3 it wasn't resolved the same way bc s4 and 5 were #already greenlit probably but Also how that just ties in w his coming of age and how things are just more complex for him than they were #when he was a little smaller. even in the face of the supernatural. idk. i love it #dont actually know what this is i just think his arc is my favourite thing ever and i WILL just talk about it bimonthly for no reason at al #i loveeeee will byers can u tell #long ass post my god im sorry #if there are mistakes in this post no there aren't and if im wrong no im not. if u read this no u didnt #this was done by memory in a very frenzied moment please ignore it i just need to talk about will rn. causal wednesday for me atp.#mine

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danidoesathing · 6 months

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hey bestie. wanna trade infodumps again. whats your favorite theory about lord huron, doesnt have to necessarily be the most correct it can also just be the funniest

YES ABSOLUTELY

ive talked about the lonesome dreams time loop theory already so. in honor of it being vide noir day ive got. a theory

i think Buck did actually die from getting blackbrained. he injested a lot of vide noir and like. it probably should've killed him. it probably did him, but god knows the dead dont tend to stay in this universe, so it aint out of the question that the lyrics in back from the edge were more. literal than we thought. i have no idea if this makes him one of the undead or inhuman or if he's just got some insane cosmic luck but he was dead for a couple of minutes at least.

and you know. thanks to dying on vide noir, you know, a drug that notoriously break space and time, it had. repercussions. that echoed out in all directions. jumps in space time entirely unrelated to him but still places and moments that actually occurred (ie the whole frozen pines moment). awareness of certain things he probably shouldn't be aware of (how the fuck does he know about the balancer's eye hello. how and when the fuck does he find out that exists). general sensitivity/draw towards the supernatural (found three separate supernatural beings in one night by complete accident. sure)

and like. the whole "being able to see ghosts thing" might come from the fact he died and came back thanks to the fucked up space goo. he doesn't really seem. bothered by the fact that he's talking to dead people so i assume he's been doing this a while. then theres his fucked up relationship with death in general. his indifference towards life. consistently using death as a metaphor and having repeatedly writing stories/songs where he dies. and he's just got weird perspectives on life and death in general. soooo

i have no proof and no real reason to believe this. its more likely his cosmic bullshit luck saved his ass and he lived through the overdose but you know. you asked for my stupid theories you get them. you can't prove me wrong either way

#source: dude trust me #im tired as hell so this is half incoherent but like #my point is buck is fucked up on literally level and that includes the spiritual and metaphysical levels #the narrative doesn't really focus on who he is outside of lee (thanks to him being the narrator)#but theres a ton of small details that the more i think about them the more confused and fascinated i am by his character #like again the ghost thing why the fuck can he talk to ghosts and why the FUCK is he so calm about it #im sorry im never gonna get it over how causal he is about the corpse he found suddenly waking up and asking for a smoke #genuinely whats wrong with him #like im actually curious what the fuck is wrong with him. theres something fundamentally wrong with him and i want to know #dani speaks #ask #asks #lord huron

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brookheimer · 1 year

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like i think every time rome would start to think ab it he’d be like ‘dad wouldn’t care if i called him a cunt are you kidding me it’s dad i’m me’ and i think logically he’d know how unlikely it is. but knowing something does not always mean feeling it and in this case it’s really hard for me to imagine roman not being haunted by it

#like as long as the possibility exists that’s terrifying. add in the symbolic killing —> literal death touch and like….#idk. i don’t think it’s a sign of rome considering himself as someone who has agency or enough weight to harm people like logan #like to me it feels like the opposite of agency. like this sort of cosmic karmic punishment #that’s how i think rome would feel ab it — less that he’s capable of killing logan and more that he somehow ushered in death by standing up #to him. i don’t think rome believes in karma or anything like that but he has such a nonexistent sense of sp #personal agency that it feels to me like his belief in logan’s supremacy in own life kind of mirrors that cliche sort of old school catholic #fear and guilt #regarding punishment and all that jazz #so it would feel like some sort of universal retribution or like careful what you wish for or smth like that #which is BULLSHIT he knows it’s bullshit. but also…. he’s never stood up to dad before…. and dad never died before….#he only died when roman did That Thing.#just bc he knows that any direct causal relationship is stupid and impossible for a variety of rzns doesn’t mean the fear and guilt doesn’t #linger. at least i know it lingers for me #idk if this is making sense it’s 4:11 am i’m tired lmaoo sorrtyyy #just thinking thoughts upon return from the bar #succession #succession spoilers #roman roy #casey shut the fuck up about roman roy

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swallowerofdharma · 11 days

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Jean-Paul Sartre, Saint Genet

#a literary analysis and character study #that made Genet stop writing for five years #berserk materials #because this is one apt interpretation of what femto is and how he was born from someone like griffith #and I don’t mean these quotes but the whole thing #how evil is a projection #well I am not going to be able to explain it in the tags #but this really clarifies so many things about how I feel about griffith becoming femto #what causality is or better what it does when we submit to it #what role void’s words played in the end before griffith’s last choice during the eclipse #of course the whole essay is about much more than this but at the moment I am taking away what has been bothering me the most #eri reads berserk #<- for me to find it later

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opens-up-4-nobody · 7 months

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#me *delusional*: sleep they say! youll feel better thry say! so y do i feel so much better when i dont sleep or do fucked up things to my #sleep cycle? i sleep 8+ hrs and feel like fucking garbage. then i spend 7hrs sleeping. wake up at 4am and sustain my focus for 12hrs and at #the end of the day im like. whoooooo! its 30 degrees outside! time to run up the mother fucking mountain :-DDDDD #ok ok. i kno that literally last night i was like: high energy? me? sounds fake but here we r bitch #and i kno im corrilating something that isnt causal. i feel like shit so i sleep more and still feel like shit. then my energy is elevated #so i sleep less and feel better bc my energy is high. but its not a problem rn. like im still at the normal range of elevated mood #like im not hyp0manic. i mean. relative to my normal mood range this is fucking wild but its more like just being in a really good mood #how do we sustain this? how do we take advantage? idk idk. i should probably just try to get a normal amount of sleep and let it go away #and not like not sleep and risk losing my mind. ugh. thats so boring tho #also. i am sorry for dissing on fruit fly papers. the paper was really interesting and i really liked the speaker #also the plant genetics lab does such fucking cool stuff. i should talk to them abt their stuff more #unrelated

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woolydemon · 2 years

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one of my fav things abt shaggy from Scooby Doo is that he is a skilled ventriloquist. He's really good at throwing his voice to make other things sound like they're talking, and also he has a talking dog that's unrelated to that

#rando thoughtz #it would be rlly funny if he's been voice acting his dog this entire time #but its even funnier if these have no relation to each other. he just has a talking dog thats it #no explanation why. no logical reasoning #(besides mystery inc which explained hes a descendant of a cosmic god or whatever but thats canon only in that show not overall)#i had a friend joke that shaggy learned it for a bit but now nobody believes him when he says his dog can talk for real #which is also rlly good #do many different opportunities for comedy with canon shaggy ventriloquist #which is only a thing bc casey kasem was super talented & could also throw his voice #much like how they made shaggy vegetarian bc casey was also vegetarian #ok one more shaggy fact i rlly like since im on a roll here #shaggy has an extensive collection of belt buckles & wears a different buckle each episode.#it just so happens they're always covered up by his shirt #sorry sorry i just love scooby doo. like unironically. its one of my interests akshdkjflfjfkf #ppl dont realize this sometimes i knew someone who was like ''i didnt know u were This Into scooby doo i thought u just causally liked it''#like no i didnt watch every direct to dvd scooby doo movie in existence for me to come out the other side normal about this cartoon #anyway this was prompted bc im dressing as shaggy for Halloween. again #its an easy costume & wont give me trouble to wear it on campus #i just gotta have my scooby plush with me to complete the costume #though this time im also wearing a hoodie around my waist + a mask that both have scooby on them #i think shaggy could be the kind of guy to wear merch of his own dog

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starlooove · 11 months

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I LOVE SEEING SO MANY SPIDERSONAS

#i remember being so jealous of the first wave bc I have no creativity and arachnophobia #BUT #looking at all these BLACK spidersonas is so <3 #No bc all spidersonas are cool but this tiktok was like #pavitr inspired me #to make my own spidersona that’s full of my culture and not see it as overbearing or doing too much #like Id cry that’s so sweet #anyways I want my spidersona to have a fluffy coat idk #maybe some type of jumping spider #i want them to be more of a runner than a swinger #prolly using skates #like the CAN swing well but they’re very much more ground level #less patrolling for trouble and more just stumbling across it #since they don’t rlly actively seek danger out their spidey sense compensates by warning them of things that aren’t technically immediate #like more or a danger radar/gps #theyre a dancer too 😍#they see being spider man as a fact of life #It’s not like a drive to actively help but if they see something bad and have the power to help why not?#very causal and chill #till their uncle Ben dies #but that’s literally just spitballing i need to refine this #i cant draw but I can speak #speak well?#hm.

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fieldsofbone · 2 years

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i was tinkering with my dissertation idea today and ended up finding some literature that might be really helpful with further developing my theory and fleshing out the project and i feel so much more energized and excited about it and like i’m actually (FINALLY) making some progress and i feel so proud of myself!!! this month makes 5 years since i met my advisor and took his classes and fell in love and realized i could study my areas of interest / passion for a LIVING and decided to go for the phd despite how insane and far-fetched that sounded, and i’m remembering how invigorated and ambitious i was about it, how i couldn’t get enough of researching phd programs and was devouring any political science research in my fields of interest that i could get my hands on, and it feels so good to be even slightly excited about school again and like i’m inching closer to the degree i’ve been working so hard toward despite all of the shit i’ve gone through in the last three years 🥺

#i also stopped by the office of one of the profs whose class i’m going to take next quarter to introduce myself #and i told him i was planning to take his causal inference seminar next quarter but that i struggle with math so i asked if we could arrange #a meeting just for him to describe what the class and his expectations would be and what i could do to prepare #and he was so nice and so helpful! it was a Brave Girl thing because i was just walking down the hallway and saw his door was open and #i initially passed it and figured i’d just email him and then i was like no. we are doing this now. and i did!#i’m getting better at asking for help and expressing what i need and not being afraid to identify and address areas i can improve on #it’s still a little scary because it’s such a hard subject for me but i feel a lot more capable now (and we haven’t even had our actual #meeting yet!)#i’m reconnecting with 2017 me and it feels healing <3 #rad school

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devotedlystrangewizard · 1 year

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i would like to make an announcement that will probably land me on the psych ward

i didnt unlock flying anywhere until i was caught up. 6.1. my first region was elpis (not counting azys lla for obvious reasons) because i didnt want to be running to the portal to pandaemonium upon the 6.2 launch. most regions? not before 6.2. didnt do the mount speed either. i was slow walking all throughout shadowbringers and endwalker. i saw the aether current count of the endwalker regions and just refused. too much. not looking for that many. i did, eventually, for every region......except ultima thule.

#ok lets see i unlocked the hw locations because i wanted to replay hw #i unlocked one stormblood region bc of the omega quests #and traversing the red sea without flight was so bad. though that was also one of the last ones i unlocked #shadowbringers was completionist #mare lamentorum was because doing the hildi quests SUCKED #garlemald i just fucked around in. the lore around it makes my brain enjoy exploring it #i WILL unlock ultima thule. one day. when i get sick of that 5/6 complete screen on the aether currents tab #work harder not smarter as one of my friends said. i am severely mentally ill.#its very much an 'i could go look for aether currents... OR i could do [insert thing here]'#in the time since 6.2 i have done bozja gotten 4 more classes to level 90 levelled miner from 1 to 80 levelled botanist from 1 to 50 #fisher from 9 to 70 #i have worked on my island sanctuary #i have done abyssos often enough that i have the full sets for healer ranged-phys melee & tank AND i have 2 of the causality weapons #and of course i unlocked mount speed in some areas. got all the aether currents in almost all of them #i soloed coils #i unlocked all of omega & eden. ivalice. void ark. still working on alexander & the nier raids #my brain is doing everything in its power to keep me from doing any task i say ill do #i also painted several things related to the game and have written over 150k words of fanfic #mmm i did make a start this week i did 2 side quests in ultima thule #im so sorry. by the way.

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dante-mightdie · 1 month

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Reader offering her body to viking!simon as an appreciation present for protecting her xx

yes yes absolutely yes everything about this is beautiful

c/w: pillaging, death, murder, blood, loss of virginity, p-in-v sex, you and simon have no game, simon is a blunt dickhead

perhaps the village gets raided in the middle of the night :( rival clan tearing through your lovely town and pillaging it. your husband is immediately storming out of bed, throwing on his armor and grabbing his axe. he’s silent when he picks you up, slings you over his shoulder and throws you into the wardrobe,

“stay.” he commands and you respond with a quick nod of your head, looking up at him with frightened eyes until he slams the doors closed

you’re there for a good hour until you hear movement in your home. you think for a moment it might be simon but you soon hear the sounds of wood splintering and crashing as this invader trashes your home

you keep a hand over your mouth, praying whoever this is decides not to check your hiding place. that was wishful thinking, you realise once the wardrobe door is ripped open and you’re met with the cold eyes of a rival warrior who wastes no time snatching you up and throwing you to the ground, desperate screams immediately leaving your throat

you pray that someone hears you but you’re not hopeful when all you can hear through the closed windows is the muffled sounds of screams, cries and burning buildings

you pick up whatever your trembling hands can reach and throw them at the warrior as you crawl back. but everything just seems to be bouncing off of him, causing no damage whatsoever

you close your eyes when you watch him raise his weapon, ready to bring it down on you. tears slip down your cheeks and you flinch, preparing for your short lived life to be over in such a brutal manner

but no such blow comes, instead you just hear the sounds of gargling. when you open your eyes, you see the soldier on his knees in front of you, your husbands axe hanging from the side of his neck as he chokes to death on his own blood

simon is stood above him, chest heaving and rage clouding his vision as he pulls the axe out, swinging it into the man’s neck one more time for good measure

he looks at you, the storm disappearing from his expression once he sees you trembling on the floor below him, frightened out of your mind. with one arm, he effortlessly scoops you up, holding you against him. with his other hand he retrieves his axe from the corpse at his feet

he carries you out of your destroyed home, not saying a word when you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and sniffle

“thank you…” you mumble, the delicate brush of your lips tickling his skin, filling him with a warm feeling that he’ll deny ever existed

he grunts in response, hoisting you up when you start to slip in his grip. he doesn’t speak much, is the first thing you figured out about him on your wedding night

you shield your eyes from the bloodshed and horror that now bestows your village, people of your clan lay dead in the once safe streets. simon says nothing as he carries you away from it all,

“is it over?” you ask, taking your face from his neck to look at him. he gives you a firm nod of his head. you don’t say anything about the dried blood he’s coated in, nor the fact that you can feel it staining your nightgown

after a while he carries you to a secluded part of the village, with survivors gathered around and setting up tents. being the second-in-command to the chief was clearly a perk as you and simon had been set up in a small, cozy cabin

“draw me a bath.” his rough voice cuts through the silence, shrugging off his armor and stripping down until he was bare in front of you. it never failed to bring a blush to your cheeks whenever he causally exposed his naked body to you

he hadn’t bedded you once since you had been married, you had shared once chaste kiss at your wedding ceremony and since then he had barely touched you. he didn’t seem particularly interested in having you perform traditional wifely duties, he never rejected it when you offered to bathe him after a long day or when you had dinner presented on the table for him

you both just kind of exist around each other. it hadn’t really dawned on you that he’s never even called you by your name, only speaking to you in blunt sentences

“oi. did you hear me?” he says, stopping to turn to you when he realised you hadn’t moved from your spot. you shake yourself from your thoughts and nod your head, scrambling over to the fire to begin boiling the water for his bath

he carries the heavy pots of boiling water for you, snatching them from your hands when he sees you nearly burn yourself. once his bath was finished, he climbed into the steaming water

you watch him from the bed, chewing on your lip and playing with your fingers as he scrubs his skin with the soap. his back is to you as your map out the scars littering the rippled muscle

you feel indebted to him. whilst he wasn’t the nicest man, he certainly wasn’t the cruelest. he was good to you in a strange way. he never forced himself on you, even on your wedding night. he had never uttered words with intent to hurt your feelings

you stand from your place on the bed and nervously stumble over to the tub, kneeling beside him. he doesn’t look at you when you take a cloth and begin cleaning his back

he lets his hands fall into the water, leaning forward ever so slightly. you notice how his eyes fall shut. he’s probably exhausted, you think to yourself

“would you like me to brush your hair, husband? I… I can-“ you question, looking at him as you run the soap through his hair and making an effort to detangle the mop on his head

“do what you want.” he grunts, shrugging his broad shoulders and dropping them down with enough weight to make the water splash

you nod your head even though he can’t see you. after a few minutes of, quite frankly, uncomfortable silence, you place the soap down as a silent signal that you were finished

he stands to all his glory, 6’4 with water dripping down from his hair all the way down his thigh defined thighs and back into the water. you immediately avert your eyes when you drag your eyes down to his cock, hanging heavy between his legs and pass him a towel

you gather a comb and place a pillow on the floor between your legs. still not bothering to get dressed, he just drops his tired body down leaving you no option but to spread your legs to accommodate his large frame

you spend a good 30 minutes trying to get the comb through his shaggy dirty blond hair but you eventually manage to tame it into a clean and detangled state. you use a tie from your wrist to tie it up into a messy bun so it will stay out of his face

“I-I’m finished…” you say, placing your hands on your lap to prevent yourself from reaching out and tracing the tattoos on his shoulder blades. as you expected, he just gives you a grunt, his way of saying thank you

you stand from the bed, watching as he moves around the room with his back to you

“simon?” you call out with hesitation, “would you… would you like to come to bed… with me?”

he turns to look at you, his brow furrowed with confusion, “I am… I’ll be there in a minute.”

you shake your head, taking your hand up to untie the front of your nightgown, “no… I mean… would you like to be intimate with me?”

you’re certain that your face must be bright red with embarrassment, but you power through as you slip your gown off. you’re stood naked in front of him, shifting on your feet as he stares you down with an unreadable expression

he shifts his whole body to you now, folding his arms over his chest as he looks you up and down

“say something, please.” you squeak out, your hands coming up to poorly cover your breasts. he lets out a small laugh in response and you think you’ve completely humiliated yourself

“you want me to fuck you?” he asks bluntly, taking one hand down to lightly fondle his flaccid cock. you nod your head eagerly, biting your lip

“you ever done tha’ before?” he smirks, cocking his head to the side. he’s quite enjoying this newfound confidence, if you can even call it that. you shake your head, fiddling with your fingers

“it’s gonna hurt.” he warns, raising his eyebrows and scanning your face for any form of hesitation

“will it feel good eventually?” you ask, a small glimmer of hope spreading in your eyes when you realise he’s actually considering your request. you expected him to shoot you down with a laugh

“maybe.” he shrugs, “you still want me to fuck you, little one?”

his hand is wrapped firmly around his cock now, stroking it until it was fully erect. you can’t take your eyes off it, not even to see the cocky smirk across his face

“yes.” you whisper out, “please.”

he cocks his head to the side, “get on the bed. spread your legs.”

you crawl onto the bed, laying on your back and folding your hands across your stomach. you chew on your lip, your eyes trained on the ceiling. you can’t bear to look at him as you spread your legs, giving him a clear view of your most intimate area

“want me to lick your cunt first?”

his words make your pussy ache. his blunt tone would be horrifying on anyone else but you know him now. it’s just who he is. it’s so amazingly him. the question is followed by the sound of spitting and the slick sounds of him stroking his cock

“I- yes- I just- I’m not sure i’ll like it.” you admit, sheepishly. you glance down when you feel the bed shift and his big hands wrap around your thighs. you see him knelt between your legs, lips inches away from your aching pussy

he grunts, and with no warning, he closes the gap and runs his tongue from your opening then all the way up to your clit. he wraps his lips around the bud, giving a harsh suck

you throw your head back, letting out a stuttered moan. your hands shift from their place to his hair, tugging on it and loosening a few strands which fall around his face

he spends a good bit of time trialling things out, learning what you like based on how much you yanked at his hair or bucked your hips

he slips a finger in your entrance once he’s sure you’re wet enough, groaning at the way your legs slam around his head. the feeling of your thighs clenching around his face makes his cock twitch against the mattress

your cunt takes his fingers greedily, sucking around his thick digits when he slips another one in. your hips buck up at his mouth when he flicks his tongue around your clit

you feel a tightening in your stomach after a fuck minutes of his fingers fucking in and out of you, scissoring them to stretch you wider for him. he waits until he can feel you right on edge and he hears your moans pick up to pull his fingers out

you let out a whine at the lack of contact, handing right on edge of your ruined orgasm

“quite yer whinin’. you can cum around my cock instead.” he groans, pumping his cock a few times before lining it up with your weeping pussy

he places one hand on the underside of your thigh and pushes it up as he pushes in slowly. you let out a gasp and grip his forearm, nails digging into his skin. he doesn’t stop, only slows his pace

“nearly there…” he groans just before he bottoms out, his pubic bone pressed against your clit. he grinds his hips slowly to help you adjust to the feeling of being stuffed full

“do that again…” you whine out, arching your back for him. he grinds his hips a few more times, waiting until there’s no resistance from you before actually beginning to fuck his cock in and out of you

you slam your hand over your mouth when you feel the tip of his cock brush against this spongy spot inside of your cunt

he shifts his position, moving so he’s kneeling on the bed. he wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs you so your ass rests on his thighs

he wraps a hand around his cock, gliding the tip through your folds one time before slipping back inside you. he uses his grip on your hips as leverage to fuck into you faster than before

the room is filled with a mixture of your moans and his grunts along with the sound of his balls slapping your ass

your hands move to rest on his shoulders to keep you straight as he rams his cock into your cunt. that familiar tight feeling creeps up on you soon again. you tap his shoulder lightly

“si- simon… ‘m gonna- fuck-“ you cry out, throwing your head back against the pillows

“me too, little one. come on… cum around your husbands cock…” he grunts, leaning forward to put you in a mating press. his permission was all you needed to let go, your cunt pulsing around his cock erratically

he gives you a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling his cock and out, desperately jerking it a few times before he paints his load all over your tummy. he rubs the tip against your clit to milk your orgasm, the final remnants of his cum dribbling out onto your pussy

he doesn’t enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm very long before he’s standing up and grabbing a cloth to clean you both up. he blows out the candles that light up your bedroom before wrapping you both up in blankets and furs

he lays on his back, tucking you under his arm so you can rest your head on his shoulder. you lay away from him, wrapping your arms around his bicep and pressing your face into the muscle

in tune with his usual character, he doesn’t say a word to you but this is progress, you think. a soft smile gracing your lips as you drift off into a peaceful slumber

#mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #viking!simon

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