#Count Simon

[redscrawl]

happy lesbian visibility week to my simon duxbury lesbian flag icon

[kittylover776]

If I had a nickel for every time a royal cousin tried to steal the throne from their relative in a Netflix Christmas movie, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it’s happened twice, right?

[littlelord]

the minor characters lowkey took it this season.... gwayne, erryk & arryk, simon strong, oscar tully, tyland lannister, aegon's little frat friendgroup, maester orwyle, alys rivers, jasper wylde, larys, elinda massey, hugh hammer, rickard thorne, those 2 riverlands guys that had everyone fujoshing out i mean come ON.. let's hear it for the relatively normal people

[temeyes]

won't be home for a few days! please look after this big guy for me!

[wombywoo]

off duty

[machveil]

Ohhh tiny reader with loser ghost is adorable and hot. Can we get some very sexy imagine when loser ghost finally makes it fit? Please please please

YES yes you can - original post

CW: Fem!Reader, size difference/kink

Loser!Simon Riley who’s been pussy drunk for over an hour. hot tears running down your cheeks and your hands clutching his short-cropped hair. he’s dripping with you, chin soaked and moaning against your cunt. he can’t keep his eyes open, brows knit as he desperately tries to send you over the edge again, thick fingers clumsily plunging in and out of you. an hour of Simon losing himself in you, neither of you sure how many times he’s tipped you over the edge

he can’t help himself when he ruts against the mattress, achingly hard and straining against his pants. and, oh, his hips stutter when you yank on his hair, thighs clamping around his head as you orgasm. stuck, locked between your thighs as you cry out - all he can do is helplessly suck on your clit, slick fingers slowing down before he pulls them out. as soon as he can come up he’s tugging his jeans and boxers down, too impatient to tug them down past his thighs. “C’mon love, wanna feel you.”, he mumbles out, hands already moving to prop your legs up so he can thrust between your plush thighs

Loser!Simon Riley whose heart skips a beat when you murmur, “In me— wanna— Simon, please?”. he freezes, eyes darting down to his cock - it hasn’t fit before, he doesn’t want to hurt you. but when Simon looks back at you, hair messy and a dopey smile on your lips, he figures trying again is okay. throat tight as lets go of your legs, breathing heavily when you spread them, he nervously brings his tip to your slit. “Gonna go slow, sweet’art.”, is all he can manage to say, sloppily dragging his head up and down your cunt for a moment

Loser!Simon Riley who has to pause when he bullies his tip into you, legs shaky as he tries not to come too quickly - but you feel so good already. it’s agonizing, the slow stretch of Simon filling you. your slurred out encouragements aren’t making it any easier for Simon, babbling about how full you feel even though he’s barely worked himself in. small, controlled thrusts leave him fucking his tip deeper into you, his eyes screwing shut when you clench around him. he’s lost in the feeling, time rolling past him as he focuses on how you feel, too tight, too warm

Loser!Simon Riley who doesn’t realize he’s pelvis to pelvis with you, eyebrows knit as his head dips down, panting against your neck. Simon only realizes he can’t push any further when you roll your hips against his, it has him moaning hoarsely into your ear. he pushes himself up, just enough to look at where you’re connected and freezes - heart in his throat when he sees your tummy. barely visible, something snaps in him with he sees the little bulge his tip leaves against you. sharp gasp leaving your lips, Simon can’t help but sporadically rut into you, eyes glued to where your tummy bulges ever so slightly. “Good— fuckin’ perfect, love—”, he rasps out, hips stuttering to a pause when you clench a little to tightly around him

[karoochui]

Its for your tits, simon.

[robo-writing]

All of the 141 has a domesticity kink, the worst offenders being Price and Ghost.

Price will at least try to keep a level head about him, eyes trained to the apron that lines your figure like a second skin.

You look good like this, happily prancing in the kitchen, the smell of dinner lingering in his nose. What are you making? It doesn’t really matter, because whatever’s in that pot isn’t what’s going to satisfy him tonight.

You offer him a taste and he’s more than happy to oblige, humming constantly at the flavor of your meal. Your gleeful face makes his chest physically hurt, how the hell did he manage to keep a pretty thing like you all to himself? So happy to be his little housewife, and Price is nothing if not grateful.

He makes certain to show his gratitude the moment the stove is turned off.

Simon is much less refined, all jagged edges that makes it difficult to understand the need for a gentle touch.

You greet him in the morning in a baggy shirt—his shirt. It’s so oversized, the hem of it barely covering your panties as you work on chores around the house—makes his fingers itch to dig themselves into the soft flesh of your thighs and never let go.

His dick turns solid when you kiss him good morning. A peck of the lips really, but it’s enough to have him wanting more, the faintest whiff of familiarity hitting his nose when you pull away. It’s not long until he’s keeping you in his embrace, burying his face into your neck and groaning. You smell like him.

One moment you’re dusting shelves, the next you’re lifted into Simon’s arms. He doesn’t say much, but he doesn’t have to. His eyes give you all the answer you need.

[sadness-from-inside-out]

Am I allowed to just put jake where I have no ideas for other doodles I mean he’s stretchy so like

[sangthael]

get your shoes off the couch you bum

[lemonwrap]

I love dog metaphors and motifs, and I want a brainwashed Soap AU where, after a while, Soap genuinely sees himself as a dog.

When Makarov first gets his hands on Soap, Soap has his dignity, pride, and mind fully intact, and he fights. Soap fights hard, and he fights well, but months of harsh conditioning that stretch into years will break anybody. 

After a while, Soap no longer believes that he’s a real human, let alone a person. He’s an animal, a creature, a dog that must obey, because what else is there to do?

He was a bad dog at first, growling and biting until he was muzzled and beaten into submission, but he eventually learned that it was easier to just obey his master. Makarov was his master. He was cruel and choked Soap with the leash he had wrapped around his throat, but he was a master nonetheless, and dogs obey their masters. 

And then the 141 recovers Soap, years after they thought he was dead and gone. They held a funeral for him, and although they never quite stopped grieving, life must go on. 

Ghost is the most affected when they get Soap back. He frantically fumbles at the straps keeping the muzzle attached to Soap’s face, yanks the muzzle off, and throws it to the side, cupping Soap’s cheeks and repeating Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. But Soap doesn’t remember Ghost, and he doesn’t know what he did to make this man start crying as he crushes Soap in his arms or how to make it stop. He grovels and tries to put the muzzle back on as a show of obedience and good will, but the man gets increasingly upset. Soap just doesn’t understand. 

When Soap realizes Makarov is dead, he sees it as a transfer of ownership.

Days, weeks, months pass. Ghost reintroduces himself to Soap and keeps trying to talk to him like they’re equals, like Soap is a human too, but Soap doesn’t remember, and he doesn’t get it. He tries his hardest to please Ghost by obeying how his former master trained him, but he’s bewildered when Ghost doesn’t react favorably like he’d hoped. It simply doesn’t click in Soap’s head when Ghost repeatedly tells him that he’s still a person.

Soap thinks the world of Ghost, though, despite the man’s confusing orders. He refuses to muzzle or restrain Soap in any way, and he gives Soap things he’s never had before, like a soft place to sleep, food that isn’t bland, and physical contact that doesn’t hurt. Soap has to learn his new master’s preferences—but that’s okay, because Ghost is a good master. Ghost is kind and loves Soap, and all Soap wants to do is be good for him, no matter what.

Every dog needs a master, after all, and Ghost is all Soap could ever hope for. 

[redscrawl]

merry simon duxbury from A Christmas Prince day to all who celebrate

[melblur]

well. in honor of the halloween spirit. i would like to formally reintroduce everyone to the only good tweet i ever made

(& CoolBoxArt posted a tribute to it a year later)

[johannesviii]

Inktober 2024 - Day 24 - Expedition

[h2mura]

theyre coping

[skamenglishsubs]