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all sunrise on the reaping has taught me is that the same way katniss is haymitch's not-daughter, peeta is effie's not-son
#the compassion the care the kindness..... she was creating his embryo when she first met haymitch#the politcal savvy the manipulation the conniving..... oh how she loves her son#the loving somebody through their worst..... effie and peeta you will always be real to me!!!!#she stood by haymitch through twenty five years of alcoholism. peeta stood by katniss through the hunger games#through his hijacking. even at the end he still loved her. he went through 2!!! hunger games for her.....#cant stop thinking of peeta and effie in those capitol cells..... cant stop thinking of them using effie to make peeta cooperate.....#cant stop thinking about peeta waking up in 13 and wanting effie#peeta post-mjay eating breakfast at effie's place after his therapy sessions#peeta post-mj coming up with plans to convince effie to move to 12#THAT'S HIS MOM!!!!#effie having nightmares and the only she can convince herself that it's safe is by making sure peeta's heart still beats....#they're literally the most mother and son duo ever....#wait!!! peeta slowly losing himself to the hijacking and effie desperately trying to remind him who he is#dont fucking touch me!!!#thg#the hunger games#sunrise on the reaping#thg sotr#sotr#peeta mellark#effie trinket#haymitch abernathy#katniss everdeen
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my brainrot about these two can be measured in liters
#dreamworks trolls#trolls#ex bandmates#trolls oc#hed#les#my art#this drawing is very old already but i really wanted to write a oneshot to go with it#because i have story in my mind that led to this particular moment#but ALAS. no motivation for writing#lets just say he had a shit class meeting about their end of elementary school prom where he got singled out and everyone collectively...#...decided that he can't participate in the traditional dance because he's too short (unless. an asshole classmate proposed. he finds...#..a dancing partner in like the 2nd grade. and the class teacher looked thoughtful instead of reprimanding that student.)#basically no one not even his friends stood up for him and it made him feel like a class nuisance they were trying to sweep under the rug#living in vibe city made him such an outcast in general. he did a lot of crying over wanting to be a funk troll and fit in :((#and of course les would blame himself for every one of his problems#ughuguguhugh#i have shed physical tears thinking about these two idiots who can't let go of resentment for each other but also love each other so so muc#fuck i'm crying again#someone put me out of my misery#hedley#leslie
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Jrwi prime defenders spoilers !!
I was having a normal day until I remembered that tide could have fucking DIED back there btw. Like William could have accidentally killed him with that injection. BIZLY ROLLED FOR IT. It makes me insane to think about. "because his guard would never be up for you" FUCK YOUUUUUUUU BIZLYYYYYYY
#that is fucked up that is so fucked up thats what it is#i dont even wanna know what that would have done to williams head#and vyncent just stood there watching too DUDE#AND DAKOTA#would he ever be able to forgive them for it???#would he ever be able to forgive HIMSELF for not being there to stop them????????#MAN HE ROLLED FOR IT RIGHT I DIDNT HALLUCINATE THAT#BIZLY WHEN I CATCH YOU BILZY#jrwi prime defenders#prime defenders spoilers#tide lambert#william wisp#dakota cole#vyncent sol#just roll with it#jrwi
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sooo that probably could have been avoided
#sonic prime#i fucking LOVE THIS SHOWWWWW#listen i get why nine did what he did#he stood up for himself#he shouldnt be expected to go along with whatever sonics into just cause sonic says thatd be in character for him#and#sonic is constantly overestimating the amount of trust that others have in him#this. but also sonic can do no wrong and i support that hog fully#just speaks to his big heart<3#sonic prime season 2#shadow the hedgehog#sonic
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it’s loving alexander mogilny hours. if they won’t put you in the hhof i will


#forever in love with how he stood up for himself to tough guy iron mike keenan when he was ripping into him and trying to intimidate him#still holding a grudge against that freak (derogatory) for helping ruin the canucks but thats another can of worms#being one of six players to score at least 76 goals in a season and he’s the only one not in the hof are u kidding me#get behind me alex we’re breaking you into the hof#during the lockout when they were given stipends and alex wanted $120k/month and was dead serious about it bc 'a guy needs to live'#him calling himself a little baby when he opened up about how he didn’t want to get too close to anyone on his team in buffalo because#because he didn’t want them to get traded away and that it broke his heart every time it happened#the crazy numerology of his 89. the year he defected and his draft place. the numerology of him scoring his first nhl goal 20 seconds#into his first shift against the nordiques being 20 years old during the sabres' 20th nhl season#and he was scared to death of flying. like it was a genuinely crippling fear of his oh my god my sasha#if i was gerry meehan i'd drive him across the world. we'd sail the seven seas idc he would not have to step foot on a plane#he's too much. i love him so bad#dahlia be fucking normal about alexander gennadevich mogilny challenge failed relapsed impossible crying into my hands#im gently stroking that big curl out of his face and kissing his forehead#alexander mogilny
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and today in sometimes i write shit that fucks me up for weeks: time travel au steve & trees
Steve gets up. Goes into his room — not his room at all, it’s not his home, it’s not his — knowing Hopper won’t follow him, locks the door knowing El will unlock it if she needs him, and crawls under the blanket. He doesn’t cry, just curls up and lies there in numb misery of feeling too much, thinking too much, knowing too much, and not having the right words to express anything.
The air under the blanket gets too warm to really be comfortable, but he doesn’t want to move. He’s turned into a tree again, as El would put it. Another pang of guilt and misery runs through him, because he doesn’t want to be fucked up like that, fucked up enough for a child to call him a tree because he loses his reality a lot; but then the thought of being a tree almost feels so relieving it makes him want to cry.
Because trees don’t think about their friends dying. Killed. Murdered. By forces greater than this world’s imagination. Trees don’t watch the blood seeping from them over and over again until they lose their minds and go into shock that this world doesn’t support, instead tugging him back and forth until all there is is nothingness, because there is no time to think or feel or process, and once there is time, there is too much to even start. And no one to talk to about it. No one to listen.
If he could turn into a tree and never have a single thought again, he would without hesitation.
But he can’t, so he thinks, and the thinks until he falls asleep and the thoughts turn into memories morphed with fears until it’s Steve who kills them. Steve who fails. And Steve who does it over and over again. In the Upside Down, in Eddie’s trailer, at school, in Mike’s basement.
It’s Steve. Like it was Billy.
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Walking on legs that haven’t quite accommodated to being upright yet, stiff and heavy in the dark of night, Steve makes his way through the forest, tumbling and stumbling, but never enough to make him stop. He’s heaving breaths now, willing the cold air into his lungs to stop everything from feeling so wrong, to break through the haze and the fog and the cotton, to pierce his insides with little pinpricks of ice as December is fast approaching. It only serves to make him more dizzy, his head spinning, glowing spots of black and white appearing in his field of vision until he leans against a tree, catching his breath and holding it.
Holding onto it with whimpers and wheezes and pathetic little groans that make him want to scream. He punches the tree, his hand numb with pain upon impact, his knuckles stiff and scraped up; bloody, even in the pitch black darkness.
Bloody. His hands are always bloody. It stains them, has seeped into his skin, like a reverse tattoo that only he can see. This, though… This is real. It’s his blood.
And so he punches again. And again, until his breath has evened out, and the pain has moved from his arm and his side over to his hand. Over to something real.
He flexes his fingers and watches them, can barely make out their shape, and focuses on the pull of his skin, the scrapes making it feel too tight — but in a real way. In a way that… he’s not going crazy. It’s real. It’s all real. And it’s burning, sizzling along with all of that anger, the grief, the confusion, the complete and utter fucking lostness. The loneliness.
Steve punches the tree one more time, then turns around to put more distance between him and familiar walls and stale air and worried glances so heavy they slowly scrape away the scar tissue growing over all those rawest of feelings.
He walks and walks without direction or destination, simply placing one foot in front of the other as his racing heart calms down and he is overcome with an absolute, all-consuming kind of exhaustion that makes him sway the very second he stops. His eyes are getting heavy, like his body is slowly coming to the realisation that his beside clock said 3:38 a.m. and that he hasn’t slept through the night for some days now, or maybe weeks, always awoken by nightmares — on days that he even dared to fall asleep.
No one should have to feel this kind of exhaustion, Steve thinks. Even after the Russians, after torture and fighting and more torture, followed by running and more running and almost dying in a car crash and then in a fire… Even after all that, he wasn’t as exhausted as he feels right now.
Probably because back then, he had Robin. Robin who would hold his hand, Robin who would share a glance with him and resuscitate everything that died inside of him with just one brave little smile.
God, she was so brave.
Steve leans against a tree, closing his eyes for just one second as he pictures Robin — alive and smiling and determined. Robin, in the passenger seat of his car at ass o’clock in the morning, grumpy and tired, leaning in to give him a hug hello and a hug goodbye. Robin, who would roll her eyes at his antics, his insecurities and his worries — Robin, who would explain hours later, her hand in his, that he had no reason to doubt or worry. That he was fine. That he was perfect. That everything else would slot into place soon and be perfect for him, too. Payback, she’d called it.
Payback, he thinks now as he heaves another breath, willing it through his constricted throat, and just barely keeping himself from screaming. Payback, because he failed. Payback, because he watched her die and nothing, nothing good will ever come out of that.
As much as he will try to save her, she will always have died. As much as he can try to keep her safe this time around, he will always have failed her.
That’s nothing he can take back. Ever. Nothing he can fix. Nothing he can make un-happen.
It’s the cruellest constant.
One that won’t leave him alone. One that won’t let him sleep at night, one that won’t leave his head even for a minute, flooding his consciousness with memories of blood and failure, weighing down his conscience until he can’t fucking breathe, and—
A sob escapes his throat even as he stumbles forward, continuing on his nonexistent path that feels a lot like running, fleeing from this new life, as though he could magically make his way back to the old one. Because they have died. They’re dead. He watched them. This new world won’t fix that. Won’t fix him. And he doesn’t deserve fixing anyway.
So he runs.
#steve harrington#stranger things#time travel steve#Robin who would share a glance with him and resuscitate everything that died inside of him with just one brave little smile#<- that sentence fucks and even i recognise that okay#and also the imagery of grief and trauma turning you into a tree. stagnant. not moving. but still alive. stood there right where you were#always always standing there. and wishing you weren’t fucked up enough to be likened to a tree#and as a reader pointed out: the duality of steve turning into a tree. and then letting out his anger and grief on a tree#but consequently on himself. in symbolic and literal ways#god isn’t this so fucked up?? isn’t this so messed up?#time travel au#DONT MIND ME i just wanna talk about him and all the symbolism i weave around him all day and all night#nobody could ever accuse me of downplaying platonic stobin in this story bc he is so. he’s so. Lost. without her. she’s all he thinks about#he talks to her still even if she won’t answer. he will not survive school with robin not knowing him. with robin hating him nonetheless
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whats the most goated bllk rarepair and why is it hiorin
#THE VISION… i used to be neutral until someone i follow on twt kept posting abt them and i was like WAIT YEAH OKAY…#it’s abt two people who play soccer for all the wrong reasons. both who play with resentment in their hearts due to family#rin being softer/gentler with hiori for some reason. hiori being as kind to rin as he is to everyone else. which shouldnt mean much but it’s#RIN. the one who everyone sees as an unstoppable number one god. and hiori is simply kind. the only one to help him up when he falls#rin who went from loving soccer to hating soccer. or not hating soccer but hating who it stood for to him (sae)#vs hiori who never liked soccer for what it stood for (his parents) but grew to find his own expression and love within himself#both of them who still play as a stubborn way to prove smth. rin who plays to defeat his brother and hiori who plays to defeat his parents’#expectations. IT’S ABOUT THE EXPECTATIONS PLACED ON THEM AND HOW THEY CAN BREAK OUT OF IT#also two pretty bitches. who wouldnt pair them tgt#man i love hiorin fuck this shit#also i read like two fics and it fully converted me like it might be my fav hiori and rin ship now
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The most hilariously humiliating thing happened at work today. My coworker’s husband came in and while I was ringing up his purchase he was like “hey this is weird, but can you turn your head and move your hair? I want to see your earring.”
So I do
And he’s like “Wow I like your Emet-Selch earring. So I take it you enjoyed Shadowbringers?”
And I respond “congrats on being the first person to actually know you what the earring is from.” And then I have to acknowledge that I’m only on Heavensward patch, like a fucking clown. So I do. And I explain to him the Cursed Amulets of information I have about him because I have to give some fucking reason as to why I own these.
And he just replies “oh, you’re down bad, huh?”
It is at this point I make a noise that can only be described as a clown who has just eaten the squeaky part of a dog toy
He did follow this up with “listen I do not blame you at all”
And then I finish ringing him up. I print his receipt and tell him to have a good day. He asks me to tell him when I actually get to shadowbringers.
I found someone else who was at the Devil’s Sacrament and he called me a simp. This is worse than when a friend asked me if I was into femboys after looking up a picture of Aymeric. This is my friends fault and I can never play this game again
#ffxiv#hydaelyn’s silliest jesters#zodiark’s clubhouse#I will never live this down#Mr Peepaw War Crimes I#listen I’m not sorry about it#I just want to meet him so I can see if what I’m guessing about him is right or if I’m just shooting my shit and/or projecting#he looks so tired and like you pissed in his coffee#I feel like no matter how much I could hate him it would never amount to how much he hates himself#he stands like someone who isn’t interested in living anymore#I know that because I’ve stood like that#but then again!!! I don’t know shit!#I could be completely and utterly wrong#and I won’t know for a while#I’m a little insane maybe#I have the advantage of knowing like three things about him and I’ve taken that and ran with it#but you know what#worth it#I’ve already gone through the stages of grief just fuck me up already
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It's funny that I can say Trunks has a sense of honor that he was almost unwilling to break, but at the same time he's the same guy who would make the most low down, dirty, quite frankly just mean moves the second a fight starts.
#out of time (ooc)#and yes by sense of honor i do mean he just stood around and let vegeta hype himself up and then STILL didn't wanna risk embarrassing him#he's a good guy but it's funny he's also one of the dirtiest fighters around#he must've gotten it from vegeta the only difference is vegeta still lets people how fucked they are even if it's seconds beforehand#trunks tries to get it over with as fast as possible#headcanon tag pending
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the absolute atrocious characterisation James gets from some of you…wtf. my man used to be a bully and a pompous airhead, yes, but he was also GOOFY and loyal and brave to a fault?? be fair.
#this just in: characters can be three dimensional#just read a fic where he called lily a sl*t and was just…so fucking awful#like no. no did you read canon? he made a fool of himself everytime he saw her#my boy was so head over heels in love he was literally tying his shoelaces together if she so much as#looked at him#not to mention he gave up his life WITHOUT HESITATION#at the age of 21–barely a fucking adult#to save his wife and son. he stood up#to the darkest wizard who ever lived#UNARMED….the fucking bravery. the PURE love…..ughhh#he deserves better takes#james potter
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dirk and todd are actually so real to call out patrick spring
#thats a thing actually a petpeeve i have with dirk fanon#this whole he needs someone to stand up for him#like yeah hes skittish and panicky and easily scared#but he stood up to riggins/he calls todd out on his shit/stands up to patrick/gets snarky at estevez/the peak bitchery at BW#the only people hes too scared to do this too is suzie (at least i dont remember him doing so?)/priest which is understandable#and the rowdy3 which real funny that#until 2x08 where he got pushed too much and retaliated (not sure if id call it syanding up to himself)#i mean shit he stood up to bart (kind of and was fucking terrified) wayy sooner than he did with r3#ok i wont bitch about that too much#dghda rewatch
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TOMMMMMMMMTOMAFOMAFO TOM SWEEEEEEP TOM SWEEP!!!!! TOM SWEEP GOL GOL GOL GOL GOL GOLAZOOOOOOO GOL GOL GOL
#txt#sorry. i'm fine i just fucking GOD TOM THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUUUUT!#i fully expected him to apologise back but he DIDNT because he ISNT GONNA LIE ANY MORE#HE STOOD UP FOR HIMSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!#GOD. THANK GOD!!!!!#GOOD FOR HIM!!!!!!!#i know they BEATING HIS ASS in the twitter and dark part of tungle w stans but i dont care GOOD FOR FUCKIGN HIM#is he lying when he said is that a new tactic bc she fully brought it up IN AN ARGUMENT like she told him BC SHE WANTED TO LAY SOME#EMOTIONAL WARFARE ON HIM WHILE HE WAS BEING BATTERED BY ALL THREE SIBLINGS AT ONCE AND STRESSED TO SHIT#and can you blame him for not bowing down to her apology WHEN ITS OBVIOUS SHE FULLY SAID IT EXPECTING HIM TO DO THE SAME#she only said it bc she wanted him to take back everything he said. but he was NOT going to do that#he's not doing it any more.#and when she didn't get what she wanted she dropped the bomb on him she used it as a way to get him to break down and apologise#it was actually. another tactic because the first one didn't work. and yeah she IS pregnant but it was still a tactic.#also she was getting VERY annoyed with tom begging greg to help him. she could fully see tom was leaning heavily on greg for support.#she does NOT like that!!!! at all!! she knows! come on! she fucking knows! we all know! what else am i supposed to take from that!#she chooses THEN to do all this to tom? like right after he's outwardly calling for greg to help him and greg is Trying to. they're a team#right in front of her?#hm. hmmmmm. things that make you go HM.
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Let’s talk about the moment Aziraphale *almost* denies the Metatron.


“Anything you need to take with you?”
“No. Nothing I can think of.”
His voice is uncertain. He gazes longingly through the window, where Crowley waits by the Bentley. Aziraphale hasn’t lost him yet. It isn’t too late to change his mind. We can see it play out across his face, and he wheels on the Metatron.

“I—I think I…”
What? Changed my mind? Made a mistake? Can’t do this? Can’t do it without Crowley? The micro expressions going on in this second look out the window are absolutely crushing. The hint of a smile is gone. His face is cast in shadow. He is resigned.


He’s decided. The possibility he could fix things in Heaven is too strong a draw to back out now. Crowley is still waiting out there. He’ll always be waiting. Maybe Aziraphale can make a better world for him.
“Nothing at all.”

This smile is *forced.* Aziraphale truly believes he can change the system. He needs Crowley. But the only thing he wants more than being with Crowley *right now* is the chance to be with him indefinitely in a world where they are free to love one another without fear.
The entire scene is shot in such a way that when Aziraphale is alone on screen, he occupies only half of the frame. He is only one part of a whole, and the loss of Crowley (for the time being) is palpable. Out in the street, the shot of Crowley is framed in a similar way, though reversed.

I still feel ways(TM) about Aziraphale’s decisions at the end of E6, but this little moment of “I—I think I…” is proof he considered backing out, and almost, *almost* went through with it. He could have rushed to Crowley, could have run away with him to the South Downs or to Alpha Centauri, but the system would stay broken, and any peace they would’ve had would only be borrowed. He wants to give Crowley the real thing—all of his love, all of the future, unfettered by the constant threat of a corrupt Heaven.
#he really had to go and see for himself he never stood a chance of changing the system#otherwise he'd always think 'i could've gone and I could've changed everything'#now he'll know he fucked up big time#good omens#good omens 2
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Simon, tits or ass question
Simon never understood the whole ass or tits debate.
It was the kind of question that got tossed around by the younger recruits, the loud, cocky ones who acted like they’d never touched a woman—probably hadn’t—let alone knew where to find a clit. He’d hear it in the barracks, in the gym, during downtime on base, always the same brainless conversation.
And every damn time, his mind went straight to you. His fiancée.
Sure, Simon liked your ass. Liked the way it felt in his hands, the way he could squeeze it in public just to hear you scold him, swatting his arm and hissing about other people being around—like he gave a shit. He liked resting his head on it, treating it like a pillow when you laid on your stomach, liked feeling it press up against him in the middle of the night when you shifted in your sleep.
But he also liked your tits.
Liked watching them bounce when you ran on the treadmill in that little sports bra and shorts. Liked sinking his face into them after long, brutal days, letting himself get lost in your warmth. Liked sneaking up behind you while you got ready, pressing his hands over them just to hear you sigh, half-exasperated, half-amused.
But then there were your eyes.
Simon fucking loved your eyes. Loved that he could stare into them whenever he wanted because you were his and that meant he had that privilege. Loved the way you squinted when the sun was too bright, how you’d complain about it getting in your face while he just stood there, mesmerized by how it made your irises glow. He got grumpy whenever you wore sunglasses. Not that he’d admit it, because it meant he couldn’t see them, just his own damn reflection staring back at him.
And your hair. Jesus.
Then there was your hair—your sweet-smelling hair that he could sit for hours just breathing in. He loved the way it felt against his skin, whether it was soft, loose or styled with care. Loved when you let him play with it, even if he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing half the time. And when you slept, he didn’t mind if it ended up in his face, didn’t care if it tickled or got in the way. he’d just bury himself deeper, content in the warmth of you.
Then there were your legs.
Simon liked them no matter what. He liked the slight prickle when your hair started growing back, liked running his hands up and down your thighs just to feel the texture. But he also liked when you let him shave them, taking his time, careful and precise, making sure not to nick you. Didn’t matter if they were smooth, stubbled, or fully grown out—he just liked you.
Your hands. Your belly. Your arms. Your face. Every part of you.
So no, Simon never really understood the whole ass or tits question. It was too small, too simple.
Because he didn’t just like your ass or your tits.
He liked you.
#fanfic#ghost cod#call of duty#simon ghost riley#bored af#one shot#simon riley headcanons#cod fanfic#simon riley#simon riley fanfic#smut#simon ghost smut#simon riley x y/n#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#cod x reader#ghost call of duty#ghost#shinoko_oshi
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simon riley is simon fucking riley.
why would he need a secretary?
it was price's idea to put up the "help wanted" sign, even though simon never agreed to it. he was completely capable of going through life "assistantless", he had made it this far, hadn't he?
but the way you greeted him, placed your manicured hand out for him to envelop it with his, was something he wasn't prepared for in the slightest. simon found himself whispering your name to himself as he walked to lunch, stapled papers, shaving his face.
you were a phenomenon to him, a spiritual experience that he just didn't recognize yet. and even though he was slowly coming around to this whole thing, the truth was, he'd always be a bitter man.
"sir, I was placed here for your benefit. trust me when I say, whatever you ask of me, I will do-"
"I don't need your fuckin' help, y'hear me?" simon would respond with a bite, even though his words only encouraged your crush more.
and his eyes spoke words his mouth couldn't. they casually wandered down the length of your body, and he took it upon himself to memorize the sight of you. sitting, standing, bending over.
how could he not? the way your plump ass sat in that stupidly tight skirt, how the buttons lining your polo were just seconds away from flying across the room with the help of your black push up bra, it was just too much for him.
every single morning, without fail, you waltzed right into his office. his space, unsolicited. carrying your unnecessarily large purse and an iced coffee, your soft voice rang and bounced off the four walls, "good morning, sir."
you might as well just bow down to him while your at it, with all that sweet talk you give to simon, all the shy little nods and waves you bid him throughout the day, and he ate it right up.
"I finished the spreadsheets you asked me to compartmentalize. will that be all for today?" you'd say, leaning over his mahogany desk as your cleavage spills out of your top. simon was about to lose his cool.
"that'll be all, luv." he cooly spoke over his computer, trying to regain his composure.
it wasn't until a few days later, when you were struggling to put a stack of files on the top shelf, that simon's self control went out the window. he watched as you stood on your tiptoes, losing balance trying to place the items. and he couldn't help but come up behind you, placing a large palm on the small of your back to steady you.
a small gasp came from your throat at the gesture, "easy, luv, just me." he whispered back.
simon was so close, close enough to the point where you could study his face, watching his eyes squint at the effortless reach it took for him to stack the files.
the eye contact alone led your mind astray, and as his hand drifted away from your back to the fat of your hip, your eyes fluttered down to his lips, then neck, then shoulders.
that was all it took. what started as a something simon hated became something he lived for. the hand around your hip pulled you closer to him as the other cradled your face.
"tell me to stop." he whispered, nose rubbing against your own, causing your eyes to flutter shut.
you smiled at the outrageous thought.
"never."
simon's lips crashed against yours in an instant, a clash of teeth and tongue, slow licks and harsh nips were quickly causing your legs to give out beneath you.
he picked you up instantly, "mm, I gotcha,"
that's how you found yourself laid all pretty on his desk, legs up on his shoulders. the slight curve of his dick and veins you could feel with every nerve in your body only created shudders.
"mmhmm, mm, y-you don't hate me?"
you said, interrupting the lewd sounds of him slamming into you, the squelch of the two of you joining made you tighten around him.
"fuck, no. no, don't hate you, lovey,"
and of course, simon being the pussydrunk that he is would casually slip this in,
"love you, fucking love you."
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#ghost x reader#modern warfare#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#simon riley#ghost imagine#simon riley fluff#ghost fluff#simon riley headcanons#simon riley cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley imagine#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost smut#simon ghost x you#simon ghost fluff#ghost smut#ghost mw2#ghost cod#cod smut#cod fluff#cod x reader#cod mw2#cod modern warfare#call of duty#cod#cod mwii
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Part two of Simon Riley with a user who kidnaps herself. CW: Cunnilingus, Somnophilia, PiV, they're both a bit crazy, brief mention of blood (in a ring) part one here if you missed it!
Simon was currently stood over his bed. Staring at you. Under his covers.
You smelled so good too. Simon didn't want to get in bed and disrupt the scent of you with his own. He'd never forgive himself.
It was strange. Simon thought that if you found out he was stalking you, you would scream, call the cops, anything but this.
Maybe you were as crazy as he was. A thought that both terrified and excited Simon. Although the excitement definitely weighed out.
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Simon merely watched you as days went by. He watched you eat, watch tv, sleep, bathe. And it didn't creep you out in the slightest.
You knew there was always an adjustment period when two people moved in together. So you let him watch you. He was like a wary cat. It was rather cute.
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"You can get in bed, you know" you hum tiredly one night. Opening your eyes and looking up at the behemoth of a man that would have terrified anyone else if they saw him watching them sleep.
"Don't want to make the bed smell like me when it smells like you"
"If you cuddle me you'd be close enough to smell me really good"
Simon stared. Brows furrowing in thought. Before he gives in.
Simon awkwardly slid into the bed next to you, tensing slightly when you grabbed his arms and wrapped them around your waist.
But as soon as Simon seemed to understand that he was touching you and you wanted him to keep touching you, he grabbed the backs of your thighs, pulling you flush against him with your legs around his thick waist so he could bury his face into your chest.
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After that, Simon could barely keep his hands off you. As soon he got home from base, he would find you somewhere in his home and wrap his arms around you. Refusing to let go for at least ten minutes.
He also gave you the best head you'd ever received. Definitely a bonus.
Every guy you'd been with before Simon, treated the act like a chore. Lazily licking you until raising their head and asking if you'd finished yet.
Simon though? He does it for his own pleasure.
Simon will find you wherever you're lazing about the house. Drop to his knees. And go to town.
Sucking on your clit until your legs shook, moving his head down to lick the wet slick coming from your hole. The first time he shoved his tongue in your hole to taste more of you? You nearly screamed as you came unexpectedly.
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And the way Simon fucks? You could barely think a coherent thought afterwards.
Sure, the first time you two fucked Simon came almost as soon as he thrust into you. But you couldn't blame him. He was fucking the woman he'd been stalking for over a year. He was bound to get overwhelmed.
Now though, Simon could fuck you for multiple rounds. There'd been times you had to call out of work because you either couldn't walk, or your body was so exhausted afterwards.
And after telling Simon it was okay to fuck you while you were asleep? He was even worse. The amount of times you woke up to Simon fucking into you while cuddling you and drooling into your shoulder was immense. But you loved it.
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Simon's favourite part of you being his sweet little stalker, was that sometimes he would tell you he's going out. And then he would see you in the corner of his eye.
But Simon's favouritest part of his favourite part, was when he would go out with his team, and they'd point it out. Unfortunately it only happened a few times. The team getting used to seeing you watching Simon from afar. But whenever Simon noticed you, he got the stupidest smile on his face. Knowing he was definitely going to marry you. Propose to you with a ring where the gemstone was made of his own blood.
"tha' lass been followin' us bar tae bar all nigh'" Soap muttered. The rest of the team being concerned.
"Yeah" Simon grinned dumbly "she's the best ain't she?"
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Simon was just over the moon that you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. And you moving into his home unannounced had to be the most romantic thing Simon had ever experienced in his life. You were perfect for him.
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