#call of duty mw

[gomzdrawfr]

unconventional marriage proposal

redraw from this by @existentialgaybirdnerd

[fortheb0ys]

Bit of a prenap ramble...

I'm just imagining being the barracks bunny for the 141. Bunch of stressed out men with ALOT of needs to fulfill.

They pull you aside and get you to fuck them anywhere and everywhere. Showers, offices, military vehicles. There's been numerous times that get you to fuck them one by one in the aircraft back to base as the others watch in lustful awe as they jerk themselves.

Soap a bit more needing than the rest. The mission reports bearly touch before he's palming himself through his pants. He's already came once or twice before you reach his room. He'd milk you dry as you fuck into the early hours of the morning.

Ghost doesn't like to admit he likes the attention you give him. The way the burdens he feels melt away with each of your touches. You're one of the very few that are lucky to see his face yet alone to see his face completely fucked stupid.

Ghost and Soap, an otherwise close duo, fighting over who gets to be fucked first. The argument ending with your tongue deep in Soap's ass and Ghost riding your dick, them making as they do so.

Gaz on the other hand is a bit reserved to ask. It'll take till the stress boils over till he's begging. You treat him like the perfect man he is. Gentle and sweet. His eyes nearly tearing up as you lay soft kisses along his gorgeous body.

Price is a work first, fuck later kinda guy. You're moreso the one getting impatience for sex. He'd cockwarm as he does his paperwork, occasionally tightening his walls around when you get antsy. As a reward for a mission well done, you get to fuck your beloved captain on his desk.

[collinnmckinley]

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Series. ↳ Infinite gifs of Cap. John Price [32/∞]

[vitchimage]

Medic: You’re loosing too much blood! What’s your type?

Y/N: British male, 38, 188cm, 93KG, blue eyes, brown hair that’s greying, athletic built, blood type O+, SAS—

Medic:

Medic: Your blood type soldier

Y/N: OH! I don’t know whatever that’s in the database about me I guess

Price in the background:

[one-awesome-beetle]

ghost who everyone thinks is creepy because he always uses prolonged eye contact in conversations and can go for insane periods without blinking and soap who everyone thinks is rude/not interested in the conversation because he can't make eye contact and is constantly fidgeting

[m-1-8]

DADDY’S LITTLE FAILURE

“Welcome home, Simon” “Seems we have a new addition to the family” ”Saved ye a seat, Lt.”

[xxpereonn]

PMC - SHADOW COMPANY

[wrylu]

he got them both MERCH !!

[angel-sweets666]

Running away!

Guard !könig x princess!reader

A guard takes a liking to the slightly younger princess he was supposed to protect

warning: smut, swearing, poorly translated German

little bit of background for yous, there is a age gap. Not a illegal one however, König is 36 while your between 19-25 (depending on you)

A/n UGHH IM WRITING THREE SERIES AT THE SAME TIMEEE😭 I’m doing all this cuz I felt like producing some different content at the same time for different people <3

König sighed and leaned against the door of the princess, you. He stood post every day and made sure you were safe. He looked up the hallway were your other sisters rooms were, their respective guards standing post aswell. You peeked your head out the window “könig..?” You whispered to him “ja?” He grumbled lowly, rolling his head over to face you. His mask always intrigued you, you wondered if he was handsome or not… “Uhm… whatcha doing..?” You fully stepped out, your hair out and in your night gown. “Making sure you’re safe, that is my job… ja?” His eyes lifted under his mask to suggest he was smiling, you smiled to him “I suppose.. yeah…” you walked over to sit stand next to him “so like.. what do you do? Like a job.. what do you do?” You asked quietly “I uh.. I train, and I protect you.” He replied “that’s nice” you sighed and then slid down the door, sitting on the floor by his feet “könig?” You looked up at him and smiling sweetly, he hummed in response “do you have a wife..? Kids?” You asked him “ah.. Nein, I have no one to warm my bed.” He shook his head, sighing “Ich wünschte, ich hätte eine Frau”.

You looked down at your thighs, then leaned onto his legs. He looked down at your head “ah.. princess what are you doing..?” He asked in his usual thick Austrian accent “talking to you” you replied. He chuckled deeply “comfy there..?” He said in an amused tone “mhm.. very…” you closed your eyes and smiled sweetly. He blushed under his mask and went back to standing up straight “you have got to go back to your bed princess..” he informs you, noticing that you were falling asleep. König places his gun down then grabs you by the underarm and pushes the door open, slowly walking you to your bed and laying you down in it “Gute Nacht” he pets your head then goes back to his post, standing by your door and waiting for his shift to be over.

the ladies of waiting you had bursted into the room, waking you up, ringing bells and opening blinded, all in a attempt to wake you. You slowly groaned and rolled over to keep sleeping “your royal highness you have a special day today!” One of your ladies grabbed you and gently pulled you out of the comforts of your bed “what…?” Your grumbled “today you must choose a groom!”

your wide awake now.

“what?! No! I can’t! I mean.. I wanna love my husband!” You yelled as they brushed your hair and pulled you into a corset “politics won’t allow that my dear” another lady of waiting informed you, she was slightly older and had served many queens and princesses during her time “but…” you stuttered but couldn’t get anything out, you couldn’t stop thinking about König and how he said he had nobody to warm his bed. “Maybe id like to warm his bed..” a little voice told you in your head, but you quickly pushed it away. He was your gaurd not your future husband… oh but he is such a gentleman…. Nope! They finally fitted you into a blue gown and did your hair, finishing up the last touches “uh.. yous done yet?” You asked the ladies in waiting “nearly!” They said in almost complete unison, which freaked you out. “I’m finished! Stop.. stop” you tried to pull the ladies off you since the finishing touches, were getting annoying.

30 minutes later

“nope.. your ugly and annoying” you said bluntly to this snobby misogynistic prick they called a prince “THIS IS A HUGE MISTAKE FOR YOU!” He yelled in frustration, you looked towards könig on your left while you leaned back on your throne, he kept eye contact with you and you blushed; trying to straighten yourself up from the obvious sexual tension. You sighed as you met a shy prince, prince Gabrielle who to be quite Frank, was setting off your gaydar. “Uh…” you leaned forward and whispered to this guy “you seem like a gay so I’ll save you the trauma” he nodded “I’ve got a boyfriend” he whispered “I just don’t think we’ll get along well and it’ll end in divorce, I’ll be happy to be friendly however. An alliance maybe?” You said in a friendly tone. He smiled to you in relief. There was only a few princes at the moment so you were safe for a while….

that night you again, peeked your head out the door, sat next to könig. Except this time you were a bit more suggestive with it, saying things like “your very tall..” him being 6,10 “very strong huh?” “Shame you don’t have a wife”

the whole time König was thinking you were the death of him, the very lovely death of him….

[southernbluebellereader]

Being Chosen...By A Baby

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Single Mom (COD MW(2/3))

Warning: Fluffy stuff, Baby Fever, MAJOR BABY FEVER

Summary: Simon Riley isn't too particular about babies, until he meets yours.

Word Count: ~1,670 words

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A/N: I loved writing this, it's been on my mind for a while. I didn't like the ending because I didn't know how to end it lol

Edit: Pronouns and names were all over the place but it should be fixed lmao thanks for letting me know

Imagine being chosen by someone. Someone intentionally looking at you and thinking - contemplating, deciding - and choosing to pick you. It’s as simple as picking you to ask for directions, ordering a cup of coffee, and begging to touch your skin.

But it’s something special when someone as small as a little child is looking at you and choosing you. No one knows what goes on in their mind, behind those curious eyes, those rosy and chubby cheeks, that little button nose, that babbling little mouth with teeth fighting to make way. No one knows what those cute little chubby cherubs think when they decide to reach out to grab anything and everything in sight.

The grip of a child is mightier than anyone Lieutenant Simon Riley has ever seen.

Lieutenant Simon Riley - the infamous Ghost. He’s not supposed to exist. The enigma.

Yet… out of anyone who could have found him and had a mighty grip on his gray fleece jacket was your little chunky cherub made of a can of Pillsbury crescent rolls, looking at him with big curious eyes, absorbing information like a sponge. Your little infant son of nine months old, sitting comfortably in a little wrap carrier so that he can comfortably lay against your chest, he has seen Simon and reached out and grabbed a little handful of his gray fleece jacket with no intention of letting go.

It was a quick day for you so you didn’t need the baby carriage today, the wrap keeping your son against your chest would suffice, you liked having your baby against your chest anyways. In the city, it was easy to get around by walking and public transport, but you needed something in the next town over so you had to take the train. The platform for the train was nearly empty, you were early, so you had some time to yourself and your little boy giggling and babbling away, occasionally wiping his nose and talking to him about the plans for the day.

Slowly but surely, people started to pile in as the time went on, the train would be arriving soon.

Even a ghost needs a place to stay, right. On the occasion that he is home, he tends to stay out of his home, usually to replace food that had spoiled while he was gone. Simon arrived at the train station and waited on the platform. It wasn’t too cold, but chilly enough to wear his gray fleece jacket.

It was nice and quiet until more people started to pile up onto the train station. Usually he didn’t mind until people started to get into his personal space, which rarely happened anyways. Even in more civilian clothes, in a place where people barely recognize him, despite him living there, people tend to stay away from people who look mysterious.

As more people pile into the station, he slowly moves towards the center of the station. Huffing slightly to himself, he glances slightly at the giant clock. The train would be arriving soon. As he waited, he’d hear bits and pieces of conversations from people about their lives.

He didn’t mind it, he felt more human.

After a while, he heard something he didn’t hear often.

An animal?

No.

A baby.

The baby seemed to continue to babble, getting louder as he moved again. For some reason it made him curious. It’s not that he wasn’t fond of children, his childhood was pretty fucked up, but a child was an innocent being in this cruel world. Sometimes he wondered what he’d be like if he’d spent more time around children - or what things would be like if he had children.

But that’s just a random thought in his mind. A man like Lieutenant Simon Riley - with the sins and atrocities he’s been through and committed, he has no business having children. He is the one mothers tell their children to stay away from. He is the boogeyman underneath a child’s bed.

Hearing the babbling again, he instinctively turns his head and looks around for a moment, then looks down, seeing the source of this little creature.

An infant child, probably no more than 9 months old, a drool covered fist in his mouth, the other arm flailing in every direction. And you, holding your child wrapped in a long cloth and tied around your waist, Simon couldn’t figure out how you held the chunky child on your chest with just a scarf. 

You were on the phone with someone talking about baby related things. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you and your baby. Such a mundane sight. A mother and her child. He glanced at your hand caressing your child’s chubby and rosy cheeks. No ring. Single mom? No wait, that’s rude. 

Cracking a small smile at the sight, he looked at the child for a moment, finding amusement in how you tried to sooth your child as you talked on the phone, swaying your hips slightly. You kept your eyes on your little cherub the entire time, playing with your son’s cheeks, making him giggle and smile, occasionally acknowledging him, calling him your honey bun.

Then you got caught up with your conversation and looked away. Your child looked around for a moment, content and happy. Simon didn’t know what he found so amusing and intriguing about this child. When he thought about children, he thought of crying little messes, unruly children, little rascals who were nothing but trouble.

This little dough-boy? He had an urge to just poke his little rosy cheeks. You were holding your son, Simon practically stood right next to you but he couldn’t tell you what you were talking about. Your little cherub had dampened his senses.

More people started to fill the train station. The train would soon arrive. Simon was practically next to you. At this point, he didn’t mind being next to you and your baby. As more people surrounded the three of you, you glanced up at Simon and smiled sheepishly and mouthed ‘Sorry’ in an attempt to apologize in case she’d bumped into him. Simon saw as you wrapped your free arm tighter around your baby that was tightly wrapped against your chest.

It’s ok. You’re fine. He didn’t even know you, but he didn’t want anything to happen to you or your baby. 

He knew the train would be arriving soon so he looked up at the time and looked to see if the train would be coming soon. Staring was rude. He had manners.

Not even a moment passed after he looked away did he feel a slight tug on his arm. Suddenly aware of his surroundings he looked down again. Your little munchkin demanded attention from the behemoth of a man named Simon. You were still on the phone, looking away.

Simon smiled at the sight and sighed in relief. You little rascal. Their eyes met, for such a cute little thing, your son looked at Simon intently, studying him. Simon was wondering what he was thinking. The little hand that had such a strong grip on his fleece jacket tugged at him to come closer.

“Curious little thing, aren’t you?” Simon said, using his other hand to wave at your child, making him smile slightly and let out a gleeful sound.

You turned your head at the sound and laughed at the sound of your son laughing, then blushed when you realized he was pulling on Simon’s sleeve. She quickly said her good-bye on the phone and hung up, then looked up at Simon, smiling sheepishly.

“I-I’m sorry, sir-” You gently pulled on your baby’s arm to try and get him to let go of his arm.

Simon let out a small chuckle as he waited patiently, smiling at the sight, “It’s fine. He’s got a mighty grip, alright.”

You chuckled as your child started babbling at Simon, as if he could be understood, refusing to let go despite your attempt to make him unhand Simon, “Once they got you, they don’t want to let go.”

You glanced up at Simon, seeing a small smile on the man. He reached up also with his free hand and gently held the child’s wrist, “I ain’t going anywhere, you can let go of me now. I think we’re going on the same train.”

Your child finally let go but continued to try and reach out for Simon, instantly taking a liking to him. You sighed as you looked up at Simon, the train finally approaching, “I’m sorry again, sir-”

“It’s fine, really. You’ve got a cute one.” Simon smiled at you and your child, who was still mesmerized by him.

You smiled up at him in return, glancing down at your son, then back up at Simon, “Haha yeah, he is something.”

Once the train doors opened, people quickly exited the train as quickly as people entered.

“This is my train-” You looked up at him and then toward the train, then attempted to walk forward. But people rushed around them. You kept your arms around your child and Simon felt the need to stay close, this way people would actually walk around you as you and Simon stepped into the train. 

Once inside, you found a seat and sighed as you sat down. The seats filled up quickly and Simon ended up sitting opposite of you and your baby.

Smiling awkwardly at each other, you apologized again for your son grabbing onto him.

“It’s fine, really. I like his determination.” Simon looked at him as you turned slightly so Simon could see her son’s face, who smiled when he saw Simon again. “What’s his name?”

“Joseph. But I think he likes being called Joey.” You said as she caressed little Joey’s cheek as he cooed at Simon.

Simon gave her and Joey a genuine smile this time. Joseph… Tommy’s son…

“I’m Simon, what’s your name?” He looked up at her.

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Simon.”

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[konigsblog]

thought i'd show you guys this, and it gave me an idea... (https://twitter.com/maskedxleo/status/1720863738385846315?t=kcWrtWrKYRuhIo9g3v6yOw&s=19)

cw; kidnapping, teasing, bondage, you're held as a hostage, afab!reader. photo credit - @yumethefrostypanda

ghost couldn't help himself when he saw you all tied up. price had bound and restricted you before simon would be integrating you, leaving you with rope around your wrists, stomach and ankles. you were strapped to the chair, your chest rising and falling rapidly, breathing picking up as you grew restless and frantic.

when ghost saw you, a low and hoarse chuckle emitted from his chest. he shook his head, pulling a chair to the side. when he saw the fear in other's eyes, he'd feel bad – but when he saw the horror and terror in yours, he couldn't help but feel almost aroused... all tied up and restless, could put that energy to good use.

simon spread his thighs, thick and muscular, he rested his palm atop of it. he shook his head once again, leaning back with his burly arms across his chest. “you gonna give me the answers, doll?” he asked. you keep quiet, looking down at his shoes. he tutted. you only lifted your head when you heard him unzip his military issued trousers and unfasten his belt.

your eyes widened when he pulled his semi-hard, thick cock out. thick and girthy, his hand wrapped around it. he pulled a bag from behind the chair to the side, visible to you, where he'd lift a fleshlight and lean further back. spitting on his hand and rubbing his dick sloppily all while maintaining eye contact with you. “gonna pretend this is you, pretty.”

he eased himself into the fleshlight, breathing out at the tightness. simon's eyes shut tightly as he threw his head back, groaning out. “what's your name, princess?” simon's thick accent called out, lazily picking up a pistol and aiming it towards you. you spoke meekly, telling him your name whilst stuttering. your heart pounding against your ribs.

“good to know what i'll be moanin' out...” he panted as he lifted the fleshlight, his tip already sticky – precum. each stroke made him groan out, and you couldn't deny the way your pussy was drooling at the sight of his big cock. you kept your eyes fixated on his shaft, wide as you tightened your thighs and squirmed, pulsing around nothing and gulping.

“look at you tightenin' those thighs, you enjoyin' the sight?” simon teased, cocking his head to the side and laughing out. you looked away bashfully, the sound of a pistol being picked up causing you to look back at him fearfully. “eye contact, sweetness...” he warned, shaking his head as he continued fucking the fleshlight down against his weeping dick.

milky cum seeped from his pink tip as he picked up the pace. pushing the toy down onto his shaft, grunting lowly and moaning your name out at the sensation rupturing through him. your panties were beyond wet – destroyed almost. you grinded against nothing, breath hitching in your throat when you saw him spurt a thick load of his wet, hot seed all over the fleshlight.

“your turn, pretty girl.”

[local-crying-boy]

🅂🄸🄼🄾🄽 '🄶🄷🄾🅂🅃' 🅁🄸🄻🄴🅈

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 - 𝔻𝕒𝕪 4

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 '𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝' 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝: 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 /𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 742

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Simon Riley was a hardened, cold man. He was a soldier, a lieutenant. He shot at enemies and was frequently thrown into danger. He was tough. Intimidating. Threatening. Any adjective you could think of to describe a merciless soldier, that was what Simon was.

However, Simon Riley had a little secret.

You. You were the one person who was able to see the person that Simon really was. The opposite of the harden, trained soldier who didn’t fail to do his duty.

Today was one of those days where you were able to see that vulnerability he never let be seen by anyone, that he always kept hidden with thick and high walls.

He was sat up on the bed, his back against the headboard, you planted firmly on his lap with his cock deep in your pussy. He had his hands on the sides of your waist, your arms cupping his cheeks as you pressed your lips against his, causing the two of you to share a sloppy, but passionate kiss.

His thrusts up into you were slow and precise, he didn’t seem the type to do that due to his large and muscular figure, but he knew exactly how to pleasure you.

He let out quiet groans in your ear when the two of you parted from your kiss, he leaned his head on your shoulder, hands grasping tightly onto your waist. He knew you got off on the slow and steady pace, but he would always feel himself on the peak of breaking point.

He would hold off though, for you. He wanted to feel you come undone around his throbbing cock before he set his load deep inside of you.

“Fuck…” you breathed out softly, inhaling quietly as your heart raced in your chest, despite the calm, slowly paced moment. “Si…”

“I know…” he muttered, his hot breath hitting your bare shoulder, a low groan.

You felt as Simon pressed himself deeper inside of you, your lips opening and letting out a long moan. You leaned your head in his neck, and, before you knew it, you had your teeth biting into his neck.

It wasn’t hard, no, no. But it was enough that it caused a shocked noise to escape his mouth.

“Love..” he whispered quietly, groaning out quietly as he felt you kiss over the little bite marks.

He didn’t get much more out because you had done it again, well-taken care of teeth clamping down but not into his neck this time, onto his shoulder instead.

“Fuck.” He breathed out quietly, his hands moving down to your thighs and firmly grasping them.

You could feel as his cock twitched inside of your slick hole, your eyes screwed shut as a quiet moan escaped your lips. Your nails clawed down Simon’s back as you felt yourself drawing nearer.

“Oh, god… Si…” you breathed out, your pussy tightening around his aching cock, only causing him to let out a drawn out groan.

You pressed your head further into his shoulder, grinding your wet pussy against his aching cock, letting out a small whine as you wondered if your bites and nails were going to leave marks on the lieutenant.

“Goddamn it luv-“ Simon groaned out he could feel himself getting closer. “Are you close? You’re close, aren’t you?”

“Mhm- mhm..” You were able to hum out quietly as you felt his cock twitch in anticipation, his grip on your thighs getting tighter, crescent indents marking your skin.

You could hear the low grumble of Simon's groan in your ear, you could feel the faint rumble in his chest as he made those sensual grunts that only you had the pleasure of hearing.

With a loud gasp that had quickly faded into a long moan, you felt that knot in your lower stomach snap and your hips bucked towards Simon’s. The action only causing Simon to groan out with his mouth pressed up against your neck, his seed exploding through your hole.

Simon’s thrusts upwards slowed until the two of you were simply embracing one other while catching your breath, your head leaning on his bare shoulder and his face hid in the crook of your neck.

“God, I love you…” Simon whispered quietly in your ear, a phrase you did not hear often, but it meant that world to you when you did hear it.

“I love you more…” You muttered back faintly.

The two of you had stayed as a cuddly couple for a couple more moments, simply basking in the warmth of both of your body heat.

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Kinktober {2024} Masterlist

[gomzdrawfr]

pov: you just told him what you wanted to do

[collinnmckinley]

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Series. ↳ Infinite gifs of Cap. John Price [33/∞]

[bug-bites]

thinking abt simon "ghost" "acts of service" riley

like in my head he isn't too fond of physical touch. he wont burst into tears and start crying and shaking if you hug him but its very much reserved for the very few people who are close to him. its not that he's scared of it or it makes him super uncomfortable, its just he has other ways of showing people he loves them!

he's the type of guy who when you're getting to know him, listens and remembers every detail you tell him, and makes mental notes of your dislikes and likes w/o you having to tell him.

he takes cold showers every day and when you ask him he just tells you "its better, wakes me up in the mornings" but its really because he knows you like taking hot showers from all the times he's walked into the washroom once you're done and noticed the mirror all fogged up from the steam. he just wants to make sure you dont run out of hot water

in a passing conversation you mention feeling a bit sick, maybe its the change in weather or your allergies acting up but you just really are hoping it isnt a cold. simon doesnt say much but later you find a small ziploc baggie of peeled orange slices with a sticky note with your name on on it

when you go out together and you're a little underdressed for the weather he notices the goosebumps on your arms and how you constantly are rubbing them with your hands, trying to subtly warm yourself from the friction. you dont do a good job however because he glances at you and lets out a small sigh

"what did i say before heading out" "bring a jumper..." you mumble in response "and what did you do?" he crosses his arms over his chest but he isn't mad or annoyed, not in the slightest "not bring a jumper"

it feels like you're on the verge of being lectured but simon just rolls his eyes and gestures you to follow him. you're lead to his car and he opens the trunk, tossing you a black zip up sweater. he's scolding you somewhat, saying that "this is why you're getting sick" and other nonsense and you're lucky he "forgot" to take that sweater out of the trunk or boot because hes bri'ish. you happily take it and put it on because you're not about to turn down a sweater when you're freezing also its from simon and it just looks so comfy! it's definitely big on you because lets face it, simon is built like an industrial freezer, but the material is soft and cozy, with the added bonus of smelling like him. you thank him for the sweater and carry on with your day, not thinking much of it. truth is, however, he always has that extra sweater in his car for you. makes sure its there before you two go anywhere, neatly folded and tucked into the back. he would never admit it though he's such a pussy

when asked about his little favours he does for you he constantly pulls excuses from his ass, saying its just a coincidence that he had those things or literally anything to hide that he goes out of his way to do it for you. he cares about you, he actually cares a lot about you but he's just a tiny bit embarrassed to admit it. he loves you so much but he doesn't want you to think he's like kicking his legs and giggling over the thought of you even though he probably has at some point but you dont need to know that

he thinks he's sooooo subtle and sneaky about it but when you fall asleep and you wake up with a sweater over top of you like a blanket that a) you are 100% sure doesn't belong to you and b) has "S. Riley" written in sharpie on the tag (with a tiny skull doodle next to it), theres no way in hell you can be oblivious to how much he cares about you.

[one-awesome-beetle]

simon strokes whoever's hand he's holding with his thumb he does it to make sure they're real to make sure they're still there