#imagine cod

[alwaysshallow]

casually listening to skyfall and i thought.........

farmer!price x reader princess??? he's the kindest person she ever met, he takes care of king's garden from time to time. their relationship develops, she asks him about things, about world, she's never really been outside of the castle. he's the most fascinating person she ever met.

her father is looking for a husband for her, and she's busy hanging out in secret with farmer, who's not only just a farmer, but he's also seven years older than her. he's reminding her constantly about it, but she doesn't give a crap, and clings to him like a moth to a flame.

everything could end up badly, but princess doesn't give a shit about it.

[darkeraurora]

Admissions - Chapter 7

NSFW - MDNI

Status: ON GOING

Chapter 7 of ??

Why does this have to sit for so long? Sereza mentally complained, lifting the tea bag up and down in the water.

Fucking longest three minutes ever.

Three minutes she had to spend not sitting in her ghost’s lap and she was displeased. But a sacrifice she was willing to make with Simon’s hand currently out of commission. Last night the 141 returned from a week-long mission during which Ghost badly lacerated his hand. She had stitched him up, good as new, using a fairly new type of stitch she said would barely leave a scar, if it left one at all. However, doing certain things for himself was going to be a bit difficult for the day with his dominant hand out of action. Things like tying his boots – which Gaz was currently helping with – and making a cup of tea. 

Finally the stupid leaves had sat long enough. She finished the rest of the steps and brought the mug over to Simon for final approval, holding it out toward his good hand in what might well have been the ultimate test - a Brit judging her ability to make a proper cup of tea. Sereza was confident she'd done a decent job, but it was still a bit nerve-wracking. 'Proper tea' wasn't exactly a thing in her culture.  At least, not compared to her ghost's.

“Mm,” he hummed in satisfaction, “that’s perfect. Where did you learn to make proper tea like that?”

“I watched you make your tea loads of times.” She smiled at his praise, plopping herself back down on his lap. Simon wasn’t comfortable with giving or receiving affection while others were around, but he was always quite happy to have her on his lap and when it was only his team around he would speak sweetly to her like this.

The rest of the 141 milled around in the common room, going about their business. Unlike the others on base, the 141 was unbothered by this oddly amicable Ghost in the room.

“Aren’t you just sweetest," Ghost stretched out his bad arm, beckoning her to lean in closer to him. "How have you gone all this time without ever being someone’s girlfriend?”

“Two words: Med school.” She adjusted the hem of his mask for him as he gingerly rolled it back down over a small cut he'd also received on his chin.

“Ah. But after that though?”

“After med school, then it was my job. A lot of guys are hesitant to date female physicians, if not downright intimidated-”

“Ghost was too!” Soap interjected from across the room. Gaz slugged him in the shoulder, making the Scot whine.

“Why on earth would some wanker not wanna date a sweet little thing like ye,’ Lass?” Price asked as he wandered over with his own mug of tea.

“There are a lot of theories but I blame male ego.”

“Heeyyy!” Soap whined - again, “What’s wrong with our ego?”

“Guys get weirded out when the girl knows more about the guy’s junk than they do.”

Behind Ghost and Sereza’s cozy spot chaos erupted when Soap spewed his tea, mostly all over Gaz. They started yelling, and then Price was yelling, Sereza’s brother wandered in and started yelling about the yelling…

With all the air of the long-suffering, Ghost let out an impossibly long sigh and rolled his eyes at their commotion.

Sereza giggled softly at his irritation before giving him a discreet peck on his covered forehead. With everyone arguing and not paying them any attention, Ghost lifted his chin upward, silently requesting a proper kiss –

[bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt]

Sereza pulled her pager from her waistband before muttering, “I gotta go,” so quickly it came out as a single jumbled syllable.

And in a flash Ghost’s lap was empty. Now there was nothing to keep him pleasantly distracted from the mayhem that was Soap and Gaz, and no reason for him to hang around in the common room. The lieutenant stood up, tea in hand, just about to walk out when Price stepped over to him.

“Meet me in the conference room in 10 minutes,” the captain quietly mumbled from behind his cup.

XXXXX

The lieutenant walked into the darkened room where Price waited for him.

The man looked unusually… nervous? Uncomfortable? Whatever the word for it was, it had Ghost’s guard up straightaway.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier Simon, but did I hear that Sereza’s never been in a relationship before?” his captain asked.

Now the skull was thoroughly befuddled. What in the world was Price after with a question like that?

“Uh, affirmative sir… not a serious one at least.” Simon’s confusion about where the captain was going with this evident in his tone.

“I really don’t wanna intrude on whatever relationships you boys have,” Price rubbed the back of his neck, “but a captain has a duty to look after everyone on their team. Because I care about Sereza too, and I also wanna see ya’ continue being as happy as ya’ been recently – I have to ask… if you two haven't already...Ya’ are aware ‘bout… uh… sleeping with her? The first time?”

Well this was awkward.

“Ye’ know how to handle that, son?” This conversation could not end fast enough for either of them.

Simon could feel the embarrassment in the pit of his stomach like a boulder.

“Affirmative sir.” Ghost didn’t think he could possibly be having a more unsettling talk with his superior. Did his captain seriously think he didn't know how to make love to a woman? Anyway repeating his previous answer seemed like a good strategy for wrapping this up as quickly as possible.

“Good! That’s all I wanted to say!” Price gave his lieutenant the usual shoulder slap and hurried out of the room.

Ghost cleared his throat. That was worse than when Price talked to him on the roof and forced him to say that he loved Sereza out loud. He was about to head out of the room as well when the meaning behind Price’s odd questions hit him.

Simon stopped dead in his tracks as the proverbial ton of bricks hit him fully, dark eyes impossibly wide saucers. If he was her first partner, did that mean he would also be her… first partner??

Holy fucking hell his girlfriend was a virgin?!!

Naturally there was a small part of him that was elated at knowing that no other man had touched Sereza in that way. That she would be wholly and completely and only ever his. But the larger portion of his mind – the part that time and experiences had conditioned to focus on the negative – knew what the implication behind Price’s awkward questioning was.

Simon would be taking Sereza's virginity, and while he may not have been the most experienced guy there was, he was enough to know that a virgin’s first time having sex was painful. Price had wanted to know if Ghost had thought about that.

He fucking was NOW!

Simon had been with a few people before but had never taken anyone’s virginity. He was pretty sure. None that he knew of, at least. Wasn’t as though he’d taken the time to get to know his previous partners before sleeping with them. With his issues and being deployed constantly it was simpler to hire someone who would just take care of it without asking a lot of questions or requiring very much from him.

And it was never an experience he enjoyed in the first place – no fault of his partners of course; the fault was with him. Sex had been something only sought when his need reached a boiling point. He wanted it over with as fast as possible, so the service was performed expeditiously and both parties immediately went their separate ways, Simon forcing himself to forget the encounter at once.

It was better for everyone that way – his partners included, his way of protecting them as well as himself. They certainly didn’t deserve to deal with his shit. With all of his boundaries he was already asking enough of them as it was.

Everything was different now of course. He cared deeply about Sereza. And fuuucking HELL he wanted her.

But with this revelation, if true, there was no getting around it –

Simon was going to hurt her.

The thought crushed him.

XXXXX

“So yeah, orders are that he’s spending the rest of the day moving puddles,” Gaz finished up his report to Ghost on the base's resident problem child who was currently receiving an attitude adjustment.

“Hm,” Ghost nodded in approval. Beside him, Sereza was busy on her phone. Always the ‘busy bee’ as he heard someone else call her – reviewing lab results, replying to emails, sending out new orders. The dedication and calm efficiency she displayed in her work had always been something Ghost admired about her. 

He was also discreetly admiring how her shirt fit the curves of her chest perfectly today.

An uproar of loud voices and chairs screeching across the floor disrupted his… admiring. Since Ghost didn’t wake up with very much patience this morning, he quickly excused himself to escape the racket. He had a meeting later anyway. After a goodbye squeeze to Sereza’s hand, he set off down the hall, leaving her and Gaz to continue chatting.

Fucking hell they’re bloody loud, he thought to himself as he rounded the first corner. One more to go and he’d be in the quiet of the CO's office. “Give it back!” “…too early for your shit!” And some other random protests he didn’t care to try and make out rang in his ears. His long strides carried him down the corridor away from the pandemonium and around the corner quickly.

Until Sereza screamed.

Ghost had never felt anything chill his blood like that piercing sound. The sound of his little one in distress sent his fight-or-flight rocketing to new heights. Whirling around, he sprinted back down the corridor to her.

His wide eyes instantly sought out Sereza and found her frantically pulling her shirt away from her skin while wiping at her face with her free hand. All around her coffee splattered the cinder block walls and covered the floor.

Her scream had drawn a crowd – heads poked out of offices and other soldiers had come running as well. One of them Price.

“It’s-it’s hot… hot-” she cried as Simon reached her. The lieutenant didn’t need to hear anything more. Gripping her by the underarm to keep her from slipping, Ghost whisked her back into their room. Gaz had things here, plus Ghost could see Soap heading their way. That left him free to take care of Sereza, which was all he cared about.

“What happened?!” He asked her worriedly once they were alone.

Sereza couldn’t answer him clearly. “Aghh fuck, quema! Quítatelo…”

Ghost pulled his knife from the sheath on his belt, cutting through the scalding hot shirt and the bra underneath. Letting them fall to the floor in a steaming heap.

“Shower.” He yanked her into his bathroom, turned his shower on and thrust her under the running water. "I’ll be right back.”

The irate lieutenant darted back into the hallway. Price and Soap, along with some other officers he didn’t recognize, were all in the private’s face. 

“What in the fucking hell happened?!” Ghost demanded of Gaz since he had witnessed everything.

“Well LT, this idiot," he gestured at the private with a nod, "thought it’d be funny to run off with his buddy’s thermos. Open. He ran around the corner there and bumped into my shoulder. Wasn’t even looking where he was going. Genius was looking behind him. Anyway, when he ran into me coffee from the thermos went flying-”

“-onto my Little one,” the skull finished for him. The private noticed the towering, masked lieutenant and paled once Ghost's murderously dark eyes locked with him.

“Yes sir,” Gaz nodded back to him. This private was going to be dead, or wish he was, once Price was done with him. Then after Ghost, there was Sereza’s older brother for him to worry about too. Gaz didn’t feel an iota of sympathy for him. What he did was stupid and now the base’s physician was hurt, which put the lives of other soldiers at risk if they came back injured after a mission. “She alright LT?”

“I don’t know yet, but he’d better pray she is,” Ghost growled. 

He would have liked to handle the private then and there, but Sereza was more important.

XXXXX

…There was a naked woman in his bathroom.

Ghost swallowed thickly. A few minutes ago he’d had her topless right in front of him when he’d sliced off her clothing but he hadn’t actually seen anything. He had been so focused on her being hurt and how creative many ways he was going to destroy that fucking idiot. Too much to take notice of his half-nude girlfriend right in front of him. He also felt that would have been more than just a little shitty of him - ogling his topless girlfriend when she was crying in pain. 

But now things had settled down and all he could think about was what was on the other side of the door. What remained of her shirt lay forgotten on the floor and on top of it was her white lace bra. His hands itched to pick it up and feel the soft material.

He felt gross. She had been hurt and here he was trying to maintain any amount of self-control he could muster - made quite difficult because her lingerie was on his bedroom floor and she was naked in his bathroom!

Fuuucking hell. Simon ran his palm down over his bare face.

A good 20 minutes had passed since that damn twat had hurt his little one. Price and Soap had come by to ask how she was, and Sereza’s brother a little while after, and then a few of her brother's teammates. Now with the parade of worriers over with Simon stood paralyzed in front of his bathroom.

The shower wasn’t running anymore so he supposed it was safe to check on her now.

“Little one?” Ghost’s knuckles knocked against the door. “Sereza?”

“Si-Simon…” The small shivering voice hurt Simon’s heart to listen to.

After one last deep breath to calm his heated blood, he opened the door just a crack before pausing. Giving her time to react to his intrusion. Determined to be respectful of her privacy before he opened the door any wider.

Standing in the center of the room, wrapped in his towel that covered her down to just above the middle of her thighs, was a naked Sereza. Faint pink splotches here and there on her skin and face. Shivering from the cold water, hair damp and her face tear-stained. Her remaining clothes and shoes were discarded in a soaking-wet pile on the shower floor.

“I-I’m reall-y… cold, “she whimpered.

“Oh my sweet girl,” he breathed tenderly as he took in her pitiful appearance. Within two strides he'd swooped her up into his arms. Simon carried her over to his bed and dropped her onto it – carefully averting his eyes, as a gentleman does – then slid in beside her to gather her into his arms. Sereza’s tiny, shivery figure nestled against him with a blissful sigh at the feeling of his body and warmth surrounding her.

XXXXX

Simon peeked down at her once she finally stopped shivering. “Are you alright? How bad is it?”

“Not too bad, I’m fine.” She leaned away a bit to show him her skin. “Your quick thinking with the shower helped a lot. Most of these don’t hurt at all.” Her delicate hands rubbed over the barely pink burns on her arms. “The only ones that bother me are this one on my arm and here on my shoulder. And they aren't even that bad.”

Simon’s finger traced along the edge of the burn above her collarbone, relieved beyond measure that Sereza hadn’t been seriously burned. “I was worried,” he whispered to her, eyes transfixed on the bare skin. Hearing her pained scream did something to him he never wanted to feel ever again.

Sereza craned her neck to offer him a reassuring kiss. Soft lips opened for him, allowing him her taste as she explored his mouth just as thoroughly. Slow and deep until they were both breathless.

Ghost’s hand coasted along the skin of her shoulder. Tiny goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch. He parted from her mouth; the tip of her tongue licked along his bottom lip. Lidded midnight eyes lowered to her chest where the only thing keeping her from him was his thin white towel.

His hand hovered above her chest a moment. Hesitating. Before his courage could falter or his mind get in its own way, Ghost’s hand settled onto her breast. He let out a parched breath at the sound of Sereza’s moan as he adjusted to cup the mound fully. Just the feel of her through the fabric of the towel captivated him and his mouth began to water.

His little one took his hand and slowly guided him inside the fold of the towel, placing his palm directly over her bare breast.

“Mmm, Simon…” she sighed when he gently squeezed.

The same tone from his rooftop fantasy weeks ago. He needed more. “I wanna see you… Can I see you? Please?”

Sereza opened the towel.

Every thought in his head withered away into dust at the sight of her exposed chest.

“Fucking hell.” Beneath his hand on her breast, Simon felt her begin to tremble. Whether the room’s chill or nerves from being naked before him for the first time, he didn’t know. All Ghost cared about was not letting her go on like that a second longer.

His free hand cupped her head below her ear as he joined their mouths. “I love you,” he sighed into her.

“I love you too Simon,” Sereza breathed into their kiss, “Please touch me…”

More than happy to oblige, Simon looked back at the perfection in front of him, settling onto an elbow. Utter fascination plain on his face. “Perfect… So fucking beautiful.” Large, calloused hands tenderly – worshipfully - massaged her breasts, loving the feeling of their weight and softness. Thumbs drew featherlike touches across hardened nipples.

His love moaned, long and deep. Squirming under his touch, raising her chest to push her breasts further into his grip. Curious as to what other sounds he could bring out of her, Simon leaned down and latched onto the sensitive skin of her throat. Kissing, sucking the smooth olive skin as his mouth worked downward toward her shoulder where he lightly licked along her collarbone and the flesh just underneath.

Sereza was rapidly becoming a whimpering, panting mess in his hands. Arms resting near her head as she surrendered herself to Ghost and his warm touch completely. Allowing him to feel and taste her as he wished at the pace he wanted.

Lips hovering just above her skin, Simon glided to her sternum, placing a loving kiss in the valley of her delicious curves. Tasting her skin. Inhaling her scent as he fervently explored her chest. Burying his face between the soft mounds with a deep, reverberating growl. His ministrations were rewarded with a needy whine.

Emboldened, he slid his tongue along the swell of her right breast and up to the peak.

Sereza’s entire body jolted.

So sensitive… He loved it.

Ghost tasted her again and again. Enclosing his mouth around the hard peaks, leisurely licking, sucking, and nibbling away while his other hand lightly teased and twirled the nipple of her neglected side. Quickening his pace when Sereza’s hands clutched his head to her, pulling him closer to her breasts as she cried out at the pleasure Ghost was giving her. Fingers dug into his hair and caressed the nape of his neck.

He released her nipple with a wet ‘pop’. Sereza’s chest heaved, the movement making his saliva covering her skin glisten as it caught the light. An image Simon would keep tucked away in his memory for the rest of his days.

“Sereza,” he breathed, “So gorgeous… I’ve barely touched you and already you look like you’re ready to come apart.”

“I wanna see you too,” she crooned as she tugged needily on the collar of his uniform.

Simon smiled down at her but shook his head. “Soon, my little one.”

He wasn’t sure he could stomach showing her what was hidden under his uniform. Not yet. That plus he didn’t want to possibly agitate her burns. For today, this was enough.

Besides – “We have duties still,” he reminded her with a deep kiss on her pouting lips.

XXXXX

“No entiendo… por que no? They should’ve told you! No me importa un carajo! No! Mhm… And now you have to hurry up and wait, verdad? Oh you’re so dramatic. No, be nice.”

Simon silently snickered as he listened to his little one’s squabbling phone call with her brother. Fluidly switching between Spanish and English. He had always found Sereza’s relationship with her brother amusing to observe and listen to. And while he was happy for Sereza that her brother was part of her life and she had such a strong bond with him, sometimes he couldn’t help wishing that he’d had been able to have that with his own brother. Even a little. Not to mention his relationship with his father. A handful of good moments would be something he’d settle for. Just to have something good to look back on.

Though... was it even possible to miss something that never existed in the first place?

“Okay, okay. Be careful and I’ll see you soon. Love you too. Bye.” Sereza tossed her phone to the side and laid her head down on Ghost’s hard thigh. Craning her neck upward to look at him when he didn’t immediately begin patting her head as he usually did, Sereza saw him staring blankly at her cell phone. Unblinking. His shoulders and jaw tense.

“Penny for your thoughts, Ghosty.”

Simon crankily grumbled something under his breath at the new nickname, turning his head to look out the window.

Perhaps a little bribery. “I’ll give you head scratches…” One of his favorite recently discovered indulgences she knew he had a hard time resisting. In private anyway, in public the man was immovable. And sure enough, with more mumbling and muttering, Ghost’s head lolled to one side to allow her to reach his favorite spot.

Simon’s eyes softened when Sereza let out a happy squeal at his assent and delved her long nails into the dirty blond curls, scratching and massaging away at all the places he liked best.

“…Never had anyone tell me that,” Ghost finally admitted dispiritedly.

His love sat up, folding her legs under her. “No one told you they loved you?” Why did all of this man’s stories have to be so sad?? Together for almost a month now and Simon hadn’t told her a single somewhat-happy story. No one had told her that either when she was little but at least she had a few good memories here and there - ... three, maybe four. But as far as she knew Simon had none at all.

Ghost’s eyes drifted closed as he slowly shook his head. “Just my mother.” His gravelly baritone was hushed but did have a hint of emotion behind it, if subdued.

Sereza hugged Ghost’s head to hers. “I’m really sorry Simon.”

He only hummed quietly in acknowledgment. “Sometimes…” Ghost’s deep timbre rumbled again after a long silence, “Sometimes… I think- Ugh, nevermind.”

“I’d love it if you’d tell me.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Ghost replied with a dismissive way of his hand.

“Telling me to not worry about something is guaranteed to make me worry about it even more than I would on my own. Please tell me? Pretty please??”

“It’s not important.” Ghost draped his arm behind her back and lifted her to sit across his lap. Holding her small frame like this always helped his mood since it accentuated how little she was compared to him. “Stupid actually.”

“Lieutenant Riley it is too!!” The Brit blinked rapidly as her voice jumped about three octaves. “It’s important to me!”

“Ghoooost?” Her grouchy Brit rolled his eyes. Sereza knew she was getting somewhere. Sometimes getting through those walls of his was quite a chore. And a few times they made her consider asking for a pay raise.

“Why would it be?” Simon could feel himself starting to crack under her gentle pressure.

“Why would it be important to me?” Sereza drank in those guarded midnight eyes she could easily get lost in. Taking his jawline in her hand, letting the bit of stubble prickle her skin, “Because you’re important to me, you silly man. Please tell me? I promise, whatever it is won’t change the way I think of you. And I won’t think it’s not manly or whatever.” She kissed his cheek. “If you really don’t want to that badly, I understand and I’ll leave you alone about it. But I want you to know that it’s safe to tell me what’s on your mind Si.”

Ghost bundled her close to his chest, muscled arms engulfing her snuggly, resting his chin on top of her head. Sereza waited silently for him to gather and sort through his thoughts as he came to a decision, running her hand comfortingly across the planes of his broad chest.

“Sometimes I think she sent you," he admitted quietly.

“You do?” Sereza shot upright to look Simon in the face.

“Yeah... I said it was stupid.” Ghost kept his eyes lowered, feeling far too self-conscious to do otherwise. Never one to be deterred though, his little one grabbed his face and held his lips in the deepest kiss she had given him yet. The feeling of it forcing his eye contact and sending his pulse racing.

“I don’t think it’s stupid at all. I think it’s a very sweet thought.”

He raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Really?” 

“Really. It’s like she’s still watching over her baby boy.”

Simon hugged her small frame tightly and seriously wondered if anyone could be more sweet, more caring than his little one. He rained a few kisses along her temple before burying his face into the crook of her neck.

“Your thoughts and feelings aren’t stupid my love. Truthfully, I love hearing about what’s going on in that adorable, if sometimes grumpy, British head of yours.”

He smirked. “Well you’re the first, Love.”

Hazel eyes went wide. “Di-did you just call me Love?”

“Ugh shit" Simon grimaced at his slip, "I did, and, uh...if I'm being honest… I’ve called you that in my head since the beginning. I won’t use it anymore if it bothers you.”

“What?! No, I love it!”

Ghost’s body visibly relaxed. “Well, um – alright then.”

“I love it. Aaannnnd,” Sereza threw her arms around his neck and adjusted herself in her spot, “I love you even more. I’m happy to spend the rest of my life telling you until you’re sick of hearing it.”

He chuckled lightly as she peppered quick little kisses along his jawline. “You’re too much."

“I don’t think you really believe that. But you’re quite adorable yourself… mi amor.” Sereza smiled cheekily and booped the tip of his nose. Simon’s face and ears had flushed a light shade of crimson at hearing her call him ‘my love’ in her native language. Sereza stifled a giggle. Bashful Ghost was simply the cutest thing.

“Quit that.” His gravelly voice couldn’t hide his embarrassment. Not from her at least. His weight shifted around on the bed, creaking the frame and making the springs squeak. Eyes shifting all around the room.

“Am I being too much again?”

“Yes. Entirely too much.” It still felt a little odd to him to be told that he was loved. Plus there was only so much embarrassment he could take in one night and being called adorable was right up there. Resolved to put a stop to her fun, Ghost held her in a bear hug as he flopped over sideways into the bed, snuggling a giggling Sereza into the sheets with him. “Never stop though.” A couple of kisses to the forehead and one more to her crown, just for good measure. As he expected, his little one quieted and wriggled deeper into the sheets as she relaxed into his warmth. Ghost reached up to click off the bedside lamp.

“I love you Simon.”

“And I love you.” He may still be adjusting to the feeling, but he positively adored hearing her say it. Because of her Simon knew how it felt to be happy, at peace, safe, and loved. He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead when bittersweet memories from his past began to sting his eyes.

Thanks Mum.

[amaranthinespirit]

husband!simon riley follows you around like a lost dog 24/7.

whether it be in the comfort of your own home, or out in public, the man is basically your shadow. like a moth to a flame, he is the moth and you're his flame.

it doesn't matter where you saunter off to, chances are, he's stomping right after you. Around your house, he's following you to every room.

need the bathroom? keep the door open, he'll lean against it with his arms crossed over his chest, either watching you silently or tapping away on his phone.

cooking in the kitchen? he's hovering over your shoulder. you can't count the amount of times on one hand you bumped into his broad, brutish chest, stepped on his foot, or, definitely not on purpose, whacked his groin with a small pan. still, he never learns.

watching TV in the living room? you best bet he's going to sit his big ass right next to you. even if you're on the single person armchair, he'll squish you into the armrest if it meant being next to you.

showering? not without him because he'll join you, and find a way to release pent-up need at the same time, that is if you aren't already stressed that day, then he'll just wash your hair and run a relaxing bath for you to soak in peace afterwards.

In public, people give him weird side glances, numerous occasions where you've had concerned folks tap you on your shoulder and give a small point over your shoulder, to which you reply sweetly with the biggest smile on your face, "oh, that's just my husband!"

he keeps a thick finger hooked into the waistband of your pants, or shorts, or looped in one of your belt loops to keep you near him. since you're much smaller than him, it can be easy for you to get lost in big crowds, and this just assures simon that you're never out of reach.

it's a funny thing to watch for the guys to watch, observing their lieutenant follow you around aimlessly like a big puppy, eyes soft as he gazes down at you, sharpening when another person approaches or observing.

you think it comes from never being able to control his surroundings, his obsessive need to keep you safe, more so now that you have a wedding ring on your finger, forever tying you to him. not physically, but he wouldn't hesitate to if it meant keeping you safe.

[beloveds-embrace]

Telling Ghost/König you are too heavy for him to pick up or sit on his face, and he doesn’t say anything at first so you think he just accepted it even if your heart kinda twinged a little in pain because you know you are just not skinny enough-

Only for him to send you a video the next day: in the gym, looking mighty hot in a compression shirt and sweatpants just a touch low on his hips, and lifting a bar with ease. On a closer look? The weighs attached to the bar weigh far more than you do. And he so easily maneuvers and controls and manhandles it…

Between the heat curling in your stomach, face pink and thighs clenched shut, you almost miss the incoming text.

Never too heavy for me, doll.

[oceantornadoo]

simon riley AND reader who are absolutely terrible at dating.

he ghosts you after the first date. you thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime connection with unmatched banter and crackling physical tension. guess not. you lose a couple of nights of sleep over it and chalk it up to men ain’t shit and move on.

simon who can’t stop thinking about your date as he gets shipped out the next day. runs through an op quicker than ever, barking at soap more than usual, toeing the line of unprofessional. every day that passes is a day he can’t touch his personal phone, leaving your text thread abandoned.

you get a text a month later. “you around?” have to check the thread to remember who it was, finding yourself absolutely shocked, struggling to remember the hulking mass of a man who made you giggle so much over that one dinner.

simon shows up to your picnic date with apology flowers and a new leather jacket. explains why he was gone without prompting, a gruff monologue as you find yourself getting distracted by the new scratch on his eyebrow and the scruff on his face. unconsciously, your fingers brush it barely, wanting to make sure it was real.

simon stops mid-sentence, gripping your wrist in an iron hold. the shock of what you did hits you, profuse apologies spilling from your lips as you try to explain and tug your wrist back. he won’t let you though, keeping it in place, your soft skin against his worn calluses.

“‘s okay, love. jus’ ask next time. still jumpy from work.” you finally snatch your hand back, embarrassment warming your body as you nod your head in acknowledgment. he thinks about letting the awkwardness settle and take roots, adding a string of failed dates to his black book.

instead you make the choice for him, attention catching on a nearby curious toddler. you give the little bugger a wave with your biggest smile, sticking out your tongue to make the kid laugh. simon decides then and there that he’s going to keep you.

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (consent somno)

Sleeping with Simon means you might wake up from the tingling yet comfortable feeling coming from your breast, still disoriented from the slumber, letting out a sleepy whimper as the pleasure keeps coursing through your spine like tiny lightnings.

“Morning.” Simon doesn’t even detach his lips from your nipples as he greets you, lapping lazily and rolling the little peaks with his hot tongue.

“Simon…” Your fingers card through his locks to encourage him, he’s always extra horny in the early morning, but the eagerness in his movements is more evident now than the other days, practically burying his face in your breasts. “What got you so worked up today?” you ask him between the moans caused by his antics, his intentional sucking on one of your sensitive buds makes you unable to hold back a whiny cry of bliss.

“Wake up and see you sleeping in my arms, safe and sound…” Simon huffs out a laugh when he gives your nipples a nip, eliciting a yelp on you “You wearing my shirt, leaning against my chest, just the right angle for me to peek in the collar and see those cute nipples of yours…”

“It’s not my fault, you told me to wear one of your shirts last night.” Your pouty facade can’t be kept on for long, not when he finishes taking good care of your now fully hardened nipples, peppering kisses on his way downwards, as if memorizing your body and claiming his territory again with those pink love bites.

“And you’re the one who chose the thinnest and loosest shirt, ain’t you?” Taking your clothed clit between his lips, he smirks as he dart out his tongue, pressing down forcefully at your core and toying it skillfully, so you’ll throw your head back on the pillow and grind your needy pussy against his lips, begging for more with those sugar-coated pleas. “Fuck, all greedy and soaked just from me worshipping your tits, sweetheart? Who’s the eager one now, eh?”

“Just…Just pull down the panties already, god…” Not enough, your mind screams for more, yearns for his lips directly touching your wet folds.

“Bossy.” He chastises you, like you’re an impatient girl craving for candies, but he won’t deny you—or deny himself, from tasting what he’s been wanting since he woke up this morning.

Pulling down your panties and let it pull around your ankles, not even sparing time to take it off properly, he dives back between your thighs, wet tongue gliding through your core, drinking down those nectar as you reach out and push his face down further, the crook of his nose nudging your clit so good that you roll your hips to meet his consistent onslaught.

“Bloody hell, princess…smells so fucking good.” He groans, a low and half-growling one which only worsen your insatiable desires. Even when he lifts his head slightly to speak, his hands immediately move in, sliding two thick and long fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping and pressing the correct spots to make you scream out his name.

“Trying to wake the neighbors up with those cute moans, huh? ‘m not sure if they’ll feel grateful.” Thumbs spreading your pussy lips, he latches onto the now-exposed clit, bringing you another level of joy by sucking that twitching little thing.

“Simon! Si- oh, gonna…” You try to warn him before you get pushed over the edge abruptly, liquid gushing out and smearing his face, only for him to moan contently and make sure not to miss any drop.

“What a sight…” Straightening up and looking at the pool of mess staining the bedsheets, before his gaze travel to you face, eyes still blurry and cheeks tinted with rosy red, panting and quivering after squirting so hard for him, Simon smacks your pussy teasingly, earning another delectable whimper from you. “Squirting all over the sheets, will have to change it later.”

“Can’t go another round, baby…” You look down at him the moment his lips touch your puffy folds once again, big eyes meeting his dark ones with satisfaction and tiredness, but your protest is cut off by a soft smack on right on your trembling clit, and further words are replaced with moans when he ducks down to resume devouring his favorite meal, pressing a reassuring kiss to your pussy and croon. “Won’t stop until you squirt again for me, you can do it, love, and you will do it.”

[joonieskinks]

simon ghost riley is sometimes a little blunt (warning: smut)

You adore him for who he is, but it still unnerves you with just how blunt he can be at times.

It usually happens privately with just you:

“In about 5 minutes, I’m gonna eat you out.” He says as you are in the middle of The Goblet of Fire on the couch. You almost choked on your popcorn.

Or you’re doing laundry in the morning. “We need pineapple juice next time we’re out, want you to enjoy swallowing next time you’re suckin me off.” Jaw dropped.

He does it in front of the team too- and sometimes it’s even worse:

You accidentally dropped your lip balm onto the bar floor while fishing it out of your purse and bend to pick it up.

“Haven’t seen that angle in a while, dove. It’s been too long since we done doggy.”

It’s a never-ending series of eyebrow raises when Simon decides to open up his mouth and you’re around, needless to say. You brunt all of the embarrassment and the deep blushes, Simon couldn’t give a shit. He didn’t even clock it when John, Johnny and Kyle would all give him shocked looks. Man just owns it. Completely unbothered.

“Youre wearin the skirt you wear when you wanna get fucked. That your goal?”

“Simon!” You hiss, you can feel the red hot heat rush to your face.

But he just stares back at you, waiting for your response. You can hardly believe how composed he is when his Captain is right there glaring at him.

“So?”

“I need another beer.” John excuses himself, he can’t even look you in the eyes right now. Kyle joins him shortly after making a run for it, but you’re left with a quiet Johnny patiently waiting for you to respond. Eager, almost. Joy.

“You can’t just say things like that in public, especially not in front of your friends!” You lecture, pulling down your skirt in the process.

“Why? If you wanted to fuck, you could’ve just said so, love. Give me 2 to down this pint and I’ll meet you in the toilets, yeah?”

“Simon!” You smack his thigh.

“Can I watch?” Johnny asks excitedly.

“No!-“ “Fine.”

Johnny’s face lights up while yours gives Simon a death stare.

“Do you want it or not?” You roll your eyes and throw your purse over your shoulder.

“You two are ridiculous.” And they watch you walk away.

Simon only shrugs, pounding back his beer before coming after you. Doesn’t make a difference to him if he fucks you here and now or at home and later.

“… so is that a no?” Johnny asks with puppy eyes.

[stargirlstabber]

imagine the task force 141 falsely accusing you of being a traitor to the team. knowing your biggest fear, they use it against you. water. water, where your feet can't touch the ground. water you can't see through. at first it started with waterboarding. then slowly but surely they threatened to drop you into the pool. into the dark, deep pool. even john, who was like a father to you before, didn't help you. no. not at all. actually, he was the one who stepped into the water fully clothed, dragging your crying and squirming form with him into the bloodcurling liquid. your tears blended in with it while you we're screaming, practically begging that you were the wrong one. that you'd never do something like that. but they just stood at the edge of the pool, watching their captain almost drowning your terrified self. how would they react, when they get the information that you really weren't the one...?

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Simon Riley who has got it BAD for seeing you wearing his dog tags.

Something utterly primal within him awakens whenever he sees his tags dangle from around your neck, dipping in between the valley of your breasts. You like wearing his tags? He’s fucking done for.

Absolutely fuckin adores when you ask to wear them. Won’t have to ask him twice. Hell, he wont even let you ask. He’ll just throw the chain around your neck the second he’s home from deployment.

No matter how innocent you try to play it, anytime he sees you wearing them his cock hardens in his pants almost painfully.

Will almost beg you to ride him in bed, aching for the sight of you on top of him- aching to see his tags slapping off of your bouncing breasts.

Loves to yank the chain, either pulling you in for a deep searing kiss as he rams himself up into you, or railing you from behind as his tags slowly imprint their mark onto your neck.

Will always stare at you in awe, your breasts covered in his cum with his dog tags falling lazily across your chest. He’s got more mental images of that particular sight in his brain than Simon will ever care to admit.

He hardly ever gets himself off, but when he does, you better believe it’s to the picture of you lying naked in bed with his tags on you. It’s his absolute favorite fucking picture.

Needless to say all rational thoughts go out the window the second his tags slip over your head. Just wear the damn tags for him… okay?

[konigbaby]

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[starboye]

imagine drunk dancing on olderbf!simon in a bar after you told him you wouldn't get to drunk, now rocking your ass on his crotch and begging him to take you to bathroom and fuck you like he's mad at you, but he couldn't possibly treat you like that (while drunk that is because any other day he would do that in a heart beat)

so seeing as you're not going to let up about this whole fucking you dirty in the bathroom he gets a better idea, taking you out the back door to some more private alley and pulling out his cock, stopping you just before you dropped to you knees and placing your hand around his thick shaft

basically giving you permission to jerk him off to satisfy your lusty needs, your hand starting off slowly and speeding up until you had simon panting and whimpering outside the bar, and at this point you've milked a load or two out of him and he's trying to get you to stop

his thick hand wrapped around your wrist trying to stop you but he looks to good moaning and begging so what would be the harm in pulling out one or two more

[alwaysshallow]

Hear me out, similar to Mark and Lexi but its price and his favorite resident and a patient gets violent with her and he goes nuts when he finds out

you're so right?? so right???

price would be bamboozled at first bc he knows she'd try to reason with that patient bc she's all bubbly and most of the time, she's just a ray of sunshine.

but after this, he would be furious, asking if the guy is still here and if she reported it to anyone? that guy shouldn't even be in hospital. not after getting violent w her. and she's just looking into his eyes, softly speaking that security took care of him.

she hugs him. and that's probably the first time he allows it?? lol homeboy would even wrap his arms around her tigher and he'd close his eyes, his hand caressing her back. she'd almost kiss him but she would get flustered lmaooo

and of course he'd find a guy??? sooner or later??? he's a certified psycho so of course he would. giving him a lecture about hitting women

[simonz-angel]

simon who leaves his sweet best friend for the military…

his eyes wander over the small portrait, the one with your pretty face taken upon it. he remembers when you’d handed it to him before he left, a soft, sad smile gracing your face when you’d whispered, “promise you won’t forget about me, simon?”

it was silly of you to ever think your grace of a presence would leave his mind. it was quite the opposite, every day in training he’d run off you like fuel, praying upon the very day he’d get to have your softness in his arms once again.

as for now, he’s alone, cold… desperate.

his head reels back, lips splitting till blood pools in the cracked skin, mouth dropped open as he chokes on his heavy gasps. you were his best friend from back home, the pretty girl next door, yet even in the hell he faced, you still had him wrapped round your finger.

he had locked himself away in an old storage closet, trying his best to keep from waking his fellow sergeants yet as his fingers squeezed and slid their way up his cock, he was finding it increasingly difficult.

you were stuck in his mind, the plush pillows of your cherry tanged lips, your fluttering eyes, the bounce of your full breasts… gah simon could go on n on, and it all somehow had his cock dripping.

he sucked his lip between the pearls of his teeth, chest contracting into tense angry muscles before loosening in heavy breaths. he could barely keep himself up, even with the wall he had heaved himself against, knees weakening by the second, the stroke.

“f-fuck, fuck,” he breathed low, words coated in a sugary sweet whimper, and your face flashed bright behind his lids. pupils soaking in the messy thoughts, all that presented you in nothing but impure.

he was hooked, deeply infatuated with your presence yet forever scared to mention it, knowing you were only, only friends. this is how it had to be forever, home or not, you were only a dream, a whisper of what he so desperately needed.

[zvdvdlvr]

imagine ur bd being out of the picture and your little girl running up to si ☹️🤍

   “Daddy!”

   Simon looked down, eyes wide at the little girl wrapped around his right leg. Johnny eyed him carefully. He was thankful none of the other café patrons paid any mind. “I’m not your daddy, love,” Simon said. He tugged his leg away gently but the strength of a child is hard to match.

     “Annalise, get off that man,” a woman cried. In the blink of an eye, she knelt near Simon’s leg and tugged the child away.

     “Dada!” She shrieked. Annalise’s chubby hands reached out for Simon’s. “Is dada, mama!”

     You shook your head. “I- I’m so sorry, sir. Her dad was in the military. Anna thinks everyone in fatigues is dada… Do you want me to get either of you a coffee to pay you back? I’m truly sorry.”

     Soap discreetly elbowed Simon harshly in the side. “‘M quite alrigh’ lass. Simon, here, would take a coffee if your serious. If you’ll excuse me, I got to go. Bye, little lassie,” the Scot rushed, face lightinf up at the way Annalise giggled as his parting.

     Annalise was still cooing and reaching for Simon. You just shifted her on your hip and rubbed her back. “Simon, yeah?”

     “That’s me, ma’am,” Simon nodded, feeling suddenly extremely exposed without the balaclava he had decided not to wear for one single occasion. “You don’t have to pay me back-“

     “Nonsense. I would feel like a bad person if I just let my kid latch herself onto your left and call you dad and then just swoop her up and leave,” you said, reaching for your wallet before walking over to the ordering counter. “What can I get you?”

     Simon ordered a small of his usual, watching you pull the money from your wallet without glancing at how much it costed. He observed you in that split second- a beautiful baby girl on your hip who thought any man in camo was her dad. So he had been in the service… Simon watched you smile kindly at the teen behind the counter who fumbled for your change. You murmured a quiet, “It’s quite alright, take your time.” A well-mannered, well put-together individual who was also very attractive. Simon knew what Johnny was doing when he left and Simon would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought you were a catch.

     “I seriously appreciate the coffee, ma’am, but it was unnecessary,” Simon said as you tucked your change back and waited for the drink. “As long as the kid’s alrigh’, I don’t need anything in return.”

     You smiled. You smiled at Simon and he swore his cold heart jumped in his chest. Clearly your bright smile disarmed Annalise as much as Simon because she let out a bubbly laugh and put her hands on your cheek. “What if I said I wanted to?” You asked coyly.

     Simon watched Annalise play with a baby hair near your face. “Then I’d say it’d be a cruel thing to tell a gorgeous woman no.”

[beloveds-embrace]

Imagine 141 moving into a quaint little town post retirement and you’re the only baker in town. You love making sweets, breads, and desserts and own a cute bakery to show for it, know everyone in your town so these four new men who come early morning to try your breakfast deal immediately excite you because- new perspectives and tastes and opinions! It’s become a habit of yours to share bites of whatever new item you plan on adding to the menu, so the more diverse opinions the merrier in your opinion.

And you are glad you didn’t let their demeanor- big gruff men, especially the one with the black surgical mask- scare you away because they are sooo nice, calling you sweetheart, doll, birdie, and bonnie. So many nicknames, it has you blushing the sweetest pink shade. And they are all too happy to help taste-test for you, giving you lots of praise.

(Though you never quite notice their immense disappointment at seeing the little ring on your finger.)

Still, at the very least one of them comes over to your bakery once a day. Sometimes they come together, sometimes only two of them- but they come anyways and tip you every time despite you insisting otherwise. It’s a lovely friendship you build with them. But they do note you never mention your partner much.

Until Simon drops by one day, intent on buying one of your apple pies and maybe fluster you enough to turn the same shade as an apple, and he sees the bruises that peek out just so from your sleeves and the collar of your outfit. Puffy eyes, more makeup than usual, your smile not quite there…

And he understands. He knows this all-too-well. And the fact that it’s happening to an embodiment of sunshine like you? Unfair. Unbelievable. Unacceptable.

Simon gently takes your hands, squeezing them so lightly. “Everything’ll be well, luvie. Promise.” And that’s all he says.

And maybe it’s cruel of you to be happy when you receive a call a few days later, the sherrif of the town telling you your husband was found mauled to death by one of the bears that roam around the woods occasionally, but you just… don’t care.

A week later, when it seems appropriate enough, you open up the bakery again and your smile is blinding as you greet the 141 men and tell them for today, everything’s for free.

part 2

Other works + help me choose a title for this 😩

[oceantornadoo]

simon riley with a very american girlfriend who gets very flustered at every british endearment he throws her way.

“yeah, love?” youre a puddle in his lap, even when you’re just telling him about your day. you tuck your chin and bite your lip to hide the embarrassment but he’s always too cognizant of you, tilting your chin up so he can see the look on your face. “like tha’?”

“here ya go, sweetheart.” all he’s really doing is feeding you a bit of pasta but you moan anyways, the sound going straight to his cock. your tongue peaks out to lick the sauce on your bottom lip, giving him doe eyes. “i like when you call me that.”

“alright, cheeky” he likes calling out your attitude, especially when you’re on your period. knows calling you cheeky will get you to stop talking back as your cheeks warm with a combination of embarrassment and arousal. you’re tucking your face in his neck to hide your feelings as he chuckles, pulling you in further, never letting you go.

shoutout to @peachetteprice who’s been teaching me british (LOL)😌