#rurufic

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simon has a habit of feeling your pulse whenever you’re beside him. his thumb is always gently caressing your wrist, feeling the soft pulse underneath. he even brings your hand up to his face, pressing chaste kisses on your wrist while you giggle at the ticklish feel.

it’s comforting to him, a reminder that you’re safe and alive. sometimes he even just lays his head down on your chest and listen to your heartbeat, memorising the gentle thumps, ingraining them into his brain so he can forever keep your heartbeat within his heart — make you his heartbeat and his breath.

“s’my favourite sound, y’know.” he groggily said one afternoon, both of you lazing around on the bed, his head gently resting on your chest while your fingers soothingly scratched his scalp.

“what sound?” you asked quietly.

“your heartbeat, love.” his brown eyes met yours, filled with undying love. “calms me down.”

and it was true. it was a melody unlike anything else to him.

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WHYS IT SO GOOD MY POOKIE

Deathbody fan art

kinda old atp but I love it smmm

I regret not coloring my line art tho 😭

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i got this idea out of nowhere and now i can't stop giggling HELP.

what if simon somehow always knew when you were going to have your period? it was as if this man had your whole cycle memorised, oddly enough.

even your period tracker wasn’t that good at predicting your next period.

you were just sitting on the couch beside him, scrolling on your phone when he just randomly spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence that was lingering.

“you’re gonna have your period tomorrow, love.”

you turned over at him, confused and surprised, a soft giggle leaving your lips at his odd bluntness. “i don’t think so, si. it’s early. probably gonna have it after three days.”

“whatever you say.” he grumbled gruffly, seemingly very sure of his words.

it was the next morning while you were making some coffee for yourself and simon when you started feeling the familiar queasy feeling in your stomach, and that horrible sensation in between your legs that made you rush into your bathroom.

you came out after about ten minutes with a new pair of shorts, all embarrassed as you sheepishly walked over to simon. just how did he even know you were going to have your period early? were you cranky? too obvious?

“i got my period…”

“told you so.”

cocky bastard. maybe you should just delete your period tracking app and count on him instead.

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thinking about laying beside simon on the bed, your head resting on his shoulder while his hands held a book that you had gifted him, his eyes fixed on the text.

your fingers absentmindedly traced over the scars on his chest, letting your soft fingertips draw over the rough sunken skin of the healed gashes — a painful story written in each of them. and you wanted to read it all, read every scar and cut, kiss all of it, absorb it so you could share it with him — a connection only you’d ever have with him.

your fingers slowly found their way to his stomach, hand caressing the muscles that had softened up ever since he had come home from deployment, your eyes noticing the stretch marks starting on the sides of his tummy that you adored so much. pale lines adorning his skin, urging you to probe them too, your hand touching him so gently — an angel soothing a wounded soldier.

simon is gorgeous, too gorgeous. he never seemingly saw it the way you did. “you’re so pretty…” you lazily whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his shoulder.

you were the warmth his cold heart sought, the fire that melted him, the sun that gave his moon the light he never thought he’d see. he needed you in the way a man needed a god, in a way a plant yearned for water. and you were happy to give it all to him, everything for your sweet simon.

“you tryin’ to tickle me, love?” his gruff voice broke you out of your trance, your eyes finding his which were no longer looking at the book, an intrigued grin playing on his lips that made you giggle heartedly and give his stomach some pats.

“maybe.”

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forever in love with the idea of simon not revealing his face to you because it makes him scared. not because he thinks he is ugly — heck, he is quite confident in his looks. but because showing his face to you would mean being vulnerable, a commitment that makes him shiver internally.

taking his mask off in front of los vaqueros wasn’t a big deal, he was committed to this fight from the beginning. if price trusted these guys, then so did he.

but you. you were different. you were no soldier, just a civilian who had managed to somehow break all the walls he had built over the years. taking his mask off in front of you meant a commitment he had never taken with anyone else. he’d be raw, purely naked in front of you — all the scars and trauma on display. showing you the real simon.

love. that’s what scared him. a feeling he doesn’t believe he had actually ever felt before meeting you. so one night, in a brief moment of bravery, he finally lifted his balaclava up fully and showed you his face.

“you sure you want this damaged dog?” he chuckled bitterly, his voice dying down once he felt the warmth of your hands cupping his face, thumbs tracing the scars that adorned his face. beautifully flawed.

“everytime.” you replied.

simon was quick to kiss you after that, lips pressing against yours as he kissed you with intensifying love, as if wanting to swallow you whole.

commitment — he’ll do it for you.

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you love it when simon gets all soft when he stays home for too long, a layer of fat covering up his otherwise hardened muscles, all because you give him proper meals with lots of nutrition everyday!

simon doesn’t mind your adoration at all. in fact, he loves it — loves the way you just lay your head on his soft tummy and feel it rise and fall with every breath he takes, your cheek squishing against his skin. he also loves it when you are nibbling on his bulky arms, sometimes even gnawing on his pecs. he teases you for latching onto his chest like that, just staring at him with those pretty eyes while he scratches you scalp. what are you, a cat? your impulsive thoughts always win when you see him, and he doesn’t mind them at all.

“need to start goin’ to gym, love. gettin’ to soft here.” he grumbled under his breath, though you quickly hushed him with a kiss, pulling away with a pout. he got the message right away.

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simon riley never cried.

not when he was captured by roba, not when he dug himself out of the grave — just never.

years of trauma had made him into this damaged... thing. simon thought of himself as a broken, deranged man — incapable of crying. emotionless, too emotionless. an irredeemable man who was bound to be chained by his past forever. no wonder people freaked out when near him.

so when you walked down the aisle in that pretty wedding outfit of yours, a bashful smile adorning your lips, all simon could think about was how you were able to love him despite the flaws that flooded his being, despite everything that was wrong with him.

you had taken the hand of this broken soldier and gave him the warmth that could only be found in heaven.

and simon cried for the first time in many years, heart racing wildly in his chest at the realisation that he was marrying you — his other half, the one who completed him.

tears were slowly falling from those usually dead eyes of his, and he could practically see your eyes softening up even more, your own tears beginning to run down your cheeks.

simon never cried, but you bought out the vulnerable child in him who had bottled up his emotions for too long, finally letting him cry and giving him the comfort he craved so badly.

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simon loves it when you aren't wearing any panties under your loose pajama shorts.

cw — mild degradation, p in v.

it was done very much intentionally at first. you just wanted to see if he’d even notice you not wearing anything under your shorts. just a little fun idea, right?

unbeknownst to you, simon had already noticed it the very minute you walked into the bedroom. he just pretended to be oblivious, enjoying your subtle yet desperate attempts to rile him up a little too much — the way you tried to spread your legs a little too much.

you were seated cross-legged in front of him on the bed, playing on your phone while his hand was lazily caressing your head, eyes fixated on the way your loose shorts were pushed a bit aside, the gap between the cloth and your thighs clearly showing a glimpse of your cunt, the subtle glisten from the light making his lips twitch up slightly. you were fucking wet.

“pretty cunt’s staring at me, love.” he said in the most nonchalant way possible, causing your attention to snap away from your phone and fall onto him, his words causing you to squeak in embarrassment. the sudden wave of shyness made you nibble on your bottom lip in confusion, since it was you who had come up with this idea in the first place.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about…” you mumbled under your breath, pretending to be dumb. maybe a bit too dumb.

“not wearin’ any panties today, eh? dirty fucking girl.” he scoffed playfully and leaned forward, his large rough hands gripping onto the soft plush of your thighs a bit tight, causing you to let out a quiet whimper.

“wanted to get your attention…”

“you always have my attention.” he mumbled more gently this time, his gruff voice causing your stomach to be flooded with butterflies while his lips pressed soft pecks on your cheek, earning bubbly giggles from you.

his callused fingers pushed your loose shorts to the side with ease, not bothering to take them off while having enough room to look at your cunt, raising his brows at the slick that was coating you.

“what got you so riled up?”

“you…” your hips twitched instinctively once you felt his fingertips grazing up and down your cunt, gathering up all the wetness before messily smearing it on your puffy folds and clit.

you could feel it getting sticky in between your legs, cheeks and ears all heated up while your chest gently rose and fell.

“you’re such a dirty little thing. s’only fair for me to make you messier, right?” he asked, earning an embarrassingly quick nod from you.

simon was quick to push you on your back, his hands gripping your legs and pushing them apart, your body shuddering once you felt the cool air caressing your sweet pussy, one hand of his reaching to tug down his sweatpants alongside his briefs, his girthy cock springing free from the clothes, already hardening up.

“look at what you do to me. flauntin’ your pussy ‘round like that. just a needy little thing.” he huffed, his breathy voice doing nothing to hide the desperation laced in his actions.

“si… i—” your words were cut short by the swollen tip of his cock rubbing against the clit gently, as if giving it pretty kisses, the soft fabric of your pushed aside shorts gently rubbing against his length, eliciting a soft moan from your lips while your hips bucked forward, seeking more friction.

“hush. gonna give you what you were looking for so badly.” a sweet grin twitched on his lips, his cock slowly pushing into your tight cunt, your walls instantly clinging onto his length and sucking him in, causing a grunt to leave his lips.

“fuck— patience, love.” his hands gently eased your legs up his shoulders, pulling you into him before he delivered a light, gentle slap on your twitchy hard clit, earning a whine from you.

“si!” your eyes started getting glossy with pleasure, feeling his cock tenderly rubbing against your spongy spots inside while he thrusted in and out of your cunt at a gentle pace, your legs trembling on his shoulders, trying not to get a cramp, your fingers clinging onto the fabric of his shirt tight.

“so pretty f’me…” he groaned in between his thrusts, his hands moving to lovingly caressing your thighs, kneading the plush, your mind fuzzy with pleasure while those familiar tight knots began forming in your stomach, indicating your impending orgasm.

the night resulted in your cunt messily dripping with his thick cum, your poor shorts being completely ruined, alongside the sheets. he better clean it all up.

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NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/cornoeputassa/123594506236/adoro-espiar

Would you wire a little of depraved soap offered to stay the night at the Riley’s home, he’s snooping and hears the sweet sound of Simon’s wife’s moans and peeks through the keyhole 🫢

tumblr porn link. OH BOY. pure filth incoming.

cw — non-consensual voyeurism (as in reader is not aware of soap peeking through the keyhole, he's doing it without their permission), p in v, male masturbation, soap's horny as fuck.

soap peeks through the keyhole to watch ghost fuck you.

soap from five minutes ago would have been ashamed for doing such an act, but not this one. greedily kneeling outside of the bedroom door with his eyes desperately trying to look through the tiny keyhole, he was far too gone to stop himself now.

ghost had gladly let soap stay in his house for the night, not wanting him to sleep in his freezing flat which was currently going through some power outage. oh boy, he’d never let that happen. soap was closest to ghost, second to you, of course. he was ghost’s best friend, the man who’d seen the worst with him.

soap felt somewhat horrible deep within for taking advantage of a situation like this, for hearing your sweet squeals and moans echo through the room while ghost’s cock slammed into you firmly, as if on a personal mission to make you even louder than you already are.

like some nasty mutt awaiting its owner, he sat outside the door of the bedroom you and ghost were in, his hand clumsily rubbing his aching boner through the fabric of his jeans, his other hand clasped against his mouth to hold in his heavy breathing, drool sliding down his chin.

“oh fuck, look at you. takin’ me so well, love. my perfect wife.” ghost gruffly chuckled, large calloused hands spreading your legs a bit more, easing them around his waist before pulling you down onto his cock once more.

unable to produce comprehensible words, all you could do was moan deliriously, momentarily forgetting that you had a guest at home.

soap internally cursed the keyhole for being so damn tiny, barely able to make out how both you and ghost were looking right now. shamefully needy for both his lieutenant and his wife, he continued to rub himself through his jeans, his cock greedily twitching within the confinements of his clothes. a good pair of boxers all wasted. oh how he wished he could see you both right now, or even be with you and ghost. images of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock while ghost rammed into you filled his head, bringing him closer to the edge.

“si, i’m so close-!” your choked moan almost caused soap to moan as well, biting hardly onto his hand while his other proceeded to rub himself faster, breathing growing shallower, trying to memorise the wet noises of your squelching cunt taking in his cock alongside the noises of the bed creaking a bit. he wondered if the bed had ever been broken before.

soap came right alongside you, shooting thick ropes inside his boxers, cringing a bit at the sensation of his clothes getting dirty. he breathed shakily and tried not to lose his balance, eyes feasting upon the barely visible sight of you coming apart on ghost’s cock, the lieutenant’s heavy breathing and your whimpers making his head almost blank out.

ghost’s head tilted to the side slightly, eyes falling onto the closed door, a knowing smirk slowly adorning his lips while you panted obliviously beneath him.

soap could make out ghost’s head turning over to the door, and he knew that he was fucked.

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simon is mostly unsure of what to do whenever he comes home from a deployment. too tense to be touched, too quiet for a conversation — he simply likes to linger by your side like the ghost he is, silently taking in your actions to forget the grotesque imagery etched into his brain.

it’s weird, really, he despises it. despises how he just shuts up and doesn’t bother to say a word except some irritated greeting, desperately ignoring the ache in his heart, knowing that his lack of communication does hurt you, whether you show it or not.

everything is mostly a blur for him after missions, fake, just a reality that seemed too good to be true. a nice home and a loving partner? who was he kidding?

it was hard to ground him, as if he was still in the war, hands trembling and itching to do something, anything.

though soon enough, after a day or two if you were lucky, simon would calm down and let your arms wrap around him once again, cherishing in the warmth he had been longing for so long, yet had been top terrified to touch. terrified that he might hurt you. no words were exchanged, just him burying his face into your chest and letting your fingers scratch his scalp.

he was finally home.

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any thots on chubby könig? i saw your post about simon gaining weight during leave, and now you have my könig infected brain thinking about könig :(

he'd be ashamed and almost slightly insecure about gaining weight, he goes too hard on himself because he grew up larger than everyone else...

but when you run your pussy against his chubby stomach, moaning out blissfully with tears in your eyes, he seemingly doesn't have an issue with his weight gain anymore ;3

or his thighs :( grinding against him while groping the soft flesh in his burly, meaty arms :(

feel free to delete or ignore, my dove !!! hope you're doing well ☀️🫂🌷

ORLA HI!! this is my first time writing for könig... trembling rn. (his debut into the ruruverse)

chubby könig can’t help but remember all the bullying he had endured when he was in school for his height and other stuff. he’d look at the soft layer of fat adorning his otherwise built torso with so much disdain, determined to lose the fat by working out even more before the next deployment. plus he wanted to look good for you!

you on the other hand simply adored how soft he had gotten. you loved resting your cheek on his meaty bicep, or on his warm squishy pecs (you’d squish them sometimes, he’d get all cocky after that).

though what truly boosted his ego back was when you were straddling him, wet cunt clumsily rubbing against his soft tummy while your hands were laid on his chest for balance, sweet little moans leaving your lips. your clit would nicely be rubbing against his skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

and he was simply enamored by the sight of you pleasuring yourself with his tummy.

“f-feels so good, könig…”

“ja? i can see that.” he huffed, his warm rough hands gently holding into your waist, groaning a bit as your fingers squished and dug into his soft pecs, your body trembling.

he’d make you lick your cum off his tummy after that, all while grinning victoriously like an idiot.

you really did wonders on his ego.

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can you do a smut to fluff comfort where simon is overstimulating them and being super degrading and they safeword? Then Simon takes care of them and is basically just super sweet.

this has been sitting in my inbox for so long :( so sorry anon i hope you like it!!

cw — smut at first, degradation, use of safeword, gentle aftercare and lots of comfort.

simon had been frustrated that day, very frustrated after coming back from work. and you felt like trying something new for him.

“fucking slag… look at you takin’ this cock so well.” he spat bitterly, his girthy cock mercilessly ploughing into your tight cunt, his hands gripping your hips in a hard and bruising manner. “too dumb to even speak now, eh? only good for takin’ some cock.”

he had asked you so sweetly at first, if he could take his frustrations out on you, and you had agreed because you wanted to please your boyfriend so badly. plus some crappy porno made you think that rough sex can be amazing. silly reason, yeah.

but right now, all those insults spewing out of his mouth seemed genuine and scary, messing up with your head while your body was all sensitive from already orgasming a few times before. it was overwhelming, too overwhelming — and you knew that if you don’t speak up now, you’ll break down horribly anytime soon.

but god, you felt so guilty. you were supposed to be relaxing him, not turning it onto yourself.

“r-red…!” you managed to choke out, tears sliding down your cheeks as your fingers digged into his shoulder blades, causing simon to halt almost immediately.

“what?” his voice was gruff, eyes still a bit glossy from fucking you, though his grip had loosened significantly and worry was soon blooming onto his face.

“red…” you repeated weekly, lips wobbling as you quickly looked away, not wanting him to look at you crying over something like this.

simon gently eased himself out of you and rolled by your side, his calloused hands cradling your face. “oh, love… did i hurt you? was it too much?” he may have been sounding concerned and still reserved though he was internally panicking inside, wanting to rip and beat some sense into himself.

“yes,” you sniffled and nodded, your hands trembling as you leaned into his embrace, soft pants leaving your lips. “too rough..”

“fuck, m’sorry. so sorry, love. got carried away for a second, i-” he paused, his heart aching terribly with guilt and concern as he saw your face all soaked with tears. it soon dawned on him how mean he was being, even if you had agreed to it. he should’ve known that you were probably not used to this, maybe not even into it.

he slowly got up from the bed and helped you off the bed, his burly arms supporting you. he took you over to the bathroom and soon ran a warm bath for you, helping you sit in the bathtub, your little winces making his heart sink.

“i didn’t mean any of those words, y’know…” he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, his fingers gently caressing your head.

“i know…” you sniffled and smiled up at him sheepishly. “maybe i’m too soft for all that.”

simon sighed softly and sat by the edge of the bathtub, not caring about himself at all right now. all of his focus was solely on you, helping you clean yourself and dry up once you were done, dressing you in some comfortable pajamas.

once he came back after cleaning himself up, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over at you, his once stern brown eyes now soft with love and pain. “i’m so sorry, i mean it…”

“don’t apologise, si…” you gently wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands supporting your hips as he carefully propped you on top of him once he laid down, caressing your lower back.

“i love you… never wanna hurt you, y’know. m’so proud of you for speakin’ the safeword. so proud of you.” he smothered your head with chaste kisses, his breath caressing your skin.

“i love you too…” you mumbled softly, exhaustion soon taking over you. you let his heartbeat lull you into sleep alongside his soft murmurs, feeling safe once again.

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simon would definitely guide you while you are touching yourself. (f!reader)

simon knew how you somewhat sucked at touching yourself, just not the best at figuring out how to relieve that ache between your legs with your fingers. toys seemed complicated too. plus you had simon, right?

but he wanted to see you touch yourself, callused hands pressing soft repeated kisses on your pouty lips after your initial protests.

“i’ll look too dumb, si…”

“no, love. you’re goin’ to look like the prettiest thing ever.”

your right hand was in between your parted legs, your panties already tossed aside. you swallowed nervously, looking at the way simon was seated in front of you on the bed his brown eyes observing you.

“si…” an unintentional whine left your lips, your hand stopping right in front of your puffy folds, feeling as if you had forgotten everything. what were you supposed to do again?

he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, his lips twitching up a bit as he leaned forward, his warm breath brushing against your neck soothingly. “want me to guide you, love?” he asked, voice all gruff that made your heart melt, earning a desperate nod from you.

“m’kay. first gently touch that pretty clit. nice and slow.” he shifted on the bed and got behind you, pressing his back against the headboard while your back was nicely snuggled into his firm chest, his strong arms wrapping around your neck loosely — his body all big and burly behind you, embracing you and making you feel small in front of him.

your fingers gently begin to gather some slick from your cunt before beginning to lightly touch your clit, feeling it pulsate beneath your fingertips, rubbing it ever so gently. a shudder left you as you leaned backwards into him, spreading your legs a bit wider, your breath hitching.

“doin’ so good f’me. you’re always such a good girl f’me, aren’t you?” he pressed soft kisses on the top of your head, and you could only nod in response, pretty noises leaving your lips.

you gradually begin rubbing your puffy clit with a bit more pressure, your toes curling at the sensitivity, simon’s praises making you feel so lightheaded.

he always knew how to make you more confident in your actions.

“let’s try addin’ in a finger, yeah?” his words slowly coaxed your middle finger to shyly prob your tight entrance, feeling how soaked you already were, pushing your finger in as you clumsily tried to thrust it in and out, mimicing what simon does to you.

it wasn’t helping at all, your one hand was focused on your puffy clit while your other on fucking you with your fingers — the dual tasks making you all the more slower and clumsier, brain feeling too blank.

“c-can’t, si—! m’too tight…” you sniffled, feeling pathetic. you pulled your finger out and just focused on your poor throbbing clit, rubbing it gently.

it was so hard for simon to hold in that grin of his, resting his head on your shoulder while his eyes watched your fingers sloppily rub your cunt.

“s’okay… so proud of you, baby. rub a bit faster, okay?” he kissed the back of your ear, causing your brows to ease up, fingers following his guidance while his hands gently started massaging your tits through the fabric of your shirt.

soon enough, your orgasm did wash over you, your body convulsing in pleasure, shaky moans leaving your lips before you collapsed onto him fully, panting softly.

“mmh, si…” you dreamily sighed, your fingers coated with your slick. simon slowly bought your trembling hand up and let his tongue clean them up, tasting your sweetness. “so fuckin’ tasty.” he snickered, causing you to whine tiredly.

“didn’t feel as good as you…” you pouted.

he really had spoiled you rotten.