#simon ‘ghost’ riley x male reader

[hvman-scvm]

Thinkin abttttt,,,,, stalker ! Reader n ghost who, deprived of proper love frm his male parental figure, just eats it up. He can’t deny the chill he gets when he sees pictures of himself doing various, average things scattered on his bed. He shld report you, he knows tht, but he can’t bring himself 2 when he gets so much sweet attention frm you. The letters, phone calls, pictures, all of it, is so precious 2 him. He almost wishes you cld reveal yourself 2 him, but the mystery surrounding your identity is part of the appeal. Although it makes him more paranoid than he already is, looking around frm the corner of his eyes 2 spot any1 who looks suspicious, he loves it. He needs more of it; your threatening phone calls and letters, the pictures you leave of him in his barracks, all make him feel desired, loved.

[guardkeywolf]

Part 3 of dirty thoughts with gamersans!

Who has a breading kink?

Like lives to be filled with cum and whimpers when they see cum slowly drip out of their hole?

Ooooooh

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It's between Ghost or Gaz...

I definitely had to go with both of them here tbh tho...

THEY LIVE FOR IT

Ghost:

Bro is a WHIMPERING MESS after you finish

He said he didn't want to be able to walk after it so you definitely did what needed to be done

Like this man LOVES feeling it drip out of him

But he also wants to keep it in to sometimes depending on if you are kinky like that

I mean...Ghost already made for breeding literally

If he walks around with that DUMPTRUCK and expects you not to jump him something is wrong lol

But yeah, he ENJOYS when you RUIN him

Babygirl loves when you make that hole yours

Gaz:

Yes, Sergeant Garrick is a slut for when you rail him

Hell, he loves it so much, HE WILL BE THE ONE WITH THE PLUG and KEEP IT IN FOR THE WHOLE DAY

Even on Missions he will still keep it in

He loves it

He has a thing if yall fuck in front of a mirror and it drives him insane

You will make him watch himself come undone and he will just...yes

Like you will do this to him if he's being snug and sassy at times too

Wherever

Whenever

Loves when you mark him as yours with your cum too

[loudblonde]

Perfectly Content, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Male Reader

Summary:

Simon comes home to find his husband missing, distraught he gets his team to help find him, only to end up getting shot by a poison-laced bullet.

Or Simon's husband is more badass and connected than even Price realises.

word count: 3,4K

warnings: the aftermath of torture, getting shot, almost dying, violence

author note: The ending was a wee bit rushed as my arm was starting to hurt too much,

Ghost knew from the moment he saw (Y/N), that no matter what, that man meant more to him than he could ever comprehend and that scared him more than he could explain.

(Y/N) wasn’t even military, he was a civilian that Ghost had met out and about, an accidental bump into each other… It was like something out of a romance book. (Y/N) had grabbed Simon and forced his heart to beat to his rhythm. Ghost was trapped in the emotions and it scared him.

He knew he had more enemies than he could count and for one of them to get a hold of someone innocent… he was terrified, more terrified than he had ever been living under Mister Riley’s roof.

So, he hid him away from everyone, (Y/N) had no family, no friends, he had been completely new to town and the idea of falling in love quickly hadn’t been something (Y/N) had seemed against. Ghost had bought a plot of land in a forest where an old house stood on it, he had gotten water, electricity and Wi-Fi out there, so his perfect little civilian husband never lacked anything. Sure, he would buy in bulk at the grocery store nearby, but (Y/N) never seemed to dislike it or complain. Everything was perfect. Too perfect.

Simon wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, he kissed the back of his neck, letting the morning rough beard he had yet to shave scratch over his neck. (Y/N) chuckled and leaned back against him. “Si, I am cooking waffles, a little patience, please.” There was no bite to the sentence.

“I know… my love. I know.” Simon said. “But you just looked so delicious from behind.” That comment earned him a light jab in the ribs. He glanced at the fruit cut up for the day, perfect cubes as always, Simon didn’t know who else had such complete mastery of knives. (Y/N) always said his mother had been very strict about knife safety though there was more to it than that… Simon simply didn’t care more than just observing it. He didn’t massively care, he just found it… strange?

“If you keep sweet talking me, then we won’t get to eat the waffles before they are stale.” (Y/N) said with a slight smirk.

Simon hummed. “That would be a disgrace to your cooking, I can’t do that against you.” He spoke.

(Y/N) smiled and leaned his head to the side, he kissed Simon gently. “Why don’t you make the table, then I will handle the waffles?”

Simon kissed him again before detaching. He went through the simple demand- request and happily made the table. He looked at their white tablecloth, it held no stains. Simon wasn’t sure how but he knew it to be magic. There was no other plausible way to explain it other than that.

Soon, scrambled eggs, toast, sausages, beans and waffles were brought to the table, alongside a cup of black tea and black coffee. Simon took a sip of the coffee and smiled. “I miss your coffee whenever I am away.”

(Y/N) sat down and looked at the man he loved more than anything else. He smiled widely. “Well, then you just have a reason to get home to me as soon as possible.” He said and chuckled.

“That I do,” Simon said.

Marriage life, away from missions and the blood, death and tears of his job, was paradise comparable. He loved every moment and hated the goodbyes, for he knew that one day may very well be the last.

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Simon returned home, still halfway stuck as Ghost, his mind was reeling from the latest mission. He needed (Y/N). More so than normally. He hated and dreaded when missions got bad, but (Y/N) always had a way to bring him back from even the hardest and most repressed places. Simon knew he could trust (Y/N), he knew him to be safe.

"(Nickname), I am home,” Simon said as he entered, not finding it unusual that the door was unlocked this time of the day. He got no reply which worried him. Simon entered their living room from the foyer and was met with the sight of blood, broken furniture and bullet casings, his blood went cold as all possible enemies who could have targeted the ones he loved went through his head.

Panic set in as everything started stirring around him. He pulled out his phone and dialled one of the few numbers he had bothered to save. Price. It rang once before he heard Price pick up, before he could even say hello, Ghost spoke, “He is gone. There was a struggle.”

The line went silent for a few seconds. “Look for a body, I will contact Laswell. Make sure to not touch anything, if there is a note it will be visible.” Price said before sighing. “How are you holding up?”

“Just get Laswell.” Ghost said and hung up. He searched his house for hours, going over everything but there was no ransom note or even a claim to who had done it, which was mysterious. Though he had found more guns and knives strapped around the house than he had even brought in. Something was going on.

Price entered the house with Laswell and a few others from a research team. “You live very far out.” Price said as the team began. “If you hadn’t told me I would never have been able to find this place.”

“It’s home.” Ghost said, his mask still placed on. “I wouldn’t give it up for anything or anyone.” He sighed at that. “Yet… someone came looking for me and found someone innocent.”

“We will find him, Simon.” Price said. “Don’t even worry about it.” Price added as he touched his shoulder, he could see as Simon became Ghost, the tenseness of his shoulders ease eerily, his breathing slowed down and true to Ghost fashion, only his eyes revealed the true broken man inside.

“Of course, we will.” Soap said as he entered. He looked to Ghost with a sigh. “I didnae ken what this man means to you, but he must be special. That is all any of us needs.” Soap said and placed his fist against Ghost's shoulder. Ghost ignored the obvious signs of Soap having been home and comfortable enough with his family to let not only the accent slip but also talk more casual Scots around them. He tried to stop himself from a spiral of guilt but ultimately failed as his vision started honing in around him, black spots danced around his eyes- Simon felt Price's hand on his other shoulder.

“Good to have you back with us, son.” Price said as Ghost made eye contact. Both men shared a nod as they all let the forensics work the house. They found some blood that had to be tested and ran through their database, but other than that, there was nothing to indicate who came to go through the house.

As the team headed back to base, Simon had to wonder, would (Y/N) even be alright? Was his husband being tortured or was he dead already? Those thoughts hunted him.

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(Y/N) had been having a perfectly normal day off definitely only waiting for his husband to return from whatever war crime he and his team was up to this time around. He liked the peace of having a husband away, Simon was a good cover that he had come to love. It was not even a surprise the moment people came through the door, especially not when (Y/N) had many enemies of his own. He had so many in fact, he had died and taken on a new identity, perhaps he should have changed his first name… nah, he liked it so much.

He sighed heavily as yet another person entered the room with whatever torture gear, they thought would make him talk. (Y/N) knew better than to talk, he had been taught since childhood not to talk. He was exceptional in surviving torture, he had the scars to prove it, scars his husband never saw as all sex was done with the lights off, he knew his husband had issues with his own scars so he simply never pushed.

“You are going to give us what we want.” The not at all creative nor fun torturer said.

“For the last time, I do not know where this Ghost person is, I don't even know them!” He pleaded with false fear. He needed to get out, Simon was bound to be home anytime now and he just should not see the bruises and cuts all over his body… Simon would ask too many questions and… (Y/N) realised he would need to wait.

“Oh please, I know who you are, Iron Spider.” The torturer said making (Y/N) still completely. The tension in the room grew as (Y/N) stilled cold dead eyes on the man's back. “So, tell me, where is this little… pet project of yours.”

“If you knew who I was, then why even try to take me, I won't talk and you know that, don’t you?” He said, each voice careful and with a still tone.

“I have gotten Red Room Widows to talk, I can get you to talk as well.” The man said, bringing over what looked like a fucked-up knife. “Well, shall we?”

—

The team landed on the ground outside of a barn in southern Jutland, the air whipped around them as the helicopter took off again. Everyone was deadly still as they approached the barn, each second felt like hours as blood rushed through their ears, deafening them. Everything was alive around them. The mission was anything but simple.

One quick entry of the barn and already 4 enemy soldiers were dead. They had gotten reliable intel from one of Laswell’s more shady friends. (Y/N) was going to be there and not in good condition. Ghost used the anger of knowing (Y/N), his husband, was getting tortured.

They went down the hatch, killing everyone in the way, this seemed too easy but Ghost did not care, they had taken something of his and he was going to get it back.

Chatter filled his ears but it wasn’t important enough to be filtered through, they cleared room after room, getting everything dealt with before entering the final room. A man stood behind a torn up and bloodied (Y/N), two of his fingers were missing, and his shins looked broken and fucked up beyond repair, Ghost, at a single glance, could count well over 20 visible stab wounds, the worst part is, (Y/N)s right arms skin had been peeled back showing muscle tissue and veins freely. Ghost knew who this man was, his codename was infamous despite how silly it was, Chip, no last name or first name, allegedly some criminal family empire nepo-baby, a rumour had it he was ex-military. He didn’t doubt that at all.

“Ah, the infamous Ghost, thank you so much for making my job easier for me.” This Chip said and shot at Ghost with no warning. Ghost felt the bullet lodged into his shoulder, it felt like it had gone straight through but something felt wrong, he couldn’t hear how much (Y/N) screamed despite seeing his mouth move and himself trash around in the chair, Simon knelt down as pain soared through him, the bullet had been laced with something and he didn’t know what.

Someone pushed him onto his back and applied pressure on the wound. He barely remembered anything as his thoughts went dark.

 —

Swimming

Cold wet

Swimming

Simon was swimming in water where he knew not the direction of up or down. All was pitch black, too dark for his own thoughts to even shine a light through it.

Simon knew time had passed but not how much

He was swimming again

In and out

Up and down

Careful and around

Voiceless

Thoughtless

Cold

Cold as ice

—

Watching Simon recover not only from a well-placed bullet wound but also from the poison of this Chip person was hard, (Y/N) knew he should have just risked blowing his cover and gotten out. His husband, who didn’t deserve anything like this, was dying. His contact was working on a cure, but Chip, being the son of the infamous Pitfall Viper, his poison would be bulletproof… (Y/N) had to stop his dark humour, it was only making him feel worse than he actually should.

“It has been a week,” Price's now familiar voice came from the door. “How are you holding up?”

Like Shit. (Y/N) thought but didn’t say it out loud. “I could be better but I have hope.”

“… Listen… I spoke with Kate and they interrogated this guy… Iron Spider is a myth and legend, why is he claiming that you are him…” Price said.

“If you ask, you already know the answer, John… I am not in the business anymore; I haven’t been in 20 years.” (Y/N) answered the question.

“Does Simon know?” Logically the next question.

“No.”

A sigh came from Price, reminding him just how shitty he felt. “Don’t you think he deserves to know?” Price is a man with a heart despite everything.

“… Tell me something Captain,” (Y/N) turned to him. “Wouldn’t you be hiding your ugly past from someone you love to protect them? I erased my whole existence, spent a decade making certain that I was named a myth and not a real breathing man.”

Price leaned back. “So, you love him?”

“With whatever is left of my soul and my whole heart… I was born into a world of murder and killing. Whatever we did and learned was always just to kill more as more people, there wasn’t an end… so, when I did see an end to it, I took it and I got out, no one before me or after me will ever get that privilege.”

Price frowned. “You say it is still happening today.”

“Are you even surprised? You have been working with anti-terrorism for as long as I have heard about you, why would people not be using children to start and end wars? It is no different than all child soldiers you have been shot at or shot yourself.” (Y/N) was calm, far too calm for Price's liking.

“That is different.”

“It really isn’t. You all get on this high and mighty horse. Yes, you have by all means saved the world from World War Three, but you are all just as bad as every single war criminal out there. This whole imperialist ideology you have been brainwashed with…. It is worse than any brainwashing done by the red room because you actually believe in it.” (Y/N) grabbed the wheels of his wheelchair and left the room, leaving the captain to think and stew. (Y/N) knew he wasn’t going to run away or even escape from Simon, he loved Simon and Simon was dying for him… guilt he didn’t know he could feel wrapped its nauseating coils around his stomach, trying to force bile up through his throat. He didn’t allow it, he suppressed it deep down where all his other weaknesses resided. Weakness Mother was supposed to have trained him. He grimaced as he poured himself some hot coffee, it burnt his tongue… life as a civilian truly had made him weaker, Chip had been right at that, but (Y/N) prided himself on not being weak enough to reveal anything about Simon. He brought back a cup for both him and Price. He gave the man the cup and sat down.

“He wanted information on Simon, where he was and I think it is safe to assume we know why now… from what I know, you should be well aware of his mother, The Pitfall Viper.” (Y/N) said, humming lightly under his breath. “She was…. She is, she didn’t die, her accounts are still active and while it isn’t uncommon for others to run it, her whole family are very, the best word would be independent, from the rest of the more refined criminal empire of the world.”

Price looked down at his cup. “So, will his poison kill him?” Price asked, a slight shake to his voice betraying the cool and collected ‘Captain John Price’ persona he had.

“No… I have someone working on the antidote. It will be rough but he already has been given something to slow it down.” He informed the other before taking a sip of his now moderately hot coffee. “And if he doesn’t make it till then, I will work with you to bring down anyone or anything responsible for his death.”

“And if he survives?”

(Y/N) paused at that, the words swelled in his mouth to choke him. He had avoided it for years, been lying straight to Simon’s face… he wasn’t sure Simon would trust him after this. “He knows the whole truth… and if he still wants me, I will repair everything and do anything to make it alright.”

“And when he doesn’t?” Price asked.

(Y/N) looked at Simon. “Then I leave and no one will ever see me again.”

“Little hard to do on a wheelchair.” Price said.

(Y/N) chuckled and looked at Price. “You think that I don’t already have a plan in place? I survived the Red Room and survived escaping it. Sure, my sisters are more deadly than I am, but you can’t be a slob and escape.”

“How old were you when you escaped?” Price asked.

(Y/N) smiled a bit as he leaned back. “15. Which makes me 36 this year and Simon is only a few years older than I am. Price, I… love Simon, he is my weakness and the only one I would trust with my whole life. I have been taking care of him and him. We are good for each other and you can’t deny that.”

“I am not denying it, I have seen more of Simon than of Ghost for the last 3 years. Thank you for that, it is the only reason why I haven’t had you arrested yet.” Price said.

(Y/N) shook his head. “No, you haven’t had me arrested because you fully know that you can’t, you have nothing on me, no one does. Iron Spider doesn’t exist and no one can testify that he does. He is a myth created to scare rookies. Don’t fuck up or get corrupt or the Iron Spider will get you.”

“The Soldier Bogeyman then.” Price said. “And you are content with that?”

“I am more than content with it. I love it. It means I can be with Simon and bring him back from the brink.”

Price stood up as a nurse entered the room. “I hope you are right about this.” Price left.

The nurse waited until Price left before looking at (Y/N). “You know, I never thought he would shut up.” The ‘nurse’ said.

(Y/N) chuckled a bit. “It is good to see you too, V.”

“You are lucky my idiotic son writes everything down, but I can’t promise this will cure him, he may stay in his coma for weeks or forever,” V said.

“That is fine, just give him a chance.” He said before watching her inject it into the IV drip. They said their quick goodbyes and (Y/N) stayed truly loyal to Simon and stayed while he slept.

 —

It took 5 weeks before Simon woke up. (Y/N) was present and coached Simon through waking up. He had lost a lot of muscle mass, and he was much thinner than usual, but compared to a regular human, Simon still held some shape.

The conversation they had a week later once they were both in the sanctity of home was full of tears and apologies, Simon understood and knew but it still hurt. But they eventually figured it out. Simon’s rehabilitation and (Y/N)’s eventual rehabilitation were done together. (Y/N) taught Simon how to handle a civilian life away from the military and the action. It was hard but, in the end, they carved out a beautiful life with a retired service dog called Riley. 

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[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Bottom Simon Riley, switch John Mactavish, top John Price for c,d,e,f,j, and k

-Bottom Ghost-

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

ghost prefers you to cum on his stomach or chest or back for easy cleanup. but he loves it when you cum on his face, it makes him feel dirty, in a good way.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he won't tell you he gets off on you cumming on his face, he loves being humiliated and occasionally he'll get off on being objectified.

he loves the idea of you using him for your pleasure

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

he has zero experience and even less of an idea of what to do, he's never bottomed for anyone and he'll never bottom for anyone else

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

his favorite position of all time is missionary but only if he has his mask on, if on the rare occasion he does take his mask off he'll only do doggy, or reverse cowgirl so you won't see the embarrassing faces he makes.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

his need for sex is very tame, on the rare occasion he jacks off it's because he doesn't think he can/deserves to have sex with you. sometimes he'll let you jack off with him and in those situations, you should be very gentle with him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise, this should go without saying... the way you look at him like he's the creator of the universe while you call him a good boy gets his heart racing and his knees weak..

forced submission, usually he'll go down easily but on the rare occasion, he wants to put up a fight, seeing you get rough with him, forcing him to submit really gets him going.

humiliation, he's a man of great stature he's got an excellent and terrifying reputation so the fact that one of his soldiers can get him on his knees and begging in a matter of seconds gets his face hot and his heart fluttering.

-Switch Soap-

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

he loves cumming in you about as equally as he loves you cumming in him. the feeling of being stuffed full makes his brain go foggy...

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he loves soft sex, but he won't tell you cause he doesn't think it's masculine?

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

id say he's a decently experienced top. but when it comes to bottoming he's got some but not enough for him to feel confident so he's often clumsy.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

he likes to get you on your back so he can see your face, he can get insecure so seeing the pleasure on your face is reassuring.

he loves riding you but doesn't have the courage to ask nor initiate that but he equally loves when you fuck him hard from behind until his arms give out and he's face first and drooling into his pillow.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

when he's feeling all big and in the mood to fuck you he doesn't really think about jacking off.

but when he's not feeling as big and is more in the mood to bottom he sometimes gets discouraged from initiating it, especially if you're busy so more often than not he'll end up fingering himself to thoughts or pictures of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he likes it when you call him prince/princess or big guy, calling him prince or princess makes him feel special and small, calling him big guy gives him an ego.

when he bottoms he's a BIG pillow prince and he loves when you tease him about it.

I'm not really sure how he'd feel about you calling him daddy but I do know he likes it when you call him sir.

-Top Price-

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

he likes to cum in you but he knows its a pain but he really loves cumming on your chest and face, he loves the way it looks on your skin and how pretty you look covered in it.

bonus points if you like getting covered in cum, he lives for how confident you look

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he secretly gets off on how young and inexperienced you are

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced, he's unfairly skilled with his hands and his mouth and he makes sure you know it very well.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

missionary and cowgirl. he lives for how embarrassed you get when he comments on the faces you make, no matter what position his only goal is to fuck you dumb

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really jack off unless it’s absolutely necessary and now that you’re around he practically never does it anymore

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he's also more into the sir thing than daddy, getting called daddy just reminds him how much older he is than you. (he's not ashamed of the age gap being called daddy just makes him feel weird)

he really likes ordering you around and watching you eagerly complete the task, bonus points if you're clumsy or eager when completing a task, he likes to watch you trip over yourself.

He’s got a weird thing about making you cry during sex, not from being mean but giving you so much pleasure it overwhelms you. He’s never been into crying before you but something about how pretty you look while crying from pleasure makes his heart flutter

[spidey-x-male-reader]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x male!reader

Requested: yes / no

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: light swearing, written at 1am, reader being really awkward (I'm tired. Cut me some slack), also proofread around 1am so I'm not even sure if that counts??

Summary: After everything that Ghost has been trough it's finally time for him to step back and enjoy a quiet life. His life seems to be getting interisting again however when he meets the man that lives across the hallway.

Masterlist

A normal, mundane life was unusual for ghost. And it was hard for him to finally get used to all of it again even if his life has never been really normal. And after all this time in the military, he had routines that he couldn’t quite get rid of.

However, in the last weeks he has been living in his new apartment already, a new routine seemed to form when he started to hear cursing out of the hallway almost every single evening until he finally gave in and decides to see what causes the sounds.

Opening the door, he wasn't sure what he would find, he definitely didn't expect a guy to kneel in front of the door on the opposite of him, cursing to himself, hammering against it a few times, which did not seem to make him any happier.

You were now sitting in front of your door for ten minutes, trying to open that stupid thing, when you heard a sound behind you. You slowly turn around to face a really tall guy, wearing a balaclava with a skull on it…alright…not the weirdest thing you’ve seen in this apartment before.  

You just look at the guy for a few seconds, not sure how one reacts in such a situation. "…Okay I know this looks really weird, but I promise I'm not breaking in right now. This is my apartment”

You don’t move for a few seconds before quickly getting up to your feet, realizing that it was getting difficult to stare up at him the whole time. “You’re the new neighbour who moved in some weeks ago, right? I think Stacy from downstairs mentioned someone moving in. I would have properly introduced myself before, but I was kind of busy”

“I really don’t have a problem with not getting a big welcome around here”, okay. So, he was keeping the information you got from him short. You could live with that.

“Yeah…you do seem more like the brooding type. Not that there’s any problem with that, of course”, you chuckle quietly to yourself, asking yourself how you could try to not make all of this even more awkward. Maybe this was just a talent that you had. “So…what are you doing here?”, you slowly ask him.

“I was seeing what was causing this noise in the hallway…that I’m hearing frequently by the way”

“Oh…Oh I’m so sorry. This is just…really frustrating. You can’t even imagine.”, you flush, looking a little embarrassed, stopping yourself from ranting and instead trying to explain the problem you had. “The lock is really shitty. It always takes me an eternity to open it. The landlord says that there’s some trick to it, but it doesn’t work for me, so I assume he just doesn’t want to swap out the locks”, you explain, even though he didn’t really ask.

Ghost looks past you, at the door, you have treated like it was your worst enemy just a few minutes ago. “Do you mind if I…try?”, he slowly offered. He didn’t want to get back to his apartment with the knowledge that there was some guy just sitting in the middle of the hallway, not getting into his own home.

“Oh…yeah sure, man. Knock yourself out”, you hand your keys over to a guy you’ve never seen before in your entire life who, for some reason, is wearing a balaclava when coming out of his apartment. But hey who were you to judge him. It did look cool.

He walked over to the door, trying to open it. Your hopes weren’t really high but only after a few seconds you hear a quiet ‘click’ and watch how your door swings open.

“What the…”, you watch him, your mouth hanging open. “How did you do that?”, that guy was a sorcerer or something.

He just shrugged as answer. “I just opened it”

“You just…”, you stare at him for a few seconds. “That’s about the most impressive thing anyone has ever done for me”

He just looks at you, before slowly handing the keys back. “Try not to lock yourself out again”, well you weren’t really locking yourself out, but you were too thankful to thank about formalities now.

“Will do my best…hey what’s your name?”, you don’t let him retreat into his apartment yet, way too fascinated by the other man to already let him leave.

You were probably annoying him. At least he seemed like it. On the other side…you couldn’t really see much of his face expression. So maybe that was just something you were telling yourself.

He stands there for a few seconds and for a moment you’re sure he’s just gonna go back into his apartment without saying another word. But he answers. “Ghost”

“Ghost?”, you want to laugh at first but then realize that the guy is dead serious. “Oh. Ghost. Alright. It’s a cool name. Suits you with the whole…”, you vaguely gesture into the direction of his face. “…skull theme. I like it”, there are a few more seconds of awkward silence, mainly caused by you because somehow, he’s cool while not saying anything. “My name’s (y/n). Just…in case you were asking yourself.”, he probably wasn’t,

He just nods slightly, slowly walking back into his apartment.

“It was…nice finally meeting you, Ghost”, you quickly say while watching him. “You know maybe we could do some…neighboury stuff at some point. Only if you’d like to of course. You know, what? Just ignore me. I’m just…gonna go inside.”, with that you quickly retreat back into your own four walls, shutting the door behind you, leaning against it.

How. How could a person be this awkward while talking to a handsome guy??

Well…you didn’t know if he was handsome. But you were sure. There was something about his…everything that had already enchanted you. Well shit. Now you sounded like a lovesick teenager already.

That guy didn’t seem really interested tough. Well maybe he was just one of the silent brooding ones.

You quickly shook your head, trying to get those thoughts out of your head. You didn’t even know that guy. Could be a serial killer for all you knew……that would explain the mask actually.

You sigh, deciding to try to get your mind off the handsome neighbour, walking into your living room, letting yourself fall onto your couch only for something to land on your chest a few seconds later.

“Heyy. Missed you too”, you lightly pet your cat, who seems to be happy that you’re finally back and she has someone to pet her. “I met our neighbour today. You would like him.”, you just mumbled, now even talking to your cat, like a lunatic. Oh god you were becoming a cat person. Apparently, this was your destiny now.

You sigh to yourself, closing your eyes, slowly starting to doze off, thinking about the skull mask and the pretty eyes behind it.

[simonsrileyhusband]

simon refused to buy a new phone, the one he has is good enough, you can call, can send messages and it has a game of a little worm that eats squeares on it. he doesnt need another one.

until you tell him that, if he gets a new phone, he could have s folder filled with pictures of you...

"should have said that before lovie"

the day he buys his phone you teach him how to use it, how to had his 5 contacts to his phone (price, jhonny, kyle and you), then he spends 2 hours deciding what picture to use as his screensaver.

now, when he is on duty and cant sleep with you, the two of you call eachother and now it doesnt sound like he is talking trough a brick.

simon will send you pictures of him because you begged him to do. he sends you a pictures of his boots, his dinner, a photo of him standing besides jhonny after working out, a picture of his new and not damaged balaclava.

he also downloads tons of games, his phone os filled with them and you have to teach him how to erase them.

he doesnt have social media, but he does wacth youtube videos from time to time (specially to learn how to do little heart shapes with paper that he can gift to you)

[italktoomuchxd]

Maybe because he grew up in a religious family, maybe because he’s not really in physical touch, but sex is a big thing for Simon Riley.

He never had a one-night stand or a relationship; that's a big thing for him… he doesn't want any exes or something. He wants to directly marry his first love; that's why he's acting like it's rocket science.

But when he met you… oh God, he knew you were the one… you cute thing! He started to spend some time with you. You guys grew closer and closer.

At first, you thought he was a strange man, just a big man; What could he want from you? But when it started raining while you were on a date, you had to go to his house. You were a little scared when he handed you dry clothes and a blanket, turned on your favorite show and you guys actually watched the show you knew he was the one too.

But he's unstoppable when you guys got married...

[starboye]

imagine olderbf!simon who teaches you how to ride him, your legs straddled on both sides of his lap and his thick calloused hands tightly holding your hips in place, you looking at his monster of a cock with fear in your eyes

but he comforts you saying that it'll slip in so easy, he talks to you so sweetly that you dont even notice him bringing you down slowly onto his tip and squeezing in, making you moan out loud enough for the neighbors to hear

he was patient with you too, giving you enough time to adjust to his meaty cock before helping you bounce up on down on his lap, the slightest belly bulge showing in your stomach, outside he was calm and caring but on the inside that was a different answer

he wanted to absolutely ruin you right now, from the sound of you pretty whimpering and whines to the feeling of your tight hole sucking him in every time he lifted you up and brought you back down

[youronlydarlin]

Just Loser! Simon who's unknowingly a sex god

He says shit like "Did that feel good..?" everytime you two fuck. As if he didn't just give you the most back arching, toe curling, brain numbing orgasm of your life.

You'd be panting like a dog beneath him, eyes rolled to the back of your skull and still he'd be asking "How's that feel..?" Like sir. This isn't UberEATS, why do you keep asking that? Do you want five stars??

[gofishygo]

ok guys but hear me out..,

back before simon was drafted and he was still working in some butcher around the outskirts of manchester, he remembers a little bakery a few blocks down from his shop. although never particularly crowded, he's noticed the older locals go by in the mornings for coffee, kids guided in by their parents after schools to get a snack. but he doesn't seem to lounge in the corner of that cafe for either of those reasons- instead, he finds himself fawning over the pretty baker.

and you're nice to him, too- always smiling when you see him around, voice so sweet when you're at the butchers to buy some meat for the pies, sneakily trying to slip him a discount whenever he goes to buy a sandwich- 'hospitality workers gotta stick together, right?' it's no wonder that he finds himself falling for you, a stupid puppy crush that he tries, and occasionally fails, to suppress. and sometimes, simon lets himself believe you like him too, with the way the blood rushes to your cheeks when you spot him across the shelves, with he notes how you nearly fumble a frothing pot of milk when caught staring at him. it's a little attempt of young love that he thinks will be smothered out as he gets older.

but now it is twenty years later, he is working with the sas, and he is meant to be dead. but simon finds himself strolling his hometown, genuinely surprised that he sees the cafe still up, that he sees you, still working behind the display cabinets. you're older now, more mature, but your smile is just as pretty as it was those years ago. and he sees that glimmer of recognition in your eyes, how your head perks up at the sight of his figure outside of the window.

ghost smothers his cigarette and bins it before walking through the doors. may as well pay the bird a visit.

[guardkeywolf]

Gaz

My lovely bottom of a husband

He will definitely be screaming when I'm done with him

Lots of cuddles afterwards

Price

Another Bottom Husband

Teasing him for LIFE

Definitely pushing him over the edge

Ghost

This whore of a man...

I'm definitely gonna be an ass and not let him cum for SURE

But I get sex after it to so no loss

König

RIDING HIM LIKE A COWBOY

I will enjoy EVERY second with this man

Cuddles for König!

OVERSTIMULATING THE HOMIES 🤭

Short stories on how I think how cod men would react to being overstimulated !!

Gaz, Price, Ghost, König, Soap

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GAZ

“o-oH fuCk~” gaz moaned out loudly, he was trying his best to keep his voice down since price was right next door and knew that if price woke up from gaz’s loud moans, he’d make it everyone’s problem.

You held his dick in your hands, jerking it as slowly as you could, driving kyle over the edge. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“C-cumming!!!” He whispered as loud as he could, but just as he was about to cum. You let go of his dick.

Gaz whined, tears spilling out of his eyes, he wanted to cum so bad but you wouldn’t let him. “Pleaseeee babe, please just let me cum please I’ll never tease you ever again just please let me cum”

He continued to whine until you had the change of heart and started jerking him off once again. The room filled with “ah~” ‘s and “fuck~” ‘s until gaz finally came into your hand.

You both then cuddled:)

PRICE

“Fuck, you can’t do this to me sweetheart” price let out breathy moans, just wanting to feel the sweet release of cumming.

You chuckled, “your cute when your not bossing people around, I wish I could keep you like this forever”.

Price through his head back, just wanting to feel anything other than overstimulation, either it would be pain or the feeling of finally being able to cum.

You had put a vibrator on your husband’s dick and tied his hands to his back, restraining him from trying to get himself to cum.

He begged you to take the vibrator off, the faint “zzzzzzzzz” sound was driving him absolutely mad. “Just a few more minutes”.

You guys then went on to have very rough sex ;)

GHOST

“Y/n you fucking idiot, aH~! I need to fucking cum!!” Ghost was currently have his dick sucked by you. The feeling of your mouth around his cock felt so good.

But you wouldn’t let him cum, why? Because you two were on a serious mission and you knew that ghost was VERY loud when it came to orgasms.

You continued to suck the poor man off until his mask was wet with tears and sweat. He couldn’t take it anymore, he absolutely NEEDED to cum.

After the mission he proceeded to give you the most worst punishment in the whole wide world..

NO SEX FOR A WEEK (obviously he broke his own rule cuz you’re just so unrinstable) 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

KÖNIG

There König was, moaning his fucking ass off. He was so loud you worried that your neighbors would not be able to get any sleep that night.

But this was your idea, so you had to stick with it. You bounced on top of König like his dick was the last you’d ever have.

“anG~! CaNt taKe muCh mOre!!” König screamed as he tried jerking his hips up more, trying to get himself to cum.

But then just as he was about to cum, you pulled him out. You then heard little sniffles coming from in front of you.

You looked up to see it was König crying :(. You freaked out a bit and tried comforting him the best you could, you consoled him, you gave him kisses on the cheek and forehead.

Turns out he was really looking forward to cumming inside you:(((.

So you let him cum inside you and then you two cuddled <3333

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I hope this wasn’t too shitty

Some of this I wrote when I sleepy and I barely proofread anything i make so..

Yea i hoped you all liked it:)))

[guardkeywolf]

Part one of Headcanons with gamersans :D

Cod ghost hands shaking you can't say shit because hes delt with so much trauma and abuse by people so his hands are always slightly shaking.

No one can see the slight shaking because he hides it so well.

So if his s/o rub his scared hand and doesn't care that his hand is shaking dis man will MELT literly

I'm Here For You...

So with one I went a little simple than what I would usually do...

Short and Sweet tbh

Kinda like a "soft-write" if that makes since...

I hope you enjoy @gamersansblog !

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• Y/n was the only one that noticed when his hands shook

• The only one that played attention to them carefully more than any other members in the 141

• He knew exactly why they shook like that

• It wasn't the dangerous missions

• It wasn't the terrorists that planned on blowing the world sky high

• It wasn't the thought of knowing he could die any day

• No...

• It was none of that when it came to Simon

• It was the trauma...

• The fear...

• The abuse that Simon had to go through when he was little...and it showed

• He hid it well, Y/n will admit, but it didn't help the fact that he still did it...

• He couldn't stop it

• And Y/n watched...

• So made sure Simon didn't have to go through that again

• Now he knew VERY well that the Lieutenant was not one fond of physical touch, but Y/n saw otherwise

• The man needed to know he was OK

• Y/n needed him to know he was OK

• That he was ok with him...

• So Y/n made his way over to the man when his hands started shaking again

• Y/n grabbed them and held them in his

• He was happy when Simon didn't pull back from him, considering they were very close and all

• He caught his gaze, his eyes gleaming bright was he looked at Y/n

• "I'm here if you need me you know..." Y/n said sincerely

• Simon nodded as he raised his hand to caress Y/n's soft cheek

• "Thank you..."

• "Anytime, Beautiful..." and Y/n smiled cheekily after he said it

• Simon couldn't be more grateful from then on...

• He moved closer as he pulled in Y/n, feeling the man as he basked in his warmth

• Y/n smiled as he comforted the Lieutenant

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-Guards

[loudblonde]

Could I request anyone in the 141 with a non military/detective s/o who just finished a dangerous case. and like how they react to it idk 💀

thanks 👍💪

In honour of Sherlock Holmes becoming public domain, you dear Anon will get more than just one of the boys with a detective s/o. Male!Reader is vaguely if not outrightly stated to be a Holmes much like Sherlock Holmes, he is not BBC Sherlock.

Warnings: mentions of child porn, human trafficking, and torture. Canon typical violence.

Hurt/comfort and some fluff

All stories are under 500 words long, so they might just be drabbles.

Male reader,

~ Captain John Price ~

John Price was sitting in his office with the small radio turned on low, just filling out paperwork from work from his most recent mission with the team. It had been a success but he still had a ton of paperwork. John never quite paid much attention to the radio until a familiar name came up, (Y/N) Price. 

John abandoned all thoughts of paperwork as he turned the radio on. 

“-great news to announce that Detective (Y/N) Price has once again done the impossible after disappearing off the radar for two weeks, (Y/N) located and personally gathered information on a human trafficking ring, allegedly going undercover despite being a very well known man.” One of the hosts said. 

Price sucked in a deep breath and listened carefully, his mind filled with static as gore filled images of his husband getting brutally tortured and killed because he was discovered crossed his mind, Price knew the reality would be that, he knew that (Y/N) wouldn’t have made it out alive had it not been for his husbands sheer dumb fucking luck. 

“I know right, Kelley,” The other host said. “From what we know, Detective Price is a married man, he wears a gold wedding band, I sure wouldn’t wish to be married to someone who just disappears all of the sudden for weeks on end!” The hosts laughed together and John looked down in his hands.

They both had a tendency to disappear for work, rarely ever saw each other but when they did, between missions and cases, especially with (Y/N)’s freelance work, much like his older brother. 

Price reached over and grabbed his phone, dialing his husband's number. He placed the phone to his ear and listened as it dialed 3 times before it was picked up. “Hmmm, John it’s 3 in the night here.” His husband's groggy voice came through. 

Price smiled a bit as he turned the radio off. “I heard the news about your latest case.” 

(Y/N) chuckled, voice sounding rasped. “I wasn’t alone, despite what they say, my brother was with me and not Sher.” 

“Ah, so the oldest Holmes made it out of his fancy office to help, that is at least somewhat comforting.” He said. 

(Y/N) hummed for a moment. “It was scary, I won’t lie to you, I knew this kind of work was gonna take a lot but wow… I can’t imagine your mission being easy either.” 

“Hmm, no my mission wasn’t easy but we all made it through, minimal injuries and we recovered the intel.” Price said. “I have some saved up vacation time, why don’t we take a break, the both of us and go somewhere just the two of us?” 

(Y/N) smiled. “I would like that, just the two of us, it would be nice… I love you John, you know that, right?” 

John touched his necklace where the ring was. “I love you too, with all my heart.” 

< Simon “Ghost” Riley > 

Simon was sitting with the team watching some telly when the news came on, the picture of his husband looking stoic as ever came on as the reporter smiled. “Today the Brother Holmes were successful in taking down a child porno ring that extended as far into minor positions of our government. The brothers went undercover while posing as people who could give access to child porn, they worked closely with Scotland Yard in catching over 150 pedofiles in the UK alone. It has been reported that both their lives were at risk during it and that (Y/N) Holmes was almost killed several times during this investigation, though I am happy to tell you that any hospitalisation lasted less than 24 hours and that the young detective is not in any danger.” The reporter finished and ads started playing. 

Simon sat, staring blank at the screen, (Y/N) had mentioned a case that had been dangerous but he was never told his life had been in danger. Logically he knew that (Y/N) was a capable man who could not only keep up with his brothers and their crazy shit, but also knew his way around several fighting styles and weapons, Simon logically knew all that and still hearing his husband, one of few people who knew Simon’s face, who Simon trusted with all his life, had been in danger and almost killed… it made his blood boil. 

Simon stood up, spooking Soap who cursed after him, But Simon didn’t care, he couldn’t care, he was just making a beeline for his room and as soon as he got there he took out his phone and called one of few numbers even saved in it. Their house phone, a secure line.

“Holmes Residency, (Y/N) speaking.” A pained voice came out. 

“Are you okay?” Simon asked before anything else. 

“Ahhh, Simon, yes, just a few bruised ribs.” (Y/N) said and Simon could hear his smile. 

“He was also poisoned.” Came Mycroft ever so helpful. 

“And stabbed, twice, I have him on bedrest.” A much clearer Doctor Watson said. “Well, as much as you can keep a Holmes on bedrest.” 

Simon took a deep breath. “(Y/N)... you are single handedly going to make me go grey before Price.” He knew his comment would make (Y/N) chuckle. 

“I am fine Si and I love you too.” (Y/N) said as he chuckled. “I love you more than I could ever express to you…. I love you more then (favourite food/movie).” 

Simon smiled a bit. “I love you too… but be careful, I don’t want you getting killed… I can’t lose anymore people.” 

(Y/N)’s smile softened a bit. “Don’t worry Si, I won’t take a case until I am healed. Apparently there is a high reward for people who help out with catching criminals, who would have thought?” 

) John “Soap” McTavish (

John was sitting in the police room as (Y/N) finished up whatever he was doing. The mission had been too close to his own line of work for comfort. Laswell had gotten the 141 to bring out (Y/N) Holmes from a person who had kidnapped him. His own husband had been kidnapped and he didn’t even know. 

Sometimes John hated their line of work, it was cruel and left little contact with loved ones. 

“Relax Johnny.” Ghost said from beside him. Both still in full gear. “Nothing is gonna happen while we sit here.” 

John looked at Ghost and cracked a small smile. “Yeah I know, it’s just two weeks in a long time.” 

Ghost looked at him and slowly blinked. “Yes it is, but he is a Holmes, I thought that was a given or they were trained for that.” 

John shook his head. “No, no they aren’t, they are just civilians who everyone thinks are-” John stopped talking as (Y/N) stepped out of the room, looking worse for wear, but with a big smile on his face. 

John instantly stood and walked over, hugging (Y/N) close and a tad too tight. 

“John, my ribs.” (Y/N) groaned as he hugged back. 

“Oh right sorry.” John pulled away and took (Y/N)’s face in his hands. “Don’t ever do something like that again!” He said loudly. “I was worried sick when I heard you had been missing for 2 weeks!”

(Y/N)’s eyes softened. “I didn’t mean to get caught, but Sherlock managed to get away and get to safety, he ensured that I was kept alive.” 

John rested his forehead against (Y/N)’s. “Remind me to thank him when we see him.” John chuckled a bit, just happy to have his husband back in his arms. 

“Hmm, you can thank him at the wedding in 7 months. Him and Watson are finally tying the knot, I won the bet between everyone by the way.” (Y/N) said, smirking a bit. 

“I love you so much,” John said. 

[ Kyle “Gaz” Garrick ]

Kyle was just standing and talking with Soap as he saw his long time boyfriend (Y/N) walk up with a newspaper in hand. Kyle tilted his head slightly and stopped talking, causing Soap to turn and look at (Y/N). “Hey, why is a Holmes walking directly towards us? Is he even allowed on base?” Soap asked. 

Kyle shrugged. “He should be. Hey (Y/N)!” He called out as (Y/N) got closer. 

“Kyle!” (Y/N) said happily as he practically bounced over. “May I?” 

Kyle nodded and they hugged close. Kyle missed (Y/N) whenever he went away but he couldn’t exactly stop (Y/N) from taking on case after case, they paid far too well. 

(Y/N) showed Kyle the newspaper from that morning. “I just finished a case for the king of Sweden, didn't even know it was the Swedish king, he is very… eccentric but normal. He is just a person, it was nice.” 

“Soooo.” A certain Scottish man broke through their conversation. “How do you two know each other?” 

“(Y/N) meet Soap, Soap, this is my boyfriend, (Y/N) Holmes.” Kyle said. 

(Y/N) smiled brightly and shook Soap's hand. “I have heard a lot about you lot and the 141.” 

“Only good things I hope.” Soap said. 

“The best of things. Oh and Kyle, no reason to worry, a doctor that wasn’t my brother's close friend cleared me. I am not injured even though you will undoubtedly hear about a very large fall I had in tonight's news. I just wanted to tell you that before you hear it from someone that isn’t me.” He said. 

Kyle’s eyes widened. “(Y/N) you promised to be careful.” 

“I was… ish… okay maybe not as much as I should, but I was safe during the whole thing, no large injury or bed rest needed.” 

“No case for at least 3 days, please.” Kyle said. 

“... Okay, no case for a week. I love you, alright? I am always going to return home to you.” 

Kyle smiled at that. “Good. I love you too.”

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

L,Q,R,U

Bottom ghost, soap, John price and Daryl dixon

🙏

if you didn't want all of them to bottom in this one just send in another ask...

I'm not entirely sure how to write price as a bottom, I'm sorry.

-Bottom Ghost-

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Most likely in a secure place; Bedrooms, at a base, or a safe house.

I can't really see him as much of an exhibitionist

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

unless you initiated it or did something to initiate it it's not gonna happen very often.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

absolutely not. he takes enough risks in his daily life when he's alone with you he just wants to relax. its a little difficult to get him to try something new but if you're 100% sure he's gonna like it he'll trust you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A LOT. he'll tease you about how thorough you're being, saying stuff like "I'm a big man I can take it" or "I'm not a doll". he thinks you not wanting to hurt him or make him uncomfortable is funny but we all know that deep down he lives for it.

-Bottom Soap-

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In my opinion when soap bottoms he'll become a little more self-conscious, if you convince him to fuck somewhere out of one of your guyses bedrooms he's got to be entirely sure that no one is going to see him in that state when it comes down to it he wouldn't want you to fuck around, he'd be too nervous to let you draw it out.

he'd be fine with confined spaces or rooms with a door, preferably one that locks.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he's game, all the time. once you get him past his phobia of 141 seeing and teasing him he'll be a lot more open to quickies.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

it's easy to feed soaps ego, but if you get him confident enough, upon your suggestion he wouldn't say no to wearing toys, in public, or when he's out and about.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

More than ghost. it definitely gets exhausting sometimes and at that point, you'd literally just have to gag him or he won't shut up.

-Bottom Daryl-

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in places he knows no one or nothing would bother you two.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

very rarely when there's nothing going on and boredom is the only threat. you'd have to initiate it of course and he'll scoff to hide his blush, tease you about it to hide how giddy he feels, and if you're teasing him back hell take you by the scruff of your neck and drag you somewhere secluded.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely not. I don't really know what else I can say here lol, you guys are in a zombie apocalypse, the thought of getting gnawed on by some undead guy with a dick in his ass isn't something he finds arousing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases you to hide feelings he doesn't want you to know about if he's flustered hell tease you, if you made him excited about something he'd tease you a lot, especially if you get him aroused his teasing will take a dirtier turn.

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

hehehehhe, was thinking about construction worker simon who goes to work every day just to show off the lunches you make him for work. and it soon becomes a huge thing and all his coworkers and even managers look forward to seeing what you've cooked cause it never seems to be the same. it's literally the only reason simon wakes up in the morning to go to work; he has everyone jealous and prances around all proud, then tells you all about when he comes home :(

[simonsrileyhusband]

simon and reader who has a hard time sleeping (nsfw):

simon wakes up when he hears you turning around, slipping away from his arms.

"go back to sleep love..." he mumbles, his voice deeper than usual, big hands reaching out for your waist, pulling you into his arms again.

"i can't..." you whisper, turning around and burying your face in his chest, a bit sad that you woke him up.

simon knows the drill, he has done this countless times before and he will gladly do it over and over again.

gently, he turns around so your back lays kn the bed, his bulky arms keeping you caged under him. "i'll take care of that lovie, don't worry"

and that night can go different ways, simon pounding you until you are tired, simon esting you out until you pass out, simon using his fingers as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

the list goes on, but when he is done, you are sleeping soundly in his arms, inner thighs soaked, a pretty blush on your cheeks and a soft smile on your lips.