#simon cod

[koling2345]

Simon with a young and soft girlfriend. NSFW

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Boyfriend! Simon who: Was completely whipped for you, would do anything you asked without question, he'd kiss even the ground you walked on, just say the word and he'll do it.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Bought a new cell phone just to talk to you, his old cubicle could barely hold a video call with you, and now he could finally listen to you chatting away with him every time he had free time. And.. You also sent him some really nice pictures, and he kept them all on his new cell phone for his own personal use.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Sometimes it took him a while to catch up with you in all your youth, not physically, but in your interests, hobbies, the games you liked, series you watched. He wasn't that old, but keeping up with everything you did wasn't that easy, but he tried to get into your vibe. Give him a few days, he'll soon have everything in a notebook, the game you're so excited about, he'll soon be talking with you about it. He makes a point of knowing something or other, just to get into your world, to make you happy.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Melted in place when you showed off your new hoodie, which had his name, 'Riley, written right across the chest. You looked so beautiful wearing an outfit with his name written on it, as if it were a ownership, and he was grateful that you wore the hoodie without any shame, proudly showing who you belonged to.

Boyfriend! Simon who: After listening to you nagging him all week to get a hoodie just like yours, with your name on it, he finally gave in and made one. Just like yours, it had your name on the chest, showing everyone what a couple you two were. As much as he thought it was corny to wear matching clothes, he didn't mind if it was with you. He even put a Kuromi print on his hoodie, since you almost cried for him to put something from Hello Kitty on it. Sometimes he hated this cat and her derivatives, but he did it for you. All for his princess.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Always bought things for you, every time he came to see you, he never came empty-handed. Were you on your period? He would bring you chocolates and flowers, along with your favorite snacks. Did you pass through a store and want to buy something? Well, it'll be at your house as soon as possible. If he couldn't bring it himself, you could be sure that the package would arrive at your house the next day. He wasn't petty, he had plenty of money to spend and he liked spending it on you.

Boyfriend! Simon who: When he went out with you, he wouldn't let you spend a penny, no matter if you wanted a simple ice-cream, he would pay for you. And if he saw your eyes glazing over at something you saw in the shop window, he'd go and pick it up with you. Every time you went out together, you always came back with several bags of shopping, along with the plushies you loved so much. Simon didn't even know how you were going to fit more stuffed animals into your room, with all the stuff you already had.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Is a complete gentleman to you, carries your bag, always takes his helmet off you, as well as before you get on his bike, he attaches the helmet in place himself. He's the type to take you on his arms, just to stop you stepping in a puddle of water and getting your feet wet. And if you're tired, he'll carry you like a princess all the way home without complaint.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Is quite jealous of you, you're young, beautiful, and you're with an old geezer like him. Although he recognized his own value, he couldn't help but feel a sense of possession over you every time someone looked at you with ulterior motives. As a result, he would always mark you on the neck, or put a hand around your waist, always putting a part of himself in you so that everyone would know who you belonged to.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Was a completely kind prince to you on the streets, but he would wreck you inside the bedroom. He loved that you were all submissive to him, always taking him so well, accommodating him as if you were made for it. Even if he opened you all up with his fat cock, your tight cunt would stretch to accommodate him, it was like heaven on earth.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Made you bend over all night, fucking you on all fours, your ass up while he admired the new panties you made such a point of showing off to him. 'Simon's' was the writing on the lace, just seeing you wearing it made his cock throb, he took several photos of you wearing the panties, as well as giving you a good spanking session while you were over his knees, just because you loved being his good little girl.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Recorded a video as soon as he had worn you out on the bed, pulling his cock out of you, to see the mess coming out of your pussy that was full, opening your folds just to see his cum running down your thighs. Your cunt full of him, leaking because he came so hard in you. It's not his fault, seeing you on your stomach, your panties written 'Simon's', you were begging to be fucked. And he'd love to watch the video he recorded himself, his time alone at the base would be lovely.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Had a photo of you on his cell phone, bent over his knee while wearing a short skirt and thigh-high stockings, ass up, pink lace panties. On top of that, a bright red mark on your ass, the mark of the slap he had given you minutes before taking the photo, he is very proud to use this picture, and he's not shy if someone caught it. In addition, the lock screen photo was of you smiling while wearing his famous balaclava, one of the few times he let you touch the mask. Not that he regrets it.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Knew he was going on a dangerous mission, he didn't know when he was coming back, or if he was coming back. So a week before going on said mission, he took a whole week to spend with you. No work, no nothing, just him and you.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Fucked you all week, on your stomach, bending over, missionary, cowgirl, on the wall, living room, bedroom, bathroom, table, floor. Any surface he could slide his thick cock into your folds was fine with him. He couldn't stand the sight of you bending down to pick something up, or when you wore his clothes inside the house. The sight automatically made his cock throb, hard as a rock to fuck you again, always making sure to fill you with his seed, to the point where it was leaking out of you. Only then is he sure that he's filled you to the brim, like a good boyfriend does.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Wasn't very good with goodbyes, so he fucked you all night, all night he had you in a missionary, that's when he wasn't burying himself between your legs. He filled you up so well that night, the bed was full of wet spots, your pussy as full as ever, he'd leave you leaking with his cum, mixing your mess with his, just to bury himself in you and start all over again. He was relentless. His job was done, since you slept like an angel that night.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Went out on his mission early in the morning, grateful that you were out like a light, covered in sucks and marks from last night, making him tempted to go back to bed and hold on to you. But he couldn't, so he settled for a kiss on your lips and forehead. His farewell was a handwritten letter, explaining the details and saying that he loved you very much and would come back to you. Even so, it wasn't enough to prevent the tears that fell down your cheeks when you found out everything.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Even though he was on the battlefield, he couldn't stop thinking about you, always trying to maintain some kind of contact, sending messages every time he had a second of time, and if it was possible, when he was resting, he would call you. Every time the mission dragged on, he felt a sense of dread in his chest. Simon couldn't have realized how important you were, and that scared him, because for the first time in a long time, he was afraid that he wouldn't be alive to finish the mission. He promised himself that if he made it out alive, he would ask for your hand in marriage.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Stayed in a very remote area, his cell phone didn't work there, and he had no way of communicating with you, and that killed him inside, not being able to know how you were. And you were worried to death, thinking the worst.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Came home after four and a half months, of those four months he spent three without being able to talk to you. So as soon as he got off the plane that brought him back, he went to your apartment, stopping first at a jewelry store to buy you a ring, and he spared no expense. You were going to be his wife.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Was all giddy about arriving at your house, preparing to give you a surprise. As well as coming back alive, he was going to ask you to marry him, get on his knees for you. Then he rang the doorbell, still dressed in his work uniform, the box with the ring in one hand, and your favorite flowers in the other.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you after all this time. It wasn't just emotion, his eyes caught your form, wearing one of his shirts, which barely did the job of covering your swollen belly. Well, it seems, he wasn't the only one with a surprise.

[hidingwhere]

John Prices wife coming to pick him up at the airport after he returns from a mission, but the car is now full of military men.

One look at the three boys, completely exhausted and pulling their phones out to book a taxi had your heart crying. Without thinking, you offered them all a lift to yours and Johns home for them to stay overnight.

So now there’s three men cramped onto your three backseats, John having the luxury of sitting in the front. Simon is on the end (still in his balaclava but luckily not the skull mask because you’d be a little creeped out seeing that every time in the rear view mirror), Johnny in the middle and then Kyle on the other end. Johnny complains for about 10 minutes that he’s squished in and has no room to move but after that he’s completely zonked out on Simons shoulder.

Your music plays quietly through the speakers and they’re happy to listen to anything that isn’t gun shots or explosions.

Once you arrive home, they all climb out the car, grabbing their bags from the boot and dumping them down in the living room.

“Place looks less lifeless than last time I was here,” comments Johnny.

“Finally got a woman’s touch to it,” adds Kyle.

You smile a little at the non-direct compliment. Price also looks around, noticing the little details that have changed or the things that have been added around his house, keeping a hand on your back. He leans down and kisses you gently, mumbling “I missed you” against your lips.

“I missed you too. But it looks like you’ve lost weight.” You glance down at his body. “I’ll fatten you up again,” you tease with a little giggle as he chuckles.

It’s around 9pm by the time you’ve cooked dinner for four people who have appetites of bears. They all look at you as if you’re an angel sent from heaven when they see the food, sitting down at the dining table silently and scoffing down the meal.

By 10pm, you go into the living room thinking they’re all watching TV but instead they’re all asleep. You grab some spare blankets from beside the sofa and cover them up except for John. You shake him awake and make him move upstairs into bed with you. There’s no way you’re letting him sleep on the sofa and not with you after weeks apart.

[manicrouge]

'I'm too old to do anythin' like that now,' Simon says, shaking his head.

'But daddy,' whines the little girl standing in front of him, her small hands tugging at his black t-shirt, 'mummy was telling me all about how you a- and my uncles used to save the world and I wanna learn cause I wanna be just like you!'

He lifts his head, spying you standing in the doorway with a bright grin on your face. 'What you tellin' her that for?'

'Because she wants to know how to beat the boys in the street when they're having water fights,' you say, 'thought your military experience would come in handy.'

'They're always laughin' at me,' she pouts, 'and sayin' I can't fight cause I'm a girl.'

There's a switch that is flipped at her confession and when he looks to her and then raises his head to look at you, you swear you're looking at the Lieutenant instead of your husband.

'Is that so?' he asks, to which your daughter nods her head quickly. He holds his hand out to her and she takes it happily. 'We'll teach them to mess with a Riley, ey sweet pea?'

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iykyk uncolored version under the cut

holy fuck this made me legit tweak out, im never doing lineart of tactical stuff EVER again OG pic:

[madsfrank]

Imagine Simon beating himself up over you…

It’s late at night in the barracks, the task force had almost lost you to a bullet wound embedded in your side, another hour without treatment and you would have been lost for good. You lie in your quarters, having been treated and given fluids that you needed to live, when suddenly you hear a heavy knocking at the metal door.

It’s Simon, his knuckles are bloody from hours using a punching bag without thinking, his mask halfway on his face to reveal him as a panting mess still sweaty with effort. With your permission, he cracks open the door halfway, just to stare out at you in the faint glow of the room.

“You can come in Si, I can’t see you like that.”

He shuts the door softly. Afraid to rouse you anymore from needed sleep. Once enveloped in the darkness you were using to rest, he is dragging himself over to you and leaning over your frame in a manner far too intense for you in such a state.

“Si? What’s wrong?”

As you reach your hand up to his masked jaw, he suddenly takes your wrist in a heavy grip and forces your hand on his cheek.

He says nothing yet, closing his eyes to the touch and letting his breathing slow as he reminds himself you are alive….he had lost himself in hours of training and needed to remind himself that the mission was not a total failure, you were alive.

He would prefer it if you punched him, let him know how foolish it was to let you slip away from him, let him know it was all his fault and—

Instead he settles for breathing you in, muttering that he’s glad you didn’t leave, but the muttering becomes more of a groan as you try to pull him to bed with you, mewling at your gentle touch.

He’d prefer not to be seen like this, but then why would he have come to your room, other than to fall into your embrace and remind himself he’s grounded.

As he lies with you, he tells himself that someday soon he’ll take the mask off, only for you. You’re the only one that can see him like this.

With that thought, he lets himself drift off with you.

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[expominds]

mdni 18+!, cw: smut, slight breeding kink, sex in the car

reblogs are always appreciated <3

sometimes simon just can’t help himself. he will dick you down no matter where you are. shower? hot water is long gone. public? you better keep your mouth shut. bedroom? be as loud as you want.

but, christ, this man goes feral over rutting into you in the car.

‘30 minutes from home but i can’t wait any longer, sweet girl,’ he’ll growl as he harshly steps on the brakes, cutting off into a secluded, wooded off area. the car is shut off and he’s ordering you the back seat, to which you happily oblige. his cock is so hard he can’t think straight :(

‘be a good girl and let me breed that tight little cunt of yours, yeah,’ he murmurs into your ear as he eases himself inside of you, your pussy clenching down as he buries himself to the hilt.

10 minutes haven’t even passed and the car is squeaking and shaking, the windows foggy as your sweaty bodies move harmoniously. the air is thick with the smell of sex, your juices creating that wet, juicy sound that he loves so much :(.

your clit gets stimulated every time he thrusts forward, his pubic bone meeting your clit. you whine out in pleasure, your hands looking for something, anything to grab onto as he pounds into you mercilessly.

‘look at that tight lil’ cunt takin me so well, you’re going to be a good girl and come f’me won’t you?’ he growls into your ear as you clench around him, your slick walls holding him like a vice as you cum, him following not too long after.

he stays like that for a few moments, making sure to keep his cum where it belongs <3. ‘lovie, such a good girl for me,’ he whispers as he kisses you lovingly.

[0bonnie-bunny0]

I was high on dopamine while drawing

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Drop your mini headcanons or random facts abt Si pls

[skyrigel]

Simon was about to make another cut on the man's already maimed face when the phone rang up.

“Would you look at that ?” He smiled, his grin cocky as he flashed your caller Id, saved lovingly as Babe, a red heart too. The man in question had eyes puffed and bruised beyond vision and Ghost only relished in the torture.

“Now keep your pathetic excuse of a mouth shut while I talk to my sweet love.” His words were dagger sharp, glaring as he wiped his hands, bloodied and bruised.

“Baby !” You chirped on the phone, Ghost smiled, heart melting at your voice.

“Haven't you slept yet darling, come on, it's past your bedtime.” He teased you, you whined, scoffing at bedtime.

“I can't sleep without you.” You whispered softly in the phone, Simon cocked his head as the man, tied and on the edge to death whimpered, his expressions hardened and he brought a finger to his mouth, Simon shaked his head at the man, making a throat slashing sign, the man clamped his mouth shut, a sob dying in his beaten throat.

“I am coming home to my sweetheart, with icecream if you be a good girl.” He added with soft chuckle, Simon bit his lips when he heard you giggle on the other side.

“Be quick, I am waiting.” You purred, he was sure you pouted and he so, so wanted to kiss your lips, softly and delicately, like you were made to be cared for.

Simon reluctantly ended the call, kissing the screen as if it were your face, finally turning with devilish look in his eyes.

“Would you like mint chocolate or strawberry ?” He asked, flexing a gun in his slender hands, the man was shaking his head profusely, sobbing almost, trying to free himself.

“Didn't you hear bastard ?” Simon snarled, the man winced, " she can't sleep without me so you better be quick."

“Mi...mi...min...” He stumbled against his words, wincing at every second.

“Too bad.” Simon said nonchalantly, pulling the trigger, “M' sugar likes strawberry more.”

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[cantharel]

The pink parts don't contain smut, the red ones do!! Feel free to ignore it. It will not prejudice the lecture.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Never even dreamed of starting a family, fuck, he'd never had a relationship that lasted more than a year. But fate had other plans for him, as soon as you showed up on his doorstep one night, claiming to be pregnant. You were supposed to be just one night stand.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Almost fainted when you told him the news. Simon knew it wasn't impossible since he was drunk as hell that night, and so were you. And apparently, that was the result. The most worrying thing was that he could already see the small bulge in your belly.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Despite the shock of the news, he was quick to bring you to his apartment. He would never let you live away from him in such conditions. Especially when the place you were living in wasn't the best, and he could afford the two of you.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Was weirded out by you living in his house at first, after all you were basically a stranger. But he still did his best to make the situation comfortable for you, not least because he knew you were just as scared as he was.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Thought living with you would be dreadful, but it didn't take long for him to get used to you. Every time he came home tired from work he was greeted by the good smell of your food, the domesticity of things was so good, he might never admit it, but your presence was good in that apartment. Even when you started decorating things your way, it was sweet the way his apartment had a gentle touch of you.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Did everything he could to make you comfortable, as he cared about your well-being too. He didn't want you to think that he only cared about the baby because that wasn't true. So he soon got to know you better, making sure you were alright in his apartment.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Was always with you, from the morning sickness, to the discomforts that appeared as the pregnancy progressed, and even when you woke him up at the middleofthenight, telling him about some random craving of yours. He could be very upset and tired, but he would never complain to you. No matter what time it was, he would go after the hell you wanted to eat. And he never complained about your sudden mood swings. He might get angry at your sudden tears, but he never took it out on you. He always knew how to take care of you and make you feel better.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Always helped you if you were very tired, even if he arrived tired himself, he would give you a foot massage to help with the swelling, prepare a hot bath, give you a bath in the kindest way in the world. After that, he'd let you wear one of his hoodies, put you to bed, and hold you until you fell asleep. Gradually, he realized that he liked it too much.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Liked to lay his head on your belly, trying to hear any noises from the baby. In one of those moments, the baby kicked for the first time, leaving you both stunned. Simon looked like a child looking at a Christmas tree for the first time. It was one of the moments when he realized that he was already deep into this story.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Always tried to go with you to all the doctors you had regarding the baby, always tried to be present at all the ultrasounds, even though he couldn't always go with you, which made him feel horrendously guilty, he was always all ears when you explained to him how the appointment had gone.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Was away when you did the ultrasound to find out the sex of the baby, he was on the other side of the world, but he couldn't stop thinking about you, about what sex the baby would be. And for the first time, Johnny saw Simon's eyes fill with tears as he looked at his phone. He had just received the news that it was a boy. You sent him a picture of the ultrasound, a pair of little blue shoes, and a little sweater with a skull in the middle. Simon really wanted to cry with excitement.

Baby daddy! Simon who: When he found out it was a boy, he couldn't help himself and fantasized about how much he was going to spoil this child. Giving him the things that Simon could never have, he still remembers how much he wanted a toy truck, but he could never afford it. Now he was no longer poor, and could give his son everything he could never have.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Would never repress what his son felt, he would never say the same harsh words that Simon's father shouted at him when he was younger, how men shouldn't have feelings, how they shouldn't cry. Harsh words that echoed in Simon's memories to this day. And for sure, Simon wouldn't follow in his father's footsteps ever.

Baby daddy! Simon who: At first, he didn't understand why you bought so many little things for the baby, but it didn't take long for him to understand why. Soon enough, he got used to it, and every time he went into a baby store, he always ended up buying something or other. He's lost count of how many onesies he's bought for this baby.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Every time he came home he would look for you, give you a kiss on the forehead before kneeling down and leaning his forehead against your belly, giving kisses from time to time while talking to the baby. Simon didn't know if it was possible for the baby to hear or not, but he certainly wanted to bond with this child.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Unfortunately, he had to go out on a long mission, but that didn't stop him from always wanting to hear from you. As much as he hated being away, he loved receiving photos of you while you were at home, safe and comfortable. It was all he could want. And he promised himself that as soon as he got back from this mission, he would ask you to marry him, he would make things right. He knew you were the right one when, for the first time, Simon felt afraid that he wouldn't be able to come home, that he wouldn't be able to come home to you and the baby. It was an idea he didn't want to entertain.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Took you on a special date, fed you the food you liked best, bought you chocolates, flowers and treats, anything you asked for he gave you. And at the end of the night, under the late moonlight, he asked you to marry him, his hands shaking as he knelt in front of you, he can't remember the last time he felt so anxious and apprehensive. And when you said yes, he almost cried with relief, thanking any God above. You were going to be his wife.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Made love like crazy to you that day, he touched you with all the tenderness possible, did oral on you so many times, kissed your pregnant belly so often. He worshipped your body in a way that only he knew, and it was certainly one of the things he knew how to do very well. Even while he was thrusting into you, he always murmured sweet words, praising you, making you feel loved. And he made you feel that way with every I love you he murmured between thrusts. He was determined to prove his love to you that night.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Panicked when your water broke, Simon only remembers grabbing some documents and a bag of clothes, then carrying you in his arms to the car. He let out a string of swear words every time you moaned or screamed in discomfort. He probably broke a few good traffic laws while taking you to the hospital.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Stayed by your side throughout the birth, holding your hand and giving you reassurance, even if he was scared to death, he wouldn't show it to you. He kissed your forehead and tried to do the minimum to help in some way. And when he heard a baby cry, he felt that the air was returned to his lungs, and he could breathe again.

Baby daddy! Simon who: Ugly cried when he saw his son in your arms, such a fragile and pure little thing, something you both made. He felt so many things, but the love and warmth he felt for that baby was immeasurable. At that moment, he swore to himself that this time it would be different, that this time he would protect you and that child. From now on, he had two precious loves to look after. And he would do his best for his little family.

Omgg! Sorry for the delay in posting. Things have been really hectic these past week! I planned to post on Tuesday, but it was my birthday, and I gave myself a break, and the rest of the week, I had to take care of college stuff! But I was very happy to get 3k likes on my last post. I don't even know what to say! Thank you!!! You guys are such sweethearts!♡♡♡

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Also, also. I think Simon is going to be possessive about Johnny.

I mean, after all, he did spend a majority of his life alone and constantly jumping around from home to home. It's hard to find someone who actually cares and is willing to stay. And so when the sunshine to his life, Johnny walks in, it's almost hard not to keep him all to himself. You're telling him, that he finds a man that's practically the sun? And the man likes him back too??? Nar, you're most definitely joking. Except we're not. And Simon does find Johnny in his bed every night when schedules aling.

And much like a dog resource guarding, he's keeping Johnny next to him, preferably tucked by his side under a blanket. He's only human, with weird chemicals in his brain making happy chemicals whenever he sees Johnny after all. So what if he actually ends up buying flowers for Johnny on their first date (unaware that chrysanthemums means death in the flower language), it's his problem to deal with.

(Johnny thought it was a promise of death from his lieutenant, ends up almost switching teams because the fuck is he going to do against the 6"4 -193cm- man?? Try to bite him?? Fuck him??)

Simon doesn't even realise he has grown accustomed to Johnny being next to him until Johnny ends up training a new batch of recruits on a different base. He quite literally rots around that month on base, calling Johnny whenever he can to get life updates. (And maybe collect wank material. There's something about his heavy Scottish accent coming out after training that Simon shamefully finds hot). He also damn near scares the recruits when he shows up on the last day of Johnny's absence, standing by the doorway as he waits for his husband boyfriend to finish early.

His veins damn near pops when a recruit kisses Johnny on the cheek as she is leaving. Simon might have left finger sized indents on Johnny's hips from the resulting kiss he gave him.

He really is no different from a dog from how he was hoarding Johnny at that moment.

Oh well, god didn't give him puppy eyes for no reason, he supposed.

[angelovi]

Simon with a reader who has some trauma around sex, asks him to stop and scrambles off to hide in the bathroom. How would he react? I’d like some comfort please, love ya <3

Simon comforting his love that has trauma

"Missed ya, love." Simon's warm voice fills the air as he settles onto the couch beside you, wrapping his strong arms around you in a comforting embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, and you feel a wave of warmth and safety wash over you as he leans in closer, a smile spreading across his face.

A soft grin spreads across your face, making your cheeks glow and your eyes sparkle. As you turn the page, the rustle of the paper fills the room.

He softly kisses your neck, moving slowly along your skin. A shiver runs down your spine, and you hold your breath, hoping he doesn’t go any further. You feel a knot of uncertainty in your stomach, reminding you of the secret you haven’t shared. Everything that happened with your ex weighs on your mind.

As he reaches for the bottom of your shirt, a wave of tension hits you, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Slowly, he starts to pull the fabric off, and the cool air hits your skin as the shirt finally comes off, leaving you feeling a bit exposed under his stare.

“Simo-” your words were cut off by a kiss as he reaches for your waistband. Before he had the option to slip your sweats off, you push him away and storm away to the bathroom, tears streaming down your cheeks as you attempt to calm yourself down.

He watches you go, confusion and concern etched on his face. He runs a hand through his hair, muttering something to himself. After a moment, he goes after you, finding you curled up on the cold bathroom floor, your shoulders shaking with each sob.

He lowers himself to his knees beside you, his muscular frame dwarfing your smaller one. With a reluctant sigh, he reaches out and cups your face.

“Don’t touch me!” you blurt out, your arms quickly going up to cover your face. A mix of panic and fear enters your voice as you squeeze into the chilly corner of the bathroom. The cold tiles press into your back, and the dim lighting casts creepy shadows that make you want to disappear into the tiny space.

Simon pulled back a bit, looking confused as he tried to figure out what had just happened. “Shh, it’s just me.” he said softly, trying to calm things down.

Your chest feels tight, and every quick breath leaves you feeling lightheaded and shaky. It’s like there’s this invisible pressure on you, making it hard to take a deep breath.

Simon’s heart breaks as he watches you hyperventilate. He shifts you to sit sideways across his lap, leaning you against his shoulder. “Slow breaths, baby. In and out. That's it..” he coaches you gently, his large hand splayed across your back to keep you supported.

As you start to regain your breath, Simon’s mind starts racing with dark thoughts. He looks down at your trembling form, his protective instincts kicking in again.

“Look at me.” he uses a finger under your chin to tilt your face upwards. “Tell me why you're crying like this.”

“My ex-” was all you managed to utter before your voice caught in your throat, the weight of the memories crashing down on you. Suddenly, tears streamed down your cheeks, a sob escaping your lips.

“Oh, baby girl. You never told me.” his voice softens more, seeing how vulnerable you are.

You bury yourself into him further, desperate for any form of comfort. One of his hands comes up to caress your hair while the other presses you closer. “Did he?..”

A nod was all he needed to understand the situation. He gently lifts you further into his arms, cradling you against his chest like a child. “I’ve got you now, baby girl. No one’s gonna hurt you again.”

He starts stroking your hair again, murmuring soothing words. “Just breathe, you're safe now.” his fingers gently massage your scalp, hoping to bring you back from the bad memories.

He begins to rock you slowly, one hand still in your hair while the other supports your upper back. You feel a quick jolt in your body as you take a deep, shaky breath, letting the air fill your lungs. You try to slow down your racing thoughts and suppress the butterflies in your chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice is gentle and sweet, not wanting to trigger you any further. You quickly shake your head, so he drops the subject, nodding understandingly.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You don't have to. Not now, not ever if you don't want to.” he continues running his fingers through your hair.

“Let's go watch a movie baby. Might help take your mind off things,” he suggests softly, his thumb brushing away a tear that slips down your cheek.

He guides you to the comfort of your shared bed before climbing in with you. “Good girl,” he utters before pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Sorry for the short and late post lol I've been trying to find motivation to post more so this is just quick and simple <3

[koling2345]

Just Simon with a cute new recruit. NSFW

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

Lieutenant! Simon who: Thought you'd be just another recruit, until he saw that you were such a cute little bird. So obedient and pliable, always listening to what he had to say without refuting it.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Never even looked at any recruit in a different way until you arrived on base. The way you looked at him with sweet little eyes and called him 'Sir' was almost a symphony in his ears.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Loved it when you asked him for help with something on the base, sometimes purposely disappearing with things, only to see you coming after him to find out where that item was.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Made a point of training you, he never let any other superior do it. Not even Johnny. Simon wanted to be solely responsible for your success, or rather, he wanted to be solely responsible for giving you orders. And watching you obey them.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Started glaring daggers at any other soldier who looked at you. Not only that, but any soldier who even spoke to you or flirted with you was magically given a month's worth of hard duties. What a shame ;(

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was in charge of you at the gym, giving you several repetitions of exercises, never passing up an opportunity to put you in some positions that were a bit... Lewd, to say at least. Always keeping a close eye on every exercise you did, his eyes roaming over your body as you knelt down to stand up when you finished a set. The sight always made his pants a little tight.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Always gave you heavy workouts, tiring you to the limit. Just to make sure you'd get tired enough, then he'd have the excuse of helping you to get your bearings. Putting a hand on your lower back. Sometimes even being bold enough to put his hand on your waist, pulling your body against his in an attempt to help you. And if you were really, really tired, he could carry you on his shoulders. No, it wasn't an excuse to stare at your ass and thighs, feeling your body pressed against his. He swore it was just his good intention, he just wanted to help!

Lieutenant! Simon who: Would let you sleep in his room, there was a storm and the base was without power, you didn't want to be alone because you were scared. And he wouldn't let you be alone after learning that you were afraid of thunder, poor thing. That night he wrapped you up in his sheets, pulling you into his lap as he comforted you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Helped you forget the fierce storm outside, pumping his thick fingers into your pussy, slipping in and out of you, scissoring and curving inside you. He made you come once, twice, three times, enough to make you tired and sleep on his lap, in the mess you made on his thighs, and he didn't care. In fact, he was proud to see the mess you'd made, that he'd given you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: After spending one night with you, he refused to sleep in separate rooms, so every night he dragged you to his room, at which point he already considered you his cute little thing. Normally, he would hold you all night with a death grip, so don't even try to escape.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Couldn't sleep peacefully until he'd buried his cock in you. Sleep only came to him after he had slid his thick cock into your wet folds, deep into your tight warmth. Slamming into you without mercy, he swears that his lullaby is your whimpering sounds under him.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was mean to you, used you until he had his fill. It didn't matter if you'd already come for the thousandth time, he didn't care, because he went after his own pleasure, he would pound into you all night if he wanted to.Even if you were whimpering underneath him and saying you couldn't take it anymore, he'd respond with:

“You can and you will.”

[hidingwhere]

Simon Riley and you who are complete opposites yet you still love each other to the moon and back.

He’s quiet, reserved and overall a private person. He’s the “moon” in the relationship dynamic. You, however, was the “sunshine”. You were so giggly, always so joyful and full of energy; sometimes quite flirtatious that caught Simon off guard a lot.

It was still early days in the relationship and you two were currently on a date. You were doing most of the talking, which you felt bad about, but Simon told you that he didn’t mind- preferred you talking anyway. What entertaining things could he tell you? He’d been in the military for years and didn’t have the best childhood so always enjoyed when you talked his ear off.

However, you really caught him off guard at one certain comment you made. After a bite into a particularly spicy piece of chicken, he ended up having a small coughing fit. You should’ve remembered him saying he didn’t take spice well.

“Don’t choke, too soon for that yet,” you said with a little giggle.

He paused mid-cough and looked over at you, a little shocked and very surprised. You laugh at his reaction, watching how his cheeks turned pink under the soft restaurant lights.

[manicrouge]

‘It’s cannae be that difficult,’ Soap scoffed, watching as the masked man fiddled with the pieces of string in his hand.

‘She mentioned in er letter that she’s been buying handmade bracelets from this market back in Manchester,’ Simon said, ‘thought I’d give it a shot myself.’

‘Aye, Lt. but your hands ave only ever brutalised thing… ye no bracelet maker. More of a necklace maker — ye know, like a noose—’

‘Shut it,’ he snarled, looking down at the loosely woven bracelet in his hand, ‘she wanted me to make somethin’ for er, so I am.’

‘Could’ve just asked me to draw er somethin’,’ Soap chuckled, pushing himself up off of the doorframe. ‘Or are ye scared am gonna steal ye missus?’

‘Go away,’ huffed the other, focusing back on his bracelet, ‘I swear to fuck all you ever do is give me a fuckin’ headache, go an’ bother Price.’

Soap disappeared down the hall, leaving Simon to figure out the complicated and strenuous task of making a bracelet, ‘Fucks sake,’ he sighed, finally tying the ends together, holding it in the palm of his hand in front of him.

Part of him was convinced it would have been an insult to send that to you; there was hardly any talent to be found in his creation (at least, that’s what he thought) as the plaited yarn was hardly neat. Only, he bit the bullet and added it into the envelope with the letter he had messily scribbled.

And, for the first time ever, he felt anxious… over a stupid fucking bracelet.

—

It took a while for him to hear back, counting on the fact that after making the bracelet he’d been called by Price on another mission. In fact, he’d forgotten about the entire conundrum until he sat on his bed in his room with your envelope in his hand. When he opened it, a black and white beaded bracelet fell onto his lap, as did a loose polaroid you had taken.

A smile met his face when he saw you wearing the pesky bracelet with the brightest smile on your face. Setting the photo down, he opened your letter.

I love the bracelet so much Si! I thought I’d make you one myself too so we could have matching ones. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to though, I just thought it would be a nice gift for you.

Taking the bracelet in his hand, he closed his fist around it as he continued to read through your letter.

—

‘Nice piece of jewellery you got there, Lt.,’ Soap sniggered, bringing his mug of tea to his lips before adding, ‘how much did it set ye back, ey?’

‘Shut up, Johnny.’

—

[druap]

fandom's fav edgelord (sorry not sorry)

diff version under the cut

+ empty ver in case you wanna write sth else

[madsfrank]

Imagine wearing hair bows around Simon…

When you first start wearing bows around Simon he’s starts absolutely melting. You can see it in his eyes.

You’ll get in his car and flash him a smile, as he sits there, dumbfounded.

“You look nice….” He’ll state, basically staring you down with his lips parted. Oh, what he’s thinking…..

How he wants to ravage you.

You’ll fold your legs as he clears his throat. Wanting to take you out, show you off, make everyone know that your all his.

His hand on your hip, heavy and strong, keeping you almost flush against his side. His girl, his woman.

You better believe your sitting between his thighs around your friends. He’s all yours.

He even buys you bows to match his shirts, buys you a skull one too, that one he nearly ripped off while making out with you. He couldn’t help it, that made him want you.

Yeah, if you couldn’t tell, he loves those bows on you.

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