Simon Helps You Put On Your Heels

boydad!simon misses when his son was a little newborn.

[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]

cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

You liked to think that you showed off your son a decent amount of times with pride like every other parent — but Simon took it to a different level. Anyone who gave him a moment of their time would be subject to listening to him ramble about his adorable son and be forced to see the catalogue of videos he keeps in his gallery.

Regarding that information, It came to no one's surprise that he was a fanatic for taking pictures of your little boy — doesn't matter if it was just him simply playing with his blocks it needed to be photographed!

He began the tradition that once a month he'd take a cute picture of your son next to a ballon that said how old he was in months. He even bought a new polaroid camera for it so he can tuck the images away safely in a photo-book (and most definitely show to your son to tease him once he's older).

Today would be the 8th month of the tradition, your little boy already laying down on a soft wooly blanket as he happily kicked his feet and his chubby hands smacked against the ballon.

You smiled down at your son, cooing at him as you waited for Simon to come in with his camera.

But, after 10 minutes you began to worry. You scooped your son up from the blanket, carefully cradling him and walking to your master bedroom.

"Simon!" You called out into the house, your baby on your hip as you looked through the house for your husband.

Your hand curled around the door knob to your bedroom, creaking the wooden door open and your eyes landing on Simon sitting on the edge of the bed with one of your son's old baby onesies — the first one he wore after you took him back from the hospital.

"Oh, love." You whisper softly, your little boy letting out a curious gurgle when he saw his father sitting on the bed.

"He used to fit in this." Simon mumbled to himself, his hands gently running along the fabric of the onesie.

"Yea, our baby grew up so quick." You added, shuffling yourself to sit beside Simon while your baby squealed and sat in your lap.

"Can't believe it's already been 8 months. He'll be off to uni soon enough." Simon let out a shaky breath, your gaze growing softer seeing his eyes become glossy and his waterline filling with tears.

"He'll always be our baby even when he's grown, love." You reassuringly reminded Simon, a heavy sigh leaving him as his shoulders relaxed. Your little boy wriggled in your arms, crawling his way to his father's arm and giggling once Simon held him securely in his arms.

"You better not grow up too fast on me." Simon playfully lectured your son, cradling the little boy as his large hand gently ruffled his dirty blonde tuft of hair — same shade as his daddy's.

You smiled at the scene in front of you, your head against Simon's shoulder as you both looked lovingly down at your baby. He'll grow up and become a respectable young man, but for now he was in his father's arms and loved unconditionally.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

Johnny was a naturally chaotic man and you loved him for the ruckus he could create — but you also loved the private moments with him

cw: john "soap" mactavish x gn!reader

Johnny was notorious for his chaos. He was unapologetically noisy and the embodiment of a rowdy Scotsman’s.

You knew what you were getting into when you fell for his boyish charm: His accented voice that had you hooked, his toned body that embraced you so lovingly, his toothy smile that made your heart throb — he was perfect. Perfectly yours.

You expected that your relationship with johnny would be private; previous exes didn't really show you off so why would Johnny be different?

Oh, how wrong you were. He talked about you constantly. You were his heart and he bared his chest out to everyone.

"Guess wha'? My sweet bonnie got a promotion yesterday!"

"The missus made me cinnamon rolls yesterday!"

"My darlin' knitted me these socks!"

Everyday you would get a message from his mates, complaining how he wouldn't shut up about you. You'd giggle each time seeing their annoyed messages, your heart swelling hearing him proudly speak of your accomplishments and how much he adored you.

"Johnny, your mates texted me today about how you keep chattering on about me. Keep it to a minimum, could you love?" You'd scold Johnny lightly, but fold immediately seeing his bottom lip protrude to form a pout and whine how he just wanted to talk about his darling. How could you say no to that while his arms are wrapped around your figure and peppering kisses all over your face?

Despite his need to be a chatterbox and fill the room with whatever his mind was thinking, you also appreciated the quiet moments with him.

Whenever he came back from a draining mission and all he wanted was to lay his head down on your pillowy thighs and listen to the soft hum of your voice as your fingers threaded through his hair — you could never decline. Having him breathing softly on your lap and eyes fluttered shut, away from war and in the arms of his beloved.

But your favorite is when he asks you to come with him on a walk. His hand intertwined with yours, thumb brushing against your knuckle, the setting sun casting a golden hue on Johnny that had you bewitched — he never looked so perfect.

He'd catch the way your eyes twinkled as you stared at him, a chuckle falling from his lips.

"Somethin' caught your eye darlin'?"

"Yea—" Your voice barely above a murmur, breath hitched when he took a step closer. His gentle smile made your chest tingle in warmth, calloused hands rubbing against the apple of your cheeks as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss — slow and steady so he could savor the feeling of your lips against his.

You both reluctantly pulled away, limbs still pressed against each other and chests heaving as his lips pressed lazily against your flushed face.

"I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you, bonnie."

Oh, how you loved that he adored you so loudly and gently at the same time.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

just watched sinners and it was amazing! highly recommend! it had me thinking of vampire!nikto trying to get reader to let him in.

pairing: vampire!nikto x afab!reader

cw: p in v, unprotected s (wrap it before you tap it), fingering reader receives, dub-con, vampires duh, southern inaccuracies, accent inaccuracies, sinners au, very ooc but this is set in the south and he's a vampire so... tw: blood wc: 1.6k

You heard rumors of vampires through the grapevine, hushed whispers as if evoking the word vampire would be enough to summon them. You had a hard time thinking that such a devil could exist in this quiet part of the south which had nothing but cotton fields and dust storms as far as the eye could see.

What business did vampires have down here?

You scoffed at the idea, shaking your head at the notion. Some farmer boys probably heard too many stories and were spreading tall-tales around the town for the fun of it.

Just as the sky turned to a hazy pink, the sun setting, you retired back to your little cottage. You hung up your shoes and then padded your way to your kitchen, tying an apron around your figure as you prepared to make your infamous orange juice. You hummed as your hand squeezed a batch of oranges, the crickets of grasshoppers and squelching of the supple fruit filling the solitude of the night.

It was quiet, just like every other night before it and probably every night after it. You planned on squeezing just a few more oranges and then you'd retire for the night, rewind and get cozy under your covers with a book tucked in your hands. 

However, your plans derailed when there was knocking at your front porch. You spun your head to the door, eyebrows scrunched, scrutinizing the offending sound.

Who could possibly be knocking this late?

You wiped the grime of your labor onto your apron, eyebrow cocked as you hesitantly walked towards the door.

"Who out there?" You spoke out, hand steady on your rifle you had on standby. A rifle you've kept for months, gifted to you by your lover. Use it to protect yourself while he was off fighting, he told you. 

"It just me baby." A rugged voice spoke from behind the door — a voice you immediately recognized. You dropped your rifle, your hand reaching for the doorknob.

"Andre?" You whipped the door open, eyes wide in disbelief seeing the man you had promised yourself to standing in front of you, breathing and alive. He was still the behemoth of a man you had etched in your memories, and still in that dirty soldier uniform you saw him in before he left for that accursed war.

"I promised I'd be back and marry you after, didn' I? Well, here I am. Just let me in baby." His drawl lured you in, sultry voice hooking you just like it did so many months ago before he left.

Yet, you hesitated. Something about him was... wrong. He looked like your Andre, but he didn't feel like your Andre. A twisted and sick imitation of your lover.

"You— Is it really you, Andre?" You whispered, voice trembling as you looked at his eyes, bloodshot and lidded. He had an unfocused look, not really seeing you like he did before. It was a hungry look, like his bones were aching for something you didn't know about.

"Who else would it be if not me baby?" He chuckled, much more relaxed than he's ever been. His voice didn't have that hint of tension he usually had, and his shoulders weren't rigid like they were before.

You gulped, your head spinning as you tried to rationalize your cautious thoughts. Maybe he just loosened up after the war. He was Andre — your Andre. He had to be. Definitely.

"Yeah... yeah— sorry baby, had a rough day today." You shook off your hesitance, reeling the door back to let him in.

Andre smiled, a toothy smile that made your spine crawl. You could see his sharp teeth and how red his gums were.

Were his canines always so sharp?

He took one step inside your quaint home, rolling his shoulder as he exhaled a heavy sigh, like there was a boulder on his back that came off once he entered your cottage.

He hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him and he chuckled hearing the shrill of your voice from his sudden action. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his nose dragging along the muscle where your neck and collar bone connected.

"Fuck, you smell good." Andre inhaled deeply, his tongue lapping at your skin to taste the sweat on your body. "I wanna taste you tonight baby. Been so long since I had you like this— that damn war had me starving."

You squealed as you felt his tongue drag along your flesh, nearly falling onto the rickety floorboards from how Andre was holding you. He always had an imposing pressure to him, but it felt like he was trying to crush you right now.

Your lips parted to let out a whine but his lips were quick to catch yours, sloppy and desperate, his tongue licking at your teeth and swiping over the roof of your mouth.

You groaned at how nasty the kiss was — it was depraved and dirty, but god it had your knees weak, hands clutching at his burly forearms to steady yourself.

You push yourself off of him, panting and breathless as you looked up at him.

"An—"

You were barely able to let out a syllable when he yanked at your arm, his grip tight and unyielding as he pushed you onto the couch. You leaned onto your elbows, eyes wide and face flushed as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

"I'm starving baby, and you look like a damn meal right now." He tilted his head as he looked down at you, grinning like a madman. The sight made you quiver, feeling like a piece of meat rather than his lover.

Your gaze fell down to his glossy mouth, noting the drool that was seeping past the corner of his lips.

Strange.

"Andre, you're drooling." You commented, your heart racing a little faster as your brain tried to connect each of these strange occurrences. Andre's sudden appearance, his relaxed demeanor, his drool, and that damn insatiable look of hunger in his eyes.

"Just excited baby. You wanna taste?" He chuckled, giving you no time to linger on your observations as his hands already started groping at your body. He grabbed at the flush meat of your thighs, bunching up your skirt up to your hips, a low growl coming from his chest when he saw the damp spot on your panties. "Fuck, look how wet she is for me."

Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers tug your panties to the side, whimpering as the cool night air hit your cunt. You instinctively tried to close your legs, but his hands kept them spread wide open.

"None of that baby. Let me see her." Andre grunted, two of his fingers swiping at your slick cunt, gathering up your juices onto his fingers. A chuckle rumbled out of him when he saw how you shivered, your body reacting just the same as when he deflowered you so many months ago.

"Been a while since I've had you, but seems your body still remembers me perfectly clear."

You groaned when he removed his fingers, hips bucking into the air at the loss of friction.

"Andre, don' tease me." You whispered, your hands gently pulling at him so he was on top of you, but it was then when you noticed his eyes. His baby blue's that you adored were replaced by an empty grey, a haunting color that made your heart stop.

He wasn't Andre.

He noticed the look of horror in your eyes, his smile forming into a terrifying grin as one hand harshly grabbed at your cheeks and pushed you down while the other held down your hips, keeping you caged under him.

"Oh baby, I was hoping you wouldn' notice." He spoke softer, as if trying to soften the damage. You squirmed and writhed, trying to kick your feet at him but he was strong — so fucking strong. Your futile attempts were like a little kitten head butting against his muscled body.

"Shh, easy girl. I won' hurt 'ya." He reassured you, but you knew he was just whispering sweet lies so you'd ease up and let him in.

You squealed when you felt his leaking tip against your slick hole, tears welling in your eyes as he slowly slid inside, filling you up inch by inch until his hip was flush against the swell of your ass. " 'atta girl... my sweet girl, taking me so well aren' 'ya?" He cooed, his thumb swiping at the tear pricking down the corner of your eye, shushing you as he slowly began to rock his hips.

You hated how your body took him, how your hole weeped at each of his thrusts, and even worse how you moaned in ecstasy. You didn't want to admit it, but It felt good — really fucking good.

"Taking me so good, yeah? Fuck— Fucking missed how you clench around me baby." He purred in your ear, his tongue licking at the shell of your ear and making your back arch off the couch. He knew exactly what you liked, how to make you unravel and turn into putty in his hands.

He fucked you just like how Andre did.

"An— hnngh-" Your mind was breaking, eyes squeezed shut at how his cock kept hitting your g-spot, making you mewl and cry beneath him until you were a puddle.

He dragged sloppy kisses down from your flushed cheeks to the meat of your neck, sucking and nibbling on the tender skin, making a shiver shoot up your body when you felt his sharp canines poke at your skin.

Your nails clawed at his back, trying to scratch at him and push him off but he was a determined man that wouldn't stop until you could feel him in your veins and your heart only pumped for him. 

"Don' fight it, once I bite you we'll be together forever baby."

And you didn't — or really you couldn't. You couldn't fight how he held you down, his hot seed filling you up as he sank his teeth into your flesh, letting you shake and writhe until your hands fell limp and your eyes glossed over.

"You're beautiful like this." Andre grinned, his mouth covered in blood and the crimson liquid dripping down his chin. He looked down at your trembling form, licking his bloodied lips as he was entranced by your body shifting into a vampire.

His beautiful bride, a vampire just like him now.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

Authors Note: I put a bunch of references to sinners lol! If you've seen the movie then you probably noticed them

John prides himself in his professionalism but that professionalism wavered when he met his major's sweet eldest daughter.

cw: captain john price x fem!reader

John didn't become a captain through some stoke of luck. He clawed his way to the top — created a name for himself through sheer hard-work. Very few people could command him in the SAS, and one of those people was your father.

Your father was respected and feared, loved and detested — a man that made it to the top of the food chain with heavy scars to prove his worth.

You tagged along with your mother and father to some social event since your day was free while your little sisters went out with their friends. It's not like you had anything better to do so why not join them?

You smiled at every single one of your father's subordinates, noting how they all seemed to cower away and treated you like you were some bomb waiting to explode. It made a pout form on your face, feeling a bit frustrated that everyone thought you were like your gruff father.

Except one man. Captain price.

Not only did his warm smile make your heart leap out of your chest, but when he willingly extended his hand for a handshake and then kissed your knuckles — you became a puddle on the floor.

John knew the correct approach would have just been acknowledging his major's daughter but you were so pretty: your pretty navy blue blouse and chic white skirt that cut off at your thighs had his eyes glued to you. He swore you had a halo behind your head and a pair of white wings on your back — you looked so heavenly he would've fallen on his knees to worship you if you guys weren't at this event.

His boys could easily see the bewitched look on their captains face, teasing him and making smug remarks all throughout the night.

"The captains found a pretty bird, eh?"

He didn't care if you were the major's sweet daughter — he heard the soft gasp that came out your lips when his lips pressed against your skin and he knew he was going to be yours.

(Your dad was just happy that you picked one of his captains and not some snappy recruit)

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

「 Task Force 141 ❤︎」

ꕤ Captain John Price ꕤ Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley ꕤ Sergeant John "Soap" Mactavish ꕤ Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Price is absolutely baffled when he see's his lovie's phone layout (old man confusion)

cw: older!captain john price x younger!gn!reader (legal age gap)

When price started dating someone much younger than him — nearly a 20 year age gap — he knew there would be some generational misunderstandings.

You'd scrunch your face in bewilderment every time he'd reference some old childhood show he watched, a beat of awkward silence passing before it finally clicked in his head that while he was watching the show you weren't even a thought yet.

He'd look at you unamused whenever you talk in gen-z lingo, his eyebrows furrowed while you tried to explain "gyatt" in between your giggles because come on, how are you meant to tell him with a straight face that gyatt means a fat ass?

One lazy morning, you were doomscrolling through your phone, absentmindedly moving your thumb and not bothering to move as John sluggishly trudged towards you. His beefy arms curled around your waist, grumbling as he pulled you closer under the comforter — but then his eyes shot wide open when he saw how different your screen was.

It had little icons, pictures, and other things that definitely weren't on the regular iphone screen. Hell, you had a damn record spinning on there somehow!

"Why's your phone look like that?" John gruffly spoke, eyes squinted as you turned your head and laughed at his confused expression.

"I decorated it using widgets."

"Widgets?"

The lazy morning turned into you decorating John's phone (he requested a brown theme); you smiling as you handed it back to him after decorating it in a light brown aesthetic. He was surprised at how quick you had transformed his phone, but hummed in appreciation and planted a kiss on your cheek as a thank you.

The boys at base had a good laugh seeing their captain's phone all "dolled up." (Soap laughed the hardest so he was given bathroom cleaning duties for the rest of the month.)

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

Price is absolutely baffled when he see's his lovie's phone layout (old man confusion)

cw: older!captain john price x younger!gn!reader (legal age gap)

When price started dating someone much younger than him — nearly a 20 year age gap — he knew there would be some generational misunderstandings.

You'd scrunch your face in bewilderment every time he'd reference some old childhood show he watched, a beat of awkward silence passing before it finally clicked in his head that while he was watching the show you weren't even a thought yet.

He'd look at you unamused whenever you talk in gen-z lingo, his eyebrows furrowed while you tried to explain "gyatt" in between your giggles because come on, how are you meant to tell him with a straight face that gyatt means a fat ass?

One lazy morning, you were doomscrolling through your phone, absentmindedly moving your thumb and not bothering to move as John sluggishly trudged towards you. His beefy arms curled around your waist, grumbling as he pulled you closer under the comforter — but then his eyes shot wide open when he saw how different your screen was.

It had little icons, pictures, and other things that definitely weren't on the regular iphone screen. Hell, you had a damn record spinning on there somehow!

"Why's your phone look like that?" John gruffly spoke, eyes squinted as you turned your head and laughed at his confused expression.

"I decorated it using widgets."

"Widgets?"

The lazy morning turned into you decorating John's phone (he requested a brown theme); you smiling as you handed it back to him after decorating it in a light brown aesthetic. He was surprised at how quick you had transformed his phone, but hummed in appreciation and planted a kiss on your cheek as a thank you.

The boys at base had a good laugh seeing their captain's phone all "dolled up." (Soap laughed the hardest so he was given bathroom cleaning duties for the rest of the month.)

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

Counting the freckles on König's face as you two lay on the couch after an exhausting day

pairing: könig x gn!reader

König's face was a privilege only a select few people have ever seen in his life — barely enough people to count on one hand.

Even amongst those select few, they didn’t see his face on a daily occasion. He keeps his identity locked behind his sniper hood, leaving only his heavy gaze as a small window to his soul; everyone except his schatz.

during the long deployments where he was left with only a polarid of you tucked away in a pocket next to his heart he'd stare at it every night, his heart tugging wondering if you were safe — if he'll make it back to feel your touch on his scarred body.

When he returns he immediately tugs off all his clothes, haggard hands tugging at your own so he could feel you as close as possible; to feel you intimately without the restriction of cloth or anything else, just limbs tangled together in a loving embrace.

You lay on top of König, his large physique dwarfing you in comparison as your hands interlocked with his and lips lazily brushing against each others lips as you laid comfortably under the fluffy blanket.

His mask was tossed into a random cupboard, clothes strewn off into a corner of the room and his eyes half lidded as he looked at your gorgeous figure under the mellow sunlight. Seeing you bask like an angel under the warm light of the evening.

You broke away from the tender kiss, eyes glancing across his chiseled cheeks and noting the faint freckles on his face.

"You have freckles." You spoke softly, not wanting to break the silent peace in the room.

"Ja, they're more visible in the summer." Konig replies back, his cheeks tinting red seeing the star-struck look on your face — like the simple dots on his face had carved their way into your heart.

"They're pretty." You'd hum, your lips gently grazing against his cheek and pressing a soft kiss against each one. König let you pepper kisses all over his face, letting himself be a canvas for your kisses as he floated away somewhere soft and away from the war-torn and violent world he was brought up in.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week

cw: könig x afab!reader

König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.

So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.

"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.

"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.

"Period?"

"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.

After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.

"I can't believe women have to go through that."

"Once a month for the rest of our life."

"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.

From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)

His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.

trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.

he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

Simon hums Pretty Little Baby by Connie Francis as he cradles his son.

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

Music wasn't something simon indulged in often. The closest he had gotten was the jazz background music that would be muffled in the pubs he frequented, but even then he rarely paid attention to it; His mind occupied with nursing the drink he would be having that night.

But then he met you.

His sweet, musically inclined, bird that always had some sort of soft music playing as you idly worked, or had your headphones on while mindlessly scrolling on your phone and humming to whatever song you were listening to.

It made silence unnerving and he soon began seeking songs to fill the void of emptiness left from lack of noise.

At base his finger would tap the rhythm to the song you were currently obsessed with that week, and in the solitude of his office he'd hum a tune from one of your songs. His gruff tone was nothing like the original quality of the song, but he did it regardless — maybe to mimic and feel closer to you.

As the years went by, Simon's knees were getting weaker and his body wasn't moving like it used to anymore. Begrudgingly, he retired from the force. Still kept in contact with them, but he wanted to begin a new chapter in his life — a chapter with you at the center, belly swollen and cradling a new life made from your shared union.

Simon's burly arms built for guns and violence now held your little one, thick arms made from war now made to cradle your baby. He swayed with the hushed hum of music, his voice mellow to not alert his sleeping son.

The early rays of the morning sunlight filtered through the nursery, his little boy squirming in his arms and wriggling at the sunlight.

"It's alright honey— I know, I know, you ain't an early bird either are 'ya? Just like 'ya mum." Simon whispered, his gruff voice filling the cozy little nursery, gently bouncing his squirming son.

He chuckled seeing his hands in tight fists, as if trying to fight the rays of sunlight, fussy and squirmy. "Pretty little baby," Simon started, his voice sultry and smooth, still under the effects of sleep.

"You can ask the flowers, I sit for hours."

"Tellin' all the bluebirds, the bill and coo birds."

"Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you."

Simon's lips curved into a smile seeing his baby boy fast asleep in his arms, his little chest slowly moving up and down, lulled by the voice of his daddy.

10 years ago Simon never thought he'd be here, cradling a little baby in his arms, and an adoring partner tucked under the covers of their shared bed, but here he was, the happiest man on earth.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」