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ethel cain did sun bleached flies last night yall…i sobbed so fckn hard
TASK FORCE 141 | MW3
Waking Up In Vegas - WIP
since this next chapter is taking me a disgustingly long amount of time (i am deeply sorry, i went and got myself covid and I've been WIPED) i thought i'd share a little snippet to tide yall over <3
enjoy!! we'll get back to regularly scheduled programming v soon
His knee bouncing, which you had initially passed off as some sort of ADHD manifestation, was beginning to intensify the closer the plane got to the runway. That, combined with his white knuckles wrapped around the armrest, and your expert detective skills, had led you to one single conclusion.
"Oh my god, are you scared?" You mutter, eyes widening in sheer wonder.
Simon gives you a look dirtier than your mother's when you told her you were joining the army. He straightens up as if to justify himself further.
"Take-off makes me nervous...s'that okay with you?" He hisses.
"Oh, don't get defensive with me, Mr. Trained Killer, I'm only asking." You retort, unable to help the smirk drifting to your cheeks. "Didn't think you were scared of anything."
The plane was beginning to rev up, flight attendants taking their seats. Simon pushes his head back against his headrest. "Ohh, god."
It was evil of you really, to be snickering at the sight of your Lieutenant in such distress, cruel. But it just felt so cathartic.
"Don't be such a baby." You mumble, glancing out the window.
"Did you know that the most dangerous part of a flight is the first three minutes after take off?" He sputters, hand grabbing yours.
"Okay, big guy." You grin, patting the back of his hand with your free one. Damn his grip sure was tight.
"It's true. Engine failure, happens all the time. We'd crash right back into the tarmac and we'd be ash."
The guy in the aisle seat gave Simon an even dirtier look than the one he'd given you moments ago. "Okay, Si, you're starting to scare the sane people." You remind him, his vivid description of imminent death not doing wonders for your peace either.
The plane began to move, barreling down the runway, the speed picking up. Simon squeezes his eyes shut, hand tightening around yours, practically dwarfing your calloused fingers.
"Ow! Simon!" You growl, pulling your hand away as the plane's wheels lift off the ground.
In a moment of what could only be called stupidity, Simon grabs your thigh in a panic, needing something, anything to hold onto.
I mean, there was a perfectly good armrest between the two of you, but sure, your thigh was totally not inappropriate.
He pulls his hand away as soon as he realises, which to you, seems way too long. He glances over at you, the aircraft flying higher into the clouds, the angle of ascension adding a certain ambiance to the look on his face, one that you would surely be adding to your long-term memory in order to revel in his panic later on.
"Nice armrest, huh?" You nod, face written in tight-lipped awareness of how awkward this was.
At least Simon's next three minutes were spent in horror over the fact that he'd just groped you, and not in counting the seconds until he felt safe on this flight.
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not now kittenwhiskers daddy will discuss it later
SERIOUSLY THOUGH mad respect for those participating its soo much hard work that i’m just not prepared to do HOWEVER ill be posting a nice halloween themed fic at the end of the month <3
on my david lynch shit atm
Been busy this week so waking up in vegas chapter 3 will take a little longer 🤧🤧
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Boyfriend!Simon attempting to pull you away from your laptop late at night cw: fluff, fluff, oh and did I say fluff?
"Love, y'been typing away all night, give it a rest now, eh?" Simon grumbled, laid on his side next to you on the bed, just watching his smart girl hold up her nine to five. Or rather, what had recently become a seven to eleven due to the deadline on Friday. You and your coworkers had been scrambling around the office, grasping at every spare second to try and get this done. You just needed more time.
"Can't stop, just had my fifth coffee babe, m'on a roll." You muttered, eyes focused on the screen, manicured fingers working away. The words were flying out of you, you couldn't possibly give up now.
Simon sighed, unwilling to admit how desperate he was to just snuggle you. Was it so bad for a hardened war veteran to want a little something soft and plush to hold onto at night whilst he slept?
He had been watching you work your ass off all week, working at ungodly hours and waking up at the asscrack of dawn. It reminded him of his days in the 141, which pretty much solidified his opinion that office jobs should not be run like the SAS. You needed a fucking break.
He was pawing at your laptop like a cat now, closing the lid slowly on your fingers. "Nonono- wait!" You panicked, typing the last sentence out as fast as you could, kicking Simon in the shoulder to get him away. "Just one more minute, I swear-"
"Y'dont stop now, you never will, babe." He reminded you, tugging the device out of your hands. You despaired, like a mother stripped of her child, shoulders slumping, hands landing back in your lap.
Simon set the laptop aside before turning back to you, tugging you down the bed by your ankle. He crawled over you and placed a big wet kiss to your cheek, stubble grazing your skin.
"Get some rest. No use to that company if yer dead." He mumbled.
You rolled your eyes, hiding the small smile on your lips as you turned over onto your side, Simon's arm tugging you into his chest.
You loved this bloody guard dog.
Been chained to my laptop with schoolwork recently - if only a big strong simon ghost riley was here to comfort me 😖
More Simon oneshots hereeeee thankyou for reading loves <3
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Metallic Stallion
synopsis: After an awkward dinner with your estranged brother, you can't help but feel blindsided by Simon and his complacency. The two of you end up in a screaming match, yet even when you’re angry, tears blinding your vision, frustrated with Simon beyond comprehension, there’s still something so irresistible about him that makes you want to ride him like a damn horse.
pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader cw: smut, porn w plot, suggestive content, slight touch of angst + argument, angry sex, riding, manhandling, reader putting Simon in his mf place, femdom/switch dynamics, FINGERS IN MOUTHS!!!, sprinkle of pathetic simon, toxic simon, how many horse references can i put in one fic challenge a/n: Full disclosure I know nothing about riding horses, however I do know about riding assholes! enjoy ;] wordcount: 2.7k
Inspired by 'Metallic Stallion' by MARINA
Two words you would use to describe Simon Riley: sturdy and spirited. It wasn't that you had meant to associate your husband with the same Friesians you'd ridden as a young girl, it was just that the similarities were so obvious to you.
Thick muscles like something carved out of stone, skin lathered in ink the same shade as your first stallion. Without even realising it, you'd surveyed Simon like you were at an auction when you'd first met, glancing him up and down. Okay, strong legs, wide hips, steady set in the shoulders...he'll do.
Why your equine childhood had shaped so much of your adult decisions, you had no idea, but you did know it had made for great judgement in the sexual partner category.
submissive male alert submissive male alert
Metallic Stallion
synopsis: After an awkward dinner with your estranged brother, you can't help but feel blindsided by Simon and his complacency. The two of you end up in a screaming match, yet even when you’re angry, tears blinding your vision, frustrated with Simon beyond comprehension, there’s still something so irresistible about him that makes you want to ride him like a damn horse.
pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader cw: smut, porn w plot, suggestive content, slight touch of angst + argument, angry sex, riding, manhandling, reader putting Simon in his mf place, femdom/switch dynamics, FINGERS IN MOUTHS!!!, sprinkle of pathetic simon, toxic simon, how many horse references can i put in one fic challenge a/n: Full disclosure I know nothing about riding horses, however I do know about riding assholes! enjoy ;] wordcount: 2.7k
Inspired by 'Metallic Stallion' by MARINA
Two words you would use to describe Simon Riley: sturdy and spirited. It wasn't that you had meant to associate your husband with the same Friesians you'd ridden as a young girl, it was just that the similarities were so obvious to you.
Thick muscles like something carved out of stone, skin lathered in ink the same shade as your first stallion. Without even realising it, you'd surveyed Simon like you were at an auction when you'd first met, glancing him up and down. Okay, strong legs, wide hips, steady set in the shoulders...he'll do.
Why your equine childhood had shaped so much of your adult decisions, you had no idea, but you did know it had made for great judgement in the sexual partner category.
a humble gift from me to you full Ghost ass is on my bluesky
ugh i love old man yaoi
writing smut feels like stripping naked infront of a crowd of people i really be baring my soul to u guys
Waking Up In Vegas
Synopsis: You and the 141 decide to spend a night in Vegas to celebrate completing a mandatory training week in the heart of Nevada’s desert. It was simple in theory — a few drinks, see the city, browse the casino floors, and you’d be on a flight home the next day. But when you wake up in the morning with one more ring on your finger than memories to accompany your newfound marriage, things begin to spiral.
pairing: simon "ghost" riley x f!reader warnings: alcohol misuse, mentions of smoking, mentions of sickness, violence, slow burn, fake-dating, eventual smut, suggestive content
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doing some housekeeping - chapter 3 out next week :]
Waking Up In Vegas
Synopsis: You and the 141 decide to spend a night in Vegas to celebrate completing a mandatory training week in the heart of Nevada’s desert. It was simple in theory — a few drinks, see the city, browse the casino floors, and you’d be on a flight home the next day. But when you wake up in the morning with one more ring on your finger than memories to accompany your newfound marriage, things begin to spiral.
pairing: simon "ghost" riley x f!reader warnings: alcohol misuse, mentions of smoking, mentions of sickness, violence, slow burn, fake-dating, eventual smut, suggestive content
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Reader getting a tattoo of Simon’s name. cw: fluff, suggestive content, Simon is down baaad
"Si?" You called out, having just come back from the tattoo parlour on the high-street.
It had been on your mind for a while, the prospect of getting your military husband's name tattooed across your hip, marking you as his. The idea lived inside your mind as exactly that for the longest time: just an idea. But with Simon finally home from another long mission, you wanted to surprise him, do something nice.
After finally deciding to just bite the bullet, you booked the appointment that morning, and told Simon you were leaving to grab something for dinner that night.
You weren't exactly lying— you knew that you would be dinner after he saw you like this; branded as Mrs Riley.
He was in the kitchen, browsing the contents of the fridge after you'd stocked it for his arrival. Why you'd left to go buy more food was beyond him— he was sure there was plenty. But you just had to make it perfect, his sweet little control freak.
"In here, babe." He grunted, leaning back to assess the beer situation. Simon had never been a big drinker, but then again, he was in the market for some relaxation. He'd just completed a long deployment, why not celebrate?
You appeared and he shut the fridge door, raising a brow at the lack of Tesco bags in your hands. You were smiling up at him like you were about to pull a rabbit out of a hat.
"You're scarin' me, sweetheart. What is it?" He asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"Got you somethin'." You said.
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
"Alright. Go on then." Simon muttered, not entirely convinced that you weren't joking.
Unable to wipe the grin off your face, you reached down to hike your joggers down at the waist, letting them sit a little lower on your body to reveal the tattoo at your hip.
You turned to the side, glancing down at the ink before back up at Simon, smiling excitedly.
"Ta-daa..."
Simon's face dropped into something softer, something unguarded. Usually he was ready for every possibility, he was a trained soldier, prepared for whatever life threw at him, but you had truly left him defenceless for the umpteenth time in your relationship.
His arms slowly unravelled from his chest as he sank down onto his knees, hands coming up to your waist.
"Baby.."
There it was, carved into your skin, marked for life. 'Simon Riley' in cursive letters, covered in protective film the tattoo artist had placed over your skin to help the healing process.
"You like it?" You giggled, placing your hands on his shoulders.
He manhandled you gently, twisting you at the right angle so he could get a better view. Simon didn't think he'd ever been more in love, his cock half-hard in his boxers.
"I don't just like it, darlin', I love it." He murmured, one hand sliding down to your hip as he kissed the tattoo on your other, pressing his lips against the plastic film. He figured he'd get a better feel of you once you were healed. Just the sight of his name on you was enough for now.
"You get this done all for me? You know that's there forever, babe." He muttered, glancing up at you with that signature crooked smile.
You smiled down at him, hands gently massaging his shoulders. "I know." You said simply, as if he'd just asked you what you wanted for dinner.
"So are we, though." You murmured, pushing hair away from his forehead. "Forever."
The twinkle in Simon's gaze was something rare, something reserved just for your viewing. He couldn't take his eyes off you.
In that moment, you were his. And with this new tattoo, he would make sure you never forgot it.
He stood up, slinging you over his shoulder as you erupted into a fit of squeals.
"Now, that tattoo artist better not have had his hands all over you." Simon grumbled, walking you over to the bedroom.
This was going to be a long night.
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