LOTS OF YAPPING FROM SIMON. VERY MINIMAL DIALOGUE FROM READER.
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rivalking!simon, who you’ve hated for a very long time… well, that’s not entirely true… you used to be friends, just as your fathers used to be best friends—almost brothers, in fact—until your father grew greedy and wanted as much land as possible.
so he waged a war with simon’s father.
not the best idea. especially since it lasted 15 years.
you barely remember simon if you were honest, and you couldn’t even remember why you hated him. maybe it was because he was an egotistical asshole who still hadn’t given up this stupid war after almost 2 decades.
you hadn’t even seen him since the day your father waged a war with his father—that is until now, when you finally cornered him on the battlefield.
completely and utterly at your mercy after you slaughtered nearly his entire army.
to say that he had changed a lot would be an understatement.
from what you can remember, he used to be a scrawny, awkward teenager. but now? he’s just hulking mass of muscle—reduced to his knees at your feet—reluctantly begging for your grace as your blade poised against the vulnerable skin of his neck.
he looked pathetic.
especially when you saw that his face hadn’t changed after all of these years.
he always wore a helmet nowadays, but when you slipped it off after capturing him, you saw that his eyes hadn’t changed a single bit. you always loved that part about him—his eyes.
you found it quite endearing, to say the least, that even after he’d grown from a scrawny boy into a man covered in scars—with a nose that looked like it had been broken at least ten times and a perpetual five o’clock shadow lining his jaw—you knew you’d still be able to recognise him in a crowd.
you actually felt kind of…bad for him?…after all, he was the one who was so persistent on keeping the war going because he wanted to win.
but in the end he just had everything swept out from underneath him; stolen from him in a matter of hours.
so…you compromised.
you suggested that to keep his land, and parts of his power, he could be your prince consort.
and he was displeased, to say the least, when it was either that or be outcast and stay a peasant.
however, in your defence, you had to marry someone sooner or later, and it was either him or King Edmund—whom you were fairly certain fucks his sister.
you had a sharp tongue and that deterred a lot of your suitors, especially without your fathers assistance in keeping them around.
so the papers were signed, and simon didn’t even interact with you in the first month you were married.
he hadn’t even consummated the marriage yet!
not that you were complaining, but it would’ve been nice to know that you weren’t entirely repulsive to him.
yet he was always hovering somewhere, not directly next to you, but somewhere; especially when he’s observing your interactions with your household knight, and becomes extremely… intrigued?… with the dynamic you two share.
after some investigation, he finds out that you had in fact being fucking that knight for almost an entire year. to say that he was angry and shocked was a complete understatement.
after sitting on that information for a week, he decides to finally corner you about it…and by ‘corner’ he meant fuck you until you couldn’t think about anyone else but him…
he had you on all fours, with a meaty bicep curled around your neck, squeezing just enough so that you became lightheaded. his hips smacking against your ass, making sure you arch your back the right way so you can take him deeper and bear his sons.
“you thought i wouldn’t find out, huh?” he panted in your ear.
you whined in response—only mumbling out a petty plea shortly after when you could tell he wasn't satisfied
"please?" he mocked, the word a velvet-wrapped blade. "since when do you say please?"
"all you know how to do is take whatever you want without consequence," he scoffed out a laugh, "so since you're so desperate—", his hips lurched forward, "you can just take my cock instead."
every snap of his hips was a punishment and a reward, the wet slap of skin drowning out your fractured moans. he watched your nails bite into the sheets; felt the way your hole clenched around him like it was trying to keep him there forever.
"not so tough now, are you?" he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. "all that fire, all that defiance—gone in an instant."
"gonna make sure you remember this," he gritted out. "every time you sit on that throne."
"no one else gets to see you this way.”
"not the king of alvenia, not the king of astovia, not the king of goddamn anywhere."
his hand slid up your neck, gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at your melded bodies in the mirror that was beside your bed. "just me."
his abs were taught with pleasure as he tried to hold back on his impending orgasm—wanting to last as long as humanly possible because he wasn’t a teenager anymore. you could tell the sweat along his brow was starting to grow because even without the moonlight streaming in, it was becoming noticeable.
"do you want that?"
if you were honest, you were too fucked out to care, which is probably why you didn't answer.
that was until his spare hand collided with the front of your pussy, "answer me."
“m’so tired, si.” you mewled in protest, almost sobbing from the overstimulation.
“you’re almost there lovie, but you can’t come yet. ‘kay?”
you just weakly nodded. all you wanted to do was please him so you could finally get the relief you desired. but you suspected that before you even got to that point, he would just strip it away from you.
like he has for the past hour.
"i think you secretly like it. someone else making decisions for once…someone telling you what to do…being controlled…”
“you always work so hard. making decisions. leading everyone. no one's ever given you the chance to just…let go. to take some instruction for once."
your eyes were all of a sudden too bleary to even look simon in the mirror anymore. so, he just shoved your head back into the pillows, arching your back just right again.
"you like that idea, don't you?" he mused, voice thick with amusement. "being handled for once. no strategy, no politics—just feeling."
"let someone else take the reins while you drown in it."
his voice dropped to a breathless rasp against your ear as his thrusts grew quicker, chasing his own release without any concern for yours. "and i know you'd be happy like this. all soft and submissive. letting me take care of you for once. because deep down…you're just a princess who wants to be spoiled."
“si, i can’t—” you began to choke on your own moans as they grew louder and louder with every passing second.
"i know, i know." he reassured with a rough voice, "look at you...so loud for me, princess."
"i want everyone in the damn kingdom to hear who you belong to."
"you might be the boss during the day, but at night? this is my show."
the pace he set was relentless—not frantic, but calculated—each movement designed to wring every last drop of pleasure from you until you were boneless against him, utterly spent.
“there you go lovie, let go.”
his free hand slid up your spine, fingers threading into your hair just enough to tilt your head back so he could watch your expression, and the way your lips parted on a silent cry. when his orgasm finally crashed over him, it was with a sharp dig of his hips followed by small little jolts just to make sure his seed was embedded in your vacant womb.
even as he pulled out, he made sure your ass was basically vertical so that none of his load escaped, and when it did, he shoved it back in with his fingers.
“i hope you know, that this is all you’re going to be good for from now on...”
"…fucked out on my cock and taking my spend as deep as this pretty pussy will allow it.”
[Standing by the place where 141 bid their last goodbyes to their sergeant, another member of the squad stood in their place. Sergeant [L/N] looked out in the open water.]
[Y/N]: Hey, Sergeant MacTavish…It’s been a while.
[They sat down on the ground, still looking ahead while seeming solemn of coming to the resting place of the late member.]
[Y/N]: Everything went downhill since you passed away. Price killed Shepherd and is on the run, Laswell couldn’t tell us where our old captain is. Kyle…Prefers to have some privacy now. Ghost…Simon, he’s doing his part. I’m…lost. Everything is not the same without you.
[The eerie silence is the only thing accompanying them.]
[Y/N]: You know, I still remember when we first met. You were absolutely chaotic. A good kind of chaos in our lives. My first days were a mess but you were an amazing figure I looked up to. Taught me what I know now. *Looks down at Soap’s dog tags* Honestly, I wish you were still here. Breathing, laughing, even your cursing was comforting.
[They sat longer than they should’ve. Felt like hours.]
[Y/N]: I should be packing for deployment. I’m temporarily transferred to another squad and heading to Korea with them. *Sighs* You would’ve loved the place. Good food, alcohol, even loving the atmosphere in general.
[They pull out a bottle of Soju from their coat. Crack open the cap and pours some on the ground to pay respect.]
[Y/N]: It’s not your usual, but you still would’ve loved to try anything.
[They stood back up and dusted themselves off.]
[Y/N]: Johnny, if you’re hearing me from above or anywhere, watch over for us. For me…I miss you, honey…
[(A/N)]: Ever since the trailer for COD MW사 came out, I’m already feeling sad that it’s a reminder. Soap is gone.
Controversial observation but as someone who's fan of both tf141 and Phillip Graves, I gotta know why some 141 fans (especially the Twitter ghoap stans) are so obsessed with talking about Graves to the point they talk shit about the fans too, compared to Graves stans who only talk about him or their ocs most of the time.
And idc the rant about betrayal, by that logic Graves' fans could've done the same but they don't. They don't even care 😭
While the other side goes as far as calling both Graves and his fans racist based on what? His southern roots? Mischaracterisation AND stereotypical hatred. This just stupid.
You can hate a character but don't go for the fans of said character and their spaces? What is this behaviour? It's even more rampant with the new trailer nowadays.
