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welcome to my little corner of the void. i’m a writer with a soft spot for the height of ser duncan, the chaos of dom, and the silence of simon riley. you can call me mire ♡ —she/her.

this is where i archive my fics and let my thoughts wander a little too far. i hope you find something here that keeps you company for a while.

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the archives

‎♡‧₊˚ ser duncan the tall ‎ ‎♡‧₊˚ the thickest knight in the seven kingdoms.

↳ [masterlist] — all fics, headcanons, and series.

‎♡‧₊˚ yungblud/dominic richard harrison ‎♡‧₊˚ late nights, messy eyeliner, and rockstar boyfriend energy. purely for the heat.

↳ [masterlist] — enter for some hot stuff.

‎♡‧₊˚ simon 'ghost' riley ‎♡‧₊˚ mire07 reporting for duty.

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your mess

simon ghost riley x female reader, 18+

It's the way he looks at you, really. With those dark eyes that seem to see right through you, that make you feel like you're the only person in the world. It's intoxicating, the way he watches you, like he's memorizing every detail, every curve and hollow of your body.

You're on your knees in front of him, his fingers tangled in your hair as you take him into your mouth. He's big, heavy on your tongue, but you don't mind. You love the way he fills your mouth, the way he tastes. You never want to stop.

"Christ, love," he groans, his accent thick with desire. "So bloody beautiful."

You glance up at him through your lashes, your cheeks hollowing as you suck him deeper. The praise sends a thrill through you, your core clenching with need. You love this, love the way he reacts to you, the way he loses control when you have him like this.

"Your mouth," he pants, his hips thrusting shallowly. "Fuck, it's perfect."

You hum around him, the vibrations making him curse. His grip on your hair tightens, but he's careful, always so careful with you. You appreciate it, but right now, you want him to lose that control, to use you for his pleasure.

"Take it all," he commands, his voice rough. "I know you can."

You do, relaxing your throat as you take him to the hilt, your nose pressed against the coarse hair at his base. He groans, his head falling back as he fights the urge to thrust. You can feel him pulsing on your tongue, the taste of his precum salty and addictive.

"You're so good to me," he praises, his free hand cupping your cheek. "So fucking good."

You pull back, lapping at the head of his cock, your eyes never leaving his. You love the way he looks right now, flushed skin, his chest heaving with each breath. He's beautiful, and he's yours.

"Simon," you whisper, your voice hoarse from taking him so deep.

He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust. "What is it, love?"

"Want you to cum for me," you tell him, your hand stroking him in slow, firm pulls. "Want to taste you."

He groans, his hips jerking at your words. "Fuck, yes. Just like that. Make me cum, sweetheart."

You obey, taking him back into your mouth, your head bobbing as you suck him with renewed vigor. You can feel him getting closer, his cock swelling on your tongue, his breathing becoming more ragged.

"Gonna cum," he warns, his hand tightening in your hair. "Gonna fucking cum all over that pretty face."

You don't pull away, too lost in the pleasure of pleasing him. When he does cum, it's with a shout, his hot release spurting onto your tongue, your lips, your chin. You swallow what you can, the rest dripping down your skin as you continue to milk him for every last drop.

Simon is panting above you, his chest heaving as he looks down at you, his eyes soft with affection. "You're a mess," he says, but there's a smile in his voice.

You grin up at him, licking your lips clean. "Your mess."

He chuckles, pulling you up into his arms, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

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tobacco ghosts and the soft taste of late nights drag across my mouth where your lips hit mine. you brush ash across my cheek like a fallen star, and right there in the dark, under the music pouring out of the walls, you gently stamp your name into my skin.

when you reach for me, there isn't a single hesitant bone in your body. your arms fold around me like a sanctuary, heavy, sure and deliberate, hushing the noise in my head and bringing me safely down to earth. you hold me until the shaking stops. you are my steady ground, the quiet strength that shelters me from the storm.

we play this delicate, exquisite game. you reach, i hesitate, a quiet pendulum between my fear and my return. but then your hands rest at my waist, grounding me with a firm, inescapable pressure that steals my breath. it’s deep, intense, and grounding. it’s the only thing that reminds me i’m safe here with you. the whole world shrinks down to the soft, familiar map of your face. i’m spinning, but your grip is the gravity keeping me tethered.

throw your arms around me and let everything else fade away. let all my petty anxieties dissolve like salt in the ocean. trace my cheek with your knuckles. hold me so close the rest of this roaring world turns to static. against the steady, rhythmic beat of your heart, i forget every scar i’ve dragged through this life.

pump your blood into my veins for five minutes. let me feel what it’s like to have a pulse that doesn't shiver, to stand in this world completely unafraid, pinned against the solid wall of your body. i want to sink straight into the deep, quiet dark of your eyes and lose myself in the safety you give me.

my head is heavy, full of quiet wanting. let me drop it like a weight onto your shoulder. let me anchor myself in your soft certainty and never move again. take all my old miseries, the heavy chapters, the volumes of ache. burn them all. just hold me in the quiet leftover space, anchor me to this life, and share your dreams with me instead.

[twolegsandbleeds]

when you and simon first got together you'd exclusively wear one of the little lace and mesh underwear sets you owned to try and get him into bed.

(not that you had to try very hard.)

and yeah, he loved them. he's not going to complain about his bird getting dressed up in ann summers finest. he'd be mad to be disappointed by see through lace and crotchless knickers.

but.

there is something uniquely you about what you wear to try and pull him now.

because apparently you now feel sexiest in silly little slogan tops and coordinating knickers.

the first one you wore, the one he has fond memories of, simply says sorry for being so sexy and funny, idk what's wrong with me.

he hadn't been sure what do at first, whether to laugh at the top or stare at the way it rode up to reveal the underside of your breasts; or run his fingers over the edge of the frilly knickers you'd paired with it.

(he also doesn't quite understand what's wrong with you, but he loves you anyway.)

the little pink t-shirt with my anxiety is chronic but this ass is iconic paired with a matching pink g-string? yeah. that works really well for him. nipples pebbled under thin cotton, undies hooked over to the side so he can run the pads of his fingers over your slit. that's some real good shit.

his absolute favourite though?

the one with future milf rhinestoned on it.

because yeah, after the amount of times he's gonna fill your cunt up whilst you're wearing it you better be fucking knocked up. and you are gonna be a fucking hot with a bump and swollen tits.

(six months later you're still wearing the top, but it's tucked over the top of an ever growing baby bump and can hardly contain your tits. simon has never fancied you more.)

[doomedl-ove]

"are you normal about-" no I'm an insane pervert

[wyvern-whiskey]

Meltinggg🫠

[slater-baby]

Random headcanon I have: Simon gets migraines. Like, the excruciating kind. They’re infrequent, but when they do happen, he’s down for the count for the entire day. They drop him harder than the bullets he’s taken in the line of fire.

You’ll find him curled up in bed, hoodie pulled tight over his face, blackout curtains practically sewn shut. And even at your small whisper of “you okay, Si?,” sometimes, all he can muster is a pained grown in response.

Touch will set him off. Trying to eat or drink is a chore. No amount of painkillers will help.

But at the same time?

This man would rather die than go to the doctors. Seriously, trying to get him to admit he needs a helping hand rather than pure will-power is damn near impossible.

You get him into your general practitioner eventually…but until then, you witness many of the (insane) ways he’s tried to relieve the pain before—and some of them worked too!!

Clipping your claw clip onto random parts of his face until it’s in juuuuuuust the right spot. (He accidentally fell asleep with it on and woke up with horrifying bruises all over his face).

Tying shoelaces around the circumference of his head…didn’t work as well as he hoped.

He once took four shots of vodka after barely being able to eat because…why not? Surprisingly, not as bad as he’d thought it’d make him feel (once he got over the insane tunnel vision first).

He smoked a full pack one time leant miserably over your bedroom window (he damn near threw up right after…actually, he did throw up right after).

But the absolute best method? A frozen bag of mixed vegetables over his eyeballs for at least an hour. And, no, it can’t be frozen potatoes or frozen green beans or anything else, even when those go on sale. It has to be frozen peas and carrots, mixed and cut the way that one company he can’t remember the name of does it, or else the paltry bag doesn’t fit on his fat forehead correctly and only makes the throbbing worse. You’ve gotten that lecture many a time by now.

He forces you to buy 14 bags of the damn things. You literally cannot put anything else in the freezer because of how much space they take up.

He hates peas by the way. Carrots are a close second.

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Hi girl I loved your breaking the protocol doc and was wondering if there’s a part 2 or a fic where they have the same dynamic much love!

Hey babe, thank you sm for reading!🩷 ‘breaking the protocol’ did have sort of a bratty reader, i don’t think i wrote more on that dynamic but i promise i will in the next ones

thank you sm for being here, all the love back at ya🤗🥰

[kiwilikethefruittt]

get it done.

do it weird. do it messy. do it scared. do it out of order. do it slow. do it a little bit at a time. do it.

[leaveityaara-deactivated2022091]

Hey (with the intention of making you so horny you can’t sleep at night without masturbating to the thought of me)

[goldours]

camille witt

[marquisdefag]

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝟎𝟐 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄; 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃

When he returns, Simon finds a scene so distinct from the candid splay of innocent flesh he had surreptitiously stolen earlier that he pauses to watch for just a moment, lest the noise of his movement disturb the scene. It seems their shared play and the late hour have tuckered the tyke out; Soap is silent up at his end of the country as Ghost eases himself quietly back into the desk chair and for the first time, allows the full of his face to show on the phone screen. - Chapter Five.

[liss-art]

GHOAP WEEK 2026 Day 3 Retired

[jeleynai]

This heat is frying my brainnnnn (and theirs too)

Another sketch from the Patreon vault c:

[cyberdrream]

18+ mdni simon riley’s breeding kink….. 

simon whines when he cums, making pathetic little noises as you work him through his orgasm, still trapped in your walls. you brush his hair away from his face, his blonde curls growing out of the army crop.

your hands brush against his scars, before he buries his face in your neck, “love- love…” he lets out a sigh, and your fingernails scratch his back, “y-you feel so good love.” 

you just gently pry his chin off you, looking into his eyes, cock softening in you, as you look up into his eyes. “you feel so good.” you say, gently, “you always do such a good job baby.”

he just looks back down at you with hazy eyes, that clear quickly. “love, i gotta get you pregnant, gotta make sure it sticks.”

you smile up at him, “course it’ll stick.”

“just one more time, just to make sure?”

( + he sits with you through all the morning sickness nausea ) 

[nixscriptum]

[fludderpy]

Now who could possibly be strong enough to pin Ghost to the mat (wip)