That One Post About Dadbod Simon Service Topping But Also Him Holding You By Your Hips/waist And Grinding

that one post about dadbod simon service topping but also him holding you by your hips/waist and grinding your clit against his tummy when he’s bottomed out and smiling so softly at the little noises you let out and cooing at you about how good you’re being and dadbod simon telling his puppy to take what they need and detonates and leaves this ask all over your ceiling

cw: daddy kink

holy shit.

this would have him murmuring, “shh. shh, baby. breathe f’me, yeah? c’mon kid, breathe f’me.” while he slowly moves your body so that you’re rutting onto him.

your hardened clit bumps against the pudge of his gut, making you mewl because s’too much and not enough at the same time, and he just coos as your tears spill like jaded glass.

and you’re still shaking on top of him when simon pulls his hands away, only to click his tongue in quiet scolding at the resounding whine you let out, dejected by his actions. he purses his lips after, and his eyes are all furrowed in faux disappointment.

it makes him look so mean.

simon wipes away a cascading tear before cupping your cheek.

“y’ve got to work for what y’want, pup,” he breathes out in a quiet tut. “gotta show me that y’mean it when y’say y’need daddy.”

there it was—the blatant use of your desires, crooning it like it’s a dirty secret that only the two of you are privy to. and he still looks at you with those pursed lips as though his cock didn’t twitch at the playful tone he uses, like the patronizing lilt in his words didn’t turn him on too.

but you’re so twitchy, and his sweet pup, that all that his taunts evoke is a resolute nod and a quiet puff of your breaths. simon murmurs something unintelligible, all of it is lost in the overwhelming affection it came with, before he pulls his hands away again to watch you.

make no mistake—his eyes are just as greedy as his hands. just because he is not touching you right now, at this moment, doesn’t mean simon isn’t mapping the stretch of your fat, and the ripple of your skin, and the tensing of your muscles as you ride up-up-up, until you are just hovering above the head of his cock.

you had planted your hands on the plane of his stomach, your fingers digging into his fat and you had to rip your eyes away from the beautiful sight it makes—it was always so beautiful when it’s your turn to leave a dimpling touch—to look at him. simon’s biting at his bottom lip to contain his smile. he sees the question in your eyes; the way you’re still asking for permission like the good pup you are. he lets out a quiet chuckle and gives a single nod. then, you’re dropping down.

pleasure explodes from within you, your mind pressing against the cages of your skull at the ripping intensity, and simon didn’t need to say more, do more, before you begin to ride him in earnest, using him to chase your orgasm.

he’s offered himself up to you, after all—

oh, what a good daddy he is.

Jealous!Ghost does something to me… sorry

He was everywhere, balls slapping heavily against the fat of your ass, your spine nestled into the wall as he fucked into you, cock splitting you open with the desirous intention to ruin you for anyone else.

“You gonna fucking talk to him again, hm?” He spat, licking a stripe of your neck as he held onto your hips, bruising fingers digging litters of marks against your pretty skin.

“N-No Simon,” you whined, hiccuping as he thrusted back into you, his voice menacingly low as he growled low in his chest. Your neck was stained with dark hickies, marks that Ghost needed everyone to see, especially the incapable Soldier who decided that sparring with you was appropriate.

“Fucking slut, ain’t you? My dicks not enough for ye’ or something? Gotta get it from everyone?”

His words shot through you as you choked out a moan, angry tip nudging your sweet spots with a fiery force, heat penetrating through you. His eyes were shot into slits, a possessive glint controlling every movement as he muttered into your neck.

“I see you around him again and I’ll kill ‘em, you hear me?”

You nodded against the wall, lower back aching at the constant pressure of being slammed against it during his fuelled assault against your squelching cunt.

Ghost didn’t say anything after he emptied inside you, guttural groan leaving his lips as he pulled out, dropping you to your feet and leaving in an aggravated hunch, your legs shaking as you tried to squeak out a ‘wait’.

More misogynistic ghost you say?

Reader as a sweet new nurse vs. Misogynistic Ghost

Meets reader after getting a hand injury and Price practically forcing him into going to the infirmary. Ghost notices immediately how soft and easily manipulated she is compared to the other more experienced nurses. Calls her "Sweetie" and "sweetheart" in front of the other nurses, knowing that they'd be too scared or put off by him to tell him off or have her do it. Asks her why she's joined the military and why a sweet girl like her isn't someone's wife at home. Eventually convinces (manipulates) her into going on a date with him.

Guilt trips her into change her date night dress because it's too revealing and she's gonna make his job of protecting her against big mean bad men soooo much harder now. Holds the door open for her, pulls her chair out, orders for her because the waiter doesn't "need" to take her order when your husbands right there, pays (of course), and takes her home all while expecting a "reward" for being such a good "husband".

I spoke my mind and drop my mic 🎤 😌

and you know he won’t leave. walks around your house naked and expects you to do the same after he fucks you, thinks wearing clothes around each other is pointless

if you had stingy parents (the type who had money but would never spend it on you. always made you send them money if they bought something for you), he’ll get upset when you offer to send him money for things. shoves any cash you hand him back in your purse

“y’sayin’ I can’t look after yeh? what kind’ve man takes his woman’s money?” he’ll spit. he takes it as a bruise to his ego. he takes it as you saying he can’t afford you. so he’ll drop extra money on you now. adamant on paying for your nails as often as he can or buying you high-end make up even if he doesn’t buy the right shade or type (all he saw was a tube the size of his finger and £49.99 on the tag so he bought two.)

besides, there’s other ways you can pay him back. you can have dinner on the table by the time he gets home from work, you can welcome him home with a nice blowjob under the table whilst he sips an after-dinner beer, you can rub his shoulders and wash his hair for him in the bath or you can keep his cock nice and snug in your cunt when you go to sleep that night <3

but he’ll never take your money

Simon ''Ghost'' Riley being a sweetheart

Reading the comic again so here's a small compilation of Ghost being sweet<3

Friendly reminder that despite the mischaracterization online, Ghost is quite the opposite of cold and mean. This man helped his brother recover from drug abuse and didn't return to the army until he was recovered, kicked his abusive father out of his mother's life, was the best man at his brother's wedding, loved his family, got revenge for his family after they were murdered despite wanting to kill himself, and knows very well how to calm people down, as well as being reassuring to hostages and telling his very difficult story to strangers in order to gain time to save them all.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley // Call of Duty MW3