Have A Few Works In The Making, And Just Want To Which One You Would Want To See First!

Have a few works in the making, and just want to which one you would want to see first! ☺️✨

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Nikto and you - first child (part 1) .

YES I CAN AND I WILL !!!!!!! STOP DISTRACTING ME FORM MY END GOAL OMGG 👿👿👿👿👿

YOU CANNOT OUT-BOOP THE BOOPER

@simp4konig 😝

FORNFUCKS SAKE ITS NEARLY 11PM BUT IM HERW READING THESE INSTEAD 🤡🤡

Fuck YOU🖕🖕 ANA FOR BEING AN AMAZING WRITER I HATE YOU SO MUCH❗❗❗❗❗(just kidding, THANK YOU for blessing my EYES 🤩🤩💞🌠✨✨💕)

ANYWAYS SPOILER ALERT BUT LIKE

AND AND AND AND THE ENDING????????

OH MT GOD IM IN LOVE HELP HELP HELP 😣😣😣💓💓 IN LOVE WITH SIMON **AND** YOUR WRITING :(((

-`♡´- More than just words

Pairing: Simon "ghost" Riley/fem!reader

Word count: 992

Warning: indecisive Simon, slight denial of feelings, and non-detailed description of sex

A/N: I’m still just a beginning writer, so I hope for your help, support and healthy criticism..If you want something specific, I will be happy to try to make it happen.I was hoping to write a little more, but… I'm too lazy an ass

I TRANSLATED MY ALREADY READY FANFIC INTO ENGLISH, SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE IMPORTANCES!!

English is not my native language!!

The feeling of the bed sagging under the weight next to you breaks you out of the trance you were in, turning your head away from such an interesting ceiling and meeting Simon's tired eyes. As always, his sleepwear is nothing more than underwear. Much to his disappointment, you had the decency to pull his oversized t-shirt over your practically naked body. His half-dried hair touches your skin as he slides into your tender embrace.

—How do you feel? - You mumble, running your hand gently down his back as his head finds support on your chest and you don’t mind at all that Ghost doesn’t respond, already feeling like today may have been a particularly hard day for him. You remove the large blanket from his body before he starts grumbling about how hot it is, considering that the dear lieutenant remembered to turn the fan on high. Simon presses himself even closer to your warm body. "She reads me like an open book," he thinks.

Your humble persona is patient with him. You take care of all his needs when he can't, even the little things. You put ketchup on his fries just the way he likes them. He always says he needs a little more even though it's the perfect amount. And you smile, playfully making fun of him and submitting to his desires. He might say that kissing "isn’t enough" even though you showered his face with caresses for 15 minutes. And you would obey without hesitation.

Sometimes he thinks you're doing it just to please him or because you don't want to lose him. And yet he was wrong every time, just like now, when he looks at you and sees the warmth of love in your eyes. He's all hunched over and squinting when you notice the bruise on his shoulder, but you don't question it. Although Mr. Riley knows that in the morning you will spend an extra 5 minutes with him to carefully put a cute bandage on him and give him an extra kiss. Oh gods, how he loves it.

—I love you. - Simon mutters, his voice hoarse with fatigue, but still there is genuine tenderness in it. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, kissing the back of your hand, and even goes further, leaving a row of kisses on each finger. Your ring finger gets extra kisses to make up for the silver ring he still hides in the small safe in his office at the base. "I'm almost done planning." - he thinks every day when he wakes up next to you. Every thought about you comes down to immeasurable love.

This is what he lives and breathes. So he gets annoyed every time he checks the calendar on his phone, counting the number of days until your planned trip. He's already struggling not to get down on his knees and propose without a ring, or to do it while his mouth is full of toothpaste and you're wiping the corners of his lips or while you're washing his hair. Fucking hell. Whenever you just commit an act of love, he can't help but feel his throat bubble with the desperation to let it all out and just confess everything he loves about you.

—I love you very much, Si. . .

—No. . .You do not understand. - Simon interrupts you with a sigh, sits up and before you can even comprehend his movements, with inherent confidence he spreads your thighs, taking his rightful place between them. Nevertheless, you realize where everything is going and you know that the man you love is very uncompromising. —Then help me understand.Show me Simon.. - You whisper softly, feeling his erection press against your thigh as he towers over you.

Large hands grip your head, and his night-dark eyes look down with a determination that makes your core pulsate. He looks so hot, his years-honed physique enveloping your entire body. The way he casually lifts one of your legs is always a reminder of how easily he could handle you, putting your body in positions you never thought possible.

—Oh, I'll show you, my dear. I'm the only thing you'll think about tonight. - Simon is not only an uncompromising person, but also a person who keeps his word.

—You are my everything and I love you so much. - His voice breaks with emotion you can’t understand, but he moves until he has both of your hands on the sheets.

Your legs stretch to accommodate, and you almost gasp as he pushes forward.he moves his hand between your legs and rubs gently. Slow movements make you mumble his name.

You sniffle, trying to catch your breath, but he picks up on all your feelings. The scent of his shower gel fills your lungs as he leans in to kiss you. —You're so good to me, baby. Always taking care of me. You fucking deserve everything in this damn world. - The lieutenant can’t help himself, he only thinks about you. This is especially difficult to deal with on long missions.

—B-but. . . - you can barely answer, you can only moan into his chest and let him take you. The brain wasn't even able to process how the body was reacting to everything. It felt right. Your heart becomes heavier and filled with love, which overflows into the little kisses you try to give him. —You make me so happy. So weak next to you.

Simon finds himself pouring out his heart. Of course, these are not the words he would actually say, but such an instant realization makes you both become even closer to each other. It seems to him that if he continues, he will be pricked with tears from emotions that he cannot express in words. It is to you that he hopes to return home with a box in his jacket pocket early the next morning, wondering if he should just give up on everything and finally ask his long-awaited question.

tags- @simp4konig

Hey Darling, I do hope you are doing well when you read this.

I really want to read angst, and reading about all of your posts(I'm so sorry if that sounds weird or creepy😭) But Heavy angst with Ghost or König would be great!!

I've alsi been daydreaming about an arranged marriage with one of them, and reader loves them but his love is returned, seeing as Ghost/König continuelessly cheats on them.

Or something like that, I'll leave the rest up to you. But I beg, please make it as angsty as you can!!! (Male reader too, please...)

Hello !! 😇 Believe it or not i LOVE writint angst 🥶🥶, so i could try!!

It'll probably be a gn readet as always, but I'll think ahout it ^^

Thank you for tje RQ! 🙈💞

Kms 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

"Why are none of my posts showing up in my own own tag?!! This is so weird wtff ☹️☹️"

Turns out im an IDIOT and the tag was wrong omg 💀☠️☠️

Guess i have two near IDENTICAL tags now,, idk if i should just remove it and stop whining but IDK 😭💔

Anyways i am FURIOUS bc the boop season is over and i cant boop back my two moots 😡😡😡 (you KNOW who you are 👹)

Timezones are SOO unfair 😭😭💔💔💔