Baby Daddy Simon

Baby Daddy Simon

Reliving fond memories

Warnings: 18+, Smut, P in V, romance, mention of drinking

Whisky is the best remedy for a lost soul and the heart's desire.

He smelled of whisky.

You know what that means when he smells like whisky.

You can never tell him no. Not when those soft lost brown eyes stare right into your soul. The sadness melds into heated desires.

"Happy anniversary love," Simon whispers his hand pulls you in, and with his other handing you a bouquet of flowers. You know he had a few drinks, he did so every anniversary after leaving you, you think it's to build the courage to not fully face you.

You take the bouquet and try to pull it out of his grip, but he doesn't let you slide away from him. He buried his face into your hair before peppering her face with light kisses. You hate when he does this but at the same can't help but want it.

You often fantasize about your life before, living life not in hiding. To have Simon in your life proudly rather than sneaking around like star-cross lovers.

"Don't do this to me," You whisper It always brought you heartache afterwards. You slip from his grasp and set the flower in a vase before turning back, “(D/N) Will be coming back around dinner time—“

“That’s plenty of time love,” He whispers pulling you into a slow passionate kiss, You knew he still loved you, from the way he clung to you. His fingers interlocking in yours, how his eyes just searching for you, only you. Simon picked you up effortlessly sitting you on the counter and kissing you as if he was going to suck your soul from your lips, it almost felt nice being desired,

"Simon-"

"we're alone." He whispers, his lips ghosting yours as they part into a slow smile. It’s all in his eyes.

Desire.

Before you know it you’re in your bed— your marriage bed, the one Simon bought and assembled, the one that he helped move to your new place. The same bed you two sleep in here and there.

Simon kissed every inch of your chest as he moved downward, his callous hands pawing at your breast kneading it like he used to when it was painfully swollen before your daughter was born. Your back arched as the cold air-conditioned air hit your skin with his trailing kisses. Simon’s bare shoulders were always scandalous to look at, a man who always covered up seeing him bare-chested is always intimate.

Intimacy was the only thing he cherished more in sex, that and the vulnerability making loves bring. He had locked the bedroom doors, just in case. His hot wet kisses left shivers and goosebumps down to your pelvis, pulling your panties off and dropping onto the floor. Sex was something that Simon took seriously, he knew every inch of your body from what makes you wet, gasps, and pull at his hair.

His tongue swirls around your clit, lapping up at your wetness as he pressed his face further into it, his gaze possessively at you, lust, love, and pure desire staring back up at you. “You’re so pretty, Love,” You gasp and throw your head back, legs locking his head in place as you cum around his tongue. You let out a hoarse gasp and almost guttural moan. Simon chuckles and crawls forward giving you a sloppy kiss his tongue licking at your bottom lip.

You stared down at his cock, your mouth waters, it always waters for it. You almost felt like a virgin again, it’s very rare for the two of you to sleep together. He slowly eases into you, the ethereal feeling of someone you love filling you up, and the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. His movements were never rough or painful.

His spread is repetitive and you couldn’t hide your voice anymore, the low repetitive snap of his hips, the incoherent mumble of love, down to the way he smelled, everything was just heavenly.

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@yawnderu it’s a long time coming…..

Blind Love

Medusa Soap x Hero Ghost

Don’t hate me for OOC! I tried my best…

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Off the coasts of Sparta, in a small island once the shrine to Athena, broken and litter with the horrifically grandiose tender status of blissful hubris of mortal woes, was the lair of the only mortal Gorgon. For those Greek heroes who fall onto this island they would think this is a old shrine to Hecate, statues made from Daedalus’ own hands, details etched with perfect precision.

The marbles were well warn down to it’s white base hollow flat color only seen in the crevasse of the folds of marbles. A lone figure lives there abandoned by the gods, by all the gods, by the very goddess he worshipped, left to rot on a lifeless hideous island. The beach were rocky and new, filled with old rotting ships bobbed up and down some lossly drifting around the island, the locals call it The Fool’s Grave.

Sun-kissed and specialed with iridescent scales, and built like Achilles himself walked a lone figure, in robes of blue and gold, did he walk, past the Forrest of stone he made. Those statues of men were his only comfort for normality, if only they weren’t staring in fear, fear of him. He was cursed for a life of loneliness and isolation, waiting for a Heracles to slice his head off. He was curse to stay on the island, for no boats will move pass the shore, as even Poseidon does not wish to offend Athena.

A low rumble, scrapping of rocks and he knew their was another hubris hero coming for him. He turns around to find, a tall almost Harclean man standing there, impressive and broad, cover in dark leather armor, dark almost black cape, with a spartina helmet plums of black horse hair. A spartan is here to kill him. As this giant of a man, maybe a child of a god, maybe a son of Zeus was here to kill him.

He was No coward for every statue was a signs to the gods, a sign that he still live that all their heroes all their oracles and quest meant nothing to his hate and vengeance. He knew all these heroes that come were sent by the gods to die. These heroes full of pride and glory will all turn to fearful stone. The low hisses of his snakes were the only sound besides the dull beat of his heart in his chest. The man looms closer, foot steps sinking into the sandy soil.

He let out a familiar sign and his gaze rised, his cool almost white eyes meet, a void. Darkness except for the intense gaze of the Spartan.

He waited. And waited. But nothing arises.

The hero was inches away, a head taller, head bent staring down at him. It was almost embarrassing.

“You… You can stare at me?” The gorgon asks.

The hero drew his sword.

‘So this is how it ends?’ That was the only thought in Johnny’s head as the sword cleave through his neck. The world went sideways, but the gaze of that hero never blinked, never waiver. Maybe… If only.

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Inspired by @astheriiiart

@imakepapertrees @sparklingsprinkles @secretlyasalmon427

Zombie World

141, Farah plus Alex are on one crazy mission in Urzikstan dealing with a piece of strange machinery. It activated and the next thing they saw was two people looking down at them.

You and Leon, are new police hired for Raccoon City meet up at the old police station and join forces. It was you who found the unconscious group of soldiers.

"Wakey Wakey, Eggs, and Bakey," You said quietly shaking the one with a skull mask he stirred slowly and stared at you. It was incredibly awkward.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He asks you frown, he's British... why British?

"Raccoon City, I thought all personnel were pulled out?" You say slowly before looking around for any zombies.

"Bloody hell," You look over and see the one with the British flag on his cap sit up, You walk over taking his arm and gently lifting him up. He gives you a strange smile before he froze and just stares at you. "Police officer?"

"You alright?" A new voice asks, this one sounded American, which made you feel better.

"Put your hands up!" You froze and slowly looked over to see another one pointing a military-grade gun at you.

That moment you meet 141. You had to explain the current situation after one of the infected rushed at the unconscious woman.

To say they were in shock is less accurate than pissed.

Once you reach back up to Leon you explain what you two know.

"So... Officer," Gaz said looking at you, "What's going on?"

"We don't know. When we both got here people were trying to attack us, if you get bitten you turn-"

"So Zombies?"

"What are Zombies?" You ask. They all look at you and you turn to Leon who also looks confused.

"The living dead." The Scottish one laughed.

"Let's cut the crap," Leon steps forward, "Racoon City will be nuked soon, we need to get out of here, and find Claire and flee the city." I look over at him and we both nod.

"We need to go home," Farah said.

"Well... Figure it out once we run from this City, Maybe our government can help you?" You suggest. She looks at you before nodding and looking at the map of Raccoon City.

"We need to split up," Ghost spoke up.

That's how you meet a strange task force from another dimension.

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Would anyone want this a full fic?

Does Baby Daddy! Simon still love reader? Does he ever wish they could have had more kids so their daughter could have siblings? I just need the knowledge if he still loves reader even though he divorced them for their protection 😭

Also, really obsessed with your nontoxic baby daddy! Simon headcanons 💕💕

Oh my god thank you! I know Simons is rough and can be scary but I 100% believes he couldn't hurt his family or partner, from his voice lines he wants to be better, wants people to be better than who he is.

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Yes 100% since Reader love him for him, he wishes he still could be married.

Simon doesn't date and if he does it to further the idea he is a single man who never been married or have children, Soap and Gaz have tried to hook him up with girls, theirs a running gag to see how he rejects these woman.

He still sends flowers to Reader on valentines and on their anniversary. Both Reader and Simon don't remarry or date even though they divorce, they still obviously love each other.

If they stayed married I see him having at least a son and two daughter and a dog for a pet. You know he be the dad every boy or girl is scared by except for his kids.

I see he would have a son who likes airsoft guns who likes motorcycles. A sporty oldest daughter who probably fights him on the boys/girls she dates and the youngest daughter who's super girly, always have panted nails. And a chihuahua German Shepard mix (aka a chihuahua with the coat of a German Shepard).

I definitely think on better days Simon does think about having a bigger family, being a family man, but those are only dreams.

Honey Badger Hybrid!

- Honey badger hybrid! Reader who's short and feisty

- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader who picks a fight with Ghost just to eat his food in front of him

- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader who can take a bullet and be fine because they got tuff skin

- Honey badger Hybrid! Reader that throw themselves into any fight for the fun of it. (it takes two people to make them stop as grabbing them by the scruff of their neck isn't good enough)

- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader was once caught eating a giant bee nest (larvas) and taking stings like it was nothing

- Honey badger hybrid! Reader Who likes terrorizing the enemy by running in screaming

- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader Who screams black sir force vibes they got into 141 by taking an entire militia (20 people) and coming out mostly unharmed

- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader who eats once drank poisonous and passed out (look really fuclkng dead nearly hurried alive) only to wake up two hours later like nothing happened

- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who doesn't value their own life and love life as of warring and fighting is everything

- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who likes to chew on Ghost stuff to establish dominance (believes Ghost is the top dog because he's the biggest. Ghost is so done with them but it's kinda cute watching them destroy things)

- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who gives Gaz a annurism by how they can first escape jail (the confinement they put them in for being bad) and how they can outsmart him (they are very cocky about it)

- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who sucks up to Laswell for some tasty treats while simultaneously being a menace to 141

- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who sleeps all day and has zoomies all night (Likes to Harrass Ghost because he's a light sleeper)

so about baby daddy!Simon does he love reader? was it meaningful sex that started it or was it just a childish fling?

He surely was head over heels. First serious girlfriend, as a mama’s boy he wanted to be better for his partner and lover. It was a drunken moment, both thinking they know what they were doing.

When reader got pregnant she immediately hide it until she finally broke. They both freaked out reader told their parents. They did break up for a few month as they argue what to do, Simon wanted to keep the kid but it was mainly up to Reader. Simon talked to his mother, and after that conversation he immediately went to reader and they sorted things out.

When Simonfound his dead family he immediately drove to his house and killed one of the assailant. That was when he know its time to split up. Technically reader is a widow but between the two of them they are divorced.

Simon still loves reader, dearly he doesn't date still to some extent staying loyal.