imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose
okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."
thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH
simon 'ghost' riley x reader
wc: 563
warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)
a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3
a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?
simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.
so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.
looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.
"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.
"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.
"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.
"i'm taken."
"i know." you replied with a short laugh.
"you should be touching me like that then."
it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.
"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"
"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.
"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.
sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.
"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.
you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.
"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.
"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.
simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."
you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.
you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.
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gonna rant again bc im seeing a lot of trans women on my dash having to carry the heavy lifting to argue for their basic respect and a lot of other queer people who want to ??? get mad about that apparently. for the record as usual: im tme, im not speaking for anyone besides myself and my perspectives, but I am trying to reach out to fellow tme people to level with y'all from inside the house.
i thought we all got past the 'calling people gendered terms when theyve asked you to stop' thing in like. 2012. i swear we were allllll on board with not calling women dude anymore, nerfing sir and ma'am, neutralizing collective terms for groups, and all of that was like, during the onceler era. that's how we got off-putting shit like folx into the mix - remember???? why are we here again.
to those who I've seen claiming that they REALLY genuinely don't want to offend anyone, and that theyre trying to understand the dude thing, and they don't want to be seen as transmisogynistic when they aren't: ok. let's talk about it. step one, stop sending that really loaded anon to a trans woman you don't know, and close that in-group hatepost with 100 replies from people name-dropping trans bloggers they don't like. try to open your mind and assume for the duration of this post that I am not cynically trying manipulate thousands of tumblr users into making Bro the next big swear word, but a fellow queer human being who thinks you're all being pretty intentionally obtuse about an upsetting trend in our community
to be clear: this post is about the issue of trans women being called bro, dude, man, etc., particularly in recent tumblr discourse about transmisogyny, and the backlash they face if they get upset about it. this is also maybe moreso about the shitty ass excuses I see tme people make for why they supposedly can't stop doing this.
so let's go through some of the things I've been seeing people say they don't understand, supposedly in earnest, about this issue
"I DIDNT USE DUDE AS A MASCULINE TERM. I CALL EVERYONE BRO. MAN IS A GENDER NEUTRAL TERM"
I'm not actually going to exhaust my list of reasons why dude/bro/man are not strictly neutral, but you should be pretty aware that all words have context. Dude might be seen as neutral in many contexts, sure, but 'woman who is frequently called a man by others' is a situation where the context adds extra meaning to your words, just like calling someone "sweetie" might be neutral in some cases, but if you've got the context of knowing that's your coworker who's half your age, it's a bit less neutral. If you're not capable of reading that context and being tasteful about when you say dude, then you need to at least be ready to respond gracefully when someone asks you to stop. This is the part I'd rather focus on.
"BUT I DIDNT MEAN IT THAT WAY. IM NOT TRANSPHOBIC"
I think you should consider broadening your perspective *beyond* your intention behind the word. people may already understand that you meant the word neutrally and therefore didn't have transmisogynistic intent, but that's not really the entire scope of what people are saying. if that's your only concern, you're just trying to clear your record, not actually listen to what they're saying.
there are lots of words people don't enjoy being called, and in most cases, when they say 'pls don't call me that', people respect that and move on. even if the word isn't a slur, if it hurts someone's feelings, we all as a society have agreed that it's pretty shitty to keep calling them that. if your friend asked you not to call them 'buddy' anymore because their dead grandparent called them that, or something equivalently personal, you'd probably respect that instead of telling them 'but I call everyone buddy!!' right? even if you didn't really understand why it bothered them so much?
there is a prominent tendency for trans women to be denied this privilege, and when they ask not to be called dude or bro, people don't seem to respect this request as much as they would in other situations. when I accidentally use a gendered word and someone tells me they don't like it, I try to respond with something like "my bad, I didn't mean it as misgendering but I can see you were still bothered by it, so I'll try not to keep saying it. sorry!" and most people are willing to accept that. when trans women ask people this favor, a lot of people get VERY defensive, and treat the request as inane or unfair, instead of just apologizing and moving on. this is why people are upset when this happens, and it's why people are calling your actions transmisogynistic
also like you might not be doing this, but a lot of people DO use dude and bro in an intentionally gendered way to make trans women uncomfortable. it's a power play bigots use to talk down to them or otherwise maliciously harass them. do you know what arguments they use to defend that behavior when called out on it? 'oh I call everyone that' 'dude is gender neutral calm down' 'dont overreact its just a word'. by acting like this, youre all just giving credence to those same arguments.
"WELL THEY SHOULDNT GET SO MAD AT ME WHEN I DIDNT MEAN ANY HARM"
they can get as mad as they want!! also, are you sure they're 'mad'? or are they just expressing their feelings about a negative topic to you, and it makes you feel bad, so you have to make them out to be unreasonably emotional? how do you think they should have phrased 'dont call me that' to better spare *your* feelings?
also like, in most cases, these women do not knowww you. if your main response to someone saying you disrespected them is to say "I didnt mean it that way, I meant it in a friendly neutral way", well that's NOT YOUR FRIEND! she has no idea what your opinions are or what you think of her!!! she has no reason to assume you only upset her in a friendly way and not a bad unfriendly way! but she did get upset, and she did the one thing she can do which is *tell you what upset her* and your response is to say "well actually you shouldn't be upset at all"??????
and another thing:
it's not just the issue of using the word 'dude', it's because you're coming off extremely dismissive of women who have asked you to stop doing something that harms them, and because your argument is basically that they just shouldn't be so bothered by it. or that they're stupid, irrational, or otherwise crazy for telling you that it bothered them at all, just because you Technically used a gender neutral word according to Your Rules. be honest, does that seem fair? If people were calling you something that bothered you enough to ask them to stop, and they responded like this, how would it make you feel?
focusing solely on your intent and what the words mean when you use them is the same thing as saying "just get over it". no woman should need to Prove to you that 'dude' is gendered for you to care about what she's saying. the fact that you're asking people to do that sucks and makes you look bad, which is why people are arguing with you and calling you a misogynist.
especially those of you who are only doing this with trans women who are actively arguing with. you're wielding misgendering as a cudgel and we can all see it, grow up please.
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Even more and more of obvious shit I point out because I want an excuse to rant while not interacting with actual people in real life who also like this show because I'm masking 😍💜💜
BARELY STARTED AND BRO. YOU JUST LET HER DO THAT TO YOU, ME PERSONALLY-
HE'S PETTING KEE-KEE I LOVE HIM SMM
HER HOOVES. I LOVE IT. NOT LIKE THAT, IM JUST A FURRY-
*grabs pen*
ANGRY CHARLIE FOR THE WIN. I LOVE WHEN THE HAPPY CHARACTER GETS ANGSTY (Cough. Luz. Cough).
The people writing fanfics where she gets FURIOUS. Omg. That was something I read. I LOVE MY FELLOW FANFIC WRITERS BUT OH MY- YALL REALLY HAD CHARLIE M A D.
"Uh-"
I love his reaction lmao look at his goofy face.
HER BOW BECAME HORNS (my "redesign" is now 100% worse)
SAD VAGGIE. THE BOW. DROOPY.
Oh and the angel dust fellow back there 🤯
I LOVE ROSIE SO MUCH HUH
Tall.
No explanation needed. <3
PLEASE HELP???
CUTIE PATOOTIE. I LOVE HER SM UGGHHH
CHARLIE HATES OLD PEOPLE COMFIRMED YAY 😍😍💅💅
Hot
That's it.
IN SYNC. I LOVE THIS SONG AND THE ENTIRE SCENE. WHY IS IT RANKED SO LOW WITH SOME OF YALL?? Okay well-
I thought this song was gonna be a Charlie and Vaggie duet- tbh I still preferred that BUT I LOVE CARMILLA SO I KINDA DONT CARE.
BUT I WAS ROBBED OF AN ACTUAL FULL CHAGGIE DUET (REPRISE DOESNT COUNT) IF H*SKERDUST GETS A FULL ONE WHY CAN'T CHAGGIE? *SOB* uhh anyway-
Is that. Like. How she thinks actually 😰
I know there's been a lot of the lack of Vaggie's self-worth, which I wish was explored into more. I just think the Vaggie(3rd) episode just wasn't needed at all if it didn't even have an impact. Don't get me started on that episode, it was rushed, too early to have character arcs already, and overall not needed or even should have existed periodt.
I hope they explore it next season because GOD this woman needs TO LOVE HERSELF. OR ATLEAST CARE ABOUT HERSELF LIKE????
SWEET MAMA PLEASE. TAKE ME IN YOUR WINGS AAAAAAAAA
Charlie, sharing is caring <3
Out of all the people I thought Charlie would vent to I didn't think it would be ROSIE. It's a nice surprise tho I love her <3
bisexuality.
That's it.
HE'S DANCING. ALASTOR IS DANCING. THEY ARE SLAYING BESTIES. THE MAN IS DANCING. HELP.
Season 2 is going to be Charlie in her villain era and Alastor's reputation era 😍
I LOVE VAGGIE'S FACE. PRECIOUS BABY UGHH... THEN THE WINGS REPLACE THE BOW AND DROOP UGGHH I HOPE IN SEASON 2 WE SEE MORE OF HER WINGS. OR CUT HER HAIR SHORT SO WE CAN HAVE IT ALL THE TIME. Also so Husk and Vaggie can bond over both having wings. Sorry I love their potential friendship so much. AND LUCIFER AND VAGGIE TOO!! BOTH BEING FALLEN ANGELS OMG. UGH THE POTENTIAL OF VAGGIE'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH NOT JUST CHARLIE ARE SO GOOD AND I HAVE BEEN ROBBED OF SEEING HER AS AN ACTUALLY MORE FLESHED OUT CHARACTER. I AM SCREAMING AAAAAAAA.
I can't say how much I love them. It's too much. I cant- yay the teaser image before the show came out <3 they are so fucking adorable. UGH SOME1 END ME
Charlie loves the wings hehehe. Vaggie looks nervous about it. It's probably a reminder to her about when she used to be an exterminator. The healing from everything will take a long time but hopefully Charlie will be there for her the entire time. And vice versa
Ayo- 😰
CHARLIE. T H E PRECIOUS BABY.
Uh next one tomorrow cuz yeah 🤯
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Dads best friend 💫
(I stopped doing the red: Miguel thing bc it takes a long time)
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(summary: your dads best friend came to the small celebration of you coming back home from college, and since your father got drunk he stayed home to help with him after he thought you went to bed, and found you in your room.)
CW: sex toys, edging, spit kink, size difference, age gap (23 and 47), dirty talk, choking, cum licking.
(this one doesn't have sex, but I'm gonna make a series like this after KinkTober)
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"Welcome home sweetheart!" your dad called from the kitchen as you walked in with your suitcase in your hands.
"hey." you said, then walked into the kitchen. across the counter was Miguel, wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of gray jeans, holding a glass of whiskey.
"hey." he said and you looked at your dad. "what's he doing here?" you asked and your father raised an eyebrow.
"well that's no way to greet your dad's best friend." he said jokingly, and your father nodded.
"what's gotten into you? be polite." he said sternly and you sighed.
last time you'd seen Miguel, he found your diary while him and your father were packing your things to go back to college for another semester.
he'd read it, curious of course. and he found out you liked him, and for a long time at that. you went into descriptions of things you wanted him to do to you, and things you wanted to do to him. how you think he'd feel, estimates of how big his dick was, etc,. he was flattered to say the least, and confronted you about it, but you got embarrassed and had yelled at him.
"Hi Miguel." you mumbled, then walked down the hall to unpack your things.
after you'd finished, you came back out and your father and Miguel were sitting at the table, drinking and laughing. (your father more than Miguel.)
your father looked at you, clearly already buzzed and he smiled.
"well don't be shy! come over here and celebrate!" he gestured you to come over, and you sighed and sat at the table.
Miguel and your father were sitting across from each other, so you had to sit in the middle.
your father poured you a glass of whiskey, and you took it but didn't drink it.
"so how was this semester?" Miguel asked and you side eyed him.
"fine." you said plainly, and your dad was too drunk to notice your attitude so he didn't say anything about it this time.
Miguel just simply nodded, and you tried your best not to look at him. but his pecs poking out of his shirt were basically calling to you.
your father started blabbing about his new job as you sipped on your whiskey.
Miguel was nodding and occasionally asking a question, just to make him feel like he was listening, but again he was too drunk to notice.
your shorts were stuck to your thigh, so you adjusted yourself and pulled them off. your knee bumped Miguels, and you didn't notice but he had to turn away for a second.
he had a painful boner already growing in his boxers just from looking at you.
after about an hour or so, your father was WASTED. head slumping every so often, and his ranting turned into incoherent mumbling.
you sighed and looked at your dad, tapping his shoulder.
"Dad it's late. we should go to bed." he waved you off, and Miguel stood up.
you caught a glance of his boner, your eyes widening before he turned and helped your dad up.
"c'mon. we're gonna go upstairs." he said and then walked your dad down the hall.
after seeing his boner, you couldn't get the thought out of your head, feeling wet slick form in between your legs and you quickly stood up, walking to your room.
"I'm going to bed!" you called out, shutting your bedroom door and jumping in bed.
you lay on your back, slipping your hand into your pants and your fingers run over your clothed and soaked clit.
you moan softly, thinking about masturbating while you remember the sight but you don't wanna risk being heard so you pull out your phone instead.
Miguel in the other room was laying down your father, debating on going into the bathroom and jerking off to the thought of you, but he decided to check on you first.
he left your fathers room, walking down the hall and knocking on your door.
you looked up from your phone, seeing his head poke through the door.
"hey." he said and you looked back down at your phone.
"...hi." you mumble
he looks at you, then steps fully inside, shutting the door and he stands in front of it.
you side eye him, noticing that he's as tall as the doorway and you imagine what'd it be like if he broke your back.
you shake the thought away, then put your phone down.
"what do you want?" he blinks a couple times, his hands folded in front of his crotch so you don't notice his boner again.
"I was just checking on you." he says and smiles a little.
you sit up, crossing your arms.
"I have a headache. no thanks." you say and he looks around
"does your dad have any Tylenol around? I could bring you some." he offers and you didn't really have a headache, but you had to play the part anyways.
"I have some in my drawer." you point to your dresser, but you made the mistake of not specifying which one.
he opens the second drawer "this one?"
your eyes widen "no! that's not-"
he looks down in the drawer, seeing a pretty pink vibrating wand, and a printed out work picture of him next to it.
you sit there silently, watching him as he crouches down and picks up the wand and the picture.
"I-"
"I could've just given you a better picture y'know." he says and looks back at you with a small smirk.
he holds up the wand "you use this?" he asks
you hesitate, not knowing if you should come up with an excuse or something.
so you turn away.
"I'll take it as a yes." he says, setting down the picture and bringing the wand up to his nose.
you hide underneath your blankets, hoping this is all a dream until he pulls it away from your face, his large calloused hand gently touching your jaw.
he was so much bigger than you, and he was hunched over just to see you.
he held up the wand, setting it on your stomach.
"I could do better." he leans down and whispers in your ear, gently kissing it.
shivers go down your spine. you want it, but you don't know how to ask.
your brain musters up a weak "please?"
he grins, his large hands sitting you up and he steps back.
he takes the wand, flipping the switch on.
his other hand runs against his belt, basically teasing it. he moves the wand in between your legs, rubbing it against your thigh.
"spread your legs." he says, and you immediately sit up a little more, leaning against the wall and you spread your legs like he asked.
he pressed the tip of the wand against where your clit would be, your panties and shorts barely softening the strong vibrations.
your hips squirm a bit, a squeak leaving your mouth and rubs it against your crotch, sending your head jerking back against the wall and your knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets.
"my pretty girl..." he cooed, his hand coming off of his belt and rubbing circles on your thigh.
you whimpered, his thumb flicking the '+' button on the wand, making the vibrations harder.
"so dirty. coming undone for a man twice your age hm?" he grinned, a small moan leaving your mouth and your hips twitched.
"I'm gonna make you scream my name later. just like you had in those diaries."
"k-keep going..." you whine, a knot twisting in your stomach as he kept rubbing the wand against your clothed crotch.
"close?" he asked, pressing down a little harder which make your hips buck.
you nodded quickly, feeling the knot loosen.
and then, he pulled the wand away from you, making your eyes tear up.
"not yet princess." he cooed, turning the wand off and revealing the slick that seeped through your pants.
he set the wand aside, pulling off his belt with one hand and tossing it onto the floor.
you looked up at him, watching him unbutton and unzip his pants. he let them fall to the floor, kicking them off.
you looked down at the bulge, visible veins on it popping through and stretching the fabric.
his cock was that big.
your jaw dropped, wide and your mouth pooled with saliva at the thought of that in your mouth.
he grinned "that's as far as you'll need your mouth open chica."
you looked up at him, sliding off of the bed and you got on your knees in front of him, your back on the side of your bed.
"eager huh?" he cooed and you nodded
"can I?" you looked up at him and he already imagined your face covered in his cum, mascara dripping down your cheeks.
he held your chin, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip.
"open." he ordered, and you opened your mouth widely.
he leaned down, spitting into your mouth and he shut your jaw.
your eyes widened with shock, swallowing it. you were surprised it happened, but you liked it.
"lemme see?" you opened your mouth for him, sticking out your tongue.
he nodded and pressed his thumb against your tongue.
"good girl. now you be quiet okay? don't want your dad hearing us."
you nodded, and he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and you closed your mouth.
you looked down at his bulge right in front of your face. he was so hard you didn't know how he was resisting right now.
"can I?" you ask again, looking up at him and he nods.
"go ahead."
you slowly lean forward a bit, pulling the waistband down and his boxers to his knees.
the tip of his cock hits your nose, and you lean backwards, your hands on his thighs as you look at his size, wondering how it'll even fit in your mouth.
he grinned, his ego clearly boosted.
"well go on. don't just gawk at it."
you snap out of it, nodding and you wrapped your hand around the base, your thumb rubbing against him.
he lets out a low groan, reaching down and pushing your head closer.
you follow his lead, opening your mouth and making sure he won't touch your teeth.
you barely get him halfway before he hits the back of your throat, making you gag.
he grins and gently pushes your head on the bed behind you.
"just sit there and look pretty okay?" he says and you nod.
you keep your hand wrapped around him, your tongue flat against his cock.
he starts to move his hips, groaning a bit and everytime he hits the back of your throat he pulls back.
his thrusts become faster, his hands on both sides of your head as he uses your face as a Fleshlight.
tears stream down your face, your makeup getting messed up.
he reaches down, wrapping his hand around your throat and feeling his own cock throat-fuck you.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head, not able to breathe and he spat on your face.
"c'mon c'mon just a little longer princess okay?? I'm so close." he groans, throwing his head back and he lets go of your throat.
with a couple more thrusts, his warm seed fills your throat and he pulls out.
you lean over, coughing and accidentally spitting up his cum as you wipe your face off.
he looked down at you, his cock twitching.
"you okay bebe?" he asks, touching your hair.
you catch your breath, staying silent for a second and you look down at the cum you spit out.
"...aww." you mumble disappointed, and he gets an idea.
"lick it." he says and you look up at him.
"lick it?" you ask, and he nods.
"yes. lick it." he deadpans, and you look back down at the cum. you lean down, licking the salty seed off of the carpet.
"good job." he praises, stuffing his cock back into his pants.
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this is delicious.
I'm gonna make a series with dads bsf, so stay tuned!
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