#baby simon

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

Time with Mom vs Time with Dad

#simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #simon snow series #the simon snow trilogy #rainbow rowell #carry on rainbow rowell #simon snow trilogy #wayward son rainbow rowell #anyway the wind blows #awtwb #co/ws/awtwb #snow for christmas #my rosebud boy #baby Simon #the mage #lucy salisbury

[levok]

💜❤️

#This is GOLD content!!! #omar rudberg #young royals #baby simon

[erzbethluna]

WIP Wednesday!

I can't anymoreee 🤡🥺🙈

Hi guys. Im low energy today, but Im almost finished with this!!

Im so tired. Sosososososo tired!! 🥺 Im super happy but tired!!

Thanks for all the beautiful tags!! They mean the world 🥺💖 you have no idea.

I dont feel energized enough to tag everyone, Im so sorry. My head and arm and everything hurts.

Kisses and tears 😽😿

#wip wednesday #simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #carry on trilogy #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #simon snow salisbury #simon baz #carryon #carry on #baz #basilton pitch #baby simon #baz grimm pitch #carry on fic #carry on rainbow rowell #carry on fanart #co/ws/awtwb

[notnelle]

he made that.

#johnny helped #simon ghost riley #soapghost #soapghost baby 💕💕

[stilitrash]

The dynamic I never knew I wanted but definitely needed

#finn the human #simon petrikov #fionna and cake #finn mertens #adventure time #I love you #Finn but for the love of God STOP PUTTING THIS POOR OLD MAN IN DANGER HE HAS THE MENTAL AND PHYSICAL STRENGTH OF A BABY DUCK #I love how Simon just goes along with it even if it sounds like the worst idea ever #Finn is so warm and supportive and caring with Simon #I'm soft #he deals with the situation horribly but HE'S TRYING HIS BEST

[bluegiragi]

human.

early access + nsfw on patreon

more backstory that i wrote up for patreon heh:

Simon and Tommy had a complicated relationship as brothers. 

At a young age, Simon basically wrote himself off as a lost cause, and did the best he could to make sure at least Tommy had a chance to be a functioning human being. After all, Tommy was the gentler brother, the dreamer, the one who looked like their mother (who'd walked out on them years ago to escape their father). But Tommy got bitter, got sick of the one always being protected, being babied. He lost respect for Simon, for the way he wouldn't fight back, and in a twisted way, grew closer to his father as a way to learn how to be powerful, strong. It backfired, and Tommy got wrapped up in some bad business.

Simon's kid brother died while he was deployed. He got the news in the letter, and it broke him in a big way. In the story timeline, it was years and years ago but it still hurts like hell whenever Simon thinks about him. 

#cw: child abuse #i decided to do my own take on simon's backstory for this au #it has the same broad strokes as his canon one but at this point #i feel like ive earned the right to tweak canon #at least in this au hehe #baby simon <3 <3 <3 #he tried his best #the hc is that simon is the son who looks like his dad #and tommy was the son who looks like his mum #so theres more angst when u consider the way he probably thinks of it as the wrong son persisting #simon ghost riley #tommy riley #cod mw2 #monster 141 au #giragi art

[lunamoonbby]

I'm just drooling over the thought of ghosts whos muscular with cut and define muscles, eating his partner's cooking for the first time and when he first eats that spoonful he tear that shit up and help himself for some more and he gains a bit of weight but he doesn't notice until soap tells him asking if he's bulking again and ghost is like no I'm already muscular and soap says something like "well your body figure says different" and thats when ghost notice the layer of fat and that he looking soft and he gets a bit self conscious and when he goes to his partners house he doesn't eat as much and reader is like do you not like what I made and he feels bad for making her think that cause all he wants to do is fuck up her food like eat straight from the pot and he expresses how he got a bit fat and his partner is like oh...i know and I love it, I can cuddle you so much better now cause I feel the squish and not pure muscle and *NSFW PART* she tells him you eat me out like a man starved you eat me out like how you be tearing into my cooking🤤🥴 and that you can still overpower me and I'm loving the size difference even more🥰🥰 *NSFW PART OVER* and Simon gets his full confidence back and he allows his partner to put a big heaping of food on his plate and he ofc fucks that shit up and when ghost sees soap again and before soap could say anything ghost is like you're just jealous that you have no one to feed you properly and soap just takes that L and say i guess I need to try the missus' food then and ghost being the greedy motherfucker he is like no and carries on with his workout routine.

@lilliumrorum

#simon ghost riley #ghost #i wanna have his babies #lunamoonbby #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley imagine #simon ghost x reader #ghost riley #simon riley x you

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

HAPPY WIP WEDNESDAY

so for my carryonprompt fest comic The Wellbeloves here is a sneakpeek of lil three yr old Simon being very brave while his adopted dad gives him a check up. I don't draw bbys often but I wanna bite that chubby arm

Thanks for the tags

@confused-bi-queer @palimpsessed @stillmadaboutpetra @bookish-bogwitch @tea-brigade @kohatenz @johnwgrey @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @pacey-bunce-loves-joey @tectonicduck @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias @stardustasincocaine @fatalfangirl @angelsfalling16 @annabellelux @dragoneggo @frjsti @mrskrementz @krisrix @urban-sith @prettylightsbigcity @henreyettah @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @skeedelvee @orange-peony @cutestkilla @messofthejess @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @nightimedreamersworld @sailor-blossoms @maedhrosrussandol @whatevertheweather @bazzybelle @erzbethluna @yellobb @subparselkie

#simon snow #simon snow series #the simon snow trilogy #baz pitch #snowbaz #carry on rainbow rowell #simon and baz #rainbow rowell #simon snow trilogy #wipsday #wip #wip wednesday #baby simon #baby Snow is a champ #agatha wellbelove #Dr Wellbelove #carry on prompt fest #simon snow fan art #simon snow fan comic

[tojisun]

oh but bimbo!reader mssging simon (a military man) how theres a boy in campus (a frat boy specifically) who wont take no for an answer as he keeps tryna pursue you, corralling his frat brothers and even your cheer team to make up situations where you two could have an “alone time.” naturally, simon flies back to put the fear of god into this boy because what is he if not just a boy against simon’s bulk?

and since he is a pissy boy, you receive these messages from him:

from: dickhead

> bitch. you couldve just said your taken

> fucking cunt

to: dickhead

i did but you are just stubborn :/ <

also? it’s you’re* <

and thank you, btw. simmy loves it when i’m a cunt. the fact that you can’t handle me being one just proves his point :p <

from: dickhead

> fuck you and you’re ugly ass boyfriend

to: dickhead

your* 😭 <

simon, who pulled you to his lap the moment the first messages came rolling in, laughs before kissing you on your cheek.

“my smart cookie,” simon murmurs, nuzzling his nose along your skin.

you giggle, throwing your phone behind you before tackling simon and giving him a thousand smooches. simon catches you with ease, hefting you on top of him to slot you two in the comfiest position.

(simon snags a picture of you and him snuggling after sex, careful that all that’s showing is your after-sex glow and nothing more – not a sliver of skin past your marked-up neck – before asking permission from you if it’s alright that he sends it to ‘dickhead’.

your nose scrunches in confusion even as you nod, passing your phone back to simon. simon kisses your lips lightly in thanks, and arranges the message.

to: dickhead

[image attached] <

she’s mine, son. <

your number is blocked soon after by little frat boy.)

-

(ext.)

#bimbo!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #female reader #me: this is a rough draft! // also me: but :(( i want my babies to see it asap #suns

[sunsetsimon]

dizzy thinking about simon being obsessed with your swollen tummy, round and full with his baby. even if he’d only been gone for a shower, he’ll immediately stride up to you and kiss your forehead while giving your tum a rub, hoping to feel a little kick in response to his touch.

dropping to his knees, he’ll lift up your shirt to expose your skin, leaving a pattern of kisses in his wake. his brown eyes looking up at you through his lashes, your small smile that grows wider with each tickle of his lips.

“hungry, mama?” simon asks, rising back to his feet, pulling your shirt to its original position, the fabric stretching over your bump. you look so beautiful, a bright glow to your face, finally feeling more like yourself later into your pregnancy.

“always,” you nod, stomach immediately growling when you remember your craving from earlier. of course simon is an angel, going anywhere to satisfy your cravings, but you feel bad that he feels so obligated.

“what is it this time?” he can tell you’re hesitant to bring it up, nibbling on your bottom lip as you contemplate saying something else.

but you’re already salivating, eyes watering at the thought of satisfying your intense craving, imagining how good it would taste. “okay, ill tell you… but you can say no.”

his blonde brows furrow, squinting his eyes at you with a face that reads ‘are you serious rn’, as if he would ever tell you no to something he know will make your entire day.

inhaling a deep breath and preparing for rejection, you shoot your offer, “i know it’s far but, can we go to that one pizza place with the unique flavors?”

“my love,” he cups your cheeks with a quiet chuckle, “of course. now go get your jacket so we can go, it’s a bit of a drive.”

#ghost x reader #.wbm #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #having baby fever can you tell #but only for si <3

[erzbethluna]

I don’t catch myself before I respond to Snow’s knock with one authoritative word. “Enter.”

Snow’s smiling, a question on his lips, then spots the mirror and falls still. His jaw slackens in the most charming way as he stares at me. Heat rises in my face.

Then, his eyes skip to himself.

-What Remains After The Storm. Ch.10, Calm ---

OMG this is ONE OF THE BEST MOMENTS EVER.

I don't have many words. It is just... there is so much meaning behind this moment/illustration, because it is such a moment in this story. I had so much fun doing this one, and the inspiration was the chiaroscuro style from Carvaggio. I hope you like it! SIMON MY BOY, LET ME HUG YOU! His face was crucial in this piece, and I'm super proud because I think I caught the feeling we needed to evoke, <3 so yay, pat in the shoulder! Please please go read What Remains After The Storm by @hushed-chorus, is an amazing mermay recommendation!

#omg simon my love #wrats #what remains after the storm #Baz is a fancy lord #Scrawny Simon is love #baby simon #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #carry on trilogy #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #simon snow salisbury #simon baz #carryon #carry on #baz x simon #simon snow fanart #fanart of fanfiction #fanart for fanfic #watercolor

[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; smile for the camera.

warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, very slight exhibition (i think?), v! penetration, choking, size kink, female reader, unedited.

.: masterlist.

simon has STACKS of polaroids of you for when he’s next deployed. you had bought the polaroid camera, all excited to pick up a new hobby; photography. he thought it was stupid, but doesn’t stop you and your aspiring career. you’re taking pictures of everything for the next few weeks. capturing every memory the two of you shared, and piles of pictures were scattered around each room in the house — random ones, blurred ones, blank ones that didn’t develop right.

when you suggest taking pictures for him one night, he doesn’t seem to catch the hint. why’d he have to waste his precious time and take pictures of you when you’re right here?

he still doesn’t understand. he huffs when you climb off of his lap and scurry into your shared bedroom, the soft mutters of the christmas movie you put on for background noise the only thing that catches his attention — and it annoys him. you come back, your shirt hiked up over your bra and the bulky coral-colored camera in hand. 

you sit back onto his lap, shoving the polaroid into his hand and guiding his finger onto the button. he accidentally clicks it, a flash blinding you momentarily and you laugh. 

“eager are we?”

he sucked on his teeth, his eyes rolling at your poor attempt to tease him. his free hand moves to your waist and dips his fingers below the hem of your shorts. you swat his hand away with a pout, mumbling something about patience but he’s too horny to hear – or care. 

simon lowers the camera as you begin to pull your shirt over your head, you whine and tell him to hold it right. but he snaps back and complains that it’s blocking his view. 

it’s your turn to roll your eyes, and you pout and tell him just to listen to you. he begrudgingly listens, muttering a retort under his breath that makes you smack his arm and shift off of his lap. but he’s quick to tug you back, saying he’s sorry and you’re just teasing him too much.

you shake your head, your finger hovering his, over the shutter button. you reach back with the other and undo your bra, letting it slip from your shoulder and into his lap. it’s then when you press down and simon takes a picture, your bare breast developing on the film as it slides out the exit slot. now he understands.

he watches with tight lips, waiting for the picture to develop and practically watching it turn into gold in front of his eyes. simon laughs in disbelief and looks at you, he wonders if this was your plan all along. play with it for a little before using it to make souvenirs for him, what a good girlfriend you were.

the hours blend and he has you bent and folded in every position he knows. it’s so embarrassing, and you find yourself covering your face or squeezing your thighs together, now trying to sheepishly hide from the lens.

but he tuts, reminding you that it was your idea. you can’t hide from him and if you try, he’ll keep you up all night — until he’s filled his album with enough pictures to relive any memory of you in bed.

he’s leaned back onto the sofa, one hand in your hair and one hand holding up the camera. he’s groaning loudly as you gag around his cock, your wide eyes fluttering up to meet his. he’s drooling at the sight, tears staining your blushed cheeks and dripping down your chin.

simon spreads his legs and angles the camera down to catch a glimpse of the way you have a hand wrapped around the base of his cock — too big for you to fit it all in your mouth. he snaps a picture, the flash making little dots cloud your vision.

you giggle, pulling your lips off of him to which he annoyingly grunts, trying to push back into your mouth.

“how many more of these are y’gonna take?”

you ask, pressing your cheek into the inside of his thigh. you’re not even looking at him anymore, so focused on his cock and the way your saliva makes his foreskin glisten.

he can’t resist, simon takes another picture and pulls the developing film from the dispenser, tossing it into the pile with the other pictures he’s taken. your face just looks so small aligned with his cock, the angle making him so much larger than he was.

“m’takin as many as i want. what am i gonna do when i miss you when i’m away and need to release some stress?”

simon tugs at your hair, nodding over to the cushions next to him. his hands immediately find your waist when you stand and he pushes you down into the couch. your hair sprawling over the pillows as you look up at him with wide eyes.

another giggle escapes you, your hand covers your mouth to suppress the laughter. it wasn’t that you were surprised about him being so needy, it’s the way he had a mountain of pictures lazily tossed into a pile. film wrappers crumpled lazily and strewn across the coffee table, the packages once holding refills for the film.

“what’s funny, bun?”

simon’s voice is hoarse, he’s spreading your legs and another picture is added to his collection. the way your cunt is glistening with the flash, your juices smeared on your inner thighs. he swears he’s going to cherish these forever, keep them around til’ they are all tattered and barely visible.

your breath is knocked from your lungs, and you can’t form words no matter how hard you try. he’s sliding his cock in between your folds, nudging your clit with his angry red tip. you whine, your hips bucking up to meet his, needing more friction to ease your arousal; and he takes another picture, how he wishes these images could capture sounds.

he’s pressing his fat, heavy cock against your stomach, a groan spilling from his lips when his tip is leaking just below your belly button. simon smears his precum against your skin, translucent globs dribbling from his slit.

“look at that, gonna be in your fuckin’ stomach.”

simon grins at the sight, but before he gives you the pleasure of filling you up, he’s leaning over you and pressing his lips to your neck. your fingernails dig into his shoulders, crescents forming under your touch, and a slew of apologies is mumbled under your shaky breath.

he hums into the crook of your neck, nipping harshly at your skin before dragging his rough tongue over the spot — soothing the bite. simon trails down to your breast, leaving a path of love bites and covering you in his mark.

while he has you distracted, he shifts his hips and pushes himself into you slowly sinking in inch by inch before he’s balls deep. he leans back and he groans at the sight, you are completely exposed for him with his bitemarks sloppily etched into your skin, a bulge forming in your belly. he slides his calloused hand up in between the valley of your breast and he wraps his hand around your neck, he squeezes lightly, and when you moan quietly as if flustered like it’s the first time he has you filled with his cock —  he snaps another picture. afraid that this moment will vanish.

that was the last of the film that he has. but god, it’s worth it. he promises he’ll buy you more in the morning, but he’s dropped the camera and holding you close. his throbbing cock plunging in and out of your squelching cunt, your juices painting his abdomen, shining his muscles under the dim light.

when he has to leave, he gathers EVERY SINGLE ONE and hides it in between the pages of an old magazine. no one would be caught dead snooping through his things, but it was a precaution he took because he didn’t want you exposed for all of his teammates to see. you were his, and he was never one of share.

AN: guys...i don't even have words tbh. just simon and like he WOULD take so many pics i'm just sooo :((( urgh. i hate him. if i missed any warnings lmk!

#[ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒. ] #ik i said baby daddy simon first but im still writing it/editing it #i feel death like poking me or wtv #WHY IS THIS KILLING ME #( 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ ) #— scheduled post. #simon riley smut #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader smut #simon riley x you #simon riley x you smut #ghost #ghost x reader #ghost x reader smut #ghost smut #cod #call of duty #simon riley cod #simon riley call of duty #ghost cod #ghost call of duty

[vanillaearwig]

I wanted to give Winter Betty a little army of snow babies to dote on ❄💙⛄

Also the first one is a lie. Winter King isn't arguing with anything his wife asks of him, he's doing Anything for Her

#blues doodles #adventure time #fionna and cake #winter king #winter au #simon petrikov #betty grof #petrigrof #wintergrof #5 snow babies + Ice Marcy + Gunter. they have a big family 💕

[gravitycoill]

wish we could’ve seen baby marcy in the baby universe. would’ve been cool to her and simon i guess

#digital art #cons art #adventure time #at simon #at marceline #adventure time marceline #adventure time simon #simon petrikov #marceline the vampire queen #fionna and cake #adventure time fanart #fionna and cake fanart #THE BABY MARCY IS FROM CONCEPT ART!!! #marceline abadeer

[plasticgrape]

*Coughs really loudly*

#adventure time #fionna and cake #spoliers #betty golb #betty grof #simon petrikov #simon and betty #I saw the new episodes and shit this out really quick #also can we talk about how they just left baby universe finn in the vampire world thats so fucked up #anyway i hope they kiss again #golb

[peachesofteal]

Simon discovers something unexpected:

Light on masterlist

Simon Riley/female reader (single mom)

The first time Simon meets you, it’s on the rooftop of the apartment building in the middle of the morning.

He’s up here for a smoke, his first in hours, his body anxiously craving the nicotine after sitting on a cramped train for too long after the final debrief. His muscles are sore, stitches in his leg bothering him, mind is exhausted, and all he wants to do is smoke a cigarette and then collapse on the bed inside the flat that he hasn’t seen for months.

When he gets to the roof, after climbing four flights of stairs because the bloody elevator is broken, he’s greeted with two surprises. One, there is a garden up here now, multiple raised beds enclosed in sturdy two by sixes, and two… you are kneeling on the brick between them.

You’re on your knees, digging around, dirt smudged on your clothes, purple garden gloves caked with soil. You’re talking aloud too, rooting around in the plants and singing out names of vegetables and their corresponding colors, occasional pulling something green loose and stuffing it in a bag. He glances around the roof, confused, but sees no one but you, your voice carrying on the wind to where he stands by the clunky metal door.

When he gets closer, he realizes you’re not talking to yourself at all, but to a baby. A tiny baby tucked into a carrier, who’s eyes are wide and somewhat tracking your hand movements while you point to things in the garden bed, in the sky, on the ground.

“And this is a parsnip.” You say, brushing some rust-colored earth from the root and turning it in your hand. “They’re not very tasty raw but aren’t terrible cooked.” The baby watches you in awe, little feet and arms kicking and swinging while you smile and nod at them, like you think they understand anything you’ve just said. “Yeah! A parsnip!” You’re smiling, your face is bloody radiant as you nod down to the baby, one of your hands rubbing dirt from your skin onto your pants before you’re reaching out to grab a cloth from the baby’s lap and mopping up something on their chin. The action causes you to shift, your head turning enough to catch him in your peripherals, body tensing like you’ve been frozen, shoulders raising under your ears before you loosen and relax, squinting up at him in the sun. “Hi.” You blink, glancing back down to the carrier. “I uh, didn’t realize anyone else was up here.” He swallows, trying to give you a response, brain fracturing at the seam as it frantically attempts to recall words, civilian words like hello, or hi, or sorry. It’s difficult, because he’s a little distracted by how the light refracting in your eyes, the way it’s shining on your skin and hair, bathing you in the early morning glow like you’re some sort of angel. He’s still a few feet away, but he thinks he can see entire universes in your irises, every color ever imagined shimmering in the rays of the sun.

His brain finally catches up, and his mouth thankfully remembers how to form words.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you.” He’s polite and you shrug, nodding to your little companion.

“You’re not disturbing us. We were just harvesting some vegetables.” You smile brightly, casually stripping off the gloves while you rock up from your knees into a standing position. If the mask bothers you, you don’t outwardly show it, and your posture is relaxed when stand in front of him. “Isn’t that right, Emmaline?” You coo down to the baby, who wiggles in her carrier as a response, face lighting up at the sound of your voice, or her name. He’s not sure. Do you live here? Are you… her mum? The babysitter? Who are you?

You give him a once over, briefly, and he watches your smile shift from genuine to forced when your eyes land on his hands. The smokes. He’s holding a pack of cigarettes in one hand, and you clear your throat, brushing some dirt off the front of your clothes. “We were actually just finishing up.” You bend at the waist to pull the carrier into the crook of your elbow, supporting its weight with your hip, and slide the handles of the bag full of green things onto your opposite shoulder. “Roof’s all yours.” He feels a pang of regret, like he doesn’t want you to go, the sentiment unnatural to him, unsettling. You obviously live in the building, he thinks. But where? Do you lug that carrier up and down the steps all the time, just to get up here? He frowns.

“I can wait.” He tries to stop you, guilt running thick in his veins, and you shake your head.

“It’s lunchtime anyway.” You incline your head to little Emmaline, who’s face is growing a little scrunchy, like she’s upset, and he swallows.

“Alright, then.” You give him another nod, and head off towards the door. He grits his teeth, fingers tensing around the thin carboard in his hand, the little box holding his salvation safely in its grasp, but his eyes slide to where you walk away, and he can’t help but notice the way the carrier lightly bumps against your hips as they sway. Bloody hell.

#peaches writes #light on #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #female reader #give this man a baby #please