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endotwrites · 2 months

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Hey sorry if this is a weird ask but do you think Simon has a big upper body(big waist too) and like really skinny legs?

definitely not ! he’s big everywhere and i literally don’t even mean that as an innuendo 🤭 he’s proportionate for sure

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endotwrites · 2 months

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#considering deleting this account 🤓

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endotwrites · 2 months

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what if ghost on base had to break into readers room who also wore a mask?

there’s a fire alarm that you’re sleeping right through and there he is, bursting through the door to get you up. with your reflexes, you instinctively go for your gun as soon as you awake and point it at ghost but your mind is quickly processing the lack of a balaclava concealing your facial features. your empty hand splays across your face to shield what you can as you search your room rapidly for your mask. ghost reaches over to your desk for it as you swipe the material from his hands and over your bed head.

just as you make your way to your room exit, ghost reaches for your wrist. a moment of silence lingers in the space between you two. “the gun,” ghost gestures with his chin. he takes the weapon from your hand and places it within his own holster, now ushering you to leave and closing the door behind him.

a/n: first good drabble i’ve had in a while 🤓

#simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #cod #endot writes #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley fanfic #ghost x reader #ghost drabble #ghost mw2 #simon ghost x you #cod mwii #cod mw3 #call of duty

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endotwrites · 2 months

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you and simon love the spring.

your garden blooming earlier than usual, flowers with names you can’t pronounce and veg that you can’t wait to blend into soup. on warmer days approaching the spring, simon is quick to put on his gardening attire and tend to his crops.

you love to perch yourself on the steps with an iced drink; one you’re already sipping on and another waiting for simon. when you finally wave him down, his sweat gleams under the sunshine. simon teases about wrapping his arms around, not wanting to hog all the perspiration. you kindly decline but offer to help him shower off the grime which only makes simon down his drink and skip steps up the stairs to strip bare.

#hello again #endot writes #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #cod #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley fanfic #ghost x reader #ghost drabble #cod mwii #cod mw3 #call of duty

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endotwrites · 3 months

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what if you and ghost formed a quiet friendship where he visited your room in the late nights?

warm brews of tea between the two of you and hushed whispers about everything and nothing. ghost doesn’t even pretend to not know you during the day; your lunches are shared outside in the spring sunshine with a mere 3 inch distance keeping you two apart.

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endotwrites · 3 months

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#i luv him #everyone say thank you sun

i'm a firm believer that simon never wears his mask when he returns from deployment. his 'ghost' persona is something he leaves at work, you barely even know what the masks look like. whenever he gets home, he'll throw them in the wash and pack them back up.

you never ask about his missions, not that he'd tell you much anyways. the less you know - the better, in his mind. simon isn't secretive with you, he just prefers not to talk about it. though your curiosity gets the best of you sometimes, taking a peek inside of the duffle bag he keeps at the back of the closet. it's filled with work clothes, a copy of his file - no photo of course, and 4 different balaclavas/masks.

he's confused when you're shocked that his team barely knows what he looks like, only having seen him uncovered a few times throughout the years. you have everything about his face memorized. the wrinkles around his eyes when he smiles, the way the right corner of his mouth twitches while holding back a laugh, you'd probably argue that you know him better than yourself.

simon isn't insecure about his looks, considering himself average, and going out with a mask on would draw unwanted attention. though he still keeps his hood up and head down, blocking his face from view, forgetting to take it off while inside. he just gives off a mysterious vibe unintentionally.

you've only ever seen him masked a few times, when he's home late and extremely tired. his gear is heavy on his body as he forces himself up the stairs, squeezing the railing for more stability, scared his sore legs might give out. too tired to fetch his key, he knocks on the door and waits for you to open it, resting against the wall. opening the door exposes simon in full gear, his brown eyes red and heavy, struggling to keep them open.

he walks with a limp as you help lead him to the bedroom, laying him down on the bed to rest.

"how bad is it?"

"pretty fuckin' bad," he sighs, pulling off his mask, fabric marks litter his skin from wearing it so long. you untie his boots, pulling them from his feet and setting them to the side. he works on undoing his holsters, releasing their grip from his thighs feels refreshing. that night you wash him as he drifts in and out of sleep in the tub. his pale skin is covered in bruises and cuts, a few needing to be dressed and treated. simon completely melts into your touch, leaning into you as you care for him, softly washing the dirt from his skin.

there's no 'ghost' when he's with you. he's just simon, your simon.

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endotwrites · 3 months

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I'm thinking about Simons civilian wife after she gives birth. Where she puts undue pressure on herself because she can't have sex yet. So she tries to give him a bj to satisfy him, but of course he is not so shallow and understands that she needs to heal. Ends up comforting her and easing her insecurities. Just something I've played with in my mind for the longest time -🦄( hope this one is not taken.)

wc: 803 | cw: sexual content but turns fluffy, insecurity about not being enough, reader is afab

it’s been two painful weeks since you and simon reached home from the hospital, your new born baby in hand. the ache between your legs hasn’t eased up and relying on simon has been a headache and a half. you’ve felt useless, living groundhog day with only feeding the baby and laying her down to sleep.

and that’s when she wants to sleep.

during nights when simon joins you in bed, your eyes begin to lull closed but the screaming through the monitor is what keeps you wide awake.

your sore legs lift from under the duvet but simon grunts a small “don’t.” and makes his way to the baby. moments of silence pass as you can only ponder how he can do this so well without breaking. you sit up carefully, yearning for some sign of life when simon rejoins you with your little girl bundled in his arms. “she’s alright, just feeling fussy,” he mumbles with sleep evident in his voice but love apparent in the way he rocks her gently. “g’back to sleep, i’ve got it,”

stroking his bicep lovingly, you lower the volume of the tele to just a whisper and flip onto your back where sleep finally pulls you in.

✮✮✮

when you wake, the bed is cold. no sign of both your babies and you retreat to the bathroom. the stairs are creaky, one leg at a time to ease back into your normal gait. your eyes land on the back of simon’s head with his chin perched in the palm of his hand and an unknown show on.

you sit beside him, simon not even glancing a look in your direction. your heart pains at the lack of acknowledgement but you only slouch further into the sofa. thickness grows in the air with worry taking over. “is this where the loving stops?” reasoning quietly with yourself. “is this how simon and i’s only thoughts will be about our child and not us anymore?”

you slip your hand behind his neck and begin to let your short nails careen through his buzzcut. simon hums at the feeling, his leg bouncing once. you take that as an opportunity to lift the band of his jogging bottoms and palm him through his boxers. your eyes are plastered to his face, impatient for a reaction other than fatigue.

simon’s head rolls back as he pulls your hand out of his pants. “we shouldn’t, just got her down a minute ago,” you lick your lips, nodding profusely and refocusing your attention on the show that has no meaning to you. blinking through your tears, you reconsider what else there is to do.

kisses on his neck that lead down to his chest and ending with you on your knees between simon’s thighs. the tug of his drawstrings has simon grabbing under your armpits and straddling his lap. the sting courses through your body but that’s pushed to the back of your mind with simon’s slight reprimands. “come on, love. we can’t,”

a deep exhale is breathed into the air between the two of you. you go to climb off his legs but this only makes simon drag you back to him. “what’s with the eagerness? shouldn’t my darling girl be resting?”

you take a moment to really comprehend what simon is saying and realise “christ, i did just give birth…”

“but we need to still please one another, no? you’ve been taking such great care of me and i can just about get up in the morning. it’s not enough?” you fiddle with loose strings on simon’s shirt and avoid all possible eye contact.

it’s when simon grasps at your jaw to bore into your eyes that he’s going to rip you one. “not enough? love, you just gave a bloody baby that i am so in love with, i’m looking to expand the house to make room for our next ones. whatever you’re feeling right now is bullshit. “not enough”. you’re everything and more to me. here’s me thinking if i can even be a great dad let alone the lover you deserve. you’ve blessed me with a family i never thought i would have. if that’s not enough then you must think i’m really fucking greedy, huh?”

you hold your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back a smile and really trying not to give simon a blowjob now. “okay,” you whisper quietly into the side of his head.

“i want you to say it, please,” simon requests. “si, come ooonnnn,” you whine. “baby,” he sternly replies. “yes, okay, i’m enough,” a blush grows on your cheeks and neck and just on cue, the babbling through the baby monitor lets you know that your daughter is ready to be fed.

you pipe up “i got her,” but simon only pauses your actions. “no, we do, my love.”

a/n: lol, need him bad

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endotwrites · 3 months

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thinking about you and ghost who are both apart of 141. you’re barely friends; merely acquaintances but he somehow always drifts over to every conversation you’re having with someone. when you’re in price’s office, suddenly there’s a knock on the door with ghost on the other side and a folder in hand. it’s as if there’s an invisible string between the two of you. you finally ask jokingly if he’s taking up stalking as a way to pass time.

“i dunno, am i?” he says, sitting back in his chair and obnoxiously manspreading.

#endot writes #endot sfw #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #cod #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley fanfic #ghost x reader #ghost drabble #ghost mw2 #cod mwii #cod mw3 #call of duty

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endotwrites · 3 months

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dad!simon who’s had the kids for the weekend whilst you’re away on a work trip. he’s so fatigued by sunday evening, when you walk in and see him slumped on the couch half asleep with the youngest colouring in his tattoos, all you can do is giggle.

“better be water based or i swear t’god…”

picture creds @ave661 mwahhh

#endot writes #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon riley #cod

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endotwrites · 3 months

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“It’s the end for you and Simon” had NO reason to make me get all teary eyed like that 😭

i’m sorry :(( xx

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endotwrites · 3 months

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thanks so much for the angsty imagine!! CAN U MAKE SIMON SUFFER MORE BC OF HIS ACTIONS 👹👹👹👹👹

yes!!! pending 🤓

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endotwrites · 3 months

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“this will be a learning curve for the both of you” this is a learning curve for mE that I will not learn from, you write so well I can’t take it 😭

LOLLLL , thank you my sweet 💋

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endotwrites · 3 months

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Soo... Situationship!simon and reader lost their second child?

Also, do they have another child... I'm confused sorry😔

nooo, it can be confusing!

all of my situationship!simon fics are always about the first pregnancy unless i say that there’s another baby. none of my fics are chronological but more so take place on the same timeline, if that makes sense?

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endotwrites · 3 months

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imagine you’ve had a long ass day and all you want to do is curl up with your lover. your boss apparently has no plans for the weekend as he insists you stay in the office for another 45 minutes with him to look over paperwork. even when you climb into your car, the urge to sleep commences but you push through and drive the commute home.

walking through the front door and dashing your keys by the side table only makes the volume of the tv from the room over lower immensely. “‘m home,” you drone quietly, already shrugging your jacket off and kicking your shoes into the corner.

simon presents himself to you, sweatpants and a tight tee that would usually make you drool but right now, has you dragging your feet towards him for a long bear hug.

“he’s got to stop doing this..” simon argues into the top of you head, arms protecting you from another minute of work and welcoming the weekend to laze around.

“hm?” you mutter back with thoughts of a hot shower and a plush pillow flooding your mind. friday’s used to be a day where you and simon would call and update each other on your lives whilst he was on base. but even when he is home, you feel like you see him less.

“that manager of yours, keepin’ you all to himself when i need you most.”

you nod solemnly into simon’s chest and he bends slightly to pick you up below your knees and drape you over his shoulder. you smile pleasantly with shut eyes, knowing princess treatment was awaiting you once you reach upstairs.

even when simon sits himself on the edge of the bed, you sway tiredly standing between his spread knees.

“just… i don’t know. i work so hard during the week, you know? and it’s more and more shit.” you groan, the bottom of your palms rubbing your eyes.

simon listens to you rant about your manager once again. all he can think is once you say the word, he would hand in your notice for you and take care of his baby. waking you in the mornings with a hot beverage, massaging your back at your request. even cooking for you when you both know he can’t cook for shit.

but simon listens like he always does. he listens and understands your words without you feeling like you have to over explain yourself. his hands move up to move stray pieces of your hair out of your eyes and rubs your sides gently.

simon is a patient man but boy, he can’t wait for you to be his again.

#endot writes #endot sfw #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #simon ghost x reader #cod #ghost cod #simon riley #simon riley x reader #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #simon riley x you #cod mw3 #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost drabble #simon riley fanfic #cod mwii #call of duty

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endotwrites · 3 months

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Is there ever a turning point for siruationshop! simon and his girl? Like an angsty part wherein the girl gives up and simon realizes he fucked up?

prompt: it’s the end for you and simon

wc: | cw: BREAKUP NOOO, some suggestive words

a/n: i lurrrrvvvv writing reader sad with simon idk it gotta a little kick to it… n e ways enjoy xxx

part two coming soon…

tick. tick. tick.

the dissonance of the clock is what still keeps you present. silent streams streak your cheeks as your head lays in simon’s lap.

you’re silent. solemn. mourning.

he strokes your head and bargains with you to stop crying.

“promise i’m not trying to be mean about this. s’not good timin’ right now with everything that’s going on around base.”

swiftly lifting your head from his thighs, anger bubbles inside you and brims to the edge. your eyebrows furrow harshly as you now build distance between yourself and him.

“it’s just… a baby, y’know? didn’t plan this at all and i can’t be a dad. fuck, i can’t even be a good boyfriend or whatever the hell you want me to be all the damn time.”

simon speaks so calmly that you almost scoff at the nonchalance. you’re still facing him, eyes flickering to each of his facial features. the quiet sadness that fills you becomes so unbearable that you take your first breath in a few minutes.

you regret this quickly as the breaths turn into you hyperventilating and sobbing.

you lift your feet to the bathroom and cry out in agony, practically running away. you’re able to lock the door behind you before simon can intervene and attempt to make you believe that “this is what’s best for you,” and “if he could have it another way he would.”

as simon sits on the bed with his legs spread and elbows digging into the denim of his jeans, he can only feel worried that this is the end for you both. truthfully, simon is just as scared as you are and stupidly believes that it would be better to do this in solitude.

from you’re point of view, simon couldn’t care less about you and this baby. you’ve caught him texting other woman and marks on his body that you wouldn’t even get a chance to give him. maybe simon is right. ending things would give you the clarity that you crave during lonely nights where your mind is clouded by the thought of simon groaning into someone else’s neck.

your inhales deepen as your next actions are cemented by you swinging the door open. “you’re right,” your voice doesn’t waiver in the slightest, making simon’s head cock to the side by the smallest degree. “no, yeah, you’re right. a baby right now fucks with a lot. i mean, i’m still in the hiring process for that job and then finding out i’m pregnant? haha! yeah, no.” although you’re trying to make light of the situation, you and simon’s relationship is slipping through your fingers and all you can do is hold your ground. “yeah…” he agrees quietly. the eye contact the pair of you share is intense, a pressure on your shoulders like no other. simon breaks first, scratching at his forearm and attempting to relieve the regret of his proposition.

this will be a learning curve for the both of you.

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endotwrites · 3 months

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please please please can you tag your older!bf and toxic!bf stuff I LOVE your normal fics but those make me uncomfortable. I want to still read your work but would love to be able to filter those posts out. Please/

heyyy! i try to update my master list as often as possible but if you look there, you can go straight to my little sub sections that are more fluff than smut or just overall not the more toxic vibes :)))

i’ll add the tag “endot sfw” and “endot nsfw” for each of my works asap!

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endotwrites · 3 months

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💭 soulmate au, where your dreams are filled with whatever your soulmate has done that previous day…

simon riley, sits and wonders why he’s never had any true nightmares, even with all of the violence and turmoil he’s faced and remains experiencing. he’s never once woken up, questioning his sanity. instead, his nights are often filled with peace and tranquillity, reading books perched on a porch swing or lay beside the sea. watching blurred out figures, run around and fill his absent ears with echoes of laughter, not knowing who they could be, but knowing for certain it overflows his chest with warmth. nothing ever scarier or more worrying than a minor crash of a car, or the gutting feeling of heartbreak from a faceless stranger, fills his dreams.

but then you, frightful when the night comes around. terrified of the urge to close your eyes. the countless therapy sessions, meetings with psychologists and somnologists, an aid to try and fix the terrors that haunt you as you sleep. the ones that randomly came one night when you were young, and never left. images of places that can only resemble war zones, tragic catastrophes that force you awake with beads of sweat on your forehead. but, there are the rare ones, where your dreams are filled with the restful nothingness. the nights where you’re able to sleep through, your mind taking you to a dimly lit room, lay within a spacious comfy bed and the overwhelming feeling of safety. but that one is a temporary haven, for the both of you.

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