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tojisun · 5 months

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sun, i am on my knees begging while typing rn. PLEASEEEEEE HURT DBF!SIMON BACK. he has hurt reader and gotten away with it tooooo many times

im kinda zooted rn but

beg more, sweet thing.

okok but im feeling mean rn and i do want simon to start regretting. i wonder if it’ll take seeing john price treating his girl right for him to snap out of it. imagine if he got blindsided. if simon assumed that you would never look for affection somewhere else, not because you’re unlovable—dear gods, you are the perfect girl—but because what you needed was someone like simon. someone older, someone who provides for you, who spoils you. but simon got complacent. he thought that sprinkles of affection are enough.

but they aren’t, are they? yes, the thrill had been addicting but you’ve gotten too soft. too in love. you’ve forgotten that this should have been temporary, forgotten that simon isn’t one for commitment. you thought you would continue to be trapped in that endless cycle of eating the scraps of simon’s affection; living off of a passion that gets easily snuffed out.

then, john came along. beautiful and rugged and ‘old man’ john. john whose eyes are a storm as they gazed at you; whose hands have never strayed closer, only swiping your hair away or drying the tears staining your cheeks; whose words are short and curt but gentle and soft, and you realized that the timbre of his voice fills you up with want.

john who strapped his helmet on yours and plopped you on the back of his harley before dropping you off at your dorm. john who didn’t ask for anything—not your number, not a chance to climb up with you to your room. he did not even ask if you were going to be alright—john knew you wouldn’t be, and he rather stay silent than ask you to lie to him.

you felt so out of your element as you stood there, trembling, looking at him.

“i-…thank you,” you said.

john said don’t worry about it. said don’t forget to drink lots of water because crying can cause dehydration, and don’t forget to grab a chew because he heard your stomach grumble on the ride home. you don’t tell him that you are starved for something else so you nod and climb upstairs to your room, thinking that was the last you would see john.

but john isn’t the type to let what he loves slip from his grasp so he began to fill your days. he’s always there when simon can’t—doesn’t—come, filling up the hole in your heart one fragment at a time. always there to distract you from the yawning in your chest. always there to listen to you, to watch you, to spoil you.

he smells of ozone and burnt rubber and petrol. he has weary lines on his face and unimaginable exhaustion buried within his irises. he has scars on his palms and his forearms and on his knees. and yet, he is gorgeous to you. so gorgeous.

john’s the one who tells you he loves you first. you don’t say it back. not yet. he understands.

then, simon confronts him. asks what he’s doing with you; why is he driving you around in his harley; why is he picking you up from uni.

why is he putting a wedge between you and simon?

john downs his bourbon and rumbles, “cause i love her.”

and simon fumbles because—

#suns.hc #dbf!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #john price x reader #simon ghost riley #john price #suns #anon #ask #i thought this edible aint shit until i realized i feel too calm and too focused and im glad i got sativa instead

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cyberfreaky · 6 months

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sel could you PLEASE expand on drunk & touchy dbf!ghost 🙏🏼

dbf!simon is becoming my fave thing to write ??? HMMMM…

i could imagine him climbing into bed & being so sloppy & needy that he can only muster up enough energy to dry hump you >>>

“y’still awake?” simon would whisper, kicking off his boots as he climbed behind you in bed. his warm breath would hit the back of your neck, not without the strong scent of alcohol emitting from him.

you’d smile tiredly as simon nuzzled his face into your neck, wet lips leaving sloppy kisses across your skin. his big arms would engulf you entirely, clad jeans starting to tighten around his crotch. this’d become a habit after a night of drinking, simon would search for you immediately and cling to you in bed. the possibility of your father catching him never crossed his inebriated mind.

“love…love ‘ya so much.” he’d mumble, hooking his leg across your thigh and pressing himself harder against your body. his bulge could be felt through your pyjama shorts, throbbing painfully in his boxers.

you’d giggle quietly, letting simon’s rough hands roam across your body and fondle your soft tits. “go to sleep.” you say, making no effort to actually stop him. you keened into his touch quickly, having become accustomed to this lewd, saturday routine.

simon’s lips were attached to your neck, soon nibbling your earlobe while he rolled your nipples between his fingers. your subtle moans made the older man even harder, and his hips began to rock back and forth against you. “can’t sleep.” he’d whine, grinding his hard-on against your ass.

he couldn’t find the energy to unbuckle his pants, the friction against his throbbing cock would have to do. “c-christ, was thinkin’ of ‘ya all night.” simon would grunt in your ear, humping your leg like a bunny. “needa’ fuck you so badly.” his speech slurred as he groaned lowly, his drunken eyes screwing shut as he kept up that delicious pace.

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casiia · 2 months

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dbf ! simon who picks you up whenever you text him, crying over your asshole boyfriend.

he’ll roll his eyes when you begin to rant, it’s the same issue over and over; lack of communication — how your boyfriend neglects your feelings and goes against his word.

he finds the only way to makes you feel better is to have you sit on his girthy cock. he’ll manspread in the backseat, have you straddle his lap and let you use him til’ you’re crying for him.

“i know, princess.” simon grunts, palming your hips and guiding you up and down his length. “let it all out.”

he frowns when he can hear more of your stuttered sobs than the throaty moans he loves.

wiping your tear stained cheeks, he yanks you into his chest and plants his heels into the floorboards of his beat up truck, lifting you up slightly he begins to piston into you from below — his lips right next to your ear as he talks you through it, his words dirty and slurred as he fucks you til’ you’re dizzy and light headed.

#[ *ೃ༄ — 𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒. ]#i missed u guys #think abt dbf simon so much #mmmm so yummy #( 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ )#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader smut #simon riley smut #cod #cod smut

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audisive · 1 month

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💭...

dbf!ghost who has to deal with your occasional visits to the base. it's for your daddy, you claim. why are you wearing such a cute little outfit, then? how dare you show off what's rightfully his to the greedy eyes of these dirty men! >:(

dbf!ghost who lets you strut to his office, pretending to be oblivious to your desperate attempts to seduce him, to rile him up, to take you right then and there. he makes no effort to stand up when his desk covers his growing hard-on.

dbf!ghost who lets it go on for months – even he's surprised he's lasted for so long – until he gets fed up.

dbf!ghost who catches you off guard. just when you think he's about to yell at you, he harshly grabs you and bends you over his lap. whispering dirty words and promises of punishment into your ear is the only indication you're given before his hand connects with the cheek of your ass.

oh, silly girl, of course he knew you wanted this! how could he not? he's taken care of you in your younger years, after all. consider this his reward for being such a good friend to your father. ♡

dbf!ghost who ends up letting you sit on his lap and make out with him. to have sex— no, to make love with him. you pant against him as you come down from your high; his praises are long gone when it all dawns on him. or maybe he already misses the feeling of your pussy.

you kiss him with the expectation of his acceptance of you, but you instead receive a gruff, "i'm too old for you, lovie."

"you deserve better."

"you should be with someone your own age."

oh, sweetheart, you overestimate him. how could you have forgotten? he's a complicated man.

dbf!ghost who tells you off, letting you cry your poor little heart out when you step out of his office, feeling like a whore he'd gotten sick of. it breaks his own to ignore your weeping.

it breaks his heart even more to see your heart get caught by a better man. :(

this cute divider is made by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more ! ♡

#౨ৎ dbf!ghost ;#౨ৎ simon !#୨୧ audi's works !#i wish i wrote a longer version :(#this has been sitting in my drafts for a year hhh #didn't edit much 'cause i dunno what else to add #+ i have a test tmr ><#im alive i swear !#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #cod x reader #cod x you #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley

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shotmrmiller · 2 months

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this is so fucking dbf!141 coded like jesus christ

PLEASE!!!!

#dbf!simon if he wasnt toxic #dbf!gaz through and through #dbf!price #dbf!johnny

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httpsghostie · 8 months

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Hi!!! I'm obsessed with your writing, especially all the Ghost stuff. YUM!! I was wondering if you'd be able to write an angsty and emotional blurb with DBF Ghost...Maybe they get into a fight or something

Favorite Regret

pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3

took me a while to get to this but hope you enjoy it <3

any similarities with sleep token is a mere coincidence I am not responsible for this

Summary: Simon doesn't know how to handle love, so he pushes you away.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: dbf!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x f!reader, angst/hurt, alcohol abuse, age gap (reader's in 20s and simon in his late 30s) // masterlist

Your story with Simon began a few months back when he returned from his duty and desperately – more like unconsciously, needed affection.

It happened, you were there, emotionally available for you dad’s best friend, it was wrong, he knew it, but Christ you were too good to be true.

Always there for him, dropping off work and studies only to take care of a fever he’d have, pampering him with lots of kisses, making him a warm cup of tea. He was never a physical touch kinda guy, but with you, the way you felt lying peacefully on his chest, he couldn’t help it, he became clingy, almost annoyingly clingy.

And he filled you with empty promises, painting a future for the two of you. He held you in his arms, he let you invade his personal space – which he then called our personal space. You were in fields of elation, but every color seemed to fade as he shut the doors to his heart again.

It’s almost like he determined you were no longer useful, you had given everything to him, you trusted him wholeheartedly, just for him to take it all from you and throw it in the bin.

You hated him, the image of the one you loved and cared for turning black and white as the entirety of your relationship turned meaningless. It’s like he gave you a whole beautiful horizon that stretched ahead in front of you, and then made it disappear from your view, leaving you standing at the edge of uncertainty.

He took what he wanted from you and left.

“You’re not getting it, this is never going to work, your dad doesn’t even know about us, he’ll kill me if he finds out. God, what have I done?” He had his back turned to you as he sat on the edge of the messy bed from your previous actions. You covered your bare chest with the blanket, your face getting red and hot.

“No, you don’t get it, Simon. I’m a fucking adult, and you are a childish, self centered idiot, can’t you see it? You just cared for me when you needed someone to be by your side, and now that you don’t need me anymore, you’re gonna throw what we had away because what? You said so?” You screamed back at him, eyes filled with hot tears that dared to roll down your cheeks.

“Call me what you want, I don’t care. This was a mistake.”

“A mistake? Is that what you’re gonna call me?” Your voice was shaky, and you tried your best to keep your cool. You dressed yourself quickly, still expecting an answer from him, but he just sat there, watching all the events unfold. “What is wrong with you?”

“You don’t wanna be with me, I can’t even stand myself, you deserve someone better.”

“Someone better?” You stood in front of him in denial, crossing your arms, but he never looked at you. “Did I just hear you right?”

“I’ve made myself clear, kid. You should go.” He finally got up, and your eyes accompanied his emerging size. But he still never looked at you, he just walked up to the front door to his apartment and opened it. You slammed it closed, pointing a finger to his face.

“You listen to me-”

“No, you listen to me.” He grabbed the sides of your arms, holding you firmly. His teary eyes staring down into your soul. “Do you think this isn’t hard for me, either? You don’t understand, we can’t be together, I can’t disappoint your father like that, I can’t be with you. I should’ve never texted you in the first place.”

And the way he spoke made you inhale a familiar smell escaping from his lips. Whiskey.

“Simon, are you drunk?” You cried.

“Go.” He finally let go of your arms, leaving your skin almost bruised.

You brushed your arms and headed to his kitchen, trying to find the bottle that was shoved in the trash can. You picked the empty whiskey bottle, noticing a discarded pack of cigarettes — empty, too, and smashed.

"You drank half a bottle?" You raised the object to your head, he looked down, rubbing his eyes. "Unbelievable."

"You're still young, you have a prosperous future ahead of you and I won't be the one to hold you back." He said quietly, fighting back the tears and the agonizing pain in his chest.

"God, you talk like you have a terminal disease." You scolded, leaving the bottle on the kitchen aisle and grabbing your stuff from the couch. "Maybe you do, Simon, maybe your terminal disease is not being able to accept love. Maybe your terminal disease is you becoming the one who you swore you'd never become."

It came out strained, and you didn't realize you were comparing him to his father until his hand gripped your wrist tightly. He looked deep into your eyes, and you could see how pissed he was.

"I'm not him. Get out." You pulled away and he opened the door one more time.

You didn't comply, your eyes desperately tried to find the loving Simon you knew, the one who held you close in the night, the one who couldn't stand your cheesy movies but still watched them with you. But he wasn't there, the version you saw in front of you had killed the previous one. The Simon you knew was dead.

"Simon, I didn't-"

"Get out."

Now he screamed, almost spitting out, his hot tears flooding his eyes and rolling down his red cheeks.

He stood outside the apartment watching you clumsily press the buttons on the elevator, giving him one last glance before finally walking away.

A mistake. That's how he said it. This relationship was a mistake, and you were his favorite regret.

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diejager · 2 months

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Hello, i was wondering if you could do the reader retaliating against Stepdad!konig and Dbf!horangi and going out to the bar by herself and she ends up meeting Ghost and Soap and hooks up with them on the down low?

Cw: DARKFIC, STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, drinking, alcohol, hooking up, tell me if I missed any.

You were frustrated, feelings boiling under your skin and threatening to explode if it peaked higher. You couldn’t take it anymore, how restrictive and controlling your stepdad and his friend was, going as far s to manhandling your body and tire you out with the ruthless thrusts of their girth and famished kisses from scarred and dried lips. So you did what you knew best, called your friends and sought out their help to relax and forget the week-long stress and anger. They were eager for it, happy even to have you back in their warm embrace after your stepdad kept you locked in on most nights, and they went big, boisterously gushing about the hot men and beautiful women they saw at this bar.

Impulsively, you acted out by dressing more… freely, promiscuous with how much skin you were showing up in a black skirt that flowed elegantly around your upper thighs and a bottomed blouse with a notched collar that rode up your stomach whenever you stretched your arms. Your friends had encouraged you for acting out, dressed up so prettily that they swooned and enthusiastically pulling you towards their favourite corner of the bar. A little booth where they had eyes on everyone, ogling and smiling at people who stared back at them.

You restrained yourself from downing drink after drink, sitting with your friend who was the designated driver of the group, unlike the others who drank freely, giggling and cheeks flushed pink from the rush of alcohol. You enjoyed your current cocktail, stirring the straw and wrapping your glossy lips around the tip, relishing the sweetness and the afterburnof vodka in it.

“Hey,” Cassie nudged you, her shoulders touching yours as her eyes fleeted between you and somewhere farther up, “Someone- well, some people,” she shrugged, pointing at something with her chin, “Are staring at you.”

Your eyes followed her stare, moving over a crowd of filled tables and met pairs of dark and blue eyes at the counter of the bar, gazing at you with heavy eyes. You trailed down their bodies - side profile since they turned to hold contact with you - broad shoulders and well-sculpted arms and chest. One bigger than the other, but as tempting as the other, they worked off each other well, a giant and intimidating man and a smaller and more electrifying one. You shuddered, cheeks flushing red when you realised that they were handsome despite one having his face covered by some sort of mask with a skull print.

“Them?”

“Yeah! They’ve been staring at you for a good while, ” Cassie chuckled, wrapping her arm around you, leaning forward to whisper encouragements and temptations, “Why don’t you go talk to ‘em? Might be worth shit, y’ know? You wouldn’t be stuck being lonely with me at least.”

You glanced back at her gleaming eyes, mischief swirling in her beautiful blue eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Go, I don’t mind. Someone’s gotta watch over these bitches!”

Standing from the table, you made your way towards them with renewed determination after your friends all cheered for you to “get those piece of meat”. And seeing your approach, the mohawked man slapped the masked one in the arm and nodded your way, fully turning their bodies to greet you, one with hooded eyes and another with a toothy smile, wild and thrilling.

“Hi,” you smiled shyly, fingers curling behind your back in a nervous manner.

“Hello, Hen,” he had a Scottish - or so you thought - accent in his words, heavy and beautiful as it rolled off his tongue.

You told him your name with a flustered smile and he told you his with a peck on your hand, a downright sexy grin lifting the corners of his lips. His electric blue eyes and the small wrinkles around his eyes only made him look even more irresistible, it would probably fix your problems, finding someone sweet but feral to love and fuck you.

“Meet my friend, ” he gestured to the man who’d been staring at you so intensely, dark and dreamy with those pale lashes, “We call ‘im Ghost.”

You blinked, confused by the name until you realised it was probably an alias to keep his real name hidden, much like König did. Ghost was broader than him, but shorter than the 6’10 giant that lived in your house.

“Simon for you, luv,” Ghost - Simon as he told you - graced you with his sinfully deep and raspy voice, finally turning his chest towards you and peering down at you like you were a prey that he’d devour in a bite, “Buy you another drink?”

You’ve never felt more sure about your decision when you nodded, clenching your thighs at Simon’s wandering hands and Johnny’s gentle grip on your back.

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stargirlrchive · 4 months

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bsf biker!simon …. i’m having thoughts

#dbf biker!simon too hm….#i’m writing rn brb #anissa’s rambles ୨୧

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xo-cod · 5 months

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So I opened a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and I immediately thought about DBF!Simon. Def the type who would smoke it like after sex, (smoking hot) walking to the balcony to light a cigarette with the moonlight shining on his sweat-soaked body. And you’re just laying there on the bed broken because that man is so good at doing what he does he broke your pussy and he’s just fucking smoking like it’s nothing.

SCREECHING :"(((

simon's huge broad frame illuminated by the moonlight, overlooking the city as the cigarette lays between his fingers. a soft hum leaving his lips recalling just how your pretty body writhed and squirmed under him crying out for more. he shouldn't be doing this, he knows that. still, a ring of smoke passes his lips before he pressed the butt of the cigarette against the wall, discarding it away before he turned back to you. the sight of you catching your breath on the bed strokes his ego and with a deep chuckle, he took another step back into the room again.

you allow your eyes to roam how his huge muscles bulged when he flexed and tensed them, the small red marks painted on his skin from how intense he had pleasured you, watching how cocky he was without even saying anything. he knew what he wanted and it was you.

simon riley certainly had been different then what you had expected. you never thought an older man would ever be in your cards. you could never go for someone who was the age of your father let alone for one of his friends. though now you couldn't never turn back from simon. no, he was a drug and you were hooked on his taste.

your eyes trailed down his abdomen, across his v line and to happy trail that disappeared down his sweatpants that hung loosely around his waist. wanting to go again but knowing just how sensitive you were

"is my little lovie all tired out, hm?" simon cooed, crawling back into bed and pulling you against him again. the smell of smoke with his musk was one that couldn't be describe yet set your soul on fire everytime you breathed him in. he held you securely over his chest, brushing your hair out of your face. you didn't reply, just basking within each others glow and the serenity that came with it after how he fucked you so well.

"told you your legs would be too sore to walk on" his tone is a murmur but it holds amusement, proud of himself for following through on his promise. though he peppers you with plenty kisses accompanied with a gentle massage. your tired laugh calls to him like a siren and he gives you a gentle kiss on your lips, caressing your face with such a tenderness it makes you absolutely melt in his arms <33

#asks #simon riley #simon riley x reader #dbf!ghost #dbf!simon riley

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kruegerspillow · 4 months

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dbf! simon headcanons ! (MDNI)

dbf! simon who would make you suck on his digits, watching the way your saliva drips down your chin— taking his fingers so well.

dbf! simon who always gives you visits whenever your parents aren't home <3

dbf! simon who always praises you, telling you that you're doing great for him and taking him deeply into your milky cunt.

dbf! simon who gets whiny whenever he's close, but tries to hide it from you by biting onto your neck like a feral dog !!!!!

dbf! simon who's so pissed whenever you prank him but can't stay mad at you.

dbf! simon who takes you to rides in his car (which turns out into a.. steamy car ride :3)

dbf! simon always touching you, even not with lust?? like he HAS to interlink his fingers with yours, hug you from behind, kiss you, anywhere and anytime.

#call of duty #cod x reader #cod #call of duty warzone #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley headcanons #dbf! simon #simon riley x reader #simon x reader #simon riley imagine

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tojisun · 6 months

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dbf!simon is very much dear john by taylor swift coded

my goodness?? no yea absolutely!! im??? WHAT???? i cant move on, this hurts terribly

toxic!dbf!biker!simon was sent to me so i can hurt all of us and yk what? im actually sorry for this one because dear gods simon is mean

!! made simon unlikeable (ooc, even) and im really sorry for that; suggestive; age gap; power imbalance // biker!simon mlist // prev - 01, 02

simon’s late.

of course he is. when was he ever on time? when has he ever prioritized you above all else?

he said he’d pick you up at six and promised that he’d bring you the helmet that’s only ever reserved for you. it’s a pretty pink one with a little skull painted on the right top of the shell, personally customized by simon.

“reminds me of you, sweet girl,” he whispered the first time he presented it to you, grinning as though he’s the only man who’s made you feel special; as though he knows he is.

he promised to bring his bike because he said it’s faster; because he said he’s got somewhere to bring you. some place, probably in the outskirts of the city, where he can spoil you. because that’s all you are to him anyway: a secret. a fling. someone who he knows he can always turn to.

and you should’ve known that simon’s promises are ephemeral. that all that they’re good for is to make your stomach swoop and your heart flutter, long enough that when the betrayal hits, it hits harder. you should’ve known that his promises are but cacophonies that get smothered in the wind because simon doesn’t follow through. he never has.

but you never learn, huh?

too busy being in love, too busy being starry eyed. too busy counting down the hours, minutes, seconds because for some reason, for some stupidly heartbreaking reason, you think he loves you back. you think that he even can.

you think that once simon comes, he’ll be all apologetic, begging for your forgiveness as he whimpers his i’m sorry’s and his i’ll do better’s on your forehead or on your cheeks or even on your lips. that he’ll cradle you in his arms like the precious jewel that you are, careful and tender, before helping you get on his bike.

but an hour has already passed and the next hour is just eleven minutes away from being completed, still, simon has yet to show up. your messages remained unseen and your calls continued to be unreturned.

you’ve bitten your lips raw, not enough to bleed but just enough that you feel the sting whenever you sigh. you’ve taken to walking around the lounge area of the library to stretch your legs out and to give your numb butt a break, occasionally bumbling towards the water dispenser to grab a quick drink, because you wished that all these little things can eat up time faster. you wished that if you just distracted yourself enough, then time will speed up and simon will finally come.

still-

“hello everyone, the library will be closing soon. i repeat, the library will be closing soon. please proceed to the checkout for those who want to bring home items, otherwise, thank you so much for coming in today! we open at 09:00 am tomorrow!”

oh.

you gather your things with a sigh, pretending that the back of your eyes aren’t stinging as tears begin to prick and pool. you ignore your trembling fingers as you swipe at your phone again, checking to see if simon’s called or messaged, only to feel the remaining pieces of your heart shatter at seeing nothing from him at all. you throw your phone back in your bag before zipping it close and slinging it on your back. you stomp out of the library, your breaths stuttering at the weight of your heartache.

you fall into a quiet autopilot as you get on the bus and trek back to the dorms. you remember that your mom had asked if you were going to come visit soon and you decide that perhaps what you need is a change of scenery for now so you dig for your phone just to tell her you’ll be home for the weekend, dutifully ignoring the desire to check if simon’s replied.

(it takes a heartbeat before you do check, thrums of morbid anticipation being chased away by the lack of notifications from him. this seals your need to flee back home.)

you mumble a hello to your roommate and to her girlfriend before locking yourself in your room to pack a duffel bag. you continue to pretend that you are not hyperaware of your phone as you stuff your bag with clothes, your laptop, and your books.

a knock brings you back to reality.

“hey lovie?” your roommate asks, her voice trembling from exhaustion.

“yeah?” you respond as you pad towards the door and open it for her. she smiles when she sees you. “what’s up?”

“someone’s downstairs, buzzing for you.”

“oh,” you say because you already know who it is.

“yeah,” she replies, standing up taller in sudden attentiveness, her previous sleepiness dispelled at hearing the dejected timbre of your voice. “you want me to chase him off?”

“no!”

you cringe at the ferocity of your reply, which makes her flinch, and you awkwardly clear your throat when the moment settles.

her girlfriend peeks around the corner to check on you two. “everythin’ alright?”

“yeah,” you say, coughing. “i, uh. i got it, thanks.”

you wave off their concern as you snag your keys from the counter and slide into your shoes before taking the elevator back down. you worried your bottom lip again, your brows furrowed as reality rushed back into you—simon’s come to your dorm. simon’s come to you.

you play with your fingers as you step out of the building, your lungs constricting at seeing simon parked just a few feet away. his helmeted head is turned towards the entrance of your building, and even though he’s got his face hidden by the visor, you know simon’s seen you.

still, he doesn’t stand.

he doesn’t make any effort to come to you. so you stay there by the building, blinking your eyes at him, waiting for simon to come close. for simon to be the one to take that first step into apologizing—because why else would he be here if not for that? if not for a pitiful and pathetic apology which you will digest as you are starved of any inkling of affection from simon?

but simon continues to remain still and even if you are desperate for everything he has to give, a bigger part of you knows this is too much. so you turn, sniffling as tears trickle from the corners of your eyes, and move to walk back into your dorm building.

“love, wait!” simon calls, but you remain facing the building even as your ears pick up the sound of scuffed boots against gravel, speeding towards you.

you whimper when simon’s hand closes around your wrist, tugging so that you are facing him again. his helmet’s still on but the visor’s pushed up and you bite a whine when your eyes meet his stormy ones.

“i said ‘wait,’ sweetheart,” simon murmurs, his hold tightening before he tugs you ever so closer to him. close enough that you see the lines on his face and the lone scar that runs from the side of his temple before disappearing into the tresses of his hair. close enough that you smell a faint vanilla sticking to his leather jacket. close enough that you see a littering of faint hickeys on his exposed neck.

“fuck you.”

simon’s head rears, not expecting the vitriol from your voice. he barks out a laugh.

“where’d my sweet girl go?”

“i’m not your fucking sweet girl!” you snarl, shaking his hold off of you. “i’m not your fucking anything!”

simon sighs like you are being difficult on purpose. like you are the one at fault. like you are the one who made him wait for two hours as he hanged onto the promise that you whispered to him nights ago. like you are the one who didn’t show up and forced him to find his way back home even amidst his heartache. like you are the one who chose to fuck someone even when you knew he was waiting for you.

because simon knew. he wouldn’t be here in front of you if he didn’t.

and isn’t it almost laughable how you thought he was going to apologize?

“love, is this about-”

“just leave, mr. riley,” you breathe out, the fire of anger that burned within you was extinguished into quiet sputters of your agony. “i made it back anyway. you don’t have to be here anymore.”

simon huffs a humourless laugh, the sound almost resembling a growl instead. “oh, so i’m ‘mr. riley’ now?” he pulls you even closer. “what happened to calling me ‘simon’? or even ‘si’?”

he leans towards you, his helmet bumping your head. “what happened to calling me ‘daddy’?”

simon steps back far enough that your hand misses his head, a hit that would’ve been futile anyway given his helmet.

you choke on your sob, the sound ripping from the base of your throat and tumbling into the cool air. and even then, even amidst the display of your heartbreak, simon continues to just stare you down.

“fuck you,” you repeat, your voice a quiet rasp.

simon hums, his boots crunching against the gravel as he turns. then, he says, “call me when y’r ready to talk to me like a mature person, kid.”

you run back into your building, not bothering to respond to him or to watch him drive off. you barely make it into the elevator before you crumple to your knees, your head dizzy with the intensity of your misery, your heart shredded into pieces.

made myself tear up too yey!!! @prttyangelz u got me sobbing teehee <333

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magpiemoon6 · 6 months

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Me and my friend planned an entire plot for a fanfic instead of doing our work :)

#smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #konig cod #john soap mactavish #john price #i love dilfs #dbf simon riley #im procastinating #fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3fic #simon riley

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lvrxly · 6 months

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dbf!simon who loves the size difference between the two of you. the constant burning stare that lingers after you hug him hello, he can't get over how his arms are as big as your waist.

"it's so good to finally see you again, y/n" he says against the top of your head, his arms wrapped around your waist as the two of you sway side to side in the doorway. after he pulls away his gaze lingers on your body as you walk away to speak with your father. he can't stop thinking about how his entire hand could engulf that little wrist of yours. or how your fingers would barely connect once wrapped around his cock.

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dbf!simon who loves to tease you whenever you sit next to him at the dinner table, his tatted hands gripping the flesh of your thigh, kneading and caressing your skin just enough to make you squirm.

"you gotta keep quiet for me babydoll, can't have anyone gettin' suspicious.." he whispers into your ear while no one is looking, his fingers slowly sliding north as his hand makes its way to your panties under your skirt.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

dbf!simon who would fuck you hard and fast, whispering and babbling dirty little praise phrases as he watches his cock bully in and out of your little cunt.

"so fuckin' perfect for me lovie..fuck..taking this cock so well, yeah?" his fist full of your hair as your face in pressed into the pillow, his other hand gripping your hip with such a force there will definitely be bruises left in its wake.

"taking your dads best friends cock? yeah? you like your men a little older huh? fuck baby..like your men with some experience under their belt? yeah i know you do.."

#i need him so bad #simon ghost riley #ghost smut #dads best friend #simon riley smut #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #cod headcanons #cod x reader

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yawnderu · 7 months

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🌿Masterlist

Simon Riley Masterlist | Smut Masterlist | Bimbo!Reader Masterlist | Dad!Ghost Masterlist

Do not translate, post, or put my content into AI tools.

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🕷✧ATSV/COD MWII Twitter AU Masterlist

✧ Virgin!König

✧ Pec shaking

✧ Pervert - König x Reader

✧ Neighbor!Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Sex Pollen

✧ Simon ''Ghost'' Riley

✧ König

✧ Nikto

✧ Miguel O'Hara

✧ Astarion

DBF!Keegan

✧ Headcanons Part I

✧ Headcanons Part II

✧ Headcanons Part III

✧ Thin Walls (NSFW collab)

Fluff

Simon ''Ghost'' Riley:

✧ You make it hard to be a ghost

✧ Longing

✧Together

✧ I'll meet you there

✧ Idyllic

✧ Believer

✧ Birthday Boy

✧ Salvatore

✧ Seasons don't fear the reaper

✧ Doomed (Happy Ending)

✧ Shooting Star

✧ Spellbound

✧ Happy Cake Day

✧ Roadman!Ghost

✧ Roadman!Ghost Part II

✧ Domestic life

✧ Awful Cooking

✧ Wedding

Miguel O'Hara:

✧ Parenthood

Nikto:

✧ Infatuation

Attention - Keegan P. Russ x Fem!OC

Angst & Hurt/Comfort

✧ Mann Gegen Mann - Nikto x Reader

✧ Cold - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Afraid - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Tainted - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Living Dead Man - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Lorelei - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader (Ongoing)

✧ Savior - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Doomed - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Unexpected pregnancy - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Immortal She - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Love never leaves - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Genesis - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Reaper - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Daddy's Girl - Vladimir Makarov x Reader

Ongoing Series

✧ Discord - Keegan P. Russ x Reader

✧ K-9 - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ She Wants Me Dead - Miguel O'Hara x Reader

✧ Lorelei - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

✧ Cowgirl - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley/TF141 x Reader

Character Studies

✧ Simon ''Ghost'' Riley - Character Study

✧ Comic Simon being a sweetheart

✧ Simon ''Ghost'' Riley being a family man

✧ Mild Ghost - Ramble

✧ Ghost and insecurity

✧ König - Character Study

Drabbles

✧ Situationship with Ghost

✧ Situationships with Ghost Part II

✧ Goofing around with Soap

✧ Toxic!FWB!Ghost

✧ Pervert!Roommate!Simon

✧ Pervert!Roommate!Simon Part II

✧ Pimp!Ghost

✧ Lactation - DBF!Keegan

Haunted: Paranormal AU

The ominous dark figure of a brooding man follows you everywhere you go after playing with a Ouija board on drunken night, souls bound together ever since you were born.

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cyberfreaky · 5 months

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dbf!simon who pays you a visit while you’re home alone & finds you asleep in the living room.

his lips curl into a smirk at the sight of your body laid across the leather sofa, your knees bent with one leg fallen to the side. your lace panties are on display as your mini skirt bunched around your hips - giving him the perfect view of your clothed cunt.

simon decides to wake you up the best way possible. you’d told him he could whatever he pleased with your body, awake or asleep. the suggestion went both ways - the two of you could barley keep your hands off each other every chance you got.

he kneels down in front of the couch, rough hands smoothing across your plush thighs. the way you stirred in your sleep made him chuckle, full lips parted while you softly inhaled and exhaled. simon’s fingers would trace down your body, appreciating every inch of you before they latched around the hem of your panties. pulling them down ever so slowly, till he’d slipped them off you entirely.

the older man felt his cock twitch as he licked his lips, caressing your inner thighs and admiring your pretty pussy. simon would lean forward, scissoring your soft folds apart as the flat of his tongue dragged across your clit. he’d give your sensitive nub a few kitten licks, rousing you from your slumber as you began to stir.

“s-si?” you’d whimper, hips bucking subtly as you unconsciously began to grind against simon’s mouth.

simon would chuckle, pulling away from your clit with a slight ‘pop’. “mhm, ‘s me darlin’.” he’d your calves over his shoulder as he pulled your body forward. simon would use his large hands to keep your hips pressed against the sofa, as he began to suck on your puffy clit and run his tongue down the length of your glistening pussy. your slick was sweet and sticky, making him that more excited.

“dreamin’ about me?” simon would taunt, locking eyes with you for a moment as he kissed your navel. his head would dip back down, the tip of his tongue circling around your clit. he’d suck and lick it fiendishly like you were his last meal, grunting softly into your cunt as your arousal coated his mouth.

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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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cw: age gap, reader is mid 20s, call off the pitch forks. f!reader, smut:)

dbf!price babyyyy

dbf!price met you on your 18th birthday for the first time, and he thought nothing of you. Just a slip of woman, if he can even call you that.

you are just simon's precious daughter.

and it stayed that way for years. he came over a lot, mostly to get away from his nagging wife and occasionally he'd see you whenever you were home from college.

again, nothing other than polite.

until one day, the guys had come over for some beer and sports. price had walked into the kitchen to get himself another beer when he noticed you on your tip toes trying to get a box of cereal from the very top shelf of the pantry.

he chuckled under his breath as he heard you mutter a string of curses when your fingertips pushed the box closer to the wall and decided to intervene.

his footsteps were silent as he approached you from behind, and easily reached for the cereal, grabbing it with a large hand.

"Oh! Thank you, daddy! I don't know why you insist on-"

you choke on your spit when you turn around and realize that it's not your dad that helped you, but his friend. his captain.

a bright, rosy hue spreads across your cheeks as your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water.

"I- oh! oh my god i, listen, jesus, i'm so sorry mr. price i don't- i thought it was my dad, obviously. i'm so sorry god how embarrassing-"

you're babbling but john hears nothing other than the word you so sweetly said on repeat inside of his head.

daddy, daddy, daddydaddydaddy-

"-right, mr. price?"

he's snapped back to reality with your question.

"yeah, love, i'm alright. I was just thinking if i turned off the stove before coming over or not."

thank god for your naïveté because you take him for his word, and ramble about how it happens to the best of us, good thing that stoves are now electric and whatever other nonsense.

he hands you the now-indented box of cereal and swiftly steps away from you.

"i'll tell simon that he's got to be mindful of the short occupants of his house," john playfully teases.

the peal of laughter you let out sends a jolt straight to his stiffening cock.

"i'm not short! it's not my fault all of you guys are just so big!"

oh sweetheart, you have no idea how big he is.

he has to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from thinking about you and the pussy he undoubtedly knows is just so tight, scorching hot and arousal sweet as honey-

"i'll see ya later, mr. price!"

he blinks rapidly, smiles and watches you walk out of the kitchen and turn the corner.

john grabs himself from outside his trousers, palm shifting his now fully erect, thick length around to hide it as best he can.

damn.

he scratches the side of his bearded face, and pops open the fridge, finally grabbing a beer.

god fucking damn.

later in the evening, once he's sobered up enough, he goes home and he fucks his wife with renewed vigor, until she's a sobbing mess under him, clawing at his broad back with her nails, and her walls spasming around him, drenching him with her slick.

john comes violently, black dots peppering his vision and a guttural groan clawing its way out of his throat, your name on the very tip of his tongue.

he doesn't hold his wife as she falls asleep just as how he left her- naked, body cooling with sweat, cunt full of his spend.

this mutton is not the lamb he wants.

#call of duty #john price x f reader #john price smut #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #john price x you

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