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stargirlrchive · 4 months

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simon who gets agitated when you mention you’re going to kiss a random stranger for your new years kiss. you’re all out at bar, none of you have anyone waiting back home so it only made sense that you would all spend it together at some worn down bar.

you’re laughing quietly as you mention it, shrugging your shoulders, “one kiss won’t hurt, plus it’s not like i’ll ever see them again.”

but simon can’t help the way his fingers prickle at the thought of your pretty lips on someone else’s.

it was about five minutes before the clock struck that you started prowling. a pretty smile on your face, batting your lashes when you found your pick.

of course, if you were able to have it your way you’d be kissing simon, but you knew that would never happen.

so it was even more of a shock when everyone starts counting down and you feel gloved hands wrapping around your wrist, gently tugging you until you stumble into someone’s broad and toned chest.

you’re about to protest when you realize it’s simon, his mask pulled up to his nose and face dipped down closer to yours.

“THREE…TWO…”

your breath hitched, if you moved a hair closer his lips would be on yours. but he was giving you room to pull away, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation but there was none.

“ONE!”

you’re the one that pushes your lips onto his, and he’s so warm and soft. his fingers digging into your hips as your hands wrap around his neck to pull him closer.

it’s messy, tongue and teeth and he’s kissing you like his life depends on it. pulling you flush against him as one of his hands threads through your hair.

you only come apart because someone, johnny, claps simon’s shoulder roughly. you can feel the way simon grumbles in annoyance when he pulls away.

the two of you caged in by the rest of your team, gaz ruffling your hair as he smiles knowingly at simon, “about damn time, lt.”

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader smut #simon riley x gender neutral reader #call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut

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obsessivelullabies · 3 months

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seeing simon’s face for the first time.

simon was anxious to show you what his face was. he swore to himself the next time he opened himself to someone would be during his autopsy. until he met you.

you changed everything. his whole life began to revolve around you. he adored you. he constantly worried if you felt the same. simon’s a confident man, he wasn’t ugly - far from it, but he worried about what taking off the mask symbolized.

late at night, you two stayed up in bed, talking mindlessly. simon had promised to show you his face tonight. you waited patiently for him. you knew that no matter what simon looked like, you would love him.

as the conversation dulled, simon took a deep breath and silently slipped off the mask. you stared at his face in pure awe and adoration. he was perfect to you.

immediately, you nuzzled your nose against his, pressing your lips onto his, savoring the taste and feel of his lips. simon drew your body closer to him.

as you pulled away, you don’t know when you teared up, you babbled your next words, “si..”

“yes, lovie?” he whispered.

“i never would’ve guessed you were blonde,” you choked out through tears.

simon simply chuckled in response, kissing you once again.

i’ve studied and practiced my english for YEARS and NO ONE told me gargled was not a term for speaking. /nm

masterlist! | requests are open. | comments and reblogs appreciated.

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naivegh0ul · 6 months

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ghost who is soooo sensitive. like crazy sensitive. he struggles not to cum instantly when he's inside you because you just feel so good. so warm and wet and tight and fuck, he's cumming.

and when he cums, he cums. dumps bucket loads inside you. his voice gets all high and whiny when he cums, too. his hips jerking and his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck bc he's so embarrassed that he came before you even started.

the best thing about his sensitivity tho is that he can go again once he's finished cumming. doesn't matter if he's barely finished emptying his balls, he's going again, mouth on yours as he thrusts his sticky, cum-covered cock into you.

#boyfriend!ghost #gender neutral reader #ghost cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x gender neutral reader #simon riley x gender neutral reader #ghost smut #how do we feel about the lowercase writing?#trying a less formal formatting this time #idk if i like it #its easy to write but #it seems kinda childish #idk

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dmitriene · 3 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤthis scene, but with simon ghost riley

when he returns to you from a mission that takes at most a month, but for you almost half a lifetime, and the distance seems incredibly viscous and uncomfortable, the absence of his smell in the house, the sound of his footsteps, a couple of personal belongings and warm touches, all of this are not new, but everytime uncomfortable, because he's not here.

everything changes only when he finally returns, with the noise of the front door, the sound of heavy bags and his slightly battered breathing, he was in a hurry, maybe even walked half the distance to the house so as not to wait for transport for a long time, just because he missed you as much as you missed him, wanted to see you, to finally come back home.

so you end up in the bed in a pile of mixed limbs, it doesn't matter to you how much dirt is on his uniform and whether it remains on you or your shared bed, the only thing that worries you at this moment is his greedy, quick kisses on your lips, which you open to meet his mouth as quickly as possible and with knocked down huffs of breath, trying to gasp for air, just for him to slot his mouth against yours.

and you no longer feel discomfort, boredom, your chest tighten with the warm feeling that he is finally at home, whole, not allowing you to breathe from how actively he covers you with his intimacy, squeezing your body in his hands with a slight tremor and bruising force, but you do not mind, on the contrary, only finally finding the strength to wrap your arms and legs around him in return, muttering into his wet, swollen from kissing lips

— “w-welcome.. hah.. welcome home, si, missed you so much„

and simon responds with the same eagerness, out of breath, grasping greedily for gulps of air and swallowing sharply, only to rejoin your lips, surrendering himself to the warmth and softness of which he missed so much, speaking unintelligibly into the sensitive, reddened flesh of your lips as he held your face gently with both calloused palms

— “missed you too, lovie, fuck'n hell, how i missed you„

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lxvebun · 1 month

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୨୧My friend put me on this 15 minute challenge where you just write whatever for 15 minutes and then post it. And since I've been putting writing off for a bit perhaps this will help me get back into it♡

୨୧Content: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gender neutral reader. Fluff/comfort. Not edited. Simon just really misses you</3. Eng is not my first language and im writing this WAY past my bedtime, so lmk if there are any annoying mistakes<3

There's this Japanese legend that says, "if you can't sleep at night, it's because you are awake in someone else's dream."

Ever since hearing it it has carved itself into Simon's mind. Becoming a thought and belief of comfort for him

It's on loop in his head as he lays awake at night, tucked into a sleeping bag instead of the warm soft covers of your bed. Cold still biting at his skin despite being fully covered in multiple layers of clothing, his body betrays him as it desperately begs for your body heat

There's really no reason for him to still be awake right now. His body is tired, muscles already aching from pushing through thick blankets of snow and his eyelids are heavy and dry from trying to see depth between the white of the snow and the black of the seemingly endless woods. His mind however feels alert and fresh and very awake, picking up on the slightest sounds such as the quiet breaths of Johnny sleeping next to him, or the creaks of the old rotten wooden floors of the abandoned cabin bending under the weight of Price's footsteps as he does his rounds for guard duty tonight.

He hopes that the legend is true. That the reason he's awake right now is because he's kissing you breathless in your dreams. He likes to belief that when you wake up you do so with the lingering feeling of his kisses pressing against your skin, a phantom touch of warmth that the dream version of himself leaves behind for you.

And Hopefully when sleep catches up to him, he'll awake with the lingering feeling of your lips on his skin too.

Thank you for reading angel!<3

More Simon fics >:)

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #cod mw2 x reader #cod x reader #cod fluff #simon riley x gender neutral reader #simon riley x gn reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon ghost x you

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vcnillazelda · 1 year

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hi :) i wanted to request some simon riley x male reader where the reader is drunk and confesses to simon that he’s in love w him while simon is walking him home or something but the reader is so drunk and doesn’t realise he’s talking to simon himself and hes like like “shhh you can’t tell simon tho” yk? and simon also likes the reader and simon is just kinda smiling finding this all very adorable and the reader is talking about how adorable and funny he thinks simon is and simon is quit flustered cuz usually ppl are scared of him but the reader isn’t and even thinks he’s adorable and the readers is also quit clingy and close w simon and a couple days later simon confronts reader (who doesn’t remember this anymore cuz he was so drunk) and it ends w fluff/ smut (if you don’t feel comfortable w writing smut it can be just fluff<33) thank you<3333

pining

simon riley x reader

summary: after a year of pining for each other, everything finally comes out

tags: gender not specified (implied as male but can be read as any) :), drunken confessions, mutual pining, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), blowjobs/face fucking, rough sex, size kink bc he’s fucking huge let’s be honest, sir kink, dumbification, no prep, clinginess, aftercare, fluff, first ily’s

minors please dni

a/n: this is so cute skdjkdj

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“i think you’ve had enough, sergeant.” your lieutenant states, pulling the glass from your hand. you frown, leaning against the table. “no, i’m totally fine!“ your protests go unheard as simon grasps your hand. “i’m taking them home, they’ve had enough.” he tells the group, who nod. “nooo…” you whine as the larger man drags you from the bar. “you’re so mean t’me.” you frown, not letting go of his hand. “is that so?” he looks at you as you nod. “yea, you never let me stay out with the others. it’s not fair. i wanna spend time with him!” you sigh heavily and simon’s interest piques. “with who?” he questions, knowing full well he’s invading your privacy whilst you’re drunk. “with ghost..!” you slur out, stumbling a little. simon’s hand catches you before you fall, steadying you as you let out a soft ‘thanks’. “he’s so lovely, y’know?? so sweet and huggable and kissable, i just wanna smooch him.” you giggle, continuing your walk home with your friend.

“you love him?” ghost asks, not trying to sound too hopeful. truth be told, he adored you and wanted you for himself. “definitely. simon’s so kind to me. he’s so sweet..! don’t tell him i told you this.” you press a finger to your lips and simon nods. “i wont tell a soul.” he assures you as you noticeably slow down a little. you scrub your eyes, sighing. “m’so tired…” you mutter, and simon seizes the opportunity. “let me carry you.” he suggests, and you nod a little, opening your arms. simon hoists you up onto his back, arms wrapped around your legs so you wouldn’t fall as your own arms curl around his broad shoulders. “you’re tall…” you whisper, hiding your face in his neck. simon’s stomach explodes with butterflies as he feels your soft breaths through his hoodie. “mhm.” he hums, thankful you can’t see how red his face is.

after walking a few blocks, he feels a soft hiccup, assuming it’s because of the alcohol you drank until he feels a few tears dampen his shoulder. “what’s wrong?” he asks, and you hum a little. “sorry… just thinking.” you reply, raising your head to wipe your eyes. “don’t be sorry. tell me what’s wrong.” whilst he’s awful at comfort, simon can admit he’s a good listener. “it’s just…. do you think simon loves me too?” you ask, voice sad. “of course i do. i think he loves you more than you realise, he’s just too scared to tell you.” he responds, voice low. “thank you… i needed to hear that…” you mutter, head falling to his shoulder. you’re sound asleep, and so simon continues walking home. after tucking you up in your apartment and leaving a glass of water on your bedside table and putting your keys back by the front door, simon leaves to his own home, his mind racing with your confession.

after a few days, he finally sees you again on base. you’re happy, as per usual, yet acting as if you never told simon anything. it confuses him for a second, then it dawns on him that you didn’t remember a single thing from that night. it saddens him to know that you poured your heart out to him yet didn’t remember it, but he’s too scared to confront you about it in case you state that he’s got it all wrong, after all you were barely sober that night. alas, he doesn’t push you away nor pretend to want to, he just goes about his days as if you never said anything to him. during the late evening, you’re currently sat upon his desk, chatting away and using some hand gestures as he hums, not entirely listening. simon’s too busy thinking about how gorgeous you look, as well as that damned night he hasn’t been able to get out of his head. it’s consumed every waking moment of his days, he’s completely clouded with love. “y/n.” he states suddenly, and you freeze. “what’s up?” you ask, brows furrowing.

“i um… are you sure you don’t remember anything from that night we went drinking?” he asks, and you nod. “yeah, why? did i say something stupid?” you reply, and he shrugs a little. “it wasn’t stupid, it’s just… you’re a very… emotional drunk.” he replies, hating how he’s stammering a little. “simon what’s wrong? if i said something to upset you i want to know.” you frown, hopping off his desk to gently grasp his arms. his breathing hitches softly and he prays you didn’t see it. “it’s not that you upset me, it’s just… well…” he averts your gaze, uncharacteristically nervous all of a sudden. “y/n… do you have feelings for me?” he asks, swallowing the lump in his throat. you pale a little, eyes widening. “oh- simon i’m sorry i didn’t mean to say all that..! i’m so sorry.” you reply hastily, and his world feels like it’s crashing down. “so you don’t?” he asks, trying to keep his composure in check.

“of course i do… i really do. i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable.” you pull away, back hitting his desk. simon let’s out a sigh, muttering a soft ‘thank god’ under his breath. you didn’t hear it, eyes looking into his. “i’m sorry, simon. i can go..?” you gesture to the door of his office, yet he shakes his head. feeling a boost of confident knowing your mutual feelings, he pulls of his mask. your eyes widen and you go to avert your gaze. “simon??” you ask, yet he steps forward, capturing your face in his hands as he kisses you. you’re a little startled, your hands resting upon his shoulders, yet you’re quick to melt into his affection as your feelings multiply. “i really like you too, y/n…” he mutters, hands grasping your sides, pushing you up onto his desk with his body. “simon…” you whisper, fingers gently stroking his cheeks.

“you’re beautiful.” you tell him as he hums, kissing you again. the motion is more needy, desperate and your arms wrap around his neck. teeth clash as tongues meet, all that tension you both felt melting away as you indulge one another. “i need you, right now.” simon mumbles, voice gruff and husky. “me too..” you respond, leaving wet kisses along his jaw. his hands pull off your clothes, relishing how your body looks as his hands roam. “simon..” you mumble, tugging his shirt a little. he immediately strips it off, a little self conscious about the scars adorning his figure; yet you smile and give them soft kisses. sinking to your knees, you kiss the one on his stomach as your fingers undo his belt. he shuffles his pants off, letting them pool around his ankles as his hardening cock throbs in expectation. he’s been picturing you before him like this for many nights, and it’s all much more beautiful in real life.

“do you want this?” you ask, eyes peering up into his- it drives him mad. “yes.” he nods, and with his confirmation you take off his boxers, grasping his cock with a firm grip. his breath catches as his hand tangles into your hair as your tongue swirls around his head, collecting the precum drooling from his reddened tip. his hips immediately snap into your mouth, hitting your face. you don’t stop him, in fact your slender hands grasp his hips to pull him in with each thrust. it’s driving simon wild. he moans softly, his cock fucking into your pretty mouth the way it had in his dreams, his dick twitching as you hum softly around him, the noise vibrating straight to his balls. his high is rapidly approaching yet he doesn’t want to cum yet, pulling from your mouth roughly, ignoring how your teeth gently scrape over his sensitive skin. “get up.” he commands, and you immediately oblige. just as you go to kiss him, he turns you around, bending you over his desk.

the excitement you feel is at it’s peak as simon rests your hips upon his desk, enjoying how your feet barely brush against the floor. “don’t even think ‘m gonna fit.” he mutters, fingers brushing over your hole as you clench. “please, i need your cock in me right now.” you beg, not caring about anything else as lust blinds you. simon chuckles softly, pressing his wet tip to your hole. he knows the door to his room is unlocked, anyone could walk in to find you all whored out on his desk, it’s thrilling. “please simon, please i need you.” you beg, hole desperately trying to suck his tip in. simon smiles, slowly pressing into you as you moan, fingers scratching at his desk. you can’t help but lean forward as his cock impales you, yet simon grabs your hips and pulls you back. you’re panting and whimpering as he allows you to adjust for a moment, walls gripping the intrusion tight. “loosen up for me, baby.” he mutters, voice strained slightly. you do your best to do so, yet the sting of your needy hole being stretched by his shaft as he pushes in makes you clench again. “i’m not gonna tell you again.” he demands, and you sob a little at the pain. “m’sorry, sir. i’m sorry.” you blubber, twitching around his cock.

without much warning, simon begins to thrust. it starts slow but hard, tip ramming into that sweet spot, making you see stars. “oh- fuck..!” you wail, yet his hand comes around to clasp over your mouth. “shut up or someone will hear you.” he snaps, and you whine against his palm. slowly, he releases your mouth, listening to your soft moans as he fucks into you. “faster- faster, sir please.” you whimper, hips raising off his desk. simon indulges you, his hips slapping against your ass with each quick thrust. you bite your hand, moaning loudly against your skin. “well done, stay nice and quiet. we don’t want someone walking in now, do we?” he coos, hand gripping your hair and tugging your head back, affectively arching your spine so he could continue to hammer into that sensitive spot. you keen, hands gripping his desk as you try to steady yourself as well as keep the table from knocking against the wall, knowing full well there’s a room adjacent from it.

his cock fucks into you so hard it forces you back down onto your stomach, your hips lifting off his desk once more as simon slips a hand under your abdomen to pleasure you. you moan louder, squeezing tightly as simon grunts. “you feel so good, sir..” you tell him, voice wavering as your legs spread to give him further access to your throbbing sex. “shh. someone will hear you.” he hushes you once more, skilled hand tipping you over the edge. you cum hard, trembling as you sob, your cum dripping off his desk and onto his floor, leaving behind a puddle. “well done, baby. you’re doing so well for me.” simon keeps going, pulling more and more cum from your shaking body as your pleasure continues to rise. the liquid gushing from you almost stops as simon pulls his hand away, yet the harsh thrusts against that bundle of nerves deep in your core causes your cum to squirt out, hitting his thighs and dripping down. “fuck- you look so hot like this. i’ve dreamt of this for so long.” simon grunts, hand pressing to your back to force your chest to be completely flat against his desk, his other hand keeping your hips elevated. “i cant- sir, please i cant- it’s too much..!” you sob, yet simon doesn’t falter as he continues to chase his high.

as soon as you orgasm once more, simon cums inside of you, moaning softly as his cock twitches, the sticky substance leaking from your abused hole as soon as he pulls out. “well done, love. you did so well for me.” he mumbles, easily scooping your limp form into his arms. you snuggle to his chest as simon cleans you up using his discarded shirt, loving how your sensitive area twitches when he touches it. “that was literally the best sex of my life.” you giggle, and simon let’s out a soft chuckle. “happy to have provided.” he mumbles, putting you on his bed. he’s quick to clean your cum from his desk and floor with his dirty shirt, throwing it into his laundry hamper. “c’mere.” you mumble, opening your arms to him. simon immediately obliges, getting into bed with you. “i love you, simon.” you mutter, and he hums. “i love you too, sweetie. get some sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up.” he mutters, hand rubbing your back as you cuddle into him. “g’night, si.” you slur out, completely falling asleep. “goodnight, baby.” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

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agender-wolfie · 9 months

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Y/N calls Simon Ghostie and everyone is flabbergasted as to how they get away with it except Price, Price knows. Ghost has a soft spot and it’s getting bigger by the day. But only Y/N can call him that. Soap tried it out once and got a death glare so bad it sent shivers down his spine. 💀

#gender neutral x reader #simon riley x gn reader #simon riley x gender neutral reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #baby girl ghost #ghost x reader #gn!reader

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exist4me · 1 year

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Random Ghost Headcanons 💀💖

Author’s notes: Just wrote this headcanon to procrastinate from studying for finals. I miss writing so enjoy. (I don’t own the gif)

word count:310 or so.

content warning: food mention.

Simon’s favourite pastime is watching you. When you're dancing while washing dishes, cooking a meal, or just humming to a song. He just likes to look at you and admire the way you move. When insomnia hits him late at night, he just sits in bed gazing at your peaceful face til sunrise. After a long deployment, he does this often.

He’s not known for being a good cook or baker but there is one meal that he makes the best. SHEPHERD’S PIE. He doesn’t cook it as often but that is what makes it even more special when he does. He brags about it all the time to the 141. Soap had to beg him to experience his specialty.

Simon likes to clean. He hates to see a dirty house. He keeps his room on the base and your guys’ home spotless. He surprisingly loves air fresheners. You bought them home one day, and he was obsessed with them.

If anyone asks Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley hates reality tv. Although he watches all of your favourites with him. Love is Blind, The Real Housewives of Atlanta, Too Hot To Handle, Bachelor/Bachelorette, and Love Island. He’s never missed one episode with you. Unfortunately, when he’s deployed you don’t watch without him, and avoiding spoilers is a challenge. He watched an episode without you once, and you didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day. He made it up to you though. You made him apologize to you like those guys in Love Island.

Ghost is weirdly good at Uno. He’s crazy competitive when it comes to that game. Don’t you dare give him a 2+ or 4+ card. He’d pout for the entire game while plotting his revenge.

Simon Riley has a sweet tooth. It’s a problem. ( A/N: Don’t ask I will not elaborate. He just does).

#ghost mw2 #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost headcanons #simon riley headcanons #simon riley x female reader #simon riley x f!reader #simon riley x gn reader #simon riley x gender neutral reader #ghost x female reader #ghost x f!reader #simon riley x black!reader #ghost x black reader

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thebeesatemyknees · 8 months

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How Simon Riley proposes to you.

Word count: 470 || Warnings: mention of sex but nothing explicit. || Reader: gender neutral. Pronouns: "you"

I think Simon would buy the ring when he first realises that he loves you and wants you in his life, but he would wait a long time to ask the big question.

He would think about different ways to propose to you, but in the end he wouldn't even have the time to plan anything - deciding to do it on a whim, when the moment feels right. When he is so overfilled with love and desire to be by your side forever, that he can't even put his emotions into words, not even his actions feeling sufficient enough anymore.

Simon has you underneath him as he makes love to you. One hand keeps your leg wrapped around his waist, the other gently cradles the top of your head as he holds himself up on his elbow. His lips hover right above yours, letting you exchange breaths and let out quiet moans in between the stolen kisses.

Later, he holds you close to his side, your head resting on his chest, as you both lie naked under the covers. You can hear his heart returning to a peaceful rhythm again. His arm is wrapped around you and his hand traces patterns on your exposed shoulder.

He kisses your forehead and reaches towards the drawer of his bedside table, making you groan with disapproval. But he quickly returns to his previous position, holding something small in his palm. You barely notice it at first, your body fully relaxed and mind a bit hazy from the release. And he just holds it in front of you both, not saying anything, just letting you look at the small black box that he then opens, revealing a shiny ring inside.

You turn your gaze to him and meet his eyes that have already been on you this whole time.

"Please," his voice is not higher than a whisper. Later, he will laugh and crack jokes at how shitty with words he is, not being able to even ask the big question properly. But in this moment, he's unable to say more, afraid that if he tries, his voice will break and betray how vulnerable he allows himself to get with you.

There are many thoughts suddenly running through his head. What if you say no? What if he loses you? Maybe he's being too greedy, maybe you'd be better off far away from him...

His mind is wiped clean the moment you kiss him. His hand goes to the back of your head, holding you close as he breathes in, only now realising that his breath was stuck in his chest this whole time.

He pulls away and takes your hand in his. You realise that your cheeks are wet, as he's putting the ring on your finger. You're not entirely sure if it's from your tears or his.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #simon riley x gender neutral reader #bees buzzed it

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the-whispers-of-death · 2 days

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Bartender!Reader

This is a masterlist of all of the Bartender!Reader Drabbles. The reader is gender neutral and with Simon "Ghost" Riley.

Pretending to Be Ghost's Partner

Ghost Scaring Away a Flirty Regular

This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!

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stargirlrchive · 6 months

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simon who’s on the phone w price but he’s guiding you up and down his cock. his voice is steady and even as they talk about the next mission they’re going to go on.

frowning up at you when you moan, a little too loud. like control yourself, can you not see he’s on the phone??

and when you can’t keep quiet he’s quickly pulling out of you, pushing your face into the couch cushion as he fucks you from behind.

all the while price is still on the phone, none the wiser :((((

#YEAHHHH ‼️‼️‼️#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader smut #simon riley x gender neutral reader #strgrl.fics ; ₊ ⊹

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obsessivelullabies · 27 days

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cw. simon riley x gender neutral reader. pure fluff! unedited.

after taking a bullet to the shoulder, simon was sent to a hospital on base for some rest. he hated hospitals. especially for a minor injury.

he noticed you immediately. a new nurse, always seeming slightly stressed yet with a small smile always.

you also took notice of simon fast. nobody ever visited him. ever. which made you so sad. you started spending your spare time with him, chatting with him and always asking him about himself.

at first, he was suspicious and dry. barely responded. mostly listened to you yap about your day. he couldn’t say he hated it.

over his few days stay, you became the best part of his day. one day, as he ate his tasteless hospital lunch, you came to eat with him.

“how is it?” you asked softly, sipping your coffee.

simon nearly rolled his eyes, “shitty.” he answered.

you felt bad. he was a lonely guy eating shitty food whilst trapped in a shitty, bland hospital. so, you tried your best to bring him a little joy.

the next day, you brought him a home cooked meal for lunch. you hoped he’d like it, having spent a lot of time working on it.

when you handed it to him, he didn’t have much of a reaction. or so it seemed. inside, his heart swelled for the first time in years.

simon thanked you, enjoying the meal alongside your company. he loved your cooking, yet it was almost too embarrassing for him to admit.

the day he left, you decided to be brave. you asked for any contact information he had.

years later, you cooked a meal for him nearly everyday. he still loves your cooking, just as much as the day he first tried it.

masterlist! | comments and reblogs appreciated! | this is very loosely based off how i met my husband lol

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naivegh0ul · 6 months

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Ghost kisses you through the mask a lot. A peck on the forehead before he's deployed on a mission, a quick kiss through the mask when he returns home and hasn't bothered to take his mask off yet.

He doesn't really get a lot of moments to take his mask off, always being on base near other soldiers, but he treasures the moments with you when he's maskless. Nuzzles his face against yours at any given moment, kissing you all over.

His mouth is on yours most of the time he's maskless, calloused palms cupping your cheeks as he kisses you like you've been apart for years. (In Ghost’s book, a few months away from you is being apart for years)

Calls it "making up for lost time", when really he just wants to hold you close and kiss you. He misses you all the time he's on the field, so who's really going to blame him for wanting to be all over you once he's finally home?

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dmitriene · 7 months

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ɪꜰ ɪ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ; ɪ'ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ.

❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘻𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

❝ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ❞ 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦.

❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘻𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘱𝘴𝘦, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

❝𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦❞ 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯! ᠌ ᠌𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 — 𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 @ave661

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

The world fell into an eerie silence — a silence that resonated with deep seated fear.

The once bustling streets were now deserted, the echoing emptiness interrupted only by the distant growls and shuffling footsteps of the undead.

You were scared beyond words and fear gnawed at your heart as you tried to come to terms with the nightmare that had taken over your life.

— «God, this can't be happening» you whispered to yourself as you looked out the window and watched as a group of zombies shuffled past your house.

Neither you nor anyone else was prepared for the catastrophic events that unfolded.

The virus, a mysterious and merciless force, spread like wildfire, leaving destruction in its wake, people you knew or loved turned into grotesque predatory creatures, and the world turned into a realm of chaos and despair.

However, amidst the darkness that befell humanity, you clung to a glimmer of hope — Simon Riley.

He was your anchor, your support — Simon, an experienced soldier who had served in the army, had a unique set of skills that promised protection.

You fervently believed that he would protect you from the horrors of this new world.

Simon's voice cut through the tension in the room, his tone laced with determination — «We'll make it through this, together»

It was a belief that you held with unshakable faith, but the harsh reality of the apocalypse did not discriminate.

Even the strongest soldiers could not withstand the relentless onslaught of the undead, and Simon was not immune to danger lurking around every corner.

The day that will haunt your nightmares forever began like any other.

You were in the small, dimly lit kitchen, hastily preparing food from canned food you found during the reconnaissance mission you and Simon had been on together.

There was a hint of desperation in the air, but you tried to console yourself with the presence of the person you loved.

Simon came home that day and your heart sank when you saw him, dried blood clinging to his clothes like a creepy badge of honor and his demeanor embarrassingly quiet and tense.

Worry crept into your voice as you asked if something was wrong, but he brushed off your worries with a soft kiss to your cheek and then your lips.

The consolation was fleeting and he diverted your attention by asking about the food you were preparing.

You smiled, albeit with a hint of concern, and began to describe the impromptu dish you were preparing — «It's just some canned beans and vegetables, Simon, but it'll do»

Your words sounded like a mixture of mundane details and hope that everything could be okay as long as Simon was with you.

He listened attentively, but there was a growing concern in his eyes that was impossible to ignore.

As the days turned into weeks, Simon's behavior underwent an ominous transformation as his once stoic nature gave way to irritability and a creeping paranoia began to overwhelm him.

He began checking windows obsessively, his gaze constantly drawn to unseen threats.

— «Simon, you're scaring me» нou said quietly, reaching out your hand to stroke his face — «What's going on? You can talk to me»

But he dismissed your fears, offering vague explanations that only increased your fear.

The outside world was unforgiving and you clung to the hope that Simon would protect you, but his inexplicable behavior shattered that hope, leaving behind a gnawing sense of fear.

Then, one fateful evening, as you watched Simon through the doorway, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, you saw this — an ominous bite mark on his shoulder.

Terror gripped you like a vice, your eyes widened in panic, without thinking, you retreated deeper into the room, seeking refuge under the safety of the blanket.

Your heart was pounding, and you desperately tried to convince yourself that this was a hallucination, a figment of your imagination, born of the horrors of this new world.

When Simon came out of the bathroom and walked over to you, laying down and pressing your back against his bare chest, you felt his lips on your neck.

His voice, laced with tension, asked if everything was okay, and you hesitated for a moment, fighting your fears, before finally, quietly, muttering — «Yeah»

Relief washed over you as you relaxed in his arms and closed your eyes, trying to escape the horror that was engulfing you.

You fell asleep but the worry still lingered in the back of your mind, little did you know that the nightmare had just begun and the darkness of the apocalypse was gathering around you.

The room was shrouded in a deceptive calm, a refuge of fleeting peace amidst the relentless chaos that had become your new reality.

You lay in bed, pressed against Simon's body, finding comfort in the warmth of his embrace — the faint, rhythmic sounds of your breathing mixing with his, a fragile symphony of hope in a world torn apart.

Simon's voice, barely louder than a whisper, abruptly broke through the silence — «You sure you okay, love?»

You nodded, your eyes heavy with fatigue — «Yeah, just.. can't shake this feeling of dread»

The night was quiet and your sleep was peaceful until an unfamiliar noise disturbed the peace, causing you to stir, awakening from the depths of your sleep with a sound that seemed out of place in the eerie silence of the apocalypse.

Sleepy, you sat up and looked around the room, searching for the source of your concern.

Your heart sped up as you realized Simon wasn't next to you, panic set in and you screamed his name in a quiet but insistent tone, the syllables hanging in the air — «Simon, where are you?!»

The only answer was a guttural growl that seemed to come from the shadows.

— «Simon?» you called again, and now your voice was shaking with fear.

But before you could understand the identity of this figure, before you could understand the pale, ghostly face that was slowly becoming visible, it rushed towards you with blinding speed.

Panic overtook you and a scream ripped from your throat as you stumbled backwards.

The flashlight fell from your hand and clattered to the floor, casting a crazy, chaotic light onto the stage.

In that fleeting moment, you saw him — Simon.

His once familiar face was now a grotesque, nightmarish parody of itself, his normal brown eyes pale and milky, devoid of the warmth and recognition that once inhabited them.

Horror filled you as you witnessed undeniable proof of his transformation.

The ominous bite on his shoulder exuded darkness and dark veins snaked out from it like tendrils of malice, your worst fears came true — Simon had turned into one of the undead.

Instinctively, you tried to back away, but he was faster, he rushed at you, his hands gripping your wrists in a vice grip.

Pain shot through your wrists as he squeezed them, and tears welled in your eyes as you sobbed in fear.

In that terrifying moment, when he suddenly turned his face towards your neck, a primal guttural sound escaped his twisted lips.

He was on the verge of giving in to his monstrous instincts, the insatiable desire to feast on your flesh while your heart ached from the profound loss of the person you loved.

But then, in an astonishing display of willpower, Simon gained a glimmer of control, his face contorted with struggle, and he turned away from you, letting go of your hands.

The brief respite allowed you to gulp for air, your body trembling with a mixture of fear and relief, and your knees threatening to give in to your weight and collapse any minute.

Your eyes widened as you watched in disbelief as Simon's hands moved to his own jaw, squeezing it on both sides.

And suddenly, in a nightmarish act of self preservation, he broke his jaw, and a sickening crunch echoed throughout the room, he did it, did it so as not to bite you and not succumb to the insatiable hunger that haunted the undead.

You jumped up, your heart pounding, your mind reeling from the horror of the scene.

Trembling, you carefully held his face in your trembling hands, whispering his name through your tears as his growls became quieter, as if he was trying to comfort you, to convey to you that no matter what happened, he would never allow himself to hurt you.

Simon's voice was heard, hoarse and barely audible as he pressed himself against your trembling palm — «M'sorry, love» he managed to say hoarsely, filling his sluggish speech with remorse and a deep feeling of love.

He closed his eyes, a milky veil still covering his once bright gaze, and you realized that even in the depths of this nightmare, there remained a fragment of the man you loved, fighting against the darkness that threatened to consume him.

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luci4theminorannoyance · 3 months

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hybrid wolf ghost except he got too silly and wacked you with his tail

a/n: this is actually so silly /pos

Ghost:

-he hates his tail, tucking it into uniform or tying it down since it just wagged whenever he was happy or surprised, it made him feel judged

-he hadn’t meant to hit you, he was just walking past and saw you and his tail hit you in the side of the leg enough to hurt

-it made him do a full 180 to see if you were okay which you probably were, but it was still just plain embarrassing!

-practically always happens when he’s near you too, which always makes him flustered and annoyed at his own anatomy

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