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Simon bumps into you, a troubled woman whose boyfriend kicked her out after he found out she's pregnant

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He takes you to the mall after you eat nearly everything on the menu. He figured since he doesn't spend much money on himself and he earns more than enough, he'd put it to good use for once.

"Anythin' you want" he says, "Really?" you squeal with a wide grin and a light smile forms on his lips at your childish joyfulness.

There's still a slightly weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. What does this man want?

Yet you allow yourself to enjoy this for now since such an opportunity may never come up again.

You walk around carefully inspecting each store and considering what you may need and what's necessary, of course also indulging your vanity a bit.

"Doesn't suit you", "Not for you", "That's better" he mentions his opinion bluntly as you try on different clothes or different shades of makeup products.

"But I need the large ones. I'm gonna be huge." you pout and he lets out a low chuckle, "Yeah, didn't consider that. Sorry."

He notices your reluctance as you look through the various items, "It’s ok, luv. Take whatever you want." he reassures you and you smile and mumble a shy 'thank you'.

He follows close behind, carrying your bags for you while loosely keeping a hand on the small of your back as you roam around and occasionally stop for a snack, ice cream or a game machine, chuckling at you as you lose miserably.

He checks you into a hotel as he had promised and helps you settle, gives you the key and a piece of paper.

"Here. This is my number. If you ever need anything, give me a call." he says then goes to leave, but you stop him.

"Thank you so much, Simon. I can't thank you enough. You really saved me tonight." you say while smiling gratefully.

"Don't mention it." he responds with a nod, his gaze lingering for a moment.

After he leaves, you flop down on the bed and your head is filled with thoughts of him.

He's straightforward and only speaks when necessary, doesn't spill too much about himself as you've come to learn.

Yet there is something that he cannot hide, a hint of pain in his eyes, silent and profound. And his voice, laced in a shade of sombre.

He's an enigma. And you intend to figure him out.

And little did you know, his mind is filled with thoughts of you as well.

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he’s like if a girl and a girl had a baby

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need simon to be retired and living in the middle of nowhere with a car-fixing hobby, and you're pulling into his 'shop' because you were road-tripping across the country and now some funky noises are happening underneath the hood.

you tentatively walk towards the open garage, only to spot him under some run-down vehicle that has more rust than sun-faded paint, deflated tires, and a license plate that's also got rust gnawing at the edges, the numbers on it barely discernable.

you rap your knuckles gently on the weathered car, and the wheels of the creeper he's on squeak in protest under him as he rolls out to look at you, filthy gloves smearing the dust on his brow instead of wiping it away.

"err, hi. uh, i was pointed this way by some lovely folk that work in that diner down the way, and they said that you could take a look at my car."

he rises smoothly, even though his joints pop as he does, dark eyes squinting against the sun. he towers over you with broad shoulders and thick arms. a tough-as-teak country man.

you start when he speaks, deep voice echoing off of dusty walls. "they said tha', did they?" he lifts the hem of his grease-stained wife beater to wipe at the beads of sweat on his forehead, and your gaze involuntarily wanders to the thick trail of coarse, dark hair under his navel.

"what's wrong with it?"

if you knew that, you wouldn't be here, blatantly ogling him in some decrepit workshop located in a sleepy corner of the countryside. "i don't know. it's making some scary popping noises and figured that it needed to be looked at, asap."

your grimace is involuntary when he extends an oil-streaked gloved hand. you really hope he's not expecting you to-

"keys."

right. you wordlessly hand them over and walk a few steps behind him as he heads toward the front of your car. "did ya get it looked at before your trip?"

you want to snap at him, that obviously you did. you may not be some car wizard, however, you can do the bare minimum for it but he's your only hope for getting the hell out of here, so you press your tongue against the back of your teeth for a moment before answering.

"yes. i did prepare for it. got new tires, an oil change, and anything else it may have needed."

he hums at your answer, a low sound in the back of his throat, and curls his fingers under the hood and begins to feel for the release. your mind is in the gutter as your eyes linger on his sun-kissed skin, watching the tendons on his inked forearm ripple with each movement.

your mind is snapped back to reality when he mutters, "i hope ya don't think i'm doin' this for free."

"wouldn't dream of it. you don't seem the charitable type."

the latch yields under his fingertips, and the hood springs open. "i'd say i'm pretty charitable, considerin' i'm even helpin' ya with this."

your eyebrows furrow, corners of your lips pulling downward. "what, were you closed or something?"

he gives you a small smirk while his hand searches for the prop rod inside the engine bay. "do i look like a business, sweetheart?"

embarrassment burns your cheeks, and your mouth gapes unprettily as you turn around to truly take in the place. past the grease-smeared floors, there's rust blooming on the only workbench in the garage, a single red toolbox resting on the ground. there's a car jack tossed in a corner, a vibrant blue cooler by the door, and a few firearms on pegboard shelves. it looks like a simple garage. a personal one.

"oh my god," you stammer, "i'm so sorry, i just- the townsfolk, they led me to believe that you're a mechanic." how bloody mortifying.

he ducks his head under the hood, bending at the waist to lean over the engine, eyes swiftly scanning the machinery. "it's a hobby. i fix my own vehicles... and now yours, i reckon."

eventually, he turns the car on and listens to the engine roar to life before it begins to pop, standing over the open hood with thinned lips and furrowed brows.

he tells you that he can fix it, it'll just take a bit for the part to get here, obviously, so he recommends staying at a rented cabin in town for a few days— maybe even a week— and he'll give you a ride over.

he gets you there in no time, unsurprising because he drove the motorcycle far too fast— illegal, really. he helps you off the bike, your clammy hand in his much bigger, roughened one.

you rip off his helmet, pushing it into his barrel chest. "please never drive me around that fast again." he gives you a couple of pats to the shoulder, chuckling under his breath.

"unless you're plannin' on walkin' to get your car back, i can't promise tha'."

grrrreat.

(the issue was the serpentine belt, it was slightly frayed but the man kept you around for 2.5 weeks under the excuse of something taking too long, or the car being under worse condition. maybe he charges you a kidney for fixing it, and since you can't obviously pay that ridiculous amt of money, he tells you to go on a date with him. gross. or maybe he's a sane man and he just sends you on your way in 2 days time. idk. installs a gps in your car? keepin' tabs on ya cuz he plans on passing by wherever you live by complete coincidence.)

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For all the Geto simps 💕

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she means so much to me..

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HAHAHAHAHAAH

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well ... (. )( . )

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特級呪物

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i wanna see a huddle for warmth with ghost but no, there is no fucking. he can't feel his extremities, and you're not much use as a source of heat because you're just as cold as him.

the loud clacking of your teeth from the freezing temperature is grating his nerves. he's pressing his tongue against the back of his to keep from snarling out a shut the fuck up.

whatever fool that thought of two naked bodies flush against each other as a way to warm up must've never had sex because all this did was cause his flaccid cock to be forcefully pushed against the base of your spine- ghost can almost feel it chafing from your intense shivering.

fuckin' hell.

he doesn't know how much longer you're both gonna be here so he wraps an chilled arm around your middle, getting you as close to him as humanly possible.

survival.

this is what this is about.

your flesh erupts in goosebumps when his heated breath fans over your neck; the only warmth you've felt in a while.

"stay awake, ya hear me?"

ghost digs his fingers into your waist when the aggravating sound of your teeth chattering gets louder- creating tiny depressions in your skin.

"yes, sir."

he'll remember what your naked body looks like after, when he can actually get blood flowing to his manhood.

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Realistic Simon made me wonder how sexist the others from the 141 would be. Honestly I can imagine all of them to be sexist to some degree because of the environment they were brought up and in what kind of field they work in.

Though I’m a firm believer that Soap was brought up by a single mom with maybe a sister or two so he’s more unintentionally sexist than Ghost or Price. But I’m totally unsure about Gaz.

right right soap thinks women are to be cherished and kept at home, where they can worry about essentially nothing, and their husbands provide.

archaic mentality.

Gaz probably has moments where he's reminded you're not 'one of the boys.'

like the showers. why does he have to turn his back? go get naked somewhere else.

a tamp-what?

gaz the type to ask what size pussy you are and johnnys grabbing him by the neck like FOOL. IDIOT. YE DINNAE ASK A LASS THAT.

johnny, being raised and surrounded by women, knows what to get you.

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Simon Ghost Riley and Y/N after months of going back and forth with flirtatious banter grows tired of telling you sweet nothings and gets straight to the point:

Y/N: see we’re good as friends!

Simon: idk

Y/N: hm?

Simon: friends don’t wanna fuck each other

Simon: i wanna fuck you

#simon ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #friends #friends w/ benfits au

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Here you go Miller ♡

LMFAO!!!

THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD

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Y/N: I love murder mysteries Ghost, trying to impress them: I've been a suspect in four murder cases

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There comes a point where Simon finally admits that he hates your new boyfriend—not that he’s liked any of your past relationships over the years, but this one he’s more vocal about—with a name not worth remembering. Matt? Martin?

He’d stopped trying after his first week back from work.

“I don’t fucking trust him,” he says one night while at the pub right under your apartment; it’s become a weekly ritual of sorts when he’s on leave ever since meeting you there on Soap’s birthday several years back. 

“You say that about every guy I have you meet,” you tell him in that know-it-all voice that you always use with him. “You hardly even know him, and his name’s Marcus, by the way. It wouldn’t kill you to use it.”

He snorts. “Love, the bloke would put his cock in anyone with tits and a warm cunt.”

“He wouldn’t,” your voice is soft because maybe you already know.

He would.

You’re so fucking oblivious that you don’t even realize this, but there’s nothing except stars in your eyes whenever you look at (or even talk about) the Naval officer who thinks he’s some bigshot because he can fly a plane. 

Even now, at your boyfriend’s promotion after-party in some back alley nightclub, he’s hardly talked to you or offered to get you a drink. You’re always too nervous to order one by yourself, and only Simon—tall and imposing standing beside you—could have the grumpiest bartender reach for the blender to make a blended cocktail. 

When he comes back with your drink—too big fingers unfolding the tiny umbrella for you—he watches your boyfriend (Marcus) flirt with a girl in a tight leather dress on the other side of the room. It’s that moment that he decides he’s tired of you giving your attention to someone who doesn’t deserve it, tired of you lying belly up for men who only want to sink their teeth into you and leave once they’ve had their fill. 

He likes to think he’s a pretty good friend—opening your eyes to something better is a job he takes rather seriously.

“It’s just a bit of fun,” he says after coming back with your third margarita, a small amount of frothy liquid sloshing over the side when he sets it down in front of you. “It’s okay to want it.”

You bite your lip, eyes dropping down to where he’s patting his thigh. “Just fun?”

“Yes, love.” He smiles. “Just fun.”

Let me.

Whether you’re tipsier than he thought or he’s just really persuasive, it’s easy to get you crawling into his lap in the corner of the cracked leather booth. His hands wander the span of your smooth thighs where your short skirt doesn’t reach, and he muffles a groan in your shoulder when you start squirming against the tent in his jeans.

You say his name like a warning when his hands find their way under your skirt, yet you’re biting back a moan and don’t tell him to stop.

Simon undoes his jeans and shifts them down before pushing up the back of your skirt and adjusting your hips to watch the tip of his dick slide between the covered cleft of your ass. Nobody in the room can see what the both of you are doing with your skirt fanning around his lap, but someone could if they were truly looking, and that has him tugging your panties to the side so he can feel you.

"Your boyfriend is too stupid to realize you're sitting here riding my lap. What do you think he'd say if he saw you like this?"

 “W-wait, Simon!” you squeak. “What if he sees—”

He’s almost tempted to roll his eyes at your blind devotion—I’ll deal with it—dealing with it would be him making sure the prick never tries talking to you again.

Then, his fingers, like iron at your hips, jerk you back to impale you on his cock. "Fuck," he says, voice trembling around the edges.

“O-oh! It’s too—ah—too big!”

He wraps a hand around the slender slope of your throat, fingers digging into vulnerable flesh as he pulls you back until his lips are at your ear, nose pressing into the soft skin of your cheek. “Come on, love. I know you can take the whole thing. Right inside this tight cunt.”

Simon thrusts into you shallowly, just the tip going in and out, and you whine, little fingers scrabbling at his wrist—gasping and shivering and bucking in the trap of his arms.

A smirk curls at the edges of his mouth when he finally bottoms out in your hot-wet cunt for your boyfriend to see from the other side of the room. He'd laugh at how his jaw drops, but he can only manage little choked intakes of air at the feel of you wrapped so tightly around him.

“Squeeze my cock for me—fuck, there you go.” He presses a kiss below your ear and reaches down to pet your soaked clit with his thumb. Feels the moment you realize that your boyfriend is watching when you tense up.

“I’ll deal with it,” he says again and again until you’re melting into him, thighs trembling around his. “Promise. I promise…”

I apologize if you see this again! I was trying to edit it, and it wouldn't format right with the gif. You can find part two here.

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guts sets the standard.

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Simon: before you and after you

★~Good ending~★

✰ Before: Simon who always woke up early

✰ After: is now sleeping till 1pm holding you in his arms

✰ Before: simon who hated the taste of sweet confectioneries.

✰ After: is now licking batter off your fingers as you bake a cake.

✰ Before: simon who was repulsed by the idea of sex.

✰ After: is now holding you underneath him as he leaves soft trails of kisses on your jawline as he thrusts inside you.

✰ Before: Simon who hated sweet scented shampoos

✰ After: is now taking some of it during deployment to smell like you

✰ Before: simon who hated the sound of people singing.

✰ After: is now laying his head on your shoulder as sing your favourite song, his dark brown eyes admiring you.

✰ Before: Simon who couldn't fall off to sleep in the presence of others

✰ After: is now sleeping soundly next to you.

✰ Before: simon who swore hes not destined for love, not after what happened to his family

✰ After: Is now chanting soft I love you's in your ears as he holds you close

✰ Before: simon who thought he’d live a life of solitude

✰ After: is now proven wrong as you jump up in the air with the largest smile spread across your face as you say ‘yes’

✰ Before: simon who thought marriage was useless.

✰ After: is now crying as he sees you at the altar with your beautiful gown flowing off your body.

✰ Before: simon who couldn’t think of life without the army

✰ After: is now a retired officer eating dinner with his wife and his teammates.

✰ Before: simon who hated the idea of having kids.

✰ After: is now holding three of his own on his lap as he reads them a story for the night.

✰ Before: simon who used to get drunk on cheap beer in hopes to forget what he had lost.

✰ After: Has now sworn to not drink, no not when he has you and the kids to protect

✰ Before: Simon who thought about death constantly.

✰ After: is now unable to think of such things because after you, he’d live