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This is me and Miguel btw

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I need this 6 foot something, 2 hundred pound whatever Man ON TOP OF ME NOW! 👹

The best part about having a boyfriend in the military was having him home with you again after a long mission.

Simon was panting softly over you and his broad shoulders blocked your view, pumping in and out of you slowly to let you both savour the moment. You quiet whimpers and gasps echoed through the room as your legs remained wrapped around his waist and hands pawing at his back. When his movements stopped, his head dropping to your shoulder, you had to stop and focus on what was happening.

you thought that he had finished - if he did, that was okay! But it was just quicker than usual. “Simon? Honey, did you cum? It’s okay if you did, I can just-..”

your words were cut off when he shook his head against your shoulder. Your hands went into his hair and gently scratched at his scalp, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek. Inside, you could feel his cock soften slowly, his body still on yours as he kept his head on your shoulder.

“M’sorry, lovie…” his soft words echoed through the room as he went to try and continue his previous actions. Your hand went to grasp his, shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around him to hold him closer.

“Shhh…don’t worry, Si. Okay? Let’s just cuddle, yeah? We don’t have to have sex.” Your words were comforting, allowing him to relax completely with you. His body was pressed against yours as you kept scratching his scalp.

who needs sex when you have a big bear to cuddle?

#lunden’s recs ? #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley

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It’s a shame this man isn’t real

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

#lunden’s recs ?

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the NASTIEST.

i’d give this man the sloppiest head

#lunden’s open mic ૮ ˆﻌˆ ა #jjk x reader #gojo satoru

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the Columbia University arrests are worse than they seem. They're arresting protesting students for trespassing. It goes without saying students cannot meaningfully "trespass" in the common areas of a university they attend. So Columbia University has suspended all student protestors from their institution, in the process revoking their access to housing, their belonging, and most crucially damaging their academic futures. We are witnessing full scale silencing and removal of anyone of conscience from the next generation of academia.

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I’m on my way to wake this up actually….give me a moment

seeing Gaz at house party after a really sad, horrible, devastating break up,

But you guys are still in love with each other.

ANYONE!!!???!?!?!???

#kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick

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pt.1, pt.2 and pt.3 are all here! (asks are open.)

Melting played softly in the background while you put your lashes on, blinking and looking at yourself in the mirror once you finished. You phone rang, you grabbed your remote lowering the tv's volume, answering it, "Yes," You said sweetly, "I"m down the street."

You stood up, checking your window to catch a glimpse of him on his bike. "Where's the bike?" You asked biting your nail, "In the shop, It had some problems." He said, "Forgot what it's like to drive. " He let out a breathy laugh. "I bet... So do you think you can stay this weekend?" You change the subject, not really in the mood to listen about all his bike drama.

"Yeah, I have to leave for a couple on Saturday, But then I should be good." He said. You were still looking out of the window, you could see him pulling into the complex, You hummed in acknowledgement, "I'll leave the door open for you, I need to finish my makeup and then get dressed." You hang up the phone, cutting him off like you normally do.

"Here." Simon shouted from your front door, he looked around your apartment noticing how spotless it was. Simon walked down the hall to your room, catching a glance of you lining your lips in your robe. "Creep." You mumbled watching Simon from the mirror. He chuckled and walked towards you, standing behind watching your do your last touches, You lifted your head back to look at him. Simon bent his head down, catching your lips in a kiss.

"You're still not done?" His hands rubbed your shoulders while you look up at him, "I need to change." You stared at him, "You have gloss on your lips." You sat back up.

He shrugged cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand. You got dressed fixing your gloss and lip liner one more time before hitting the road with Simon. "So where are we going today?" You said from the passenger seat, "I got to make a couple of stops, then we can decide." He looked at you, You nodded.

You both pulled up in a building lot, majority of the buildings were empty, Price and Johnny outside, holding a black duffel bags and plastic bags wrapped shut with a rubber band. Johnny waved at you and you waved back, "I'll be right back," Simon pecked your cheek before getting out and talking to the men.

A couple of words exchanged before he came back in the car, "DO you want to get some food?" He asked casually, "That's fine." You mumbled, "What's wrong?" He sighed, noting your mood change, "Nothing, I'm fine." You faked a grin. Simon narrowed his eyes, before leaning in for a kiss, "Stop pouting." He popped your lip with his finger. "My lips," You swatted his hand, immediately going to check the mirror.

-

"Don't drop that one." You warned Simon who was holding what look like hundreds of bags filled with clothes, shoes, jewelry and random things for your house. You walked up the stairs carefully trying not to drop anything. "Let me unlock the door." You said aloud, mostly to your self. "Okay," You said quietly while opening the door. You went back to get the rest of your things.

Simon chuckled at the sight of all the boxes and bags that sat on the living room floor. "I'm gonna put all this away," You happily grabbed some bags taking them to your room.

Simon watched you walk off debating whether or not to hide one of the bags around your house for the moment. He bit the inside of his cheek in thought. "What are you doing?" You asked looking at Simon who was still standing in the middle of the room, "Was just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" You bent down to grab the last bags of clothes. "Stuff." He mumbled, "Yeah sure." You rolled your eyes, going back to your room. "Do you have to work tonight?" Simon yelled from where he was standing. "No, I took the weekend off." You yelled back.

Simon sighed, trying to figure out where he was going to store the bags, Somewhere you wouldn't notice, and how was he going to sneak them in without you knowing.

"You're still standing there?" You giggled, snapping him out of thought. "Is something wrong?" You cock a brow, "No, no." He shook his head. "I'm gonna get out of these clothes, when I come back don't be stone." You joked, Simon forced out a chuckle, that you obviously knew was a fake.

-

You laid on the couch Simon between your legs while you hum along to Barbara Streisand sing My Man.

oh my man, I love him so he'll never know

"How many times have you watched this?" He mumbled, voice muffled by your boobs. "Way too many." Your eyes never pulled away from the screen.

Oh, my life is just despair but I don't care

"Why's she crying?" He asked, "Simon shush." You placed you hand over his mouth. "I love this part." You mumble, "Why?" Simon whined. "Because I love this song," Simon rolled his eyes. "You just don't understand the lyricism." You pulled his hair, earning a quiet ow from him, "The lyrics are cheesy." He complained.

"It's because you've never been in love that way," You explain, "You're just shallow." You finished, Simon got up, "I'm not shallow." He said offended, "I wasn't trying to be mean," You chuckled, "but guys don't get it like women do."

"Sure. " He rolled his eyes, sitting back on the couch. "Here we go." You snorted, pausing the movie. "So now what?" You sit with your arms crossed, "Finish your movie." He says grabbing his phone. "You don't want to," You move closer to him, putting your legs over his thighs. "So when are you going tomorrow, so I can tell my other boyfriend to come over." You laughed.

"You wish you had another boyfriend." Simon teased, "I do, that way what you don't do, he will." You jested in return. "Ha, ha." Simon laughed sarcastically.

-

When you fell asleep Simon waited until you were deep in it, waiting for the perfect moment for him to go down stairs to grab the bags. He grabbed both of them, taking one out on your patio and hiding it in your gardening box, under all of your extra cleaning supplies. Hiding the other behind your washer and dryer.

He slipped back in bed laying next to you, "Why're you up?" You asked groggily, "I went to the bathroom." He assured you, "You smell like outside." You said mid-sleep. "I was on the patio taking a call." He lied. "Oh." You yawned. Simon kissed you forehead as you wondered back to sleep. Crossing his fingers hoping you don't find any of the bags these coming weeks.

#biker!simon #baddie!reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #simon riley x you #simon riley headcanons #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost simon riley

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I love your content! Office Romance has me obsessed with your writing!!

Could I please request for older boyfriend!Simon helping fix the car and showing us how it all works, it's fixed etc but we're not paying attention because he's so handsome and just heart eyes of taking time out to do this for and with us? If it's not too much to ask 🙏 I hope this is an okay request, thank you ❤️

thank you ml 💗 asks are open!!

"If you keep slamming hard, they'll look like this and then what? You crash and die." Simon pointed at the break pads, You hummed in response, thirsting over his current look, sweat lining his hairline and his squinting from the sun shining from above.

"That's why I tell you too ride the break instead of stomping on it, so you don't wear out the pads," He rattled on. You making googely eyes while he goes on and on about checking your Ac's filter.

"Are you listening?" Simon tossed the used break-pads on the floor. "Mhm," You hummed again, a big grin on your face, "What?" He wiped his face. Simon eyed you suspiciously, "Stop looking at me like that," He narrowed his eyes, "Like what?" You giggled, "Like that," He pointed at you.

"You just look handsome," You smiled, "And so manly." You deepened your voice, Simon rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah." He waved you off, "My car's done?" You rocked on the balls of your feet, " For now," He mumbled to himself. "Thank you," You intoned, grabbing his chin placing a kiss on his lips, "Stop I'm dirty." He protested, "Who cares." You chuckled, "I care." He mumbled between your soft kisses.

#lunden’s response ❀— #olderboyfriend!simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n

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No cause Anon is correct abt together at last, you were putting in WORK.

10/10!!!

My favorite fics of yours:

1. Are you really ok?

2. do you remember?

3. together at last

4. super angsty blurb

(my taste is so obvious damn)

ah i see... i see... another angsty heart... me too bbygurl me too😭💔

#lunden’s recs ? #writers on tumblr

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taking a break from officeromance so I can fulfill my biker!simon brain rot!

So to those who’ve been waiting for another ch. I’ll have it uploaded before this weekend comes.

Also asks are open; farmer!price biker!simon & olderboyfriend!simon is who and what I want to write about rn so ask away!

#🕯 housekeeping #officeromance #supervisor!simon

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I was stalking ur Pinterest…aannnnddd you like type o negative????!!! My dad played a show with them once so I go crazy whenever someone likes them🙈

I do!!! I got really into them about 2 years ago, I have bloody kisses and October Rust on Cd, so I nerd out about them a little bit.

Also, that’s so cool ! Your dad is very lucky. 💕💕

#lunden’s response ❀— #type o negative

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☆★Biker!Simon & Baddie!reader ☆★

pt.1 : Simon comes back to your apartment to hide somethings and to cuddle up, you're not too happy about it!

pt.2 : Simon's loyal to you and to his club, don't be surprised if he ups and leaves.

pt.3 : of course he back, thats bae!

pt.4 : Simon's here for a weekend, and he's got a couple of secrets.

#lunden’s open mic ૮ ˆﻌˆ ა #biker!simon #baddie!reader #simon #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you

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☆💋

pt.1 & pt.2

mdni.

"Come and get your things." You hung up the phone. Slamming your screen on your countertops, tired of waiting for him to apologize or to come back, waiting for him to return your calls.

Simon opened your front door, his clothes and duffle bags that were hidden around your apartment on display in front of him. "Get it out of here." You kicked the last bag and it slid over near the others.

"I told you I would see," His voice was filled with annoyance, "My fucking God." He muttered, bending down to check the condition of the guns. "I have another bag around here." Simon said standing to his full height. "You don't." You crossed your arms, imitating a wall made of stone.

"Move, or I'll move you." He said calmly not breaking eye contact, " Try it and see what happens." You narrowed your eyes, Simon sighed, "Don't be difficult." Simon's calm demeanor slipping as you became more and more stubborn, "Take what's here and leave." You commanded, Simon's lips kissed his teeth.

"You're impossible." He scoffed, "You're a liar and a loser." You bit. Simon only nodded, "A loser who bought almost your whole outfit." He rolled his eyes at the low rise jeans you had on, your stomach and lower back seen from your tight and very low cut blouse.

"You left when we were about to have sex!" You shouted, "Because of work!" He exclaimed. You pout your glossed lips, Simon let out a big sigh, "What?" He exasperated watching your eyes water, "You're being a dick." You whinged.

"Here we go.." Simon huffed, "Don't here we go, me." You huffed, "You're the one who left me with my pants down"

"It wasn't on purpose," Simon interrupted. "It doesn't matter!" You snapped, "Just get this shit out of my house." You motioned to the mess of bags and clothes. "I'm leaving and when I come back you and this better be gone."

Simon with his arms crossed in the door way, his eyes watching your figure move past him and walk out of the door.

-

When you come back the bags are gone from where you put them, Your stomach drops and a frown begins to form on your face.

Did he really just leave... That quickly?

That was your train of thought until the giant mans head perked up from the couch, Some relief set in, "Why're you here." You said immediately. "Dunno." He shrugged flopping back down. "Are your things gone?" You interrogated him.

"I'll leave." He said casually knowing he wasn't going anywhere in the next coming days. You bit your tongue, "where'd you go?" He said from the couch. "I went out." You murmured taking steps closer and closer to the couch.

"Out hm?" Simon sat up, spreading his big legs wide. "That's nice out attire." he cocked a brow. You took a set next to him on the couch, staring straight ahead at the tv. "Any guy's hit on you?" His fingers danced on the hem of blouse, You snapped your head to look at him.

"Mind your business." You spat, Simon only smirked at your response, "I don't want to." He widened his legs, "You still mad?" His large hand found your leg, giving it a squeeze, "Leave me alone." You mumbled, "Why?" He whined playfully, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. His hand on your chin while he placed big sloppy kisses on your cheek to annoy you.

Those sloppy kisses eventually stopped and turned into a slow and sensual make-out session on the couch. Simon's t-shirt laid on the floor next to your while he ran his hands up and down your bare sides, pulling back sometimes to cup your breasts through your bra.

Simon pulled it down exposing your hardened nipples, then took one into his mouth. Moaning at the taste of your salty skin, You let out a small whine at the feeling out his hot mouth on your chest.

You pushed his head away softly, getting up to pull your jeans and underwear off. Unclasping your bra quickly, you straddled his clothed groin, grinding down on him.

You moaned softly, Simon eyes never leaving your breast bouncing up and down with each thrust of your hips. You bit your lip trying to suppress the moans that slipped past your teeth.

"take these off. " You whined into his mouth. Your lips hot and wet with yours and his saliva. You pulled the belt loop of his jeans, yanking it down. "You're gonna rip them." Simon heeded, chuckling at your sexual frustration. His pants came off teasingly slow, making you whine even more.

Both of you are naked on your couch, grinding into each other, breathing into each others mouths. Simon's deep moans are heard throughout your apartment.

Once he's finally over you two grabbing at one another, He grabs the bottom of your thighs and places you on the couch. His knee's on your hardwood floors while his head lowers to your pussy.

He lapped at your clit, sucking it and humming, making your cunt vibrate. You grabbed his hair, now over grown since the time you two spent apart. You moaned out his name, practically drooling at the sight of his brown eyes looking up at you. His crooked nose covered in your arousal.

Once he's finished, he runs his cock up and down your slit. The tip bumped against your clit making your body shiver with excitement. Simon slid his cock in nice and slow, teasing you with every inch.

His eyes dead on yours while, you force them open, but the pleasure was too much. You sighed at the feeling of him finally filling since what felt like forever. "Feel good?" He said smug, smirking at the sight of you panting and coming undone beneath him.

"I know it feels so good." He cooed, watching your eyes close, and you mouth fall slack. He pounded into your fast and harsh. His thrust deep and hard. Your moans were high pitched each time he fucked into you. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you, catching his mouth in a messy wet kiss.

"Cum inside me," You begged, desperate for all of him, "please Simon." You whined again, your gloss all over your chin and your eye makeup smudged into your inner corners. Simon grunted into your ear, his head hung between your neck and shoulder. You kept on and on until you came on his cock and Simon reluctantly said no, forcing himself to pull out and empty his load onto your stomach.

"Are you staying?" You asked softly, while Simon rubbed your lower back, "Just for one day." He reached up and rubbed your cheek, "Why not more," You pressed, "You know why." Simon sighed, knowing where the conversation would lead to. "You can't say no?"

"You have me for a whole day," Simon tried to cheer you up, "I want you for the whole week," You push harder. "Drop it." Simon deadpanned. You bit your tongue, resting your head on his chest, still not over the events that took place.

#biker!simon #baddie!reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghost riley #ghost smut #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x you #simon ghost smut

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PART TWO OF THAT DOUCHEBAG SIMON PLS (asshole men r sexy idc)

I gottt youuuu, imma drop it later !

#lunden’s open mic ૮ ˆﻌˆ ა #biker!simon #baddie!reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader

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TAKE OFF THAT WIGGGSGSGCDKBJSHJKBCBKSCJOX

Some of these ghost fics be funny because it’s actually corny as hell to be wearing a Balaclava mask to bed imagine trying to kiss him and this is all you see

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Biker!Simon and Baddie!reader...some nsfw, as always mdni

"I'm going to work," You adjusted your top, "So clean up around here." You tied your apron around you waits. Simon was laying down on your bed, hid head in the pillows. He gives you a thumbs up falling back asleep. "You're still getting me tonight?" You asked, already knowing the answer, Simon hummed and you shut your fan's light off.

At work, you finish cleaning up your station, wiping down the counter, and the barstools. Feet hurting from standing almost all night. "I'm leaving babe, have a goodnight, or morning." You're coworker Tasha chuckled, "Later." You said, putting the chairs up. When you finished, you pulled your phone out of your apron, checking the time.

"Hello," Simon answered the phone, his voice groggy with sleep. "Did you forget?" You could hear Simon groaning and grumbling incoherently, "I just woke up," He mumbled. "So are you getting me or not?" You snap, cranky and ready to get out of your work clothes. "I'm on my way." He says hanging up.

-

You sat outside on the curb waiting for Simon to come and get you. playing candy crush on your phone and looking through door-dash to see what was open. You could hear the engine roaring from down the street. Simon pulls up, his long legs at each side of the bike, "Glad you could join us." You mumbled, straddling the bike, you wrap your arms around Simon waist. The ride was short but extremely fast, surprisingly quiet for the wind blowing in your face and ears.

Once you two get to your apartment, Simon parks it in the garage, you hop off and wait for him to get his bike situated, standing with your arms crossed, "Can you hurry?" You whined, your feet still throbbing. Simon finished and you both walked up the stairs, your knees felt heavy, "My feet hurt." You mumbled while walking behind Simon. By the time you get to your front door, you're not even hungry anymore.

-

"I'm so sleepy," You said incoherently, laying in your bed waiting for Simon to lay next to you. "I can see that," He flops on your bed, running his hands on your exposed midriff. "That tickles," You giggled, "It's supposed to," Simon looks at you, dipping his head to kiss below your belly button. "You leaving?" you asked, running your hands through his over grown buzzcut. "Not tonight, or this morning." He mumbled, pulling down your pajama shorts, "Good." You lift your hips letting him pull your shorts lower and lower.

You spread your legs letting Simon's large hand rub your clothed cunt, "You've been mean to me lately." He said lowly, "How have I been mean!?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’re snappy and everything bothers you.” Simon's lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned in closer. "And you were Ignoring me when I called you, Avoiding my texts..." He teased, “Cause you only call when you need something.” You watched him trace the outline of the wet spot that was slowly growing and growing.

Simon pushed your legs farther apart, sticking his long tongue out and licking up your panties,"You know what I need now?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. You shook your head no, Simon clicked his tongue, he grabbed the band of your thong and slowly pulled it down your legs, revealing your wet slit. He licked a stripe, and hummed at your sweet arousal.You moaned softly, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you.

He gently spread your lips apart then swirled his tongue around your clit. Your hips bucked gently as he slid two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. You let out small whines of pleasure, sighing his names every time he hit that sweet spot. You reached down, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to your pussy, Simon groaning and slurpingheavily, his tongue never leaving your sensitive nub.

Your moans were getting louder and louder, But then were rudely interrupted by Simon's ringtone blaring by the side of your head. You let out a frustrated groan, Grabbing his phone a tossing it at him harshly, already knowing what was going to happen in the next few minutes. "Yeah?" Simon said clearing his throat. You slid your panties back on and walked to your bathroom, watching Simon go under your bed to pull the duffle bag out.

"You're leaving?" You leaned on the bathroom's door post, "I have to drop some stuff off." Simon said, pulling out the Armalite, inspecting it. "And I'm the mean one." You scoffed, "Don't start," Simon said, placing the gun back in the duffle bag. "You only prove my point more and more," You shake your head in shame. Simon sighs annoyed, "I'm staying at johnny's tonight." He lifts the bags and swings it over his shoulder.

"Leave my key on the counter." You ordered, Simon chucks the key at you and it falls at your feet. "Dick." You yelled watching him leave your apartment.

-

You scrubbed the bars counter, scratching the granite-if that was even possible. You head was hung all work day, Not as cheery as you usually were, which was what happened every time Simon would leave then eventually turn up again and then leave one more time.

Your shift was over and you waited for the Uber to pull up, You sat with your head in your hand, debating on whether or not to text Simon to tell him to come over, and that you didn't mean anything by what you said.

You sat in the backseat listening to the audio book your driver was listening to, something about two forbidden lovers who ran away together. It made your eyes roll even harder than they ever did. Simon still on your mind, hoping and praying he'd show up, You expected him to show up to your job like he usually did, but when he didn't it made your frown deepen even more.

You sat on the couch, the tv off, staring at your phone waiting for a message. You snatched your phone off the table, your brain still playing ping pong with the idea of calling him.

So when his line was ringing your heart pounded in your chest. "What?" Simon answered the phone, his attitude on ten. "Where are you?" You said softly, "I'm at johnny's like I told you." He said as if you were a headache. You bit at your acrylics, "Are you coming home?" You muttered, Simon sighed, "Dunno know." He replied, "Can you?" you responded wearily. "I'll see." He sighed again, hanging up.

You waited all night, there was no text message no call, nothing. You cried all night (drama!!! like girl he's gonna come back jesus christ.), You woke up with puffy eyes and dried tears in the corners. You throat was dry, you looked a mess. You got ready for work, putting loads of makeup on and fixing your hair, listening to sad love songs. You ate a quick snack (a quick quick snack !) and went on with your day.

Not one text message or call, not even a bouquet of flowers like he normally does.

#biker!simon #baddie!reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod mw2 #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost x you #simon ghost smut #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghost riley

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need him? need him..

Ghost x Reader Gym Drabble

“Lieutenant?” The black hoodie that covered his head hung low over his eyes, obscuring your view of his headphone’s.

“Lieutenant?” You asked again, louder this time, stepping to the left and hoping to enter his field of vision. You looked at him through the mirror, skull balaclava masking everything but his eyes. His black compression shirt pulled taut across his broad chest.

His head whipped to your form then, noticing a shadow at his back. Rising from his dead lift, he ripped an ear bud off to listen. He cocked an eyebrow at you; an invitation to go on.

People found Ghost intimidating. Scary, even. But the steely look you received now was nothing compared to how he used to glare at you back then.

As a new recruit to the 141, Ghost was highly skeptical of you despite your impressive career with the army. He didn’t trust you to keep him alive on the battlefield as you were. He could give less of a fuck that you were a woman, but he cared about how small you were compared to everyone else. The runt of the team he’d sneer in his head. How the hell were you supposed to carry a 200 pound man to exfil in case of an emergency?

He hated how your arrival disrupted the team. Hated how you turned elite spec operatives into bumbling idiots with your kind eyes and sweet smile. You were a distraction at best and a fatal mistake at worst.

The lieutenant was bestowed with the task of retraining you, ordered to help with your assimilation to the task force. And train you he did. Harder than he had any soldier before you. He brought you to the precipice of your limits before pushing you past them. For weeks he molded you himself, from his hands he shaped you, broke you until you had forgotten all of your nasty habits from u army. Ghost rebuilt you anew, and sharpened you like a blade against a stone until you developed an edge of your own.

“Do it again.” He had ordered you on that fateful day. He had noticed your sour expression, the tight line of your lips as you pressed them together. He’d seen it in your eyes for the past week, the agitation, your frayed edges so easy for him to pluck at. Like sand in an hourglass, it was only a matter of time before you broke.

“I got 9 out of 10 targets L.T.” You muttered in disbelief, looking up at his towering form.

“You daft? I said. Do. It. Again.”

If it had been a month earlier, the way he stalked up to you would’ve made your blood run cold. Your mouth would’ve snapped shut allowing anymore protest to die on your tongue. That cold, calculating gaze would’ve made you submit, look to the ground for reprieve.

The sight of his haunted eyes through that terrifying skull mask made your heart leap into your throat, but your irritation in the moment overrode your fear.

“We’ve been out here all day. You haven’t even given me a break. “ You spat out through gritted teeth. the tight grip you kept on your control was slowly waning. “I know how to shoot-”

“You’re the only Marksman on a team of Experts-“ The exasperation in his tone only served to wind you up more.

“Sharpshooter.” You cut in, petulantly correcting your superior.

“Well start fucking acting like it.” He growled. Actually Growled. “Do. It. Again.”

You postured at each other, theoretical hackles raised. Locked in a standstill, you yielded first, rapidly growing tired of sizing each other up.

“I’m telling Price. Maybe he can tell me what i’m doing wrong. I never have a problem when he trains me.” Your words started strong, your voice level, but you shrunk in on yourself at your last admission. You had indirectly insulted your superior… there would have to be a consequence for that. That didn’t stop you from slinking away, making the walk towards your Captain's office.

“Running to Daddy Price to save you?” He taunted to your retreating back. You couldn’t see the smirk plastered on his face, so much as heard it in his snide voice. You stopped in your tracks. A new, icy wave of indignation, of anger made your footsteps pause and your hands curl into fists.

You turned on your heel. Furiously stomping back to the table of assorted guns and their ammunition. Ghost, in the direct line of fire, stood unmoving infront of the table. You let your body collide with his, your feet not stopping as your chest pressed to his own. He let himself take a step back, looking directly into your wrathful (e/c) eyes. Liquid pools of (amber, emerald/ sapphire/ topaz/ onyx) that nearly vibrated with rage, alight with ire for him.

He allowed you to herd him away from the table, much too entertained to put up a fight. Enraptured in the sight unfolding before him, he watched as you angrily loaded a magazine into your handgun, palm roughly shoving it into place before furiously cocking it back. Your slender hands held the pistol in front of you, finger gripping the trigger as you unloaded onto the moving targets before you. Only your wrists moved slightly with the recoil, your arms were stronger now, he noted, after only a few weeks with him your improvement was obvious.

You panted heavily, staring at the moving targets that still rotated on the conveyor belt, 10 new little holes that lodged themselves into the ‘heads’. 10 perfect head shots. You looked over at him then, withering gaze set upon his relaxed form.

“Good girl. That wasn’t so fucking hard was it?”

He remembered the way your ears had tinged red that day, how the dark flush spread from beneath your collar, up your neck, and to your cheeks. Your eyes suddenly unable to meet his.

“Be prepared to do it again with a rifle tomorrow. 0600 hours.”

You had both come a long way since then. A mutual respect had grown between you when he realized you did indeed have a spine. He was more hands on, quicker to correct you instead of letting you drown in uncertainty. He praised you more, elicited better results if he gave you the occasional “good job” or a heavy pat on the back. Nothing quite had the same effect as a certain phrase. One reserved just for special occasions. You worked hard for those two words, eagerly awaiting them after an exceptional performance. Would see how your shoulders slumped when you didn’t receive it.

“Do you have a pair of shorts I can borrow?” You said, effectively breaking him out of his memory. Your voice sounded sheepish, but your face was anything but. Your gaze was lowered to the floor, arms protectively held in front of your chest.

He hadn’t seen you look that demure since you were a rookie. He pointedly looked down at the workout shorts you wore before looking into your eyes again. Explain. Those dark eyes conveyed to you.

Your forehead was creased with frustration, maybe even anger, he thought.

Your reddened ears caught his attention just like on that day. No, you were not angry. You were embarrassed or ashamed. Why?

“I just want to finish my set… And everyone keeps looking…” you mumbled, arms now uselessly swaying at your sides before petulantly crossing them again, pointedly looking away from the scrutiny of your superior.

Ghost looked over your shoulder then, finally taking notice of the sticky pairs of eyes that clung to your impressive physique. The physique he had a hand in building.

1… 2… 3… 4… Shameless oglers Ghost counted right off the bat, their eyes flitting away for seconds at a time before dragging pointedly back to your… assets. That didn’t include the elusive ones that snuck more discreet glances. You were looking up at him, a desperate but hopeful look in your eye. They screamed ‘help me.’

“I don’t have an extra pair,” your head fell slightly at this. Shame burned its way onto your already flushed cheeks. You would have to leave without finishing your workout.

“I’ll do you one better. Go finish your set.” Ghost said, his tone undecipherable. He turned his back to you, bending at the waist and looking into the mirror before setting his hands apart on the bar.

You stood there, unsure of what he had meant by that.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, L/N. Go.”

Slowly, you turned and walked back over to the squatting rack, grumbling to yourself. If he didnt want to help you he could’ve just said that. You powdered your hands, taking your place under the bar again, and felt its familiar weight press against your traps. Diligently, you made sure your feet were properly spread out, just shoulder breadth apart.

You tried to focus on yourself in front of the mirror but the same scrutinizing stares followed you, as if you couldn’t see them directly staring back at you through your reflection. You looked up briefly when you saw your form darken from your peripheral.

With one final look around the gym, you expected to find the attention of your previous audience. The young privates suddenly found the ground very interesting, anywhere but in your direction you quickly noticed.

You looked up to find ghost eclipsing the light from the ratty bulbs overhead.

Casting you in his shadow, Ghost stood behind you, arms crossed at the chest.

His massive form truly did conceal you, the dimensions of your body obscured by his hulking frame.

Your eyes raked over his rigid posture, body coiled tight and ready to impose himself on anyone that dared to meet his eyes.

From behind, you admired his flared lats, how they tapered into his small waist, their divots visible to you even through his shirt. You drank him in.

“Go on then.” he remarked over his shoulder, as if sensing your wandering eyes on him. Your gaze broke away from his impressive figure, shamefully returning to your own reflection.

You said nothing, a little surprised at his approach, and even more shocked that it was working

His traps were raised like hackles, he paced feverishly, agitation evident in the deep set of his shoulders, head on a swivel to catch the glimpses of white that dared to look in your direction.

Cerberus’ incarnate, he didn’t need three heads to ward off unwanted gazes.

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A large, toothy smile spread across your face, a renewed determination bubbling within you as you braced your feet into the ground below. Rolling onto the balls of you feet and back you planted yourself firmly before finally lifting the bar off the rack. With a small step back you took a deep breath before bending at the knees, your back straight and. With a deep inhale you hauled yourself up, weight and all, until your legs straightened, locking at the knees before repeating.

“You can handle more than that.” You heard Ghost’s voice call over the the music playing in your ear.

“I’m not going for PR…” you trailed off. Not keen to fail at lifting weight you couldn’t handle.

“You are today.” You rolled your eyes at this. You were positive your lieutenant had a soft spot for you. Maybe you were even his favorite. You had to be with the way he relentlessly demanded the best of the best from you and seemingly no one else.

You watched him bemusedly as he loaded another plate onto the bar, distributing the weight equally and locking the mechanism of your weight lock.

You sighed dramatically before side stepping him

As if sensing your hesitation, his voice was low, softer as he crowded into your space. The breadth of his large chest just barely grazing your back

“I’ve got your six.”

a/n: unedited. this is the dumbest premise on earth and I hate how I wrote it but someone very kind encouraged me to post it so here you go, missing a little at the end cause I didn’t have the heart to finish but here u go none the less 💀

divider by: @chaefilm

#lunden’s recs ? #mutuals #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader