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tojisun · 4 months

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(holiday special - christmas eve)

simon ghost riley x fem reader - in multiple aus ^v^

star dividers by @/plutism <33

biker!simon who gifts you your own bike and takes you around the bloc to ride it. it doesn’t go well at first – you keep stumbling and the sputtering engine of your own bike scares you, but simon’s there, ready to catch you and to switch off the ignition before you can topple.

you two spend hours just familiarizing yourself with the bike before you finally manage a one-minute run without tipping over, simon shadowing you from the back with his own. laughter spills from your lips and simon grins, feeding off of your giddiness.

(you don’t know it but simon’s been filming your progress, sending updates to the group chat when he can.

ghost: peanut’s learning

ghost: [video attachment]

soap: today of all days? ok weirdo. anyways, what time are you both gonna be here for the party then????

gaz: LMAO JOHNNY)

the sky’s stretching into darkness (it’s just four in the afternoon) when you wheel your bike back to his garage.

“y’had fun?” simon asks, tapping your visor lightly with his gloved hand, his eyes crinkled in happiness.

you nod, placing your palms on either side of your helmet to tether it from all of simon’s jostling.

“i did!” you cheer, beaming up at him. “thank you so much, baby.”

simon smiles before he bumps his helmet on yours, his palm closing around your wrist where his thumb begins to rub soothing nothings.

“‘s good to hear,” he says, his voice a touch quiet. “i’m so proud of you, lovie.”

you are still shy, avoiding his eyes as your cheeks continue to thrum with heat at simon’s reverence, when you and simon rev away towards johnny’s place.

baker!simon who is knocking on your apartment door at 3 am and, when that fails, is calling you consecutively until you answer.

“fuckin’ what?”

you’re groggy from sleep, voice still scratchy from having just been woken up. simon can practically see your eye bags from the other line but he doesn’t have it in him to be sorry. you did ask to be picked up for the day’s long haul.

“wakey wakey,” simon greets with a straight face. “time for cake…y.”

there’s silence from your end, stretching into uncomfortable minutes, before the door is ripped open and there came you, squinting up at him.

“what?” you ask again, this time less angry. simon realizes the call’s been dropped so he pockets his phone back.

“good mornin’ love,” is what he says instead because it is. because every morning with you is good. “y’still wanna help out with the shop today?”

you blink your squinted eyes for a while, processing, then, “ah! oh-em-jee, yeah, of course.”

it’s kind of comical how your face eases up with the dawning realization before you scramble back inside to your place. there’s a pause, shuffling of feet, and the door swinging open again. you shoot him a sheepish smile. “come in?”

he chuckles and steps forward to finally crowd you, his lips cool as they brush against your warm cheek. you burrow in his warmth and you two breathe each other in before you amble back to prepare for the day.

(simon stares at the bloody ceiling.

“mactavish,” he barks out. “how did you fuckin’ launch the batter up there?”

it’s only your loud laughter that saves johnny from being fired – “you can’t fire a friend! bro-code!” – and simon stops glaring at him to turn and watch as you try to stop the giggles.

there’s a stray peppering of flour on your face and on your hair, your apron a whole wet mess of egg and batter, and your hands sticky with cookie dough. but even then, you still look so beautiful, so perfect, as you stand there amidst the mess.

“keep starin’ and lassie’ll melt.”

simon elbows johnny in the stomach hard.)

bimbo!reader who worryingly calls simon because something is wrong with the mashed potatoes you’re preparing. simon answers the call within the first ring, leaving the towel that he’s been using to dry his hair to fall limply on the floor.

“hey, sweets,” he says. “how-”

“simmy!” you cry out, cutting him off. “they’re ugly!”

“oh? what is, sweet pea?” simon asks, not even batting an eye.

he gets a facetime call and eagerly answers it. simon almost lets out a croon at how gorgeous you are, all dolled up for the night out with your friends – and even when you aren’t dolled up, even when you’re only in his ratty old shirts, you are still so beautiful – and wishes he can see you in person already.

simon’s not really a patient man when it comes to being away from you.

“hi, my sweet girl,” he says, his eyes crinkling as he smiles.

the worry in your face melts just a bit, your eyes flicking down shyly.

see? his sweet girl, indeed.

“uhm, i,” you begin, clearing your throat when it cracks. “they’re ugly.”

“who is?”

simon doesn’t expect you to flip the camera to show him a pot of… chowder?

“i fucked up my mashed potatoes!”

a heartbeat passes before simon’s peeling laughter comes through. he disguises it as a cough, thumping his chest when the chuckles refuse to be smothered.

it’s just- he can’t look away from the fucked up potatoes, not even knowing where to begin to tell you how you screwed them up. did you add more milk than needed? why’s it so wet? did you add water to it too?

what-

simon’s thoughts stutter to a halt, his giddy laughter petering into quiet puffs.

“sweetheart?” he asks and simon’s blessed with the sight of your beautiful face again. “aren’t you supposed to be out with your friends tonight? why’re you making food?”

your lips jut out in a pout, your nose scrunching as you look away. it takes a heartbeat before you reply, your words chewed on as though you don’t want him to hear.

but simon did. and his heart is left to melt in the weight of his love for you.

“i asked if we could reschedule because you just came back and i wanted to, you know, have dinner with you.”

“oh,” simon whispers.

you sniff.

simon doesn’t hide his smile. “i’ll be there in ten, yeah?”

he catches you nod before simon’s off, running to his room to dress up, before snagging his car keys and the wrapped gift he prepared for you.

he swears that he carefully managed to go past the speed limit as he drives to your place. very carefully.

(extra)

dbf!simon who watches as the minutes go by as his message remains unanswered.

> you free?

he sees the notification that it’s been read. he waits to see if you will type up anything but the chat box remains an empty slate and the seconds of waiting turn to minutes.

to hours.

simon’s fist tightens around the box in his hand.

(johnny sees the diamonds and snorts. “tryna win her back with a rock, really?”

simon glares at him and johnny raises his hands in mock surrender.

he sighs and pushes the gift to johnny. “just take it. i’ve got no use for it.”

“anymore, you mean,” johnny adds, snickering even when he pockets the ring.

simon grunts and turns away, ignoring johnny as he tries to drown out the yawning in his heart.)

: this was supposed to be posted yesterday ahhh im sorry for the delay :(( merry christmas to those who are celebrating it!! happy winter break to those who arent ^v^ i love u guys soooo much <33

#suns.hc #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #biker!simon #baker!simon #bimbo!reader #suns #i love u guys so so much n im sorry this one came out late :((

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yourmomsushi · 28 days

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Poly 141 x Baker Reader Warnings : MDNI, fluff? , suggested poly!

“It’s too…crispy?” I hear from the customer in the corner, making me groan mentally. I had always fumbled with making croissants , especially the ones were they’re supposed to be soft and chewy, not rock hard like the fucking earth. I fidget with a strand of hair, my two pretty pink lavender bows are trimmed to perfection and dangle in my hair aimlessly. I tug on my white apron, when I hear the doorbell chime, turning my head to the direction of the sound, I see buff shoulders like they were made to carry damsels in distress and the fucking world. The man wore military green and black, with a vest over as he turned to my direction, his hair shaved except the mohawk he sported so confidently. I fumbled with my name tag. Meanwhile, I see a man with a scurry beard and hairy arms that are visible due to rolled up sleeves of a plaid white shirt, another man had rich creamy skin, his face and body literally glowing as he lays a arm on another man, who seems so damn mysterious, covering his face with a balaclava that is in the form of a skull, dark war paint smudged against his eyes. I open my mouth and start the usual lines of the average customers, expect its much more softer than usual, which I don't even notice,

“Hi! Welcome to Bun”s Bakery! What can I get you?” I say, fixing my name tag : Bun : short for the name Bunnie.

“Hi. So we're gonna start on one tea, 3 cups of dark espresso, and one blueberry muffin.” The man with fuzzy black hair says, with his arm slang over the Skull face-covered man, whom I’m surprised didn’t shove him away.

“Okay! Your total is 10.56$” I say with a smile.

After the payments are done, the group of men find a table in the corner of the cafe, taking in the scene before them. Art pieces hanging around, antiques and sculptures, it was like a hectic history and art, but you couldn’t help but awe at it softly. I turn in just then, carrying their drinks and warmed blueberry muffin on a small white tray.

“Bunnie, right?” the man with the overgrown mohawk says, eyeing my name tag with curiosity.

I nod with a smile “and you lot must be?” I say with a genuine smile for once these days.

“I’m Johnny,” He says, reaching over and pointing at the man with the skull mask, “That’s Simon.” He then points to the prettiest man out of all of them. “That’s Kyle”. He finally then points to the oldest man of the lot, with a slightly overgrown beard. “And, that's our captain, John.”

I smile. “Pleasure to meet you all, you guys are new here?”

John smiles and nods “It’s just temporary for a few months, nothing permanent.”

I smile again, giving them extra napkins and refills, “Well, if you need anything, let me know, you know how hectic Italy can get, am i right?” I give an awkward chuckle and smile.

Throughout their stay, I hear the man give hushed whispers to each other until finally, the skull guy, simon comes up to me with a grunt and says :

“Others wanted to give you their number, here.” He tugs a note with all their phone numbers in there, he grunts again and walks back, his voice was gruff and almost - kind?

I give a small smile and wave as they leave the building, my heart flutters softly, new friends, new starts.

So much for burnt croissants I guess.

#poly!141 x reader #poly 141 #poly141 x fem!reader #Poly141 x baker!reader #kyle garrick x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #johnny mactavish x reader

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lunamoonbby · 3 months

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I want to read a ghost x single mom! Baker! reader where single mom has 2 kids, a baby and a 3 year old. the bakery is really big and one day simon comes in and he sees a little mini play bakery in the corner and a 3 year old girl comes in and is like "how I help you" and he asks for a black coffee and a croissant and he gets a tea cup filled with water and a toy croissant🥺 and reader comes in with a baby on her hip wondering why a customer is in the bakery when they're closed but she sees the sign still says open, and she hears Simon telling her daughter that the coffee and croissant is the best he ever has and gives the 3 year old $100 and Simon sees the reader and his heart just stops and reader is like I'm sorry you can have your money back and he's like no keep it start her college fund or something reader is like ok well how about you come in tomorrow and get a real black coffee and croissant and he's like but your closes tomorrow and reader is like nonsense I'll open shop just for you I have to do inventory anyways so come in I'll make you a fresh croissant and a black coffee on the house. So Simon comes in the next day and he sees the 3 year again and she gives him the water and toy croissant and single mom comes in and is like here is your real croissant and black coffee and when he takes a bite and a sip he's internally like I'm gonna make her my wife and her kids are my kids and he comes in everyday when the shop is open and the team notice his behavior and one day they follow ghost to the bakery and they see him holding a 4 month old baby and a 3 year old climbing him like a jungle gym and soap is like he has a secret family and he barges is the shop and is like LT! I DIDNT KNOW YOU HAVE A WIFE AND 2 CHILDREN and the 3 year old not knowing any better is like DADDY😄 and the baby's second word is dada😊 and reader is embarrassed and ghost is like yes I do and reader just dies from embarrassment cause like why would you say that and he just hands the baby back to reader and he kisses the reader and he says I'll be home for dinner (at this point he knows where reader lives) I gotta go back to work and reader is confused as all hell and baby is just babbling Dadadadada 😋.

Sorry for this word vomit

I just want someone to make this a series

#simon ghost riley #ghost #he baby #i wanna have his babies #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #ghost x reader #single mom reader #baker reader #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost riley

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xmalereader · 1 year

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Simon Riley X Male Reader

|| Masterlist ||

Authors Note: Here is my first Simon “ghost” Riley shot! Now, I didn’t play this game but do have some knowledge of it…since I did research on his character and everything like that but either way, hope you enjoy and sorry that it’s short!

Summary: Simon is finally at peace and trying to move forward with his life without thinking about death and war. He moves to a new town where he visits a bakery owned by a very persuasive owner.

Warnings: Fluff, domestic ghost, Simon Riley, change of views, reader is a dilf, single parent, mention of abuse, past abuse, slight flirting, bakery AU, Ghost deserves a break.

Word count: 2.2k

Simon had lived his life in fear.

Fear of his own father and fear of his own future. When he joined the task force 141, he didn’t think that he’d accept his teammates as close friends, people that he grew protective whenever they were in missions together. His bond with Jonny deepened during their time together, allowing himself to open up a little whenever he was around the other or whenever they had time. After spending majority of his life in the special forces he didn’t think that he’d finally give himself a break. To sit down and relax, not having to worry about the bloodshed and the worry of losing anyone else.

When he first made the decision of giving himself a break and returning back home he has grown restless and uncomfortable by the sudden change. He didn’t see himself having a domestic life, used to the violence and death that surrounded him. He was still cautious whenever he walked the streets, head low and face hidden. No matter how many times he told himself that he was free to remove his mask he couldn’t find it in himself to do so. He insisted on keeping his face covered, hiding from the public’s eyes until he felt comfortable at the new adjustment in his life.

He first started with his new place, settling in and making the place comfortable and to his liking, after he created his own routine. Giving himself time to adjust to the new changes of his life, having no plans to return back to the task force. If he was ever told that he was needed back he wouldn’t hesitate to do so, but deep down inside he knew that he deserved this break and that they’ll have to rely on someone else’s help.

During his time back, he’d given himself the opportunity to roam the area. Spotting a few families here and there, minding their own business as he walks down the street. He didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings until he reached the end of the road, going around the corner to come face to face with a small ship, tucked away. He takes notice of the empty shop even though it was clearly open, allowing the public to enter whenever they please. Simon doesn’t know what lures him into the shop but upon entering he’s hit with the strong scent of yeast and coffee beans, even though his mask he’s able to smell the mixture of both scents.

He’s standing in the empty shop, eyes roaming the place as he takes in the interior of the place before his eyes land on a young man, his back facing him as he hums softly to himself. The shops music plays in the background, soft piano keys playing as the man behind the counter sways side to side, focusing on their own task, clearly not taking notice of their new customer. Simon doesn’t wish to interrupt and decides to sit in one of the empty tables, leaning back in his chair as he glanced at the man every few minutes before turning his gaze out the window, watching the world go by.

It wasn’t until a cup of tea is set in front of him, snapping his attention towards the man who was standing behind the counter now standing next to him, silently serving him some tea. Their own eyes focused on the warm liquid being poured into the small cup, soft smile on his lips as he holds the kettle up and away once he finished pouring the tea.

“I didn’t order tea.”

The young man shifts their gaze towards Simon, looking into his brown eyes as they smiled. “I know.” He simply says, stepping away from the table. “It’s on the house.” He adds before leaving Simon on his own and continuing on with their own business, returning behind the counter as he cleaned up the counter and focused on completing the bread he was baking. The man didn’t cower away in fear like most people would, instead he served Simon a drink, gave him a soft smile and returned back to his own tasks.

Simon didn’t say a word after their small interaction, watching him in silence as the man behind the counter finishes with their baking, placing trays of bread and cookies inside an oven as he sets a timer and cleans up the counter in the meantime. Simon doesn’t touch the tea nor does he drink it, not comfortable enough to remove his mask or to at least lift it up in order to take a small sip. He didn’t know why the man was being kind with him or what his motive was. He stares at the warm cup of tea in front of him, frowning under his mask as he stares at his own reflection. Before he could reach out and touch the warm cup, the door to the shop is shoved open.

A teen rushing inside as they apologize frantically to the older man who can only smile and provide them reassurance. Simon doesn’t stay long and is standing from his seat and leaving the shop before its crawling with people. When he arrives back to his place he grows curious of the place and does some research, finding out that the owner of the bakery was the same man who served him tea. The bakery was popular around the area and many came to visit during certain hours of the day, Simon doesn’t return back to the bakery until a week later.

It was late in the afternoon, the sun was slowly setting and the streets were slowly dying down. People were making their way back home from work or visiting friends and eating out together. When Simon entered the bakery he expected the place to be empty, ready to clean up and close for the night. Instead the tables near the windows were full with teenagers who have finished their classes for the day, sitting and drinking their coffees along with eating the pastries that the bakery provided them. Simon huffs to himself, shifting his gaze towards an empty spot near the far corner of the shop. He makes his way towards the table and takes a seat.

It doesn’t take long for a teen wearing an apron to approach him. “Welcome, would you like something to drink? Something for the cold weather?” He asks, hands behind his back as he stares down at Simon. The older man clears his throat, leaning back in his chair. “I’ll have some tea.” He answers.

“Anything else?” The teen questions.

Before Simon could say anything else he hears the door behind the counter open, revealing the same man from a few days back exiting the back with a tray of cookies in hand. He stood tall, wearing a brown turtle neck with a black apron around his waist as he focused on restocking the cookies behind the counter, smiling softly to himself, unknown by the eyes staring at him. It wasn’t long until the teen leans over to cover Simons view of the man. The teen frowns at him and raises a brow. “No offense but, please stop staring at my dad.”

This gets Simons attention. “He’s your dad?” He questions, looking over the teens shoulder to give the other man behind the counter a quick look before looking back at the teen. “A bit young to be a father.”

“Adopted—not that it’s your business. But I’ll get you your tea.” The teens voice is full of venom, causing Simon to snicker at his attitude as he watched him walk away. He watched as the teenager grumbled to the other man, whispering harshly to him but the other man stays quiet and listens intently, letting the teenager ramble on as they worked together.

“Fuckin’ stupid machine—!”

“That’s enough.” Y/n frowns, turning to face his son as he snatched the kettle from his hands. “You’ll break the machine and if you break it. I will remove the pat from your check.”

“You can’t do that!”

“My bakery my rules.” Y/n points a finger at him in warning, getting a pout from the teen as Y/n focused on making the tea. The two are quiet for a few minutes until the teenager breaks the silence. “He’s back.” He whispered, nodding towards the corner where Simon sat on his own. Y/n doesn’t look up or pay much attention. “And? He’s a customer and we do our job. If he scares you then suck it up.” He grins, finishing up the tea and handing him the drink. “If you are scared I can take it to him.”

“No way, he sounds like an asshole and wouldn’t stop staring at you.”

“Really?” This gets his attention, finally looking over his shoulder to stare at Simon. The masked man stared back at him, his brown eyes staring deep into his own as he blushed softly before looking away. “Well—“ he clears his throat, taking the tea with him. “Why don’t I introduce myself?” He smirks.

His son groans. “Please don’t flirt.” He pleads while watching him walk away with tea in hand and approaching Simon. “Didn’t think I’d see you here again.” He admits, setting the cup in front of Simon as the other hums in response. “I could say the same.”

Y/n chuckles. “Oh! I also want to apologize for my sons behavior—didn’t think I could hear him when the place is very small.” He let’s him know, not wanting to offend or upset the other man from his sons attitude or perhaps sarcastic wits. “He speaks his mind sometimes and it can get some people upset by what he says.”

“Nothing he said offended me—he was just keeping an eye out for his father. Which I think is far too young to be one.” Simons finger grazed over the rim of the cup, tapping his point finger against the handle and having a feel of the warm cup in hand. “Are you—?”

“His father? Yes, by blood? No. But I don’t see him any less.” Y/n responds back with a smile. “I adopted him at a young age, single parenting isn’t easy but the poor kid had a rough life. Lived in the streets at a very young age, parents weren’t so great.” He mumbled, eyes full of sorrow as he remembers the first time he found the kid alone in the streets, holding a worn out blanket and wrapping it around his shivering body. He sat outside his bakery during earlier hours, y/n always gave him a warm meal without making the kid pay anything. He’d grown used to the kid visiting him everyday that when he suddenly went missing he grew worried and anxious, even though the kid wasn’t his he still saw him as family.

Y/n later found out that the kid was living in a abusive home, both parents not caring for the child as they threw him out and forced him to live in the cold weather. The baker didn’t hesitate to make things right, getting the proper people involved and finally taking the kid under his wing, adopting the kid from his abusive family and giving him the home and love that he needed. Even though his son was protective he was still a kid at heart who was healing from his past. He shakes the memory away and provides a soft smile to the other. “Besides, he’s a great kid.”

Simon was staring at him, smiling softly under his own mask as he agrees. “I bet he is.” He muffled out, taking in the other man’s warm presence. He didn’t think that someone so young would own a bakery, let alone one not too far away from where he lived now. “What’s your name?” He finally asks.

“Y/n and your’s—if I may?” Y/n raises a brow with a grin on his face.

Simon opens and closes his mouth, not comfortable enough to reveal his name and decides to stick with his code name. “Ghost.”

“Ghost?” Y/n repeats the name, chuckling to himself and decides not to question it. “Very well, ghost. It’s nice to meet you. I wish I could stay and continue our conversation but classes end in ten minutes and the place will be packed with university students.” He checks the watch on his wrist, taking notice of the time. He’d have to finish up the rest of the cookies if he is too sell them all today and perhaps give a few freebies if the students get lucky enough.

“At this hour?” Simon didn’t think that students would still be in class at such a late hour. “You’d be surprised.” Y/n’s place was always packed during this hour due to students leaving class with empty stomachs and finding their way to the bakery or to find a comfortable and warm place to study. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. It was nice meeting you, hope we met again.” He gives Simon a nod before rushing towards the back.

Simon watched him disappear in the back, chuckling softly and turning his gaze towards the cup of tea that Y/n provided for him. Simon wasn’t one to stay in one place for too long, but perhaps he’d give this town a chance and continue visiting the bakery.

#male reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost x male reader #ghost x reader #modern warefare 2 #Simon Riley x male reader #Simon Riley x reader #baker series

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elliespuns · 1 year

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I was innitially planning on being just a casual fan of The last of Us, but then I thought why not just let it consume my entire soul instead.

#the last of us #tlou #the last of us game #tlou game #ellie williams #joel miller #ellie and joel #ellie and riley #bella ramsey #pedro pascal #the last of us part 1 #the last of us part 2 #ashley johnson #troy baker

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nemvoltamelegjoneki · 1 year

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Megtanultam hozzászokni ahhoz, hogy már nincsen, de sohasem leszek túl rajta.

-Riley Baker

#magyar tumblr #magyar tumblisok #hungary #magyar #tumblr magyarorszag #tumblr #artists on tumblr #saját #magyar idézetek #könyv #könyves idézetek #rileybaker #Riley Baker

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ghouljams · 11 months

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Fae boys having a massive sweet tooth works out just fine for me cause I like to bake. *shovels cake down their throats*

There's something sort of cute about the way Simon rests his chin on your shoulder as you stir the milk and flour mixture you have thickening on the stove. His arms wrap around your waist pulling you back against his chest with a deep rumbling noise. You can't take your hands off your cooking, but you lean your head against his affectionately.

"Smells good," he mumbles, turning to press his nose against your pulse. You laugh, turning off the stove and moving the pan off the heat.

"I'm not even half done," you tell him. Simon hums, not moving from where he's settled, "Ten minutes, it needs to cool or the eggs will scramble." You reach back to thread your fingers through his hair, scratching gently as you feel his tongue drag against your skin.

"Plenty of time."

"What's got you so nee-" you shriek as he lifts you, arms squeezing tight around you so he can carry you to the living room. You both fall haphazardly onto the couch before Simon positions you how he'd like on his lap. His hands grip your hips and drag them to grind down against him. "This is not a ten minute activity Simon," you remind him, making no effort to stop his enticing movements.

"We don't have to stop," he tells you.

"You can't fuck me while I'm cooking."

But he can, and he does, bending you over the counter as you try to stir in your eggs. The snap of his hips, his thick cock dragging against your walls, you drop your head and try to ignore the tight coil of heat he's winding up in you. You feel yourself start to slide against the counter, your hands losing purchase against the marble top. Simon's hand wraps around your neck, pulling you back up.

"Focus, Love," he purrs in your ear, his thrusts short and deep and brain melting. He has a lot of nerve telling you to focus with his fingers circling your clit like that.

"You are- fuck," you gasp. Simon hums in agreement. You feel him pull on one of the gold threads in your chest and your orgasm crashes into you. "Not fair," you whine, high and tight in your throat as he fucks you through it.

"Now you can focus," you can hear him smiling. If you didn't know he wasn't, you'd think he might be the devil.

You know exactly why he was so determined to fuck you boneless when he pulls the tray of perfect pâte à choux from the oven and eats every single one. Those were supposed to be a gift.

#lowkey ghost grabbed Love because shes a baker #also flexing my amazing baking skills #who wants my/Love's recipe #jk im not gonna turn this into a recipe blog #fae!ghost #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #putting this at the end but i am always so unsure about writing smut stuff #had some bad comments on fics with it in the past #and now i feel like its all bad lol

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