#simon riley x nerd!reader

[machveil]

I blame you for my Simon brainrot, so have this:

Simon smitten with someone who is a complete nerd, just an absolute geek. Plays D&D, reads way too much, wears glasses (I double blame you for this) and dorky shirts and socks, etc. Him just sitting there listening to them ramble about something he has no clue about and then later on him referencing back because you cant tell me he isnt actually paying attention even if he doesnt have a vested personal interest in it.

I’ll happily take responsibility for Simon Riley brainrot lol

Simon Riley is absolutely smitten with Nerd!Reader - it doesn’t matter what fascinates you, he’s taken. anime, manga, comics? tell him about it. music, video games, movies? play something for him. are you into Dungeons and Dragons? he’ll listen to you explain everything - show him your dice, tell him about all the classes, spells, monsters

Simon Riley adores your glasses - prescription or not. thick frames? metal? plastic? functional or fashionable? he can’t stop looking at your face. if you do have prescription lenses you can convince Simon to try them on. they’re a little small sitting on the crooked bridge of his nose, he blinks once before handing them back, “Prefer my reading glasses.”. but if you wear his reading glasses? he’s nearly drooling, they look so charming on you - in fact, why don’t you just keep ‘em?

Simon Riley will soak in whatever you tell him. be careful talking to him about stuff you want, if you mention a certain pair of pretty dice or a new volume of your favorite series it’ll end up in your hands, cost be damned. if something is really expensive Simon will lie through his teeth so you don’t feel bad, “Was on sale, love, don’t worry. Hm? Exclusive release? Don’t know about that.”

Simon Riley, the big, hulking man he is, can be talked into cosplaying for you. he might roll his eyes, but he’s biting back a smile when you mention he would look good dressed as a certain character from a series you love. when October rolls around you might just come home to find Simon standing in the doorframe to your bedroom, dressed in oh so familiar clothes, “This what you wanted, lovie?”

Simon Riley that, even though he’s dead silent listening to you, can repeat everything you’ve said back to him. he might forget smaller details - the color of a character’s clothes, the way to specifically pronounce a name, but he remembers your favorite chapters and episodes, the class you play and your lucky dice. he might even surprise you when he talks about things you didn’t tell him, “Hm? Oh, jus’ did some light readin’ on it, nothin’ special.”

[captainsaveawoah]

Idk

Simon is 100% that sound bite from that song by Se’kret like ONLY that part of “Come here, bae, come sit next to me, come and take your drawers off. Damn, you on the edge of the bed, you 'bout to fall off.” (Because the rest of it is NAWT that man.)

Anyway, but imagine he bags this BADDIE. I’m talking the baddest bitch around. You’re soft or just all around loud. Idk whatever makes you, you and absolutely a BADDIE. and he’s so him he doesn’t even know what to do with you because he’s just him, ya know?

Like actual the baddie I bagged being autistic. Idk.

[uhhhidontknowanycreativenames]

I firmly believe Simon is either a loner or a minute men. I think people voting BoS forget that they're violent racists who in the game were willing to hurt a lot of people and Simon doesn't seem like he'd be down with murder just cause someone is a ghoul as long as they ain't feral. But that's also I interpret the BoS so maybe people see them differently which is fair.

While I agree that he's more likely to be a part of the minutemen if any faction at all, I also see why (at least in my mind) people would think BoS. Yes they are NOT a good group of people but at least for the majority they believe that they are doing the right things because of the people around them telling them this from a young age (just like how I feel a lot of people in the military are misinformed one way or another but I have a different blog for stuff like this).

I feel like having simon be a member of the BoS (or possibly a ex member who was able to stay 'missing' after a failed recon mission) would add a lot more depth and I'd have more to say and build off of BUT I wanna see what other ideas I get first.

[harpsinfinity]

Hey sillies !!!

Currently, I've joined the hunt for a lost song called "everyone knows that" or "ulterior motives" (yes, I'm a little bit of a nerd)

For a bit of context: in 2021, a user named Carl92 found an old audio file on his computer dating back to 1999, he had faint memories of this song but didn't fully recognising it, claiming it must have been from when he was learning to sample songs, he remembered it being on a cassette tape he had, but found it on a dvd file (which meant he could've burnt the song into the dvd, which could explain its low quality). He uploaded a 17 second snippet of it to whatszatsong.com. it was soon found unidentifiable and called "lost media"

Ever since 2021 there have been communities following different leads and bebunking them to find the origins of this song as well as the full song !! The video will be below this. If anyone wants to join the search or has any possible leads, dm me or send me an ask !!! The snippet of the song will be in a video below this

thanks sillies !!

[girl-lostconnection]

Just something I’m still toying with in my head. Will continue a little later probably

Punk!Ghost x Nerd!Reader

Warnings: violence, bullying, mention of abuse, pretty vague but still a tad heavy overall

Unsweetened lemonade (part 1)

Part 2 || Part 3

Ghost who is all spikes and cigarette smoke and dark circles under deep seated brown eyes. Always so gloomy, always alone, always biting the hand outstretched to him.

In his world outstretched hand means beating. In his world outstretched hand is one fucking omen and he prefers to stay away from it.

People can’t hurt you if they can’t touch you. If you won’t let them.

Ghost never does. He’ll be dead before he lets anyone up close. He’ll be dead before anyone touches him ever again (the voice in his head snarls, the voice in his head a wounded dog, the voice in his head a rabid animal — always fighting, always choking, always clawing uphill).

Ghost is all long limbs and sharp angles, growing too fast, eating too much in a house where it’s never enough for everyone to go around. Simon sucks it up because he’s the oldest, because he can go hungry, it’s no big deal — he’s used to it.

The hunger and void of loneliness sucks open a bleeding pit inside of him and he pushes his face harder into the pillow, choking back weakness.

Tears are weakness. Craving love is weakness. Feeling alone and cold and hungry and wanting his mom to kiss him before bed is weakness.

Weak people don’t survive what he survives. He’s not weak, never weak.

Ghost frankly doesn’t understand you — with your nose always in a book, headphones always in your ears, eyes always a little too distant. He doesn’t understand the quiet resignation that he sees on your face when someone gives your hair a sharp tug or throws mean, disgusting things — words coming out like damn filth, his knuckles whiten and it’s not even aimed at him.

Ghost doesn’t understand why you don’t fight. You don’t understand why he always does.

Fighting never makes it better, fighting means prolonging suffering. Fighting means anger, means screaming, means angry hot tears and red face and pain-pain-pain because it’s not fair, it’s never fair and it shouldn’t be like that.

You force it all back down before it threatens to spill out of you, bubbling and acidic.

Ghost’s lips curl in something very akin to snarl and you glare back. He’s all long limbs and sharp angles and heavy boots and old creaking leather jacket that he wears through all winter. Even when it’s so cold his lips turn blue.

Even when he’s shivering. Ghost still holds his head high, shoulders tense and square — always ready for a fight. Always ready to beat into the ground anyone who tries to beat him.

Never again, never again, never again

You stay silent, headphones already in your ears, but you still watch the broad space of his back. He’s lanky, he’s disproportionate and too big-too long-too much.

You wouldn’t call him pretty at all, his jawline too heavy and out, his eyes deep seated and harsh, his nose big — nose bridge crooked, sharp lines of his cheekbones look like you would cut yourself if you touched.

Ghost looks right back at you, but for some reason doesn’t snarl this time. Maybe he’s just tired, maybe it’s too cold to waist energy on someone like you but his lips are blue and he’s shivering and suddenly you can feel pulling your scarf off.

It’s a mad idea, it’s the worst thing your mind could come up with because everyone knows that Simon “Ghost” Riley is aggressive cunt with chip on his shoulder.

But you know all too well how it feels to stand outside — alone and cold, shivering because people that were supposed to protect you and warm you up — didn’t.

So you pull your scarf off and thrust it in his hands before practically running away, because everyone knows that Simon “Ghost” Riley is aggressive cunt with chip on his shoulder. And you don’t want to be caught in his fire.

You have it enough already as it is.

Simon watches you scramble away, scarf warm and soft in his hands and he wants to snarl again, wants to chase you, wants to ask what the fuck do you think you are doing. But you are already gone.

And he’s cold and he’s alone and he’s tired. Maybe that’s why he tentatively wraps warm fuzzy scarf around his neck and head, nose nuzzling in it immediately.

It feels so good he almost hates you in the moment.

It feels so good Simon feels like crying all over again.

[dead-flight]

⌖ masterlist.

unlinked = unpublished. [queued] = already written, will be posted soon. my queue runs ONE POST a day, so the number inside the square brackets is the order it'll be posted in. S.R = Simon Riley J.M = Johnny Mactavish

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ `· . drabbles .ᐟ

Bratty!Sergeant!Reader x Simon | 2 | 3 | 4 - S.R (FLUFF) And the Wind Still Blows - S.R (ANGST) You’ll Fix Him Slowly | 2 - S.R (ANGST) His Bunny. - S.R (SMUT) You Give Him Flowers - S.R (FLUFF) Nerd!Reader x Simon - S.R (SMUT & FLUFF) I'll Use You As A Warning Sign - S.R (ANGST) nsfw!streamer!reader x mod!simon - S.R (SMUT) (REQ)

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ `· . one-shots .ᐟ

Neighbour Simon x Reader - S.R (SMUT) In Some Other Universe, Nothing Changes - S.R (ANGST) (REQ) "If You Don't Shut It, I'll Shut I'll Shut It For You" - S.R (SMUT) Sorry, I Thought I Could Let You Go - S.R (SMUT) (REQ) A Ghost Always Returns to His Haunt - S.R

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ `· . series .ᐟ

The Dog Days - S.R Dead Men Don't Write Letters - S.R (ANGST/FLUFF/) I See Dead People - S.R (progress slow expect never)

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ `· . headcanons .ᐟ He'll Never Say He Loves You - S.R (FLUFF) Simon Quits Smoking For You - S.R (FLUFF) Honey, I'll Wait For You - J.M (FLUFF) (REQ)

[cinnamongrl2006]

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𐙚 Requests are open!!𐙚 my guidelines are here

smut ౨ৎ

fluff ❀

angst ꩜

DC Jason Todd

Cowboy!Jason Todd ౨ৎ

Jason todd instagram drabble ❀

Formula one driver!Jason Todd (part 1) ❀

Formula one driver!Jason Todd (part 2) ❀ ౨ৎ

Jason Todd size kink ❀ (suggestive)

College!Jason Todd with nerdy, shy!reader ❀ (suggestive) (requested)

College!Jason Todd part two ౨ৎ

Frat!Jason Todd ౨ৎ ❀ (requested)

Nsfw alphabet ౨ৎ ❀

Yearner Jason blurb ❀

english major nerd!jason tutoring bimbo!reader ౨ৎ (requested)

heaven is a place on earth with you ❀

Jason Todd thinks he doesn't know how to love, but... ❀

DC Bruce Wayne

Husband!Bruce Wayne headcanons ❀౨ৎ

NSFW alphabet ౨ৎ

Bruce Wayne size kink ౨ৎ (requested)

Hot summer nights ❀ (requested)

teasing older bf!Bruce in public ౨ৎ (requested)

older bf!Bruce and Bambi!reader ౨ৎ (requested)

Husband!Bruce date night ❀ (requested)

Making up after a fight headcanons ❀ (requested)

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fluff drabble ❀

older bf!Bruce x Bambi!reader somno ౨ৎ (requested)

Bruce and casual acts of dominance ❀

Cowboy!Bruce Wayne ❀

patching him up ❀

professor!Bruce ౨ৎ (requested)

Dry humping ౨ৎ (requested)

Bale!Bruce Headcanons ❀ (requested)

Birthday date night part 1 ❀ ꩜ (hurt-comfort) (requested)

Bruce's controversially young girlfriend meeting Dick for the first time ❀

DC Dick Grayson

Nsfw alphabet ౨ৎ

DC Clark Kent

Baking with him ❀

DC Roy Harper

Dilf!Roy ౨ৎ (requested)

DC Hal Jordan

fluff drabble ❀

Dad’s best friend (part 1) suggestive

Jealous!Hal Jordan x Batman’s assistant!reader (part 1) (requested)

COD Simon"Ghost" Riley

Knight!Ghost x princess!reader ❀

Knight!Ghost x princess!reader (part two) ❀ ꩜

Knight!Ghost x princess!reader (part three) ❀౨ৎ

loverboy Simon blurb ❀

Jealous Simon and medic!user (part 1) ❀ (requested)

Husband!Simon Riley comforting sick fem!reader ❀ (requested)

RDR2 Arthur Morgan

Professor!Arthur x student!reader ౨ৎ

[yawnderu]

🌟Smut Masterlist🌟

Renders by @ave661

Main Masterlist

Asks Masterlist

✧ Showtime - Keegan P. Russ ✧ Hatefucking - Keegan P. Russ

✧ Lactation - Keegan P. Russ ✧ Mine - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ✧ K-9 - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ✧ Freak - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ✧ Simon ''Ghost'' Riley drabble ✧ Vamp - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ✧ Monster - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ✧ Making love with Simon

✧ Somnophilia

✧ Somno masturbation

✧ Denial - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ✧ Rimming - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley

✧ Pillow princess riding - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley

✧ Pierced dick - Simon Riley ✧ Pervert!König ✧ Colonel!König ✧ Cat and Mouse - König ✧ Taste Game - König ✧ Sweet Dreams - König ✧ Fantasize - König x GN!Reader ✧ Innocence Loss - König ✧ Home - Kyle ''Gaz'' Garrick ✧ Captain's Wife - John Price & 141

✧ Sharing - Simon Riley x Reader x John Price ✧ Sweet Home - John Price ✧ John ''I share my wife'' Price x reader x Simon ''Ghost'' Riley

✧ Just the tip - Simon Riley

✧ Filthy bastard - Simon Riley ✧ Punished - Miguel O'Hara ✧ Tease - Miguel O'Hara ✧ Catgirl - Miguel O'Hara ✧ Breeding - Miguel O'Hara ✧ Nerd!Miguel O'Hara ✧ Bully!Miguel O'Hara x Nerd!Reader ✧ Bully!Miguel O'Hara x Nerd!Reader ✧ Prince!Miguel O'Hara x Evil Witch!Reader ✧ Nerd!Miguel O'Hara ✧ Snow White!Miguel O'Hara x Evil Queen!Reader ✧ Closer - Miguel O'Hara ✧ Blissed Out - Miguel O'Hara ✧ She Wants Me Dead - Miguel O'Hara ✧ Shadow Company 14 vs 1 Gangbang

✧ Needy - Keegan P. Russ

✧ Pimp!Ghost

✧ Lactation - DBF!Keegan

✧ Toxic!FWB!Ghost

✧ Pervert!Roommate!Simon

✧ Pervert!Roommate!Simon Part II

✧ Monster

✧ Thin Walls (NSFW collab)

✧ Tiger in heat - Horangi

[rasberrybabez]

Hallo!! i was curious if you’d do maybe like a teen au with simon x reader? not like under 18 tho:< maybe like Bully/popular!simon x Loner/nerd!reader? :3

Ahhh!!!!! Ofc my sweet anon!! 🥰 I’ve seen other reqs like this to some other creators and I LOVE it being my first one! So of course and I hope you enjoyyyy ❤️

this will be told using the American school system Bcs that’s all I know well 😣

~tags: heavy smut, bullying, cnc if you squint, squirting, semi-public, unsafe sex, humiliation, degradation, spanking, spitting, descriptions of parental neglect/abuse, MDNI

𓍢ִ໋☕️✧˚ ༘ ⋆📓⊹ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Two weeks until you got out of this hellhole, and two weeks until you would never see him again.

As your senior year starts to come to a close, the holy grail of freedom from crowded halls, ugly looks and… him.

Simon Riley.

You may be a loner, yes… but not everybody hates you. You couldn’t say the same about Simon, though.

Tall, brooding, held back a year because of the amount of absences he had. A senior, just like you, but a 19 compared to your 18. Always wearing a mask, always hiding somewhere off to the side, never stepping into the light, except for you.

Because it was clear that Simon hated pretty much everybody, but he hated you especially.

you weren’t sure why, because you had never talked to him before the bullying started. Sure, you had caught him looking at you, but after the messy breakup you and your friend group had? A lot of people looked at you, and not in the good way.

Then the bullying started. Simon, always appearing on your way to class, bumping books from your hands and making sure his elbow drove deep into your stomach. He was the cause of your tears, more often than not, but he didn’t give a shit.

And then he stopped hiding it.

Came right up to you, just to shove you into the lockers, spinning you around and shoving your face against the metal cabinets. You would squeal and cry and plead, but it was useless. Simon was relentless.

“Oh, cry all you want baby… no one’s gonna help ya’, eh? No… they don’t care… they don’t care like I do…”

His twisted words made you hiccup over your tears, just as he chuckled behind you. The skirt you were wearing as suddenly a lot shorter than how you remembered it, and shame flushes your cheeks as you realize that Simon’s practically displaying your lacy pink panties to the entire hall.

The whispers grow louder as you squirm against him. Simon just chuckles, letting the crowd find their way to class… class! You’re going to be late, the teacher is going to kill you-

Simons hand flies down to your ass before you can react, making you cry out in pain. He shoved your short little skirt up and tugged the back of your panties high, only to tighten his grip and tug. Again and again, until he had wedged the fabric between your asscheeks.

Thank god the hall was clear now.

You sob and squirm as he forces a wedgie right up into you, your clit burning through the lacy fabric as he spanks you again. Why was he doing this?

“s-stop! Stop, stop Simon please-”

His hand comes to your throat, not tight enough to choke you, but to force your gaze up to his grin. He grips your cheeks, pressing into your soft flesh to open your mouth, before spitting into it.

You whine and sob harder.

“That’s it whore, swallow.”

You try not to, but you can’t close your mouth. You start to drool, tongue lolling out as tears stain your cheeks, your previously neat bun now messy and disgraced. Simon just tsks at your behavior, sighing before shoving two thick fingers to the back of your throat, making you gag.

Now you have no choice but to swallow, and he doesn’t release you until you do.

“Fuckin’ bitch… can’t just follow orders, now can ya’…”

You fall to the ground, heaving in raspy breaths as your skirt flutters back down around your thighs. Your throat is sore and your hair is a mess, and tears track mascara all the way down your cheeks.

Simons taste lingers on your tongue, like pine and cigarettes, mixed with stale beer. It should taste disgusting… but it doesn’t.

Simons scoffs and spits one more time at your face, shoving you against the lockers for good measure. And you hate the part of you that liked it, despite struggling to stand and collect yourself after. Some hidden daddy issues sort of kink, it had to be.

You couldn’t be turned on by him.

That was the first time Simon Riley bullied you like that, and he hadn’t stopped since. It carried on during lunch and during class, and sure it got him a few detentions… but it was public school. What were they going to do, care? Definitely not.

But now, here you are, two weeks away from graduation. Your finals are all done and taken, and you’re so sick of sitting alone, from begging for mercy from some sick bully that plagues you. Sick of school, but really, truly down with it.

So it doesn’t help that in your mind spiraling tangent, you push into the men’s bathroom.

You don’t notice, of course, it’s empty. And the bathrooms look practically identical of your not looking for the urinals.

Most of the other seniors are off for the next two weeks, they’re optional days of school. But you’d rather take the time to study at home, instead of risking your paperwork for college and your wrist for writing to your dad’s drunken rage.

You just need a break, a splash of water on your face. So you tug off your jacket and fix your pants, having bothered to never wear a skirt again, not since the… incident.

You splash water on your face with a low groan, slumping over the sink as the bathroom door opens. You don’t look up, you don’t care enough to. It’s probably just some teacher or underclass man that you don’t care about.

But the rumbling chuckle that you hear behind you makes you look up with fear, catching his reflection in the mirror.

Simon’s hand grip your hips faster than you can bolt, bending you over the sink and forcing you to throw your hands up against the mirror with a cry. You struggle in Simon’s grip, but it’s no use, especially when he pins your hands with one of his.

“Must be ma’ lucky day, hm baby… little fawn like you, stumbling into my bathroom? On the day everyone else has off?”

You cry out, struggling more fervently.

“Let me go! Let me go, Simon you’re sick, you’re so fucking sick-”

“Ah-ah-ah…”

He says, chuckling and rolling his hips against you, making you cry out. He had you pressed against the sink, legs around yours and pinning you down, your pants staring against the force and stretch of your body.

“Tha’s a lot of attitude baby… you wanna be punished?”

You sob against the mirror and sink, face still wet from the water. Two more weeks, two more weeks to survive Simon. You had to survive, you had to make it through.

“Stop! Stop you freak, w-why are you even doing this!”

You cry out, trembling beneath him. That makes Simon pause, looking down at you with a frown. You really couldn’t be that daft… could you?

Unless he was the emotionally constipated one that thought that this was flirting.

Simon didn’t have the best examples of love, growing up… his father being the dick that he was and his mother slowly losing herself to depression. So obviously Simon wasn’t going to know exactly what to do… right?

It was no secret that he was attractive. He was an asshole, yeah, and most people hated him. It didn’t change the fact that he was objectively handsome, a few scars here and there, and scrappy golden blonde hair that women wished matched his personality.

And Simon had like you for a long time, no doubt. He swore that at the beginning of the year, you had smiled at him. You were in the tutoring program that he had enrolled in, and fuck you just seemed so different… didn’t glare at him like the rest of them.

Not yet at least.

So he did what he only knew how to do, and led by violence. Knocked down your books ma then knocked down you, and it got to the point where he did have you up against the lockers, flashing your panties to the school. But when he tugged the pink lace up between your ass and you squealed like that? He could see the way that perfect pussy had jumped, leaking onto the fabric like a fountain.

So you had liked it.

And that only motivated him more.

But the thing is, that you just kept running from him. See, Simon was already here for an extra year, and he wasn’t going to waste it. He’d have you by graduation, or he’d track you down until you were his.

He chose the former.

So when he walked into the surely empty bathroom and saw you? It was a chance to claim you in a way he hoped no one had before, and make you his. Finally

“…you really don’t know, baby?” He said gruffly, still grinding up against your pert ass. You could feel it through your leggings, and suddenly you knew a lot more than you wanted to. “Because I need you… a’ haven’t tracked ya’ down all year just to let you go, no baby… gotta take ya nice and hard.”

He shoves you hard as you cry out, but it sounds suspiciously similar to a moan. You can feel him reaching down to you with the elastic of your pants, tugging it slowly.

You whimper, shaking your head.

“d-don’t, Simon don’t-”

Simon clucks his tongue, just tugging them harder until he reveal the soft white lace of your thong. It was the only thing you had to wear, everything else in the wash as you cry out.

“Ye’ say that… yet yer cunt’s soaked baby…”

He’s right. You’re so wet right now that your underwear clings to the outline of your puffy, needy pussy, drenching the fabric. Simon chuckles, reaching a thumb down to toy at your clit, pulling a needy moan from you.

“Tha’s it ye’ slut… there’s almost no one here. Moan for me.”

You don’t want to listen to him, but you can help it. The way his fingers are working, the way he’s teasing you. The way he pulls your thing out of the way to slip a thick finger inside, then two. The way he makes you clench and moan, back bowing against the sink.

“Simon!”

you cry out with pleasure, panting and squirming beneath him. He chuckles and groans, leaving one hand inside of you, pumping steadily, as the other one reaches down to undo his belt. You can see your reflection in the mirror, eyes red and puffy from crying, lips red from biting them, trying to keep back moans. Cheeks flushed with pleasure as the smell of sex coats the air.

Simon makes quick work of his belt and the buttons of his jeans, tugging them down to reveal a pair of black Calvin Klein and a very big, obvious bulge.

You whimper, and his thrusts speed up.

Simon moves his thumb to rub your clit as the coil in your lower belly starts to tighten, and you moan out with whimpery need. You need to come, but you don’t want to. Not on Simon’s hands.

But you can’t really control it, not when he grins and speeds up like the knows what you’re thinking, because he does. Gets you to the edge before slowly pulling his cock out

The sight of it makes you gasp with pleasure, body tightening as your orgasm rolls over you. You don’t moan or squirm or scream, just tense and arch back into Simon with a soft gasp. You come hard around his fingers and he chuckles, letting you slump back against the sink.

And when he takes out his fingers, the head of his fat cock replaces them soon enough.

Your eyes go wide, even as you pant and try to protest, but Simon just cuts you off. Forces his cum slicked fingers into your mouth and down your throat, choking as he forces his heavy, fat tip up into your tight pussy.

You cry out around his fingers, drooling down them and your chin, sobbing harder as you look at yourself in the mirror. You hate that it’s hot, you hate how turned on you get knowing the man that you hate is fucking you in the school bathrooms, your cum coating his fingers.

Simon loves it too.

“Yeah baby? Ya’ see how fuckin’ pretty you look, boutta’ be all dumbed out on ma’ cock? Yeah?”

You can’t stop yourself from nodding, sucking harder at his fingers as he starts to force more of his thick cock into your right channel. The stretch is like nothing you’ve had before, and you’re definitely not a virgin. But no other guy matters, now that you’ve felt this.

Simon groans as he shoves himself all the way in, balls smacking against your clit and already dripping with your slick. He can smell it, your sweet and seedy sex, and he can feel the way you tighten around him.

So he keeps his fingers in your mouth as he pulls back, and starts to fuck your pussy like you’re nothing but a flashlight for him to use.

Your hiccupy moans are all muffled by Simon’s fingers, broken up with each slap of skin against yours and each deep thrust that forces Simon’s thick and ruddy tip up into your cervix. Your tears don’t stop, only increasing with the painful pleasure that digs itself deep into your bones.

It roots itself there like a parasite, feeding off of the depraved pleasure you get from Simon. From your bully fucking you in the bathroom in the middle of the day.

Simon’s thrusts increase in speed, and your moans get higher and louder.

Two weeks till graduation, and Simon’s already completed his goal, already got you right where he wants you, fucking into your tight little pussy as he forces you to watch your cock drunk expression in the mirror. You’re drooling over his fingers, already sucked all of your cum off of them. I guess he’ll just have to add more.

It’s not long before Simon starts to climb to his peak, but he knows he has to get you there first. So he keeps a hand on your hip, moving the sloppy one from your mouth, down to your puffy little clit.

“Yeah baby? Gon’ come again, let me fill up this pretty lil cunt? Yeah?”

You nod weakly, eyes glazed over as he groans and grunts, pace starting to stutter. He speeds up his circles on your clit, body doubling over as he shoves ball deep, coming with a loud groan.

You come too, gasping and panting and whining like a bitch in heat, your overstimulated pussy not only coming, but squirting all over him. Simon’s abs are drenched, along with his jeans around his thighs and your leggings pulled down only to your knees. Not to mention his cock and balls now, too.

Simon groaned and chuckled, panting as he looks down to the mess that you made. He looks up at you through the mirror, your fucked out face starting to return to normal, eyes no longer glazed over as you blink away tears.

Simon leans down, forcing a kiss agaisnt your temple.

“Tha’s it baby… my good slut. We’ll do it again before graduation, a’ promise.”

𐙚‧₊˚📜✩ ₊˚⊹♡𐙚‧₊˚📜✩ ₊˚⊹♡𐙚‧₊˚📜✩ ₊˚⊹♡𐙚‧₊˚

A/N-hoped you liked it! It took a bit of a deranged turn… but it’s fine! My first rec and I think I did good myself, even though I’m sick and already pumped out another fic today!

So I hope you enjoyed!

Luv from Razz ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆

[machveil]

Collective Writings - Simon “Ghost” Riley

Collective Writings navigation page - current tab, tab two

all posts concerning Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley🌸✨ for fics 18+ please read content warnings (CW) - you come first! check the fic before you read it

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon Riley is a hater - reblog + blurb

Simon Riley having cuteness aggression - blurb

Simon Riley - shadow boxing/play wrestling/gentle movements - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley being a menace - headcanon

Retired!TF141 owning dogs - blurb

Simon Riley - coloring his tattoos - Instagram link

Cerberus!Ghost - mini comic

Roommate!Simon Riley - tailing you/light sleeper/laundry/cash - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - plays/volunteers/helps/teary eyed - headcanon

Roommate!Simon Riley becomes your purse - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - hobbies/safety/swaps shoes/trusts his team - headcanon

PlantDad!Simon Riley - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - Pinterest/‘Missus’/tattoo/dog tags - headcanon

BestFriend!Simon Riley - looming/drapes his jacket/stares/sleeps over - headcanon

Simon Riley is just a guy - reblog + blurb

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a beer snob - blurb

CoD Headcanon: Parallel Play - headcanon

Husband!Simon Riley - chapstick/nail polish/go-to order - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley and Roommate!Johnny are a package deal - headcanon

Simon Riley listens to Chapelle Roan - reblog + hashtags

Simon Riley goes shopping with you - headcanon

Write for Simon Riley - mini comic

Simon Riley is low-key a brat - headcanon

Simon Riley plays Minecraft - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley is just a guy - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a man of action - fic

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley has reading glasses - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

Simon Riley can cook - headcanon

TF141 swimming - headcanon

Retired!Simon Riley - opens a butcher/works with Price/works with the local smithy - headcanon

Retired!Simon Riley - popular butcher/talks to locals/works with Retired!TF141 - headcanon

Domestic!Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcanons - headcanon

Simon Riley x Nerd!Reader - headcanon

Dancing in the Rain - headcanon

Kiss it Better - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - civvies/suits/ties/flowers - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - birth year and age - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley watches you read - headcanon

Thigh holster - blurb

Dry Texter - blurb

Vegas Wedding Bells - fic

Your birthday - headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Pokémon Teams - headcanon

Baker!Simon Riley - blurb

CoD Headcanon: Cop a Feel- headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - rugby/baking - headcanon

Ghoap - checking pulses - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley deserves to relax - fic

Simon Riley - skeleton hand top - mini comic

Simon Riley becomes obsessive - fic

Simon Riley owns a fur ball - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley - activities/brave/princess/playground - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley plans daddy-daughter dates - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley - voice messages his daughter - blurb

Simon Riley listens to asmr - blurb + YT videos

Simon Riley’s skin gets stained - blurb

Simon Riley x Reader - Reader picks up Simon’s accent - blurb

Simon Riley x Reader - Simon and Johnny fight over who’s accent is better - headcanon

Simon Riley x Reader - Simon picks up Reader’s accent - blurb

Simon “Ghost” Riley sleeps with you once - reblog + headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley telling jokes - blurb

Simon Riley - face to his chest/playful groping/tickling - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley likes being gently manhandled - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

Simon Riley gets you sushi at 4am - headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Man vs Nature - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley - snotty friend/talking/moderating/having a word - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - giving his child the childhood he never had - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - kid gets into a fight - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - taking photos - reblog + blurb

CoD Men: Associated Songs - blurb

(18+, mdni) Roommate!Simon Riley’s boxers - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

18+ Fics:

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley has reading glasses - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley deserves to relax - fic

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley likes being gently manhandled - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Roommate!Simon Riley’s boxers - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

Fic Recommendations:

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley fics - fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley fics pt 2 - fluff, nsfw below the cut

thanks again to followers and friends for keeping up with my writing! CoD requests are always welcomed, please review this post before requesting🎀✨ giving you guys a big, fat kiss for being wonderful and I hope to see you around - either in my inbox or notifications<3

[presepohne]

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NOTES

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MASTERLISTS

oneshots;

THE SKIN YOU LIVE UNDER ; cheater simon x reader

PEACHES AND WINE ; fuckboy johnny x reader

BUTTERMILK ; single dad simon x reader

FLESHROT ; alpha!butcher simon x reader

TEETH THAT GROWS UNDER OUR RIBS ; ex-husband

COPPER WOUNDS; COTTON STITCHES ; price x stalker!reader x simon

HONEY AND MILK ; fuckboy johnny x reader x fuckboy simom

RUPTURED MYOCARDIUM ; it/it-ing simon x reader

series;

HEARTBREAK LIQUOR ; arranged marriage au | simon ghost riley x oc pamela

THE RED STRING OF FATE ; omegaverse au | alpha!simon ghost riley x omega!reader

RECOMENDATIONS

SOCIALS : AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST

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SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

bodyguard!Ghost x rockstar!reader

⤷ Party Like a Rockstar | the one where you're a rockstar and ghost is your bodyguard ⤷ Sunscreen and Stolen Glances ⑱ | the one where you're a rockstar and you go on vacation with bodyguard!ghost ⤷ Crybaby | the one where you're drunk and bodyguard!ghost has to comfort you ⤷ Pure Filth ⑱ | the one where you're getting ready for your first headlining tour and bodyguard!ghost can't help himself ⤷ Anything but Routine | the one where bodyguard!ghost finally snaps...because of rockstar!keegan ⤷ Club Hopper ⑱ | the one where bodyguard!ghost takes you to the club after a concert

demon!Ghost x broken angel!reader ⑱

⤷ Broken Dove | the one where ghost is a demon and finds a pretty little broken angel ⤷ Captive Dove | the one where demon!ghost's reasons for taking you just keep evolving ⤷ Savior | the one where demon!ghost saves you from an intruder ⤷ Enrichment Time | the one where demon!ghost finally gives you enrichment and things to do outside of the cage ⤷ Feverish | the one where demon!ghost has to take care of angel!reader when they're sick ⤷ Starved | the one where you're hungry and touch starved!demon!ghost feeds you ⤷ Playlist | the one where it's a playlist dedicated to our favorite demon but it's mostly just sleep token songs ⤷ Time Apart | the one where angel!reader and demon!ghost get into their first argument ⤷ Affections | the one where we learn about demon!ghost and his reaction to angel's affection

⤷ One Body, Two Sides ⑱ | the one where simon is sweet, but ghost is a different story ⤷ Dad's Best Friend!Ghost Headcanons ⑱ | another self explanatory and unoriginal title ⤷ More Than Just a Body | the one where simon reminds you that you're worth more than you think ⤷ Wake-up Sex ⑱ | the one where you wake simon up with a blowjob ⤷ Wake-up Sex (pt. 2) ⑱ | the one where simon wakes you up with his cock ⤷ Tantrums | the one where ghost finds it cute when you're angry ⤷ I Know What You're Doing ⑱ | the one where simon calls you on deployment, and he's lonely ⤷ Payment Options ⑱ | the one where you're sleeping with dilf!ghost after babysiting his son ⤷ Spark Up ⑱ | the one where simon gives you backshots while he smokes a cigarette ⤷ Swipe Right (headcanon) ⑱ | the one where you hook up with simon ⤷ Camera Roll | the one where it's what your camera roll looks like dating simon ⤷ Biker Bars | the one where you meet older!divorced!biker!simon ⤷ Qualified ⑱ | the one where odb!ghost is forced to give you a job interview (and hates how qualified you are for the job) ⤷ Chalk and Trainers | the one about gymnasts!ghoap and their pretty little trainer ⤷ Barrack Showers ⑱ | the one where you have to be quiet wihle simon rearranges your guts in the barrack showers ⤷ Club Hopper ⑱ | the one where you love going clubbing and Simon loves watching you dance ⤷ Burning Kingdoms ⑱ | the one where king!simon just wants to marry the pretty little rebel

KÖNIG

⤷ Brother's Best Friend ⑱ | self explanatory and unoriginal title ⤷ Moving Along | the one where after coming home from a mission, König doesn't know that you think he's gone ⤷ Moving Along (pt. II) | the one where you confront König after thinking he'd been KIA on deployment ⤷ Late Night Shower | the one where you walk in on König in the communal showers ⤷ Tutor Me? ⑱ | the one where you desperately ask nerd!könig to tutor you, but it comes at an unknown price

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

⤷ What'dya Just Call Me? ⑱ | the one where you accidentally call Soap daddy ⤷ Pent Up ⑱ | the one where soap gets back from deployment and just needs to be inside of you ⤷ Friends with Benefits...and Then Some ⑱ | the one where soapgaz find the perfect third ⤷ Chalk and Trainers | the one about gymnasts!ghoap and their pretty little trainer

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

⤷ Friends with Benefits...and Then Some ⑱ | the one where soapgaz find the perfect third ⤷ NSFW Alphabet ⑱ | the one where you learn everything about gaz and his nsfw habits ⤷ Rake No More ⑱ | the one where you finally let fratboy!gaz hit it

JOHN PRICE

sugar daddy!Price au

⤷ Pretty Doll ⑱ | the one where sugar daddy!price gets his doll ready for a fancy dinner ⤷ Discipline and Drool ⑱ | the one where sugar daddy!price punishes you for belittling yourself

⤷ Medical Leave ⑱ | the one where john's finally home long enough to get you pregnant

TASKFORCE 141

Knight!141 AU

Introduction to Knight!Soap Introduction to Knight!Ghost Introduction to Knight!Gaz Introduction to Head Knight!Price (coming soon)

Outlaw!141 AU

⤷ Buckle Bunny ⑱ | the one where you're the new pretty little thing at outlaw!141's camp ⤷ Kinky ⑱ | the one where it's all about outlaw!141 and their kinks

⤷ Sweetheart? | reserved!reader gets fed up with an outsider's comments ⤷ Tattoo/Piercing Headcanons | all about 141 and their tattoos/piercings ⤷ Mythology | 141 as unconventional mythological creatures ⤷ Like 'em Bendy ⑱ | 141 and their flexible partners ⤷ Talking You Through It ⑱ | the one about how the CoD men talk you through your orgasms

MOODBOARDS

⤷ Demon!Ghost

[girl-lostconnection]

We are doing slow and steady because it feels right for me but frankly, if someone wants to talk about the au or has any thoughts of their own…hit me up, I’m dying to talk about this thing while it stews

Unsweetened Lemonade AU (part 3)

Warnings: bullying, food as coping mechanism, Punk!Ghost x Nerd!Reader, trauma bonding (in a way ig), harassment

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 4

Being bullied is a lot like constantly being in the spotlight. A bad kind of spotlight, one you never sure how to fully evade.

There are days when you think you mastered it and you can keep going with your life but it’s never lasts long.

People on average are very frustrated with the lack of response they get from you, sometimes it feels like it pushes them to be even harsher on you when you don’t cry.

You don’t understand why — relatives and older cousins often brush it off, advice to just “don’t pay attention to them and it will go away” or “don’t give them a reaction and they will get bored”.

It never works.

The more distant you are — the worse people get, the more vicious and dangerous their attempts to get a rise out of you become.

It hurts and it hurts and it hurts and it hurts.

Gets a little easier when you eat something — anything really, but sugar works the fastest and warm food soothes the best.

You are a big fan of potatoes actually, meals with them always feel a little warmer. A little better.

As if life can be not just tolerable but enjoyable.

The feeling never lasts, because a different one takes its place as soon as you are done with your food.

It opens up abyss in your chest, cold slimy feeling of it spreading under your skin like someone opened a can of worms inside of you and let them roam freely.

It makes you feel stuffed and on the verge of gagging, like you ate too much (you know you ate too much, it always happens, you just can never seem to stop in time — too hungry for comfort, too hungry for happiness, too hungry for love)

You hate this feeling.

You don’t know what it means but its not better than how school makes you shake and makes you feel lightheaded, sounds suddenly too sharp, everything too much, heart pounding like it wants to ram through your ribs.

You are scared and upset and you are so mad it makes you want to scream and rage, so maybe someone finally hears what feels like meltdown you’ve been having inside of your head.

Like screaming in the middle of the room, when you are on entirely different wavelength — people simply do not hear you.

Like the article you read about the whale who vocalised too high for others of his kind to hear — forever silent, forever lonely. The odd one.

Sore thumb of its family.

The thought makes you cry about the damn whale a little more than you should, but maybe that’s these bits of mourning you allow yourself for both of you.

Ghost isn’t sure he understands you for the most part because well…he never really wanted to — opposite sides of the loser spectrum, remember?

But there is something in the way you always brace for impact, in the way you know exactly how to stay under the radar, in the way you never cry in front of anyone no matter how badly it gets.

You start sitting with him during lunch, huddled closer to the wall so your back is covered. Every time you make your way to the spot across from Simon you give him something.

An apple, an orange, energy bar, half bag of candies, sandwich, juice box, a nice pencil (technically not a gift, you were supposed to just lend it to him but it looks like Simon Riley was raised in the damn forest and he doesn’t give it back. Should’ve known better)

And at this point it all feels a lot less like charity and a lot more like a bribe? An offering? (Can he consider himself a very vengeful god? Or a very moody spirit? Or (ha-ha) a really unpredictable ghost whose pill you sweeten up every time so he swallows it without chomping your bloody hand off).

Simon isn’t sure what to make of it.

Ghost just takes it, always stuffing it in his backpack quickly, like part of him expects you to snatch it away and laugh in his face. (Nice things aren’t for him but you keep bringing him stuff and he’s never gonna say no to free food or something nice. It’s his now, you already gave it to him and he almost gobbled it down, hiding it in his cheek like a chipmunk)

Realistically it’s not that anyone could laugh in his face and walk away unscathed because perpetually brooding and always ready to bite Ghost never pulls his punches. But still.

“What if”, you know?

Ghost doesn’t talk to you because he doesn’t know how to. What would you two even talk about?

But he makes one unfortunate comment about your appearances and gets a glare so scorching it makes fine hairs at the nape of his neck raise in something very akin to trepidation.

You hiss that it’s rich coming from him and his fucked up mug and suddenly Simon can’t help but snort, sound shocking both him and you — his cheekbones flashing red as he turns away.

A bone-deep part of him likes to see you flare up, likes to see the lights turn on in the haunted house you call your head.

He likes to see you biting, something in him finally content to hear the imaginary growl of your wounded animal.

This type of pain he understands. This is the anger he gets well.

His cup of tea, that’s for sure.

Ghost sits with you during lunches and other than that your paths don’t cross because well…why would they? You are not friends and he’s not your bloody knight in shining armour.

But there is a slight change, almost unnoticeable— like torturously slow shift of tectonic plates, like watching a pine tree grow, like cracks in years-old iceberg.

Ghost doesn’t seek you out but he notices ones that a different bully now (the first one is still nursing fractured nose, he hopes, fucking wanker) causes you trouble in the library — stands too close, lets his hands wander too loosely, offers to go “someplace quiet”.

Simon feels like a bucket of ice was just dumped on him.

Ghost cracks his neck and slings backpack over the shoulder, striding in the library like he’s one ominous icebreaker. Would suit him well, he’s used to ramming through problems with nothing but his body.

Ghost growls that library IS quiet and that the damn rubbish of a person should fuck off right now if they don’t want to know how it feels to have a broken nose.

Like the one their friends has, happy coincidence, eh? Surely that’s something they can have a little chat about.

Ghost drawls “chat” like it’s an insult and barely holds back the urge to snap his jaws in the face of the person who harassed you in the broad bloody daylight.

Simon herds you away deeper in the library, eyes scanning the space, finding a table in the corner and he just jerks his head — there. If you feel like reading your bloody books in a public space guess he will need to sit himself down too.

After all, your offerings?bribes?gifts? shouldn’t be in vain. Ghost despises charity and doesn’t need anyone’s fucking pity, much less yours.

But if it can be mutually beneficial arrangement…well, surely you can bring him two apples instead of one.

You look at him a little too long for his comfort but you frankly do not give a toss right this second. It’s absolutely insane and you never would have thought that in the past but you are actually relieved to see him.

Everyone knows that Simon “Ghost” Riley is aggressive cunt with chip on his shoulder and heavy paw of a hand.

But maybe it’s a good thing if you want people to leave you alone.

Maybe it’s a good thing that you don’t extend your hand and he doesn’t bite.

Maybe it’s a good thing that you stay silent — he guards your back while you do homework, you bring him food and don’t stare when he practically inhales it — his hunger palpable and dripping from the tips of his overbite.

You know the desperate raw intensity that makes people like you two crave the most basic of comforts.

Anything to fill the slimy void in your chest and his belly.

You find that you don’t mind. You aren’t sure if you care either (but something inside you clenches when he breathes out in relief and gobbles up container of baked potatoes you sneak in for him).

Simon isn’t sure how to feel about it either. It’s nice and he doesn’t do nice.

But maybe there can be some exceptions. Small ones. Nothing too big, yeah? You are not friends after all.

And he’s not your bloody knight in shining armour

Taglist: @figthoughts @pastelbabygirl19 @haven-1307 @viennakarma @itsmadamehydra

[thetravelingtyper]

On The Same Page pt3 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Bookshop! AU)

When Johnny drops in, you get an unexpected guest...

Part 2, Part 4, Masterlist

“You know what's coming on that playlist”

You look up from your breakfast,

“What do you mean…”

The song comes after David Bowies Magic Dance,

You groan as it plays:

Flicking through a little book of sex tips

Remember when the boys were all electric?

Now when she's told she's gonna get it

I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it

Clinging 'til I'm getting sentimental

Said she wasn't going but she went still

Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle

Was it a Mecca Dauber or a betting pencil?

“I swear this song.”

“You might as well let it play out, does it remind you of…”

“If you say his name I will personally shove my fist up your ass so far…”

The door dinging cuts you off as Soap enters carrying a Tupperware container, now clean and empty of your cookies. You had started a habit of baking for the man during afternoon tea.  

The song continues dutifully under your negligence:

Oh, the boy's a slag, the best you ever had

The best you ever had is just a memory and those dreams

Weren't as daft as they seem, not as daft as they seemed

My love, when you dream them up

“ I swear to god, Sam you have my phone change the damn song!”

“Having trouble lass?” 

Soap reaches the counter and sets the container down, the music pauses for a moment as Sam thinks somewhere amongst the books, you hear his thoughts:

“Do not test me, Sammy!” You sigh before American Idiot by Green Day kicks. Thoroughly pleased you finally turn your attention to Soap.

“Heya Johnny, What are you up to?”

He grins and pulls a small object from his pocket, a flash of silver before handing it out to you. You take it and your face lights up.

“This is sick!”

You’re reverberating with excitement as in your hands is a bookmark. Not just any bookmark but a pewter bookmark with the stamping of an old English knight. It tickles your inner literature nerd. You look back up at Soap and he rubs the back of his head.

“Some customer left it at the bar a while ago and never came back for it so I figured you’d like it.”

He seems a little flustered and the motion makes your heart warm a little bit. You set the bookmark down and pass around the counter to hug him. His arms reach around you and he pats your back. A second passes and you suddenly feel a presence, you pull away and jump. 

“Johnny”

“Steaming Jesus” 

You weren't the only one startled as the man stood a little straighter at the voice instinctively. 

He turns to the culprit, the man in black from earlier, whose dark eyes look between you and the Scot before looking down to Johnny.

“Bloody hell Ghost, might give a man a heart attack doin’ that. What are you doing here?” 

You watch in curiosity as ‘ghost’s’ shoulders relax his eyes soften a little in a comfortable setting, It is clear the men are close as you watch a grin light up Soap’s. He waits a moment before answering in a thickly accented voice.

“Moved in recently down the street.” He offers little more,

“Aye we’re all neighbors then Lt.” Soap bumps a fist into the taller man’s chest and you want to giggle. Soap looks to you then and mentions to Ghost with his hands.

“This is, well was, my commanding officer when I served.” 

You remember the non-classified moments soap told you, of a wraith of a man behind a skull. You examine the man before you. 

He is built like a tank, you imagine him in combat gear and yeah you can see it. But there is something different about the man before you. Looking closer at his masked face you can see the traces of scars, along his arms as well, but this Ghost carried himself more freely, and like Soap you wondered if he was retired. 

Ghost’s eye meets yours and you are flashed back to your dream. He regards you calmly before raising an ungloved hand. You blink and Soap himself seems a little taken aback,

“Simon, Simon Riley” He offers it simply and you take his hand. It's rough like Soap’s, but warm, and his eyes crinkle a little, he might be smiling under his mask.

“It means he…”

“That’ll do Johnny.”

The scot’s hands come up in surrender with a grin. Simon holds your hand for a moment longer before drawing his back to himself. You both watch each other for a moment before you turn away to Soap.

“Did you need anything else Soap?”

“No hen, you're fine, I need to get back to the bar. Drop in sometime yea Lt?”

“Sure, Johnny.”

And with that the man turns to leave, padding out before opening the door. You look back to find Simon unmoved and watching you. You are about to speak when the music pauses and you hear the blasted phone ring.

Sam comes around the corner and stops seeing you and Simon standing closer together.

“He’s calling again. How do you want to handle this?”

You clench your fists instinctively in frustration. You turn to Simon, and with a polite excuse me, you turn and take your phone from Sam. For the first time, you answer it.

There is silence on the line as if your ex is surprised his spam tact worked. Then his voice comes:

“Where are you?” You are seething at this point, but force yourself to calm down when Sam approaches and sets a hand on your shoulder shaking his head no. It's not worth it.

You look back to him nodding, I know.

“It doesn't matter James, leave me alone.”

“Listen I'm sorry…”

“I don’t care, stop calling from other numbers. We are over, we’ve been over.”

James on the other end hits a spike of temper. Because when he replies it is heated:

“Listen you little bitch…” You cringe and hold his yelling on the phone away from your ear. Sam offers to take it but you shake your head.

“He always accused me of cheating on him with you I don't want you to be dragged into this.”

The yelling continues for a moment and you pass a glance at Simon in apology but you find him tense, clearly listening and upset at the threats coming from the other end of the phone.

“I will track you down…”  These words catch all of your eyes. A sense of dread hits you and hang up, unable to take any more abuse. You sigh, trying to release tension but your phone starts ringing again. 

“Let me answer it.” The request is quiet but stern, your eyes widen and you look to Simon, his mask! At the moment of the ring, the man had taken off his mask revealing a young but chiseled face. He was clean-shaven, with short blonde hair swept back. He had a scar tracing from the side of his nose and over his lip. But he was quite handsome. In a bit of shock, you hand him your phone and he answers to hear yelling. But he remains quiet, waiting for James to shut up. A minute later when the phone goes quiet. 

His voice changes, taking on a practiced authority, one you assumed came from his serving days.

“Stop calling this number.”  It's not a request but a warning. There is silence as you and Sam look at each other, a chill running down your spine at Simon’s voice.

“Who is this? Where is she…”

“Not coming to the phone anymore, stop calling this number or there will be consequences.”

There is a tensioning silence before in a slightly different voice James asks,

“Who is this?”

Simon’s eyebrow shoots up, and he, he…almost looks amused.

“Her Partner now fuck off.” And with that bold declaration, Simon hangs up, an upturned smirk as he hands your phone back to you. It doesn't ring again. 

Your mouth is agape taking the phone from him, you look to Sam but he's too busy admiring Simon, an eyebrow shoots way up. 

“That was ballsy.” Your head shoots to him and you elbow your best friend.

“What he means to say is that you didn't have to do that.” Gratitude and an embarrassed admiration swells in you.

“I wanted to.” The confidence is evident in Simon’s reply as his eyes flicked between you and Sam. 

“Oh! This is Sam, co-owner of this fine establishment and my best friend.” The two men shake hands briefly. Sam looks very pleased, sending you a secret look before he turns to head to the back. 

“I need to get back to orders, you two have fun!” And with that, you are alone with your savior.

“You didn't need to do that-”

“He was threatening you, I won't let that stand dove.” It comes out strong and a light blush trails up your face. He regards you silently.

“Can I do anything for you, Simon? I appreciated that.”

“Tea sometimes and perhaps dinner.” He states it simply but the implications have your heart jumping.

“Sure…of course, did you need anything in the store I know you came in and looked around.” 

“I set aside a hold a few days ago,”

Simon Riley, S.R. The thought clicks at the moment and you move to the counter and set aside your empty plate to pull out Twenty Thousand Leagues from the stack. The gilding gleams in the warm lights of the bookstore. Simon follows you to the counter.

“How often have you been in? Usually, only regulars know about the hold policy.”

Simon looks down at you before he answers,

“The past month so far.”

The past month? How the hell did I not take note of him? Well, I guess you subconsciously did. Hince him appearing in your dream.

“Huh. Good choice in Verne. He’s one of my favorites.”

“I know.” The simple answer stuns you for a moment before he explains,

“You read a lot.” He mentions to the side of the counter where a worn paperback of Journey to the Center of the Earth sits, halfway read. You look back at him and his eyes catch yours, and then you understand, biting your lip. 

He’s been observing. How hadn't you noticed? Simon shifts his weight watching the gears in your head turn. You don't seem too distressed to have figured him out. The truth of the matter was he had wandered in while looking for Johnny’s place, wanting to drop in since he had moved into the city. After some time in a smaller town, he felt comfortable enough to stand the noise of London proper. So walking down the street he caught the sound of chattering and music earlier in the morning on a fine clear day. 

Gathered around what seemed to be a small shop was a crowd of people eagerly waiting for entrance into the Fox’s Den Bookstore. The collection of people was of a mixed age. Simon noticed a few parents with young children, an older couple, and the rest around early to mid-20s. He looked down at his watch, he had some time, and a light-set curiosity built so he joined the edge of the crowd. He caught some chatter here and there:

“It's Tuesday! You know what that means!” A little girl, looking to be around 8 looked up at her mother and tugged her hand. 

The mom smiled down and nodded, and a student next to them knelt and smiled at the girl. 

“Blueberry muffins today right?”

The child nodded back excitedly and Simon’s battered heart stirred. 

It was a few minutes later but at the ding of the bell, the door finally opened revealing a tall man, who he knew now to be Sam. 

“Come on in everyone! Everything is set up in the back for today's book club! Thanks for coming!” Sam’s eyes scanned the crowd before clocking Simon in the back. With his height, tattoos, and scars he must have looked out of place. Simon hesitated as Sam observed him. The commanding presence of Ghost was still within him, but after a few years of being out of the force he had calmed and gotten used to life in a smaller town. Sometimes, however, when the beasts of his past reared up in his head, Simon felt disassociated and alone, like an outsider.

But Sam only watched and then smiled. 

“Head on in big guy, grab a muffin, they're homemade,” Sam eyes his height, “well perhaps two.”

Simon nods. The man is American he thinks, Sam’s accent standing out. As he enters the bookstore he is met with an open area flanked by a wall on the left, a counter straight ahead guarding a door, then an expanse of bookshelves. 

“Just head straight in and take a right at the counter, there is a path between the shelves to the sitting area. Just mind your step please.” And with that Sam shuts the door and enters behind Simon, going around and taking place at the counter. 

Simon follows the directions, stepping past haphazard piles of books arranged in every sort of way. He seels a stack of all E titles, all aquamarine, then another of leather-bound tomes. His footsteps are muffled by a slightly tattered runner rug, he looks up to find the ceiling painted. A vision of heaven looks back but instead of angels, foxes run amongst the clouds. The art, obviously done with love raises an eyebrow but amuses Simon nonetheless. He moves along and finally makes it to the back of the store and there he finds you. 

Everyone is sitting in a collection of chairs, stools, and even on the floor. The little girl from earlier sits entranced as you finish reading a children's book. Upon finishing she takes the book excitedly.

“You mean I can keep it!” She looks at you with puppy eyes and you laugh, a sound that is music to Simon's ears. 

“Well considering I wrote the book, yes you can!” 

The little girl is ecstatic and runs back to her mother who gives you a gracious smile. Your eyes catch Simon and you smile at him. He freezes and you point to the table set up with your homemade muffins. 

“Well, what are you waiting for? Grab a muffin and join in!” He obediently does as he is told and one of the other children pats the spot next to them.

“You can sit here sir!” 

Simon sits and so progresses book club, Simon’s heart-warming as you proceed to read. Every once in a while a patron calls your name (Simon takes note) and they ask a question which you answer. Meanwhile, Simon lowers his mask to take a bit of one (of the 3 muffins) he took. Upon the piece hitting his tongue he is transported back to brighter times.

Back in a small town in France, between deployments when he was just a tourist, he had stumbled upon a small family bakery. When he entered, the small wife of the baker ushered the large man to a small table. The following onslaught of pastries changed Simon on a fundamental level. After leaving the force, he took up baking trying to emulate the tastes he found. Safe to say he loved the muffins and unashamedly finished the 3 in front of him within a few minutes. 

And there he was in the middle of a random book club. He found a comfortable space and taking another look at you, he would be back.

Simon shakes off the memory as you bag the book, he passes you payment and you hand it and the bag back to him. He checks his watch and mentions to the door.

“I have to go.”

You frown and his lips turn downward. You quickly react under the counter and scribble your phone number on a post-it note before passing it to him.

“Any friend of Johnnys is a friend of mine! Besides, next time you come I owe you tea. Maybe then we can have a proper sit-down and chat!” His hand brushes yours as he takes it and a tingle goes up your spine as his umber eyes meet yours.

He waits a moment, pulls his mask back on then turns around with a quiet goodbye, and a moment later he's gone. 

You spend a moment watching his form disappear into the crowd. Sam takes the time to return from lurking in the back. 

“Spooky huh?” 

“I don’t think so, he's just quiet.”

You reply and your phone buzzes. Sitting under a notification from your mom is a little message of a skull. You smile and set your phone aside, hopeful for Simon’s return. 

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Have I ever mentioned I’m a Greek mythology nerd? If not… here’s a good time to drop that. This is HEAVILY Orpheus and Eurydice inspired!!

This is just a little writing EXERCISE, I know it’s not good :) I will be posting an actual writing thing on WEDNESDAY!!

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader

He Doesn’t Look Back

You’d follow your lieutenant through fire if he asked you to. And he never did ask, but you still did it. Bullets pinging at your feet, all you can do is grip your gun and keep your eyes trained on his back.

Ghost doesn’t look back.

Hesitating for even a second would get you both killed, and he knows it. Glancing back at you, even just to confirm you’re alive and following, would end with a bullet in his head too.

It’s not far from cover, a building you two can duck into to reload and go back at it. Call Price for an evac, inform him the mission went sideways.

Damn intel leaks.

This was your mission, technically. You were sent out alone, collecting information on a mobster from afar. It was simple, safe.

Until the Task Force servers were hacked and your mission was leaked.

Being disconnected from the team unless you called them left you unable to know what happened. When the mobster suddenly went into hiding, you searched the city high and low, trying to figure out what had triggered it.

Ghost was the one to come into the city to tell you, to save your ass. And now he’s the one helping you get out, helping you live, continuously saving your ass.

Despite what everyone says, Ghost is hardly callous or emotionless. If you chose, you’d liken him to a tragedy. For all intents and purposes, he’s the makings of a hero: strong and brave, loyal enough to dive into hell to save you. But he’s got the air of a dead man walking, someone who has so many ghosts that they’ll drag him down. Ironic, considering his Callsign.

You let out a muffled curse as a bullet zings past you, barely missing. Ghost doesn’t turn, too busy dodging his own bullets.

There’s just a few more paces, then you’ll be in the safety of cover. This is the last time you’re letting Price put you on undercover work, you swear. Soap will probably tease you for days for needing Ghost to come rescue you.

Your hands tighten on your gun instinctively, glancing over as you catch a glimpse of fabric. Honestly, you’re not sure you’ve been in a worse situation. At least in other times you had all of 141 to back you.

Finally, Ghost ducks into the doorway of the abandoned house, looking back at you before he’s even fully in. You can see his eyes through the mask, relief clear as he reaches back to haul you through with him.

You lower your gun, stretching to grab his arm, eyes only on him and the prospect of safety.

Neither of you ever sees the grenade.

It flings you back, the ground seeming to erupt beneath your feet as you fly. You slam against someone’s abandoned car, scrabbling for purchase as you’re sent tumbling across its hood. Glass tears through your sleeves and gloves, piercing through to your skin.

Ghost shouts your Callsign, but you can’t even hear it past the ringing in your ears. Like everything is muffled, you can barely get yourself to focus on pushing yourself to a sitting position.

Pain shoots through your body, but you ignore it. You have to get up, you have to get to Ghost, you have to fucking live.

You look up, right into the barrel of a gun.

A man you’ve never seen before stares down at you, sneering. As you watch, his hand tightens around the grip.

Ghost is nowhere in sight. He came back for you, but at what cost? He looked back to help you, to make sure you were still alive, and you were a fool for dropping your gun to reach for him.

The man above you squeezes the trigger.

Ghost’s name is the last thing on your lips.