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Hi! Hope your doing fine today :))

Hi bae!! I‘m doing good! I hope you’re doing fine aswell🫶🏻 Thank you for asking🩷

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Billie‘s new album had no right to make me cry this much

I miss my ex

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This biker is literally Simon Riley coded omg and I‘m not able to shut up about it

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sitting between simon's muscular, thick thighs and sucking him off, the movements of your mouth and soft, sticky hands are slow and lazy, his head rolled back with stiffled, whiny moans slipping past his thin lips into thick air of living room.

his heavy hand rests on the back of your head and switches between squeezing the strands of your hair to stroking from the back of your head down to your neck, allowing you to do everything you please with the hot weight of his lengthy cock on your tongue.

you take your time and fun, listening to his breathy growls and gasps when your silky palms stroke against the length of his sticky cock, pink tongue lolling out with saliva leaking past your mouth and to his already glistening with milky precum tip.

you mouth on him, teasing his slit and moving towards the underside, sucking on his bulging veins and catching the occasional dripping drops of his precum, rising back up to the angrily reddened tip, sucking it in your hot, slippery mouth, and simon immediately jerks and wiggles his hips against the soft cushions.

he's a mess, slurring some incoherent pleas of — “plea — pleaseplease, bloody hell 's good, too good„ when you move further, head bobbing under his slowly sweating palm as your cheeks hollow, inching to take him deeper with a stretch in your pretty jaw, but before his throbbing cock can touch the back of your throat, simon spurts lots of thick cum into your mouth with pitched howls.

so you continue sucking simon off slowly, creating a milky mess of his cock and clean clothes until he's arching and bucking from light overstimulation, but his slowly caressing your head hand never tries to press you further or pull you back roughly, only his warmly brown gaze looking at you through fluttering, half lidded eyes, drunken smile on his chapped lips.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN- sorry, what do you meeean Simon literally cannot utter the words I love you?

I mean, yeah he can. But it felt empty.

So he normally did it through actions, helping you carry things, morning coffee, buying a dvd version of that movie you liked to have backup ‘just in case’

He shows it through touches, kisses on the nape of the neck on sleepy mornings, trapping you like a oversized dog in your own bed (didn’t hear that from me)

“You’re late.”

“Im so sorry sir, my dog-“

“I thought you were allergic?”

He likes this. He thought it was right. He never thought that you needed to hear the words.

“Do you love me?”

Screaming silence all expect for the car radio that hummed through the air, your eyes glassy and mascara threatening to run.

“Simon, please-“

“I…give me a minute.”

He tried to pretend he didn’t hear you muffle back a cry- it was stupid, you had both gone to Kyle’s engagement party and the couple had been showering each other with compliments and ‘I love yous ‘ as if they weren’t the most sacred saying. It got to you.

“I…started using that scar ointment ya got me, to-to help ‘em fade, still stinks though. I, um, I wash my clothes with the lavender scent things you like because I like the way you smell- it-it makes me feel like I’m home- I…fuck- okay, I wake up a lil later when you’re over because you like cuddling and I would rather be with you than outside in the rain- I try to make sure your favorite creamer is always full in the fridge so ya don’t wanna leave me in the mornin to get coffee an there-there is no one I would rather be with and I’m sorry I can-Im sorry that im the way that I am and I’m sorry in not good enough-“

“Simon.” You cut him off, the red light he had stopped at green by now but it was so late in the night no one was there, tears streaked your face and his eyes were wide as a deers, “I love you too.”

(Anyway….thats all! <33)

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chapter 2: Lay down with me

⭒❃.✮:▹ a Simon Riley series 　　◃:✮.❃⭒

- series masterlist

Two weeks went by real fast. In those two weeks you kept thinking about this stranger. You thought about Simon and something about him made you wake up interest in him. Whatever it is, that us making you be so interested in him, it has to mean something. Because you never really were immediately interested in someone. Especially if you don’t know anything about this person.

As you‘re waiting for him to appear, you think about what to do if he comes. Some part of you is convinced that he is not actually going to appear. Maybe he just said it and laughed afterwards. What if he actu-

"Hey! You really came." you hear the so familiar voice behind you. He really did appear. But as you turn to look at him, you can see that he kind of struggles to walk. Did something happen to him?

"Hey! Well you really held onto your word." you laugh "Why are you walking so strange? Are you okay?" you ask him, the worry clear in your voice.

"Yeah. Tough mission. Got shot but nothing I can’t handle." wait… so he got shot. And instead of resting, he came to see you? This strange man just raised your standard bar.

"Then you should lay down next to me. If you‘re injured then why did you come? what if something happens? Pull your stitches open?"

Simon doesn‘t answer at first. He stands next to you and slowly lowers himself down until he is sitting on his but. "Well… I wanted to see you. And I couldn’t find your social media accounts which means I couldn’t let you know." he lays down, resting his arms behind his head.

"That‘s tough…“ you whisper just so your ears could heat it. The dense forest enveloped you both. The air was clear with the earthy scent and the symphony of rustling leaves.

Simon's voice broke the long silence. "You ever wonder what it's all for?"

You turned to him, his gaze thoughtful as he stared up at the shifting foliage. "All what?"

"Life. Our purpose in this cruel world," he murmured, his words carrying the weight of his feelings. Feelings he never got to talk about. Until he met this stranger. This stranger being you. He feels like he can finally open up a bit. It feels like the wall he built up over the years are starting to fall apart and reveal himself.

You pondered his question, your thoughts intertwining with the whispering leaves above. "Sometimes... I think we're meant to find meaning in the little moments, the ones that make us feel alive."

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Like this. Just being here, sharing this moment."

"Aren‘t you scared that one day you’re going to get disappointed? In the process of trying to feel alive? What if you get hurt again?" he asks. But it’s not him actually asking this question. It’s the little Simon inside of him. The little curious Simon who is tired of seeing his parents fight. The little Simon that just wants life to give him a break. Isn’t he allowed to be like every other kid? happy?

"If you get disappointed again…" you start your sentence "Then you have to get up and try again. You cannot just sit down and never get up again just because you got hurt again. Life is about getting hurt and finding happiness. In order to find happiness, you need to get hurt." Simon doesn’t understand. How can you say all of that? Especially because life hasn’t treated you well either.

"This cannot be true" he tells you.

Suddenly an idea pops into your head. You rose from your spot, a sudden urge pulling you toward the nearby stream.

"Come on, Simon," you beckoned, extending your hand to him. "Let’s feel alive."

He hesitated for a moment before accepting your hand, rising gracefully to his feet. As you reached the water's edge, you kicked off your shoes, the chill of the clear water sending shivers down your spine. Simon followed close by, his presence beside you grounding and reassuring.

The stream whispered secrets as it flowed, the sun-kissed ripples casting dancing patterns on the rocky bed. You waded in deeper, the water swirling around your ankles, refreshing and invigorating.

Simon watched you with a soft smile, the lines of worry easing from his brow as he surrendered to the simple joy of the moment. With a playful gleam in your eye, you splashed him, laughter bubbling up between you like the stream's gentle current.

"This is what feeling alive feels like. It’s cold at first but as time passes, you get used to it and everything starts to feel warm again. You feel alive." you tell him as you look him deep in the eye.

There is a silence between the two of you. A long but not an awkward silence. You don’t recall how this happened but somehow both of your lips met midway. A kiss was exchanged. Not just a normal and boring kiss. This Kiss was passionate. It felt deep, as if both of your souls are talking, trying to give both of you signs. This kiss feels so alive…

"Is this what you meant? Is this how being alive feels like?" Simon asks you with curiosity filled in his voice.

"Exactly." you whisper loud enough for him to hear.

In the quiet embrace of the forest, time seemed to stand still, the world narrowing down to just the two of you and the whispered nothings that hung in the air. With a gentle tug, Simon drew you closer, his lips seeking yours once more in a tender kiss that wanted to feel the same feeling again. and again. and again.

After a long time of kissing and being so close to each other, you gave your number to Simon and demanded that he calls you after he gets home. And he did.

unknown number

>hey, Simon here. Got home.

Y/N

>puh. For a second I thought I have to come and rescue you.

Simon

>Protective much?

Y/N

>you know it.

You couldn’t help bit giggle as you guys started to talk a little bit more about stupid things.

Oh if only your dad could see him. He would be so happy for you…

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girl he definitely is🙏😭 also those headphones look so silly

🎀he‘s a baddie, he knows he is a 10🎀

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🎀he‘s a baddie, he knows he is a 10🎀

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I think it’s so funny that I write my best fanfic when I‘m literally in the bathroom.

#girlboss

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stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women

"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!

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not my close friend talking to my ex situationship. This man broke me, literally 🙏🙏

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‿︵‿︵ʚɞ ♡ ʚɞ‿︵‿︵

How your camera roll would look like dating Simon Riley 🎀

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Howdy! 🤠 Hope you’re doing well : ) Do you still write for the other characters (other then the ones from CoD)? If yes, can we also request fanfics about them?

Love You and Take Care.

-🧚🏻‍♀️ (so you know whenever I ask something HaHa)

Heyyy!!!

First of all, thank you for asking! I‘m doing alright. Just been busy with school and stuff :( Didn’t really have the time to write as much as I planned to do. I hope you’re also doing alright 😾🫶🏻

To your question, Yes, I still write for the other characters from the other fandoms too! I actually planned on writing for Leon Kennedy a lot more because I missed writing about my hubby😞😞 But I want to finish writing the series I started (the simon riley one) and finish writing the 2 requests about my man simon. 😋

But you can always send me requests to any character tho😚😚 I‘d be more than happy to write about them.

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chapter 1 ~tɦe ɾiνeɾ wɦeɾe we ɱet

⭒❃.✮:▹ a Simon Riley series 　　◃:✮.❃⭒

- series masterlist

It had been a very stressful day for you. Your day didn’t go as you planned. Rude customers, your chef wasn’t in a good mood and the fact that you’re understaffed makes it even worse. Working overtime, even when you’re sick.

And the only time you let yourself and your mind get a little peace is when you go to the lake deep in the dark woods. You were convinced that nobody knew this place. I mean a normal person with a healthy mind would never even think about going through the dark forest just to chill near the river.

It’s beautiful. The only sound you hear is the water running by and the birds singing in the wind. It’s 7pm and the sun begins to melt. It couldn’t be more beautiful. You’re mind is finally shutting down and giving you peace for just a few hours before you enter the overwhelming and crazy world again. It’s just you and the nature for now.

You discovered this place when you were a wild teenager 10 years ago. After a fight with your parents you just ran. Ran deep in the woods and hoping that the nature would swallow you alive. But instead you were greeted with peace. A natural stress reliever. Since then it’s always been your comfort place. Nobody knew this place, not even your friends. This is the only you zone.

It was overwhelming again and you needed to escape. So you did what you did best. Grab a book and just go to your comfort zone. But as soon as you arrived, you were greeted with someone.

This someone was sitting, with their cap on, not facing you. This person was huge, probably all muscles. Sitting near the river and swinging with a stick in the water while humming a song. A song that you knew aswell.

"different by avenoir?" you curiously ask but instead with a normal reaction, this person threw the stick at you and immediately got up.

"Fucking hell…" you wince in pain as you crouch down a little. Whatever this man’s job is… it’s definitely not a normal one. A normal human cannot cause this kind of pain by just throwing a stick.

"Bloody hell… You scared the shit out of me." This someone says with a deep voice. This someone was a man who was covering this face.

"You trying to kill me? In my spot?" you whisper and it’s crystal clear that you’re still in pain. Not even period cramps are this bad. From this moment on, you‘re never going to complain about them ever again. Actually you’re going to apologize for ever complaining about them. "Your spot? Excuse me? Does your name stand here somewhere?" he says with humor in his voice. You stand up straight again and look him dead in this man‘s honey brown eyes. It’s the only thing you can see. Even his hands are covered in gloves.

"No but it’s always been me here. And I‘m guessing today is my last day being alive. Because you look like you‘re about to murder someone and this someone might be me. You got the power too, soooo…" you tell this man and all he does is looking at you like you just told him a super undercover government secret.

"What? Why would I murder you. I‘m just here to clear my head." this man says and by the way his eyes moved, you can tell this man doesn’t know how to behave or what to say. He is just as confused as you are.

"So why the mask then? Especially the gloves. You expect me to believe you? At least let me listen to the water running a marathon before I die" you tell him your last wish.

"What? Water running a marathon? You confuse me more than any mission instruction I ever got. Can’t you communicate like a normal person??" This strange man asks you and you just turn away from him. "Yes, the water is running a marathon. And yes, I can communicate like a normal person. How else would I be able to talk to you, strange murderer. Tell me, do you always talk this much before you kill your victim?" as you end your sent you gain a sigh out of this huge man. You just know that he is on the verge of tears because of you.

"Oh my god. I am not a murderer. If it calms you down, I work in the military. Task Force 141, if it helps you sleep better at night." he says and he isn’t quite sure why he did that. He never talks about his work. He isn’t quite sure why he said that just to calm you down. A total stranger.

"Yes and I work for the Nasa. That’s exactly what a murderer would say." you mess with him. Something inside of you is telling you that this man needs as much help as you do. And he definitely doesn’t give off murderer vibes. He looks like he could kill someone. Maybe he did… who knows.

"I‘m serious. Look." he takes out a batch out of his pocket and shows you his proof. And indeed, he holds the Lieutenant rank in the Military for the Task Force 141.

You grew up hating the military because it took away your father. The loss of your father, KIA in a mission, caused you loose both your parents. Your mother was just… mentally not there. She always told you how sorry she is for not being able to look after you just like she used to do. And you don’t blame her. She lost the only person that saw her in every way possible.

"Another one of you. Time to mention that I despise you military guys" you said out of anger. You know that the military is just here to protect the country. And you used to adore them for their bravery. But ever since your dad got taken away… you just felt hate. Hate towards the people who took him from you, hate against the world, hate for him and basically anything that involves violence.

"Huh? Why?" This man says with actual interest. He wants to know why you hate the military. Everyone praises them for their service and for the first time in a long time he hears this.

"None of your business stranger." your voice turned cold towards him. You always hoped to find it inside you to forgive the world and the people in it for taking away your hero. Your father. But as each day passes, the hate only grows. It makes you miss all the screaming matches you shared with your father.

"Simon. My name’s simon riley. Everyone in base calls me ghost." Simon starts. He kinda feels like your hate towards the military is because something happened in your life. And he is totally right.

"Okay, Simon. I‘m Y/N. Y/N L/N." you tell him too.

"wait… you’re the daughter of f/n?" he asks you with genuine interest in his voice. You turn to look at him. "You know him?" you ask him. "The man that walked into a burning building just to save the people inside? How does someone not know him? Our captain talks about him sometimes… is he the reason why you hate the military?" Simon is shocked about his sudden behavior. Why does he care? Why does he keep talking to this woman he just met. What if it’s a trap? What if-

"Yeah. You can say that… You must be old old if you know him" you joke. It’s been 24 years since you lost your dad. You were 5, waiting for him to return, but he never did…

"Nah. I‘m 37. But I heard of him from the news." when I was also about to join , is what he wanted to add. You would have guessed him younger than he actually is. 37, you think. He is pushing his 40s. And you’re 29.. But why do you even cate about the age difference? It’s not like you’re ever gonna see hin again, right?

wrong.

"So… why are you here?" he asks just to cut the uncomfortable silence between the two of you. "Trying to get my mind off of some things. Why are you here? And why have I never seen you here before?" you ask him. It’s a strange thing that you have never seen him before.

"Well, I was just walking around and saw this beautiful place. Thought I‘d stop by. And now I‘m here." he answers your question. You look at him for a moment and then turn back to watch yourself on the surface of the water running by. "Are you always here?" he asks. He wants to know if he’s ever going to see you again. Because something inside of him tells him that he needs to get to know you better.

"Yeah, most of the time." you don’t look up at him as you answer his question. But Simon gets an idea. It’s going to cause for him to get out of his comfort zone. He doesn’t even know why he wants to keep talking to you. I mean, he just met you. But it feels like his heart is telling him to keep talking to you. His heart tells him to get to know you better. "Why don’t we meet again in two weeks, the same time and same day?" he suddenly said and he can feel his face burning under his mask. He starts feeling stuff he never felt before. This feels so strange for him.

"Why two weeks?" you ask him and finally look at his face again. For a moment, Simon forgot how to talk again. He felt like he lost his ability to talk again. You shake your head and wait for an answer, causing him to gain the ability to talk again.

"Deployment. I‘m not here in England for two weeks"

"okay. See you in two weeks, Simon 'Ghost' Riley" you pat his shoulder as you walk past him. He stands there, still, trying to process what just happened.

"Holy fuck" he mutters under his breath. He just wanted to go on a walk and now he has a 'date' in two weeks. The antisocial man did this.

Now he cannot wait for the day to arrive.

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the fact he looks good even when he’s not trying

the fucking brainrot…i’m sorry (no i’m not)

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"It‘s just dark romance, get over it" I‘ve read a lot of dark romance and r@pe IS NOT DARK ROMANCE. Some of y‘all are just sick for liking stuff like that and trying to find excuses to justify it.

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THIS IS SO CUTE AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Man be acting like she didn't have his toes curled in worry

massive art block atm, one of the reason why i just took reference from one of the pics i got from pinterest. wanted to treat myself with a little self inserting

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