#cod mw3

[sweetnothingtm]

inspired by this video ♡

thinking about biker!simon who meets you one night when your car breaks down on the side of the highway, and you can’t manage to get a tow truck out so late at night - so of course he offers you a ride.

he’d pull up beside you and immediately notice the way you’re pouting and huffing in frustration, whining over the phone about how you’re all alone in the middle of nowhere - and how you can’t afford to call a cab, so surely a gentleman should help a poor girl out. and then simon is sitting on his bike with his arms lazily crossed in front of him leaned forward, killing the engine as he asked you what was wrong.

biker!simon would slip off his gloves and lean over the hood of your car as you meekly explained how you really should have changed your oil sooner - and that you really hate to be such a bother, but could you get a ride home?

he’d tell you that a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t even have to worry about something like this, that he could take you home and make sure you’re all safe and sound - and you think maybe he’s hitting on you, but you’re so shy and maybe he’s just being courteous. strangers normally offer to teach you how to change your oil and that next time they’ll make sure to bring an extra helmet - right?

biker!simon would pat the seat behind him and mumble something along the lines of how he usually rides fast, so you’ll have to hold on tight. biker!simon would offer you his jacket and zip it up for you, practically groaning at the way you bite your lip and avoid his gaze - but that damn helmet is so daunting, and how are you supposed to focus when he smells like pine and tobacco?

you would anxiously say that you’ve never ridden a motorcycle before, how it’s just too intimidating - plus you’ve never met anyone who owned a bike. biker!simon would be smirking under his helmet and humming in satisfaction when your arms tighten around his waist as he weaves between lanes.

biker!simon would hold your thigh the entire ride home - and is it just you or is he gently squeezing your leg while talking about how you’re being such a good girl and that for your first time riding, you’re doing so well?

and when he drops you off at home, biker!simon has his hand rubbing up and down your thigh as his bike idles in your parking lot. he would talk about how he’s so glad to have helped out, and how he’d love to pay for the tow truck - it’s the least he can do when you’ve been such a princess.

even though you insist that it’s just too much, and how you really shouldn’t be accepting such gifts from strangers - he’s done more than enough, and is there anything you can do to make it up to him? but then biker!simon is dismissing your concerns with the wave of a hand, telling you that he’s more than happy to help a doll like you.

biker!simon says something about how you don’t need to be strangers, that you’re just such a sweetheart, and how he’d love to take you out sometime soon. you’d smile sweetly to him and feign consideration for his offer - despite the fact you’ve already made up your mind when you were trying to memorize his tattoos and the way that he’d glance over his shoulder to check on you throughout the drive.

he’d help you off his bike and walk you to your apartment because he wouldn’t want you to get into any more trouble tonight, right? when you shamelessly type your number into his phone, biker!simon is pulling off his helmet to reveal a balaclava that hides nearly everything except two dark eyes and the cocky smirk plastered across his lips. and you’re mesmerized by the way he lowers his voice and leans down to speak to you, one hand gripping his helmet as the other sits on your lower back the whole walk to your apartment.

the next day he’s leaning against his bike outside your building, a cigarette dangling between his fingers as you shyly rock on your feet and stutter over a thousand thank-you’s - and he’s so focused on the way you rub your thighs together and bite your lip that he almost misses when you say that you really can’t thank him enough for everything, and that you really do plan to make it up to him.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Of course inspiration hits during finals…

But I need a really reallyyy slow makeout session with Simon.

Like imagine straddling his lap on the couch, one of his hands gripping your thigh and the other at the nape of your neck while you cup his face with your hands.

It’s just so slow but passionate, soft but rough at the same time. Mouths opening and closing painfully slow to taste each other’s tongues.

Like it’s just so fucking hot. Taking your time with each other. Letting yourselves indulge in one another. It would definitely start to get messy but it’s just such a dirty, nasty make out session with how slow and deep it is…

And him eating you out the same way…

Taking his time, slowly sucking and lapping you up, leaving long, drawn out kisses to your clit. Him pulling back from sucking on your folds with a “pop” noise to admire your pretty pussy before going back to suck and lick you nice and slow…

Can you tell I want to kiss suck and fuck Simon Riley so good and passionately it actually soul bonds us forever…

[shkretart]

Young Nik and Price AU, sketches

[spiltspit]

back to my roots (ghost pinup sketch)

[sublimeinfatuation]

Gaz flirting with Farah in a friendly banter type of way. He likes to joke with her, and he knows he's good-looking and flusters people, and it just happens. He doesn't even think about it, just opens his mouth, and it comes out so smooth.

Farah who flirts back twice as hard, without missing a fucking beat. It catches him and everyone else off guard. He ends up losing whatever banter they have and it makes him giddy like a fucking schoolgirl.

Alex loves watching her do that to someone else.

[phantasm-ae]

cw: more fluff

HEADCANNON: Part 5 of Simon and pet Bunny. Bunny hates mailmen. Too trained to back down. You have Simon to blame for that one

PAIRING: Simon Riley x reader

you hear the mail truck before you see it.

that familiar low rumble that usually sends Bunny into full "defend the perimeter" mode.

And sure enough, a second later, you hear it.

Thump. Thump. THUMP.

From your vantage point in the kitchen, you see Bunny -- all thirty? Thirty-five pounds of muscle, fluff, and pure malice -- posted up at the front door. Ears froward. Nose twitching aggressively. Shoulders readily hunched and front paws baring in anticipation.

"Si!", you shouted. Getting alarmed. Not wanting to get another warning from the homeowner's association about pet aggression and the like. Not really wanting to explain that it was just a massive and hulking rabbit doing all this stuff and not some rabid dog that they think it was.

"The mailman's here!"

Simon. Too calm. Just enjoying his tea on the couch barely even looks up at that. "Let him be. He'll be fine"

But you had a feeling that Bunny will be fine sure. But that mailman?? Nope. Definitely not.

Sure enough, just as the mailman was walking up to your porch, the door practically flies open and Bunny -- the bastard! -- fucking barrels out. Breaching doors just like Simon probably taught him too.

The guy's halfway up the steps. Package tucked under one arm when Bunny charges towards him.

The man freezes.

Stares. Fucking stares!

Blinking down and paralyzed at the giant behemoth of fur thundering and hopping toward him.

And you! You watch it happen in slow motion.

The slow dawning horror on the mailman's face as he registers that;

a. that is not a dog

b. that is definitely not a small rabbit

c. that is a beast the size of a Thanksgiving turkey, with the attitude of a bar brawler on a weekend

Bunny lets out a low huff. Unable to bark but somehow the sound echoes menacingly across the street. Gnawing. Mauling. Thumping angrily nearer.

The mailman yelps -- actually yelps -- and stumbles backward off the porch. Dropping the package with a thud.

"Holy shit!", he could only squeak. Scrambling backward across the lawn as Bunny prepares to take a chunk out of his ankle for sport.

It was then that Simon finally steps in, muttering -- “Told ‘em last week not to approach without calling” -- more annoyed at the mailman than at Bunny as he shoos him off of the shivering and confused man crouched protectively on the dirt.

"He's harmless", Simon only starts. Utterly deadpan and bored as Bunny thumps thumps thumps back into his side. Poised and prepared. Menacing and tactical. Observant and unyielding.

The mailman, still pale and wide-eyed starts to stand. Hands dirtied Knees probably bruised and shins scraped. Swallows thickly as his gaze darts between the behemoth of a man in a mask and the rabbit on steroids next to him.

The mailman blinks like he’s just been diagnosed with a new type of PTSD at the sight.

You clap a hand over your mouth to smother a laugh as Simon reaches down and scratches behind Bunny’s ears -- the rabbit immediately softening, practically preening under his touch.

"See?" Simon says with a pat. "Soft as shite."

The mailman, trembling slightly, only nods and smiles wryly as if agreeing will spare his life.

He shoves the battered package into Simon’s chest and books it back to his van, limping slightly, gnawed-shoes crunching over the gravel.

Bunny watches him go, ears sharp, body still.

Simon hums low in his throat, watching too.

"Should put up a sign," he mutters. "Beware of rabbit."

You double over laughing, wheezing.

Bunny, dignified and terrifying as ever, gives a final authoritative thump of his foot -- as if to say:

"Next time, I’m taking more than shoes you little shit"

masterlist

[yektaworld]

First of all I neither needed this much accurate x reader nor being called out like this.....

Second of all kissing the brick before throwing it at me doesn't make it feel any worse🥲🥲🥲

price with reader who never got much attention as a kid/growing up??

very self indulgent but hear me out. price is a lover man. he takes his time for his partners, gives them what they need, even if he's busy. you on the other hand are simply used to being put aside, people only listening to you half heartedly, not looking at you and getting distracted when you talk, other things were always more important than you and you felt that. you got used to it, it's normal to you.

but when you're with price he's the total opposite. he looks at you intently when you talk (if not hes leaning his head towards you so he hears you better), putting things down when you ask him something - hes attentive. he listens. and its absolutely strange to you, it makes you feel flustered, kinda watched. at some point you ask him why hes looking at you like that, the tv running in the backround. he furrows his eyebrows at you, with a confused chuckle. "what do you mean, love?"

"you're starin' at me." you accuse him, your cheeks getting hot.

"you're talkin' to me. where else would I be looking?" he jokes with a soft chuckle, wondering what the hell you're on about.

"your show's on." you say, gesturing to the tv. he looks at you like youve got three heads.

"I'm listening to you, love."

[dimlylittorch]

this is very for me, by me but i need it rn

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x emotional!reader (probably neurodivergent reader too tbh)

My Masterlist🌱

Simon with reader who gets so emotionally attached to things it can be painful. But he quickly learns it’s not necessarily because the things are that amazing, it’s because reader deals with so much pain that they have to get attached to things, just in order to survive.

Reader who feels everything so deeply, that they love things with their whole being, simply to balance out the pain of living. Where reader lacks love from others, they find it in their favorite movies. Where reader lacks physical touch, they find it in their stuffed animals.

Simon learned early on into the relationship how different you were from others. He hadn’t had a boyfriend that had a bed littered with plushies, or who had a collection of fandom memorabilia. He’d never experienced a boyfriend being hesitant to touch, or one that was so gentle with him. He quickly fell in love with your oddities and quirks, but it pained him to learn more about them.

You slept with a weighted blanket and a ducky body pillow so you could imagine someone holding you. You collected stickers in case someone would one day want to use them with you. You talked to yourself softly since no one else would. It tore him to shreds inside when you opened up to him about it all.

He had never been a good man. Any pain he held, he felt he deserved. But you? You were bloody perfect. All that pain you held so close to your heart- how could the world do that to you? No- no, it wasn’t fair. You deserved to be held- to be comforted. To be loved. Maybe this was one thing he could do right. Maybe he could be a good man for you.

[corporalellie]

Quit smoking!

[yektaworld]

I'm crying and laughing....

Being the only female in 141, but not in the “they all wanna fuck me uwu” way…

cute lil drabble (im sleep deprived as hell)

wc: 243

These men have no idea how to do the most basic tasks, taking care of themselves be damned.

They looked at you like they saw a ghost the first time you sat down with something on your plate that wasn’t a can of corn, beans, tuna or MRE’s. Holy shit, you’re eating from a plate, love!

And it was like you grew three heads when you wiped the table after Gaz spilled water, why didn’t you let it dry? Or that time you had to broom the dead mice out of the safe house. We could have lain down next to them, sweetheart! Oh when you made dinner for them? You won their hearts…

This wasn’t about gender roles, no, you weren’t doing this because you had to. You weren’t the problem for doing it, they were the problem for being so fucking dumb.

“Are you lot some sort of loyalty as in riches, or fucking rags?”

“Wha’?” Simon blurts.

“Are you this incompetent because you’ve never done anything and people did shit for you your entire life, or are you just… straight completely useless with no excuse?” The genuineness in your voice is a shock factor itself, enough to make the captain’s eyebrows raise.

“Lass, are you okay—“

“Soap, you just told me you’ve never held a broom in your life.”

One time, Gaz was cleaning ketchup from the table with rounded motions, smearing it over the table. Your breath hitched. “GARRICK!”

They’re nervous around you since.

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[jerru-chan]

Roommate!Reader: So.. When's rent pay again?

Simon: Don't worry about it love. It has been taken care of.

Reader: Wait, what? Why? I'm suppose to pay the rent too!

Simon: No. You're here to make my place feels like home.

[neick-hitlz]

Smiling? That means he's kind

Or no?

[burnatnight]

Rain

I played COD and met Soap one year anniversary🥰

[naozombie]

(*๓´╰╯`๓)o

[gothghostiie]

play fighting with simon and it ends with you face down on the floor while he's sitting on your back to pin you down while playing with your pussy