#simon stalker au

[azizzs-prim]

I feel like Simon would use Riley as a way to lure poor unsuspecting women into his apartment. (+18/TW cnc)

Perhaps even one he had been actively stalking from his workplace - maps and schedules lining his office, detailed with every step she took.

Reminders on his phone for appointments he had managed to find when helping lurking her regain a missing document he had deleted while she went to the restroom.

Even managed to sneak a couple pairs of panties from her dirty laundry when she was naive enough to leave her window unlocked - Even turned one of her frames face down and left the window cracked as he slipped back out into the night.

A small part of him hoped she would become curious about the unsettling amount of missing vestures and cosmetics. Fantasized sometimes about her finding him in her bathroom in the middle of the night - rubbing himself with a pair of her missing underwear.

But he could never defile her like that - expose someone so innocent to something so crude and vile.

So, instead, he arrived at the café she visited every morning to order her tall matcha latté with a rag drenched in chloroform neatly folded in his back pocket just for her and waited... and waited... and waited... until the little bell rung and her form swiftly moved inside.

Late.

That would be fine... it would all be fine. They'd make up for that lost time later.

And just as she grabbed the drink on the counter she had pre-ordered online, he pushed himself up and shoved his burly form into her's.

Her sharp gasp made his heart palpitate and hand snap out to wrap around her waist.

The dazed, confused glint in her eyes slowly morphed into recognition upon seeing him, the corners of her mouth curling into that beautiful smile he saw in his mind every time he pistoned his hips against a folded pillow.

"Si...," she breathed gently in relief, pushing herself back up on wobbly legs as she reached for some napkins. Dabbing gently at the green that stained her new off-white blouse.

This was her. This was his prize. After his suffering for so long, here is the retribution finally given to him.

"Here, doll, lemme help," he kept his voice low and gentle, feigning as much guilt as he could muster, as his massive hands gingerly took the napkins from hers and continued her previous ministrations,"You a'right? 'm sorry about that..."

"Yeah.. yeah, I'm okay, I was supposed to go meet someone, but I guess I'll have to tell them I'm gonna be late."

His movements stuttered at her frustrated admission, a darkness blanketing his eyes as he hummed. It taking every ounce of control within himself not to shove the anesthetic cloth into her nose right then and there.

"Really? How unfortunate," he gritted out, placating a look of guilt and sympathy as his grip turned almost violent around the napkin - knuckles white and hand shaking.

He forced himself to pull away before she really noticed, too lost in her own self-pitying world.

"'ow about this, doll," he began, forcing his voice gentler even as the corner of his mouth twitched beneath his mask, "Come back to my place. I live righ' around the corner. Could get this fixed up for ya in no time."

"Oh-, w-well, I don't-"

He swiftly slid an arm around her back, hand splayed over the satin fabric as his thumb pressed against her lumbar. Coaxing her to turn towards the exit.

"Don' wanna be late, do ya? It'll be fast. Promise."

"Si-, you really don't have to, this isn't necessary-"

"Nonsense," he purred, leading her stumbling, hesitant form towards the door, "I don't bite, doll.

"Could even introduce ya the lil shepherd you've been beggin' to meet."

He watched as her refusal twitched into unsure reluctance. Her steps becoming slightly more intensional and shoulders dropping away from her ears.

"Atta girl."

well, ain't that somethin...

[fictionalmenobsessor]

RULES ─ MASTERLIST ─ REQ BOX

stalker!simon, who lurks in ill-lit alleyways, prowls on corners near your house. protecting you from unwanted harm that weird creeps like him would cause.

stalker!simon, who makes sure you’re safe at all times. even if that means walking behind you, at a reasonable distance, when he’s not deployed, or on base.

there were potent signs that he was always present. you could often smell the light scent of nicotine and gunpowder in the air. imbedded into your sinuses like a bad cold that never leaves.

stalker!simon, who sits in tight and uncomfortable booths when you’re out at clubs. examining everything minor detail around him, from the loud music to the eerie creeps who sat in the corners. waiting to pounce on their next victim.

which unfortunately was you.

stalker!simon, who incredulously veers forward, watching how one man decided to approach you. the leather seating beneath him was creating artificial squeaks as he shuffled impatiently.

stalker!simon, who is about to pummel his head into a brick wall until it turns to pulp when he notices your demeanour shift; an uncomfortable grimace spreading across your face like wildfire.

luckily, you fend off the man, as he was hopefully one of the nicer lads out of the group.

that didn’t mean simon didn’t follow him out of the club 10 minutes later to have a ‘chat’ about respect. but thats not the point.

stalker!simon, who follows you the whole way home. like always. but tonight could be considered for a good cause.

the neighbourhoods real life ‘superhero.’

i mean.

he was just looking out for you.

and he was loved by all of the old people. and single mothers…

stalker!simon, who gently rocks the window of your room open. the splintering wood creaking as it went all the way up to fit his large frame. thank god, you were a heavy sleeper.

stalker!simon, whose gaze rolls over your form. supple, soft skin exposed as you lay splayed out on your bed; a cool breeze set over your curtains, calmly blowing the ends further into your room.

striding over to the side of your bed. he pulled the covers over you to prevent the chill accumulating.

gently stroking a piece of hair out of your face, he twirled it around his thick, gloved fingers before letting it go.

god, you were perfect.

[gerdddds]

an idea for a simon/f!reader story

(this is my first time writing something short of a fic in 5 years so go soft on me please, and also let me know if i should continue this, or well if anyone would be interested in it)

I eased into the worn down bathtub, the warm water was all i needed for my bones to feel less worn down. another day of standing while microwaving frozen burger buns and frying frozen potato fries in oil done. just a little closer to being able to buy myself another month worth on instant noodles. as i looked around the room for a split second i noticed my laundry basket. it was completely full when i left this morning, now... it was empty.

...

i looked back at the wall, i should really talk with my psychiatrist about that medication. i had started to notice these weird things, i don't know if they are just my imagination... it probably is.

anyways, i've started to notice small stuff moving in my apartment, like as an example, when i go to work, my dirty dishes fill the sink, when i get back, the dishes are all in the cupboard, clean. when i leave for work, my fridge is empty, and when i come back, i've got a carton of eggs and ham in there. i'm certain it's me forgetting stuff again, not some amazing fairy, because, come on guys. fairies aren't quite real. but not only that. i've also started to feel like someone is watching me all the time, like i hear movement in my apartment. am i really losing it again?

i was now standing in my bedroom, Infront of the worn down antique dresser. it wasn't probably nothing so antique, i bought it from a charity shop for 20 pounds, because it was, and is in terrible condition, but if you think i'm spending any more money on furniture, you are mistaken. my bed is from my childhood home, and yes, even the mattress, my couch is something i found from the roadside, the other stuff is from the previous renter.

beggars can't be choosers

i liked my little place, it was pretty safe to the busy part of the city, but just far enough for the rent to be cheap and the safety low. but, as i said, beggars can't be choosers.

i buried myself under the warm blanket, ah, finally in bed at last-

my thought was interrupted by a chime on my phone... i had do not disturb on? i always did. i checked my phone and it was... on do not disturb... whatever, i probably misheard something-

another fucking chime, and the rustling of clothes. my stomach dropped, was someone in my apartment? what the fuck!

"hello?" i called out, no answer. "hellooo!!?" i called out once more, dead silence. "I don't have any money or valuables, i'll close my eyes, you can leave a tenner on my desk and i won't even call the police."

and i did, close my eyes, i mean. no sounds...

i waited just a couple more minutes, just in case.

no sounds still, well fuck.

i opened my eyes and laid back in bed, i looked longingly at my desk , almost like wishing there would have been that ten pound note. i sighed as i looked away, though...

i looked back at the desk, an orange-red note sat on my desk.

what the actual fuck

i definitely needed to start taking my medication, and quick, real fucking quick

[bitchin-beskar]

lynn......thots on biker!stalker!Simon???

mmmmm, delicious au = delicious thots

he's been stalking you for months before he orchestrates a "chance" meeting, and he's so fucking good at it that you literally have no clue

it's something stupidly heroic like pulling you out of the way of an oncoming car as your crossing the road or some shit

he's quiet, and the skull balaclava is a lil intimidating, but his eyes are so pretty and kind, and he holds you so gently as he rights you on unsteady feet

you insist on buying him coffee or something to thank him, and though he protests, you aren't taking no for an answer

unfortunately, you forget to ask for his number, and you go home heartbroken, sure you're never going to see that mysterious stranger again

but then, out of the blue, you run into him again! at the grocery store of all fucking places.

though, you're so flustered you again forget to ask for his number

you're kicking yourself, i mean honestly

but then... you get a new neighbor... guess who it is!

mysterious savior had to move for work, and somehow ended up in the apartment across from yours

it's like fucking fate, and you have a hard time arguing with yourself when the stars seem to be aligning all in your favor

shyly, you ask him out on a date, and are delighted when he tells you yes

you're so fucking excited, and so wound up from these brushes with the most perfect man you're sure has ever existed that you don't look closer at the "coincidences"

[hellofromabyss]

connor x simon from <you> au

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮��𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐈 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭... 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 — 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲. 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞… 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 — 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐰, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧. 𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬.ㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ┘ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[maskedbyghost]

Simon Riley | Masterlist

╰──➤ 💀 A collection of all my Simon Riley fics in one place. Includes everything from softer moments to heavier themes, with some +18 content throughout. Check tags and content notes before reading.

🖤 Stalker [Part 2]

🖤 Situationship with Simon [Part 2]

🖤 The Hating Game [Part 2]

🖤 Arranged marriage [Part 2] [Part 3]

🖤 Another chance? [Part 2]

🖤 Shadows of Obsession

🖤 Recovery [Part 2]

🖤 Happily ever after [Part 2] [Part 3]

🖤 We should go on a vacation [Part 2]

🖤 When the walls fall [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

🖤 A lie detector [Part 2]

🖤 Fuck buddies [Part 2] [Part 3]

🖤 He doesn't stop you [Part 2] [Part 3]

🖤 Marked as mine

🖤 Simon is scared of his feelings [Part 2] [Part 3]

🖤 Keep your feelings hidden [Part 2] [Part 3]

🖤 Simon is yearning [Part 2]

🖤 Where you left me [Part 2]

🖤 Beneath the mask

🖤 One bed, one night

🖤 Knitting. Really?

🖤 Jealousy

🖤 Your soulmate

🖤 Rivals to lovers

🖤 Letters to you

🖤 Vows

🖤 Sleeping on the couch

🖤 Toxic ex-husband Simon

🖤 Undercover

🖤 One night with Simon and Johnny

🖤 Life with a writer

🖤 Your favorite ex

🖤 When angels fall

🖤 Hate to love?

🖤 Simon's girl is a baddie

🖤 Simon helping you recover

🖤 Stay? Always.

🖤 Little brat

🖤 Best friends

🖤 Enemies with benefits

🖤 Miss you, mate

🖤 Stalker

🖤 A perfect man

🖤 Red is your favorite color

🖤 Thin ice

🖤 Strangers for the night

🖤 Breeding kink? In this economy?

🖤 Anxious

🖤 A favorite way to start a day

🖤 What do you need, sweetheart?

🖤 Just in love with you

🖤 You are important

🖤 Soulmate AU

🖤 Hair

🖤 Mirror

🖤 The Hating Game

🖤 Arranged marriage

🖤 Two idiots in love

🖤 Kiss

🖤 Late-night talks

🖤 Amnesia [Part 2]

🖤 Happy birthday, love

🖤 We should get married for benefits

🖤 Don't make me leave, I can't

🖤 Silly argument

🖤 Stay in my room, sleep in my bed

🖤 His favorite shadow [Part 2]

🖤 After divorce

🖤 Sharing one bed

🖤 His obsession with your hair

🖤 I miss my wife

🖤 Stop kissing me like that

🖤 Take it. Every drop.

[succubusvalentine]

⛧ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⛧

This incredible master list was made by @thegothicfestival. Thank you so so much this is genuinely amazing <3

Everyone say thank you GothicFestival NOW.

𝐊 𝐄 𝐘 :

𖦹 ~ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

♱ ~ 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

✩ ~ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓

✮⊹₊⋆ 𝐂 𝐎 𝐃 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀𝐂 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒 ⋆₊⊹✮ 

Virgin reader ♱

Hate Sex ♱

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You get added to the groupchat ♱

Simon and Phone Sex ♱

Simon Gets Clingy 𖦹

Monster Hunter! Ghost x Witch! Reader ♱

Sending nudes of reader to the team ♱

Southern Reader Cooking 𖦹

Overstimulating Quiet Reader ♱

Thigh Riding ♱

Obsessed and Disgusting Ghost ♱

Ghost unlearning how to be quiet ♱

How he stalks you ♱

Stalker Ghost pt.2 ♱

Lunch for the besties 𖦹

Fucking up wagu in front of Butcher! Ghost 𖦹

Ghosts will never be angry at reader 𖦹

Butcher! Ghost ♱

Obsessed with readers hips ♱

Housewife kink ♱

One night turns to more ♱

Soft Handjob ♱

A different kind of hurt comfort ♱

Pull a Jody [or just let Johnny sleep with your girl] ♱

Ghost who loves seeing pussy ♱

Pussy Pronouns ♱

Size Kink ♱

Knight! Ghost x Princess! Reader ✩

Metal Au ♱

Face Sitting ♱

Mechanic! Reader 𖦹

GhostSoap 𖦹

Ghost in the Austrian Asylum ♱

✮⊹₊⋆ 𝐒 𝐎 𝐀 𝐏 ⋆₊⊹✮

Court jester! Soap x Princess Reader ♱

Lunch for the besties 𖦹

Pull a Jody [or just let Johnny sleep with your girl] ♱

GhostSoap 𖦹

✮⊹₊⋆ 𝐆 𝐄 𝐓 𝐀 ⋆₊⊹✮

Emperor! Geta eating on the throne ♱

✮⊹₊⋆ 𝐌 𝐈 𝐆 𝐔 𝐄 𝐋 ⋆₊⊹✮

Love bites ♱

Web Bondage ♱

Cowgirl ♱

✮⊹₊⋆ 𝐄 𝐃 𝐃 𝐈 𝐄 ⋆₊⊹✮

Using a vibrating tongue piercing on him ♱

Him using a vibrating tongue piercing on reader ♱

Romance Writer 𖦹

Angry fuck Alt Ending ♱

Cold pt.2 ✩

His Savior ✩

The Flirty One 𖦹

Eating Reader out ♱

Bar Songs 𖦹

Eating Reader Together ♱

Athanati Omorfia pt.2 𖦹

Tour Guide 𖦹

Metal in Pink 𖦹

✮⊹₊⋆ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 ⋆₊⊹✮

Romance Writer 𖦹

Angry fuck Alt Ending ♱

Cold pt.2 ✩

His Savior ✩

The Flirty One 𖦹

Bar Songs 𖦹

Eating Reader Together ♱

Tour Guide 𖦹

[cherie-doll]

What if our MW Boys were in their teenage years and Reader is a Cheerleader?

oh, so we hitting that high school au?

ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, makarov, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з

ଘ Price notices you slack off in class sometimes, but he's not close enough to offer you help. So instead, you are trying to figure out who is leaving notes in your locker and slipping outlines of class into your textbooks. In the library while you might be falling asleep from staying up late the previous night practicing for the upcoming school game, he is peeping at you over his book to quietly chuckle to himself at your sleeping form. He might correct or scold anyone else who is slacking off, but he gently corrects you and guides you to help you stay on top of your studies. His reward in this is just getting to be acquainted to you, otherwise you wouldn't associate with him since there is little to nothing in common between you two.

ଘ Simon being that quiet, tall and brooding kid everyone's too scared to approach but is crushed on by half the school. He receives a ton of love letters and confessions in his locker but he always throws them away. Sometimes, he doesn't even spare a glance at them before he's discarding them. He's almost always seen at the bleachers when you're doing practices with the rest of your team. He's the only one there who stays for the entire practice, from beginning to end, observing the routine. When you're not looking you can feel as if eyes were on you, burning into you as you moved. Yet, he always left before you were able to approach him. The other cheerleaders tease you for having a "stalker".

ଘ Johnny is that hot jock who's always had a crush on you. Well, he's dated a lot of girls but really you're the only one who's had him stuttering and nervous to ask you out. He takes you seriously but is afraid you'll reject him. He's seen you reject anyone else to asks you out, so he's afraid you'll barely spare a glance at him before ignoring him. He enjoys throwing parties but does it mostly in hopes that you'll show up, yet he's hesitant to approach you and when he does it's small talk that leads no where for him. For the first time in his life, he's looking down, biting his lip and awkwardly smiling trying to crack jokes to make you laugh. It's sort of cute seeing him flustered.

ଘ Kyle is the one friend who's stuck with you since you were new in school. He's the one who helped you with all your classes, with his gentle smile and warm eyes that made you feel like it was going to be alright. He had noticed you staring at the poster for the cheerleader tryouts and encouraged you to join. If it weren't for him, you'd never have made it. Not only was he a good friend, but an excellent role model of a student; straight A's and all got along with teachers and most students. He came to school in neat yet fashionable clothes, he looked so put together and you don't think you've ever seen him be stressed out even when it seemed like he was balancing so many things at once. He invites you out to the movies and other outings that could almost count as dates, is he trying to hint at something?

ଘ Roach is that secret admirer of yours you've been receiving gifts and letters from since the school year started. You don't know it's him because he's always sitting at the back of the classes he's in with you and is in the crowd, excited to see you when you're at games. He didn't reveal it was him until a school dance came around and you decided to give him a chance. Hey, he's kinda endearing, why not? He wasn't bad looking, that's for sure. You found his love to be a little of a puppy love, him sticking to you when he could and following you around. But he grew a little more confident and would take you places and show you things. "Hey, I want to show you something cool". And he'd have the most interesting, and a little weird, interests to fascinate you with. But he really did know what you liked, which was a huge difference to you from the hot jocks who seemed to be brain dead and only talk about what they liked.

ଘ Alejandro with his charming smile who makes everyone fawn over him. You notice him getting along with everyone and he's smiled at you a few times when you pass each other in the hallway and you can't help but develop a little crush on him. You're not sure if you are interesting enough for him since he always seems to be the topic of interest. He is simply someone who people constantly want to be around, he makes funny jokes and is charismatic. Little do you know, you've caught his eye. He is curious about you and observes you when he gets the chance. He thinks you must be quite popular seeing as you're on the cheerleading team.

ଘ You're sorta struggling in class and you've noticed Rudy is one of the top students. You feel dumb asking for help but end up deciding to get tutoring from him after school. Turns out he's the nicest person you've ever encountered and whenever you two stay after school to study he ensures you understand each lesson before moving on not caring about how late it is and you can't help but start to like him. So far, he's really the only guy who hasn't flirted or said anything inappropriate to you despite still wearing the cheerleading outfit with the short skirt/shorts when he tutors you. He's never let his eyes drift down to your body and all his gestures are careful and respectful. You just love a guy like that.

ଘ Phillip who has made it clear to the entire school that he is dating you. He is very loud when cheering for you at games you reconsider who is the real cheerleader here. Everyone knows he is a daddy's boy because he often has money on him and borrows expensive items like his father's cars to impress you when driving you around town. He knows you're not big on showy stuff so he takes the time to find out what you like, maybe simpler things, and taking you to do that. One of his favorite activities is picking you up after your cheerleading practice to eat at a diner he's discovered.

ଘ Makarov is the rich foreign exchange student. Many try to offer him help but he isn't worried about his education, if anything he preoccupies himself with other things. He doesn't bother being around people he finds bland so he often skips classes, not caring. Well, what about one day when he sees you practicing your routine out in the field? He watches from afar and finds it strange he cannot take his eyes off of you. He has good taste so he doesn't wait long before approaching you directly. He is upfront and it's honestly hard to reject him asking you out when he does it in front of the entire school, with a huge bouquet of flowers and an expensive present. All that just to take you somewhere out of school.

ଘ Keegan the cute alt guy who never shows up to the school games, sits at the back of the class just observing everyone else or completely absorbed doing his own thing and has like one other person he hangs out with. Still, his off-putting demeanor isn't his only trait as he was the one who scared off those bullies who wouldn't stop trying to corner you in the school library. You have no idea how to thank him other than giving him a free ticket to the next school game. He can only shrug and look at it before you say it'd mean a lot if he came since you don't know how else to thank him. That day, you make sure you look your best even if you are not sure if he will show up. But he really is curious and decides to show up. He could get used to showing you attention since you are worth his time.

ଘ The adorable new foreign exchange student you've taken an interest in. König seems to be very occupied with learning the school system and passing his classes. But he just so happened to catch your eye and you were planning on bagging him before anyone else could. You would loop your arm around his, your hand in the crook of his elbow, and pull him along with you while he just allows himself to be dragged along because he doesn't want to be impolite. He can't help but think your smile is nice and feels a little hot when you give him those eyes. But he's here to study not get sidetracked, how about you show him that a little distraction won't hurt his grades? He did tell you he wanted to branch out and socialize a bit more.

ଘ Skater boy Horangi who spends a lot of time outdoors practicing his skills, he listens to music on a speaker and is very honest you think he might be mocking you sometimes. In reality, he is trying to win you over by trying to make you laugh with his questionable jokes. Secretly, he may watch you and write down facts or try to capture your likeness on a sketchpad he carries around. He keeps it hidden because he is afraid what will you think of him if you saw how many pages you've filled up in that sketchbook of his. He tries to maintain that effortlessly cool boy image you probably have in your head. He is in fact a lover boy but doesn't want to admit it.

ଘ There aren't many things Nikto displays an interest in. Most people assume he isn't even human due to his nature of being extremely frank and blunt. Most students wouldn't believe someone as intimidating as Nikto was dating the cheerleader. It is like your own secret that he cherishes deep in his heart, since he doesn't have to share there is no risk of others taking it away from him. He looks forward to those stolen moments of the day where he can get away to some isolated place with you, like on the school rooftop, the woods near the schoolyard or underneath the bleachers where you can enter in your own world. He can be quite the sweetheart when you least expect it, since he expresses himself very sincerely it is hard not to think he is lovable.

[ironteeth-fury]

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Do u give ghoap fic recommendations? If so can u give us please 🙏 (iys alr if u don’t want to ^~^)

*rubs hands together* finally my time has come, the 436 cod bookmarks i have will be useful!

right so you didn't specify anything beyond ghoap so i'm gonna throw a bunch in here with different themes and lengths and settings and stuff.

Gonna try to keep it to one work per author as well, but generally check out the other works of these authors!

I'm gonna cover WIP's that i'm following and loving, canon ghoap, still military but au in ways that might be timeline or in the sense of magic or abo or supernatural or something. Also completely AU ghoap, and I also have a couple crack fics that i just think are really good and funny.

Buckle up there's a lot

WIPS

Acceptable Loss by MildLimerence. Limerence is one of my favorite authors, definitely check out all the other works as well. Acceptable Loss is post MWIII wherein Soap gets turned into an agent for Makarov. This has made me cry and scream.

But not to yield by monsterlice and toomanybats. Definitely also check both authors out, more good shit to be found!! post military service for ghost and soap both. Demi!Simon in an abusive relationship, absolute perfect specimen who will treat you right! Soap. Pretty sure this updates weekly on wednesdays or thursdays, i forgot sorry :/

There will be no tenderness by Simcoehole. Simcoehole is where I break the rules, there will be 4 of their fics in this list and I will not apologise (really you should applaud my restraint because i could've put a lot more in here). This is canon Ghoap with Soap on medical leave, stalker!ghost, a lot of angst and pining, and Simcoehole's specialty: idiots to lovers. has only one chapter so it's the best time to get into it! Updates on mondays, I think.

Crack fics

right so a couple shorter fics that are just generally funny

miannach by simcoehole. Right. Simcoehole fic #2. This is very much Crack Premise, executed super well and quite seriously as well. Premise: Soap cuts a hole in a bar of soap (lol) and it becomes a magical portal hole to his ass. So after fucking himself with it, he decides to leave it in teh communal showers. Which is fun but overwhelming. Then Ghost gets a hold of it. (this is just a lot of porn, but it's awesome)

Save a pony, ride a ghost - Jazzybot4 and naughtypixie. Soap has Stripper Skills and it is the perfect opportunity to show them off. the rest of the 141 is stunned <3

the divine and the blessed by ghost_throat. Soap finds himself being sacrificed to a god (believe me this will be 1000x better iwthout context. Don't forget to read the sequel)

Talk Too Much by achievement_huntresss. '22 ghoap who are in denial about their feelings run into '09 ghoap who, while not fucking (anymore) immediatly clock that the idiots are head over heels for each other, and decide to do something about it.

Russian Roulette by Red_Clegane. Just. Soap being a badass completely casual, as you-please. Love the attitude

Canon Ghoap

Up In Arms by eclecticscribbles. Ghost introduces Soap to BDSM so they can infiltrate a fancy exclusive bdsm club to find their target.

Any Time You Need Me by thirteenbullets. right so this is technically an entire series that i've linked, but, they all fall under what im gonna tell you: non-sexual intimacy, physical touch, a bit of angst and a lot of comfort. This entire series feels like curling up with a blanket on the couch in front of the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa. it's comfy. (also has one of my favorite sentences ever that will live rent-free in my brain forever. He drew the ducks <3)

Seasons by StinglessWasp. the writing is breathtaking, it's a beautiful look at soap, ghost and their relationship and how they change over the course of four seasons.

What Has One Good Leg and Bleeds? by YmeMadarame. Soap gets his leg injured and betrayed and falsly confirmed KIA in the depths of hostile territory. He tries to make it back home. A classic case of it gets worse before it gets better.

Mission Briefs by BleedingTypewriter. What if ghost and soap hooked up before they met for the mission in al mazrah? Written as missing scenes between game cutscenes and missions. Beautiful, funny and sexy!

sometimes words have two meanings by Bluejay141519. beautiful take on the "the team accidentally massively hurts soaps feelings and trigger his inferiority complex" featuring a lot of hurt!soap.

its just a shot away by Bluejay141519. so another breaking of the rules by adding a second fic from bluejay, but both these fics are special to me. This is soap on a mission that went beyond FUBAR, trying to survive long enough for the 141 to come get him, and has been going on stims for almost 4 days. Soap reacts real bad to stims once he comes off of it. This is beautifully written and grabs me every time, and somehow manages to be one of the funniest things i've ever read while the tone of the fic overall is very serious and angsty.

Take a Breath by TAFKAmayle. Longg before the 141 started, we get Sergeant Simon Lamont (who will later be Lieutenant Simon "ghost" Riley) in charge of training the platoon of Corporal John "soap" MacTavish. There is tension. (turns out, it's sexual tension. who'da thunk it?) Includes them meeting again in game canon. (love this, its hilarious and i love it as a peek into Simon's mind)

can't keep johnny down by Wheezing_Joe. Soap loses comms on a mission. The 141 have to leave him behind. Soap makes his own way back to base. Turns out they missed him.

Bad Habits by NebulaGazer. I think this is the first real long fic that I'm linking, at 140k words. It's a mission fic of ghoap getting together. Soap gets thrown out of a couple of windows. It's great!

I Woke Up Underground by WispScribbles. this is a fun one!! we get wump, angst, buried alive trope, more wump, dad!price, and a lot of Feelings. (also definitely comfort at the end no worries)

Bait and Switch by Starlight_VLD. Another Soap gets turned into Makarov's assassin fic, this time with body doubles!! it's beautiful, it's sad, it's comforting, it's 141 as a family.

Oh, Brother by MeowMeowRiley. Ghost's family lives, and through some work civililan connections, both get roped into helping Soap's sibling move, unbeknownst to each other.

This is Ghost and Soap as Simon and John, seen through the eyes of their siblings, who do wonder 'why the hell are they not fucking yet?'

Military Ghoap AU's

faege by Simcoehole. #3 Simcoehole fic!! Soulmate AU following the MWIII storyline. Ghost and Soap wake up tied together by a red string of fate, declaring them soulmates. Both of them decide that, no, fate must have made a mistake, just because I'm hopelessly in love with him. He doesn't feel the same. I don't want to ruin our friendship. Let's see how we can get rid of this because he deserves better than being stuck with me for the rest of his life. (yep.) A lot of pining, angst, Idiots to Lovers (altho the idiots never really goes away with how fucking bad it is lmao). This is beautiful and it will make you yell at your screen and want to throw things but the worst part is that even though they're being big stupid idiots, when you're in their head you GET IT, you might not agree but you understand why they're comign to the conclusions they are (mostly). It's infuriating in the best way.

The devil has my throat by Simcoehole. Hi, last but certainly not least (with over 400k words) we have the devil has my throat. THIS FIC is what got me into the author, and what got me into the community. This fic is the start of my tumblr account. So, yeah.

Vampire!Ghost and Previously-Traumatised-By-Vampires!Soap. Who has, obviously, not processed said trauma at all, but is also immediatly horny as fuck for ghost. Features: being idiots, a lot of kinky vampire sex (so blood and biting and also some fun surprises you'll love later) a supernatural plot, price who doesn't get told even 10% of what's going on, and my Favorite OC Of All Time Ever.

Thrown for a Loop by enter_fand0m_reference00. Time Loop Alone Mission!!!! need I say more?? no, no i don't. (check out the rest of the series for more time loop shenanigans)

Results May Vary by HigherMagic. HigherMagic is one of my favorite authors so definitely check out all the other works as well, but this is the one I picked out to go on this list. It's wolf shifter soap deciding to woo the shit out of dragon ghost. (with a lot of lore!!! we love lore!!!)

Wont you lay your hands on me by Kensington. ABO but make it make sense! Alpha Ghost, Omega Soap, courting, world-building, trauma processing. absolutely one of my favorite abo fics ever (it's #2)

Yes to Heaven by Apollos_Last_Prophet. Okay but what if Soap was "killed" and taken and been made into Makarov's assassin before the 141 is even a thing?? You get this. The Ghoap is absolutely gorgeous in here.

My heart in your hands keeps going on by FetteEule. Former Military Soap! Neighbours Soap and Ghost! Ghost being forced on leave and fucking hating it, and soap changing his mind on it <3 (also of course price knows soap too)

Collecting Strays by WhisperedWords12. Check out the author again, there are more!! Werewolf soap gets rescued from a werewolf fighting ring and, being military, gets kept by Price and the 141. Ghost does not trust Soap at all.

No Rest for the Wicked by WispScribbles. Retired Ghoap are called back in when Price goes MIA. Mission fic. Feelings. Established Ghoap (theyre marrieddd)

hell hath no fury by sunshowers_and_dandelion_wine. Dragon shifter Soap!! Who accumalates the 141 as his hoard and is super protective and possessive, while trying to keep his being a dragon a secret!

Varium Lupus Division by North927. Sort-of military, sort of not? Post 141, Simon sets up his own division where they rescue and rehabilitate shifters/hybrids. Soap is the latest rescue.

Take Me On by Monsterlice. this is the #1 abo fic. It's got traumatised omega!Ghost who does Not Trust Anyone who goes into heat, has put it off long enough that it might kill him if he doesn't get handled by an alpha. Surprise, Gaz and Price, the only alphas (people, really) he trusts in the world are not here!! and won't be back in time. So, Laswell calls in Alpha!Soap (who will start at the 141 in like, a couple weeks) Features Consent!King!Soap who is absolutely enamoured by this huge feral omega who will fucking kill him if he steps a toe out of line. I fucking love soap in this soooo much.

a patron saint for butchers, fools and living fire by ForgottenFrog. I dunno, don't really want to spoil it by telling too much about it. This is one of the fics that settled into my bones and refused to leave.

(are you tired yet, cuz we've got some more to go)

AU's!

Dark Eyes Meet Under The Sky by Aessedia. (gonna have another one of Aessedia because i could NOT for the life of me choose) University professor Ghost. Grad student Soap. Soap needs a reccomendation for ghost who is known for being grumpy and hating his students. Also, Soap begins talking to a Dom on a kink-related dating website. Wonder who that is.

The Aerialist by Aessedia. LIsten okay Aessedia is just fucking amazing and go check /all of it/ out, because these two are my favorites but all the others are super good as well. Also, happy birthday to The Aerialist!! Aerialistic Acrobats Soap and Ghost who starts as rivals but then suddenly have to work together. Beyond overcoming their rivalry, there is also seemingly someone out to kill or at least ruin the 141 acrobats.

Why Did The Cowboy Take Hay To Bed? by LawfulSlab. Definitely check out all the other works as well they're beautiful. Historical au. Omega Soap and Alpha Ghost are the only two survivors of a convoy ambush. They seek shelter and have to pretend to be married to save Soap's virtue (unmarried omega out all alone, gasp!!) and then they fall in love. It's domestic as shit, and beautiful and the convoy was definitely a plot device to get them here and not something that will come back later as more plot, nahh.

Head of Department by Goblin_Pudding. Professors AU! Rival professors who hate each other, Price forces them to work together and /shit fuck we're in love now/. Including the past coming back to haunt you and Feelings <3. Romcom!!

Yellow Card by eddie_dxaz and skerryB. Football players AU! of course our boys start out having a massive rivalry and then Soap comes on the team and they have to play nice. Featuring homophobia of the world of sports, shitty exes coming back to create chaos, alive Riley family (except Simon's dad).

a pirate's life, aye? by victorianankles. firstly, pirate AU is one of my favorites. WE need more pirate au. Just gonna quote my bookmark of this one:

Soap's voice is the perfect mix of melodramatic, sad, hilarious and that somehow humble cockiness that's all Soap. I laughed so fucking much reading this and everyone should read this too, it's beautiful and I love it and I'm gonna cherish this fic forever

for those who need more convincing; one of the epilogues has soap in lingerie that's made of fancy chains and shiny gems. (i might or might not absolutely need art for this fucking hell)

Spoils of War by WhisperedWords12. RIGHT losers of a war get kept as war prisoners until the losing party signs officially that they've lost or something. They get used as sex slaves by the winning party. This is considered normal by everyone involved, as long as you treat your (temporary) slaves well. Soap gets captured and falls under Ghost's care. They are both not prepared for how much they like the other. (a tag from the fic: Enemies to Something They'd Rather Not Talk About. Which I think is quite fitting.) I love the dynamic in this, it's gorgeous.

RIGHT so that's it. For now. I mean i'd assume it's enough for the forseeable future.

Again, like i said i have more than 400 bookmarks so if you want more reccs, reach out, tell me what you like and I'll dig through my bookmarks and brain to see what i can find <3

Also people dont forget to leave kudos and a comment on the fics. If you dont know what to comment, give 'em this one from me:

✨️✨️💕🫧❤️💀💕✨️✨️

[jamneuromain]

Stalker Lady pt. 3

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (You)

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warning: Mean!Simon Riley, Voice (PORN) actor!Simon Riley, patron!reader, neighbor!AU, description of audio porn. NON-CON/DUB-CON, pussy spanking, PIV, creampie.

Summary: You meet Simon unexpectedly. Unfortunately, he thinks you are a stalker.

A/N: This fic is my rehab-going-back-into-writing fic. And it's the first time I'm writing for "Ghost" I've honestly never played COD. But here's my idea of the scary (not really lol) simon ghost riley :3

You haven’t spoke for twenty-three days, sixteen hours, and approximately twenty minutes so far.

You avoid looking in his direction or saying anything to him. Anything, really, even when he forces himself in your way – a dick move, he knows, and he’s probably using up all the quota of being a dick and then some when he was around you – bumps into you deliberately, and not a word, not a noise would come from you. You just … carry on with your life.

You have decided to treat him like someone invisible. Or air. Air is probably more similar to the reactions (more like no actions) he’s getting out of you.

“Have ye tried apologizing? Actual apologizin’?” Soap slaps his large palm over Simon’s shoulder when they are having a drink together, all of them in 141, slurring in alcohol as Simon rolls his eyes because of the pain that booms over his bones, “Coz yer being a massive dick. Dickest-dick, I’ll give yer ‘at.”

“I’ve tried.” Simon groans in half misery and half reluctance.

John Price, otherwise known as “Captain”, clears his throat in amusement, “Riley, chasing after her back and shouting out your apology doesn’t count. Apology, as in, say it in her face and she’d accept it. With flowers. It’s probably for the best.”

Simon Riley has known his team, his brother-like porn-producing family for a little over five years now. And every now and then something they say still gets under his skin because they are right. They are often right and never wrong in life and war.

Still, Simon kept that bit where his newfound love interest is his patron from the rest of his founded family. Something is best hidden, he supposes, not quite sure why he did so.

“Wha’ ‘bout your porn career, eh? Did lil’ missy find out?” Soap laughs loudly. It is clear that now seventy-five percent of his body runs on rum and tequila shots – whatever the brand they were just drinking – instead of water.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny boy.” Simon punches Soap on the shoulder, “Jus’ shut up ‘bout it.”

“Nooope. Not a chance.” Soap grins from ear to ear, “Yer in love, matey. Yer in luuuuv-”

“Yeah, and yer out of love, you doofus.” Simon growls like a bear woken up during hibernation, all pissed and agitated, “Your ex dumped your sorry arse -”

Price stops their childish mocking and punching with a glance before this could very well turn into a bar fight. He is well aware of what would happen when he puts two grown men with a pile of drinks together; he knows them like the back of his hand.

Price decides to change the topic for now: “On a happier note, our team’s Pornhub account has reached ten thousand subscribers, and our website patron number is heading steadily towards five thousand. I think the stats look promising.”

He might be wrong, but Simon seems gloomier on the changed topic. More sullen. And Simon’s mood doesn’t get better even when Price announces the next round is on him.

Twenty-three days, sixteen hours, and approximately fifty-five minutes.

That’s how long before the bloody silence between you finally crumbles into dust.

Thirty minutes after the get-together with his pals, Simon makes up his mind to take up the suggestions his friends kindly offered - an actual apology.

But his stupid brain hesitates. It’s almost the middle of the night. He is drunk. Hazy. They don’t have some flower shops around here because many people tend to grow the flowers in their front yards. And what would he even say to you? That he’s sorry? That sounds pathetic and weak.

“Sorry I think you were a stalker. Just my friend Johnny had this experience and I have to be cautious.”

“Sorry I’m mean towards you. I didn’t mean it. I want us to fuck … to be friends.”

“Sorry I kissed you. But then you slapped me so I’d call it even.”

No. No. And no.

How on earth are the apologies he comes up with filled with layers of phony and pretentiousness?

He walks up to your door, while knowing perfectly that his house is a few feet away.

Right. Apology.

“Sorry, I think you look like someone. My future girlfriend, I mean.”

The hand he lifts to knock freezes in mid-air.

Certainly not this bloody apology.

Maybe another day then? Another day when he’s more sober.

Simon pulls a few steps back from your porch. On another thought, he advances, and lifts his hand again to pound – he means, knock on your door.

He knocks, twice.

The streets shiver under the crispy autumn wind. It’s approaching midnight, driving Simon’s thought back to the comfort of his residence, with some warm tea and nice buttery biscuits.

Faint rustling of leaves rings everywhere. The cackling of someone’s fence someplace alerts him for a brief second, but that is what it is, iron bars clatter. There is not a living soul on the street in this godforsaken hour.

Right. Another day.

He makes up his mind to leave when the door opens. Your door opens. You drape a thick bathrobe over your shoulders, frowning, “Simon? What are you … What is it?”

The part of his mind that has slightly less alcohol invasion takes you in carefully. Your watery eyes, the lower lip you unconsciously chew on, and the leg bouncing border lining on impatient.

Simon sighs heavily, "Hey, listen … I'm sorry, okay? I was an idiot. I shouldn't have said ’ose things about you being a stalk’r. I’m a dick – That’s … not an excuse, but I didn't think … I'm very sorry …"

You let out an exhausted exhale. Honestly? It’s almost relieving to hear the apology coming out of his lips. But he couldn’t have found a worse time to deliver this speech. You thought his house was on fire or something.

A strange, but not unpleasant smell hits the tip of his nose. He sniffs. Then sniffs again. Simon narrows his eyes. He hasn’t deciphered what the smell is, to be exact, but it is certainly unusual, and his mouth waters simply on cue.

“Look, I appreciate we can work this misunderstanding out. But can we discuss this another time, please?” You rub your temple to ease the tension thumping in your brain. Your mind is just as tired as the rest of your body. Even though your body, your traitorous body gets turned on the minute you see this big hunk of a man at your door; frankly, the last thing you want to do right now is to deal with him.

Somehow, Simon’s eyes travel down. Below your thick white bathrobe, a small trail of creamy substance slowly makes its way down your left calf. Despite the dwindling of the clogs of his mind falling in place, he is able to put two and two together: your arousal is leaking down your thighs.

You can’t help but hug your bathrobe tighter under his scrutinizing gaze, “Well? If there’s nothing else, I’d -”

He interrupts you mid-sentence by swiping his fingers between your thighs, gathering some of the creamy arousal at the tip of his fingers.

“Christ.” He murmurs. “Leaking.”

You let out a shriek. Your instinct is to jump back into your house and slam the door right in his face, but the truth is, you raise your hand to smack him, and he captures your wrist in the air before it swoops down on his cheekbone, and brings it to his nose.

Sniff. Sniff.

Fucking bloodhound.

“You dirty little thing.” He muses, takes his massive body as an advantage, forces himself into your house, and pins you onto the wall, invading your personal space like he owns this place, “Playing with yourself for one second and coming to answer the door at the next? Tell me, do you use toys? Or your fingers alone could do the trick?”

You can smell alcohol in his breath, which makes you glare at him: “You’re drunk. Get out of my place before I scream for help.”

Simon nudges the door open with a kick of his boot. His eyes dart to the opened door before focusing on you, “By all means, scream.”

Your scream thrives for only two seconds, barely making its way out of your throat before his other hand circles your throat. A shallow hold. A forceless grip. Your mind somehow drifts to the toy upstairs. Stained with your juices. Lying cold on your towel.

These fingers are much bigger than your toy. Your mind helpfully supplies.

“I’m gonna take that up as an offer, sweet’art.” Simon runs the tip of his nose over your jawline, murmuring as if you were lovers instead of enemies over the past month, “Either you tell me to back off, or-” darkened desires swirl beneath his chocolate-brown eyes, “or you are goin’ to let me do every-fuckin’-thing I want to do to you. You’re not leaving your bed until I’m done with you and I’m gonn’ stuff you so good that ’ose pathetic audios will never be enough. All you gotta do is to say ‘Thank you, Simon’. ’at sound like a deal to you?”

Your brain has already gone mush at this point, the voice coming out of his hoarse throat seems to have pulled the bones out of your knees and below, rendering them weak, soft, unable to support your body.

“Say ‘Yes, Simon’.” His lips hover above yours, whispering like a man in love.

“Yes, Simon.”

Honestly, you have no idea what you have signed up for, but the fire itching in your core would do whatever he wanted to relieve you of this misery.

He sinks his fingers into your plush thighs, hoisting your thigh up to circle his waist on hearing the confirmation, lips crashing into yours, while carrying you like a bag of feathers to your bedroom.

Your toy swept to the floor with a throaty snigger. Your phone falls out of your pocket when you are put – more like pressed into your own bed.

Must have touched your skin or his, because the next thing you know, the goddamn Bluetooth speaker by the bed starts playing one of his audios.

He spares a glance, disabling the poor thing in seconds. And by disabling it, you actually mean slamming his fist on it.

“Jus’ a pathetic cock slut f’r me, hmm?” He smirks.

That cools your skin, dissolves the thirst you had.

You knit your brows into a tight knot, “Why’d you always do that?”

“Wot?” Stripping, he is soon down to his boxers.

“Be mean.”

He snorts. “Bollocks.”

“There’s a big difference between sounding mean and being mean.” You shove his shoulders out of your way, attempting to sit up, “I like you better when you are behind that screen.”

Simon does not waiver.

Warm skin blooms under your palm, soft muscles and hard plain. Some hard as rocks, some incredibly soft.

“Let me go, Simon.” You push his shoulder, but he doesn’t speak, nor does he react. Dark brown eyes bore into yours, like you spoke Klingon instead of English.

He flips the Bluetooth on again.

“Wha – Si -”

Ghost’s voice booms by your ear almost painfully and heart-strikingly.

Careful, sweetheart, sharp knife.

His hand brushes at the side of your breasts, down your abdomen, circling near your navel.

It is different from your own hands, your own arms, your own fingers.

Foreign. Alien. Wet.

Sweat from the heel of his hand.

Shivers buzzing your exposed skin.

You know everything, every word, every second by heart. The content of the audio. The dozens if not hundreds of times you’ve listened to it.

What scares you and excites you at the same time, is that he’s following every word of it.

The Mr. and Mrs. Ghost script. Two spies making hate more than love when they confront each other after trying to wring the life out of each other.

Trouble thinking? Answer me, sweetheart. Ghost laughs almost coldly.

“What are you doing, Simon – Simon!” Your nails bite into the back of his neck as he descends and licks a stripe between the valley of your breasts.

He gives you a wordless look. But you think you read his silent reply.

They just look so … perfect.

Simon pinches your nipple mercilessly, slapping on it simultaneously as the voice of a crisp slapping echoes in the speaker.

So perfect that I want to make it. Ghost whispers. Hurt.

You scream. Or you think you did. Your pussy clenches on its own.

Traitor.

A gleam flickers behind his eyes.

But that’s not a problem, though, is it? Ghost chuckles. Pain slut. Dripping. Leaking. Already.

Two fingers plunge inside your folds. Filthy squelch rings in your ears and your body. One more authentic than the other.

Oh no, oh fuck –

You widen your eyes, not out of horror, but out of your knowledge of what comes next.

A gentle rub on your long-ignored clit.

The fuck? Did you just slap me?

“Simon!” You cry out, “Simon don’t you dare-”

Two more crisp, swift slaps from the speaker.

Ghost curses.

Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’ve landed. Ghost chuckles darkly after being slapped, three times. It’s only fair if I return the flavor.

A slap.

White hot pain and pleasure shoot through your core. Sprawling over your stomach. Paralyzing your spine. His palm comes in contact with your clit. Hard. Fast. Takes all the breath out of your lungs.

Your slick runs down your thighs, running over the dried-up trails, running into his palm.

A slap for a slap. Fair, no? No? You fuckin’ don’t think so?

“Simon!” You scream, “Fuck you, Si-”

He smears your cream around your poor abused clit, before striking down again.

Your hips buck up violently.

Come on, sweetheart. Just one more. Won’t hurt. Ghost announces, which sounds like your death sentence.

Much.

You think you just died. Squirt on your thigh. His thigh. Tears down the corner of your eyes. Your cheek. You have never cummed so hard so fast.

Sorry? Ghost pauses. Sensitive?

You whimper.

Huh? Didn’t quite hear you, sweetheart. Ghost mocks condescendingly.

“It’s sensitive.” You sob as Simon traces his fingers on your pussy lips.

Ghost huffs out a laugh.

Afraid you have to be louder, sweetheart. My ears are still half deaf from that bullet you shot at me half an hour ago. But I can see this pretty pussy begging me to fill ‘er up. That what you want, sweetheart? To be my personal little whore?

“Fuck me”? That’s part of the ‘slut’ job description, if you insist.

Simon’s lips curl into an amused smile.

You feel his smile on your lips as he kisses you deeply. Licks over the roof of your mouth. Nips your lower lip. Unlike Ghost. Unlike what’s in the audio. Unlike his sharp teeth and tongue.

The sound of the zipper being pulled down.

Uh-huh. This is me fucking you like I mean it.

One deep plunge.

Not so snarky now, are you?

Reaches your cervix.

He moans unabashedly. Grunts. Breathes.

You owe me so much than you can count, sweetheart. I’m tryna’ make up for our lost time.

Slapping. Skin on skin. Panting. Kissing.

Bottoms to the end. Draws out.

That. Ghost grunts. Was for the time you tried to poison my drink in Moscow.

Simon follows every instruction. Every pause. Every comma. Every time the breath becomes heavy in the speaker, he bullies your pussy just as hard.

That. For the time - when you bought out the corrupt police – Christ, stop squirming, sweetheart - and locked me up in a Guatemalan jail.

How. Pants.

Could. Breathes.

I. Fuckin’. Forget. A low groan.

That. Time. You. Nearly. Put. A. Bloody. Bullet. Through. My. Skull. Loud and rushed and wet slapping noise.

Reaches the depth you didn’t know of. Rearrange your organs that felt out of place more than anything. Hitting all the spots you weren’t aware of until now.

I’m being petty? Ghost retorts. Guess I am, then. Huffs. Oh, you want to cum? You can cum as many times, as you bloody please, sweet’art. His Manchester accent slips out in all the anger. Go on, make a mess on my cock. Ah fuckin’ ‘ell, missed this tight lil’ pussy.

Pause. A scream from your lips fills the void.

Stop? You can’t cum anymore? He bullies his cock into your clenching hole again. And again. And again.

Let me make one thing clear- Ghost purrs by your ear. I’ll stop when I cum, sweet’art. ‘Til then, not gonn’ stop shaggin’ you. Coz ‘at wot slut is for, bein’ my personal fuck doll an’ all …

Thick, long fingers find your clit again.

C’mon, sweet’art. Know you’ve got one more in you.

Your nails dig into his wrist. Having just cummed twice, the pressure he puts on your clit felt like scorching flames. Stung and overstimulated.

Jus’ one more. Ghost coos. One more. Jus’ one more.

He rubs with precision. Slow yet undeniable. Even though your legs kicking. Your nails leaving bruises on his skin. Your breath ragged, shallow, broken.

“Can’t … I can’t, Simon … ”

Gonn’ be a good girl f’r me and cum, won’t you?

“Si-”

Right ‘ere, sweet’art. Good fuckin’ girl. Empty yer pretty lil’ head for me.

‘s bett’r when all you could think ‘bout is my name.

His voice becomes strained, tensed. Almost rambling.

Fuckin’ hell, I’mma fill you with my seed. Gonna put a plug in you so it’ll take root. My personal cumdump. Take it, baby, take it. Fuck, fuck –

Stripes of cum coat your insides. Making your whimper and your eyes water in sensitivity.

He collapses on top of your trembling body, covering you up like a thick warm blanket. Soft, delicate kisses bloom over your forehead. Rough pads of his fingers run up and down the side of your arm. It is a harsh fall, after your pleasure skyrocketed, but you find yourself caught by the web he weaved. A dark web with a white skull mask knitted in the middle.

You lift your arms to hug his broad shoulders so that his heart might beat right next to you above the thin layer of skin and flesh. He has yet to pull out, and somehow … you are not in a hurry to remind him of it.

“Hope this is as good as an apology.” He – Simon – says.

A small fit of laughter bursts out of you, some giggles, then he joins as well, rumbling chuckles that vibrate on your chest. It is silly and comes out of nowhere, but this laugh turns out to be just the trick in resolving the tension you have had for days.

“I’ll give it an eight out of ten.” You bite your lower lip from smiling too hard.

“Eight?!” He pushes himself up, staring at you in disbelief, as if deeply offended, “That was at least nine for effort.”

“If you say so…”

Noticing your twitching cheek and the corner of your lips, he exhales out of relief, burying his head in the crook of your neck, grumbling, “You cheeky little … eight?!”

You giggle, “The sound effects of Ghost are a little over the top, don’t you think?”

He muffles your words with a deep, searing kiss, when you feel his cock throb in the confines of your walls. The sight of his sweating forehead and thin lips pushes your heart beat faster.

“Brought this on yourself, swee’art.” A lop-sided grin makes its way over his face, as he surges forward all of a sudden and adds pressure to your already-sensitive clit, forcing a moan out of your throat and his cum gushing out of your abused hole. “Let’s see if we can have a nine, should we try hard … enough.”

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Part 1 Part 2

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Mine. || Simon "Ghost" Riley

For @glitterypirateduck's “GhostChallenge” writing challenge! I used the following prompts:

9. Alternate universe 100. You're Price, Gaz, or Soap's sister/brother 12. Brothers best friend trope 71. Reader or Ghost rescues the other from a bad date (but 'bad' is used very loosely) 34. Ghost in gray sweatpants. Just. Gray. Sweatpants. 90. Thigh riding 13. Car sex (also loosely) 48. "Is that the best that you can do?" 99. "You're mine."

Rating: E Words: 3.2k~ CW: smutty, thigh riding, no piv, no kissing, mean!Simon, toxic!Simon, fuck buddy!Simon, jealous!Simon, stalker(ish?)!Simon, possessive behavior. Tags: afab!reader, you/your pronouns but no Y/N, rugby AU, friends with benefits/fuck buddies, unrequited feelings (or are they?), toxic-ish relationship?, lying, manipulation?, secret relationship, brother's best friend, creating/baiting jealousy. Summary: Ghost is a cocky, mean rugby player that you can't help but be pining over. But maybe it's not completely unrequited. OR Simon ruins your date with someone else because he's jealous. a/n: I had a plan. I executed said plan. Profit?

Having grown up in a rugby family, you were given little choice but to attend all of your brother's games, both as a wee lad, a young man, and, now.

You were there, with your remaining sisters and your mam, for every single one of Johnny's games, back from when he was a wee one that couldn't even do a proper tackle and would fall in the mud, to now, picked to join the national team.

This means, however, that you've spent your entire childhood, teen years and now young adulthood, surrounded by the lads from your brother's many teams, but, especially, the ones he met as a teen and made a lasting friendship with: John "Cap" Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, and Simon "Ghost" Riley, the bane of your existence.

Johnny's had them over for birthdays, holidays, sleepovers... Not to mention the times you've gone to pick him up from training and were allowed into the locker room, only to get an eyeful of too much bare skin on all those men as they paraded around half-dressed; in towels; in underwear, or even in less than that.

It became a matter of time until you gained someone's attention. No wonder, pretty lass like you, with your sweet smiles and playful quips... coming to pick up your bulky winger brother, of course you'd catch someone's eye.

Kyle Garrick is the team's Hooker... but he's also known as a manwhore, the town bicycle, or whatever you wanna call him. The lads all know that if they go out drinking, Kyle is not going home alone, and, worse, they know that Kyle could and would seduce their cousins, sisters, mothers, and girlfriends, if not kept in check.

That's part of the reason why Johnny nearly had a fucking aneurysm when he caught Kyle outside the locker room three days ago, with a hand pressed against the wall beside your head, looking down at you with a smug little smirk on those perfect lips of his.

He knew what was happening, the way Kyle was looking down at you, the way you were looking up at Kyle, smiling all cutely, backed up against the wall, while his own teammate put the moves on you and talked about taking you out, his free hand gently playing with the strap of the dress you were wearing.

Johnny, however, missed the way Simon, who was standing right behind him, stiffened up and bristled at the sight of Garrick flirting with you. You didn't though. You caught it as soon as Johnny cleared his throat next to you with a "Should I pull up a chair and wait fer ye to be done?". Simon's eyes were glued to you, his brow set, his jaw clenched...

That's what he gets.

Simon, whom you've had a massive crush on for years now, who you pine for, whose attention you crave... and who only ever comes to you for a quick lay...

Simon, who rolls over after sex and tosses you a towel while he's putting on his clothes, telling you to 'hurry up' so he can take you home.

Simon, who always stares at you like he's going to eat you whole every time he lays eyes on you.

Simon, who chugs half of the ice cold water bottles he's given during breaks in practice, and uses the rest to douse himself in water to keep himself cool.

Simon, who knows how your eyes always get drawn to his legs and his bulge in his uniform, and rolls up his shorts before doing lifts, just for you.

Simon, who comes to pick you up whenever you call him, tipsy, from some bar or club when going out with friends.

Simon, who sends you 'u up?' texts at 2 in the morning when he's drunk.

Simon, who scoffs and chuckles whenever you breach the 'us' topic.

Frankly, you're not even actually trying to get with Kyle, especially not with his reputation (nothing against him, it's just not for you), but you needed to do something.

You're tired of waiting around for SImon to get his head out of his arse. You're not a toy, you're not going to stick around and be 'friends with benefits' with him, except barely friends, and with little benefits.

He's getting what he fucking deserves.

You didn't anticipate, however, how upset Johnny would be at the idea of Kyle taking you out. In fact, it was poor planning on your end because from the moment Johnny saw you with Kyle, he attempted, multiple times, to convince you not to go out with him... And if the DMs Kyle sent you are any indication, he also tried to talk Kyle out of it.

On the other hand, Simon didn't once try to intervene. Despite the look he shot you on Tuesday, he did not in fact reach out to talk to you, even now, as Friday comes along and you stride into the restaurant, hanging off Kyle's arm...

There's nothing from him. No texts, no DMs, no calls, nothing... So you guess that it's done, over. He got the memo, finally...

Your phone starts buzzing inside your bag while you and Kyle are halfway through sharing your appetizers. Looking down at your phone, you narrow your eyes when you find Simon's number ringing.

Really? Now? You don't think so.

So, you hang up.

Only for it to start ringing again immediately after. Simon. Again.

Grunting, you end up picking up. "What?"

"I'm outside. Let's get out of here."

You're hyper aware, suddenly, that the host has sat you and Kyle by the windows overlooking the car park... And you can see a car with its headlights on pointing right at you.

"I don't think so."

"Then don't think. Just do what I'm telling you."

Bossy, as always, that's how Simon is. Everything is on his terms, never on yours.

"I'm having dinner." You fight him, as always. This push and pull of yours has been going on for three years now... And Simon always wins. It makes him cocky.

"Not with him you're not. So you better get out here before I go in there and embarrass you."

With a sigh, you nod. "Fine, I'll be right there."

Turning off the call, you turn to Kyle, explaining you have to leave. His brows knit together and he looks at you with puppy eyes, asking why, and, short of a proper explanation, you do the same thing you've been doing to Johnny for the past three years: you lie.

"Johnny said he got a bizarre text from our mam and he tried calling her and she isn't replying."

"She's on these new sleeping pills, so she might have just knocked out while watching telly..."

"But he's worried, and he's on the other side of town, so he asked if I could go home and check on her..."

And Kyle, as much of a manwhore he is, he's also a gentleman, and is one of your brother's best friends. If your mam might be feeling sick, he's, of course, driving you home and helping! He was raised right.

As you leave the car park on the passenger seat of Kyle's BMW, you're hyper aware of the familiar Range Rover trailing you down the road, always a couple of cars behind, but always there... always lurking.

You reach your childhood home in record time, and start fumbling for the keys inside your clutch while Kyle trails up behind you to the front door. "I think I've got this from here, Kyle."

"No way, I love your mum like she's my auntie, if she's not doing well, I'm here to help,"

"No, really, it's okay, I'm sure she's fine..."

"Love, really, I'm not leaving you like this, not before I make sure that she's alright-"

Suddenly, a large, pale hand comes to grip Kyle's shoulder from behind, Simon's eyes shining in the darkness of the night, barely illuminated by the light by the front door, before his full face reveals itself.

Like a Ghost. That's his nickname. Fast, stealthy, there when you least expect it. Both in the rugby pitch and out of it.

"Don't worry, mate, I've got this." Simon announces, causing Kyle (and you) to freeze.

"You're here too?" Kyle asks, seemingly surprised, just as the taller fullback player removes his hand from his shoulder.

"Johnny called me too. Was worried about her being alone if mam wasn't doing well," Simon says naturally, as if he isn't also lying through his teeth, though his eyes never leave yours, catching and not planning on letting it go.

"Okay... well..." Kyle says and looks back and forth between you and Simon, seemingly catching the weird vibe between you, before he nods. "I'll go home then. Text me?" He asks you. "We can have a rain check."

Gulping thickly, your gaze slowly moves back toward Kyle, and you nod with a soft smile. "Yeah, yeah. Of course." You say softly and move over to kiss his cheek, before watching Kyle go back to his car and pull off.

You're turning, keys now in hand, to unlock the door when one of Simon's large hands grabs yours, stopping you. "What are you doing?" He asks you.

"Going home?" You retort as you look up at him, feeling the warmth of his fingers wrapped around yours, clutching lightly. "Ye can go now. Congratulations, you ruined my date. Yer work is done."

Simon chuckles and takes a step closer to you, tilting his head at an angle and regarding you with those dark, deep brown eyes of his, the same ones that always make you feel like he's trying to burn you with his gaze.

"That's cute that there, sweetheart." The Mancunian tells you before he lets go of your hand and pushes you along with a hand on the small of your back, away from your front door. "Get in the fuckin' car." He orders and uses his eyebrows to point at his jeep, his voice carrying the same strong tone that he reserves only for bossing his teammates around during practice.

You know better than to defy him. So you tuck your metaphorical tail between your legs and you nod, moving over to his Rover. He opens the door for you and helps you up by gripping a hand around your forearm, the other bumps you up by the back of the legs.

"How'd ye know where we were?" You end up asking once Simon has driven away from your street, your eyes locked on his as he drives, finally daring to take a proper look at him under the orange light of the street lamps you pass by.

Black hoodie, grey sweatpants, and some kind of running shoes. Those stupid bloody sweatpants... The same ones he usually wears when he shows up at your door, or you at his, or when he goes to get you from work or nights out...

You know he did it on purpose... To pick the most slutty outfit he has as he comes to break up your date with Kyle. The annoying grey sweats that hang off his lip, that hug his thick, muscular thighs, the ones that he never wears boxers under, to make sure you can catch the dick print in the fabric...

And his stupid blonde hair all spiked up with hair gel... It used to be brown, matching his eyes, but he bleaches it now, the idiot... You want to be mad at him, you really do... But when he glances over at you while he's driving, you can't really.

"Garrick's predictable," Simon says, his tongue spitting vitriol as he utters his teammate's name. You'd think he hates the bloke... and right now he might as well do. "Takes birds to the same 5 or 6 places every time. Your brother and I split up to cover half of them each." He explains.

Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest. "The two of ye have no right." You tell him, scolding him over interrupting your date. "I'm a grown woman."

"Right. That's what you told Johnny. Don't try to use that shite excuse on me." Simon tells you as he turns on the blinker and pulls over.

You haven't driven long. Less than 2 minutes. You could climb out of the jeep if you wanted to and walk home.

"It's not an excuse." You retort as you glare at him, keeping your arms tightly crossed over your chest.

"Right, because you want me to believe you really want to go out with Kyle? Or, let me guess, you 'can change him'?" Simon asks sardonically and laughs as he pulls off his seatbelt.

"I didn't say that." You retort. "I simply said that I can do whatever I want because I'm a grown woman.'

"No..." The blond says in a sarcastic tone. "You... did it because you wanted my attention... And you got it, sweetheart." He replies as he reaches over and unbuckles your seatbelt for you, his hands wrapping around your hip and back, tugging you over the gearshift onto his lap.

"I weren't trying to-" You reply, pushing back against his chest, but only half-heartedly, allowing yourself to be dragged onto him.

"Sure you were. But Gaz, really? Is that the best you can do when it comes to making me jealous?" Simon quips as he makes you straddle his left thigh, bringing you down to sit on it, the gusset of your panties pressed against the warm material of his sweatpants.

His stupid, muscular, hard thigh, the same one you can't help but drool over when you watch him in his tiny rugby shorts during practice and in the proper pitch...

You can feel the taut muscle, even through the fabric, the wait his leg flexes as you straddle it, the way he presses the weight of it against your core, and his fingers dig into your hip before dragging you back and forth.

You bite your lip hard to contain a moan, though he notices the way you're trembling, enjoying the look in your eyes, the way your body warms up, the way your back arches up. It puts a sick smile on his lips, one you wanna wipe off.

"It worked, didn't it?" You reply, trying your best to suppress the pleasure from showing on your face, and instead trying to seem smug. "You're here, right? Came to break up my date for a reason..." You say, clinging onto your little 'gotcha' moment...

Only for Simon to ruin it. "Oh that weren't jealousy, darling." He replies, his smirk beginning to grow into a proud, mocking grin, his dark brows rising and his cheeks puffing up with his smile. "I have no reason to be jealous."

Simon begins rocking you faster and harder against his hard thigh, causing you to whine and mewl, the pleasure building from the friction between your cunt and his thigh.

Your clit is slowly and steadily catching on the fabric, making you tremble and twitch atop him, feeling the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten as it always does whenever Simon starts playing with your clit like this.

"No, actually... Don't have a reason to be jealous about anyone." Simon replies as he leans toward you, pressing his nose against yours so he can properly look you in the eye. "Not Garrick... not Price... not any of those coworkers you're always talking about... nor your old uni mates..." He trails off.

"Simon..." You grumble, bucking your hips against him, wanting to chase your orgasm. How does he do this to you every time? Make you so horny, make you throw away all rationality, make you give in to him?

"I know, sweetheart, I know... Feels good, don't it?" The large man coos at you as he helps you rock against his thigh faster and faster, your hips stuttering and your legs beginning to tremble on either side of him as you steadily grow closer and closer to coming.

"You know what else I know?" Simon teases as he leans over and uses his teeth to nip at your neck and earlobe. "I know that I'll never have a bloody fucking reason to get jealous over you... because You're Mine." He tells you, his tone surprisingly authoritative.

There's something in that claim... the way he finally says the things you've wanted so badly to hear him say... Your climax crashes into you and you go limp against him, your head falling onto his chest and your jaw going slack as you moan incoherently.

"That's it..." Simon coos at you and gives you a couple of pats on your thigh, sliding his hand up over your ass, covered in a new dress you bought on purpose for your date with Kyle. Your cunt is throbbing inside your panties, your walls clenching around nothing and you know you've left a bit of a wet spot on Simon's sweatpants.

"You got off on that, huh?" He teases you in a mocking tone. "Been wanting to hear that for a while now, have you?" You can hear the smirk on his lips as you try to catch your breath and calm your racing heart. He's so fucking mean...

"Piss off, Simon." You retort and pull off him, pushing against his shoulders with both hands and moving pack to the passenger's seat. "Take me home." You say in a huff.

"Of course, sweetheart." Simon replies, his voice still smug and a large shit-eating grin on his lips as he bites his tongue, turning back onto the street.

After Simon pulls over in front of your house again, you hop out, fixing your dress and stomping back toward the house, displeased with his behavior. With him using your feelings for him against him. With him.

His phone rings, echoing through the speakers in the Rover. The small screen on the dash displays Johnny's contact name as Simon is watching you frustratedly fumble for the keys inside your clutch again.

"Been to all three spots. Did you find her?" The Scot's voice comes through the bluetooth speakers as the Mancunian watches you, running his fingers over his thigh where you left a wet stain on his sweats.

"Yeah, mate. Been keeping an eye on them. Kyle didn't try anything and he just dropped her off at home." He replies, watching you for a moment longer.

"Thanks for lookin' out, mate. 'm going for a pint right now..." Soap announces.

"Cheers," Ghost says in a nonchalant date, watching you finally find the keys and open the door, heading inside and turning on the hall light. "You owe me one, had a date planned but spent my evening going after your sister."

"Yeah... yeah... I owe ye." Soap retorts. "Come out me with me, then, 'm sure ye can find a bird at the pub." He offers.

"Nah, mate, 'm knackered. Going to get a good night's sleep." He says and watches you turn to glance at him (or more so his car) through the open door before you turn away again and visibly huff, closing the door behind yourself.

Simon shakes his head, snickering under his breath and saying goodbye to Soap before hanging up the call and grabbing his phone to shoot you a quick text.

"Ur brother is @ pub. Let me in."

Then, he stashes his phone back in his pocket, not even waiting for a reply.

His eyes return to the door and wait patiently, just a couple of seconds go by before you're opening the front door again. Simon smiles seeing that, turning off his car and hopping out.

His girl is so obedient.

[ Ghost Challenge Masterlist ] || [ My Masterlist ]

[eeksburner]

Masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Lover (Simon Riley x Wife!Reader): I cannot stop thinking about Ghost and being a cute domestic wife for him (Tw: Intense gender roles, kinda stalker Simon, smut if you squint)

Oh, Baby:Husband!Simon Riley x PregnantWife!Reader: How Simon would be if you were his pregnant wife as well as how he would be if he were a father

LOSERRR (18+) (Musician!Simon Riley x Reader): Inspired by Trent and Daria (TW: NSFW-brief mentions of sex, weed, and alcohol)

(SERIES) The way to a man's heart...(Simon Riley x SAHW!Reader): Cooking for Simon is how you won his heart and how you share your love (Work in Progress)

-Part 1, Part 2

To be loved is to be seen (18+) (Simon Riley x Wife! Reader): Headcanons of some quirks that Simon has (TW: NSFW, sex, p in v)

Peeta Mellark

Dinner and Dessert (Peeta Mellark x Reader) {Modern au}: You and Peeta meet in culinary school and build a little life together (TW: Swearing, mentions food and eating, and alcohol)

[presepohne]

— dove's directory

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ABOUT

DOVE / PRESE, 8TEEN, AMATURE WRITER, DESI / South Asian

main blog | all my works are nsfw, f!reader and sometimes x oc. the masterlist is kept updated when i post, except for drabbles. dd:dne contents. nerd, literature enthusiast, into psychological thriller and a lot of fucked up shit because why humans act like that huh?

NOTES

i do not take in requests.

irregular with updates.

english isn't my first language, so there will be grammatical mistakes. you are most welcomed to correct me politely.

do not feed my works to ai.

you're always welcome to send in asks <3 please share your thoughts with me!

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

[yeyinde]

okayyyyyyy. i've been reading too much quasi crime king romances (Layla Frost when i find you) and watching SOA with my sister so my next project after dogmeat is gonna be a SOA/141 biker au.

spitballing here but Price is the leader. Captain. finds a pretty, desperate thing on the side of the road and instantly turns all growly and overprotective. lots of lap sitting during important meetings with his hand on your throat, and a few "you don't get to walk away from me; once you're mine, you're mine."

Kyle is sent to threaten distract a local reporter who keeps getting a little too close to the truth for comfort. a completely normal, well-adjusted person who thinks crime should be punished. conflict arises when Kyle takes care of her stalker for her. what should be a quick, take the cash and run, pretty thing, or you better tell your family you want a closed casket turns into a dangerous game of cat and mouse.

Johnny falls head over heels in love with a down on her luck stripper and burns the club down so she'll only ever dance for him. unfortunately, it incites a gang war. oops.

Simon is tasked with getting rid of said rival gang. amid the carnage, he finds you. with the cub aptly named the sea, he supposes salvage rights applies.

[gloomwitchwrites]

3.5k Follower Spooky Bingo Event Masterlist

Featuring the following fandoms: Call of Duty, LotR, The Hobbit, & Star Wars.

** indicates a Community Label

Witch AU (complete) Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Historical AU / Early Colonial America / Puritanism & Paganism

Stalker AU (complete) Thorin Oakenshield x Female Reader

Mutual Stalking / Mutual Pining

Free Space (complete) Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Bluebeard Retelling / Patron God / The House is Alive

Werewolf AU (complete) ** John Price x Female Reader

Knotting / Mating Bonds / Pack Dynamics

Haunted House (complete) Thorin Oakenshield x Female Reader

Erebor Reclaimed / King!Thorin / Fall Festival

80’s Summer Camp Slasher (complete) ** Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Coworker AU / 80's AU / Summer Camp AU / Gore

Halloween Prank Gone Wrong (complete) Merry & Pippin

Shire Festival / Friendship

Haunted Hayride (complete) Frodo & Sam

Shire Festival / Friendship

Eldritch Horror (complete) Ahsoka Tano

Sith Magic / Sith Temple / Eldritch Monstrosity

Targeted by a Serial Killer (complete) Aragorn

Sauron's Influence / Solving a Crime

Liminal Spaces (complete) Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Hunting / Chase / Final Girl

Trick or Treating (complete) John “Soap” MacTavish x Female Reader

Dad!Soap / Domestic Fluff

Chased Through a Corn Maze (complete) ** John Price x Female Reader

Primal / Mask Kink

Cult Sacrifice (complete) Thranduil x Female Reader

Search & Rescue / Reunions

Vampire AU (complete) Thranduil x Female Reader

Sauron's Influence / Blood Drinking

Summon a Demon (complete) ** Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Incubus / Accidental Summoning / Mating Bonds

ao3 // main masterlist

[omgfangirlland]

Masterlist of- well… everything

Turns out- I like writing… Here are some fandoms I am interested in.

Fandoms

Detective Comics (DC, also known as Deny Canon)

Multi-Chapters:

-- Nothing… Yet.

One-Shots:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Drabbles:

-- Joker's daughter AUs - Fem!POV, 2 little things, one focusing on Harley as the main parent, the other being Joker's daughter since before he became the Joker.

More of Joker's daughter AU - this time Robin!Batsis, loosely based on info from the one above.

-- Isekaid!Immortal-but-not-really!Reader - tried to keep it Any!POV. Gore warning, the Reader keeps on getting killed and remembers dying, Bruce is implied to be obsessed.

-- Superfam x NoSuperpowers!Ben10!Reader - Fem!POV. Reader finds the Omnitrix, shenanigans, the neglected trope, not putting this under the crossover category due to this being more of an "What if" AU rather than a crossover.

Part 2? - Kinda, more focusing on PTAmom!Lex with little bits of superfam.

-- Lucky!Talia'sTwin!Reader - Fem!POV. Good dad!Ra's, happy ending, fluff, Bruce x Reader, match-maker!Talia.

Part two - more about the kids and overprotective Dami chasing threats(men) away

-- Batsis finding Batman x Joker fanfics - Fem!POV. Crack honestly. Reader is kinda mean, bit of a brat.

Part two - Joker finds you. He wants more. Part three - More rogues reaction, which family members knew, and in what order they found out. Part four - More shenanigans

-- Overprotective!Batfam, but it comes off as neglecting you- Fem!POV. Reader has brittle bone disease, heavily inspired by Jeff "Joker" Moreau from Mass Effect. She dies, but the fam goes back in time. Part 2 coming someday-

-- Klarion x Neglected!Reader - Fem!POV. Resentful reader creates mischief after Jason's death and Tim's installment, which brings the attention of two Chaos Lords. Unintentionally murderous Reader.

-- Stalker!Bruce x Fem!Reader - After your husband, Jack Nappier goes missing, and the police not doing anything besides declaring him dead, you officially meet Batman... Well... You jump on him.

Call of Duty (COD)

Multi-Chapters:

-- What Was, What Will Be (Multi-chapter, main focus is Simon x Reader, possible TF141 x Reader, coming… eventually)

One-Shots:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Drabbles:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Invincible

Multi-Chapters:

-- Nothing… Yet.

One-Shots:

-- The Lovers ( Requested, one-shot, Mark x Reader x Mohawk&Sinister!Mark, coming… eventually)

Drabbles:

-- Fem!Nolan!Reader going through it and then being thrown into the OG timeline - Talk about hard pregnancies, overall, not that dark, but be mindful ig.

Marvel

Multi-Chapters:

-- Nothing… Yet.

One-Shots:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Drabbles:

-- Deadpool and Immortal-but-not-really!Reader - Tried to keep it GN!Reader, platonic and romantic thoughts, yandere towards the end. Kind of an AU of the DC one.

-- Aware!Marvel Characters - Fem!POV. Focusing on Wade, Wanda, Dr Strange, Peter, and Tony. Basically, they realize the voice encouraging them to keep going during hard times is someone from a universe where they are fictional.

-- Mutant!Reader x Wolverine - Fem!POV. Implied Younger Reader, but still legal. It's just fluff, man.

Danny Phantom

Multi-Chapters:

-- Nothing… Yet.

One-Shots:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Drabbles:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Creepypasta

Multi-Chapters:

-- Nothing… Yet.

One-Shots:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Drabbles:

-- Nothing… Yet.

The Walking Dead

(I want to reread the comics, be nice about me being slow on this one, I stopped watching the show on the sixth season 🥹)

Multi-Chapters:

-- Nothing… Yet.

One-Shots:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Drabbles:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Supernatural

Multi-Chapters:

-- Nothing… Yet.

One-Shots:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Drabbles:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Crossovers

Batman x Invincible

Multi-Chapters:

-- Masterlist of The Shadows That Nurture

One-Shots:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Drabbles:

-- Nothing… Yet.

DC x Marvel

Multi-Chapters:

-- Nothing… Yet. (Really want to write a Spider!Reader x batfam, maybe still neglected- hmm)

One-Shots:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Drabbles:

-- Batsis gets thrown into the Marvel Universe - Fem!POV. Focused on Eddie/Venom and Loki more than anything, but there are some thoughts on the others.

-- Loki!Reader x DC -- Going off Thor 2011 where Loki says "I could have done it father! For you! For all us!" turning to John C. getting attached. Implied Yandere!John.

DC x Supernatural

Multi-Chapters:

-- Nothing… Yet.

One-Shots:

-- Nothing… Yet.

Drabbles:

-- Ghosts!Martha&Thomas Wayne, and Neglected!Reader - Fem!POV. They do their best to take care of the poor baby since their son is being a shithead, but it doesn't turn out the way they hoped.

Part two with a Supernatural crossover - a short continuation as requested by a handful of people. And here is an expansion on how/why Bruce called Constantine. Part two AU with magical born/adopted kids - thoughts- I had too many, had to cut a lot of repeating🫠 --- Part three of the AU above - Alfred's thoughts/point of view.

-- Constantine's apprentice/adopted daughter - Fem!POV. Sunshine reader, doesn't listen to John C and finds herself thrown into the past where she saves John W. John C gets headbutted.

DC x Percy Jackson

Drabble:

-- Demigod!Tall!Buff!Reader - Fem!POV. Left at this random camp, you adapt fast- what do you care for your deadbeat parent, fuck 'em. Years later, you adopt take under your wing a boy and his friends after he's forced to leave.

Multi Crossovers

-- Batman!Fem!Reader x Marvel x Creepypasta - Not all happening at once, two different instances on the same post. Drabble. Implied obsessed Tony and mainly thoughts on Slenderman.

-- DC x Marvel x Invincible - Edna!Fem!Reader, Good dad Lex Luthor, and Bruce being the baby snatcher of events.

-- DC x Alien x Predator (x Stranger Things? just the demodog) - Neglected!Batsis gets a Demodog, a Xeno-Dog, a Predator Hound, and its master. AKA Elder Yautja x Reader before the relationship starts.

Actually meeting the Yautja - knowing the elder and the others. Dates and delusional Bruce - talk of time spent with Cetanu and Bruce refusing to think you left willingly.

Some other things to be mentioned: I don't write MLM. Any!POV or Fem!POV only. Multichapter fanfics will only be fem!pov to make it easier on me(English is my second language and while I identify as non-binary- I will lose my thoughts while writing and will cry).

Y'all can request stuff, even from other fandoms or just like reader x random made up yandere char, but I don't make promises on fulfilling them. I am doing this for fun.

I don't think I'll ever do smut, maybe something lewd, but straight up porn I don't think I'm good at(I say as I hide my weirdly Janitor and Chub ai shaped chats). Reader will always be Bisexual, unless otherwise specified.

I won't write l0lic0n or sh0tacon, be@stiality or incest. But mosterfuckery and legal age gaps I'm okay with. A required, pleeeease MDNI but when has that ever stopped them, it sure as hell didn't stop me and I'm not going to go out of my way to do what your parents should be doing.