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neighbor!reader x simon 'ghost' riley pt 7

Your neighbor, Simon Riley, didn’t have a clear schedule that he stuck to day to day. That was probably by design, you decided, it matched up with the mysterious descriptor you had placed on him so soon after meeting him. It might have been part of what drew you to him in the first place.

The only time you really knew he’d probably be home was when you looked through your bedroom window and saw his car parked in the back lot behind your apartment building. It wasn’t that you looked for his car or anything. You just happened to notice it sometimes, and you happened to know it was his.

There was no way he knew you were possibly paying attention to that sort of thing anyway, right?

The weather continued to get colder where you lived. Snow was an almost permanent fixture on the ground now, and there was usually at least one day a week where it would snow more than just a light dusting.

Even on the mornings after a particularly heavy snow, you would always wake up to your vehicle being completely cleared of all snow. It was almost like snow had never even touched your car. How did that even-?

You had an inkling as to who it might have been, but you held your tongue. It was more fun to be in limbo.

It was the time of year that you liked to make your favorite four ingredient toffee, and you especially made it on those long, cold winter’s nights. The nights before you knew it would snow, you always left a good-sized bag of your chocolate-covered toffee on Simon’s welcome mat in front of his apartment door. It was always gone the next morning.

You really hoped it was him taking it, and not some weird welcome-mat pirate this time of year.

The local weather stations were all forecasting a record-breaking snowfall starting late that evening. It was a good thing you were all stocked up on sugar and butter, the main ingredients for the toffee you always gave your mysterious neighbor. As soon as you got home from work that day, you got to work making the largest batch you had ever attempted.

You had four entire baking pans lined with foil and filled with cooling toffee on your counter when you finally decided to look out your window again. It looked almost pure white outside. You stood there for a few seconds, admiring the tranquil scene outside before groaning in realization.

Goddamnit, did you really leave your emotional-support water cup in the car again?

You ended up convincing yourself that your slippers would be good enough to take you to your car in the parking lot. After all, your boots were almost dry on your boot drying rack by the front door. You didn’t want to put on damp boots and get them all snowy again.

Your logic was impeccable. Fuzzy socks and slippers instead of snow boots. You were only going out to your car for one thing, after all. It’s not like you were planning on hanging out outside. In and out, or rather, out then back in.

Out was done, no problem. Your robe was tied snugly against your waist, the hood draped over your head. It wouldn’t be comfortable for long-term outdoor time right now, but for a few minutes, sure.

You made it all the way out to your car, just to realize that your car was locked, and you had left the keys in your apartment. With a groan, you turned back around, your fuzzy socks and robe already wet with falling snow, and made your way back to get your keys.

Keys in hand now, you again made it all the way out to your car without trouble. You walked in grassier areas if you could, but once you got to the actual lot, you couldn’t avoid the ice-covered pavement.

You couldn’t help the small, proud smile on your face at your almost successfully completed mission on your way back to the apartment building side door. You were almost there. Just a few more steps-

Oh, no.

It just so happened that Simon was returning home around that time. In fact, he just so happened to be on his way to the apartment door himself, just ten or so paces behind you. You couldn’t hear him, though, through the sound of the blizzard.

But he saw you. And he saw you start to fall.

Simon wasn’t about to let you hit the ground. Not if he could help it.

He wasn’t sure what came over him.

“What were you thinking, love?”

“S-Simon-? Holy-” Of course. Of course it was him. Of course he was the one that saved you from your icy, painful doom. But he hadn’t just caught you-

You had landed on him. He had dove towards you to keep you from falling on the icy concrete.

“Are you okay?” you asked him breathlessly.

Simon grunted. “That’s what I’m supposed to be asking you. What the hell were you thinking, coming out in a blizzard in a robe and slippers?”

Clearly, you hadn’t been expecting this to happen. And you hadn’t really been thinking when you went out into the blizzard in that attire. But damn it, you really wanted your water cup.

“Don’t tell me you came out here, in that, for the damn cup in your arms…”

Your silence was deafening to his ears, even with the blizzard still storming on in the background. You really didn’t want to confirm or deny his suspicions. Both sounded like a bad idea.

“You’ve got to be kidding me-”

You squeaked in his arms as he shifted to stand up, now holding you against his chest in an almost bridal-type manner. Your free arm wrapped instinctively around his neck, the other still clutching your water cup to your chest.

You thought about telling Simon that you could just walk yourself inside, no problem, but something told you to stay quiet. So you did.

Simon continued to carry you all the way up to your apartment door. He didn’t hesitate before turning the knob, knowing that you would probably have left it unlocked anyway. You half expected your feet to be touching the ground already, but instead, Simon set you down crossways on your couch.

“You got something dry to change into?”

You blinked up at him. “Y-Yeah, in my bedroom-”

He didn’t even let you finish before he was on his way to your bedroom himself, but only after motioning for you to stay put.

A small huff of air escaped your nose as you crossed your arms over your chest, watching Simon walk into your bedroom without a second thought. You were so stunned that you didn’t even care about the state of your bedroom, what you might have left out that morning, if your bed was made or not.

It didn’t seem that Simon would care about those things, anyway. The man was on a mission.

It wasn’t but a minute later and Simon had returned to you. In his arms was your favorite sweatshirt, fuzzy pajama pants, wool socks, and a thick blanket. You figured the blanket was probably just for good measure.

“Here, go ahead and change,” he told you. It almost sounded like a command rather than a suggestion. “I’m going to go make us some tea.”

“Okay- kettle’s on the counter, cups and tea are in the cupboard above it-”

Simon chuckled as he walked from the living room to your kitchen, shaking his head. “I know…”

You waited until he was out of sight to begin changing out of your wet robe and pajamas and into the new, dryer, warmer clothes that Simon had picked for you. By the time Simon returned to you with two mugs of tea in his hands, you were sitting on the couch in your dry clothes, the blanket laid out across your lap.

You couldn’t help but smile up at him. “So first you save me from cracking my head open, and now you bring me tea right to my couch? Am I in the Twilight Zone, Simon?”

Even with his balaclava, you could see him dramatically roll his eyes. “Drink the damn tea, love.”

It was stronger than you expected it to be, and a little bit more bitter than sweet, but you didn’t mind it, honestly. Maybe you could grow to like your tea better this way.

Just how Simon made it for you.

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Hi!!

do you have a master list? if not could you make one by any chance? i really like your neighbor simon fic but scrolling for is a bit of a hassle 😅

hiii friend I just whipped one together! Might fancy it up a bit later, we shall see

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Masterlist :D

🔥= spicy

neighbor!reader x simon 'ghost' riley

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🔥simon x reader

🔥established relationship hc

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pt 7 is in the works

so I usually update quicker than this but I got an idea in my brain and it's taking longer to write how I want it to go, and Simon isn't even *in the scene yet* and it's already longer than pt 6 😭 and I'm writing at a snail's pace. don't worry, it's stressing me out, too. and my ideas keep making it longerrr

deepest apologies, friends, but it should be worth the wait

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Hii darling!! I just fell in love with your writing, seriously 🥹💕 The way you write to Simon- ugh! I'm obsessed.

I would like to know if you accept any type of requests?👀 (like imagines, headcanons, oneshots, etc...)

Hmm that sounds like it could be fun!

It's so interesting to me that I first posted about Simon just over a month ago (I think November 10th?) after reading my first fanfic about him (yes it was smut, lmk if you want the rec/how I came across it lmao) and now I have people requesting me to write things about him??

I feel so unqualified for this but I will do my best lol

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moment of silence for me tonight when I played cod for the first time in over ten years, three hours into an edible, and I literally sent Ghost off of a cliff in the first minute of me playing while I was trying to aim my scope😂listen I play sims 4 and cities skylines and stardew valley, idk how we got here fam 😭but it seems we here now

I'll stick to tiktok and youtube clips 😂

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spicy!simon 'ghost' riley hc

established relationship edition

man is like at least 6'4 without boots, at least 6'7 with

but no matter his height, mans will drop to his knees if you ask him to in that commanding voice of yours

is totally dominant, when he is dominant, but also able to switch that off completely in order to obey your every command

it was *months* into your relationship with your neighbor, Simon, that you discovered this power you held over him

sometimes you wondered if it was too much power

Sunday mornings became your favorite. Sleeping in with Simon in his (or your) bed, his arms wrapped around you, his legs probably tangled with yours

the two of you would share an intimate morning, then have breakfast together

after breakfast, you would watch him take the dirty dishes, rinse them off, and load them in the dishwasher, all while not wearing a single piece of closing

he'd come back over to you, and you'd command him to drop to his knees

then you would reward him with his dessert. he's been such a good boy for you, after all.

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look at me

shooting my shot

also writing shameless fanfic again

but somehow mostly about this thicc cod guy

what a time to be alive

also my new pfp is my cat theo isn't he the cutest lil guy 🥺

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neighbor!reader x simon 'ghost' riley pt 6

The morning after you had shared a bottle of wine with your mysterious neighbor, Simon, you woke up to a new bottle of wine and your wine glasses, washed, from the night before on your welcome mat. You had expected the glasses, since you had forgotten them at his place after all, but not the wine.

Not that you were going to complain about that.

Wine nights with your neighbor, Simon, didn't become a regular thing. You weren't sure he had any regular things. His schedule was completely irregular, he was in and out at odd times, never following any sort of pattern.

Not that you were paying attention or anything.

You had a day off in the middle of the week, for some reason, and you decided to fill the day with baking, because why not? The weather was getting colder, the days seemed to get shorter, and you just needed something to lift your spirits.

It was just past eleven in the morning. Your Bluetooth speaker was playing absently in the background as you baked. You had already finished a few batches of cookies, making extras of the ones you knew were Simon’s favorites-

Not that you paid attention. Literally. At all.

It wasn’t until you were on your second loaf of chocolate chip bread that you finally looked up, for some reason, and there it was. The biggest spider you had ever seen in your life, right on the ceiling above your oven.

And you let out a scream.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley heard that scream.

He immediately knew it was you, and that it had come from your apartment. If his mask hadn’t already been on from when he had run his morning errands, he probably would have forgone it entirely in his haste to get to you, to the source of your cries.

However, he didn’t expect the reason for your scream to be a spider on the ceiling.

“Can’t reach it from down there?” He almost sounded amused. 

You jumped when you heard his gruff voice behind you. “Simon-! How did you get in-?”

“You left the door unlocked. Again. You need to stop doing that,” he chastised you before brushing you aside to get a better look at the beast on the ceiling. “Huh. That’s what made you scream?”

“Maybe…”

“It’s just a spider, love. It won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t like spiders,” you grumbled as you watched him grab the spider with his bare hands without even having to grab a step-stool, get on his tip-toes, or anything. His muscles seemed to bulge through the simple black t-shirt he was wearing with the movement. You couldn’t help but stare, although you tried not to look like you were gawking.

Damn.

“Clearly,” he hummed. “Are you baking again?”

That brought you back to reality, at least a bit more than you were. “Oh-! Yeah, I am,” you replied. You thought about making a joke about how you weren’t baking again, you were baking still, but you decided it wasn’t funny enough of a joke to try out on your neighbor. “Was it the smell that gave it away?”

“That, and the flour on your apron,” he replied gruffly, though you could almost hear a chuckle in there somewhere.

You could feel your cheeks heat up a bit, but you couldn’t tell why. Of course you had flour on you- you were baking, after all. Why were you blushing that he pointed it out?

“What have you been baking this time?” he asked you, still holding the spider in his bare hand. His gaze had shifted to the multitude of baking racks around your kitchen and on your dining room table, mostly filled with cooling baked goods. Cookies, dessert bread, muffins-

“Oh, just a little bit of everything,” you answer absently. “Anything that looks good to you?”

Now, Ghost had a decision here. He could go with the safe choice- picking a dessert that you had made, and you would likely let him have some, if not all of it. That was almost a guarantee, in his mind.

But he could also go with the wild card choice. He could say something that looked good to him that wasn’t something that you had baked that morning. But that was the more risky option. It could go one way or another, and quickly at that.

“Are those snickerdoodles…?”

He went with the safe choice. For now.

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Yours, Mine, Ours

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

wc: 1.5k words

warnings/tags: fluff

“So did the other two actually say no or did you just never invite them?”

“‘Course I invited them, you asked me to, so I did.” Simon replies with ease, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him. “They’re smart lads, lovie, they knew to say no all by themselves.”

You shake your head at him in disbelief but the smile that’s been plastered across your face ever since the two of you pulled out of your flat’s parking doesn’t budge. Simon’s been driving for a few hours now, and as stressful of an experience as that is alone, you’re too excited to mind the long journey in the car.

Simon is on leave for the next two weeks, something about Price having to attend a funeral following a death in the family, and deciding that everyone on the force was due for a bit of time off. Seeing as the Captain was going to be preoccupied during his time off duty, he had asked if Simon wouldn’t mind checking in on his house for him, making sure things were alright. He’d even offered for the two of you to stay in the guest room for the duration of their leave.

Simon had explained how Price knew that the two of you were living in a small flat in London, and apparently his home was in a beautiful, forested, isolated area which meant he had essentially no neighbours, something he also knew would appeal to Simon. He offered for the two of you to stretch your legs out there at enjoy the property, including the privacy that came with it.

Wanting to be polite, you’d told Simon he should extend the invitation to Soap and Gaz, thinking they might enjoy a nice, quiet stay-cation as well at their Captain’s place away from it all. It would appear your lover had different ideas in mind however. Though you couldn’t blame him entirely, the thought of having the cozy cabin all to yourselves was certainly more appealing.

Every which way you look outside the car, your vision is filled by endless blurry trees as you zoom by, the colours of the leaves having finally changed into the warmer, more vibrant colour palette that came along with the autumn chill. If the drive up to his property was any indication of how beautiful the area really was, then you were in for quite the treat.

Entranced by the beauty of the landscape in comparison to the city lights you’ve grown so used to, you fail to notice the glances Simon keeps sneaking your way, the smallest of satisfied smiles seemingly permanently etched upon his face beneath his balaclava. He was grateful that after explaining the situation and Price’s generous offer to you, you had been too excited to ask many questions, instead getting a jump start on packing a duffel bag or two.

You were one of the most intelligent, clever, curious people he’d ever known, and it was normally quite difficult to get anything by you. He was therefore feeling rightfully proud of himself as he drove you nearer and nearer to the home you believed belonged to his Captain. In actuality, there was no funeral for Price to attend, the sergeants had certainly not been invited along on your getaway, and the home you’d be staying in wasn’t Price’s.

It was yours.

Yours, and Simon’s.

The two of you had been living in that shoebox of a flat he’d considered as ‘satisfactory’ when he was only staying there as a bachelor, for far too long. As ideal as the location might have been, there simply just wasn’t enough space for two people to live together, even considering Simon’s absences for work and that fact that when he was home, you two were essentially always on top of one another anyways.

You’d both been searching for a new flat for what felt like ages now, none of the places you visited feeling like the right fit. Simon would be weary about a certain neighborhood, you’d be concerned with the lack of any balcony or outdoor space, he’d ignore the price tag that felt your eyes bulging, and you’d shake your head as you walked through doorways that had him needing to duck down.

Little did you know, Simon had been doing his own house hunting, outside of the city. You had told Simon you were fine with staying in London, understanding that it’s convenient to have everything near by. But Simon didn’t want to give you just ‘fine’. He wanted to give you a home. The home he intends to spend the rest of his life with you in, plans on carrying you over the threshold in your wedding dress, hopes to carry sleeping newborns in their car seats through the door.

For months now, Simon has subtlety been learning more about what that home looked like to you. He’d look over your shoulder as you scrolled through Pinterest, casually asking if you could show him your boards, you know just for fun, and paid very close attention when you showed him the one named ‘future house’. On his phone, he had a list a mile long in his notes app, from secretly writing down every comment you made while watching your home reno shows. He’ll casually ask you what you think of the houses you drive by, jotting down your answers in his mind, remembering likes and dislikes.

He believes that like you, it’s the people filling the home that matter more than the structure itself, as proven by the way you continue to put up with his minuscule flat. He knows you mean it when you say you’re alright with another flat. But he has the money goddammit, he has the means to do this for you, and when the listing came up for a home in what you’d revealed as being your ideal area to settle down in one day, the house resembling the amalgamation of everything he believed you’d described as being your perfect place, he knew he had to put an offer in.

And if there ever was anything about the house you didn’t like or wanted to change, he’d gladly do it for you, no questions asked. You want to paint the bedroom? Just tell him what colour you want. You want to change the railing on the wrap around porch? He’s on his way to the hardware store already. You need him to dig a stump out of the backyard to make room for your garden? Sit back and enjoy the show lovie, he’s on it. And when the time comes to build a crib? Well he may as well baby proof the whole house while he’s at it too.

He’s pictured your reaction a thousand times over in his mind. He imagines you’ll maybe give a small gasp when he turns the corner of the long driveway and you first see the cozy, two-storey home, surrounded by never-ending foliage of red, orange, and yellow leaves, the time of year perfect for appreciating autumn in the UK, as well as the privacy the tall trees grant you. He thinks the first thing you’ll comment on will likely be the windows, an item high on your priority list he knew to adhere to.

He imagines you kicking off your boots as you step through the door, pace quickening to explore every room, spinning in the kitchen as you joke about how jealous you are of Price. He pictures you groaning with envy when you spot your dream master bathroom, insisting to Simon that since you’d been tasked with checking in on the home you may as well see every room, right? He plans to explain away the obvious sparseness of the home as the Captain not having lived here long, as being very non-materialistic after all his years in service.

He’ll continue to play along for as long as he can, part of him knowing that you know him well enough that you’re likely to catch onto his deception at some point. However he hopes that before you start rummaging through kitchen cabinets and find them empty, too empty even for an absentee captain of a homeowner, that you’ll mention something along the lines of wishing you could stay here longer. That’s when he plans to slip a key into the palm of your hand, revealing that you might be able to stay longer than you believe.

The small piece of metal that’ll unlock the rest of your lives together, sits heavy in his pocket, in contrast to the light feeling in his heart when his hand reaches across the dashboard to grab a hold of yours, knowing that the content, lovesick smile you offer him is likely stretched across his face as well, staring right back at you.

Though you’re unaware that Simon is currently driving towards your home, and not away from it, you’re gently stroking the scarred skin across his hand, feeling as though your home is sitting right next to you, holding your hand and your heart at the same time.

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okay not to be vulgar but whyyyyyy the fuck did it take simon 'ghost' riley fanfiction for me to realize that hey. ya bitch might be a lil kinky.

or a lottle

why did it take fucking call of duty fanfiction for me to realize some shit i might be into

collars?

sub?

praise?

i'm so going to hell you guys but y'all are coming with me. we're gonna have such a kinky time.

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Prowl making you sign an actual consent contract before you are intimate for the first time. Paper and digital copies.

"Initial here."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely. And here-"

-

Prowl also making you verbally consent every time you frag thereafter. He may or may not be keeping those audio files somewhere in his hardware. Or was it his software? You never really knew.

"For the sixth damn time-"

"-no need to curse, y/n-"

"-I hereby consent to Prowl doing literally whatever he wants to me until I very explicitly tell him to stop-"

"-hold on. 'Whatever he wants?' Is that what you said-?"

"-Prowl, stop interrupting me-!"

yeah he doesn't stop

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simon 'ghost' riley

"On your back, love."

He didn't have to tell you twice.

No sooner were you on your back did Simon's body completely cover yours, his arms moving to pin yours at the sides of your head. His body was like the most delicious weighted blanket on top of yours, and heated, too.

Not to mention his tank-like muscles and hard as fuck-

"Simon," you moaned quietly as you felt his hips grind against yours. His lust for you was very obvious now, pressing stiffly against your lower abdomen. When he ground his hips against yours, it just rubbed all the right ways. "Fuck..."

"Dirty mouth, lass. You like that, don't you?" he whispered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin, making your body shiver. "You feel how bloody hard you make me?"

You opened your mouth to reply, but just as the words were about to escape your lips, his mouth moved to the sensitive spot on your neck. You inhaled sharply as he began to nip and suck at that sensitive spot.

Simon tightened his grip on your wrists, his lips moving from your neck to your collarbone. "That's it, love... Such pretty sounds you make for me..."

His lips didn't leave your décolletage for ages, it seemed like, and you just knew that you'd be able to see evidence of it in the mirror tomorrow.

Finally, his lips made their way back up to yours. You could feel yourself almost whine into his mouth as his tongue began to dance with your own. Your hips tried desperately to buckle up against his, as if they had a mind of their own-

Simon pulled back with a smirk. "Eager, are we?"

"Simon," you pouted desperately. "Please?"

Fuck, who was he to say no to your please?

With a low growl, Simon released your wrists from his grasp and began undressing you. He managed not to tear any of the fabric, although that wouldn't have been a first, as he basically ripped your clothes from your body until all you were left in were your undergarments.

"C'mon, Si, wanna see you~"

"Patience," he chuckled, beginning to unbutton his shirt. "Don't want to sound too eager, do we?" He was clearly having way too much fun watching you squirm beneath him as he undressed painfully slowly.

Once his shirt was off, he tossed it haphazardly to the floor, not caring about where it landed. His eyes were on you, and your eyes were on him.

His chest was littered about with scars, memories of his past, wounds that scared him not only physically, but mentally- and you couldn't help but be amazed by him. Simon, your Simon, was just so strong... He had been through so much...

"You need help taking those pants off...?" you asked him with a sheepish grin, your mind flipping back to where you were.

"Naughty little minx, thinks she's in charge," Simon mumbled as he began to unbuckle his belt. "Be a good girl for me and don't move, yeah? I've got this part." He knelt down at you for a split second to nip at your earlobe.

His jeans were finally gone, and the sight of the bulge in his boxers just about made your mouth water.

"Eyes are up here, lass," Simon smirked.

Simon began to climb back on top of you. The only barriers now between the two of your were his boxers, your panties, and your bra. And that was too much.

You gasped when you felt a rather large hand slip into the waistband of your panties.

His lips were next to your ear in an instant, right in time for him to groan. "So fucking wet already? Naughty girl..."

It took no time at all for the tips of his fingers to find your sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingertips began to swirl around, making you arch up against him instinctively as another whimper left your lips.

"That's it, love," he whispered, nipping at your ear once more. "Let me hear those pretty sounds of yours..."

His fingers began to pick up the pace, moving in small but rapid circles that only served to drive you wild.

"S-Simon-!"

"Doin' so well for me," he mumbled against your ear before leaving a small kiss just behind your ear. "Gotta make sure you're ready for me, hm?"

Simon was truly ruthless. He knew what he was working with, and let's just say it was much more than the average man's endowment. But he was also a gentleman when he needed to be.

As such, he refused to enter you unless you had at least come once. Just as a warm-up, you know?

His fingers didn't stop their assault until you had sweat dripping down from your forehead and you were panting like someone who had just run a marathon. Every time you had almost reached your peak, he would back off slightly and smirk into your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin.

"P-Please, Si, I'm gonna-"

It had been the fourth time you said those words, but this time, he not only kept at his pace, but he quickened it slightly as his teeth sank into your neck.

You could feel your body begin to fall over the edge of ecstasy. There was a thick tension, and then all of a sudden, your ears begin to ring, all sounds in the room fading into the background. The ringing lasted a few seconds more, until-

You cried out his name as your body spasmed in pleasure, your nails digging into his shoulders, leaving half-moon marks in his skin.

And his fingers were still going at it.

He could still feel your pulse against his fingers as they continued to circle against your clit, his tongue grazing over all of the bite marks and hickeys he had left on your skin.

His fingers finally slowed to a stop as you caught your breath. Simon pushed himself up a bit on his forearms to look down at you properly, and damn, what a sight you were.

Your chest was still moving up and down. There was a thin layer of sweat over almost your entire body, and your eyelids looked heavy with either pleasure, contentment, or both.

Simon smirked to himself before slowly leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "Don't tell me you need a break already. I'm only just getting started."

and to think, you still had your damn panties on.

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i'm sorry but i'm also not sorry. and you're welcome. cheers.

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never written smut before but ya girl is gonna try her hand at it

apologies in advance, it's so cringe and I'm only like five sentences in

why am I giggling

update: here it is, it is cringe, enjoy

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neighbor!reader x simon 'ghost' riley pt 5

Ghost really wasn't sure how this happened.

One minute, he was taking off his boots, about to take off his mask for the day (after closing his blinds, of course), when all of a sudden he heard a knock on his door. A familiar knock.

And now, there he was. Sitting on his couch, you sitting on the opposite end, his neighbor, both with glasses of wine, wine that he had purchased you.

How the hell did this happen?

You were talking. You had been talking for a while, actually, and he was pretty sure you were going on and on about what you did for work now. He cared about what you were saying, he really did, but he just couldn't seem to focus on the words coming out of your mouth.

He lifted his balaclava a bit and raised the wine glass to his lips and took another sip of the red. He nodded as you continued on, something about clients at work.

Ghost wanted to care about what you did for work. But for some odd reason, while he did care about it, he knew it didn't matter. If he had his way, you wouldn't have to work, anyway. And then it wouldn't even matter.

"Hm?"

"I was saying thank you for the groceries," you said softly with a small chuckle. "And all the other stuff..."

Ghost waved his hand absently. "No need, love. It's the least I could do, considering you keep me just about fed nowadays."

Oh, and when you laughed... He wanted to listen to that melody forever.

“I know, Simon, but still-”

Words were certainly coming out of your mouth, but the man might as well have been deaf. He was so focused on your facial features, how the dimple formed on only one cheek and not the other when you smiled or laughed, and how your eyes seemed to get a little wider when you were emphasizing something you were talking about. You were just so passionate, so full of life- and so kind.

Before he knew it, he was on his third glass of wine. You were only on your second, but that was mostly because you spent so much of the evening chatting, and he spent most of it listening.

Ghost couldn’t remember the last time he so willingly listened to someone go on and on.

“Sorry,” you chuckled after a while, raising your wine glass back up to your lips to take another sip. “I’m kind of hogging the conversation, aren’t I?”

The lieutenant didn’t reply immediately, as he was too busy watching your delicate fingers curl around the stem of the wine glass you were holding. In fact, it took him a few seconds to register that you had even said something to him that he needed to reply to.

Shaking his head, he quickly cleared his throat. “No, no, you’re fine, love. Besides, I don’t mind listening to you-”

Not one bit.

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I can see it now

Ghost meets reader at a bar.

Reader was dared by their friends to say hello to the man in the skull mask at the end of the bar with his buddies

You wager a drink that you can get him to talk to you

You walk right up to him and introduce yourself.

He's taller than you, even sitting down while you're standing up.

Soap and Price are speechless as Ghost just looks at you before introducing himself right back to you.

Is he smiling under that mask?

Who is this cutie just walking up to him like he's a normal average person not wearing a skull-painted balaclava?

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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😭😭😭

hi sirinn 💕

it’s been a rough week. was wondering’ if i could request some soft simon? maybe helping his so through a tough time?

love you bunches, hope you’re taking care of yourself!

i feel like this week has been rough for a lot of people. i hope you're resting, staying hydrated, and just taking care of yourself dear. i believe in you and so does simon of course ♡

you seemed to always hold a level head. it was rare for simon to see you falter, if at all. there was always a smile spread wide across your face, the apples of your cheeks pink, a sparkle in your eyes. your laughs would echo throughout your shared home whether it be from something simon had said, or something that you saw on the telly.

but today was not one of those days.

there was no sparkle in those eyes of yours, replaced with a tiredness that left dark bags under your eyes. you were slow moving when waking that morning, not putting much effort into your hair, and grabbing the first thing you found in your closet. your outfit was mismatched with khaki pants and a weird yellow blouse that simon had never seen you wear outside of the house.

your lips sat in a thin line, unmoving as you silently floated about your home like a phantom. there was no noise even as you packed your lunch for the day; not a peep as you slipped your shoes on and stepped out of the house.

and the second you left, simon got to work.

he knew you too well to know that you were just "fine", a word he had expected you to say if he had even dared approach you about the topic. he saw it in the way you slid along the house, slower than a snail as you got ready for work. he saw it in the dull look in your eyes, far too tired to even look up at him and whisper a simple "good morning".

it was late when you returned home. a later night than normal.

stepping inside of your home, you slipped off your shoes, placing them by the front door with a sigh, peeling away your armor piece by piece as you walked towards the living room.

you were met with the sight of a vase of flowers sitting front and center on the coffee table. white lilies to be exact. the smell of detergent hit your nostrils, and you noticed how clean the couch cushions looked from where you stood. the pillows were fluffed and placed in their respected corners.

the wood floors shined from being swept and mopped, reflecting the soft glow of the overhead light. the tv played one of your favorite shows that you always turned on when you wanted some background noise or needed comfort. the bookshelves beside the entertainment center had clearly been dusted, yours and simon's books organized in alphabetical order. just how you liked them.

the subtle scent of garlic hit your senses after a moment, the smell and a voice breaking you from your thoughts.

"welcome home, love."

your widened eyes darted up to meet simon's pools of amber. the corner of his lips were upturned in a slight smile, one meant only for you.

"hungry?"

your mouth opened and closed as you tried to speak, but nothing came out.

truthfully, you were shocked. simon did do chores around the house. he was fairly organized, clean, a simple man who didn't own too much. he always kept his space tidy. but sometimes things got out of hand, and lately it had been hard for you to keep up with the mess. your workload had been tripled. you had personal issues going on in your life that were difficult to discuss, even to simon.

over the course of a few weeks, you felt like you had been backed into a corner. alone and afraid. it seemed like the world had caved in around you, dragging you into a dark abyss that you felt stuck in.

yet despite that darkness there was a light that shined through, and he stood right in front of you, flour dusting his pale cheeks and an apron much too small for him wrapped around his waist.

your lips quivered. your eyes watered so quickly you couldn't hold back the tears that broke through the dam you had built over time.

but before the tears could break through, simon was at your side, wrapping you in the warmth of his body.

you were stubborn. you were independent, believing you could handle anything that came at you alone. however, right now you had to admit to yourself that you did need a shoulder to lean on. even for just a moment. so you leaned into simon's sturdy chest, letting your tears fall freely after all the time you had kept them bottled up.

"shh, love. don't worry. i'm 'ere."

he wiped at your tears. his warm hands glided along the crown of your head, flattening out the strands of hair that had grown messy throughout the day. you were sure you looked a fright, but simon seemed to care less.

"'m sorry," you hiccupped, tears staining his t-shirt.

"the hell ya sorry for, angel?"

"i-i-i shouldn't be crying o-o-over something so st—"

"'nough of that, yeah?" his gruff voice cut you off, but there was no maliciousness behind it. he loosened his grip on you, looking down into your teary eyes with an expression you had never seen from him.

"sometimes we 'ave bad days. everyone. myself included. we can't act strong all the time. s'alright ta need a shoulder ta lean on. ya don't need ta handle this alone. ya always there for everyone. always takin' the punches for everyone else. now let someone else take those punches, hm?

you felt your bottom lip wobble again, and when you didn't say anything simon hummed, his head tilting closer towards you.

"s'alright to cry. doesn't make ya weak. only proves that ya human. so let out those tears, dove. i'll hold ya until there's not a single drop left."