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What Is the Best Bicep Workout with Dumbbells?
When it comes to sculpting impressive arms, the biceps often take center stage. The best bicep workout with dumbbells can offer a simple yet effective way to achieve muscular, well-defined arms without the need for complex equipment. Dumbbells, due to their versatility, allow for a wide range of exercises that can target the biceps from various angles and with different levels of intensity. This…
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Ranking of 15 Biceps Exercises from Worst to Best
Explore the comprehensive guide to sculpting your biceps with our curated list of 15 exercises, thoughtfully ranked from the least to the most effective. Whether you're a fitness enthusiast or a seasoned gym-goer, discover the optimal techniques to target and enhance your bicep muscles. From commonly practiced routines to hidden gems, our detailed breakdown ensures you make informed choices for your workout regimen. Unleash the power of precision in your arm training with this definitive ranking, designed to help you achieve your fitness goals. Elevate your bicep workout experience with insights into the best exercises for optimal results.
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This is so fucking sexy to me it's ridiculous
#alex marquez#motogp#THAT SMILE#LIKE#FUCKING HELL SOMEONE LOOK AT ME THAT WAY#PLEASE#PLEEEEEAAAASEEEEE#pretty please#AND THE FUCKING POSSESSIV HAND ON THE BIKE -#GAYS MY ASS IS RIGHT HERE#OUT YOUR HAND ON MY LOWER BACK LIKE THAT#AND I AM MELTING#THE SLIGHT FINGER CURL#FUCKING HELL I AM OVERANALYZING WHY THIS IS SEXY AND ITS NOT HELPING MY CONCENTRATION#Someone have a casual conversation like that while having their hand on my ass/ lower backnot caring about anything#Help.#Someone lock me away#Theses thoughts shouldn't be on the internet#MY APOLOGIES TO ALEX MARQUEZ
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RE: Kon and his curls. I do genuinely believe like, in the early days of moving in with the Kents, there was at least one time where he fell asleep after exhausting himself. Took a shower but didn’t bother doing anything to his hair, probably even left the window open so he could get a breeze in while he slept. Then he woke up the next morning to a mini lion’s mane.
Probably spent a good amount of time just sobbing, before Ma found him and calmed him down. Showed him what she used to do for Clark’s hair when he was a kid
LSKDFJSD YEAH!!! YEAH EXACTLY you get me. you get me
ma being like oh buddy. its okay. this has an easy solution. while kon goes NOBODY LOOK AT ME WAUGHGGHH is just so charming. like its funny but also its sweet and a lil touch sad bc i mean kon's vanity does stem from how he internalized that, like, his image and marketability is so important.
but also it's still funny to picture him refusing to come down for breakfast bc he's panicking and doesn't own any hats that would cover his hair bc he never wants to cover his hair. and ma and pa are like ah... we've been here before. sdjkfhjdks
LIKE... realistically he's probably had hair fiascos in hawaii too (like, saltwater AND high humidity? he's dried off after surfing looking real silly for sure.) but there's still something here. we can make a kon & the kents bonding experience out of this. i believe in us
#answers#clarkkent-irons#kon ttking his hair down into curls but he cant concentrate on it while also trying to eat breakfast. is this anything#kon
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hi so, checking in (sorry, its personal bullshit again, ill get back to the fandom stuff you actually wanted,,,, eventually)
things. are going bad. like, really bad, like last january bad. like im about to lose all my personhood again bad. im hoping its still just going to be a small blip and things will start upticking soon, but. im bracing for that not to be the case. it feels different to me
i vaguely mentioned earlier in the week taking a bit of a step back, and ive decided to extend that into a full break. my queues probably going to run out before im back, though i have slowed it down some. thatll be the only noticable difference for 99% of people. i wont guarantee any dm responses on here, but ill do my best for the couple of people who have me on discord
i didnt really want to do this again but it gets messy in my head, and ive found the best way to control the clawing beast of attention and need and the things that make me want to be a person i dont want to be is to cut it off at the source. its not nice, and it hurts, and it definitely kills the chances of making friends but. i promise you its better than the alternative.
ill see you when i see you, i guess. i hope its soon. i hope this isnt how it feels to be. i hope the feelings that have existed this week go dormant again. but itll be what itll be. i can't change that
#i know these things do not matter in the long run but it feels important to me to say#easier to concentrate on public presence than the emotions of it i guess#nyxtalks#vent#not going to lie to you my friends. im scared#the problem is ultimately. it all feels rational in the end. it feels weighted and worthy and not just a product of mental illness#so i can sit here and feel as in control of my headspace as i want. its just i agree with my darkest thoughts#am i even a person worth the effort? all evidence points to one very clear answer#anyway#it scares me. ive felt more at home in my skin these past few months. had some rough spots for sure but. i hoped this would go away for muc#longer. i hoped i could at least get a couple of years#i dont know. i live in hopes of an impossible future where the dark doesnt get so dark you know? i think thatd be nice#i still can't function in any of the ways a person should. but at least i wouldnt be such a burden then#itd be easier to carry. if it was lighter#i dont really know what im saying im just. scared & sad & spending my entire day at work catastophising (and sm stuff there is NOT helping)#and all i really want is to lie curled up with my friends and not move for days and be held and comforted and feel a love that is true#and i dont even think thatd change things. i dont think anything can help me#even in my most fantastical scenarios i dont change. im just easier to love that way#ok im going to shut up now i dont think any of that had a point. its just rambles for me and me alone#ill see you when i see you. dont know when but i will be back. i can promise you that much#i have plans to keep for now at least
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U got me doing curls at the gym holding a print out of ur selfies like a soldier in the trenches with a photo of his sweetheart back home
this made me literally laugh out loud omfg. good on you keep at it and you will love the results. my favourite thing about lifting is watching the number go up especially from the early gains.
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We had another "ai pioneer" speaker for our mandatory forum today...
#it's like my concentration asked for more relevant speakers for us and then the monkey's paw curled...#personal#I hate that they're equating our concentration to 'ai' bc man this is NOT it#HE SHOWED US LIKE 5 OF HIS 'AI MUSIC VIDEOS' AND THEY WERE ALL BAD!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭
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nothing quite like ditching ur 3 hr class to catch up on hmwk and for you to sit down and immediately feel groggy and exhausted and be unable to concentrate to do ur hmwk and before you know it those 3hrs have gone by and not only have you done no work you also still feel tired
#i got extra sleep then usual. Why is my body betraying me#im too tired to concentrate and do physics things which is bad because. That's what my hmwk IS#i wanna curl up somewhere and take a nap so bad#idk if it'll help but#lilac post
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SOUL SUCK !
it always started off with groans. deep, guttural ones that seemed like he had a beast within him, dying to come out when you slipped his tip past your tongue. your ears would perk at how he wasn’t shy to make a sound at every movement you made with your mouth; whether it was your lips kissing down his length or your cheeks sucking against it.
“fuck ! i-i love your mouth !”
gojo turned weak — he let loose. and you lived for it.
when you sucked his cock it was as if you were eager to snatch his soul. no fucking around or teasing and being timid, just somehow having the ability to send him into another world.
you wanted his toes to curl and begin to ache as you jacked him off with one hand and another massaged his balls. he could only drop his jaw wide open before you took him fully in your mouth.
it was all too much.
but that only meant gojo’s mind was a mess. so his body reacted by itself. he flinched randomly and fidgeted in his spot, ass clenching until you grabbed onto his thighs.
how was he supposed to concentrate on one thing when you were so fucking good at working on his cock. all he could do was shudder, light gasps escaping his lips as he balled his hands into fists by his side. there was no point laying a hand on your head and forcing you to keep his dick in your mouth when you were already throat fucking him.
“shiiiit, just need your gob round my c-cock, ugh-”
but when it got to that point, gojo turned into a whiny simp (which you loved) and let out the most heavenly moans.
“aah, p-please d-don’t sto- !”
you were past needing to be told what to do — his dick was yours. gojo simply went limp, dick twitching as he released himself in your mouth, balls starting to throb as they rested against your chin.
#gojo satoru#gojo smut#satoru smut#gojo satoru smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo x reader#satoru x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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the tongue?!
Pedro Pascal in Triple Frontier
Pilot boy
#i can’t cope#his profile#the concentration#that curl of hair at his cheekbone in the first one#*screams into pillow*#frankiiiiiiiiiiie#triple frontier#pedro pascal
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“juuuust like that baby, you’re doing so good,” gojo satoru sighed, his brows furrowed as another deep sigh starts leaving his lips the second he feels your hands work just the way he loves.
“yeah? like that baby?” you ask, watching his hands move up to his face as a low groan escapes him. his body tenses up as you keep on going, thighs flexing unintentionally beneath you.
he nods in response, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted as you lick your own in concentration.
though, you sigh, “toru, you need to relax for me if you want me to release all this tension in your thigh.”
he nods once more, “yeah, sorry baby.”
a moment later you’re done with the massage you had promised him, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you start to realize how all of this was actually sounding. “god, satoru.. all of this could be so taken out of context,” you laugh, watching him open his eyes as a sly smile curls into his lips.
the silhouette of the sorcerer is laid out in front of you in just his boxers. his sculptured back against the headboard of your bed, strong thighs beneath your hands and a body that looks like it’s carved by the gods themselves.
“i’ve got no idea what you’re talking about sweetheart.”
a hum slips past his lips as he grabs you by your forearms and pulls you up to his lap with ease.
“you hands just work wonders,” he says with a smile, his own hands moving to the plush of your hips, giving them a nice squeeze as you lean down to his level.
your lips are dangerously close to his as you giggle softly in reply, “they’re just always eager to make you feel good.”
your hands trail from his shoulders down his abs, your nails grazing his skin, feeling chills run down his body as a breathy chuckle escapes him. “i know they are baby, mine are feeling juuust the same..”
and a second later you feel the flat surface of his hand hit your ass roughly and sharply.
you let out a breathy moan as you shoot forward a little, a scoff leaving your lips after as you give him a pointed look, the corners of your lips curling up, “really?”
he shows off his stupidly pretty smile and nods, squeezing the flesh of your hips once again as he leans towards you the slightest bit, “you complaining?”
you shake your head softly, tilting your head the opposite of his as your lips just barely touch. “oh i wouldn’t dare.”
“mhmm, good. now c’mon, gimme a kiss.”
and of course, you give him what he asks for.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk gojo#jjk gojo x reader#jjk gojo satoru#jjk x you#gojo satoru#gojo fluff#gojo smut#jjk reader#gojo x reader#gojo x you
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𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𐙚⋆.˚
Choso loves to make to squirt. Refusing to slow down the harsh snapping of his hips as you mewl underneath him. Your hands being held above your head while he fucks you meanly. Small beads of sweat coating his forehead from his concentration.
Rolling his hips with every thrust at the perfect angle. Pride swelling in his chest when your body continued to tremble. Shaky cries escaping your swollen lips as you moan for him. Your chest heaving with heavy breaths.
“C-choso— ahh, ‘s too much. ‘M so- nngh… ‘m so sensitive.” You cry, fresh tears sitting prettily on your lashes before running down your heated cheeks. Choso leaning down to kiss them away with a smile.
“I know baby— haah, ‘m s-sensitive too. So sensitive.” He breathed with a moan. “Love this pussy so much, wanna see her squirt f’me. Please make her squirt f’me.”
You let out a choked whine, back arching as yet another orgasm swelled in your stomach. You soft sobs of his name only fueling his drive as he kept his pace strong. Hammering into you with his free hand on your clit. The contact to the overly sensitive bud pulling a short scream past your lips.
“O-oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ‘m— fuckk.” You let your head fall back into the sheets. Vision blurred with tears as your lips parted in the sweetest whimpering moans. Clenching down on Choso with a final cry of his name.
“Hmmm, let it out, please let it out.” He begged, face sinking into your neck to breathe you in with a cracked moan. “Need you to let it out f’ me.”
He could feel you shake underneath him as loud noises dripped off your tongue, your toes curling the second you felt it wash over you. Letting out a silent scream as your pussy gushed messily. Your slick dripping off your boyfriend’s cock while you drenched his thighs. “Y-yes, oh shit— that’s it. Thank you so much baby.” Lewd wet sounds beginning to arise when he kept going.
“Chosooo, i thought we were done,” you sniffled, glossed eyes meeting his matching ones.
“W-we are, i promise. Just gotta— f-fuck.” He allowed himself to fall onto you when his body quivered lightly, eyes rolling back with a string of groans as he buried himself deep in you. A small stripe of drool running past his lips and onto your skin as his cock twitched against your walls. Pumping you full with thick spurts of his sticky cum.
Now he was done.
#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader smut#jjk choso#choso x reader smut#choso kamo smut#choso kamo x reader#choso x you#choso smut#choso kamo#choso x reader#choso
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god going on a date with johnny whom you matched on tinder and he's the type of guy you avoid like the plague; jaw-dropping good looks, cheeky ㅤㅤsmiles, hits the gym more in a week than you've done all year and worst of all, could charm the pants off a snake.
so it's truly no wonder that you end up letting him bury his face between your thighs and lap at your glistening sex until your moans almost turn into screams and you haven't even left the bar's driveway, then left to watch johnny wipe the condensation off the windshield with a spare shirt so he can drive you home all the while his chin drips with your slick.
he fucks you against the front door once inside, legs hooked over his arms, then again over your couch, hand curled around your throat, and again, in front of your full length mirror while he tells you how pretty you look taking all of him, to look at how pretty you look, his crystalline eyes latching onto yours through the reflection, pretty as a peach.
then he leaves you with his spend sticking your thighs together, a languid kiss that tastes of you, and with his personal number on a scrap piece of paper.
and that's the last you hear of him. he'd said that he's quite a busy man, military and whatnot, and all in all, while you'd raked your nails down his back on the first date, it had been a date. you require more than good sex to get into a committed relationship.
a swipe of your thumb brings up tinder again, and you match with another bloke not your type. big, broad man, biceps the size of your thighs with a deadpan stare that sees right through false bravado. but he's doesn't seem to care in the slightest that he makes you nervous, doesn't care that you stutter out responses to his rather abnormal questions.
simon takes you home and sits eerily silent with his hands dwarfing the steering wheel as you chew on your lip before tentatively inviting him in for a nightcap, and you must be the luckiest person on the planet because he's just as devoted to your pleasure as your last partner.
he brings you peak after peak with his tongue, his fingers, swirls your pearl with the tip of his misaligned nose. then he lets you be on top first, concentration knitting your brows togethee as you try to fit all of him in and pride warms your cheeks when you can hear his teeth audibly grind as his fingers bite into the soft of your waist once you take him to the root, thighs flush against his hips.
you come undone more times than you can count, the neighbors more than likely knowing his name by the time he walks out the front door (after checking the locks on your windows) and that's that.
until it isn't because a text from johnny awakens your phone screen, an invite to a restaurant downtown next saturday, one you've only ever fancied of eating at and well-
a date is a date, isn't it?
you tell him to pick you up at seven and he tells you to wear something you wouldn't mind letting him keep underneath, preferably something in red. (must've seen that particular number while you looked for some sleeping shorts before he left that night.)
hopefully you won't feel too bad breaking things off with whoever doesn't ask you to be theirs first.
(simon and johnny fuck each other to the thought of you back at base, simon's fist viciously tight around johnny's cock as he's got him drooling into the flattened pillow, almost like she's fucking you too, eh, johnny?)
#the prompt was you having sex with them and worrying about how to keep them unaware of each other#meanwhile they're in cahoots baby#two peas in a pod#ghoap x reader#ghoap x female reader#ghoap x you#cod smut#simon ghost riley x reader#johnny soap mactavish x reader
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answer the call pairing: reader x bsf!rafe synopsis: rafe fucking his best friend while she's on the phone with her boyfriend warnings: smut, piv, unprotected sex, possessive rafe MDNI! - wc: 1k it's the fourth day of my birthday week celebration!!! god, i spent the entire day running around my apartment doing chores bc i refuse!!! to do chores on my actual birthday n now i'm so tired i might go right to sleep ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
rafe had you on all fours on your canopy bed, holding onto one of the posts for dear life as he pounded into you, the bed swaying every time he thrust his cock into you, one of his hands gripping onto your hair while the other rested on your ass, occasionally giving it a sharp smack, causing you to let out a noise that was between a gasp and a yelp.
"aww, look at you." rafe cooed mockingly with a tug at your hair, the blonde panting behind you "so fucking desperate for me to fuck you. bet your little loser boyfriend can't fuck you like you need to be fucked, hm?"
you hated the words that were leaving his lips, but you couldn't deny that he was right; your boyfriend definitely couldn't satisfy you the way rafe always seemed to be able to do, he couldn't hit that spongy spot that caused you to curl your toes, or rub your clit in the way that caused your back to arch off the bed. not like rafe did.
"say it," rafe commanded, "say that he can't-"
rafe let out an annoyed growl when he was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing on the nightstand. his initial plan was to tell you to ignore it, but when he saw who it was, he got a whole new idea, a grin taking over your lips.
"answer it."
"w-what?" you looked back at rafe with furrowed brows, thinking that he must be joking, but as he continued to pound into you, there was no sign of hesitation on his face, only a wide, cruel grin.
you reached for your phone from the nightstand, rafe slowing his pace as you looked at the caller id with widened eyes, almost waiting for it to change into something else, but clear as day, there was your boyfriend's name, along with the contact photo you set for him, a picture of you two taken at a carnival.
"do it before i do it for you." rafe mumbled as he bent to press a small kiss to the back of your neck, grabbing your ass roughly. and hesitantly, you pressed the green button visible on the screen as rafe pulled out of you.
"h-hi, babe." you said, trying your best to steady your breathing as rafe teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, the hand that was in your hair just moments ago going down to rub your clit.
"hey, everything good?" the voice on the other line asked, and you had to hold back a moan by biting down on your lip as rafe's middle finger brought some of your arousal to your clit, starting to slowly rub the puffy bud.
"yeah, everything's good." you chuckled, "i was just working out."
when you said that, you felt rafe's tip slowly starting to enter you, stretching your walls as you tried not to let out any noise, your boyfriend going on a tirade about something that you honestly couldn't give two shits about at that moment.
rafe continued moving in and out of you, at first at a slow pace, slowly building it up; all the while your boyfriend was talking, and you occasionally let out noncommittal hums and 'mmhm's, but the harder rafe was fucking you, the harder it was to concentrate on anything other than him, and trying to keep quiet felt like rocket science at that point, and you were starting to taste blood in your mouth from how hard you were biting down on your lip.
"i-i gotta go." you said into the phone, nearly panting, "i'll see you later." you said, hanging up before he could even get a word in, feeling the band in your stomach getting closer and closer to snapping, letting out a moan you'd held in for too long the moment that you were off the call as rafe started pounding into you relentlessly.
"say it." rafe commanded behind you, your eyes squeezed shut, your mind hazy with pleasure, confused as to what he was talking about. "say that your boyfriend can't fuck you the way i fuck you."
you were a panting mess as he continued hitting the spot inside of you that only he seemed able to reach; a part of you didn't want to say it, didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but the moment the palm of his hand landed on your ass, you yelped, the pleasure almost overwhelming.
"h-he-"
"nuh-uh. your boyfriend."
you let out a small whine when he corrected you, trying to steady your erratic breathing as he continued thrusting in and out of you.
"m-my boyfriend... can't fuck me the way you do..."
"atta girl." rafe chuckled behind you, and the way his fingers continued circling your clit while he pounded into you from behind was getting almost overwhelming, and rafe could tell that you were getting closer by the way you were starting to clench around him, the blonde letting out a groan, "gonna come in this pretty pussy..." he mumbled, "she's practically begging me to... wants me to show her who she belongs to..."
a part of you wanted to protest, but you were so close that your mind was clouded by all the bliss he was making you feel, the world around you getting so hazy that you couldn't bring yourself to care as long as you got to come.
and as soon as you felt the band in your stomach snap, rafe's cock buried deep inside of you, he couldn't help the almost animalistic groan that left his lips, warm pumps of cum filling you up
#rafe cameron#outer banks#rafe cameron x reader#drew starkey#outer banks fanfiction#rafe fanfiction#rafe x reader#rafe outer banks#rafe imagine#rafe smut#rafe fic#rafe obx#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron outer banks#outer banks smut#obx#obx season 4#outer banks fic
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simon being delusional and pretending he's in a relationship with you because he has no game and can't work up the courage to approach you. maybe you're someone average and unimportant—like the waitress at the pub he frequents—but you've caught his attention, and he can't stop thinking about you.
he hasn't really interacted with you because he's always sitting at the bar with the rest of the boys, but you're sweet and polite, and he can't help the flurry of daydreams that rush through his mind.
he thinks about taking you home after your shift and nodding as if he's listening to you ramble about your night, but really he's concentrating on the soft rumble of your voice. he thinks about cleaning your tired face in the bathroom while you're perched up on the sink, a hand cupping your face to keep you upright while he quietly admires your pretty features. he thinks about dragging you into bed and holding you close to him, offering all the warmth you deserve as you curl up against his side.
he's got his head so far up his arse that when you actually approach this intimidating man who's been boring holes into your head to ask if he's alright, he kind of just short-circuits because you're actually speaking to him? there's no way his perfect girl is right here in front of him. he must be dreaming.
he doesn't realise he's just staring until you clear your throat and nervously say if he should ever need your help, to just ask. and then you're speed-walking off, praying he doesn't take you up on your offer. meanwhile, he's mentally playing russian roulette with a fully loaded gun because how did he fuck that up?
#awkward simon my beloved#meet cute to make up for the filth i've been dropping#ghost#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#rainwrites 𐙚
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Doing my nails rn and I couldn't help but think of simon
"What's 'at for?" His gruff voice questions as he watches you carefully apply a layer of gel over your nails.
"So my nails won't break." Your reply is short. You kept your attention on your nail, carefully putting a thin coat of transparent gel over it.
"An' that?"
"That's the color, Si." You replied, looking at him from your spot.
He was, theoretically, watching the telly. Even his team was playing, yet his attention remained on you, the way you stick your tongue out as you painted your nails.
You were sitting next to him on the couch, one leg curled up to your chest as you carefully, minding the cuticles, coated your toenail with a thin layer of glittery gel polish.
Simon, of course, won't admit it. He's just watching the game.
But there's something so mesmerizing about watching you be... a girl, you know?
The way you put those weird curlers into your hair.
How you concentrate, trying to make your nails look good.
It always amuses him how frustrated you can get when doing your makeup, insisting that your eyeliner, in fact, does not look the same on both eyes. It does to him.
To Simon, you were as beautiful in a 3 day old shirt and with messy hair as you were in a classy dress with a full face of makeup.
Because at the end of the day, it didn't matter what you did with your appearance. It was still you.
#cod#simon riley#cod x reader#call of duty#call of duty x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader
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