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working at a hardware store, you're too familiar with the odd customer. couples who come in with specifications so detailed, you can only imagine they're for kink purposes; women old enough to be knocked out by the fumes of the paint they purchase, looking to remodel after their husbands passing; men on the verge of a mid-life crises, more devoted to their lawns than they are their families. and though it takes a couple hours of dedicated customer service to get them out the door, satisfied with their purchase, that comes with the job that sees you paid. so it's not so bad. generally fine.
a one and done sort of thing.
(of course, that's because none of them hold a candle to this freak.)
cargo net, nylon cordage, duct tape, disinfectant. all that's missing is a shovel, and the police wouldn't fault you for calling this purchase in.
"moving?" you ask, tongue lashing against your best interests in face of the oppressive presence across the counter. a monster of a man, almost too big to fit through the store. thick arms and neck, a healthy serving of fat over every muscle, filling the space of his shirt beyond what it was sewn to handle. the camo balaclava is both ridiculous and an essential component to the intimidation he strikes in you, framing a set of eyes that squint at your remark.
(jesus, you didn't think people like him existed in real life.)
he looks like he's about to bite back, but decides against it.
"hunting." he says, then nudges the objects towards you like he has somewhere urgent to be at 10 pm. but okay, fine, you can take a hint. you scan the suspicious list of things and tally up his total.
"uh, 85 quid. thanks."
"bloody extortionate." the man mutters, stacking his purchases upon one, curled arm, before throwing a pink note your way.
nonplussed, you don't notice the offence immediately. the matter of payment is instead superseded by his offhand exit, his shoulder shoving open the door, head bowing to shrug out. and you watch as he walks across the parking lot, long strides taking him there in three steps, and watch as he slips around the brick perimeter. only then does your stomach settle.
but at that point, it's far too late.
50 pounds stare smugly up at you.
that asshole underpaid you.
by the grace of the gods (your manager), your shift ends soon after. it's a wonder you manage to get to your car at all, migraine splitting your skull in two. though it should be doing something to alleviate the pain, all your body wants to focus on is the lightened bulk of your wallet, now missing 35 quid after paying the difference out of pocket.
you take the time once you're seated to smash a fist repeatedly onto your steering wheel.
"fucking fuck! cock sucking bastard, son of a bitch!"
the screaming, though cathartic, drills your sorrows further into your head. you're temporarily blinded when your head slams back onto the headrest, phosphenes overwhelming your vision. little stars, ropes, knives and dots dancing over the windscreen.
it's a miracle you're able to discern the eyes in your rearview mirror as real.
"well, which is it?" the brute from earlier derides. his hand comes over your jaw, big enough to trap the whole lower half of your face in his grip. tucks his pinky under your chin, too, the makeshift muzzle keeping you from biting. it's all you can do to breath â long, filtered gulps of air, the space between his fingers smelling of salt. something sticky smears onto your nose. "am i a bastard, or the son of a bitch?"
not a one and done thing, then.
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Random COD MW crackle drabble 2
You: *gets home and makes breakfast* How strong do you like your coffee?
Price: I like my coffee how I like my women. *smiles and winks*
You: *stares, slowly narrowing your eyes* I'm too autistic for this. *walks away*
Soap: *snickers*
Price: *groand and sighs*
Ghost: *is on the couch vibing with your cat*
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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/nâs a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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family: âwhy are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?â
me whoâs been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:
#smut#relatable#neteyam x reader#jake sully x reader#loâak x reader#tonowari x reader#miguel oâhara x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#konig x reader#draco malfoy x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#ellie williams x reader#harry potter x reader#rick grimes x reader#dean winchester x reader#neytiri x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#edmund pevensie x reader#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#robin buckley x reader#five hargreeves x reader#leon kennedy x reader#gojo satoru x reader#rafe cameron x reader#logan howlett x reader
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Husband Simon Riley who has scared the shit out of you so many times and so badly that on certain occasions youâve almost cried.
He doesnât do it on purpose; he swears. Heâs just so silent when he moves that you donât even realise heâs right behind you until you turn around and let out a loud scream.
One night, youâd gotten up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. You couldnât be bothered to turn the light on in your on-suite but as you were washing your hands, your saw a massive figure in the doorway. You let out a blood-curdling scream, only realising it was Simon when he switched on the light and looked at you as if he were crazy.
However, when he saw you tip your head into your hands and saw your shoulders shake, heavy with emotion from fear and shock, he knew he had messed up. He gently pulled you into his arms, carrying you back to bed and apologising profusely.
âIâm so sorry, baby.â
âI didnât mean to scare you that bad.â
âShouldâve spoken so you knew I was there, yeah?â
He makes it up to you eventually and promises to start speaking whenever he walks behind you in the future.
#call of duty#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x you#cod x reader#ghost cod
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Simon âGhostâ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife
You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, whoâs walking alongside Soap
âOh! Sorry about that, sir.â You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for
The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met in his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him
That one smile and he was done for
âWho was thaâ?â The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghostâs attention still fixated on you.
âThink that was my wife.â
âYer what?!â
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife
Well, everyone apart from you apparently
He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base donât exactly run themselves
Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case
Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course
By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, itâs understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as itâll be changing soon enough anyway
âYou can call me anythinâ you want, love.â His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. âSo long as you call me, that is.â
By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isnât a date) heâs wondering if youâll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and his cock into you
You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself âHusbandâ, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently werenât aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as heâd saved your contact under âWifeâ
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe youâre only playing
âAch, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.â Soap said, seeing Ghostâs approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand
âSâfor my wife. Get your own.â The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where youâre curled up on the couch, reading a book
âAw, thank you honey.â You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips
âHappy wife, happy life, sergeant.â Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other manâs pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch
âGod, maybe I really should keep you.â Youâd laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him
Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses
âIs there some sort of party happening?â Youâd questioned, confused out of your mind
âSuppose you could consider it a party.â Heâd answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white
âNow while youâre lookinâ through dress sizes,â heâd added, taking your left hand in both of his. âYou know your ring size? Got my own shoppinâ to do âround here.â
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when simon wakes up in a hospital, the last thing you expect is for him to grab your hand, pull you close, and say, âhey, there you are, love.â his voice is so soft, so sure, it leaves you speechless. you stare at him, half in shock, because this is ghostâsimon riley, the one person whoâs kept every feeling locked up.
âsimon, do you⊠do you remember anything?â you ask, testing the waters.
he blinks, looking at you with confidence. âof course, i remember. youâre my wife.â
you freeze. his wife? this is new, and youâre not sure where he got the idea, but before you can correct him, johnny walks in, taking one look at the two of you and biting back a grin. he leans in, whispering to you, âmaybe just⊠go with it for now, eh?â heâs got that teasing glint in his eye, and something tells you thereâs no harm in humoring simon for a bit, if it can be helpful for his recovery.
so, you go along with it. and to your surprise, simon doesnât act confusedâin fact, heâs more open with you than heâs ever been. suddenly, heâs holding your hand like itâs the most natural thing in the world, always looking for you, keeping you close, calling you âloveâ or âdarlinââ in front of everyone. heâs even got that soft smile every time you catch his eye, one that makes it hard to remember this isnât real.
the teamâs amused but supportive, playing along with the whole story. simon keeps asking you little things, like what your favorite meal is, or how you usually spend your days when heâs away, as if filling in gaps in a life he believes you share. you find yourself answering with things that feel so genuine, and the way he listensâfocused, attentiveâfeels more intimate than anything youâve shared before.
one day, youâre patching up a minor scrape on his hand, and he just watches you, eyes soft, like heâs memorizing every detail. âi donât know what iâd do without you,â he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. itâs so genuine, so open, that for a second, you forget itâs all just part of his memory loss.
then, one night, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, eyes serious. âdo you ever think about us?â he asks softly, like heâs trying to get at something just out of reach. âhow weâd be if things were⊠different?â
youâre not sure how to answer because thereâs no script for this. âsometimes,â you admit, feeling a pang of something deep and unspoken. and for the first time, youâre almost grateful he canât rememberâbecause maybe, just maybe, itâs the only reason heâs letting himself be this vulnerable with you.
as the days pass, you start catching little glimpses, small things that make you wonder if he knows more than heâs letting on. he catches you watching him once, and instead of asking why, he just gives you this little smile, one that feels like heâs in on the secret. and just when youâre starting to think this is all some kind of twisted dream, he pulls you aside.
âi know iâm supposed to remember,â he whispers, âbut i donât want this to end. not yet.â
itâs in that moment you realize the truth. heâs been aware all alongâheâs been pretending just as much as you, holding on to this fragile, temporary illusion because, maybe, he needs it just as much as you do.
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GHOST uses to workout quite frequently, because of his job in military. He never admits it loud, but he likes to be in good shape. He likes the glances that youâre sending him when heâs taking off his shirt on purpose to present you his muscular back, covered in black ink tattoos.
Thereâs only one thing that he hates during his daily routine â push ups. He doesnât know why he dislikes to do that workout, itâs just happen. He prefers other exercises, but while heâs at home, without the gym equipment, itâs just whatâs left for him to stretch those arms muscles more.
But fortunately, recently youâve got an idea of how to make this workout more pleasant for him. You find yourself on the floor, underneath Ghost while heâs grunting and sweating. Itâs not what you think it is, but that doesnât mean it isnât making you feel in a certain way.
You like the view from down there. Heâs shirtless and the only piece of clothing that he wears are the grey sweatpants. The way heâs looking and sounding makes you want to wrap your legs around his waist and just keep him down.
âDonât try to give up, because youâll squish me.â You giggle once Ghost makes another push up, giving you a quick kiss in meantime.
âNot gonna, doll.â He says back in breathy tone, pushing himself back up. He grunts again and lower himself down, giving you another kiss.
You make this exercise quite enjoyable for him.
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Absolutely cannot have fresh shaved/waxed pussy around the 141 boys.
Soap will cry over it, mourning the loss of your bush and "talking his girl(your pussy) through the loss" ie fingering you until you're soaked and sore as punishment.
Price will make it his mission to give you beard burn, shaking his head like a damn dog while he's eating you out, scratching the hell out of your pussy and thighs with his beard. He's trying to bleach the damn thing you just know it.
Ghost is the worst. Taking the opportunity to leave his dental imprint in the soft flesh surrounding your clit. He's going to bite until you're sobbing just to see the dimpled marks he's left.
At least Gaz is sweet. Pressing little kisses over the newly shaved/waxed skin, giving your clit soft little licks and pulling back to rub his fingers against your clit with gentle praises. Until you realize he's been doing that for the last hour, giving you just enough to keep you making those nice breathy noises but never giving you more. Maybe you should try Soap again...
#cod x reader#x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#john soap mactavish#john mactavish x reader#soap x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick#gaz x reader#captain john price x reader#captain john price#price x reader#f!reader#this may or may not be based on real events#but ill let yiy try to figure out which it is
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simonâs first instinct was always to protect youâbefore himself, before anyone or anything else. whether in dangerous situations or small, everyday moments, his reflexes kicked in without hesitation. every action was a subtle yet undeniable promise: iâll always keep you safe.
sidewalk rule? it was non-negotiable. he always made sure he was between you and the street, shielding you from traffic. if you drifted too close to the curb, his hand would find the small of your back, guiding you firmly to his side.
âstay here,â he would murmur, his tone gentle yet resolute, as if daring the world to try anything.
whenever the car came to a sudden halt, simonâs arm instinctively shot out in front of you, bracing against your chest. the seatbelt shouldâve been enough, but he never trusted anything more than his own reflexes.
âyou alright?â heâd ask, his hand lingering just a little longer, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort.
in a crowded space, simon always led the way, carving a path with his broad frame. his hand would stay on yours or at your back, making sure you stayed close. and on a full train, he caged you in without hesitation, using his size to shield you from the press of strangers. his arms rested casually against the poles, but his stance was clearâno one would get too close.
whether you were climbing into the car or walking through a door, simonâs hand would always reach out to guide your head, ensuring you didnât bump it. in the kitchen, heâd gently tilt your head away from open cabinets, all without thinking. it was pure instinctâsmall actions that spoke louder than words.
one night at 3 a.m., a car backfired down the street, the sound tearing through the stillness. before you could even react, simon had you pinned beneath him, his body shielding yours entirely. his heart raced, convinced it was a bomb. even after realizing it wasnât, he didnât let go, whispering against your ear, âiâve got you, lovie.â
you could wear whatever you wantedâsimon never cared. he wasnât possessive, but confident. no one would dare glance too long in your direction, not with him at your side. and if anyone was foolish enough to try, one sharp look from simon was enough to make them think twice.
with simon, protection wasnât just instinctâit was devotion. in every gesture, every glance, every step, he ensured you knew: your safety will always come first. because to simon, loving you meant keeping you safeâalways, no matter the cost.
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Telling Ghost/König you are too heavy for him to pick up or sit on his face, and he doesnât say anything at first so you think he just accepted it even if your heart kinda twinged a little in pain because you know you are just not skinny enough-
Only for him to send you a video the next day: in the gym, looking mighty hot in a compression shirt and sweatpants just a touch low on his hips, and lifting a bar with ease. On a closer look? The weighs attached to the bar weigh far more than you do. And he so easily maneuvers and controls and manhandles itâŠ
Between the heat curling in your stomach, face pink and thighs clenched shut, you almost miss the incoming text.
Never too heavy for me, doll.
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You're sprawled on the couch when he comes in the room, eyes zeroing in on you instantly. He doesn't give you the chance to greet him, stalking up to you as if you're his prey. Which, in this moment, you probably are.
It's not hard to tell he's still in that soldier headspace he gets stuck in sometimes. He looks tired. Stressed.
You're about to get up and ask him what he wants, what he needs, once he's looming over you, but the words die out when his hands shoot out and start squeezing your breasts.
You don't stop him, but you do laugh a little, incredulous. "What are you doing?"
"Fluffin' your tits." He's gruff, both in tone and groping. "What's it look like?"
"That's not how- nevermind." You chuckle and fondly roll your eyes. "Why?"
"Cuz they're mine," he says as if that's reason enough, and you suppose it is.
He let's go to get on the couch with you, batting your legs open to settle between them. The man practically flops on top of you with enough force to push an oof out of your lungs, but you can tell he's careful not to crush you entirely. His arms shove underneath your body, squeezing tight as he nuzzles his face against your newly fluffed breasts. You bring a hand up to scratch the back of his scalp the way you know he likes, and he sighs, melting into your body.
"Just like a big baby." Your chest bounces with silent laughter, and he gives a little sleepy warning nip to your clothed breast.
"Stop gigglin'. Tryna nap."
You almost laugh harder. He's not dispproving your point, but if this is what he needs, who are you to deny him?
"Alright, alright, I'll let my soldier rest." You calm yourself, softening your voice. "And I'll be here when you wake, too."
You know you're forgiven when he grunts and presses a kiss to where he bit.
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Random COD MW Crack Drabble 1
~::~ For mysterious reasons Price, Soap, and Ghost are sitting in your livingroom because they magically appeared there. Also because I said so. ~::~
You: *in the other room realizing you need to feed the men in your home but are broke* 43 FUCKING CENTS! I NEED A SUGAR DADDYYYYYY!
Soap: *bites back a smile*
Price: *snorts*
Ghost: *stares into oblivion having disassociated from this plane of existence*
You: At this rate, I'm fucking ready to plaster my pussy on the sidewalk for some loose change!
Soap: *turning red from holding back laughter*
Price: *covers his mouth to keep from losing it*
Ghost: *has ascended beyond the mortal realm and lives in the afterlife of space and time*
You: *singing like Lin Manuel Miranda didn't put his whole bussy into Hamilton* Spare change! Spare change! Anyone got some. . . Spare change?!
Soap: *is now turning blue from holding his breath*
Price: *is getting to the same level*
Ghost: *is on Mount Olympus passing judgment on Zeus as the god's dick is now where near as might as Ghost's*
You: *singing now as you start to disassociate as well* Walking in a winterland. *walks out ready to go get groceries*
Soap: *has passed from holding his breath for so long*
Price: *struggles to breathe* Everything alright, Love?
You: Absolutely not, but that's about normal.
Ghost: *silently digs in his pocket and pulls out a wad of local cash and hands it to you* Make sure to get decent tea and not shitty plain black.
You: *stares at the cash and sighs heavily* Yes Daddy.
Soap and Price: *scream cackle as you leave*
A/N: Here's the video this is based off of. You're welcome.
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sugar daddy simon but he doesnât know how this arrangement actually works so sometimes, in the middle of the night, you get a wire transfer.
you would always send simon a message regarding the recent activity on your account; what once started as, âhi mr. riley, it seems like you have made an incorrect deposit into my account,â turned into, â????â because of how frequent it got.
sometimes, simon has legitimate reasons â âi want to see you tomorrow,â or âiâm taking you to the bahamas this weekend.â
but often, his reason is just â âiâm thinking about you.â
this one makes your heart churn the most, and you insist on returning the money back to him because thinking about you isnât worth five-thousand pounds directly transferred into your account. but simon insists; says youâre too good for him so you deserve more than he could offer.
(âbut iâm a jealous man,â he grunted in your ear when he had you bent over his island. âso yer mine, arenât yâkid? all mine?â
you moaned out your yesâs, nodding and crying out that no one does it better than him. that no one could ever compare; no one could come close.)
he is⊠an odd man. you love him, in spite of.
you still remember the first time this whole wiring money happened, and after his comfort and placations, you had at least offered to meet up with him to make his deposit worth more than his thoughts about you, but simon had justâŠ
> Oh. Iâm out of the country.
yeah. heâs your strange dork. your beloved daddy.
(youâd kill for him.)
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i do usually stick with the idea that simonâs got some insane stamina and can go for multiple rounds but something about simon being spent after one round is just so hilarious to me.
in his defense, your tight cuntâs, well, too greedy â sucking his poor cock into her until heâs all drained out and just laying limp on the bed, trying to catch his breath, fearing for his life too maybe.
âyouâre tired?â you asked, the genuine innocence in your voice making him grumble, his hand gesturing you on top of him. not your fault, anyone would assume this big guyâs got more in his store.
ânot really been doinâ all this before meetinâ you, love. donât have the time in my job.â he panted softly, calloused hands gripping your hips as you settled on top of him.
âbut you have time for me?â you smiled. his heart skipped a beat, and in that moment, he had decided that if heâd die like this, this was the best way.
âfuck, youâre gonna kill me.â
#still would fuck 10/10#come on this guy's aging#just a tired man#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#cod x reader#simon riley#mikawrites.â
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Simon who married your family when he married you.
He wasn't used to it, the open affection your relatives showered him with. He would die before he admitted it, but he was nervous as shit when he first met them. First impressions sometimes created lasting impressions and he didn't want you to feel torn if shit went left.
And then he met them and "Welcome to the family!" That's the first thing that your mother said when meeting him. Okay.
"Well sit down, baby. We don't bite none," is what your grandmother greeted him with. Sure, why not.
And then it snowballed from there.
He'd never been one for pet names. Didn't really care for 'em until you came along, but every time your grandmother calls him Baby he melts. He bloody fuckin' melts. A huge puddle of goo. Simon realizes why you're so protective of her and he becomes the same way, too. He's her Baby and she's his Girl. He doesn't make the rules, he only enforces them. You can only roll your eyes and shake your head as your grandmother gleefully continues to indulge his sweet tooth.
Your parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings weren't any better, calling him Son, Brother, Nephew, Cousin and similar, clapping his back, including him in things, inquiring about his wellbeing, and bloody fuckin' hell Simon realizes he actually has a family now whether he likes it or not.
It didn't truly hit him until you two wed and your parents, your mom with tears in her eyes and your father beaming with pride, declared that they had a new son to love.
A new son. A new brother. A new nephew. A new cousin. A new baby.
A new family all his own.
And fuck if Simon didn't feel the lump forming in his throat.
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