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Childhood frenemies! Simon

[ simon meets his old 'bully' in a bar ]

Please Do Not Go 1 2 3 Tags : chubby reader, f! reader, kinda bully reader, very harsh words, next chap will be smut, simons internal dialogue hates you, lots of teasing teetering on bullying, drinking

Simon likes going out to the bar with the 141, doesn't happen often when they're off duty, they all live so far apart but Johnny begged them all to go out for his 'birthday' (it was a month ago but he can't really complain, price said he'd pay as his present for soap and all he got johnny was a pat on the back but if cap's offering to pay, whos he to stop ‘im). He watches Soap and Gaz snicker to themselves, Johnny's arm slung over Gaz's shoulder as they mingle with the other drunks in the bar. Ghost drinks his beer, maybe the third of the night, not like it means anything, his tolerance is high, and it doesn't help that he's built like a tank. he eyes prices whiskey, wondering if he should get some scotch or vodka or something, something that would make the back of his throat burn a little more.

He decides for it, walking to the bar counter,

"JD, ice, thanks." He calls out gruffly to the bartender, one arm on the counter while he waits for the them to pour a shot of some JD with some ice, no doubt going to make it even more watered down, doesn't matter though, he'll drink it, he needs it after the mission they just came back from. His eyes scan the bar again as he finishes the remnants of his beer, Johnny and Kyle are chatting some birds up, they seem pretty interested, one of em is twirling their hair at gaz, the others biting her lip, her finger on soaps chest, and price is eying the soft girl in the corner of the bar, It was a rough mission, he can't blame em for wanting a warm body to bed for the night, he could look too, maybe the bartender, they gave him nearly half a glass of whiskey, maybe it's flirting in bartender speak, although it's hard to know if it's fear or flirting with him. It's really been a while since he's bed anyone.

He takes a sip, the smooth whiskey leaving a burn down his throat, the ice doing nothing to stop it, not bad for a bar jd. He watches the bartender but his focus falls to the entrance of the pub after hearing the bell chime from the door, the bartender lights up seeing the lady who walked in, calling out her name in such a cheerful manner and ghost feels his mouth go dry, alcohol doing nothing to help it. He feels himself straighten up unconsciously and rebukes himself when he catches it. His grip tightens around the glass, slamming it on the bar counter a little too hard, making the woman shift her eyes to the sound. If he was a lesser man, he may have turned to avoid her eyes catching his... he again rebukes himself for being a lesser man.

She walks to the bar, right next to him, smiling softly and ordering a drink, a shit one at that, he scoffs to himself. Her eyes fall to the man next to her, it would be strange if it didn't, its not everyday you sit down next to a brick wall, he turns back slightly to see if she's still there. His eyes catch her staring straight back, a grin on her face.

"It's been a while, Riley." Her voice is soft, but it burns in his ears. The conversations from the bar fade into the background, and ghost feels himself tense, cursing at himself in his head. The Ghost, tensing at a pretty lady calling on him? The same pretty girl who used to torment him in secondary school?

"Yeah." He says gruffly, darting his eyes back to the wall, fully intending on ignoring her.

She catches it, she always used to, seems like she still does, the way his eyes go distant, like he's mentally elsewhere, hiding. She knows Simon Riley, but she doesn't know Ghost. He forgot what it felt like to be the prey, he refuses it. He's not that kid anymore. He won't let her-

"Aw, are you trying to ignore me? Don't do that, Riley. Let's catch up, hm? Sit," a small smile graces her face, cheeks full, his mind can't stop the word 'cute' bouncing around his head, her fingers tap the bar stool next to her and he feels himself sitting down before thinking, pretty sure he doesn't even follow prices orders so quickly, "someone told me you were dead," she says with a grin on her face, the soft smile gone, its unnerving, ghost hates it, he hates how he feels like Simon, he hates how her stupid grin feels like she can see under the mask. He feels like a kid again.

"I'm not." He chugs the whiskey, the burn doing nothing to soothe anything. He's not. He's not... He's not dead, and he's not a kid again.

"Mhm, I can see that, it's not like I'm a medium talking to a ghost," she sips her shitty drink. When did the bartender even get it in her hands? Fuck, he's too focused on her. "I'm glad you're not dead, would've gotten pissed if you had a funeral and I didn't get an invite."

"You wouldn't be invited anyway." He snides, looking away, seeing if Price needs him, or if Johnny and Gaz are still talking to those girls, he hasn't felt this in a while, desperation, desperate to leave the conversation. He could. He could just get up and leave, but he doesn't.

Her finger taps the table, her hand just ghosting the side of his, he turns back his attention to her, she's smiling, for fucks sake, can she stop doing that?

"So, what's new, riley? Last I heard of ya, you ran off to join the army," she chimes, watching him

"Yeah."

"I would say I'm surprised they let someone who could barely read or write in the military... but also, I'm not that surprised by that fact."

If he squeezes this glass any tighter it might shatter in his hands, he remembers how much he hates her, but the fucked up part of his mind is also laughing at the comment, it's been a while since a civvy had the audacity to say something like that right infront of his face.

She notices his expression, teetering on murderous and lets out a soft giggle, watching Ghost's knuckles turn white from the grip,

"You know I'm just kidding, Riley."

"Your jokes always fucking sucked,"

"You're the only one who ever understood ‘em, everyone else looked at me dumbfounded when I tried to explain the shotgun joke," she snickers, taking another sip, "so is that it, just the military? Haven't you got anything else to talk about?"

"No."

“Nothing at all?”

“No.”

"Hm....anyway, Riley, you remember Amee with the two e's? She turned into an addict, you know?"

Somehow, he finds himself listening, maybe halfway through his third whiskey, learning about what his old classmates are up to, he doesn't even know why he's entertaining the motion of learning this information of people he could care less about, but he sits still, listening.

"And oh my god, Jason, he's like some cryp-"

"What about you?"

"First off, rude, you interrupted me, second of all, what about me? What'd you wanna know, Riley?" She hums, goading him.

"...family, work.. relationships.." He doesn't really know why his voice quietened down at the end, but she seems to know from that glint in her eyes

"Well, neither of us really had a good relationship with our parents, right?" She sighs, swirling the glass in her hand, the ice clinking on the sides, "but it's gotten better for me, I guess. Work is boring as hell, stupid office job, better than nothing," she hums, taking a sip, her eyes dart to Simon’s, "and not seeing anyone."

The conversation quietly dies down, they sit side by side at the bar counter, her nails are somehow on his forearm, scratching it lightly, his eyes haven't stopped studying her face since they've started talking, she looks different. In a good way. More mature. He doesn't feel like he's going to be bumped into in the hallway and be met with her laughter when he glares at her.

"Your hair... is different." He comments

"I'm sure yours is too under that horrendous mask. Why are you wearing that anyway? Acne scars?" She teases, her hand goes up to the mask, tracing the skull from the side

"Don't push it." He mutters.

She laughs, and her hand lands on Simons thigh,

"You always had horrible acne. At least it gave your face some colour, right?" You tease softly

"You're no looker either," he retorts

"Mhm, is that why you can't stop staring?"

He doesn't say anything, still staring at you, you look.. so soft. Your face is done up, some makeup, that colourful shit people put on their eyelids, your lips look full, the way your clothes hug your body, his eyes dip down to the cleavage, his hands itching to grab your belly, he wants to lean down and press you against the counter in a heated kiss, shut your stupid mouth up, but alas he looks back at his drink, his mind scrambling with thoughts that would make a nun pass out.

“You weren't bad looking though, I'm sure you've grown into your face.” You say softly, “even if the only thing I can see is your eyes.” Stupid smile on your face again, your hands fiddling with his fingers,

"So, simon... You wanna get outta here?"

"Yes."

You grab his arm and stumble out the bar with him, giggling, drinks on your tab, he forgets to even look back at the boys but he can see them in the corner of his eyes, Johnny's thumbs up and Kyle's grin.

You smile, looking up at him, "fuck, still can't believe how big you've gotten, riley."

"You haven't even seen all of it yet," he mutters in your ear, low.

"Oh, you can make jokes now, huh?," you muse, wrapping your arms around his while you two walk, "I remember when little ol' riley wouldn't even talk."

He doesn't respond, staring you down like a hawk, you look up at him and grin, he feels his heart thump, he can hear it in his ears... he wishes it didn't.

#simon ghost riley x reader #chubby reader #biting my hand so hard rn #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #reader #call of duty #cod mwii #ghost cod #ghost #cod modern warfare #captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #mentioned #bully reader #kinda #idk #childhood friends also kinda #simon riley #simon riley x you

[ltbunny]

Childhood frenemies! Simon

[ simon meets his old 'bully' in a bar ]

Please Do Not Go

By violent femmes

tell your man, im stuck on this lovely girl (w.c : 1.7k)

2. i fall down dead she never see the tears i cry

3. please, please, please do not go

[a/n: my first non oneshot, teehee. chapter 2 will have smut, dubcon, unnegotiated kinks, blood, violence.. yeah.]

#my first masterlist what?!?!?! #and its oly 3 chpters but i have a lot of .5 chapters #im having sex with a ghost #simon riley x reader

[ltbunny]

Captain price is a level 5 manipulator, can't convince me otherwise.

[ltbunny]

Ex husband price brain worms again, c.w/ nsfw, unedited, bad writing, I've never published nsfw before

It's your ex-husband, Price's birthday, and the last thing you expect is for him to show up, with a sweet, suave smile on his face

It's not even his custody day but he says "come on, love. I wanted us to spend it together, like a family. You're really not going to let me take my favourite two girls out for my own birthday?"

All you can do is roll your eyes and let him as he walks in, leaning down and leaving a small peck on your forehead as your daughter runs down the stairs to hug her dad, squealing.

He's adamant about cooking lunch for you two, but you stop him

"Oh, come off it, John, I'll cook since it's your birthday, and you keep saying you'll take us out"

He gets dragged off to play teaparty with the little princess and comes back after a while, his arms slot around your waist, swaying side to side softly as you half heartedly try to stop him, he just grins and nestles his head into the crook of your neck,

"Let the 'birthday boy' hug his wife, love."

"Ex-wife, john."

"Mhm, whatever makes you happy. Happy wife, happy life."

Lunch is served, and the three of you spend the rest of the day going shopping, prices idea. Dollhouse, cars, legos, Barbie, slime, whatever the kid wants, and some small gold necklace for you, even though you won't accept it,

"They're too much, John, stop it-"

"But, love, this is your favourite design and the colour. It'll look beautiful on you."

He buys it and even gets the jeweller to engrave a small j.p on the back of the charm while you're not looking.

He takes you two to a small fancy restaurant at the end of the day, your daughter playing with her new toys on the table, while John's hand holds yours on the table.

"Might retire soon, getting up there in age, love," his eyes watch the way your light up slightly, looking at him before turning away slightly, seeing his gaze, "ill be able to be around more often, wasn't that one of your complaints, I was too busy, so I gave you a little one."

You smack his arm lightly, "Oh, shush, John. She'll be happy. She is always saying how she misses her dad. She keeps asking for a little brother, says everyone in class has one except her," You chuckle softly

At the end of dinner, he drives you two back home, your daughter tuckered out, he picks her up and takes her to her room, tucking her in, kissing her forehead softly, "sorry, I'm not here much, princess, I promise to be around more, okay?"

He comes downstairs and kisses your cheek as you swat him off lightly,

"Stop it, John, you know that's not appropriate,"

"Mhm, whatever you say love, come help me take the things out the car will you?"

The night ends with price bending you over in the backseat, fucking you desperately,

"Fuck, love, I missed this grip, you might have a hard time saying it but your pussy's been missing me, huh? The guys you bring round ain't big enough for ya anymore? Don't worry, daddy's here."

Your fingers grip the car seat, squealing every time he thrusts in

"There's only one thing I wanted for my birthday, you know, love? It's been real lonely up by myself sometimes, and been thinking," he hums lowly, grinding deep inside you while you struggle to even keep up with his pace let alone words, he moves over you, one hand groping your breast, teasing the nipple, the other coming up to your clit, rubbing it along with the harsh pace, "been thinking bout this pussy, and getting the present of life, ain't that cute?"

You gasp, your pussy squeezing around his cock tighter as he starts rubbing your clit faster, "John, please- is, is too much," you moan

"You're doing so well for me, mama, you want another little one too, right? You always said one feels bad, we need to give our little baby a sibling,"

"John- holy shit," your legs shake as he presses you down against the seats, every thrust with one purpose, "please, please, I'm so close!"

He keeps going until he feels your legs trembling, three loads in, his fingers massaging your clit, his lips kissing your neck, leaving hickeys for everyone to see.

You wake up in your bed, listening to John's snoring as you yawn, shifting to get up slightly, his arms tighten around you and his eyes open slightly.

"Mmhm, best birthday ever."

He mumbles before he starts snoring again

#chubby reader #i forgot how to tag #its been like 4 months #captain john price #john price #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #ex-husband price #cod x reader #cod mwii #price x reader #captain price #biting my hand so hard rn

[ltbunny]

PLEASE I love him so much please please please he’s so cute and handsome and I just want to hold him forever and never let him go I NEED HIM

[ltbunny]

....

#frothing at the mouth

[ltbunny]

i wanna see a huddle for warmth with ghost but no, there is no fucking. he can't feel his extremities, and you're not much use as a source of heat because you're just as cold as him.

the loud clacking of your teeth from the freezing temperature is grating his nerves. he's pressing his tongue against the back of his to keep from snarling out a shut the fuck up.

whatever fool that thought of two naked bodies flush against each other as a way to warm up must've never had sex because all this did was cause his flaccid cock to be forcefully pushed against the base of your spine- ghost can almost feel it chafing from your intense shivering.

fuckin' hell.

he doesn't know how much longer you're both gonna be here so he wraps an chilled arm around your middle, getting you as close to him as humanly possible.

survival.

this is what this is about.

your flesh erupts in goosebumps when his heated breath fans over your neck; the only warmth you've felt in a while.

"stay awake, ya hear me?"

ghost digs his fingers into your waist when the aggravating sound of your teeth chattering gets louder- creating tiny depressions in your skin.

"yes, sir."

he'll remember what your naked body looks like after, when he can actually get blood flowing to his manhood.

#not at all normal about this #biting my hand so hard rn

[ltbunny]

Sorry for horrible updates, I have like 10 drafts in the burner and I've been so obsessed with homelander recently.

#sorry #me when im justin bieber

[ltbunny]

Imagine flirting with ghost in a bar, there's no way you're looking at a huge man with a balaclava on and thinking 'boyfriend material'!! He looks terrifying but if you play your cards right, at the end if the night, he'll pay your tab and fuck you till you forget your name.

#i think i just always write him in bars because i always read earlys work and bar is just engraved in my brains #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader

[ltbunny]

The way I squeal and twirl my hair when my favourite writers reblog my work (I'm soooooo not okay)

#biting my hand so hard rn

[ltbunny]

oh btw if you're a zionist HARD BLOCK me lmao i've been pro palestine since i was a kid.

before you come at me saying that 'you're pro palestine but you write cod fanfics and cod is mainly sponsored by the us military and the us military is helping the iof'—

—i am OBJECTIFYING and SEXUALIZING these silly goofy cod characters, it's not like im writing fanfics to honour the franchise. if anything, im just desecrating what cod stands for. i don't give a fuck.

#anti Palestine mfs fuck off #and nazis that are using palestine to be antisemetic fuck off too

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Can you imagine soap walking around base after a mission, groggy, sleep deprived, and so elated to not be sleeping in a bag and on an actual mattress. He accidentally steps on a piece of paper, groans and picks it up, his brain immediately switching on, it's a dirty (in both ways), little pin-up photo. The woman isn't entirely naked, but there's not much left to the imagination and shit she's beautiful, he curses at himself for stepping on it, frantically brushing the dirt off.

It's a small 7.6 by 5cm photo, probably for a wallet. johnny finds himself thanking God for cursing the poor geezer that probably lost the picture, what a chump. He wastes no time running to his barrack, his cock already straining against his bozers. Slamming his door shut, his pants are already off and he jumps in bed, his hand starting to stroke, fuck, it's been so long.

He knows he could just open his browser and incognito something, but they don't put up many women like this anymore, big, soft, and pretty. He wants to scan this photo and frame it in his apartment, but he decides against it, he'd get hard every time he sees it. He strokes faster, not bothering to cover up his moans, imagining the womans soft hands instead of his rough, callous ones, her soft rolls pressing against him while he pounds her into the mattress, 'fuck, 'er voice would be so pretty-', his thumb grazes the slit at the tip and he groans, the small picture getting crinkled when his thumb and index clench while he pants, getting closer.

He cums within 6 minutes, his hand is covered in it and hes still panting, his dick sensitive but still roaring to go again. He goes until his cock is sore and the picture is tacky (thank God it was laminated or he mightve cried because he ruined it)

(He eventually does meet the pretty lady, introduced as the captains missus. You shake his hand, and he feels his brain short circuit. He prays no one can see him shift his pants uncomfortably when he moves, but Price has a keen eye and finds himself whisper in your ear, your face flushed as you turn to look at soap, embarrassed. Johnny needs to know what price said.)

#chubby reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soap x reader #reader #biting my hand so hard rn #call of duty #minor #john price x reader #captain john price #captain john price x reader #at the end

[ltbunny]

"english is my first language, im just bad at it." Is so real, same

Literally, I see these authors with 'sorry English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes' write like they're fucking Shakespeare, big up on them but I ain't never fucking learnt what consanguineous or abdicate means, they're so eloquent with their words and i just jam whatevers in my brain into tumblr and hope my phone can spag and autocorrect

[ltbunny]

May I ask what caused the divorce in the blind date with exhusband!Price?

Omgggjfdjs, first ask, hi,

Anyway, so like what I think what did the divorce is like, okay, you two loved each other, right, so much, he's such a sweet man, he dotes over you, hes never made you feel inadequate or horrible or anything, it was all so swell, date nights, couples getaways, cooking together, domestic stuff (and really good sex), but during that time period of the end, it'd been less of that, it feels like date nights are scarce, it feels like he's never home and when he is, the cozy quiet nights you loved don't feel the same.

You know he's going to be deployed long term, sometimes without any contact at all, and in theory, that's fine, you can go without your husband but at some point it just wore you down, maybe hearing a bang in the night and getting scared to be home alone so often, the fear that one day maybe he wont ever come back sticking in the back of your mind.

And those little things just nibble in your head until you can't ignore it but you didn't want to just be like "I'm sick of you leaving all the time" cause that's his job, you know that, he's the bloody captain. When you bring it up one day he suggests you both go to couples counselling, he doesn't really know what for but he's heard stuff like that helps and all he wants to do is help you not feel that way.

But it somehow makes it worse cause everything else that's been swept under the rug is coming out, children, retirement, what happens if he dies, what if someone comes after you?

It blows up into an argument in the car all the way home and fizzles down to a small break. You two are still married, no cheating, flirting with others, and its judt for a month. A month turns to two, then four, then he's off to another reconnaissance mission. When he comes back, there's a note on the table and some divorce papers.

(I'm blaming the marriage counsellor)

#ltbunny is tired #srry for horirble response brb need to finish coursework.

[ltbunny]

I have a chubby pencil pusher military worker reader with 141 in the works, I love gaz so much.

I also have stalker gaz I have not finished, he's so so soooo babygirl

#chubby reader #is my bread and butter

[ltbunny]

I am so, 'haha, let me punch you if you're so strong', flirting my way to him

GUYS GUYS GUYS. John Price.

[ltbunny]

Soap grabs ur belly like a dog with its favourite chew toy, especially after a long day, holy shit, he will not let go. When you're lying down and he can climb on the bed and rest his head on your tummy, he feels like he's floating, don't let him stay for too long though, cause he will genuinely start gnawing on it.

"johnny, what are you doing. stop it."

"zzzzzzz"

"I can feel you biting, you little rat, don't try and act like you're sleeping!"

#he would also blow rasberries #chubby reader #fat reader #john soap mctavish x reader #johnny soap mctavish x you #john soap mactavish #soap x reader