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Roommate!Simon who finds you fast asleep on the couch when he comes home after a mission. He gently enters your shared apartment, momentarily freezing when he hears the faint buzz of the TV and occasional small sighs.
Roommate!Simon who can't stop a smile from spreading on his face when he sees the inhumane position you fell asleep in, one leg thrown over the couch, the other partially covered by a blanket and your head hanging down in a position that's guaranteed to give you neck pains for the days to come.
Roommate!Simon who takes off his mask, gloves and tactical gear before gently lifting you in his arms and cradling your sleeping form to his chest, relishing in the rhythmic sound of your heartbeats.
Roommate!Simon whose heart skips a beat when you cuddle up into his chest, murmuring a sleepy welcome with your eyes still closed.
Roommate!Simon who eventually has to place you in your bed and tuck you in, a tender expression on his face as he watches you drift off to sleep in an instant.
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lvrxly · 3 months
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ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི- Simon "Ghost" Riley who can hear you through the wall, faking your moans for some douche you picked up on your way home from the bar.
He knows how you really sound. He's made you sound louder than that. He's made you scream him name, not just let out pathetic little whimpers.
Hell, the guy was louder than you with his limp dick game. Simon knows you just faked your orgasm just as well as you know it. After you call that guy an uber you better bet on Simon sneaking his way into your room and under your covers.
All just to show you he's ruined any other man for you. He knows he has, that was on purpose after all.
ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི "yer all mine mama—"
ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི. ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི. ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི. ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི. ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི.
a/n: hi i'm alive! lmk what you'd like me to write lovies i'm out of ideas ;(
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ohmygraves · 3 months
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the first time you and ghost became roommates, he didn't have a lot of things.
he had his essentials, packed in a duffel bag and like, two moving boxes and that's it. he didn't even have his own furniture or pots and pans, so the two of you didn't cook for the first few weeks living together. he seems perfectly content with just living with the furniture that came with the apartment, an old beat up sofa and dirty stained dining table, together with a few chairs and old mattresses in each bedroom. you made it a goal to get rid of the smelly bed as soon as possible, working your arse off to afford new beds for the sake of your back.
ghost, or well, simon, don't feel the need to own too many things. he thinks it's a nuisance, since well it'll be tiring to pack so many things when he needs to move again for some reason or another. even when he stayed in the barracks, his room was always the most bare out of everyone.
you were the opposite, of course. you liked having lots of personal items and memorabilia, or just trinkets that you like in general. your shared flat is full of your items, posters hung up on the wall, framed pictures, potted plants, consoles and books, whatever you have. it felt like the place was only occupied by you, and with how often simon was away on deployments and missions, it might as well be.
you both split duties when he's around. you cook, he does dishes. you take out the trash, he cleans the bathroom. you tidy things up and he'd mop/vacuum it. he insisted that you cook since he's not much of a cook himself (which, explains why he doesn't have a single kitchen utensils in his stuff) and that you're better at cooking than him. he'd gladly deal with all the dirty jobs for you, wouldn't be the worst thing he did anyway.
you and simon get groceries separately (his "groceries" consisting of some type of booze and maybe toiletries, perhaps some snacks if he's feeling fancy), but very rarely you go together with him to tesco or something. you always have to remind him to note whatever things needed to be replaced at your shared flat, so that you don't have to go multiple times just to get a bottle of dish soap or toilet paper.
you two bicker like an old married couple sometimes, because he's a smart ass and would tease you, and you'd get mad at him for eating your things or using your soap/shampoo.
sometimes you wondered if rooming with simon was a bad idea, but he had always made sure to keep your job easy for you except for a few minor inconveniences he did on purpose just so you'd scold him. he helped move furniture and do the heavy jobs for you, and not to mention he leaves you alone, never nosy or get too friendly with you. although at the same time, he expected you to do the same for him.
if he tells you when he's coming back after missions, you'd get him a treat when he gets home, some beer already chilling in the refrigerator and his favorite snacks on the counter, together with his favorite takeout dinner (of course, you'd ask for the money back. you're not made of money if you're rooming with someone). some snarky note like "shower first before you sleep, stinky" or "it's 30 pounds for everything, you're welcome".
simon didn't think much of it, but he definitely took you for granted. you're a nice roommate, you two get along, and you're a great cook. you made sure to feed him whenever possible (because you're convinced he'd actually forget to eat when he's alone, considering his groceries as mentioned before), and not to mention you made his masks and balaclava smell nice and clean when you do laundry.
you'd patiently help him sew, teach him how to mend his clothes when he has the time (which is still a funny sight seeing how small the needles looked between his thick massive fingers). he always gets frustrated, telling you that you did a much better job than his lousy stitches that wouldn't even hold up after one wear. you'd sew all tears and holes on his masks and clothes, patch the holes up when you could.
in return, he'd bring some of your favorite snacks home. he always said something along the lines that it was on sale, or that it's buy one get one free, but you noted that he always brought home your favorite things after you mended his clothes, or helped him in some way. you didn't mind, you liked the snacks and it's nice that he shows his gratitude in this way.
you try to ignore the thumping of your heart every time he hands you things while saying "reckon you'd like this."
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Roommate!Simon who loves to listen to you talk and likes talking to you but wishes you would stop talking just for a little bit so he can kiss you
He just got back from deployment. You’re both laying in bed catching up, having talked to each other for hours now, and he’s yet to kiss you.
He wants to so badly. He wants to feel your lips against his, to hold you and feel your weight in his arms before he falls asleep because he desperately needs to show you how much he missed you.
But he can’t bring himself to interrupt you. Not when you’ve got that twinkle in your eyes, not when you’re so happy he’s home.
Every time he thinks you’re done, he leans in to go for it but then you start talking again.
He’s tried staring at your lips, he’s tried practically getting up in your face to hint at it, putting his hand on your hip to pull you closer but you’re obvious to it.
You’re just so happy he’s home safe.
“Love.” He somehow manages to get the courage to interrupt you but you’re not mad. “I want to kiss you.”
“Then kiss me?” You gave him a confused look.
Usually he doesn’t ask, he just pulls you in for a kiss and you happily accept it.
Simon scoffs but finally, finally pulls you into him and kisses you deeply. He heaves a sigh of relief, pouring every ounce of love he has inside him at that moment into the kiss as he practically smushes you against his chest.
when you break apart you’re both breathless and he caresses your cheek gently.
“Didn’t want to interrupt you.”
Your eyes widened and you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. You hadn’t realized you had talked so much since he got home.
“Sorry.” You gave him a sheepish smile but he shook his head.
“Don’t be.” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “Keep going.”
For the first time two weeks, Simon fell asleep to your voice.
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ghosts-cyphera · 7 months
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Well, u know. About the size kink, maybeeee during that moment, Simon suddenly thinking y/n like a living flashlight. Oppps. I should shower with the holy water. Btw, how about a fic of size kink with daddy John????
#WhereIShouldBuyHolyWater? #Damn
I was in Rome recently and actually did bring back a few small bottles of holy water. let me know if you need any. but then again, looking at this... I might need 'em all myself, lmao. thank you for the sudden inspo, sweet anon! 💌 also: john price, or john "soap" mactavish? never written either character, but I'm so down to giving them a go for you!
content/warnings: simon 'ghost' riley x afab!reader, objectification, penetrative sex, size kink. no use of pronouns for the reader. words: 365. 18+; minors do not interact!
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"Shh, sweetheart," Ghost murmured against your lips, as his fingers tightened their grip around your thighs. You were light as a fuckin' feather in his arms: so easy for him to pick up and slide back down on his throbbing cock. "Good little toys don't make sounds when they get used, do they?"
You shook your head, your twinkling eyes glued on him.
"That's right, darlin'," he chuckled against your cheek, lips pressing lazy kisses on your skin, fingers digging into your flesh. "My little fuckin' darlin's the perfect little thing for me, yeah? Pussy fuckin' dripping when I use you like this, baby—"
Your arousal was coating every last inch of him, dripping down his shaft and onto his balls as he picked you up once more, only to slide you back down. Every inch of him stretching open your soft warmth, as he ground into you.
Too big, he knew.
Yet to make him proud, as usual, not a single whine passed your pretty lips. His thumb brushed against your bottom one, and he chuckled as you drew it inside your mouth: tongue twirling around the tip, cheeks sucking on it in your desperation to muffle your moans.
All to make him proud, yeah?
"Fuckin' hell, sweetheart. Gettin' me so bloody close like tha'—"
You truly were nothing but the perfect little toy for him to use. His little fleshlight, his little pocket pussy to fuck whenever he needed it. From the thought, Ghost could feel himself twitching inside you: just as he could see it on your features as your brows knitted from the sudden stretch.
"Tryin' so fuckin' hard for me, eh?" His laugh was a deep rumble as he picked up the pace of fucking into you. "Such a good little thing. So well fuckin' trained to take my cock. Every fuckin' inch, yeah? Not too much for my darlin', is it?"
You shook your head: the twinkle in your eyes—fuckin' adorable—pushing him right on the edge of his release.
"Good fuckin' doll. Keep it up and maybe—," he cursed against your cheek, "maybe I'll just let my little fuckin' thing come around me once I've gotten this little pussy nice and full of my cum, yeah?"
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stargirlrchive · 5 months
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toxic!roommate simon would probably beat the fuck out a guy if he sees you flirting with another. would beat him to pulp that his face ain’t even going to be recognizable anymore. ending it with ‘stay. the fuck. away. from her’ and spit on his face. jesus I’m fucking deranged
no im actually so unwell, he’s such a lil shit but he’s intentions are good… sorta
but can u imagine, like ur so confused over whatever the hell is going on w u and simon bc he gives you so much affection and tenderness then leaves you desperate and yearning after anything happens.
but when you mention that you’re going out he gets all pissy, especially when he sees what you’re wearing.
he follows you, obviously. and you’re completely unaware. his sweet girl, always so oblivious.
and when he sees that slimy ass guy gripping at your waist and touching on you, he gets blinded with anger.
the anger and ache in his chest eases, only a bit, when he sees you gently pushing the man away. excusing yourself as you walk towards the bathroom.
and he sees the man you were dancing with you follow after you, the lazy smirk on his face instantly wiped away as simon yanks him back and slams him so hard into the nearest wall that his vision goes blurry.
growling in his ear to leave you the fuck alone.
and the satisfaction that licks at simon as he notices the fear in his eyes is unlike anything else. shoving him back one last time before he walks over to wait for you.
you practically stumble into his chest and your lips part when you realize it’s simon. your simon.
you’re about to ask him what he’s doing here but his lips hover over yours before his fingers grip at your hips, tugging you closer.
his lips brush against your ear before he nips at it softly, “time to get you home, sweet girl.”
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iite-cool · 1 month
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roommate!simon who's spending his time before bed doing what he usually does: tugging at his fat cock with his ear pressed against the wall to hear your cute little mewls and moans.
he's convinced you're doing it on purpose, to rile him up and make him so hard he can't fucking think. it's working. simon's got his shirt between his teeth to muffle his groans while he fists his cock to the sound of your cunt's slick slick slick as you finger yourself with a vibrator pressed against your throbbing clit.
he can hear your gasps getting high pitched and the wet sounds get faster as you approach your high. you moan his name, unbridled, and then quickly muffle your mouth and simon has to bite his fist and hold his cock so hard it hurts just to keep from spurting cum all over himself. he starts rubbing his tip faster and faster so he can cum as you do but just then the bzzz of your wand gets slower and slower until it stops. simon hears you sob in frustration, mourning your lost high. your whimpers sound loud and clear through the wall and let him know that you're having no luck getting back to your peak.
he all but sprints out of his room, tucking himself into his sweats, as he takes a second to even his breathing before knocking on your door. the sounds of your sheets rustling and you rushing to get decent leak through.
you open the door, disheveled and flushed. "simon? what'd you need?" it takes him a second to answer you - he can't fucking focus, not with the way your top sits messily unbuttoned on your soft tits, not with the way you're panting in front of him.
he leans in close, bending himself down to your height and whispers right into your ear, "need some help, love?"
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this is filthy i'm sorry, please comment i have so many thoughts about this man that need to be talked about
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galamerapple · 3 months
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and they were roommates
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ebbpettier · 1 year
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*insert snide baz comment about simon being full of hot air here*
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ming85 · 11 months
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Impulse buys at the Sunday flower market (Started as a plein air photo study and became a little story)
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Roommate!Simon who, one morning, wakes up to an empty house and a 1000-piece puzzle on the coffee table with a note on it.
"When I was younger, doing puzzles was a way of keeping me grounded. Perhaps it might help you as well."
Roommate!Simon who can't help but smile faintly at the handwritten words and focuses his attention on the puzzle box, his brow furrowing at the sight of the picture containing cats. A lot of cats.
Roommate!Simon who is definitely not a fan of cats, but carefully places his tea on a coaster on the coffee table, turns the TV on a random music channel and spreads the puzzle pieces on the table, eyes slightly widening at how many there are.
Roommate!Simon who realizes he has to come up with a strategy to organise the pieces and even if his military-trained mind is tired of planning and strategising for missions, he has no problems in coming up with a sorting scheme
Roommate!Simon who is still bent over the table when you come home that evening, several fragments of put-together pieces lying scattered among piles of other pieces. He is so caught up in studying the reference image for a weirdly-patterned piece, that he does not hear the sound of the door opening and closing and almost tackles you to the ground when you crouch on the other side of the table, an amused look on your face.
'If you need a hand-'
Before you can finish your sentence, he scoots over and pats the empty spot on the couch. Yet instead of looking at the pieces and assessing the progress, your eyes are locked on his face and the fact that he ditched the mask and the balaclava.
'I can see you staring.'
'I don't know what you're talking about!', you lie through your teeth, busying yourself over a pile of unsorted pieces. You do not miss the way his lips twitch a little and you certainly cannot stop the hot blush that spreads across your face
You spend the rest of the evening hunched over the table, trying to connect as many pieces as possible. Your hands accidentally come in contact a couple of times, whether it's you reaching for a faraway piece or Simon trying to have a better look at the image, and you eventually come to accept the butterflies that seemed to make a home in your stomach
Roommate!Simon who eventually notices you're dozing off over the puzzle and tries to carry you to your room. When you refuse, he just rolls his eyes in his own dramatic manner, brings a weighted blanket from his bedroom and drapes it over you
Roommate!Simon who finishes the puzzle at two in the morning and dares to take a look at your sleeping figure. His thigh is numb from the weight of your head resting on it, but he doesn't mind.
His mind hasn't been so quiet in a long time. And the cats he spent hours piecing together are rather cute.
The cat puzzle I was thinking of when writing this
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ohmygraves · 4 months
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roommate!ghost who gets home from a long deployment, forgetting to buy groceries for himself afterwards and having to use some of your products.
like, surely he made a mental note five months ago to buy himself some body soap because he just ran out right before his deployment, or at least in his note app. oh, of course. his phone died and he forgot to charge it. well, you won't mind if he use yours, right? and maybe some shampoo too, he can't be walking around the house with greasy hair.
he returned late at night, stumbling into the flat you two shared with his stomach empty, greasy as hell and his soap bottle all empty in the bathroom. just his luck after getting into such a shitty mission.
when you woke up the next day, he was asleep on the couch, not wearing his balaclava and still have his towel around his neck. an empty tupperware on the coffee table (was it the other half of your burrito last night that you kept for today?), some beer (was it yours!?), and the tv being on.
somehow, his hair looked softer, so you ran your fingers through his hair instinctively. and goddammit it was so soft. it was unreal. how did he get his hair so soft with 5-in-1 bodywash!? unless...
ghost woke up from your constant yapping, yawning and rubbing his hair, unsure of what's such a big deal. it's just bodywash, right? and maybe a little bit of shampoo, your leftovers, and some of your beer. why are you so mad at him?
plus, now he smells just like you, had an indirect kiss with you from the burrito, so why should he be bothered that you're yelling at him?
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The Roommate Series
Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!reader
This is an (18+) story which means if you are a minor, you are not allowed to come onto my page and read this story. Smut will have a * in the link to the part
This series is complete
Synopsis: Three years ago you decided to go to college after being out of high school for so long but the only problem was that you needed a place to stay. You found an ad about someone needing a roommate for their apartment and ended up becoming roommates with a man named Simon Riley.
Now you've become best friends with Simon even when he disappears to work for months on end and shows back up randomly while never telling you what he does. As your relationship with Simon begins to change, you wonder if maybe his secrets were meant to stay hidden.
Heaven Help a Fool Who Falls in Love
My Heart is Yours
It was Only a Kiss
The Only Exception*
I Missed You, I'm Sorry
Home is Whenever I'm With You*
Lover Boy
So This Is Love*
I Surrender Who I've Been, For Who You Are*
Summertime Sadness*
Ptolemaea
In My Time of Dying
Aren't We Just Terrified?
Bury Me in Your Kiss*
Epilogue*
The Roommate Series on AO3
Extras
Why did Ghost fall in love with you
Dream
Flowers
Future
Argument
Sick
Nightmare
Zombie/Roommate!Simon 1
Zombie/Roommate!Simon 2
The tag list is closed!! I am so happy that so many of you want to be tagged for this story but I will not be accepting anymore requests to tag people in this series since this list has gotten long and it's hard to keep track of how many I have to add! Sorry for the inconvenience!
I don’t own these characters, Call of duty, or any of the Modern Warfare titles. You do not have permission to sell this work. (2/27/2024)
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spookiboogi · 1 year
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waves-against-a-cliff · 5 months
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Roommate!Ghost x you
I know I’m not the first person to think of this but now it’s stuck in my head. Definitely gonna be multi parted as my brain warms up in the microwave of fanfic ideas.
No content warnings but mdni
Being roommates with Ghost or Simon as you know him. Well, rent prices are just ridiculous and he had been on the roommate app you had downloaded. He didn’t talk much, that was the first thing you realized. Basic questions that were listed on your profile but you just got the feeling that he was just being thorough. He ran a background check and could feel something stirring within his gut. Such a cute thing lookin’ for slightly reasonable rent prices in this city. You were in university, he didn’t know what you majored in but he could easily squeeze that answer out of you later. Part time job at a local cafe and a perfectly clean record. Even better, you were fucking stunning, so of course he picked you. Why wouldn’t he?
Another thing you noticed about Simon is that he was gone, a lot. When you asked he just blandly answered “Military.” Before he got off the couch and made a beeline to his room. Fuck, he had to be a human heater, his spot was perfectly warm. Whenever he was deployed you tried to keep everything nice and tidy. It was easy to fall into a routine while he was gone, this roommate that felt more like a guest that appeared and stayed for a week or two before disappearing again. Sleep, eat, go to your classes, work, clean and study before bed. It was finals week and your final projects were piled up to the ceiling as you worked tirelessly at the table. You had worked through your fourth cup of coffee but it just wasn’t doing the trick as the words blurred together. Your heart stops, your blood runs cold as you hear the door open.
You shot out of the chair, it skidded across the floor with an awful noise and there in the doorway was a man in a skull balaclava. The scream that left you was blood curdling as you threw the nearest item to you at the man, which just so happened to be your textbook. “Ah fuck!” The man cursed as it hit his head and you blinked. Simon. You just attacked your roommate and if your blood hadn’t turned to ice before, it sure was now. “Bloody hell.” He muttered and shut the door behind him, “What’da do that for?” He asked as he ripped off his balaclava, some kind of paint around his maple brown eyes.
“You scared me.” You muttered before you repeated it again but stronger this time, “You scared me. Simon, what the hell? Why do you look like you’re about to rob a place?”
He barely contained his snort, strangled down the smile that threatened to break out on his lips. “What are you doing up so late?” You glared him, breezed past him with your shoulder barely clipping his jacket covered arm as you went to your textbook turned defense weapon. Without another word you gathered your stuff up and went to your room. Leaving Simon standing there in the living area with his balaclava in one hand, slightly dazed before he realized he left his duffel bag out in the hall. “Fuck.” He muttered, though he wasn’t sure if he was cursing leaving the duffel bag outside or you for making his gut twist and nearly making him snort.
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