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is this something? (Mdni)

neighbor!simon who is a bit blunt and crass, because let’s be real, that man does not have manners, meets reader in the hallway, when she tells him what flat she’s visiting he crudely asks if she’s the one that’s always moaning and screaming at night.

thats got reader all kinds of flustered telling him how her bf and her are saving themselves for marriage (what she doesn’t tell him is that she’s not actually a virgin, it’s just a thing her bf requested after he found religion, to make their marriage more holy)

and now neighbor!simon is bricked the fuck up thinking about the naive little virgin hanging out in the flat next to his who has no idea about the revolving door of women that visit her boyfriend. he’s going to find a way to expose your bfs infidelity. it’s the neighborly thing to do. And then he’ll show you what you’ve been missing out on. thats also the neighborly thing to do

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #female reader #neighbor!simon #we know ghost is a menace to be neighbors with #probably smokes like a chimney from an open window #and that window is right next to your window #also reader is about to have a new boyfriend #who will be making sure she sees god #vague religion mention #simon ghost riley

so intriguing, but so freaky

pairing: neighbor!simon “ghost” riley x neighbor!reader

summary: your neighbor helps you overcome your fear of dogs

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you were walking down the sidewalk in your neighborhood, trying to reach your daily steps. you leaned your head back, wanting to feel the warm sunshine on your features. there was a light breeze in your hair, your mind in euphoria, the music playing through your headphones only enhancing your bliss.

unfortunately, every ounce of your bliss washed away when you saw it, bringing your head down, eyes widening with fear at the sight of the large animal-like being at the end of the street.

a small gasp escaped your mouth as it started running towards you. pivoting on your heel, you started running from the beast, cursing yourself for having your volume all the way up. you probably could’ve heard the animal before getting too close to it, but now the predator’s chasing you and you’re probably gonna die! “help me! someone! please help!”

you were screaming bloody murder running through your neighborhood, surprised none of your neighbor’s have come out. it sounded like you were dying. can anyone hear you being chased by the monster? why is no one helping?

tears started leaving your eyes when you made the mistake of looking behind you, seeing the creature closing the distance between itself and its prey.

yeah, this was it. this was where you were going to die.

by some miracle, your prayers were answered. you saw your neighbor, who was relatively new to the street, remembering when you witnessed him unloading a truck around six months ago. it was hard not to notice the man! he was a giant with muscles the size of pumpkins! admittedly, he intimidated you. he even wore a balaclava with a skull. who does that!

despite the man’s daunting aura, you’ve talked to him a handful of times, his gruff, british accent jarring you. learning he goes by “ghost” startling you even more! the man was so intriguing, but so freaky!

and, he was your best bet.

so you ran to him, “sir! please!” you took in a breath, pushing your legs to continue moving, “ghost!”

you’d been running for a while now, tiredness slowly seeping through the veins in your limbs, but you knew you couldn’t stop, couldn’t let the thing reach you. “it’s trying to get me!”

the mysterious ghost turned to you, alerted promptly at your call to him. the brute thought he heard someone yelling from inside, his military training making him step outside to help any potential victims in danger. even retired, the man can’t stay away from the action.

he’s running in your direction instantly, big boots hammering against the gravel. ghost’s footsteps were more like stomps that sounded like bombs going off.

his strong arms pull you behind him, the critter hot on your tail, “riley! sit, now!” he roared out. you didn’t even have time to turn down your music, and you still heard the command, almost sitting down yourself. pulling your headphones around your neck, still clinging to the back of your neighbor’s shirt, you watched in silence. “yer scarin’ tha’ lass, riley!”

you observed the animal’s reactions to the brit, hearing “riley” whimper as he laid his head down.

“stay,” he huffed out, turning to you next. when you lost the first grip you had on his shirt, you quickly clinged to the front, “t-thank you, sir,” you were still crying, still scared for your fucking life. “ghost, was it?” you asked, knowing that was his name.

he nodded, eyes looking into your own, “tha’s’ right, lass. m’ rememba’ yer’s s’ y/n,” he’s moving his hand to your face now, a finger wiping the tears that streamed down your puffy cheeks.

your lower lipped wobbled next, the man choosing to graze his finger across it. a frown hid behind his balaclava, hating seeing his pretty neighbor so scared of his dog. you’d always been so sweet to the brute in the few interactions you’ve had together. riley didn’t mean any harm, he just wanted to play with you!

“m’ sorry m’ dog frightened ya. he don’ mean to be scary, he jus’ gets excited and don’ know how big he s’,” he uses his massive hand to push your hair behind your ear.

he’s trying his best to provide you with as much comfort as possible, being as gentle as possible, knowing he himself probably scares you to an extent too. he doesn’t miss the way you move your gaze to the ground when he catches you staring at him on your walks, hurriedly shuffling away to your house.

“t-that’s your dog?” you emphasized the words, eyes widening again. you surely thought the pet was a mutated predator out for your blood. how could a dog be so big? and how haven’t you noticed?

he smiles, stopping himself from laughing at your reaction. he didn’t want to make you more upset, but you were just so cute.

“yes, y/n,” he’s nodding his head, gesturing to his dog, “riley’s a great dane, they get real big.” “i don’t know much about dogs. i’m a little scared of them,” you confess, hands fiddling with your shirt now.

he pulls you into a hug, the warmth of your neighbor making you feel a lot more calmer than you thought it would. “m’ so sorry, sweets,” he’s rubbing the top of your head now, his hand swallowing your scalp, “must’ve been so scary havin’ such a big dog after ya? riley’s sorry, hon’,” he consoles, somehow bringing you closer when he hears you crying again.

you cried more when you heard riley’s whimpering increase, “quiet!” angrily leaving ghost. you felt bad for riley, your heart hurting at his cries. regardless of your fears, you didn’t want riley to get in trouble with ghost, especially knowing now he was just happy to see someone. “damn it, he jumped ova’ m’ fence again. needa’ build it higha’,” he grumbles out.

your crying soothes after a couple minutes, pulling away from your neighbor, “c-can i meet riley, sir?” you ask. “yer sure yer up for tha’, lass?”

with a final confirmation nod from you, he snapped his fingers to his dog, “riley, come.”

when riley is beside his owner, he looks to him, waiting for his following command. “sit.”

you admired the bond your neighbor shared with his pet, seeing he respected riley just as much as riley respected him. maybe dogs weren’t that bad.

ghost grabs your hand, “let em’ sniff ya first. introduce ya self’s to each otha’.” waiting for you to lead, he brings your hand to the tip of his dog’s nose, a cold, almost wet sensation brushing against your knuckles, making a soft giggle leave you.

“his sniffin’ tickle, sweetheart?” ghost couldn’t stop all the nicknames, everything about you was sweet! the brit wished he could talk with you more.

additional giggles departed your mouth when riley started licking your hand, “riley! ew,” ghost joining your laughing when he saw you shake your hand in disgust.

“see, y/n,” the man pets his dog’s back, “m’ riley ain’ so horrifiyin’.” you started petting the top of his head, scratching around to the underside of his mouth, “he isn’t!” you agreed, preciously watching the dog, “he’s just a big baby,” you cooed next, your face moving to riley’s.

the dog stole a lick across your face, “oh my goodness! riley!”

hopefully ghost will continue putting off building that fence, maybe you can start seeing riley and ghost more during your walks.

the best way to overcome fear is exposure to it, right?

Simon Riley x female!reader, neighbor!Simon, cheating, revenge fucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral, fingering

Your boyfriend was a jerk. Your ex boyfriend, now, since you'd found him balls deep in your best friend in your bed. The bed you'd paid for, supporting him while he worked to "network" and "make connections."

#cod #call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #neighbor!simon #an indulgence

this weather is messing with me because it makes me want to write ANGST and i don’t WANNA RIGHT NOW (bare with me because this IS in the works in my google docs and i have made some changes for this story)

But all i can think of is neighbor!Simon and virgin!reader who has fallen head over heels, but tries to shake him off because Simon still brings home his weekly bed warmer, and it breaks your heart more and more to the point that you decide distancing yourself a tad would be better, the night he hardly looked in your direction when leading his bed mate through the door, closing it without sparing you a glance

tears burn your eyes as you enter your apartment, hands shaking as you pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts until johnny’s goofy face lights up your phone as you hit call

“was starting to believe i’d have to go a wellness check lass” Johnny’s teasing voice answers, and you respond in kind with a pathetic little sob as you grip your phone

“Hey, hey what’s wrong lass? What’s happened?”

“C-can you come over? I-I just w-want some company.”

“I’ll be there in thirty.” and then the line clicks

He makes it in 15, pounding on your door and you rush to open it before he alerts anyone

But as you open the door, Johnny swoops you up into his arms, concern swimming in his eyes “oh bonnie, what’s the matter?” His voice reaches your ears, but you can only focus on the pair of eyes over johnny’s shoulder

staring at you through that god damn Balaclava

you look away, grabbing johnnys hand and dragging him through the door

Simon is still staring when you slam the door.

i am still half asleep so i know this is shit but it’s been stuck in my head

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod ghost #call of duty #cod #neighbor!simon

*groveling on the floor* nice simon

pleeaase anything w big sweet man simon 😭🩵

ugh… you know what's been on my mind lately?? neighbor!au with all my favorite men - but especially simon! here are some of my thots;

he's so... awkward and off-putting. in the sweetest way. like a stray dog that's only allowed to bite you. neighbor!simon, who's the perfect coresident. rarely home, and if he is, you don't even notice! except for those awkward elevator rides...

obviously, simon being the most vehement introvert, does his best to avoid him. but it's a shady apartment building. things happen; maintenance or rowdy visitors blocking the stairway. so sometimes it's easier to suffer thirty seconds of agonizing silence.

there was you. across the hall from the strange, intimidating man. it's difficult not to be frightened, especially when his way of communicating is through grim eye contact, or god forbid a deep sigh when you accidentally bump into him.

neighbor!simon is never upset with you, though. grumpy is merely his default :( for many reasons. but he always feels awful when you give him that anxious look or go out of your way to make space for him in the narrow hall.

it's not every day he meets someone like you, quiet and respectful of his boundaries. let alone live next to. so... he began to make peace his own way. taking advantage of him always being up at dawn; salting the pavement by your patio to ensure your safe commute to work. cleaning up the stack of mail that the courier tossed at your box, tucking it in neatly.

aaaand eventually moves on to more outgoing gestures. knocking on your door, two little taps with his knuckle. asking if you heard "that noise" outside, purely to make sure you were alright. partially his overthinking getting the better of him, also a cheeky move on his part to see your face.

finds a way to learn more about you, even when you're at your most bashful. typically, when he's caught you in your nightclothes, all pampered and ready for bed. next to him, you feel ridiculous, as if he's not wearing the most basic athleisure.

sometimes neighbor!simon will lean against the entrance of the building, watching cars and listening to the city noise. but he isn't out there for fun. in his mind he's waiting on someone; you. when he hears the creak of the rickety door opening, his posture becomes even straighter than usual.

"bloody cold out here, isn't it?" his gruff voice murmurs, breath visible with every word. months ago, the presence would've startled you. but you'd grown used to his very predictable, unpredictable routine of running into you.

you sigh out your words, rubbing your icy fingers together. no gloves, he notices, but doesn't acknowledge. "why aren't you inside, simon? place is pretty cozy if you look past the water damage."

simon scoffs, "i like the cold," he places his hands into his pockets and reaches for the door handle. "y' workin' today, love?" he inquires, despite noticing your work bag slung over your shoulder.

you mutter an unenthusiastic 'yes', exhaustion evident in your features. it's too damn early for you to be out and about, struggling to make ends meet.

he hums to himself as he walks away, waiting until your figure disappears before crossing the street. he's on his way to the nearest shop.

that evening, when you return to your flat with dragging feet, there's no sign of neighbor!simon. out front, out back, or in the hall. only sign of life is the flickering lamp peaking under the gap of his front door. frankly, you're too exhausted to think about it much.

you raise your key to the lock, stepping forward when it gives way. something blocks your foot, nearly sending you tumbling forward. you peer down at the quaint gift box, nearly embarrassed at the tumble it gave you. proves that your post-work tunnel vision is no joke.

curiously, you examine it. no fancy wrapping paper, plain cardboard. and in place of the ribbon is some decorative twine, halfway decently tied into the shape of a bow. with a gentle tug, you release it and take off the lid. the aroma of cardboard is stronger now, as well as a spritz of a very familiar cologne.

gloves; knitted and coordinated to match your winter jacket. you smile to yourself, taking one last look at simon's door behind you, just as he shuts off the lamp for the night, the spotty yellow glow ceasing.

waiting on you to get home safe, no matter how late. of course, there's a price tag on them. he's not that showy, or crafty. anything he'd try to knit would end up a crumpled slab of yarn.

stepping inside your flat, you set your things down on the counter and run your finger over the soft, thick material. you can already picture the relief these will be on your walk, no longer clocking in with stiff, frozen fingers. new winterwear was on your list for months, but you're notoriously bad at gifting yourself nice — basic — things. and apparently, it shows.

the hollow box rattles when you set it down, as do your keys. finally, you slip them on, thinking of all the days you passed your neighbor simon. never knowing how observant he could be, in the sweetest way.

and they're a perfect fit, of course.

#neighbor!simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost mw2 #simon ghost x you #simon riley headcanons #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #mw3 #rachel speaks

a surge of drunk confidence

pairing: neighbor!simon “ghost” riley x neighbor!reader

summary: you have a sleepover with your neighbor after a drunk night out at the club

part 2!

part 1, had to pretend to be a little interested

part 3, burn from the cursed mixture

part 4, this must be what heaven feels like

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a/n: part 2! i hope ya’ll enjoy it!! requests are open in my ask box!!!

riley came running to greet you as soon as he heard the lighter footsteps that differed from his owner’s heavy ones. his tail happily wagging, the great dane rolling onto his back as you scratched across his stomach, “aww, does this feel good, riley?” you cooed, “does it? does it feel good for such a good boy?”

this causes a rushed cough from ghost, your neighbor’s eyes widening under his balaclava, “m’ gonna’ grab ya some water and medicine,” he excuses himself, quickly exiting to his kitchen.

seeing his large frame leave your view, you turn your attention back on riley, resuming your heavenly scratches. “what do you think that was all about, riley?” a drunken giggle.

the brute returns a few seconds later, his dog whining at your loss of touch. “just a second, riley! ghost is trying to help me out,” you sweetly tell the dog, giving his head a final rub.

you take both of the painkillers your neighbor retrieved for you, head lolling back with a gulp of water. “thank you,” you start, taking another big gulp from the glass, “for everything. not just for everything tonight, but for everything you have ever done for me. i really appreciate you ghost. no one’s done a quarter of the things you have.”

the alcohol you consumed caused you to ramble, a surge of drunk confidence leading to a speech of your gratitude towards your neighbor departing from your lips, the drunk confidence also allowing you to stand on your tip toes next, encircling your tiny arms around his neck. you felt his muscular arms respond, wrapping around your torso, standing up to lift you from the ground. you brought your legs around ghost’s toned waist, looking like a koala attached to the man. “you’re always so gentle with me, always calling me such sweet names,” you continued, voice barely above a whisper next to the man’s ear underneath his balaclava.

“i’m so lucky to have met such a good boy like you, ghost,” you finished, beginning to kiss your neighbor’s cheek through the skull designed-fabric.

the large brit was frozen in place, unsure of what to say or do. he had his beautiful neighbor sat securely in his arms, feeling your kisses that made him want to melt. you were even calling him a “good boy”, ghost realizing you must’ve noticed his reaction to hearing you say it earlier, even if it was to his pet.

your neighbor felt his dick hardening at your affection, the pants he was wearing slowly tightening in the crotch area, “don’t be all shy, ghost! i can feel you enjoying it too,” you sexily tell him, beginning to grind your hips in his hold now.

your short dress had ridden up your thick thighs when your neighbor lifted you, giving your clothed pussy better access to his clothed groin, occasional moans leaving you when your clit brushed just right against him.

“feels so good, ghost-” your sounds silenced at the feeling of the large man pulling away from you, hands moving to either side of your hips to stop your grinding. “i-is something wrong, sir?” you worriedly ask, a small frown appearing on your face. had your intuition been wrong? were you doing something wrong? was it feeling good for him too? does he even like you? all running through your brain.

“oh sweetheart,” he barely gets out, the breath of air he forgot he was holding in releasing. “ya feel so, so amazin’,” he’s looking into your eyes, brushing hair behind your ear, giant hand swallowing your face, “been cravin’ ya for so long.” he moves to kiss your cheek through his balaclava now, forehead resting on yours afterwards, “but m’ have to stop ya, stop us. yer too drunk to consent right now, luvie’.”

a whine leaves you, your neighbor having to stop your moving hips that started up again, “b-but, sir! please! i know what i want, a-and i know i want you,” you tried pleading, your drunken slur still present in your tone, “i’ve been craving you too, ghost!”

the man pulls you back into his chest, beginning to walk up the stairs towards his bedroom, his large dog hot on his tail, paws tapping against the hardwood floor. he lightly rested a hand on your ass for support, using his other to comfortingly rub soothing circles across your spine, “m’ sweet, fawn,” he coos.

he brought you inside his room, riley running past him, over to his bed in the corner. ghost sat you on the foot of his bed, kissing your forehead before turning away from you.

you sat patiently, eyes curiously scanning your surroundings, taking in your neighbor’s room. his walls were plain, the lack of decoration making the room appear smaller than it was. looking over on his nightstand, smiling at the only picture you’ve seen in the entire house, one of ghost and riley on the beach. your neighbor had his arm around his dog, riley’s large tongue hanging out his mouth. “tha’ was a fun day for both of us,” you heard ghost say, re-entering the room.

“you both look so happy in it,” you smiled at him, seeing the brute holding some articles of clothing in his hands. “m’ got ya some clothes to change into,” he gives them to you, “should feel more comfortable.”

a beat. “do you think you could help me change into them?”

“m’ not so sure tha’s’ a good idea, sweets-” “b-but, ghost!” you interrupt him, “i don’t wanna get stuck in my dress,” you pouted, little arms crossing over your chest. your neighbor was gonna have to do something to straighten you out, your bratty stubbornness fully showing tonight.

after a short staring contest between the two friendly neighbors, the man obliged, helping you stand up. his large fingertips were barely able to grasp the tiny zipper on the back of your dress, sliding it off your body after he unzipped it.

keeping his eye contact on yours, he slid his shirt over your head, the fabric drowning your stature. ghost was so fucking huge, i mean the hem of his shirt reached passed your knees!

you stopped him from sliding a pair of his shorts over your legs, “your shirt is enough! feels like a big night gown,” twirling to show him, more giggling leaving you.

“alrigh’, fawn, need ya to lay down for m’,” he tells you, pleased at your immediate reaction to obey him. he began undressing himself, choosing to wear his balaclava while sleeping. he just wasn’t ready yet.

he pulled you into his arms when he got settled into bed, your head laying against his bare chest, listening to the sounds of his heartbeat. your neighbor reached a hand to the table side lamp, switching it off, leaving you both in complete darkness.

you felt him kiss your forehead again, the alcohol making your eyelids feel heavier and heavier by the second, slowly drifting you off to sleep. “don’ ya worry yer pretty head, fawn. m’ gonna’ be all yers in no time.”

had to pretend to be a little interested

pairing: neighbor!simon “ghost” riley x neighbor!reader

summary: a call to your neighbor saves you from arrogant assholes at the club

part 1!

part 2, a surge of drunk confidence

part 3, burn from the cursed mixture

part 4, this must be what heaven feels like

masterlist!

a/n: requests are open!!!!

simon had just finished getting out the shower when he heard his phone ring, hand pulling a shirt over his torso while the other answered, mild concern crossing the brute’s features when he saw your contact. it was a quarter after 1 am, not really “normal hours” for a neighbor to be calling.

“hello? y/n?” your neighbor’s gruff accent seeped through your phone, relief washing over you, “g-ghost!” you hiccuped, “you answered me,” a giggle leaves.

ghost smiled at the sound of your sweet voice, not missing the drunken slur attached, putting you on speaker phone so he could finish getting ready. if you’re callin’ him, ya surely need him for somethin’, right? “m’ course m’ did sweetheart. is everythin’ alrigh’?” he finished lacing up his big boots, skull balaclava slid over his head next, “comin’ ova’ to yer’s now-” he resumes when you interrupt him. “silly! i’m not home right now.”

a pause. “where are ya out so late at, fawn?”

something about your neighbor’s deep voice asking about your whereabouts sent chills across your body, dominating tone ringing in your ears. “i went out with some friends tonight, sir, but i don’t know where any of them went. i think they all left me,” you drunkingly whined out, ghost imagining you doing your cute little pout, lower lip jutted out. “a-and these guys are being weird to me! i keep telling them to l-leave me alone, but they won’t!” another whine.

hearing that only displeased your neighbor, a loud slam heard through the phone making you jump. “send m’ yer location now, fawn. m’ on tha’ way. do ya wan’ m’ to stay on tha’ phone with ya?”

confused by what you’re hearing, “y-you’re coming? i’m not close to home-” “m’ said if ya ever needed anythin’, ya ask me,” he doesn’t let you finish, truck now driving on the main road, “send yer location,” then he hangs up.

ghost’s deadly grip on the steering wheel had his knuckles turning white, loud rumbling from his truck silencing when he parked in front of the entrance to the club you were at. wha’ kinda “friends” would jus’ leave someone from their group behind? and ya hadda’ deal with stupid fuckin’ blokes alone because of it? the muscular giant was seething, slamming his car door shut again.

“here to get m’ girl,” the bouncer nodded at ghost, stepping to the side for him to walk through. ghost peaked the interest of people standing near the entrance immediately, flirty and intimidated stares swallowing him. he always grabbed the attention of everyone in any room he stepped in, the dancing music flooding his ear drums, a small rush of adrenaline soaring through his veins.

with an eye roll, he walked a few steps forward, using his height to his advantage trying to find you. he looked around the room, eyes scanning the dance floor, lounging tables, and restrooms, fists balling when he still couldn’t locate you.

his eyes finally wandered to the bar, your familiar strands of hair coming into view. the brute’s legs were moving before he knew it, taking long strides to quickly reach you, more anger washing over him when he saw the group of blokes surrounding you. they must’ve been who ya were talkin’ ‘bout. you clearly weren’t interested, ghost frowning at your very awkward laughing. he hated how you had to pretend to be a little interested in these assholes to feel safe.

ghost’s stomach dropped more when he saw them starting to touch you, one grazing a hand across your upper thigh, another moving your hair behind your shoulder, letting his hand linger on your dress strap.

“oh, no. no. no,” you’re trying to slide the man’s hand off your thigh, but he continued advancing upwards, fingertips grazing the hem of your short dress. “i have a boyfriend coming to pick me up!” you stood up, stepping away from the group of men. they’d been bothering you for two hours now, ever since you’d first noticed your missing “friends”. “is that right, little bitch-” the man stuttered, breaking eye contact with you, attention moving to something above your head.

“wha’ tha’ fuck were ya callin’ her?” you recognized the brit’s accent, feeling his strong arms pull you behind him, his enormous build blocking the men from your view. he kept a hand on your body behind him, your hands clasping his shirt. for a group of assholes who confidently talked your head off the entire night, they were pretty fucking quiet right now. “huh?” he raises an eyebrow behind his balaclava, “m’ couldn’ fuckin’ hear ya?” he menacingly steps closer to the group, the men cowering backwards slowly.

“we w-weren’t saying anything to your girl!” they pleaded with your neighbor. “really? ‘cause m’ thought she said she had her boyfriend comin’,” he spits out, releasing his hold on you, towering over the group now, “and ya bloody blokes were still fuckin’ touchin’ on her.”

“we’re sorry!” “didn’t mean to offend you, sir.” “she seemed like she was single!” the group started apologizing to ghost, making him angrily frown, scarily shaking his head. why tha’ fuck are these blokes apologizin’ to m’ when yer tha’ one that deserves it? ghost wasn’t having it.

“no,” horrifyingly low, your neighbor turning to you now, “c’mere, luvie’,” he motions his fingers for you. ghost tried his best to calm his voice when talking to you, concealing his anger from you.

you walked over to him, his arm wrapping around your waist when you reached him, “m’ not tha’ one ya bloody assholes should be apologizin’ to.”

sorry’s erupted from the men to you, your eyes widening at the scene unraveling. the feeling of your neighbor squeezing the side of your hip brought you out of your daze, “ya accept their apologies, sweetheart?” nodding your head, “i’m accepting it now, but don’t ever harass me or anyone else like that again. the things you all did to me tonight were extremely inappropriate.”

you wrapped your fingers around ghost’s bicep, his attention on you, “i’m ready to leave now,” a squeeze on his muscle, “please,” you desperately added. he nodded, sending one last threatening glare to the group, before leading you both out the club.

he opened his passenger side door for you, grabbing your waist to lift you inside his large truck. buckling your seatbelt next, securing it around your body, a hand moving to rest on your thigh, “m’ so sorry ya hadda’ deal with tha’ all alone. havin’ shitty friends leavin’ ya, bein’ bothered by those blokes,” he begins kneeding your thigh.

hearing your neighbor audibly voice the scenario you’d been ignoring made you break, the liquor you had encouraging the tears that started in your pretty eyes. “i c-can’t believe they left me, ghost!” you threw your arms around your neighbor’s neck, full on sobbing into his broad shoulder.

he soothingly rubbed up and down your spine, massive hands swallowing your back, “m’ know, hon’, m’ know.” your neighbor’s secure hold was providing so much comfort to you, your crying softening after a few minutes.

ghost pulled away from you when he heard you quiet, reaching to wipe any tears remaining on your puffy cheeks, “let m’ get ya home, sweets. let m’ take care of ya,” he offered, being able to smell the alcohol on your breath from the close proximity. your neighbor wanted to make sure you didn’t potentially choke on your vomit in your sleep. he didn’t know how much you had to drink, but he knew you were way past the legal limit.

you agreed, “could i stay with you and riley tonight?” thrown on the table instead, “i wanna see him too, sir!” a compromise, ghost could take care of your drunken state, and you could spend time with your neighbor and his dog, a win, win!

“m’ don’ see why not, fawn,” with a final pat to your thigh, he closes your door, walking to the driver side of his truck. you leaned over the console to open the door for him from the inside, ghost smiling under his balaclava.

you felt so lucky to have a neighbor who seemed to care so much for you, someone you could trust to help you with anything!

infinite strawberries for all eternity

pairing: neighbor!simon “ghost” riley x neighbor!reader

summary: you ask your neighbor for help with your gardening

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“okay, maybe i can’t do this on my own,” you huffed to yourself, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. your car’s trunk was open, you leaned inside, hunched over a large bag of soil compost, another large bag of perlite positioned next to it. you’ve been trying to pick up this stupid bag of compost for the last five minutes, failing to even lift it an inch. you needed a fucking break, choosing to rest your torso against the plastic, plump boobs pushed up to your chin.

“ya need some help there, fawn?” you heard a deep voice ask, yelping at the gruff accent that startled you, jumping up from the trunk, a loud thud being heard, followed by an ow. hitting the back of your head on the car’s roof, and it hurt so damn bad, hand quickly moving to the injured spot. “oh shit,” the sound of footsteps getting closer to you.

you felt a hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of your trunk and straightening your spine when you were free. you felt a second hand on the top of your head, assuming the person was shielding you from another potential injury. “s’ always somethin’ involvin’ m’ tha’ scares ya,” he tells you, moving his large hand from your head, taking hold of your tiny hand, the one that wasn’t clinging your bodily harm. “hi ghost,” you still sweetly say, despite your pain. “hi y/n,” he replies, now rubbing circles on your lower back, skull balaclava ruffling in the wind. oh, your neighbor was so enamored by you, obsessed with your good-natured spirit.

the brit had stepped outside his house for a smoke, your small figure repeatedly moving from your car to your house grabbing his attention. he noticed you were carrying things inside, taking a final inhale and puff before putting out the bud and walking towards your driveway. the man decided he would help his little neighbor, still feeling bad for the way his dog frightened you. he’s seen you since in passing, mostly while you’re on your walks, a beautiful smile adorned your features while you waved to him, the man nodding in return, but he hasn’t had the opportunity to actually speak with you. you seemed like your were struggling with the last couple of items, so what better chance than now?

the man’s cheeks reddened at your state. seeing your full, round ass perched in the air, plush thighs spread slightly, it was doing things to him, ghost moving a hand to his clothed dick. you were such a pretty bonnie to your british neighbor, the brute shaking his mind free of all the dirty thoughts he conjured, m’ here to help tha’ lass out, he reminded himself.

frowning at your current predicament, “saw ya strugglin’ and jus’ wanted to see if ya wanted m’ help?” he’s looking at the back of your head now, examining the damage, “m’ so sorry ‘bout yer pretty head, hon.”

“no worries! it doesn’t hurt too much anymore,” you try to reassure, but the ex lieutenant didn’t miss the way you winced when his hand grazed over the area. looking into his eyes, you continued, “i could actually use some help,” you attempt to change the subject, “i’m trying to make a strawberry tower, infinite strawberries for all eternity!” a beat. “what?”

“i saw a tutorial on how to make a plant tower for strawberries to grow in. i’ve been wanting to start a new project for a while, and i guess today is the first day, haha,” you giggle while explaining.

you showed your neighbor the video you were referring to, ghost nodding his head, “m’ can help ya with tha’. shouldn’ be too hard for us, fawn,” he winked next, you looking down at your intertwined fingers. he detected the blush on your cheeks, patting your back with his other hand, “let’s get to work, yeah?”

with a final squeeze to your hand, he walked you a couple of steps backwards, going to your trunk alone. you couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping at his succeeding actions, your neighbor picking up both bags of soil compost and perlite in one arm, using his available one to shut your trunk.

he faced you, gesturing you to lead the way. “is that not heavy, ghost?” your mouth still agape, leading the man to your backyard. “don’ weigh nothin’,” he shrugged. “not fair,” you mumbled, holding your front door open, the brute laughing. “the backyard door is at the very end, just keep walking straight.”

ghost couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming, couldn’t help observing your home, taking in your colorful furniture and abstract decorations. he needed to find ways to be in here more, a complete opposition to his dark furniture and boring, plain walls.

you opened the back door for him, following him to your pile of other gardening objects, “i already brought everything else here, so we can start now!”

you and ghost had been working on this project for a little over an hour, riley now running around in your backyard, barking at the occasional squirrel he saw. your neighbor brought him over about half an hour ago, you actually asking him if riley could come. “of course he can.”

ghost did all of the harder, physical labor, while you did more of the prepping, removing his shirt at some point, using it to wipe the sweat from his toned body. the sight was heavenly, his strong build sending a throb to your core, imagining feeling all his muscles with your hands. you coughed and awkwardly looked away when he caught you staring, a snicker leaving him. “u-uh, here’s the tutorial,” a cute stutter as you fumbled for your phone.

he obeyed the instructions, sticking the plant stake deep into the ground. you spent time cutting draining holes into each of your pots, placing them on the stick, alternating each one to build your tower. you watched your shirtless neighbor pour in the compost and perlite, the sweat glistening on his muscles making you salivate. ghost was so fucking attractive and he treated you so nicely. you felt yourself developing a little crush on your neighbor, wanting to somehow spend more time with him.

you buried your soaked strawberry roots into the pots after he flattened the mixture, the man going to grab your water hose while you were finishing up the last one. “all the strawberry roots are in!” you happily exclaimed, petting riley when he ran up to you.

you proceeded giving riley pets, the large brit spraying the hose over your strawberry tower. “s’ all officially done, sweets. we did it,” ghost tells you, joining you in your pets after returning your hose.

before you could stop yourself, you hugged him when he squatted down, ghost rocking back and forth, trying to balance both of you, “thank you so much for your help, ghost! it means so, so much to me,” you say, arms wrapping around his neck.

feeling his arms circle your waist, massive hands roaming your back, you wanted to melt in his hold, felt so weak in it, “m’ help ya with whateva’, fawn. wheneva’ ya need somethin, need anythin’, you tell m’, yeah?”

he pulls back at your lack of response, clutching your chin in his tight grip, forcing your attention on him, your eyes on him. “tha’s’ no good,” he tsks, raising your chin higher, leaning your head back, “m’ asked ya a question.”

“i u-understand, sir,” you gulped out, the man releasing his hold on your face, you wrapping yourself around him again. “good.”

he kept you in his hold for a while longer, the both of you craving this for longer than you’d like to admit. feeling your hot neighbor’s beefy muscles around your smaller frame, oh, it was just straight ecstasy. what would it take to get this man inside? get in his pants? the things you’d do to ghost, yeah, you needed that.

maybe you could invite him over for dinner one day?

had to pretend to be a little interested

pairing: neighbor!simon “ghost” riley x neighbor!reader

summary: a call to your neighbor saves you from arrogant assholes at the club

part 1!

part 2, a surge of drunk confidence

part 3, burn from the cursed mixture

part 4, this must be what heaven feels like

masterlist!

a/n: requests are open!!!!

“hello? y/n?” your neighbor’s gruff accent seeped through your phone, relief washing over you, “g-ghost!” you hiccuped, “you answered me,” a giggle leaves.

a pause. “where are ya out so late at, fawn?”

you walked over to him, his arm wrapping around your waist when you reached him, “m’ not tha’ one ya bloody assholes should be apologizin’ to.”

you felt so lucky to have a neighbor who seemed to care so much for you, someone you could trust to help you with anything!

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