Vit

At the moment he is fostering a white kitten that screams at him in the early hours of the day to get its food.

The little kitten being so loud that even his cute neighbour has heard it.

So now reader comes over every other day with sweet treats for the small kitten and also some for Simon.

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.

you decided to give him a chance and bring him to your place that was closer. he was really not what you expected, he talked like a caring gentleman back at the pub, but the second you entered your apartment, he immediately pushed you on the couch and ripped off your underwear. he roughly manhandled you, and you let him do it.

after multiple orgasms on the sofa, he picked you up and proceeded in your bedroom. he took you harshly in doggy style, your cheek flat against your mattress. you were a babbling mess as his balls rapidly met your ass cheeks, his hands firmy gripping your hair to make you stay in place. you could hear his gruff voice behind you, however you were too far gone to decipher what he was saying to you.

when you woke up next morning he was gone, you found a scratch of paper on your bedside table, his number.

that's how your first night ended, it was the beginning of it.

it’s been a few months now, and you noticed a change in john’s attitude. he doesn’t leave immediately after you fall asleep anymore, you always find him sleeping soundly next to you in the morning, he even made you breakfast once.

he always pays for you when you meet at the pub, even when you order takeout, he never said anything about it ; you never questioned it either.

the most shocking one was how he acted in bed, the 'fuckin’ slut' turned into 'takin’ me so well, luv'. the way he couldn’t help but put his lips on your skin, lips as he fucked you. or how he gently brushed strands of hair off your sticky face when you were completely cock drunk.

but what really made you realize that everything changed was when you woke up at 3am, your phone buzzing. you grabbed it and got slightly stunned by the screen light 'Jonathan' proudly showing on it. you frowned, price was on a deployment since a few weeks now, was he okay ? you heard his gruff voice when you picked up, "i don’t know why i called you, luvie" a faint sight escaped his lips, "do you miss me?" it was his way to say that he did. you chuckled softly, and price felt his heart squeeze at the other end of the line.

you stayed on the phone quite a long time, before you heard someone call him.

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.

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tw accidental voyeurism, slight dubcon

Thinking about roommate!Konig coming home early from deployment, only to hear you whimpering pitifully from your room. Fresh with the adrenaline from the mission, he’s moving before he can think, quietly moving through the house until he gets to your room.

You’re whimpering his name, pleading. Later, he will have time to marvel over the fact that you called out for him. For now…

The door creaks open and he enters, silent and deadly, every muscle in his body poised for combat.

The sight that greets him, however, makes his mind blank out. He was prepared for combat, for what? A robbery gone wrong? A serial killer?

Anything but this. You, face down into a pillow, your hand bent at an awkward angle as it works a pink toy into your tight hole. The towel you’ve sensibly laid down is marked with wet patches, a mixture of your slick and lube used to further ease the big toy in.

And you’re making the sweetest noises, breathy whimpers of his name. The toy, while impressive in size, still pales in comparison to him. You’re already struggling to take it, he almost wants to coo at the sight. And the way you’ve positioned yourself, surely that can’t be comfortable?

anyway, you’re on a mission, he’s on sniper duty and keeps an eye on you while you sneak between crates and shadows

when he drops “what’s got two legs and bleeds?”

“i don’t know, but i have two legs and they’re open”

You’ve never seen Simon without his dog tags on. They’re always there, strung around his neck. Even when he fucks you they dangle in front of you like bait on a hook, hitting your face in tune with every thrust he makes. 

Once, he asked if it bothered you, but in response you grabbed the tags and pulled his face closer to yours, capturing his lips in a heated kiss while he rammed deep inside of you. He had let out a low growl into your mouth and moved his hand to the bed frame to brace himself. You were in for a treat after that. Later that night in the shower with him, you noticed a faint red and purpleish line across the back of his neck where the chain of the dog tags rested. Ever since that day you made it a point to pull on his tags, forcing his face closer to yours, hot and heavy breaths intertwining with each others, egging him on to fuck you harder.

There was one day, after Simon had returned from a long mission, you climbed on top of him with an eagerness you hadn't felt in ages. His hands immediately went to grab the bottom of your t-shirt, and he lifted it over your head, leaving you bare in front of him. His shirt soon joined yours, thrown off to the side somewhere on the floor.