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ֶָ֢⭒Rho ֶָ֢⭒

@semenriley

She/her | 21 | Might contain nsfw

Simon Riley Masterlist

Hii ya'll!! I'm Rho. I go by she/her. Bisexual. And new here on Tumblr. I write fics and imagines of Call of Duty's - Simon Riley. Let me know if you have requests for any other character of Cod fandom.

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Please Let me know if any of the links below is broken. I'll update it 🐛
How to navigate :
#semwrites for oneshots
#semimagines for imagines

What I won't write aka my big ass No-Nos:

misogyny and transhate/ I dont fw omegaverse (idk what it is + I can make him a cockroach at most)/ homophobia is not tolerated/ any sort of non-con.

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Imagines -

Anonymous asked:

not a request but i simply had to tell you that i read one of your works- first impression, did a double take at the blog name and laughed my ass off. fuck it’s brilliant.

I JUST EDITED A POST AND WHEN I CLICKED "SAVE TO DRAFTS" IT DISAPPEARED AND A POPUP CAME "SOMETHING FLUBBED TRY AGAIN". I AM STARTING TO HATE TUMBLR SO FUCKING MUCH.

Cause where did it go tumblr? Up your ass or what!!

Anonymous asked:

Hey are u MDNI or not?

(also yes please do write a fic where ghost is a cockroach)

So far I've written only fluff and blurbs. But I am open to writing smut. It's just that I don't have any original ideas yet...but I will be happy to have requests for it.

🙂‍↔️

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Simon Riley × Reader on beach!!!

A/N : This is pure chaos. Enjoy it guys I wrote this on 2 hours of sleep. Likes, reblogs and comments are more than apprecisted. And if you see a grammatical error or a spelling mistake - NO YOU DON'T.

It was a beach date with him.

The same beach you’d chewed his ear off about for weeks.

"I need to get there" you’d insisted. "It’s so serene. It’s literally on my bucket list."

Simon - huge, broad, built like the sea itself might bounce off him sighed.

"Aye, alright. Christ. If I hear 'serene' one more time…"

Now the sun was sinking low, the sky painted in the prettiest shades of pink and orange. Soft. Unreal. Serene.

If this wasn’t heaven, then what was?

You smiled, padding out into the waves, skirt fluttering as the wind teased at it. You lifted your phone, snapping photos.

"Don’t go gettin’ soaked" Simon called from behind you. "I ain’t carryin’ you back."

You laughed. "You absolutely would."

He snorted. "Push yer luck, woman."

You were mid-photo when you heard sand crunch behind you. Heavy steps. Familiar ones.

You turned.

Simon Riley...Simon 'Ghost' Riley - mountain of a man - was down on one knee. The man who won't ever kneel save for the time he had to tie his shoelaces.

You froze.

"…Simon?"

He was holding a greasy paper bag of fries???

Im so proud of this one ughh.

Simon bloody! Riley who eats like every meal you make is his last on Earth.

Hell, he would lick his fingers clean and swipe the plate with his thumb.

“Si” you laugh scandalised by his table manners.

“What?” he grunts, already reaching for you instead of the sink. “Said it were good, didn’t I?”

“That doesn’t mean you lick the plate!”

“Saves water,” he shrugs before hauling you up like you weigh nothing.

You smack his chest, giggling. “Put me down –kitchen”

“Bedroom,” he corrects.

“Food was good. Wanna thank the chef proper.”

...and he does. Always does. Kissing you stupid until you forget what you were even laughing about in the first place.

But.

There’s one thing.

One absolute, non-negotiable line.

Onions. Onions.

Anonymous asked:

yo can i get uhhhh more simon x desi reader pls something nsfw with mentions of bangles and payals and shit on the side pretty pleaaaasseeeee (whenever you have time no pressure love tc ily muah)

I think I'll be posting Sarg's wife × Simon next.

But I did write one desi fic earlier.

It's here 💗🌷

Ily too anon. I might write some nsfw stuff later on. 👀

SIMON HAS HIS NAME ON YOUR PALM

Pairing : Simon Riley × Desi! Reader
Enjoyyy guyss. For non-desi readers : Sometimes married women in here hide names of their lovers in their henna. And the harder it is to find - the stronger love will be....a cute asf thing to do!!!
Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated. 🦢

Simon Riley who goes dead quiet the moment you come back with fresh mehendi, still darkening on your palms, smelling like earth and something sweeter. His eyes drop straight to your palms.

“…that for me, that?” he walks closer, already reaching for you.

You barely get a laugh out before he’s hauling you into his lap with his thumbs hovering over the patterns like they might smudge. (They will idiot)

“Si baby, I need to sleep.”

“Yeah? Sleep here then.” he mutters, dragging you closer and hooking his chin over your shoulder. God this will be a long night huh.

“Ain’t movin’ till I find it.”

You swat at him grinning. “You’re insane.”

Hey y'all!!

So I am working out these days. At home but I do have few dumbells. You know what I realised - it's hard finding stuff on internet designed just for women. Most of it is so intense and does not focus on our cycle and stuff.

So what all videos or creators do you girlies recommend?? 🥹💗

RHOOO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW OBSESSED I AN WITH VAMPIRE SIMON AND HEALER READER. LIKE OMGGG SIMON WHAT DO YOU WANTTTT WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DOO DON'T EAT HER BABYYYY .LIKE- I ACTUALLY SCREAMED INTO MY PILLOW WHEN I READ THAT ITS AMAZINGGGG

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Ahahah Tysm!!! 🥹💗

He will do more than that.😏

You'd think Simon Riley would fall in love like every other man. No. A BIG NO.

It wasn't until he was out for a walk one evening. Got a month off the base so might as well act like a normal civilian eh? Have some pancakes by the lake, whistle a tune as he walks. Sure why not.

Until he walks past you and mutters sideyeing your dog "wet rat". You freeze looking at the huge ass man walking past you...what did he just say.

Did he just whistle and call your sweet angel puppy a wet rat!!???

You shriek stomping to match his pace and tap his shoulders to make him look back.

"What", he mumbles looking down at you. Jesus who let their pet gargoyle out. He was tall enough to fix street lights.

"You are so rude for what reason man. Have I stepped on you or what" you frown sizing him up.

"You heard it then eh. Wanna hear it again", he scoffs already turning back.

"No no. You say sorry right now mister", you reach out to hold his elbow to make him face you.

Uh...why wasn't it working. It usually does.

You see his gaze drop to your dog again who was very much barking at his boots. Her little bows shaking as she shows him teeth and growls. Couldn't even reach his knees. He leans his head lower to see her better.

"That's one hell of a stupid looking rat if I ever saw one-

Thwack!!!

Your fist, his nose, perfect!!

You had imagined this scenario a hundred times. Punching a random man on street. Because why not.

You gasp waiting for a reaction.

Instead he just stands still touching his nose. And oh...he grins stepping closer. Before you could land another punch, he shoves his phone into your reaching palms.

"Your number.Now".

"What why", you were so confused. Was this a dream. Nothing made sense. You just punched him and he is asking for your number.

"I'll apologize tomorrow evening at the cafe down the street", he says taking his phone back as you type your number frowning.

He crouches down and take a little pink bow off your pups collar and walks away.

While you stood baffled, Simon damned Riley was planning ways to win your heart over. No one, especially a civilian had the audacity to do what you did - without an inch of hesitation.

That too over a little dog.

He looks at the screen smiling at the name you saved your contact under "Not happening cocksucker".

Oh he'll make sure it happens. You wanna make him apologize so bad don't ya??

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Vampire Knight Simon × Healer Reader

Part 1

A/N : I have no idea how vampires work guys. So sorry for any "that doesnt work that way". So I just hoa hoa hoa-d my way through this. I hope you all like this though. Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated 🌷

Emberholt was the richest kingdom across seven seas – and still, the cheapest thing in it was you.

A healer.

A curse with a pulse they said. There were just twelve of you.

Magic in your hands and a target on your back. You learned early – keep your head down, don’t speak unless spoken to, don’t even exist unless needed.

Because healers didn’t get thanked here. They got punished. Used. Disposed of.

You were twelve when you held a bleeding puppy in your little palms. Crying because it was you who left the door open and she bolted out when a carriage thundered through streets. Poor baby was dying because of your carelessness. You also remember hugging her sobbing, palms too warm and just like that - she was all good.

Yeah, that's when your parents threw you on streets. They couldn't risk having a "rotten one" at home. Couldn't risk getting caught for harboring sin knowing your baby brother was just months old.

So you were handed off to the palace where you have been and still are for the last twelve years.

Still–

“Oi, healer,” the Prince calls, all lazy grin and mischief, falling into step beside you.

“You plannin’ on ignorin’ me forever or what?”

“My!! Your majesty, I wasn’t–”

“Don’t start,” he snorts.

“Hate it when you do that. You do it when people are around don't you.”

“You shouldn't talk to me."

GETTING A TATTOO FOR SIMON!!!!!

A/N: Yeah yeah...hell yeah...Likes, comments and reblogs are loved and fucked.
Pairing: Simon Riley× Reader

Simon Riley, yeah, that Simon Riley – who’s got your name inked just above his heart.

Not hidden, not subtle, not anything close to discreet. Nah. He shows it off.

Man acts like a peacock for fucks sake.

Rolling his sleeves up on base, vest hanging just low enough, chest flexing like he’s got something to prove. Training new recruits? Oh, he’s leaning in real close.

“Keep yer stance steady – nah, like this c’mon, don’t wobble.”

And there it is. Your name. Bold. Permanent. Sitting over his heart like a claim.

Marked.

He likes it. Loves it, even.

On missions it's worse.

He’ll sit there, back against cold concrete, helmet tipped back and fingers ghosting over the ink. Tracing every letter. Again. Again. Again. Grounding himself.

“Stay alive” he mutters under his breath, thumb pressing hard over your name.

“Got someone waitin’, yeah?” And just like that he is steady again.

So obviously…you decide you need one too. For him. (you’ve never had a tattoo in your life but that’s irrelevant.)

You’ve already got a whole Pinterest board–tiny skulls, delicate lines, something dainty.

Harmless. Right????