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emeraldborealis · 3 days

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Comfort

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x GN!reader

TW//CW: Hurt/comfort, mention of nightmares, established relationship, soft Simon, no use of y/n.

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You woke with a start, a clawing tingling sensation building under your skin, a spike in your breathing. Your heart racing like a derby horse, let loose with a jolt of adrenaline. Refusing to slow until falling or passing an imaginary finish line. There would never be an end to this.

It was dark in the room, fear and panic growing even after the nightmare had ended, the memory of what it was about was quickly fading, the fear was not.

It had all felt so real, so vivid, the touches and pain still felt like they were there, you could almost feel them searing under your skin. Wanting to burst out, become something real, something that could hurt you more than just in your mind.

"You alright, love?" The soft voice of Simon beside you helped calm your racing heart, taking a deep breath you sighed, realizing you'd woken him up with your nightmare, turning to face him you found him already looking at you, his face hard to make out in the dark, but his eyes were on you.

"I'm alright." Your voice was a little weak when you spoke. Reaching out to him in your nearly blacked out room, his familiar shape was visible to you only by the soft moonglow from a crack in the curtains. He was here, you were alright. You'd be alright. Simon was here. He wasn't going to let anything happen to you.

When your hand connected with the worn fabric of his sleep shirt he pulled you closer, holding you comfortably to him. "Another nightmare?" Gently he cradled your head in his hand, bringing it to rest under his chin, you felt his chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath.

You'll be okay. You'll be alright.

"Yeah." Closing your eyes you pressed further into him, breathing him in, drinking down his natural scent, it was soothing. Simon was a man you could trust, one who would never hurt you. He was a man who would part oceans of people for you, a man who would scare away the fear constantly bubbling inside of you without complaint. "How'd you know?"

"The shift in your breathin' woke me up." Gently his fingers started massaging into the nape of your neck, keeping you close and comfortable. He was an enigma to you, someone so hurt yet still so gentle. Not with everyone, but with you he was.

"You sleep that light?" You knew he was a light sleeper, but you didn't know it was to that extreme. A pebble of guilt began to build inside of you. He must never sleep when he sleeps with you.

"Unfortunately." His hand traveled down your neck, trailing up and down your spine, his fingers pressing firm enough to feel the notches of each vertebra as he went. "Want to talk about it?"

"Not really. I don't remember most of it, just the general feeling it gave me. It was a bad one." You moved more into him, you wanted to cry, wanted to scream. You were so sick and tired of these nightmares, never ending, never relenting. There was something fundamentally wrong with you, there must be, for rest to be more tiring than not sleeping at all.

You hadn't been through what Simon's been through, haven't seen the same brand of hell he has. You didn't have the right to complain to him, not when he's objectively been through worse. You weren't loved right, you saw things, went through things, but those weren't comparable to him.

"That's alright." He brought you ever closer, letting you move on top of him. If you could fall and sink into him you would in a heartbeat. Settle inside his bones, let them be a protective cage, keep everything else away from you. "So long as you don't want to talk about it because you think my nightmares are worse or some shite like that."

He's chastised you more times than you can count about not wanting to talk to him about your problems, told you just because things could be worse doesn't mean they're not hard.

"No, well, yes yours are probably worse. But I really don't remember this one, still wouldn't want to talk about it if I did. I just like to try and forget them." Laying your head over his heart you let his steady heartbeat stabilize you, gravity taking the few tears from your eyes and making them fall onto the fabric of his shirt.

Your hand laid on the other side of his chest, fingers rubbing small circles, your pointer and thumb pinching his shirt. You hated this, hated when you'd wake him up with your nightmares, hated having them at all. Simon needed someone better than you, someone who wasn't damaged, someone who wasn't just as scared as he was to go to sleep at night.

"I understand." Simon laid his hand over yours on his chest, holding it gently. "Just because the water could be deeper doesn't mean you can't be drownin' where you are. Trauma isn't a competition, I know you've been made to feel it is your whole life because people want to silence you. But talk to me, I'm 'ere for you, darlin'."

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just hard, I'm trying." Turning your head you rested your chin on him, looking up at his face, his beautiful face. The first time you saw it you couldn't even speak, it was the face of the man you love. There was nothing else you needed to say about it. There was nothing else anyone needed to say about it. If people didn't see it for the beauty you did, then that was their loss. "They just- never stop."

"I know. I know. I understand." The pad of his thumb gently swiped under your eye, a frown coming to his face when he felt it was wet with tears.

Scooting up his body you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his. "Don't frown, they're just dreams. Hurts for a while, but I'll be alright, you're here. I'm okay. I'm okay." You repeated it just as much for yourself as him.

"I wish you could sleep peacefully through the night, I wish you didn't have bags under your eyes from exhaustion. I wish I could keep the nightmares at bay. I wish you wouldn't have to understand this pain like I do." His hands moved to rest on your back, rubbing up and down.

"Life is pain, isn't it? Everyday we can go through hell, and we just keep living, just keep going. Isn't that persistence what life is? What makes us human?" Gently you moved your fingers over his face, trailing the bridge of his nose and shape of his eyebrows. "My dreams are not something that are allowed to define me, that hell is not going to be who I am. But I'd be alright if when all was said and done I was known for loving you."

"Known for lovin' me? It is a 'eavy task." Simon chuckled, kissing your nose.

"That's not what I was saying and you know it." Pushing on his chest you sat up, half straddling him. "And it's not a 'task', loving you comes as naturally as breathing, so don't give me that crock of shit."

"Alright, I stand corrected." His hand moved to rest comfortably on your hip, softly squeezing it. "I'd like to be known for lovin' you, above all else. I'd like for my time spent with you to be the thing my life is associated with."

"It's a 'heavy task'." You mocked his words, mimicking his voice in an obnoxious manner.

"Alright enough of that." Sitting up Simon wrapped his arms around you, falling backwards he pulled you back down to lay with him, ignoring your noise of surprise he kept a tight hold on you, preventing you from being able to move. "You're perfect." The playfulness was gone, replaced with a soft tenderness.

"But I wish I was flawless, I wish I knew what it was like to live a life without this burden. I wish I could just be like everyone else. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, I don't know what's causing these dreams. I just want them to go away." Your voice wavered as a lump formed in your throat, a burning coal. Sniffing you tried to hold back your emotions.

"We'll get you to the point you can sleep through the night without bad dreams soon, I promise. I'll find a way to turn those restless dreams into somethin' peaceful. Soon you'll feel fine, no more eyebags, no more nightmares." It wasn't something he could guarantee, but the conviction in his voice silenced all of the doubts in your mind.

"You make things better, when I wake up to you I remember I'm alright. I don't know what I'd do without you." Taking a deep breath you relaxed yourself, settling yourself so you can start trying to go back to sleep.

"I'll always be 'ere, love. Get some rest. I'm 'ere." The feeling of him kissing your temple furthered you into calming down. Closing your eyes you nuzzled into him.

"Let's have something good for breakfast, but you make it, and you clean it up, and I just partake." You mumbled sleepily into him.

"Fuckin' 'ell you're a twerp. We'll see." His comfort was all surrounding, holding you safely, it kept you warm and calm. He was all you needed, all you wanted. Waking up to him would always be the reason for you to fall asleep again.

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tfmerc · 2 days

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okay what abt like a Simon and foster! kid reader? I'm currently writing one but I haven't seen a tone of people write abt this b4. Just curious

The idea of Fosterdad!Simon is so sweet :(

Just know he parades that kid around, showing them off to all the boys

read bellow cut :3

Simon let out a soft huff, sluggishly raising his hand towards his eyes; pinching softly at the bridge of his nose. He shifted slightly, lashes fluttering as he took in his surroundings. The plush of the couch, sunrise creeping through the closed blinds.

A heavy grunt passed his lips, kicking his feet over the edge of the couch. Bracing himself with his thighs, before he finally made his way to his feet; a string of cracking joints caused him to groan quietly. Slowly stumbling his way from the couch, he made his way towards your room; peering in through the ajar door.

He couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across his lips, each rise and fall of your chest brought him great comfort. A living, breathing reminder that this was real. The fighting, suffering and loss was all worth it.

Simon slowly creeped into the room, footsteps light as a feather as makes his way towards your sleeping form; brows frowning softly. He sat down at the end of your bed, a tentative hand reaching to brush the stray strands of your hair away from your face. Watching with gentle eyes as you scrunched your nose and turned away from the ticklish touch.

You were perfect. Anything and everything you did was like that of an angel in your old man’s eyes.

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yawnderu · 4 months

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''You're doing the thing!'' Your excited expression causes a small smile to tug at his lips, his warm hand pressing on the back of your head as he settles you down on his chest again.

''Don't know what you're talking about.'' He forces you to keep your head on his chest to stop you from seeing the way he's trying not to laugh, playing dumb.

''Go back to sleep, love. 'S making you delusional.'' You roll your eyes yet still decide to listen to him, letting your body relax and take in the warmth that comes from his bare body. You're about to drift off to sleep before you feel it against your cheek— his chest flexing, pecs tensing up and becoming more defined under his skin a few times until he releases the tension with a stifled chuckle as he feels you trying to look at him.

''You did it again!''

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simonzmama · 20 days

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creds: @plutism

‘magining simon helpin his pretty girl shave after he’s knocked you tf up

he’s heard you callin from the bathroom, panic settling into his chest like a heavy weight as he bursts through the door. yet, you’re sitting on the edge of the tub, rob thrown over your bare body messily as you stare up at him with sweet lil sad eyes.

which is how he got to where he was now, kneeling on the tub floor with his head between your wide thighs. his left hand digs into the soft, healthy meat on your thigh as his right gently drags the razor over the patch of pretty hair resting on your pubic bone.

he’s so gentle it makes your heart swoon, stomach fillin with nausea n heart pumpin with nothing but love for this sweet man.

his left hand slides down your thigh to peel your lips apart, his hand steady as he shaves you clean. he’d be murmuring soft praises n leaves light kisses to your knee trying to get you as comfy as he can. (def has a smile on his face the whole mf time too)

“want me to get your legs for you too, hon?” ‪‪❤︎‬

pls cuz he’d be so sweet, no embarrassment wich your mannnn!!

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forsworned · 11 days

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Author's note: for my sweet, sweet, @dmitriene , because you listened to me and went to bed instead of staying up like a maniac <3

The thing about Simon is, that he's always observing you. Whether you're stretching out on the couch in the commons because you've been sitting there for hours translating Russian military documents or the way you poke your tongue out in concentration as you hone your sights on any enemy through your sniper scope. Or even the smaller details like, when he's reading written reports and he doesn't even need to see your name signed at the bottom to know that it's your handwriting.

So it shouldn't come as a surprise when he's stripping off his black compression tee when you both get home from a long recon mission and he's pulling you to his side, pressing his bicep to your shoulder and your eyes are reaming. The dainty flower tattoo that you have etched below your clavicle is seemingly connected to his bicep that is a continuation of the stem with delicate little blossoms. It's still fresh, a raw red like he just got it a few days ago and you're literally in awe. The gesture was so small and yet so grandiose.

"So, I can hav' a piece o' ya anywhere I go." He murmurs, tracing the patterns of the leaves and stems of your tattoo.

Your eyes are welling up and he quickly thumbs them away, tilting your chin upward to place a chaste kiss to your lips and then to your forehead. "Don' get all emotional on me, dovie."

"Can't help it." You croak out, grinning from ear-to-ear as you touch the fresh black ink. He doesn't even wince a bit at your touch.

A piece of you.

Safe to say Simon is indeed a romantic.

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dmitriene · 19 days

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simon gets drunk quickly, being quite sensitive to alcohol — something that others are completely unaware of, even his mates, because his every emotion is well controlled, and his reddened skin is hidden behind the fabric of imposing balaclava.

but you know how charming his rather pale skin looks while being covered with a pinkish blush, pupils are dilated and absorb his already dark brown eyes, somewhat reminiscent of roasted almonds, making them even darker and more bottomless.

you're not afraid to let him go out for a drink, not only because you know he's going out with his close comrades from the army, but also because you know that at the end of the evening he'll be back in your arms, even on slightly wobbly legs, with unfocused vision — he knows you'll be waiting for him at home, with a mug of his favorite tea ready.

and he wouldn't trade that feeling for anything else in this world.

your care and trust in him makes him dizzier than alcohol, with how sweetly you help him shed his jacket and combat boots, neatly moving everything out of the way before gently wrapping your arm around his biceps, leading him from the threshold into the depths of your shared house, to the dimly lit kitchen, where you carefully sit him down on a chair.

a warm mug of fragrant tea, the smell of freshly cooked dinner on the stove is in the air, the fluttering touches of your fingers when you stroke simon's shoulder and biceps, standing next to him when he pulls off his balaclava and puts his lips on the edge of the mug, taking a few sips, and almost purrs with pleasure.

you watch with a smile, squint your eyes and continue to silently stroke simon wherever your hand reaches, before he turns with a slight crunch of a wooden chair to wrap his broad arms around your waist, hoisting you onto his burly lap and immediately covering you with warm, sloppy kisses, each one warm and carries scent of smoke and bourbon.

it makes you giggle, his light, barely overgrown stubble rubs against your soft cheeks and temples, where warmth blooms beneath his little kisses as your arms curl against his neck and you press closer, head lolling against his sturdy chest as simon squeezes you lightly, letting you listen to each steady beat of his heart.

and it's beats for you, cause simon breathes and lives just to feel your care and touch, to repay you for your tenderness by giving you all of himself.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 15 days

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Toothache

How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"?

Synopsis: Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?

Apologies to this mess of a lyricfic, I couldn't help it even though this was supposed to be a relationship analysis..

MEN WRITTEN BY ANA HUANG ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. Alright back to our original programmed schedule with Hozier. ALSO SURPRISE! THIS CONTAINS 3 HOZIER SONGS as an apology for not posting these past two weeks due to me enjoying holidays, reading, prom dress picking and wanting to stab myself because of life, there's the added bonus 👀

My CoD Masterlist

My Simon Riley x You Playlist

Also reader in this one had a lot of characterization, she's me fr, so AFAB?Reader, Fem!Reader, Short!Reader, Reader is VERY feminine with fashion, soft-girl-sunshine!Reader and Chubby?Reader. Y'all have no idea how hard it is to write without a personality and physical intimacy in romance, I tried but failed 😭

Warnings and Disclaimers: Mentions and details on sexual content ahead (is this considered smut? Idk anymore). Not detailed smut but vivid memories of sexual intercourse (especially the dialogue) with Simon. Again, this is a safe account for all ages because I'm not a MDNI acc, you are responsible for your own media consumption. DO NOT GO ON MY DMS, INBOX OR REPLY TO MY CONTENT TO TELL ME YOUR AGE. I don't need to know that and let's strive to not make each other uncomfortable. Mentions of questioning of religion or rather belief on afterlife??

Pink, bold and italic: Lyrics

Italic: recalling past events

Little snippet of an image of how I imagined he'd hold you, courtesy of the one and only @ave661

"It can't be said I'm an early bird, it's 10 o'clock before I say a word. Baby, I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?"

Simon Riley was never a man to live the life he was taught to in the military, it was out of habit for him to not leave his room until around noon. Then there was you, his roommate, he didn't exactly calculate how much it would affect his personal life to save money through rent by willingly letting someone within the same living space.

He'd find himself with not even a wink of sleep, hearing your footsteps through the thin walls, hearing the lock on the windows outside click open.

"You kept telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. But then you wake up from the sunrise."

He'd always hear you, quite frankly it was like nagging on the constant.

"Simon you shouldn't do that, you'll hurt yourself"

"Simon please go get some rest"

"Simon.."

He'd swear he'd rip his own ears out every time his name falls from your lips from how sweet and chirpy it sounded and yet deafening silence would consume him whenever you aren't around.

"You don't gotta pretended, Baby, now and then. Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake? Smellin' lika bonfire, lost in the haze?"

Something about you makes it so tempting for Simon to give in, I mean it would be a one time thing, wouldn't it? So soft, so pliant, he set himself up for an addiction. It wasn't healthy, he knew this, he'd convince himself of the fact that he would end up hurting you.

Just too different, it repeated like a mantra in his head. He was bitter, brooding and didn't find any sense of pleasure in living. Why'd you think he has the job he chose? It's all he knew, till you skip your way into his life, giving him the sweetness he was deprived of.

"If you're drunk on life babe, I think it's great. But while in this world, I think I'll take my whiskey neat"

Drowning himself in alcohol, a trait Simon promised himself he wouldn't ever do when he was young, setting his glass down with a small thud from the wooden table. But what would the kid version of him know about life. He didn't have healthier options of coping with what seems to be his dilemma.

But then there you were, sweet little thing coming home at the late hour in that skimpy dress of yours. Revealing too much to the eyes of those who wish to have you for themselves with just one look. Where did you go that night?

"My coffee black in my bed at three, you're too sweet for me"

Desperately trying to keep himself awake and at bay from his thoughts of you. Drowning himself in now two cups of straight black coffee to help him focus.

It was odd, you got used to the scent, was strong with a lack of sweetness but it calmed you down knowing he was around.

How he'd corrupt you, he wanted to shatter that rose tinted glasses of yours to save you from himself because being with him would change you. Selfish but he doesn't want that, you were utter perfection..

Simon further delved into his feelings, what the fuck was wrong with him?

"I aim low. I aim true, and the ground's where I go. I work late where I'm free from the phone and the job gets done"

Grumbling, Simon walks back into the apartment in the middle of the night. You heard a thud, you come out of your bedroom, yawing from you incomplete sleep.

"Si..? Are you hurt? What happened?" You asked in a soft tone, careful not to agitate someone would could possibly be pissed off.

Simon stays silent, glaring at you as his eyes was only thing visible because of his balaclava. Your soft gaze intimidated him, because why would he feel that squeeze in his heart?

"But you worry some, I know but who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate. The rest of you like you're the TSA, I wish I could go along Babe, don't get me wrong..."

The only thing Simon heard was a sigh from you and nothing more, you walk up to him, each footstep feeling louder than that last.

Something Simon didn't expect you to do was wrap you arms around his waist, tiny thing you are that your head only goes up to his chest. Your body against his, basking in the warmth in contrast to the cold weather he had to deal with coming home.

"You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. If you can sit in a barrel maybe I'll wait, until that day.."

You took care of him that night, to his reluctance and stubbornness. Despite refusing, he had no choice, he wouldn't want a soft thing like you on his ear the whole night till he agrees. You were persuasive in your own irritating way.

Sitting on the edge of the tub of the warm bath he's in, washcloth in hand. Touch was so gentle, why was it so soft? Why's it so warm? "It's the water you fucking idiot" his subconscious screaming at him. In denial.

Why is his heart beating so fast..? He wants to stab it to stop the feeling..

"I'd rather take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three. You're too sweet for me"

Using both your hands this time around, one gently holding his chin with your fingers while the other wiping away at the eyeblack he had. Every scar on his face felt the graze of your finger.

The slow blinks, your eyes on his. Before any conscious thoughts consume Simon, he lifts his arms from the warm water and wraps them around you.

Your nightgown was now damp but you couldn't care less, now with the man you were pinning over, foreheads against the other.

"Si.." you softly whisper. That nickname will be the death of him, you'll be the death of him. He crashes his lips on yours, not wanting to let go till you both were panting. You were too fucking sweet, your lips, your skin, everything. He wanted a taste and he got it...

"My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshiped her sooner"

Another sleepless night wasn't uncommon for someone like Simon.. however this aching feeling wasn't, he doesn't know where it's from or what it's about. Not until he heard you in the kitchen, letting out a giggle even though you knew better.

"If the Heavens ever did speak, She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week "We were born sick"

That sweet fucking voice, like the angels speaking to him themselves. "Oh- I'm sorry Si, did I wake you up?" You asked, turning around to the sound of his footsteps.

That tiny nightdress of yours, a reminder of the night you spent together, that morning you slept in his bed.

Lashes beautifully displayed on the delicate skin of your under eyes. Soft noises while your chest was peacefully moving up and down with every breath.

"She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom". The only Heaven I'll be sent to, is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well. A, Amen, Amen, Amen"

"Simon.. Ahh~" you moan out softly, your body writhing underneath him. It felt hot, sweaty despite the well ventilated room, so intimate from something that was supposed to be the farthest thing from domestic.

"Shhh, you can take it sunshine.. You don't want the neighbors to hear us, do you?" Simon whispers, callous hand covering your mouth with as little pressure possible, you whimper at his words.

Closing your eyes to lose yourself in the pleasure you've never felt before. Your body being worshiped with gentle hands and soft kisses that leave marks by the very same man who kept distancing himself from you, now he'd stop at nothing for your pleasure.

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life."

"Simon.. no more–" you whined. Scratching his back hard enough to leave marks without being aware, he'd always imagine what those pretty pink nails could do to him.

"Just one more, please sunshine.. you remember our safe word right?" Simon asks for you to nod softly, you didn't have energy to take anymore. "I told you I'll make you feel good, didn't I? So be a good girl for me and take it, hmm?"

Your eyes roll back at his praise, your legs shake with one after another wave of pleasure running through your body. This man was starved.. insatiable.. who would be able to resist such a request? Not you.

"If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side. She demands a sacrifice, drain the whole sea, get something shiny"

It took everything in Simon not to worship the ground you walked on that night, he wasn't trying very hard, was he? Because always.. at the end of the night, you're in his bed, his mind, his life.

Was it really a sin? To want something you don't deserve? Simon stayed up that whole night, not a wink of sleep while thinking of whether this arrangement should continue. Every bone and organ in his body telling him to be selfish, take what was something that wasn't his to take.

"Something meaty for the main course, that's a fine looking high horse. What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful that looks tasty, that looks plenty, this is hungry work"

Simon's gaze, never faltering on your sleeping figure that he refuses to go anywhere but his own arms. He tries to close his eye to compose himself, free himself from the emotions you emit from him.

His efforts were to no use, all he saw was the image of you, sweetly smiling, those doe eye staring right through his soul.

"No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness, in the soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human, only then I am clean"

You were getting too close for your own good, Simon knew that, he'll be damned if he let's himself hurt you. So he does what any stupid man would do, avoid you like the plague. Did it mean nothing? Were you just some fling, never to be talked about again?

Fuck you Simon Riley, he made you feel loved in bed like no man ever has or ever will, completely ruining your chance of ever thinking of anything else and that was just a hook-up session? Maybe this one time you can let yourself be delusional, was there really something more? Only one way to find out.

"Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen, Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life"

You caught him, fucking finally, after days of waiting and trying to get him at the perfect time. "Si.." you whispered softly, you didn't know where to start. He took a quick glance at you before looking back at what he was doing.

"Simon Riley, don't fucking ignore me. Not after everything that happened those nights" You said, it was stern but he needed to hear it. It made him stop, think about what had happened.

Before he could generate a response, "Why?" You asked. It was a vague question, why was he ignoring you? Why does he feel this way? Why does he love you yet refuse to act on it?

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life.."

"You don't deserve a man like me, you deserve one who is like you, optimistic, sweet, fucking beautiful and alive.. A man who's not damaged, scarred, has blood on his hands and haunted by his past. A man who's not afraid to show his love for you. A man who won't put his burdens on your shoulders and a man who will take care of you instead of the other way around. That's what you deserve and I can't give that"

Everything felt like it came to a stop, were you hearing that right?

"You have no idea how much you contradict yourself, Si. How are you so sure that you haven't given those things to me already? You might not be like me but "like me" isn't what I want.. I want you, every flaw, every beautiful scar. Not once before your silent treatment have you hurt me, it's frustrating yes, but you are worthy of that. Every struggle, frustration and mistake, every bit of your love is worth all of that. I want you to see that Si, your actual true worth rather than what some psychotic fucker decided to torture you with"

"Boys, workin' on empty. Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby, I'm so full of love I could barely eat"

"Si?"

"Yes, Sunshine?"

"I love you" You whispered after smothering him in a plethora of kisses. Never has anything made Simon melt more in his life than his wife say that. Doesn't matter how long it's been, how much the both of you have been through or how much frustration the both of you were going through..

It will always stay the same, the feeling those three words give him, like the first time, every moment feels that way. Familiar, finally.. Home.

"There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree. 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissin' me"

He always thought about how unfaithfulness was such a struggle between some people, he thought about how good he has it constantly, reflecting back on what he used to have to how now this is something he never thought he'd have or deserve.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"

When a man finds himself in the verge of embracing death's arms, what causes the struggle? What causes him to fight that pain, to keep on going? Not once has this crossed Ghost's mind.

No. He's not Ghost, he's Simon. Your Simon.

And you're expecting your Simon home, fuck everything else, he'll give the biggest "fuck you" to death itself and crawl home to you because he'll be damned and he'll experience everything he has in his life over and over again just to hold you again.

"Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin, I woke with her walls around me. Nothin' in her room but an empty crib and I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived, but I swear I thought I dreamed her. She never asked me once about the wrong I did."

It should matter, the amount of blood on his hands. Not once did you judge him for it, what the fuck was wrong with you? Giving a monster such as him a bath like he was some innocent stray kitten, although this time around it was far more messy. The dried blood caked underneath his finger nails.

Flashing him a tired smile while you wiped off the blood that made the water in the tub a hue of brownish-red. Taking your hand in his, his lips brushing against your knuckles. The way you looked at him was enough to make him cry.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"

"Fucking get up" Simon repeats to himself, "She needs you, she loves you" despite how many times he's convinced himself you didn't due to the voice of his father in his head, it felt like a knife twisting in his heart imagining how it would be for you without him.

How much you cried the night he came home a day later, you told him yourself, practically sobbing while clutching your aching chest and him with your other arm how you weren't ready for Price to show up at your doorsteps holding Simon's belongings.

He won't let that happen.. he can't...

"My babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. If the Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me"

Simon knew it, no one would ever love him like you do. No one would show him the same acceptance, devotion, care, concern and love. It wasn't healthy to be so attached dependently to someone in love.

He couldn't help it, it felt so right, everything with you did. Never a judgmental one, at least towards him. Always first to hold him, the first to ever take away the heavy guilt that weighed his heart and shoulders down after he'd done something he knows he'll go to hell for, if it's even real

"When I was kissing on my baby and she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamplight I was free. Heaven and hell were words to me"

Every inch was kissed, not a part wasn't worshiped. "So fuckin' beautiful, so sweet. All for me, hmm?" Simon mumbled against your skin, suckling on the soft sweetness that he so claims. All hickeys, no bruises.

Fuck, he'd not just survive but thrive on just you. No other sustenance, your supple thighs he adores to cover in purple, your neck, your lips and your skin that he often compares to sugar syrup in his head.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her"

The question was, was it worth it to live an eternity of lifetimes filled with suffer to be with you in at least once? The only answer to ever graze Simon Riley's lips was the word "yes", the day that changes is the day that he'd be the biggest bull-shiter the world has ever known.

Simon opened the door to your shared home, "Daddy!" A loud squeal wakes him up from his dread of what he's seen on the field.

"How's my little sunshine been? 'Ave you been good to your momma while I was gone?" Simon asked, carrying the little girl in his arms.

"Yes! Momma said we'd go to the park tomorrow as a reward for me helping out!" Little one saying it so proudly, Simon couldn't help but smile, beaming with pride as his little girl grows up to be what he recognizes as a good person.

"Simon..? You're finally home, I missed you so much" You said, peeking out the laundry room. You walked out, quick to give him a peck on the lips.

"I love you Si.."

"I love you too Sunshine"

Also this is a very long fic.. I expect long feedback.. @connorsui 👀

Does this make sense? Idk anymore it's like almost midnight and I'm running on a few hours of sleep. GOD MY PROM DRESS LOOKS SO GOOD, I CAN'T WAIT.

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bunnys-kisses · 9 days

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it came to me on a sunny day - dad!simon - inspired by the song 'my girl' by the temptations

maybe i'll make this a whole fic? idk... lemme know <3

telling simon you were pregnant was nothing but a shock. but it was inevitable. you two weren't the best when it came to protection, so one night of passion led to the conception of your daughter.

you mostly wore simon's jacket due to you being pregnant most of the winter. you kept telling yourself that you'd get a jacket to accommodate the growing bump, but by the time you got around to it, simon's sweatshirts kept you warm enough. even though simon still put a hat on you every time you left the flat.

simon just loved the swell of your belly, he always smiled when he felt the movement of your daughter. he would lie on the couch, legs dangled off the edge in an uncomfortable manner to be closer to your belly.

if you both weren't so worried about protecting simon's identity, you would've put him online to tout him as 'father of the year'. in your second trimester you did get married at the court house. it was an informal affair, something to put on paper. he promised that the two of you could have the whole celebration after the baby was born.

"simon." you said, "watching johnny choke on a fry that kyle threw into his mouth after the ceremony is worth more than some stupid party." you then leaned over to kiss him, your ring felt comfortable on your finger.

however as you entered your third trimester and your fingers became swollen, you had you wear your ring around your neck on a chain. when you felt about it, simon simply said, "chain's closer to your heart."

when summer came your little rosemary was born. she was born in the end of june, your friend remarked that she was a cancer sign. simon was there the whole way, even when you punched him when a particular hard contraction hit.

"i'm gonna kill you, simon." while that wasn't the first time he ever heard that phrase, it was the only time it ever made a shiver run down his spine. but he was your rock the entire way, the full ten hours it took to delivery rosemary riley.

she came out screamin' though, a far cry from the silent nature of her father. you had never seen simon cry too many times, but the first time he held the pudgy newborn, you could see him hold back the tears.

"simon."

"yeah?" his gaze didn't leave his daughter.

you patted him on the arm, "you can cry, no one's going to judge you." you knew he always felt like he had to be the protector of his little family. but when you leaned over, exhausted yourself, and kissed him on the cheek. the emotion flooded out of him.

you were parents now.

simon took to being a father really well, despite his nervousness (that he never showed on his face) to end up like his own father. he realized that it was a lot easier to be good parent than he thought.

"i love you both." he often said to you, "thank you."

he said that you gave him a second chance at life. after everything, the pain that caused him to shut down and become a killer for the military. you and rosemary allowed the coldness to turn warm. while he still was intimidating outside the home, in the safety of where you lived, he was able to be the caring parent he was denied growing up.

"rose." he said in his low voice, "where are ya goin'." then picked up the toddler with ease so she didn't topple the television on top of her, "you can see it just fine over here." then carried her back to the couch.

you both did your best to not raise an ipad baby, rather you made good use of the second hand printer you had and let you colour and draw to her hearts content. and books. so many books.

"that's a bear, rose." you said as you pointed to the drawing in the book you were reading to her before bed, "b-e-a-r."

"B!Ear!" she chirped as she kicked out her little legs under the covers. she was a very smart girl.

she gets it from me, simon said jokingly.

of course he often let his little rosemary colour in his tattoos with washable markers while they're sitting outside on a nice summer's day a year or two down the line. the little girl is still getting used to holding markers and colours outside the lines of the tattoos. but simon finds it endearing.

nothin' is gonna hurt his girls.

"honey." you said.

"yes?"

"i think we're giving rose a sibling a lot sooner than we expected." <3

(i wanted to write something tender on this beautiful spring day. if it's sunny where you are today soak in the rays!)

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a66-1 · 5 days

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our routine.

Simon x Afab!reader

a/n: midnight inspo goes hard.

synopsis: Simon is eepy and gets home from a grueling work month. you know how he likes his night home, and do everything you can so he's comfy.

Simon, him and his disgruntled self, hastily unlock the door to get inside.

To get home.

He's physically ready to collapse, but he can't. He drops his heavy bag by the door, and pulls his mask off and hangs it. Christ, he's tired.

He shuffles over to the room, the one that holds you, his love. You're very asleep, soft snores bouncing off the walls. He quietly stripped and changed into his clothes.

His clothes that meant home.

He went back out to the kitchen, searching through the fridge for any food, anything would be better than rations and Soaps horrible attempts at anything better. He finds a glass container with a sticky note.

Here si-bear! Welcome home baby. It's your favorite.

He sighs thankfully, glancing to your shared room. To say he's grateful is definitely and understatement. He sinks into the familiar chair at the island, and waits quietly as his food heats up. The warmth of the house is amazing. He feels calm so quickly, he's confused why he leaves every so often when this could be his always.

The microwave beeps, and he stands up to grab his food. He swirls around the food in the glass bowl and he eats quietly, his backside against the counter.

Fuck it's so good.

How does she make it better everytime?

Once done, he puts his bowl in the sink. Of course he washes it, he's not putting anything on you.

His walk back to his mess of his bags and sighs, going though it all so he can put it away and finally just.. Sleep.

The floorboards creak as you make an appearance behind him. Too exhausted to get all excited and worked up, you opted to drop next to him and curl into his arms, breathing him in even if he was sweaty.

Simon jumped slightly, before easing his arms around you.

"Hi, sweet'art. God, I miss you.." He kissed your head, and then your temple. You nodded tiredly, mumbling about how you'd clean up his mess if he just laid down now..

"Come on, Si.. You're so tired.." You stood, and took his hands, pressing it to your cheek. He laughed quietly, and stood.

"I think that's jus' you, baby.. But I'm comin', swet'art." He followed your hold, and he found himself back in his happy place.

In your shared bed, in your arms, you in his. Your soft snores reverberate in his chest, as you quickly passed out, leaving him chasing sleep. He doesn't mind though. It's your routine.

Well, more like 'our routine', you call it.

Eep i like writing docile Simon.

should I write non docile Simon?

goodbye babes!

-a661

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deliciousangelfestival · 2 months

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Love your work! ❤️❤️❤️

You've written so many cool stories about Bucky as a spy. He reminds me of Ghost somehow.

No pressure, but if you ever get the chance, I'd love to read a story about Ghost from Call of Duty.

Thanks for always posting new chapters! 💖💖💖

I haven't played the games, but I watched the cutscenes on YouTube.

I thought they were real - my mom even asked what movie it was! I love mysterious characters like Ghost, so here's a story I came up with. I hope you like it! 💚💚💚

The Shy Girl and the Soldier

Character: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

Main Masterlist

Being Ghost's girlfriend wasn't like being with most guys. He wasn't big on words, preferring actions to speak louder. He was straightforward, sometimes even blunt, but somehow, his compliments always managed to leave you speechless.

Whispers and Rumors:

Rumors swirled about you and Ghost, like leaves in the wind. You finally asked, voice shaky, "Everyone's talking. Maybe we should clear things up?"

He kept cleaning his gun, voice rough but kind. "If we're together, that's all that matters, right?"

"....."

His simple answer surprised you, making you blush even though you were trying to be serious. His bluntness, even if odd, felt kind of nice.

Dress Up Jitters:

You were used to wearing uniforms, feeling confident and strong. But your friend's wedding meant wearing a dress, which made you nervous. "Do you think this would fit?" you asked, pointing at a dress in a store window.

Ghost stopped and looked at you. He didn't say much, but his words made your heart skip a beat. "You'll look beautiful."

"....."

His simple praise, with no fancy words, made your cheeks warm. He just smiled a little, which he rarely did, and bought the dress. You couldn't even thank him properly.

A Home, Not Just a House:

Coming home after a mission usually meant returning to your own apartment. But this time, the familiar comfort was replaced by the sting of a fresh wound. You winced, the pain evident in your stance.

Ghost, his gaze sharp, surprised you with, "Give me your keys. I'll bring your things to my place."

Confusion clouded your features, "What?"

He met your gaze, his voice firm, "Just move in. I'll take care of you."

"....."

The weight of his words, coupled with the teasing smirks from your teammates witnessing the exchange, made you wish the ground would swallow you whole.

A Simple Promise:

One day, while planning a mission, Soap said, "So, when's the wedding?"

You laughed nervously. "Too soon, Soap."

Ghost surprised everyone, including himself, by saying, "Not that soon. After this mission, we're getting married."

"......"

The room fell silent. Your heart raced. His words, a simple promise in the middle of danger, meant more than anything else.

Happily Ever After:

Sunlight filled the church as Ghost, love shining in his eyes, picked you up and walked you out, everyone cheering.

Two years had passed since his unexpected promise, two years filled with love, laughter, and a deep connection that didn't need many words.

He might not have talked much, but his actions, and the occasional blush-making comment, spoke volumes. Sometimes, the quietest voices say the most.

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chaosandmarigolds · 18 days

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newbornDad! Simon Riley

Simon! Who insists on carrying the baby carrier through the threshold of the house when you get home from the hospital

Simon! who spent nine months training Riley to be gentle with the baby

Simon! Who carries the baby around showing them the house with little whispers, 'annnn this is your brothers room, he's had your grandads right now but don't worry sweetpea, you'll meet him soon'

Simon! Who strongly believes the baby needs skin to skin, so...are you complaining about him walking around shirtless with a baby held to chest, not at all

Simon! Who is so worried when Ollie holds the baby for the first time because yeah Ollie is six years old at that point but anxiety??

Simon! Who hates that he has to go on a mission, even if for two weeks because they are sooo so vital and he doesn't want to leave you alone and-

Simon! Who tells Oliver to take care of his little sibling and to look after you

Simon! Who hates his job sometimes

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sketchyfandomgirl · 3 days

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I’m crying thinking about Simon being a good uncle to Joseph.

Thinking of Simon who’s watching cartoons with his little nephew until the wee hours of the morning, tucking him into bed after a long day of play.

Simon taking Joseph to the local park and being so engaged with him as he plays. Playing chase and being purposefully slow so Joseph can tag him, pushing him on the swing, and helicoptering over him as he plays on the monkey bars.

Joseph poking fun at his uncle for the silliest things and Simon playfully shoots back equally silly jokes til his belly hurts with laughter.

Simon, in the quiet of night after a long day of spending time with his nephew, wonders to himself if Joseph would like a few younger cousins. Cause now, he’s thinking about a few kiddos himself, if he finally decides to hang his beret up and find a nice partner.

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blingblong55 · 15 days

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Sweetness- Simon "Ghost" Riley

Picture credits: @ave661

Based on a request: Hii, I hope this request finds you in good health :)) Could you do a simon riley x reader where the reader is a super soldier who can fly and shoot lasers out of her eyes. They're the new recruit of the team and simon is intrigued by them. They work together and the reader effortlessly destroys the enemies. Then he starts to develop feelings and they end up together :)) Thankss!! Take care <3 ---- F!Reader, superhuman!reader, superhuman!au, friends to lovers?, confessions, fluff?, super soldier!reader ----

In the heart of the bustling city, amidst the chaos and the constant threat of danger, a recruit was about to make her mark on the battlefield. She was no ordinary soldier; she was a super soldier, gifted with extraordinary abilities that set her apart from the rest. With the power to fly and shoot lasers from her eyes, she was a force to be reckoned with.

After working with Laswell in some undercover mission, she finally decides to put you in the military. This was after an attack that led to some dead soldiers, something you could have prevented, had you been there.

Being the so-called rookie of the team was not fun, every wrong move anyone made was somehow your fault and after three long months of proving yourself to be worthy of respect, Price paired you with the infamous Lieutenant. His usual partner, Soap, was out of the field sometime after a mission flawed. Ghost was more than curious to work alongside you for some time and when the opportunity arose, he was glad he would be able to see your powers on the field.

Simon, being the soldier he is, had seen many skilled soldiers come and go, but there was something different about you. There was a gracefulness to your movements, a confidence that spoke volumes of your capabilities. As you effortlessly took down targets during training exercises, Simon couldn't help but feel intrigued by you.

He approached you after a training session, his footsteps silent as he moved closer. "Impressive work out there," he said, his voice low and steady. You turned to face him, your gaze meeting his with unwavering confidence. "Thank you," you replied, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "I'm still getting used to all of this." Simon nodded, studying you closely. "You seem to have a natural talent for it," he remarked, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. A blush crept onto your cheeks, and you looked away, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze. "I've had some practice," you admitted, your voice soft.

By the time you two had reached the small and torn-down town your mission would take place in, he finally decided to ask a good question. "So, your powers, are they as good as everyone says they are, or are you bullshitting us?" He looks your way, his mask only giving away that cold stare of his. "They are as accurate as can be, Lt-"

"Ghost, call me Ghost," he cuts you off. You nod and try to understand that maybe he didn't like the rank title as much as others would.

As you two prepare for the long night ahead, he sits down and thinks the plan over and over. Without trying, his gaze falls on you. he observes you with interest. Simon, being the soldier he is, had seen many skilled soldiers come and go, but there was something different about you. There was a gracefulness to your movements, a confidence that spoke volumes of your capabilities. As you effortlessly took down targets during training exercises, Simon couldn't help but feel intrigued by her.

By the time the sun had left the blue skies, Ghost and you prepared to attack the small base. It was a coordinated attack, one he and you had studied and planned for weeks before tonight. He wanted to test your abilities, but he also had to ensure your safety. "Got your six," he mutters before nodding at you as you kick through the door.

The enemy soldiers shooting at you both, your eyes shooting lasers at them. Most of them lost an arm, leg or both, some got cut in half. Ghost tried to shoot at any moving enemy but shortly, the fire ceased as he stood in shock, watching the so-called piece of art you had made with their bodies. He chuckles, fuck, now he owes Gaz money.

"how the fuck- how did you even react that fast?" he says, still in shock. You smile, "practice makes perfect, sir," you respond gently, trying not to sound threatening or say something wrong that could freak him out, something you have learned from past encounters. An amused nod and a chuckle later, he extends his hand and shakes yours. "Glad to have you on our side, Y/N," his deep voice no changed for a much softer one. "Glad to be a part of it, Ghost," you smile.

It had been hours since the mission, and the ride back home was strange, he looked at your eyes, not wanting to read you but to study how from them those lasers just magically appeared and disappeared. How the fuck can they cut a human's arm off? You seem so sweet and gentle but holy fuck you are something mythical he only read about in comics.

What became such a funny thing to him was who you had become to him. The girl would reach for the high-shelf items but just simply float off the ground like it was nothing and hand them back to him. He would often joke around and purposefully place items on the highest shelf in his office just to see you float off the ground and grab them for him.

It was like having his very own pretty angel when you'd do this.

You were never supposed to be someone to him, not romantically at least.

Training sessions became stolen glances in hallways, inside jokes, late-night smokes, lingering glances, shared meals in his office, smiles and laughs on lonely nights, phone calls when either of you were away, subtle touches when passing by each other, heart-melting comments and forehead kisses before a mission.

"Simon?"

"Yes, darling?"

"What's on your mind?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No."

"It's you, darling," he says as his arms hold you to him. His heartbeat is faster as he kisses your forehead. "I don't want to just be the guy you talk to, I want to be the guy who gives you more than forehead kisses or lets you use his jumpers," he confesses and it makes your breath hitch. Say the right words, he thinks.

"Simon–"

"You should stay with me. Let me care for you," he says, his hand travelling to your back. "Let me spoil you the way you deserve. Let me protect you, move in with me so I don't have to spend more nights feeling like I need those sweet eyes looking into mine before sleeping."

"Do you want that?" you trace his tattoos and he nods. "I want to have you in my life," his hand travels to the back of your neck, making sure you see the seriousness in his eyes. "I want all my clothes covered in your scent. I want to find your hair in my bed or your makeup on my neck." he leans forward, his eyes pleading for a response.

Your lips so hesitantly touch his but once you kiss him, he pulls you in, needing those lips of yours glued to his as he finds any cure in them.

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