#simon fluff

[sourvers]

SIMON HAS VERY DRY EYES.

Perhaps it was from all the staring he's done: never once blinking, never allowing a target to vanish in the time frame of a single blink.

Similarly, Simon has a tendency to zone out. And before you know it, he's staring into your soul.

"Simon dear, you have to blink."

Simon blinks at your sweet voice, the potent smell of coffee overwhelming his senses.

"I thought you stopped drinking coffee?"

"And I thought we had the whole 'staring issue' under wraps?"

Simon huffs, "Very funny."

You smile brightly, carrying your coffee mug as you sink into the couch beside him. Swiftly, you reach into your pocket, pulling out his eyedrops.

"Here Simon, you'll need it."

What did he do to deserve you?

cod masterlist .

[byfawn]

a kitten hybrid is rescued from a lab by a dangerous man who decides he’s gonna adopt her.

the lab was cold. you were curled up in the corner of your cage, knees pressed to your chest, tail wrapped tightly around yourself for whatever warmth it could provide. the others were gone—taken away one by one, never returning. you were the last one. the only one left.

then the door burst open.

gunfire. shouting. the sharp scent of blood filled the air, and you flinched, pressing yourself further into the corner. you didn’t know who these men were, but they weren’t the scientists. they were bigger. louder. more dangerous. your ears flattened against your head, trembling as heavy footsteps approached your cage.

then him.

tall, broad, and a skull mask covering his face, but his eyes were sharp, focused. he stopped in front of your cage, tilting his head slightly as he took you in. you whimpered, shrinking back, tail puffing up in fear.

“fuck,” he muttered, voice rough.

you didn’t understand. were you next? were they going to take you too? your breath hitched, eyes wide and pleading. you didn’t want to disappear like the others.

something in his expression shifted. his gloved hand reached for the lock on your cage, snapping it open with ease. you flinched, pressing yourself as far back as possible, but he didn’t grab you. instead, he shrugged off his jacket, holding it out to you like an offering.

“c’mere, sweetie,” he said, voice lower now, almost gentle.

you hesitated. but the warmth of the jacket was tempting, and the way he looked at you—not like an experiment, not like something to be discarded—made something in your chest ache. slowly, you reached out, letting him bundle you up in the fabric before lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

you expected him to hand you off to someone else. to leave you behind. but he didn’t. he held you close, one large hand cradling the back of your head as he carried you out of that hellhole like you were something precious.

you didn’t know where he was taking you. but for the first time in a long time, you felt safe. you nuzzled into his chest, ears twitching at the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and let out a quiet, trembling purr.

the first few days were strange. you didn’t know how to act, how to be. the world outside the cage was too big, too open, and sometimes you found yourself crawling under the bed or curling up in the closet just to feel the walls around you again. simon never forced you out—just left the door cracked, his voice low and patient when he called for you.

"there you are, kitten. c’mon, got food for you."

you’d peek out, ears twitching at the smell of something warm and rich. he’d set a bowl on the floor at first, understanding that you weren’t used to chairs or tables. you ate like you were scared it’d be taken away, hunched over, tail flicking nervously. simon would sit nearby, pretending not to watch, but you could feel his eyes on you.

it took a week before you let him touch you without flinching.

his hands were always careful, always slow. he’d stroke between your ears, fingers scratching gently at the base where it made your whole body melt. you’d press into his palm, purring so loud it echoed in the quiet of the house.

"good girl," he’d murmur, and your heart would stutter in your chest.

nights were the hardest. the dark brought memories—cold metal, screaming, the sting of needles. you’d wake up gasping, claws digging into the sheets. but simon was always there before the panic could fully take hold.

"i’ve got you," he’d growl, pulling you against his chest. his heartbeat was steady under your ear, his arms a fortress around you. "no one’s ever gonna lock you up again."

you believed him.

slowly, you started to trust the world outside of him. the couch became yours, the blankets he draped over you always smelling like him. you’d knead at them absently, your claws catching in the fabric as you curled up in the patch of sunlight through the window.

[deaconusdelirium]

ᰔᩚ Older bf!Simon indulging his kid at heart

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Simon never really minded the fact that his childhood was stripped from him, it happened, it’s over, what can he do about it? Nothing. Best move on to more important things. He thinks about it, but it no longer effects him. He’s human, so at some point he’s going to watch a kid play to their hearts content like it was a foreign thing to him

Simon who raises a brow at every little thing you do when he finally starts to love you. Watching you stare at the toy section a little too long before picking out a coloring book and even longer at the crayon section. The basket in the crook of his elbow as he crossed his arms.

“What’s the difference, luvie? They all color the same” he huffed quietly, earning a soft glare in return. “Oh hush, they’re not the same. See? These ones are pastels, these ones have glitter, this one has forty colors-” you go on as he rolls his eyes and stares off down the aisle. His attention immediately being brought back as you all of a sudden stop. Then he seen what you were eyeing. The colored pencils. He looked at them and then at you before sighing and walking over. Grabbing them and show them to you. “What’s the deal with this one?” He asks, trying to find the difference yet again between the crayons and then pencils. You step forward and then smile almost sadly. “I’ve never really had colored pencils, always seen them but my parents told me they’d go in the trash one way or another” you replied. He didn’t even think twice before putting them in the basket

Simon who watches you later on that night color in the first page that stands out to you. Seeing you color outside the lines but never really seeming to mind. “Inside the lines, darlin” he mumbled as he laid in bed. One arm propping him up as you laughed softly, “oh hush, leave me alone. I like it” you smiled, “you like it messy?” He asked, “well… when you put it that way it sounds sloppy. But everyone always got mad that I colored outside the lines. Found being too perfect was always boring and never really fun. But I like this” you leaned back, looking at the paper as he nodded. Picking up a pencil and then gave a small scribble to the paper.

Simon who finds comfort in walking beside you down a sidewalk. At first he was confused, one second you both were walking and the next he was yanked back, “what’s wrong?” He looked around for any sign of trouble, then looked down at you, realizing you were counting your steps in the large rectangles in the concrete. “I stepped four steps in the last block, if I take another step, this one will be five” you muttered. Deciding not to question it, he picked you up, setting you in the next block and started walking along side you again. Now every time you walk together, he counts how many steps you take in each one, stopping and waiting for you if you need to jump a little or if you mess up your numbers, “you’re at three, luv”

Simon who pretty much never questions anything you do anymore, you want something? He’ll get it for you. Even if it’s a little bottle of bubbles, he’ll grab an extra bottle just so that if you ever run out, you’ll have another. He won’t admit it, but likes seeing which bubble will last the longest before popping

Simon who goes shopping with you and helps you pick out a stuffed animal, which turns into stuffed animals. “Oh- look at this one Si, this one’s a seal” you picked up a chunky looking stuffed animal. Giving a squish before holding it out to Simon, who gives a squish and then takes it into his large calloused hands. Scrunching it a few times and lays his head on it, then nods. Looking at the others, “look at this one, babe, it’s a shrimp” he chuckles, picking it up and showing you. A smile blossoming on your face as you grab it. You both going home with stuffed animals of your own, who later get turned into cuddle buddies. Sedrick the Shrimp and Samuel the Seal

Simon who will bring you your favorite lunch with a nice drink on the side to your work. Walking in pass the reception desk and into your office, seeing that you’re on a call, he holds your food so he can personally give it to you as he walks around the place. Mindlessly playing with a few little trinkets you got lying around. He puts the bag of food between his chest and arm, the drink in his hand while his other squeezes the chicken stress ball. Giving a small chuckle as its eyes pop out with every squeeze. Then he finds another little toy. A crane of sort that has a string attached to the tip that’s holding a ring at the end. A small hook on the beam as he tries to get the ring onto the hook. Giving a quiet “yes” as he finally gets it. Then hands your food over with a kiss when you’re done

Simon who stays up with you one night, not having to worry about waking up early for work. So he has you get up, telling you he’s hungry and that he wants to get something to eat. Then when you tell him you have to get ready. He protests, pulling your hand and tells you that he’s not going out to impress anyone and that he’d rather you be comfortable than walking around fully dressed with your clothes you wanted to wear tomorrow, just to get fast food. Tells you that he feels better when you feel good. Both of you don’t have to worry about the burdens of adult life that early morning

Simon who goes to the Lego section with you- well, more like he drags you to the Lego aisle. Telling you that he likes this one he seen a few days ago. Pretends to look for it when he made it up as an excuse so you two could actually look for something to build together. “Look at this one love, it’s a picture frame” he holds up a box, showing you. “I like that one, but I also like this camera one” you also hold up the box, he looks between the two. Eyes darting to the side before something catches his eye. “Baby, look. These are bracelets, you put little legos on them”. He immediately grabs the box, dropping them all into the cart, not even minding the price it’ll come out to. “We should look at the friendship bracelets” he buys you the bracelets anyways, going home and building the legos together, putting a Polaroid of you two beneath the camera one. Putting a picture in the picture frame one, and you both wearing the lego bracelets

Simon who picks out baby clothes, not boring bland pink or blue ones. No, those are too cliche, no, he wants something that will make those beautiful eyes he knows your little baby have, pop out. Even if he has to special order a few clothes and blankets, he’ll do it. Little onesies that have pictures of Sedrick and Samuel that were obviously custom made by the best and most liked shop.

Simon who signs your little one up for whatever their heart desires. They want to try soccer? He’s going to buy them a small goal and a ball so they can practice in the backyard of your home. They see an event coming into town and they want to go? He’s more than willing to take them. They want money for a book fair? He knows the teachers are assholes so he waits until they get home so he can go back with them. Helping them pick out whatever their little heart wants. Erasers, book marks, little toys, it’s all theirs. They want extra cuddles for the heck of it? He’s bringing you down with the two of them.

Simon who ends up healing his childhood through you and his kid. Even if he was a little embarrassed about it all in the beginning, he realized that he’d rather make memories than skip them being shy and hurting you and your kids’ feelings.

(He totally has his own stash of toys and his own coloring books he’s accumulated over the years he’s known you. He even has his own blankets with hero’s and stuffed animals of his own) ᰔᩚ

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not really proof read, but you get the idea. Just had this in my head for a bit

[simonsrileyhusband]

Just imagining Simon’s little lovie making his way home but messaging to say he thinks someone is following him, and Simon coming out the house in nothing but some low hanging grey sweatpants with a pistol visibly tucked away in them 🥵

(i made it a bit darker bcs i think thats really hot)

you stare down at your phone, your message delivered and read, you wish that simon is home yet and waiting for you. the steps of the guy behind you growing closer eacht street you cross.

and when you arrive home, simon is waiting at the door, arms crossed, his gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips as the pistol weights them down, you sigh of relief once you hear the footsteps suddenly stop.

maybe he didnt even see the gun, the sight of simon alone can be enough to scare someone away, big muscular man, tattoos all over his arms, scars everywhere, some clearly from gun shots, and the balaclava, he was ready to destroy whoever was behind you.

"you are okay, love, wait for me inside" he whispers as you walk past him, into the safe heaven that its your shared one floor house. a small kiss is placed on your forehead before he closes the door and walks out.

you wait on the living room, worried and alert. there were no loud noises, no screams, nothing. simon comes back, 10 minutes later, knuckles red and his old sweatpants with a few splashes of blood, just like his hands.

"dont worry, he wont bother you again" he whispers as he places the gun on the coffee table infront of you, kneeling down between your legs as he cups your face, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

[angelatsumu]

I just think olderboyfriend!simon would claim to hate TikTok and how you scroll before bed, but somehow he’s got you nestled into his chest giving him a clear view of your for you page, and he’s just commenting on each video things like

‘don’t think that’s a true story but I guess I’ll allow it’

‘wonder where he gets his gear from, been lookin’ for more bike gear’

‘who would want obsessed girl whispering, just get a girlfriend’

and when you attempt to scroll through a video he was enjoying he actively boos you and pouts until you go back and let him finish.

“Si, you’re becoming an iPad baby” you retort when he pouts about not having enough screen time before bed, and he scoffs at you with a playful spank to your ass.

[starryylies]

the pregnant reader thing is soooo cute!!! can we have more of that?

* ☽₊ ⋆₊𖤐 bby dad! Simon ⋆𖤐˚₊ * ☽₊

✰ꕥꕥꕥ new daddy simon ꕥꕥꕥ✰

HIII YES BBBB and thank uuuu

🍼 Simon who has seen suffering and violence throughout his life almost faints when he sees his beautiful wife in such pain during labour

🍼 Simon who holds your hand through the entire time, not caring if your nails are hurting him whatsoever

🍼 Simon who cries when he sees his baby daughter the first time, cutting the umbilical cord off

🍼 Simon who installs heavy security before you come home.

🍼 Simon who is very careful driving home and making the car comfortable for you and your baby girl by putting a warm comforter, food for you and a little stuffed rabbit for his daughter.

🍼 Simon who takes care of his baby girl so delicately, her little body on the palm of his hand as he holds her close to his heart.

🍼 Simon who gives her all the kisses the minute he gets the chance

🍼 Simon who swears to protect his family till the end of time and never letting anything bad happen to you, not like what happened in his past.

🍼 Simon who calms his daughter down while you’re asleep because he doesn’t want you to overexert yourself by taking care of her.

🍼 Simon who does the housework because he doesn’t want you to be more stressed

🍼 Simon who buys you chocolates, rings, stuffies whatever you want because he’s so grateful for you because you gave him a second chance in life

[yawnderu]

>Simon Riley with bigger pecs because he's bulking save me,,,.....

“Do it again.” Your drunken commands are met with a sigh, though like always— he listens. His muscles flex as he contracts his pecs, letting you feel the mix of fat and muscle moving right under your face, keeping it buried on his bigger pecs.

“That's so fucking cool.” Your words are muffled by his chest, fully focused on the way he can isolate each pec and moves them individually just to impress you. Your hands go down his shirt, traveling up to his now softer tummy and squeezing the fat, too drunk and in love to even care about the amused chuckle that leaves his lips, pressing your face closer to his chest.

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife

You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, who’s walking alongside Soap

“Oh! Sorry about that, sir.” You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for

The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him

That one smile and he was done for

“Who was tha’?” The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghost’s attention still fixated on you.

“Think that was my wife.”

“Yer what?!”

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife

Well, everyone apart from you apparently

He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base don’t exactly run themselves

Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case

Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course

By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, it’s understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as it’ll be changing soon enough anyway

“You can call me anythin’ you want, love.” His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. “So long as you call me, that is.”

By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isn’t a date) he’s wondering if you’ll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and himself into you

You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself ‘Husband’, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently weren’t aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as he’d saved your contact under ‘Wife’

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe you’re only playing

“Ach, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.” Soap said, seeing Ghost’s approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand

“S’for my wife. Get your own.” The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where you’re curled up on the couch, reading a book

“Aw, thank you honey.” You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips

“Happy wife, happy life, sergeant.” Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other man’s pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch

“God, maybe I really should keep you.” You’d laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him

Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses

“Is there some sort of party happening?” You’d questioned, confused out of your mind

“Suppose you could consider it a party.” He’d answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white

“Now while you’re lookin’ through dress sizes,” he’d added, taking your left hand in both of his. “You know your ring size? Got my own shoppin’ to do ‘round here.”

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[lostintransist]

"Bc it a friendly ghost" had me choking on my toast in laughter!

Ur a new addition to the 141, recommendation from laswell or smth idk, and you've never heard of or even met ghost, right?

When you do meet him, hes not in full gear, just a simple balaclava on. Hes nice though, compliments ur snake bites and moves on with his day. You fit in well with the team, happy jokes and bright smiles as you bond with everyone.

Well, when you finally have to get fully geared for training or some shit, ur so excited! You get away with plenty of cosmetic stuff bc of ur skill, eventually having a whole costume setup.

So you get to training early, dressed in ur all black tac gear, wearing a balaclava with a skull print and some edgy eyeblack smeared on ur face. Hell, youve even got skeleton printed gloves, and a small spine and ribs print on the back of ur vest. Youve been told it makes you look scary.

Then why the hell does gaz outright laugh when he sees you??? He refuses to elaborate, and price isnt helpful at all! Youre still badgering them to explain when you hear a "fuckin' hell." And turn around to see...ghost. in his full gear. Skull mask, skeleton gloves. Okay, yeah, this is kinda funny.

You look like a mini ghost, and thus ur callsign is born: Casper. Bc ur a friendly ghost.

[kismetarchive]

Simon helps you put on your heels

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader cw: implied smut, simon is a flirt, he'd rather be home with his lovie than at a social gathering

"Simon, can you help me love?"

Your back was facing simon, head turned to look at him behind your shoulder.

He was in the middle of buttoning his shirt, a chuckle rumbling out of his chest as he stepped closer to you — calloused hands running along your back, savoring the feeling of his hands on your soft skin. He lowered his head and planted a kiss your shoulder, making the small hairs on the back of your nape rise and a whine fall past your lips.

"Simon." You'd huff out softly, pouting at him for being such a tease.

"Sorry darlin', you just look so beautiful."

He whispered lovingly, planting one more gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder before zipping up your dress.

"You're stunning, love." Simon hummed as he looked at you through the mirror, his hands resting on your hips as he kissed the top of your head.

"We're gonna be late if you keep this up Simon."

"I wouldn't mind that."

You rolled your eyes, wriggling yourself out of his grasp as you walked to where your heels were. Simon followed closely behind, hooking his arm around your waist to stop you from bending down to grab your heels.

"I'll do it for you love."

Simon purred softly, kneeling on one leg as his hands guided your feet to slip into your heels, planting a tender kiss on your knee as you giggled at the soft affection.

"Si—"

You gasped when his lips went further up your leg, immediately grabbing his scalp and pulling him away — a grin on his face as your frowned.

"We can't be late Simon!"

You'd remind him and he'd huff playfully, still smiling as he got up onto his feet and press a kiss on your temple.

"After the party then love?"

"Fine." You'd roll your eyes, but your frown couldn't last when he kept peppering kisses all over your face.

Sneaky bastard, knew exactly how to rile you up and then calm you down. (And he definitely got what he wanted after the party)

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[gianna-z-xdx]

!LT!simon! x !reader! cw: pure fluff part one !here!

The room was quiet now. His breath warmed the back of your neck as his arm rested securely around your waist, large, calloused hand splayed across your stomach. You froze—not out of fear, but confusion. Your body tensed at the sudden closeness, but somehow…you didn’t want to pull away. Not yet.

Simon said it meant nothing.

But it didn’t feel like nothing.

Your heart pounded hard in your chest, loud enough that you were sure he could hear it. Your fingers clenched the thin blanket as you tried to make sense of it all. You had known Ghost to be cold, distant, a wall of unreadable emotion and steel discipline. Yet now…here he was, curled around your body like he couldn’t stand the thought of you being even a foot away.

“You still awake?” he murmured lowly, voice husky from sleep.

“…Yeah,” you whispered.

There was a pause. Then, without lifting his head, he spoke again.

“You always this bad at sleeping?”

“Not always,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just…when I’m sharing a room with someone. Especially when that someone is my lieutenant.”

That earned you a soft huff of a laugh from behind. “I’m not that scary.”

“You kind of are.”

Another silence.

His grip on you didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened slightly—barely noticeable, but enough to make you feel grounded. Protected.

And then, so quietly you almost missed it, he muttered:

“Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You turned slightly in his hold, enough to look back over your shoulder. His eyes were open now, shadowed by the darkness, but even in the dim lighting from the hall slivering under the door, you could see the vulnerability in them. The tension in his jaw. The war going on behind that skull mask of his, even when it was physically absent.

“I’m not uncomfortable,” you said, more honestly than you’d expected.

You felt him go still.

Then, softly, almost too softly to believe it came from him: “Good.”

A few more minutes passed in silence. His breath had slowed, but he wasn’t asleep. You could tell by the way his thumb rubbed idly across your hip, back and forth like a silent confession.

“You didn’t have to hold me like this,” you said.

“I know.”

“Then why did you?”

This time, the silence wasn’t accidental. It was deliberate.

“Because,” he said after a long pause, “you looked like you needed it.”

You didn’t respond to that. Because maybe…he did too.

Eventually, lulled by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his body curled around yours, your eyes began to flutter shut.

—

The next morning came too quickly.

You stirred before he did, limbs tangled in a way that made it nearly impossible to move without waking him. His face was relaxed, softened in sleep, no skull paint, no mask, no cold demeanor—just Simon. And for a second, you let yourself stare.

It was stupid to think he looked peaceful. But he did. And worse, he looked safe.

You’d barely begun to ease away from him when his voice cut through the silence, low and rough.

“You move like a damn tank.”

You flinched slightly, freezing. “…Sorry.”

Simon let out a low grunt and sat up slowly, brushing a hand over his face and down his neck. His dog tags clinked softly against his bare chest, and your eyes caught the light sheen of a scar trailing down from his shoulder.

He noticed you looking, but didn’t say anything.

“You alright?” he asked instead, voice still laced with sleep.

You nodded. “Yeah. Thanks…for last night.”

He paused at the edge of the bed, back still to you. “Don’t make it a habit.”

It stung a little more than you expected. You nodded stiffly, swinging your legs over the bed and standing to gather your things for the day. The room suddenly felt colder.

But before you could leave, Simon's voice stopped you again.

“…But if you need it again… I won’t say no.”

You turned, surprised. He didn’t meet your eyes. He was focused on lacing up his boots, but his shoulders were tense. Almost nervous.

You didn’t say anything. You just nodded and walked out, the smallest smile tugging at your lips.

—

The next few days passed in a strange rhythm.

You and Ghost—Simon—shared the room in a kind of quiet balance. You didn’t bring up that night. He didn’t either. But something had shifted.

He started waiting for you before meals. Not obviously—just leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed, saying things like, “You done yet?” or “Hurry up.” But you knew.

He started bringing you an extra protein bar without asking. Offering you the seat closest to the wall when the mess hall was full. And one night, after a rough training op in the rain, he handed you a towel without a word and watched you from the corner of his eye as you dried your hair, the faintest ghost of a smile on his lips.

He wasn’t good at talking. But his actions spoke louder than any words.

Then came the third incident.

You’d just come back from a mission. Exhausted, sore, and dirty. As you opened the door to the shared quarters, Simon was already there—clean, towel slung over his neck, leaning against the dresser.

He took one look at your face and didn’t say anything. Just walked over, grabbed your vest, and helped you out of it without a word.

It was intimate. Too intimate. His hands were careful, lingering for a second longer than necessary as he brushed your shoulder, knuckles grazing your cheek when he removed your comms piece.

“You alright?” he asked quietly.

You swallowed hard. “I think so.”

“You sure?”

You hesitated. “Would it matter if I said no?”

He stepped closer. Close enough that his breath fanned over your face. His voice dropped.

“Yeah. It would.”

The air grew heavy. Your eyes locked.

You were the first to break it.

“You said this meant nothing,” you whispered.

He didn't move. “Maybe I lied.”

His eyes searched yours. For resistance. For fear. For something. But you gave him none of that.

Just a soft, whispered: “I know.”

And then, his mouth was on yours.

Hot. Firm. Desperate like he’d been holding back for far too long.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, your fingers clutching at the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, and he groaned low in his throat as he deepened the kiss.

Whatever restraint he had been clinging to—it snapped.

And so did yours.

(to be continued...)

holy crackers!! this is for everyone asking for a pt 2🤍 love all of yall❤❤

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[konigsblog]

Throat training with Simon Riley. (🌽 link)

“That's it, darling. Deep breaths.”

Simon grumbles out gravelly, his large hand cupping your cheek, wiping away any stray tears that roll down your tear-stained face. Simon can't get enough of your pained and pitiful reactions, the way you gag and gargle on his meaty, lengthy cock and desperately swallow another inch, becoming nothing but a pathetic, greedy mess on your knees for your Lieutenant. Your eyes are filled with tears, glistening in the dim light when you look up at Simon. He grins at the sight of you like this, being taught how to take dick properly.

Simon knows you're new to this, an inexperienced little mess stumbling over your words as you admit to the truth, that you've never sucked cock before. A part of Simon feels guilty and shameful that he's your first, that your first time sucking dick will be brutal and painful, pushed past your limits. Although, Simon is glad that it's him, that he has control and power over you as he thrusts into your mouth, rocking his broad and brawny hips back and forth. The spit running down your chin and the globs of his pre-cum smeared along your cheeks leaves Simon's dick achingly hard, delirious as he ruts into your mouth, his balls sticking to your chin. He shoves himself down the tightness of your throat, groaning out gutturally at the pleasure and sensation of your warm and wet tongue pressed against the underside of his veiny, hard cock.

“Quit cryin’, you’re doin’ so well. Keep goin’, pretty girl.” You have to fight back tears as Simon thrusts down your throat repeatedly, the head of his swollen and aroused cock inching further down your throat as he desperately attempts to reach his orgasm. You're taught how to tighten your throat and hollow out your cheeks to satisfy Simon, to look into his eyes and fondle with his heavy, tight balls while sucking him off.

Now that you've been taught, Simon expects you to get on your knees whenever you're asked, to offer him a blowjob to soothe and comfort him. C’mon, you knew what you were doing when you chose to wear that skimpy sundress. Now, you have to fix what you've caused.

[simonsrileyhusband]

simon giving reader a nipple piercing please🙏

"does it hurt?" you lay on the reclained chair at the tattoo and piercings store on the corner of the street, a black courtain keeps you hidden from the rest of the piercers and tattoo artists.

"you sure you want it, love?" the big guy (simon) asks as he raises his brow, looking at the way you cling onto the 'support buddy' on your arms, from the basket of plushies johnny insisted to add to the store to make it more friendly and inviting.

"yes, i was just asking..." you mumble as you watch him grab the needle, your breath catching on your throat

"do i seem like the type to have one of these?... nevermind, dont even answer. just relax, okay? it will be done before you know it" and he was right, he made you breath as he counts down from 5, he pushed the needle on 2, because he knew you would flinch at 1.

"see? all done, now the other one" he whispers as he moves to the other side, his voice low and comforting. "you are doing so good, dont back off on me now, m'kay?"

you leave with your cheeks a bit red, not from crying but from how embarrassed you were when simon calls you good for being so brave and giving you a tiny discount if you ever want a tattoo or other piercing and book him. behind the tiny card that read "15% off on your next appointment with me:" and simon written with a rough letter with sharpie, there was his number, and a tiny message: call me if it hurts, ill help you feel better.

[apr1ldust]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley finally healing <3

Reader x Simon Riley

Simon Riley prided himself on being a one-man ship, never letting anyone get too close—never allowing himself to be influenced by ‘good-for-nothing shit’.

Well, that was until Price dismissed him due to being medically unfit.

Despite the harsh fights he put up against the decision and endless objections, he was inevitably ‘thrown to the curb’.

Everyone but him saw it was for his own good—the longer he stayed part of military, the more his psyche deteriorated. His eyes were just as soulless as a sunken ship, his core buried away beneath the sand.

He kept himself perpetually busy: going to the gym—laundry—fixing his outdated car—applying for jobs—drinking, eventually managing to convince himself he’d never feel fulfilled without the military.

He avoided small talk at all costs, content with the fact his neighbours preferred their own company.

However, that was before you disturbed his peace.

Always offering sweet smiles alongside your baked goods and never expecting anything in return. You got under his skin in the worst way possible.

He began doing anything in his power to avoid you—yet, somehow, you were always there. The scent of your perfume always lingered in his mind, your mail ending up on his doorstep—even your tiny menace of a cat escaping into his garden!

So, how did he end up here?

You were curled up against his bare chest, small breaths slipping through your parted lips as Simon brushes a stray strand of hair from your face.

Somehow, the very face he used to curse, was the very face he now admired—with a purity he never imagined himself to be capable of.

He gazed upon the gorgeous cerulean blue ring adorning your finger, the precise one he put there.

Over the years, he had healed, accepted help (albeit reluctantly)—he learned to embrace life. And, slowly, the changes to himself became obvious: he gained a soft layer of fat over his muscles due to your homely meals (he could never deny you); he drank less; he steadily had less PTSD episodes and learnt new skills.

Eventually, he let himself to close his eyes while cradling you close—just as you loved him to do.

Fuck, he wouldn’t change a thing.

[starryylies]

dad! Simon picking up his daughter from school would look like this

Simon who loves getting his daughter home from school after he comes back from deployment

because of the way she runs towards him with a toothy smile all excited too see her dad after such a long time,

Running as fast as she can with her wobbly legs yelling “daddyy daddyy look I got a gold star today!!!”

Simon who gives out a huge smile under his mask as she jumps into his arms

The warm hug shared between them is Simon’s favourite part of the day,

he can’t comprehend how such an adorable little creature came into existence by him.

Simon who puts her down as he walks holding her small hands as she grabs onto his pinky.

Holding onto her cute pink hello kitty bag

A huge contrast of his threatening demeanour and him in his full military gear.

People look back at him taking second glances, but simon doesn’t care

As long as his little angel is happy he is the happiest man on earth. :)

@cloudofbutterflies92 love u sm for the idea 🩷

[yawnderu]

Simon wasn't given to you by the cat distribution system. No, far from it— he's like a stray that you fed once, not caring about how roughed up and tough he was, always being patient with him and giving him love even when he was covered in dirt.

Before you even know it, he's in your house, getting comfortable and acting casual about it, like it's all meant to be that way. He doesn't admit his feelings, but he takes you out on February 14th (just a random Wednesday), gives you flowers and sweets (to be nice), and takes you out to your favorite restaurant (because you're hungry).

It became a routine for him to wrap his arms around you whenever you're both alone, raising a thin eyebrow at you whenever you shot him a questioning look.

Your closet has a space designated for his things that just seems to be getting bigger and bigger each time he comes back after weeks of going missing every once in a while, no explanation given other than a souvenir from a different culture each time placed into your hand.