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gamer!Ghost x f!gamer!reader | Previous Part

Once Simon opened the front door, you realized that the bark had not been from a neighbor's dog, but from Simon’s. The german shepherd excitedly tried to jump onto you and sniff you, but one glance from Simon had it standing down and waiting for you to approach it. “Wow, he is well trained.” You crouched down and started to give him some scratches, which got his tail wagging excitedly. Simon just watched you, a smile hiding beneath his mask. Of course, his woman and his dog would get along.

While you continued spoiling the puppy, Simon took your backpack to the bedroom before coming back and asking if you wanted to eat or drink anything. “I’m fine, thanks, though. By the way, what’s his name?” You barely looked up from giving the dog some belly scratches when you asked. Heavy footsteps approached you, and before you knew it, Simon was sitting right behind you and pulled you into his lap. “Riley. ‘was a military dog. Took him in when he was forced to retire.”

You looked back, your faces so close to each other, a smile tugging on Simon’s lips as he watched the all too familiar blush settle on your cheeks. And only then did you notice that he had taken his mask off. Carefully, as not to startle him, you reached up and cupped his cheek, slowly stroking over the skin, smiling as the stubble scratched at your thumb. “Hi, handsome.” As he chuckled, you felt the sound vibrate in his chest, against your back, and a shiver ran through you at the sensation. When he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, you just sighed happily. “Hey, beautiful.”

As if jealous of the affection you displayed with Simon, Riley got his feet and whined quietly, before plopping down right in front of you, with his head on your legs, giving you the best puppy eyes you had ever seen. “Oh, you’re also handsome, Riley. Yes, you are. You are the most handsome.” Simon cleared his throat behind you and gently squeezed your waist. “Now that’s just rude.” But when you giggled and leaned back against him, he couldn’t help but smile down at you. His lips settled against your head, and you felt them move as he spoke. “’m really glad you’re here.” You angle your head back further, until you could look up at him. “Me too, Si.”

After Riley finally had had enough scratches and trotted off to go eat, Simon gave you a quick tour, showing you everything you needed to know. It ended in his bedroom, your backpack was placed on his bed, a large t-shirt, and a pair of joggers beside it. “Smallest pair I could find. Will probably still be big on you.” You smiled at him as you picked them up. “Thanks, Si. If they don’t fit, I’ll just wear the shirt. From the looks of it, I’ll be able to wear it like a dress anyway.” He chuckled as he leaned against the doorframe, just watching you unpack for a few moments. But once you pulled out your toiletries, he remembered that you had just been stuck on a train all day.

“If you want to shower, I can go ahead and whip something up for dinner.” You turned around to look at him, smiling. “Yeah, that would be amazing. Thank you.” But instead of leaving, he approached you until his hands could settle on your hips again. “Of course.” And then…he bent down and placed a quick kiss against your lips, before turning around and leaving. He closed the door behind yourself to give you some privacy, but for the next minute or so, you just stood there, frozen, mentally working through what had just happened. Slowly, as if you’d ruin the moment by moving too fast, you raised your fingers to your lips, tracing over them and remembering what it felt like when he kissed you.

It was soft, quick, and oh so innocent, and you couldn’t help yourself as your lips pulled into a grin. Simon had kissed you. He had kissed you. First time you see him in real life, and he kissed you.

You quickly grabbed everything you needed to shower and headed to the bathroom. As soon as you had turned on the water to let it heat up, a giddy but quiet squeal escaped your lips as you just jumped up and down. After a few moments of celebrating, you calmed yourself down and quickly showered, feeling the need to be next to Simon again.

In his bedroom, you tried on the sweats, but decided to leave them out when they slid down your legs three times. And then you searched for Simon. You found him in the kitchen, completely focused on cooking. While everything in you screamed to just hug him, you also knew that he was a soldier, and you had the slight feeling that surprising a soldier might not end well. “Hi.”

He turned around with a smile and held out his arm, wrapping it around you and pulling you closer the moment he could. Immediately, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his nose burying itself in your hair for a moment. “You smell really good.” You chuckle and tell him about your shower routine. Where previous partners of yours had either just stopped listening, or quickly interrupted you, Simon gave you his almost undivided attention, after all, he was still cooking. But at the same time, he asked questions: What smells you prefered. The brands you use. If you could substitute one product for another. And you answered all of them gleefully, a big smile on your face the whole time.

“Oh, wait.” You looked at Simon before your world suddenly moved. Well…kind of at least. Because, while you were distracted, he had simply picked you up and sat you down on the counter beside him. The confusion only lasted a second until you realized what had happened and couldn’t help but chuckle. “That’s what I always used to do when I was at my Grandma’s and she was cooking.” Simon nodded with a smile. “Sounds like good memories.” You nodded as well, glancing down at your fingers as you fidgeted with them. “Yeah…the best.”

Your thoughts started to drift, but Simon quickly pulled you back, as his free hand reached out and landed on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. “You okay, love?” You nodded with a smile.

Before you knew it, dinner was served and eaten, all the while, you chatted, made jokes, and laughed with each other. Once the dishes were done, Simon asked if you’d want to go to bed for the day or if you wanted to watch a movie. And as much as you would have loved to spend even more awake time with him, exhaustion was catching up to you. “I think going to bed is a good idea.” He nodded with a smile and led you back to the bedroom with a hand on the small of your back.

You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom and completed your evening routine, but when you returned to the bedroom, half the bed was empty. “Simon?” Just as you moved to the door to go look for him, he appeared right there. “Yeah?” You gestured to the bed. “Where is your stuff?” He looked genuinely surprised. “On the couch, why?”

For a few seconds, you just stared at him before you chuckled. “You don’t…you don’t have to sleep on the couch. I don’t mind sharing the bed.” His lips formed a silent ‘o’, your chuckles turned into giggles. “Are you sure?” Instead of answering immediately, you got onto the tips of your toes and pressed your lips to his, letting them linger for just a moment before pulling away again. Or at least as far as his hands, which had immediately wrapped around your waist and hips, let you. “Yes, I’m sure, Si.” He grinned, his lips hovering just over yours. “Good.”

Next Part | Coming Monday the 5th

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[jerru-chan]

Self conscious Reader getting confidence boost after seeing their TF141 bf/hubby's buldge tenting while just showing off a body fitting outfit you just bought.

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TF141 bf/hubby rescuing Reader from drowning in the pool cause you don't know how to swim. Someone pulled a prank on you and throw you into the pool for drunken fun, despite you saying that you can't swim.

After rescuing you and making sure you're ok, they punch the guy who threw you into the pool and carried you into somewhere safe, away from the bastard.

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Yea i cant swim without those tube/doughnut floaters.

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[jerru-chan]

Simon Riley is a loverboy warnings: established relationship, mentions of pornography, very fluffy Simon Riley blurb

He loved you, that much was obvious. Your initials were carved onto the handles of his guns— messy handwriting, all passion and longing— and a wrinkled polaroid of you accompanied him everywhere he went. He'd stick it to the wall beside wherever he slept, stick it to the ceiling if he got to sleep in a bunk bed (one of those with the loose springs that shriek at every movement, that poked into his back and made him miss your touch more than ever).

Johnny had asked him about it one day, half mocking Simon, he was just in disbelief that their closed off lieutenant had found someone, and reasonably so. It was late at night, they'd been sitting still for hours, the target had yet to exit the building they were watching— Price had told them to wait.

So, he tried to make small talk, gossip a little. He said he'd seen that old polaroid in his quarters, seen it get tucked away in his pocket, tacked to walls and ceilings. He'd seen Simon hold it in his hands when he sat in bed— his breathing leveled, face hidden by his mask, mumbling something under his breath before he laid down to sleep. He'd made some stupid comment like what porno she sneak out of?, a comment that would usually earn him a chuckle and a tap on the arm, but that this time earned him a slap to the back of his head and a grumble.

"Respect my bird, Soap." He'd said, deep voice coated in annoyance, almost venomous.

It was obvious he loved you when, you came to pick him up after he got back from being deployed. Obvious in the way his gloved hands immediately found yours, in the way a weight seemed to lift off your shoulders; in the way his gaze, concealed with a balaclava, was so soft, so loving.

They all heard it in his voice, sweet, almost saccharine; saw it in the way you'd touch him, and he'd let you. You could poke his side after making a joke, and he wouldn't flinch, wouldn't bend your arm back or slap it away; he'd laugh, he'd hold your wrist in his big, calloused hand and laugh lightheartedly.

Soap and Gaz watched, enthralled, as you completely took over Simon's personal space, your hands moving up and under his t-shirt, your face settling in the crook of his neck as you held him close, squeezing him tight "to make up for lost time". They watched as Simon grunted out complaining, but lifted up the lower section of his balaclava and kissed your forehead, then your lips.

Ghost was their closed off lieutenant, but Simon Riley was completely wrapped around your little finger, and he loved every second of it.

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tags:@laceyfaeryy @cherrycolaheartss

[jerru-chan]

Can I Cut In?

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: alcohol consumption; fluff

Based off request: Heyyy, would you write something fluff about Ghost? Maybe reader overhear ghost talking to soap about how he likes y/n but it's afraid of make a move.

A/N: Thank you for the idea! @drownedinverse

Requests are open!

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you also didn’t keep walking when you definitely should have. Walking past one of the briefing rooms, you heard Soap and Ghost talking. You were going to just stop in and say hello on your way to the mess hall. You froze just before the doorway when you heard your name.

“Would you just drop it?” Ghost says, and you can tell he sounds irritated. You wince, your anxiety getting the better of you- convinced maybe you did something to annoy him.

Ghost always seemed to avoid you. You assumed maybe he just didn't like you- which was fine, he was always respectful and he never let it interfere when the two of you needed to work together. You hoped when you joined the taskforce you’d become close with everyone, but you accepted that Ghost and you wouldn’t be friendly- you don’t have to be friends with your coworkers.

“I just don’t understand what your issue is,” Soap replies, and he sounds exhausted. You can hear the heavy steps of his boots as he’s pacing back and forth.

“God, there is no issue-” he tries to insist, but Soap must have given him a look or something because he doesn’t even finish the sentence as his voice falls in defeat. “I just get so fucking nervous.”

“Nervous?” You hear Soap chuckle. Your brow furrows in confusion- Ghost… nervous? Because of you?

“What if I ask (y/n) and it goes horribly? It could ruin everything… Shit, it would be such a mess, Soap.”

“It’s a date, not the end of the world.”

A date? Ghost wants to ask you out? There’s no way- he avoids you any opportunity he can. He tolerates you at best- you can’t even bring yourself to believe your ears.

“It’s not just a date- and you know that Soap.”

Dating you would be complicated. For weeks Ghost imagined how asking you out would go. He imagines every possible rejection- from polite, to rude, to you just laughing in his face. He thinks he can stomach rejection, it’ll hurt- it would devastate him, but he could move on. What he fears more is if you said yes. He’s played it out in his head way too much. He’s worried about what it would be like to open himself up, to become vulnerable- just for the inevitable downfall that he always manages to find himself in. He’s convinced himself that no matter what he’d just end up losing you so up until now he’s just shoved his feelings down as always. But as time passes, and the feelings he holds for you becomes stronger- it’s becoming unbearable.

“Fine, be miserable forever,” Soap says in defeat and you decide to walk away quickly before either of them realizes you’d been there.

You’re eating at one of the long tables in the mess hall when Simon takes a seat on the bench across from you. His words that you overheard are practically ringing in your ear as he looks at you. This isn’t like him. Usually he sits away from you, at the other end of the table. You feel that your face is hot under his intense stare. He looks so nervous, and you know it has to do with the conversation you overheard. You think maybe he knows you heard them, and he’s here to set the record straight- you misunderstood everything.

“So,” he begins, his eyes now focused on the table in front of him, unable to meet your eye. “The guys mentioned maybe hitting a pub off base on our day off.”

“Oh?” You ask, tilting your head. He nods, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, uh, I- Soap, uh, you know, he’s trying to get a headcount- wants to know if you’re going, you know- to the pub, obviously.”

“Oh, um, yeah- I’ll try to be there,” you say with a smile.

The whole team is shocked to see Simon walk through the doors of the bar. He never opts to go out on his days off. He usually always stays behind, left to be by himself on base. Soap already knows why he’s here and he can’t help but find the whole situation amusing. He’s never seen his friend like this before.

“Holy shit! Look who it is,” Roach exclaims, lifting up his pint in Ghost’s direction. Ghost nods, maneuvering through the crowd to get to where the team has taken over the corner booth. He tries his best to hide his disappointment when he sees you aren’t there. He feels so defeated, and he’s almost tempted to just turn around and head back to the barracks.

He slides in next to Soap anyways. He grabs one of the unclaimed glasses from the middle of the table and pours himself a beer from the pitcher from the middle of the table. If he was here, he might as well drink his sorrows away.

The music is loud and it’s crowded when you arrive. Anxious butterflies swarm in your stomach. This is the first time the team has met outside of work since you joined the force. You’re hoping tonight will give you a chance to bond with them, and in the back of your mind, you’re hoping that Ghost is there.

Ghost sees you before you see them, and honestly, you take his breath away. This is the first time he’s seen you out of uniform and god, you looked amazing. Everything about you just made his heart practically beat out of his chest. He’s usually so much better at keeping his emotions at bay. He’s never let himself feel like this before.

But it’s you.

When your eyes find them as you scan the room, you smile and Ghost thinks you might be the death of him. He knows you’re being waved over by Soap and you’re smiling at him, but he can’t help but hope that maybe you’ll smile like that because of him. You’ve completely ruined him, and he can’t see past anything else except you when you’re in his atmosphere.

“Hi everyone,” you smile, not even hesitating to slide in next to Ghost. You smell good too, he feels like he might go insane. Everyone on the force greets you with a smile and a boisterous hello, except Ghost, who sits there with gritted teeth like being next to you is so uncomfortable that he’d rather be anywhere else.

You realize you must’ve misunderstood what you heard earlier. There’s no way he’s interested when he just asks like this whenever he’s around you. You start to feel especially foolish, looking down at the outfit you picked out especially to get his attention.

Price passes you a beer and you thank him with a polite smile. You clear your throat, trying to cut through the awkward tension you feel sitting next to Ghost. You can’t even imagine how you let yourself get wrapped up in the idea that he might actually like you.

The group gets lost in conversation as some time passes and you’re eventually able to focus on the group and not on Ghost. The music is loud and people are starting to dance, recognizing the song that someone put on through the jukebox.

“Oh I love this song,” you say with a grin, turning to watch the people who’ve started dancing. It looked like everyone was having so much fun. You turn back around and finish your drink.

“Come on,” Soap says with a grin, offering you his hand. Your eyes widen, pleasantly surprised as he leads you over to the floor. He puts a hand on your waist and leads you as you both dance to the fast paced song.

Ghost knows it’s just a friendly gesture on Soap’s part but he’s fuming. His eyes are shooting daggers at Soap the entire time, jealousy bubbling up inside him when he has no right to feel this way.

At the end of the song, Soap spins you and it makes you laugh, and you need to hold his shoulders afterwards because it leaves you dizzy. You’re both laughing, out of breath from trying to keep up with everyone else, and Ghost can’t watch it anymore.

The song changes, something much slower and couples around you begin to sway. Ghost gets up and strides over to you and Soap before you both begin dancing.

“Can I cut in?” He asks, and Soap steps aside. He pats Ghost on the shoulder, a grin on his face- his plan working out exactly as he hoped. You rest your arms around Ghost’s broad shoulders, and his hands rest on the small of your back.

“I didn’t think you were a dancer,” you say after a few moments. Ghost chuckles.

“I’m not,” he answers.

“Oh,” you reply, and you both fall into silence again. There’s an unspoken tension and a nervousness that the two of you feel.

He’s so nervous. He can hardly steady his breathing, the feeling of you against him is overwhelming- it’s all he can think about. The moment with you is perfect and he’s so worried about saying anything wrong that ruins it. You’re just so pretty, and it makes it hard for him to think straight.

“Would you wanna go out sometime?” He asks suddenly, surprising himself but his sudden outburst.

“Like- like a date?” You ask, surprised. He gulps.

“Yeah, like a date.”

“I’d like that,” you say with a smile, and all of his nervousness melts away. “Can I, can I try something?” You ask, looking up at him. He nods. He doesn’t care what it is. He’d say yes to whatever you asked for.

You lean up and press your lips to his, hesitantly at first. All you feel is sparks, but you’re worried you overstepped when he doesn’t kiss you back at first. Embarrassed, you move to pull away but he pulls you closer, kissing you back finally.

Suddenly every book you’ve read, or movie you’ve seen with an amazing first kiss makes sense. Both of you are left breathless, smiling like fools and you hide your face in his chest when you hear the obnoxious cheering of your teammates.

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Roommate!Reader: So.. When's rent pay again?

Simon: Don't worry about it love. It has been taken care of.

Reader: Wait, what? Why? I'm suppose to pay the rent too!

Simon: No. You're here to make my place feels like home.

[jerru-chan]

Simon Riley who never gets mad at his wife. No matter how angry he is. CW : None. Pure fluff

Simon was practically fuming. First he'd been ordered by Price to train a group of new recruits, then, the young recruits decided to be a colossal pain in the ass, and to top it off, he'd missed his lunch break where he would normally have some respite by calling you.

So now, he was shouting at the recruits. More than usual. The recruits all looked dead on their feet. But Simon didn't care, they decided to be annoying little pricks. They needed discipline or they'd never make it in the military.

"For fucks sake, you mongrel! Run ten laps!" Simon roared at a recruit, the others looking nervous. Not wanting to be the next one to face Simon.

"Uh, sir?" One of the recruits squeak.

"What?!" Simon roared, the recruit pointing behind Simon.

Simon turned with a low growl, clearly not in the mood for anymore antics, only for him to look down and see you. His wife, in a pretty little sundress and holding a Tupperware container full of something. It didn't matter what was inside, his stomach was growling at the thought of your cooking.

"Swee'heart" Simon sighed in relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing and his arms wrapping around your waist. He relished in the squeak that came from you as he lifted you up and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"You alright, big guy?" you giggle. Simon grumbling in agreement. Making you laugh again.

Simon set you down, barking at the recruits to find Price and that he'll be taking over the training, before walking behind you with his hands on your waist to guide you to his office.

"Si, if you're busy I can go" you offer, and Simon can barely handle how fucking sweet you are to him.

Simon shook his head, taking off his balaclava and sitting in his office chair. Pulling you to sit on his lap.

"Made you some cottage pie" you grin, opening the container in your hands and handing it to Simon. God it was still warm. "I thought you were gonna yell at me with how mad you were at the recruits"

"Would never yell at you, princess" Simon said, rubbing your hips as you fed him a forkful of the cottage pie. He groaned at the taste, making you giggle.

"good?"

"so fucking good, lovie. Needed your cooking after how shit today has been" Simon smiled, bringing your left hand to his lips and kissing your wedding ring gently.

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btw guys I pulled white lily cookie and dark cacao cookie while writing this :p

[jerru-chan]

ive seen the lunch trope everywhere so i thought id take a crack at it

Ghost and his secret wife part 3 (requests open but i might not get to them)

Simon had once again forgotten his lunch at home, he does this often. Getting up so early in the morning he always forgets something. Now that the rest of 141 knew you existed you figured it was okay to bring him something.

You hum along to music in the kitchen packing away 4 different lunches. You decided to make a lasagna somethinng you know Simon likes.

You had the bright idea to pack four so the rest of the team had something to eat, Simon will sometimes complain that his comrades dont get enough to eat. You always roll your eyes because he often says he is not that close to the rest of the team.

You pack all four containers into a pretty lunch bag and set out towards base.

His office building is often busy so you arent surprised when you walk in and there are tons of people bustling around. you make your way to Price's office because you know he can call in the rest of the team from there.

Simon is the first to arrive after hearing that yo were on base. You smiled as he walked up to you, he held your waist as you gave him a soft peck on the lips.

"What're you doin' here lovie?" He asks and you hold up the lunch bag.

"I brought you lunch because you didnt pack anything and i decided to mke lunch for everyone else."

Simon's heart swelled as he chuckles under his breath.

"Of course you did my sweet wonderful wife."

You grin in response giving him a kiss on his cheek. You pull away as the door opens. The rest of the team came into the office and Johnny gives a grin as he sees you standing there.

"Hey bonnie, What brings ya here?"

You held up the warm containers that you had just taken out of the bag.

"I brought lunch."

Johnny looks towards Simon with the biggest grin possible. "I'm goin' to steal your wife LT."

To that Simon walked over to him and in a low voice said, "Say that again and you're done for." The look of fear that crossed his face was comical.

You chastised Simon and beckoned everyone over to get food. Sitting on Simon's lap as they ate a smile on your face.

[jerru-chan]

I’m going o the Renaissance Faire today so here are how the 141 would be like going with you.

Price:

Is only going so you don’t spend your own money. Also is definitely going to carry your bags so it doesn’t ruin the aesthetic of your outfit. You ask him to dress up and he says no. He at least has a fun time watching you and the shows will drinking some beer.

Ghost:

Will go just to spend time with you. Won’t let you spend a dime either. He also will enjoy watching the blacksmiths. Also probably buys you a small knife to carry for your safety. He will agree to wear an executioner mask to the faire. Why not it should scare any lad who is brave enough to approach you.

Gaz:

Will be apprehensive at first. You give him the puppy eyes and he caves. The morning of he starts to get ready and you call him over to help you lace up your corset. It was at that moment he decided he is going to every single one with you after that. Especially if that means the corset stays on when you two get home. When he gets there he wants to dress up also. He buys his outfit and now you two are the hottest couple there.

Soap:

He didn’t want to go until you said he could wear a kilt. Then he was more excited about going than you. He definitely bought a sword.(It definitely got confiscated by Price) He drank so much ale and ate the biggest turkey leg. He also got you a tiara. He said you are his princess and he is the Scottish knight assigned to protect you.

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Menacing - Simon Riley x f!Reader drabble

Summary: Simon doesn't mean to scare you all of the time but, for some reason, he still doesn't make any effort to fix the issue.

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader is pretty short compared to Simon, Simon loves to kiss the top of readers head any chance he gets

Word Count: 285

A/N: A kinda?? continuation of the sleepy drabble, just another silly short of Simon unintentionally freaking you out, hope you enjoy <3

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Simon had a bad habit of accidentally scaring you. It happened a lot; he'd silently linger in doorways, just watching you, rarely even speaking up after you gasp when you finally notice him. He'd also occasionally walk up behind you without saying a word, leaving you oblivious until you yelp once you realize he's there. For such a large man, he was surprisingly quiet.

You were in the kitchen, standing at the stove as you absentmindedly stirred the pasta sauce you were preparing for dinner. You stood over the pan, not paying attention to anything around you as you hummed to yourself quietly. Suddenly, without warning, your boyfriend's deep voice spoke up from behind you, "Smells great already."

You yelped in surprise, nearly dropping the spoon that was in your hand. Turning slightly, you lifted your head to look up at the man standing behind you. Simon looked down at you with an almost guilty look on his face, his large brown eyes staring into yours. "Sorry." He mumbled, always feeling slightly bad for the way he accidentally scared you but never attempting to announce his presence.

"Simon, honey," you sat the spoon down and spun your body completely toward him, "You have got to stop doing that, it freaks me out." Simon shrugged as he leaned forward, looking over your head and into the pan on the stove.

"Jus' wanted to tell you that dinner smells good."

Sighing, you turned back around and picked the spoon back up. "It'll be ready in a bit."

Simon gently placed his large hands on your hips, leaning down to quickly press his lips to the top of your head before wordlessly moving away to set the table.

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[jerru-chan]

Simon Riley doesn’t do dates.

He doesn’t do candlelight or reservations or dinner in crowded places. But he gets up early, drives you across town to that bakery you love, lets you eat in the quiet of his truck with your feet in his lap and your laughter in his ears. He memorizes your order. Wipes icing off your lip with the pad of his thumb, then sucks it off his skin like he didn’t just melt your spine. That’s his kind of date. His kind of want.

Simon Riley doesn’t do small talk.

Doesn’t ask about your day just to fill the space. But he listens. Really listens. Knows the names of your coworkers, what days your boss is unbearable, when your voice sounds frayed. He doesn’t say much. Just acts. Takes things off your plate. Touches your lower back on bad days like it’ll ground you. Like it grounds him, too.

Simon Riley doesn’t do touches.

At least not soft ones. Not lingering ones. Not until you. Now his fingers find the nape of your neck in passing. His knuckles trail your jaw as you sleep. His hand spreads over your stomach beneath your shirt while you make dinner, possessive, protective—unmoving. Like he just wants to feel that you’re real. That you’re his.

Simon Riley doesn’t do comfort.

But when you lock the bathroom door and cry quietly, he doesn’t knock—just sits on the other side. Silent. Waiting. And when you finally crawl into bed, he’s there, already pulling you to his chest, burying his nose in your hair. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t ask. Just holds.

Simon Riley doesn’t do vulnerability.

But you catch him looking. At you. When you’re brushing your teeth, when you’re barefoot in the kitchen, when you’re not wearing makeup and haven’t spoken in hours. He looks like he’s trying to memorize you. Like he’s scared of how deep he feels. Of how much he wants. Of how badly he needs.

Simon Riley doesn’t beg.

But he’s on his knees now.

Literally.

The floor is cold, your thighs are trembling, and his hands are braced on your hips like you’re something holy. His mouth is ruining you. Slow, thorough, fucking devout. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tug once, and he groans into you like it’s permission.

You try to close your thighs. He grips them harder.

“Open,” he rasps, voice rough with something dangerous. “I said open.”

Simon Riley doesn’t do pretty.

Not during sex. He’s rough. Filthy. Unapologetic. But with you, God, with you, he holds back just enough. Kisses your stomach when he drags your legs over his shoulders. Whispers “there she is” when your back arches off the mattress.

He doesn’t say please. But he looks it.

When he finally fucks into you, it’s slow. Brutal. Controlled. His hand wraps around your throat—not squeezing, just there. Just holding. Anchoring. The other is flat on your stomach, thumb brushing over the soft skin just beneath your navel like he owns it.

Like he’s claiming it.

“You feel that?” he grits out. “Right there—that’s me. That’s how deep I’m in you, sweetheart.”

Simon Riley doesn’t say I love you.

But he keeps your hair tie on his wrist. Carries your chapstick in his pocket like it belongs there. Buys your favorite snacks without asking. Sleeps better when you’re near. And when you whisper it—soft, half-asleep, like a secret you’re scared he won’t return. He doesn’t say it back.

Not in words.

He kisses you slow. Reverent. Like you’re the only thing in the world he believes in.

And that’s how you know.

[jerru-chan]

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[jerru-chan]

gamer!Ghost x f!gamer!reader | Previous Part

This was a bad idea. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as you stood in front of the train station and waited for any sign of Simon. Your train had arrived early, and you messaged him as soon as you realized that, but he had yet to show up. Part of you was starting to worry if he was pranking you. Maybe even filming you for a video. But when a motorbike came to a stop right in front of you, you knew that he wasn’t pranking you. You smiled as he got off and walked over to you with confidence. He stopped right in front of you, his hands settling on your hip as if it were the most natural thing to do.

“’ello, love.” You couldn’t help but grin up at him. “Hey, Si.” He still had his helmet on, but the visor was up, so you could see the crinkling skin around his eyes as he smiled. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Still grinning, you nodded, linking your fingers with his as he caught your hand to lead you back to his bike. There, he pulled an extra helmet out of thin air. “Ever had one on?” You quickly shook your head no, but Simon just smiled.

“Okay, look up for me.” As if to emphasize his point, he placed his pointer finger under your chin and tilted your head back. With ease, he slid the helmet over your head and got to work, closing the buckle and making sure everything fit well. You felt like one of those girls in the TikToks you saw sometimes, feeling yourself blush underneath the helmet.

Once Simon was happy with everything, he gently bonked his head against yours before closing your visor. He then showed you how to get on and how to act while riding. “Sorry, I wanted to pick you up with my truck, but getting it through traffic would’ve been a nightmare, and I didn’t want to leave you waiting any longer.” You smiled as he helped you swing your leg over the machine, before settling your arms around his waist. “All good, Si. Just glad you’re here.” He looked over his shoulder at you, and gently padded your hand, before starting the bike. The vibrations scared you for a second, but adrenaline quickly filled your veins, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Hold on, yeah?” I nodded against his back, and then we took off.

Riding was…exhilarating. The wind in your hair, the blurring of cars and buildings around you. And Simon, right there, right underneath your hands. You couldn’t help but move them around from time to time, grabbing his muscular tits, drumming on the bike in front of him when you were at a red light, et cetera. Sometimes, you even felt Simon chuckle under your hands.

But all too soon, it was over, and you pulled into a driveway. Once the bike was off and Simon had kicked down the stand, he helped you off before following you. “How was it?” You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. “Amazing! It was so much fun, I want to do it again!” This got him laughing as he gently tilted your head up again, working on opening the strap, so he could get you free. While he was working, you couldn’t help but hold onto his hoodie, both fists curled up in the material. Simon quickly noticed, but didn’t say anything, instead, he stepped even closer.

Once the strap was open, he pulled your helmet off your head, and only then did you notice that it said your name in small letters on the back. “Is this…?” He glanced at it before shrugging. “Had to get you one. Couldn’t have given you one of the ones my mates use. They stink.” You chuckled and watched as he took his own helmet off, revealing half of his face. Finally, you could see him. And you just smiled at him, so long until he cleared his throat, the tips of his ears slightly red.

“Do I…do I have something on my face?” You chuckled and shook your head. “No…no, sorry. I just…hi.” His eyes betrayed the smile hidden underneath the mask as he looked at you. “Hi, love.” You continued to stare there, just staring and smiling at each other, until the bark of a dog pulled you out of the moment. Only then did you notice the cold wind and start to shiver. “Let’s get you inside, yeah?” You nodded and followed, but only after you had handed your backpack, which had everything you needed to stay with him for a few days, to Simon. “Not gonna let you carry stuff, lovie.” You would be lying if you said you didn’t swoon when he said that.

Next Part | Coming Friday the 2nd

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Simon’s sweet wife - pt two

part one here

It was only that Saturday that Kyle, Johnny, and Price really realized how much you had tamed and domesticated the big behemoth Simon was.

The first thing? When you lightly scolded Simon for having no manners when he didn’t properly greet Kyle, Johnny, and Price all standing at the doorstep. You even gave him a look: the kind that said “You know better.”

“Yeah Si, you heard her!” Johnny teased, snickering like a kid poking a bear through the bars of its cage.

However, it was only later into the breakfast that they really saw it.

“What was that?” Kyle nearly choked out to ask, orange juice going down his throat the wrong way.

“Simon was the one who helped me plant my flowers outside! Even suggested we get some daisies,” you said so casually, like it wasn’t world altering information.

All three of the men looked between each other, then at Simon. Who huffed at their dumbfounded faces, giving a brief nod like it physically pained him to admit it.

They had a hard time wrapping their heads around the image of Simon, the big, burly, death stare slinging man— willingly planting flowers. Daisies, no less. Even harder when you showed them proof. Photos. Multiple ones. 

There he was, crouched in the soil, sleeves rolled up, wearing the same deadly serious stare he used to take out targets, except now it was for aligning marigolds and lavender like flower placement was life or death.

But apparently, you were the only one not picking up on the tension thick in the room. Kyle and Johnny both doing their absolute best to keep it together, failing when a laugh or snort slipped past their lips. Especially when they looked up and saw their lieutenant shooting them that infamous “don’t you fucking dare” glare.

Maybe you didn’t notice the tension because the Simon they were flabbergasted to meet was the only one you’d ever known. You didn’t know their version of Simon— the one that slit throats in enemy camps like it was second nature. The one who came back from missions soaked in blood, silent and untouchable.

You only knew this version. The man who watered the garden without being asked. The one who sat at your kitchen table and grated cheese while you stirred the pot. The one who cracked jokes.

A conversation later, you were getting up for more honey for the delicious biscuits you made, the ones the men had practically gone to war over seconds of. You laughed when they bickered, told them there was plenty to go around, and even more for next time.

Returning to the table, honey wasn’t the only thing in your hands.

“Here’s some more juice for you, Si. I got a different brand from the store this time since you said the last one upset your stomach.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek so effortlessly, like you did it a hundred times a day and he thanked you in the softest voice they’d ever heard leave his mouth.

The second your back turned and you mumbled something about grabbing napkins from the kitchen, they pounced.

“Little Simon’s tummy gets upset over the big bad orange juice?” Johnny taunted in a babied voice, nearly wheezing.

“Christ, Simon. You’re whipped, aren’t ya?” Kyle laughed, raising his drink in a mock toast.

Sure, they were teasing. But beneath it, they were also proud. Quietly, deeply proud. Because Simon, who once refused medical attention after getting a slash wound just to avoid “being fussed over” now told you when something didn’t sit right in his stomach. He trusted you that much.

“You better treat that lass in there right, aye?” Price said, patting his shoulder with a proud smile.

And he did. Always did. Even before the teasing and warnings about not screwing it up.

Flowers every Wednesday. Date nights every week without fail. Every decision, every breath, rooted in loving you properly.

And eventually, he found the courage to ask you to be his wife. Dropping down to one knee with that same stoic look on his face except his eyes were soft. Vulnerable.

All three of the men came out from their hiding spots, Johnny and Kyle jumping up and down like teenage fan girls at a concert, cheering like lunatics. Price stood nearby, cigarette dangling from his mouth along with a lopsided smile, awkwardly recording on his phone like a dad learning how to use tech.

Because their cold hearted lieutenant, ghost of warzones, butcher of men finally got his heart warmed by the only person who ever made the world feel soft again.

Once his sweet lady.

Now his sweet fiancée.

And soon to be, his sweet wife.

ignore the fact the last part was called his sweet wife and in this was he’s asking her to marry him low key forgot in part one they were already married LMAOO

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[jerru-chan]

Simon’s sweet wife

seen other people talk about the task force finding out about Simon’s bird at first in subtle ways so I made this

It started with the lunches.

At first, no one thought much of it. Simon had brought the occasional sandwich before, nothing out of the ordinary. But then it changed. Out went the basic bread and meat, and in came proper meals. Lasagna. Curry. A neatly packed container of something warm and homemade, tucked right beside a little folded note Simon was far too quick to snatch out of sight when Johnny leaned over, grinning.

“C’mon, Simon,” he teased, voice full of curiosity. “Just let us have a peek. We wanna know who’s makin’ you lunch like that, eh?”

Kyle nodded, snickering.

“Piss off,” Simon grumbled, big hand curling protectively around the note like it was a classified file. He didn’t care that they were watching, didn’t even look up. Just reread your words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth beneath the mask.

“Ay, Johnny, look! you can see a heart through the paper!” Kyle laughed, catching the way the light hit the thin paper just right, revealing the faint outline of a heart signed with your name.

After that, it became a bit of a running joke. Not that Simon gave them anything to work with. But the mystery only deepened when, during a three week deployment at another unit, a care package showed up with his name on it.

To say the guys hovered would be an understatement. Johnny and Kyle practically sat on either side of him like vultures, trying to act casual. Price stayed back in his chair, cigarette between his fingers, looking disinterested but Simon could feel his eyes, just as nosy as the others.

The box had all the essentials: snacks, cold weather gear, a familiar blanket from home. A couple of your sweet notes, some of his favorite tea in bulk. But what really got them going were the Polaroids tucked in between the layers of stuff.

Kyle caught a glimpse of one. Simon sitting on a porch step with you in his lap, your smile soft, his arm wrapped tight around your waist.

Johnny elbowed him. “Alright, Simon. When ’re we gonna meet this mystery missus of yours?”

“She wouldn’t like you.” He grunted in response 

“What is she, a grump like you?”

Hardly.

The real surprise came a few weeks later, when a sweet bird showed up at base asking for Lieutenant Simon Riley.

Price was the first to see you. He’d expected someone with a set it glare, reserved, maybe a little sharp around the edges. Instead, you walked right up to Simon with a warm smile, kissed his cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world, and handed him a jacket. 

Simon knew Price, Kyle, and Johnny were watching from around the corner. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if half the rookies and a few of the other sergeants were too.

But none of that mattered.

Not when his sweet girl was standing in front of him.

“Why are you here, baby?” he asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You forgot your jacket,” you said, brow furrowed. “And I heard it was supposed to be cold today. I didn’t want you to get sick.”

Your voice alone cracked something in him, and it was impossible not to smile under the mask.

“Y’know I would’ve been fine, love.”

Still, he took the jacket from your hands with a quiet “thank you,” promising to wear it, walking you down the hallway before watching you turn and head back out.

Well— not before Johnny and Kyle caught you at the corner, peering over the wall like a couple of kids up to no good.

They didn’t say much, but by the time Simon heard about it later, you’d already agreed to let them come over for dinner sometime.

He just shook his head. Not even surprised by their antics. But he didn’t say no either.

Because you’d said yes.

So next Saturday, he guessed he’d be setting an extra few plates at the table for Johnny, Kyle, and probably Price, too.