#simon riley x poc reader

[boowritess]

second addition to this post lol

retired!simon riley - sorry chef!simon riley x reader

imagine this motherfucker learns how to cook your cultures traditional foods better than you.

like maybe he had hit up an aunty, your ma, your dad, uncle, sister, brother, cousin, nan, granddad - whoever - to ask about one of your cultures traditional food that's special to you.

so they come teach him, or send him detailed steps, or probably video call him (but let's be fr they probably went over to teach him)

and that is the only time he doesn't ever raise his voice or back talks the person he's sharing a kitchen with - because why would he??? they're teaching him.

idk i just - AHHH i find it so cute imagining this towering fucking goliath of a man standing next to your nan or maybe even your dad - whoever - and he's just listening and watching so intensely.

the kitchen is filled with spices, there's music playing that he doesn’t quite understand the lyrics but it's nice and catchy.

but you come home, and you think that perhaps a family member come in and cooked it because there's no way - yet there he is. making it himself in the kitchen. hands working far better than yours at a task that you were practically raised doing.

and when you sit to eat, maybe you should feel jealous - but fuck

it tastes exactly like your family member that makes it... maybe even better.

as you eat, you look at him, eyes shining with a sort of warmth that's not just loving - it's far more intimate - more homey and one that's so personal. and he can tell because when he's looking in your eyes and there's thousands more staring back at him.

"you're making more of this..." the demand is firm, but with the way you speak, it's clear it's just covering up how much it means to you that he did this.

"whatever you want, lovie..." he softly chuckles, more than happy to adhere to your demands, pressing a kiss to your forehead before eating it himself.

a/n: something for my fellow ethnic babies xx

[lxvvie]

Simon proposed to you. While drunk.

To be fair, you were a bit merry yourself.

You were in the comfort of your home, enjoying each other's company and the cheap alcohol when you realized Simon was staring at you. Turns out he'd been staring at you for quite a while. He was definitely inebriated, but it was like he was aware just the same. You saw it in his dark eyes. You would have reflected some more if you weren't tipsy.

"...Marry me."

That roused you from your drunken stupor. You think. You guess. Wait a damn minute. You began giggling. Or maybe you always were giggling. Fuck, you didn't know, didn't care to know, but—"Yer drunk, Siiiii." And still, you giggled.

Wasn't gonna deter your soldier, though. He took another swig of his drink, let it settle, eyes never leaving yours, and said, " 'm not drunk. 'm in love, sweetheart," Oh! ...Oh. Oh shit. "Marry me, luv. Make an honest man outta me, yeah?" Simon punctuated his proposal with a loud burp. When did he take his shirt off?

You couldn't be bothered to care. When didn't he have his shirt off around you? And fuck, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way he kept staring at you, drunk in love, or maybe—"SURE!"

Smooth. Real fucking smooth. But it was enough.

Simon leaned in to kiss you. At least, he tried to. That's all you remembered until the next morning when you woke up and there he was, comfortably resting on top of you, him in your arms and you in his.

You would've thought last night was a dream if you hadn't seen the drunken text Simon sent the boys later:

im a missus

Yes, you are, Simon. Yes, you are.

And truth be told, you two didn't mind it at all.

[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT being a barracks bunny and having the biggest crush on SIMON “GHOST” RILEY. Completely revamping your image so you’ll be more appealing to him. Even going as far as sleeping with your captain, John Price, so he’ll put you and Simon together more often for missions or training. You may be a bimbo, but you weren’t dumb and knew how to get what you wanted. Slowly but surely, you wormed your way into his heart. And the grande finale to get him into your bed was to invite him to your room, the perks of sleeping around providing you the luxury of your own private room without any bunkmates. Promising to let him leave after one glass of whiskey, but one glass turned into two and soon enough y’all were already about to finish the second bottle.

It wasn’t long before your fleeting touches on his arm turned into harsh grips on his biceps that left red scratches from your short manicured nails. Caused by the way he pushed your legs back high to your chest, his calloused hands gripping your meaty thighs while he held them down, pushing your flexibility to the max. Your knees were to your chest and ankles rest on his broad shoulders as he fucked into your needy cunt with all his weight. He fucks like a machine: hard and strong thrusts with no pause or hesitation, determined to fuck you both into oblivion in a drunken haze. And fuck… he’s big.

He continued to pound into you with a relentless rhythm, your legs twitching in the air involuntarily while he held you in place. " ‘m in so fucking deep, baby… is that why yo’ can’t talk?" he groaned, his voice low. "Don't you dare close those pretty little eyes. Look at me while I fuck you, Y/n. Look at me and know that no other soldier can satisfy you like I can." Now Simon knew what kind of woman you were, everyone did. He never planned to get involved with you until you suddenly appeared in his life and coaxed him into your company. Simon didn't need to fuck one of his comrades to deal with the normal frustration brought by being a Lieutenant. But this time, he just... Fuck, he needs this. How could he resist with the way you batted your eyelashes up at him, or pouted those plump glossed lips, and don’t even get him started on those skimpy clothes you wore when you invited him to your room for a drink.

Besides, it would a lie if he said he hasn’t dreamed of smothering you with his much larger frame and force you to take his cock in your tight cunt. Watching you writhing underneath him while you cried out his name. And now it was all coming true, with a few liquid courage in his system of course. He jumped at the chance to have you all to himself when you caressed his thigh and promised to remove all his frustrations. Little does he know, you orchestrated this from day one, and all those tension filled encounters would lead you to this moment.

“Sim— Lieutenant! Oh my God! ngh… slow down, please!” You beg, throwing your head back as the pleasure was becoming too much. You move your hands from his arms to weakly try and slow down his movements, but Simon quickly snatched both of your wrists and held them over your head. Using his free hand he smacked your thigh hard enough for a red print to show, “don’t be so sensitive, bunny. Keep your hands to yourself and just take my cock like the good slut I know you are.”

[rottingflowrs]

The cod fandom is so fucking white what even .The Gaz erasure is so gross .a lot of you don’t even try to hide it .Don’t get me wrong you can write about whoever you want but to title it is as 141 X reader and then not include gaz is just disgusting .

[moonbeamoclock]

Hot take that shouldn’t be a hot take:

my biggest pet peeve is when people tag something as a x reader but it’s actually an oc…..i got to the last chapter of a fic only for the description of the ‘reader’ to be of a white person.

then the author got nasty with me after i called her out about it but that’s whatever

it takes an extra 2 mins to have a generic description of a person rather then give the details of their appearance but some of y’all are just too lazy to do even that

[ureternalmajesty]

Into it || Simon “ghost” Riley

Simon "ghost" Riley x wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of belly buldge, fem!reader, breeding, dom ghost, poc friendly, is my shit ever proofread? No!

Every since he saw you at the park helping a kid look for their parents on a walk that you both were supposed to be taking something in Simon snapped. He wanted to see you waddling around with a round stomach carrying his kid.

That's how you ended up on the bed naked under your husband as he pressed a kiss to your nipple before taking the hardened nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Back arching off the bed hands pulling at his hair. "Simon fuck me now." You tug on his hair pulling his head back looking into eyes.

Sitting up and forehead now touching yours as his nose bumped yours. “You want me to do what lovie?” Large hands running down your beautiful skin that shined with the light sheen of sweat. Tilting your head up pressing a kiss to his lips. “I want you to fuck me…please Simon fuck me.” The pleading was enough for Simon.

Sitting up and leaning on the backs of his legs as he rubbed the tip of his dick between your wet folds before he took both legs and threw them over his shoulder as he sunk into your sloppy pussy. Hands firmly placed on your upper thighs pulling you closer and himself deeper in you.

Pulling out and thrusting back in forcing a moan out of your mouth. “Fuck Simon!” As your reach to grab Simon but your hand rubbed along the bulge that was from your husband’s cock.

The feeling of being full and the slight pain from the tip of Simon’s cock nudged your cervix. The sound of skin slapping and moans and groans filled the room drowning out the sound of the headboard hitting the wall.

“Almost there love doing such a good job taking my cock.” He praised placing a kiss to your calf. Eyes looking down at you as the bulge a groan fell from Simon’s lips as he thrusted even faster. “Fuck lovie this cunt…can’t wait to make you a mother.” He moaned out as you arched off the bed. “Wanna see your belly swollen with my kids..can’t gotta fill this pussy.” A whimper fell from your lips followed by a moan as you convulsed around him covering his dick in your juices.

Simon’s thrust stuttered and faltered a bit as he got closer to his own end. With a moan of his own thrusts slowing as his cum leaked into your pussy as he rode out his orgasm making you wince from overstimulation. Pulling out and propping your hips up with a pillow as he plopped down next to you placing kisses along your shoulder. “I want a boy Simon.” You turned your head towards him.

[writingoddess1125]

Soo I wanted to imput my own culture on this one!

COD Men + König Dating a Jamaican Women

König

• You and König had been together for quite a while. Spending most of your guys relationship in Europe and in his home country.

• But when you make to offer of having him meet your family he is more then happy to accept!

• He didn't expect to take a plane to the tropicals however- Ending up in such a touristy area at first. Till you lead him off the beaten bath to a much more rural area to introduce him to your family.

• They are a but surprised at first, seeing such a large man. However accept him with open arms- Your Mummy especially.

• You handed your mother her drink, watching her as she looked at the new member of the family who was seated playing cards with your cousin- The shorts She'd bought clearly being a size too small to fit him comforbly.

• It was like she got the son she wanted the most- Immediately having him change into more comforble clothes. Fed him, and forced you to walk him around the prettiest parts of town.

• "Why does it feel like my Mum likes you more then me!?"

• Konig could only laugh at this and shyly disagree.

• However after your Mum took him shopping since she felt like he didn't have the proper clothes he couldn't disagree further.

• He absolutely adores the beaches of your home and spends so much time swimming he gets a golden tan in a short amount of time.

• "Gonna need to order some better shorts" You mumbled- not wanting him to have a wardrobe malfunction while around your family. Your mother laughing at this and patting your hip- "Wen yuh climb tall trees yuh get langggg branches-"

• "MUMMY!"

Gaz

• You decided that it was time for Gaz to meet your family, wanting to take that extra step together.

• They are so excited to meet him they start chattering away immediately- However Gaz figures out very quickly...

• He is more then thrilled. Having wanted to take that next step with you for quite a while- So when the plan arrived at your home he was so happy to see your family there to meet you and him there.

• He doesn't know what the fuck they are saying-

• They had accidently assumed he knew Patwah and were corrected by you quickly. Since they assumed he was Jamaican like you-

• "Wait it's not just an accent?" Gaz asks softly to you, Which leads to you explaining that it's a Creole language called Patwah.

• Your Aunty however seemed to take the liking to Kyle the most. Seeing him as great husband potential for you- As well as dropping 'hints' about a wedding. Which was amusing since she had the thickest of accents out of your entire family.

• "Kyle lov, Wi wud waan (Y/N) married yah inna di yard. A nuh eh ah luk gud place tuh marry an av babies?" (Kyle Love, we would want married here at home. Isn't it a pretty place to marry and have babies? )

• Gaz didn't know what she said per say- But he did year the word Married and Babies.

• He does have a blast however, going out dancing with you, drinking with your family and having a grand time- But most was being fed near constantly.

• "Nyam up Maaga bwoy" (eat up skinny boy)

• Gaz was satted there in the kitchen of your family home, Staring as your Aunty adds another massive scoop of Rice and Peas to his growing plate. Filled delicious foods he could only dream of back home.

• It seemed like there was no escape from this pleasurable hell- and he couldn't be happier

• Gaz nodded obediently as he took up more rice on his fork and continued to eat. You trying to tell your aunty to not force feed your boyfriend.

Soap

• You bring up wanting Johnny to meet your family after officially meeting his- Seeing how it would be fair and should be a fun experience.

• Seems he found his people-

• Of course he is more then willing! Seeing it as a fun get away as well-

• When he arrives his naturally cheery personality wins over your family quickly. Ends up having a blast with them the first day and eats so much he almost gets suck.

• There is a mild language barrier- However it was overcome rather quickly.

• Your cousin seemed to absolutely ADORE Johnny. Taking the two of you out to clubs and different bars around the area.

• "We should buy a place out here- for times like this" He said, Leaning against you as the two of you walk back to your families house.

• Finds out quickly that it's relatively cheap in parts and having his nice military paychecks went a lloonnggg way here.

• Adsolutely loves the drinks. The Ginger beer, the Red Strike, Sorrel.

• Adores them honestly!

• This man has met other half it seems as bottles seem to rain around him.

• "Yu Drunk?" Your cousin calls out to Johnny who is dancing against you with a bright smile on his face.

• "A'm Blootert!" He shouts. His accent so strong its funny-

• Johnny ends up so drunk, he's locked arms with your cousin, seated under the romada singing some imaginary song they had made up together.

Ghost

• You take the opportunity to get your hair braided as well- seeing how for once you don't have to pay an arm and a leg for it.

• It takes a lot of convincing on your part to get Simon to come meet your family. You'd been dating more then long enough and he finally agrees one day-

• However he still wears some form of mask- in his case a skull face mask that is still breathable while keeping him covered.

• Your family was a bit apprehensive of Simon of first- surprised by such a brooding figure you'd dragged with you.

• That was till your father stepped forward and welcomed Simon with open arms. Which lead to the rest of the family also being warm and welcoming-

• Simon accepts this and goes along with the kind greetings from everyone.

• Simon tags along, which surprises you. Ends up asking the hair dresser questions constantly.

• "Wah mek yu deh ask suh much?" Your hairdresser staps a bit-

• "I want to learn how- do I can help her do her hair or our future children's" He says bluntly and truthfully.

• Wins over the whole Salon just like that.

• He has never met a group so God damn stubborn then your family- He can refuse all he wants but ends up being given or dragged some place.

• Getting a step by step on how to do different braids by the nice women at the Salon who baby him- even buying him lunch too.

• The soilder taking the day with your father. The two just enjoying the day together- Simon even smoking with him a little which made him relax more then he expected (You weren't there to tell him-)

• Didn't want a drink- Now has 4 he has finished. Refused an addional plate of food?- He had 3 more and some fruit.

• The only person who wasn't pushy was your father. Who was as stoic and laid back as Simon.

• Simon enjoyed the relaxing time with your Father- The two sitting on the front patio with their drinks sipping away as they occasionally chatted.

• This day being the same, When Simon got up prepared to be dragged to a other fun active place. But instead your father waving him over to sit with him.

• Looking to you as you just nod for him to go do as he pleased-

Price

• By the time you came back, Both men were actually chuckling at some sort of joke together. That night you looking to Simon who laid in bed with you shocked-

• "My Dad actually likes you-" You say in disbelief. Simon only nodding and smiling at your words.

• By the next morning he is as red as a Tomato and sunburned to high hell.

• John is willing to meet your family. Finding it would he a nice holiday and fun overall since he hadn't been to the Caribbeans since he was first in the military.

• When arriving he did notice some stares, since he was so clearly military and learned the distrust was real.

• But your family was open to him in extending that olive branch to him.

• Your uncle however- took some convincing. Which ended up getting John hazed of sorts.

• "Mek wi si wah yu gat Brit-" Your uncle Said with a grin. John of course accepting a challenge. From drinking, Dancing and more. Which ended up with the two shit talking each other-

• By the end of the night John and your Uncle were as thick as thieves.

• John even proud of the hand rolled cigarettes your uncle had given him.

• "Don't take his cigarettes-" You say calmly. Taking the homemade rolled cigarette from your boyfriend and handing him a packed one instead.

• While you were with some of your cousins catching up John sat out on a chair with your Uncles and cousins. The group smoking cigars and cigarettes and chatting away.

• Seemed time was lost on the both of you as John sat out in the sun far too long. Ignoring the reddening of his skin-

• Your poor Boyfriend tho-

• "Fuck-k" John mutters, wincing as he sits down with his arms held out. Your uncle laughing at him-

• You spend the evening rubbing Aloe in his skin and fanning his skin to help ease the burn.

• "Burned noice an criss Hm?" Your uncle said with a laugh making John give a fake glare at the old man.

• "Ah fuck ya you old geezer-" John winced out making the men around him laugh hard at his suffering.

[graymanshoots]

Tender Love & Care

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x POC fem reader

Intimate fluff

A/n: Updates will be slow because I am still grieving but I hope

Prompt: Simon and you wind down after a long mission and he takes care of you

(Cute & Boring Domestic Life :D )

The car ride back home from base was comfortably silent. Simon's hand on your thigh as he drove down the long stretch of road. Your eyes were focused on your phone propped on the dashboard playing a movie as you took your cornrows out.

It had been a long couple of months on the job being moved from place to place to do whatever assignment you were given. You dreamed of the shower back home, the lukewarm temperatures and poor water pressure on base not enough to break the tension in your back. The biggest thing you missed was your shampoo and conditioner, your hair in need of some serious TLC after being stuck under a helmet or balaclava for the majority of your mission.

Finishing with your take down, you sighed in relief, and your head of messy and stretched-out hair hit the headrest. Simon's hand moved from your thigh up to your head and massaged your scalp for a little bit. “Don't touch my hair; it probably stinks,” you sighed, not taking any action to stop Simon's actions. “Don't seem to mind too much, love,” he responded before bringing his hand back down to your thigh, earning a displeased whine. He smirked and glanced at you. “Hey, don't get too upset, we're almost home,” he said, feeling relieved to actually be pulling into the familiar neighborhood.

After parking, the short trip inside of the apartment you shared with Simon was quick. The flat was cold and dark, but it was still a welcomed feeling now being able to fully relax. “Shower or bed?” Simon asked, resetting the security alarm now that the door was locked tight and his hands were empty. “Can't sleep with my hair like this,” you sighed, making your way down the hallway in the direction of your shared bedroom. Simon followed after you, leaving the bags in the living room, his arms coming around your waist just as you got to the door of your room. “I can help you with your hair, love. You're too tired,” Simon said, walking forward into the room with you still wrapped in his arms. It was an awkward waddle into the room that made you laugh before relaxing back into Simon. “You just want an excuse to touch my hair,” you accused, leaning your head back to look at him. A smirk played at his lips as he met your playful glare. “Guilty as charged.”

You scoffed and playfully pushed Simon away from you, his hold giving easily as he stepped back a few to take off his hoodie. You pulled your shirt off and kicked off your jeans, tossing both into the empty laundry basket sitting slumped in the corner of your room, your underwear soon following.

Simon let out a low whistle, and you flipped him the bird as you walked into the connected master bathroom. “Just admiring!” he called after you while removing his own clothes, his scarred pale chest contrasting with the tan of his arms from the hours of being out in the desert. “Any tanner and you'll be using my foundation, Simon,” you commented with a snort, seeing the very visible tan lines. “Shut it and get your ass in the shower,” Simon grumbled, rolling his eyes at your jokes, an unexpected smack hitting your ass as soon as you turned back to the shower, your neck turned so you could stick your tongue out at your boyfriend. “Fuck off!” you yelped, now keeping your cheeks covered from any further attack. A stifled chuckle had you turning to Simon with a glare as he shrugged like he didn't do a thing.

You shook your head and turned the water on, letting the temperature warm to perfection before getting in, a pleased sigh leaving your lips at the comfortingly warm water and good water pressure. “There ya go…” Simon hummed, stepping in after you; the shower had been altered to accommodate his size. Simon allowed you to lean against him with your back against his chest and his hands at your waist. The two of you just stood in comfortable silence, letting the water beat against your worn skin, tension breaking away from your muscles. Simon leaned forward and grabbed your washcloth before lathering it in the sweet aloe & coconut body wash that was sitting in the rack. He gently ran the soapy cloth over your shoulders and down your arms, pressing you to his chest when he smoothed over your hands. Simon pressed light kisses to the back of your neck as he moved over your chest and abdomen.

You soaped up and rinsed off together, but the sweet shower was far from over as your hand reached for the Mielle shampoo. “My favorite part,” Simon grinned, taking the bottle from you and squeezing a good amount into his large palm. “Your hair has grown since we’ve been gone,” he commented, massaging the shampoo into your scalp, a pleased moan coming from your lips. “At least there was minimum breakage,” you sighed, closing your eyes as Simon's fingers scratched at your scalp. He was so firm and gentle you could almost fall asleep, the sound of the shower reminding you of rain in a forest and the sweet smells of your body wash and shampoo bringing a smile to your face. “Are you sleepy, pretty girl?” Simon questioned, noticing you swaying on your feet a bit. You hummed in acknowledgment before bringing your head under the water to rinse out the pomegranate & honey shampoo. Once the water ran somewhat clear, you brought your head out and let Simon massage the conditioner into your hair. With the conditioner in your hair, Simon grabbed your detangling brush and gently ran it through your hair, trying to cause minimal discomfort. “Oh lord, what did I do to deserve you?” You whined, earning a chuckle from Simon. “I should be asking that same question, love,” he said, brushing through another section of hair. “I love your hair; it's so soft,” Simon commented, twirling a piece around his finger. “Like a dream…” he trailed off.

After rinsing the rest of the product from your hair, you soon found yourself wrapped in a warm towel and sitting cross-legged between Simon's legs on your bed as he two-strand twists your hair, something he learned to make your nights easier.

“Do we have any plans for tomorrow ‘cause I've got to get groceries or we’ll be eating take out for the week?” You asked, rubbing your body butter over your drying skin.

“I wouldn't mind ordering food tomorrow; let's handle the groceries on Tuesday,” Simon offered while applying leave-in to the small section of hair he was twisting up.

You hummed, rubbing some butter onto Simon's hairy legs. “You should let me wax your legs,” you started randomly, patting Simon's bare legs like bongos.

“Sure, why not!” he replied enthusiastically, causing you to straighten up with surprise.

“Really?”

“No.”

You immediately deflated when Simon's deadpanned rejection hit your ears, putting a hand to your heart as if you’d been shot. “You’ll live,” Simon scoffed, finishing up on the last twist. He patted your leg, signaling that you were done before running his hands through his hair with the excess product.

You let out a noise that could only be described as relief once Simon finished, throwing the towel to the side and moving on top of him. He circled his arms around your waist and leaned back into the mattress, pressing soft kisses to your lips.

[tiajk]

Doctor’s Cure

Warnings: polygamous relationships, very very slow burn, violence, black fem reader, angst f xf mmmm

A/n: Yippe

Prologue

Chapter 1

on its way!

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[eilidh-eternal]

Ok. I need some help from any PoC readers I might have. We all experience blushing in different ways, right? Lighter skin tones obviously show it physically, but we all experience that rush of warmth and the feeling of our face/ears/neck heating. What ways of describing this make you, my lovely melanin blessed readers, feel seen and immersed in a story beyond ‘their face warmed’???

[lovrre]

Drunk love~

Ghost/Simon riley x female reader

Summary: while just going to the bar for a drink you meet up with an old ex. Are the feelings just as strong as before?

Word count: 1k

Warnings: smut, cursing, unprotected sex ,oral (male receiving) and probably some other stuff.

You walk into the bar putting your leather jacket on a hook at the entrance. You sit at the bar and order Your usual. The bartender hands you your drink with a smile and you smile back Before taking a sip. you stop in your track at a familiar voice coming from your left. You slowly turn your head to see a masked man laughing with other men . “Simon?” You ask, slightly tilting your head to the side. His head turns in your direction, and he stops in his tracks when his eyes land on you.

“Y/N?” he asks, confusion lacing his voice “Oh my god it is you” you say with a massive smile on your face “I almost couldn’t tell with the mask on.” He looked scary but he still had his same old eyes. You two share a quick side hug before continuing conversation, “How is life, You still in the military?” You ask settling down in your seat

“Yes I am, Life's been decent” Simon says smiling underneath his mask. You understood why he wore it but, You missed his face and wondered how time had aged him underneath the mask. Underneath the mask “Thats good…” you say taking a slow sip of your drink. “It's a good thing you're still in the military I was starting to think you’ve just been avoiding me the past two years” you joke, Simon readjust himself awkwardly  before starting “ I-” before he can really even  start a man behind him cut him off by clearing his throat.

“Ghost, Are you going to introduce us to your friend here?” a man says from behind him “Ghost?” You question quietly “Oh yeah, Y/N this is my team” Simon says gesturing to the men behind him dismissively before turning his attention back on you. “Wow that’s it? hi Y/N I’m soap,” the man says with a chuckle coming forward to shake your hand “nice to meet you” you say giving him a firm handshake with a smile . The others in the group intrudes themselves As well.

~~~~~

Before you knew it, an hour had passed. “Oh, I have a good one, we ditched a week of school once to go see a Yankees game, that was fun.” you state, grabbing a nacho from the large basket everyone decided to share. “I literally can't imagine ghost at a Yankees game” soap says, putting down his glass. “It's true, but I guess from what you guy’s told me we know to different men, when I knew him we would do stuff like going up to the roof and-“

“Ya I think that’s enough” Ghost says interrupting you, you scrunch up your face In confusion for a second before realizing “I was just going to tell them about how we used to drop eggs off the roof – what did you think I was I going to say” you ask the last part raising your eyebrow slightly as if you really wanted to know. but you knew exactly what he thought you were going to say. A part of You liked the thought of him thinking of you two on that roof doing not so holy things. The two of you had fallen into an unplanned stare off andSoap awkwardly cleared his throat. “how about more shots?” he says with the big cheesy grin.  “Great” you reply clapping your hands together  snapping from your trance .

After a couple of shots, you started to feel a little tipsy. At this point, you and Simon were basically alone at the bar, his friends were having their own conversation at a table not too far away while eating the remaining nachos “So what happened between you and that boyfriend of yours?” Simon asked, rolling up the bottom of his mask to take a sip of his drink, exposing his chin stubble . You squeeze your legs close at the memory of that stubble between your legs.

“We broke up…last month time was a big issue, he just couldn’t make any Time for me” you say taking Sip of your third drink of the night. “I think It's better this way though… lets just say I was unsatisfied by more then just his time management skills” you joke. Simon lets a small laugh, and you join him putting your hand over your mouth to hold in you’re drink. during the action his eyes fall to your exposed breast in your low cut shirt. He quickly averts them returning his focus to the drink in front of him. “A real man would have made time” he jokes once you settle down 

“Oh really, do you not remember the reason we broke up ?” You ask, raising your eyebrow in the process. Before answering the question He unknowingly flexes his arm, bringing attention to his sleeve tattoos Making your stomach flutter. You wonder if he got any new ones and if he did where? “I was a boy, then I couldn't see what really mattered” Simon says staring down at you with drunken eyes “so what, you're not a boy anymore?” you ask flirtatiously looking up at him “far from it” Simone says looking down at you his eyes swirling with lust. “How so?” you ask almost breathlessly, taunting him. Simon leans in so close you can’t smell but his sent, it drives you crazy but you keep your composure. he positions  his covered mouth directly over your ear before taking “-because I would never leave you unsatisfied”

You physically recoiled his words “Jesus… Simon” your whole body shivers at the thought. “Damn I've missed you y/n ” he says quietly, the words make your heart flip, but you don’t react. “You're drunk, Simon” you say moving away slightly ���dose that make it not true?” Simon asks moving in closer “ Simon… ” you say trailing off “we don't have to” he says put of the blue “huh?”  you say confused.  “We don't have to leave the past behind us, we could try again” Simon says placing his hand over yours

“Oh, so I can be waiting at home to see you once a year… No, thanks” you say before  taking the last swig of your drink “it wouldn't be like that this time”  Ghost says trying to defending is point

“it would” you say giving him a sad smile before removing your hand from under his and placing it ontop. “It was nice seeing you again… Ghost, but I think it's time I go home” you say jumping down from your stool. “Don't” he says, lightly grabbing your arm “don't what?” you asks confused “You call me by my name, ” he asks his voice low and rugged. “Well… Simon it was really nice seeing you again, but I think it’s time I head home.” you step on your tippy-toes giving him a quick kiss on his masked cheek. “hopefully we’ll bump into each other again” Simon watches as you get your jacket and leave the bar.

~~~

You get in the house, desperately trying to calm yourself. All you ever wanted was Simon, but you couldn't put yourself back in that situation only to be hurt. Trying to clear your mind, you get in the shower in hopes of washing away the thought of him.

Getting out of the shower you hear a knock at the door, throwing on your robe You go to open the door Revealing Simon standing on your porch, mask in hand. now you could see his full face, He looked slightly older now, which only made him more attractive. His sleeves rolled up exposing his tattoos “Did you follow me?” you questioned a bit concerned “no, I searched you up” he replies plainly. “I don’t know which one is scarier” you go to close the door, and he stops you keeping it open with his arm. “Let me talk, I need you bad y/n I can't-”

“-you're drunk Simon, go home”

You try to close the door again, and Before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours. You folded instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. He tasted like whiskey, you couldn't help but want more. Kicking the door closed with his foot he grunts out a “Jump” you do as he says wrapping his legs around his waist. “Left!” you shout as he walked down the hallway towards your room. Plopping you down on the bed, your robe opened in the process exposing your breast.

“Are you trying to kill me” he quickly throws off his shirt before his lips connected with yours again. He starts leaving kisses down your torso, completely untying your rob in the process, Kissing lower and lower until he reached your inner thigh “God I have missed You” he sighs looking up at you with Lust filled eyes.

You grab his shoulder, guiding him back to your mouth. “I need you” you whisper tugging at his belt “Fuck” he responded unbuckling his belt, throwing his pants and underwear to the floor. At the sight of the man completely naked in front of you You slip your hand between your legs, slicking your wetness back and forth between your folds. Getting off the bed, you kneel in front of him, Simon gives you a weird look, and you smile.

Grabbing his shaft in your hand, you pump it a couple of times before spitting on your hand and spreading down his dick. You give him a couple small kitten licks before opening  your mouth and taking him all the way in. Simon lets out a low groans as you being establishing a pace. Using your tongue on the underside of his dick In the process. His hand enters your hair, pushing your head down, shoving himself deeper inside your mouth. You pull back for a breath, creating a popping sound. “Take it” he groans out, guiding your head back.

You oblige, sucking harder and faster than before, Simon's thrust become more sporadic before he pulls himself out of your mouth. “I need to cum inside you” with that you stand up laying back on the bed, Simon’s on top of you in seconds pushing back your leg to keep it out of the way. Lining himself up with your entrance and wiping himself through your folds before slowly pushing himself inside.

“FUCKK” he grunts, entering you completely, You let out a string of inconsistent moans as Simon slowly rocked back and forth in hopes of helping you readjust to his size. “God you hug me so fucking tight” he groans, slowly pulling out before plugging back in. “Faster” you cry before burying your face in a nearby pillow. Simon grabs your right leg, throwing it over his shoulder in hopes of a deeper angle. “I'll never leave this again” he groans out while thrusting. You desperately scratch at his back from the overflow of pleasure. Simon slides his free hand between the two of you, rubbing Circles on your clit. “Fuck I'm going to cum” you moan desperately clawing at his back. “I can feel it” he groans, “cum for me” after a couple of thrust you’re cuming around him. Simon quickly follows suit before collapsing next to you.

Everything thing feels right as you listen to his labored breaths. After a minute or two you turn to a now sleeping Simon, you just watch as his sweat covered chest rises and falls, The sweat only emphasizing his abs. You slowly run your hand over his chest, enjoy the feel of his skin under yours. “I love you” you hear a quiet voice say from above you. Looking up, you see Simon watching you with lovingly tired eyes. “You’re just drunk” you say laying your head on his chest listening to his heart, “I’m not leaving you again”

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with Simon Riley (Part 2):

Having a giggle/chuckle fest almost every time you are intimate. It first happened at the beginning of your relationship when you would giggle every time you two kissed. It opened the floodgates, had let that nervous energy out, and Simon was right there chuckling with you. ("Heh—aw, fuck me.")

Swearing up and down that you're gonna fuck each other's brains out but as soon as you hit the bed, you and Simon are out like a light. The last time this happened, he was supposed to go down on you, but the next thing you know, you woke up to him fast asleep with his head on your stomach.

Kissing the bridge of his crooked nose and Simon turning into putty every time. Hell, kissing any and every dent, bruise, and scar, and making your man melt.

A nice round of horizontal tango turning into a cuddle session after you comforted Simon through a charley horse. Poor baby.

Initially making the telly watch you two make sex but turns out whatever you're watching was pretty decent after all so you guys are back to watching the telly again.

Getting hot and heavy one time but you were so intrigued with the mole you discovered on Simon's inner thigh that you spent the next half-hour or so trying to find other moles on his body.

Telling Simon that you "always wanted to do this" and when you get him hot, bothered, and hard, it turns out what you always wanted to do was measure him. His disappointment was immeasurable... even if he was interested to know the number.

Twinning in some way, shape, or fashion whenever you're out together.

Talking mad shit about his snoring but let him tell it, he doesn't say shit when you take up about 80% of the bed, covers, and sleep under him.

Speaking of talking shit, having disagreements like every couple does and when you go to bed, you're angrily cuddling each other. And yes, Simon still wants your kisses in the morning, even if you two are still mad at each other. Simon doesn't give a shit, you're still gonna love on him, dammit. And him on you.

Being mad with Simon when he arrived too late to get the creepy crawler that was harassing you. Harassing you by doing what it does best: be a creepy crawler. Simon tells you you'll have to conquer your fear one day. You tell him to conquer the couch tonight lmao.

Agreeing to disagree about the superior ice cream flavor in the house. It's too bad there's not any of his favorite ice cream in the freezer. There's some of yours, though. Why? You didn't get any because it was so superior that you wouldn't "dare sully it with your hands". Cue the judgemental stare and him eating YOUR ice cream afterward. Rude.

Scaring the ever-living shit out of Simon on the rare occasions he gets to sleep in. He woke up to you sitting up in bed with his mask and paint on. Oh, and he calls bullshit. He did not nearly fall out the bed. Nor did he jump. Okay, Simon.

Chilling and drinking with Simon. Finding out he gets hot and sweaty pretty easily and off comes his clothes. Waking up hungover the next morning and you're the big spoon to a naked and equally hungover Simon. Choosing to do fuck all but sleep it off that day.

Playfully calling or referring to him as the Missus, especially in front of your co-workers. When they finally meet Simon and ask him who he is, he replies in pure deadpan Ghost fashion: "The Missus".

[dreamgothgirl]

Tensions: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! POC Reader Part 1

AN: Holy shit I really didn’t expect my first Ghost fic to blow up 🥹 thank y’all so much!! 🙏 Reader isn’t a specific race, but I wanted to make this fic POC friendly since I dont see them very much and don’t want anyone to feel left out! this is part one to a two part fic, this is more for story building and sexual tension that translates to both Ghost and the reader to be a mix of aggressive and awkwardly nice to each other lmao. I hope you like it! The next to be published will be a smut fic so do not worry!! Adios, cochinos y cochinas -w- 💕

Warnings: harsh language, sexual tension, and Soap being that friend that teases you for having a crush

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Simon watched the sun brighten up your irises, allowing him to fully take in its color. The golden hour sunlight that illuminated your face was enough to take knock the wind out of his chest for a moment. The briefest moment. Like taking a glance at a genuine Van Gogh; he wanted to stare longer, but he wasn’t going to let any of the team have any fuel to fire him up with later on.

You, on the other hand, were staring at the vast, dry land surrounding you as the sun began to set. You raised your brow a bit as you heard Soap chuckle, “A journalist, aye?”

You gave a small smile, turning your attention to the Scott sitting across from you right next to his large, stoic partner, “Yes. But with my mother being a veteran and my father being overprotective, I’ve got decent enough skills to defend myself. With and without fists.”

Soap smirked, “Your folks were right to prepare you with such skills, lass. If I ever had a daughter as beautiful as yourself, I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.”

Ghost took note of the small muscle twitch in your face. Flattery. He wasn’t the best with compliments, especially towards a woman, so he chose another route. “I’m guessing that’s why Price trusts you with that then,” he asked while nodding at the large AR strapped to your back.

Your eyes widened a bit at his question. Not because it was a dumb question, far from it, but because you hadn’t heard his voice so clear the entire mission. Today was spent with Price and Alejandro as they watched your back while you gathered info from Hassan’s men at a brief luncheon put together purely for public appearances. The only time you ever heard Ghost’s gravely voice was through your ear piece which, for you, was only able to communicate with your team and not Ghost himself.

You pushed the little flutter in your stomach to the back of your mind as you smiled more and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

‘He talked to me?!’

Soap chuckled, “You seem a bit too sweet for an environment like this one, aye lass? You’re writing an article on us or something?”

Before you could even open your mouth, Price quickly cut in from the drivers seat, “Ah ah, don’t answer that, Y/N. Sorry, boys, that’s confidential information. All I can tell you is that their material has no connections to Graves, and Y/N was approved by Laswell herself. All you need to know is to protect and treat her like you would any other soldier….maybe be a bit more emphasis on protective though.”

Almost everyone on the truck let out groans and scoffs of protest and annoyance at not being allowed to know anything, earning a chuckle from you, “I’ll answer your first question if you want. You might be right about being too sweet, but I promise I know there’s a time and a place. I’ll take down whoever I need to just like the rest of you. If it means doing what’s right then I will gladly do so by any means. That’s why I’m a journalist with the military.”

Under the mask, Ghost gave a small smirk; amused at the class used to shut down Soap’s comment. Sure, he liked looking at pretty people, but when they were smart like you? It made him feel something a little more than a simple physical appeal. Now, he definitely wanted to know more. Even if it was just your favorite color.

Alejandro laughed next to you and nudged your arm, “She’s got bigger balls than you, hermano! You should’ve seen how she took down a guard that was following her. Pendejo got exactly what he deserved after messing with La Demonia.”

Ghost let out a huff through his nose, “Demon? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him and smirked, “And I’ll believe you deserve the title Lieutenant when I see you in action.”

A mix of laughter and oohs filled the truck as it approached closer to the safe house. Ghost glared a bit, “Real mature. We’ll see who’s top cock soon enough, book worm.”

Soap snickered, “Cock..”

You rolled your eyes while Ghost gave another quick glare, “That’ll do, Sargent.”

“Yes, sir.”

8:20 PM

Gentle hums came to a close as you yawned and stretched out as much as you could at your desk. You bit the tip of your thumb as you read over the information that’d just been freshly edited before crossing your arms and nodding, “Nice. They can just add whatever else they need if they want.” Satisfied, you walked over to the shower, allowing your muscles to relax under the luke warm water while you thought of that brooding shadow in the corner of that truck from today.

Your brow furrowed, ‘Tch. Bookworm? And he’s mocking my maturity? Fuck off.’

The suds of your shampoo ran over your eyelids as you gave a close eyed glare to the ceiling. You’d just met him but you already had such mixed feelings. Did you really hurt his ego over something he started? Is he that fragile? Or was what you said truly hurtful? You washed your face like you wish you could wash that whole experience out of your memory.

‘Great….ugh I totally fucked up my chances to be on his good side or anything else with him.’

A hot stinging sensation ran through your body as you tried to scrub away the embarrassment and ‘shame’.

‘No, whatever. I don’t need him. It’s better we have that distance. That way when he finally kicks the bucket I can get more shit done. At least I get to go home alive.’

You stopped and winced at your feet in disgust. Your stomach twisted at the feel of your heart dropping a bit, “That was low, Y/N….god, what the fuck is wrong with me.”

The intensity of adrenaline fueled frustration and ego deflation on your part made you lower than you assumed him to have been. Your unnecessary harshness had gotten the better of you and you were glad that you didn’t utter a word of your empty insult. However, it simply irked you even more than you had no clue why you were so frustrated.

Being a journalist meant you had to have thick skin. Being apart of the military made that an even harsher fact; maybe even more so when it came to emotions. You’d never had this problem before. After all the racial slurs and issues, religious righteousness protests and massacres, misogynistic, and god only knows anything else under the sun that you’ve heard and written about….this bothered you to this extent? There was no way.

Running one last rinse over your face, you deeply inhaled and sighed, ‘Don’t jump so fast to conclusions…it was just some friendly competition. You’re overthinking it….I hope. I hope he’ll still let me interview him….HEY!”

Simultaneously

8:20 PM

Ghost stood tall and alert on the second floor’s living room balcony. His rifle rested on his shoulder, at his side while he replayed the interaction between the two of you with his arms crossed. Being the Lieutenant, of course he already knew what you were here for. You were here to document the betrayal of Graves and the partnership between Graves and Sin Nombre and formally report the progress of the teams missions after separating from Graves.

Price was going to tell the team your purpose until Laswell preferred to render the team innocent of their knowledge of you. “Who knows what they’ve already said about us to the other ranks,” she said. Ghost agreed with her idea by saying he’d rather be the one to go down if he was ever interrogated before anyone else, as did Price. That’s how they were going to keep it until Laswell said otherwise. So here he was, right above your room keeping an eye on the area in the shadows while Soap guarded the other side of the building.

“Lt. how copy.”

Ghost shifted his weight as he responded, “Copy. What is it Johnny? See something?”

“We’re all clear on the East and South side. I doubt we’ll see anyone for a while.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Right…Look, I’m not asking to know more, but-“

“You heard Price. Anything about that woman’s line of work is confidential, Johnny.”

Soap chuckled a little, “I know, but I was going to ask if you know what she’s here for.”

“I don’t know why. An article maybe.”

“Looked like you had cute enough banter.”

Ghost glared ahead, “Easy, Sargent.

“Not interested in her like that, I see? She’s cute enough, yeah?”

The Lieutenant stayed silent as he remembered the way your lips rubbed your lip balm on themselves before slightly parting and shining in that golden orange light. If you had an actual rank, a relationship might get the two of you in trouble. But in this circumstance, although not out of the question, he wasn’t going to let himself get so close to someone he’d barely known. He’d never admit it, but it he did have an interest in you. Even if it came off weird or aggressive.

“…Keep an eye on the perimeter, Mactavish. One more hour till the switch.”

Soap chuckled, “Yes, sir.”

As Ghost released his response button, he heard your voice below the balcony floor, “Hey, Lieutenant Ghost! Can I meet you up there? I have a quick question!”

‘Bloody fuckin hell, what does she want. Hm. Take it easy, maybe.’

Before he could even give you a response, he hear your feet quickly running out and up the stairs. As you approached him from the bedroom door behind him, he didn’t bother to spare you a second glance, “Keep your voice down. Is Captain Price not around to answer your question?”

You noted the hint of annoyance in his voice and tried your best not to bark back and shook your head with a smile, “I was wondering if I could get a few words from you? I want to get some scrap material in case I ever get permission to go public with this. Obviously it’s not up to me, but you know what I mean.”

Ghost stared ahead with dull, deadened eyes,“No. I don’t.”

An irritated, slow sigh left your nose. His large body in the balcony doorway, made the moonlight split. He looked like a phantom king with a cape made of souls he’d taken in his life; casting your body in shadow. It swallowed you whole just like the intimidatingly prideful aura he oozed when you first met him. It made you feel small and stupid. Almost like he was making fun of you. Is that what he wanted?

You bit the inside of your lip and tried, “Can I ask you some questions?”

Ghost noticed how tense he was and just how shallow he was breathing once you spoke again. He turned around, his voice harsh and hard as stone, “No.”

Though it wasn’t an unusual response, you still felt like you’d been punched in the gut. Attempting to remain as composed as possible, you nodded and made your way to the door, “I understand. I apologize for distracting you. See you in the morning.”

Before you were completely out, he turned and quickly spoke, “Oi.”

The embarrassment burned your face at the speed of which you turned back around, “Yeah?”

The world was swallowing you whole once again as Ghost walked over to you and checked his watch before nodding, “We’ll talk in 55. Think you’ll still be up by then?”

‘I hate you, Simon Riley.’

You were trying so fucking hard not to grin and giggle like a lovesick teen at his approval, “Definitely. I’ll try to interview whoever’s available while I wait for you.”

Ghost nodded, “Alright then;” in an attempt to ease the tension equal to waiting for a bomb to set off…he harshly patted your back the way you would a dog. Unfortunately, it was too hard as you involuntarily grunted and stumbled forward a bit.

Unsure of what else to do, the man stared at you before slowly going back to the balcony, “…See you later, Ghost.”

“Yep.”

‘I hate you Y/N L/N.’

While the two of you separately calmed down from the suffocating claustrophobia of being around each other, you glared at your feet from the warmth between your legs, ‘Fucker. You’re gonna drive me crazy.’

Ghost looked around, quickly trying to divert his attention away from the unfamiliar feelings in his chest and the tightness in his pants back to being on guard. ‘Damn, bookworm. Having you on this team was a bloody fucking mistake.’

The Lieutenant stared in the distance as he radioed, “Johnny, how copy.”

A coyote howled in the distance.

“Ghost, how copy. Movement detected?”

“No. All clear. But I made a mistake.”

“Er…come again? You made a mistake?”

“Yeah. I talked to Y/N.”

Soap let out a heavy sigh and Ghost could mentally see the way his comrade was rubbing the space between his brows, “Christ…and? Does she hate you now?”

Ghost leaned against the wall with his free arm resting on his gun, “Can’t say…but I liked talking to her.”

Soap’s eyes widened and he began to beam for his stoic friend, “Alright, Lt! I guess you do have a way with words.”

The large masked man dryly scoffed, “Not in the slightest. That’s my only skill I’m lacking in. But that’s the problem. She’s too charming. We should keep a close eye on her.”

Soap chuckled, “Sounds like your overreacting, Lt. The lass is soft as a wee feather.”

“Hm. More incentive to watch our backs, wouldn’t you think? Look at who just betrayed us, after all.”

A bit defeated, Soap hummed, “Good point. I won’t worry too much quite yet, but I got your back, Lt.”

Ghost’s ears perked up when he heard your voice through the radio, “Good evening, Sargent Mactavish! Do you have a moment?”

“Have a fun interview.”

Soap chuckled, “It’ll be better than yours, that’s for sure. Soap out.”

Your voice rang in Ghost’s ears. The absence of warmth in his arms and loss of your scent aggravated him out of confusion and frustration. You were a distraction. One he didn’t mind having around. But you made him feel things he’s never felt before. Being a man of tactic and strategy, he was used to knowing his opponents moves before they even executed them. And then you spoke to him. He knew you meant no harm, he knew it. But what the hell were these feelings? Anxiety? Fear? Annoyance? Was it hatred or something else? If it was then why was his body having these reactions?

He didn’t know. And if there’s one thing Ghost hates more than anything, it’s not knowing how to approach a target.

That never lasted long though.

‘You’ll be the last mistake I ever make.’

Deep in his mind, something lurked. Made his heart ache and race all at once.

‘If you even are one…’

[rottingflowrs]

Might fuck around and do a desi!reader X 141 ​cause where are the southasain!reader fics here ???? I AM FAMISHED. I NEED A CRUB OF DESI!READER.JUST A CRUMB

[thoughtsandbones]

Beneath the stars, wonder consumes us

Simon "Ghost" RIley x South Asian Reader F!Medic

Part 2 of Between your hands, I open

Warning: Fluff, profanity, slight angst, established relationship (ish), period mention.

Inspiration: I got high under the beautiful night sky looking at the stars and got lonely. So here I am writing this at 1am...

The Task Force 141 had just come back from a long mission in the jungle, location classified. But you could tell it was the jungle from the damp rain that soaked Soap's once green jacket to now almost black and the mud and leaves that covered both Ghost and Soap's shoes. He was picking green leaves off various parts of his gear and discarding them to the side. Ghost narrowed his eyes at Soap and gazed at you standing by the window of the infirmary, eyes focused on your clipboard and scribbling away.

Looking up briefly from your clipboard you frown as the pile of leaves and dirt grew on the side of the bed next to Soap.

"Souvenir from the op?" You ask Soap who looks up, eyes widening suddenly realising he was being observed.

"Clear it up Johnny" Ghost gruffed as he got up from the med bed adjacent, stretching his arms and groaning as he picked and checked his gear he took off before being treated.

Soap gathered the remnants of the jungle in his hands and discarded them in the bin.

"Sorry Y/N, bit of out it still" He mumbled, collecting his gear and getting ready to leave after being treated

"Remember to take your pills before you go to sleep, if there are any issues, page me" You say "Don't get the bandage wet" You add, running through the mental checklist of what else they need to be aware of.

"Aye, we know, thanks Y/N, you've been great" Soap says smiling at you, and then glances over to Ghost who was leaning on the med bed looking at you as you continued to scribble away, flicking away a piece of your long brown hair that fell across your face.

"You comin' Lt?" Soap asks

Ghost looks over at Soap "In a bit, got somethin' to do first"

Soap gives a mischievous glance over to you and then back at the Lieutenant. Of course he'd want some privacy after the chaos of the mission ended... he thought. Soap says his goodbyes and left the infirmary.

"Was beginnin' to think he wouldn't leave" Ghost groaned moving over to you. You put the clipboard down and smile at Ghost.

It has been a long 3 months apart. You were glad he was safe and back, bruised and tired, but back here in your vicinity. Without thinking you swiftly moved over to him, wrapping your arms across his waist, squeezing tight, taking an inhale. The stale cigarettes and damp rain filled your senses. You closed your eyes and took in his scent and warmth. Ghost wrapped his arms around you.

He didn't care that he was still damp. He didn't care that his feet ached and knees were about to give. He was just glad to be back with you.

"Missed you" You whisper, pulling back and looking at Ghost -no, Simon. You gazed into his blue eyes, the black paint staining his skin. You looked beyond the skull mask, beyond the barrier he put up, beyond this exterior is the man you love.

"Missed you more love" You said pulling you in closer, with his right hand he lifted the edge of his mask revealing his messy blonde beard and chapped lips.

Without hesitation he pulled you in and kissed you, his dry lips being brought back to life with your soft lips. The familiar taste of cherry soaked his mouth.

"Nice beard Si" You laughed pulling back as the roughness of his unfamiliar beard tickled your skin.

"Need a shave" He said, pulling the mask down, his left hand holding yours as he grabbed his gear and swung it over his shoulder.

"Think you should keep it" You grin at him. He turns to look at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Alrigh' let's get goin'" He said pulling you towards the door, you followed his lead as he led you to his room, still holding your hand, not wanting to let go.

As he unlocked the door, Ghost let you in first, you took in his room, plain and neat. Ghost moved over to turn the bedside table lamp on. The succulent you got him last year was by the window and the little donut you crocheted him sat on his bedside table were the only personal items in view.

Taking off your white coat, you place it on one of the empty hooks next to the door and watched as Ghost took off his boots and fatigues, placing his gear in their allocated drawers hanging his vest up. Unloading his knives and placing one by the bedside table. You continued to watch his he stripped down to his black boxers, his skull mask remaining on. He turned to you.

"Knew you was watchin'" He huffed moving closer to you.

"I like watching you" You smile back reaching towards his face, cupping it between your hands. "Can I?" You ask as your fingers trail down the edge of the fabric of his skull-plated mask.

"'Course love" He said, pulling you close to him, wrapping his thick arms around your waist, his hands resting on your bum.

You lift up the mask and reveal Simon. Simon Riley, his tired blue eyes glistened brightly as you traced your fingers over his lips before reaching up to kiss them.

Simon groaned as your fingers ran through his overgrown blonde hair, twirling the hands through your fingers as he kissed you harder. You pulled away and stroked his cheek. Simon looked a bit confused

"Listen, I'm on my period..." You begin

"That's okay love, I'm just glad to be here with you" Ghost said kissing your forehead before hugging you again.

"Need a shower" He says "Smell like Soap" He chuckled slightly. He gave another kiss on your forehead before heading off to the shower. You hear the rattling of the pipes as the shower is turned on.

Heading to the window, gazing at the night sky. It was clear, no clouds in sight. In the distance, you could see the stars. Leaning on the window sill, you ponder at the night sky.

How small we all are in relation to the universe... You think. In another life you think of the possibilities of what you and Simon could be doing.

Would you two be together? You wonder, both coming from different walks of life, you become lost in the thought if you would ever meet Simon had you both not joined the military. Would he even look at you if you were just some woman on the street? What would his life be like if those things that happened, didn't? What if..?

"What if? What if..." You mumble and let out a sigh and move from the window sill to his bed, sitting on the edge. Losing yourself to your thoughts.

Simon let the last of the hot water run over his hair and down his back before turning off the tap and stepping out. Steam filled the bathroom and fogged up his tiny mirror.

He gazed at the shadowy blank figure staring back at him. The black paint gone, just a little remnant that was lodged under his eyes, that looked like eyeliner. Taking a towel, he rubbed it over his body, bruises had covered his lower abdomen and adorned his thighs. The hot shower and pain medication and helped alleviate the majority of the pain yet the was still an ache that lingered under his skin. Simon took one last look of himself, he followed the condensation running down the mirror and looked at his gruff beard. 3 months of growth under his mask he didn't recognise himself. Running his hands over his beard and down his neck, he decided for this moment, he'd forego shaving and keep the beard.

Simon opened the door and entered his room. He saw you sat on his bed, gazing out the window, you turned to look him. He walked over to you and kissed you on your forehead.

"Night sky looked clear when we came back" Simon said, resting his chin on your shoulder. You turn your head to him and smile slightly

"Show me the stars love" He whispered, looking up at you.

"You're so doting suddenly" You say

"3 months has been long time" He said

"You not tired?"

"A bit"

"Want to sleep?" You ask

"Let's go out for a bit, fresh air?" Simon asked kissing your shoulder again.

You smile at him and nod. Both getting up, Simon changed in his black jeans and hoodie, and slides a black jacket on. He passes one his old jackets and hoodies to you, knowing how much you longed to wear his clothes. Simon gave one final kiss before putting on a clean skull balaclava on, skipping the black eye make-up this evening. Ghost grabbed a thin blanket from the bottom of his drawer and tucker it under his arm.

As you both walked out, the cold air struck your skin. Ghost went up to the guard on the lookout and told him that he'd be with you down by the woods, no training tonight, just spending time with his loved one (But he didn't tell the guard that part). Both you and Ghost walked over the edge of base that had a little wooded area. Taking the blanket out from his arm, Ghost laid it down on the grass and sat down elbows resting on his knees, as you joined him, he laid down and pulled you close to him.

"Wow it really is a clear night" You say in awe of the clear dark blue skies as the stars were sprinkled across.

"Yeah, knew you would love it" Ghost said looking across at you.

You look back at him, his eyes twinkling in the night sky. Resting your head on his shoulder, Ghost moved his head so it rested on yours slightly.

"Can you see that bright star up there" You said pointing up at the night sky to a very bright star

"Blue-ish one?" Ghost asked

"Yeah, that's Vega, 2.5 times bigger than our Sun"

"Is it a part of a constellation?" He asked, fascinated about your knowledge of stars, space and other things he would never have thought would be interesting.

"Part of Lyra, yeah" You respond

"Hmm. It is pretty"

The crickets were chirping in the bushes surrounding the both of you, the wind rustling the leaves on the trees. It was a beautiful night.

But you couldn't help but wonder back to the thoughts that took over your mind back in Simon's room. What if you hadn't met?

What if something bad happens on a mission? What if he doesn't come back again? No more moments like this.

"You alrigh' love?" Ghost asked

"Hmm? Yeah, just thinking" You say still gazing at the stars

"What you thinkin' about?" He asked

"Just... nothing, it's silly" You say shaking your head.

Ghost rolled over slightly and turned so his face was directly above yours, blocking your view of the stars above. Ghost lifted his mask, pushing it to his forehead. Simon was revealed, and the moonlight bathed his beautiful pale skin, his blue eyes brighter looking at yours

"Tell me love" He said, eyes now focused on your mouth and then back to your eyes.. He could tell there was something off.

"Thinking about.. what if... We never met?" You say quietly, looking away from him.

Simon sighed, with his right hand he held your chin and moved your face gently so you were face to face again.

"I would be missing out on so much" He said, before placing a kiss on your lips "No point in worrying about what ifs, I am here with you, a beautiful and fuckin' smart woman" He says grinning placing another kiss on your lips.

"Sometimes I get into my head a bit too much" You laugh

Simon gazed at you, the moonlight soaking your brown skin, he kissed your cheek before rolling onto his back, this time holding your hand and bringing it to his chest.

"I've been through and seen a lot of shit" He started "Not once did I think I could ever find someone who would make me feel..." Simon started

You look over to him, now it was his turn to contemplate, you turn and rest your head on his chest, with his left hand he cradled your skull, his fingers running through your hair.

"This" He finished

It was small and rare moments like this that made him feel human and connected. After El Gordo, his family's death and too much betrayal, he thought he would never have true companionship. Most women who saw him were only interested in a quick rough fuck, that often left him empty inside. He had nightmares of doing terrible things to women. He blamed El Gordo for those thoughts and nightmares.

But then you came along, slowly breaking down the barriers. You had your own shit too, Price stated you were a real fireball when it came to treating soldiers, not taking any of their bullshit. It was one of the first things he noticed about you.

You slowly crept in through the barriers he put up. At first he thought it was just sex, but then it grew to something more than that. The more time you spent together, the more he longed for an actual relationship. Someone to hold in the cold darkness of the night. Someone like you.

"This does feel good" You say, breaking the silence, wrapping you right hand around his waist, squeezing him slightly.

"Y/N..." Simon whispered

"Yes Si" You say

"Thanks.. for this" He said "I care a lot about you"

You smile into his chest, you felt Simon's steady heartbeat quickened slightly.

"Me too.." you whisper "I really like you, I think you're a great man too" You say looking up at him smiling before resting your head back on his chest.

Simon smiled back down and kissed your forehead, his fingers scratching the nape of your neck.

Looking back up in the night sky, he looked at Vega, and the surrounding stars. In this moment he felt so small against the immensity of the universe. As he looked around he saw a bright light shoot quickly across the sky; a shooting star.

Simon was in awe of what he saw. A rarity to see a shooting star, but he saw it. He took it as his chance to the word he struggled with most, but he knew he felt it the most with you.

"I love you Y/N" He whispered gently, squeezing you tighter

You smile again into his chest, getting up slightly, you smile and place a hand on Simon's cheek. Tears began to fill your eyes. It was hard for him to say that.

"I love you too" You say, a tear ran down your cheek and was quickly wiped away by Simon's thumb before he pulled you in again for a kiss.

The stars looked down at the two of you as you were caught in an embrace. The two lovers cuddled up with one another as they continued to wonder at the night sky, away from the chaos of their lives. They let the stars consume them, as did their love for eachother.

[guineapigzwei]

I'm bored and I haven't really posted for my COD Poc..so these are just random thoughts and scenarios in my head rn.....idk maybe headcanons...my brain at workin vare woth me....maybe I'll sleep after this.

Wolf likes to steal hoodies mostly Ghost's, much to his dismay (he lowkey loves it❤️). It started after ghost left one of his hoodies in the washer, and Wolf rewashed it with her oversized hoodie. Didn't really notice til she wore it. With ghost being 6'3 or 6'4 (idk how tall he is) and her being 5'2 its like a freaking blanket. She has stolen everyone's hoodies, but prefers Ghost's because it's the most comfy.

Wolf once dared Soap to eat a spoonful of wasabi, he died, no really (no seriously they almost planned him a funeral) he dropped on the floor flailing and drank and entire milk cartoon while running his head under a faucet. He's now terrified of wasabi.

Ghost and Wolf bound over they're childhood drama.

Wolf: I hate my dad

Ghost: Me to

Wolf: And my mom

Ghost: Can't relate

Wolf: K bye

Ghost:.......

.......sorta

Gaz, Soap, and Wolf know every Disney song.

Ghost took a video of them singing "Let it Go". Sent it to Price.

Price sent it to Kate. The three of them don't know the video exists.

Wolf talks about weird shit in her sleep. She once told Price in her sleep that Soap blew up something on base.

Soap had to run for hours.

Gaz and Wolf do tik tok dances and are very good at it.

Price once shaved his muttonchops(idk the style..don't come for me) and Wolf and Gaz cried...Soap didn't know who he was and Ghost....Ghost.exe has stopped workin.

Wolf has Adhd and dyslexia....it has kicked her ass on missions...thankfully nothing to serious happened.....aside from them almost being blown to bits....like I said nothing serious.

Wolf sings in the shower.....that's all I got...night...