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[gatorlovebot]

I was going through your 🐶 anon tag. Lemme just say I love you and this anon so much!!!💜💜 your brains are so wrinkly. I’m kissing you both on the forehead!!!!!! Puppy Simon makes me fucking scream. I want to take care of him so bad😩😭😭🥺wanna give him hugs and scratches wanna tell him what a pretty boy he is and how much I love him wanna look down and see his big brown eyes looking back at me while I hold him!!!!! AHHHHH I’m literally screaming crying throwing up at the thought of taking care of him. WAIT I just thought about him being needy like he’s been on a long mission and after coming home and taking a shower he just lays sorta on top of you and just whines until you give him pets 😵‍💫😵‍💫

ahh i'm so glad you like our puppy simon thoughts!! sometimes i picture that anon and myself in our own little puppy simon bubble but it feels so good to know other people enjoy it just as much as we do. puppy simon really is everything to me, i think taking care of him would be able to fix me lol. but yes he gets so needy after missions!

i like to imagine him coming home from missions during the night because it just works better for plots lol but he wills himself enough to shower and do some other miscellaneous hygiene things, his skin vibrating the whole time and his brain is getting quieter and quieter. he finally allows himself to be done with his rushed nighttime routine before sinking down into bed. you startle awake, you knew he would be coming home, just not when exactly. but this wasn't an uncommon occurrence, simon coming home after dark and making a home for himself snuggled against your chest.

your eyes adjust to the darkness of our bedroom and you can see his eyes boring into your's, begging for attention. your arms wind around his big, bulky body as you ruffle his hair, cradling his face against your chest, relieved to have him back with you. he whines in relief at the physical affection, having gone weeks without your touch.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley (Ghostie)

Thank my baby godson for this one, if it hadn't been for him having me take care of him for the whole day then I wouldn't have anything to write because as of now I have no motivation or ideas to continue my past wips. Render credits are all to the lovely @ave661 who keeps feeding us. My little godson still sleeping on my chest, drool, snore and all as I'm writing this. I can't move, please send help. This is so short too, sorry to disappoint you guys 😭

Y'all CANNOT tell me I'm the only one who thinks of Simon "Ghost" Riley having baby fever from his own children (I would give him more, all he needs to do is ask 😭). Also these are basically moments of Simon with Ghostie, just a bit more general in terms of the baby's gender since some of y'all want boy!dad Simon but originally Ghostie is a girl.

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❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who loves to toss the baby up in the air, simply just for amusement and both of them needed entertainment. Safe to say Soap never did that until the little one was a lot older because when he did it, he ended up with a glob of drool on his face.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who is always so vocal with his baby, you could just tell the influence of him talking to the baby. Just the rumble of his voice sends the tiny one into a fit of giggles while they're on his chest.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who was influenced by you to do that viral thing on the internet, people throwing a slice of cheese on their crying baby to make them stop. It worked and they ate it.. now he keeps the fridge stocked with sliced cheese for that reason.

❥ Babyfever!Husband!Simon who was determined to assemble everything, baby's crib, the car seat.. though the bottle sterilizer was something he needed your help with. Both of you trying to figure where the missing piece went only to find your little one chewing on it.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who comes home late at night yet his little one follows him like a mother duck, as much as he wants to, Simon refused to have contact until he's out and squeaky clean from a shower. Always worrying about how they might catch something from outside while the little one is directly outside the bathroom door waiting for their dad and peeking from the little space underneath the door, knocking every 3 minutes for dada to come out.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who has the time of his life teaching the baby CPR, it started as a joke between the 141 and now your baby knows the word and knows what to do in response to it, the bunny stuffie is the one receiving the medical attention with the little crisp giggle after Simon praises them.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who you find laughing his ass off at Soap who was forced by the puppy eyes of your little one to wear a pink tutu that was on the verge of breaking from his size, glittered fairy wings that were made of wire and horrid quality of pink mesh fabric, a plastic tiara and a light up fairy wand. They forced him to do ballet. (Gaz definitely had that as his phone's wallpaper for a month)

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who love cherishing little moments of how the world reminds him of how naive, dumb and gullible his little one could be. Having a leash kid yet for a completely different reason from misbehaving and being too hyperactive. Walking on a bridge with him over a river as a little family outing at the park when your little one pointed at the aggressive stream of water underneath, Simon jokingly asking them if they want to be tossed in and without a word they turn to you with their arms up and wiggling for uppies. When that didn't work they turned to their dad doing the same thing, making Simon chuckle so much that he almost coughed as they slowly let their arms drape back down to their sides, little pout in disappointment. You playfully glared at your husband, having to explain to a toddler why they can't swim in a strong stream of dirty water.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who is very much amused about how the baby likes his stuble, hoping he won't cause a rash to them because of how much they press their face into his. He makes sure it's extremely well kept after the very first time it happened 😭.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who loves seeing his toddler in their sleep shirt which is basically just his shirt drooping on the floor because it's too big for them but the they're chunky enough to keep it on themselves. Just thinking of Simon hearing the loud stomps of footsteps approving their bedroom, the short pause of silence before the frantic sound of the door knob jingling, he always knew who was about to enter the room. Holding their bunny stuffie while pulling on the blanket of their dad's side of the bed to ask him for help to climb up.

[frogchiro]

OK so I'm totally backpacking off of some other ask about ovulating y/n and octo!König, but hear me out.

Butcher-Slasher!Ghost has a very strong sense of smell and he picked up a small whiff of y/n ovulating as she's getting her monthly supply meat from his butcher shop. Home boy had to root himself to his spot or he would've jumped over the counter to breed y/n in the middle of his store in broad daylight at the busiest time of the week.

We all know Ghost only has two thoughts on his head and it's to breed y/n and to protect y/n. Ghost over here with 2 brain cells and both revolve around y/n 😂😂 Like a lost fucking puppy without y/n to hold his. hand.

And now we're getting to this baby ;; I was rereading this the whole day and I won't lie, my ovaries did a flip ;;

Butcher!Ghost who has a very keen nose and while he obviously knew and loved how you smell, so warm and soft, today you smelled...a little bit off. Obviously you didn't stink or anything! But,, somehow you smelled a little warmer, more sweet and cloying and Simon swears he almost jumped you right there in the middle of the day in his own shop with people present when he realized what it was- you were ovulating.

It was like a flip of a switch and suddenly every single primal instinct in him started basically roaring for him to take you, shove his thick lengthy cock inside you and empty his heavy pulsing balls deep inside you, his swollen red tip right against your precious cervix and making sure his seed sticks. And it would, it fucking surely would, especially now with your soft body basically screaming that you're ready to breed with him :((

Instead you just smiled at him all sweet and polite like you always do and asked him if he liked the cherry crumble cake you gifted him last week after he left you some particularly good cuts of meat and he, like always, replied in that gravely tone of his that of course it was good because it always is; you're an amazing cook and even better baker, his thoughts returning for a second back into his fantasies about you, all heavy and swollen with his offspring, in a pretty loose dress with an apron tied around your swollen waist as you bake a cake for him, the domesticity of it almost making him hard under his bloodied white apron.

And, like fucking always, you give him another sweet smile of yours before you bid him your goodbye and walk out of the shop to run further errands. Ohhh if you only knew what you do to him, especially in your current state. Later that night Simon was in his rickety old bed in the small apartment above his shop, jerking off like he was in heat, all growly and frustrated and angry :(( He thrusted his strong, broad hips upwards, chasing the feeling of his tightly closed fist, his potent thick sperm leaking out of his tip like a faucet, the remains of two orgasms were cooling on his hairy belly and chest and yet his balls were still heavy and aching, his thick cock pulsing with the need to be shoved inside your cunt but all he had was his fantasy of breeding you all night with a pillow shoved under your broad hips to ensure his seed would stick </3

[tojisun]

call of duty masterlist - 01

02 mlist; 03 mlist; series mlist

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❦︎ - nsfw

last updated: march 22, 2024

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- SIMON (GHOST) RILEY

sweet like cinnamon

right to heaven ❦︎

like a sugar rush ❦

in his favourite sundress

how he loves

little marks - suggestive

forehead kisses

cigarettes n kisses

like a sugar venom

teasin touches

just you and me - suggestive

cinnamon on my teeth

young and in love

liquid velvet on your tongue ❦

break me softly

glinting in the dark ❦

claim me softly and carnally ❦

lazy mornings

missin’ you

gon’ wife ‘er up ❦ - fan fave

she said what?

dirty talking and promises ❦

pull out- ❦

holiday special!!

coming back to you

cherry waves

the hottest

remember his hands - p link!! ❦

still your passenger

how he fucks ❦

anniversary of an uninteresting event

needy needy ❦

dark signs

distraction

strumming for you

marry me?

how it must be to date him (visuals)

giggles and love makin - suggestive ❦

his kinks ❦

cuteness and shyness

so drunk of you ❦

drag me under

his beautiful worship ❦

show him how desperate you can be ❦

open for a threesome ❦

tall people things

your ‘boyfriend’ [simon’s heart eyes]

caging you in ❦

jewelled eyes ❦

teaching you how to shotgun ❦

his jealousy burns

more than friends, less than lovers (but it’s getting there)

- JOHN PRICE

my precious wife ❦

pick up truck? pick up truck!

lap sittin n thigh humpin ❦

pretty puppy

leather and choking - p link!! ❦

tracing his hand

his loving touch

work song (hozier)

you love it like this ❦

- KONIG

my little sparkle - 01, 02 ❦

little prey ❦

sweaters and crushes

how he claims - p link!! ❦

he loves you like this - semi-dark

the silliest

- VALERIA GARZA

nothing to lose

her pretty little gf

trophy wife

doing her makeup

my wife

- JOHNNY (SOAP) MACTAVISH

a little louder ❦

wrapped in me

cherry pics plz ❦

- KEEGAN P RUSS

his princess ❦

all his ❦

- ALEJANDRO VARGAS

he's missed you

- KYLE (GAZ) GARRICK

the kind one ❦

- MULTI (COD)

the honest man - konig vs. simon (ghost) riley ❦︎

your little scarlet - simon (ghost) riley & john price ❦︎

took your life away - alejandro vargas vs. valeria garza

sharing is caring - tf 141 ❦

warming ‘em up - konig/(ghost) riley/(soap) mactavish ❦

sugar and cookies and crushes - price & soap

the cuckolding of simon - ghost/keegan

so wet for us - ghost/price ❦

his command - poly!141; price x reader x simon ❦

and when he leaves, it will feel like death - open character

- MULTI (OTHER)

slice of cherry pie - toji fushiguro/simon (ghost) riley

white lines pretty daddy - toji fushiguro/simon (ghost) riley ❦︎

tight bf shirts <3 - ghost/soap/gojo ❦

bundling him up in your warmth - ghost/toji/aizawa

sharing is caring - toji/ghost - suggestive ❦

how big? - ghost/toji ❦

how they taste - ghost/toji ❦

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 this is a completed masterlist (i reached 100 links LMAO) so pls refer to 02 & 03 mlists for the rest of oneshots and the series mlist for ongoing works ^v^ ୨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

[machveil]

okay pookies!! I’m in a writers slump so I’m going to pop off some mini blurbs with Instagram links<3 because the words are not being written correctly for my wips [cries]🎀✨

Simon “Ghost” Riley

playing with his cat

admittedly, Simon is up at odd hours from bouts of insomnia. it doesn’t really bother him when his cat is up too, sitting in bed and flipping him around. it’s cute, more so funny when he flips his cat off and gets pounced on, not taking it seriously - one of the rare times he’ll let chuckle and crack a smile to himself

John Price:

pranking Price by telling him your tampon is stuck

John comes as soon as you call for him - what he wasn’t expecting was you telling him your tampons stuck. but John’s smart, he sees your phone in his peripheral and doesn’t say anything about it. he knows your pranking him, if it wasn’t obvious from your phone recording him and the way you giggle, well, “I know you’re cycle, love.”

driving around to see Christmas lights

John loves his dog, just a sweetheart. one thing his dog loves is seeing Christmas lights - John doesn’t really know why, but he’s more than happy to drive around so his puppy can see them all. it makes him chuckle seeing their tail wag, heater keeping the car nice and warm as they drive down a couple blocks

John “Soap” MacTavish:

bear hugging Johnny

you didn’t really know what Johnny was doing, you just knew you wanted to hug him. it’s out of the blue, catches him off guard in a way that has him asking if you’re okay - and you are. he doesn’t waste time, moving to scoop you up, hold you close and goof around. he had been organizing your books, just a little surprise

asking Recruiter!Johnny questions

Johnny didn’t want to be stuck recruiting people, but he somehow got picked to do it. what he wasn’t expecting was your question, “Are you hot?”. he wants to sputter out, try to be slick - respond with a, “Well, you can come find out.”, but he stops himself. he knows he’ll be telling the 141 about this, chest puffed up and a lopsided smile as he brags

showing off for the neighbors

Johnny is springy and flexible, his ass can dance. if you catch him while he’s on a jog he’ll flag you down and start flipping around. he’s a show off, it goes to his head how the neighborhood moms watch him. his show is for you, but he won’t turn down the ego boost he gets from others eyeing him up

“you know where the matter daddy is?”

Johnny’s a menace when it comes to the 141, calling Gaz for ‘help’. he can barely get the opener out without laughing, hitting the punchline takes a hot minute. Gaz can hear him sputtering on the other side, little bursts of laughter leaving him. it’s amazing that Gaz falls for the joke at all, Johnny laughing harder as he grips his phone

König:

playing with his cat

does König talk to his pretty kitty in German? of course he does, and he’ll goof around with them too. his favorite thing is pretend dialing on his cat’s toe beans. he’ll pretend to meow for his cat and voice the person ‘on the line’. totally straight faced, he takes business calls with his kitty very seriously

parenting his cat

sometimes being a parent is having human children, other times it’s cradling your baby kitty in your shirt while you make lunch. König is the latter, and he’ll always say how easy it is to be a parent. “Ja, she is a little thing. Here, I have photos—”, he carries printed photos of her in his wallet to show off, his favorite is of her swaddled in bed with her favorite blankie

walking his cat

König likes getting out, it’s natural for him. it gets a little lonely sometimes though… and boy is excited when he learns cat harnesses exist. weather permitting, he enjoys going on walks with his cat. sure, his kitty might wander into a bush here and there, but König will get them out before trailing down the block

[minzis]

Because It Was You

Art Credits: Victoria by Fritz Schaper

•┈୨A Simon Riley One-Shot୧┈•

✦❘༻Summary: Stuck in a sense of saudade Simon finds himself unable to come to terms with the reality of you slowly falling out of love with him.

✦❘༻Tags: Pure angst <3 2.3k words.

✦❘༻Author’s Note: I listened to “Waiting Room” by Phoebe Bridgers while writing if you’d like to listen as well! I just aim to hurt people as much as possible because what is life without deliciously hurtful angst :3

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Ghost knew he wasn’t that good of a man, he always felt like you were just to good for him. A pretty face and a pretty voice, everything about you was beauty in its purest form for him. How he managed to have you in the first place alone was astounding, a miracle in his eyes. You were everything he was not, a sweetness so sweet it was like a daily sugar rush. Him not deserving you was the only thing that ever plagued his mind. How could a woman like you love a man like him?

The type of woman they put on the cover of vogue, the type to have poems written about and for them. So for a beauty to haven falling for the beast he did everything he could to make you happy. No matter what you asked he’d have it done because if it made you happy then it made him happy.

You called him having a bad day at work? That’s okay he’ll just bring you a handwritten card and the food you talked about craving last week! Your sick he’ll bring every medicine there possibly is excluding the one you said you didn’t like cause it made your head hurt. Even if it was late at night he’d make the drive because it was you.

You felt lonely while he was away, that’s fine he got you two little puppies. You named one Grim after the first time you met joking he looked like a Grim Reaper. He laughed over the phone when you rambled about names he said he didn’t like it but truly he liked whatever you did. If you liked blue he loved blue and if you hated red then he despised red. His world moved just to circle around you every day and night felt like it was for you.

He never bought you flowers he always got you plants because you said they lasted a lifetime like the one you planned to spend with him. Apartment cluttered to the point you might as well call it a Garden House. His shelf littered with little things you had given him. “It reminded me of you,” you’d say with the cutest smile he’d swear he had ever seen, it was humbling.

Picking you up from work in the rain or snow since the day you said you were often scared to drive in it yourself, if he couldn’t pick you up himself he’d send a driver. There were many times where he couldn’t always be there so he tried what he could do to make it feel less empty. Outings with friends using his card insisting it was nothing compared to the millions of things he’d do for you. Gentle messages awkwardly formed but enough to show he still cared despite being thousands of miles away.

He liked to think he noticed fairly early at least subconsciously but maybe he ignored it cause it might hurt less then. The look in your eyes faltering ever so slightly as you looked at him. Maybe he knew before you did in many ways more then one. What could he do? What had he done that was so wrong? Should he have looked at you more? Hadn’t he loved you enough?

If you still came home every night to him it was enough, it should’ve been enough but he couldn’t help but want more, crave more. He knew how selfish it was but he didn’t care because it was you. It always was you and always would be you. It killed him, truly killed him in ways he didn’t even realize. How could he ever love if it wasn’t you? He didn’t know how, you taught him how beautiful love could be and how destroying it could be.

You’d come home with a bright smile hug at him the same as you always did but it never felt the same. Not once he knew but maybe it was some childish fairy-tail his love was enough for both of you. They always warn you not to trust strangers or watch for cars before crossing the road. But they don’t teach you about the pretty girls with soft voices from the heavens as if to answer the prayers he made. They don’t teach you how to let them go and to stop loving.

He felt stupid for beating at what would be considered a dead horse, he couldn’t help but try though couldn’t he? He knew you’d never cheat that just not who you are. But he also knew you cared too much for him even if it meant sticking around when you didn’t want too. He knew you were just too good of a person to break his heart like that and he took advantage of it even though it felt horrible it didn’t feel as horrible as losing you.

But seeing the sullen look on you face everyday pained him more then he thought it would. He felt foolish and stupid like the times Johnny would rant about love and how he knew Simon would eventually find someone. He told him he never would, because who could ever love someone like him? He didn’t tell him the other half though seemed deeper then he wanted to go with him.

He tried to do more no matter what it costed him, if he could give you everything he would’ve without hesitation or a single doubt. More calls, more gifts, more affection words he had to choke up because he knew it was only to tape up his tattered heart. He knew every stitch in the book but how was he supposed to stitch up a breaking heart?

He’d take you on dates the day after he’d return from deployment almost like insurance it’d make you stay longer, love him longer. But it never seemed to do what it did before, yeah you laughed and smiled but did you mean it? Did you mean it when you said you loved him? He wasn’t sure anymore, he had always been good at reading people from a glance but he lost that power at times when he had to look at you. Then again he probably chose to unsee what he seen every time he dared to stare long enough in your eyes to realize he was losing you.

It wasn’t a future he had foreseen coming one, one he hadn’t planned an outcome for. He never wanted kids before but with you he felt like he could try, it felt like a life he could have. A version of life in where he was happy with what he had. He never truly had a plan for the chance you would leave him one day, under the belief his love could be enough. You had been together for over a year or two now so he let his guard down, he let himself be vulnerable for the first time in a very long time. It was very apparent the life he planned with you wasn’t going to happen since the first day you leaned back from his kiss.

Restless nights he spent out on deployment in fear when he came home you weren’t going to be there. A feeling that resonated deep in his bones that you were going to up and leave. He hated it all every second he felt helpless like the same child who was still scared of ghosts. It all caught up fairly quickly with his work, he was either ferociously vicious or barely stumbling through the day. It almost got him killed on more then one occasion.

He couldn’t ever bring himself to tell you whenever he got injured cause deep down he knew you’d just feel even more guilty then you already did. Sure you hadn’t done anything but you had done more by doing nothing. He was either getting more injuries or racking up an inhumane amount of kills. Kills that were unnecessary and downright cruel but he hadn’t cared when it was the only outlet he could find. He felt sick with himself spending hours at the sink scrubbing his hands before he dared to ever touch you with hands like his. The blood never came off though.

He sighed shaky hands wrapped around the edges of some shitty sink in another safe house he couldn’t remember the name of. Fingers clung at the edges of his mask tugging it off. He stared in the mirror for what felt like hours at a face he couldn’t recognize anymore. He was almost glad you fell for this face and not the horrid mask. The thin layer between who Simon and Ghost was, he already knew Ghost was unlovable but he had hopes for Simon.

He tried to be a better man with substance one deserving of your time and love. But you didn’t do that, you had loved both parts of him he tried so hard to separate. He began to hold the belief that every part of him he wrote off could possible be loved. Parts of him you called imperfectly beautiful because even if he had come home deeply stained in blood he was still good. And you made him feel that way for a longtime so the thoughts of losing that were never going to go over well.

Reckless and dangerous was what he had become while away. It scared the team the little regard he had show on multiple occasions after endangering his life like it meant nothing. Simon had always been careful purposely with each step he took so for him to make a mistake at all seemed alien almost. Despite his protest Price decided to dismiss him for a few months in hopes it would clear whatever he had going on.

He started at the door what felt like hours but before he could open the door himself the door swung open. “You’re home early,” your tone was angry causing him to stiffen under your sharpened gaze. He expected more but you just turned back further into the house leaving the door open for him. “Price called,” you stated eyeing him as he inched his way into the kitchen. His eyes softened seeing you turning back to the stove stirring the pan, his favorite meal. Despite your anger you still made him his favorite damn meal.

He really wanted you to stay.

“He said you almost died Simon,” you spoke softly and he hated how disappointed you sounded. He couldn’t bring himself to speak unable to find the words that would carry enough apologies. A loud silence filled the room as he remained still staring at your back. This was fine it was going to be fine.

“Simon baby I can’t keep doing this,” you spoke breaking the silence.

“I know love, I’m sorry,” his breathing hitched in between his words.

“You can’t keep saying sorry and still going out there recklessly,” you rebutted curtly. “I don’t know what I was thinking, hell I don’t even know if I was,” he answered with a softness.

“I love you I really do but I can’t keep living out of fear everyday because of your stupid decisions,” he nodded his head understandably but for some reason it only seemed to upset you more. “I know-” you cut him off angrily. “No you don’t know cause if you did you wouldn’t keep doing this,” you motioned with your hands.

“For fuck sakes Simon how am I supposed to live worried everyday cause you run out there like you’re invincible, how am I supposed to live knowing that?” you called out desperately to him for some explanation in words but all you were met with was silence.

“Forget it let’s just eat,” you grabbed at the two plates placing them on the dinner table one in-front of the other before half-hazardously sitting down. His eyes followed your movements silently coming to terms. He wasn’t sure what to say or do when nothing was going to fix what was only going to further worsen things.

He didn’t know what to do when everything he knew about love was from what you taught him. You hadn’t taught him how to stop loving you though. He wondered if he could love anyone else like he did with you. Didn’t know if he had it in him to love that strongly again. He was grieving a loss that had long been coming. From the look on your face, fork dancing around the food, he could tell you no longer wanted to be here.

He prayed every night with tears in his eyes that this day wouldn’t come. He asked the gods for forgiveness in all the things he had done wrong. For them to just let him have you and he’d never ask for anything again. He’d live in a hellish purgatory for an eternity if he just got to be happy in this lifetime it would have been worth it.

Maybe in the next lifetime you’d choose to love him again.

He knew it was for the better, he couldn’t keep you chained like this when you can’t help your heart, just like how he couldn’t help his. It’s funny how cold the air had felt before but it managed to be so warm around you. His shaken hand gripped at the ring box in his pocket he long should’ve returned and like the calm before the storm he finally spoke,

“I want to break up.”

[rae-pottah]

"You're good with kids"

C/n = code name

*Ghost's POV*

I hear crying to my left, pictures flash through my head, what if it's a trap, what if its a child dying, what if I can't save them? This job isn't worth it if I don't try. I turn the corner to see a child just standing there screaming... what do I- oh

"C/N!" the child turns to me and runs up to me, flinching, the child hugs my leg

"Yeah Ghos- oh...pfft"

"Don't laugh! Get this thing off me!" I whisper yell at them

"Alright- alright, hey sweet heart, whats your name" they ask the kid

"S-stevi" he says through broken sobs

"Well, hello Stevi, I'm c/n, and this is Ghost. How old are you Stevi?"

"f-f-four" he stutters out slowly reducing the crying

"Wow! You're a big boy! Do you want to come with us, we can keep you safe and take care of you, until we can get you to other people?" the kid nodded and slowly let go of my leg, holding on to Y/n as tight as possible as she ducked and I covered her back to the Truck, finally when we got there we seen the rest of the 141 done with the mission already, waiting on us.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Price yells and sends the kid behind me again holding on to my leg, a loud

SMACK

and Price's head was turned to the left

"First of all, never yell at me, second of all, if you ever yell in front of this child again I'll have Ghost bury your body" Y/n says plainly

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*Back at the base*Y/n's POV*

We had converted an interrogation room into a play room, and bedroom. As I looked in the window I could see the printed off coloring pages and colorful pens being used by both Stevi and Ghost, they sat together coloring on the table, Ghost had a picture of skeletons dancing and Stevi had a picture of a puppy. Ghost snapped his head up from the table looking straight at me and told Stevi he'll be back. He opened and closed the door slowly and quietly

"You're good with kids" I told him

"meh, you are, what you did in the field was impressive" he said shrugging off my words

"heh- thanks"

"I kinda want to keep him"

"me too, you think they'll let us adopt him and keep him here?"

"that's be dangerous"

"yeah, but we could always teach him, also I've been planning on asking about using some money I have saved to build a safe room, I could add a bedroom in there?"

"You really think that would work?"

"I don't know"

-----*3 years later(Y/n's POV)*-----

Stevi ran through the turned living room in the base

"Stevi slow down I don't want you falling!" I yelled from the kitchen

"Sorry Mom! AH! DAD PUT ME DOWN" I turned around to see Simon holding Stevi on his shoulder upside down

"Si, be careful!" I raised my voice

"We are, we are. mm today is Saturday, we're going to the graves today right?"

"Yes, we are." I let him know, a few minutes later we were walking down the hill inside the base fences, slowly we could see the two graves, on one: "To all the fallen innocent souls, Shall you rest in peace" on the other: "To my Mother, Father and Sister, Lealla, My memories are small and old, but never forgotten, With love, Your son, Steven"

"You okay baby?" I ask Stevi

"Yeah, thank you for always coming here with me" he says, just like every Saturday

@nyen65432

[thetravelingtyper]

Comfort Character Part 2 (Simon Ghost Riley x real-life fanfiction author reader)

Three months into his newfound existence, your life starts to return to normal.

Part 1, Part 3, Masterlist

AN: Deciding to remake and continue this as a fun writing practice, I was a different person when I started this and it feels wrong letting it rot.

When Simon Riley fell into your very real life you were stunned but you somehow quickly adapted to the ex-soldier. He was in his early thirties, an older contrast to your young 26, but you shook it off. However, what you could not shake off was the English Mastiff of a man who insisted on following you everywhere like a love-sick puppy. In the months following his new existence, you had been afraid to look at the COD games. 

The moment you woke up that fateful night, untangled yourself from pale arms, and went to your computer in a daze, you opened Tumblr and found Simon Riley wiped from a fictional existence. Now your character Spitfire romanced an equally handsome, but specifically not Ghost. The new character, still an English SAS member became instead Wraith. Mind you this was funny as hell if not a little disorientating. You also found that Soap, Gaz, and Price were written out of online history. No matter how many times you searched for them you found nothing. Then a figure behind you scared the hell out of you as reality quite easily picked you up and carried you back to bed.

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Now, three months later, you discovered the man was your roommate, and thankfully had leftover funds from his ‘time’ in the SAS. Everything you had written had indeed come true, and yet, you often traced the chain around your neck, a heavy band sat against your heart. He had not explained that. His past was dark, yes, but the man you found often taking long baths and reading American Gods with Nebula curled in his lap was softer. He made easy conversation to the doorman and your landlord fawned over him like an old woman with a beloved grandson.

The only person still in shock was you, as everyone around you had Simon written into their past. Well, one of the only ones, other than the immediate people around you he was a bit of a shock to everyone else. The first time you went jogging through your medium-sized city you had been just jamming to some classic rock. Then the mastiff that materialized caused you to scream startled, eyes shot over to you in the park.

“You shouldn’t have those so loud Love.”

“WHAT THE HELL SIMON!”

You hit his arm, the muscle hurts you more than him. There are wide eyes that are just realizing the tower of a man. In the casual park, he is massive. 6 feet and 4 inches of traced muscle with broad shoulders and a wicked deposition. Instead of a balaclava a black face mask covers the lower half of his face. Your eyes take him in as your eyebrow shoots up. You wrote a more ‘conservatively’ dressed character, and yet this Simon wears a workout tank top and gym shorts. It does nothing to hide coiled muscle and his tattoos. His eyes only see you, a jogger comes up beside you, Simon steps even closer his form seeming to tower over you and walling you off from the world. 

“What are you wearing?”

Your question comes out breathy as the surprise wears off, tiredness burns your muscles and you naturally lean into his form, head against his chest. You swear the man steps closer, an arm closes around you. His eyes simmer and scan around, in them, Ghost appears tempting anyone step into his territory. Passerbys wisely give you two space, to which your guard dog grins.

“Like what you see Sweetheart?”

Your face heats up, and you move to pull back.

His free hand shoots up to cup your chin and jaw,

“No, you don’t pet.”

His arm at your shoulders drops to your lower back and he pulls you flush against him, and you squeak. His hand then drops down to the silver chain around your neck. You hear the grin in his low voice,

,

“You are mine.”

You gulp and give a nervous laugh, heart skipping but craving more of his warmth. He preens when you wrap your arms around his middle, fingers dipping into muscle,

“Yeah, I know.”

Thanks to Covid your work position has remained work from home, much to the delight of your school and your roommate. He never addressed the rings by the way. You could tell from your records (you sure as hell made sure to check) that you remained single. When your ruined date had the nerve to show up at your apartment demanding a second chance, the ex-soldier who appeared over your shoulder was a bit hard to explain.

---

“Is there an issue here?” Simon’s arm shot to the door frame above you and he hovered at your back. He did not press against you, respecting your position here, but instead offered support physically if you needed it. His eyes sharpened and glared down at the man in front of you, whose eyes widened in shock and the man froze.

Simon tempted him, an eyebrow-raising in mock invitation, he wanted to see how stupid this man was.

The answer he found was very, very stupid.

“You slu…”

The mastiff shot from behind you and in a second the man was pinned to the wall by the shoulder and throat, noticeably hanging by Simon’s strength alone.

“I will give you a chance to not finish that before I get angry.” 

You resumed breathing with the following heartbeat, still in shock. Simon’s voice was calm, his breathing steady. But you could see the tension coiled in him, he moved like lightning. Your heart shuddered, and your date fell silent, terrified. \

The mastiff turned back to you, awaiting command. Your finger twitched, this felt real for the first time in days since he came. But you felt safe.

“Let him down Simon, he’s not worth it.”

You reached an open palm, accepting your fate and new existence for the first time.

Simon’s eyes burned and the Mastiff rolled over on his back at your feet.

“Affirmative.”

The soldier followed you in leaving your ex-date scrambling down the stairs in terror.

[ghostlychief]

Hi, your articles about Simon ghost are interesting. Can I also make a request, please? How does he react to a reader with a big dog? The dog is very protective and affectionate towards the reader. and the dog's eyes are different colors. I will send you a photo of the dog.

HELLO!! First of all, thank you for reading my Ghost fics, that means so much <3 Secondly, i love this request because one, i love dogs, and TWOOO i love big big dogs. I hope you enjoy what i threw together, and take care <3

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That Makes Two of Us

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader (can read as fem, gn, or male really)

wc: 900+

warnings: none

A/N: I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes lol pls forgive me

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You can’t remember a time when you didn’t have a dog. Growing up, you were always surrounded by dogs, and had one by the time you were age five. Later, in your early teenage years, your family got another one. Needless to say, it wasn’t a surprise when you bought a dog of your own, after you graduated and got a full-time job.

When you saw your new puppy for the first time, she was already perfect in your eyes. She had mismatched eyes- one blue and one brown. Her fur was as dark as a raven’s feather, and shiny too. You decided to name her Daphne, after a character from one of your favorite TV shows.

You could already tell she was going to be a big dog, just by the size of her paws when she was a puppy. And your assumption was right, because she turned out to be about 65 pounds, paws almost as big as your palm.

You guys became two peas in a pod, and you trained her well. She was smart, loyal and very affectionate with you. It’s all you ever could have wanted in a dog, a companion.

--

While Daphne was lovey and affectionate towards you, her loyalty showed when she met strangers. She was mostly weary with men she didn’t know. Sure, your dad and close guy friends were no issue for her, she trusted them and therefore she trusted them around you.

However, newer men she didn’t recognize the scent of, or strangers on the sidewalk (strange men), she immediately became alert, ready to do anything for you, anything to protect you. This personality trait of hers was always difficult when in came to dating. Because more often than not, your fling with a guy didn’t last long. It was a cycle of introducing Daphne to a new man, which took her some time to getting used to, to that man completely disappearing from your life, all for it to start again.

It wasn’t until you met Simon aka “Ghost” for things to level out, be “steady” so to say. You and Simon have been dating for about three and a half months at this point. You both went on countless dinner dates, occasionally got drinks, and enjoyed the city where you both lived. All which required him not to see Daphne, or meet her, nonetheless. Sure, you showed him pictures of your baby, and babbled on about her when you guys hung out, but he hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting her.

You decided that after the fourth failed fling/thing with a guy, you would wait until you were seeing a guy for about 4-5 months until you introduced them to your dog. Not wanting to continue to confuse her, by having her meet strangers, and people that wouldn’t be in your life for a long time.

With Simon though, you guys instantly hit it off. He was a little bit quirky, with a dry sense of humor that matched your sarcasm. He was fun to be around and brought out a side of you, you haven’t seen in quite a long time. You were happy, and you trusted him. You only wished that Daphne would trust him as much, because deep-deep down in the pits of your heart, you were starting to fall in love with Simon.

It was after you guys went to dinner one night, that you brought Simon over to your place for the first time. You were a little bit nervous. One, because you were bringing home a devastatingly handsome and tall man, and two, because you weren’t sure how Daphne would react.

You quietly unlocked your door and ushered Simon inside. After you turned on the lights, you could hear Daphne’s paws patter on your floor, signaling to you that she woke up, and was coming to greet you. Though, when she saw Simon standing next to you, she instantly stopped in her tracks, and quirked her head to the side, her ears perked. Not expecting a guest to be with you.

She immediately started barking, her low, powerful bark resonating off the walls of your home.

“I take it she doesn’t like strangers?” Simon remains next to you, but doesn’t show any signs that he’s afraid of your giant black dog barking four feet away from him.

“Well…she’s a little protective of me.” You turn to look at Simon, with a sheepish smile on your pretty face.

“That makes two of us, then.” You try not to let Simon’s deep voice and confession get to you too much, but it’s hard and you find your cheeks warming.

You just laugh at his statement, and make your ways towards Daphne, to try and console her. Once you’ve got her calmed down, you usher Simon over.

“Ok, just approach her on the side, but don’t turn towards her, keep your body perpendicular to hers. And stick your hand out for her to sniff. This will let her know that you’re no threat.”

He does just that, and effortlessly, which you’re not surprised about. You’re certain he’s often around military trained dogs due to his job.

Daphne reluctantly sniffs Simon’s hand, but you can tell he won her over because she starts to lick him, and then lets him pet her on the head. Her tail starts to wag vigorously, and now her barks are lighter, more playful as she greets your new friend.

With a smirk coating his lips, Simon asks her, “See, I’m not too bad, am I?”

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Hope you enjoyed!

masterlist

[broken-glass-puppet]

Ok so can i request Cod men being down bad for The dilf male reader? I'm sure they all got daddy issues so- it's can be a full fic or just a headcanon I'm ok with anything

We all in this account have daddy issues, any ways (it's a bit SPICY soooooo)

Captain price

He's DOWN BAD like us

He's polite and a gentleman but seeing you with your kids/taking care of kids just makes his heart melt, he loves seeing you being like a father figure to children

You are taller than him and that TURNS HIM ON A LOT, look, my man is a pillow princess and no I don't care what everyone says, HE IS

will flirt with you just so hear you chuckle with that deep sexy voice of yours, call him "sweetheart" "babe" "big guy" and he is in love

Imagine if price flirted and you are just like "oh yeah? Wanna say that again big boy?" Getting really close to him

Simon 'ghost' Riley

At first he doesn't admit he is attracted to you BUT god damn you look good in a plain white t-shirt with shorts doing breakfast

If you are in the military he will stare at your butt, thighs and chest plus you are older than him and that is attractive to him

If you aren't in the military, you two probably meet at a cafe or pub, and when he discovers you have or take care of children he thinks it's adorable

His childhood was SHIT, so seeing you worrying about those kids, his heart started to feel warm

Hug him, press your chest against his face while you stroke his head while whispering "good boy Simon" or praise in general

Jhon 'soap' McTavish

Puppy, a total puppy

He's energetic but also serious and smart, and not many people give him credit by that so, after a mission you went and ruffled his hair and slid your hand to the back of his neck "good job out there McTavish, keep being a good boy ey?" You smiled softly

He falled right there, he nodded giving you puppy eyes

One time in particular he was like putting his harness in his thighs and he was having problem so you grabbed his waist and helped him "stay still" you finished and brushed his sides and smiled "good boy Jhonny"

PRAISE KINK

everytime you touch him, he melts

Gaz

He likes looking at you, he thinks your age your height and size is attractive, he is a big guy fan

In one of the missions he has a injured leg and you carried him to the HQ in BRIDE STYLE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

And when you are patching his wounds and he whimpers from the pain "shhh you are doing so good gaz, such a good boy" and he almost fainted

He loves playing with your hands, they are bigger than his own and they are rough but gentle at the same time and he LOVES IT

He's in his middles 30's so you are older than him and he is so turned on when he sees you doing traditional dad things, you in an apron? Bedroom, you wearing a suit? Bedroom, you in a swimsuit? Y'all know what I mean

Alejandro Vargas

He thinks of you as a friend, even as a brother from another mother but when he sees you in your uniform, he had to control himself to not grabb your pecs and take you there in front of everyone

When he wants your attention will grab your belt and pull you closer, smirking at your flustered face

Once you too started, fooling around, he will grab your body, arm, waist, ass, pecs, everything

Once he sees you playing with kids or animals he almost grabbed you to take things to the couch wink wink

He's shorter than you and when he wants to look at you he grabs your collar and pulse your face closer

Rudy (MY MAN <3)

Flustered, blushed even

He likes you for you, your height, size and age its a plus but one things he loves even more than your personality is

Your arms

You are like a giant teddy bear, when no one is looking he will pull you for a hug, excuse it's he had a rough time in a mission

Nah

He wants to feel your GIANT ARMS AROUND HIM

You would break him like a twig and he will be thankful

"here's the reports for you [redacted]" You smiled and patted his head "thank you Rudy, you are so good" and he is so flustered

Thank y'all for the cod requests

Fell free to send more :D

[ohbo-ohno]

About ghoap x reader, I dunno if you'll understand where I'm coming from, but I find it hard to imagine their relationship functioning in any capacity if reader DOESNT like Johny. Or if she likes Simon more than Johny. Like at first maybe Simon will be a bit chuffed, get that kick of control of superiority, but if reader doesn't quickly show interest of liking Johny, or an inclination, than Simon will start taking it personally?

Like what do you mean you don't like Johny? Look at him, he's sweet, he's obedient (sometimes) and he's just... Lovable. What do you MEAN you DONT like him? What is wrong with you?? And I think if you insist, or simply don't click with Johny, you start to slowly lose value in Simon's eyes. Like someone being unappreciative of his pups presence is an offence.

Doesn't matter if you like Simon, if you can't accept both of them, then maybe you don't have a place here. I think of Simon as a logical man, and even if he does like you, whatever initial thoughts he has on you will quickly depend on if you try to obey, get along, and fit in.

You can lead a horse to water, or whatever the saying was. Basically, if he finds more and more that it's an effort to make you want to obey, he'll just get rid of you. Like even Johny at his worst, always disobeying and making Simon have grey hairs, at least WANTS to try to be good, always has that need/want to obey, even if he fails sometimes.

And I think if you don't try, or take for granted that you're gonna stay here with that attitude, he just. Realizes that you aren't it. Gets rid of you and tries again. Maybe he dumps you back into civilization or kills you, who knows. But he simply cleans his hands of you.

Maybe he tries to find someone else, looking much MUCH more carefully for his requirements. Maybe he doesn't, at least for a while. Poor Johny is heartbroken that you didn't like him, that you didn't want to be around him. He tried so HARD, and that's the thanks Simon's boy gets? Absolutely unnaceptable.

He takes the time to console Johny, build him back up again after the incident, and maybe it takes time, Simon questions if they need to try again. This time, he'll be more meticulous, have a longer vetting process, and have to make sure they to put in effort for the both of them.

Probably do some private training before meeting Johny, so they have good behavior, don't hurt his poor puppy's fragile heart. They're not told they have to get along with Johny, otherwise they might try to fake it, but if they don't like him Simon makes sure they don't stick around long enough for his boy to get too attached. It's a trial and error sort of thing, but Simon hopes to find the One in the first few attempts- he likes Johny in physical pain, never emotional one, at least not like that. He won't make that mistake again.

Feel free to ignore my ramblings it is 3:03 am where I'm from I should be asleep deer god. I think when I see so much x reader fics, as much as I love them, my mind tries to go in a more cruel direction to fit into the perspective of who the characters are to me.

I LOVE ghoap x reader, or just ghoap in general, but my kind has a way of thinking of Simon as a control freak who doesn't succombé to his emotions quickly. It took him time to even like soap as a friend, much less as his dog. Even if he likes reader, he only did this because he loves Johny and the pup needs a new friend.

Johny is more emotional I guess, maybe less so than he portrays to Simon (he wants to be the man's good boy, and if he has to bark and wag his literal tail, or make dog noises in public, he'll do it) but definitely a bit more than normal people. Definitely the type to have crushes or fall in love fast. Maybe that's how Simon got the first reader: Johny liked her, Simon naively thought that that was enough to choose her.

But his boy is the type to hump anything with a pulse (and even that's optional) so maybe he should have been more patient, more critical.

Anyways I'm gonna collapse after this gosh does this thing not have a word counter? Anyways bye bye my love *kisses your forehead consensually I hope*

"It took him time to even like soap as a friend, much less as his dog." has left me dead on the floor

btw you might like The Price to be Paid! it's a ghoap x reader where ghost puts a looooot of effort into picking who he's going to kidnap for Johnny, and istg parts of it feel like they were plucked right from my subconscious, the author has a perfect grip on ghost as a character (imo)

in general, i think you are completely and totally 100% right. the only caveat i have is in a kidnapping fic it might take ghost a bit to figure the difference between "she hates us because we kidnapped her" and "she just hates us because we suck" lmfao but! overall i think you're totally right, that man won't talk to anyone who doesn't like his favorite boy

[distracted-obsessions]

Can't You Hear Me Scream? Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Masterlist

Warnings: emotional manipulation, Mal being called 'it', disassociation,

Simon didn't have a good relationship with emotions.

Some of the more observant people around him had always been confused by that. "Your mouth and eyes take turns smiling," Kate had once said.

He didn't remember feeling like this as a child. He remembered flashes of joy and sadness and rage. Mostly joy. He didn't know if he really had also felt like this as a child or if he had somehow lost those when his powers developed.

Simon was writing up the events that happened during the mission last night on his way to the breakfast table. He left out the part with Mal. He hated psych evals, especially with the agency's psychologists. "And how did you feel when this happened? What do you mean by 'probably angry'?"

Simon walked into the dining room in the agency housing that his team lived in and, like every morning, found everyone already sitting down. Liam and Maya were deep in a conversation about some show the two of them were watching, Kate was cooking to avoid getting sucked into a discussion before her coffee finished brewing, and Mal was sitting at the table, picking at the tablecloth and yawning.

Mal looked tired. Mal always looked tired. Sometimes, Mal remained Simon just a little too much of himself.

Simon felt himself smile at his team. His chest loosened at seeing all of them acting normal and in one place.

"All the little birds under mama's wings, right Simon?"

Simon's smile dropped and he shook his head, trying to dispell the sound of The Deceiver's- "Oh, don't call him that, Simon. You know who he is." Of Kalek's voice.

Kalek. The man whose memory pledged Simon's ever waking moment. A mix of loss and betrayal that made him want to scream.

Control, Simon thought to himself. Control is your best virtue. Control yourself.

"The worst thing they ever did to you was convince you that voice was yours."

Simon shook his head again. Of course it was his voice. Of all the voices in his head, that one was his. It had to be. If it wasn't...

Simon moved to the table, reading over the words he didn't remember writing. It all seemed fine and Simon didn't see anything that would raise eyebrows so he signed it and sent it on its way. He walked up behind Mal like he did every morning and dug his fingers into Mal's hair, petting him gently.

Mal needs a shower... Simon thought, digging a couple of rocks out of Mal's hair, his thumb brushing at a slightly matted patch of fur on one of Mal's ears. Poor puppy still has blood in his hair.

Kate grabbed a plate of pancakes and her cup of fresh coffee and walked over to the table, putting the pancakes in the middle of the table and sitting across from Mal. She stared at Mal as she sipped her coffee then looked up at Simon. "Tired, Captain?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Simon looked at her, trying to understand what she meant. He looked down at Mal and realized that Mal hadn't leaned into his touch like he usually did. Instead, he had frozen, the tablecloth still pinched between his fingers.

Simon frowned. Mal only froze when he was uncomfortable but he was never uncomfortable with Simon.

"Well, you did torture him yesterday, Simon."

I didn't torture him, Simon told the Kalek in his brain. Still, he took his hand away from Mal's hair and watched Mal slip back into movement like he was being unpaused. Simon's stomach lurched unpleasantly. Mal. You can't be scared of me. You're my puppy. You're supposed to love me.

Simon sat down in his seat next to Mal and took the plate of pancakes that Kate handed him, ignoring the warning look that was passed along with it. She didn't get it. She couldn't get it. No one else on the team had powers. It was just him.

Him and Mal.

Simon watched Mal throughout breakfast. He was used to Mal gravitating towards him. Mal would usually lean on the arm closest to Simon and eat with his other hand but, subconsciously or not, he had switched which hand he ate with to lean away from Simon. Liam, who was not ambidextrous, noticed Mal suddenly being in his way but didn't seem to figure out what had changed so he just ignored it and finished breakfast.

The second breakfast was over, Mal jumped up and left, mumbling something about marksmanship. Simon reached to grab Mal's arm but Kate grabbed his first. She stood and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Let it be. If you crowd it right now it will lash out just to get space."

Simon watch Mal leave. He didn't want to let Mal be. He needed Mal to be sitting at his feet, begging Simon to touch him at all times.

Not because he wanted Mal to be upset. He just needed Mal. Needed Mal on his terms. Watching Mal walk away from him, seeing him with a tiny piece of independence, made him want to throw Mal into one of the cells under the house until he refused to leave Simon's side again.

"Do you ever wonder if they sided with the wrong person? If they made the wrong choice all those years ago."

Shut up, Simon thought. You've done far worse things then me. My actions towards Mal are nothing even close to some of the things you pulled. I'm a

"Good little hero."

Simon tried to distract himself throughout the day. He really did try and take Kate's advice to give Mal space. It was disturbingly easy since Mal also went out of his way to avoid him. Not having Mal a half step behind him felt like he had misplaced a limb. Every person he talked to that wasn't Kate had something to say about Mal, either asking where he was or just asking Simon to pass along information.

By the end of the day, he was ready to scream.

It was some time in the afternoon when Simon finally caught Mal alone and not busy. He was dreading the next phone call he had to make when he found Mal laying on the couch in the living room, a pillow wrapped in his arms, wearing one of Simon's hoodies as he watched that show that Maya and Liam were obsessed with.

Simon crept into the room, not wanting to startle Mal too soon. He looked so soft like this. So needy. Desperate for comfort.

Simon reached out, careful not to block Mal's view of the TV, and ran his fingers though his hair. Mal didn't react in any way, not to freeze or lean into it. It was like he didn't feel it at all.

"Poor baby," Simon said, a little surprised to find himself smiling. "You're not even here, are you?"

Simon sat on the couch and laid Mal's head in his lap, careful not to jostle him too much. He wanted Mal to slowly come back to himself. It was better for Mal if he slowly blinked awake, disoriented and confused, making those soft whimpering noises, nuzzling whatever was under his cheek as he tried to come back to himself. Better for him.

"Simon, if twisted streaks were a virtue, you and I would be the best people in this building."

Simon gently stroked Mal's ear and watched the show as he waited for Mal to wake up. The show was fine but the feeling of Mal breathing and his ear twitching under Simon's fingers was making it hard for him to focus on the plot.

After a while, Mal suddenly inhaled deeply and let it back out. Simon looked down at him and watched him rub his face against Simon's thigh, his hand reaching to grab at Simon's jeans. He continued to squirm as he got used to his surroundings before he froze again.

Simon frowned, keeping his touch gentle dispite the sudden desire to yank him up by his hair just so he'd move. "Hey, puppy. I lost you there for a second."

Mal did say anything for a moment. When he did speak, his voice was quiet. "Simon, what are you doing?"

"Comforting you." He did tug on Mal's hair then, just lightly enough to make Mal shift his head to look at him. Mal's eyes were wary as they shifted to Simon. "You should have told me that you needed comfort after last night's mission. I would have helped you."

"Sir, I..." Mal hesitated then took a deep breath and said, "I didn't feel-"

"That it was necessary, I understand," Simon interrupted, running his hand up and down Mal's arm. "But I want you to be settled. And if The Deceiver bothered you then I want to fix that." If Simon's palm lit up with just a little yellow light when he said 'The Deceiver', well then it was necessary. If it wasn't necessary then it didn't happen.

Mal shuddered and grabbed Simon's thigh tighter. "Sir-"

"Mal, you don't have to call me Sir. We're home." He tilted Mal's chin up and made him make eye contact. "You're safe."

And if Simon's palm glowed pink when he said that, making Mal scramble into Simon's arms, sniffling and telling Simon that he was tired and he just wanted to sleep in Simon's lap, well,

It was necessary.

[a66-1]

No bc you have infected me with the genderbent Simon and I HAVE A FEW LIL THOUGHTS

1. She’s a biker (if not active in the military). Leather and her helmet has a skull painted on it- AND DONT LOSE ME- in hot pink, to appease her girlfriend of course

2. Has a calico cat, whose name is Ghost (after her callsign) and then got a golden retriever after Johnny died and named her Suds (little play on the name)

3. If not in the military! She’s a first responder, a paramedic or a detective.

Annnd yeah, that’s all I got! 🤍🤍

I-

i passed away reading this bc i love ur work and um thank you 😭

but why not do all of these in 1 go i have a concert im going to on tuesday and um im bored

I personally think she bikes for fun. I mean it's exhilarating (for me I was scared shitless but) and it fun to (legally go the speed limit) around. Ever since she laid her eyes on you, she took in your every opinion. Oh? Hot pink looks good on her? Well, Lookie there, she got a new helmet last week and it just happens to be that exact shade of pink.

You loved it on her but.. You wanted to get crafty. So, after a few drinks and some paint markers she had a skull printed on the back, with your small signature at the bottom. She noticed in the morning, and you don't really remember how (or when) you had the ability to draw that good.

Now, in my mind, she's an animal lover. Especially old ones in shelters who need love before they pass, and that's exactly who Ghost is. Ghost was a part of her that took years to separate herself from, and now, seeing Ghost as a cat is ncier than remembering her past.

Ghost is a gray and white cat, with little gray paws. She's old and grumpy sometime, but most the time she's perched on Simon's lap, purring at each and every scratch she's given.

What she didn't expect is for you to suddenly want a puppy. I mean, isn't a cat enough?

Not for you.

You adopt a golden retriever, about 2 years old. He's a playful doggy, but loves to just rest and be at your side. Suds is his name. Simon didn't tell you why at first, but you lived it anyway. You loved it more once you knew why his name was suds.

Now if she wasn't in the military, I think she'd be a firefighter (HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE WOMEN WERK??? I'd set my house on fire just to see them 🫣🫣

Definitely wants to be someone who saves people and helps people. And, I'd say, that's how she'd meet you. (non-cannon side story idea right there)

[m00nxghost]

gonna get you started and I saw you were a simon riley simp so let's get you writing on someone you love❗️❗️

Simon riley dating hcs? :)

Okay! I really liked the idea!

Tw: none just cute/fluffiness

Kinda off O.C.C, Gn!reader no use of prounons or looks,not proffered just you

Dating Simon "Ghost" Riley Hc's

Let's start with the fact that the ghost is not a completely cold guy or completely driven by his trauma. He may be a little distant but you can see that he is a guy who cares a lot about the people who are friends/close to him. Dating a ghost seems to be difficult but it's not like that :)

1. Ghost He's a guy who doesn't know how to express himself totally but that doesn't matter,just being close to him is great with a sense of security of course look at him a brick wall and strong too,he likes to stay close to you but always behind you because that way anyone who tries anything with you will automatically move away with the presence and look of ghost

2. He loves telling jokes even though they are those dad/silly jokes He wants to see you laugh and he also likes it when you tell jokes too especially if it's a silly joke, He will laugh softly but a laugh that leaves you blushing and happy

3. He likes to keep his hand on your waist/shoulder or somewhere he can hold it especially in crowded places he doesn't want to let you out of his sight Whenever he can, he holds your waist, always keeping you close to him

4. His love language is acts of service and quality time. He likes to spend time with you doing anything from cooking or watching a movie/series, when acts of service are when you do/he does something for each other how to leave him a cup of tea in the morning a newspaper for him or even fix a crack in his mask when it's with you, he leaves his sweatshirt with "Lieutenant Riley" on the back or him a cup of hot coffee for you in the morning with a piece of paper written "for you, enjoy. SM"

5. He likes to sleep with his arms around you It makes him feel safe and closer to you He is also a very light sleeper especially when he sleeps with you. He's clearly the big spoon

6. When Ghost gets home he takes off his boots and his mask, so it's Simon without Ghost around, when he arrives he feels at home since you are waiting for him and going to give him a big hug and he lifts you up with a smile on his face that makes your heart skip a beat. He would kiss you and your face after months away being deployed for a mission

7. When he is with you he feels loved even deep down, imagining if it weren't for you he would barely go home and stay at base in his quarters,but since it's not that and he has you he always wants to come home more to see you and feel your hugs, kisses and smell

8. In your relationship, you wear dog tags with both your names and the start date of your relationship as if it were a "wedding ring" so that you look remembering each other, He always looks and kisses his dog tag to remember you! You are his lucky charm <3

9. At first he doesn't intend to have children unless you want them or he changes his mind but what he also wants would be a puppy a small German Shepherd that he brought from the animal shelter, He calls the puppy "Riley" but you sometimes call him "Simon Jr"

10. Simon likes to help you even if it's with the easiest task how to fix something, wash the dishes and cook with you he just wants to be close to you and whenever he sees you doing something he comes to you already helping you even though you say you don't need it. a little stubborn but it makes him laugh when you pout

11. He likes to give you nicknames like "Honey" "Love" "Sweetheart" "Darling" and others! He loves you very much and is happy when you smile/blush when he sees him calling you by these nicknames especially around his colleagues/task force 141

12. He's the type of guy who prefers indoor dates like movie night, cooking together but he would also take you out to eat at a restaurant or a picnic when it's just the two of you, he would be the kind of guy to make a reservation at a restaurant or find a good spot in the park for a date

A/N: My first writing here! I don't know if it turned out as good as I expected :) but it was a lot of fun to write <3 especially for ghost, I love him so much/pos.The next one I plan to write about is Gaz or König. Thanks for reading !! 🫶

[konigsblog]

What is this persons problem??

Like, buddy, if you don’t wanna read it… scroll away.

It baffles me that people go out of their way to bug people that are just doing what they love. You’ve expressed time and time again that you don’t support rape or anything of the sort. All of the scenarios you are fictional. So are the characters.

Why would you go out of your way to bother someone just because you don’t like what they do? Would you do that to a director who made a movie you didn’t like? No. You wouldn’t. So why bother writers?

I’m so sorry you’re dealing with people like that Orla, you deserve so much better. You’re so lovely and your writing style is beautiful. I love what you write and I’m sorry people are harassing you.

All the love and support,

- 🪶

thank you so, so much, my sweet anon :'3 thank you for your kind words, it's greatly appreciated 🌷💗🌺

these people don't realise that they have no room to decide what i can or cannot write. at the end of the day, it's not their blog, not their decision. it's the way you can just tell they haven't done any research whatsoever. i can disprove all of their points, they're lazy and put no effort in doing research about simon's backstory.

when i read something i don't like, i simply scroll away, because i'm responsible for the media i consume. the same applies to these morons that lack the understanding that not all work is made for them. people have different coping mechanisms and kinks, you don't get to decide what's right and wrong.

and i guarantee these people don't bother to understand CNC kinks or NON-CON kinks. again, i've expressed countless times that what i write doesn't determine my morality. it's DARK fiction for a reason, did they expect kittens and puppies? sunshine and rainbows?? do i need to make a tutorial on how to block someone, or can they manage themselves?? (which i doubt they can. 🙄)

again, thank you for your words, sweetness 💌🌹

[trash-magics-blog]

Adopting a kitten/puppy with them and how they would react!

Summary: basically how the 141 + Alejandro and Rudy + Konig would be if you guys adopted a kitten or puppy, this is all fluff nothing else. (I'll state what breed and the name of the cat/dog then explain how you got it)

1. Simon "Ghost" Riley

You and Simon adopt a kitten, specifically a British short hair and you guys named her Molly. To be on the more truthful side, you adopted Molly and surprised Simon with her when he got home from hanging out with his friends Soap and Gaz one day. You and him had talked about getting a kitten because you had always wanted one and at first, Simon wasn't completely...enthusiastic about you bringing the kitten home since he had told you that he would think about it but she grew on him. "She is a British short hair, so you two have something in common" you laughed, Simon on the other hand just sighed and said "is that your idea of a joke miss?". He didn't go out of his way to bond with her much but she seemed so fascinated by him and wouldn't leave him alone, constantly following him around and playing with his shoe strings or his sweatshirt strings. And when you weren't in the room he would play with her slightly and there was a few times you caught him doing so, it warmed your heart to see him smiling and playing with her so gently and to here him try and laugh quietly so you wouldn't notice him. Something about seeing Simon be so happy with the kitten made you think about him as a father but you knew that had to wait and to just live in the moment.

2. Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

You and Johnny adopt a pit bull puppy and name him Sargent but call him "Sarg" for short. One day you and Johnny where driving down this back road to get back home after a date and you saw this little puppy on the side of the road, it was raining and Johnny had stopped and got out of the car and grabbed him and set him in your lap and said with a smile "we'll be having another passenger tonight Bonnie" and you didn't mind so you started to talk to the puppy and pet him telling him how good of a boy he was and everything, you and Johnny fell in love with this little pooch. The next day, Johnny went out and bought him toys, bowls and a cute blue collar with "Sargent" stamped into the dog tag, he was a little skinny so it didn't fit him just yet but it looked so cute on him. Sarg slept on the bed with you and Johnny and you guys took him everywhere, he loved you guys and when you started to have a baby bump Sarg never took you out of his sight and didn't let anyone near you which Johnny secretly loved cause it allowed him to know you were safe when he wasn't around.

3. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

You and Kyle adopted a border Billie puppy named Cali. You both had come to the decision of a new puppy and had gotten all the things a puppy would need as in bowls, toys and food ect... And after you guys had gotten done at the pet store you went to the animal shelter and there is where you found Cali, a little puppy who seemed to be rather bored and not amused by the other puppies so you guys picked her. At first she seemed a little scared of you guys and just kinda tip-toed around and if you or Kyle went to pick her up she ran away but with time and a lot of patience she warmed up to you guys, she got close with Kyle first then started to warm up to you. She was Kyle's right hand dog. She went everywhere with him while you preferred to stay home and relax, Kyle was almost always busy with something so Cali gave him a companion. But in all reality, she was both of your guys companion and life long friend.

(A/N) Part 2 with Price, Ale, Rudy and Konig will be out soon! I usually just write whenever I feel the inspiration but I wanna start like actually writing cause it's so fun and nice to see people enjoy it so thank you! I hope you like this random stuff! Have a good day!