#simon riley call of duty mw2

[daisies-daydreams]

Husband/Papa Ghost Headcanons

Pairing: Simon (Ghost) Riley x Wife!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive Content, Swearing, Descriptions of Labor/Contractions

Author's Note: This is a continuation of this request (WARNING: 18+). Enjoy!

Simon would be a proud papa, that's for sure.

He didn’t use his phone that much before, only to text or call people. But his storage space began to run out pretty quickly with all of the photos and videos he took of your daughter, Lily.

“What are you doing, Si?” you giggled. Lily banged on the toy piano while your husband was crouched down, phone camera rolling.

“Filming Lily’s performance,” he replied matter-of-factly. You chuckled and kissed the top of his head, ruffling his dark brown hair. Your two-year old daughter cheered when she finished her song, face lit up and arms stretched above her head in triumph.

“All done!” she beamed with a wide smile. Both of you clapped.

“Good job, Lil,” Simon chuckled.

Simon nearly passed out when you told him you were pregnant with your second baby (not that it came as a surprise to you both👀).

Just like your first pregnancy, he’d try to be there for you as much as he could. It was different now with Lily in the picture, but she made many of your days full of joy and laughter.

I can see him being a stern yet reasonable dad. He’d discipline his kids yet never intentionally hurt them.

Lily’s lower lip pouted as she avoided his gaze. Simon’s arms were at his sides as he eyed the blue stains on her face and the empty candy jar on the floor. He lowered himself to be at her eye-level.

“Lily, baby, did you eat the candy even though Mommy told you not to?” Simon asked, trying to keep his voice soft and steady. Lily burst into tears, rubbing her eyes with her little, sticky hands.

“I sowwy,” she sniffled. His heart ached, but he knew she had to learn to listen to her mom.

“I know, baby,” he sighed as he pulled her into a hug. She cried into his chest. “Candy tastes yummy, but it’ll hurt your tummy if you eat too much,” Simon explained. Lily sniffed, snot dripping from her button nose and onto his shirt. He pulled her back and looked her in the eyes. “No candy for the next three days, okay? Then you can have it again,” he explained while holding up three fingers. She puffed out another sob before nodding her head.

“Okay, Dada,” she sniffled.

Your second pregnancy was more difficult than the first. You had more health complications, which worried Simon half-to-death. He couldn’t bear to think of anything happening to you while he was thousands of miles away on a mission.

All of 141 were like family to you. They'd pop in every once in a while, especially Lily's godfather, Soap.

"Unk Nee!" Lily squealed. Soap grinned ear to ear at the attempt of his nickname ("Uncle Johnny"). She giggled as she ran into his open arms. He spun her around as you walked in from your bedroom. You gave a tired smile, leaning on the wall and rubbing your swollen belly. Simon was still working on his car in the garage, yelling out that he'd be there in a moment.

"How's my wee firecracker doin'?" Soap beamed. Lily ducked her head into his shoulder, her small dirty blonde curls bouncing. Both of you laughed. "Gettin' shy now, are ya?" Soap chuckled.

"You know how kids are," you waved. Soap smiled as he set the toddler down. She rushed back over to you, hiding behind your legs. You patted her head gently.

"How you doin', lass?" Soap asked as he stepped further inside. You sighed, Lily clinging to your maternity pants.

"This pregnancy's kicking my a-butt, it's kicking my butt," you quickly changed your wording. Soap snorted as Lily cackled behind you.

"Mama said 'butt'!" your daughter sang. You grumbled and collapsed your face into your hands.

"Sounds like she's got quite the potty mouth, huh Lily?" your husband chuckled beside you. You felt him snake his hand around your waist. He pecked your cheek, his skin coated in a sheen of sweat from his hard work.

"Why don't you give me a spanking later to teach me a lesson?" you whispered lowly into his ear. Red immediately flooded his cheeks as his hand gripped your hip. Before he could retort, another figure walked through the front door. Lily peeked from behind your legs and gasped as Price entered the room.

"Grandpa!" Lily cheered while pointing her finger at the captain.

You've never heard a room grow so quiet in a single second.

Both of you explained that Price was most definitely not her grandpa, yet she was insistent on the terminology. The captain teased Simon about it constantly.

"I think you taught her to say that," Price chuckled.

As the due date approached, Simon's heart was shattered. He was being sent away on a longer mission, and it required that he made no contact with you. Your husband assured you that he'd be back in time for the delivery, and spent as much time as he could with you and Lily before he left.

A few weeks later, Simon was sprinting through the hospital to get to your delivery room.

Simon’s heavy footsteps echoed down the hall as he whipped around the corner. A blonde nurse shot an incredulous look at the masked man as he sprinted to the counter.

“WHERE’S DELIVERY ROOM 109?!” Simon boomed. The poor woman's face went pale as she pointed a shaking finger down the hall. His head snapped as he shouted a ‘thank you’ behind him. Simon rushed past several nurses and doctors, the door getting closer. He could hear your wailing pierce through the hallway. Simon nearly crashed into the doctor when he stepped out into the hall.

“MR. RILEY!” the doctor gaped with wide eyes. Your husband’s chest rose and fell as he panted. Another harsh cry broke out through the room. “Quickly, she’s about to start pushing,” the doctor rushed him inside. Simon's eyes grew wide as they locked with yours.

"Si," you called softly. Your face was pale, sweat covering every inch of your tense and aching body. Simon rushed over, immediately clasping his hands over yours.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” his dry voice croaked. You gave a weak laugh before jolting forward, another strong contraction ripping through you.

“B-Bullshit,” you tiredly chuckled through gritted teeth. The doctor and nurses came closer to your bedside.

“Okay, Mrs. Riley. It's time to start pushing. Are you ready?” the doctor asked. You swallowed thickly, your entire body shaking as it was wracked with waves of pain. Simon squeezed your hand and lifted his skull balaclava to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You’ve got this, love. I’m right here,” he assured. You nodded before sucking in a deep breath.

Not long after, your baby boy, Thomas, was born.

His throat grew tight when you suggested his late brother's name. You were afraid you'd overstepped, but he quickly kissed you on the lips and told you it was the perfect name for the newest addition to the Riley family.

Simon stared in awe at the small baby swaddled in his arms. You were fast asleep in your new bed, exhausted from the long, grueling day. Thomas' plump, rosy cheeks glowed softly as he yawned. Your husband beamed when two small, dark eyes just like his own gazed up at him.

“Hi there, little Tommy,” Simon breathed.

Both of you were unsure as to how Lily would take to her new baby brother. However, when her eyes lit up and she squealed when she saw him for the first time, Simon knew she’d be the best big sister.

Simon would make it a goal to read to Lily and Tommy every night. It melted your heart when you sat with him, Lily in her bed and Tommy in his crib listening to his low voice lull them to sleep.

While most date nights were spent inside your home nowadays, he was just happy to spend any time he had with you.

Simon would leave little gifts or notes around the house, letting you know what an amazing mother and wife you are.

If you feel insecure about your body after giving birth, he'll do everything in his power to remind you otherwise.

Your eyes widened as a sudden slap streaked across your ass. You whipped your head around. Simon's eyes were trained on the TV, though the hand draped over the arm of the couch said enough. You crossed your arms, thankful that Lily was playing in the adjacent room and Tommy was fast asleep in his crib.

"Got something to tell me, Si?" you said with a quirked brow. His lidded, chocolate-brown eyes flicked over to you, his hands reaching over to pull you on your lap.

"Simon!" you gasped. Laughs spilled from your lips as your husband bombarded your neck with kisses, his large hands reaching down and squeezing your bum.

"Can't help myself, sweetheart. Not when you're walking around with this cute arse of yours," he mused. You bit your lip and wiggled in his lap. He nibbled on your ear, his voice low and husky as he whispered into it.

"Tonight, after the kids are asleep, why don't I show you just how irresistible you are?" Simon groaned.

Tommy was a much more of a fussy baby than Lily. He’d keep both of you up constantly. You called your/Simon's relatives or friends over every so often so both of you could have a break.

“How are you feeling, love?” Simon asked. Both of you were lying in the hammock in a park, the summer breeze rocking you back and forth. Your best friend was at home watching your children. Heavy bags rested below your eyes as you stretched.

“Fucking exhausted,” you sighed. Simon chuckled, brushing your hair from your forehead and planting a kiss over it.

“I know, hun. Why don’t you take a nap, yeah?” he suggested. You nodded, letting sleep quickly overtake you. He breathed in through his nose, his mind wandering too much for him to fall asleep. Instead, he took in the sight of his beautiful wife wrapped in his arms as the rest of the world melted away.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

(Writing these melts my heart ngl. We love Papa Ghost in this house).

[robinthisbank]

TikTokers are such pussies when it comes to ships. “B-but they’re not canon 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😖😖” honey back in my day we shipped characters from entirely different medias uphill both ways in the snow

[gloomica]

Simon Riley, the stoic and imposing type of man to try and hold back his moans in the bedroom. He's usually quiet, save for a few groans as his orgasm crests, but when it comes to you? oh he's a moaning mess.

It surprises even him, when he pushes into you for the first time and lets out a breathy moan he didn't know capable of leaving his lungs. You're just that intoxicating, though, just that right level of dangerous to break down the walls of a man like him without putting him on the defence.

He learns to let it be. Rather than bite his tongue and hide his face in your neck, occupy his mouth with your skin between his teeth, he moans into your mouth instead. He lets you swallow the noises he makes, take them into your body just as you're taking him deeper than you had thought possible.

And it only gets worse the needier he is. If he's been gone a while and deprived of your touch, Simon will come home and whine as you run your nails across his scarred shoulders. Straddling him, putting him in the spotlight of pleasures as you sit on his cock and take him inch-by-inch until he's balls deep inside of you and already on the verge of spilling inside of you.

He's a mess of moans and rambling dirty talk that you can't make much sense of, not when his cock is so deep and so thick that you're actively fighting back tears at the sheer stretch of him. How overpowering he is, how his strong corded arms lift you up and drop you back down onto his cock. How with each thrust you swear he breaks deeper into you, and hes the one moaning like he's already overstimulated.

His sounds become your favourite thing when he finally cums, filling you with himself even further, and between the choked moans of his orgasm, he tells you that he fucking loves you.

husband material amirite

[amaranthinespirit]

husband!simon riley follows you around like a lost dog 24/7.

whether it be in the comfort of your own home, or out in public, the man is basically your shadow. like a moth to a flame, he is the moth and you're his flame.

it doesn't matter where you saunter off to, chances are, he's stomping right after you. Around your house, he's following you to every room.

need the bathroom? keep the door open, he'll lean against it with his arms crossed over his chest, either watching you silently or tapping away on his phone.

cooking in the kitchen? he's hovering over your shoulder. you can't count the amount of times on one hand you bumped into his broad, brutish chest, stepped on his foot, or, definitely not on purpose, whacked his groin with a small pan. still, he never learns.

watching TV in the living room? you best bet he's going to sit his big ass right next to you. even if you're on the single person armchair, he'll squish you into the armrest if it meant being next to you.

showering? not without him because he'll join you, and find a way to release pent-up need at the same time, that is if you aren't already stressed that day, then he'll just wash your hair and run a relaxing bath for you to soak in peace afterwards.

In public, people give him weird side glances, numerous occasions where you've had concerned folks tap you on your shoulder and give a small point over your shoulder, to which you reply sweetly with the biggest smile on your face, "oh, that's just my husband!"

he keeps a thick finger hooked into the waistband of your pants, or shorts, or looped in one of your belt loops to keep you near him. since you're much smaller than him, it can be easy for you to get lost in big crowds, and this just assures simon that you're never out of reach.

it's a funny thing to watch for the guys to watch, observing their lieutenant follow you around aimlessly like a big puppy, eyes soft as he gazes down at you, sharpening when another person approaches or observing.

you think it comes from never being able to control his surroundings, his obsessive need to keep you safe, more so now that you have a wedding ring on your finger, forever tying you to him. not physically, but he wouldn't hesitate to if it meant keeping you safe.

[simonz-angel]

“fuckin’ look at me.”

the growl of words bounces in your mushy skull, watery eyes blinking till pretty crystal tears drip down the apples of your cheeks.

you’re lost, fluttering eyes fighting the fog, the way he reaches into your guts. it has you struggling and gasping.

yet, when simon’s fingers curl tight round your jaw, thick digits pressing dimples into the fat of your cheeks, you finally start to snap into reality.

“yeah, baby,” he laughs down into your face, teeth glistening in the soft bedside lamp. “i’m here, i’m here.”

and it’s not a sweet coo, it’s a harsh taunting, a mere joke to him to watch your eyes cross, and roll.

“t-too much, si, n-no” and it’s a broken, desperate cry, hands violently pawing at the backs of his thighs when he shoves himself meters into you.

you can feel every ridge, every vein, the way the tip of his pretty cock lays sweet frenchies against your cervix. and he stills, letting you really accommodate to the mere length, the width of him.

“let me see your pretty eyes, baby,” he huffs, breath heavy against your face in a way that does nothing but suffocate you. “you tired? you done?”

and your silence speaks for you, eyes bouncing back and forth from pupil to pupil. you can’t focus, the tips of your toes digging deep into his calves almost angrily.

it feels too good, in a way that has you squirming up like you’re under some spell.

“that’s what i thought,” he coughs up in a laugh, taking you by the lips aggressively. he lets his tongue open you up, and he explores your mouth carefully, hips pulling back as he readies himself. “now just be pretty for me and take it, yeah, hun?”

ion even know, this is so fucked 🤦‍♀️ send mama requests.

[leafavleo]

GHOST uses to workout quite frequently, because of his job in military. He never admits it loud, but he likes to be in good shape. He likes the glances that you’re sending him when he’s taking off his shirt on purpose to present you his muscular back, covered in black ink tattoos.

There’s only one thing that he hates during his daily routine — push ups. He doesn’t know why he dislikes to do that workout, it’s just happen. He prefers other exercises, but while he’s at home, without the gym equipment, it’s just what’s left for him to stretch those arms muscles more.

But fortunately, recently you’ve got an idea of how to make this workout more pleasant for him. You find yourself on the floor, underneath Ghost while he’s grunting and sweating. It’s not what you think it is, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t making you feel in a certain way.

You like the view from down there. He’s shirtless and the only piece of clothing that he wears are the grey sweatpants. The way he’s looking and sounding makes you want to wrap your legs around his waist and just keep him down.

“Don’t try to give up, because you’ll squish me.” You giggle once Ghost makes another push up, giving you a quick kiss in meantime.

“Not gonna, doll.” He says back in breathy tone, pushing himself back up. He grunts again and lower himself down, giving you another kiss.

You make this exercise quite enjoyable for him.

[yooo-lets-go]

There’s always summer somewhere in the world I guess

[mentoskova]

"Have you seen that bigboy with a skullface??"

[k6tzie]

COD P☆RN LINKS | PT. 3

ghost: always so quiet and reserved, seeing you like this is refreshing. so humane having ur guts rearranged after doubting your lieutenants skills! dove, you're so needy. but luckily for you, you have a patient, big bf came back from prices' baby shower now u and si want a baby of ur own, but u can't wait:( doughy ass bouncing on his long cock that no one's sucked in over a year, thankfully now ur here! sharing the captains daughter with soap<3 trusting is hard for him, so once he has you, he doesn't wanna let go warm winter fuck with ur gentle boy price: once you taught olderbf!price how to make hotter videos, he thinks he's so much cooler but that old man lives within him💔i mean look how he's holding the phone! you feel a big, throbbing thing in your tummy, hopefully he doesn't press down on it D: when u took him to meet ur parents, you just looked too good not to fuck afterwards :( as much as he loves his quiet girls, he can't say no to a bubbly one night stand now can he he didn't wanna have to do this but this IS what bad girls get... dadsfriend!price taking you upstairs during the bbq. there's so many people so no one will hopefully notice ur gone... soap: totally something soap would do, fucking you levitating 😭 first time having a crush this intense, taking sneaky photos of you, drawing you in his sketchbook, leaving you little gifts anonymously - now that you gave him a chance, he's too shocked to even do anything! honestly his dream is hot gf x loser guy he's a messy boy who likes his sex quick! so so much cum dripping out, it's like your boys' in heaven filthy gym partner can't keep his hands to himself only one person can eat you this well when you're sick, soap! gaz: your drunk sex was so good, you won't forget it even when you're sober <3 appreciating that pussy with the love and tongue it deserves so wet and tight like ur ex boyfriend did nothing at all smh, must've been tiny deeeeep in ur gfs womb! pretty boy barely ever gets angry, but when price has been on his back the whole week, and now you're giving him attitude - he can't take it anymore! hot belly bulge - who would've thought from the serene, goofy guy? graves: ah, so THAT'S how you passed recruitment i see, interesting... what a baby, never been with a real woman. actually a very soft, sensual man. don't mistake him as rough cuz of how he acts at work lucky shadow of the week gets to record the barracks bunny and graves kept trying to draw milk out of you but he didn't realise not everyone just...lactates :(he can't stop rewatching this video y'all took, how your greedy pussy just swallows his dick whole :o purposely just teasing you so he can see u angry konig: an efficient way to wake up his beautiful baby✨ his cold tongue and your warm socks make an interesting contrast🤔 he caught you masturbating all by yourself and you didn't seem to reach ur full potential :( loser!konig coded, once he finally gets his rough hands on you, it's hard letting a beauty like you go ruined ur cute little panties smh, greedy big boy mean colonel punishing his secret fuck buddy after he found out you've started talking to another person💢 bonus!!: surprise ;)

@xtrrdnrypotato @livingdead-g1rl

[koling2345]

Just Simon with a cute new recruit. NSFW

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

Lieutenant! Simon who: Thought you'd be just another recruit, until he saw that you were such a cute little bird. So obedient and pliable, always listening to what he had to say without refuting it.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Never even looked at any recruit in a different way until you arrived on base. The way you looked at him with sweet little eyes and called him 'Sir' was almost a symphony in his ears.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Loved it when you asked him for help with something on the base, sometimes purposely disappearing with things, only to see you coming after him to find out where that item was.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Made a point of training you, he never let any other superior do it. Not even Johnny. Simon wanted to be solely responsible for your success, or rather, he wanted to be solely responsible for giving you orders. And watching you obey them.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Started glaring daggers at any other soldier who looked at you. Not only that, but any soldier who even spoke to you or flirted with you was magically given a month's worth of hard duties. What a shame ;(

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was in charge of you at the gym, giving you several repetitions of exercises, never passing up an opportunity to put you in some positions that were a bit... Lewd, to say at least. Always keeping a close eye on every exercise you did, his eyes roaming over your body as you knelt down to stand up when you finished a set. The sight always made his pants a little tight.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Always gave you heavy workouts, tiring you to the limit. Just to make sure you'd get tired enough, then he'd have the excuse of helping you to get your bearings. Putting a hand on your lower back. Sometimes even being bold enough to put his hand on your waist, pulling your body against his in an attempt to help you. And if you were really, really tired, he could carry you on his shoulders. No, it wasn't an excuse to stare at your ass and thighs, feeling your body pressed against his. He swore it was just his good intention, he just wanted to help!

Lieutenant! Simon who: Would let you sleep in his room, there was a storm and the base was without power, you didn't want to be alone because you were scared. And he wouldn't let you be alone after learning that you were afraid of thunder, poor thing. That night he wrapped you up in his sheets, pulling you into his lap as he comforted you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Helped you forget the fierce storm outside, pumping his thick fingers into your pussy, slipping in and out of you, scissoring and curving inside you. He made you come once, twice, three times, enough to make you tired and sleep on his lap, in the mess you made on his thighs, and he didn't care. In fact, he was proud to see the mess you'd made, that he'd given you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: After spending one night with you, he refused to sleep in separate rooms, so every night he dragged you to his room, at which point he already considered you his cute little thing. Normally, he would hold you all night with a death grip, so don't even try to escape.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Couldn't sleep peacefully until he'd buried his cock in you. Sleep only came to him after he had slid his thick cock into your wet folds, deep into your tight warmth. Slamming into you without mercy, he swears that his lullaby is your whimpering sounds under him.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was mean to you, used you until he had his fill. It didn't matter if you'd already come for the thousandth time, he didn't care, because he went after his own pleasure, he would pound into you all night if he wanted to.Even if you were whimpering underneath him and saying you couldn't take it anymore, he'd respond with:

“You can and you will.”

[daisies-daydreams]

Try: Chapter 2 (College!Simon Riley x F!Reader)

Pairing: College!Simon Riley x F!Reader Category: Fluff, Light Angst Warnings: Sexual References (No smut), Implications of Minor Character Death, Swearing Word Count: 2k+

Summary: Simon finally hears from you a month after the incident.

A/N: This part takes place about a month after the events of Chapter 1. I hope you enjoy!

Ch. 1 <-•-> Ch. 3

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MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Why don’t you just text her?” König asked while spotting Simon. The Brit puffed out a breath of hot air as he raised the barbell over his head. His bulky arms burned, sweat dripping down his temples as he raised and lowered the heavy weight. The large man standing behind him lowered his hands, helping him set it back on the rack after he finished his set.

“Because, I messaged her every day for three weeks and she still hasn't replied,” Simon panted as he sat up. He reached down and took a large swig from his water bottle.

“I'm sure she just needs some space,” König stated. Simon sighed as he closed the lid, resting it next to his feet as he pulled off the weights from the bar.

“I know, but she's just-,” Simon snapped his mouth shut. König scratched the back of his head.

“She's just what?” he asked, his head cocked to the side. Simon's nostrils flared as he heaved the weights into their correct place.

"Nothin'," Ghost huffed. König's face suddenly grew pale.

"You're not going to-Oh, mein Gott, Price would murder you," he stammered. Simon turned to him, his face relaxing a bit.

"No, I don't want to...not this time. I actually want her instead of just wanting her, you know?" he said with a slight grin. König shook his head.

"Nein," he simply replied. Simon sighed as he placed the dumbbells back in their proper place.

“Anyway, it’s getting pretty late, and I've got an assignment due at midnight,” he said. König winced.

"Why didn't you just go work on it after practice?" he asked. Simon shrugged.

"I need to get my strength conditioning in. Besides, I always manage to submit my stuff just before then," he rationalized aloud. König hummed and started walking back to the locker rooms, Simon following close behind.

"Have you told Coach about...you know?" he asked. Simon shook his head.

"No. I'm pretty sure it's obvious to everyone-what with his offer to give me a free penectomy and all," he grunted. He saw König's shoulders bounce in his peripheral vision as they strolled into the locker rooms.

"All dad's who have girls are like that," the large man stated. Simon quirked a brow.

"Yeah? How do you know?" he asked. König glanced down at him.

"Because I have four older sisters," he explained. Simon's jaw dropped. Jesus, if they were anything like König, they must be massive. König hummed to a simple tune as he opened his locker, pulling out a fresh towel.

"Do you have any siblings, Riley?" he asked. Simon's heart hardened, his veins in his temples bulging slightly. König's relaxed expression fell.

"I used to," he said in a dull, cold tone. König became silent. The two men quickly showered and changed into a fresh pair of clothes. Simon breathed in the crisp air as he walked outside. The sun was already tucked behind the horizon as they headed in opposite directions.

“See you at practice tomorrow,” König waved.

“G'night,” Simon said with a nod. A nice breeze blew across his damp skin. Sounds of cars passing by and several students walking together blended in a nice harmony. As he passed by some students having an outdoor movie night on his way back to his dorm, his mind began to wander.

What would it look like-you leaning on his side while watching a movie outdoors? What would you wear? Probably something more casual. Yeah…a pair of jeans and maybe some flannel. No, a hoodie. His hoodie. You’d refuse to return it, and if you ever happened to leave it behind after being in his dorm, he wouldn't want to even wash it.

Simon’s heart nearly burst as bright lights shone across him. The bus honked angrily as he held up his hands, quickly crossing the rest of the street. He clutched his chest as he puffed out several uneasy breaths. Simon gazed up at the window of his dorm. The lights were dim, changing colors every so often. Nothing unusual. He walked into the building, a familiar, exhausted face greeting him.

“Surprised you don’t have a bird with you this time, Simon,” the desk assistant, Bridget, quipped. Simon handed her his badge while she gnawed on her bubblegum. Her blonde ponytail swayed to the side as she tilted her head. A smirk suddenly stretched across her face.

“What?” Simon huffed.

“Nothing,” she hummed as she slid his card back. He eyed her before heading towards the elevator. Simon yawned as he stepped inside, his limbs aching and heavy from his workout. He couldn’t wait to finish his homework and collapse in bed. He strode off of the elevator, scowling when he saw a sock wrapped around the doorknob.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny,” he muttered under his breath. Simon slipped towards a bench in the hall, pulling out his phone and checking your social media.

Last Updated: 1 Month Ago

“Fuckin’ hell. Where are you, (Y/N)?” he thought aloud.

A few minutes had gone by before Johnny’s new girlfriend, Eileen, walked out of the dorm-her shirt on backwards and hair done in a messy bun. Simon and her met eyes for a split second, her cheeks turning bright red before she quickly slipped into the elevator. Simon strolled into his room, the smell of sex hanging in the air.

“Took you two long enough,” he retorted. Johnny wore a smirk as he finished changing the sheets on his bed, his boxers messily hanging from his firm hips.

“Thought you’d be out until late tonight,” he shrugged. Simon grunted as he shut the door behind him.

“So, any word from (Y/N)?” Johnny asked. Simon shook his head as he tossed his duffel bag at the foot of his bed. “Sorry, mate,” his roommate replied.

“It’s fine,” Simon said as he slid into his swivel chair. Johnny hummed as he climbed into his bed.

"How late you stayin' up?" he asked.

“Probably not long after midnight,” he explained. "Got some assignment I forgot about due to practice," he continued. Johnny stretched in his bed.

"You know what sign they put up at the last Procrastinator's Anonymous meeting?" he asked. Simon didn't even want to indulge, though he still gave a grunt in response.

"'Meeting Rescheduled'," the Scotsman snickered.

"Very subtle, Johnny," Simon replied as he rolled his eyes. Johnny sighed.

“I'll be here all night," he chuckled as he bowed slightly. Simon read over the prompt for the discussion, groaning as he tried to find decent responses to reply to.

"I'm actually scunnered. Keep the brightness down, will yah?” Johnny yawned.

“Yes, princess,” Simon teased. He felt a pillow hit the back of his skull, just barely pushing his head forward.

“Haud yer wheesht,” Johnny grunted. Simon pressed play on some music and turned it up along with the brightness of his laptop.

“Sorry, I don’t understand!” he raised his voice. Now a shirt was flung across his head.

“I know you do-you’re just bein’ a bastard!” his roommate yelled while tossing a sock on top of the shirt. Simon chuckled before turning the music and brightness down. Johnny collapsed back into his bed, the soft sound of snoring following not long after.

+++

You giggled as Simon pushed the two of you into the closet.

“Hush, lovie. Someone could hear us, you know,” he warned with a smirk. You bit your bottom lip, your hands wandering up and squeezing his wide shoulders.

“Let them hear,” you purred. He groaned as he grabbed your hips, his lips ghosting over yours. His heart raced as Simon closed the gap between you two. Sparks exploded inside of him when he captured your soft, sweet lips with his. The feeling of your mouth on his own was intoxicating-wrapping him in a blanket of bliss.

One of his hands came up and cupped your cheek as he tilted his head. His lungs burned from the lack of oxygen before he finally pulled back. His heart pounded against his ribs as he drank in your shadowed features. Simon's broad chest rose and fell as you leaned towards his ear.

“Simon-"

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Simon gasped as he jolted awake. His alarm screamed incessantly before he slapped it. He grumbled and stretched, his body slightly aching from his previous workout. He doesn't even remember slipping into bed last night, his mind completely drained from doing homework so late.

“Have a nice dream?” Johnny hummed. Simon’s eyes widened when Johnny held his phone up to his face. He frowned when he saw a picture of him hugging his pillow and messily kissing it.

“Delete that. Now,” Simon grumbled. Johnny pulled his arm back.

“Nah-I think I’ll keep it…maybe even show the team,” Johnny grinned cheekily. Simon lunged forward and snatched the phone. “Hey!” the Scotsman protested. Simon tapped the picture and quickly deleted it. “You’re no fun,” Johnny huffed as the Brit handed his phone back to him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Simon muttered. He grabbed a ready-made protein shake from the fridge before stuffing his laptop into his backpack.

“I’m off to class,” he said.

“Make good choices!” Johnny sang in a more high-pitched voice. Simon rolled his eyes despite the smile that crept over his face.

“I’ll do my best, Mum,” he called back before shutting the door. Simon cracked open his protein shake, taking a swig as he walked to his Intro Psychology course. He was by no means a psych major-he just needed the gen Ed credits to graduate. He would probably enjoy it…if it didn’t start at seven-thirty in the morning. The classroom was almost full by the time he walked through the door.

“About time you showed up,” Kyle said as Simon lumbered over to the desk across from him.

“Class hasn’t even started yet this time,” he said as he put laptop on his desk.

“This time,” Kyle emphasized with raised brows. Simon sighed as he pulled up his notes.

“Good morning,” Professor Laswell said as she strolled into the room. A few “mornings” were thrown around the room. Simon stared off into space as the professor booted up her computer. The large screen in the front of the class blinked a few times before coming to life.

“Remember, everyone: your essays on classical and operant conditioning are due a week from now,” she reminded as she pulled up the virtual meeting for the online students. Simon groaned internally, remembering the abysmal state of his essay. It wasn't that he hated doing schoolwork-it just took too much time away from rugby. Simon's eyes lit up when he saw a name pop up on the wide screen in the front of the room.

(Y/N) Price

He glanced down at his laptop. There were plenty of students who were still joining the meeting. Surely, he wouldn’t be noticed that easily…

Simon opened his email and clicked the link to the meeting, quickly typing up his name before entering. The professor clapped her hands.

“Alright, I think everyone is here. Now, let’s recap what we discussed on Tuesday,” Professor Laswell began. Simon opened the chat box. He took a deep breath as he typed his message.

“Hey”

He bounced his leg and held his breath as he waited for your response, the lesson fading into background noise. His heart fluttered when he saw a new message.

“Hi”

A wide grin spread across Simon’s face. He adjusted himself in his seat.

“I didn’t realize you were in my psych class,” he typed. A few seconds passed.

“Maybe if you didn’t fall asleep all the time you would’ve noticed,” you replied. Simon chuckled quietly.

“Do you find positive forms of punishment amusing, Mr. Riley?” the professor lilted sarcastically. His smile fell as he looked up. All eyes were glued on him.

“No,” he said. The professor’s lips twitched slightly.

“I see. Mr. Riley, could you tell me the name of the psychologist who utilized classical conditioning by using dogs in his famous experiment?” she asked. Simon’s palms felt sweaty as he dug through his digital notes.

“Well…it’s-“

“Ivan Pavlov,” you said. Simon smiled down at his screen.

“Ivan Pavlov,” he stated. The professor raised her brows.

“I’m glad you’re finally paying attention to the lectures,” she said. A few chuckles were heard around the room. The tips of Simon's ears burned as Professor Laswell turned back to her presentation.

“Thanks,” Simon replied.

“Don’t mention it,” you typed back. He tapped on his keys for a minute and bit the inside of his cheek.

“Did you get my texts?” he asked. Simon wrote down some notes while he waited.

“Let’s just focus on the lecture,” you finally said. His shoulders sank when he read your message.

“It's been a while since we've talked. I-” Simon paused. "I want to see you again"-is what he wanted to say. He rubbed his chin and sighed. "I wanted to make sure you're okay," he finished. Several minutes passed after he sent it.

“I’m fine,” you said. Simon’s brow arched at your response. He wasn’t about to push you any further, though...you've already been through enough.

“Okay,” he replied. The professor droned on about positive and negative reinforcement. Simon scratched his chin before an idea popped into his head.

“So, I'm not very good at this psych stuff,” he typed. Silence. “I was thinking that maybe, if you're free, that you could help me out with my essay?” he asked. A longer stretch of silence followed. Simon nearly jumped out of his chair when you finally replied to him.

“I don’t really feel like going anywhere,” you said. Simon tilted his head.

“Maybe I could come over to your place?” he suggested. One would think his leg would flip over his desk with how quickly he was bouncing it.

“Are you sure? My dad's gonna be there,” you said. Simon lost some color in his face as his leg stilled.

“You live with your dad?” he typed.

“Yeah. It’s a bit of a drive, but it's way less expensive than living in a dorm,” you replied. Simon nodded as if you were right there talking to him.

“Does Sunday work for you?” Simon asked. He held his breath and leaned closer to the screen of his laptop.

“Sure. I'm free around 3,” you said. “PM, not AM,” you added. Simon’s shoulders bounced slightly as he laughed as quietly as he could.

“It’s a date, then,” he replied. His breath hitched right as he hit “send”.

“See you Sunday,” you simply replied. He stared at your message, over and over again while trying not to spring out of his seat.

“That’s all for today. Please make sure you finish module two by next Tuesday and the essay by Thursday,” the professor stated. Several students closed their laptops and started to shuffle out the door. Simon scowled when Kyle nudged him with his elbow.

“Have a good chat with your girl?” he teased with a cheeky grin.

“Yeah. Oh, and your mum says 'hello', by the way,” Simon retorted. Kyle rolled his eyes before slipping out of the room. Simon shook his head before a bright smile crossed his face.

He was finally going to see you again.

———

Thank you for reading! ❤️

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[whateveriwant]

I know I’ve already gone on and on about what it’s like to have a size difference with Simon Riley, but I’m sorry, I just will never get over how big and strong this man is.

Like I feel like sometimes his size gets lost on us since he’s surrounded by other tall, buff military guys all the time. But y’all, I’m telling you, this man is big. Like 6’4, 250+ pounds, big enough to eclipse the sun big.

With a man that big, it honestly doesn’t even matter what size you are because he’s always going to be bigger and stronger than you anyway. You can be tall, short, stocky, thin, whatever, and this man is still fully capable (and willing? 👀) of snapping you in half like a twig.

Are you worried about potential home invaders? Well, you shouldn’t be. One quick flick of his wrist and he’s breaking the neck of anyone who tries to threaten you. Did you accidentally lock yourself out of the house? Well, don’t bother calling a locksmith. There’s no lock left to pick after he’s just caved the door in with his foot. Do you have a really stubborn jar you’re struggling to open? Well, hand it over, love. He can crack that sucker open in half a second flat.

But Lord, don’t even get me started when it comes to all the ways Simon uses that strength of his in the bedroom.

Like when he tells you to sit on his face so he can eat you out. Don’t even try it with that nervous, hovering, “I’m too heavy, Si,” bullshit. You better sit your ass down right when and where he tells you to or he’ll hold you down by the hips until he’s had his fill.

Or when, after a night of heavy flirting and teasing, he’s got that look in his eye as he corners you against your entryway wall. Don’t be surprised when one moment your feet are firmly planted on the ground, and the next you’re lifted into the air, your legs slung over his arms as he drills into you like you’re his own little fuck puppet.

Or when he’s got you spread out on his bed, got your knees up by your ears, got the backs of your thighs burning in a way that’s matched only by how your walls have to stretch to take his thick cock. Don’t think he’s being mean or malicious when he sees your eyes well with tears but does nothing to change the way he’s fucking down into you. It’s not that Simon doesn’t care whenever you cry and quiver and plead with him to go easier on you, it’s that he knows the truth. He knows that, deep down, you love when he handles you like he isn’t afraid to break you.

[bi-writes]

ok ok how about mute?ghost who you aren't sure if he's actually mute or if he just chooses not to say anything. you hear a different answer from everyone you ask. (18+)

ever since mexico, wouldn't say a fucking word.

nah, mate, he's been zipped shut since he enlisted.

heard it was a mad accident.

what you mean? heard him telling off privates not even a year ago!

well, since you're a certified yapper, and ghost can't (won't) tell you to shut up, you make him your living diary. whenever you see him around, you sit next to him, stop by his office, hop up onto his desk and talk to him. you tell him about your day, about the recruits that bother you the most, about the meals in the mess hall being worse on saturdays than on mondays (fuck, you'd think the weekend would put some pep in their step, no?).

but gosh, when ghost finally had you seated in his lap with your pants around one ankle, you really weren't expecting to hear him.

pussy-drunk, tongue out, hands gripping your ass as he listens to the wet smack of your thighs against his, and that's all it takes for him to let out the filthiest groan you've ever heard, enough to make you spiral, see red-hot stars, to shake and cry until you're cumming and babbling and even more incoherent.

when they talk about ghost, you still keep your mouth shut. you're still not sure if he talks, fuck if i know, is what you say.

but if you suck his cock just right, you're certain he's singing.

[lanialania00]

[manicrouge]

'I'm too old to do anythin' like that now,' Simon says, shaking his head.

'But daddy,' whines the little girl standing in front of him, her small hands tugging at his black t-shirt, 'mummy was telling me all about how you a- and my uncles used to save the world and I wanna learn cause I wanna be just like you!'

He lifts his head, spying you standing in the doorway with a bright grin on your face. 'What you tellin' her that for?'

'Because she wants to know how to beat the boys in the street when they're having water fights,' you say, 'thought your military experience would come in handy.'

'They're always laughin' at me,' she pouts, 'and sayin' I can't fight cause I'm a girl.'

There's a switch that is flipped at her confession and when he looks to her and then raises his head to look at you, you swear you're looking at the Lieutenant instead of your husband.

'Is that so?' he asks, to which your daughter nods her head quickly. He holds his hand out to her and she takes it happily. 'We'll teach them to mess with a Riley, ey sweet pea?'

[leafavleo]

GHOST likes to gentle fuck you when you’re sad. Your eyes full of tears because you had such a bad day and everything made you upset. Your soft, plump, salty lips meeting his, because he can’t let you go to bed sad.

He’s gently spooning you from behind, holding your hips and thrusting slowly in and out. You don’t even have to move, he has it all figured out.

One of his hands wander to your bare breasts, gently squeezing and caressing there. His warm breath hitting the back of your neck as you feel his muscular body pressed tightly against yours.

You can’t even remember why you were crying earlier, because how well Ghost is handling you. You reach your hand behind to grab his arm as you feel the sweet peak of releasing coming.

“I knew you could do it.” He whispers, his tone low and raspy as his lips do not leave your sweet, soft skin even for a second.

Your sniffles earlier turns into little moans and gasps of pleasure, his cock so gently penetrating your insides, making sure that no tear will left your eye anymore, but it’ll roll down your leg.