“You are squishing me.”

“I’m afraid you will live.” He bluntly says.

Simon was currently draped across you on your shared bed, essentially pinning you to the mattress. His eyes were closed as his head lay on your chest. He just came home from a mission, only to start a new one: snuggle with his lovie AKA you. Lucky for you he stopped to take a shower. Anyways, here you were, glued to the mattress as Simon just breathes you in.

“Was it a tough one?” You ask.

“Always is rough when I can’t see you for a month.” He huffs.

“I’m sure you did a great job, Price told me last time I saw him that he always is proud of how hard you work, he tries to tell you but you don’t let him.”

“He’s a sap.” He says. You only laugh, turning your head to kiss his head.

“Well Mr. Riley, I say we call it a night.”

“Mrs. Riley, I have been waiting for you to say those words.” He grunts, lifting his hand up to pull the light switch off.

“I love you Simon, I’m glad you are home.”

“Me too, lovie, me too.”

He presses deeper into your chest, giving it a small kiss. You begin to rub his back and neck, putting the 6’3 military man to sleep just about instantly.

simon riley is definitely the kind of guy who likes to smack your ass. a man won't miss a chance to do that.

you're lying on your stomach reading a book - smack.

you're cooking something in the kitchen, dancing — smack

you're standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror, getting ready for a new day - smack.

(need him)

Thinking of Ghost carting around a tiny notebook, it’s basically a keychain that hangs from his belt loop. The kicker? It’s cute. Like, uncharacteristically so, for a man like Ghost that is.

It’s fucking pink. With goddamn glitter and a cat on it. With a small, pink pen to match!

Everyone who’s seen the keychain all think they’re having a damn stroke seeing the stupid thing for the first time. It’s so small, like if was meant for a kid, so what the hell is a Lieutenant doing with a fucking keychain notebook?

The purpose is debated to this day. To keep track of all he kills in the field? Marking losses? Reminders for the future? Fucking journaling his feelings?? No one even know if Ghost ever uses it, but are well aware that the man is strangely protective of his notebook, like some sort of rabid dog. snapping at anyone who tries to take it, and god forbid someone touches it. At least they know he’s aware of the pink notebook.

But the real reason Ghost even has it? Why would he even carry such a dainty, childish thing like that? How could he even manage to write so small with such large, almost clumsy fingers?

It’s where he writes his jokes.

It’s his fucking personal joke book.

simon riley isn’t the biggest pet person. he’s on deployment a lot, so he doesn’t think he’d be a good pet parent. he’s also not too keen on getting slobbered on.

you, on the other hand, are a proud owner of three chunky cats. you’ve had them for years now and can’t imagine your life without them. on one of your dates, you had asked simon if he was a cat person or a dog person.

he said he doesn’t really like pets.

you contemplated ending things there, but you really liked him and you hoped your cats were adorable enough to change his mind. the moment he stepped foot in your apartment, he was immediately bombarded by your furry babies. you don’t know what you expected, but you didn’t expect him to freeze up, trying not to move as your cats smelled and licked at his fingers.

fast forward a year later, simon has become a constant in your life. when he’s not in the field, he’s at your place lounging around. he has a key since he’s there so often anyways.

after one rainy, shitty day at work, all you wanted to do was lay under the blankets and cuddle up to your man. when you open the door to your bedroom, you’re greeted with a sight that warms your heart.

he may not have chosen to be a cat parent, but your cats seem to have chosen him <3

bedtime with olderboyfriend!simon <3

thinking of older!boyfriend!simon who says “lights off” before turning off your nightstand and leaving you to scroll endlessly on your phone in the dark. he thinks it’s an indicator that you should be going to bed, but once he’s rolled over he can still hear the incessant tapping of your fingernails scrolling through each video and image on your feed. he clears his throat, hoping you’d get the hint. when he hears the clatter of nails again, he grunts at you. “phones off too, pup. y’know damn well it’s jus’ gonna ruin your sleep,” he huffs matter-of-factly, and you whine a little protest before conceding. you place your phone down next to your lover’s and curl up under the covers beside him.

and i can't move on, babydoll

simon is stuck in a dead center, like the bermuda triangle, disappearing from your radars every time you two get a little closer than the last time — where his kisses linger, the touch of his calloused hands remain on your body longer, and he stays until late in the morning.

every time he allows himself a little more, and then tries to pretend that nothing happened, disappearing into the shadows into which you have no way, hurting himself in the process, and breaking you by each fragile piece.

but no matter how far he goes, no matter how persistently he ignores your desperate messages, the ones that soaked in sincere worry, drowning himself in someone else's body, which is not soft enough, warm, loved enough — he still returns to you, his precious babydoll.

like a wet dog that has bitten and now begging for forgiveness, licking your wounds with his warm, chapped lips on yours and your naked body — presented to him once again without any doubt or regret, while simon's hands pick up all the cracked, fragile pieces of you back into a whole.

and he'll stay longer again, maybe until lunchtime this time, and maybe simon won't disappear at all this time, but will take you with him.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

I headcanon (and include unconfirmed canon comics) that reboot Simon Ghost Riley’s last name isn’t actually his father’s surname. It’s his mom’s maiden name.

For most his life he tolerated having his father’s last name on legal documents and hearing others refer to him with the surname. Probably signs up for the military using Riley instead of his father’s name. After returning from his first tour and kicking out his father from their home he had the surnames legally changed for his mom, Tommy, and himself to Riley.

He wants no association or connection to his father, and cuts him out. And after the death of his family, he’ll always see Riley as continuing his mother’s memory, and will forever have a negative association with his father’s surname when he hears it, even if it’s someone good. Not that he really acts out on it.

He’ll always be grateful for making that decision once he finds someone willing to take his last name as their own, and hopes his mom, Tommy, and Beth are smiling down on him.

I’LL TAKE HIS LAST NAME

Older boyfriend Simon! Who spoils you like you’ve never seen money before.

Older boyfriend Simon! Who tries to hide his boner when you send him pics at work.

Older boyfriend Simon! Who wraps his arm around your neck and squeezes to the point where you can’t breathe.

Older boyfriend Simon! Who lets you ramble about your problems to him, reassuring you you’ll be okay.

“Yer okay love.”

“I know I know, that fucker shouldn’t have spoke to ya like that hm?”

Older boyfriend Simon! Who comes home to panties laid out by the door and runs to the bedroom, watching you touch yourself on your shared bed. Growing rock hard in his pants. Rubbing your clit and moaning his name.

Older boyfriend Simon! Who you submit to, loving how you clean up and cook for him. He adores the way you act submissive.

Older boyfriend Simon! Who lets you peg him after you begged and gave him a blow job.

“Fuck darlin.. gotta push it in that far don’t you? Jesus fuck baby slow down.”

Older boyfriend Simon! Who got you a guard dog to protect you, he plays with the dog every day like it’s his son.

Older boyfriend Simon! Who drives you around whenever he can, loving the smile on your face as you see the area around you.

Older boyfriend Simon! Who makes you call him daddy.

Older boyfriend Simon! Who pounds into you, rubbing your body like you’re just a dumb fleshlight. Loving how you moan and scream his name.

“That’s it ya dumb slag. Takin’ daddy’s cock like a good girl hm?”

Older boyfriend Simon! Who loves to show you off to his friends, making you sit on his lap while the game is on and pulling your panties aside. Watching price, gaz, and soap’s expressions go from curious to horny. Seeing your pretty cunt.

Older boyfriend Simon! Who shares you with his team, letting you become a stress relief.

Fanon Ghost VS Canon Ghost

I made an old ramble a few months ago about my opinions on Fanon Ghost but it was honestly poorly written so now I want to take the time to actually do an analysis thing on the differences between Fanon Ghost and Canon Ghost because this is one of the biggest mischaracterizations out of the MW characters and a surprisingly large amount of the fandom uses this mischaracterized version while making Ghost content.

In Fanon, Ghost is often depicted as a coldhearted bastard who refuses to let anybody close to him and constantly pushes people away. Fanon Ghost is cold, mean, and quiet even to his loved ones. He does care about people, but he sucks at communicating it and had a slight problem with lashing out at others whenever he gets nervous or scared due to the way he was raised. There's also a version of Fanon Ghost that's rather abusive and mean, being rather selfish and fulfilling the edgy lone wolf archetype

In Canon, Ghost is rather distant to people he doesn't know well and tends to remain professional and generally mission focused. BUT once he gets use to someone, he is incredibly loyal to them and will be their ride or die. He has a more playful and humorous side that comes out the more he warms up to a person. He will even abandon the mission goal and his own safety just to make sure the people he cares about are okay (As he does with Soap in the alone mission). He isn't scared to show that he cares, he will even outright say he cares like he does to Soap in MW2. He may take time to trust and warm up to people, but once he does that person has a genuine and loyal companion for life. We also do not know if his past with his abusive father, everything with Roba, and his family dying are all Canon since that past was only mentioned for OG Ghost and has not been mentioned with Reboot Ghost yet

Canon Ghost has his flaws sure, like how he openly admits to regretting saving people because it gave Hassan time to get away in MW2 and how he has committed literal war crimes, but he's not some cold stoic asshole and he's most definitely not abusive. He's a little closed off at first, but has a fun and humorous side that will come out once he begins to trust that person.

“Put it back.” He says.

“No. Look at this face,” you coo, “I can’t put her back.”

“Oh, yes you can put that fleabag back.”

“Her name is Cake.”

“I don’t care if her name is fuckin prime rib, we aren’t gettin’ her.”

If Simon thought this conversation was going in his favor he was terribly wrong. He thought back to everything he said in this previous conversation that made you think he was going to break, which he did, he was currently picking out a collar for Cake.

“No spikes, Simon she’s a princess.”

“Why not the spikes? T’scare off intruders.”

“Yes because she looks so ferocious.” you say, sarcastically.

“You got to pick the damn cat, I get to pick the collar.” He says.

“Fine.” You say, maybe when he’s gone on a mission you can say it broke. Easy peasy.

“We’ll get two, in case one breaks.” He says. Of fucking course.

i have it in my head that if simon married a foreigner, he would want to speak a little of their native language. so riley would have downloaded dualingo and, though i have little faith in it, an app for chatting with native speakers. and if you saw his profile description, the only thing you'd see there is "I'M MARRIED" in big letters.

I’m crying thinking about Simon being a good uncle to Joseph.

Thinking of Simon who’s watching cartoons with his little nephew until the wee hours of the morning, tucking him into bed after a long day of play.

Simon taking Joseph to the local park and being so engaged with him as he plays. Playing chase and being purposefully slow so Joseph can tag him, pushing him on the swing, and helicoptering over him as he plays on the monkey bars.

Joseph poking fun at his uncle for the silliest things and Simon playfully shoots back equally silly jokes til his belly hurts with laughter.

Simon, in the quiet of night after a long day of spending time with his nephew, wonders to himself if Joseph would like a few younger cousins. Cause now, he’s thinking about a few kiddos himself, if he finally decides to hang his beret up and find a nice partner.

Simon would be so attentive when your on your period.

He knows your on it before you even say anything, he’s almost positive right from when you get up but it’s confirmed when all you want to do is lay down on the sofa wrapped in a warm blanket and watching something cheesy that Simon pretends he doesn’t like and snacking away on something sweet and comforting. The scowl on your face from the discomfort throughout your body makes simon want to just take all your pain away.

He’s not immature and won’t get grossed out with your periods, he’ll happily buy you what you need and provide you with painkillers before you even ask. If you thought he was attentive before he’s like a whole new man. Cooking, cleaning and any housework is all done in a flash. Sheets are changed into fresh ones and the bed is loaded with more blankets then arguable necessary so you have maximum comfort. a nice warm, bubbly bath is made up, he’s always there in anyway you need him.

his large hand resting on your lower stomach to provide warmth that no hot water bottle or heating pad could provide, his hand so soft over your cramping stomach. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear and if you let him - gently rubbing circles with his thumb to try and ease of cramps.

His rough hands giving the best massages wherever you ask him to massage. He’s not the best at first, but being as observant as he is he quickly figures out what you like and what you don’t and he finds your sweet spots fairly quickly, and god does he play into it.

I think he would probably be quite anxious the first month, still figuring out what you need and like. You would have to ask him to do a lot of stuff but he never had a problem doing it, as the months went on and he knew you and your body more you need to ask for very little Because most things have already been done.

(He low-key gives me vibes that he would just not see you for your first period as a couple - maybe even the first few. Like he would just avoid you for a few days, he didn’t know how to handle it and that was his instinctual reaction. But I will give him the benefit of the doubt and say he did stay by your side right from the beginning. Even if he didn’t have a clue what to do haha.)

thinking of husband!simon who can't get enough of making you cum. nsfw under the cut. | husband!simon, overstimulation (kinda), fingering

“surely you can give me another, lovie” your husband taunts you, eyes peering at your reflection in the mirror. he’s got your legs spread for him, trapped under his own legs as his fingers—middle and ring—find themselves curled deep within your cunt. he’s smirking at you teasingly while your head’s rested against his shoulder. normally he hates when your eyes break contact with his, but today he allows your brief reprieve from his gaze because he’s feeling generous. truthfully speaking, he knows he’ll be asking for ‘just one more’ at least two more times before you’re boneless before him. your lover curls his fingers along the spongy cushion buried within your walls, prodding the soft material with a coy grin splayed across his features. his eyes are sharp as he watches your hips wriggle against the assault in a weak attempt to free yourself. he’s feeling generous, so he lets that silly little action go unpunished. he figures he’ll tax you for each offense; give him one more for his troubles, sweet girl. you whine at the intoxicating thrusts of his digits against you, body overheating as the coil within your abdomen winds tight. the sounds of your squelching cunt makes your cheeks heat with embarrassment, only worsened with the teasing lilt of your husband’s filthy words in your ear. “doin’ so good for me, sweet girl. ‘s almost too much isn’t it, baby?” he sounds like pure sin, panting as though the sheer feel of your cunt squeezing his fingers would do him in. you both know it would; your lover could cum with the sheer feel of your cunt spasming around his tongue, let alone his fingers. he’s hard against your ass, and each wiggle and writhe of your sweet hips making him grunt deeply against your skin. the tightening in your cunt alongside the soft moans of his name let your lover know you’re so close to the edge, so close that you can practically already taste it. he knows, and he makes sure you reach that peak quicker by circling your hard, throbbing clit with his thumb. “oh, sweet girl,” your husband coos at you as your orgasms crests, leaving you trembling in his grasp. Simon’s a bit cruel with the way he thrusts his fingers harder against that sweet spot while spewing filthily in your ear. it’s too much, always too much when he’s this sexy and all yours before him. as you ride out your orgasm, he coaxes you into rocking your hips against his thick fingers. “ride my hand baby, watch yourself ride my fuckin’ hand,” he moans in your ear, free hand gripping your jaw and forcing your gaze to your reflection in the mirror. the sight is enough to have your cunt squeezing his fingers so tight he could barely move, huffs and whines slipping from your pretty lips while he continues his assault on your overstimulated cunt. “please, Si” you whimper with warmed cheeks, eyes pleadingly looking into his own. he lets out a gruff groan, relishing in the tears that speckle your lash line. “just one more,”he lies to you, and you whimper softly knowing it’d be far more than one before you were done.

a/n: rbs + likes greatly appreciated. also, taking requests. also also, if you'd like the insanely long (and kinda fanon/self-indulgent) oneshot i wrote for halloween!simon, lmk

simon gets drunk quickly, being quite sensitive to alcohol — something that others are completely unaware of, even his mates, because his every emotion is well controlled, and his reddened skin is hidden behind the fabric of imposing balaclava.

but you know how charming his rather pale skin looks while being covered with a pinkish blush, pupils are dilated and absorb his already dark brown eyes, somewhat reminiscent of roasted almonds, making them even darker and more bottomless.

you're not afraid to let him go out for a drink, not only because you know he's going out with his close comrades from the army, but also because you know that at the end of the evening he'll be back in your arms, even on slightly wobbly legs, with unfocused vision — he knows you'll be waiting for him at home, with a mug of his favorite tea ready.

and he wouldn't trade that feeling for anything else in this world.

your care and trust in him makes him dizzier than alcohol, with how sweetly you help him shed his jacket and combat boots, neatly moving everything out of the way before gently wrapping your arm around his biceps, leading him from the threshold into the depths of your shared house, to the dimly lit kitchen, where you carefully sit him down on a chair.

a warm mug of fragrant tea, the smell of freshly cooked dinner on the stove is in the air, the fluttering touches of your fingers when you stroke simon's shoulder and biceps, standing next to him when he pulls off his balaclava and puts his lips on the edge of the mug, taking a few sips, and almost purrs with pleasure.

you watch with a smile, squint your eyes and continue to silently stroke simon wherever your hand reaches, before he turns with a slight crunch of a wooden chair to wrap his broad arms around your waist, hoisting you onto his burly lap and immediately covering you with warm, sloppy kisses, each one warm and carries scent of smoke and bourbon.

it makes you giggle, his light, barely overgrown stubble rubs against your soft cheeks and temples, where warmth blooms beneath his little kisses as your arms curl against his neck and you press closer, head lolling against his sturdy chest as simon squeezes you lightly, letting you listen to each steady beat of his heart.

and it's beats for you, cause simon breathes and lives just to feel your care and touch, to repay you for your tenderness by giving you all of himself.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

Simon Riley who insists that Sunsetz by Cigarettes After Sex is your song.

Simon Riley who makes it a tradition that he plays that song every time he comes back from a mission.

Simon Riley who doesn’t care what time it is, witching hours, early morning, late afternoon, he’s bringing you into his arms.

Simon Riley who looks at you with nothing but pure adoration as you slow dance around the kitchen.

Simon Riley who hopes to melt into you so he’ll never have to feel what it’s like to be without you ever again.

Simon Riley whose bottom lip trembles when you meet his gaze with just as much love.

Simon Riley who can’t help but cry when you place the softest, sweetest kiss known to man on his lips.

Simon Riley who knows he wants to marry you when you brush away his tears with your own teary smile.

Simon Riley who doesn’t ever want the song to end, because then he’ll have to let you go.

Do not copy, translate, transfer (plagiarise) or take ‘inspiration’ from my writing.