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T'ILL MORNING

Simon riley x FEM!reader | fluff, smut | 321? Words |

Warnings: smut, fluff, p in v

A/N: also sorry for deleting my writings all of my writings were so unorganized at all

16+ underage dni

The morning sunlight streamed in through the curtains, painting the room in a warm, golden glow. Y/N lay in bed, her body still tingling from the night's activities. She could feel the weight of Simon pressed against her back, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her, their entwined limbs tangled in the sheets. For a moment, she relished in the comfort of his embrace, the heat of his skin against hers, before a delicious memory flooded her senses.

The previous night, they had been unable to sleep, their bodies aching with desire. Simon had slowly stripped her naked, his hands trailing over her skin with a possessive tenderness. He had entered her with one forceful thrust, filling her completely, and from that moment on, it seemed like they couldn't get close enough. His thrusts were rough and demanding, each one making her moan and squirt with uninhibited pleasure. It had been the most intense and unforgettable experience of her life.

Now, as she lay in bed, savoring the warmth of Simon's body and the lingering afterglow of their passion, she couldn't help but wonder how they had gone so long without exploring this side of their relationship. It was as if they had both been waiting for this moment, for the chance to finally give in to the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. She knew that from now on, their connection would be irrevocably changed, forever marked by the memory of this perfect night of love and lust.

She shifted slightly in his embrace, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. His skin was warm and smooth, and she could feel his heart racing beneath her ear. The scent of his cologne filled her nostrils, mixing with the unmistakable muskiness of their lovemaking. She let out a contented sigh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Thank you, Simon," she whispered softly. "That was... incredible."

He shifted slightly, turning his head to press a kiss against the top of her hair. "You're welcome, love. I've wanted this for so long." He paused, his voice rough with emotion. "I never wanted anyone else but you."

Y/N felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine at his words. She knew that they had both crossed a line last night, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of rightness, of completion. They belonged together, and last night had only served to strengthen that bond. She wrapped her arms tighter around him, reveling in the feel of his strength and the steady rhythm of his heart.

As she drifted back to sleep, she was aware of the weight of his hand on her hip, guiding her closer into his body. She knew that when they finally woke up, their lives would have changed irrevocably, but for now, they could just be together, wrapped in each other's arms, and savor the memory of this perfect night.

Poly!Ghoap You, Johnny, and Simon all travel to Johnnys hometown and spend the holidays with his family. (Johnnys mom LOVES Simon and would trade Johnny for him.)

Poly!Ghoap will split up home chores, Johnny will be outside and doing ‘blue jobs’, Simon likes doing laundry because I think he’s an organized king, and you have to cook because these boys cannot (seriously please don’t let them in the kitchen)

Poly!Ghoap who has fun hobbies, I imagine Simon likes knitting because his mom did. Johnny would love building mini figurines (he was definitely a Lego kid no debate)

Poly!Ghoap unironically loves rom-coms and will be sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn for the new episodes of Love is Blind.

Poly!Ghoap has AWFUL sleeping habits. Johnny cannot stay still, even when he’s sleeping. And don’t even get me started on Simon, because when he’s home, he sleeps like the dead and sounds like I, too. I mean snores like a dad, so get ready to worm yourself out of bed at 1 am and sleep in the guest bedroom (don’t be surprised when you wake up squished back in between your boys)

your honor i’m BEGGING and PLEADING to see simon riley in clone armor PLEASEEEE😫

Baby face ghost

Task Force 141 had seen a lot of strange things in their time—war crimes, black ops gone wrong, the inside of a Gulag—but nothing, nothing, could have prepared them for this.

It started like any other morning at base. Soap was making coffee, Gaz was half-asleep over his breakfast, and Price was nursing a cup of tea like it was the only thing keeping him from murdering someone. Everything was normal. Peaceful, even.

Then Ghost walked in.

Wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants.

Every conversation, every movement, every thought in the room came to a screeching halt.

Ghost—Lieutenant Simon “Bloody Death Incarnate” Riley—was absolutely jacked. Broad shoulders, thick arms, abs carved like a Greek statue. It wasn’t just the muscles, though; no, the true crime against reality was his face.

Because it was adorable.

Soft, smooth skin. Rosy cheeks. A button nose. Full, pouty lips that belonged on a goddamn romance novel cover, not on the most feared operator in the SAS.

Soap blinked so hard he nearly concussed himself. “Mate.” His voice cracked. “What the actual—?”

Gaz made an inhuman noise, halfway between a wheeze and a choked sob. He looked at Price for guidance, only to find the Captain had momentarily short-circuited, eyes locked on Ghost like he was staring at an eldritch horror.

Ghost—oblivious to their collective existential crisis—walked over to the coffee machine like this was a completely normal occurrence. He grunted in approval when he found Soap had already brewed a pot.

Price was the first to recover. “…Ghost.”

Ghost hummed as he poured his coffee. “Hmm?”

A loaded silence.

Price sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Put some damn clothes on.”

Ghost, still blissfully unaware, took a sip of his coffee. “Didn’t think you’d be such a prude, Captain.”

Gaz sputtered, nearly choking on his food. Soap still hadn’t blinked.

“Simon.” Soap’s voice was barely above a whisper. “How. How have you been hiding this?

Ghost finally turned to them, brow furrowed. “Hiding what?”

Gaz gestured vaguely at all of him. “This!” He sounded genuinely offended. “You walk around like some grim reaper from hell, sounding like the physical embodiment of a war crime, and you’ve been looking like—like—”

“Like a goddamn cherub,” Soap finished, still staring.

Ghost rolled his eyes, setting his coffee down with an exasperated sigh. “It’s just a face, Johnny.”

Soap jabbed a finger at him. “No. No, it’s not just a face, Ghost! That face does not belong to the same man that made me do a hundred push-ups in the rain because I missed a shot on the range!”

Ghost just shrugged, like they weren’t having a full-on crisis about his existence. “Y’done?”

“No, I’m not done,” Soap hissed. “Because now I’m thinking—Ghost, you ever been carded for beer?”

Ghost’s eye twitched. “What?”

Gaz let out a strangled laugh. “Oh my God, you have, haven’t you?”

Price, having finally gathered himself, stood with all the authority of a war-weary father who had long since given up on controlling his wayward children. “Alright, that’s enough. Gaz, stop laughing. Soap, shut up. Ghost, clothes. Now.”

Ghost huffed but turned to leave. As he walked out, Soap called after him, voice still thick with disbelief.

“I knew no man could be that terrifying all the time!”

Ghost flipped him off on his way out.

Very old. Very demure

Not me having a dream last night of shielding and trying to protect Simon Riley with my mid size body versus him wanting to shield me instead with his large hulking body against the would be assassin.

We were protecting each other back and forth, swapping places on who would rather be hurt repeatedly till I woke up from the dream.

“simon riley would put you in a headlock” “simon riley would be so mean during sex” “simon riley would spit on you and-”

NO, HE WOULD NOT. DON’T LIE. YOU’RE LYING TO THE PUBLIC BECAUSE HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD NOT BE ANYTHING LIKE THAT.

you know his backstory right??? you know his trauma right??? how he was physically, mentally, and sexually abused right??? and we all can assume the number of walls this man has built around himself is astronomical RIGHT???

which is why there is no way on god’s green earth that i believe simon could ever be that cruel with his lover. like, EVER. you broke down every barrier he had, proved every bad thought and insecurity wrong, made him feel strong without his barriers. after that, he wouldn’t be able to even lift a finger against you.

once simon is yours, he is YOURS. there is no question about it, no second thoughts. you fought this hard for him, so he’s giving it all to you. he would never actively try to hurt you. how could he even think of ruining his own piece of heaven?

to me, he isn’t a “i’ll burn the world down for you” kinda guy. he’s a “the world could be burning, and i would still choose you” kinda guy. you’re his ride or die. if he were dying, he would want it to be with his head in your lap, your fingers in his hair, and the only thing in sight being your smile.

and that isn’t to say simon’s a saint. you most definitely still get his sarcasm and dark humor to the MAX, but you get so much more as well. you get his laughter, his gentle touch, his whispers of adoration. you get his back to you as you spoon him from behind, because he’d built a habit of never turning his back to someone. you get to rub moisturizer on his scars, you get to wash away the black paint on his eyes and kiss his weary face whenever he returns from a long mission.

in no life— this or the next— could simon riley ever be cruel to his lover.

but if you asked Ghost for it? completely different story.