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simonrillleyyysss · 6 months

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imagine having a teddy that reminds you of simon so you sew little clothes for it that resembles simon's uniform (the tact gear, the black attire, etc!) and when simon catches you with that teddy that seemingly wore clothes like him, he would lose his mind and fuck you while you hold your teddy because you were just so needy and in love with him that you just had to have a mini simon teddy as well so he could be around you 24/7 !!!

OHHHH YWSYEYSEUESYES

first time simon sees it is when he’s helping you arrange the teddies in colour coordinated order, his gaze flicking to the black and white halloween themed stuffie—skeleton printed on its forehead, the bear wearing a little diy tactical vest, and boots

he thought it was cute!! would ask you what it was to tease you, watching you become all flustered and whiney cause of him realising;((

‘what did you name m’?’

‘simon…’

honestly, he was content with the fact you took comfort in a stuffie resembling him, and it even gave him a bit of an ego boost—his silly dolly couldn’t stay away from him for a few minutes? it even had his cologne sprayed!

‘ever hump it?’

‘ewww!’

he’d have you on all fours, ur arms wrapped around the black bear in your grasp as he thrusted into you from behind, heavy balls slapping against the soft curve of your ass, his hands moving to knead at your hips, slamming you back to meet his thrusts of desperation!!

‘si-sisiisiiii!’

you squealed out, cunny fluttering around him as you dug your face into the fur of the stuffed animal, feeling him pat your head with a large palm.

‘that’s it, pup..take it all for me, yeah’? tell your teddy how good it feels.’

the male growled into your ear, watching you weep out in pleasure.

‘it feels-oh—it feels so goouhh..goouhd!’

he’d have u babbling with his cum pouring out of your aching hole, smiling as he lifted the bear and played with it.

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whateveriwant · 3 months

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Simon Riley rough sex this. Simon Riley hard kink that. What about silly sex with Simon, huh? What about fun, carefree sex? What about goofy, awkward, ‘Ouch, you're on my hair’ / ‘Oh shit, sorry, love’ sex with Simon? Huh??? Ever think about that?

Simon who trips and falls after getting his feet caught in his trousers. Simon who fumbles his words as he tries to dirty talk, because you just feel so damn good he can't think straight. Simon whose sweat drips and stings your eyes as he holds himself above you. Simon who attempts to keep a straight face after one of you makes a fart noise, but then he breaks, which makes you break, and then you're both just dissolving into a fit of laughter. Simon who accidentally elbows you in the head as you're changing positions. Simon who misses your lips as he tries to kiss you in the dark, catching the tip of your nose instead. Simon whose voice cracks super loudly in the middle of a moan. Simon who forgot to lock the cat out of the room, and now she's jumping on the bed with you. Simon who has to pause and take five minutes after he gets a bad cramp in his leg. Simon who grins and chuckles to himself as he cums, biting his lip as he's overwhelmed by a feeling of bliss.

And finally, neither Simon nor you really worried about finishing, because at the end of the day all you care about is having fun together.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #cod smut #ghost cod #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #don't get me wrong. i love the rougher stuff as much as the next person #but sometimes i want silly goofy domestic simon too

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dmitriene · 7 days

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simon riley loves himself a chubby girl — being a big man he is simon addicted to the feel of weight against him, as well as the softness, plushness of the supple flesh, and he isn't small by himself at all.

he's got a lot of muscle mass, a wide body with a small belly and wide palms that will fit perfectly on your body, he's ready to swear he's just going crazy when he sees the chubby girls, and you've come to him at the best time to knock a man to his knees before you.

simon is gentle and caring — all the best for his girl, he can't keep his hands to himself, he can't stop carrying you in his arms like a princess and moving mountains for you alone, he even learned to cook, no matter how difficult it is, just to please you with your favorite treats.

and he especially loves you in the bed, with passion and tenderness, stroking the supple skin and every fold and your pudgy belly as if you were about to shatter like a marble sculpture.

simon treats you like one, too — calloused and rough, wide palms caress every hollow and stretch mark that forms on your skin like tiger stripes with a tenderness that makes you shudder, fingers greedily, almost possessively gripping your rounded ass and digging in before moving to your waist.

he caresses, kisses, whispers sweet words of affection that slip past his thin lips with rumbling purrs like — “fricking hell you pretty, my beautiful girl with such a perfect, mind blowing body„ and you can't even muster anything harsh against yourself, tell him he's not right, because he is, you're a goddess to him.

a goddess with a sweet, fat pussy that he likes to devour with you sitting on his face, your body is literally limp and occasionally trembling with small convulsions of pleasure while simon's crooked nose fidgets and rubs against your clit, his wide tongue flattens against your weeping, fluttering cunt.

you drown his face in your honey like sweet slick and creamy cum, letting it dribble past your folds against his lapping tongue that already curls deeper again — simon won't let you off till he pulled at least couple of orgasms out of you.

because he likes to see how you look when he folds you in missionary, to see your glossy and half lidded delirious gaze, your body feels even softer, limp after all that he's done with his tongue, emptying you completely and leaving only mess and pulsing need in your puffy, clenching pussy.

so simon will fuck you nicely, stuffing you full of his meaty cock as you'll cunt grip him tightly, sucking him balls deep and he wouldn't even mind — harsh rolls of his hips leaving you gasping and mewling into the thick air, skin glistening with sweat as he toys with your pretty, rounded tits and cups them as gently, while rearranging your insides.

he'll make you cum again and again, fill you with his potent, creamy loads just to see how it dribbles out of your gooey cunny, making simon's every new thrust squelch.

and he won't stop fucking his pretty girl into the mattress, with his slightly pudgy stomach rubbing against your belly — until you squirt all over the sheets and shake against the sheets, vision whitening out as your cunt clamp and pulse around his fat length, with simon grinning smugly.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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starryylies · 1 month

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can we get baby fever simon when we tell him we're pregnant?!?

ੈ✩‧Simon when you’re preggo *ੈ✩‧

✰☺︎✰~ Bby fever: manifested to reality ~✰☺︎✰

🍼 Simon whose eyes betray him when tears flow out when you give him the news

🍼 Simon who falls to his knees on the ground kissing your stomach thanking you over and over for giving him such a blessing

🍼 Simon who gets right to it, finding baby supplies, trollers, pacifiers etc

🍼 Simon who buys a crib from ikea which leads to him cursing the instruction paper calling it stupid and badly explained

🍼 Simon who completely stops drinking infront of you, quitting it to release himself from the past.

🍼 Simon who makes you sit at home and relax like a pretty wifey so you don’t exert yourself

🍼 Simon whose praises for you are constant the entire day, from when you get up till when you sleep

🍼 Simon who gets very overprotective of you like a guard dog.

🍼 Simon who finally has the courage to visit his fathers grave only to look down on it and say he will never treat his kids like that

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wingedjellyfishflight · 6 months

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Hands Off

You tell Ghost that you're pregnant. He is ecstatic and wants to shout to the world. When you say you want to keep it quiet for a bit, he agrees and understands. Anything for you. Unfortunately, he can not curb his protective tendencies that have now ramped up to a 15/10. You're honestly surprised that he allows either of you to leave the house or for you to be away from him from any length of time. While he has always carried a pistol holstered at his waist, now he carries a minimum of two and an assortment of knives, first aid supplies, and anything else he thinks you might possibly need. This includes ginger in a minimum of two forms just in case you start feeling sick.

It takes less than a week for everyone to find out. Not because Ghost can't keep his mouth shut, but because he. Can. Not. Shut. It. Off. The moment any of the men crowd you, he is inserting himself between you and them, becoming a solid wall with a glare that could immolate a weaker person on the spot. You have to send him on errands to get any space at all, making for some concerned glances and raised eyebrows. When König pushes you playfully while he is across the room, Ghost explodes. Knocking König to the ground and pinning him there with a knife to his throat. König holds his hands up in surrender, confused as to what happened. It is your hand curling around his shoulder and your pleading voice in his ear that redirects him. He whips around, one boot planted firmly on König's chest and caresses your belly carefully, asking over and over if you are both ok.

You smile weakly at the room at large as they stand in shock. "Surprise! I'm pregnant." You could hear a mouse fart in the silence that follows. Then, weakly, "Congrats, Bubu" from the floor. "Oh, no. Ghost, let him up." Ghost moves his boot reluctantly, dragging it across König's chest. You punch his arm for being such a brat, but his face shows zero remorse. As König stands, the room breaks out into whispers. Your face flushes in embarrassment, and Ghost starts digging in his pockets. "Ginger chew? Hard candy? Emesis bag? Are you sure the baby is ok?" He is nearly feral trying to care for you. It starts with a quiet snicker from Soap, then the team begins laughing in full force.

"Never thought I'd see Ghost panic."

"Is he like this all the time now?"

"Ghost, you know we will keep her safe." The last is earnestly said by Captain Price.

"Then keep yer bloody mitts off! God damn touchy-feely pricks." You wrap an arm around his waist. "Our touchy-feely pricks, Ghost. Our friends."

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #cod fluff #call of duty #konig cod #domestic fluff

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deunmiu-dessie · 26 days

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sorry, was thinking about doing domestic things with fiancé!ghost, like making cookies and him messing up something in the process 💀--- cause even though ghost is good at most things, this man does not have a cooking bone in his body, maybe he can make a few simple meals but for the most part ( something you taught him btw ), he'll leave the meals and meal prep to you ( besides, he enjoys ur cooking ). so when you pull him to the kitchen and ask him to make cookies with you, he's reluctant but of course he agrees, ( he'd burn the world if you asked ) though, making cookies is a lot harder than he expected😭

"si, the butter--- it's burning."

your fiancé, always standing so tall and imposing, is slightly hunched over the stove wearing your pink apron that you had 'forced' ( wouldn't call it that since he literally bent down so you could put it on him but... ) over his head. despite him being so focused on the task at hand, he'd ended up burning the butter rather than browning it.

"ah fuckin' hell."

he stirs it for one moment more before looking down at you, "y'sure we can't use it?" he mellows at your beaming smile, deflating as you shake your head.

"simon, baby, it's basically tar."

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ (rehehehehe how simon looks most days when youre teaching him to bake.)

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cannedmuffins · 1 year

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I needed a older more exhausted Daddy Simon so I added 2 more children to Ghost and Hawk’s family (I also used references of Samuel Roukin for his look here 👀).

Little treat under the cut to match the last Daddy Simon post

He’ll always have that dog in him

#my art #cannedmuffins #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod #call of duty #mw2 #modern warefare 2 #ghost #ghost x reader #ghost x oc #simon riley x reader #dad!ghost #dad!simon #domestic!ghost #ghost x Hawk #cod oc #call of duty oc

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Dad!Ghost, eating an apple :

K/N, looks up at their dad : Daddy?

Dad!Ghost, looks at his child : yeah, kid?

K/N, tilted their head : Where’s your dad?

Dad!Ghost, slowly stop chewing : Where’s my dad?

K/N, oblivious : Yeah. Where’s your dad?

Dad!Ghost, mentally preparing himself :

K/N : Why didn’t you meet your dad?

Dad!Ghost, internally sighs : . . . I was adopted, actually.

K/N : Why?

Dad!Ghost, shrugs : Because my dad didn’t want me.

K/N, feels bad : Awww……

Dad!Ghost, nods : I know.

Dad!Ghost : ……my dad never wanted me, so a new dad (Price) came and got me.

K/N, being unfairly adorable : I want you. 😊

Dad!Ghost, froze :

Dad!Ghost, suddenly becomes emotional :

K/N, giggles : Your daddy was lame.

Dad!Ghost, kneels down to his kid’s level : Please, give me a hug, kid.

K/N, embraces dad tightly : ☺️

Dad!Ghost, rests his face against his kid’s face : That’s exactly why I had you.

K/N, laughing gleefully : I want you daddy!

Y/N, recording from the other room with tears of joy : 🥺🥹💞

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yawnderu · 5 months

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Plagueeeed by thoughts of being Simon's medic gf who spent most of the time studying and never really bothered learning how to cook.

Performing impromptu surgery, putting soldiers back together, saving lives... it's what you excel at, not baking. You're looking down at the homemade bread you made, proud of your little experiment which seemed fairly decent until you had a bite of it. It was bitter, and way too salty.

''Can't be that bad.'' Simon's arms wrap around your waist from behind, planting gentle kisses all over your shoulder while you wash down the bitter taste with milk.

''It's awful, Si. It's like I made this handcuffed, blindfolded, and with the enemy pointing a gun to my head.'' He chuckles softly, letting go of you to take a piece of the bread, giving you a small smile.

''I'm sure it's not that bad, love.'' He regrets his words as soon as he takes a bite of the bread, shoulders tensing up and eyes widening slightly, though he tries to hide it and keeps chewing it, waiting until his mouth watered to be able to swallow. He doesn't want to upset you or make your disappointment worse, even though you can see through his lies.

''S'good.'' He rasps out, going to take another bite despite how bad it actually tastes. You look up and him with an amused smile, grabbing his wrist and offering him the glass of milk instead, which he downs like he has been walking in a desert for 12 days and Jesus Christ himself offered him water from his holy hands.

''I really don't know what went wrong— I swear that flour had something evil. A hex.'' Your words drag a snort out of him, warm hand ruffling your hair before he pokes the bread, a small smile on his lips at how... odd it looks from the inside.

''You can try later, yeah? This time with fewer evil spirits.'' The smack to his arm hurt more than he'd like to admit.

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simonrillleyyysss · 6 months

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I’m so glad i found a blog that writes for us girly readers,❤️

Simon with a shy reader that’s embarrassed to be naked in front of a man for the frist time 🥺

i’m so glad i found people who enjoy my blog 🩷

thanks for ur req!!

simon isn’t one to pressure, he keeps his distance and takes things at his own pace—and that goes for his significant other, too. so when you’re changing infront of him for the first time and you’re humiliated, he’s slightly curious, yet leaves it to stir; looking up from his book, watching your hands quickly rifle through the drawers.

‘y’right, love? seem panicky.’

he rasped, cocking a brow upwards as his finger tapped against the aged page of the book on his lap, your hands coming to cover your bra and panties timidly, sheepishly nodding.

‘mhm! all—all good!’

you quickly dismissed, shoving on a pair of shorts and a hoodie— a hum coming from his lips.

-

he had you on his lap, lips pressing against the soft skin of your neck, hands curling around your waist like you were fragile porcelain, your head resting on his broad shoulderblade like it was a cushioning of some sort, breath hitching when his hand moved to slide your shirt off, wiggling slightly.

he immediately came to a stop, looking up at your tense shoulders and scrunched nose.

‘y’ alright?’

‘i’ve never..’

‘i’ve never been naked; in front of.. a man.’

you whispered in embarrassment, hiding your face in his hand as simons head cocked to the side, letting out a soft chuckle while gently moving your wrists away.

‘darlin’, you ain’t gonna be naked.. you’ll have your..knickers on.’

the male reassured, kissing your cheek as his hand moved up to his own shirt, slipping the thin fabric over his head, patting your thigh encouragingly.

‘there, better?’

with a nod of your head, he slowly removed your shirt, placing it neatly beside on the bed; reaching up to kiss at your shoulder, hands kneading at the plush of your hips, moving to caress your midriff with soft hums, listening to your shaky breaths.

‘cant—can’t do it.’

you quickly muttered, reaching for your shirt as he nodded, helping you slide the fabric back on and gently lifting you from his lap, soft smile painted onto his lips.

‘never gonna rush you, dollie.’

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the hot water of the bath dripped along his spine, scars covering each crook and cranny; back pressed against the cold edge of the tub, letting himself soak off after a long day, hands rubbing soap into his skin.

a gentle knock on the door caused him to cock a brow, waiting before the door slowly peeled open, your head peeking around it.

‘si?’

‘y’alright?’

he asked, reaching for a towel to get out—stopped by your sudden dismissal.

‘no-no, don’t..’

‘can i.. get in?’

you murmured, watching his brows raise with mild shock, before a nod followed; covering his eyes with his palms, humming.

‘you..don’t need to do that anymore.’

you broke the silence, watching his arms fall back down in relaxation, rolling his shoulders as he brought his knees up so you had more room, slowly sliding your shirt over your head—followed by the removal of your bottoms, before hesitantly sliding off your undergarnaments and stepping into the bath, leaning against him.

‘how lucky am i, to have such a gorgeous partner?’

he gently mumbled into your neck, kissing the skin.

#ghost x reader #ghost imagine #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley headcanons #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #domestic ghost #simon riley ghost #domestic ghost x reader

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lululandd · 10 months

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simon ‘ghost’ riley trusted you with his home address so you decided to:

im supposed to be asleepge but this came to mind and had to write it quick (gn!reader)

♡ prank him.

harmless pranks ofc. you replaced his front door mat. quick and simple. it says “this is not a whore house, but a whore home.” if you had stayed long enough you wouldve heard him laugh. the mat is still there to this day.

♡ send postcards!

his house is mad boring and you decide he’s another person you would send postcards to. he gets those corkboard thingies and pins them (with the back scribbled out after taking pics of them ofc)

♡ visit.

his place might be dead empty as fuck but he’s got the comfiest sofa and blanket. you know that story anthony mackie tells people about sebastian stan’s sofa? that’s you with ghost’s sofa. he’s even got the large cashmere blanket and you don’t shut up about it.

♡ send foods.

yeah he subs to hellofresh or something equivalent (or more expensive even), but sometimes you just wanna send him some fruits or some leftover baked goods. dude forgets his fruits and just stocks up on biscuits and crisps and chocolates so you gotta lookout for him.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty imagines #call of duty #scuffed writing #its very short but i just wanna do more cute domestic things

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dmitriene · 18 days

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helping simon to dye his hair, dark strands tangled with your fingers as you apply light hair dye evenly, brown eyes watching your every emotion as he squirms slightly on the chair, causing you to deliberately roll your hips and frown at him, his thick fingers flexing at your lush hips.

you cockwarm him, tight little panties pushed to the side so simon would be able to nestle his leaking, erect cock inside your gummy walls, relishing in the softness and content with feeling of your warm pussy gripping him tightly.

it makes him relax, to say the truth, not fidgeting much and letting you peacefully continue your task of dying his slightly overgrown hair, each gentle roll of your hips and small bouncing up and down his length, making his meaty cock all sloppy for you to glide on, makes simon more pliant.

he grunts quietly, brown gaze half lidded with infinite affection as he looks at your every move, light eyelashes fluttering prettily as his calloused fingers knead the plushess of your hips, rubbing up and down to your thighs, as you almost finish with your work.

it's good, to have you this close, with occasional soft kisses pressed either against his forehead or crooked nose, making simon almost purr out of the pure pleasure.

simon's body tingles pleasantly all over when he feels that you continued applying the blonde color on his hair, combing all of his hair back for greater comfort, as he busies himself in stealing couple of slow, long thrusts inside your sloppy cunt.

his cock brushes against your spongy spots messily, fat tip brushing the right place deliciously, and you let simon have his fun with an light mewl slipping past your lips — one that he swallows greedily with his lips on yours.

you both just better not overexpose the hair dye on his hair, or there will be even more work to deal with.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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starryylies · 1 month

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I would kill for a baby fever Simon.Just imagine him constantly rubbing and caressing your empty stomach anywhere and anytime.And kisses on soft tummy.

AAAAA bby fever si makes me feel so wifey

I hope you like it ~^^

* ੈ✩‧₊˚simon with bby fever * ੈ✩‧₊˚.

ꕥꕤꕥꕤ🍼ꕥꕤꕥꕤ

🍼. Simon whose free hand always reaches your soft tummy as he rubs it making it feel all warm and bubbly :3

🍼. Simon who wakes up with a raging boner after he dreams of getting your belly all big and full with his cum

🍼. Simon who tracks your cycle- buys you chocolate, crisps and hot cocoa

🍼. Simon almost becomes primal when you’re ovulating, pinning you down, ripping your clothes off, his hot breath on your neck.

🍼. Simon who sneaks on you from the back grabbing your waist as his arms find their way to your tum as he just stands there and grabs you the entire time as he watches you cook.

🍼. Simon who pins you down at the bed as he blows raspberries on your cheeks trailing down to your stomach as he rests his heavy head on your stomach whispering I love you’s.

🍼. Simon who has already picked out baby names. The sons name being Tommy with the girls name being aster or procy (self insert sorry)

🍼. Simon who knows that he will never give his son/daughter the childhood he had

🍼. Simon whose heart skips a beat when you ask him to create a family with you.

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velvetures · 9 months

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Simon is def the type of boyfriend/ husband to adopt a big dog for your anniversary present (even though it's so self serving, he just wants you to have extra protection). He even puts a little bow on the pups collar when he's presenting you with the new edition to the family. (I can see him with a Belgian/ German shepherd, doberman or even a pit mix breed)

Oh my god, there is no way Simon isn't insisting his S/O doesn't have a dog once you've become an established couple.

I think the only difference I have from your HC is that he'd already have the pup trained and nearly at full size when he brings it home for the first time.

Naturally, he's got plenty of experience after having Riley for years. And spent a lot of time sneaking some of your dirty clothes out of the house to put in the dog's kennel while it's being trained. Accustomating it with your scent and connecting your smell with something that isn't used in training unless it's a drill relating your scent to an object needing protection.

Simon isn't particularly attached to the dog emotionally in the way you're going to be. But he's adamant that other than himself, you're the only other person who will know how to command the dog. It's a safety measure that you're going to be a little resistant to at first, but once he explains that it's so you're always safe -even when he's away- you understand that it's for the best. Simon wants a loyal protector for you, and he's not risking you for anything.

In addition to that, Simon really understands and employs "scary dog privilege" tactics often. Even using himself as the warden who follows you around in public and keeps too many eyes from lingering. The dog he brings home is most certainly intimidating, yet impossibly patient and gentle with you. It's designed that way though. Simon trained the pup to think of you as mom essentially, and his only role is to always protect mom.

When he brought your cane corso home, Simon had nothing but pride for the stoic and well-trained guard dog.

The only problem with this is, you're too damn loving for your own good.

Where Simon won't let the dog on the couch, you put your foot down and demand it gets to sleep at the foot of the bed where you can tuck your feet under it to keep warm. He refuses to feed it anything other than its regimental diet, where you love making lick-mats and trialing a bunch of different dog-safe foods almost like your own little cooking show. Simon refuses to pet the dog all the time, but it's almost given he's going to come home and find you curled up with the massive beast on the couch. You -dead asleep- and the guard dog looming over your curled-up form and giving a low, malicious, growl.

Until it realizes Daddy has come home.

Then the big bastard won't leave Simon alone long enough to take his boots off without getting covered in drool and enough hair to make a fur coat.

These are the kinds of pictures you send Simon, utterly destroying his own mental image of the terrifying dog charged with keeping you safe. You're quite amused when he demands you stop making the dog look so pathetic.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #cod #cod mwii #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #velvetures writes #velvetures #simon bringing home a dog #domestic couple #squishy face cane corso #ghost is very dissapointed #anon <3

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bleuu-moon · 3 months

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stalker weirdo ghost who kidnaps your boyfriend so he can take his place……..

using your boyfriends phone to text you that he’ll be home from work late, waiting until you’re fast asleep to climb into bed next to you. and wrapping himself around you makes him feel like it’s been his place all along, even more with the way you lazily murmur “missed you”, none the wiser, curling yourself into him.

and he’s gone before you wake up, obviously. leaving you another text message that work needed him in early. it was only supposed to be for the night, just for simon to get some alone time with you. but you’re so bloody naïve, and you make playing house far too easy. so who knows, maybe he’ll see how long he can keep this charade up before having to get rid of the boyfriend permanently <3

#did i tell you i have a thing for weirdos #especially the simon riley kind #let him have SOME domesticity at least :(#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #stalker!ghost

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mactavishsgfandwife · 3 months

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Dad!Simon Takes Your Daughter Swimming 🧸

i’ve started taking adult swimming lessons recently because i literally forgot how to swim 😭 it’s so fun tho and i’m good at it now that i’ve jogged my memory pure fluff! just simon being a good daddy (i love him as a girl dad it just makes sense)

Walking out of the changing rooms, you hold your daughter’s hand at the edge of the swimming pool, looking about for her father who seems to be taking his sweet time getting his trunks on. For the mean time, you focus on controlling your hyper little girl. Her hair bounces over her shoulders as she jumps up and down excitedly in her pink kiddie wetsuit - almost giving you a heart attack every time she makes a sudden movement, for fear that she’ll slip. In that anxious state, a tall, military man wrapping a strong hand around your waist almost makes you cry out from shock.

"Hello, love," he tries to hide his chuckle at how he made you jump, planting a soft kiss on your temple.

"God, Si, you scared me!" you laugh, still a little breathless, as his toddler starts to whine and tug your hand towards the pool, her arms somewhat restricted by her small yellow armbands.

"Hey, relax," he whispers into your ear softly, taking a moment to calm your anxieties. Oh, and he thinks he’s being smooth and subtle when he checks you out, but he’s definitely not - not that you care. When he sees your tensed shoulders gently start to ease up, he lifts the baby up into the air and steps down into the pool with her, making her shriek in joy. You giggle to yourself, silently noting how your husband chose not to wear that plain black tshirt. He almost always reaches for it when you go swimming, in an attempt to hide his scary scars from the little kids and to retain some of the comfort that he finds in covering himself - the same comfort he finds in his mask. But today, he was just in his trunks, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the sight of his warm, broad back as he held your little daughter on her tummy in the shallow end, encouraging her to "kick!" and "swim to daddy, sweetheart."

With one hand on your stomach, you gently lower yourself down the pool ladder - your back faced away from it to give your (still small) pregnant stomach some room to breathe. Watching you slowly descend into the pool, Simon lifts your three year old up onto his chest so that her chubby cheek is squished against his shoulder, and swims over to you. The little girl babbles and kicks her soft legs, convinced that it will help them move faster, making simon chuckle and plant a little kiss on her forehead before he stops next to you.

"Y’okay?" a firm but gentle hand supports your lower back as you finally land your feet on the bottom of the pool. When you’re down, that same hand wraps further around your back to lightly caress your stomach, the baby in Si’s arms still babbling and trying to swim away like a mermaid (she can’t actually swim).

"’Course I am," you grin, spirit lifted by your family and by the way the water supports your belly, taking some of the pressure off of your tender body.

"Daddy’s been teaching you how to swim, has he?" you let your body float, Simon still holding both of his girls close to him in the water.

"Can swim! I can swim! Swim!" your little girl squeals, her energy shining through her purple goggles, that would leave little rings around her eyes for a few hours after she took them off

"You gonna show Mummy how well you can swim..?" your husband grins. He gently loosens his grip around her, his hands never actually leaving her sides but still not restricting her freedom of movement.

With her new-found freedom, your daughter starts to giggle and kick her legs, chubby arms flailing and splashing water everywhere.

"Swim!” she squeals, wriggling and kicking, simon gently nudging her back upright when she loses her balance, "can swim! Daddy, can swim!"

"That’s right, baby," Simon coos, a little smile growing on the face that’s typically so rugged and serious. He’s so proud. <33

i hope this was up to standard! tysm for all the love on the last dad!si post!!! i want to do my next one on her falling over (inspired by this video) bc omg imagine him cuddling his little girl and kissing her knee better 😣😣😣

thanks for reading!!

@minimimmies as promised x

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