SimonĀ āGhostā Riley x (Chubby) Reader (Comfort)
Alright guys Iām back and ready to rock and roll. I have been MIA due to a death in the family and some other things going on in my life. This fic was requested by @igottabouncebounceinsideurbixhāĀ and I truly hope you like it. This is going to be a comfort fic, but if yāall want something raunchy yāall know to message me or ask. Without further hindrance of this fic I present to you Simon āGhostā Riley being a caring loving man that we all know he is deep down inside. Warnings: PCOS symptoms, Talk of Panic Attack and Some Sexual Talk/Situations! I do not own Modern Warfare or any of the characters!
The day was getting worse by the minute as you felt the pain in your lower abdomen. You had been stressing about your condition for years now after you had joined Task Force 141 to be their hacker when the need arose. Price had specifically asked for you since you were the daughter of his Captain back in the day. That's right you were Captain MacMillanās one and only child, and when Price had asked you to join them as their hacker you couldnāt turn him down which your father beamed with pride when you had told him.
Now though you werenāt sure this was going to work. The basic training that you did barely helped you lose any weight, and you were sure that your condition wasnāt going to do you any favors either. The condition you suffer from is PCOS which stands for Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. Your periods were never regular. The cyst when they ruptured were so painful they had to prescribe pain meds, and the weight you wanted to lose just would not go away. No matter how hard you trained with Soap or Gaz to help lose it it just stayed.Ā
Even when you changed your diet it still wouldnāt go away. You were nervously wringing your hands as you felt a panic attack coming on. Soap made you jump when he put his hand on your shoulder. āLass, are yeā okay? Yer white as a ghostā, he said. āIām fine, just a little twinge in my side. Must be from the workout. āWell me and Gaz are going to run a couple miles if you want to hang backā, he motioned to Gaz as he stretched for the run. āI think I might go sit down for a minuteā, you agreed.Ā
With a wave and grin from Soap they set off leaving you to relax for a minute, but relaxing would have to wait. Pain in your abdomen almost sent you to the ground as you swayed. You started to walk back to the barracks when another wave of pain took you to your knees. You could hear someone calling to you, but with the amount of pain you couldnāt make out who it was. Another cramp sent you all the way to the ground curling into a ball. A figure blocked out the sun casting a shadow over you.
When you looked up Ghost was starting to kneel down. āEasy dove Iāve got you. Gonnaā take you to the infirmary a'ightā, he soothed. He scooped you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing and started walking to the infirmary. āGhostā, you sobbed as another wave of pain hit. āI know love jusā hang in thereā, he hummed. As he walked he noticed all the men staring at you. āWhat the bloody āell are you lot lookinā at! Get back to mindinā your own bloody business!ā, he yelled out. Within moments all eyes averted and got back to doing what they were doing before.Ā
You flinched as another wave of pain washed through your abdomen, and when Ghostās eyes met yours he seemed to be in pain just like you. āGhost what happenedā, the female doctor asked. āShe collapsed and seems to be in a lot of pain. Itās gotta be her conditionā, Ghost answered. You let out another sob as the pain seemed to get worse. Within moments the Doctor had you in a private room and checked you over. āWell it seems that several cysts have ruptured, and Iām going to give you some pain medication to last you a couple days. I donāt want you doing any exercising or heavy lifting, or having sex until you feel betterā, the doctor rattled off. Ghost sat in the chair beside you and nodded along with what the doctor was saying.
Doc prescribed you some pills, and made you take two of them while she was there to help get you some relief. āNow these pills make her dizzy and extremely tired. Keep an eye on her the next couple daysā, she told Ghost knowing he would follow her instructions to the T. Once you had your discharge papers Ghost helped you to your room. He helped you sit down on the bed as the pain medication worked its way through your system.Ā
āLove, I want you to change and rest like the doctor orderedā, he told you. āPass me thaā shirt ova thereā, you slurred as the drugs started taking their toll. He let out a small laugh as he grabbed a shirt then realized it was one of his. āYa stole one of my shirts?ā Ghost asked bemused. āIt was warm and smelled like youā, you giggled until pain made you stop. āI āave a couple more things I need to get done today, but Iāll be in to check on ya throughout the rest a the dayā, he smiled underneath his mask.Ā
You stood to take off your clothes leaving you bare in front of him. You tried to hide your body as you pulled his shirt over your body. āLove you donāt need to be so self conscious I love you no matter whatā, he admitted. āIām not fit like you are. Iām fatā, you responded. āEnough of that love, besides I would be concerned if you were fit like me cuz then you would probably be a manā, he huffed a laugh. It got you to smile as he stepped up to you pulling you in close, lifting up his mask and kissed you.Ā
He helped you lie back down and he pulled the covers over you as the drugs made you fall asleep. Kissing your temple he pushed some hair that had fallen behind your ear. You mumbled his name and he smiled, pulling his mask back down and heading out to finish his day. By the time he got done it was late, and he knew that you wouldnāt have been able to go to the mess to get you some food. He went in and quickly filled two plates with
Ā Food then took off for your room.
When he opened the door you were sitting against the wall your bed was against hugging a pillow and crying. He locked the door then sat the food down walking over and pulling you to him. You buried your head into his neck sobbed as he held you and whispered soothingly to you. When you pulled away he watched you carefully. āI hate my body, it's ugly, fat and so brokenā, you criticized. ā
āNo, don't ever say that love. Your body is fine the way it is. So what you have love handles. Means I have something to grab hold of when I rail you into the mattress or to hold you close to me. Or these thick thighs when they squeeze my head when I eat you out. Or these soft breasts that make the world's greatest pillows or something fun to play with. This is the body of a woman, not a girl. A strong woman who has a place on this team, and if anybody doubts that Iāll beat em to a bloody pulpā, he smiled as his hands wandered over your body.Ā
āI just feel like no matter what I do I can't lose weightā, you sniffle. āItās alright love. We are all made differentā, he told you. āYeah but you could have a skinny fit girl in your bed instead of thisā, you gestured to your body. āBut I chose you, not some slag that couldnāt do the things you do. I will always choose you loveā, he caressed your face. āThen why have you never told me your real name or shown me your face?ā, you questioned. āI thought ya woulda hacked that information alreadyā, he said. āNever I respected you too muchā, you smiled.Ā
āMy real name is Simon Rileyā, he relayed. āSimonā, you breathed. His eyes snapped to yours when you said his name so softly. His eyes were hooded as he watched you think it over. āThe name suits youā, you told him. He hesitated as he thought over revealing his face. āYou donāt have to show me your face. Your name is enoughā, you said, reaching up to caress his mask-covered face. He seemed to relax some as he stood up turning to grab the food. Maybe you had pushed a boundary by asking about showing his face.
āI brought you a plate you need to eat and I donāt want to hear it will make you fat. Your body needs carbs and protein to functionā, he scolded before you could protest. He pulled his mask up to his nose and waited for you to start eating before he did. This is how it had been when he found out you were starving yourself when you first arrived. After that he would bring food to your room and make sure that you ate. That's how you had fallen for him not his physique although that was an added bonus, but his caring nature under the hardened exterior he built around himself.Ā
Ghost or Simon was telling you about early missions with Soap when Graves had betrayed them. āHe was shaky so I started tellin jokes to help ease himā, he relayed. āWhat kind of jokesā, you interrupted. He watched you for a moment before he sighed heavily. āTwo goldfish are in a tank. One turns to the other and says you know how to drive this thingā, he said. You giggled and twitched when the pain started coming back. āYou need another pill, love. Hold on Iāll get itā, he told you as he grabbed the bottle.Ā
āYou got any more jokes?ā, you inquired. He shook his head but answered, āYeah I doā. āWell let me hear 'emā, you beamed. āWhy donāt blind guys skydive?ā, he said. You shrugged when nothing came to mind. āIt scares the shit outta their dogsā, he finished. You giggled as you told him how awful but cute they were. You took the pills without hesitation, and sat back as he continued telling you about his time in Las Almas. Once he was done he noticed how your eyes started drooping, and knew you needed to sleep.Ā
āWill you stay with me tonightā, you yawned. He looked towards the door then shrugged, pulling his shirt off over his head and grabbing a pair of gray sweats he kept here for this reason. You watched as his muscles moved under his skin and how some of his scars caught the light. You groaned when he pulled his sweats up, giving you a full look at his ass. You have seen it a hundred times now, but it never fails to make you almost drool all over yourself. He chuckled when he heard you groan, āDoc said no sex until you feel better loveā.Ā
āI just think she is jealous and wants youā¦. All to herselfā, you yawn as the meds start to kick in. He moves into bed beside you and you curl into his side. As he sat there he kept replaying the words in his head of you asking to see his face. āLove, remember when you asked to see my face?ā, he proposed. āMhmā, you mumbled. āYou can remove my mask if you want to. I trust youā, he answered. This had you shooting up beside him as you just looked into his brown eyes. ā Are you sure I mean I donāt want to overstep a boundary? I donāt want you to feel pressured into itā¦ā, you rambled until he took your hands into his own. The heartbeat in your ears was deafening as he slowly put your hands on the bottom of his mask. You just sat there staring wide eyed unsure of yourself. āItās alright love I chose you for a reason. I trust youā, he declared.Ā
You slowly lifted the mask in case he changed his mind until it slipped past his eyes and all the way off. You gasped and his eyes flickered open to see you smiling as you ran your fingers over his nose and cheekbone. āYou have light brown hairā, you whispered as you combed his hair with your fingers. āWell Soap was definitely wrongā, you said caressing his face. āWrong about whatā, he said leaning into your touch. āThat you were ugly under that mask. You're absolutely the most handsome man I have ever laid my eyes onā, you whispered as you leaned in to kiss him.
After a few moments you pulled away to place kisses all over his face and down his neck until he grabbed your arms pulling you to him. āWhat if I had an ugly mug under this mask?ā, he asked in seriousness. āIt wouldnāt have mattered. I chose you for a reason just as you chose me for a reason. Looks arenāt everythingā, you admitted going in for another kiss. He pushed you away slowly even though he was enjoying it if the tent in his gray sweats were any indication. āIt's time to rest, love. Doctors orders. We can do this another time when you're not in pain or high on painkillersā, he grinned as you pouted.Ā
āFine but as soon as Iām not on pain meds or in pain I want you just like thisā, you said nuzzling into him. āJust like whatā, he said. āWith your mask off under me as I ride youā, you slurred as sleep started to set in. āBloody ell woman, I need to sleep too ," he chuckled. āLove youā you yawned. āLove you to doveā, he whispered. Within moments you were asleep and his mind drifted to his purchase a couple of days ago. The velvet box nestled in his tac pants right now was all he could think about. He would ask you when you were off the painkillers. Maybe after you made good on your promise of riding him he would get down on his knee and ask you to choose him again as he had chosen you.
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The end guys! I hope you all like it and as always feel free to message me or ask me. Iām willing to make task force 141, Los Vaqueros and Kƶnig fics so hit me up to add it to the list. Until next time š
Before (1/25/23) and after (7/14/23) 6 months of laser treatments. I will NEVER shut up about how beneficial laser therapy is for women who struggle with hirsutism and the effects of it. The mental toll it took on me as a woman was unreal but completely understandable. No woman wants to lose her sense of femininity. The treatments can be a bit pricey depending on where you go, but it is 1000% worth every penny. Invest in yourself!
Before things get too far ahead of me, I thought I needed to take the time to sit down and write out this post.
First of all: for anyone who is currently considering hysterectomy out there, or has been told they need one for one reproductive problem or another, and is searching the internet desperately for theĀ āwhat ifsā andĀ āoutcomesā, let me just say this: breathe.
I know, not all cases are going to be like mine, but I want to go ahead and put my experience out there, and itās ALL GOOD, so if youāre desperately looking for some GOOD NEWS, you found it.
Background: I have Hashimotos and PCOS, which causes a veritable STORM of problems in my body. Symptoms galore. The worst was when my period decided it was going to keep coming back every other week and it made me anemic. (low red cell count, low iron, all the fun stuff). I was MISERABLE. Combined with my various OTHER symptoms from both issues (high blood pressure, liver and kidney problems, mood problems, sleep problems, headaches, etc etc) my PCP (thatās primary care physician) finally looked at me months after trying to wrangle the anemia in line and it just kept getting worse, and said: āWith everything thatās wrong with you, have you ever considered hysterectomy?ā with a cringe. I nearly leapt across the room in tears to hug him. Iād been trying for almost three years to find someone to do that for me after already losing one ovary to a cyst that grew to 10 centimeters (yeah, you read that right).
So, long story short, PCP was able to give me a referral to a different OB/GYN who was willing to work with me despite myĀ āyoung age/lack of children, yada yada yadaā, and I will NEVER be more grateful, let me tell you. I mean, donāt get me wrong, I got the usualĀ ācautionary taleā from the OB/GYN, as per usual (Oh, youāre going to go into premature menopause, and youāre going to lose all sex drive, and blah blah blah) and I was just like: Sir, I would like to stop bleeding my life away, who gives a fuck. I donāt have ANY sex drive at present, because Iām too god-damned tired and out of breath to even walk from one end of the house to the other because of the anemia, and my body is so fucked up from the hormonal imbalances caused by my OTHER hormonal issues, I wouldnāt even know. Hot flashes? Have those. Mood swings? Have those too. Give me a break. Besides all that, Iām Ace, have no S/O, and take care of my disabled mother. I donāt want children, donāt have TIME for children, aināt interested in pleasing anybody but myself, and if Iām not interested in a night with myĀ āspecial toy boxā well then thatās all right with me.
After a brief fight with the insurance (which didnāt want to pay for my surgery OF COURSE), I got my hysterectomy.
IMMEDIATELY after surgery, I noticed a HUGE change. Iām talking the MOMENT I woke up.
This body had been in PAIN. NON-STOP. And I didnāt even know it. I didnāt even know it until my uterus and remaining ovary were gone, and the pain of surgery was so MINIMAL compared to the pain I had experienced BEFORE surgery, that I could have DANCED out of that damned hospital if they didnāt have me hooked up to more devices than I even want to name. The nurses couldnāt believe that I didnāt want pain meds, but I seriously DID NOT FEEL A THING. In fact, it wasnāt until about 3-4 days AFTER surgery, that the surgery pain finally faded, and I realized I HAD IN FACT been in pain after surgery, but it was SO FREAKING MINIMAL, that I hadnāt noticed.
Let me tell you something I would NEVER go back to that pain, I donāt care what anyone offered me, I would rather die.
My mood lifted (of coursee it did, I wasnāt in crippling pain all the time anymore), Iāve had less headaches, sleep is still sketchy, but my blood pressure improved (again, less pain will do that) even my Hashimotos briefly improved. (I say briefly because Hashimotos is a tricky bitch and nothing ever lasts with it..) My red cell count has finally stabilized, though almost six months later weāre still waiting on the iron to catch up.
Physically, my freakinā BODY changed. I mean SWELLING went down all OVER my body. Puffiness from my face, limbs, tummy, all of it. It wasnāt THAT drastic, but thereās a difference enough that people ask if Iāve lost weight and tell me I look SO much better.
Not to make too much of a point on it, but yes, even the swelling of my vulva and labia went down, which shocked the hell out of me. My clit reappeared, go figure. And thatĀ āsex driveā I was supposed to lose? Um, Hell No. I think she took a U-turn and came back to see what was new.
And for those that are wondering: yes, I do achieve orgasm still. Yes, I do achieve orgasm faster and easier. MyĀ āG-spotā is extra-sensitive now, and there is now no pain associated with penetration. The main difference that Iāve found in the six months post-hysterectomy, is that if you like those deep, cervical orgasms, you will unfortunately lose those if you have your cervix removed. I did, because cancer runs in my family. And it seems not a moment too soon, because fibroids, calcified cysts, all that fun stuff were part of the lab findings. Could it have been a non-issue? Certainly. Could it have turned nasty with everything thatās wrong with me? Absolutely. Iād already been warned I was at high risk for Endometriosis.
Also, so far: Iām not on hormone replacement therapy. My doctors are playing it by ear. We donāt want to send my body into another panic spiral while itās still finding a new balance, so in another month or two, we do more tests, see where Iām at and discuss.
Now for the:Ā ābut all these articles sayā portion of our blog. I know. I read those. But as someone else pointed out: Almost all those articles were written by men. All the nay-sayers ARE MEN. Why do you think that is? What the FUCK do they even know about womenās health anyway? Are they female? Do they HAVE the REPRODUCTIVE MATERIAL NECESSARY to make judgements on whether or not hysterectomy is beneficial to women in my position or not? NO.
So, for ME, hysterectomy was VASTLY beneficial. I donāt have a single CLUE how I survived for all those years without it. I know I was miserable. I didnāt know HOW MUCH, but now that I do, there is no way in hell I would ever make a different decision than the one I did, and I am SO HAPPY that I finally got this done.
I made this blog to help me talk about my struggles whilst trying to conceive my second child with PCOS.
I was diagnosed when I was 16 and was warned I would have trouble conceiving children in the future, this devistated me because all I have ever wanted to be in with world is a mother.
When I was 19, I met my soulmate. And 2 months into our relationship we found out I was pregnant.
It was a complete accident but we were still over the moon and so excited to be parents. I loved being pregnant and I was very prepared to be a mum.
At 20 weeks, my waters broke. We were assured there was still a chance we could make it to viability but unfortunately 3 days later my sons cord fell through my cervix, which sealed our fate.
Our son, Aspyn, was born 3 days later at 21 weeks. He passed during birth.
TTC after losing a child is hard, but its a hell of a lot harder with PCOS. It's been 6 months since my son passed and I have only had 1 period in that time.
I'm here to lose some weight, impliment more positive changes for my body and kick PCOS's ass so my partner and I can finally give birth to a child who can cry when they're born.
Everything I do is with my son in my heart, he can never be replaced or forgotten š
