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I LOOOVVVEEE BIG BABY GHOST. ۫ ꣑ৎ . Simon Ghost Riley x f!reader

Husband!Simon who is a totally a big baby with you. He’ll come after from mission or work, the thing he done first is throwing you to bed and cuddling you. His head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your legs. If you stop caressing his back and hair while he was tryna sleep, he’ll groan and bit your arm.—Don’t worry biting is his love language— When he fell asleep he hear nothing. Is TV volume on full? He won’t hear it.—Because of his snores—

Husband!Simon who never take off his ring. —Except dangerous missions.— His ring is a symbol of his love for his wifey.

Husband!Simon never touch, never talk or never even makes an eye contact with any women. He has his own woman so he don’t need any other woman. He is very devoted and devoted to his wife. He has eyes for no one but her. It is as if a spell has been cast on him, and no one except his own girl interests him. What a man…

Husband!Simon who enjoys walking around the house shirtless. He knows you enjoyed his muscular body. Especially his back and biceps…He teases you with doing that. Enjoys your hands roaming around his muscular top.

Husband!Simon loves to tattoo small things about you. The tattoos of things reminding him you. He’s not always at home, so he wants to remind himself about you you. He already has your photo on his wallet, but he thinks it’s not enough. This man is so in love.

Husband!Simon if you stole his wallet and went shopping without telling him. Damn, he never complains. He LOVES you spending his money. Because after all he loves to spoil you. —If you won’t spend his money, don’t worry, he’ll buy expensive things for you— He actually turns on when you came with shopping bags, and that bratty attitude of yours…

Husband!Simon knows his teammates. And he knows how asshole are them. So he always hides you from them. They know Simon is married—They learned that he’s married, after 2 years later of his wedding, don’t mention that..— But his teammates never saw her face, or never knows her name. Because Simon mentions you, if that’s necessary, saying My wife.

Husband!Simon his ego is high. He always wants to win arguments. It just…his nature, y’know. He feels good when he wins an argument. It's like being right, satisfies his ego. Even when he's in a situation where he can't be right about something, he finds a way to be right. It's always been like this.

“Don’t I said don’t go somewhere without telling me?! Do you have ANY idea how I felt when I couldn’t saw you at home, when you already said you’ll be waiting me at home?!” He yelled. His ears turned red from anger—mostly from panic— His hands turned to fists. The veins in his forehead, arms and hands would’ve be seen from meters away.

He rubbed his forehead, trying to calm himself down. His head snapped towards your when he heard a soft, quiet, “‘M sorry…” from you. Head bowed down, fidgeting her fingers.

That’s it. That’s all he needed. That’s allll his anger needed to hear, to ease. He melted like a butter on sun. He exhaled all breath from his body. And then pulled her to his chest, wrapped his arms around her fragile body. Holding her head on his chest tightly. He regretted everything in that moment. He regretted for yelling her. He regretted for being angry to her.

“‘s alright, darling…” he breathed into her vanilla scented hair. He was short tempered man. But not to her. He would yell anybody who pissed him off. He would yell until his throat aches. But when he saw his girl’s tearfilled, puppy eyes he would melt immediately. He would have forget even his own name, let alone his anger…

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

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⋆˚࿔ Being John’s little wife was the best thing that ever happened to you. John is ten years older than you. He’s big, broad-shouldered, every move he makes shaped by military discipline. But when it comes to you… everything softens. His voice, his touch everything about him turns gentle. You are his everything, and he never lets you forget it.

For example, he always wakes up before you, slipping out of bed quietly to make your coffee. He prepares it exactly the way you like, just the right amount of sugar, the perfect splash of milk. Then, he brings it to you while you’re still half-asleep, hair messy, eyes barely open. He just smiles, handing you the cup. “Morning, little lady,” he murmurs, his voice warm and drowsy.

If you’re busy during the day, he never disturbs you but he never really leaves, either. He lingers close, a quiet, steady presence. Sometimes, he brushes his fingers over your shoulder, presses a quick kiss to your temple. If you’re reading, he rests his head on your lap, just to be near you.

When you go out together, he’s always protective. His hand stays on your waist, guiding you through crowds, making sure no one bumps into you. If he spots a small chocolate he knows you love, he buys it without a word and slips it into your bag. “Saw this and thought of you,” he says simply, but the warmth in his eyes makes your heart melt.

When you get home, if you’re tired, he even kneels to take off your shoes for you. “My little wife’s had a long day,” he teases, then scoops you up in his arms and drops you onto the couch. He massages your feet with those big, calloused hands of his, smirking as he says, “These tiny feet walked too much today.”

At night, if you can’t sleep, he always notices. Without a word, he reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I’m here,” he whispers in the dark. “I’ll always be here.”

And in his strong, protective arms, you feel like the safest person in the world.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Thank you for 200 followers, gonna cry ( ╥ ᴗ ╥). This is John by the way.

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⋆˚࿔ Simon Riley wasn’t a man of many words, but his actions spoke volumes. And right now, those actions consisted of him sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, arms resting on his thighs, watching you like a man utterly engrossed in the most intense thriller of his life. His sharp, brown eyes followed every single one of your movements with laser focus—so much so that you had to stop and arch a brow at him through the mirror.

“You’re staring,” you mused, dragging a cotton pad soaked in toner across your skin.

Simon didn’t even blink. “Yeah.”

“That’s all you’ve got to say?”

A slow shrug. “You do this every night, and it still feels like watchin’ a bloody mission unfold.”

You snorted, shaking your head at his dramatics. “It’s just skincare, Si.”

“To you,” he countered, tilting his head as you reached for your serum. “To me? It’s an operation. You’ve got phases, precise steps, different solutions. Looks like chemical warfare.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. Simon, this big, lethal man, who faced warzones and threats on a daily basis, was utterly captivated by something as mundane as your skincare routine. He never complained—not once. In fact, you were convinced he could sit there for hours if given the chance.

As you dropped a few dots of serum onto your cheeks, his fingers twitched. You caught it immediately. “You wanna do it?”

He exhaled through his nose, pretending to contemplate, but the answer was obvious. “Yeah.”

You turned to him, holding out the dropper. “Be gentle.”

His bare hand wrapped around the bottle as he squeezed out a tiny amount. His touch was surprisingly delicate as he smoothed the serum over your skin with slow, deliberate motions.

“There,” he murmured, voice low, like he had just completed something of grave importance. “Good?”

You hummed, leaning into his touch. “Perfect.”

Simon nodded, satisfied, before leaning back to watch the rest of your routine unfold. His girl, in her element. Nothing in the world could pull him away from this.

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NewlyDad!Simon who is completely lost in panic and joy. When he first found out you were pregnant, right after he returned from a mission, it hit him like a wave. He was over the moon, but also overwhelmed. Simon had never been a man with many words; he was always terse, practical, and to the point. But this news? It was different. The moment he learned, his entire world shifted. His usually steady hands trembled as he looked at you, his eyes wide with disbelief and awe.

For a moment, he just stared, not knowing what to say, his mind racing. Then, before either of you could react, he pulled you into him—his arms wrapping around you so tightly, it was as if he never wanted to let go. His head buried itself in your neck, as though it was the only place he could find any grounding. It was so quiet between you both, just the sound of his breaths and the weight of the moment hanging in the air.

He stayed like that for what felt like eternity, unwilling to move. You could feel the warmth of his tears against your skin, but he didn’t pull away, didn’t make a sound. He knew you could feel the silent sobs, the emotion he didn’t want to let out in front of you, but he also knew you understood. He didn’t want you to see him like this—vulnerable and unsure. Not yet. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to let go, not even for a second.

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Husband and Father Simon “Ghost” Riley.

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Simon never, ever thought he would be in love with someone, marrying with her, and then making a baby with her. Hiss teammates thought he would die alone. And so is he. He wasn’t a man for love or relationship. His grumpiness, stubbornness wasn’t a thing that girls loves. Or he thought so.

Because there he was, holding a small baby girl in his arms. So, so small compared to him—His large hand was covering baby’s head— She was so beautiful with her chubby cheeks, her mother's hazel eyes, and her blonde hair. He had fallen in love again. This time to his daughter.

He swayed her back and forth, caressing her soft, silky hairs. Mumbling lullabies he learnt from his wife. The sun was shining brightly through the window of the nursery. The curtains were fluttering and falling as if they were dancing in the warm, summer breeze that came through the open window.

Her hazel eyes locked to her daddy, smiling with her toothless mouth. Simon melted, kissed the baby's neck with a deep sigh. Earning a happy squeal from his loved one. He chuckled deeply. The baby was so awake and energetic for this early hours of morning, but he needed to go work. He was already late about an hour.

He sighed. With quiet footsteps, he walked out from the nursery with bundle of noise in his arms. Got inside of the massive bedroom. Only to see his lovely wife sleeping soundly in bed. He placed carefully baby girl to bed, next to her mommy. She immediately squealed reaching to touch her mommy’s cheeks. He can’t help but smile at such affectionate view. His favorite activity was watching his wife. Now another one added on his favorite activity list. Watching his daughter. He couldn’t be any happier.

His thoughts got cut with a loud scream from the baby—because her mommy wasn’t playing with her— And causing Y/N waking up with groan. Simon shushed baby girl.

“Why’re ya wakin’up your mommy, sweet cheeks?” He asked. Caressing her blond hairs.

Soon, Y/N opened her eyes. Looked around with sleep drunk mind. Simon laughed in his deep voice. “G’morning m’love.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss into her hairs. Y/N smiled, melting into her partner’s small kiss. She looked around as her eyes adjusted to the light.

“Huh, what’s this noisy baby doing in my bed?” She asked. Caressing baby girl’s chubby cheek. She immediately grabbed her finger and tried to suck it. “Hungry monster.” Y/N turned to Simon while lifting the baby to her arms, positioning baby to her chest.

“Aren’t you late to work, love?” Baby’s mouth sounds filled the room.

“Yeah. M’late and need to head base. But you and her making it’s impossible.” Simon said, huffing to her hair. Y/N chuckled. Caressing his strong bicep, that placed on her tight. This was a routine morning both Simon and Y/N loved so much. Affectionate family interaction.

After a while Simon had left. Leaving sleeping baby and wife on king sized bed. Two girls hugged to each other. Y/N’s arm protectively around baby’s tiny body. Shielding her from every threat. Her breath hitting the baby's shiny hair.

And baby girl, snuggled to her mommy’s comfort, holding her necklace with her tiny fingers. Dada’s smell still on bed made them fall asleep quickly. Before baby, when Y/N lay next to Simon, she had fallen asleep quickly. Her sleeping problems would melt away. It was the same after baby girl had born. But now baby was the same with her mommy. Sleeping quickly because of daddy’s scent on bed and pillow. And sleeping peacefully till afternoon. Just like her momma.

They had no idea that Simon were watching them through camera. Smiling like an idiot, caressing their faces through the phone in his hand. The two girl had no idea, how Simon loved them. They had been his world. And he would never let anyone’s finger laying on them.

YAAYY! When I’m watching tiktok a baby girl and her momma popping to my screen. So I wanted to write something for Ghost. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

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⋆˚࿔ Dating with Ghost is like:

⋆˚࿔ He has a tiny camera, he found it on the edge of the pavement. You scolded him, but he didn't care much. He pocketed the camera and had it for about a year. His friends mocked with him about it. Even you thought he’ll get bored of it sometime. But it never happened. He adored taking pictures of you with that camera. Whenever you were asleep, or while decorating the Xmas tree and more… He always print them and hang them on wall of his apartment or hang them on edge of his office computer. He don’t want anyone to look at you, so he keeps you all to himself.

⋆˚࿔ He loves- no he’s addicted to physical contact. He can’t keep his hands to himself. He needs to touch you. He needs to feel you are here. You are with him. At home he’s cuddling you, outside he’s holding your hand, in car his hand on your tight etc. he can’t get enough of you. That boy is really addicted to you.

⋆˚࿔ Matching outfits. If you had told him that someday he would wander around in matching outfits or matching colors, he would’ve laughed in your face. Surprisingly, it was him who came up with the idea.

One ordinary afternoon, while you were both lying on the couch, half-watching a silly movie, he leaned closer and asked, “Wanna match outfits when we go shopping tomorrow?” You laughed at first, thinking he was joking but his eyes sparkled with that soft mischief you knew so well. The next day, you did it. You wore similar colors, maybe not perfectly matching, but close enough for strangers to notice. And from that day on, it became your little thing. Color-coordinated hoodies, matching sneakers, beanies in the same shade small, sweet signs that you belonged together. He enjoyed it the most. He’d catch your reflection in shop windows and grin like a kid. Sometimes, he’d pull you aside just to say, “Look at us,” as if seeing the two of you together like that made his whole day. And when people complimented your outfits, he’d pretend to act cool but you knew he loved every second of it.

⋆˚࿔ He doesn’t say I love you often. But he shows it in ways no one else ever did. It’s in the way he listens like your voice matters in a world where noise is constant and compassion is rare. It’s in the way he always walks on the traffic side, switches seats in the restaurant to watch the door, waits until you’ve locked the door before he walks away. It’s in the hand on your lower back when crowds get too loud. It’s in the way he kisses your forehead before missions, thinking you’re asleep. He may not say the words, but you hear them every day.

⋆˚࿔ You’re running late. You barely manage to pull your coat on when you realize: crap. No time for coffee. Again. But when you get to your bag, there it is your thermos, warm to the touch. You unscrew it and your favorite flavor fills the air. He doesn’t say anything about it when you thank him later. Just gives a shrug like, ”‘Course I did.” But later, when you’re curled up on the couch, he murmurs, “You always forget when you’re in a rush.” You glance up. His eyes are on the TV, but he’s smiling. Barely. Softly.

⋆˚࿔ His hoodie is massive on you sleeves swallowing your hands, the fabric holding the scent of gunpowder and sandalwood. You catch him staring. Not the usual observant, tactical kind of stare. This one lingers. “Too big for you,” he mutters, voice low and rasped. You smirk. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He doesn’t reply. Just crosses his arms, but the corner of his mouth twitches a crack in the mask. Later that night, you find another hoodie left folded on your side of the bed. It’s even softer.

⋆˚࿔ You wake up to the smell of tea. Strong, perfectly brewed, just the way you like it. On the nightstand, a steaming mug and a crumpled post-it note sit quietly. “Didn’t want to wake you. Stay warm. -G.” It’s scribbled in his rigid handwriting, slightly smudged from the way he folded it one too many times before leaving. You know he probably stood at the door for a full minute, watching you breathe, making sure you were safe before stepping into a world that never feels as quiet as your shared bed.

⋆˚࿔ His version of jealousy isn’t loud. It’s lethal. Later that night, you’re in his shirt, sitting on the kitchen counter. He’s leaning on the opposite wall, arms crossed, still clearly not over it. “You know I only laughed to be polite, right?” He nods slowly. But you can tell he’s been stewing on it all evening. He finally walks over, pulls you between his legs, fingers sliding under the hem of his shirt on you. “Next time he talks to you like that, I’ll be less polite.” You kiss his cheek and whisper, “Your jealous face is hot.” He chuckles. “My jealous face can break jaws.”

𓂃۶ৎ I’m in love.