Simon Ghost X Reader - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

How would Baby Daddy! Simon if Reader get's into another relationship?

Jealous. Jealous. JEALOUS!

That man is fuming, but he can’t do anything, it was his idea to separate.

Like why are you dating if you still have him?

He isn’t going to sabotage your date or scare him off, no he’s gonna do anything better than the guy.

Joke aside

I don’t see reader falling in love with another man. Simon is still around, in volved, and still active. To some degree you syill feel married tp him.

Hell he do anything for you and do you.

Omg I immediately fell in love with your babydaddy!simon fics🫶🏼🫶🏼

do you think them having a baby has affected their sex lives? Especially at the beginning when their daughter was really young and they were still together?

Thank you so much!!!

——

Yes.

50% young parents too tired because a new born is a lot of work. Other 50% too scared, they does not need or can afforded a second child.

It takes awhile to get back to sleeping together. And for Simon it’s more out of deep love for the mother of his child.

Simon thought reader was pretty before and even after birth when her body isn’t the same it was still Gorgeous to him.

Sex isn’t rough it’s deep and passionate. This man make love as if it’s the last thing he can do.

Above the Ruins | Six

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

masterlist

In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center.

notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

Five - Seven

"We're at Alcântara Base…"

I heard a voice coming from the communication radio Soap had brought along with him, accompanied by the two men who seemed like kids who had just received the best gift of their lives…

"Is it just you two?"

"No. Ghost has a girl" Soap says, smiling as he looks at Ghost.

"That's great, guys! If possible, I'd like to speak with her…"

Descending the rest of the stairs, I approach the radio.

"Sir?"

"Please, no formalities… What's your name?"

"[name]"

"Alright. [name], you're with two of my best soldiers. I want you to trust them and yourself. The way here is compromised… lots of undead roaming around, but we're managing to keep the survivors safe."

"Are there many survivors?" Soap asks.

"About 2,000 here, but more keep coming. We're getting a higher number than expected. We're also in contact with other shelters and the numbers are looking good. I'm hopeful."

"That's great, Captain" Ghost compliments.

For the first time in years, I felt hopeful. Just a bit more and we'd be closer to some semblance of the life we had before.

I looked at Ghost, smiling in relief, and he seemed to reciprocate through his eyes.

✧˖°₊

"According to Price, the best route is through here," Ghost points to a spot on the map.

"Do we have enough ammunition?" Soap asks.

"I hope so… we don't have much choice. We have food, weapons, and water. We'll leave in two days. Rest as much as you can!" he orders.

I sat on a couch farther away, feeling useless at these times.

"What are you thinking?" Ghost approaches, asking as Soap heads upstairs to shower.

"To be honest, I'm scared and hopeful. It's hard to explain."

"I understand. It's been years of loneliness and confusion, hasn't it? And now it seems like everything is falling into place and that everything will be resolved," he says as I nestle into his chest, listening to his heartbeat and smelling his scent.

"I'm afraid of not making it to the shelter, of not being useful on the way, and putting us in danger."

"[name], don't worry so much. You were trained by the best, remember?" I feel his chest move with what sounds like a laugh.

"Smartass."

"But I'm serious. We'll make it, you'll see. Soap is a great soldier too, we'll protect you and help you if we think it's too much for you. But you were really good in training, you'll be a great help, you'll see."

"I hope so…" I sigh, snuggling even closer to his warmth.

After a while, we returned to the room, and Ghost went to shower. He returned without his mask and with wet hair.

He was arranging some things in the closet while I sat on the bed, admiring him. Ghost had a very masculine appearance. Sharp jawline, straight nose, and mouth with some scars. Not to romanticize what he went through, but they made him even more handsome.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"You're handsome."

"Do you think so?" he asked, laughing and lying down on top of me.

"Yes, I do," I laugh, kissing him.

"We'll get through this. You'll see," he said, giving me one last kiss and then pulling me into his embrace.

✧˖°₊

[Ghost]

I wake up and go downstairs to find Soap.

"Good morning, LT!"

"Good morning, Sergeant!"

"Is the girl still asleep?"

"Yes. She's worried, and to be honest, so am I."

Ghost rubs his hand on his covered face and sits down.

"I don't know what to do, Jhonny."

"Did you teach her how to shoot?" Soap asks, sitting next to the lieutenant while offering him soup.

"No. I didn't have many bullets."

"Look, I have an airsoft gun. I think I can teach her with it if you allow me. Of course," he chuckles sarcastically.

"Sure, Jhonny. You have my permission," Ghost says, laughing.

"I'll respect you and your girl, LT. Don't worry."

"I never expected anything less from you, Sergeant," Ghost said, joining in the banter. "Why do you have a toy gun?"

"I thought it might come in handy at some point. I was right," he said, laughing and grabbing the gun.

✧˖°₊

"It's not hard, miss. Just aim a bit higher than what you want…"

Then [name] shoots with the toy gun.

"Why isn't it hitting the target? I don't understand," I hear [name] say, and I laugh at her impatience.

"You're not keeping your hand steady. When you shoot, your hand moves out of position and misses the target. Keep your hand steadier."

"I see…" then she shoots again, closer to the target this time.

"Good job, miss!" Soap praises her as they high-five. "Now try shooting farther. This gun is a toy, but it simulates a real one quite well. Don't worry, it won't be much different."

Then she shoots and hits one of the cups farther away on the table, letting out an excited squeal.

"Did you see that, Ghost?" she asks, looking at me.

"You're doing great, pretty girl," I compliment, making her smile even bigger.

After a few shots, her aim was even better.

"I think you're ready, miss."

"Thank you for helping me, Soap. It means a lot to me," she says, giving Soap a friendly hug.

"No need to thank me, [name]," he says, returning the hug.

"Now, both of you need to rest. We'll leave the day after tomorrow, don't forget!" I interrupt, handing them the soup I heated while they were busy.

"Thank you, Ghost," Madison thanks, and Soap gives a thumbs-up, already devouring his food.

"I'll leave one of my guns with you, [name]. Only use it as a last resort. Let's try to use knives first," I say, making both of them nod.

"So, is the shelter far?" [name] asks, taking a generous spoonful of soup.

"About 5 days on foot, but it might take us longer. We'll find out…"

"Wouldn't it be better by car?" she asks.

"No doubt, but it's too risky to find a car around here."

"Yeah. You're right."

"Let's try not to dwell on the problems, guys," Jhonny interrupts. "Let's try to be… positive? Yeah, I think that's the word," he says thoughtfully, running his hand through his tousled hair. "I have a story to tell you, miss."

"Go ahead," she says, smiling.

"Well. Before all this craziness started, when we were still living our fucked-up lives, but not as fucked up as now," he says, making us laugh, "we liked to go to a bar after difficult missions. It was good for distraction. Our big guy here would attract the attention of pretty girls."

Jhonny spoke, laughing, and [nome] narrowed her eyes at me, making me laugh.

"Once, a tall brunette came over to try to get a piece of our LT, and he just stared at her. It was scary, and the poor girl was getting more embarrassed by the minute," he laughed loudly. "She looked around, scratched her neck, and Ghost looked at her as if he were seeing all her sins."

"It wasn't like that," I tried to defend myself.

"Of course it was, LT. I bet the girl never approached anyone after that," he continued laughing.

I looked at [nome], and she was laughing uncontrollably, twisting in a strange way. It was good to see them more at ease and with less worry.

"I just didn't want anything with her…"

"That's why you looked into that woman's soul?" Jhonny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Then I'm special, Lieutenant," [nome] calling me by that name did things to me.

"You are. Believe me, miss. Who would've thought we'd need a damn zombie apocalypse for our old Ghost to find someone. Destiny is indeed strange."

"Shut up, Jhonny," I said, making them laugh.

"And you, miss? Tell us something about your life."

"Let me think… I was studying nursing when this happened. I was going into my second year."

"Wow. So you were very young when this happened, how old are you now?"

"I'm 23. I was 19 when it all started. Unfortunately, college didn't help me survive here, since I hadn't learned procedures yet."

"Do you plan to return to nursing when things get back to normal? Or at least close to normal?"

"Yes. Now, more than ever. All of this taught me that anything can happen, and we need to be prepared for everything."

✧˖°₊

[One day until the journey to the shelter]

We would leave tomorrow. Things were already packed. Spare clothes in [nome]'s backpack; extra weapons and ammunition with Jhonny; food, water, blankets, and first aid items with me. Each of us also had a silenced gun and ammunition.

It was already night, and we were all ready. We rested on the couches while going over the plans.

"We'll go this way," I pointed on the map. "Price said it's the best. We'll go in a line, me first, [nome] next, and Soap following."

"Okay," they nodded.

"We'll walk as far as possible and then take turns to stand guard while the others sleep. I'll take my turn and [nome]'s."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"It's safer this way."

"Ghost, I want to help too. I don't want to sleep while you two keep watch."

"Jhonny and I will take turns. We're used to getting by with little sleep. It'll be better this way."

"I want to be useful and help too, but it seems like you're taking everything away from me. When a damn zombie shows up, will you shoot for me too?"

"Ghost, the girl can take care of herself. Give her a chance," Soap interrupted me before I could retort what [nome] said, making me shoot him a glare.

"Alright, but I don't like this idea."

"I understand, Lieutenant. But the bird won't learn to fly if you don't give it freedom. Nothing will happen to her. As the captain said, she's not only with two of the best soldiers, but she's also trained by them," Soap said arrogantly, making us exchange fist bumps.

"Sure," I said sarcastically, watching [nome] thank them and both of them fist-bumping.

💀𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒.💀

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 𝔀/ 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽, 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓮𝔁𝓱𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1,384

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 5 𝓶𝓲𝓷 24 𝓼𝓮𝓬

💀𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒.💀

Ghost was sitting quietly in the makeshift barracks, his thoughts a whirlwind of adrenaline and exhaustion from their recent mission. His gaze drifted around the room, taking in the faces of his fellow teammates—Soap, Gaz, and Price—all of whom were showing signs of fatigue after the intense operation.

His eyes eventually landed on Y/n, who was sitting quietly on a cot not too far from him. She looked just as exhausted as the rest of them. Still, there was something different about her expression - a hint of vulnerability beneath the stern mask she wore.

Ghost couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for her. Y/n was a tough soldier, every bit as skilled as any of his male teammates. But despite her strength and independence, he knew that the mission had taken a toll on her just as it had on all of them.

He watched as Y/n sat on the edge of her makeshift bed; her shoulders slumped slightly as she stared off into space. Ghost couldn't help but admire her strength and resilience, but he also couldn't ignore the weary look in her eyes.

As the minutes ticked by, Ghost's gaze remained fixed on Y/n, watching as she seemed to retreat further into her thoughts. It was clear that the stress of the mission had left her drained, and she was struggling to process everything that had happened.

Despite the fact that they were both wearing face masks, Ghost could tell that Y/n was close to her breaking point. He could see it in the tight set of her shoulders, in the way her eyes had a distant, unfocused look.

Ghost could feel the pull of a strange, protective instinct within him. He had never been one to show much emotion, but something about Y/n's vulnerability at that moment tugged at his heartstrings.

Without saying a word, he stood up from his seat and walked slowly over to where Y/n was sitting. She looked up as he approached, surprise flickering across her weary face.

"You okay?" Ghost asked gruffly, his normally stoic expression softened with a hint of concern. He dropped down to sit on the edge of her cot, his eyes never leaving her face.

Y/n gave him a small, tired smile. "Yeah," she said, her voice raspy with exhaustion. "Just...just tired, I guess."

Ghost studied her for a moment, his gaze sharp and perceptive. He could tell that there was more to it than just exhaustion, but he didn't press. Instead, he just nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.

"We all are," he said quietly, his voice gruff but gentle. "That mission was a hell of a ride."

Y/n nodded in silent agreement, her weary eyes meeting his. They sat there in silence for a few moments, the sounds of the base around them faded to background noise as they both took comfort in each other's presence.

"You did good out there," Ghost said suddenly, his voice almost a whisper. "You were in the thick of it, and you held your own."

"Never thought I would get a compliment from you Ghost," Y/n replied tiredly.

Ghost let out a soft huff of a laugh. "Don't get used to it," he muttered, his eyes still trained on her face. "But you deserve credit where credit is due."

Y/n chuckled softly, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You, giving out compliments? Something must be seriously wrong," she teased, her voice laced with exhaustion and humor.

Ghost rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Don't push your luck," he warned, but there was no real heat behind his words.

They fell into silence again, but it was less tense now. There was a sort of comfort in the quiet. After several moments, Y/n spoke up, her voice soft. "Hey, Ghost?"

Ghost turned his head to look at her, his gaze focused. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice gruff but attentive.

Y/n took a shuddering breath, her eyes fixed on his. "Can I ask you something?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost raised an eyebrow slightly but nodded, his expression curious. "Sure," he said. "What is it?"

Y/n fidgeted for a moment, her fingers picking at a loose thread on the cot. "It's just..." she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me, alright?"

Ghost felt a twinge of concern at the vulnerability in her voice, but he nodded again, silently signaling for her to continue.

Y/n sucked in a deep breath, her body tense with nerves. "Do you...do you think I'm weak because I'm a woman?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Ghost's eyes widened in surprise at the question, his expression hardening. He stared at her for a long moment, incredulous.  "What the hell kind of question is that?" he asked gruffly, shaking his head in disbelief.

Y/n looked away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I don't know," she mumbled. "It's just...I feel like I always have something to prove, you know? Like I have to work twice as hard to be taken seriously because I'm a woman."

Ghost's expression softened slightly at her words. He understood the feeling all too well, having experienced it himself as a soldier. "You're not weak," he said firmly. "Being a woman doesn't make you weak. You're a damn good soldier, Y/n, you know that, right?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes still fixed on the ground. "Yeah," she muttered. "But sometimes I feel like it doesn't matter how good I am. It's like people look at me and just see my gender, not my skills."

Ghost was quiet for a moment, mulling over her words. "You want my honest opinion?" he asked, his voice gruff but gentle.

"Obviously"

Ghost took a deep breath, his gaze meeting hers. "The people who only see your gender, the ones who don't see how skilled you are...they're blind," he stated bluntly. "You're a damn good soldier, Y/n, gender be damned. You've proved that time and time again. And anyone who can't see that...well, they're idiots."

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise at his harsh yet honest words. "That...that means a lot coming from you, Ghost," she murmured, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.

Ghost nodded, his expression softening even further. "You've earned my respect, Y/n," he said gruffly. "You've earned it a hundred times over. You don't need to prove anything to me or anyone else."

As the conversation ended, a comfortable silence settled over the room. Ghost and Y/n sat side by side on the cot, the exhaustion from the mission still heavy in the air, but the tension between them had dissipated.

Ghost spoke up after a few moments, his voice low and gentle. "You should get some rest," he said, his eyes flickering to her tired form.

Y/n huffed a soft, tired laugh. "Yeah, you're probably right," she agreed, sagging further back against the cot. "But I doubt I'll be able to sleep just yet."

Ghost nodded, his gaze studying her for a moment. "I know the feeling," he said quietly. "But you need to try. You won't do yourself any favors by running on empty."

Ghost gave a small shrug. "I'm used to it," he said matter-of-factly. "I've gone days on end without sleep before. But you, you need your rest. You're human, after all."

Y/n rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile on her weary face. "Gee, thanks for reminding me," she drawled, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Ghost chuckled softly, the sound a rare display of his amusement. "Anytime," he said dryly. "Now, try and get some rest, yeah?"

Y/n sighed, her exhaustion finally overpowering her resistance. "Yeah, I guess I should give it a shot," she admitted reluctantly. "But wake me up if anything happens, okay?"

Ghost didn't respond immediately, his gaze drifting over her tired features. Finally, he nodded slightly. "I will," he said quietly, his voice gruff but sincere.