Kiss Me With Your Eyes Closed - Kiss Prompts

Small romance things that make me go FERAL

A very totally incredibly non-delulu list by Writerthreads

arm/shoulder/waist/SMALL OF THE BACK touches

HANDS BRUSHING, BUT TOO NERVOUS TO DO ANYTHING MORE

calling them by their name ("What's your opinion on this, X?") (they way they say their name makes their heart do funny things)

the way their voice goes heavy/breathy

CHIN RESTS ON THEIR SHOULDER

whispering into their ear and the way their breath tickles

non-affectionate nicknames just for them

recognising their laugh and trying to make them laugh just to hear it again

little private smirks/winks, watching their reaction when someone makes a joke

sniffing their hair/recognising their on their shampoo

eye contact so deep they feel like sinking

SMALL PECKS ON THE CORNER OF THEIR MOUTH/CHIN/FOREHEAD

recognising the sound of their footsteps

co-existing in the same space, acknowledging their presence and feeling safe

CARESSING THEIR CHEEK WITH THEIR THUMB

recognising their nervous ticks and comforting them, like putting a hand on their bouncing leg

tracing scars, freckles, moles, lines of their muscle, you name it (SCREAMS)

grinning when they blush

watching with pride as the other does a presentation/leads a mission/takes charge

making up private signals for each other

HAND KISSES

NECK KISSES

playing with their hair/brushing their hair/braiding their hair

Ah, love. That lingering warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest. I love love.

Me, choosing to aggressively ignore the events of MW3 so I can continue writing my silly little fanfics about my silly little fictional men:

dating simon riley means constant clinginess. large arms wrapped around your waist at any given moment, simon is most comfortable when he's holding you. after being away from a long mission, he'll find you wherever you are in your shared apartment and silently crawl into your arms like a puppy. he'll bury his face into the crook of your neck, slowly inhaling to bask in your scent that he missed more than anything. with an amused chuckle, you'll wrap your arms around his warm torso, gently rubbing his back. "no hello?" you'll tease, to which you always earn a content hum in response, along with simon's hold tightening ever so slightly.

dating simon riley means lots of playful teasing. if you make a typo in a text message, he'll begin spelling the word as your typo for the rest of the day. if you believed in a silly fact, he'd bring it up for the rest of your life. "this is like when you thought our blood was actually blue" he'd snicker, which would cause you to whine for him to stop and swat his arm.

dating simon riley means constantly being cared for. simon is a man who can do everything, or at least tries to. he somehow manages to get to all the chores before you do, which has ended in you reassuring him that you can handle it many, many times. when doing something potentially dangerous like standing on a ladder, handling a knife or using tools, simon will constantly glance in your direction to make sure something won't slip and injure you. like a spidey sense, he's quick to pull you away or come to your rescue if you're in a situation where you're about to hurt yourself. "you alright?" he'll mumble softly, dark eyes laced with worry that is a rare sight to be seen by anyone else.

dating simon riley means you have a second wardrobe. his large clothes are just too comfortable to resist, and he's often left searching the apartment for a shirt that you had placed amongst your own clothes. though, he makes no effort to steal them back from you, as seeing you in his tshirt, his boxers and his hoodie fills him with a loving possessiveness. he'll walk into the kitchen to see you turned away as you wash dishes, wearing one of his shirts as a short dress. managing to silently sneak behind you even with his bulky frame, he'll wrap his arms around you from behind and place a kiss against the nape of your neck. "you look so pretty in my shirt, love." he'll then purr into your ear.

dating simon riley means seeing a side of him that many never do. whether it be physically or personality wise, you see so much of simon that you can't remember the last time you referred to him as ghost. his large pointy nose, his dirty blonde hair that he always forgets to fix in the mornings, and his lopsided smile that appears when you tell the corniest of jokes are all things that many have never seen and never will. he speaks so softly to you; a low tone that you can feel reverberating in his chest when you lay against him. simon is kind, patient and vulnerable with you, and will mutter the words "i love you" against your lips, just loud enough for only you to hear.

dating simon riley means being friends with the rest of the 141. you were the one who wished to host hangouts at your apartment, wanting those closest to simon to like you. despite their intimidating demeanors, you quickly realized just how kind they were. they know just how important you are to simon, which is a rare feat in itself, so they would never treat you in an ill manner. soap will always refer to you as "the missus" when speaking to simon, which never fails to make you giggle when you overhear their conversations.

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Lion’s Rest

tumblr users aged 25-35 when you bring up bucky barnes:

holy shit biblically accurate simon riley dropped

Okay but shielding Simon’s face with your hands when your make out session gets interrupted !!! 

A/N: Short shitty little drabble because I’m obsessed with this idea but life is crazy and I have no energy to write lol.

Warnings: heavy make out sesh, but still pretty sfw. Some swearing. Soft Ghost :,)

You haven’t seen each other in weeks, separate missions keeping you two apart for longer than usual.

Typically you were sent on missions together, but this time Price had sent Ghost out solo, only to send you out on a recon mission just before Ghost’s return, resulting in Simon waiting another two weeks for you to get back. But once he heard word that you were back on base, he sought you out immediately. 

He found you in the mess hall, sitting across from Soap, thoroughly engaged in conversation while enjoying the first hot meal you’d had in days. 

“So then the bastard says—“ you’re cut off just before the punchline, your words falling flat as you catch Ghost’s eyes from across the room. A subtle nod of his head was all the signal you need to be up and moving, meal long forgotten as a new kind of hunger takes over. You abruptly stand up, leaving behind a half-full plate and a very confused Sergeant. “Wait, what did he say?” Soap shouts out after you, his thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

You two didn’t even make it to the barracks, turning instead down an empty hallway and through an unlocked door. A swift glance around the room told Ghost it was secure and deserted, and that was all he needed before pressing your body up against the shut door, ripping his mask off, and pressing his lips to yours. You two have had your fair share of passionate kisses, but this was something entirely different. Your small gasp of surprise melts into a moan as Simon deepens the kiss, pressing you into the door. 

“God I’ve missed ya,” Simon grounds out between kisses, “so fucking much, love.” 

You’d never seen Simon this fervent, this unrestrained before. The distance had awakened something in him and it thrilled you to your core. The kiss was frantic, his large hands gripped your waist, fingers digging in as if he couldn’t believe you were actually here in front of him. And then he was lifting you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his thick frame, arms going around his neck to press him closer as he carries you across the dark room to the empty desk before setting you atop it. 

“Been waiting too fucking long for this,” Simon’s breathless between kisses, your quickened breaths matching him. “Needed you here, with me.”

Simon stands between your legs, one hand still attached to your waist, the other coming up to cup your cheek as he works your mouth open with his tongue, the kiss deepening even further. 

And then, without warning, the door flew open, light flooding the space. One of the newer recruits stood in the doorway, frozen in shock, clearly uncertain just what exactly he was walking in on. Instantly, Simon buries his face in the crook of your neck at the same time that you bring your hands up to help shield Simon’s bare face. You thank every lucky star out there that his back is to the open door as you feel every muscle in his body tense up. 

“Get. Out.” Simon growls out between gritted teeth, and a shiver races down your spine at the menacing tone, the threat clear in every syllable. 

The poor soldier looked terrified, muttering a jumbled apology before frantically slamming the door shut and taking off.  

Silence follows for the next few heartbeats. Simon’s forehead falls against your shoulder as he lets out a few heavy breaths. The intrusion had startled you both. Your hands drift from their protective shield around his face to tangle in his hair, pulling him into you.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him for interrupting us, love.” Simon’s warm breath tickles your sensitive skin and you feel a soft kiss press to your neck. 

“I might just let you,” you tease, turning to face Simon and meeting his dark eyes with your own. 

“There’s no way he saw anything,” you reassure, still feeling the tension in Simon’s body. 

A small hmph is all you got in return though as Simon straightened up and reached across the desk for his mask. You took the mask from his hands, pressing one more kiss to those beloved lips before sliding the balaclava over his head and adjusting it. And just like that, your Ghost is standing in front of you. 

He presses a kiss to the top of your head through the mask. “Nuh uh, don’t give me that look, love,” he mutters against your hair. “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet,” he reassures, one hand trailing up your spine. “Just got to find a room with a bloody lock on it.” 

i need to get laid or alternatively be put down like a rabid dog but i seriously cannot keep acting like this