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out with the 141 at a bar & jealous!simon riley who sees you stumbled upon an old friend at the bar and acts upon his jealoust (but reader and him are only friends so it confuses reader why he's acting like this) OKAY THANKS

Jealous Boy

Jealous!Simon Riley x GN!Reader

(Note: Thanks for the request! I wasn't sure what gender you wanted, so I opted for gender neutral. I also left the ending a little open-ended. If you would like me to rewrite or change something, please just send another ask!)

TW: Alcohol, Cursing

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It was a crowded Friday night at the bar. Bodies were too close, voices were too loud, and the room was too hot, but I loved it. Nothing was better than getting a drink with my coworkers after a hard week. I've been working with Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Price for a few years now, so we've gotten close enough to have drinks after work together.

I was sitting at a table in the back of the bar, listening to Soap and Gaz argue about something irrelevant, when I saw a familiar body in the crowd. I excused myself, ignoring the curious looks I got from Price and Ghost as I walked into the sea of people crowded at the bar. I was sure I had the right person when I saw the unmistakable tattoo on his right arm.

I tapped on his muscular shoulder and looked up to see his face turn to me, confused. My smile was wide and his soon matched mine as his confusion turned into recognition. "Y/N! What are you doing here?" he asked, his body turning to fully face me. "Hey, F/N! I was just having a drink with my coworkers when I saw you were here." F/N was a friend from community college, years before I joined the service. He was tall, smart, handsome, and funny, but my type seemed to land more towards masked men.

"I was just here on vacation to visit some friends. They're around here somewhere, chatting up some girls, I'm sure." Our faces leaned into each other so that we could hear better, our bodies slowly inching closer as we got bumped and shoved by people trying to get their drinks. I grabbed F/N's hand and walked him over to the far corner of the bar where there were less people. "Sorry, it was way to crowded over there," I laughed, more relaxed with our new environment. "No problem," F/N smiled. I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched; years of training and combat conditioned my body to know when someone had their gaze on me for longer than a minute. I turned to look at where my friends were, only to be met with a dark gaze from Simon. I got chills just from his eyes. I jumped out of my trance when I felt a hand around my arm. "Did you want to introduce me to your friends?" F/N asked. "Yeah, sure! I'm sure they'll love you," I said as I walked over to our table.

All eyes were on us as I approached the table with F/N. "Damn, Y/N, where'd you find this one?" Soap asked, his smile stupid and his face flushed from all of the beer he'd had. The whole table laughed, except for Simon, who seemed to be sizing F/N up. "Everyone, this is F/N. F/N this is Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Price. F/N and I are friends from quite a while ago, he's here on vacation," I said as we got settled at the table. My focus on the questions F/N was being asked faltered as I felt Simon's tense aura beside me. It almost felt like he was in my ear, whispering that I had done something wrong. That wasn't right, though. Simon had only ever shown interest in being friends, so I wasn't sure what his problem was. I ignored the goosebumps I got and returned to my conversation.

It had been 5 minutes when Simon's chair screeched back, and he stood up abruptly. "See you all on Monday," he said, dropping a $50 bill on the table. "Oh, Y/N, you've done it this time," Gaz laughed, Soap and Price joining in. I felt my eyebrows furrow as I looked at them, "What are you talking about? I don't know what's got him all fucked up." They all just looked at each other as an awkward silence fell over the table. "Well," F/N said as he slowly stood up, "I better find my friends. It was nice meeting you all. It was nice seeing you again, Y/N. You have my number and my socials. Text me if you ever want to hang out or are back in town," he said, smiling at me. I gave him and hug and said goodbye. Once he was away from the table, I looked at my coworkers. "Guess I better check on Ghost," I said, turning on my heel and heading towards the door.

There was a light breeze outside that made me pull my jacket closer to my body. "Cold?" I jumped at the sudden question, not realizing anyone was near me. "God, Simon, I thought I asked you not to do that!" I turned to see him leaning against the building, a cigarette hanging lazily from his mouth where he had lifted his mask. "Not my fault you're distracted," he said with an attitude, his eyes looking away from me. "Look, I don't know what I did to make you be so rude, but I don't appreciate you talking to me like that. And what do you mean by "distracted"? I came out here to find you," I said, my face heating up as I walked up to him and jutted my chin up defiantly. "Right, I'm sure you're just so innocent, Y/N." He was done with his cigarette and crushed it with the sole of his boot. Confused wasn't enough to describe how I felt. "Simon, I can't fix what I've done if you don't tell me," I said, softer now. My chin lowered, and my eyes looked doll-like. He always had a soft spot for me when I did that. He groaned and rubbed his temple with his hand, his eyes shutting. His mask was back down, but I saw the way it moved as he took in a deep breathe and let out a deeper sigh. Simon pushed off of the wall and came to stand closer to me. His eyes bore into mine while I waited for a response. "You didn't do anything wrong. You're an amazing person, and I'm sure F/N will make an amazing partner," he said before turning around and walking towards the parking lot. "Partner? What the hell are you talking about, Simon?" I asked, my face heating up again.

I jogged to catch up with him and grabbed him by his muscular bicep, making him turn to face me. "Even if I was interested in him like that, why would you care? I know you're my friend, but it doesn't make sense for you to be so upset over this." "Just drop it." "No." "Why not?" "Because I care about you and I want to make it better."

Our bodies had moved closer, and my voice was barely more than a whisper. "Y/N, I like you. More than a friend, more than a coworker. Over these past few years, I've realized I worry more about you than anyone else, I miss you more when you're away, I get jealous when you bring men over to us like he's some prize." My face got even hotter at his confession and our proximity. His eyes were serious but kind. His hands were fidgeting at his sides. "Simon...I didn't know," I said, trying to understand what was happening. "I know I'm not the most expressive person, but I like to think I tried to show you in my own ways. I guess they didn't work out too well," he chuckled, his gaze falling from my eyes to the floor. "This is all so new to me. I felt the same way about you, but I thought you just wanted to be friends, so I suppressed those feelings." "It's alright if you're over me. You're a real catch and any person would be lucky to have you," he said, dejected as he started to walk away again. "I didn't say they were gone. I'm sure a small date will relight my fire for you," I said with a meek smile. He turned around, with small crinkles around his eyes. "Well, you better hurry up, then, my truck waits for no one." I laughed as I caught up with him and linked our arms.

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Home

Simon Riley x Reader

Summary: We see just how much Simon loves being home

(Note: Sorry for being inactive, my Rami Malek obsession has grown, so I've been spending my time rifling through old blogs and fics from 2019 or older to find all the Merriell Shelton/Elliot Alderson fics that I can get my greedy hands on. I am posting this to feed you all, I can't let you guys starve. Finals week is approaching, so please don't hate me for not writing a lot these next couple of weeks. Thanks y'all!)

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Sure, Simon gets to shower before he boards the plane to get back home, but it's not the same. The shower is too tight, and the shower head is too low. The water pressure is weak and stays at an uncomfortable lukewarm temperature. The little bar of soap he is given is barely enough for him to hold onto properly, and smells of dusty baby powder.

Once he is finally home, he can really enjoy himself. Not when he is back in the UK, not when he is back in town, not when he is back in his own truck, but when he is home. The place you selected and decorated just for the two of you. Where his favorite color is accented through the house, where you use the candles you know he likes, where his clothes are perfectly folded on the bathroom counter, where he is seen and loved.

It confused you at first. Simon would come home and spend time with you, but once it came time for bed, he would take a 30-minute shower despite being as clean as a whistle. Your curiosity became too much, so you asked why. He explained that showering at home is one of his biggest pleasures he gets after being away from the house.

Simon turns the shower on. He likes the water hot. It makes him feel cleaner, and he likes how it steams up the bathroom. Hot water isn't a luxury he can indulge in out in the field, so he enjoys it when he can. He sits a lavender and eucalyptus shower steamer at the bottom of the shower. His soft sweatpants, old teeshirt, and fuzzy socks sit on the counter along with the fluffiest towel in the house. You wash those with a specific soap and dryer sheets to make them smell like lavender. Once Simon is ready, he steps into the shower, his head hanging down, letting the water envelop him like a warm hug. He lets the smell of the shower steamer help clear his sinuses and relax him.

He sits under the water for a few minutes before starting his routine. Simon grabs his favorite shampoo. It's an expensive brand that can only be bought online. It is very clean and cruelty-free. His hair never feels fully clean unless he uses that shampoo; it just cleans his scalp so good and makes his hair so soft. It smells masculine, but not obnoxiously. His fingers tend to his hairline and his scalp for a couple of minutes, letting the tension in his head decrease with every massage of his calloused fingers. He follows with the conditioner, the matching one to the shampoo. It makes his hair the shiniest and smoothest it could possibly be. He runs his fingers through his tresses and makes sure there aren't any tangles or loose hair that needs to fall out.

Once he finishes his hair, he goes for his washcloth. It has an exfoliating side that does so well at removing dead skin and making his skin soft. The body wash he uses is also expensive, but it has melatonin and lavender in it, which helps him to sleep afterwards, which can be pretty difficult given the things he has to deal with. He scrubs every part of his body at least 3 times, going over every spot to make sure he gets every last bit of physical and mental grossness off of himself. He sits under the water for another few minutes before he decides it's time to come out.

He steps out into the steamy bathroom, his feet sinking into the fluffy shower mat on the floor. He grabs the towel and runs it over his head a few times, mostly drying his face and hair. He then dries off his body, making sure every part of his skin is dry for his next step. Simon has a lotion he uses after he showers. It is unscented, but it works like a charm for rehydrating his skin. Once he is satisfied with how it's sunk into his skin, he gets dressed in his cozy outfit.

Simon steps up to the mirror and brushes his teeth, making sure to floss and use mouthwash. He washes his face with a gentle cleanser and follows with a gentle face lotion. Once he is as calm as he can be, he grabs his old clothes and leaves the bathroom, ready to cuddle in bed (after he sprays his pillows with a sleepytime spray).

(I know there's this idea that Simon doesn't care a lot about things like having a nice, fancy shower routine, but I feel like it's one of the things that helps calm his stormy mind and tense body. He doesn't mind splurging on one of his few pleasures. Sometimes he'll use your products to feel closer to you.)

Sure, Simon gets to eat food before and during his travels back home, but airline food is only good for about the first bite. Fast food usually isn't on his radar, but when he does eat it, all he can think about is how much better you could make it. If he's hungry, he's spending a majority of the time daydreaming about what you've made for his return home. People see his stoic, strong expression and assume he is thinking about very serious, private things. In reality, he's daydreaming about the pot roast you made last month, drooling a little bit at the thought.

Once you have greeted each other and he is settled, you two sit down at the table and eat whatever it is that you made for him. It's always a more complex meal, consisting of various techniques, food groups, and a lot of dishes.

Simon usually takes much longer to eat his first meal at home than at any other time. He relishes in the way your eyes flit to his face to gauge his reaction. Of course, it is always amazing, and he does a good job of telling you so. He savors every bite, asking questions about the ingredients, the process, etc. Simon makes sure to thank you; your meals give him life again after what he has to endure at work.

He also notices any small changes you make in the house. A new framed photo on the wall, a new throw blanket on the couch, different flowers in the front yard, etc. He loves coming home to see what you've changed or added and seeing your face light up when he mentions it.

Simon really does love being home.

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Can I ride it?

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Afab!Reader (18+)

(Note: I've been wanting to write some more freaky stuff, but I haven't had the motivation until now {I'm ovulating} I hope y'all enjoy!)

(TW: NSFW, p in v, creampie, riding, cursing, sleepy fucking)

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"Goodnight, Simon," I said, pecking his cheek before turning my body away from him so we could cuddle. "Goodnight, lovey," Simon said, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his hand on my stomach, his hips and legs moving to press against mine.

I closed my eyes, waiting for sleep to come, but something was off. Simon's heart was thumping way too fast for him to be falling asleep. It was familiar. The way he pushed his entire front against my back, the way his breathing was too deep, the way his heart was pounding from his neck against my head. He was horny and so was I. I figured it would be fun to play innocent for a little bit, get Simon worked up.

I pushed my bare ass against his clothed crotch and felt the way his dick jumped at the movement. He still didn't know I was doing it on purpose and I could feel him trying to keep his breathing steady. I shifted around a little bit more, making my movement against him seem unintentional. I pulled his hand away from my stomach and made it so that he was cupping one of my boobs. I waited a few moments before pushing against him again, his cock throbbing against me.

I could feel my pussy start to throb and decided I was done playing. I turned around in his strong arms and was met with a sleepy, "Hmm?" from Simon. He was still trying to sleep despite his horniness. I didn't respond, just wiggled my hand between us and touched his hard length. "You horny?" He asked, much more awake now. I nodded, spreading my legs so that he could caress my wet folds with his calloused fingers.

I let him touch me for a little bit before growing too needy and asked, "Can I ride it?" "Mhm," he said, already moving to shimmy his boxers off. I moved the blanket off of us as he stripped and moved my head down to his hard member. I put the first half in my mouth lazily, just getting it wet to help get it in, tasting the salty precum that gathered at the tip. I moved to straddle his waist, his large hands coming to my hips.

I raised myself on my knees as best as I could and lined him up with my wet, throbbing entrance. It was hard getting high enough to get him in right, his dick was so long. Once I got it lined up correctly, I sank halfway down, sighing at how his thickness stretched out my cunt. I heard Simon sigh, too, and his hands moved from my hips to my ass, gripping tightly. I gave myself a second before rising up a little bit and sinking down on his throbbing cock all the way. I moved forward, my hands grabbing the headboard for leverage.

I moved my hips back and forth, grinding down on him as we both sighed and moaned. Simon's hands on my ass helped guide my movements, encouraging me to speed up and to start moving up and down. I moaned at the feeling of his tip rubbing the deepest part of me, the curve in his dick rubbing against my g-spot so perfectly, my clit bumping and grinding against his pelvis.

I started moving up and down, wanting to feel the way his dick plunged into me deeply, stretching me out so good. I started panting as his grip on my ass got harder, his guiding movements becoming more and more sporadic. He started gasping for air, his thick, strong chest started heaving. "Fuck, Y/n, keep going," he said between breathy moans. His movements came to a halt as he held me down on him, bottoming out as much as he could. I felt his cum fill me up and start to leak out.

I wasn't done yet. He felt too good and the feeling of his cum dripping out of me felt too erotic to stop. I started grinding again, moving my hips more rapidly, chasing my own high. Simon moaned as I fucked myself out on his used, overstimulated cock. His large hands pushed and pulled against my hips, almost as if he was asking me to stop, but his moans said otherwise. My grinding became more erratic as I felt the coil in my lower stomach getting ready to snap, my clit was wet with our arousal and was still rubbing against his lower stomach, the slide of his dick in my sopping wet cunt was too much. I moaned as my thighs shook and my movements came to a stop. I laid down on his chest as my hips made their last couple of movements, riding out my high. We laid there together, basking in the feeling of him still inside me until we fell asleep.

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Hidden Between the Pages

Retired!Simon "Ghost" Riley x PlusSize!Black!OC (18+)

(This is my second request! I hope this is what you were looking for, lovely! I promise I will get back into my series, as well as finish up another draft or two, I just wanted to give this more priority. Thanks to all my readers!)

TW: PTSD, NSFW (heavy makeout sess, blowjob, afab!oc, cursing)

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Simon groaned as his alarm blared next to his bed on his nightstand. He retired 1 year ago, but he still liked to keep to some sort of routine. His still-calloused fingers fumbled to turn his alarm off, but a text message caught his eye. It was a group text that was started by Johnny. There was a thread of messages from his old team, all saying some variation of 'happy birthday' to Gaz. Simon thought about how lucky he was to be retired 20 years earlier than the average person, but still, it came with its cons. He was only 40 years old, but it felt like he was over 100. Lack of sleep and not being able to adjust to civilian life took a toll on him that was almost deeper than being out in the field. At least there everyone understood him, out here, nobody does. He shot a quick, curt "Happy Birthday." to the groupchat and got up for the day.

His morning routine consisted of a quick 5-minute shower, followed by a very simple breakfast of eggs and toast with plain tea, and a visit to his at-home gym in his garage. Simon still regularly worked out, but not nearly as hard as he used to. He put on more weight and his once sharp edges turned into more rounded curves, his 8-pack turning into a softer 6-pack. He still looked incredibly intimidating to the average person, but not as scary as he used to be.

Once he is done working out, there's not much else for him to do. It's hard for him to find hobbies that suit him, as he grows bored of them or finds them dumb. Recently, though, he started frequenting his local library. It's a relaxing 15-minute walk from his house and it's not in a crowded part of town. He has gone almost every day for the last two weeks and has started forming a new routine. He will shower after his workout, dress in a comfortable and casual outfit, put on either his balaclava or a black surgical mask, grab his headphones, wallet, phone, and keys, and walk to the library. Once there, he will peruse the aisles until he finds a book he thinks he will like and check it out in case he needs to take it home. He will read the book for about two hours and either return the book and leave, find another book if he finishes early, or take it home if he needs to work on finishing it. Today felt like a jeans, hoodie, and surgical mask kind of day. Yesterday, he was plagued with nightmares that kept him up longer than he liked, so the comfort of his balaclava was nice when he went to the library. Once he was ready, he started his journey to the library.

Simon enjoyed the walk, the fresh air was relaxing to him, and being able to listen to music gave him some time to get into the right headspace to be in public. He struggled, at first, with being in public right after he retired. The paranoia was too much some nights, so he would call it quits early at the pub or wouldn't go out at all. Social interactions also made him anxious. How can you talk to someone you've never met? The library was a good place for him. It wasn't like the pub where men were sizing him up and women were asking if he could bench press them. The workers asked once or twice if he needed anything and left him alone and no one else had any reason to approach him. It gave him an opportunity to be physically near people without them getting too close or having to do more talking than he liked. Hearing other people shuffling around or whispering to each other was also nice. Regardless of how much he may argue it, he doesn't like to be lonely, so the sound of others makes him feel less alone. The slightly dusty and papery smell that welcomed him in always soothed any nears he may have been feeling from a particularly bad episode of nightmares the night before, but today he didn't feel like he needed it so much.

Today felt different when he walked into the library. There was a buzz in the air that wasn't normally there. The workers chattered a little bit louder, some windows were open that weren't open before, and there was a sweeter smell that hit him. Perfume?

He walked skeptically to his normal aisle of books where he found some of his favorite reads. His eyes scanned the spines of books that he had seen plenty of times by now, but he was trying to see if there were any new additions to the collection. He was going to grab a novel when he felt eyes on him. Since being out of the military, he has tried to not be so aware when people are looking at him. He reminds himself that it doesn't mean someone is plotting his death or aiming a gun at him, but for some reason, this felt different. Simon's eyes darted toward the onlookers and spotted two of the librarians whispering and shooting glances his way, blushing and giggling. His shoulders relaxed and he turned back toward the shelves. Sure, people fawn over him all the time, but he hardly feels the same way. Even when he does, he doesn't act on it, and he knows he has never felt the heart-stopping moment everyone talks about. Love at first sight. Simon doesn't believe in stuff like that. If he did, he would be in the 'young adult romance' section of the library.

Simon's hand was about to grab the book he had his eyes on when he smelled that sweet perfume again. He looked down the aisle to see her. He had never seen her before, he was sure of it. He would remember if he had seen her. Her short, soft, plush frame and hands quickly sorted books to where they belonged. Before he can even compute that he is staring, she's gone, a cart of books to be sorted trailing behind her. He needs to see her again. Now. His book is long forgotten as he follows behind her, keeping a safe distance to not alarm her. A sweet thing like her shouldn't have to deal with a brute like him disturbing her, he thought. Something he didn't consider, is what he would do when he shows up in the same aisle as her. She's now at the end of a different aisle with a larger amount of books that need to be put back than before. At least he has time to think. He keeps his distance, staying at the opposite end of the aisle. She doesn't seem to have noticed him yet, which is surprising given his large stature. She was on the younger side, maybe late twenties? Her light brown skin looked so soft and inviting. Her face was adorned with little freckles, like stars. She was wearing a simple dark purple dress with black tights and Mary Janes. There were glimmering silver piercings on her face and ears that highlighted all of her pretty features. Wow.

Simon wasn't quite sure what to do, but her stack of books was dwindling. For someone who had to do unspeakable acts against other people for a living, this was stressing him out an unusual amount. Why was he feeling so nervous? He took a deep breath and approached the gorgeous librarian. His mind was racing a mile a minute as he saw her realize he was approaching her and turned to look at him with a soft smile. Once he was close enough, she said with her velvety voice, "Hi. Can I help you with anything, honey?" There was a rosy tint to her cheeks as she looked at him, maintaining eye contact. She had the most perfect London accent.

"Um, yes, please. I was wondering if you had any book recommendations." Simon's throat felt dry, his heart was racing, and his body was suddenly clammy. "Sure! What are you interested in?" "I like nonfiction. I'm not too picky. I'm sure whatever you recommend will be good." "Okay! If you follow me, I can take you to my favorite part of the library." She pushed her cart to the side and walked briskly to a part of the library Simon had never been to before. Her steps were quick for her, but Simon had to shorten his stride so as to not walk in line with her. After passing a few aisles, they arrived at a section that had books he had never seen before. "So," she said, turning towards him, "this is our classics section. The top row is romance, the middle is nonfiction, and the bottom is poetry. Personally, I like the top row, I'm a bit of a romantic." She flitted her eyes away at the last part, her blush darkening a bit. "I'm sorry, I never got your name," Simon said, his confidence rising a little bit at her small flirting attempt. "Oh, sorry about that, honey. My name is Lilly. If you need help with anything else, I'll be around." "Actually, I know you don't know me, but I think you're the most gorgeous girl I've laid eyes on. Forgive me for being forward, but did you want to go on a date? I'd love to get to know you, Lilly." He wasn't sure where he got the balls to ask her out so quickly from. Maybe it was the nights spent alone, her lovely smile, the way her perfume flooded his senses, or the fact that this was the first time he ever felt immediately infatuated with a person and was scared he would never get the chance to know her.

It was clear Lilly was caught off guard by his sudden request. "Oh! Sure. Here, let me give you my number." Her small hand was held out for his phone, a smile still plastered on her face. She wasn't sure how a buff, attractive, older man somehow decided he wanted to get to know her within 5 minutes of seeing her for the first time. Even with his mask and his introverted demeanor, she could tell he was very handsome and interesting. He handed her his phone, their hands so different in size and characteristics. Soft, chubby, and unscarred contrasted with calloused, strong, and slightly marred. She quickly typed in her number and texted herself a smiley face. "There you go. I have to get back to work, but I'm excited to hear from you..." She paused, waiting for him to tell her his name. "Simon."

~Timeskip~

It had been 2 days of back-and-forth texting between Simon and Lilly. She could tell he wasn't much of a texter based on his lack of emojis, proficient use of punctuation, and lack of responses that were more than 5 words. Simon thought he was doing a lot better than he actually was. They set up a date at Lilly's apartment, opting for something less private for Simon's comfort. Simon decided to wear black canvas jeans with leather boots and a dark blue button-up. It would normally take him a lot longer to go without a mask in front of someone, but he figured he was already going to her house, so if she wanted to kill him, she wouldn't have a problem. Besides, to die by her hands would be a gift from the universe. There was something about Lilly that made Simon want to open his soul to her and let her poke around until she knew it like the back of her hand. No mask tonight.

Lilly cleaned her house from top to bottom all day, making sure candles were lit and takeout from her favorite restaurant was staying warm in the oven. She decided to wear a black velvet dress with torn stockings underneath and knee-high black boots. A dark red lip adorned her face along with black eyeliner. She jumped when she heard her doorbell ring. Simon heard her scurry to the door to open it for him, he thought it was cute how she was so doting even before their first date. When Lilly opened the door, they both paused in awe. Seeing Simon's face without his mask was a shock for Lilly. He was much more handsome than she thought. He was clean-shaven with small scars kissing his skin every few inches or so. His eyes pierced through her as he took her in. Simon's heart rate sped up as he saw the soft fabric fall over her curves, how the stockings clung to her plush thighs, and how her boots made her legs look even more appealing than before. "Hi, honey," Lilly said, stepping off to the side to let the large man through her door. Their height difference might be the death of her. "Almost sounds like I'm coming home from work and you're my little wife greeting me," Simon chuckled, not sure how to start the conversation like a normal person. "Gosh, Simon, could you be any more forward?" Lilly laughed. "Sorry, I'm just new to all of this," Simon said, looking around the apartment. "Don't be, honey, I was just teasing. I'm flattered you got out of your comfort zone for me." Simon just smiled at her. "We can take a look around if you like. The dining room is just around the corner," Lilly said, walking in front of Simon to show him where they would be having dinner. "Alright." She could almost feel his footsteps behind her as they walked through her house, her face hot at the thought of him looking at all of her belongings and decorations. Once they reached the dining area, Lilly went to the stove and put her oven mittens on. "I hope you're ready for dinner. You can take a seat at the table, honey," she said as she pulled their food out of the oven and started plating it. Her table was a small two-person table, but Simon managed to fit. "I like the way you decorated your place. Much better than mine. You'll have to come over and help me decorate." "Oh, Simon, I'm sure your house isn't so bad." "You'd be surprised," he said as Lilly sat down their plates and sat in the chair across from him. "So, honey, what did you want to know about me?" "Everything, I guess." "Okay, haha," she said, suddenly feeling shy at what she would say and what Simon would think about it. "I'm 28 and started working at the library..."

As the night went on and Simon and Lilly got to know each other, they both felt a tension in the air. Their voices got lower, their blushes got deeper, and their questions became more intimate. "Well, since we're done eating, what do you think about moving this to the couch, honey?" "Sure, I don't mind." They both walked to her large couch in her living room and sat next to each other. Lilly sat a little closer than she would've at the beginning of the night. "Lilly, I am going to be honest. I think you're an amazing girl. I don't think I'll be able to go a day without thinking about you now that I've gotten a taste." Lilly's heart began to race, and she felt more and more shy as Simon's deep eyes gazed at her. "Wow, Simon. I'm flattered. I, um, don't know what to say. I think you're so kind and strong. I know there's a lot of stuff you can't tell me right now, but I can tell you've been through a lot. You're incredibly attractive and smart. I know this is only our first date, but I would love to be the person you go to if you need something."

As she spoke, her voice got softer and their lips got closer. Their eyes shut and their lips collided like galaxies merging. Everything felt so right. Simon's large hands came to her plush waist and easily pulled her on top of his lap, a giggle coming from Lilly's mouth. "Lilly, tell me if you don't want this," Simon said, his lips red from the kiss. "Honey, I've been wanting this since you talked to me at the library." "You know that was just an excuse to talk to you, right?" "Of course I do."

They kissed again, this time Lilly's hands came to his hair, tugging on the short strands that she could grasp. Simon gasped into her mouth and his hands moved down to her plump ass. Lilly whined and deepened the kiss. Simon moved his mouth away and asked, "What do you want?" "I want to make you feel good." "Get on your knees." Simon's hands guided Lilly down to her knees in front of him, her pupils practically heart-shaped. God, he could right now just with how pretty she looked between his legs. He would have to play with her piercings and count her freckles at a later time. He grabbed her hands and guided them to his belt. "Can I undo your belt, honey?" "Yes, please." Her small hands made quick work of undoing his belt and popping his button. Simon lifted his hips to let her shimmy his pants off his waist, down to his knees. "I want you to suck my cock." "Okay," Lilly said, her chest heaving and her body tingling. He looked like a god before her. His thick, muscular thighs in front of her, his hair messy and tousled, his chest heaving, and his dark gaze watching her every move, it was all almost too much for her little heart. She wanted nothing else other than to make him feel good.

She pulled his boxers down to reveal a faint line of hair that trailed to his long, thick cock. "Lick it." She looked up at him as she brought the angry-red tip to her mouth and let the soft skin grace her tongue. His precum was salty, but wasn't bad. Her hands pumped what she didn't take into her mouth. Simon bit his lip and threw his head back as she ran her tongue over the head of his dick. "Fuck, take all of it," he said, moving her hands out of the way and thrusting his hips towards her mouth. Lilly whined as her jaw widened to take all of his thickness, his tip tickled the back of her throat and she willed herself not to gag. Simon moaned and tangled his fingers in her hair, lightly thrusting his hips. "You're doing so good, taking my cock in your mouth. Sweet little thing," Simon moaned and she began to move her mouth up and down over his length, her tongue caressing the underside of him. Lilly moaned at his words, Simon guiding her was making her pussy drip and she rubbed her thighs together to get some sort of relief. Simon's breathing started to hitch and she gagged as his thrusting became more erratic. His eyes twisted shut and he let out the sexiest whine Lilly had ever heard as he came down her throat. Lilly swallowed the salty liquid and popped off of his softening dick as Simon caught his breath.

He looked down at her as she rested her cheek on his thigh, her eyes pleading, lips swollen, lipstick smudged, and eye makeup running. "Get on the couch. It's my turn to make you feel good."

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Dinner and Dessert

Peeta Mallark x Reader (Modern AU)

(I have been on a Hunger Games kick and recently binged all of the movies. I will be adding Peeta as a request option! Yes, I am posting this again. Why? Because 2 notes for this fic is crazy)

TW: Talking about food and eating a lot, culinary school and business owning inaccuracies, alcohol, swearing

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The warm wind blows around me as I walk to class from my dorm. One of the luxuries of going to school in California is the amazing weather. I go to culinary school, which is pretty hard, but the experience totally makes up for it. As I approach the door I notice a boy from my class heading down from his dorm. I think his name is Peeta? He's pretty quiet, he keeps to himself and a couple other guys that he gets partnered with frequently. He gets to the door faster than I do and opens it for me. I feel my face heat up as I look at him and smile. "Thanks!" "No problem." We walk side by side to class, my face still warm from the proximity. Why did I never notice how cute he is?

~Timeskip~

It's been a week since Peeta opened the door for me and we walked into class together. I haven't gotten him out of my head since then. The way the muscles in his arms tense and ripple while he's chopping something or kneading dough, the way his cheeks flare a bright pink when he catches me staring, the way he takes criticism from our professor with such grace, God, why didn't I notice him sooner? He's a great baker, excelling in all things pastry or dessert, but he struggles with basically everything else...I hope he passes. As I start to clean my workstation to end class for the day, I feel a presence approaching me. I turned to see Peeta looking shy and like he wanted to say something to me. "Hey, Peeta. What's up?" "Hi, Y/n. I was just wondering if you had anything planned for tonight or the weekend?" It's a Friday, so I should have something planned, but all of my friends were busy with classwork, jobs, or relationship stuff. "No, I don't have any plans. Why?" His blush spread from his cheeks all the way from his hairline to underneath his shirt. "Um, well, I was wondering if you would be interested in coming over to my dorm. I've been trying out this cake recipe and I need someone to be my taste tester." He was rubbing his hands on his pants while he asked, probably trying to dry off the sweat. So sweet, he's nervous to ask me out. A wide grin took over my face. "Sure! When were you thinking?" His anxious look relaxed and he gave a small smile at my acceptance. "Whatever day works best for you." "Let's do Saturday night. That way we both have time to prepare and I can stay a little bit later." "What do you mean prepare?" "Well, you don't think I'm going to show up empty-handed, do you? Let me give you my number so we can confirm beforehand.'' "Okay, here's my phone." "Thanks, see you later, Peeta." "See you." Peeta smiled and walked away. I turned to finish cleaning my station. I just got asked out by the cutest, sweetest guy in class!

~Timeskip~

It's Saturday and I texted Peeta about an hour ago confirming we were still on for 6pm at his dorm room. Fortunately, we don't have to share dorms, so it's more like a studio apartment than a dorm. I wonder what it will be decorated like. I rustle through my closet trying to find a cute, but not too cute, outfit for our date. I find the cutest pink dress with a dainty baby's breath print on it when I get a phone call from Peeta. "Hello?" "Hi. I'm at the market right now and was wondering if you'd be interested in some wine with dinner? If you don't drink that's okay, I can grab some soda or tea, too." "I think white wine would go well with what I made. Is that alright?" "That's perfect. I'll see you in a bit." "Okay, bye." He is so thoughtful. I'll have to pay him back for that wine. I scrambled to finish my hair and makeup. The carbonara I made was sitting on the counter, ready to be reheated and served. My hands are shaking as I carry the pot through campus to his dorm. Thankfully his building isn't too far from mine. When I finally reach his building, I see he is already standing outside for me. He's wearing a black button-up top with black slacks and dress shoes. Wow. He is so handsome. He smiles as he sees me approaching and meets me a few feet away from the door to the dorms. The blush from when he first asked me out returned to his face and neck. "Here, let me grab that." He grabs the pot from my hands and starts walking towards the door. "Thanks, I felt like my arms were about to fall off." "You should've told me, I would've picked you up from your room and walked with you." "That's nice of you. Well, at least I know for next time." He smiles at that but doesn't respond.

After a quiet ride in the elevator, we reached his floor and walked a little way down the hall. "Here we are. My humble abode." If I didn't smell the sweet scent of berries and chocolate from down the hall, I definitely did now. It hit me light a train when he opened the door to his room. "Oh my gosh, Peeta! It smells so good in here!" "Heh, yeah, I've been baking the same thing over and over, so the smell was bound to get super strong. If it bugs you I can open a window." "No! I don't want anybody else smelling this, I'm greedy." As I walk inside I can't help but notice all of the decorations he has. It's almost boho. Warm colors, soft textures, sweet lighting, macrame, etc. A lot of sunset orange, too. "I love how you decorated your place, Peeta," I said as I moved further in. "Thanks," he says as he sets my pot down on his stove, "I like when a home feels cozy. Besides, I need every surface to be nap-approved so I can sleep after eating all of my creations." "That's a valid reason, haha." He moves past me and towards the bar that separates the kitchen from the living area. "Here, come sit down." He pulls out a chair for me and I move to sit. "Thank you." "Of course. Let me grab the wine for us and I can start on heating the pasta." "Okay, I hope you like carbonara. I think I did okay, but if you don't like it we can order takeout, haha." "Oh, please, you know you're at least top 3 in our class. I think it'll be perfect." "Well, if I'm top 3 then you're top 2. You could have your own TV. show with how good you bake." His blush returns at my praise. "I hope you still think that after tonight. I'm not sure this is my best try at this dessert. Making a chocolate and berry souffle can be pretty daunting." "Wow, we haven't even gotten that far in class yet. I'm serious, Peeta, you need to do something with that talent." "I'll try." He pours us two glasses of the white wine he bought. "Here, let me pay you back for the wine," I say as I reach for my purse. "No, don't worry about it. I offered." I see sincerity in his eyes, practically pleading for me not to grab my wallet. "Fine, but I'm paying next time." "Alright," he says, his lovely smile gracing me with its presence again. I hear the pasta starting to simmer, "I think the pasta is done. Let me help plate it." I get up and move towards where Peeta is in the kitchen. "The plates are in that cabinet." I grab two light blue plates and bring them to him, he's already twirling the noodles with tongs, portioning out the food. "Go sit, I'll bring the plates over." I barely whisper, "Okay," and go back to my seat. There's a flutter in my chest every time he does something kind or chivalrous. I really hope there is a next time. Peeta brings the plates over and sits down. "It smells really lovely, Y/n. I'm practically drooling over here." "Oh, stop. Let's eat before it gets cold." Yes ma'am." Ma'am...I like that.

We both twirl some noodles on our forks and take a bite. It took a second for us to really savor the taste of the pasta, but we both moaned in sync once it hit us. "Mmm! Y/n, this is the best thing I've ever had!" "Not to toot my own horn, but it is really fucking good!" We continued to eat with minimal talking, opting to enjoy the food rather than conversate. I finished my plate just as Peeta finished his. "Thank you, Y/n. That was amazing. I don't think I've felt that amazed by food in a while." "You're welcome. It's just one of the perks of being on a date with a culinary school student. I'm much more excited for the souffle you made, though." "Let me get those in the oven before we fall into a food coma," he said as he stood up. I grabbed our plates and brought them to the sink to be washed. "Don't worry about cleaning up. Why don't you sit on the couch and pick a show for us to watch?" "No, I can't just let you clean everything up. Do you have a specific way of washing your dishes?" "Nope, just the normal way, I guess. Thanks for cleaning up." "No problem. Thanks for asking me out. I'm having a really fun time," I said as I started washing the plates and pot. "Thanks for saying yes. I'm having a nice time, too," he said as he put the souffles in the oven. "While you do that I am going to pick a show for us. Do you have any preferences on what we watch? We don't have to watch anything, either, if you don't want to. I figured it might be nice to hang out on the couch and relax after dinner. Besides, I'm feeling all tingly from the wine already, haha," he said. "No, I don't have a preference. Just put on whatever you like, I'm sure I'll like it, too," I said as I finished washing everything. I heard the show start right as the oven beeped. "Come sit down, I'll plate the dessert," Peeta said as he got up from the couch. "Okay," I dried my hands off and made my way to the couch to see Daria playing. "I love this show!" "Really? I was hoping it would be okay."

Peeta walked over to the couch with two ramekins, a souffle in each. "Here you go, I hope you like it." "I'm sure I will." I scooped into the souffle with the spoon Peeta gave me and watched as a warm, gooey filling spilled out. I take a bite and let the chocolatey and fruity flavor coat my mouth. I can't stop the moan that leaves my mouth. I feel Peeta's eyes staring at me, gauging my reaction. "Peeta..." "Yes? How is it?" "This is the best thing I have ever eaten in my entire life." He lets out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you like it. I was really nervous." "I don't know why. You really are amazing." "You are, too, Y/n."

~Timeskip~

I was laughing at a joke that Peeta made when I checked my phone to see the time. "It's already 1am!" "Really? I don't think it would be safe for you to walk home this late. You could stay here if you want," Peeta offered shyly. "Oh, I'm not sure if I can. I don't have any of my things and I would hate to intrude. I know your bedroom is just around the corner, so I would hate to invade your privacy and all that," it took me longer than normal to speak, the wine buzz was getting to me. "I really don't mind. I have spare clothes and extra toiletries. Obviously, you don't have to stay if you're uncomfortable, but I figured I would offer." I searched his eyes to see if there were any signs of mal intentions, but all I see is kindness and concern. "Sure, I'll stay. Do you mind if I change?" "Of course not, let me get you some clothes. Sweats and a shirt okay," he asked as he started rounding the corner to his room. I gave him a small nod. Are we going to cuddle? I wouldn't mind his strong arms around me...I hope he doesn't think something more is going to happen tonight. I was in the middle of my thinking when something soft got thrown at my face. "You can change in the bathroom when you're ready," he said, smiling at me. I laugh as I stand up, "Okay, funny guy, I'm going now." He just smiles at me and sits back down on the couch. I walk into his clean, tidy bathroom. It smells like sugar cookies. Probably due to the candle sitting on the counter, but I wouldn't doubt it's because he made some recently, too. I change into his clothes, the smell of his laundry detergent and faint cologne engulfing my senses. I feel my face heating up as I press the shirt closer to my nose. I could smell this forever.

I step out of the bathroom, my clothes folded in my arms to leave on a chair, when I see the couch has been pulled out and turned into a bed. The lights have been dimmed and the TV. volume has been lowered. "Hey," Peeta says from the edge of the sofa bed, "I can sleep either on the couch or in the bedroom. I don't mind. It's whatever you're the most comfortable with." Suddenly feeling incredibly brave and in need of physical touch. "Um, actually, do you think we can share a bed? I want to keep talking and I wouldn't mind a little cuddling, either. You don't have to if you don't want to, though." My face is hot and my hands are starting to sweat as I wait for a response. The tension was practically suffocating as I was a blush blossom from his cheeks and travel all the way underneath his shirt again. "I'm sorry if I made it awkward, I can go-" "No! You didn't make it awkward. I'm sorry. I would love to share a bed. I was just getting nervous about being so close to such a pretty and incredible girl. I'll go change." He gets up and walks into his bedroom to get clothes and walks into the bathroom. I set my stuff down and got comfortable on the sofa bed he prepared. Oh. My. God. I am about to cuddle with Peeta Mellark. He came out about a minute later, old clothes bundled in his arms. He throws his clothes somewhere in his room before he joins me in the bed. "You know, you look cute in my clothes." "You look cute in your clothes, too." I feel the warmth of his body radiating off of him onto me. I shift onto my side to face him and he does the same. "Peeta, can I tell you something embarrassing?" "Of course." "I know this is our first date and really the first time we've gotten to know each other, but I think I really like you already." My eyes are almost glossy with my nervousness coupled with my sudden shyness. A fat grin took over Peeta's face. "I feel the same way about you, Y/n." "Good. I don't think I could share your dessert-making skills with anyone else." "I feel the same way about your carbonara." I leaned in and gave him a small, sweet kiss on his lips before turning around and pushing my back to his chest. When I feel his muscular arm wrap around me and his nose press into my hair I say, "Goodnight, Peeta." "Goodnight, Y/n."

~Timeskip~

My eyes flutter open as I hear my alarm going off. I sit up in bed and turn to see Peeta lying on his stomach, arms underneath his head, breathing softly. He's still the sweetest, most handsome thing I've ever laid eyes on. It's been about five years since our first date. We made it official soon after and Peeta proposed after three years of dating, right after we graduated culinary school together. By that point, we had already been living with each other for one and a half years and gained two cats and a dog. We got married a year after he proposed and bought a cute place that sat above our own business. We still live in a touristy, college town, so we opened Dinner and Dessert. Before I could reminisce any more about the past few years, I felt Peeta stirring next to me. "Good morning," he grumbled, eyes still closed. "Good morning, love," I say as I get up to get ready for the day. I put on jeans, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes, and tie an apron over it all. The casual clothes make our clients feel less intimidated. When Peeta gets up he sports the same outfit. We walk downstairs to our work area together and start setting up for the day. I hop on the computer to see what we have for our morning set of clients. "We have 4 couples today, Peeta." "Alright, I'll set up for 4, then." "Thank you."

We run a business where we do cooking classes for friends, couples, families, parents, and their young children, etc. Monday through Thursday we have a morning block, an afternoon block, and a night block, all of which correspond to the meal that would be served during that time. On Fridays, we do specialty workshops where we focus on one specific skill or dish that takes longer than the usual 2.5-hour block we use during the week. I focus on the savory part of the dish while Peeta focuses on the dessert or the bread part of the dish. If we're making French toast, Peeta is showing them how to make the bread and I am showing them how to make the perfect eggs. If we're doing dinner, I show them how to pan-sear salmon while he shows them how to make the perfect pie to go with it. We don't work on the weekends, opting to focus on each other. We go to the beach, go on hikes, explore the state, and most of all, we feed each other. We coordinate meals, do surprise meals, or visit old friends from school and their restaurants/food trucks. Peeta is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Who would've thought that 5 years ago if he hadn't opened that door for me we wouldn't be together? Hah! Yeah, right. We're meant to be together, like dinner and dessert

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simon riley who reassures you on your body.. you’re his wife and he truly doesn’t care about your insecurities and sees them as beautiful (thick thighs, stomach pudge, hip dips, etc.)

Reassurance

Simon Riley x Wife!Reader Fluff

(Note: EEEEEK my first request!! We are so back, y'all! Thanks anon :P hope this is what you were looking for)

(TW: body image issues, some sadness before the fluff)

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Simon Riley isn't one to be brought to his knees easily, but you just have things about you that he cannot get over. Any time you're in a bathing suit, his clothes, a comfy outfit, anything or nothing, he can't help but to think about how gorgeous you look. Throughout your relationship, you guys have both reassured each other whenever you have a day where you're feeling extra down about your appearance. Even when you feel comfortable or neutral about your body, Simon will still compliment and praise you as if you created the universe just for him (he truly thinks you did). He is never one to be stingy with his compliments.

You had been feeling really good about yourself lately, but today just wasn't going well for you. Simon had planned a special dinner date for the two of you and you had tried on the dress you bought just for the occasion. You didn't like the way the fabric stretched over your hips and heightened the appearance of your hip dips, or the way your stomach was more visible than you would've liked, or how you could see the lack of thigh gap between your legs. You were in the middle of your criticizing when Simon walked into the bedroom. Your heart immediately dropped and there was pressure behind your eyes. He was so handsome. What would people think when they saw you two together? Simon noticed your lack of greeting or mention of his outfit and asked, "You okay, love?" You took a deep breath and looked away, a soft, "Yeah. You look amazing, Si," falling from your lips. Suddenly the makeup you had on wasn't done right, the perfume you were wearing smelt sour, the shoes you picked weren't flattering on you at all, and the stone on your ring finger felt out of place.

You sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, you head falling into your hands. How could you even look at Simon when he looked so perfect in his all-black outfit and perfect body and perfect hair? You felt the bed dip beside you and soon his arms were bringing you into his lap, cradling you. "Are you feeling okay? What do you need from me?" His deep voice rumbled into your shoulder that was pressed into his chest. You finally looked up at him with glossy eyes and barely above a whisper said, "I just don't know why you're with me, Simon. You're perfect. Your body-" Before you could finish he cut you off. "Is that what this is about? Lovey, you're the most gorgeous girl anyone has laid eyes on. I swear every love song, poem, statue, and story, was made in your honor. If anybody says otherwise then they're lying. What were you thinking about when I walked in?" He put his hand under your chin and made you look up at him again, your head bowed when he was talking, and he wanted to look at your pretty eyes while you described your insecurities to him. You sighed. After being with Simon, you figured out there was no point in beating around the bush or lying or even trying to squirm away. He would never force you to talk or keep you somewhere you didn't want to be, but he was persistent and would find out anyway. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment. Admitting your insecurities to someone who looked like a god was nerve-wracking. "Um, I don't know. I just feel like my thighs are too big, my stomach isn't flat enough, and my hips are shaped weirdly. I don't think I'm pretty enough for you, Simon. You could have anyone you wanted, hell, you could have a top model in this bed tonight if you wanted." Your eyes welled at the thought of him with a better woman. It took everything you had not to hold onto his neck and let sobs wrack your body while you cried into his chest.

He hadn't interrupted this time, letting your words weigh on his mind before he responded. "Y/n, You break my heart every time you talk like that. I know you can't help it, but I just wish you saw yourself the way I see you. You say you don't know how I could be with you, but all I think about is how happy an ugly bloke like me managed to get the most divine being to exist. Your thighs, tummy, and hips are works of art that are nothing short of what only pure perfection could create. They show how womanly you are and they're so, so sexy." He had moved you to be straddling him at this point, placing soft kisses on your face, neck, shoulders, and chest. Your frown became less prominent at his sweet words and tender kisses. "You are so amazing inside and out. You take care of me and show me it's okay to love and be loved. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are so sweet, understanding, smart, funny, and gorgeous. Without your hips where would my hands go when I need to ground myself? What would help fill out your clothes so nicely? Without your tummy where would all the proof of our love go? All the lovely dinners we have, all the treats we make, or buy, and enjoy together? The softness that makes me remember I don't need to be so rough and that there is still sweetness in the world? My favorite place to lay when I come home from work and need to rest would be gone without your tummy. Without your thighs what would you use to hold onto me when I pick you up and spin you around after I come back from a mission? What would you use to get you around for all of our adventures? What would I grab when I'm driving you around or sitting next to you? Every part of your body was made with flawless divinity and I will tell you every day if I have to for you to believe me." You were smiling softly now, your cheeks warm. "You always know just what to say." "It's hard not to when all I think about is how much I love you all day every day. Finish getting ready so we can go to dinner." You get off his lap and kiss his cheek before finishing up, a new opinion of yourself settling into you.

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To be loved is to be seen

Simon Riley x Wife!Reader Fluff/Smut (18+)

(The things you notice and remember about Simon after being together for so long)

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TW: NSFW topics (Sex, P in V)

You have been with Simon for 5 years. You dated for 2 years (courted for even longer before he decided it was safe to love someone openly again) and have been married for 3 (you guys eloped pretty soon after he proposed). After being together for so long, you couldn't help but compile a list of all his quirks, preferences, and other little facts.

While he was very private and quiet with his affection for you in the beginning of your relationship, he has become much more open about it. Simon spent so much time keeping his emotions internal, that he was ready to let his love engulf you in the way he always wanted it to. He isn't a fan of major PDA, but he will keep a hand on you if possible.

He is so lovey-dovey. As mentioned above, he loves knowing he doesn't have to be secretive with his love, so he writes notes, does breakfast in bed, lets you do skincare on him, holds your hand proudly in public, and spoils you to no end.

Simon loves a sweet, milky tea. Don't let him lie to you. He likes 4 sugars and a heavy dose of cream or milk. It reminds him he isn't at work or in a shitty position where he can't enjoy a sweet treat. It's the epitome of indulgence to him. Simon loves a sweet tea from his sweet wife.

Not just with tea, but he has a sweet tooth for everything. He just can't stop himself when you make a fresh batch of sweets or pass by a bakery. He can't stand spicy food, though. If it's well seasoned, that's one thing, but if it's spicier than his favorite salsa/hot sauce, he won't enjoy it nearly as much. Of course, he knows there are worse things, so he will eat without complaint regardless of where you are, but you know when you see his neck starting to flush that it's too hot for him. He just doesn't see the joy in hurting both his tongue and ass for some food.

He is so incredibly polite. Some people like to confuse blunt or straightforward with rude and cold, but that's not right. Simon always says "Please", "Thank you", "Sir", and "Ma'am". He doesn't understand why you would be rude to someone for no reason. Simon also always leaves a nice tip for servers, etc. Dealing with people all day long would kill his social battery, so he leaves them a little extra for their brave choice to deal with the public.

Simon has such a nice physique, but it takes quite a bit to maintain. He doesn't want to miss out on any time with you, so he will go super early in the morning when you're still sleeping at home. He doesn't like working out in front of people if he can help it. He usually lets his guard down when he's focusing on form or straining to finish his last set of 250lb bench presses. He showers and is back in bed for cuddles before you even start to stir awake.

He loves animals. They remind him that goodness and innocence still exist in the world. While he may be embarrassed being seen with a small doggy in his arms, he will still love and spoil them to no end. Doing even get him started on cats. He will just sit in the same room as one and feel so understood. Reptiles, fish, etc. he loves them all.

Simon likes a rare steak. He doesn't like it cooked any more than that, but he will suddenly love medium if it's what you made. (He calls it shoe leather if overcooked anywhere else)

He has such nice teeth. Despite the stereotypes around British people and having bad teeth, Simon's are naturally pretty straight. He uses floss and mouthwash as well as a whitening toothpaste.

He will do whatever accent you have (if it's different than yours) just to see you giggle.

Simon added your birth month flower into his arm sleeve. The one sweet thing that's permanently on his body and it's dedicated to you.

He loves taking baths both with and without you. They relax his muscles in a way that showers can't. Having such a big, heavy body means gravity isn't on your side, so when he can have some relief in the tub, he's a happy man.

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Simon can be rough, but he prefers not to be. You're his sweet little thing, why would he want to put you in a position that is anything but comforting and full of love? Sure, if you're into the more kinky stuff, he will gladly oblige, but he may not do anything that includes intense degradation.

He prefers to be praised and loved on rather than humiliated or degraded. Simon has endured enough of that growing up and in his job. He loves your gentle touches and sweet kisses, so different than what he normally experiences.

Simon cums so much. It's an obscene amount every time he cums. He will also go multiple rounds if you let him. Being away for so long means having several fantasies he wants to play out. You guys have long abandoned getting new sheets after they're stained with your love.

He is pretty insecure about his body. His scars, his proportions, anything really. Simon loves it when you reassure him and make him feel loved down to the bone. He even still blushes when he's getting undressed and your hungry eyes are eating him up.

His favorite position is sitting up with you riding him. Hugging you while you grind and bounce on his cock is heaven. He can see the pretty faces you make and see your tits jiggle, too. It's one of the best positions to get you to cum quick, which is always his goal. He would never deprive you of a quick release.

His cum tastes good. He eats pretty clean (and eats some extra things to make it taste good for you), so you never mind giving him a quick blowie to ease some tension

He is a munch. He loves to feel your thighs fight against his hands as they quake and shiver from the use of his tongue on your pussy. You'll hear how sloppy he's being and the moans he's letting out as he humps the bed. It's such a turn-on for him, he can't help it.

Simon is vocal in bed. Why be quiet when you can be loud and tell everyone how good your partner is being. Whines, whimpers, moans, cursing, you name it. He knows how much you love hearing him, so he does nothing to hide his noises of pleasure.

If you liked this, please send some more suggestions and Simon quirks to my inbox so I can continue this list!

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(PART 2) The way to a man's heart...

Part 1

Simon "Ghost" Riley x SAHW!Reader Fluff

(Note: Sorry this took so long, I have been busy with 20-year-old girl stuff)

My inbox is still open for requests! Don't be shy, y'all!

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The note had a scrawled "Thank You" written on the outside. When you opened the note, it read, "Thanks for the cookies. They were good. -S (xxx) xxx-xxx" Your heart dropped in both disappointment and excitement. You got his phone number! Wait, why would he only give you an initial? The disappointment stemmed from not getting his full name, but your excitement overrode that feeling as you dizzily unlocked your door and went into your house. S...what a sexy letter. It took you two days and a dozen cinnamon rolls left at his door for you to work up the courage to text the number he gave you. Your hands were sweaty and making the screen of your cellphone gross when you finally sent the text, "Hi, it's y/n, from across the street. I hope you got the cinnamon rolls I left :)." You threw yourself back into the mass of pillows on your bed and clutched your phone to your chest, heart pounding. You weren't sure how much time had past until you heard the familiar text notification sound. You practically jumped out of your skin and went to read the text. "Hello. Yes, I got the cinnamon rolls. They were good, thank you." While you may have gotten a text back, you weren't as pleased as you'd thought you'd be. Why does he text like someone's dry ass dad? You were less nervous as you sent out another text. "You're welcome. If you're ever craving something, feel free to let me know. Also, what's your name? You only left your initial in your note." His reply was, "Will do. I can't tell you my name." Your conversation went back and forth until you learned that his name was "classified" for some reason and to not leave any food for him for the next 2 months as he would be on a work trip. The news about his work saddened you, as it meant you couldn't try to sneak a glance at him if you ever saw him. Over the course of the two months, however, you were surprised to see you were still messaging regularly. You didn't know, but this was huge for Simon. He was finally letting someone in after what went down with his family. Simon knew there was a risk with letting you into his life, even if it was harmless messaging, but he was tired of the lonely days and nights filled with empty sheets and an empty feeling in his chest. He didn't know why, but it seemed like the more he got to know you, the hole in his heart and life seemed to be more and more you shaped. You were incredibly anxious the day after he came home from work. You still didn't know what he worked as and he warned you that he would have to keep his mask on, other than to eat, of course. A 3-course meal was ready for the both of you. Like your usual self, you leaned into your cooking and baking skills and invited him over for dinner as your way to get to know him better, in real life. There was a heavy knock at the door and you scrambled to open it. The smell of cologne and aftershave filled your lungs and the sight of a masked man wearing black pants, black dress shoes, and a black button-up shirt filled your eyes. "Hello." God, his voice was a dream. "Hello," you squeaked out, "Please, come in." He walked past you and into the space between your dining room and living room. You quietly shut the door and admired how much taller than you he was. Your face felt hot and you bit your lip to try and center yourself. "Please, sit down," you practically whispered. "Um, I wasn't sure if you drink wine, so I have a sparkling cider that will go well with the fish I prepared," you said as you grabbed two chilled bottles from the refrigerator. "Thank you," he said, his body barely fitting in the seat at your table. You wondered how a man could be so handsome while wearing a mask. Maybe it was how intently his eyes stayed on you, focused, present. Or maybe it was how you noticed those eyes seemed to be crinkling at the corners. Was he smiling? Unbeknownst to both you and Simon, he was smiling. A small, sweet smile that had his cheeks blushing.

To be continued...

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Masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Lover (Simon Riley x Wife!Reader): I cannot stop thinking about Ghost and being a cute domestic wife for him (Tw: Intense gender roles, kinda stalker Simon, smut if you squint)

Oh, Baby:Husband!Simon Riley x PregnantWife!Reader: How Simon would be if you were his pregnant wife as well as how he would be if he were a father

LOSERRR (18+) (Musician!Simon Riley x Reader): Inspired by Trent and Daria (TW: NSFW-brief mentions of sex, weed, and alcohol)

(SERIES) The way to a man's heart...(Simon Riley x SAHW!Reader): Cooking for Simon is how you won his heart and how you share your love (Work in Progress)

-Part 1, Part 2

To be loved is to be seen (18+) (Simon Riley x Wife! Reader): Headcanons of some quirks that Simon has (TW: NSFW, sex, p in v)

Peeta Mellark

Dinner and Dessert (Peeta Mellark x Reader) {Modern au}: You and Peeta meet in culinary school and build a little life together (TW: Swearing, mentions food and eating, and alcohol)

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(PART 1) The way to a man's heart...

Part 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x SAHW!Reader Fluff

(Note: I fear my "wife" fics are fairly liked among some people and I'm a girl whose love language is making food for loved ones, so here this is. I guess this is too long for one post, so this will be a multi-part series, stay tuned for updates)

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Food is the way to many hearts, but it was more than that for you and Simon. You always had an affinity for cooking, baking, and for food in general. It was no secret that food was the most prominent love language in your family. It was how you said "congratulations", "I'm sorry", and every other emotion you could think of. You had been cooking since you could sit upright on the counter, your family members having you taste whatever was on the stove and asking what you thought it needed. As you grew up and your skills developed, you used it as a way to celebrate life and love with others. Something about deliberately picking out the best ingredients, spending time and skills to make the dish, and making sure it was perfect before sharing it always spoke to you. Food was everything to you. Until you saw your neighbor from across the street moving in. You had moved into your own little place, working a job that you didn't mind and that paid the bills. You were enjoying a perfect breakfast you had made when you suddenly heard the boisterous voices of men outside. You took a peek outside your window to see what was going on and it was like the man you saw reached into your lungs and stole the air within them. Your face suddenly felt hot and your hands never itched more to start on a fresh batch of brown butter chocolate chip cookies. Suddenly a stalker, you kept staring at the large, quiet man with a skull mask on. It wasn't until he got tired of your staring from his peripheral and looked back at you that you stepped out of sight from the window and regained your breath. Unbeknownst to you, the second Simon saw rustling from the corner of his eye, he noticed you staring from the window. He smirked a little under the mask, what a pretty thing...he thought. Simon kept unpacking his things with Soap and Gaz, quietly contributing to the conversation every now and again, but his mind was thinking about how cute you looked standing there peeking at him. You ran back to your kitchen sink, food cold and forgotten, and rinsed your face with cold water. You rushed to get everything ready for the cookies, hands shaking slightly. It took you a few hours to finish the cookies and you didn't hear any more of the men in the street. While the cookies were chilling in the fridge you took the liberty of showering and getting pretty for him ready to meet your new neighbor. Your container of cookies was adorned with a bow and a card that had your name and phone number. It was only in case he needed something, of course. You took a deep breath and walked across the street to your neighbor's house. A shaky hand knocked on the door and you waited for him to answer. It only took a minute before a tall, hulking man was standing in front of you. You were caught off guard by him still having his mask on, you assumed he wore it outside as a sunguard. Your face immediately felt hot again and when he said, "Hello," in his thick accent and deep voice you almost squeaked. "Um, hi. I saw you moving in and thought I would introduce myself. My name is y/n. I made you some cookies as a 'welcome' gift. There's a note with my name and number if you need anything," you shoved the box into his hands before you could embarrass yourself and quickly walked back into your house. You slammed the door shut behind yourself and leaned against it. How could you be so stupid? You didn't even get his name. Simon smiled as he watched you walk back to your place. Both the scent of the cookies and the sweetness you displayed made his cheeks flush. Normally girls would avoid him for fear of their safety or rejection, but within the span of 3 hours, you made him cookies and introduced yourself to him. It had been a few days since you gave your neighbor the cookies, but your phone had no new numbers and your house had no new guests. You were walking into your house after a shift when you noticed a note shoved in your door frame.

To be continued...

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LOSERRR

Musician!Simon Riley x Reader (18+)

(This may or may not be inspired by Trent and Daria :p I cranked this out in like 30 mins, pls be nice)

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TW: NSFW (brief mentions of sex, weed, and alcohol)

Simon wasn't a loser per se, he just wasn't abiding by society's expectations of what a 23-year-old guy should be doing. He was taking a class at the local community college and was passing, so it wasn't like he wasn't trying to get an education, he just had different things to focus on. Making music and having a band was the second most important thing to him, you were the first. Performing in front of a crowd, even if it was only 1 person, was what he lived to do.

He spent the majority of his time sparking up or drinking and either practicing with his band or trying to make new music. He wasn't exactly the most romantic person ever, but he did write the occasional love song for you and would perform it with a slight blush on his cheeks. There wasn't a doubt in anyone's mind that he was good at what he did.

You absolutely adored Simon and he adored you. Drool practically fell from your lips whenever you looked at him for longer than a minute, heat rushing to your face. He was 6'2" and hot. He had piercings on his ears, eyebrow, belly button, and somewhere else. Tattoos were scattered around his body with various skill types and meanings (he has one of your name on his chest). Simon was always wearing dark, sometimes tattered clothes, but he always smelled nice and kept up with hygiene. Being a musician doesn't mean you need to smell like ass.

Nothing turned you on more than watching his muscles flex and move under the weight and movement of him playing his black guitar. His fingers moving so deliciously on the cords reminded you of things you really shouldn't be thinking about while watching his band practice. The sex was amazing for both of you. Most of the time it started with lighting up a joint and relaxing on his bed together while you guys talked or he hummed a new tune he was making up. Your hands would travel up his defined stomach (seriously, he barely works out, how is he so buff?) He would smirk and roll on top of you, lazily kissing your neck. Sweet, lazy, high sex was your favorite, followed by a quick nap. He was always so delicate with you, treating you more preciously than his prized guitar, which he named "Baby."

You were his number-one fan. Going to every single gig was like a treat for you, because you got to watch your sexy boyfriend play while getting faded and/or drunk and then got to nap in the van on the way back home.

Yeah, someone may have spray-painted "LOSERRR" on the van when he first made his band, but he was the opposite of that for you.

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Oh, Baby

Husband!Simon Riley x PregnantWife!Reader

(Note: I'm going to be honest, I wasn't planning on posting here very much, but seeing all the likes and reposts I'm getting is boosting my ego and dopamine #ExFanficWriter)

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Simon would be the best Dad. After everything with his father and the rest of his family being killed, he would be extremely hesitant to start a family of his own. It took a lot for him to open up to you and get married, so when you told him your dreams of having a sweet baby with him, his heart dropped. Simon holds a lot of love in his heart and he, too, had his fantasies of being the best daddy to a little babe, but he never thought that it would be a possibility for him. He is the most doting husband to exist, so it wasn’t hard for him to notice when you started sending one less letter a week when he was working and when he saw you less on the cameras installed at home. Simon was convinced you were cheating. It hurt initially, but he used his learned ability to become cold and set himself apart from things to get over it and finish his current mission. When he was on his drive home in his perfectly kept truck, he couldn’t help but grip the steering wheel so hard he thought it might break. After he realized the sneaky things you were doing he stopped checking in on the cameras. This was to your benefit, however, because you were able to decorate the house with pink in your pretty little maternity dress. No need to cover the cameras with towels like you had. As it turns out, two and a half months can help you develop a bump, at least in your case. As he pulled up, Simon prepared himself for the worst, bracing himself to see whatever abhorrent thing lay in the house. You stood in front of the door, ultrasound in hand, house teeming with pink balloons, pregnancy decor, and pink treats. Simon took a deep breath as he approached the eerily quiet house. He twisted the knob and opened the door to see you and everything you set up. “Surprise!” Simon’s ears were ringing and his vision blurred from a mix of anxiety and relief. Your smile faltered as you watched his unchanging expression and his rigid body stay still, staring, for a couple of minutes. Normally it wouldn't take him so long to react to something even if he was stunned, considering his training, but everything was so jarring and emotionally involved he couldn't help but need a minute. He was expecting to walk into boxes of your things, an empty house, or a man with you in the bedroom. You were expecting him to scoop you up in his arms and spin you around. Right when you were going to drop your smile and ask him what was wrong, he gained his bearings. He took slow, heavy steps towards you, eyes brimming with tears. He fell to his knees in front of you and sighed a deep breath of relief, hugging you to his body and shoving his face into your abdomen. “Si?” You couldn’t be more confused by his reaction. A muffled, “I love you so much,” came from Simon. You swore you could feel a wetness where his eyes were on your dress. “Are you happy?” you asked. Simon looked up at you with reddened, wet eyes and said, “Love, you have no idea how ecstatic I am for us, for our little lovey growing inside you.” Now it was your turn to cry, relief and love filling you. You hugged him as he stood up to give you a proper embrace. You guys eventually worked it out and Simon explained his reaction to you. At first, you were upset that he would ever think you could do that to him, but you understood after you realized where he was coming from with both his trauma and the statistics on cheating and failed marriages for military couples. If you thought he was thoughtful and dedicated before you were pregnant, he’s 10x more during and after your pregnancy. You gave birth to a healthy baby girl and named her Josie in honor of his nephew. 

Timeskip 

You sat on your couch with a deep smile on your face, the sun warming your body and your home. It was a warm summer day and you were listening to the harmonious giggles and screams of your 3-year-old daughter as her daddy chased her around the house. Your heart couldn’t feel more full as your husband and baby basked in the sweetness of love in your sanctuary. Your favorite song is hearing Josie say "Mommy" and "Daddy" in her little voice. She really is the sweetest thing you've seen. Of course, she has her moments, but she's so polite and helpful (in her own way). Minimal discipline is needed and both you and Simon handle her gently. Simon doesn't know if she's actually his kid with how even tempered she is. He made it a commitment to never shout or be rude to you or your baby and he has kept good to his word. Your pregnancy was emotional for both you and Simon. For you, it was knowing you were giving Simon the life and love he always deserved but didn’t always get. For Simon, it was knowing he was so vulnerable and putting his (now) two loves at risk with his job, but doing it anyway in the name of love and trust, something he didn’t have the privilege of truly experiencing until he met you and saw the sonogram of your Josie. He waited on you hand and foot, giving you anything you wanted or needed to ensure the smoothest experience for you. Simon didn’t know firsthand what it was like to be pregnant, but he did do hours of research on it and knew you were changing everything for and about yourself so you could have a bundle of joy. Now, he is the most doting husband and daddy. He takes Josie on daddy-daughter dates, spoils her endlessly, goes to all of her gymnastics practices, and even partakes in parent-toddler gymnastics nights. He buys her all of the best clothes and makes sure you have everything you need for her health and happiness, all while taking care of you even better than he did before. He makes sure you’re still healing from post-partum even 3 years later. He has so much love in his heart and it’s his job to share it with his two favorite girls.

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Lover

Simon Riley x Wife!Reader

I cannot stop thinking about Ghost and being a cute domestic wife for him

Tw: Intense gender roles, kinda stalker Simon, smut if you squint

(Note: I am not a tradwife nor do I condone forcing gender roles and societal pressures onto anyone, I just wanna be a cutesy wife for Simon Riley)

Simon prefers you call him Simon over Ghost. He thinks that since he's literally married to you, there's no reason for you to call him by his call sign. Calling him Simon is much more intimate for him and he likes separating you from everything he endures as Ghost. He just wants to be your Simon.

He knows he's gone for long periods of time. Time you spend not talking to him or doing couple things. He makes up for it, though, by doing anything you want when he's at home. If you're tired of planning, he's got you. Simon has a whole list of random things to suggest when you just want to be taken care of without worry.

He LOVES spoiling you. In his line of work, he gets down and dirty. He loves knowing you don't have to do anything of the sort (unless you want to). He pays for your nails to keep them pretty, unlike his dirty, battered ones. He will get you monthly subscriptions to whatever you want, beauty boxes, gaming passes, entertainment, etc. All luxuries he can't experience while at work. Simon knowing you're the opposite of him, clean, spoiled, safe, is enough to keep him working forever. Giving you everything he can't have. His love isn't all monetary, but a lot of it is when he's away.

Simon loves watching you. He gets major anxiety about you when he's away. To help with this, he installed security cameras in and around the house. When he gets the luxury of a WiFi signal, he'll check in on you. If you happen to see a little green light flash on while eating, relaxing, cooking, or any other mundane task, you'll offer him a smile and a wave. Sometimes you'll blow him a kiss (or give him a private show).

We all know Simon is physically fit, but that doesn't mean he has any type of expectation for you. He loves whatever you have to offer him, as long as you're in good mental and physical health (remember, being physically healthy comes in different shapes and sizes!) Simon is completely enamored with you. He believes he was blessed to be the only man on earth to be married to a real goddess. He would build a statue of you by hand (if he wasn't so bad at any type of art). If you want to go to the gym, he'll buy you the best membership he can. If you don't, he'll buy you something else that occupies your time.

Simon loves feeding into your hobbies, whatever they may be. Coming home and seeing something new you created or hearing about something you've learned makes his day 10x brighter.

You love cooking for him. It took a lot to break down his walls and food is one of them. He appreciates the time and effort it takes to plan and execute a meal as well as the skill needed to cook as well as you do. The best brands and foods for his wife only! Nothing makes him feel more full of you and your love than when he's eating something you've made for him, other than when he praises you and you get a little twinkle in your eyes and a smile on your face.

You also happen to love keeping the house nice for him. You clean fairly often, though it's not hard to keep up after one person (and any pets you may have). You like knowing he's trusted you with one of his largest assets, his home. It gives you a sense of power knowing you're the only person who controls what kind of house he comes home to. Messy, clean, minimal, tacky, bright, dark, etc. Simon appreciates anything and everything you do for the house. Knowing you've gotten everything taken care of and decorated in a way you both like is like heaven to him and lifts a huge weight off his shoulders. He loves smelling a clean house after smelling nothing but dirt, blood, gun powder, and stinky men for days. (He couldn't care less if the house was a cardboard box, as long as you were there and you still loved him.)

If you want to work, go to school, learn a trade, or be a stay at home, he supports you. You don't even have to explain yourself to him, Simon trusts you so much that even if you were to say "I don't know" he would hear trumpets because an angel just spoke to him.

Nsfw: Despite what people may think, Simon typically isn't a dom. He spend a majority of his time directing people and being an authoritative figure at work. That isn't even mentioning how tolling it can be knowing you took a life and the physical exhaustion his work takes. He likes being taken care of, however you see fit. Sometimes he'll be a dom, but only if he's been away from work and needs to let off some steam.

The sweetest ever. Cuddles, words of affirmation, snacks, whatever you need. He feels as though his sole purpose since he met you is to make you feel like nothing less than a deity. Sometimes he'll get insecure over his ability to take care of you or not being around, but one kiss from you, perfect you, and the perfect life you maintain for you both and it fades away.

Overall, Simon Riley is the hottest, most doting husband to exist, ever.