#COD ghost

[cntloup]

Fem!Reader Simon finds out about your obsession with his hands

"what are you doing, love?" he asks, his voice laced in an amused tone as you trace your fingers along the various bulging veins that run across his hand and travel all the way up his muscular arm.

you place a soft kiss on the back of his palm, then a second one on his wrist, moving higher, planting open-mouthed kisses on the scars adorning his skin, your lips lingering on each one, your warm breath fanning against his skin.

and he shivers at your touch, your tenderness towards him... even after all this time, feeling the love and adoration that immerses your tender heart bleed through your lips onto his skin, the love that burns so brightly, seething more and more every day.

and he cherishes every bit of it, absorbing all your love and warmth that you show him in your own unique way, collecting every single piece and keeping it safe deep within his heart which he now feels flutter and melt at your tender touch.

"they're beautiful, si... your hands, all of you... so beautiful..." you whisper over his skin, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. and he closes his eyes, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he savors the moment.

you kiss his shoulder and tilt your head to capture his lips in a sweet, yet flaming kiss, your kiss setting his heart and soul on fire, the roaring flames engulfing him as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you impossibly closer.

your body goes limp and you nearly melt in his arms, his embrace strong and firm, yet so gentle and comforting, so warm, electrifying as if he's touching you for the very first time.

you softly moan into his mouth as your lips dance so smoothly against one another and you wrap your arms around his neck and swaddle his waist as you settle on his lap.

"touch me please, si." you whine breathily against his lips, craving his touch so fiercely. he smiles into the kiss and his hands begin to roam across your back, leaving a trail of flames in their wake.

his hands travel to your front, softly caressing your beautiful skin and moving higher to your breasts. he cups them in his large hands, rough and calloused skin massaging the soft flesh, making you mewl and whimper as he slightly squeezes your boobs.

his fingers flick your perky nipples, causing a surge of thrill and arousal to run through your core. "fuck! i love it when you touch me like this!" you murmur with a content dazed smile, lost in a blissful fog as his rough hands stroke your body so good it makes you almost drool with delight. he only smirks and goes on kissing and touching you just how you like it.

[journen]

Ghost is not impressed.

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Y/N: You want to keep me safe but the only way to do that is to wrap me in bubble wrap and hide me in a cave Ghost: Believe me, I've thought about it

[konigsblog]

older-boyfriend simon riley with a voice kink.

tw/cw; age difference/age gap, voice kink, afab!f!reader, handjob, sub!simon, alcohol consumption, simon is aged in his 40-50s. MDNI 18+

“god, baby— don’t be a tease, little one.”

simon didn't think he'd ever be in this position. he never thought he'd be pinned down on the couch with a pretty young thing like yourself sitting on his lap, your soft fingers wrapped around his shaft, jerking him off while whispering in his ear.

your voice is seductive; each word goes straight to his hung cock, held firmly by you. you drag and rub his boner gently, forcing simon to maintain eye contact with you despite his loving eyes being half-lidded and full of lust and euphoria—the smell of alcohol reeking from simon. simon attempted to make out with you countless times, only for you to push your finger against his lip and hush him, telling him to listen carefully to every word that flows through your lips while you get him off.

god, he's so pent-up. it feels as if you're dragging his orgasm out purposefully; the playful grin on your face is noticeable and perhaps a sign that you're taunting him. your strokes are slow and calm; simon's twitching dick is leaking all over your fingers when his tip begins drooling. he can't help himself; the pleasure and sensation are addictive, and he can't get enough of the harmony and sweet, sultry sound of your voice against his ear, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

“can’t go much longer, sweetheart—fuck, hurts so fuckin’ bad ‘nd feels so good...”

simon heaved and growled, his meaty cock throbbing and twitching uncontrollably, pulsing at your comforting and relaxing touch. you went from praising him for being so obedient and for listening to your orders to shaming him for being in a relationship with someone half his age. he can't help himself, cumming all over your hand, your giggles leaving simon's cheeks pink and flushed, humiliated at the mess he's created.

[adas-trashheap]

'muffled music and dingy bathrooms'

[3archangelsaints]

Simon doesn’t like touch, and no one dares touches him. His history of sexual assault also meant he’s never pursued anything healthy sexual relations, and that’s fine with him. He doesn’t care.

So when he sees you and something urges him to ask you out, he doesn’t care that you say you’re waiting for marriage. I think it makes him feel safe with you, that you wouldn’t try to initiate anything with him.

But you’re also a very affectionate person, at least not so much in the beginning but throughout the months of dating him, he notices the way you subtly press closer. Especially after a hard day and you want to be comforted. You don’t push it, you know it’d push him away.

But then the one time you’d rather just be on your own, frustrated and mad, you come home surprised he’s there. You bump into him, “Sorry.”

And you’re changing out of your work clothes and into running clothes.

“It’s dark.” He states.

“Then come with.” And he does.

———

When you get home you shower first, before he showers, and you’re already in an old men’s shirt and shorts, bare feet padding around your house.

“Why are you with me?”

“I like you.”

“Are you sure? You don’t even hug me, or, or, hold my hand, kiss my cheek?” You say softly, stuttering from the emotions.

“Do you want me to?”

“I want you, to want to. Simon, not cause I want it, because you want to do it.”

He’s silent, which isn’t unusual, but he nods, looking down at you.

“I’ve never kissed anyone.” He admits. You sit on the kitchen counter, motioning him to come closer, he does.

His eyes crinkles, as he returns the gesture.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” He leans in tilting his head and you lean in, hands in your lap, trying not to scare him off.

“You can put your hands on me.” You look surprised and smile bashfully, hands on his shoulders, he kisses you softly. When he pulls away he asks, “Can I hug you?”

“Yes.” He’s pressing himself into you, arms gingerly holding you. “Something happen?”

“Jus’ missed you.” He buries his head in your neck, his stubble tickling you.

[sketchyfandomgirl]

Thinking of Simon who actually gets excited to teach/talk about the process of butchering, showing off the whole process from start to end.

[stargirlstabber]

𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨!𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔯!𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

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dark!stalker!simon who would definitely watch you through your windows. naïve little girl never closes the blinds.

dark!stalker!simon who has cameras installed in every single room, covering every angle so there's no way you escape his hungry gaze.

dark!stalker!simon who has countless pictures of you; shopping, out with your friends, on a party, cleaning your house, touching yourself, watching movies, sleeping,...

dark!stalker!simon who leaves gifts at your doorstep, the last one was a red rose without thorns and your favorite scrunchie, the one you thought you lost.

dark!stalker!simon who has a box full of your underwear, jerking off to your delicious smelling panties.

dark!stalker!simon who makes the men who talk to you disappear, slowly isolating you from your family and friends. he just wants to protect his little sweetheart.

dark!stalker!simon who has a spare key to your house, inviting himself in when you're not home or passed out thanks to the drugs he spiked your drink with earlier at a party. stupid little lamb.

dark!stalker!simon who writes small notes, putting them around your house "You looked so beautiful today. I couldn't help but watch you from across the street."

dark!stalker!simon who will find you, no matter where and how long you try and run away from him.

[simonzmama]

simon who’s never been complimented in his lifeeee…

his back presses against the cushions of the couch, fingers curling around the dip of your waist as his arm presses you further against his side. your knee sits hiked up on his lap, head rolled against his shoulder as your lips hover at his ear.

simon’s shirt rides up, a hot show of his chiseled up v-line on complete display for you, the soft blonde trail lining under his bellybutton n disappearing under his joggers your hand digs into. the points of his hip bones twitch, abs visible under the thin worn t-shirt he lounges back in.

“you look so pretty,” you murmur out in a sweet hush of a breathe, fingers wrapping around the length of his cock as you press a kiss under his ear. you work his pants down ever-so-slightly, pulling his cock free from its strain under his boxers.

simon’s cheeks flush, eyes flickering from your face to your hand that strokes his cock in slow motions, working his heart n nerves up to an almost breaking point.

simon breathes out lowly, free hand gliding up from your ankle to hold at your calf, so desperate to have his hands up all over you.

“you gettin’ shy ‘cause i think you’re handsome?” you giggle, fist tightening around him till pretty beads of precum glide down the edge of his cock.

“not shy,” simon laughs out in a rush of a breath, head tipping back slightly as his jaw clenches n he sucks in a deep breath. “you’re just full of it today.”

your head tilts, a sly smile stretching across your lips in something of disbelief. this scarred, troubled man is stupid to even believe you’d lie, to think he isn’t a creation of god that makes you absolutely lose it. youd catch yourself gazing at this man as if there wasn’t a diamond strapped around your finger, as if he wasn’t yours.

“you think i’m lyin’? is that it, huh?” you hum against his skin, fingers brushing over the tip of his angry cock.

simon’s reply tumbles back down the chamber of his throat, stuck in his voicebox n instead hes coughing up a gasp. his chest raises, shoulders digging against the back couch cushion as his back arches softly, thighs spreading further as his balls draw up in feeling that encapsulates his whole being.

“answer me, simon,” it’s a demand, one that hits his ear n fills him with despair as your pace slows. his patience ticks, he’d never want to call you liar but with the way you completely sucked him clear of an orgasm it’s bout ready to spill off his bruised, kiss-bitten lips.

“y-you’re lying,” he huffs, rasp hidden under the high-pitch of his pretty whine. his nails dig into your soft skin desperately urging you to continue, to just make him fucking cum.

“mmm, really?” you tsk, lip twitching against his warming skin. “if i’m such a liar, maybe you don’t deserve this like i promised. should i stop?”

ion even know anymore y’all 🙏

[cntloup]

“Hey, love.” Simon whispers in your hair as his arms wrap around you from behind. 

The sweet aroma of strawberries and vanilla takes over his senses. 

“God! You smell so good.” he murmurs, shutting his eyes and breathing you in. 

“It’s my shampoo.” you giggle as his breath tickles your neck. 

“I love it!” he remarks and you grab his arm to pull him closer. 

“I missed you so much, Si.” you mutter, tilting your head to look at him and he nuzzles his head closer to you.

“I missed you too, dove.” he responds, slightly lifting his head to capture your lips with his. 

“Go back to sleep, lovie.” he breathes against your skin. 

“Love you, Si.” you mumble sleepily. 

“Love you too, baby.” he coos, softly tracing his fingers on your hips under your shirt and kissing your neck, making you drowsier. 

Your eyes begin to get droopy and soon, you drift off in your lover’s arms. 

[milf-murdock]

Hi!! I love love love your writing! Especially your 141!Reader series <3 I don't know if you take requests, but your last post about Simon and baby Joseph made me so angsty and I would love to read more angst from you. Could you please write about Simon thinking 141!Reader was KIA on a mission? Thank you!!!

Anon....who....who hurt you???? I’m kidding 😆 mostly 👀 But for real, this one HURT. Like. OUCH. This man has been through so fucking much…but let’s put him through a bit more 😈😈😈 also, I did very much hurt my own feelings with this one. So I’m thinking we might need a part two reunion because I don’t know if I can leave our Ghosty boy in shambles like this

Drip. Drip. Drip. 

The rain patters against the window in a steady rhythm.

Simon watches the fat raindrops roll down the small window pane, one foot anxiously tapping against the concrete floor. He didn’t know why he was called to Price’s office, but there was an ominous charge to the air. Call it a premonition, or maybe an instinct, but he knew in his bones that something was wrong. 

The click of the door handle pulls Simon from his thoughts as Price enters the office, a heavy silence filling the air. 

“What’s happened?” Simon's voice has a hard edge to it, cutting straight through the bullshit. Watchful eyes appraise every detail of Price’s body language, and Simon notes the deep sunken look of his captain’s eyes accentuated by a somber expression. 

Price avoids Simon's gaze, staring down at the oak desktop before him as he takes a seat. The captain wasn’t one to mince words or beat around the bush, but even he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the situation despite his many years in the service.  

Simon's heart hammers in his chest, every second in the unknown feeling like an eternity. This isn’t right, he thinks to himself. 

Price steels himself with a deep inhale, pulling his gaze from the desk to face Simon head on, looking past the mask, speaking to the man he knew laid beneath. 

“I wanted you to hear this from me, son. You…deserve to hear this from me.” 

Simon stops breathing. 

With practiced determination, Price continues his speech, having rehearsed the words in his head the entire walk down to his office. 

“Reconnaissance mission, Operation Blackout, suffered multiple casualties after a long-range detonation by enemy action. There’s been no contact with the team, and rescue attempts were unsuccessful due to the extensive damage caused by the explosion. All team members are presumed KIA. The official course of action…”

The rest of Price’s speech is drowned out by the dull roar in Simon’s ears; his blood runs cold, his rigid body barely breathing. 

This can’t be happening. Not again. Never again. 

Simon's thoughts grip him by the heart, squeezing painfully. 

I can’t do this again.

He had already lost everyone once. Had built impenetrable walls, designed to protect him from this type of pain. 

But you. You and your goddamn charm, and your soft smiles, and your relentless fucking attitude. You broke down those walls brick by brick, made Ghost–no, made Simon– feel more like a man than he had in years. You slipped past his ironclad defenses and took his heart without him even realizing it. 

And just when he had finally opened up, just when he had finally convinced himself that maybe he could be happy–that you could be happy together. It all came crashing down. 

In the distance, Ghost could hear shouting. A chorus of denials piercing the air, heavy ragged breaths filling the silence between. 

A heavy hand fell on Ghost's shoulder and he found himself back in his body, looking up at Price, voice raw. 

With a stark realization, Ghost realizes it was him. He was the one shouting, the one gasping for breath. 

The world tilted out from under him. 

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Ghost left Price’s office a different man–a mere shell of the man who entered. With every step he took, he felt himself slipping further and further into the familiar safety of Ghost, an unpierceable facade moving through the world. 

Everything felt wrong. Every step. Every breath. He felt like he was moving underwater, every action taking twice the effort it should. 

The next few hours pass in a blur. The official order that he was being sent on leave. The ensuing argument with Price over the orders. He eventually just gave up. Leave, no leave, it didn’t fucking matter. 

None of it fucking matters. 

Johnny tries to see him before he leaves, meeting Simon on the tarmac. He tries to be there for his lieutenant, his friend. 

The red rim around Johnny’s eyes reminds Simon that he wasn’t the only one who had lost you. They had all lost you. But even that which should have been a comfort, a sort of kinship in the grief, meant nothing. Simon didn’t give a singular fuck. He turned away from Johnny mid-speech, leaving the Scotsman to sit in his grief alone as he watched Ghost disappear into the aircraft. 

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It takes every ounce of strength Ghost has to make it through the flight. To make it through the drive back home. To make it through that door. 

Keep it together, soldier. Don’t you dare fucking lose it, Simon Riley. Just a bit longer. 

His belongings crash to the floor as the door slams shut behind him. He doesn’t even bother turning on the light, instead using the faint glow of the moonlight through the curtains to guide him to the cabinet. 

Ghost pulls the bottle of bourbon from its resting spot, not even bothering with a glass as he pulls off the corked top and takes a hearty swig. 

The burn of the liquid is invigorating, filling Ghost with a quiet simmering fire. 

He takes another drink. And another. 

He walks through the flat in a daze, the amber liquid dulling his senses, sending him even deeper into the haze of his grief. 

Ghost finds himself in front of his dresser, staring at the wooden drawers. 

Taking another drink, he steels himself as he yanks open the top drawer. Rummaging beneath the pile of socks and t-shirts, Ghost digs out the small velvet box. He grips it tight in his hand, the small object groaning in protest as waves of rage and pain overtake Ghost, threatening to pull him under. Hot tears slide down his face, but he doesn’t even notice. 

With a roar he throws the velvet box across the room, the impact fracturing the drywall. Ghost’s knees go out from under him and he crashes to the floor, his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. There would be no repairing this. No amount of time could heal this type of heartbreak. 

You were dead. 

And as far as Ghost was concerned, Simon Riley died with you. 

[wrylu]

he proposed guys

[konigsblog]

titty fucking with simon riley.

tw/cw; afab!gn!reader, titty fucking, top!simon, dom!simon. MDNI 18+ ၄၃

synopsis; after coming home from a rough deployment, the first thing on simon's mind was relieving himself.

simon longed to slide his dick between your soft tits once again, after months without your soothing and comforting touch. he missed your familiar presence, the weight of you on his shoulder, the smell of your perfume. he felt as if he hadn't felt you in decades when in reality it was only a couple of months, but that didn't matter, he finally reunited with his beloved now.

you felt simon's cock rub against you when you pulled you onto his lap, it was inevitable, you would of course notice and call him out on it. it would've been obvious enough from his facial expressions, how flushed he was, how his hands immediately went to your rear, groping you perversely.

simon whispered sweet nothings and promises into your ear, pushing you down against the leather couch, already unfastening his belt and undoing his military-issued trousers. simon's fingers tugged at the hem of your skirt, pulling it over your tits, his hung cock aching at the sight. your nipples immediately hardened, exposed to the cold air and simon's sensual touch. you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss his perverseness, how needy he was. simon's boner twitched, finally pressing himself between your breasts, his tip weeping, biting his bottom lip as he began stroking himself.

he huffed and puffed at your sweet scent, driving his broad and muscular hips back and forth, his meaty cock aching between your breasts. simon growled out gutturally, the softness of your supple skin against his veiny shaft driving him utterly insane. he threw his head back and shut his eyes tightly through delirium, rolling his bulbous dick back and forth mindlessly, addicted to the sensation. he was almost too eager for his desired release, not having the privacy to really get off on base, causing him to become so pent up and desperate to get the release he desired.

simon's body trembled with his orgasm tipping over the edge, his large and calloused hands gripping your chest tightly, rocking his dick back and forth with his thumbs pressing over your stiff nipples. you giggled at his neediness, the way he covered your titties in his milky load, the head of large cock drooling.

you're a little sex doll to simon the first week he's back in your arms, a toy for his usage and pleasure.

[saturncodedstarlette]

[Adventures with witch!Y/N & familiar demon!Ghost : origin]

Witch!Y/N, successfully summoned a devil :

Demon!Ghost, leering at you : My, I’m impressed. It’s been a centuries that a human succeeded in summoning me and not perish. Tell me, little witch, what do you desire?

Witch!Y/N : I want you to be my familiar

Demon!Ghost : …you do know that it’s impossible, right 😐

Witch!Y/N : Nope, my witch friend got one

Demon!Ghost : Then that must be one of the lower demon that will do anything to survive, and I— am NOT one of those

Witch!Y/N, stubbornly : Well, I am not about to go empty handed, either you comply or I’ll have you to be my test subject— now, you wouldn’t want that, right?

Demon!Ghost, sighs : Fine, how about this— if you can tell me one—just one history knowledge that “I” don’t know about—

Demon!Ghost : —then I’ll be all yours, how’s that?

Witch!Y/N : Sure

Demon!Ghost : But— but! If you fails, then I shall take your soul for my troubles, so be careful now ;)

Witch!Y/N : . . .

Demon!Ghost, claps : WELL THEN! Seduce me with your history knowledge, little witch

Witch!Y/N : 💡‼️

Witch!Y/N : Vikings made their women handle the finances because they thought math is witchcraft :>

Demon!Ghost : . . . I don’t think I remember that

Witch!Y/N : Soooo? :o

Demon!Ghost : You win…

Witch!Y/N : Hell yeah!

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Anonymous asked: Adoptive!dad!simon x adopted!kid!reader but it starts off with the reader being a foster kid whos lowkey kinda scared of simon

You Remember the First Time You Called Him "Dad"

Tags/warnings: gn!reader, kid!reader (mid teens), foster!father!simon turned into adoptive!dad!simon, sfw, familial, mentions of the military, mentions of therapy, mentions of mental health issues, implicit mentions of child murder, uk foster care system, a bit of angst, fluff, crying.

A/n: aaaaaaaah i loooved writing this!!! I did my research to write it too!!! Hope you like it anon!

-Divider by (@/saradika-graphics)!

After being discharged from the military due to his mental health, Simon got monthly compensation from the military, and started working as a butcher again, all while going to therapy at the same time. Since he's pretty much done from working as a soldier, he had to find other things to do, he had to learn to help himself, and find purpose, find a new life for himself.

After going to therapy for a good couple of months and being on medication, he found that his life became...repetitive and dull in a way. It's the same thing over and over again, work, therapy, and the times that he went out with his old teammates didn't change things that much, considering they were on missions on many occasions, dating didn't help either, that didn't work out, he's not one for that.

He'd talk about it with his therapist, he'd talk about with his friends, and he'd get a lot of advises, but none that appealed to him. He didn't know what to do, but sometimes, he'd see one of his co-workers at the butchery with his kid sometimes, seeing couples and single parents out with their own as well, and it all just reminded him of his nephew, that poor kid, Joseph. Although it opens up old wounds that never healed, he did think it over, and even asked his therapist for advice over it, and he finally decided to foster a kid after months of thinking about it and considering it.

He wanted to do a short-fostering plan, just in case it doesn't work out for whatever reason. The application took a couple of months in order for him to become a foster parent, but he didn't mind, he worked on his mental health at the time, and even cleaned out a room in his apartment for the kid that'll be there. After making an inquiry at a local foster care agency, and after a social worker visited him and the process took place, he was given some parenting training, and finally matched up with a kid to take care of, that is, you.

Your first meeting was with him and your two's social worker in a small restaurant, he was a big guy, piercing brown eyes, some scars here and there, and a black surgical mask that he took off when he sat down and started talking to you. He was just a bit scary, just a bit though.

After the social worker introduced you two, Simon took the initiative and started talking to you. "R/N, you can just call me Simon, alright?", he asked in a calm tone, and you nodded, it made sense since you two just met, and he really just wants you to be comfortable. After you two chatted a little and he paid for the meal, the social worker walked you two to his car, and talked to you, you were more than willing to stay with him if that meant some stability in your life, even if he was a little scary, so you agreed to stay with him, and he agreed to foster you, and you said your goodbyes to the social worker.

You didn't want to sit in the front passenger seat, this was all too new to you, and Simon didn't make it any better either, all broody and quiet, with that somewhat harsh look on his face, though he doesn't mean to seem like this at all, he really just wants you to feel safe around him, so he lets you get into the backseat and sees you put your little bag of belongings on the seat next to you, "Put your seatbelt on R/N.", and that you do. Five minutes into the drive and he starts talking.

"So, your school's pretty close to where we will, and to be honest with you kid, I'd prefer to drive you every day there, but tell me, what do you prefer?", he asks, eyes on the road, he'd prefer to drive you because it's safer, and he honestly hopes you just choose that, "...I...ok, um, I don't wanna take the bus, so...", you trail off, you can't even talk about what you want, let alone address him by his first name. He lets out a sigh of relief, "Car it is then.". The rest of the drive is filled with him questioning you on the meals you like, and inquiring you about your hobbies.

As the days passed, you two slowly warmed up to each other, and his kindness would show; in the first couple of days of you settling in, he took you shopping, giving you a certain amount of money and telling to buy whatever clothes you needed, he also encouraged you to buy that plushie you had your eye on but didn't openly say you wanted because you're "too old" for it. He'd ask you to cook dinner with him as way as to spend time with you, letting you chop all the vegetables with your not-too sharp knife, and letting you add them and the spices into the pot.

Hell, it would even extend to other things as well, he wouldn't hug you unless you gave him the green light, nor would he enter your room without knocking or asking for your permission first. And in the first week of picking you up from school, he asked if you if anyone was bothering you, and if you made or already have any friends, if you needed any school supplies, or if you wanted a packed lunch. On the first weekend you stayed at his apartment, he ended asking Johnny to borrow that old gaming set he doesn't use anymore just so you (and him) can play on it.

But you were still scared a little, this new environment was too comfortable, too quiet, your mind kept telling you that something was wrong, when you knew there wasn't. Week by week, your fear would slowly melt away, though it was quite slow, yet the social worker was quite delighted during the check-ups that happened.

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One night after brushing your teeth and getting into bed, it started raining, that was fine, relaxing even, until you were deeply asleep and got frighteningly woken up by the loud thunder, heart throbbing, body shaky, you needed water, you needed to calm down. You went into the kitchen, heavy breathing echoing throughout the room, you were so shaken up that you accidentally broke the glass of water you were trying to get out of the cabinet, shattering the glass all over the floor, and prompting Simon to wake up and run to the kitchen, only to find you shaking above the broken glass and breathing heavily, you looked like you were on the verge of tears from how overwhelmed you felt.

He carefully walked up to you quickly, "R/N? You alright? Did you step on the glass?", you look up at him, and the waterworks are on, he can't say anything to you in this state and he knows it, so all he does is usher you into a tight hug. "Shh...shh...it's alright, you're not hurt, you're fine kid...", after calming you down, he sits you on the couch and hands you a cup of water, covering you with a blanket and patting your head, "You can tell me what happened, I won't be mad, I promise.", he sighs, he doesn't know what happened, but he wants you to feel safe in this moment and just breath.

You drink from your cup and set it on the coffee table, breathing in and out, "I was just sleeping, but the thunder woke me up and I just...", "You got scared kid?", you nod, eyes still tired from having your sleep interrupted in such a horrifying manner. It's still thundering loudly outside. He sighs, "Alright, tell you what, since you don't have any school tomorrow, how 'bout you sleep on the couch, and I sit near you, yeah? How does that sound?", you think it over, at least he'll be there if you wake up scared again, "Ok.", he gets up and sits on the armchair next to the couch, letting you lay there and get comfy with the blanket and couch pillow. As you slowly close and rest your eyes, you suddenly open them wide, "Wait...you'll sleep on the chair?", "Yeah, what, you've never done that before?", he lets out a small chuckle, you smile a little and put your head back onto the pillow. After you fell asleep, he got up and quietly cleaned up the broken glass in the kitchen, then returned and sat back down, slowly falling asleep too.

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As the months passed, you fell into the routine that you two had, it was a calm one, a comforting one that made your worries disappear. He tried his best to be a father to you, a parental figure to you. He'd pat away any creases in your school uniform, make you lunch boxes, and openly told you to rant to him about school and your friends, about what you wanted to do and be in the future. He wanted to know more about you, and if you ever had any issues, you knew to come to him for help, and you did. He never shamed you for it, never made fun of you, he always helped you out, even if your problem seemed "trivial".

He wanted to know what you liked to do, where you liked to eat. On some weekends after you'd do your homework, he'd take you to a small amusement park then to try a new restaurant, and once he even let you have that sundae you've always wanted to try. On some weekdays, he'd help you with your homework after dinner, telling you how proud he was of you, and after, you'd help him with the dishes. He gave you a monthly allowance ever since you started living with him, letting you buy whatever you wanted (within reason), and you wanted to help him with the house, so you started doing some chores, it was perfect, cozy, loving, what you've both wanted. What he offered and gave you was what every child deserves and should have, you both know that, but neither of you ever had that.

You found someone you can lovingly call your parent, and he found a kid he could proudly say was his. It's been a good year since he fostered you, and now he's sat on your bed, talking to you, "R/N, I...would you like me to adopt you? It's possible you know, just some paperwork, I've just...been thinking it over.", your eyes glimmer with joy and content, and a smile is painted on your lips, "Yes!". A man of his word, after discussing it with the social worker and getting the paperwork done, he ended up adopting you out of the foster care system, now having you as his child, permanently. You were so happy, so so so happy.

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A couple of days after the adoption process was done, you sat next to him on the couch as he was reading the newspaper. "Simon.", "Hm?", "Can I call you "dad"?", his eyes widen a little, and he has to hold back some of his emotions, or else he'll cry in front of you, "Yeah, yeah can call me "dad" if you want to kid.", he lets out a small chuckle, ruffling your hair. You laugh, "Thanks dad.", it's a much more comfortable term than his first name, one that suits him.

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Gaz: So how's everything with the kid?

Simon: Dead good, they're happy.

Gaz: I told you you'd be a good father, you didn't need to worry so much man.

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He sets his phone down and looks at you studying for your exams in the living room, a small content smile on his face. He's glad that he can start anew, and he's glad that he's able to give you what he never had; stability, and a loving parent.

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simon who’s secretly a huge perv esp for you 😔 and the 141 knows it but wont dare say anything to him

mmmmm. perv!Simon who can't keep his eyes off of you during training, practically stripping you with the looks he gives you, desperately waiting his turn to spare with you, just to use the opportunity to 'accidantly' rub his fat cock against you.

perv!simon who creeps after you when you shower in the communal showers, watching you quietly to mske sure you dont notice

perv!Simon who sneaks into your barracks ans leaves little 'gifts' in your underwear, getting all worked up when he sees you wearing them

the others see the way he drools over you but they won't say anything, they can't. si would deny everything and get angry at them (and worst of all he'd stop sharing)