#ghost x reader fluff

[mercur1e]

Just some headcanons about big, tough Simon Riley as a girl dad💗💗💗

Girl dad! Simon on the day his daughter was born, he promised her that he would protect her with every bone in his body. He was scared he would be like his father, but once he saw her little face he crumbled.

Girl dad! Simon who’ll let his daughter put clips and bows in his short blond hair, and lets her put sparkly unicorn lipgloss on his lips without a fuss.

Girl dad! Simon who has tea parties with his daughter, and stifles a chuckle when she gets into arguments with her stuffed animal “guests”.

Girl dad! Simon who cheers for his daughter louder than anyone else at her sports matches. All you hear is a booming “That’s my girl!” from the stands.

Girl dad! Simon who knows every single princess song, and can’t believe it when he starts to sing them on his own time at work.

Girl dad! Simon who tries to make your daughter heart shaped pancakes and fails, but she eats them nonetheless.

Girl dad! Simon who holds back tears when his daughter graduates from kindergarten, he can’t believe she’s getting so big!

Girl dad! Simon who reads his baby girl bedtime stories and matches the voice to the character.

Girl dad! Simon who play fights his daughter at lets her win every time.

Girl dad! Simon who matches halloween costumes with his daughter. Just imagine a big, scary, tattooed man in a fairy costume to match his daughter!

Girl dad! Simon who lets his daughter pick out his watch for work, and in turn he picks out her socks!

Girl dad! Simon who lets his daughter color in his tattoos and lets her put sparkly make up on him.

Girl dad! Simon who would move heaven and earth just to see his daughter smile. 💗

Note: I was in a fluffy mood and I love the thought of tough guys being big softies for their daughters 😭😭 It heals my soul fr!!!

[ghostedcas]

imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose

okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."

thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 563

warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)

a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3

a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?

simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.

so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.

looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.

"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.

"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.

"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.

"i'm taken."

"i know." you replied with a short laugh.

"you should be touching me like that then."

it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.

"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"

"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.

"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.

sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.

"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.

you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.

"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.

"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.

simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."

you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.

you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.

[youronlydarlin]

warning: fluff for the soul, sweet Simon giving me cavities because of how much he loves you

Eeeeee, m' mind is being plagued by Simon "I love my partner, anybody else can go fuck themselves" Riley who's mean to everybody else except you.

M' talkin his mood sours evey second he's not with you, till it reaches the point where he looks like he was born with a scowl on his face. And if looks could kill then everyone would be six feet under with how Simon looks as if he's ready to rip and tear.

His hand gripping the plastic bag filled with the snacks you were craving for while the other is clenched. To others, it seems like he might be on his way to punch a guy so hard it'll knock all of his teeth out. But truth is he's jus' reminiscing over the feeling of your hand in his :(

But the moment he gets home that menacing aura jus' goes. Poof!

Loudly declaring that he is back home with your cravings. And of course, darling you, being the most caring partner in the world run to him. He's holding you up in an instant, pulling down his mask and kissing you so sweetly on the lips.

He can stay like this forever. But only if forever was spent with you :)

a/n: I NEED HIM. I kinda needed something like this at the moment 🥲, so forgive me for such an abrupt and short post. Remember that you are loved and cared for, darlings!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

[l13]

hmm idk this is fluffy but i feel like ghost would secretly melt every time his gf would call him ‘angel’

WDYM I LOVE FLUFFFF, SEND ME FLUFFY ASKS I LOVE 'EMMM

cw: pure fluff, f!reader

imagine you and ghost are cuddling, nd you're laying on your back with his hands wrapped around your middle, his head resting against your chest while you're talking about random stuff. And suddenly, nicknames come up, and you realize that you always call him either Simon or Ghost, despite him using 'lovie/love, baby, sweeatheart' regularly on you. Well... most of them were spoken in private, away from prying eyes, but STILL.

You were in shock that you'd never chosen anything for him, and kinda offended on behalf of him, too. He chuckled at your behavior, saying he really didn't care, but you insisted that he needed something. So you started to list off potential nicknames for him,

"Ghostie-"

"Absolutely not."

"Yeah that's bad, umm oh!! You can be my pookie bear,"

he nudged your side softly, the corner of his lips quirking up in amusement "Stop it."

"I'm just playing. I can call you love, too, yknow. You're my love."

You run your fingers through his hair, smiling dumbly at the way you feel his breath hitch, but then he's huffing "That's your nickname, love, you can't have it."

"But I do have it-"

"I have it, and it's for you,"

you purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, rolling your eyes "Fine." he hums in reply, and you're both quiet for a while, so much so that you think he's fallen asleep.

But then an idea pops into your head and your eyebrows shoot up, "What about angel?"

Ghost doesn't say anything but you can hear the sharp inhale of his nose, his hands tightening the slightest bit around you "Nah,"

you pout down at him, tilting your head to try and get a glimpse of his face, "Why not?"

"Just doesn't fit me, 's all." and you would have let it go if his reply had been different, but your gut told you that he was 100% serious,

"Simon.. Look at me," he refused to do so, so you tugged at his hair the slightest bit, and he groaned lowly, turning over so his chest is flush against your own, supporting his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, his nose nudging your own.

your fingers fall from in between his hair, down to his cheeks, to cradle them in your palms as you look at him "You're an angel."

Ghost huffs, "An angel that kills people, sure,"

"Well... in Supernatural that's the norm-"

"Fuckin' hell.." he's rolling his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips nonetheless.

You narrow your eyes at him playfully, "Rule's changed, you don't get a say in this. I'm gonna call you angel, and that's final."

"Great." a snort escapes you at his dryness, and you giggle when he nuzzles his face against your cheek, planting a soft kiss on your cheekbone.

"I want more enthusiasm or else it's gonna change to pookie bear-"

Simon leans back to fully look at you, his eyebrows shot up, eyes seemingly glinting with mock interest "Changed my mind, angel's growin' on me."

"Thought so,"

<3

The next day when you walk in the mission brief room (idk wtf to call it, meeting room??) you mumble a small "Hey, angel," and maybe your brain is still foggy from sleep or maybe you genuinely didn't think much of it, but Soap's cackle is immediate, "Hey bon, listen I'm lovin' the new name but take me out to dinner first, yeah?"

Ghost's dumb grin fades in a millisecond at soap's comment and before he's realizing what he's doing he lets his hand brush your own as you pass by him, and then he's meeting Soap's stunned eyes, "She's talking to me,"

Soap still doesn't know what the fuck is going on when Ghost turns to you, muttering a small "Hi, lovie," your way,

[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; his girls.

warnings .: female reader, the SMALLEST bit of angst, just a lot of overly detailed domestic simon. baby daddy simon who is still in love with you! maybe ooc. unedited cuz :p

note .: ty baby suz for reading it over!! @dr4kenz &lt;;33

.: masterlist.

baby daddy ! simon who walks with his daughter to school for her first day, he’s has her small disney-themed backpack tugged onto his shoulder, the straps too small and digging into his skin. but he doesn’t care. his other hand is accompanied by your daughter, her small fingers looped around only his index.

she’s babbling about random things, how excited she is to make new friends, the ladybug who landed on her shoulder and gave her good luck, how she’s going to pick out new hair clips when you take her to the mall later today.

she’s jumping around — her light-up shoes blinking wildly with every exaggerated step, and simon hovers his arm close behind her in case she slips and falls.

“you don’t have to, it’s early in the morning, and i know you’re busy,” you mumble over the phone, pressing the device between your ear and shoulder. you’re cursing softly, trying to fix up your daughter’s lunch while trying not to burn her special breakfast, the blueberry pancakes that you dyed purple with food coloring, a tradition she started when she first started pre-school. since then, as good luck, she would stuff herself with the artificially colored pancakes for the first day of school.

from the other line, simon can hear all the commotion, and he’s already slipping out of his pajamas and into warmer clothes. “how ‘bout i come over and help her get ready?” his question is more of a loose remark. he’s already heading down the stairs to slip his shoes on.

you hiss loudly, your hand brushing against the hot kettle you had put on for your cup of tea. “no, i couldn’t ask you to do that.” you set your phone down and put it on speaker, sighing loudly when the flames flicker over the pan. you had burnt her pancakes and would have to make them again. “just go back to sleep.”

“i’m already on my way,” simon grunts, the cold air slapping him in the face as he steps outside and into his car. “miss that little bug,” he utters, keeping you on the phone as he begins to drive. if he’s being honest, your frantic voice eases him a bit; it reminds him that he is still needed despite your relationship. whenever things get too rough for you, there’s not a moment of hesitation when you call him, and although you deny any attempts of his help, he knows that you’re just being stubborn. 

his drive to your place is short; he’s fishing into his pocket and pulling out the spare key you gave him. a childish giggle and tiny footsteps greet him before he can fully open the door, small arms wrapping around his leg. 

“daddy!” the young girl squeals, her arms hugging his thigh tighter as she forcefully drags him through the door. simon’s lips turn up in a soft smile, and he kicks his shoes off and picks up his daughter. “hey, kid. you givin’ mama a hard time?” 

the stubble on his chin tickles her when he presses a wet kiss to her cheek, another giggle rising from her chest. simon hoists her onto his hip, holding her close as he walks into the house to find you. 

for a moment, he watches you as you continue to busy yourself in the kitchen. pajamas loosely hanging from your body, your hair pulled into a messy bun – strands slipping from the rubberband and splaying over the nape of your neck. 

 “hey, ma.” simon greets, his voice gruff and deep from just waking up moments ago. he presses his free hand to your hip and lets his lips linger on the temple of your forehead. a sweet, friendly…good morning kiss. how he always greets his girls.

“mornin’ si.” you turn in his hold, glancing up at him in acknowledgment before you flip another large pancake. “can you get her dressed? i laid out an outfit on her bed.”

the girl squirming in simon’s arms huffs, her hands reaching out and grasping onto your loose fitted shirt – simon’s old shirt he’d left behind. “i can get dressed on my own! ‘m a big girl now.” she argues with a whine, her hands being pulled off you by simon’s calloused fingers.

“big girls don’t need hot chocolate before bed,” you say, turning to give her chubby cheeks a gentle pinch. a smile painting your lips when she pulls away, turning her face and smushing it into her father’s chest.

simon nods, and although you can’t see it now that your attention is turned back to the slightly burnt pancakes in front of you, you know he’s leaving with the way his hand falls from your hip. 

you hate the way that you’re so comfortable with him around, especially with the way your relationship with him ended. originally, simon never knew that you were pregnant. you had opted out of telling him one too many times, nerves overtaking you; the idea of being a mother alone was too much. but having to tell the man who had told you time and time again he wasn’t ready for kids, that he was to be expecting one – it made you more nauseous than the baby in your stomach.

although lucky for you, he broke up with you before you could tell him. unlucky for you, his reason for doing so was unselfish; you couldn’t find it in yourself to hold any hatred towards him. with a heavy heart, he told you things weren’t working out for him, he loved you so much, but with how busy he was at work, he found less time to see you and even less time to express his adoration.

most days when you were able to see him, it consisted of just cuddling, little words spoken except for your inquiries about his future and thoughts of having kids. he always mumbled that he didn’t have time to think about that kind of stuff, and just pull you closer to his chest, nuzzling his face into your skin and dozing off to sleep.

it didn’t bother you one bit; just being with him in his arms was enough for you.you didn’t mind that your time together was spent sleeping or sharing a quiet meal. it wasn’t fair to you, none of it was fair – but simon knew you deserved better. so he reluctantly had to break things off; it was the only thing he could think of. he didn’t know how to fix things, how to communicate that he didn’t want to be apart from you. he just didn’t have the time to be there for you at the moment, and he knew he was hurting you either way, so if you could find another to confide in, to turn your heart to, that would be enough for him. 

after years of being apart, simon found himself standing in front of your door, full gear still clinging to him tightly, his palms sweaty but hidden from his gloves. he pressed his head into your door, a frustrated groan bubbling in his aching chest. what was he thinking, showing up to your place unannounced? what if you didn’t even live here anymore? what if you had moved on and wanted nothing to do with him? 

it was selfish, but he needed to see you again. not a day went by where you weren’t on his mind, the barracks drove him to madness, and without escape, he found comfort in an old picture of you he had taken with him. 

you had opened the door after three of his hesitant knocks; confusion etched onto your face as you stared up at the masked man, his eyes familiar but looming with newfound hurt and trauma from the brutal battlefield. 

“did you need something?” you asked, the soft babbling from your television the only thing filling the air after he looked down at you in silence. just taking you in for a moment. you looked tired but beautiful as ever. your hair slightly tangled, old baggy clothes of his that hung from your smaller figure – but you still had the same friendly smile on your face, genuine and kind eyes that looked up at him.

he swallowed thickly; you looked happy. who was he to ruin that by coming back? he had come all this way without any regrets. seeing you again was all he desired. you were happy, and that’s all he needed to know; he didn’t want to know about the person who might’ve stepped in and mended your heart together after he broke it.

gripping his bag tightly, he turned, walking off without a second glance. it was time for him to move on. you had. he was a fool to think things could go back to how it had, how he could hold you so intimately in his arms, whispering in your ear how much he loved you. feeling your lips all over his skin, the way your soft hands would trail along his burning skin. he was so stupid.

“simon?” 

your voice was just barely above a whisper, and you watched with wide eyes the way he stopped in his tracks, muscles flexed under his tight-fitted uniform as he tensed. 

his heart was beating out of his chest, ringing in his ear. turning back to face you, he hooked two fingers under his balaclava and pulled it off. he hated how you looked at him, concerned, creasing your brows. you should hate him; you should be angry that he showed his face to you again. instead, you’re tracing your thumb along his scars, ones that you didn’t recognize and the faint ones that you had already seen before.

simon sighed softly under your touch, dropping his bag and wrapping his arms around you. he pressed his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent while hugging you tightly. he almost broke down when he felt your arms coil around him, pulling him closer and burying your head into his chest.

“mommy?”

just like that, simon’s world crashes down again. he pulls away from you and looks over your shoulder to see a small girl, no older than seven standing in the doorway. she was a spitting image of you, so there was no doubt that she wasn’t yours. although, in a sense, it felt like he was looking in a mirror. piercing brown eyes staring back at him with the same amount of confusion.

“we should talk, si.” you’re wrapping your hand around his wrist, gently tugging him inside. without any hesitation, he’s following close behind you. 

since then, and that very painfully confusing conversation. simon had made his way back into your life, calling every day, showing up unannounced, and accompanying you to your daughters' school events. you didn’t complain; a life without a father was a hard one. you were glad that simon was being responsible and stepping up, and you couldn’t lie; feelings from years ago still lingered, so you enjoyed that you could spend quality time with him again.

simon chuckles lowly when his daughter smushes his cheeks with her small palms, her legs kicking into his torso as he carries her into her room. setting her down on the edge of her bed, he glances at the outfit you’d picked for her – a cute, frilly, pink dress with little white sneakers and a white cardigan. 

he lets his daughter dress herself, only stepping in to help when she tries to stick her head into her sleeve. he kneels in front of her, slipping on her tiny shoes and tying the laces. kissing her knees, he pats her cheeks and fixes her dress when she jumps down and spins in a circle.

“pancakes are ready, sweetheart!” you shout from the kitchen, sliding the hotcakes onto a plate and setting it on the dining table. zipping up her lunchbox, you set it aside before grabbing two mugs and pouring tea for you and simon.

the pair hobbles into the kitchen, simon tugged along by the hyper girl. he shakes his head with a faint smile, lifting and setting her on the chair. you lean against the counter, mug in hand, while you watch as he cuts up her purple pancakes, popping a piece into his mouth and earning a loud complaint from the young girl.

you hand him the other mug filled with tea, brewed just how he likes. he grins, looking at the cup over and realizing it’s his favorite mug, one no one is allowed to drink from unless it’s him. simon leans in and kisses your cheek before leaning against the counter next to you, the two of you watching your daughter scarf down the purple pancakes like it’d be her last meal.

you lean over with a soft pout, grabbing a napkin and wiping syrup off the corner of her mouth. “are you excited for your first day of school?” 

she nods quickly, stuffing the last of her breakfast into her mouth before she leans back, patting her stomach with satisfaction. “gonna make so many new friends today,” she grins up at you with a crooked smile. 

“bet you are. we should get going. don’t wanna be late,” simon says, setting the dishes into the sink and slinging the disney-themed backpack onto his broad shoulder. 

you frown, during the midst of it all, frantic to get things done, you had completely forgotten to change or get yourself ready. you sigh heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. one simple mistake after another, and now you’d have to miss sending your little girl off for her first official day of school.

simon is quick to notice your mood dropping; he shuffles over to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, tilting your head up. “why don’t you rest, i’ll wake you later, and we can pick her up together.” 

you sigh, your shoulders dropping in disappointment. it was silly, but you had been with your daughter every step of the way. it wasn’t a big moment you’d be missing, but a memory nonetheless. you wanted to push yourself, rush into your room and get ready as quickly as possible so you could walk with your simon, holding hands with your daughter while she swung between the both of you. but exhaustion was creeping from your muscles and to your eyes, your eyelids struggling to stay open.

with an unwilling yawn, you nod and let simon guide you to the comfort of your bedroom.

“c’mon bug, let’s tuck mommy in for a quick nap.” simon teases, pulling the comforter back and easing you down onto the mattress. he takes a step back and helps your daughter pull the blanket back up and tuck it under your chin. 

“night, mommy. dream of sweets!” the small girl loudly shouts, afraid you won’t be able to tear her with the blanket covering your face. 

you smile at her words, turning onto your side to look at her. “thank you, baby.” 

simon brushes the hair out of your eyes, leaning down and lightly pressing his lips to your temple. he then lifts his daughter so she can do the same, finalizing your tuck in with a goodnight kiss…or a good morning one. 

“alright, let’s get you to school, kiddo.”

the sun hangs low as simon walks hand in hand with his daughter, a short walk to the school a couple of blocks away. the air was chilling, and simon had tugged off his jacket and slipped it onto the young girl, the article of clothing hanging massively on her frame, the hem almost dragging on the floor. 

he adjusted the straps of the small colorful backpack, very snug on his broad shoulder and digging into his skin – but he didn’t care; he wore it with pride.

simon’s daughters’ chatter filled the quiet streets as she rambled about her hopes for the day. her small fingers clutched her father's index finger tightly, her words a delightful mixture of innocence and imagination. 

“daddy, you know what?” she asks, her voice laced with enthusiasm. she looks up at him with a grin before her attention is quickly redirected towards a small patch of flowers, a bloom of yellow bursting in a patch of healthy green grass.

simon watches as she lets go of his hand, crouching down and picking a couple of stems, gathering a few before returning to his side. “what, sweetheart?” 

“that ladybug that landed on my shoulder yesterday said i’m going to have the best day ever today!” she exclaims, handing the crumpled bundle of probable weeds to him, brushing her damp hands on the outside of her father’s jacket.

simon chuckles lightly at her action, his hands delicately holding the array of flowers. “the ladybug said that?”

“yep!” she said, continuing to marvel at the dream that she had that night; something about mayonnaise and mustard made simon smile, her infectious energy captivating him. 

as they walked, simon took note of the new shoes you had bought your daughter, the bright light-up shoes blinking with each exaggerated step she took. she jumped around, hopping over every line on the sidewalk, claiming that they would break your back, simon didn’t understand, but he held an arm behind her in case she tumbled backward.

approaching the school gate, simon couldn’t help but feel a frown forming on his face, the memory-filled walk ending too soon. he knelt at his little girl’s eye level, pulling her closer to him. 

“have a good day, kid. if anyone gives you trouble, tell me, and i’ll get it sorted out.” he teased, although only half of him was joking. simon slipped his jacket off her and fixed her backpack onto her shoulders, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. 

“i will! give mommy those flowers when she wakes up.” she nods, glancing behind her at the many kids that walked into the gate before hugging her father quickly, stumbling out of his hold and rushing towards the school, excitement coursing through her veins.

simon wished she had stayed a little longer, hugged him a little more, and kissed him back. still, as he watched her run into school, he realized something, he was old – and that his happiness weighed out his disappointment. he might’ve been absent for the beginning chapters of her life, but this was the first big step he was here for. it made him realize how many more were to come; watching her grow up warmed his thoughts, and he could do it all by your side. just you and his daughter, his girls.

AN: i have so many parts alr written for baby daddy simon. SHOULD I MAKE THIS A SERIES, and do i name the kid...??

[goosem1lk]

Stay With Me

Pairing - Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Synopsis - established relationship. You’re strangling his lap while you two enjoy your personal time together.

Word count - 0.3k

Warnings - none, fluff

This was inspired by someone else’s story, I can’t remember which but if I find it I will tag it

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Simons eyebrows are subtly furrowed as he asks, as if he’s sure you’re up to no good. His hands rest on your thighs, his thumbs moving in slow, steady circles. Your bodies are near flush, and the heat radiating off him is so comforting that you just want to wrap yourself in it.

“Cause I find you beautiful.”

He’s stunned. Eyes widening and jaw relaxing, his fingers gently digging into your thigh; inching you closer.

“You’re really beautiful.”

Your eyes languidly roam over his slack face; so calm and gentle and loving. Your palms slide up his stubbly jaw; cupping the side of his face as you delicately kiss his forehead, trailing soft kisses down his strong nose, his curious eyes; kissing the lids as his soft lashes tickle your lips, his expectant lips. With each kiss, all there is is you. You. Oh how he adores you. How he sees you. In all that you are and all that you’ve been and become. Your love stuns him, your devotion makes his chest clench and he can’t tell if he hates the pain or loves the reminder of you. He’s calm with you, relaxed and at ease, and then you’ll remind him that he is worth more than the stars and the planets combined and his pulse races, he gasps you in, inhales your love to the point he’s not sure he’s even breathing air anymore, it’s just you. Oh how you make his heart sing. He wants to hold you, cradle you and love you and show you just how good you make him feel. How he feels the most human he’s ever felt when you’re with him. It’s so simple and true and his eyes sting with tears because where have you been?

“Please don’t ever leave me,” he gently begs, pulling your forehead to rest against his.

“My love,” you whisper back, palm still cradling his beautiful, beautiful face, “the stars could fall from the sky and I would stay in your arms through it all.”

[prettyoatmeal]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley Headcanons While You're Dating

I figured this would be kinda cute since I've only written for König. Switching it up just a little bit since I think the 141 boys are cuties <3

I know this is quite long too, I'm sorry I had a lot of thoughts I wanted to get out!!!!!

There will be both SFW and NSFW with a GN reader (they/them pronouns) ^^ Enjoy!

GENRE: Fluff, smut after NSFW cut

WARNINGS: Mentions of Ghost's childhood

Masterlist here!

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You'd needed to be the one to tell him how you'd felt first. Simon wasn't one to open up about his emotions and mostly tried to ignore and bottle up his feelings, so he never would've been able to gain that courage to tell you first.

When you did tell him, he became super flustered behind that mask of his. You normally called him by his alias and never really used his actual name, so he knew what you were going to say would've been serious.

"Hey, Simon? I think I like you. And I understand if you don't feel the same way, I just figured I should tell you sooner than later."

...

"Simon..?"

He would let out a flustered grumble of "Yeah yeah,, I like you too." and you two would slowly, but surely, warm up to each other more.

He'd be a very gentle lover. Just the thought of him hurting you, even by accident, made him violently ill.

Ghost wouldn't be one to be touchy very early on in you guys' relationship, he kept a lot to himself and you respected that. At times you would hold back from trying to hug him, or hold his hand, or anything, but you didn't mind. You wanted to make sure he was comfortable.

He'd soon realised you were the cuddly, touchy type, so he'd begin making moves like wrapping his arm around your waist or linking his pinkie with yours while you were walking. Just those small touches alone would make your knees weak.

Simon faced a lot of trauma in his childhood so he had trouble opening up to you at first. Once he did start opening up to you, he realised he didn't need to ignore his feelings for once. You made him feel safe.

>:'(( he loves you so much.

He'd call you all the usual pet names such as 'my love', 'darling', 'sweetheart', etc.

You'd often be the only thing on his mind when he'd be on missions or back in the barracks.

He'd always keep a printed photograph of you in a pocket somewhere so he could remember who he was fighting for.

When he'd be upset, he'd always pull that photo out just to look at it. Just seeing your face brought him immense comfort.

His love language would definitely be acts of service. He'll gladly cook a nice meal for you, or tell you to sit down and relax so he could take care of the cleaning.

However, it goes both ways. You'll pack him a lunch for the day He'd be on his knees. Make his bed for him if he were to be too busy? He'll completely melt. It's those little things.

His father didn't care all that much for him as a child coming from an abusive household, essentially needing to take care of himself. Having that someone to pack him a lunch and look after him in such a way made him feel loved and safe.

Of course he'd never take his mask off in front of you. He never took it off for anyone, there were no hard feelings. He preferred his anonymity and you are completely okay with it.

You never asked to see him without the mask because

well,

you just didn't. That was his privacy and you weren't one to invade it unless he would offer or if he were to be ready.

You two were both very patient with each other and that helped build a healthy and trustful relationship.

You also didn't mind not knowing what he really looked like. You first fell in love with who he was as a person, not his physical attributes.

When he did show you what he looked like unmasked, it was ironically during a make-out session.

(He low-key planned it out)

"Bloody hell, this thing is getting in the way." He'd say as the balaclava kept slipping down and shielding his lips from yours.

Thats when he finally pulled the felt which covered his features off, taking you by surprise.

The face-paint was still there, but his beautiful features were completely exposed to you.

He definitely got flustered at just how much you were examining his face.

"You look like you've seen a Ghost, darling."

That snapped you out of it, earning a chuckle from you before you two were sucking each others faces off again without that irritation from the fabric.

While nothing was said in the moment, by the time you two were done, you'd already begun to gush about how handsome he looked. You'd cup his face in your hands like he would to you and place kisses on his nose, forehead, cheeks, everywhere. He'd just look away in embarrassment.

"Yeah, yeah, take a picture, it'll last longer... PLEASE DON'T-"

The hard, confident Simon you knew became a blushy idiot and you loved it.

He was your Simon

__________________

NSFW

Before you two had any 'alone time' together, he'd always make sure there's a large water bottle or an electrolyte drink on the bedside table because, man, his guy has a lot of stamina and a high sex drive.

He could easily shoot a some loads into you over the course of a couple of hours.

You couldn't count how many times he'd make you cum over those few hours as you'd be a babbling mess by the end of it. No thoughts, just getting dicked down.

He wasn't exactly rough, but definitely not gentle. He'll be pounding into you like it was your last nights together for a while. And yeah, sometimes it was, so you two would need to make the most of it.

He wasn't one to inflict physical pain to you either unless it was the occasional slap on the ass or thighs.

He was one to grab onto you though. He'll grab onto any piece of your body he can.

Doggy? Bent over a table? Riding? He'll be digging his fingers into your fleshy hips.

Steamy make-out session? Or just feeling possessive? He'll gladly grab onto your thighs or wrap his arms around your waist.

The boy loves holding onto you, especially when he's in heat, leaving maybe just a few red marks from him gripping onto you so tightly. Maybe even a few scratch marks.

Missionary would definitely be his favourite position.

He'd be able to stare into that pretty face of yours for eternity if his life depended on it.

Missionary also lets him hold your hand as he pounds you into the mattress. The feeling of you squeezing his hand as tightly as you can while you cum makes him go absolutely feral.

Simon wouldn't make all that much noise in bed. Though when he's feeling desperate, he can't shut himself up. He'll let out soft moans and groans and growls into your ear just to let you know how good you're making him feel.

He also would love seeing your mouth full of his cock. The faces you'd make up at him as it slides down you throat could make him cum instantly.

Moan his name and he will also cum instantly.

"Oh, fuck- Simon~!"

He'll start pounding into you like never before, chasing both of your orgasms.

He’ll always make sure that you’re left satisfied. No point in pounding into you if you’re not going to be enjoying it the entire time.

He'd probably cum a lot too. Thick strands would shoot inside you or into your mouth, struggling to stay inside. He'd probably have a thing for pushing his fingers inside your hole to make sure his cum stays inside you.

He's a top and a soft dom so he'd have a bit of trouble getting used to bottoming and/or subbing. He wouldn't turn it away, not for you. But it would need some getting used to for him.

If he's subbing, you could very easily get him to start begging once he gets lost in the pleasure. Though he'd definitely feel embarrassed after. He's a grown, dominant, military man who engages in the most brutal and gore-y activities. He wouldn't have ever believed himself a couple of years back if the future Simon had told him he'll be begging his partner to let him cum as they jerked him off in the slowest, most torturous way.

If you two hadn't seen each other in a while, he'd be pushing you against the wall in an instant with your thighs on either side of him. He'd be practically begging you again to let him fuck you, and you'd of course let him.

Breeding kink? For sure. He LOVES to cum inside you and fill you up.

"F-Fucking hell, look at you, doll, completely stuffed." He'll say as he cums into you for the third or fourth time that night. Your entire body would for sure be shaking at that point.

Of course he’d be affected by the overstimulation as some point as well, he’d begin stuttering every now and again each time his cock would throb inside you.

He'd slam into you with such force, you'll be sobbing tears of pleasure by the time you two were done.

You'll often become extremely tired from sex from the sheer amount of stamina this man has, it can't be said enough.

This man will gladly take you to your limit, but the moment you show signs of passing out or feeling unwell, he'll stop and make sure you're okay, giving you some water and something to boost your blood sugar so you’re not passing out on him. He's not one to take such advantage of you while you're unconscious, and you respect him a lot for that.

Post-sex includes so much cuddling. He'll apologise for accidentally hurting you or if he was too rough and make sure you're all cleaned up and had water before you two head to bed or for a nap.

Post-morning-sex would include him bringing breakfast to you in bed which you thought was the most adorable thing ever.

Your legs would be jelly by the time you two were done, so just trying to make it to the bathroom would be a whole challenge.

Simon would always either carry you or provide you will that stability, it was sweet. He'd hold onto your waist as tightly as he could to make sure you wouldn't fall while your knees would give in.

He was very buff so it would be pretty easy to keep you from falling to the ground.

He'll make sure you're all squeaky clean, hydrated, and fed before anything else.

He truely was the best boyfriend you could ask for.

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I loved writing this so much, I'm about to go scream into my pillow. Goodnight, everyone <3

[simonrillleyyysss]

simon w a sick s/o? i have a nasty fever rn and i hate being sick alone :((( wish he was here to take care of me

thanks for ur request!! feel better soon<3

simon would be so nurturing, rushing to you whenever you weakly call his name for help, sniffling and coughing into your elbow while his large palm caressed over your messy hair, this man sits and makes soups and homemade medicines from google for you!! doesn’t let you lift a finger, or a foot.

hobbling down the stairs, you glanced over at him and wiped your nose—listening to a low grumble reverberate in his chest.

‘uh-oh, here’s comes trouble..’

‘simon…-‘

‘up, back upstairs.’

will literally lift you and chuck you on the bed

doesn’t care if your sick, that doesn’t mean you don’t get or deserve affection, you’re throwing up? he’ll put a basin down on the floor beside the sofa and cuddle up with you while watching his show, listen to your little sniffles and whines

‘simon—you’re gonna catch it..’

a pause, then his hand tucked into your hip.

‘and? s’long as i get t’cuddle my mrs/mr..’

paternal instincts formed straight away. your burning up..oh god, quick shove your head in the bath! you’re weak? you’re dying, call an ambulance! but he’s rational, lol. he won’t panic, you’re already stressed and sore enough as it is, poor thing :((

helps you wash and eat, sits beside the bath and runs the soapy, warm loofah along your tender thighs and calfs, listening to your dry coughs <\3 hovers beside you at the kitchen table with a small bowl of warm food, sectioning it onto the spoon.

‘here comes the aeroplane..’

you did not laugh. but he most definitely did.

calls laswell sometimes if you’re being genuinely horribly ill, doesn’t know what else to do other than hold a damp rag covered by a bag of frozen peas to your head, gently kissing your cheek.

wonders why he gets sick( he was kissing and cuddling you the entire time)

[peppermint-toads]

hi pookies! i’ve been mia for a bit, dealing with some heart issues but i am now being treated with some meds that are making me feel like shit. here’s some un-proofread simon riley for you.

simon hated leaving you alone in the house for multiple reasons.

he loved you with his entire soul. that was the main reason, sure. it was so hard to leave you because you are his everything.

but he also really, really worried about your self-preservation skills.

you and your fucking crime shows. like, seriously. he didn’t understand the appeal.

you couldn’t stop watching some bloody show called criminal minds. it was too graphic for a pretty thing like you. and he didn’t really appreciate the way you talked about that reid bloke.

the most mind blowing part of it all was you’d fall asleep watching the show. and you’d leave the damn window open!

you’d told him a million times that the fresh air helped you sleep. he didn’t care. shut and lock the fucking thing.

he’s explained over and over again. bad people want him dead. him and everything he loves.

so, say maybe one night he decides to teach your disobedient self a lesson.

maybe he gets back from his deployment early, and you’re not expecting him. say he sneaks around the ground level, rapping gently on the siding of the house. his knocking growing progressively louder. he sees you stir under the covers. he picks up a twig and snaps it.

you shoot up in bed, catching a glimpse of a dark, bulking figure flit by the open window.

in an instant, you were reaching for your phone, opening the favorited callers on your phone app and tapping simon’s name. you had no idea if he’d even answer, and maybe 911 should’ve been your first instinct, but it wasn’t.

“simon!” you shouted in relief when he picked up, lowering your voice when you remembered your quickly escalating situation.

“simon, i think somebody’s trying to get in the house.”

by this point, simon was just standing around the driveway, awaiting your frantic call.

and yeah, he had cameras covering every inch of the place, but you never did get around to installing the ring app (he made you log into it the next morning).

“i’m two minutes away, love.”

just your luck! simon was on his way to save you!

he entertained you, doing a full sweep as you sat huddled and shaking in the bedroom, eyes never leaving the now locked window.

he returned a few minutes later. “all clear, dove. nothing to worry about, probably just a fox mulling about.”

you latched onto him, refusing to let go until your nerves calmed down a bit.

maybe now you’d stop watching those stupid shows.

[itzmnne-3-111]

Tears & Kisses★

Sitting there on your bed tears running down your face when your Boyfriend! Simon didn’t return from deployment and you only thinking the worst.

Boyfriend! Simon laying in his hospital bed unconscious but the tiny thoughts of you and him were the only thing that kept his heart pumping.

Boyfriend! Simon who’s been unconscious for months somedays having tears streaming down the right side of his face while the inside only thought about you moving on. not knowing you had a funeral just for him not knowing the repeat of history.

Boyfriend! Simon who woke up a month ago and has been in physical therapy on base for that whole month but after he was given the okay the first thing he did was take the first plane to your shared apartment.

Boyfriend! Simon who stood at the door holding followers for ten minutes not knowing if you moved on from the time he was gone. But all that changed when he heard the door open from the other side.

Boyfriend! Simon who felt weak for one of the first times as he saw your small frame in front of him but instead of the happy girl he left he saw a girl in his old baggy clothes with eye bags more defined and puffy eyes.

Boyfriend! Simon who ripped off his mask to kiss and hold you as you cried asking where he’s been and why he didn’t come home only for him to reply “Jus’ got hurt love” as he kissed your plush cheeks.

Boyfriend! Simon who held you in his lap on the couch as you two watched movies and went on dates to make up for all the lost time.

And Boyfriend! Simon who had the best night of his life ended with you and his naked bodies holding each other as you slept. You going to the bathroom the next morning not knowing that Simon called price to end his field work and the only thing he got as a reply was “Have fun with the missus”

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[youronlydarlin]

warning: suggestive, you and Simon are incredibly sexy, you both also simp for each other

M' over here jus' thinkin bout Mr. Simon "I'm sexy and I know it" Riley

He knows he's the epitome of masculinity. Big, strong, handsome?? What quality hasn't he got??

He flexes his arms whenever he wants your attention. It's the perfect bait cause he knows that now your eyes are glued to his large biceps. It's such an ego boost, knowing that you're probably eye fucking him already.

Simon who makes it his personal mission to get away with as much shirtless moments possible. For so long, he's believed that his body was ugly. Scars on top of layers and layers of muscle aren't usually a great pair to him. But since loving you, he's sure he must be the sexiest man on the planet he is . Wearing only his signature gray sweatpants, he'll walk around bare chested. Abs on full display and happy trail across his abdomen. The sight of it never fails to get you all hot and bothered. Especially when he spreads his thighs on the couch like a king would to his throne. You almost spit the tea you're drinking.

But of course, he's not the only one with tricks up his sleeves. After all, your gorgeous self was the reason why he even considered himself worth looking at. In contrast to his technique, what you do is wear one his big shirts with only your underwear protecting your most intimate areas. Unfortunately, it's not enough to protect you from him. He's already dragging his rough palm over your inner thigh, while the other strokes at your tummy.

"You know exactly what you're doing. Don't you, doll..?"

And you do.

a/n: You both being sexy means that you two are perfect for each other. Also I may not be able to post daily, as my classes clash with my schedule. I am terribly sorry 🥲. I'll mostly be able make it up to you, and post on weekends, again I'm sorry, my loves! But I hope you have a wonderful day, and always remember that you are gorgeous and loved!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

[l13]

♡simon 'ghost' riley♡

idiots in love, but also a set-up for a future smut with my babygirl ghost

cw: female!reader, ghost has a lot of thoughts about hurting soap but he doesn't mean it!! i think.. IT'S JUST FLUFFY FLUFF, some descriptive sexual thoughts.

It was Ghost’s birthday, not that he told you himself, of course. You found out on your own. So, when you gave him a poorly wrapped box, he made a mental note to punch Soap later for not keeping his mouth shut. “What’s this?” he asked but took the box anyway, inspecting the wrinkly wrapping paper (knowing damn well this took you more than one try to wrap), amusement dancing in his eyes. 

You cleared your throat, suddenly cursing yourself for even getting him a gift. This was weird, right? Sure, you guys were friends but not i’ll-buy-you-gifts type of friends. You’ve killed people together before, for Christ's sake. “A little birdie told me it was your birthday..” he raised a blond eyebrow at that and you caught a movement of where his mouth would be, the material of his balaclava shifting. Did he just smile?

“Was this birdie Scottish, by any chance?” trying to ignore the way his gruff voice affected you, you chuckled instead, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to ignore the goosebumps on your skin. “Don’t get too mad at him, I basically blackmailed him to tell me,” you muttered out the last part but he shot you a look and you knew he’d heard you. Oh, well.

Ghost decided to ignore the flip of his stomach at the thought of you wanting to know his birthdate. It was stupid.…Right?

“Are you gonna open it or what?” That brought his attention back to his gift, and you watched as his hands peeled the duck tape off the paper gently, as if he didn’t want to rip it. A more forceful tug on the other side of the box ripped the edge slightly and he clicked his tongue, muttering under his breath. Once the edges were off, he placed his pointer and middle finger under the wrapping paper, and slid it across, successfully getting the rest of the duck tape off. 

Why were you holding your breath? Why was this weirdly erotic? Why couldn’t he have ugly hands? 

You lost focus, the rest of the room blurring together as you followed the movements of his hands. They were so big, and the veins that decorated them were so pretty, and you really wanted his hands against your throat--

A huffed out chuckle brought you back, and you blinked rapidly, noticing that he’d already opened the box, currently holding his gift in his hands. He looked up at you, proudly raising it towards you and you couldn’t help the grin that overtook your face.

His palm held a white cup that looked awfully small in his hands, with ‘#1 Asshole’ written on it with black bold letters. “Woow, it suits you, LT.” you bit your lip, trying not to laugh and he let out another huff, shaking his head slightly. “I noticed that Soap was stealing the cup you like to use, so I thought I'd get you your own..” your eyes dropped to his hands once more, noticing how he was circling the rim of it with his finger. You inhaled sharply, “Not that it will stop him from stealing this one, he’s a menace-”

“He won't.” your eyes snapped to his, noticing he was already looking at you. There was a promise in his words that sent a shiver down your spine and you shifted on your feet. “Well.. I better get going,” you smiled at him, walking towards the door, pausing next to him and letting your hand touch his arm, feeling him immediately tense under your touch. Right. You let go of him just as quickly, muttering a rushed “Happy birthday, Simon.” and practically running out the door. 

<3

When Ghost went to his room, he placed the mug on his bedside table gently, making sure the writing faced his bed. Once he’d changed and finally took his balaclava off, he laid on his bed and turned to his side to stare at it again. He stared, and stared and all he could think about was you. He couldn’t stop the stupid grin plastered on his face even if he tried to, mentally cursing himself for acting so awkward in front of you. Feeling his eyes start to close, he mumbled a “Thank you,”. The thanks he owed you. The thanks he would have said to you if he wasn’t frozen on the spot by the slightest physical contact from you. 

<3

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[crimsonbubble]

cw. fluff, gn!reader, sleepy simon with a baby cow <33 *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[@southernbluebellereader this is for you 🫶🫶]

simon with a baby cow

just imagine like a lying under a tree

and having simons head in your lap

he's got the mask off bc you're in the middle of nowhere and the breeze feels nice

you're just gently playing with his hair

and he ends up falling asleep

that's the cue for the cutest baby cow to come trotting to you

how they got out of its potentially gated pen ypu have no idea

but anyways

they're sniffing both you and simon before curling into simons side

you have to stop yourself from nearly screaming

digging in your bag to grab your phone and take pictures

maybe even save one as your lockscreen

carefully moving your jacket unde his head as a make shift pillow so you can stand up and take more pictures

the baby cow lifts its head to just look at you curiously

and then rests its head on simon

simon wakes up a minute later and stiffens when he sees the cow laying on him

he panics a little when he doesn't immediately see you

but he relaxes when he hears the way you're giggling and cooing over him and his newly acquired baby cow

[phantombstone]

PLEASE, BUY NEW SHOES! | GHOST X READER

You and him have been invited to a wedding and he wants to include his horrible work shoes in his outfit.

Genre: Fluff, crack.

TW: None.

WC: 419.

Inspired by this video. Never laughed so much, his shoes are so silly :')

"What's wrong with them?".

He gave you a confused look, as if you didn't even know what you were saying. He even shook his head in disapproval.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and let out a sigh.

"Just... Look at them".

"They're fine".

"No, Simon, they're not".

He seemed offended by your words; you could barely see his expression because of the balaclava he was wearing, but his eyes were filled with fury: perceiving his stare was enough, you didn't even need to look at them.

"That'll do!".

You looked at his shoes in horror. Okay, you get it: he liked them, they're comfy, they're light, they're... they're. Yeah.

But he couldn't go to a ceremony with them. No way. First of all, they clearly weren't designed for such occasions, and second... I mean, they're pretty ugly.

"That won't do", you replied rolling your eyes, imitating his go-to line, ignoring his death stare. "I know you like them but... please, you can't go to a marriage with them on".

"Why not?". It sounded more like a challenging affirmation than a question. The message his eyes were giving in that moment was something like "dare responding to me, come on. You'll se once we set foot in the training grounds".

You sat down and invited him to do the same by gently grabbing his hands and pulling them towards you.

"Because marriages are not battlefields or any other type of environment we're used to". You played with his knuckles, trying to soft him up. "Can we go and buy you a new pair of shoes? Proper ones, I mean, of course".

Another death stare. You rolled your eyes, accustomed to his behaviour.

"Come on, Simon".

"Fine. I won't wear the black and yellow ones, just the black and grey ones".

"So they match your suit, yeah?".

"Yeah".

"Simon, I was ironic. No Salomon shoes allowed to the damn wedding".

There was a moment of silence.

"Okay, fine. I'm not coming then".

"Not coming to our teammate's special day? That's too low for you, too".

He rolled his eyes, admitting that you were right but not saying it out loud. He sighed, his hands still letting yours play with his, and after a while he seemed to give in.

You took your opportunity before he could add anything else: you stood up, grabbed him by his arm and dragged him out of your shared apartment and into your car, directed to the nearest mall.

"Shoe shop, on our way!".

[prettyoatmeal]

Wet Spot (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader)

More horny posting

My brain is so fried from constantly reading shit on here, I needed to write something to balance it out. No mentions of Y/N.

GENRE: Smut 👍 Porn w/o plot.

SUMMARY: Ghost eats you the hell out. That's it, thats the summary.

Word Count: 680

Masterlist here!

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"Come on, you can take it, Lovie." He growled as he drove you to another orgasm, letting out a broken moan which was music to his ears. The truth was that you couldn't take it anymore, or at very least barely. Your fingers were tugging on his hair which gave him the indication of when you were about to cum. By the time the overstimulation took over, all you could do was let out helpless whines and moans in between sobs. The tears welling in the corners of your eyes couldn't help but fall, staining your red cheeks.

His face was buried between your thighs, your legs butterflied out as his strong hands kept them from moving. His mouth was refusing to leave the heat of your cunt. You were completely sopping at this point, your wetness barely seeping to your thighs before Simon lapped it up, making sure none of it went wasted. How could you not be? The man was eating you out like it was his last day on earth.

Your swollen clit was throbbing against his tongue as heavy breaths escaped your mouth, unable to muster up any words. The small grunts he'd let out against your clit didn't help, sending those vibrations up your spine. Cloud 9 is what you were on, in pure bliss as his tongue moved against you rapidly, hungrily. He wanted you crying, sobbing for him, unable to keep yourself quiet. You'd let out those meek cries, telling him to slow down, but he didn't. He'd stop for barely a second just to let you have a drink of water and then he'd be back at it, making you cry and whine and sob out of pleasure.

Even with him gripping into the pudge of your thighs with an immense strength, you still managed to just barely move your hips in rhythm with his licks and suckles, practically begging for him to let you cum again.

"That's it, just one more for me." He'd say in that soothing voice of his, "you can do it, I know ya can."

Removing a hand from your trembling thighs, he pushes two of his thick fingers inside you as his lips enclose around your clit. The new form of stimulation made you let out a desperate moan. The tips of his fingers brushing against that sensitive spot inside you.

Your eyes glanced down at him through your tears only for him to be staring back right at you with a rare smile curling at the corners of his lips. His eyes were full of lust, and that exchange was all you needed, enough to push you over the edge.

Letting out a melody of breathy moans, you felt that burning sensation between your legs grow stronger and stronger and stronger. Your fingers gripped onto Simon's thick, blond hair as if your life depended on it. It was only couple of seconds after when you'd feel your stomach drop, letting your head fall back onto your pillow as euphoria washed over you, cumming on his fingers one final time with a high pitched moan.

"Mmf- Fuck, Si-!" Were the only words that you could muster out before they'd went to gibberish again, mixed in with your moans and heavy breaths.

His fingers stayed inside you for that little while after, continuing to massage your walls even if they'd completely tightened and pulsed around them, helping you ride out your orgasm. He let out a chuckle as pulled away and wiped his chin with the back of his hand.

"There you go, Sweet Girl." He'd say, placing a comforting kiss on your inner thigh. "You did so well for me." He'd coo at you as he positioned himself above you, placing small kisses onto your jaw and neck. Except your ears were ringing and you were too busy focusing on your uneven breathing to process in your mind what he was telling you.

"Simon?" you'd ask as you wrapped your arms around him, still clearly out of breath.

"Yes?"

"I think we've left a wet spot."

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GOODNIGHT <3