was going through my posts and farmer!simon fucks.
Price is mid‑sentence about the merits of freshwater versus saltwater fishing, the exact model of camping stove he swears by, when Simon cuts him off, distracted.
“Yeah. Gotta get my harvest in before sundown.”
Price blinks.
“…Harvest?” he repeats slowly. “Bit early in the year for that, isn't it?”
Simon grunts. “Not for mine.”
"Show me then."
He turns the camera, and the screen swings from Simon’s frost‑rimmed balaclava to the yard outside, a world carved out of winter. Snow drifts pile high against the fence. The air is so cold it looks like it could cut.
And there, in the middle of it, is Reader, bundled in a coat that can’t quite hide the swell of her belly, cheeks flushed from the cold, breath fogging the air in soft puffs. One mittened hand rests on the curve of her stomach, thumb stroking absentminded circles.
Two other kids are there too, trying to build a snowman, except one's using his (blunt) knives for the snowman's nose, and the other one's just eating the snow.
Reader laughs at something, head tipping back, joy bright enough to warm the frozen air.
And Price— he gets it. He gets it.
Simon Riley, who has buried more men than he’ll ever admit, who has walked through gunfire and come out meaner, harder, quieter, is standing on his patio with frost on his shoulders and a softness in his voice that could split the earth.
Price nods once, a solemn gesture of respect. “Good yield this year.”
Simon’s voice comes from off‑screen, a low rumble, stripped of his usual gruffness. “Best I've ever 'ad.”
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after the very 'honorable' discharge of simon ghost riley, he had little left to fly back to. a crummy apartment in manhattan more occupied by rats than himself, torn and faded photos thrown into a dusty locked box, and few personal articles of clothing not issued by the military.
so he left.
abandoned most things to be thrown out to where ever it is neglected objects go. weaved through the state till he was so far off grid laswells watchful eyes had lost his shadow. blended behind the trees and foliage of the country side.
he recollected his bearings, what was left at least. establishing a small corner all for himself, using his background to build a small house meant strictly for one. lean muscles pulled as he constructed things to his subpar expectations. rarely did he leave for the closest town — six hours out — to stock on produce seeds, animals, and materials to stretch his builds larger.
his best friend had become the local barn owl that occupied the trees. occasionally glimpses of wings silently cutting through the night whilst he sat out with the crickets and the new moon.
it was quiet, couldnt decipher if that was good or bad. but he adapted as all good men do.
nearly flipped a switch hearing the barking of a dog, paws kissing mud as they strayed closer to his little community. cows panicking with the calls of sheep, gun immediately gripped in his hands. eyes trained on the runty border collie yipping through the area, wet nose looming after simons scent in curiosity.
his shot was perfectly lined up, ready to cut through the silky fur of the mutt. half expecting to already see as white fur tainted to a coppery red. least, he was. you pining after the dog was quite the distraction.
"winnie! the hell you doin'!"
the barn own, barny your creativity dubbed it, was still his best bud. dog never stop barking enough for simon to get his two cents in. you were similar, always yapping the ears off simon. like mutt like dog he guessed. sing songing whilst you skimmed for the newest harvet of the seasons, watching for the prettiest spring onions and most succulent carrots.
course, you cried every time simon had to butcher one of the animals, cows especially. insisting on burying the skull as an exchange of gratitude everytime. then youd skip inside, belly soon full with supper and attitude fixed as simon greedily bent you over afterwards.
as simon extended the home to your liking, you and winnie would trail after. color bombing each room to the perfected tastes of yours. youd let chickens in through the front door, giggling as their feathered feet wandered around the stead. simon grumbled, swearing it unfair. he had never run away so fast until you chased him out of the house for leaving a trail of mud his wake in.
made him all assortments of things with the wool of your favorite sheep. whining once more everytime he ruined your latest creation in favor for pulling more babbles from your lips.
with all the commotion you brought, simon decided he liked noise the best.
tags: smut/pwp, farmer!au, romance/intimacy, size difference/kink, proposal, fruits and vegetables, sweet & gentle sex, slice of life
a/n: i've been playing too much stardw valley... (there may be more to this)
wilby port was there you got sent to. you had been living in england for some time now, but you were used to the hustle and bustle of london. the constant grind of the day to day. and now you were grabbing your two suitcases off the bus to the small harbour town.
the little house near the edge of town was your new home after your great aunt passed away. you know you could've sold the house and the land around it. but, after years of working so hard in the city. the idea of an escape felt exciting. so you took it as a chance and ended up in the quiet town.
that was where you met simon riley.
the first spring in the town, you had to figure out how to kill time. you had tried a few hobbies here and there, but with the season in bloom. you wanted to try gardening. and while you could've planted strawberries or even some peppers. you decided on heirloom tomatoes, and with poor internet connection in the town and an excitement that left you with little patience.
you had to ask those in town.
johnny shrugged, "i'd say go to ghost." he placed both hands on the bar and leaned forward to look at you, "he lives closer to the river. i'd say be careful. he likes to bite." the snapped his jaws playfully before he laughed.
"ah, ghost." price said when you asked him, "yeah he'd be your best bed." as he had the cleaver in one hand, "quite man, but if you're direct in your questions he'll give you everythin' ya need." then chopped at the meat on the table.
kyle replied when you asked him while he was doing research at the beach, "i'd say ghost, honestly. he has some kind of green thumb that i couldn't imagine. you know it's possible to kill a cactus." he laughed as he got more of the sand into the test tube, "your best bet would be him. ghost."
it left you with one question, who the hell was ghost?
it took a little while before you found ghost's house. you don't know why you expected to find a haunted house at the end of your adventures. something to match this so-called ghost. but instead you found a small farm house, crowded with various plants.
while it was in abundance, every plant looked healthy and well maintained. this looked like someone who would know how to grow heirloom tomatoes. you knocked on the door and when the door opened, you took a step back from the man who answered it.
he stood over six feet, he was broad all over. he was in a red long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up. as a result you could see his arm full of tattoos. it made you swallow as you tried to maintain eye contact with him.
"can i help you?" he asked as he eyed you up and down.
you swallowed, "um hi! i was wondering if ghost was here?" it sounded weird in your head but you straightened up a little, "i was told by others that he could help me grow tomatoes."
the man looked intimidating. he was curly blond hair, dark brown eyes, his nose was crooked probably from multiple breakages. he had tattoos and scars that lined his body. his voice was a rumble as he replied, "name's simon. no need to call me ghost." then held out his hand. you smiled and shook it.
what you thought would have been an easy few tips turned into a pretty hard-core lesson about not just heirloom tomatoes, but all tomatoes. you tried to take notes on your phone, but ended up having to go old school and writing everything down by hand with a notebook and pen that simon gave you.
"no one usually listens this long." he chuckled a little as he took a sip of his water, "likes of johnny get bored after about five minutes." he crossed his strong arms and you felt something quiver inside of you.
you replied, "well, i want to do it right. it's not fair to the plant that i kill it." you tapped the pen against the paper, "so what was that about cherry tomatoes." and you watched him smile a little.
while you didn't have a huge piece of land like simon. but you had enough to build your little garden. it felt weird rewarding as the seasons changed, it grew warmer. and simon came to visit you more often to check on the plants.
johnny made a joke that simon was your shadow now, even referring to him as "the shadow" and you tried not to think too hard about it. simon was just a good friend.
when simon caught wind of this, he had to be a little more forward. over the time you had spent together, he had grown fond for you. so one sunny summer's day, he picked up flowers from the local shop and went to your house.
when you answered the door, you looked at him. and he looked at you. you were in a purple checkered apron with flour on your face.
"what are you doing?" he asked as he looked past you into the house. he could see the mess in the kitchen and the smell of cookies wafting in the air.
you looked at the bouquet of tulips in his hand, "what are you doing?"
"i was bringing you flowers.. to ask you out." "i was making cookies... to also ask you out."
you both looked at one another in the eye before he handed you the flowers and you looked at them then him again. you felt a leap in your chest and felt a heat in your cheek.
in unison you both said, "will you go out with me?"and then both of you smiled at one another. simon gave you that quiet smile he had and you broke into a wide grin. next thing he knew, you were pulling him into the house just as the timer went off for the cookies.
they were your attempt at shortbread cookies in the shape of hearts. but simon thought they were delicious. especially when you sat in his lap and chased every bite of a cookie with a kiss. simon soon learned that he loved your kisses.
"how does it taste?" you asked as you leaned in a little closer.
"perfect." he placed his large, rough hand on your soft cheek and leaned in to kiss you on the lips. you melted a little at the feeling. you felt comfortable with simon.
he was a protective force in your life. he didn't make you feel small, in a bad way. there was an obvious size difference so you were physically smaller. but simon would never make you feel weak. after that, simon was over every day.
he brought vegetables and fruits from the farm. sometimes he'd bring wild flowers from around the property and on weekends eggs for breakfast.
"simon! simon!" during the middle of a warm summer, you called your boyfriend frantically. he instantly was on high alert from your tone. when he asked you what was wrong, you replied, "the tomatoes! they're here!" and as soon as simon hung up the phone, he instantly was getting his boots on to head to your home.
you waved him over when he got there and he saw them. he saw the heirloom tomatoes, his eyes went wide at the sight of them before he pulled you in close to him. you two looked at each other before you leaned up towards simon and kissed him deeply on the lips. you held onto the front of his black t-shirt .
you pressed your face against his chest soon after and said, "thank you so much, simon." you felt heat radiate through you, a deep love for your partner. simon held you close and peppered your face with more kisses.
the kisses got a little deeper and simon held you closer. you smiled against his lips before you pulled away. he looked as red as the tomatoes you were trying to grow.
he swallowed, "as much as i would love to make love to ya out on the grass. i don't think ya want grain stains on everything."he chuckled as he held you face once more in his large hand. he watched you shift a little before you got out of his grasp and took hold of his hand.
once again you were leading him into your home. and simon barely had time to kick off his work boots before you were kissing him passionately on the lips. his arms wrapped around you as he pulled you up against him. your hands in his t-shirt as you both tried to navigate through the small house towards your bedroom.
eventually you pushed you much larger lover onto the bed and he hastily took off his shirt. you had seen him nude before. both in intimate photos he sent, and also when he'd walk out of the shower with just a towel around his waist. but to see his heavy cock one he got his bottoms off and exposed his heavy cock to you.
you licked your lips at the sight of it and got out of your clothes. before you could get onto the bed, he placed a hand on your lower back and pressed his scratchy cheek against your middle. he sighed, visibly relaxing.
"so soft." he said, as he groped your ass. you giggled and combed your fingers through his curled hair. eventually you ended up on top of him in bed. you helped remove his clothes as well, his socks and t-shirt. and you ended up in bed with you. his broad hands mapped your body perfectly, he wanted to feel every inch of warm soft skin.
you looked beautiful when you eventually ended up under him. your head in the pillows and simon was between your legs. his hefty cock was at full attention as he gazed lovingly at your figure. how could a woman so beautiful want to date a man like him? but,he realized a long time ago not to question you. if you wanted to date him, then he'd happily accept your love.
but only if he could give it back in a tenfold. he rubbed his achy cock up against you. it was painfully stiff and he loved the sight of it up against your smaller slit. he was so big compared to you, a fact that turned both of you.
simon had to admit as he sank into you, he liked feeling like a protector. to know that you were safe because of him. that nothing would hurt his darling girl. it made him feel a tug of pride as he slotted himself into your cunt.
the feeling made him shudder for a moment and the stretch made you arched your back a little. he watched your nipples grow hard which only made his cock twitch with lustful want.
he placed his hand over your chest for a moment, but didn't apply much pressure against you. his palm over your heart as he said, "your mine and i'm yours. you, me and all the tomatoes." he smiled down at you before he leaned in further to kiss you square on the lips. his words made you core feel gooey, you felt his love for you in your blood, raising the temperature of it.
he kissed you as he put both hands on your hips and moved against you. he was cautious about hurting you, causing you pain as his cock nudged against you. you moaned against the heated kiss, you shifted a little and he pressed further into you.
when the kiss broke, you looked at one another while the air in the room grew warmer. you felt the heat between your legs as he moved. his gaze was hungry as he moved against you. he admired every inch of skin he could. he couldn't deny it, he never could, but you were the most beautiful woman he ever had the pleasure to love. he wasn't known for being a lady's man, but to know that he had you. he didn't need anyone else.
when perfection was in front of him, he'd never waste you. the pace continued as did the pleasure. the heat between you two as he moved against you. you tightened your legs around him and reached out for him. you were soon chest to chest with simon making sure that he wasn't crushing you.
the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. it would be like crushing a flower, it would break simon. but you soothed any anxiety as you held his face and kissed him passionately with each of his movements.
the pleasure bloomed through both of you as the two of you continued to move against one another. you started to pick up his pace and the kisses became deeper. it felt amazing, you felt like you were on cloud nine thanks to his pleasure. there was something undeniable about him. there was something heated and needy about his movements as you pushed up against him.
"glad i fit." he remarked, "was worried for a moment that she wasn't gonna fit me." he patted your middle for a moment, the action made you squirm and clench around him a little tighter his heart hammered in his chest the more he moved against you. there was a slice of heaven under him and he wanted to make sure his girl felt good.
you giggled a little, "you're not that big. nothing i can't take. i'm strong enough." and let out a sharp moan when simon pressed into you further which made you feel snaps of pleasure in your head.
he chuckled and held onto you a little tighter, he pushed himself further into you and let himself enjoy the sweet, tender feeling of his beloved. he loved you, it was clear from the moment he asked you out. his affection for you only grew with time, he needed you daily. he was constantly around because you made him feel needed and wanted. you were perfect for him.
he kissed you once more and continued his hold on you. he rocked against you sweet cunt and felt the wraps of pleasure in his core. he loved the feeling, being so close to climax with his beloved under him.
you deepened the kiss and threw your arms around his shoulders. he thrusted up into you, his pace steady but not too rough. once again, the idea of hurting you, even by accident, pained him. he never wanted that, he only wanted your sweet moans in his ear and your smiles to brighten up his day.
you two moved against one another, the pleasure continued to course through you. the two of you made love on your creaky bed, but enjoyed each other's gentle company. you tensed up a little bit as you felt the heat of climax was over you. you moaned into the kiss, and quietly said 'i love you' under your breath as orgasm took hold. the thump in your chest made you feel hot all over.
"i love you too.' he said softly as he continued to move against you. you clenched onto him and he loved the feeling of your nails against his skin. he felt extremely hot as he bucked his hips against you. the hammering in his chest only fueled his want for you.
he soon climaxed and felt the shudder through his body. the blossom of heat in his core as he finished inside of you. with a few more heavy thrusts, he slowed his pace to a stop to catch his breath. however that was made hard because you pulled him in for another searing kiss.
you both got under the covers and kissed deeply with one another. you felt connected to him, so close to him. so loving for him. you moaned into the kiss and simon cuddled up against you.
you said i love you to each other many times as you laid comfortable in each other's arms. the love flowed between you two. simon knew and you knew that you'd be together for a long time.
simon looked at you as you laid there comfrotably. you looked like someone special to him. you looked like the future mrs. simon riley.
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it was a hot summer day two years later, you had come by to visit simon and found him working away at the blueberry plants on the farm. eventually you got him back inside his home. you moved around the kitchen like it was your own home.
you were giving simon a stern talking to while you got him a glass of water to help cool down. simon just watched you from his spot at the kitchen table.
"and you know what happens if you don't drink water! i don't need you passing out and crows peckin you-", when you turned around you noticed a small box on the table. the glass of watr almost fell out of your hand as he opened it. shock marked your expression and he chuckled.
he took a hold of the velvet box and opened it with a smile on his lips. your scarred, famer's tan having boyfriend with a love for heirloom tomatoes, was proposing to you.
"will you-"
"yes!" you squeaked before you quickly put the glass down and went over to him. he grabbed you and seated you on his lap. you held his face for a moment to look into his brown eyes before you laid a kiss on his lips.
he only pulled away to slip the ring on your finger (it was a big too big, but that could be fixed). you looked at the emerald in the ring and felt tears in your eyes. you kissed him once more.
you had everything, a home, a husband and heirloom tomatoes. <3
My heart breaks every time I think about reader worrying themselves sick about farmer Simon's awful habit and the years he's snatching away from their life together
no bc a man who never expected to grow old doesn't fear habits that takes years off his life. if anything, he feared the quiet those years would force him to face.
so to him, smoking keeps the quiet away. fire between his fingertips. a burn in his lungs instead of in his memories.
and you never wanted to fix him. never poked at his scars and called them wounds he needed to heal. you just want him there. your husband with wrinkles and grey hair and breath that still fills his chest.
and so he quits not like a man running from death, but like a man walking toward life.
When farmer!Simon goes camping with his kids it’s like an episode of Bear Grylls. He’ll teach them all how to built a shelter and what plants are safe to eat etc.
The kids love every second of it.
barely a trip and more training. the forest speaks, and they'll learn how to listen to it. how to tell edible from poisonous by scent and stem. learn how to move without being seen because they're not the only thing alive out here.
mam stays at home bc mosquitos and sleeping bags are uncomfy and honestly what is one supposed to do without an iced coffee in the morning.
it's cool with simon too because she's not supposed to rough it.
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