Reader who has an incredibly cozy room. Like. So so cozy, but hides it.
Frankly, youâre a little ashamed. Here you are in an elite task force after years of training and being in the militaryâŚand you have upward of 5 stuffed animals on your bed.
Thereâs beanbags and tapestries and string lights (because down with the big light) and rugs and pillows and blankets and stuffed animals and night lights.
And the rest of your team cannot know this. Could you imagine? The big bad Ghost or your captain being surrounded by all this fluff? No doubt they would take the piss out of you for it, so yeah they arenât allowed in your room.
âŚuntil Johnny (because of course it was Johnny) becomes incredibly nosy. He doesnât know how to mind his own business on a good day, so you always skirting around what your room looks like, and refusing to let them in, and making sure you shut the door fast, gets suspicious quick.
Finally, heâs fed up enough that at the end of the day, when youâre all dispersing to your rooms after hanging out in the rec room, he lets you sneak into your room. Lulling you into a false sense of security, before barging into the room before you can shut and lock the door.
You yelp a, âSoap!â but itâs too lateâŚheâs inside and the rest of the team are peering in through the door.
Your hands come up to cover your face in embarrassment as they all take in the spectacle that is your room.
The fluffy rugs overlap on the floor, entirely covering the hard concrete that comes with the room. The cinder-block, jail-esque walls are similarly covered by various pretty tapestries. Johnny isnât entirely sure how, but youâve strung up a canopy above your bed, encasing the millions of pillows and blankets and stuffed animals into its own world. The lighting is extremely pleasant too, warm and orange from various spots in the room instead of the aggravating, cold, fluorescent, big light.
Soap was ready to make fun of you for whatever you were hiding in here, and honestly he still could, butâŚit was nice. You had an oil diffuser in the corner giving off a nice, calm, relaxing scent too and suddenly all he wanted to do was stay here and cuddle up to the beanbag in the corner.
âWell isnât thisâŚcozyâŚâ he settles on saying.
You groan and finally remove your hands, âdonât start, Johnny! I know itâs embarrassing.â
âNoâŚno, hen itâsâŚâ heâs twirling in a circle trying to take in every angle, ânice.â He means it.
The others are encroaching in now too. Kyle being the most bold and coming to join Johnny in the middle. Ghost and the captain linger by the door, but you can tell theyâre intrigued. Ghost is paying a lot of attention to the stuffed animals on the bed. John seems enraptured by the oil diffuser and rugs.
When no one says anything and you notice their faces are more intrigued than anything else, you settle a bit. Could it be they craved a little softness too?
âDoâŚdo you wanna come in?â It was a long shot, you half expected them to laugh and run out.
Instead Simon and John take a step in and close the door.
âYou can sit down,â you inform them as you take a seat on your bed, grabbing a pillow to hug.
Johnny makes a bee-line for the beanbag heâd been eyeing, but Kyle tries to beat him there which sends them into a stupid scuffle. Johnny wins, so Kyle shuffles back dejectedly to take a seat on your bed next to you.
To your surprise, Simon plops down on the ground right where he is, trying to be subtle about how he runs his hands through the fluffy rug. John is canvassing the room, taking it upon himself to touch every single nick-knack you have displayed.
You sit in silence for a moment, watching them all settle in and relax into the environment. You still notice Simon paying particular attention to the fluffy things, so you grab a raggedy old cat stuffie and throw it at him, giving him the plausible deniability that you were just being stupid and trying to annoy him. You ignore how he keeps it clutched in his lap.
They end up asking you questions about where you got everything and how long it took you to set up, even asking if they could poach some ideas for their own rooms. Kyle reluctantly admits he wouldnât mind a night light. Johnny starts snoring on the beanbag.
Theres something about it becoming a safe place for them too that settles your soul. Itâs nice seeing them like this; soft, relaxed. Thereâs too much hardness in your job, they deserve something that doesnât hurt.
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đ Im just thinking about soft!ghost. Just him coming home from a long ass day and seeing you lounge on the couch reading a book. He just toddles over and falls onto you , just full body weight squish. Your just like âlong day?â As you set aside your book and snake your arms around his broad frame. He doesnât even speak, just a low â mmmmmmâ as he sinks into your neck for a much needed nap.
just silly fluff - two little hcs - i havenât reread this
photo credits entirely to @ave661
oh heartless simon riley? oh, "shut up, bitch" simon riley?
what about tired, cuddly simon riley? what about overly touchy simon riley? what about simon riley who would definitely be one of those guys who acts tough, but the second he gets home to you nothing could pull him away from his favourite girl?
on the bus home from work, his mask would be pulled down, the white skull-face mask stretching over his strong nose, and his blue eyes encircled by dark paint. headphones in, head down, unintentionally scaring the shit out of anyone who walks past.
youâd be a little intimidated to sit by him, with his shady mask and all-black, practical clothing that covers those broad shoulders and his tall stature. heâs a weapon of a man.
but when he was standing outside of your front door, and looking down to see your loving face staring right back up at him, not even that mask could hide his smile. his headphones were no longer in his ear and instead dangled a little out of his pockets. he needed to hear you, to give you all of his attention.
as soon as the door clicks shut behind him, he drops his bag, arms instantly reaching out to hold you, as if the action was built into him. as if you were second nature to him.
"hey, darlingâŚ" he grins, as you gently pull his mask up, amused to watch you try to sort out his messy hair. that short, light hair thatâs been scruffed up under his mask all day.
"missed ya."
naturally, the same little grin stays on his face as he leans down to your level, aligning your lips to his with a gentleness that no one could else could ever have suspected and kisses you. strong arms hold you, pulling you in, so that his muscular back is practically shielding you. and yet, every movement is so gentle, treating you like the most precious thing in the world.
"dâya miss me too, love?" he whispers, his breath close to your cheeks as heâs barely able to part his lips from you.
i feel like, in the mornings, simon would not be helping you get up and start your day. in fact, heâd actively work against you, begging you to stay with him for just a âfew more minutesâ (in other words, at least 2 more hours). or heâd bribe you, with promises of kisses, and your favourite food (which he definitely isnât that great at cooking), and back rubs, and just about anything he can think of. i mean, this man cannot bear to let you leave him in the mornings.
sometimes, heâll pull his body weight on top of you, acting like a very heavy weighted blanket. heâd lay his head on your chest, sneakily nuzzling his face into it, with his broad chest pinning you down at the stomach and his hands slowly stroking up and down your sides and your arms.
"simonâŚ" youâd groan, "please, i have workâŚ"
"zzzâŚ" heâd make very exaggerated snoring noises, pretending to be asleep, with one eye fluttering open and closed to peek up at you. heâs not a very believable actor.
"alright, big guy, get offâŚ"
"canât, mâsleeping on you," heâd whisper, a little smirk forming on his face. oh, he thinks heâs so funny.
whoah hey this is crazy i wrote a part two actually bonkers
Has it been a solid couple of months? yes. Did i write half of this thing today? also yes!
Im free for the summer now so i decided to finish this instead of letting it take up space in my brain and HOPEFULLY I'll free another oneshot idea thats been brewing about lately
To start off, Simonâs recovery is starting off well. Sure, heâs not used to being off of his feet (from what youâve heard, heâs something of a workaholic), and, sure, itâs only been a couple of days that youâve spent with him, but at least he listens when you tell him to sit down and rest. Not without a couple of complaints, obviously.
You don't share a room. Yeah, it's a bummer, but you two hardly know each other, so you came up with an agreement that until you know each other better, and get more comfortable with one another, you wouldnât force yourselves to share a bed.
Youâve been spending most of your time with him. It's not like you really know anyone on base, though occasionally you do talk with John from time to time -- Price, as the others call him, or âCaptainâ from the recruits. Most of your conversations are check-ins or are used to work out specifics about what's going to happen from now on. What that means isnât currently entirely fleshed out, but youâre working on it. Your conversations with Simon, however, range quite a bit. You havenât touched upon sensitive information just yet -- it isnât hard to tell that heâs got quite a lot of trauma he's been holding to himself all of these years -- but there's been improvements. You two have been over small details -- your favorite things, family members, those basic first date kind of questions. Sometimes, you just sit in silence together. It gives the both of you a moment of rest from the expectation of conversations.
The problem is that you don't know where his boundaries lie. He hasnât gotten visibly uncomfortable when you prod a little for more personal information, but he always manages to switch the topic around or change it entirely. Pushing him too hard isn't a good idea in case you lose the building trust, but you also don't want to be stepping on eggshells around him. It doesn't help that he's one of -- if not the most -- emotionally constipated people youâve ever met, so getting him to open up on his own is going to take quite a while.
A quiet breath leaves you as you exit your room and head to the barrackâs kitchen. Unsurprisingly, it was empty. Most of the soldiers preferred eating at the mess hall, where the food was bearable enough to not complain about. There were too many people and it was a bit too much noise, so you tend to stick to the communal kitchen, which is usually stocked enough to make something simple.
You turn towards the cabinets and look through them, though youâre interrupted not long after by the sound of footsteps approaching.
âAye, so yâr the bonnie thing tied tae the Ltâs pinky?â
Looking over your shoulder, youâre greeted with the sight of one of the soldiers who had been there when you first saw Simon. Your head dips down to stare at the mentioned string. It was looking better nowadays, still a little frayed but not worryingly so, and was taut, still trying to pull you to Simon.
You look back up at the soldier, turning so your body faced him.
âI am.â You peek behind at the cabinets again. Making yourself something to eat will have to wait, you suppose. âYouâre⌠Johnny, right?â
He nods.
âYâcan call me Soap. Whatever's easier.â He shrugs, a subtle movement. It's quiet between the two of you for a moment. You grab a glass and fill it with water, taking a small sip as Johnny speaks up again.
âDoes he keep the mask on during sex?â
You try not to choke on the water.
Carefully, you set it down on the counter before giving the soldier a harsh glare. He holds his hands up in mock surrender.
âCannae a man get curious?â Thereâs a teasing lilt to his voice, a small smirk making the corner of his mouth lift. All he gets in response is a sigh, so he asks, âHowâs it been, anyways? Ahâve hardly seen him.â
You fidget with the string tied around your pinky, trying to figure out how to phrase what you want to say.
âIt's been⌠slow. It's hard for either of us to open up, really.â A small, awkward laugh follows your remark.
Johnny nods. From what you know, he's the closest one to Simon on base, if not altogether. The two have shared a lot of tense moments together and have that sort of brotherly bond so frequently described between soldiers.
âYâgotta give him some time. He dinnae ken how tae be vulnerable, âspecially not with someone he just met.â A pause, then he tacks on a quick, âNo offense.â
You take another sip of water, thinking it over. A small silence follows as you wonder what to say.
âDo you know of anything that could help? Or anything that can help him at least get a bit more comfortable?â He thinks about it for a moment.
âTaking yâr time. He may not be patient but he needs someone patient. Cannae find a lot of that âround here, âspecially not with the recruits he has tae train.â A cheeky smile makes its way onto Johnnyâs face, though he quickly gets serious again. âDon't let him push you away. He might try but yâgotta be persistent. Persistent and patient.â
You think about his words for a moment longer, before responding with a âthank you,â and a slight smile.
ââCourse. Wouldnae want you tae deal with him all alone. Heâs a wee bit bad at emotions.â
âJust a bit?â The quick remark gets a small laugh in response. Thereâs a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his face.
âSend him mah regards, and tell him I cannae handle the recruits alone anymore.â With a curt nod, he passes me and leaves the kitchen, heading to somewhere else on base. You stand there alone for a moment longer, staring at where he stood.
You head to Simonâs room a little while later, a freshly brewed cup of earl grey tea in one hand, using the other to support it so it doesn't splash around as you walk. You stop in front of his door, raising your free hand to knock, but the door opens before you do.
Simon stands behind the doorway, his eyes immediately meeting yours.
âI made some tea.â His eyes drift to the subtle movement of you bringing the cup closer to him.
He shuffles so the doorway is no longer blocked, silently giving you permission to step inside. As you walk in and place the cup on the nightstand, Simon shuts the door and sits down on the edge of the bed, grunting quietly once the pain radiating in his body alleviates slightly. He adjusts himself to sit comfortably, making sure to face you where you were standing.Â
âItâs still a little hot, so wait a bit for it to cool down.â Simon nods, reaching up to take off his mask.
Heâs been making an effort to try and keep the mask off while the two of you were spending time together. He confessed that it's not solely an issue with showing his face that makes him uncomfortable, but it's about having the balaclava off. He wears it so often that taking it off makes him feel uncomfortable on an entirely different level.
Simon holds the mask in his hands, looking down at it with slightly furrowed brows. He sighs, lifting his head again to look back at you.
âLove, I⌠appreciate yâbeinâ here fâr me.â He speaks up, causing your focus to go from the mask to him. It was rare for him to initiate conversation, and even more so to start one with this tone.
âIf mâbeing honest, never thought Iâd get⌠this.â He motions between the two of you. âDidnât believe there was someone in this world thaâ I was meant to be with, not growinâ up ând âspecially not now.â
You frown, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed with him. It dips slightly under your weight as you lean back on one hand, the other just subtly extended towards Simon.
âYou don't deserve not being loved just because of what youâve gone through.â You start quietly, your gaze drifting down to his hands fidgeting with a couple of frayed ends of the balaclava. âIf anything, I think you deserve it more.â
After a moment of silence, Simon puts the mask down and reaches for your hand, taking it in one of his. Slowly, like he was waiting for you to pull away, he brings your hand to his cheek, his eyes drifting shut. His head leans softly into your palm, his hand tentatively holding it in place. He lets out a deep breath and his body relaxes, shoulders falling forward similar to how they did when you first talked to him.
The string tying you two together fixes itself a little bit more once again. Not only was Simon physically healing, albeit slowly, but he was emotionally healing bit by bit as well, only helping to strengthen the bond.
âDunno whaâ I would do without yâhere. Youâve been near me sâmuch recently, donât think I can handle you leavinâ to go back home.â He mumbles, opening up his eyes again to look at you through his blond lashes.
âI didnât really prepare to stay here for much longer than a week, Simon. Iâm gonna have to leave sooner or later and I'm not sure when Iâm going to be able to come back.â He pouts a little at that, looking almost like a kicked puppy at the news that you canât stay with him forever. Heâs quiet for a moment before speaking up again.
âWhaâ if you moved here? Doesnât have tâbe with me, but I can find a flat nearby or somethinâ fâyou.â
âWhat about my job, and my home? Even then, thereâs so much paperwork to do that itâll be a while before I can move regardless-â
âI can pull a few strings, jusâ⌠please.â Simon cuts you off with a small plea, sitting up again, wincing when the movement causes his bandages to pull on his injuries. He holds your hand in both of his now, a certain sincerity in his deep brown eyes.
âIâll still need to get my stuff from home, yâknowâŚâ A smile replaces the frown from earlier as you watch Simon breathe out a dramatic sigh.
âItâs like yâwanna kill me.â He groans, rolling his eyes playfully.Â
But the playful mood drops when he lets go of your hand, getting serious once more.
âMânot kidding about you moving here, âve got a flat not too far from here if youâre comfortable with thaâ.â The look in his eyes silently begs you to agree and move in with him. Considering he hasnât gotten tired of you yet, and also the fact that youâre literally his soulmate, itâs clear that heâs thought this out and wants this more than anything else.
âIf moving in with you means that youâll finally take a proper break, then yes, Simon, I would love to.â The smile on his face heals a part of you that you didnât know needed healing.
ââM taking a break righâ now, aye?â
âWhen the doctor said get some rest, they meant at home, not still on base.â You turn in your spot, reaching behind you to the nightstand for the tea you had brought in earlier. You turn back and hand it to Simon, who takes it carefully from your grasp.
âThank you, love.â He takes a sip before bringing the cup down, leaning forward to knock his forehead gently against yours.Â
The two of you sit together like that for a little while longer later, soaking in each other's presence.
The string gets stronger every day youâre together.
Soap wasnât quiet about this, rather he was almost proud. Coming into the common room every morning to show off how crazy his Mohawk had gotten during the night.
With Ghost, you had to have been around for a while before learning this fact about him. After all, it required him to leave off his mask in the morning. But, man, the first time that happened, you just about melted.
The team had just returned from a two week long op, and you were all exhausted. So you werenât suprised to see everyone emerging from their rooms late and still tired. You almost didnât notice when Simon came out unmasked.
He came out in his big hoodie he used sometimes as a pump cover, sleeves falling over his hands and rubbing his eyes, yawning and stumbling into the common room. Youâd never seen him look so soft. And his hair! Blonde! And all over the place. Just askew in every direction. He walked into the sun shining through the window, the golden light making his hair look like a halo and barely giving you a view of his freckles (he has freckles?).
You were practically jaw dropped looking at him, simply because youâd never seen him without the mask before. Honestly more than anything, you were moved by the trust he was showing you right nowâŚand he was being really cute (which is not a word you would normally assign to him). You tried to school your expression to not make him uncomfortable, knowing he was insecure about his scars, but he still noticed.
He plopped down next to you on the couch, âsorry, know âs not pretty.â
You just stared blankly, ââŚquite the opposite.â
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soft!ghost idea that has been in my mind for a few days now
It was fucking stupid, and Simon was very much aware of it, but he was in too deep to backtrack now.
It had all started about a week ago, having dinner at the mess hall. Kyle had mentioned he was looking forward to their free weekend of the month, proposing the idea of having a nice outing at a nearby pub before going home. Johnny had jumped at the opportunity almost immediately, saying how it would be a perfect chance to find a bonnie thing to spend the night with.
And somehow the conversation had easily turned into one about their flirting skills and abilities to convince others to head home with them. Kyle had recounted the conversation that had landed him five full months of amazing regular sex with this stunning bird, and Johnny had shared how he had managed to convince not one, but two people for a crazy threesome last leave.
Even John had participated, just needing a bit of prodding from both sergeants to give in. He had mostly shared a few anecdotes about his escapades when he was in lower ranks, before focusing on how he had charmed his spouse. The conversation had been lighthearted and quite fluid until all eyes had landed on Simon.
Before he could even say anything fucking Johnny had laughed, teasing him about how his biggest conquest had been his own hand. He had tried to defend himself, but Kyle and even John had agreed it was hard to imagine him easily swooping a bird and convincing them to spend a night at his place.
Itâs not that they didnât think anyone would find him attractive âall of them made sure of assuring him of it, mixing in some quips about how the mask wasnât to hide an ugly mug but instead to protect âthe goodsâ and avoid having everyone fall in love with himâ but his blank stare and imposing frame, along with his quiet tendencies, had made them all agree he would spook any pretty thing before coming close to charming them.
He had scoffed then, told them they had no idea what they were talking about, and thatâs when he had fallen into the trap. âAye? prove it then Lt,â Johnny had tested immediately, and with Kyle and John also waiting for his answer, he had scoffed and agreed to it.
Which is how he had landed himself in this mess, in a crowded pub with his mates expectantly waiting for him to chat someone up. He knew he could step back any minute, that he didnât have to prove himself to anyone âmuch less to a lad that shamelessly wore a mohawkâ, but for godâs sake did he not want to give them the pleasure of being ârightâ.
So with a grumble he looked around the bar, eyeing the different faces, hoping to find someone that at least he could half-care about having to flirt with.
And thatâs when he spotted you, in a booth, sitting alone with an empty pint while what looked like your friend, who should have been keeping you company, was off at the bar chatting with a guy.
He finished his own pint, setting the glass down before pushing up from his chair, not looking back at his table in a useless hope that it would prevent them from whooping and hollering at his move. It hadnât.
Ignoring their stupidness he made his way to you, walking close enough to lean his hip on the bench across from you, getting your attention. âWhoâs to blame for that pint to be dry?â
Your eyes followed the path of his nod to the empty glass in front of you, a light huff of amusement leaving you as your eyes moved to meet his. âWell, how do you know it wasnât by choice?â
An amused scoff leaves him, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips when he points to the seat across from you and you nod. âFriday night, footie game, in a pub? Love, no one would chose to be dry.â
You canât help the laugh that leaves you and you nod in concession, âright, well, saw the line for a new one and decided to leave it at that.â
His head turns then, noticing the amount of people crowding around the bar, all seeming to be calling for new rounds at the same time. He hums lightly before giving a tap on the table and standing up, âmind if i fix it?â
He sees the way your brows raise, heâs not sure if in surprise or amusement, but still you nod your head and itâs all he needs to head towards the bar.
It proves to be the perfect moment for it, given that certain Scott is at the front, already telling the bartender his order. Simon easily shoulders past people, no one really daring to tell him to wait in the back like everyone else, and claps Johnnyâs shoulder when he stands beside him.
The biggest grin forms on the sergeantâs face, leaning an elbow on the counter to turn to him, âbonnie thing kick ye out already, huh Lt?â and he has the audacity to laugh directly on his face. âCome to drown yer sorrows, then?â
Simon just lets out a light grunt, âjusâ for this.â Taking both pints the bartender had just settled on the counter, giving the Scott a light nod in a mirthful yet silent gratitude before making his way back to you. And maybe there is a little extra pep to his walk when he realises heâs left Johnny speechless for once in his life.
The Scott heads back to the table with his mouth still slightly open in surprise, getting groans from the other soldiers at having come back empty handed. Still, when he nods towards your booth, to the way youâre now sharing bench with Simon, to how easy it is for him to slide his arm around your shoulders and make you laugh, they all forget about their lack of drinks and just watch in amazement.
It is with a fully cocky and knowing grin that Simon turns to them when you both get up, giving them the sassiest and cheekiest little wink anyone of them had ever experienced âmuch less expected from someone like their lieutenantâ before heâs helping you get your coat on and herding you to the exit.
The satisfied smile is still confidently placed in his lips when you lean into his side, his arm around you to hold you close and keep you warm as you both walk down the street. âHow long until they figure it out?â his smile only widens at the laugh that follows.
He just gives a light shrug, holding you a little closer as you both make your way home. After all, Simon had a full weekend to spend with his spouse.
So, while i make big plans (and changes) for the Death!Ghost fic, get back in the groove for writting... Here are some soft!Ghost thoughts that I've been hoarding.
I have said this before and Iâll say it again. Ghost is not insecure when it comes to his looks, to his attractiveness. Sure, he looks rugged and a little messed up. But he knows the kind of bird that will fall for a few scars and a crooked nose. This man just has to take the mask off, sit on a bar and lean back on his chair, manspreading. Give a small smirk at anyone and a couple flirty sentences and they go home with him.Â
What he is insecure about is Simon. He knows how to be Ghost, all sass and confidence, gruff answers and dry jokes. He has control over Ghost, but Simon? Heâs scared of who Simon could be. Scared of not knowing how to break the cycle, of letting his father have the same control he had before Ghost. Heâs scared that the way others perceive him (or how he thinks they do) itâs what he really is.Â
So when he falls for you, and he falls hard, he has to prove to you, to himself, that heâs better than that. That he is caring, helpful and useful.Â
Thatâs why your favourite things are always fully stocked up, doesnât matter what. Snacks, drinks, cologne, makeup, shampoo. Even that random type of pen you bought once and you actually really like because it always writes smoothly.Â
Itâs why you havenât spent a single penny on fixing anything around the house since you started to see each other in a more serious way. Even less since you moved in together. Thereâs not a single leaky sink, no loose floorboard that creaks when you step on them.Â
Thereâs also no high shelf that needs dusting or window that needs cleaning. Before you can even think of getting a stepladder (or god forbid, think of climbing the counters, how many times does he have to say how unsafe that is, sweetheart) heâs already done those.Â
No need for more than one trip to get in the groceries, in fact no need to carry them. Thatâs why Simonâs there. Heâll gently push you to the side when you go to get the cart, keeping one hand on your lower back as he follows you through the isles. He then carries all the bags on your way back, listening to you talk about what you could do this evening.Â
And if you dare offer your hand, to ask for a bag? All youâre getting is the biggest side eye before he moves the bags all to one hand, holding yours with the other. Heâll give you such a proud smirk if you say anything about it, too.
Heâll learn the recipe to any and all your favourite and comfort foods, adaptations and variations you may use included. Heâll cook them whenever, but especially the few days after getting home from deployment. Itâs his way of reassuring both of you that heâs home and everything can go back to normal.Â
Just like with any other chore, once he begins to do it, it becomes pretty much illegal for you to join. If you try to get a knife and start mincing some garlic, or grab a wooden spoon to swirl the panâs contents, heâll scoff and shake his head. Simon will tut at you, take whatever utensil youâre using out of your hand and say something along the lines of âlet me do this for you, sweetheartâ.
Heâll pick you up and set you on the counter closeby, asking about what youâve done while he was away, listening to you as he makes the food. Heâll sneak little kisses and touches here and there, lean over you to get something beside you on the counter, only because he knows that youâll lean closer and kiss his cheek or peck his lips. The only way heâll allow for help is taste-testing, he'll bring spoons with a bit of the broth or little pieces of whatever is being cooked to your lips, only after having gently blown on them to cool them down, to get your opinion.Â
And when all thatâs left is letting the food simmer for a little longer, only having to keep an eye on it, heâll set himself between your legs, pulling you closer. Your feet loosely linked behind his thighs, arms around his waist and head resting on his shoulder. Heâll use the moment to bury his nose into your hair and take a whiff of your familiar shampoo, one big hand resting on the side of your thigh as the other rubs up and down your back slowly. No need for words, no need to fill the silence.
Half of the time setting the table proves useless, instead he carries you to the couch and sits you in the space between his parted legs as you both eat while watching a show you both had started before he was sent away.Â
His favourite days are those in which, after the hearty and delicious meal, you lean back against his chest and relax. Your eyes slowly get heavy with the comfort of his body against yours and your full stomach. And he canât help the little, silly, lovesick smile that appears on his lips when, ten minutes into the episode, he looks down to comment something about the show just to find you out like a light.Â
He pauses the show, youâve waited for him to come back to finish it together, heâs not going to betray you and watch more while you sleep. Instead heâll lean back too, get comfortable and pull you flush against his chest. His face will bury itself on the crook of your neck so all he can feel is you and heâll join your little nap.Â
It doesn't matter how many times you reassure him that he doesnât have to prove himself useful, that you love him like he is and donât need more. Because you already do so much for him, you take so much care and show so much love to Simon, that he feels like heâs asking too much out of you. Youâre already the reason his life has meaning, he already takes enough. So just let him do this for you, sweetheart, because he owes you way more.Â
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Back by popular demand Sleepy man Simon. In bullet point form to get all my thoughts out before they vanish, NSFW under the cut
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He has no filter , will say the weirdest shit like " have you mopped the roof or should i do i?" type shit
will fall asleep standing up , like a horse , a really buff horse. he has scared the shit out of you multiple times in the middle of the night
Falls asleep ANYWHERE, I'm not kidding, under the bed , in the shower, under the car that one time he was changing you oil
has mistaken house hold objects as a pillow on more than one occasion, you found him in the tub with a bottle of lysol under his head once. its currently you phone background
sleeps with a death grip. Did he fall asleep holding you hand? well i hope you don't have to pee cus your ass is not moving till he wakes up
once fell asleep while cuddling you, went to roll over and rolled with you. your scream woke him up. He was very amused
you sleep with a separate blankets, due to the Burrito incedent
The burrito indecent, he rolled into the blankets with you in his arms, trapping you in a hot ass tube till he got up to pee
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God this man babbles when heâs inside you just â baby, pleaseâ and âso tight fâmeâ
He whimpers- thats it thats the point- whimpers while you ride him into the mattress or couch or back seat that one time
Speaking of riding, when youâre on top his mouth does not leave your nipples. He is â¨attachedâ¨, secured, connected even.
PUSSY DRUNK, this man is gone , head is empty. No thoughts. Its just his cock in your cunt thats it
Accidentally creampies you.Heâs thrusting lazily, half awake, when suddenly he stills and lets out the neediest fucking sound. It takes a second before you realize that heâs dropped a fat load in your pussy. Your just laying there like, is this my life now?
Your dirty talk flusters the fuck out of him, you once asked him if he was gonna pit a baby in you and he came on the spot. He was down and out like a light. You thought you killed him at first. Nope just hit his reset button real good