But I need a really reallyyy slow makeout session with Simon.
Like imagine straddling his lap on the couch, one of his hands gripping your thigh and the other at the nape of your neck while you cup his face with your hands.
It’s just so slow but passionate, soft but rough at the same time. Mouths opening and closing painfully slow to taste each other’s tongues.
Like it’s just so fucking hot. Taking your time with each other. Letting yourselves indulge in one another. It would definitely start to get messy but it’s just such a dirty, nasty make out session with how slow and deep it is…
And him eating you out the same way…
Taking his time, slowly sucking and lapping you up, leaving long, drawn out kisses to your clit. Him pulling back from sucking on your folds with a “pop” noise to admire your pretty pussy before going back to suck and lick you nice and slow…
Can you tell I want to kiss suck and fuck Simon Riley so good and passionately it actually soul bonds us forever…
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader
Scenario: Simon hasn't been able to stop thinking about your relationship and how not making a commitment to you might lead you to running off with someone else. He needs to solve this.
Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), suggestive thoughts, canon-typical swearing.
It was strange to Simon that the two of you had settled into routine together. Most nights he’d pick you up after finishing work, he’d bring you back to his home or drop you off at your flat. More often than not Simon would cook you some good food to fill up your empty tummy, then roll around in the sheets together. The next morning you’d wake up beside him and he’d set to making you a hearty breakfast and discuss plans for the days. Those plans typically of doing exactly what you’d done the day before, spending time together and… though he’d never say it aloud Simon enjoyed it, he looked forward to it.
There was the times when Simon was left feeling lonely because you weren’t around. It was when he wouldn’t see you from one day to the next because you were busy working on an art project or work had left you exhausted. Simon was a solitary person, not needing or even wanting other people around him, or… at least that was how he’d felt before meeting you.
So, what was this? A question that Simon had never asked himself before, but now it was burning inside of him. Never before had Simon desired clarification, but as it currently stood you were just two people living independent lives that slept with each other and spent time together. That left opportunity for you to find someone else and bring them into your life. He hoped that wasn’t the case, it certainly wasn’t something you’d mentioned before but it still left that door open for someone to take you from him.
The thought of losing you filled him with utter dread. How was he supposed to sleep at night with your body to curl around? He’d started buying extra food when doing his weekly shop, who was going to help him eat it all? Plus, all your favourite snacks were filling the cupboards, if you weren’t here then they’d just go to waste… Besides, there wasn’t another living soul out there that would be able to make you fall apart as quick as he could.
Bloody hell. He was in deep here.
That night after a long shift at work you were curled up beside him on the sofa, blanket draped over your legs, snacks between your lounging bodies and eyes fixed on whatever dumb show you’d thrown on the TV. You hadn’t seemed to notice that from beside you Simone was stewing silently, mind racing with how to broach the subject in the most subtle way.
These questions and that anxiety was beginning to build up inside of Simon, his knee was bobbing relentlessly, muscles wound tight, fingers tapping furiously against the arm of the sofa like a metronome. How was he going to do this? How was he going to ask for clarification on what you were to each other? What did he actually hope the answer was going to be? He wanted you, right? Only you. He didn’t want another living soul to have you… fuck, the thought of someone else having their hands and their lips on you. It made him seethe.
“What are we?” The question tumbled from his lips, short and frustrated. It caused you to look up at him, brows furrowed. “Sorry?” “You… do you ever do this with anyone else?” He looked down at you through intense dark eyes. “Do I… watch TV with other people?” You questioned, almost not following his line of questions.
Further frustrated Simon bit out. “Do you fuck anyone else?” That made you begin to fight a little smile, finally figure out what he was trying to ask. “And the rest of it… everything we do together… like going for walks, or to dinner… or just watching TV like this…” He gestured to the way you were lounging so comfortably behind him, sans any make-up and looking so relaxed. “Do you?” Simon asked, you simply smirked as you flitted you gaze back towards the TV and muttered easily. “Would it bother you if I did?”
This question only made him stew and simmer again at the thought of someone else being in your life like this. The thought of them kidding and making you fall apart only mad his anger bubble further. “Mm.” He grumbled out, keep his dangerous eyes locked on you.
Reaching across to rest a delicate hand on his tattooed forearm you mentioned softly. “I don’t do this with anyone else, Si.” You informed him, watching the tension leaving him body in that moment. “Only you.” You quip with a little shrug of your shoulders, before continuing. “If I’m not here with you then I’m at work and I’m wishing that I was here with you or counting down the minutes until I’m going to see you again or wildly ignoring all of tasks and remembering all my time with you.” There was vulnerability to your tone as you informed him that. “Then I see you and I’m happy in all those hours before I’m back to being on my own and wishing it’ll happen all over again.”
You were in deep too. With the way that Simon was looking at you, you could have been convinced that there wasn’t anyone else in the world. “Simon, are you trying to ask me something?” Reaching up you brushed your fingers against his face delicately before following with a gentle few kisses against his cheeks and temples and jawline. Every action made forced his body to relax, coaxing his anxiety away before finally the words came. “What if… we did do this everyday? Just… us two…”
You gnawed your lower lip. “I could get behind that.” You agreed with a tiny shrug of your shoulders. “So… if we did do this… what would I call you?” You quirked a brow at him. “My boyfriend?” Simon grimaced. “Love, I’m not a boy.” He muttered, snatching some of your snacks and beginning to munch away. “How about my lover?” You purred playfully and once again Simon groan and threw you a look. “So… just my Simon?” You raised your brows at him, this time he didn’t seem to fight your suggestion, simply smirked.
“Mm…” Then he nodded, much to your surprise. “And you’d be mine.” It was like your heart exploded in your chest, smiling at him and trying not to act overly excited and frighten him off. “I guess I would be~” Then leaning forward you kissed a couple sweet kisses. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Not moving too fast?” You ask, concerned that Simon might change his mind all of a sudden and end up hurting you both. “M’sure, babe.” He responded, pressing a sweet kiss to your nose. "You're mine."
Arguments with simon when he's in an already sour mood end with him clamping your mouth shut with his hand and him glaring, leaning in low, "shut it, woman." Not allowed to argue, you can continue later or the next day, i mean, you could keep going but it'll just be muffled sounds from your end while he stares you down with his hand over your mouth (his dick get hard at the sound of you going 'mmhm mgghm!!' though.)
If you're still in a huff after he takes his hand off your mouth, rolls his eyes and picks you up, zero warning, zero struggle, you always shriek a little and simons eyes glimmer with devilry, it's always a little weird getting picked up like it's nothing, many men will never have the pleasure of having a sweet girl like you in their arms he thinks to himself, his hands always mould into your back the other supporting your thighs like he was made to hold you, even during little spats. He walks to the shared bedroom, and every time you open your mouth to argue, he looks down unimpressed, doesn't argue back. When he finally gets to the bedroom, he throws you onto the bed and lies on top of you, sprawled out, his face planted in your tits
"For fucks sake, woman, stop your bloody nagging."
need mafia!simon and shy!reader pda stuff in the club and out in public
you know what anon, i need this too. in this little shot we're gonna pretend simon and reader have been together for a bit. also i went to extreme pda and made them almost fuck hope that was okay lmao
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warnings: HEAVY pda, a bit of sexual tension, but mostly fluff, a little smooch, Simon can't keep his hands off of you, reader is an anxious sweetheart
How you kept ending up in a place such as John Price's club was beyond you, and frankly a bit concerning. It was the last place in the entire world that you wanted to be due to how crowded, loud, and terrifying it was, yet be it because of your friend, or Simon Riley, you always made your way back there for one reason or another.
That night wasn't much different than any of the other times you had been there, and maybe you should have been grateful for the fact that the club was at least a little predictable. What wasn't predictable, though, was your boyfriend. Out of anyone you had ever met, he was a wildcard, which both intrigued and scared you at the same time. Always keeping things interesting, he was rather sporadic which was nice and yet the single greatest cause for your anxiety in most cases.
"A little more to the right," Simon prompted.
No matter where you were at, if there was a pool table, Simon was able to find it. You noticed that he always kept his hands moving like he was hardly ever able to sit still, be it checking something on his phone, or holding your hand. Pool seemed to be his drug of choice, though, which of course meant that you would always end up playing with him, where he would mercilessly beat you in every single round.
"Like this?" you asked.
"Tad too much. There, now shoot."
Despite his guidance, the tip of your cue grazed the side of the ball which sent it spinning too far to the left. Huffing, you straightened yourself up as you watched it clumsily bounce against the sides of the table before eventually coming to a stop.
"Yikes," you muttered.
"Thanks for lining up my shot for me, sweetheart," Simon teased.
Just like the last two rounds, Simon wrangled yet another triumphant win for himself as he knocked his last three balls into the pockets before slamming the last eight ball along with them. By that point you weren't even disappointed when you lost as you were very much used to it. Your boyfriend, however, never seemed to get used to how much he enjoyed gloating after each win.
"Another round?" he suggested.
"I think it'd be more efficient if you played by yourself at this point," you sighed as you rested your cue against the table.
Mirroring your actions, Simon rested his cue next to yours before he put his hands on your hips. You weren't prepared for how quickly your mouth would run dry, and you found your eyes blinking rapidly as you stared up at him. His touch was warm, it always was, or maybe you just thought it was because it always felt like your organs were boiling whenever he even so much as looked at you. But there were so many people around, too many people around.
"Bein' a sore loser, are we?" he teased.
It took a moment for the words to form in your mouth, like his touch had completely reset your brain. Eventually, your hands came up to rest on his chest as if attempting to keep some modest space between the two of you.
"Simon, there- there are people around," you said as you anxiously glanced around the area. The VIP bar had less people than any other area in the building, but there were still too many eyes for your comfort.
"What about it?" he asked. His thumbs began to glide along your hips, desperately trying to feel the softness of your skin through the fabric of your pants.
"Someone's gonna see," you defended.
Nothing you said seemed to deter Simon from his task. His hands continued to paw at your hips as his own pushed you against the pool table, trapping your legs as his head lowered into the crook of your neck. You could feel the embarrassment boil just underneath your skin, and your fingers gripped his shirt so tightly you worried it would rip.
"Let 'em see," he said, lips grazing against your neck. "They can mind their damn business if they care so much."
"Simon, seriou-!"
Your words were cut off with a squeak as he effortlessly lifted you up and sat you on the edge of the table. His hips nestled between your thighs and you were infinitely grateful that you hadn't worn a dress that time around. Still, no matter how grateful you were, it didn't change your precarious situation.
"Trust me, sweetheart," he assured you while his hands began to wander up towards your waist, "no one cares."
Every brush of his fingers and hands against you sent shivers throughout your body. It was the strangest feeling ever, enjoying his touch and yet feeling ashamed about it at the same time. Too many prying eyes, glances not actually meant for you but ones your brain convinced you were malicious. Maybe if you were stronger, more confident, more brave, you could have actually enjoyed the moment instead of worrying so much about it.
"I care," you blurted out.
Once those words left your mouth Simon's hands ceased in wandering over your waist. He slowly moved away from your neck and leaned back to look at you, where you found his expression was much softer than you had anticipated it to be. He was handsome all the time, but even more so when he looked at you like that; like you were the only person in the whole world.
With your hands still gripping the fabric of his shirt, you yanked hard on it and pulled him close enough until your lips crashed together. Everything in your brain screamed for you to stop, that people were around, that they'd think you were a freak, but it was as if something had possessed you. Surprised, but not at all upset, Simon returned his hands back to your waist as he moved his lips against yours.
To your surprise, it was actually Simon who pulled away first, and he was not at all trying to hide the slight smirk on his lips. You blinked a few times to clear your mind before you found one of your hands reaching out for your cue stick.
"A-Another round?" you asked.
Simon tilted his head to the side and you watched as a short chuckle rippled through his chest and shoulders. He reached for his own cue before taking a step back and allowing you to slide off of the table.
"I'll go easy on you this time," he claimed.
While he set the table up you stood watching him with a hand over your chest. Your heart pulsed so powerfully in your rib cage you were certain your pulse was visible in your throat. Still, you tried to shake off that trembling feeling of excitement that coursed through your body while you pretended your hands weren't struggling to hold your cue stick due to your sweaty palms.
i thought about having simon make a joke about bending you over and fucking you on the table and everyone else could just deal with it but i thought that might've been too much so i went for something a bit more fluffy instead lmao. also requests are open again so feel free to send in some if you have any ideas (:
i can’t stop thinking about simon professing his love for the first time to his lover when they’re having sex. like he’s just gotten back from a mission that was really draining. both physically and mentally.
adrenaline still coursing through his system when he pumped into you. but it’s so different this time, his emotions and thoughts visible one his features before he’s tucking his face into your neck. hauling you closer as his arms wrap around you.
“love ya’ so fuckin’ much.”
and your heart swells at his words, feeling like you were about to weep as you pulled him closer. he’s pushing in and out of you but all you can focus on are his words.
“can’t get enough of you.”
and his words just keep tumbling out of his mouth, like he can’t speak fast enough. massaging your soft skin as he nips and kisses at your throat.
“i love you.”
and his words are emphasized with shallow little thrust. your body buzzing with delight as your nails rake down his back. telling him you love him too.
💭💭💭: i will expand on this more later but i just really needed to get this out of my head !
brat tamin but not rlly bc theres no tamin, just gentle comfort :((
you’re all bite and snarls, scratching at his arm but simon just stares down at you, quiet and unmoving until your anger sizzles into quiet sputters, uncertainty curling within you because why isn’t he moving? why isn’t he punishing you?
(you wanted it, anyway. you and simon have talked about it, dabbling into it even, but today’s different and you don’t know how or why. but it seems simon does and-)
simon just exhales deeply before reaching out only to take your hand and ask, “feeling better?”
you are flustered, confused by his reaction, but simon just swipes his thumb across your skin, rubbing soothing nothings as he continues to look at you.
it’s his gentle silence that finally breaks you. that drags you underneath the fog. you tremble in front of him as tears begin to pool in the corners of your eyes, and you bite on your bottom lip to stop yourself from pouting.
simon just smiles like this is what he was waiting for before he’s pulling you to walk with him by the edge of the bed. you tense, expecting him to order you to get on his lap for a spanking, but simon just sits you beside him and presses you to his side, cradling you.
the tears finally roll down your cheeks, your heart beating wildly. confusion lines the way your eyes trace him and simon just hums, brushing your hair away from your face before bending down to press kisses on the apples of your cheeks.
you want to ask him what’s going on. why’s he quiet. why isn’t he punishing you? but simon just rubs at your back in comfort – that’s what this is, isn’t it? all of this to comfort you?
you clamber to his lap on your own, needing to feel him. and simon’s chest rumbles when you nuzzle your face on his neck, breathing him in. then, he repeats his question, “feeling better?”
you give him a hesitant nod, sniffling, and simon smiles, pressing a kiss on your temple.
Despite being a reserved man himself, Simon would occasionally give in to your voyeurism. As you both stumbled out of the pub and called an Uber, your hands explored his frame. "People are staring, love," he corrected but you continued to plant soft kisses along his neck and places your hands on his chest. "Let them stare," you chided and he held your waist as you continued the affections. Eventually, the Uber appeared and you confirmed your name and your address. You got in with a giggle as Simon placed a protective hand on your thigh. "Have a fun night?" the Uber driver asked and you responded happily before lightly pulling your boyfriend's face to you.
"May I?" you asked as you held the edge of his face mask. He nodded slightly in a drunken stare and you looped one side of his mask off before tracing his lips with your finger. "What are you doing?" he questioned but he knew it was rhetorical as you smashed your lips to his. You kissed with absolute fervor and you could feel your body heat rise as his hands wrapped around your waist. You teasingly bit his lip and he let out a groan in response. The lights of speeding cars flashed in the distance and you continued to allow his mouth to explore yours. You could hear the rev of the engine as the Uber driver sped up, probably wanting to get you both to your destination before you started to ride Simon in the backseat.
Despite your initiation of the kiss, Simon returned it fully and took the opportunity to grip your side and cup your ass in his strong hands. You could feel him run his fingers up your thighs as you moaned into his soft lips. He bit your lower lip and you moaned in response, allowing his tongue access. His hand moved to the back of your head as he kissed you passionately and teased your clothed center. Your grip tightened on his face and shoulder as he continued to tease you. Eventually, the Uber came to a sudden stop and you pulled away, noting your destination.
"Thank you!" you called to the Uber as they drove off. Simon's hands were protectively on your waist as you unlocked your flat's door. The minute you entered, he lifted you and carried you off to the bedroom. "Been a naughty girl, haven't you?" he said as he threw you onto the bed. You couldn't help but bite your lip as he closed the door and pulled off his shirt. It was going to be a long night with Lieutenant Riley.
hai bonni <33 this is my first reqs 4u and im sry in advance if it's kinda of cringe 😭 (i came here from yr simon fic btw nd i luv ur writinggg) wht do u think abt simon being tired as hell coming back home from his mission and literally melts into reader's arms?
HELLO DEAR ANON ! thanks for requesting and no, it's not cringe dw i LOVE it. also ty for loving my writing that literally made my day sm >< enjoy this!
PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Gn!Reader
OVERVIEW: Simon melting into your arms after a rough day at work <//3
C/W: Entirely fluff + kisses
Simon had a long day at work and was feeling tired and stressed. He started his car and drove home, feeling the tension in his shoulders and back. As he pulled into his driveway, he saw you standing on the porch, waiting for him.
You smiled and walked towards him, your arms outstretched. Simon stumbled out of his car and into your arms, letting out a deep sigh of relief. He felt the tension in his body melt away as you held him close, your warmth and comfort surrounding him.
"Welcome home, Simon," you whispered, resting your head on his chest.
"Thanks." Simon replied, wrapping his arms around you and taking a deep breath.
The warmth of your body against his, your breathing against his ear, all of it was like a balm for his soul. He let go of the tension in his muscles and let himself melt into you. Your warmth and love surrounded him, making him feel safe and protected.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling you hug him tightly.
"I missed you," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "Missed you so much."
"I missed you too, Si'," you replied, your voice full of love.
For a moment, nothing else mattered but your embrace and the love that you shared. The weight of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. And in that moment, he knew that everything was going to be alright.
"Hey," you said, leading him towards the house. "Let's go inside, okay?"
You helped him inside, guiding him to the couch, where you could hear him release another deep sigh.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" you asked, sitting beside him. "Food? Um, what about some tea? I think that will help you loosen u-"
Simon reached for your hand and gently squeezed it. "Just you being here is enough, love." he replied.
"I'm always here for you, Simon," you said, giving his hand a squeeze back.
You leaned into his embrace, pressing a soft kiss against his stubble-roughened cheek. The gesture was gentle, yet full of meaning. Simon felt a warmth spreading from his cheek to the rest of his body, your love surrounding him like a blanket.
He closed his eyes and savored the moment, letting himself be fully present in your embrace. He could hear your heartbeat against his chest, and the sensation was soothing and calming.
You reached out and pulled his balaclava up, revealing his mouth. A quick peck and his face lit up with a smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.
You watched as he became more and more beaming, his mouth turning into a grin as you removed the balaclava. "There he is," you said softly, your voice filled with affection. You giggled, teasing him as you added, "My little baby soldier."
Simon's eyes were fixed on you, filled with a sense of pure adoration and love. He was grateful to have someone who accepted him for who he was, especially coming home from a long and difficult mission.
"Baby soldier?" He asked.
"Yeah, well, aren't you one, my love?"
"I am so not a baby soldier."
"Oh, damn you're right." You replied with faux surprise. You leaned into him, cupping his cheeks and squeezing them together.
Then you added, whispering as you do so, "You're my little baby lieutenant, aren't you, Si'?"
You feel Simon inhale and see him averting his gaze. You giggled at him and kissed both of his cheeks.
Simon cannot bring himself to retort any longer as he completely melts into your kisses and embrace. If you said he's a little baby lieutenant, then for god's sake, he is.
It was a moment of pure serenity, of pure love. And Simon knew that he would always cherish it, a beacon of solace in the midst of the chaos of the world.
And then, as if driven by an instinctive need to express the depth of his emotions, he pulled you closer, holding you in his arms, his touch firm and passionate.
"I love you," he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. But there was no question about the sincerity of his words, the longing in his eyes as he looked at you. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.
"I love you too," you replied, your own voice just as genuine. And with those words, Simon knew that everything was going to be alright.
Simon, who wanted to surprise you by taking you to a fancy restaurant for dinner, didn't know how to tie a tie properly.
Simon, who'd always bought the clip on ones in the past, would be mortified if you ever found out he couldn't tie a simple tie.
Simon, who'd gotten up extra early that morning to watch endless videos on how to tie the tie, ended up nearly giving up on it together.
Simon, who didn't know else to turn to, called Johnny, who teased him relentlessly but ended up spending an hour on FaceTime with his friend to teach him how to tie a tie.
Simon, who stared at his reflection for longer than he cared to admit, made sure he looked perfect for you, and your date tonight.
Simon, who fiddled nonstop with the black velvet box that was tucked away in his pants pocket, practiced his speech once more in the mirror before he went to pick you up.
Simon, who couldn't help the proud smile that lined his lips when you'd told him he looked devilishly handsome with his bow tie, made sure to tell you how beautiful you looked tonight.
Simon, who started to sweat like a mad man as the end of your date was approaching, got down on one knee and began to tell you how much he loved you.
And Simon, who felt like his life was finally worth living for, cried happy tears for the first time in his life when you said yes.
a/n: this is my first-ever series! special thank you to my friend @fixfoxnox for encouraging me to finally write what I want! another special thank you to @hioreh and @vlkyriesgf my two best friends who’ve helped me!
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Pronouns Used: They/Them
Summary: It’s a short time off for task force 141 when Ghost bumps into you at your bookshop. It sends a spark through both of you, but Ghost quickly shrugs it off and leaves. However, when he gets back to base, ready to sleep before a new mission he feels a body next to him in bed. He immediately grabs a knife only to find out it’s you with wide eyes and a trembling body.
Word Count: 2.2k
Series Masterlist
Warnings: Typical COD MW2 Dialogue & Violence | Slow Burn | If I have missed any let me know!
i might write a part two to this because reader was supposed to give simon aftercare, but this fic had other plans. also reader is said to be a younger sibling, other than that, no background or physical descriptions
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"Fuckin' hell . . ." Simon groans as he stretches out his back and rolls his shoulders. "Think I'll be feeling that tomorrow."
Snickering, you feel a little bad for the pain he's feeling, but you can't pass up the opportunity to be a little shit. "I guess we shouldn't have gone that extra round, huh? Bit too much for you?"
You grin up at him from where he stands as he snaps his head to look down at you still lounging--naked--in your shared bed, narrowing his eyes at you in a menacing squint that should have made your alarm bells go off.
"And just what are you implying?"
And because you have a terrible sense of self-preservation, you continue to needle him, holding back your giggles as you hug a pillow to your front. As if that'll be an effective shield to protect you from any retaliation from him.
"Nothing." You shrug innocently. "Just that maybe we should've taken it easy. Rested up your weary body. I know you're getting older--"
"You finish that sentence and I'll show you older."
Simon gives you a glare that would send hardened soldiers running, but all you do is snicker obnoxiously. You can't help it. It's the younger sibling within you. It's a part of your DNA to be intentionally annoying. A need to irritate someone for shits and giggles. In this case, that someone is Simon.
"Fine, I won't." You pat the bed and scoot over to your side a bit more. "Now get in here, old man."
"Call me that one more time, I dare you."
If he weren't nearly naked, save for the extremely well-fitted boxer briefs he wears, you might be more inclined to be less troublesome (not), but since he isn't, you choose to be an annoying little shit. Simon's annoying little shit.
"C'mon, just get in, you're so slow--"
Simon sends you a warning look.
"--like an old man."
He sucks in a sharp breath.
"A really, really old man."
"That's it."
--is the only warning you get right before Simon rips the pillow you're hiding behind from your hands and jumps in the bed to start tickling you. A shriek of laughter spills from your lips as Simon pins you down, fingers digging into sensitive spots along your body. He's relentless in his torture as he grins down at you.
"Simon--Simon, p-please! I wa-AHHS! Was o-only j-jok-INGG!"
"Oh, so now you wanna be sweet? What happened to all that talk of me being old?"
"I didn't--didn't me-EANN it!"
"Sure, and I'm the king of England."
Fuck, don't say it.
Don't say it.
"O-old like him, th-though."
Goddammit, why do you have to run your mouth all the time? Oh, wait, you know why. It's because you're an idiot.
Simon pauses to squint down at you, giving you a brief moment to catch your breath. Taking in large breaths of precious air, you try to blink away the tears in your eyes, savoring the break he's giving you because you know he won't be showing any mercy in the next couple of seconds.
"Si, you know I love you, right?"
The man above you tilts his head, considering your words as you at least try to appeal to his better nature. Try to delay his punishment.
"Go on."
Be sweet. Just be sweet and maybe you'll be shown an iota of mercy.
"You know I love you," you repeat slowly, sweat dripping down your brow, "and that I always will. No matter what. I will always love you."
Simon raises his eyebrows, unimpressed, as if to tell you to hurry up. Like he knows you're just trying to stall the inevitable. You gulp, trying to get the words out. Come on, you're capabable of being sweet.
"And that will never change. Even if you are old."
Fuck, nope.
You can't be sweet. Why can't you be sweet?
"Should've just kept your mouth shut, darling."
And without letting you get another word out, Simon digs his fingers into your sides, pulling out a cackle of laughter and pleas from your lips. But this retribution is worth it, you think. If only because you get to see a rare boyish grin grace Simon's face.
Warnings: Descriptions of a dead body. Hints of torture and violence. Blood. Depictions of war. Trauma. Explicit Language. NSFW. Smut. Soft smut.
A/N: A somewhat softer Simon, written with female!reader insert. Pre-established relationship between Simon x Reader. Thanks to @offendedfishnoises for all your help, thanks to @more-cardigan-than-woman too xoxo
