this post was inspired by that one blurb of ghost following reader around everywhere.. i can't remember the blog it was posted on. this is kinda self-indulgent. if i misspelled anything please, help a gal out. <3
Simon Riley x Reader
CW: reader is in an established relationship, reader is gn, mention of s*x toys but nothing is done
you're sitting next to simon on your couch in your shared home, the TV on, a footie match simon was tuning into while his arm draped around your shoulder, holding you between his arm and his chest. days like these where you don't really have to do anything but bask in each other's prescence. it's leisure, domestic, and these days are simon's favorite days.
alas, the world decides to bother, you feel your phone buzz and it vibrates the couch cushions, making your booty tingle and grabbing your attention. simon looks at you, then your phone before turning back to the TV. picking up your phone you answer it with a cringy, "hello?"
after a few seconds of sitting there and talking you get up. the action is mindless and simon stares at you for a moment, already missing your warmth. as you pace around the living room, the TV was long forgotten and simon is watching you now. he hasn't made a move to get up yet, just watching you.
it's cute, the way you have to get up and walk around, your stride changes a little when you're on the phone and walking. your head down and your steps slower. you go around, messing with all sorts of things that your haven't touched in forever.
the picture of you and simon that sits on a decorative shelf. you stare at it for a moment as you speak, reminiscing the moment you took that picture with him. you had begged him and he only pretended to be annoyed, but still went through with it because he just can't tell his little luvie 'no.'
then, you put it down and you walk out of the room. that's when simon gets up and decides to follow you. you're not even sure it's a concious decision anymore, this is a regular occurence between you and him.
simon follows you as you tour your house, looking at things as if you've seen them for the first time, all while talking on the phone. It wasn't until leaving the bathroom that you bumped into him, it was a tighter space in the bathroom, your behemoth of a husband taking up half of the room easily. how does he function being that big, you'll never know.
as you collide with his chest you squeak and look up at him for a moment before giving a him a smile and walking past him with a shoulder pat as a token of departure. simon only trails after you, watching as you walk into your shared room.
he watches as you open drawers, close them, and walk around. then you opened your.. "sexy time" drawer and Simon watched you with an unreadable look on his face. something mixed in those beautiful choccy browns that you could never name.
of course, you were none the wiser, looking at all your "toys" before closing the drawer and messing with the things on your night stand. odd little thing, simon thinks you are, but he likes odd things.
you randomly decide to leave and go to the kitchen, simon in tow as always. It's like that phone call hit the productive switch in you because now your starting to prep dinner. simon just wordlessly helps you as you pull out pots and pans and the ingredients you need for dinner.
eventually your phone call ends and now you're just prepping dinner. you look up at simon with a raised brow, "why were you following me?" you ask, amused as your husband looks down at you with a blank expression.
"gotta keep my birdie safe."
"simon, we're at home."
"boogie man's home too."
sorry it was kinda shitty, idk how to write
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