your back was turned towards him. it was bare since simon liked to sleep skin to skin. he loved the way your warm skin felt on his. it was a comfort he never knew he needed.
simon felt a bit lonely in bed, even though you were right there. he rolled over to you, hands running over your sides. you woke, mumbling words he couldn’t comprehend. instead, he just pulled you impossibly close.
"too far, dove," he muttered, voice rough but with a hint of softness.
his hands roamed your tummy, making their way up to your ribs and back down. his hands were rough, but the warmth made them feel better.
"need ya close," he whispered against the crown of your ear. he placed a small kiss behind your ear, lips trailing down to your shoulder.
he left out a soft sigh and nuzzled into your neck. his thumb caressed your tummy softly, while he pressed more kisses on your skin. he wrapped his leg over your hips and pulled you even closer, almost trying to meld you into him.
you felt his muscles relax as he found comfort in you. it didn't take long for his breathing to start slowing down, as he fell asleep against your shoulder.
simon 'ghost' riley x reader ⸝⸝ navigation
୨୧ tags : fluff, smut
୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : headcannons about chubby reader x simon riley!!
To everyone who thinks Simon ‘ghost’ Riley would have a chubby/fat partner. You are spot on, ive thought about this for as long as ive seen ghost and he for sure would.
The comfort that he can do whatever and you will not snap in two just makes him feel alive. With anyone he's been with - any height, body type. Anything. You're the only one who he loves most and God, your body is one of the best things!
He loves to grip onto you, your hips, thighs. Anything he can hold and squeeze without it hurting. Your thick thighs moving around the house could make a man levitate. So fucking hot. Your thighs that flow around the couch when you sit could make him cum on the spot. He loves thick, massive thighs. Needs something to sleep on and they do the trick. The most comfortable night's sleep he's ever had honestly.
Your arse is bigger though, the round plump shape that shakes when he slaps it. Each and everything you bend over his hand connects with your bum, ripples dancing along the fat as you spin around and glare him in the eyes.
"Oi"
"couldn't help it, sorry dove” his stupid smirk soon followed.
He felt powerful. No, he feels invisible when he picks you up, showing off how fucking strong he is. He does it a few times a week at least, he knows he likes it and he knows you do too. You both love it, both knowing you are just a feather to him. Hardly anything worth straining over.
If you are insecure, be prepared for the amount of:
Compliments
Ego booting
Telling off (sorta)
Showing off
Touching
cause theres a lot. His compliments ranged from fluffy stuff to the naughty, wet pussy compliments. The kind of stuff that would get you squirming in your seat, legs closed trying not to let the moist out from your dirty cunt.
"Fucking hell, look at this gorgeous ass body. wann’ just bend you over and show how much I love your thick ass.” He would groan.
When trying on an outfit, then wondering ‘do I look massive?’ almost makes him teleport to you. Your trying on a sexy little piece. One you wouldn't normally wear. When he passes you, his eyes instantly spot your thighs, the soft skin glowing under the dress, then your bum (obviously) then your gorgeous hair. He could practically radiate your bad thoughts.
"God, that looks so good on you, so so pretty. You wearing it anywhere? Well other than with me to bed.” Another smirk. You roll your eyes, you always do to his ridiculous lines like that.
Just on the couch, you're wearing something completely different from normal. Most days you were just comfortable in your underwear or just one of his shirts but today? Today you were in a baggy hoodie and joggers that float around your body, the once flesh now just a sag of material. He knew something was off.
“Dove? What are you wearing?” his eyebrows shoving up to almost his hairline.
"something comfy” your faux smile after just hitting him in the head with what was wrong. Your lies were outrageous and he knew whenever something was going on.
"don't give me that, your body is fucking gorgeous!” He sits next to you and wraps his arm around you which shoves you into his chest. "You shouldn't think anything negative about it. Id just have to prove how fucking beautiful you are” a blush spread across your cheeks. Remembering the last incident when he ‘proved it’.
Out at a bar again, you're too hammered. Way too drunk. You had promised you wouldn't that much because it was a little meeting up with his team. His team loved you, all of them. Price treated you as if you were one of them, Soap loved to come round to yours at least once every few months to try your delicious cooking and Gaz loved how you dress, you two would talk about it and pick out orders from fashion brands together. But anyway! You are outrageously drunk. wankered. Barley able to stand up thats when your truck like boyfriend comes to the rescue. Picking you up and shoving your short little skirt down so you dont flash anything thats his. Clearly flexing his muscles as he does so, showing everyone how built and strong he is.
“time for home love, let's get you sober up hm?”
His arm warped around your waist when he saw you cooking, softly patting your belly and his hand moving down your pants. You sequel "Simon! "I am cooking!” your words really pronounced. It doesn't really look like he cares though with how he carries on. His fingers play with the seams of your underwear before slipping into them, touching your clit slightly. "I need to make your- fuck!” moan as he taps into it hardly. His free hand grabs onto your left boob and squeezes the fat. Your nipples pop through the middle of his fingers when he rubs them in between. You scream out. The sensation of both his hands working at you could just make you feel the orgasm pushing out.
"Recken you could focus on cooking? Divint want burnt food dove” his lips brought to your neck and pecks a soft kiss there. His smug grin could be felt. Dick.
All the sensitivity is working up and creating loud moans and high pitched whines. Your eyes roll back for a second before you focus back on the food, trying not to let it burn. Flipping it over and gribbing his hand from over the fabric. Pushing his fingers onto it more which makes yet another mewl. “dirty little thing, ain't it?” he taps it a few times. Like a pat you give your mate before leaving. And with that he removes himself from the sticky situation. Plopping himself onto the couch, ready for dinner and hoping for dessert.
pairing *ೃ༄ simon "ghost" riley / fem therapist reader
cw *ೃ༄ mentions of injury, depictions of social anxiety
summary *ೃ༄ with the burden of job-related stress weighing on your back, you decide to unwind at a local pub. yet instead of relaxation, you find out that your neighbor is none other than Simon RIley, a member of the military. after making the decision to clumsily ask him to have tea with you after an embarrassing first impression, you find that underneath Simon Riley's hardened, stone-cold façade, is a man who desperately seeks an end to the turmoil that plagues him.
note *ೃ༄ uploading this after sleep token's release of damocles obliterated me, enjoy ! ( comment if you'd like to be added to the taglist ! )
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You were never much of a sleeper.
Subtle blue rays of early sunlight peeked in through the blinds on the sliding doors near your bed. The mattress was comfortable but nothing could save you from the habit of rising at the crack of dawn. After staying in your bed with your eyes closed, waiting to get the motivation to fully wake up, you got up and trudged towards the balcony. The metal of the sliding doors felt icy, the mahogany floorboards felt even colder under the bare skin of your feet.
Despite this, the wind felt fresh on your face as soon as you stepped out onto the balcony and bathed in the rays of the rising sun. You stretched your arms over your head and let out a content sigh. London was full of tall buildings and while it wasn’t all lit up since it was still very early in the morning, the blue tinted scenery was still nice to look at. It was a Saturday today which meant you wouldn’t have work today, thankfully. Now that you remembered, your boss had asked you to take about two weeks off after what happened.
You should probably re-bandage your arm now that you’re thinking about it.
Anyway, you retreated inside your home and began your day. The water droplets that fell from the showerhead were more than soothing, despite that, it still stung when the water washed over the wound on your arm.
It was a stupid mistake to be blindsided by a client in that way, you should’ve known better; should’ve seen the signs.
With a heavy sigh, you made your way out of the shower and into the kitchen after getting dressed. You were going to make yourself a cup of coffee but decided instead to go to the local cafe down the street. After all, you had way more time on your hands than you knew to do with. With your keys in your pocket and your small box of toothpicks in your coat pocket, you ventured out of the door. As you locked it, your vision drifted to the door next to yours.
Your neighbor's door.
It suddenly hit you that you had made quite the impression the day before. “Should i..” you muttered to yourself, wondering if you should treat the man to a cup of coffee as a sort of apology for last night. As soon as the lock on your door clicked, you slowly walked up to his door. It felt rather intimidating but you’d already made your mind up — He’d probably end up declining anyway, you reasoned. Just as you were about to deliver a firm knock on his door, it swung open, making your hand freeze in mid-air.
You could see your neighbor’s creased eyebrows and the confused look in his eyes, the surgical mask he wore hid the rest of his face though. He was taller than he seemed last night, you guessed that maybe it was because you’d only seen him from afar that time. You stepped back from the front of the door, realizing that you’d somehow managed to make it awkward yet again. All these years and yet you still had problems with simple social interaction.
It almost made you feel pathetic. Almost.
“Good morning,” You began after clearing your throat, “-Uhm, I’m _____, I live next door. I know I probably caused you some trouble last night so.. I was wondering if you’d like to have a cup of coffee or tea — whatever you prefer — as an apology for last night?” A sheepish smile graced your lips as a silence settled between the two of you. You offered your hand for a handshake, which he returned after a few seconds. His hand was large ang calloused, definitely not the work of an office job.
The crease in between his eyebrows was gone, more relaxed from what you could tell — but he had yet to say a word. Finally, after what felt like a grueling pair of seconds, your neighbor spoke. “Simon. As for last night, you don’t need to do tha’.” His accent was thick, his response clipped.
“Are you sure?” You smiled, satisfied that you were right about him declining your offer. It was probably selfish of you but you weren’t prepared for the anxiety of going out today anyway. On top of that, what if you ended up being awkward as hell — as you usually were — in front of him? He’d probably think you were weird and then you’d never be able to show your face again.
He seemed to be considering your offer for a moment — which frankly made you a tad nervous because what if he accepted your offer? A sigh came from his lips before he replied, “I’m busy today. Wha’ about this Friday?”
Your heart stopped.
If you said ‘no’ it’d make it complicated and you’d probably look like an ass for it, but if you said ‘yes’ you’d have the displeasure of not knowing what to say to him or even how to start a conversation with him. . . The anxiety was eating you alive in those three mere seconds. “Sure. What time?” The words were rushed, you were surprised you didn’t trip over your own tongue. You tended to do that when your mind ran faster than your mouth could keep up with.
“Does 2pm work for you?”
“Yeah.” you answered with a slow nod. “That would be great.”
With that, Simon gave you a curt nod. You bid him farewell and continued on your way to the local cafe, the memory of the interaction replaying in your mind at least a hundred times until you entered the warm ambience of the cafe. The glossy floorboards and aroma of coffee beans in the air brought you a sense of comfort — which you needed after that awkward interaction. You already had a toothpick in your mouth by the time it was your turn to order.
“The usual caramel latte, Miss ______?”
“What?” You looked at the young man confusedly, as if he’d grown two heads.
The young man at the register, his name-tag read ‘Eliah’, only chuckled and offered a smile to you. “Sorry, it’s just- you always order the same thing. Sorry if that was weird..” he sheepishly apologized. Did you make him feel like that? Oh lord.
You shook your head, “Oh, it’s not weird at all, don’t worry. I was just lost in thought so it caught me off guard.”
“So.. A Caramel Latte?” Eliah smirked. Your social nervousness seemed to amuse him, not that you cared all that much. It was just something embarrassing you couldn’t fix about yourself. No amount of trying in your thirty-five years of life would fix that.
“Yeah, please.” you dug into your pocket and slipped your debit card from your wallet, fidgeting with it before swiping it through the card reader and punching in your pin number. It was only the start of the day and yet you already felt drained. Human interaction shouldn’t be this stressful — or troublesome, as you like to call it. It was almost ironic since your expertise involved reading people and analyzing them through their behavior.
But you digress.
As you went to sit at your usual table near the window, you pulled up the calendar app on your phone and made a reminder for this coming Friday. As you sat there waiting for your coffee, the interaction played in your head like a movie. Simon was a tall and built man; he was also dressed in active wear when he had opened the door. You concluded that he liked to stay fit — as most men do. The mask made you come up with the notion that he was either sick or he was hiding his face — the lower part anyway.
You relentlessly searched for anything that would give you something to talk about when you met him this Friday. If you just sat with him in silence, you swore you were going to feel like crawling into a hole and never coming out. The anxiety alone would eat you alive. You had the ability to make it seem like you were calm when you were freaking out underneath the surface — it didn’t make your social anxiety go away but it sure as hell lessened the added stress of making a situation awkward when you acted like you had no anxiety at all.
Your thoughts drifted from your neighbor to the new bandages around your arm. It would probably take about two to three weeks for it to heal properly, it still had stitches which helped but didn’t keep it from hurting. The injury would probably leave a scar. The only good thing was that it would also serve as a reminder to never underestimate the creativity of a criminal — especially one with an antisocial personality disorder.
“Caramel Latte for .. _____?”
Your train of thought derailed as soon as your name was called. You retrieved your coffee from the counter and thanked the barista before leaving.
Work was off the table these next two weeks but you had an inkling that it would still be an eventful couple of days.
PLS PLS PLS make a short story about a sick fem reader who didn’t tell ghost they weren’t feeling well and then he goes to see them after deployment and notices their sick and gets all worried about them?!?!?!?!?!? Because it’s so hot when MEN TAKE CARE OF ME BRUH
"Pamper my princess" Ghost x fem!reader
genre ✩ fluff n some implied steam !
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His hands are warm as they caress your head, gently stroking your hair as you chug the water he gave you to chase your coughing medicine with. All day he's been pestering you with soups and pills and medicines despite your constant fussing and reassurances that you're fine. You haven’t left his sight since he came home from a six day mission to find you almost knocked out and so sick. But you could complain less, having been wrapped up in his strong arms almost all evening in his attempts to keep you warm.
You’re cuddled up on the couch under several thick blankets, finally having moved from the bed which you have been bound to for the last four days without his help. Your hand trembles slightly when you put the glass of water on the little table in front of you, laying your heavy head back against Ghost's firm, sweater clad chest.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” His voice is laced with worry, thick eyebrows furrowing as he stops stroking your hair for a second. You look up at him, snuggling closer to hide the blush creeping up your face. Your voice is weak and raspy as you speak, vocal chords swollen and worn out from your sickness.
“Didn’t w’nna worry you y’know? I know you’ve been strugglin’ with work ‘n all.. I didn’t w’nna put ‘ny extr-” Ghost placed his large palm over your mouth, frowning at your exhausted mumbling.
“Why would you think like that? You know I always have time for you. Fuck, you always have me so worried baby, why didn’t you call me? You could’ve- no, should've, called me. Texted me, even sent someone to tell me.” he rambles, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders and pulling you in closer to him, trying to heat you up.“You have a raging fever and a severe cough and you think it's a good idea to keep it from me? Stupid girl.”
“Sorry ‘Mon..” One of his hands goes back to stroking your hair again as he places a kiss on your head.
“It better not happen again, I can’t have you keeping such important things from me. I was away, thinking you were completely healthy and safe at home, but when I return I find my girl all pale and ill.” His tone is gentle and caring, though he shakes his head disapprovingly as you peek up at him with dazed and half-lidded eyes.
But his face suddenly heats up as your eyes meet his. He shifts in his seat, adjusting his position several times before carefully letting go of you and getting up, despite your whined protests.
“Sorry baby, I jus’.. I have t’ go t’ the bathroom, I gotta fix s’mthin’.. I'll be back in a moment..” He mumbles before walking away to your bedroom and closing the door. Your eyes follow him, puzzled as to why he went in there, because you don’t remember ever having a bathroom connected to your bedroom.
note: eek im so nervous about this one, I haven't done requests in a looong time and i completely forgot how frightening it is. I hope you liked it, or at least didn't hate it!! x ♡
how would ghost react to his love saying their safe word during a fuck?
i think he’d kinda panic.
cos the last thing he’d ever want is for you to be scared of him the same way he’s been made to feel scared in the past ?? and like, he’s already reluctant to really go hard on you during sex bc he’s aware of his own strength and how much bigger than you he is — so when you grip his bicep, yelping out the safe word he’s kinda like shit, yk?
he holds you afterwards, and he’s all silent bc he wants to wallow in anger at himself for not watching your reactions close enough but he knows he should probably talk, comfort you, or else you’re gonna feel guilty. so that’s what he does, eventually heaving out a long exhale as he scoops you into his arms easily, being extra careful with you as if you’re made of glass. “alright doll, tha’s it let it out.” he gently presses your cheek to his chest when you let out a few hiccupy sobs. “did well f’me. so well. m’sorry i let it go that far, yeah? don’t wanna hurt ya. ever.”
Hello! :)) if it is no trouble, can I ask for a lil drable of Simon and his gf? I was thinking of them having this little competition where Y/n keeps trying to find strong lipstick that will not fade and Simon keeps trying to fade that lipstick with his kisses :)) thank you if you write this one! :))
lipstick kisses.
a/n: sorry for being so inactive - i'm super sick rn :( but thank u so much for this request as it motivated me to write something new!! i hope u enjoy ♡ (180 words)
“simon, stoppp~” you giggled, playfully pushing your boyfriend away by pressing your palm on his chest, “you keep smudging it.”
it must have been the 5th time you’d touched up your lips with your new shade of lipstick because simon wouldn’t stop kissing you. you thought you’d finally managed to find one that would hold up against his kiss attacks - the shiny “long lasting wear” printed along the side of the tube glinting at you as you applied more - but alas, it was not simon-proof.
you looked up into the mirror of your vanity, eyes shifting focus from your lips to simon’s now bright red ones in the reflection.
“but lovie, it makes your lips s’pretty.” he said, his vision focused on you, oblivious to his new look.
“it makes yours look pretty too, si” you laughed, looking back down at your lips.
when he realised, his cheeks turned the same colour as the lipstick, rushing to the bathroom sink to desperately try to wipe the colour away from his face before it stained.
it may not be simon-proof, but it is simon-repellent.
✦ about: simon was back from his mission with one purpose on his mind, you :D
✦ content: soft!simon, fluff, slight nsfw themes, make outs, established relationship, little anxiety, cuddles
✦ a.n: somehow seeing that ghost cosplay irl today gave a sudden burst of inspiration, INEEDTHATMAN
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today was a very tiring work day, having to write a full written document of what was spoken in yesterday’s meeting was not tiring, but boring.
re listening the conversations at least 5x trying to understand what they where saying, sometimes the british folks in here tended to speak a bit fast, making it hard for you to understand whatever the heck they were discussing!
you could say, ever since simon left for that mission, you’ve been like a lost puppy around base. you’ve been used to just do everything with him next to you.
every time you sat down to work, there he was, by your side—sometimes even on his lap, your favorite place. his fingers would playfully trace patterns on your stomach, occasionally grabbing at the adorable rolls or gently pulling you closer, resting his face on your shoulder just watching whatever you were doing, sometimes even helping you when you were stressed or tired
it was like a sweet distraction, and his touch was nothing short of heavenly. his hands seemed to know the perfect spots, making every moment a delightful pause in your routine.
but now, you found yourself buried under the weight of the workload, yearning for the comforting touch that once turned mundane hours into blissful interludes.
the room echoed with the ticking of the clock, each passing second amplifying the anxiety that clung to your shoulders. the playful distractions had faded, replaced by a pressing realization that this night would be a lonely one.
you wanted to sleep, to escape the mounting pressure, but the looming uncertainty about simon’s return kept you on edge. the ache of not knowing when simon would be back or if he was okay gnawed at your nerves, pushing you to the brink of a nervous breakdown.
you craved his return more than ever. and simon was no different than you.
the separation, now stretching into a month, had carved an ache in his heart. each passing day fueled his anticipation, and the nights without you felt longer than ever. the need to have you back in his arms, to feel the warmth of your presence, became an insatiable craving.
now, on the plane back, he could almost taste the reunion. the hum of the engines seemed to sync with the rhythm of his heartbeat, both propelling him towards the destination that held the promise of your embrace.
his mind was a whirlwind of images – the way you'd smile when he surprised you, the laughter that echoed in shared spaces, and the softness of your presence as you slept in his arms.
as the plane carried him closer to you, his eagerness reached a crescendo. he was ready to step off that plane and into the warmth of your world, to wrap you in his arms and just keep you there forever.
and it almost seemed like that was about to become true. simon was out of the plane in an instant, the cold hitting his face but he didn’t care one bit, he just cared about finding you.
he just got rid of the big cold jacket and his vest, not wanting any barriers when he finally felt you again, went straight to your room. it was late already, close to midnight, you’d probably be sleeping he thought!
but it was quite the contrary, you were about to cry, it was the 10th time you heard this small 5 second fragment, and you couldn’t understand a shit, it was like he was speaking a whole other language, enough to make you frustrated.
you were on your desk, knees close your chest, head on top of your knees, and your index finger just clicking and clicking again everytime the audio stopped. it was making you mad.
two minutes later you just couldn’t anymore, your mind was overthinking about simon, simon and simon. gasping for breath, you needed fresh air, your feet carrying you to the backyards, a retreat from the suffocating walls. the chill in the air bit through, but the warmth of your fluffy sweatshirt provided a comforting shield.
meanwhile, Simon, nearing your hallway, was jarred by the abrupt slam of a door. curiosity knitted into his features as he wondered about the disturbance at such an hour. time seemed to pause when he turned the corner, catching sight of you. your world hanging on the precipice of a breakdown, weariness etched on your face as your gaze lingered on the ground.
unbeknownst to you, simon punctuated his steps more, you, lost in the swirl of your own emotions, remained oblivious until the familiar cadence of footsteps broke through your solitude. at the speed of light, your eyes flickered up, and there he was – your simon, making his way toward you.
"simon" you breathed out, a soft whisper escaping your lips. the astonishment painted across your face mirrored the surge of emotions within.
the uncertainty of when he would return made the sight of him standing before you, muscles defined beneath a black sweatshirt, feel like a dream. as you sprang running toward him, the anticipation built, and the tears you hadn't realized were brimming spilled over.
without a second thought, you dashed towards him, his arms already open wide for you. as your arms wound around he whispered “my love” in a voice so relieved that it melted away the distance and uncertainty.
as your faces drew near, his breath whispered against your hair, a whisper of promises and unwavering devotion.
“i missed you so so much lovie” said simon while hugging your head even closer to him. his voice sounded so soft it was even unreal to him.
his hands traced soothing circles on your back, a gesture so familiar and comforting. it was as if he was trying to convey all the love that words couldn’t capture.
but simon wanted more. he effortlessly lifted you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. the world blurred as he spun you around, a gesture that felt like a dance in the moonlit night. his arms, a fortress of warmth, held you securely.
simon pressed you against him, his heart beating in tandem with yours. the fabric of your hoodie pressed against his sweatshirt, and the chill in the air was forgotten in the warmth of shared laughter.
as if memory muscle, your hands instinctively went to his balaclava, pulling it to the middle of his face, the familiarity of his lips, so soft and kissable, now revealed, made your heart swell.
without hesitation, you kissed him, pouring all the longing and joy of the past month into that single moment. it was a kiss filled with the weight of separation and the relief of reunion. his lips met yours in perfect harmony, and the world seemed to pause, allowing this shared ecstasy to unfold.
simon, in that moment, became not just a figure of your imagination during the lonely nights but a tangible reality, warm and alive.
in response to your passionate embrace, simon deepened the kiss, pulling you even closer as if trying to defy the very forces that separated you. his lips melded with yours, making all kind of noises of appreciation, of being back with you, making you even more needy to be near him.
he missed you as much as you missed him.
“i missed you so much simon” simon could hear the agitation from your voice. he knew you’d be having very heavy work this week, you had a very important meeting, a very important step in your career. yet simon couldn’t help but feel disappointed for not being there.
“i’m so sorry i wasn’t there love” “don’t you worry about that simon” you said looking him straight to his eyes “all i care is that you’re here now” he saw you smile, the smile that made him all warm inside, the smile he absolutely loved seeing every morning.
“how about we take a shower big guy” simon just laughed, he came straight to see you he forgot he did just came in fact from the dessert, probably stinking.
the shower was filled with love, your hands expertly massaging tender spots on his back making simon groan from satisfaction. washing his hair, his face, his arms, all of him, every now and then just you clinging onto him to hug him for a few minutes. he was here again with you.
you two were basically one in that shower, not a small space in between you.
simon kept turning you over to help you “clean” yourself, but that just meant him just massaging your breasts, waist, bum, basically all the things he absolutely loved holding on to when you were distracted. and you laughing at him “you’re getting distracted again” “i’m sorry i just can’t deny them attention” you just rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny how much you loved the attention you were receiving hehe.
after cleaning up, simon changed into the hoodie you absolutely adored, and laid in bed waiting for you. he saw all your work piled up on your desk, clearly seeing the stress you were going through moments before he found you.
as you went outside the bathroom, you saw simon, literally waiting for you, patting his chest. your second favorite place. smiling you reached to his side, cuddling next to him, clinging like a koala, your leg on top of his hip, hands on his neck, the other under his back hair, just playing with it, making simon shiver once again from satisfaction.
"how was the dessert?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued about simon’s experience in a place you've never been, let alone lived in for a month. his voice, deep and resonant, rumbled like an earthquake, making you giggle.
"ugly as hell" came his reply, and you couldn't help but laugh at the honesty. "what do you mean? didn’t you see any camels?" you added playfully.
simon chuckled, his laughter carrying a hint of amusement. "oh, plenty of camels. i even tried to have a conversation with one, but they're not great at small talk."
you couldn't help but snicker at the mental image of simon engaged in a one-sided chat with a camel in the vast desert. the quirky exchange became a moment of shared laughter, turning the conversation about a "dessert" into a sweet and funny memory.
along the conversation, you shifted positions, now lying on your side, and simon followed suit. the moonlight painted the room in a gentle glow as simon’s fingers delicately played with strands of your hair. you were pressed against his chest, your leg draped over his hip, creating a cozy tableau that felt like a warm hug.
with a softness in his voice, simon began lulling you to sleep with tales of the mission. each word was a whispered melody, painting vivid pictures of his adventures that unfolded in the vast desert.
"imagine this," he began, his voice a blend of playfulness and warmth, "a camel giving me side-eye because I accidentally interrupted its afternoon siesta. i swear, I've never seen such a judgmental camel."
you couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image, feeling the vibrations of your laughter against simon’s chest. his tales continued, each one sprinkled with his unique sense of humor.
as his hands gently massaged your hips and traveled up to your chest, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of cuteness wash over you. the tenderness in his touch was a language of its own, expressing care and affection without uttering a word.
you found yourself in a dreamlike state, murmuring sweet nothings and declarations of love. "i love your hands" you blabbered, a smile playing on your lips as simon’s warmth enveloped you.
his heart swelled with affection, seeing your drowsy contentment. he absolutely loved how affectionate you became when you were sleepy.
simon, feeling the warmth of your love, whispered, "and you don't know how much I love you." the words lingered in the air, a sweet promise exchanged in the quiet of the night.
as sleep claimed you, simon held you close, savoring the precious moment of having you in his arms again. he slept like a baby, content in the embrace of love that had transcended the distance of a month, finding solace in the shared dreams and whispered affirmations that filled the night.
he felt complete again ♡
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i live for soft simon 🥲 wishing i was reader rn, anyway!
you felt simon pull your legs apart, slotting himself right between them. his face pressed against your stomach, his hands reaching for yours and putting them in his hair.
you chuckled softly, the sound filling the quiet room. your fingers ran through simons hair slowly, massaging his scalp softly. he hummed quietly, pressing his face even more into your stomach.
it wasnt long before he pushed your shirt up and pressed his warm cheek against your skin. simon loved being skin to skin, it always felt more intimate, more bonding. (he always called it bonding time)
he pressed his lips on your stomach softly, leaving a very delicate kiss on your skin. you felt his nose brush your skin when he smiled. he kissed your stomach softly, each kiss meaning more and more.
he doesnt look up until he's finished kissing all over your stomach, leaving no spot without his kiss. his eyes met yours and you can see the love he holds for you.
even though he might not say much, you know you mean the world to him. and he means the world to you too.
