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Your Teacher
Older! Ghost x younger! Reader
Word count: 3216
Estimated read time: 13 minutes
Tw: cheating, smut, legal! age gap (reader is 22/24ish Simon is 40 something), mention of abusive behavior, mentions of good girl and princess, reader is kinda a virgin, tattooed and peirced Simon. Size difference. Lowkey breeding, manipulation, stalking.
Cheating fic!
Based off the song yo soy tu maestro. 😌
A/N: you’ll have to pry pierced and fully tattooed Simon from my cold dead hands!!!! Enjoy! Feel free to translate the lyrics to the song if you aren’t a Spanish speaker. It won’t make you understand it less or more. It’s just a good song lol
He fucking hated it.
Seeing you with that asshole.
Smiling and laughing like nothing was wrong.
Everything was fucking wrong!!!
He had you and you chose him?
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It was raining tonight. Dark and miserable. Simon just wanted to get home. When he caught you from the corner of his eye.
A pretty young thing. Shaking. Whether from the cold or the big globing tears falling down your face he couldn’t discern.
He groans, knowing that the right thing to do would be to check on you. His big footsteps fall before you. Thinking it was your boyfriend finally checking up on you, you look up. Only for a yelp to escape your throat.
For someone so big he was so fucking quiet!
“Sorry love, didn’ mean te scare ye” he says flatly. If he was anyone else you’d think it was sarcasm, but for some reason this mystery man sounded so sincere in his flatness. How odd.
You sniffle. Wiping your nose on your sleeve. “No it’s fine I’m just a little jumpy tonight” you sigh inwardly. You know that if Derrick wasn’t coming down for you by now. He wasn’t ever going to.
Simon stood there. Looking at you as you ran through all your thoughts before making a move to sit.
You admit you weren’t expecting it. But for some odd reason. Even though it was late, and dark and you were all alone. You’ve never felt safer with a stranger. God you needed therapy.
You can’t quite remember who started the small talk but it went relatively smoothly. You found out he was in the military. He wasn’t specific but it was something. And he found out you were a student. Just on course to get your degree.
Interesting.
That’s when the real conversation started. Why were you out here, alone and wet.
You were honest. No reason to not be. Derrick was your very first boyfriend ever and even you knew he was a relatively shit one.
He was violent. Lazy, emotionally immature, manipulative and over all just kind of a dick.
While Simon listens he keeps his eyes scanning you. Taking note of your curves. Your pretty face. Your hair that’s all frizzy from the rain. You’re a little young but exactly his type.
Sometime between when he stopped listening and started fantasizing about you underneath him you started to cry.
He puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. Tender. Loving. (Misleading)
“My flat is just around the corner. You can stay at mine.”
In every other fucking universe where you hadn’t lost your mind you would have said no to going to some random guys house. Who the fuck were you. You were a normal and sane woman.
These were all the thoughts going through your head as you walked alongside him. Buzzing with anxiety.
But all those thoughts cleared when he smiled at you. You couldn’t really see it over his mask but the softness reached his eyes.
He seemed safe enough. There was something so familiar about him that you really couldn’t ignore. You got a really good look at him while you walked. He was fuckin huge in every sense of the word. Tall. Built as fuck. And even his smell stood out in a really good way. He was a gentleman too. Applied the sidewalk rule and whenever there wasn’t an awning from a building he sheilded your face from the rain with his arm. Maybe this was a good thing.
His apartment was warm and cozy. Not super well lived in so all his furniture was like new. But it smelled like tea and cigarettes. Kinda like a grandma's house but more masculine. He led you to the couch and gave you the remote to the tv before offering to make you tea or coffee while he shed his mask.
You see that one of your absolute favorite movies is on right now so that’s a no brainer. He hands you your tea and sits beside you, asking what the movie is about.
He sees you shaking about 10 minutes in. Your tea is warm and so is the house but your clothes are still wet. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking if you’d like to change so he grabs the blanket beside him and covers the both of you.
You smile to yourself with appreciation. You don’t really realize when, but throughout the course of the movie the two of you get closer and closer. Until you're both snuggled up. You savor his warmth. His smell. It’s all so masculine and homey. You doze away from the movie for a moment just to look at him. His eyes are pretty. The top of his nose has a little notch in it from being broken. And he has little scars scattered throughout his skin. He catches you staring.
Neither of you stop.
Searching each other's eyes. Studying every possible corner of each other's souls without a single word. Then it happens.
You kiss him. Slowly, gentle. The way you kiss something you’re scared will disappear at any moment.
Then he kisses back. Rough and demanding. Like a brick wall. Like hard concrete trying to suffocate you. And you’d gladly let it. His arms wrap around you while you make out. You climb to straddle his lap without even being told? Oh he knew you were gonna be his good girl tonight. Everything intensifies. The kiss. His touch, your grinding. All of it. He fucking loved it. He was hard as a rock. Your hands move from behind his head to the hem of his shirt. Suddenly you were too fucking hot and needed everything off.
He gives an amused chuckle that reverberates through every part of your soul. He obliged you by helping you lift his shirt. Immediately reconnecting at the lips once off. Simon's fingers reach the front of your pants. Wasting no time undoing them. You happily lift your hips to help him but it’s not enough. He can’t get them past your knees. Fuck.
He needs them off! Now!
He flips you to be under him. His knees rubbing all the right spots between your thighs and he strips your pants off. The sound of your little whimpers and shared panting fills the room.
“Please” is all you can get out between kisses. “Simon please.”
Fuck his name was made for your voice. Only your vocal chords were made for his name. Only the soul you put into the word. Only the way you pronounce it. Only you.
“Ohh~ I know lovie” his condescending tone only killed you more.
Simon picks you up with one arm and uses the other to support your ass as he walks you to the bedroom.
He throws you on the bed and the sound and look of him undoing his pants one handed is just about the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. And you see it. Just above his massive dick. “Say please” a small little tattoo. But tells you absolutely everything you need to know. You were so fucked.
You didn’t know how to tell him you were so inexperienced you might as well be a virgin. Derrick was so vanilla in bed you could barely even call it sex!
Simon moves like a ghost. Confident and cold but you could tell in his eyes he’s absolutely feral for you. He strips you completely to match him.
You don’t even register your begging. You’ve never been this horny. If not completely sex drunk you might have cringed at how completely needy you sound. But he loved it.
“Oh, I know lovie but you gotta wait” he s on top. Supporting himself with one arm while he brings his hand to his mouth. Lapping his beautiful pierced tongue at his fingers before moving down. The invasion is quick and utterly perverted. You’d never had this kind of prep before and Simon can see it. It’s obvious that you aren’t exactly kinky. You’re quite shy at basic things.
He’ll just have to teach you.
“Is two fingers okay princess?”
“Fuck yes. Yes yes yes!” You whimper.
He chuckles. “Okay lovie.” Kissing your neck and temples.
He adds another. Then soon after another.
After an excruciating amount of prep he finally sits up and lines it up. The view from under him is amazing. He looks huge, towering over you. Cock in hand, lazily stroking before entering you.
The wet sound at the entrance is nothing short of pornographic. A low groan emerges from Simon’s chest.
“Fuck. Lovie- yer tight.”
He’s so big it hurts a little. You aren’t used to his size at all. Your whining is expected. “Shh- shh, I know baby I’ll be gentle.”
He slowly moves in. Taking a few breaks to let you adjust.
“Is that all?” You groan.
He snorts. “It’s barley half princess”
“Oh fuck” you laugh with no humor.
“Just lay back.”
You do everything just as he says. Such a good listener. He thinks.
Once it’s in he’s absolutely ruthless. His pace is only parallel to a punishment. His Dirty talk would kill a nun. Then bring her back to life.
Only to kill her again.
You can’t take it. His length has made itself known in your lower stomach. You swear you can feel him in your belly button. You’re so small in comparison to him if he fully laid on you, you’d disappear.
He wasn’t usually the type to go after younger girls but he needed you for the rest of his life. The way your slick covered his cock as the thrust directly into your cervix. The way he has you mewling under him.
About 15 minutes in you're trying to push yourself off his cock and crawl away from overstimulation. How cute. Holding onto your hips and pulling you back onto him. “I swear love. If my cock comes out -fuck- of you for even a second, I’ll go another 5 rounds. You won’t get a break till the sun's up.”
You decide to be good and listen to his warning. He smiles at how obedient your being. As a treat for good behavior he takes his hands off your hips and moves them to your tits. They’re perfect to him. Cute nipples and the most perfect size. They deserve all the attention in the world.
He kisses you like a starved man while he teases your nipples so gently. A complete stranger to the brutal pace of his cock pumping in and out of you.
“Fuck Simon don’t stop. Don’t stop, oh my god!”
“I wouldn’t fucking dream of it princess. Come on my cock baby. I know you can.”
You quiver on him. You’re so close. He feels so fucking amazing that you can’t handle it.
“Oh yeah~ good girl jus’ like that baby”
His praise pushes you over the edge. You’ve never once in your life had sex this amazing. Let alone an orgasm this intense.
The way your sex tightens around him makes him buckle. A sharp, low groan escaped his lungs as he thrusted once more. Releasing his cum into you.
Leaving you nice and full exactly how he wanted you.
The two of you huff and pant as he rolls over next to you. Fuck you were totally spent.
He moves to look at you with a totally smug smile. You knew then. That it was just the beginning.
After that night, seeing him was a weekly, at some points daily thing. He made you feel so loved when Derrick didn’t. He took you in when Derrick kicked you out. As sick and twisted as it were. Simon loved knowing he was the “other man”. The better man. The one who saw parts of you that your little boy toy never did.
You felt guilty, sure. Until you found out that Derrick was cheating a few months after Simon.. His camera roll was filled with photos of girls and screenshots of his conversation with them. You even told Simon. He was cheating on you way before you got with Simon.
“I think I’m finally gonna break up with him Si”
He snorted “oh yeah? Ye gonna be all mine now?” He asked smugly.
That sounded like a dream to both of you. Simon was so possessive of you. He wanted you to just leave this guy behind. Be his. Get married. Let him keep you all plump and full of his kids. And you wanted him to keep you. To be loved by a man who saw you.
So you tried. The next morning you were gonna break up with Derrick…. But…. That didn’t happen. Maybe he felt it. Maybe he knew. But he confessed. To everything. The cheating, the lying, even showed you that he cut that girl off because he felt so bad. He apologized for everything, for not loving you right, for being aggressive and lazy. He just wanted your love. He wanted to try again.
Maybe it was the guilt. But you said yes. You agreed to try.
As always. Fate has terrible timing.
You cancelled plans with Simon to spend the time with Derrick. You didn’t tell Simon that of course. But the next morning Simon had a new deployment. He couldn’t tell you anything. How long he’d be gone, where he was going, when he’d be back? Nothing..
So to you it just looked like he disappeared. Like a ghost. Not even his landlord could give you any answers other than “as long as I get the payment he keeps the apartment.
3 months passed. And you slowly grew with Derrick. You got closer, healed.
Slowly Simon left your head. You just accepted that he didn’t want to be the other man and grew. And you couldn’t blame him. But to Simon…
Every waking moment was you. Your face, your smell, your voice.
He couldn’t wait to have you again. So when he got home the first thing he did was call you.
His number on your phone was a scare. You excused yourself from the room filled with Derrick and his friends who were celebrating to take the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey there lovie” his voice was like a dead friend. One you never thought you’d hear again. It wasn’t fair. He left you with nothing, he’s not allowed to come back! not now! Not now of all times! “I’m home from a deployment. Wanna come over and have some fun?” You could hear his smirk though the phone.
You sigh. “No.. no Simon”
He chuckles “why not? The boytoy reserve you for the night” he rolled his eyes.
You just swallow your heart. You can do it. Just say it. “I’m engaged”
…..
“What” his voice is a drop of poison in a restless ocean.
“Derrick proposed 2 nights ago… and I agreed, Simon. I’m getting married….” You swallow. “I love him. I can’t see you anymore.”
“Don’t fuckin’ sa-“….. the line cuts on him as you hang up.
What the fuck…
It wasn’t true. You didn’t love him. You hated him. You couldn’t stand him. You were even gonna break up with him. Simon knew you. You loved Simon so much more. He was your fucking teacher. The king of your bed. He owned your heart. You were just stuck.
And he was gonna take you back.
The next night he sends you a text. “I’ll leave you alone. Just meet me here 📍” sending his location.
It was late and Derrick was asleep and he just wanted to meet at an all night diner. How bad could it be. Maybe yall could get the closure you needed.
You silently threw on a jacket over your pjamas and put on some shoes. You clipped up your hair and went on your way. The drive there was peaceful but full of wild anxiety and insecurity. You haven’t seen him in months.
When you walk in the little bell above the door rings. Alerting only one head to your arrival. A tall masked man. Your masked man. The man who only showed his true self to you. But he wasn’t yours anymore. Derrick was.
You sit across from him. Preemptively defensive. You knew the effect he had on you. And so did he. You had to stand your ground. “What do you want Simon”
“You know what I want”
“Then there’s no need for a conversation… goodnight” you stand just for his arm to catch yours.
As always, you listen to the command his eyes give you. I mean how could you not. They were made for you.
“I know you don’t wanna marry that idiot” he leans back and crosses his arms. Observing every inch of you.
“Then you are uneducated, Simon. I love him.”
“Oh fuck off” he snarls darkly.
“No you fuck off! You don’t get to-“ before you can even get your thought out he has your arm and is dragging you outside into the nearby alley.
The world shakes beneath the force of his body on yours, pinning you to the wall. His breath warms your face. A mix of mint and cigarettes that you didn’t mind.
“What do you want Simon”
“You fucking know what” his accent was heavy and weighing in your lower stomach.
“What do you want me to say Simon! I’m getting married! I love him.”
He scoffs. “Love him? Com’on lovie” he leans in “I am the owner of your bed, I was your teacher, I know every part of your body.”
“That dosnt mean anything Simon”
“Yes it does~” he says smoothly. “You keep telling me you love him just to make me mad, lovie. Just to make me hate you so you can move away from your guilt of having me at the same time. But the more you tell me you love him… the more I love you.”
A blush reaches your cheeks, he’s right. He knows you better than anyone. Of fucking course he’s right. “You have no idea what you’re-“
Simon was breaking a little. Who knows. Maybe you really did love that little shit. But it wouldn’t be long before Simon had you back.
“Just because he had you first does not mean I won’t have you in the end lovie..”
“Simon just stop!” You begin to feel the tears run down your cheeks as you wiggle out of his caging arms. “Just leave me alone!” You shout as you run to your car and speed home.
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That’s the last time you spoke to Simon. But sometimes you’d catch the lingering of a ghost from the side of your eye. to be honest your heart missed him. Your body missed him. But you’d built your whole life around your fiancé. You were in too deep to back out now.
Sometimes the guilt ate at you though. You felt like you could feel Simon when he wasn’t around. Like his eyes were watching you. It was totally creepy.
He never did tell you about what he did in the military.
Simon had his eyes on you.
Everytime you held Derrick's hand Simon’s teeth would clench. Simon already knew who the better of the two was. He just needed you to see it too…
Thank you all for reading! Let me know if you’d like a part 2 to this! I hope you have a Good morning, good evening, and goodnight ❤️
Done in collaboration with @ghoulishhone for the GhostSoap Reverse Bang Valentine's day event!:) They wrote an accompanying fic which you can read here too! It's amazing!! 🥺
Thanks again for working on this with me, you were a great collab partner 🙌 hope you guys enjoy! Take this very flustered Ghost being held hehe
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/ˈ𝗋𝖾𝗏ə𝗇ə𝗇𝗍,ˌ𝗋𝖾𝗏əˈ𝗇ä𝗇𝗍/
noun
a person who has returned, especially supposedly from the dead.
3 months. 17 weeks. 117 days. 2,785 hours. 167,126 minutes. 10,027,587 seconds and counting. That was how long he had been gone. Unaccounted for. MIA. While some may think of his stint to be just that, a stint, it was the way in which he returned that turned heads within the barracks. The silence that trailed with each step draped a thickness in its wake that was all but unnerving, suffocating. Iron, petrichor, hemoglobin and rot littered any scent profile that those had came to know him from, and by the looks of his gear? It had been put to ample use. Beyond that in some cases. You don't get to die and come back reborn the same. You come back. But you come back wrong. This is the price for resurrection.
Hello hello everyone. I hope you have all been doing well. My Ghost muse is back, and stronger than ever. Thought it would be best to shake things up, and work on some asks that would go hand in hand with this new venture into Ghost's return. Buckle up for some angst, hurt comfort and all that jazz.
my take on simon riley :P
Take Me Home
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader OC
Summary: You take Simon Riley out on your first date together.
Warnings: NSFW, sexual themes, nudity, allusions to a hand job, talks of porn, swearing, not edited.
Authors Note: It’s been forever since I wrote for Simon and Dove but I’m very happy with this one. Still working on Dove and Indy meeting so hopefully one of the two fics will be up next week :)
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Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The cracked screen illuminated the otherwise pitch black room. The blackout curtains were drawn shut and the sound of the overhead fan whirled at full speed. A large hand smacked around the bedside table finally grasping the shattered phone and ignoring the call that was coming through. Soon loud snoring filled the room again just to come to an abrupt stop soon after.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
“Hello?” Simon groaned down the line of his phone.
“Get up, I’m taking you out!” Your cheerful voice was so loud on the other end Simon had to pull his phone away from his ear. He could hardly register what you were saying and decided hanging up would be easier so he could go back to sleep.
You two had recently made up from your first big fight. After his inability to sort through his feelings Simon had driven you away with his calloused words and some shouting. He had said loving you and sleeping with you was a mistake; something he didn’t mean. You had been angrier than he’d ever seen and it took weeks for either of you to reach out to the other. It ended with some groveling on his end and shower sex. Things had gone slow since then because Simon was sent off for another deployment and then so were you but a much shorter one. Finally he had gotten home last night. You only knew this because you ran into Price on base who mentioned Simon was quick to head to his flat as soon as they were back.
Rolling over the mattress moaned under his massive frame and he pulled his blankets up and over his head. His phone buzzed again but he sent the call to voicemail. He was not in the mood to be woken up. Sleep evaded him most nights but especially when deployed. So being in his flat and in his own bed was heaven. His first thought when his boots hit the ground was, sleep. Deep sleep, void of dreams and a desire for the blackness of the back of his eyelids.
“Simon!” A loud bang thundered against his front door along with your pretty voice.
“She’s a fuckin’ pest.” Grunting into his pillow Simon slowly got out of bed.
His muscles ached and bones creaked and cracked. Once his bare feet touched the floor he could feel how incredibly cold his flat was; he had forgotten to turn on the heat. It made him miss the warmth of his bed that was calling him back.
“Simon, c’mon!” The way you whined behind his door only annoyed him further.
Your strength with knocking rivaled his own, reminding him you truly were a force to be recked with even being smaller than him. It made his mind wander to the time you got him in an arm bar and he actually had to tap out. Swinging the door open Simon saw you smiling ear to ear with two to-go coffee cups in either hand.
Your eyes went wide seeing Ghost standing in front of you with a pissed off look. His scary and mean demeanor wasn’t off putting to you, it was actually alluring. What had gotten your attention was the hulking man in front of you was completely naked. His muscles rippled across his body and somehow looked bigger on his tattooed arms. The scar on his abdomen was on full display and there was a smattering of purple and green bruises across his chest and legs. Your eyes wandered down to his large semi hard cock that seemed to twitch under your gaze.
“What if Price was with me?” You whispered eyes fixed on his crotch.
“Nothing he hasn’t seen.” The crude half humored reply made your mouth dry. You never thought you’d be jealous of Captain Price but if he truly did get to see Simon like this often in the locker room he was one lucky man.
“If you’re going to be here you have to put a sock in it.” The words rumbled from deep in his chest; a threat hidden beneath.
Your tongue was incapable of moving, eyes still fixed on Simons now fully hard cock. Clearly it liked the attention as you had gotten the first hand experience of watching it grow and stiffen until it was standing straight up. Or at least it was trying to, his heaviness didn’t allow it to come up and meet Simons chiseled abdomen although it was trying. A tight grip on your elbow finally snapped you out of your dumb struck state as Simon yanked you into his flat. Most would say the force was rough but having been subjected to the military for so long it didn’t phase you.
“Need help-“ You gestured towards Simons crotch but were cut off as the coffees were snatched from your hands and placed on the hutch by the front door.
It all happened fast as you were man handled out of your autum coat and boots, then picked up like a duffle bag. You squealed as your feet left the floor and you were tucked under Simons large beefy arm, facing the opposite direction as him. Your skirt rode up having your white knickers peaking out slightly and Simon didn’t hesitate to leave a searing smack to the exposed flesh as he carried you down the hall and to his bed. You yelped feeling the sting of a handprint left behind.
“Put. Me. Down.” You kicked your feet trying to struggle from the oafs firm hold on you. You pushed against him, wiggled, and even lightly bit his side as a warning.
“I’m going back to sleep and you can scratch my back as a way to say sorry for waking me up.” Before you could protest against Simon you were launched into the air.
A loud gasp left you as you collided with the soft warm mattress you had never laid in. Unable to gather yourself in the pitch black room, you first felt the mattress sink and then felt Simon’s large hands roughly pulling you into his bare chest. The cool air around you seemed to disappear as his warm body enveloped your smaller frame. He hummed seemingly satisfied with himself at getting you into his bed so he could go back to sleep with you in his arms.
“Miss me?” You chuckled. You cuddled into his ripped chest and let him throw his leg over you as if you were a body pillow.
“Shh.” Simon shushed you and focused on falling back asleep.
All you could focus on was his hard on pressed firmly against your thigh and lower abdomen. With a cheeky grin you reached down and gently grasped it and began to stroke. Carefully you listened to Simon, unable to see his face for any sign of disapproval in the darkness. He laid there breathing steadily.
“Clean up the mess when you’re done.” Simons words were sealed with a soft kiss placed to your forehead as he let you jerk him off. You wanted to do this and be the cheeky little minx he loved and you thought he’d sleep better after getting off.
He was not going to complain what so ever. Exhaustion had left his sex drive low but having you in his bed for the first time did something uncontrollable to his body. Simon wanted to tell you he was only hard because it was morning wood so you wouldn’t get all cocky. But the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him was what had done it. His mind wandered to the two times you had given him a blow job and now he was consumed with it. You two were newly sexual so now he was mentally checking off an arbitrary list in his head of the sexual acts you two were working your way through.
“That didn’t take long.” Your sugary voice giggled as Simon silently checked off ‘hand job’ in his head and was fading fast into sleep. Maybe it was good you stopped by because now he was exhausted, satisfied, and no longer lonely. The perfect combination for a deep sleep.
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The sound of crackling bacon was the first thing to stir Simon from sleep, followed by the delicious salty smell. Letting out content hum his eyes fluttered open as he took in the sight of his ceiling fan. You had pulled open his black out curtain allowing sunlight in. The frigid fall air from before had warmed making the old water heater hiss and clang. Although the heat had been turned on it was a different kind of warmth that hung around him. It was the warmth of your vanilla scented perfume in his bedsheets and that coconut lotion you sometimes wore. The warmth of what having you in a home brought and for once it made getting out of bed in this dreary flat seem easy.
Walking out of his bedroom was a large square room. Simons bedroom door led straight into the living room where there was a single recliner and an old tv sat across from it. There was an old faded green leather couch to the left of the matching recliner and a wooden coffee table sat in front. To the right was the kitchen where you happened to be. The fake marble counter tops wrapped around the wall and made a U shape to the peninsula where bar stools sat. And to his left was one more door that was the bathroom.
“Don’t burn the place down.” Simon warned having seen your poor cooking skills.
“No promises.” You turned to look at the beefy man and felt just as dumb struck as you did this morning.
Again he stood in front of you stark naked only now he had a blank expression instead of the mean one from earlier. You had to gulp down the rock in your throat. Being in the presence of such a huge naked man did something to you. Especially knowing what he was capable of doing with those hands and his impossibly large cock. Part of you wanted him to put on clothes so you could start forming full sentences but the view was impeccable from where you were standing.
“Pervert.” Simon mumbled before walking over to his recliner where a pair of sweat pants had been thrown over the back. Slipping them on you ran your eyes down his chiseled back and bare ass but quickly averted your gaze when Simon turned around. You busied yourself and sat the plate of bacon at the bar for him.
“That’s all?” Simons brow furrowed as he saw a simple plate of bacon that was slightly burnt. He was expecting breakfast or a full meal since he was absolutely starving.
“Knew it would get you out of bed so I could drag you out for a proper meal. It’s almost dinner time, you’ve slept through breakfast and lunch.” Your words only made him sigh.
While he slept you had full reign of his flat. It felt strange being here like this. You’d seen it once or twice before but you were under Simons watchful eyes. You didn’t mean to snoop, well you did mean to but you wouldn’t admit to it. Having hours to yourself you poked around his bathroom to see the bare essential. There was a pack of tooth brushes, toothpaste, deodorant, hand soap and a razor. In his shower was a three in one soap which you were going to toss and replace with actual body wash, shampoo, and conditioner next time you visited. There was nothing but ibuprofen and hydrogen peroxide in his medicine cabinet and his first aid kit under the sink was picked clean. Everything was spotlessly clean which you found surprising for a man who lived on his own.
His kitchen was just as lack luster but equally spotless. He had one fork, one spoon, but a plethora of steak knives. He even had a cleaver, chefs knife, fish knife, and an odd looking one you weren’t sure what the purpose was. They were wrapped up making you realize it was a butcher knife set. Simon had two ceramic plates from different sets, four bowls ranging from small to extremely large and his pots and pans were old and heavily used. There was a bottle of what looked to be expensive bourbon in a cabinet with one nice crystal glass.
Simons living room was the most interesting and that wasn’t because of his lack of decor. You had laid on his couch and flipped through the channels before sifting through his DVR. Being such a stoic man you wondered what he watched and you realized it was nothing. He had nothing saved making you think he might just be a rock that transformed into a human being.
You did notice some past porn purchases that you decided to skim through to see his taste. The weirdest yet flattering part was the films he chose to purchase had women who looked a lot like you. It was a boost in confidence in a strange way, it also struck you as odd because; who still bought porn? It made you wonder what was on his laptop, if he had one.
Simon hadn’t noticed you had picked over his apartment because everything was still where it belonged. You were stealthy and you would later be proud he never picked up on your snooping. Meaning you hadn’t left behind a trace which was something to be proud of in its own right.
There was no attempt to ask Simon what he wanted to do on his first day back from deployment. Although he knew you’d call him boring for wanting to sit on the couch, drink bourbon, and watch tv. Normally in his life before having a woman around he’d watch porn for a bit but you’d checked that box within ten minutes of seeing him this morning. Now being fully rested the thought of sex was beginning to creep into his mind but his empty stomach was a much bigger priority.
“Let’s get kebabs.” Simon didn’t ask it was more of a push for something that was a simple walk down the street. It meant he’d get good food and get to lounge back in his recliner with you in his lap and do absolutely nothing for the day. It would be a dream come true.
“Nope. That’s not the plan.” You were smiling up at him so sweetly he was finding it hard to be annoyed at you. Yet he still found the ability to.
“I’m staying in today.” Simon informed you blandly.
“Nope! Go put on something nice. I’ll take you to get a steak. My treat.” You were laying on all the charm you possibly could.
You realized this morning on your way over you and Simon had never truly been on a date. To you it made sense, dates didn’t really seem like his style. That didn’t stop you from wanting to romance him like you thought he deserved. You assumed he hadn’t been wined and dined in years, if ever. So as his, partner? Girlfriend? Lover? Well, as his something you wanted to treat him right. The notion of steak and he didn’t have to pay for it was all Simon needed to hear, he was in.
“Something nice.” Simon parroted the words back to you as he scratched his head looking perplexed.
That’s when he noticed you were in a cute brown long sleeve fall dress and cream colored socks that came up to below your knees. Your hair was done nicely and you wore makeup. He never really saw you wearing makeup because it was unnecessary in the military, but being a civilian suited you better. At least that’s what he thought.
Nodding apprehensively Simon took a piece of bacon with him and walked back into his bedroom. The room consisted of a queen sized bed, a dresser, and one nightstand on his preferred side of sleeping; although he took up the entire bed when he did sleep. Walking over to his closet Simon slid the double doors open and looked over his clothes.
“Something nice.” He repeated to himself.
He didn’t own any nice clothes. Well not nice enough to be standing next to you in that pretty dress with you all dolled up. He’d look like an oaf, a disheveled mess next to someone so put together and beautiful. Simon didn’t even own a pair of slacks or a dress shirt that wasn’t military. Pulling out his only pair of unstained jeans lacking frayed cuffs he swapped them for his sweat pants. Making his way back to his dresser he slipped on a white t-shirt, socks, and then went back for the only expensive piece of clothing he owned. Which was a black leather jacket. Leaving the balaclava behind as when he was home there was no need for it. He didn’t have to hide his face because no one would recognize him either way. He felt like a faceless man shifting through crowds because he was never home long enough to be recognized.
Simon stopped by the bathroom to check his hair which he thought looked fine and didn’t bother shaving the stubble that had slightly grown in. He sighed deeply realizing just how out of his league you were in so many ways. You had a large enough wardrobe to get dressed up, a fully furnished flat, stocked fridge and pantry, hell you even knew your neighbors. Then there was him. The aloof recluse who hadn’t shopped for clothes in years, lived off take away, and scared his neighbors away just by exiting his flat.
His appearance would have to do. This was all he had. So he met back up with you in the kitchen but you weren’t there. You were standing by his front door with knee high brown boots and the plaid mid thigh length coat that hung open. God, Simon found you beautiful and part of him felt bad you would be standing next to ugly old him.
“You look so handsome!” You chimed giddy as ever. You were practically hopping up and down and had lightly clapped your hands at the sight of him.
It took Simon completely off guard and he stared at you blankly. No one called him handsome. He couldn’t remember the last time any one had beside you when he had you on your back in bed. And he thought you were just saying that because you were suppose to while having sex. But the way your eyes sparkled, you looked proud of him somehow. It made a new feeling he didn’t have a name for bloom in his chest. It felt good but in an embarrassing kind of way. Like when your mom leaves you a note in your lunch box saying she loves you but you can’t let any of your friends see it out fear of ridicule.
After sharing how handsome you thought Simon was he stared at you for what you felt was an awkward amount of time. You watched as the gears turned in his head as if he were deciphering something complicated. You glanced down to double check you didn’t have cum on your dress or something from the way he stared through you.
“Don’t be daft.” It was easier to swat the compliment away than analyze why it made his chest tight.
“What? Can’t call you handsome?” You asked, confused if that was something that could upset him.
“Don’t need to tell me what I already know.” The cocky response had you rolling your eyes.
Pretending to be confident in his appearance was easier than telling you he didn’t believe you for a second. Honestly, your comment made Simon relieved that he wasn’t going to look like a fool next to you. From what you said maybe he’d fit in for once and not stand out like a sore thumb. Maybe it wasn’t handsome that you meant to call him but average. And he could be happy with average because then he was something people wouldn’t point and whisper about.
“Okay, I see compliments go straight to that thick head of yours.” Your teasing didn’t seem to phase the man as he laced up his black boots and was ready to go. What got him was you taking your fist and knocking on his skull as he was bent over tying his shoe.
“Yup, empty.” You teased further.
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“That was good.” Simon stated as you two began to walk down the cobblestone street. He stretched his arms back and then rubbed his stomach as if the movement would clear up more room.
You had just treated Simon to an expensive steak dinner and watched in awe as he ate an entire 30oz ribeye, whipped potatoes, greens beans and then finished off your food. He commented he had never been somewhere so nice and you let him know this was one of your favorite spots; so he should get use to it. There was no doubt he had an appetite but you were beginning to have your suspicions. He seemed incapable of leaving food to go to waste. It was almost impulsive that he’d eat everything in front of him, as if he didn’t know where his next meal would come from.
You knew his childhood and adult life were traumatic and he’d lost his whole family but he never mentioned the conditions he grew up in. After seeing his sparse living arrangements with no real touches of himself and now getting him out for a real meal his person screamed impoverished. It made you sad. A nagging thought that he didn’t know or choose nice things because maybe he felt undeserving or didn’t even know where to start. So what you saw as just a sweet dinner was now turning into a determination to knock his socks off.
“I’ll get a cab.” Simon stepped up the the curb but you quickly caught him by the elbow and tugged him back toward you.
“I’m not done with you yet, Riley.” You flirted and started to pull him down the street.
Simon looked at you confused but slightly amused. He was stuffed and ready to go lay down and unbutton his now tight jeans. He wanted to see what you were up to and what a night out looked like for you. That way he could try and become accustom to the way you lived. You shuffled him into different shops but couldn’t get Simon to try on a single thing or more than glance at a shirt you held up to him. It ended up feeling like torture for the both of you. Simon was appeasing you by following you around and you just wanted to get him something nice but he wouldn’t stay still long enough for you to even guess his size. After a bit of bickering you seemed to give up and decided on a different route.
What he wasn’t expecting was to end up at the cinema where you got the fancy reclining seats where you could get drinks served to you throughout the movie. This was a new experience but a nice one. You happily ordered drinks for both of you and even some popcorn to split. Simon couldn’t remember the last time he went to see a movie but getting to make out with you during it was a pleasure.
After that Simon assumed the next stop was home but again he was wrong. You dragged him to some fancy ice cream shop instead of the normal one he would have stopped in. He had internally been wracking up how much money you were spending and it made him sweat a bit. Each time he offered to pay you swatted him away and told him this was your idea so he wasn’t allowed to pay. No way in hell was he going to spend this much money normally, it felt unnatural. But as he ate his overly priced ice cream he had to admit to himself it was better than his local shop.
“Good?” You asked in between bites of your own dessert.
“Damn, good.” Simon confirmed. You two had walked around so much and so far you ended up back near his flat without having to take a taxi.
“Your parents ever take you out for ice cream?” It was a prying question that went straight over Simon’s head.
He had no clue you were trying to spoil him because it was so obvious he’d never been before. For you, you saw the way his eyes became wide at these new found things. There was no smile when he realized his seat reclined back at the cinema or that they brought drinks and snack to you. But there was a content eir about him that with each little gesture you gave him he was getting more and more comfortable.
Simon was so rigid when you first sat down to dinner but by the end of it he seemed to relax exponentially. Then the cinema was amazing because he put the moves on and started by having his arm wrapped around you then soon his tongue down your throat. Finally the ice cream parlor he walked in so casually and knew exactly what he wanted. You jokingly called is death by chocolate and he told you there’s no better way to die.
Simon thought you were going to do all these things today with or without him. You had mentioned you needed a day of pampering but you hated doing it alone. So this is what Simon assumed you meant although it really wasn’t. You’d tried to make this romantic and special for him because it was your first real date together.
“Fuck no.” The thought of his parents made his skin crawl. The times he went out for ice cream was when he saved up enough money for him and his little brother to get the cheapest option at the local shop.
“Cinema?” You asked, tossing your empty paper cup in a near by trash.
“No.” Simon was starting to feel annoyed by your questions. His family was a sore subject and he didn’t appreciate you bringing it up.
“Anyone ever take you out?” The final question had everything falling into place in a snap second.
Take him out? Like a date?
“Is this a date?” Simon blurted out, stopping in his tracks and looking down at you.
You were staring up at him looking utterly offended for some reason. After all your efforts to romance him he didn’t even realize it was a date. You could pull your hair out from how frustrating this man could be at times. What, you just dropped that much money because you felt like it? Well you did. But it was mainly to show him you cherished him and he deserved to be dated. Not just a fuck when you two had time.
“Of course it’s a date. What else would it be?” You were floored he hadn’t realized you took him out on a date. The first thing you said to him on the phone was that you were taking him out today; he couldn’t be that thick.
“I’m suppose to pay for things if it’s a date.” Simon took the last bite of his ice cream before tossing it out and turning back to you.
He looked mad at you for some reason which only ticked you off more. Simon was internally furious he hadn’t put two and two together. He thought today was about what you wanted to do so he happily went along with it. If he knew it was a date, which he doesn’t do, he would have paid for everything. You were his, partner? Girlfriend? Lover? Well, you were something to him and he was the one who should be doing this for you. If he even knew where to start.
“Do you live in the 18th century? Women nowadays can pay for things. Or is my money no good?” Your sarcasm wasn’t appreciated and left Simon feeling emasculated.
“I’m the man.” The argument held no weight to you. In fact it was so outdated you wondered is Simon even believed it. (he didn’t)
“A thick one.” You retorted.
“Better than a sneaky little witch.” Simon shot right back, the conversation developing into child like insults. His response had you laughing in disbelief and the fact he called you ‘sneaky.’
“I don’t think I could’ve been more obvious, Simon. C’mon it’s our first date let’s not get into a pissing contest.” You laughed lightly hoping the mood could shift for him.
You were annoyed in a way but it occurred to you he might have never been dated or treated properly in a relationship. This might be a foreign concept and once he was truly ready to talk about it you would ask him. But for now you would continue to date him because even without a title of what you two were; you were dating in some capacity.
“So this was all for me?” Simon clarified before he spoke as he didn’t want to put his foot in his mouth.
If this is what you wanted as a date he’d be more than willing to take you out and do this every once in a while. You nodded your head waiting for his anger to dissipate. But now he knew it wasn’t for you. You had down this all for him.
“Spoiling me like some child is what you think I want as a date?” It felt wrong to questions you.
Because you had actually hit a bullseye on the perfect first date for Simon. He didn’t even know this was what he wanted until the realization you had catered to him all day sunk in. If it was left up to him you two would’ve sat in his flat all day but this was so much better. It tapped in to his childhood somehow and felt like some of those painful memories were now wrapped in velvet bandages ready to start healing.
“You don’t seem like someone who’s been taken care of properly. So you don’t do nice things for yourself. I just wanted to do something nice for you because you deserve it.” Your words were sweeter than the ice cream he had just eaten.
Simon wanted to take what you said as condescending but he couldn’t, no matter what way he looked at it. It felt like real love, true love, a kind love that didn’t leave behind an ache in his chest. It made him uncomfortable yet a feeling of home came along with it. Or of what he thought coming home would have felt like if his life were different.
“Well, take me home then. That’s how these things end. Right?” Nodding with his head down the street you watched with a smile as another wall of his crumbled into rubble.
“Are you the type who kisses on a first date? Cuz I might take advantage of that.” Snagging his large mitt of a hand you forcefully tugged the giant Brit down the street towards his flat. He wanted to say something rude and mean but you somehow completely disarmed him, making him blush at the implication.
“I put out on the first date.” Simon quipped finally for once feeling a sense of normalcy.
Is this what I felt like to actually go on a date? It could be this easy? You made it seem like his life didn’t have to be shadowed in pain, loneliness, and hiding away. With you here he was able to feel and act like civilians do, enjoy his time home instead of waiting for his next deployment. The glimmers of a peaceful life you continued to show him had Ghost fading away and left Simon Riley here with you. A man instead of a figment.
“Lucky you, I put out too.”
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