#simon fluff

[iite-cool]

he can't be gentle. how could he possibly be something that was beaten out of him so cruelly at such a young age?

you don't get soft fingers dancing lightly along your hairline as you sleep on his lap, no, you get a large calloused paw brushing back your hair so he can see your pretty, pretty features better cos it was annoying him. he can't hold your hand don't be daft he'll crack your smaller bones in half... is the reasoning he hopes that will convince himself to stop fucking thinking about playing with your pretty fingers and pressing soft kisses to them. he's not soft! he's a killing machine! he knows nothing but anger and rage and numbness. so what is this strange fuzzy sensation in the hollow hole in his chest that he feels? why does it feel good? why is it making him fucking smile?

when he curls his mass around your sleeping body, don't be mistaken. he doesn't want to feel the way you fit perfectly against him. he's just.. trying to swallow you whole. he's not trying to get closer to you no no he's actually attempting to steal your joy. it's not as if you lessen the, thus far, endless and overwhelming burden of his corporeal blight oh no he's just using you.

everytime he presses his mouth against you and doesn't suck your blood out, he reasons that he's practising self-control and instead forcing himself to leave featherlight kisses that make you giggle oh so sweetly even when he knows deep down that he'd pluck out every one of his own teeth if even one dared puncture your skin. simon's not a soft man. he's not a gentle man. he's killed countless with the very hands that you play with. he tells himself you mean nothing to him, that he could walk away and forget you whenever he felt like it but everytime he wishes that his fingers were softer so that they may be more pleasant upon your skin and everytime he wishes that his lips were less chapped so that you may kiss him more, he knows he's fighting a losing battle.

simon riley will become a soft and gentle man in your embrace and there's not one thing he can do to prevent it.

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pls comment i have so many thoughts about this man that need to be talked about xx

[chaosandmarigolds]

Eeek????

(Yall i have so many parts to this but im vibing so-)

(Um…warnings? If you’re new! Reader and Simon’s son has been kidnapped, don’t ask how it got here because I do not know. I dunno, reader slaps Simon and these cops just suck so much.)

For the record you would consider yourself well mannered, well tempered, and most of all you were someone who would never turn the other cheek. You had always believed to overcome something was with kindness…

However, as you running on fumes and everything was a blur of red hot physical and psychological agony, your initial reaction to seeing your boyfriend was less than kind.

He had stopped in the hallway, as if he had been dreading that moment where he finally faced the reality. As if he dreaded seeing you- yet it was just the tears he dreaded. You had moved over to him, almost out of muscle memory. Yet you had forced yourself to stop, tears having dried before but they were already threatening to fall.

He had promised.

He had promised to protect you.

To keep you safe.

To keep Oliver safe, he had told you he would.

He had made it his mission, and you knew he had.

How could he fail?

A slap to the cheek which then quickly turned to him pulling you closer to him. A millisecond of reaction in turned triggered the tears all over again. Head buried within the cloth of the teeshirt he thrown on that morning, tears sinking into it. If you wanted to pull away then that was a pity, because he had no intention of letting go until he had to.

Which was about forty seconds before he ever so softly whispered, “I need ya to go home, love.”

A heave of air escapes your throat and you look up at him, “I don-no, where are you going?”

He was already pulling away as he presses a kiss to your forehead, his voice soft, “I’m going to get our son back. Okay? I need you to go wit’ Eliza.”

—

“Oh really?”

“Mmhm, Ister Riley says dat-he says dat dinosaur and chickens they’re like…they’re like me and Janie.” Ollie, being a literal child, was able to adapt to the situation- still scared beyond his wits but he now had a cup of hot chocolate and his favorite show was playing on the chair in front of him. Currently strapped into a car seat.

The woman turns to look at the little boy, “Who’s Janie?”

Ollie sallows hard, “no telling you.”

“Oh, but Ollie I thought we were friend!” She returns in a cooing fashion, after all the more collateral she could get, the happier her boss would be.

“My mommy- she said sometimes you can be friend but-but you don’t like dem…” a short paused, “I don’t like you.”

To that the woman scoffs and sits back to face the front of the window, muttering under her breath, “Fuckin brat.”

(All done for this segment!)

[yawnderu]

>Simon Riley with bigger pecs because he's bulking save me,,,.....

“Do it again.” Your drunken commands are met with a sigh, though like always— he listens. His muscles flex as he contracts his pecs, letting you feel the mix of fat and muscle moving right under your face, keeping it buried on his bigger pecs.

“That's so fucking cool.” Your words are muffled by his chest, fully focused on the way he can isolate each pec and moves them individually just to impress you. Your hands go down his shirt, traveling up to his now softer tummy and squeezing the fat, too drunk and in love to even care about the amused chuckle that leaves his lips, pressing your face closer to his chest.

[starryylies]

can we get baby fever simon when we tell him we're pregnant?!?

ੈ✩‧Simon when you’re preggo *ੈ✩‧

✰☺︎✰~ Bby fever: manifested to reality ~✰☺︎✰

🍼 Simon whose eyes betray him when tears flow out when you give him the news

🍼 Simon who falls to his knees on the ground kissing your stomach thanking you over and over for giving him such a blessing

🍼 Simon who gets right to it, finding baby supplies, trollers, pacifiers etc

🍼 Simon who buys a crib from ikea which leads to him cursing the instruction paper calling it stupid and badly explained

🍼 Simon who completely stops drinking infront of you, quitting it to release himself from the past.

🍼 Simon who makes you sit at home and relax like a pretty wifey so you don’t exert yourself

🍼 Simon whose praises for you are constant the entire day, from when you get up till when you sleep

🍼 Simon who gets very overprotective of you like a guard dog.

🍼 Simon who finally has the courage to visit his fathers grave only to look down on it and say he will never treat his kids like that

[angelatsumu]

I just think olderboyfriend!simon would claim to hate TikTok and how you scroll before bed, but somehow he’s got you nestled into his chest giving him a clear view of your for you page, and he’s just commenting on each video things like

‘don’t think that’s a true story but I guess I’ll allow it’

‘wonder where he gets his gear from, been lookin’ for more bike gear’

‘who would want obsessed girl whispering, just get a girlfriend’

and when you attempt to scroll through a video he was enjoying he actively boos you and pouts until you go back and let him finish.

“Si, you’re becoming an iPad baby” you retort when he pouts about not having enough screen time before bed, and he scoffs at you with a playful spank to your ass.

[konigsblog]

sleeping beside simon riley... 💤

simon is prone to reoccurring and horrifying nightmares that leave chills running down his spine, despite not being easily scared and desensitised. it could be a saddening and traumatising nightmare about his deceased family members or about something that he'd seen on the frontline, the gory and bloody sight of his teammates bodies, wounded with a bullet through their heart.

to simon, you're his coping mechanism, what soothes and relaxes him. it's not just your softness with him or your gentleness to approaching certain topics, but the sound of your heartbeat rhythm, your loving heart thumping against your ribs. his calloused hands dig into your flesh and hold you still while he breathes out shakily, attempting to calm himself down while tears form in his glistening waterline.

other times, simon finds comfort with your hands wrapped tightly around his lengthy shaft, stroking him while reassuring him that it'll all be alright, to take deep breaths while you roll your thumb over his leaking tip. it weeps and oozes creamy fluids from the head of his meaty, swollen cock, leaving his breathing heavy and his eyes half-lidded, tears staining his fair skin with his body jerking and twitching at your soft words and touch.

[simonrillleyyysss]

cannot stop thinking about ghost with a family please

simon riley, a man not too fond of worship— a man whom was led down a sinful path of life at such a tender age, yearning for silent forgiveness from the one above, now the man whom was blessed with you and your firstborn.

you’re his haven, his chapel and confession box, he sits between your thighs while you’re fondling your gorgeous, dustyheaded daughter, small fingers and thumbs grasping out at her daddy, similar to a weak kit yelping for their vixen, letting out soft squeals and babbles as the man’s large hands engulfed beneath them beneath their armpit, hoisting them up with a dramatic groan.

‘big jump, hmm?’

‘da!’

he doesn’t feel as if he deserves it, usually. he’s a bad, bad man. who’s done bad, bad things in life; yet here he is, dog sunk peacefully at his hard boots—ears pricked up, while his double giggled and poked at the animals ears, looking up at her daddy after and bringing herself to stand on her feet(with the assistance of his legs.) the distant sounds of you cleaning upstairs making him sigh.

‘careful, don’t annoy him.’

‘cat!’

‘cat? no, baby..doggy, ruff ruff.’

‘ruff!’

he doesn’t deserve it, he knows this. he knows that he’s taken so many lives with his bare hands, he knows it’s wrong for him to be able to live a blissful life, for him to be zipping up his child’s pink peppa-pig coat, pulling her fluffy pink hat over her head to shield her from the cold manchester streets, he knows it’s unfair for him to be able to take her to the cornershop while he gets a pack of cigarettes, buying her a cheap magazine set she refused to let go of.

‘are you sure you want this? not wotsits or a freddo?’

‘mhm!’

but simon riley doesn’t care, simon riley is glad he’s able to kiss her forehead while tucking her into bed each night, the girls rosy cheeks cuddling against the dogs fluffy fur, closing the bedroom door behind him carefully.

he doesn’t care, he’s a changed man.

that’s why he’s so lucky to be able to fuck his cock into your cunt, the cunt that feels like fucking heaven—the one that almost makes him whisper prayers into your neck, the one that makes the lords name fall from your throat in helpless breaths, nails scratching down his back, so lucky to be able to stuff your pussy full of his semen, ruin your clit with just his thumb.

so lucky to be able to give his pretty missus a son this time

[victoryverse]

simon's hand on yours, while you're cuddling on the couch. your back is against his chest, rising and falling with each breath, a comforting tone.

his touch trails to the wedding band on your fingers, tracing his fingers on it. he had gotten simon's engraved on it after you had said yes, and even though it wasn't that prominent, the thought of being his, made you so happy.

"what's on your mind?" you asked, and he shifted, sliding down on the couch.

"dunno, just thinking-how did i get so lucky?"

[a66-1]

lay me down.

so i have a very important class in the morning but..

Simon is stuck in my head guys ☠️

Simon x Fem!reader

TW: Mentions of sex. No smut, fluff

a/n: legit just aftercare. idk man I think Simon would be the man for aftercare.

You feel Simon's side of the bed sink slightly, and you feel the warmth of Simon reach your side. You stretch your arms above your head, flinching at the strain between your legs.

"Easy, love. 'M gonna wipe your legs, okay?" He shows you the warm rag, and you nod.

The room smelled of sex, and the sheets were damp. Simon just got home from a long deployment, and to be frank, neither of you could keep your hands to yourself.. And now your here.

Since the beginning of your relationship, Simon was always looking for your comfort. Your safety. Looking for your needs. Aftercare was a great peek you didn't get from previous boyfriends, and Jesus, you didn't know you needed it.

You whined when the rag brushes over a particularly sensitive spot, and you dug your heels into the bed to push yourself back.

"Love, stay still f'me, 'Kay? Once I'm done, we can cuddle all you need." He holds one of your thighs as he wiped.

Once he finished, he threw the rag into the dirty clothes hamper, and snuck into bed behind you. You managed to roll onto your side, your thighs clamped together to try and relax. You feel hands slink around your middle, and pull you flush to his back.

"'M tired, baby.." You mumble, turning to face him. He smiles, and kissed your head.

"I'm y'r pillow always, love." He rests his hand on the back of neck as you hid your face the in warmth of his neck. He pulls the blanket over the both of you, and laughs at the happy noise that escapes your lips.

"Thank you, baby.." You tiredly whisper, before falling asleep in his warmth.

small dabble. u like?

bye babes..

a661

[forsworned]

Author's note: for my sweet, sweet, @dmitriene , because you listened to me and went to bed instead of staying up like a maniac <3

The thing about Simon is, that he's always observing you. Whether you're stretching out on the couch in the commons because you've been sitting there for hours translating Russian military documents or the way you poke your tongue out in concentration as you hone your sights on any enemy through your sniper scope. Or even the smaller details like, when he's reading written reports and he doesn't even need to see your name signed at the bottom to know that it's your handwriting.

So it shouldn't come as a surprise when he's stripping off his black compression tee when you both get home from a long recon mission and he's pulling you to his side, pressing his bicep to your shoulder and your eyes are reaming. The dainty flower tattoo that you have etched below your clavicle is seemingly connected to his bicep that is a continuation of the stem with delicate little blossoms. It's still fresh, a raw red like he just got it a few days ago and you're literally in awe. The gesture was so small and yet so grandiose.

"So, I can hav' a piece o' ya anywhere I go." He murmurs, tracing the patterns of the leaves and stems of your tattoo.

Your eyes are welling up and he quickly thumbs them away, tilting your chin upward to place a chaste kiss to your lips and then to your forehead. "Don' get all emotional on me, dovie."

"Can't help it." You croak out, grinning from ear-to-ear as you touch the fresh black ink. He doesn't even wince a bit at your touch.

A piece of you.

Safe to say Simon is indeed a romantic.

[qtboni]

╰﹒ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 !

┆ ⤿ 💌 ⌗ 1K CELEBRATION ☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

CHOSEN DRABBLE: "He wakes up to the sight of you by his side, your gentle fingers inspecting the dressings on his wounds."

REQUESTED BY @sowlcat <3

W/C: 1.9K

Sighing softly, Simon entered his home that he shares with you. He sluggishly took off his muddied boots outside the door, knowing how you would scold him in the morning for putting them inside. Recalling your cute frustrated face looking at him as you cutely stomp on the ground to prove your point made him chuckle.

God, was he such a soft for you.

Fatigue washed over Simon as he stood at the door to his home. His eyes were filled with exhaustion after driving hours to see you. Suddenly, he caught himself on the wall with his hand plastered on it as if in a daze. He heaved a breath, slowly craning his neck up. He spotted the bloodied knuckles and scuffs that had marked his skin. His eyes filled with regret as he realized he would be left with scars. Nevertheless, he could not help but find comfort in the thought of coming home to you.

Closing his eyes as he felt deeply exhausted, Simon thought of you and how you would never hesitate to stay up for him. You would be there by his side to patch him up in the bathroom with a thoughtful look on your face. He didn't want to disturb you, realizing that you were still curled up in your sleep. He tiptoed his steps, careful not to make a sound as he walked toward the bedroom. You meant the world to him and the thought of waking you from your blissful slumber would never cross his mind.

"Maybe I should patch myself up first, Simon whispered to himself as he slowly eased open the door. He peeked inside, expecting to see you safely tucked away in his bed, all cozy and warm. But when the door was finally opened, he was greeted with a scene unlike any other. His heart seemed to melt as he laid his eyes on you, sleeping peacefully in his bed. All trace of exhaustion was lost as a soft grin formed on his face.

Completely sound asleep in his bed was undeniably you. Your legs spread out comfortably with a large pillow between, your arms cradling another pillow, and though he couldn't get to see a glimpse of your face, he can tell you were probably snoring the night away.

Gently shooking his head in amusement, Simon walked over to you and crouched in your side of the bed. Though he has dried blood on his hands, it didn't stop him from pushing your stray hair away from your face, careful as he does not want any of the dirt in your skin.

Leaning in to you, he softly kissed your forehead and for a moment, he closed his eyes in contentment, missing your presence from all the days he was away from you. Now he was here with you. "Love you," He whispered against your hair. "S'damn much."

Simon placed a peck on your cheek so softly like a feather's touch. He just wanted nothing else but to bury himself into the softness of the blankets and sleep in your arms. Grunting, he decided he had to freshen up first before he can join you on the bed that was looking comfy as ever.

Though, begrudgingly he stood up from his crouched position and sauntered over to the bathroom. Finally entering the shower after removing his clothes, he visibly relaxed when the lukewarm water hit his tensed muscles. It felt so good that he stood under the shower head for awhile, letting the warm water massage his sore body.

After showering, he wrapped a towel around his body and let the warm steam from the bathroom envelop him. Now feeling quite better, he approached the vanity box and grabbed the tools he needed to patch himself. Bandages, gauzes, scissors, and some antiseptic liquid were all laid out infront of him.

Simon sat at the bathroom counter and carefully tended to the various wounds he had on his body, bandaging and covering them as needed. He worked with care, ensuring that each wound was properly cleaned, dressed, and protected. Despite the pain and discomfort he felt, Simon remained focused and determined, refusing to let his injuries hold him back.

After applying the last bandage, Simon made his way to the bedroom, careful not to disturb his wounds any further. He climbed into bed beside you, settling in for a long overdue night of rest. He gently wrapped his arms around you as he spoons you from behind.

With your comforting presence at his side, Simon finally allowed himself to let go of the tension and stress that had been weighing on him for so long. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, feeling a sense of peace and comfort in your arms.

—

Simon stirred awake from the soft voice calling out his name, the soft caress of the you fingertips waking him from his slumber. He have yet to open his eyes but still, he can fell himself lying in your arms.

You didn't say anything, your eyes were filled with a hint of sadness and concern as you continued lightly caressing the bandages and gauzes on your lover's body. You woke up quite early as you expected, but it was because of the heavy yet familiar feeling of an arm enclosing your waist.

You had excitedly opened your eyes and turned to your other side to face your now sleeping Simon. You carressed his cheeks as you feel yourself getting emotional. Simon is home. You softly left pecks of your kisses in his chest, each of them filled with love and appreciation.

He could feel how much love that were pouring out of you all over again, it made his heart burst out from so much affection that he thinks were undeserving to him. He felt his arm getting slowly grabbed at and a low coo of concern coming out of you.

Simon was confused on why you had such a reaction. But then it clicks on him. The gauzes. The bandages. He was about to recoil from your touch as to hide his ugly arms away from you to see, but the feeling of a tender caress made him stop.

"Sweet thing," You whispered, your voice soft with concern as you pressed gentle kisses to Simon's wrapped wounds, your lips lingering over each bruise and cut you saw peeping out from the bandages. "You don't deserve anything like these..."

As Simon basked in the comfort and warmth of your loving touches, emotions rushed through. He wanted to let himself cry. He knew that the kisses would not heal his wounds instantly, but the gesture meant more to him than words could say.

The feelings of love and caring that surrounded him were almost too much to bear, and he could feel the tears welling up in his closed eyes. It had been such a long time since someone had cared for him in such a way, and now, as he was gently kissed and nurtured, he felt that he could finally let go of the pain. But even as the tears threatened to fall, he tried to stifle them, afraid of breaking the calmness that had enveloped him.

As you turned to Simon, your thumbs still gently carressing his bandaged hands, you were surprised to see that he was awake. You stopped what you were doing momentarily, letting the silence fill the room.

"Hi," You cheekily whispered to him, a smile gracing your lips as your heart swells with love for the man in front of you. He's just woken up, but even the fatigue in his eyes can't erase the warmth and affection that shines through when he looks at you.

"G'morning, lovie," Simon greets as he grew more soft towards you. The tired lines on his face soften as he takes you in, and you can't help but feel grateful for each moment you get to share with him. He brought up his hands and pulled you closer to him.

As your face was against his chest, the smell of him filled your nostrils with every breath, like a comforting embrace. You felt his heartbeat pounding beneath your ear. There was a comfort in his warm presence, a sense of safety that you could never find anywhere else. He was your home.

"Thank you," Simon muttered as his arms wrapped around you even firmer as if you would flee away if he didn't. His grip held you closely, as if he was afraid to let go and lose you to the world outside. He put his chin on top of your head and inhaled deeply, drawing comfort and reassurance from your presence. There was nowhere else he wanted to be, but right here with you.

Confused, you softly asked, your voice muffled against the small space between your face and his chest, "For what?"

Simon's heart skipped a beat when he heard your voice. He couldn't believe how cute you sounded when you spoke in that sweet, whisper-soft tone.

"For this?" he murmured, tightening his embrace around you and pulling you even closer, reveling in your warm, intoxicating scent. His voice was low, almost too low for you to hear over the beating of your hearts.

You pulled away from his embrace gently and put your hands on his cheeks. He looked up at you with a sweet smile and you couldn't help but return it.

"Of course," you murmur, pulling him even closer. Showering him with affection is just a normal, natural thing for you to do, especially when he is injured. "I'll take care of you, my love. Always."

And though it's so, so hard for him to admit, he's soft when it comes to you. He's always known that you take care of him, that's your role, but today he can't shake the feeling that it's not quite so simple. He tries to say no, tries to put up some resistance to your tender, gentle caresses, but the resolve is gone before it even arrives at his throat. He submits to you, like he always has and always will, as a contented smile plays across his lips.

"I will always be here for you, Simon", you continued softly as you stroke his hair. You want to make him feel taken care of, loved and protected, and it melts your heart seeing his relief as he buries his head into your chest. You know this is where he belongs, and you both feel at peace.

Your touch brings him comfort and peace, and you can feel the tension and worry easing away from his body. He leans against you and lets out a deep sigh, his muscles completely relaxed. In this moment, there is nothing else that matters. Just you and him.

Simon presses his face against your chest one last time, breathing in your scent and feeling your heart beating steadily beneath your skin, and he is at perfect peace. The two of you are finally home, together in each other's arms, and nothing will ever come between you.

A/N: ty bby for requesting this ! this ws so cute to write omg

[iite-cool]

simon yanks grocery bags out of your hands bc how dare you burden your pretty hands with heavy things when he's right there. and if you don't let him take it, he'll glare at you and grunt in disapproval until you do

[chaosandmarigolds]

Simon Riley! who isn't traditional in the gross way but in the he wants to protect you and make sure you don't feel like you have to provide for yourself, he wants to be a safety net, something to rely on

Simon Riley! Who made it a point to buy your dream house as soon as you were married,

Simon Riley! Who didn't expect houses to require so...much...work

"Baby! The water won't turn off?"

"The fuck you mean it won't turn off just-" Simon grumbled as he dropped the moving box and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the handle of the faucet and trying to pull it, only for it to come flying off. Leaving him dumbfounded and you a giggling disaster.

Simon Riley! Who likes handy man tasks as much as the next guy but the people at the store are beginning to know his name

Simon Riley! Who didn't have a dad to teach him some stuff like plumbing and whatnot so he calls Price

"Oi, Cap-"

"She came to her senses and ran away, yeah?"

"No...I need you to tell me ho' to turn off th' water."

Simon Riley! Who does know how much you love watching him do yard work but doesn't dwell because these godddamn weeds-

Simon Riley! Who loves nothing more than watching you paint the walls of the house, finds it like to be a scene of a movie and it would be a lie if the reality was much better than the cinema

Simon Riley! Who hates facebook because you would randomly send him across the city because you found an old China cabinet you thought would be perfect

Simon Riley! Who doesn't care how his buddies tease him about becoming a domestic civilian so soon, because he would happily fix a thousand houses if it meant a thousand more years with you

(Comments and feedback make my day! annnd yeah that's it <3 )

[yawnderu]

bimbo!reader has a girl cat that's absolutely in love with Simon.

“‘S your mama bein' mean to you?” He coos to the big white cat laid on his stomach, getting a few loud purrs in return as his hand runs up and down her fur.

“I'm just trying to put her collar on, Si.” You whine, attempting to grab the cat only for her to cuddle closer to Simon, kneading his chest. He gave you a small smile, leaning down to plant kisses all over her head.

“Gimme the collar, angel.” He reaches out for it and examines it for a few seconds, amusement dancing in his brown eyes. It's pink, decorated by strawberry charms over the length of it and a big, darker pink bow at the end. It absolutely looks like something you'd enjoy— like something Ms. Whiskers would enjoy.

He plants a kiss on your nose before putting the collar on the cat with ease, the birman putting no resistance at all. She was such an obedient girl before meeting Simon, yet just like you, she's been getting spoiled well. She meows as you pet her, pretty acrylics that he paid for running up and down her fur, making her purr louder on his chest.

Bimbo!Reader Masterlist

[starryylies]

I would kill for a baby fever Simon.Just imagine him constantly rubbing and caressing your empty stomach anywhere and anytime.And kisses on soft tummy.

AAAAA bby fever si makes me feel so wifey

I hope you like it ~^^

* ੈ✩‧₊˚simon with bby fever * ੈ✩‧₊˚.

ꕥꕤꕥꕤ🍼ꕥꕤꕥꕤ

🍼. Simon whose free hand always reaches your soft tummy as he rubs it making it feel all warm and bubbly :3

🍼. Simon who wakes up with a raging boner after he dreams of getting your belly all big and full with his cum

🍼. Simon who tracks your cycle- buys you chocolate, crisps and hot cocoa

🍼. Simon almost becomes primal when you’re ovulating, pinning you down, ripping your clothes off, his hot breath on your neck.

🍼. Simon who sneaks on you from the back grabbing your waist as his arms find their way to your tum as he just stands there and grabs you the entire time as he watches you cook.

🍼. Simon who pins you down at the bed as he blows raspberries on your cheeks trailing down to your stomach as he rests his heavy head on your stomach whispering I love you’s.

🍼. Simon who has already picked out baby names. The sons name being Tommy with the girls name being aster or procy (self insert sorry)

🍼. Simon who knows that he will never give his son/daughter the childhood he had

🍼. Simon whose heart skips a beat when you ask him to create a family with you.

[tumblerlove]

Simon showing you his face

When you first got to see Simon's face, it was quite a while after dating. He wanted to trust you so so much but couldn't show you until he completely and utterly trusted you... one night when you both were intertwined with each other. You had reached up to cup his jaw and kiss his face even with the mask on you did that. Simon just looked at you and knew this was it. He inched it off his face. He never thought he would ever do this, but... he trusts you

You were looking very closely as he pulled his mask off, revealing his face. "Oh my god..." You said his eyes going wide, thinking you thought him ugly or something. "Simon, you're beautiful...and you're...you're blonde," you smile at him. He's in shock, looking at you as you feel his face already trying to memorize it, and he knew he was right to trust you