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There's so much smut I can't find a single good fluff or angst fanfic. Like sure I'll find one here and there but when I see a fluff I wanna read and I look at the warnings, there it is. Staring at me.

"Spicy"

"Smut"

"Unprotected p in v"

When will the day come where I can just cry abt a fanfic or feel giddy abt a fanfic without there being any smut bc honestly the only fluff and angst we have here in these Simon riley x Reader tags are headcanons 😔

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trying to keep the porn bots away from my blog like

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I fucking love repetitive lines that change meaning over a piece of writing yes slay

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naturally

simon “ghost” riley x reader

| nsfw | mdni | comfort/smut | reader pov | not proofread |

a/n: reblogs are always appreciated and highly encouraged🖤

naturally you two were seated on the back plane, your legs touching. not enough for the rest to notice but enough. your head on his shoulder, naturally that’s what always happened.

“we will be landing in approximately 10 minutes, thank you for flying with us.” the intercom came over the plane, you sighed in relief. you liked planes but not this much. it was a long flight.

naturally you would get off the plane and walk to the car together. you would walk to the drivers seat and he would put his hand on your shoulder and redirect you to the passenger. wether that was because he thought you were going to try and drive or because you were american, he didn’t ask.

“this way love.” he would gently grab hold of you and move your body to face the other direction. his hands would linger on you for as long as they could. your body moved to the passenger and he would buckle your seatbelt. you always forgot, or you did once but when he did it for you that one time; you always “forgot” to buckle the belt across your body.

naturally he would keep his hand on your thigh.

“just your passenger princess, hm?” you would slightly giggle as you put your hand over his. he would just hum shaking his head.

naturally you would guide his hand higher closer to your heat; you would look at him with his eyes on the road.

“not now sweet girl.” his voice would be low filled with his accent that you adored so much.

naturally you would take a hot shower together, his need to take care of you would never stop.

“beautiful.” he murmured as he left kisses down your neck washing your lower back with a washcloth. your hands would reach up and hook around his neck feeling his chest as you turned around.

“beautiful.” you would mimic as you kissed his lips, soft kisses. you gripped the hair on the nape of his neck tugging for him to become closer to you. as if that was possible, both of your bodies flushed up as close as you could be.

naturally he would trail his hand down to your sweet spots.

“this okay?” simon whispered against the part where your neck and shoulder met.

“more than.” you’d simply reply back, your routine never changed.

naturally simon always fucked you when you both got home. wether that be in the shower, the kitchen or the bedroom he always did. wether it was rough or soft, quick or long this part of the routine never skipped.

“you can take it sweet girl, i know you can.” your brain always went fuzzy when he would praise you like this. when he would slowly slide into you, you bent over holding onto the shower wall. he holds you up, his face in your neck. his arms wrapped around your breasts holding you tight against him as he fucked your slick body. he kissed your neck as you tilted it back on his shoulder with a moan.

naturally he would wash your fucked out body after.

“it’s okay, so good for me.” he would say as he washed near your thighs, when you’d whimper. simon kissed over any love bites he had already made.

naturally you would wash his body after.

your hands trailed over his chest, washcloth in hand. the suds running over old and new scars. your shaky legs would reach on your tiptoes to his his neck and jaw.

“relax, just me.” you would say as his muscles tensed as your fingers touched a newer scar. a few years ago simon would have never let anybody touch his body like this. vulnerability was not his strong suit, but you made it easier.

naturally you would brush your teeth together before bed.

your legs sore, sitting on the toilet. occasionally he would look over at your naked self. you’d always been looking at him already.

naturally in bed he would hold your body close tucking you into his chest so he could hold you.

“would you ever let me hold you, si?” you asked, you knew the answer but asked anyways.

“no.” you know why, just like why he had to take the side of the bed closest to the door. sometimes you had just wanted to hold him. worth a shot you’d always thought before you drifted into a comfortable silence. a comfortable sleep. a comfortable home with a comfortable body next to you.