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Simon "Ghost" Riley is afraid to propose to his girlfriend (reader)
notes/warnings: fluff, angsty-ish, cursing, typos i'm sure (i wrote it in like an hr and then lost all energy to closely proofread. sorry)
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Forty-Two months. Youâve been together for forty-two months, and Simon Riley is no fool. He knows what he has. Through every imaginable horror, youâve been by his side. Youâve held his hand, kissed his forehead, brushed your fingers through his hair, let him lay on top of you after a night of sex when heâd just needed to feel you and know that youâre with him. Youâve cried with him and for him. And when itâs asked of you, youâve waited for him.Â
Youâre absolutely everything. Of perfect quality despite your flaws. A reminder that things in this world are soft, beautiful, gentle. When he loses faith in the concepts of decency and humanity because of the things heâs seen, you refuel what has been depleted. You make things make sense in a cruel existence. And yet, he hasnât asked you to marry him.Â
Ok, maybe he is a bit of a fool.
For forty-two months youâve watched your friends get married, cousins and second cousins, and even your mother and your auntâall of whom began relationships with their new spouses long after you and Simon declared yourselves officially together. Youâve taken Simon to so many weddings in the past three and a half years that youâd both agreed youâd had your fill. But Simon is under no illusions that if it were for you and him, youâd manage to find the energy for one more wedding.Â
You donât pressure him or drop painfully obvious hints, and if heâs honest, that almost makes it worse. Price and Gaz and even Johnny have faced threats of their own in the past by the women theyâve been with, with varying results. Price was happy to agree. Gaz a little less, but his lady was pregnant and it was the right thing to do. But JohnnyâŚJohnny wouldnât marry his current broad if it meant a quick death. You, though, are a gift. Better than all of them in Simonâs eyes. You deserve to have the man who loves you acknowledge that love by asking you to be his wife. Simon just canât bring himself to ensure that that man is him.
He attributes that roadblock to your relationship not being equal. He doesnât provide you with everything you provide him. While he does his best to be supportive and loving and comforting, youâve mastered those skills and he canât compete. And how is it fair to ask you to pull that weight for the rest of your lives?
It doesnât stop him from wanting to ask, but when the question is on his tongue, he canât get it out. However, because youâre stronger than him, more open and sure of what you want, it turns out he doesnât have to.
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��Simon, will you marry me?â
Youâre not looking at him. Youâve been spooning on the couch for the last three hours watching mindless TV, and heâs refused to let you up from your spot. At the question, his hand under your shirt that has been lazily fondling your breast freezes. Heâs half hard and was about thirty seconds from trailing that hand down your body and into your sleep shorts, but now he canât.Â
Simon swallows. âW-What?â he asks, though he absolutely heard you. Does anyone mistake those words for anything other than what they are?Â
His pounding heart clogs his ears, but to his surprise, his cock gets a little harder.Â
After too many beats of silence, you guide his hand out of your shirt, and with a sigh, you stand, round the couch, and go into the bedroom. In your absence, he sits up, running a hand through his hair and blowing out a breath.Â
What just happened? He thinks. And what the fuck did he just do? He didnât answer the way he should have and now youâre gone. Heâs hurt you, and heâs so focused on his fuck up that he doesnât notice you come back until youâre standing directly in front of him.Â
A black band is trapped between your thumb and index finger. Youâre not smiling. Thereâs no glimmer in your eye. You simply hold the ring, staring at it.Â
âI just want to marry you,â you say, your voice dripping with the disappointment he knows youâre expecting. âAnd you havenât asked me.âÂ
âLoveââ he starts, but then you drop to your knees, calves folded under your thighs.Â
His heart cracks right down the middle, jagged and splintered. A few pieces fall into his gut. You still wonât look at him, so he reaches out a hand, cups your cheek, and turns your face up to his.Â
âYou donâ kneel to me, Love,â he tells you, his thumb stroking your cheekbone.
Half-heartedly chuckling, you say, âSometimes I do.â
Simon lets his lips curl into a slight smile because his girl is still in there. Despite the forlorn look on your face, he didnât completely break your spirit with one unanswered question. And thank fuck for that. Â
He doesnât mean to, but he forces you to sit in limbo as he thinks. The woman he loves is on her knees asking for something that she so evidently believes she isnât going to get. And yet, itâs from that riskâthat display of your love for him and the leap youâre willing to take to prove itâthat Simon snaps out of every negative thought that has held him back.Â
Hand dropping from your face, he rises from the couch and, just as you had, makes his way into the bedroom. He has no idea where youâd hidden his, but yours has been in a dresser drawer for nearly a year, tucked behind the socks that are never worn because he has too many pairs.Â
When he returns, he stops dead in his tracks because youâre still sitting there but your head is down again and a teardrop falls onto your bare thigh as you fiddle with the ring, and that is unacceptable; his behavior is unacceptable. And now heâs more sure than ever.Â
Simon discards the box and goes to sit back on the couch. Your embarrassment is palpable, and he hates himself for yanking that out of you. Shame is the last thing he has ever wanted you to feel in his presence.Â
Ring between his fingers, Simon lowers his hand until heâs sure the diamond is within your line of sight.Â
Your gasp is faint but he catches itâa master at catching every little sound you make and savoring his ability to have you make them. Your head shoots up, eyes wide as they connect with his.Â
With his free hand, Simon brushes away the tears that have yet to fall from your cheeks.Â
âSwitch,â he says.Â
âWhat?â
He takes your hand, pulling you with him as he rises to his feet, and turns your bodies. âSit,â he says, and you do. Then he eases onto one knee, ignoring the crack of his bones, and holds out the ring. âIâm so sorry it came to this, Love. I didnâââ he shakes his head, ââs my fault.â
Your head cocks to the side. âYour fault?â
âMy fault,â he nods, his brow pinching as he decides how to say what he needs to. âYouâre my wife,â he says. âI know youâre my wifeâIâve known itâbut I get in my head and I start going through the list of things that I donâ think I deserve, and youâre the Queen of that list, Love. You make everything else on that list seem so unimportant that they have no right beinâ there.â
âSimonâŚâ
âBut Iâll make you a deal,â he continues. âIâll marry you, if you marry me.â
You snicker and, excluding the tears heâd caused, your face does exactly what heâd hoped it would do wherever he imagined proposing. The only detail unaccounted for is your answer, which he supposes is fair. He hadnât directly given you one either.Â
But then you say one the best damn things heâs ever heard leave your mouth.Â
Your pretty lips part and you tell him: âYes.â
A/N: I donât think love has to be affirmed in the form of a proposal and wedding, but for the sake of the ficâŚ
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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/nâs a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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family: âwhy are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?â
me whoâs been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:
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Husband Simon Riley who has scared the shit out of you so many times and so badly that on certain occasions youâve almost cried.
He doesnât do it on purpose; he swears. Heâs just so silent when he moves that you donât even realise heâs right behind you until you turn around and let out a loud scream.
One night, youâd gotten up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. You couldnât be bothered to turn the light on in your on-suite but as you were washing your hands, your saw a massive figure in the doorway. You let out a blood-curdling scream, only realising it was Simon when he switched on the light and looked at you as if he were crazy.
However, when he saw you tip your head into your hands and saw your shoulders shake, heavy with emotion from fear and shock, he knew he had messed up. He gently pulled you into his arms, carrying you back to bed and apologising profusely.
âIâm so sorry, baby.â
âI didnât mean to scare you that bad.â
âShouldâve spoken so you knew I was there, yeah?â
He makes it up to you eventually and promises to start speaking whenever he walks behind you in the future.
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Thinking about how when youâre drunkâand I mean really drunkâyou get it in your head to catcall men. They could use a little harassment. When you reach that point, your friends immediately know itâs time to cut you off, acting like the Secret Service as they usher you out of the bar and towards the Uber. But they couldnât anticipate the group of men standing outside the bar swapping laughs and smoking.
Of course you pick the scariest one of the lot and:
âHey!â you shout, half giggling. âHeyâyou, in the mask!â
The man turns. You canât see his mouth with the surgical mask in place but you can tell his eyebrows are raised. Heâs fucking huge, towering over his counterparts (who are nothing to sniff at), thick and strong. His head cocks in silent question.
âCan I get your number?â you shout, licking your friendâs hand when she slaps it over your mouth. All your friends rush to brush the guy off, but heâs already ashing his cigarette under his boot, slipping his hands into his pocket, and crossing the street quietly.
He stays a healthy distance away, aware of how it looks: a man his size approaching a group of young, inebriated women. You think heâs come to harass you in return, or maybe just to mock youâeither way you are stunned silent, mouth agape, eyes wide. Heâs so much taller up this close.
âGot a pen?â he asks.
He only approaches then, shoulders hunched to make himself appear smaller and innocuous. He takes your hand in his own and writes his phone number on your forearm.
When you wake up hungover the next morning, his number is there on your arm along with a reminder that you hadnât been able to see in the dim lighting of the parking lot: XXX-XXXX��S. Drink water.
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Simon âGhostâ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife
You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, whoâs walking alongside Soap
âOh! Sorry about that, sir.â You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for
The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met in his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him
That one smile and he was done for
âWho was thaâ?â The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghostâs attention still fixated on you.
âThink that was my wife.â
âYer what?!â
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife
Well, everyone apart from you apparently
He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base donât exactly run themselves
Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case
Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course
By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, itâs understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as itâll be changing soon enough anyway
âYou can call me anythinâ you want, love.â His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. âSo long as you call me, that is.â
By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isnât a date) heâs wondering if youâll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and his cock into you
You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself âHusbandâ, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently werenât aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as heâd saved your contact under âWifeâ
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe youâre only playing
âAch, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.â Soap said, seeing Ghostâs approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand
âSâfor my wife. Get your own.â The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where youâre curled up on the couch, reading a book
âAw, thank you honey.â You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips
âHappy wife, happy life, sergeant.â Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other manâs pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch
âGod, maybe I really should keep you.â Youâd laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him
Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses
âIs there some sort of party happening?â Youâd questioned, confused out of your mind
âSuppose you could consider it a party.â Heâd answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white
âNow while youâre lookinâ through dress sizes,â heâd added, taking your left hand in both of his. âYou know your ring size? Got my own shoppinâ to do âround here.â
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when simon wakes up in a hospital, the last thing you expect is for him to grab your hand, pull you close, and say, âhey, there you are, love.â his voice is so soft, so sure, it leaves you speechless. you stare at him, half in shock, because this is ghostâsimon riley, the one person whoâs kept every feeling locked up.
âsimon, do you⌠do you remember anything?â you ask, testing the waters.
he blinks, looking at you with confidence. âof course, i remember. youâre my wife.â
you freeze. his wife? this is new, and youâre not sure where he got the idea, but before you can correct him, johnny walks in, taking one look at the two of you and biting back a grin. he leans in, whispering to you, âmaybe just⌠go with it for now, eh?â heâs got that teasing glint in his eye, and something tells you thereâs no harm in humoring simon for a bit, if it can be helpful for his recovery.
so, you go along with it. and to your surprise, simon doesnât act confusedâin fact, heâs more open with you than heâs ever been. suddenly, heâs holding your hand like itâs the most natural thing in the world, always looking for you, keeping you close, calling you âloveâ or âdarlinââ in front of everyone. heâs even got that soft smile every time you catch his eye, one that makes it hard to remember this isnât real.
the teamâs amused but supportive, playing along with the whole story. simon keeps asking you little things, like what your favorite meal is, or how you usually spend your days when heâs away, as if filling in gaps in a life he believes you share. you find yourself answering with things that feel so genuine, and the way he listensâfocused, attentiveâfeels more intimate than anything youâve shared before.
one day, youâre patching up a minor scrape on his hand, and he just watches you, eyes soft, like heâs memorizing every detail. âi donât know what iâd do without you,â he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. itâs so genuine, so open, that for a second, you forget itâs all just part of his memory loss.
then, one night, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, eyes serious. âdo you ever think about us?â he asks softly, like heâs trying to get at something just out of reach. âhow weâd be if things were⌠different?â
youâre not sure how to answer because thereâs no script for this. âsometimes,â you admit, feeling a pang of something deep and unspoken. and for the first time, youâre almost grateful he canât rememberâbecause maybe, just maybe, itâs the only reason heâs letting himself be this vulnerable with you.
as the days pass, you start catching little glimpses, small things that make you wonder if he knows more than heâs letting on. he catches you watching him once, and instead of asking why, he just gives you this little smile, one that feels like heâs in on the secret. and just when youâre starting to think this is all some kind of twisted dream, he pulls you aside.
âi know iâm supposed to remember,â he whispers, âbut i donât want this to end. not yet.â
itâs in that moment you realize the truth. heâs been aware all alongâheâs been pretending just as much as you, holding on to this fragile, temporary illusion because, maybe, he needs it just as much as you do.
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GHOST uses to workout quite frequently, because of his job in military. He never admits it loud, but he likes to be in good shape. He likes the glances that youâre sending him when heâs taking off his shirt on purpose to present you his muscular back, covered in black ink tattoos.
Thereâs only one thing that he hates during his daily routine â push ups. He doesnât know why he dislikes to do that workout, itâs just happen. He prefers other exercises, but while heâs at home, without the gym equipment, itâs just whatâs left for him to stretch those arms muscles more.
But fortunately, recently youâve got an idea of how to make this workout more pleasant for him. You find yourself on the floor, underneath Ghost while heâs grunting and sweating. Itâs not what you think it is, but that doesnât mean it isnât making you feel in a certain way.
You like the view from down there. Heâs shirtless and the only piece of clothing that he wears are the grey sweatpants. The way heâs looking and sounding makes you want to wrap your legs around his waist and just keep him down.
âDonât try to give up, because youâll squish me.â You giggle once Ghost makes another push up, giving you a quick kiss in meantime.
âNot gonna, doll.â He says back in breathy tone, pushing himself back up. He grunts again and lower himself down, giving you another kiss.
You make this exercise quite enjoyable for him.
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Absolutely cannot have fresh shaved/waxed pussy around the 141 boys.
Soap will cry over it, mourning the loss of your bush and "talking his girl(your pussy) through the loss" ie fingering you until you're soaked and sore as punishment.
Price will make it his mission to give you beard burn, shaking his head like a damn dog while he's eating you out, scratching the hell out of your pussy and thighs with his beard. He's trying to bleach the damn thing you just know it.
Ghost is the worst. Taking the opportunity to leave his dental imprint in the soft flesh surrounding your clit. He's going to bite until you're sobbing just to see the dimpled marks he's left.
At least Gaz is sweet. Pressing little kisses over the newly shaved/waxed skin, giving your clit soft little licks and pulling back to rub his fingers against your clit with gentle praises. Until you realize he's been doing that for the last hour, giving you just enough to keep you making those nice breathy noises but never giving you more. Maybe you should try Soap again...
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simonâs first instinct was always to protect youâbefore himself, before anyone or anything else. whether in dangerous situations or small, everyday moments, his reflexes kicked in without hesitation. every action was a subtle yet undeniable promise: iâll always keep you safe.
sidewalk rule? it was non-negotiable. he always made sure he was between you and the street, shielding you from traffic. if you drifted too close to the curb, his hand would find the small of your back, guiding you firmly to his side.
âstay here,â he would murmur, his tone gentle yet resolute, as if daring the world to try anything.
whenever the car came to a sudden halt, simonâs arm instinctively shot out in front of you, bracing against your chest. the seatbelt shouldâve been enough, but he never trusted anything more than his own reflexes.
âyou alright?â heâd ask, his hand lingering just a little longer, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort.
in a crowded space, simon always led the way, carving a path with his broad frame. his hand would stay on yours or at your back, making sure you stayed close. and on a full train, he caged you in without hesitation, using his size to shield you from the press of strangers. his arms rested casually against the poles, but his stance was clearâno one would get too close.
whether you were climbing into the car or walking through a door, simonâs hand would always reach out to guide your head, ensuring you didnât bump it. in the kitchen, heâd gently tilt your head away from open cabinets, all without thinking. it was pure instinctâsmall actions that spoke louder than words.
one night at 3 a.m., a car backfired down the street, the sound tearing through the stillness. before you could even react, simon had you pinned beneath him, his body shielding yours entirely. his heart raced, convinced it was a bomb. even after realizing it wasnât, he didnât let go, whispering against your ear, âiâve got you, lovie.â
you could wear whatever you wantedâsimon never cared. he wasnât possessive, but confident. no one would dare glance too long in your direction, not with him at your side. and if anyone was foolish enough to try, one sharp look from simon was enough to make them think twice.
with simon, protection wasnât just instinctâit was devotion. in every gesture, every glance, every step, he ensured you knew: your safety will always come first. because to simon, loving you meant keeping you safeâalways, no matter the cost.
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Telling Ghost/KĂśnig you are too heavy for him to pick up or sit on his face, and he doesnât say anything at first so you think he just accepted it even if your heart kinda twinged a little in pain because you know you are just not skinny enough-
Only for him to send you a video the next day: in the gym, looking mighty hot in a compression shirt and sweatpants just a touch low on his hips, and lifting a bar with ease. On a closer look? The weighs attached to the bar weigh far more than you do. And he so easily maneuvers and controls and manhandles itâŚ
Between the heat curling in your stomach, face pink and thighs clenched shut, you almost miss the incoming text.
Never too heavy for me, doll.
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You're sprawled on the couch when he comes in the room, eyes zeroing in on you instantly. He doesn't give you the chance to greet him, stalking up to you as if you're his prey. Which, in this moment, you probably are.
It's not hard to tell he's still in that soldier headspace he gets stuck in sometimes. He looks tired. Stressed.
You're about to get up and ask him what he wants, what he needs, once he's looming over you, but the words die out when his hands shoot out and start squeezing your breasts.
You don't stop him, but you do laugh a little, incredulous. "What are you doing?"
"Fluffin' your tits." He's gruff, both in tone and groping. "What's it look like?"
"That's not how- nevermind." You chuckle and fondly roll your eyes. "Why?"
"Cuz they're mine," he says as if that's reason enough, and you suppose it is.
He let's go to get on the couch with you, batting your legs open to settle between them. The man practically flops on top of you with enough force to push an oof out of your lungs, but you can tell he's careful not to crush you entirely. His arms shove underneath your body, squeezing tight as he nuzzles his face against your newly fluffed breasts. You bring a hand up to scratch the back of his scalp the way you know he likes, and he sighs, melting into your body.
"Just like a big baby." Your chest bounces with silent laughter, and he gives a little sleepy warning nip to your clothed breast.
"Stop gigglin'. Tryna nap."
You almost laugh harder. He's not dispproving your point, but if this is what he needs, who are you to deny him?
"Alright, alright, I'll let my soldier rest." You calm yourself, softening your voice. "And I'll be here when you wake, too."
You know you're forgiven when he grunts and presses a kiss to where he bit.
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me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst
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sugar daddy simon but he doesnât know how this arrangement actually works so sometimes, in the middle of the night, you get a wire transfer.
you would always send simon a message regarding the recent activity on your account; what once started as, âhi mr. riley, it seems like you have made an incorrect deposit into my account,â turned into, â????â because of how frequent it got.
sometimes, simon has legitimate reasons â âi want to see you tomorrow,â or âiâm taking you to the bahamas this weekend.â
but often, his reason is just â âiâm thinking about you.â
this one makes your heart churn the most, and you insist on returning the money back to him because thinking about you isnât worth five-thousand pounds directly transferred into your account. but simon insists; says youâre too good for him so you deserve more than he could offer.
(âbut iâm a jealous man,â he grunted in your ear when he had you bent over his island. âso yer mine, arenât yâkid? all mine?â
you moaned out your yesâs, nodding and crying out that no one does it better than him. that no one could ever compare; no one could come close.)
he is⌠an odd man. you love him, in spite of.
you still remember the first time this whole wiring money happened, and after his comfort and placations, you had at least offered to meet up with him to make his deposit worth more than his thoughts about you, but simon had justâŚ
> Oh. Iâm out of the country.
yeah. heâs your strange dork. your beloved daddy.
(youâd kill for him.)
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i do usually stick with the idea that simonâs got some insane stamina and can go for multiple rounds but something about simon being spent after one round is just so hilarious to me.
in his defense, your tight cuntâs, well, too greedy â sucking his poor cock into her until heâs all drained out and just laying limp on the bed, trying to catch his breath, fearing for his life too maybe.
âyouâre tired?â you asked, the genuine innocence in your voice making him grumble, his hand gesturing you on top of him. not your fault, anyone would assume this big guyâs got more in his store.
ânot really been doinâ all this before meetinâ you, love. donât have the time in my job.â he panted softly, calloused hands gripping your hips as you settled on top of him.
âbut you have time for me?â you smiled. his heart skipped a beat, and in that moment, he had decided that if heâd die like this, this was the best way.
âfuck, youâre gonna kill me.â
#still would fuck 10/10#come on this guy's aging#just a tired man#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#cod x reader#simon riley#mikawrites.â
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Simon who married your family when he married you.
He wasn't used to it, the open affection your relatives showered him with. He would die before he admitted it, but he was nervous as shit when he first met them. First impressions sometimes created lasting impressions and he didn't want you to feel torn if shit went left.
And then he met them and "Welcome to the family!" That's the first thing that your mother said when meeting him. Okay.
"Well sit down, baby. We don't bite none," is what your grandmother greeted him with. Sure, why not.
And then it snowballed from there.
He'd never been one for pet names. Didn't really care for 'em until you came along, but every time your grandmother calls him Baby he melts. He bloody fuckin' melts. A huge puddle of goo. Simon realizes why you're so protective of her and he becomes the same way, too. He's her Baby and she's his Girl. He doesn't make the rules, he only enforces them. You can only roll your eyes and shake your head as your grandmother gleefully continues to indulge his sweet tooth.
Your parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings weren't any better, calling him Son, Brother, Nephew, Cousin and similar, clapping his back, including him in things, inquiring about his wellbeing, and bloody fuckin' hell Simon realizes he actually has a family now whether he likes it or not.
It didn't truly hit him until you two wed and your parents, your mom with tears in her eyes and your father beaming with pride, declared that they had a new son to love.
A new son. A new brother. A new nephew. A new cousin. A new baby.
A new family all his own.
And fuck if Simon didn't feel the lump forming in his throat.
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