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this was so good

Ghost x witty! Reader

All for a pair of tits.

"Glare at my dress all you want, lieutenant. You won't scare it away."

You said putting your long earrings sneaking a look at Ghost's reflection.

He was sitting on the bed behind you looking at the long red dress you had just put on for the undercover mission. He wouldn't say it but you knew it pissed him to the core that you had to go as Kyle's date and not his, but honestly that was his fault. When Price explained the mission and the tasks you were all assigned to accomplish, Ghost threw an unexpected tantrum about how Gaz wasn't fit to go undercover, because as he explained: "Lad's better at killin' than acting." You were sure he was projecting a little. So the captain asked him if he'd rather go with you instead obviously without the mask, Ghost quickly denied. Then he was assigned watch duty while drowning in jealousy, and you bathed in the satisfaction of letting your lieutenant watch your body like a hawk as you prettied yourself up for another man while waiting in the hotel you were all supposed to meet before heading to the party.

Simon looks up at you from his seated position, his rough hands fisting the sheets. He was wearing his stupid Halloween mask so it was hard to know the expression he was hiding.

"I'm just lookin'. That a problem?"

"If you want it off of me you'll have to find another tactic. Or do you rather have Garrick do the unwrapping?" You grinned turning around to face him properly, your lipgloss shining under the dim light of the lamp near the vanity made his chocolate eyes melt at the sight. Ghost licked his lips under his mask, a mere reflection of what he had in mind to do to you if it wasn't for-

"That's unprofessional, and i'm your lieutenant. I told ya too many fucking times. But, hey, dream all y' like..."

"I am sooo thankful that you remind me, dear lieutenant..." You said sarcastically with a dramatic gesture lifting your hand to your head as if you were about to faint and he had saved you with his idiotic words. "But could you please repeat that without a..."

Your finger points to his lower side, he squints confused before looking at where you were pointing, his cargo pants held a gigantic tent he was quick to cover with a pillow before he leans forwards petrified in embarrassment. You laughed amused and impressed at the sight, but for Ghost you were just mocking him cruelly. You were just a horny vixen who took great pleasure on toying around with his carnal desires, often seducing him on purpose just to get a reaction such as this one. He was red in embarrassment and anger, and it only increased when your pretty laugh slowly died and you, for once, decided to stay in silence.

Ghost stood up abruptly. "I see yer ready. I'll warn Price to hurry the fuck up..." But the following words died on his mouth.

You were standing with a soft smile, the beautiful red dress you were wearing hanged limply by your hips as your arms hid your breasts.

"I forgot I didn't zip it and it just..." You shrugged playing clueless "it fell."

Ghost was petrified in place, his wide eyes ate up every detail he could get of your naked chest even though your pretty breasts were hidden. His hard-on worsened.

"Y'need a hand...?" He mustered.

"Among other things..."

Your lieutenant dropped the pillow to floor missing the bed, he walked up to you in slow, measured steps giving you time to stop this game you just started like you always did, but to his surprise. You did not. You looked up at him, pupils dilated giving him full permission to turn you around with his big rough hands, he moved your hair to your front with his index finger. The moment you were facing the mirror, Ghost was about to lift the sleeves of your dress until your arms unraveled from your chest, his eyes, trained to pick any movement, caught the moment your tits bounced in place by the mirror. His breathing was heavy, slightly uneven and so was yours.

His hands dropped the piece of clothing in other to caress the skin of your back until he reached your ribcage right under your breasts. Again, he waited for you to move away, to stop this game YOU started, but instead you purred tilting your head to the side feeling his burning mask lean against the delicate skin of your neck, he inhaled your perfume, thumbs poking the underside of your tits until your small hands went to lift his to properly hold them, Ghost was quick to firmly massage the surface, your pebbled nipples held such a beautiful shade of color that contrasted with his black skeleton gloves, he wanted to suck them, he wanted to do things he wasn't supposed to.

In that moment Simon realized that the times he spent explaining you how inappropriate it was to flirt with colleagues in this line of work (specially superiors), he truly wasn't trying to warn you, he was trying to convince himself this wouldn't happen because it wasn't well seen. But... But who the fuck cares, really?

"Simon..." You sighed his name and his cock twitched on his pants. "Take these off... It's bad manners to touch a lady this way wearing gloves..."

"You a lady?" He humored.

"Have you seen a gentleman with these tits?"

His chest rumbled with a chuckle, hips making a slow involuntary thrust against your clothed ass seeking friction, you obliged offering your bum for him to thrust on, he hissed in pleasure.

"You'd be surprised..."

You gasped and chuckled "Simon Riley!..."

He quickly turned you around then, big hands roughly grabbed your ass pressing your naked chest against his with a dark but mischievous glint on his eyes reflecting yours. "Wanna compare sizes?"

"Are you for real right now, lieutenant?"

You asked with all the humour in you. But Ghost did not waver taking his shirt off with one swift tug upwards revealing his muscular torso to you, a litter of scars made it the more eye-catching. You stood there looking up at him in awe before your hand pushed him to the bed, he allowed you this, huffing when he dropped to the soft surface, the cold sheets made his skin erupt in goosebumps. His hard, clothed cock created a tent that pressed against his abs when he incorporated a little seating with his arms behind him supporting himself.

"I can't believe I've never seen your face and the first thing you wanna show me is the size of your tits."

"Pectorals." He corrected.

"Those are BOOBS, call them however you like but oh my god..."

You weren't one to complain, positioning yourself in between his legs to climb to the mountain of muscles that composed his body. He smiled under his mask looking at you fondly and helping you wrap your legs against his waist sitting yourself right on his leaking boner. He was enjoying this. You could see it, feel it poking at your panties...

You kiss his masked jaw, one arm around his shoulder and the other hand massages his chest, feeling his gigantic pectorals and the very small pink nipples that adorned both tips. Ghost threw his head back with a sigh angling his head so that you'd keep your soft ministrations with your lips. Kiss, lick, bite, repeat. The way your fingers worked magic on his chest and how your mouth mauled at his skin made your lieutenant grow desperate for more, he still couldn't believe this was happening. His heaving chest shivered in delight, his mouth was half open letting out soft sounds you never thought you'd hear from your lieutenant until he snapped, he flips you under him, the fire within your bodies roaring in waves of desire, a desire denied no longer.

Ghost hovered over you, eyes black with how dilated his pupils were, his hips thrust against yours, dry humping your cunt like a dog in heat. Your lips part with a moan, delicate hands lift to his face waiting for his permission, he gives you a short nod to lift his mask when an abrupt knock on the door startles you.

Ghost sighs, one of his hands take your wrist as the other supports his weight as not to crush you.

"I'M NOT 'ERE!" You yell annoyed.

"Come on (Y/n)!" Gaz's voice sounds from outside "Price is gettin' pissed... And we can't find Ghost or Soap! The event is about to start, I'm already suited up-"

"Alright alright, Garrick-...Just gimme a moment..."

You crawl from under Ghost, stand up, ready your dress leaving the back unzipped and trot to the small hall, Ghost was watching you as you did this until he saw you were about to open the fucking door. It was comical the way your lieutenant jumped from the bed hurrying to put his shirt on and adjust his boner from under his pants so he wouldn't poke Gaz's eye out when the poor Brit was greeted by the sight of your prettied self standing all proud and smiley and your lieutenant nervously fidgeting on the spot in front the bed.

Gaz stares in silence.

"Zip my dress Gaz! What the hell are you doing gawking like a school boy? There's a party we gotta attend to."

He shakes his head incredulous, gets behind you ignoring the heated stare Ghost was shooting him from the other side of the room and swiftly zips your dress.

"See? Now I'm ready and I had found Ghost, I solved you two problems."

"Three-..." An all too familiar voice came behind you. The bathroom door opens, Soap was staring just as incredulous with a look that resembled the one hundred yards stare.

Ghost barks "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE!?"

Soap replies unfeeling, with no emotion, like a robot or a traumatized husk of a man "This was my room..."

You flinch leaving the place practically throwing yourself out the door with a "JESUS CHRIST -!"

Gaz flinches then at the same time following behind with a squint. "FUCKING-....Close the god-damned door Johnny!" Ghost snarled this time.

"I have a sensitive stomach olrigh'!? And y'all were doing nasty things and I didn't know what to do and a' was locked with ma' shit for half an hour... I FLUSHED OKAY!?" Soap had the gal to play offended. "If it wasn't for Gaz I would have died gassed." He jested, and the tall brit had enough, smacking the wall and stomping out frustrated as hell.

Just when he was reaching the jackpot, the jungle he has for a team had to ruin everything.

At least he saw your tits... That will compensate for having to see you dance around with Gaz pretending you two are married.

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natriae · 9 days

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i'd rather k!ll myself than pick any of these

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natriae · 13 days

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that should be me he's kissing

samuel roukin — happy-go-lucky (2008)

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natriae · 14 days

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newbornDad! Simon Riley

Simon! Who insists on carrying the baby carrier through the threshold of the house when you get home from the hospital

Simon! who spent nine months training Riley to be gentle with the baby

Simon! Who carries the baby around showing them the house with little whispers, 'annnn this is your brothers room, he's had your grandads right now but don't worry sweetpea, you'll meet him soon'

Simon! Who strongly believes the baby needs skin to skin, so...are you complaining about him walking around shirtless with a baby held to chest, not at all

Simon! Who is so worried when Ollie holds the baby for the first time because yeah Ollie is six years old at that point but anxiety??

Simon! Who hates that he has to go on a mission, even if for two weeks because they are sooo so vital and he doesn't want to leave you alone and-

Simon! Who tells Oliver to take care of his little sibling and to look after you

Simon! Who hates his job sometimes

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natriae · 14 days

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-> repost from my old blog cause i’ve been DILF crazy lately.

DILF!SIMON ???

truly an old, grumpy bastard. kidding. he’s a dilf without even being a dilf— which is so fucking frustrating because it forces you to imagine actually having his kids and watching him walk around with a chunky baby to bounce on his big, ink covered arm. he always tells you that all you have to do is say the word, and he’d be happy to oblige. to give you a happy baby and make up the warm, bubbly home he never had growing up. he’d put a pretty ring on your finger, too. everything and anything despite your age gap.

and god… is he making sure you fall right into his trap. he’s even at it early in the morning, lounging in the living room with nothing but his briefs on, thick thighs spread and just waiting for you to sit your soft warmth right on top of them. above the elastic waistband digging into his carved hips are those solid abs that reside under the bit of pudge he does have. your eyes trail all the way up, to his beefed up pecs and bulky scarred biceps, while he reads the morning paper and has a mug of tea without a care in the world.

“simon,” you don’t mean to say his name, honestly. it slips out with ease as it tends to, because you cant seem to wrap your head around how this metaphorical and literal mountain of a man is yours. it escapes you on instinct as your feet carry you to him, shuffling in your slippers until your knees bump into his own.

you’re falling into his lap with a kind of desperation that is so familiar to him. he knows— he always does. so a calloused hand squeezes your thigh while you press yourself into him and already begin placing kisses along the underside of his stubbly jaw. his adam’s apple bobs as he speaks.

“ready t’ take me up on that offer?”

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natriae · 14 days

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okay so we have toxic perv!simon but what about perv!reader who finally puts him in his place. He finally realizes he doesn't need to worry about you leaving him, and that he quite enjoys getting dominate by such a gorgeous woman

😵‍💫😵‍💫

yes yes i’ve been thinking about this for days

c/w: simon is a real pathetic loser in this one, perv!simon, femdom!reader, sub!simon, handjobs, edging, mentions of cunnilingus, use of petnames, mentions of fighting and sexual harassment against reader (not by simon and not graphic, mentioned in passing)

you were getting tired of his sulking and his tantrums. this was the second time this week that you had to end date night early because simon decided to start a fight. the first time was somewhat justified. this guy was getting handsy with you when simon popped to the bathroom so simon rearranged his face for him

this time, however, he was just being childish. the bartender had the nerve to compliment your necklace and simon found that to be unacceptable, deciding the only course of action was to lean over the bar, grip the back of his head and slam his face down onto the bar top

simon made excuses for his actions, claiming that the only reason he noticed your necklace was because he was looking at your tits, in front of him. you rolled your eyes when he said that, turning up the radio in his car and ignoring him for the rest of the journey home

he knew you were upset with him when you stormed inside but not without slamming the door of his truck first. he sighs and comes inside after you, following you to the kitchen and draping his large form over you from behind, hugging you as you pour a glass of wine

“y’mad at me, pet?” he mumbles in your ear, swaying you from side to side. his lips coming down to press soft kisses to the side of your neck

“yes, I’m mad at you, simon! you can’t keep hurting every guy who opens his mouth to me!” you exclaim, shaking your head. “you ruined date night, si!”

he frowns and buries his face into the crook of your neck, “m’sorry. lemme make it up to you.”

his hands move from your waist and up to your chest, shamelessly groping at your breasts. you groan and slap his hands away, slipping out from under his grip

“no, simon. enough is enough. you can’t keep acting like this all the time! you’re gonna get yourself into trouble one day!” you scold him, putting your hands on your hips to show you mean business

he looks down at his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. at least he has the decency to look ashamed. you hate how he looks up at you like a kicked puppy. he hates it when you’re upset with him, he’ll grovel and beg until you forgive him. he’s done it before and he looks ready to do it again

you walk up to him, placing your hands on his chest and pressing a kiss to his jaw over his mask. “you’ve been really distracted lately, haven’t you, baby? been so busy with work we haven’t been able to have any alone time, have we?” you coo at him

his eyes stop glancing around the room nervously and land right on yours, his hot whiskey eyes burning right into yours as you rake your nails down his chest to his leather belt. you hear his breathing pick up slightly, his gaze then moving down to watch your hands unbuckle his belt

“you gonna answer me, sweet boy?” you say, cupping his over his jeans and squeezing. he groans in response, hips bucking forward slightly. he nods his head, hands scrambling down to his trousers to hastily pull his zipper down. you shake your head, halting his progress which makes him let out a sound eerily similar to a whine

“yes.” he grunts out, grinding his hips against the palm of your hand when you place is back on his already rock hard cock

“‘yes’, what?” you say slipping your hands into his jeans and pulling his cock out through his open fly. you look down and let some spit dribble from your mouth onto his pretty pink tip

“yes, i’ve been distracted and busy.” he lets out through gritted teeth as you give a few experimental strokes to his dick. you respond with a soft hum

“I know, baby. you just need me to take care of you and then you’ll go back to being my good boy, won’t you?” you say with a sweet smile, picking up the pace of your hand

he responds with another nod of his head, unashamed whines and broken moans falling from his lips as he bucks his hips into your hand

“poor thing. don’t know how to act when your cock gets hard, do you, baby? all the blood runs south and you go all dumb.” you coo at him with a mocking pout, taking your other hand down to cup his aching balls, “what do you have to say for yourself?”

his cock is spilling warm precum all over your fingers each time you drag your hand up to the tip of his cock. his hands are gripping the marble top of the kitchen counter with so much tension, his knuckles are turning white, “m’sorry. fuck, ‘m so sorry. just don’t want anyone to take you from me.”

his confession does send a little stab to your heart. you know simon has his insecurities and it plays on his head. he’s always so nervous that you’ll leave him for someone better. someone who’s not as fucked up as him

you don’t stop working your hand on his cock even as tears welled up in his eyes. you can feel him getting close as you kiss his neck, “clearly, I’m not taking care of you enough, am I? because my simon doesn’t understand that he’s mine. this cock is mine.”

simon has never seen you take control like this, sex very much consists of simon using your body until you’re both overstimulated and exhausted, before this man curls up around you, asking for you to cuddle him :(

“you gonna cum, baby boy? I can feel you getting close.” you coo, your hand applying pressure to his sensitive tip each time you drag your hand upwards

“yes, yes, fuck. ‘m so close. ‘m gonna cum- fuck!” simon pants out, hips jerking sloppily as he feels his orgasm beginning to tighten up in his abdomen only for you to pull your hand away right as he was about to cum

“you think you get to act out the way you have and be rewarded? only good boys get to cum.” you say with fake sympathy laced in your tone, “go to the bedroom, take off your clothes and wait for me to come and deal with you. can you do that, handsome?”

your condescending tone makes his head feel all fuzzy, meaning all he can do his nod his head like the dumb little puppy you think he is :( his cock angry and twitching in the exposed cold air

“if you’re good then maybe I’ll let you eat my pussy.” you purr out, giving his cheek a few light taps before sending him on his way

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natriae · 16 days

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there's people that hate spam liking and i respect that but i simply love to see it. i see 99+ notes and it's one single person and i'm like go! go! go! go! godspeed!

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natriae · 16 days

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ushijima this ushijima that. No ushijima who thinks you are the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his entire life. He worships the ground you walk on.

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natriae · 16 days

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no alcohol in this flask girl this is miso soup

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natriae · 17 days

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if perv!simon and bluecollar!simon converged and created a little freak of a man who gets off at work every time the construction managers daughter stops by with coffee for all the guys. it's 7 in the morning and he's delirious but he's never seen something so perfect as *her*.

come over here so I can kiss you on your forehead anon

c/w: perv!simon, mentions of smut and simon being a little weirdo but nothing too graphic

he’s glad all that money that your father gets overpaid is being put some good use. at least his boss’ pretty little daughter is being taken care of. he’d hate for you to have to go without :(

you’re just so sweet, he thinks. much nicer than you’re prick of a father. every time you bring him a coffee with same amount of milk and sugar that he asks for every time, he feels his cock straining against his boxers. he just knows you’d take such good care of him

you’d send him off to work everyday with his coffee in a thermos and a sweet kiss, maybe a promise of a blowie when he gets home :)

never drinks when you come to the pub with your father. he learnt that you like to leave early, getting annoyed with all the horny dogs he works with trying to chat you up. one time you asked him for a lift home and he was too pissed to do it. he’ll never make that mistake again

tries to hide his eagerness when you finally ask him for a lift home again, nodding his head and trying to seem non-chalant but deep down he’s losing his mind that he gets to spend even a little bit of time with you

walks you out to his truck, holding the door open for you like a real gentleman would. simon is far from a gentleman, though. he just figured he needs to pretend to be. you thank him with a lovely smile and it takes everything for this loser not to cum in his pants

his small talk is so BAD. he spends all day keeping to himself. he is just simply a big man who likes to swing a sledgehammer at work and break things :( just let him eat your pussy PLEASE, he’ll make it so nice

walks you to your door like a proper man would, only so he can smell your hair when you turn your back to him to go inside. he’s actually such a little freak but he would be so good for you :( you’d never have to work a day. just cook and clean for him and suck his big, dumb cock when he gets home :(

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natriae · 18 days

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perv simon thought. he gets the girl and freaks out her dad when he goes over to meet the family. hes stone cold, blunt, talks about horrific things hes done, pervs at his girl (like with her mates). takes it as a challenge to be her no1 man

god I love him I need him carnally

c/w: simon has no sense of boundaries, groping, slight daddy kink, mentions of violence and murder

you had warned your parents that simon was a bit of an odd guy so they prepared themselves. clearly not enough, they think when they see this actual killing machine walk in behind you, fingers interlocked with his as he presses himself up against your back

refuses to shake either of your parents hands and doesn’t let go of your hand when you give them a hug. your parents give each other a side glance when simon casually pulls you down to sit on his thigh, his arm loosely wrapped around your stomach to keep you still

your father tries to give him the “can you protect my little girl?” talk and you start boasting about how your new man is a soldier! and you’re parents are like ‘oh, tell us more!’ in a friendly, intrigued way. to which simon responds with,

“I’ll kill anyone who prevents me getting home to her sooner. anyone.” in the bluntest tone you’ve ever heard. to your parents horror, you blush and kiss his cheek over that creepy skull balaclava he wears

you ramble on to your parents about how good simon is to you, how well he takes care of you and he makes you oh so happy. all the while, his hand is resting on the inside of your thigh, casually massaging the flesh there with a small smile hidden behind his mask

your parents leave you both alone for a while to cook dinner and whisper in hushed tones about this beast that’s currently feeling up their daughter in the other room. your soft giggles are very poorly hidden when simon slips a hand up your sundress, slapping it away when you notice your parents coming back

this sick, little freak will make some off-handed comment to your father about how you call him daddy too. family or not, no man will stand in between simon and his lovie

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natriae · 18 days

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nah obsessed!reader who secretly loves how "protective" he is

my brain is full of perv simon who finally gets the girl but he doesn't stop his weird habits. one of her friends tries to point it out this whole "you know he stares at you like you're meat right?" and that couldn't possibly be true?!?! her simon is the sweetheart who rests his head on her tummy to snooze. he'll have to get rid of the very bad people whispering in her ear!

god I just love this pathetic wretch of a man. this awful loser who just wants love :( he deserves that doesn’t he?

c/w: this is kinda dark, simon is a fucked up little freak but I just love him so much because he actually would never hurt you, obsessive!simon, perv!simon, mentions of weapons, nothing too graphic overall

he doesn’t blink, according to your friends. he sits next to you at every table, making sure you’re tucked into the corner. and then he just fucking stares at you the whole night. doesn’t say a word to any of your friends, only you

your friends herd you into the girls toilets, the only sanctuary from that overbearing weirdo you’ve bought out with you they say. they whisper to you about how strange he is, how it’s really odd that he walks around with a large knife holstered to his thigh despite what his job role is

and you’re just so surprised! what do you mean your friends don’t like your simon? your lovely man who does everything you ask for and all he asks in return is that you hold him and play with his hair whilst he has a sleep in your lap

yes, he’s kind of strange but he’s so good to you :( he’s just nervous around new people, you explain. his job is really hard and dangerous and he’s seen so many horrors, you justify. he’ll never hurt you, you’re certain

your friends exchange nervous glances before accepting that they’re just gonna have to deal with the strongest test known to man, dealing with your friends terrible boyfriends. you spend a couple minutes fixing your hair and lip gloss in the mirror before basically skipping over to the bathroom door, just so excited to go back to your man :( he gets separation anxiety when you’re gone too long

you’re oblivious to the look of dread and horror that spreads across your friends faces when you open the door to see that your boyfriend was stood directly behind it the entire time

you smile and immediately throw yourself into his arms, one of his own wrapping around you to squeeze you tightly against him. you’re blissfully ignorant to the way his eyes don’t leave theirs for a second, hand flexing around the handle of the knife attached to his thigh <3

“let’s go home, don’t like this place. there’s bad people ‘ere.” he grumbles to you, moving his hand to your lower back as he begins guiding you towards the door of the bar. you don’t argue, instead turning around to wave bye to your friends with a happy, content smile on your face

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natriae · 19 days

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“my back hurts,” osamu bends back, wincing with his eyes closed. it’s a saturday, post dinner rush, and he’s taking a break outside.

“maybe if you wore better shoes, you wouldn’t be bothered so much.”

your voice sounds distant through the phone speakers. his black high-tops kicks a pebble out of the way. very broken in, stained, and even a little ripped. he takes his hat off to rub his head before responding.

“but they match and look nice,”

“you can find nice, matching shoes with some support.”

osamu snorts. “those always look ugly,”

you laugh on the other line, and he grins. you groan, and hold the phone up closer to your lips.

“you’re a dork. we can look online later tonight, okay?”

“fine,” he sighs. he can hear the employees in the shop speaking louder, and he takes that as his queue to go back inside. “ya on yer way? yer favorite is the special tonight,”

he can feel you smile. “it’s the special every night. and yes, i’m only a couple blocks away.”

he pushes the back door open, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear as he puts his apron on again. he finishes the call and heads straight to the seating area to set your table up with the plastic reserved sign. like he does every saturday night.

he might even join you this time. just to rest his back, like he does every saturday.

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natriae · 19 days

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Thinking... thinking about viking!ghost and some dubcon breeding kink.... like, you're coming in me whether you like it or not, I'm keeping you...

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natriae · 20 days

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tw// mentions of injuries and cuts, nothing else that i can think of (lmk)

Being in a relationship with simon can be hard sometimes. He's gone for month's at a time leaving you with no knowledge of where he is or if he's even safe. You trust him, you do really, but this time around you've been noticing your anxiety spiking at random times.

Subconsciously praying no more horrible things happen to him. He won't tell you much, but if his insomnia and nightmares tell you anything it's that he's experienced a lot. More than just his family issues. You've caught your mind wondering off from work wondering if he's gotten enough rest, if he's eaten enough, or even if he misses you.

When you and Simon began dating you knew it would take a lot of emotional maturity to be with him. Things often worked out in your favor and the two of you never pushed each other for more, but watching your friend's cuddle up with their partners or holding hands cracks something in you. You don't even know when or if your boyfriend will be home.

Sleepless nights and your own supervisor noticing your lack of productivity. Your friend's take notice of your distress and beg you for a night out. You tell them you're tired and end the night tossing and turning in your bed. Weeks go by of the same routine, and Simon's pillow begans to lose his scent.

Eventually, one night in the middle of spring, the click of the lock being opened grabs your attention. Your body standing up wanting to run into his arms, but that's not the kind of relationship you and Simon have. You resort to standing in the entry way waiting for your big, burly man to walk through.

His short, dirty blond hair is messy on his head as a black mask covers his mouth and nose. You're surpised he's not wearing his baklava, but you've missed him far to much to care. Ghost was left back at the barracks, the man before you wears a black sweatshirt and balck tatical pants. His boots are muddy, but he doesn't make the effort to take them off quite yet. His duffle bag drops to the floor as he walks over to you.

One day you hope you'll be able to run and jump into his arms, but for now your okay with having him come to you. His left hand comes behind your head as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

"I'm going to get a shower, love" he gruff voice states before unlacing his boots and walking past you. That crack in your heart felt bigger now. You know you won't hurt him, he knows too, but PTSD doesn't just go away.

He loved your independence. He loved that you didn't need him to survive, and while that may be true now that you've been with him it you know how badly it hurts when he's not there. You don't want to be needy. You don't want simon to think your whiny, but if your not the right person for him you'd encourage him to find them. Yet the thought of leaving him brings would bring a gash on your heart that would never heal.

Walking to your shared room you grab a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for him to put on after his shower. Allowing him the option to cover any healing wounds. It's late and you know he wouldn't want you up worring.

Opening the bathroom door Simon finds you zoned out while grabbing your pajamas for the night. You hand aimlessly placed in the dresser draw while your eyes rarely blink. His large palm rests on your shoulder nearly scaring you half to death.

"love, is everything alright," his eyebrows furrow as he takes in your reaction. You know better then to lie him. He always knows.

You guide him to the edge of your bed and sit next to him. "Simon," you take a deep breath attempted to keep the tears at bay. "I missed you," you continue quietly looking down at you fidgeting hands. He waits for you to continue before speaking. " I just, this time was harder around," glancing up to see his expression you know he understands what your talking about. His rough hands cradle your face wiping the tears that escaped.

"I need you to tell me what you need," is all he said sound more like a command rather than comfort, but you know he's trying. He wants this to work out as much as you do.

"just..just hold me please,"

And at that he makes sure his arms curl around you as the two of you lay under the sheets. Your ear resting just above his heartbeat reminding you that he will always be here for you.

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