Precious - A Simon Riley HC
just silly fluff - two little hcs - i haven’t reread this
photo credits entirely to @ave661
oh heartless simon riley? oh, "shut up, bitch" simon riley?
what about tired, cuddly simon riley? what about overly touchy simon riley? what about simon riley who would definitely be one of those guys who acts tough, but the second he gets home to you nothing could pull him away from his favourite girl?
on the bus home from work, his mask would be pulled down, the white skull-face mask stretching over his strong nose, and his blue eyes encircled by dark paint. headphones in, head down, unintentionally scaring the shit out of anyone who walks past.
you’d be a little intimidated to sit by him, with his shady mask and all-black, practical clothing that covers those broad shoulders and his tall stature. he’s a weapon of a man.
but when he was standing outside of your front door, and looking down to see your loving face staring right back up at him, not even that mask could hide his smile. his headphones were no longer in his ear and instead dangled a little out of his pockets. he needed to hear you, to give you all of his attention.
as soon as the door clicks shut behind him, he drops his bag, arms instantly reaching out to hold you, as if the action was built into him. as if you were second nature to him.
"hey, darling…" he grins, as you gently pull his mask up, amused to watch you try to sort out his messy hair. that short, light hair that’s been scruffed up under his mask all day.
"missed ya."
naturally, the same little grin stays on his face as he leans down to your level, aligning your lips to his with a gentleness that no one could else could ever have suspected and kisses you. strong arms hold you, pulling you in, so that his muscular back is practically shielding you. and yet, every movement is so gentle, treating you like the most precious thing in the world.
"d’ya miss me too, love?" he whispers, his breath close to your cheeks as he’s barely able to part his lips from you.
i feel like, in the mornings, simon would not be helping you get up and start your day. in fact, he’d actively work against you, begging you to stay with him for just a ‘few more minutes’ (in other words, at least 2 more hours). or he’d bribe you, with promises of kisses, and your favourite food (which he definitely isn’t that great at cooking), and back rubs, and just about anything he can think of. i mean, this man cannot bear to let you leave him in the mornings.
sometimes, he’ll pull his body weight on top of you, acting like a very heavy weighted blanket. he’d lay his head on your chest, sneakily nuzzling his face into it, with his broad chest pinning you down at the stomach and his hands slowly stroking up and down your sides and your arms.
"simon…" you’d groan, "please, i have work…"
"zzz…" he’d make very exaggerated snoring noises, pretending to be asleep, with one eye fluttering open and closed to peek up at you. he’s not a very believable actor.
"alright, big guy, get off…"
"can’t, m’sleeping on you," he’d whisper, a little smirk forming on his face. oh, he thinks he’s so funny.
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ceo!miguel who’s an asshole and super mean in public but is literally so soft for you in private.
in the company, you’re miguel’s right hand man. if anyone tried to get to him, they had to go through you. everyone thinks he treats you too harshly, you’re a sweetheart to everyone who comes into contact with you, and they just don’t understand how you put up with him.
“jesus christ y/n, all i ask is that you do this one thing correct. it’s like i’m surrounded by incompetence everywhere i go.” miguel pinches the bridge of his nose. he exhales heavily out of his nose. you roll your eyes,
“miguel please, you act like i’m not the one who keeps this company running smoothly. i make one mistake and you act like this entire building is gonna collapse. if anyone was surrounded by incompetence it’s definitely not you.” you were nice, not a pushover. but miguel was a pushover apparently, because as soon as the two of you got home he was tugging on your shirt like a guilty toddler.
“sorry about earlier, babe. you know i love you. i was just stressed, what can i do to make it up to you, hm?” his large body somehow seemed to shrink out of guilt. you sigh.
“i understand, but if you blow up on me again you’re gonna have to do a lot more than apologize. i’m deadass.” you cross your arms in warning, quirking up an eyebrow. miguel snakes his arms around your waist from behind and kisses your cheek.
“i know, i know. i’m sorry.” he sighs. he rests his chin on the top of your head.
“you know i love you, right?” he says, rocking you from side to side.
“mhm, you better.” you say nodding. miguel chuckles.
“miguel, you should make dinner tonight since you love me so much.” you suggest, you did this every time miguel blew up on you, which wasn’t often because he was whipped for you. but whenever it did happen, you made sure to milk the situation for all it was worth.
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