proper fed — simon “ghost” riley
simon ghost riley x fem!chubby reader
warnings: tried to mimick his accent in the writing but i probably failed cause im extremely southern
when ghost comes home, he’s all worn-out muscle and quiet exhaustion, his broad frame leaning against the doorway as he watches you from beneath that ever-present balaclava. but the second he sees you—curled up in one of his old shirts, all soft and waiting for him—his shoulders ease just a little.
“missed you, love,” he mutters, voice thick and gruff as he strides over, pulling you into his arms like he’s been starvin’ for the feel of you. his hands, rough and calloused from too many fights, find your waist, squeezing just enough to make you shiver.
“you’ve lost weight again,” you scold, smoothing your hands over his chest, frowning at the way his body feels sharper, leaner.
“been busy, ain’t i?” he grumbles, but you’re already dragging him toward the couch, settling yourself in his lap as you grab the plate you made for him earlier. He doesn’t argue—not when you’re all warm and snug against him, not when he can feel the soft press of your thighs over his own.
the telly’s on, some football match playing, and he barely glances at it as you lift a forkful of food to his lips. “c’mon, si,” you murmur, tapping it lightly against his mask. “up.”
with a quiet sigh, he pulls it up just enough, letting you see the sharp cut of his jaw, the hint of stubble he never quite gets rid of. and when he takes that first bite, his eyes flutter shut for a brief second, a low groan rumbling in his chest.
“bloody hell, you tryna fatten me up, sweetheart?” he mutters, cockney drawl thicker now that he’s home, safe, warm.
you grin, feeding him another bite. “maybe. can’t have you wasting away, yeah?”
his arms tighten around you, one hand settling on your hip, thumb rubbing slow circles over the softness there. “gonna make me proper spoiled, you are.”
but he doesn’t complain—doesn’t stop you from feeding him, doesn’t stop himself from pressing his face into your neck between bites, inhaling deep, like he’s trying to memorize the way you smell. and when the match ends and he’s full, relaxed, his hands stay where they are, holding you close, keeping you exactly where you belong.
Whoever wrote this, slayed so hard with all these statements, truer words have never been spoken
“my fuckin’ pussy” simon says as he’s pounding you in a mating press. your heel-clad feet are hung over his burly shoulders, flopping with every thrust.
“mmmn, yer fuckin” pussy” you slurred back.
“oh my, we’ve gotta talker, doing a little repeat after me? fuckin’ simon says, huh?”
he’s such a tease.
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doctor stephen strange ✧ .・pink floyd, classic 80s movies, forehead kisses , halloween enthusiast, 3am bedtime, overworking himself, red wine, showering together, woody cologne, strong hugs, world famous pesto pasta, gentleman, a warm chest to fall asleep against after a bad day, fashion = 80's dilf aesthetic (chandler bing).
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dinner and diatribes, hozier
so it goes, taylor swift
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oh, pretty woman, ray orbison
fresh out the slammer, taylor swift
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simon 'ghost' riley ✧ .・changing your car tires, emotional tap outs where you tease him before kissing him, shaving his facial hair propped up on the sink, a gun under your bed, overprotective glares, pick up truck, pullups to kiss you, homemade lunches, greasy diner food, critiquing action movies (ceo of '"tha' shit doesn' even happen"), biceps to bite, having to cook for 4 even if its just the pair of you, gentle physical reassurance.
your woman, white town
jigsaw falling into place, radiohead
mask off, future
starstruck, sorry
mockingbird, eminem
abracadabra, steve miller band
keep their heads ringing, dr. dre
fresh out the slammer, taylor swift
pretty fly (for a white guy), the offspring
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