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dreeamscapeee · 10 months

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You made me cry at work😭

ORPHIC — A Simon Riley fic.

❱ This is a longer version of the au I posted on tiktok ^^ I do apologize for the repetitive use of some words. I'm working on expanding my vocabulary! Your kind word means a lot to me, especially the readers on tiktok, you guys mean a lot to me ! ꜝ？This fic may contain heavy topics such as death, depression and melt-downs, if any of those are not to your liking. Please do so exit the fic. Angst warning!

the fic is unedited, grammatical/spelling errors may be found!

➴ SYNOPSIS — On a particular mission, you and your lover finds each other fatally injured. With a promise to meet each other again on your next life, you held each other as the explosion erupted. Only for him to wake up the next day, without you.

ORPHIC — (n.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding.

"[name]?!"

He frantically called, dropping the weapons he held to take a good look at your figure who collapsed on the floor.

The mission had been awfully longer than they anticipated, by the time the third hour arrived, you and Ghost already had fatal wounds.

He hardly swallowed, feeling his throat dry.

He would rarely call you by your actual name. Ghost always abide by the rules, lover or not, he called you by your callsign through the battles you fought with together,

This one, however, happens to be an exception.

Your panting chest, bloody body, and exhausted expressions stated so.

He knew, you knew.

He was only grateful you were with him.

The physical pain had caught up to him, he sat beside you. Taking your dainty form close to his, holding you close to him. You could hear his heartbeat,

They were oddly calm.

"Lieutenant—"

"Simon. It's your Simon."

He mumbled, taking your hands in his. Clasping them together gently,

You gasped for air, though in his arms it felt as if you could still conquer ten groups of syndicate. He held you so gently, so protectively. You swallowed,

"Simon?"

"mm?"

"I hope I loved you enough in this lifetime."

You could hear his breathy chuckle, the rasp in his voice another proof of his exhaustion.

"You're rushing, doll, we are still at the part where we reminisce about the memories yea?"

You smiled at his words, disregarding the growing pain on your abdomen. You noticed his own body, the scars and blood covered your lovers figure, You knew it was inevitable.

Without mentioning anything about your wilting bodies, you smiled up at him.

"We haven't lived enough yet." You spoke.

"Indeed,"

"We'll just have to meet in our next one and make the most of what we missed in this one."

Your smile grew, "I didn't know you believed in reincarnation, Si."

"For you, I will. This life failed us," He spoke with weak determination, "This isn't our end, [name].

I'll find you just as I did before."

With one final kiss, he held your body tighter to his. Covering your ears as protection for the upcoming explosion, as he whispered sweet nothings,

"If I'm as grumpy in our next life, Please find it in you to be as patient as you are to me in this one. I love you, [name], see you there alright?"

It wasn't long until a blinding explosion defeaned both of your ears, the noise was much bearable for you as he covered your ears tightly. Pressing your body close to his, Well it is the last thing he did, love you and hold you til you both accepted the inevitable fate you've been bestowed.

At his very last moments, he held you tight.

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"I'll find you in our next life."

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"See you there, alright?"

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"Love me just as much as you did on this one."

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Soon after the final explosion, Price made sure to clear the place. The eerie silence of Ghost's nonexistent callouts haunted him, along with the walkie he found which belonged to you.

He knew there was one answer, but he had a tiny speck of hope. You and Ghost never failed them, it was this life that had failed you countless times.

"Captain, it's been hours, it's just—let's try to be realistic. There's no way Lieutenant would be so quiet unless he—"

"Have trust in them. They're both strong."

As the two discussed whatever conclusions were the most possible, Gaz had found himself in a particularly secluded room. It was wrecked, obvious that the explosion did not spare it,

"Cap.. captain, you might want to see this."

With hitched breaths, the three of them stared at what the room unfolds.

His arms wrapped around you protectively, dried blood covered the two of you as you held each other. The sight pinched the soldiers heart, how could such a tragic sight depict so much love?

The two of you laid, almost showing no signs of life. Price had to drop his equipment, staring at the sight and taking in the vulnerability and acceptance you both showed,

"They held each other." Soap mumbled,

"Tightly." Gaz whispered, staring at the grip your cold hands had on ghosts arms that wrapped around you lovingly.

Price found himself approaching the two, with a heavy heart. He checked for a sign of life—anything—holding your pulse first,

Nothing.

"They're gone."

He whispered, the silence of the room almost suffocating the room. None of them had yet broken down, though they felt as if their knees would give out. Price reached for Ghost's after checking yours,

Eyes widening as he frantically double checked Ghost,

"There's—He's still breathing."

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By the time evac had arrived, Price had known it was far too late to save both. He knew this was now their reality. As he sat outside the room where Ghost lay unconscious, completely unaware of the world he’ll wake up to, unaware that he’d live to see that his lover is now gone.

Price felt his stiff heart ache as the thought of them accepting the inevitable death whilst in the arms of each other. How could the two of you receive such a cruel end? Not only were you separated, you had passed thinking you remained in the arms of your love,

He also knew you would hold no grudge if you find out that Ghost had survived the tragic explosion, Price could imagine the gentle smile on your lips while saying ‘I know he will, he’s always been tough.’

He closed his eyes shut, holding his head as he rested his arms on his weak knees, “how the hell am i supposed to tell him.” standing up to return to his station, looking at the window to see Ghost’s resting figure.

As days went by, Price had to argue with people to push further the funeral. It can’t happen yet, not without ghost. He knew he could only delay it for a few more days. He had faith in his comrade, but at the same time that hope easily withers as days pass them by like a blur.

“Captain if we don’t proceed with the funeral, [name]’s body, it’ll—”

“We have to wait for him.” he interjected sternly, glaring at the soldier, “we have to.”

He knew his logic had given out in favour of his emotions, he can't bring himself to betray simon. Not when he's already been through so much, he'd already lost the person he cared for the most, He just can't do this to him.

“Captain the body, they're doing everything they can to help preserve [name]. But if this keeps on, the body will decay completely! Do you think the lieutenant would be delighted to see the person he loves rotting? He wouldn't—I'm sorry captain. This needs to be done, with or without him.”

Price grimaced, the corner of his eyes wrinkling as he closed his eyes shut. He pinched the bridge of his nose, before nodding with a heavy heart.

“Very well.”

“Proceed with the funeral.”

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“Si, have I told you how much I love your eyes?”

“‘Mm? Yeah, all the time, doll.”

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. You loved the way his eyes squint whenever he’d smile, even the slightest smile he shows, you loved it every single time.

“I love looking at them, they look really pretty.”

“You think so?” He asks, caressing your face.

“I know so. I want them to be the last things I admire before I pass away.”

His eyes weakly fluttered open, his breaths shallow but much more stable than before. He’d woken up certain that he’ll turn to see your peaceful face, away from the wars, away from the scars of the battles you both conquered, he knew and was certain he’ll turn to his side to see you peacefully resting with him after the turmoil you've both overcome, as proven of the light that blinded him when his eyes fluttered open,

As soon as his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he sat up with a relieved sigh. Turning to his side, prepared to caress your soft skin.

His breath hitched.

You weren't there.

You weren't anywhere near his proximity. Where are you? He finds himself sitting on an empty hospital bed with nothing but his dumbfounded state. He looked around, observing the place with a tired frown. He felt rage. Why is a dextrose connected to him? That was where your hand rested before the explosion killed the both of you,

..right?

“[name]?”

He whispered, standing up, ignoring the piercing pain he felt all over his body. Pulling the dextrose and removing it from his arm roughly,

Why is he breathing? Why is he alive?

“Hell, what is this?”

No. no no no no no no no.

He stormed out of the room, uncaring about the strange looks thrown towards him as he opened each and every room of the hospital. Panic surging through his body, he won't accept it, he won't. You've gotta be inside one of these god forsaken rooms,

Shocked screams and gasps were heard by every door he opened, abruptly interrupting the patients as he searched for those particular eyes. That particular person he needs. He was determined. In one of these rooms, you would be laying down on the bed, resting, waiting for him.

If he’d survived, you surely did, too.

He won't live otherwise, not without you. And so he continued barging inside rooms, panting and grumbling to himself everytime a different pair of eyes looks at him in terror, they weren't your eyes, you wouldn't have looked at him with a petrified expression, you would look at him with a smile,

Like you always do.

You open your arms and wait for him to close the distance and embrace you, pressing your bodies tightly against each other like he did the night of the explosion.

“Lieutenant!”

Price’s voice rang through the silent hallways, with workers of the hospital frantically following the two of them, “what are you doing simon—”

“Where are they?”

“Where is [name]?!”

He angrily snapped, voice strained with venom as he started to feel himself fall into a hysteria.

“Where’s my [name], john?” he repeats, this time weaker. Desperate for answers, desperate for your whereabouts, desperate for you.

“Simon, let's calm down. Let's go back to the room and talk.” Price tried to calm him, slowly making his way towards his friend, aiming to take him back and avoid him from causing another scene.

“No.” he shakes his head in disbelief, tears brimming on the verge of falling, “tell me where they are.”

Price felt his heart sunk, he'd never seen the hard-headed ghost look so vulnerable and desperate. “Simon, come on let's go.”

“Price. Where's my [name]?”

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“They're gone.”

Price had managed to pull the hysteric Simon back into his room and sat him down on the bed despite his protest and cries. The sight crushed price’s heart,

“No.” ghost protests, “they're most certainly not.”

Price looked down, sitting himself down as well. Unable to take the lump suffocating on his throat. Ghost’s voice destroyed him, and he bet it would crush your soul to see your lover ask so desperately for you.

“When evac came, [name]’s already dead. It was too late, Simon, I'm sorry.”

“Then why!?”

Price looked up at Simon's sudden question, “why the hell did you think i wished to live if it was too late for [name]?!”

“Why did you have to save me, price?” he weakly stood up, looking down at price as tears fell down his eyes. They were tears of rage and grief—tears that he had rarely shown anyone but you.

“Saving me knowing I'll wake up without my [name], what did you— what did the lot of you think? Now tell me,

Tell me what ill do, tell me price, what the fuck should i do?”

He cried, weeping his unfeeling heart out. He can't feel anything, none worth mentioning—the hurt of losing you plagued his heart,

“I can't, price, I can't do this.”

“Send me out there, make me fight those syndicates, have me tortured for months but not this—not this, i beg you. Don't make me live without [name]. Don't do this to me.”

Price felt his own tears pool his eyes, he couldn't take it. Not when Ghost stared at him with contempt and helplessness.

“Take me back to [name].”

“Please.”

Without you, there was nothing else left for him. Without you, he wouldn't wake up looking forward to meeting those eyes that once looked at him with adoration. Without you, he wouldn't feel that extraordinary love you had saved only for him. Without you, he won't feel. Without you, he is nothing at all.

Nothing but a breathing piece of sorrow revived to a body which was once happy with you.

Without you he's simply nothing.

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dreeamscapeee · 11 months

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This is the one🤭❗️❗️

You Belong to Me (Request)

Jealous Travis and Jason Tatum, I'm in heaven!

Words: 1,158

Warnings: Angst and mentions of smut, nothing too crazy

Wherever Travis went, women flocked to him. If you told anyone this, you might sound jealous, but it was true. You knew it was because he was a 6’5” sex god, and honestly you couldn’t blame them. The only thing that bothered you was that some women were so bold, that even though they knew you were together, they weren’t afraid to flirt with him in front of you. He was always polite and made a point to let them down nicely, and you would have a good laugh about it in private, but deep down it bothered you.

You were sitting courtside with Travis and Jason at the last Philly 76ers home game, trying to grab one of Travis’ chicken tenders. He slapped your hand, giving you narrowed eyes. “Stop, baby. If you want your own, we can get you some.” “I don’t want my own, I want yours.” You gave him your best pouty lips and puppy dog eyes, making him immediately cave. “Fine.” You took one, your eyes wide with joy. Trying to dip in the ketchup was the last straw. “Just take it.” He held the tray out to you, and you gave him a peck on the cheek before chowing down.

As you were wiping sauce off your mouth, you noticed a pretty, petite blonde making a b-line for Travis from the other side of the court. She brushed past you, positioning her phone for a selfie. “Hi, can I get a picture with you Travis, I’m a huge fan.” Travis shot her his million-watt smile as he stood and took a couple of pictures with her. “Thanks so much!” Any other fan would have walked away, but she was determined to continue flirting. She was painfully obvious, twirling her hair around her finger. You rolled your eyes, turning your focus back to the food on your lap. “Congrats on your Super Bowl win, I’m a big fan, watched all of your games.” Travis nodded his head, letting out an uncomfortable laugh. “Thanks, it’s still surreal.” He sat back down, hoping she would get the hint that he wanted to watch the game. She was oblivious. You weren’t looking at them, but you were definitely listening in. “Are you excited for the off season?” Jason gave you a look across Travis’ lap, trying to hold in a laugh. “Yeah, me and my girlfriend are traveling right now.” She gave you a glance, stumbling over her words when she saw you glaring back at her. “Oh, that’s good. Have a good night.” She gave a small wave before walking off.

Jason couldn’t hold it any longer, letting out a loud chuckle. “Oh my god. That was so painful.” Travis’ face blushed red as he took a sip of his beer. “Fuck, man. She was trying way too hard.” He looked over at you, but you were avoiding eye contact, overcome with jealousy. He stretched his arm over your chair, but you brushed him off. “What’s wrong with you?” You were mad at yourself for even caring about his interaction, but you couldn’t help it. “Ooh, Travis, you’re so cute, you’re so sexy. Do you wanna go fuck in the bathroom of the arena?”, you mocked the fan, making Travis laugh. “Are you jealous?” He gave you a kiss on the forehead, pulling you into his side. You crossed your arms over your chest. “Nope.” You popped the p, hoping you were convincing.

In the 3rd quarter, Jason Tatum from the Celtics went to save the ball from out of bounds, stumbling into the court side seats, landing right in your lap. He managed to knock over multiple drinks and buckets of popcorn, luckily nothing landing on you. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” You brushed off his apology, giving him a smile. “Yeah, no worries.” He walked back onto the court, keeping his focus on you. “I owe you one.” He gave you a wink. You adjusted your jacket, sitting back in your chair when you saw Travis looking at you. “What?” you were nonchalant, knowing this was driving Travis up the wall. “What the hell was that?” You pulled out your phone to look up Jason’s stats. You didn’t care about him at all, but knowing it was making Travis squirm made you happy. Time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Did you know he has the most points scored in a quarter this year?” you read off stats as Travis started to get heated. He snatched your phone out of your hand, closing the internet app before he put it in his pocket. “You don’t need to look at his fuckin’ stats, you don’t even care about basketball." You couldn’t have planned it better if you tried. Every time the Celtics came down the court, Jason made a point to either smile at you or strike up a conversation, and you engaged out of pure pettiness. Your boyfriend adjusted in his seat every time he jogged down the court. He was trying to display that you were taken, either placing his arm over your lap, or giving you small kisses.

Once the game was over, Travis grabbed your hand, pulling you through the tunnel before any of the players could come over. You stumbled over your heels, struggling to keep up with Travis’ long strides. “Hey, slow down! What’s wrong?” He pushed you into the Uber, sitting next to you, followed by Jason. You thought you had made him jealous, but it was obvious that he was pissed. The car ride back to the hotel was painfully silent. You rode the elevator up to the 13th floor in silence as well as you tried to figure out a way to apologize.

You said good night to Jason as he headed to his own room and locked the door behind you. “Travis, I’m sorry, I was just mess-“ he cut you off with a passionate kiss to your lips, pulling your bottom lip into his mouth before letting go. “What was that for?” you stumbled back, stunned by his actions. “Whatever you were trying to do, it worked.” He peeled his sweatshirt off, revealing his toned, hair chest. You couldn’t even catch your breath before he was trying to unzip your jacket. “Jealous, huh?” He nodded, laughing. “Fuck, yes. I’m not competing with anyone for your attention, baby.” You started feeling bad for putting Travis through that to mend your own feelings. “Hey, I belong to you, Travis. No one else could ever have my attention over you. I love you.” He picked you up, plopping you down on the bed. “I love you too, baby. You do owe me for stealing my chicken tenders.” You covered your face, your cheeks turning red. “I think I know a way to make it up to you.” You pulled him by the drawstring of his short, your lips crashing in a passionate kiss.

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dreeamscapeee · 11 months

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Restarted the game just for him🥹🫶🏾

My landsmeet in a nutshell

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dreeamscapeee · 1 year

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Hey I been trying to find some good NH podcast clips that I can use but I can’t really find any good ones can y’all send some to me pleasseeeee🙏🏾

#travis kelce #kansas city cheifs #x reader #nfl x reader #nfl football

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dreeamscapeee · 1 year

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Hey I been trying to find some good NH podcast clips that I can use but I can’t really find any good ones can y’all send some to me pleasseeeee🙏🏾

#x reader #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce

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dreeamscapeee · 1 year

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Missin It

©_𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚢_𝟸𝟶𝟸3

GIF is not mine.

Pairings: Travis Kelce x Black Female Reader

Warnings: RPF, fluff, angst, oral (female receiving) smut and swearing. If you’re a minor - do not interact.

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: Hello angels don't hate me, but I will be branching out of writing solely for WWE wrestlers. I know the majority of my followers have come from my wrestling imagines, but a girl has other love interests. If you don't fuck with it - please feel free to ignore this imagine. Travis Kelce needs more imagines out there and here I am doing my diligence. As a young British babe, I do not know anything about the NFL, so the story will take place after the Superbowl. This is such a long ass A/N, but I just wanted to let you angels know. Anyways, enjoy and feedback is always welcomed!

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It has been almost two years since your split from NFL heartthrob Travis Kelce. The media thinks that the breakdown was caused due to time zone differences and work schedules but that could have been farther from the truth. Travis decided to cheat on you with a random waitress from the club and he could not even have the decency to tell you himself. The fact that the random waitress wanted to DM you on Instagram and come to you as a woman, was what made you lose your shit. At first you thought it was just a jealous fan, until she decided to send a video of herself giving your man, head.

Like seriously the audacity and gumption of this whore. At first you honestly thought it was just a random white dude’s cock, until you noticed the small mole Travis had just above his pelvic bone. In that moment you realised it was your man, and you shut down from Travis, both emotionally, mentally and physically. As if you would let him touch you, after fucking a waitress, who clearly had no morals or self-respect, knowing full well that the man she was about to fuck, had a girlfriend.

Two years later, you still don’t know why you gave that man grace and allowed him to spin the narrative that the breakup was amicable. That is what happens when you fall in love with a 6’5 man that calls you babygirl and gives you good dick. Maybe some part of you still cared for the guy at the time and wanted to not come across like the bitter ex-girlfriend to his fans, since you were not in the media. That is neither here nor there as it is all in the past now. You have attempted to get your “revenge body” as the insta baddies would say and you are in a much happier headspace.

You have tried to get back into the dating spirit after you completed all the stages of mourning a breakup but none of the men you dated had that certain Travis je ne sais quoi. You hated that you kept comparing every man you started a talking stage with, to Travis Kelce. It got to the point where you decided to stop dating altogether. That was the best decision for you in that time, as it allowed you to put a band aid on the wound, Travis left. However, that wound never truly healed, even two years on.

The Superbowl was fast approaching and everywhere you looked on social media, you would see Travis and his teammates talking about the upcoming game. Seeing the man, you once loved with your entire being happy, made you feel happy even if he did really hurt you. You heard your friend calling at you, which snapped you out of your own thoughts. “Hmm…?” You hummed as you looked over at your friend. “Girl, if you don’t get over that cheating ass white boy, I will pull your lace front off.” Mallory said to you, and she shook her head disappointedly. “Girl, what did my lace ever do to you?” You asked as you patted your hair soothingly.

Mallory rolled her eyes, before changing the tv channel and handing you a glass of white wine. Mallory was your best friend, and to say she was your rock throughout your breakup with Travis would be a lie. She was like your lifeline, when you were going through your mourning stage. “I know how bad he hurt you, (Y/N). I just don’t want you hurting yourself by looking at him and reopening that big ass wound he left.” She said as you took the glass from her. You smiled at her knowingly before taking a sip of your drink.

The two of you spent the remainder of the evening, watching Love Is Blind and gossiping about anything under the sun. You were not too sure when, but you had drifted off tp sleep. Your head on Mallory’s shoulder, whilst she was lightly snoring. Even when that girl was asleep, she still had to make noise. You laughed quietly to yourself as you got up and searched for your phone. You noticed you had a text message from Donna, Travis’ mother. You were not sure as to why she would message you out of the blue.

When you and Travis were dating, you had a good relationship with his parents, Donna and Ed Kelce. Donna and you were very close, since she never had any girls, she always referred to you as the daughter she never had. You unlocked your phone and looked at the message. ‘Hey (Y/N)! I know this might be a long shot and you have every right to say no, darling. But I was wondering if you were coming to the game? It would be good to see you!’ You stared at the message for a few seconds, registering the message. Donna was a sweet woman, but you were not going to involve yourself with his family, since you were no longer his girlfriend.

Mallory stirred in her sleep, and you quickly looked up to see her. “What?” She mumbled as she sat up. “Was I talking in my sleep again?” She asked and you shook your head no. “Travis’ mom just sent me a text, asking if I am going to the game.” You explained and she rolled her eyes. “I hope you didn’t respond.” She warned and you nodded. “I know better than to involve myself, Mal.” You told her as you got up and went to the kitchen. “Good, because if you go down that path it will be messy, (Y/N).” She said sternly before following you.

You knew your friend was right, but Donna was a nice woman and you both shared a deeper connection that she would understand. You guess you saw her as a motherly figure since your own relationship with your mother was not the best. You watched your friend enter the kitchen and watch you closely. “Mal please. I am a grown woman and I know my actions have consequences. Donna didn’t hurt me, it was Travis.” You stated before grabbing your things to head home. “If you get hurt, I will not hesitate to say I told you so.” She called out. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Mal!” You said as you left for your house.

It had been two weeks since you received the text from Donna. The pair of you were now communicating only briefly, to arrange a coffee date. You planned to meet on a day, where you had an off day from work which was Wednesday. The day approached for you to meet, Donna Kelce. You did not know what to except from this counter, but you were feeling open minded. You arrived at the suggested café and walked in to see Donna sitting by the window. “Donna?” You said softly as you approached the table. “(Y/N), darling!” Donna said excitedly she embraced you in a warm hug. “It is so good to see you and look at you….” She said as she pulled back from the hug and looked you over. “Wow.” She stated with a bright smile.

You felt your cheeks warm up at the compliments as you smiled at her. “Don you're too kind. You are looking good as well.” You said as you both took a seat. “Mom….” You heard a voice say and you instantly knew who it belonged to before she responded. “Travis, come sit.” She said as she looked over your shoulder. You looked at Donna in shock, before standing up. Why you didn’t expect this to be one of the many outcomes of your meeting was unknown to you, but here you are. “Please, don’t go. Both of you sit and I’ll get us all some coffee.” She said as she ushered Travis over and looked at you pleadingly.

You sighed before sitting back down, Travis came and sat opposite you and your heart skipped a beat. You avoided eye contact with him, so you brought your phone out of your bag and busied yourself by swiping around on your phone. “Hey, (Y/N).” Travis whispered and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You let out a small scoff before standing up. You finally looked at Travis and plucked up the courage you had been building over the last two years to say what was on your mind. “Fuck you, Travis Kelce. After everything we have been through, not once have you opened your mouth to apologise for the hurt you brought me. Now you want to say ‘hey’, like we are on good terms. Fuck you and your hey. Tell Donna that I can’t do this.” You said calmly before leaving the café.

Oddly enough, you felt lighter after leaving the café. You walked into the car park and started heading for your car, when you heard someone calling your name. That someone being Travis Kelce of course. You did not need to say anything more or anything less to that man, so you continued walking. As that man was a long ass human, he caught up to you in minutes. He gently grabbed your arm to stop you from moving. You yanked your arm from his grip and turned around to look at him. The look in your eyes must have taken him aback because he just kept looking at you blankly.

“So, you ran out here, to stop me in the middle of a car park and stare at me. Un fucking believable.” You said as you rolled your eyes, before turning back around and walking towards your car once again. Travis followed you and didn’t speak, until you were about to open your door. He placed his hand over the door, to stop you from opening it. “I am sorry. Fuck. I am so sorry, (Y/N). I am a dumbass, I should have never left it for this long to tell you I am sorry. You did not deserve that. I hated myself after I did it and I hated the fact that I let you walk out of my life, without trying to fight for you and us.” He said behind you.

You turned around to look at him and laughed, “Two years fucking late. Stuff your half ass apology up your ass.” You said coldly as you looked up at him. “You are still so fucking stubborn, I see.” Travis mumbled under his breath. “And you’re still a cheater, Travis Kelce. Now move your fucking hand away from my car or else I will scream.” You said as you looked around at the people walking about. Travis removed his hand and raised them up in the air as a form of surrender. “Whether you believe me or not, I am sorry babygirl.” He said and left to go back into the café. He knew how your body reacted when he called you babygirl, and for him to throw it in after apologising was a mind fuck. Was he sincere or was that a subtle fuck you.

You decided to brush it off and go home. Seeing Travis brought up all the feelings and emotions you thought you healed from. Then the icing on the cake was him calling you babygirl. Shaking your head at the pet name, you called Mallory and updated her on the events that took place in the café, on your way home. After parking your car, you head to your front door when you feel your phone vibrate, Donna had sent you a text message saying she was sorry. You knew she meant no harm in trying to bring you and Travis back together, but it was not her place. Her son fucked up, she shouldn’t have to right his wrongdoings.

You decided to start ignoring Donna’s messages from now on and focus on the path you were doing so well on as of two weeks prior. You got off the phone with Mallory and went to have a shower. God, how you needed that hot water to soak up the stresses of the day. Not even a working day had ever got you this stressed and tense. As you stepped out of the shower, you heard your doorbell go off. Startled at the noise, you decided to ignore it, maybe the person had the wrong house. You wrapped your towel around your body tightly after drying yourself and headed for your room.

Whilst mid thought about what you were going to make for dinner, your doorbell rang again. “Ugh…” You grumbled to yourself as you held your towel and walked downstairs to the front door. When you looked through the keyhole, you almost fell back. It was Travis, you were surprised to see that he still remembered where you lived. You opened the door slightly and looked up at him. “What?” You said. “I deserve that greeting.” He began. “Can we talk, like properly?” He asked as he held up a bag from your favourite Chinese restaurant. “Why Travis? It has taken you two years, in fact if it was not for your mother – you would have never spoken to me. Let alone arrive at my house.” You said starting to get agitated with his presence.

Travis looked down at you and shook his head. For the first time since meeting him, you took a good look at him and noticed the bags under his eyes. He looked tired and drained; you silently thanked your guardian angel for making him suffer a little bit. Reparations. If Mallory was here, she would have slammed the door in his face already, luckily for Travis – you were not her. “Babygirl, how many times do I have to say I am sorry, for you to allow me in to talk?” He asked.

“Stop calling me that. You lost the right the moment you allowed another bitch, to suck your cock. In fact, get the fuck away from me. I am sick and tired of you and your half ass apology.” You said angrily as you slammed the door. The door didn’t close all the way, as Travis stopped the door from shutting and let himself in. He closed the door behind him and looked at you carefully. “I fucked up. Big time. Why do you think since then, I have not been with anyone?” He asked as he searched your eyes. “Point of correction, publicly. You have not publicly dated anyone, but that does not mean you ain’t fucking bitches privately.” You scoffed as you held your towel tighter around your body, avoiding eye contact with him.

Travis let out a small chuckle, “You were always so stubborn.” He whispered as he moved closer to you. You took a step back and he stopped. “I promise on everything I love in this world, I haven’t fucked anybody since that random.” He said which made you laugh. Travis looked at you confused, before looking up at the ceiling and closing his eyes. “Fuck it…” He mumbled to himself. Travis opened his eyes and looked at you. “I have tried. I get it, it will never be good enough. I wasted two years of my life not fighting for you, because I was angry at myself for hurting the best thing to ever fucking happen to me. All my success doesn’t mean shit to me, because I can’t come home and share it with you. Believe me, don’t believe me. I am sorry, (Y/N).” He said and turned to leave.

You debated on whether you should tell him to not go, but it was for the best. Travis Kelce hurt you, but the real issue was if you could forgive him. When the door shut behind him, you broke down. All the tension and stress, you had managed to wash away from your shower earlier, came creeping back. You decided to go and have another shower before going to bed. As you stood in the shower, you could not help but wish you told Travis to stay, at least you would have got free food but now you have to go to bed hungry. The next couple of weeks went by quickly, your job had you working late each night, that you had no time to meet with your friends.

On the Friday, your boss allowed you to finish early due to your hard work. It was rare for her to allow you to leave at noon, but you didn’t question it. When you arrived home, Mallory had text your group chat and told everyone that a club was opening downtown and that we all should be there or else. Knowing better than to challenge Mallory, everyone agreed to meet at the new club. You fixed up your hair and makeup after your shower, then settled on a short red maxi dress with glitter. You decided to do a red eyeshadow to compliment your dress, when you were done you took a couple pictures and sent them to your friends.

The group chat came alive, and everyone started sending various pictures of their outfits. It took you almost 45 minutes to get to the location, but once you were there you located your friends. You all hugged each other, then waited in the queue. As you were all talking, a black SUV pulled up and a group of men came out of it. “Yo that’s Kelce!” A stranger yelled and you shared a glance with Mallory. “Are you fucking serious?” You groaned as you spotted Travis. Mallory followed you gaze and soon all your friend’s followed suit. “Fuck him. We are here to have fun and get laid.” Emily said which caused everyone to laugh.

Slowly but surely the line started moving and you and your friends eventually got into the club. The music was so loud, you could feel the beat dancing in your soul. Your body swayed to the music and your friends joined you. Another group of men who were at the club, called you and your friends over for some shots. You did not know when he appeared, but Travis was standing next to you. One of the men from the other group was standing on your other side and he was clearly trying to chat you up. When the guy started dropping pick up lines he clearly stole from Google, you heard someone next to you laugh. When you noticed it was Travis you rolled your eyes. And focused on the guy.

It was hard to focus on the guy when Travis kept laughing at every cringey word he would say. You excused yourself from talk to the guy and went to the dancefloor. It was too hot, for you to have your vibe ruined by men. Your song started playing which sent you into a euphoric state of mind. You started gyrating the air as the lyrics controlled your body. You felt a pair of hands around your waist and in that moment, you did not care who it was. You were hypnotised by the words being sung and how the stranger moved in sync with your body. The dance floor started getting crowded and the stranger pulled you back into him and held you tightly against his body. When the music finished, the trance had been lifted and you pulled away from the stranger.

You turned around to look at the stranger, but to your dismay it was Travis. He wore a sheepish smile as his eyes looked you up and down a couple of times. You walked away from him and excused yourself as you pushed past people to get off the dance floor. You headed to the exit to get some air, as everything started feeling too much all at once. “(Y/N)!” You heard Travis call after you but kept moving. Once you were outside, you walked over to the wall and leaned against it. The cold air slapping your hot skin instantly. You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath.

When you opened your eyes, Travis was standing in front of you which made you jump. “What do you want?” You asked him. “You. Every part of you, if you will let me.” He said as he bit his bottom lip. “I have missed you with all my heart, babygirl. I know I have work to do. But I will do whatever it takes for you to not look at me with that disgust in your eyes.” Travis said and moved closer to you. You have held out for so long, it is time to allow him in, you thought to yourself as you leaned forward and pulled him closer. Travis acted quickly, in case you changed your mind and wrapped his arms around your waist. He leaned down and kissed you.

The kiss was like how you remembered but with more passion behind it. Travis picked you up and started walking. You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly and held his face as you deepened the kiss. You missed being this close to him and how he knew your body. Travis pulled away and put you down on the ground. You licked your lips as you looked up and watched him. Travis smiled down at you and pulled out his phone. “What are you doing?” You asked him and he smirked as he looked at you briefly. “Calling an uber, so I can take you back to my place and fuck my babygirl.” He said causally which made you blush. “My babygirl?” You mimicked and he nodded. “You are mine. I am not fucking that up ever again.” Travis said as the uber pulled up.

Travis helped you get into the uber and on the way to his, you text your friends that you had left. Then you started thinking about what Travis had said and in the deepest part of your soul you knew he was being sincere. You looked over at Travis who was already looking at you, he leaned over and kissed you softly this time, as his hand reached over to slap your ass a few times. You loved when he did that to you. Upon arrival to his home, Travis came out of the car and walked over to your side and picked you up. He walked you both to his home and opened the front door. He placed you back down and closed the door. He took your hand and walked you to his room.

Travis turned you around once you were in his room and started to unzip your dress. As he removed your dress he leaned down and kissed your shoulder blades gently before massaging them. You stepped out of the dress and felt his hands explore your body. Travis pushed you onto the bed and started to remove his own clothing, whilst you laid down on your back. Travis climbed on top of you and pulled a condom from his bed side drawer. He rolled the condom on before positing himself at your entrance. He searched your eyes for consent, and you nodded, “I want this. I want you.” You said to him, and he then pushed himself inside of you.

Travis grabbed your hips tightly and started moving his hips. You moaned out softly as he started to pleasure you both. You moved your hips in sync with his thrusts, which added more to the pleasure. Travis leaned down and kissed you slowly before pulling out. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but felt Travis move to lay behind you and position you on your side. He lifted your leg up and slid back into you. You turned your head to the side slightly and looked at him. Travis smiled down at you and he thrusted deeper into you. “You like that, babygirl?” He asked and you nodded yes.

You reached around Travis’ head and started stroking his head as the pleasure you felt started relaxing you. Travis leaned down and started to suck on your nipple as his thrusts became harder. You knew that meant he was close. You shifted your arm to wrap around his neck, as he lifted his head up and looked at you. “I am gonna cum so hard. I have missed you and your body.” Travis mumbled breathlessly and you gave him a sheepish smile. Travis came a few seconds later and pulled out of you.

Since you hadn’t cum yet, he detangled himself from you and laid down. “Sit on my face.” He ordered and you did so. You climbed on top of his face and positioned your pussy over his mouth. His stubble tickled your legs, which made you move forward slightly. Travis held your thighs as he started licking your pussy. “Mhm Trav….” You moaned as your body rocked slowly around his mouth. Travis started to suck around your clit and pussy lips. His tongue slipped between your folds and started licking slowly, which caused you to increase your rocking. Your pussy was so sensitive that it didn’t take long for you to cum from the stimulation.

You climbed off Travis and laid down next to him. You looked at him and smiled as he leaned against the headboard. “I missed that taste.” He whispered as he searched your eyes before continuing. “I meant what I said earlier. I want you to be mine again, if you’ll have me again babygirl.” He stated which made your heart melt. “I want you too, but we are going to take baby steps because I do not want to get hurt by you again.” You responded and Travis nodded in agreement. “Bay steps it is.” He said and leaned forward to kiss you. You kissed him back and moaned into the kiss. “I do be tasting hella sweet, don’t I?” You said against his lips, causing you both to laugh.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!AFAB!Reader.

PART FIVE OF MÉNAGE.

SUMMARY: A letter in the mail changes everything.

WARNINGS: Mentions of canon typical violence, gore, blood, death; angst, fighting, slight NSFW, a really big rollercoaster of emotions, I'm sorry.

A/N: AFTER ALMOST THREE WEEKS!! I AM SO SORRY IT'S HERE IT'S HERE SOUND THE BELLS!!! Please don't froget to reblog and comment if you enjoyed, it helps so fucking much!!

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“You know you can just go to bed, right?”

“Mmm...” You yawned, leaning your head on the cool porcelain of the bathtub’s edge as you watched Tommy try to grab at one of the toys you’d placed in the water for him, leaning over to push it towards him. “...’m fine.”

“You haven’t slept properly for a few days.” Simon tried again, arms crossed over his chest as he tried his best to not just grab you and shove you into bed and finish Tommy’s bath on his own.

“Noted…” You said, voice groggy and throat sore but still with enough energy to snap at him. “Just go…”

Go where? He wanted to snap back, but kept himself quiet, looking away from your body slumped on the floor to your bed, letting out a frustrated sigh.

It’d been a few days since he’d come back from the mission that had ended with him and the task force in your home, and despite the warm farewell you’d both shared, when he came back, you’d seemed to have grown colder towards him for no apparent reason, and God, did he hate how much it reminded him of the first few months of whatever this was, insisting to do everything by yourself and leaving no room for discussion, taking up almost all of Tommy’s time with yourself.

Which was fine, you were his mother, after all, but it just felt a bit like… You were pushing him away, keeping him from your son all over again.

He didn’t like it.

“I got some curry, go eat and let me finish him up.” He took a few steps towards you, leaning down and placing a hand on your back, immediately being taken aback as you jumped away from his touch, arm placed protectively over yourself as if he’d just tried to attack you.

“No!” You all but screamed, staring up at him in shock before seemingly realising what you’d just done. “No. I- I said it’s fine, Simon. Go eat, I’ll finish.”

He furrowed his eyebrows beneath the mask, clenching his fists at his sides as he watched you turn around again to call out softly at Tommy, who turned his head to you with a bright smile, unaware of the tension filling up the room between his parents.

“Fine.” He said gruffly, not missing the way your shoulders tensed at the sound of his voice.

He really didn’t fucking understand what had happened between you two, what could’ve occurred in the span of the few days he’d been gone to change the way you acted towards him completely…

It was worrying, the whole scenario that was playing out making him sick to his stomach as he took out the food he’d bought, making you a plate before his and pouring you a drink, simply staring at his own food while listening to you whisper to Tommy through the walls, suddenly having lost all his appetite.

You hadn’t even gotten to talk like he’d promised when he came back, you’d dismissed any and every attempt to start a conversation, keeping it to short words and sentences, seemingly not wanting anything to do with him apart from the things you were basically obligated to talk to him about.

And god, did he fucking hate it.

“Let me feed him.” He spoke as you walked out of your bedroom with Tommy in your arms, his hair damp and curly from the water, chubby hands clinging onto one of his toys.

“I can-”

“I’m going to feed him.” Simon snapped, walking over to you and reaching for his son, his towering figure and the fire in his eyes immediately shutting you up as you didn’t put on more of a fight, letting him take the small boy. “And you’re going to eat and then go to bed.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Don’t lie to me.” Tommy was placed in his chair, a plate of rice in front of him. “You need rest.”

“Maybe I don’t want to rest.” You retorted, voice almost gone, crossing your arms over your chest and turning your head away from him, yet still keeping a watchful eye on him and Tommy, once again insinuating further that you didn’t trust him anymore anywhere near your son.

Keep it calm. Not around Tommy.

You saw it by the way he clenched his hand around the fork in his hand, he was trying his best to not snap with your son present, not wanting to subject the small boy to that kind of spectacle.

And yes, you didn’t either, but you couldn’t just act like everything was normal around him, you knew how you were acting now was just a trauma response to what had happened in the time he’d been gone, that it would all hopefully be better if you told him about it, but the mere thought of the files you’d received in the mail that were currently sitting in one of the cupboards’ drawers made you feel nauseated.

You just… couldn’t see him the same.

Yeah, you were once a kid with unlimited access to the internet, yes you accidentally saw some gore shit online, you’d heard some disgusting things thanks to your grandfather that had served in the military, you’d seen all the mess and blood after you’d given birth, you weren’t fully desensitised to gore or blood, but you’d seen it across the years.

But those pictures, fuck. It wasn’t any surprise that you’d immediately thrown up after opening them, having expected maybe some letters about rent or something, not- whatever that was.

What you’d been able to discern after flipping through them a few times was that they were not the original military’s file but copies, which by the way the ink was smudged on a few of them and the lettering was off, seemed to have been made under a lot of pressure and on a time limit.

You didn’t understand at first, why they had been sent to you, too in shock and terrified of the images amongst them to even connect it to Simon until you saw his callsign. And as you started to read through them more carefully, you realised that it was everywhere.

And fuck, you’d never been more terrified in your life.

Of course, you were aware of what a man in his position did, but you’d never explicitly asked him about it, never wanted to actually be exposed to whatever things he and the task force did to protect your country.

But seeing it written down, all the specifics along with the pictures, it was traumatising.

You hadn’t even realised how much time you’d spent staring at them until Tommy alerted you with a cry, snapping you out of it and forcing you to put the files down (although putting them down anywhere in your house made you feel sick), body shaking and bile rising into your throat once again.

Obviously, there was no name on the envelope and of course, no return address, so the person who sent the files to you remained a mystery, but it didn’t take a genius to deduce that it was someone who’d been close to everything that had been depicted in them, someone who’d figured out who you were and what relationship you had to the SAS Lieutenant, and either wanted to send some type of message that you were to shook up to decipher or to simply toy with your emotions, all you knew was that somehow, they’d figured out Ghost’s oh-so secretive double life out.

How, you had no idea. But you did know what that meant.

You and Tommy were in danger.

And you didn't know how you were supposed to react.

Seriously, how?

Everything was too much at once, the files, the pictures, the fear, Tommy, Ghost, you-

And then he came back.

Acting like he’d never done anything of what you’d seen, holding your face in those warm hands and being so sweet towards you and your son, conflicting you even more.

You didn't feel safe anymore, not just around Simon, but in general. And seeing him lean down to pick up Tommy with those hands, those hands that had caused what you’d seen, you just jumped into action, scooping Tommy up before he could reach him and insisting he would need to have a shower before touching him.

You just couldn’t fathom how a man like that could treat you both with such kindness, how his hands could go from doing that to someone and then holding you softly at night, it was confusing and sickening and all you wanted to do was get rid of everything, go back to before where you had no idea of what happened while he was gone and you could indulge yourself in his touch without that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach.

How were you supposed to bring up a topic like that to him? How were you supposed to look him in the eyes after that information, hand him the files and receive confirmation that they were in fact real and true? And what would you do? Force him to explain himself like a wife confronting her husband over an affair? This wasn’t anything like that, this was his job, something he’d been doing for ages and needed no explanation, especially to you. What, would you force him to apologise to all the people he’d hurt?

Of course not.

But still, you couldn’t just act normal.

Even if you felt slightly bad.

Even if he looked at you like that, the way he’d done at the beginning of your relationship.

You… Couldn’t…

You didn’t even process the tears running down your cheeks until he shot up from his spot and his warm hands came into contact with your cheeks, pulling your head up to look at you properly, making you stumble as the exhaustion and overwhelm finally caught up to you.

He called your name with such confusion and care, despite how mean you’d treated him these past few days, your hands coming up to grab at his arms for stability as he asked you what was wrong, wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

“Hey, listen t’me, come-”

“I can’t- I’m sorry, I can’t-” You sobbed out, your breathing erratic as you tried your best to stop yourself from crying, but once the dam had been broken, there was no way of fixing it. “Simon-”

“Come ‘ere.” He let go of your face, arms falling to your body and wrapping around you, pulling you into a hug and letting you grab at his shirt, despite that repulsive feeling stirring deep within your chest once again at his touch. “Fuck, lovie…”

“Don’t…” You murmured into his shirt as soon as the pet name had slipped out of his lips, squeezing your eyes closed.

“What?”

“Don't” You repeated, pushing yourself away from him and taking a few unsure steps back. “I- I can’t I-” You shook your hands as if there were muck on them, confused and anxious as you tried to breathe, spiralling further and further into a panic attack.

You weren’t really there for what happened next, Simon could tell as he held you almost limp in his arms, trying his best to calm you down from whatever was happening. Panic attacks for the both of you weren’t unnormal, he knew that, you’d both been subject to anxiety for a long time, so this wasn’t completely new, but you fainting from the exhaustion and him having to bring you to bed was.

And because you were asleep, he had no way of figuring out what had happened, what the cause of this whole mess was and how he could help you through it.

He’d placed Tommy in the crib you'd brought into your room a few days ago, letting you both take a well-deserved nap while he cleaned up the abandoned food outside. And well, after that, he picked a beer out of the fridge, convinced that he was deserving of one too after everything. But of course, the bottle opener was nowhere to be found, so he was forced to look through all the different drawers in the kitchen and living room until he found it.

But… He didn’t. Instead, he was greeted with a file envelope messily shoved into one of the cupboards beneath a few pictures of Tommy you’d put up, blank and very much looking like some of the files that they kept back at base.

He pulled it out, looking down at the drawer that was filled with little trinkets, stones and incense, definitely not the drawer where you’d stick something like this.

Maybe he should have put it back, but he finally decided against it, pulling the contents out and spilling them across the wooden top of the small cupboard, fear immediately being stricken within him as he laid eyes upon the papers.

What the actual fuck.

This wasn’t the first time he’d seen them, some of these he’d written him fucking self, all the reports for recent missions where he’d been the one to finish off most of the enemy’s team.

He recognised each and every picture that came along with the textual description, remembered the face and the voice of the person who had been unfortunate enough to meet him during a mission.

He knew them, he’d had them in his hands at one point, that didn’t fucking explain why you had them.

A thousand scenarios rushed through his brain as he stared down at them, hands gripping at the edges of the wooden piece of furniture in order to keep himself from breaking his hands from the force he was clenching his fists with, a shaky sigh leaving his lips as his mind went down the deepest rabbit holes to explain why you had this.

Had you been using him to get inf-

No.

Was this all a game to y-

No!

No, you weren’t… You weren’t a fucking enemy. You weren’t his enemy. You weren’t that type of person. You wouldn’t just fucking babytrap him to get information.

No one was sick enough for that.

…right?

“Fuck!” He roared, slamming his hands down onto the wood and staring deep into the picture of the soulless eyes of one of his victims, chewing nervously on his bottom lip.

No. He wasn’t going to think of you like that. You loved Tommy too much for it all to be an act. He loved y-

Simon raised his hands up to his face to press them into his eyes until he saw flashing lights, trying to calm himself down.

He turned around as soon as he heard the squeak of the floorboards, furious eyes landing on your dishevelled figure as you clung to the doorframe, staring at him like a deer caught in headlight as you saw what he’d been looking at.

“Sim-”

“Why do you have this?” A shiver ran throughout your body at the sound of his voice, calm and calculated, like he hadn’t just woken you up with a shout loud enough to shake the building.

“Si-”

“Answer.” Ghost replied, eyes focused solely on you as you looked down at your feet, a pressure building in your chest as you tried to speak.

“They were sent to me.” You finally choked out, flinching back as Simon made a move to pick them up, unknowing of the connotations that answer could have.

Silence.

“Do you really think I’d go out of my way to find those? Do you think I wanted to see you like that- like Ghost?” You started, voice wavering. “Fuck, Simon, those- I couldn’t even look at them a second time, I feel sick just fucking thinking of them!”

“Then why didn’t you tell me!?” He shouted, turning around in a flash and taking a few jarring steps towards you, files all bunched up in his shaking hands. “Why didn’t you think to mention that you were being sent shit like this!?”

“Because I was fucking scared, Simon! I was fucking terrified that this meant that they know who I was, who Tommy is, who he’s related to! That they know about us and therefore can use us as leverage against you! Unlike you, I’m not that fucking desensitised to pain, to whatever you do, to the fear of getting hurt so that they can get to you! I’m not part of the fucking military, I’m just a fucking civillian who is clearly very much in danger thanks to a fucking mistake she made with you!” You screamed, tears streaming down your cheeks and blurring your vision as you shoved a finger into his chest. “So I’m sorry, okay!’ I’m fucking sorry that I was too afraid to bring this up! To bring up the fact I can’t see you the same, that I’m scared Tommy’s going to be hurt and I won’t be able to do anything about it, I’m fucking sorry!”

You let out another sob as you finished, your voice sore and throat dry from letting all of that out.

“‘M not like you, Simon.”

Fuck.

Everything came crashing down onto him, guilt the only thing weighing Simon down.

“I’m… scared.”

“Of me?” He finally breathed out, raising his free hand to cup your cheek, relief flooding his body as you didn’t move away but immediately being crushed as he saw the fearful look on your face.

“...I don’t know…”

A beat.

“...Should I be?”

Maybe.

“...I’d never hurt you. I told you once, and I’ll tell you again. You and Tommy are my family, and I’m going to protect you both no matter what. I won't let anyone ever lay a hand on you. You need to know that. The man I’m out there isn’t the same as the one I’m here. But neither of us would hesitate to rip apart whatever bastard is making you feel like this.”

He let the files fall, cupping your face with both hands, shaking you slightly so you got the message to look up at him.

“I know I can’t undo this, what you’ve seen, what I’ve done, but I want to be here for you. You know I’ll always be here for you.” He said, voice barely above a whisper.

“I know.” You said, voice breaking. You couldn’t fully express what you were feeling right then, you… you didn’t hate him, it would be impossible to truly hate Simon, after everything he’d done for you; you just needed time and space. His view of you might’ve not changed in the whole time he’d been with you but yours definitely had, and that was normal, considering everything he did. You just couldn’t act like everything was normal after what you’d seen.

“...go back to bed. We’ll talk this out once you’re rested.” He let you go, watching you walk back into your room with a guilty look on your face before turning to his now still beer, the appetite he’d had for one having vanished.

“...Simon?” You whispered before closing the door, hand clinging onto the wood.

“Yeah?” He replied, a bit gruffly.

“...Tommy’s going to be okay, right?”

“Yeah.” He repeated, giving you a reassuring look, one he hoped you caught despite the mask. “‘Course he is.”

He watched you hesitate at the door for a split second, almost like you were deciding whether or not to say anything to further the conversation, but seemingly decided against it, closing the door after a quick nod and leaving him in silence.

Silence.

Something he used to enjoy before, when he was alone at home or at base with only himself for company, letting him unwind and think about whatever he wanted to. Now, it was overwhelming.

It felt like every single thought rushing through his brain was out to catch him or hurt him, showing him the most horrific scenarios and ideas of what could happen thanks to whatever fucker had decided to play some sick joke on you.

Was it even a joke? It could be hundreds of things, a joke, a message, a threat…

Or just a form of psychological warfare, a way of messing with you and no doubt hoping to distance you from him, to leave him weak and defenceless like the enemy anticipated. That was the more credible reason, even if the mere thought of someone sending you shit like this in hopes of breaking you drove him insane to the point of wanting to catch and dispose of that abstard with his own two hands, ironic considering that those acts of anger and violence had been the whole reason for your dispute.

It pissed him off to no end.

But, even though a lot of people would’ve acted on the current emotions rushing through him if they were in his place, Simon knew that focusing solely on finding the bastard wasn’t the most important subject at hand. As much as he wanted this threat on your happiness and safety disposed of, he couldn’t just fuck off and leave you here to deal with the damage and Tommy all on your own.

He’d repeated it to himself countless times before going on a mission, he was a protector, he was your protector, even if in the future you decided you hated his guts or something happened between you two, you’d always be safe and secure with him, no matter what.

And so, he swallowed that horrible need for retaliation and picked up his phone, dialling in his captain’s number.

“What’d you do with them?”

“Burnt them.” Simon grunted, wiping away the mess Tommy had made around his mouth. “Best way of disposing shit like that.”

You hummed, clearly out of it, staring at the news playing out on the tv.

“I told Laswell about it. ‘Said she’d do her best to find out who was the one who made the copies.”

“Right…” You drummed your fingers against your mug with feigned disinterest, truly not knowing what to say back.

“And, until whoever it is is caught, I’m not going anywhere.”

That caught your attention. You turned to him with an inquisitive look, confused. “What?”

“Asked her to stop givin’ me missions until they’re sure you’re not in danger.” He clarified, picking Tommy up from his high chair and straddling him to his side. “So I’m here in case anything happens.”

Tommy was carefully handed to you, Simon’s body plopping down onto the sofa next to you a few seats away, his feet coming up to rest on the coffee table as he picked up his own tea.

“‘That okay? Figured you’d feel better if it was me and not some random guy sent by the SAS. Though Gaz was pretty up for it when asked…” He mumbled the last part, showing you did indeed have an option if you truly didn’t feel safe with him around anymore (his heart stung a bit at the thought of it, but it was what it was), but you soon shut it down with a simple shrug, pulling Tommy closer to you so he could rest his head on your chest, rubbing his back with your free hand.

“It’s… okay. I’m just going to need some time.”

You were a bit ashamed of how you’d reacted last night when he’d confronted you about the files, but you still stood by everything you said, even if you’d said it a bit too harshly, it didn’t matter. You weren’t like him, after all, you were still afraid of things happening to you and of course, your son, and just needed some time to process what you hadn’t in all the months of knowing Simon: that whether you liked it or not, you would always be tied back to him, even if the mere thought of being hurt just because of who you’d randomly decided to go back home with one night.

“You said something last night.” He began, outstretching a hand towards you both so Tommy could grab at one of his fingers.

“I said a lot of things last night.” You tried to humour, but stayed quiet as the expression in his eyes didn’t change.

“You said that you were in danger because of a mistake you made.”

You flinched at the words, biting down on your lower lip as you recalled back to the outburst you’d subjected Simon to last night, that particular part having slipped out in the heat of the moment.

“...did you really mean that?”

“Fuck! Of course not!” You whisper-shouted, not wanting to disturb Tommy any more than you both already had in the last few days, shaking your head to further your point. “No- Fuck, tat- that was so disgusting of me to say. It might’ve been a mistake back then when it first happened-” You saw his shoulders slump slightly, so you moved to grab at the arm he’d put out, catching his attention. “-but I’d never change it. Not for anything in the world. If that didn’t happen, I wouldn’t have Tommy, and he- God, Simon, he’s my son, of course he isn’t a mistake, he’s my everything…”

He let out a relieved sigh, nodding along with your words as you both looked down at Tommy, curious big eyes switching between you two as if able to understand the conversation that had just transcurred, giving you a toothless smile.

Well, not really toothless, since he had been crying for almost a month now due to the pain of his teeth coming in, so there were a few flashes of white across the smile.

“Yeah, you’re my everything too.”

“Huh?”

You’d expected him to immediately backtrack on his answer and say he was talking to Tommy, but he simply shrugged again, eyes darting from you to Tommy with a fond look reflecting in them as he did everything but take back what he said. “Both of you. Might be corny, but it’s true. I told you.”

His everything.

Simon’s everything.

That shouldn’t have made you as happy as it did.

Everything was going to be okay.

Yeah, it would take some time for you to adjust like you’d told him, but he was okay with that. He’d wait for you.

"Come on, please, wake up."

Simon's hands were shaking, gripping at your lifeless body as if you were the only thing that mattered in the midst of this living nightmare, his mask growing wet as tears formed in the corner of his eyes, his breathing growing erratic as your body slumped in his grasp.

He called your name desperately, your body shaking in his hold from the way his own hands were trembling and in a feeble attempt at getting you to wake up, to open your eyes, to say his name in that fucking beautiful voice of yours, anything.

His gloved hands came up to cradle your paling face, running it over your features to rub off the dust and ashes that had stuck to the now drying blood, dropping your body in horror as instead of the grime he wanted to wipe off, he was left with nothing, his hand growing warm as the blood from your now horrifying carcass started to flow.

He was drowning, he was choking, he couldn't fucking breathe, he couldn't think, you were dead, you were gone, his fucking life didn't have meaning anym-

Simon jolted up as the pressure that had been building in his chest finally exploded, the dam that had been working so hard to keep his fears at bay breaking, letting the tears that Simon always tried his best to contain out.

Fuck, it felt like he'd really lived it, like he had held your dying body in his hands as you slowly slipped away from him, like his the recurring fears of him causing your end had come true.

He felt pathetic, like the broken man he really was, lying on the fucking sofa like always trembling like a little kid, the tears a constant stream down his cheeks, all the emotions and stress from the past few months finally catching up to him.

His breathing was raspy and uneven, reflecting the anxiety rushing through his veins at that very same moment.

He felt awful, he was awful, an awful, destroyed, broken man who had been tipped over the edge by a stupid fucking dream.

Someone undeserving of everything you’d given to him.

He was sure his heart was going to break through his chest with how quickly it was beating against his ribcage, one of his hands coming up to clench at the material of his creased shirt.

He felt like he was about to pass out.

His eyesight was blurry, his limbs shaky and his mouth dry, clear indications of the oh-so familiar panic attacks he’d been prone to every since he was a young boy, hat he’d grown enough to know how to control, but he knew that right now, he did not have enough willpower to keep himself from spiralling down into his own thoughts.

He blindly got up, staggering around the living room as the blanket that had been draped over him pooling onto the floor. He pushed open your door, breaths staggering as his teary eyes made contact with your sleeping body, darting towards the crib right next to your bed where Tommy slept peacefully, making sure to stay quiet as he entered the bathroom.

He didn’t want to wake you up, to annoy you even more than you already were with him after everything that had happened, despite almost a month having gone by after it all, you deserved rest, you deserved fucking better than h-

His hands gripped the porcelain sink as he stumbled into the room, staring at his uncovered reflection in the mirror, his cheeks red and blotchy from having cried mere moments ago, a few stray tears continuing their pathway down his face.

He felt ridiculous.

He was supposed to be some hard willed strong Lieutenant, not the pathetic man who cried at a mere nightmare he really was.

"...Simon?"

The sound of shuffling sheets reached his ears, your muffled voice coming from beneath the covers as you stirred, his panicked footsteps and the light shining through the crack of the bathroom door enough to wake you from your slumber.

"'S that you?"

Who else would it be? He wanted to joke, but stayed quiet, hoping you would just go back to sleep.

But clearly, you weren't satisfied with no answer.

He watched the door open behind him from the mirror, freezing like a deer in headlights as you walked in sporting one of his dirty shirts he'd told you once you could wear, hiding the fact he wanted to see you in his clothes behind the pretence that it would be easier to do laundry, sweatpants (his, as well) tied at your waist so they wouldn't slip down your legs.

"Simon." You mumbled, eyes barely open and vision blurry as you held onto the door frame for stability, a hand coming up to cover your mouth as you yawned. "What's wrong?"

You knew something was off as soon as you'd heard him creep into the bathroom, already knowing from experience that Simon never got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, fearing that he'd wake you up like he’d done just now-

“Nuffin’, lovie. Go back to bed.”

You frowned, squinting at him through swollen eyes, the bright lights from the bathroom and the sleep in them not helping your vision in the slightest, moving your head to rest against the cool wood of the doorframe. “It’s not, though, is it?”

A beat.

“Simon…” You said, mid-yawn, outstretching a hand to blindly grab at his sleep shirt, tugging at the material. “Tell me.”

He squeezed his eyes closed, willing himself to not break down like he knew he wanted to, his grip on the sink slowly growing stronger as you stumbled towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing the side of your face to his warm back, giving him a comforting squeeze.

"I said it's fine." He whispered, hand coming up to yours and attempting to peel it from his body, giving up once it immediately snapped back.

Part of him wanted you to stay like that, but the other, more reasonable part knew that it would be best if he didn't burden you with his nightmares and if you just went to bed.

"You wouldn't be crying if it was." You murmured, unlinking your hands and running them over his chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath his shirt.

"'Not crying, lovie."

"You have to stop lying to me, Simon. It isn't healthy." You mumbled angrily, pulling yourself away and looking up at him, feeling the blood leave your face as you realised you were staring at the back of his actual head instead of the black material of his balaclava like you'd gotten used to.

Simon had never explicitly told you that he was uncomfortable with you seeing his face, but you could only assume after all the time he spent with his face obstructed, even with Tommy.

So you looked down at your feet, making sure to not peek at the mirror like you knew you really wanted to, not wanting to upset him by breaking his trust.

"...I know." He sighed, turning on the tap and splashing his face with some of the water, finding it a bit humorous that he did it with you still clinging onto him, placing a damp hand over one of yours and giving it a squeeze.

"Come on…" you sighed, letting go of him reluctantly and turning your body towards the door, flipping the light switch off before blindly outstretching an arm out to him, letting out an amused huff as you immediately met his own hand, pulling him out of the small bathroom and back into the comfort of your room. "Stay?"

"...'course." He breathed out, following you mindlessly as you returned back into your spot in the bed, almost like routine now after all the times you'd brought him to bed with the same comforting hold on his hands, kneeling on the mattress and all but collapsing onto the soft covers, running his hands over them until they met your warm body, running his fingertips over the patch of skin that had been revealed by the rise of your shirt, letting out a shaky breath as your own hands came up to run over his arms.

He fluttered his eyes shut, closing the distance between you to and letting his body fold into your touch, snuggling his face into the valley of your breasts (he thanked whatever god was up there that his shirt was big enough to expose your cleavage, a very welcoming sight), and grasping at your thighs for stability.

Your arms came to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer into you until he'd grabbed at your legs to wrap around his waist, fingers running through his coarse hair, stopping at the top of his head every few seconds to scratch at his scalp, and if Simon was a cat, he knew damn well he'd be purring right then.

"It's okay to cry, you know that, right?" You whispered, voice muffled by his hair as you let out a breath, his short hair tickling your cheek from how you'd pressed your face against it. "Better out than in."

"You sound like my mom." He grumbled, pulling a snort out of you as you ran your nails down his nape. "'Always said shit like that."

You stayed quiet, ignoring the nagging feeling in your chest that wanted you to continue on with the conversation, curious for learning more about his mysterious family.

"'Said'?" You whispered, almost nervous, scared you'd overstepped.

He stayed silent, only furthering your fear that you'd insulted him until he let out an elongated sigh, hands pulling you impossibly closer as his warm breath hit your skin, face flushing at the reminder that if was his actual face pressing against your cleavage, not the rough material of the painted balaclava.

"Don' see her as much. Not in the best condition to have a chat. Tommy takes care of her mostly."

"Tommy?" You said in confusion, eyebrows furrowed as your eyes darted over to your son's crib, the glow-in-the-dark stars you'd stuck to the sides of it illuminating it enough to reflect your sleeping son's cute little face.

He froze in your arms as if he'd said something wrong. "My… my brother."

"Your brother's called Tommy?!" You almost shouted, peeling yourself off of him to look down at him (ignoring the slight whine that formed in his throat at the feeling of your body being torn away from his), despite not even being able to see him.

"Yeah…" he grumbled, trying to pull you back into his arms, frowning as you slapped at his shoulders to catch his attention.

"That's - Why you reacted like that, right?" You mumbled, thinking back to the night he'd met Tommy for the first time, the way his eyes had gone blank like you'd just reminded him of some painful memory.

"...his name's Tommy."

You felt him freeze behind you, the aura around him growing cold almost immediately, like you'd just blatantly insulted him without any remorse.

"Tommy." He echoed, voice scratchy as if he was dying of thirst, body suddenly feeling like it had been dunked under tiding waves. "Why?"

You hadn't thought much about it at the time, since by then, you had more important things to worry about, but now that he'd revealed his brother's name, his shock made sense.

"Yeah…Was kind of… Tragically funny, lovie." He sighed, running your hands over your waist as you finally pulled him back into your hold.

"Yeah… I didn't know."

"How could've you? I left before I could even give you my last name." He huffed, rubbing the side of his cheek on your chest.

Silence filled the room once again, only being broken by the shuffling sounds of the sheets over you or Tommy's occasional whines, continuing your brushing of his hair with your fingers.

You didn't want to pry further into the topic that had been at hand before you'd interrupted, squeezing your eyes closed as you inhaled his shampoo, shivering beneath his touch as he ran his fingers around your belly button.

"She's in a home. Near where I grew up. Nice one. I only talk to her on the holidays." He started, running them up to the space below your breasts. "It's better that way. Tommy's the nicer one of us."

"Didn't he used to terrorise you?" You teased, trying to lighten the mood, letting out a cry as he licked a stripe up your clavicle, no doubt grinning into the darkness as you slapped his head.

"Going to stop telling you things from now on if you insist on using them against me in the future, lovie." He murmured, pressing a kiss to where he'd just licked as an apology, ignoring the way your skin grew warmer beneath his touch. "But… he's cleaned his act up. Not as much as a cunt. Probably afraid I could rip him in two, now."

You snorted, hesitantly pushing his bangs back to press a kiss to his forehead, almost giggling at the pleased hum that left his lips. "Si… you, uh… want to talk about why you were crying?"

Simon noticeably tensed beneath your touch as you brought up the whole reason as to why he was in your bed, another breath hitting your skin.

He thought about lying to you once again, but finally decided against it, throwing a glance at his son over his shoulder as if the boy would understand the next words that would come out of his mouth.

"Just… a stupid nightmare. You… I jus’ wanted to make sure you were safe. I didn't mean to wake you, really." He let out all in a string pulled together by one breath, hands coming down to grab at your thighs and rub at them through the material of your bottoms, letting out a shaky sigh as you moved them to wrap around his body. "Fuckin' stupid, isn't it?"

"It's not stupid if it affected you this much, Si…" You tried, not wanting to pry further into the contents of the nightmare, but still not wanting to drop the subject all together. “Even the strongest people need a shoulder to cry on.”

You cupped his face, bringing it off your chest, looking down at what you could only assume to be his face.

“Let me be yours.”

You didn’t move as he shuffled closer to you, running your thumbs over his cheekbones as he leaned closer into you, feeling his warm breath hit your face.

“Mine?” He mumbled, your hair standing on edge as you felt his lips brush against yours ever so slightly.

“Mhm… Yours.” You breathed out, nodding as if he could see you.

Heat rushed to your face as soon as his lips crashed into yours, swallowing the moan you let out as his hands moved beneath your shirt, tightening at your waist.

And God, did it feel right.

Nothing had ever felt as right as this did right then, the feeling of his lips slotted against yours and his hands seemingly everywhere on your body, causing you to go near dizzy and drunk on his touch.

“Fuck, love.” He said between kisses, moving you onto your back so he was hovering over you properly, leaning down to catch your lips back into a passionate kiss, not even giving you the chance to breathe or let out your own moans, immediately swallowing up each and any sound you made.

His hands came down to your thighs, helping you wrap them around his waist before he moved away to press pecks along your jawline, moving further down until he was leaving a trail of sloppy kisses all over your upper chest, his stubble tickling your skin.

“S-Sim-”

He shushed you, sucking on the pressure point of your neck, pressing closer to you as you let out another breathless whine, his eyelashes brushing against your skin from the way he's snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, almost as if he was trying to have you impossibly close to him.

He stayed there for a few minutes, covering your neck in kisses and love bites, answering with a “markin’ my territory” and a chuckle when you asked why he was so adamant on kissing you everywhere but where you needed it the most, his hands doing wonders as they went over your shirt to cup one of your breasts, immediately surprising you both my the loud moan that left you.

“I-”

“Christ, lovie. That fuckin’ sensitive? Barely even touched you and you’re moaning like that?” He huffed out in amusement, leaning upwards in hopes of laying his eyes on the mess he’d left across your skin only to be met with darkness, grunting as he raised a hand to run over the marks, feeling the indents from his teeth around your neck.

“It’s- It’s been a while, Si-” You mumbled out of embarrassment, thankful for the darkness since it was the only thing keeping you from fully breaking down from the shame of being so sensitive after a single touch, but you couldn’t really be blamed.

It’d been almost a year and a half since you’d last indulged in any type of self-pleasure, the last time ironically being the night you’d spent with Simon before his mission, it was no wonder a simple brush of his warm hand to your breast had you writhing and moaning like a bitch in heat, you basically were.

“Hm…” He grunted, leaning down to press some kisses along your flushed cheeks, still purposefully avoiding your mouth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he thought of what to do next. “...I want to see you.”

What?

“Properly.”

You felt his lips brush against yours slightly, knowing full well how titillating he was being.

“Wh-”

“Turn the light on.”

You froze.

You were staring up at the darkness of your ceiling, letting out soft breathless sounds as he leaned back down to continue kissing your neck, letting the words he’d just spoken sink in, letting out a chuckle against your ear after a minute or so passed.

“Go.”

You acted on instinct only, stretching your body over to the lamp on your bedside table with the little space he had given you, the man still insisting on having his hands all over your body, your mind and thoughts reeling.

It would’ve been different if he had his mask on, the small request would have been just for him to see the marks he’d left on you, to continue whatever you’d started in the light so you’d both be able to see your body’s reactions properly, but this was oh so much more than that.

He didn’t seem to want to make a move to go get his mask or to cover his face, he was actually telling you to turn on the light so you could see him, see his face, his eyes, his nose, his lips, Simon

As soon as your shaking hand found the switch and had pressed it, your eyes closed in time for the room to be filled with light, a nervous sound leaving your lips as Simon pulled you back into place, his calloused fingers running over the length of your nose before poking at the middle of your furrowed brows.

“Y’can open them.” He whispered, his own voice sounding slightly terrified. “Please.”

“What if you’re ugly?” You blurted out as a joke, trying to lighten the mood, immediately slapping yourself mentally the moment he didn't laugh, opening your mouth to apologise only for him to poke you again.

“Jus’ open them.”

The first thing your eyes landed on was the smile pulling at his lips, leading them from the scar that adorned the left corner of his mouth past his crooked nose and up to those beautiful eyes of his, his blond eyelashes framing them perfectly like always.

And fuck… He was beautiful.

The stubble covering the lower part of his face, the scars littering his face telling stories and tales of all his time on duty, his cracked lips and scarred nose only complementing his beauty even more.

It was everything and nothing like you’d expected, it was just… him.

You didn't know what to say, what were you supposed to? But by the way his smile grew bigger at the sight of your dumbfounded face, you were sure that your expression told him everything he needed to know.

Now, Simon knew that he wasn’t the worst looking person, but the way you were staring at him like he was a god incarnates, like Persephone herself had given him a piece of her beauty, it didn’t fail to tint his cheek a soft pink, quickly leaning into you to meet you in another kiss in hopes of hiding how flustered he was from you.

“Mhf-” You tried speaking as soon as you had regained consciousness through his kisses, a giggle leaving your lips as he gave you no time to speak. “You’re- Mm- S- so pretty, Si-”

Pretty? He thought to himself as he continued his kissing assault, the adjective a very foreign concept, never having been referred to in that way in his life. But, it did feel nice when you said it, the way you were looking at him with that sultry gaze as the compliment oozed out of your mouth like honey, it had him grabbing at your thighs for stability, wrapping them around his waist and letting you make contact with the product of your make-out session and cute words.

“F-fuck!” You mewled, grabbing at the back of his head for stability, tugging at the roots of his dirty blond hair, shivering underneath him as he let out a breathy groan, the sound sending pleasurable shocks down to where you both were connected, despite the amount of clothes that separated you both. “W-Wait- Hng!”

He stopped as soon as the word left your mouth, pulling back and moving his hands to hold your waist, giving you some time to regain your breath before asking.

“‘vrything okay?” He said breathlessly, looking down at your equally dishevelled state, your lips red and sore from all his kissing and body littered with all the marks he’d left, taking a few seconds to admire his handiwork and how truly fucking perfect you looked covered in his claims before going back to waiting on you.

“Y-yeah.” You swallowed, breathing and heart pulse erratic, coming down from the sudden pleasure. “I- I’m sorry, I just don’t know if I want to continue- Sor-”

“It’s okay.” He interrupted you, grabbing your thighs and pulling them away from their spot around his waist, pushing them together and placing them away from him, placing a comforting hand on the one that was still pressed next to his. “We don’t have to. Whatever y’want, love. ‘S been a long time, I get it.”

You nodded, sending him a small smile that he returned in an instant, leaning up to press a final kiss to his lips, thankful that he’d understood your fears so quickly.

“You’ll stay, right?” You mumbled against his lips after pulling away slightly, looking at his through half-closed eyes, his deep beautiful pools staring back at you.

“Always.”

His arms wrapped around you from behind once you situated yourself back in the bed, arms pressed tight and securely against our stomach as his thumb rubbed over the skin, a constant reminder that he was there and that you were safe like he’d promised, soft kisses being pressed against your nape from behind, a sweet contrast to the bites that now littered your front.

“‘You going to wear the mask again?” You spoke drowsily, turning your head slightly so his lips pressed against your cheek, his breath tickling your ear.

“Not unless you want me to.” He mumbled back, half-asleep.

“Rather you did… Can’t focus with that ugly mug of yours…” You teased, letting out a high pitched yell as he bit down onto the space between your neck and shoulder, immediately soothing the pain with a kiss and a chuckle.

“Only mug you’ll se ‘round here, lovie, better get used to it.”

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