Simon Is Not A Jealous Man. He Knows His Worth And Knows That He Can Absolutely Trust You. But That Doesn't

Simon is not a jealous man. he knows his worth and knows that he can absolutely trust you. but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. in fact, he cares wholeheartedly about anything even remotely related to you. so he always rests a hand on your back or holds your hand when you walk out in public, a silent signal that he's always there for you if you need him while glaring daggers in every creep's direction who dares to look at you inappropriately which always makes them back out. he always keeps an eye on you and your surroundings.

his actions are not driven by insecurities or the need to show everyone who you belong to. he knows that you're his and he's yours, but that's a private matter between you two that doesn't need showing off. it's a sacred bond that shouldn't be sullied by such behaviors. no, his actions are driven purely by love and devotion and the need to protect you.

he doesn't feel the need to 'punish' you for being you when someone makes a move on you. he simply has no interest in the concept because he doesn't own you and the fact that some creep decides to approach you is not your fault. he has no interest in this childish way of thinking.

you're the only one he can trust other than his comrades. he's got everything he needs and more in you. so why on earth would he taint this pure love you share by such impure ways?

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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⟢ EIGHTEEN PLUS INTERACTIONS ONLY. ellie who has an oral fixation, needing to suck your tits 'til she's overtaken by slumber. and a reader with very, very sensitive tits. she can't help but feel cosy and comforted when she's touching your body, using such grace to hold you. she's not shy, never has been, but she definitely gets embarrassed about this need of hers. winding down for the night, needing your body on her mouth in some kind of way, else she can't take her mind off the strenuous day she's had.

it starts when exhaustion looms over your head, you lie down and tug the covers over yourself and pull ellie under with you – if you don't, she'll never get any rest. there's perhaps a mere minute of quiet, where she gets herself comfortable situated behind you. and then, there's the featherlight touch of her lips against the back of your neck, a hand sliding up beneath your tank top. each kiss peppered down your bare shoulder is a silent form of begging, and she continues until you give in. doesn't take long these days.

your top is tugged up to your collarbone and ellie's lying on you now with a leg hooked right over your waist, a wordless insistence that you've gotta stay put. her hands grasp at your body gently, one splayed against your sternum as her lips purse around an engorged nipple. she's a hot mess, tongue absolutely fastidious, circling the hardened bud and flicking it back and forth. you're tracing wayward strands out of her face and caressing the back of her head as she swallows around your nipple hungrily.

a trail of drool cascades down the underside of your breast, and ellie's hand moves to the free and rather neglected mound beside her face. scrunching, squishing, kneading the skin. it's suddenly different tonight compared to usual, your breath short, muffled little moans eliciting from the fervent touching. and ellie switches between your tits every so often, sucking the soft skin raw and sore until your body grows spasmodic and fluttery, cumming untouched.

by the time it's over, you and ellie's minds are cleared of anything but mild shock, holding on tight with ellie's head against your chest until you both crash.

She gone girled irl

Touch.