Sorry I'm Going To Be More Normal About Him

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader

You have no idea Simon’s rented a flat the next block over.

It’s the quickest walk, from your place to his, and he makes it frequently, especially at night.

You don’t know he stands in the shadow of a tree, waiting for your lights to flick on and off. On, and off, all night long.

Orion keeps you up, he knows without a doubt now. The tired eyes and tired smile you gave him the other day when he fixed the washer filled him with shame, miserable and scalding, a burn searing across his heart.

He gave you a baby, and then disappeared.

He estimates you get up every three hours. The dim, muted light from your bedroom window flickers alive, and then the living room follows shortly after.

If he was there, things would be different. He’d get up with Ry, get him tucked into bed beside you, snuggled up to your breast. He’d rub the apple of your cheek to gently wake you, just enough so you’d know what’s going on, but not enough to truly open your eyes. You would trust him, trust him to take care of you, and the baby, trust that he’s there. You’d be half asleep as he pulled your tank top down and helped Orion latch, half asleep when Simon turned you in the bed so the baby could switch, Simon’s chest warm at your back, his hand holding Orion steady. He’d stay awake and vigilant until he was done eating, burped, changed, and settled back into his crib. He’d kiss you afterwards, long and sweet, and then press his nose to your hair and breathe deeply, before waking up to do it all over again in three hours.

It’s all a fantasy, a secret dream he’s built and tucked away in his mind-

but it will all be real. Soon.

He starts with a dinner.

It’s around six when he strolls up to your front door. He’s got two orders of takeaway fish and chips, a favorite of yours (he remembers) and a strawberry mango smoothie (he’s not sure if you like these or not, if he’s being honest, but he knows nutrition is important right now. The internet says you’re burning a lot of calories, but you also need more sustenance and nutrient rich foods.)

You’re surprised to see him, when you open the door, too big sweatshirt rolled up at the sleeves, ratty shorts raw hemmed between your legs. He enjoys the way your thighs touch, how they press together, and remembers them as warm and soft. He’s (not so secretly, based on your first night together) pleased by your body. Soft and sweet and curved, but strong too, strong enough you made him a baby, to be a home to his son. And to him.

His favorite little kitten.

Your eyebrows crease together achingly slow as you take him in, and the spot the takeaway bag. You point to it, small smile twisting your lips. “You brought me food?”

“Need ta make sure you’re eatin’ enough.” He grunts, and then steps closer, crosses the threshold, herding you inside with a hand on your hip. He does a preliminary sweep of the flat, and then sets the bag and smoothie on your kitchen counter. “Baby asleep?”

“Just went down.” You sigh, leaning backward against the cool tile. “Was really fightin’ it today. I’m hoping he’ll sleep for more than the usual two, three hours he’s been getting.” Your head tips back into the cabinet, exposing the vulnerable marrow of your throat, and you roll, glancing at the plastic cup filled with cold pink slime. “And a smoothie?” He chuckles.

“Wasn’t sure ah, if you liked ‘em or not but… it looked good.” You glance at your feet, sweet smile shyly peeking at him.

“Thank you.” You whisper. Your voice is thick, trembling on the last vowel, and his stomach pitches. “It’s… really nice of you, Simon. To bring me food. I…” you glance up, eyes full of tears, and he’s drawn towards you like a magnet. “It was really hard today.” Your voice cracks.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He tugs you into his chest, palm stroking slowly over the back of your head. “I know it is, mama. I know. It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” You sniffle against him. “It’s s-so hard, and I’m like… I’m not even a human- I’m j-just like a milk machine and I can’t sleep and can’t leave this flat. I feel like I’m failing, like I’m doing everything wrong and I’m leaking and I-“

“Okay, shhhh. It’s okay.” His arms tighten around you, nose skimming along the top of your head. “I’ve got you, c’mere.” He cradles your cheeks, tilting you upwards to look at him. “You’re not failing, you’re doing a great job. Orion is safe, and happy, and healthy. You’re healthy, and safe,” he wipes the tear rolling down your cheek. “and we’ll work on the happy part.” He takes a deep breath. “‘m gonna take some leave, be around for a bit. I’ll be here, to help.”

“You don’t have-“

“I want to be here sweetheart. I wish I had been here all along.” He’s earnest in his plea and hopes you can see, all the things he wants to give you, all the things he’ll do. The space in his heart he’s carved away for you, for Ry. The aching sore spot under his ribs that aches when he’s away from you. “Alright? I’ll be right here.” He pulls your hand into his, and then up to his face, dotting his lips across your palm, promise whispered away into your skin. “I’m right here, mama. I’m going to take care of you, of both of you, okay?” You close your eyes, take a deep breath.

“Okay.”

(afab!reader, mdni 18+, tw: kinda dubcon)

med-student!gaz who says he needs help cramming for an anatomy exam and ends up spreading you wide to take a look at your pussy. gets in real close, enough so that you can feel his breath against your slit. fingers holding your pussylips apart so that clit peeks out for him to see. when you start squirming and trying to clamp your legs shut, he starts pouting. why are you trying to hide from him? do you want him to fail his exam? :(

i mean, he's always been a hands on learner

…

GYAAATTTT GHOST???? CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP YEEEOOOOWWCHHHH!!!!!!

i might be doing really terrible on the emotional regulation front but in my defense ive had a gaping hole in my chest since i was 12

sex that feels like a murder attempt

The best ship dynamic is actually just. "I love you and it terrifies me. I'm terrified how much I need you and how much I want you to need me. I'm terrified I'm no good for you and I'm going to hurt you and ruin you and I'm terrified of how I feel when you're around me but I can't bear to push you away completely because I'm terrified to be without you so now we're stuck in limbo and that's terrifying too. I'm terrified that if I lost you now it'd destroy me and I'm terrified that it's too late to do anything about it. I love you. And it's terrifying."

Simon fucking into you from behind, your underwear shoved into your mouth so he doesn’t have to hear your pleas for him to stop, whispering to you about how you’re his purpose in life now. He was made for you. Made to protect, to love, to pleasure you. Anything (but your freedom) is yours for the taking. Everything about him belongs to you, you’re his goddess, his everything. And he’s never letting you go.

kidnapper ghost who gets himself a spitfire of a girl, who immediately flinches and hisses when he strokes his fingers over her round hip and tells her that he likes how soft and pretty she is. he realizes very quickly that making her upset is his favorite thing in the world, that seeing her angry eyes well up with furious tears is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. all she wants is to fight, to make him like her less, to spite him, but she can’t. he immediately concludes that it’s his favorite thing in the world to fuck with her head, so no matter what she does, he tells her what a good girl she’s being for him.

when she somehow unties her restraints her praises her and calls her resourceful and clever, rewarding her with two fingers in her cunt. when she scratches and bites and bruises him, he chuckles and tells her he loves her spirit, that it turns him on to be marked as hers. if she spitefully goes limp and ragdolls while he fucks her, he coos about what a sweet, obedient girl he’s got and how jealous his mates will be when they hear about his pretty pillow princess. when she curses him out, tells him she hates him and wishes he was dead, he laughs and tells her that he loves a girl he can banter with, someone with a good sense of humor. there’s nothing she can do that he won’t praise wholeheartedly, and it eventually makes her break down sobbing from frustration. nothing she says or does seems to deter him from this obsessive, deranged brand of love that she is trying so hard to reject.

so when he kisses her softly after round who-even-knows-what-number of rough, animalistic fucking, and tells her in a soft voice that he loves her, that he’ll always love her, no matter what, it’s nothing short of a delight to him to watch her fall apart, sobbing and clutching at her hair, grieving the loss of freedom that she knows she’ll never ever get back. he can see in her eyes that she believes him, and that it makes her despair.

and god if that doesn’t get him the hardest he’s ever been in his life, despite already going multiple rounds that day

😠.