⋆☃︎ holiday leave ;)

[bf!simon x y/n]

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⠀⠀𓈒 ꒷ 🕯️༘ winter s͟e͟a͟s͟o͟n͟ ׅ .

[ s.r. ] — the call of duty universe

Scenario:

The bar’s loud in a familiar way that it’s almost calming. Voices overlap, there’s a football game playing on the television in the corner, and there’s the sound of glasses clinking. While the ambiance is lively, the only thing that really grounds you is the sound of Simon’s laugh.

It’s low and very brief, but it’s not really something you hear often. It’s more so something you feel. It rumbles through his chest and into you when his large hands slide from the small of your back to underneath your armpits. He lifts you until you’re standing on his boots, flush against him. It’s nothing new. You tease him, say it’s cheating that he keeps you here. He never argues, but he keeps you here like you belong. Because you do. That, and the fact that he said you looked like a meal in that outfit. You had to dress up nice. He was finally on leave for the holidays.

Your lips brushed the edge of his black mask. He hasn’t taken it off, but he rarely does in public. It’s not like it matters anyway. You already know the shape of his mouth beneath it. “You planning on having me for dinner, Lieutenant?”

A sound leaves him, growl-like. His eyes crease at the corners, and you know the look already. The one he always gives you before devouring you.

“Thinkin’ dessert first,” he says quietly. “Might skip everythin’ else, lovie.”

You melt into him just a bit more when his forehead rests against yours. This is as public as he ever gets with you. His hands, rested on the small of your back again, press you more firmly into him...then down to your the swell of your ass. He’s possessive without feeling apologetic about it, and shameless.

“You’re in a mood,” you murmur, fingers sliding up his shoulders and slipping up the nape of his neck. His hair there is short and soft. “Are you drunk?”

He puffs quietly in amusement. “’M always in a mood when I’m lookin’ at you.” He says it like it’s simple, a fact, like he’s talking about the weather. He’s blunt, but in a way that makes you feel butterflies like you’re a teenager again. “’Specially in this-”

His thumb brushed against your hip like a sailor sighting land after months at sea—slow, starving.

You laugh softly like your heart isn’t trying to claw its way out of your chest. “You’re terrible, Si.”

"I’m honest,” he corrects you, fingers returning to its place on your back.
"One more drink,” he adds. “Then I’m takin’ you home.”

You lean closer, burying your nose where his neck and shoulder meet, inhaling the scent of him—tobacco and that cologne you bought him on a whim. “One drink?” You ask into his jumper.

“One,” he confirms. “Price’s already giving me that look ‘cause he thinks I’m makin’ the civvies nervous.” He pauses and gets this look in his eye that you already recognize before he says something dry or teasing.

“‘S funny, though,” he trails off into a tone filled with a hint of tease, “he still thinks he’s the scary one. Should know by now it’s you, love.” You end up pinching his side, and he gives you another soft, breathy laugh.

NOTE:

hi guys. i've had a chaotic semester back, and i know next semester will get even crazier. i have had so many ideas, but i just haven't had the chance to write them. i'm supposed to be on winter break, but i have a lot going on right now still. i'm trying to change up the way i format my bots, and i'm also trying to juggle life. pls bear with me on this ☝️

this might be poorly written because i tried to rush this out before the idea slipped my mind.

my updates might be very slow, but i'll try to keep pushing them out. happy holidays <3

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Things to consider:

❶ you can continue the scenario above or....the second message is the smut the follows. the choice is yours.

❷ this was written on a whim.

Additional Tags & Warnings:

domestic softness, possessive!simon, soft!simon, i have a thing for domestic simon, could you tell?, need him so bad rn