Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

The love we had

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First things first, they’ll learn how to defend themselves,” Ghost grunted as he pulled the shirt down his torso, the toddlers in the kitchen playing dragons and knights.

“Right, the world’s first WWE toddlers.”

He pulled the belt through the loops of his jeans, scoffing at your words.

“That’s all bullshit. ‘m talking Taekwondo. Muay Thai. Something.”

You watched him fix his hair in the mirror, heavy eyes checking himself out thoroughly. He looked good, fit as always. And you loved him in that black, tight T-shirt that complimented his muscles so perfectly.

“What about Archy then? He’s in no state to become an athlete…” you heard Marla roar and your son giggling in the back. She had just learned how to walk and was unstoppable now with Archy always looking up to her in awe as he was still pretty much crawling. Two rays of sunshine roaming through the cold, concrete apartment.

With toddlers around you could finally convince Simon to lay a bunch of colorful carpets across the whole place, making it way more inviting and safe for them to explore. Slowly your home looked less like the batcave that it was when you moved in with Simon.

“He’s a fighter already, isn’t he?” Ghost smiled as he looked at the few grey strands of hair shimmering through his fresh trim.

“He is.” You smiled as you pulled the white sheets up your bare body.

There was no point in trying not to, you had to stare at his ass. That man sure had some cake and you’d always wonder if he even knew how round it was. If he even knew how much you loved digging your claws into the squishy skin when he was above you and sinking his body into yours, his cheeks turning red the more you’d dig your nails into it.

“Come back to bed,” you purred at him, sending a mischievous grin his way.

“Love…” he said as he opened the drawer containing his masks. Mentally he was already with the 141, you could tell.

“Just once more, I just want a cuddle.” you mewled with your legs snaking out the sheets, trying to seduce him by flashing your skin.

He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. There were duties waiting.

“Once I’m back,” he stuffed 3 cloths in his bag, closing the drawer with his strong hips.

“We won’t leave bed for a week. I’ll take you guys to that damn pancake place Marla’s been eyeing everytime we’d pick her up. I’ll do everything you want me to. I promise you that, sunshine.”

You liked the sound of that, snuggling into his side of the bed as you let your butt peek out just a little.

His brow raised as he saw the small tattoo you had there, knowing exactly that you’ll always try until the bitter end to get what you want.

“Not. Happening. I apologize, my pearl.” He stepped over to place a kiss on your lips, one you would turn into a heated mess as you pulled him down to you by his collar.

“Wildcat,” he muttered with you biting his lower lip.

“Wildcat for you,” you whispered with his eyes right in front of yours, the smell of him intoxicating all your senses. He pressed his lips back onto yours again as his hands found the back of your head, taking all of you in before he would have to leave you for an unknown amount of time again. You were like a siren with your hands on his stubbly cheeks, pulling him more and more into bed as the kiss intensified.