Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Simon loves you. He'd do anything for you. Anything you asked. So when your secret about age regression was revealed to him he was on board. Anything to help his beautiful baby cope. Anything

When you'd regress, said those beautiful words 'I feel small', He was there. You wanted a bottle? How warm. A pacifier? What color. A stuffy? What animal. He was on top of it. That being said, Simon was a man. He had urges. Seeing you suck on the pacifier stirred them. So he pushed the boundaries of your little space

It started small. Having you suck his finger instead of the pacifier. Pressing kisses along your body. Having you play with stuffys when you felt..needy

He remembers it like yesterday. The first time you asked daddy to play with you. When you complained. Pouted. Cried. Because the pacifier wasn't enough to soothe you. His fingers weren't enough. And his baby was so upset. The way you almost instantly felt better when he gave you something bigger. Sometimes thicker. Tastier. And god he remembers that feeling when he had finally your beautiful lips wrapped around his cock. When you gagged because you just couldn't fit all of daddy. You could. He knew you could. When you were big..you'd take it like it was nothing. Oh but when you were little. It was just too much. But that was okay. He'd let you work up to it. God it felt so good to have you suckling on his tip. Like a baby on a bottle. And fuck he's hard again

Simon is abruptly brought out of his daydream when his phones chimes. He picks it up, staring down at your text

Daddy. I feel small

He Immediately got up. Said his goodbyes to Price and Soap and left the gym. He was sweaty but he didn't care, he'd have his baby lick it off. He made his way back to your shared barracks opening the door.. and there you were. Tears in your eyes, desperate humping your stuffy, sucking on that pretty blue pacifier. It wasn't enough. You looked up at him, So fucking desperate

"Daddy.."

You whined and he melted. Locked the door and was infront of you in an instant. His hand on your chin, thumb brushing against your cheek. His voice was full of a dangerous mixture of lust and possessiveness

"It's okay, My little bunny. Daddys here"