Husband!Simon Riley that lurks behind you constantly. in your home, at the grocery store, at a bar - he’s just looming behind you. sometimes he just stands and stares at the back of your head, absolutely smitten that you’re his and he’s yours. he’s not the best with words, but he’s great at following behind you
Husband!Simon Riley that’s silently delighted when you lean against him. he’s sturdy, a wall of a man - he’s cracking a small smile under his mask when you lean into him. he’s wrapping his arm around your waist, supporting your weight as you glance around. he tried leaning against you once, he didn’t tell you and caught you off guard, almost sending you tumbling to the floor
Husband!Simon Riley that likes when you give him mundane tasks. he’s always been good about following through on orders, yours just happen to be less life-or-death than his job. he’ll do exactly what you tell him to do, no comments or complaints. you want him to fold laundry? he’s doing it how you showed him, folding shirts and pants the way you like. you want him to change a lightbulb? he’s already walking to the closet. you want him to give you a kiss? say less, he’s stalking towards you
Husband!Simon Riley that spritzes his clothes with your perfume/cologne. just a little, he likes that he can walk around alone but it still feels like you’re with him. it doesn’t matter what scent it is - floral, fruity, smokey, musky, he’d happily drown in the scent. sometimes he sprays his balaclava with it before he leaves on a deployment, the 141 silently side eyeing each other because they can smell Ghost coming before they can see him
rough hands found themselves wrapped around your throat. “c’mon girl, gotta be quieter than that, don’t wan’ the whole world knowing that ’m fucking you in a public bathroom,” he grunted, beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he continued to slam his pelvis into you. you couldn’t even recognise the pornographic moans and whimpers that escaped your lips every time you felt his tip nudge against your g-spot. he was so big, every thrust from him felt like you were about to get to ripped apart from the inside. “ooh shiiiit-” he huffed, admiring the way his dick disappeared and reappeared from your tight cunt.
your arms ached from the strain of gripping the edge of the bathroom sink, but the discomfort faded, overwhelmed by the pleasure of him so deep inside, molding your pussy into the shape of his cock. you let out a gasp of pain when he suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to look into the mirror.
“well, well, well…now look at how good that sweet pussy is taking me,” you whined when you felt his other hand come to rest on your abdomen, gently pressing against the bulging outline of his cock.
“mghmm… o-oh god, please i wanna,” you keened, knees buckling as your entire body quivered. he stared into the mirror, eyes glittering in amusement. “what does my poor baby want?” he taunted, licking the shell of your ear as he continued to jackhammer into you, the lewd squelching noises between you filling the small space.
“go ahead, cum f’ me. make a fuckin’ mess on my cock, sweetheart,” white sparks exploded behind your eyelids as your orgasm tore through you. two fingers shoved between your lips to silence the string of incoherent babble that threatened to tumble past your lips.
TOJI FUSHIGURO﹒GOJO SATORU﹒GETO SUGURU﹒RYOMEN SUKUNA﹒RAFE CAMERON﹒TATE LANGDON﹒KAI ANDERSON﹒LUKE CASTELLAN﹒SIMON “GHOST” RILEY﹒EDDIE MUNSON + character of your choice
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Simon riley x f!reader (not my images, credit to pinterest)
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simon loved his missus. oh, there was no other woman quite like you. you and simon had be married for two years now and he still hadn't got tired of you. when you laughed, he smiled. something he thought he'd never do after the life of suffering he had. he believed his heart still beat because you loved the sound of it.
you were his wife, the lovely mrs. riley. and it took years of suffering for simon to realize that if he loved something. he had to hold is close. and with you, you were the closest to him.
which was why he was a little protective over you.
"simon james riley." you said with your arms crossed, "you are the most possessive man in all of this country. hell, maybe this entire continent! and don't think a cheesecake is going to make it all up to me."
simon slumped his shoulders a little, "love, please."
you crossed your arms tighter and eyed your husband, "simon. you told my male co-worker, quote, 'i cum in that every night'. you jealous fuck!" you threw your arms up.
simon attempted to defend himself by saying, "i'm not jealous.", he was a ghost on the battlefield. he handled more dangerous missions than the average special-ops soldier. he was battled bruised and scarred. but yet, under your stern gaze, he felt very human. where most assumed that the hulking size of mister riley meant he wore the pants in the relationship, it was quite the opposite, mrs. riley was the head of the house.
"simon. please. you know that i love you more than there are drops of water in the ocean." you dropped your arms, it was impossible for you to stay mad at him forever. he was your beloved husband. you got closer to him on the couch and dropped into his wide lap and took his square jaw in your delicate hands, "there's no need to get possessive of me."
he sighed and wrapped his strong arms around you. you held onto his face and guided it to yours. you kissed him on the lips and he eagerly kissed back. when he pulled him he cuddled you closer in his grasp and said, "it's not. it's them. i've seen every shade in a man. if somethin' happened to ya, love. i'd never be the same. i'd be a real ghost then."
"then don't make me send you to the afterlife because you keep telling people how much you finish in me." you said, shaking your fist at him. it wasn't totally serious, but it also wasn't totally joking. you knew simon worried, there was a reason you had your location on all the time when you went out.
you knew your husband had seen so much hurt in the world. the kind of pain that you couldn't wrap your head around. you had seen the scars from his father, caked into his skin. jagged and rough. even though they were buried under tattoos, you could still make them out. your husband's life had been rough, so you couldn't stay mad forever.
you placed your hands on his broad chest then gripped onto the front of his well loved navy blue shirt. you leaned towards him and gave him another kiss, "thank you though." you had to admit.
he raised an eyebrow and looked at you curiously. you were about to bite his head off and now you were thanking him?
"for wanting to protect me. i know it's only second nature for you." you patted his chest before you got up from his lap. you held out your hand to him, so small compared to his, "i know you love me, simon. even when you drive me up the wall with your... brash comments." you slumped your shoulders a little, "it feels nice to know that someone out there loves me."
he got up and took your hand. his hands were so rough and dry. they were like polar bear paws compared to yours. then again most things on him were bigger compared to you. he pulled you close to him and wrapped a strong arm around your waist. he looked down at you said said, "anythin' for you, lovie. you're my wife. i made that promise to ya, and i intend to keep it. don't like liars and men who don't look after their women." then let you out of his grasp to lead you to the bedroom.
you gave him a slight push onto the bed and he was already taking his shirt off. there was something about your husband being dominant that was a turn on. but, sometimes you wanted that control. and simon was more than happy to hand it over. like as he got undressed without you even having to ask. his strong body was exposed to you from his thick tattooed arms, to his dirty blond happy trail, to thighs that could crack someone's neck. he was so physically imposing compared to you. but you held his invisible chain.
you stood there with your hands at your hips, feeling simons' gaze along your body. you asked him, "are you going to be a good boy for me, si? be the boy i know you can be."
you watched that thick neck swallow and his cock stand a full mast. you giggled, the answered your question. you felt his gaze intensify on you as you undressed. exposing your curves to the man you married. you heard him shift on your squeaky bed.
once nude, you got into bed and straddled your husband's waist. he laid back onto the bed and watched you get on top of him. your pussy rubbed against his hard cock and you let out a soft noise. but when you sank down on his impressive length, he was the one making all the noises.
"shit, love. holy fuck. shit! shit!" he groaned as he buried his hands into your hips. not enough to harm you, but enough to feel closer to you. his words were silenced by your lips, tender and sweet against his.
"i'm sorry, what was that, si? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making." you giggled, lips close to his. he could feel the jump in his pulse. you took him in for another kiss and moved your hips against his. his cock hit in all the right areas and it made him pant heavily.
his eyes could've rolled back into his head, "nothin', love. i'm sorry. i'm sorry for scarin' off your co-worker. i just, i just want to make sure you keep bein' my woman. my life."
you took a hold of his face as you moved up and down on his cock. you peppered his face with kisses as you moved, going across every scar on the flesh.
you moved against him, the friction made him see stars. oh, you were perfect. even with your size difference, you still took him so well. he was honoured in all honesty. you worked so hard, he remembered having to give you the dimensions of his cock so you could find a toy close enough to its size to practice on. while that wasn't a story told at your wedding, it did get him through a lonely two weeks in austria. knowing you were back home riding silicone to make yourself better for him (as if you weren't perfect).
he held onto your hips and let you work against him. he could feel the pounding in his chest at the sight of you. and you were the same way. you placed your hands on either side of his wide chest and moved up and down his cock.
big scary man reduced to pathetic moans and soft words by his wife's body. it would be cute if it wasn't so pathetic.
"see what happens when you're a good boy, simon? you get all this and more. your wife's pretty cunt. i know you drool for it every day. kick off those boots, get out of your mask and starting hunting to get a taste of me." you purred in his ear. it made him feel fuzzy all over.
you felt your heartbeat in your throat as you kept moving. you clutched onto the covers and really put your back into it. his cock hit so perfectly, it made you see star behinds your eyelids.
it felt so, so good. it lit a fire in you to make you two reach your orgasms. he watched your body work with him, rutting against him. it left warmth in your belly, and pooled into your limbs.
"i love you." you said.
"i love you too. fuck i love ya." he groaned as he felt the shudder of pleasure through his body.
such a rough man that would fold so easily for you. you rose and dropped your hips at a quicker pace. simon's pants were heavy as he watched you climax. as you arched your back and gasped into the air. your body went tense and it made simon finish inside of you.
cumming in your pussy settled a beast in simon's blood. that he had marked his beloved from the inside. it made a little something rise him that was settled when you slowed to a stop and rested your head against his shoulder. his cock was semi-hard and still nestled inside of you. you sighed contently.
"you are the most possessive man in this country, si."
he wrapped his arms around you as you let your bodies cool down. both breathing heavily from the after shivers of pleasure. he said softly, "yeah, love. but, only because you're my whole world. only a fuckin' idiot would lose you."
you looked up at your husband and kissed him on the lips, "well then, mister riley. i think there is an apology cheesecake in the fridge waiting for us. or at least me, since you bought it for me." it had slipped your mind earlier, but now you craved something sweet.
simon cupped your ass for a moment before he kissed you. anything for his loving missus. the woman of his life <3
ghost fucking himself dumb with your pussy while he sucks on your fingers, shoved knuckle-deep between his pink, swollen lips. bucking his hips unrhythmically, nothing but needy, and with hearts in his eyes as he stares down at your pretty, pliant body.
his poor dick throbs surrounded by your tight warmth, his harsh grip on your hips minute to the way he’s relentlessly rubbing up against that sweet spot in you.
he’s already filled you up once and he’s barreling towards another high in the matter of seconds, evident with the sweat slicking his biceps, the heavy rise and fall of his chest in short intervals, even his lesser-controlled noises that spill out around your digits. there’s no such thing as a ‘quickie’ with this man; he can’t help but always press past one round, especially after you ask him so, so nicely for more.
jaw slacking as his abs pull taut with the pressure building in his tummy, eyes fluttering shut on their own volition, posture lurching forward above you when he spills his cum deep inside you. grinding himself through his high, sloppy as ever, and you’ve never felt more satisfied as you take in his every expression.
he’s grown obsessed with the feeling of having his mouth stuffed full. allowing himself to turn utterly light-headed and brain-dead around you, to touch and fuck you unsophisticatedly, and without a worry in the slightest.
What if, hypothetically, Simon got to hunt the reader down through the woods behind their cabin. (Consentually of course.) And once he caught them he takes them back to the house and fucks them like he's trying to get them pregnant.
TYSM for the idea Anon!!!!
RUN, LITTLE MOUSE SimonRiley x reader
MDNI
tw: consensual pr3y/pr3dat0r, r0ugh s3x, cussing, unpr0tect3d p in v, d3gr@ding, slight pr@ise, cre@mp!e, 0ral (f recieve)
f!reader x Simon Riley
You and Simon had taken a break from 141, to really form a life with him. One night, you decided to be a brat, then ran outside, Simon chasing you. Hunting you. This was consensual of coarse. something about the thrill of being hunted sent an exhilarating chill through you as you ran through the woods of your 5 acres.
"C'mere, ye brat" His voice is thick with his British accent
Simon soon catches you, slinging you over his shoulder and carrying you inside. The second the door is shut and locked, he's fucking you like he wants to be a father.
"SIMON!" you gasp.
He slams you down onto the kitchen floor, your back hitting it with a hard thud, Simon leaning down and kissing you hard.
"You don't get to run from me. Brat."
He flips you over into your stomach, bringing your hips up, and uses his knees to bring yours further apart.
You gasp, the change in position giving you a moments break to breath, but that was short lived until Simon rammed himself into you mercilessly, his dick hard and hitting your g spot everytime.
"Holy fuck simon!"
"Love, you will listen to me. You are mine. I will not stop until you understand that you are mine. I will not stop being possessive over you, and I will not stop making you submit to me"
You soon become a trembling mess, gripping at anything, hell, the kitchen tiles.
"Shh...my pretty little slut...."
He brings his hand around you, rubbing tight circles on your clit, his other hand on your neck, keeping your head up, forcing you to watch yourself in a full length mirror not far from where you lay on the cool tiles.
"that's my girl....fuck..."
He continued to fuck your brains out, only pulling out to see his white slick dripping out of you. The sight makes him feral, his tongue finding its way to your dripping hole.
You can't do anything but whimper and moan, an overstimulated mess.
He buries his face in your sex, not coming up for air.
"you're MINE....i own you...." He grunted.
After he cleaned you up he pick you up off the floor and carries you to your room, where he lay with you, marking your body.
Not too much softer, just less on edge after that.
Thinking about how angry Ghost would be behind the wheel with fem!reader touching yourself in the passenger seat. He’s white-knuckle gripping the steering wheel, jaw tight, probably playing at unaffected but missing by a mile. Reaches out to violently shut off the radio so that he can hear the wet sounds of your fingers slipping against yourself, because he likes the torture, really.
He’s too straight edge to offer assistance (and too self-aware of his own tenuous driving skills to risk your safety), refuses to even look away from the road until he jerks to a stop at a red light. Only then does he turn to take you in spread out in the passenger seat, shirt hiked up over your breasts, hand shoved down the front of your leggings, thighs shaking.
He grits out a response, trying to ignore the heat building in his gut at the sight of you, at the sound of you panting in his ear mixed with the lewd wet sounds of your fingers.
Simon:“Nothing. Why would something be wrong?”
There's a moment of silence as you're movements become more intense and your breath becomes labored.
He lets out a deep breath as he tries to focus on the road rather than your hands and heavy breathing.
Simon:“If you’re going to do that, the least you could do is make sure I enjoy it,” he says, glancing at you out of the corner of his eyes as he hits the gas a little too hard, causing the car to jerk forward. He’s glad you can’t see the way he’s biting his lip, trying to ignore the tightness building in his body.
"yea? how do you suppose i do that?"
He grits his teeth and looks back at the road, not letting his focus waver from it.
Simon:“I don’t know. Surprise me.” he snaps, with no humor to his words. He can’t keep his thoughts straight as he pulls into the base, parking his car as quickly as possible.
"well, we're here." You argue.
He puts the gear in park and cuts the engine, staring down at the steering wheel, still breathing hard. He glances at you out of the corner of his eyes, watching as your hand slides out of your pants.
He bites his lip and grabs you by the waist, bringing you to his lap. He’s never felt this needy before, but you’re like a drug.
His hands slide into your hair as you gasp to pull you into a harsh kiss. He has no patience, no restraint left.
He slides a hand between your legs, teasing you with how lightly he touches. You can feel the heat off his body. His fingers are rough on your clothed clit, sliding up, down. Teasing you. You know he’ll deny himself for you, even for the slightest touch and it drives him mad that he’ll even consider it. He bites your neck, trying to muffle a groan.
"FUCK" you groan. The feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin, especially your neck, sends shockwaves of pleasure through you.
Simon:“Keep your voice down, love. We’re still in public. They’ll kick us both off base,” he moans into your ear as his teeth scrape across your neck. He doesn’t slow his fingers as they move over you.
He continues to bite your neck and collarbone, his mouth making hot, sloppy marks as his fingers move faster.
"shit, Simon…we're in the parking garage…" You protest through gritted teeth.
Simon:“You’re always the one saying to live a little.” he grins against your skin before he pulls away just enough to look at you properly. He slows his pace just slightly, but his fingers continue to tease.
"yea well if we get caught, we wont be living at all!" You're argument is only half assed, the larger portion of your brain not wanting him to stop.
Simon:“Then let’s not get caught,” he whispers. He doesn’t wait for a response. Instead, he lifts you up, so that you’re straddling him, facing him. The way he bites your lip and looks at you, you can tell he’s been waiting for this. He pulls you in for a kiss that’s more teeth and tongue than lips,his fingers pushing inside of you, curling at the perfect angle.
!MDNI! TW: so...ch0k3 k!nk, rough, no smut but def steamy, NSFW
please dont copy!!!! NOT MY IMAGES
You and Simon have been best friends for few years now, if you can really call it that. You weren't dating but the two of you regularly hook up. And it was often enough to know each others kinks and 'preferences'.
Simon knows to keep himself in check when he has his hand gripped around your neck. You two consecutively agreed to count to 15. That was the max. Past 15 and he needs to loosen his hold on you, he was always careful about that, but this time he was getting dangerously close to the 15 and had no look of stopping.
"You counting?" you ask
"thirteen" he replies in a husky tone
you grin "knew you would..."
You swallow when he doesn't let go.
He smirked when he heard you swallow. He gripped a little bit tighter on your neck. The tips of his fingers pressing against your jawline.
"What? Can't handle a little bit longer princess?"
"we said fifteen" you strain
"…And I'm testing you princess. You've been naughty. You deserve this." he said moving his body slightly closer, standing over you with a smirk. His other hand resting on your cheek, his thumb brushing over it.
He paused for a moment when he noticed the flash of fear in your eyes. His smirk quickly faded. He quickly let go of your neck and wrapped his arms around you when the expression appeared on your face. He brought you into a tight hug.
"Hey, hey. I'm sorry…" he muttered into your ear
You gasp for air, "we said 15"
he squeezed you a bit more. He gently cupped your chin and lifted your head up to look at him.
"I know. I was testing you… I'm sorry. I've got you princess. You're safe." he said quietly. He ran his hand through your hair
He gently pulled away from you for a moment. He had a look of worry in his eyes. He knew you well enough to know when he was going too far, or when he needed to stop
"Are you okay?" he asked
You nod, fully catching my breath "yea, yea, i'm good"
He looked at you for a moment. He knew he usually had a hard time restraining himself when he got too into it and the last thing he wanted to do is hurt you… but he couldn't stop his curiosity
"Can I ask you something?"
"anything"
He grabbed your chin gently and made you look directly at him. He had a look in his eyes, curiosity and worry.
"Did I scare you..?" He quietly asked
You think about his question.
he paused for a moment. He gently caressed your cheek with the pad of his thumb, gently running it over your skin. There was a look of worry on his face
"What did you feel at that moment I was gripping your neck. Hm? Can you…try to explain it to me?"
*a small grin forms on your lips* "you know i love that…but you went past 15"
he sighed softly as you spoke. He already knew that he went past the time limit. He just wanted your thoughts. He gently grabbed your hips and lifted you up so that you were sitting on the counter top
"I know, I know. I'm sorry… I just… wanted to test you, is all…."
He paused for a moment, gently gripping your waist as his thumbs rubbed against your skin. He let his hands gently wander under your shirt. The pads of his thumbs gently brushing against your stomach.
"You were scared, weren't you princess..?" he asked quietly
you shrug.
He paused for a moment and quietly muttered, more to himself than to you
"Damnit… I hurt you…."
He muttered. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a deep sigh.
"i'm okay, i really could've gone longer, i was just…worried you wouldn't stop"
He stopped for a moment. He knew you were just worried he wouldn't stop, or that he'd end up hurting you.
"I would've stopped. I'm not that much of an ass to actually hurt you. I would've stopped… I just wanted to see for how long you would've lasted princess."
He grabbed your chin and looked directly into your eyes, a smirk appearing on his lips
He smirked when you grinned at him in response. He knew what that smile meant. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you slightly closer to the edge of the counter top. He gently leaned over you, resting his arms against the counter on either side of you so that he was able to look down at you
"I think I need to test you in something else, princess~"
He ran one hand up your side, letting his fingers gently brush against your skin. He could see the look in your eyes. You knew exactly what he was implying. He gently grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, and lightly tilted your face up to look up at him
"You ready to play princess?.. Or are you not in that mood right now?"
you return his hand to your neck.
He paused when you guided his hand to your neck. He wrapped his hand around your throat gently, careful not to apply too much pressure. He let out a quite chuckle
"How do you expect me to resist, when you willingly do that~ Hm princess?"
