pairing: husband!simon “ghost” riley x pregnant wife!reader
summary: your husband loves feeling your pregnant stomach, finding different, creative ways to do so
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you currently stood in the kitchen, finishing up dinner for you and simon to eat. your husband had just arrived home, giving you a kiss and your baby bump a kiss before heading upstairs to shower the day’s filth off him.
simon always knew he wanted to provide for his future wife and children, so he spent many of his younger years training, getting promoted to higher ranks in the military. he wanted to work hard now to give his future family the life they deserved. he didn’t want them to go through even a little bit of what he had to endure growing up. he would die before he let that happen.
the man felt his heart sink at the sight of you being so nurturing towards him, cooking a meal for him to come home to, you wearing some of his old clothes. you looked really fucking pregnant, belly looking a lot bigger than it should. your poor legs needed breaks from walking and standing because they still weren’t used to the extra weight, swollen feet having to waddle you around everywhere you went.
when your husband knocked you up 7 months ago, you were expecting to have a big baby. simon was over 74 inches tall, being 230lbs of pure muscle, while you were several inches shorter than the man, tiny body often covered by his large one. you started showing around 3 months, excitement filling both of you. it was around 5 months where you both started being a little concerned, your womb growing at a faster pace than normal. people started thinking you were already in your third trimester with how big you were looking!
after a doctor’s visit, you and your husband’s nerves were relieved, the doctor reassuring the baby was okay and just bigger than normal, an eye looking at simon, who was smirking to himself.
he walked down the stairs in your house, arms coming to wrap around your pregnant belly. you leaned back against the man, missing him since he left this morning. your eyes closed as he kissed your cheek, making his way to that sweet spot on your collarbone.
“ya look so beautiful, luv’. m’ pregnant wife wearin’ m’ clothes?” he kisses you again, “cooking m’ food after a long day of work?” another kiss, your knees buckling in his grip.
you turn to face him, bringing your lips to his. you had to stand on your tip toes to connect your lips, simon lifting you by the waist to help you. “knew this would make you happy, si!” you kissed your husband again, “we both really missed you when you left this morning,” you say, hands moving to your belly, “so wanted to do something for you.”
you didn’t miss the look in the man’s eye, him dropping to his knees in front of you, big hands on your stomach. although your stomach appeared huge, simon could still fully cover a good amount, your heart swelling at the thought of him holding your future child. “tha’ right, sweetheart?” he says still looking up at you, hands roaming around your belly.
you could only nod at the sight, feeling a heat build in your core. your pregnancy hormones made you so fucking horny sometimes, your husband not helping your case.
he noticed the shift in your legs though, feeling your skin heat up from his touching. he kissed your baby bump some more, “daddy loves you so much,” occasionally leaving him. god, simon loved feeling your baby, dreaming of the day he gets to actually hold the baby.
“is somethin’ wrong, mommy?” his eyes peer up at you, your pussy throbbing. something about seeing the large man on his knees, hands on your body, calling you mommy, you were doomed.
“wanna be touched, si,” you were blunt. you didn’t feel any embarrassment, shamelessly pushing your front into the man’s face more.
he grips your hips, stopping any movement, “needa eat first, mommy. don’ wan’ ya and the baby hungry, do we?” his fingers would definitely leave marks on your skin. with a reluctant head nod, simon kissed your stomach again, rising to his feet, kissing you next.
after you finished dinner though, simon had you laid across your kitchen island, knocking a few things off. he just made you cum for the second time, claiming you were, “the best dessert a man could ever have.”
you felt real heaven when your husband started fucking you, grotesque moans leaving your body every time he hit your cervix. he loved filling feeling your baby whenever he could! he just wanted to meet the little one early!
Simon never, ever thought he would be in love with someone, marrying with her, and then making a baby with her. Hiss teammates thought he would die alone. And so is he. He wasn’t a man for love or relationship. His grumpiness, stubbornness wasn’t a thing that girls loves. Or he thought so.
Because there he was, holding a small baby girl in his arms. So, so small compared to him—His large hand was covering baby’s head— She was so beautiful with her chubby cheeks, her mother's hazel eyes, and her blonde hair. He had fallen in love again. This time to his daughter.
He swayed her back and forth, caressing her soft, silky hairs. Mumbling lullabies he learnt from his wife. The sun was shining brightly through the window of the nursery. The curtains were fluttering and falling as if they were dancing in the warm, summer breeze that came through the open window.
Her hazel eyes locked to her daddy, smiling with her toothless mouth. Simon melted, kissed the baby's neck with a deep sigh. Earning a happy squeal from his loved one. He chuckled deeply. The baby was so awake and energetic for this early hours of morning, but he needed to go work. He was already late about an hour.
He sighed. With quiet footsteps, he walked out from the nursery with bundle of noise in his arms. Got inside of the massive bedroom. Only to see his lovely wife sleeping soundly in bed. He placed carefully baby girl to bed, next to her mommy. She immediately squealed reaching to touch her mommy’s cheeks. He can’t help but smile at such affectionate view. His favorite activity was watching his wife. Now another one added on his favorite activity list. Watching his daughter. He couldn’t be any happier.
His thoughts got cut with a loud scream from the baby—because her mommy wasn’t playing with her— And causing Y/N waking up with groan. Simon shushed baby girl.
“Why’re ya wakin’up your mommy, sweet cheeks?” He asked. Caressing her blond hairs.
Soon, Y/N opened her eyes. Looked around with sleep drunk mind. Simon laughed in his deep voice. “G’morning m’love.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss into her hairs. Y/N smiled, melting into her partner’s small kiss. She looked around as her eyes adjusted to the light.
“Huh, what’s this noisy baby doing in my bed?” She asked. Caressing baby girl’s chubby cheek. She immediately grabbed her finger and tried to suck it. “Hungry monster.” Y/N turned to Simon while lifting the baby to her arms, positioning baby to her chest.
“Aren’t you late to work, love?” Baby’s mouth sounds filled the room.
“Yeah. M’late and need to head base. But you and her making it’s impossible.” Simon said, huffing to her hair. Y/N chuckled. Caressing his strong bicep, that placed on her tight. This was a routine morning both Simon and Y/N loved so much. Affectionate family interaction.
After a while Simon had left. Leaving sleeping baby and wife on king sized bed. Two girls hugged to each other. Y/N’s arm protectively around baby’s tiny body. Shielding her from every threat. Her breath hitting the baby's shiny hair.
And baby girl, snuggled to her mommy’s comfort, holding her necklace with her tiny fingers. Dada’s smell still on bed made them fall asleep quickly. Before baby, when Y/N lay next to Simon, she had fallen asleep quickly. Her sleeping problems would melt away. It was the same after baby girl had born. But now baby was the same with her mommy. Sleeping quickly because of daddy’s scent on bed and pillow. And sleeping peacefully till afternoon. Just like her momma.
They had no idea that Simon were watching them through camera. Smiling like an idiot, caressing their faces through the phone in his hand. The two girl had no idea, how Simon loved them. They had been his world. And he would never let anyone’s finger laying on them.
YAAYY! When I’m watching tiktok a baby girl and her momma popping to my screen. So I wanted to write something for Ghost. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ
someone told him once that dreaming is a language. when he married you, he found that to be true. there's something poetic about being awake but feeling like you're in the most wonderful dream, accompanied by a goddess who's mystical and divine.
and you swear that beneath his tough exterior, there's a halo around his beating heart
because he hasn't been to work in days. and it's all because of you. you kiss his neck, tell him how sexy he is, and he loses time as soon as your pretty little pussy is wrapped around his huge dick, milking him for everything he's worth.
he nearly gets fired because you take him as if you're a pure-hearted spellbound minx. a venus flytrap that's insatiable and loving. and he never complains. never uses it against you. he married you because he wants you to bury your heart inside his. wants you to get lost with him in those awake-time dreams.
Can i ask for a pt2 on husband!simon and drunk reader? i really liked how well written it was.
Love your writing btw TY
thinking about getting a little too drunk w husband!simon… (pt. 2)
like i said before, he’s on you the second you get home.
he keeps up the gentleman act for a short while, carrying you up to the front door with your heels in his opposite hand. he shushes your rambles and babbling on the way, even though you sound so cute doing it. he even reassures you that you still look pretty whenever the insecurity passes through your drunk little head.
“baby, is my makeup messed up?”
“of course not. stop worryin’ ‘bout it.”
anything to keep you calm and docile. the neighbors don’t need to hear how much of a mess you are.
all the while, though, his mind is just racing, eager with what he’s going to do to you.
sure, he’s not really mad. a little annoyed, a lot possessive, but mostly horny if anything else. he secretly loves when you get like this— too drunk and out of your mind to think too much. you come completely out of your shell then.
the way you eyed him up as you sipped on the drink he’d hand you. the way you wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him down to whisper how horny you were— how you needed him to fuck you. it was too much for him to handle all at once. even moreso when you saunter off a few seconds later, giggling like nothing had happened.
yeah, he’d been waiting for this moment.
as you two make it past the threshold, he set you down softly, allowing you to stumble a bit as he locks the door behind you. you try wander off, eager to get away before he gets his hands on you, but his patience is already so thin. this game of look-but-don’t-touch was far played out.
he’d pull you back into him with a grip of insanity, silently smirking at the way you gasped into his touch.
his strength was always something that amazed you— the way he could pick you up and toss you around without breaking a sweat. it was something his years of military service and industrial work had awarded him. something that lay just dormant under his buttoned-up polos and fleece-lined jackets. now, though, instead of being for the country or a hard-boiled employer, it was for you and you alone.
“you acted out tonight, huh?” he’d question, voice gruff and deep against your ear. the chuckle that accompanies that sentence is anything but disarming— just another example of his frustration.
“did i not give you all the attention you wanted? is that why you needed it from all those people?”
his breathing picked up there in an almost animalistic way, mimicking ragged pants more than breaths. when he got this worked up, it almost felt like you had been corned by a predator— like you were it’s prey. the meal it had watched and waited for all night. it was exciting.
“no you didn’t, baby,” you replied cheekily, tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder, “and i got dressed up so pretty too.”
you relished in how his big, bulky arms rested around your waist, veins pulsing and strained under his skin. he held you like a vice, his grip growing tighter with the way you were teasing him. even with your drunken vision, you knew how much power he held over you right now.
“guess i should make up for that then, huh?” he chided into your neck, lapping his tongue over the soft, sensitive valley that rested there. you hated how well he could read your body— how he knew exactly what spot to lick, kiss, suck. it was second nature to him. he argued you had the same knowledge too though.
the second his lips smash yours is the one in which you melt. being bratty had it’s merits— the biggest one being your husband’s amusement. after a while of being chased and catered to though, you’d start to crave the moment when he’d grow tired with your behavior. then, and only then, would he remind you of your place.
the kiss is a sloppy one. plush, firm lips parting against one another. tongues dancing with mouthfuls of saliva and the lingering taste of alcohol. the way simon brought his hand up to your neck, forcing you to your tippy toes in the midst of it only made it worse.
before you knew it, he had you bent over your stairwell, far too eager to make it up to your bedroom. the dress you’d once struggled to keep down was now hoisted up to your chest, exposing most of your perfect fucking body.
your panties were pulled down to your ankles, sopping in arousal and the runoff of you and your husband’s past four orgasms.
normally, he would’ve taken his time— been more attentive. there was rarely ever a time he fucked you without at least tasting you first. but this was one of those times. he was too horny to even prep you, instead taking the sight of your dripping pussy as enough.
“look at you, lovie,” he taunted, running two of his fingers over your sopping entrance. “you all wet and sloppy from pissing me off?”
it was almost intoxicating for him. the way your heart-shaped ass presented so nicely for him. the way you trembled slightly as he overstimulated you, barely keeping yourself upright against the plush carpet stairs as another orgasm ripped through you. the way you called his name like a prayer, apologizing, pleading, praising— anything your muddled little mind could muster.
“please baby, it’s starting to hurt.” you sounded like a whimpering dog, voice sliced by the sheer force of his thrusts into you.
“nuh uh,” he’d answer, pushing the breathy noise from his mouth as he rutted towards another orgasm, “this is what you wanted, right? you can take it.”
he’d move his hands then from their grip on your breasts further down to your waistline then, jerking you towards his thrusts without a second thought.
if you looked down, you were sure you’re see his cock brushing against your tummy. it was something he’d show you when he had you on your back. he’d press down on both sides of your stomach, fucking up into you with that pace he knew could make you squirt, and he’d taunt.
“look baby. look at how deep you’re takin’ me.”
you felt that way now— like you could squirt from the sheer intensity and power of him. from the grip he had around you, or even the heinous shit he was whispering in your ear.
“you just don’t know. i was two seconds away from fuckin’ you in front of all those people.”
“i should’ve made cum in the middle of that bar, huh? mark my territory that way.”
“awh, you’re cummin’ again? go ahead baby. there’s ten times more after that.”
but that wasn’t even the worst of it. eventually, he started talking in the ways he only would when he was really fucking gone.
“to think, those dumb bitches actually thought they’d take you home tonight. gettin’ an eye full of what’s all mine.”
“my pretty fucking wife,” he’d say, taking a pause to groan out as he burried himself in your walls, “i’d do any-fucking-thing for you.”
“kill any bastard with their eye on you.”
it was in these moments that you’d try not to take his words too seriously. you were sure he didn’t mean them— just drunken, lust-driven rambles.
if only you knew just how truly devoted your husband was. not just to getting you off, but to so so much more.
alright, i’m done holding out on this one! thank you so much for the ask, as well as the love and support on my writing! this is so so much fun.
summary: when simon finally comes back home from deployment, he makes sure he spoils you in the best way possible. *wink wink*
warnings: cursing, teasing touches, husband!simon needs a warning of its own UGH, filthy car sex, messy pussy eating, wet noises, missonaryyy, filthy nasty dirty talk, we already know simon has the mouth of a sailor hehe
wc: 2.8k
notes: first of all, i wanna give a big big big shoutout to @suimon because without her AMAZING FUCKING PHENOMENAL works of art, i wouldn't have gotten out of my writing funk and they truly have inspired me 🫶🏼 second of all, i was on twitter and came across this spicy video and it basically helped me create whatever this is 😭 enjoy !
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it wasn’t that you didn’t want to go out tonight. in fact, you’re ecstatic to go out with your husband. it’s only been two days since simon has been back from being deployed for almost one month. he had spent the two days sleeping and getting up to eat when it’s necessary, only to go back to sleeping. you didn’t care about that. you were just happy that he was back home. safe. alive. on the third day, he surprises you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
“we’re going out t’night,” he tells you, eyes all soft with a barely there smile on his lips when you go nose deep into the flowers and sniffing deeply with a pleased smile on your face. “i won’t tell you where. but it’s gonna be a nice place.”
that night, you got ready with nervous butterflies bubbling in the pit of your stomach. it had been so long since you and simon have been out on a date night. with his deployments and your full-time job, having time for yourselves, let alone as a couple was a rarity these days.
you sprayed yourself with simon’s favorite perfume of yours and did a once over in the mirror. your hair looked beautiful, your makeup was on point, your outfit wasn’t too flashy nor too casual - it was a body hugging dress with thin straps and tasteful cleavage and some wedged heels. as you walked downstairs, you saw simon waiting for you at the bottom with his keys in hand. he was dressed so nicely and the color of his dress shirt matched your dress. with tight fitting slacks and his ‘going out’ boots, you knew you’d be staring at him all night long. your cheeks warmed when you caught his gaze. his lips had parted and you could’ve sworn his eyes sparkled. although your heels added a few inches to your height, it was still nothing compared to simon. he still stood above you, two and a half heads taller.
“so.. how do i look?”
he didn’t like how hesitant you sounded. with a slow step forward, his finger hooked under your chin to lift your head up. god, the smell of him was mouth watering. you’re on your ovulating schedule so his natural musk combined with his cologne was like sinking your teeth into the tenderest meat there is. you nearly moaned. nearly.
“you look.. almost as beautiful as the day i met you,” he told you, so genuine, so soft, and so in love.
“almost?” you giggled and caught him off guard by pulling him down and clumsily kissing his chin instead of his lips.
“mhm,” he grumbled and led the way outside to his suv.
dinner went smoothly. simon had taken you both to a nice little italian restaurant downtown. it was the perfect place for a romantic night. the tables were dimly lit with candles and fresh flowers. he did everything a gentleman should do. pulling your chair out, knowing your favorite dish and ordering it for you, getting you your own dessert, paying. but the night still had a salacious vibe to it. for some reason, simon just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. his hand kept brushing up on your thigh, subtly hiking your dress up to feel your skin under his fingertips. you had to quietly scold him as the restaurant was nowhere near empty and your table wasn’t secluded from wandering eyes.
“can’t help it,” he told you in your ear, his voice all low and gruff and husky in a way that always had you tingling. “my wife s’just so fuckin’ gorgeous to look at.” and with that, he left a warm kiss under your earlobe, knowing exactly that was the spot he knew makes you whimper. and you did. only loud enough for him to her.
during the car ride home, it began to rain. it was damn near impossible to drive with the way the rain pelted hard and fast onto the windshield and roof. simon cursed under his breath, the hand resting on your thigh tightening for a brief second. you swallowed down a soft moan as it got lodged in the back of your throat. but simon, having the ears of a true soldier, heard it. he fucking hears everything. you hated and loved it simultaneously.
breaking free from your thoughts, the car swerves to the side to go down an empty road leading to an abandoned part. it was the only place farthest from town. no busy streets. no houses. no stores. it was deserted.
“si?” you were getting confused when he put the car into park and turned the ignition off. he turns on the top light and then turns to you. you expected him to give you a kiss with how he’s leaning over the console, but instead he reaches under your passenger seat, pulls the lever, and forcefully slides your seat further back so it puts a big amount of space between you and the dashboard. “simon?!”
“gimme a minute,” was all he says before getting out of the car and getting wet from the rain.
the door slams shut and you’re twisting and turning in your seat. it was pitch black outside with no streetlights, no house lights, no nothing. your side door is yanked open and simon hops in, slamming it shut and locking it after. he’s on his knees in front of you in the passenger side as you’re still in the seat, dumbfounded. he starts to unbutton his dress shirt as he stares down at you. the dim light in the car casts shadows on his face and he looks so fucking good.
your breathing starts picking up as he kneels before you shirtless. he then starts to unstrap your wedged heels, carelessly throwing them into the backseat. you finally let out a moan when he grabs your hips and forces you to slide down your seat and your thighs fall open.
“fuck, you smell so good,” simon grunts and buries his face between your thighs to mouth and nose at your covered cunt. he licks and sucks through the fabric, further getting it wet with his saliva. “taste like fuckin’ heaven.” he’s quick to slide your panties down and hoists your dress up to pool around your hips, fully exposing your bare cunt to his eyes and his eyes only.
“s-simon,” you whimper softly, eyebrows drawn and lips parted. the ache in your core began to hurt. your hips bucked and your thighs twitched. you didn’t know what you wanted. his hot, messy tongue. his long, powerful fingers. or his thick, hard cock. all you can utter is, “please.” please, anything.
immediately, he bows his head and licks a hot stripe from asshole to clit. he focuses more on your clit. he widens his tongue and uses his big hands to hook underneath your knees to press them into your chest. the wet slurps and hot puffs of air all over your messy pussy has you keening with uncontrollable twitches.
“ooh fuck, fuck, oh my god!” you grab onto his wide wrists, manicured nails digging into the skin for some stability. “fuck me. please, fuck me!”
when your voice gets all high pitched and whiny, simon knows it’s go-time. with one hand reaching down to expertly unbutton and slide down his slacks, he uses his other hand to spread your thighs open. your right foot rests on the window ledge. with the dim lighting and the rain pattering on the car roof, everything about this was romantic. simon lowers his head and gives your lips messy, hard kisses. all tongue. all teeth. heavy breathing and hushed moans. you tasted your slick and a hint of wine on his tongue. if that wasn’t the perfect combination, you didn’t know what was.
“you ready f’me?” his voice is so gruff and thick with lust. he taps the head of his leaking cock on your messy cunt. the lewd noises made you want to cover your face from embarrassment of how wet you are. “hm? ‘s this little cunt ready f’me to fuck her?” god, the things he says would be enough to make a deaf nun cry. but you didn’t care. you ached for him, everywhere.
“plea-please, si,” you weakly whimpered. your body was on fire and you were close to tears. wetness made your lashes clump and you sniffled softly. “need you. need it bad. need you.”
he tuts. he actually tuts. and the condescending smile he sends you makes you all the more embarrassed as your cunt leaked even more slick. “poor angel,” he croons and grins wolfishly. “poor, poor baby.”
and then finally, finally, he dips the head inside your pathetic little hole. and inch by inch, he slides in and then slides back out. he slides in again a little more and slides out again. the teasing torture was enough to make you start crying. simon’s arms wrapped around your trembling frame and he allows you to bury your face in his bare shoulders. you’re hugging his big, beefy body to yourself, your hands desperately holding onto his sides.
“i-i can’t ta-take it! fuck me, please, please, simon, please.” you’re babbling incoherently, sobbing softly into his skin and curling your toes as he grinds his cock up and down your cunt before finally sliding all the way in.
“there we go,” he coos in your ear. “there’s my girl.”
almost instantly, the sobbing stops and is replaced with garbled moans and punched gasps. your lips are open on his shoulder and drool slowly begins to seep out. you hug him closer as warmth explodes throughout your entire body from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.
“‘m y’girl,” you can barely form a coherent sentence.
“that’s right,” simon huffs, now starting to work his hips faster against yours. “my good girl.”
his hips smack into yours, his thickness filling you repeatedly. over and over and over again. the lewd wet noises of your slick leaking onto his balls and maybe his thighs has your cheeks flaming up. simon pounds into you, forcing every moan out of your chest and spilling from your lips, no matter how bad you wanted to quiet them as you two were still in the car and anybody could pull up. everything felt so good. he starts speeding up his thrusts, now pounding into you at an alarming speed and causing you to scream hoarsely in the small space. and then he slows to a grinding halt.
“mm, mm, mm,” you whimpered in his shoulder, tears freely sliding down your cheeks from the excessive pleasure you're receiving with little kisses of pain.
simon hears your reaction and does it again, this time creating a rhythm. he’ll fuck into you at a high speed and then slow down. he feels your tits bouncing against his chest and the way your swollen clit is continuously bumping against his pelvis.
“yeah,” he grunts in your ear, tightening his arms around your non-stop shaking body. “fuckin’ take my fuckin’ cock.”
your eyes slowly cross as he slows again, only fucking you with deep, slow, grinding thrusts. you’re 100% sure you’re leaking onto the seat right now. you wouldn’t be surprised if you were. simon’s cock was heaven and hell. you were obsessed. addicted, even. it look a lot of practice for you to take every inch in the early stages of your relationship. he made sure to take his time training your cunt into swallowing his hardness. simon pulled up just enough to capture your lips in a hot, messy kiss. he grinds deep inside, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix deliciously. your hands desperately grasped the sides of his face, your tongue sloppily entering his mouth and circling around his.
“can’t get ‘nough of you” simon grumbles. he keeps kissing and kissing as he grinds his hips in slow, deep circles. “my wife is jus’ so fuckin’ needy, eh?” the subtle cockiness in his tone had your pussy clenching. he grins at that and pistons his hips, fast and hard and unrelenting.
“ah! ah! ah! aaah!” you squealed and scratched down his back. you’ve been on edge for however long. time was nonexistent and this was torture. you needed that final nudge. a certain thing that helped the rollercoaster of euphoria finally crash down from the tip of the hill. “n-need.. cum. need.. n-need to cu-um!” god, you probably sounded so pathetic.
simon grunts every time he delivers hard thrusts that would’ve made your entire body slide up the seat if it weren’t for his arms wrapped around you. your thighs twitched non-stop. your toes curled and repeatedly thumped against the window. clinging onto your husband, your moans start getting more high pitched and drawn out as you got closer and closer, but simon knew what you needed. he always knew what you need. he pulls back enough to direct his attention to your neglected clit, so puffy and swollen and glistening in your slick from having no attention paid to it. simon slows his hips again and grinds to a slow halt once more. his cock throbs as your walls twitched and tightened around him, eagerly sucking him deeper.
“you poor, poor girl,” he tuts, splaying a large hand over your tummy and humming pleased as he feels the bulge of his cock nestled deep inside. “jus’ need my thumb, eh?” with the first swipe, your nails dug deeper into his skin and your thighs nearly shut. and from that reaction, simon knew it was time to finally let his beautiful wife cum.
and for the last time, his hips smack against yours at a fast speed, pounding and fucking as if tonight was the end of the world and you two had to say goodbye to each other. when his thumb lays against your clit, rubbing circles at the same rhythm of his quick hips, the dam finally broke. your body forcibly arched and your head slides between the seat and the backseat window. simon forces your thighs to keep spread open and grunts into your throat as your pussy contracts around his cock. all of your moans kept spilling out - you couldn’t stop them even if you tried. it was like electricity was coursing through your body. the wave of euphoria crashed at an alarming speed and you’re sure you’re screaming, but it sounds like you’re underwater. simon was stunned, in all honesty, at how hard you came. and you just won’t stop.
“agh!” he grunts and pulls his thumb away from your overly sensitive clit. he instead wraps his arms back around your trembling body and does three good, hard thrusts before the knot tightened and tightened and he spills inside of you. he grinds deep and slow, making sure none is wasted and is settled thickly inside your womb.
heavy breathing and weak moans echo in the car. the heavy rain slowed to a gentle drizzle. your thighs couldn’t stop twitching. simon lowers his head and kisses your pulse point so very gently, humming pleased when you sign contently. he kisses the side of your face tenderly, tracing a line from your pulse, up to your soft jaw, and then your plushy cheek. your breathing finally slowed and you lift your head to look up at simon. a bead of sweat slid down his temple and you had half a mind to lick it away. the two of you look into each other’s eyes and there wasn’t a single thing that could make you look away. and there wasn’t a single thing that could ruin this moment. simon had to swallow down the lump in his throat.
“d’you realize jus’ how much i love you?” he asks you quietly, head tilting to brush his strong nose against yours. “i would go to the ends of the earth f’you.”
at this whisper of a confession, you sniffle and let out a watery laugh, a lonesome tear sliding down your cheek that is quickly wiped away by his thumb. he leans down and hovers his lips over yours. you take the last step and curl your fingers into his hair to pull him down. when your lips touched, it felt like everything disappeared at that moment. the two of kissed and kissed until you needed air. and even though, you would take gulps of air and find his lips again. his cock was still snug deep inside. even soft, he still had some length and weight to him. but you loved this. it made you feel more connected to each other. the rain had stopped completely now. you both broke your kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting. simon lightly thumbs at your lip to wipe it away.
your husband simon has never been the type to enjoy costumes and "crossplaying"--he misunderstood the term cosplay and argues with you when you correct him--but seeing your face light up when you suggested he be the Darth Vader to your Padme made him cave. every year is the same, truly. you scroll on Pinterest and find a "cute couple costume babyyyy" and you pout up at him, and suddenly he's dressed as some goddamned masked character from a show or movie he'd never seen. last year--through teary eyes and cunt full of cock--you asked him to be the Iron Man to your Pepper Pots. through the haze of his desire he'd mumbled an agreement. this year you were so kind as to ask him before he'd been balls deep inside of you. your look was just the same, bashful and full of wonder. your husband would give you a kidney, so of course he doesn't draw the line here.
so, here you were on Halloween night seated on your silly little porch waiting for trick-or-treaters. he's fingering through the buckets of candy in search of another sour one when you swat his hand away, eyes glaring at him. he gruffs at you, muttering like a damn child while he places them down and steps away. "this is silly," he comments mostly to himself, thinking about how easily he lets his sweet little wife boss him around during this time of year. you're beaming though, and he can't help but feel his heart strings tugged when he catches a glimpse of you happily rearranging your costume as trick-or-treaters approach. you giddily run over to your husband, dragging him to the front of the porch to greet the newcomers.
A pink tint dusts your husband's cheeks as he relishes in the excited gasps and giggles from the children as they grasp at candy and cheer about his costume. he's always been uncomfortable with such innocent attention, but he can't lie about how loved it makes him feel to step into this Pickett fence life with you. the little ones run off with a rushed goodbye, cheering for your husband once more, and Simon pulls you in close to have you place chaste and gentle kisses along his lovely costumed face.
sfw, other than a short mention of coitus; fluff; gn!reader.
When Simon Riley asks you to be exclusive with him, he’s ready to marry you.
With all he’s been through, Simon doesn’t take starting a relationship easily. It probably took him a while—maybe a number of years—to get to know you, just being friends with you, and just being comfortable with your presence. If he knows he’s okay with dating you, the man does it knowing that you are someone he’s okay with marrying eventually.
With that said, don’t be surprised if within less than a year of dating him, Simon asks you out of the blue if you’d like to move in with him or if both of you should just get… married. He’s a man who prefers to plan ahead, but sometimes when the perfect timing comes, he will jump at the opportunity.
Simon’s a straightforward and practical man. Not at all a man of grand gestures, so the “proposal” wouldn’t be a bending-on-one-knee thing—he had a good feeling and he just blurted it out. It might have been after you two had an intensely satisfying lovemaking and he felt really connected with you, or it’s been a while since he saw you due to work and you’re just having a good, chill time with him, laughing and enjoying being with each other.
The urge just came to him as he’s just adoringly looking at you, feeling how much his heart is filled with love as he commits every little detail of your visage in his memory. Once he feels that way, the rest comes easy:
“Would you marry me, Luv?”
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I’m dying to write but I’m super busy because I have bad organization skills and need to catch up with work (thanks, ADHD). Sadly, this is all you get from me for now. I hope you enjoy this itty, bitty thing. 🥲
pairing: husband!simon “ghost” riley x wife!reader
summary: your husband is obsessed with getting tattoos inspired by you
masterlist!
your husband felt so fucking lucky to have a wife like you, a precious bonnie who took care of him in every aspect of his life. you always made sure he had a fresh, home-cooked meal to come home to, stirring up his favorites during his most draining days at work, greeting him with kisses at the front door, adorable, “hi, si!” leaving your mouth. tiny hands neatly folding up his laundry on sundays, the declared, “laundry day” in your household, placing them on his side of the bed so he could put the fabric away. taking the time to organize his size 13 shoes, scrubbing both pairs of his muddy work boots he rotated wearing. he absolutely adored you, would do anything for you.
the first tattoo was something small, your initials, inked in tiny cursive on his ring finger, small enough for his wedding band to conceal it. “always wan’ ya with m’, sweetheart,” his accent’s thick as he shows you the green inscribe. clutching his knuckles into your hand, you kissed the new tattoo, doe eyes peering into his gaze, “i love you so much, simon.” your husband’s heart melted at the sight, intoxicated on the feeling of you kissing his wounded flesh, kissing your marking on him.
simon knew he had to get more tattoos inspired by you, desperately searching for opportunity anywhere. then it clicked. the little notes you always wrote for him! the ones you threw into his lunchbox when you packed his midday meal for work. have a great day, si xo, or i’m so proud of my precious husband, i love you, and always taking care of me! have a surprise for you at home ;), some of the things you’d scribble. he always kept them, fingering one from his collection, bringing it to the tattoo shop. you recognized his new tattoo immediately, the man nearly ripping his shirt off to show you. he was eager to see your reaction! your fingertips traced the outline, all your attention on his sensitive skin. your husband got your lips tattooed across his v line, using one of your hundreds of lipstick kisses you left on his notes. guess all the lipsticks you went through was worth it! “needed more of m’ sweet wife,” he smirks, satisfied with your speechless face.
“gotta’ notha’ tattoo appointment, hon’, s’ later today,” your husbands starts, coming up behind you, “need ya to come with m’,” he places his hand on the small of your back. you face him, confused expression littered across your features, “why do you need me to go, si?” your head tilts. he kisses your forehead, palm sliding to grab your ass, “wan’ it to be a surprise for m’ pretty baby.”
your tiny hand was wrapped around your husband’s bicep as he led you both to the tattoo parlor, “i can’t wait to see your surprise,” you say, simon opening the door for you. “m’ hope ya like it, fawn.”
“what’re yer gettin’, ghost?” the tattooist questions. you eye your husband’s massive frame sitting on top of the bench, he straightens his back, “c’mere luvie’,” he motions to you. standing from your chair, you walk over to your husband. “need ya to hold onto m’. ya know how, on m’ bicep jus’ like ya always do.” promptly obeying your husband, fingers encircling his muscle, knowing exactly what he wanted you to do. “wan’ stars where her fingertips lay on m’ bicep,” he says to the artist, keeping his eyes on you. a knowing look on the tattooist face, putting two and two together, “so, this the lass you’ve been obsessed with gettin’ tattoos of? goin’ through all m’ ink!”
