#simon riley ghost

[simonriley09]

Divorced dad!Ghost noticing his new younger neighbor talking to his 4 year old daughter Emily, cooing over a frog she found while you tell her not to kiss it because it wont turn into a frog prince (duh), cigarette in hand as he silently watches.

That sundress does nothing to hide your frame, the swell of your breasts peeking out the top of the dress, a pretty necklace hanging in your cleavage, his cock chubs up nicely in his work pants, wishing he could just bend you over and take you in the middle of the street. He'll settle for just this for now.

30 minutes later Emily drags you to Simon to introduce you as "the pretty lady from next door" and you awe at her before sticking your hand out for a handshake towards the big brute.

He extends his thick calloused hand and shakes it firmly, feeling how soft your hand is, he feels no ring... good. He'll change that soon.

You end up talking for a while exchanging numbers before heading off to wherever you were going before.

Ghost stares at the phone number you gave him before quickly shutting his phone off, already anticipating the next time he sees you.

[cocoadropp]

guys I had such a icky thought on how Simon is such a perv daddy. >.<

you and simon are going quite slow and sweet. so you don’t realize how simon does pervy things that usually you don’t catch.

first he started off simple and semi-innocent, everytime you drank from a glass he’d put his mouth against the gloss lip print that’s there, same as if it were a straw. licking the access of hopefully saliva but mostly always your cherry lip balm.

his heart would throb along with his dick.

he started smelling the scent of his passenger seat once he dropped you back off at home, hopefully to smell your perfume.

though, he gets most excited when you have your short micro skirts on with skimpy lace underneath because when he has the lucky chance he’d finger you till you squirt and cream on his fingers and seats. his eyes would roll back to the thought of hurrying you back home just to lick the rest of you that was there off his leather seats,

you can guess he starts to like you more, you’ve been coming over more, leaving your clothes over more.

he’d smell the pillow you use when you’re over, and when you’re gone hump on it all sloppily until there’s a mess.

and he doesn’t clean it off in hopes you ignore the stain or simply don’t notice it so you can put your face all over his dried up seed.

you even start leaving underwear over, he stuffs the dirty ones preferably in his mouth while another pair is wrapped around his dick.

he thinks about forcing the one’s he close to cumming in back on you so your puffy pussy is soaked with them.

& even though u guys never fucked and when you’re too sleepy to touch on Simon you always allow his nose to be deep in your neck as he breaths and huffs like a nasty dog in heat all while he uses your hands to pump his dick.

phat tip squished against your belly button and he’d whisper filthy shit to you while you still dozing off and halfway sleep.

“baby all i need is this.”

“feel so good luv, u sleep?”

“I can cum like this, can I cum in your panties? the ones you have on are my favorite.”

“God, I wish I can put my nut all in ur fuckin’ stomach.”

gosh he couldn’t wait to finally have you officially.

eeeekkkk ok bye!

[aphrahdite]

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𑄹 he loves getting his hands on you after being on missions

𑄹 to get to play with him like this would be a dream

𑄹 letting him fuck your pretty princess holes

𑄹 sometimes you forget how strong he is n then he does this

𑄹 he can be so handsy whenever you're bouncing on it

𑄹 wanting to take care of him after a long day at work

𑄹 simons's size kink goes brr. he loves how big he is to you

𑄹 you were mouthy so he has to remind you who the lt is

𑄹 being feral for this man and needing him to breed you

𑄹 playing with him is always a treat bc of how big he is

𑄹 i just know he grunts when he's taking you from behind

𑄹 he loves measuring first to see how deep inside he'll be

𑄹 pulling over cause he just needs to be inside you

𑄹 he eats you out like a starved man depraved of food

𑄹 he'd loved getting you messy and covered in his loads

𝓵𝐨𝐨𝐤𝓲𝐧𝐠 𝓯𝐨𝐫 𝓶𝐨𝐫𝐞 .ᐣ bookshelf taglist form guidelines

[katienaberrie]

─── ⋆ aftercare

CALL OF DUTY - MWII - SIMON RILEY

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 summary: in your last relationship aftercare wasn’t even a concept, but with Simon Riley it’s so much more than that.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: just Simon giving you aftercare for the first time because what the hell I have free will ALSO 18+ puhlease!! Mdni I’ll boot kick you out.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff so rotten your teeth will fall out.

Pairings: bf!Simon x gf!Reader

The next best thing to sex with Simon Riley was the aftercare - you thought as your gaze followed him into the bathroom, his frame disappearing behind the doorframe. You were sore, heart hammering and skin slick with sweat as you basked in the aftermath of it all, but a soft smile stretched across your lips.

You felt like you were positively glowing.

It shocked you the first time you both had sex. Not that you expected him to discard you with his back turned. But considering your past relationship, the lack of love after making it was normal for you.

Didn’t make it suck any less though.

So when it came to Simon. A man who practically intimidated every neighbour of yours within a block, muscle and tattoo ridden and who killed for a living - aftercare seemed … overly emotionally strenuous for him. Like it would make things too real? You thought.

But when it came and he held you as though you could crack like strained glass, gently wiping your skin with a lukewarm towel, you couldn’t hide how enamoured you felt.

How did so much care and love come from the same hands that drew blood.

“What’s tha’ look for?” Simon pointed bluntly as he butterflied your hips open to clean your core “nothing just-“ you swallowed thickly, blinking “didn’t expect all this” you breathe. Simon’s brows furrowed in confusion, gaze still tethered to wiping you clean “Christ dove, what kind of men have you been havin’ sex with” his abrasive tone made you huff a laugh “shitty ones” you retorted.

“Fuckin’ clearly” he said, guiding the rough towel over your stomach.

Seconds passed and you were still unable to wipe the adoration off your face, something Simon noticed with a huff of a laugh “ya lookin’ at me like I’ve just bought you a fuckin’ puppy” mirth dripped off of his tone.

You gently pushed him “shut up”

“What kinda man do ya’ take me for” Simon questioned while he moved to soothe the inside of your thighs. You let his words hang in the air before you responded “not a shitty one” he hummed in amusement, his belief of your words wavered thin.

Simon tended to the hickeys and bruises, apologising gruffly for getting carried away. To which you said that you didn’t mind “Good” he said, throwing the towel into the dirty clothes basket before lying down next to you “C’mere” he graveled, arms outstretched.

You complied, draping your arm across his scarred chest. A new found sense of relief flooded through you at the feeling of being so tenderly cared for. Simon heaved a sigh, coiling his arm around your waist to pull you closer “M’fuckin’ girl” he murmured before kissing the crown of your head.

This was how it was supposed to be.

[skyrigel]

“Look at this one,” your thumb settles over the little hexcode on the color book, “Bit light, isn't it?”

He peers over your shoulder at color square, chin tucked in your neck, hands wrapped around your middle like you were going to runaway, “Do you like it baby?”

“Mmm, maybe. What about this for the living room?” you flipped two pages towards the bluer palette. “I love this!”

“Yeah, sounds perfect lovie.” Simon presses a kiss to your cheek.

“What about you?”

“Wot bout' me?”

“you didn't pick anything, its our home, remember?”

“I like everything you like.” he confesses easily. You are his favourite person and everything you like, he likes.

“Okay, okay,” you blush, rolling your eyes and nudging his face with the side of yours. “But I want you pick something too, whatever you like. I'll accept a grey bedroom too.”

“Ya'll kill me.” he chuckles, but not one to put down your demand and starts to rummage.

Simon stops. Green.

“I'll do it softly.” you whisper, dragging your finger around the lightest cinnamon to royal emerald slowly-slowly.

Simon remembers from the earliest days, before even ‘before’ when his mother wanted the kitchen to be a deep shade of green, she once confessed it was her favourite color while he sat on the counter.

But his father told her harshly over his favourite meal to forget it, it wouldn't happen. The whole house stayed one off white shade, and so would be the kitchen too, her sanctuary.

“Can we paint the kitchen green?” he asks then, taking your wrist and stopping on the shade closest to what he remembers through a veil, a distant memory where she had touched her dress and said this one.

“huh, lovely, but why this one, si?”

He smiles, shrugging “Because it was my mama's fav color.”

[celenawrites]

one night stand with simon, whom you met when he was off duty, and shortly you find yourself pulling this strange man by the hem of his shirt into your apartment, and you get very creative with all that you wish to try out in bed with this hot stranger.

he's hot enough, with huge muscles that strain against his thin compression shirt and you already find yourself drooling over the prospect of getting choked by his biceps alone.

moreover, with whatever little information you get out of him, it's obvious he's not exactly planning on staying here for long - and the liquor courage you gain from the margaritas you sipped throughout the night at the bar makes it easier to get lost in the heat of it all - thanking your little alcohol tolerance for making it harder for you to get embarrassed.

a night of pure animal instinct. skin on skin, nails dragging through his blonde tufts of hair and then trailing down to his back, leaving thin red lines as you try to cling onto him with each thrust making your mind recoil with how good it all feels.

of course, he leaves the next day. you expect as much, and you're quite satisfied with concluding your short-lived affair as you return back to tending to the demands of your drab, adult life.

so you're not sure as to how to react when you join an elite task force as an underling, only to find yourself clashing heads with your very new superior, lt. riley(you could feel his frustration rolling off of him in waves, although you're not sure why he's so agitated) - and you find it strange how familiar he feels, despite the mask and the anonymity.

[7s3ven]

tatted! simon motorcycle shenanigans

TATTED UP! Simon Riley who lets you turn him into a colouring book. He doesn’t care how you colour his tattoos, he just wants to see the scrunched up look of concentration on your cute face.

“What colour do you want?” You murmur as you glance at your numerous eyeshadow palettes. Simon wants to say black or grey but he sees the way you eye the pink palette for a moment too long.

“… Pink.” He finally answers, his gaze focused solely on your bright smile.

You find joy in colouring his arm with various shades of pink and purple as he watches. “Look, so cute.” You murmur, eliciting a low laugh from Simon.

“Yeah.” His voice rumbles, “You wanna colour the rest in?”

BONUS

“Aye, LT, you got your tattoo redone or what?” Jonny can barely hold back his laughter as he looks at Simon’s arm. The previously edgy tattoos were now adorned with feminine colours and glitter.

“No. Just making the misses happy.” Simon doesn’t really care for his teammates’ reactions because the memory of your smile is enough to block out Jonny’s cackles.