#mob!simon Riley x reader

[imaginedreamwrite]

Bound By Blood

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: After your father crosses someone he shouldn’t have and makes an enemy of a powerful rival, a threat is made against you. In order to keep you safe and away from the threat of a war on your father’s turf, a business partner and friend of your father’s is charged with keeping you safe.

Simon Ghost Riley is as ruthless as they come. A devil in more ways than one, he is at the helm of an empire that boasts the kind of power that can keep you safe. With the decision made to keep you under the protection of this phantom in the flesh, you are sent to the stronghold estate he owns.

To avoid death by your father’s enemies you are bound to him—forced to remain in his protective clutch. It’s a slippery slope, one that has no escape from the man who’s just as obsessive and he is deadly.

[justtwofriendsinmyhondacivic]

Mob bosses 141 x reader | 1.5k words

a/n: this is my first little writing that I couldn’t get out of my head after seeing this TT https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP86qTq5u/ … Let me know what you think ~.~

cw: mentions of violence, afab reader, mentions of military deployment, mentions of crime, sfw

summary: you’re a new assistant/ coordinator for mob bosses 141, after a long day they offer to take you to lunch. Wherever you wanted to go, you ended up taking them to White Castle! (They might not have this in London but oh well) Ghost doesn’t like pickles and you offer to trade with him. (PLEASE HEAR ME OUT ITS SWEET)

…

Aggressive. Scary. Unapproachable. These are all words used to describe the group of men that lead a successful crime syndicate in London.

They aren’t wrong.

These men after being discharged from the military with the horrors they witnessed understandably settle into a life of crime very easily. John Price, the man in charge is the stern one. He knows how to run a group to be efficient and did it without a lot of violence. Unless needed.

There was a very sick part of him who craved that bloodshed caused from his hands, a feeling that is deep down in him that he tries to resist.

The two younger men being ‘Soap’, and Gaz. They were what you could call the most normal out of the bunch. They smile with ease even if faked and are in charge of front of house business. But they are far from perfect. The PTSD they suffer from hits the hardest. They wear a mask of normalcy to hide the ugly parts of them.

And finally, Ghost. The walking wall of trauma, hidden by a literal and figurative mask of false security. Dark eyes, tracking every movement. Waiting for the moment he has to protect himself or the others.

All together they are a force.

It’s obvious why they are as successful as they are.

Insert you.

Quiet. Warm. Forgiving.

You were put into their radar when they needed a new person to help run their day to days. Make sure they have the correct people at meetings and help facilitate their days.

One of the henchmen that works for them, Konig, knew you from his past and vouched for you.

You are quick, quiet, and effective. Along with that you were in debt, and willing to stay quiet about things that aren’t exactly legal.

When they got your name, Ghost took his time tearing apart every detail he could on you and your family.

He found nothing concerning, just interesting. For a young woman you had no social media. No obvious photos of yourself. The only photo he found of you was from five years ago on your mothers social media page. It was you at your college graduation. The warmth radiated from your sweet eyes. Smile stretched beautifully across your blushed skin.

He only had one thought after seeing a naive person like you.

They are going to break you.

….

Price convinced them that they could try it.

The rest of the team is also very hesitant on the fact that you were sweet and young, but they were in no position to ever doubt their former captain. The man that only ever looked after them.

But what surprised them the most was the forgiving and resilient nature that you had.

Everyone had warmed up to you in a couple months of you in their space and running their day to day schedules. You are quick, efficient, and you make sure that they are well taken care of.

Making sure that they had dinner, tea, and keeping in mind their likes and dislikes.

Except Ghost.

He was skeptical, and made that well known. He hardly acknowledged your presence, and when he did it was snide remarks about how you weren’t cut out for this. He was convinced when they have to get into the gore of what they do, and when you eventually witnessed it, you would run.

But you never broke. Even when you walked into an active interrogation.

The smell of blood and rusty metal consumes the room. When you looked up from your notes you made eye contact with Ghost. The suit jacket was taken off and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

His bloody hands balled up, ready to hit the man tied to the chair. The other guys sat on the side watching Ghost work. They all made eye contact with you waiting for you to run as fast as you could away from them.

You were stunned, it took you a second to come back to reality. But when you did, you got right back into work mode. Even as the man begged for you to help him, and call the police.

You announced that they were late for a meeting but that you’re moving it a couple of hours to ensure they had enough time to get cleaned up and having a henchman pick up new suits.

They were all surprised but for Ghost you proved him wrong. Seeing you step up and take care of their needs just by understanding the situation without complaint, helped him warm up to you.

Just enough to stop the snide remarks and give you space to do your job.

…

After a long day of helping them with meetings and running around getting their documents in order, they were meeting free around lunch time. Price decided to take the team out to lunch. Including you.

He gathered everyone and had them follow to the car where the driver was ready. You weren’t exactly paying attention as you were organizing meetings for upcoming deadlines.

The team settled into their seats as you continued writing on your notes.

“What do you recommend, love?” The gravel tone in Price’s voice made you look up from the log of meetings and documents you were scanning.

The back of the SUV was a little cramped with all five of you. The widespread of Soap and Price thighs on both sides of you, with Ghost and Gaz in the seats behind.

“It’s up to you, Sir.” You said, looking back to your logs.

They all lock eyes above your head. A silent acknowledgement of how hard you worked to keep their heads above water.

Soap reached a hand up to take the log from your hands. Making your head snap up to question what he was doing.

“Gotta get tha’ pretty nose ou’ of the book, Bonnie” You huff feeling your cheeks warm. Soap chuckles at you.

“Call me John, love.” He sighed, you’re still not as comfortable with them as they are with you.

“C’mon, let us take you for a treat. Been working so hard, least we can do.”

Price’s lopsided grin helped put you at ease.

You paused to think. Looking up at Price after a minute in thought.

“Have you ever had White Castle?” They shook their heads, earning a dramatic gasp from you.

“I want you guys to try it! Can we go there?”

…

After walking in and ordering the team moved to a table in the back away from other guests. They haven’t been to somewhere like this since their deployment days. It was nostalgic for them, booths that were too stiff and placed too close to the table making them have to hunch forward a bit.

“You could’a picked a fancy place, love. Not a fast food restaurant.” Gaz shook his head, he felt out of place there. Their crisp suits and polished shoes squeak against the dirty ground. You all dolled up in a pretty blouse and a perfectly pleated skirt. And the two guards standing in front of your table.

“Well White Castle is very good! It's cheap, and you guys get to try it. Two birds.”A sweet smile on your face as the scared looking teenage worker started walking over to deliver your orders.

“Don’t ever worry about the price when we are with you.” Gaz said, looking at you as the pretty blush spread over your cheeks.

Before the worker could get close the guards closed in and took the trays. You smiled and told the boy thank you as he scrambled back to the cash registers.

As soon as they got the order they looked down at it confused.

“Why are these burgers so small?” Price said, burgers looking tiny in his large hands.

You shrugged munching on a fry.

“That’s how they make them.”

“Why don’t they make big burgers?” He asked picking up another one, even more confused.

“I never asked.” You said, tilting your head at him.

“They taste good?”

“They’re amazing!” You smiled.

Soap was already inhaling his food, earning a small smack to the back of his head from Ghost.

“Is that onions I’m tasting?” Gaz asked after a bite, looking pretty happy with the taste.

“It is.” You smiled.

“They got pickles on ‘em.” He notes.

“They do!”

Ghost looks up at you after pulling one of his burgers open, “What if I don’t like pickles?”

You were slightly shocked as he actually spoke a full sentence to you.

“Just tell them not to put them.”

“I’ve already placed m’ order.” He said looking slightly dejected, you know he doesn’t like speaking more than he has to, especially to people he doesn’t know.

“Mine don’t have pickles, let’s trade!” You said moving the small tray closer to him, smiling sweetly.

“You’d do this fa’ me?” He asked looking at you like you just offered to give him one of your kidneys.

“Absolutely.” You giggled.

He stared at your smiling face for a while in silence.

“If you have enemies that need taken care of, you come to me.” He says as he switches your trays.

Price eyes the interaction, hiding his grin in an okay tasting burger.

They need to take you out for real food one day.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Blood and Vows

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

AU: Chief of Police X Mob Boss

Warnings: Violence, blood, gunshot wounds, swearing, intense sexual tension, emotionally intense, Smut

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy!

Summary: On the clock, you and Simon Riley are sworn enemies. Off the clock, you're married. Passionate. Possessive. And utterly insane for each other.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The alley reeked of smoke, gunpowder, and something far darker—betrayal.

You crouched behind a dumpster, heart pounding, tactical vest tight across your chest as your officers barked orders over radios and scrambled for cover. Bullets hammered the cracked pavement like deadly fireworks, lighting the night with sharp, staccato bursts.

Your eyes flicked to the other side, where a familiar figure moved with lethal grace. Ghost.

Simon. The man you swore you’d put behind bars or six feet under. And yet—somewhere beneath all the chaos and violence—your heart clenched. Because this was more than work. This was a twisted dance you’d been doing for years.

“Target moving west,” you heard one officer shout.

“Got eyes on the mark,” another said, but you were already scanning for Ghost’s shadow.

Then—snap—a searing pain exploded just above your hip. Hot and sharp.

You gasped, hand flying to the wound. Blood blossomed quickly through your uniform.

“Shit. Love—sorry!” Ghost’s voice was low and urgent across the alley.

You didn’t answer. Your breath hitched as adrenaline kicked in.

“Simon!” you yelled, not bothering to mask the fury.

“I panicked! You came around the corner too fast!”

“You SHOT me!”

“You shot me twice already!”

“Because you were in my house!”

“So are you!”

Gunfire cracked again, forcing you both to duck behind cover.

Your mind screamed—How did it come to this? The man you loved and the war you couldn’t end, all tangled up in blood and broken promises.

You gritted your teeth, pushing past the pain.

“Next time,” you hissed through clenched teeth, “try not to kill the Chief.”

He chuckled darkly. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Your lips twitched despite the agony.

---

You slammed the apartment door shut and tossed your bulletproof vest onto the floor.

Simon Riley stood in the kitchen like he hadn’t just blown up half a city block. Shirtless. Calm. Bloody. One hand braced on the countertop, the other stirring sugar into your favorite mug. He was bleeding steadily from his left shoulder. Again.

He arched an eyebrow, deadpan. “Evening, sweetheart.”

“You fucking shot me!”

“You moved too fast around the corner.”

“I was in uniform!”

“I said I was sorry.”

You stormed toward him, yanking off your tactical shirt and tossing it onto the floor with a wet thud. “You shot me, Simon!”

“I winged you.”

“In the hip!”

“You’ve shot me before,” he said, sipping your tea.

“That was different!”

His eyes gleamed with amusement, blood still dripping down his ribs, soaking into the waistband of his sweatpants. He looked like a Roman statue—carved in violence and smug sin.

“I panicked,” he said, unapologetic.

“I told you to stop using car bombs!”

“They’re efficient.”

You pressed the heel of your palm to your forehead and inhaled deeply. “There was an elementary school across the street.”

“Didn’t know the kids were back in session.”

You glared.

He grinned.

“You are unbelievable.”

He leaned back against the counter, watching you as you peeled your black tactical shirt off and revealed the bloody graze just above your hip. His amusement faded. Slowly.

“Let me see.”

“I’ve got it,” you muttered, reaching for the first aid drawer.

Simon was there in two long strides, his hand catching your wrist, eyes pinned to the wound. His voice dropped.

“You’re hurt.”

“Yeah. Because you shot me.”

He ignored that. Guided you to the bathroom with a gentle pressure at your waist, fingers brushing the edge of your wound. It stung. You hissed. He flinched.

“Sit.”

You sat on the edge of the tub, glaring at him while he knelt before you, grabbing gauze and antiseptic with ease. He’d done this before. Too many times.

You muttered, “You’re gonna owe me so much sex after this.”

“Oh, I already owe you,” he smirked, dabbing the cloth to your skin. “But first I patch you up. Then I’ll let you yell at me.”

You crossed your arms. “And then?”

He glanced up at you, eyes dark with heat. “Then I’m going to bend you over this sink and make you forget why you were mad.”

Your breath caught. Bastard.

He finished cleaning the wound, pressing a kiss just below it, slow and soft.

You rolled your eyes. “That doesn’t count as an apology.”

“No,” he said, standing up, “this does.”

He kissed you like it was the last time he ever would. Deep and filthy and hot. His mouth bruised yours. His hands grabbed your thighs, hoisting you effortlessly onto the sink counter. You locked your legs around his waist, grinding down against the front of his sweats. He was already hard. Of course he was.

“You’re gonna get blood on everything,” you panted.

“Not the first time.”

He pushed your underwear to the side, fingers slipping into your wet heat, drawing a choked gasp from you.

“You’re already soaked,” he growled. “You love when I hurt you, huh?”

“Just don’t miss next time, jackass.”

He snorted. “You want precision? You’ll get it.”

Then he was sinking to his knees again, mouth between your thighs, tongue dragging up your slit with deliberate, agonizing slowness. He sucked your clit into his mouth and you cried out, fingers tangling in his blond curls as he worshipped you like the world could end tonight.

When you came, he didn’t stop.

Not until you were shaking.

Not until your thighs clenched around his ears and he had to pull away with a low groan, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

“You’re glowing,” he muttered, voice rough.

You yanked him up by the collar and kissed him like you owned him—which you did. Marriage license and all. He groaned into your mouth, lined himself up, and thrust inside you with one sharp push.

Your nails clawed into his shoulders.

“Simon—”

“I got you,” he rasped, hips rolling hard and deep. “I’ve always got you.”

The rhythm turned frantic—desperate. His sweat mixing with yours. His teeth against your neck. You gasped his name again and again, grounding yourself in the brutal, beautiful pressure of him inside you.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yours,” you gasped, breaking again.

He came with a guttural moan, head bowed, arms locked tight around your waist like he could hold you together with sheer force.

The sink creaked dangerously beneath you.

Later, still catching your breath, you muttered, “You’re lucky I love you.”

Simon pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I’d burn the city to the ground if you didn’t.”

You smiled.

Then, without missing a beat:

“You are doing the dishes.”

He groaned into your neck. “You’ve shot me, I’ve shot you, and this is where you draw the line?”

“Yes,” you said sweetly. “Because I’m the Chief. And I said so.”

“You’re a menace.”

“You married me.”

He looked up at you, bloody and perfect, eyes full of something sharp and eternal.

“Best crime I ever committed.”

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[laceanddenim]

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 “𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭” 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 — “𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫”

𐙚 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: “𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈’𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐜.𝐚𝐢, 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭!!”

𐙚 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏,𝟑𝟐𝟕 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𐙚 𝐓𝐖: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 (?)

Simon Riley, better known as Ghost, wore his pseudonym with pride.

Being the head-man of Manchester’s most unruly mob tied him to this certain reputation, the untouchable man.

“See the mask and it’s too late.” — the inevitable echo that followed him, every step he took was forever imprinted on the ground he walked on, every word of his was an undeniable command, his mere presence enough to set an entire room in graveyard-silence.

And oh, how he loved his occupation.

A lethal shadow army bound by one voice, every move measured, every breath calculated to succession, all because of his presence.

However, behind every strong man, is an even stronger woman, they say.

And the notorious Simon Riley would be damned if he didn’t give you credit over his unwavering empire. You, his tactical, coordinated and, might he add, conveniently attractive lawyer.

“Heels high, morals low and not a hair out of place.” — the press says.

But, behind all the won cases, seemingly guilty men put behind bars and that charming, persuading smile of yours, hid the actual you.

The kind of woman who can make a jury fold with a look and make a kingpin sweat with a smile.

Under your disciplined work, evidence dissolves into thin air, cases are won one after the other through the smart loopholes you always found.

But, like Simon is dependent on your role, so are you on his.

You are incredibly intelligent yes, demanding and composed, the perfect blend for a highly classified lawyer. However, where would you be if he wasn’t at your beck and call, threatening for intel and making grown men whimper like children?

So that’s your dynamic; you’re the smooth and cold velvet sheath over his burning blade, the perfect pair, if you may.

————————————————————————

The room smelled like aged leather, gunpowder, and whatever was left of last night’s bourbon. Dim light poured through blinds like prison bars, cutting across the table where files lay open — bodies in paper form as you wait for Simon.

You lean against the main table lazily, time seemingly moving in slow-motion — you were a busy woman, you couldn’t possibly wait this long for the intel, though you needed it.

Your hands raises up to level with your neck as you check the expensively elegant watch on your thin wrist, the low cut button up flexing along with your movements, the smooth fabric sliding along your skin.

And that’s when he enters, the atmosphere in the room immediately shifting, unnoticeably.

“He sang like a bird.” — Simon mused, calloused hands guiding a black, latex glove away from his fingers as he hands a bloody dagger to a nearby guard, who rushes to quickly wipe the steel in a handkerchief.

“You’re late.”

You cut him off short, your expression unamused, quite the opposite of the sleazy smile on his face.

See, the thing about you, you were not afraid to call anyone out. Even when the bravest of men fell to a hush at one movement of his hand, you didn’t. You’d push back, unafraid to say it to his face, or anyone’s for that matter.

And that’s exactly what made the collar around his neck suddenly feel a little too tight.

“Sweetheart, can’t exactly be quick when I’m doing your dirty work, can I now?”

There it is, that damn nickname again, though you’d profusely insisted on him not using it.

But you’re too late to put up a fight right now, although the retort is in the tip of your tongue.

“What have you got?”

You inquire, leaning over the many files scattered around the desk, your hands on the table, eyes scanning through every word, committing everything to memory.

Simon didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, the heavy echo of his boots slicing through the tension in the room. You could feel him before you saw him—his presence always crept in like a slow tide, inevitable and inescapable.

He stopped just behind you, his breath warm near the shell of your ear.

“Judge Farrow’s in our pocket,” he murmured, the words smooth, dangerous. “The banker folded — he’ll testify Tuesday. And that little rat from the docks? He won’t be testifying at all.”

You didn’t need to look up to know what that meant. The smear of blood on the corner of one of the folders said it for you.

Your eyes didn’t flinch from the documents.

Instead, your perfectly painted nail tapped a single photo tucked inside the file. A face. A new problem.

“Then who’s this?”

Simon leaned beside you now, one hand braced on the table, the other brushing against your hip so casually, it could’ve been an accident. But nothing about him ever was.

He glanced at the photo, expression unreadable.

“An opportunist. Wants to climb the ladder.” A pause. “Wants to be you.”

That made your lips twitch. Not quite a smile, but close.

“Poor bastard.”

You finally turned to him, and the air between you crackled like gunfire. There was that look in your eyes — the one that said you were already five steps ahead. The one that made juries squirm and Simon… twitch.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

“We’ll make an example of him,” you said, voice low and sharp like the blade he had handed off moments ago. “But no mess. We’re not in the business of theatrics.”

Simon’s head tilted slightly, amused.

“We?” he echoed, voice like gravel dragged across silk.

You leaned in closer, your mouth just inches from his ear, whispering —

“You wouldn’t last a week without me, Riley.”

And it was true. He knew it. You knew it.

That was your game: two wolves in tailored clothing, circling each other with bared teeth and matching grins.

He straightened, glancing at the guarded doorway.

“I’ll have my boys prep the car,” he said. “We’ve got a dinner to attend. That prosecutor’s wife is very chatty after two glasses of Bordeaux.”

You sighed, brushing invisible lint off your blazer.

“Fine. But you’re paying.”

His laugh followed you out the room, deep and hollow, like it echoed down into the underworld itself.

“Sweetheart,” he called after you, “when haven’t I?”

And just like that, you both vanished into the night — predators in pinstripes, rewriting the rules of justice and sin, hand in bloody hand.

Because in the world you ruled, the courtroom was your cathedral, and every lie you told was just another prayer answered.

Together, you weren’t just untouchable.

You were unstoppable.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧!! 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥? 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! ♡

[milkrsmin]

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[gaysindistress]

1k follower celebration

Hi babes! There’s about to be 1,000 of you amazing little moonbeams and I think it’s time for another celebration!

I have a couple of ideas but obvi need your opinions since you’re the reason why we’re doing this in the first place!

Idea one is a rewrite of Sad Girl. She’s my pride and joy and she deserves all of the love in the world. I haven’t worked out the specifics yet but the og story would stay up and I’d write a 2nd version with more details, angst, spice, you name it.

Idea two is a sleepover event like the one I did for my 700 follower celebration. There’d be prompts and characters to choose from for requests, ya know the drill.

Idea three would be a surprise fic. I’d release the summary and all of that good stuff but the pairings would be secret.

[multific]

A Flower Among the Rubble

Simon Riley x Reader

Summary: When Simon Riley saves you, a translator caught in chaos, your strength and warmth become his beacon in the darkness.

The military base buzzed with activity. 

Soldiers moved with purpose and determination.

You sat in a corner of the command tent, translating between a group of frightened women and a stern officer.

You managed to keep your voice steady despite the chaos around you.

Simon Riley leaned against a nearby post, arms crossed, his skull mask concealing his face but not his sharp, assessing eyes. He watched you, noting the calm precision in your words, the gentle tone you used to reassure the rescued women. You were a stark contrast to the gritty, violent world he knew—a small light in the endless dark.

“Ghost,” Price’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Focus.”

“I’m focused,” Simon replied, his voice gruff, though his gaze flicked back to you. There was something about you that drew him in, something he couldn’t shake. It was a distraction he didn’t need, but couldn’t ignore.

When you finished speaking with the women, you caught Simon’s eyes on you. He straightened as you approached. “Sergeant Riley, right?” you asked, your voice soft but steady.

“Call me Ghost,” he said, his tone clipped. He nodded toward the women. “They holding up?”

“They’re scared, but they’re grateful,” you said. “Thank you for saving them.”

Simon’s eyes softened, though his mask hid the change. “Just doing my job.”

“And yet, it means the world to them.” You offered a small smile, and for a moment, he felt a crack in the armour he’d so carefully constructed.

Over the next few days, you worked closely with the team, translating for the women and helping coordinate their care. 

Simon found excuses to linger near you. 

He asked about your work, your life, and bit by bit, your conversations grew less formal.

“You always this calm under pressure?” he asked one evening, his voice low as you both stood outside the tent, the cool night air almost making you cold.

“Not always,” you admitted, glancing up at the stars. “But I’ve learned it helps. What about you? You seem... collected.”

He chuckled softly. “Comes with the job. Doesn’t mean it’s true.”

You looked at him then, sensing the vulnerability beneath his words. “Well, you’re doing a good job of fooling everyone.”

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment too long. “Not you, though.”

---

The bond you’d formed was tested when disaster struck. 

The women, along with you, were taken during a sudden attack by the mob seeking revenge. 

Ghost’s fury was barely contained as he stormed into the command tent, barking orders and demanding answers.

“We’ll get them back,” Price assured him.

“I’m going after her,” Simon growled. His team didn’t argue, they knew better.

The rescue mission was swift but brutal. 

Simon moved like a shadow, his precision deadly, his determination unmatched. 

When he found you, huddled in a dimly lit room with the others, his heart clenched. 

He crouched beside you, his gloved hand brushing your arm.

“You’re safe now,” he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

You looked up at him, tears pooling in your eyes. “I knew you’d save me.”

Something in his chest tightened. 

He helped you to your feet, his arm steadying you as he guided you out.

Back at the base, Simon’s protective instincts didn’t waver. 

When the dust settled, he insisted on taking you to his home. 

You protested at first, but the look in his eyes silenced you.

---

That evening, as you sat on his worn couch, wrapped in one of his blankets, he sat across from you, his mask finally removed. The scars on his face spoke of battles fought and survived, but his eyes held a softness that surprised you.

“I couldn’t lose you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You didn’t. I’m here.”

He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped tightly. “You’ve been in my head since the moment I saw you. You’re... different. You don’t belong in this mess of a world I live in, but I don’t know how to let you go.”

“You don’t have to,” you said softly. “I don’t want you to.”

The tension between you dissolved as he moved to sit beside you. 

His hand found yours, his touch surprisingly gentle. “I’ll protect you. Always.”

“I believe you,” you whispered.

And in that quiet moment, the walls Simon had built around himself crumbled, and for the first time in years, he allowed himself to feel something more than the weight of duty. 

With you, he wasn’t just Ghost, he was Simon. And as he leaned over to kiss you, you knew you have found something were special, love.

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CALL OF DUTY… masterlist

[ full masterlist ]

who i write for ,

Call of Duty - Simon Ghost Riley, Kyle Gaz Garrick, John Price, John Soap Mctavish, Kortac (coming soon), Philip Graves

Most of these are either head canons, short oneshots, or just ideas. I have yet to actually begin writing longer oneshots/series’ LOL

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FILE LOADING. Poly! TF 141 x Hacker! Fem! Reader (series) - intro

pt one

Friendship is magic. Platonic! TF 141 x Fem! Reader (chaotic)

You’re on your own kid. Platonic! TF 141 x Fem! Reader (angst)

Sex pollen w/ Simon Riley (MDNI, 18+ !! )

Single dad! Price + TF 141 x Babysitter! Reader (MDNI, 18+ !!)

Stuck in the past w/ Simon Riley

SECOND BEST BY LAUFEY w/ Simon Riley

Arm wrestling w/ Johnny but you lowkey cheat

Head canons.

Retired boxer! Simon Riley x Boxer! Reader

Mafia au! TF 141 x mob boss gf! Reader (pt 1), (pt 2)

Police au! Simon Riley x Morgue worker! Reader

Philip Graves x deer hybrid! Reader

Ideas.

Bodyguard au! TF 141 x heiress! Reader

Enemies to lovers to enemies w/ Simon Riley

Motorbike rider! Tatted up! Ghost

Childhood friend! Ghost x Dobermann hybrid! Reader (hybrid au)

TF 141 x Neighbour! Reader

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas w/ Ghost

Being Simon’s ex gf

Jonny being trash at basketball

TF 141 x German Shepard hybrid! Reader who is a retired bomb detector

Prince! Simon Riley x bodyguard! Reader

[imaginedreamwrite]

Bound By Blood

Prologue

First position —Your heels are together and your toes are pointed out as you watch. You inhale slowly, your lungs taking in the air of this dance studio. The first of the ballet steps has you moving to a routine that is so engrained in your memory. You watch your reflection in the mirror as you stand there your arms by your sides, a slight bend to your elbows.

Second position — Your feet slide apart to a comfortable distance, a natural shift that you had almost perfected with your years dancing. Your arms shift as well with the new position, stretching out like wings that you wish could give you the power of flight.

Third position — Your foot slides across the floor, the heel of your front foot touching the arch of your back foot. The music that plays is drowned out and muffled by what’s going on in your mind. Your breathing increases as the weight of something unseen seems to bear down on your shoulders.

Fourth position — Your lips move to the words of a melody that briefly rings out in your mind. You slide your front foot further away from your body and toward an imaginary audience. You see them, sitting or standing along the wall across from you, their judging gazes making your stomach jolt.

Fifth position — The toes of your feet are turned as much as possible to contact the heel of the other foot. You stand there for a moment, your chest rising and falling with each shaking and deliberate breath as you keep your eyes forward.

The basic positions are just the start, and when the music picks up you dart forward. The material of your ballet skirt flounces as you move, as you dance to a routine that has once been pounded into your mind. It was habit, natural and inescapable motions that you had practiced for hours upon hours.

To some ballet was a passion, it was an obsession for others. For you the artistry of the dance was not so much chosen but forced upon you. Your mother and father had wanted you to grow in the arts as well as academically. You were thrusted into the hobbies and activities that the rich and famous pushed their kids into.

Your father was a man who had made his wealth doing illegal and grim things. He was the head of a steadily growing criminal empire with important figures of power in his pockets to protect him from the rigorous and vengeful law. As such, your mother and yourself were given a life of luxury that many had strived for.

Your mother had sent you to a private school when you were in elementary. It was a choice that followed you through to high school, with the goal of attending a private Ivy League university if you chose.

The schooling decisions your parents made had bled over to the activities you were enrolled in. Your mother wanted you to be enriched by the classical and most artfully adept activities that you could be. It was an importance to your mother that you used the wealth your father incurred for you to have a good future.

Whether that be university or marriage.

And it started with ballet at the age of 4. Your mother hand enrolled you in an exclusive class when you were just a young girl, making you push through despite any protests you might have had. When you were younger you found ballet fun, it was something for you to do and it made your mother happy to see you in the little tutu’s. As you grew however you became disillusioned by the beautiful dance.

It had become less an enjoyable experience and more of a way for your mother to make your set of skills appealing to a future husband. It had appeared that no matter what social class your mother would have belonged to, she would try and find a good marriage for you.

It’s what her mother did for her.

Your arms and feet moved gracefully as you danced across the studio floor to the classical music playing through the speakers. Every movement was calculated, every step was drilled into you to the point of perfection—a point you’d reached from the teachers and dance instructors who made you repeat any move you screwed up. You were made to be perfect in the dance because anything less than perfection was a fail.

Grand allegro is the jump you had made in the empty studio. A wall of mirrors had given you a glimpse of yourself as you pulled off the routine by memory. Your body twisted and turned, your arms had retraced the path through those old steps.

You moved as gracefully as you could under the weight of what was inflicting your mind. Your breath rose and fell heavily as you came to a stop, as the dance was over. Your eyes flit across the mirrors when a sound like a soft rolling thunder had broken through the veil of music.

Suddenly you looked over your shoulder, hearing the sound of hands connecting with the other. A clap, soft thundering in its nature from the powerful owner, had truly broken you out of the daze you were in.

“What a pretty little ballerina.” His husky and raspy accent had elicited shivers that ran down your spine, only aided by the vivaciousness of his eyes. “Beautiful, aren’t you? I never knew you could dance like that.”

Coming from anyone else it might have been a genuine compliment.

But Simon Ghost Riley didn’t compliment anyone without the there being some nefarious double meaning attached to it. It was in his nature as the Ghost who single handedly incurred the loyalty of a small army—while simultaneously creating an image for himself as a devil.

The man who could strike fear into the depths of any soul with a single glance, a whistle that was as sharp as a knife glinting across skin to draw blood. He was haunting, he was beautiful in an ethereally dark way—he was both captive and protector.

“This is all yours, poppet.” His footsteps were calculated, his left hand falling to the pocket of his pants while his right lifted a cigarette to his lips. “You should thank me, I had it built for you.”

You breathe in and out. You’re unwillingly and slowly filling your lungs with the scent of him and the smoke of the dart between his fingers. You smell the alluring richness of the qualities of his cologne, deep and complex yet not overpowering.

“You negated to let me go home.” You swallow and lick your lips, feeling sweat rolling down the back of your neck. You can pretend it was from dancing but you know its from him.

“Negated?” He whistles with a sarcasm laced smirk slowly building on his face. “Big words love…”

“What do you want?” He’s a foot away from you, the distance lessening with every second that passes between you. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

He reaches out and grabs your waist, with a sharp hook he pulls you to his body. His nose is pressed against your neck, breathing in the scent of your sweat and the lingering notes of the perfume you had put on earlier. His voice is a low rumbling growl as he starts back you up to lean against the cool glass of the mirror. Your bare shoulders touch and you shiver again, the signal of your chilled skin just another factor that makes him press into you.

“I negated to let you go,” he raises his head, the intensity of his eyes striking you deep as he stares into your soul, “because you’re mine. I negated to let you go because I’m not finished with you yet.”

His hands grab the back your thighs, hoisting you from the ground as he keeps you pressed against the mirrored wall. His eyes bore into your own and he tilts his head, watching you; studying you.

“Don’t look so scared, darling-“ he captures your chin in his free hand, keeping you held against the wall with his body and one hand. “-we’re bonded by blood now.”

[paintlavillered]

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Of Cupcakes and Skulls | Part 9

(A/N) I'm back! I think! Sorry for the month-long absence. A lot happened, but I think I'm back in the groove. This one is a bit on the shorter side, but I still hope you like it!!

Pairing: single dad! Mafia! Simon x baker! Reader

Warning: kissies, fluff, Simon is fucking smitten, a lot of money spending, little spice

Synopsis: Based on this post by @lunamoonbby

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Once you had picked up Millie and Johnny, Simon drove everyone home. In the car, children’s music was blasting, Millie, Johnny, and you loudly singing along, while Simon just smiled, his hand placed on your thigh. When you arrived back in the garage, Millie was tired from all the shenanigans in the car and Johnny had to carry her upstairs.

“Let her nap for a bit, but not too long,” Simon mumbled quietly, authority but also adoration filled his voice.

Johnny nodded and sent you a grin before he walked off with Millie in his arms. Immediately, Simon’s arms found their way around your waist, pulling you against him.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” he growled, his eyes still fixed on the retreating back of his employee.

You chuckled, leaning into him, with a grin on your face.

“I think that’s exactly why he does it.”

Simon grumbled something under his breath before he placed a light kiss against your temple and led you to the elevator. Johnny and Millie were already upstairs, so you had the elevator to yourself. While you were lifted to the penthouse, you quietly hummed along to the elevator music, a soft smile on your lips as you just enjoyed being with Simon. He was your savior through and through and you had never felt safer or more comfortable.

Too soon, the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. The two of you walked into the apartment, and without realizing it, you let Simon lead you to his office. Once in the room, he closed the door behind you and pulled you to the couch against the opposing wall, making sure you were sitting on his lap. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, worry filling you as you raked your nails through his hair.

“Everything okay?”

He nodded, his eyes closed and a smile on his lips.

“Yeah, just tired.”

You hummed, moving your right hand to cradle his cheek, softly stroking the skin.

“We can skip dinner tonight. Gordon will understand and the dress won’t go to waste.”

“Dresses,” he corrected without opening his eyes.

You frowned, confusion filling you.

“Dress. Singular.”

“Nope. Dresses. Plural,” he purred, mischief evident in his voice.

Your left hand found the other side of his face as you turned it to look at you. He opened his eyes, a smirk on his lips as he took in your frown

“Simon…what did you do?”

The smirk turned into a grin as he checked his watch.

“They should be done by now. Let me show you,” he said, excitement vibrating in his voice.

As if you weighed nothing, he picked you up and carried you out of the room, ignoring you as you wrapped your arms around his neck in a panic. With quick strides, he walked through his apartment and climbed the stairs until he reached his bedroom. There, he finally sat you back down onto your feet, before he walked to a pair of doors you hadn’t noticed before.

“Promise me not to freak out.”

You shook your head, making him chuckle. Knowing he wouldn’t get that promise out of you, he just simply opened the doors and revealed a gigantic walk-in closet, Princess Diaries 2 style. Part of it was taken up by dark suits and some leisure clothing, clearly belonging to Simon, but everything else was filled with clothes way too colorful for the man in front of you. Jeans, shirts, hoodies, blouses, cardigans, skirts, dresses, shoes, accessories. As you walked in, it felt as if you had been transported into a luxury store. Mannequins were wearing the dress that Simon bought you today, as well as all the other dresses he had picked out for you. You found shoes in all different colors and styles, from sneakers to platform high-heels.

“How…?”

Simon chuckled, following behind you, his arms around your waist and chest against your back.

“Don’t worry about it. But…I hope you like the clothes. Picked most of them myself, and had a stylist get the rest.”

You spun around in his arms, your face contorted into a mix between a frown and a grin.

“When did you have time for that?”

You watched as his cheeks suddenly turned a light pink, and for some reason, he avoided looking you in the eyes.

“I may have started after I met you for the first time?”

Now you were definitely grinning, enjoying the bashful side of Simon.

“You mean when you didn’t even really know me?”

Simon groaned and tried to step back, but your arms around his waist stopped him.

“You’re really gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”

You chuckled and nodded, still grinning up at the blushing man in front of you. Another groan left his lips before he took a deep breath and turned his face to look at you.

“From the moment I saw you, I knew you were going to be mine. The way you interacted with Millie, the way you smiled at me, and dammit the way your cupcakes tasted. All of that had me fall in love with you instantly. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted you. And I always get what I want.”

You hummed, trying to play down the joy and love that confession had you feeling. But in reality, you knew that your cheeks were the color of strawberries and your heart was beating like crazy while your lips were stretched wide with the grin you were wearing.

“So…you love me?”

Simon chuckled, matching your grin.

“Like crazy,” he growled, his voice deep and rough.

He quickly bent down and captured your lips in a searing kiss. Your arms wrapped tightly around Simon's neck as you melted against him. His lips moved against yours with a passion that left you breathless, his strong hands gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth and safety.

When you finally broke apart for air, Simon rested his forehead against yours, both of you panting slightly. His blue eyes gazed into yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

"I love you too, Simon," you whispered, your voice barely audible but full of emotion. A smile spread across his face, lighting up his features in a way that made him look years younger.

He placed a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose before pulling back slightly, his hands still resting on your hips. "Now, as much as I'd love to continue this, we should probably start getting ready for dinner. We wouldn't want to keep Gordon waiting, would we?"

A frown settled on your face, worry filling you again. “Are you sure? We don’t have to go,” the worry that filled you slipped into your voice, making Simon smile.

“I’m fine, don’t worry, okay?” You nodded, not convinced, but for now, you’d let him be. Reluctantly, you stepped out of his embrace before glancing up at him. "But maybe we can continue this... later?" you suggested with a coy smile.

Simon's eyes darkened with desire as he nodded. "Oh, definitely. Count on it, love."

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UndergroundBoxer!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader angst, violence, arguments

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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You walk through the threshold of the old, rusty building. Walking alone in a neighborhood like this at night was not a good idea and you know that he would scold you, but you would shut him up with a sweet kiss and his favorite drink. That would work, right?

As you walk along the hallway, the ruckus and uproar of the already-drunk people inside reach your ears and the smell of alcohol and sweat hit your nose.

There are all kinds of people here; people you should never encounter in your life as your loving boyfriend mentions to you every night, but you didn’t budge this time. You've asked him multiple times to take you to one of his fights. You've heard various stories about how the infamous Ghost has absolutely demolished his opponent once again, and you’re finally here to see it up close.

You make your way through the crowd, trying not to get hit in the face by the cheering mob who have their hands up into fists and not to slip on the liquid which you hope is beer and knock yourself out or get kicked and stepped on. You finally make it to the front row intact and let out a sigh of relief.  

As your boyfriend makes his way to the ring, you start whistling and cheering at the top of your lungs. He still hasn’t seen you. Then his competitor steps in and your jaw drops. He's fucking huge... maybe even more than Simon. No, definitely more.

As you watch them stand in front of each other and the referee in between them, the truth dawns on you. There are no rules in the underground world. He might get severely injured... or worse. ‘FUCK! No, he won’t. He'll get out of it unharmed.’ you think to yourself and gather your thoughts, taking deep breaths as you try to calm yourself.

You go through every emotion in existence as they fight, wince and gasp loudly every time Simon takes a punch. You try to reach for him and even get inside the ring when he takes a nasty hit to the head. That's when he notices your presence and calls out your name as the security prevents you from getting inside the ring. “Oi! Fuck off! Don’t fucking touch my girl!” he shouts at them and comes to your side and takes your hand in his “It’s ok, lovie. I’m fine.” “But- but-” you can’t get the words out through your sobs as you stare at him in shock. “I’m ok. I promise.” he wipes your tears and lets go of your hand after the referee blows in his whistle and the final round begins.  

Multiple punches are thrown to the faces and heads and various limbs by the fighters, angry roars and shocked gasps are heard from the crowd. The match finally ends and Simon is introduced as the champion. He quickly starts to exit the ring after they present him with the championship belt. You make your way straight to him and you both meet halfway.

You collapse into his arms and start sobbing, finally getting the emotions out after experiencing so much anxiety and nearly having a panic attack. “It’s ok, love. Let it all out.” he repeats the words as he gently rubs your back. He knows it must have been very difficult for you to watch him not only fight but get beaten several times, some of them pretty serious.

You pull away “Are you ok?” “Yes, love. I'm fine. I've taken worse punches before. It was nothing.” “FUCK! Simon, you got hit in the fucking head. Don't try to play it down. You should get it checked out by a doctor. And don’t fucking think me knowing you’ve taken worse hits, makes me feel better somehow.” you reply angrily, your gaze throwing daggers at him. “Love, again, I’m fine-” “You don’t know that.” you cut him off. He places a kiss on your forehead and responds “Of course I’ll get it checked out. We have a doctor here. I’m gonna go into the backroom to let him do the tests, then I’ll meet you here, ok?” “Ok.” you mutter and he leaves to meet the doctor.  

You wait for him as you think about what you just saw, let it sink in that it is his job. And it wil make you even more worried whenever he leaves for a match now that you have witnessed the extent of the violence yourself.

He finally comes out of the room, dressed in his black jeans and hoodie. “It all went well. I’m fine. Really. Just a few minor injuries.” “Minor you say-” “The doctor said that.” “Ok, then.” you let out a sigh of relief.

“Wait! You didn’t walk here, did you?” he asks as he wonders how you got here since he’s got the car. “...I kind of did.” “You kind o-” he starts to get upset. He pinches the bridge of his nose and brushes a hand across his face in frustration and anger. “You didn’t take an uber? You fucking walked here? How fucking stupid are you? Huh?!” he starts getting in your face and you back away, biting your lip in fear. “I thought I told you not to fucking come in here at all. Do you ever listen to me? Why did you have to come? To see me get beaten half to death? Are you fucking happy now?” “So is this about your ego? Me seeing you in a vulnerable state as you take hits after hits upsets you? Or are you really worried about me? After watching this goddamn match which will leave a scar on my mind for sure and after almost having an anxiety attack over you, this is how you treat me?” you start to bite back. “Don’t fucking twist my words like that. Of course I’m worried about you. No, I don’t give a fuck about my ego. It's not about that at all. And watching the match was your own choice. I've told you not to come a thousand times but you don’t fucking listen!” he bears his teeth at you as he punches the wall beside your head, making you flinch at his outburst and close your eyes out of fear.

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

A/N: I may or may not post a part 2 for this :')

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Masterlist<3

SFW fics are red, NSFW fics are pink and the plain ones are WIP!

DC ☆

jason todd x gn reader, red hood's mandatory day off.

jason todd x gn reader, doing his makeup.

bruce wayne x gn reader, holding him while he cries..then making him cum.

valentines day

SONIC ☆

shadow the hedgehog x gn reader, shadow experiencing instincts.

shadow the hedgehog x fem reader, make out session turned heated.

shadow the hedgehog x gn reader, circling, hedgehog flirting

valentines day

instincts, group

shadow the hedgehog x gn reader, sonic interrupting your cuddling.

shadow the hedgehog x gn reader, hot days

shadow the hedgehog x gn reader, nest

rouge the bat x fem reader, heist

dancing together

sonic the hedgehog x reader, tails opening up to sonics partner

knuckles the echidna x reader, migraine comfort

sonic the hedgehog x male!reader, childhood friends to lovers

ANIME ☆

reigen arataka x fem reader, childhood friends to lovers.

kageyama shigeo x fem delinquent reader, confession.

mob psycho, painting their nails, group

one punch man characters x reader, reverse comfort, part 2

reigen arataka x reader, reacting to reader pole dancing

SQUID GAME ☆

cho hyun-ju x fem reader, her fingering you.

cho hyun-ju x gn reader, sleeping with her.

cho hyun-ju x male reader, testing out her new body.

cho hyun-ju,x fem reader, size difference .

cho hyun-ju x gn reader with sleep apnea.

cho hyun-ju x gn reader, playing in the snow.

kim jun-hee x male guard reader, helping her through her pregnancy.

in-ho x gn reader, protective

cho hyun-ju comforting reader after someone dies

cho hyun-ju brat taming f!reader

OBEY ME ☆

reverse comfort, all brothers

surprise kiss, all brothers

GENSHIN IMPACT ☆

picking them up, kaveh, childe, neuvillette, wriothesley and itto.

crushing heads, kaveh, childe, neuvillette, itto and kaeya

itto x reader, kiss attack

ftm!kaeya x ftm!chubby!husband reader

kaeya & diluc x reader, platonic and romantic, snowball fight

kaeya x reader, comforting reader about their looks

capitano x gn!chubby!reader, comfort after a mission.

COD ☆

simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader, reverse comfort

afab simon "ghost" riley x dom gn reader

SLASHERS ☆

sleeping next to them

billy loomis & stu macher x reader, pure fluff

TMNT ☆

2003 leo to 2023 leo x gn!reader, little moments in the relationship with them

SERIES/MOVIES ☆

gregory house x gn reader, domestic fluff and riding house.

house md group x gn reader, reverse comfort after a patient died

house md group x gn reader, domestic bliss

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so it goes

pt.2 of actress!

part one

tags: Biker!Simon “Ghost” Riley x Actress! Afab reader, absolutely filthy smut, a little fluff, basically porn with a plot. NSFW! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

word count: 2.2k

summary: Reader rides Simon in the back of her limo after winning big at the oscars.

a/n: giggling like a school girl, kicking my feet and shit as if i didn’t write this…

ps: i’m not that great at writing smut so bear with me please 🤞🏻

smut below the cut! you’ve been warned!

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“And the winner for best actress goes to!” Halle Berry stands in front of the 100s of people holding that oh so important golden envelope with tonight’s winner in it.

What you didn’t expect was for your name to be said into the microphone. The only look on your face is shock. You stand up with your hand on your heart. Your entire table stands in ovation as does the entire room. Simon of course beside you as you brought him as your plus one. He doesn’t like the spot light but how could he say no to you? You kiss him in front of everyone not caring about the headlines tomorrow morning.

“Congratulations my love.” He says after you release him from the soft kiss. Simons normal leather jacket and blue jeans being replaced by a fancy black suit that cost more than a lightly used car.

Your movie “Tales of a Wicked Woman” was nominated for 4 oscars tonight. Best Supporting Actress, Best Director, and Best Actress, and Best Picture. You and your costar Amy Heart taking home awards.

As you walk up the stage you pass by celebrity’s who give you congratulations and patting you on the back. Merle Streep even blew you a kiss which nearly made you faint.

As you take the award from Halle with a quiet ‘thank you’ you take a deep breath before giving the speech you didn’t prepare.

“Wow okay… um. I’m in shock. This has been something I’ve been dreaming of since I was 10 years old.” You shyly say into the microphone looking down at the shiny award. You look back up immediately locking eyes with Simon to ground yourself.

“I want to thank all the women before me who have won this award. I want to thank the woman who come after me who win! I want to thank my family who’s watching at home! I want to thank my agent for getting me this role. Thank you to everyone in this room even if you hate me! Most importantly I want to thank my amazing fiancé for always pushing me to be my absolute best.” You mouth an “I love you’ to the camera but you know it’s for Simon. A music tone plays letting you know the 45 seconds of speech time is up.

As your escorted backstage the oscar you just won is taken by some backstage handyman but you don’t question it. Your then escorted back to your seat moments later to here the winner of the Academy Award for Best Picture.

As last years winner for best actress Emma Stone makes her way to the stage to present the award you take a breath in and grab Simons hand tightly.

“And the Academy Award for Best picture goes to…” Emma says slowly opening the golden envelope. The entire room feels like it goes quiet.

“Midnight In Manchester!” Screams of excitementerupt from the table beside you as your coworkers all cheer for the winners.

You try not to let it show on your face how disappointing it is that your film wasn’t picked but then again, how often does an all female lead cast get picked for best picture? You stand up happily clapping and send a congratulatory smile to the winners as they pass your table.

‘Midnights in Manchester’ was a mob movie. It was about the son of the biggest mob boss finding it difficult to continue running the business after his father mysteriously died. The son (you not caring to much for the one thousandth mob movie being made cared to learn character names) wanted to be a painter but had to take over the family business. From the clips you saw online the movie looked gorgeous, the cinematography was beautiful… but that’s not what makes a great movie. Hell it even took home the award for best cinematography earlier that night. You found that some of the lines where cheesy and the actors where unprofessional. The main guy didn’t even have that thick of a Manchester accent and you would know! Your fiancé scores the deepest (and sexiest) Manchester accent you’ve ever heard.

After being collected by your manager you walk around for 30 minutes giving fake kisses followed by hellos and goodbyes to a few of your colleagues. Simon being glued to your hip acting more of a body guard than your actual body guards did.

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After 30 more minutes of even more hellos and goodbyes you’re escorted off the premises and into your limo. Simons hands almost immediately working their way up and under your dress.

You don’t stop him. You let him lay you flat against the long soft seats and let calloused hands run up your thighs. He stops just at the trim of your lace panties and looks you lovingly in the eyes.

“My little Oscar winner.” He whispers before clashing his lips into yours. You lace your hands in his perfectly laid hair.

Good thing your limo has extra tinted windows or else your driver and the entire world are about to get the show of a life time.

Simon pulls your panties completely off you and stuffs them into his pocket. With his skillful hands he slowly makes his wake up and down your sweet folds. You moan at the contact and roll your head back disconnecting from Simons lips.

“So wet for me darlin’” He whispers into your ear as he painfully slow enters a single digit into you.

He makes quick work pumping his finger in and out of you. Moans of pure bliss being spilled from your mouth. Hushed words of ‘i love you’s’ and ‘you feel so good’ being exchanged from both of your mouths.

Simon then adds another finger curling them and you hitting that blissful spot inside. His palm flat against your clit adding more friction pushing you to your climax.

“I can see your face. You’re holding it in. Cum for me baby. Cum all over my fingers.” Simons voice pushing you over the edge of the precipice. You ramble out his name as your body cools down from the first orgasm.

After catching your breath you sit up watching as Simon licks his fingers clean from your juices. Which only fuels the fire growing in the pit of your stomach again.

You notice Simons erection and work your way towards the buttons of his dress pants. However he stops you which makes you pout playfully.

“Don’t make that face.” Simon says in a authoritative tone. You continue to pout however, not caring for the punishment that’s surely ready to come.

“Let me help you.” You whine which you know Simons weak too. He just can’t get enough of how much you want him. Him? He who has probably done things so unspeakable yet you still want him?

“It was your night my love. This whole night should be for you.” He says placing a gentle kiss to your lips. You truly don’t care however and unbutton his pants anyway.

You pull yourself onto Simons lap and he pushes the fluffy red mess of your dress up enough to expose your beautiful things.

“If it’s my night then let me help you. Let me make you feel good too.” You whisper seductively in to his ear. He groans in response which tells you he gives you permission to use him as you please. Which he was going to to let you do anyway.

As he did with you, you have your hands in his pants in no time pulling out his hard cock and stroking him. He throws his head back as you rub your thumb across the pre-cum leaking from the tip his cock. You place kisses down his neck and down his bare torsos. ‘When did that get unbuttoned?’ You question shortly before you place your self in front of him.

Simons eyes haven’t left your face since the second you started making your way down his body. Your mouth hovering over his leaking cock. You swirl your tongue around his tip before wrapping your pretty red lips around him completely. His large size making it impossible to take him fully into your mouth. You wrap your hands around the base of his cock pumping him as you bob your head up and down his cock.

All that can be heard from Simon is blissful moans and hushed words.

“God woman.” Simon says softly placing his hands in your hair not wanting to undo the work your hair dresser spent hours doing.

You can always tell when Simons close because he starts rambling on about how much he loves you and how he can’t wait to marry you. Its how he proposed actually. A little unorthodox but you where going down on him when he popped the question. Obviously a month later he made sure to do it properly with a real ring and a beautiful day planned.

You pull your mouth off Simon however and sit your self on his lap once again. You pull his lips to yours and wrap your hands into his now perfectly messy hair. You’ve lined your bare core to his leaking tip and slowly start to sink your way down inch by inch. You pause when you’ve sunken all the down. You lay your head down on Simons shoulders leaving red lipped kisses all over his neck working your way up to his face. You quickly imagine the headlines that will be shown in the morning.

Simon practically growls when you start to bounce on his cock. Your hands laced back into his hair as you pepper kisses between sweet nothings.

“M’not gonna last long my love.” Simon struggles to get out. He rests his forehead against yours as you continue to bob up and down his large cock.

“Want you to cum in me.” You says slowing your movements to make this last longer. Just enough so your orgasm times perfectly with his.

Simon takes matters into his own hands and begins to move your body up and down his cock. The movements being harsh and fast yet still loving compared to your more gentle ones. You still find euphoria in his movements moaning his name most likely too loudly. You think to your self about how much your driver must really hate you right now.

As your reaching your second orgasm of the night Simon begins to hold you in place as he fucks up into you signaling he’s just as close.

“Oh fuck.” Simon slams you down onto his cock with one harsh yet gentle stroke which causes you to cum with him. You feel his cock leaking inside you as the both of you ride out your shared highs together.

You place more sloppy kisses on his face, your lipstick long gone seeing as you just had to spread it all over his body.

You move your head back to look Simon in the eyes. The obvious look of him being pussy drunk still on his face. You giggle as he smirks pulling you into another kiss.

You pull yourself off Simon and take the seat next to him pulling your dress back down over your legs. Your underwear still being in Simons pocket and you not caring to ask for them back because you know this won’t be last orgasm you have tonight. You watch as Simon tucks himself back into his pants and button his shirt back up. The obvious marks of your lips still being all over his collar, neck, an face.

“I look like I was fucked by 20 hookers.” Simon jokes making you laugh loudly. His smile bright as he uses the foggy window to fix the messy hair you caused.

You feel the limo slowing down as your limo driver has finally made his way to one of the many Oscar after party’s. You quickly straighten out your dress and hair and rub the remaining lipstick off your face with a near by napkin. Simon not bothering to do the same. You offer him one but he doesn’t take it.

Your limo comes to a slow stop and your door is opened by your security team. Bright lights are snapped as you make your way to the door of the grand hotel the party will be taking place. Pictures of your red lips planted all of Simons face and your smirking face to surly be planted all over celebrity news and fan pages tomorrow. You and Simon walk hand and hand into the building with the bright lights following until your out of sight from cameras.

“Can’t wait to see what they’re all gonna say tomorrow.” Simon laughs placing a gentle kiss to the temple of your forehead.

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“After Winning best Actress at the oscars last night, the star of ‘Tales of a Wicked Woman’ was seen leaving her limo with her fiancé. The stars lipstick completely smeared all over her partner Simon Riley, who was an extra in the show ‘Highway To Your Heart’. The pair looked to have had a good time in the back of the shared limo before arriving to the Oscars after party.” The article of TMZ writes. You show Simon the article the next morning which only earns the two of you laughs and giggles.

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final thoughts: SHES FINALLY FUCKING HERE OMG!! i know i said i was gonna post this forever ago and i kept changing my mind about what i wanted part two to be. i was either going to make pt2 where the first part left off or this. this has been sitting in my drafts for such a long time that i think it’s finally her time to be released. i changed somethings from this post but i think all the main points are still there. i also got carried away i think 🧍🏻‍♀️. oh well. I thought of making up more imaginary actors/actresses but then I didn’t want too. Also I have no idea how the Oscars work so if it’s inaccurate then my bad! I hope this doesn’t disappoint :)

I KNOW I SAID I WOULDN’T USE ANOTHER TAYLOR SONG BUT I CANT HELP MYSELF!! SHES GOT LIKE A THOUSAND SONGS. HER DISCOGRAPHY IS HUGE!!!

Also my requests are open! I’ll be adding a post soon of things you can and can’t ask me!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! love ya lots!

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slightly inspired by this song :*

[bi-writes]

Hey B!

I know you were answering some asks and thoughts on YOUR choice to keep Simon and MOB a childless marriage.

I remember seeing your post months ago and saying “oh! That’s different. Cool” and moved on. I love babies and stories that end with kids. But your choice for them to not have any human babies is just as amazing and loved by me.

A lot of times Simon x fem!reader do end up with kids and I really respect your choice of having this story just be about them (and their cats). I love that we get to see them as just a couple.

And anyway, if I want a fic where Simon x fem!reader have kids I can just go to @peachesofteal and get my fill of cute dad/husband Simon.

It’s really as simple as that.

Do what you want to do B! It’s your story and we are PRIVILEGED for you to share them with us. Forget the haters😤. You’re doing great and don’t owe anyone anything.

All my love and kudos to you B.

ughhhhh don't even remind me, peaches has me falling over a rail straight into simon "daddy" riley in every single way. 😭

also i have plenty of fics where i explore this topic anyway, it's just one story i chose to do this with.

the majority of people are very supportive, i think. <3

thanks so much for this. it was really sweet.

[sstormyskyess]

i'm scheming right now and i'm torn on what to explore first so uhh you guys get to decide for me 😊 i wanna write some crime AU related fics for the boys and i've got some dynamics so i'll have those here and you guys can vote

Ghost x GN!Reader: he and reader are part of opposing gangs and can't stand each other until some catastrophic event makes them open up

Soap x Fem!Reader: reader is the daughter of a gang's boss and soap is part of an opposing gang, but neither of them know

Alejandro x GN!Reader: alejandro is a detective and reader is a mob boss that he's been chasing for years

Gaz x M!Reader: reader is a new addition to the gang gaz is part of and he helps reader get comfortable

Price x GN!Reader: reader is a detective that used to be friends with price before he founded his mafia

keep in mind i will end up writing more than one of these ideas so if the one you voted for doesn't win it will likely be written at some point in the future!

[reblog for bigger sample size pretty please!]