#mwii simon

[sillystargirll]

Daddy's Home

Back from deployment, Ghost needs his baby girl to relieve stress and tension

cw: fem reader, BDSM, Daddy Dom Ghost, Bondage, Oral Sex, Use of Sex Toys, Anal Plug, and Aftercare, not fucking proofread

Ghost staring at his phone at a text from his phone that he's about to send to his loving girlfriend parked in a empty parking lot He leans back in his driver's seat and sighs. Running his hands through his blonde hair. He is so pent up and he grits his teeth and sucks in air. He looks at the car stereo time. 4pm.

Ghost I'll be home in 10 mins. When I get home I want you in the bedroom. Naked. Kneeling. Hair down. Hands by your side.

Y/N Yes, Daddy.

Ghost smiles, 'Good girl' he says to himself. He inserts the ignition key to start the car and turns the gear on.

You're enjoying a glass of Champagne while relaxing at home. Just staying in and keeping the house clean, nothing too dramatic, it was a pretty laid-back day. You made the choice to wash your hair, take a bubble bath, and dress in a gorgeous nightgown. You are content with yourself and having a fantastic day.

As you take another sip of your Champagne, your phone starts to ping. You've got a text. via Daddy. With a smile, you open it. You sigh inwardly as your stomach surges. scanning the text quickly reveals that Daddy has had a trying day. You hastily make your way to the bedroom as the thrill inside of you bubbles.

You enter the bathroom to check your reflection, brush your teeth, and wash your face. You blow-dry your hair and spray it with a scented mist that has his favorite scent—strawberries—knowing full well that it will drive him crazy. Then you remove your bra and underwear and put them in the hamper beside the door. You run some hot water, soak a washcloth, and delicately clean your most private areas. You walk back into the bedroom after applying a little perfume to your wrists and neck. A wool rug in the center of the room invites you to kneel down and take a moment to simply observe your surroundings.

You and your daddy play with the hanging toys that are all over the wall in front of you. Depending on his mood, he either prefers to sit alone in the huge leather chair and watch you or invites you to join him. You generally lie down with him behind you on the couch to listen to him talk about his day as he plays with your hair. the area of your bed where you play the most. A big queen-size four-poster bed with black silk sheets and opaque fabrics draped in black and maroon that you can occasionally pull down to encircle the bed. Daddy's bottle and glass of bourbon to be specific Kentucky is half-full on the bedside tables. Knowing that his drawer contains bottles of his favorite lubricants, plugs, and tiny vibrating devices makes you grin.

Your heart beats rapidly as you take a breath when you hear the front door.

"Daddy's home luv."

Your heart skips a beat when you hear the voice, but you keep quiet because you haven't been given permission to speak.

The door to the bedroom opens.

"Good girl. That's a good girl" Ghost praises you.

He turns to face you, grinning and admiring the scene. His baby girl is content and obedient to his every request. He kneels down and grabs your chin in his broad hands. His thumb barely brushes your lips as he elevates your face.

"Speak princess." Granting you permission to now reply to him.

"Welcome home Daddy." You reply.

He leans into you and licks your lips, you obediently open your mouth and he pushes his tongue inside kissing you deeply as you massage his tongue with your own. He moans into your kiss and you moan right back.

"Daddy is going to get ready princess. Stay." He commands

"Yes Daddy." You answer.

You hear the shower turn on, and you remain kneeling. Daddy is pleased with you and you are beaming. You live to please him and he take such good care of you. You are the most in love you've ever been in your life. You drift into your thoughts about what he is going to do with you and you let out a breathy huff at the sheer anticipation.

He uses a towel to dry his hair. He stands in front of you with his hands on his hips. Naked. You could see all of his scars, and he is quite sexy. He is tall, blonde, with strong shoulders, massive arms, and perfect abs. It's not the first time you've seen him without the mask; after months of getting to know you, he finally removed it in front of you. He was stunningly handsome; in fact, he was Adonis. As his cock expands in front of your face, your pussy starts to drip in slick. It took some time for Daddy to prepare you to be able to handle the length and girth of the long, girthy member in front of you.

He takes a step toward you. Having pulled a length of red rope from the wall and gently binds your hands in front of you.

"Up on your knees princess, I want you to relieve this tension for me okay?" He commands.

"Yes Daddy." You kneel up and obediently open your mouth and push your tongue out.

He takes another step towards you.

"Princess. Remember your colors and words and your taps for non-verbal. Do you understand?" He brushes your hair from the sides of your face.

"Yes Daddy." You reply.

He holds your head gently as he pushes his leaking cock into your mouth. You lick and suck the tip, tasting the pre oozing from his slit and you run your tongue all around the head pulling a low moan from your Daddy. He pushes further into your mouth and you hold your tongue on the underside of his cock as you suck his shaft. You moan sending vibrations up his cock as he pulls out and pushes back in, a little further each time, giving you time to adjust before his starts. Your tongue works around his cock, drool dripping down your chin, you know he likes it messy.

"Awh princess, yes, just like that, nearly ready, yeah, yeah..mhmmm." He looks down at you and meets your eyes.

You hold his eyes there and he smiles.

"Ready babygirl?" He asks.

You tap once on his thigh for yes.

He grins at you. "That's my girl, that's my good girl. So good for me aren't you. So good for Daddy. Yes you are. Yes you are." He purrs at you.

It sends heat directly to your sopping pussy and your throbbing clit. Praise does the trick for you.

Ghost pulls back and presses his entire length into your mouth while maintaining a hard yet gentle grasp on your hair. He groans as you hollow out your cheeks. He speeds up and starts throat-fucking you. You sigh and swallow while inhaling through your nose around his cock. He thrusts violently and swiftly, smacking your chin with his balls.

"Fuck baby, so good, your mouth feels so good. you love taking my cock in that pretty mouth of yours. Look at me princess. I want your eyes." He looks down at you.

"I'm going to come, and you're going to keep it in your mouth do you understand. Do not swallow." He commands.

You tap his thigh once.

"Fuck good girl, good girl. fuck." He moans and picks his pace up again, thrusting fast and hard and he chases his orgasm. He spills into your mouth and you keep it there. Obedient to the end. He pulls his cock out and lets out a breathy satisfied sigh.

He groans and quickens his pace, thrusting fast and hard as he pursues his orgasm. You keep it in your mouth after he spills. faithful till the end. He extends his cock and exhales a delighted sigh.

"Show me." He demands

You open your mouth, full of Daddy's cum, a little dripping out down your chin and running out the sides. Daddy always fills you up good.

"Oh princess that's a good girl. Yes. Look at you, your pretty mouth full of Daddy's cum. What a messy girl you are huh." He takes a moment and just admires the view. You are on your knees looking up at him, mouth open full of his cum.

"Swallow baby." He commands, and you obey.

"That's my princess." He purrs.

"Do I get my reward now Daddy. I was such a good girl." You purr back

"of course luv" He kneels and wipes your face and mouth with a warm cloth. He then cleans his cock. He picks you up and moves to the bed. Before you, he kneels and sets you on the brink.

"Keep it off the edge baby."You get softly pushed backward while he speaks, and you are lying on the cool, soft sheets. His thumbs graze your pussy lips as he lifts your legs and slides his hands down the backs of your thighs before running them back up. You whimper as you no longer feel his touch on your dripping cunt. He purrs at you while grinning and tenderly rubbing your legs. Your knees loop over his shoulders as he lifts you up while pulling you toward him.

"Be good and moan for Daddy princess." He says, as he flicks his tongue out at the wet folds of your cunt. He skilfully licks and sucks your lips, swirling his tongue around to explore every inch as you gasp. You let out a deep groan as he flattens his tongue and licks you from your asshole to your clit. It feels fantastic, fuck. You buck a little as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

"Such a doll"

He purrs. He brings his big hands around your thighs and pins you.

He continues his assault on your pussy, massaging, licking and sucking your lips, flicking your clit as he coaxes your juices out of you. You are literally dripping and he is lapping it up.

"your so fucking wet and taste fucking divine"

He praises you

Your heat rises and he continues to eat you. Picking up pace as he moves his mouth, enveloping your cunt. He starts to furiously flick and suck your clit and your hips try to buck as you grip the sheets under your hands tightly.

"d-daddy p-please" you beg

"you know I love it when you beg, let me hear more." he purrs

"d-daddy more please"

 You whimper as the waves threaten to gush out of you.

He suddenly pulls his mouth away leaving you whining at the loss of him but he quickly and smoothly moves your pliant body, he flips you quickly onto your stomach and again pulls your legs towards him. You hear him open the drawer to his left and then a zipper. He pulls out the butt plug and lube. Coating the toy he purrs at you again.

"Now your gonna behave and take it like the good girl you are."

"y-yes daddy."

He pushed the plug inside your ass, gently stretching you, the beautiful burn making you moan as you drool beneath him.

He stroked your ass cheeks and you swallow the plug. All the way in. You smile at yourself. Pleased.

He climbs onto the bed and he turns you over to face him now. He settles in between your thighs and lifts your knees up to hook over his elbows. He lines his hard throbbing cock up with your soaking wet entrance. Holding your thighs and pushing his length into you. groaning as he feels the heat of your pussy and your walls clench around him. He thrusts, and thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper.

You hold each other's eyes as he fucks into you. Driving you into the mattress. He moves again, hands on your hips and he pulls you toward him with each thrust. Your hips clash together, your clit stimulated with each thrust as your cunt takes all of the hard cock Ghost is giving you. The waves of pleasure wash over you with each thrust as your moans fill the room. Ghost holds your eyes as he fucks you, smiling, licking his lips. A possessive look. You belong to him. You are his. He owns you and you love it.

"so fucking tight" That sends you over the edge and he sees your reaction, he pounds hard and fast making you scream out and writhe beneath him. You chase your orgasm and it hits you like a tidal wave. Daddy thrusts as you ride it out with him. He is chasing his own orgasm as he gives you yours. Your pussy gushes around his cock and that's what sends him. He cries out and you respond in kind. You both come hard together.

Heavy breaths fill your ear and Ghost leans down on top of you. He kisses your neck, your ear lobe, your jaw then your mouth. Clashing your lips together and tongues licking and massaging each other.

"I've missed you Simon."

"I've missed you too (y/n)"

You slip into that Euphoric phase you go to after play. You are happy, content, and satisfied. You close your eyes and let out a purr.

"I'll clean you up, just sleep" He unties the red rope. Ghost always looks after you. You smile.

"Mhmmm." is all you manage and you fall into silent peaceful void.

[bi-writes]

ok ok how about mute?ghost who you aren't sure if he's actually mute or if he just chooses not to say anything. you hear a different answer from everyone you ask. (18+)

ever since mexico, wouldn't say a fucking word.

nah, mate, he's been zipped shut since he enlisted.

heard it was a mad accident.

what you mean? heard him telling off privates not even a year ago!

well, since you're a certified yapper, and ghost can't (won't) tell you to shut up, you make him your living diary. whenever you see him around, you sit next to him, stop by his office, hop up onto his desk and talk to him. you tell him about your day, about the recruits that bother you the most, about the meals in the mess hall being worse on saturdays than on mondays (fuck, you'd think the weekend would put some pep in their step, no?).

but gosh, when ghost finally had you seated in his lap with your pants around one ankle, you really weren't expecting to hear him.

pussy-drunk, tongue out, hands gripping your ass as he listens to the wet smack of your thighs against his, and that's all it takes for him to let out the filthiest groan you've ever heard, enough to make you spiral, see red-hot stars, to shake and cry until you're cumming and babbling and even more incoherent.

when they talk about ghost, you still keep your mouth shut. you're still not sure if he talks, fuck if i know, is what you say.

but if you suck his cock just right, you're certain he's singing.

[devil-in-hiding]

it’s 5 am and i can’t stop thinking of Ghost falling into a habit of slipping into farmer!reader’s bed whenever he hears you whimpering from the cold from down the hall, disentangling himself from Price’s arm, padding down the hall with a yawn.

He tiptoes around snoring dogs, shushing Dixon when he raises his head. “Just me, go back to sleep you beast.”

“G-Ghost?” You whimper, peering up at him and the sight always melts his heart. “Scoot over sweet girl.” He murmurs, sliding up next to you and wrapping you up in his arms. It’s routine, feeling you melt into his touch, your breath warm against his neck. Your arms snake up, fingers brushing the stubble along his jaw and he hums, pressing his nose to your hair. “Need to shave don’t I?” he muses, ignoring the heat your fingers leave behind.

“I like it…” you whisper, lips brushing his neck and he struggles not to shudder. “Oh yeah?” he mutters, pulling back to look down at you. You gaze back him, eyes half-lidded and so sweet as you look at him.

“Mhm… handsome…” you breathe, slipping one of your hands around his neck, fingers curling into the hair at the base of his neck. he sucks in a breath, looking over your features, slipping his knee between your legs.

“Little bird…” he warns, but his control is slipping as he feels you grind against his thigh. “You don’t-“

“Touch me. Please.” You breathe before leaning up, ghosting your lips over his jaw and he groans, rolling and pinning you beneath his large frame.

“Gonna be the fuckin death of me, Price is gonna have my head.” He mutters, slipping his hands up your nightgown as he captures your lips in a kiss

[ghostsangel]

your new neighbor has taken a liking to you

simon “ghost” riley x fem!reader

tags/warnings: mdni, infidelity (ghost’s marriage sucks), size kink, breeding , unprotected sex, degradation/dumbification, squirting, corruption kink if you squint

Simon is in a loveless marriage.

It’s sad—he knows that. Ever since he got back from deployment, things with his wife weren’t the same. She would stay at work late, come home smelling of someone else’s cologne, trying to hide her swollen lips.

Military service took a toll on him. The torture, the abuse, the loss of life—sometimes it was too much for him to bear. His wife didn’t understand, and he certainly couldn’t talk to her about it. She was too busy being fucked by other men to speak to him anyway. So, he kept his trauma close to his chest.

Then he met you.

You moved in next to him while he was away. When he left for service, the house was empty—vines withering up the creaky wood, yard overgrown and barren. As soon as he drove into his front yard, he knew that changed.

The house was fixed up, vines trimmed. A new coat of paint covered the old wood and made it look new. A hammock hung between two large trees in the yard. And one other thing was different.

Flowers. They were everywhere in your yard. Rose bushes, lavender, tulips, sunflowers—the yard was a rainbow of color. Simon could smell them from his front yard when he went outside to smoke or to get away from the confines of his house.

It wasn’t until he was smoking one afternoon that he saw you. Fresh-faced and young, gloved hands trimming back your rose bushes. It took him a while to say hi, but he did eventually. You were everything his wife wasn’t—kind, bubbly, thoughtful…innocent.

He found himself in your front yard more than he was at home, offering to help you trim your flowers or plant new ones. He was always filling the heavy watering can and watering for you—“I got all this muscle, sweetheart, let me use it for somethin’.”

Simon wasn’t sure when he began spilling his trauma, but one day, he sat on your couch with a glass of lemonade telling you about the war. The torture, the loss of his military brethren—everything. He told you about his past and his present, about his failing marriage; and most importantly, that he trusted you.

The first intimate actions were small. A brush of a hand, a squeeze of a thigh. Lips brushed against an ear. Small actions that made your tummy clench and his face grow hot. Eventually, it led to something more. Soft kisses on tender lips, hands running over scarred skin and muscle, strong arms wrapped around you.

And tonight, you kissed him with a hunger he couldn’t ignore anymore. Your tongue swiped so slowly along his that his knees buckled and his heart slammed against his chest. His fingers gripped your ass so tightly, you thought it would bruise, but it sent heat to your core all the same.

That’s how you find yourself now—on your back in your bed, sheets sprawled around you and Simon eating you like a man starved. His tongue flicks so deliciously against your clit that it makes your toes curl and your grip tighten in his hair.

“Simon,” you whine, hips bucking as he sucks hard on the sensitive nerves. His response is a grunt, his middle and ring finger gathering your juices and teasing your tight entrance.

Your breath stills when he pushes his two thick fingers inside of your pussy, back arching and hips drawing back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Simon mutters against your clit, tugging your hips down with his other hand and curling his fingers inside of your wanting cunt.

All you can do is whine as his fingers scissor and stretch your squelching pussy, juices dripping down to your ass. His tongue rubs circles around your clit like he’s painting a fucking picture, and you can’t help but moan out at the pleasure. His fingers hit that spongy spot that sends an electric jolt to your toes, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the pleasure.

“S-Simon, I can’t—I’m gonna—” You can’t even finish your sentence, your voice breaking off in a moan as he speeds up.

And then you’re coming, babbling nonsense and his name like a prayer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You don’t even comprehend that you squirt all over his hand and mouth, or that he’s rutting his hips against the bed and moaning into your cunt as he tastes you.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, his hands running up to your waist. Your eyes flutter open—when did they shut?—and you look up at him staring down at you, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Such a nasty fucking girl,” he murmurs as he leans down, teeth grazing across your neck. “Squirting for me like that. Gonna do that on my cock, too, sweetheart?”

All you can do is moan in response, and Simon chuckles before pulling back and tugging down his boxers. Your eyes widen as you take in his fat cock—thick and veiny and leaking precum. He holds eye contact with you as he moves to hover over you, rubbing his tip along your soaked folds.

You squirm and whine, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

Simon grins, positioning his tip against your throbbing hole. “Gonna make it fit.”

Your lips part as he slowly slides his fat cock inside you, stretching you out in such a painfully delicious way that you almost forget to breathe. You can feel every vein in his cock, and Simon lets out a guttural groan when he sheathes himself fully inside you.

“Relax, doll. Squeezing me so fuckin’ tight and I haven’t even moved.” His voice is strained, and he lets out a breath as you try to relax.

His hand moves to your throat, squeezing slightly as he begins to move. Slow at first—painfully slow. You hold eye contact with him as he slowly ruts his hips against yours, his lips parted as breathy groans slip past. When you start to whimper and moan, he speeds up, his pace becoming almost animalistic in nature.

The tip of his fat cock hits a spot that makes you see stars, and you let out a soft cry as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It feels so good, and you drag your nails down his chest because you don’t know what else to do.

“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” He asks, grip tight on your throat. “You like my cock stretchin’ you out?”

You can’t even answer him, responding with whines and moans, tears sliding down your cheeks from the pleasure. Simon smirks, fucking you faster, and you cry out.

“Didn’t think I’d fuck you dumb, sweetheart. Can’t help it can you? Cock makin’ you stupid?”

You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand moves to your clit to rub in precise circles. Your eyes glaze over and you’re gone—submitting completely to him as he fucks you with his fat cock.

Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake. Simon grunts and groans as you come on his cock, throbbing so tightly around him that you almost force him out. He simply fucks you harder, pressing against your cervix as your juices gush out of your cunt and you whine out, hips jolting.

Simon moves his fingers from your clit to your face, wiping your tears away and leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is hot and surprisingly sweet, and when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.

“Good fuckin’ girl. My girl. Gonna fill this sweet pussy up so good, baby,” he whispers against your lips, his arm hooking through your leg to open you up wider. His hips slap against yours, his breathy moans hitting your skin softly.

“Please, Simon,” you breathe out, voice catching as he fucks into you. “Need it. Please.”

That’s all it takes for Simon to crumble, moaning out curses and your name as his cock throbs inside of you. He gives one, two, three more thrusts before he buries his fat cock inside you, tip against your cervix, and you can feel his hot seed pumping inside of you.

He thrusts lazily for a moment before sliding out of you, pulling you to his chest. Your lips meet in a sweet, lazy kiss, and you feel his cum dripping out of you. Simon’s fingers trace down your back, and he looks at you so delicately, he’s afraid you might break. His hand moves to cup your face, thumb brushing right underneath your eyes. Then he utters four words that make your heart stop.

“I’m getting a divorce.”

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see this one shot’s counterpart here

[alexthetrashyracoon]

“You look like my boyfriend.”

Simon raises a brow at that statement and sits down in the nearby chair. His eyes on you. “Is that so, lovely?”

“Mhm,” you agree with a confident nod and loopy. “No. My boyfriend is prettier than you.”

He isn’t sure if he should take it as a compliment or as an insult, for now Simon decides to not comment on it. “You must be lucky to have such a pretty boyfriend then.” He grins and sips his cheap hospital coffee.

“Oh, I am! He’s pretty and cool and strong. And you should be careful because he’ll be here soon!” You pout, shoving your lower lip forward.

Cute. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gone before he shows up.” Simon reassures you and pats your thigh.

You don’t reply, the remaining anesthesia must still be running its course through your body after the surgery in which the doctor took out your inflamed appendix, snoring softly in the otherwise quiet room. “Good thing your boyfriend is already here, lovely.” Simon chuckles before tugging the thin hospital blanket higher over your chest and keeping watch as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. “And he will be here when you wake up again. He will always be there, my lovely.”

[tylenolslut]

simon riley with a gf who’s a preschool teacher.

simon riley who loves seeing all the little outfits his girlfriend dresses up in. whether it’s a pair of jeans and a jumper, one of those cute sun dresses or even those stupid pair of dinosaur overalls that her students love so much.

simon riley who loves to watch his girlfriend get ready for work. watching her do her makeup, put her hair up and even helping her pick what to wear.

simon riley who loves the art work his girlfriend brings home from her students. who loves them more than she does sometimes. who melts every time one of the write ‘mr. simon’ above a small stick figure next to another one that has his girlfriend’s name above it.

simon riley who gets videos from his girlfriend while deployed. most of the videos being her saying she loves him but some of them include the preschoolers telling him to be safe.

simon riley who retires from an injury. who can’t stay still so he ends up in his girlfriends classroom for the first time. who ends up sitting with the kids, reading them a book about a military dog.

simon riley who by the end of the week has been to the class everyday. even bringing Riley in for the kids to meet.

simon riley who by the end of the week decides he wants kids.

[amustikas]

“I showed you my fish pls respond”

would you swipe right on him???

oh and happy valentines ;)

[deunmiu-dessie]

!reader who decides that they want to try being on top for once and anchors their small hands on ghost's chest, bouncing sloppily on his cock and whimpering at his praise. “that’s it. good girl, just like that.” !reader who pants in small, short puffs, cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. !reader whose movements start to get slower just when they're on the brink of cumming. “ i c-can't, m’tired, si.” bf!simon who rumbles deep in his chest at your whiney complaint, "ah, fuckin' hell." bf!simon who grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into you, hard and fast, gravelly voice mocking. "look at you, can't even fuckin' ride me properly." bf!simon who simpers at your scrunched up face and bleary eyes, mouth open to let out pitiful sobs. "m' sorry, d-daddy--mmn!" he chuckles softly, "'s alright, pet. " ˙ᵕ˙

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒! ⁽ nsfw ⁾

[sillystargirll]

Nightmares or Insane? Part 2

Part 1

(Simon Riley x oc fem)

cw: Mental Health, gore and corpses

His mission was to apprehend a British doctor who had smuggled money out of a private company he was associated with, easy money and it would be his last investigation too, before marrying Erza and leaving London to start a new life in the states.

Simon was Hiking on top of a mountain trail following a tour guide who he had hired for his private investigation to guide him through the forest. Simon cared on a small backpack a tape recorder, binoculars and a couple of cigars, and a pistol just in case his life was in danger. He continued to walk following closely behind the tour guide he could see a beautiful view of the mountains and the greenery terrain with its blue clear skies he could also see a stunning view of trees that surround the forest.

Simon took out his tape recorder and pressed it recording the following events of his investigations, he talked into the tape describing what he saw in his surroundings and how his trip was from London to the forests of Romania. Halfway through the recording, Simon grew frustrated as his tapes constantly break in the middle of recording but didn't mind throwing it as he brought along around thirty more tapes.

"Just wait till we get to the other side, then you can chatter all you want in that damn tape." simon smirked as he saw the tour guide getting fed up with him talking.

"There notes, help me from time to time."

Both men kept on walking up the trail as pure silence was heard between not sharing a word and only company by the sounds of nature echoing through the forest.

"So you a writer." the awkward silence was broken when the tour guide was curiosity got the best of him he wanted to know after all what he was doing in deep parts of the forest. for all he know the forest was unsettling something about it had something sinister and others would put it "cursed" but he didn't want to frighten Simon.

Before Simon could respond, they come to a stop in front of a number of impaled heads that had screws bored into them that were stained with dried blood they look odd-mechanical on the stick the heads were impaled lied a sign saying "Fuga" in Romania.

"Then what happened Si?"

"He started yelling in his native language like crazy and ditched me."

"Tell me what else you saw?"

Simon continued to walk down the path ignoring what he just had saw he then sees the trail leading down back to the forest having no choice but to follow and see where it leads, As he walks through the forest he could feel like someone is watching him but from where he thought to himself.

 Simon glances up, and he notices that the sky has become overcast and dismal, giving the forest a depressing atmosphere. It began to get a bit windy luckily he had brought a jacket that warmed him right up he then looks up ahead seeing a ditch Simon could feel that what he is about to encounter isn't good.

He takes a deep breath preparing for what he is about an encounter. He could feel his heart begin to pulsate faster with each step he took and his eyes never lost sight of what is in front of him he looked down the ditch to find several horribly mutilated human corpses that were piled onto each other somebodies had libs removed others had their organs removed their eyes along with it, he could smell the stench of rotten flesh coming from the bodies.

Simon turned aside to catch his breath and get control of himself since he could feel himself gagging from the stench and was in complete disbelief. Who would torment these people in this manner? Not even he could want such suffering on his enemies.

In an effort to avoid seeing the bodies again, he gets into his rucksack, pulls out his tape recorder, and starts documenting what he sees. He describes everything giving further specifics about what he observed. He thinks that the evidence he has acquired will help this fictitious "doctor" and bring him to justice. Simon then loses concentration after hearing rustling in the bushes. That person who had been watching him could be felt again.

" that person did you ever see them"

"no"

"Along your journey, Si what else did you encounter. More bodies I assume?"

He wishes Erza hadn't been right, but he had to share more information about what had transpired during that trip because he didn't want her to believe he was crazy or go through a mental breakdown in front of her. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, trying to recall what had occurred that day.

"I arrived at what looks to be an ancient tomb looks to be exactly about 500-600 years old. I found an underground Chamber to be." Simon descends a stone flight of stairs that, given their age, appear to have minor cracks as he speaks into the tape recorder. It appeared as though nobody had visited this area for many years if not centuries.

The walls had some dried moss on them and plants growing into vines in the gaps. Since the light from the outside can't reach, he reaches down to a door and turns on a red stick flare to illuminate his path.

the flare illuminates the room and he sees multiple corpses laying on stone pedestals showing direct signs that these corpses had undergone surgery some corpses had fitted with bizarre mechanical parts as if the corpses were treated as "toys" or turned into "macabre clockwork dolls". he had observed them taking verbal notes in his tape recorder.

Simon then hears loud noises from the next door, he prays mentally that this day isn't his last all he wanted was to go home to Erza. his stunning and gentle soon-to-be wife, he wanted nothing more than to see her smile that always cheered him up when he had an awful day at work.

His thoughts are interrupted when he feels something grab his forearm as he approaches the next door and quickly turns around to witness a wave of the various corpses that had been placed on the pedestals spring to life, groaning and growling as they charge toward him.

Simon kicked those who approached him and swung at a corpse in the face; luckily, they don't bite. He didn't want to become one of those. He wanted to get his gun out of his bag, but he didn't want to alert the other corpses that were likely in the graveyard lurking.

"You saw them come to life?" Erza was a little perplexed, but she remained emotionless since she didn't want Simon to get the wrong impression or believe that she thought he was crazy. She wanted to support Simon in overcoming his nightmares, but she can't help but believe that if what he saw was real, the best course of action would have been to listen to him out and most likely use reason.

"Si are you postive you saw them come to life."

Simon was frustrated as he continued to talk about it, so he got up from the couch and approached Erza while displaying the scar that one of the corpses left on his arm.

"Look at this Erza, Im not imaging stuff is that enough proof for you!"

[bi-writes]

just his girl being so attracted to simon and him not understanding it. (18+)

i mean like...he's never had a girlfriend like this. he's never even had a girlfriend, period, not really, not anyone he's seen more than once, not one that he's known long enough to remember her name.

he just doesn't get it. whenever he comes into your vicinity, he can see the sparkle in your eyes. the smile that graces your face, the way your expression lights up, the way your body moves on its own just to get closer to him.

he wonders if he lets you because of the sick satisfaction he feels. to be the center of your attention, it makes him feel so fucking special, so important. another man can look at you the same way, but he knows your cunt will be dry. but when he looks at you that way, he can see the way your legs squeeze together, and he loves knowing that if he flipped up the hem of your skirt, you'd be so sticky and practically drooling there, all for him.

he doesn't think himself very attractive. he's had his fair share of one night stands, but the way you keen for him makes him so hungry. he loves hearing you whine when he grabs your ass, loves feeling you drip onto his fingers when he kisses you after a long day, loves the way that nothing else will ever make you smile the way he can when he touches your face.

"i love you so much," you whisper, and he has to look away or else he'll groan.

"i missed you," you whimper after he's been away for a long time, and he has to bite back the tremble in his lip because fuck, he missed you, too.

"you're so big, baby," you whine, and he can't help the way he chubs up immediately as you feel up his thick biceps, along his pecs, over the warm layer of fat around his solid middle. you can cum so fast just riding his big thigh, hell--you can cum by yourself just looking at him. he's so hot to you, so handsome, even if he doesn't take his mask off or any of his clothes, because you love him so much, and his eyes are sometimes all you need to feel enough. and fuck if that isn't the biggest ego boost, seeing his girl's pussy creaming just by fixating on the flex of his big hand.

his confidence is so puffed whenever he's around you. he gets goosebumps whenever your eyes are on him. even now, it's been years with you, and you still make him feel like the hottest guy in the room with the way your eyes look him up and down.

you're his perfect girl. his best prize. he doesn't understand how he ever got you, how he ever reeled you in, but there isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't understand how undeserving he is of you and how incredibly lucky he is. it makes him selfish. he has you, and he can't lose you, so fuck how he has to keep you, cause he will. and he thinks you like that, too.

he thinks you like the way he fondles you under your skirt in a crowded place. he thinks you like the way he fucks, deep thrusts as he grips your face and murmurs mine, mine, mine between low groans and fingerprint bruises. he thinks you like the way he hovers, glaring at anyone that looks your way and devouring you in a grocery store parking lot because the cashier at the till looked at your legs for just a second too long, and need ta remind ya who ya belong to, pet.

you were wet anyways, he had worn short sleeves that day, and your eyes hadn't left his tattoo sleeve since he came out of the shower. so wet, ruining those panties, his favorite little black pair with the skull print pattern along the band.

dripping, creamy, pulsing little cunt that is all his. hadn't so much as even touched you yet, and here you are, drooling so sweet. he just didn't want to waste the meal.

[spiltspit]

I just think johnny could convince simon to wear a kilt

[yoshidatommy]

TF141 (oversimplified)

[stargirlstabber]

imagine looking for your husband and walking through the house for 5 minutes straight without finding a trace of him. not in the bedroom, not in the bathroom, not on the couch, he's not even in the kitchen or in the garden. opening the door full of stickers to your little girl's room, you see her at the small pink table with an even smaller tea set. once you fully open the door, you see him. simon riley. playing tea time with your daughter. you can't help yourself but chuckle when you take in how he looks. colorful ribbons in his hair, a small tutu stretching around his waist and a pink cup filled with imaginary tea in his large hand. -and is that nail polish on his fingers?

'part 2'

[shotmrmiller]

it turned to smut in seconds, i cannot control my own hands, ok. 18+ (implication of breeding kink or something and simon's a jealous boy)

ex-husband simon who signed the divorce papers without a fight. it'd stung, you're not gonna lie, but it needed to be done and the fact that he didn't make a big fuss about it made things easier for you physically. (emotionally you were in shambles because did he not even want to try and fight for you?)

he comes over only on the weekends when he's on leave.

he's a good father to his boys. he takes them to their softball games when he can, buys them the ice cream and takes them toy shopping.

and then there's a sharp knock at your door on a wednesday afternoon.

"simon?"

he walks in like he owns the place, which technically he does- even pays the mortgage because there's no way you would be able to afford living here with your own measly income.

"what's this the boys are tellin' me 'bout a man bein' in here?" his voice is calm, steady. but you know simon better than you know yourself, and he's furious.

"i- i'm not sure-" he swipes his hand in the air and your mouth clicks shut.

"don't lie t'me, poppet, or i'll be findin' him myself an' you really don't want tha'."

what man? there hasn't been any since the divorce! you're digging through your memories, scrambling to find what the hell he's talking about when-

"oh! it's the plumber!" you take steadying breath. "i called a plumber on sunday. i needed the kitchen sink fixed."

his dark eyes are piercing, so sharp they could cut. simon's always been a walking lie detector, and it's unnerving to be on the opposite end of that analyzing stare.

he nods imperceptibly, then flicks his gaze to behind you, over your head. "show me."

you scoff indignantly. "show you what? the bloody sink?"

simon wordlessly heads to the kitchen and his knees pop as he kneels-

he's actually checking the fucking sink.

with a grunt, he leans his head into the cabinet and twist awkwardly which is no doubt causing a familiar pain to flare up in his lower back. you can't help but wince in sympathy.

lo and behold, there's a shiny, white elbow in the middle of the rest of the dirty, scratched pipe.

he hums, and rises to his feet, closing the cabinet with his leg.

simon approaches you slowly, fingertips touching the kitchen island as he rounds it. "palms flat on the counter, sweetheart."

oh. oh you know exactly what that means, and your pussy throbs almost in reflex. months without his touch and your body still responds the same.

your protest already at the tip of your tongue, almost involuntarily because principles, but he sees right through you, as he's always done.

"jus' a reward for all o' your hard work. takin' care o' the boys is a stressful job all on its own." his worn hand cups the underside of your jaw tenderly. "aren't i always good t'ya?"

your exhales are weak, just like your resolve. "okay."

simon's eyes glint with satisfaction as he lifts his hand, index pointing upwards and twirls it in a slow, deliberate motion.

your palms are flat on the counter when he curls his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and knickers, tugging them downward.

they're flat on the counter when he lowers himself to his knees and taps the inside of your foot, indicating you to widen your stance.

they're curled into fists when his breath puffs against your slick cunt and his warm tongue slides through your folds, drawing lazy circles around your bud. a tingle of arousal shoots up your spine, his mouth sparking a fire right under your navel.

they're reaching for simon, nails sinking into the delicate skin of his wrist as your back bows when you come on his tongue, vision spotted with black, blurry dots and white hot ecstasy coursing through your veins.

your hands are now crossed at the base of your spine, your cheek pressing into the cool kitchen counter as he bends you over it.

"15 minutes before the boys are home from school. tha's plenty o'time, yeah?"

a rhetorical, if you've ever heard one.

your knuckles stain white as you clench your fists at the heavy, hot weight of his manhood stretching your walls to take him in, a sweet burn that you've always loved. he's gentle but sure, bottoming out in one smooth stroke that pushes the air out of your lungs. the sibilant hiss simon lets out is never fails to elicit a whimper out of you.

"fuck," he groans. "i could stay inside this pretty pussy forever."

and the dirty talk. how much you've missed it.

"would you like tha', pet? be inside of ya til you don't know where i end and you begin?"

a garbled mhm slips past your lips. your head already empty at just the sensation of being so unbearably full that it feels like you're tearing at the seams.

"another time, then, since the kids'll be home soon."

he begins to move, shallow but firm thrusts that drag his cock along your nerves deliciously- a sure fire way of getting you to climax around him in minutes.

your walls begin to squeeze down as the knot in your stomach tightens, and he lets go of your wrists, looping an arm around your waist and straightens you- his broad chest to your much smaller back.

his clever fingers wind downwards, and rub precise, little circles on your slippery clit, and it's all too much, you're hurtling toward the precipice at neck break speed- "god, simon, please-"

his pace never falters, not his hips nor his fingers as your moans begin to rise in pitch. "i'll get ya there, love."

he does, he gets you to your highest peak- blindingly intense- one that chokes the very breath out of you and slackens your knees. "i've got ya."

there's no strength left in you to brace for the spine-jarring thrusts he gives after, the only thing keeping you from sprawling forward is the arm that's looped around you as he pulls you to him.

"on anything?" he rumbles.

your ears ring at that because he can't possibly- your head shakes unbidden.

"good."

the last four thrusts are heavy, backed by his weight, and he smothers a loud groan into the junction of your shoulder as he finishes inside of you- thick, viscous cum filling you until it begins to drip and fall to the floor with an audible plop.

he presses tender little kisses to your sweaty shoulder and nips the side of your neck. "just in time."

the clock on the stove says 5 minutes before the bus gets there.

he helps you redress, chuckling under his breath when you won't look him in the eye. "i'll get the kids, go get cleaned up."

the knot in your chest loosens when you hear the boys' laughter at seeing their father on the driveway. it loosens when simon picks both of them up, one in each arm, and glances up at you as you look down at them from the window.

heat licks up your cheeks when he gives you a smarmy little grin.

idiot.

[boowritess]

simon 'ghost' riley who says you guys can't be in a relationship because he's emotionally unavailable.

simon 'ghost' riley who doesn't stay the night because he's afraid you'll get too attached.

simon 'ghost' riley who tells you he's just using you for your body. that's it.

simon 'ghost' riley who says you're nothing too him but a toy.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he's too cold hearted for you.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he's too old for you.

simon 'ghost' riley who claims he's just a shell of a man.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he'll ruin you.

simon 'ghost' riley who says you're too sweet for him.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he'll hurt you.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he's too dark and demented for you.

simon 'ghost' riley who says he's too broken to be in a relationship with you.

...

simon 'ghost' riley the fucking liar

...

simon 'ghost' riley who was pussywhipped the first night with you.

simon 'ghost' riley constantly messaging you when he's deployed. 'good mornings' and 'good nights' every day without fail.

simon 'ghost' riley who was gentle the first night together.

simon 'ghost' riley who spends most of the night cuddling and soothing you.

simon 'ghost' riley who barely even has sex with you most nights, preferring to just being in your presence, existing.

simon 'ghost' riley who goes straight to your home after deployment and falls asleep on your couch.

simon 'ghost' riley who treats your body like a temple - always putting your pleasure before his.

simon 'ghost' riley who indulges in whatever your interests are. even if he's deployed. that singer you like? got tickets for you and a friend. favourite food? there's an uber order on the way. you said you like those shoes? it's at your front door. that book you're currently obsessed with? bought the rest of the serious and the limited edition hardcovers. tattoo you want? money sent.

simon 'ghost' riley who makes sure you're eating and drinking right.

simon 'ghost' riley who remembers the tiniest details you've told him. so he makes sure you're taking necessary medication at the right time. reminds you of appointments.

simon 'ghost' riley who couldn't sleep after your first argument.

simon 'ghost' riley who was destroyed when he saw you cry.

simon 'ghost' riley who admitted that he was in the wrong.

simon 'ghost' riley who apologized first.

simon 'ghost' riley who's nothing but sweet to you.

simon 'ghost' riley who never left your side when you got sick and tended to every little thing you needed.

simon 'ghost' riley who drives you wherever.

simon 'ghost' riley who does the laundry because you hate it.

simon 'ghost' riley that can't stop holding your hand.

simon 'ghost' riley who prefers being with you than anyone else.

simon 'ghost' riley who realizes he couldn't live without you.

simon 'ghost' riley who said i love you first.

a/n: ew this was so sappy. i just wanted to call him out for being a liar lol.

[skyrigel]

Simon who just can't say no to you.

It has been like this from the moment his eyes met yours, a very terrible Monday morning if he hadn't met you but now that you remembered, it's the most beautiful day of both of your lives.

“Is that seat taken ?” Simon looked up at the small morning roused and still sleep laden voice, you were as knackered as you sounded, probably runnin’ on black coffee and cuppa noodles.

“Yeah.” He wasn't even aware how quickly he said it, “Yes, ofcourse miss.”

He scooted his big thighs together, trying to make as much space as possible for you and as if some divine thought struck him, he looked up — cheeks tinting with red.

“Would ya’ like window ?”

“No, But thankyou for asking.” You answered, sitting next to him and making sure to leave some space because those legs were thick and definitely his big cock needed some room.

Fuck, look away —

“Ghost...” Another man climbed inside bus, his eyes trained on you and your partner who's apparently Ghost ?!?!

“Wot ?” He said roughly, his shoulders pressed against yours

“Nothin’ old man.” The other man smirked and sat next to a Grandma who knitted half a sweater.

“Your friend?” You asked.

“ A little...Simon.” He said, “Simon Riley.”

“Oh.” You smiled, feeling blush creep up your neck and cheeks.“I like Ghost better.” you would've booed if you weren't feeling so tingly and nervy.

“You would like Simon more.”

“I would like that.” You couldn't believe you were flirting on a Monday morning.

One month later

“Ghost...” John horribly snorted, sprawling on couch as Simon paid him no attention.

“Wot ?” He asked, giving you his pinky as you painted the last letter ‘Y’ over hot pink nail polish, completing your H-E-L-L-O K-I-T-T-Y nail art, every letter on each nail.

“Nothin’ old man.” John smirked as you clicked your tongue, beaming up at Simon.

“Done !” You blew air and flashed a grin as Simon brought his hand up to examine your work.

“Done Luvie.” He smiled, bumping your nose with ‘I’ on his nail.

And you also liked Simon better.

Grim Reaper! Simon

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