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simon riley who becomes even more smitten with his wife whenever she's angry at him. he doesn't know why, but seeing her scold him for something as simple as forgetting to put the toilet seat down or forgetting to grab a tub of ice cream just makes him grin. it makes him want to gently remind her who's in charge (at least in the bedroom; he knows how much power she has over him. he's weak to her).

all he has to do is cup her face and coo, "i'm sorry lovie, i'll do better." and suddenly she's not very mad anymore. if that doesn't work, he just pushes her against the nearest surface and eats her out until she's a babbling mess (he tried doing that in public one time; she waited until they got in the car to complain about that too).

her attitude rarely gets to him though. if anything, it just turns him on. although if she gets too mouthy, he'll just let her yap without saying anything, just staring down at her. that's when she knows she's in actual trouble.

after she mellows out and simon finishes having his fill of her, she'll get very shy and grumble at him for that dirty trick she falls for every time. "did i not do enough of a good job love? need another round?" she shuts up after that, turning her heated face away from simon's smug grin, the bastard.

going to town on yourself after a long, gruelling week of work, legs spread and your face all fucked out as the vibrator between your legs buzzes deliciously against your clit. you were using the sheets to cover yourself, but they're all soaked; oh well, it's getting stuffy anyway. best to kick them off to avoid overheating.

you're so caught up in chasing your fourth orgasm that you don't realise in the fat ass window that grants you a beautiful view of the city are two men standing on top of a suspended platform, looking right at you. the one with the mohawk gawks, his mouth hanging open, maybe even a little bit of drool seeping down as he eyes the mess between your thighs. the bigger one wearing the black disposable mask sucks in a breath, his jaw clenched as he catches sight of your pretty pink tongue sticking out of your mouth.

your glossy eyes blink open; you're so fucking close. all it takes is your focus darting over to the window where those men are intruding on your privacy, and suddenly you're squirting, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you experience the most intense orgasm in your life.

(the two window washers are still staring at you when you take a peek at them, unmoving. their intense gazes manage to snap you out of your daze, and you feel around for the remote to roll down your electric blinds before you hide your face in a pillow, your stomach still fluttering.

good luck trying to go outside to run your errands later on; you don't even make it into your car before you're cornered by the same two creeps in the car park.

maybe you should have closed the blinds before you started. oops.)

simon who sees poor little you hiding behind a tree, watching your village get massacred by a band of vikings and decides to take you with him on his way home as a little treat :(

as hard as you try to escape, yelling at the brute to let you go, he delivers a sharp smack to your ass and props you on his shoulder more securely. "be still, woman. we're almost home." he grunts, ignoring your quiet sobs and the pounding on his back.

when he sets you down inside, you don't speak to him, still worried sick to your stomach about your family and still feeling a little embarrassed about how he smacked you earlier. you don't eat the food he puts in front of you, which only annoys him. "eat. now." he says, grabbing your face and pushing your cheeks together, holding a spoon of whatever stew he made in front of you. you scoff, shaking your face away from his grip and reluctantly taking the spoon from him. while you both eat in silence, you try to ignore his intense stare. simon doesn't say anything about how you've eaten almost your whole bowl of rabbit stew.

when it's time to go to sleep, you nervously stand in front of him, watching him climb in. he nods at you to follow, opening his arm and making space for you. you hesitantly climb in beside him, squeaking when he pulls you into his chest. despite your head screaming at you to escape while he sleeps, your heart feels a little warm and fuzzy, and you find yourself falling asleep in this strange man's embrace.

the silent stares from opposing corners of the room were deafening. the way he watched you sit, casting fleeting glances around the room at price and gaz. the way your left hand would absentmindedly pick at your right thumbnail.

you adjusted your position in your seat acutely aware of the weight of his lingering gaze on you. as your eyes wandered over to meet his, he quickly glanced away, pretending to focus on price’s presentation.

moments later, his sunken, pitiful eyes found yours again. as he blinked, his warm, brown irises briefly vanished into the abyss of smudged eyeblack he coated his face in.

you wondered what his face looked like without it. what emotions lay hidden underneath this façade.

despite your initial uncertainty, his presence had become a sense of comfort - a quiet reassurance he was always there. knowing he was always watching you, analysing you, protecting you.

you felt a strange thrill knowing each stolen glance between you held a deeper connection that neither of you could quite articulate.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley // Call of Duty MW3

simon riley is a hater through and through. always moaning about something or someone

when someone sits next to him on the bus or train, even though there were plenty of other seats available, he can’t stop his shoulders slumping. a heavy sigh leaving his mouth with a hefty roll of his eyes,

‘for fucks sake’ he mumbles under his breath whilst the person who had the misfortune of taking that seat side-eyes him, clearly uncomfortable

absolutely despises slow walkers and people who stop directly in front of him. has absolutely no shame in shoulder checking people or overtaking them with a quick glare and disapproving shake of his head

Slightly misogynistic, you say? *rubbing hands maliciously*

Calls you little names that could be demeaning in front of the others (little bird, angel, sweet thing, doll.) Will snap at anyone if they dare to hurt you during a damn SPARING SESSION, will leave you behind in missions he commands so you're nice and safe. Laces up your boots for you.

If you ever get together he'll do everything in his power to convince you your place is in the home with his little ones and not a battlefield. Loves you too much to bear the thought of losing you to a bullet.

May become obsessive in his protection.

more more feed me

always triple checking your gear, tugging on your vest straps and harness’ and he doesn’t show anyone else that level of care

you eat away from everyone else, in his office or in his barracks. everyone is happy to sleep separately from you both, not wanting to hear your moans and his degrading words

when you get in trouble, you get marched directly to him. thirty minutes and one locked door later, and you’re stood in front of your victim with your tail between your legs and apology’s spewing from your lips

you didn’t even make it past private before you were knocked up and too sick in the mornings to even get out of bed, luckily for you, simon already had his address on your paperwork :)

More misogynistic ghost you say?

Reader as a sweet new nurse vs. Misogynistic Ghost

Meets reader after getting a hand injury and Price practically forcing him into going to the infirmary. Ghost notices immediately how soft and easily manipulated she is compared to the other more experienced nurses. Calls her "Sweetie" and "sweetheart" in front of the other nurses, knowing that they'd be too scared or put off by him to tell him off or have her do it. Asks her why she's joined the military and why a sweet girl like her isn't someone's wife at home. Eventually convinces (manipulates) her into going on a date with him.

Guilt trips her into change her date night dress because it's too revealing and she's gonna make his job of protecting her against big mean bad men soooo much harder now. Holds the door open for her, pulls her chair out, orders for her because the waiter doesn't "need" to take her order when your husbands right there, pays (of course), and takes her home all while expecting a "reward" for being such a good "husband".

I spoke my mind and drop my mic 🎤 😌

and you know he won’t leave. walks around your house naked and expects you to do the same after he fucks you, thinks wearing clothes around each other is pointless

if you had stingy parents (the type who had money but would never spend it on you. always made you send them money if they bought something for you), he’ll get upset when you offer to send him money for things. shoves any cash you hand him back in your purse

“y’sayin’ I can’t look after yeh? what kind’ve man takes his woman’s money?” he’ll spit. he takes it as a bruise to his ego. he takes it as you saying he can’t afford you. so he’ll drop extra money on you now. adamant on paying for your nails as often as he can or buying you high-end make up even if he doesn’t buy the right shade or type (all he saw was a tube the size of his finger and £49.99 on the tag so he bought two.)

besides, there’s other ways you can pay him back. you can have dinner on the table by the time he gets home from work, you can welcome him home with a nice blowjob under the table whilst he sips an after-dinner beer, you can rub his shoulders and wash his hair for him in the bath or you can keep his cock nice and snug in your cunt when you go to sleep that night <3

but he’ll never take your money

Simon ''Ghost'' Riley being a sweetheart

Reading the comic again so here's a small compilation of Ghost being sweet<3

Friendly reminder that despite the mischaracterization online, Ghost is quite the opposite of cold and mean. This man helped his brother recover from drug abuse and didn't return to the army until he was recovered, kicked his abusive father out of his mother's life, was the best man at his brother's wedding, loved his family, got revenge for his family after they were murdered despite wanting to kill himself, and knows very well how to calm people down, as well as being reassuring to hostages and telling his very difficult story to strangers in order to gain time to save them all.

Just Simon with a cute new recruit. NSFW

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Lieutenant! Simon who: Thought you'd be just another recruit, until he saw that you were such a cute little bird. So obedient and pliable, always listening to what he had to say without refuting it.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Never even looked at any recruit in a different way until you arrived on base. The way you looked at him with sweet little eyes and called him 'Sir' was almost a symphony in his ears.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Loved it when you asked him for help with something on the base, sometimes purposely disappearing with things, only to see you coming after him to find out where that item was.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Made a point of training you, he never let any other superior do it. Not even Johnny. Simon wanted to be solely responsible for your success, or rather, he wanted to be solely responsible for giving you orders. And watching you obey them.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Started glaring daggers at any other soldier who looked at you. Not only that, but any soldier who even spoke to you or flirted with you was magically given a month's worth of hard duties. What a shame ;(

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was in charge of you at the gym, giving you several repetitions of exercises, never passing up an opportunity to put you in some positions that were a bit... Lewd, to say at least. Always keeping a close eye on every exercise you did, his eyes roaming over your body as you knelt down to stand up when you finished a set. The sight always made his pants a little tight.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Always gave you heavy workouts, tiring you to the limit. Just to make sure you'd get tired enough, then he'd have the excuse of helping you to get your bearings. Putting a hand on your lower back. Sometimes even being bold enough to put his hand on your waist, pulling your body against his in an attempt to help you. And if you were really, really tired, he could carry you on his shoulders. No, it wasn't an excuse to stare at your ass and thighs, feeling your body pressed against his. He swore it was just his good intention, he just wanted to help!

Lieutenant! Simon who: Would let you sleep in his room, there was a storm and the base was without power, you didn't want to be alone because you were scared. And he wouldn't let you be alone after learning that you were afraid of thunder, poor thing. That night he wrapped you up in his sheets, pulling you into his lap as he comforted you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Helped you forget the fierce storm outside, pumping his thick fingers into your pussy, slipping in and out of you, scissoring and curving inside you. He made you come once, twice, three times, enough to make you tired and sleep on his lap, in the mess you made on his thighs, and he didn't care. In fact, he was proud to see the mess you'd made, that he'd given you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: After spending one night with you, he refused to sleep in separate rooms, so every night he dragged you to his room, at which point he already considered you his cute little thing. Normally, he would hold you all night with a death grip, so don't even try to escape.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Couldn't sleep peacefully until he'd buried his cock in you. Sleep only came to him after he had slid his thick cock into your wet folds, deep into your tight warmth. Slamming into you without mercy, he swears that his lullaby is your whimpering sounds under him.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was mean to you, used you until he had his fill. It didn't matter if you'd already come for the thousandth time, he didn't care, because he went after his own pleasure, he would pound into you all night if he wanted to.Even if you were whimpering underneath him and saying you couldn't take it anymore, he'd respond with:

“You can and you will.”

Ghost(s)

The Haunting - Season 6 (2024)

You know something I've realized, one of the arms has a TF141 tattoo like Soaps and there's a hat that looks like Gaz's on Ghosts belt.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ evilgwrl presents:

L.T. Simon “Ghost” Riley

The Masterlist

MDNI

Series:

Girl Next Door (Neighbour!Simon):

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

Mini-Series:

You Want a Divorce?: One, Two

One-Shots:

Can You Ride?

Summary: Simon can’t wait to get home

Paris (feat. König)

Summary: You were bored at home so your roommates give you a visit to the Eiffel Tower!

Back Door

Summary: Simon wanted to explore more than just your pussy

Breeding

Summary: Simon needs you pregnant

Drabbles:

Neighbour!Simon Riley

ExHusband!Simon Riley

Massages with Simon

Love at First Sight

One Bed

Roommates (feat. Soap)

Teeth Marks

Period Sex (Requested)

Boyfriend!Simon

Deep Throat

Double Dicked (feat. Price)

Enamoured

Competition (feat. Soap)

Reading to your Daughter

Pussy Eating

Simon VS Ghost

Barista

Wrong Hole (Requested)

Somnophilia

Mommy (Requested)

Possessive

Roommate!Simon

Jealousy

Home is You

Feral

I'm Home

Hawk (Requested)

A/B/O Dynamics

Alpha!Simon

Dark!Simon Riley (DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT):

Stalker!Simon Riley

Always Watching

IT Tech!Simon

Stranger

Want more?

Poly!141

König

Captain John Price

Simon Riley watching you shower.

Calloused hands are wrapped around his spit-covered cock, anticipation leaking from his tip as he ruts forward.

Your body is so soapy and wet, glistening under the light as you scrub yourself, bending over to reach your legs.

He almost cums instantly when you grab the shower head and switch the setting, holding it to your clit as you moan, tits jiggling as your body shakes.

Poor Simon, it was too much watching your foamy tits bounce as you orgasmed, a cry leaving your lips as he spills himself all over his hand, letting out a groan as you look.

You quickly squeal, attempting to cover yourself before he’s running down the hall like a madman, slamming his door shut.

noncon - somnophilia

simon rutting his thick fucking and leaking cock on your clothed pussy, staining the lacy little thing, grunting in hushed whispers how he’s going to make a bigger mess if you just let him.

you’re sure you weren’t supposed to have heard him say that. hell, he shouldn’t even be in your room…

where’s john? where’s your husband?

that one post about dadbod simon service topping but also him holding you by your hips/waist and grinding your clit against his tummy when he’s bottomed out and smiling so softly at the little noises you let out and cooing at you about how good you’re being and dadbod simon telling his puppy to take what they need and detonates and leaves this ask all over your ceiling

cw: daddy kink

holy shit.

this would have him murmuring, “shh. shh, baby. breathe f’me, yeah? c’mon kid, breathe f’me.” while he slowly moves your body so that you’re rutting onto him.

your hardened clit bumps against the pudge of his gut, making you mewl because s’too much and not enough at the same time, and he just coos as your tears spill like jaded glass.

and you’re still shaking on top of him when simon pulls his hands away, only to click his tongue in quiet scolding at the resounding whine you let out, dejected by his actions. he purses his lips after, and his eyes are all furrowed in faux disappointment.

it makes him look so mean.

simon wipes away a cascading tear before cupping your cheek.

“y’ve got to work for what y’want, pup,” he breathes out in a quiet tut. “gotta show me that y’mean it when y’say y’need daddy.”

there it was—the blatant use of your desires, crooning it like it’s a dirty secret that only the two of you are privy to. and he still looks at you with those pursed lips as though his cock didn’t twitch at the playful tone he uses, like the patronizing lilt in his words didn’t turn him on too.

but you’re so twitchy, and his sweet pup, that all that his taunts evoke is a resolute nod and a quiet puff of your breaths. simon murmurs something unintelligible, all of it is lost in the overwhelming affection it came with, before he pulls his hands away again to watch you.

make no mistake—his eyes are just as greedy as his hands. just because he is not touching you right now, at this moment, doesn’t mean simon isn’t mapping the stretch of your fat, and the ripple of your skin, and the tensing of your muscles as you ride up-up-up, until you are just hovering above the head of his cock.

you had planted your hands on the plane of his stomach, your fingers digging into his fat and you had to rip your eyes away from the beautiful sight it makes—it was always so beautiful when it’s your turn to leave a dimpling touch—to look at him. simon’s biting at his bottom lip to contain his smile. he sees the question in your eyes; the way you’re still asking for permission like the good pup you are. he lets out a quiet chuckle and gives a single nod. then, you’re dropping down.

pleasure explodes from within you, your mind pressing against the cages of your skull at the ripping intensity, and simon didn’t need to say more, do more, before you begin to ride him in earnest, using him to chase your orgasm.

he’s offered himself up to you, after all—

oh, what a good daddy he is.

big rough hands under thin cotton nightgown gripping soft plush skin in the early hours of the morning

chemistry teacher soap catches gym teacher simon fucking you in the bathroom during a school dance, tattooed hand over your mouth to muffle the pretty noises you make. he doesn’t think either of you notice, until those dark eyes turn on him, a slight tilt to his head in invitation.

soap decides he has a better way of keeping you quiet, stuffing his cock down your throat, enjoying the way you choke on it and the way simon tugs him forward to lick into his mouth, a hum of approval low in his throat.

Jealous!Ghost does something to me… sorry

He was everywhere, balls slapping heavily against the fat of your ass, your spine nestled into the wall as he fucked into you, cock splitting you open with the desirous intention to ruin you for anyone else.

“You gonna fucking talk to him again, hm?” He spat, licking a stripe of your neck as he held onto your hips, bruising fingers digging litters of marks against your pretty skin.

“N-No Simon,” you whined, hiccuping as he thrusted back into you, his voice menacingly low as he growled low in his chest. Your neck was stained with dark hickies, marks that Ghost needed everyone to see, especially the incapable Soldier who decided that sparring with you was appropriate.

“Fucking slut, ain’t you? My dicks not enough for ye’ or something? Gotta get it from everyone?”

His words shot through you as you choked out a moan, angry tip nudging your sweet spots with a fiery force, heat penetrating through you. His eyes were shot into slits, a possessive glint controlling every movement as he muttered into your neck.

“I see you around him again and I’ll kill ‘em, you hear me?”

You nodded against the wall, lower back aching at the constant pressure of being slammed against it during his fuelled assault against your squelching cunt.

Ghost didn’t say anything after he emptied inside you, guttural groan leaving his lips as he pulled out, dropping you to your feet and leaving in an aggravated hunch, your legs shaking as you tried to squeak out a ‘wait’.

😈

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