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I Wanna Be Yours: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! Reader
Warnings: degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, slight dacryphilia, praise kink
AN: inspired by the Arctic monkeys song mostly towards the end lol. POC inclusive; reader has no specified race :)
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The gentle thumps of Simon’s heart were you favorite lullaby. It was a peaceful afternoon that was spent on the couch in his arms. A show that was long forgotten and eventually muted played on the TV as you listened intently to the stories of his team’s successes and shenanigans. Simon never told stories about being on the field aside from giving context. Other than that, it was a topic that was never brought up or desired. You hummed in almost a dream state while his endless pits for eyes stared back at you.
Though his face was hidden, you could tell that his face was content. Smiling? You weren’t too sure. He put his finger under your chin and gave gentle strokes to your lip, “Can I ask you something?”
You nodded.
“When I’m gone…do you worry?”
“Yes.”
Simon’s body tensed slightly at your immediate response. He wasn’t quite sure how to process such a quick and simple answer to something he never thought was possible. “That so?”
Softly, you repeated, “Yes, Simon. I do worry…”
He pressed, “Why?”
A scoff. “Because I love you. When you love someone, you worry…that’s why I love your stories so much. I love hearing my best friend tell me that through all this shit, he’s still happy. Even if you don’t show it.”
A deafening silence fell over the room. While Simon’s grip on your smaller frame tightened. He loved that, despite you being above the average height for a female, he was still larger than you. You couldn’t say you didn’t agree. It wasn’t everyday that you met someone who you had to look up at to talk too or to be on the receiving end of bear hugs. Simon’s balaclava was lifted to reveal his mouth as he left a small kiss on your forehead, “You’re too good for me, Y/N. I don’t want you to worry.”
You looked up at him right as he’d pulled his mask back down and held the side of his face, not caring if it was uncovered or not, “I don’t let it consume me, Si. I promise. Deep down I always know you’ll come back to me, as I would you.”
He chuckled, “You a poet now? Can’t say I don’t like the idea.”
A gaggle of giggles rang in Simon’s ears, almost making him feel like he was on another world; a heavenly choir in the church of Notre Dame. Soft thighs straddled his own scarred and muscular ones while plus lips pressed themselves against the fabric of his temple, “Good to know…how’re your dreams?”
Simon nodded, “Less, but still shit of course. When I’m with you they seem to be toned down a touch. I get to slit someone’s throat instead of making their head explode.”
You but the inside of your cheek, holding back a smirk, “Shut the fuck up, Simon.”
Your heart fluttered, a dreamy look overtaking your features at his deep, gravely chuckle. Your favorite vibrator. “I’m glad they’ve lessened. Even if it’s temporary. I like being your distraction.”
The large man shifted in his spot, bending a leg up between your thighs and nodding, “Yeah?”
A sly smirk creased the sides of his eyes a bit at the sight of your chest puffing out a bit and your brows upturning. The grip of your hands on his shoulders made his stomach tighten while you let out a small, “M…Mhm..”
Simon rubbed his thumb against your lip again, whispering as his other started to knead and rub your ass, “You my good girl?”
The heat of your face and excitement of anticipation began to make your brain almost shut down in complete submission. Your hips moved in their own as they ground against his thigh, “Yeah…”
SMACK
You yelped and gasped when he held the bottom of your face tightly, “Yeah? I don’t remember you being so disrespectful, love. Answer me properly. Go on.”
The setting sun casted a perfect sparkle in your eyes and lip gloss as your lip trembled from his stinging spanking. “I’m sorry; ye-“
SMACK
Simon leaned back, opening his legs more to ease the discomfort of a throbbing pressure from his pants, “You’re sorry, what?”
You whimpered at the feel of his hand going lower to your throat while he gripped your hip, “Answer me.”
A shaky whimper, “I-…I’m sorry, sir.”
He nodded, “That’s right. I’ll ask you one last time. Are you my good girl?”
The emphasis on my made a pleasurable, damn near orgasm inducing shiver run up your spine as you breathlessly answered, “Yes, sir. I’m all yours. I…I belong to you.”
Simon chuckled, “Yeah?”
You eagerly nodded, a wave of arousal beginning to drip through the thin center of your panties, “Fuck….yes, sir.”
His head lifted itself as his thumb slid its way into your mouth, “Seems to me like you’re expecting something a little more. Isn’t there?”
No longer having the composure to answer clearly, you nodded. The look in your eyes indicated a lustful high that Simon had no choice but to fulfill as you began to squeeze his thigh with your own. He whispered against your ear, “You’re enjoying this quite a bit, love. Maybe you’re more of a cock hungry whore than a good girl, aye?”
You clenched at his dirty taunting, making you furrow your brow and whine. He began to subtly hump his hard erection against the tight fabric of his pants while his hand pressed against your lower back, urging you to start moving again. Your sweet whimpered pants through your nose mixed with the sight of you giving him a pleading look whilst keeping his thumb in your mouth made his heart melt and his cock throb.
Simon continued, starting to lightly pant, “That’s it. You are a dirty whore, aye, love? I can already feel you leaking through my trousers. Ride my leg harder, come on. I know you can.”
Without hesitation, you began a faster pace. Your nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt that covered your body made you drunker off his scent. A rough, teasing friction from your clit rendered you practically stupid from needy desire. You whimpered, “Y-…you’re s-so…hah….so mean…S-Simon.”
He huskily challenged, “Hmph. yeah? Do you like that, you fuckin sket?”
You could only nod, “Fffuck…I-…mmm, I like it…c-can you be worse? Please?”
Simon groaned at your soft hand gently squeezing and massaging his large bulge while your other hand left his shoulder to lift your shirt up and reveal your hardened nipples and heated tits. He was at the edge of treating you nicely, but figured one more tease wouldn’t hurt.
He huffed and tossed you onto the couch before standing and walking into the hallway. You furrowed your brow at the sudden change in atmosphere, “S-Simon…? Simon?! Did I say something?!”
Panicked you’d somehow triggered him, you scrambled up and speed walked to the hallway, “Baby, are you oka-“
Half way into the hallway, you gasped as a hand slapped itself over your mouth while your feet were lifted off the floor. Your heart pounded in excitement while Simon lowly warned in your ear, “I’m doing just fine, love. You won’t be once I’m done with you, though.”
You widened your eyes as he brought you into the bedroom and locked the door. He dropped you on the mattress and forced himself between your legs before you could wiggle into a comfortable position. He held your neck and gave one powerful thrust through his pants, “You think you deserve to be fucked so soon, you fuckin slag?”
A loud moan escaped your mouth before trying to answer him, “Y-yes, sir!!”
He huffed, leaning close to your ear, “Why’s that?”
Overwhelming tears of anticipation and hunger dripped from your eyes as you whimpered, “Because…I’ve waited s-so long for you…sir!”
“Mmm,” he mused as his now cold, bare hand slid under your shirt to pinch and play with your hardening nipples, “good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”
His other hand squeezed your neck, “You like being treated like shit though, don’t you? That’s not what good girls do.”
You furrowed your brow and ground your hips against his bulge, whining out, “Fuck, Simon, please! Please, I want you to use me!!”
“Use you? Hah. You really are a fucking slag. Get on all fours, before I slap you into next year.”
As you hurried onto your knees and elbows, Simon began to rub your bare ass, muttering, “Filthy cunt. I bet when I’m gone this is all your stupid little brain can think about, hm?”
You whimpered, peeking over your shoulder as the jingling from his belt buckle made your walls clench and stomach tighten. The heat in your cheeks rose to the point of dizziness at how he’d read you like a book. You yelped as a loud smack rang through the room, “Answer me.”
“Hah! Y-yes! Yes, I do!”
Simon’s skin burned in arousing agony watching you squirm and beg for him. Your arousal dripped from your cunt and down your thighs making you grip the sheets tightly. You’re embarrassment only made you dumber for his cock and that’s exactly how he loved seeing you.
His jaw clenched while his leaking, throbbing tip ground and prodded at your weeping cunt. You panted, “S-SimAH~!!”
You moaned out as he finally thrusted himself into you, going until his stomach was pressed right up against your stinging ass. He shoved two fingers into your mouth while he gripped your side as you squirmed at the stretch. It felt so good to be so full of him like this, yet it still hurt to adjust. “Don’t you fucking run away from me. You can take it. I know you can.”
He licked your spine all the way up to the side of your neck; peppering your shoulder and neck with sloppy, wet kisses before biting your earlobe and beginning a hard, steady pace. You whimpered and moaned while your tongue danced between the spaces of his fingers, getting wetter at the feel of your warm saliva dripping down your chin and throat.
Simon stared at you, encompassed by the sinfully angelic sight of you succumbing to pure sin and lust. After being gone for so long, the sight of you made him feel like he was a demon who’d stolen a pure angel from heaven. But no punishment was going to come close to stopping him from ravaging and marking you as his and his alone forever.
Your moans and muffled begs for more made him snake his hand around your side to your breasts, kneading and squeezing them like they were his saving grace after a harsh battle. A blissful, beautiful distraction. He panted into your ear as he went faster, feeling his high teasing him as he played with your most vulnerable spot, “I love you. I love you so much, my love. Fuck…fuuckk that’s it, take me in like you always have. That’s fucking it, good girl.”
The wetness of his fingers coated your nipples before wrapping them around your throat, “Say it back, love. Come on, my sweet girl. Do it for me.”
You whimpered and wheezed a bit as he gripped your neck, “I-….Hmmm ffffuuckkk I love you, Simon. I love you so much baby, I love you!! I love you I love you!”
Simon gave a deep groan and whimpered in your ear. Your words made his dick twitch and his own made your walls clench tightly around him, ��Sh-…shit. Shit…ugh, say it again. Say my fucking name again, Y/N, say it.”
Your eyes rolled back as you gripped and clawed at his wrist and swallowed, “Fuck me, Simon. I wanna be your fuck toy, Simon! I’m all yours! Mmmm, my sweet husband, I’m all yours. All fucking yours, Simon Riley!”
His moans and groans sent you over the edge as he held you as close to him as he could, making you give a silent scream of pleasure from your orgasm coating his dick and dripping down his balls. While the two of you caught your breath, Simon’s head rang with your words. Specifically the title of ‘my sweet husband’.
The two of you had never talked about marriage as he didn’t want to give any potential threats incentive to hurt you out of spite for him or his team. But fuck, it filled his heart with pure joy, pride, and a primal need to protect you for as long as he stood on this earth.
While the Simon bathed you in a tub full of bubbles and scattered flower petals, you thought of the same comment. It sent butterflies through your stomach and a childish giddiness through your body. While Simon kissed and rinsed your body, you quietly spoke, “About um…that husband comment…I know we haven’t talked about it. I’m sorry if I-“
“That’ll do, my love. Don’t apologize. I didn’t mind it.”
You turned to look at him and gave a hopeful smile with cartoon-like sparkles in your eyes, “Really?”
He stared at you, his thumb and index finger holding your chin, “Really. I’m sorry I can’t marry you right now…but you’ll always be my wife in my eyes.”
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and a burning sting invaded your nostrils. With a small adjustment to his already lifted mask, he planted a passionate, loving kiss on your lips. Your hands cupped his cheeks, reciprocating his pure love and adoration for you. Your foreheads pressed together while you whispered, “I love you, Simon.”
Simon gave a rare but small grin, “I love you too.”
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