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callofdelulu · 6 days ago

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simon riley is simon fucking riley.

why would he need a secretary?

it was price's idea to put up the "help wanted" sign, even though simon never agreed to it. he was completely capable of going through life "assistantless", he had made it this far, hadn't he?

but the way you greeted him, placed your manicured hand out for him to envelop it with his, was something he wasn't prepared for in the slightest. simon found himself whispering your name to himself as he walked to lunch, stapled papers, shaving his face.

you were a phenomenon to him, a spiritual experience that he just didn't recognize yet. and even though he was slowly coming around to this whole thing, the truth was, he'd always be a bitter man.

"sir, I was placed here for your benefit. trust me when I say, whatever you ask of me, I will do-"

"I don't need your fuckin' help, y'hear me?" simon would respond with a bite, even though his words only encouraged your crush more.

and his eyes spoke words his mouth couldn't. they casually wandered down the length of your body, and he took it upon himself to memorize the sight of you. sitting, standing, bending over.

how could he not? the way your plump ass sat in that stupidly tight skirt, how the buttons lining your polo were just seconds away from flying across the room with the help of your black push up bra, it was just too much for him.

every single morning, without fail, you waltzed right into his office. his space, unsolicited. carrying your unnecessarily large purse and an iced coffee, your soft voice rang and bounced off the four walls, "good morning, sir."

you might as well just bow down to him while your at it, with all that sweet talk you give to simon, all the shy little nods and waves you bid him throughout the day, and he ate it right up.

"I finished the spreadsheets you asked me to compartmentalize. will that be all for today?" you'd say, leaning over his mahogany desk as your cleavage spills out of your top. simon was about to lose his cool.

"that'll be all, luv." he cooly spoke over his computer, trying to regain his composure.

it wasn't until a few days later, when you were struggling to put a stack of files on the top shelf, that simon's self control went out the window. he watched as you stood on your tiptoes, losing balance trying to place the items. and he couldn't help but come up behind you, placing a large palm on the small of your back to steady you.

a small gasp came from your throat at the gesture, "easy, luv, just me." he whispered back.

simon was so close, close enough to the point where you could study his face, watching his eyes squint at the effortless reach it took for him to stack the files.

the eye contact alone led your mind astray, and as his hand drifted away from your back to the fat of your hip, your eyes fluttered down to his lips, then neck, then shoulders.

that was all it took. what started as a something simon hated became something he lived for. the hand around your hip pulled you closer to him as the other cradled your face.

"tell me to stop." he whispered, nose rubbing against your own, causing your eyes to flutter shut.

you smiled at the outrageous thought.

"never."

simon's lips crashed against yours in an instant, a clash of teeth and tongue, slow licks and harsh nips were quickly causing your legs to give out beneath you.

he picked you up instantly, "mm, I gotcha,"

that's how you found yourself laid all pretty on his desk, legs up on his shoulders. the slight curve of his dick and veins you could feel with every nerve in your body only created shudders.

"mmhmm, mm, y-you don't hate me?"

you said, interrupting the lewd sounds of him slamming into you, the squelch of the two of you joining made you tighten around him.

"fuck, no. no, don't hate you, lovey,"

and of course, simon being the pussydrunk that he is would casually slip this in,

"love you, fucking love you."

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callofdelulu · 6 days ago

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Keegan's Girl FINAL Chapter 5

Summary: Y/N was Keegan’s girl. Until she wasn’t. The team would never be the same, and Ghost respected that. But after years of trauma, pain, grief and loneliness, he still never stopped loving her. Is it too late? Or wrong? Or is it just right?

**Keegan x reader **Konig x reader **Ghost x reader

Warnings: major character death; mentions of death; grief; depression; smut; language

Previous chapter

Simon felt like he was walking on cloud nine. Their first week in Edinburgh was wrapping up, and he had enjoyed walking down the ancient cobblestone streets with Y/N, showing her the sites and sounds of the city. She seemed to mostly enjoy the quieter spots, the little hole in the wall book shops and cafes that littered the streets, but she liked going to late night concerts in the pubs and people watching in the shopping centers as well. Yet even with how much they had fun, he could feel her keeping herself at an arm’s length from him emotionally. They shared a bed at the hotel they stayed in, but nothing physical had happened between them other than kissing. He was a perfect gentleman otherwise, never pushing for more since he knew that it would take her time to fully open up to him. But he couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong.

They got back to the hotel after another dinner date, and as she toed her shoes off and set her bag down Simon drummed up the courage to ask. “Y/N?” he said quietly. She hung up her coat and turned to look at him expectantly. “Can we talk about something?” he asked, dreading the conversation.

“Oh dear, this sounds serious,” Y/N said with a huff of a laugh, though the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“I’m not trying to put a damper on our trip, I’m just…I feel like…” he sighed heavily and sat on the bed. “Are you okay?”

“Okay as in what exactly?” she asked, sitting across from him.

Simon swallowed thickly. “I feel like you’re keeping a wall up with me,” he admitted. “Which I expected and understand, but if you’re not feeling ready for…I don’t know, doing this with me–”

She sighed, her head slightly falling forward. “No, you’re right. I have been keeping myself guarded,” she said, sounding exasperated with herself. She kept her eyes on the bed spread, her fingers picking at the pattern embroidered into the comforter. “I haven’t gone on any dates or had any relationships since Keegan died. Everything with King was purely physical, just using each other to scratch an itch.” Simon bristled at the mention of Konig, but fought down his jealousy and kept his face neutral. “So coming here with you, I was excited, and I have had a lot of fun, but I’m afraid of fucking it up somehow. I’m not the same person you knew three years ago,” she said, glancing up at him. “I’m broken. I don’t know how to do this anymore. And as much as I want to try with you, and I do care about you, and find you ridiculously attractive, I’m…scared,” she confessed, quickly swiping away an errant tear. “What if I can’t give you the love you deserve?”

Simon frowned and scooted closer to her. “Y/N, I’ve loved you for years. For who you were then, and for who you are now. Like I said before, I don’t expect you to say you love me right away. All I want is for you to give us a chance.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek slowly before pressing his forehead against hers. “Open yourself up, love. Let me love you, or at least let me try.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered across his face. She blinked back tears, sniffing lightly before smiling softly at him. “I’ll try,” she whispered.

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2 months later

Simon and Y/N were still on vacation. Captain Price had let him have an extended leave from base, and he was taking full advantage of it. After they’d gotten home from Edinburgh he’d stayed with her off base. They still went out on a lot of dates, cuddled in her bed every night, and their kisses turned into makeout sessions that were getting increasingly heated and handsy. She had been true to her word in opening herself up to him more, talking to him when she was having a bad day rather than hiding it from him, grieving in front of him when the anniversary of Keegan’s death came again, and overall trying to be more open and honest with him.

She came home from another Friday at the clinic and kissed him before going to take a quick shower. He finished making dinner by the time she got out, but was surprised to turn around and see her in only a robe as he plated everything. “Oh, uh, hey love,” he said with a smirk.

“Hey,” she smirked back at him as she approached. She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss her again, but this time she kissed him deeply, her tongue sneaking out to lick at his lips. Simon groaned and opened his mouth to her, tasting her back. She kept kissing him, the heat between them rising as her hands slid up his chest.

“Love, mmh,” he hummed. “Dinner?”

Y/N giggled then pulled away. “Smells good, what did you make me?”

“Lasagna soup,” he said, pulling her chair out for her.

“Such a gentleman,” she said happily as she sat down. He served her the food and they both ate and talked for a while. Y/N seemed more chipper than usual today, and he couldn’t help but feed giddy at getting to see her smile and laugh more freely. Her robe kept opening wider on her chest, revealing more of her cleavage and teasing him in a test of chivalry to not stare. When they finished he quickly cleaned up as she went to the couch to relax, then joined her. The second he sat down she climbed into his lap, straddling him and looping her arms behind his neck. Her robe started to pull apart again, threatening to show herself completely to him, then she leaned in and started kissing him again, picking up where they left off earlier.

Simon could feel himself hardening fast in his pants, keeping his hands safely on her hips to ground himself from wandering. But Y/N seemed to be pushing him further tonight than usual, the kiss all tongue and teeth, her fingers running through his hair as she moaned into his mouth. She started to grind her hips over his lap, and he could feel the drag of her naked core on his pants. His hold on her hips tightened, and he groaned again.

“Y/N,” he said, pulling away to gasp for air and look at her. “W-What are you doing, love?”

Y/N smiled coyly at him, cupping his face in her hands. “You know what I was thinking about all day today?”

“What?” he asked, unsure of where this was going.

“You,” she said simply. “All I could think about was how much I wanted to come home and see you. And it made me realize how much I trust you, and care for you, and like you. Then I realized…I love you,” she sighed, her smile softening as she looked at him.

Simon could feel the surprised look on his face as he stared at her. “You…you love me?” he asked dumbly. She nodded. “Y/N…are you sure? I mean, we’ve only been going out for a few months and I don’t want you to feel rushed or pressured into–”

“Simon Riley,” she said a little louder, her eyebrows raising in warning. “I love you. I do not feel pressured or rushed. I know I said I was scared at the beginning, but you’re my best friend, the one person I can talk to about anything and everything and you won’t judge me. And like you said, you have loved me through every stage of my life since we met. Not even my mother can say that,” she laughed, making him laugh with her. “I love you, Si. And I want to move forward with you.”

He felt his entire body relax at her words. It was like some kind of string had been pulled tight on his nerves since their first kiss, where he had felt the need to tread carefully for her feelings and previous loss. But hearing her say those three special words, and seeing her really mean it, felt like something snipped that string and he could now fully love her the way he wanted to. He closed his eyes and sighed, his hands on her hips squeezing again. “I love you,” he whispered.

Her thumbs caressed along his cheekbones and he felt her nuzzle his nose. “Now can we get back to the kissing, and maybe a little more touching, and then…” she grabbed his right wrist and moved his hand to the belt of the robe. “If you’re feeling up to it, a little love making?”

Simon’s eyes shot open, looking at his fingers wrapped around the belt then up to her face. Her smug, coy smile was back, her eyes swirling with something mischievous and hungry. He let out a sharp breath, his mouth agape and his brow furrowed up in the middle as the desire he’d been holding back flooded his body. “Fuck yes,” he huffed, then held her by the back of the neck with his other hand and smashed her lips back onto his mouth. Y/N let out a surprised sound that quickly turned into a loud moan. Simon instantly pulled the belt of her robe apart, letting it hang loose around her. He pulled away to look at her and let out a low whine in his throat. “Jesus, love, look at you,” he breathed. “Pretty girl.”

Y/N smiled, this time a little bashfully, letting her arms stay at her sides as his hands moved to touch her stomach, then slowly slid up toward the skin under her breasts. He looked her in the eyes again, and she nodded permission. He smirked then moved his hands up to cup her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples. They hardened quickly under his touch, and she arched her back into his hands, a whimper falling from her lips. Simon’s breathing got heavier, and he leaned in to kiss her breasts, licking at her nipples and then sucking them into his mouth.

He couldn’t quite believe this was happening as his hips pushed up into her, a steady stream of grunts and short moans in his throat vibrating into the skin of her breasts. Her hips picked up their earlier pace grinding into his crotch, her hands moving to hold herself up on his knees to keep her back arched and her chest in his face. “Si,” she sighed at a particularly harsh suck on her right nipple.

Simon wasn’t sure what happened, but something about the way she dreamily said his name like that made him snap. He hummed then lifted her and himself off the couch. She squealed as he manhandled and carried her to her bedroom. He set her on her feet when they reached her bed and pulled her robe completely off, throwing it off to the side. Her fingers reached up and started to pull at his shirt, and he smirked as he tugged it off of himself then did the same quickly with his pants and underwear. Her eyes widened as she looked him up and down, her mouth dropping open slightly as she stared at his cock. “Like what you see, love?” he asked teasingly.

“Yes,” she answered immediately.

He smugly smiled then kissed her deeply before guiding her up onto the bed, following her down until he hovered over her, his knees keeping her legs spread wide apart. He continued kissing across her face then down her neck, sucking at her throat, her collar bones and her shoulders as his hands felt all over her body. He humped her, his cock sliding between her pussy lips that were already dripping wet. Every time the tip of his cock would slide over her clit she would gasp or whimper, her hips trying to rub up against him more.

“Si, Si please,” she begged, her hands feeling up and down his back, slightly pulling him into her more.

Her desperate pleas made his hips tremble. “You want me already, love?” he asked teasingly. “I wanna touch you, taste you, have you taste me, but you want me inside you now?”

“Yes, please!” she whimpered. “Let me feel you, Si. Let me feel your pretty, fat cock, please? Please, handsome, please?”

He shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Okay, love,” he huffed. “Whatever you want. But next time I will have my way with you, you hear me?” She nodded frantically, her legs hiking up over his hips and her ankles hooking behind him. Simon looked down at himself, aiming his hips carefully until he could feel the tip of his cock nudge at her pussy. “Say it again,” he said, looking back up at her.

“W-What?” Y/N stuttered, looking perplexed.

“Say you love me again,” he said.

She smiled softly. “I love you,” she whispered.

“Again,” he commanded. He slowly pushed the tip inside her, and she gasped.

“I l-l-love you,” she moaned, her head wrenching back as he pushed further in.

“Again,” he groaned, almost all the way in. She felt like a warm, wet heaven, her pussy welcoming him inch by inch.

Her breath hitched and her ankles moved to his ass, pulling him all the way in with one jerk. He nearly choked, his head falling into the crook of her neck. “I love you,” she said lowly into his ear. “I love you, Si. God, I love you.”

“I love you,” he said, his voice muffled into her neck. He experimentally rolled his hips, and she rewarded him with a deep groan. He was already so close, he was angry with himself for it. It had been a long time since he’d last done this with anyone, but now that he had the chance to be with her he didn’t want it to end too soon. Her pussy fluttered around him, and he took comfort in knowing that she was close, too. “Fuck, love, I don’t know if I can hold out,” he admitted, kissing up to her ear. “You feel so perfect.”

“That’s okay,” Y/N said, her voice coming out shaky. “Just fuck me, handsome.”

Simon huffed a laugh then shifted on his knees. He dug an arm under neck and then started a slow and steady pace thrusting in and out of her. Y/N’s mouth dropped open, her eyes shutting tight as she shuddered with his movements. His free hand felt over her breasts, flicking her nipples and pinching them, then down her stomach to her pussy. His fingers found her clit, and he started quick circles on it, fucking deeper and faster int her. Y/N loudly whimpered, her hips shaking beneath him as her fingers dug into his back. “That’s it, Y/N, my god, you’re amazing,” he moaned. Her pussy squeezed him, making him shiver hard. “Ugh, you gonna cum, love?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, her eyes hooded and a cock drunk look on her face.

“Can I cum inside you?” he asked, feeling his release building up fast.

“Please,” she nodded. “Please fill me up!”

Simon smirked. “Yes ma’am,” he chuckled darkly, then started pounding into her as his fingers flicked at her clit fast.

Y/N stiffened, her body freezing for a moment, then she let out a guttural scream, her entire body shaking as her orgasm washed over her. The way her pussy squeezed him made him buckle, and his last shred of decency flew out the window as she triggered his release. He groaned and whimpered loudly as he finished, the aftershock pulses of her orgasm prolonging his orgasm longer than usual, filling her up and repeatedly fucking it into her until he could feel himself drip down from her to his balls.

She shuddered when he finally stopped moving, her arms behind his back squeezing him tight in a hug. “Si,” she breathed, kissing him lazily. “I love you…shit, you feel so good,” she smiled.

Simon chuckled breathily. “Says the pretty girl with the perfect pussy,” he teased. He kissed her again, rolling over to his side to keep holding her and kissing all over her face. “Thank you, for trusting me. For loving me,” he said.

Y/N met his gaze, giving him a soft smile. “Thank you for loving me,” she said.

He smiled back at her, then gently lifted his necklace with Keegan’s ring and kissed it before laying it back down on her chest. “Always, love.”

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Cry Baby | 1.4k words (gawd damn), 18+ mdni, smut with a little plot, dacryphilia, daddy kink

Simon Riley is used to making people cry.

Whether it be from heartbreak, his tall and muscular build in addition to the mask scaring children, from being too blunt, cursing men & women out, making them feel too good when he’s stuffed them full of his cock— he was used to the tears.

But you, you were an anomaly.

Sometimes you’d cry when Simon was being too mean, cry over a good movie— tears would brim to your lashes when he’d kiss you after you two would make up because you were stupid in love with the brute. But sometimes you’d hold it. A trait that Simon hated because it was like he was dealing with a different person.

He knew you were off when the two of you went shopping (for your closet of course) and you didn’t say much except ‘I like whatever you like Si.’ You’d be in and out of conversation, ‘hm?’ and ‘what’d ya say?’ constantly leaving your mouth. He’d already known you we’re past your limit, but you wouldn’t say a word. Usually by the first or second day you’d fess up on your own, voice horse, gripping at his shirt, big brown eyes averting his own because you were too embarrassed. ‘can we- can we talk? just for a bit?’

His cute princess.

But now, a week had passed. He expected to hear those heart aching sobs after he heard you telling off your younger German shepherd, Fish (yes, Fish) to ‘let go’ and ‘it’s mine, Fish!’ He’d found the dog with your favorite worn out sweater, now ripped and tattered, in his mouth as he laid on the couch. Not a peep came from your lips. So the man was forced to push you to talk. Not an issue. He’d done it before.

“Got somethin’ y’wanna say t’me?”

You glanced over at the older man. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest and looking at you dead on. You shifted on your feet. You hated when he stared, it was like he was reading you like a book and tarring out the pages for good keeping.

You went back to getting the dog food ready for their last meal of the day, “nope.”

Stubborn. Simon found it funny sometimes when you picked up some of his traits, that included that stubbornness that popped out when you were agitated. But you weren’t supposed to be like Daddy, no, you’re supposed to be better. Simon would make you better.

“Don’t be hard headed swee’ art. Y’know better.”

He’d practically pushed you into a corner with his words alone. It wasn’t just intimidation, it was a clear warning. You needed out. So you spoke whatever words were at the forefront of your mind.

“Then I just don’t have anythin to say to you.”

The man was dumbfounded, head tilting to the side in awe. He didn’t expect that answer of all things and you casually went to go feed the dogs like you hadn’t said anything. A deep chuckle fills the silent walls of the kitchen.

Cute little thing. Loveable thing. His babygirl.

You didn’t wanna cry? Didn’t wanna talk? Fine.

Simon would fuck it out of you.

“Wait- hmph- w-wait Daddy I don’t-“

“Y’talk now? Thaaa’s a shocker.”

“No- I- s’tooooo much Daddy! I don’t like it like-nnnggh this!”

Simon rolled his eyes, of course you didn’t like it. It was when you felt undeniable, inescapable pleasure. He’d have you in a headlock, all of his weight completely pressed against you, rolling his hips as his girth stretched out your sweet pink walls. The room was completely filled with your moans and the smacking of his balls hitting your ass as he bottomed out with each stroke.

How many times had you cum already?

It didn’t fucking matter if tears weren’t coming out yet. And he wasn’t just aiming for those regular small ‘feel good’ tears, he needed those belligerent sobs that made your throat hurt. The blonde liked to call it ‘regulating emotions.’ When you couldn’t do it yourself of course Daddy would help. What else was he there for?

Your eyes were at the back of your skull, long manicured nails clawing at his arm and trying to get ahold of yourself. You felt delirious and you’d only cum twice but Simon kept pushing you like he wanted something out of you. The truth, you shook your head at your own thoughts. No way, you were fine. This was— god, the bastard, the ghost himself was dragging himself in and out of you, in and out, harsh and slow. Just so you could hear the squelching of your sopping cunt and get you completely embarrassed and moaning at the sound.

“Si- let’s- a break— mmmgghhh- we- oh fuck daddy- break? annngh p-please?” You whined out.

“ ‘Nd why would y’need a break when you’ve been a lazy fuckin bitch this whole time?”

A military man who could lie in an instant.

He hadn’t told you to do a single thing tonight but he needed a reaction out of you. He scuffed, pulling his strawberry red dick out of you with a loud ‘pop’ and turning you on your side. Throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and straddling your other thigh. He slapped his aching tip on your drenched hole, there you were clenching over nothing.

“Didn’t wanna talk this whole time but now ya got shit to say.” Simon slammed every fucking inch of him inside of your oh-so tight cunt making him throw his head back. “The fuckin nerve of ya.”

“I- wait-“

“-Thought ya were my good girl, but you’re just a stupid slut for daddy’s cock.”

A hiccup.

He looked down at your pretty face and- oh. there it was. There it fuckin was. That sickeningly adorable trembling pout on your two tone lips, real tears spilling out of your eye ducts and meeting the pillow as he repeatedly slammed into your gushing walls. Was it sick for him to crave it? Yes. But the big guy couldn’t help himself, he loved seeing pretty girls cry for him. Even better when he had a good reason to get it out of you. You felt the knots in your stomach building, even worse as Simon pressed a hand on your stomach as his dick poked out. A string of grumbled curses leaving his mouth at the feel of it.

You gasped, pushing at his abdomen, “Daddy nooo- it’s really too much! I- I-”

“—Nuh-uh. Stop fightin it and give it t’me. Give. It. To. Me.”

Your orgasm was harshly yanked out of you, screaming at the top of your lungs— thank fuck you two lived in the middle of the woods. You’d finally let that week old sob out of your throat, fat salty tears spilling out at everything because you really did feel everything at the moment. All the sadness was now washing over you like a wave mixed along with the high of cumming. An insane combination.

“Therrrre you go pup. Creaming all over me, all while bein so. damn. pretty. Want my cum baby girl? Hmm? Shit baby, you wanna feel full with Daddy?”

You couldn’t even find your words, just pulling at his hips to feel him deeper inside you. And it was so warm, so- loving when he came inside you, Simon making sure you took every drop till you couldn’t anymore. He cupped your face in his big hands, wiping away the tears that continued to fall. So fuckin cute. He’d sit you up, still on his cock of course, leaning back with his propped up arms and peering down at you.

“Gonna tell me what’s wrong or it’s still not for your Daddy t’hear?”

You sniffed, big brown puppy dog eyes looking up at the man full of scars.

“E-everyone-“ you let out a shaky breath, “everyone’s so damn mean Si.”

And you went on and on about your completely shitty week, from your job, to missing the train right when you needed it to Fish ripping apart your favorite fucking sweater. And Simon was there, attentive but silent, listening to every word uttered. Wiping away the stray tears with a thumb and pinching your cheek. His silly girl, adorable princess. Held it in for nothing, as if he wouldn’t be there to comfort you. Silly, silly girl. He’d fix that too, but for now—

“Want me t’take care of ya? Hm lovie?” His lips met yours, fitting the two like a missing puzzle piece. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing the blonde man closer and pressing yourself against him. You didn’t say a word. You didn’t have to.

He snickered against your lips, “Course ya do, baby, course ya fuckin do.”

a/n: kinda on Simon kick. Also the gaggery of my last post about him. Thank you guys so much. You probably won’t read this again but reading while listening to Cry Baby by SZA or Janis Joplin>>>

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