#(riley)

Riley w Simon !!

simon was sick for it. corrupt and immoral, downright sinful. it was possibly the worst thing he's done, but not the worst, sickening thing in his mind.

you, poor, unsuspecting you, were being watched. not through placed, hidden cameras. not through the small slits in your blinds, or front across the neighborhood.

you, innocent you, were being watched through your own cameras. the ones you refused to cover up with tape on your laptop, the one you take pictures with. the one you complain about not working, taking it to get repaired just to be turned away when it suddenly works again.

you figured it was because it was old, though not more than a few years. really, it was just because simon was watching you.

and he's been watching you for a while.

he just can't help himself. with the knowledge of programming and computers from his time in the military, he uses it to his advantage to keep an eye on his favorite girl, without your knowledge, of course.

he doesn't remember when his obsession with you came to be. maybe when it was when he caught sight of you taking out your trash one morning, deciding almost immediately that you had to be his.

it started simple. getting your number to gain access to your devices, then your phone camera, then laptop, and lastly, security cameras around your house you use when you need house sitters.

it spiraled soon after. he spent nearly every waking moment watching you, almost mirroring your routine in obsession. like you two were experiencing the day together.

when you slept, he di,d too. when you ate, he prepared meals (bonus points if he plays the 'i cooked too much food, here's some' card) and ate, too. when you showered, he watched with aching boner.

when you delve your fingers into your tight cunt, moaning with syrupy sweet sounds, he jerked his cock. head thrown back as he tried to imagine his rough, calloused hands as yours. it didn't quite work.

he watched you live life, and experienced it with you on the other side.

maybe one day you'll take notice to the man on the other side of your camera, and his filthy, debauched antics. a true recluse you've turned him into.

maybe one of those meals will end up being laced with a little something so he can finally claim you as his.

but for now, he's content with watching from afar with busying himself with finding out how to gain access to your car's remote app.

CONNOR STORRIE as LIAM HAUSER Riley (2023) dir. Benjamin Howard

simon ‘ghost’ riley is the only one who will stick up for price’s beloved secretary, pt.3

(part one, part two)

The burns healed well, and quickly.

A few red marks, sensitive to the touch for only a few days, then it disappeared thankfully.

However, what hasn’t disappeared, is the growing tension between yourself and the one and only Simon Riley.

I mean of course things are going to be awkward since he saw you sat in your bra—

But this feels more personal than just ‘awkwardness’.

Youve even caught him staring a few times.

It always starts the same way, that feeling of being looked at, then when you turn to face him, his gaze is immediately averted and he pretends nothing happened.

You thought it would’ve been a one time thing.. or just something that lingered for a week or two.

But no,

It’s now been a whole month of small talk and awkward interactions at the coffee station.

And it’s always Simon making a comment telling you not to get it spilled on your shirt again.

Which you can’t help but laugh at, even when it gets repetitive.

It stays this way until one night..

It’s late, very late.

You decided to put in some overtime, because of course Price chose to suddenly dump a bunch of files on your desk for you to sort through—

Due fucking tomorrow.

And you’re already exhausted from a whole day of meetings with Laswell and making sure he doesn’t mess anything up.

It also turns out that on this same day, Simon was staying too.

You’re in the middle of reading, the silence in the office feels eerily comforting at this time.

But it’s interrupted by the thuds of heavy footsteps, you don’t even have to look up to know who it is.

Simon stops right in front of your desk, hands low on his hips. And his crotch right in your eye line.

Before he notices how flustered you are, your eyes dart up to meet his through the mask.

“Price has you doin’ even more work?”

His voice is hoarse, likely from yelling at recruits all day. But god is it hot..

You give him a polite smile and nod, grabbing another piece of paper from the pile as you begin to speak—

“Yeah.. I don’t know how long I’ll be here for”

Simon smirks as you roll your eyes, he knows this is the last thing you want to do on a Friday evening.

All his does his hum back, and begins to turn around to walk away.

Classic Simon.

He always does this, leaves the moment he knows you want more.

Normally you just let him leave, you’re not a chaser, right..?

Well, guess things have changed tonight. Because for some reason you find yourself calling his name before standing up from your seat.

He looks back over his shoulder,

“Do you mind helping me? There’s.. quite a lot.” You look down at the pile to try and emphasise your point.

Simon pauses for one moment, even surprised himself. But what kind of man is he if he says no to a woman who needs help?

And not just any woman— it’s you.

“mhm, sure luv”

You try to ignore the pet names, but the sudden feeling between your thighs reminds you just how much Simon affects you.

About an hour later, the files had finally been done.

At first it was quiet, sort of awkward with the underlying tension.

But now, the conversation is thankfully beginning to set off—

“.. and then I heard Soap telling Gaz about what happened in the break room last month.. yknow the coffee thing?”

Yes.. you’re rambling. But Simon doesn’t mind, not one bit.

He nods along to make sure you know he’s listening, now leaning back in his seat with arms folded loosely.

“hm… ye’ i wouldn’t forget that”

“Well anyway, then Soap began to whisper about it. I think he realised I could literally hear them clear as day.. and then Gaz started to smirk and agree with whatever was going on.”

You take a bit of a breath and continue,

“So basically, Soap thinks that there’s something going on between us.” You don’t realise how blunt that sounds until the words leave your mouth.

Simon just shrugs nonchalantly, and you’re shocked by what he says next..

“Well, he’s not exactly wrong hm?”

You genuinely have no response, which causes him to smirk once more.

When you’ve gathered your thoughts, Simon speaks before you can.

“Unless I’ve been overthinkin’ it.”

You immediately shake your head, probably too eagerly.

“No.. no, I mean. I just didn’t know that you thought it was like that.”

“Why wouldnt I?”

“Well.. you’re a bit well known for not having feelings..”

Now that causes a gruff chuckle to leave him, much to your surprise.

“I s’pose yur right.”

It’s silent after that. Not anything bad, not at all.

It’s a comfortable silence, like a break for both of you to think how to word whatever’s coming next.

“So.. what is it that you’ve been feeling exactly?” Your curiosity gets the better of you, you need to know whether he’s thinking of this in the same way that you are..

“Well, all I know is that I struggle not ta think bout you bent over this desk righ’ now.”

The wetness in your panties is even shocking you now, you don’t know what to say..

Simon is never usually this bold, but you can’t help but love it—

“I.. wow”

Next thing you know, you’re sat on top of your desk, Price’s files scattered and forgotten about, with Simon’s lips on yours.

He stands between your open legs, causing your skirt to ride up much higher then you would usually allow—

One of Simon’s large gloved hands rests at the back of you head, helping you tilt it up to meet him.

The kiss starts off slow, but you gain confidence rather quickly.

Your arms rest on his broad shoulders, and your tongue makes its way to his.

Simon’s other hand moves down your waist to quickly scoop under your ass and lift you up.

You’re taken by surprise, and as you let out a quick high pitched noise; your legs automatically wrap around his torso.

You wish that you could see his full face, but you understand his boundaries and are grateful that he’s even trusted you enough to lift it to just below his nose.

And luckily, that gives you enough space to plant long kisses along his sharp jawline and neck.

Specifically his pulse point.

His hand begins to creep underneath your blouse—

Just against your lower back and it causes an involuntary shiver.

“this alrigh’?” he mumbles quickly, and you hum in approval.

The tent in his cargos is also undeniable now, and you both know it.

But nobody wants to break apart long enough to say anything about it.

Suddenly one of the doors to the office bursts open.. but none of you are paying enough attention to hear it.

Well, Simon does. But he doesn’t want to stop.

Then a loud cough is finally what captures your attention.

You pull back and look over Simon’s shoulder to see, Captain Price.

“What happened to those files I gave to you, y/n?”

His tone is extremely authoritative, and you instantly know you’re both fucked.