#simon imagine

older!simon who absolutely adores how much smaller petite!reader is than him. well, typically everyone is smaller than you when you're six-foot-three and counting. doorframes are smaller, airplane seats, ceilings—you get the gist. simon is used to maneuvering the world with his eye-level far above crowds since he was in middle-school by now, but it's with you that he suddenly doesn't know what to do with himself. feels like his huge, lumbering hands are too big for your body, like he'll snap your limbs in half when he takes both of your wrists in just one of his own and pins them above your head. it's like handling fine china, two meaty fingers awkwardly pinching the entire handle of a too-tiny teacup. simon isn't particularly good with metaphors, but i digress.

he always swears he can't fit inside you, but well, you do fit like a gem in the backseat of his car and the opportunity is too good to pass up. it almost feels cruel, you're so small and he's too big, but how could he not? fold you up nice and easy under him, et voila. you're so brave for him, and it just takes a bit of pushing past the initial resistance to bury his oversized cock inside you. you're tight as a fist around the head of his cock, just at first.

you're easy to manhandle, a real-life ball-jointed doll that even a brute like simon can bend to his whim, or bounce up-and-down on his cock. fun-sized, he'd call it, you're made for the fun stuff. it's a little reductive, maybe, but you inevitably bat your lashes and reply that you were made just for him. he can do whatever wants with you.

(from your fellow 5ft tall writer)

— a/n: based on a conversation i had minutes ago, except i immediately started thinking of ghost bc simon riley is better than any real life man. <3

can't stop thinking about faking an orgasm with simon for shits and giggles and ending up getting ya shit rocked for hours because you were being a brat

simon’s got you pinned beneath him, his thick cock stretching you open so good, each thrust punching a whine from your lips. his grip on your hips is bruising, fingers digging in as he fucks you relentless, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

“that’s it, take it,” he growls, voice rough. “fuckin’ perfect around me, ain’t ya?”

you’re close—so fucking close—but you’re feeling bratty tonight. so when the coil in your belly tightens, you force a high-pitched moan, arching your back and clenching around him like you’re coming. “oh—oh, simon, i’m—!”

he stills instantly, eyes dark as they rake over your face. and then he smirks. “liar.”

before you can protest, his hand slides between your legs, calloused fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. you gasp, hips jerking—fuck, it’s too much, you’re oversensitive already—but he doesn’t stop.

“thought you could fool me, princess?” he murmurs, leaning down to nip at your ear. “gonna make you come for real. as many times as it takes ‘til you forget how to fake it.”

his thrusts start again, harder now, his fingers relentless on your clit. you’re sobbing within minutes, nails scraping down his back as the pleasure crests, sharp and overwhelming. “s-simon, please—!”

“there it is,” he groans, feeling you flutter around him. “that’s my girl. now—” he flips you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up. “—let’s see how many more i can get outta you.”

you’re gonna regret being such a brat. but fuck, it’s so worth it.

Dad!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Mom!Reader

TW: poorly written smut, humping??

a/n: I saw a woman on tiktok post a video of her on one of those workout balls that are super huge and bouncy. She was recording and her husband was watching her, he said “Is that thing recording?” when she said yes, he replied “oh sorry im just staring at your ass”. And i immediately thoughts of simon.

It’s been 10 minutes of you bouncing on that ball, in Simon’s office. You were officially 27 weeks pregnant, stage 4. You were in your prime, clear skin and beautiful hair.

Cop Simon who was hiding behind the bushes and saw you speeding down the road

Cop Simon who came out the bushes and turned on the sirens as he drove towards you 

Cop Simon who saw you pull over, and walked towards your window, and his heart skipped a beat, or it felt like it did

Cop Simon who asked you why you were speeding, and you explained that you were late for your friend`s birthday

Cop Simon who wasn’t even listening because he was distracted by your beauty

Cop Simon who didn’t even give you a ticket, but rather asked for your number

Cop Simon who wrote down your number and said, “see ya later, love.” he had already made up his mind; he was gonna make you his

Cop Simon who took you out on a date the next day and made sure that he impressed you heavily (he did)

Cop Simon who drove you home that evening and didn’t expect anything else when you suddenly invited him in

Cop Simon who took the hint and slowly made himself welcome in your home

Cop Simon who leaned in for a kiss after seeing your genuine interest in him, and things got heated real quick

Cop Simon who didn’t leave immediately in the morning after…let’s just say spent time inside you ;)

You were riding him, clenching your cunt around him, making the both of you see stars. Your face reflected pleasure and joy, which, combined with the sounds you were making, showed how much you were enjoying this.

Simon was obviously enjoying it too. He couldn’t stop himself from looking at you, admiring your features changing with pleasure and staring at the way your body moved when you were in control.

Sex with him was amazing; I know he probably doesn’t look like it, but he always checks on you and makes sure you’re comfortable with what’s happening.

“God, baby… keep moving like that.” “S-Simon… it feels so good.”

You kept moving on top of him and moaning like you were the only people left in the world, until your expression changed. Your face started showing something else that wasn’t quite pleasure anymore… it was pain.

“S-Simon… n-no…” But you kept moving because you didn’t want to ruin this for him, not when you knew he was about to cum. But at the same time, it felt wrong not to communicate to him what was going on.

Simon noticed. Noticed your expression and the change in your pace. He knew something was wrong right away; he didn’t even need to hear your whine.

“Hey, hey… what’s wrong?” He placed his hands more firmly on your hips to keep you in place and stop you from moving. He didn’t care if he was about to cum; he would never keep going knowing that you were hurting.

“I don’t know… it started hurting.” At this point, your face was showing pain and discomfort, with the faint trace of a tear in your eye.

“Just stop moving, baby… it’s alright.” He signaled for you to stop and separate from him. When you did, you immediately moved your hand to where the pain was coming from to try and find what was wrong. He stopped you, thinking it might be an infection and fearing you’d make it worse by touching it.

“It’s okay… just lie down for me. Will you let me see what’s wrong?” He always treated you like a princess, even in situations like this where you would think he might be rough with you.

You lay down on your back. He sat on the bed in front of you and gently spread your legs apart for him to see, instantly moving his eyes to the area.

“Okay… it does look a bit swollen, doll.” He placed his hands around your red and inflamed pussy, not really touching the area but spreading the lips apart.

“I’m gonna touch you here, and you’ll tell me if it hurts, okay?” You just nodded. You trusted him with your own life, so you obviously didn’t mind him seeing you in such a vulnerable state.

He pressed his palm against your cunt. He wasn’t trying to penetrate you again; he just needed confirmation as to where it was hurting the most. He immediately looked at your face afterward.

“That doesn’t hurt; I think it’s inside where the problem is.” He nodded, agreeing with you, you knew your body better than anyone, after all. He gently inserted one finger inside you, but not too deep, just at the surface.

“Does that hurt?” His expression looked so determined; he wasn’t even thinking of this as a sexual interaction. He genuinely wanted to help you and wasn’t thinking of it as sex, nor was he trying to penetrate you again. If you told him it hurt, he would stop the session for good, at least for that day.

You shook your head. “No… go deeper.” You weren’t seeing this as something sexual either, nor were you trying to make him finger you.

He went deeper with his fingers, and that’s when you let out a little whine of displeasure. He instantly knew and took his fingers out.

“Okay… looks like you were moving too fast, baby. Let’s try to do it more gently next time, okay?”

You nodded your head. You were feeling a little embarrassed by this, but he wasn’t trying to make you feel that way.

“It’s alright. This can happen; it’s not your fault.” “But I wanna keep going.”

He smiled at this; he loved how much you desired him. It made him feel appreciated and loved, and he desired you just as much.

“I know, love, but it’s better if we stop for today, okay? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

He saw the disappointment on your face and decided he couldn’t let you down like this. So he thought he could do something else… something that didn’t require penetration to make you feel good and make you come.

You; *wearing noise cancelling headphones* I’m deaf

Actor: *muffled noise behind a gag*

Simon: and I’m still wielded shut inside this shitty submarine.

Let me explain

Scarred, big, burley military vet Simon who has experienced and seen things that the average person can only imagine. Simon who reeks intimidation, smoke and rationality. Simon who lived only to get by. That Simon tried to change the moment he moved in with his fiancee.

Now we have Simon's fiancée. A delicate, eerily quiet woman. A spiritually sensitive woman. Someone who can feel the energy of the room, someone who believes in omens, someone who spirit's like to play with, someone who's head would get lost in the clouds if Simon wasn't there are anchor them. Simon's fiancée who dances between veils of the living and of the spirit's.

For the most part Simon loves being her anchor, to hold her when the whispers get too loud. He loves how gentle she is and how she takes care of him. But still, it's undeniable how the six foot something, city bloke can still be creeped out by his own fiancee. A military man trying to understand that his fiancee "feels things other can't". He is still wrapping his head around it. Simon can't help but have his hair on the back of his neck stand up when hears her quiet footsteps among the house, when she grows goosebumps on a random tuesday morning, when she whispers to the wind and how when she looks at him, it's as if she sees his skeleton rather than his skin.

And her touch, oh how it is drug inducing to Simon. How it's heavy, warm and intense. As if when touching he feels everything she feels. So when they lay tangled together with her mindless tracing patterns on his chest, Simon knows he would fight any spirit with his bare hands to keep her on his side of the veil.

AN: Let me know if this is something you want to read more of! I've been thinking about this idea for a while, thank you the conjuring for giving me motivation.

You: Blue one?

Ryland: Yes!

Simon: using it

Ryland: Simon, that says “World’s Okayest Teacher.”

Simon: exactly

Simon: fits me

Ryland: You’re not a teacher.

Simon: and you’re not okayest

You: 😂

Ryland: BABE, DID HE JUST COMPLIMENT ME?