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[dilfs4lena]

You hadn’t expected to spend your night crying to your captain, but here you were.

You’d called him while outside a bar.

“Cap,” you slurred. “Hey, how you’re feeling? Good?”

Your words were choppy and uncoordinated. He’d only heard you like this when you’d been given a bunch of pain meds after a bad injury.

“Hey, you alright?” John’s voice was calm and collected like always.

“Captain, John,” you murmured. “Can you drive?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I can. You need a ride?”

You slumped onto the concrete outside the bar. “Uhhhh,” you hummed. “Sure. Can you come toooooooo-“

Your voice tapered off.

“I’m on my way,” he said. “Stay where you are, ok?”

You did stay there, smoking a cigarette when John pulled up.

“Alright, c’mon, pet,” he grunted as he hoisted you up. “Just gotta get in the car.”

Once you were in the car, after much difficulty mind you, John got in the driver’s seat.

The next time you were fully conscious, you were laying on John’s couch sobbing.

“I’m just so tired all the time,” you hiccuped.

John ran his fingers through your hair. “Mhm,” he hummed.

“And sometimes- I’m just- I’m just like-“ you kept crying, now unintelligible.

“Hush, dove,” he cooed. “John’s here, take a breath.”

You managed to sit up a bit, and curl yourself up on his lap. He didn’t push you away, instead holding you close to him and kissing your head.

“You can sleep, baby,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You woke up the next morning with a killer headache, wrapped up tightly in John’s arms.

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Cockdrunk on Superman 

cw: Explicit sexual content. Raw fucking, big cock worship. Rough handling. 

The worst part about Superman was his huge fucking cock. Okay, fine, it was also the best part about him. 

“Clark,” you breathed, nails scraping his shoulders, “you’re too much.”

He kissed down your throat, leaving a trail of small love bites. “I haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.”

You whined, tilting your head back as his hands—those ridiculously big hands—slid down to your hips, holding you in place like you weighed nothing. Which, to him, you probably didn’t. “Not fair,” you gasped when he thrust in just enough for you to feel the stretch, then pulled back with maddening slowness. “You’re literally Superman. You can fly but you can’t just—”

He smirked, cutting you off by burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, deep stroke that knocked the air out of you. “Can’t what?” he murmured, voice low and cocky.

Your answer came out as a strangled moan, your fingers curling tighter around him. The smug glint in his eyes told you he’d heard every desperate sound.

“God, you’re cockdrunk already,” he teased, brushing his lips against your ear. “I could fuck you in the sky right now and you’d still beg for more.”

“Don’t—” you gasped when he rolled his hips just right, “—say things like that unless you mean it.”

“Oh, I mean it.” Then he set a pace that was—well, unfair. Long, deep strokes that made your eyes roll back, his grip on your hips keeping you right where he wanted you. Every thrust knocked another useless thought out of your head until the only thing you could manage was clutching at his biceps and moaning his name.

“Clark—oh my—” You broke off with a sharp gasp when he shifted his angle, hitting that spot so perfectly you almost forgot your own name.

“Hmm?” He had the audacity to sound innocent, his lips dragging lazy kisses along your jaw. “You were saying something?”

“Yeah—fuck— I was saying you’re… impossible.” Your voice cracked halfway through, your body clenching around him like it was trying to keep him inside forever.

He chuckled, deep and warm, but there was something smug under it. “Sweetheart, you’re not even talking in full sentences anymore.”

“Shut up,” you whined, burying your face against his shoulder—though that just made you more aware of how broad and unmovable he was. 

His pace picked up, “Can’t shut up,” he murmured against your ear, “not when you look like this for me.” 

You shivered, clinging to him tighter. “You’re—ugh—such a showoff.”

“I’m Superman,” he grinned, one hand sliding down your back to grab your ass, pulling you flush against him. “Showing off is kind of my thing.”

Another perfectly timed thrust made your breath hitch so loud he laughed. “Cockdrunk,” he said again, savoring the word like it tasted good on his tongue. “I could keep you like this all night… maybe all week. You wouldn’t survive.”

You tilted your head enough to glare at him, though it was ruined by the blissed-out expression on your face. “Try me.”

a/n: I have no chill and neither does Superman

[dilfs4lena]

“give me a kiss,” you demand. 

simon chuckles, standing to his fullest height and making no accommodations for you. this has been going on for at least ten minutes now – the bastard just won’t let you have your way. mask off and wearing civilian clothing, a rare occurrence, he washes the dishes in the kitchen, refusing to give in. 

“si, don’t be mean. i want a kiss.” you groan when soap suds find their way onto your face. “ugh, don’t flick soap on me. please, si. just kiss me. once. once is all i ask for.”

his back muscles ripple with barely concealed laughter. “don’t be botherin’ me when i’m washin’ up, lovie. ain’t wise.”

“give me a kiss!”

glancing down at you, eyes crinkled in the corner with mirth, his lips twitch. “get it y’rself, woman. go on. come take it from me.”

you creep under his beefy arm, tucking yourself between his broad body and the cold sink. truly cruel, you know he knows that you can only reach his chin on your tiptoes, jumping a little. still, you don’t give up. brushing kisses onto his chin, his neck, his jaw, you do everything in your power to lay a solid one on his lips. 

to no avail. 

forehead pressed to his chest, you sigh. “fine, mean bastard. you win. i give up. no kisses for me tonight, i guess.”

soaked, fingers pinch your chin, tilting your head back. you see simon’s eyes soften, drifting to your mouth before he leans in, grazing your lips with his tenderly. he doesn’t slip a tongue in, doesn’t deepen the kiss, just lingers, like he’s absorbing your warmth, processing the softness of your skin, and rejoicing in the comfort of being at home. 

“mmm, missed ya,” he says. 

you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close and pecking his lips over and over again. “i missed you too, si. always.”

he kisses your forehead. “won’t have to soon. i’ll do right by ya. promise.”

“i know.”

oh, but how little do we know when blinded by love and carried through only by faith and hope.

[dilfs4lena]

Simon Riley fucks you like he hates you.

And maybe a part of him does, because never in his 30 something years of life has he loved someone as much as he loves you.

What did you do to bewitch him like this? He’s scared to lose you, scared that one day that look in your eyes won’t be there. But he timidly stays with you, even thought you don’t realize it, hug you a little more, grumble into your shoulder something incoherent that he’ll miss you when you go to work. And he’s admitted it, in his head, yeah he’s admitted he loved you. He’s admitted defeat, waved that white flag in surrender.

But his actions are all out of whack, he’s not very good at this, he lives and breathes for you— so in turn— he’ll fuck you till he breaks you. How romantic

Presses your head into the bed with his foot, fucking you deep and swinging his hips into your ass, causing ripples to form with every thrust, angling right into your sweet spot that has you yelping into the mattress. You’re on your 4th orgasm already, overstimulated, tears and saliva wetting the bed while you mewl for him.

“Already fucked you stupid huh? Pretty bitch will take aaaanything I give ya, won’t you birdie?” He snickers at the state of you, harshly smacks your ass and rails into you. Stretching you out till you’ve taken all of him and it makes you hiccup. Doesn’t stop till you’ve cum atleast once.

And then it’s worse, he’ll let you bite into his forearm when he’s got you in a chokehold, barley able to breath, cunt clamping and pulling him like a vice because you can’t think, you can’t talk— all that’s on your mind, is ‘Simon, simon, Simon’

“Yeah, I’m alll you need luvie, all you ever wanted” he grunts, working himself in and out of your velvety walls, “Aww, said ya couldn’t take it but look at this honey,” and he rams up into you repeatedly, his mushroom tip bruising against your cervix. He shush’s you when you moan too loud, lets you hear the smack of his balls against your pussy and just how wet you are.

“Such a slutty fuckin pussy.”

Simon who has to top his loving making off with a Cherry, rubs your puffy clit with his thumb. You yell out a moan, trying to shove at his hand to move but he’s not stopping, circling his thumb around the bud till you hips buck, “Can’t- ‘s too much!—“ “—Bloody hell, shut the fuck up.” Cock slut, you cum just from that alone, eyes rolling to your skull, groaning while water squirts out of your cunt and onto the bed as your walls clench around Simon.

The blonde paints your walls, spurt after spurt filling you, bending you over while he makes you take every drop. Simon brushes your hair out of the way, kissing your back, patting your over stuffed tummy just before you pass out.

“My pretty fuckin girl, love you so much baby.”

[dilfs4lena]

tummy bulges with simon riley are sometimes just him cramming himself inside you cause he likes the way it looks. the guy holds the plush of your stomach so stares like he's got nothing but you and time, rolling his hips until he can't push any further and that little bump appears. showing you how deep he is.

si feels even deeper when he takes a palm and presses the small mound, his other hand swiping at the tears gliding across your face and shushing your whines.

"what's all this blubberin' for? right where 'm s'pose t'be." he talks as if he isn't fucking buried in your hole, tip kissing your insides and stretching you so wide you can't speak.

he's even got the audacity to change the angle, lugging your body towards him to drag a pillow under the small of your back before letting you flop back down and wail at the different, better feeling.

it feels so good. too good and you try to push him away. just for a second to blink away another round of tears but he just shoves away your pitiful grabs, grunting with a slight scowl.

"quit it," he mumbles, plunging his cock again until he can see the subtle poke of his head inside you. "trying to watch."

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[dilfs4lena]

simon loves everything you do during sex. when you clench your cunt around his cock and make him see stars, the pretty noises you make as he stretches you open on two thick fingers, the way you taste when you gush all over his tongue- everything.

but his favourite thing? when you scratch down his back while he's pounding you into the mattress. the way you desperately claw at his shoulders as he shoves his cock deep inside you. he's reaching places you didn't know could be reached and you need to grab onto something- anything to cope with the overwhelming pleasure he's bringing you.

the first time you did it he was caught off guard, his hips stuttering in their rhythm as your nails raked along his back, leaving a streak of red irritated flesh in their wake. you noticed the way he hesitated, noticed the groan that left him, and the way he adjusted his pace of his hips against yours.

you force your hands off him, opting to tangle them into the sheets instead. simon scowled- actually looked visibly upset, and a moment later he was grabbing you by the wrist, placing your hand onto his back again. you were confused now- you thought he didn't like it.

you couldn't have been more wrong.

he leans down so his mouth is pressed right next to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "keep doin' that," he groans, tilting your hips so the tip of his cock grinds against the squishy spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back in your head. "keep doin' it and don't you ever fuckin' stop- y'hear me? want you to mark me up, yeah? want everyone to know i fuck you so good you start clawin' at me."

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clingy! reader and clingy! könig

both clingy as hell, every time they are around each other they gravitate towards their partner, always something touching, a hand holding a wrist, fingers interlocking, legs and feet touching each other, arms wrapped around elbows, and you both love to feel the other’s skin and warmth under your own touch

könig always draping his big body around yours, arms and shoulders caging you in and it feels incredibly comforting to you and you melt in his touch UGH

könig as your personal weighted blanket and you as his (be it you’re lightweight or heavy he loves having you on top of him, just the simple weight and presence makes him calm)

kissing every and any piece of skin either of you can reach, playing with each others hair

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I’m fucking gagged thank you for getting my first post to 1500 wtf guys 🤍😵‍💫 ANYWAY have some bear!price on the house 🐻

Bear hybrid!John Price x sleepy!reader 2k

Cw: slight dubcon (sleepy sex ig)

It starts when he has to wake you from a well-deserved nap. A what-year-is-it kind of sleep. It was the first thing taught at military school, how to fall asleep on your feet. You took that personally and made it an artform. That's how Price finds you, knocked out on the rec room couch after cleaning up after someone else’s mistake as soon as you got back from deployment. Poor little scrapper.

He’s horribly endeared by it and his deep-seated instincts pull him to join you when his duty demands otherwise. Not his fault you look so cozy, curling around yourself and burying your nose in the blanket Gaz threw over you when he found you.

He tries calling out to you but you are dead to the world, so he lays a warm palm on your shoulder, rocking you gently to ease you back to the waking world. He answers your soft sleepy sound with a deep chuff, his bear endlessly pleased you feel safe enough to sleep so heavily around him and his team. You’re awake but definitely not alert, so he lets himself sit by your legs as you shake off the grip of sleep.

“Cap?”

“Meeting in ten, grab some joe.” He tells you, paw heavy on your head as he gives your adorable bed-head a ruffle. You’re too gone to sleep to wrinkle your nose at the treatment.

“Yessir.” You slur, and he has to make himself walk out the rec room at the sound of your sleep rough voice.

When he sees you again your eyes are brighter and you grip your coffee cup like a lifeline. You don’t get much of it down before you’re pulled to another task, looking down at it, forlorn, before putting in front of Price. A silent offering and he’s not one to turn down caffeine and if he does, take him out back and finish him off. And it certainly has nothing to do with the fact he gets to swallow down the lip-print you left on the rim. Honey-flavored chapstick. He doesn’t stop the happy rumble coming from his chest and you give him a small slight smile before you’re off. He adds the look to the catalogue of secret smiles he's won from you, a well-thumbed archive in his mind he keeps close as winter creeps closer.

Next time it’s you that catches him napping. You come well prepared, armed with coffee and the flask of whiskey you keep hidden in your vest. He doesn’t even hear the door to his office open, chin tucked to his chest, still gripping a pen. The approaching winter had him at its beck and call, quick to sleep and slow to wake.

“Your neck is going to kill later, Cap.” He rouses at the sound of your voice, soft and to his right. You’d lingered a little longer than you’d like to admit, barely controlling the urge to rub the fuzzy little ears he usually keeps hidden under his hat. He looked younger in his sleep, without the furrow in his brow and stern frown on his lips, like a big oversized teddy bear, but you’ll keep that one to yourself.

On que he lifts his head, neck cracking loudly. His wince has your hands itching to lift and massage the soreness out for him. You sigh, a little frustrated at yourself for fanning the flame of the embarrassing crush you have on your boss. You told yourself it was the trauma bond, nothing like shedding blood to bring two people together. It’s just the inevitable coworker crush you tell yourself, even when he’s the last thing you think about before falling asleep and the first when you wake.

It gets exponentially worse when he yawns, not looking as he reaches out to the general direction he heard your voice and patting around lazily. You can’t help but step up from your extremely respectful and professional distance away from his desk. The meaning of the words fizzle out when he catches a belt loop and reels you in.

“You got something for me?” He rasps, prompting you for an update, and the way his voice rumbles out of his chest and buries itself between your legs is beyond unfair. You start with the coffee, waiting a second before putting the flask down next to it. He lets out a grateful huff and you know you’re going to need to change your underwear after all this.

“Laswell touches down in twenty.” You ruin your own pleasant haze you’ve been floating in since he pulled you close enough to feel the heat coming off of him. The frown and furrow are back. He’s all squint, 90% bushy frown, hat forgotten on the desk in front of him.

“We best be meeting her then, hm?” He sighs, coming to a stand. You cannot be bothered to step out of his space but especially when you get a delicious whiff of his cologne and cigar smoke. Drenched. Ruined. In need of some alone time in the showers later.

You hardly breathe when his sleep-warm palm comes up to hold the back of your neck, steering the both of you out of his office. You stop moving all together when he lets go to open the door. He looks down at you when you don’t follow him through the door, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Keep up, trouble.” He chuckles, like he wasn’t the one caught napping on the clock.

“Right behind you, sir.” You hum. He doesn’t have to pretend to hear the warmth in your voice.

It isn’t long before John’s instincts have him searching you out at night, driven by your raw scent, fresh from the shower before you get ready for bed. It's getting worse day by day, so drawn in by your earthy sweetness that he lingers silently outside your door for far too long, holding his bear by the metaphorical scruff. You look longingly at the shadow under your door, fingers slipping through your folds wetly hoping he hears your need.

It’s not until he comes home limping that he finds his control slipping through his fingers, frost in the air. His senses are fuzzy and nothing feels right, his bear huffing and puffing just beneath his skin keeping him from sleeping off the pain. He barely hears the medic giving the usual warnings to take it easy before he’s bullying past them back to the barracks. His den calls to him, nearly dead on his feet when he smells you. It feels like every knot, every inch of tightness in his shoulders unravels as he breathes the remnants of you that linger in the common room. He doesn’t even realize he’s darkening your door until it pushes open under his palm. The sight of you asleep on your bunk, rolled half onto your stomach with your leg hiking up, settles him. The long line of your body has his mouth watering and teeth aching to sink into your plushest parts. You don’t stir when he looms over your bed, only when he sinks a knee down on the mattress. He lets out a pained groan when he sheds his shirt and drops down next to you, mattress squeaking violently under his weight and stitches in his side pulling tight.

“Mhm. Price?” You slur, head lifting off your pillow. He makes a pleased chuff, you don’t sound alarmed that he’s crawling in your bed at this hour, the fact you knew without even seeing him.

You try to roll over, giving him room, but he hushes you and presses a big paw on your back. You jolt, remembering you went to bed without a shirt when you feel his palm on your bare skin. He soothes you, big palm petting down your back as he urges you down with a grumble in your ear. His breath is hot on your neck as he rolls over onto you, thick pelt of his chest meeting the sensitive skin of your back as he eases his weight onto you with a satisfied sigh. You make a high pitched squeak at the contact, body going tight as he maneuvers you how he likes. Hooking a heavily furred thigh around your own and giving the padding of your tummy a grope as he settles. Your room was coated in your scent, your pillows and sheets even more so. He wanted to roll around in it until it settled under his skin permanently.

“Shush now, let ‘m get a feel cub, that's it.” He pushes a hairy arm beneath your chest, thick fingers groping your tits as he presses wet bristle-y kisses to your shoulders. You can’t stop the sleepy whine that leaves you, oh god please don’t let this be a dream, please please please-

The bulge pressing under the cleft of your ass is too hot and hard to be a dream. You can’t help but roll your hips back to feel more of him. You can feel how slick your lips are, slipping together wet and syrupy with your want.

“Price-“ the want in your voice and the smell of your need in the back of his throat is all the approval the bear needs.

“Settle down.” He slurs, but the way he humps against the plush of your ass has you doing the opposite. One particular rut has him pressed right up against your heat, underwear clinging to your folds as he pushes around your slick with the heft of his cock. You can do nothing but lay there with the way he has you pinned, legs tangled together as he grinds into you with sleepy rolls of his hips.

“Perfect thing, huh? Feel so good and you’re not even on my bloody cock yet-“ his moan has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“oh-“ your throat closes up on a desperate whimper when the hand pinned between your chest and the bed falls lower and cups your pussy, playing the damp fabric keeping him from your slick and pinching your puffy lips together.

“There she is.” His hips fall harder as he stuffs his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in like it would get him high. He pulls them to the side and his thick calloused fingers are there to catch the obscene amount of slick, pooling on his fingers and down his palm. He knew it would be fucking good, knew you’d drip down his fucking balls like this-

You reach back, hands patting at the thick of his stomach hanging over his waistband before finding your prize, pulling his throbbing cock free and feeling it bounce up against your thighs. He wraps both his arms around you, banding you to his chest and hooking his chin over your shoulder as his thick cock slots against your pussy, drooling pre against your clit.

“Go on, honey, just put it- fuck, yeah.” He grunts, lips to your ear as your shaky hands obey and notch his cock against your aching hole, a twisted version of the kiss you always wanted from him.

He’s rolling on top of you, nearly pressing his full weight against your back and working your hips up with a meaty paw. Your brain is leaking out your cunt at the realization he’s mounting you-

“One big push, honey, sh sh sh-“ he’s cut off by his own groan as the tip pops inside you, immediately driving further into your tight heat. Your walls seize around him and the animal part of your hindbrain tells you to crawl away, but a firm hand on the back of your neck has you still. He clicks his tongue at you, silly thing, didn’t anyone ever tell you not to run from a bear?

He’s quick to remove the thought from your head entirely, arm closing under your chin to keep you still as he leans over you.

“Come on luv, just a little kiss.” He meanly squishes your cheeks with his fingers, turning your head enough to plant a mess open-mouthed kiss on you. He swallows every little noise he’s punching out of you and in their absence the steady plap, plap, plap of his heavy balls slapping your mound fills the room. The next time his gooey tip presses up against your sweet spot, you let out a desperate whine and clamp down tight on him, a foaming, creamy ring forming around the base of his cock. You feel every throb of him against your sensitive walls, milking himself with your pulsing pussy as he pants and groans into your mouth.

You are taken down with him as he flops back down on his side, cock still chubbed in your pussy. He doesn’t pull out, not even when his breathing evens out and he’s humping your sticky pussy in his sleep. His warmth and the delicious stretch of your pussy around him eases you into a deep sleep, completely surrounded by your Captain and stuffed with another load by morning. He’ll even let you yell at him in the morning for crawling in your bed wounded when you find a little blood on the sheets, it’s all worth it as long as he gets to crawl home to his little mate again at the end of the day.

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Shinkuplanet

[dilfs4lena]

thinking about reader who’s meeting könig for the first time and they’re waiting in a room to get acquainted

you’re sitting on a chair waiting, the door opens and you see this big bastard holding the top of the doorframe and leaning his bust forward to not hit his head on the piece of wood and something insides you just turns on

how can someone be so big and tall and function?? whatever that’s not important right now

what’s important is what comes out of your mouth with no control whatsoever: “i just ovulated” doesn’t matter if you have the possibility to ovulate or not, seeing this goliath standing in front of you has you horny

he looks at you with a raised brow, you can feel the amusement coming from him and you feel your cheeks heat up

anyway from when you two start working together you’re always biting your lips to shut up and not embarrass yourself again

EDIT: WAIT KÖNIG TEASING YOU EVERY NOW AND THEN SAYING STUFF LIKE “are you still ovulating, schatz?” do you see the vision

[dilfs4lena]

Kyle puts his cap on your head whenever you ride him because he thinks it looks hot as fuck, and "accidentally" gives you the worst pavlovian response ever.

Bc putting his hat on your head is just a cute couples thing, why would anyone be suspicious? But the second its on your brain kicks off and all you can think about is getting him inside you. Yes, he does this when youre hanging out with the others. Yeah, he makes you silently beg to go to the restrooms, and make no mistake everyone at that table knows what you two are doing in there.

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Vampire!141 watching new-born vampire!reader feed on Kyle because reader "doesn't know how to feed yet," and "has to practice on someone who's not gonna die in the first try" – Johnny's words, that freak.

That's how they find themselves sporting hard-ons at the sight of you in Kyle's arms, sitting prettily on his lap with your fangs buried in his throat, gulping down his vampire blood like it gives you an orgasm each time, whilst both of you let small grunts and sighs escape your lips.

Johnny already has his right hand palming his erection through his clothes, John had to nurse a glass of whiskey to blow some of the steam off and Simon is sure his nails are digging marks on his palm from how hard he's squeezing his fists closed.

What a sight.

⤷ FEED ON: BLURB COLLECTION

[dilfs4lena]

police officers könig and simon stopping biker reader for going too fast, thinking they’d see another dumb boy doing twice the speed limit cause he’s chasing adrenaline

only to see you, one of the prettiest little birds they’ve ever seen, when you take off your helmet and balaclava, freeing your hair and looking at them with a small pout, eyes wide and innocent

“i’m sorry, officers i wont do it again” you speak quietly, voice soft and gentle, looking up at them through your lashes

they both feel the need to grab you and fuck you so hard you can’t walk, but they’re so mesmerized but you that they agree to let you off with just a warning

the smile you give them is so big and bright that their hands tighten into fists at their sides, teeth grinding as you thank them in that intoxicatingly sweet voice, you put back on your balaclava and helmet, leaving the darkened glass shield open just long enough to send them a wink before you drive off, reaching twice the speed limit in a couple seconds, even doing a wheelie for good measure, completely ignoring their warning

(they’re gonna find you and fuck you on your bike)

((you can’t wait))

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we’ve got blunt!simon… what about blunt!reader?

you’re sat on the kitchen counter, watching your boyfriend make lunch. he’s pretty like this, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, a hand clenched around the handle of a pan. and his ass—perfectly outlined in those grey sweatpants—so of course, you tell him about it.

“babe? nice ass.”

he sputters and blinks back at you, muscles tensing as he grips the pan, "m'cookin' for you, an' yer busy starin' at my ass?"

"fuckin' biteable biceps too," you double down, watching as it bulges through his shirt as he grips the pan. it really isn't your fault--he's just so pretty.

"fuckin' hell. no filter on you, is there?"

he's basically inviting you to continue, as far as you know. you smile, "and i like you in these sweats. shows your dick off, y'know?" you lean back on your ass, supporting yourself with your arms.

and simon would be lying if the words didn't go straight to his heart, through his blood and straight to his cock. "fuckin... shut up for once, eh?" he grumbles, biting at his lip, trying to concentrate on the food in his pan.

"...like when you bite those lips, makes me wanna bite you back," you hum, moving up behind him, hands gripping at his firm hips.

and to say simon is surprised when you sink your teeth into his arm would be an overstatement, but that is the least of his worries--his cock visibly twitches in his grey sweats.

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A Favor

synopsis: Simon fucking Johnny's civilian bestie

pairing : Simon Riley x Reader

Warnings : an american trying to write a british character, inaccurate military stuff, unprotected sex, OOC 

Continuation of this 

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You closed your book and checked the time on your phone. Only five minutes had gone by since the last time you looked at the clock. Johnny was deployed stateside for a month-long in field training. The days dragged on with no one to cook for or pick up after. 

You grimaced at the thought of being so lonely you wanted to pick up someone’s mess.

Not anyone’s mess. Johnny’s mess. He was your mess, your knight in camouflage, according to him. 

Tomorrow was your first day of graduate school. Your bag was packed and you shadowed your schedule so you knew exactly where to go and how long the commute was. You made dinner for the week. There was nothing else to do but wait for tomorrow. 

DING

The doorbell pulled you out of your head. You walked towards the door, standing on your tippie toes to look through the peephole. A man wearing a black hoodie and a skull balaclava stood with his hands in his pockets.

Bile rose in your throat. If he’s here, and Johnny’s isn’t, that means bad news. 

You flung the door open. “ Simon.” You beat him to a greeting. “ Is Johnny okay?”

“ Afternoon, love.” The panic was clear as day, but he was milking the sight of you in a sports bra and tiny shorts. His dick twitched at the thought of coming home to you after deployment. Johnny was a lucky bastard.

“ Is he okay?!”

“ Johnny’s fine, I’m just doing the bastard a favor.”

Simon pulled out a small gift box from his pocket. You took the gift and raised an eyebrow at him.

“ He asked me to give it to you today . ” he answered your unspoken curiosity. 

“ Today?”

“Tommorrow is your first day at grad school, yes?” 

“ Uh yes, this is- this is from Johnny?” You shook your head.”  Right, you just said that…If 

Johnny’s out in the field, you shouldn't be there as well?”

“Got out of it this time.”

You nodded. “ Well , thank you for delivering this. I appreciate it.” Johnny was thinking of you, even if he trenches, literally.

Simon turned to leave, but paused when you called his name. “ You came all here just for this… Can I make you a cup of tea? Or at least a snack for the road.”

After an hour of causal conversation, coupled with Simon flashing you fuck me eyes through his balaclava, you ripped each other’s clothes off and settled onto the mattress. 

In hindsight, this was a terrible idea. Simon had your knees pressed into your chest as he fucked you into the mattress. You clung onto his biceps, sunken and rough scars grazing your fingertips. You wished he hadn’t dim the lights so you could see his muscles flexed as he fucked you. 

“ Good fucking girl,” Simon muttered. “ Taking me so well”

Any reasoning be damned when his voice sounded like sin. 

 “Si - fuck - please,” you panted. You wanted him to slow down, but the chase was too good to give up. There is no way you were going to be able to walk to class tomorrow, but you could take all he was giving you.

“ Johnny said you need to get out your head,” he punctuated with a hard thrust. “ Fucckk you feel like heaven.” He was kicking himself for dimming the lights so low. He wanted to see your breasts bounce against his thrusts, your swollen clit on his fingers. 

Simon pressed his hips impossibly deeper into your pelvis; you felt his dick in your stomach. He reminded himself to breathe, because if he didn’t, he would’ve succumbed to the pleasure.Your moans synchronized with the creaking of the headboard. You were sure the bed would break under you.

“ Si Si Si…” you chanted.

 “Tell me what you need,” he commanded softly. 

How could you use your words when all you could think about was him. The pleasure hurt so good you would be able to feel him for days.

He pinched your nipple. “ Be a good girl and use your words for me.”

“ Please! Need to - need to-“ Your vision went white as you came on his dick. Waves of euphoria flooded throughout your body as you milked his cock.

Simon moaned as he filled you up, hoping he can forever remember the feeling of you shuddering around him. His hips stilled as he began rubbing circles into your clit. You arched your back, hoping he would take the hint that it was too much. 

“ And here I thought you would be a good girl for me, “ he feigned disappointment. “ I didn’t give you permission to come.” 

Simon rubbed your clit even faster. “ So you can apologize by coming until I say we’re done.”

A/N : abrupt ending and bad writing sorry! feedback is appreciated

[dilfs4lena]

Ok so imagine after dinner, you and Simon cleaning up your guys plates and reader casually says “can you finger me until I pass out” 🫠🫠

Thanks in advance!! 

I love this idea…so much.

MDNI!!

Simon Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: fingering…a lot of it, Simon calls reader “good girl”, dom! Simon, overstim, multiple orgasms, squirting, smut smut smut

You and Simon had just finished dinner, you picking up the dishes and handing them to him so he could wash them.

His hands always caught your attention though.

His rough, calloused hands, veins running down the top of them. The way he’d wrap them around your neck while fucking you or how his fingers felt inside you.

Regardless of how long you’ve been married to Simon, you stared at him like you’d never seen this man in your life.

“You alright love?” He asks, shaking you out of your trance.

Face red, you shake your head yes and walk away to retrieve the other dishes, acting nervous like you’d gotten caught or something.

For christ’s sake you were married to the man.

So when you hand him the next few dishes, you just have to ask…

“Can you finger me until I pass out?”

He just stares at you.

He takes the dishes from your hands, drops it in the sink, turns off the water, and picks you up.

He carries you to your shared bedroom, setting you down gently(?)

“Pants off,”

You shimmy your pants down to your ankles and Simon yanks them from there, throwing them to the floor.

He takes your shirt off for you and shoves you down on the bed.

“Legs open”

You oblige happily, spreading them open for your husband as wide as you can, giving him a full display.

“You’re soaked, all I did was wash some dishes”

You hide your face out of embarrassment, but not before Simon takes your hands and holds them above your head, “Nuh uh, you asked for this don’t be all shy now,”

He kissed your forehead and held your wrists with one hand while the other slipped down your body to the wetness that was leaking all over your bed.

He teased your clit, rubbing ever so slightly, making you squirm.

He kept gently rubbing, pinching your clit a few times, but never doing enough to completely satisfy you.

You were whiny, so so whiny, needing more from your big husband.

He stopped touching for a moment to lick his fingers clean, putting them back on your cunt and kissing you before you could say a word.

As soon as his lips met yours, he shoved two fingers inside you.

You moaned into his lips, almost screaming.

He started off slow but his pace only got faster the more you whined, begging for something, you weren’t sure what…

“Please, please Simon!”

He smirked at you, fingers still moving, squelching sounds coming from your soaked pussy, “Please what doll?”

You didn’t have an answer, you had no idea what you were begging for.

Orgasm after orgasm, Simon wouldn’t let up, you were so sensitive, pussy aching but still wanting more.

Tears were falling down your cheeks and your moans were coming out as sobs, “I know sweetheart, just one more for me kay?”

You nodded, so fucked out just from Simon’s fingers.

He let go of your wrists, both hands now working on your cunt.

One hand still moving in and out of you, the other rubbing circles into your clit.

“Such a good girl, you’ve done so well for me love,”

You reach for him, gripping on to any part of him you can grab.

Broken moans falling from your lips.

“Take it baby, one more, I know you’re sensitive, just give me one more,”

“O-okay,” the first words you’ve spoken that weren’t “Fuck!” “Simon!” “Please!” “More!”

He was working gently, you felt yourself getting closer, this one feeling different than the 5 others before.

“Si, it feels weird,”

“Relax love, just let go,”

“A-Are you sure?

“I can handle it sweetheart,”

And without warning, Simon switched from gentle to rough, more broken moans falling from your mouth.

You gripped onto his shoulder as tight as you could, spraying all over the front of him.

“Good girl,” he kept fingering you, your release still gushing out in spurts, “such a good girl,”

He removed his fingers, licking them clean again, and hugged you close to him.

You shivered, cold, sensitive, and finger fucked out.

He kissed your forehead, whispering about how well you took him.

You fell asleep while he held you, getting exactly what you asked for…

A/n: back from vaca! Hope you enjoyed this!

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[dilfs4lena]

18+, mdni

I don't know who came up with the idea first but I fully believe Simon Riley got a vasectomy in his twenties because he was dead set on not having children and not becoming his father.

Unfortunately, the doctor doing the procedure failed to mention there was still a risk - albeit, very low - of getting someone pregnant.

Enter you; a pretty bird he'd met in a pub on a night out with the lads that he'd fucked in the bathroom. If he'd known there was even the slightest chance he had any swimmers left, he wouldn't have buried himself to the hilt as he emptied his balls inside you, still thrusting as he did so, pushing his cum deeper inside.

When your paths unexpectedly crossed again a few months later, Simon spotting you from afar, he felt that same flame of desire igniting within, his cock chubbing up, already picturing the wet warmth he'd sank into all those nights ago, the way you'd wrapped around him and made those pretty sounds just for his ears -

And then you turn and his eyes drop down to the noticeable swell of your stomach.

He'd never been very good at maths before but this time he was quick off the mark to add the numbers together in his head, realising it had been exactly five and a half months since he last saw you. Five and a half months since he'd cum inside you.

Simon didn't know shit about pregnancy but looking at your obviously round stomach, his heart sank as he began to wonder if there was a possibility that the child growing within it was his.

The last thing this world needed was another Riley.

should i write more on this or no 😬 lmk

update: currently working on a second part and hoping to post in the next day or two 🤞