#dadbod!simon riley

[machveil]

uuugh Retired!Simon Riley yeah. yeah, retired DadBod!Simon Riley, uh huh

Retired!Simon Riley who’s still strong as a horse and works out, but now that he doesn’t have to worry about deployments and risking his life he can indulge a little. he was already eating large, hearty meals to maintain a healthy weight and physique, but sometimes he’ll go back for thirds now - if you smile sweetly and indulge with him he might be talked into dessert (nine times out of ten he agrees). it’s nice to see him eat to his hearts content and relax afterwards

Retired!Simon Riley who gets a tummy after a while, a soft layer of fat rounding out his muscles. he’s still quiet and reserved, intimidating to most, but now he’s a little soft under your fingertips. chest a little more pillowy, perfect to rest your head on. he’s slowly relaxing his sleep schedule, not worrying about getting out of bed with the sun. he might go for a morning jog if it’s nice out, but it’ll always be nicer to stay warm under the covers with you

[alanisstonedd]

MDNI - sexual content

an: it’s that time yall…

i need a big boy to love on me like it’s his only job on this damn earth.

the slow ascent over his lap feeling more like mounting a horse. the feel of his strong hands gripping at the plush of your hips. the tug and pull at each others clothes while your lips lock in the slowest, wettest fuck. his scorching tongue in your mouth feels like he’s reaching into you for your soul already and the firm fingers in your hair make sure he gets exactly what he wants.

he can’t help but grind up into your heat on instinct, the slow roll of his hips intoxicating you. the heat spreading through your core and straight up your spine, unable to keep your mouth shut. the rhythmic back-and-forth of humping fully clothed, no time to take any clothes off. his hands sear a path over every inch of skin he can get to, yours content in his hair too focused on rocking your clit over the throbbing bulge in his shorts. a concentrated frown etched into his strong features, sparkling eyes locked on your thrown back head.

his hot mouth going straight for your bared neck, addicted to the taste of your skin. he’s laving at anything his mouth can reach, sucking at your nipples like the feel of them in his mouth alone is enough to make him bust - your whole chest glistening by the time he’s done.

the rushed struggle to stuff yourself with every thick inch he has, clothes still on, mouthing at his lips. him thrusting up into you short and fast, grunting against your collar bone, palms firmly planted on your hips. chest to chest, you can feel every breath he intakes, the outtake fanning over your wet, pebbled, buds. his solid arms caging you in, making damn sure you take everything he’s giving.

he has to back up just to see you in all your glory, pushing at your belly, still canting up into you with no problem. his mouth hangs open in bliss, floored at the the clench of you around him when he man handles you down to the hilt, hitting a spot so deep you think you see tweety birds.

he flips you both over like it’s nothing, his belly up against yours, his pudge and happy trail rubbing your clit just right. the weight he puts behind his thrusts hitting you like a mack truck. it makes you dizzy, the way he’s putting his all into it yet completely unfazed by the way you can’t shut your mouth. his lazy thumbing at your sensitive clit sending you up the wall. he keeps you on the edge for as long as you can stand, heaving breaths into his mouth from the force of his thrusts.

he’s nasty with it, biting at your lips in a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself lingering on his tongue from earlier. he’s flipping into whatever position gets the loudest moans out of you, massaging the plush of your thighs and up your back like that’ll ease the punch of his hips. he heaves into your neck, gripping at you like the heat of you around him is wearing his sanity thinner than is possible.

he don’t care about the mess, the splat splat of the wetness in between you both makes you even wetter, the gush around him calls for teeth biting, groans, and hot tongue on the column of your throat. you moan like you haven’t had a homemade meal in years - the palpable hunger for you that seeps out of him when you buck up onto his leaking dick, is only thing that can quell your hunger.

when you’re on your side, thigh stretched up in his hold, the soft muscle of him envelopes you from behind. he reaches so deep with every thrust you think he can feel how much you need his dick. it overwhelms your senses, his baccarat, your miss dior, and the thick musk of sex

FANUM, price, dadbod!simon, ony

[tojisun]

im still high on dadbod simon so uhm thinking about someone at a bar hitting on you because they don’t know that the old man you’re out with is not a guardian nor a friend, but is your goddamn date. and while it doesn’t send simon down a spiral of insecurities, he still starts hovering even closer. he’s always pulling you to his lap, doesn’t matter who the company is. his friends quickly get used to the sight—how could they not? you’re a darling, and you look the prettiest dolled up on simon’s hold.

and when he’s fucking you, when he’s got you bearing all his weight while he fucks you on your knees, he uses the incident as dirty talk.

“remember ‘im, love?” simon croons, his voice almost drowned by the resonating sounds of skin slapping against skin. “he thought i’m not y’r daddy. thought y’re too good f’me.”

you keen underneath him, your body toppling to the mattress when your arms fall limp. simon easily follows, adjusting so that the jut of his gut sits atop your ass, and it should be a crime how this position wedges him even further in because he’s pressing against tender places, his cockhead nudging at something that almost makes it feel like he’s hitting the back of your throat.

“shh,” simon rumbles. “daddy’s got you, sweet’art. daddy’s got you.”

[lunamoonbby]

Ghost before being with his lovie

Ghost during his relationship with his lovie

Ghost married to lovie and with 3 children.....ofc ghost would have papa bear arms he needs all the muscles he can get to carry all three kids and his wife😤😤😤 it also comes in handy when carrying the groceries in just one trip

[konigsblog]

i’ve been really obsess with the thought of ghost with a dadbod ): like he’s this huge guy but he has some soft spots on him that i just want to grab and hold on to while he fucks me ):

me too, anon. me too :( 🌼

his arms :( his muscles are covered in a layer of fat. when you're riding him, he wraps those arms around your waist and gives you a lazy, fucked-out expression. he holds your waist, your hands gripping his biceps as you use them for support whilst bouncing down onto his hard, thick cock :(

“attagirl, just like tha'...” he praised, looking down at your swollen pussy taking every inch greedily. you babbled, swallowing your spit as your eyelids fell heavy and your cunny grew wetter. simon smirked at you, seeing you do all the hardwork. his poor, little fleshlight struggling to do it by herself :(

or his thighs :( when he's throatfucking you, you grip those thighs and hips tightly! he slams his meaty, lengthy dick down your strained throat, full balls slapping against your chin, covered in drool. your smaller hands grip his thighs, leaving indents from your nails as you moan around him, stiffled by his hard cock pushed down your wet throat!!!

[lisbetadair]

The world needs more of Ghost, but with a little tummy.

[tojisun]

dadbod simon who lets you hump at his tummy while you ride him and the way he spreads his legs for you when he gets close and him pressing his palm over the outline of himself that he can feel on your stomach and him telling you to take what you need when he’s tired because he’s still so turned on at the thought of his girl wanting to use him and dadbod simon letting you ride him until both of you are shaking and dadbod simon

clawing my thighs because this is so- this is so!!!

thinking about the way he’d marvel at his ‘size.’ in reality, he can’t truly see himself past your fat and muscles, but simon would still place his hand on your stomach, chirping at how proud he is that you’re taking him all the way in; at how you truly are his perfect dear to be able to gobble all of him up.

the way he’d croon shushing noises when you begin to hiccup in your pleasure, trembling like a leaf on top of him because it’s just too much. the ecstasy keeps on bloating, unforgiving, and simon’s eyes are heavy with his desire and you just want to be good for him, to be the lovely darling he keeps saying that you are, so when the oversensitivity hits, you crumble. god, you need him to be able to take charge again. please—

but all simon does is pat your thigh when you stall, humming to himself as he blinks bleary eyes open. “y’ve got to do it y’rself if y’want to cum, kid.”

the sob that is ripped from your throat softens him, finding that he was being too mean, so he jostles the two of you to position you better, until you’re cushioned by his body—softened by his time in retirement, and growing rotund with late night oysters and steaks—and cradled in his arms.

“jus’ one more, love,” simon rumbles, grazing his lips on your shoulder. his hand climbs up your thigh until it’s resting on your pelvis instead.

“one more an’ y’can come up an’ have me lick y’r pussy as sorry,” he adds, and here, he slowly thumbs at your erect clit. you jerk on his hold with a mewl, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes again, but simon keeps it, circling it softly until the pleasure wanes into quiet laps.

“o-okay,” you breathe out, heaving. “love you s’much, si.”

“of course,” he replies, his words muffled on your skin. “love you too, sweet’art.”

then he’s falling back to the cushions for the show.

dear god i need him so bad

[tojisun]

that one post about dadbod simon service topping but also him holding you by your hips/waist and grinding your clit against his tummy when he’s bottomed out and smiling so softly at the little noises you let out and cooing at you about how good you’re being and dadbod simon telling his puppy to take what they need and detonates and leaves this ask all over your ceiling

cw: daddy kink

holy shit.

this would have him murmuring, “shh. shh, baby. breathe f’me, yeah? c’mon kid, breathe f’me.” while he slowly moves your body so that you’re rutting onto him.

your hardened clit bumps against the pudge of his gut, making you mewl because s’too much and not enough at the same time, and he just coos as your tears spill like jaded glass.

and you’re still shaking on top of him when simon pulls his hands away, only to click his tongue in quiet scolding at the resounding whine you let out, dejected by his actions. he purses his lips after, and his eyes are all furrowed in faux disappointment.

it makes him look so mean.

simon wipes away a cascading tear before cupping your cheek.

“y’ve got to work for what y’want, pup,” he breathes out in a quiet tut. “gotta show me that y’mean it when y’say y’need daddy.”

there it was—the blatant use of your desires, crooning it like it’s a dirty secret that only the two of you are privy to. and he still looks at you with those pursed lips as though his cock didn’t twitch at the playful tone he uses, like the patronizing lilt in his words didn’t turn him on too.

but you’re so twitchy, and his sweet pup, that all that his taunts evoke is a resolute nod and a quiet puff of your breaths. simon murmurs something unintelligible, all of it is lost in the overwhelming affection it came with, before he pulls his hands away again to watch you.

make no mistake—his eyes are just as greedy as his hands. just because he is not touching you right now, at this moment, doesn’t mean simon isn’t mapping the stretch of your fat, and the ripple of your skin, and the tensing of your muscles as you ride up-up-up, until you are just hovering above the head of his cock.

you had planted your hands on the plane of his stomach, your fingers digging into his fat and you had to rip your eyes away from the beautiful sight it makes—it was always so beautiful when it’s your turn to leave a dimpling touch—to look at him. simon’s biting at his bottom lip to contain his smile. he sees the question in your eyes; the way you’re still asking for permission like the good pup you are. he lets out a quiet chuckle and gives a single nod. then, you’re dropping down.

pleasure explodes from within you, your mind pressing against the cages of your skull at the ripping intensity, and simon didn’t need to say more, do more, before you begin to ride him in earnest, using him to chase your orgasm.

he’s offered himself up to you, after all—

oh, what a good daddy he is.

[tojisun]

!! smut - minors dni; based on this absolutely delicious ask of dadbod!simon <33; fem reader

just. the way simon grips your waist and pulls you towards him, manhandling your body so you meet his thrusts. the grip along your sides, the slaps of his meaty thighs against your own, the press of his belly on your ass – it makes your toes curl, fists tightly gripping the sheets.

and the sounds. god the sounds.

it’s not just the wet slide of his cock fucking into your cunt or your squeals muffled on the pillows, but simon’s moans. simon’s dirty talking. simon calling you his pretty girl, his good girl. simon telling you how delicious your pussy is as it grips his cock.

“gonna wife you up, baby,” he grunts. “gonna- jesus- gonna tie the knot and keep you on my bed like this. keep y’r cunt stuffed. y’want that, lovie? want me to keep filling your pussy with my cock?”

simon bends down to fold himself onto you, his body draping along yours. you don’t know how but it drives his cock deeper, sliding along the sensitive bundle of nerves and kissing so deep in you. his hands are holding onto you even harder and you know you’re going to have bruises later but fuck. fuck. you can’t think of anything past the razing pleasure, overwhelming you into silence.

into submission.

“gonna ruin you for everyone else, sweetheart. gonna make sure all y’r pussy wants is me,” simon rumbles in your ear, and the promise makes you clench on his cock.

he laughs, the sound coming out so mean. “knew you’d love that.”

[tojisun]

I'M SORRY I KEEP SENDING YOU TIK TOKS

BUT OH MY GOD

DAD BOD SIMON ??????????

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8JeEXmW/

🛐👁️👁️🛐

I CREAME D I MEANI SCREAMED

dad bod simon is so dear to me (the chronicles ive written… oh to revisit them again) and this has me—

i am—

my god just imagining coming home to this simon, whose body has grown soft in his retirement, and having him pull you down and press his body to yours while he takes you there on the sofa. your legs are thrown on his sides, and he fills you up so perfectly that all you could do is babble nonsense, aching deeply to have more because, “please si? gi’me more?”

“shh,” he croons, cupping your jaw. “i’ve got you, kid.”

[tojisun]

i need more dadbod!simon

!! smut - minors dni; female reader

thinking about the way simon takes you on your knees, your hands bound on your back, your wrists held by his hand. it makes you drool, the way his strength overpowers you; the way you are suspended for him to use.

the swell of his gut sits on your pretty ass as he humps his cock in your pussy, the stretch of it so big it makes your body lock, preparing for the crescendo of your orgasm.

simon fucks you through it—slipping his cock out slowly, torturously, before pressing in deliciousy, hitting that one spot so intimately deep, you begin whimpering, all delirious from the myriad of pleasure sparking all over you. you don’t know if you want to run away from the way his cock kisses somewhere sensitive, or if you want to push back and meet his thrusts.

he grunts in his pleasure, his other hand mapping out the plane of your spine, massaging your taut muscles as though he isn’t fucking you so well. as though you haven’t been reduced to babbling mewls.

“please,” you hiccup and something in simon shifts because he’s pulling out and pulling away and no, no, wantyouwantyou-

“shh,” simon murmurs, cupping your cheek to wipe away your tears. you didn’t even realize that he’s twisted you to face him; that, even with your body turned into putty, simon was able to lift all that you are with such gentleness.

his bulk shadows you and you peer up at him with a pout, sniffling, feeling yourself run on overdrive. your appetite continues to expand, curling with a yawning desire.

“si-”

“i’ve got you, baby,” he whispers, smiling down on you in the way that makes his eyes crinkle, the lines running on the edges of his face creasing beautifully.

“okay,” you reply, giving him a wobbly smile back. “love you.”

somehow, that makes him smile even more tenderly.

“yeah,” he says, sounding so choked up himself. “love you too, baby.”

you lift your hand up to trace at the scars on his arms, swiping them up along his shoulders, before teasing the ones by his jaw. he’s so pretty. so beautiful.

simon chuckles, murmurs how ticklish it feels, and you giggle an apology before hooking your arms to his back. he shuffles, adjusting himself before you, and you wrap your legs around his waist, your muscles meeting the pudge of his sides.

it makes you squirm. it makes your heart clench with something more than desire.

retirement has never looked more beautiful on him.

simon lines his cock before your pussy again, the tip sliding along your folds in a teasing kiss.

“look at me,” he coos and you blink up at him, going warm at the realization that you’ve just been staring at his cock.

simon shakes his head with a fond laugh, his other hand falling to press on your pelvis. he still looks so serene, so besotted, even when he begins to press in.

you fist at the sheets, back arching off the bed only for simon to push you down carefully. fuck. s’too much.

“si- ah!- s’good.”

he hums, still sliding in. still not in.

he’s so big. so filling. he probably doesn’t even need to know how to fuck to make you feel good at this point.

simon giggles, the sound piercing through your haze.

oh. you said that out loud. whoops.

“so precious f’r me, love,” he grunts, and you mewl, head thrown back when you feel his pelvis finally hit yours.

god. all of it, all of him, is in.

you hiccup a moan, your toes curling from where they’re pressed on his back as simon folds himself towards you, his belly soft as it meet yours, your tits smooshed just below his.

“good?” simon asks, breathless himself.

“always,” you coo, pussy fluttering when simon’s cheeks blush.

he nuzzles his nose along your jaw and you angle your head to give him more room. simon still doesn’t move, doesn’t hump your cunt or thrust wildly.

and yet.

your pleasure continues to peak, building into the beginnings of your orgasm.

fuck. next time, you promise to yourself as you blink up at the ceiling, your mouth parted for gasped out moans, i’ll ask if i can cockwarm him next time.

this is me actually. also me. another me. and this ones me fr. god i need him!!

[tojisun]

the most important dad bod simon thought is when he’s fucking you in doggy and the swell of his gut perfectly slots into the arch if your back, heat and flesh pressing into every inch of your body as he weighs down on you, thrusts brutal and hard. it’s a perfect reminder of his presence— as if the fucking wasn’t hard enough to keep that at the forefront of your mind

jamieeeee my toes are curled!! this is so yummy im actually licking my screen idk hhhnh but absolutely!! (prev)

just. the way he surrounds you – fills you up – until you’re all heady and dizzy because he’s everywhere. overwhelming in the way he pumps his desires in you, waves of euphoric bliss tingling from where you feel him pressed up against you. the ripples of his fat and his muscles mingling with every thrust, reducing you into putty until all you could do is fist the sheets in hopes it can ground you.

the way he bears down his weight on your back while his arms, thick and strong, pull you up, suspending you on his cock. you hiccup a moan, garbling out your pleas, but simon just grunts in your ear, tells you how you’re such a good girl for taking him.

the way he fucks you in full nelson. folds you over before stuffing you up, and you cry at the dizzying pleasure. you don’t know what to focus on: his cock, rhythmic as it thrusts in you, or his arms folding you so expertly, or his stomach slotted against the small of your back, or his lap and how it cushions you amidst his rough pounding?

the way you mewl when simon wraps his hands around your wrists, the startling size difference making you clench around him. he huffs out a confused moan, nuzzling his nose on the back of your shoulder, before catching on your current fixation. he groans, guttural and packed with want, his thumbs rubbing soft touches along the inside of your wrists. “pocket-sized, aren’t cha?”

and the way you know his hold will leave bruises, hand-shaped marks around your wrists, your waist, your hips. or how your skin throbs at the bite marks he left, your neck sticky with simon’s spit but you’re too far gone to think of anything else other than the bubbling elation of knowing how much he’s marked you as his.

dear gods im sweating. i need him so bad

[tojisun]

simon 🤭🤭

YEA!! YEA OH MY GOD YEA

the imagery of the slippers is so funny but its so!!!! correct!!!!

just. simon gripping your waist and using you to get himself off – its just a bonus that you’re feeling good too, moaning as he ruts into you, crying at the rush of pleasure that makes you fist the sheets.

just. the press of his belly along your ass, the ease in the way he manhandles you-

oh this made me unwell i need him soooo bad

(ext.)

[konigsblog]

more toxic!dadbod!simon 🥺 him making you wear a Man Utd football shirt on football match days and then blaming you when the team loses also definitively the kind of man who lounges around with his hand in his boxers

tw: toxic relationship, manipulation, dub-con/non-con

t!db!simon will 100% demand for you not to wear any panties during matches, for easy access when he's frustrated. whenever the team doesn't get a goal, he forces your head down onto his sticky cock, pushing you down onto his stiff, thick shaft while degrading and humilating you, telling you it's all your fault!

he adores how easily influenced you are, how you're easy to rile up and tease. when he see's tears forming, an eerie grin forms on his face. being the sick bastard he is, he'll make you degrade yourself while stroking him, so he can humilate you further by watching your expression when his cum spurts onto your face, then slapping you back and forth while you nuzzle into his knee for forgiveness!

he bunches up your man utd shirt, fucking into your wet, raw and sore hole ruthlessly. he pounds, rams, slams and grinds into you until you're a crying, horny mess beneath his lowering, large figure. don't bother protesting against him, he knows you want it.

a brutal pace that leaves you breathless and sobbing, unable to catch you breath. to make it worse, simon will grip you by the throat for ages ‘til you slap him across the face, earning him an aggressive facial expression before deciding to fully ruin and corrupt you.

he calls you useless and worthless to wear you down, so even a little bit of validation or praise makes your eyes light up with joy. you know, you could've atleast rode him instead, but you had to be greedy and take it instead of giving it like a wife should. :((

and he definitely does lay around with his hand his boxers, would roll his eyes when you tell him to stop doing it... or face fuck you into silence!! ;3

[tojisun]

not you putting simon having a tummy on my mind PLS HAVE MERCY (⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠) how am i supposed to think of anything else now when all i want to do is to lay down on it while he plays my hair :(

(sorry for how late im replyinnn)

SIMON N HIS DAD BOD IS ALL I WANT FOR REALL!! also youre not supposed to think of anything else >:( suffer w me bc this brainworm has me on a chokehold

ughh thats so cute :((

thinkin about simon who’s fresh out of the shower, only wearing low-hanging sweats before he collapses on the bed. he throws an arm over his face to shield his eyes from the fluorescent lights, brows furrowing at the glare, before feeling the bed dip by his side.

he raises his arm and tips his head to watch as you crawl towards him, wearing his old military shirt – the fatigue green is faded and the material is stretched out, but he knows just how comfortable that shirt is so he can’t blame you for always claiming it for yourself. besides, you look fucking good in his clothes, worn out shirt and all.

“hey sweet’art,” simon mumbles before letting out a quiet ‘oof’ when you lay on top of him, your face nuzzling at his bare tummy. the action is light and ticklish, and it makes simon laugh and squirm.

you press a kiss just below his bellybutton before twisting so the side of your face is pressed on his stomach, smooshing your cheek, before flicking your heavy eyes at him.

“tired, aren’t you?” he asks, his hand coming down to play with your hair, careful of the tangles and the knots, before choosing to just pat the top of your head to play it safe.

it seems like you like the feeling anyway as he hears you let out a pleased sigh, the sound passing through the press of your teeth and landing on his bare skin. it makes the muscles on his stomach contract and you puff out a quiet giggle before deliberately huffing on his belly.

simon pretends to groan as he hides the smile biting his lips.

“it’s so cute how y’r so ticklish, si,” you finally say, your voice croaking in exhaustion.

he playfully rolls his eyes at your comment. “i probably shouldn’t’ve told you.” he trails his hand past your head to rub soothing nothings along the ridges of your shoulder blades. “y’keep exploitin’ my poor weakness.”

you poke out your tongue at simon, just a little slip of the muscle, and seeing it, paired with your smooshed cheek, makes simon break out in chuckles of his own.

fuckin’ adorable, you are.

im eating my fist rn ughhhhf i need him soooour bad

[machveil]

Simon “Ghost” Riley Fic Recommendations Pt 2🎀✨

this post will contain sfw and nsfw content - nsfw below the cut! please support the writers!! they deserve a lot of love for sharing their fics with us<3 comment, reblog, and like their posts - gonna be real, I’d just binge their blogs because let’s be honest… everything they write goes incredibly hard

SFW:

starting strong with @tojisun! hugs and kisses, have coming home to… Simon? and some subspace

can’t not include @gremlinmodetweeker and their Ghost Icks post

@simonsrileyhusband is up next with Teen!Simon helping Teen!Reader come out to their parents

a fan favourite, @khioneee’s fic about Simon’s instinct to protect

the start to a series that has ruined me, @majinbangus’s fic about Johnny getting you a ‘dog’

from @themotherofhorses, holding Simon while he cries

@simonbrain gave us Simon being good with kids

@chaosandmarigolds was fantastic and wrote Traditional!Simon Riley

@midnight-shadow-cafe, and their big, beautiful brain, served up Closer Than You Think

our lovely @xoxunhinged wrote about Simon taking you out and Simon being clumsy

aah!! @dante-mightdie is serving up some angst with Simon and BlueCollar!Simon Riley

@puff0o0 was so, so sweet and gave us kissing Simon’s gun and Simon with a cold partner

@fishsinsareacknowledged wrote about Simon destressing with you and hugging Simon

love this from @i-love-you-just-the-same, telling Simon “we’re getting married”

hi, dmitriene actually posted this as I was finishing up the masterlist so… it’s fresh!! Simon letting himself rest

and, from @leafavleo’s wonderful blog, push ups with Simon

please make sure to read content warnings (CW) and/or trigger warnings (TW)! your comfort comes first, check the fic before you read it<3

NSFW:

is it really a masterlist if I don’t include @codnasties? thought so, we’re indulging in a little Dom!Ghost taking care of his princess and CNC with Simon

@k6tzie gave us some CoD 🌽!links and Sub!Virgin!Ghost

we’re going to round back to tojisun! I might have a bias for their fics… maybe. listing them off in no particular order: DadBod!Simon Riley, Biker!Simon Riley, Simon bullying into you, Simon Riley’s breeding kink, loving sex, oral fixation, practicing for Simon and a follow up post - toji!!! love you, pookie<3

a GN! and Male!Reader writer, our beloved simonsrileyhusband again! Loser!Simon Riley x Older!Reader, Loser!Virgin!Simon, Loser!Simon Riley, Older!Simon, size kink, and sucking off Simon

hello, hello @simonrillleyyysss, we love Ghost on your period and (tbf it can be read as sfw, but it’s in nsfw just to cover my bases) sucking on Simon’s nipples

@simonriley09, smooches, Inexperienced!Simon Riley x Virgin!Reader and (specifically held off on reblogging just to put it in here first) public sex with Simon

back to simonbrain, Simon’s depraved and Simon and his harmless bird

OKAY. dante-mightdie popped off with Butcher!Simon Riley - can we make that clear? okay, Butcher!Simon Riley being a little gross, Butcher!Simon Riley taking you in the break room, camping with Butcher!Simon Riley, and Butcher!Simon Riley needs a hand

@yawnderu wrote a wonderful sex pollen fic

guess what… another sex pollen fic from @shotmrmiller

@lxvvie made my brain blue screen with grey sweatpants, little Lieutenant Riley, and it’s yours

we all clap and cheer, it’s @evilgwrl with Simon’s too big

@ghouljams… thanking you every day for Cerberus!Ghost

b-b-b- @bi-writes! mwah, Ghost doesn’t take his mask off

another one from @navybrat817 where Simon fucks you with the mask on

did someone say @dmitriene? I did! collaring Simon, Simon being gentle, and rough sex with Simon

big brain moment from @theorist-fox, Simon’s not a stallion in bed and I’m unwell for this

speaking of unwell, @lovelyghst wrote about his Jacob’s ladder

@lvrsrequ3st gave us Simon edges you

@girlyteengirlcore’s overstim with Simon fic, wonderful

Subtle Thirst by @blingblong55, tasty, yummy, scrumptious

@maskedbyghost’s fic where Simon recites his vows is so very good

so, we’re back to majinbangus… oh boy. Simon gets a bath and pulling Simon’s collar, but like, read through the series, I’m begging you

@nighttimealone wrote some humping with Simon, love to see it

“do you think you'll kill for me one day?” from @cherie-doll

@thedivinetexts gave us Simon sharing you with the 141

@khioneee wrote about Simon being too big and Simon’s voice

@beloveds-embrace wrote a little something, too heavy? never

@musouie wrote about how Simon begs

@konigsblog served up some Bull!Simon x Cow!Reader oh my god

and, last but certainly not least, an oral fixation from @fictionismyreality3