#simon ghost riley mw2

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Once you and Simon get married, you best bet this man is OBSESSED with calling you his wife.

You’re no longer listed as Y/N in his phone, you’ve now upgraded to “Mrs. Riley.” And the man couldn’t give two shits about how much he’s teased for it.

Any time he address you, you’re no longer babe, love, honey, oh no, it’s “wife, where’s the detergent?” “I missed you, Mrs. Riley.” “What would you like for dinner tonight, wifey?”

Is SUCH a proud fuckin’ husband and loves to show you off to everyone. Had the biggest shit eating grin as he introduced you as his wife to the 141. “This is my wife, Mrs. Riley.”

Will always find ways to tell people that he’s married to you. Getting his haircut? “Oh yeah, my wife likes it when I get it cut this way.”

At the supermarket? “Excuse me, my wife is trying to find this, can you tell me where I can find it?”

Getting hit on by folk at base? “Oh you like my mask? I’ll be sure to let my wifey know, she’s the one who made it for me.”

EQUALLY loves when you call him husband, or hubby. This man will never get tired of you calling him as such.

Oh, you called him Simon? Who the fuck is Simon? That’s hubby to you, sweetheart.

Sweet fuckin man just wants everyone to know what a lucky man he is that he landed you as his wifey.

[springtyme]

Simon Riley x afab!reader || Masterlist || Ghost playlist

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖! ♡ 𝟏𝟖+ ♡ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

You are being pushed deeper into the soft mattress with each of Simon’s frantic thrusts. The squeaking of the bed echoes through the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin, a frantic symphony of urgency and desire.

It is hot and raw, if not downright primal.

The angle at which he’s drilling into you is just right, each powerful thrust connecting perfectly with that sensitive spot inside you that always makes your eyes well up with tears of pleasure and drawing the softest whines of pleasure from your lips.

You are dripping wet, and the adrenaline that is pounding through your body is making everything feel a thousand times more intense.

He is so big, his immense girth stretching you in ways that make your breath hitch. Your hands grasp at the sheets, fingers tangling in the fabric as you fight to find purchase, to ground yourself amidst the waves of sensation crashing over you. The heat radiating between you both intensifies, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. You can feel the pleasure coiling within you, tightening like a spring, each movement driving it deeper.

Simon’s breath is ragged, his focus entirely on you, and the intensity in his gaze only heightens your need, his brown eyes piercing through the haze of pleasure. You arch your back, inviting him to delve deeper, urging him on with soft cries that slip through your lips effortlessly. You’re so close to the edge, and every instinct within you craves release. Simon responds to your signals, quickening his pace, the sound of the bed creaking in time with the rhythm of your bodies becoming a cadence of shared ecstasy.

The way he holds you down, powerful and possessive, sends electric jolts through your system. Your breaths come faster now, mingling with the heat of his body pressing down on you as he digs deeper into you, splitting you open for him. The air in the room feels charged, pulsating with the energy of the moment and the urgency of your intertwined desires.

With every thrust, the pleasure builds, winding tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. You can feel the exquisite tension pooling low in your belly, ready to surge forward like a dam breaking. Each thrust hits your sensitive g-spot, eliciting sharper gasps from you, each note a testament to how good he makes you feel, how he knows exactly how to push you to the brink.

If he can’t give you his love, he can give you this. You will always be greedy when it comes to him. You will always long for more from him, but you know he won’t give it. So you will take what you can get, drawing every ounce of pleasure from this moment, every fleeting second he’s willing to share. As he drives into you with unrelenting vigour, the world outside fades away, leaving nothing but the two of you, lost in this intimate moment of passion.

As he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, you feel the last tether of control slip away. You know that he is only kissing you because he’s caught up in the intensity of the moment, but you let yourself drown in it, allowing the sensation of his tongue against yours to fuel the undeniable heat pooling within you. It’s reckless and intoxicating, igniting every nerve ending as you respond hungrily to him, your bodies moving in perfect sync.

With a cry muffled by his mouth, you arch your back, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over you, pulling him with you into bliss. Your cunt is clamping down around him, your body quaking as you ride the crest of the exquisite tide crashing through you. Every ounce of tension that has built up explodes outward, sending ripples of sensation across your skin, igniting every nerve ending in a glorious conflagration of pleasure. Simon groans into the kiss, the sound vibrating through you, intensifying the pleasure that grips your body. You can feel the pulsing rhythm of him as you milk every last drop of his release.

As the aftershocks of your climax begin to settle, you feel his movements slow, yet he doesn’t pull away completely. He remains buried deep inside you, as if he’s savouring the warmth of the moment, absorbing the intimacy that envelops you both. His breathing is heavy, an erratic mirror of your own, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body, wrapping you in his strong arms, like he is anchoring himself to the moment and to you. A short, silent refuge. A place where time stands still and the world outside fades away.

You will lay here for a while, you always do, but you won’t be saying anything. A part of you is happy that you don’t. It would be too much for you, you think. It would feel too real, and it would hurt all the more in the end. The rhythm of his heartbeat against your bare skin vibrates through you as you fight the sleep that is slowly but steady creeping up on you, because you know that when you wake again he will be gone. He always is.

But you will let the sleep come, if only to savour one last heartbeat before waking to a world that feels a little emptier without him.

[konigslittleliebling]

thinking about Simon putting you in a headlock fucking you from behind and you’re just drooling because it feels so good :(

MDNI. controlled asphyxiation, doggy, rough sex :3

his prick is delicious as it drags itself back and forth through your tight cunny, slurping and suctioning him deeper so his fat cockhead punches your cervix with each thorough burial. and your cunt isn’t all that drools — gawking around his veiny width as it swallows him down, but your mouth is stretched open too; spilling saliva like a leaky tap because his dick feels so luscious slamming into your backside :(

you garble, eyes pricking with joyous tears and the deprivation of oxygen because his thick meaty arm has hooked you by the neck — capturing you in a secure headlock whilst his other arm fastens you like velcro to his front. your moans are choked and staggered, breathing laboured from the pressure on your throat but also the dizziness that’s amplified by your lightheadedness and slight circulation cut-off <33

your pillow is sodden thanks to your dribble and cries, the sheets you kneel upon dampening by the second from the juices that spew from your pussy as his fat cock continues to ram into it, pumping your cum out onto the mattress like a plunger :((

“so good, si. . .” you mewl, whimpered; little fingers clinging to his inked flesh of his flexing forearms — bicep tensing against the bobbing surface of your reddened, sweaty neck. “so so good- mm. harder~” your whines are lazy and drunken, barely audible and completely lacking in coherence. he ups his pace, hips slapping with harsher vigour against your arsecheeks, clapping bruises onto them like lewdly stamped reminders.

your pebble nipples graze the bed beneath, breasts kissing the sheets when he pushes your front further onto it, your back arching into him. he tucks you more snugly into his beefy stomach, sweat mingling with the crude sheen across your back, balls smacking your sloppy cunny whilst his spongy head massages the roof of your cunt with his agonising treatment of your hole.

your chin falls even limper than before as you gape — cumming so hard, jaws completely slack as you gasp against the crook of his thick arm. you love it when he’s rough like this, rutting into you from behind like a male in season whilst he expertly compromises your vitals. you feel faint and fragile — head spinning and vision ameliorated. you’ll continue to drool down his arm, your sticky pussy weeping down his milky shaft and all over his round heavy balls until you pass out from too much air denial :((

[emmster]

Thinking about how Simon checks for a pulse and then he doesn’t feel Johnny’s pulse

[tryingtoremembermyname]

it’s me. i’m bitches.

[neoarchipelago]

No cuz... why did i think of the Tapping out tradition in the military with Ghost?

Like, imagine the general decided to do it one day for high officers like the lieutenant and captain...

And Simon just stands there. Gaz and Soap have their family. Price his wife.

Simon has no one.

It's getting late and most part are talking to their families, others are being tapped out, their families being late and apologizing.

You just stand in your little crammed office, trying to clasify reports and you've been looking out the window now and then, looking at Simon. Your heart breaks further and further as time passes.

And then... he's pretty much alone. His team looking at each other, thinking they'll just tap him out themselves even though it'd break tradition, fuck it Simon is like their brother.

But you come rushing out of the building running to him, slightly out of breath, and you tap him out, with a smile.

He looks down, confused but a hint of gratitude in his gaze.

And for the first time, his team watches him as he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you. You're shocked but accept his hug. There's no words but you just smile before walking away, leaving Simon to watch you go, heart stammering.

[g8se]

He's having a sore throat tomorrow

[dmitriene]

just random collage of pics that remind me of simon ghost riley.

[pondsblog]

Things you've noticed Simon Riley Does...

CW: - ; no use on y/n

Simon Riley reads a lot, but he does it so well...? He lays propped up on the couch bare arms spread wide over the armrest and back of the navy couch. In his hand is a book -he is almost done you'd notice - but his bare skin is so much better. His skin is pale, freckles, scars, and tattoos are like art.

Simon Riley is expressive, his whole face shows his emotion from His ear where he blushes bright pink to the wrinkles are clearer with how he scrunches his brows. You call his name and get a low rumbly 'hmm'. His eyes flick to you, full of love. His tongue runs over his lips so much his lips stay soft and pink. If he sees you staring he shoots you a smile, it's boyish yet calm.

Simon Riley talks a lot in the shower. He rumbles about the restaurant's food or whatever bothered him about the said restaurant. Or mumble about how the supermarket didn't have his favorite bread. All while you are doing you're nightly routine; you hear all about his recent book or other projects he completed, his favorite is critiquing a book to the very commas.

<3

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Cat Dad!Simon

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So it was, you would pet-sit Ruthie while Ghost was deployed to whatever corner of the world that was crawling with terrorists this time. He tried to warn you that Ruthie might be cute and cuddly now but she’s a devil in disguise. You, of course, laughed him off, scratched under Ruthie’s chin and said, “Her? No, she’s an absolute angel.” You giggled while Ruthie purred and chirped at you. He tried to ignore the way his stomach flipped at the sound of your giggle. Ghost had shrugged, given you Ruthie’s veterinarian contact just in case of emergencies, told you her feeding routine and wished you luck. He would be surprised if Ruthie’s attitude didn’t run you off.

So when he returned home, he expected to get the usual talk about how Ruthie is a spoiled brat (which she is) and that they won’t be pet-sitting for him again (good riddance, Ruthie deserves better). But instead, when he knocked on your flat door, you opened it up and Ruthie was in your arms like a baby. All content and purring with the sweater she had on since the temperature lately had taken a dip. “Oh! You’re back.” You say, clearly in shock at his sudden arrival. Did he forget to text you that he had gotten back and was coming to pick up Ruthie? Fuck, he must have. He nods.

You glance at Ruthie with a smile, “She’s been just an absolute angel.” You say as you pet his ugly hairless cat who is also a traitor for being such a darling for you and a menace for everyone else including him. “I hope you don’t mind that I got her a few sweaters to wear, you didn’t give me any since we weren’t expecting the temperature to drop.” Ghost finally takes in the details on the sweater, its pink with the word ‘princess’ bedazzled on the back. It’s so ugly. It’s perfect.

When you hand him Ruthie, your skin grazes his and he feels absolutely pathetic at the way his body reacts to sudden human contact. It’s not the way he would normally react, pulling away and putting distance. No. He wants to be closer, to take more of your warmth and to take the clear love you have for Ruthie and send some of it his way. Would you look at him with the same love if he showed you his ugly self? He hopes so. “Well, if you’re just back from deployment, you should come over for dinner.” You say and he blinks, pulled from whatever line of thought that way. “Or if you don’t-“

“What time?” He asks and you smile at him, bright and cheery. He glances down at Ruthie and wonders if this little devil planned this.

[k4marina]

simon“ghost”riley x fem!reader

warnings: none, spelling/grammer possibly

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“you should wear a suit more often, you look nice.”

your freshly manicured hand held the wine glass up to your lips. the expensive red wine had a rich scent. the bartender had something about it being made in the 1920s, but you didn’t pay much attention and focused on how your lieutenant looked tonight.

simon wore a nicely fitted three piece suit. it was black with thin white stripes coming down vertically. he wore a off white, almost light blue dress shirt and a black tie.

he had forgone his signature mask seeing that it didn’t fit the mood for tonight. his clean shaven face and sharp jawline was on display for everyone. a few women had already tried to flirt with him when he had gone up to the bar.

he reminded you of those models in those magazines you got sent in the mail. except, simon looked way better than them.

he eyes mirrored yours, swirling with mischief. “don’t start what you can’t finish, love.” he adjusted his posture, leaning back in his seat and spreading his legs open.

fucking prick.

“whatever do you mean?” you feigned ignorance, batting your lashes at him with doe eyes. if he was going to make you squirm then why couldn’t you do the same to him?

he let out something that sounds like a mix of a grunt and a growl. simons eyes raked over you. you wore a black dress with off the shoulder puff sleeves with a sweetheart neckline. the dress reached floor length, hugging your curves in the right places. your hair was styled nicely to show off your neck and the diamond necklace that dipped low into the valley of your breast.

“my eyes are up here.”

his brown eyes flickered to yours, amused at your confidence. “what? is it wrong for me to look at something i like?”

heat creeped up your neck and to your ears. what a fucking flirt. god, he was so smug which didn’t help make him any less attractive.

“i never said it was wrong to look, just..” your eyes trailed along the ballroom filled with wealthy elites and tycoons all enjoying themselves and the luxuries of their lives. “maybe not in the middle of a packed ballroom.”

his lips pulled back to a smirk. he lifts his glass up to his lips, keeping eye contact and took a sip of his bourbon.

“you suggesting somewhere more private?”

you shrugged, “i’m not opposed to the idea of that.” he leaned over, forearms on the table, mirroring your stance. your faces were just a few inches away. you could smell the bourbon and his cologne on him.

“so what do you say?”

“i say you two need to pipe down.”

you rolled your eyes, “is that so gaz?”

“for the love of christ, stop flirtin’ your gonna make me gag.” your earpiece slightly vibrated as he spoke.

“hello to you too, soap.” you and simon sat back down in your original positions.

“don’t “hello” me while you two eye-fuck each other from across the table-“

“that’s enough, mctavish.” simon grunted.

another voice piped up, “you muppets better start paying attention. you’re on a mission — not a date.”

—

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Best friend!Simon, who’d been in your life since you both were in primary school, the two of you becoming fast friends after he protected you from a pack of bullies.

Best friend!Simon, who never left your side when the two of you were together, the both of you always being attached at the hip.

Best friend!Simon, who shared a pinky promise with you on the playground one day that you two would get married in the future, and he swore up and down that he’d be the best husband you’d ever have.

Best friend!Simon, who never forgot the taste of your bubblegum chapstick when you shared your very first kiss with him in middle school, hiding away in the local park away from his family.

Best friend!Simon, who shyly took your virginity the night before he left for basic, whispering sweet nothings and promises of his return to you throughout the entire night.

Best friend!Simon, who told you he’d always and will always love you as he pressed a kiss to your temple before leaving your house the next morning.

Best friend!Simon, who wrote you as much as he could while he was deployed, your constant letters being the thing he looked forward to most after a long mission.

Best friend!Simon, who lost touch with you for nearly a decade after his family died, but not a day went by that he didn’t think of you.

Best friend!Simon, who laid eyes on you at a local supermarket one day after returning home from deployment, and he could’ve sworn everything he’d ever felt for you come rushing to the surface, even after all this time.

Best friend!Simon, who found himself enamored the beautiful person you’d grown into, hanging on every word you spoke as the two of you sat at a bar the following night.

Best friend!Simon, who found it effortless to fall in love with you once again, and knew in his heart that you were it for him.

Best friend!Simon, who had no hesitation when he asked you to marry him two years later, who couldn’t help the elated smile that lined his lips when you’d said yes.

~

Husband!Simon, who smiled to himself one night late in bed as you laid softly against his chest sound asleep. A sense of contentment swirling in his chest as he realized he’d fulfilled his childhood promise to you after all..

*excuse my posting spam of crappy writing lately, been back hard in my Simon era, trying to get into my writing again*

[springtyme]

𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ♡

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖! 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

Since you and Simon started dating he has, with your help, developed a bit of a dad bod. You can’t help but long for his new figure to fully live up to it's name, and it turns out Simon wants the same...

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You sink deeper into the couch, encased in the warmth of Simon’s embrace. His sturdy arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer while the gentle hum of the TV fills the quiet space. His breath is steady, a comforting rhythm that lulls you into a sense of safety as you melt into his body as you lay against him. 

You are not particularly interested in the program he is watching, you just enjoy the comforting feeling of him holding you, his giant body enveloping you, making you feel safe and secure. You smile softly, recalling how Simon’s once-chiselled granite abs have now been padded with a soft, little layer of fat. 

Initially, he was all defined muscles and sharp angles, everything about him radiating confidence and vigour. But as your connection deepened, so did his affection for late-night takeout, cosy evenings spent together,  and especially, for your cooking. 

There is something incredibly appealing about the way his body has changed, making him feel more approachable and warm—exuding a charm that somehow makes him all the more enticing to you.

With a playful smile, you let your fingers trace the lines of his form, feeling the gentle curve of his belly beneath your touch. The way he fills out his clothes now gives him an air of relaxed confidence—it almost makes you feel giddy. He is still incredibly fit, but you have added this little layer of love to him that speaks of comfort and shared moments. 

Each meal you cook for him, each dessert you insist he try, painted a soft layer over the etched definition of his body. It is as if love has woven its way through his muscles, binding him closer to you with every shared bite and laugh.

Simon shifts slightly, adjusting his hold on you, and you can feel the warmth radiate from him. He catches you staring and turns his gaze down toward you, a playful glint in his eyes. “What are you smirking about?” he asks, a teasing tone laced in his voice. You can’t help but giggle, your fingers now absentmindedly tracing patterns against his arm. 

“Just admiring the view,” you reply with a coy smile.    

Simon looks down at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re the one who keeps feeding me,” he quips back, a smirk breaking across his lips. 

“And you love it,” you counter, your tone playful yet confident. “Besides, I can’t help it if I want you to know what real cooking tastes like.”

He chuckles, that deep, rumbling sound that reverberates through your chest and sends warmth shooting through you. “I suppose you’re right about that. But admit it, you’ve turned me into a softy,” he murmurs, his tone light but sincere.

“Only because you’ve made it impossible to resist you,” you respond, glancing up at him with a smirk. The air between you feels charged with warmth. “The whole ‘dad bod’ thing you got going on, is very, very sexy.” Your voice taking on a sultry rasp as you emphasise the words, feeling a flush coursing through your body. 

Simon’s eyes darken slightly, stirring something deep within you. “Is that so?” he replies, feigning nonchalance as he raises an eyebrow. “A ‘dad bod’, huh?” 

You nod, leaning in closer, your breath mingling with the warmth of his skin. “Mhm,” you whisper. The way he emphasised the term made your heart race. Maybe it’s just because you’re currently ovulating, but you have been fantasising a lot lately and this moment only intensifies those thoughts. 

The warmth of him, the way he holds you, it’s all so comforting yet exhilarating. You can’t help but picture him with a little chubby baby nestled in his strong, bulky arms, how perfect he would look in that role. It makes you go absolutely feral. But you have not yet been brave enough to discuss this with him yet.    

“Wouldn’t I have to be a dad to have a dad body?” His teasing tone lingers in the air, and you can’t help but feel a surge of boldness at his question. 

The thought of Simon as a father—strong, gentle, and completely devoted—flashes through your mind like a vivid dream. The image of him cradling a little one, the way he would be so protective and devoted to do everything different from how he grew up, how he would make sure your home would be so full of love, sends a thrill racing down your spine.

“Maybe,” you reply, suddenly feeling almost shy. 

Simon shifts again, a newfound intensity in his gaze. “Maybe?” he echoes. There’s a flicker of something so intense in his gaze it gives you goosebumps. 

“Well,” you begin, your voice falling a touch lower as you muster the courage to speak around the flutter in your chest. “I think I would like you to be… if you want to be.” 

You feel the warmth of your confession linger in the air, both exhilarating and terrifying. The thought of bringing a child into the world together—a small reflection of your love, sharing every joyous moment with Simon—makes your heartbeat quicken.

 You can feel how his entire body stiffens against you. Simon’s expression shifts, caught between surprise and something deeper, a flicker of vulnerability as he processes your words. He opens his mouth to respond, then pauses, searching your eyes as if gauging the weight of this conversation. You take a steadying breath, your heart racing, waiting for his reaction. 

But then he surges forward, his lips crashing against yours, igniting a spark that sends a wave of warmth through every nerve in your body. The kiss is both passionate and tender, a collision of emotions that leaves you breathless. You instinctively melt into him, your lips moving in perfect harmony as you feel the world around you fading away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate bubble.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling in the charged air. His eyes search yours, reflecting a mix of surprise, desire, and a growing sense of affection that warms you from the inside out.

“You really mean that?” he asks, his voice a low murmur, as if afraid to break the moment. The intensity in his gaze makes your heart race even faster.

You nod slowly, feeling the weight of your feelings settling in your chest. “I do,” you admit, your voice steady despite the thrill coursing through you. “I can’t help but picture it… becoming a family.”

He watches you intently, a flicker of something deep and genuine lighting up his features. “I’ve thought about it too,” he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper, shimmering with honesty. “I didn’t know if you’d ever want that. Or if I’d be good enough at it...”

Your heart swells at his admission. “Of course you will, Si.” 

“You really think so?” His gaze flickers away for just a moment, vulnerability woven into his expression.

“I know so,” you reply firmly, reaching up to cup his cheek, urging him to look at you.

“You’re going to be amazing,” he says, the sincerity in his eyes igniting a warmth in your chest that feels almost overwhelming. “I can’t imagine anyone better to do this with than you. And you're going to look so beautiful. ” he places a hand on your abdomen like if you already have a little one in there, the warmth of his palm contrasting with the cool air around you. “Can’t wait to see it happen,” he murmurs. 

You feel your core tightening, the idea of him wanting to see you swell with your child makes it pulse between your legs, igniting a fierce desire deep within you, so raw and primal. 

“Then let’s make it happen,” you whisper, feeling a rush of confidence surge through you. Your words hang heavy in the air between you and you can see the fire igniting in Simon’s eyes.

He grips you slightly tighter, as if holding you will somehow solidify the promise of this shared future. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he says, his words laced with a mix of awe and deep, feral desire.

“Then show me,” you challenge Simon’s eyes darken even more, a potent mix of affection and desire swirling within them. He studies you for a moment, as if trying to decipher the depths of your challenge, and then a slow, seductive smile spreads across his lips.

In a flash, he rises with you against him, your legs wrapping around his waist as he turns, pressing you back against the couch. The heat of his body envelops you, his warmth mixing with a potent urgency that fills the air, a dance of desire igniting between you.

The warmth spreads through you, igniting every nerve ending as he hovers above you, his weight a deliciously reassuring presence. You can feel your heart racing, the thrill of what’s to come making every second stretch into eternity.

His gaze is locked onto yours, deep and intense, as if he's searching for something within your soul. “Are you sure about this?” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire, a hint of hesitation lingering in his tone.

You nod, breathless, your body responding instinctively to his every move. “I’ve never been more sure of anything, Simon,” you whisper, your fingers curling around the back of his neck, drawing him closer.

With a growl that reverberates in his chest, he leans down, capturing your lips again in a searing kiss that sends sparks shooting through you. His hands explore your sides, drawing gentle lines along your curves, igniting every nerve as he takes his time, savouring every moment. Each stroke of his fingers feels electric, each press of his body against yours reaffirming the connection that has been building between you.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathes against your mouth, his hands moving to cradle your face as he pulls back slightly to gaze deep into your eyes, as if he can see every unspoken thought and dream reflected there. The sincerity in his voice settles warmly in your heart, making you feel cherished and adored in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

“Simon…” the sound of your voice is thick with emotion. His name carries promise, a blend of want and affection that binds you tighter, pulling you both closer to the precipice of a shared future.

He lowers his lips to your neck, trailing soft kisses along your skin, igniting a trail of heat in their wake. The sensation makes you gasp, every muscle in your body tightening. His kisses turn more fervent, his hands wandering, exploring the curve of your waist, the swell of your hips as you arch into him, craving contact.

“Tell me what you want,” he rasps, his breath hot against your skin, sending delicious shivers coursing through you. The primal need in his voice fuels the fire between you, stripping away any lingering doubts.

“I want you,” you confess, instinctively lifting your body in response to his presence, wanting him to know just how much you crave him, body and soul. “I want all of this… with you.” Your voice is sultry, dripping with desire, and the rawness of your confession sends a thrill down your spine.

It’s a fervent dance as you shred each other of your clothing. Simon’s hands are rough yet tender as they explore the contours of your body, mapping every curve with a reverence that sends waves of pleasure rippling through you. He watches you with a fierce intensity that makes your heart race—his gaze trained on you as if you’re the only thing that matters in the universe right now.

With a predator’s grace, Simon shifts his weight and captures your lips in a fiery kiss, his hands roaming over your thighs as he revels in the softness of your skin. The kiss deepens, igniting a wild need that surges through you, compelling you to wrap your legs more tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer as you lose yourselves in each other.

 His hands grip your waist, guiding you, as he presses against you, every inch of his body fitting perfectly against yours. His cock, teasing the entrance of your dripping core, sends a shockwave of desire coursing through you. You feel the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach, a spiralling intensity begging to be unleashed.

“Simon,” you breathe out, the need in your voice raw and palpable, each syllable laced with impatience.

He pulls back slightly, his gaze piercing into yours, searching for any hint of hesitation. But all he finds reflected back at him is an insatiable yearning. “Are you sure?” he asks again, his voice a low growl that sends a thrill through you.

“You have no idea,” you whisper, your body aching for his touch, the chemistry between you two electric. “I want you—now.”

With a low chuckle that rumbles in his chest, he leans in closer, capturing your lips with a fervour that steals your breath. He kisses you with heat, fervently devouring your mouth as if trying to consume all of your essence. His hands grip your thighs, squeezing gently as he positions himself against you, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

A shiver runs through you at the sensation, a blend of anticipation and need coiling tighter within you. You arch your back instinctively, craving the fullness of him, the connection that promises everything you’ve dared to dream of.

“Please,” you murmur, the intensity in your voice barely a whisper, yet it hangs in the air like a charged promise.

Simon’s eyes darken, a primal hunger flickering in their depths as he leans closer, brushing his lips against yours with a teasing slowness that makes your heart race. “You have no idea how much you turn me on,” he rasps, his breath warm and throaty against your skin.

“Then show me,” you repeat, your voice dripping with unabashed desire, a challenge that both excites and terrifies you.

With a low growl, he accepts your challenge, guiding himself into you slowly, allowing you to feel the exquisite stretch as he fills you. The sheer size of him ignites a fire within you, every inch sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body as well as a dull yet delicious sting. You gasp, arching your back to meet him, instinctively wanting more, needing every part of him to complete you.

 Each inch pushes deliciously against you, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating throughout your body. A mix of pleasure and relief spilling from your lips as he finally sinks fully inside, filling you completely.

The way Simon holds you feels primal—a perfect intermingling of strength and love. Your breath hitches as you adjust to his size. The sensation is overwhelming, a rush of pleasure that sends stars dancing behind your closed eyelids.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust. “So tight, so perfect. I’ll never get used to how perfect you feel.” 

He holds still for a short moment, letting you adjust to his presence, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. The connection between you two feels electric, an unbreakable bond woven from both desire and emotion. “You okay?” he asks, his voice low and husky, a hint of concern mingling with the raw desire that fills the air.

“Yes, just… need you to move,” you breathe, the heat coiling within you so tightly it threatens to snap at any moment.

With a nod of understanding and a feral glint in his eyes, he begins to move, each thrust controlled yet fervent, each push connecting you further. He knows your body, knows how to tease and draw out every moan, every gasp. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, the waves of pleasure rolling over you like a tide as he fills you completely.

“God, you feel amazing,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your face, as he gains a steady rhythm—hard yet gentle, igniting every nerve in your body. You can feel the overwhelming desire pulsating between you, the intoxication of your shared intimacy washing over you like a tidal wave.

With every thrust, the world outside fades; all that matters is the sound of his breathing, the feeling of his body against yours, and the connection deepening with every moment. Your bodies move together, entwined in a dance of passion that feels almost primal, a testament to the bond you’ve built and the love you share.

“More,” you plead, your voice laced with urgency as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The tension coiling in your stomach is like a rubber band pulled taut, ready to snap. “I need more, Simon. Please.”

“Say it again,” he growls, his hands gripping your hips, anchoring you as he drives deeper, his body moving with an unyielding force that sends you spiralling further into desire.

“More,” you whisper, your eyes locking onto his, a fire igniting in your core as his thrusts come harder, more urgent, every movement precise and electric. You feel yourself losing control, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. “Please, need you to give me a baby, Si,” you cry out, your toes curling

“F-uuck, baby,” he groans, his voice low and gravelly as he leans closer, his lips brushing against your neck, planting gentle kisses that heighten the sensations coursing through you. “I’m going to make you mine,” he growls, his deep voice laced with insatiable desire. “You want that, don’t you? Want to feel me buried deep within, filling you up until there’s no turning back? You want me to make you a mother, huh? To let me become a dad?” His words are raw, thick with longing.

“Y-yes,” you gasp, unable to resist the overwhelming heat in his tone. “Please, Simon, just please...”

He responds with a low, primal sound that ignites your senses. His movements grow more insistent and powerful as you clutch him tightly, your nails digging into his skin while he drives into you with a force that steals your breath away. Each thrust sends electric sensations coursing through your body, making you hunger for more. The room is alive with your shared moans and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, the air saturated with the intoxicating mix of sweat and passion.

You can feel the tension building within you, a delicious pressure ready to burst. “I’m so close, Simon. Please, don’t stop,” you whimper, your voice trembling with longing. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you, pushing you ever closer to the brink of bliss.

Simon becomes a whirlwind of energy, his grunts transforming into primal growls as he responds to your urging. Each thrust sends his intensity soaring, his body connecting with yours in a rhythm that feels utterly consuming. Your world narrows to this moment, this feeling, every sense heightened and electrified. The pressure within you tightens, coiling like a spring ready to snap, and with each thrust, Simon drives you deeper into euphoria.

“Doing so good, baby” he praises, his breath hot against your ear. “Taking my cock so fucking perfectly.” His voice drops to a husky whisper, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel his heartbeat pounding in time with yours, a primal rhythm binding you together.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” you gasp, the heat pooling at the base of your stomach, making you dizzy with need. Simon’s hands grip your hips possessively as he pulls you closer, anchoring you to him.

“Good,” he growls, the very sound embodying all the desire swirling around you. “Let it happen. I want to see you shatter for me. I want you to come on my cock before I give you my baby.”

With one final thrust, the coil within you snaps, and pleasure explodes through you like fireworks. Every nerve ending ignites as waves of ecstasy wash over you, pulling Simon with you into the abyss of bliss. You cry out, the sound raw and unfiltered, matching the intensity of the moment. Your cunt squeezes tight around him, milking his hot release as he groans deeply, as he keeps thrusting rope after rope of warm cum deep into your womb with a fervour and desperation that matches your own. The world fades away, leaving only the two of you wrapped in this intimate moment of heat and desire.

As the waves of pleasure subside, you both collapse, breathless and spent as he pulls you tight against his chest, his cock still inside you. The room is still thick with the remnants of your connection, the air heavy with warmth and satisfaction. You can feel Simon’s rapid heartbeat against you and how it’s slowly slowing to a more steady rhythm as he holds you close, his fingers tracing soft patterns on your naked skin.

After a few moments of silence, you finally find your voice, a playful smile creeping onto your lips. “So, you really want to become a daddy, huh?”

He lets out a strained sound, something between a chuckle and a groan and you feel how his, by now half softened, cock twitches slightly inside of you from your words. Simon’s eyes flash with a possessive glint as he tuck. “Mhm, and I want to make you a mom. You’re gonna look so fucking beautiful carrying our child.” His voice is low and thick with emotion, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You can practically feel the heat radiating off him as his words sink in. The deep longing in his voice, mixed with the raw intimacy of the moment, tightens your chest with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. “Really?” you ask, your tone teasing yet laced with genuine curiosity. 

Simon’s gaze sharpens, his grip on you firm and reassuring as he nods. “Without a doubt. And I’m going to take so good care of you. His tone is sincere, laced with a vulnerability that draws you closer still.

The gravity of his words wraps around you like a warm blanket, filling you with a sense of safety—a promise of a future you hadn’t dared to imagine before this moment.

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