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⚠️ content warning: consensual somno play (previously agreed upon)

he's been away for a while now. you did know how dangerously hectic his schedule gets, you know he can't contact you when he's fighting for his life but like can someone explain that to your hormones? why are you so fucking horny at what 6am? you haven't even opened you eyes but you know it's him as the scent of gunpowder and so him fills the room. you sigh of relief feeling him kiss the back of your head. you've been sleeping on your stomach, yes it's bad for your back but the sleep hits different so a win is a win. what's better is feeling him cup your cunt. he didn't expect that your shorts would be soaked though. he knows you skip undies for comfort purposes but goddamn this is best thing to come home to. you have had the consent talk ages ago, asked him to wake you up with a different kind of stretch and now that he's back from months and months of continuous dystopia, he'll finally be home, in home. he works his zip down, too tired to even get naked, he needs you. and god knows you do too, even if you're barely conscious. although you're obscenely wet it's always a delicious struggle for him to fill you completely. he takes his time though, can't risk his darling waking up this soon. he's thumbing your cl¡t, doesn't even have to struggle to find her, he knows you and your body by default now darling. he's trying not to say fuck it and just slide completely in because he knows it burns and you'll catch him dead before he hurts you. he gently slides his tip in, biting a guttural growl at the sheer force of him trying not to come. a sound similar to a whimper rather than a groan leaves your mouth at the relief of finally feeling the stretch. this was a test for his barely there patience and once he's completely in he rests his body on top of you more tired than horny. “missed you,” he whispers into the curve of your shoulder. and with his cock still nestled deep inside you, he lets himself fall asleep, holding you like you’re the only safe thing left in the world.

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simon's darling though not necessarily outspoken never let's anyone speak over her or disrespect her in any way. she's feisty and sarcastic. she matches his dry humour. she doesn't go looking for trouble or fights but isn't someone to back down if it comes to that. simon basks in it. the first thing he noticed was your glossed lips when he saw you for the first time and he almost spiralled because how can a mere straw of your coffee cup be luckier than him. he loves your mouth for a different reasons now (yes that AND how mouthy you are). he knows you can protect yourself against the fragile ego of other men who can't bear an opinionated and outspoken woman, but he'll never let anyone get to you, you're his woman, yes you can fight but you wouldn't have to, what kind of man let's his darling handle stuff like that?

he doesn't outwardly say it but seeing you argue does things to him, makes his cock twitch and not in a disrespectful 'her anger is cute' way but more of a 'she knows how to speak up for herself' and that's the hottest thing to him. you go fight the patriarchy darling your feminist boyfriend got your back.

i got tired of the sweet innocent reader x mean simon narrative because it's just not relatable to me, so here's a very self indulgent word vomit.

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i feel like writing something based on this, like an actual fic with more than 2k words

Dating Simon and fully believing he’s gonna be rough and unforgiving the first time you have sex purely off your own hypothesis. And you’re shocked when it finally happens and he’s gentle. So soft and vulnerable. Holding you tight against him while he stares into your eyes, mumbling how beautiful you are.

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(⚠️: implied sexting)

you've been teasing him all day. answering his texts with unhinged horny replies. not that he was pissed, but he was in public darling. simon had asked you if he could go out with soap and gaz for some drinks at their place and ofc you agreed that he should go have some fun. what you didn't consider was you being in your ovulation phase. he's rushing home to you now and how could he not after he saw how wet you were. poor guy popped a boner instantly. once he's home you jump on him and he's as eager as you are, kissing you deep and sloppy. he'll punish you later. he just needs you rn. once y'all make it to bed, you waste no time straddling his thighs. you're wet enough for him to slide in easily but he still makes sure like always. once he has made sure you're fine and on board he makes you sink on him in go, resulting in groans of pleasure of you both. "why don't you prove you've got the bite to match the bark? bounce on it like you've been wanting to, darling." and bouncing you do. he helps you get closer to the relief you're chasing. eagerly pleasuring your nipples and rubbing and flicking your c!it. you're clenching so good darling, he's losing his mind, but your pleasure comes first. he feels you close when you get sloppy. "please, si." "please what my darling?"

he knows what you want but he'll only give you once you say it.

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you don't really know where the seed of insecurity took place in your brain but it's roots are so in deep you can't do anything about them. it's not that you can't moan, you want to but you also don't want to ruin your boyfriend's mood. everything about your relationship is new and you don't really have much of an experience in bed so you hold back the sounds of pleasure that try to escape your throat everytime because you're scared, so scared that he'll not like how you sound. you never initiate things in the fear of being too needy. what you don't know is that it's driving your boyfriend crazy. you're the love of his life, someone he's willing to die and kill for and not hearing your voice while he's pleasuring you makes him think he's.. not enough. that doesn't stop him from giving it his all.

it's a normal evening, you and him cuddling on the couch. though now you don't remember how you're on your back with his face between your legs, lapping at your cl¡t like he needs it more than you do. you're holding your voice back, biting every whimper and moan instead of focusing on the pleasure. "you okay baby? want me to continue?" he asks because he's unsure now, you want it right? he doesn't want to hurt or force you and the nod you give isn't enough for him. "use your words, pretty". if you speak now you might let a whimper slip so you take deep breaths, "yes, please, don't stop" you manage to squeak out. with the verbal consent he's back at it with urgency this time. his longest finger rubs around your slit causing you to writhe and bite your bottom lip so hard you think you taste blood. "can I?" he rumbles between his licks, and you know better than to just nod "please, ..please" you beg and he slowly enters his digit in your warm heat leaving you to arch under his ministrations. his tongue swirling around your puffed clit as he curls his finger in, its too much but not enough, your fingers grasp his hair to ground yourself though you don't get a chance to breath as he enters another, cooing sweet nothings, you're overwhelmed as he keeps a steady pace, he's desperate to hear you, to know he's doing good. your grip on his hair causes him to moan around you and you let a whimper slip, he freezes, you freeze too. just when you're about to spiral, he kisses you so hard it's like teeth clashing, you don't get to overthink as you taste yourself on his tongue and he starts to curl his fingers in you again. he keeps his pace steady though all he wants rn is to hear you moan because goddamn that whimper leaving your pretty little mouth had him cum in his pants if he hadn't controlled himself. he trails kisses along your thighs, then makes you hold them as he adds the pleasure of his tongue on your bud to the pleasure his fingers are giving you and all you can do is writhe and gasp as he knocks the breath out of you by finding the spot that drives you insane. "I'm so close" you gasp out and the way he growls in response around your clit has you arching. his constant movements push you to the edge and as your vision whitens, you gush out around his fingers moaning his name and he helps you ride it out. the after effect is that you're shaking, rightfully so. once you've calmed down you realise simon hasn't lifted his face, you gather last bits of strength to lift his face up to see he's.. embarrassed? and when you ask if he's okay, he confesses, "i.. came, you moaned my name for the first time and it made me-" you don't know how to process his words, they somehow heal your insecurity and drive you crazy with arousal at the same time.

here's a plate of smut y'all requested, it's rushed and not my best but yes snjdj, not proofread and also if there are any mistakes please hmu bc english isn't my first language. likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

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guys how do you feel about fem!gf reader who's insecure of her moans x bf!simon ghost riley who's spiralling thinking he's not giving her the pleasure she deserves.

(will write it if this post hits 100 notes)

(update, click here to read it!)

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he can feel your stares. he's been in the military his whole life, ofc he's hyperaware of his surroundings. but he also knows why his lovely wife is gulping everytime his biceps flex, he tracks your cycle because ofc he does, how else will he know how to take care of you and your physical and emotional needs otherwise. knows you're ovulating and decides to be a lil shit about it. not his fault darling, he's just helping you around the house, it's just too hot for him to wear a shirt darling, (he loves the way you're so obsessed with his body). for someone who has been insecure of his scars his whole life your eyes and attention make him love them too.

and when you finally have enough of his teasing, he's matching your fervor. letting you take whatever you need, he, your husband, aims to please darling.

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MY FIRST 2K !!! ofc it was a very self indulgent post. I've been thinking about alpha!simon a lot, might write something later, read ovulating reader and her clever husband here :

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he can feel your stares. he's been in the military his whole life, ofc he's hyperaware of his surroundings. but he also knows why his lovely wife is gulping everytime his biceps flex, he tracks your cycle because ofc he does, how else will he know how to take care of you and your physical and emotional needs otherwise. knows you're ovulating and decides to be a lil shit about it. not his fault darling, he's just helping you around the house, it's just too hot for him to wear a shirt darling, (he loves the way you're so obsessed with his body). for someone who has been insecure of his scars his whole life your eyes and attention make him love them too.

and when you finally have enough of his teasing, he's matching your fervor. letting you take whatever you need, he, your husband, aims to please darling.

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it's just one of those days where every little thought in your head reminds you of him. there's no feeling worse than breaking up on good terms because now you're left with shit ton of memories and what ifs. maybe if you resented him or if he had given you atleast one reason to hate him maybe just maybe then you wouldn't have spent days crying, maybe then you wouldn't have compared every guy to him, maybe then you wouldn't have shut the door of your heart to someone else. all these maybes and what ifs have become your constant companions, and you hate every second of it. it would've been so much better to not know him at the first place because grieving the loss of your relationship is weighing you down.

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to be loved is to be seen. simon sees you darling. and he loves everything he sees. he loves the way your eyes crinkle when you smile the widest. he loves how you doll yourself up with your 'getting ready' playlist. he also loves the days when you're in your black hoodie and messy bun era. he loves when you're having a sugar rush. he loves when you yap. he loves when you're quieter, tired, seeking him and the comfort. simon sees, observes, obsesses and loves you. you're everything he's ever wanted. everything that makes you, you be it good or bad, he loves it all.

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divider by @nicodefresas

he's used to having complete control on everything. he's used to be barking orders and people obeying. but with you riding him so eagerly, control be damned. he would've sat there watching you roll your hips if he wasn't on the edge. he usually isn't vocal but right now he's so lost in pleasure to care about the sounds leaving from the back of his throat. he wants to hold your hips and dictate the pace, to be the one in control, but his darling is bouncing in a way that can only be described as needy and he just gives in. let's the pleasure engulf him entirely. you're so beautiful. the messy hair, those sweet moans and whimpers, your cute t¡ts that are bouncing with you, your strech marks that look like something god took time creating, call him obsessed, he'll smirk and nod because yes, he is obsessed and in love.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

SIMON GHOST RILEY, john price, sukuna, nanami, geto, sanemi, your fav

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he's used to having complete control on everything. he's used to be barking orders and people obeying. but with you riding him so eagerly, control be damned. he would've sat there watching you roll your hips if he wasn't on the edge. he usually isn't vocal but right now he's so lost in pleasure to care about the sounds leaving from the back of his throat. he wants to hold your hips and dictate the pace, to be the one in control, but his darling is bouncing in a way that can only be described as needy and he just gives in. let's the pleasure engulf him entirely. you're so beautiful. the messy hair, those sweet moans and whimpers, your cute t¡ts that are bouncing with you, your strech marks that look like something god took time creating, call him obsessed, he'll smirk and nod because yes, he is obsessed and in love.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

SIMON GHOST RILEY, john price, sukuna, nanami, geto, sanemi, your fav

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everyone and everything has a limit. you tried everything under the roof to ignore this gnawing ache in your chest but nothing helps because you want and need comfort. comfort being your boyfriend who's on a mission. what would you not give to be in his arms right now. but this is the price you pay for being in a relationship with a lieutenant.

just as you're about to spiral a call comes through. with your non existent social life you know it's him. your simon. you pick it up without hesitation and as he says "hello my darling" in his thick British accent your bottom lip wobbles. you feel pathetic for crying and he's caught off guard, though unprepared simon doesn't panic. "missed me that much huh?" he says huffing a laugh. "asshole" is what you reply and he smirks. simon isn't a person of many words but for you he'll try. he lets you finish crying encouraging to let it all out. "you know i gotchu, baby."

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submissive in the way a livestock guardian dog is submissive to the sheep it kills wolves for

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 500 likes!

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you hate how every thought just leads you to him. it's not like you've never been in a relationship before or have not hooked up before but that tall brooding man (was his name simon? you don't even remember) has taken over every thought and feeling these days. it's been a week since you first (and last) met him. you would've been intimidated by him had he not been respectful and ignorant. i think his ignorance and non chalant aura is what caught your attention. how a man surrounded by other men looked bored or was that loneliness? the being attracted to twisted and dark broken things will cause you a lot but that's a problem for another day for now you take a shot of courage and make your way to him. you wouldn't have approached him if you were completely sober, the shot making your voices seem like a distant thought. you stand besides him and the entire group turns their attention to you, you're already regretting your decision. not like you made good decisions but were they always this bad?

you look at him. the eye contact stilling the world around you. who knew brown eyes were that soul gripping. you stutter something along the lines of wanting to buy him a drink and he raises his eyebrow, amused. you think he must be smirking under that balaclava. you see him nod, once and you spring to action. god the butterflies you feel makes you embarrassed.

you don't remember much of what happened later. you do remember his lips and how they felt. you didn't expect him to be the making love kind but even so he wasn't an complete ass. double asked everytime he took a step further and had you moan his name. it was simon. the memory clearing up. he took his time with you, was it possible for someone to learn someone's body this quick or was it him that had such an effect on you?

you woke up a mess but what hurt you was waking up alone. not that expected him to stay but yeah.

now you lay on the same bed. revisiting that night like how you've been doing for past few days. what even are these feelings?