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Ghost decides after one blind date that you're going to be his.

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Simon isn't used to dating. A quick hook up in the loo, sure. A drunken one night stand? He's had too many of those to count. But proper courting? Hell, it's been years, maybe a decade, since he's taken a bird out on an actual date.

It's probably going to be a disaster, but he gave Johnny his word he'd go out with his bird's best friend, so he can't back out now. He'll just have to grit his teeth and power through it.

His sour outlook for the evening is forgotten the second he sees you walk in with Johnny's bird. You're no tipsy tart on the pull, like the birds he's used to dealing with. You're a proper lady, dolled up nice for your date with him. It makes his chest feel tight when he gets a good look at your pretty face and nervous little smile.

His usual gruff manner is obviously not going to fly with you, so he quickly tries to recall the mannerisms he's seen his captain use around women. He gets to his feet with Johnny when the two of you reach the table, trying his best to look less intimidating.

Johnny introduces the two of you, and Simon melts inside when he takes your soft little hand in his for the first time. His brain goes fuzzy, dark eyes glazing over, and he's not sure what he says when he greets you, but it earns him a smile.

"It's really nice to meet you, Simon," are the first words you say to him.

Your voice is soft and sweet, and the way you say his name? Oh, he's gonna need to hear more of that, and often.

For the first time in a long time, Simon's worried about what someone thinks of him. He's worried he'll put you off with his harsh manner. So, he minds his words and gentles his tone. He slows his steps to match your pace and tucks your small hand at his elbow to keep you close and safe. He's holding doors and pulling out your chair. He compliments your dress and hair.

And when your heel catches on the sidewalk and you stumble, he doesn't bark a laugh or say something mean, wouldn't bloody dream of it. No, he catches you before you fall, and all that softness in his hands makes something shift in his brain. You're such a fragile little thing, delicate as spun sugar. You need a big nasty mutt like him to protect you, take care of you, and he's more than willing to do the job.

When the date is over, Simon sees you home, and you kiss him on your front stoop. It's not all groping hands and tangling tongues. It's a gentle press of lips, his big hands cradling your face, the sweet intimacy making his eyes flutter shut. He's floating when he finally gets back in his truck and drives himself home.

Instead of going to bed, Simon begins to formulate a plan of strategy. He figures it'll take a few more dates before you invite him into your flat, and several more after that before you invite him into your bed, then eventually into your life. It might take months, even a year or more. That's alright, though. If his years in the military have taught him anything, it's patience.

Simon knows how to play the long game. He'll go at your pace, let you get used to having him around, then make himself indispensable to you. No one will treat you as good, meet your every need and desire the way he will. He won't stop until he is your world, your reason for being. Your everything.

And when enough time has passed, he'll claim you completely as his. He's going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, then tuck you away safe and sound in one of those cute country cottages he looked up online. You'll be his little missus, and he'll be your tamed beast, keeping his teeth and claws hidden but at the ready.

By the time he arrives at your flat the next evening for your second date, he's already got your engagement ring in his safe at home and the names of your future children picked out.

And when you text him the day after to invite him for dinner, the new name he replaced yours with pops up on his screen.

It says 'Missus Riley', of course.

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simon got himself a young girlfriend. he really shouldn't be entertaining, ruining, a sweet thing like her but he can't help himself. he's depraved like that. wanting to ruin such a sweet, innocent thing. make it so they only think of him...

her parents loathe him. which is not a surprising reaction.

but simon's too big, too imposing, to make them say anything to his face, and oh, his sweet little thing has teeth that snap at her parents when they try to talk about how he's too old. too rough. he won't treat her right.

they're right, of course. but he's good at making his little girlfriend forget about his wrongdoing just by a little sweet whispering and gently coaxing her thighs apart with a rough, scared hand.

however, what he wasn't expecting was finding out about his young girlfriends older sister.

you.

there's an age gap between you and your sister. you're nearly the same age as simon. but that's not the only thing simon takes note off.

you're more fulled out, in places that simon has no business looking at, the innocent ones and the not so innocent ones. there's a couple more inches on you than your sister. not nearly as tall as he, but he thinks he likes it.

but what really gets him goin'. you don't react the same way to him like your parents did. there was no disdain, disgust or even fear in your eyes when you looked at him.

no.

instead he got a wide smile, a hair-flick over your shoulder and a hug. pulling him in, despite his rigid tenseness. patting his back.

"oh aren't you sweet?" your voice is smooth, and almost coo like when you pull away. eyes sparkling with what simon can only describe is warmth.

and while your parents avoid him when he's around. when you're home, you do the exact opposite. you hover around your sister, making sure she's eating well, looking after herself, and then you do the exact same thing to simon.

showering him in the same doting affection as your sister. making them both a plate of food, a lot of food. making sure they're warm and tucked in at night. it's giving them your card when you send your sister to the shops for something, and quieting simon when he says he has his own. doing your sisters laundry AND his.

and the praise. god the praise. it fucking wrecks him. despite most of it being innocent.

he's helping do the dishes when you come in. "oh aren't you being a good boy?" you chime, voice so warm and sweet. you pat his back, and there's a genuine smile on your face. "i'll make you a cuppa for doing so well."

"you ate all your food? aren't you a good lad? huh? c'mon then, make room for dessert for being good." you'll say, patting his stomach and moving to the fridge.

it sends him into a whirlwind.

he could be spending days with his girlfriend's parents, who act like he's not even there. too intimated by this grown man. which he liked. he likes that. imposing people. making them uncomfortable with his mere presence. it's what his little girlfriend likes.

but then you come in. being all nurturing and sweet. coddling his little girlfriend and then doing the same to him despite you and him nearly being the same age.

then he starts to realize that you're treating him like how you treat your younger sister. treating him like he's young and naive. who can't look after himself. completely helpless. praising him for the basics a human adult should not be getting praised for. treating him like a child.

you've been fucking treating him like some fresh out the womb kid this whole fucking time and he's only seeing it now.

and he really can't help it.

but he fucking likes it.

he aches for it.

in the barracks. late at night. instead of flicking through the pictures of his little girlfriend to help quell the ache in him.

he thinks about you. your warm perfume. the reassuring pats. the way praise seems to just smooth off your tongue so sweetly.

"good boy." fuck.

he stares at the mess he made, panting hard. letting out a groan of frustration when he thinks of you again. and for the third time his cock twitches, the ache returning again.

that's when he comes to the inevitable conclusion.

he's fucking ruined.

a/n: idk where i was going with this but. here u go xx love ya'll, drink water xx part 2 maybe idk.

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Dadsbestfriend!Simon x younger!reader

Midnight rendezvous

Notes~ reader is in her early 20s, Simon in his early to mid 40s.

Tags~ older man x younger woman, drunk!simon, confessing feelings, drunken kissing through mask, major touchy touchy Simon, sweet!simon, sexual mentions, interrupted,Masturbation. No major smut!

“Here you go si” I put the glass of water down beside him, a couple of folded blankets on his lap. His head is lolled back against the sofa, just raising his hand to soft grasp your hand. Your heart was beating out of your chest, mouth running dry. He pulls you down so softly, as if you’d break apart like expensive china.

He took up so much of the sofa, his thick thighs spread and his shoulders wide. In complete silence you took the sight in, the way his Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed air, his eyes relaxed shut. His mask contoured to his jawline, his strong nose, plump limps begging to be kissed. He reeked of alcohol, bourbon mixed with smoke, you wanted the scent wrapped around you like a warm blanket. His thumb began rubbing the soft skin of your hand.

“Come on si, drink some water” you whisper but all he does is crank his head to look at you, his deep brown owns raking over your face, then further down. “God” he groans “think I love ya” he slurs, your eyes slightly widening at the words, drunken words that’s all they are. He doesn’t mean it.

The hand that was once innocently grasping your hand, started to trail to your thigh, continuing the small circles that sent a warm shiver down your spine. “Prettiest girl I know” his eyes darken “ can’t stop thinking about these soft thighs, ther all I think about”. You feel like your hearts about to explode, this is your dad’s best friend, a gruff 40 year old man who shows no interest in love. Showing interest in you, a girl who still lives with her dad, wrapped in an existential crises?

He pushes himself up, his face so near, you feel his breath hitting your skin through his mask. “S-Simon” he shushes you, his strong hand coming up to run his fingers through your hair. “Really doing something to me love” his voice low, soaked in lust, in love. Kiss me Kiss me Kiss me. Just take me right here.

You close the distance, pressing your lips to the soft fabric, you could taste the strong whiskey making you wince. You needed more, you needed to feel the suppleness of his lips, his tongue down your throat while his hands explore your figure.

For the first time your hands come into contact with him, your fingers following the lines of his pumped muscles that strain against the tight fabric of his shirt. You want to tear it off and mark every inch of exposed skin. “Fuck simon” you whimper as you graze the large bulge growing in his pants,before pushing your lips back to his.

you grow frustrated, the clothed kissing not satisfying the deep hunger for the older man sitting infront of you, with his hands messily groping every inch of your skin.

“Simon have you seen my daughter” your heart stops, you rip yourself from Simon’s grasp, the sounds of heavy breathing evident with in the living room.

You quickly make yourself look busy by setting up the couch, ignoring the way your thighs stick together due to the wetness built by the acts before. All Simon does is smirks and lays back “in ere mate” drunkenness still evident in his words.

Confined within the four walls of your bedroom, all that’s on your mind is the man sleeping in your living room, your core aching at the thought of what could’ve happened. The thought of being ravaged by your dad’s best friend while he’s just in the room over. fuck .

Unbeknownst to you that same man is fucking his hand on your couch, to the thought of taking you over the kitchen table. The thought of you laying in your bed, thrusting two fingers inside your sopping cunt while quietly whimpering his name. Him replacing those fingers with his thick, weeping cock when he pushes through your bedroom door and takes you right there and then.

Maybe next time.

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Simon Riley X Goth!reader

What’s a deal?

Notes~ haven’t wrote smut in a while, probably is going to be bad bUT GOD I needa write for this man. Also not proofread so my apologies.

Tags-Simon x f!reader, NSFW, unprotected sex, piv, rouuughh sex, possessive! Simon, facefuck, deep throating bro is needy!, cum kissing, degradation, praise, kinda sub Simon, hair pulling, slight choking,clothing kink, fishnet tights kink, MEN WEARING EYELINER KINK,Orgasm denial, running makeup kink, Creampie, Unmasked! Simon= established relationship. Mommy used once as a joke:p

“Please please please” you beg, gripping your eyeliner pen for dear life. All he does is rolls his eyes, shaking his head, with a small smirk on his soft lips. “ I’ll do anything for you please, you know you’ll look so fucking good” you continue, pouting like a child, near about to throw a tantrum over this man not letting you paint his lids. “Anything you want” . You continue on, not giving up, no matter how many times he shakes his head and calls it ridiculous. You NEED this. “We got a deal?” You say with a cheeky little smile on your face.

“Fine but as you said anything I want. A deal for a deal doll” he says with a gruff tone, slightly cranking his head back as you squeal. Without a single second of hesitation you’re pushing his head back against the cushion, sitting down onto his lap and telling him to stay calm, not blink and don’t dare move. “Alright goth mommy” he replies back with, earning a grimace from you.

You start by creating small wings, then smudging under his eye, creating a smokiness that make his eyes pop. Blending up into his thick eyebrows, taking note of the small scar that creates a slit. Fuck he’s hot. Is all you can think.

You start to notice the way his eyes follow you, dart between your lips, your eyes, then down to your tits. As always. I mean could you blame him? Wearing the lowest cut top you owned, your pink bra with black skulls peaking out. His favourite. He noticed this as you pushed yourself forward to grab your brushes from the table, your cleavage just directly eye to eye with him. “Such a pretty girl” he whispers to “himself”, of course you heard it, he wanted you to.

You sit back down onto his lap, instantly feeling the hardness of his cock through his utility pants, glad he feels the exact same way as you. from the minute you started adorning his eyes with black, you felt that hotness in your lower tummy, the slick that began to form making your Panties stick to your skin. You wanted him in every shape and form, that’ll never change.

The next thing you know you’re on your knees, with his thick cock down your throat. spit dripping down your chin, to your chest and down your tits. His veiny hands wrapped within your locks as he guides you up and down, making sure to hold you down so he can feel the way your throat tries to accommodate to his size. His deep groans, quite but effective, you feel yourself drip every single time he lets one out.

“Such a good girl, letting me train this throat” he says as he picks up the pace, loving the choked moans that leave you. “Don’t ya wish this was your little cunt getting fucked”. You wanted to scream yes but with your mouth being occupied, you quickly nod your head as you pull up Taking a gulp of air before back down. Your doe eyes staring back up into his, the eyeliner is really doing something to you.

The aching in your cunt was becoming too much to handle, second by second it was turning into pure agony, your cunt clenched around nothing and your clit throbbed. You quickly ran your hand down your tummy, slipping underneath your skirt and fishnets, fortunately no panties. You couldn’t help but let out the most slutty choked whine as your fingers came into contact with your swollen bud, circling the sweet bundle of nerves. His sultry words and grunts spurring you on.

“Use your fingers ya slut, can’t even resist from touching yourself. Dirty girl” Simon watches as your eyes squeeze shut as you fuck your fingers, your eyeliner running down your cheeks and your black lipstick smudged.

As Simon continued to have his way with your throat, you feel the heat rising, that familiar sensation bubbling in your gut. You need it, you yearn for it. Pathetically grinding away at your own hand, chasing that high, loving the way your throat is aching from being pounded into. Simons grunts now turning into soft whines, he always gets so subby when he’s about to cum. “Please please take me please pretty girl” he spurs on and on until he’s finishing down your throat, the warm saltiness over riding your senses. You feel the soft twitches of his final release before he lets you go, keeping a hand entwined in your hair to bring your lips to his. His tongue ramming down your already abused throat, like he’s craving to taste himself, softly moaning into your mouth.

You continue to pump your fingers into yourself, the unholy sounds of squelching fill the room mixed with your sweet sounds. God you’re so close, right there. Right there.

And that’s ripped from you as Simon’s hand meets your wrist, pulling your hand from your swollen cunt, you whine at the empty feeling. At the feeling of your high slowly dying out like a candle being blown out and the ache replacing that euphoric feeling.

“You’re cumming on my cock doll” he growls, pulling you up from the floor, your knees aching and red. Within a second you’re bent over the back of the couch, your skirt adorned with crosses pulled down and your fishnet tights ripped just enough to create a hole between your thighs. “Fucking look at ya, such a little slag for Me, not even wearing any panties. Just begging to be pounded hm?” Before you can reply, the wind is knocked from your lungs and your mouth falls agape. His cock filling you up, hitting that gooey spot inside that has your knees bending. You can’t even stop the filthy sounds that leave your lips, you sound like a right cock drunk whore.

“That’s it, open up for me, let me take what I own” he growls, slightly out of breath as he pounds you into the couch. Sure there’s gonna be a dent of you in it. You feel his hand wrap around your throat, pulling you against his back, hitting you deeper than imaginable. You’re made for him, nobody else will ever be able to make you feel this way. “You’re mine, ya hear that slut. Nobodies taking you away from me” all you can do is reply in a high pitched whine. The coil in your stomach finally tightening up again, it’s only a matter of time until it’s unraveling.

Just as if he reads your mind, his other hand coming down to rub small circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves “cum on your cock doll, this is yours, you own me” and that’s all it takes. His sinful words, his thick cock pumping you, fingers pressing on your clit. you feel like you’re on fire, like this is your heaven, where you belong. Your legs shake, pathetic whines turn into screams as you dig your fingernails into the cushions under you.

You feel Simon’s hand grip your throat as his hips stutter, a raspy whine leaving his throat as he bottoms out and fills your pussy full of his cum. You let your head fall forward as exhaustion consumes you, your legs feel like jelly and your puffy cunt already aches. “Such a good little cumslut ay” he hums as he rubs your back, chuckling at the sight of you folded over the back of your couch. All fucked out, cum dripping down your tights.

“A deals a deal doll face”

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he thinks he's gonna eat him

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THE DRAIN. source: ded_center

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Start a cult with me?🖤

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