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OH DARLING ILL KISS YOUR EYES🗣🗣🗣🗣

"candy" by paolo nutini is so simon riley coded

"i’m a heartless man at worst, babe and a helpless one at best"

"i know you got plenty to offer, baby but i guess i’ve taken quite enough" "well, i’m some stain there on your bedsheet you’re my diamond in the rough"

"darling, i’ll bathe your skin i’ll even wash your clothes just give me some candy before i go"

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SWEET 『cigarettes after sex』

MASTERLIST

popular girl x quiet nerd simon

warnings: kissing, horny and simp simon, cuming untouched. And sweetness ♡

cute little series I'm starting. I hope you like this as much as I do. Enjoy and leave any comments on where I can improve, but please be nice, I'm sensitive 💋 this isn't proofread as its currently just past midnight and I'm sleepy and don't want to overthink about posting this. xxx

『★』

Simon thought you didn't notice him staring at you all year. You're popular and he's... a nerd. The amount of picking on you would endure if you did anything with him... you didn't want to think about it.

Yet you couldn't help but smile at your Math teacher as he assigned Simon - the top of the class - to help you with your studies.

Here's the catch, you act dumb and stupid to fit in with your friend group when in reality, whenever there's a test, you never fail to achieve the A+.

"You won't be disappointed," you respond, heading out of class to see it empty.

None of your friends waited for you after class but you brush that aside, looking around for Simon. A minute later, you find him by his locker, taking all of his books and transferring them into his bag.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the school day. "Hi Simon," your sweet voice rang out.

He jumps, dropping his bag, his books scattering on a pile at your feet. He stumbles over his words, eyes wondering over your gorgeous face. His mind was reeling at the fact you knew his name?!

"I... uhh..." he clears his throat, gathering himself. His crush, his godamn crush since forever, is talking to him. Him. "Everything okay?" His voice steadies out, playing it cool.

Your lips quirk, not realising his voice was so deep. You have to look up, yourself standing at 5'5 and him standing at 6'2. You're both 17, so there's still growing to occur.

"Yes, everything's good," you speak, unable to stop your gaze to trailing to his arms. Its so obvious he works hard at the gym. "Mr Barnes assigned you as my study partner."

His eyes widen slightly, taken aback. "Me and... you. Study partners?" He speaks slowly.

He sees your eyebrows furrow. Fuck sake, idiot, he curses in his mind, being an asshole isn't the way to go.

"Um, yeah, for Maths. My grades have dropped so..." You trail off. Does he not like you? You were so sure. He's always glancing at you.

His pause makes you reinforce the idea he's never liked you. "I'll get a new partner," you speak, beginning to step away.

He grabs your wrist, and your eyes snap to his. God, your eyes and politeness... is he still grabbing you? He is! Fuck! Think, think, think!

"Tomorrow after school?" He questions, way too nervous. He bets you can feel his hand shaking. "Your place?" Too bold, Simon.

But you smile, warm, lovely. "Sure, meet here after the last period?" Your unable to tear your gaze from his stunning chocolate eyes, so attentive and aware.

He finally let's go of your hand, relief filling him. He nods, feeling much too shy to speak.

You return the smile and walk by him. As you walk to the main doors, you turn and wave goodbye, and he is already looking at you. You see his lips form a small grin and wave back subtly.

『★』

"Today was so boring," you huff out to Simom as he sits in the passenger. He sits too still, scared to make the wrong move in case you would call off this whole thing.

You find it funny he didn't respond. So you ask a question as you turn out of the car park and drive to your house, which is fifteen minutes away. "How was your day?"

He takes a few moments to reply, "good," his deep voice speaks. You wait for him to elaborate but he doesn't. The truth his, his day has been terrible but his mood is ecstatic (on the inside) about being with you.

Fifteen whole minutes, he had to sit there and pretend he didn't care. Staying silent like a complete douchbag. The smell of your perfume, your pretty outfit - a black jumper, faded blue jeans, Converse, pretty earrings, hair, and makeup. Just you simply being next to him made him hard, his mind running wild.

No, no, no, no. He needs to respect you. He's 17, not a little boy. He is a virgin after all, you definitely were not. The amount of stupid boys that took your attention will never deserve you in all the lifetimes. He's stronger, more respectful, just so, so much better for you. He noticed your smile was strained and he wanted to punch every asshole that made you like that. He covers his crotch with his hands, hoping you don't notice his hand placement.

He's so wrapped up in his own thoughts that you opening your car door and exiting snaps him out of it. He ushers out, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he takes in your families property. A simple, modern but classy home. Adorable. His gaze quickly returns to you, pausing as he sees your looking at him already.

"You work out?" You question, noticing he's wearing a black sleeved long sleeved gym shirt. He wore it just for you. It shows off his muscles perfectly.

"Six days a week," he speaks, trying to show off a little. Douche, again. But you smile and he smiles back.

"I do pilates sometimes," you reply, walking up to your front door. Pilates, Simon thinks of you doing the workout, so feminine and simple.

You both enter and you close the door behind you both. "Would you like a drink?" You ask innocently, looking up at him. You knew you were standing too close.

He swallows thickly, his gaze glancing down to your lips for a sweet second. He got even harder. For fuck sake, Simon. Answer the damned question! "Water would be nice, thanks."

You nod. "My room is upstairs, down the hall to the right," you speak, turning and walking to the kitchen.

He stands there silent for a few moments, watching your body sway. He shakes his head. Stop it now, he thinks. He walks up the stairs as he takes in everything about his small journey. At the end of the hallway, there's a picture of younger you.

He always knew you were an only child, makes sense how much you're put together with your parents attention focused on one child. He can't help but smile, seeing how cute you are. You must've been around 5 or 6 he's guessing, your eyes still the same sweetness.

He enters your room and sits on the edge of your bed, looking around once again. Clean, tidy, and... pink. Lots of light pink and white everywhere. Now he knows what your favourite colours are. Bingo.

He hears your soft footsteps coming up. He takes a quick breath, needing to calm his nerves desperately. Just your presence has him all giddy. You enter the room and close the door behind you.

"Here you are," you talk softly, handing him his water. You sit further up on your bed so you're in the middle of it. He thinks for a moment, copying you timidly. You face him. "I hope you like popcorn."

He nods, looking down, noticing you have a bowl of popcorn. Now he knows your favourite snack. Bingo, again!

You relax for a little while, scrolling on your phone as you chew on some popcorn while Simon takes sips of his drink here and there.

You come off your phone and hear your mother coming into your room. You have no time to prepare yourself or to even warn Simon, but he's already looking at her.

"Hi sweet girl!" Your mother exclaims happily, entering the room, hands on her hips. "How was school-" she cuts herself off, finally noticing Simon. She grins. "And who is this handsome boy?"

"Mom!" You scold, stepping off your bed, ready to usher her out, but she pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek. You turn back at Simon, and he's gazing with a gentle expression, happy to see you and your mother's bond. "His name is Simon," you respond, pulling out of the hug.

Simon feels a slight blush form on his cheeks, shy once more. Your mom stops gazing at him too fondly for your liking and whispers in your ear, "he's a sweet one, I can tell."

You smile at her and glance back at Simon. "He's helping me with Math," you reveal.

Your mother's face brightens. "That's amazing, honey! Anyways, I'll leave you two to it, don't forget to lock the door-"

"Mom," you scold firmly this time. You love her dearly and you know she can tell that you like Simon.

She winks at you and leaves. You close the door and lock it. Simons muscles tense. You locked it? He doesn't want to think any further but he can see a blush on your face too.

『★』

Two hours. Two whole hours, Simon has spent one on one, simply inches away from each other. He easily covers his straining cock by having the popcorn bowl in front of it. He holds back jolts when you reach your hand for a snack.

You spent half the time looking at him and the other half wondering how his voice is so matured and dreamy. You did all the questions from your homework book and you played dumb on a few so he could lean in and explain it.

Simon grew comfortable in your presence. You are warm, soft and gentle. Everything he loves is you.

The thing he didn't expect at all was when you kissed him. You fucking kissed him. You and him! Kissing! He was explaining the most boring equation of all, leaning in more close, taking the pencil from your hand, your hands brushing together. He talks and continues talking when you catch gazes, noses nearly touching.

He wasn't sure whether Math turned you on? Or having someone tell you what to do? He was completely at loss, but once your lips touched his, the gates of heaven opened. You tasted of strawberries, sweet and addictive.

It was such a brief kiss, lasting a few seconds at most. His jaw goes slack afterwards. It was just a kiss, you don't want anything else. Maybe your thanking him for helping you? Both your hands stayed down at your lap, same with his. He's afraid if he touched you, he would never let go.

Should he confess? You've been staring dumbly at each other for about 30 seconds now.

"You're getting the hang of everything," he whispered smoothly. You sigh, feeling yourself growing wet. He was so good-looking and kind, too kind. He was huge, height and muscle wise, but his hands were so gentle.

In the moment, you place the popcorn on your beside table and climb on his lap. His eyes blow wide open as you take his face and lock your lips together once more. He moans into the kiss, making you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

He opens his legs, hands hesitantly holding onto your waist. Should he push you away or hold you closer? You deserved so much better than him. He's never kissed anyone before, and he's probably doing horrible. But he picks option two, he pulls you closer, fingertips pawing at your waist. He was right, warm, and soft.

You tilt your head, deepening the kiss, poking your tongue into his mouth, and he let's you, opening his lips, getting drunk off your taste. You sigh into the kiss. He's really good. You wonder how many girls he's been with, jealousy plaguing your mind.

You grind down on him, hips moving back and forth, needy to calm down your pulsing clit. He was rock solid. You swallow up his strangled moan, hips bucking up into yours like a pathetic mess.

Your hands move behind you, taking his hands and placing them on your asscheeks. He squeezes, becoming lost in everything you're doing. He wants to be in your mind, what are you thinking right now?

He pulls away and you look at him confused. His expression was pure pleasure. "Shit, no- fuck-" he groans, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

"What's wrong?" You speak softly, stroking his hair. Due to you leaning more down, your clothed pussy was right against him. He felt his stomach tighten, pleasure rippling through his body. Don't cum, don't you fucking dare, Simon. If you speak once more with that honey voice of yours he's done for.

"Simon?" You whisper, hearing his breathing come out in quick pants. He whines into your shoulder, and you stare at your wall, completely confused. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you down onto him as he jerks his hips up a few times, riding out his pleasure.

"Are you..." you pause, thinking about the situation. You saw he was hard, it was obvious with the grey sweatpants he was wearing. But did he seriously just cum under a minute of kissing?

You wait until his breathing goes normal, his body relaxing. You try to get up off him, but he holds onto you tightly.

"I'm sorry," he speaks, the most embarrassed he's ever been. He's made you uncomfortable. He knows it. A disgusting pervert, that's what he is. He pulls his head from your neck, missing the smell of you. He looks up at you half-lidded.

Your hands stroke his cheeks. You grin. "Did you cum?" You speak gently.

He swallows, wanting to look away, blushing furiously. "...yes."

"Don't think you weren't so sneaky with the popcorn bowl," you respond, laughing as you watch his reaction to you catching him out.

He groans, resting his head against yours. He's dreading at the thought of letting you go. The prettiest, sweetest girl ever. So soft and warm, he thinks, sighing.

You laugh, making his head snap up at the sound. "Thank you."

He wants to throw himself off a cliff. He said that out loud. For the love of-

"I take care if my skin," you respond, cupping his face, "all over."

He feels himself grow hard again and that's when he can't be close to you anymore. Crossing boundaries is something he doesn't do, especially around you.

You yelp as he lifts you off him, not a muscle straining, carrying you like your as light as a feather. He places you on the bed and he stands up, covering the dark patch on the crotch of his sweatpants.

You giggle, covering your mouth. "I can give you a t-shirt of mine to cover up."

He nods. "Thanks."

You get up, grabbing a random t-shirt and handing it to him. You gaze up at him, tilting your head. He didn't understand how you were looking at him so happily, he was an asshole to you and was disrespectful-

"Would you like a ride?" You question.

He allows his eyes to admire you for a while before responding. "It's okay, my house is just five minutes away."

"It is?" You question, your smile widening.

He swallows. Damn you, you're teasing him. "See you tomorrow," he grumbles, walking to your door.

"Wait!" You exclaim, grabbing his book bag and handing it to him. You lean up, holding the back of his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

His right hand itches forward to hold you, but he stops himself. No, you've already taken enough from her. What have you given her? The fucking creeps.

He simply nods, keeping his feelings to himself and walks down the hall. It takes every cell in his body to not look back at your face. He can feel your gaze trailing on him.

"Thanks for letting me stay," he thanks your mother, giving her a nod. But she squeals, hugging him close.

"My little love likes you, I can tell," she speaks hushed, not wanting you to hear. Don't give him hope, don't. His mind still races, even your mom can see it, your gaze with more shine as you look at Simon.

He nods again, brain running a million miles an hour to even form a sentence. He walks away from the kitchen and leaves through the door. He closes it behind him and walks down the drive.

He waits until he's completely off the property before grinning and laughing, all while holding your t-shirt to his crotch. The street is quiet, not a soul around. He walks away, an extra leap in his step, happiness fulfilling him.

All in one day, you met up with him, you drove him to your house, you studied in your room, you kissed and he... he cringed hard, not wanting to think about it. You had him wrapped around your finger. He keeps smiling, though. Next Thursday, he'll be with you again.

『★』

EEEEK SO CUTE!!

Guys, Simon is NOT a perv!! I just wanted to include his conflicted thoughts because he loves her so much and doesn't want to make her uncomfortable 🤧. I'm not sure how many parts I'm hoping on doing, mayyyyybe 4... or 5... 😙. For you smut girlies, yes, there WILL be smut in upcoming parts and I hope my writing will be up to your expectations. Have a lovely day💗

Also!! Please note I am not trying to sexualise the characters at all, they will be turning 18 soon and it isn't a shock to anyone that they are doing these kinds of this at 17🤭

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Pookie

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"angel" AAAAAAAAAAAAA

PRACTICE

or, simon riley has a big dick. that's all. mdni.

"Are you sure?" Simon asks, for maybe the fourth time. You pull him down for a kiss, tangling your hands in his grown out buzz-cut. His lips are chapped and familiar against yours, moving in a well-rehearsed dance.

"If you don't fuck me right now, Simon Riley, I will chop your dick off," you tease, pulling him closer. He chuckles, wrapping his huge hands around your thighs, pulling them open. He watches, lip caught between his teeth, as you flutter and clench around nothing, slick coating your inner thighs.

"Tap out if it gets too much?" he confirms, but it's more like he's asking himself, smearing slick over your folds and your opening. You nod, looping your arms around his neck as he braces himself on his forearms above you.

"Si," you gasp as he pushes himself in. He knocks the air from your lungs, the vein under his tip rubbing against you. You arch your back up as you feel yourself stretch around him.

"Oh, oh god," Simon groans, hands landing on your thighs to ground himself. He pulls them apart, head falling back as he watches his your hole swallow him.

"Si, it's big," you whine, feeling the dull, pleasurable ache between your thighs grow. Simon rubs messy circles on your clit, pressing an apologetic kiss to your temple.

"I know, 'm sorry angel, just a little bit to go," he soothes, wiping away a stray tear from the corner of your eye. He pushes himself in to the hilt and watches stars dance in his vision. He's gasping for air, completely lost in pleasure.

His hands are shaking a little as he pulls your thighs up, locking them around his waist. You whimper at the new position, nails clawing down his back. Simon's head drops into the crook of your shoulder, gasping in your ear.

"Si, think I'm gonna-"

"I know," he groans into your neck, "I know, I can fuckin feel it sweetheart, you're so fuckin perfect-"

You cum with a whine, and it takes everything, all those years of military training, to stop Simon from cumming right then. He's pretty sure he's drawn blood from his bottom lip. He doesn't care.

As the aftershocks wash over you, he pulls out just a tiny bit, before rolling his hips back into you, and it's euphoria. He's only done it three times before you're writhing underneath him, leaving crescent-moon marks on his biceps.

"More, Si, I need more, I need it," you beg, tightening the grip on his arms. Simon's head is spinning, he doesn't know if it's the creamy ring of cum at the base of his cock or the fact that you just fucking came that does it to him, but he knows he won't last.

"Greedy fucking girl," he groans, crashing his hips into yours. The slick sounds that emanate from where your bodies meet fill the room, and Simon shouldn't find them hot but he does.

"God, I'll give you fuckin' everything," he gasps, "it's- it's all for you, angel."

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Logan if you're reading this get off my tumblr

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Big n beefy zaddyyyyyyy

gn reader, tw: body and food talk, ghost isn’t super nice to himself but you’re nice enough for the both of you

“where’s the rest of your food?” you nodded to ghost’s plate, laden with one chicken breast and a couple of vegetables from the mess hall. he stopped short in the hallway, trying to control his blush even though he was wearing his usual balaclava. you looked at him curiously. he got lost in the warmth of your eyes that showed genuine concern about his food, scrutinizing his plate.

“‘m on a cut.” he grumbled, gravelly voice at odds with his thoughts. you looked down and fuck, he had gotten it all wrong. he had been too gruff, like a fumbling kid talking to his crush on the playground. you tilted your head back quickly, now armed with a cheeky grin, and he almost let out a breath of relief at the sight. stupid simon, he’d almost messed it up, but you always gave him unending grace. “why? i like you big.” you started walking, nudging his shoulder in a silent goodbye. he was rooted in place, his legs like concrete as he replayed your words. you liked him big.

“thought you were on a cut, l.t.?” soap asked the next day, in line with ghost who was currently loading up on carbs and protein. “little birdie told me they liked me big.” he meant to say it in a whisper, but somehow you heard. at the front of the line, you whipped your head around fast, sending a secret smile just for him. fuck it was worth it, even if he felt too large for the room sometimes. simon would never cut again if he could see that smile. you ducked your head, suddenly shy. you couldn’t believe your l.t. took your words to heart that much. maybe there was something more in all those glances he gave you when he thought you weren’t looking.

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OH MY FUCKING- *screams*

˚₊‧ 18+ content // minors and ageless blogs dni ‧₊˚

Simon “Ghost" “Munch” Riley who unashamedly moans and grunts into your pussy while eating you out. Poor man can’t help it when those noises escape from his mouth. Your cunt just tastes so sweet, he swears it’s better than his favorite meal. The feeling of your silky, warm walls clenching around his fingers is nearly enough to send him over the edge. As if acting on an instinct, Simon grinds his broad hips into the mattress, desperate to feel any type of stimulation against his cock. Husky moans travel up from his throat, the vibrations providing even more stimulation to your already sensitive clit.

“Si-Simon!” your needy whines fill the air in your bedroom as your hips involuntarily buck up into Simon’s mouth. His hands firmly grip your hips, holding you in place while he laps relentlessly at your bud. 

“Gonna cum… Oh god! I’m gonna cum!” you cry out as the movements of his tongue send you careening over the edge and pure euphoria floods your veins. Your nearly pornographic moans are too much for Simon to handle and he moans against your cunt as thick ropes of semen shoot from his cock and soak his boxers. 

When Simon finally gets up from in between your thighs, his face is bright red. Your eyes scan down his body and eventually land on the wet spot darkening the front of his boxers. You sit up and take hold of his muscular shoulders, gently pushing him back against the mattress. 

“What’re you doin’, lovie?” Simon asks, his voice still strained from his previous climax. You peel off his ruined boxers and position yourself in between his legs. A gruff moan escapes his throat as you take his still hard cock into your mouth. Your tongue drags along the veiny underside of his shaft, licking up his bitter seed. 

“I’m helping you clean up, Si,” you whisper before taking his sticky cock in your mouth once more. Simon’s head hits the pillows as his eyes roll back into his skull and he sighs out in pleasure, knowing that in a few short minutes he’ll be making a mess of your mouth once again.

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Girl dads🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Just some headcanons about big, tough Simon Riley as a girl dad💗💗💗

Girl dad! Simon on the day his daughter was born, he promised her that he would protect her with every bone in his body. He was scared he would be like his father, but once he saw her little face he crumbled.

Girl dad! Simon who’ll let his daughter put clips and bows in his short blond hair, and lets her put sparkly unicorn lipgloss on his lips without a fuss.

Girl dad! Simon who has tea parties with his daughter, and stifles a chuckle when she gets into arguments with her stuffed animal “guests”.

Girl dad! Simon who cheers for his daughter louder than anyone else at her sports matches. All you hear is a booming “That’s my girl!” from the stands.

Girl dad! Simon who knows every single princess song, and can’t believe it when he starts to sing them on his own time at work.

Girl dad! Simon who tries to make your daughter heart shaped pancakes and fails, but she eats them nonetheless.

Girl dad! Simon who holds back tears when his daughter graduates from kindergarten, he can’t believe she’s getting so big!

Girl dad! Simon who reads his baby girl bedtime stories and matches the voice to the character.

Girl dad! Simon who play fights his daughter at lets her win every time.

Girl dad! Simon who matches halloween costumes with his daughter. Just imagine a big, scary, tattooed man in a fairy costume to match his daughter!

Girl dad! Simon who lets his daughter pick out his watch for work, and in turn he picks out her socks!

Girl dad! Simon who lets his daughter color in his tattoos and lets her put sparkly make up on him.

Girl dad! Simon who would move heaven and earth just to see his daughter smile. 💗

Note: I was in a fluffy mood and I love the thought of tough guys being big softies for their daughters 😭😭 It heals my soul fr!!!

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My babieeeees

The way they look exactly the same while watching their favorite girl with such pure love and affection in their eyes

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Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley Cuddling You 🧸

this is not about dominant tough simon riley, this is about sweet precious baby boy simon riley :3 this is my response to @paper-r-i-n-g-s-and-c-r-o-w-n’s request (here) and the link they included! thank u for being my first request loviee

Simon Riley absolutely loves to be babied when you cuddle him.

Scary Simon. Soldier Simon. 6’4", jacked Simon, walking around the base in his skull mask, scaring anyone who doesn’t know better shitless. To the enemy, he’s like an urban legend - once you realise that he’s there, it’s too late.

And that’s the image that he likes to keep - he grew up tough, and he refuses to be anything but tough. He might be nice now but he wouldn’t hesitate to blow your brains out if you double-crossed him.

That is, until he met you. It was hard to get him to open up at first, with his reluctance to be anything but casually terrifying, and his fear that he would get too attached, just in time for you to leave. But after 6 months together, he’s finally comfortable, and you’ve discovered his soft spot for being praised like a baby.

"Aww…" you coo, stroking his grown-out buzzcut, as he lays on your chest, "my sweet boy." His broad body is holding you down to the bed, and you know you wouldn’t be able to escape from under him if you wanted to. But you don’t mind, after all, it’s sweet to see him like this. With his face pressed into your neck, one strong arm around your waist and the other around your torso, he mumbles softly.

You press soft kisses into the top of his head as you rub his back - he’s been training all day and he’s so tired. :( Poor baby, he really needs you to hold him. His shoulders are sore and as you rub them gently he lets out a little whine, nuzzling his face further into the crook of your neck.

"Mmm," he groans, his voice muffled against your skin.

"Oh, baby…" you pull those hands back up to cradle him to you, "are you okay, sweet boy?"

"Tha’ hurts," he mumbles. He’s not very talkative when he’s like this, he just wants to be held.

"Sorry," you kiss the top of his head apologetically, "is my poor baby sore from training?" He groans as you call him that, nodding in response as he breathes in your scent.

"Speak up for me, sweetheart" you coo.

"’M sore from training."

"Who’s sore..?"

"Me."

"N what’re you, honey..?" you stroke his hair softly, like he’s a precious teddy bear.

"Your baby," he mumbles.

"Good boy." Just a few months ago, Simon would have been mortified by the interaction, but you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, cuddling up to you like he’s a cat and you’re a heating pad. He is a good boy, and he deserves some comfort after working so hard. 💗💗💗

i hope this is what you asked for! i hope it doesn’t come off as too pathetic but also i love writing (and thinking about) sweet pathetic simon. <3 like omg if anyone knows who made the render then lmk so that i can credit! i wasn’t sure who the name on the image referred to

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The fact he's fictional doesn't sit right with me 😔

princess treatment with simon

warning : use of the word wife

• simon is the kind of man to tell you to sit down as he gets on one knee and puts your high heels on for you and straps them when you’re getting ready to go out for a date night

• simon who will come up behind you, move your hair to the side and gently run his fingers down your naked back and feel the goosebumps as he goes to the bottom of your dress to zip it up for you without you even asking

• simon who will open every door for you, (don’t you dare get out of that car yourself), if you even try he will gently put you back into the car, close the door on you and then proceed to open it again, because simon is a gentleman and will never be caught not opening the door for you

• simon who escorts you into a room with a hand placed on your lower back as he rubs slowly up and down to soothe the both of you

• simon who will pull out your chair for you and once he’s pushed it back in before taking his own seat he will lean down and place a gentle kiss to your temple

• simon who tells you before you even leave the house to keep your purse at home because you are his beautiful wife and he believes you shouldn’t pay for a single thing

• simon who tells you to pick anything you want from the menu, any drink, any food, don’t even look at the price because he does not care, you deserve the world and he’s slowly trying to get that for you

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Golden boy ✨✨

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This is disgusting... (I NEED MORE NOW IM BITING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE PLEASE HELP ME) idc what anyone says. having a big man like simon riley which has a mommy kink? Yummmmm🤗🤗🤗

Mommy kink Simon Riley who loves when you grab his face with one hand squishing his cheeks together while you’re riding him, making his lips pout.

“God you’re so fuckin’ cute baby.” You say, hand squishing his cute little face.

Simon whines in response as you roll your hips on him making his eyes go unfocused and half lidded.

“You like when mommy makes you go dumb hm? Tired of bein’ so big and strong all the time aren’t you baby.”

Simon nods his head with a moan. And grips your hips harder.

“Uh uh. Be a good boy and tell me what you want.” You tell him and stop your hips from moving.

“Want- want you to fuck me. Ride me. Please. Please mama.”

“Yeah there you go. See that wasn’t hard.” You praise him, and he throws his head back while you start to ride him again, his cheeks flushing as he cums in you :((

Sorry, had to get that out of my system

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He sounds so... MINE.😝😝😝😝😝

Ghost who hates anything loud, thinks it's annoying.

Ghost who hates when multiple people talk at once.

Ghost who hates when people are clingy drunks.

Ghost who hates crowded spaces, they give him a headache.

Ghost who refuses to go to the shops with anyone because he can just make do with what he has until he really has to go.

Ghost who hates being asked the same question over and over.

Ghost who hates being followed around base.

Ghost who would never go out of his way for physical touch.

Ghost who snaps at Johnny at 3am for being too loud with his snoring.

But...

Simon who loves listening to you sing your heart out in the kitchen.

Simon who can listen to you ramble on for hours, either to him or someone else.

Simon who loves when you're all over him after you had too much to drink.

Simon who loves having you near him no matter how much empty space there is.

Simon who will make excuses to leave the house with you just so he can call it a date.

Simon who will never grow tired of explaining the same thing to you, he loves that you see him as a reliable man.

Simon who will go out of his way to look for you just so he can ask you to come with him on missions or to do little assignments.

Simon who has his hands on you almost 24/7 and almost pouts when you have to leave.

Simon who will give anything to listen to your snores and groans in the middle of the night.

Simon who, no matter what, will love you over all.

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dad!Ghost part 4 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

inspired by @\heronlygrace tiktok

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*speechless* 😍

angel🪽! reader meeting simon😇

the 141 discover a real life angel – wings, halo, and an ethereal singing voice! simon is dirty sinner who wants to receive your “blessing”. pls! it’s your heavenly duty baby girl🥺

simon has a big corruption kink cuz he’s like that

I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS IDEA!!!

cw; darkish content, coercion, slight manipulation, corruption kink, breeding kink, minor religious ideology, minor mentions of pregnancy, implied catholic reader but idrc, p in v, squirting

“What is she?”

“Dinnae’, pretty wee’ thing though.”

Mactavish crooned, reaching out to stroke a ginger along your feathered wings.

“Lads, leave her alone.”

The bearded man ordered, waving the blondehaired man over with a slack hand, the behemoth of a man stepping over to your cowering frame, slinging his arm around yours and gently assisting you up.

“Bring her to a spare room—We’ll find out who she is soon.”

Without a complaint, Simon gently tugged you along—Watching you struggle to find your footing, almost tripping over yourself—Glancing up at the man with fearful eyes.

“Where are you taking me, sir?”

Silence, before he glanced down at you with narrowed eyes; staring, just staring. Before he eventually spoke up.

“What are y’?”

The low accent enquired, your lips parting in mild confusion, gently murmuring out with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

“Gods servant.”

Chuckling, the man just shook his head and glanced forward, unlocking the bedroom door and navigating you inside; standing in front of the closed door now.

“Y’need anything, just call.”

And with that, he was gone.

The next few days were calm for you, essentially, Mactavish and Garrick often visited you to chat and ask you questions. Play with your wings and decorate your halo, helping you preen your wings.

Price helped you with everything—Clothes, necessities, even helped you get set up with a local church and attempted to find you your own apartment.

Ghost? He just brought you everywhere. Literal guardian angel, you wanted to go out for a walk? He’s following behind you like a dog, arms crossed and boots stomping against the ground. And as time passed, you grew closer to him.

You helped him pray, taught him how to properly bless himself, assisted him with small tasks, blessed him before any mission—Small or safe, long or dangerous. You forgave him, for all of his previous sins.

He was still sinful.

Simon still laid in his cot, hand stroking his cock furiously—grumbling and hissing through his teeth, hips arching up and off of the bedsheets, cum spurting along his abdomen, spilling down to his pubic hair.

Simon still fucked his pillow, like a dirty, hormonal teenager—Thinking of the way your unused cunt would clench and stretch around the length of his dick, how he would ruin you for yourself, and your beliefs. Your purpose.

Make you faithful to him, not god.

When he’s knocking on your door, it’s not a surprise—Your fluffing your wings before he walks in, glancing down at you.

“Hi, Si!”

“You alright?”

“M’fine.. Just wanna pray for a bit.”

Nodding, you patted the side of your bed, watching the man sink into it comfily, placing a hand on his thigh.

You’re so gorgeous, the way your soft eyes looked up at him with mild adoration, the way your lips parted softly as you whispered soft prayers, fingers clenched together, he couldn’t help but feel his cock harden at the sight of you, chewing on his cheek.

He couldn’t help himself, he wrapped a hand around your waist, yanking you into him—listening to your soft little squeak, eyes widening.

“Simon?”

“I had a dream, last night.”

He grumbled, glancing down at you with faux worry.

“A vision, even.”

“Meant to have your blessing, worship you.”

The blonde coerced you into sitting atop his lap, kneading at the flesh of your ass gently; lips suckling on the untainted skin of your neck, cross between your cleavage glistening at him.

“..Blessing?”

“S’yr duty, love.. God sent y’down here fr’ me, sent you here to create the purest kind..

To save sinners like me.”

Within seconds, he was pulling you into a sloppy, openmouthed kiss—rough fingers tearing your clothes apart, palms squishing your bare breasts together, rolling the buds of your nipples over his thumb.

“Do all of yr’ kind walk around, tits out? Think you wanted this attention..”

It was all moving too fast, your wings fluttered slightly, lips parted and eyes wide with soft concern as your palms rested against his chest.

“Are you—“

A soft whimper interrupted your voice as the man beneath you lapped at your perky tits, letting out soft groans.

“Are you sure we’re meant to do this?”

“This feels unholy..”

Simon shook his head, slapping your ass tantalisingly, grinding his aching cock into your clothed cunt, listening to your quiet mewl.

“God told me, told me in prayers.. Soon as I seen yr’ pretty face, I knew it.”

He knew this was wrong, he knew manipulating this little thing into seduction was horrible, but how could he stop now?

He’d never stop, that’s what he told himself as he slid his digits into your tight cunt, tears streaking your cheeks, crying out at the painful stretch, but how could he stop? The way your hips met his hand in mutual thrusts, the way you squirted all over the bedsheets with a drawn out moan, the way your toes curled into the bed from pleasure.

How could he stop?

He couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop when your cross bounced atop your tits, couldn’t stop when you begged him to slow down—his cock battering your pussy like it owed him money, couldn’t stop when you prayed beneath your breath for god to forgive you.

Wouldn’t stop.

“That’s it—Fffuuucckk..—What would the lord think do you? Being wrecked by a dirty sinners cock..”

“Your first cock, your only—christ— cock.”

“Simon—ahah!mngghh.. s’too much!”

Each word from him was emphasised by a swift slap to your clit, his lips worshipping your body like a temple—His temple, he’d pray to you every night—Fill your tummy up with his offspring, make you his goddess , never listen to anyone but the woman carrying his fertile seed, the woman who he was currently cumming inside with soft pants, kissing the nape of your neck with soft praise.

Acts surprised when your tummy starts to swell with his baby a few weeks later.

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My roman empire.

comfort couple <3

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THIS IS SO FUNNY STOP

Imagine sending Simon all sorts of memes. He may chuckle for some but he mostly pretends to be unimpressed with them. But the truth is he saves all of them in an album on his phone because he’s sentimental like that and they remind him of you 💙