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dads friend simon is a concept i think about very often.

simon is around your house very often, always there for barbecues, birthdays, some hollidays and random weekends.

he seems cold and reserved when the two of you are in front of everyone. but once the night has set, he come out of the guest bedroom and sneeks into yours.

his big bulky hands slidding your sheets down, revealing your asleep body wearing one of his shirts.

simon softly kisses your cheek as he climbs into your bed, opening your legs and lifting up your shirt slowly. you wake up with the feeling of his bulge rubbing against you and his kisses on your neck.

"we have to be quiet, dont want your dad hearing us, lovie. poor man doesnt know his baby loves to get fucked by me."

but if he's honest, he doesnt care if your dad finds out. as long as he can keep cumming inside his pretty lovie, he is happy.

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chappell roan was just in manchester do u guys think simon showed up in a bedazzled mask

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pregnant!assistant reader who suddenly finds her boss and his team moving into her home, Price immediately upping the security system and locks around the house

Simon starts on the nursery, letting you sit in the nice big rocking chair you picked out, bossing him around on how you want the walls painted

Kyle and Johnny start working on baby proofing until your house is the safest place a baby could be, and you still had 7 months till they were here

Kyle would be the most willing to go out to the shops when late night cravings hit, it also makes him your favorite for the next 24 hours because “he was sweet enough to go get my pickles!”

“pretty you have two other jars-“

“i wanted SPICY pickles John!”

however these men are total messes when it comes to the hormones, the first time you burst into tears, crying about “simon raising his voice at you”, all he had done was scold you for trying to use the stepladder

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Ghost who wants you—commands you—to have your way with him.

"Use me, sweetheart."

It's your hand clutching his close-cropped hair, pulling him close, and bloody hell, he's right where he needs to be, face buried—no, he's fuckin' smothered between your soft thighs. You don't hear it, you feel it, his hum of pleasure reverberating throughout your body, his greedy tongue making you jump some, clutch his head even tighter, and grab onto everything else you can to keep your balance.

Your soldier couldn't care less. No thoughts. Just wanna be used. Just want to suck and fuck and kiss and make you cum. Want to taste you, want you to invade his senses, love.

It's Simon grabbing your thighs when you try to move away because he knows you're close.

"It's too much, Si..." "Stop fuckin' movin'."

It's Simon upping the ante because he wants you to cum on his face and wants to taste you when he lights up. " 'm right here," Simon coaxes you, harsh grunts aplenty and breathless, "Cum on me, love."

Wish granted.

You're left panting, catching your breath, and trying to keep steady while Simon lights his cigarette on the third try, slightly trembling from the intensity of his own orgasm (fuck, he loved these jeans). It's Simon, dark eyes boring into yours as his ciggy dangles from his lips, sated, used, and ready for more as he inhales the nicotine, tastes your cum, and bloody fuckin' hell, he's intoxicated.

And all his senses are invaded by you.

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Please please please I want anal sex with simon , I want to be surprised anal , that simon enjoyed it so bad and starts pounding till you love it also and you squirming like a crazy

Anal Warning

It was a simple mistake, one you had heard of but never experienced for yourself.

Not until you did.

You squealed in surprise, a cry wrapping through your throat as you felt him enter your rim, pain jolting through your spine as you croaked out his name.

“Si- wrong hole!”

“Fuck- I know, baby, you can take it.”

His thrusts were rapid, working your tight hole as he pushed your face into the sheets, your teeth tearing holes in the fabric as you cried, sloppy tears rushing down your cheeks. He was pounding into you mercilessly, your body aching at how full you were.

You were a squirming mess underneath him, writhing uncontrollably as he held onto your hips, dick stuffed inside you as you wailed. Your eyes were puffy as you cooed out a sob, listening to how feral Simon sounded, the grunts that tore through him as he wrecked your pretty hole.

“Gonna stuff this ass and you’re gonna love it, ain’t you sweetheart?”

You couldn’t reply, your face muffled into the sheets as you attempted to nod, the fullness seeping through you as you began to relax, body turning complacent under his relentless movements.

He didn’t pull out when he came, tight rectum stuffed with his cum as he softened inside of you, cum pooling around his member as it leaked out. His hands steadied against your hips as he removed himself, gripping your ass as he watched hot spurts of him ooze out.

“Pretty fucking thing, so good to me.”

You could only whine in response, lifting your ass up to present it again.

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I love him in his gear but this mission was a nice variation

Bonus: *even the confusion is confused*

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trying to dom ghost and he tells you not to tell him how to use “his” cunt :(((

hnfndknfkd anon you have. a big brain.

like imagine that you’re trying to 69 with him and you’re trying to keep your cunt away from simon so you can take your time with his cock.

maybe you’re sitting closer to his chest instead of straight on his face (or you’re at the very least hovering) and your hands are wrapped around his cock.

he hisses in pleasure as your hands move up and down, your spit dribbling down to his tip. all he can do is look up at your cunt, all slick and shiny as it’s practically teasing him.

every time he’d try and lean up to catch your pussy, you’d nip at his thigh or pat his leg to get him to stop.

you hear him growl and suddenly he’s grabbing your hips and yanking your cunt down onto his face. finally.

“never. never keep this fuckin cunt from me. never keep my cunt from who she belongs to.”

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Simon's the guy who is nonchalant and a no-nonsense attitude, he's the man who doesn't care and absolute zero fucks and that's until missus comes along.

Now Simon's running around the house, bickering how you shouldn't skip breakfast and he's absolutely frowning when you side your greenies before he's holding your jaw and spooning them in, “Now be a good girl for me, won't ya' cupcake.” is all he says, tapping twice under your chin.

He's fussing over you, tucking you in scarves and caps and buttoning your coat because it's cold outside, “Can't see my pretty girl sick.” is all he says, bumping your nose.

John practically snorted when Simon pulled out your sneakers from your purse that he has been carrying, because he knew you're gonna whine about your pointy heels later, “Dance all you like babygirl” is all he says, bending down and removing those evil heels, then massaging your red ankle before he's sliding in your sneakers.

Oh, and yes he's gonna burn the whole fucking world if it meant to keep you warm, because he fucking cares only about missus.

Grim Reaper! Simon

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Just thinking about how simon would definitely be the type of man to start cooking ribs, I mean like marinating those things and letting them slow cook for hours, only for him to slip out of the bed at nearly 3am.

You only noticed because his side of the bed got colder and then you woke up to your precious simon riley with a plate of ribs in his big hands, piled high for both of you as he sat down. you wouldn’t care about getting food on the bed this late, and he knew it. He liked cooking for you when on leave, liked providing.

“ribs.”

He mumbled, and you gave a sleepy nod before leaning against him, idly taking a rib and obliging him with a bite of the food. As it turns out, it was pretty damn good, and for another hour or so you both just sat there, silently eating ribs in bed.

Anyways, I’m marrying him. He’s mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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simon riley who becomes even more smitten with his wife whenever she's angry at him. he doesn't know why, but seeing her scold him for something as simple as forgetting to put the toilet seat down or forgetting to grab a tub of ice cream just makes him grin. it makes him want to gently remind her who's in charge (at least in the bedroom; he knows how much power she has over him. he's weak to her).

all he has to do is cup her face and coo, "i'm sorry lovie, i'll do better." and suddenly she's not very mad anymore. if that doesn't work, he just pushes her against the nearest surface and eats her out until she's a babbling mess (he tried doing that in public one time; she waited until they got in the car to complain about that too).

her attitude rarely gets to him though. if anything, it just turns him on. although if she gets too mouthy, he'll just let her yap without saying anything, just staring down at her. that's when she knows she's in actual trouble.

after she mellows out and simon finishes having his fill of her, she'll get very shy and grumble at him for that dirty trick she falls for every time. "did i not do enough of a good job love? need another round?" she shuts up after that, turning her heated face away from simon's smug grin, the bastard.

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thinking of simon gaining some weight when he gets back home from a long mission. he's like a big bear, warm and comfortable when he traps you in his arms. you're obsessed with his stomach chub, his abs now giving away to soft fat, filling out his shirts more.

your hand keeps ending up under his shirts, resting on his tummy, your fingers occasionally caressing his skin. simon huffs, slightly tickled by your soft touch along his belly. the corner of his lip curves as you sneak your hand into the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pushing past his blond happy trail to his pelvis.

your fingers graze the tip of his flaccid dick, a twitch in simon's thigh the only acknowledgment of your sudden touch. "oops-" you jump, pulling back and laying your palm back on his stomach.

"watch it," he rolls his eyes, shifting his hips to adjust himself. he can see your lips curled to hold back a smirk from the corner of his eye, refusing to turn to you and acknowledge it. he knows it wasn't an accident anyways, you minx.

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Just sniper things 🌡️ (high stakes mission)

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trying to ride simon but failing miserably every time. he'll never request it from you, no, but what man doesn't love to have his beautiful girl bouncing on his veiny cock, your breasts at perfect level to be squeezed and nipples sucked? to feel himself impaling your pussy, abusing your cervix but you're too fucking desperate to care about the dull ache in your stomach.

you're working yourself so hard, puffy clit rubbing against his pelvis with each bounce, his blond pubes leaving teasing kisses that threaten to drag you over the edge. but simon is greedy, he needs more of you, faster and harder. he needs to control you.

you know as soon as his legs spread apart on the bed, it's over for you, control is immediately gone. he plants his feet down on the mattress, his hips propping you up, pushing his leaking cock even further than you felt was possible, his full balls pressed against your plushy ass.

his strong arms wrap around you, pulling your upper half down onto him so your chests are pressed together, locking you into place as he fucks you. your mind is foggy, the sense leaving your brain at the intense pleasure he gives you, tight walls strangling his throbbing dick, a silent plea for him to destroy your insides. cream dribbles out of your pussy, trailing down his balls to the sheets, leaving a damp stain in its wake.

hot tears are pouring out of your eyes, pure bliss enveloping you as he uses you as his cum dump. the only words you can blabber out are "fuck simon!" and even then your tongue struggles to work properly, senses overloaded as your orgasm washes over you, the pressure in your head so intense black dots line your vision.

you can't hear or think, only feeling the vibration of simon's chest against yours with his low groans, probably praising how good you feel and that he's right there but you're too fucked out to understand. you can only feel the sweat dripping down his chest, his skin sticking to yours as he fucks you into oblivion.

his thighs stutter as he finishes, filling you as deep as he can go with ropes of hot, thick white cum. it fills you to the brim, dripping out of your pussy and down your inner thighs, only adding to the soiled sheets beneath you. slowing his thrusts to a stop, he pushes you up by the shoulders, taking a good look at your flushed face. drool is pooled in the corner of your mouth, red cheeks stained with tears, looking as wrecked and beautiful as ever.

his dark brown eyes dance along your body, as if taking a mental video of your chest rising and falling rapidly, attempting to catch your breath while looking at him with that glossy look in your eye.

so yeah, you may fail to ride him to orgasm every time, but fuck is it worth it.

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Just sniper things 🐦 (low stakes mission)

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I just finished watching the campaign for COD Modern Warfare, and I just have so much to say, but I'm giggling way too much(especially after the cafe scene at the end when Price is putting together TF141), but yeah tehe