#simon riley x smut

[babygorewhore]

MDNI

Simon fucks you like it’s the last time he’s ever going to see you. His cock fills you up to the brim and he sloppily gives you open mouth kisses that are a mess of teeth and tongue while he’s rutting inside you like an animal.

He also loves having music playing in the background to match the pace he has. His thrusts are deep and hard. he humps inside your pussy that’s wet and making squelching noises for him.

“Mmm, baby girl. Your cunt squeezing me so tight. Can’t get enough of me, huh?” He growls in your ear.

You whine and wrap your legs tighter around him, “please don’t stop, daddy.” The name slips out before you can stop it and he moans deep in his chest.

“Can I call you that?” You whisper.

“You can call me whatever you want, darlin. As long as I get to fuck you.”

Simon feels you cream all over his dick before he spills into you, ropes of cum inside your pussy as he shudders and grips the headboard and jerks from aftershocks.

“Not so mouthy now, hmm?”

[ghostlywhiskey]

Simon "Ghost" Riley - My Ghost

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,981

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ☆ to put it simply, smut.

Summary: You and Ghost are basically friends with benefits.

Notes: Let the record show, I did ZERO proofreading, so cheers if you catch any errors. I forgot Ghost by Halsey existed until it came on my shuffle and...if that song isn't Ghost coded, I don't know what is. But, enjoy!

find my masterlist here

kiss me in the corridor // but quick to tell me goodbye

“Ghost!” The name hisses out of you as your back comes in contact with the wall. The empty corridor amplifying the sound of the muffled thud of your back hitting the wall. 

Any ounce of confusion or anger towards his action is seemingly turned off like the flick of a light switch the second your eyes lock contact with him. It was the way his hand cupped the right side of your face, demanding the focus onto him. 

“I don’t appreciate being shoved against the wall.” 

“Darling, you’ve let me do far more questionable things.” He teased back. If that balaclava was off, his grin would put the Cheshire Cat to shame.

An argument couldn’t even be made against the statement he just made. You knew it, and he definitely did as well.

Rolling your eyes, you glance at either side of the hallway. The anxiety rises at the thought of someone seeing the two of you this close. “Fine. I don’t appreciate being shoved against the wall when there’s a chance someone spots on.” The corrected statement is your comeback. 

Ghost lowers his head down to your level, his left hand tugging the bottom of his balaclava just enough for his lips to be exposed. “Had to get your attention.” The sensation of his breath against you sent shivers down your spine. And before you have a chance to respond, lips graze over yours for a brief moment before you're connected. 

Your hands move to his chest to shove him back, but your effort is half-assed and weak as you cave in. The forceful movement of his tongue into your mouth is welcomed by your lips, as if he’s seeking to fulfill a primal craving brewing in his system. Then, he pulls back.

“See you tonight.” And with that, he walks off and turns the corner at the end. 

‘cause i’m always tugging at your sleeve // and i swear i hate you when you leave // but i like it anyway

Ghosts hands were on your waist as the two of you stood in your room. The kiss you two were locked in starting slow and steady, but quickly becoming more intense. As you felt his hands gently squeeze your sides twice, indicating he was going to pick you up, you pulled back from the kiss.

There was no need for him to speak, this routine…this dance between the two of you was simply motor memory at this point. The little indicators here and there, any stranger the either of you were to intertwine bodies with wouldn’t know what to do. Words would have to be spoken. But, when it’s you and Ghost? It was a movie watched one too many times, a song on repeat that has played so many times you don’t even realize it’s still playing. You knew what would happen next or what needed to be done.

Once he lifted you up, your arms and legs finding their way to securely wrap around his neck and waist. Ghosts own hands moving under your thighs to have a secure hold of you.

His boots thud on the floor as he walks your bodies over to the bed, placing you down on it. Articles of clothing are removed until you lay there completely exposed to him in just your panties. He grabbed the hem of his black compression shirt, his muscles flexing as he pulled it off. The shirt joined your clothes on the floor.

As his hands go to unfasten his belt, you quickly sit up on the bed. Your hands moving his hand away as you unfasten the belt, followed by the zipper of his pants. With a gentle tug down at the waistband, they fall and he steps out to kick them away.

Pushing you back down, he hovers over you. His left hand on the mattress to hold himself up, his right hand grabbing yours one at a time to move and then hold them above your head. At the same time you meet for another kiss, his lower half grinds against you, the feeling of his hard on brushing against your covered core. In response, your hands turned into fists and your hips grinding back.

The feeling of your body rubbing against his is what drove him crazy everytime. You were always so responsive to his actions, there was never a question of whether you were enjoying it or not. Needless to say, you fed into this man's ego. 

He growled. It was the quietest, most guttural growl you’ve ever heard as he separated from the kiss. “You’re always so needy, aren’t you?” He said. 

“Stop toying with me.” You said, the words having two meanings. One of the meanings directed towards his actions now. The other meaning directed towards your feelings that grew for him. But, he couldn’t be to blame. You never told him you started having feelings.

“But it’s so fun watching you beg.” His tone was a teasing one. “I beg you to stop toying with me.” You responded. “No, baby. You know the begging I want.” And with that, he pushed his body against yours again, this time keeping a steady and continuous movement. 

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, your panties having a mark to prove it. He pulled back, examining it as he took his hand that held yours above your head and brushed his thumb across the wet spot. “Ghost, please.” His thumb pressed down, causing you to move your hips up once again. “Please.” You begged once more.

A small nod came from him. Then, his hands on either side of your hips as he pulled the panties down and moved to remove his boxers shortly after. Standing at the end of the bed, he moved back on and his one hand spread your legs apart before it rested on the side of you to hold himself up.  His other hand grabbing his cock, aligning himself at your entrance as he teased it slightly by moving his tip up and down between your folds.

“I- Ghost. Please.” These were the only words to come out of your mouth, the only words you could seem to formulate. There was no snarky remark. You just begged, like you always did. 

Once the please left your lips, he thrusted into you with ease. A soft grunt left him as he adjusted and then started to move at a slow pace. The hand that held his cock now moved to bend one of your legs and hooked his arm around it. Your hands found themselves on either of his biceps, holding onto him as he thrusted.

“So fuckin’ tight.” He muttered, gripping your leg tightly as he pressed himself harder into you. A soft moan was given in response to his movements. A smirk formed on his lips, he thrusted again a little more rough this time. “You like when I’m rough with you, huh? Such a needy fuckin’ girl.” The words from his mouth are like fuel to your brain. 

“Only for you.” You cooed, the contrast of your soft voice to his gruff one was like day and night. “Don’t flatter me. As if I’d let anyone else touch you.” He grunted and thrusted into you, the smacking of skin echoing in the room. 

You cried out as he thrusted into you with stronger force and speed. His hand that wasn’t holding your leg moved to your mouth, putting two fingers into your mouth to quiet you down. “Quiet. Don’t go waking up the entire base.” He hissed, leaning down closer to you. “Understood?” He asked. The only response you were able to give him was a small nod, your mouth closing around his fingers and the soft moans coming from you vibrating against them. 

“Good girl.” Ghost said, watching you as you sucked his fingers. His eyes glossed over with desire, igniting more feelings in him in combination with the sensation of you around his cock

Good girl. The validation. It got you every time. Sometimes you wondered if the praise is what kept you compliant with the situation between the two of you. You never argued or fussed. Never asked for more than what was. Part of you was scared that if you did, it would all go away.

Your walls clenched around him, the feeling of needing to release was building. Like a million knots were being tied in your stomach. Lips around his fingers still, you continued to suck on them. Your tongue swirls around them as if it was your favorite flavor of lollipop. The hands on his biceps tighten their grip, nails digging into his skin. He knows you're close now. Another indicator that allowed you two to communicate without words. 

Ghost felt his own climax building. In a quick motion, he removed his fingers in your mouth and his hand moved to bend your other leg the same as the other. Both arms hooked around your legs, he pulled you as close as possible. 

“You’re gonna keep those eyes on me. I want to see your face when you cum around my cock.” He leaned down close to you, your foreheads almost touching as his thrusts became rough, but more dragged out. “God, I feel you clenched around me. I’d stay buried in you all the time if I could.” He grunted, eyes locked onto yours.

“Ghost, I’m not gonna last much longer.” You whimper, your nails leaving marks in his biceps. 

“Who said anything about lasting longer? I’m so bloody close.” He said. 

Your hands moved to the nape of his neck, keeping his head close to yours. Using any ounce of concentration you could, you focused on clenching and releasing around him a few times. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned, his forehead resting against yours now. “I’m gonna fill you up.” His lips connected with yours for a brief moment, the kiss quick but sending shock waves down your spine.

Eyes locked onto his, your climax hit you. “Ghost!” Your moan bounced off the walls of the room. He thrusted quickly a few more times before pressing into you, holding himself steady as he came into you.

Both of you stayed still, steadying your breaths as you looked at each other. Not long after, he pulled out of you. 

Once you both had time to clean off, he stood at the side of the bed and started to dress himself. You stayed in the bed but were now under the covers, sitting up as you held the blanket to your chest.  

He never stayed. And you never stayed. Both of you reasoned there was no point if your rooms were so close. You also reasoned this before feelings started building inside of you.  

You watched as he finished getting dressed, reaching for his wrist. “Just stay for the night.” You suggested, looking up at him. He smirked, leaning down. “Another night. Not tonight, I still have some paperwork I need to finish up.” He moved his hand to hold your chin, kissing you softly.

Just stay. And don’t leave. And if you are leaving, why give a soft kiss that made it feel like this was more than just some arrangement between the two of you? A kiss that felt like it belonged to two lovers. 

Both of you pulled back at the same time, your eyes both looking into each other as if there was something you both wanted to say.

“Night, darling.” Ghost said before he pulled on his balaclava and headed out the room, the door closing behind him.

You stayed sitting up, eyes on the door as it closed. “Night, Ghost.” The words leave your lips as you speak to the dark and empty room.

my ghost // where'd you go?

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[tacticalprincess]

simon and könig being unable to stop bickering for a second, even when they’re balls deep inside of you. they’ve got you in an Eiffel Tower, könig’s cock filling your glossy pussy while simon stuffs your mouth. it took ages of convincing for them to even consider this position, but eventually they decided to put their discrepancies aside for the sake of you, their precious, spoiled little thing. it didn’t last very long though…

“jackhammer much, mate? you’ve got her choking on me over here.” simon points out, his heavy hand stroking your hair soothingly. könig’s using your hips as leverage, bucking into you at a rabid pace, each of his thrusts lurching your body forward and forcing you to take more of simon’s dick down your poor throat. “what happened to treatin’ the princess with care?”

“it’s okay, she likes it. isn’t that right, maus?”

your cheeks warm up as you hum around simon’s dick noncommittally. nothing gets passed the l.t though, and suddenly he’s gripping you by your hair, pulling your mouth off his cock.

“wait, you let him fuck your face?” he asks, sounding genuinely offended.

you wipe the line of spit that trails from your swollen lips all the way to his still hard dick, hovering just out of reach. you huff. “he’s more sadistic than you…” you say sheepishly in response, voice staccato from könig’s thrusts.

“you tellin’ me i’m the soft sex guy? the aftercare fuck?”

“‘s alright, mate.” könig reaches over your naked body to pat his comrade on the shoulder. “youve got boyfriend dick. happens to the best of us.”

[deunmiu-dessie]

pillow princess!reader who decides that they want to try being on top for once and anchors their small hands on ghost's chest, bouncing sloppily on his cock and whimpering at his praise. “that’s it. good girl, just like that.” pillow princess!reader who pants in small, short puffs, cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. pillow princess!reader whose movements start to get slower just when they're on the brink of cumming. “ i c-can't, m’tired, si.” bf!simon who rumbles deep in his chest at your whiney complaint, "ah, fuckin' hell." bf!simon who grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into you, hard and fast, gravelly voice mocking. "look at you, can't even fuckin' ride me properly." bf!simon who simpers at your scrunched up face and bleary eyes, mouth open to let out pitiful sobs. "m' sorry, d-daddy--mmn!" he chuckles softly, "'s alright, pet. " ˙ᵕ˙

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒! ⁽ nsfw ⁾

[mrsariariley]

ghost and his tiny gf !

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

simon riley, who is huge! he takes up half of the couch - but when he manspreads? you cant even see the couch under his enormous body!

simon riley, who has to bend down when entering a room otherwise he'll hit his head on the doorframe. he can't possibly live without a high ceiling!

and simon's girlfriend..

a tiny little thing, has hardly ever grown! youre so small, simon has to bend down to kiss you. simon has to lean down slightly to hold your hand - and even then, you can only wrap your hands over 3 large fingers!

when you wear his clothes, it pretty much fits as a blanket!

when the boys from the force first laid eyes on you, they were just so shocked. ghost? as in big lieutenant riley? with a small thing like you? no way!

simon loves seeing his girl all curled up on the bed when he gets home, hardly even taking up half. he loves seeing you nuzzle your face into his big chest when he wraps his large arms around your tiny frame, warming you up instantly.

but, he would be a liar if he said it didnt turn him on.

seeing you whimper and whine when he pushes half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, writhing and letting out small sobs of pleasure.

"mmf.. s-si..!! it wont fiitt!!" youd whine through slutty sobs.

"y'r taking me so well, doll.. y' can do it."

and when he does fit it all in, youre just a mess under him. completely braindead and rambling nonsense about how it just feels too good, and he's too big! all drool and tears :(

but dont worry, he'd be so good to you !

finishing inside of you and pulling out, removing his head from the crook of your neck. he'd kiss all up your body, leaving red hickeys that will eventually turn purple. he'd wipe away your tears, leaving you to rest as he runs you a bath.

and then, when youre back in bed, exhausted, he'll snuggle you into him - youd never sleep any better.

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do not re-publish OR translate my work !

mdni / masterlist

a/n: first post kinda nervous !

[emoelvin]

[bitten-fruit]

Simon forgets how strong he is

18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words

just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!

Simon forgets how to be gentle.

When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.

But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.

The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.

And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.

You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"

The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.

His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.

Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.

So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.

His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.

With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."

His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.

"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.

Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.

You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.

"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"

Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."

Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.

"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.

"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."

"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."

You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.

His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.

You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."

[suguann]

When you first introduce him, Simon instantly knows that he hates your now ex-boyfriend—especially after he broke up with you only two months into the relationship, and the reason behind it sets his teeth on edge.

You’re perfect and so sweet; how could he—

“He broke up with me because…I um…Do I really have to say it? It’s embarrassing.” 

He bumps his knee into yours because he really fucking sucks at saying the right thing when the moment calls for it. “You don’t have to say anything.”

With a huff, you get a little flustered and glance down into your glass of beer, brows furrowed. “I couldn’t make him fit.” 

It’s so soft, but he hears it as if you’d shouted it across the bar.

The only thought he can think of is that your ex-boyfriend is an idiot once he has your back pressed up against his chest and trembling thighs spread over top of his. Three of his thick fingers already work deep inside of you, filling the room with filthy squelching sounds and your breathy moans.

His thumb carefully drags over your clit, loving how you twitch in his arms. “See? Someone just needed to stretch your little pussy properly, huh?”

“Mhm.” You nod, pressing yourself further into him, thighs butterflying open. “It feels so good.”

“You’re so loose and wet. I bet my cock would slip right in.”

Your walls clench and flutter around him, and it takes everything in him not to toss you onto the bed and fuck you into his sheets. “Simon, can you fuck me? Please?” 

It’s hard to deny you when you ask so sweetly, but he can’t give you what you want—not yet. You whine when he pulls one of his fingers out, but it cuts off into a surprised squeak when he grabs your smaller hand to bring it between your thighs. 

“Put one of your fingers inside your pussy.”

You turn your head to look up at him, kiss-bitten lips pulled into a pout. “But—”

“Come on, love, be good for me.” Teeth nip your jaw as a warning. “I know you can be so good for me.”

Slowly, you ease your finger in beside his with little pants of his name. His cock jumps against your back as he watches your cunt open up to suck in the intrusion—it makes his stomach twist. Simon traps your finger between his and curls them alongside his inside you, tearing a sharp cry from your chest.

“You’re so gorgeous.” His words are raw, rumbling somewhere deep within his chest. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. So full. Better than your boyfriend ever could.”

Masterlist

[elexaria]

when you start dating johnny, you also start dating simon. they’re best friends, which means simon is also your best friend.

he’s always over at your place, and you always sit inbetween then whenever you guys watch a movie. johnny’s hand on your thigh whilst simon’s arm chills around your shoulder, his thumb gently rubbing your arm.

so its no surprise when you end up getting furiously dicked down in bed by simon, his thick girthy cock stretching your poor cunt out while you choke on johnny’s fat dick, tears in your eyes as your muffled whimpers only spur them on more. “fuckin’ hell—“ si grunts out with each bellow and pump back inside of you, his thumb reaching down to tease your swollen clit. johnny’s fingers pinch at your nipples, chuckling as he grabs at your stupidly fat tits with a satisfied growl.

[konigsblog]

headlocks 'nd simon riley

; getting fucked in a headlock

tw: headlock, power difference (?) female reader.

it's simon riley's thing to fuck you in a headlock. that turns him on and his tip leaking and drooling all over his brute abdomen.

when you're spoon fucking, he wraps a strong, muscular arm around your neck, muscles flexing as he holds, making sure you're restrained and bound while you take his girthy cock, feeling him slide deep inside your gummy walls. your pussy throbs and clenches around his shaft, eyes rolled back and your jaw hanging open, pleasure dripping from your little cunt.

“look at ya’... whiney’ slag.”

he spits, muttering his harsh and hurtful words into your ear while tightening the already firm grip he has on your neck. you cry softly, body shaking with euphoria and stress as you attempt to breathe. you drag your nails along his upper arm, moaning out to catch your breath while he slams and pounds into you, knocking the wind from your lungs with his aggressive pace.

“keep takin’ it all, lovie. tha’s my girl-- thereee we go... attagirrrllll...”

he chokes you tightly, holding you firmly while you sob out due to your air restriction. simon absolutely adores the power dynamics between you two, how easily he's able to shut you up with a nice, firm fucking.

only when you're gasping desperately will he free you, before grasping your neck firmly, a large hand choking you, fucking you deeper while you whine and choke.

[callsign-datura]

okay but. simon riley's dick. it's not a monster when it comes to length. 7 inches or so. but it's fucking thick. wide. thinner at the base, flares out up to the tip and has an upward curve. every time you and him fuck, it feels like how it did the first time you ever had sex; and if he's been away for a while? it downright stings. but the sting is lost on you when he hits that gummy spot inside you over and over. even tone from the base up. soft pink at the tip that flares an angry red when he's too hard for his own good. he has a few veins, specifically one thick vein along the underside. otherwise it's relatively smooth. he doesn't let his pubes get too long. usually keeps himself trimmed, does a bit of extra work before a date with you and he knows he's going to your place after. at first, he's a slow fucker. slow, gentle thrusts as he holds onto your hips. he rocks his hips slowly to let you get used to it, let the sting fade away. once you start making those whimpery noises, he speeds up a bit. and when you start begging? He forgets about being gentle. switches positions during sex. treats it as an activity for you two to bond, likes the idea of holding you close. likes missionary, but he likes doggystyle more. enjoys pinning you against a wall and holding your hands together as he grinds his hips into yours over and over. he's not vocal, at least until he gets close. when he knows you're about to cum and you start squeezing on him, he says the dirtiest things and laughs when he feels you squeeze even harder. he loves asking questions, expecting no real answer but a pathetic whimper and a moan. "you like that, love? like how it feels when i fuck you stupid? look at that look on your face... fuck, you're tight. squeeze me any harder and i'll fill up this pretty pussy. mm, you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

[whateveriwant]

Simon Riley rough sex this. Simon Riley hard kink that. What about silly sex with Simon, huh? What about fun, carefree sex? What about goofy, awkward, ‘Ouch, you're on my hair’ / ‘Oh shit, sorry, love’ sex with Simon? Huh??? Ever think about that?

Simon who trips and falls after getting his feet caught in his trousers. Simon who fumbles his words as he tries to dirty talk, because you just feel so damn good he can't think straight. Simon whose sweat drips and stings your eyes as he holds himself above you. Simon who attempts to keep a straight face after one of you makes a fart noise, but then he breaks, which makes you break, and then you're both just dissolving into a fit of laughter. Simon who accidentally elbows you in the head as you're changing positions. Simon who misses your lips as he tries to kiss you in the dark, catching the tip of your nose instead. Simon whose voice cracks super loudly in the middle of a moan. Simon who forgot to lock the cat out of the room, and now she's jumping on the bed with you. Simon who has to pause and take five minutes after he gets a bad cramp in his leg. Simon who grins and chuckles to himself as he cums, biting his lip as he's overwhelmed by a feeling of bliss.

And finally, neither Simon nor you really worried about finishing, because at the end of the day all you care about is having fun together.

[victoryverse]

simon can't get over the feel of how tight your cunt gets everytime he comes back from a mission. it's not been stretched in a while, your little fingers or toys are nothing in comparison to his fucking thick length.

"shit" he curses with every thrust, "how do you get so fucking tight every time? jesus christ. just squeezing me, aren't you?"

your mouth would be dropped open, pleasure and pain mixing together, your tight pussy opening up to take him in.

again and again, rough, full thrusts that make you run your nails down his back. he doesn't even react to the pain of that, too focused on opening you up for him.

"shit. gonna have to fuck this pretty cunt every day"

he smirks as he sees you gasp and writhe beneath him, too fucked out to reply.

"multiple times a day too, yeah?"

[yawnderu]

Sex Pollen — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

girl dinner since my König sex pollen has over 900 notes♡

"That's it, love..." Ghost growls out as he pushes your hips up and down slowly, your warm, wet cunt engulfing his thick dick as his hips thrust up to meet you halfway. Your womb is already full of his cum, yet Ghost is unable to stop, each orgasm seemed to just be making his cock harder and his balls tighter. Being all the way inside you felt too damn good.

"So pretty like this, sweet girl... like you were made to take my fuckin' cock all the way inside that tight little cunt." He muttered between clenched teeth, trying his best not to cum inside you yet. For the first time in his life, Ghost was willingly having sex, and oh God, he can't believe he has been missing out on this. His thrusts were slow and deep, making sure to put your pleasure before his, hitting all the right spots with his fat cock.

"Ghost...—" His name being moaned out by you felt like music to his ears, his eyes narrowing slightly as his grip on your hips got tighter, pushing you faster up and down his dick as your tight walls gripped him, a mix of your cream and his cum coating his length, making a ring on the base of it. Though his face was concealed by the balaclava, you can see his expressive eyes focused completely on your face, basking in the pretty faces you make when you're cock-drunk. You already forgot how many orgasms he's pulled out of you, yet it all feels too damn good to ask him to stop, even when your cunt is abused and fucked-out.

"Fuck— angel, let me cum in you." He pleads for your consent, just as he did the last four times he came inside. "Want to fill you up so good, baby, please." Ghost's eyes roll to the back of his head as you give him your approval, groaning and grunting as he begins to thrust harder and deeper into you, his gloved hands pulling your hips all the way down so his cock is completely inside you as his thick, warm cum fills your womb up.

[tojisun]

simon grunts, his chest heaving as he palms at his chub, tracing the twitching muscle of his cock and letting out a hiss at the muted pleasure that razes through him. he shivers at the heated look you give him, your pretty eyes awash with desire, scalding as it trails down the lines of his bulk until it settles on his flesh.

“ah,” you whisper and simon nearly moans at the awe in your voice.

“s’right, baby,” he says, feeling the way he pulses underneath his low-hanging sweats. “s’all f’r you.”

there is a whine that drags itself from the base of your throat, so primal in the way it scratches your vocal cords, and simon has to fist his cock to stop himself from rutting against his palm.

“i can’t,” you whine, pouting, your eyes still trained on his groin. “‘m gonna be late for work.”

“please,” he croaks out, breathless himself. “how about jus’ the tip, love? jus’ give daddy a taste of you ‘round me, yeah?”

simon knows it is playing dirty to pull this card on you—to exploit your one weakness—but simon’s guilt is tucked underneath his stretching need, the desire bloating as it leaks past his rationality, leaving him with thinning restraints.

your sharp inhale is all the answer he needs.

he bites the inside of his cheek to tamp down the smirk dancing to the corners of his lips.

“okay,” you reply, tentative and quiet. “but just the tip, you promise?”

“swear,” simon murmurs.

like a goddamn liar.

he relishes in the squeals dripping from your parted lips, only for them to be muffled into your pillow.

he’s got you on your knees, your front all but pressed flat on the bed, your arms having lost the energy to keep yourself up as simon fucks you from the back. he’s got fistfuls of your ass, using them as sweet, sweet leverage as he manhandles your body back to his cock.

“so good f’r daddy, sweet’art,” he rumbles, his voice so deep it even sounds foreign to him. “so, so fuckin’ good, love.”

he punctuates his words with hard thrusts; drawing his cock out slowly, deliberately torturous so he can watch the way your hole grips at his cock, not wanting to let him go, before punching it back in. he doesn’t stop and keeps pushing his cock past the gummy press of your walls until his hips are pressed flush to the fat of your ass.

then, he repeats the process—sharp snaps of his hips leaving you twitching, and simon watches with a crazed giddiness as your hands uselessly scratch at the sheets as though that could tether you.

he bends forward, his bulk covering your trembling body. “such a cute darlin’ for me, lovie.” he ruts his cock along a particular sweet spot. “say ‘thank you’ to daddy?”

he hears a warbled reply from where your head is pressed to your pillow.

“hmm? wha’s ‘at?”

simon cups a hand on your forehead and carefully pulls, tipping your head up just enough that he can hear you.

he hears a hiccuped sob, then, “than’ you, daddy.”

simon giggles and presses a kiss on the back of your head. “what a good doll y’are.”

something about that makes your body tremble, spasming in his hold, and simon watches with awe as your toes curl, before he has to let go of you at the sudden tightening of your walls. his eyes go white, his ears ringing with a sharp static.

he feels so, so overwhelmed at the expanding euphoria that washes over him, lapping at the synapses from the back of his skull to the cavity of his ribs.

“you came,” simon mutters in awe, his voice passing through his teeth like a gritted hiss. “christ, lovie-”

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