#fyi: even though the anon uses she/her pronouns I'm writing the reader as gender-neutral.

[lxvvie]

Been thinking thoughts about teasing fuck nasty Simon: He’s getting ready to go back to base for a few months and he’s already at the front door. His gf stops him and tells him to close his eyes and open his mouth. When he does, a little confused, she stuffs a pair of soaked lace knickers in his mouth.

“Another one for your collection.”, she tells him as she pats his cheek.

Simon who gets rock-fuckin' hard when he gets a whiff of your scent and you bless his tastebuds. Fucking hell.

Simon who later texts you a picture of those same pair of underwear, now soaked with his cum, and he's missing you.

Thanks for the gift, sweetheart.

[lxvvie]

I‘m a huge fan of the there’s only one bed trope but let me change it up a bit. The 141 are on deployment and the reader loses her sleeping bag and tent in a firefight. So now she has to share with Simon. Somehow Simon’s fingers end up between her legs👀

Ghost, in all his gritty fuck-nastiness, saw you losing your things as the perfect opportunity to claim what's rightfully his.

You don't even get to ask before he tells you you're with him.

Good thing, too, 'cause it's a little chilly at night, so when you finally settle down for the night, you're... mighty close to Ghost. Close enough to feel his heat, yeah, but you ain't touching.

Not yet. Until you finally do and he says, "Fuck it."

And now he has his fingers knuckle deep inside you.

"Gotta keep 'em warm," Ghost says gruffly as he pumps 'em in and out. FuckfuckfuckyouwannamoanohfuckGhost—

"Keep it in. Can't attract attention." Not a suggestion, an order, and you're left whimpering and trying your damndest not to get too loud as he finger bangs the fuck out of you.

[lxvvie]

I need a Simon Riley where he is fucking her and then reader is all upset, so she starts crying her eyes out and he stops. But instead of talking with her, he slowly eats her out and takes such good care of her

…they talk later and he eats her out again 🥰🥰🫶

Simon fucking you good but it's not enough. You're close, so damn close but you can't fall off the edge.

You can't cum.

And the frustration builds up alongside the pleasure and soon, your moans and sobs have become intertwined. Simon stops, stops, and pulls out and you're even frustrated at that—Why the fuck did you stop, Simon?

Simon who realizes what you need as you gasp, sob, and whine out your aggravation; he understands that irritation all too well, wanting to jump but can't, fucking for the thrill and pleasure but there's... something there, stopping you from veering close to the edge.

Your frustration becomes pleasure again, sobs turning to moans as you grip your soldier's buzzed head, pushing him further between your legs, and his lips and tongue finally make you fall.

Simon who keeps going and you fall into bliss all over his face.

[lxvvie]

I'm sorry but i can't help but think about short d!ck gravess like him being an all proud and egocentric man, but tries to maintain his pride while his girlfriend tells him he's so small that she doesn't even think that little thing can even get her pregnant (at least it gives her some pleasure but still...)

PRETTY PLEASEEEEEE

Not Lil' Dill Phil, anon!

He's a prideful bastard through and through, and best believe a round of orgasm denial is happening when you start mouthing off about his dick (girth over length, okay?!).

And you sure as fuck weren't complaining about it last night either, darlin'.