#ghost x chubby reader

[nanamincreampie]

Sweetheart, You Dripped on the Carpet

Context: Your husband comes home after a long day of “work” to find you standing in the living room in nothing but a blood-splattered plastic apron. You’re completely naked underneath, your body on full display, plush, warm, and slick with crimson. A corpse lies at your feet, but he only has eyes for you.

Content Warnings: Murder & blood, dead body in scene, nudity & implied sexual content, blood kink themes, Serial killer romance, Dark humor, 18+ MDNI

The sun was long gone by the time he pulled into the driveway. Its pale light had bled out across the horizon hours ago, leaving behind a lazy half-moon and the hum of suburban silence. The porch light was off, which was unusual. She usually left it on for him, even though they both knew shadows suited them better.

He stepped out of the car, locking it with a lazy flick of his wrist. His shoulders ached. The body from earlier had taken longer to dismember than expected. Bone saws were efficient, but messy. The client would be pleased, though. He always left things clean.

His boots thudded up the front steps. He unlocked the door, pushed it open, and—

The scent hit first.

Metallic. Sharp. Fresh.

Not his kill.

He paused, nose twitching. His eyes narrowed slightly, but his body didn’t tense. Not quite. Instead, a slow smile curled the corner of his lips.

She’d been busy.

The living room was dim, lit only by the flickering amber glow of a corner lamp. Shadows stretched long and thin across the room, and at the center of it, barefoot, blood-soaked, and radiant, stood his wife.

She was calm, like she had all the time in the world. One hip jutted out with a relaxed defiance, a butcher’s knife dangling from one hand, tip still dripping. Her natural coils were puffed into a soft halo on top of her head, untouched by the violence splattered across the rest of her body.

And she wore nothing… nothing but a clear plastic apron.

The thing clung to her body, smeared with blood, fogged in places from heat, and sticking in streaks to her thick, plush frame. Her belly peeked from behind it, round and soft. Her breasts, full and heavy, pressed against the plastic, nipples dark and visible through the red-slick transparency.

His gaze dipped lower.

The apron ended just below her hips, and through the glossy, blood-speckled sheet, he could see the curve of her bare pussy, plump lips glistening, slightly parted from the warmth still rolling off her skin. No panties. No modesty.

Just his wife, naked and coated in crimson, standing over a body like a vision from a dream only a monster like him could conjure.

She blinked at him.

Wide brown eyes. Calm. Sweet.

Like she hadn’t just gutted someone in the living room.

Like she was waiting for him to ask how her day went.

“Hi, baby,” she said softly, voice honey-sweet, head tilted just a little to the side.

He stared. Then slowly, he shut the door behind him.

And he got hard, instantly.

Simon Riley, Sukuna Ryomen, Geto Suguru, Reiner Braun, Ghost face,Miguel O'hara

[merakidoll]

after a long day at work your favorite thing was coming home to your very handsome, very large husband. ghostie was always the best at his housely duties - cooking, cleaning, helping you unwind; he was really good at that. after a long day of being in the stuffy office, and the headache of hearing the constant complaining of your colleagues you we’re finally in your safe space. the marble counter top helped you bend just right, your flexible body awkwardly positioned but you were getting the best pleasure out of it.

as the soup boiled on low just a few feet away you were on your island, head uncomfortably positioned as you deep throated ghost’s fat length. his cock bulging in your throat and the repeated gags and spit bubbles. while your mouth was occupied so was simon’s. your cunt was in his face, slimy wetness decorating him like a face wash, his tounge licking at anything it reached. his objective though? was making your clit so puffy and fat!

you moaned around him, vibrations sending small shivers down his spine as his took a little nip at the fat of your lip and rose up spitting his cream filled mouth back onto your thumping cunt that made a big mess. ghostie moaned, while shaking his head disapprovingly and entered two of his chubby fingers into your hole watching as they stretched you. “nasty slut” he bucked his cock deeper into you groaning at your lewed sounds, and getting his fingers to match the pace of him fucking your face. “makin a mess on my counter tops. a greedy slut who couldn’t wait hmm?” you shut your eyes tight, pussy clenching around him and your breath getting shallow making you choke at the unexpected orgasm

“f-fuck doll take it” he held your head down at the base of his dick, stuffing your throat and shuddering in sensitivity as his cum stared to overflow from your mouth. he threw his head back fucking his fingers into your faster - an unimaginable pace that he knew he was making a mess with your messy insides. his kept his cock stuffed in your warm mouth but unmoving - he used his now unoccupied hand to slap your puffy clit chuckling darkly at your cries when squirt started making yet another mess on his marble.

ghostie was the absolute best at being a house husband. holding your naked body against his own, trying not to touch your sensitive clit as he held you like a baby mixing the warm soup that was now ready!

[dimicul]

wine red

simon riley x chubby!female reader

just something quick i wrote after i saw this ghost headcanon on tt :,)

“Nothin’, just don’t like how my stomach sticks out.”

Simon pauses, his expression neutral. He glances towards you, drinking in the sight of your features drawing into a small frown as you studied your reflection, hands supporting the small pudge around your belly. He notes how bloody beautiful you look in red, but looks back to his own shoes, urging back a grunt of frustration.

You never complained about your belly.

He’s been around you long enough to be aware of your insecurities, watching you pad towards the bathroom mirror and prod at your pimples, grumbling at the bump on your nose bridge, sometimes sat beside him in bed with a sparkly face mask on - it was second nature to know you, and although it pissed him off to no end, he also understood insecurities were normal.

But this - this was different. You embraced your body, curves, blemishes and all, the crooks and crevices denting your flesh - you didn’t care for the sly looks or judgemental comments, you wore whatever the hell you wanted. And if anyone had a problem, Simon would have fixed it in a heartbeat. This wasn’t your insecurity, this wasn’t a flaw, it was a part of you you loved.

Simon couldn’t handle your expression.

A sigh, a clacking of heels - you had torn your gaze away from the mirror, face scrunched up into one of those mopey frowns Simon adored, and grabbed the leather coat from the rack. It’s almost suffocating, the silence, and he does realise he needs to say something, but talking wasn’t always his strong suit. So his jaw clicks into place, shoulders broad and unmoving, gloved hands resting on his thighs.

Suddenly Simon is sixteen again and sat in front of his headteacher.

He runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, whiskey irises boring into the back of your head before you turn with a half assed smile. Ha. He’s glad he can understand your little moods now, or else this night would’ve turned for the worse.

“Come.” The baritone of his voice draws you out of your darting thoughts. You sigh, stepping forward.

You’re not prepared for when his large hands latch onto your hips gently, pushing you forward so his head could rest on your stomach.

“Si-”

And again. You’re doing things you’ve never done before - you always let him rest on your stomach, it was never something you panicked about. A beat passes and your boyfriend lifts his head, penetrating eyes contrasting starkly against the red of your dress.

“What’s up with you?”

You purse your lips, mulling over his tone. “Nothing, just - this dress wasn’t always so… fitting.”

Simon hums roughly, and you inhale sharply at his hands stroking against your hip tenderly.

“Look’s fine to me.”

Neither of you say anything. Not a lot of words needed to be said around him, but then again, not a lot of men were like Simon. Your eyes soften, and you let your palm rest on the back of his neck, your touch making him hum again, the vibrations against your belly causing you to shudder.

“Ev’ry big boy needs his big girl.”

You laugh sweetly, and finally, he exhales quietly, welcoming the feel of your nails against his neck. He supposed it didn’t matter what the hell you thought about yourself.

Because he’d always want you.

[call-me-kat-astrophe]

tattoo artist simon x plus size reader drabble | 18+ content, mdni

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Simon Riley who's the owner of a tattoo parlour that you stumble into one day, face red as a tomato as you stutter that you want a tattoo.

It's clear as day from the get go that you've never gotten a tattoo before, given how nervous you look. But then again that could be shyness, you seem the type after all - barely making eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time, face tintng even more when you do lock eyes before you quickly swivel to focus your gaze on something else.

That's not all that Simon's noticed though.

No, he's also noticed how pretty you are. The full figure making his mouth dry and his cock twitch with a stirring hunger. Plush hips and thick thighs - fuck, what he'd give to bend you over and fuck that shyness right out of you. In his experience, it's always the quiet ones that cry the sweetest when he's giving it to them good. He's willing to bet you're no exception.

But he forces himself to be professional, to go over a few standard questions with you so you know what you're getting into (and not at all because he wants to know more about you).

Name, age, if you've gotten any tattoos done before to which you respond with an embarrassed 'no'.

"Your bloke ain't makin' you do this, is 'e? Not forcin' you to get 'is name or somethin'?"

It's a thinly veiled excuse to see if you're single or not. Simon Riley is a lot things but a homewrecker he is not.

Your eyes widen. "No! No, no, nothing like that, it's just, uh ... it was my birthday the other day and, I don't know, I've been telling myself for years one day I'll do something spontaneous like get a tattoo or go sky diving or whatever." A bashful chuckle leaves your mouth as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Figured I'd start with the tattoo first."

Simon's mouth tilts up in slight amusement. "'S probably for the best. Jumpin' out of an 'elicopter ain't exactly for the faint of 'eart."

A surprised blink. "You've done sky diving before?"

"Not exactly."

Before you can ask any more questions, he starts asking you what kind of tattoo you want and where.

His heart almost seizes when you shyly admit you want it on your ass cheek.

Fuckin' 'ell.

He clears his throat, shifts slightly as his pants become suddenly too tight and uncomfortable, his cock straining against the material. "Right. Arse it is then, sweet'eart. Why don't you go get yourself ready behind the curtain, lay down on the chair and I'll be in shortly, yeah?"

You nod and do as he says, disappearing into the back room behind the thick curtain, leaving him to his own depraved mind as he wills his throbbing member to calm the fuck down. It's not like he's never tattooed someone's arse before, he's a fucking professional. He's seen it all. Even pierced one of his best mate's pricks. There's nothing you could have he hasn't seen before, he tries to reassure himself.

When you call out that you're ready, he steps in behind the curtain - and almost cums in his briefs.

Fuck.

Look at that arse - all pillowy plushness, soft and unmarred. He isn't sure if he wants to rest his head on it or sink his teeth into it. The stripes of cellulite going up the edges aren't helping either, taunting him.

Those big, wide hips, perfect for gripping onto as he rails you into next week, hypnotised by the way your skin jiggles with each sharp thrust.

"Is this okay?" You ask uncertainly, face timid as you peek over your shoulder to look back at him, wondering if his stillness and silence was because you'd positioned yourself wrong.

Simon blinks, remembers to breathe, forces himself to move as he starts pulling on rubber gloves and getting his equipment ready. "Perfect, love. Absolutely perfect."

Now, whether or not he rubbed one out later to the memory of his hand holding the soft, round globe of your asscheek - for 'stability' - while his other held the tattoo gun is a secret he'll take to his grave, including the level of depravity his mind conjured up involving all sorts of different scenarios where you would let him sink his throbbing cock into the tight, wet heat between your legs.

Hopefully you'll come back for another tattoo soon.

(If not, don't worry - Simon already has your name and your phone number so it won't take him long to track down your address to and 'accidently' bump into you in your neighbourhood.)

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inspired by this written by @sillyswriting and also bc i got my first tattoo yesterday - if only it was done by a big beefy man in a skull mask 😩💞 (and no it wasn't on my ass lol)

pics in collage do not belong to me, all were found on pinterest

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ daddy got you, simon riley

this but with simon. y’all know i love this video

“bet i can make this pretty pussy squirt huh?” simon looked down at you with malevolent eyes. you’re breathing hard and heavy as you strain your neck to look past your chubby tum and watch simon’s assault on your puffy clit.

“nghh!” you’re crying out as his movements against your cunt continues its speed. you began to feel this odd pressure bubble up in your lower region. “s-si—si, si—i have to-i have to pee!” your voice hurries in a high tone as simon stares down between your legs with dark concentrated eyes.

your man chuckles and ignores your cries with the most malevolent grin. unsurprisingly, he knew you weren’t gonna cum normally like you did. no, with the way your pretty cunt was fluttering around his thick fingers more than usual and how your spongy walls gripped his digits like a vice; simon knew exactly what was on the way. “no you dont, sweetheart. ‘s somethin’ else. let it out for daddy, yeah?”

you shake your head urgently, almost feeling as if this was torture, knowing you secretly loved behind held down by your man like this. but you couldn’t hold that burning feeling in your pussy anymore; you had to let go.

“please please, i’m gonna piss myse—“ your mouth falls open as little spurts of clear liquid erupt from your cunt, simon grinning and fastening his assault on your poor clit when the intensity of your orgasmic waterfall increases. you feel tears fall down your heated cheeks as simon’s practically knuckles deep between your legs, still earning that orgasm from you. “oh my g—fuckkk!”

“daddy got you,” he cooed, continuing to rub at your fat nub while you squirted all over him. “daddy got you, lovie. let it all out princess.”

“nghh daddyyy!” you cried out, feeling your breath taken away from you as you couldn’t stop squirting for the next thirty seconds. you don’t know how you had this much built up in you; but the longer simon’s thick digits were inserted into your pussy, the harder you came around him.

when he finally sensed you’d had enough for the night, simon removes his fingers from inside you, eliciting a heavy exhale from you. with a loving kiss to your clit, all puffy from overstimulation, simon places a final kiss on the inside of your thigh with a silent you did good baby in his gesture.

“such a pretty mess you made, mama.”

[yourmessagehasbeendenied]

~WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

tw; suggestive language, cursing, MDNI, reader stands up for herself, meanie!simon turned into soft!simon, angry!reader, misunderstandings to lovers. fem!reader (chubby, yes, mostly what i write, i gotta give my girls some love.)

You were used to you being the only person without a boyfriend. You were used to people looking at you, or bullying you, and at first it hurt, sure, when you were a kid. But you were used to the people now, you were done being the laughing stock of everyone. It's been a long time since anyone's insulted, you for one reason; They know you bite. Working a dead-end job in a coffee shop with customers either rude or sweet, it's a constant mood change. It's like an emotional rollercoaster, and most of the time it all ended in a shit-show. But whenever anyone's really ever hurt your feelings, you never bit back during your shift. You did it afterwards, when you were off your shift, when you had nothing to lose.

Your manager loved you. Sweet and bubbly, never rude, only after shifts. You knew who to treat right, and you knew who to treat with just a decent amount of respect, never more than they deserved it. He loved it about you, besides, you reminded him a lot of his daughter. He stepped into the shop, he walked like he owned the shop. Blonde hair, tired eyes, you've seen his type before. And you hated it already. Just wanted to punch him in the face. You knew he was gonna be bitchy, maybe make a comment on your weight. You were prepared for all of it, even for your snappy comments. But that didn't stop you from being respectful at first, because even looks can lie. "Welcome to Whisk And Steam, what can I get started for you today, gentlemen?" You asked, noticing his friend behind him. Looked like a scot. "If anything, looks like we need to get YOU started on a weight loss journey," Looks like the "looks can lie" didn't hit this time. You really weren't in the mood for this, so you tried being nice again. That usually gets them to shut up. "I'm sorry sir, could you please order? You are keeping up the line." He chuckled and looked at you up and down. "No, you're keeping up the line. You're keeping up the whole place, lady. Isn't your manager afraid you're gonna eat everything on here?" You snapped. "Isn't your mom afraid you're gonna do drugs? With that look in your eyes, Coffee isn't the only thing you're addicted to." You crossed your arms and tilted your head. "Are you gonna order the fuck up, or are you gonna leave the store?" His eyes widened, and he swallowed. He was caught off guard for a second, he didn't expect you to snap back. "Feisty." He said, before continuing; "Looks like that mouth does do things other than eat. It can yap too." You grabbed him by the collar. "Listen here man I don't know who the fuck you think you are, either be respectful and nice, or just go. Seriously, you don't have to be an asshole just cause you don't feel good, and if you're gonna be like that anyway, can't you be a little more original? If you have such a big problem with my weight you can either-" And that's all he heard before he cut off. He looked at your lips while you talked and grabbed his collar, just couldn't keep his eyes off of you. How can he be manhandled into that? He couldn't keep his eyes off of your chest, either. So plump, soft.. How could he focus on anything else, when you were so close? Who cares if people see him ogling at a bigger girl, it's only normal. Who the fuck even cares? He wasn't even insulting you because he meant it. He was feeling in the mood to fuck with some people, but he found you attractive. Besides, bigger girl, more to love, more to grab, yeah? He wasn't the type of guy to say only dogs play with bones but... He sure as hell considered himself a hungry lion. He was wondering what your mouth could do, other than snap back. Hell he was imagining it, so bad... "- Or just leave! Which one's it gonna be?!" You asked, angrily, and that's what snapped him out of it. He stayed silent for a few seconds before leaning away from you and scratching the back of his head with an awkward smile. "..A date?"

A/N; something something very happy to be here ty for all the attention something something sorry this was rushed i have therapy tomorrow so i gotta scram</3

[v1x3n]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡+ - CHUBBY READER

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : fluff, smut

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : headcannons about chubby reader x simon riley!!

To everyone who thinks Simon ‘ghost’ Riley would have a chubby/fat partner. You are spot on, ive thought about this for as long as ive seen ghost and he for sure would.

The comfort that he can do whatever and you will not snap in two just makes him feel alive. With anyone he's been with - any height, body type. Anything. You're the only one who he loves most and God, your body is one of the best things!

He loves to grip onto you, your hips, thighs. Anything he can hold and squeeze without it hurting. Your thick thighs moving around the house could make a man levitate. So fucking hot. Your thighs that flow around the couch when you sit could make him cum on the spot. He loves thick, massive thighs. Needs something to sleep on and they do the trick. The most comfortable night's sleep he's ever had honestly.

Your arse is bigger though, the round plump shape that shakes when he slaps it. Each and everything you bend over his hand connects with your bum, ripples dancing along the fat as you spin around and glare him in the eyes.

"Oi"

"couldn't help it, sorry dove” his stupid smirk soon followed.

He felt powerful. No, he feels invisible when he picks you up, showing off how fucking strong he is. He does it a few times a week at least, he knows he likes it and he knows you do too. You both love it, both knowing you are just a feather to him. Hardly anything worth straining over.

If you are insecure, be prepared for the amount of:

Compliments

Ego booting

Telling off (sorta)

Showing off

Touching

cause theres a lot. His compliments ranged from fluffy stuff to the naughty, wet pussy compliments. The kind of stuff that would get you squirming in your seat, legs closed trying not to let the moist out from your dirty cunt.

"Fucking hell, look at this gorgeous ass body. wann’ just bend you over and show how much I love your thick ass.” He would groan.

When trying on an outfit, then wondering ‘do I look massive?’ almost makes him teleport to you. Your trying on a sexy little piece. One you wouldn't normally wear. When he passes you, his eyes instantly spot your thighs, the soft skin glowing under the dress, then your bum (obviously) then your gorgeous hair. He could practically radiate your bad thoughts.

"God, that looks so good on you, so so pretty. You wearing it anywhere? Well other than with me to bed.” Another smirk. You roll your eyes, you always do to his ridiculous lines like that.

Just on the couch, you're wearing something completely different from normal. Most days you were just comfortable in your underwear or just one of his shirts but today? Today you were in a baggy hoodie and joggers that float around your body, the once flesh now just a sag of material. He knew something was off.

“Dove? What are you wearing?” his eyebrows shoving up to almost his hairline.

"something comfy” your faux smile after just hitting him in the head with what was wrong. Your lies were outrageous and he knew whenever something was going on.

"don't give me that, your body is fucking gorgeous!” He sits next to you and wraps his arm around you which shoves you into his chest. "You shouldn't think anything negative about it. Id just have to prove how fucking beautiful you are” a blush spread across your cheeks. Remembering the last incident when he ‘proved it’.

Out at a bar again, you're too hammered. Way too drunk. You had promised you wouldn't that much because it was a little meeting up with his team. His team loved you, all of them. Price treated you as if you were one of them, Soap loved to come round to yours at least once every few months to try your delicious cooking and Gaz loved how you dress, you two would talk about it and pick out orders from fashion brands together. But anyway! You are outrageously drunk. wankered. Barley able to stand up thats when your truck like boyfriend comes to the rescue. Picking you up and shoving your short little skirt down so you dont flash anything thats his. Clearly flexing his muscles as he does so, showing everyone how built and strong he is.

“time for home love, let's get you sober up hm?”

His arm warped around your waist when he saw you cooking, softly patting your belly and his hand moving down your pants. You sequel "Simon! "I am cooking!” your words really pronounced. It doesn't really look like he cares though with how he carries on. His fingers play with the seams of your underwear before slipping into them, touching your clit slightly. "I need to make your- fuck!” moan as he taps into it hardly. His free hand grabs onto your left boob and squeezes the fat. Your nipples pop through the middle of his fingers when he rubs them in between. You scream out. The sensation of both his hands working at you could just make you feel the orgasm pushing out.

"Recken you could focus on cooking? Divint want burnt food dove” his lips brought to your neck and pecks a soft kiss there. His smug grin could be felt. Dick.

All the sensitivity is working up and creating loud moans and high pitched whines. Your eyes roll back for a second before you focus back on the food, trying not to let it burn. Flipping it over and gribbing his hand from over the fabric. Pushing his fingers onto it more which makes yet another mewl. “dirty little thing, ain't it?” he taps it a few times. Like a pat you give your mate before leaving. And with that he removes himself from the sticky situation. Plopping himself onto the couch, ready for dinner and hoping for dessert.

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[thirstydemisexual]

LINGERIE||Simon"Ghost"Riley X Plus size!reader

Plot: A package that you definitely did not order gets delivered to your house

(inspired by the amazing fic "Friction" by @daisies-daydreams , I just had to write my take on Ghost buying his plus size girl some lingerie because DAM if it isn't stuck in my head)

Rating: (18+)

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut!, smut with little plot, body worship, mirror sex, Simon fucking your insecurities away, a lot of self projecting, a lot of pet names, p in v you know the drill, unprotected sex, creampie, oral(f!recieving)

This is the first smut I write and English isn't my first language so please be kind :)

No beta we die like the respect I hold for myself

It was a quiet morning, you had been lounging on the couch reading a book a friend recommended to you months ago and you just got around to actually give it a go, when the sound of  the doorbell startled you. You quickly got up from the couch putting your slippers on and went to open the front door, retrieving a package from the hands of the delivery man.

You were slightly confused, the package was clearly addressed to your name but you couldn't remember ordering anything. Curious you settled the package on the kitchen counter and made quick work of the tape with some scissors.

Inside of the cardboard box was another smaller box, decorated with a pretty flower motif and the name of a brand that was not familiar to you. Opening it and unraveling the various level of tissue paper you found your face heating up once realising the content of it.

It was a lingerie set, and a pretty expensive looking one at the sight of it.

It was a blush pink lace babydoll with matching lace panties and matching fishnet stockings with lace trims.

You quickly dropped the fabric trying to regain some composure and made a beeline for the door leading to the garage where your  boyfriend was busying himself working on his bike.

Simon didn't hear you coming in, too busy on his work and distracted by the music blasting from his phone or at least you thought so.

You see Simon knew exactly what package was going to be delivered that day and since the doorbell rang he was expecting for you to get to him.

"Si" you called out from the doorway, face flushed and voice uncertain.

He turned around, teasing smirk on his face, dark eyes meeting your gaze.

"Hey love, something's wrong?" he asked turning the music off and going to the sink and heading to the utility sink to clean his hands from the motor oil that was adorning the hands that you loved so much.

"Did you ehm-" you faltered " would you happen to know who exactly ordered a lingerie set to my name?" You ended crossing your arms under your breasts, looking at your feet.

His smirk turned into a full on smile while he strode towards you, his tattooed arm reaching out to hold on your plump hip, bringing you closer to him while the other hand reached for your cheek, caressing it tenderly before grabbing your chin and bringing your eyes to meet.

"Oh that?" he said then, head lowering to kiss just below your ear " I thought I would spoil my little princess for once"

No matter how many times he would use terms of endearment your heart would still flatter like it was the first time.

"Don't you think it's a bit too much?"

His gaze from playful quickly turned serious as he rose from the crook of your neck to look back into your eyes.

"What do you mean sweets?" He asked as you tried to look away "look at me"

"I mean" you pause swallowing, eyes quickly becoming lucid "Would something like that even suit me?"

"Again, what do you mean with that?" He asked again, gaze never leaving yours.

It took you a moment to get the words out, with a little tear

"I don't think something like that would suit me. I would look ridiculous with all THIS spilling out" you finally responded, indicating your thick thighs and soft stomach with your hands.

"(Y/N)" Simon's tone was serious as he leaned in to kiss your tear strained cheeks "I wish you could see yourself with my eyes"

His arms suddenly reached down under your ass and you quickly sneaked yours around his neck as you got what he was doing. He quickly picked you up, eliciting a surprised sound to leave your lips.

No matter your weight, in his arms you felt light as a feather as he walked with you in your arms, no signs of struggle. He left the doorway before pushing your back against the wall of the hallway that led to the kitchen. His lips met yours in a slow but fiery kiss. Your hands found themselves in his hair pulling, eliciting a little moan from him. He then pulled just enough to be able to speak, lips still basically on yours

"I'll kiss every insecurity out of your body or die trying"

He then secured his arms around you once again and began walking towards your bedroom and unceremoniously trowing you on your king size bed

"Wait for me" he then dashed out of the room.

You didn't have to wait long for him to come back with the lingerie box in his hands, placing it on the nightstand before climbing on top of you.

He kissed your forehead and started leaving a trail of kisses from reddened cheeks down to your throat.

"You are so perfect darling" his lips settled on your pulse point, eliciting a moan to leave your kiss swollen lips.

His hands roaming the curves of your body before making their way under your shirt stilling for a second, waiting for your permission to go on.

"Please" you let out of your shaky lips.

He didn't waste a second before removing your oversized t-shirt, revealing your bare chest, before pulling back and take in the sight of you.

"Look at you" he cooed, pupils blown wide while he licked his lips as if he was about to devour the most delicious meal.

Having him look at you with so much desire and want had your blood rushing south.

He started trailing kisses from your neck to your chest, your breath quickening.

His mouth immediately attached to one of your nipple, tongue playing with the heartened peak, a hand sneaking to your other breast playing with the left out nub, twisting and pulling in the way he knew was going to make you moan the hardest.

"Such perfect tits" he commented, deciding to abandon the peak to leave hard kisses all around your breasts, that were most definitely going to leave hickeys.

You arched your back, hands reaching out to his shoulders, grabbing and pulling at his black t-shirt.

"Si, 's not fair. I wanna touch you too" you mumbled between moans before his hands left your breast to capture yours in his, pinning them at your sides.

Mouth leaving your chest to look in your eyes once again.

" Nah ah sweetheart, this is about you"

He moved south, letting go of your hands with a look that let you intend that you better keep your hands for yourself. Simon started kissing your abdomen, hands kneeding at the flesh at your sides before settling on the waistband of your shorts.

"Can I?" He asked eyes locking into yours, before tugging your shorts and panties down in one move after you gave an enthusiastic nod.

"Such strong and beautiful legs" he started praising leaving kisses and small bites to your thigh, gaze still fixed into yours.

"You know I can't get enough of you, right? You-" he took a moment to raise from his position to place a sloppy kiss to your mouth"-are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Do you believe me?"

Your insecurities were screaming in the back of your head but you couldn't let them win, not when he looked at you like this, with so much love and desire. You believed him, it was impossible not to.

"I do"

A huge smile made his way to his face, eyes squeezing into small crescents as he got up from the bad. A whine of protest rising from your throat.

He took your hands and led you to your feet, before reaching for the box.

"Will you let me?" He asked, fabric in his hands.

"Yes"

"Hands up darling " you did as he said, fabric gliding over your arms. He caressed you while positioning the babydoll correctly over your figure, kissing you're shoulder right next to the strap before going on his knee. He made you step into the matching lace panties of the set, slowly dragging the piece up your legs before fitting it to your bottom.

He looked up at you while lifting one of your legs up to slip on the matching stockings. It all felt so heartworming, the way he treated your body like a precious thing, how he touched you like he was afraid to break you but his moves still confident like always, he knew what he was doing to you.

Once he had finished dressing you he rose up and you didn't waste a second before throwing yourself at him, passionately kissing him.

He left out a low chuckle before sliding his hands to your hips to softly push you around. You complied but let out another whine at not being able to kiss him how much you wanted.

You now where facing your full length mirror, hammered to the wall of the bedroom.

A rush of blood run to your cheeks, you weren't used to wear this type of things but you had to admit that it didn't look half bad.

"What do you think?" Simon asked, back pressed into yours, moving your hair away from your shoulder to kiss your exposed skin.

"I actually like it" you replied, letting one of your hand run on the fabric while the other reached for Simon's hand on your hip.

"Good" he whispered in your ear before starting to let a trail of kisses down your jawline and to your neck "because I intend to fuck you in it"

You let out a small yelp at the sudden attack on your neck, before Simon took your hands in his and positioned them on either sides of the mirro before taking your hips and moving them backwards so that your body was now in a 90 degree angle.

"Si~" you whined looking at his reflection in the mirror after he left a light spank on your butt "I want you"

He chuckled before stepping back to strip out of his clothes, his hard on slipping free from his boxers already covered in precum.

"Who am I to keep the most beautiful girl in the world waiting?" He knelt once again to the ground "But I need to prep you first"

He didn't bother taking off the panties you just put on and that were already soaked, he just pulled them aside before diving face first into your dripping sex.

As he licked up you slit and one of his hand slipped to your from to start circling your clit, you couldn't help the loud sounds you were making or the shaking of your legs.

His other hand reached your needy hole, spreading your folds with two fingers before letting one of them slip in.

Then one finger became two and then three and you were coming so close to your release.

Until Simon pulled out, sticking the slick fingers into his mouth and releasing a guttural sound at the taste.

"Simon" you nearly screamed " I was so close" a couple tears of frustration leaving your eyes.

"I know baby but I want you to come on my cook alright?"

He wasted no time before pushing is hard member into your pussy, thrusting so hard you almost smashed your face in the mirror with every push.

Upon realising that his tattooed arm sneaked to yourself and made you stand up a bit straighter as his hand gripped on your throat, not enough to stop you completely from breathing but restricting it enough in the way he knew made your head spin like crazy. His other hand steading your hip and keeping it still while he rocked into you.

"Look at yourself" he grunted "look at how beautiful you look while I fuck you"

It didn't take long for you to come after that, moaning his name, head falling back into his shoulder.

"Fuck, I'm close" his thrusts becoming sloppy "where do you want it?"

"Inside" you let out as best as you could with the small amount of air you had access to.

"I need you Simon" another breath "Need you so, so bad"

That was all it took for him to come, his hips stilling, painting your insides with his seed.

You both took a moment to breathe before he picked you up, still balls deeps into you, before dropping you both on the bed. He then pulled out, you hissing at the missing feeling of him inside you before turning around and nestling your head on his chest, sliding your arms around his waist. His hands bring you closer, one softly playing with your hair.

"You did so well for me, my beautiful, beautiful princess"

I hope you all enjoyed this, thank you all for the support and I hope I'll be able to post more after this week

Please feel free to point out any grammar error you find but please be kind, I'll cry

[c-r0w5]

I can’t get butcher!simon out of my head and I can’t write for the love of me </333

A bit suggestive so minors dni !!!

Something about Butcher!Simon who occasionally closes shop for a week to head out to a secluded cabin where cell service would immediately stop working leading up the 2 mile long driveway.

Not only is Simon a butcher but also a hunter, buying a good hunting rifle from the trunk of a sketchy man in the back of a 24 hour diner. Handing over a thick wad of cash and forcefully grabbing the gun out of the other man’s hands, inspecting it before letting out a huff of approval and leaving.

Simon who leaves early in the morning, and returns late at night, often trekking far too close to the edge of the forest line for a good fat deer. Occasionally sells meats of the bucks he catches back at his shop, going out quick in the matter of hours because everyone knows fresh game is the best.

Simon who catches a glimpse of reader, watching them as they lean over their car to look down at their car’s motor, muttering about ‘what’s wrong now??.’

Simon who groans at the sight of their fat arse in those tight pants, mind running wild as he realizes he has his best catch right infront of him. Straps his gun to his back and walks out of the woods, readjusting himself in his pants before he lets out a whistle.

Reader whose eyes widen at the sight of a behemoth of a man with a damn balaclava and gun strapped to their massive back coming towards them.

“Everything alright?”

A gruff voice calls out from the man, glancing to the engine and the various parts of reader’s car, immediately knowing what’s the issue.

Reader who swallows and composes themselves, ignoring their dampening panties at the sight of those thick thighs and biceps and shakes their head.

“Ah—, no not really, was passing by and car decided to suddenly give up.”

Simon who only hums and peers inside, grunting and shaking his head.

“No good, yer car’s missing a part, pretty important one too. Next shop isn’t for another couple o’ miles.”

Simon whose attentive eyes catch reader’s disappointment and change of posture before they straighten up.

“Oh..okay thank you…”

Simon who tilts his head to the side, smirking at his plan.

“Ow about you come to my cabin hm? Weather’s gonna drop and get too cold for yer at night.”

Reader who reluctantly nods, having no other option as they grab their bag and lock their car.

Simon who places a hand on the small of their back, grinning behind the mask as he lowers his hand and squeezes their arse.

Simon who leads reader inside his cabin and can’t stop thinking about how he found the fattest and prettiest doe for him to feast on.

[itzmnne-3-111]

Tears & Kisses♡

(daddy’s home 😋)

You and your husbands first ‘real’ fight!

“No what I don’t understand is why you came home smelling like some other bitch!” You yelled as your husband came back from the store.

You and Simon rarely fought, yeah there’s tiny arguments about where this goes and why some girl was looking at him or you funny but it never truly got heated but when he came back from the store and he smelt like perfume and roses you knew something was up…..Or did you?

“Love js’ listen It’s not what you think-“ Simon tried to explain as he put the bags down on the floor and took a step closer to you. All he saw was your hand in his face as you put a hand on your hip and started to speak “I ask you to go out and get me somethin’ while I make you dinner. And you come back smelling like some bitch from the suburbs. What she look like?” You said as you pushed past him and went to grab your car keys but you were blocked by his arm. “Just lemme talk love, please” he said and gently put his hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him one eyebrow cocked as you crossed your arms “hurry up cause I don’t got all day” you said your voice annoyed and cold. You heard your husband sigh then he slowly put his hands down. “Alright.. was just walkn’ through the mall jus like ya told me. Then went into that store ya fond’ over, Poolta? Bulta?..”

“Ulta” you interrupted “yeh’ tha.” He said then took another breath “went to get you some make up the..shit you put on your lips yeah? Then some broad walk n’ fronta me n started sprayin her body with some shit shot all over me” he said as he looked at you softly, hoping you’d listen to him he was about to speak again before you sucked your teeth and slammed your keys on the table “you lucky cause I woulda whooped yours and her ass” you said then sighed as you put one hand on your hip and the other on your head as you shook it slowly “thank you lovie” he said softly as he came a bit closer. You looked up at him “you wanna..go get somethin to eat? We can go to that English place you like?” You stammered as you tried to figure out a way to apologize without physically saying sorry. You felt a pair of chapped lips kiss your cheek then forehead as he pulled you into him slowly “Nah jus wanna cuddle t’nite” he said as he lifted you up and took you upstairs to your shared bedroom “You better wash that damn shirt though” he chuckled as he kissed your neck and cheek as he held onto your in the bed “corse I will, n’ you can cover me in your perfume” he said as you two fell asleep together ♡

-Bonus!-

Simon groaned as he smelt a sweetish sent coming from downstairs. He slowly walked to see you in his shirt and some shorts as you made another piece of beans on toast “love? What you doin?” He said as he walked up behind you to give ya a little hug “It goes against everything my mama done taught me but..I wanna make you happy cause..I might have did you wrong last night..” you said and handed him the plate. “You’re so sweet love, makin yer’ husban’ happy yeah?” He said then took a bite “even burnt the toast a little cause I know how you like your food n shit..” you said and patted your bonnet before you felt saucy lips press against your cheek “Aww Simon you got bean juice on my face!” You said and wiped your cheek as he laughed “Love you too hun”

(If you didn’t notice I dunno how to like write his accent the way I want but imma learn 😭🙏🏾)

[bamblepee]

After reading so much fan fiction (thank you @ 391780) I decided the only way to alleviate the brain rot was to just draw this big doofus and a y/n loosely based off me.

Just a doodle bc I’m busy with stuff but I love Simon sm and I’m gunna make a price one (maybe) later.

Edit: I rendered this image btw here

[merakidoll]

house husband!ghostie who was just the best on wash days. he was so sweet and attentive, learning all about your curls and coils. what products worked best, the best heat protection for when you needed a blow out for braids, and all things moisturizers! a day that was once full of tired arms and tantrums when your braid out didn’t turn out right turned into a day full of intimacy and reassurance. “gonna give our babies the best hair gorgeous.” his right smooth voice made your knees give out. the soothing of the warm water running while your eyes were shut tight, cunt squeezing against his grith.

his calloused hands massaged your scalp letting the shampoo sud up now on his second wash, and your third orgasm. “s-simon!” your voice was louder than intended due to the small echo effect of the sink. his hips slowly and carefully moved. his cock fucking into you slow and sensually, your hands clutching the rim of the sink tightly. your body loving how he was moving, making you feel every vein, and the massive downward curve his dick had. but your mind, your mind was impatient and needed more. your stomach churned yarning to hear the fast pace of his hips hitting your ass, and his roughness that you loved.

but it was a wash day. and on wash days ghostie only gave you the gentlest stokes and softes kisses. when you tried to fuck him back, pushing your ass back to meet his toned pelvis he gently yanked at your stands. “patients,” he said sternly. he used the small hose to rise your hair, squeezing the water out and going in with a deep conditioning mask. while he parts your hair and used a wide tooth comb to comb the product in more he hummed, speeding himself up. his cock jerked in your mushy walls, his adam’s apple bobbing not wanting to lose the battle of letting you break him, but his resistance was slowly depleting.

after making sure your hair was detandgled he dropped the comb, and gripped your love handles taking what he wanted. “g-ghositee waittttuhh!” you were just getting used to his slow strokes, that when he fucked you - still gental but now no longer teasingly, you chocked on your spit. ghost bit his lip letting an animalistic groan out. your cream dropping everywhere getting the freshly mopped floors wet, which he would be happy to clean .. or lick up later. “gotta let the mask sit babydoll” ghost groaned slapping your ass, his balls srucnched with your continuous clenching and unclenching around him. “give me that cum baby” slapping your ass again, he leaned down licking your ear.

“cum all over your ghosties cock” with whimpers and burning eyes from the mask sliding down your face; you came. hard. your knees lost it’s ability again, and ghost held you up - again. creampieing your precious pussy so that you could give him his babies that looked nothing like him, and had your beautiful hair.

[chunkyblossomberry]

Will be silently waiting for part 5 but this is good \(^ヮ^)/\(^ヮ^)/

P2 P3

Reader who gets pregnant off of a one night stand with some soldier during armed forces day, showing your appreciation for his service a little too well.

You had a support system, friends who joked about you having way too much fun, hence your predicament, others already offering to buy things for the baby and your parents who couldn't be happier to meet their grandchild.

But what about the father?

Well, it's not exactly like you could track him down. Fuck, you didn't even know the man's name, only how he made you feel, his filthy words strumming in your ear, big hands tight around your waist, hips slamming away in a desperate chase.

Let's forget how you leg-locked him.

When your daughter was born, everything changed, and time slowed down. She was a quiet baby, barely crying or having any outbursts like a normal child would but outspoken in her own little way. That chunky thing came out of the womb with a glare. Brown eyes staring down anyone and everyone but you.

That's something she definitely got from her father. You vividly remember how his umber eyes watching you from across the bar. He was like an eagle waiting for the perfect moment to strike his prey. A perfect soldier.

So, you named your daughter Adira in memory of his strength. That's one thing he could have.

Adira loved to be by your side. Her chubby cheeks pressed into the nook of your neck, holding you close with strength of a thousand babies. Your clingy little thing was a koala, always by her mommy's side, never straying far no matter how curious she got. When she learned to walk, her favorite thing became to hug your leg, especially while in stores. She hated people, wearing a tiny scowl whenever customers passed by tucking herself closer to you.

Maybe it was a good thing her father wasn't around. Having to compete for her first words would've been a bloodbath.

You spent two years in bliss. The fact that you were a single mother an afterthought to raising what you considered a blessing.

With Adira's second Christmas coming up, you wanted to do something special. She loved trains and found them absolutely amusing, often mimicking the honk as she ran around your apartment. Thankfully, there was a train ride for kids around the park during this time of year.

Here, you stood in line, bundled up to the nines. Big poofy coat, warm gloves, and fuzzy boots. As the crowd moved, Adira clung close, arms wrapped around your leg, glowering at any passerby with an annoyed look on her rosy cheeks.

That one was new. Maybe something else she got from her father.

The two of you took steps in tow, keeping Adira close and comfortable as the train came into view. Her expression shifted, excitement palpable. "Twain!" She squealed, jumping up and down.

Before you could respond to Adira's childlike joy, a man bumped into you by accident, nearly stumbling over his own feet. He turns to look at you, blue eyes meeting yours, but you were too focused on the weird ass Mohawk on his head.

People wore still those?

"Sorry bout that lass." The man starts to apologize, a Scottish accent lacing his voice.

That breaks your stare, laughing awkwardly to mask your wandering gaze. "Oh no, it's fine. You should be careful. you might slip on ice."

He nods, giving you a kind smile. The Scottish man starts to leave, but the look your kid was giving him sent shivers down his spine.

Little Adira was giving him a fierce stare down from behind your leg before ultimately cutting her eyes at him as if he were merely a nuisance.

"Next in line! Mctavish!"

The man doesn't stay after that. You assume that it was him they were calling with the way he hurried off. Hope he doesn't fall, seemed like a nice guy.

Soap can't help but do a double take when be gets to the front. The little rascal was wearing his Lieutenants face, hawk eyeing anyone who dared got to close. It was like looking in a mirror.

He nudged Gaz, making a gesture to look back without making it obvious. "See the lass and her bairn in line?"

Gaz gives him a raised brow, looking back for a second before turning around. "There's a lot of kids with their mother's, Johnny."

Soap glances back, double checking to make sure you were still in line. “The lass with the wee one—she’s got the same wicked look as Lt. You cannae miss her.”

Gaz rolls his eyes but humors Soap by looking once more, his eyes scanning the crowd until they land on a little girl already mean-mugging him from a distance. He swiftly turns around, blinking in surprise, trying to comprehend what he saw. "Uh..."

Soap only nods in agreement. That was Ghost's face, on a kid no less. He wastes no time, elbowing Roach and getting him to look back as well, leaving the other Sergeant in the same shock as Gaz. "That is not a face a kid should have."

"Agreed." Gaz added, shuddering at the thought.

"Where's the cap?" Soap asks, the train ride no longer feeling like fun now that he’s discovered the jackpot.

"Market place with Lt. for cigs," Gaz knowingly remarked, remembering that Price had run out on their way here.

"Well, let's go show them a Christmas miracle," Soap shot up from his seat all too eagerly.

The sergeants just got their Christmas present.

[backwzzds]

thinking about olderbf!simon who finally goes out clubbing with his younger girlfriend. of course it took you weeks to even convince him to go with you. but all your friends were bringing their partners so of course you wanted simon to join you on the night out.

after a few drinks, you and your homegirls are already turnt up at the table. their boyfriends weren’t exactly simon’s age group, so he didnt find himself conversing with them much other than sharing a beer with one another tonight. your friends actually didn’t mind your age gap, especially when they noticed how chill simon was with you.

he practically let you do whatever you want, bought you whatever you want, and did everything you asked without a second thought. he spoiled you endlessly, and your warm touch engulfing his body at the end of every other night that he was home was enough for him to feel loved by you.

you and your friends continue your fun as you suddenly gather the brilliant idea to dance the moment you hear sexyy red play on the speakers. the alcohol fully clouds your judgment at you climb against the booth and began twerking behind simon, laughing as your friends join in and mirror your actions.

simon, slightly feeling buzzed from the sips of his own drinks tonight, can’t help but reach back and pull down your short skirt, making sure you don’t flash anyone in the club especially cuz you don’t always wear underwear. the last thing he needed was to get into a fight tonight.

the older man can’t help but bob his head to the catchy beat of the ratchet song, silently supporting your drunk antics as you practically shook your ass cheeks against the back of his head. his face remained hard and stoic as he continues nodding along to the music, eventually patting your ass in the rhythm that you dance. it was obvious that he was having a good time though, simply by being in your presence.

usually, simon didn’t fit into typical crowds. i mean, not with your age group at least. he was almost 40 and as youthful as he looked, his age also showed occasionally. he didn’t like to party often or constantly be in social outings, but he did only if you asked him to accompany you. he looked like the odd one out having your fine ass dance on him the way you were, especially when he only kept a straight look on his face for the majority of the night.

“girl he’s so chill!” your friend yells over the loud music ass she danced against her own man’s head.

with a grin, you look back down at simon to see him still pulling down your skirt attentively as the waves of your ass constantly caused it to inch up with every move you made. you grin and yell back. “he always is!”

[thirstydemisexual]

Tonight I can't stop thinking about pussydrunk!Ghost

In terms of receiving or giving oral Simon definitely prefers giving. Not going to lie he loves to see you on your knees for him but being between your thighs just-

Like he could have the worst day but in the end if he gets to come home and dive in between your thighs all worries are left behind.

He would gladly die in between them. And when you ride his face?

The man is a goner, don't expect him to be able to form coherent sentences for A WHILE

[itzmnne-3-111]

♡ “No… no, not dearer than you” ♡

Pt. 5!

”I love you! You may as well take my heart Catherine, it’s already full of you.”

“Please go!”

“What is it? What’s wrong my dear?”

Waking up to rays of sunshine peeking through your windows trying to get up but the tug of a broad hand on your waist pulls you back down then you hear a groan then a man’s hushed voice “Jus’ stay here love I’ll feed em’ later..” came from behind you

Turning your head to see closed eyes and messy dirty blond hair behind you “Simon?” You said quietly only a subtle ‘hm?’ Came from him in response turning back around and closing your eyes with a smile “you stayed?” You asked him “Corse I would car really can’t go anywhere you know..”

He said a comfortable silence loomed over the both of you as you felt his cheek rest on your shoulder “Not like I’d wanna leave anyway..” he said more in a whispered tone. You both sat there cuddled up on the couch with your dog sleeping below before you noticed the sun “what…what time is it?” You asked him getting a bit nervous “0950 love” he said as he held up his watch and showed you the time. You shook your head “0950?” You said a bit confused “ ‘member what I taught you” you slowly nodded then thought 9:50? Wait…9:50!? You quickly got up out of his arms and ran around looking for your phone as Simon quickly got up after you did and watched you

“Shit shit shit shit!” You said as you picked up your phone from the kitchen and tried not to drop it “Fuckin’ hell what is it?” Simon said as he yawned and stretched “Work Simon! I have work!” He sighed and walked behind you as you tried to type your boss a quick reply he hugged you close “Work can wait hun” you turned your head so fast it made your neck crack a bit before you turned back around quickly to rub the back of it “No!…shit..no it can’t I literally can’t be late to work again this week!” He sighed and stared at you as you tried to fix your hair/face “And why’s that?” You paused and looked up at him with a stressed smile “Cause I will get fired if I’m late again this month!” You said through gritted teeth before you rushed upstairs.

Simon looked at the dog that’s now standing and staring at him quite obviously confused as well “Women am I right Riley?” He said before going upstairs after you just to see you taking clothes out of drawers to find your work outfit he stood there on his phone before he chuckled “love” you groaned as you couldn’t find the matching gray sock to the one you found in a drawer “kind of busy!” You said annoyed.

He walked in the door and stood beside you as you looked through your closet for the remaining sock “Love” he said a bit louder than before “can’t talk at the moment!” You half yelled starting to get agitated a soft and raspy laugh was heard before he put his callous hand on your shoulder “Love it’s Saturday” he said you stopped and got your phone from he bed and looked at the obvious ‘SATURDAY, JAN 29’ over the time. Oh is all that you said before you got a text from your boss telling you no need to apologize if no one’s at the office. You gave yourself a mental face slap before you looked at Simon standing there softly smiling at you a mumbled “sorry..” is what you said before he hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

“It’s alright love.”

hope you guys had a great day! And I’m sorry for the late post I was with my cousin all day 😭🙏🏾

but I love you guysss and I hope you enjoy the new chapter! ^^ 🩷🩷🩷