#simon cod

[hidingwhere]

John Prices wife coming to pick him up at the airport after he returns from a mission, but the car is now full of military men.

One look at the three boys, completely exhausted and pulling their phones out to book a taxi had your heart crying. Without thinking, you offered them all a lift to yours and Johns home for them to stay overnight.

So now there’s three men cramped onto your three backseats, John having the luxury of sitting in the front. Simon is on the end (still in his balaclava but luckily not the skull mask because you’d be a little creeped out seeing that every time in the rear view mirror), Johnny in the middle and then Kyle on the other end. Johnny complains for about 10 minutes that he’s squished in and has no room to move but after that he’s completely zonked out on Simons shoulder.

Your music plays quietly through the speakers and they’re happy to listen to anything that isn’t gun shots or explosions.

Once you arrive home, they all climb out the car, grabbing their bags from the boot and dumping them down in the living room.

“Place looks less lifeless than last time I was here,” comments Johnny.

“Finally got a woman’s touch to it,” adds Kyle.

You smile a little at the non-direct compliment. Price also looks around, noticing the little details that have changed or the things that have been added around his house, keeping a hand on your back. He leans down and kisses you gently, mumbling “I missed you” against your lips.

“I missed you too. But it looks like you’ve lost weight.” You glance down at his body. “I’ll fatten you up again,” you tease with a little giggle as he chuckles.

It’s around 9pm by the time you’ve cooked dinner for four people who have appetites of bears. They all look at you as if you’re an angel sent from heaven when they see the food, sitting down at the dining table silently and scoffing down the meal.

By 10pm, you go into the living room thinking they’re all watching TV but instead they’re all asleep. You grab some spare blankets from beside the sofa and cover them up except for John. You shake him awake and make him move upstairs into bed with you. There’s no way you’re letting him sleep on the sofa and not with you after weeks apart.

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

simon fucked nasty that’s a given, but he also loved telling his dollie how pretty she was whilst looking like an absolute mess.

“aww look at you sweet thing, can’t even think straight hm?” he cooed softly as he wiped the mascara running down your cheek.

his cock had been plunging deep into your cunt until you started crying, your folds all swollen and puffy as you sobbed from the pleasure.

it’s been years since he had gotten his dick wet, years of fucking his rough hands and using his imagination.

now, he had you - his sweet girl.

“deep breaths yeah? can’t have yer goin’ to another universe can we?” his large tatted hands gently rubbing along the side of your body as you hiccuped.

“cute lil mess aren’t ya sweet’heart.”

gently, he brushed the hair out of your face - saying how he wanted to see your face whilst he was fucking you.

after years in training he had built quite a strong stamina, his body begging for more after your orgasms.

frankly simon didn’t care about how many times you came, he had a routine.

ride his thighs, then have his fingers knuckles deep inside your cunt, then his mouth, then his cock.

repeat.

“si,” you panted in between your small hiccups - your mind all soft and hazy.

“i know dollie ‘s a lot hm? jus’ a few more bounces for me yeah?”

[deansbeer]

ִ ⋆ ⸜ 🪖 𓂃 𓈒ㅤ՞ 𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐘 .. !!

eighteen plus …♥︎ minors do not interact.

“bloody perfect,” simon growls, his hand tight around your throat while the other kneads your ass roughly. he’s got you pinned completely, using his weight and strength to keep you exactly where he wants you. his dark eyes can't decide where to look — your tits bouncing with each brutal thrust or your face as you gasp for air.

“made f’me,” he grunts, accent thick with lust. his grip on your ass tightens, pulling you onto his cock harder. “every fuckin’ inch o’ya.” his gaze drops to watch your breasts move, and something primal flashes in his eyes.

the hand on your throat loosens just enough for you to breathe properly before sliding down to grab one of your tits, squeezing roughly. “can’t decide what i love more,” he admits, voice ragged. “these perfect tits or that arse that drives me mental.”

he switches back, hand returning to your throat as he leans down to bite at your chest. “suppose i’ll just have to worship both,” his thrusts get deeper, harder, making everything bounce exactly how he likes.

“si,” you whimper, overwhelmed by his intensity.

“thas’ it, love. let me see you fall apart—watch everythin’ jiggle while you come all over my dick.”

[koling2345]

Simon with a young and soft girlfriend. NSFW

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

Boyfriend! Simon who: Was completely whipped for you, would do anything you asked without question, he'd kiss even the ground you walked on, just say the word and he'll do it.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Bought a new cell phone just to talk to you, his old cubicle could barely hold a video call with you, and now he could finally listen to you chatting away with him every time he had free time. And.. You also sent him some really nice pictures, and he kept them all on his new cell phone for his own personal use.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Sometimes it took him a while to catch up with you in all your youth, not physically, but in your interests, hobbies, the games you liked, series you watched. He wasn't that old, but keeping up with everything you did wasn't that easy, but he tried to get into your vibe. Give him a few days, he'll soon have everything in a notebook, the game you're so excited about, he'll soon be talking with you about it. He makes a point of knowing something or other, just to get into your world, to make you happy.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Melted in place when you showed off your new hoodie, which had his name, 'Riley, written right across the chest. You looked so beautiful wearing an outfit with his name written on it, as if it were a ownership, and he was grateful that you wore the hoodie without any shame, proudly showing who you belonged to.

Boyfriend! Simon who: After listening to you nagging him all week to get a hoodie just like yours, with your name on it, he finally gave in and made one. Just like yours, it had your name on the chest, showing everyone what a couple you two were. As much as he thought it was corny to wear matching clothes, he didn't mind if it was with you. He even put a Kuromi print on his hoodie, since you almost cried for him to put something from Hello Kitty on it. Sometimes he hated this cat and her derivatives, but he did it for you. All for his princess.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Always bought things for you, every time he came to see you, he never came empty-handed. Were you on your period? He would bring you chocolates and flowers, along with your favorite snacks. Did you pass through a store and want to buy something? Well, it'll be at your house as soon as possible. If he couldn't bring it himself, you could be sure that the package would arrive at your house the next day. He wasn't petty, he had plenty of money to spend and he liked spending it on you.

Boyfriend! Simon who: When he went out with you, he wouldn't let you spend a penny, no matter if you wanted a simple ice-cream, he would pay for you. And if he saw your eyes glazing over at something you saw in the shop window, he'd go and pick it up with you. Every time you went out together, you always came back with several bags of shopping, along with the plushies you loved so much. Simon didn't even know how you were going to fit more stuffed animals into your room, with all the stuff you already had.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Is a complete gentleman to you, carries your bag, always takes his helmet off you, as well as before you get on his bike, he attaches the helmet in place himself. He's the type to take you on his arms, just to stop you stepping in a puddle of water and getting your feet wet. And if you're tired, he'll carry you like a princess all the way home without complaint.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Is quite jealous of you, you're young, beautiful, and you're with an old geezer like him. Although he recognized his own value, he couldn't help but feel a sense of possession over you every time someone looked at you with ulterior motives. As a result, he would always mark you on the neck, or put a hand around your waist, always putting a part of himself in you so that everyone would know who you belonged to.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Was a completely kind prince to you on the streets, but he would wreck you inside the bedroom. He loved that you were all submissive to him, always taking him so well, accommodating him as if you were made for it. Even if he opened you all up with his fat cock, your tight cunt would stretch to accommodate him, it was like heaven on earth.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Made you bend over all night, fucking you on all fours, your ass up while he admired the new panties you made such a point of showing off to him. 'Simon's' was the writing on the lace, just seeing you wearing it made his cock throb, he took several photos of you wearing the panties, as well as giving you a good spanking session while you were over his knees, just because you loved being his good little girl.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Recorded a video as soon as he had worn you out on the bed, pulling his cock out of you, to see the mess coming out of your pussy that was full, opening your folds just to see his cum running down your thighs. Your cunt full of him, leaking because he came so hard in you. It's not his fault, seeing you on your stomach, your panties written 'Simon's', you were begging to be fucked. And he'd love to watch the video he recorded himself, his time alone at the base would be lovely.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Had a photo of you on his cell phone, bent over his knee while wearing a short skirt and thigh-high stockings, ass up, pink lace panties. On top of that, a bright red mark on your ass, the mark of the slap he had given you minutes before taking the photo, he is very proud to use this picture, and he's not shy if someone caught it. In addition, the lock screen photo was of you smiling while wearing his famous balaclava, one of the few times he let you touch the mask. Not that he regrets it.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Knew he was going on a dangerous mission, he didn't know when he was coming back, or if he was coming back. So a week before going on said mission, he took a whole week to spend with you. No work, no nothing, just him and you.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Fucked you all week, on your stomach, bending over, missionary, cowgirl, on the wall, living room, bedroom, bathroom, table, floor. Any surface he could slide his thick cock into your folds was fine with him. He couldn't stand the sight of you bending down to pick something up, or when you wore his clothes inside the house. The sight automatically made his cock throb, hard as a rock to fuck you again, always making sure to fill you with his seed, to the point where it was leaking out of you. Only then is he sure that he's filled you to the brim, like a good boyfriend does.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Wasn't very good with goodbyes, so he fucked you all night, all night he had you in a missionary, that's when he wasn't burying himself between your legs. He filled you up so well that night, the bed was full of wet spots, your pussy as full as ever, he'd leave you leaking with his cum, mixing your mess with his, just to bury himself in you and start all over again. He was relentless. His job was done, since you slept like an angel that night.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Went out on his mission early in the morning, grateful that you were out like a light, covered in sucks and marks from last night, making him tempted to go back to bed and hold on to you. But he couldn't, so he settled for a kiss on your lips and forehead. His farewell was a handwritten letter, explaining the details and saying that he loved you very much and would come back to you. Even so, it wasn't enough to prevent the tears that fell down your cheeks when you found out everything.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Even though he was on the battlefield, he couldn't stop thinking about you, always trying to maintain some kind of contact, sending messages every time he had a second of time, and if it was possible, when he was resting, he would call you. Every time the mission dragged on, he felt a sense of dread in his chest. Simon couldn't have realized how important you were, and that scared him, because for the first time in a long time, he was afraid that he wouldn't be alive to finish the mission. He promised himself that if he made it out alive, he would ask for your hand in marriage.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Stayed in a very remote area, his cell phone didn't work there, and he had no way of communicating with you, and that killed him inside, not being able to know how you were. And you were worried to death, thinking the worst.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Came home after four and a half months, of those four months he spent three without being able to talk to you. So as soon as he got off the plane that brought him back, he went to your apartment, stopping first at a jewelry store to buy you a ring, and he spared no expense. You were going to be his wife.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Was all giddy about arriving at your house, preparing to give you a surprise. As well as coming back alive, he was going to ask you to marry him, get on his knees for you. Then he rang the doorbell, still dressed in his work uniform, the box with the ring in one hand, and your favorite flowers in the other.

Boyfriend! Simon who: Stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you after all this time. It wasn't just emotion, his eyes caught your form, wearing one of his shirts, which barely did the job of covering your swollen belly. Well, it seems, he wasn't the only one with a surprise.

[cantharel]

Simon knew you. You were never the jealous type, not least because you trusted Simon completely. The man would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked him. There was no reason for you to be distrustful of him.

In fact, it was never implied that you were in a relationship with Simon, but just by looking at the two of you together, it was obvious that Simon couldn't hide his feelings.

Well, it was clear to almost everyone.

Every now and then recruits arrived at the base, and Simon was one of those responsible for training them, everything always went well, however this time a certain recruit thought it was a good idea to flirt with the Lieutenant.

Simon obviously didn't reciprocate in any way. He was loyal to the person he loved. But even so, it seemed that this particular recruit still didn't understand Simon's cues.

You were obviously upset, even a little jealous, and Simon couldn't leave it at that, could he? So what better idea than to give you a ring?

You were already engaged. Why not get married right away?

He couldn't let his little bird get upset over a silly thing like that. So he quickly bought an expensive ring, with a big diamond in the middle, and it was as shiny as you. Simon didn't think twice before marrying you.

You deserved nothing less, and Simon was going to make it clear that you were his and he was yours. He didn't refrain from buying himself a ring either. His hands that were always covered with gloves were now bare, and he made sure to show off to display the wedding band on his finger.

And you think it was just the ring he gave you? Oh no, he also gave you a round belly that swelled more with each passing month, Simon couldn't have been prouder. What's better than having you married with him and full with his kid?

Now, every time you walk by the recruit, the signs are more obvious than anything Simon could say. And he knew you were doing it on purpose, putting your ring hand on your belly and caressing it. And to add fuel to the fire, Simon always stroked your belly when he was next to you, making it clear that he was very committed.

Since then, you haven't heard a single comment from the recruit. Apparently, Simon had made the situation very clear this time.

You were his pretty little thing, and it's going to stay that way.

[manicrouge]

'I'm too old to do anythin' like that now,' Simon says, shaking his head.

'But daddy,' whines the little girl standing in front of him, her small hands tugging at his black t-shirt, 'mummy was telling me all about how you a- and my uncles used to save the world and I wanna learn cause I wanna be just like you!'

He lifts his head, spying you standing in the doorway with a bright grin on your face. 'What you tellin' her that for?'

'Because she wants to know how to beat the boys in the street when they're having water fights,' you say, 'thought your military experience would come in handy.'

'They're always laughin' at me,' she pouts, 'and sayin' I can't fight cause I'm a girl.'

There's a switch that is flipped at her confession and when he looks to her and then raises his head to look at you, you swear you're looking at the Lieutenant instead of your husband.

'Is that so?' he asks, to which your daughter nods her head quickly. He holds his hand out to her and she takes it happily. 'We'll teach them to mess with a Riley, ey sweet pea?'

[sweetstrawberryys]

“Abnormal Heart Rate Detected”

Summary:After a quiet, sweet date, you kiss Ghost goodnight—only for his smartwatch to loudly alert him (and you) that his heart rate is going wild. Turns out even the most silent, composed man can’t hide when he's completely smitten.

Rating:Fluffy, soft-boy Ghost, awkward romance, kiss-induced chaos, sunshine x emotionally constipated grump.

Masterlist

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Simon didn’t say much during the date—but he didn’t need to. The way he opened doors for you, pulled your chair out, and quietly placed his hand on the small of your back when crowds got too tight said more than enough. You talked, he listened. And every time you laughed, his lips twitched like they were this close to smiling.

The man was calm. Still. Like a statue wrapped in a hoodie and mystery. Unbothered. Unshakeable.

Until you kissed him.

Just a soft, sweet goodnight kiss outside your apartment. You leaned in, nervous but hopeful, and pressed your lips to his, and his hand twitched where it rested on your waist. A sharp inhale, then total stillness.

Beep. Beep-beep-beep.

You pulled back, blinking.

“What was that?”

Simon stood frozen. His smartwatch vibrated on his wrist, the little screen flashing:

ABNORMAL HEART RATE DETECTED

Current BPM: 127

Try to remain calm.

“…No fuckin’ way,” you whispered, gaping at the screen like it just betrayed the nation.

His ears were bright pink. “It’s—it does that sometimes.”

You gasped, grinning. “Simon. Did I literally make your heart race?”

He groaned, tipping his head back like he wished the ground would swallow him whole. “Bloody thing’s oversensitive.”

You stepped closer, teasing. “You sure? Or do you just like me that much?”

He didn’t answer. Just stared at you, half-murderous, half-helpless. Then—beep-beep-beep again.

“Oh my god.” You laughed and cupped his face, planting another kiss on his lips just to watch the number spike again.

Current BPM: 132.

He pulled away with a grunt. “You tryna kill me?”

“Nope,” you chirped. “I just want your watch to start playing romantic music next.”

“…I’m disabling the damn thing.”

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[druap]

iykyk uncolored version under the cut

holy fuck this made me legit tweak out, im never doing lineart of tactical stuff EVER again OG pic:

[madsfrank]

Imagine Simon beating himself up over you…

It’s late at night in the barracks, the task force had almost lost you to a bullet wound embedded in your side, another hour without treatment and you would have been lost for good. You lie in your quarters, having been treated and given fluids that you needed to live, when suddenly you hear a heavy knocking at the metal door.

It’s Simon, his knuckles are bloody from hours using a punching bag without thinking, his mask halfway on his face to reveal him as a panting mess still sweaty with effort. With your permission, he cracks open the door halfway, just to stare out at you in the faint glow of the room.

“You can come in Si, I can’t see you like that.”

He shuts the door softly. Afraid to rouse you anymore from needed sleep. Once enveloped in the darkness you were using to rest, he is dragging himself over to you and leaning over your frame in a manner far too intense for you in such a state.

“Si? What’s wrong?”

As you reach your hand up to his masked jaw, he suddenly takes your wrist in a heavy grip and forces your hand on his cheek.

He says nothing yet, closing his eyes to the touch and letting his breathing slow as he reminds himself you are alive….he had lost himself in hours of training and needed to remind himself that the mission was not a total failure, you were alive.

He would prefer it if you punched him, let him know how foolish it was to let you slip away from him, let him know it was all his fault and—

Instead he settles for breathing you in, muttering that he’s glad you didn’t leave, but the muttering becomes more of a groan as you try to pull him to bed with you, mewling at your gentle touch.

He’d prefer not to be seen like this, but then why would he have come to your room, other than to fall into your embrace and remind himself he’s grounded.

As he lies with you, he tells himself that someday soon he’ll take the mask off, only for you. You’re the only one that can see him like this.

With that thought, he lets himself drift off with you.

౨ৎ-Masterlist

[deandoesthingstome]

Imagine being a reputable dog walker and having a last minute client added to your route with a note of urgency. Imagine knowing the company is getting triple-rate, not due to timing but rather the extra care required for the service, and that a predetermined (and genrous) tip was already waiting for you, too.

Imagine learning the initial behavior command to be stated upon entry, insistently identified as the "one thing you do not want to fuck up" since it's the only thing that will prevent bodily injury to you. Imagine the intricate and highly detailed, medically necessary feeding plan consisting of three separate course and plenty of ingredients to measure and mix ('no bone dry, over processed, burnt brown kibble for this magnificent beastie' you say to yourself as you tap through to the pet photo of what has to be the goodest boy ever) and list of walk cues that include "step" for the 14 year old, blind German Shepherd named Riley.

Imagine clocking the true the size of the dog ('ooh, beastie doesn't quite do it justice, does it?') whose initial measured snarling has quieted as you repeat the ally-introduction command to be sure he heard it before you stand still and wait for him to find you, sniffing around your shoes and pants and fingers as he scents the other animals you've walked already today. Imagine not having to bend at the waist at all to get your fingertips into the fluffy coat along his back for some hello scritches.

Imagine noting the meager furnishings in the one bedroom apartment. No wall art, one dining table chair, a well worn sofa with a milk crate in place of an end table, heavily pad-locked military trunk as coffee table, practically nothing in the fridge besides the non-shelf stable feeding ingredients. All in stark contrast to the Maserati of dog beds in the corner by the window, surrounded by a pile of chew toys. An expensive looking custom made crate along the other wall, next to a raised water and food bowl stand.

Imagine the chat from your employer as he asks almost as soon as you're done with the service if you're free to take the job on full time at twice your normal pay for the next week.

We've gone through six walkers already and cannot lose this new client. You're the only one who hasn’t immediately noped out after the intro walk and he's delayed returning from service.

Imagine meeting Riley's owner five days later when he returns home earlier than expected, just as you're cuing his best friend up the stairs at the end of your last walk of the day. Brain short circuiting as you calculate that 'yeah, this masked man is definitely Riley Riley's owner'. They do say pets and owners tend to end up looking alike.

[expominds]

mdni 18+!, cw: smut, slight breeding kink, sex in the car

reblogs are always appreciated <3

sometimes simon just can’t help himself. he will dick you down no matter where you are. shower? hot water is long gone. public? you better keep your mouth shut. bedroom? be as loud as you want.

but, christ, this man goes feral over rutting into you in the car.

‘30 minutes from home but i can’t wait any longer, sweet girl,’ he’ll growl as he harshly steps on the brakes, cutting off into a secluded, wooded off area. the car is shut off and he’s ordering you the back seat, to which you happily oblige. his cock is so hard he can’t think straight :(

‘be a good girl and let me breed that tight little cunt of yours, yeah,’ he murmurs into your ear as he eases himself inside of you, your pussy clenching down as he buries himself to the hilt.

10 minutes haven’t even passed and the car is squeaking and shaking, the windows foggy as your sweaty bodies move harmoniously. the air is thick with the smell of sex, your juices creating that wet, juicy sound that he loves so much :(.

your clit gets stimulated every time he thrusts forward, his pubic bone meeting your clit. you whine out in pleasure, your hands looking for something, anything to grab onto as he pounds into you mercilessly.

‘look at that tight lil’ cunt takin me so well, you’re going to be a good girl and come f’me won’t you?’ he growls into your ear as you clench around him, your slick walls holding him like a vice as you cum, him following not too long after.

he stays like that for a few moments, making sure to keep his cum where it belongs <3. ‘lovie, such a good girl for me,’ he whispers as he kisses you lovingly.

[0bonnie-bunny0]

I was high on dopamine while drawing

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Drop your mini headcanons or random facts abt Si pls

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

on the couch, kitchen counter or stairs

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ simon riley couldn’t help but to have his pretty birdie fucked in each room whilst giving her a house tour. from this post

1. living room

honestly, the two of you barely made it to the living room before simon had you pinned down on the wooden floorboard, placing his whole body weight on you. he doesn’t waste any second as he shoved your skirt up, pulling your pretty lace panties that did nothing to conceal your arousal, stuck to your cunt like second skin. “gettin’ all wet and needy on me pretty birdie? could see the outline of your cunt with this.”

he would manhandle you with little to no effort, having your body sprawled out on the floor as he takes you, his cock plunging deep almost hitting cervix as you cried from the pleasure. the two of you fucked like wild animals on the floor, simon using every single corner of the living room. he had your head shoved down on the couch, body pressed against the wall, and you sprawled out on the coffee table. “gotta go on every piece of furniture for good luck.”

2. kitchen

simon was pretty damn sure the only meal he was going to have in the kitchen was you. having your pretty body on the marbled counter as he placed your legs on top of his shoulders, gently rubbing your swollen clit. “gonna let me eat yer pretty lil cunnie out?” simon ate like a man starved, his tongue deep inside you as your hand tugged his hair, pulling him closer as he held you tightly. it doesn’t matter the amount of times you came on his tongue or face, he savoured your taste like a precious gift, his tongue lapping just for more.

gently, his rough hand would tap on your thighs softly, “come on luvie, don’ go and pass out on me now, we still got the second floor to explore.”

3. office

if there was one positioned that simon loved to have you in, it would be you on your knees. his large tatted hand fisted your hair in a pony tail as you swallowed his cock, his free hand gently wiping away the tears that streamed down your cheek. “don’ cry luvie, makin’ me feel like the bad guy here.” simon cooed softly as you gagged, your nose nestled near his messy pubes as you bobbed your head up and down, saliva dribbling down your chin and onto your chest. simon tried his best to not duck your mouth like it was your cunt, but the way your warm mouth enveloped him, your cheeks sucking him in - he was gone.

4. bedroom

the classic, fresh new sheets now a wrinkly mess as simon fucked you from behind, one hand pulling your hair and another holding your arm up against your back. “doin’ so well luvie, yer lil cunts takin’ me so well.” simon loved worshipping you in bed, putting you in every possible position so he could feel every inch of your cunt, hearing your soft whines and moans that sounded like heaven.

his gaze would be stuck on the way the ass jiggled with each thrust, or the way your body could barely hold itself up, your breaths coming out in sharp short pants. “pretty girl all dumbed out now? c’mon baby, talk to me.”

5. shower

if there was one thing the military taught simon, it was to be resourceful. one of his hand wrapped around your waist with your back against his chest, whilst his thick thighs separated your legs with his other hand holding the shower head. “si, ‘m too sensitive,” you whined as he gently rubbed against your swollen folds with his thighs. his strong arms held you steady as you squirmed the moment the shower head was positioned towards your cunt, the water pressure making you cum within minutes. “one more baby, jus’ one more.”

“toys are friends not enemies” is a saying simon heavily believed in, but he refused to have your last orgasm come from a fucking shower head. so he had you pressed up against the glass wall, as he fucked you from behind, steam filling up the shower as lewd skin slapping noises filled the room. “‘ve got the best birdie, always takin’ me so well with no complaints.”

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[deansbeer]

ִ ⋆ ⸜ 🪖𓂃 𓈒ㅤ՞ 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐌����𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 .. !!

eighteen plus …♥︎ minors do not interact.

[ simon riley && fem!reader ]

notes! this is what i’m manifesting my future to look like 🤚🏻

you’re sorting through what feels like the millionth tiny sock when simon comes up behind you, large hands settling on your hips. “kids are occupied,” he murmurs against your neck, and you can hear the suggestion in his voice.

“si, i have to get this done,” you protest weakly, but you’re already leaning back into him. wash day waits for no one with three kids, and you're drowning in tiny clothes. “and they won’t stay distracted for long.

“exactly why we should be quick about it.” his hands slide around to your stomach, pulling you flush against him. you can feel he’s already hard, and your resolve wavers. “been thinking about you all morning, love. watching you bend over sorting laundry...”

“you’re terrible,” you breathe, but you’re already turning in his arms. five years of marriage and three kids later, and he still looks at you like he wants to devour you. “we have maybe ten minutes before someone needs something.”

“can work with that.” he’s already lifting you onto the washing machine, hands pushing up your—his—sweatshirt. “fuck, no panties? you trying to kill me?”

“it’s wash day, baby,” you remind him, wrapping your legs around his waist. “everything’s in the dirty hamper.” but your explanation dissolves into a moan as his fingers find you already wet.

“fuckin’ convenient,” he growls, working you open with practiced efficiency. there’s no time for slow and sweet — not with three kids in the house. “always so ready for me, aren’t you?”

you bite your lip to keep quiet as he replaces his fingers with his cock, pushing in with one smooth thrust. “simon,” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. “fuck, we have to be quiet.”

“then you’d better keep that pretty mouth shut,” he says, setting a punishing pace immediately. the washing machine rocks with the force of it, and you have to brace yourself against the wall. “can’t have the little ones hearing what daddy does to mummy.”

the filthy words in his rough accent make you clench around him. he notices, of course he does, and grins against your neck. “like that, do you? knowing i’m fucking you while our babies play down the hall?”

before you can respond, there's a loud bang on the door. “mommy! mommy, open!” your five-year-old’s voice cuts through your haze of pleasure. “need you!”

simon doesn’t stop, if anything going harder. “mummy’s busy, swee’eart," he calls out, voice impressively steady for someone currently railing you against major appliances. “go play with yer sister.”

“but mommy!” another bang. “emma took my doll!”

you try to answer but simon chooses that moment to hit that perfect spot inside you, and all that comes out is a strangled sound. he covers your mouth with his hand, eyes dark with amusement and lust.

“mummy’s folding clothes,” he lies smoothly. “she’ll be out in a minute. go tell emma t’share.”

“don’t want to!” your daughter whines, and you can hear her stomping her little feet. “want mommy now!”

“hazel.” simon’s voice drops into what you call his lieutenant voice — gentle but brooking no argument. “go play. we’ll be out soon.”

there’s a moment of silence, then you hear her stomp away muttering about simon being unfair. the second she’s gone, simon removes his hand from your mouth.

“such a good girl,” he praises, but you’re not sure if he means you or hazel. “keeping quiet while i fuck you senseless. though i bet you wanted to scream, didn’t you?”

“simon, please,” you gasp, feeling your orgasm building embarrassingly fast. the combination of his cock and the thrill of almost getting caught has you on edge. “i’m gonna—“

“i know, love. she’s squeezing me.” his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles. “c’mon then. come on my cock before another one starts banging on the door.”

as if on cue, you hear your two-year-old calling from somewhere in the house. “where mama?”

“bloody hell,” simon curses, speeding up. “better hurry up, mrs. riley.”

the use of your married name plus the perfect pressure on your clit sends you over. you bite his shoulder to muffle your cry as you come all over his cock, whole body shaking with the force of it. he follows right after, groaning low in your ear as he fills you.

“mama!” your toddler’s voice is getting closer.

“shit,” simon pants, pulling out and quickly fixing his clothes. he helps you down, steadying you when your legs wobble. “you good?”

“just peachy,” you breathe, smoothing down his sweatshirt. you can feel his cum starting to leak and clench your thighs together. “though i’m going to need to shower before i finish this laundry.”

he grins, that satisfied male look that makes you want to smack him and kiss him in equal measure. “could always join you later. after bedtime.”

“unbelievable,” you mutter, but you’re smiling as you unlock the door. your two-year-old is standing there, clutching his stuffed bear and looking pathetic.

“mama!” he reaches up for you immediately. “missed you.”

“missed you too, baby boy,” you coo, scooping him up despite your shaky legs. simon’s hand on your lower back steadies you, and you shoot him a grateful look.

“dada!” your son notices simon and reaches for him instead. “play?”

“‘course, mate.” simon takes him easily, throwing him up in the air just to hear him giggle. “let’s go see what your sisters are up to, yeah? mummy needs to finish the washing.”

he gives you a heated look over your son’s head. “all the washing. very thoroughly.”

“go,” you laugh, shooing them away. “before i put you on laundry duty.”

“love you too,” he calls back, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

you turn back to the washing machine, legs still trembling slightly. the laundry still needs to be done, you’re going to need that shower sooner rather than later, and you can already hear what sounds like an argument brewing in the playroom. but simon’s looking at you like that again from the doorway, your son babbling happily in his arms, and you wouldn’t change a thing.

well. maybe a lock on the laundry room door.

[koling2345]

Just Simon with a cute new recruit. NSFW

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

Lieutenant! Simon who: Thought you'd be just another recruit, until he saw that you were such a cute little bird. So obedient and pliable, always listening to what he had to say without refuting it.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Never even looked at any recruit in a different way until you arrived on base. The way you looked at him with sweet little eyes and called him 'Sir' was almost a symphony in his ears.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Loved it when you asked him for help with something on the base, sometimes purposely disappearing with things, only to see you coming after him to find out where that item was.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Made a point of training you, he never let any other superior do it. Not even Johnny. Simon wanted to be solely responsible for your success, or rather, he wanted to be solely responsible for giving you orders. And watching you obey them.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Started glaring daggers at any other soldier who looked at you. Not only that, but any soldier who even spoke to you or flirted with you was magically given a month's worth of hard duties. What a shame ;(

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was in charge of you at the gym, giving you several repetitions of exercises, never passing up an opportunity to put you in some positions that were a bit... Lewd, to say at least. Always keeping a close eye on every exercise you did, his eyes roaming over your body as you knelt down to stand up when you finished a set. The sight always made his pants a little tight.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Always gave you heavy workouts, tiring you to the limit. Just to make sure you'd get tired enough, then he'd have the excuse of helping you to get your bearings. Putting a hand on your lower back. Sometimes even being bold enough to put his hand on your waist, pulling your body against his in an attempt to help you. And if you were really, really tired, he could carry you on his shoulders. No, it wasn't an excuse to stare at your ass and thighs, feeling your body pressed against his. He swore it was just his good intention, he just wanted to help!

Lieutenant! Simon who: Would let you sleep in his room, there was a storm and the base was without power, you didn't want to be alone because you were scared. And he wouldn't let you be alone after learning that you were afraid of thunder, poor thing. That night he wrapped you up in his sheets, pulling you into his lap as he comforted you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Helped you forget the fierce storm outside, pumping his thick fingers into your pussy, slipping in and out of you, scissoring and curving inside you. He made you come once, twice, three times, enough to make you tired and sleep on his lap, in the mess you made on his thighs, and he didn't care. In fact, he was proud to see the mess you'd made, that he'd given you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: After spending one night with you, he refused to sleep in separate rooms, so every night he dragged you to his room, at which point he already considered you his cute little thing. Normally, he would hold you all night with a death grip, so don't even try to escape.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Couldn't sleep peacefully until he'd buried his cock in you. Sleep only came to him after he had slid his thick cock into your wet folds, deep into your tight warmth. Slamming into you without mercy, he swears that his lullaby is your whimpering sounds under him.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was mean to you, used you until he had his fill. It didn't matter if you'd already come for the thousandth time, he didn't care, because he went after his own pleasure, he would pound into you all night if he wanted to.Even if you were whimpering underneath him and saying you couldn't take it anymore, he'd respond with:

“You can and you will.”

[cantharel]

Whenever Simon spent a lot of time away in a mission, the two of you almost had a ritual when he's back, one that Simon loved with all his heart.

Every time he came home, he craved your food. Each time, he felt his stomach rumble when he smelled what you had prepared for him. And don't even mention dessert, because he loves that vanilla cake that only you know how to make.

He loved the feeling of having sex with you after so long away. The feeling was stronger than ever. But that wasn't all, what he loved even more was having you in his arms, so the first thing he did was hug you, tuck you into his arms and stay that way for a good few minutes.

Simon didn't say anything. He just hugged you and smelled you, a comforting smell, uniquely your own, that made him feel at home.

It took him a while to let go of you, and as soon as he did, he would spend time looking at you, a small smile on his face as he kissed your forehead.

He loved you so much, you could already tell by these actions. A silent 'I love you' every time he kissed your forehead, looking at you tenderly even though he was exhausted.

His favorite part was when you pampered him. He would never admit it out loud, but by God, he loved it when you bathed him, massaging and kissing his body while you gossiped about what had happened while he was away.

His hands on your hips, a warm, lazy smile on his lips as you told him that the neighbor had done something in her apartment. Which always fell on deaf ears. He didn't give a damn about the old lady. He just wanted to hear your voice.

He wanted to hear something that would give him peace, something that was different from the gunfire and explosions of that last mission. You let him grounded, reminding him that he was home.

And when it was finally time for him to rest with you, all he did was throw himself on the bed, and he allowed himself to be the little spoon in these situations. It seemed silly, but Simon felt safe when he was in your arms, the feeling of being held by you calmed him down, and when he was tired like that, he would settle down in the comfort of your embrace for a good night's sleep. And it always worked.

But first, he gave your ring hand a gentle kiss, smiling slightly when he saw the wedding band on your fingers, and then he whispered a "I love you," letting tiredness overcome him. He had married the right person, that was enough to make his heart light, to give him a reason to be happy after getting back from a mission.

He has a reason to come home now. And he's more than content with it.

Simon didn't know how long he would be at home, but he would certainly enjoy most of the time with you, his love.

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