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Imagine that it is your first Christmas with John. He gives you so many gifts, pretty dresses, shoes, expensive jewelry. John spoils you so much. You also have gifts for him. New watches, socks because God knows that he will wear the same pair until it's completely destroyed and other things. When you exchange the last gift he tells you that he still waits for the grand finale. You don't know what he thinks. You are worried that he expected something different and more expensive. But when he grabs you by your waist. Puts you all fours and take off your panties you start to know what gift he wants. John takes a bow from one of the gifts he gave you and puts it on you lower back. Such a pretty gift for me you hear him say. He fucks you good. You're legs are shacking from your orgasms and he still doesn't have enough. John fucks his cum in you over and over. He has to start working on his next christmas gift for you. He has to breed you good so the next christmas you can have a little baby under the tree.

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ghost (or price) that acts as your husband in a hospital when you are sleeping, and asks the doctors what should he know about your state. you're bamboozled when you see him, but as you don't remember anything but your name, you think it's only right. maybe you do not remember him.

only if you knew he was no one in your pre-amnesia life. it's not like he's a stalker, not really; he was visiting his friend, and you were just... so fragile in the other room, so he had to look and see your chart. you have practically no one; parents on the other side of the world, no siblings, he had to take you into his own, messed up life.

it's not like he had a choice, right? retirement treats him horrible, he wants something for himself.

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Can’t stop thinking about riding Simon’s face. So here’s this:

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader

TW: Oral (female receiving), pet names, swear words.

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“You want me to what?” You chuckle softly, cheeks warming at your boyfriend’s request when you glance up at him from your cuddled position on the bed, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Sit on my face.” Simon grumbles with a shrug, his signature smirk on his face as he gently brushes your bare back with his fingertips.

“You want me to sit on your face?” You repeat, cheeks warming even more at his bluntness.

“Did I stutter?” He rolls his eyes, his smirk still evident on his lips as he pulls you onto his lap from the bed with his beefy arms, your legs straddling his wide hips.

You giggle as he manhandles you, your hands resting on his bare chest, fumbling with his dog tags as you glance down at him with a shy smile.

“Don’t get shy on me now, darling.” He smiles fondly, his hand moving from your hip to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You trust me?”

“Of course,” You murmur, nodding your head along with your words as he cups the side of your jaw and brings your lips to his for a gentle kiss before patting your arse cheeks with a grin.

“Up you get.” He pats his chest, giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze as he guides your movements, moaning deeply at the sight of your bare core near his lips. “So fucking pretty. I’m so lucky.”

You giggle softly, cheeks flooding at his vulgarity as you attempt to calm your heart rate with nerves, your hands resting on the headboard for support as you hover above his lips.

“You just let me do the work.” He murmurs, pressing open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, his large hands moving to curl around your arse cheeks, encouraging you to lower yourself. “I’ve got you. Just enjoy it, yeah?”

You hum in agreement, nodding gently as you follow his lead, lowering your hips as he grunts with pleasure, bringing your hips even closer to his mouth and immediately gets to work, swiping his tongue through your folds, gathering up your juices as if it’s honey.

You moan softly as he flicks his tongue to your clit, eyes locking into his as you look down at him. Your fingertips curl around the headboard a little more as the pleasure begins to build.

He groans with delight at the taste of you, flicking his tongue to your clit and taking his time, almost as if he’s trying to remember every taste, sound and movement. “Tastes so fucking good, baby.”

His movements pick up, the need and desire to make you feel as good as possible kicking in. His hands get rougher, palming over your arse cheeks and the back of your thighs, encouraging you to rock your hips against him, earning soft hitches and moans from your pretty lips.

Your hand moves to tangle in his blonde hair, pulling with pleasure when his tongue explores you, flicking and sucking in all the right spots. Pulling out the pleasure from within with every swirl of his tongue.

“Gonna cum, Si.” You gasp, your hips moving against his mouth, unable to stop the urge to get more. Your fingers tugging a little harder in his scalp, earning a grunt of approval from him.

“That’s my girl.” He praises, his words muffled as continues to abuse your clit with his tongue, flicking expertly as his large hands palm the back of your thighs possessively, squeezing and supporting your movements against him. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

His words were all you needed to allow the knot to snap, your hips twitching when your orgasm washes through you. Your head tilted back as you chant his name.

Simon doesn’t let up, continuing to suck and flick onto your clit as he rides out your high, grunting with ecstasy as he watches you come undone.

It feels like hours when his movements slow, eventually coming to a stop as he presses a satisfied kiss to your inner thigh. His hands smoothing over your soft skin, bringing you back to him.

You pant, breathing heavy as you glance down to him, grinning when you see his pleased grin on his lips.

“Did you enjoy that?” He quizzes, his grin widening because he already knows your answer, continuing to explore your skin softly with his hands.

“Yes,” You giggle, rolling your eyes with feigned annoyance at his smugness. “It was nice.”

“Good,” He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, leaning back against the pillow to have a better look at you, taking in your blissed out appearance. “You can sit on my face anytime, pretty girl.”

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Sitting with your back to Simon’s chest as you watch a movie. He’s always handsy so you pay him no mind. Until both of his hands find his way to your tits. Just squeezing, pulling, and twisting. His full attention to the movie until he’s pulled away by your squirms and moaning.

“Si…”

“Shh baby, trying to watch.”

It becomes too much and you remove his hands so you can watch the movie too. Until one of his hands finds it way under the waistband of your shorts. He’s just absentmindedly playing with your clit. Rubbing smooth circles…

You’re getting so horny. You just can’t take it and you snap.

“Stop! If you’re not going to do anything, just stop!”

His attention is now all on you with a shocked look on his face. He moves too quick for you to protest as one hand removes your shorts all together and then both hands rest on the inside of your thighs holding you wide open.

“Mmm. You can be frustrated. But is yelling how we communicate?”

You shake your head and yelp as a sharp smack lands right on your already soaked pussy.

“Is that how we communicate?”

“No…”

You voice comes out so weak compared to your previous outburst.

“I’m trying to watch a movie, lovie. So you’re going to sit here while I watch my movie. And anytime you disrupt me with a sound or squirming, you know what to expect.”

You simply nod and squeeze his arm tight with one hand. Eveything is going great… until one hand finds your tits and the other finds your clit. He’s just touching you so softly, giving you no pleasure. You let out a small frustrated sigh and are quickly met with another slap to your pussy.

“Shhh…”

It’s almost humiliating how casual this is for him while you’re absolutely soaked and frustrated beyond measure. How he can still be engrossed in the movie and you can focus on anything but his touch.

This continues for what feels like hours. His absentminded touch, your disgruntled displeasure, his harsh spank to your already swollen clit… the cycle repeats… the whole movie…

The parasites in my brain and gnawing at this enclosure with this

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older bf!simon who is trying to keep you alive during your exam season in uni. he has to wrestle the caffeinated drink out of your hands as it makes your anxiety so much worse.

older bf!simon who has to force you to take breaks and he is not nice about it either. he'll throw you over his shoulder if he has to, doesn't matter if you hid in the library on campus, he will embody the caveman he is on the inside.

older bf!simon who helps you revise. honestly it feels more like a military drill than revision at some points, you fear he'll tell you to drop down and give him twenty when you mess up a definition, he never does but he definitely thought about it once or twice.

older bf!simon who doesn't go overboard with the praise when you succeed just a plain ol' "that's my girl." and a smooch on the side of the head is all you need to feel like you've won at life. and if it doesn't work out, he'll let you cry it out if you need to, doesn't grumble about the snot on his hoodie and then simply helps you out so you ace the next try because he hates to see you cry.

older bf!simon who was holding back on his urges the entire exam season so you can focus but once you're done with the last one he is going to town on you. i'm talking order some food for the weekend, lock the door and hold on because he is going to ravage you on any and every surface inside your home.

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simon 'ghost' riley with a dick piercing!

✎ | dick piercing. gn!reader, but the reader has female genitals. overstimulation at the end! a shitty proof read... heh.

✎ | happy new year!!!

simon got his dick pierced long before you two met, and honestly, when you two first had sex, you weren't shocked at all when you saw the piercing in his tip. you were more shocked at how good it felt. you figured that it would be more painful than pleasurable and that all the girls online who talked about how good it felt when they were getting fucked by a guy with a dick piercing were just straight up talking bullshit.

but boy, were you wrong.

he was gentle, at first, to say least. he teased you for a bit – rubbing his cock up and down your folds, causing you to let out a mewl from the pleasure everytime time his smooth, cold piercings nudges against your clit. in reality though, he was tryna get you nice and wet for you to take his cock. he didn't want it to hurt, considering his ridiculous cock size.

when he switched positions, bending you over and then slowly sinked his length inside of you, you swear you were seeing stars. you begging him was worth it. his cock stretched you deliciously and when his tip finally kissed your cervix. that's when realised how good dick piercings actually feel. the piercing pressed against your g-spot. the smooth metal rubbing against it perfectly.

fuck, you were screaming for him and he just started.

when he started to move, your mind went numb. all you could feel and think about is how his cock was dragging in and out of you. he picked the pace where it was slow but he made sure to fuck his cock deep into you. he chose to go slow so you could feel every detail of his cock inside of you.

you could've sworn you were beginning to drool. your pussy was already clenching hard around him. no fucking way. you were already close? he took notice of how trembled. he guessed you were close so he decided to move one of his hands of your waist to snake around to play with the little nub that hid behind your soaked folds.

the dual sensation of his cock and his fingers rubbing at your clit was enough to make you cum. your pussy clamping down on him like a vice and your pussy coating his cock with your clear fluids.

he wasn't done though. he needed to cum and he was close too! your pussy felt like fucking heaven. his eyes follow down to the white ring that formed at the base of his cock. he groaned at that. his thumb swiped your clit faster and faster. he was too pussy drunk to even here your cries about you being too sensitive and for him to slow down.

your clench of your pussy and the sight of it taking his cock so well was enough to cum, flooding your pussy with his cum before pulling out with a lewd squelch...

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Bad Brain Day

Simon Riley X Reader

a/n: real self indulgent as i’m getting hit hard with seasonal depression mixed with my regular depression. getting out of bed most days is a struggle and then facing the work day is even harder. stay safe, hydrated, and beautiful friends. as always, quickly written and not proofread. i’ll come back later and fix her up. xoxo 💋

CW: Depression

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Simon notices the quiet at first. His bird is never quiet. You’re always singing to yourself, have some kind of music or show on, tapping your fingers on flat surfaces, clicking your pens. So when Simon hears silence so loud it’s deafening, he knows something must be wrong.

He toes off his shoes and hangs up his jacket before checking the living room. Lights off and no sign of any life. Same in the kitchen. And the bathroom. He opens the door to your bedroom and sees a lump under the many blankets piled on the bed. The only light in the room is from your ipad playing random youtube videos and the lava lamp on the dresser. He stares at you bewildered. He looks down at his watch, 19:34. He knows you didn’t eat anything since the same 2 dishes are in the sink from yesterday. He stares at you unsure of how to approach you. Is it women problems? It can’t be. He keeps a calendar in his phone. Shark week, as he refers to it, isn’t for 2 weeks. He steps into the room and thinks about turning on the bedside lamp, but decides not when he sees your sleeping. He presses his hand to the back of your head and you don’t have a fever.

Fear strikes through him. If you aren’t sick and it’s not your period, why would you be in bed at 19:30. He shakes you lightly. “Lovie.” No answer and no movement. He shakes you harder. “This isn’t funny.” He plants a knee on the bed to get a better angle of your face, to see if you are faking it. Your eyes remain closed and panic swells in him. He grabs you and shakes you awake forcefully. You open your eyes wearily and blink up at him in confusion. “Why?” is all you say while looking around the room for the threat that required you to be shaken awake like that. “What’s wrong?” He inquired while sitting down on the bed next to the cocoon you’ve created. “Bad brain day.” Is all you say before dropping your head back on the pillows and closing your eyes, hoping the sleep will take your far away from your current reality.

Simon just stares at you. He knew you suffered from mental illness. Anyone who associates themselves with him willingly definitely has a little something wrong. But you’ve never let him see you like this. Like a husk of yourself withering away waiting to do the next task required of you and nothing more. So he does the only thing he knows how to do, act.

He kisses you on the forehead and starts his mission. He does your laundry, scrubs the kitchen down, cleans up the living room, restocks the bathroom and shower, mops the hardwood floors, and makes you a pot of soup. He assumes you won’t want anything heavy, so soup it is.

You haven’t moved since he left almost 2 hours ago. He sets the soup, a freshly rolled joint and a small ashtray, a few bottle of water, crackers, and some licorice on the bedside table before staring down at you. He lightly shakes you awake and you wake up much easier this time. He gets you sitting up and hands you the soup without a word. You eat slowly. Your mind and body screams that it’s not interested, but you know you haven’t eaten in almost 24 hours.

After a bowl of soup, some crackers, and ‘yes love you need to drink both. you haven’t drank anything at all today’, simon cradles you into his side. He props your ipad up to continue playing whatever you wanted and lights the joint. He lets you hit as much as you want before taking small hits himself. This wasn’t for him, it’s for you.

As you lay there in his arms, you can feel something bubbling deep in you that signals you’re gonna be okay. You always struggled on your own, but now you have someone who genuinely loves you here taking care of you. Someone who sees you and says ‘this is just a quirk of yours i’m willing to work with’. You promised yourself you would call your therapist after the weekend was over to get a sooner appointment. It’s the least you can do to show Simon his care means something and is deeply appreciated.

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You have been a bitch all week. Simon’s patient with you. He knows it could be a mixture of things — your period coming soon, the holiday season at work, feeling frustrated about how behind your are on holiday prepping, or the fact that you know he has a mission to go on after the new year. You’ve tried to keep your sarcasm and irritation at a simmer with him, but you aren’t perfect. You get overwhelmed and overstimulated and lose your cool.

So he does what he knows best, fuck you. He lets you take your frustration out on his cock. He pistons his hips and fucks you with fervor. The only noise is the slapping of skin, your breathy moans, and his dirty mouth. “J’st like that Lovie.” “Fucking take it.” “Where ya going sweetheart? I’m not done yet.”

You’ve been at it for over an hour. Losing count of your orgasms after the 5th one. By this time you are tired and more than satisfied. Simon knows how to satisfy your bad mood. He’s always been good at that. As he pulls his now soft cock out of you, you try to pull him up. “No no. You got one more left.” He leaves you no time to answer before his mouth is on your cunt licking up his cum from inside you and pushing it back in with his fingers. “Si please. Please it’s so much” you whine against him. Simon’s not easily deterred when he has something in mind. The something in mind this time is your sweet, drolling cunny.

His fingers thrust in and out of you as his teeth nip and sucks on your clit. That coil winding deep in your core starts to get more intense. “Keep fucking clenching on me like that doll. You’re doing so good for me.” You whine at his words, knowing it’s only a matter of time. He angles his fingers just the right way for it to hit your spongey g-spot perfectly. The months and LOTS of practice finally paying off when he finds it quickly. “Fuck simon i cant please! please!” He doesn’t let up to my request. If anything, he starts sucking harder and finger fucking you more intensely.

SNAP. Your orgasm hit you with no forewarning. You scream out as your body releases into Simons mouth. Your squirt dripping down his chin and onto his chest. “Fuck me, you fucking squirted love.” You don’t hear a word he is saying because all of a sudden a huge wave of emotions bubbles in your chest. Before you can even comprehend what is going on, you are sobbing. Heavy breathing sobs with fat tears.

Simon’s frozen for a second. “Love??” He is up and off the bed the edge of the bed in an instant. Making his way up to the top, he grabs your limp body and molds it against his side. “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?” Your mind is foggy as you shake your head no. You can’t process what’s happening. Sobs heave from you as you try to catch your breath. Simon just continues to hold you, stroking your hair, rubbing across your back and down your body. He’s lost at what he can do. You don’t even know what YOU can do at this moment.

After a few minutes, you can finally breath full breathes now. You take a few deep, grounding breaths, and stiffen. Embarrassment washes over you as you sober up to the last 5 minutes of your life. You open your mouth to apologize, but Simon can sense your mood changes from miles away. “None o’ that.” You lay in his arms for a while, trying to calm yourself.

“That’s never happened before.” You state outloud when you can muster yourself up to speak. “Wouldn’t mind it happening again?” You look up at him incredulously. “I meant the crying.” You cower in on yourself at the thought of how you sobbed for no apparent reason. “Sweetheart. We both know i’m not the most in tune with my emotions, but i’m pretty sure your body just needed a way to release the tears you’ve been neglecting to shed.” You sigh deeply into his chest, feeling emotionally and physically spent.

“It’s still embarrassing.” You go to move, but he pulls you right back to where you were. “The first time I came home to you from deployment, remember how I finished fucking you in doggy? I cried as I came. Never happened to me before. I was just mortified and embarrassed, but it didn’t matter because I was home with you. I don’t care if you cry darling. Wouldn’t be the first one in this relationship to do so during sex.” He continues to stroke your hair. “I didn’t know that.” You whisper back to him. “It happens sometimes sweetheart. Nothing embarrassing about it.” You nod your head and nuzzle into him.

After laying there for some time, you groan. “Gotta shower. You have dried squirt on your face and i have dried cum on my legs.” You raise yourself from his grasp and walk towards the bathroom. “I wasn’t kidding about trying that again by the way. I NEED to try that again.” Your laugh rings through the bathroom as he hears the water being turned on. “Okay big guy. Come on.”

a/n: This is my first time writing smut please be kind. off work today so i figured i’d crack out some pending wips that just needed a little a TLC. i haven’t proofread this (nothing new). ill come back later and fix her up. comments, reblog, critics, and likes welcomed and appreciated ❤️‍🔥 xoxo lollie 💟

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Simon Riley becoming obsessed with you after a one night stand. CW : brief mentions of pussy eating, stalking, brief mentions of masturbation and hookups.

You had a great night with the brute you took home from the bar. He could throw you around and manhandle you, not to mention he was hung like a horse and actually knew where the clit was.

But that was that. You exchanged few words the following morning, and he left.

But you wouldn't leave his head. Every night Simon tried replicating your tight cunt with his hand. He remembered your moans and whines under him. How sweet and pathetic you cried.

And then Simon started spiralling. He started trying to find women on porn sites that resembled you, he started going to bars and sleeping with women who resembled you. And yet none of them could replicate what he had felt with you.

Simon got sick of it. He wanted needed you. So, he did the only rational thing.

He stalked you.

Simon ended up finding you easily. You were such an oblivious and stupid girl.

He stalked you for weeks. Until he cornered you in a bar and you recognised him. Taking him to your home once more.

Simon was desperate once you entered your apartment. His big hands pawing at your thighs and ass as he led you back to your bedroom. Your horny brain not taking a second to realise he shouldn't know the way to your bedroom based off of one hookup two months ago.

Simon slobbered at your pussy for almost an hour to make this night last. He wanted to ruin you for anyone else. And judging from your screams he was definitely doing a good job.

The following morning you expected Simon to be gone. But his muscular arms were tight around your waist. Holding you against him.

"Never letting you go again, bird"

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Simon had always known he was possessive, but this… this was something new. It all started during a rambling, half-drunk conversation with Soap, the kind they’d both forget by morning—except for one comment that had lodged itself in Simon’s mind like a splinter.

“Lass can’t forget you if she’s knocked up with your baby,” Soap had muttered with a lopsided grin, slurring just enough to make Simon dismiss it at first.

At first.

Simon knew you’d never forget him, no matter how long he was deployed. He trusted you, loved you in ways he couldn’t always put into words. But once the thought was planted, he couldn’t forget it. Maybe deep down it was the fear you’d leave or just the desire to know that you were fully his, round with his child, but whatever it was, when he got notified of an upcoming assignment, he knew he was gonna damn well try.

Which is how you ended up here now, pressed into the mattress beneath him, his broad chest blanketing your back as his lips dragged heatedly along your neck. He reaches around, pulling your body up enough for you to stabilise yourself as he roughly palms your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers as he continues to rut against you.

He's been at it for hours, fucking you with a relentless intensity, determined to fill you with every drop of his cum before he leaves. You’ve lost count at this point, never knowing he could go for so many repeated rounds but you certainly know it now as you feel his cum run down your thighs, the squelching noise every time he fucks back into you, a combination of your arousal and how many loads he’s given you so far tonight.

"Fuuck-" he groans, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "Gonna knock you up so good. Gonna make sure you're round with my baby by the time I get back."

He pulls out, his cock sliding from your well-fucked hole 

He stares down at your pussy, mesmerised by the sight of it dripping with his cum. He leans down, his face mere inches from it as his heated breath ghosts your folds. He watches, transfixed, as another thick spurt of his previous load oozes out of you.

"Fucking hell," he mutters, his breath hot against your skin. "Look at that. Look at what you do to me."

He reaches out, his fingers gently parting your swollen lips to get a better look. He teases your entrance, circling it slowly before scooping up some of the cum that's leaking out and guiding it back in with his middle and ring finger.

He pushes his fingers deeper, scissoring them to work his own cum back inside you. He wants to make sure every last drop takes.

"Gonna plug you up-" he growls, his voice rough with lust. "Keep you nice and full of me.”

He withdraws them, glistening with the thick, pearly fluid before bringing them up to your mouth, pressing his fingers against your lips.

"Go on-" he purrs as he slowly pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean. You can taste the saltiness of his cum mixed with the musky scent of your arousal. It's a heady combination that makes your head spin.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice rough with approval. "Such a good girl for me."

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, only to bring them back down to your pussy. He circles your clit with them, the slickness of his cum providing the perfect lubrication before he gestures for you to roll onto your back.

He straightens back up as he slides the head of his aching cock through your folds, nudging the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that do nothing to satisfy the ache inside you.

"Y’not going anywhere," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "Not after this- fuck -you’re not leaving me…You can’t–”

You could hear the subtle desperation in his words, a fear that you'd abandon him. He needed to know that you would be here, waiting for him, even when he was deployed.

He kisses desperately, trying to put every fiber of his being into this kiss, hoping to portray even a fraction of the strong love he felt for you. His hips start to move again, his cock sliding into you with a groan. He sets a slow, deep pace, each thrust deliberate and purposeful as he works himself in and out of you.

"Fuck, I love you," he grunts, the words torn from him. "Love you so fucking much…You're my everything, I swear I’ll never let you down-"

He wraps his arms around you, holding you as close as possible, fingers digging into your flesh as he impales you on his thick cock over and over again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his forehead pressed against yours. "So fucking tight and wet for me. Always so ready for my cock, god you’re perfect-."

He adjusts his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts so that he's hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your back arches off the bed as your nails rake down his back and you moan wantonly.

"That's it, baby," he coaxes, his voice husky with desire. "Gonna' fill you up so good. Gotta make sure it takes before I leave-

His hips piston faster, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his muscles tense, the way his breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

"Gonna cum," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Shit- fuck-”

He buries himself to the hilt, incoherent mutterings rolling off his tongue as his cock pulses, filling you with another thick load. He bites down on your shoulder to muffle his groans as you feel it, hot and heavy, painting your insides white. He collapses on top of you, all his weight heavy upon you, though you don't mind at all, arms wrapping tightly about him.

He stays buried inside of you, his now softening cock still buried deep within you. He rests his forehead against yours as his breath comes in short pants, trying to catch his breath.

"I meant what I said, you know…gonna' make you mine in every way possible," he murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he lifts some of his weight off of you. "Want you to have my baby- And when I come back, I'm gonna marry you because I’m completely yours and I want you to be fully mine, officially."

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Started watching the show "You" and it's so funny how I'm just so okay with stalking cause of all the books I read that I deadass thought it was a romance series LMAOOO

Like wdym it's a thriller and not a romance? This guy is a romantic 🥺

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somebody needs to stop me

Roommate!Simon Riley who crawls into your bed late at night when he gets home from deployment.

The apartment is dark, nothing but the hood light on the microwave dimly illuminating the kitchen. He can hear the theme song of your show playing from the hallway. It was something you’d seen a thousand times before, and he knew you’d watch a million times after that. One of his favorite sounds on Earth was hearing the echo of your sweet laughter that came with it. It was the only thing that kept him sane while he was away, knowing he was coming home to you.

He drops his duffle, trudging, begrudgingly, to his room to change and clean up. Oh how’d he’d love to just go right to your arms, but he was disgusting, and he didn’t want to get his sweet’art coated in blood and dirt.

He’d move quickly, barely taking the time to wash his body before he was out and in his boxers.

Immediately, he was standing at your cracked door, eyes flickering to your sleeping frame as the TV light glared harshly around the room.

You were covered in a cocoon of blankets, stuffed animals scattered across the mattress. He loved how everything that surrounded you screamed life. Down to the colors of your pajamas and the books on your nightstand. It was such a drast contrast to what he’d spent the last month being suffocated in. It was his home.

He’d creep in slowly, trying to keep his footsteps quiet as he made the way to your bed. There were clothes on the floor, and he found himself tripping over a few pairs of shoes. A smile crept its way onto his stern features. This was what he’d been waiting for. He’d crawl to your body, pushing past mounds of covers to lay down beside you with a grunt. He’d delicately wrap his arms around your waist, squeezing your skin every so often to remind himself that this was real, that you were here.

You’d stir, hand flying out to push away whatever had grabbed you, but he was quick to ease the anxiety, planting a kiss to the back of your head. “easy now love, it’s just me.”

You’d immediately still at the sound of his voice, relaxing into the warmth of his body. “missed you.” The words are slurred, but they’re there nonetheless. Groggy and hoarse, but yours.

He’d sigh, nuzzling his nose into your hair. The sweet smell of your shampoo makes him breathe a little easier. “missed you too.”

He’d fall asleep like that, passed out against your back. No covers on his body, no clothes. Just you, your show, and the peace finally coming back to him at the feeling of your chest rising and falling.

You were alive. You were here.

That’s all that ever mattered.

can you tell I have an unhealthy obsession with this trope??

[xyras-maze]

Simon takes advantage of the cold to take you on walks. The chill of the weathers calms his mind while he holds onto you. A hand tightly clamped around yours while you both wander through concrete and pavement alike. No true destination until you pull him into a small coffee shop.

Sharing a cup with him and helping him wipe whats left on his mouth at the booth in the back. He's smitten enough to let you climb over his lap to kiss him. Closing his eyes so his other senses work better, breathing you in. Simon pays the bill with a twenty, not even staying for a tip when he walks you both back home. Eyes fixated on you since the start.

He likes being cold with you. He likes warming up with you even more.

[xyras-maze]

I have to get this out of my brain but John Price is the most sugar daddy to sugar daddy without even knowing it, he doesn’t just like spoiling his partners, if you are in his life and you mean something to him, you WILL get spoiled.

he spoils the boys with their pub trips, happy to just see his team relax and unwind with each other, even if sometimes that means he has to help a drunken Simon or Johnny up to their apartment, Kyle already knocked out in the back of the car waiting for his turn

Kate will get random assortments of flowers every few weeks, arrangements that make her roll her eyes with a smile playing at her lips as she flips open the card addressed to her and her wife

Nik receives the most random assortment of things, tools, clothes, cigars that Price thinks he’d enjoy, the occasional barbell set. Books that Price has recently finished that he thinks Nik would enjoy.

[xyras-maze]

simon ghost riley, who misses you so much after being away from you for a couple of months and greets you with cunnilingus!

✎ | again, no pronouns but fem!genitals! pussy!drunk simon. lazy proofread...

simon who comes back home to see his significant other after a good five months is like fucking heaven to him. you could barely even say hello before he's already on his knees, fumbling with your trousers. he peels them off along with your underwear.

he stares at your pussy and before you even could say anything he was already devouring you. his tongue pressed firmly against your clit before slipping down to your hole.

he missed your taste so badly. he missed doing this to you. if this could count as a hobby, this would definitely be his favourite. having his head buried between your thighs is his fucking happy place.

his tongue slips into your pussy, loving the way it clenches around his tongue. he groans into your pussy, drinking up as much of your arousal as possible. it was addicting.

his tongue leaves your hole and drags back up to your throbbing clit, flicking his tongue back and forth against it before wrapping his lips around it.

he sucks on your sensitive clit with lewd noises filling the room. he's so focused on eating you out that he doesn't even noticed that you already came a minute ago.

you moan and scream out his name, telling him to ease up or to give you a break. but it was hopeless. simon was wayyy to focused on having you all to himself, well your cunt at least.

his tongue drags back down to hole and begins to tongue-fuck you. your arousal dripping all over his tongue. the even tighter clench of your cunt around his tongue told him that you came. he pulls away with a grin on his face. your juices dripping all over his chin.

you look down at him, panting and slowly letting go of his hair. you glare at him and that's when the grin widens into a shit-eating one.

"if you couldn't tell, i'm home now."

[xyras-maze]

— in command.

price may be a hardened soldier, but one thing’s for sure—his command doesn’t extend in his own home.

i love the idea of a big strong man being utterly powerless to his wife i love it so much

as captain of task force 141, john price is used to people falling in line the moment he speaks. his presence alone is enough to command respect—a hardened soldier, a leader who doesn’t waste words.
but you?
you’re his wife, and you’re not afraid to cut him down to size.

“john, what the hell?” you say sharply, standing in the middle of the living room, arms crossed. “wet boots on the carpet again? honestly, do you ever think before you step inside?”

he stays silent, hands resting on his hips, his eyes fixed on you. most people would be too nervous to keep talking, but you’re not most people. “told you once, told you a thousand times—take them off by the door. it’s not that hard, john. do you know how long it takes to clean this up?”

“you might get to play captain out there, but in this house? you’re just john,” you continue, stepping closer. “and john wipes his boots before he comes in—or better yet, he takes them off like a civilized human being. because look what doing otherwise has gotten us into.” you gesture to the muddy footprints leading across the room, glaring at the trail that winds its way onto the freshly vacuumed rug.

your voice is steady, your gaze unwavering, and john feels the faintest heat creeping up the back of his neck. you’re fiery, sharp, and so damn sure of yourself, and god help him, he loves it.

you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to respond. “well? got anything to say for yourself?”

he clears his throat, shifting slightly as he adjusts his stance. his trousers feel a little too snug, the result of something far from appropriate given the fact you’re practically telling him off. still, there’s no denying the effect you have on him—your confidence, your passion, the way you hold your ground no matter who’s on the other side of it.

“won’t happen again, ma’am,” he finally says, his voice low and steady.

your glare softens, and the faintest smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. you turn away, muttering something under your breath about him being impossible, but john’s already watching you with something close to awe.

he may be a captain out there, but in this household? you’re the damn president.

[xyras-maze]

Testing your new lipsticks by sitting on Simon/König’s lap and kissing all over his face to check how transfer proof it is and he just sits there like a good boy for you <33

(He’s practically love-drunk and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.)