[warmlyregarded]

✉️ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ sylus loves spoiling you

you've always been careful about how you spend your money. sylus notices this, and to counteract it, he spends his money on you like there's no tomorrow.

when you're out shopping, he'll insist you enter stores you'd never consider yourself because of the price. sylus is ever so patient when you try on dress after dress, and when you can't choose which ones you like the most, he tells the salesperson to wrap them all.

"i'll see you in the red one for dinner," he'll say, swiping his card without so much a glance at the screen. the price is more than your last paycheck.

sylus will deliver things to your apartment. they'll somehow end up on your kitchen island, and he'll call you right as you get home.

"what did you buy this time?" you'll ask him.

sometimes it'll be a pair of shoes you've been eyeing or new gear you've been putting off buying. when you ask how he could've possibly known what you needed, sylus will chuckle, his voice deep and amused over the phone.

"i have my ways," he tells you.

what you don't know is how he religiously monitors the posts you like online... and maybe what you search. irrelevant details. after all, everything is fair game when it comes to providing for his girl, right?

when you do tell sylus you want something, usually food, he navigates to the most expensive places. you want a sweet treat? it's a high-end bakery, and he buys one of each thing for you to try. craving a good meal? you end up in places that have a month-long waiting list. out for drinks? sylus waves his hand and another round appears before you have the chance to finish what's in your hand.

sylus finds it amusing when you tell him to stop. he towers over you, standing around in the living room as you ramble on about being able to afford your own things while sitting on his couch. it's cute, really.

he cuts you off, "oh, kitten."

you look up at him, hands mid-gesture trying to prove your point.

"what?"

"you have no idea how much i hold back."

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[hughjass]

Office Worker!Toji x Fem!reader

18+ SMUT!

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No ai was used. No use of y/n

Synopsis: you don’t know he’s got a big crush on you, and he finds out you’re quite inexperienced so he offers to help you gain some.

Fanart by @/youKa.i on insta/tiktok

I hope you enjoy! -> on ao3 as well!!

Moodboard here (ignore this if you want)

Wc: 7.4k

Cw: Non canon au. Office au. No physical description of y/n other than clothes and hair (just a brief mention). Short plot. teaching you to kiss. Thumb sucking. Talking you through it. Pubic hairs. Virgin!reader. Introvert!Toji. Soft dom!Toji. Dacryphilia. Once again you’ve got a deep dish. Spooning. Prone bone. Headlocks. Make outs. Multiple orgasms. Dry humping. Thigh riding. Pussy eating. Fingering. Clit play. Creampie. Unprotected. Big dick!Toji. Size kink. Size difference. Breath play. Cervix fucking. Squirting. Second hand embarrassment (very brief). He wears glasses.

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It’s been three dreadful years since you got this job. Same boring routine. Your alarm, panging heavily. Screeching. 05:37. An oddly specific time but nonetheless. Your front flat on the bed. Head buried in the satin pillow. An arm underneath it. Your eyes groggy, crust filled, you raise one arm above your laying body and smack the sounding thing, hard. It stops.

You need exactly twenty three minutes to yourself in the morning before you begin your day. Twenty three minutes of silence. You turn over. Back now against the ruffled sheets.

Staring at the ceiling above you. Your curtains slightly ajar, a distant car engine coming to life. The headlights, illuminating. Small patterns of light reflect onto your ceiling. Various shapes.

Lifting a hand into the air slowly, you’re tracing the patterns you see. Index finger pointed, swirling circles, rectangles. A sharp edge, you trace out. Your arm, stretching further away from you.

05:43

You glance at the alarm clock. Bright red font staring back at you. You restlessly bring your arm back down, it lands in a small plop. You close your eyes briefly, a heavy sigh leaving your lips.

You grab your phone by your bedside. Tapping the screen, 05:45. You scroll through your socials, emails and skim read your schedule on your calendar.

Minutes go by as the time finally reads 06:00. You reluctantly sit up, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress. Hands planted on either side of it, you push yourself up with a small grunt. You enter your bathroom, marble dark green tiled walls and a few small plant pots decorated the room.

A red toothbrush in a white mug next to your small sink. You brush your teeth and shower all under thirty minutes. You find a professional business-casual outfit in your closet. A yellow cashmere sweater, paired with indigo straight legged jeans and red bowl of repettos. You grab your wired headphones and your bag, keys already in hand, and head out. A soft tune playing in your ears.

You check your phone, April 5th. 06:50. The weather’s less cold today. The sun rising, a hue of golden skulked behind chalky clouds. A warm easy breeze brushing your cheeks.

Fourteen minutes.

You needed to get the train at exactly four minutes past seven in the morning.

You make it to the station with four minutes to spear. You love walking, such an easy way to get your blood flowing.

The station’s platform buzzed with restless hums of commuters. Swarmed with people. Fatigued faces, sagged shoulders. A heaviness in the air. Yet you were tuned out, bouncing quietly to the rhythm in your ear. You didn’t let the heaviness get to you. You already know you have a long day ahead of you. Can’t do anything about it.

One silver carriage after another rolls in. Tires screeching every few seconds. It halts. The doors slowly opening, a horde of people rushing out, whilst people barge past others trying to rush in, you included. It’s tightly packed. Stuffy air. Poor air conditioning. Blocked in every direction. Bags brushing against people’s backs. Bumping at every jolt of the train. The train jerks at a curve, sending you swaying. Your body failing to catch up with the sudden movement. Your body bends, face pressing up into someone’s swole chest. The train lurches again, he catches you. Beefy arms locking around your waist.

“I’m soo sorry. The train— I didn’t mean to.” You plead. Your eyes haven’t reached his yet, too embarrassed to look.

“You okay?” A deep rumble.

Baritone. Throaty.

You finally look up at him nervously, eyes widening slightly.

He’s handsome. Very handsome. Nearly a whole foot taller than you. His neck tilted downward, fully focused on you. Black hair, a messy wolf cut, almost blue in the train light, frame his eyes. They’re sharp, you notice. Grey with hints of green as they stared back into yours. Intense. Glasses framed perfectly on his nose. Black briefcase over a shoulder. A white t-shirt underneath a navy blue sweat, folded at the midpoint of his forearm, exposing angry veins following up to his massive hands. He could kill me in one punch, you think.

Dark grey slacks, your eyes trailing further down to his black oxford patent shoes.

His arm is still caged at your waist, holding you upright. Wait. You’ve seen him before. Where? At the park? Wait no. This is your coworker. What’s his name again?

T…to…Zen…

You’re trying to remember, still staring at him, not answering.

“It’s Toji. We’re colleagues."

Ah Toji. That’s it.

“O—oh yeah. I totally remembered.” A slight forced laugh leaving you.

The train bumps again. You accidentally grab at his bicep. Meaty. Thick bicep. He’s so big you think. You’d never noticed Toji. At all actually. But he’s noticed you.

“Sorry again.” You look down, uncomfortable.

“Hold onto me yeah?” Velvety voice. He’s pulling you tighter against him. Your chest flushed against his rigid one. Fuck, how is he so big?

You give a tiny nod, eyes focused on the ground. He grunts in response. Odd. Paying no mind to it, you pull out your phone, needing any distraction. Reviewing your calendar. A full busy day, your phone reads. With it all ending by 6pm. You sigh mentally. You click a few tasks, scrolling on your phone checking the details.

‘Type up a project, send it off to your boss by the end of the day.’ Emails upon emails flooding yours. Constantly responding to them. Lunch break. The same restaurant. Same sandwich. Lettuce, cheese, chicken breast.

All the while, there’s Toji. Fighting your scent. He’s staring at the top of your head. Thoughts overpowering him. The smell of your perfume, so enticing, so inviting. Screaming in his nose. Vanilla with a hint of strawberry. He gives in and breathes you in slow. Quiet. Face nearly pressing into your head. Eyes closing. A flush of pink rushing to his cheeks. A bulge forming slightly in his trousers. Shiiit.

You’re still holding onto his bicep. It felt like the muscle was bursting out. He dwarfed you. His large body shielding, hiding you from everyone else. You couldn’t see over his shoulder even if you tried.

The train still moving, tired groans of its wheels are heard every few minutes.

-

The train slowed with a long screech. Its wheels grinding against the rails. It stops. The doors opened with a sluggish spread. People barging past each other trying to get out. You’re unfocused, not really there. Toji’s large arms guiding you out. Your chest to his front, your feet backing away. His forward. Both stumbling out. He’s holding you tight, the warmth radiating off of him. He’s so close. His musky, sandalwood perfume digging in your nose. You can’t help but inhale.

You both make it out onto the platform. Still clutched onto each other. Your eyes reach his, he’s already looking.

“Thank you Toji.” Face flushing in a deeper colour, he’s making you so shy.

His heart stutters. A small pink on the surface of his face. He swallows the lump in his throat before answering.

“‘S no problem.”

The two of you exit the station in silence. Both side by side, he’s slowing his steps matching your pace. Hands in his pockets. Grounded, confident strides of his long legs next to yours. A heavy walk. Small tilts of his hips from every step.

-

Eventually you make it to the office doors.

Both heavily greeted by your lively boss.

“Ahh! It’s nice to see you two come in together.” Strangely bubbly. Especially with how early it is in the morning. Just twenty minutes after seven. Messy glasses, hair in flying strands. A bright red cardigan with a white shirt underneath. Grey pants and black dr martens.

She reminds you of your old art teacher from college.

You give her a small smile anyway, nodding.

“Why specifically.. us two?” You ask all confused.

Your boss glances at Toji, wiggling her brows. You narrow your eyes at her, then between the two. You pause at Toji, nervously staring at him. He’s glaring at your boss. A minute of silence follows. Just eyes fighting over.

Toji quickly barges past you both, his face flushed red. You couldn’t see it though. Only noticed the growing red at the back of his neck. He reaches a hand up to cover it as he scurries away.

“Uh?”

“Alrighty!” Your boss’s sing songy voice cutting you off.

“I’ve got a bunch of stuff for you to do today. I know you can get it allll done before the end of today! Aaand I’ll reward you if you do.” Eyes beaming at yours. She’s paused in a teeth open smile. Hands clasped together. Interlocked. You don’t know why that scares you a bit, but it does.

You crack a smile again, one eye twitching.

-

Lunch time. Finally. You’ve got a headache.

You’re headed to your easy access restaurant. Reciting your order in your head.

The weather’s quite nice today. Soft kisses of a warm breeze wafting through the air land on your cheeks. It’s a two minute walk from the office.

You’ve got your sandwich in a small brown bag, you’re holding it up with two hands. It’s your favourite sandwich, so you hold it with much care. Pacing, making your way back to the office staff room.

You reach the office doors, tapping your lanyard at the speed gates. A light jog now, you’re heading down to the staff room, excited to quench your hunger.

Reaching the door to the staff room, you stretch your arm out aiming for the handle before the door opens and you meet a larger, sturdier body. Same blue sweater, same toned forearms. You look up, eyes beaming.

“Toji!” A soft smile tugging at your lips as you stare.

He grunts in response, nodding his head a little. Hands coming up to push at the bridge of his glasses. Adjusting the already neatly placed thing on his face. Needing to ground himself in your presence. You make him so nervous you don’t even know it.

He steps aside letting you in. You give him a playful wink as thanks. A rush of heat gathers at his cheeks. Fuck. You don’t know how much he likes you. You’ve just got this easiness to you. So soft. Sweet.

You enter the room, seeing a close work friend sitting at one of the tables. You settle down into a chair next to her, chatting your day away.

-

The end of your shift is approaching. You’ve never been happier. You’re sitting at your desk typing away at the keyboard.

“My lovely staff!” Your boss enters the office room in that annoyingly warm sing songy voice.

“Since you’ve all been such wonderful people, I’m rewarding you all! Office dinner!” She shrieks, her voice getting pitchier at every word. You feel a throb at your ear drums. Covering your ears with both hands you’re smiling at her anxiously. There’s one thing you still weren’t used to in all your three years of being here. Your boss’s unpredictable nature.

“An officer dinner sounds nice.”

You hear murmurs across the room, some eager, some anxious, you being one of them.

-

The long awaited office dinner. You’re seated beside your close friend around a circular table, giggling at something she’s said. Other staff gathered around. You can’t really register it though you’ve had a few drinks and they’re starting to take effect. You’re swaying side to side, a hearty smile etched on your face. You’re staring at your friend so lovingly. You love friendships. There’s something much deeper about friendships than anything else.

You hear another one of your colleagues talk about their sexual history. The alcohol punching it out of them. With another tipsy giggle, you lean in towards your friend, ushering her closer with a beckon of your hand. A nearly empty glass of wine in the other.

You whisper in her ear. Giggling.

“You know I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

You rise back up, staring with a drunken smile. It’s as if she’s forced into sobriety when she hears you. Face contorting into something that looks like surprise. Before she responds, she notices a certain someone. How they’ve been struggling to keep their eyes off of you. Dull green ones.

Instead, she grabs a spoon and taps in against her empty glass, a chime following. The room has her attention.

“Who wants a round of spin the bottle?” She suggests. A smirk playing on her lips.

“We’re too old for—”

“Yes! Sounds perfect.” Your boss cuts in. Her word being final.

Your boss grabs an empty beer bottle, facing it flat on the table and spins.

It unexpectedly lands on a certain dark haired male. That so happens to have a very sizeable frame.

“Mr Zenin!” She gleams. There’s a panicked look on his face, you chuckle to yourself quietly. Seems like he’s also not used to her antics.

“Aaaand…”

Spinning the bottle again. Your boss is seated near you, hands clasped together. Almost as if she knows who it’s landing on. Like she’s orchestrated something. It spins for a good long twenty seconds before landing perfectly in your direction. What a coincidence.

She yells your name excitedly. And you’re stunned in your seat. Frozen. You look to your friend whispering a quick

“What do I do?”

Before you glance over at Toji’s face and he’s… red. Very red. You look slightly concerned. Brows squinted. Mouthing a

‘You ok?’

He just nods quickly. Eyes leaving yours briefly, dancing around the room.

“Well?” Your boss is still giving that creepy wide smile.

“Well what..” you ask wearily. Clutching at the hem of your shirt.

“Well, head on out to an empty room! Both of ya.” She gestures her hands to the door, clapping, and Toji’s already up on his feet. This is the quickest you’ve ever seen him move. Practically speed walking to the door, exiting first. Small snickers are heard throughout the room.

“He’s so obvious.”

You just glance over everyone, still confused. With one final glance at your boss, you follow along. Leaving the room.

You find Toji against a nearby wall. Hands digging in his pockets. Shifting from one foot to the other.

“Toji?” You call out. His face turned over to you. Heart beating out his chest. Can she hear it? He wonders. He’s waited for such an opportunity like this, trying so hard not to fuck it up.

“..should we find a room?” His voice is so quiet. It’s as if he’s making an effort to look less intimidating than he already does. Why would you be scared though? He’s so nice. If looks could kill though.

“Yeah.” A reassuring smile shaping on your lips.

The both of you find an empty room, far away from your main building. No person nearby. No noise. Just extreme quietness.

You feel the alcohol setting in even more now. A slight dizziness forming. Possibly for him too, he’s had a few shots of whisky.

Your mind drifts back to what you said a few minutes ago.

‘Never kissed anyone before’

Toji seems like an understanding person under all that scruff. He could probably give you advice. He’s attractive. Very evidently. Your eyes rake over him. A slow once-over. Settling on his biceps for a second longer. God they’re so big. He’s so big. He probably has experience, you conclude. Definitely. He could help you. You muster up the courage and blurt it out.

“Toji! You know..” you pause, eyes looking at the ground before meeting his again. “I’ve never kissed anyone before… or done— you know what nevermind.” A huge wave of second hand embarrassment erupting. Hearing it out loud. Again. It sounds worse than it did earlier. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. What possessed you to say that you think. Mentally slapping yourself a good few times. Eyes scrunching closed in disgust. Crows feet forming at how hard you’re pressing your lids together.

It’s as if the gates of heaven had opened and invited Toji Zenin directly. As vip. He sucks in a breath you don’t notice. Heart stuttering in his firm chest.

You’re looking away, all shy. Turning around full so your back is facing him now. You wish you could erase this memory, wipe it clean off the face of earth.

I should’ve never drank— Oh god, what if he tells everyone— you’re brain spiralling.

You hear heavy thuds, he’s slowly approaching you. Close enough to your back that you feel his warmth. Only slightly, but giving you room to object.

“Would you like me to… teach you?” He asks you, voice deeper than it usually is.

You spin back around shocked that he’s not disgusted by your admission. A small smile forming on your lips in genuine delight, you look up at him and nod twice. The alcohol fully in control of you both now. Hazey eyes, shining at him. He raises a hand up to your face. Slowly. Giving you time to say otherwise. You don’t reject it. He places a thumb at your chin, rubbing softly. Your jaw too. Tilting your gaze at him. Caressing you.

Before dipping his head low, huge body caging yours. He parts his lips slightly. His grey eyes half lidded. Intensely staring into your glazed ones.

His other hand finds your face. Propping up your head in both big hands, making you look so much smaller, he always did, he steps closer. Contracted biceps bulging in his shirt. Fingers travelling up your face, thumbs at the apples of your cheek.

“Open your mouth a bit…” he whispers, lowering a thumb, glazing over your glossy bottom lip.

“Yeah jus’ like that.”

Fuck he sounds so hot right now. Is it the alcohol? It’s definitely the alcohol.

You’re staring up at him. Blinking slow. Eyes all doey.

He pushes his thumb in. Delicately. Pushing at your wet muscle. Circling. His own tongue stutters out a little, in awe. Mimicking almost, as if he can’t fathom that you’re actually letting him put his thumb in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and suck.

Slurp.

Your eyes close, shutting softly.

“Mnh.” That does it.

He removes his thumb, resting it on your bottom lip. Stares at the glistening thing. His eyes, heavy. He inches his face closer. His warm breath wafting over your face. Your mouth.

A gentle, chaste roll of his lips on yours. Slow. Open mouthed.

Chu.

Eyes closing at the feel. He pulls away just a bit. Low eyes boring into you. He’s still close enough that you’re breathing his air. You’re dazed. Panting unhurried deep breaths. Every exhale fanning his lips. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip slowly. Nearly touching yours. His eyes gloss over your wet mouth.

He leans in again. Eyes closing. Pulling your lips against his. Still unrushed. Angling closer. Noses brushing at every twist of his head. Deepening this kiss. His tongue wetting your lower lip. Asking. Pleading.

“Let me in.” Heavy pants in between kisses.

You open your mouth with a tiny moan, welcoming, enveloping his thick tongue. He’s bigger everywhere. So much bigger than you. You love it. He’s rolling his tongue against yours now, tracing the crevices of your mouth. Swallowing you. Tongues tangled. Moaning into you.

“Mmph!” Sultry groans leaving his mouth. Trapping your lower lip between his teeth. Sucking softly.

“Hn!”

You never knew kissing could be like this. Feel like this. You feel a pool of warmth settle at your lower belly. Butterflies. You push into him further. Tongues flat against each other. Sucking. Teeth clashing.

You’re grinding against each other now. His hands, wandering down your back, gripping your ass.

Your hips give an experimental thrust. An elongated roll. Holding it for an extra second. Mid kiss, you feel something rigid. Taut. Quite long too. You pull away just a little.

A gasp leaves you. You’re not too sure if it's pleasure or shock. Definitely both. You glance down at the hard thing. It looks painful, almost. Huge dent protruding at his lower clothes. A hefty thing he is. Couldn’t possibly be a normal size. You’re zoned out at the sight of him, he nudges a meaty thigh between your legs. Pulling your lower body closer to his. Veiny hands fixed at your hips. Rolling your clothed pussy against the solid muscle, he flexes.

“Unh!”

You’re moaning into his mouth. Hot breaths mixing. Eyes dilated. Fluttering.

“T—Toji!” You tried to pull away, voice trembling.

“Wanna stop?” He whispers with a shaky exhale. Low grey eyes piercing yours.

He hasn’t stopped moving you on his body. Gyrating hips in firm hands. You attempt to respond. But you whimper instead. He takes that as your answer. Entranced at how good it feels on his thigh. Throbbing pulses of your pussy every few beats. You’re aching. Craving more. Is this a normal thing that happens during sex? You don’t know. But you love it.

“I’m gonna pick you up okay?”

You give a few rushed nods, flushed face, parted wet lips brushing his.

Lifting you easily with one of his massive arms, he locks your legs around his toned waist. Flexed arms firm around your body. Caging you. Pulling you in so your clothed pussy’s face first against his bulge.

He’s grinding you down harder. Longer. Your clit catching at the large bump. He’s moving into you. Slow rolls of his.

“Angh!” Eyes shut. Lips caught in your teeth. They’re trembling. Poor attempts of you stifling your sounds. You hide your face into the crook of his neck.

“That good huh?” His voice all rugged. He’s feeling this as much as you. Hot breaths fanning your ear. You can’t reply.

You’re clutching at his tricep. Shoulders, his neck. A deep feeling settling in your lower belly. A build up. It's tight. Severe almost.

“You gotta say it.”

“Toj— hn! I don’t angh! Something’s—”

A few more rolls of your clothed pussy on him and you’re shuddering. Thighs shaking vigorously, eyes spinning. A silent cry leaving you. You’re cumming, hard. Nails gnawing at his shirt.

“F—fuckk!” Heavy heaves of your breath against his flushed neck.

“Breathe… breathe for me..that’s it.”

Beats pass. He helps you down from your high. You look ruined. Face stained in aftershocks of pleasure. You’re so fucking beautiful he’s barely holding on.

“I didn’t think it could be like that.” You breathlessly say. Staring at him.

“There’s still a lot more to learn…” His eyes dance around you before continuing.

“Let me take you home?”

-

Stumbling into your apartment, you’re pressed tightly against each other. Lips in a tangle of wet opened mouth kisses, your hands scratching at his back, forcing him impossibly closer to you. His face pinked in pleasure, harsh breaths strangling out airing your face.

Your apartment keys tumbling out your hands in a single swift motion, clattering against the floor. He’s all over you. Broad hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. Hoisting the thing above, now off of you. Your arms coming up with his before locking around his neck. Lace black bra on full display. His hungry gaze drifted to them, lingering. The curve of your breasts. The fullness. The way your nipples poked through the fabric. Awe didn’t begin to cover the way he ogled at your tits. The way he looked at them was deeper, almost reverent.

Obsessive.

You’ve both found the nearest wall, your sweat filled back pressing into it. Lifting ever so often with how your chest chases after him. He brings a hand to one of them, squeezing just right. Enough to cause pressure, but not enough to elicit pain from you. Can’t do that. He wouldn’t dream of it. You’re so precious to him, so perfect. Can’t ruin you just yet. He claws at your top pulling down in one swift tug. Tits spilling out in a perfect motion, as though flowers were breaking through their petals. You bloomed. He’s quick to grab hold of one of them, large hands swallowing it whole. The raw feeling now. You’re so warm. So pliable in his hands. He gives another experimental knead. Playing with you. Testing it.

Your pebbled nipple, glossing over his palm. You can’t fight the sound that leaves you. A soft mewl.

“Hnntoji!”

Back arching into it, needing more. Eyes unfocusing, you head slightly lulled back. A soft thud on the wall.

“Eyes on me.”

His free hand grips the back of your neck, pulling your face flush against his. Lips meeting in a hurried passionate kiss. Tongues entwining. Wet sounds of your lips filled the void.

“Mnnchu— Toji..I want more.”

“Yeah you want more?” He says in an almost whisper. Hot breath ghosting over your lips. You’re nodding pathetically, he can’t help but find it adorable. He snickers a bit.

“Tell me hm? Tell me sweet girl.” Eager eyes searching yours.

“I.. I need your fingers.” The words leave your lips so quietly, like a fragile thread of sound, barely audible. He catches them anyway. So focused on your every move. Watching your wet lips, a sensual glint in his eyes.

“Need to hear you baby.” He teases, a small smirk fighting his lips. You’re throbbing at the nicknames. Sounding so easy off his tongue.

“Your fingers… ‘need them.” Your eyes snap close in shame, a silent surrender. Cheeks deepened in colour, prominent. Lips quivering in small unnoticed waves.

“Yeah? Where d’ya want me?” Another taunt.

“..Inside.” You hesitate. An eye peeking open at him. Waiting. Hoping he doesn’t tease you some more.

“Hnnfuck yeah ya do.” With a groan, he brings his hands further down your body. Hurried tugs of your jeans and you’re left in your underpants only. Matching black with your bra, beautiful lace patterns on the top. His greedy eyes peer down at them. Sucking in a slow breath, his fingers tremble over them. As if he’s too scared to go any further. He’s not scared though. Far from it. He trails his index and middle down your shuddering stomach, passing your belly button, down to the top of your panties. Slowly hooking them into it, he’s dragging it down, past your sweaty thighs until it falls on its own.

A hand by the bottom of your thighs, he’s trailing it up, brushing against it. You’re waiting with a bated breath. Finally reaching your mound. Softly trimmed hairs sweep against his rigid fingers. He bites back a groan. You’re just there, eyes blown, helplessly waiting for him to keep going.

He has to fight his eyes away from your pussy.

“Gonna show me where your room is?” Haggard voice. So clearly affected by you.

“Y—yeah.”

He hauls you up into him, bulging biceps, your legs wrapped around his trimmed waist, arms around his neck, your face buried into it. Heavy thuds on the ground, he’s walking slowly. Almost too slow. Certain, assured that he’s going to have you. No arguments. Just measured steps as you lift your face off of him just a tad, timidly pointing to where your room is. He gives a small pat on your ass as thanks. It ripples under his massive hand.

Toji finds your bed, lowers you onto it so delicately as if you were something so fragile. His knees digging into the sheets. Shoes off. Still fully clothed while you lay bare for him. Large hands cradling your face, stroking softly. The look he’s giving you, so loving. Blushing cheeks, slightly ajar mouth. Hot puffs of air leaving every exhale. You’re giving him an equal stare. Dazed. Scared almost. Needy. His knuckles, brushing your heated cheeks. He felt the warmth. Knows how much you want this, just as bad as he does.

He’s leisurely taking his time with you. Running his hands from your cheeks to your neck. He lingers there. Giving you a soft squeeze, testing your limits. You don’t fight back. Can’t fight back.

The orgasm you had earlier, still fogging your brain. His thumb brushes the front of your neck before he continues down. To the valley between your breasts, your belly, to your lower belly. He points an index below your belly button still touching your soft skin.

“Gonna be in there soon.” He whispers. His voice, so quiet it sounds like awe. You just stare at him, a bit confused. Head tilting a little. Slightly squinted brows. Then your eyes follow down to where his finger touches you. Blinking softly. He chuckles at your unfocused gaze. You don’t understand. Not yet.

He continues drifting his fingers down, meeting your hairs. Your hips stutter only just a bit. He marvels at the movement. So sensitive. He brings his other hand down, pushing your thighs away from each other. Revealing a soaked you. Glistening pussy on display, your clit fairly protruding out, throbbing under his devoted eyes.

“Fuck me..” He murmurs. Breath hitching at the sight of you, all wet, all for him. You try to hide from him. Head turning to the side, digging into your pillow, face tucked into your elbows. You can’t see him now. He doesn’t mind.

Toji lowers his face, lining his mouth to your pussy. Deep heavy breaths escaping his lips, fanning your clit.

“Angh!” You jolt your hips. Pressing your face closer into your elbow. He darts his low eyes at your hidden face. Blows a cold, long breath on your clit.

“Hnn!” You’re mewling, voice muffled in your arms.

“Can you look at me..please.” His voice partly whiney.

You don’t want to. Too shy, too embarrassed to let him see you like this. It was all fun and games before. But it’s becoming too real. He blows at your clit once more. A tremor running through you, your lower body mainly. Small involuntary movements. You move an arm just above your eyes, you can see him a bit. He can see you too. The dilation of your eyes, the fuzzy look of it. The heaving of your chest, just enough that your tits bounce every inhale. It’s all too much for him. He shouldn’t have asked.

Once your eyes are on his, he moves. Closer now. Just a hair away from your weeping pussy. He juts a wet tongue out, pushing past his lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, curling the muscle against your clit. The moment you feel it, you whine. Teeth pulling at your lower lip. Not over his clothes, not over your clothes. His tongue. The raw thing.

He gives another slow curl, this time staring lower. Near your opening. Sliding upwards, meeting your clit before blowing. Cold. Shuddering, you try to close your thighs, locking his head in place. He’s quicker. Grabbing below your thighs, hiking them up on his broad wide shoulders.

“You’re okay. Hm?” He assures you before continuing.

He’s way stronger than you, you couldn’t fight back if you tried. He dives in again, sucking hard all of a sudden.

Slurrrp

Your heads lulled back, the front of your neck on full display. Holding in whines, that barely leave your lips. Arms still above you.

He brings his mouth off of your clit and blows again. Another wave of cold air gliding on your pussy.

“Fuck!” You moan out. Loud. You bring an arm down, your hand finding his hair, tugging him into you. He lets you. Forcing his face into your pussy.

Sucking, slurping. Full French kisses on your pussy. Tongue jutting out before sliding between your slit, not entering you yet, just parting you. It slides from the entrance of your hole up to your clit. He waits there, sucking the aching muscle into his mouth. Hollow pink cheeks. His eyes closed in pleasure. Admiration. His crush, letting him eat her out. He’s dreamed of this.

He teases his tongue, gliding lower, circling back up to your clit then lower again. You’re shaking violently, eyes tight shut, mouth hanging open. The sounds you tried so hard to fight back leaving you so easily now.

His tongue circles your hole. Pushing in slowly.

“Toji!” You mewl out to him. He knows you’re getting close.

He hums into you. You cry out. Back lifting. He removes his wet mouth again, an inch of distance from him and your pussy. He blows. A familiar coldness on your clit. Quivering hips, bucking into the coolness. Chasing that feeling. You’re crying now. Tears rolling down your cheeks, staining the sheets.

An abrupt orgasm ripping through you, a fast build up pooling at your stomach that you couldn’t realise quickly.

You’re shaking so much now, whining so much, thighs jutting beside him. Your chest heaving vigorously, tits swaying. He doesn’t stop.

Tongue plunging back in. Bringing a rough thumb to your clit. Circling it. You attempt to run away. Hips bucking the opposite direction. He uses his free hand and grounds you. Digging you into him, the bed. You can barely move. Just violent trembles as he eats your pussy.

“Insi— hngh!”

He fucks his way inside your pussy. Tongue delving in, whilst keeping harsh circles of his thumb on your clit. Fuck it’s all too much for you. No one’s ever done this before. He’s gonna ruin anyone else for you.

Shlck shlck

Wet noises of your pussy filling the room. He’s groaning into you. Deep baritone noises buried in your cunt. Your arms are everywhere now. Gripping the sheets below, your pillow above.

“Toooo much! Ugh!” Moaning loud. Your face twisting, burying the noises into your pillow.

He’s locked you in place. Moving is so much harder now. Meaty biceps flexing at every thrum of your clit. Your juices, his saliva drooling out the corners of his lips. He’s so into it. Engrossed. Eyes still closed, just feeling you. He’s overwhelming you. Pushing your body past limits you didn’t know you had.

You’re nearly there again. But it’s slightly different this time? It feels warmer. Wetter almost? You can’t really tell but you know it’s different.

“Toji! I think— hck! It’s ouhfuck!” Your voice pitches higher and higher, need tightening it, edged with a hint of fear.

He doesn’t stop. Still tongue fucking your pussy, pushing as deep as it can go. Thumb circling against your clit, harder, faster. It’s all too much. Your back’s arched in a gracious bow, hips lifted, legs falling on and off his shoulders. Tears clogging your vision. You can’t see him. The build up coiling so perfectly you can’t hold it in.

It’s everywhere, your juices spraying out, covering his face. Squirting all over. Pink cheeks stained in wetness. His glasses, fully fogged now wet.

“That’s it baby, let go f’r me.. mhmm soo good f’r me.” Thumb under your clit, pushing it higher, letting more of your juices out. He’s kissing your shakes thighs, wet open-mouthed. Sucking slightly. Trailing the kissing up to your knees, while humming praises at you.

Your wailing, sobbing. Breathing turns uneven, your chest stuttering at every tremble. Tits following along.

He sits up on his knees, bringing a wet hand removing his stained glasses, to the hem of his shirt, lifting it in one quick tug. Then his t-shirt underneath. Unbuttoning. Top to bottom. His low eyes still fixed on your quivering state. You roll your tired head upright, facing him. Watching. Chest falling softer now.

Sculpted, taut contours of his abdomen come into view, hard, rock-like muscles that look engraved. The t-shirt falls past his arms, beefy veiny biceps, strong forearms flexing as he removes it fully. You’re in awe. You knew Toji was strong but nothing like this. Sharp deep lines of his abdomen, the ease of his movements. You can’t take your eyes off.

He lowers his hands to his belt, unraveling the thing easily. He steps off of your bed for a second. Your eyes follow him. He’s dragging his slacks down. Two hard tugs and it pools at his ankles, he steps out of it. Dark hairs littered at his lower hard stomach.

You see the meaty indent of his boxers. Bulging, thick muscle fighting against the fabric, pushing at it. It’s so big. Much bigger than you thought. It throbs under your stare.

He’s put you under a spell. You see his hands come to the top of his boxers, his thumb hooking under, disappearing into his boxers. Your gasp goes unnoticed. Lips parted, eagerly waiting to see the rest of him. His thumb pulls down, fully exposing himself. You finally see it. Angry reddish tip, nearly purple, beady clear drops of precum leaking through, falling from the head nearing the base. Thick, girthy, too long. Distended veins running up the sides, a prominent one running up the top of his shaft. Heavy hanging balls, darker than the rest of him. It’s fucking huge. Full eight inches of raw cock. Your eyes almost pop out. Fully in disbelief of that fitting inside. It can’t possibly fit.

He hauls the boxer until it falls to his feet, steps out of it and onto the bed again. Knees digging back into the sheets. A weighted dent on the bed. Pure muscle. You haven’t stopped staring at it, nearly drooling, he’s eating up your reaction. Chuckling. Body vibrating at the rumble. You’re still in a daze, he’s gripping your hips, both hands, pulling you closer so your thighs rest atop his. Feet hanging off the side. He grabs the weapon in between his legs. Gives a few slow pumps of his fist. Squeezing at the tip, moaning low. You throb at the sound, shifting a little. Fingers tightly grasping the sheets below.

He lowers it, lining it with your clit, rubbing around it, circling it. Realll slow. Pushing into it, past it til the tips catches your hairs. He grunts at the feel. Heavy breath puffing out his nose. Brows knitted. You hiccup a broken moan. Lips parted. Wet.

He rubs it further into your hairs again, biting his lower lip before bringing it to your sopping hole. Both sodden. Hot.

A slow push of his hips, he’s entering. The tip stretching your virgin hole. Plush, mushroomed. He halts. The pressure, too fucking tight. He’ll work you open. Has to. He retracts his hips, turns you over so your back is against his chest. You're both laying on your side. It feels too intimate this way. He’s hugging your body so close to his. Spooning you. Not letting you go. A hand wrapped around your waist. The other, fondling your tits.

“Gonna take you this way.” His voice rumbles in your ear, he gives a steady long stripe of his tongue against it. A throaty groan leaving him. You wiggle on him, whining. Your ass bumping his cock every few turns.

He reaches a hand down to his cock, bringing it to your hole once again. Pushing in heavily. Tip nudging further. A few inches getting in. A quarter way. He brings his free arm up, covering your neck, your teeth gnawing at his swollen bicep, his forearm. Tears springing at the edges of your eyes. Wetting your lashes again.

“Hnngh!” You whinge out. Inaudible words pouring out.

“I know baby, I know.. I know it’s too big.” He encourages you, voice rough, laced in pleasure.

Another few inches forcing their way in.

“Toji! F—fuck!”

“Shh. I’ve got you.” He reassures.

He’s easing in slow. A couple more now. Your pussy sucking him in so well. Soo good. He’s nearly at the base. He abruptly stops. The wet heat of your cunt trapping him in place. Clinging onto him. He might cum if you move. He digs his face into your hair, breathing in deep, eyes fluttering. An unhurried push of his hips and he’s all in. Burly inches of his cock stretching you so deep. Your eyes are rolled back from the feel.

It’s not that it hurts. It did. But it was that uncomfortable stretch. The fullness of his cock edging deeper. An unfamiliar feeling yet, you felt completely whole.

Fully sheathed inside you. You feel it throbbing, every rigid vein, every pulse. Pressing at your cervix. Bruising.

“Fuck, ‘got a deep cunt— nghhfuck.”

“Toji.. please— something! Do something!” You cry into his elbow. Voice muffled. It hurts. An aching sensation. You feel little throbs of his cock hitting places you’ve never reached before. Never felt before. And he’s soo deep. Way too deep.

With a husky groan, he retreats his hips back and steadily rocks into you. Long, deep strokes thumping at your cervix. Balls hammering, his strong hips flush against your ass. Rippling with every thrust. The tip of his stiff cock, gliding through you, bumping your g-spot. You feel it once. Twice. Then you're smacking at his hip, arm reaching behind you. Pleading with him to let you go. It’s too good. You can’t take it.

“Ffuck off. Hnn!” Moaning, fussing into his flexed bicep. Wet eyes. You’re urging your shaky hips away. Scrambling forward, desperate.

“You want me to fuck off?” He sneers back at you. Laughing into the spot behind your ear. Breath fanning it.

“N—no. I don’t knoww.” You weep, sniffling. Tears pouring down his forearm.

“You don’t know?” He’s snickering.

His pace quickens. Deep fast strokes, you feel it in your throat. Your gaze turns unfocused, eyes forced back. Your nose buried in his arm, hot breaths leaving your soppy lips. You’re kissing his arm. Biting. Marking him. Grounding yourself as he plummets your insides. Turning you to a putty mess. You’re gone. So far gone. He’s snaking a hand up, pinching your nipples, rolling the buds in his fingers. You’re wailing loud. Juddering.

A familiar torrid ache forming at your lower belly.

“O—oh my godhnn!” It doesn’t even settle in your belly. Wrenching out of you intensely. So incredibly. You couldn’t hold it in even if you tried. Too sensitive.

“Yeah? ‘You cumming again?” Teasing you. Low voice gone breathy.

“Nghh!” With a groan, you’re coming down. Tits bouncing, your body so very warm. He’s helping you through it. Slower strokes. Still bumping your spot. You whimper.

“Nghstopp!” Crying out, begging. A hand clutching at his, scratching. The other, clasping at the wet sheets. Smudged with the mixture of sweat and cum.

He doesn’t stop. Instead, he hauls his burly body, shifting his weight so he’s fully on top of you. His face, closer to you. Near your left ear. You’re crushed underneath him. Belly flat on the bed. He’s locking an arm around your neck once again, bringing the hand on that arm to your face, covering it. You can’t move, at all. He’s clamped your lower body in place. His other arm, steady beside you. Contorted. Tensed. His veins are more prominent like this.

Wet lashes brushing your cheeks, your mouth now muffled in his larger hand.

“Mhhhhn!” You try to kick your legs, but it can only fold at the knee. Your claves touching the back of your thighs. You can’t move your thighs. Can’t part them. His hefty body won’t allow you.

He does a lengthy grind into you. His happy trail flushed at your ass. He hasn’t pulled out the entire time, not giving you an ounce of space.

He keeps at it. Deep grinds, his tip knocking at your cervix. Pressed so heavy against it. Stretching you impossibly further.

Haggard breaths, uneven moans brush at your ear. He’s getting closer now. Hips stuttering in broken circles.

You’re completely out of it. Dumbed. Fully. Can’t think of anything but the feel of his cock so far deep in your pussy. The veins. The bumps. And god you’re so sensitive. Another quickening build up of warmth steadily rising in your stomach.

“Fuckfuckfuck—”

Another few irregular rolls of his hips and he’s cumming. White thick hot beads of cum discharging into you. He won’t stop moving. Pushing it as deep as it can go, making sure you don’t spill a drop.

You’re numb. Body limp under him. Arms flat at your sides. Eyes fully rolled back, coarse hot air puffing past your lips.

He’s grunting atop of you. Moaning low, still feeling the white hot pleasure of his cum, your pussy. Especially your pussy.

He brings an arm up, rough hands palming, rubbing your back in slow gentle movements.

“From now on, just let me teach you everything, yeah?”

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A/n: lawdfddd I need him so bad. Also this wasn’t proofread.

@toj1sleftnut <33

Don’t transcribe or translate into anything else. Thank ya <3

[precisionwise]

PUSSSYYY EATING LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO CANNOT WAIT TO READ YHIS MNNNGGGHHHHHHHHH

[llliissyyy]

PricesDaughter!Reader wanting to go shopping so of course her father sends the boys with you. (only to keep an eye out for you)

That's how Simon, Kyle and Johnny got here in front of the tenth dressing room watching you put on different dresses, pants and tops.

At the guys feet stand already two bags per person and they all look comically large on the waiting chairs but none of them are mad about that.

The curtain opens again for the second time in this shop and all three straighten up from the slouching position they were in.

You're wearing a white flowy summer dress.

Johnny has to forcefully hold himself back from dropping to his knees and worshipping you like the goddess you are.

Simon is really glad that he's wearing a mask today because he's pretty sure there is no way he's able to keep his mouth closed after seeing you in that dress.

Kyle is the first one to stand up from his "chair" (more like a little seating poof) and walks over to you feeling a little wobbly on his legs.

You're beaming at all three and give Kyle your hand when he holds his out to take. With your hand in his Kyle lifts it over your head to make you give them a little spin.

Now Simon is completely sure his mouth won't close for the next hour, day, month or maybe ever again.

You give the men a twirl letting the dress swish around your thighs and then look a little shyly at the older men that are all starring at you.

"Aaaand? Do you like it?" you look at them with a small hopeful look.

"Sweetheart, you're the prettiest lassie ever." Johnny jumps up from his seat and walks over to where you are standing.

Johnny takes your hand from Kyles and makes you twirl again.

"You should definitely get that." Kyle nods his head towards the flowy dress and you giggle while twirling.

"What do you think Simon?" a small smiles lies on your lips when you turn to his masked face.

Simon takes a few seconds to long to answer because your smile shortly drops because you think he doesn't like it.

Because he still doesn't know words, Simon nods fast and frankly to make sure you know he likes you. And the dress.

After you got a yes from all three men on the dress and on everything else you wanted to buy, you stand at the register waiting for the lady to scan all your items.

The guys stand behind you waiting and bickering who will pay this out of them. They biker so much that they don't notice you tapping your card.

They only notice that when the cashier puts down three bags in front of them and they understand that YOU PAID.

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Part 2 to this

@1natea1 @crynical-crouton @yellohsheep

[slllieeepyy]

satoru gojo is offended that you would dare let a layer of fabric come between him and your pussy

not smut, but suggestive ofc 🔞🔞

it’s a regular occurrence these days that you would stay at your boyfriends place a few nights a week.

there was somewhat of an unspoken agreement that at satoru’s lavish penthouse, undergarments were unnecessary for you.

it had become routine at this point. you’d bring it with you in your overnight bag, and only put it on when you were leaving.

you never thought too much of it. plus, underwear is uncomfortable anyway, and satoru likes having easy access. so why not just forego them?

but on this particular evening, it was a little chilly outside. you put on a pair of panties before driving over to his place, not thinking much of it.

now, you’re sitting on the couch with him, watching some movie that he’d been begging to watch with you for days.

you were tucked into his side, his hand absentmindedly drifting up your thigh, grazing under your shorts, when he suddenly froze. his hand stilled and he glanced sideways at you.

you felt those blue eyes burning into the side of your head, making you turn to look at him with one eyebrow raised.

“what.” you say, sensing that he was about to spew some bullshit.

“… you’re wearing panties.”

you blinked a few times. “yeah?”

his brows furrowed a little. not anger of course, just confusion. he thought this had become routine.

“why?”

“because it was cold out, satoru.”

“right…”

you were both quiet for a few minutes, just watching the movie. his hand resumed it’s gentle strokes on your thigh, until he finally broke the silence.

“you know you don’t have to wear those here.”

“i know.”

“but you did.”

“i know. because it’s cold. as previously stated.”

“i don’t like them.”

you sighed, rolling your eyes. “can’t you just focus on the movie? i thought you really liked it.”

“well i can’t focus now, babe.”

you glanced over at him and found him staring at you, a pout on his lips that was too childish for someone of his big age.

“why does it matter so much?”

“take them off.”

you scowled upon hearing this demand of his. who did he think he was, ordering you around?

“why?”

“please?”

you took a deep breath. the movie playing on the tv was nothing more than background noise now.

“why are you being so weird right now?” you question, because why was he getting so worked up over something so stupid?

he sighs. “i just… like to be close to you.”

“you are, satoru. you’re practically wrapped around me from the moment i step foot into your place.”

“i know. i’m sorry. let’s just finish the movie now, yeah?”

you nod, relaxing back into his side with a sigh, cuddling against him while watching the tv screen.

he only made it a few minutes before speaking again.

“could you… just take them off? maybe? please?”

you were kind of enjoying just being stubborn and defying him, but when he asked so nicely, why not?

||a/n: reader living the dream and can’t handle allat gojussy

pass the ball mf

p.s i’ve stared at the name “gojo” so much it looks wrong

[superhoeva]

tw: somno, noncon

sometimes, sleeping over at inexperienced!simon's place means waking up in the middle of the night with sticky upper thighs and a shiny cock head slicking itself between your legs. tiny grunts sound out in the dark behind where you lie, naked and half-awake, while simon's thrusts are wet with noisy squelches that resonate with his spontaneous, dead-of-night need.

you croak out a sleepy groan, unknowingly squirming your legs in a way that squeezes the thick of him just right. the man whines a pitiful sound, hips grinding until he's pushing up against your ass. an arm wraps around your front to yank you even closer.

“s-saw this on a video once,” he tells you. “didn’t think it would feel good as’is.”

"mm, si... wha–"

simon's only responses are quiet whines, balls sagging against his own thigh as he keeps fucking himself closer to his edge between yours.

you're much too warm for him to last much longer, and he doesn't–seeping out the first ropes of a thick load, only to use the mess to keep fucking himself brainless until he can't anymore.

there aren't any complaints from you when he rolls you over nice and soft, still pulsing as he kisses down your back, past your ass. gentle licks of a tongue along your inner thighs and big hands palming your ass lull your eyes back shut. simon, only after lapping you as clean as he can, dozes off with his face pressed into your right ass cheek.

(inexperienced!simon masterlist)

[llliissyyy]

PricesDaughter!Reader going to the movies with her friends which of course the guys figures that out and meet you there surprisingly.

You're standing at the ticket counter to buy the tickets while your friends are getting the snacks.

Someone taps you on your shoulder and you turn around to see Johnny smiling at you acting surprised.

"What are you doing?" you smile at the mohawk wearing man and he's blushing at the sweetness in your smile.

"We just happen to be off tonight" Johnny points somewhere behind him to show you that the guys are with him.

You wave at the two men and they both wave back even though Kyle has to give Simon a little tap to get out of his head.

Your smile lightens further before you have to turn around and tell the lady what tickets you want.

Just as you were about to pay Johnny tapped his card and smiled handsomely at you.

"For making you pay the other day" Johnny winks at you while you try to organise the tickets in your hands and try to find your friends.

"Those were my clothes. I pay for my clothes." you roll your eyes playfully at the loudest of the guys before you find your friends waving you to them.

You walk over to your friends with your back to the guys so you don't notice how Johnny waves his card to the men to make them understand that he paid.

...well at least they got you back for paying your own stuff

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@1natea1 @crynical-crouton @yellohsheep

Another part to these: one, two

[sonofamushroom]

Walk him like a dog, sis

Summary: Johnny doesn't belive your boyfriend can be a softie.

Pairing: Ghost x reader.

Warnings/tags: minors DNI, fem!reader, no use of y/n, fluff, cussing, English is not my first language.

A/N: a sweet treat for my babes;) Credits to @dynosdrawing for the amazing Ghost art! This fic was inspired by this video.

A subtle, warm aroma of spices wafted from the kitchen. Simon had been busy in the kitchen for about an hour, and your stomach rumbled impatiently in anticipation of a delicious dinner.

You lay in the dimly lit bedroom on your spacious bed, hanging upside down over the edge. Your arm was already numb from holding the phone above your head for so long, while Johnny's face blurred across the screen.

"...and it's not just the fact that he did that, but the audacity!"

"Bruh, I never liked that guy anyway."

You supported his complaining rant. It seemed you were never running out of things to talk about, but that didn't mean you agreed on everything.

"Yeah, right," Johnny chuckled sarcastically.

"Shove that tone up your ass," you protested. "I swear, Simon may look intimidating, but he's just a big teddybear inside."

FaceTime glitched for a couple of seconds, frozen with Johnny's ugliest indignant expression.

"Yer arse! Bonnie, I'm happy for ye two being in a happy relationship, but just because ye fuck 'm didnae mean I know his personality worse than ye. Our bromance lasts longer than yer dating."

"First of all, ew. Secondly, you need to delete TikTok immediately, because what is even 'bromance'?" You ran a hand through your hair, your locks tangling in the loops of your earrings. You rolled onto your stomach, vision blurring for a second as the blood rushed from your brain.

"I saw him ripping a rib oot of a man's chest and gouging oot his eye with thon very rib!" He spread his arms wide, raising his voice to deliver the simple truth: Simon Riley isn't a bad person, but he's not a softie either.

"No, that's different," you stubbornly denied.

"Yer bum's oot the windae," Soap stated, trying to make his phone stand upright on a flat surface.

Before you could respond, Simon turned down the music in the kitchen, and his footsteps sounded in the hallway. You quickly muted Soap and whispered, "Watch this!"

You managed to put down the phone with the camera pointed at you just as Samon appeared in the doorway, wiping his hands on a linen towel.

"Dinner 's ready, love, let's go."

You sat up on the bed, a loving smile shining. "Thank you, Si. Oh, I actually need your help first. Can you take my earrings off, please?"

The question didn't faze him in the least, he obediently asked, "Which one?"

"Both."

"Turn your head, my love," Ghost carefully tucked your hair behind your ear, untangling the unruly strands from the shiny rings.

"Be careful, baby," you said, even though he was. "They're expensive."

"I know they are, I bought them."

You giggled, glancing at your phone, "Good boy."

The clasp on the first earring took a little longer because Simon was being so very gentle. If he had a tail, it would have wagged wildly. When both jewelry rested in your palm, your man cupped your face in his warm palms and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

"Thank you," you giggled into the kiss.

"Dinner's gettin cold, don't make me wait," he went back to the kitchen, and you reached out for your phone. Soap sat on the other side of the screen, his expression so thoroughly disgusted that you couldn't even try to hold back your triumphant smile.

You stuck out your tongue, shoved your middle finger into the front camera, and ended the call.

[hopscotchkiss]

simon teaches inexperienced!reader how to ride him. ♡ cw age gap. all characters are 18+.

TRAINING WHEELS.

fully undressed, no training wheels left for you / i'll pull them off for you.*

(reupload from lackadaisies, this is my fic! i'm not a thief!)

Embarrassment takes root somewhere deep in your belly at the proposition, a low-grade tingle spreading up your neck and your ears. A nervous laugh—that sound Simon loves so much, though he'd never say out loud—slips past your Berrylicious ChapStick lips. You can scarcely meet his gaze, the silver of his watch glinting out of the corner of your downturned eyes in the gauzy light. Simon, on the other hand, has never had any problem laying out his needs for you in that unhurried, plain-spoken way of his, like he's been deciding on this longer than you know.

The room is spartan, tucked corners and pine furniture. All business—save for your bra hanging off the bedpost, a pack of gum spilling onto his nightstand, your little sandals kicked off by the door. Heat shimmers off the gravel lot out front, the silhouette of his truck baking in the sun visible through the half-drawn blinds. You can hear the sound of the cicadas starting up over the distant drone of a lawnmower and the neighbors dogs.

“Let's get these off, then.” Simon gestures for you to lift your hips, his hands already finding the lace trim of your panties before bundling it down, down. Your denim cut-offs had been the first to go, and now even the loss of that thin, barely-there barrier of cotton makes all the difference.

“I'm not so sure 'bout this...” Your hands instinctively fly to his broad shoulders for support, your balance teetering on the mattress as the panties bunch around one knee. His grip on your hips tightens ever so slightly, tongue probing the inside of his cheek as he tries to ignore the stirring in his groin with your heat hovering right over him. You can see the vein in his forearm, the set of his jaw.

“I'm no good,” you pout.

You swear Simon rolls his eyes, vaguely. Just enough for you to catch a flash of it beneath that heavy, half-lidded look he gets.

“All I'm hearin' are excuses, lazy girl.” He raps his fingers against your hips in an off handed rhythm, his weight shifting under you expectantly.

“It's not like that! I wanna make you feel good—real good. I just haven't done this before. I told you, Si.”

“Everyone’s gotta start somewhere. I’ll teach ya. Now go on, undo ’em.”

You know he's right, but you like your comfort zone—no chance of disappointment or embarrassing yourself. Your lips pinch together as you lower your gaze to the straining bulge in the front of his pants, the denim scratchy against your inner thighs. His silver belt buckle is worn at the edges, possibly almost as old as you.

Belt first, you hear his deep voice murmur and your fingers fumble at the clasp, your knuckles brushing against the warm flat of his stomach and flinching back like you've been burned. You can feel him watching you, patient, and it makes you clumsier. You hesitate at the button next, your breath shallow, aware of how still he's gone beneath your hands—how much restraint it's taking him to let you do this at your own pace, to not just take over and show you.

When you finally get his jeans undone, he lifts his hips just enough to shuck them down his thighs, and you try not to look at the thatch-colored hair trailing from his navel, the jut of his hipbone, the outline of him through his boxers. It's nothing you haven't seen before, but you've never had to take matters into your own hands up until now.

Simon's calloused palm is on the back of your hand, guiding it down the front of his boxers with a slow exhale, his muscles seeming to uncoil beneath you. Your painted fingernails stick out between his fingers like little jewels, your palm pressing flat against the cotton.

“Feel that?” His offhand grips the back of your hair, the prominent bridge of his nose bumping against yours before your lips touch, murmuring into your mouth. “That’s what you do to me. So go on, then—do summat about it.” He pulls his boxers down just enough, and you feel him spring free against your thigh, the sudden relief making him hiss.

You shift forward on your knees awkwardly, and he steadies you with a hand on your hip, warm and familiar. The position is strange—you hovering over him, his length pressed between your bellies, the head of his cock nudging against your softness. Your thighs tremble with the effort of holding yourself up, and you're distinctly aware that you're hardly as spry as you should be, while Simon has been the exact opposite in that department despite the years.

“Easy.” His hands settle under your ribs. “Go on. You heard me. Sit yourself down.”

His head tips back against the headboard, his voice unexpectedly hoarse as he notches himself at your entrance, and you gasp as the head of his oversized cock stretches you out.

“Now,” he says. “Nice and slow.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders. You sink down inch by inch, your breath coming in short, punched-out little gasps, and he doesn't intervene as you find your own pace. You feel the shape of him in your belly, and you're painfully aware of the way your body resists, then gives, the way his jaw tightens as you take him incrementally.

“Up—that’s it. Slow. Now, move your hips into it. No, don’t just bounce, sweetheart. You’re not a bloody jackrabbit. Roll ’em.” A small adjustment, thumbs pressing into your waist with pedagogical indifference to your whimpers as he impales you on his cock, maneuvering you along the slight curve of his cock. “Yeah. That’s it. Like that.”

Sparks shoot up the base of your spine as your clit grinds against him with each pass, palms braced against his stomach. You feel the sweaty muscle flex under your fingers in time with your hips, the wet squelch of each rise and fall making your cheeks burn, leaving a shining trail down his length before you sink back down with a gasp.

His voice remains low and even—the Lieutenant guiding instead of commanding for once. Praise is rare with Simon—only the occasional murmur of good—but the approval is there all the same.

You stop but once to huff and tell him your legs are tired, and while Simon does consider that perhaps he's spoilt you too much, you turn out to be a surprisingly quick study once you've had your fill of pouting. You're too accustomed to letting him take control, perhaps, to the point that you'll even be on top if that's what he wants.

— an: not a melanie supporter!*

[ab-grund]

what happens when you keep needy simon waiting up!

pt.2 to this ⟢

pt. 3 here ⟢

want had begun to consume him. hunger crawling over him, hunching his shoulders, biting at his gums. he wanted a fucking taste of you, your sweet skin, your sticky spit. god, fuck, anything, as long as it was you.

it didn’t help the way you’d throw your head back, giggling yourself breathless at johnny’s jokes. he couldn’t even spare the jealousy, pupils splintering at your bared, arched neck. the way your breasts heaved as you caught you breath, the way your lips cracked wide, pretty, pearly teeth out.

beneath his belt was a mess. boxers wet, stuck against his sweating flesh. his poor cock had been crying out for hours, raised up, thudding with every whoosh of his blood. it was like nothing he’d ever experienced, need trapping him in his own skin till all he could do was writhe.

but he took his chance when you disappeared into your bedroom. falling to his knees, he couldn’t fucking think straight, desperation clinging to his skin, clogging up his brain. you didn’t have time to react to his advances, his thick fingers curling around your thigh, hips shuffling until he was settled over your shoe.

“simon, get up.” you shook your head, surprised at his actions. but he didn’t listen, pressing his crying cock against you. and he humped, grinding himself down onto your shoe, your leg. it was the most pathetic thing you’d ever seen, yet it had your stomach cloying with something so utterly dangerous.

“p-please, baby,” he whimpered, jaw dropping as he pressed his mouth against the sweetness of you cunt, so close but hidden away behind the softness of your joggers. “c-can’t…. don’t make me go back out there like t-this.”

it was like something you’d never seen before, the anguish in his tone. he was so gone, so beyond saving, it was almost sad. your gut wrenched, fingers crawling over the back of his head, grabbing the short roots of his blonde hair tight. you pulled, wrenching his panting, whining mouth off you.

he stared up at you, eyes dizzy. you felt his hips as they ground down harder. his gaze was full of awe, just fucking himself at the sight of you. it was working, every grind had him dripping into his boxers, the longer he stared the closer he got. you were just so perfect, so pretty, he couldn’t help the way his brain jumbled up, balls perking up in the sparking excitement.

he was fucking up against you, so desperately. every thrust tight, rolling his stuffy cock against the denim of his jeans. the friction had him delirious, had his tongue rolling out, drooling up at you like some animal. but the sting in his spine was too strong to care, to stop himself. release pricking his skin, burning at his stomach and so he sped up, ground harder.

his tongue lolled out, so hungry for a taste of your skin. maybe you’d shove your fingers down his throat, let him gag on them, maybe you’d try and silence him with them. maybe you’d slather his tongue in your spit, forcing him to swallow it down. just the thought had him crying out, so lost in the pleasure he’d absolutely forgotten about the scottish lad sitting back in the living room.

“you’re not going to cum, simon.” your words weren’t harsh, but they had him flinching, eyes widening, nails grabbing into your flesh as you stepped away. you bent down slowly, matching his height. you were close enough to smother in his panting breath, close enough to watch the tears drip down his flushed cheeks.

“you’re going to sit out there like the good boy you are, and wait ‘til johnny leaves. if you last long enough, maybe you’ll get to finish tonight, baby.” you finished off with a press of your tongue to his lower lip, spit dripping down the pink pillow, before stepping around him and exiting.

simon was going to fucking lose it.

[lunarify]

Getting fucked by Sylus in nothing but the jewelry he dressed you in.

Your hand runs down the foggy mirror to reveal your fucked out expression—smeared makeup, lips parted while pitched cries escape you, and eyes glimmering with unshed tears.

You are decorated in nothing but Sylus's finest jewels. Sparkling rubies and diamonds adorn your collarbone and drip down your ears. Matching bracelets drape your wrists as you attempt to steady yourself against the bathroom's mirror while your precious wedding ring glitters on your clenched fists.

Sylus takes you hard and fast from behind, gripping your waist as he stretches out your wet little pussy with his cock. Your toes are just barely touching the floor as he lifts and uses your body like his own personal flesh light with ease.

"Ngh! S-Sylus!" You squeal as he presses a hand against your abdomen, feeling the shape of him inside you. Your toes curl as his tip hits the sweet spot against your gummy walls over and over. The jewelry on your body sings with every harsh thrust, blending with the sounds of your sweet moans.

"Close?" He purrs with a slight smirk. He's watching you in the mirror, noting the way your lower lip wobbles and your mascara begins to run down your cheeks.

"Yes! Please, 'm gonna come! I—ah!—'m so close," you cry. Your breasts are squeezed against the countertop. Pebbled and sensitive nipples are trapped against the cold while the rest of your body feels the inescapable heat between your thighs. It grows and grows each time his cock slips through your tight, hot walls. Arousal leaks down your thighs and onto the dark marble floors.

"Let go for me."

Your body trembles violently against the sink, pussy clenching around him, as you come undone. You lay weakly, only held up by his arms around your waist, and catch your breath.

Sylus slips out of you, still hard, but picks you up onto his hip like always. Your whimper, burying your face into his neck, as your sensitive core rubs against him.

"What about you?" You mumble into his neck.

He chuckles, striding over to the bathtub and sitting you down on the edge, "don't worry. We're not done yet."

You hum, eyes fluttering shut as your body sways. You feel his hands on your neck, tracing the curve of your necklaces before beginning to unclasp it.

Sylus removes each piece of jewelry off your body until there is only one left.

"My greatest treasure," he murmurs, taking your hand to trace the band around your finger. "My dearest wife."

A/N — oh yeah it's all over the place... I couldn't help it after I saw his new card anywho horny time is over~ comments and reblogs always appreciated! thanks for reading! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

[sleepiestkentokisser]

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X FEM!READER | roommates to lovers, smut, SOMNO, fingering, piv, DUBCON, size kink. 2k words. for my sweet @kentwos

He hears your little whimpers through the thin walls of your shared apartment, and they keep him awake at night.

You're a good roommate. You keep the place clean, and you don't ask him why he leaves for weeks and months at a time. You often "accidentally" make too much food when he's home, tentatively knocking on his door and asking him if he's hungry.

You rarely have guests over during the few weeks he's home a year, and you don't seem to mind that he spends most days at home, smoking like a chimney on the balcony and lounging on the couch watching mindless TV.

But the walls are thin.

You must not have realised he's just returned from a deployment tonight, because he hears you stumble through the living room, giggling. He hears a male voice, and he hears the way your giggles turn into moans when the mystery man kisses you.

Now he's listening to the bed creaking and your muffled whimpers.

The bloke barely lasts 10 minutes.

Simon can't sleep for the rest of the night. His back is acting up, and a migraine is definitely on its way, and his tinnitus seems worse than usual.

He listens to your quiet voices in the morning, listens to the front door open and close again.

Your feet padding across the floor.

Three knocks.

"Si?"

You peek your head in, and he looks at you.

"Hi," you say, a smile growing on your lips. "I didn't realise you were home."

"I figured," he replies, and you instantly become flustered, your eyes widening.

"Oh my god," you say, your mind catching up. He can tell the way embarrassment washes over you as you groan, putting your hand over your eyes. "Please tell me you didn't hear anything."

When he doesn't reply, you sigh loudly before stepping into his room and plopping onto his bed. Years of living together has made you overly familiar with him. He doesn't have the heart to correct it.

He doesn't want to.

"Please pretend it didn't happen," you ask, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Simon looks back at you. There's a hickey on your neck, one that makes his molars hurt. He doesn't like that someone got to have you like that, in the way he so desperately wants. Got to sink their teeth in what's rightfully his.

"You're a grown woman," he states. "You can do whatever you want."

"Yeah, but I didn't mean for you to hear it!"

You push off the bed, but Simon is quick to grab your arm, pulling you back down. You land nearly on top of him with an "oomf", blinking at him, eyes filled with confusion.

"Was it good?"

"What?"

Your mind seems to struggle to catch up with what's happening, and you open your mouth before closing it again. Simon motions to the hickey on your neck. He wraps his hands around your throat, his thumb digging into the purple mark. Your mouth falls open.

"Was he at least a good shag?"

You flush, but you don't pull away this time.

"Did you even come?" he asks, and the way you pout tells him everything he needs to know.

"No," you say hesitantly.

"Why not?"

"I don't know," you say, hiding your face in his duvet. He lets go of your throat, patting your head instead. "His dick was big, but he didn't really know what to do with it."

Your voice is slightly muffled from the duvet, and your grip is tight around the fabric. You're clearly embarrassed. If anyone should be embarrassed, it's the bloke who failed to make you finish.

Simon feels lightheaded with the way his blood rushes south. He feels himself chub, and he imagines how you'd work to take his cock, how you'd struggle to adjust. How he'd target your sweet spot till you're crying.

"I bet," he says, grabbing you again so he can pull you on top of him. He knows you're feeling his erection, but he can't bring himself to care. "Most guys barely know what to do with pretty things like you."

"What, as if you know better?"

You're teasing him, but to Simon it's all the invitation he needs. He slips his hand underneath the waistband of your shorts, grinning when he finds you wet already. He doesn't waste time, gathering your slick before bullying two fingers into your soft pussy.

He groans at the way your walls give for him, adjusting with ease. Your pretty doe eyes go wide when he curls his fingers and finds your gspot, reaching deeper than you could ever hope to with your own fingers.

"Si," you whimper, clinging to him. He hums as he thrusts his fingers into you, revelling in the sound of your wet cunt filling the room.

You come embarrassingly quick, warmth curling in your stomach as you finish with a drawn-out moan. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grind your hips erratically into his hands, drawing out your high. Pleasure curls through you from your core all the way to your toes.

"Good girl," Simon drawls, watching the way you twitch. He pulls his fingers out of your warm pussy, licking his fingers clean before patting your arse.

You blink sleepily at him. Post orgasm glow makes your brain foggy, especially with the way your roommate is looking at you, licking his lips hungrily.

"That was a way better shag than him," you say, giggling, but your eyes are droopy. You don't hear his response as you rest your head on his chest, drifting away.

You start to avoid him.

Something Simon finds incredibly annoying.

You're fussing. Definitely ruminating. Possibly spiralling.

He should've kept his cool, and not immediately finger fucked you into oblivion the second he got home. But the fact that you were with another man, just behind that thin wall between your rooms, made him lose his cool.

And now he's paying for it.

It's fair for you to hook up with others. He's barely home. He's not your boyfriend, he's your roommate. He's a soldier.

He's starting to realise he can't keep a clear head when he's with you. He doesn't want to wait. The long game isn't worth much when it comes to pretty girls like you. He'd rather just get it over with and make you realise you're stuck with him. That you're done with quick disappointing fucks once he gets to sink his teeth into you.

He goes to the pub with Soap and Gaz. It's rare for all three of them to be home at the same time, and Soap and Gaz are taking advantage, downing pints and talking away. Simon mostly listens, until his mind wanders to you.

His pretty bird, all alone at home.

He gets up without saying anything, adjusting his crotch that's already chubbing. Soap hollers after him, but he dismisses him with a wave.

He doesn't quite want to share you. Not even with Soap.

Wearing his T-shirt to bed is a particularly cruel move on your end. Simon has to bite back a groan as he climbs over your sleeping body, straddling you from behind. He grinds his dick against your panty-clad arse while he leans over you.

You're sleeping, blissfully unaware. It makes him harder, as he takes out his dick, rubbing it between your arse cheeks. You quietly moan, subconsciously pushing back against him.

He slips his cock into your panties, using your thighs to stroke him. His cockhead pokes at your clit, and he feels you start to grow wetter with each push and pull of his hips.

You let out a tiny moan in your sleep, and Simon grunts as he leans over you, trapping you underneath his weight. He licks and bites at your throat, right where the hickey is starting to fade. He wants to erase it, make you forget there's ever been anyone other than him.

You wake with a jolt when he bites down particularly hard, and he feels you tense up beneath him as your mind catches up to what's happening. You scramble, but he's pressed up so close behind you that you're immobile.

"Jus' me, love," he murmurs, and you whine, attempting to look over your shoulder. He feels you relax, but then he starts to fuck your thighs again, and you tense again, gasping at the feeling of his cock nudging your clit.

"Si?" you ask, confusion and fogginess from your sleep making you struggle to realise what's happening.

"You were wearin' my shirt, doe," he says, kissing behind your ear. He slips one of his big hands underneath your shirt, cupping your tit and squeezing till you moan. "Couldn't help myself."

"Why didn't you, ah, wake me?" you whine, arching up into him so desperately it makes him dizzy.

In a quick motion, he flips you so he can see your face. Your pretty face is puffy, your lips all pouty as you sleepily blink up at him. He slips his cock into your knickers again, watching the light fabric darken with his precum.

"Didn't wanna interrupt your beauty sleep."

That makes you scoff, and he slaps your tit in response, making you gasp in surprise. Before you can tell him off, his cock catches your entrance, head popping inside your tight cunt, and you let out a strangled moan as you squeeze down on him.

"It's too big, Si," you whine, starting to back up, but he grabs your hip tightly, pulling you back onto his cock. He presses another inch inside you, brows furrowing at just how damn snug you are. He presses soothing circles into your clit with his thumb.

"You can take it," he says, nodding at you while you shake your head. "You're a big girl."

A pitiful whimper leaves you when he presses in yet another inch, and his eyes roll back at how warm you are inside.

You're rendered speechless as he slowly pulls in and out, making you take inch after inch. It stings, but pain mixes deliciously with pleasure as he thumbs your clit and licks and kisses your throat.

"How much more?" you ask, staring at your ceiling with knitted brows. The man on top of you rumbles as he kisses your lips, licking into your mouth.

"Halfway," he replies, and your eyes widen, because he's already splitting you in two. You look down to where you're connected, and a rush of arousal hits youwhen you see how his fat cock is practically bullying your poor pussy.

Simon must feel you clench, because he laughs.

"You're doing good, baby," he says, and your concerned eyes find his, looking for reassurance.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh," he replies. Taking pity on you, he starts to fuck you like that, with only half of his cock. "My pretty baby,"

It's almost an art form. That he can fuck with half his inches and still have you writhing underneath him, whimpering each time his cock hits your sweet spot. Your cunt drools around his length, allowing him to slowly push further and further in, till you're taking him to the hilt without even realising. Too busy with your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your orgasm creeps in on you, sweeping you underneath the waves of pleasure as you choke on air. Your cunt nearly squeezes the life out of him, and he leans over you, reminding you to breathe through it as you choke on a sob. You cling to him, digging your nails into his biceps, as he slowly fucks you through it till you're boneless beneath him.

Your eyes slip closed as sleep overtakes you again. It makes him groan, getting impossibly harder as he thrusts into you the last few times before spilling into your welcoming cunt.

He flips you around so you're on top of him, your poor pussy still stuffed with his cock and cum. Content, he gets the best sleep he has in years, despite the flare-up in his hip.

He doesn't know how long he's out for, but he wakes to the sweet sound of your moans. You're straddling him, bouncing on his cock with all your might. It must be hard on you, sweet thing. You're doing so well, though, despite your pinched brows. He traces his hand over your stomach, trying to feel himself in there.

You jolt when you realise he's awake, and a giggle escapes you.

"Good mornin', love," he rasps, and you lean down to kiss him. He grabs your hips, helping you ride him.

"Hi, Si," you say, pressing your lips to his. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," he murmurs, licking into your mouth. "Don't mind being woken like this, though," he adds.

Your cunt clenches around his length, and he grunts.

"You're gonna make me come like that," he says, and you moan into his mouth.

"Want it," you gasp, raking your nails over his scalp. "Inside,"

You don't have to tell him twice. He rubs your clit in messy circles, pulling you over the edge with him as he spills into you for the second time, pumping you full. You whine, swallowing his moans with your sweet kisses, as both of you grow sensitive.

When you pull off him, it's with a wet pop, cum spilling out of you. Simon watches the sight, satisfied with his claim.

What a perfect roommate he has.

hi i started writing this last night but i fell asleep halfway through (ironic) so here you have it. i only edited it like two times so if you find any mistakes ignore itttt …. 🫪

masterlist | dividers by diviniyae

[miryum]

You were terrified of Bodyguard!Simon Riley. Your father had employed him after a death threat to your life. Your mother was a well-known politician in high places and so neither parent was going to take any chances

Bodyguard!Simon Riley walked into your mother’s office that first day and was like a behemoth to you. He was every bodyguard stereotype rolled into one – he wore all black, had a buzzcut, had muscles for his muscles, and even wore a black surgical mask. Your parents reassured you that he was the best in the business, having come from a military background and now joining a company that specialised in security called 141 Protection. But the man was staring at you

Meanwhile, Bodyguard!Simon Riley couldn’t take his eyes off you. He had never been more grateful for his mask and poker face, even though he was still worried you could see the blush on his cheeks. You were just so pretty

Bodyguard!Simon Riley never shirked from his duties (which kinda frustrated you). After you got over the initial scare factor, your privacy was the next thing to go. Whether out with friends, shopping, or even in your own home, he was always there. Definitely annoying

Bodyguard!Simon Riley hardly said a word. It was certainly unnerving and you had to get used to the clipped, gravelly responses

Bodyguard!Simon Riley was always vigilant. You didn’t notice how his eyes immediately scanned a room or how he would hover a hand on your back to place himself between the exit or street

Bodyguard!Simon Riley was extremely useful fending off paparazzi and unwanted advancements from men. He would either place his body in front of you and speak to the person in that eerily calm voice of his that brokered no room for argument, or would simply usher you away, his front pressed to your back

Eventually, however, you got used to Bodyguard!Simon Riley. The death threat didn’t follow through and Simon would carry your bags for you or listen to you gossip

Whether it was the forced proximity or not, both you and Bodyguard!Simon Riley began to catch feelings well, Simon had long caught feelings

Bodyguard!Simon Riley referred to you as “my bird” or “the missus” to his coworkers. Johnny and the lot of them thought it was hilarious and teased him relentlessly. His boss, Price, pulled him aside one day and warned him to just be careful

Bodyguard!Simon Riley knew Price was right. It was outrageous for him to dream about it, more so actively try to pursue it. Simon was a rule-following soldier through and through, yet Price never really told him to stop – the older man just discouraged it

Bodyguard!Simon Riley began to subtly change his habits. Whenever you wanted takeout, he would suggest going and sitting down at the restaurant. He would always sit across from you. And even though you had mommy’s credit card, he would pay for one or two of these “dates.” He wouldn’t correct men who asked if you two were dating and maybe he even let the surgical mask slip

Bodyguard!Simon Riley accidentally called you “the missus” in front of you. Keegan called him, asking if he could work on a Saturday. With you in the room, he replied, “nah, there’s a gala me and the missus have to attend.” It just slipped out. You froze, mortified

Bodyguard!Simon Riley tried to backpedal but he was never good with words. Eventually, he just stood there, reverting to the stiff stance he used to use whenever a commanding officer walked past. “Was that a one time thing?” you then asked. “Or do you really call me that?”

Bodyguard!Simon Riley would never lie to you. “It’s instinct at this point,” he muttered

Bodyguard!Simon Riley was sure he was about to be fired when you glanced up at him. “Well, I’m not sure about marriage yet,” you said, “but I… wouldn’t say no to a date. With you as my boyfriend?”

Bodyguard!Simon Riley had thought you were already dating, but he wasn’t going to deny you this. He nodded once, as if receiving orders, and then immediately stepped out to call Price to shove it in his face. He also called a nearby florist to schedule arrangements for the next six months

Your parents didn’t object in the slightest. They thought it was great you were dating Bodyguard!Simon Riley because now they didn’t have to pay him all the time

Bodyguard!Simon Riley just became accustomed to calling you “missus, birdie, lovie.” Like, those were your names now, thank you very much. You actually got worried whenever he called you by your real name, wondering if you were in trouble (you never were, it was just a slip of the tongue)

Bodyguard!Simon Riley eventually introduced you to his coworkers. You soon realised that none of them, other than Price who had handled the employment in the first place, knew your actual name. They just knew you as your nicknames

Bodyguard!Simon Riley had already installed the safest locks and security features in your home, but would triple check them now before “turning off” his bodyguard persona whenever alone with you

Bodyguard!Simon Riley preferred to have dates at home so he could relax. It had become instinct to be on watch with you, so whenever he could truly relax, it was a plus. Of course he still took you out, but he simply preferred at home or open spaces like a park where it was less likely someone would attack you

Bodyguard!Simon Riley liked Disney movies. They reminded him of his childhood. His favourite was Princess and the Frog. He liked Mama Odie

Bodyguard!Simon Riley was scary dog privileges personified. 10/10, truly

Bodyguard!Simon Riley continued to work for 141 Protection, though he took less jobs. He had already made a lot of money with the army and bodyguarding. He’d rather spend more time with you

Bodyguard!Simon Riley did not want any pets. You ended up with two dogs and one hypoallergenic cat. (Simon was allergic, but the cat found its favourite place was his face)

Bodyguard!Simon Riley lived in a little white townhouse with you. Eventually, he wanted to buy a house with you, but that would come later

Bodyguard!Simon Riley didn’t wear his surgical mask anymore

Bodyguard!Simon Riley who snored, but made up for it by kissing you every morning and night to remind you how much he loved you

Demon!Simon Riley part 2 will be coming soon 😤

Simon Riley taglist: @ninjahaych @asylrd @kirayamee @laceanddenim @succulambb @hmmmmmphhhhh @booboobear-12 @tessakate @miss-vanta-likes-to-write @paula-bratu @iluvoaldmen @emilyyyyyys-stuff @paradoxicalseer @nicolebarnes @igocrazyeveryday @ninebluehearts @erintaro @ihearteatingxo @hobiebrownenthusiast @bimbambum @cthesprinkle @s-a-v-a-n-a-34 @strawberrygato @luckyarrow

[summergirlxx]

.˳˳✧.⋅ॱ picnic with simon “ghost” riley x fem!reader

18+ only. fingering. sucking fingers after. praise. soft dom.

.˳˳✧.⋅ॱ word count: 1.3k

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Simon who has you flat on your back after your picnic date. Set the whole thing up when you briefly mentioned how romantic it would be to have lunch under a big tree, wind playing in your hair as you admire the peacefulness of the view around you. Almost as breathtaking as the smile that takes over your face when he guides you to the set up, admiration singing in your eyes when you squeeze him tight under your arms.

Tease him for being slightly suspicious about insisting you wear a dress and when you both settle on the blanket and Simon starts unpacking the picnic basket, the moment feels perfect. Under the biggest tree in the small field of Simon’s backyard, miles from other people because he valued his privacy.

Wind blowing your hair, makes the trees sway, soft brushing of their branches together filling your ears. Has you relaxed as Simon settles all the food he put together for you to eat. Made a cherry pie that was to die for and as you eat and talk, lay down to get comfortable, the atmosphere slowly fills with longing. Small talk drifting off when Simon settles beside you, eyes locked onto you until he leans down to capture your lips.

He hovers over you, kisses you soft and sweet as your hand combs through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. Swallow his groan and arch under his palm caressing your waist.

You buzz at the low smack of your lips together, legs clenching when Simon picks up the pace. Squeezing your ribs and nipping at your lips, makes you breath harder, nipples hardening and sending zips down your spine when the material of your dress drags along them.

Tongue dipping past your lips and dragging across your teeth, pace so fierce that you have to pull away to breathe. Mind swimming as you catch your breath and while your lips pulse and ache, Simon drags his own across your jaw and down your neck. Lightly skimming them down your shoulder enough to pull a whimper from you. Soft kisses that make you shudder and keen when his palm scraps along your thigh and under your dress.

Wind filtering under the lift of your dress around Simon’s wrist, sending goosebumps over your feverish skin. Nudges your legs wider to rub gently at your clit through your underwear with his knuckle. Traces the seam of your pussy and groans lowly at the wet spot.

“My pretty girl.” He murmurs against your temple, presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Shiver running down your spine at the caress of his voice in your ear and when Simon gently pinches around your clit you breathe a soft moan.

He leans down to press tender kisses around your chest, dully nips at the plushness of your breasts. Nose nudging at the peak of your nipple. Only tugging the fabric down when you squirm and whine with impatience.

You tense and whimper when Simon takes your nipple into his mouth, sucks harshly and laves his tongue roughly across it. Hips jerking when he digs his knuckle firmly into you. Is slow to slip his fingers under the edge of your underwear and pull the fabric to the side so he can hear you huff and dig your nails in his hair.

He lifts the edge of your dress to your stomach, coos at the slickness of your cunt and bites down on your nipple to release the feralness that builds in his chest at the sight.

You squeak, hand fisting his hair before he presses soft kisses to the sting. Simon finds your lips again when his fingers slip between your folds, collect your arousal to aid in the short, quick circles his finger makes around your clit.

You moan into his mouth, suck at his lip to hear the low grunt vibrate his chest. Pull away to watch your face as he picks up the speed of his hands, breathes into your mouth when it falls open, moans and pants warming his face as you buck your hips.

The exposure of your chest sends a zing down your spine, buzz shooting to your clit every time the wind teases at your nipple. Eyes clenched closed when Simon circles your opening, dips the tip of his finger in only to pull it back out.

“Simon.” You whine and scrape at the nape of his neck. Know it makes him shudder and do as you please when his finger fills you up. You sigh and pulse around him, groan filling his chest at the feel of how warm and tight you are around him.

“Such a good girl, baby. Here comes another one, you’re doing so well.” He coos into your hair, presses a kiss to your cheek right when he presses another finger inside and you moan at the stretch.

Pant and gasp as he works his fingers in and out, palm brushing against your clit every time he pushes in, has your hips chasing after him when he pulls out. Tits bouncing as you jerk has a groan building in his throat, makes his forehead fall to your chest just to feel the rush of your breaths.

Simon nuzzles his teeth into your nipple to feel you shudder against his lips, moaning filling his ears as he curls his fingers. Cranes his neck back to see your eyes squeeze shut, mouth fall open in a loud squeal, and your back arch. Your jerk sends your chest knocking into his mouth and he takes the unconscious request without question.

Your body burns as you melt under his touch, hips squirming as your nails find purchase in his back. Moans and whines getting louder while the hot coil in your stomach grows tenfold at the constant probe of the spot that has your toes curling.

Simon trails sloppy kisses up your neck, breathes into your ear when he feels you pulse wilding around his fingers, arousal gushing down his palm, obscene squelch’s making your face flush.

“Messy girl. Gonna cum f’me, baby? Show me how much you like my fingers buried in your cunt.” He goads, fingers working in harsh, short thrusts as he grounds his palm into your throbbing clit.

You gasp, air stuck in your lungs at the constant grind and thrust of Simon’s hand. Low moans filling the air at the hoarse whispers in your ears egging you on.

“She’s doing so good, baby. Suckin’ me in, a little filthy, but she can’t help it can she, hm?” You keen at the sarcastic tone in his voice, makes you whimper and shake your head pathetically, legs tensing closed and kicking out when he laughs coarsely in your ear.

Simon tuts softly, presses soft kisses to your temple before slipping his leg between yours to keep them open. “You know better than that.” He coos, pecks your lips when his palm crashes down on your clit harshly during this one particular thrust. Hushes you with a curl of his fingers.

Heat in your stomach turning to fire as your legs try to shut around Simons. Hand flying to grip his wrist while your back arches. Loud cries clawing up your throat, hips grinding into Simons hand that moves frantically to draw your orgasm out as long as possible.

He groans lowly. “There she is.” Head leaning down to take your nipple in his mouth and suck harshly, trapping the peak between his teeth.

Your hands claw at him, mind buzzing and fading into black before your eyes peel open, soft whimpers breathing onto Simon’s lips as he kisses you, small pulses around his fingers fading into a gentle fuzz that covers your body.

Fingers slipping out with a shudder, pulling the wet edge of your panties back over your sloppy and swollen pussy before giving it gentle pats that make gasp.

Simon brings his fingers to his mouth, eyes locked so intently on yours that you blush at the vulgar moan he lets out as he sucks his fingers clean.

“Sweeter than a cherry pie.”

[ab-grund]

loser simon who jerks off in front of you ♡

his neck goes limp, head lolling off to the side. his cheeks burn in a violent blush, a blush that crawled down over his neck, burning away at his chest. he couldn’t face you, not with the tears that welled upon his lower lash line, not with the way he mentally folded and did exactly what you asked of him, so obedient. such a good, pathetic boy.

“look at me, simon.” it wasn’t exactly a demand, but your tone was tight enough to leave no room for question, no room for disagreement. so he picked his head up slowly, watery eyes raising to find your enthralled ones.

and there you were, perched at the foot of his bed, just barely sat down between his spread legs. you weren’t even looking at his screwed face, eyes too focused on what teases you just a bit lower.

his hand, thick, chubby fingers wrapped around the thickness of his cock. you watch, grinning like a cat as he jerks himself off, wrist flicking on every upstroke, thumb scaling the flushed tip until he’s dripping down his own fingers. it’s cruel the squelch the follows every thrust, it’s shameful.

“faster than that, baby. what’re you bein’ shy for?” you’re teasing him, crawling yourself under his skin like dark ink. tainting him. it’s adorable to watch the way his eyes widen, the way his face pales at the request before flushing crimson ten shades deeper.

“mmm- ah- no, no,” he garbles, choking up on his words. you can practically see the weight of how close he is, lower belly tightening up, glistening under the layer of sweat. every once in a while he jerks, back yanking up off the bed, knees shaking and pulling towards one another. “m’not- can’t…”

“oh, but you can, and you will.” you grin, eyes shining in nothing but evilness, or that’s what he’s convinced of. but he abides, fingers tightening up ever so slightly before his bicep flexes, and his pace raises.

his hand jerks, tight, quick thrusts. they border along messy, every other stroke faltering. his hips raise up slightly, meeting himself halfway. it’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to him, yet it’s the very thing that has his achy balls drawing up, convulsing up with every passing second. they’re so full, so big between his beefy legs, all red and pretty.

“gonna- ah- gonna cum…” he trails off, gasping. you can see the way his lashes flutter, the way he fights his eyes from rolling. his swollen lips part, the soft blonde of his eyebrows knitting together as he chokes on pathetic, whimpers. crying out like you might help, though you’re the reason he’s in this state. “let me, mama, let me- fuuh- fucking cum.”

but all you do is tsk, leaning forward to pinch the pinky sack between his legs. he coughs out a whimper, feet kicking and thighs closing up in a defeaning gasp. his release wriggles away, shooting back up his spine as quickly as it was arriving, and poor boy is defeated.

[diisenchanted]

getting your nails done and asking your nail tech to put an 's' on your ring fingers, and a tiny skull design on your thumbs. you just miss simon so much when he's on deployment, and this is your way of keeping him close to you. and it's especially worth it when simon comes home early and you make quick work of dropping to your knees in front of him and tugging his cargos down. his breath catches when he finally notices your nails, his eyes zeroed into where your fingers are wrapped around his throbbing cock. "fuckin' hell," he groans, his hips jolting. the 's' on your nail stares back at him, it's him on your nail like a brand, and it looks so pretty sliding against his cock. simon lasts 4 strokes before his balls draw up and thick ropes of cum shoot out of his cock, down your fingers, and over your manicured nails. another brand <3 simon's cum over his initial <3 🥰

[juicyvirgo]

john who uses his size and height difference to keep you in your place.

whether it’s in the middle of an argument and things start getting so heated that you head for the bedroom door, but unfortunately for you he gets there before you. all he does is just stand there and stare at you with a twinkling in his eyes knowing that he was an immovable object in your life.

or when you’re both in the kitchen and you seem to be in his way instead of asking you to move like a normal person he’ll just pick you up and place you to the side without saying a single word.

and then there’s the times when you’re laying in bed together and he doesn’t want you to get up so he just rests the dead weight off his arm and leg across your body and laughs as he watches you struggle to sit up.

and you can’t forget when you’re fucking and he has you lifted in his arms as he bounces you up and down his cock. showing you his sheer strength and reminding you the kind off man he is ruthless, relentless and powerful on and off the field.

or when he has you in a mating press and he’s plowing down into you, hands clasped to the underside of your knees with his lips pressed against yours swallowing all your lewd moans and watching as the base of his cock gets creamier leave a white ring of pleasure.

and those lovely times when john would have you bent over his lap, arms folded on your back as he hold you in places and teaches you a lesson for talking to him as if you were equals. he was the man of the house and you needed to remember that as his woman. so he’d spank his hand down onto your ass cheeks as hard as he could with no mercy. the feeling of your skin burning and the gasps and shrieks coming out of your mouth, it was everything to him.

[cntloup]

"hey. you. big man."

an unknown voice calls out.

simon's caught off guard, glass of whiskey stopping just before his lips as his head snaps to find the source instinctively from his place by the bar.

"hmm?" he raises an eyebrow in curiosity when he's met by you stumbling towards him.

your hair is slightly disheveled, your makeup is smeared and your eyes are puffy. he figures you've been crying.

just observing the situation as he's used to. not ogling you.

"wanna fuck me?"

the question strikes him out of nowhere. so casual. so crass.

his eyes widen for a moment, before a frown takes over his face as he scans you from head to toe, checking if you're alright.

your words came out slurred and you were stumbling clumsily, barely making it to him. and now you're struggling to even stand on your feet.

you're absolutely shitfaced!

"wha' the fuck?" simon mumbles to himself.

"you okay?" he asks, louder this time.

"hm?" your eyes widen slightly as if you've just been shaken out of a trance.

"are you okay?"

"n-not really."

simon narrows his eyes, trying to figure out what the hell your deal is.

maybe he's gonna let it play out to see what happens.

"not interested." he finally answers before going back to his glass.

"fine. whatever." you mumble, face dropping in slight disappointment. he seemed like a man who could make you forget everything.

you stumble away, calling out to the next man you reach and repeating the question like before, so casually as if it's nothing.

simon turns to you once again, watching as you keep asking different men the same question.

are you out of your fucking mind?!

his frown deepens as he assesses the situation.

until he sees one of the men taking your hand with the nastiest smile on his face. ugliest mug he's ever seen. the man is the creepiest one among the sea of creeps filling the bar too. gritting his teeth, simon nearly hurls at the way he's looking at you.

you're clearly not in the right headspace at the moment and one of these creeps is going to take advantage of you.

and one is, by the looks of it.

the moment simon notices the creep trying to walk you out of there, he's on his feet and stomping towards you.

simon reaches for your arm, turning you towards him and releasing you from the man's grip in the process.

"we're leaving."

his voice is deep and stern as he drags you outside.

"heyyy," you whine, nearly stumbling over your own feet. "changed your mind?"

"no."

if he is not taking you away, another man will. and god knows what will happen.

simon takes you to his car, carefully guiding you to sit and placing a hand on your head so you don't hit it on the doorframe.

he gets in beside you, shutting his eyes for a moment and letting out a long sigh.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?"

he nearly shouts, his tone a mix of anger and worry.

he's clearly fuming at your stupidity, eyes burning into your soul as he awaits an answer to this whole idiotic situation.

you gaze at your lap, not daring to look him in the eye.

he turns away when no answer comes, a big huff leaving his lips as he shakes his head, still furious.

a long moment passes as he looks into the distance, trying to calm down.

"address?" he finally asks, much calmer this time. only to be met by no answer again.

he turns to you, mouth opening to ask again but the words don't come out as he notices you're passed out, head tilted to the side in a painful position, lips slightly parted and lightly snoring already.

"fuckin' hell."

so there's no way for him but to take you to his place.

you're probably gonna freak out when you wake up at a stranger's house, but it's certainly better than to let those freaks do whatever the hell was on their sick minds.

when you arrive, simon carries you inside, gently placing you on the bed and covering you with the blanket while you're still unconscious.

then he stops to think what the hell to do next.

he just has to wait until you wake up. maybe finally explain what you were doing.

he places a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water on the nightstand before leaving the room to take the couch.

he's just now realized how exhausted he is.

as much as he tries, sleep doesn't come to him. but he's used to it by now. so he just lies there, eyes shut but mind racing.

till he hears a sound coming from the room, muffled but he can still make it out to be a sob.

immediately, he's on his feet and making his way to the room.

slowly opening the door so he doesn't startle you, simon finds you still in bed, clutching the blanket and crying your heart out.

"hey..." he calls out, even surprising himself by how soft he sounds. but he can't help it. the sight of you makes his heart ache. so small and helpless. as if you're begging for something to cling onto.

you finally turn to him, looking at him with big glossy eyes, endless tears running down your face as you keep sniffling and your pouty lips wobble.

simon can't keep himself from striding over to you and taking you in his arms.

his big strong arms carefully wrap around you, his warmth surrounding you as he pulls you in and cradles your head on his chest, softly cooing "it's alright, love. let it out."

you cling onto his shirt, knuckles turning white as you hold onto him like dear life. like it's exactly what you've been waiting for. to be seen. to be cared for. even briefly and by a stranger.

simon holds you as you weep, dampening his shirt by your unending tears. but he doesn't care. and he keeps holding you, not minding for how long.

your loud sorrowful cries are the only sound filling the room. he doesn't mind. he's heard far worse.

"my life is shit," you let the words out through broken sobs, "and i have no one."

his arms tighten around you. as if to say i'm here. you have me. but he can't quite give voice to that. not yet.

it's kind. comforting. it soothes your broken heart like you've never felt before.

you slide your arms around him, hands clinging to his back as your sobs go on.

you don't know how long passes. minutes. hours.

gradually, your weeping dies down. and you find yourself still in his arms.

"my head hurts so bad." you announce, voice slightly muffled as your cheek is squished against his chest.

"got some pills."

you slowly pull away, already missing his warmth.

simon hands you the pills and the glass of water, waiting as you take it.

he sits on the edge of the bed, slowly reaching over to you as if he's afraid to scare you away. but you allow him to brush away the strands of hair stuck to your damp face.

"you remember last night?" he asks, soft yet firm.

"bits and pieces... i know the stupid stuff i did." you reply, throat growing tight as you remember the events, how you tried to drink yourself into oblivion and get fucked by a random man to forget about your life, putting yourself in that situation where horrible things could happen if he wasn't there to save you.

"right. bloody fuckin' stupid."

simon runs a hand across his face, a frustrated sigh leaving him.

his eyes find you again, softening at your sad and tired state.

"wanna get some rest?" he asks, voice dropping to that soft tone again.

you hum in response, shuffling closer to him. shyly at first. but slowly, you grow bolder as you get closer. finally, you get on his lap and cling onto him like a koala. his arms wrap around you as if it's second nature, chuckling lightly before he places a kiss on top of your head.

you don't know how to say you feel safe with him. maybe later.

simon lies on the bed with you still stuck to him and pulls the blanket over you both.

you sprawl yourself like a starfish on top of him, humming contently as he continues to hold you with such tenderness and warmth it nearly makes you cry again.

you start to speak but your voice comes out weak, throat sore from all the sobbing. but it's alright. he hears you. you pour it all out. almost tell your whole life story. and he listens. he gives deadpan replies here and there that make you chuckle while his large hands expand across your back, gently caressing in a soothing way as you speak.

you feel safe. cared for. maybe for the first time in your life.

you feel him giving you strength so you can pick up the pieces.

slowly, you feel sleep taking over you.

"stay with me?"

" 'course, love."