Max • 23

simon riley <3

[simons-angel]

hello!

my name is max! i’m 23, a libra, and non-binary (okay with any pronouns, but prefer they/he ☺️) and i’m obsessed with simon riley <3

this is a MDNI blog, you will be blocked and reported if your age isn’t listed.

there may be some dark themes but everything will come with its own trigger warnings 💕

yeah this is mainly a smut blog written by a nonbinary guy lol

[phantasm-ae]

cw: smut, cowgirl, reader is on top, simon riley x afab reader, size kink, size difference, overstimulated reader, slight mean simon riley :((

HEADCANON: Sometimes Simon is just… too much

PAIRING: Simon Riley x afab reader

You'd barely gotten two inches in before your body decided to clench tight -- resisting, trembling, overwhelmed.

And still, you whimpered softly, lip wobbling with exertion and grit before reaching for more.

Simon cursed under his breath, fingers digging the meat of your hips, holding you in place so you wouldn't sink down on his cock further. One coarse hand spanning nearly your entire side, a stark reminder of just how big he was. How much there was left of him to take.

"Bloody fuckin’ hell," he muttered, low and wrecked. “So tight, baby.”

You nodded against his chest, dazed, desperate, trying to rock your hips to take more of him in -- but Simon stilled you with a growl.

“None of that, sweetheart.” His voice rasped near your ear, warm breath cutting through the sweat-slick heat. “You’re already struggling, and we’ve barely started.”

Your fingers curled into his shoulders, nails biting into scarred skin. He was being careful -- so fucking careful -- but your body didn’t want careful. It wanted full. You wanted him. All of him.

But he wasn’t having it.

You whimpered, clinging to his shoulders, trying to ease a little bit of the friction. Sinking down on him all of a sudden that you both gasped at overwhelming sensation. “But I— I want it all.”

“And I’ll give it to you,” he said, gaze dark, tone like gravel and stormclouds, teeth gritting at the plushy cushion of your pussy on his cock. The walls of your cunt tracing every vein of his dick with fervor. “But if you keep fucking pushing -- ”

He pulled you down another inch with a brutal grip, and your mouth fell open, a silent moan caught in your throat. Paralyzed and made cockdumb as you were speared on his cock.

“ -- you’ll tear, baby. And I’ll stop.”

“No -- please -- don’t stop,” you practically begged, nails digging into the broad plane of his chest. “Don’t -- ”

His thumb found your jaw, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. They burned through the black smear of his mask, like smoke over fire. The sight of your eyes glossed with arousal and absolutely wanton making him quirk his lip up in both amusement and smugness.

“Then behave. Let me take care of you.”

And slowly -- achingly -- he started rocking his hips, coaxing your body to yield around him inch by inch. You swore you could feel every vein, every pulse, the sheer weight of him pressing against everything inside you.

He whispered low between your breaths. Toying and encouraging. Unable to do anything but whimper and whine with every whisper or murmur of praise that slipped past his lips unto the heat of your skin. “There you go. Attagirl.”

You felt stretched, wrecked, cherished. And still, not full. Not yet.

“You think you can take me just like that?” he asked, tone somewhere between pity and pride. “Two inches in and you’re already fuckin’ trembling.”

You whimpered, forehead pressed to his neck. “Simon, please--”

“Please what?” he asked, the edge in his voice cutting and sharp.

You tried to answer but couldn’t form the words. Couldn’t decide if you were begging him to go slower, or if you were begging him to ruin you.

He slid his hand from your side to your lower belly, spreading his fingers like he could feel himself through your skin. His rough palm meeting quivering swell of your abdomen. Your taut and soft skin bulging every time he thrusted just a little bit up.

“Look at that,” he murmured, voice gone soft and tender. “You’re already stretched tight as a fuckin’ drum. Can feel me in you right there.”

He pushed just a little more in, just enough to feel your breath hitch, to hear the soft, gasping sob you tried to swallow down.

“That’s it,” he growled, dragging his mouth along the curve of your jaw. “Let me hear it. No more acting tough.”

“I -- I can take it,” you breathed, voice shaking, lips parting around a moan as your walls spasmed again. The weighty tip of his cock hitting something so deep inside of you that you swore you go cross-eyed for a second.

His grip on your hips tightened, bruising now. Possessive. Like he had to keep you still or you’d burn yourself out trying.

“If you want it all,” he said, voice low and dark and almost gentle, “you’ll take it slowly. Understood?”

You could only give the barest nod. A hiccuping sob falling out of you as you tried to respond.

“Say it,” he commanded, cock twitching inside you at the effort it took you to obey. One hand grabbing your jaw and shaking it so you could focus.

“…I’ll take it slowly,” you whispered, shame and hunger thick in your throat.

He rewarded you with another inch.

Your whole body arched, your thighs shaking, and Simon shushed you, kissed your temple like it was love -- not torment -- making you cry like this.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl.”

His free hand trailed from your jaw to the back of your neck, not harsh, but firm -- controlling -- fingers threaded into the damp hair at your nape almost like a scruff.

“You’ll get every fucking inch,” he growled, guiding your hips to roll just a little again -- smirking at you as you gasped. The muscling motion of his cock bullying its way farther, just enough for him to push deeper inside your sopping pussy to make you feel the stretch anew. Your breath caught again, your back arching like a bow.

"But you’ll earn it. Slowly. Or I’ll pull out, and we start from the beginning."

“N-no,” you gasped, the threat of losing the fullness already inside you worse than the ache it caused. Already pleading and asinine on his dick.

“That’s what I thought,” Simon breathed, and pressed a kiss just below your ear -- soft, infuriatingly sweet. A cruel contrast to the way he pushed another inch into you, letting you stretch and struggle around him, walls fluttering helplessly.

You felt everything. The burn. The pressure. The impossible fullness.

“Can’t -- can’t breathe -- ” you choked out, but your hips were still trying to sink lower, driven by instinct, by need, by the desperate ache to be his -- all the way.

“Shhh,” he soothed, hand stroking your spine now. “You’re doin’ so well, lovie. That pretty cunt’s trying so hard to take me. So fuckin’ brave.”

You whimpered again at the praise, high and needy. Your body was strung tight like wire, vibrating under the strain of want -- of pressure, of fullness, of the unfamiliar ache that bordered on unbearable. You didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure anymore. Just knew it was him. That he was inside you -- that Simon was inside you -- and there was still more to go.

Still more of Simon to take.

It felt like he’d carved out space where there had been none before, making room in your body with every slow inch -- leaving nothing untouched, nothing unloved. Every breath was a promise, every sob a silent hymn.

You clung to him like that, face buried in the curve of his throat, mouthing something like please, like more, like yes with every broken inhale. He smelled like smoke and salt and skin. Familiar. Possessive. Sanctified.

Your perfect perfect Simon

Built like something forged from war and worship. A body meant to ruin, a soul meant to cradle. The only man who could split you open so thoroughly, so devastatingly, and still hold you like you were something fragile and precious.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” he murmured, voice low and delicate, thumb brushing your lower belly again -- right where the pressure was deepest. “Right fucking here. Like your body’s tryna hold me inside forever.”

You shivered in his lap, thighs trembling. Every nerve felt lit with fire. Your pussy fluttered around him again, a helpless little squeeze that made him curse under his breath.

“Christ,” he hissed, rutting just a little deeper without meaning to, and your mouth opened on a silent scream. “You feel that? That’s me. All of me.”

“Simon--” you gasped, voice high and ruined. “I--don’t stop--please, don’t stop--”

“Not gonna stop,” he growled, mouth dragging along your temple. “Not ‘til you take all of me. Every last inch. You asked for this, didn’t you?”

You nodded desperately, tears catching on your lashes--not from sorrow, but from the sheer intensity of it. The sacred ache of being filled too full, too deep, too much. The stretch that felt like breaking. The ache and spasm that felt like worship.

“I’ll split you open,” he warned, voice gone dark and low and hushed again. “But you’ll love every second of it.”

And you would.

Because there was no fear in the way he held you. No violence in the way he stayed still, let you breathe, let you tremble. Just adulation and praise. Just ruin made gentle. A slow claiming carved in sweat and softness.

You tilted your hips, desperate for more friction now, some kind of movement to ground the heat spiraling through you, but he only pulled you tighter. Anchored you.

"Not yet," he murmured. “Not ‘til you stop shaking.”

“I’ll never stop,” you whispered, voice splintered but honest, “not if you’re still inside me.”

He exhaled a quiet, broken laugh. Pressed his mouth to your temple like a man sealing something sacred.

“Then I guess I’ll never leave.”

And when he finally moved -- when his hips rolled up and your bodies met with that wet, aching slide -- it wasn’t just fucking.

So fucking good. So good but so so full and paralyzing.

But....

.... you let it happen. Let yourself be undone beneath him. Shattered. Remade.

Because if Simon Riley was going to break you, it was only so he could stay inside every part of you that split.

Forever.

drabbles

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[tobeholyistobeempty-deactivated]

hey so since i’m in the season of ovulation here is degrading simon riley feeding my size kink. i’m not ok send regrets. 18+

“beggin little whore f’me. not so smart now that i’ve got your brain leakin outta your cunt.”

——-

yeah. you’ve pushed it. simple as that.

and god, you knew better. you really did. but some might say you’re a sucker for punishment. others might say you’re a masochist.

you think it’s probably a bit of both, when it comes to simon.

maybe it’s because he’s a big mean brute. emotionless. big ol wall of mass and muscle. tough bloke like him don’t feel a thing, yeah? at least in your mind. makes it easy to needle - easy to poke and prod and toss little jabs about his eyes or mask or whatever slivered sign of life he might be displaying that day.

he’s contractually obligated not to kill you, might you add. that brings a level of safety you got comfortable with.

but what you didn’t get comfortable with — what you couldn’t possibly ever get comfortable with, is the size of him in your fucking guts. the growl of him in your ear. the clutch of him around your throat.

even big dead-eyed men like simon have a limit. and by the grace of god, you’d found it. the bottom of this particular mine shaft, if you will—

“y’alright down there?” his voice is slick. fuckin slick with glee. a first for him, you’re sure. “still with me, sweet’eart?”

you can practically feel the smirk barring those teeth to your neck. you try to toss something smart assed back, something to keep it goin, but he’s got your wrists pinned behind your back and his cock stretchin your walls in a way that screams he shouldn’t even be able to fit — yet you’re clenching around him like you’d die without it.

all that comes outta you is a moan.

and he laughs. bastard. fuckin filthy rasp right against your ear. “tha’s what i thought. mm. s’what i fucken wanted.”

your eyes roll. he’s so deep your hips hurt. he presses a palm between your shoulder blades to pin you harder to the floor of his barracks. all that pent up aggressions got you leakin down your thighs. pathetic. humiliating. delicious.

“tha’s it. fucken stunned now, yeah?” he thrusts deeper. free hand smacking your ass til it stings. “always mouthin off. startin shit—fuck—y’knew what this was. you’ve always known what’d it take t’shut you up.”

you hiccup when he hits your gspot. over and over. so goddamn good it hurts. “fuck—fuck you—“

“yeah. y’are.” his hips jerk, hissing against the back of your neck. “feelin every inch of me, aren’t you? go on. fuckin tell me how i feel. wanna hear y’say it.”

you bite your tongue. squeeze your eyes shut. he fucks deeper. harder.

“say it.” another smack to your ass.

“big—“ you gasp, choking on it. “fucking—huge—“

he growls like you’ve fed him. “tha’s right. eight inches buried so deep in your tight little cunt y’forgot how to lie.”

youve never heard him talk like this and all you can do is whimper - the airs gone thin. every inhale is like sandpaper scratching at your throat. every thrust is like being punched open. and when every sound you make comes out as something pathetic you know you’ve lost.

you twist your head to try and adjust for reprieve but he fists your hair to still you. “y’wanna tell me again you can’t take it? huh? wanna tell me m’too big?”

he is. he totally is. but it’s delicious pain. makes your eyes water and your walls flutter. something about you can’t help but egg him on.

“s-shut up—“

he slams forward. breath cuts sharp against your neck. “wrong answer.”

you jolt. cry out. the heat is a wildfire across your skin. “s-si-mon—“

“try again.” he breathes, curling his fingers from your hair to your jaw. “or i’ll just keep pushin till y’feel it in your fuckin spine.”

he makes good on the promise with a bruising thrust. you wail with it. vision blurring blue. “fuck! fuck i wanted this—but you’re so—you’re too—fuck please—“

and it’s that last little word. the syllables that slip past your teeth presenting pleas on a silver platter, that make him moan. fucking moan.

“oh yeah. shit. now we’re gettin somewhere.” he exhales with it, shifting just to drag at your walls and angle deeper. “beggin little whore f’me. not so smart now that i’ve got your brain leakin outta your cunt.”

you long to tell him to shut up, fuck off, goto hell — any other circumstances you might have. but the first fuck with simon riley after months of pushing and prodding ain’t one to be won. you’ll be lucky to walk tomorrow. the monster can only be poked so many times before it wakes with vengeance.

[shinoko-oshi]

Simon, tits or ass question

Simon never understood the whole ass or tits debate.

It was the kind of question that got tossed around by the younger recruits, the loud, cocky ones who acted like they’d never touched a woman—probably hadn’t—let alone knew where to find a clit. He’d hear it in the barracks, in the gym, during downtime on base, always the same brainless conversation.

And every damn time, his mind went straight to you. His fiancée.

Sure, Simon liked your ass. Liked the way it felt in his hands, the way he could squeeze it in public just to hear you scold him, swatting his arm and hissing about other people being around—like he gave a shit. He liked resting his head on it, treating it like a pillow when you laid on your stomach, liked feeling it press up against him in the middle of the night when you shifted in your sleep.

But he also liked your tits.

Liked watching them bounce when you ran on the treadmill in that little sports bra and shorts. Liked sinking his face into them after long, brutal days, letting himself get lost in your warmth. Liked sneaking up behind you while you got ready, pressing his hands over them just to hear you sigh, half-exasperated, half-amused.

But then there were your eyes.

Simon fucking loved your eyes. Loved that he could stare into them whenever he wanted because you were his and that meant he had that privilege. Loved the way you squinted when the sun was too bright, how you’d complain about it getting in your face while he just stood there, mesmerized by how it made your irises glow. He got grumpy whenever you wore sunglasses. Not that he’d admit it, because it meant he couldn’t see them, just his own damn reflection staring back at him.

And your hair. Jesus.

Then there was your hair—your sweet-smelling hair that he could sit for hours just breathing in. He loved the way it felt against his skin, whether it was soft, loose or styled with care. Loved when you let him play with it, even if he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing half the time. And when you slept, he didn’t mind if it ended up in his face, didn’t care if it tickled or got in the way. he’d just bury himself deeper, content in the warmth of you.

Then there were your legs.

Simon liked them no matter what. He liked the slight prickle when your hair started growing back, liked running his hands up and down your thighs just to feel the texture. But he also liked when you let him shave them, taking his time, careful and precise, making sure not to nick you. Didn’t matter if they were smooth, stubbled, or fully grown out—he just liked you.

Your hands. Your belly. Your arms. Your face. Every part of you.

So no, Simon never really understood the whole ass or tits question. It was too small, too simple.

Because he didn’t just like your ass or your tits.

He liked you.

[simons-angel]

ik ive been inactive yall sorry i started school and it’s taken up all my time. but dont worry, simon still lives in my head rent free

[astrwww]

༉‧₊˚. Simon Riley breeding reader cw// ᴍᴅɴɪ, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampies

𐙚 Simon Riley who bullies his big raw cock into your poor cunt that is trying to accomodate to his thick cock. Your little bundle of nerves all swollen and sensitive as his thick fingers pinch and pull on it so he can watch in amusement as your pretty face twists in pleasure

His rugged face stretching in a smug smirk as he rubs tight circles on your clit after pulling on it relentlessly as he taunts you

"yer gonna cum f'me again, dovie? Hm?"

His fat cock was covered in your juices, he leaned down and captured your pink lips in a rough kiss, teeth and tongue clashing together. He broke the kiss, a string of saliva connects you both together as he presses his forehead against yours

His hips continuosly snap in a ruthless rhythm as he feels you grip his cock like a vice. a deep grunt resonating within his throat as his hips stuttered and he filled you up as you came around him,

Your hips lifting into him as his warm cum makes home deep in your sweet cunt. He groaned satisfied against your ear,

"feel that swee'heart? My cum deep in your sweet womb, breeding yer sweet cunt. Gonna get ya pregnant with my kid dovie"

he groans smugly as his thick fingers left light marks on your plump hips as he pulled out his cock leaving your sloppy cunt satisfied and filled to the brim.

@sidollie

[simons-angel]

i just know that simon riley has drunk called johnny before talking about how much he loves you, his partner and got a lil teary eyed at the thought of how wonderful you’ve been to him. i also know that simon riley only trusts two people enough to show those kinds of emotions: you and johnny <3

[empresskylo]

simon riley who comes across as all big and scary, but once you get to know him, he’s a big softie. he’s always telling stupid jokes. he’s extremely loyal to his teammates. always makes sure you’re okay. he will tease you but always super playfully. so you assume this is going to crossover into the bedroom. well, it doesn’t. when simon first kisses you, its slow and sensual, and he’s pushing you against the wall, his hands greedily exploring your body, groping your chest. you almost lose your breath, caught completely off guard, not expecting how hasty and lustful he is. he’s kissing your neck and pulling at your shirt, rolling his hips against yours. you’re not opposed, but you never thought the first kiss you shared with him would lead to hooking up. but it does… your face buried in the mattress, one of his hands pulling at your hair, the other tightly on your hip, slamming into you, “already fucked out, love?” he teases. you can barely respond, resorting to groans and grunts. “fuckin’ hell, s’goddamn tight. gonna let me fill ya up?” and ofc you do. you let him do whatever he wants. let him call you names and say the filthiest things to you. you’ll be littered in bruises the next day. your lips are swollen, your body sore. but afterwords, when it’s all done, he’s so sweet, a completely different man, holding you close, stroking your hair. <3

[simons-angel]

simon riley likes epic the musical. can’t explain further.

he doesn’t have a favorite character but has a favorite saga and it’s the wisdom saga. i don’t make the rules okay

pls someone tell me im not the only one part of both of these fandoms

[angelicangelz]

husband!ghost x wife!reader

NSFW- mdni- because this was requested!

You knew your husband had quite the history. Obviously he was in the military, a lieutenant nonetheless. Something he swore he’d do until he’d die- most likely out on the field.

He never meant to settle down. He was voted least likely to ever have a life outside the 141. So him telling the force he was getting married was a bigger shock to them than anything they’d experienced out.

He knew from the second he saw you that you’d change him. That he had to change to even get you to be near him. You were nothing if not an his perfect angel. He couldn’t ruin you like he had the others.

So you had never seen that wild, feral side of him. He had always been quite gentle and loving when it came to you. Flowers, holding hands, opening car doors. He got you everything you wanted.

He made love to you, had sex with you. But never did he really fuck you. Not like he used to anyways. You were his angel! His perfect angel didn’t want to be destroyed! Right?

“Want you to fuck me Si” you whisper breathlessly into his ear, and Simon feels the blood rush straight to his cock. “Fuck me like you used to”

Yes, he was surprised. But who was he to deny you? His angel! Only if you were a little more careful with what you wish for!

His touches quickly turned to gropes, squeezing your tits and waist and thighs and ripping your panties off instead of taking the time to slide them down your legs. There’s no time to take off your shirt and unclip your bra! He simply pulls your shirt up and lets your tits spill out of the cups.

The protection he was usually fond of? Forgotten. His fingers slip between your folds as if he had no time to spare. One, two, then three fingers plunging into your wet hole as his thumb rubs quick circles over your clit.

You feel a haze of pleasure well within you. Simon acted so quick, there was no time to adjust or even think. You mindlessly whine when he pulls his fingers out, and nearly choke when he shoves them into your mouth to taste yourself.

“Doin’ so well for me birdie”. “Ya like that? A good girl being treated like the true slut she is?”

You’re embarrassed at how wet it gets you. Your dear husband had never dared to speak to you like this. And though you enjoyed the praise, this was a whole different kind of hot all over.

You can’t even answer him before he shoves his fat cock inside you, his tip hitting your cervix. All you could do was whine and moan and drool around his fingers.

He comes before you do, something unusual but for some reason it only made everything more pleasing. His hot seed spills into you, and he comes so hard and so much it drips past his cock right back out of your pussy. Without warning you come too, back arching off the bed and toes curling.

You always loved your husband. But right now you were convinced you had found some new form of it. And all you could think of was the things you’d lure him into doing to you next.

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[67fanfictionreadersinyourcloset]

the way i could just imagine being simon’s little thing so easily..

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the way you pitter patter behind him so meekly. you, being fresh out of the shower, hair still damp only wearing a pair of panties and simon’s absolutely massive shirt. small bare feet quietly slapping against the floor as you follow behind him silently.

you’ve been quiet tonight. that’s why you’ve settled for only following simon around while he does small things. you don’t wanna be a nuisance. you already feel really guilty for asking simon to come pick you up in his way back to his house from a grueling mission.

you know the mission was rough and you know simon is exhausted and irritated but you just couldn’t help but wanna see your favorite person in the whole entire world after being stripped of him for a whole month and 3 days!

after hearing your lack of yap, he turns around and you quickly stop when he does and clutch your clasped hands to your chest, preparing to get your feelings hurt.

simon only sighs when he sees the expression on your face, and it’s your surprise when he just picks you up gently and starts whispering about how you’re his sweet precious girl. you’ve always been his favorite. you’re the only thing he’s ever known about love.

that night, you both slept good. in simon’s perfectly cold room, planted in his massive bed (cause he big ahh) with you two just holding each-other intimately and peppering kisses all over each others faces.

he’d never admit it, but the thought of you being anxious of him shattered his cold heart. it made him feel like his father. he’ll make sure you’re never afraid around him again. he’s gonna make sure of that.

[skyrigel]

Possessive!Simon is one thing, but you ? You’re crazy about him. When it comes to him, you go all feral like a hissy cat pawing at their steak, he's your meat ! And Simon—so oblivious, so utterly devoted, he doesn’t even notice the hungry eyes trailing over him. All black gear, a half-masked, mysterious, broad shoulders and puffed out chest —of course birds and bats, all are salivating over him.

It boils your blood, ofcourse your man is hot, but eyes on him. Fuck no. You claim.

You tangle yourself around him, arms locking behind his neck, rising on your toes, dragging desperate, searing kisses along his jaw, his cheek, the edge of his mask. Grinding into him and ecstacy reveling because Simon gets all flushed under you.

None of these eyes can do that. Only you.

And then, without shame or hesitation, you yank the mask down, baring his lips just for you, claiming his starved mouth. The way he moans, all taken back your lips hot with slick and need for possession. Your fingers curl tight, nails scraping sharply on his nape as your body presses flush to his. Call it pathetic, call it insane, call it what you want but you will have him. A silent dare, a wordless mine.

Simon exhales rough and low, hands gripping your waist, grounding you—but not stopping you. Then, very effortlessly he lifts you, dragging you so close, his voice thick with heat as he mutters, "Always yours.”

Like he’s reminding you. Like he’s making damn sure you never forget who he belongs you.

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[simons-angel]

im sorry, 5k likes and 100 followers?! tysm!!! to celebrate here’s whatever this is

Simon Riley who has loved dogs since early childhood, raised multiple inside and outside the military and knows everything there is to know about them, but he doesn’t know a damn thing about cats.

simon who hasn’t dealt with cats ever in his life until he met you. whether you have one cat or multiple, he learns the feeding schedule and constantly checks the water.

simon who watches cat documentaries in his own time and makes mental notes and cross references by observing your lil fur baby/babies

simon who is afraid to hold your cat but when you put her in his arms, he/she immediately gets comfy and starts purring, and he feels very relieved at that

simon riley who understands that cats have trust issues who gets excited but can’t do anything about it when your cat lays in his lap for the first time, so he just contains it until the cat moves off of him, not able to stop smiling about it

simon riley who learns something new about cats everyday and tries to make sure he always buys the right litter, food, snacks and toys

simon riley who thinks you can play fetch with cats like you can with dogs so the first time he plays with your cat, he throws the toy across the room expectantly. he frowns when the cat just stares at him and then starts licking itself

simon riley who can’t imagine his life without cats at this point. he’s learned so much about them that it’s just become part of him

simon riley who never thought he’d be a cat person, but here he is, helping you raise yours <3

wrote this with my cat in my lap <3

[circe69]

the daddy issues you didn’t know you had were definitely showing through whenever you were around simon. he’d say things like,

“you say yes sir, y’understand me?”

“watch your fucking tone when you talk to me, puppy.”

“sit down, hush up, and listen to me, sweet girl.”

“who the fuck d’you think you’re talking to, lovie?”

“good girls do what they’re fucking told.”

he’ll kneel in front of you to massage your feet after a long day of work, working his way up your legs while praising you. “these strong calves, my big girl s’working so hard.”

and don’t even get me started on where he grabs you to get your attention. his hand is constantly grabbing the side of your hip, even hovering right above the globe of your ass sometimes.

if the two of you are in a crowded room, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and rest his palm over your tit, squeezing softly every time you look up at him.

and in bed? bitch, he’s using a fucking chain. a sweet little collar with a heart on it attached to a few silver links that he’ll tug when you’re being bad.

“just look at’cha, panting like a fuckin’ dog. you like being treated like a dog, baby?”

every tug around your neck was an instant shock straight to your clit as you took his cock from the back, your cheek smushed into tear soaked sheets.

he’d swat your ass if you were being a brat, “quit your crying n’come already.”

and every time you squirted around his cock, spraying the base of him and his heavy sack, he’d say something like, “wow, would’ya look at that, she can do tricks,” as he feels your walls pulsing around him. “fuckkkkk, do another one, speak bitch.”

you could barely function after your nth orgasm of the night, but you knew too well what would happen if you didn’t do what he said. “yes-mmph- yes sir.”

and the aftercare? he’s as sweet as pie, caring for his precious lover who’s taken him so well. he’ll wrap you up in his warm arms and peck every inch of your face, “did so well for me, y’know that?” *peck* “m’very proud of you, sweetheart.”

this is shit but whatever love you guys bai!

[simons-angel]

thinking about gamer bf!simon who definitely rages when he’s alone. but when you’re around him while he’s gaming, he’s much more quiet. rather than yell and cuss the game out left and right, he mutters some swear words under his breath.

gamer bf!simon who pulls you into his lap and leans back on the couch or chair and relaxes so that you can be comfy on him while you watch him play his games. hell, he’s so calm you could nap on him. it’s happened a time or two

gamer bf!simon who plays all hours of the night, but stops the moment you reach for him or ask him to come to bed

gamer bf!simon who will gladly teach you anything you wanna know about any of his games, he’ll even show you how to play per your request

gamerbf!simon who buys you your own controller(s) in your favorite colors so that you can play together <3

[simons-angel]

omg 500 likes what 😭🫶🏻 tytyty

[simons-angel]

everyone talks about mask kink simon, but what about simon who *hates* wearing his mask during spicy time. he needs time feel your hands in his hair, freedom to mark your neck and chest and shoulders without the fabric of his balaclava in the way. he needs it in order to get off, and he needs to feel every inch of you he possibly can otherwise he’s just frustrated. simon riley doesn’t let people in easily, and he’s not letting anything happen to you, his absolute treasure, and he’ll spend as much of his time as he can marking you and fucking you like an animal, all the while being grateful he has you. he never wanted anyone else, only you, the only person who gets to see him unmasked physically and emotionally <3