It’s far too early. For the both of you honestly, the sun is peaking through the window of the bathroom, a damp fog covering the backyard. You managed to convince Simon to take an early morning bath in the tub thats truly too small for the both of you. He obliged with a grumble and stretching his tired back. But it’s like when ever you get in his close vicinity, ducking your head down till the soapy water is prickling against the curls at your nape.
Eyes watching every little movement from your boyfriend as he stretches out, his beefy biceps and forearms flexing unconsciously. Broad sculpted shoulders and build filling the small space, thighs wide as to make room for you. Every tattoo that trails his skin, from the gunshot wind on his hip under the water, another on his shoulder, covered by a large arm piece. Higher, the scar that trails from the front of his neck to his ear, another scaling the side of his cheek, one across his hooked nose, right above his eyebrow—
His muddy brown eyes catch yours, enchanting you, Simon taking a pull of his cigarette as the ends of his lips threaten to curl upward, “You’re staring.”
“I’m not.” You scuff, pressing your back into the end of tub, eyes flicking else where- anywhere. Meekly stealing another glance just to get caught again, heat rising underneath your skin. Simon shift you, just enough your feet are on his chest, the tobacco burning red, making more smoke fill the steamy air.
“What’d’you want? Y’look like y’want t’ask somethin.”
“… I don’t want anythin.”
“Quit the bullshit kitten.”
It’s no hiding it, no use in hiding. But you can’t exactly tell your Lieutenant boyfriend just to spontaneously take off work to goof off with you, can you? You bite the inside of your lip, running your hands through the water to create little waves. Your silence is enough, putting out the cigarette in the ashtray near by, water splashing as Simon comes closer to you, hovering over you, his hand goes to the back of your neck. Lifting your head up, thumb running across your jawline, “Should I decide for you?”
He asks you like he hasn’t already made up his mind, glint in your mocha brown eyes shining, your heart pounding out your chest, he’s already giving you small nod with the silence as a confirmation, soft lips meeting yours, crooning, “Good answer swee’art.”
It feels sinful being so loud in the morning, your whimpers and moans echoing in the bathroom from as Simon works his way inside your tight and glossy pussy. Crown of his dick splitting you wider with every shallow thrust getting deeper and deeper till-
“Oh my god!” You’re gasping for air, head thrown back as you clutch the end of the tub for real life. His meaty length is stuffed to the brim inside you, telling every vein as his cock massages your walls. His grip is strong on the back of your knees, swinging his hips into yours, letting out a groan as he watches the weeping tip press right out of your belly, grazing your cervix.
Your legs tremble, hiccuping, “Shit- mmph- I-I feel so full Si!”
“‘F course you do,” he snickers, his fat fingers grazing your tummy and pressing down at the his cock that’s bulging out, earning moans from the both of you, “Right where ‘m meant t’ be, huh baby?”
Your mouth is stuck in to shape of an ‘o’, both set or lips drooling as Simon rams himself in you. Watching the way your eyes rolls to the back of your back everytime he angles his hips so perfectly into your sticky sweet spots, almost hitting your head against the tile of the bathroom wall at how good you feel.
“Can’t believe this slutty pussy’s taken me so well in the mornin. Should have you makin this stupid fuckin face- hnngh- every. Fuckin. Day.” His words match every single of his mean thrusts.
You let out a ragged whine, trying to find some relief by pushing yourself into the wall but Simon only snickers, sinking his cock deeper in your snug depths, “Where ‘re you runnin off to?” He dips into the water, spreading your swollen folds wider with his thumb, dipping his thumb inside to his knuckle.
You yelp out, clawing at his shoulders, “Simon- angh! Simooon!”
“Shit- hck- Greedy fuckin thing, ‘s like your cunt only wants, more and more,” he sweetly purrs, stokes getting faster as he swiveled his hips into yours. Smirking down at you as he holds you tight, “and more.” You can feel the fucking bath water starting to slosh inside you as it splashes onto the floor with every thrust.
“Fuck- ‘s too much- aah- too much!” You mewl, shaking hands going down his chest to his dark happy trail. But you don’t have the strength to push him, your hips only sluttily bucking forward to meet his.
Simons saliva coated canines show more and more, lifting you to see how his dick disappears inside your pussy, the way you keep clenching and sputtering around him, “But look at how she’s suckin me in, doll. Fuckin cunny achin for me, poor thing.” He condescendingly coos.he shudders, “Lucky Daddy knows juuust how t’ take care of it.”
He spits down on your cunt, loud thwacks filling the bathroom, thumb rubbing your inner lining while he gives you harsh stroke after stroke.
You don’t even know you were keening, an ‘imcumminimcummingimcumm-’ till you felt the wetness of your own juices against Simons stomach, white cream coating Simon’s stiff dick. Your eyes are damp, the way Simons still rutting into your used cunt till his cum is filling your pretty pussy. Slipping out of you while his cum still spurts into the now dirty bath water.
The older man looks down at you, length still throbbing even though he’s cum once. His dark and gazed over eyes glance at the clock, then to you, who’s more than delirious, trembling and still whimpering like hes still inside your gaping hole, pressed against the bathroom tile. He lifts you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, his dick pricking your thigh. “Still gotta go t’ tha bloody place, fuck.” He grumbles like it’s a curse, because it is. Who wouldn’t want to spend the day wrapped in your arms just like this with their lover. He let’s out a breath, stepping out of the bathtub and back to the bedroom. His rough had trails your spine, leaving soft kisses from your shoulder to your jaw, then giving you a filthy and wet kiss.
He presses his forehead to yours, “Think you could help me cum one more time lovie?”
meanie!simon & his lil impatient girl. huffs and puffs at him when its time to wake up, hugging her blankie to her face, which turns into him pushing her face into it while he's ramming into her 2 correct that lil attitude.
meanie!simon and his girl, who doesnt like breakfast salty, so he keeps that ungodly nutella around his flat so she can slatter that shit on some croissants. wiping her face clean when it gets everywhere, and callin' her a dumb little girl for getting it on the tippy top of her nose.
meanie!simon who sighs, but ties her shoelaces anyway because she's too lazy and kind of likes ignoring them, livin on da edge, yanno? when simon says he's getting too old to be bending down to tie her shoelace, she just sticks her tongue out at him. which gets her pinned against the wall and his tongue down her throat. (All according to plan)
Everytime he’s about to cum, you feel the twitch of his cockhead in the depths of you, practically aching to feel his load fill your velvety walls— Simon pulls out. Slapping his heavy length against the globes of your perfect ass, taking the two fingers he’s have stuffed in your perfect puckered hole all night out and easing his cock inside your ass.
You whine, slapping his shoulder as he bottoms out, heavy balls flush agasint you, his thumb rubbing your weaping cunt, “Hck- Nooo! Simon no! Inside- mmm- want it inside!”
Simon scuffs only giving your ass a harsh smack in response, holding your legs together over his tattooed shoulder, his hips snapping into yours so ridiculously good you can’t help but moan as he drills into your asshole, “Christ, you greedy fuckin thing, should I not cum in you at all? Hah- cum all over your pussy-“
“—Si I- mmmph- I wanna feel it.” You whine, shaky hands gripping his scared biceps.
“Think you can feel me just fuckin fine, fuckin squeezin the life out ‘f me ‘ere.” He grunts, you’re second hole clings to him to dear life. So perfectly fitted around his thick and heavy dick. Clenching everytime he even gets halfway inside your second hole. The ends of Simons lips curve up so devilishly, fingers coming down on your pulsing bud so hard.
Your back arches off the bed, mouth agape, “Oh fuck!”
He lets the pads of his fingers run through your puffy folds, “Can give you exactly what you want kitty,” his lips kiss your knee, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, his mahogany brown eyes meet yours, “Be a good slut for me, say it.”
You hiccup, biting your lip as Simon picks up the pace of his thrusts, flicking yout at your sopping cunt that keeps fluttering, drooling so perfectly to be filled with Simons cum. You keen, “Wanna- aangh- wanna be your cum dump Si, please, shit- please!”
Simon groans, bending down and folding you in half, the sweet sound of skin slapping agasint each other bouncing off the walls, his heavy, cum filled balls slapping agasint your ass. “Desperate fuckin cunny baby” he kisses you, that smirk being felt agasint your mouth.
He snickers, “Can’t always get what you want.”
He slips his tongue down your throat, rolling his hips so beautifully while his hand pinching your swollen clit. Your walls spasm around nothing, cumming with a whine and trembling bottom lip, yout puckered hole practically drawing Simons dick in deeper. He lets out a breathy groan, shuddering as he fills your tight ass with his cum. Pulling out and slipping the tip of his veiny lenth that spills rope after rope of milky white cum into your pulsing cunt.
You mewl in response, so cum drunk you can’t even think, makes your toes curl in satisfaction. Simon shakes his head, panting, “So damn easy kitten, fucked out over a lit’le bit ‘f cum. pathetic.”
And he pulls it out, yout mixed fluids dripping down his cock and onto the mattress. He flips you over without a second thought, spreading your second set of cheeks to see his cum oozing out of both of your gaping holes. Groaning in delight, “Bloody ‘ell, perfect just like this baby.”
He gives your globes a squeeze, pushing your face into the mattress, licking his lips, “Now let me clean it out for you.”
a/n: I have mixed feelings about this.negative ones.
Just reader who goes around yapping Simon’s head off.
cw: 18+ mdni, dad bf!Simon, fluff.
Since the sleep left your tired eyes, and the first bite of Simons breakfast filled your mouth. You had something to say, not critiquing— over complimenting the simple breakfast sandwich. How his muscles flexed while washing dishes, what you planned on doing today.
“Yeah, ‘nd what’s that?” He’s more than amused, because he knows even when you give him an answer, you’ll end up taking about something else. Following him around the house while he does certain tasks that you unconsciously help with, to fixing the vintage truck that always needs something fixed in the extended garage.
He’ll slide from under the car on that roller thing, hand gently wraping around your ankle.
“Pass me that screwdriver swee’art.”
And you do, obident and smiling, coming closer because the 70s rock music is loud and you want him to hear you. Caught by the bell though, your phones ringing, the one that’s just set for your parents. And you quickly scramble up, grabbing your phone and continuing the call in the house.
When you come back though, you sit on the stool by the workbench. Staring out into the yard, quiet as a mouse. Hands fincking with the stray tools.
Simon comes from under the car, eyebrow cocked, “Bad talk?”
“No, no!” You shrug, laughing it off, “I thought I’d give you a break from the earful I’ve been giving you.”
An earful? it’s something Simon wouldn’t even notice, you fill the space Simons been dying for. A space he couldn’t fill as a kid with how silence was always expected to not piss his father off. You, you darling you, take up what Simon lacks.
He comes up from the car, wiping his hands with the spare rag from his back pocket, inching towards you. “But you haven’t finished yet, talking about the thing- what was it? The girl, in the movie and the dresses.”
Your eyes are twinkling at his words- encouragement, acknowledgment. The ends of your lips curve upward as he towers over you. You lightly giggle, “With the taxi and the scenery and the people.” A smirk appears on his scared face, a low chuckle escapes him. The blondes brown eyes trace all over you, remembering every line, every detail. He lifts your chin with his fingers. Kissing you once, twice. Another, for good measure.
“Just me Dovie. No pressure from your old man, right?”
You nod, heart pounding and chills rolling down your arms.
He turns without a second thought, back to working on the car. “Go on then.”
And you do, because he loves to hear your voice.
a/n: this has been done a hundred times I’m sure. But this and this post and a blunt. Meanie!Simon when he’s soft with you>>
cw: 18+ mdni, smut but fluffy, c0ck warming, ořál (m receiving), mástúrbatïon, faúxcêst, tipsy!Dad bf!Simon, Simon calls you ‘kid’ ‘kitten’
Just like, tipsy!Simon who’s been more than excited to get home to his kid after being stuck drinking with the entire squad. Didn’t even mean to get like this, but somewhere along the way he had one more drink, then another, and another. Enough to have Soap take him home and help him out the car. The door to the house slams shut, making you jump in bed. You curse, immediately putting out the joint in the ash tray and scrambinh out of bed and down the steps.
Simons there, fumbling with taking off his shoes and leaning against the wall, his eyes finally find you, and he smiles.
“Awww, therrre she is, pretty girl.” He slurs, immediately taking you in when you get to the bottom step, in one of his shirts going to your mid thighs. So beautiful, so sexy. He cups your face when he gets to you. “God you’re cute, y’ know that, yer perfect kid.”
“Thanks,” you grumble into his chest, heat rising under your cheeks, “You smell like beer.”
“Yeahhh,” he cups your face, plating kissing all over your skin, “Dad’s been out with allll the blokes you could think ‘f t’night Kitty.”
He hums, copper eyes searching your pretty face, pads of his thumbs widening your slightly hooded eyes, “You smokin?”
“Si-“
“-Is bad for you kid, told you ‘bout out shit like that, yeah?”
“You smoke!” You giggle, watching as he stumbles away from you and to the couch. He waves you off, grumbling something incoherent as he plops down on the cushions with a huff. You heart the click of his belt, “It’s other things t’ do than smoke kitten, let me show you.”
He has you on your knees, in between his legs, your hands taking out his soft cock. You roll your hand up and down his length, smacking the tip against your tongue. But it’s not growing, you can’t help the end of your lips twitching upward, “You’re gettin old, old man.”
Simon flicks your forehead with his finger, shifting so he spreads wider then taking your chin in his hands. “Then keep it warm till it gets there kid, won’t be a bloody issue, will it?”
That’s not so easy, even on a good day, Simon is big. Always has to remind you to breath through your nose every time you take him in your mouth. His hand in your hair, slowly easing you down, he hissed, “Watch your teeth.”
You take him deep, opening your mouth wider, till you gag, Simon brushes your hair back, sweet, calm, “Don’t have t’ take ol ‘f it if you can’t.”
You nod, but you itch to hear it, so eager, burn to hear him say how good you are. The tip of his cock brushes against your tight throat, he rasped, “Fuck baby, think you can get it hard like this?”
You hum, vibrations sending chills all over him. You swirl your tongue around his cock, bobbing you head up and down. Your eyes watering as you take him, “Tha’s a good girl, kid, taking my cock so well.”
Heat polls in between you thighs, you gripping his knees and sucking him in harder, tongue gliding against the bein of his curved cock then letting it go with a ‘pop’ that bounces off the walls.
“Look at that, huh” he says, voice rougher, rubbing his now leaking cockhead against your full bottom lip, “All hard now. Still think ‘M old kitten?”
You shake your head, panting, spit at the corner of your mouth. And he smacks his hard length against your face, “Shit, make your Dad come kid.” He groans when your lips wrap around his cock again, relaxing your throat so you can take him to the base, your nose settled in his pubic hairs, slurping from the base to the top faster than before.
Simon watches the way you wiggle on the floor, nipples peaking through his shirt. He takes your hand, taking his fingers in his mouth and sucking till they’re wet. “Go and rub your cunt kitten, know you’re achin down there.”
You moan around him, taking your drenched fingers and stuffing them in your underwear. Simon watches every move, the way your eyes roll back when you start to rub your pulsing clit. “Shiiit you’re perfect kid, look at you, you’re soaked down there.”
Simon grunts, gripping your hair and slowly thrusting into your mouth, meeting you as you hollow your mouth tighter, so fucking warm around him, You rub your chubby pussy fast, mewling and moaning, tears streaming down your face. you feel Simon twitch at the back of your throat.
“Shit kitten, fuck-“ and his cums at the back of your throat, making you gag, unable to breathe. Simon pinches your nostrils together right as you cum, cum filling your nose and gushing in your underwear. You choke as you push yourself away, a deep chuckle in your ears as you catch your breath.
“You’re so- hck- fuck- yer so mean Daddy.”
“Can’t help m’self swee’art.” He chuckles, lifting you off the floor and into his lap. He licks up the cum dripping down your messy chin.
And you feel it, his cock against your waist, still hard and pulsing.
“Shit doll, think you can ride your old man to sleep?”
a/n: last Simon fic of the year, thank you guys so much for everything!!!
or: Simon Riley loves you. So you would love him back.
cw: 4.1k words, 18+ MDNI, dark content, meanie!simon/harddom, p in v, established relationship, unprotected sex, dâddy! k!nk, possessive!obsessive!simon, toxic behavior, jealous!simon, biting, mánhándlǐng, chôking, dacryphilia, prónebone, dumbification, squírtïng, sùb/Dòm dynamics, he’s sweet (if you tilt your head).
a/n: inspo songs: Angel by massive Attack, Please Babe & Witchy by Kaytranada. I don’t condone this behavior. Well, the fvcking part, I do condone.
Simon doesn’t recall the exact moment he became so- so utterly infatuated with you.
Sometime when you started coming over on your own accord, making his house your own, and he didn’t mind it. No, no he wasn’t used to it but he didn’t mind if you were the one entering his space.
You were gratifying.
Despite the wall you had tried to put up.
Still gave him that gorgeous smile as bright as the sun, that immensely captivating look in your eyes when you wanted him in the depths of you, that loud laugh he couldn’t get enough of— the quick glance away when he’d managed to get the apple of your cheeks warm, flustered and shy. The little conversations that could get a real chuckle from him. Or just when you stared at him like the only person on earth with your chin in your hand, as if looking into his soul because behind it all you knew the truth.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, nothing.” You’d hum, couldn't help but smirk that hid as you let your finger brush your bottom lip, as if you’d found some unknown secret within him, found a Diamond in the rough.
You were an Angel that saw home for what he was. And even if you had fallen, Simon would give you wings and make you his God.
The man couldn’t get enough of you, didn’t want to let you go, not even if you told him it was over.
Simon is good at getting what he wants when he wants it, letting you think you think you’d be able to run off on your own without him ready to grab you by the nape and straighten you out— soon you fell into his hands like putty.
Adorable thing, didn’t even know what hit you.
Neither did he.
Simon knew exactly how alluring you were, the way you enchanted him he saw your crying in a bar— even with tears rolling down your face, your mascara and eyeshadow slightly smudged and your long lashes clumped together, you were the definition of bewitching.
So much so, Gaz and Soap didn’t believe the blonde when he told them he was dating you. Not that you weren’t his type, far from it, just— from the picture he’d shown them with you in that tight dress at some day party, smizing at the camera with a large group of friend— you were outgoing while Simon was not.
They’d figured you were more interested in Simon than he was into you, with a string of curses, they made it to the club you frequented.
There was an eruption of cheers as soon as the doors to the building opened. Not to them of course, but the DJ playing good music with every spin.
Club filled with people, drinking, and dancing. Smoke and sweat in the air, strobe lights revealing the almost hypnotized crowd in the dim space, mesmerized by the music. You could see everyone from the dance floor from where they stood at the balcony near the bars overhead, dancing their heart out to the music in the packed room. You could almost feel the electricity in the air, the loud bass running through your bones.
“Fuckin hell, ye sure she’s ’ere?” Soap yelled over the music.
“Maybe this isn’t the right place,” Gaz quips in return. But Simon, annoyed, quickly points down to you.
It’s not hard to spot you out, the man has your silhouette engrained in his brain, from the exuberant amount of times seeing you tip toe from out of bed and to the closet in only a pair of underwear. Knew the way your back fell into his touch when he hugged you from behind. You were there, center of the dance floor dancing with a couple girls you knew, bombshell curls a perfect mess with a few strands stuck to your damp forehead, winding your hips and grinding to the music.
Even then, you were mesmerising the way your back arches, hips moving in fluid motion in those dangerously low jeans, eyes low from the lit joint in your hand, tipsily singing along to the music. You always had a good time dancing your heart out for the night wherever you were. Makes anyone around you itch to have that same feeling, even for a little while. So people would flock around you, trying to get a grasp of that energy.
A people magnet.
“Is she gonna come up ‘ere? Thought you were introducin us Simon?” Johnny teases, knudging him with his elbow.
“When she’s ready.”
Simon didn’t intend on interrupting your night, not just to show you off. Just to show you were real. That you and him were real. He’d known you take a break for another shot at some point.
He saw it, the exact moment you put your charm to work. The slow flutter of your long lashes, leaning against the bar so you could hear the fellow in the crowded room, letting them know you were paying attention to them, but leaving enough space between you and the stranger— enough room for him to really take you in without trying to make a move. The way the lace cropped shirt hugged your chest, areolas for show only if someone was close enough, the tattoos scattered underneath the material. Rings on your fingers, large hoops in your ears, your gorgeous face in the bars light.
He didn’t know if you were doing it on purpose or not, alluring them just with your eyes alone, makeup slightly smudged— just as the day Simon met you. It made his heart beat just thinking about it.
But if you were able to so- so hypnotic towards a random stranger you’d only known for 5 minutes since you’d been at the bar ordering a drink for yourself- to Simon— Who’s to say you wouldn’t entice someone else? Have the whole horde of people in this club at your feet ready and waiting for a chance with you. Bewitching them without lifting a finger.
And with a quick look around, you did.
It was like a piece of meat in a sea full of hungry sharks. The being that you were had them following like a trail of blood. A small smile and a hair flip had any person who had eyes, weak in the knees.
It was almost laughable— no it was laughable, this situation was. Had the brute of the man letting out a snicker that didn’t reach his brown eyes as he took a sip of whiskey. John saw it, the quick shift that happened in the time Riley had been watching you across the bar, the full change in demeanor as his eyes stayed glued to you.
Like a hungry hyena, willing to do anything for its prey. Fight off hell to drag you off alone. A crocodile watching from a distance—
“Simon.” And it almost snapped him out of the trance he was in. A hurricane of emotion: jealousy, possessiveness, irritation—
“You alright?” John asks.
No. Not really.
Ah, this was love. Wasn’t it?
The damned feeling John was talking about? Wanting to have you to himself and only himself? Wanting to have that breathtaking smile, your eyes looking towards him, only thinking about him, loving him, trusting him, needing him—
His, his, his.
You were the center of everything for Simon. Plopped yourself smack dab in the middle and didn’t realize it. Maybe a little higher than God, how many times had he memorized every inch of your body? What you loved and hated? What made you twitch and ache for more? Give your cunt the orgasms it needed, not what you wanted, give you what your body’s been dying for. Make sure your perfect mind was always at ease, give you whatever you wanted, whenever you needed it.
Only Ghost could give you that.
Only Simon could love you like that.
God, it made chills roll down his arms. Love, you had to be the embodiment of it. And he’d have you for the rest of his days. Until you both left this earth.
So why the bloody hell would anything think to be near you right now? Why would think to look at you to try to get close to you?
Even the way your eyes shined like the stars when the bartender just told you that he was there, that big genuine smile you could only give your boyfriend— you made your way through the crowd, fully buzzing. Heat growing all over your skin.
“What are you doing here?” You giggled over the music, immediately going to hug Simon. His arms wrap around your waist, closing the gap between the two of you.
“Wanted to see you, these blokes wanted to see you too.” And nods towards the three military men.
You go to shake each of their hands, “Well Gaz ‘nd Soap? Is it? Look like they’re supposed t’ be here. Price? ‘Nd you Si- this is not your scene.”
And John scuffs, the man’s been ready to go home, “Definitely not. No hate to you love.”
You shrug, “You’re good.” You lean into Simon, nuzzling your head into his shoulder. So much more at ease in his arms, you meeting his mates at the back of your mind, inhaling his cologne, “Fuuuck you smell soooo good.” 
You’re sickeningly cute like this, needy, itching for his attention, he nibbles at your ear, chuckling, “You’re drunk.”
You look up at him, ends of your painted lips curving up, making motion with your hand, “Just a little.”
Simon wishes he could just keep his eyes on you, let his eyes wander once more, but he can feel the man you so quickly dismissed without a second thought burning holes into him.
It’s enough to give him a deadly look you don’t even notice, to scare the stranger off completely, one that the rest of the 141 know all too well.
Looks that a centimeter off, from killing him and anyone else that might’ve looked at you wrong.
Not tonight.
Maybe he’d make it out with a broken rib. Or two, maybe a broken nose with it-
He hums, lifting your chin in his hand, “I’m sure your friends are lookin for you kitten, you should go have fun.”
Your bottom lip pokes out, god damn it, “You don’t wanna see me?”
“Course I wanted to see you,” his hand slides lower, taking the globe of your ass and squeezing, “dyin to see you baby. But the nights young, can’t hold you up right? Your friends’ll yell at me again.”
Your eyes lower, “Can’t take the heat?” Your finger trails from his stomach, slow, up his broad chest, big brown eyes looking up at him.
Little minx, such a little fucking minx, “Later.”
Trust, there will be a later. He’s itching to drown in you. Make you scream and your back arch off the bed.
It’s a quick kiss, a slap to the ass to get you moving, “Go. Have fun kid.”
You feel warm all over, giggling and the silly feeling that engulfs your heart. You brush your fingers against his as you walk away, a God giving Adam new life with a near touch, that look of wanting stuck on your face giving a polite goodbye to the rest of the military men before getting lost in the crowd.
“She’s a beaut,” Kyle sighs, leaning on the bar.
Simon nods, “Course she is.”
“Then why do ye look bloody mental now that she’s gone? Lass couldn’t’ve have done anythin wrong the time she was ‘ere.” Johnny raises an eyebrow.
That’s right, you didn’t— you wouldn’t. Not his precious girl.
It’s the leering eyes that pisses the blonde brute off. The thought that someone else would want to have you. Hell, Simon knows they’ll be people like that everywhere. He cracks his neck, downing whatever was left in his glass. His eyes are fixed on the guy who talked to you.
“I don’t condone it.” John finally speaks, shaking his head. Like he already knows what’s on Simons mind.
“It’ll just be seven minutes.”
John shakes his head again, but gives him a firm pat on the shoulder.
“Just seven.”
Like he needed the go ahead, the blonde was already on his feet.
It was a little talk, that was all. Swear it.
An Icarus can never fly too close to the sun after all.
┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈
You managed to get home around three am. Heals thrown somewhere in the entrance as you slid off your jacket with a huff. You’d been back later but you heard from a friend of a friend about an incident outside the club in the alley way.
Someone needed to be taken to the hospital after a fight.
Some fight it was, there was blood splatter on one side the brick wall and the pavement of the building when you passed by with your friends. Someone got hurt, and the other person— not so much.
You gasp when notice Simon. Sat right in the dimly lit kitchen facing the front door, elbows resting on his knees, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.
You slap a hand over your pounding heart, taking a shallow breath out, “I didn’t realize you were there.”
He only leans back in the chair, legs spread, eyes locked onto you.
“Come ‘ere.”
And the blonde watches, every hesitant step you take, the way your hips switch unconsciously that’d make any man’s jaw drop, till you’re in arms length, pulling you close by your waist. “God, you gorgeous thing, so fucking sexy you don’t even try.” He says, but he’s not talking to you. Just aloud. Letting his hands run up and down the sides of your hips, to the two globes of your ass then to your lower back. Your eyes flicker down to the back of his over worked hands, tattoos painted black and grey to-
Bruised red knuckles, slightly busted open.
You swallow, shaky hands resting on his shoulder.
“Do you even realize what you do to me, hm? What you do to all the other people around you?” He scowls, finally looks up at you, tilting his head. His eyes search you like you can’t comprehend the question and he laughs to himself. Mocking. Silly girl, doesn’t even know
You feel your stomach flip, “Did I- did I make you- to that guy—“
“—Never swee’art. Would never be your fault. Never.” His voice sharp as nails. Giving your waist a squeeze, he kisses your wrist. “Just- have to remind a few muppets of there fuckin place. Cunts never know any better when it comes to you lovie. ‘S like they lose their brains.” He grumbles the last bit, resting his head on your bare stomach. He kisses your bare skin, once, twice then finally stands. Taking a drag of the bitter cigarette before putting it in the ash tray sat on the kitchen table.
His large muscular figure towers over you, cupping your face in his rough hands, his ink covered arms flex with every movement. You can feel it, the growing bulge in his unzipped pants poking your stomach as he honed in on you.
“You know your safe word right?”
You gulp, a nod following it.
“Words.”
“Yes sir.”
He lets out a breath, thumbing your cheeks, his voice husky, so enchanting— “Just let me be rough with you, yeah? Need you.”
A crocodile, wading in the water. waiting for its prey juuuust to get close enough—
“Okay.”
How good. How obedient.
You can almost hear the jaws clamp so tightly as you’re dragged into the deep end of the water.
Simon doesn’t waste anytime getting you into his bed, pushing your head down into the plush pillows, plump ass perched high in the air so he can ram his thick two digits inside your oozing hole.
“Greedy fuckin pussy, barely fuckin touched you and your soakin my fingers ‘ere,” he grunts, watching the way your hips quiver and shake, pumping his fingers mercilessly.
“Simo- Simon!” You keen.
“Cute,” he drags his wet fingers out, “It’s reeaaaally cute when you call me that,” the blonde lazily circles his digits slowly around the outline of your folds.
But you know better.
“Daddy,” you moan so sweetly, eyes fluttering shut when he sinks knuckle deep back into you. You claw at the bed, hips bucking against his hand for more, more, more as he opens you up. He drawls, a smirk dancing on his lips, “Little fuckin slut huh, you that needy for my cock baby?”
You hiccup, eyes looking for him, his hand still pressing your head into the mattress. But he sees you, trust and believe he sees you, as if his mahogany colored eyes have left you for a second. Unable to look away from the way your lips parted letting out ‘ah’s and ‘ooh’ as he curled his fingers inside you. “I need you Daddy, I need you.”
It’s exactly what he’s been dying to hear, only took a little finger fucking. Words going immediately to his pulsing length. Simon yanks you over to him with a grunt, like a starved man, let his tongue dip in with his fingers. His tongue lap up whatever and whatever dropped out of you. “My precious girl, missed ‘er so much.” His voice raspy from your essence down his throat, he swallows, flicking his tongue through your pussy till that feeling has grown to the hilt in your lower abdomen.
You keen, “Fuck, shi- I’m gonna cum!”
“Yeaaah she’s missed me too.” He hums, eating you right through your orgasm feeling exactly when your greedy walls suck and pull in his digits. Your weak limbs and cunt can barely keep up, you reach behind you but he only intertwines your fingers, pinning your hand to the bed as he gives your pussy filthy French kisses.
“Wait- I- aangh- I just-“
“—Who gives a shit?” He cuts you off with a pant, lips glossed with your cum, he licks his lips savoring the taste before you feel a harsh smack right on your pulsing bud that makes you let out an obscene gasp, “You can cum again.”
You gnaw at your bottom lip with your teeth, groaning at how he flattens his tongue. Swirling the pink organ from the very back to the front and over again. Nibbling and biting down your perfect inner thighs enough to leave a mark. The man lifts you up, smothering his face in your sloppy pussy with a ‘mmph’. His tongue thrusts deep inside you, flicking and slurping your hole, pulling away with a smack then diving back in, brushing against your g-spot.
“Si- oh shit!” You cry out, toppling over as your legs shake.
“That’s it, pretty fuckin girl.” He raggedly coos, eyes low and pupils dilated as he watched your hole clench and sputter out with every pulse you feel inside you.
Simon lays you on your back like a rag doll, smacking his leaking fat mushroom tip against your sore clit, smearing pre on your pussy. He stuffs you till the brim, widened tip brushing right against your cervix.
He’s so thick and big, you can feel the veins of him thump, thump, thumping inside you.
“Jesus- hah- so biiiig. Why are you sooo big?” You ask deliriously.
The older man watches your every move, the way you squirm and throw your head back into the pillows in pleasure, biting your lip to try to contain yourself. It does you no good though, tears rolling down your face as you fall apart uncontrollably.
Simon hisses at the feel, huffing, “Fuckin pathetic, can’t even think when my cocks in you, can you?”
You gurgle out a moan, clawing at his back as he fucks in you you. He pressed into your deeper, frantic ly jackhammering into your elastic like walls that took every bit of him. “You like this shit don’t you? like getting all messy while I fuck you.”He lifts your legs higher, all the way to your shoulders and presses his weight into you, his pudgy stomach and happy trail pressed right where you can feel his cock buldging, only making you scream out.
“Shut up, me ‘nd your cunts trying t’ talk, fuckin hell.” He wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing for you to shut up and listen. It’s filthy the way he’s fucking you, the way the bed creaks with every deep thrust, the way your fucking creaming his cock, a ring formed at the bottom of his length. You can’t breathe properly, feeling every sensation he’s giving you because it’s all you can think about, all you can wrap your head around.
Simons let’s go of your neck, making you gasp for air, the sound of his breeder balls smacking against your cunt. You feel the pit in your stomach tighten. You smack at his beefy arms but he only digs into you ever so rudely,
“No, no, nooo kitten, you take it. Show me you’re all mine.”
“Angh- oh my gooood, Daddy!”
Before you can even answer you let out a blood curdling scream, back arching high against the mattress as you gush around him— no it’s different- way different— squirting all over Simons chest and the bed. It’s harsh with no warning. Orgasm hitting you like a brick wall.
Simon snickers, licking up your neck as you shake and wither, leaving little bruises up and down your skin, “Fuckin markin me baby, such a messy fuckin cunny.”
He pecks your lips, lifting your chin, “Only I can do this too you huh kid, got you making this sexy face?”
You weakly nod, so damn adorable, letting out a little ‘mmm-hmm’.’
“I’m sorry,” you squeak out softly, mind so hazy.
“Sorry? What for?” Simon kisses your neck, hands kneading, trailing down your body.
“Made…. Made a mess.”
Simon brushes your curls back, getting those tired eyes on him, “Not a mess doll, doing so perfect, all for me, love that about you.” He presses your foreheads together, guiding you to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
“You with me? Hm? You ready t’ tap out.”
You use all your strength to squeeze his arms, “I’m with you.”
He hums, “That’s my good girl.” He flips you over on your stomach, your legs sprawled out on the bed. His hand goes down your spine, letting out a breath, “Dont gotta think at all Kitty. Just feel.” rutting his hardened dick inbetween your ass cheeks, then slowly eases himself inside your cunt.
Simon huff, swiveling his hips so perfectly into your sweet spots. Your mouth agape and the moans caught in yout throat as he slams into you, tears glossing your eyes once more. You sucked in a breath, “S sho much!” you sob out, clenching the tear stained sheets.
“ ‘S sho much,’ ” he mocks, snickering, “But she’s been beggin t’be fucked juuust like this love. Can’t go without it.” The older man snakes a hand from behind around your neck. He squeezes just enough to get your eyes rolling into your skull, pussy squeezing him for what he’s worth. His tip kisses against your cervix, sloshing and squelching every time his hips come and meet yours.
“I love you kitten, all mine, fuck- hng- always gonna be all mine.” He bites into your shoulder once more, lifting your chin, rocking into you with ruthless thrusts. His heavy balls smack against your ass, clap, clap, clap filling the air everytime he bottoms out, You could only let out moans and horse babbles, saliva dripping down your already messy face, “Daddy I- nngh- ah! I love-“
His lips curve up, even fucked out like this, stupid and only thinking of him- thinking your your chubby pussy— you still wanted to say it. He nods, breath grazing against your lips, “I knooow darlin, I knooow.” He kissed you so sweet and sloppy, slipping his tongue into your awaiting mouth, letting your tongues dance till you’re both panting for breath, a string of saliva leaving your mouths.
You jolt, dots forming in your eyes as you slap at Simons arm, but he only holds you tighter, fucking you even deeper, faster, reaching his peak himself as you let out a sob of his name, “You’ve got it baby, just feel it, ride it out. Take it like I know you can.”
It makes your eyes cross, toe curling as the electricity og it all runs through you, water spraying once more all over the bed and Simon “Daddy, aangh- fuuuck!”
“So bloody good f’me kitten, so damn good- shit-“ And his cock twitches inside you, walls spawning around his length that fills you to the brim with cum.
He pants, sees how you immediately K.O after cumming so hard once more. The blonde holds you close, sticky bodies against each other.
“My perfect girl, all mine.”
a/n: another fic that took all year. I hope to post tomorrow too. Kinda a continuation of this but kinda not. I listened to so much house/club music trying to get that beginning scene right.
He knows his cock is big, knows it’s thick and long and it bulges at your tummy whenever he manages to bottom out in your snug cunt. Knows you take deep breaths when your taking him. And the brute Loves it that way, loves fucking you rough and bending you every which way, turning you stupid just from him hitting your sticky spot inside you over and over till your soaking his abdomen.
But God, does he love when you climb on top of him, your perfect ass facing him, pussy contained by that lacey cheetah print thong he likes and you taking his cock in your hands, rolling your hands and getting it all stiff and big— then taking it down your tight throat.
“Fuck me, Kitten thaaaat’s it.”
Can’t help the groans falling from his lips as you take him inch by inch, till you can’t anymore. He can feel your breath against his jeans, your warm mouth sucking as much as you can, your bead bopping uo and down slowly. Simon pulls your panties to the side, slick dripping out of your pussy lips. He grunts, “Jesus look at this shit, she’s soaked like this from only sucking my cock?”
You moan around his length when he gives your pussy a harsh smack, pulling your legs around his head as he leans back on the couch, your entrance closer to his mouth. “Fuckin hell, I missed my girls.” Simon gives your pussy a fat kiss, drinking and lapping up every bit that your soaking mess is leaking out. You can’t help the mewl, letting Simons cock go with a loud ‘pop’
“Shit Si, mmmph!”
His thick fingers dip into your hole, thrusting them in and out, his wet fingers slipping out and flicking your cunt
Simon hisses when he feels your tongue lick a stripe up his shaft, licking around his aching tip, yout plump lips covered in his pre. The older man hands petting your head, kissing between your thighs. “Come on dolly, let me use your mouth.”
And you can’t help but clench around his fingers, letting him push your head down further till yout can’t breath, air barley reaching yout brain. It’s so much, the feel of Simon deep in your throat, gurgling around his dick so much that spit and cum fall down your chin.
He growls, throwing his head back in pleasure as he guides your head up and down his shaft. Hollowing your mouth so perfectly tight around him. “Fuck- So fuckin needy for it swee’art, love how good you take it.”
Your moans get louder, gripping his thighs as your walls clench around three of Simon’s fingers that thrust so deep inside you. He cums deep in your throat without warning, having you choking on his dick as your legs shake in his arms.
Simon smirks, brushing your hair back as you pant. His thumb brushes against your lips, smearing his cum over them and then putting his thumb in your mouth for you to suck it off his thumb.
“My pretty fuckin girl.”
a/n: this is sloppy and I had a terrible day but I think Simon patting my head while fucking my throat would be so nice🥺🥺
Cry Baby | 1.4k words (gawd damn), 18+ mdni, smut with a little plot, dacryphilia, daddy kink, meanie!simon, age gap (Simon’s 34, reader!mid-late twenties)
Simon Riley is used to making people cry.
Whether it be from heartbreak, his tall and muscular build in addition to the mask scaring children, from being too blunt, cursing men & women out, making them feel too good when he’s stuffed them full of his cock— he was used to the tears.
But you, you were an anomaly.
Sometimes you’d cry when Simon was being too mean, cry over a good movie— tears would brim to your lashes when he’d kiss you after you two would make up because you were stupid in love with the brute. But sometimes you’d hold it. A trait that Simon hated because it was like he was dealing with a different person.
He knew you were off when the two of you went shopping (for your closet of course) and you didn’t say much except ‘I like whatever you like Si.’ You’d be in and out of conversation, ‘hm?’ and ‘what’d ya say?’ constantly leaving your mouth. He’d already known you we’re past your limit, but you wouldn’t say a word. Usually by the first or second day you’d fess up on your own, voice horse, gripping at his shirt, big brown eyes averting his own because you were too embarrassed. ‘can we- can we talk? just for a bit?’
His cute princess.
But now, a week had passed. He expected to hear those heart aching sobs after he heard you telling off your younger German shepherd, Fish (yes, Fish) to ‘let go’ and ‘it’s mine, Fish!’ He’d found the dog with your favorite worn out sweater, now ripped and tattered, in his mouth as he laid on the couch. Not a peep came from your lips. So the man was forced to push you to talk. Not an issue. He’d done it before.
“Got somethin’ y’wanna say t’me?”
You glanced over at the older man. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest and looking at you dead on. You shifted on your feet. You hated when he stared, it was like he was reading you like a book and tarring out the pages for good keeping.
You went back to getting the dog food ready for their last meal of the day, “nope.”
Stubborn. Simon found it funny sometimes when you picked up some of his traits, that included that stubbornness that popped out when you were agitated. But you weren’t supposed to be like Daddy, no, you’re supposed to be better. Simon would make you better.
“Don’t be hard headed swee’ art. Y’know better.”
He’d practically pushed you into a corner with his words alone. It wasn’t just intimidation, it was a clear warning. You needed out. So you spoke whatever words were at the forefront of your mind.
“Then I just don’t have anythin to say to you.”
The man was dumbfounded, head tilting to the side in awe. He didn’t expect that answer of all things and you casually went to go feed the dogs like you hadn’t said anything. A deep chuckle fills the silent walls of the kitchen.
Cute little thing. Loveable thing. His babygirl.
You didn’t wanna cry? Didn’t wanna talk? Fine.
Simon would fuck it out of you.
“Wait- hmph- w-wait Daddy I don’t-“
“Y’talk now? Thaaa’s a shocker.”
“No- I- s’tooooo much Daddy! I don’t like it like-nnnggh this!”
Simon rolled his eyes, of course you didn’t like it. It was when you felt undeniable, inescapable pleasure. He’d have you in a headlock, all of his weight completely pressed against you, rolling his hips as his girth stretched out your sweet pink walls. The room was completely filled with your moans and the smacking of his balls hitting your ass as he bottomed out with each stroke.
How many times had you cum already?
It didn’t fucking matter if tears weren’t coming out yet. And he wasn’t just aiming for those regular small ‘feel good’ tears, he needed those belligerent sobs that made your throat hurt. The blonde liked to call it ‘regulating emotions.’ When you couldn’t do it yourself of course Daddy would help. What else was he there for?
Your eyes were at the back of your skull, long manicured nails clawing at his arm and trying to get ahold of yourself. You felt delirious and you’d only cum twice but Simon kept pushing you like he wanted something out of you. The truth, you shook your head at your own thoughts. No way, you were fine. This was— god, the bastard, the ghost himself was dragging himself in and out of you, in and out, harsh and slow. Just so you could hear the squelching of your sopping cunt and get you completely embarrassed and moaning at the sound.
“Si- let’s- a break— mmmgghhh- we- oh fuck daddy- break? annngh p-please?” You whined out.
“ ‘Nd why would y’need a break when you’ve been a lazy fuckin bitch this whole time?”
A military man who could lie in an instant.
He hadn’t told you to do a single thing tonight but he needed a reaction out of you. He scuffed, pulling his strawberry red dick out of you with a loud ‘pop’ and turning you on your side. Throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and straddling your other thigh. He slapped his aching tip on your drenched hole, there you were clenching over nothing.
“Didn’t wanna talk this whole time but now ya got shit to say.” Simon slammed every fucking inch of him inside of your oh-so tight cunt making him throw his head back. “The fuckin nerve of ya.”
“I- wait-“
“-Thought ya were my good girl, but you’re just a stupid slut for daddy’s cock.”
A hiccup.
He looked down at your pretty face and- oh. there it was. There it fuckin was. That sickeningly adorable trembling pout on your two tone lips, real tears spilling out of your eye ducts and meeting the pillow as he repeatedly slammed into your gushing walls. Was it sick for him to crave it? Yes. But the big guy couldn’t help himself, he loved seeing pretty girls cry for him. Even better when he had a good reason to get it out of you. You felt the knots in your stomach building, even worse as Simon pressed a hand on your stomach as his dick poked out. A string of grumbled curses leaving his mouth at the feel of it.
You gasped, pushing at his abdomen, “Daddy nooo- it’s really too much! I- I-”
“—Nuh-uh. Stop fightin it and give it t’me. Give. It. To. Me.”
Your orgasm was harshly yanked out of you, screaming at the top of your lungs— thank fuck you two lived in the middle of the woods. You’d finally let that week old sob out of your throat, fat salty tears spilling out at everything because you really did feel everything at the moment. All the sadness was now washing over you like a wave mixed along with the high of cumming. An insane combination.
“Therrrre you go pup. Creaming all over me, all while bein so. damn. pretty. Want my cum baby girl? Hmm? Shit baby, you wanna feel full with Daddy?”
You couldn’t even find your words, just pulling at his hips to feel him deeper inside you. And it was so warm, so- loving when he came inside you, Simon making sure you took every drop till you couldn’t anymore. He cupped your face in his big hands, wiping away the tears that continued to fall. So fuckin cute. He’d sit you up, still on his cock of course, leaning back with his propped up arms and peering down at you.
“Gonna tell me what’s wrong or it’s still not for your Daddy t’hear?”
You sniffed, big brown puppy dog eyes looking up at the man full of scars.
“E-everyone-“ you let out a shaky breath, “everyone’s so damn mean Si.”
And you went on and on about your completely shitty week, from your job, to missing the train right when you needed it to Fish ripping apart your favorite fucking sweater. And Simon was there, attentive but silent, listening to every word uttered. Wiping away the stray tears with a thumb and pinching your cheek. His silly girl, adorable princess. Held it in for nothing, as if he wouldn’t be there to comfort you. Silly, silly girl. He’d fix that too, but for now—
“Want me t’take care of ya? Hm lovie?” His lips met yours, fitting the two like a missing puzzle piece. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing the blonde man closer and pressing yourself against him. You didn’t say a word. You didn’t have to.
He snickered against your lips, “Course ya do, baby, course ya fuckin do.”
a/n: kinda on Simon kick. Also the gaggery of my last post about him. Thank you guys so much. You probably won’t read this again but reading while listening to Cry Baby by SZA or Janis Joplin>>>
