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simon riley x fem!reader

warnings: explicit language. soft smut. breeding kink.

On the continuation of my “Soft!Ghost” ideas: 

Imagine lovemaking with Simon. 

Simon has you—his pretty girl—tucked inside his bedroom, sandwiched between him and the mattress. Right in his arms, where you rightfully belong. 

(In his arms, you’re protected. Safe. Nothing could possibly ever harm you.)

Of course, the intensity of sex differs with his moods. On some days, he is a delicious mix of dominant and aggressive, claiming your body with a certain roughness that reflects how possessive he is over you. But, on other days, all Simon wants is to possess your heart and soul, in some desperate frenzy to stake his claim over them. 

You were made for Simon. In his eyes, that is the truth. How could it not be? Every inch of you—from the curve of your hipbones and the tanalizing way your bottom lip shines with a fresh layer of gloss to how your beautiful, doe eyes twinkle anytime he is near—is all his. You’re irresistible.

And when you lay beneath him, completely bare, ripe for the taking, whining out for his touch, what else could he possibly do than worship you? 

One arm keeps him steadily up, towering over you; the other cradles your soft cheek against his palm. His thumb strokes along your cheekbone. He’s gentle, smiling, even chuckling. “I’ve got you, baby,” he purrs in that deep, hoarse accent. “Shhh, darlin’. C’mon, lemme take care of ya.” 

“ Si…”

Your body stiffens as Simon gently slides himself into your pussy, until he’s buried balls deep; he lets out a breathless “fuck” as you tighten around his cock, followed by a low groan. “Perfect for me, aren’t ya?” He pauses, leaning to kiss you for a moment.

“That’s my good girl,” he mumbles against your lips, letting his tongue entangle with yours. “So fucking good for me.” 

His hips slap against yours at a slow, gentle pace—matching his thrusts. “C’mon, baby, fuck.” You whine in response, arching your back, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders while your pretty, teary eyes hold his gaze. 

“ Simon…! ” 

Simon chuckles, takes one of your hands in his, and flattens it against your lower stomach. “Feel that, love?” You gasp, nodding. There is an unmistakable bulge in your belly; you can feel it. “Aye, that’s me.” Your cunt takes him so unbelievably well; he cannot stop pistoning his cock in and out of you. 

God, he thinks, you were made for him.

You were fucking made for me. 

The only thing that could possibly be better than this is—

“Lemme make you a mum,” Simon suddenly says, groaning. “God, baby, need to make you one.” His fingers find your nipple, pinching it before rubbing it back and forth, causing you to squeal. “—make these pretty tits all swollen. You’d be so bloody gorgeous, love.” 

Simon wants a family, so fucking badly. He is beyond desperate for one  — ever since he looked into your eyes for the first time, and saw his future staring back. At the time, the feeling was confusing and disorienting….

…now, it all made sense.

“Yeah?” Mid-thrust, he kisses you again, swallowing your gasps and tiny whimpers as he splits you open on his cock. “You gonna let me make you a mum?” Another thrust. “C’mon, baby, use your words, my girl.” 

You nod, unable to muster up a response to your husband; instead, your mouth falls open—pretty, pink lips dropping into a perfect “o." “P-Please, Si…” your soft, little voice whines out, stirring up more heat in Simon. 

(He loves your voice. So bloody fucking much. You could ask him to raze the Earth to a burnt crisp, and he’d do it for you.) 

“Please what, baby?” 

The sensation of his massive cock overwhelms you. You fall slack as an orgasm rips through your body, robbing away all of your inhibitions; all you can do is let out another high-pitched moan, praying your body gives him the answer that your voice cannot. 

“Fuck — gonna breed you, baby. Gonna have my kid in you by the weekend.”

It’s a promise. His thrusts continue, in the exact same measure as before, not wanting to fuck you, but to make love to you. “You’re so bloody beautiful.” He’s gonna cum. Cum deep inside you; give you the family you deserve.

“Look at ya — bloody work of art.” 

Flushed cheeks; breasts sweaty and heaving with countless love marks scattered around the skin; your fingers card softly through his hair, pulling him closer to you. He’s a lucky bastard, indeed. 

“I love you."

Simon repeats those three words— “I love you. I love you. I love you.” —against your mouth, feeling his entire body tauten before he spills his cum inside you.

I love you. You saved me. You’re everything to me. 

You smile up at him, flushed all prettily, and he flashes a smile back, taking a moment to tuck a damp strand of hair behind your ear. God, he fucking loves you.

“I love you,” he says again…and again…and again.

notes: my attempt at writing smut for the first time in months. if it sucks, it's cause im in my late luteal phase.

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nfl hubby simon? 😬

your fingers tighten, freshly manicured nails digging deep into the sheets as your neck cranes, face pressed deep into simon’s plushed up pillows.

your skin crawls, simon’s hands all over you till you’re practically suffocating under his touch. the room is hot with sweat, sex stuffin up the air n all your can smell is celebratory.

“you proud of me, huh?” simon taunts down at you, voice rough with rasp as he lays a stinging slap across your ass before he’s diggin his nails into the soft fat, the burn intensifying till you’re squealing. “say you’re proud of me, i fuckin won.”

the growling of his voice sends you into a panic, pretty cunt clenching around him as every thrust of his hips forces your back deeper n deeper into an arch, the poke of your ribs dragging across the bedsheets.

“s-so proud of you, si,” you gasp, thighs beginning up a light quiver as your stomach twists. “you w-won… always win..”

n simon laughing down at you, sick off the way your thoughts begin to mush and fall off your tongue in a pathetic, messy string of thoughts.

“yeah, baby, that’s right. i always fuckin’ win.” he mutters, hips colliding with yours in a punctuating thrust. n the moan that hits simon’s ears, fuels his ego, fucks with his brain till all that runs through it is winnin, winnin, n winning. n he will, he’s boutta have you up all damn night.

don’t bully me, i’m srry.

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Thinking about reader who’s so used to being independent and here comes along masculine energy!simon who just gives off big protector, provider, and partner vibes and it absolutely tears down your defenses but you’re so scared to come off as needy and clingy when you start looking for him more or reaching out for his touch more, sometimes even asking him to do stuff for you when you are absolutely capable of doing it yourself. You are so sure that he liked you coz you were independent, so you tried to play it all off. But it backfires coz now it just looks like you’re rejecting him and he’s confused. Because all the while, he was actually enjoying seeing you slowly trusting him with your self, wholly. What you perceived as needy was feeding his need to be someone who could provide for you and he was eating that shit up!!!

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Actually sleeping with someone is so nice like waking up in the middle of the night and snuggling closer or lazily giving them a kiss or just feeling their arms around you squeeze slightly even though they're in a deep sleep or handholding while you both are asleep.

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shower sex w/ simon riley. 🚿

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED — 18+

simon would never turn down an opportunity to have sex with you in the shower.

his large and muscular body envelopes yours, his large and rough hands pinning yours to the shower wall, his broad and sturdy hips driving into your tight rear on repeat until your thighs are shaking and you're struggling to uphold yourself.

it's addictive; the wetness of your cunt and the tightness of your gummy walls spamming down around his meaty shaft. he heaves and groans out, the hotter water running down his large body, his hair drenched and tangled with his dick stuffed inside of your puffy, swollen pussy. your juices coat simon's length in a glimmer of your sweetness, your arousal running down your thighs, and your core tightening with your orgasm inching closer to the edge.

“that’s it, sweetheart. deep breaths f’me, c’mon- ya’ can do it.” simon huffs out through guttural, pleased growls. his eyes are shut tightly, watching as you begin to fuck yourself back on his cock, your tight rear bouncing slightly when it hits his hips. simon's strong arms pull you to his brute chest, ploughing into your soft folds while grumbling out a string of praise. he whispers sweet words into your ear, complimenting you for your ability to take him so well.

he can barely contain himself any longer before he's filling your walls with his thick and potent semen. you're breathless, lowering yourself onto your knees to clean the mess you've left on his dick with your mouth.

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simon returning home to u…

he’d been gone long, far too long. you felt oceans away from him, you were but knowing he was so far, putting himself in danger every day. it filled every crevice in your brain with fear, a sense of haunting knowing he may never come home.

lucky, lucky you. cuz here he was, fingers sliding under the silk of your nightgown to splay across the arching of your ribs. his other hand slid down your waist, fingertips catching ahold of the thin band of your panties before he’s pulling em down your legs quickly.

“i-i missed you, si…” you breathe against the parting of his cracked, dry lips, words tainted in a tone that troubles him.

“you missed me, huh?” he breathes, throat raw and voice filled with such a heavy rasp that could only be from yelling commands at his fellow troops. although it had your stomach knotting, clit throbbing n pussy drippin wet.

“so much,” you whine, fingers wrapping around his wrist to slide his hand down your belly. the feeling of his fingertips gliding down your skin sends goosebumps to rise on your flesh, nipples peaking under the soft silk forcing simon’s attention to drop.

your head tilts back as you bring his hand down to your pretty cunt, thighs spread wide for him. simon can’t help the way a soft smirk splits his lips, skin pulling till he can feel the cracks in his lips pool with hot blood.

he lets his middle finger dip into you, collecting the sweet essence that gathers at your entrance, body desperate for simon to fill you whole. yet, his finger presses up against your clit, chest pressing down against yours till your breasts flatten against him.

“i’m home now, honey,” he starts, arm sliding under your arching back to pull you tight against him. his lips feather kisses against your tipped jaw, before they rest against your ear. “you gonna let me make you feel good, baby? lemme make up for leaving you all lonely, hmm?”

gunna go play some nfs, hmu

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little miss needs constant reassurance and validation and absolutely hates herself for it

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Me & the other drivers were really impressed when you swerved around all of us at high speeds & got to the red light before anyone else

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this era is called “embracing the in-between”

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it’s kinda fucked up that you’re only an age for a year. I didn’t know how to be 23 yet, let me try again

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Not to be incredibly vulgar and nasty or anything, but I’d like to close my eyes and rest my head in somebody’s lap while they run their fingers through my hair

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hmmm why does my uterus hurt and why do i feel kinda off. weird. surely these are not the warning symptoms of a predictable biological process that occurs on a regular schedule. anyway. im going to wear white pants today.

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First you procrastinate on the task because it is not a big enough deal to get done urgently. Then you procrastinate on the task because it has become such a big deal that doing it is overwhelming. You would think that this implies a middle point where it is just big enough of a deal to get done easily, however the inherent perversity of the universe's causal geometry prevents this