I. Can’t. Make. It. Go. Away. By. Making. You. A. Villain.
i. can’t. make. it. go. away. by. making. you. a. villain.
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the desire to be in a relationship only comes around when you’re about to sleep, on the journey home alone, sundays, after the club, when it’s raining, winter, at the cafe, today, tomorrow and yesterday
best friend's brother!simon riley who can't stop thinking of the way you tasted on his lips the night he pulled you into his room.
best friend's brother!simon riley who moans your name as he gets himself off, shooting a thick, heavy load of pearly white cum onto his stomach, wishing it was in you instead.
best friend's brother!simon riley whom you teased now everytime you came over to their house, short shorts or large shirts of his you'd steal from their laundry, leaving a pair of your lace panties in return.
best friend's brother!simon riley who wrapped the lace panties around his aching cock, desperate for you as he shoots another load into the pretty fabric.
best friend's brother!simon riley who glares at you from across the room now because you're such a brat, accidentally bumping into him all the time, teasing touches to his groin that would send a heat up his body and his blood rushing south.
best friend's brother!simon riley who was growing more frustrated his plan hadn't been working, as now he was yearning for you instead, not the other way around.
best friend's brother!simon riley who realized he was going to have to be the one to make the first move, or make you want him as much as he wants you.
best friend's brother!simon riley who would pull you against the ache in his pants, throbbing under the rough fabric of his jeans as your plump ass grinded against him.
best friend's brother!simon riley who unzipped his jeans, hips bouncing against your rear, reddening the skin, as he pumped you full of his thick cock, whispering filthy, lewd words in your ear
best friend's brother!simon riley who would cum before you, filling your tight cunt full of his seed, thick ropes of heavy, white cream that formed a ring around the base of his cock as he thrusted a few more times for good measures.
best friend's brother!simon riley who wouldn't let you come, leaving you on edge and whining, practically pleading for him to make you go stupid on his cock.
best friend's brother!simon riley who didn't care if you were his sister's best friend, he needed you, and he was going to have you, eventually. now that you were the one yearning for his cock to be buried in your weeping cunt.
MDNI 18+
౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ simon riley getting the love he deserves after being a loner and thinking that he was unlovable.
cw: fluff, broken simon, vaginal sex, not proof read
he was too scarred, experienced the cruelest of things in mankind after being in the military and now he was a nobody. living in a shady apartment that coincidentally had its heating broken during the winter, only having cold water running in the shower, and just having an apartment that was plain and dull. his whole life simon was convinced that he didn’t deserve anything, hence why he joined the military, to deprive himself from anything that could potentially give him happiness.
so, he had an old couch that was so damn firm he got back pain whenever he laid on it. a flimsy bed that barely fits his large frame, his legs dangling off slightly as he tried to keep himself warm in the harsh winter with the thinnest blanket ever. oh, and he didn’t take care of himself, grabbing the reheat-able meals and ramen from the convenience store after his late night shifts.
that was until he met you, his sweet little birdie that made him feel just a little warm and fuzzier inside. he was accustomed to the usual sympathetic looks on the streets, the weak smile the cashier gave him whenever he bought another bowl of ramen. but you? you didn’t care that he was broken, you viewed him as an equal.
his sweet neighbour that cooked him homemade meals for him, made him his lunch for work that made his co workers jealous and shocked at the sudden sight of simon eating a filling meal.
“where’d ya get that meal from? looks homemade,” his coworker grumbled eyeing the container in his hands. simon muttered a half ass response, he was going to keep you a secret from these dirty men.
he tried to ignore the way his heart rate increased just the slightest when he read your little notes plastered on the container, small words of encouragement as if you knew what he was currently thinking.
slowly you embedded yourself into his daily routine, inviting him for dinner as you cooked his favourite meal, whilst he fixed your table. it was something more than transactional, but neither of you spoke on it, especially simon, he didn’t want to ruin the one good thing that he had in his life.
but deep down he was secretly wondering when you were going to leave, after all - all the good things in his life seemed to go away eventually.
you didn’t though, instead you showed him things that he never thought was possible. self love, though he was dork new to it, he couldn’t help but to feel just a little more confident in himself. the way you were perched up on the tiny bathroom counter gently shaving his face whilst whispering words of affection, or the way you kissed every single one of his scars.
then came the most intimate moment of his life - sex. it wasn’t just something that was done and dusted, no. it was a ritual for the two of you. the sheets rustling as simon kissed your neck, your legs wrapped around his waist as if you wanted him closer, even though it was physically impossible. he refused to make you feel like a conquest, making you come multiple times before cleaning you up and making you your favourite meal.
the change wasn’t internal only, his apartment seemed to reflect the blooming relationship between the two of you. his old beaten up couch all new and replaced because he couldn’t stand the idea of you being uncomfortable whilst watching your favourite show. adding more shelves and storage to his bathroom as you slowly moved in, your toothbrush on the bathroom counter, your pink hair dryer on the shelf and a random vase of flowers.
simon never expected a simple domestic life with a lover, but here he was. lazy morning sex with hushed whispers and basking in each others warmth, trying to ignore the demands of the outside world. cooking breakfast together as simon wrapped his arms around your waist. kissing each other goodbye as you two left for work, your hands brushing against each other one last time.
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Simon Riley Nsfw Headcannons
- Simon loves cockwarming, especially after long, exhausting days filled with paperwork and meetings. He’ll call you into his office, have you straddle his lap, and sink down onto him, keeping you nice and full while he occasionally presses kisses to your temple.
- His British accent always gets thicker when he’s fucking you or when you’ve got him in your mouth. The longer it goes on, the harder it is for him to string words together. When your lips are wrapped around him, and he’s gripping your hair, he sounds even filthier, deep, rough, and almost impossible to understand.
- When he’s away on missions, he sneaks a pair of your underwear or a tiny lace thong into his duffel bag. Late at night, when he finally gets a moment alone, he’ll wrap it around his fist while he strokes himself, holding onto the Polaroid photo of you he always keeps tucked inside his vest.
- Turn on’s: High heels. You in heels is enough to have his cock straining against his pants. And they stay on during sex. No negotiations. Your laugh. Not just the soft ones but the full, unrestrained laughter especially when it’s at one of his god-awful dad jokes. He’s getting a boner on the spot. The way you smell. Not just your perfume, but you. Fresh out of the shower, skin still damp and warm, he’s burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply before kissing down your spine.
- At first, during sex he starts out with a mix of praise and filthy words, his deep voice spilling the filthiest things into your ear. But once he loses himself in the pleasure of you, his words start to slur together, coming out in broken mumbles that barely make sense. Until he’s just grunting your name, completely wrecked.
- Size Kink? Absolutely. No matter your height or body type, you always look small compared to him, and he loves it. The way his hands completely engulf yours when he pins them down? The contrast of his broad frame over your smaller one? It drives him wild. He’ll groan at the sight of your fingers twitching beneath his as he holds them down, whispering, “So fuckin’ small under me, love— mine to ruin.”
- Loves when you’re vocal, Simon needs to hear you. The little gasps, the way you whimper his name. He craves it. When you two rented a secluded cabin one summer, he took full advantage. Had you screaming his name while he had his face buried between your thighs, eating you out like a man starved. He made sure to fuck you against the cabin wall later that night, just to hear it again.
- You in his clothes, there’s something about seeing you in his clothes that awakens something possessive inside him. Doesn’t matter if it’s his hoodie drowning your frame or one of his shirts hanging off your shoulders. His brain short-circuits every time. He’s even gone as far as hiding your clothes just so you’ll be forced to wear his. And if he catches you walking around in nothing but his t-shirt? Yeah, you’re not making it out of bed for the next hour.
- Loves shower sex, calls the water ‘free lube’, though after one particularly enthusiastic round ended with him slipping and nearly taking you down with him, you had to get grips for the shower floor. He grumbled about it at first, but you caught him checking them out approvingly the next time he pressed you up against the tiles.
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Fuck buddies with Ghost who tells you it means nothing, doesn’t want anything more than sex, but your apartment is the last place he visits before being sent off on an assignment.
‘Jus’ need somethin’ to tide me over, yeah dove?’
Fuck buddies with Ghost who tells you it means nothing, doesn’t want anything more than sex, but when he’s away, his rugged and calloused hands don’t feel like yours, can’t get off unless he pictures you.
Above him. Below him. On your knees. On your back. In your mouth. Buried in your cunt.
Fuck buddies with Ghost who tells you it means nothing, doesn’t want anything more than sex, but your apartment is the first place he visits when the mission is finished, doesn’t even bother going home.
And you answer, despite it being three in the morning.
“There’s my girl.” He breathes. Relieved. Dropping his bags on the floor before lunging forward to cup your face in his palms.
The claim makes you whine quietly, digging your fingertips into his wrists, arching on your tippy toes to meet his lips halfway. It’s ravenous, leaves your breath ragged, and lips thrumming with swelling blood.
He hoists you in his arms, burrowing his hands under your thighs and ass, pinching the flesh so hard it’ll bruise, but he can’t help it. He’s greedy. Selfish. Hasn’t quite coaxed himself down from the harsh realities of being ‘Ghost.’
“Ah—Simon,” You whimper, huffing hot air against his lips, “You’re hurting me.”
“Sorry, baby,” He smooths his hands, petting the backs of your thighs, “I just-”
The ‘missed you’ dies on his tongue, stops it from rolling off and filling the empty space between the two of you, but you know.
That night when he asks you to repeat him, tell him you’re all his, you don’t respond like usual. He tries his best to coax it out of your pretty lips orgasm after orgasm because he needs to hear it, but you don’t give him the pleasure.
Fuck buddies with Ghost who tells you it means nothing, doesn’t want anything more than sex, so he has no other option but to accept it because you’re not his. The lack of acknowledgment eats at his skin, brutal talons gnawing at his flesh when you slowly stop responding to his texts.
Shows up at your doorstep anyway because you don’t get to tell him when this stops. When you answer the door, you’re all dolled up, a tight little skirt hugging your figure, lip gloss smeared on your lips like you have somewhere to be other than on his cock.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, glaring at him, “I’m busy.”
“With what?”
You frown, “I have a date.”
He snorts, pushing past you, making a show of taking off his boots and placing them next to yours, has no intention of leaving.
“Simon,” You sigh, closing the door behind you, “I don’t have time for this right now. He’ll be here any minute.”
The statement alone pinches his temples with irritation, but that’s when he sees it, one small hickey adorned on your neck, just below your ear. His vision narrows, tunneling red, nudging you against the wall with one swift movement, tilting your jaw to get a better look at it.
“The fuck is this?” He snarls, runs his thumb over the bruise, and makes your breath hitch slightly.
“Nothing.” You mutter quietly.
“Your little date give you this? Huh?” He grits through clenched teeth, grip tightening on your jaw, drawing dimples in your skin.
“None of your business.” You spit back, but it’s far too gentle to have any real bite like it always does with him, pup with baby canines.
Fuck buddies with Ghost who tells you it means nothing, doesn’t want anything more than sex, but he seethes at the idea of another man inside of you, another man marking you as theirs when you’re his.
Sinks his teeth around the stupid mark, dragging sharp fangs against your delicate flesh, and sucks the skin viciously. Covers the ugly bruise with his own claim.
Fuck buddies with Ghost who tells you it means nothing, doesn’t want anything more than sex, but he presses you right up against your front door, so your date can hear him fucking you in two when he comes to pick you up.
‘Can yer little boyfriend fuck you like this? Huh, baby? Did he know jus’ how you like it?’
Fucks you messy and pretty, until your cheeks are tear-stained and your breaths are wrecked, hiccuping over your moans that’s he’s so mean, so cruel, asking you to say you’re his when he doesn’t even have the courage to say he missed you.
‘Be a good girl f’me, yeah? Tell me you’re all mine.’
And when you do finally say it, he carries you to your bed, fucks you slow and deliberate like he always does, like he really means it, and whispers the words against your skin.
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The Bewitching
—thinking about roommate!simon riley seeing you in your halloween costume… MDNI
"Where's your sexy roommate anyway, babe?" Your friend, dressed as a sexy witch, purred from her spot on a stool around the kitchen island. You had invited two friends over to spend Halloween with you since your roommate, Simon, had to work.
"He, uh, had to work," you say, taking a sip of your wine. Your witchy friend's eyes widened as she carefully dipped a pita chip into some hummus.
"On Halloween?" She gawked, pushing the chip into her mouth, eyes wide. You also take a chip and swirl it around in the hummus before shrugging.
"Seems so," you say, inhaling the chip. You turn to pull open the fridge, reaching for a bottle of champagne. Once you turn back, you see your other friend dressed as a sexy police officer, head slightly titled in confusion, her eyes carefully observing your costume.
"So, what are you supposed to be? A sexy nurse?" She questions. You raise your brows, perplexed that she couldn't tell who you were.
"You're kidding, right?" You urge, waiting a minute before continuing to see if she is joking. She shakes her head no, pursing her lips. You shake your head in disbelief. "Debs, I'm one of the nurses from Silent Hill."
"Should've gotten Simon to dress as pyramid head," your sexy witch friend instantly says. You flick your eyes to hers to see a smirk spreading on her lips.
"Oh, please," you laugh out. "Over his dead body would he ever willingly dress up." You take a sip of your wine, stalling when you hear the sound of a familiar truck pulling into the driveway.
"Oh, looks like your big guy is home," Debs winks. You roll your eyes, set your wine glass down, and head for the front door. You step out to see Simon searching for something in his truck.
"Hey," you greet. "What're you doing back so early?" He doesn't avert his attention from some loose papers he was scanning over.
After a minute, he says, "Price had a Halloween thing for his kid." He continues sifting through loose papers. "So, here I am," he dryly says, eyes still focused on the papers.
"Okay. FYI, the girls are inside—" You start before he interrupts, finally turning around to face you.
"If you want, I can just go to a bar, or—" He abruptly stops, eyes wandering down your body, taking in your costume—which included a very provocative dress. He swallows deeply as his eyes sweep over your exposed thighs, up to the deep dip of your breasts on display.
"Simon?" You prod, trying to understand why he has stopped speaking. He drags his eyes up to look into yours.
"You—what are you supposed to be?" He lazily questions.
"Um, a nurse," you say; he tilts his head to the side.
"Never seen a nurse look like that," he sticks his tongue out to wet the seam of his dry lips. You feel a sudden rush of embarrassment.
"It's from a—a game," you quickly say, rocking back on the heels of your feet. "It's kind of stupid," you turn your head away from him, trying to hide some embarrassment from his gaze.
"I like it," his eyes shamelessly drag down the length of your body. You flick your eyes back to him, offering him a small smile, noting the way his eyes become darker as the seconds pass.
"Ya?" You're shocked that you managed to get a word out since your mouth had turned to ash. Dry as a bone.
"Mhm," he hums as he takes a step towards you. You swallow hard as he steps closer to you, close enough for his fingers to graze the hem of your dress, tugging it down gently so it covers a little more of your thighs.
"Simon," you breathlessly say as you feel his fingers graze your bare skin.
"Dress ridin' up a little high," he murmurs, though he doesn't take his fingers away from you. He looks down at you, taking in your lazily closed eyes. "Have you gone out yet?"
"Wha—no. Didn't really want to," your tone is a little wobbly now as his hand slowly skimmed under your dress. You release a shallow breath.
He tilts his head back slightly. "No? What is it you wanted to do then?" He continues his movements, skimming his fingers up your thigh, slowly maneuvering between them. You find yourself gripping his shoulders. "Huh?" He tuts.
"I don't—I don't know," you choke out, dropping your head slightly as his hand grazes your cunt over your already wet underwear. You find yourself pushing yourself into his palm.
He leaned in closer to you, his hot breath grazing against the shell of your ear. "Did you want me to see you in this little outfit?" He whispers. You lean into his words flowing in your ear. "You knew how badly I wanted to touch this pretty pussy. Didn't you?" You let out an involuntary moan at his words, tightening your grip on his shoulders.
His pointer and middle finger slip into you through your underwear, grazing your clit. You find yourself rocking against his fingers to get more friction. "Ah, fuck. That's it, pretty girl," he groans, moving his fingers faster. "Keep fucking my fingers—just like that."
He pulled you closer onto him with his other hand, gripping your ass tightly to get you more friction. You leaned your head into his chest, moaning as his fingers continued to move in you.
"Fuck, baby. Look at me—look at me," he commands. You flick your head up to look him in the eyes; his mouth is slightly parted from panting. "Just like that," he pants, watching your mouth agape as he coaxes your orgasm, making you come in your underwear.
He holds you up as your body spasms, gifting him with the sweet mewls you spew. Once your orgasm subsides, he grips one side of your soaked underwear, slipping it down your thighs and tucking it into the pocket of his cargo pants he wore.
You look up at him, doe-eyed, before you look around in horror. "Oh my—you just, you just fingered me in the front yard," you frantically say, taking a step away from him. His lip quips at your genuine anguish.
"I know. I was there," he monotonously says. Anxiously, you bring your hands to thread through your hair. Your eyes widen even more.
"Oh my—my friends," you exclaim, whipping your head to your house.
"Guess you'll have some explaining to do," he casually says.
"Fuck you," you remark.
"Hungry for more already?" He smirked, pulling you by the arm closer to him so you rested flat against his body.
"No—you know that's not what I meant!"
a/n: happy almost halloween! take my treat to u all! divider!
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