𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖓: 𝕽𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖊

After the life Simon Riley has had, it’s really not surprising that he just can’t get it up anymore. He’s tried, time and time again, but the blood doesn’t pump through him the same way it did. And it isn’t that he doesn’t have a sex drive, god no, one look at you and he wishes he could fuck you into the mattress until your tears stain the pillows and the only sounds falling from your mouth are screams of pleasure.

You walk around the apartment, his big t-shirt on, no panties underneath, and it drives him insane. You’re an entire decade younger than him, young and sexy, and he can’t help but feel guilty for letting you stay with him knowing that he can’t give you what you want in bed.

It doesn’t stop him from eating you out until your clit is puffy and your walls are rubbed raw by his calloused fingers. When his head is between your legs, he tries, he really does. He gets so worked up, grinding his soft cock against the bed, willing it to get hard so he can fuck you right after, but it never does.

All it ends in is you cumming on his face one too many times and him walking out of the room without saying a word in pure humiliation.

You don’t take it to heart, you know he beats himself up for it, saying he isn’t good enough, that you should find someone who can actually give you what you want and keep up with you at that. Every time you reassure him, that he does satisfy you, that he never fails to make you feel good regardless of how he does it, but it seems to go in one ear and out the other.

But tonight, tonight is different and you will find a way to fuck your man.

The way he pushes your curls upward, so he can see all of your bare back while you ride him backwards, the little stutter at the fat of your hips, your nails creating little moons in his knees while you grind down on him. Will let his thumb trace your spine, his other hand guiding your hips so his weaping tip bushes against your spongey walls the way you like.

Murmuring a ‘fuck wait, fuck Si, wait,’ trying to put your legs together because it just feels too good. But Simon spreads your thighs apart, pulling you hy the hair till your head is resting on his shoulder, back still to his scarred and tattooed chest. Hand wrapping around your throat, “Take it easy kitten, shit,” he hisses.

Simon adjusts you, arching your back and guiding your hips down on him. Hard, deep, feeling every single way he stretches you that makes you moan like a porn star. The only sounds being heard is the squelching of your wet cunt every time your walls slobber all over him. Your skin smacking against each other, Simon doesn’t say much today. He’s attentive, making sure you’re feeling good, your pulsing nub all needy. And you hear such a light airy chuckle you almost miss it. Slamming you back down on him that makes you keen out, clawing at his arm now for relief.

“That’s a good girl Kitty, get there f’me.” His voice so damn husky as he nibbled up your neck.

The man has your gasping for air while you cum, making you ride out your own high, watching as you come undone, your hardened peaks of your breasts stiff, how tightly your walls cling to him, your pretty lashes shut— you’re a stunning little thing.

“Good shit,” he breaths out, calloused hands going down your thighs, “Think you make me cum this time?”

But you especially loved it when he fucked you like this.

Head laid back against the pillows. Hips raised over his thighs. Sitting up as he fucked into you. Of course it felt great, it always did. But fuck... his chest.

Every thrust made the fat meat of his pecs bounce. It was hypnotising in a way. The jiggle as they lifted up, the crease against his ribs as they fell back down. You could stare at them all day, and you had, on occasion.

You ran your fingers up his hip as he rutted into you. Too focused on your cunt to notice your fixation. At least he was until you groped his chest. Cupping one pec in your hand and squeezing, thumb flicking over his nipple.

"God your tits are amazing..."

Simon's eyes widened slightly. His lips parting with a surprised whimper. Slamming deep as he came. Leaning over you, arms shaking as he tried to hold himself up.

"Lovie... you can't jus'..."

Normally he'd manhandle you easily. But for once you caught him by surprise. Mid orgasm and replaying the words over in his head you managed to flip him. Rolling on the bed so you could grind down on his cock. Still hot and pulsing inside you as he filled your cunt with cum.

"You like that?" You teased, now grabbing both tits. Jiggling them before pressing them together and groaning at the deep cleavage between. "Should get you a pretty bra for these things..."

He whined. Bright red all the way down to his chest. The scarred skin turning patchy with his blush. It was so adorable.

"Bet you're a bigger size than I am too... couldn't squeeze you into one of mine if you tried... tits would be spilling out..."

His back arched off the bed. Hands flying to your waist to stop you from moving. Unable to take the pleasure anymore. His now soft cock twitching every time you clenched. Cum oozing out and dripping down his balls.

"Maybe a pretty dress too..."

Now was you turned to be shocked. Gasping in surprise when he jolted. Entire body tense as he came again, this time dry. He hadn't even been hard this time.

Simon who falls head over heels for reader. Except he is so fucking scared of messing it up, so scared he’ll end up like his father and lose you. He has no clue how to be a good partner, no clue what he should and shouldn't do. He's been told over and over again by the sergeants how hard it is. His initial instinct is to ask Price for help, Price has been married for years. The problem is, you're nothing like Price's wife, you're not content to stay home all the time and you definitely wouldn't put up with all the shit that Price does. Not to mention Price and his wife have arguments fairly often, bad enough for Price to be sleeping on the couch or even worse when Price has to sleep on base. Simon hates the idea of arguing with you, he wants to do everything he can to be perfect and make you happy. 

So what does Simon do, starts paying very, very close attention to you. He notices the love songs you listen to, the romance books you read, the sweet couple videos you watch. He notices it all, writes it down, and then spends all his free time looking into it. He listens to all the songs you listen to, both so he can learn what to do and so he knows your favorite songs. He watches the couple videos you watch, he makes an effort to do the small things they do. He reads all your favorite romance books, doesn't skip a single part, it's extra helpful when he reads the books you've highlighted, he can see exactly what you like. And when you noticed him reading one of your books “S-simon, do you know what that is?” you asked noting how far he was already into the book, he looked up at you sheepishly “yeah, you liked it right? Wanted to read it for ya” you smiled going over to give him a kiss, you started giving him your books after you finished them for him to read too. 

The number one thing Simon learned is that the small things matter most. He has a little calendar with all the important days marked, he even knows exactly how many days you guys have been together. He checks it regularly because he would hate to miss something important. He plans well in advance, somehow knows exactly what you want to do and what to get you, plus no matter what the event is, if something is happening he is getting you flowers. He almost always gets two bouquets, one of roses and one of your favorite flowers. And whenever they start to die he takes them and plucks the good ones to pressed flowers that he'll give to you later.

Every time before he leaves he makes a point to kiss you goodbye, in fact he refuses to leave if he can't give you his goodbye kiss and tell you he loves you. And every night as you guys are going to be he pulls you close and whispers “I love you, forever and ever” before kissing you, yes it’s a little cheesy but you fucking love it and it lessens your own worry. He even learns how to set automatic messages on his phone, after a lot of struggle, that way every night he still gets to tell you how much he loves you even when he’s on a mission. And the very few times you guys do argue, always about something small and stupid, Simon refuses to go to bed anger, he’ll give you a break if you need but you guys need to talk it out before sleeping, he hates the idea of laying in a bed next to you unable to show you affection, and even worse he hates the idea of sleeping away from you. Simon will always apologize, he hates seeing you upset, and knowing he’s the reason makes him feel even worse, he always goes out of his way to apologize and make sure you know how much he loves you.

He loves loves loves to compliment you, multiple times a day. And not just basic things like complimenting your looks, he will be so dramatic as he calls you a goddess blessing his eyes and the ground before him, is absolutely not ashamed to worship the ground you walk on, and he makes a point to also compliment stuff you do, like your hobbies or achievement,  it’s simple but he knows more than looks matter. You swear that man is in love with your lips with the amount he kisses you, if you're in arms reach he’s pulling you over and kissing you slowly, his touch is soft as he stares at you after the kiss. You can never trick him with little questions, you ask him if he would still love you as a worm or some other odd creatures, he doesn't even bat an eye as he says yes, and he means every word. You ask him some trick this or that question and he immediately picks an answer with the perfect reason, sometimes it's something you didn't even think about. 

Simon goes a little old school, probably from all those old romance songs you like to listen to. He writes you letters, mostly when he’s away but he does it when he’s home too. He goes on and on about how much he loves you and what he would do to see you again, reminds you to stay safe and promises he’ll be home soon. All the letters follow the same pattern, but you love it so much, it gets you through his deployments, you keep all of them, even the little pressed flowers he sends with them. When he’s home he does everything for you, opens your door, helps you put your shoes on, always puts your safety first, and he will and has carried you at your request, it's the middle of the night and you want ice cream? His shoes are already on. He loves doing all the small things because it makes you smile. And after every date once it's dark outside, he puts on some slow music and just dances with you. Nothing big or dramatic, just slow dancing and swaying. Sometimes you guys go outside and sometimes you guys stay inside but without fail he wants to dance with you.

cw: 18+ mdni, nsfw.

And how he’d make naive!reader sit in his lap when he notices and older woman standing in subway isle.

“Thank you, both of you.” The older woman giggles as she takes the empty seat.

“‘S no problem ma’am.” Simon nods, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “She’s so cute isnt she love?”

You can’t even focus, his hardened erection pressing into your ass, in those jeans that Simon loves so much. Couldnt stop staring at the way your thighs spread as you sat down, every curve on you, that charm you have in your brown eyes. You wiggle in his lap but he only presses you down harder, he tsks in your ear, “Don’t move baby, or everyone ‘ere will see just what you do t’me.”

You feel him grow with every shake of the train against you, only smirking as he sees the way you can’t look anyone near you in the eye, heat rising under your skin with that slightly tense look on your face. You try your best to give a smile and wave to the old woman but Simons hands roll down your skin, down your your thighs that makes chills run down your spine, “Bloody hell, can’t wait t’ get off of ‘ere, fuck you right against the wall in the alley across the street from our stop, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Your lips purse out, breath hitching, “Simon!”

“ ‘F Course you would doll,” he draws out, calloused hands going to your hips, giving them a nice squeeze, humping up into you, “Or should I have you keep keep my cock warm right here, sliding it in your hole so eeeeveryone can see that pretty face you only make with me-“

You can’t help the little mewl you let out, his covered manhood pressing against your cunt, “Simon-“

“—I know, I know swee’art,” he coos, kissing your cheek, “Won’t do tha’ to ya.”

The subway rattles again and you bite the inside of your lips, nervous eyes flickering down into the mahogany brown eyes staring back at you. Glint shimmering in them.

“Not here, anyway.”

Simon lets his hand caress the apple of your cheeks from behind, squeeze them together that makes him chuckle, “Would you let me take you to the bathroom though? Hm love?”

You play with your fingers, checking the time on your phone, before muttering so quietly, “For j-just a little bit, I don’t wanna miss my show tonight.”

And the older man underneath you groans happily, eyes crinkling, rubbing his hand up and down your back, you’ve made the man go red in the face, “M just jokin baby, god, you’re so fuckin loveable.”

a/n: I hope you’re hungry— for nothing.

in the midst of a heatwave and thinking about simon riley coming home from base, finding you in your bikini in the paddling pool in the garden, ciggie in one hand, canned cocktail in another, and immediately getting so hard he pulls you out of the pool and fucks you on the grass next to it, bikini bottoms hooked to the side so he can slip inside your sopping cunt.

yeah, the neighbours can see, but they don't mind, they're too busy jerking off to the sight of you getting railed by the terrifying guy that lives next door.

Drenched in sweat, strands of hair sticking to your hot face as you ride Nikolai's cock with everything you have left. Poor thing with your thighs burning, muscles trembling with every bounce, but the Russian only lounges back, hands loosely on your hips, refuses to thrust up, cock dragging along drooling walls as you lift and drop, lift and drop.

"Faster, Malyshka," Nik drawls, tone full of amusement. "You are young, full of energy, da? All those jokes of old men... now you huff and puff like broken steam engine."

A loud, pathetic whine rips from your throat as you force your shaking legs to move quicker. "Nik- p-please. 'm so tired." Voice cracking into a huff, chest heaving. Sweat rolls down between your breasts, cunt clenching hard around his cock, messy and soaked, dripping down his heavy balls. Legs feeling like jelly, muscles screaming as your grind down harder, clit dragging against the coarse hairs at his base with every exhausted roll.

A sharp crack of a hand across your ass makes you squeal, jolting forward. Before you can recover, Captain MacTavish’s rough hands yank your hips down hard, forcing every last thick inch of Nikolai’s cock back inside you until your bodies slam flush together. Both of you groan at the sudden, overwhelming fullness.

"None o' that whinin' lass," MacTavish's burr says behind you grinding you down on Nikolai until you drool. "Ye've been takin' the piss outta us for weeks callin' us decrepit old fucks. Now look at ye, bouncin' like a wee spring lamb. Dinnae stop now. Yer young, full o' fire.. put that young energy tae use."

Broken whimpers spilling from your throat as your burning legs lift once more. The wet schlick-schlick-schlick of your soaked pussy sliding up and down Nikolai’s cock fills the room, filthy and loud. Your arms shake, fingers curling into his broad, hairy chest, breasts bouncing heavily with every exhausted drop.

Before your legs can give out completely, strong hands grab you from behind. MacTavish hauls you off Nikolai in one smooth motion. Your cunt clenches desperately around nothing for a split second before he spins you and pulls you straight down onto Price’s waiting cock.

Price groans deep in his chest as you sink onto him, the new stretch punching the air from your lungs and making your eyes roll back.

“There’s my girl,” he rumbles, voice gravelly and smoky. One large hand lazily cups your breast, thumb flicking over your sensitive nipple. “So fucking wet. All that young stamina… don’t waste it now. Ride me proper.”

You try. God, you try. You start bouncing again, ass slapping rhythmically against Price’s thick thighs. The new angle has his cock dragging right over that devastating spot inside you with every drop, sharp pleasure cutting through the exhaustion like lightning.

MacTavish kneels beside you, slowly fisting his own thick cock, the flushed tip leaking as he watches. "Aye, just like that bonnie. Look at the mess yer makin', soakin' the Captain's balls like a good little slut." He reaches over and pinches your swollen clit, rolling it between calloused fingers until you sob.

Your rhythm falters, legs buckling for a moment. Price tsks softly.

"None of that." he murmurs, eyes dark. "Show us how much energy that pretty young body has."

MacTavish leaned in, breath hot against your ear. "Keep goin' lass. Yer no' done until we say ye are. Bounce harder- let us hear how soeaked ye are for old men."

simon? he slaps with weight. his cock is heavy, girthy, and he sort of just lets it drop against you, wet, blunt smacks across your lips and clit until you’re slick enough that every smack sounds obscene and you’re whining for him to just put it in already.

price slides his. he doesn’t tease so much as he just wants to watch his cock coat with your come. dragging the length of himself through your lips slowly, getting himself nice and wet until his fat head finally catches at your entrance on its own.

kyle’s the kind to feed you only the tip just to pull it out and drag the whole length of his cock up to your clit and back down, notches the head in again, pulls out, drags it back up. he’ll get lost doing it too if you let him, ten-fifteen minutes of it.

So he goes to his most trusted lieutenant, asking for help.

That’s how ghost ends up holding your back against his chest while your boyfriend John is settled in between your legs.

“Look, see that Captain?” Ghosts fingers barely brush your clit, pulling the hood back. “You’re gonna need to show this part some extra love. Kiss it, suck it, lick it, hell, even spit on it.”

Price stares at your pussy with infatuation, drooling at the sight of you being so shy in his best man’s arms. He can feel your legs trembling as they drape over his shoulders.

You immediately let out a soft gasp as prices lips tenderly suck your aching clit.

Now price is a quick learner, and it doesn’t take him long to find just what makes you tick- you make it so easy with your adorable reactions after all.

You’re squirming, panting, whining- “shh shhh shhh,” muses ghost from behind, muscular arms holding you back. “Don’t make it harder for the man.”

He sets you straight with a decent slap to your right tit. You yelp, earning a low chuckle from the man. “Sorry, doll. Force of habit.”

Ghosts eyes trail down your body to where his captain is vigorously working his mouth like a starved man. “Doing well, sir. She’s ‘boutta cum.”

Prices tongue does a lovely flick over your clit before engulfing it whole again in his warm mouth. You can’t help yourself as you desperately roll your hips over his chin and beard, increasing the friction.

Ghost holds you tighter against him, hands resting on the underside of your chest as he whispers something only you can hear. “Cmon, baby. Cum for the captain why don’t ya? And after, we can get to the main event.”

Ghost? The massive man who's knack for slaughter in the field is rivalled by none. More rookies have had nightmares about him than enemy soldiers. He's terrifying in every sense of the word.

But he's so disciplined. You can see it in the way he stands, in how he follows orders without complaint. Some may ask if you think he would be some kind of untamable brat, fighting until the end. No, not at all. Simon is a big strong man but all he needs is to be taken care of. Held gently and for someone to give to him. Instead of all the people who take from him.

Of course its none of your business. You wouldn't bring it up to him, you barely even knew the guy. So you just kept the opinion to yourself. Tucking it away at the back of your mind with the rest of the information about 141.

Until you got invited out with them. And of course a team as... unique... as they were would go to a sex club on their day off. But what the hell. You could use a drink, and it would be fun watching Johnny fail to pull all night.

As expected, Soap was hopelessly flirting with everyone that came his way. Undeterred even after striking out several times.

Kyle and Captain Price had disappeared almost immediately. John mumbling something about paying a pretty bird for a blowjob, Kyle just silently following after him with his head down. Men were so funny sometimes. Embarrassed about their affair even in a place like this. Though you had guessed something was going on between them weeks ago.

Ghost stayed glued to his seat at the bar. Glass untouched in his hand. Staring off into the middle distance. Plenty of people approached him. A big guy like that, of course they would. He didn't even reject them. Just flat out ignored them.

You watched him for a while. Catching every time he focused on a girl passing by. Not the ones that were interested in him, never. But the ones all dolled up for the club. Draped in lace and silks, lips dark and glossy in the dim lighting. His gaze would follow them as the passed. Not hungry like most men, but still a desire. You felt a smile creeping onto your face when you finally felt confident enough near him.

Hand on his arm you leaned close. Not raising your voice, but letting your lips brush against the mask covering his ear.

"Want to go somewhere quiet?" You felt him tense and grinned as you finished with. "I think you need it, sweet thing."

Ghost blinked at you. Eyes wide in surprise. Sweet thing. He rolled the words around in his mind. Suddenly nervous at how heat pooled in his stomach. He was the sweet thing. After just a moment of hesitation he nodded.

When you took his hand he couldn't stop staring. Leading him away while his gaze was stuck on your interlocked fingers.

By the time you led him to one of the private rooms he was already out of it. Hand clammy in yours. Cock straining in his jeans. Precum making the fabric of his boxers sticky against his already flushed skin.

"You gonna kneel for me, baby?" You near whispered as you shut the door behind you. He was down before you'd even finished speaking. Knees thudding against the floor while he stared up at you.

You laughed, cupping his cheeks gently. Pausing, considering your actions before you slowly tugged his mask off. Giving him plenty of time to stop you if it went too far. He didn't even twitch. Light lashes fluttering when your hands graced his bare skin.

"So pretty... you've been hiding from me." You mumbled. Thumb drifting over his lip as a soft whine spilled from his lips. Cheeks splotchy and pink. Scars littering his skin slightly shiny in the low red lighting.

Keeping your hand at the back of his neck you guided him to the velvet couch. He didn't even try to get up, shuffling after you on his knees and staying totally still while you sat.

You pulled him closer till his head rested in your lap. Carding your fingers through his hair. Noting all the places that made him shiver as you scratched his scalp. A soft sob drew your full attention. Simon was shaking. Clinging to your leg as tears soaked into your pants.

"I know, love. It's alright..."

A louder sob shook his shoulders. And you just stayed. Petting his head and rubbing your palm into his shoulders, digging gently into the knots below his neck.