#older!simon

And you unravel so beautifully, thighs shaking, pulsing around his long fingers, slick drenching them. It’s almost dizzying how good you cum so much so you lose yourself while Simons connected your lips, it’s so sweet. Bewitching, getting you all worked up all over again.

Usually when you’re taking him, he has to give you a swat on the thigh or ass so you dont try to take all of him at once, but you were taking it nice and easy today. Just like he taught you. Slowly taking Simon’s veiny member inch by inch, practically choking his airway by how tight your cunt was. His eyes fluttered closed his eyes, letting out a breath in relief once you bottomed out, tip giving a slight kiss to your cervix. Christ, this was were he was meant to be. Inside your drenched pussy for the rest of his life.

He’s kneading at you hip, other hand caressing your your stomach (freak) up to your jaw.

“Took it so good princess. So fuckin warm, love that shit.”

Awww, he was being sweet.

No actually this time, when you were good by ‘helping him out’ after being away for so long Ghost was soft with you. Praised you, worshiped you, thanking God for letting him get back to your pretty face, sweet voice and mesmerizing cunt. And it’s so slow when you start moving, his head of blonde hair resting on your shoulder, shuddering breaths leaving his mouth. Like a wave, he’s drowning in the feeling. Drowning in you. Addicted to whatever mystical being that you were. He’d drown a million times if it meant being with here in his big arms, holding you so you’d melt into each other.

He didn’t know if he could admit, his precious thing, he needed you. It made him sick thinking of a life without you. He had to have you. Forever and a thousand more years, to hell and back.

“Missed you so much Daddy mmph- so happy you’re b-back,” you gasped, you were completely and utterly full, hips rotating and moving up and down on his length, all you could do was mewl, “Did so good out there baby. Protectin everyone— fuck- protecting me.”

If you thought that the military man didn’t have a praise kink, you’d be absolutely wrong. Your words were like music to his ears, his eyes finding you and that beautiful enthralled in ecstasy face. the real reason he was able to continue in day in and day out doing his job that was fucking his brain up. You were a sign that he was doing something right.

“I’m a baby? Babies protect the world, huh?” his lips curved up.

“y-yeah,” you whined, fuck, you were barley thinking. Babbling.

“Yeah?”

“Yes pa, mmph- you’re my baby.” You sniff, your waterline filling with tears. Even if you’re the one doing all the moving this time, Simons good, too fucking good at making you feel— well— good. And he’s everything. Everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed, so much so, it doesn’t feel real. His hands are everywhere, pulling, kneeding, nibbling. Focused on getting you there because you felt divine around him, just how you were supposed to be.

“That’s fuckin silly love, can’t be your baby and your daddy, that doesn’t make any sense does it?”

What an annoying brat this man was, you slap at his shoulder as he laughd, pulling you chest to chest, your nipples getting hard from the friction. “D-Don’t tease.”

“You love it, the way youre squeezin me, you definitely fuckin missed it. juuuuust how you love my dick. Shit, wanna make me cum? Don’t you baby? Use me. Ride it just how you want and make your daddy cum.”

And it’s fucking loud as you slam yourself down on him, the clap, clap, clap of your skin colliding together with every movement. You don’t even know how your eyes didn’t glue themselves to the back of your eyelids yet because the way Simon was stretching you out, keeping you niiiice and full as you clawed at his back, you should have. All you can do is gasp as your orgasm takes over you, you try pulling yourself away, but Simons pulling you closer. Whispering, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, it’s okay princess. Feel it. You can handle it.”

You’re a fucked out, mewling mess but still, Simons there. His mouth connecting to your nipples, sucking and biting as his hands on your hips, rutting up into you, he grips your curls with one hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes, “Fuckin move [+], told you to use me.” And it doesn’t matter that you’re exhausted, tears streaming down your face, your hips burning, sobbing that it’s too much. You’re some how, very sloppily, moving your hips because you were Simons good girl, you’d do anything to make him feel just as good as you did.

“Ahuh, that’s girl, my pretty baby girl.” Ghosts practically bruising your hips, groaning at how good your tight cunt is as he plops you up and down on his cock. You feel is length twitch and the tiny movement sends you over the edge again, screaming a pornographic moan as a shit, shit, shit leaves the scarred man’s mouth.

“Fuck meeee baby, that’s it, milk it.”

It’s so soft, light, as Simon cums inside you. His tattooed arms holding onto you like a vice, keeping you steady so you’d take everything he gave you, whispering in your ear of how good you were for your Pa. How he was so happy to be back in your arms. He’d lay you both down as you passed out and bundling you both up in the comforters. All while making sure you stay stuffed with him, because after you both took a much needed rest— Ghost would be back at it by sunrise.

Fucking you like you were the last person on earth.

a/n: would you believe me if I said this has been sitting in my drafts since February? Lmk what you think. Inspo: Cherry Waves by Deftones obvi.

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if you had a glow to you, it was because you were often fucked out. most women your age through that dating an older man would mean having to go slow. be patient about technical difficulties regarding their cocks. that was what you expected from a man that old. especially one with aches and pains like simon. your poor si, he had been in the military his entire life. barely had the touch of a woman during that time! poor guy! of course you'll teach him all the ways a woman should please a man. the first time you ran your tongue on the underside of his cock he cam all over your head, and while you whined. it made you crazy hot. fucking simon was like fucking a live wire. he hadn't slowed down with age. he fucked like a stallion in breeding season. and he loved when he pulled his heavy cock into you. you once told him that he could be a cervix breaker. and he simply said, "well, if i break it... i can't breed it." which made you go slack jaw for a moment before he continued to rut up against you. you didn't expect a man of his age to have a breeding kink.

you practically begged your doctor to give you birth control, because he was not buying condoms. "don't fit in 'em, lovie." he said as he patted his clothed cock when you started dating. you knew that was impossible, condoms could fit a lot of things and while simon was fairly big. he could fit in a condom. but, no. when you tried to put them on yourself, he simply took it off, tossed it to the side and pinned you under his heavy weight. legs in the air as he rutted against you like a hungry animal.

he was so much bigger than you. wide shoulders, strong thighs and a bit of a gut to keep you folded under him. there was a masculine heft to him. he was strong, picking you up was easy to him even when you tried to tell him your weight. one time he gripped you by the waist with one arm and moved you out of the way. you kicked and squeaked as you were moved. but to simon it was easy as lifting heavy equipment. but that softness to some of his muscles really got you hot all over. it didn't help that part of your role as his girlfriend was to make sure that your man was fed. you cooked him meals and he over devoured in your sweet dessert. he loved you in an apron. all domestic and sweet for him. you were real wifey material. could easily be cooking meals for him and the kids in a few years. you can have a graduate degree and a few riley babies. "look good cookin' for me, darlin'. know how to make a proper meal for your man." you wouldn't admit but his words excited you.

simon can be a little... chauvinistic. it was just his age. while he respected female colleagues in the military and was beyond happy that you were getting your degree. he'd do things for you that you could clearly do on your own. like when you tried to fix the leaky tap in your flat. or when you try to carry all the groceries inside. yes, darling, you're a strong woman. but let him take over. take care of you. that was what a man did right? he'll cut the onions for you and try to fix your buggy wi-fi connection. he's pay for dinner every time and even get you dessert after. he'd wipe your face clear of the sweet treat you'd have. "don't ask her anything too difficult, johnny. she doesn't need to be thinkin' too hard." he once said with his hands over your ears and glared at his teammate. which only made the scotsman laugh. simon didn't mind if he had to take over. he'd never pull the rug out from under you, even when you were under him. you looked prettier under him, letting him take charge of your fucking. he took care of his girl, even when you whined and told him you were capable. there was no need to whine. simon needed to take care of his much smaller, much weaker baby girl. no need to break a nail trying to do stuff that simon could easily do for you.

even with the grey in his blond hair, he still kept up to you. there were times that you were too exhausted from day-to-day that you let simon rut between your thighs until he covered your round ass with his hot cum. you'd whimper which would turn into a yelp when he easily slipped his heavy cock into your sweet pussy. where it belonged. he fucked you heavily as his cum coated your behind, even trailing down your sloped back as you had your head in the covers.

“Simo—“

It’s quick, he’s grabbing your forearm, dragging you to the living room and placing you on the couch. A pout forms on your lips, you already know you’re in for it. Internally cursing at yourself, your big brown eyes follow his movement to the steps upstairs.

“I-I don’t want to.” You squeaked out. And Simon stops in his tracks, eyes squinting at you.

“ ‘S it ‘bout what y’want? The fuck did I tell you to do?”

Without another word, he’s up the steps and you can feel the lump in your throat build. He’d let you sit in fear for a few minutes, restless, heart beating louder than the house creaking. You hear Simons heavy footsteps as he comes back downstairs, your brown eyes on him again, and this time his hands aren’t empty.

A little vibrator with a remote in one hand, a pack of cigarettes in the other. He sat on the couch and looked over at you, “Gonna get in daddy’s lap or am I gonna ‘have t’make you?”

Most didn’t know unless you were on an opposing person, Simon was ridiculously heavy handed. Calloused & large hands that were good with multiple weapons of destruction were also good at keeping things in order. Keeping you in order. And the first smack is like a strike of thunder. Egregiously loud, painful, “It hurts!” You yelp out trying to get out of his hold.

“‘S meant to,” he grunts, his lips in a thin line, pulling you back on his lap, rubbing your bottom, soothing it.

The next couple smacks has you thrashing around, trying to apologize ‘I’m sorry’ ’I didn’t mean to’ and trying to get out of this man’s grasp so much he pinned your arms behind your back, smacks down to your thighs now—

Letting out a sigh through his nose, “Make it worse f’y’self, don’t give a shit kid.”

And you sob, body jerking with every swat, then resetting itself properly over Simons lap. Your ass was raw by the time he’d decided to stop, something the older man knew he’d have to take care of later because it would be purple from how bad he bruised it.

Simon almost wants to ask if you’re the crazy one here because despite him making sure your ass was busted and blue— your panties were soaked. To the point it’s starting to get his jeans wet. It’s almost laughable. Almost.

He slides your panties to the side, dipping a thick finger inside the wet ocean that was your hole then replacing said finger with a devilish little vibrator Simon only brought out to fuck with you. And you despised the little thing. Simon lifted you off his lap and to sat you on the ground, right on your aching bottom so he’d see you cry a little more.

You looked so gorgeous crying for him.

He gave you a devlish grin, sucking your remnants that was left on his finger. “You stay like that till I say.”

You frantically shake your head, wiping away the tears, “Daddy I- hicc- I can’t. I can’t do it.”

Simon thinks for a moment, taking a cigarette out of the pack. He cracks his neck, lighting the cigarette after a few ‘flick’s of the lighter that sat it on the coffee table, raising two fingers as he rests his elbows on his knee.

“Got two options, you know ‘em don’t you?” or was your brain already fizzled out?

You’d either: take the vibrator out yourself and make this whole situation ten times worse or you’d handle it.

Good girls handled it, didn’t they?

The blonde had turned the tv on, a burning cigarette hanging from his mouth, nursing a glass of whiskey. His eyes were on the monitor, fully laid back like what was happening to you wasn’t happening, but he’d kept you in the corner of his eye. Observing, watching as you withered to a complete, fucked out mess.

“Pa, I wan- I wanna stop. I’m sorry.” You keened, you were fully laid on the floor. Your body trembling on the carpet.

But all Simon did was lift his pointer finger to his lips, shushing you.

“Hear that?” and your eyes are shaky following his gaze as he gestured to the quiet of the room. The only thing heard was the murmur of the tv and your soft mewling as that damned vibrator humming inside you. “It’s what it should always sound like when you don’t piss me off. I don’t think you understand that yet though.”

“I do! I do pa-“

“Shut your fuckin mouth [+].”

Slowly but surely turning the vibrator up, up, up and that fatherly sixth sense kicks in because he knows you, and I mean really knows you. The way you moan, the way you squeeze your legs together for friction, closing your eyes shut because you’re about to cum and at the exact right moment, he turns it all the way down so you won’t.

And every time you beg, plead for forgiveness, you whine, sob, roll around on the floor like a god damn animal. You’d reach out to hold on to him, he’s pushing you off, right on your tender bottom, and turning up the tv.

Simon doesn’t want to hear it. It gives him a headache.

And it goes on like that, for hours.

It could’ve been days and you wouldn’t have realized. edging you to completely dumb you down and sub you out, till you’re on the brink of insanity.

Shaky breaths, and a tear stained face, face laying on the couch and drool & snot wetting the cushions, mumbling incoherent words.

And then you hear it, God speaking, “Come here Kitty.”

And it takes everything in you to pull yourself off the floor, legs just about ready to give out with every little step you made towards Simon. You stood in between Simons thighs, flopping down on your knees and full on weeping into Simons thigh. Oh the dramatics.

Your chest rapidly moved up and down, choking on your on tears. Ghosts large hand came down from what seems to be heaven, taking your face in his hand. You immediately leaned into it, your eyes finding his.

“You understand doin this shit is annoyin don’t you?”

“I- I understand.” you hiccuped, biting your lip to hold in whatever cries were still left in you.

“I don’t like beatin you but you have to understand. You don’t curse at me and bitch all fuckin day and think I’ll let it slide. Didn’t raise you like that, have I?” Simons huffs, going through the end table in search of something, then places it in your hands. “Wipe your face doll.”

“No sir,” you sniffle, wiping away whatever mess was on your face has been left there with the tissues Ghost gave you. “I- I was- I wasn’t bein smart.”

“No, no you weren’t. You were a dumb little brat. You use your words when you’re annoyed at me, think it’s quite a simple thing I ask of you and still you went and threw a tantrum. Almost gave me a headache from that whinin… but it’s just a little fuck up huh, honey?” He lifted your chin in his fingers, still his pretty baby, just a little absent minded.

“Yes sir, I- hmm- hicc- I wanna be gooood,” you slurred, gripping his hand in your own. He hummed, gently pulling you into his arms. Your body immediately melted against him, rubbing your face in his neck as his hands rubbed your back. You hadn’t even realized you started humping his thigh, soft whines leaving your plump lips.

He chuckles, “Damn, you’re fuckin trouble, thinkin with your fuckin cunt. Such a slut. Think I should help you? Hm, let you cum once?” One of his hands trail from your neck, down the valley of your breasts to your ruined underwear, bucking his hips against yours.

You moaned just from his touch, “Need you- need you shoo bad daddy. Only you. I’ll be good- promise! I’ll be good!”

“Turn around then, you know what to do.”

Like instinct, you got your hands and knees on the couch. Gripping the back of it and lifting your ass in the air. Simon ripped your panties off, sliding two fingers inside your cunt to fetch the vibrator that had hiked up inside you. You moaned, lashes fluttering shut and body finally going limp from exhaustion once he pulled it out. Simon caught you though, gripping onto your cheeks from behind and squeezing them together.

“Ah, ah, ah, stay with me now doll, gotta give you what you asked for.”

And all you can do is take it because it’s truly what you need after he’s out you through the wringer. Daddy’s cock giving you a nice and hardy K.O.

“Biiiig stretch, come on baby, fuckin chokin me ‘ere.” He’s rocking into you, slow. Making sure you’re stuffed and every vein of his pulsing dick that was splitting you in half.

As soon as he’s fit himself fully inside your pussy, a smack lands on your bruised ass. You look back at him with those big doe eyes, so fuckin sexy, “Hurts pa.”

“I’m sorry doll,” Ghost crooned, hands trailing up and down the sides of your hips. “Didn’t mean to.” Force of habit.

Your bottom lip stuck itself out, eyebrows furrowing, “You’re lyin.”

That damned smirk can’t help but form on his lips, chuckling before slamming his hips into yours, “Fuck, you’re my pretty girl for a reason. Know me. so. damn. well.”

Simons jackhammering into your cunt, fast and incredibly rude thrusts into your velvety walls. So fucking big, you could see the budge forming in your stomach in your low eyes with every kiss Simon gave your uterus with the tip of his dick.

“I can- I can feel it, alllll the way in my throat pa,” your fucking blabbering whatever was coming to mind, drool starting to come out of your mouth. “ ‘mazin, so amazin daddy. Thank you, thank you,” Hearts were forming in your eyes.

“Tch, So fuckin stupid on my cock, a brainless kitty. You love it, don’t you sweetheart?”

You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head “Love it soooo m-much nnngh!”

Ghosts hand cums down to your puffy cunt, giving your clit a little flick with his fingers before slowly starting to rub it.

“ ‘M sensitive. It’s sensitive Daddy.” You mumbled, trying to push his hand away but all he did was rub harsher, cooing, “Shhhh, I knooow kid, it’s okay, lean into it.”

Your breath hitched, eyes widening as your stomach turned, you knew that feeling. Too strong, to powerful, too much— “No, ‘s too much-”

“-Cut it out [+],” Simons voice is sharp, it drops lower. the slouching of your sopping cunt and his precum getting louder by the second with every movement.

“The couch’ll get messyyy!” You mewled, You were kicking your legs, as if that would do anything with the position you were in.

Ghost grabbed you by the hair, tight, pulling you you into him, growling in your ear, “Then get it fuckin messy you filthy. bitch.”

And it’s like a guns gone off, you see every single white star forming in your eyes, your whole body shaking, fucking spraying the couch with your juices as you scream. Creaming all over Simons length, dripping down your thighs.

And Simon holds you against his chest, a tender kiss meets your forehead, “good girl, princess.”

a/n: celebrating 2k!!! Thank you everyone so so much!! I love youuuu stinkas🥺 I’m not all that confident in my work but at least one of you reads it. I’m greatful. In the words of Marge Simpson, “whoever you are, thank you🥺😘”

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