#simon ghost x reader

pt.2 to this ⟢

want had begun to consume him. hunger crawling over him, hunching his shoulders, biting at his gums. he wanted a fucking taste of you, your sweet skin, your sticky spit. god, fuck, anything, as long as it was you.

it didn’t help the way you’d throw your head back, giggling yourself breathless at johnny’s jokes. he couldn’t even spare the jealousy, pupils splintering at your bared, arched neck. the way your breasts heaved as you caught you breath, the way your lips cracked wide, pretty, pearly teeth out.

beneath his belt was a mess. boxers wet, stuck against his sweating flesh. his poor cock had been crying out for hours, raised up, thudding with every whoosh of his blood. it was like nothing he’d ever experienced, need trapping him in his own skin till all he could do was writhe.

but he took his chance when you disappeared into your bedroom. falling to his knees, he couldn’t fucking think straight, desperation clinging to his skin, clogging up his brain. you didn’t have time to react to his advances, his thick fingers curling around your thigh, hips shuffling until he was settled over your shoe.

“simon, get up.” you shook your head, surprised at his actions. but he didn’t listen, pressing his crying cock against you. and he humped, grinding himself down onto your shoe, your leg. it was the most pathetic thing you’d ever seen, yet it had your stomach cloying with something so utterly dangerous.

“p-please, baby,” he whimpered, jaw dropping as he pressed his mouth against the sweetness of you cunt, so close but hidden away behind the softness of your joggers. “c-can’t…. don’t make me go back out there like t-this.”

it was like something you’d never seen before, the anguish in his tone. he was so gone, so beyond saving, it was almost sad. your gut wrenched, fingers crawling over the back of his head, grabbing the short roots of his blonde hair tight. you pulled, wrenching his panting, whining mouth off you.

he stared up at you, eyes dizzy. you felt his hips as they ground down harder. his gaze was full of awe, just fucking himself at the sight of you. it was working, every grind had him dripping into his boxers, the longer he stared the closer he got. you were just so perfect, so pretty, he couldn’t help the way his brain jumbled up, balls perking up in the sparking excitement.

he was fucking up against you, so desperately. every thrust tight, rolling his stuffy cock against the denim of his jeans. the friction had him delirious, had his tongue rolling out, drooling up at you like some animal. but the sting in his spine was too strong to care, to stop himself. release pricking his skin, burning at his stomach and so he sped up, ground harder.

his tongue lolled out, so hungry for a taste of your skin. maybe you’d shove your fingers down his throat, let him gag on them, maybe you’d try and silence him with them. maybe you’d slather his tongue in your spit, forcing him to swallow it down. just the thought had him crying out, so lost in the pleasure he’d absolutely forgotten about the scottish lad sitting back in the living room.

“you’re not going to cum, simon.” your words weren’t harsh, but they had him flinching, eyes widening, nails grabbing into your flesh as you stepped away. you bent down slowly, matching his height. you were close enough to smother in his panting breath, close enough to watch the tears drip down his flushed cheeks.

“you’re going to sit out there like the good boy you are, and wait ‘til johnny leaves. if you last long enough, maybe you’ll get to finish tonight, baby.” you finished off with a press of your tongue to his lower lip, spit dripping down the pink pillow, before stepping around him and exiting.

you, who was created by him and a fae consort. you, who was fathered by the very man who now owns you, and sits you on the throne besides his.

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pairings : husband!riley x fem!reader

Genre : breeding kink, 18+, smut, mdni, dirty talk, language, no plot, just filth and breed :p

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Tags : @yournansstuff, @girlvsghost, @coeurbrule

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simon, your, insatiable husband, with a need for a baby, has you folded in half, your legs pressed against his chest, his forearm locked around your thighs to keep you pinned in your place.

and god... he'd been at it for what felt like hours. maybe an hour. or maybe it was two. but again you'd stopped keeping track a long time ago.

the two couldn't be more different. simon was years older than his brother—your boyfriend—to the point where simon was already graduated when his little brother had entered primary. the two weren't particularly close, the considerable age gap being the culprit.

they never bonded over women because being born in two different eras did that, or what music they listened to. simon liked heavy rock, the kind that thrummed a headache in his skull if put on blast. his brother liked soft, soothing instrumental such as classical or jazz.

one thing they could agree on was you. whether simon admitted it or not, he liked you. a lot. more than he should like his baby brother's shy little girlfriend, with soft mannerisms and shy gate. it was wrong the way his eyes lingered, dark irises consumed by the black of his pupil. he's been told countless times he had a staring problem. did it offset him?

never.

he got worse.

because he saw the way you squirmed under his gaze while wrapped under his brother's arm. he saw how possessively you were tugged along beside him, like you were a mere doll to be puppeted around and shown off.

and he saw the soft, purple bruises that marred your skin before you tugged the sleeve back down. he wondered how many more of those ugly blemishes ruined your perfect skin, how much happened behind closed doors that he didn't know about.

perhaps it was the age gap that simon didn't realize what a piece of scum his father made of his younger brother. because when you showed up at his doorstep, out of all people, with rear tracks down your puffy cheeks and dried blood from an unknown source on your skin, he saw red.

Rain

Simon Riley x fem!reader

The rain began pouring out of nowhere, enveloping the world in a never-ending, blurry mantle.

Reflections of running figures emerged in the puddles forming on the busy street, all of them scrambling to find shelter from the merciless storm.

Everyone was in a hurry, besides you.

Your clothes and shoes were soaked, and yet you were singing, swaying, and twirling beneath the downpour.

Simon's attempts to bring you under the tree where he'd found refuge were futile. No matter how much he tried to reason with you, you just looked at him and kept smiling.

"Love, you'll catch a cold!" he screamed through the thunderstorm.

"And this is why I have you... to take care of me!" you shouted back.

All he could do was stare at you, shaking his head with a ghostly smile gracing his tired features. He pulled out his phone, wanting to capture this simple moment - when you were carefree, spontaneous, just living.

At some point, you extended both of your hands toward him, motioning for him to join you. Simon knew he should refuse, but how could he decline his lover? How could he deprive you of such happiness?

Still filming, he joined you without a second thought, wrapping his free arm around your waist to pull you close to his chest. For a few seconds, he filmed the two of you with the front camera, joy visible in your eyes as you gazed at each other.

And then you kissed him.

With that, the video ended.

He replayed it countless times.

Many times a day.

It was his favorite video of you. The one where you were carefree, spontaneous... alive.

hi lovely! of course, i hope you enjoy! thank you for the request as well, how exciting! 🤍

pt.2 right here, love! ⟢

simon’s heart thuds, heartbeat crisp as his pulse races down the shell of his ear, blood flow running too quickly through his thin veins. its dizzying, mind struggling to keep up, struggling to keep up with the pace you’ve set.

your smooth tongue cascades into his mouth, coaxing his teeth apart until it’s gliding over the wetness hiding behind the pearls. simon breathes heavy, panting into your mouth as the pink muscle of his tongue stretches over yours, curling and circling yours as if on the battlefield.

“eh, not too cocky now…” you trail off, the soft pillows of your lips suddenly closing in on his outstretched tongue. you suck, bobbing your head ever so slightly, letting your own drool run down til it’s pooling in the back of his throat, the crevices of his teeth.

simon’s whimpering, hips thrusting up lazily, subconsciously. you’re hovering right over him, applying no pressure to the rough hardness beneath you. he can feel the underside of his cock dig against his zipper, thickening by the second til the metal begins to hurt, begins to imprint into his sensitive skin.

“god, please, love,” his voice curls around the words, accent thick and heady with the impending desperation that shadows him. his fingers, once settled on your thighs slide to your hips, forcing you down.

the warmth of your sweet cunt on top of him is painful, has his cock kicking up, and he can feel the way it spurts sticky pre. his boxers are surely a mess, glued to his skin with the mess he’s creating of himself. but he can’t help his humps, hips tilting till he finds the right angle, jutting himself against you till youre moaning into his mouth.

“you’re so desperate, baby, why don’t i-“ and as your fingers fall to his belt, you freeze, both jumping out of your skin when heavy knocks shake the front door. simon’s eyes flash open, staring up at you in a angry mix of desperation and disappointment.

“no, baby, no, i need you. jus- jus’ ignore whoever it is,” he pleads, big brown eyes drowning in something so heavy, so much desperation its sweating from his pores. he holds you tighter, fingertips crushing your hips as you begin to stand.

“can ‘ear ya’ bastard ass ‘n t’ere, open up!” johnnys voice rings out rough, accent cutting through the thick atmosphere, lust oozing off the two of you. you press a quick kiss to simon’s lips before raising and skipping over to the door, johnny was a sweetheart, presence always welcome.

though simon could beg to differ, whimpering out under his breath. he can feel the tears bead along his lower lash line, he’s so worked up. the warmth your body left behind already beginning to fade, and he can’t help but squeeze his cock tight, relishing in what could be around him, on top of him, sliding down onto him.

a tear falls at the same moment his angry tip cries out, he’s sticky in the face and beneath the belt. but as johnny comes stomping inside he wipes his face. his shoulders curl in defeat, lower lip trembling slightly. he’s going to be stuck here, long drawn out hours, with a twitching cock and nothing to do about it.

when the bloke falls beside him, feet already kicked up on the coffee table, is when he turns. johnny looks over simon, eyebrow raised curiously at his curled in personality, not even a glance towards the scottish fella.

it was past midnight when you shivered awake, teeth chattering softly, turning towards the warm body laying beside you. you expected simon to pull you into his arms, but instead he slid your panties down your thighs, and lifted your leg just enough to guide himself in, cockwarming you.

you fought the urge to rock against him. his face was exhausted from the long mission, dark circles carved beneath his eyes, so you'd bitten your lip, in an attempt to conceal your moans.

you tried to fall back asleep but every time you shifted your body, his cock would brush that sweet spot that made your eyes roll back in pleasure.

he'd unconsciously thrust, groaning in his sleep, whenever your walls squeezed around him, and you'd feel his hot, thick cum filling you again and again.