#smut cod

10. Oral/cock sucking -Simon

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Warnings: Oral (s!receiving), dacryphilia, praise kink, drool and spit, hair pulling, daddy kink (use of 'daddy'), D/s dynamics, punishment.

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : fluff, smut

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : headcannons about chubby reader x simon riley!!

To everyone who thinks Simon ‘ghost’ Riley would have a chubby/fat partner. You are spot on, ive thought about this for as long as ive seen ghost and he for sure would.

The comfort that he can do whatever and you will not snap in two just makes him feel alive. With anyone he's been with - any height, body type. Anything. You're the only one who he loves most and God, your body is one of the best things!

He loves to grip onto you, your hips, thighs. Anything he can hold and squeeze without it hurting. Your thick thighs moving around the house could make a man levitate. So fucking hot. Your thighs that flow around the couch when you sit could make him cum on the spot. He loves thick, massive thighs. Needs something to sleep on and they do the trick. The most comfortable night's sleep he's ever had honestly.

Your arse is bigger though, the round plump shape that shakes when he slaps it. Each and everything you bend over his hand connects with your bum, ripples dancing along the fat as you spin around and glare him in the eyes.

"Oi"

"couldn't help it, sorry dove” his stupid smirk soon followed.

He felt powerful. No, he feels invisible when he picks you up, showing off how fucking strong he is. He does it a few times a week at least, he knows he likes it and he knows you do too. You both love it, both knowing you are just a feather to him. Hardly anything worth straining over.

If you are insecure, be prepared for the amount of:

Compliments

Ego booting

Telling off (sorta)

Showing off

Touching

cause theres a lot. His compliments ranged from fluffy stuff to the naughty, wet pussy compliments. The kind of stuff that would get you squirming in your seat, legs closed trying not to let the moist out from your dirty cunt.

"Fucking hell, look at this gorgeous ass body. wann’ just bend you over and show how much I love your thick ass.” He would groan.

When trying on an outfit, then wondering ‘do I look massive?’ almost makes him teleport to you. Your trying on a sexy little piece. One you wouldn't normally wear. When he passes you, his eyes instantly spot your thighs, the soft skin glowing under the dress, then your bum (obviously) then your gorgeous hair. He could practically radiate your bad thoughts.

"God, that looks so good on you, so so pretty. You wearing it anywhere? Well other than with me to bed.” Another smirk. You roll your eyes, you always do to his ridiculous lines like that.

Just on the couch, you're wearing something completely different from normal. Most days you were just comfortable in your underwear or just one of his shirts but today? Today you were in a baggy hoodie and joggers that float around your body, the once flesh now just a sag of material. He knew something was off.

“Dove? What are you wearing?” his eyebrows shoving up to almost his hairline.

"something comfy” your faux smile after just hitting him in the head with what was wrong. Your lies were outrageous and he knew whenever something was going on.

"don't give me that, your body is fucking gorgeous!” He sits next to you and wraps his arm around you which shoves you into his chest. "You shouldn't think anything negative about it. Id just have to prove how fucking beautiful you are” a blush spread across your cheeks. Remembering the last incident when he ‘proved it’.

Out at a bar again, you're too hammered. Way too drunk. You had promised you wouldn't that much because it was a little meeting up with his team. His team loved you, all of them. Price treated you as if you were one of them, Soap loved to come round to yours at least once every few months to try your delicious cooking and Gaz loved how you dress, you two would talk about it and pick out orders from fashion brands together. But anyway! You are outrageously drunk. wankered. Barley able to stand up thats when your truck like boyfriend comes to the rescue. Picking you up and shoving your short little skirt down so you dont flash anything thats his. Clearly flexing his muscles as he does so, showing everyone how built and strong he is.

“time for home love, let's get you sober up hm?”

His arm warped around your waist when he saw you cooking, softly patting your belly and his hand moving down your pants. You sequel "Simon! "I am cooking!” your words really pronounced. It doesn't really look like he cares though with how he carries on. His fingers play with the seams of your underwear before slipping into them, touching your clit slightly. "I need to make your- fuck!” moan as he taps into it hardly. His free hand grabs onto your left boob and squeezes the fat. Your nipples pop through the middle of his fingers when he rubs them in between. You scream out. The sensation of both his hands working at you could just make you feel the orgasm pushing out.

"Recken you could focus on cooking? Divint want burnt food dove” his lips brought to your neck and pecks a soft kiss there. His smug grin could be felt. Dick.

All the sensitivity is working up and creating loud moans and high pitched whines. Your eyes roll back for a second before you focus back on the food, trying not to let it burn. Flipping it over and gribbing his hand from over the fabric. Pushing his fingers onto it more which makes yet another mewl. “dirty little thing, ain't it?” he taps it a few times. Like a pat you give your mate before leaving. And with that he removes himself from the sticky situation. Plopping himself onto the couch, ready for dinner and hoping for dessert.

"Y'very prett', luv."

"Mm." Your eyes, half-lidded by the dim lighting of the room. A large, calloused hand caressing the soft curve of your ass, touch gentle and sweet. You felt good, too good for a bastard like Price, master manipulator and man whore to women. He loved the way you sat on his cock, riding him, back arching as you hid your moans into your own shoulder.

'Course, he could help ya, rub the swollen nub of your clit, puffy bundle of nerves like that throbbed for attention. But you felt too fucking good for him to care about your orgasm. Your hips rolling in a fixed rhythm, pussy squeezing 'im real good. You oozed arousal, left a creamy ring of pleasure dripping down his cock; if he didn't know better he'd bust a baby into you.

So damn tempted to just ruin your future, poor thing. All you prolly wanted was some fun with your neighbor, little one night stand. He was such a creep - you were sure he couldn't keep his eyes off of you since you moved in. Leaving his windows wide opened, gave you a lovely view of his life, couldn't help but welcome him to the same luxury; the one of you fingering yourself near your window.

Such a tease, made Price glad you finally caved and came by for a good fuckin'. Didn't know if he could take much more of your painfully slow rubs against your clit, loved making him brood and grunt over the sex toy that got to treat you rather than himself. By the end of your "sessions" he was left drooling, fisting his cock and pretending it was your pretty hands pawing at him. 'magined you had a gentle touch, mischievous too, softly nipping just to earn a thrustful into your throat.

However, reality was so much harder on him. You were such a good fuckin' girl. Let him grab you by the throat or hair without a whimper, maybe a mewl or whine just so your womb could be kissed by the head of his cock again. All the nights he imagined fucking you until you couldn't walk were humbled when you made him cum with just some kitten licks to the cum beading slit of his cock. Felt his whole body shake and shiver a nice warm load into your mouth.

Fucking succubus you were, pushing him into the bed while he was already so vulnerable and pliant. Crying as you bounced on his dick like an energetic pup. Let him take a few slaps and grabs at your ass and breasts. Pinching and tugging your nippes as a way to "get back at you."

Sure, Price, you're the boss. S'long as you gift another splatter of your warm seed.

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