#toxic simon

in comes könig, who actually helps you grab the object you need, and when you turn around to thank him (thinking it’s simon maybe?) you’re startled to see this fucking humongous wall in front of you, wide eyes and lips parted in awe as you take him in

“you’re really pretty, are you single?” his lips pull into a soft smile, leaning closer to you, his beautiful azure and green eyes staring into your soul as you open and close your mouth like a fish

“back off, mate” your boyfriend, simon, finally decides to enter the conversation by shoving you behind him, crossing his arms and staring at the other man

könig stands up to his full height, making even simon look small, and lifts his hands in a surrendering gesture, “sorry, and you are?”

“their fucking boyfriend, so move it”

könig looks him up and down with a lifted eyebrow, tilting his head to the side to look at you and take in the embarrassment you clearly feel at the way he’s acting

“so why weren’t you helping them?” he points to the high shelf, tone slightly accusing, as he looks down at the british man

“none of your business, mate, get away” simon moves closer to the man with a threatening stance, eyes cold as he glares at him

“i’m just saying, if you’re the boyfriend, you should help like a boyfriend” könig shrugs his shoulders, stepping around simon to get to you, phone in hand and reaching you, “may i have your number, schnitte?”

your cheeks heat up under the stare from both your boyfriend and this man, but he’s been so nice that you decide you finally want to take control, and give him your number

warnings .: smut, mdni 18+, v! penetration, kinda toxic simon.

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simon riley who gets turned on when you cry. he feels like an asshole about it but he can’t help it, you’re just so pretty when you cry!

your passionate ranting stuttered by your sobs, tears just pooling in your eyes as you try to control your emotions. the second simon presses a hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing just under your eye, you stop thinking and let the waterworks run.

he’s frowning at the words that you express, listening closely to everything you’re saying. sure he’s getting hard but he’s a good multitasker — “i know, baby. how could they do that to you.” he’s nodding along, shifting in his seat and adjusting the tension in his pants.

simon’s gaze is stuck to your puffy lips, your saltwater tears making them slightly chapped. he’s pressing his thumb into your bottom lip, swiping over it and telling you to calm down and breathe; his thoughts running wild to the sound of your uneven gasps and hiccups, reminding him too well of how you sound underneath him.

the same tears that stain your cheeks when he's folding you over and stretching you out. he's comforting you again, in more ways than just words. "y'feel better, bun?" "still cryin'? my poor, baby."

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

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you meet a mysterious, hot guy named simom riley on a dating app, just looking for a quick hook upm you didnt expect how cruel he could be

Toxic Simon who meets you on a dating or hooking up app. you two exchange info like: kinks, name, age and small details. like music taste or jobs. Then decide when to meet up and where.

Toxic Simon decides on his place, so he wouldn't need to move and he doesn't have to struggle out your window or run off to some cheap hotel and probably catch something.

Toxic Simon who asks for nudes, even though he was gonna see you in like an hour. Pushes you gently, just so you wouldn't be scared but he still gets what he wants.

“Come on, be a doll. I'll treat you like the good girl you are if you do?”

Toxic Simon who gets you all flustered until you give up and send a nice picture of your tits, ready for him to fuck you senseless. He then texts you to show up in something a sket would wear, then states it shouldn't be hard for you to find something becausee you are a little whore.

Toxic Simon who hurrys for you to get there, and when you do get there, he stands in the doorway. Looking at your slutty outfit, showing everything you can without getting arrested.

toxic simon who grabs onto your face and makes you look at him, your legs trembling with the cold late night breeze of the UK. His thumb swipes across your lips and he pulls you indoors.

The toxic Simon who commands you to go wait upstairs while he goes to do something important, and that you do, you hurry upstairs and sit patiently on his bed. The warmth of it sinks you in and the scent of him fills your nostrils. His smell making a wet spot in your panties grow.

Toxic Simon who came up with some handcuffs and a gag. Something you talked about liking a few hours ago. Well he did, you noted you were fine with pretty much everything.

He kisses your forehead before flicking you so you're lying down on his bed, climbing on top of you while kissing your lips. Soon making out with you, his hands are around your body, trailing up and squeezing certain areas. Bringing his hands up to your tits and groping them so fucking hard.

Toxic Simon who slips his hands then down to your knickers, dragging off your panties. Not even lifting up your little skirt.

“cant fucking wait” he growls and gets rid of his belt and slips his dick out.

Toxic Simon who starts fucking you like nothing you have ever experienced before. His thrusts are filled with hatred and pure anger. You wonder what the fuck is going through his mind? His hips connect with yours as if it was your punishment, a punishment for being alive. Your guts get pounded out at an unbelievable rate. In, out, in out. Over and over. Spilling wetness all down your thighs.

toxic simon who covers your mouth when your moans grow, “shut your fucking mouth, loud bitch” poison spews through his words. Your muffled mewls make you almost gag.

Toxic Simon who then is tired after a bit of holding his hand over your mouth, his hands slap your stupid face for being so disgustingly vulgar and he gets the gag. Shoves it onto your mouth and makes sure you can not speak. Why would you need to speak? He could do it all for you anyway.

Toxic Simon who then speeds up after your unnecessary noises are put to a stop too. His hips connecting over and over with yours, skin slapping together that would for sure leave a big red mark the next day. Soon the water drops came. The amount of stimulation: the gag, the slapping and the brutal fucking was too much.Yourr tear ducts spark water drops that trail down your cheek, hovering over the gag. sSlippingthrough it and landing in your mouth.

Toxic Simon who glares at you crying.

“What are you crying about? Too much for you to handle?” He followed that with a faux pout.

"Fucked you that hard you're crying?” he chuckles at your fucked out face.

Toxic Simon who then fucks even harder into you, hitting that just right spot that could make you orgasm on the spot. His hand pulls onto your wrist as you try to push him off. The brute force of him pushes you back and he pins your wrist down. Squeezing it in two. Then pounding into you once more, getting deeper into the right spot. His thick cock filling and stretching you out.

Toxic Simons phone goes off, you jump at it unexpectedly. When he grabs to reach it his dick inside of you hits an uncomfortable angle that almost hurts. His phone was on his dresser, he grabs it and before he answers he grunts, "I need you to stop being a slut for a moment, It's's important.” you nod at him, unknowing how you were even being a slut! The way he added a rough voice to the word ‘slut’ melted your brain.

You had expected him to stop while he was on the phone, but he didn't. The pace kept up and your hand was brought to your face, pushing the gag more in so you didn't get slapped again for something you didn't even really do wrong.

"You what? You stupid fucking cow!” he shouts down the speaker to the unknown person on the other side.

Your cunt gets wet, socken at his horrible, disgusting words. You know his cock was massive and he was already fucking you almost dumb but you needed more.

The hands that were on your mouth, well gag, had trailed down your pretty body and onto your clit. Fiddling and tapping it while his eyes glare down at you. Wondering what you were doing.Youu mewl and your back arches. With that he slams further into you, he groans.Itt would've been fine except he was on call? They luckily didn't question a thing.

Toxic Simon who has a fight with someone on call whilst balls deep in you. He shouts “well get that dumb dick and do what I fucken asked you to do a whole fucking week ago!!'' The shouting match continues and you try to even guess who it was. A wife? Was it work? Maybe a friend? You didn't know. You didn't even try to guess for long because his dick disconnected from you, before slamming into you. Your whimper is loud and a heat rises to your pussy. Cum pours out as you orgasm, your moans increasing despite the gag and the cum spilling all over his dick.

Toxic Simon who mouths out “dumb whore” when you cum all over his dick, then he stays completely still whilst rolling his eyes. Unsure whether it's directed at you or the person over the phone.

toxic simon slams into you and fucks you so hard your head jolts back in pain and pleasure, your eyes start to water when he rams in and out of you at a punishing speed. The call had hung up and he pulled your face close to him, "don't fuck around when I'm on a fuckin’ call, doll.” He slightly slaps your cheek once more which makes you wince.

He gribs onto your neck and you grab on his arms trying to get him to stop, you couldn't fucking breath. You tap him, you hit him and then finally when you punch him he stops and takes off your gag. "Red,red,red" you spurt out and tears fall down your face.

Toxic Simon who groans, frustratedly and pulls himself out, palms himself a little before putting it away. "Fucks sake” Simon almost growls at you. He sounded angry.

“'m sorry, it-it got too much” he just glares at you.

“is fine, just make sure you don't leave a mess when leaving.”

"What?" You look up at him in utter confusion.

He sighs loud, “fucken hell, when you leave make sure your slutty ass doesn't knock shit over”

Oh.

Toxic Simon who texts you when you get home, barely - you stumble the whole fucking way. Your legs were ready to give out, they hurt so fucking much.

‘was alr, come over whenever’