Hiii

Hiii

I was wondering if you could write a smut with Simon Riley where the reader is feeling hella insecure because she doesn't look like the women in porn videos? Like she's got a bit of chub and her body type just isn't what Simon gets off to? Like a bunch of comfort and body praise?

If not, totally understand and feel free to ignore <3

ask and i will deliver,sorry for how bad this is writersblock go brrooombrooooomnm

“Say it.”

The blonde behind you ordered, thumb circling around your puffy clit—watching your eyes fall shut and lips open, inhaling shaky breaths. His freehand was groping and digging at your inner thigh, keeping the plush from slamming shut.

“Si—Siigghh.. I’m—I’m..”

Huffing out a heavy breath,he pulled you back against him; watching you in the mirror with subtle awe—you were gorgeous, how could you be so self-depreciating? You’re fuckin’ lying.

“I can’t—S’not true..”

As soon as you said that, he pulled his thumb away and watched you cry out in frustration, withering into a slump beside him, staring at the man.

“But—S’not true, Simon!”

“Yeah? Yr’ not cummin’, then. Simple as that.”

Simon carelessly laid back on the bed, sitting with the bunched up pillows propped beneath his head; rubbing and fisting at his sweatpants to ease his boner, glaring at you with stern unease.

“Why’re y’insecure? Yr’ gorgeous, if y’werent, I wouldn’t be gettin’ hard anytime I see ‘y.”

“I don’t—I don’t look like..The girls in the videos.”

When you sniffled that out, he immediately scowled and pinched your calf, sitting up to look at you headon, shaking his head.

“And? You look fuckin’ better. Id rather shag my bird than some trashy pornstar.”

Sniffling, you leant forward to rest against him, his hands gently sliding up your sides—pressing soft, calculated kisses and bites to your neck, kneading at your breasts without any shame, feeling your breath hitch for a moment.

“You’re perfect.”

A pause, and a few hiccups.

“..M’perfect.”

“Perfect, goodwoman.”

Within seconds, he was crawling to rest between your thighs, kissing at the soft chub of your pretty tummy, coercing your thighs apart with a hand; he looked so ethereal there, heavy lidded eyes looking up at you like you were gods gift, lips pursed as he splayed gentle kisses to your cunt, your heart pounding in your chest as he licked a long stripe up your dampening folds.

“What did we—What did we go over?”

Simon asked—Well, mumbled, burying his face between your cunt and sucking, tongue flickering up and down, savouring your taste in his mouth.

“M’—Oh, god..M’perfect n’—Hmn..And I—Nn’ I deserve t’cum.. Please Simon..”

Smirking, the fairhaired individual ate your cunt like his life depended on it—Two fingers sliding into your tight hole and curling ever-so-slightly upwards to hit that gummy spot, making your eyes roll back and slam shut, and back arch up and off of your bed.

The knot in your stomach tightened, orgasm pending so quickly that you could barely process it; fingers digging into your blankets with heavy pants, his tongue making soft scribbles on your sensitive clit.

“Caannt—Ohmg..Can’t hold it back—Simon..”

Your pleas made his cock harden, fingers increasing in speed as they thrusted into your cunt eagerly; his eyes shutting as you let out a soft squeal, thighs trembling as your orgasm hit your limp body, the man between your thighs made a soft humming sound as he lapped at your cunt like an eager dog, before pulling back to look up at his gorgeous girl.

Rough, calloused hands moved to rest on your stomach—thumb brushing over the plush skin with adoration, your cheeks flushed and eyes hazy, drool almost rolling down your chin, it was shameful, really!

“Fuckin’pretty girl.”

“My prettygirl.”

Bad Days - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish 

Warnings: semi-detailed descriptions of depression. this is purely a self-indulgent work cause i've been having a very tough time recently, but thinking about the 141 makes it better! Also not beta read cause I refuse to reread my work🙃Enjoy!!!

You'd had a shitty day at work, and all you wanted was to come home and wallow in your feelings. Johnny had been deployed for months, and he didn’t have the slightest clue on when he'd be back home. He hadn't been able to communicate with you regularly either, due to him having very spotty reception. 

Walking up to your door, you pull your keys out, when all of a sudden, the door swings open. And standing there you see your boyfriend. Your Johnny. 

He expected you to be excited. Thrilled, even, at his return. What he hadn't expected was your face crumbling and sobs falling from your lips. Immediately, he takes you into his arms and starts to comfort you. 

"It's okay, sweet boy, everything's alright. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. 'M gonna take real good care of ye, I promise." 

Rubbing his hands along your arms, he ushers you inside. "It's too cold bun, need tae get you inside"

He sits you down on the couch gently and wraps a blanket around you. "You stay right here, I’ll be right back, my love. Going tae make you some tea and bring a snack for you"

Keeping true to his word, Johnny's back in less than 5 minutes, immediately taking his place next to you on the couch. Once again taking you into his arms, he lets you fall apart in his embrace. His face fixes into a grimace at seeing and hearing the sobs rack your body. It feels like someone's reached into his chest and pulled out his heart. He hates seeing you like this. The only thing he can think is that he needs to fix it. He can’t have his baby being sad especially when he’s there in person.

"Shhh, yer face is much too handsome for these tears, dove," he whispers to you. "Need ye tae talk tae me 'bout what's going on"

"Just a bad day," you respond.

He scoffs. "Seems like more than just a bad day, love."

"Missed you. It started with a bad day, then it was a bad week, and before I knew it, I'd felt bad for a whole month," you sighed.

"Why didn't you tell me bonnie?"

Hiding your face in his chest you reply, "Didn't wanna bother you. You were working. Don't wanna distract you with my whining. It's not even about anything important."

He tilts your head up with his index finger, "If it's enough to upset you this much, it's important. Anything that upsets you is important to me. My job is tae keep you safe and happy. How am I supposed tae do that if you don't tell me what's going on, sweet boy?"

"I dunno," you mumble while once again burying your face, but in his neck this time. 

His chuckle reverberates throughout your body. "Silly boy, I can't see your pretty face when you hide from me like that."

"I've been crying all day Johnny, I look horrible."

Johnny raises his eyebrows and gives you a stare that makes you second guess whether or not you just insulted his mohawk. "Don't say shite like that, bonnie. 'S the furthest thing from the truth. Yer the most beautiful boy I've ever seen in my life. Don't care how you think you look, I'll always see you for what you are, and you truly are beautiful. Inside and out. That being said, you look gorgeous even in this moment"

"You're gonna make me start crying again babe"

His gaze softens and he takes your face in his hands again. With a soft peck to your temple, he says, "Well let's avoid that, why don't we, hmm? Do you wanna talk about what's bothering you anymore?"

"Mmm not right now. Just wanna snuggle with you for a bit. But we can talk about it later, maybe?"

He nods, "Whenever you're up to it, bun. I'm always here to listen to you. I'm sorry I'm not always here physically, though."

"It's your job, Johnny. I get it. I mean it's hard sometimes, but we make it work. Nothing about the way I feel is your fault. I just get sad sometimes yknow?"

"I know bonnie. Just wish you didn't have tae deal with it at all. Shouldn't have to have any thoughts in that pretty head if you don't want 'em."

You giggle. "I love you Johnny. That's always gonna be true, no matter what. Regardless of how sad I am, I'll always be yours and you'll always be mine."

"Always, my beauty. My love for you is infinite. Never ending."

“Promise?” you whisper. 

“Swear to ye baby. Let's get you feeling better, hmm? Turn on one of your shows and I'll go make some soup for you, hen,” he says, standing up.

“Does that mean we can watch gossip girl?” You ask shyly

“‘Course we can. Go ahead and put it on. I'll be back in a minute darling. Actually, do me just one favor, bon”

Cocking your head to the side you ask, “What's that Johnny?”

A smile cracks on his face, “Go grab us some blankets and stuffies from the bedroom, eh? Don't want your cold little toes touching me while I'm trying to watch the show”

“I do not have cold toes Johnny MacTavish! It's not my fault you're a human furnace,” you scoff at him. 

He just looks over at you and chuckles again. “I know bonnie, I love yer cold feet,” He lets out a full belly laugh as he catches one of the throw pillows you chucked at his head. “Just fucking with ye sweet boy. But please, can you bring some extra blankets? And pillows too? If you're up for it, I'll make you a pillow fort to watch our show in. 

Your eyes light up at the prospect of a pillow fort. Thinking about one of the last times you had made one, you realize that you hadn't since you were a child. With a nod, you head to your shared bedroom picking out your favorite pillows and blankets, along with your favorite stuffies. 

Johnny raises his eyebrows when he sees everything you're bringing to the living room, already seeing himself in the future having to lug everything back to the bedroom himself because you'll be too tired to do it yourself. 

“Don't look at me like that Johnny,” you pout. “I needed all of them so the vibes could be perfect! You can't have a pillow fort without a minimum of 4 blankets, that's like basic pillow fort knowledge.” 

“You're right, dove, how silly of me to forget that. Get yourself warmed up on the couch and I'll finish up the food. I'll be with you in just a minute, handsome.”

With a blush dusting your cheeks, you nod and let out a hum of contentment. You head toward the couch, getting yourself settled in and wrapping yourself and your favorite stuffie up in a blanket. Your smile to yourself thinking about how well Johnny takes care of you. You don’t even have to ask him to care for you. He can always just sense when something is wrong and he drops whatever he’s doing to be able to take care of you. It’s one of the things you love most about him. You’re so lost in thought, you jump a little when he plops down next to you on the couch.

“You okay there, tiger?” He asks while running his hands through your hair.

“Was just thinking about you. ‘Bout how you take care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you, bonnie. That’s my job. You know that. It’s the greatest privilege I’ve been given aside from the pleasure of being your boyfriend.”

“You’re too sweet to me Johnny. I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”

He cups your cheek in his hand, “You’ll never have to figure that out, dove. Why don’t you tell me about what made you so upset?

“I just got stressed at work one day. Then I came home and decided to rest a bit. I ended up falling asleep and slept through the night, but then I just couldn’t get back into my routine. I couldn’t eat, could barely take care of myself, really. I would just wake up, go to work, come back home and go to bed. Today was just an absolute shit show at work and it just sent me over the edge. I obviously felt terrible, but I mean, I guess it was a little bit better than just feeling nothing at all.” You sigh as you sit back against the couch, feeling like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. 

Johnny sighs as he just wraps his arms around you and holds you against his chest. “I know it’s hard to understand this, but yer never a burden tae me, sweet boy. Like I said it’s my job to take care of you. Even when I’m not here, I want you to know that I’m always here for you. Whether you need to scream, cry, be distracted, or even just sit in silence, I will always be here when you need it. And when I’m away I’ll do everything I can tae make sure I’m checking up on my lovely boy because he deserves the best and that’s exactly what I’m gonnae do.”

“Thank you Johnny. I just feel like my issues are nowhere near as important as the things you deal with at work. I feel bad taking up your time on something so silly when there’s much bigger issues you have to solve.”

“Bonnie you dinnae fash yerself about my job. You’ve got your own tae worry about. I can manage my job and taking care of you just fine. You’re never a burden on me, sweet boy.”

“Thank you Johnny. Thank you for taking care of me and getting me out of my own head,” you say manhandling him into the perfect position so that you could wrap your arms around his waist and lie your head on his chest. The thrum of his heartbeat keeping you grounded. 

“What else are boyfriends for, eh? Tonight’s gonnae be all about you, lovely. Let’s eat and watch some of that silly show you’re obsessed with and then we’ll get you a nice warm bath and tuck you into bed, yeah?”

“That sounds great, Johnny. I love you so, so much,” you say as he pulls you into his side and wraps another blanket around the two of you. You feel him kiss the crown of your head while he runs his hands up and down your back comfortingly. The day was bad, but the night would be so much better. Everything is better when Johnny’s home.

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smthing that's been constant in my mind when it comes to Soap- him just edging you and then whe he finally fucks you properly and he's close to finishing he just... pulls out and cums on you instead of allowing you to feel full of him; he absolutely worships you afterwards and makes sure you're taken care of but not before being absolutely evil

ohhh thats just cruel anon. i love it and it's something soap would totally do!! he likes to be a wee shite before absolutely worshiping and pleasuring you, he enjoys how squirmy and whiny you get !!

warnings/tags: soap x gn reader, rough sex, teasing, degradation, slightly mean soap, aftercare

you're panting and gasping as your body is continuously pushed further and further up the bed from johnny's strong thrusts. his hips smack into the meat of your arse, and it hurts so good - dark bruises bound to show up afterwards.

"tha' good hen?" johnny groans, a wicked smile on his face as he towers above you, one hand gripping at your hip while the other trails up to your stomach, pushing down on the bulge he creates in your stomach. a high pitched whine leaves you at the sensation, your hole stuffed full, tightening and pulsing around his thick cock.

"cannae speak? c'mon, tell me how it feels." he coos, pouting down at you but as he does this, his hips pick up pace and force, pretty much making you unable to respond from the overwhelming pleasure. "fucked ye dumb, haven't i? jus' a cockdrunk slut now." he chuckles to himself, continuing his mean pace as you start to slip away.

well that is until he comes to a stop, hips slowing down all of a sudden and your head tilts up, dazed eyes staring up at him. "wh-wha? johnnyyyy." you whimper, trying to ask him what he's doing but he stays silent, instead thrusting slowly and shallowly, so he isn't hitting any sensitive spots inside of you and instead pleasuring just himself.

your hips buck up and grind down, trying so desperately to chase his cock but you don't get much chance before big hands and wrapping around your hips and forcefully pinning you down into the mattress. "yer so selfish love, jus' let me enjoy mysel for a minute and take ma time then i'll get back tae fuckin ye, awright?" he groans.

you whine and complain all through it but he pays no mind to you and before he knows it, he's close. you can tell from his tale tell signs, like how his eyes struggle to stay open from the pleasure and the way his hips twitch. your mind get's floaty with the idea of him filling you up to the brim, feeling his hot load coating your insides.

but then, you feel him pull out and instead grind down into your thigh, panting and moaning as his cock gives a slight twitch before spurting cum all over your stomach. "nononon- johnny whyyyy!" you squirm, but his hands keep you pressed into the mattress as his head tips back to let out throaty groans, his hips lazily grinding down against your skin.

once it becomes too much, he stops his hips and looks down at you with an innocent smile. "fit's wrong with ye?" he asks, head tilting to the side just like a puppy. you slap his chest, "you know whats wrong! why didn't you come inside of me?" you question, arms crossing against your chest and he laughs.

"didnae feel like it, why? ye mad hen?" he says with a dismissive laugh that has your body running hot. "...maybe." you mutter, looking away from him and he coos down at you. "dinnae worry, i'll treat ye well now eh? fuckin worship ye, tha' will make ye better aye?" he questions, one hand coming away from your hip to instead grab your face and make you look up at him again. you nod shyly up at him and he leans down to give you a messy hot kiss.

the rest of the night is spent with him between your thighs, taking his time pleasuring you with his mouth in just the right way, how you like it the most. hours spent with his tongue wrapped around your sensitive spots and inside of your hole, really taking his time with you before he finally fucks you again, making sure to fill you up just how you wanted.

he makes up for his mean teasing earlier by making you cum more than three times, watching the way your brain leaks out of you. and by the time he's done, you're almost asleep on your shared bed, eyes struggling to stay open which he finds endearing.

he cleans you up slowly, wiping down your body before dressing you in one of his t-shirts and tucking you into bed, leaving you to sleep as he holds you to his chest and gently pets your head. "proud of ye, sweetheart." johnny mumbles into your ear.

girl are you okay? you’ve been consuming so much media lately that you haven’t allowed yourself to feel one single human emotion for months

FUUUUCK NIC THIS WAS SO GOOD??? IM ACTUALLY IN AWE OMG

simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎

‎‎╰▸simon who teaches you how to grind on a pillow properly to learn how to ride him

“it’s me,” simon’s voice pulled your brain away from overthinking, eyes fixating on him as he spoke. “f’ what you gettin’ shy about?” 

your legs straddled the long, decorative pillow that rested on your bed. but, instead of it being tossed to the side like it normally was, it became the focus of simon making you get off in front of him. 

“it feels awkward,” the sound of your voice barely above a whisper as hands grab at the pillow under you, shifting your position slightly to move towards the middle of it. “i don’t see how it’s going to help.”

simon, who was sat in front of you, had his one leg pulled up and the other laying flat on the bed; the fabric of his jeans brushing against your bare skin. the only coverage you had was the pair of panties and the shirt you had long snatched from his closet to claim as your own. 

“s’ gonna help you with figuring out the movement,” he murmured, reaching to grab your hands that had yet to release the pillow. “figure out a pace you’re comfortable and can easily fall into a rhythm with.”

most guys would make you feel embarrassed because you didn’t feel comfortable nor knew how to probably ride them. and yet, simon was here making you feel embarrassed because he was taking the time with you to teach you proper movements. a soft flick of his pointer finger against your forehead caught your straying attention again, cheeks warming at the small action. he was like a hawk the way he was careful to notice every change in your demeanor. one small adjustment to your facial expression and he knew your brain was trying to overpower you with doubting thoughts.

“hey,” a gentle squeeze of your hands relaxed your body, fingers sliding to interlock with either of your hands. “jus’ focus on me. nothing else, right?” nodding to indicate you heard him, your hands gently squeezed his own back. hips pushing your body forward as the fabric of your panties brushed against the pillow, the friction already sending a chill up your spin at the unfamiliar sensation.

“like that, good girl,” the praise made it hard not to let a small, but embarrassed smile form on your face. your eyes shifted away from his as you glanced back down at the space where you moved your body against. all the focus directed on the movement at which you controlled your hips, but clumsyly failed to get a proper rhythm as you tried to increase the pace..

and before you could exude your frustration, one hand released yours and found its place on your waist. simon’s hand guided your body without doing too much of the work, the softest pull of you towards him and then the same soft push back to help you indicate when to move. “press down a little more when you move forward,” his voice seemingly lower than normal, and quieter than he was moments before. when your eyes went to look at him, his were nowhere near your gaze; simon’s own focus now on the darkened spot of your panties.

despite not looking at you, you nodded again and pressed down as you grinded forward on the pillow. a hum vibrating your throat in satisfaction. your body easily moving to the rhythm simon had helped build you up to. your free hand that had been let go of by his own, now reaching for his forearm as you sought to stabilize yourself better. hips needily grinding against the pillow as your head dropped back, eyes closing to imagine anything but the pillow. 

“simon,” the desperation in your voice broke out and you felt his forearm muscles tense under your fingers before both of your hands were now back to being held by his. 

“look at me,” the order snapped your head back straight up, eyes meeting his as hands squeezed yours; this time is was far from gentle. the squeeze was tight, but encouraging as he watched you closely. “doing so good, y’know?” simon hummed, glancing down once more to watch your hips. “fuckin’ a pillow to learn how to ride me, you’re such a good girl f’ me.” 

the words caused you to let out a whimper. the way his words alone could melt you was a talent itself.

nearing your orgasm, you knew your weak squeeze of simon’s hands was nothing in comparison to his. but it was a gentle indicator that was enough to signal him you were close. the darkened spot on your panties expanding, your cry of his name as you looked at him made his own cock twitch in his jeans at the sight. lazily, your hips continued to rock back and forth against the pillow as you rode out the high, hands still holding his but dropping lower. 

releasing the hold he had, your body was tugged onto his lap as he readjusted his seated position on the bed. the pillow replaced by one of his thighs now and the warmth radiating from his body giving you goosebumps. 

“what are–”

cutting your words off, one hand pressed his thumb against your folds through the dampened fabric. 

“the pillow was the first lesson.”