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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.”

NIC!! may i propose slow dancing in the kitchen with simon? like he would have just came back from a really rough day, and seeing you humming along some sappy song while cooking dinner makes him all warm :( HE WOULD BE SO QUICK TO WRAP HIS ARMS AROUND YOU AND SWAY WITH YOU!!

my darling ruru!! of course you may propose this, my heart is all warm and fuzzy at the thought. super quick one but eeeeek. i love him terribly.

standing in simon's kitchen, the sound of the pan sizzling and music softly playing from your phone filled the room. texting you earlier in the day, simon had asked for you to come over tonight. no explanation or reason, just that he needed to see you and figured a relaxed night in would be nice. and having a spare key to his home, you figured you would head over while he was still out in an effort to surprise him with dinner as opposed to ordering take out.

distracted by the noises of the kitchen and humming along to your music, the sound of the door opening and closing didn't catch your attention. so, when arms securely found their way around your waist you couldn't help but jolt in response.

"lucky it's jus' me," the familiar voice quickly soothed your anxiety thinking it was a stranger.

"could've announced yourself," tilting your head to the side slightly, you glanced up at him and saw the tired smile painted on his face. "everything alright?"

"mhm," he hummed and gave your waist a gently squeeze that pulled you closer to him. his nose brushed against you neck as his body swayed to the music still coming from you phone. "better now. shit day, but didn't expect you here makin' dinner f' me."

letting him sway back and forth with you while you cooked, you finished up with the food on the stove and shut the burner off. turning around in his arms, your hands reached to give his biceps a squeeze while you leaned forward to place a kiss on his chest before looking up at him. "go get changed and i'll have the food ready by the time you come down," you told him, but he shook his head in response.

"wanna finish the song first," simon explained, placing a kiss on top of your head. "keep hummin' too."

and after two more songs came on, only then did he let you slip away from his hold to finish up setting up dinner while he headed to go change. his hand reaching for his phone in his back pocket to quickly make note of the first song.

tttthinking so hard about soft!simon who’s just absolutely enamoured w his slightly weird super smart so like,, she’s got so much stuff in her little brain about philosophy and human behaviour and animals and plants and the stars and physics and politics and poisons and animals and and and—

sometimes she starts rambling and maybe he doesn’t get it but he’s just listening and if he looks confused she starts explaining even more thus rambling even more and he can’t help but absolutely adore the sparkle in her eyes when she’s talking or the way she gets excited and starts pacing while explaining and answering any questions he might have bc it shows that someone is listening to her for the first time ever and just eeeee

soft!simon who loves his smartypants gf and looooves dumbing her down on his cock even more,, shsshshshshshh she’s barely able to talk and he’s grinning asking her questions about something she was rambling about earlier but she’s too fucked out to answer properly and he’s just teasing her abt how it just takes a little fucking for her to start drooling and barely able to talk i’m gonna die 🥴

anon, you have destroyed my brain with this one. he really is so good with her. the way he'll ask any and every question possible, even though he doesn't understand half the things she is saying in the first place. absolutely amazed by how much information is stored in her brain and is definitely a proud boyfriend when it comes to everything she does.

but there really is no sight like seeing his smartypants girlfriend beneath him, your legs pushed back on either side of you while he thrusts into you. simon's hand cupping one side of your face while his thumb brushes over plumped lips before pushing its way into your mouth.

"mhm," he hums, eyes looking down at you beneath him while soft moans spill from your mouth. lips secure around his thumb as you look back directly at him, brain trying to focus on what he's about to say or ask you. "goin' on so much about human behaviour before," he trails off, thrusts dragged out before hips press forward roughly into you. "wanna explain what makes you so fuckin' dumb the second you clench around my cock?"

and your brain can't compute a sentence, the only reaction is your lips parting from around his thumb to let out a cry as he thrusts into you. "i-i don't–" words cut short as another thrust replaces words with a cry out into the room.

"don't know?" he asks, attempting to finish your response. "thought you knew everything?" the questioning making you shake your head in response, words once again a struggle to get out as your body squirms under his. your hands grabbing for him and hips raising up each time he goes to thrust into you.