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Hello hello hello!! Here’s my brain worms of the day! FEM!Reader! … not sure how much i like this one… lmk

(nsfw)

Simon Riley with his tense girlfriend.

You’d always been like that. Your shoulders always looked tight and stressed, the way you wrung and fidgeted with your hands. There wasn’t a time where you were nibbling on your fingernails, or anxiously tapping your feet.

You weren’t sure why. You were just tense — always.

Simon was understanding, sure. But it definitely ticked him off hearing your foot tap against the ground fast enough to start a fire.

For years he’d thought there was no cure. You’d been on meds, off meds, tried getting more sleep, tried to deprive yourself of sleep so you wouldn’t have the energy to be anxious.

You’d heard ‘why don’t you stop drinking coffee?’ a thousand times, heard ‘just try a new medication’ a thousand more.

But one night, Simon had held you in his arms after ravishing you clean — sucking hickeys to every inch of exposed skin, like to suck the sugar out of a flower.

And as you lay there — he could hear how steady your breathing was. How you didn’t twitch, or fidget, or bite, or tap. It was peaceful.

He’d never seen you so peaceful.

So in theory? He had his cure.

Everytime. You’d be standing in the kitchen, zoned out, twitching and fidgeting and biting and tapping — he’d go and stand behind you, kiss you softly, before pulling down your pants, bending you over the counter, and devouring that sweet, sweet pussy.

Lapping at you like a starved man, scarfing all the meat off the bones.

He’d suck at your clit, tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves — as his two thick, calloused fingers fucked you fast and deep. The noises you let out were awfully lewd — almost as sweet as you.

He’d suck the juices off your legs, leaving hickeys in his trail. Adorning you like his piece of work.

You’d cum soon. Simon never left his girl unfinished.

And you’d stop. Your mind would ease, it would slow. You wouldn’t tap. You wouldn’t bite. You wouldn’t fidget or twitch.

You’d tried every cure out there.

He’d tried every cure to ease your nerves.

The bathroom — fresh out of the shower. You were already nervously picking at your face, or itching at your scalp.

So soaking wet — he bent you over and delved your cunt.

Sloppy sucking, tongue reaching so deep his jaw hurt — fucking fast, lapping every last drop that’d drip out of you. He couldn’t help himself, though — not when you looked so cute. He fucked you sweetly, but fast over that countertop. Held you up, to see the way his cock drove wildly into you.

He swore it was for you. Not him.

Not until every time you’d scratch he’d devour you.

Until every time you’d tap your nails, he’d fuck you raw over the counter tops.

All up until you’d wrung your hands at a social event — and he took you to the bathroom to ravish you clean.

This filthy, disgusting, amazing man would drive you crazy.

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Hello hello hello!! Absolutely DIABOLICAL brain worms today. uhhh yeah…. GN!Reader with Simon.

(nsfw)

Simon liked to carry his gun on him at all times.

When people would ask him why? ‘For safety,’ he’d be quick to respond, as if that’s all he was using it for…

Sure, it was for safety, but when his pretty little dove looked so sweet? It couldn’t just be for that.

Simon was the type of man to have his hand on the back of your neck when you two were rough-fucking. Holding your face down into the pillow below, watching you slobber over it — as he pounded you from behind, your hips arched to meet his thrusts.

He loved doggy style.

He loved it because his cock would drill you perfectly on the spot deep inside you that made you scream. But also because you couldn’t see his hands before they moved.

He carried his gun around with him to protect you.

But also to pick up when you’re oh-so-close to cumming — loading it, making sure you hear the click — and pressing it to the back of your head.

‘Good sluts will wait to cum,’ He’d mutter. It wasn’t just a phrase to get you riled up — he meant every word.

He pressed it tighter. ‘You will wait. Cum before my word, and I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out.’

… Hell, if that didn’t make you melt.

Your moans only got more lewd. More hoarse — begging, sobbing for him to let you cum — feeling his thick cock drill you full. It made your stomach feel way too hot. That familiar knot building in your gut.

He’d pull out before you got a chance to cum. His rough, calloused palm painfully slapping your sopping, gaping and abused hole.

He’d pause, hearing you whine, a shiver wracking through you.

Then, he’d drag the cold head of the gun down from your neck, tracing your spine. It made you convulse — but he held you still.

The metal, still frozen to the touch, heavy in his hands — tapping against your entrance.

The next thing you know — he’s filling you again, with the gun.

‘Cunt up, slut,’ was all he said — but it still made you see stars.

The sopping walls welcomed the gun — your toes curling behind you, jaw dropping slack — as he buries the gun to the trigger. All the cold, heavy metal pressing against all your hot, gushy walls. You tried to hold the whines and whimpers tumbling from your lips like a prayer.

He fucked you rough.

Probably ruining his favourite gun… but he could always go and get a new one, of course.

He’d never put a gun in his mouth for as long as you were beside him — but the moment you came, gushing out all your sweet, sweet juices, he put the barrel in his mouth and lapped it clean.

Filthy bastard.

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how kinky is too kinky.

like if i wrote about gun play would that be cool or..

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Omg hiiii!! So glad you're back! Hope everything is okay with you! Saw that post about your laptop, I know how it is 😔😔

Anyways, it's me, the same anon from the emoji ask lol, hope ypu don't mind me picking this one → 🐝 :)

ahhh hello hello!! amazing choice!!!

i’m doing good !! i decided to just get a new monitor and pc instead of another cheap laptop, so ill be getting back into regularly posting!!

thank you for checking in 😸😸 it means a lot to me that you all care, it helps me keep writing 🫶 come by anytime!!

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Hello hello hello!! I’m trying to get back into writing again 😓😓 Brain worms of the day!!

GN!Reader with Price.

It was only a one time thing.

That’s what you told yourself, at least, when you got up from his tousled bed with an all too telling headache. It wasn’t a regular thing.

Then you tasted the liquor on his tongue all over again — a few days afterwards. It drove you mad. The way his hands groped you almost as aggressively as your hands roamed him — clothes being torn, glares being thrown. It only egged you on.

The way he pushed you to your limits by getting on every single one of your nerves, by poking every button, by sucking another hickey into you where you can’t cover it up or biting that spot on your neck that made your whole body tense.

‘It was only a one time thing.’ That’s what you told yourself when you began to be haunted by his taste — his touch, every time he was away. It made your head rattle.

‘It was only a one time thing,’ you told yourself, as his tongue ravished yours — how good he tasted without liquor staining his breath. How he was even better with his hands when he wasn’t under the influence.

The way he’d grin at you, how your face would hear up, and how he’d mock ‘it’s only a one time thing.’

You love him. You also hate him.

He loves you. He loves that you hate him.

He’s the only one who’d drive you this mad — and the only one you still would let grin that stupid, cute grin — as he curled finger to make you come closer.

You would. Because it was oh so wrong. But it always felt oh so good.

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Hello hello hello!! This is my brain vomit of the day! GN!Reader!

Simon, and his glorious muscles.

Truthfully, you’d gawk at them. Shamelessly. He loved the attention — but it got him hard at all the wrong times.

Like when walking through base. He’d casually flex an arm when you walked by — just to see how your face would heat up, how he could see your mouth water. He’d grin — because no matter how bad you wanted to bite him hard — he had places to be. So did you.

Or sometimes when you were sparring together.

Sweaty, panting, and hot — he’d manage to get you down, wrapping an arm clean around your throat. That little moan you let out was not from pain.

He’d be bad about it too. Holding you down, making sure you’d feel every inch of him while his thick, strong legs wrapped around your core to keep you pinned — surrounded by his scent, his heat, his muscles.

He’d poke fun. Letting you bite down on his biceps just to mock you, like ‘what’re you? a dog?’ But it only egged you on. You loved it.

How when you’d go down on him.

He’d flex his thighs, showing the strength, the power behind them — how fucking huge they were compared to your hand.

Oh, he was bad. The way he’d subtly flex his arms in meeting to make you squirm. The way he’d put his arm around your throat when fucking so you could feel the throb of pure strength.

Or when he’d simply do ‘manly’ things.

Training. When he’d go at the punching bag — when he’d work out — when he was moving equipment, when he was simply standing. Every curve, every dip, every vein. It all drove you mad.

The way his eyes would glint with mischief, making sure you saw directly into his eyes when he was working out.

You weren’t looking at his eyes anyway.

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worms are eating my brain tonight. feast

‘Fuckin’ and fightin’, it’s all the same,’

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Hi, how are you?? Loove your blog, keep your beautiful brain worms healthy bc I love them.

Dunno if you're comfortable with asks, it's more of my own brain worms honestly, no pressure, but me and my friends have this ongoing thing where at any moment, if I see a man I find hot, I start spewing downright batshit nasty stuff.

And I've recently noticed when I drink, I find much humor in trying to be unhinged in a serious tone, so now I'm all consumed by this scenario of the boys in a bar and either Simon or Price (though honestly? Any of them lol) hear reader start spewing filth abouth them like "I'd happily choke on his cock for breakfast" or "damn he'd look good ass up in the air"

And if they somehow get amused by it and just come by trying to be intimidating (to hide how they're a bit shocked by it all) reader just looks at them with a serious face and says "permission to bounce on it crazy style?" While all their friends slowly hide like they want to die.

Anyways, is it obvious I'm the most fun of my friends? Lol 😋

I absolutely love the way your brain thinks anon. and i’d be down to bet you’re the funniest one at parties.

Anons brain worms of the day!! I really like this one.

GN!Reader with TF141.. who gets awfully lewd when drinking.

It’d be a casual friday night. Their phones turned to silent, base left quiet — a night to unwind, a night to have fun, a night to relax.

Or, of course, so they though.

You weren’t exactly a heavyweight drinker. Worse than that, you were a confident drunk. You would’ve never let yourself say anything if you were in your right mind.

You’d all been sat at the bar, Price sat a few chairs away. A few hours into the night, here you are laughing and spewing away — everyone’s chuckling, laughing, having a good time — when you just shrugged off a sentence everyone paused at.

“Oh, no, I’d happily go down on him for a shot or two.” Everyone stopped. Price stopped.

“They sell pretty good grilled cheeses here, too. I’d give him the mightiest head he’d ever receive for one of those. I’d suck that cock dry.” Everyone turned.

Silence fell. They knew you were dead serious, too.

Gaz was the first one to let out a laugh. Then it was Simon, shaking his head with a laugh. Then it was everyone — like a pack of wolves, howling and sputtering beer from how hard they were giggling.

“Fuckin’- what?” Soap would slur, tears streaming down his face from how hard he’d laugh.

His laughter is met with a straight face.

“What? Like you wouldn’t? Price’s a pretty boy! He’d look all cute ass up and everything — I’d totally fuck him if it meant I got another drink in tonight.”

Soap turns to Price, his face gone white. “—You hearin’ this, Cap’? They’re callin’ you pretty boy!”

You’d simply shrug, turning back to the bar. Downing another drink.

— Just to be met with the bartender handing you another. All he’d give you is “the man at the end of the bar bought you a ‘shot or two.’”

You almost let a grin slip.

Price, on the other hand, was more obvious about his amusement. Obviously, bewilderment made his alcohol-induced gears turn behind his head — but he had to try.

His plan was to start off slow. Something like “what was that about a grilled cheese?” Or “Heard you wanted another drink.” — But of course, a lightweight, confident, serious drunk doesn’t mix well with ‘something slow.’

“Permission to bounce on it crazy style if you order me one?” A total straight face. Not even a twitch of a grin.

Price is sure the whole bar goes deathly silent.

Before, of course, the men boys behind him begin to cry of laughter all over again. Except this time a whole lot more fist-slamming against the table, a whole lot more “I’m gonna piss me’ pants!” and screams of laughter like a wild pack of hyenas.

Yeah, you all got kicked out of the bar after that. And you went home with Price.

Turns out he makes pretty good grilled cheese too.

— And after that morning, you decided you’ll never be drinking again.

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I hope this is what you had in mind!! If not let me know i’ll tweak it 😸

(also my apologies 😓😓 i didn’t know if you wanted fem!reader or male… so it’s gn! if you want me to re-write it in a different pov im more than happy to! also if you want simon instead send it again and i’ll be more than happy to 🙂��↕️)

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Hello hello hello!! This is my brain vomit of the day! Dom!M!Reader!

Simon loves you. But he also loves the attention.

When you two first got together — he felt like a little school boy with a crush. Thinking about you at night, thinking about you in the shower, hell, he couldn’t even sit down during down time without thinking about you.

He never took himself for the type to get ‘obsessed.’ It hurt his ego to be so head-over-heels.

But you simply brushed his hair out of his face, asked him what was making the gears in his head turn — the smell of you, the rough skin on your hands… the look in your eyes definitely stroked his ego. Just a little.

He can’t say he remembers when the first time you manhandled him was. It was a simple, big, rough hand against his lower back, slightly shifting him out of the way while moving in the halls — and he knew he was in way over his head. He had to make a bee-line to the bathroom after that.

It lit a fire in his stomach when he saw how the women and men stared at you, ogled at you. It drove him mad — but it also made him hard.

They way they all wanted you. They all wanted a piece of you, like a pack of hungry animals, and he had you all to himself.

He saw the way you played into his delusions, too. Sometimes when he was glancing your way, and you caught his eyes, you’d flex your arms cheekily, wringing your hands for his gaze only — doing it in such a way no one else could tell what you were doing but him.

Yeah, he had to leave to the bathroom again after that.

He fucking loved the attention. It fed his ego in such a way — he didn’t feel all too bad about being the ‘obsessive’ type.

Those nights. When you decided to be mean, taunting, and spend hours just holding him there and showering him in love, attention, and hickeys, it drove him mad. But it stroked his ego, and all he could see in his mind is their eyes — the eyes wanting to tear you apart — and yet here you were, leaving him grinning and begging for more.

So you loved him. And he loved you. But like everything, the attention was also a nice bonus.

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Hello hello hello!! This is my brain vomit of the day. GN!Reader!

As a ‘biter’ myself… Simon with biter reader.

He’d be sitting on the couch, unwinding, probably watching TV — while you were just there, bored, messing with your hair, biting your nails, biting yourself — when he noticed it.

‘…. Are ‘ye teething or somethin’?’ He’d ask, in that tone he’d use when he’s giving attention but not paying attention.

You furrowed your brows. Clicking your teeth. Biting down, hard, on nothing. He tilted his head.

‘.. You could bite me, if ye’ wanted. It ain’t gonna hurt me.’

… That was all the invitation you needed.

Then, randomly, you’d give him a soft bite on the back of the bicep when he’s standing in the kitchen.

Or when he’s walking in the halls, you’ll match your feet to his, (‘practically’ stepping on his ankles with every step,) get real close behind him — and biting down on his shoulder, having to stand up on your tippy-toes. He’d turn around with a scowl, but it was obviously playful from the flick to the forehead he’d give you.

‘Do you want attention? Is that it?’ He’d mutter, picking you up — his tone soft, but almost mocking.

It’s even worse when you two are fucking.

Legs wrapped tightly around his waist, moaning and slurring his name, arms shakily wrapped around his upper neck, going so roughly you’re sure you see stars — and biting down hard on the skin of his shoulder. He’d laugh, a low tone, before fucking you even harder as if to test you to bite down harder.

You could also be a nibbler.

He’d softly lift your chin, using his thumb to swipe away a piece of food from the corner of your mouth — and you’d nibble at his thumb, biting down on the skin.

He’d chuckle, using the rest of his hand to scramble your face before prying his thumb free. ‘Ye’ little shite,’ he’d murmuring, giving you another flick that only egged you on.

He loved you. Even with the weird looks he’d get around base — ‘who mauled you?’ — He forgot you’d bitten up his neck last night. He’s just lucky they don’t see the scratches going down his back.

AN: I feel like Simon would be the type of person to get a tattoo of your bite mark.. 🤷

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Hello hello hello! This is my brain vomit of the day! Feminine!GN!Reader!

(nsfw)

Simon absolutely loves when you look wrecked.

And sure, it could be the basic things like when he fucks you senseless over the countertop, watching how your body still twitches, how your voice and moans sound so very wrecked, how your hair is all tousled out and splattered like paint on the counter. He loves it.

But he also loves the more rare versions of you. The ones he can pop a boner within seconds of seeing.

Like when your lipstick is slightly smudged under your lip, and he ravishes you — kissing you so roughly so that the lipstick spreads to his lips too, kissing you so amazingly you almost forget you have to breathe. The colourful stars prickling your eyesight almost lineup exactly with the fluttering eyes of a star-struck man. ‘My pretty,’ he’d mutter, before lowering his head and ravishing you all over again.

Or the version of you when your mascara begins to smudge ever so slightly under your eyes, and how he’ll sit you down, kneel between your legs, kiss your hand as if you were royalty — before licking his thumb and dragging it gently under your eyes to soften the edges. He’ll drag his hands down your face gently, pulling at your red cheeks, dragging you lips apart and staring at you — not at your eyes, you’re sure he’s staring at your very soul — and then best believe he’s dragging you home right then and there no matter where you are.

But one of his very favourite sights to see of you is in tears.

Call him sadistic, call him an asshole — he can’t help but bite his tongue when he sees those fat, sweet tears rolling down your cheeks. Of course, if you’re sad, he’ll help you — (and maybe have to leave for a moment to the bathroom to handle the monster hiding away in his pants) — holding your face softly, kissing your pretty, puffy eyes…

But it’s a whole different story if you’re crying while fucking.

The way your mascara smudges, how your voice sounds so, so broken, the way your lipstick is smeared around your mouth from how he ravished you — and then there’s those sweet, sweet eyes of yours, and the glimmering tears leaking out of them. It makes him fuck you harder and faster than you can comprehend.

He kisses your red nose, licking away the stray tears and sweetly telling you, though it almost sounds like mocking, ‘come on, pretty thing, you can take it,’ as he pounds into you.

He’s not sadistic. He just loves you. And he knows you love when he wrecks you too.

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Hello hello hello!! This is my brain vomit of the day. Fem!Reader!

(mild nsfw)

Older!Simon with a slightly less experienced reader.

Simon never treated you like less than him because you were younger. But he did tease you — maybe because you were younger, or because you always ‘looked cute so angry’ (in his words.)

Maybe it was because of your reactions, how you didn’t yell — but huffed and puffed. Or maybe the little pink blush that’d coat your cheeks. Whatever it was, it was annoying.

Older Simon who’d coo at you when you’d pout, telling you to ‘can’t you be a big girl? Big girls don’t get pouty.’ Oh, but it wasn’t sweet. He was mocking you — giving you that same, teasing tone that shot your nose up.

Or when you two would fuck. Of course, you’ve been with men your age before, so you aren’t new to it… but it was surely a shocker for just how much you were missing.

‘The men ‘yer age dunno how to fuck you like this, hm? I know my baby girl likes it rough.’ He’d mock, slowing down just to hear you mewl before slamming roughly back in. You were inexperienced — how were you supposed to know fucking felt this good?

Or when Simon coaxed you into face-sitting for the first time.

You were nervous, of course — you didn’t want to crush the older man. He assured you, but deep down you both knew he was getting you riled up, that ‘he’d done this hundreds of times, and that he knows how to do it safely and good.’

How his thick and long tongue lapped at you when you sat down — not even seconds before you were panting, grabbing at his hair and the headboard and trembling.

His tongue was searing hot. And Simon lapped at you like a starved man, delving deep into your sweet, sweet pussy — trying to eat his way to your heart, he’d say. Sucking at your clit, holding you by the soft, plump and warm skin of your thighs — making sure you put your full weight down on him.

He fucking loved it.

And the sounds tumbling from your lips — the ones you were sure weren’t you, I mean, you didn’t even know you could make those sounds! — proved you loved it just as much.

You’d writhe on his face, begging him and totally sobbing — ‘it’s too much, baby, please—!’ Just for him to do a long, slow but searing hot kitty-lick right through your puffy folds — all to make you gush again. And as mean as he was, you’d be coming in no time.

He would spoil you rotten outside of the bedroom, too. Like waking you up to a kiss on the head and breakfast in bed and a ‘other boys your age wouldn’t do this, now would they?’ — Jokes, of course.

He’d butter you up with compliments, taking you dressing shopping for every time you two went out — to only the fanciest places his baby was craving.

No way in hell were you letting this silver fox die anytime soon.

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Hello hello hello!! This is my brain vomit of the day. GN!Reader!

Simon riley and his soft love.

Simon could be a rough lover. You know, manhandling you in the kitchen, fucking you just as rough as you like it in the bedroom..

But he was also as sweet as your favourite sugar tea.

The one that he’d wake you up in the morning with, rough lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead with a smile.

‘Morning’, lovey,’ he’d whisper, handing you the mug with careful hands, brushing your morning hair away from your lips as he watches you drink. He’d look at you as if you were the prettiest being in the world, with those shimmering delicate eyes of his, staring at your soul itself.

Or when he’d come home.

A long day, a rough day — his whole body aching, feet barely able to carry him through the door — when he sees his little dove, standing in the kitchen and cooking some food.

His heart would thump. He’d walk over to you as if his feet were weightless, and wrap his arms around your center.

He’d press a kiss to your shoulder.

‘Smells amazing, my pretty,’ he’d whisper, burying his face into your neck to inhale as deeply as he could.

He’d sit and eat every last drop of the food you’d make, before dragging you off to bed.

He’d wrap his big arms right around you, pull you to his chest and rest a hand against your stomach, running his thumb up and down the soft skin, whispering sweet nothings to you.

‘My pretty thing. I love you, precious…’ He’d whisper, kissing the back of your head to lull you right to sleep.

You never really slept good until he came alone and kissed your troubles away.

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is it too early to be preparing for this years kinktober. everyone hold your breath it’s gonna be a better feast than thanksgiving #imcanadian

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Hello hello hello!! The parasites are eating at my brain again. So heres my brain vomit of the day! Fem!Reader!

(nsfw)

Simon loves to degrade just as much as he loves to worship.

It started off with something simple.

When you two first fucked, he wasn’t exactly gentle, but he wasn’t rough, either. It just felt rough from the size of his dick. You both were a little tipsy, and he’d been grabbing at you all night — before he grabbed those sweet, sweet thighs — delving into that sweet, sweet pussy. Worshipping it like it’s golden — because it is.

But then.. he got more comfortable. Then he’d be holding your wrists tight, pounding deep, hitting all the right angles and grunting, letting the occasional ‘come on, take it like my good fuckin’ girl,’ and ‘i know you can take. relax, baby, i’ve got you,’ while kissing and sucking blossoming hickeys into your neck.

And then it got further. Kinkier, if that’s the word.

He’d spit on you. And fuck, if that wasn’t degrading enough…

‘Open your mouth.’ He’d grunt, in that low tone he’d use when he’s off his mind horny — making you kneel, before giving you that hot sneer like he’s disgusted — and spitting down at you like you’re nothing.

It almost hurt how good it felt. How great of an actor he was.

The moment he saw those irises dilate, the way he knew you were into it — he picked you up and used his spit to fuck you senseless.

The next time, he’d worship you. Kissing your feet all the way to you chest, kneading your boobs as he sucks a flower around your nipple — telling you those oh-so-sweet words like ‘my baby girls so pretty. fuckin’ delicious,’ just to get you all riled up. And hell if it didn’t work.

But all of that praise would leave you in the bedroom, sobbing and begging for him to do something, all for him to land another slap to your ass and tell you ‘good girls will wait,’ — then another slap. Another sob wracking through your body.

But he still loves you — even after fucking you so good you’re slobbering onto his pillow. So he’ll still kiss the marks better, still fuck you through it — and let you cum in the end. After a few hours, of course.

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!! This one was my first full nsfw! please lmk if you guys like it 😼🙂‍↕️

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Hello hello hello!! Here’s my brain vomit of the day! GN!Reader!

(mild nsfw)

Simon isn’t the best at handling his emotions. He can be good at handling weapons, paperwork, missions — but he still tries.

You were sure of one thing between you and your lieutenant. He did not like you.

For whatever reason, you didn’t know. Maybe it was because one day in training, you were standing off to the side — watching, learning, and when he walked up beside you — you got startled and elbowed him so hard in the side it left a bruise for a few weeks.

Or when he was making coffee during down time, simply walking near you — and you jumped so hard when his hand gently held your side to move you that you threw steaming hot coffee all over his work sweater.

Yeah, you had no idea why he didn’t like you.

That was, until one time, you caught him staring. Not too hard — he was only staring into your very soul! Couldn’t have been on purpose…

Until there he was again. Looming like a shadow, but trickier to handle and even trickier to keep track of. Then you saw him again. Then again.

You were sure he was haunting you.

But… at the same time, that thought was sort of hot. Because that would mean you’re haunting him too… right?

Your lieutenant didn’t like you. He only made sure to kiss the part of you neck that made you shiver when you weren’t paying full attention.

He didn’t like you. He only fed your ego when fucking you rough by giving you compliment after compliment, only to break it all down by teasing, taunting, and torturing you for hours.

Oh, no. He didn’t like you at all. Not even in the slightest. He only gently moved your hair out from you face while pressing a kiss to the top of your nose, muttering ‘my pretty thing’ into your ear.

Because how could he like you? In his mind, you’re way out of his league.

He isn’t good with handling feelings. But he’s good at (man)handling you.

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Hello hello hello!! This is my brain vomit of the day. GN!reader!

Simon finds pleasure in being called a pervert.

He hates when you wear perfume, when you wear deodorant — makes his nose itch. Of course — when you two go out to events, he reluctantly lets you out of the door, smelling like flowers, or sometimes like vanilla, something other than the sweet smell you naturally have.

Simon loves how you smell. He’s a disgusting, disgusting man when it comes to you — when he creaks open the front door after a long mission, just to smell perfume, or the detergent of your clothes, the shampoo of your hair… Don’t get him wrong, those all smell amazing too — but not as good as his lover. Those smells make his nose turn up.

You don’t even get a word in to him, a hello, before he’s holding you close, stuffing his nose into the corner of your neck, breathing in your scent like he’s snorting drugs.

Because to him, your scent is his drugs.

Despite the complains loosely falling from your lips, he’s still breathing you in, holding his breath like he holds you in his arms — and only breathing out when you push yourself from his arms. Not like he cares. He’s already harder than metal from the familiar scent alone.

And forbid he’s home when you get back from the gym.

He’s holding you down the moment you walk in the door, smelling your sweat, smelling you — oh, but don’t you worry, he’ll make sure you don’t have anywhere to go tomorrow.

Because even if you had somewhere to go, you definitely won’t have the legs to walk. He’ll eat you alive, devour the scent from your body, and rinse and refresh the next day.

Because he knows you. You love how he gets. And hell if he doesn’t love you too.

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Thank you for reading my very first post here 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I have requests open but I am new to tumblr so it will take a while for me to learn the basics!!

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Hello hello hello!!

My name is Damien — I write! I am still in school so it does take me awhile to post, but my passion is writing. And as any person does… when you can’t write books, write fan fiction.

This is where my master list will be (when I actually have the balls to post my works,) my do’s and don’t, and whatever I feel like adding. Feel free to ask me anything!

Masterlist so far!

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Simon Ghost Riley 👅:

- Pervert Simon

~ Simon, and emotions

~ Degrading / Worshipping

~ Soft love Simon

~ Older Simon

~ Simon loves you wrecked

~ Simon with a biter

~ Simon fawning over M!Reader

~ Mmm, Muscles

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John Price 💋

~ (REQ) Confident, drunk reader

~ ‘One time thing’

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My do’s & don’ts!

Do’s:

- If you see a spelling/grammar error, please correct me! It helps me learn!

- Please please please submit anything you’d like me to write about. But, do include: A scene, character, things you’d like to see, and word range. I can create a story on those, but the more detail the better! (While under this category, you can specify NSFW or SFW or it will be up to me.)

- I am okay with pet names. As long as they aren’t slurs, curse words, insulting names, or anything of the type. Pet names I am okay with.

- Make flirty jokes!! Please do not do anything too explicit, for obvious reasons, but friendly flirting is allowed and approved.

- I usually write GN, but if you want a specific gender in the request, I will try to interpret that best I can.

I will add to this on the occasion. If you are unsure of something, comment or send it as a question! I will answer when I see it!

Don’ts:

- I will NOT write loss of virginity trope. I am okay with writing readers first time doing an OTHER sexual activity, that isn’t their loss of virginity.

- I will NOT write age-gap where it tips illegal/underage reader. I have no problem writing age gaps as long as they aren’t too bad.

- I will not write scat.

- I will not write anything about toes. They freak me out.

- I will usually not write anything higher than 1K. I would love too, but I do not have that much time and energy. Please be understanding!

- Criticize me. I am open to constructive feedback (like mentioned, spelling/grammar errors,) but please do not make fun of, or belittle, or hate on my works. If you see an issue with them, that’s that. Under that same topic, if I wrote something wrong, out of character, or it isn’t correct for the topic, I do not mind being corrected. It helps me learn.

- Do not copy my works. Do not repost them on other sites. If you want to make this into a Character.ai bot, you need to ask me first. Thank you!

Anons, as of right now:

-🐝 anon!!

I will add to this in the future too! Just like I mentioned, if you are unsure of something, you can always ask a question!!

Adding to this, the hashtag ‘#Damienblabbers’ will be my works. The hashtag ‘#Damienyaps’ (when I begin to post regularly) will be for non-works — all of my rants, random thoughts.. that stuff. When I begin to post them all, of course.

That comes to an end of my masterlist for now! I will add to this when I get works out!

— P.S., ..I will write what I’m comfortable with. But I will also write (pretty much) anything you request me to. For instances, if there’s characters you’d like to see that I have not written about, I will write them and do my research to write them in character. Right now i’m really into Criminal Minds.

Enjoy!!! 😸😸

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