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You went to the psychic.

10 years from now, you’ll be married with a fat rock on your finger with two kids dancing with your husband in the kitchen, another on the way. The house smells like cheap cocoa and whipped cream before the night drowns on, the scent of glowing whiskey filling his glass as you tuck away into the lounge to watch an old re-run.

He would kiss you softly on the forehead and whisper an ‘I love you’ as you cheesed a grin, replying. He would take you to the bedroom and treat you how you wanted, rough or slow. Passionate or sloppy. Always loving.

Your days would blur to one as you found yourself growing older, wiser, different. But you were happy.

“So Simon left the military finally?” You laughed, thinking about your partner, before the psychic frowned.

“Your future husband is a lawyer named David sweetheart.”

NOTE: kinda bitter sweet but I like to think semi realistic </3

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HIIII I love your work sm it’s just so scrumptious. I wanted to ask, because I was curious while reading one of your fics if you read them yourself! Like do you enjoy reading your own work? Or other creators?

Thank you my love!

This is actually crazy because I read some of my work today for the first time ever after publishing. I don’t normally as it kinda cringes me out knowing I wrote it 😩 but I love reading other work. I just look up tags and go from there

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Party 4 u! Give me my cookie pls

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ngl, sometimes i take long breaks off this app, and go through and check the people I follows posts, but sometimes I don't have the energy to go through everything and end up going to your profile straight away and checking if you've put out anything new because your work is just that fucking good, hope your day is going well 💙

I haven’t looked at my requests in months and this has been there for quite a while but I still wanted to thank you even after a very long hiatus ❤️

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Note: I’ll give someone a cookie if they know what song I was playing during writing this + it’s also been like 8 months since I’ve posted oops

You were young. And single. You were supposed to live! As the lights flashed, and music blared you looked around at the girls you were with, a faint hint of white dusted between their faint nose hairs.

Your chest was warm, any liquor you had ingested now working quickly through your blood stream as your eyes drooped slightly, an arrogant smirk on your face as your sweat mingled with the guy your hips were rocking against.

The song playing wasn’t one you would normally find in your regular place, the older ex-boyfriend you were clinging to get over having influenced your taste tremendously. Nonetheless, you were enjoying yourself.

You were.

6 months ago, 8 days and 14 hours ago, Simon Riley broke up with you over one demeaning factor. Your age. The same man who grasped your hips with all his strength as he imprinted his cock into your virgin walls, the taint of metallic tattooing across his shaft as he peppered silken kisses into ruffled hair. The same man who swore he would look after you and retire early from his Godforsaken job and give you 2 kids and 3 dogs somewhere in the country.

“You’re too young, you deserve someone more your speed,” he said.

So why were charcoal eyes watching you from across the room as your hips stopped and the sound of Charli XCX rattled out of your ears?

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Coming back to Tumblr after 2 months and having 4k followers is insane, thank u for ur support even when I wasn’t active <3

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I haven’t been on tumblr in a month 🥲 happy new years everyone lots of love

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Hi my loves,

Sorry for another hiatus. I’ve been travelling, studying, working and overall dealing with a lot but I’m still working on my writing.

Love you all

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Guys does anyone have tips on how to get over heartbreak 🥲💔

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RAHHH I NEED TO UPDATEEEE

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I am VERY sick but I will be updating everyrhing soon and fulfilling requests <3

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Can someone pls provide me with the FILTHIEST cod smut pls pls pls

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CW: Another incredibly horny fic

Simon didn’t really know what to expect when you moved next door. You were a very pretty girl, all young and boisterous, always so polite towards everyone around you. He would occasionally watch you as you bent over in your garden, panties on display as you dug around in tiny skirts and dresses.

He found himself growing more desired with you though when you would sunbathe, his bedroom window giving a direct view into your backyard. You would start off tame, only just noticing his peering eyes, before you would remove your bikini top, rubbing at your breasts with a little too much oil as they glistened.

Simon should be ashamed of himself. But he wasn’t. In fact, he enjoyed the show just as much as you enjoyed the attention.

Maybe you were growing bored of him not popping around and fucking you silly. I mean, how many hints could you give him?

As you pulled the windows back, you ensured Simon was there before you lifted up your shirt, pressing your tits against the glass. You offered him a flirty smile as you sat on your bed, still in his view.

He was rock hard now, his cock throbbing in his pants which he quickly removed once you spread your legs. Your cunt was exposed and shining with anticipation as you slowly guided your fingers to your entrance.

Maybe it was his eyes that did it for you, but it didn’t take long for you to squirt, putting on an absolute show for the neighbour as you moaned and shook.

It also didn’t take him to long to pound on your door, before he turned to do the same to you.

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Neighbour!Simon Riley x Reader

Girl Next Door (Eleven)

CW: Violence, bleeding, PIV sex, second-hand embarrassment, possessive behaviour, hickies and titty sucking

Previous Chapter

Taglist: @leahnicole1219

Your thighs burnt as sweat cascaded down your neck, drooling down your crooked spine as you whined into the humid air. Your room was trashed, your clothes were sprawled in various places, crinkled into a nightmare as you writhed, your tits bouncing deliciously above your date’s face.

Under-worked hands found your ass, slapping the flesh in a hazed state as you looked down, watching as the man’s eyes trailed across your body in a ludicrous manner. You would blame this later on the alcohol, but for now, you were attempting to put on a show. You weren’t sure why; it didn’t feel natural.

Nothing felt natural, knowing it wasn’t with Simon.

Your pussy clenched around the cock inside you, gummy walls gliding along the hard member with a squelch as you cooed, chasing the high you would have normally felt by now. Your eyes were shut, crinkled on your face as your lips parted, wet tongue occasionally darting out to lick at them.

You found yourself growing tired and desperate for it to end as you felt the man stutter inside you, his hands coming down onto your hips as you gazed down, noting that his concentrated face was rather amusing.

“Jesus Christ, you’re tight,” Louis groaned, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

Your head threw itself back, eyes automatically rolling. However, this time, it wasn’t with pleasure and more with annoyance. Your moan was obnoxious as you rubbed at your clit, the sensitive nub throbbing against your finger before you prepared to fake your orgasm, your voice growing higher pitched by the second before you were lulling your mouth open.

“Oh God, Simon!”

Your body paused as you gasped, a hand flicking up to your mouth with embarrassment as you looked down with wide eyes. Louis had stilled now, his cock growing flaccid with disappointment as you adjusted yourself.

“Uh- Sorry, who’s Simon?”

“Oh my God, it was an accident. Louis, I’m so sorry-“

“I’m going to go,” he spat, his eyes rapid as he chased around the room for his clothes. You were humiliated as you looked down, spitting out any weak excuse you could to stop him from leaving.

“Louis, I’m so sorry, I promise I didn’t mean to do that- I really enjoyed our date!”

Your eyes were fuzzy now, glazed with unshed tears as you held back a hiccup, wrapping a silken dressing gown around your bare frame. The night sky was unkept and wild as bats swarmed over your duplex, an occasional hiss from frogs hidden beneath dying trees calling out into the slumber.

Your date was justifiably angry, his clothes on back to front as he huffed around your house for his keys. Outside, Simon stood proud. His hand stunk of tobacco, a lit cigarette slowly burning away in his hand as he scurried outside after your very loud slip-up.

The front door was nearly taken off its hinges as Louis barged it open, muttering under his breath before he looked to the side, his eyes taking in the burly man who sprawled himself across the chair on the porch, a cocky grin on his face.

“Y’ alright?” The Lieutenant remarked, his eyes burrowing any vulnerable emotions as he lapped in the sight of the dishevelled man before him. The air was thick with growing tension, any form of common sense seizing from Louis as he strolled over to Simon, his fist closed.

“You fucking prick-“

For a moment, all that could be heard was the gentle hum of passing traffic on further streets or the occasional jingle of a dying street light flickering. Your eyes were bewildered as you stepped outside, taking in the sight of the angered man’s fist colliding with your neighbour’s cheek, a grunt leaving parted lips.

Simon was quick to rise to his feet, towering over the man by a multitude as his elbow connected with his jaw, a horrific crack kissing your ears as you winced, watching him pummel the other side of his face with a hooked punch.

“Stop!” You screeched, attempting to play hero as you grabbed at Louis’ arm, trying to pull him away.

The pain didn’t hit you at first as you fell back, your body colliding with the porch floor with a huff. You weren’t even sure something had happened until you felt a rush leaving your nose, the pink silk that concealed you now stained with a growing crimson.

Simon’s face was uncanny as he watched you, his eyes consumed by his pupils as he knocked the man to the floor, quickly positioning himself above him as he pummelled his skin, tainting it with a tattoo of bruises as he choked out on his anger.

“Simon! Stop it! You’re going to kill him,” you writhed, clutching onto your swollen nose as blood trembled down your lips, the taste of metallic filtering through your buds. Louis spluttered underneath the Lieutenant as Ghost raised himself, rushing to your side as he held onto the bridge of your nose.

Louis gasped for air as he turned to the side, spattering blood onto the floor as he turmoiled in pain. His car keys were strewn onto the lawn as he turned to look at your bruising face, his own replicating yours in a more severe state. Sticky tears fell from your eyes as you watched your date limp to his sportscar, his clothes cascaded in both bodily fluids and dirt.

“I need to stop the bleeding, make sure it’s not broken,” Simon whispered, hoisting you up into his jittering frame.

Of course, you wanted to speak to Simon again; you were practically dying for it. Just not like this. Your house felt lifeless as he positioned you on your bathroom counter, the thin fabric that you wore doing nothing to shun the cold as you shivered.

The bleeding had stopped now as he removed the tissues from your nose, admiring it for any noticeable breaks.

“It’ll hurt for a bit, but it’s not broken. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” you mewled, closing your eyes as you rested your head against the mirror. You opened them for a moment, watching Simon as he took you in, monitoring the way your chest rose and fell under the sheer gown you wore. Your nipples pebbled under his gaze, prickling through the pink as he sucked in a deep breath.

“I should go, ‘m sorry for beating your date up,” he ventilated, his gaze now focused on your parted lips. Your face was flushed, your cheeks blushed with both nerves and embarrassment as you nodded gently.

“You should go.”

Your lashes fluttered delicately, dipping against your cheek as you watched the Lieutenant, your bodies speaking for you as a calloused hand placed itself against an exposed region of your thigh. Your breathing faltered at the unfamiliar spark that lingered with the simplicity of the motion.

The mirror behind you began to fog with growing tension, an animalistic shade taking Simon’s russet eyes as he focused on the way you hicked with every stroll of his thumb. Every hair on your body raised as you found yourself spreading your legs, endless heat simmering from you as loose fingers fiddled with the strings of your dressing gown.

His pupils dilated once more as his hand found your throat, pulling it to the side with a tug as dried lips suckled the needy flesh, his kiss hot with both wanton and possession. Your moan was breathy and quiet, but he heard it. That was how you were supposed to sound.

Your cunt clenched as he latched onto the crook of your neck, trailing spit down to your chest as desperate fingers toyed with your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between thickened fingers. Simon’s breath was hot as he whispered against your breasts, his teeth grazing against the nubs before he took one into the heat of his mouth, rolling his tongue around them with a suck. He was quick to present the other with the same fortune, layering your tits with growing claims and drool.

Any air that was from your lungs was knocked out as his eyes met yours, his tongue flat against your chest as he growled.

"Know I left, but 'll make it up to ya, love. Need to make ya mine, can I do that?"

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CW: Cheating

It was preposterous. You should’ve been off limits; you were his best friend’s wife for God’s sake. Simon had always found himself attracted to you. You were bright and charming, always lighting the room up with so much as a subtle entrance.

The Lieutenant had looked before, of course. Who wouldn’t? Especially during the summer when you would parade around in your tiny bikinis, stiff nipples poking against the thin fabric, only a hint of sensitive buds exposed when you would jump in the water and quickly rush to the surface.

How could he not look when you would bend over in those skimpy dresses, a peak of your ass flashing him before you straightened up, running your hands over the cotton in an attempt to compose yourself.

It became impossible, though, when you were sitting on the sofa, your husband in the kitchen cooking for the lot of you, and your eyes trailed over Simon, milking in his broad figure.

“Take a seat, darling,” you said, voice sultry as you patted down with your foot, a fresh pedicure gracing your toenails. How could he refuse? You had some ridiculous reality show on, not that either of you were paying attention.

You were so graceful and delicate that the man almost thought it was a mistake when you lifted your dress up the pillows of your thighs. That was until you spread them, your bare cunt glistening with slickness as you cooed out quietly into the air, trailing a digit down to your heat.

Simon had been put in many difficult situations before, but this took the cake. Deep, brown eyes watched you toy with your clit, swirling your finger around as you plunged two into your pussy, soft squelches following the noises from the television as you watched him twitch, his eyes moving from yours towards your cunt.

He was quiet as he shuffled towards you, tugging your fingers from your mound as he replaced them with his own, watching you suck your taste from your hand. Your fist was in your mouth now, plugging any sound before you were gushing, soaking the couch with your squirt as you let out a giggle.

Of course, you returned the favour later by shoving his cock down your pretty throat, bruising it in the process as you spluttered, spit drooling down your chin. You were so eager to please. Did you treat your husband like this?

It also came to Simon’s relief when his best friend exclaimed that Simon was far too drunk to drive home so he should stay in the guest room. It was even more of a relief when you snuck in during the middle of the night, slinky nightgown on as you rode him before he stuffed your tight cunt full, his load nestled into your heat.

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You weren’t even sure how you both discovered your kink for public sex until it just happened one day.

It wasn’t Simon’s fault, he needed you. You were so pretty in that tiny sundress and he could tell you weren’t wearing any panties.

His bicep coiled around your waist as you sat on his lap, the coach of the train only occupied by 2 others on the opposite end. His rigid cock as nestled inside you, angry tip rubbing against your cervix with every small movement as you nibbled on your bottom lip.

You wriggled before you raised yourself and slapped down on his lap, your flesh connecting for a moment with a smack as you looked around. You grew restless as Simon held onto your waist, helping you move as you whined into your fist.

“Shhhh, don’t be too loud,” he whispered in your ear, licking a stripe of your neck as he bunched your dress up at your waist, his eyes trained on the jiggle of your ass.

You were a panting mess as you rubbed at your clit, your movements growing sloppy as you neared your orgasm. Simon was quick to take over, his thrusts meeting yours as you choke on the air with a splutter, his cock reaching unnecessarily deep as you squirt, your pussy clenching his cock with every passing second before your cunt was collecting his cum.

“Here’s our stop,” he would say, tapping you on the ass gently before taking hold of your hand. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, you could barely walk.