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FUCK YEAHAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAAGGRRRR

mine

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Naked cuddles that turn into you gripping my hips and going deep inside me

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Hi queen! Hope you’re having an amazing summer so far!! Just wondering if we’d get an update on a year in the apartment 6b? I love your work btw 🥰

Hiii!! Thank you so much ☺️ Ive been wanting to update it for so so so long, genuinely I don’t know what to say aside from:

I know it sounds corny, but Im not the same person I was when I started that series. So much has happened in my life and I feel like time moves so insanely fast. I get so embarrassed and disappointed with myself when I think about how long ago I started writing it and the fact that its still not finished.

To answer your question directly: there will absolutely be an update, I AM going to finish that series…I just cant tell you when 🫣 Just know that I think about it on a regular basis and that I absolutely wanna continue writing it 💕

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come get ur treat (whipped cream on my tits) 💘

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i love when teasing goes from cute nd innocent to ‘ohh that turned you on, didnt it?

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Throwback to some fall/winter fit checks cause I miss comfy sweater weather 🥹

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Simon Riley who gets clingy after a mission.

It was like clockwork when Simon got home after a mission. No matter how long it was, Simon would enter his home, smell the delicious steak you cooked every time he came home from a mission, and feel the stress leave his body.

It was as if Simon could hear everything, and then as soon as that door clicked shut, it went silent. He was home, he was safe.

Simon toe'd off his boots and slowly made his way to the kitchen, his muscles aching but his mind determined to see you.

"Hi honey" you smiled warmly as Simon entered the kitchen that his bulking figure made look small.

Simon didn't respond, instead walking up behind you as you worked on his steak and wrapped his arms around your middle, his face burying into your neck.

Once the two of you had finished dinner, you took Simons hand and pulled him gently upstairs, sitting him on your bed and starting a bath.

Simon used to feel silly getting into a bath that smelled like lavender. But now, he craved nothing more than to sit between your legs in the bath and let you wash his hair, massage his shoulders sore from kickback.

You had giggled softly when Simon growled quietly. A soft rumble deep in his chest as you scratch his scalp, and he hissed every now and then when you massaged his shoulders.

Once you'd both dried off, you slipped on one of Simons shirts and some panties, Simon putting on a pair of sweatpants before climbing into bed with you.

Now, you had about three seconds before Simon was going to grab your hips and pull you under him. So you had to get comfortable quickly and find the remote for the tv in your bedroom.

You successfully did, letting out a squeak as Simon hauled you underneath him. His head on your chest as you picked out a movie. You knew you weren't moving all night and for most of tomorrow. Simon would likely be following you like a lost puppy dog, reaching out to touch you whenever he could.

Simon made a small sound of approval at the movie you chose, letting out a soft rumble as you began scratching his scalp and his shoulder blades at the same time.

It wasn't long before Simons full weight was dropped on you. He always tried to keep his full weight off you, but when he fell asleep after a mission like this, it was inevitable.

You knew you likely wouldn't be told the details of his mission in the morning, but you didn't care. Your husband was home without a scratch, and that's all you cared about.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

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simon riley x reader

summary: simon gives you a toy, made just like him before he leaves — and shows you exactly how to use it.

warnings: sexual content, toyplay, soft dom vibes from simon. wc: 895

you were curled in simon’s lap with your cheek on his chest and your arms tucked in tight, practically hidden inside one of his oversized hoodies. it smelled like him. warm and worn and safe.

but tonight, even that wasn’t enough to keep your heart steady.

“you’re leaving tomorrow,” you whispered, your voice small.

he hummed against your temple. “early.”

you didn’t answer right away. his hand moved in slow circles on your thigh, calm, like he wasn’t thinking about the goodbye coming in less than twelve hours.

but you were. you were thinking about the ache you’d carry when his warmth was gone, when the nights got cold and quiet and lonely again.

and simon knew that. which is why, after a long pause, he said:

“got somethin’ for you.”

you looked up, eyes soft. “you already gave me your hoodie… and your cologne… and—”

he smirked faintly. “not that. somethin’ else.”

he leaned to the side, reached under the bed, and pulled out a small black box. sleek. expensive. unmarked.

your brows pinched. “…what’s in there?”

he offered it to you, the weight solid in your hands. “open it, lovie.”

you hesitated. unclicked the clasp.

then froze.

your mouth fell open. cheeks flushed hot.

and with a gasp, you shut the lid so fast it clicked.

“simon.”

he laughed—a deep, rough chuckle from his chest that only came out when he was amused and smug.

“what?” he said, like he didn’t just hand you the most inappropriate gift in existence.

you stayed buried behind your hands, voice barely a squeak.

“you got me… that—”

“that?” he teased, leaning closer. “you can say it.”

you shook your head fast. “no i can’t.”

“you can,” he smirked. “go on, lovie.”

you peeked at him between your fingers. “s’so dirty, simon.”

he smiled — slow, wicked, but soft around the edges.

“only for you.”

he pulled the box open again, lifting the thick, flushed, heavy toy out with one hand — and watched your face go red all over again.

your eyes dropped to the toy. and that’s when it hit you. the shape. the curve. the exact way it flared near the base.

your lips parted again. breath hitching.

“…wait.”

he tilted his head. “notice anything?”

“is that—” you looked from the toy to him and back again, face burning. “that’s not just a… it’s you?”

“mhm.” he rolled it between his fingers. “exact mold. took hours. made sure they got it perfect.”

your whole body shivered. you were trying to hide your face again, and simon leaned in close, whispering like he was telling you a secret:

“so when i’m gone, you won’t even miss me… ‘cause i’ll still be right here.”

you didn’t mean to lay back for him so easily.

but he always made it feel like something soft. something sweet. something right.

he helped you strip out of his hoodie, leaving you in nothing but your pretty skin, already warm with need. his eyes roamed every inch of you like you were art.

“so fuckin’ beautiful,” he muttered, kissing down your chest.

his fingers slid between your thighs, slow and easy, parting you so he could feel the sticky heat there.

“already wet for me, huh?” he smirked against your hip. “you like the thought of it?”

you nodded shyly. “it just… it really looks like you.”

“feels like me too.”

he dragged his fingers through your slick, then wrapped them around the toy. he stroked it up and down slowly, coating it in you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“ready?”

you breathed out, “yes.”

he nudged the thick tip to your entrance and you gasped, hips twitching.

“fuck,” you whined, clinging to the sheets. “it… it feels like you.”

“yeah?” he rasped, easing it deeper. “you remember me that well, bunny?”

you nodded, eyes wet. “feels the same. i swear, it’s just like you.”

he groaned softly, pressing it in until the base nearly kissed your skin. your walls squeezed around it, body clenching as you whimpered under the stretch.

“look at you,” he murmured, brushing your hair back. “takin’ it like a good girl.”

he moved it slow. deep. steady thrusts that had your thighs shaking and your breath hitching in your chest.

“this is how i want you to do it,” he said, voice wrecked. “when you’re alone. just like this.”

he guided your hand to the base. “go on. try it for me.”

your fingers curled around it. shy. unsure. but when you started to move it the way he had, simon lost his mind.

“that’s it, bunny… fuck yourself. pretend it’s me. pretend i’m right here, stretchin’ you out just like this.”

your breaths turned into high, choked whines as your hand moved faster, the toy hitting the perfect spot with each thrust. your back arched. your eyes rolled.

“si— simon— i can’t—”

“you can,” he said firmly. “you will.”

his fingers rubbed tight, desperate circles on your clit as you cried out, the pressure finally snapping.

you came hard around it, sobbing into his shoulder, legs trembling.

and he praised you the entire time.

“that’s it… good fuckin’ girl… so perfect, takin’ all of me like that.”

he held you after. whispered soft things against your forehead. and as he brushed your hair back, he murmured:

“think of me when you use it, yeah?”

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cockwarming is so comforting can i fall asleep with u inside me 🥺

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꣑୧ stretch marks ─ simon riley soft!simon

you were laying on the bed, scrolling through your phone. your shirt rode up your side as you shifted around to get comfortable again.

simon walked into the room and immediately his eyes landed on you. he couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his lips.

you hadn't noticed him yet, too engrossed in the video you were watching on your phone.

simon made his way to the bed and sat on the edge. his eyes unconsciously landed on your exposed skin. there was a thin mark right above your hip.

he leaned closer and realized exactly what it was: a stretch mark. his heart pounded softly.

it was silly, really. how a single stretch mark could make him love you even more.

he reached out, tracing his finger over the thin line on your skin. you shivered and finally looked away from your phone.

"what are you doing?" you said as you sit up. simon didn't say anything, only pushing you back down and lifting your shirt back up. this time he saw a few other stretch marks accompanying your hips and his smile grew.

you were so imperfectly perfect.

you quickly pulled your shirt back down. "s-stop." you said, feeling a bit insecure about the marks, but simon moved your hands away and lifted your shirt back up.

"beautiful." he whispered, his lips meeting the small marks on your skin. he smiled against each one before looking at you.

"now we match." he said before lifting his shirt up a bit so you could see a few scars on his hips.

you felt your heart flutter. he found your stretch marks beautiful. not even that, he thought you were matching now. you had never found him as endearing as you had now. you felt yourself falling more deeply in love with him.

you smiled and pulled him closer, pressing a soft kiss on his nose. "have i ever told you how much i love you?" you whispered against his lips.

simon let out a soft tender chuckle. his eyes held nothing but adoration for you.

"i love you just as much."

may this love find me

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teaching simon riley anatomy of his own dick !!

MINORS DNI, NSFW BELOW THE CUT ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

Simon Riley is used to danger.

He’s trained in torture resistance, knows half a dozen ways to kill with household items, has faced down death in more countries than you’ve had birthdays. But right now, sitting shirtless on the edge of your bed, legs spread and brows knit together while you kneel between them with that look on your face—

He’s suspicious. Immediately.

“…What’re ya up to?” His accent is flat, suspicious, but there’s a twitch in the corner of his mouth that betrays amusement.

You shrug innocently. Place one hand lightly on his bare thigh. He doesn’t flinch, but you feel the muscle shift under your touch.

“Gonna teach you somethin’,” you say sweetly.

He narrows his eyes.

“Don’t need any lessons, love. Think I’ve got the basics down.”

You raise a brow. Reach for his boxers.

Simon freezes.

“…You’re joking.”

You don’t answer. You just pull them down.

His cock—thick, flushed, intimidating—is half-hard already. He sits there, trying so hard not to react, though his jaw clenches and his eyes fluttered shut.

But the pink at the tips of his ears?

Dead giveaway.

You rest your hand at the base of his cock, light, nonchalant, and grin up at him.

“Alright, Mr. Riley. Let’s begin.”

He breathes in through his nose. Controlled.

“I swear to God—”

“Here we have the glans,” you say, as if delivering a lecture to a university class. “Also known as the tip. Extra sensitive. Tons of nerve endings. Real good for, you know—”

You flick your thumb gently over the slit.

Simon grunts.

You look up at him. Innocent. “Stimulation.”

He says nothing.

His jaw is tight, hands gripping his thighs, as if he was restraining himself from taking over this lesson. He wanted to. Wanted to

But right now?

He lets you teach.

“This—” you wrap your hand around the shaft, slowly stroking from base to head “—is the corpus cavernosum. Two spongy chambers that fill with blood to form the erection.”

He stares at you.

“I know what an erection is,” he mutters, flustered now.

“Mm. I’m giving you a refresher.”

You stroke again. He sucks in a breath.

Then, quietly—“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.”

“Maybe. But you’ll die educated.”

He laughs—low, dark—chest rumbling under the scar-laced skin. His head tips back just slightly, lips parted as your hand works him with maddening slowness. Precise. Like you’re the trained marksman and his body is your target.

And it’s working.

He’s rock hard now, the flush spreading down his chest to his abs. His cock is heavy in your palm, leaking, twitching every time your thumb presses just under the head.

You lean in close and lick a stripe up the underside.

Simon groans—hands flying up to fist the sheets behind him.

“And this,” you say, licking your lips, “is your frenulum. Tight little band under the glans. One of the most sensitive points on your dick.”

He exhales through his teeth, muttering something filthy under his breath.

“Fuckin’ hell—where’d ya learn all this?”

You smile sweetly. “A chef never reveals his recipe.”

Simon chokes.

You laugh. Press a kiss to the tip of his cock, just to watch him shudder.

He looks down at you, eyes dark, pupils blown, teeth clenched.

“You’re enjoying this,” he grunts.

“A little.”

“You’re cruel.”

“And you’re hard as hell.”

He shakes his head, breath hitching as your mouth finally envelops the head—soft, warm, slow. But just before he can buck his hips, just before he lets that groan escape his throat—

You pull off.

He actually whimpers.

You blink up at him, all wide-eyed innocence. “Would you like a pop quiz, Lieutenant Riley?”

Simon exhales. Laughs once. Dark and wrecked.

“You keep this up, love, and 'm flipping ya over the bed. You’ll feel every anatomical structure you just described.” He murmured, half-warning and half-threat.

You hum, licking your lips.

“Mm. Tactile learning.”

He scoffs.

And then?

He does flip you.

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simon riley never cums easily.

he doesn't. he swears.

but fuck, when you are looking at him from the top as you ride him after three rounds?

"mngh..." just a little needy noise as he grabs your hips and make you move back and forth, hissing with his eyes fluttering shut to make you impossible closer. "need ya'— luv, just— oh, yes, yes, yes—!"

he can't help it. the shock in his spine as he arched his back like he was electrified in the bed, cumming deep inside you because you never like when he wears a condom and practically pumping you full.

as he pants and drive his fingers to find your clit, he knows he has to be on top again or he's gonna overstimulate before round five.

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girls with voice kinks are so fucking hot

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Any stories releasing soon by any chance?

Hopefully the next part to my ‘apartment 6B series’

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BEEFY BOY ENTHUSIAST TILL I DIE!!!

Ripped ghost truthers come to my doorsteps to die.