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Say it with flowers 🌻🌹🌷🪻

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“pretty little thing,” simon murmurs, words sticking together in his drunken state. “flew too far from yer coop, didn’t’y?”

you hiccup, watching him even amidst the tears. there’s something shining underneath the sadness, and later, when simon wakes up on his bed with a person he’s never seen before—and simon doesn’t make a habit of bringing home strangers, not even for one night stands—he’ll remember this moment and find the word for it.

you were scared of him.

big man like him cornering you behind the dingy bar—no wonder you were shaking in fear when you’re all too caught up with his crooning words and too caught by his bulk to even reply to him properly. but, well, you look… adorable, like this; endearing with the way you want to lean into your desire, but also fight him off. like you want a chase. a grapple.

a hunt.

“so? wan’ try flyin’ away, sweet girl?”

it takes a heartbeat before you give him a breathless nod. simon grins.

he pats your hip, relishing the squeaked jolt it forces out of you, before he gives you space, tilting his head to the side to let you go. you eye the opening before flicking them back up to meet his gaze.

your hesitance is almost cute but simon needs you and he needs you now.

“go on,” he rumbles. “let me have t’work for you.”

“okay,” you say, giggly. then you’re off, slipping from his grasp.

don’t worry. he’ll have you soon, anyway.

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just his girl being so attracted to simon and him not understanding it. (18+)

i mean like...he's never had a girlfriend like this. he's never even had a girlfriend, period, not really, not anyone he's seen more than once, not one that he's known long enough to remember her name.

he just doesn't get it. whenever he comes into your vicinity, he can see the sparkle in your eyes. the smile that graces your face, the way your expression lights up, the way your body moves on its own just to get closer to him.

he wonders if he lets you because of the sick satisfaction he feels. to be the center of your attention, it makes him feel so fucking special, so important. another man can look at you the same way, but he knows your cunt will be dry. but when he looks at you that way, he can see the way your legs squeeze together, and he loves knowing that if he flipped up the hem of your skirt, you'd be so sticky and practically drooling there, all for him.

he doesn't think himself very attractive. he's had his fair share of one night stands, but the way you keen for him makes him so hungry. he loves hearing you whine when he grabs your ass, loves feeling you drip onto his fingers when he kisses you after a long day, loves the way that nothing else will ever make you smile the way he can when he touches your face.

"i love you so much," you whisper, and he has to look away or else he'll groan.

"i missed you," you whimper after he's been away for a long time, and he has to bite back the tremble in his lip because fuck, he missed you, too.

"you're so big, baby," you whine, and he can't help the way he chubs up immediately as you feel up his thick biceps, along his pecs, over the warm layer of fat around his solid middle. you can cum so fast just riding his big thigh, hell--you can cum by yourself just looking at him. he's so hot to you, so handsome, even if he doesn't take his mask off or any of his clothes, because you love him so much, and his eyes are sometimes all you need to feel enough. and fuck if that isn't the biggest ego boost, seeing his girl's pussy creaming just by fixating on the flex of his big hand.

his confidence is so puffed whenever he's around you. he gets goosebumps whenever your eyes are on him. even now, it's been years with you, and you still make him feel like the hottest guy in the room with the way your eyes look him up and down.

you're his perfect girl. his best prize. he doesn't understand how he ever got you, how he ever reeled you in, but there isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't understand how undeserving he is of you and how incredibly lucky he is. it makes him selfish. he has you, and he can't lose you, so fuck how he has to keep you, cause he will. and he thinks you like that, too.

he thinks you like the way he fondles you under your skirt in a crowded place. he thinks you like the way he fucks, deep thrusts as he grips your face and murmurs mine, mine, mine between low groans and fingerprint bruises. he thinks you like the way he hovers, glaring at anyone that looks your way and devouring you in a grocery store parking lot because the cashier at the till looked at your legs for just a second too long, and need ta remind ya who ya belong to, pet.

you were wet anyways, he had worn short sleeves that day, and your eyes hadn't left his tattoo sleeve since he came out of the shower. so wet, ruining those panties, his favorite little black pair with the skull print pattern along the band.

dripping, creamy, pulsing little cunt that is all his. hadn't so much as even touched you yet, and here you are, drooling so sweet. he just didn't want to waste the meal.

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Simon Riley who has a Daddy kink 🤧

Tags; Daddy kink/Rough sex/Afab

Imagine being in bed with this man, fucked so hard on the mattress you sleep that you can feel it up your very spine. All you can do is whine and whimper underneath Simon, who molds you into every position he loves you in. Never on your stomach, he needs to see that pretty face, has to hear you babble on about how he's too deep, how you're so close.

"Say my name, princess." Simon grunts, his balls slapping against the soft skin of your ass, his hands wrapped tightly around your knees as his cock buries itself deep inside your cunt.

"Mmmf–fuck, Daddy!" You squeal out when the head of his cock nudges a particular spongy spot that sends you shivering from your head, down to your curled up toes. Tears pricked the side of your eyes, threatening to roll down your flushed cheeks. You closed them only for a second, just a second.

"Good girl, taught ya well." Simon hissed, a dark edge to his voice as he plunged into you with near brutality, showing you no mercy but the mercy of pleasure. The wet sound of bodies clashing filled the air, mingling with your moans and the distant roll of thunder.

Your little whimpers and pleads were like music to his ears, fueling his carnal instincts. His large hands, rough from combat, yet delicate in their craft, maintained an iron grip on your knees as he moved—his eyes locked on the sight where you were joined—a sight that turned his blood into liquid fire.

"You can take it. I know you can." He demanded, his words heavy and hot against your feverish skin. "Open those eyes for me, now." Simon towers of over you, lips curling with dark delight.

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Listening to fun cunty pop music in an attempt to feel better doesn't necessarily always work but if nothing else you can realize how fucking funny a situation you're in when you're sitting there with a thousand yard stare while your headphones are like H O T T O G O YOUU CAN TAKE ME HOT TO GO 💃 and once again absurdism wins

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Fun Fact in On The Run reader has been on the farm for 6 years, just you and the animals

so to say you are also a little pent up would be an understatement, especially once the guys start staying with you

it’s absolutely no shock that you indulge in their touches rather quickly, acting as though they were an annoyance the first two months, but after feeling Gaz’s bare chest pressed against your back, fresh out of the shower and asking you oh so sweetly if you’d make a pie for them, it’s game over, you become putting in their hands

The first time Soap pulls you into his lap while you listen to Ghost and Gaz argue about what movie to watch that night, it takes everything in you not to whimper at the feeling of his stubbled cheek nuzzling your neck

“ye always smell so good bonnie..” he mumbles, hands massaging your thighs gently and your blood roars in your ears

“t-thank you..” you breathe, doing your damndest not to squirm, but it’s all in vein.

you feel his lips brush against your neck, trailing up to your ear and your eyes flutter, cheeks warming as his fingers trace lazy circles on your inner thigh. You don’t think, legs spreading just slightly, and he pauses, and you can feel his grin against your skin as his fingers skim the hem of your nightgown.

“yeah? ye finally gonna let me…?” he whispers, breath hot against your ear and you’re nodding dumbly, eyes rolling back when Soap teases a finger over the soaked fabric of your panties.

“god yer fuckin’ droolin’ and i avent’ even touched ye properly…” he pants against your ear, and then he’s shoving your panties to the side with one hand, and your body jerks at the feeling of Soap’s fingers dragging through your slick folds

“What’s this then?” Gaz’s voice cuts through the fog in your brain, but you can’t talk. Only whine when Soap adjusts you on his lap, spreading your legs with his knees so he can give the others a nice good look at what he’s doin.

“A’int she just a fuckin sight?”

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By KitMills

[jackthesage]

something something the squad blindfolding you for that typical sex game that is popular right now which is: they’ll fuck you and you have to guess which cock is whose, and they’ll only stop when you finally get all four of them right.

you thought it was going to be easy—you’re all so familiar with each other’s bodies, both because of missions but also because of the way you all paw at each other, trying to smother the nightmares through sex, but then they’re fucking you in the dark and you can’t glean who it is.

not just because you’re blindfolded, but you’re also bound to deter you from cheating. and the pleasure is also just too much that you don’t have the ability to feel every different ridge or curl of their cocks or how the bulbed head feels different—johnny’s the only one cut between all of them, and even then you don’t know which one is his.

you’re crying by the end of it, exhausted and spent, but another cock is fucking into you, and then john’s voice croons from somewhere behind you, “c’mon pretty bird. we don’t have all night.”

the game continues on or something something.

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Price: So, how's parenthood treating you? Y/N: Good. I didn't expect this much crying though Price: Don't worry, that's normal for babies Y/N: The baby? I was talking about Simon Simon, sobbing from the next room: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

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why he ate that

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cw: consensual somnophilia.

somnophilia with simon riley, the way you look laying on your side, limbs stretched peacefully and your lips open in soft snores, cradled against his broad chest with your leg draped around his thick thigh, humming something sleepily when he strokes his fingers against your delicate skin.

wearing nothing but some of your comfortable cotton panties and his shirt, looking domestically like that, sweetest ever with your eyes still closed in peaceful sleep when his thick fingers brush against your clothed pussy, tracing your folds that is hugged by the fabric, suddenly growing wet.

you're still loose, you two fallen asleep towards the dawn because of simon's unsated hunger for you, making you still slick beneath your panties and far from resisting when simon's fingers creep beneath the cotton to stroke at your puffy folds, fingers moving against your slit, collecting the strings of slick to plunge his digits carefully into your warm hole.

checks on your reaction, seeing how your brows scrunch slightly and you moan breathlessly, before lolling your head aside and continuing to snore gently, as he pumps his fingers slowly in your pussy, feeling how it makes you even wetter, squelching softly as your breath hitch and gummy walls tighten.

simon's cock is already swollen when he bobs out, getting rid of his boxers briefs to pump at his leaking length couple of times, coating the veiny girth in tacky precum before he moves your panties aside, fingers holding onto thin fabric gently, gripping at your hip bone as he guides his tip to prod against your clenching hole.

you swallow him to the brim, thin silken walls stretching to accommodate his size, as they latch around his veiny cock once he starts to pump into you cautiously, eyes directed on your relaxed face as he exhales harshly, shuddering at the feel of your pulsing warmth, sopping with slick.

he coats your neck in a wet, messy kisses, rubbing his nose against your skin as he humps your pussy, thrusts sloppy, too overwhelmed by the feel of you as his muscles constrict, stomach rising and falling heavily when his cock throbs and jerks against your spongy spot, grinding into the sensitive spot so you'll cum alongside him.

it takes a couple of minutes and his calloused thumb rubbing uneven circles to your little nub, making you writhe with sleepy whimpers, before your walls seize around his throbbing cock, clamping tight with gushing, creamy slick as he presses his hips against your ass, head tilting back with stiffled growls as he fills you full.

letting his thick seed coat your fluttering walls, as you groggily wake up, eyes fluttering open with hazy veil, strained whimper escaping your lips as his cock pulsates again, dribbling last drops of cum in you, before simon rolls to slump beside you, cradling your limp body back against his chest, cooing that he's sorry for waking you up and you can sleep for longer.

and you do, cuddling as close as possible to nuzzle below his chin, closing your eyes back and enjoying the way he strokes his fingers up and down your spine, his cock still cockwarmed by your fluttering walls, keeping his cum from leaking out of you, as he nuzzles your head and dozes off too.

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Just want Old Man!Price to shove his fat cock into my mouth as he grabs the back of my head forcing me to take his length despite my gags and the spit that dribbles down my chin and onto the floor.

A creamy ring forms around the base of his cock- a mix of spit and his precum as he controls the pace and when you breathe like the good fuck doll you are.

Looking up at him with doe eyes, your puffy cunny begins to drip onto the floor, making you aware of how much your cunt is being neglected in the moment so you decide stuff yourself full with your fingers hoping to alleviate the ache between your legs only to have John push your held all the way down to the hilt of his cock, your nose brushing against his coarse hair.

A silent warning to stop trying to make yourself feel full that only his cock can make you feel otherwise, poor you risk not going the night without a proper fucking 🥺

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i love my ocs i dont care if they have dumb names and are dumb i still love them

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oral is a non-negotiable for simon. you aren't having penetrative sex if he isn't able to have you in his mouth first. you have to be prepared - worked thoroughly and loosened up to be able to take his dick. he wants to slide right in with no resistance, your walls practically suffocating him with how tight they squeeze his cock with desire.

you're whining underneath him, begging him to put it in, saying you're ready and don't need to wait but he's not listening. your dainty panties are soiled already, a growing wet spot visible in the thin fabric. he pulls them down slowly, kissing your knee that's propped up against his chest. your slick sticks to the fabric, a line of dribble sticking to your inner thigh as they're removed.

cold air caresses your clit first, an exhale escaping your pretty lips in anticipation.

"'s fuckin wet already. maybe you are ready for my cock, huh, love?" simon mumbles, more to himself than to you. you can only whimper in response.

his thick fingers spread your swollen lips, exposing your wet clit to him, feeling the throb of your heartbeat against his fingertips. you watch with anticipation as he adjusts himself between your legs, licking his lips as he leans down, your feet coming to rest on his shoulders. he gives your clit a soft kiss, a sharp inhale making your body tense, awaiting his next move.

his hands move to grip your thighs, his slick covered fingers spreading your wetness along your own skin, but you're too worked up to feel embarrassed. you mewl as his hot tongue swipes along your entrance back to your clit, sucking it in his mouth as he flicks his tongue quickly against the sensitive bud.

your legs are already beginning to thrash against him, body involuntarily twitching and shaking as he devours you, shoving his tongue into your creamy pussy as far as it'll let him.

"fuck si!" you cry, gripping onto his short blond hair while your other hand braces the sheets for dear life. your hip flexors burn from being forced open, stretched past comfortability as he holds them down toward the mattress.

"tastes so fuckin' good baby," he groans as he pulls back for air, giving your clit a quick slap that has you nearly jumping off the mattress in shock before he sucks you back in, shaking his head side to side as he flattens his tongue on your clit, dragging you past pleasure to pure ecstasy.

two thick fingers shove into you with ease, stretching your gummy insides and curling against that spongy spot within you that makes you see stars. an immense pressure builds within your stomach, a wet squelching sound echoing throughout the room with each thrust of his fingers, fucking you with them hard and fast.

"gonna cum! gonna fucking cum-" you cry, holding his head in place against your clit as your ass and thighs lock, tensed so hard you can feel them cramping but you're too fucking close to care. simon's dark brown eyes watch your face twist, eyes rolling back as he flicks his tongue against your clit just how he knows you need it.

your hot walls grip his fingers as you release, a rush of liquid squirting out onto his face and chest as he continues to finger-fuck you through it, coaxing all of the liquid he can get out of you. black dots cloud your vision, unable to move or control your body, feeling like you're floating.

"thas' good baby," he comforts you, "y'did fuckin' amazing for me."

his fingers slow to a stop, allowing you to catch your breath and your consciousness to return to your body. your heart pounds in your ears, the pressure almost dizzying. "doin' okay, love?" simon's brows furrow, caressing your outer thighs as you slowly pull your shaking legs closed.

"too good," your voice is weak, "can't feel my legs because of you."

he laughs, wiping his chin from your wetness that drips down to his neck, "good. means you're ready f'me. now why don't you get on your stomach for me, little thing?"

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god you just know simon likes it messy. he likes it when you're a drooling, crying mess; hiccupping once in a while because it's so hard to breathe when you're plugged with his cock. he loves holding a heavy hand on the back of your head and forcing you to stay still with his cock down your throat. you're more subdued now, used to his width, but his thighs are full of angry welts from when you were scratching him, trying to pull away. spit bubbles from the corner of your mouth where your lips are left as tight rings, swollen and bruised when simon used you like a toy, bullying all of himself in.

and thing is, he'd be so quiet throughout. ever so watching, attentive and tactile, but quiet. like a hunter stalking.

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Just a reminder that I'm built like this.😊

Fit girls do it best am I right? lol ☺️Also today is my last day in NYC so l'm flying back home to Atlanta today. It was both exhausting and fun so I look forward to visiting again in the future! ❤️