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Valeria does this with her girlfriend sorry I don't make the rules

I love this for the future Mrs. Garza. That is exactly what happens with Alejandro and Rudy but in reverse. It goes a little sumn like this:

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I always joke that I should be a fin domme in these streets but I’d be so square and awkward with it. Like yes, you, uh… you loser, send that CashApp my way.

And then when they ask what I did with the money, I tell them I put it in my savings lmao.

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Kyle would 100% give you a massage after you had a difficult day at work, but I know for a fact that I'd make it 30 seconds MAX into his massage until I'm arching my back like I'm in heat or smthn

HHHHHH he's so husband-shaped

It's a nice back massage where Kyke's sitting on you just enough for you to feel his dick resting on that pretty ass of yours. M'hm.

And he's using his favorite body oil, too?

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I know I've talked about Simon and his tongue and titty piercings, but what about the likes of, say, Mace, Horangi, or even... Keegan?

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i miss turning simon out😔 wanna show our soldier some love

Turning Simon out also includes helping him realize he has an oral fixation. Of course, he has to have something in his mouth. Of course he does. You'd think Si's smoking habits would have clued him in, but nope.

Your cunt, however, did.

He's insatiable with it, too. Feasts on you like fine dining, like you're the best fuckin' thing he's ever tasted. You have to pull away more often than not; it's for both your sakes. You're a shaking, overstimulated mess, and Simon wouldn't come up for air if you didn't.

"Fuck are you doin', luv? Lemme taste you," he says, roughly, pleading and gasping for air all the same. You usually silence him with two fingers in his mouth, and he licks and sucks on 'em the same way he does your pussy, tasting you again, and Simon's in heaven. Fuck.

And then he popped up with a tongue piercing. Took you by surprise. You kept staring, and Simon was nonchalant about it all. He later mentioned something about the way it felt in his mouth and inside you. M'hm. He has an oral fixation, alright.

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i wanna peg loser!simon SOOOOOO bad gng its not even funny

You and your “jokes” have gotten you into a lotta shit with Simon. This one’s no different. He fucked you so good you laughed and said you’d return the favor. Next time you met up, there he was, nursing a fucking cigarette as always, staring at you something fierce, and three guesses as to what was on the coffee table in front of him.

Umm… oh shit.

Everything’s hot and heavy, you’re both sweaty, and you’re pissed that he held you to your dumb ass joke. Your pussy’s so fuckin’ wet because holy fuck, you’re fucking this man, this big behemoth of a loser on his back, muscled thighs spread like the goddamn whore he is, and all you can do is twist the knife and degrade him, babbling on and on, calling him a desperate fuck, that you shoulda done this sooner if you knew he’d like it so much, that you should record this and send it to the rest of his team from his phone because what would they think of their comrade getting fucked like some slag, that’s he’s a whore, a fuckin’ pathetic whore spreading his legs like this—fuck! And he likes it, the bastard likes it; he likes the chaos, your frenzied thrusts, and the groans, the curses, the way he commands you to give him more, cock harder than diamond and shit, it’s too much—

Your cunt’s gushing. Your thighs are starting to ache, Simon’s stroking himself about to cum and… and goddamn, you’re pussy deep in the circus now. 🤡

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does loser!simon keep a picture of his girl in his wallet?

Yeahhhh… no.

The type of pictures he has are not safe for his wallet if you catch my drift.

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Greeting Simon Riley when he comes out the shower. Taking his towel away so you can see everything and humming pleasurably. Embracing him, running your hands appreciatively over his body, scars and all, feeling the musculature and power underneath your fingers. Calling him your beautiful boy, telling him how handsome he is, how you like what you see, and making your soldier, your quiet storm, flush under the intensity of your stare.

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I talked to my professor today and he was curious about the brace on my wrist. I told him I probably raptured my tendon but I haven’t had the time to go to the doctor yet to get it properly checked out. And the first sentence that came out of his mouth was that I should definitely get it checked out but that I didn’t need a doctors note because I could still type with my other hand.

I just looked at him like 👁️👄👁️ because I didn’t know if he was joking or not

I read this, thought long and hard about what your professor said, and then proceeded to type with my less dominant hand just to see lmao.

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And sometimes you feel like testing the waters a little, y’know? You’ll open the covers again, be met with the same fish-eyed stare, bed hair, and cowlicks, reach in and boop the snoot. No reaction, just Simon staring in Ghost. The blackest eyes. The eepiest eyes. Down the covers go again. Another time, you tried to move. Didn’t work. Just 200+ pounds of muscle and ass reinforcing snuggles on top of you. Not even a grunt. Just eepy, muscly loafness. There was also that one time you tried your hand with a biscuit, Simon’s favorite actually. You lifted the covers (again), there was his signature stare and bed hair (again), and you quietly slipped a biscuit in there, right between Simon’s lips. And he took it. Held it there. And continued to stare. So did you. And after an awkward stare-off, you slowly brought the cover down. Heard the soft chewing, delighted in living to see another day (lmao), and wondered how you’re gonna get from under 200+ pounds of muscle and ass.

Simon is a cuddly blanket gremlin cat who will either burrow under the covers with you or snuggle right next to you. There are no exceptions. No, you cannot explain the mass of eepy darkness on top of you. Yes, you must let it happen. No, you do not want to know what you'll find when you peek under the covers. Yes, your curiosity gets the best of you, and you open them enough to let natural light filter in (how dare you) and be met with bed hair, cowlicks, and a fish-eyed stare. Yes, you slowly let the blanket down again, and he resumes his eepiness.

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Gorgeous SAS man with fluffy hair and intense eyes

this is the first time we can see his eyes without them being blurred

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loser!simon with a tongue piercing come save me from my dead end internship please

He gets it on a whim—it's your fault, really. You put the idea in his mind because why not complete the bad boy trifecta? Dark ink, dark lungs, and a dark piercing. It's a shiny black stud, sitting right there on that fat tongue of his, and you're intrigued. For once.

Mm. Look at your loser going outside his comfort zone. Or some shit like that.

And you reward him handsomely. It's two of your fingers, coated in your juices, and Simon sucks on them, never taking his eyes off you. He tastes them, tastes you, and you hum in satisfaction as his tongue makes sweet love to your fingers and the stud glides smoothly over your skin.

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I’d love to punish loser!Simon for being a desperate slut for me by overstimulating him.

Either I would jerk him off or I would make him jerk himself off until he’s shooting blanks before I’d finally sink myself down on him. I wanna see tears by the end of the night.

You're in a bitchy mood, the shitty reality TV ain't hitting at the moment, and as usual, Simon's a greedy fuck. Okay, then.

It's you slumped on the couch, and you have Simon on his knees, on his floor, in his apartment right between your spread legs, eyeing your pretty cunt, wanting some fine dining because he's tired of fuckin' TV dinners and cheap booze. Too bad you're being a right bastard by denying him, and he has the gall to look affronted as only a pathetic loser like him can. You look down at him with mock pity, if only to hone in on the fact that someone like him shouldn't be so fuckin' desperate, but cunt has made fools of stronger men, so... whatever.

"Don't touch me, touch yourself. And don't stop until I say so." Look at you, joining the circus yet again. 🤡

But Simon's a good soldier where it counts. Takes out his hard cock and gets to work like the bestest boi he is, all while eyeing your pussy, so close and yet so far. It's as if he has tunnel vision; you scrunch your nose in disgust.

An intake of breath; it's shaky, Simon is shaky—"Fuck."—and the telly is background noise compared to the slickslickslick of that big hand of his stroking his cock, and it's only then that you realize that he's testing the waters and inching closer and—

"Nope." You capture his head between your thighs, as a deterrent or to be a fuckin' tease, you're not sure, but you hold him there. You get off on his shaky grunts (he's so fuckin' close), and his warm breath on your skin gives you goosebumps. It's only when you hear Simon grunt and feel him tremble that you realize the desperate fuck came all over his pants, his hands, and on his floor. Ugh.

Simon's pupils are blown, and he's yet to stop looking at your cunt. You tell him to look at you and you wish you hadn't.

"I didn't tell you to stop."

And like the good overstimulated dog soldier that he is, he strokes himself again, a bit jerkier this time.

His eyes never leave yours, and it makes your face hot.

Fuck you, Simon.

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That latest post ......

that's Simon's big ass baby maker right there i take no arguments

That's Simon's big ass, alright, damn near feral because you spent the better part of the day being a bloody damn tease and he just had to get you back because fuck it.

And now you're looking at his hard, uncut cock, the heaviest set of hairy balls you've ever seen, and some hairy fucking thighs, and all you can say is damn because his pants sure do hide a lot.

The bastard is just hairy. Hairy and bloody fucking horny.

And yes, luv, it's gonna fit. He'll make sure of it.

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I love you animal

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Thinking about smoke sesh that turns into flirting and groping that turns into disrespectful choke-slam creampie sex