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[lyqiche]

polo shirt

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

filthy older bf simon riley

—ㅤ ꒰ྀིㅤ simon riley x reader ಿৎ

mentions of: oral (m) receiving, vaginal sex, age gap (legal - simon in his early-mid 30’s reader in early 20s), slight breeding kink, unprotected sex

older! bf simon riley that’s just disgustingly filthy when it comes to you.

older bf simon would have no shame in grabbing your ass or tits, his large tatted hand giving your perky ass a harsh slap, or shamelessly squeezing the fat on your tits. “come on, ‘m just appreciating my girl,” he grunted whenever others stared.

he loves a good quickie.

having your moans muffled by his large hand as his cock splits your glossy cunt in half, the lewd squelching sound filling up the small room. “hear that luvie? yer pussy luvs this.” the room would end up smelling like sex and sweat, the two of your body’s glistening as simon rutted into you. simon never missed an opportunity to tease you about the age gap, “love gettin’ fucked by a man a decade older hm? getting dumbed out on his cock.”

simon absolutely loved watching you drool all over his cock.

he could coo at the sight of you all messy and dumb, your pink glossy lips smeared with your mascara running down. simon would spit in your mouth beforehand, ensuring that you had enough slobber to drool all over your chin, making a sticky mess on your hands. “‘s a messy girl luvie.” he would shove his fingers inside your mouth, making you gag slightly,

his tone soft and teasing a he tapped on your cheek, “make sure yer breathing yeah? can’t have you passin’ out on me.” you nodding slowly as your nose was nestled into his messy pubes. once he comes down your throat he would make sure that you swallowed each drop, forcing your head down all the way, “don’t be wasteful yeah? need to fill you up.” after simon would pry your mouth open with his fingers, making sure that you obeyed. “‘m just checkin’ luvie”

simon loved covering you with his cum he would come on your face, gluing your lashes together as his large hand smears it all over your cheeks. same went for your tits, coating them with his sticky cum as he continued fucking them, your skin glistening whilst making the most wet and squelching sounds with simon’s cock sliding in between your breasts. “they’re so damn pretty baby, ‘m luv em so much.”

simon loves the idea of breeding you, the thought of you all round and plump whilst carrying his own child made his ego swell. he would beg to come inside, “please luvie? you’d look so perfect all round, i’ll make you my sweet little house wife yeah? lookin’ all pretty while i work.” as an extra precaution he would come multiple times, enough where it made a sticky mess on your inner thighs and it leaking out even with his cock stuffed inside you.

[rascal-rose]

waiter! more quirky lil bosses with tragic elements to them please!

[gothgirlempire]

Honestly feel cute for once, did a little dress up with this new dress I found at the thrift store today. I think it fits very nicely, it’s super comfy🥰

Also the first time actually showing my face 😭

Reblog if you like it on me!!! 🖤🖤

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[melanaaa]

I wish I could just cut off all of the fat I have in my body

[thermodynamiclawyer]

imagine you go out to watch something completely bad and unenjoyable. something like the emoji movie. imagine watching the emoji movie for the first time. and you walk out of the theater like “wow that was absolutely terrible, they completely bombed that film. lol i can’t believe they thought anybody would like that”. anyways you go to any social media on the car ride home and you see at least ONE 30 year old posting like “i’m really fixated on the emoji movie rn🥺 this is my fanart for my emoji movie au including my emoji movie ocs”. that’s my tumblr experience every day

[neveahsdiary]

[silliusljackson]

you hallucinated your best friend’s corpse in the river you both used to go wyd

@waddei ‘s dtiys is really fun! i suck at drawing water but i hope it looks similar enuf :p

comms open :)

[st-hedge]

*frog noises*

[jennie-is]

Thin legs>>

[lvnesart]

need them both to marry me fr

[jaesblogstuff]

I just wanted to write something that hurts, lil angst w/ simon.

You didn’t ask him to stay. You never do.

But when Simon knocks on your door after midnight, rain clinging to his hoodie, shadows in his eyes, you step back and let him in without a word. He shrugs off his jacket. You don’t ask how his day was. He doesn’t ask how yours was either.

It’s easier that way.

You need to forget. He needs to feel. It’s the rhythm you’ve fallen into—flesh and friction, no strings, no questions. Just bodies tangled in the dark, moving until the world fades to static.

And tonight, you need that more than ever.

You pull him in hard, mouth crashing to his, fingers already tugging his shirt over his head. He follows your lead, backing you toward the bedroom with heavy, purposeful steps like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

The moment your back hits the sheets, he’s between your legs. Pants shoved down. Condoms found blindly. Your body opens for him like it’s been waiting, like he’s the only thing real in a week of fake smiles and empty hours.

He sinks into you in one long thrust.

You arch. He groans. And for a second, it works.

The burn, the stretch, the deep drag of his cock, it drowns the noise. The meetings. The phone calls. The pressure. The loneliness. He fucks you with something close to desperation, hands bruising on your hips, forehead pressed to your throat.

You moan. Claw at him. Buck up to meet every thrust.

“Fuck,” he pants. “Takin’ me so good, sweetheart.”

Your body shudders. It feels good. He feels good. But it’s like something’s knotted deep inside you, refusing to unwind. Every snap of his hips pushes against it, but doesn’t break it. And then— It does.

Not with pain. Not even with pleasure. But with the heat of his hand sliding under your spine to pull you closer. With the sound of his breath in your ear. With the way he mutters your name like it means something.

That’s when it happens.

Your eyes blur. Your chest tightens. And before you can stop it, a tear slides down your temple. He notices.

He freezes, just slightly.

“…Are you crying?”

His voice is low. Confused. Like he’s not sure if he’s hurt you or if the world has. You don’t answer. You can’t. You turn your face into the pillow, jaw trembling, tears streaking silently down your cheek. Simon exhales—slow, deliberate. His rhythm doesn’t stop. But it changes.

He fucks you slower. Deeper. Like he’s not trying to get you off anymore. Like he’s trying to reach something buried in you, something fragile, something breaking.

The tears come harder now. But you don’t stop him. You cling. One hand grips the back of his neck. The other fists the sheet like it’s the only thing anchoring you. You sob—quiet, shaking, cracked open beneath him.

He fucks you through it. Not cruel. Not selfish. He gives it to you. Gives you everything.

And when you finally come, it tears out of you like grief. Your body spasms. Your mouth falls open. You sob into his shoulder as your orgasm crashes over you. Raw, desperate, holy.

Simon doesn’t move for a long moment. Then, slowly, he withdraws, breath ragged. You think he might leave. Or say something. But he doesn’t. He gathers you into his chest. Blanket. Arm under your knees. His shirt between your tears and the pillow. One hand stroking your hair with a gentleness that undoes you more than the sex ever could.

Still no words.

Just his heartbeat. Steady. Solid. And the silence—the real kind. Not the emptiness you’ve been drowning in. The kind that says I’m here. I’ve got you. Fall apart if you need to.

So you do.

[imaginespazzi]

thinking of GH!Paige and her first mother's day with GH!Azzi and Stephie-bean 🥹

Picture Perfect ~ A GH!Verse Drabble

Masterlist

A/N: Happy Mother's day my lovies! I hope everyone is having a wonderful day, whether you're celebrating or not. I can't lie, this wasn't planned and I very much wasn't expecting to write, let alone finish, something like this today but I guess inspiration struck and I've missed Stephie and GH!Pazzi just as much as the rest of you. Besides, with the way I've been procrastinating, you guys deserved something, so I hope you guys like it <3

"Mommy," Stephie's voice starts off quiet, a soft tickle in Paige's ear as the little girl makes herself comfortable on the blonde's back, her tiny hands wrapped around her mother from behind, "wake up, Mommy."

Paige lets out a low groan, keeping her eyes shut as she buries her head further into her pillows, "it's Sunday Stephie-bean, five more minutes please."

"No Mommy," the six-year old whines, poking at Paige's cheeks, "you have to wake up now. Now, now, now, NOW!."

"I don't want to," Paige says petulantly, "I want to sleep and you know what sweetheart," she grins sleepily as she pulls her daughter -and even in this tired state just thinking of Stephie like that, as her child, makes Paige feel all warm and fuzzy inside- off of her back and into her arms, "you should go back to sleep too."

Stephie squeals as Paige barricades the little girl into a hug, squeezing her tightly against her chest like she's her own personal cuddly toy.

"Mommy," the little girl gasps dramatically, "can't," another gasp, "breathe."

"That's okay," Paige says nonchalantly, a soft serene smile on the blonde's face as she gently pats Stephie's head, "don't breathe sweetheart, just sleep."

"Top-notch parenting Bueckers. Real wise words right there. Don't breathe, just sleep. Exactly the words every parent should be saying to their child," Azzi's voice cuts through the room, teasing and light and-

Paige scrunches her face.

Azzi's voice is distant, far away. As in not coming from their bed. As in not coming from right next to Paige where she should still be. As in Azzi is already awake and out of their bed on this sacred sleep-in-able Sunday and that? Well, Paige thinks that's blasphemous really.

She doesn't open her eyes as she quirks an eyebrow in the general direction of where she thinks Azzi is, her tone leaking with betrayal, "why are you awake already? Why are you out of bed?"

"Because-" Stephie tries to say, her voice muffled by Paige's chest.

"Shhhh Stephie-bean," Paige quiets the little girl, her hands blindly feeling around so she can cover Stephie's mouth, "I'm talking to your traitor Mama right now. Can't believe you left me in bed alone like this babe. I thought you loved me or something."

"Or something," Azzi laughs, that fond, somewhat exasperated you're such a dork but you're my dork, she's had reserved for Paige since they were fifteen, "you're such a drama queen baby."

"First the betrayal? Now the insults?" Paige shakes her head in mock disbelief, "I can't believe you're treating me this way Az."

"Mommyyyyyy," Stephie whines again, trying to say something but Paige ignores her in favor of snuggling the little girl closer to her as she continues to talk to her fiancé.

"Come back here and make it up to me," the blonde demands and even though her eyes are still closed she can practically feel Azzi's rolling her eyes at her, "that's your punishment. You have to come back and lie in bed with us till the afternoon now. No exceptions."

"But Mommy," Stephie starts again, "she can't-"

"Of course she can."

"No she can't."

"Stephie-"

"Mommy-"

"C'mon Stephie-bean you know you want to go back to sleep too."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do-hmph!" Paige is blocked from speaking by a soft weight being pressed against her lips.

"Oh my god Mommy stop talking," Stephie says exasperatedly, tiny hands having finally pushed free so they can cover Paige's mouth, "now open your eyes," she pauses and then like an afterthought -probably in the form of Azzi's stern voice reminding her about manners ringing in her head- she adds, "please."

And Paige does as she's told, eyelids slowly fluttering open as she squints to adjust to the bright sunlight streaming through her windows. The first thing she sees is Stephie, dark brown curls framing a face that's staring at her with big, wide, eyes. Paige grins, the size of it stretching across her whole face.

This isn't new, not anymore. This is how Paige wakes up almost every morning, to the sight of Stephie- a golden hue around her daughter, like a halo around an angel- being the first thing she sees every morning. But it never gets old, never gets tiring and Paige never stops praying that every morning will start just like this.

"Good morning babygirl," she whispers, pressing her lips to Stephie's forehead.

"Good morning Mommy," Stephie replies happily as she gives Paige her own kiss on the cheek, before wriggling out of her mother's grip so she can sit on her stomach instead, a beaming smile on her face, "do you like my shirt?"

And that's when Paige sees it, her eyes widening as she takes in the graphic tee Stephie's wearing. Her breath hitches, the tears already threatening to fall. It's lavender -of course it is- and on it is a picture, -the first ever selfie of the three of them together, taken on the day before the blonde had, had to go back to Dallas to start making the transition to the Bay and she'd promised a tearful Stephie that she would come back- and above the picture, is a sign, in big, bold, darker purple lettering that says:

Happy Mother's Day Mommy and Mama!

Paige swallows a sob, her eyes drifting over Stephie to find Azzi leaning against the door, wearing the same matching shirt as their daughter, as she smiles at the scene in front of them. Her fiancé - god Paige loves saying that- sends her a wink when she catches her gaze, accompanied by a mouthed i love you and Paige swears she almost melts on the spot as she mouths her own i love you more back.

"Happy Mother's day Mommy," Stephie echoes, somewhat shyly as she brings the blonde's attention back to her.

"Thank you sweetheart. This is-," Paige chokes on her words, sitting up against the backboard with Stephie still firmly on her lap, "when did you guys come up with all of this?"

"When you were asleep," Stephie teases, "you sleep a lot Mommy."

Paige guffaws, "I do not."

"Do too," Stephie sticks her tongue out and Paige shoots her glare with no fire before flipping the little girl onto her back, making her writhe with laughter as the blonde's fingers start tickling her sides.

"Take it back," Paige yells, her own giggles mixing with the little girls as she continues her onslaught.

"No," Stephie manages to get out with all the determination of a stubborn six-year old, "I will stand for the truth!"

"You two are insane," Azzi remarks from the doorway, shaking her head at the two of them.

Paige stops what she's doing, her eyes finding Stephie's as they both smirk -mischievous and conspiratorial- at each other. The older woman nods once and then they're both flinging themselves out of bed and running towards Azzi, their feet thudding against the floor as they tackle the brunette, who lets out a loud shriek as she's pulled back towards the bed, the three of them falling onto the soft mattress in a tangle of limbs.

"Stop, stop, stop," Azzi says finally, "or I'll make both of you drink a green smoothie for breakfast."

That gets them, both Paige and Stephie immediately going still as they look at each other and then at Azzi -who's barely concealing a smile- in horror.

"Okay Mama," Stephie says fearfully, holding her hands up in surrender, "we stop now!"

"Yeah Az," Paige follows her daughter's lead, "don't threaten us with," she makes an exaggeratedly grossed-out face, "green stuff."

Azzi huffs, "the green stuff is good for you."

"Abso-utely not," Stephie practically gags as she disentangles herself from her mother so she can sit comfortably in between them, "pancakes are good for me!"

"Exactly Stephie-bean," Paige appraises, "pancakes are the best for you. We should have pancakes this morning. Mother's day special."

Azzi snorts, "you say that like I don't make pancakes every weekend."

"Well you're not gonna make them," Paige says with a smile as reaches her head over to steal a good morning kiss from her fiancé lips, resisting the urge to deepen it when Azzi hums into it, "it's Mother's day. We're going out."

"Ooooh can we go to that fancy new one Aunty J told us about?" Stephie chirps excitedly, "the one she says lets you have as many as you want and she ate so, so, so many that she threw up."

"Think it was the so, so, so many drinks she had the night before that made her throw up not the pancakes actually," Azzi mumbles under her breath and Paige laughs at the memory of Jana last week, striding into their house looking like she'd been through it, after a team nigh, out that Paige and Azzi -the domestic old heads they were now- had left from early.

"What?" Stephie asks, her nose scrunching up in confusion and she looks so freaking cute, that Paige can't help but press a quick kiss to her nose.

"Nothing sweetheart. Of course, we can go to the new pancake place," she says softly, her heart aching in the best way possible when Stephie rewards her with a bright, excited smile.

"YAY PANCAKES!" the little girl bounces on their bed happily before her eyes widen with a memory, "wait Mommy, stay here. I have to get you your t-shirt too."

"My t-shirt?" Paige asks, raising an eyebrow as Stephie slips of the bed.

The little girl gives her a look as she stop by the doorway and points to her own shirt and then Azzi's, "yes Mommy. We got you a matching shirt too and we're all gonna wear our matching shirts to breakfast, duh."

"Um wait no Stephie," Azzi calls out after the little girl, "I didn't agree to that."

"Yeah you did baby," Paige deadpans as she pulls her fiancé into her arms, nuzzling her face into the brunette's curls, "yeah you did."

Azzi sighs, melting into the warmth of Paige's embrace, "we're gonna look so silly."

"Oh absolutely," Paige agrees, pressing her grin into Azzi's shoulder, "but if that's what Stephie wants."

"You spoil her," Azzi chides but there's no real fire behind it.

"I love her," Paige corrects, her fingers slipping under the hem of Azzi's shirts, "and I love you. The shirt, it- it's-"

"It's corny," Azzi surmises.

Paige laughs, "it's perfect. Thank you for doing this for me today."

"It's your first Mother's day," Azzi shrugs as she turns her face towards Paige, reaching out a hand to rub her cheek, "I wanted it to be special."

"Every day with the two of you, every moment with you, me and Stephie, is special," Paige whispers, nuzzling their noses together.

"About that," Azzi bites her lip -her tell for when she's nervous- as she pulls away slightly.

"What is it baby?" Paige asks softly, brushing a loose curl away from her fiancé's eyes.

"I was just thinking," Azzi begins, her fingers fidgeting with the collar of Paige's sleep shirt, "this whole Mother's day thing, it's kinda lonely to plan by yourself you know? I mean I helped Stephie today but when she's older- when she wants to do things by herself for us, cause you know she's already dying to be that independent, it'd be nice- it'd be nice if she had someone else to help her."

Paige studies the younger woman's face, still a little confused as she tries to process Azzi's words, "what are you saying Az?"

Azzi sucks in a sharp breath, "I'm saying- next Mother's day or maybe the one after that- maybe instead of just a picture with the three of us on the shirt- it could- it could be a picture of four people. You, me, Stephie, and- and a baby."

"Azzi," Paige breathes out, her lungs constricting like there's flowers blooming inside them, the veins wrapping around her chest and squeezing tight. The image Azzi has just painted for her dances in her mind and Paige wants to reach out and grab it, make it hers, now.

"You mean it?" she asks cautiously, "you want that? Another- another baby?"

"Yeah," Azzi nods tearfully, her hands twisting around Paige's neck as she shifts herself fully to straddle the older woman, "I want it. I want it so bad baby. With you."

The sounds that escapes Paige's lips is indecipherable between a sob and a laugh as she cups Azzi's face in her hands, "then let's have a fucking baby," she whispers before smashing her lips against her fiancé's. It's a kiss full of promise, full of hope, full of dreams of a future that has never seemed clearer, never seemed more within their reach.

And it isn't until Stephie comes bounding in, a disgusted, "ugh you guys kiss too much," reverberating throughout the room as the little girl bounces onto the bed, that they finally separate from each other, lips chapped, eyes shining with giddy excitement.

Stephie regards them warily, one hand holding the lavender t-shirt for Paige, "why are you guys crying? Are you sad?"

"No sweetheart," Paige reassures the little girl, pulling her so she's enclosed between the two of them, "these are happy tears. Really fucking happy tears."

"Mommy!"

"Paige!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Paige apologizes for the profanity, immediately pressing a kiss to Stephie's cheek as penance, "it was an accident."

Azzi rolls her eyes, leaning her head against Paige's shoulder as Stephie shakes her head dramatically before launching into a tirade about everything she's going to eat at the new pancake place. Paige falls back against the headboard with her family in her arms and the dream of how to make their little world even more perfect, locked securely in between the palms of her and Azzi's entwined hands.

And as she slips into the slightly crumpled lavender t-shirt, Stephie and Azzi watching her with identical smiles, Paige thinks, she can't wait for that dream to be her reality, for three to become four, for the next Mother's day t-shirt to have a picture of her, her wife, their daughter and their little baby boy.

[singledigitsalary]

[melanaaa]

Sometimes i wish i had a bitchy pr0@n@ "friend" that would trigger me and control everything i eat.

A toxic relationship that would ruin me but also help me see my bones.

[jennie-is]

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