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[amaranthineghost]

— elizabeth, nsfw blog — reblog account for @amaranthinespirit and whatever I feel like

previous works done on this account

[loverifle]

new MW4A trailer. No Gaz. First soap now him. What else can infinityward take from me.

[internetnymphet]

I need a masked man to take advantage of me asap

[melissax7777]

if i had a bf, i’d edge the shit out of him everyday..

[bmyourmyhero]

Men aren’t shit anyone that complains about eating pussy should be put to death

[getoslamb]

⋆ ｡⋆ any pov (petnames 'sweetheart/love') ୨୧˚ wc: 500 contains: nsfw (mdni)

P★rnstar!Simon who was ready to leave the industry until Johnny showed him a video of yours one night.

Maybe one more video wouldn’t hurt.

P★rnstar!Simon who’s on the phone the next morning telling his manager to get something booked. He doesn’t listen when Price rambles on about how you have completely different audiences so it might not work.

“All due respect, I don’t care. Either way if I’m in a video, people will click regardless and by the looks of it the same goes for them and their viewers.”

P★rnstar!Simon who insists the two of you get to know one another before filming because if you want an intimate shoot, he’ll give you exactly that. What better way than to become familiar with each other? You know, just to double check the chemistry will be convincing. And who are you to turn down a free lunch date with an attractive man?

“No no, don’t worry about the bill, it’s on me.”

P★rnstar!Simon who brings you your favourite tea on the day of filming and thoroughly listens to you over everyone else on how you want it to be carried out. His usual onscreen genre hasn't been so tame but he finds himself looking forward to this scene with you more than anything he’s ever done in his career.

P★rnstar!Simon whose touch is so gentle and caring whilst filming. He takes his time, making sure everything he does is the way you want it. He keeps an eye on your every reaction, every sound he brings out of you. The scene is raw, natural and he forgets for a moment that the cameras are on the two of you. Has to stop himself from getting carried away, reminding himself that it’s all fake, even when it feels truly genuine.

“God, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, love.”

P★rnstar!Simon who has tons of videos published, and not a single one of them has him kissing his scene partner. Yet he just can’t stop his lips from connecting with yours as he shoots his cum deep inside you, hands intertwined.

P★rnstar!Simon who checks on you as soon as the cameras are off, making sure that you’re alright and everything's good.

“Y’alright sweetheart? Can I get you anything?”

P★rnstar!Simon who manages to get your number but is too scared to contact you after that day in case he screws up and says something that comes across as weird. It takes a lot of convincing from Johnny before he finally calls you one night.

P★rnstar!Simon who smiles to himself when you pick up. The two of you talking on the phone for hours about the most random things in the world until you both fall soundly asleep, phones still in hand.

Maybe next time you the two of you could have your own personal scene off camera...

[getoslamb]

⋆ ｡⋆ any pov, ୨୧˚ wc: 500 contains: nsfw content in one paragraph

Simon doesn't say 'I love you', but... he does give you three squeezes whenever he’s near.

Simon doesn't say 'I love you', but... he knows you like the back of his hand. He knows your favourite things, how you like your tea, the temperature of your showers, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. He knows everything there is to know about you.

Simon doesn't say 'I love you', but... he smiles like an idiot whenever you look his way. He could be having the worst day known to man, exhausted and fed up but the moment his eyes meet yours, he melts. Sometimes it’s almost hard to believe he’s such an intimidating soldier when he turns to mush around you.

Simon doesn't say 'I love you', but... he talks about you whenever he can. He speaks fondly of you when he’s away on missions with the guys and he gushes about you to his Mum. It doesn’t matter what the topic of conversation is because he can always find a way to link it back to you. Simply put, you’re always on his mind. He absolutely loves when his Mum asks how you’re doing, because then he can just talk till the cows come home.

Simon doesn't say 'I love you', but... he does hold you with so much love and care. Every kiss conveys so much emotion, every touch is sweet as he clings to you like you’re his lifeline. Loves the way you feel when you take his cock, like you were made for him. He craves the feeling of your nails across his skin, your kisses along his marred skin, your lips as they wrap around his cock. But he adores it most when you look at him so sweetly as he washes your hair. Smooth hands and unspoken words through each other’s eyes as you hold each other under the warm water.

Simon doesn't say 'I love you', but... he worships you like you’re his own personal religion. You’re the only semblance of divinity that he thinks he’ll ever come close to, what with the blood on his hands. One of those hands being the one that his wedding ring sits on. The ring that he kisses every time he’s about to do something dangerous, praying that he’ll return to his sweet angel that waits for him at home, his home.

Simon doesn't say 'I love you' because he doesn’t need to. He’s a firm believer that actions speak louder than words and he sure as hell shows you every day how much he loves you.

“Don’t need stupid words to tell me how I’m supposed to be feeling.” he mumbles against your chest as the two of you lay intertwined. “They’d never compete with the feeling in my chest- in my heart. The love I have for you takes over every fibre of my being, it’s consuming.” he continues as he brings your hand to his heartbeat.

“I love you, but those three words will always be so minor compared to the overwhelming devotion that my heart has for you.”

[amaranthinespirit]

neighbor!simon riley who can't say no to you asking him for help (and still does things without you having to). pt.1

ever since asking simon for help on your car, it's like a floodgate has opened up. first you're asking him for help on your car, and the next thing you know, he's in your house every few days with a new repair you've roped him into. he doesn't talk much. actually, you haven't been able to get another word out of him since he was on his back, under your car.

you've tried, you really have, but the bastard won't give in. you think he's just closed off—in reality, simon's heart is beating a mile a minute, and his mind is repeating over and over again not to make himself a fool in front of his pretty neighbor.

so you figured that asked him to help around your house would do the trick, luring him into your space in order to open him up. it's not like you'd get around to these tasks yourself. they just weren't your area of expertise.

and for a decently new house, you sure had a lot to be repaired.

first, it was those squeaky hinges on some of your doors. now, in the beginning, you were still hesitant to wander over to his front door to get his help, but after his eagerness the first time, it gave you the confidence to return. simon was in your house faster than you were, already taking a guess as to which door it was—since he knew his way around from bringing in groceries and such. armed with a lubricant and a few other tools, he got to work. within a few minutes, they were good as new. you couldn't thank the man before he was out the door.

it was off-putting, but you were still determined. it was unlucky that the first thing you asked him to do took only a few minutes of his time, and even less for cleanup.

with every day that passed, you were grasping at straws. how could you get this man over here? your house was in perfect condition, and you barely saw the recluse of a man, as he remained in his house most of the time. save for the times he takes in your groceries or takes your bins out, you don't see him.

until you notice something odd.

coming home from work—this time, your car light remains off—you get out of your car and notice a bit of chopped grass that's been left behind. with furrowed brows, you took a moment to look at your lawn.

what are the chances that, after living here for a few months, the grass doesn't decide to grow?

yeah, none. the bastard has been doing it for you, and you never noticed. he never mentioned or made a big deal out of it, and somehow, it got missed on your motion activated doorbell cameras that has a perfect view of the lawn. even the hedges are trimmed.

so what do you do? take the opportunity to stop over to his doorstep, rapping your fist on his door until he opens. eyebrows raised, ready to take on the next task at your house, he steps out and shuts the door behind him. with a nod, he gestures you to lead the way.

except you don't have a repair for him. "have you been mowing my lawn?" the words spill from your lips before you have a chance to reign yourself in. the absurdity of the situation is making you loose-lipped.

his eyes widen, and you swear you see a faint blush on the pale skin behind his balaclava. he just nods, gaze softening as he stares down at you.

"thank you." you sputter out, in shock at his brazen admission. he just nods again, and you're at a loss for words. how do you keep his attention, keep his eyes on you? "well, I'm gonna need your help planting flowers."

planting flowers? that's all you could come up with? your face flushes with embarrassment, bracing yourself for his reaction. the man could easily say no because mowing the lawn and changing your lightbulb and fixing your squeaky door hinges is considered masculine. you could've insulted his masculinity by suggesting he plants flowers.

but he just stares at you some more. "let m'know when," and he shuts the door in your face.

but you turn around with the goofiest smile on your face and pump your fist with a soft "yes" before skipping back down the path and road towards your house just next door. little do you know, simon's face wears a smile just like yours as he watches the dorky display.

he can't wait to help you again.

[shotmrmiller]

but what if you're too shy during sex to let your pleasure be known? every slick, trembling movement of your hips is proof your body is betraying nothing, but your mouth is a cage, lips clamped tight, cheeks burning, desperate to stay quiet. you're too self-conscious to let the sounds be free.

but simon isn't having it.

a rough hand slides to your jaw, tilting your head. then fingers press into your mouth, curling between your molars, forcing your lips apart.

"stop hidin'," he growls, low and rough. "your pussy's singin' for me. why can't your mouth do the same?"

your eyes squeeze shut, but he tilts your head back, a thumb flat on your tongue, holding your jaw in place, and a shaky little moan escapes, muffled through his fingers.

"be louder. my hearin' ain't what it used to be."

[digitalhoe]

𓏲 ✉️ྀི ׂ 𝓼𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝔂𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝓴𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝓬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⋮ 𝟏𝟖+

“you know what this skirt does to me, luv,” simon growls lowly in your ear, his front pressed firmly against your back as his hands roam down your thighs, bunching the material up as it reveals your ass and the cute little panties you had on underneath.

“don’t know what you’re talking about” you smirk, playing coy. you knew exactly what you were doing.

“maybe i should remind you then, huh?” he gives you no time to answer as he pushes you down against the kitchen counter, the marble cold against your skin. a stark contrast to the heat coming from simon behind you.

his large hands reach for your panties, pulling them down with ease and exposing your glistening cunt. a groan falls from his lips as he sees this, immediately fighting off the urge to just delve head first into your sweetness.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he says more to himself than to you.

the sound of him unbuckling his pants fills you with excitement, your core throbbing and waiting to be reunited with his cock. it was all you could think about while he had been away, and you practically go weak in the knees the second he runs himself along your entrance.

“such a needy little thing” he smirks. you can’t see his face but you know, you can tell by the small lip in his tone, that he’s enjoying this - enjoying having you exposed like this - and even more when he hikes up one of your legs.

“god, si. please.” you practically whimper, brows all upturned and eyes half-lidded with desire. you needed him now.

hearing the desperation in your voice is all he needs before pressing his length inside you, both of you letting out a breathy moan as he stretches out your walls and fills you to the brim. he gives you a moment to adjust, to accommodate his girth, as his hand gently runs over your hip as though to give you moral support for the satiable feeling flowing through you.

“that’s my girl,” he leans down, his head pressed against the back of your shoulder. “taking me so well.”

all you can do is nod, your breathing growing heavier as he begins to slowly move. his movements are gentle at first before he finds that perfect rhythm that he knows drives you crazy. the kitchen is all breathy moans and the sound of his hips slapping your ass with each thrust.

“ffuck, si,” you cry out. you could feel his tip rubbing against your insides, pushing you closer and closer to that sweet release.

his nickname falling from your lips is all the motivation he needs to go faster. the sound of his skin hitting yours is almost diabolical, something that only the two of you will ever hear. his mind is fuzzy, nothing but the need to please you filling it.

he can feel you starting to clench around him, your warmth squeezing him as you near your orgasms edge. he can tell by the uneven moans and pants falling from your lips that you’re on the brink of it.

“let go, sweet girl. i’ve got ya.” he encourages, pushing you to your wits end as your orgasm crashes down over you in waves. your body goes stiff, tightening around him and pushing him to his own release inside you, pumping you full of him. “such a good girl. maybe now you’ll think twice before wearin’ that skirt o’yours.”

you simply shake your head, “only gonna make me wear it more.”

𝓵𝐨𝐨𝐤𝓲𝐧𝐠 𝓯𝐨𝐫 𝓶𝐨𝐫𝐞 .ᐣ library taglist form guidelines

[flofaiiry]

simon loves everything you do during sex. when you clench your cunt around his cock and make him see stars, the pretty noises you make as he stretches you open on two thick fingers, the way you taste when you gush all over his tongue- everything.

but his favourite thing? when you scratch down his back while he's pounding you into the mattress. the way you desperately claw at his shoulders as he shoves his cock deep inside you. he's reaching places you didn't know could be reached and you need to grab onto something- anything to cope with the overwhelming pleasure he's bringing you.

the first time you did it he was caught off guard, his hips stuttering in their rhythm as your nails raked along his back, leaving a streak of red irritated flesh in their wake. you noticed the way he hesitated, noticed the groan that left him, and the way he adjusted his pace of his hips against yours.

you force your hands off him, opting to tangle them into the sheets instead. simon scowled- actually looked visibly upset, and a moment later he was grabbing you by the wrist, placing your hand onto his back again. you were confused now- you thought he didn't like it.

you couldn't have been more wrong.

he leans down so his mouth is pressed right next to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "keep doin' that," he groans, tilting your hips so the tip of his cock grinds against the squishy spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back in your head. "keep doin' it and don't you ever fuckin' stop- y'hear me? want you to mark me up, yeah? want everyone to know i fuck you so good you start clawin' at me."

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[tojisteddy]

Simon Riley and his need, borderline addiction, to eat you out

Something about getting on his knees and eating you like the last supper, worshipping you as if you are God just does it for him. Makes his cock throb even harder in his jeans as he flicks his tongue through your folds.

Thrusting it in and out of your hole till you’re screaming, groaning on your cunt that sends vibrating on your sensitive pearl when you grab his blonde stands of hair. Sucking your pulsing little clit till you’re sobbing out in pleasure and your juices are running down his chin.

He’ll stay down for hours till the hunger slightly subsidies, till you’re overstimulated and whimpering for him to ease up. But he’ll look up at you with those pretty brown eyes, not stopping of course, slapping your pussy a few times while he kisses around your hickey and bite ridden legs, squishing his face into your thigh, slick glistening on his perfect lips.

He pants, “Just- fuck mee lovie, let me have it one more time, yeah? Make a mess on me one more time.”

But I mean fuck, is he even asking you at that point?

He’s talking to your poor pussy, and he knows exactly what she needs.

But it’s never just one more time, you’ll have tried to climb up the bed and on all fours and he’ll draaaag you by the hips back to his face, slurping and sucking and drinking up your syrupy sap that leaves your soaking pussy.

Don’t let him catch you on a day your ass just looks so perfect. Too perfect. In those jeans that hug your curves, or that dress he likes more than you do. Simon will turn into a real pussy drunk fool.

He’ll have you riding his face, from his nose to his mouth to his chin and back. Sloppily eating and groaning as you make yourself feel good on him like he’s only an object to you. Good. He’s a slut for this, the way you shake and mewl his name, your mouth agape and your head thrown back. The way you buck your hips, try again to get out his grasp but he sits you down proper on his face. The feel of your plump ass on his chin as you grind down on his he can’t help but slap. The brute lives for every moment of it, humping into the air as he gives your watering pussy much deserved French kisses.

Arms wrapped around your waist tight, lapping up your walls and everything inbetween your with vigor till you’re squirting and creaming his face, getting him and the bed even messier. But he drinks it up, eating you till your clean again and his face is soaked,

He shivers, finally coming up for air as your straddle his chest, his hand kneeding your perfect globes and then pulling them apart.

“Let me eat back here too mama, please?”

a/n: we love male sluts.

[dwidkwite]

older!simonriley who is a little bit surprised when you ask him to sleep with you. you tell him how inexperienced you are and that you wish to learn how to properly pleasure someone. he's not sure if he's gonna say yes but, you're probably going to ask someone else anyway, and the mere idea makes him sick. he doesn’t regret it when he sees your big doe eyes looking up at him as you're on your knees, his fat cock standing proudly before you. he snickers at your intimidated expression before grabbing gently your hair and guiding your lips on his lenght, a sigh escaping him as he feels the warmness of your mouth. even as you gag and that tears are threatning to spill, he doesn’t stop, you'll have to learn the hard way anyway.

[tojisteddy]

I think about Naive!Reader and Fresh Out of Prison!Simon on the subway.

cw: 18+ mdni, nsfw.

And how he’d make naive!reader sit in his lap when he notices and older woman standing in subway isle.

“Thank you, both of you.” The older woman giggles as she takes the empty seat.

“‘S no problem ma’am.” Simon nods, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “She’s so cute isnt she love?”

You can’t even focus, his hardened erection pressing into your ass, in those jeans that Simon loves so much. Couldnt stop staring at the way your thighs spread as you sat down, every curve on you, that charm you have in your brown eyes. You wiggle in his lap but he only presses you down harder, he tsks in your ear, “Don’t move baby, or everyone ‘ere will see just what you do t’me.”

You feel him grow with every shake of the train against you, only smirking as he sees the way you can’t look anyone near you in the eye, heat rising under your skin with that slightly tense look on your face. You try your best to give a smile and wave to the old woman but Simons hands roll down your skin, down your your thighs that makes chills run down your spine, “Bloody hell, can’t wait t’ get off of ‘ere, fuck you right against the wall in the alley across the street from our stop, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Your lips purse out, breath hitching, “Simon!”

“ ‘F Course you would doll,” he draws out, calloused hands going to your hips, giving them a nice squeeze, humping up into you, “Or should I have you keep keep my cock warm right here, sliding it in your hole so eeeeveryone can see that pretty face you only make with me-“

You can’t help the little mewl you let out, his covered manhood pressing against your cunt, “Simon-“

“—I know, I know swee’art,” he coos, kissing your cheek, “Won’t do tha’ to ya.”

The subway rattles again and you bite the inside of your lips, nervous eyes flickering down into the mahogany brown eyes staring back at you. Glint shimmering in them.

“Not here, anyway.”

Simon lets his hand caress the apple of your cheeks from behind, squeeze them together that makes him chuckle, “Would you let me take you to the bathroom though? Hm love?”

You play with your fingers, checking the time on your phone, before muttering so quietly, “For j-just a little bit, I don’t wanna miss my show tonight.”

And the older man underneath you groans happily, eyes crinkling, rubbing his hand up and down your back, you’ve made the man go red in the face, “M just jokin baby, god, you’re so fuckin loveable.”

a/n: I hope you’re hungry— for nothing.

part one

[tojisteddy]

MY FINE SHITTTT

[tojisteddy]

SIMON WITH A FULL SLEEVES, I KNEW IT I KNEW ITTT

[ghostedink]

YES GOD 🙌🙌🙌🙌

[soapcloth]

Your neighbour, Simon “Ragebait” Riley revving his midlife-crisis-esque chopper loud as fuck late into the evening on a Sunday because he gets a kick out of seeing your little scowling face pop up in the corner of your flat’s window.

Pushing his luck in hopes that you’ll be bothered enough to come down and give him an earful before someone else does.