“honey, I’m old enough to be your mother.”
I knowww, so let me get on my knees and lick your pussy, mommy (ˆڡˆ)
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“honey, I’m old enough to be your mother.”
I knowww, so let me get on my knees and lick your pussy, mommy (ˆڡˆ)
can i call you dad while i cum on it?
nothing is better than finding an older man who treats u like his sweet little girl and lets u call him daddy ..<3
oh, you "love me"? how about you start demonstrating it a little?
cumming in me and staying inside until you're hard again, so it doesn't leak out, is a good start <3
Oh me oh my😍
Been a while, but dm me if you're looking for a baby girl to spoil🤭
Men and women both <3
Simon with a reader who has some trauma around sex, asks him to stop and scrambles off to hide in the bathroom. How would he react? I’d like some comfort please, love ya <3
Simon comforting his love that has trauma
"Missed ya, love." Simon's warm voice fills the air as he settles onto the couch beside you, wrapping his strong arms around you in a comforting embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, and you feel a wave of warmth and safety wash over you as he leans in closer, a smile spreading across his face.
A soft grin spreads across your face, making your cheeks glow and your eyes sparkle. As you turn the page, the rustle of the paper fills the room.
He softly kisses your neck, moving slowly along your skin. A shiver runs down your spine, and you hold your breath, hoping he doesn’t go any further. You feel a knot of uncertainty in your stomach, reminding you of the secret you haven’t shared. Everything that happened with your ex weighs on your mind.
As he reaches for the bottom of your shirt, a wave of tension hits you, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Slowly, he starts to pull the fabric off, and the cool air hits your skin as the shirt finally comes off, leaving you feeling a bit exposed under his stare.
“Simo-” your words were cut off by a kiss as he reaches for your waistband. Before he had the option to slip your sweats off, you push him away and storm away to the bathroom, tears streaming down your cheeks as you attempt to calm yourself down.
He watches you go, confusion and concern etched on his face. He runs a hand through his hair, muttering something to himself. After a moment, he goes after you, finding you curled up on the cold bathroom floor, your shoulders shaking with each sob.
He lowers himself to his knees beside you, his muscular frame dwarfing your smaller one. With a reluctant sigh, he reaches out and cups your face.
“Don’t touch me!” you blurt out, your arms quickly going up to cover your face. A mix of panic and fear enters your voice as you squeeze into the chilly corner of the bathroom. The cold tiles press into your back, and the dim lighting casts creepy shadows that make you want to disappear into the tiny space.
Simon pulled back a bit, looking confused as he tried to figure out what had just happened. “Shh, it’s just me.” he said softly, trying to calm things down.
Your chest feels tight, and every quick breath leaves you feeling lightheaded and shaky. It’s like there’s this invisible pressure on you, making it hard to take a deep breath.
Simon’s heart breaks as he watches you hyperventilate. He shifts you to sit sideways across his lap, leaning you against his shoulder. “Slow breaths, baby. In and out. That's it..” he coaches you gently, his large hand splayed across your back to keep you supported.
As you start to regain your breath, Simon’s mind starts racing with dark thoughts. He looks down at your trembling form, his protective instincts kicking in again.
“Look at me.” he uses a finger under your chin to tilt your face upwards. “Tell me why you're crying like this.”
“My ex-” was all you managed to utter before your voice caught in your throat, the weight of the memories crashing down on you. Suddenly, tears streamed down your cheeks, a sob escaping your lips.
“Oh, baby girl. You never told me.” his voice softens more, seeing how vulnerable you are.
You bury yourself into him further, desperate for any form of comfort. One of his hands comes up to caress your hair while the other presses you closer. “Did he?..”
A nod was all he needed to understand the situation. He gently lifts you further into his arms, cradling you against his chest like a child. “I’ve got you now, baby girl. No one’s gonna hurt you again.”
He starts stroking your hair again, murmuring soothing words. “Just breathe, you're safe now.” his fingers gently massage your scalp, hoping to bring you back from the bad memories.
He begins to rock you slowly, one hand still in your hair while the other supports your upper back. You feel a quick jolt in your body as you take a deep, shaky breath, letting the air fill your lungs. You try to slow down your racing thoughts and suppress the butterflies in your chest.
“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice is gentle and sweet, not wanting to trigger you any further. You quickly shake your head, so he drops the subject, nodding understandingly.
He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You don't have to. Not now, not ever if you don't want to.” he continues running his fingers through your hair.
“Let's go watch a movie baby. Might help take your mind off things,” he suggests softly, his thumb brushing away a tear that slips down your cheek.
He guides you to the comfort of your shared bed before climbing in with you. “Good girl,” he utters before pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
Sorry for the short and late post lol I've been trying to find motivation to post more so this is just quick and simple <3
Simon who needs relief, fucks his girl, but she asks to stop!!:( what would happen?? 🤔
Simon’s girl that just needs to be comforted.
After a grueling day at work, fatigue settled heavily on your shoulders. The hours dragged on, and your boss’s harsh words about your mistakes felt like blows, echoing in your mind. Now, at the end of this rugged day, you yearned for a moment of peace from the chaos.
All you wanted was to be in your husband's arms, listening to him whisper comforting words into your ear. It was all you longed for throughout the day, the only reason you kept pushing.
As you turned the key and opened the front door, warm, delicious aromas enveloped you. Inside, you saw Simon in the kitchen, gracefully preparing dinner. You set your bags down with a soft thud, catching his attention and momentarily breaking the evening's peaceful rhythm.
A sigh escapes your mouth, and you feel utterly exhausted, just wanting to go to sleep. “Rough day, love?”
He trails soft, tantalizing kisses down the curve of your neck, each touch sending a shiver through you. “Maybe I can make it better..” he gently guides you toward the couch, his fingers play at the hem of your shirt, teasingly inching it upwards. He kisses down the flat of your stomach, warm and inviting, as if savoring every moment.
But you find the courage to softly push him away, your voice barely above a whisper, “Not now, Simon.”
He freezes, his lips pausing in their gentle assault on your neck. He pulls back slightly, his brow furrowing in concern as he searches your face. He releases you and takes a step back, running a hand through his messy hair. “Alright, love. You okay?”
The weight of the day’s events crashes down on you, each moment threatening to spill over. You fight tears, your throat tight and eyes glistening. Just then, Simon notices your struggle and wraps his arms around you.
“What’s going on love? You're crying.”
You start rambling about everything that went wrong at work today and how you feel completely drained, your energy sapped and your spirit weighed down as if the relentless demands of life have left you feeling utterly exhausted and incapable of moving forward.
Simon listens patiently, one hand gently stroking your hair while the other rubs soothing circles on your back. His jaw tightens as you mention the particularly annoying aspects of your day, but he maintains his calm demeanor. He eventually interrupts your rant with a gentle, “shhh..”
He cups your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. He presses a tender kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.
“You know what you need?” his voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. “A hot bath yeah?”
You nod, feeling grateful that you have someone like him in your life.
Simon gives you a small smile, pleased that you're not arguing with him. He releases you and heads to the bathroom, starting the bath and adding some lavender-scented bubbles.
Soon, Simon appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. “Bath’s ready love.”
He uncrosses his arms and approaches you with measured steps, his piercing gaze softening with each movement. He gently takes your hand, guiding you toward the bathroom. “C’mon you deserve some pampering after the day you've had.”
As you enter the steamy bathroom, you're engulfed in a scent of lavender and vanilla. He turns to face you, his hands coming to cup your face. “Let's get you out of these work clothes, yeah?”
Simons's fingers make quick work of unbuttoning your blouse, his touch gentle and soothing. He helps you step out of your skirt and unhooks your bra, leaving you in your underwear.
His movements remain tender and careful as he guides you towards the tub. He kneels behind you, slowly sliding down the fabric of your panties, his touch soft and gentle against your skin. “There we go love..”
He helps you step into the warm, bubbly bath, his hands supporting your waist. He kneels beside the tub, his eyes level with yours as he ensures you're sitting comfortably.
Simon watches as you relax deeper into the tub, your tense muscles gradually unwinding. He picks up a fluffy washcloth and dips it into the water, squeezing out the excess before gently cleaning your arms and neck, his touch soothing and almost reverent.
As he cleans your shoulders, his thumbs kneading gently, Simon notices the tension knotted between your shoulder blades. He sets the washcloth aside and begins to massage the tight muscles, his strong fingers working in slow circles.
After helping you wash your hair and rinsing the soap away, he wraps a plush towel around your shoulders like a cocoon, enveloping you in its warmth. He sits beside the tub, his arm draped over his knee as he watches you gently. “You look exhausted love.”
Simon’s expression softens with concern, his eyes trailing over your face as he takes in the dark circles and the weariness that settled into your bones. He stands, holding out a hand to help you up. “Come on, lets get you dried off and into bed.”
His hands gently pat you dry, helping you slip into a comfy pair of pajamas. He leads you back to your shared bedroom, pulling back the covers so you can slip into bed without disturbing the sheets.
Simon sheds off his tactical vest and black tee before sliding into bed behind you. He carefully wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. “Im right here love, I got you.” his voice is a low murmur against your ear, hands automatically smoothing tangled hair away from your face.
After giving you a small kiss on the top of your head, he whispers before feeling yourself drift off.
“Thats my girl.”
Tried to come up with something as close to the request as possible. Hope this is right :)
Simon that goes feral after seeing you wear his dog tags.
"Hm what's that you're wearing love? Those my dog tags?"
You give him a supple nod in return, a light blush dusting your cheeks.
"Where'd you find that hm?" He approaches you slowly with a smirk plastered on his face.
"I found it on your desk.. didn't think you'd mind.." You try your best to sound confident, yet you fail miserably.
He holds your chin between his two fingers, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. "I ever tell you how gorgeous you look?"
"Everyday." You gaze up at him, your innocence showing.
"Good," he whispers softly, his breath warm against your skin, before closing the distance between you and drawing you into a kiss.
Lifting you gently by your thighs, he carries you with ease to the warmth of your shared bedroom. As he crosses the threshold, the soft glow of the lighting wraps around you both. He sets you down on the plush fabric of the bed, the comforting texture embracing you as you sink into it.
In a swift motion, he pulls off his pants, the fabric pooling on the floor, and then settles onto the bed beside you, his skin warm against the sheets. An idea flickers in his eyes, and a light smirk crosses his face.
“Need to see you ride me.” He guides you to straddle him, before slipping your shirt off and pushing your panties to the side, bullying himself in. The sudden intrusion makes you gasp as he moves fervently, showing no signs of slowing down.
He gazes his eyes to the dog tag that's wrapped around your precious neck.
The atmosphere in the room thickens with a mix of hushed gasps and soft moans. Simon's heavy breathing cuts through the tension as pleasure envelopes him, growing more urgent.
“Tell me how good it feels love.”
As you near the edge, words struggle to get out, the only thing audible is your gasps.
“C’mon. Use your words,” he grunts out.
“Feels so fucking good Simon. Don't stop..” your words are followed by a whimper, your legs getting tired as you struggle to bounce on his massive size.
Noticing your struggle, he flips you over and mercilessly pounds you into the bed, aiming to finish you both off.
“That’s it, angel. Right there. Fuck you're so perfect.” he intertwines his fingers with yours, he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles before resuming his thrusts.
As soon as you start cumming, Simon doubles his efforts, reaching his hand down to rub your swollen clit. He feels you tighten around him, legs trembling as your orgasm washes over you.
“Fuck, look at you.” he slows his movements, pulling out after he fills you up.
“Spread your legs for me sweetheart.” he spreads your legs a little more, positioning his face between them, planting a little kiss on your clit. He smirks as he maintains eye contact, his tongue darting out to tease your clit with a tight touch, circling it slowly.
His movements speed up, eventually adding his index and middle finger, slowly curling it to hit that perfect spot that makes you see stars.
You moan even louder than before, not even worrying about the neighbors. “More…” you manage to utter, your voice barely rising above a whisper as you use your last bit of resilience.
“Greedy little thing ain't ya?” his fingers move faster, deeper, as he maintains the intense abuse on your clit.
You throw your head back in pure ecstasy as you've officially been fucked dumb.
His fingers pump in and out of you ruthlessly, curling up periodically. He can feel you getting ready to cum again. He looks up at your thrown-back head, his mind racing with more ideas. “Turn over.”
He quickly flips you over into your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you. He spreads your legs apart slightly, exposing your cunt. He spits on it, using his thumb to rub the saliva around your entrance.
He lines himself up with your dripping pussy, rubbing the thick head teasingly along your slit.
He pushes forward slightly, stretching you open as he sinks inside. “Fuck you're so tight, baby girl.” he pauses, letting you adjust to his size once more before starting to thrust slowly.
The dog tags jingle as he pounds into you, grabbing your hips tightly and pulling you back onto him with each powerful thrust. “Such a good girl.”
He reaches around and rubs your clit in firm circles, tormenting it further. “I can feel your little cunt gripping me. You gonna cum angel?”
Seeing you nod, he leans over, pressing his muscular chest against your back, his breath hot on your ear. “Then cum for me sweet girl.”
He growls deeply, feeling your pussy convulse around his cock as you cum. As he finishes emptying himself inside you, he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling into your neck. “You’re so perfect.”
He kisses your neck softly, holding you close as his cum leaks out of your spent cunt. As he whispers comforting words into your ear, you feel yourself dozing off, completely spent from the night’s actions.
Simon smiles softly, adjusting you so you're comfortable against his chest. He pulls the blanket over the both of you, ensuring you're warm. A hand cups the back of your head, rubbing soothingly in your hair, making sure you feel safe.
“Sweet dreams, love. I got you.”
Proud of this one ngl
simon that just needs his frustrations taken out on his baby girl.
he storms into the house, slamming the front door behind him, not even bothering to take off his gear.
his steps are hurried and unsteady as he makes his way to where he knows you’ll be—the bedroom you two share every night. bursting in, his harsh demeanor falters, his gaze softening as he takes in your peaceful, angelic expression.
without wasting another moment, he gently guides you onto the bed, his hands tender as they cradle your soft cheeks.
"pants off. now."
you move quickly at his command, slipping off your pants and leaving yourself in just his oversized t-shirt and the delicate pink lace panties he had given you as a gift on your last birthday.
"oh, such a sweet girl..."
"arms up," he instructs
he slides your shirt off, revealing your skin marked with love bites from previous nights.
"so fuckin' beautiful. look at these pretty tits."
his lips trail over the soft curves of your chest, leaving gentle kisses, while his hand moves to caress and tease the other.
"you wear these panties just for me baby? i know they're your favorite."
he kisses his way down your torso, avoiding where you need him most and he knows it, and a smirk grazes his face.
"simon please..."
"use your words baby. be a big girl yeah?"
You quickly yield to the request, your voice dropping to a low, urgent whisper as a sense of desperation fills your words.
"fuck me simon."
"atta girl."
without a second thought he shoves you down further into the sheets, quickly unbuckling his pants and slipping himself inside you, too rushed to take off any more clothing.
"god you're so fuckin' tight."
he rams his hips into you, showing no mercy, only set on one goal: fucking you dumb.
"you'd be so pretty when you're round with my kids yeah? you up for that mama?"
You offer a quiet nod, your throat tightening as the weight of unspoken words hangs heavily in the air. The silence envelops you, and you choose to hold back, your lips sealed in uncertainty as you wrestle with the urge to say something, anything.
He can feel the way you grip him, a delightful tension building between you both, as anticipation courses through the air. It’s a familiar sign, one that tells him you're moments away from a culmination that has been building.
"cum for me princess. let me feel you."
simon shoves two fingers in your mouth to silence you, not wanting another complaint from the neighbors.
with a muffled moan, you let go, feeling pleasure take over every fiber of your body.
shortly after, he empties himself inside of you, ensuring that it sticks and you finally give him the kid you two have been dreaming of.
“i am so incredibly proud of you, my love. You truly are nothing short of perfect in every way.”
you feel his soft, warm lips kiss your forehead before you're lulled to sleep by his touch.
another basic story lol i need suggestions