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[rawme-price]

John "christ, kid, slow down—" price who can hardly keep up with his younger partner in bed. He's gotten used to distracting you with his mouth or hands, you even broke his pride down enough to invest in toys after begging for a fourth round in a day. He's old and hasn't exactly prioritized his health, which means he often ends up on hid back breathing through his teeth while you ride him to your heart's content.

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Simon "another? C'mon, please love I'll be good–" riley who even in his forties has the energy and want to bend you over every surface he can manage. Seriously, you're pretty sure his dick his permanently half-chubbed. You, the one nearly half his age, have to shove him away and whimper before he lets up to go take a cold shower. He says its all the love he has for you, you're pretty sure he's just a freak.

[astrwww]

This yarw, THIS!!! Makes me wanna write something 🫠

[sanamkhanani]

stop being islamophobe for God's sake, it's 2026, gurll

Calling out a religion's misogyny, sexism, violent methods, barbaric and archaic customs, purity culture, homophobia, human rights violation (circumstancing toddler boys, vaginal mutilation of girls), anti-semitism, intolerance of other people, always calling of war (at least verbally), oppression of women and making them second class citizen, cursing people with threats of "Eternal Hell" for simply disagreeing or questioning something, incest, slavery, sex slavery, blind following, child marriage (pedophilia), dehumanization of Both men and women & non-muslims, racism is not Islamophobia

Also, don't give me God's will guilt trip, I'm an atheist, so it ain't gonna work on me

You are right, it's 2026, so we, as a society should leave 7th century customs back in that time

Have a great day, Anon 🙏💗

[astrwww]

Bruh I am a Muslim and I can tell you we definitely do not do this?? What is even her source?? Delusion?

[sanamkhanani]

Hey, thank you for the reblog 🙏

I want to clarify that my previous reply wasn't a personal attack on everyday Muslims or how you choose to practice your faith today. Rather, it was a critique of standard historical jurisprudence and orthodox textual sources.

You asked for my sources, so here is where these specific criticisms come from in mainstream Islamic texts:

• Restrictions on Women's Governance: The literal text of Sahih al-Bukhari 4425 states: 'Such people as are ruled by a lady will never be successful.' Historically, traditional schools of law used this to bar women from the highest political offices.

• Child Marriage: In Sahih al-Bukhari 5133, it is explicitly recorded that Aisha was married at six years old and the marriage was consummated at nine. Mainstream traditional jurisprudence has historically used this text to justify the legality of child marriage.

• Purity Culture and Hellfire Narrations: In Sahih al-Bukhari 304, the text states that women make up the majority of the inhabitants of Hellfire, citing reasons such as being ungrateful to husbands.

• Slavery and Sex Slavery (Concubinage): Traditional Islamic jurisprudence across all major historical schools (Fiqh) outlines extensive legal rules for the possession, buying, selling, and sexual access to captive women (Ma malakat aymanukum), as referenced in texts like Sahih Muslim 1456a regarding the capturing of women during expeditions.

• Threats for Disagreement: Orthodox theology explicitly mandates capital punishment (the death penalty) for apostasy (leaving the religion), as stated in Sahih al-Bukhari 6922: 'Whoever changed his Islamic religion, then kill him.'

I have absolutely no doubt that you and millions of modern Muslims do not personally practice, support, or condone these things in 2026. However, pointing out that these laws and descriptions exist in the foundational, highly authentic orthodox texts is not 'delusion'—it is simply reading the history. We can respect modern believers while still critically examining historical religious texts

I am speaking as an ex-Muslim about the foundational texts themselves, not your personal lifestyle

And my sources weren't delusion, I have studied Quran and hadiths

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Okay look, what you are presenting me with are all hadiths. And hadiths are basically a narration or testimony given by a person after prophets death, on the sayings of prophet. And bukhari hadiths were written almost 200 years after prophet died . So they say "I heard prophet say such and such." And the next next generation narrates it.

For example as you mentioned child marriages, on the marriage with Aisha , her age is mentioned in a hadith which quotes, I heard Aisha say that she married at such an age. Aisha never directly met bukhari, it was someone else who reported it, So everything is basically secondary info.

It's common sense that you can't accept all secondary info. Now, to know if the hadith is true or false, certain criterias are followed.

Number 1 - A hadith should not contradict the Qur'an.

Number 2 - It should be reported by many people. Such important things, prophet won't say just to one man. He will often talk in a group or to a large number of followers.

And many more.

And if your sources are just given by Hadiths, your believes are wrong. Muslims who believe in hadith books and use them as a source of Islamic law besides the Quran are literally committing shirk.

As you mentioned, Restrictions on Women's governance — Women can be just as intelligent as men, or even more so, which is proven by numerous female narrators, scholars, and others. However, a really big misconception exists like you said, that women are ‘deficient’ in intelligence as if this was a universal rule. The particular Hadith, Sahih Al Bukhari 4425, is poorly translated/ misquoted, without regard for its immediate context. Now I might not be able to explain it to you really well, but this article does.

Child Marriages —

1. The Qu'ran doesn't mention the age of Aisha. But the Quran does mention a minimum age for marriage; leading Islamic jurists agree that sexual maturity is required to reach this age.

2. Her age at the time of marriage is only mentioned in a single hadith which goes something like this: " I heard from someone who heard from someone who heard Aisha say she was 6 when she married the Prophet." There are two problems with this statement: It contradicts the Qur'an which mandates sexual maturity prior to marriage.

This statement was recorded hundreds of years after the death of the Prophet (pbuh) and after Aisha's death. therefore the reliability and authenticity can be questioned.

Imam Bukhari never collected this directly from Aisha and he never even met her. Aisha died in 678 AD. Bukhari was born in 810 AD!

3. Even in the alleged statement by Aisha, it says "He married me". Not "he abused me, assaulted me", etc. Marriage in Islam requires sexual maturity.

4. The Prophet married Khadijah, a woman who was 15 years older than him. In fact, it was well known that Aisha (ra) was often quite jealous of his love for Khadijah, even long after she had passed away. All his other wives were adults. Does this sound like a man who preferred children? No. It's not proven how old Aisha was at the time of marriage.

The age of Aisha is estimated at best as the historical text is not clear, but it's very likely she was in her late teens which was perfectly normal 1400 years ago when girls often got married at a much younger age than today. And perhaps this article might help.

Purity culture — In islam, no one is lower than anyone, wether in gender or status or race, we are judged by our faith to god only, and other things do not matter. Second of all, women have a high regard in Islam, you should look it up. Men were created and obligated to care financially and be responsible for women in there care, such their wives, mothers, daughters and so on. And that also means carrying the burden of delivering a right testimony. And that obviously does not grand them the right to boss around or abuse women.

Concubinage — Ofcourse this must be a very easy thing to understand that Rape in Islam is strictly forbidden. Please read this and this

And lastly, we come to the disbelievers — THE ABOVE HADITH IS VERY CONTRADICTORY TO THE QURAN.

Q 18:29

وَقُلِ الۡحَـقُّ مِنۡ رَّبِّكُمۡ فَمَنۡ شَآءَ فَلۡيُؤۡمِنۡ وَّمَنۡ شَآءَ فَلۡيَكۡفُرۡ ۙاِنَّاۤ اَعۡتَدۡنَا لِلظّٰلِمِيۡنَ نَارًا ۙ اَحَاطَ بِهِمۡ سُرَادِقُهَا ؕ وَاِنۡ يَّسۡتَغِيۡثُوۡا يُغَاثُوۡا بِمَآءٍ كَالۡمُهۡلِ يَشۡوِى الۡوُجُوۡهَؕ بِئۡسَ الشَّرَابُ وَسَآءَتۡ مُرۡتَفَقًا‏

( Q 18:29) And proclaim: "This is the Truth from your Lord. Now let him who will, believe; and let him who will, disbelieve. We have prepared a Fire for the wrong-doers whose billowing folds encompass them. If they ask for water, they will be served with a drink like dregs of oil that will scald their faces. How dreadful a drink, and how evil an abode!

Q 2:256

لَاۤ اِكۡرَاهَ فِى الدِّيۡنِۙ  قَد تَّبَيَّنَ الرُّشۡدُ مِنَ الۡغَىِّۚ فَمَنۡ يَّكۡفُرۡ بِالطَّاغُوۡتِ وَيُؤۡمِنۡۢ بِاللّٰهِ فَقَدِ اسۡتَمۡسَكَ بِالۡعُرۡوَةِ الۡوُثۡقٰى لَا انْفِصَامَ لَهَا ؕ وَاللّٰهُ سَمِيۡعٌ عَلِيۡمٌ‏

( Q 2:256) “There is no compulsion in religion. The Right Way stands clearly distinguished from the wrong. Hence he who rejects the evil ones and believes in Allah has indeed taken hold of the firm, unbreakable handle. And Allah (Whom he has held for support) is All-Hearing, All-Knowing.”

Q 3:90

اِنَّ الَّذِيۡنَ كَفَرُوۡا بَعۡدَ اِيۡمَانِهِمۡ ثُمَّ ازۡدَادُوۡا كُفۡرًا لَّنۡ تُقۡبَلَ تَوۡبَتُهُمۡۚ وَاُولٰٓـئِكَ هُمُ الضَّآ لُّوۡنَ‏

( Q 3:90) Those who are relieved and have hardened in their disbelief after once believing, their (pretence to) repentance shall not be accepted. Indeed such men have altogether strayed.”

And as you mentioned, the texts, Sahih Al Bukhari and Sahih Muslim are not 100% authentic, they are solely based on reports from the people who happened to hear this from prophet Muhammad but the hadiths were written years after his death. So please do not believe the hadiths because they may contradict the Qur'an, because the Qur'an is the sole word of god and the book upon which we should act.

[robertfagden]

at some point The Character stops being a character and starts being a close personal friend

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𝜗ৎ Sucking simon's soul through his sweet cock :p

cw. mature content.

Simon never thought he'd love someone's mouth on his cock, ever. Just the thought of being so intimate with someone has him shuddering, sure he doesn't hate it. His past hookups were decent enough, he never went down on them because that wasn't really his thing and he never forced them to do the same either but when a few of them insisted, he gave in. But ofcourse it didn't really get him going.

So when you came along and sink down on your knees for the first time, blinking up at him with those pretty eyes, simon can't help but caress your hair. You unbuckled his cargo, pulling down the zipper as you stared at the prominent bulge straining against his boxers. You eagerly pulled them down, just enough to reveal his massive throbbing cock, "woah.. it's big" you whispered in awe. Your hands gently took the bulge in your palm, feeling it twitch to life in your hold.

He bit back a groan as you rubbed your small thumb on his swollen tip, the bead of precum smearing on your fingers as you let out a giggle and pulled away, bringing the finger to your mouth as you licked it clean, making simon grunt, "Fuck, don' do that luv." But you couldn't help but smirk as you looked up at him and while maintaining eye contact, you pushed his cock down your throat in one go.

Simon couldn't stop the groan that slipped as his large hand gripped your hair tightly, "Fuckin' hell", you choked around him, your spit dribbling past your mouth as you tried to hollow your cheeks but just the sheer girth of it has the inside of your cheeks stretched wide as you gagged. You could barely breath as he quite literally had blocked your windpipe, your hands fisted into simon's jeans as tears burned in your eyes. You pulled back before trying to take more of him but you just couldn't! He was just too big!!

You fully pulled back now, sputtering as you tried to catch your breath but simon groaned in frustration, "Bloody hell!" His hips bucked, chasing your warm mouth, "can't sii, you're so biiig!" You coughed as his tip poked your cheek but simon's hazel eyes looked down at you, wide with new found obsession, "ya can take it." He muttered before gripping your hair and thrusting his cock in.

He let out a grunt, pushing your head deeper onto his cock, not caring if you gagged or cried. Would it be sadistic if he happened to like the sounds you made as you struggled to take his cock down your throat, it did hurt him seeing your poor jaw slacked open as you tried your best to take him but he's make sure to kiss your face better, his poor dovie. Your cheeks sucked on his girthy length while your hands travelled to his heavy balls, squeezing them as he bucked his hips in sudden excessive pleasure.

"Jesus!" Simon's hand gripped your hair as his stomach scrunched and he came right down your throat, making you gag as you pulled back. His cum flowing down the side of your mouth as you coughed, sniffling as tears and snot ran down your face. It was such a mess and honestly as simon stared down at you, there was just hearts missing in his eyes, this had just become his new favourite view. "Ya were amazin', luv."

@masterlist

[astrwww]

𝜗ৎ Sucking simon's soul through his sweet cock :p

cw. mature content.

Simon never thought he'd love someone's mouth on his cock, ever. Just the thought of being so intimate with someone has him shuddering, sure he doesn't hate it. His past hookups were decent enough, he never went down on them because that wasn't really his thing and he never forced them to do the same either but when a few of them insisted, he gave in. But ofcourse it didn't really get him going.

So when you came along and sink down on your knees for the first time, blinking up at him with those pretty eyes, simon can't help but caress your hair. You unbuckled his cargo, pulling down the zipper as you stared at the prominent bulge straining against his boxers. You eagerly pulled them down, just enough to reveal his massive throbbing cock, "woah.. it's big" you whispered in awe. Your hands gently took the bulge in your palm, feeling it twitch to life in your hold.

He bit back a groan as you rubbed your small thumb on his swollen tip, the bead of precum smearing on your fingers as you let out a giggle and pulled away, bringing the finger to your mouth as you licked it clean, making simon grunt, "Fuck, don' do that luv." But you couldn't help but smirk as you looked up at him and while maintaining eye contact, you pushed his cock down your throat in one go.

Simon couldn't stop the groan that slipped as his large hand gripped your hair tightly, "Fuckin' hell", you choked around him, your spit dribbling past your mouth as you tried to hollow your cheeks but just the sheer girth of it has the inside of your cheeks stretched wide as you gagged. You could barely breath as he quite literally had blocked your windpipe, your hands fisted into simon's jeans as tears burned in your eyes. You pulled back before trying to take more of him but you just couldn't! He was just too big!!

You fully pulled back now, sputtering as you tried to catch your breath but simon groaned in frustration, "Bloody hell!" His hips bucked, chasing your warm mouth, "can't sii, you're so biiig!" You coughed as his tip poked your cheek but simon's hazel eyes looked down at you, wide with new found obsession, "ya can take it." He muttered before gripping your hair and thrusting his cock in.

He let out a grunt, pushing your head deeper onto his cock, not caring if you gagged or cried. Would it be sadistic if he happened to like the sounds you made as you struggled to take his cock down your throat, it did hurt him seeing your poor jaw slacked open as you tried your best to take him but he's make sure to kiss your face better, his poor dovie. Your cheeks sucked on his girthy length while your hands travelled to his heavy balls, squeezing them as he bucked his hips in sudden excessive pleasure.

"Jesus!" Simon's hand gripped your hair as his stomach scrunched and he came right down your throat, making you gag as you pulled back. His cum flowing down the side of your mouth as you coughed, sniffling as tears and snot ran down your face. It was such a mess and honestly as simon stared down at you, there was just hearts missing in his eyes, this had just become his new favourite view. "Ya were amazin', luv."

@masterlist

[nottsnymph]

contains; boot humping, humiliation, degradation mixed with praise

You love teasing Ghost while he's at work on your days off—sending him filthy messages, describing exactly how your fingers slid through your slick folds, how you imagined his cock filling you. You knew exactly what you were doing. And fuck do you regret it now.

The rough polyester of his uniform trousers scratches against your cheek as you while you look up at him with teary eyes, searching for any scrap of mercy. The scent of him—gunpowder, sweat, that sharp masculine musk that clings to his skin after a long shift—fills your lungs with every desperate breath. Your knees ache against the hardwood floor, the pressure a dull throb that punctuates each frantic rock of your hips. His boot is slick with your arousal now, the black leather darkened and glistening where you've been riding it like a desperate animal in heat—the need is a living thing inside you, clawing at your insides, demanding release.

Simon's eyes are dark pools of amusement as he watches you descend into ruin. He's tilted back in his chair, legs spread wide, the outline of his cock straining against the metal zipper of his trousers. You can see the damp spot where precum has beaded at the tip, darkening the fabric. He's hard—so fucking hard—but he shows no sign of easing your torment. His hand rests on your head, fingers threading through your hair with a gentleness that belies his cruelty.

"Si... please” the words tear from your throat, ragged and broken. Tears blur your vision, hot tracks carving paths down your flushed cheeks. Some drip from your chin, splattering onto the leather of his boot. You're a mess—makeup ruined, hair a tangled disaster, body shaking uncontrollably.

"Is it too much?" The question drips with faux sympathy, his voice a low purr that vibrates through your skull as his thumb brushes a tear away with mock tenderness. You nod frantically, more tears spilling free, your lips parting to beg again—

"Good. Keep going."

The command drops an octave, deep and final. The sound of it settles in your bones like a warning. A whine escapes you, high and pathetic, as your hips stutter against his boot. You're so close. So fucking close. The edge is a razor's breadth away, a precipice you've been dangling over for what feels like hours. Every time you think you'll tip over, the pressure shifts, the angle changes, and the wave recedes, leaving you gasping and empty.

"I can't," you sob, your movements halting completely. Your arms wrap around his calf, hugging it like a lifeline, your forehead pressing against his knee. "Please, I can't—"

His fingers find the nape of your neck, grip tightening on your hair, and he yanks your head back with brutal precision. Your spine arches, a gasp punched from your lungs. Through tear-blurred eyes, you meet his gaze—those cold, calculating eyes that see right through you. "Should've thought about that before being a fucking tease." His voice is a low growl, vibrating with restrained dominance. "Sending me those texts, huh? Thinking you could wind me up and I'd forget about it when I got home?"

You can't respond. Your throat is too tight, your breath coming in ragged pants. The tears flow freely now, a silent admission of guilt. Sensing your need, your submission, he tilts his boot upward. The leather toe catches your clit through the soaked fabric, a sharp, deliberate tap that sends a jolt of electricity straight through your pelvis. Your body convulses, a broken moan tearing from your chest. The sensation is too much and not enough all at once.

"Move," he orders.

Your whimper of protest is swallowed by instinct. Your hips roll forward, grinding desperately against the boot, chasing that spark of pleasure-pain. You hate yourself for how easily you obey, how your body responds before your mind can catch up. But the need is overwhelming, a primal force that strips away all dignity.

Simon watches with hungry satisfaction. Your fucked-out, tear-streaked, utterly broken face, how you look up at him with those glossy, hazy eyes. The way you hug his calf, fingers digging into the fabric of his trousers, as you hump his foot like a bitch in heat—only his to admire, to humiliate.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his hand moving from your hair to cup your jaw. He tilts your face up, forcing you to maintain eye contact as you continue your frantic movements. "Fucking desperate. Is this what you wanted?" He squeezes your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout. "To be begging for permission to come on my boot?"

A sob escapes you, but you can't answer. Your hips only move faster, your breath coming in sharp, frantic gasps. The pressure is building again, that coiled heat in your belly tightening, threatening to snap. But you know he won't let you. Not yet. Not until he's extracted every ounce of punishment for your earlier teasing.

His thumb traces your lower lip, pressing inside, and you instinctively suck, tasting the salt of your own tears mingled with his skin. "Good. That's it," he praises, the words a venomous caress. "Show me how sorry you are." And you do. Because there's nothing else you can do. Because this is exactly where he wants you—on your knees, shattered and desperate, your pleasure dangling just out of reach, his to give or withhold as he sees fit. And as you continue to grind against his boot, you know that it's going to be a long night.

[astrwww]

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[dreamymia]

Waking up in the morning and Price is buried between your legs. It's not his usual frantic or hungry pace, he's not eating you out to make you cum, he's just enjoying your taste, savouring you.

Price is the type to hold a hand over your stomach, keeping you from squirming too much, keeping you from taking away his breakfast. Price is the type to look at you through his lashes, tongue swirling over your clit, watching you as you throw your head back, whining, it's still too early for this even when you're shivering everytime his moustache and beard brushes against the tender skin of your inner thighs. But Price isn't the type to move away from your folds when he needs to murmur his scold; his words sending the softest of vibrations through your core “Don't start the day by complaining too much, doll”

Although he won't give you the chance to complain, or even utter a word, because when Price starts his morning with his head buried between your legs, there's a high chance you won't be getting out of bed at all that day.

[astrwww]

Hell yeah 🫠

[astrwww]

𝜗ৎ Virgin simon riley

cw. mature content

Simon Riley who's still a virgin even though he's well into his thirties just because he never had any luck bagging a girl, sure, a lot of women have stared at his large 6' something form whenever he entered a pub but that was just cause they were too intimated and lowkey terrified to approach him and his skull balaclava didn't exactly help his cause.

Even in school, he never had any luck. Highschool simon was him being the weird lonely loser, the big lanky boy that wore clothes sizes too big for his frame, his shoes were all dirty and worn because his father never really cared about how he dressed up nor spend anything on him for that matter. Poor boy never had anyone to look after him, to care for him nor he had anyone to look up at, he had no idea what to wear and how to be until he joined the military.

For decades, he's just been so pent up and insatiable, trying to jerk off every night in his dorm, to get some dopamine out of it but it's never enough. his rough and calloused palm wrapped tightly around his thick cock, thumb pressing on the throbbing vein that ran down to his base and back up his vline. His fist tugging his foreskin back, revealing the swollen red tip that is drooling precum until he gets to cum.

He's tried to get off on porn too, the trending videos on pornhub but they just doesn't appeal to him, sure the women are hot but their acting is horrible, the forced high pitched moan they scream, the orgasms they definitely fake. Simon just knows that he can do so much better than the men in the videos, sure, he's not experienced but that doesn't mean he hasn't practiced in his imagination!

And when he sees you, the sweet, young doll that just moved in across from his apartment, he doesn't waste shooting his shot. And he definitely doesn't expect your interest in him, like why would you?! He's old, ugly, mysterious with terrible communication skills yet you are so nice to him and when he finally get's you in his bed?

His large hand trembles as he gently caressed your hair, you were on your knees infront of him. His chubbed up cock in your hands as you stared at the pearl of precum beading on his swollen red tip. Your lips parted, eyes glued on the bead of cum as it trickled down the fat muscle of his cock, with a amused smirk your tongue poked out and licked the fluid right from the base to his tip, saline taste spreading on your tongue. The feel of warmth on his tip had his cock giving a rapturous twitch.

"Fuck—" He groaned, his eyes closing shut from the hot wave of pleasure that burst through his body, lighting his veins on fire. His hand clenched in your hair as you decided to fully take his cock in your mouth, wrapping your lips around his swollen tip. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked hard around him, your mouth swallowing the first few inches with ease and just that was enough to send him over the edge. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shittt—"

Without a warning, he's cumming down your throat, thick, warm fluid filling up your mouth as you choked slightly. The saline flavour overwhelming your senses as you pulled away from his softening cock, coughing and sputtering as your nails digged into his thick muscular thighs before you finally stood before him.

"I- fuck, 'm sorry! didn' mean t'choke ya." Simon mumbled apologetically, his large hands immediately traveling to you back, wrapping an arm around your waist as he looked up at you and a hand cupping your ass, kneading the soft, cheeky flesh while his chin pressed into your stomach, his pretty brown eyes clearly visible despite his skull balaclava. Simon pulled down your pants while you were still standing infront of him, his hand ripping apart your panties with ease, just for his amusement.

As your perfect cunt came into view simon's breath hitched as he eyed the folds of your cunt glistening with your arousal, the cute little bead peeking out from between her folds and just the sweet musky smell had simon's eyes rolling back into his head from the pleasure. Simon couldn't help but lean down towards the little trimmed bush you had, burying his balaclava-covered nose into it, inhaling deeply like a pervert while your hand went to his head, trying to push him away, "Ohmygod simon! N-no! What are you doing?? It's so embarassing!"

Simon ignored your protests, your little attempts to push him away were useless as he hoisted you up on his shoulders, your cunt directly in his face before he pulled up his balaclava. revealing his mouth, those rough lips with a scar running down the side of them as he buried his mouth on your pussy, desperately eating you out as if he were dying. hot, thick muscle of his tongue licked a bold stripe through your folds, the taste of your sweet arousal seeping through his tastebuds had his dick twitching to life once again.

The tip of simon's nose pushed into your clit, bumping the sensitive muscle as his large hands had your thighs spread open for his mouth. His desperate mouth that was slurping up your cunt messily, teeth grazing clumsily along your folds as he pulled back, deeply inhaling your scent before diving back into your cunt. His tongue lewdly licked around your hole, quaffing up all of the juices leaking out. You couldn't help but sob at both, the intense position he held you in and at the way he devoured your cunt. His sucked with all of his might, feeling you cum on his face with a scream.

Simon finally relented as your hand tugged roughly at his roots for the million-th time, laying you on the soft mattress before he hovered over you, his dick already swollen and stiff against his thick, meaty thighs. "Can I put it in? Can't take it n'more." He panted, his voice gruff as his sharp teeth grazed your ear lobe from beneath the balaclava, biting down on the soft flesh before his tongue darted out, swirling it inside your ear.

You bit your lip, letting out a breathy whimper as your hips bucked up into his, trying to feel his throbbing cock on your skin once again. "Yeah." Without another word he aligned his flushed tip at your glistening cunt, pushing it in with one thrust of his hips. Simon's eyes rolled back as he pushed his leaking head into your cunt, letting out a choked moan, he knows that he shouldn't moan, that'll just make him look so pathetic but he can't help it.

The tight warmth of your pussy has him praying to god's he doesn't even believe in, the sheer tightness has his balls clenching, straining to cum. But he doesn't, biting your neck harshly as he breathes your scent in, pulling out all the way before he pushes back in with a clumsy thrust. Simon was pretty confident about how he could fuck a girl but the moment your pussy clenched around his cock, his hips stuttered. The rhythm that he had thought about was useless as he groaned, spilling inside of you with mere two thrusts.

You can't help but smirk at how inexperienced he was, "Let me do the work si, since you clearly can't!" you placed your hand on his chest, pushing him on to his back as you straddled his lap. He grunted, "Fuck- n-no! Just came!", you just laughed at his pathetic groan, sinking down on his cock with a whimper. Simon's large calloused hand gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as his head fell back on the pillow.

"Fuck! Shite!" He growled, his hips bucking up as his sensitive cock was once again engulfed in your cunt. You could feel his dick up in your guts as you bounced on his cock, the base of it frothing with a white creamy ring around it. His own cum dripped down to his swollen balls, his lap was covered in your arousal.

As you moved on his cock, the rough pubic hair rubbed against your clit making you squeeze around him. You yelped and placed your hand on his hard scarred stomach as his swollen tip thrusted right up in your cervix, bruising the muscle as you cried out from the pleasure. Simon couldn't help but cum once again as you tightened unbelievably around his cock, his hand left your hip and traveled to where you both were connected, finding your sensitive bud as he rubbed it ruthlessly, making you cum with a whine. "There ya go baby, cum f'me!"

You body gave in as you fell on top of his chest, breathing heavily, "S- si, ohmygod! That was—", "Fuckin' brilliant!" He caressed your hair, his balaclava was drenched in sweat as he pressed a kiss to you forehead before adjusting his mask. His brown eyes stared at you with hunger as he flipped you over, smirking under his balaclava as he growled, "I'll show ya what I can do luvie."

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Hope y'all liked this ^^

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𝜗ৎ Virgin simon riley

cw. mature content

Simon Riley who's still a virgin even though he's well into his thirties just because he never had any luck bagging a girl, sure, a lot of women have stared at his large 6' something form whenever he entered a pub but that was just cause they were too intimated and lowkey terrified to approach him and his skull balaclava didn't exactly help his cause.

Even in school, he never had any luck. Highschool simon was him being the weird lonely loser, the big lanky boy that wore clothes sizes too big for his frame, his shoes were all dirty and worn because his father never really cared about how he dressed up nor spend anything on him for that matter. Poor boy never had anyone to look after him, to care for him nor he had anyone to look up at, he had no idea what to wear and how to be until he joined the military.

For decades, he's just been so pent up and insatiable, trying to jerk off every night in his dorm, to get some dopamine out of it but it's never enough. his rough and calloused palm wrapped tightly around his thick cock, thumb pressing on the throbbing vein that ran down to his base and back up his vline. His fist tugging his foreskin back, revealing the swollen red tip that is drooling precum until he gets to cum.

He's tried to get off on porn too, the trending videos on pornhub but they just doesn't appeal to him, sure the women are hot but their acting is horrible, the forced high pitched moan they scream, the orgasms they definitely fake. Simon just knows that he can do so much better than the men in the videos, sure, he's not experienced but that doesn't mean he hasn't practiced in his imagination!

And when he sees you, the sweet, young doll that just moved in across from his apartment, he doesn't waste shooting his shot. And he definitely doesn't expect your interest in him, like why would you?! He's old, ugly, mysterious with terrible communication skills yet you are so nice to him and when he finally get's you in his bed?

His large hand trembles as he gently caressed your hair, you were on your knees infront of him. His chubbed up cock in your hands as you stared at the pearl of precum beading on his swollen red tip. Your lips parted, eyes glued on the bead of cum as it trickled down the fat muscle of his cock, with a amused smirk your tongue poked out and licked the fluid right from the base to his tip, saline taste spreading on your tongue. The feel of warmth on his tip had his cock giving a rapturous twitch.

"Fuck—" He groaned, his eyes closing shut from the hot wave of pleasure that burst through his body, lighting his veins on fire. His hand clenched in your hair as you decided to fully take his cock in your mouth, wrapping your lips around his swollen tip. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked hard around him, your mouth swallowing the first few inches with ease and just that was enough to send him over the edge. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shittt—"

Without a warning, he's cumming down your throat, thick, warm fluid filling up your mouth as you choked slightly. The saline flavour overwhelming your senses as you pulled away from his softening cock, coughing and sputtering as your nails digged into his thick muscular thighs before you finally stood before him.

"I- fuck, 'm sorry! didn' mean t'choke ya." Simon mumbled apologetically, his large hands immediately traveling to you back, wrapping an arm around your waist as he looked up at you and a hand cupping your ass, kneading the soft, cheeky flesh while his chin pressed into your stomach, his pretty brown eyes clearly visible despite his skull balaclava. Simon pulled down your pants while you were still standing infront of him, his hand ripping apart your panties with ease, just for his amusement.

As your perfect cunt came into view simon's breath hitched as he eyed the folds of your cunt glistening with your arousal, the cute little bead peeking out from between her folds and just the sweet musky smell had simon's eyes rolling back into his head from the pleasure. Simon couldn't help but lean down towards the little trimmed bush you had, burying his balaclava-covered nose into it, inhaling deeply like a pervert while your hand went to his head, trying to push him away, "Ohmygod simon! N-no! What are you doing?? It's so embarassing!"

Simon ignored your protests, your little attempts to push him away were useless as he hoisted you up on his shoulders, your cunt directly in his face before he pulled up his balaclava. revealing his mouth, those rough lips with a scar running down the side of them as he buried his mouth on your pussy, desperately eating you out as if he were dying. hot, thick muscle of his tongue licked a bold stripe through your folds, the taste of your sweet arousal seeping through his tastebuds had his dick twitching to life once again.

The tip of simon's nose pushed into your clit, bumping the sensitive muscle as his large hands had your thighs spread open for his mouth. His desperate mouth that was slurping up your cunt messily, teeth grazing clumsily along your folds as he pulled back, deeply inhaling your scent before diving back into your cunt. His tongue lewdly licked around your hole, quaffing up all of the juices leaking out. You couldn't help but sob at both, the intense position he held you in and at the way he devoured your cunt. His sucked with all of his might, feeling you cum on his face with a scream.

Simon finally relented as your hand tugged roughly at his roots for the million-th time, laying you on the soft mattress before he hovered over you, his dick already swollen and stiff against his thick, meaty thighs. "Can I put it in? Can't take it n'more." He panted, his voice gruff as his sharp teeth grazed your ear lobe from beneath the balaclava, biting down on the soft flesh before his tongue darted out, swirling it inside your ear.

You bit your lip, letting out a breathy whimper as your hips bucked up into his, trying to feel his throbbing cock on your skin once again. "Yeah." Without another word he aligned his flushed tip at your glistening cunt, pushing it in with one thrust of his hips. Simon's eyes rolled back as he pushed his leaking head into your cunt, letting out a choked moan, he knows that he shouldn't moan, that'll just make him look so pathetic but he can't help it.

The tight warmth of your pussy has him praying to god's he doesn't even believe in, the sheer tightness has his balls clenching, straining to cum. But he doesn't, biting your neck harshly as he breathes your scent in, pulling out all the way before he pushes back in with a clumsy thrust. Simon was pretty confident about how he could fuck a girl but the moment your pussy clenched around his cock, his hips stuttered. The rhythm that he had thought about was useless as he groaned, spilling inside of you with mere two thrusts.

You can't help but smirk at how inexperienced he was, "Let me do the work si, since you clearly can't!" you placed your hand on his chest, pushing him on to his back as you straddled his lap. He grunted, "Fuck- n-no! Just came!", you just laughed at his pathetic groan, sinking down on his cock with a whimper. Simon's large calloused hand gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as his head fell back on the pillow.

"Fuck! Shite!" He growled, his hips bucking up as his sensitive cock was once again engulfed in your cunt. You could feel his dick up in your guts as you bounced on his cock, the base of it frothing with a white creamy ring around it. His own cum dripped down to his swollen balls, his lap was covered in your arousal.

As you moved on his cock, the rough pubic hair rubbed against your clit making you squeeze around him. You yelped and placed your hand on his hard scarred stomach as his swollen tip thrusted right up in your cervix, bruising the muscle as you cried out from the pleasure. Simon couldn't help but cum once again as you tightened unbelievably around his cock, his hand left your hip and traveled to where you both were connected, finding your sensitive bud as he rubbed it ruthlessly, making you cum with a whine. "There ya go baby, cum f'me!"

You body gave in as you fell on top of his chest, breathing heavily, "S- si, ohmygod! That was—", "Fuckin' brilliant!" He caressed your hair, his balaclava was drenched in sweat as he pressed a kiss to you forehead before adjusting his mask. His brown eyes stared at you with hunger as he flipped you over, smirking under his balaclava as he growled, "I'll show ya what I can do luvie."

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𝜗ৎ Simon being a secretly disgusting perv

cw. mature content

You always considered simon as a reserved man, he never spoke much unless he was on the field, reporting or being sarcastic. Even when you started going out with him, he barely spoke except for when necessary but that didn't really matter because he always made it up in his actions. Hugging you when you needed it, bringing you your favourite drink when you were on your period, listening to juicy gossip you bought back and letting you scream at him when you were stressed but he never took it to heart since he knew it was the frustration talking through you.

You didn't really expect simon to be this gentle and kind with you, he always seemed like a bit of a brute to you considering his huge body but you were proved wrong and one thing you also didn't expect was how... reserved he was even in bed.

You had expected that the man would have some kind of deep kinks like breeding you full, talking dirty to you and yada yada but he was so quiet even in the bedroom. A huge muscle of mass and not a expressive bone in his body but if you were lucky you would hear him grunt when he was deep in you and if he was slightly drunk, which also if you were lucky because this motherfucker has a high tolerance, he would end up sweet talking you while he fucked you stupid in ungodly hours till the sun didn't rise and that was a thing about him, simon never left you unsatisfied... Physically atleast. He would go at it for hours on end but only ever having you on your back, your legs pushed up to your ear as he pounded his cock into you.

But only one question lingered in your mind, "is this man hiding his depraved thoughts? Because no way a man this huge and sexy doesn't have his kinks."

You had come home early than scheduled one day and found him crouched over the laundry basket with a pair of your dirty cotton panties clutched in his hands as he examined them intensely, like they were a threat to his sanity a threat to his sanity. He had a glint in his eyes as his fat thumb rubbed over the middle spot of your panties where some discharge had ruined the old pair. He gathered the sticky, thick liquid-gooey stuff right on his thumb as he stared, mesmerized before putting it into his mouth. That made you gasp quietly as your eyes widened and your brows furrowed but you kept looking, knowing this was a bit disgusting but you really wanted to know what he did next.

Simon's eyes closed as his body visibly relaxed while he savoured the weird taste and unfamiliar consistency of your discharge. He breathed out softly, seemingly enjoying it as if that was some sweet dessert and honestly, to him? Anything that came from you was a dessert. And if you would ever let him, he would probably even be down to try and taste your period blood but that was something he could never tell you, he had a reputation jeez! he was the mature boyfriend in your eyes, the one who wasn't a pervert but just a missionary man with minimal kinks.

But standing there watching him you realised that there were definitely things he did that were very... disgustingly pervy.

You watched as he slowly put the ruined pair of lace over his broken nose, taking a deep breath as he inhaled your scent — your musky, filthy smell — the smell that only your cunt gives off, his cunt really. The occasional pretty patch of hair leading down to the sweet sweet nub that was just so perfectly sensitive and all for him to revel in. the pearl twitched and swelled under just the slightest graze of his rough fingers or just a dull thawp! of his angry red tip smacking right down on the bundle of nerves.

Simon loved every part of you, your sweet mind, your pretty face, those gorgeous tits, the soft thighs, the amazing stomach and everything else but his favourite part on you was definitely your cunt. He had spent hours on end buried between your plush thighs, eating his cunt out messily until you were trembling and crying from the overstimulation. He loved eating you out and having the tip of his nose bump into your clit and when he had you underneath him, sobbing, even his nose on your clit made you spurt out. He also loved spitting on the swollen clit, watching the glob of saliva slush down the curve of your mound, through the soft pussy lips, down to your clenched asshole and finally staining the bed.

He loved watching your sweet cunt glisten with his spit as his thumb rubbed the saliva all over your nub and popped the digit right into your hole to lube it up. "This pussy's covered right in my spit darlin', you like it, hm?"

He loved bullying his tongue in your sweet fluttering hole, letting the thick muscle wriggle mercilessly against your clamped walls as his large hands spread your pussy open all bare to his gaze while he tried to stimulate you through your g-spot. His tongue pressing hard on your spot, the man had unbelievable control over it as he knew just the right techniques to get you close and majority of the time, he would let you cum but the times he didn't? He pulled out his tongue right as he felt your walls pulsing around his tongue, breathing heavily as he pushed in two of his thick fingers.

Those thick meaty fingers that fit just deep enough to torture that goeey spot, curling it up to let you feel his uncut nails graze the warm channel, moving his fingers in such a way that it was as if he was trying to scratch an itch, but ofcourse he made sure that his nails, even uncut, were the cleanest for his love. He sometimes fingered you to the point where you had cum multiple times and could feel the thick veins on his fingers press urgently inside your clammy walls. Whenever simon finger-fucked you for hours on end, his hand never really cramped up or even if it did, he never showed it.

The look on his face always watched your expression carefully, learning new things that made your eyes roll back, teeth clench, moan loudly and squeeze around him, he wanted to make sure you always got the utmost pleasure that you truly deserved. It made him happy knowing that you got off of his scarred old body even though he would never be able to fully comprehend it. But it was times like these when he discreetly could be the disgusting pervert he really was, sniffing your dirty old panties while you were out or in one of your "everything shower".

The soft lace felt so stupidly sexy on his large scarred hand while he clicked a mental image before spreading the fabric over his face, letting it mold to his face while his other hand hurriedly slipped into his sweatpants, his knees hitting the ground as he pushed the elastic down to let his fat cock out, the thick muscle springing free.

His tip was already leaking, the beautiful mushroom shaped head a flushed red colour contrasted with the milky liquid studded on his slit like a pearl. His breath hitched as he thumb swiped off the beautiful jewel of liquid, rubbing it over the red tip to make it glossy before his hand gripped the base of his cock, giving it a rough tug. Simon's hands had already gotten sweaty in the spur of the moment, truth be told, he wanted you to catch him like this — knelt by the laundry basket, sniffing your dirty panties while he jerked himself off.

he didn't really need his spit to help jerk himself off, he was already on the edge from thinking about you and was leaking enough precum to use as lube and just the thought that the fabric on his face was the same thing that clung to your pussy just hours ago, drove him over the edge. But he couldn't let his precious cum go to waste, so simon pulled off the cloth from his mouth, his face already missing the feel of it, and wrapped it around his cock, tugging the base a few more times before he came with a low groan. The fabric tainted with his seed as he immediately examined the soiled panties, the pretty lace ruined with the liquid, his liquid but he didn't really care, it was gonna get washed anyway.

He watched as some of your discharge mixed right up with his cum and he couldn't help but rub both of them together with his thumb like a child doing a experiment with shampoo and conditioner. Simon scooped up the mixed dirt on his thumb, his mouth opening up as he groaned at the sweet and sour taste, "oh fuck"

an. late late valentine day special? Anyways please bear with me guys, I see your really amazing requests and I love them!! I just need to put my imagination into words and it's hard 🥀

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this is my reaction throughout the fic

and my mouth only opens wider every time bc ITS BARS AFTER BARS WHATT HE FUCK ?!!!!!!!!!!

And if you would ever let him, he would probably even be down to try and taste your period blood but that was something he could never tell you, he had a reputation jeez! he was the mature boyfriend in your eyes, the one who wasn't a pervert but just a missionary man with minimal kinks.

IS HE INSANE ?!!!!!!!!!! I WOULD TOTALLY LET HIM DO IT FFS BRO I THOUGHT IM A PERV BUT HES GONE WITH IT

It made him happy knowing that you got off of his scarred old body even though he would never be able to fully comprehend it.

Scarred old body…. broken nose… oh how i DESIREEEEEEEEE this old broken man i would love him so hard his body and soul would mend

He watched as some of your discharge mixed right up with his cum and he couldn't help but rub both of them together with his thumb like a child doing a experiment with shampoo and conditioner. Simon scooped up the mixed dirt on his thumb, his mouth opening up as he groaned at the sweet and sour taste, "oh fuck"

this is the kind of fuckery im into and i swear im blaming u and simon if i cant have this irl i swearrrrrrrrrrrr if my man didnt end up THIS GROSS ?!!!!!!!!! Im gonna commit some crimes

Oh and ! Plus point if his fantasy includes kidnapping you fully cladded in his uniform and ghost mask and fucking u in the forest :] yeah yeah that sounds ab right

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Simon is totally down bad!!! Who doesn't like his broken nose?? I just wanna ride it !! And Ohmygod i literally have a draft where he fucks you in the forest!! 😭😭😭😭 I just need to edit and post 🥀

I'm so glad you loved it 💋💋

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OH EM GEE HEHEHEHE Ur fic popping in my tl is def not a coincidence then <33 looking forward to reading the story mentionedddd hehehe

and do you mind if i.. if i snuck some thoughts in ur inbox about shy pervert simon ^w^ can we perhaps be friends heheheheeh

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Totally not!! It's meant to be ;)) I will post it soon!! And OHMYGOD yesssss!!!!!! Let's be friends!!! 😭 I would totally love your ideas, i literally have no one to discuss perv simon with 🥀 but yes please let's be friends!!!!

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𝜗ৎ Simon being a secretly disgusting perv

cw. mature content

You always considered simon as a reserved man, he never spoke much unless he was on the field, reporting or being sarcastic. Even when you started going out with him, he barely spoke except for when necessary but that didn't really matter because he always made it up in his actions. Hugging you when you needed it, bringing you your favourite drink when you were on your period, listening to juicy gossip you bought back and letting you scream at him when you were stressed but he never took it to heart since he knew it was the frustration talking through you.

You didn't really expect simon to be this gentle and kind with you, he always seemed like a bit of a brute to you considering his huge body but you were proved wrong and one thing you also didn't expect was how... reserved he was even in bed.

You had expected that the man would have some kind of deep kinks like breeding you full, talking dirty to you and yada yada but he was so quiet even in the bedroom. A huge muscle of mass and not a expressive bone in his body but if you were lucky you would hear him grunt when he was deep in you and if he was slightly drunk, which also if you were lucky because this motherfucker has a high tolerance, he would end up sweet talking you while he fucked you stupid in ungodly hours till the sun didn't rise and that was a thing about him, simon never left you unsatisfied... Physically atleast. He would go at it for hours on end but only ever having you on your back, your legs pushed up to your ear as he pounded his cock into you.

But only one question lingered in your mind, "is this man hiding his depraved thoughts? Because no way a man this huge and sexy doesn't have his kinks."

You had come home early than scheduled one day and found him crouched over the laundry basket with a pair of your dirty cotton panties clutched in his hands as he examined them intensely, like they were a threat to his sanity a threat to his sanity. He had a glint in his eyes as his fat thumb rubbed over the middle spot of your panties where some discharge had ruined the old pair. He gathered the sticky, thick liquid-gooey stuff right on his thumb as he stared, mesmerized before putting it into his mouth. That made you gasp quietly as your eyes widened and your brows furrowed but you kept looking, knowing this was a bit disgusting but you really wanted to know what he did next.

Simon's eyes closed as his body visibly relaxed while he savoured the weird taste and unfamiliar consistency of your discharge. He breathed out softly, seemingly enjoying it as if that was some sweet dessert and honestly, to him? Anything that came from you was a dessert. And if you would ever let him, he would probably even be down to try and taste your period blood but that was something he could never tell you, he had a reputation jeez! he was the mature boyfriend in your eyes, the one who wasn't a pervert but just a missionary man with minimal kinks.

But standing there watching him you realised that there were definitely things he did that were very... disgustingly pervy.

You watched as he slowly put the ruined pair of lace over his broken nose, taking a deep breath as he inhaled your scent — your musky, filthy smell — the smell that only your cunt gives off, his cunt really. The occasional pretty patch of hair leading down to the sweet sweet nub that was just so perfectly sensitive and all for him to revel in. the pearl twitched and swelled under just the slightest graze of his rough fingers or just a dull thawp! of his angry red tip smacking right down on the bundle of nerves.

Simon loved every part of you, your sweet mind, your pretty face, those gorgeous tits, the soft thighs, the amazing stomach and everything else but his favourite part on you was definitely your cunt. He had spent hours on end buried between your plush thighs, eating his cunt out messily until you were trembling and crying from the overstimulation. He loved eating you out and having the tip of his nose bump into your clit and when he had you underneath him, sobbing, even his nose on your clit made you spurt out. He also loved spitting on the swollen clit, watching the glob of saliva slush down the curve of your mound, through the soft pussy lips, down to your clenched asshole and finally staining the bed.

He loved watching your sweet cunt glisten with his spit as his thumb rubbed the saliva all over your nub and popped the digit right into your hole to lube it up. "This pussy's covered right in my spit darlin', you like it, hm?"

He loved bullying his tongue in your sweet fluttering hole, letting the thick muscle wriggle mercilessly against your clamped walls as his large hands spread your pussy open all bare to his gaze while he tried to stimulate you through your g-spot. His tongue pressing hard on your spot, the man had unbelievable control over it as he knew just the right techniques to get you close and majority of the time, he would let you cum but the times he didn't? He pulled out his tongue right as he felt your walls pulsing around his tongue, breathing heavily as he pushed in two of his thick fingers.

Those thick meaty fingers that fit just deep enough to torture that goeey spot, curling it up to let you feel his uncut nails graze the warm channel, moving his fingers in such a way that it was as if he was trying to scratch an itch, but ofcourse he made sure that his nails, even uncut, were the cleanest for his love. He sometimes fingered you to the point where you had cum multiple times and could feel the thick veins on his fingers press urgently inside your clammy walls. Whenever simon finger-fucked you for hours on end, his hand never really cramped up or even if it did, he never showed it.

The look on his face always watched your expression carefully, learning new things that made your eyes roll back, teeth clench, moan loudly and squeeze around him, he wanted to make sure you always got the utmost pleasure that you truly deserved. It made him happy knowing that you got off of his scarred old body even though he would never be able to fully comprehend it. But it was times like these when he discreetly could be the disgusting pervert he really was, sniffing your dirty old panties while you were out or in one of your "everything shower".

The soft lace felt so stupidly sexy on his large scarred hand while he clicked a mental image before spreading the fabric over his face, letting it mold to his face while his other hand hurriedly slipped into his sweatpants, his knees hitting the ground as he pushed the elastic down to let his fat cock out, the thick muscle springing free.

His tip was already leaking, the beautiful mushroom shaped head a flushed red colour contrasted with the milky liquid studded on his slit like a pearl. His breath hitched as he thumb swiped off the beautiful jewel of liquid, rubbing it over the red tip to make it glossy before his hand gripped the base of his cock, giving it a rough tug. Simon's hands had already gotten sweaty in the spur of the moment, truth be told, he wanted you to catch him like this — knelt by the laundry basket, sniffing your dirty panties while he jerked himself off.

he didn't really need his spit to help jerk himself off, he was already on the edge from thinking about you and was leaking enough precum to use as lube and just the thought that the fabric on his face was the same thing that clung to your pussy just hours ago, drove him over the edge. But he couldn't let his precious cum go to waste, so simon pulled off the cloth from his mouth, his face already missing the feel of it, and wrapped it around his cock, tugging the base a few more times before he came with a low groan. The fabric tainted with his seed as he immediately examined the soiled panties, the pretty lace ruined with the liquid, his liquid but he didn't really care, it was gonna get washed anyway.

He watched as some of your discharge mixed right up with his cum and he couldn't help but rub both of them together with his thumb like a child doing a experiment with shampoo and conditioner. Simon scooped up the mixed dirt on his thumb, his mouth opening up as he groaned at the sweet and sour taste, "oh fuck"

an. late late valentine day special? Anyways please bear with me guys, I see your really amazing requests and I love them!! I just need to put my imagination into words and it's hard 🥀

@masterlist © 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐰𝐰𝐰 '𝟐𝟔

[blv3rd]

this is my reaction throughout the fic

and my mouth only opens wider every time bc ITS BARS AFTER BARS WHATT HE FUCK ?!!!!!!!!!!

And if you would ever let him, he would probably even be down to try and taste your period blood but that was something he could never tell you, he had a reputation jeez! he was the mature boyfriend in your eyes, the one who wasn't a pervert but just a missionary man with minimal kinks.

IS HE INSANE ?!!!!!!!!!! I WOULD TOTALLY LET HIM DO IT FFS BRO I THOUGHT IM A PERV BUT HES GONE WITH IT

It made him happy knowing that you got off of his scarred old body even though he would never be able to fully comprehend it.

Scarred old body…. broken nose… oh how i DESIREEEEEEEEE this old broken man i would love him so hard his body and soul would mend

He watched as some of your discharge mixed right up with his cum and he couldn't help but rub both of them together with his thumb like a child doing a experiment with shampoo and conditioner. Simon scooped up the mixed dirt on his thumb, his mouth opening up as he groaned at the sweet and sour taste, "oh fuck"

this is the kind of fuckery im into and i swear im blaming u and simon if i cant have this irl i swearrrrrrrrrrrr if my man didnt end up THIS GROSS ?!!!!!!!!! Im gonna commit some crimes

Oh and ! Plus point if his fantasy includes kidnapping you fully cladded in his uniform and ghost mask and fucking u in the forest :] yeah yeah that sounds ab right

[astrwww]

Simon is totally down bad!!! Who doesn't like his broken nose?? I just wanna ride it !! And Ohmygod i literally have a draft where he fucks you in the forest!! 😭😭😭😭 I just need to edit and post 🥀

I'm so glad you loved it 💋💋

[astrwww]

𝜗ৎ Simon being a secretly disgusting perv

cw. mature content

You always considered simon as a reserved man, he never spoke much unless he was on the field, reporting or being sarcastic. Even when you started going out with him, he barely spoke except for when necessary but that didn't really matter because he always made it up in his actions. Hugging you when you needed it, bringing you your favourite drink when you were on your period, listening to juicy gossip you bought back and letting you scream at him when you were stressed but he never took it to heart since he knew it was the frustration talking through you.

You didn't really expect simon to be this gentle and kind with you, he always seemed like a bit of a brute to you considering his huge body but you were proved wrong and one thing you also didn't expect was how... reserved he was even in bed.

You had expected that the man would have some kind of deep kinks like breeding you full, talking dirty to you and yada yada but he was so quiet even in the bedroom. A huge muscle of mass and not a expressive bone in his body but if you were lucky you would hear him grunt when he was deep in you and if he was slightly drunk, which also if you were lucky because this motherfucker has a high tolerance, he would end up sweet talking you while he fucked you stupid in ungodly hours till the sun didn't rise and that was a thing about him, simon never left you unsatisfied... Physically atleast. He would go at it for hours on end but only ever having you on your back, your legs pushed up to your ear as he pounded his cock into you.

But only one question lingered in your mind, "is this man hiding his depraved thoughts? Because no way a man this huge and sexy doesn't have his kinks."

You had come home early than scheduled one day and found him crouched over the laundry basket with a pair of your dirty cotton panties clutched in his hands as he examined them intensely, like they were a threat to his sanity a threat to his sanity. He had a glint in his eyes as his fat thumb rubbed over the middle spot of your panties where some discharge had ruined the old pair. He gathered the sticky, thick liquid-gooey stuff right on his thumb as he stared, mesmerized before putting it into his mouth. That made you gasp quietly as your eyes widened and your brows furrowed but you kept looking, knowing this was a bit disgusting but you really wanted to know what he did next.

Simon's eyes closed as his body visibly relaxed while he savoured the weird taste and unfamiliar consistency of your discharge. He breathed out softly, seemingly enjoying it as if that was some sweet dessert and honestly, to him? Anything that came from you was a dessert. And if you would ever let him, he would probably even be down to try and taste your period blood but that was something he could never tell you, he had a reputation jeez! he was the mature boyfriend in your eyes, the one who wasn't a pervert but just a missionary man with minimal kinks.

But standing there watching him you realised that there were definitely things he did that were very... disgustingly pervy.

You watched as he slowly put the ruined pair of lace over his broken nose, taking a deep breath as he inhaled your scent — your musky, filthy smell — the smell that only your cunt gives off, his cunt really. The occasional pretty patch of hair leading down to the sweet sweet nub that was just so perfectly sensitive and all for him to revel in. the pearl twitched and swelled under just the slightest graze of his rough fingers or just a dull thawp! of his angry red tip smacking right down on the bundle of nerves.

Simon loved every part of you, your sweet mind, your pretty face, those gorgeous tits, the soft thighs, the amazing stomach and everything else but his favourite part on you was definitely your cunt. He had spent hours on end buried between your plush thighs, eating his cunt out messily until you were trembling and crying from the overstimulation. He loved eating you out and having the tip of his nose bump into your clit and when he had you underneath him, sobbing, even his nose on your clit made you spurt out. He also loved spitting on the swollen clit, watching the glob of saliva slush down the curve of your mound, through the soft pussy lips, down to your clenched asshole and finally staining the bed.

He loved watching your sweet cunt glisten with his spit as his thumb rubbed the saliva all over your nub and popped the digit right into your hole to lube it up. "This pussy's covered right in my spit darlin', you like it, hm?"

He loved bullying his tongue in your sweet fluttering hole, letting the thick muscle wriggle mercilessly against your clamped walls as his large hands spread your pussy open all bare to his gaze while he tried to stimulate you through your g-spot. His tongue pressing hard on your spot, the man had unbelievable control over it as he knew just the right techniques to get you close and majority of the time, he would let you cum but the times he didn't? He pulled out his tongue right as he felt your walls pulsing around his tongue, breathing heavily as he pushed in two of his thick fingers.

Those thick meaty fingers that fit just deep enough to torture that goeey spot, curling it up to let you feel his uncut nails graze the warm channel, moving his fingers in such a way that it was as if he was trying to scratch an itch, but ofcourse he made sure that his nails, even uncut, were the cleanest for his love. He sometimes fingered you to the point where you had cum multiple times and could feel the thick veins on his fingers press urgently inside your clammy walls. Whenever simon finger-fucked you for hours on end, his hand never really cramped up or even if it did, he never showed it.

The look on his face always watched your expression carefully, learning new things that made your eyes roll back, teeth clench, moan loudly and squeeze around him, he wanted to make sure you always got the utmost pleasure that you truly deserved. It made him happy knowing that you got off of his scarred old body even though he would never be able to fully comprehend it. But it was times like these when he discreetly could be the disgusting pervert he really was, sniffing your dirty old panties while you were out or in one of your "everything shower".

The soft lace felt so stupidly sexy on his large scarred hand while he clicked a mental image before spreading the fabric over his face, letting it mold to his face while his other hand hurriedly slipped into his sweatpants, his knees hitting the ground as he pushed the elastic down to let his fat cock out, the thick muscle springing free.

His tip was already leaking, the beautiful mushroom shaped head a flushed red colour contrasted with the milky liquid studded on his slit like a pearl. His breath hitched as he thumb swiped off the beautiful jewel of liquid, rubbing it over the red tip to make it glossy before his hand gripped the base of his cock, giving it a rough tug. Simon's hands had already gotten sweaty in the spur of the moment, truth be told, he wanted you to catch him like this — knelt by the laundry basket, sniffing your dirty panties while he jerked himself off.

he didn't really need his spit to help jerk himself off, he was already on the edge from thinking about you and was leaking enough precum to use as lube and just the thought that the fabric on his face was the same thing that clung to your pussy just hours ago, drove him over the edge. But he couldn't let his precious cum go to waste, so simon pulled off the cloth from his mouth, his face already missing the feel of it, and wrapped it around his cock, tugging the base a few more times before he came with a low groan. The fabric tainted with his seed as he immediately examined the soiled panties, the pretty lace ruined with the liquid, his liquid but he didn't really care, it was gonna get washed anyway.

He watched as some of your discharge mixed right up with his cum and he couldn't help but rub both of them together with his thumb like a child doing a experiment with shampoo and conditioner. Simon scooped up the mixed dirt on his thumb, his mouth opening up as he groaned at the sweet and sour taste, "oh fuck"

an. late late valentine day special? Anyways please bear with me guys, I see your really amazing requests and I love them!! I just need to put my imagination into words and it's hard 🥀

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𝜗ৎ Dad's bestfriend Simon Riley

cw. mature content, barely legal age gap (simon in his late 40's and reader in her early 20's), size kink, creampie, possessive simon riley

𝜗ৎ Simon Riley was your dad’s best friend back from the military. He had been in your life ever since you were a kid, back then was just the scary masked man in black who never talked and always had his skull balaclava on, you used to call him by the name given to him, "ghost" but always adding a little sweetness to it, "ghostie"

He used to be a dangerous man back in your childhood because you were definitely a bit scared by him but now he’s dangerous for an entirely different reason, he’s older, broader, has scars and tattoos older than you but that doesn't stop you from being attracted to him. The man never had a gold band on his wedding finger, so that summed it up that he was never married.

The tension between you both started small. Whenever he was at your dad's place (that was basically every day) you wore something short, sexy—eye catching and he always noticed. His eyes lingered a second too long when you wore those tiny high waisted shorts around the house, the way he had a habit of touching the small of your back, lean in too close when he spoke even though it was quite unnecessary. He was quiet, protective and definitely noticed your bold actions.

One similiar weekend, your dad was passed out in the TV room having one too many glasses of bourbon and your mom out with her friends for one of her daily hangouts. You headed downstairs to the kitchen for water wearing an awfully small sleep shirt with just some lace panties underneath—you were fully aware that he would be there too and maybe you wanted to take things further.

And just as you predicted, there he was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a bottle of beer in his large veiny hand, mask pulled up just enough for you to see his pink lips and some blondish-white stubble. His dark eyes fell upon you as you entered the small space, like he was a predator and you were his prey for the day.

He spoke in his usual gruff voice,"Tha' what ya wear 'round the house?" "It's comfortable" His eyebrows raised as he took in your appearance once more, that tiny shirt and thoes flimsy lace panties made him let out a laugh"Ya wear tha' f'me, dovie?"

"I didn't think you'd care... Or notice"

He puts the beer bottle down with a clink as he silently crossed the room before you could even blink—thanks to years of training. He towered over you, his hand gripping your chin, his lips curving into a dark smirk. Ignoring the way that you look up at him, wide-eyes filled with excitement and arousal- all for him,"Oh, I care, swee'heart. been trying t'be good fer yer dad. But ya walk around here like that and expec' me t'behave?"

"Never told you to behave" you mumbled, opening your mouth a little as he slipped his rough thumb between your soft lips,"Didn't think the adorable kid would grow up with such a filthy mouth"

He smirked and before you could react, you were bent over the kitchen counter. One hand gently fisting in your hair as the other lifted up your shirt, exposing your bare body and thoes flimsy panties,"this what you call panties baby? They're goddamn soaked!"

You whimpered at his words as his thick fingers slide between your thighs, teasing your wet dripping cunt. He gathered your arousal on his fingers and pushed them in deep, curling them just right into that special spot of yours. his thumb rub circles over your sensitive nub in tight, cruel circles, He leans over, muttering with his gravel voice,"Drippin' f'me already, so fuckin' tight, too."

His thick fingers expertly drawed you near to your sweet release but before you could cum—he pulled out his fingers, leaving you unsatisfied, whimpering for release. He laughs as he see's your eyes shining with unshedded tears. He easily pulls at his belt, dirty jeans shoved down just enough to free his thick, heavy cock that's already leaking, all for you. He spits into his calloused hand, stroking himself once or twice and then lines it up against your dripping pussy

"Ya ever had a man my size, sweetheart?" You just shake your head, not trusting yourself to use your words as you let out little huffs of breath,"Christ, this sweet cunt 's gonna be ruined b'me"

He moves slowly at first, dragging out every thrust like he's trying to imprint his cock in your right pussy, and that thought drives him more wild. The thought of claiming you, owning you, you—his best mate's young daughter. He kisses your neck from behind, leaving marks of ownership.

He stretches your tight cunt wide, feral groans leave his lips at the way you're wrapped tightly around him. His grip on your hips bruises as he starts to move, thrust so deep you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock in your cunt. He thrusts after thrust, raw and possessive, claiming you as his.

"This pussy's mine now, ya hear me? Say it."

"Y-yours, 's yo- nnGhhh… all yours, Simon!"

At your words a feral growl left his lips as his hips snapped faster against your ass, his fat cock slamming into you with brutal force. He kept his pace punishing yet pleasurable, hitting that gooey spot within your gummy walls repeatedly. He slammed his cock into you with wild abandon, grunting and cursing under his breath at the feel of your wet heat enveloping him.

He finishes deep inside you with a low, filthy groan and when he pulls out, he doesn't let you go. He watches his hot sticky cum drip out of your spent cunt, wrapping his strong inked arms around you. He kisses the shell of your ear, whispering gruffly into it,"Not done yet, luvie. I know ya can take more."

an. I edited this fic because wtf did I write previously?

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𝜗ৎ Simon being a secretly disgusting perv

cw. mature content

You always considered simon as a reserved man, he never spoke much unless he was on the field, reporting or being sarcastic. Even when you started going out with him, he barely spoke except for when necessary but that didn't really matter because he always made it up in his actions. Hugging you when you needed it, bringing you your favourite drink when you were on your period, listening to juicy gossip you bought back and letting you scream at him when you were stressed but he never took it to heart since he knew it was the frustration talking through you.

You didn't really expect simon to be this gentle and kind with you, he always seemed like a bit of a brute to you considering his huge body but you were proved wrong and one thing you also didn't expect was how... reserved he was even in bed.

You had expected that the man would have some kind of deep kinks like breeding you full, talking dirty to you and yada yada but he was so quiet even in the bedroom. A huge muscle of mass and not a expressive bone in his body but if you were lucky you would hear him grunt when he was deep in you and if he was slightly drunk, which also if you were lucky because this motherfucker has a high tolerance, he would end up sweet talking you while he fucked you stupid in ungodly hours till the sun didn't rise and that was a thing about him, simon never left you unsatisfied... Physically atleast. He would go at it for hours on end but only ever having you on your back, your legs pushed up to your ear as he pounded his cock into you.

But only one question lingered in your mind, "is this man hiding his depraved thoughts? Because no way a man this huge and sexy doesn't have his kinks."

You had come home early than scheduled one day and found him crouched over the laundry basket with a pair of your dirty cotton panties clutched in his hands as he examined them intensely, like they were a threat to his sanity a threat to his sanity. He had a glint in his eyes as his fat thumb rubbed over the middle spot of your panties where some discharge had ruined the old pair. He gathered the sticky, thick liquid-gooey stuff right on his thumb as he stared, mesmerized before putting it into his mouth. That made you gasp quietly as your eyes widened and your brows furrowed but you kept looking, knowing this was a bit disgusting but you really wanted to know what he did next.

Simon's eyes closed as his body visibly relaxed while he savoured the weird taste and unfamiliar consistency of your discharge. He breathed out softly, seemingly enjoying it as if that was some sweet dessert and honestly, to him? Anything that came from you was a dessert. And if you would ever let him, he would probably even be down to try and taste your period blood but that was something he could never tell you, he had a reputation jeez! he was the mature boyfriend in your eyes, the one who wasn't a pervert but just a missionary man with minimal kinks.

But standing there watching him you realised that there were definitely things he did that were very... disgustingly pervy.

You watched as he slowly put the ruined pair of lace over his broken nose, taking a deep breath as he inhaled your scent — your musky, filthy smell — the smell that only your cunt gives off, his cunt really. The occasional pretty patch of hair leading down to the sweet sweet nub that was just so perfectly sensitive and all for him to revel in. the pearl twitched and swelled under just the slightest graze of his rough fingers or just a dull thawp! of his angry red tip smacking right down on the bundle of nerves.

Simon loved every part of you, your sweet mind, your pretty face, those gorgeous tits, the soft thighs, the amazing stomach and everything else but his favourite part on you was definitely your cunt. He had spent hours on end buried between your plush thighs, eating his cunt out messily until you were trembling and crying from the overstimulation. He loved eating you out and having the tip of his nose bump into your clit and when he had you underneath him, sobbing, even his nose on your clit made you spurt out. He also loved spitting on the swollen clit, watching the glob of saliva slush down the curve of your mound, through the soft pussy lips, down to your clenched asshole and finally staining the bed.

He loved watching your sweet cunt glisten with his spit as his thumb rubbed the saliva all over your nub and popped the digit right into your hole to lube it up. "This pussy's covered right in my spit darlin', you like it, hm?"

He loved bullying his tongue in your sweet fluttering hole, letting the thick muscle wriggle mercilessly against your clamped walls as his large hands spread your pussy open all bare to his gaze while he tried to stimulate you through your g-spot. His tongue pressing hard on your spot, the man had unbelievable control over it as he knew just the right techniques to get you close and majority of the time, he would let you cum but the times he didn't? He pulled out his tongue right as he felt your walls pulsing around his tongue, breathing heavily as he pushed in two of his thick fingers.

Those thick meaty fingers that fit just deep enough to torture that goeey spot, curling it up to let you feel his uncut nails graze the warm channel, moving his fingers in such a way that it was as if he was trying to scratch an itch, but ofcourse he made sure that his nails, even uncut, were the cleanest for his love. He sometimes fingered you to the point where you had cum multiple times and could feel the thick veins on his fingers press urgently inside your clammy walls. Whenever simon finger-fucked you for hours on end, his hand never really cramped up or even if it did, he never showed it.

The look on his face always watched your expression carefully, learning new things that made your eyes roll back, teeth clench, moan loudly and squeeze around him, he wanted to make sure you always got the utmost pleasure that you truly deserved. It made him happy knowing that you got off of his scarred old body even though he would never be able to fully comprehend it. But it was times like these when he discreetly could be the disgusting pervert he really was, sniffing your dirty old panties while you were out or in one of your "everything shower".

The soft lace felt so stupidly sexy on his large scarred hand while he clicked a mental image before spreading the fabric over his face, letting it mold to his face while his other hand hurriedly slipped into his sweatpants, his knees hitting the ground as he pushed the elastic down to let his fat cock out, the thick muscle springing free.

His tip was already leaking, the beautiful mushroom shaped head a flushed red colour contrasted with the milky liquid studded on his slit like a pearl. His breath hitched as he thumb swiped off the beautiful jewel of liquid, rubbing it over the red tip to make it glossy before his hand gripped the base of his cock, giving it a rough tug. Simon's hands had already gotten sweaty in the spur of the moment, truth be told, he wanted you to catch him like this — knelt by the laundry basket, sniffing your dirty panties while he jerked himself off.

he didn't really need his spit to help jerk himself off, he was already on the edge from thinking about you and was leaking enough precum to use as lube and just the thought that the fabric on his face was the same thing that clung to your pussy just hours ago, drove him over the edge. But he couldn't let his precious cum go to waste, so simon pulled off the cloth from his mouth, his face already missing the feel of it, and wrapped it around his cock, tugging the base a few more times before he came with a low groan. The fabric tainted with his seed as he immediately examined the soiled panties, the pretty lace ruined with the liquid, his liquid but he didn't really care, it was gonna get washed anyway.

He watched as some of your discharge mixed right up with his cum and he couldn't help but rub both of them together with his thumb like a child doing a experiment with shampoo and conditioner. Simon scooped up the mixed dirt on his thumb, his mouth opening up as he groaned at the sweet and sour taste, "oh fuck"

an. late late valentine day special? Anyways please bear with me guys, I see your really amazing requests and I love them!! I just need to put my imagination into words and it's hard 🥀

@masterlist © 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐰𝐰𝐰 '𝟐𝟔

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𝜗ৎ Simon being a secretly disgusting perv

cw. mature content

You always considered simon as a reserved man, he never spoke much unless he was on the field, reporting or being sarcastic. Even when you started going out with him, he barely spoke except for when necessary but that didn't really matter because he always made it up in his actions. Hugging you when you needed it, bringing you your favourite drink when you were on your period, listening to juicy gossip you bought back and letting you scream at him when you were stressed but he never took it to heart since he knew it was the frustration talking through you.

You didn't really expect simon to be this gentle and kind with you, he always seemed like a bit of a brute to you considering his huge body but you were proved wrong and one thing you also didn't expect was how... reserved he was even in bed.

You had expected that the man would have some kind of deep kinks like breeding you full, talking dirty to you and yada yada but he was so quiet even in the bedroom. A huge muscle of mass and not a expressive bone in his body but if you were lucky you would hear him grunt when he was deep in you and if he was slightly drunk, which also if you were lucky because this motherfucker has a high tolerance, he would end up sweet talking you while he fucked you stupid in ungodly hours till the sun didn't rise and that was a thing about him, simon never left you unsatisfied... Physically atleast. He would go at it for hours on end but only ever having you on your back, your legs pushed up to your ear as he pounded his cock into you.

But only one question lingered in your mind, "is this man hiding his depraved thoughts? Because no way a man this huge and sexy doesn't have his kinks."

You had come home early than scheduled one day and found him crouched over the laundry basket with a pair of your dirty cotton panties clutched in his hands as he examined them intensely, like they were a threat to his sanity a threat to his sanity. He had a glint in his eyes as his fat thumb rubbed over the middle spot of your panties where some discharge had ruined the old pair. He gathered the sticky, thick liquid-gooey stuff right on his thumb as he stared, mesmerized before putting it into his mouth. That made you gasp quietly as your eyes widened and your brows furrowed but you kept looking, knowing this was a bit disgusting but you really wanted to know what he did next.

Simon's eyes closed as his body visibly relaxed while he savoured the weird taste and unfamiliar consistency of your discharge. He breathed out softly, seemingly enjoying it as if that was some sweet dessert and honestly, to him? Anything that came from you was a dessert. And if you would ever let him, he would probably even be down to try and taste your period blood but that was something he could never tell you, he had a reputation jeez! he was the mature boyfriend in your eyes, the one who wasn't a pervert but just a missionary man with minimal kinks.

But standing there watching him you realised that there were definitely things he did that were very... disgustingly pervy.

You watched as he slowly put the ruined pair of lace over his broken nose, taking a deep breath as he inhaled your scent — your musky, filthy smell — the smell that only your cunt gives off, his cunt really. The occasional pretty patch of hair leading down to the sweet sweet nub that was just so perfectly sensitive and all for him to revel in. the pearl twitched and swelled under just the slightest graze of his rough fingers or just a dull thawp! of his angry red tip smacking right down on the bundle of nerves.

Simon loved every part of you, your sweet mind, your pretty face, those gorgeous tits, the soft thighs, the amazing stomach and everything else but his favourite part on you was definitely your cunt. He had spent hours on end buried between your plush thighs, eating his cunt out messily until you were trembling and crying from the overstimulation. He loved eating you out and having the tip of his nose bump into your clit and when he had you underneath him, sobbing, even his nose on your clit made you spurt out. He also loved spitting on the swollen clit, watching the glob of saliva slush down the curve of your mound, through the soft pussy lips, down to your clenched asshole and finally staining the bed.

He loved watching your sweet cunt glisten with his spit as his thumb rubbed the saliva all over your nub and popped the digit right into your hole to lube it up. "This pussy's covered right in my spit darlin', you like it, hm?"

He loved bullying his tongue in your sweet fluttering hole, letting the thick muscle wriggle mercilessly against your clamped walls as his large hands spread your pussy open all bare to his gaze while he tried to stimulate you through your g-spot. His tongue pressing hard on your spot, the man had unbelievable control over it as he knew just the right techniques to get you close and majority of the time, he would let you cum but the times he didn't? He pulled out his tongue right as he felt your walls pulsing around his tongue, breathing heavily as he pushed in two of his thick fingers.

Those thick meaty fingers that fit just deep enough to torture that goeey spot, curling it up to let you feel his uncut nails graze the warm channel, moving his fingers in such a way that it was as if he was trying to scratch an itch, but ofcourse he made sure that his nails, even uncut, were the cleanest for his love. He sometimes fingered you to the point where you had cum multiple times and could feel the thick veins on his fingers press urgently inside your clammy walls. Whenever simon finger-fucked you for hours on end, his hand never really cramped up or even if it did, he never showed it.

The look on his face always watched your expression carefully, learning new things that made your eyes roll back, teeth clench, moan loudly and squeeze around him, he wanted to make sure you always got the utmost pleasure that you truly deserved. It made him happy knowing that you got off of his scarred old body even though he would never be able to fully comprehend it. But it was times like these when he discreetly could be the disgusting pervert he really was, sniffing your dirty old panties while you were out or in one of your "everything shower".

The soft lace felt so stupidly sexy on his large scarred hand while he clicked a mental image before spreading the fabric over his face, letting it mold to his face while his other hand hurriedly slipped into his sweatpants, his knees hitting the ground as he pushed the elastic down to let his fat cock out, the thick muscle springing free.

His tip was already leaking, the beautiful mushroom shaped head a flushed red colour contrasted with the milky liquid studded on his slit like a pearl. His breath hitched as he thumb swiped off the beautiful jewel of liquid, rubbing it over the red tip to make it glossy before his hand gripped the base of his cock, giving it a rough tug. Simon's hands had already gotten sweaty in the spur of the moment, truth be told, he wanted you to catch him like this — knelt by the laundry basket, sniffing your dirty panties while he jerked himself off.

he didn't really need his spit to help jerk himself off, he was already on the edge from thinking about you and was leaking enough precum to use as lube and just the thought that the fabric on his face was the same thing that clung to your pussy just hours ago, drove him over the edge. But he couldn't let his precious cum go to waste, so simon pulled off the cloth from his mouth, his face already missing the feel of it, and wrapped it around his cock, tugging the base a few more times before he came with a low groan. The fabric tainted with his seed as he immediately examined the soiled panties, the pretty lace ruined with the liquid, his liquid but he didn't really care, it was gonna get washed anyway.

He watched as some of your discharge mixed right up with his cum and he couldn't help but rub both of them together with his thumb like a child doing a experiment with shampoo and conditioner. Simon scooped up the mixed dirt on his thumb, his mouth opening up as he groaned at the sweet and sour taste, "oh fuck"

an. late late valentine day special? Anyways please bear with me guys, I see your really amazing requests and I love them!! I just need to put my imagination into words and it's hard 🥀

@masterlist © 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐰𝐰𝐰 '𝟐𝟔

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𝜗ৎ appreciating this man's body

cw. mature content

I just know that simon has a beautiful golden bush down there and his missus loves to deepthroat him but he doesn't want her to feel disgusted by his hair so he's always trimming it and keeping it neat and tidy for you because he also thinks that maybe you like clean guys, but you? Oh jesus, you're a little pervert. You need to feel his rough pubic hair tickle your nose as you're gagging on his thick cock, that bush dripping with your saliva and his cum as you play with his heavy balls. you just want to see him as he is, and poor Simon is just so clueless because why are you so obsessed with him?

He doesn't get it, not really. why are you so obsessed with his old body? His body that's faced literally every nightmare known to man — he has bullet wounds that leave ugly scars, crooked hurried stitches from getting stabbed on the battlefield, poorly healed scars and a broken nose from a fight waaay back before the SAS. He just doesn't get it but you? Oh, you're crazy for simon's body and of course for his mind and personality too but... mainly his body!

Simon has a little scar on his neck from the time where someone was about to slit his throat open during his first ever capture. Simon absolutely hates it — everything from that little scar to all of his wounds because it reminds him of how weak and helpless he can be. but you always try to get him to love himself, sucking on the little scar on his veiny neck and leaving behind multiple hickeys that he always adores because it reminds him that you care enough for him to claim him as yours.

His stomach isn't entirely pure abs like a body builder, he has a bit of a strong dad bod and at the beginning of your relationship, he was incredibly insecure and tried to hit the gym more and when you found out about it? You tied simon up and worshipped his big scarred body all night long, whispering soft compliments to him as you kissed and sucked away on every part of his body you could reach because he just looked so insatiable and all of his scars just added to his rugged look.

And even after that you never stopped, it was as if you seemed to have a thing for simon! Everything about him turns you on, it's like you're always ovulating whenever he's around. Those beefy arms that are decorated with meaningful tattoos? God you're pouncing on them, making him finger fuck you despite whatever you're doing or wherever you both are. You've always drooled over his bulging biceps whenever he has you in a chokehold as he pounds into you from behind, his hips drilling into you relentlessly as his fat tip hits your g-spot, making you see stars.

His thighs are another thing that you get off of, like I said, everything about him gets you off. You straddle his thick thighs whenever you have a chance because he just looks so hot doing nothing but sitting and manspreading his legs, his cock bulging through his sweats as his thighs fill them out perfectly. and whenever simon's too tired to give you what you want, you just ride his thighs, grinding messily on his bare skin, your clit bumping into pure muscle as simon watches you getting off, his hands kneading the flesh on your hips as he sports a weak erection but don't worry, as soon as he's recovered the next day?

Oh he's bending you over every surface of the house, fucking you without a break till the floors are a sticky mess with pools of your mixed fluids and you're fucked out of your mind. Babbling nonsense as your arms weekly try to push him away from all the overstimulation he's causing you. You have no idea what time it is, how many times you have cum or squirted even, the only thing you can do is cry and scream as your husband fucks away into you, still not getting why you're so obsessed with him.

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[rapedgfs]

Im gonna rim this Man.

[astrwww]

Invite me too 🖐️😮‍💨