LIFE IS THE FLOWER

for which love is the honey

[casiia]

˗ˏˋ SHOCKING ´ˎ˗

THE STORY OF A WILD GIRL CASSIA!ੈ✩‧₊˚

BEGINNING IN THIS ISSUE!

NEXT DOOR TO LOVE, A TWO-PART TALE OF TEENAGE TORMENT!

CASSIA GIVES RELATIONSHIP ADVICE: MAKE SURE YOU ARE THE CRAZY ONE.

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༉‧₊˚. — CASSIA. TWENTIES. SHE/HER. MINORS DNI.

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·˚ ༘ — shotgunning. simon 'GHOST' riley; smut

— 『 other! 』

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[casiia]

big dick simon who smacks his cock against your stomach, his precum leaking just below your bellybutton. “see that? that’s where m’gonna be.” he’ll chuckle at your flustered expression, your fingernails digging crescents into his bicep.

“y’gonna be good and take it all, right? know you can do it, baby…” he mumbles, sliding his leaking tip between your folds, mixing his pre with your slick.

his tongue swipes at his bottom lips, he’s drooling at the sight of your glistening cunt. tiny hole clenching around nothing. “excited aren’t we?” simon teases, unable to control the way his chest swells with pride. he knows he’s a lucky man, to have such a pretty thing like you underneath him. so obedient and needy, you’d do anything for his cock — anything for him.

“simon…please! need it inside,” you hiccup, swiveling your hips to grind against him, gasping softly when his tip nudges against your clit. you watch with tearful eyes as he moves your legs onto his shoulders, and with a quick kiss to your calf he’s easing into you.

[casiia]

omg are u alive

yes i’m back my stinky

[casiia]

HELLO

HELLO MY GORGEOUS GIRL I MISSED YOU

[casiia]

omg

[casiia]

simon hated dating for the sole reason of small talk. in the nicest way possible, he does not care what your favorite color is or what your childhood pet’s name was. he would rather not beat around the bush, in his opinion it’s a waste of time so he simply doesn’t date.

he decides to give it another try, you were so sweet asking him for his number. stuttering and shifting on the balls of your feet, a pretty blush lighting your features.

but he has to stop himself from rolling his eyes when you ask him what his favorite animal is. instead of walking out like he normally does, he decides to ask his own set of questions — for once.

“i like to draw.”

biting his tongue he has to resist the urge to say “that’s what everyone says,” because most of the time, they are horrible at their hobby.

but after a few dates, and a few hookups, you decide to let him browse your sketchbook. sitting in his lap you nervously fidget with your fingers, watching as he slowly flips through and admires each page. chewing on your lower lip when his eyebrows raise, you almost gasp when he shifts his hips upwards beneath you.

“okay, that’s enough.” you grumble, reaching for the book and trying to snatch it away. simon only smirks and leans back, holding the book to the side out of your reach.

when you told simon you were an artist, he was very surprised to see your intricate drawings of people, landscapes, and human anatomy.

smudged pencil lines of hands groping breast, detailed veins running along various sized and shaped cocks.

he swallows thickly when he turns a page and sees one centered, one that looks too familiar to his own. when you finally snatch the book from his hand with a wild blush, he knows. you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“aw, baby. needed something to look at when you miss me? y’coulda just asked me.”

simon’s grinning up at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, his hands running up and down your thighs.

he doesn’t want to think about the other drawings of dicks you’ve drawn, the men before him. he just needs to make sure that his will be the final one in your precious book.

[casiia]

sia 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 HELLO

are my eyes deceiving me

[casiia]

Just checking that you're alive and well luv 👀🫶

I LIVE! hello silly ppl in my phone

[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; smile for the camera.

warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, very slight exhibition (i think?), v! penetration, choking, size kink, female reader, unedited.

.: masterlist.

simon has STACKS of polaroids of you for when he’s next deployed. you had bought the polaroid camera, all excited to pick up a new hobby; photography. he thought it was stupid, but doesn’t stop you and your aspiring career. you’re taking pictures of everything for the next few weeks. capturing every memory the two of you shared, and piles of pictures were scattered around each room in the house — random ones, blurred ones, blank ones that didn’t develop right.

when you suggest taking pictures for him one night, he doesn’t seem to catch the hint. why’d he have to waste his precious time and take pictures of you when you’re right here?

he still doesn’t understand. he huffs when you climb off of his lap and scurry into your shared bedroom, the soft mutters of the christmas movie you put on for background noise the only thing that catches his attention — and it annoys him. you come back, your shirt hiked up over your bra and the bulky coral-colored camera in hand. 

you sit back onto his lap, shoving the polaroid into his hand and guiding his finger onto the button. he accidentally clicks it, a flash blinding you momentarily and you laugh. 

“eager are we?”

he sucked on his teeth, his eyes rolling at your poor attempt to tease him. his free hand moves to your waist and dips his fingers below the hem of your shorts. you swat his hand away with a pout, mumbling something about patience but he’s too horny to hear – or care. 

simon lowers the camera as you begin to pull your shirt over your head, you whine and tell him to hold it right. but he snaps back and complains that it’s blocking his view. 

it’s your turn to roll your eyes, and you pout and tell him just to listen to you. he begrudgingly listens, muttering a retort under his breath that makes you smack his arm and shift off of his lap. but he’s quick to tug you back, saying he’s sorry and you’re just teasing him too much.

you shake your head, your finger hovering his, over the shutter button. you reach back with the other and undo your bra, letting it slip from your shoulder and into his lap. it’s then when you press down and simon takes a picture, your bare breast developing on the film as it slides out the exit slot. now he understands.

he watches with tight lips, waiting for the picture to develop and practically watching it turn into gold in front of his eyes. simon laughs in disbelief and looks at you, he wonders if this was your plan all along. play with it for a little before using it to make souvenirs for him, what a good girlfriend you were.

the hours blend and he has you bent and folded in every position he knows. it’s so embarrassing, and you find yourself covering your face or squeezing your thighs together, now trying to sheepishly hide from the lens.

but he tuts, reminding you that it was your idea. you can’t hide from him and if you try, he’ll keep you up all night — until he’s filled his album with enough pictures to relive any memory of you in bed.

he’s leaned back onto the sofa, one hand in your hair and one hand holding up the camera. he’s groaning loudly as you gag around his cock, your wide eyes fluttering up to meet his. he’s drooling at the sight, tears staining your blushed cheeks and dripping down your chin.

simon spreads his legs and angles the camera down to catch a glimpse of the way you have a hand wrapped around the base of his cock — too big for you to fit it all in your mouth. he snaps a picture, the flash making little dots cloud your vision.

you giggle, pulling your lips off of him to which he annoyingly grunts, trying to push back into your mouth.

“how many more of these are y’gonna take?”

you ask, pressing your cheek into the inside of his thigh. you’re not even looking at him anymore, so focused on his cock and the way your saliva makes his foreskin glisten.

he can’t resist, simon takes another picture and pulls the developing film from the dispenser, tossing it into the pile with the other pictures he’s taken. your face just looks so small aligned with his cock, the angle making him so much larger than he was.

“m’takin as many as i want. what am i gonna do when i miss you when i’m away and need to release some stress?”

simon tugs at your hair, nodding over to the cushions next to him. his hands immediately find your waist when you stand and he pushes you down into the couch. your hair sprawling over the pillows as you look up at him with wide eyes.

another giggle escapes you, your hand covers your mouth to suppress the laughter. it wasn’t that you were surprised about him being so needy, it’s the way he had a mountain of pictures lazily tossed into a pile. film wrappers crumpled lazily and strewn across the coffee table, the packages once holding refills for the film.

“what’s funny, bun?”

simon’s voice is hoarse, he’s spreading your legs and another picture is added to his collection. the way your cunt is glistening with the flash, your juices smeared on your inner thighs. he swears he’s going to cherish these forever, keep them around til’ they are all tattered and barely visible.

your breath is knocked from your lungs, and you can’t form words no matter how hard you try. he’s sliding his cock in between your folds, nudging your clit with his angry red tip. you whine, your hips bucking up to meet his, needing more friction to ease your arousal; and he takes another picture, how he wishes these images could capture sounds.

he’s pressing his fat, heavy cock against your stomach, a groan spilling from his lips when his tip is leaking just below your belly button. simon smears his precum against your skin, translucent globs dribbling from his slit.

“look at that, gonna be in your fuckin’ stomach.”

simon grins at the sight, but before he gives you the pleasure of filling you up, he’s leaning over you and pressing his lips to your neck. your fingernails dig into his shoulders, crescents forming under your touch, and a slew of apologies is mumbled under your shaky breath.

he hums into the crook of your neck, nipping harshly at your skin before dragging his rough tongue over the spot — soothing the bite. simon trails down to your breast, leaving a path of love bites and covering you in his mark.

while he has you distracted, he shifts his hips and pushes himself into you slowly sinking in inch by inch before he’s balls deep. he leans back and he groans at the sight, you are completely exposed for him with his bitemarks sloppily etched into your skin, a bulge forming in your belly. he slides his calloused hand up in between the valley of your breast and he wraps his hand around your neck, he squeezes lightly, and when you moan quietly as if flustered like it’s the first time he has you filled with his cock —  he snaps another picture. afraid that this moment will vanish.

that was the last of the film that he has. but god, it’s worth it. he promises he’ll buy you more in the morning, but he’s dropped the camera and holding you close. his throbbing cock plunging in and out of your squelching cunt, your juices painting his abdomen, shining his muscles under the dim light.

when he has to leave, he gathers EVERY SINGLE ONE and hides it in between the pages of an old magazine. no one would be caught dead snooping through his things, but it was a precaution he took because he didn’t want you exposed for all of his teammates to see. you were his, and he was never one of share.

AN: guys...i don't even have words tbh. just simon and like he WOULD take so many pics i'm just sooo :((( urgh. i hate him. if i missed any warnings lmk!

[casiia]

this is awkward i forgot how to write

[casiia]

Welcome back!!!!

We miss you <333

THANK YOU BABY! missed u guy so much super excited to write again

[casiia]

hi baby ! where are u ? i miss u :c

ANI BABY !!! hi i’m back i missed you sosososoo much :D

[casiia]

hi sia!! how have u been my luv?? i hope u are doing beautiful!! wishing u the kindest days ever sweetheart <333 miss u sm and take care mwahh!!

MY SWEETEST SUNNIE :( thank you bb i have missed u too! i hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself <3

[casiia]

hi

[casiia]

taking simon— your friend with bennefits / sugar daddy, to victoria secret is always a funny treat. he doesn’t know if he should be embarrassed or proud. doesn’t know if he should act like a stranger or your boyfriend.

he’ll stuff EVERYTHING into the basket, lace undies, stringy lingerie, sexy see through dresses. anything that he can picture you in, he’ll buy the whole store if you ask.

if he catches you looking at something he’ll grab it and put it in with the rest behind your back, if there’s a changing room he’ll send you in there and make you model everything before you decide to check out. if he likes something a lot he’ll get it in a bunch of different colors, because he knows that he’ll be stealing a bunch of them.

he especially loves to get lace items, the thought of your nipples peaking out, everything just almost visible. the lace panties that he’ll take to jerk off with later, his cum shooting through the material and onto his hands.

whenever you ask him to go to the mall or just come shopping with you for company or to hold your bags, if there is a victoria secret or a lingerie shop, he’ll make sure to stop by.

[casiia]

do you still write for avatar? your writing is the best 😭❤️

i am open to it! i haven’t completely left the fandom but all of my writing comes from motivation and i am currently hyper fixated with cod :D

[casiia]

OMG breaks are necessary don’t be sorry!! And I’m good, thank you <3 can’t believe you missed me 😭 I feel so special <333

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you are special !! my silly ballet slipper