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19:p minors DNI cherry obsessed~

[cherryredteardrops]

intro post~

18 🎀 MDNI!

Call me Red

There’s no specific goal or theme for my blog besides having fun and me spewing my random thoughts ~

Sexual stuff will be mentioned/reblogged⚠️

This is my first time on tumblr so please cut me some slack, i’m not a professional yet💔

Let’s be moots! 18 and up only plz

I will occasionally write short stories (or maybe longer stuff) If you have any requests do not hesitate to share them with me!

The labubu song is my theme song

[fuzzyautumninmetal]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a simple, plain man. Meaning he hates spending money on himself unless it's absolutely necessary, this man has thousands in the bank because he just doesn't spend it.

That's why Simon loves high maintenance women, specifically you. He loves that you get your hair done every month, loves that you get your nails done, eyelashes, facials, pedicures. God he absolutely loves providing for his woman.

The only problem is that you're not used to spending other people's money. You work, and you work hard for your money.

"Bye Si. I'll see you later," you shouted as you put your shoes on, just about to head out the door.

"Where you going love?"

That made you stop and slowly turn to face Simon. "I've got my nail appointment today." You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was. You had wrote it on the calendar.

"Hm and who's paying?"

"Um... Me?"

"Guess again," Simon was already in front of you, placing his bank card between your cleavage.

"Simon."

"Don't 'Simon' me," he mumbled as he kissed your forehead. "You know the rules. You look pretty and I pay for it." And you couldn't argue because Simon smacked your arse before pushing you out the door and locking it.

Oh, and don't bother trying to pay. Simon already took your credit card.

[shoelace4-48]

i have wasted so much time becoming nothing

[succubusvalentine]

Just disgusting Simon Riley.

No, as in he is way too obsessed with your cunt.

He'll have you sit on his lap naked, just so you'll get his jeans dirty. Something about it really makes his cock throb.

Or, he'll fuck you on his fingers while wearing his favourite pair of gloves before a mission, just so he has something to lick and smell when he gets lonely—and you do get a helluva fucking when your scent wears off his gloves sooner than usual. As if you can control that.

After one too many punishments for that though, you pushed him down and sat on his face while he wore his balaclava. Practically waterboarding the bloke with your arousal. Simon always loved when you were just as perverted as he was.

The thing that turns you on disgusts you the most? You'll be bent over in your kitchen, garden, laundry; and Simon'll come up behind you, shove his fingers in you before pulling them out before you can properly register what he's doing, walking off and sucking his fingers with a pleased hum.

You've scolded him for it countless times, yet the pervert doesn't care. Smiling at you in a way that from any other man? It would make your stomach twist in disgust. But from Simon? You can't get enough.

And yes, he is in fact the type of guy to pull your asscheeks apart so he can lick his thumb and press it against the spasming ring of muscle,

"If she keeps winking at me like this, I'll have to fuck her too." Growled in your ear while you whine in disgust, as if you don't have a pretty little collection of plugs in the back of your dresser already.

You and Simon just loved pretending like you were being corrupted by him.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

Buy my cat a treat? (•˕ •マ.ᐟ

Might change my divider, and way of colouring text. I dunno guys. Anyway hiiiii lol please don't sound me for not posting until now. Can women be sounded? God I hope not.

[pocketdogs]

a customer returned a drink because a fly flew into it and said: “one of your flies flew into my drink” and my coworker was so confused that they just said: “…my fly?”

[rafesteddy]

[heymamona]

please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you.

[cherryredteardrops]

PLEASE DO i’m so nonjudgy

[yakoncewas]

i need to imagine some scenarios

[treecitysessions]

[doctor-doodleman]

I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should-

[dvg-tvgs]

I missed all the work drama but it's given me an idea.

simon who's wife is a perfectly ordinary civilian. and by perfectly ordinary, sinon means perfect. he loves you more than anything.

you're his everything, his secret. he doesn't want anyone on base knowing about you. he doesn't burden you with the horrors he's witnessed.

but you give him all your work drama. he knows too much about susan and damien and their love lives.

"rebecca is pregnant," you told him over dinner one night. your dinner table was big enough for six people, but you and Simon practically ate from the same placemat.

simon raised his eyebrows. no mask, that was a rule whenever it was the two of you in the house. he could be ghost out there, but the moment you two were alone, he had to be simon.

"rebecca who is in her 40's and already has six kids?"

you nodded your head. "the dad wants nothing to do with her. she keeps pretending she's not pregnant but we all know."

simon sat back, his plate empty. it had been a dinner you worked on together, something therapeutic so that he could decompress from the day. you took such good care of him.

"and susan and damien broke up," you said.

simons eyes went wide. it had been months of hearing how obsessed they were with each other, how uncomfortable they made everybody in the break room. and they'd broken up. he couldn't believe his ears.

"you're jokin'," he said and you shook your head.

"she broke up with him. I'm gonna get more information tomorrow."

simon pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. he couldn't tell you about his work, but hearing about yours made him feel semi normal.

[rcwhore]

The disappointed look def makes me wet

[userfish]

i hate when something violent happens to a right wing politician and every left leaning pundit and politician gets on their soap box about how "violence isn't the answer" as if the right wing ideology doesn't inherently encourage violence.

[cherryredteardrops]

i can’t 😭😭 he is SO cute

[shotmrmiller]

Your words dissolve into broken little noises, nothing but hot little broken noises against Simon's palm as he fucks your pussy open from the back. His hand is so big it covers half your face, his thumb digging into your cheek as you try to get the words out.

You try— you try— to mumble that you're not like this, that you don't make it a habit to let men follow you home from bars, don't let them fuck just because they pulled a drunk off your arm, but it only comes out wet and incoherent, smeared into the calluses on his palm.

Simon's watching your sweet pussy fuck right open, eyes sharp even through the mess of sweat on his brow, fixed on the way you stretch and drag around his cock, clinging to him every time he pulls out just to drive back in harder, deeper.

It's then that he hears the muffled garble, feels your jaw working against his hand and leans close, his breath fanning hot over the crown of your head. "Whas'at, sweet'eart? Tryn' to tell me somethin'?"

But he doesn't let you speak, not after feeling the first flutter of your pussy, the warning tremor that tells him you're close. Whatever he keeps forcing back down your throat can wait— That's it, right there, let it fuckin' take ya— and you can feel teeth scraping your skin as he presses down, caging you in.

It's only after your orgasm rips through you like wildfire, clutching his cock so fucking sweet, until you've come twice? thrice? that he peels his hand away, leaving your mouth damp with spit where you gasped into his palm, and grips your jaw, forcing your head back towards his chest. "Atta doll. Took me right through it. Go on, now. Say what you were tryin' so hard to get out."

"Mmm—I'm not— I don't— don't usually do this. I'm—"

Simon rolls his hips, and a half-sob half-plea tears from your throat. "No?" His voice is rough, thick with condescension, the rumble vibrating through his chest and into your spine. "'s that why you're trippin' over your pretty little shoes to fuck back on it?"

He can feel the way you’re tightening, see the glossy slick dampening the hair at the base of his cock and running down his thighs. Simon drags you tighter against him, making sure you feel every single inch of him even as your words splutter and break.

"Tell yourself whatever helps you sleep at night."

[cherryredteardrops]

omg.

[cherryredteardrops]

turned 19 today, cray cray

[freaksteur]

Hello hello hello!! Absolutely DIABOLICAL brain worms today. uhhh yeah…. GN!Reader with Simon.

(nsfw)

Simon liked to carry his gun on him at all times.

When people would ask him why? ‘For safety,’ he’d be quick to respond, as if that’s all he was using it for…

Sure, it was for safety, but when his pretty little dove looked so sweet? It couldn’t just be for that.

Simon was the type of man to have his hand on the back of your neck when you two were rough-fucking. Holding your face down into the pillow below, watching you slobber over it — as he pounded you from behind, your hips arched to meet his thrusts.

He loved doggy style.

He loved it because his cock would drill you perfectly on the spot deep inside you that made you scream. But also because you couldn’t see his hands before they moved.

He carried his gun around with him to protect you.

But also to pick up when you’re oh-so-close to cumming — loading it, making sure you hear the click — and pressing it to the back of your head.

‘Good sluts will wait to cum,’ He’d mutter. It wasn’t just a phrase to get you riled up — he meant every word.

He pressed it tighter. ‘You will wait. Cum before my word, and I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out.’

… Hell, if that didn’t make you melt.

Your moans only got more lewd. More hoarse — begging, sobbing for him to let you cum — feeling his thick cock drill you full. It made your stomach feel way too hot. That familiar knot building in your gut.

He’d pull out before you got a chance to cum. His rough, calloused palm painfully slapping your sopping, gaping and abused hole.

He’d pause, hearing you whine, a shiver wracking through you.

Then, he’d drag the cold head of the gun down from your neck, tracing your spine. It made you convulse — but he held you still.

The metal, still frozen to the touch, heavy in his hands — tapping against your entrance.

The next thing you know — he’s filling you again, with the gun.

‘Cunt up, slut,’ was all he said — but it still made you see stars.

The sopping walls welcomed the gun — your toes curling behind you, jaw dropping slack — as he buries the gun to the trigger. All the cold, heavy metal pressing against all your hot, gushy walls. You tried to hold the whines and whimpers tumbling from your lips like a prayer.

He fucked you rough.

Probably ruining his favourite gun… but he could always go and get a new one, of course.

He’d never put a gun in his mouth for as long as you were beside him — but the moment you came, gushing out all your sweet, sweet juices, he put the barrel in his mouth and lapped it clean.

Filthy bastard.

… 🤗

[cherryredteardrops]

this made my knees weak. so freaky i love it