#millyspeaks

[epicmilly]

he eepy sleepy <3

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Pt. 2 Pt 3

Okay but what about autistic!Simon Riley bagging a beautiful bombshell of a woman just by simply being weird and abnormal about his interests?? He meets this pretty bird at a pub. You’re sexy in an effortless way, looking him up and down and giving him pretty smiles. He’s a bit aloof, but he also thinks you’re pretty. So when you approach him the first thing that spills out of his mouth is “I have a lot o’ guns inside my house.” It takes you by surprise. You just smile and nod, a little freaked out by it and he takes that as the chance to continue. Even pulls out a knife. “This one ‘ere is Riley. Real special t’me, gets the job done. Quick ‘n easy. Y’wanna hold ‘er?” He sticks a large hand out, offering you his knife. You hold it, letting the weight of it rest in your hands, you give him an awkward smile. He gives you a slight grin, thinking he’s really got you in the bag. So he pulls out his phone, showing you pictures of guns. One in particular being a picture of a L115A3. “‘S a damn good sniper. Ever seen someone get hit bullseye in the head with its bullet? No’ a pretty sight I’ll tell you that much, but she’s a right beaut. Silent and efficient.” He rambles about how he knows to use it and how he can easily take it apart and put it back together again. You have to admit, it’s hot. Watching him rattle on and on about a plethora of guns shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. So you just smile and nod, actually listening to him and boy does that excite him. He ends up taking you to his flat, holding up and showing you every gun while you throat him and listen <3.

[sillycamilly]

every time ryland calls rocky "buddy" i giggle and squeal and kick my feet THEY'RE SO CUTE!!!! oguhghgh MY HEARTTT <333

[epicmilly]

wait these are so fun and easy to make??

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Pt 1 Pt 3

What about more Autistic!Simon Riley who moved said bird into his flat. Took you hunting and showed you how to use and not use guns. Even gifted you your very own knives, one you could keep in your nightstand and the other you keep in your purse. He’s just so happy he has someone to share his interests with. You don’t bother him when more guns show up, you just watch him as he gets a feel for them. You even helps him organize the set up of them along with his knives. Rearranging them by color, weight, shape, and style (His preference) in a case you bought him. He’s really been into brass knuckles lately, you have no clue why but he says: ‘I’ dunno. Brass knuckles jus’ speak t’me. Look at ‘em. D’you think they have like a…brass knuckle and knife hybrid..?” Turns out they do, because he’s spent all night looking that up. The next week there are like two packages at the door and he sees them on the table while you’re drinking your morning smoothie. While he opens them he’s rambling about what he’s found about them. “Lovie, Did’ya know these things were invented durin’ the first World War? I mean not really, but they were like early prototypes of ‘em. Oh yeah, they’re called trench knives by the way. Made for close combat clearly, this one is a replica of one from 1918. D’ya think I can find a real one? Probably can..” He rambled to you. He was so in his element, so happy to tell you all the facts he learned, showing you the replica and comparing it to what a real one would look like. You smiled and listened to your boyfriend, even letting him show you a YouTube video he found on them. He’d already watched it a billion times, over analyzing the entire thing. Don’t let him find a real trench knife, he’s talking about it all. day. long. You’re brushing your teeth? Trench knife from 1918. Making breakfast? Trench knife from 1918. You have to go in for work? Oh yeah, the trench knife from 1918. “Si’ please tell me what you want for dinner while I’m at the store.” “Okay Lovie, but what about the trench knife?” He’s deep in your guts, bent you over, giving you the fucking of a lifetime. His body draped over your back as he grips your hair? Guess what, the fucking trench knife from 1918. And while he’s rambling about it between every grunt, he’s thrusting into you while holding said trench knife in front of your face.

[epicmilly]

ryland grace is just the definition of "the horrors are never ending yet i remain silly"

[epicmilly]

me checking out a new moots blog

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Soap is a pervert this. No, Soap is a hopeless romantic that. Well what if he’s both. Utterly and completely in love with his woman, so in love that he can’t help BUT be perverted when it comes to her. Yes he comes home with flowers, but while you’re bending over to smell them he’s humping your ass, getting off to you absolutely loving the flowers. He takes you to your favorite restaurant on your anniversary, the atmosphere all romantic and intimate. He’s staring at you like you placed the very stars in the sky, his voice a little shaky as he rattles on about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you. Your eyes are dewy from his little speech and he can’t help but chub up a bit because he loves how you look when you cry. He drops to his knees as he’s done plenty of times before, taking your hands as he looks at you. There’s a ring in his pocket and a pair of your worn panties in the other.

A/N: abrupt ending I literally just had to get this out my head 😭