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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.

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Okay but what about telling Soap that you’re ’stronger than him’ just so he can manhandle you. You know what you’re doing. Egging him on just so he can overpower you. “I dunno..I just feel like I’m stronger than you. I think it’s obvious..” You say, trying to hide your smirk. He raises an eyebrow, glancing at you as he tilts his head to the side. “Er-..last time I checked ye couldnae even do a wee five push-ups hen. Now yer claiming tha’ yer stronger than me? A lil ridiculous aye?” He let out a little incredulous laugh. “No no, I’m definitely stronger than you, see, look at my muscles. My biceps are wayyyy larger than yours..” You added, watching his face twist up in a look of slight amusement and skepticism. “Nae, lass ye wish ye had biceps like mine. Biceps ‘re basically bigger than yer head. I could pop yer head off if I squeezed ye between them.” He scoffed as he flexed his muscles, the tight compression shirt he wore hugged his body so nicely. You were basically eye fucking him while he tried to figure out why the hell you were discrediting and underestimating his strength and physique. You took it a step further. “I bet you can’t even pick me up..or win a wrestling match with me.” You sigh like you’re uninterested. His face twists up even more. “I betcha I can! C’mere.” He picked you up right off the couch, holding you like a trophy, basically bench pressing you. “See hen??? Yer light as a feather. Ah could bench press four of ye without breakin’ a sweat ye ken??” He says, genuinely trying to show you that he is stronger than you. He even flips you over, pressing you into the couch, putting you in a headlock which makes you let out a moan. He loosens his hold, eyebrows raising as he looks down. That’s when he understands what you’re doing. When it clicks for him, he smirks. Tightening his hold again before he lays on top of you, grinding himself into your ass. “Ah. I see what yer doin’ now hen. If ye wanted me ta manhandle ye, shoulda jus’ said that lass..” You’re not registering anything he’s saying, like at all. All you know is that you have a big man on top of you, thick bicep and forearm around your neck while he’s rutting into you. He’s so into this, something about having his girl under him and pressing his entire weight onto her body really gets him going. You’re trying to push back into his crotch, he’s groaning and you’re a moaning mess. When he finally lets up he’s picking you up and folding you in half, you’re not even able to testify against his before he’s shoving your shorts off and they’re halfway across the room. His face immediately between your thighs as strong hands hold them up and push your knees back into your chest. It’s safe to say he definitely shows you how strong he is that night 💝.

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Simon Riley who’s only ever been in love once in his life but he can no longer remember her face or voice anymore :(. It was back when he was a teenager. Early 2005 to late 2007. It was such a long time ago and so much has happened in the span of 18 years, so many memories repressed yet so many that remain engraved in his head no matter how many times he’s tried to push them back. He still thinks about her, or the idea of her. He knows she exists because he still has the ring she exchanged with him. Along with old tattered notes she used to slip into his backpack. The ink is smudged and faded, no longer visible, the paper is crumpled and torn. She wrote in cursive, and he was never good at reading cursive so he couldn’t even attempt to make out what it said even if he tried. Every-time he tries to conjure up a memory it’s blurred and eerie. Her voice is a thousand different voices but no voice at all, her face isn’t a face, it’s a concept of a face. It’s like if a blind person tried to describe what a their face was like. They broke up because he enlisted, he never heard from her again. He misses her so much, but he can’t help but feel crazy. He knows she existed, he remembers how he felt about her. Yet there’s no physical evidence of her and he’s so tattered that he can’t even remember who she is. He doesn’t have the heart to go to his childhood home, he’s sure there’s a picture in there somewhere of them but going home is a whole different box of demons that he doesn’t want to open up. He’s not sure if he’s religious or not, but on rare nights, alone in his flat, he prays for her to be sent back to him. To have a sign that she’s somewhere out there. A prayer that won’t be answered because he’s not allowed to have anything good in his life. And he knows that. So he just wallows in his misery. Thinking of what if’s and what could have been’s. Wondering if he’ll ever get to see the love of his life again.

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Hi 😜!! More Autistic!Simon for my enthusiasts 😭🫶🏽

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

Autistic!Simon whose been spending the last couple of nights staying up and looking for the perfect ring. It has to be perfect. An engagement and wedding ring that embodies you to the T. Your past conversations had made it clear that you didn’t care about the rings, it was about the fact that you two were getting married, but he cared. He’s too particular to NOT care. He even goes inside of jewelry stores to pick out rings despite his immense distaste for going out in public. But see, some rings are too big and it annoys him how they slip off his fingers, some are too small and hug his finger in a weird way that makes him immensely uncomfortable. It’s not until he comes across two beautiful diamond rings, one is 1.0 carats and the other is 1.5 carats and sculpted beautifully. It reminds him of you so much. Only downside is that he isn’t a fan of the mens matching ring, he’s not a ring guy anyways and if he were to wear one he wants a simple silver band. But this one was encrusted with diamonds, and the band was too rough for his liking, it made his face twist up. But the ring for you was perfect, and it was bundled so he couldn’t even switch it out. He sighed as he glanced between both rings, his face scowling even more before he sighed. It was just a texture thing, he doesn’t understand why it makes him feel so uncomfortable but it just does. He supposes it’s the same reason he prefers 100% cotton shirts with the back tag cut out instead of a cotton poly blend. (Trust he can definitely tell the difference.) He doesn’t prefer jeans either but he’s grown used to wearing them and he can ignore the discomfort for the most part. “It’s jus’ a ring. Don’ be a wuss.” He tells himself. So he buys the rings, sighing and frowning all the way home, one hand on the steering wheel as he fiddles with his pocket knife over and over. Now he’s got to plan the perfect engagement too.

(This one was very short and anticlimactic but I plan on making at least 4 more blurbs for this sweet lil guy! :3)

Taggies: @sharpaysbestfriend @sordayciega @xmonsterxenergyx

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Okay but we all know that Soap and Gaz refer to your pussy with her own pronouns. Like i KNOW when they’re balls deep they’re always talking to it. “Shiiitt bon, she’s so hungry, suckin’ me up jus’ right aye? Hungry girl, don’ worry, ‘m gonna fill ye up jussssss’ right. Promise sweet girl.” Or a “Look at tha’ yeah? Greedy girl is takin’ me like a champ. A right greedy pussy aren’t ya? Yeah, see how she clenched ‘round me baby? She likes when I talk to ‘er.” They’re broth insufferable with it, you stopped telling them to knock it off because every time you did they’d just bury themselves deeper and claim that ‘She liked it’ because you clenched around them. <3

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Intro Post 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

Name: Milly, Millz ₊˚🎱✩ ₊˚🐆⊹♡

Age: 18 ―୨୧⋆ ˚

Prns: She/Them

About me: I’m a black writer! I’ve been writing for a little bit, still new to everything but I really enjoy it! I do community theater and really love musicals. I also like drawing and shopping and I typically spend my days working on school activities or sleeping ˙𐃷˙! I love talking to people so don’t be shy to drop a greeting in my ask box!

Interests/Fandoms: Cod, Arcane, ITSV/ATSV, JJK, Haikyuu, Saiki K, Deadpool, X-men, OHSC.

Housekeeping:

I write suggestive and NSFW, so please 18+! MDNI! If you do decide to interact as a minor and I find out you will be blocked! If you decide to read that’s on you and after this warning I am not responsible for what you decide to consume. If you don’t like it don’t read it. Blocking helps too.

Asks and suggests are always open.

Usually when I’m writing a fic or blurb it’s a fem/afab!reader.

Please be kind! No one likes bigots, racists, homophobes etc! DNI if you’re just wanting to be hateful.

Will write: FemxFem/Wlw, NSFW, panty sniffing/play, power dynamics, ddlg, degradation, praise, cnc, dub-con, non-con, stalking, etc.

Won’t write: Scat, piss, heavy angst, necrophilia, cannibalism, race play.

Please remember, we’re just here to have fun and read! Don’t take anything personally :)!