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Simon Riley p!links

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olderbf!simon helping you perfect your arch (a/n: i’m sorry but the guy in this is EXTREMELY attractive… i need a bf with those muscles pls)

simon using you as his own pretty fucktoy

getting bred by stepdad!simon

teasing simon by grinding on his cock

stepdad!simon fingering you to an orgasm (a/n: i am most DEFINITELY writing about this because it is so hot)

tummy bulge and size kink with simon

fucking yourself into simon’s cock after he had a long day at work

late night cowgirl fuck with simon

husband!simon and you love early morning caressing

simon mercilessly pounding your cunt in the shower

getting your pussy devoured by olderbf!simon

bondagekink!simon showing off his pretty bird in a video to the rest of the task force

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thoughts on stepdad!simon taking his stepdaughter's virginity..?

warnings: porn with no plot, very VERY taboo (so don't read if ur not into it!!!), use of 'daddy' once in relation to simon, unprotected piv sex, dubious consent, age gap, very dom!simon, huge size kink, possible corruption kink if u read into it. this is so icky im sorry.

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The first thrust knocked the breath from your lungs entirely, stretching you open and forcing to take all of him - slow and unrelenting as he pushed you further into the sheets on his bed. It was so wrong. All you could think about was how wrong it was. But your body was unable to escape his grasp and once the first jolts of pain had subsided, it was surprisingly pleasant.

Your stepfather, Simon Riley, taking your virginity.

You would have never thought in a million years that you'd be in this situation, so pliant and needy underneath him as he fucked you senseless. It was embarrassing, just thinking about how soaked you were for him; the constant sounds of your wetness were amplified by his thrusts. You were at his complete mercy, and you liked it.

You'd always dreamt about an older guy with experience deflowering you, but not him. Not Simon. Sure, he was good looking. Fucking handsome, in actual fact. And the more you thought, the more it turned you on that his cock was pounding you hard right now. It felt so taboo. You seemed to figure pretty fast that it was the pure idea of it being unaccepted that was fuelling your desires onwards.

You were on your stomach with your ass up as he fucked you, first slowly so as to get you used to his unbelievable size. Although he wasn't a patient man for long, and against your quiet pleas and muffled whines that he was 'too big', he began to fasten his pace.

"Just be good for me baby. You're such a sweet girl, you need to be fucked well, alright?" his voice was soft, a polar opposite to his thrusts which were now forcing you to gasp every time he plunged back into you.

"Daddy..! S'too much!" you moaned as his tip prodded your cervix, your back arching as much as possible to try and cushion his movements.

"You can take it, angel. Pretty pussy's so tight. Practically suckin' me in," he kept praising you, which only made you moan louder as you took him like an obedient little girl. He held your arm behind your back, pushing you down even more whilst he pounded your cunt harder. He thoroughly enjoyed how small you were, so easy to control and hold down for a good fuck. The sight alone of his cock splitting you open could have made him cum right there on the spot. The thought of corrupting his precious baby only spurred him on further.

Simon's assertiveness mixed with the comfort of his praise encompassed you fully, beginning to untie the knot that had been wound up in your lower tummy the moment he started touching you. You were a complete mess, leaking all over his cock.

He knew you'd come soon - he felt your core clenching around his cock ever so tightly.

Being your very first time and having taken him so well, Simon felt nice enough to reach his hand down towards your clit, rubbing little circles and hoping to make you feel good. Your back was impossibly arched, with your eyes rolling back as you felt a tidal wave of relief flow from you, drenching both Simon and his bed in your utter satisfaction. He continuously kept rubbing your pearl, helping you down from your climax as he finally reached his, letting go of a load in you as you lay there under him.

He pulled out of your sopping cunt momentarily - only to regain his composure. And it wasn't long before he was fucking himself back into you at an agonisingly slow pace, telling you how well you did, in that genuine voice of his which made you melt almost instantaneously.

You were by far his most favourite little secret.

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his sweetheart cake | john price

warnings: smut!! but it's kinda unfinished tbh, younger reader x price but it's not really noticeable at all, maybe it as just intended to be like that, language, i've been obsessed with f!receiving oral and simon recently so i've tried to switch it up a bit and give old man john some love, enjoy! This is NOT proofread.

The sickeningly sugary scent of cake wafted through the air as you slid the last sweetheart cake onto the cooling rack, the golden-brown crust perfect with a light dusting of delicate powdered sugar. You'd spent all afternoon baking, hoping to surprise John after his long day at work. When he finally came into the kitchen, freshly showered and looking somehow better than ever, you couldn't help but smile at the sight, tired eyes gazing over the tray of treats you'd put so much love into making for him.

"You've made this all for me, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and still carrying the day of work through it.

"Of course," you slipped him a quick kiss on his cheek, "Figured you deserve something sweet after all the time and effort you put in."

You took one of the cakes gently and lifted it toward his mouth, feeding it to him. He took a decent sized bite, and let out a small mumble of appreciation before pulling you in by your waist and kissing you. You tasted the sugar on his lips, the sweetness of that moment infecting you like a fever you never wanted to break.

"S'delightful baby. Like always. You sure I'm the one who deserves a treat?" he said playfully, with an amused smile to tease you.

"I'm definitely sure. You treat me too well." you said, and truthfully, you were right. Particularly in the bedroom area, John would never dream of leaving you unsatisfied. He would go to the greatest lengths for you, even to the point where he was eating you out for hours just to make you cum more than once. It was never about him, only you.

"Could nev'a treat you too well, pretty angel" he argued, squeezing your hip a little.

"You do! I feel bad. Wanna make it up to you."

A low chuckle rumbled from him, and he pulled you closer.

"You don't have to do that, love. Seeing you happy is enough for me."

You were relentless with it though, and that said a lot when you both went to bed later in the evening.

You decided to treat him a little, making sure to wear his favourite lingerie of yours - pure white with intricate lacing around the hems. And God did he love every second of seeing you in that, his precious cherub. You were being so good for him, after he'd had such a gruelling day at work.

As he laid against the backboard of the bed, you straddled his thighs, hands on his chest whilst dragging your hips back n'forth his boxer clad crotch. Your pretty little whimpers and whines of wants and desires sent him to heaven, causing him to close his eyes and squeeze your hips a little tighter as he guided you on top of him.

"Tha's perfect, baby." he managed, getting worked up by your sultry movements.

"Wan' you!" you whined and pawed at his chest a couple times, hands fumbling to take off your tiny lace panties. Laughing slightly, he helped you out of them, feeling how soaked you were for him, before taking off his own boxers and realising that he was painfully hard. More than usual.

His cock was big, springing up to his stomach, blush pink tip leaking messily in pre-cum. You ran your hand up and down his length a few times, even going to the lengths to move back so you could suck him for a bit. He didn’t push you too hard, just holding your hair back whilst you tasted him, licking long stripes down his shaft and sucking on the head of his cock. But you didn't for long, so eager to get him in you. He could sense how needy you were, helping you back onto his lap and lining himself up with your slit, before you sank down on him almost entirely in one go. This did it for John, as he let out a hiss of pure pleasure; his head was now fully leant back whilst you moaned softly against his chest, cockdrunk after a few mere seconds. You moved slowly at first, and then fastened your pace, grasping for any sense of relief as he talked you through it all.

"Doing so good f'me sweet girl," he grunted as his hands held you, moving you up and down his cock.

"This pussy's sweeter than any cake you could make for me, love."

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principles of lust | simon riley

warnings: oral (f!receiving), angsty to smut, understanding!simon, makes up for all the times he's acted like a douche tbh... also this is rushed so don't expect much sorry!

You and Simon never argued. His pride and morality held him high above taking anything out on his pretty girl, refusing to even insinuate that something was your fault for whatever reason. He carried himself with a quiet patience, steady hands, and a voice that never wavered - even when you pushed him.

But today, you'd been in a bad mood, and you made sure he felt it. It started when he had mentioned that he'd booked a reservation at a nice restaurant for that evening - a sweet gesture, something meant to make you feel special. But the way he left it until the last minute, throwing it onto you like an afterthought, made your stomach twist. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate it. You did. But the rush if getting ready, the feeling of being unprepared, just amplifiedeverything else gnawing at you. He noticed right away, the tightness in your movements, the clipped responses. But Simon never pushed when you got like this. He let you have your space, even when that space became a cold shoulder.

And then the night just kept unravelling. The restaurant was warm, dimly lit, perfect for the kind of quiet, intimate evening Simon had in mind. But you were restless. Tired. Every attempt he made to pull you into the moment - his hand on yours, the way he leaned in to speak softly, the gentle teasing - only seemed to wear on you more. Your words turned sharp, your patience thinner than ever.

You could feel him starting to withdraw, though he hid it well. The way he slowed his responses, the way his jaw tensed slightly before he spoke. Almost unnoticeable. And then, finally, after one too many short answers, one too many times you brushed off his effort, he exhaled, setting his fork down with careful precision.

"I get that you might have something going on, baby, but acting like an entitled little brat isn't going to fix it." His voice was even, calm. Not cruel, not cutting - but firm. It made your chest tighten. Shame, anger, something else you couldn't name all tangled together in your throat.

The taxi ride was silent on the way home.

Simon's arm rested against the window, fingers idly tracing patterns on the fogged-up glass. You knew you should say something. Apologise, explain, reach for his hand - something. But the weight of the night sat heavy in the space between you, and neither of you decided to break it.

Fast forwards to now, when you were home and curled up in bed, with his head nestled in between your thighs. You'd only just begun to say sorry when he had kissed you, guiding you gently back into your bedroom and onto the bed. You were confused, but you let him take care of you, even if you felt guilty for it.

Simon was still slightly annoyed at you for being rude earlier, but he noticed how much pressure you were under. You'd been struggling for a while, and he wanted to help you through it. If that meant he had to get to you in a way where your brain shut off completely, he'd do it in a heart beat. So that's exactly what he was going to do.

He relentlessly lapped at your cunt, the noises bringing a heat to your cheeks as you muffled your moans slightly. He wouldn't stop until you'd cummed more than two times, knowing that you needed this. His large hands held your thighs open for him as he continued, sucking delicately at your clit. His tongue sent sparks down your spine that made you squirm in pleasure, as much as you could under his firm hold.

"Mm Si.. m’sorry about earlier!" you managed to moan out, as he ate away at your core, your eyes rolling backwards.

He hummed a small laugh that reverberated through your entire body, something which made even more heat pool inside your lower tummy.

“Don’t have to apologise for anything, sweet girl. Know you didn’t mean it, you’re just overwhelmed, baby. Just need something to help you through it, yeah?”

You gushed instantaneously at his words, metaphorically and literally, cumming undone on his lips and staining him with a sense of apology and quiet relief. You really were sorry, Simon knew that… of course he did. He’d do anything for you. Even if that meant putting his own feelings aside to make you feel better about yourself.

And who knows… maybe he planned that spur of the moment dinner just to take advantage of your already on edge state, fully anticipating that it would lead to this in return.

Sorry if this is a bit shit! I promise there's better stuff coming soon (hopefully).

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girl omg. we are GLAD that you do not gaf. by we i speak for the ENTIRE simon riley whore population. ive been reading smut since i was a teenager (wattpad at thirteen type shit, do not recommend, also before u worry yes i am legal now!!) but atp i might start writing it because ideas ideas ideasss I'M JUST SO SCARED LIKE WHAT IF ITS BAD 😭 i have a smut not smut in the works rn bc it is being asked for more than i wouldve expected so based on how that turns out we'll see where to go from there

i'll be waiting patiently for part iii, no rush /gen but on another note, how has ur week/weekend been love?!

(also i have a question, ur name is ria, right? r u south asian bc if so girl ME TOO LFG)

& the part where u were like "nobody writes it how i imagine it so i had to suck it up and write it myself" YUPPP. STORY OF MY LIFE 😭 that's why my ass is back on tumblr after having sworn it off for 3ish years

(also i was so happy when you were like keep sending these asks bc i wanted to make sure i wasnt annoying u!!)

WATTPAD AT 13 ME TOO!!! that was wild of me tbh but i’ve done worse…. so it’s fine!

honestly, if you have ideas, WRITE THEM!! don’t think about what other people might think, we all tend to overthink things and hold ourselves back because of other people when in reality they probably won’t think that, and you write because YOU enjoy it. do it for yourself!!

part iii is coming today..!! i still have to finish it off butttt i want it to be posted today if i can.

(and yes! my name is ria, but i’m actually north african🤭)

and OFC ur not annoying me!!! i love getting these.

thank you for coming to my ted talk, i feel so motivational, lots of loooove💘

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IM CRYINGGG THE WAY U CALLED ME OUT WITH THE SPAM COMMENT 😭 i didnt even see that you'd answered my ask omg i was scrolling thru ur writing (literal daily routine atp the whore allegations r true) and then i saw the ask and i was like hm. oh thats ME 😭 im so excited for the preacher series (ur little 'i know this wont get notes' tag KILLED me btw i js wanted to lyk i LOVED the intro okay)

ily youre amazing keep doing what ur doing, muchos besos

STOP ur so cute ily! honestly whore allegations are true for me as well for even writing this stuff…. and i do not care:b

i’ve been just CRAVING the preacher’s daughter thing for so long and nobody writes enough about it or exactly how i imagine so i had to suck it up and write it myself!!

ALSO THANKYOUU!! i hope you enjoyed it and im currently writing part iii which should be out over the weekend at some point…

YOU’RE amazing too, so also keep doing what you’re doing (sending these pls i LOVE)

lots of love💓

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preacher’s daughter | simon riley — mood board 📻

i feel like this was completely necessary for the series.. i’m already so in love with the au so much! the way i need him, no, CRAVE him like this is insane. i wanna be pretty and delicate and ruined by simon in southern gothic america PLEASE.

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preacher’s daughter | simon riley 📻

part i | part ii | part iii

warnings: taboo themes, unprotected sex, again this is long but it's a series so what do you expect, taking of virginity, naive innocent!reader x experienced!simon

It felt so wrong of you for wanting him like this, he was a stranger with years on you. He knew you understood why he was there, it was obvious to you now.

Your bedside lamp flickered in the cool air of the night, casting shadows across the width of your room. His fingers came up now to brush against your jaw, a rough difference to the softness of your skin. A warning sign. You caught your breath in your throat as he spoke.

"Still scared of me?" he asked, almost in amusement.

You should have been, and you were to a certain extent. But you shook your head.

"Lyin' to me already? Didn't your father teach you anything about it being a sin to lie?" his eyes darkened as he looked at you, kneeling on your bed as he stood at the edge.

His thumb traced the bottom curve of your rosy lips, pressing just enough to make you part your mouth just for him. His gaze settled deep in your stomach and made it wind tight.

"You're sheltered, but you're not stupid" he murmured to you gently.

His hand slipped lower, trailing down your throat to your exposed collarbone, the thin fabric of your nightgown doing little to protect you from his wandering hands.

"You ever been touched before?"

Your breath hitched once again lightly. He already knew the answer.

You shook your head, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as the shame of such an answer to a protruding question curdled in your belly.

Simon exhaled slowly, his hands flexing against your throat subtly.

"'Course you haven't" he muttered, more to himself than to you.

His hands left your body and started to work on his belt, and then the zipper of his trousers, making you slightly more nervous. You'd never done this before; you didn't know what to expect.

He was now only in his underwear, the outline of his stiffness undeniably making itself known of. He was big, although saying that you’d never seen anyone else’s so it was a wild guess.

He guided you carefully to the floor and onto your knees, saying that you must be fine in this position, considering your father's job. It was an unbecoming comment, yet it made you feel even more achy for him. It was all so new.

He guided your head for a while as you sucked at him hesitantly, praising you when you made him feel good and teaching you how to take him in your mouth like a ‘good girl’. He pulled you away after a short while, wanting to please you. He had a child-like excitement of unwrapping something new and unopened, yet the circumstances were definitely less innocent than that pretty picture.

“M’gonna be careful, ok? You don’t have to worry about anything, just let me make you feel good” he said quietly as he laid you down on your back on the middle of your bed, hands sliding up your nightgown.

He pulled down your panties, a cream coloured thong and inspected them, bemused at the idea of someone so innocent dressing so promiscuously. You blushed profusely and willed for him to just get on with it.

Fulfilling your desires, he pulled your nightgown off, leaving you completely bare to him, chastity in tact and urging him to take it. He knew you were a preacher’s daughter, but fuck did you look angelical, laid out so pretty for him.

Feeling that you were already a little wet for him made him feel good, but he wasn’t satisfied just yet. He needed you soaking to be able to take him all.

“Relax, yeah pretty girl? It’s alright, gonna go slow with you” he said, realising you were tense and probably a little bit anxious.

His hands made their way to your core, fingers dancing lightly over your untouched pearl. A sharp intake of breath came from your mouth as he put pressure on it, working you up and causing your back to arch in a pleasure you’d never known before. You could see Simon smiling slightly as he worked you up, watching how pliable and desperate you were for this.

Once he’d had enough of making you mewl for him, he pushed you backwards and positioned himself between your thighs, the sweetest sin awaiting before him. You felt a warmth that spread everywhere as he rubbed his tip against your entrance, hands coming up to cup your honeyed swells. The moans you let out once he was inside you were like a song spun from gold to Simon, the slight pain in your voice beginning to dull after he adjusted his movements into you.

“Mmm, you keep makin’ noises like that, I might just loose my will, sweeth’art” he grunted, continuing to piston into you in missionary with a steady pace.

You were so very embarrassed by how you sounded at first but it was impossible to stop making noise, feeling the most full you’d ever felt before. The pain was there… but it was subtle, and began to feel better after time as you got used to being so stretched out around Simon.

“Fucking perfect, you are. Your daddy teach you to be this sweet to strange men, or do you just have a secretly dirty little mind, hmm?”

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preacher’s daughter | simon riley 📻

part i | part ii | part iii

warnings: is this kind of long? yes i'm sorry but deal with it :b this is an introduction to a new series and !reader that i'm creating for simon... PART TWO WILL CONTAIN SMUT!

(ps. i'm an english student and i love descriptive writing, so am practicing rn! )

The air in the bayou was thick and hot, clinging to your skin, heavy with the scent of cypress and dampening wood. The house you and your father lived in near by, if it could still be considered a house, stood towards the edge of the water, it's bones old and creaking. The porch slumped slightly from the weight of old memories you'd once made in this house, now loosing it's life to the piling dust and neglect.

Whispering themselves into the cracks of creaking wood, secrets of a sheltered life hid themselves deep in the core of the house, suffocated by prayers. As night fell, the smell of rain permeated your bedroom, window open and ushering in as much cool air as possible to calm down the scorching heat accumulated throughout the day. You could hear the porch creak with weight, and the soft squeak of the front door opening, your father welcoming someone in with his low, measured voice.

It was late, and you wore your little white nightgown, just resting at the middle of your thighs, embroidered with a pretty lace pattern. Barefoot against the warped and groaning boards, you walked across your room and leant your head against the cool door, eager to listen to a conversation that wasn't any of your business.

You heard your father, a preacher for the small town you lived in, exchanging words to a stranger who seemed to have a deep and enthralling voice. It excited you, knowing that there was someone else in your house other than the man who had brought you up all these years, teaching you to stay put in the little town and not talk to anyone, let alone strangers. But now, this strange man had entered your home, blessed by your own father's prayers, for what? And so late at night?

After a short while, you heard who you thought was the stranger leave, and close the porch door behind him before getting in his truck and driving off. Apart from the fact that it was your father's truck, and it seemed to be him that was driving it...?

Not a second later, you heard a gentle knock on your bedroom door, before it opened and you saw the man he was talking to. A handsome man, who looked to be in his mid-thirties; he was fresh from a laborious job no doubt, considering his dirtied clothing and harsh boots. The cherry of his cigarette flared brightly before he put it out on the wooden floor, squashing it with his shoe. He watched you with a quiet and unreadable gaze for a moment, dragging over you like he could peel back the layer of skin surrounding you and see what you truly were.

You weren't sure what he was doing here, or what he was looking for.

"Name's Simon" he said plainly, shutting the door with his boot as he walked further into your room.

You daren't say a word, waiting for what he would say next.

"M'not gonna hurt you, precious little thing - you don't gotta be scared"

"Why are you- what are you doing?" you inquired, confused spread across your face.

"I take it your daddy didn't tell you, then?" his voice dropped an octave lower.

"Tell me? Tell me what?"

He saw you as who you were, soft in ways he didn't know how to hold, as pure as you could get. You were untouched, an angel sent to the wrong place.

You swallowed thickly as he came over, hands toying with the hem of your nightgown. You could sense the devil in his eyes, and in his brooding presence there came about a feeling of danger.

Despite this, and God help you, you wanted him to touch you. To take you as his own.

I am so painfully aware this is not going to get any notes but just get ready for part two, trust me...

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hi!!! i just found you and i wanted to say OH MY GOD your writing is so good. like ive read sm and im actually unwell (in a good way). have a lovely day darling

hi pretty, i think i know who you are from the spam a while ago..? you’re the cutest, most loveliest person and i hope you have a beautiful day!! lots of love🎀

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just you sitting on simon's face for the first time! ♡

warnings: oral (f!receiving), dubcon? sorta, smutty obviously... i think that's all.

You felt like you were in an extremely compromising position, leaky slit positioned just hovering above Simon's chin, refusing to do what he was asking you to. Your thighs burned slightly from holding yourself up, your bare chest rising and falling with heavy breaths and an air of nervousness.

"Lovie, c'mon, you'll be fine. It's not like I haven't eaten you out before." he remarked, hands fondling your hips gently, and tracing down to your thighs every so often.

"Si! Stop being so..!" you couldn't even think properly let alone speak, when he was asking you to ride his face.

"Stop being what? Crude? That's a bit difficult when we're in the middle of having sex, sweetheart." his smirk said everything that you needed to know in that moment. "Why are you being so hesitant? S'alright, baby, I want you to sit on my face like a good girl, yeah?"

You couldn't help but think of negative sides of this request... like what if you were too heavy? Or what if he didn't like it? Simon could practically hear how hard you were thinking about these things. Silly girl, he thought, didn't you know that he would be able to bench you without a falter? It wasn't as if he was weak, no, he was large and could throw you around anytime if he really wanted.

"I'll just squash you, Si" you mumble, hands resting now on his chest as you began to move away from his face.

His hands gripped tighter onto your hips, dragging you back up to his mouth.

"How many times am I gonna have to ask before I have to force you to sit on my face, angel? I've been patient with you, you're pushing it now."

After hearing that, your worries had somehow dissipated into thin air, and it turned out to be an overall win-win situation. You got to have immense pleasure from Simon's experienced ministrations on your now puffy, sensitive clit. And he got to enjoy eating what he always said was 'his favourite little sweet treat'.

Your moans became even softer and more breathy as he devoured your cunt like a starved mad-man, feeling vibrations run through your core as he grunted occasionally when you rutted yourself onto his face harder, in desperation of a release. His tongue fondled your pulsating star, which was swollen now due to his everlasting motions.

You felt a sudden heat emerge and make itself known of in your lower stomach, beginning to spread downwards. He lapped at you faster now, holding your thighs in place as you squirmed on top of him in overstimulation, allowing you to orgasm on his mouth and ride your wave out whilst he kept suckling at your delicate, precious pearl.

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simon riley, your best friend’s dad…

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warnings: smut, bsfdad!simon x reader, size kink if you read into it, age gaps, not considered very ethical to fuck your bsf's dad but... :b

He was so hot. Every time you came round your best friend's house, because her dad was so accompanying, you could never take your eyes off him. You'd often go home and touch yourself to the little interactions you'd had with him the previous day, which were all innocent of course. He was just so much bigger than you, so strong, and he was extremely good looking for a guy his age. A small part of you was self conscious of the fact it was deemed morally wrong to think of him that way, you felt like it was a crime against your best friend. Although.. it wasn't like anything was going to actually happen, right?

Another Saturday night rolled around and you arrived at their house, not bothering to knock before you went inside because they were used to you coming over so much; you even knew where the spare key was.

It got quite late fast, and after a long girly talk of boys, updating each other on love lives and doing face masks whilst eating a takeaway, you got changed into your pyjamas. You both slept in her room, usually watching shitty, low-budget romcoms before drifting off into a drowsy sleep, but tonight you were restless. You decided to wait until she was asleep, and got out of bed, careful not to make too much noise.

Going downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water, you made the awful mistake of accidentally bumping into her dad. Simon. The sheer size of him made it almost impossible for you to not lose your balance, and he grabbed your shoulders so that you wouldn't fall over.

"Are you ok? Sorry, I didn't see you" he said calmly, checking you were alright.

You blushed a little, and nodded without saying anything. If it wasn't obvious that you had a thing for him before, it definitely was now. He was bound to notice soon anyways, your night clothes becoming slightly more revealing each week.

Simon glanced down, noticing how much of your cleavage was on display, for him. He kept his hands on your shoulders, one hand toying with the light pink elastic strap of your pyjama top.

"You don't have anything else to wear?" he asked, in what you thought was a judgemental tone.

"I- No I do, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.. like.." you rambled and trailed off, flushed with embarrassment.

"M'not complaining, love, don't worry your pretty head" he said reassuringly, before moving behind you and gently leading you into his room to the ensuite bathroom, lower hand grazing your back lightly.

"What are you-" you began, turning but only to be met with a view of his chest.

"You want this, yeah? I'm not stupid, I can tell when a pretty thing like you wants something."

You hesitated, before giving a small, unsure nod.

"Gonna need more than that, sweeth'art."

"Yes. Please."

"Good girl." he praised, before locking the door and stripping you down completely naked for him, making you turn and admiring your body.

"So pretty. Wanted this for so long, haven't you?"

You were still shy, and stood not really knowing what to do with your hands.. hell, with your entire body.

He took you carefully and got you down on your knees, before pulling his already leaking cock from his boxers. It was big, too big. It would never fit. He could immediately see the panic in your eyes, and tried to calm you down.

"S'alright, baby. I'll go gentle on you, I promise. You tell me if it hurts too much, or you get uncomfortable, okay?"

You nod, swallowing a little anxiously.

The next thing you know, you were swallowing his cock, as he guided your head down carefully. His hands caressed your hair, in an almost soothing way, so as to make you feel safe with him. You were definitely not as anxious anymore. Just took a little praise and soft guidance from Simon.

He pulled you back before he came, making you sit on his thighs before plunging into your already soaking core, stretching you out in ways you never imagined you could be. It was hard to take at first, but it quickly became pleasurable, him using you like a little toy. Thrusting you up and down on his large cock, hands grabbing at your waist and squeezing you as he hit your g-spot over and over again.

"God you feel amazing." he groaned, thrusting fastening at the sound of your preciously soft moans. He adored how little and delicate you were, so pliable in his hands.

It was safe to say that the next day, his looks and subtle lingering touches were no longer innocent. You were his pretty little secret, and unless you no longer wanted him, it would stay that way.

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[vanillarosekiss]

being sweet for stepdad john price!

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warnings: taboo, stepdad!Price x reader, subtle breeding kink, use of daddy ONCE i just had to sorry not sorry, uhhh that's about it (it most probably is not)

Pretty little girl. That's what John thought of you. Was it weird that he was your stepdad? Maybe. Not to him, though. It wasn't like you were related at all, just unfortunate circumstances. Anyway, that wouldn't have stopped him from dreaming about fucking you senseless in your bedroom. And God, did he dream about that almost every night. So imagine his surprise when you decided to prance around the house one evening in the skimpiest little thing he'd ever seen you in; pink lace and silk painting your little figure in a heavenly glow.

He thought you were teasing him at this point, mocking his inability to obtain what he wanted from you.

You were, but you wanted to see how far he'd actually go. So obviously, you went and cleaned the entire house, making sure to spend most of the time on your hands and knees, back facing him so he could get a nice view. Questionable poses for what chores you were doing, unnecessary really, is what he thought. But then again, he wasn't complaining at all.

After a half hour of your teasing, you were flat on your stomach on your bed, lacy babydoll discarded and tiny pink panties pulled to the side as he pounded you mercilessly. Of course, John being considerate of the fact you had neighbours and how controversial it may be for them to find out he was fucking his baby girl (even worse that she was enjoying it) decided to muffle your moans with his large hand. With each thrust you were jolted forward, his cock stretching you out to the point of no return. You'd never felt this full before.

He could tell you were getting restless at once point, when you wouldn't stop squirming against his grip. To this, he just fucked you harder than he already was, grunting from the sheer force his cock was assaulting your hole with.

"Taking me s'well angel." he praised you, trying to calm your convoultions.

You whined into his hand, begging for a release that felt like it would never come.

"S'alright pretty, you can take it. Know you can. Wanted to tease daddy all day, yeah? You wanted this. Fuck, I mean you were practically askin' for it sweeth'art." he let out a short laugh before fastening his pace and eventually letting you cum, feeling your walls tighten around him.

He didn't stop there, though. He slowed down but kept thrusting for a few minutes, before lifting you like you weighed nothing, and laying on his back so that you were riding him.

His hands grabbed onto the fat of your hips, forcing you to grind down onto him, your back arching as you moaned softly.

"C'mon baby, gonna ride me like a good little girl, yeah?"

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[vanillarosekiss]

rough sex with simon

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warnings: smut, lack of foreplay (smh simon), breeding kink, simon being a little rough and relentless but super sweet to you throughout! (Is this really gross i cannot tell??)

There were times where Simon and you would make love to each other - sweet and soft and oh so heavenly, it was almost ethereal. And there were times where you fucked with so much anger or passionate frustration that you felt dirty, but it was sort of exhilarating when you did.

This time, Simon had come home from a long day of shouting orders at incompetent subordinates and dealing with unruly new recruits, and he wasn't in any good mood. You could tell because of how tense he'd been all evening, even when you curled up next to him on the sofa after you'd both eaten. That was new for him, he would usually be all over you, showering you with kisses or sweet compliments, asking how your day had been.

Knowing how he was, you decided to try cheering him up by going to your bedroom and putting on a cute lingerie set, his favourite. All lacy and pink and delicate - the complete opposite of what he was. He liked how different you were, it separated his work from his home. But he was undeniably frustrated that particular evening, not saying so much as a "s'pretty" before ripping it off you, thread snapping and lace breaking apart in strings of blush.

"Simon! I really liked that set." you said, pouting your lips as he gently pushed you flat on your back onto the bed.

"I'll buy you another one, baby." he reassured you, undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers. You laid back, watching him as he did this, not scared but cautious of how rough he'd be if he was frustrated from work.

He didn't bother prepping you at all like he usually did, just making you squirm by rubbing his tip against your core and up to your clit until you were soaked enough to let him in. Without any hesitation, he pushed into you, all the way, making you arch your back and moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. His thrusts were uncomfortable at first; you tried to readjust your position but he held you down so you couldn't move around at all. He eased off a little when the tears started to roll down your cheeks, more out of ecstasy than pain now, as he drilled into you.

The sounds you were making were borderline pornographic, and so were the repetitive sounds of his hips meeting the plush of your ass. He pushed your thighs down towards your chest to angle better into your hole, hitting a spot deep in you that made you whine and close your eyes.

"Pretty little angel. Look how good you are at taking me yeah?" He cooed to you as he grabbed your hair and lifted your head up, forcing you to watch as his cock slid in and out of you with ease. You moaned at the erotic sight, being fucked too dumb for words.

"So tight for me baby." He grunted a little, changing up his pace and keeping your head held up.

"Gonna fill you up until you're a gorgeous leaking mess." Simon could feel you tightening around him as he said this, going deeper into you with each thrust now. You were a whining, whimpering mess by the time he had finished in you, breathless and hot. He made you watch as he pulled out, his cum erupting from inside you and dripping down onto the tip of his cock, before he pushed it back into you.

"M'sorry if I was too hard on you sweets." He apologised and kissed you lovingly on your forehead.

"Just too pretty and soft f'me. Need to keep you nice and fucked out all the time hmm?"

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[vanillarosekiss]

eat me | john price

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warnings: straight up smut, language, you getting absolutely devoured by John because he is a MUNCHER.

The sound of dripping water echoed through through your kitchen, each droplet of water only adding to the mountain of frustration you'd managed to acquire along the way of trying to fix the sink by yourself. You sighed, sitting back, staring at the mess you'd made. Pieces of the sink that you'd removed in order to find the leak were laid all over the floor, and you had no idea where they were meant to go back. You reluctantly picked up your phone and dialled his number, knowing that you wouldn't be able to end your trials and sufferings on your own.

Ten minutes later, John Price was stood in your doorway, toolbox in hand. His eyes flicked to the sink and then back to you, lips curving into a faint smirk as he took in your worn out and annoyed look.

"Trouble in paradise?" he teased, stepping inside and moving past you to get to the kitchen.

"More like trouble in plumbing." you shot back, trying not to focus on the way his t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders. "Think you can fix it, or should I call a professional?"

His laugh was deep and warm like honey, resonating in the small space as he knelt by the sink. "Guessing I'm not professional enough for you then, love?"

You crossed your arms, watching his hands work deftly to tighten a loose pipe. The muscles flexing in his forearm made a fast flushing heat rise to your cheeks as you imagined what his hands would feel like on you.

"Got the bastard," he announced, leaning back slightly to check all was in order. Water had stopped dripping, and he wiped his hands on a rag before standing. "Should be good as new."

"Thanks," you say, hoping your voice sounded steadier than you felt.

But he didn't move to leave, instead leaning against the counter, arms crossed, his gaze steady on you. "Think I've done a good enough job to get paid, lovie."

"Oh... I- Yeah of course. How much did you want?" You stuttered a little, grabbing your purse.

"Put it down." He ordered, voice stoic and steady as ever.

"I thought you said-" You began before he cut you off.

"Come on angel, you're a smart girl. I know you are. You know what I mean. Don't pretend that you don't"

It suddenly struck you, your mind fuzzing a little at how unlikely this event had seemed to you.

Before you knew it, his hands were on your waist and he had lifted you onto the counter behind you with what seemed like no effort at all, a small squeak erupting from you in surprise."Tell me to stop." He whispered, lips hovering yours as he stood in between your legs, hands on your thighs.

You didn't.

Five minutes later your legs were resting on his broad shoulders, the ones you'd been ogling from the very start of that interaction, as John devoured you completely. Little lace panties discarded to the side and your hands in his hair as he lapped at your core, sucking on your clit so well that you were making noises you never thought you could.

His tongue worked you up skilfully, holding your release just out of your grasp, wanting to tease you for 'just a bit longer, pretty girl'. His hands, God those hands, that were working on your household issues earlier were now holding your thighs apart for himself as he ate you out, working on your personal issues. Your hips were convulsing upwards at every stroke of his tongue, searching for a light at the end of the tunnel. He finally entertained you after what felt like hours and helped you orgasm, holding you down as he pushed you further.

Even once you'd cummed, he wouldn't stop, wanting you to become utterly exhausted and spent underneath him. And that's exactly what happened. It's Captain John Price, and he always gets what he wants.

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Hello dear~ idk if this kind of request is accepted or not but can u write simon/price/any tf 141 with east asian s/o and them trying to comfort her because some people are just jerks saying that she’s clinging to them bcs she has white men (or black men if gaz) fantasy? inspired by what happened to me irl and it’s so annoying and makes me feel bad ajsjsjfkfl

Of course I can my lovely!♡ I'm so sorry that you've had to deal with this, it's so unacceptable and really disgusting. Pls don't ever put yourself down because of other people's words!! You are so loved (this goes to everyone reading this post!) My dm’s are always open if anyone ever needs to talk about anything.

warnings: mentions of discriminatory behaviour, Price x eastasian!reader (this could be adapted for anybody though), afab reader, self depreciation.

You never meant to let their words get to you. You would brush the comments off at first, forcing a fake smile and pretending that what they said was nothing more than an annoyance which would pass. But days later, their comments still sat heavy in your chest, like weighted stones. The consistent echo of their sneers clawed at your thoughts.

"She's just with him because of his skin. It's all a fetish, isn't it?"

John Price found you in your kitchen, staring blankly at the counter top whilst you waited for the kettle to boil. It had finished long ago, the steam dissipated, but you hadn't moved an inch.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice holding a calmed aura. "You're quiet. What's going on?"

You snapped out of your trance and hesitated, biting the inside of your cheek.

"It's nothing," you muttered, but the slight wobble he picked up in your voice betrayed you.

Price stepped closer, setting his hand gently on your lower back, grounding you.

"Don't do that," he said softly. "Talk to me."

You sighed, shoulders sinking under the weight of your day.

"Some people- they said... things. About me. About us."

You swallowed hard, staring down at your hands.

"Like I'm only with you because you're a white guy. Like some sort of stereotype."

Price didn't speak right away, but you could feel the tension radiating off of him, the way his hand stilled on your back. When he finally spoke into the silence, his voice was slightly lower."And you believe them?"

You blinked up at him, startled by the subtle sharpness in his tone. “No… of course not. It’s just - it’s cruel. It makes me feel like-” You stopped, your throat tightening unexpectedly.

John noticed, obviously, and leant down to give you a sweet, short kiss. “Don’t listen to that rubbish. People like that don’t know the first thing about you. About us.”

“But it still hurts,” you whispered.

His hand snaked around your waist u til it found yours, his touch gentle. “Of course it does, pretty girl. Doesn’t mean it’s true.” He kissed you again, pulling you into his side. “You don’t have to justify yourself to anyone, love. Least of all to people who think they’ve got the right to judge something they don’t understand.”

You let yourself lean into him, his warmth seeping into you as you breathed in his familiar scent.

“They don’t matter, alright?”John murmured, his arm tightening around you. “What matters is what we’ve got, yeah? I know you. I know your heart.”

His words gave you solace and comfort, something you’d been seeking for what felt like forever.

“I love you.” you said quietly, your voice muffled against his shoulder.

“I love you too, baby”

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Hi lovie! May i request something? Can you write angst to comfort with simon or john? Love me some ex to lover or just like another chance romance where the boys are grovelling teehee

Of course I can, angel!♡ I hope you like this, I'm so sorry that it's late. I really wanted to make it more angsty at the beginning and sweet at the end so enjoy.

warnings: angsty, simon being a bit of a prick tbh, fluff at the end.

The dreaded knock came late - sharp and deliberate, breaking the silence of your small apartment. You weren’t expecting anyone at this time, but the minute you opened the door and saw him standing there, everything froze.

Simon.

He looked the same, but so different. The mask was gone, but his darkening aura stayed the same. He didn’t say anything; he stared at you like he wasn’t sure you’d let him speak.

“What do you want?” you said, voice harsher than you expected.

“I came to talk,” he muttered, his voice low, almost hesitant, “To apologise.”

You let out a harsh laugh and crossed your arms.

“Talk? Now? After you walked out of my life without a word? Months, Simon. Months. And now you want to talk?”

“I know,” he said quickly, his tone defensive, as if bracing for impact.

“I know I fucked up.”

“Fucked up?” You stepped back, gesturing wildly, “No, Simon. You didn’t just ‘fuck up.’ You destroyed me. Do you even get that?”

He winced, his lips pressing into a hard line. “I left to keep you safe. I didn’t have a choice.”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit,” you snapped. “You always have a choice. You just didn’t want to deal with me, so you made the easiest one. Don’t pretend you did it for me.”

His head snapped up at that, and for the first time, you saw something crack in him.

“You think it was easy? Leaving you? That it didn’t tear me apart every time i thought about it?”

“Sure looked easy from where I was standing,” you fired back. You knew it wasn’t like that, but you had lost it with him now.

“I was trying to protect you,” he said, voice harder now, colder. It was like he went back to who he was in the field, merciless and cruel.

“Do you have any idea the kind of shit that follows me? The kind of danger I drag around? I left because I didn’t want you caught in the crossfire. You know I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you.”

“Protect me?” You let out a bitter laugh. “That’s rich, Simon. Did you ever stop to think about how it felt on my end? Not knowing if you were dead, alive, or just done with me? You didn’t protect me. You abandoned me.”

That word hit him like a slap. His jaw clenched, and something in his expression shifted, turning darker. “You think I wanted to do that? That it didn’t fucking kill me to walk away? I was trying to do the right thing.”

“Yeah, well, you failed,” you shot back. “Congratulations. All you did was prove I meant nothing to you.”

He let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “You think you meant nothing? Christ, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought about you every fucking day. Do you know how many times I wanted to pick up the phone? To come back? But I couldn’t.”

“Why? Why couldn’t you?” you demanded, your voice breaking. You didn’t want to get emotional with him but you couldn’t help it.

“What stopped you? What could possibly be worse than what you did to me?”

Simon’s voice dropped, “Because I was scared, alright? Scared I’d lose you for good. Scared you’d get hurt because of me.”

You stared at him, the weight of his words hitting you like a tidal wave. For a small moment, neither of you said anything, just stood there in the wreckage of everything unsaid.

“You broke me, Simon. You left me with nothing. And now you just show up, expecting me to forgive you?”

“I don’t expect your forgiveness,” he said, his tone softer now, the fight draining out of him. “I just… I couldn’t stay away anymore. I had to try. Even if you want to slam the door in my face, I’ll take it, but I needed you to know I’m sorry. For all of it.”

You felt your resolve cracking, the anger giving way to something else - something just as painful.

“You don’t get to do this to me,” you whispered. “You don’t get to come back like this and try to undo everything I’ve been through.”

“I know,” he said gently. “But I can’t let you go without a fight. Just because I left doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore.”

Your arms hung limp at your sides, the weight of his words crushing you. You couldn’t tell if you were angry at him or just upset.

“I know I’ve been a prick, baby, trust me I know. And I hate myself for ever doing this to you. I wasn’t thinking properly. Fuck, I just- ”. He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

He looked… lost? Like he didn’t know how to fix this, and it tugged at something deep inside you, even through the anger.

“Simon,” you said quietly, your voice softer now.

His hand dropped, and he looked at you, the raw emotion in his eyes catching you off guard. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you if you let me,” he whispered. “I just want you back. Please.”

The sincerity in his voice broke you, and you couldn’t even get a moment to second-guess yourself.

“One chance, Simon. That’s all you’re getting.”

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