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toxic, older-boyfriend simon riley...

tw: dubcon, alcohol use, manipulation

older-boyfriend simon was, and is a horrible influence on you. he's always smoking, offering your religious and modest mother if she wanted a cigarette. they gave you an ultimatum; simon or them. simon, of course, didn't want to lose his pretty, naïve plaything. corrupting your mind so that you denied them and cuddled up to him, lighting his cigarette for him and kissing his cheek tenderly.

but god, he was so cold and stoic. you were his girlfriend, for heaven's sake! usually ignored or brushed off, keeping up the façade of a cold, older man around you. and it only left you needy for his attention, usually dressing up in barely any clothes and bending over for him with tears in your eyes. all through desperation.

and his fuckings? he was ruthless. ploughing and fucking you into the mattress, his fat and lengthy cock stretching you out, impaling you and leaving you slobbering and crying all over yourself, feeling filthy the harder he went. the alcohol he poured into your mouth took your mind off of it though, right? leaving you numb and sore and even more of an emotional wreck for simon to rile up and manipulate further. :(

What is this place between hopeless romantic and strong independent individual

sometimes I see pictures from when I was younger and it makes me wonder why I spent so much time hating myself. sweet little baby me. I was still growing. I was still learning. I was still getting used to my own skin. I didn’t deserve that

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Everyday I am finding more reasons to be attracted to this man

“I’m going to read the comments”, LEE KNOW RI BANG (20211009)

friendships are the sweetest thing in the world. we get to play together and love each other. and hug each other if we get sad

Yu na (2017) by masha bogatova

kinktober : oct 11th

simon riley x housewife kink

simons never really had anyone that was so willing to please him and serve him on their own free will, so of course it’s going to turn him on to no end.

it was the way you looked in the kitchen on a lazy sunday, his tshirt hanging off your shoulder, not aware of his hulking presence standing in the doorway watching you stir the gravy you’d made for the sunday roast you were making (which really makes him feel at home, god) he never thought about having anything this domestic, but you make that life look so good.

it was the way you can just sense when he’s had a bad day, greeting him in the living room when he drops down on the couch, huge body sprawled out, and you crawl between his legs and get to work, gagging on his thick length until the sour memory of his day is replaced by the feeling of your sweet mouth around him.

it was the way you look at him whenever he whips out cash to pay for whatever you want — those sweet adoring doe eyes. he made alot from the military, it’s true — but simon was never a big spender, and didn’t like to treat himself unless he really had to — so as you can imagine, the man let’s you go wild with his credit card. “whatever you want. s’not like i’m gonna spend it.” he gruffs, nonchalantly sliding his card into your hand when you’re rambling about an outfit you’d had your eye on.

he doesn’t want to rush into things, simons scared — and the thought of scaring you off with a proposal is constantly weighing on his mind, his true feelings towards the matter only coming out when he had you bedded, your sweet self having offered yourself to him after he’d had a long day. he’s got your legs over his strong shoulders, the base of his cock creamy from releases as you wail, his thick veiny hand pressing down on your lower stomach. this is where simon really gets vulnerable, a rare but delightful occurrence.

his vulnerability comes in filthy promises. “th’s it doll, taking me like a fuckin’ pro. could do this for the rest of my life. you want that, yeah? want me to stick a big shiny rock on that pretty little finger? make you my little wife? what would people think hm? sweet little thing like you lugging round a big old man like me. gonna know my pretty wife gets f’king destroyed every night. you want that don’t you, pet?” you can barely work out what he’s saying because he rambles it all into one breath, grunting into your shoulder as his balls slap against you, pushing you towards one final orgasm and himself toward his first release. you could barely think straight, but you knew a conversation was due after he’d finished emptying his balls into you.