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snowed in with dbf! simon riley

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ in which your dad trusted his best friend, simon riley to look after you on his farm whilst he went on a business trip. little did he know what the opportunity of being snowed in with him led to.

cw: age gap (reader in early 20s and simon in late 30s/early 40s), vaginal sex, spanking, breeding kink, fingering

being snowed in with dbf! simon riley meant sex, a lot of sex.

“come on baby, gotta keep yer pretty lil body nice and warm,” simon grunted as he pulled you over his lap, his large tatted hand gently caressing your body. the only activity that the two of you had done was sex, the whole house rearranged because of how he fucked tou on every single damn surface. “so soft luvie,” he cooed softly before giving you a harsh slap on the ass, making you squeal in protest. “si!”

simon chuckled, gently tugging your body towards him before rubbing where he just spanked. “sorry baby, but i can’t have you squirming around.” it was clear that you were exhausted, his cum dribbling down your hole and making a soppy mess on your inner thighs. “jus’ one more baby please,” simon was a man who hasn’t touched a woman in years until you, and he was now addicted.

he was a man with needs, and now he was snowed in with his pretty birdie all naked.

he manhandled you, bending you over the couch before nudging your legs apart.

“this house isn’t known to have the best heating, and with the snow, well i can’t have you gettin’ all sick can i?” being with you felt like the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to simon, but sneaking behind your father’s back felt anything but it.

“still so wet for me,” his two thick fingers plunged deep into your cunt, your legs kicking up slightly as you muffled your moans. “so pretty baby,” he praised as you gushed all over his fingers, naming them glisten with your arousal. “yer lil cunnie is always so damn eager, after all of those rounds she’s still so fucking tight.”

simon loved your cunt.

he could spend hours buried deep into your gummy walls, his cock plunging so deep it could bruise your cervix.

“fuckin’ hell, she’s a greedy one huh?” simon grunted as his dog tag around his neck moved with each thrust. “grippin’ around me like she’s never taken cock before.”

he was a horrible friend and he knew it, after all - who fucks the daughter of their best friend who asked them to look after her? well, clearly him.

“i don’t even need a heater when i have yer cunt, so warm and tight.” years he spent on his shitty little farm, years he spent fisting his cock with his rough calloused palms instead of burying deep inside a nice warm cunt.

“since she’s clenchin’ so tightly how about i fill her up yeah? give her the love and attention she deserves.” simon was always a man who took precautions, but with you? he wanted to put a baby in you.

“m-mph! si, i’m gonna cum!” you whined as you drooled all over his couch, staining the flimsy material. simon didn’t care, he was going to have you come all over his cock until the snow finally stopped.

he didn’t care about cleaning up, making him cum leak out of you when he was done - he couldn’t mess up his masterpiece could he?

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to the casual observer it may look like i'm trying to summon a demon but anyone who knows me will realize that i am simply calling my wife

Pillow talk with a werewolf while they're knotted in me would fix me I think.

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mechanic!simon riley headcanons

mechanic!simon riley who swore he fell in love with you the minute you walked in the shop, your eyes wide but your expression serious. his usual customers are on the older side and always men who are too insufficient to fix a car on their own, so you were the perfect change of pace.

mechanic!simon riley who knew as a woman you were highly likely to get ripped off by other mechanics, so he was glad you came to his shop. he makes sure to offer you water and some light snacks. he doesn't do that with his other customers, but you're an exception.

mechanic!simon riley who thought it was hot when you got straight to the point before he could even introduce himself. you already diagnosed your car before you came because like simon, you knew how you could get scammed in repair shops. you nodded when he asked if you knew a lot about cars and he replied with, "a woman after my own heart."

mechanic!simon riley who is already wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, but rolls up the sleeves to his shoulders so you could get a view of just how huge his biceps were. it doesn't help your temptation when you see that his tattoo sleeve in fact does continue up until his shoulder.

mechanic!simon riley who on purpose makes sure his t-shirt lifts a little bit higher than usual while he's working on your undercarriage. he's lying down under the car, and makes sure to extend his arms higher so he can tease the gorgeous combination that is his happy trail, abs, and v-line to you.

mechanic!simon riley who drains the oil in your car on purpose while he's working on it just enough so that you have to come back a second time and so that he has an excuse to see your gorgeous self again.

mechanic!simon riley who doesn't let you pay for any of the repairs you needed. he reasoned with you saying you had enough trouble driving the car to the shop as it was, and doesn't want to add on to it.

(idk)

More things that need to be said to me and every other subby bottom bitch:

"Tell me what you want."

"Aww, my poor puppy, are your fingers not enough?"

"Baby, slow down. If you cum without permission I'm going to punish you."

"Good boy. Relax for a second."

"You want to cum? BEG me for it."

"That's it. There's my good boy. Just like that."

"Come here. You're gonna ride me until I'M satisfied."

"Fuck! So tight, pretty boy. That's it. Good. Fuck. Fuck!"

"Mmm, good booooy. I'm gonna cum in this tight little pussy and breed you full. You ready?"

"Shit! Shit! Oh god! Ooooh fuuuuuck! That's it. Take it, baby. Take it all. Good boy. That's my good boy!"

That's all. Thank you.

what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore

I was not built to work a job....I need to be puppied....need to be shushed and told that everything's okay as they slide into me and fill me up

Everytime I see your small text and pink fonts I want to scream because I know it's gonna be tastyyyyyy

Can I request Ghost taking charge, but getting lost in the sauce and letting out the most delicious little whimpers and whines?

I don't think he even knows it's the sound of him losing his mind that's your undoing.

simon riley getting reduced to pathetic sounds because of your dreamy pussy

simon is a man of control. it's in his nature to be in charge of everything around him, his surroundings, his soldiers. everything, even you.

but what he didn't anticipate was how fucking heavenly your cunt would feel wrapped around his achy cock, tight warmth squeezing him in as he rutted helplessly further and further. a man of control reduced to nothing, but pathetic whines and grunts. noises he doesn't even register.

your legs are numb over his shoulder, his arms flexing on either side of your head, that you desperately claw at for reprieve, with his head drooped between his shoulders. you swore warm, slick drool dripped from his swollen, chapped lips onto your breasts as he whimpered mindlessly. it was that good.

he also doesn't even realise, but he's fucking himself and you into oblivion. he's in heaven, and you can't pry him from the gates, he's lost. you lost count of the amount of times you came, and if he was wearing a condom, there's no doubt it's burst or leaking from being stuffed full, a creamy ring coating his cock. your arousal paints his hips and thighs.

time is lost of the two of you, and it's a long while before he falls on top of your broken body, sweaty and rung out from the amount he put you through.

and the bastard falls asleep within 2 minutes of his collapse, snoring your ear off, still buried deep in your achy, sore cunt. good luck getting him off, he sleeps like a log, and he's heavy like a rock.

May your day be filled with werewolf knots