lynne!

Simon Riley who has these big hands, hardened by war and calloused from murder.

Simon Riley with a permanent ache in his shoulder from the kickback of a rifle.

Simon Riley who’s lower back hurts every time he crouches into position.

Simon Riley with knees that click everytime he crouches.

Simon Riley with chafed inner thighs from the rough material of tac pants.

Simon Riley with shoulders tensed up to his ears.

Simon Riley who really, really, really needs a massage.

It’s Gaz who gives him your card, clicks his tongue and tells him “Trust me, bird’s got magic hands.”

Simon Riley who stares at it for two weeks, insisting it’s something for girls, nothing that a man like him would ever need.

Then his back goes out.

Two days of fucking agony, stuck on the shitty base couch because he can barely stand long enough to get back to his quarters.

Two days of wishing he’d just been fucking shot, at least then the med bay would give him the good drugs.

He crawls onto your table with a grunt and the words “Firm pressure.”

Then you touch him.

Like silk, your hands smooth over his muscles, needing every tight spot you can find until the knots come loose under your fingers. 

You take him apart with pressure so firm it’s almost painful, your elbow digging into his tailbone as you work over a particularly stubborn spot.

Simon Riley who’s so fucking vocal the whole time.

He groans, moans, even whimpers into the headrest. Simon who jumps against the table when you start to work on his upper traps.

Simon Riley who cums in his fucking boxers when you make his neck crack.

Like an out of body, third person experience he blows his load just as the tension releases.

It’s unmistakable, his choked noise and the way his entire body goes rigid.

Never mind how he reaches out and grabs your thigh with a grip tight as steel when it happens.

Simon Riley who leaves two hundred dollars in cash and his phone number on the table when he leaves. Along with a little note in his chicken scratch-

He's a whore, wanting to grind his cock as deep as he can while fucking you into the mattress, making you scream and try to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure.

You feel like you're dying from how good it feels, the hard, slow thrusts driving you crazy. You can't do anything but moan, thighs useless and limp, the bed creaking and groaning under you.

Your hand fists the sheets, tears ruining your makeup, throat hoarse from screaming his name as he continuously ravages your insides.

You've cum like what, 4 times already? Your pussy is raw, aching, taking pounding after pounding, your cervix is ruined, toes curled and then you feel his rough hand shove your face into the sheets.

Which makes you clench. Such a slut he is.

You can't help but pass out after the 5th orgasm is pulled out of you.

Once Soap is done with you he holds you close, smirking as he feels you whine and twitch as his softening cock presses against your lower back.

His body sore, his mind still racing of every mistake that went wrong during the mission, every life that was lost. He just wants somewhere to settle with his family, coming home to his children hounding him, his wife pulling out fresh muffins from the oven. Spreading his warm palm over the swell of her belly, everything seems a lot easier when he’s home.

And you decided to challenge him and he doesn't back down from a challenge. So guess what? Now you're in his quarters, with your face pressed into his mattress as he's railing you with all he's got and telling you that "this is what happens when you don't wipe that stupid fuckin' look off your face".

After that, you started going out of your way to push his buttons if it meant that you'd be getting fucked viciously every time.

warnings 𖨂 NSFW. MDNI. fem!reader, dacryphilia, p i v, soft!dom!jake, finger sucking, jake calls reader 'fussy'

“What’re you crying for, baby?” Jake questions as you ride his cock. The girth and length filling you up is overwhelming each time your core swallows his shaft. You’re on top, and even though you should be doing most of the work, Jake’s hands are placed under your ass to slide you up and down on him. It gives you a false sense of control, but you both know who’s really in charge.

“Mm— uh! Feels too good…” You finally manage to hiccup the words out, tears rolling down your cheeks as the tip of Jake’s cock pushes against your cervix, over and over again. The pressure of his girth, in a constant state of stimulating all your nerves, makes your body tremble. With shaking legs, you try to quicken the pace of your movements to maximize Jake’s pleasure, but Jake is quick to stop you— a gentle reminder that he’s the one who decides how fast you can ride him. You don't have to look down to know how wet you are, the sound of your arousal is loud and sticky as your cunt soaks his lap.

a/n : stop bc idk how i feel about these hcs just yet but they’re growing on me. I’m tryna release one set of riri!hcs per day btw! I’m so down bad for her it’s sickening and I just saw a PND edit to her. If youd like to get tagged in future RW works pls lmk.

suggestive! so 18+ pls and thank you

👢~ @pvnks0ul @lyfeofbilly @shuririsecretl0v3r

𖤓 cusses out all her animals and chases them with a tractor NONE OF THEM ARE SAFE.

“Get yo ass in the damn coop, Bella.”

“I ain’t playing wit’ yall today.”

𖤓 her skin is warm like unbelievably warm and she’s got a tan that she’s not embarassed about.

𖤓 she smells like the sunscreen you force her to wear mixed with something floral.

𖤓 HAPPY TRAIL CITYYYYYYYYYY, she usually shaves clean but ever since you asked her to stop, she doesnt mind keeping the hair.

𖤓 see now she’s already toned in Ironheart, HOWEVER, she’s more toned here. With all the animals she takes care of and the farm work she does, she’s leaner. Her quads, triceps and lower back got more definition to them.

𖤓 Her voice is smooth, she has a nice drawl to it especially when she’s half asleep or irritating.

𖤓 You absolutely laugh in her face when the two of are talking because you have no idea what she’s saying.

“You laughin’?”

You gon hop in the car?” She says it like straight -kah instead of car and you can’t take her serious.

𖤓 idc she’s submissive like 60 percent of the time. She does all that work during the day. She just wants to be taken care of.

𖤓 has a choking kink I fear. She’ll absolutely let you straddle her while she begs. She’ll dead ass let you kiss her ear while you have a hand wrapped around her throat.

𖤓 Just because you’re her girl doesn’t mean you’re exempt from chores.

“You gon wash the horses today.”

“Go’head n feed the pigs for me, mama.”

𖤓 Sometimes in overalls especially when she’s in the barn. You think it’s the most attractive thing ever.

𖤓 She has a smoking habit, not often but sometimes you’ll find her on her worn leather couch, manspread with low eyes and a blunt between her lips.

𖤓 She 5 feet tall but she’s more strong than she looks. She’ll pick up animals with ease and wrangle sheep to shave em.

𖤓 She’s used to southern cuisine so when you try to cook other shit she feels like you’ve poisoned her.

“Hey baby, I made [insert dish she’s never had before]

The fuck- I mean…that’s nice, baby….you ain’t got no greens or nun?”

𖤓 She’s making you ride her horse.

“Up ya go, cmon now get on the saddle.”

𖤓 always flirts with you even though yall been together for years.

𖤓 def takes her cowgirl hat off n puts it on you when you’re straddling her.

𖤓 She chops wood and you watch, ugh you have to do it 40 percent of time cause she gets tired of swinging and shit.

𖤓 She has so much oversized flannel.

𖤓 sometimes she walks around the house in oversized linen and nothing else OR a tight white Henley and Lacey panties to match.

𖤓 She has locs thank you cause ain’t no braiding shops near her.

𖤓 in the morning, she tends to have her face tucked into your neck and she’s mumbling about farm chores and shit to do for the day.

𖤓 At night she’s in a loose sweater and plaid pants, sitting outside on the porch and drinking some loose leaf tea.

𖤓 you’ve absolutely 110 percent fucked in that barn don’t ask questions.

𖤓 most days on the farm, all she’s got is sunscreen; some lip gloss on and hickeys all over her neck and sternum.

𖤓 gets second hand embarrassment when she’s caught of guard and one of the farm animals makes her trip or slip.

“I saw that,”

“You ain’t seen shit.”

𖤓 Always comes back in the house w mud on her boots and her toned forearms showing cause she pulled her sleeves up.

𖤓 you genuinely always give her the best head of her life and it puts her straight to sleep.

𖤓 she’s so cute, sometimes she just makes you flower crowns.

𖤓 spends NIGHTS teaching you line dances. You only go because you know both men and women THROW themselves at her.

you’re convinced it’s because of the flared jeans + crop top combo she wears

“imma have to ask y’to lock in, now. I signed us up for the competition on July.”

“You did what now????”

𖤓 she’s fallen asleep while working more times than you can count. Sometimes you’ll walk outside and find her in a stack of hay, hat covering her face, white tight shirt riding up and legs crossed.

𖤓 she’s fallen off her horse more time than you can count.

𖤓 scolds you if you rip out her crops from the ground any way

𖤓 Sometimes you think she’s talking a sweet to you then you realize she’s talking to one of her animals.

𖤓 has a pair of timbs that she can’t and won’t let go of.

𖤓 when you talk she’s always says “uh huh,” not because she’s not paying attention but because she always doing something while you talking.

𖤓 when she’s thinking while she’s standing, she’s got both her hands in the back pockets of her jeans.

𖤓 in between chores she walks into the house and lays her head on your ass.

𖤓 she has callouses and you always take care of them and she always ends up kissing you as a thank you.

𖤓 every time you want new sex toys you gotta order that shit cause you live in the countryside and she lets you do all that shit.

“girl, where the harness f’this?”

“Riri, it’s double ended.”

“Huh?….oh….oh shit.”

𖤓 when she’s half asleep, she always finds herself with her back to your chest, your hands are travellin beneath her flannel and rubbing up on her chest. She’s all squirmy

𖤓 she participates in the contests in town.

“I bet’chu this pumpkin gon the contest win t’morrow night.”

𖤓 mind you the pumpkin is DEF not naturally grown and she added shit to it.

𖤓 she hollers your name from outside the damn house.

𖤓 Idc how capable she is she gets into bed after a good shower in a simple short and boy shorts and throws a leg over you and 100 percent expects you to cup her ass while she sleep.

𖤓 she can cook, ofc she can but she likes the way you make specific things.

“Baby, you think you could make that lemonade?”

and yes you make it. Every time.