ℳ𝒾𝓁𝒾

ABOUT ME — mili, or emi, whatever you prefer. i'm 21, she/her.

obsessed with fictional characters that it borders on unhealthy.

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 — simon ‘’ghost’’ riley & captain john price

otherwise I don't write for anything else as of now. maybe if something piques my interest i'll write about em!!

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 — this is an nsfw page, so MINORS DON'T INTERACT.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 — I will NOT write anything related to piss, scat, non-con, self-harm, pedophilia, age regression, or pet play.

MASTERLIST 𐙚

MISCELLANEOUS

18+ mdni

cw: sub!simon, simon being pathetic as fuck, handjob, blood, masochism, reader being a freak.

thinking about nurse!reader having Simon being a complete mess as you prod at his wound while jerking him off with your other hand.

You had been recruited as a nurse for Task Force 141 only about six months ago. Laswell had recommended you to Price. She had said that you were extremely good at what you do and that it'd be a shame not to have you as a medic for the team.

You took the job offer without a second thought. You'd always enjoyed taking care of others, especially being useful in saving lives. But mostly you enjoyed watching men who faced the worst of the worst being reduced to messes whenever they’d been seriously injured which had a way of turning you on just right.

But there was one person you had your eyes set on. Simon Riley. He’d been one of the only ones who hadn’t cracked.

Until today. When he had come into the medical bay with a bullet wound that had grazed his side; it was still bleeding quite heavily as you worked, blood sluggishly pouring out. You'd figured out that Simon enjoyed pain after having noticed when you were touching around it, he'd let out a whimper. A fucking whimper.

The man who was always stoic and if you attempted to try chatting him up it was like talking to a fucking wall.

His face was pure shame and embarrassment when he caught on to what he had just done. You'd never in your six months of working as a medic for Task Force 141 seen Simon blush, let alone whimper.

The look on his face was exactly what you had been wanting to see.

And that's how you ended up here.

''S’too much…mhm.'' Simon whined, hips bucking against your hand.

He’s such a mess, it’s pathetic. His chest heaving and body squirming at the feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down, precum glistening and dripping down, as your other hand is occupied with caressing the wound.

''Too much? I thought you enjoyed the pain?'' You mocked, slowing down just to taunt him. Simon whines in response, eyes closing as his head tilts back, ''Don't... ngh.. shit.. please don't slow down...please.''

His begging was making your thighs clench together, but you'd hold back for now. This was about him, even if watching him pant and squirm was making you wetter by the second. You gave a rough squeeze while your finger dug into the wound, blood coating your fingers and making him groan as he buried his hands into the bed, ''Fuck...g-gonna cum... need to cum.''

''Yeah? You need to cum, pretty boy? That fast?'' You cooed, tilting your head to the side, teasing him about how easy he was being.

''Mhm..y-yes..yes.'' He didn't even deny your words, head bobbing as he kept lifting his hips to slide his cock up and down against the palm of your hand. You hummed, pondering on whether to prolong it or let the poor man cum. You were relishing seeing him like this, but he had been good, so I guess he did deserve it.

''Okay, okay. You can cum, but only if you sit still.'' Simon immediately stilled at that, body twitching despite how hard he was trying not to make any movement. You thoroughly enjoyed him bending to your will.

God, it was disgustingly hot how fast he listened to you.

''Good boy.'' You praised, Simon making a mhm sound at the praise as his cheeks heated up. You started stroking faster and pressed harder into his wound. Feeling him throbbing in your hand and his heart pounding through the wound.

''I’m… fuck…shit.. coming.'' He groaned.

He bled more profusely as he came, his cock spurting cum all over, coating your hand and his cock. ''F-Fuck...fuck that's...so good.'' His body shook as his orgasm washed over him. Your eyes gleamed as you watched him, thoroughly enjoying observing him be completely lost in the pleasure and pain.

''Did that feel good, hm?'' You mused, your bloodied hand reaching out to grab a rag before wiping the cum off of one and the blood off of the other, as the rug turned a pinkish color.

''Yes, thank you.'' Simon replied as he tried to catch his breath, straightening up. You smiled at the gratefulness in his voice, leaning down to give him a small kiss on his forehead.

''Let's get you cleaned up and stitch up that nasty wound, yeah?'' You chirped, clasping your hands together.

18+ mdni

cw: degrading, minor spanking, power dynamic, spitting, john being a bit of a bully, choking, soft!dom john

husband! john price whom told you not to leave the cabin but you never listen, do you?

You knew the second John found out about what you’d done, that he wouldn't let it go by scolding you with a few words. John had always thoroughly enjoyed physical punishment, which meant he would fuck you senseless until you’d listen. John also knew that you very much enjoyed defying his words just so he’d touch you.

And what’s fun if not being a bit of a brat from time to time?

John had explicitly told you ''Don't ever leave this cabin unless I'm right behind ya, got it?'' and yet you had defied his words. And John didn't take disobedience lightly.

That’s exactly what you'd done that day. Having decided to leave your shared cozy little cabin and sneak out to pick some berries.

You knew it was stupid; he’d make you feel it the second he caught onto your little adventure. But you wanted that and enjoyed going against what John said.

You long for the outcome just as much as John love giving it to you.

Giggling at the thought as you trekked further into the forest. It was beautiful here at this time of year, making you feel all warm and content. John had bought the cabin a few years back, wanting some place where the two of you could enjoy the scenery and the company of each other.

You hadn’t even been out for ten minutes before a branch nearby made a sharp crackling sound, and the sign alone let you know that John had discovered your absence from the cabin.

''Did you forget what I told you, love'?'' John’s voice echoed from somewhere in the distance, and your eyes averted to every direction, trying to spot him. But he was nowhere to be seen. Though it grew silent after that, like you had imagined his voice and the sound of him approaching altogether.

So you turned back around, bent down to gather a couple more ripe and juicy berries. Straightening up you feel it, that familiar scent rushing up your nose, pine, gun oil, and the distinct bodily smell that belonged solely to him.

You knew you hadn't imagined hearing him earlier. He was a military veteran after all. Years spent hunting down enemies who didn’t wanna be found, learning how to approach prey without making the slightest sound, unless he wanted you to know he was there. Lurking, waiting for the right moment to come up on you.

You stood frozen for what felt like an eternity until a hand snaked around your stomach, yanking you back against a solid and warm chest. ''I'll always find you.'' John's voice was calm, voice lowering ''You know that right?''

He nuzzled at the side of your neck, his beard scraping deliciously against your skin, his hand tightened around your stomach, trying to press himself even closer to you, if that was even possible. ''Are you... mad?'' The question was dumb, yet it came out of your mouth automatically.

He chuckled as he turned you around to face him, your eyes locking with his blue ones. ''Mad? Oh love... I'm furious. You know what happens to wives who don't listen.''

''They get punished.'' You answered, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth, hands tightening on the basket filled with berries.

He hummed in response, hand lifting to pull your bottom lip free, ''No biting. That's my job, love''

And later on, he'll have you right there on the forest floor, begging him to slow down his pace because it's just too much. His hips snap against yours as he slides the fat head of his cock in and out, as you're barely able to keep up with it.

Your knees are pushed up against your chest, giving John the perfect angle to hit that sweet spot. He’ll lift your hips up and pull almost all the way out and hold you there for a bit, before slamming right back in. Hands clutching and clawing at his back, as your cunt welcomed him back.

‘’Yeah that’s it. Sucking me right back in.’’

Because John doesn't do soft. This is always how it goes; he does rough and harsh. He wants to remind this pretty body that only he's allowed to be inside it, and use it whenever he damn pleases.

He is your husband after all.

As your husband, the thought of another man even breathing in the same direction as you would have John threaten to put a bullet right between the guy's eyes. Which is why there will never be another man, ever.

Till death do us part and all that.

Which is why he's so determined to go all the way in everything he does, especially when it comes to you, his wife.

''John... please.. it's..mphf.. too much.'' You whine as your nails dig into the soil of the forest floor, head going numb from the overwhelming sensation of him moving inside you. He stretched you out so well every. single. time.

Everything about John was so big. Large hands and forearms to pick you up whenever he wanted. His weight pinning you down on any surface he could find. Manhandling and putting you in any position he’d like. There was absolutely nothing small about this hunk of a man.

''You asked for this the second you decided to step that pretty arse out the cabin door.'' He growled as his hand reached out to grasp your throat, constricting your airway just enough to show you who’s in control, whilst the other was occupied with feeling his cock hitting that sweet spot inside your tummy.

The pad of his finger smears the cherry-flavored gloss you had applied earlier that day, ''Now open that fuckin' mouth for me.''

You did as he said without much thought, opening your mouth for him.

His eyes darkened, and if his pupils weren't already blown out, they certainly were now, ''That's a good wife.'' He praised, then spat into your mouth at the same time as he delivered a harsh thrust, making your breath hitch before you swallowed.

''This pussy is so greedy for me, isn't that right, love?'' His eyes were locked on your face, watching the way your eyebrows scrunched up, the way your tits were bouncing and before you knew it, he was leaning down to drag his teeth over one just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.

''These tits, this cunt, that mouth, they belong to me all the same.'' He added as he moved to the other one, ravishing that one just the same. You could almost not hear what he was saying, your brain felt all floaty and numb, only able to reply back with a, ''Mhm...''

John snickered at your response, ''Going all dumb already. Pathetic little thing.'' He taunted as he slid his cock out of you, a trickle of pre cum dribbling down his shaft and onto your glistening cunt. You whimpered at the loss, already reaching out for him again.

He smacked at your hand, making a tsk sound before grabbing your waist to force you onto all fours. ''You don't make the calls here. Especially not after disobeying me.''

''John...'' You whined, eyes glassy and bottom lip pushing out into a pout.

You could barely register how rough the forest floor felt against your knees, brain dumbed down to a puddle, and the only thought swirling around in that little head of yours was his cock.

He delivers a smack to your left ass cheek, making you jolt forward and your eyes closing on a whimper. ''I told you not to leave the cabin without me, didn't I? But you just had to go and act like a brat. You did it just so I'd fuck you.''

He wasn't wrong, not in the slightest. You knew he'd correct you for your actions. John was protective by nature, and the rule of you not leaving the cabin without him was set simply to keep you safe.

John groans as he slips back in from behind, hands gripping your hips so harshly they'd be blue and purple by morning. He drove into you at a steady pace, your soft moans and his grunts mingling together. John grabs a fistful of your hair, twirling it in his hand and pulls your head back.

You met his eyes over your shoulder, ''You gonna start being a good little wife and behave, ay?'' You nodded, lips parting as you push back against him, meeting his rhythm. Your lack of verbal response has him swatting at your ass again.

''Words, love.'' He demands, the hold on your hair bordering on painful.

''Yes... yes.. I promise ah—'' You replied, hips twitching as you felt your orgasm inching closer. John notices and slips one of his hands down your front, finding your clit. The other letting go of your hair to grasp at your hip. Pleasure licks up your spine as John's cock drives into you, faster now, along with his digits rubbing at your swollen bud.

It was almost too good, almost too much.

''You say you promise, but I know you're going to do it again. I'm not an fuckin' muppet. You -thrust-know -thrust-that -thrust- don't you, wife?'' Every word punctuates with his cock kissing your cervix. You cry out as your head bows forward. Soft little sounds slipping out from your lips.

He was being a meanie.

''You gonna cum, hm?'' You bobbed your head in response, feeling too fucked out to give him a proper answer this time. Hoping that was enough for him.

John was nearing his own end, but he was holding himself back. Although you'd been bad, he always made sure you came first.

Soon enough your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, body shaking and twitching. Overwhelmed and starting to turn into jelly as you cry out. John wraps his arm around your waist to make sure you don't fall face-first right onto the ground. ''Easy there, love.''

He mouths at your shoulder blades as he delivers a few more thrusts into you before his own climax comes. John swears ''Fuck.. yeah that’s it, so fucking good....'' as ropes of cum paint the gummy walls of your cunt, his sweat-slicked front molding against your back.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing, the rush of your heartbeat in your ears. You both stay connected as the pleasure was slowly ebbing away, and exhaustion came. John pushes your damp hair to the side, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

''You alright?'' He questions. Despite his roughness just moments ago, he’d still slip in with soft-spoken words.

''Uh huh...'' You lean back against him, trying to catch your breath.

John let out a gruff laugh, ''You’ll go against what I say next time, won’t you?'' You can't help but laugh, the sound light and breathless, tilting your head back to give him a chaste kiss on his jaw.

''I would never. I’m a good wife who listens to her husband.'' You try to sound serious, but you were never really good at hiding what you mean. John raises a brow, the look on your face betraying you as you hold back from smiling.

Because you both knew that it wouldn’t go long before you’d do something like that again.

‘’Cheeky little thing.’’

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

here i'll be putting all the fics in, so it's easier to get to for yall!!

enjoy your stay... freak ^-^

SIMON ''GHOST'' RILEY ✧.*

dbf! simon riley, who ends up getting quite the naughty photo of you accidentally sent to him. cowboy! simon riley, catches you stealing apples from him and ends up giving you a lesson for being a thief. thinking about nurse!reader having Simon being a complete mess as you prod at his wound while jerking him off with your other hand.

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE ✧.*

husband! john price whom told you not to leave the cabin but you never listen, do you?

18+ mdni

dbf! simon riley who ends up getting quite the naughty photo of you accidentally sent to him.

It was a mere slip, something that shouldn't have happened but it did. Simon was never supposed to receive that kind of picture from you, but nevertheless, it ended up on his phone.

His eyes couldn't seem to look away from it, you in your pretty little lingerie set, posing in front of the mirror. Your back is arched, accentuating your plump and round ass, and how your breasts are filling the cups of your bra out so nicely.

Simon wanted to bury himself six feet down for all the thoughts that were swirling in his head about what he'd wanna do to you. The guilt was gnawing at him, but it was slowly losing the battle to the lust.

What the hell am I doing?''

WARNINGS: SMUT!!! (18+) age-gap (the reader is over 18+) p in v (wrap it up peeps) dirty talk, soft dom! logan, has no plot whatsoever, just straight-up filth petnames: baby, sweetheart, angel, darling, etc. fluff at the end. a tad bit of degarding.

WORD COUNT : 2k

Notes: i'm just now realizing how hot hugh jackman is.

Logan Howlett who swore he wouldn't stain a beautiful thing like you. With your sweet smiles, wide eyes, and flushed apple cheeks. He wouldn't, but the allure of you was too tempting.

And a visit to give him a basket of cookies led to something that couldn't be erased. But now, he wasn't sure if he wanted it removed at all.

Here you were, laying sprawled out underneath him, clothes strewn in piles on the floor, only a pair of white lacy panties covering your sweet pussy. God, it made his boxers feel all the tighter like they were suffocating him, literally and figuratively.

''Look at you... so pretty for me, huh?'' He cooed as his large and rough hand came up to grope at your tits, watching as they spilled between the gaps of his fingers. His eyes darkened further at the sight. A whiny moan left your lips as you wriggled underneath him, pushing your chest up, seeking more.

''S'okay... I got you. Gonna make you feel real good, darlin'.'' And you could only manage a whine, unable to form any words, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. Logan tsked at you, head tilting to the side as he looked at you, eyes flickering from your flushed chest back up to your face, ''Haven't even fucked you yet, and your already going dumb?''

You nodded, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth, and Logan practically growled at the sight as his hand moved down, caressing your ribs, over your stomach, fingertips grazing against your belly button before moving lower.

Your breath hitched as he teased at the waistband of your panties, not quite going further and that made you only feel more desperate, and needy. ''These are cute. Did you wear them on purpose?'' He questioned, snapping it against your skin and eliciting a moan from your lips. ''Answer me, pretty angel.''

The nicknames were doing nothing to help the ache between your legs, instinctively making you rub your thighs together. ''Y-Yeah...'' You replied and he hummed.

''Can I take 'em off?'' And you wasted no time in nodding, bobbing your head up and down. God if you weren't so deeply rooted in this, you would've found yourself pathetic. And maybe you were, but you couldn't care less. You just wanted him. Like he was the answer to all your prayers. Someone you wouldn't think twice about listening to or worshipping.

You were a hundred percent sure this man was a God.

''Yeah, yeah please.'' You were quick to say and Logan didn't need more confirmation than that before he shuffled down a bit. His large hands planted on each side of your hips, ''Lift your hips f'me.'' And you did as he said, lifting up a bit from the soft mattress and allowing him to grip onto the material, dragging it down.

And he did it, oh so slowly. Tease.

''Logan...'' You whined as you watched him, how he kept those hazel eyes locked on your own pair as he tugged them down. ''Patience is a virtue.'' And you wanted to roll your eyes at the words as if you hadn't heard those before. You weren't in the mood for patience, not at all.

You just wanted him to fuck you until you could barely think straight.

''I'm not a patient person.'' You muttered as he slid them down to your ankles, before tossing them somewhere on the floor. His eyes met yours once more, ''Figures.'' He chuckles as he moves closer, grabbing underneath your thighs, and spreading your legs.

His eyes feast upon the sight of your glistening and awaiting pussy. His hazel eyes darken a tad as he takes you in. The prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes upon, and he almost feels ashamed for a split second. A man like him, who's brutal and lives within the darkness of his life, seeing something so eternal like you, it feels illegal.

Like you a forbidden fruit he shouldn't even have laid eyes on to begin with. But your voice pulls him from the depths of his mind.

''Something wrong? Am I not—'' He doesn't even let you finish your sentence, because god forbid something as angelic as you get to be insecure about yourself. ''No... no no. Just admiring the pretty sight laid before me.''

And you blush at his words, biting your lip. ''Yeah? Well if it's such a pretty sight, fuck me.'' You tried to sound confident, you really did. But the crack in your voice, the obvious desire yet nervousness was extremely evident.

And Logan was quick to catch onto it, a smirk gracing his lips, spurring the man on leaving any regret or anything like that behind as he dragged you closer to him by your thighs, making you let out a small squeal. ''Oh, I'll fuck you. Gonna make this pussy sing, yeah?''

He had a silver tongue on him, that's for sure. And it only made you wetter, if that was even possible. His hand slid down between your legs, making you shiver as his thick fingers inched closer to where you needed him most. And you spread your legs wider, opening up more for him.

Logan's rough, calloused fingers brushed against your slick folds, feeling the heat radiating from your core. He groaned at the sensation, his own desire rising rapidly. "Fuck, you're so wet for me already, darlin'," he growled, his voice thick with lust.

You whimpered, arching your back as Logan's fingers teased your entrance, not quite entering you but applying delicious pressure. "Please, Logan," you pleaded, your voice breathy and needy. "I need you."

Logan chuckled darkly, his eyes smoldering as he took in the sight of you sprawled out before him, your body on display, your breasts heaving with each shallow breath.

Logan's fingers continued their torturous teasing, circling your entrance without delving inside. He leaned down, his stubble grazing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your legs.

"Patience, sweetheart," he murmured against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers up your spine. "I wanna savor this moment with you. Make it good for you."

You whined, your hands fisting in the sheets beneath you as you tried to arch into Logan's touch. "Logan, please," you begged, your voice high and desperate. "I can't take it anymore. I need you inside me."

Logan hummed, the vibrations traveling through your body. "So impatient," he chided, but there was no real disapproval in his tone. "Alright, darlin', I'll give you what you want."

He got to removing his boxers, and you swore your eyes were about to pop out of their sockets at the sight of him. His cock was so thick, fat, and decorated with veins. He was definitely a god, no going back on that now.

He shifted, positioning himself between your spread legs. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked down at you. "You're fuckin' beautiful like this," he said, his voice low and rough. "Spread out for me, so eager for my cock."

You blushed at his words, but the embarrassment was quickly overshadowed by the desire coursing through your veins. You needed him, needed to feel him inside you, needed to be filled and stretched and claimed by this man who had captured your heart, soul, and body.

Logan reached down, grasping his hard length in his hand. He stroked himself a few times, his eyes never leaving your face. "You ready for me, baby?" he asked, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.

You nodded frantically, your body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," you breathed. "God, yes, Logan. Please, just fuck me already."

Logan chuckled, positioning himself at your entrance. "As you wish," he said, and then he was pushing forward, his thick length sliding into your slick heat inch by inch.

You cried out, your head falling back against the pillow as you felt Logan fill you up. He was so big, stretching you most deliciously, and you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he sank deeper and deeper inside you.

Logan groaned as he felt your tight warm heat envelop him, your walls clenching around his shaft as he bottomed out inside you. "Fuck, darlin'," he grunted, his hips stilling for a moment as he savored the sensation. "You're so fuckin' tight."

You whimpered beneath him, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. "Logan," you gasped, your hips rocking slightly as you adjusted to his size. "You're so big. I can feel you everywhere."

Logan chuckled breathlessly, his forehead pressing against yours as he began to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and rough. "Take my cock. Fuck, you feel so good."

You moaned, your head falling back against the pillow as Logan set a steady rhythm, his hips snapping forward in a way that had him hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with every thrust. "Yes, just like that," you gasped, your legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper.

Logan groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he increased his pace, driving into you harder and faster. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies coming together, the slap of skin on skin, your labored breaths, and needy moans.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last," Logan grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt his orgasm building. "You feel too fuckin' good, darlin'. Gonna fill this pretty pussy up."

You cried out, your body tensing as you felt your own release approaching. "Yes, Logan, yes," you chanted, your nails raking down his back. "Come inside me. I want to feel you come."

With a final, brutal thrust, Logan buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spilled his cum into your awaiting womb. You screamed, your body shaking as your own orgasm crashed over you, your walls clamping down around Logan's shaft, milking him for every last drop.

You stayed like that for a moment, Logan's weight pressing down on you as you both struggled to catch your breath. Finally, he rolled off of you, pulling you into his arms and holding you close.

"That was...'' Logan trailed off, large hand caressing against your back.

''Amazing.'' You finished the sentence for him, head snuggling up against his chest, his chest hair tickling against your cheek. Your legs were still twitching, spasming at the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Logan's chest rumbled with a chuckle, his arm tightening around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his voice a low, satisfied growl. "You're amazing. Fuckin' incredible."

You felt yourself blush at his words, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "You're not so bad yourself," you teased, tilting your head up to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "For an old man."

Logan scoffed, his hand coming up to tickle your side. "Old man? I'll show you who's an old man," he threatened, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I can go again, you know. And again, and again."

You giggled, squirming in his arms as his fingers danced over your ribs. "I'm sure you can," you said, your voice breathless with laughter. "But I think I need a break first. You kind of wrecked me."

Logan's expression softened, his hand stilling on your skin. "Sorry, darlin'," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "I didn't mean to be too rough."

You shook your head, reaching up to cover his hand with your own. "No, it was perfect," you assured him, your eyes locking with his. "I loved every second of it."

Logan's gaze searched your face for a moment as if trying to determine the truth of your words. Whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him, because he leaned down and captured your lips in a slow, deep kiss.

When he pulled back, his eyes were warm and soft, a rare vulnerability shining through. "You're something else, angel," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm fuckin' grateful for it."

Your heart swelled at his words, your own eyes growing misty with emotion. "I'm the lucky one," you whispered, your hand coming up to cup his cheek.

cowboy!simon riley who catches you stealing apples from the apple tree he had grown in the backyard of his house. Pretty sundress swaying in the wind as he stands by the window watching you pluck from the tree, discreetly looking around and making sure no one sees you. but you’re caught, you just have no clue.

cowboy!simon riley who confronts you for stealing his apples a few days later, having you perched over his lap. ''You're a little thief aren't you?'' He lifted your sundress, your plump and round backside coming into view for Simon's dark eyes. You squirm on his lap and he growls as he doesn't warn you about the harsh smack that lands on your ass, making you jolt forward at the impact.

''M'sorry...'' Is all you can manage to say. Simon scoffs as he lands another firm smack to your ass, making you yelp. ''You're sorry, eh? Should've thought about that before you stole, love.''

And he continued abusing your ass until you're a red and crying mess, tears streaming down your face as your ass is as red as those apples you stole. Serves you right doesn’t it?

cowboy!simon riley who stuffs you’re tight cunt full of his thick and throbbing cock, using the slickness of your folds to coat his head before sinking into your awaiting heat. ''So tight… this cunt is swallowing my cock so good.'' he rasps into you're ear as he folds you’re knees, having them pressed up into you're chest as his balls slap against the underside of you're ass.

''Such a good cunt, hm? So obedient. If only the owner of it was as well.'' he clicked his tongue, his thrusts harsh and rough as the tip kissed your cervix. And all you can do is babble and whine as your brain is completely fucked out and mushy.

cowboy!simon riley who fills you to the brim as he comes with a guttural groan as he spills all of his seed inside you, milking you’re gummy walls white. and when he pulls out, he watches his cum seeping out of you're hole, and he can’t have that. You whimper and hiss as he puts two fingers into your hole, collecting his cum and making sure not a single drop goes to waste. 

cowboy!simon riley who simply leaves you there, breathless and flushed and hole filled with his essence. ''Next time I'll use a belt on that pretty little arse of yours.''

And maybe stealing those apples wasn’t such a bad thing after all with the promise of a next time from the hardened cowboy.