My old man is a bad man but I can't deny the way he holds my hand and he grabs me he has me by my heart he doesn't mind I have a las vegas past he doesn't mind I have a LA crass way about me he loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart swimming pool glimmering darling white bikini off with my red nail polish watch me in the swimming pool bright blue ripples you sittin sippin on your black cristal yeah light of my life fire of my loins be a good baby do what I want light of my life fire of my loins gimme them gold coins gimme them coins and I'm off to the races cases of bacardi chasers chasin me all over town cause he knows I'm wasted facin time again at rikers island and I won't get out because I'm crazy baby I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet starlet singin in the garden kiss me on my open mouth ready for you my old man is a tough man but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam and he shows me he knows me every inch of my tar black soul he doesn't mind I have a flat broke down life in fact he says he thinks it's what he might like about me admires me the way I roll like a rolling stone likes to watch me in the glass room bathroom chateau marmont slippin on my red dress puttin on my makeup glass room perfume cognac lilac fumes says it feels like heaven to him light of his life fire of his loins keep me forever tell me you own me light of your life fire of your loins tell me you own me gimme them coins and I'm off to the races cases of bacardi chasers chasin me all over town cause he knows I'm wasted facin time at rikers island and I won't get out because I'm crazy baby I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet starlet singin in the garden kiss me on my open mouth yo I'm off to the races laces leather on my waist is tight and I am falling down I can see your face is shameless cipriani's basement love you but I'm going down god I'm so crazy baby I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving I'm your little harlot starlet queen of coney island raisin hell all over town sorry bout it my old man is a thief and I'm gonna stay and pray with him til the end but I trust in the decision of the lord to watch over us take him when he may if he may I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him who else is gonna put up with me this way I need you I breathe you I'll never leave you they would rue the day I was alone without you you're lying wit your gold chain on cigar hangin from your lips I said hon you never looked so beautiful as you do now my man and we're off to the races places ready set the gate is down and now we're going in to las vegas chaos casino oasis honey it is time to spin boy you're so crazy baby I love you forever not maybe you are my one true love you are my one true love
You are my one true love
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geto and thigh highs 👙🍋🟩
geto who goes mute when he sees you in thigh highs.
poor boy nearly dies , face visibly flushed as you sit so prettily for him on the edge of your guy’s bed, body covered in a skimpy outfit and lacy thigh highs.
he crawls atop of you, taking the phone out of your hands and making you face him. he fidgets at the soft fabric, groping the soft fat of your thighs squeezed by the sock.
“suguru.. stop it..” you writhe underneath his perverted touches.
“where d’ya think you’re going like this baby? hm?”
“was just gonna meet up with some friends, sugu.”
“mm, i don’t think so.”
“ what ? why not.! “
he pulls his body off of yours, sat in between your thighs with your legs dangling over his. he pulls up your shirt, revealing your soft tummy and a great sliver of your tits, causing you to squeal in surprise.
“eek— stop it you perv..!”
“oh baby, i’ll show you ‘perv.’ ”
his arm comes down to lift your leg over his shoulder, leaving soft bites along the fat of your thigh. his kisses draw lower, fingers tracing against the lace of your thigh once again. he refuses to break his eye contact, nothing could beat watching your cute face, he thinks.
“lay still honey, you’re squirmin’ too much.”
“s-sorry!”
he grins, head lowering towards your panty clad cunt. he lifts up your skirt, pressing kisses into the slicked up patch accompanied by non-stop gropes to your body.
“y’look so fuckin’ pretty, so fuckin’ pretty with these thigh highs on. my girl.”
you let out a moan of pleasure at his honey words, surely he would pick it up as a ‘thank you.’ you accidentally buck your hips towards his face, eager to let the man take action.
“heh, baby wants me here?”
he pulls the panty aside by a single finger, his tongue taking a long stripe of your slicked up cunt. he feels you throb against him, pressing another feverent kiss onto the bare flesh.
“baby’s so desperate. y’want it? want suguru to make you feel sooo good?”
“p-please—, please…”
“oh sweet girl.” he laughs, tongue dipping into the sweetness of your cunt.
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Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley Cuddling You 🧸
this is not about dominant tough simon riley, this is about sweet precious baby boy simon riley :3
this is my response to @paper-r-i-n-g-s-and-c-r-o-w-n’s request (here) and the link they included! thank u for being my first request loviee
Simon Riley absolutely loves to be babied when you cuddle him.
Scary Simon. Soldier Simon. 6’4", jacked Simon, walking around the base in his skull mask, scaring anyone who doesn’t know better shitless. To the enemy, he’s like an urban legend - once you realise that he’s there, it’s too late.
And that’s the image that he likes to keep - he grew up tough, and he refuses to be anything but tough. He might be nice now but he wouldn’t hesitate to blow your brains out if you double-crossed him.
That is, until he met you. It was hard to get him to open up at first, with his reluctance to be anything but casually terrifying, and his fear that he would get too attached, just in time for you to leave. But after 6 months together, he’s finally comfortable, and you’ve discovered his soft spot for being praised like a baby.
"Aww…" you coo, stroking his grown-out buzzcut, as he lays on your chest, "my sweet boy." His broad body is holding you down to the bed, and you know you wouldn’t be able to escape from under him if you wanted to. But you don’t mind, after all, it’s sweet to see him like this. With his face pressed into your neck, one strong arm around your waist and the other around your torso, he mumbles softly.
You press soft kisses into the top of his head as you rub his back - he’s been training all day and he’s so tired. :( Poor baby, he really needs you to hold him. His shoulders are sore and as you rub them gently he lets out a little whine, nuzzling his face further into the crook of your neck.
"Mmm," he groans, his voice muffled against your skin.
"Oh, baby…" you pull those hands back up to cradle him to you, "are you okay, sweet boy?"
"Tha’ hurts," he mumbles. He’s not very talkative when he’s like this, he just wants to be held.
"Sorry," you kiss the top of his head apologetically, "is my poor baby sore from training?" He groans as you call him that, nodding in response as he breathes in your scent.
"Speak up for me, sweetheart" you coo.
"’M sore from training."
"Who’s sore..?"
"Me."
"N what’re you, honey..?" you stroke his hair softly, like he’s a precious teddy bear.
"Your baby," he mumbles.
"Good boy." Just a few months ago, Simon would have been mortified by the interaction, but you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, cuddling up to you like he’s a cat and you’re a heating pad. He is a good boy, and he deserves some comfort after working so hard. 💗💗💗
(my other - nsfw - story about pathetic simon here)
i hope this is what you asked for! i hope it doesn’t come off as too pathetic but also i love writing (and thinking about) sweet pathetic simon. <3 like omg
if anyone knows who made the render then lmk so that i can credit! i wasn’t sure who the name on the image referred to
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