Simon Riley Smoking While You Bounce On His Cock, Up And Down, Your Ass Plaps Steadily Against His Lax,

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sugar daddy simon but he doesn’t know how this arrangement actually works so sometimes, in the middle of the night, you get a wire transfer.

you would always send simon a message regarding the recent activity on your account; what once started as, “hi mr. riley, it seems like you have made an incorrect deposit into my account,” turned into, “????” because of how frequent it got.

sometimes, simon has legitimate reasons — “i want to see you tomorrow,” or “i’m taking you to the bahamas this weekend.”

but often, his reason is just — “i’m thinking about you.”

this one makes your heart churn the most, and you insist on returning the money back to him because thinking about you isn’t worth five-thousand pounds directly transferred into your account. but simon insists; says you’re too good for him so you deserve more than he could offer.

(“but i’m a jealous man,” he grunted in your ear when he had you bent over his island. “so yer mine, aren’t y’kid? all mine?”

you moaned out your yes’s, nodding and crying out that no one does it better than him. that no one could ever compare; no one could come close.)

he is… an odd man. you love him, in spite of.

you still remember the first time this whole wiring money happened, and after his comfort and placations, you had at least offered to meet up with him to make his deposit worth more than his thoughts about you, but simon had just…

> Oh. I’m out of the country.

yeah. he’s your strange dork. your beloved daddy.

(you’d kill for him.)

Shameless!John Price Headcanons

now playing: Fly Like an Eagle by Steve Miller Band

After retiring from the military, he settled in the city. Why? He doesn’t know but this is his home, he’s never known much else, despite traveling around the world. Known for helping around the neighborhood, the kids love him, bike broken? John can help. Need some milk? John’s got some you can use. Need a hot meal? John’s made extra. Out of beer? John’s definitely got some in the fridge. Your babysitter bailed? Drop that baby off, the old 50 something year old is there and probably ten times better than the baby sitter you asked for. Mows the lawn either shirtless or in a tank top, cigar in his mouth, gold jesus piece around his neck. Always helping someone out, till they cross him. John will be your worst enemy. Has an old truck that he’s always has to fix and his Harley, Sheila, his baby. Takes care of her just a little less than you.

Loves a good laugh, cuddling on the couch, cool headed. Can be too cool headed in arguments that it’s toxic, but is actually good at apologizing. Probably taking a few college courses to take up time. There are a few paintings around the house that he did himself. Can’t help but want to be in a relationship, even if it’s a one night stand. That is, up until he’s laid his eyes on you. Care taker heart, will handle everything. Remembers everything, has journals upon journals full of self reflection, what’s on his mind, lists.

Tinkering in the garage, 70s & 80s rock blaring. Has probably fucked over half of the milfs in the neighborhood over, a bit of a slut, he likes it like that, avid about safe sex thought. Wasn’t the best father to his son, maybe that’s why he so fucked up. He regrets leaving his son with his mother, he should’ve tried to take more time off, maybe he wouldn’t be such a dickhead. Tries to make up for it, but his son is almost always a no show. Can’t help but let him in when he shows up bloody and broken. He loves his son more than anything. Uses any pet name with you imaginable, curses up a storm, Catholic. A few tattoos, a lot of hidden scars under his hairy body. Total dad bod. Still a bit muscular but he’s out on weight. Always says he’s gonna work out but never does. Can still lift a shit ton. Loves grabbing the back of your neck after smoking, giving you the wettest and sloppiest kiss on the back porch, before throwing you over his shoulder and fucking you slow and deep into his rickety mattress. 

listening to: Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, Eagles, Led Zeppelin, Blue Oyster Cult, Funkadelic, Diana Ross/The Supremes, The Cars, Bon Jovi.

a/n: (Headcanon very loosely inspired by the show Shameless. I won’t be mentioning any characters from the show. Just thought it would be nice to fall in love with a grungy/city type John (an au of sorts))

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