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Light On - single mom/neighbor fic - reader POV - cw: grief Simon Riley/female reader

"Breathe, honey. Try to take a deep breath for me."

Simon is frantic, cradling your face in his hands, pulling away your own to try to look in your eyes, his own wide with horror, worry.

This isn't fair. This isn't right. This is confusing.

"I- I'm sorry." You sob, because it's the only thing you can say, the only thing he can think of, and he shakes his head like he disagrees with you.

"No, no. Sorry for what?" You can't make it make sense, to him, in your own head, and when you try to talk, nothing comes out but a broken cry. "Shhh. You're alright. Just breathe." He tries to soothe you, and it only makes you cry harder, sob welling in your chest. "Are you hurt?"

"No!" you protest. "No, you didn't... I'm not... I-"

"Okay, okay. Hey, look at me sweetheart. I'm right here, I've got you." He coos, still holding you, wiping your tears, keeping you close. "You're okay." You bury your face in his chest, letting him wrap you up, cuddle you close, all while your mind spins and spirals, heart aching like it's been broken all over again. This wasn't supposed to happen. You're not supposed to feel this way. You're supposed to be happy. Aren't you happy?

"I'm sorry." You whisper when you find your voice, and he hums a raspy rebuttal. "No, I... you don't deserve this, to be saddled with this, a-" A widow, and a baby. An emotional basket case. A burden.

"Stop." He looks down at you with sincerity, severe certainty in his eyes, and you gulp at the intensity, shuddering when his lips graze your skin gently. "I don't deserve you, sweetheart. I know that for sure, but not in the way you're thinking right now. I'm not being saddled with anything."

"You don't understand." You shake your head.

"Then tell me." He encourages. "Tell me. I'll listen." He caresses your cheek, touch gentle and caring, devoted, and you close your eyes.

"Okay."

Simon makes you a cup of tea. When he returns to press it into your hands, you're sitting up in bed, donning one of the t shirts you found on the floor.

"Is that my shirt?" He asks, cocking his head, and you nod bashfully, lip tucked between your teeth. "Looks good on you." You reach for the mug with shaking hands, trying to take a deep breath and collect your thoughts. "Take your time." He murmurs. "I'm here. We've got all night." He's not going to want you anymore, once he realizes. Once you tell him how you feel, what you're thinking. You shake the thoughts free, trying to banish them. He said you could tell him. You trust him. You can do this. Just be honest.

"Emmaline's dad died the week we found out we were pregnant." You whisper, unable to look at him. "It was a housing fire, big building. Like this one." You take a sip, watching the way his fingers sit lax in the bed, close enough to touch you, but giving you space. "There was a power surge, or something. Half the city lost electricity and he got called in. It wasn't unusual, he was a Lieutenant, and they're responsible for a crew, a truck. I thought... I thought I'd just go to bed, wake up in the morning, and he'd be there next to me. Like always, on big calls."

"But he wasn't."

"He wasn't. Instead, his Engineer, and his Captain, were at my door with his helmet in their hands." You bite down on your tongue, fruitlessly stalling the tears and the breakdown that's fighting it's way up your throat. "I loved him so much." As soon as you say it, your voice breaks, vision going blurry, and Simon reaches for you, holding your free hand, stroking a thumb across your knuckles. "I haven't been... I haven't been with anyone, since then."

"Oh, sweetheart." You set the tea down on the table next to the bed, pulling air in through your nose as much as you can, trying to regulate your heart rate, your breathing.

"I thought I knew what love was." You whisper, peeking up at him, soft brown eyes watching you patiently. "But this... feels different. It feels like... more. And that... that makes me feel like I'm betraying him. Like I'm dishonoring the love we shared. I feel guilty, and awful, like I'm doing something wrong." You close your eyes, losing your control, your battle, lower lip trembling with a sob. It tumbles out of you, hoarse and raw, everything falling away as you cry. There's a knife, in your chest, in your heart, twisting and sawing and stabbing, and it hurts, it hurts so badly, the sharp ache only soothed when Simon pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest, hand smoothing up and down your spine.

"Sh-shhh." He's settled you into his lap completely now, legs and hips and entire body, wrapped up tight, safe and secure. A small amount of tension sags away from your frame, relieved that he's not running, white hot guilt and grief and still burning in the pit of your stomach. "You're not doing anything, anything, wrong, sweetheart." He thumbs at a tear on your cheek. "It's natural to feel grief like this, it's normal. But you're not betraying him, or your marriage. He'll always be a part of you, and Emmaline." He's rocking you, murmuring softly above your ear, and you relax more, letting him calm you, put you back together piece by piece, your tears starting to slow, your chest rising and falling at a more regular pace. "I want to tell you something." He says after a while, once it's been quiet for a few minutes. You nod, trying to encourage him. "My mum is gone." You push off from him, looking up into his eyes. They're sad, and you see grief in them, despair, but also a deep depth of love. "She taught me how to cook, when I was a young lad. Always told me it would come in handy, when I fell in love." He takes a deep breath, burying his face in your neck for a second before coming back up for air. "She never got to see that, me with someone else. In love. And for years, I thought I disappointed her, let her down, even in death."

"Simon." You whisper, heart breaking apart all over again for the pain that's embedded across his face, the torment that bleeds from his expression.

"But, ever since I met you- I've thought, maybe she's lookin' out for me. That she's somewhere, out there, still bein' my mum. Sending me angels." He blinks, lashes wet, the tear that drips down your face mirroring his own. "Sending you, and Emma. And maybe your husband, is doing the same." You close your eyes, remembering the first time you ever saw Simon, on the roof, handsome in the morning light, even though he seemed so exhausted. You remember the way he held Emmaline, the first time he gave her a bottle, your little baby so at home in his giant arms, safe and cuddled against his chest like she just fit there. When he came to your rescue in the park, scary enough to make every scatter but all you felt was safety. The first time he kissed you, on his patio in the snow. And tonight, when he promised to give you everything, when he held you, made love to you, promised to take care of you. Your heart races in your chest, fingers clutching onto him, holding as tight as you can.

"Am I your angel, Simon Riley?" You wondered aloud with wide eyes, leaning into him, nose to nose. He kisses you, face wet with tears, voice hoarse when he answers.

"You're mine, as I'm yours, sweetheart."

ceo!price begging you to let him sack you so you can become his little housewife whilst he’s in the middle of mating pressing you. legs up on his shoulders, his sweaty forehead sticking to yours as he’s rutting in you all leisurely,

“please, love. let me get rid of you…you don’t need it anymore, come live here with me. fuck— i’ll make you the happiest.”

simon returns from his vacation leave smelling like strawberries and couture-perfumes. his short nails are manicured, tacked on with little black flame designs. he looks a whole lot refreshed, dewy skin and well-rested.

“girlfriend?” johnny asks, trying his best not to curl his nose at the foreign scent. it’s not like everyday they get to have a whiff of strawberry shortcake, anyways.

simon sighs, wistful and dopey. “girlfriend,” he agrees.

johnny could almost hear a heart emoji tacked on the lieutenant’s croon.

oh, wow simon is too far gone.

good for him, actually.

I cant…I CANT FUCKING DO THIS.

THE WAY YOU WRITE SIMON HAS ME HOWLING AF THE MOON. I WANT TO CHASE THIS MAN AROUND LIKE A SLAVERING HOUND.

t…the begging…THE PRAISE - I would wear this man’s hand around my neck like a CHAIN ALL DAY, ALL NIGHT IDC.

it’s dirty, it’s filthy. It’s raw, it’s emotional. DARE I SAY ROMANTIC. This man…this man has taken over my life - I want Simon, esp your version of Simon.

Simon Riley knew he was a large man, knew his cock was anything but small, but seeing just how much it buldged from being so deep in your pretty little throat had Simon’s ego skyrocketing.

His eyes never left your neck, watching it intently as his thick length slid it and out of your throat. He felt his cock twitch as you gagged around it slightly, and it took everything in him not to cum right then and there.

“Such a good girl for me, love.” He praised, watching as tears began to prick the corners of your eyes. “Always so good for me, taking all of me inside of that pretty throat of yours.”

You let out a soft moan around Simon’s length, your eyes fluttering shut as his cock slid down your throat once more. You loved when he let you please him like this- he hardly ever let you take care of him.

Simon groaned as he felt you gag around him again, the sounds of your wet mouth and throaty moans filling the air, causing Simon to quicken his pace ever so slightly.

Simon’s hand drifted from your hair, and settled firmly on your neck, his fingers wrapping around the soft flesh. He let out a growl as he felt his cock through your skin, the feeling causing Simon to go feral. “Fuck.”

He was completely transfixed. Both seeing and feeling himself in your throat was sending him over the edge, and Simon burned this moment to memory.

Simon felt the familiar burn in his stomach, a clear sign his orgasm was rapidly approaching. His hold on your throat tightened, and his thrusts began to grow sloppy as he desperately chased his high.

He looked down on your face, and felt his cock twitch at the sight. You had tears running down your cheeks, your makeup was a mess, and your pretty eyes were latched onto his. You were a fucking sight for him.

“Fuck, baby girl. Please let me cum, yeah? You gonna be a good girl and let me cum?” His tone was gentle, desperate.

As if you could ever say no to him, not when he asked so nicely..

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A/N: this is filth, filth, filth -excuse my Simon kink posts. As always keep hitting me with more kinks🙈

vampire!ghost who can’t control himself once he’s got a taste of your blood.

you taste just as sweet as you look and he just can’t help himself. not when your hands fist in his hair in a weak attempt to pry his fangs from your neck. he only stops when he notices the fight has left your body and you lie limply in his arms.

he feels sick, he doesn’t know what comes over him. he loves you so much - swears that despite being a monster that he would never hurt you. he avoided for you for so long for this very reason. unless price is around his mind is a war zone and all he can think about his how you smell, how you would taste, the sight of your lithe body writhing under his. what makes him feel the worst is he knows that once you wake up and see his sullen face, you’ll forgive him. you’re so used to being hurt and brutalized by those who claim to love you that you’ll forgive his display of violence.

even after death, trapped in this hellish eternal life simon riley was destined to be a killer. loving him was a guaranteed death sentence.

Dick Grayson and his eras

Experimenting with my style and colors again, idk I'm kinda really enjoying rendering portraits lately)

thinking about simon’s body getting softer as years go on since he’s retired ): he’s still so muscular but the hard ridges and dips of his body are now smooth and curved.

his body softening as his days now consist of raising his kids and helping you out around the house.

he’d never say it out loud but he’s grown a bit insecure, his body isn’t the same as it once was. it’s not the same as it had been when you first met.

he didn’t understand how your eyes still simmered with desire when you looked at him. but he liked it all the same. his skin prickling under your attention and he’d subconsciously flex his muscles when doing something around the house, his muscles still bulging but now smoother.

your hands are all over him, telling him how good he looks and he doesn’t get it. his body is not in it’s “prime” anymore and it just doesn’t make sense.

it doesn’t make sense how your fingers press gently into his stomach and you begin to whine, greedily gripping at any inch of skin you could touch. pulling him closer as you sink to your knees and press kisses to his soft stomach. your tongue licking down the faint happy trail he has.

“you’re so pretty, baby.”

a soft grunt falls from his mouth, the protest on his tongue but your face is nuzzling against his cock. pushing down his sweats and boxers, licking and biting at his thick thighs and the words fall from his mind.

all he’s focused on now is how your mouth is on his cock, moaning softly as you take him deeper into your mouth while your fingers grip at his thighs, then move up to his stomach, slowly raking your fingers against his soft abdomen.

soft grunts falling from simon’s mouth before you release him from your mouth, climbing into his lap to roll your hips against his.

he can barely hear what you’re saying. he doesn’t have time to be insecure with how exposed he is to you because you’re looking at him like he’s the most delicious thing in the world.

you look drunk off of him and his body buzzes with something warm.

“say it, simon.”

“say wh’t, doll?” and his words come out as more of a whine because you begin to sink down onto his cock.

“say you’re pretty.”

his skin burns with embarrassment, his eyes glued to where you swallow down his cock. your hips rocking against his as your fingers continue to trail over his body.

“cmon baby, say it.”

and the conviction in your voice caused his stomach to tighten, feeling his cock pulse inside of you as you kissed at his chest, and shoulder, and throat.

“my pretty boy.”

he’d deny it if you ever brought it up again, but the moan ripped out of his throat before he could stop himself.

the words jumbled as his hips stuttered when he came, “yeah-fuck! m’your pretty boy.”

when i wake up christmas morning and jason todd isn’t under my christmas tree, oiled up, with a rose toy in one hand and a ball gag in his other hand…what are we going to do then…..? what’s the backup plan?

GAZ DAY IS THE BEST DAY <3

Gaz def holds his gf’s hand while plowing into her like a bat out of hell. trying to ask her how it feels and telling her she’s doing so good but she’s so cockdrunk he only gets incoherent babbles.

i need this man so bad it’s not fair.

(afab!reader, mdni 18+)

gaz day is every day if we truly believe it so in our hearts

he's got you in missionary while giving you slow, deep thrusts. cooing softly in your ear and giving you kisses all over. it feels like too much even though he gives you a couple of thrusts at a time. grinds his hips flush into you every time they meet and pulls back to do it again.

"takin' me so well, darling," he whispers into your ear. he sets a trail of kisses up and down the sides of your neck, sucking a couple marks into you as well. he grins when your legs twitch around his hips and lock behind his back. makes his dick lodge just a little deeper into your pussy. "how's it feel for you, baby?"

"mmm," you can only moan out. an amused chuckle makes it out of him and he keeps going. trails his hands up to yours where they're gripping the sheets above your head. runs his hands up your arms to gently grab at your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours. you pant when he grips your hands. you moan out again and feel his smirk against your skin. "kyle!"

"yes, baby? tell me what you're feeling," he grunts against you. starts to pick up the pace and presses your hands into the sheets a little harder when his pace gets rougher. "c'mon, use those big girl words."

"feels... good, kyle. mmmh, feels so good."

he gives you another kiss before pulling back just a little so he has better leverage to keep fucking into you. his hips are a lot heavier into you and pulls the air right out off you. makes your eyes roll back and head go even fuzzier. he takes this as a good sign. since if you still have words to talk then he ain't fucking you right. needs to fuck you better.

kyle huffs and bites his lip so he can start fucking into you more strongly.

"feels good, hm?" he tries. grins at you ferally when you can't come up with a proper response to him. just moaning back at him whenever he asks you questions. you babble back at him but he keeps interrupting you by slamming himself deep into your pussy.

"mmmh," is all you can manage. he smirks now, angles his hips so he mixes his cock well into your sloppy pussy. makes sure to drag it aagainst that spongy spot to make your body spasm. your pussy squeezes down on him so tight that it has kyle groaning and plowing into you faster.

"'bout to feel a lot better soon."

FWB!Keegan. That's it. That's the post.

YES. RAHHHHH

FWB!Keegan is a fucking giving lover. It started as a mutual agreement on a drunken night, both of you having pent-up sexual frustration and needing someone to release it on. What could go wrong on sleeping with your best friend of years, right?

FWB!Keegan puts his whole focus on making you feel good and finding out what you like, trying his best to make it feel as good for you as it is for him. He tries not to be too rough unless you're into it, but he sometimes has very rough and stressful days and needs someone to release it on :( if you let him, he'd be going all out, hair pulling, face slapping, spitting and rough penetration. This man is NASTY when it comes to fucking you rough.

FWB!Keegan LOVES sloppy blowjobs. The man is an absolute pig when it comes to it, feeling all your sticky saliva over his crotch, running down his balls and staining your face simply makes him even harder, both hands on the sides your cheeks as he uses your throat to jerk himself off.

FWB!Keegan is surprisingly not that closed off with you. Sure, the man is reserved, but you've been friends for years, he doesn't have a reason to be closed off. He stays with you after sex even if only for a few hours, cuddling up to you and helping you clean up the mess he leaves on your face and pussy every. single. time.

FWB!Keegan knows when you've been with someone even if he's away on deployments for months, and he fucks you extra good to make you forget about anyone else. It's not jealousy. Fuck no. Of course not, he's simply showing you no other man can ever compare.

Simon sleeps best when your head is on his heart, knowing his heartbeat lulls you to sleep most nights. Your arm on his chest, the other tucked underneath your side and your leg thrown across his hip - no matter how bony you say it is. “You have no cushion there, Si,” you always say, “You need to eat more. They don’t feed you enough when you’re working anyway.”

His head is either back on his pillow, eyes staring at the ceiling or he’s looking at you. Baby monitor on his side of the bed, wanting you to take more rest. I’ll be awake anyway, he says. Damned sleep schedule, he says. He’s asleep ten minutes after you are.

He sleeps second best when his head is settled on your stomach. Hands cradling your lower back, eyes drooping as the TV hums from across the room. Your fingers in his hair, your body wash lingers on your skin. He rubs his cheek a bit on your stomach, just to make you smell like him.

He sleeps the third best with the dog pile - Mellie on his chest when you finally allow her to sleep in the bed, Winnie tucked into his side in a ball, and your head on his shoulder and hand gently settled on his belly button - near Mellie’s socked feet.

He doesn’t sleep much when he’s far from home, far from the woolen blankets, loud laughs and soft cries. He can’t rest when you aren’t beside him, holding him through the nightmares and the dreams that make him cry silent tears. He doesn’t sleep well without knowing his home is safe, that his girls are asleep soundly - whether they’re in his bed or their own, all three of his Riley girls are safe and sound.

That’s all he’ll ever care about.

simon would spend forever reminding you that life is worth living even through all the pain and heartache <3

simon pulls you tighter into his arms and wipes gently at the stray tears on your face. your sobs have quieted into small sniffles and the warmth of simon’s embrace was slowly soothing the ache in your soul.

“‘s not gonna always feel this way my love. if i could take away all the pain you know i would.”

your boyfriend’s words reassure you and you close your eyes tightly and will yourself to believe him. it wasn’t going to always be this hard. you weren’t going to always feel like there was a sadness permeating your essence.

you feel the warmth tips of his fingers stroke your cheek and you open your eyes slowly and blink owlishly at him. staring into his eyes you saw a love so fierce that even after all these years it still shook you to your core. you know simon, know how he doesn’t give very much emotion to much in his life, so you’re honored that he loves you - and that he loves you so wholeheartedly.

your despair was a constant lately, but so was his love. you knew that as long as he was breathing you were always going to be loved. as daunting as that sounded it also made your heart skip a beat.

there was nothing that could compare to being loved by simon riley.

I think about this fic every single night I swear to God.

ITS SO GOOD I CANT, THE TAUNTING AND THE PRAISING IM LOSING MY MIND ITS SO FREAKY AND HOT, GLOSSY WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THIS?!?! ITS SO DESCRIPTIVE TOO USHY GUSHY

I’m ovulating - i need Gaz so bad.

Gaz dosent know what he likes to see more in your pussy. His cock, his fingers, his tongue or your favorite vibrator 🫠

bloody shame ; kyle garrick

warnings/tags: fem american reader, smut smut smut, best friends to lovers, obsessive best friend gaz, squirting, overstimulation. italics = fantasies.

word count: 3.2k

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Kyle’s palms stung as his calloused skin rubbed against the metal pull-up bar. He huffed as he pulled himself up, holding himself up for a few moments before slowly lowering himself down.

Pull up, hold, lower down. Up and down. Up and down. Again and again, working his way through his long set of pull-ups. Once he hit his last pull-up, he let himself land on his feet with a gentle thud.

He was walking over to the bench press station when he heard the doors to the gym push open. He looked at the reflection on the mirrored walls in front of him to see you and Soap walk in, both dressed in standard training gear.

His chocolate brown eyes automatically trailed up and down your figure, drinking in every detail and feature. He loved how that compression shirt perfectly hugged your curves and accentuated your breasts, all while showing off your muscles. He loved how your leggings hugged your waist and how the fabric smoothed over your legs like butter.

All Gaz could think of when he saw you wearing those leggings that hugged you perfectly, is how he wanted to grab you by your hips and bend you over. He wanted to hear your little shocked yelp as he pulls you against him, gripping you by your plump curves. He could imagine your eyes widen just a fraction as you look back at him, your eyes peering up at him through your lashes. He wanted to yank your leggings down your waist, revealing your white thong and your soft skin that he ached to grab and squeeze. He wanted to palm your soft flesh with his calloused hands, before bringing his hand down in a spank, letting the skin become sore under his touch.

He wanted to grind himself up against your clothed cunt, feeling you all warm up against his dick. He wanted to pull your panties to the side, ridding you of that flimsy fabric and revealing your already soaked pussy. He wanted to let the head of his cock graze your lips, teasing you with the smallest bit of contact. He could just imagine you whine and wiggle back against his cock, begging for more.

“So desperate, doll. Love seein’ you like this, all wet for me.”

“Please, Gaz,” He could imagine you whining, looking back at him. “Please touch me.”

He was brought out of his fantasies by Soap’s incredulous voice hitting his ears.

“So yer’ tellin’ me, it’s common in the states for ladies to fake it?” He overheard Soap ask, his Scottish voice filtering through Gaz’s headphones that had paused after a song.

Gaz’s brows furrowed as he picked up a dumbbell in each hand, ears perked up as he unintentionally eavesdropped on your conversation with Soap.

What in the hell.

He watched as you failed to stifle a laugh, hinting at your own surprise at the subject. Or at least, your surprise at Soap’s nonchalance on the matter.

“Past the TMI stage, are we?” You joke.

Kyle started lifting the dumbbells, alternating between arms and grunting with each lift up. He couldn’t help but look at the two of you through the mirrors reflection in front of him, curious as to where the conversation was going.

How the hell did the two of you get to that topic?

He watched as Soap brought his thermos up to his mouth, taking a swig of water and you standing next to him, sanitizing the machine you were about to use.

Kyle saw you laugh a bit, almost humorlessly, as you looked up at Soap through your lashes.

“You have no idea.” You shoot back with a roll of your eyes, moving to sit on the machine.

At the tone of your voice, Kyle made a noise of indignation deep in his throat. You sounded way too familiar with the subject of faking an orgasm.

“Speaking from experience, aye?” He heard Soap quip, only half serious as he didn’t expect you to take the bait.

No, you couldn’t have possibly faked your—

“Again, you have no idea.”

Gaz’s eyes widened.

No way. Kyle’s arms falter from pure surprise as he lifts the weights.

He saw Soap cough on his water, just as taken aback as Gaz was by your insinuation.

“What, don’t tell me you’ve had to fake it?” Johnny asks.

Gaz’s brown eyes dart right back to you.

“Okay, I won’t tell you that.” You have a sarcastic quip, uncapping your thermos.

No fucking way.

(….)

That’s how you ended up here.

In Gaz’s quarters, in his bed.

With your knees pushed up against your chest and his cock buried inside your cunt. Your head thrown back against his pillows and his face buried in your neck, mouth already marking you up.

“Fuck,” He grunts against your skin, leaving wet open mouthed kisses as he spoke. The sound of his hips slapping against your skin mixed with the sound of your moans.

He couldn’t help himself as he drank in your squirming form trapped beneath him, all sweaty and on display for him. He commits every detail to memory. Every mark and scar and curve that decorated your body, every inch that he had been so desperate to see for so long. Now, he was finally seeing it. And he couldn’t get enough.

He couldn’t get enough of how your brows knit together and your eyes scrunched shut because you were so overtaken by the raw pleasure. When your mouth wasn’t hanging open and letting whines fall out, you were biting your bottom lip in an effort to muffle your noises of desperation.

When he notices you trying to silence yourself, he angles his hips to hit that spot just right and brings one hand down to rub at your swollen clit. That’s a fool proof way to get you choking on a sharp cry of pleasure.

He couldn’t get enough of your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your nipples just aching to be sucked on and tweaked.

He couldn’t get enough of how your legs spasm and twitch as he thrusts into you, your muscles unable to control themselves as they contract. No matter how much you squirm though, he just holds your legs steady — with a firm grip right in the crook of your knees. His soft yet calloused hands squeezing the supple flesh of your leg, his thumbs tracing small circles on your skin.

He couldn’t get enough of how fucking wet you were, how wet noises filled the room while he rutted into you. He couldn’t get enough of how you were squeezing him so fucking tight, so fucking warm.

He just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Oh my god,” You moan, feeling that knot in your stomach wind tighter and tighter with every thrust of his hips. You couldn’t fucking believe it. Not even a full round into it with your best friend, your Gaz, and you were already closer to the edge than you ever were with any of your exes.

Even using a toy didn’t feel this good.

“Can’t believe you didn’t come to me for help.” Gaz mutters into your ear, angling his hips at a new, cruel angle. One that had you choking on air, your hands working to clutch him impossibly closer as his breath fanned hot against your skin.

“Gaz, fuck—,” Your cries of pleasure would be cut off by a moan as his mouth latched onto your nipple. His tongue lapping across the sensitive bud and moaning around it, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure.

“Bet that feels good, huh? Better than any of those other blokes you fooled around with? Yeah, that’s right.”

Moans and whines echoed throughout his room as his hips thrust inside your warmth, your face contorted in pleasure and your hands clutching at his broad back to ground you in reality. Your nails dug into his skin, dragging and leaving stripes across his back.

“You know where I am, doll. Coulda fixed this problem a long time ago.” He all but growled into your ear, feeling you squeeze around him so fucking warm and tight and perfect.

“Hm? Why didn’t you just come to me? Why didn’t you get your best friend to help you?” He asks, as if he wasn’t forcing an orgasm out of you right now. As if you could respond in any capacity.

He glances over at your blissed out face and his lips break out into a smirk.

“Please, please,” you whine, not even knowing what you were begging for.

“Oh, yeah? Feels that good, huh?” He croons in your ear, his pace never slowing as he thrusts inside your soaking pussy. Brown eyes burning into your face as moans poured from your lips and tears streaked down your cheeks. “Poor baby. Can’t even fuckin’ talk.”

Every second he was buried in your cunt and filling you so deep inside, you felt yourself grow closer to the edge. Your toes curled and your legs twitched as they were pushed up against your chest.

“But I asked you a question, love. And I expect an answer. Why didn’t you come to me?” Gaz grounds out, punctuating each word of his question with a hard thrust. Soaking up every whimper and whine and moan you let out.

When you still didn’t give him a sufficient answer, besides your mindless babbling, Kyle grips your jaw and forces you to look at him. Your eyes shoot open, all wide and glossy as you have no choice but to hold his gaze while he fucks you. “Hmm?” His eyes boring into yours, savoring your teary eyed fucked out expression as you willed yourself to form a coherent response.

“I didn’t— fuck,” You cut yourself off with a moan, “I didn’t think that was an option. I didn’t think you liked me—”

Your explanation was cut off by him closing the short distance between you and crashing his lips down to yours. Your eyes widened but you quickly melted into him as the head of his cock kept hitting that spot that made your toes curl. He swallowed any moans and whines as he forced his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you so wholly and completely. The kiss was messy and passionate, full of unspoken feelings and building tension that had finally come to a breaking point.

With each whine and moan that Gaz pulled from you, he smirked against your lips. Those noises only pushed him to make you cum even faster.

“You have no. Fuckin’. Idea.” He all but growls against your mouth, nipping your lip as his hips thrust cruelly with every emphasized word. “No fuckin’ clue how much I like you. How much I love you.” Your brows knit together at his muttered words, so taken aback by his confession that you were half convinced you had imagined it. That you had conjured it up amongst the fog that filled your head.

“But I’ll make sure you know.” Was all he murmured against your lips, eyes flitting open to drink you in. He sneaks the hand that was holding your jaw, all the way down your stomach and between your legs. His fingers quickly find their place on the swollen bundle of nerves that was your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud furiously as he kept thrusting. He could feel the itch of his curls brush up against his hand and your juices drenching the hair and creating a seal around the base of his cock.

He found himself rushing toward his own orgasm right as yours crashed over you, letting out a guttural curse as he came inside you, his cock spurting ropes of cum into your warm cunt. He watched your face contort in even deeper pleasure as you felt his warmth flood your pussy, mixing with your own juices.

It didn’t take long at all for you to cry out into Kyle’s mouth, feeling him grin against your lips. He pushes past his own sensitivity and grinds hard into your cunt, his fingers still rubbing your clit as you squirt all over his cock, squeezing him for all he was worth.

“There you go. Just like that.”

(….)

He was far from finished at showing you how much pleasure you’ve been missing out on.

Only a mere few minutes had passed since you came around his cock before he had moved down your body and found his home between your legs once more.

Your heart was pounding as you came down from your high, your chest heaving and your eyelids weighing heavy. Your mind was fuzzy and clouded, and your cunt was throbbing and pulsing.

Your legs were shaking, feeling so sensitive and boneless — so when you felt his gentle hands prying your thighs apart, your legs jolted. Your breath hitched and your eyes shot open to see Gaz’s head buried between your slick covered thighs.

You could already feel his breath fanning your sensitive pussy. “Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy.”

As soon as you felt his hands grab your hips and pull you down his bed, you scrambled to get away from his mouth. Your cunt was still throbbing and your legs were still weak, making it almost pointless to squirm away from his touch. Your legs that felt like jelly were no match for his strong grip, his arms full with corded muscle built from years of training.

“Kyle,” You whine, eyes glossy as you look down at him, “ ‘M so sensitive.”

His eyes crinkle at the edges as he grins, looking up at you from between your legs. His arms snake around your thighs, keeping you anchored for him and leaving your cunt on display.

Just how he likes it.

He looks up at you through his lashes while he bites at your thigh, savoring the gasp that falls from your lips. Then he sucks that bit of soft, warm skin into his mouth, forming a suction in favor of a future hickey.

“Oh, I know, baby.” He croons, voice sickly sweet, brown eyes peering up at you as he hikes your legs over his shoulders. You yelp as he pulls you impossibly close to his waiting mouth. Your hands find purchase in the sheets below you, fisting the fabric in an effort to ground you in reality.

“But you’ve never had anyone eat this pussy like you deserve, huh? I just know you haven’t.” He lowers his face down to your dripping cunt, the juices of your cum mixing with his. “Such a shame, doll. Bloody shame… for this pretty pussy to go neglected. To not be absolutely worshipped.” He traces your slippery folds with two gentle fingers, spreading your juices up and down your slit, before using those fingers to part your folds and revealing your cunt all spread out and ready for him. You gasp with every touch and trace of his delicate fingers.

“So that’s what I’m gonna do. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” Is all he said before diving into your soaked pussy.

He was messy and unabashed, with no care for how loud he was as he tasted every inch of you. He took his sweet fucking time devouring you, kissing along your folds and licking wet stripes along your slit.

“Gaz, oh my god-,” You cry out, throwing your head back against his pillow. Your hips jerking and bucking up against his mouth involuntarily.

He smiles against your cunt as he hears you moan and cry over and over, writhing in his hold from how sensitive you were. He licks a wide stripe up and down your pussy, savoring your juices and cum as if it were his last meal.

“Fuck, you taste so fuckin’ perfect.” He groaned into your cunt, his voice sending vibrations into your core and making you moan even louder.

He didn’t leave his fingers out, though.

The entire time his tongue was licking up your juices, his fingers were playing with your pussy. Starting out slow, dipping those same two fingers inside and letting the pads of his fingers gather your juices. Pushing them in and feeling around your velvet walls, feeling you squeeze around his fingers so damn tight — as if his cock wasn’t buried in your cunt only a few minutes prior.

“So fucking tight. Almost pushing’ me out, love.” He groans into your pussy, before finally dipping his tongue into your entrance.

“Kyle, fuck-,” You cry out, feeling him tongue fuck you while he pumped his fingers in your slippery cunt. Your hips bucked and twitched, making him grip your hips even tighter, grounding you against his face.

His fingers quickened as he heard your moans grow high pitched, knowing you were growing closer and closer with every passing moment.

“Mmm-hmm, that’s it.” He moans into your cunt, delving his tongue even deeper. He curled his tongue and hummed into your heat, almost even growling.

He curled his fingers inside you, enjoying the way you squirmed and jolted from all the sensations. Your legs wriggled on his shoulders, moving on their own accord as his mouth kept working in tandem with his fingers.

“Please, please, please!” You babbled mindlessly, tears stinging at your eyes and your lips sore from being bitten between your teeth too many times.

He smirked against your cunt, one last tactic popping in his head to push you over the edge.

All while pumping and curling his fingers, he used his free hand to reach into his nightstand drawer. He felt silicone beneath his fingertips before swiftly pulling it out, revealing a sleek vibrator. It was small, only about three inches long and matte black.

He clicked the toy on and felt it vibrate it in his hand, excitement flooding his veins as he imagined you jumping from the sudden vibration against your cunt.

With one more glance up at your fucked out face, he pressed the vibrating toy against your throbbing clit.

“Kyle, oh fuck!” You all but screamed, utterly overwhelmed by the mix of sensations. You were drowning in pleasure and ecstasy as his tongue lapped at your wetness and dipped into your cunt, while his fingers pumped into you at a furious pace. To top it all off, an intense wave of vibrations suddenly washed over you.

You didn’t know where the hell it came from, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Not when you couldn’t even feel your face. Not when you couldn’t even tell which way was up and which way was down.

Not when your best friend was busy making you cum over and over. Not when your best friend was making you feel better than any other man ever could.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You wail, feeling that knot burst deep in your stomach as you squeeze tight, pulsing over and over. You squirt all over his fingers and tongue, absolutely drenching his chin and his palm in your juices. Your slick coated the vibrator as he held it against your cunt.

“There you go.” He purred, fingers working you through your orgasm.

“Bet you wish you would have come to me sooner, doll.”

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MDNI sejanus & his big dick + his teasing

at first, sejanus is worried.

he gnaws at his bottom lip while you peel his trousers off of his hips, letting them fall to his ankles before you're back at the center of him with eager hands. you don't look up, too entranced and excited since this moment has finally come, but you can see the nervous way he's flexing his hands beside his thighs.

he clears his throat. he starts to speak. "listen, i don't want you to expect something." he's saying more, something about him not being the most gifted in the dick department. but you're not listening to him because you've pulled his briefs down enough to free his cock and it perfectly springs back up over the elastic, leaving sejanus' dick presented right in front of you.

he's impressive. girthy to the point where you already start to mourn the short lived comfort of your jaw. long enough to where you know he's going to hit the back of your throat without trying. he's uncut, and you wrap a hand around the center of him and pull back, revealing his slit where a bead of precum greets you.

it's involuntary when you voice your concerns, a small, "i don't think you're going to fit, sej," leaving your lips. and just that one admission is enough to squash any of sejanus' uneasiness.

it's not until a little while later that he becomes confident, though. truly confident, enough to comfortably tease you.

it's been a little while longer than favored since you and sejanus have been alone, and you've been subjected to getting yourself off with your fingers and nothing but memories in sejanus' absence. you're more sensitive when you do see him, mewling when sejanus just swipes two fingers through your slit.

you're overeager, too, taking matters into your own hands and attempting to sink down onto him without much prep. "i can take it," you told him, defiant and determined all at once.

there was no stopping you when you were like this, so sejanus sat back and held a steady hand on your hip, telling you to take it slow while he waited for the inevitable to happen.

and it did. your eyes scrunching shut as your jaw dropped. he could feel you tensing up, he could see the hesitance taking over your body.

he plans to help you out, he will help you out. but first he has to tease you just a bit.

"it's big, huh, honey?" you nod and sejanus tuts softly. "i told you to take it slow, didn’t i? d'you want my help?" another nod and sejanus trails his hand from your side to your gaping cunt.

"okay, baby. i'll help you."

i want Kyle to kiss me so hard my teeth fall out.

Smile

i’m sorry but i am a period sex truther‼️

simon wouldn’t even be phased just a “if it helps ya feel better why not” and you’re so giddy because you weren’t expecting him to be into it. in fact you were preparing yourself for him to brush you off and have to deal with the disappointment.

your boyfriend is so diligent laying down towels for you and suddenly you’re feeling shy at the thought of him seeing you like this. he’s seen you on your period of course and he’s seen you naked, but having him look at you with that hungry look in your eye during your time of the month feels a little daunting.

you’re broken out of your thoughts when simon runs his hands up your legs, caressing your thighs softly; his method of wordlessly soothing you and it works like a charm. you take a deep breath as you feel him line himself up with your entrance and you brace yourself for the familiar feeling of him filling you completely.

simon takes your hand and tangles your fingers together, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand and questions, “ya ready baby?” words fail you so you simply nod enthusiastically. in one fell swoop he pushes into the tight heat of you and you both moan in unison at the feeling. you feel more sensitive right now, your gummy walls clamping down on him with every thrust. it doesn’t take long before you feel your orgasm building, white hot heat simmering inside of you. your boyfriend has his head buried in the crook of your neck and is groaning loudly and whispering in your ear about how tight you are and how much he loves the feeling of your pussy gripping his cock.

“si- baby…oh my god. i’m-“

“i know love, ‘ve gotcha”

simon’s hand trails down and rubs fervently at your throbbing clit, the lewd wet sound of your blood and arousal fill your ears and you momentarily feel like you should be disgusted but can’t even bring yourself to be. in no time your back is arching, body bowing as you hurdle right over the edge.

your chest is heaving and you feel sort of cockdrunk that you barely even notice simon pulling out and cleaning you up. you must’ve dozed off because when you wake you’re being scooped up and settled into a hot, bubbly bath. before the blonde man can pull away you grab his face in your hands and kiss him passionately. he was so good to you, how did you manage to get so lucky?

“i’m the lucky one love” you hadn’t realize you said that out loud, but you’re not even embarrassed at your admission. simon deserved to know how much you adored him.

I don't know who the hell you think you are.

Comfortable

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: smut, absolute depravity, Astarion being a horny fucker, fluff, very cute if I do say so myself

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Astarion kissed you slowly. You sat together on his bedroll, his hand cradling your face. You kept your hands to yourself, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. After he had confessed to you that he loved you but didn’t feel comfortable having sex quite yet, you reserved your touches. You waited for him to come to you, reserving yourself. You wanted him, that was undeniable, but you loved and respected him too much to even push his boundaries. 

“Darling…” he breathed against you, pulling away slightly as he tangled his hand into your hair. 

“Yes my love?” you replied, searching his eyes for something.

“Could I… could we…” he mumbled, chuckling slightly at his own nervousness. He pulled your hair slightly, tilting your head back, causing you to let out a strangled whine. He cautiously kissed your neck, working his way down to the hem of your shirt. “I want you…” he whispered.

Your eyes shot open, you pulled away from him. “What?” 

“Only if you want to…” his eyes got round, worried he had made you uncomfortable. 

“Are you sure? I want you to be completely comfortable, in the moment, enjoying yourself. Not feeling like you have to do this.” you took his hand gently, he clasped your tightly.

“My sweet, you have been perfect. Patient and cautious with me always. And right now, I want you. I want you. My mind, my body, my soul - they all cry out for you. I am here, I don’t feel any sort of pressure.” he reassured you.

“Promise me… promise me that if you feel uncomfortable or want to stop you will tell me.” you asked him, wary eyes searching his.

 “I swear it little love.” he smiled at you gently, tugging at the hem of your shirt again.

You pulled your shirt off as he did with his. You had seen him before, shared your bodies with one another before - but this, this felt different. You felt nervous, wanting it to be perfect for him.

He gazed at your half naked body, drinking you in. “May I touch you?” he asked. You nodded at him. He cradled your head, laying you down and climbing on top of you. “You can touch me too.” he said when he noticed your hands grasping the blanket below. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in, nodding slightly. You slid your hands up his chest, holding his face. He was so beautiful. There was no way to describe how much you loved him. 

“I love you… all of you… everything about you…” you whispered as you traced his prominent facial features.

He smirked at you, “Such a romantic…” he went back to your neck, kissing down your chest. “I love you.” he said between kisses. He kissed over your chest before giving your perked nipples some much needed attention. Your back arched, your hands finding their way into his hair. He kissed down you further, pulling the hem of your pants with his teeth, eyes meeting yours.

“Wait…” you said, pulling him back to your face. “I want to make you feel good.” you said.

“Oh darling, you have no idea how much pleasure I get from making you feel good… but… I suppose I could be persuaded.” he backed up a bit, resting on his knees. 

You pushed him down gently, untying the laces of his pants, eyes flicking to his every few seconds to see if there was any distant look in his eyes. You pulled the pants off, tossing them somewhere in the tent. You sunk down, ready to take his cock in your mouth.

“Wait…” he said.

You shot up, worry covered your face.

“As much as I love that delectable mouth of yours, I don’t think I can wait. I need you now…” he said, pulling you on top of him. 

You smiled, relieved. You kissed down his chest, sucking and nipping little marks into him. He let out the sweetest noises. Every moan and gasp boldening you. You straddled him before sinking down on him, taking every bit of him. He arched a bit, “Seven hells!” he said loudly, his hands flying to your hips, starting to bounce you. 

Now it was your turn to moan. Months had passed since you had sex, the stretch and burn combined with the pleasure he was giving you made your head spin. “Astarion…” you moaned softly, pulling him up so you could face each other as you rode him. You picked up the pace, your nails scratching over his upper back, careful not to scrape over his scars. You kissed each other fervently, all tongue and teeth. He kissed over your pulse point, you leaned your head to the side, inviting him in. He kissed and licked your pulse point before sinking his teeth in. The delirium of it all made you bounce harder, faster. Your sweet spot being abused in the best way. Astarion pulled away, watching the blood trickle down your chest from the small puncture wounds. He was hypnotized, licking long stripes over your chest, back to your neck. He started fucking up into you, feeling himself tip over the edge. One final clench around him had him spasming inside you. The feeling of his warmth inside you sent you over the edge. You stilled after a moment, your heavy breaths mingling, sweat covered bodies sticking to each other. 

“Care for a bath my love?” he asked, kissing over the few hickies he left you with. 

“Of course.” you smiled standing up, making your way to the front of the tent, wrapping yourself in a towel before you made your way to the river. 

Astarion followed you, spanking your ass as he kissed your neck again “Care for round two?” he whispered in your ear, pulling your hair back slightly so your back was pressed against his chest. His hand trailed from your throat to right above where you wanted him most. He teased you for a moment longer before pulling your hand, walking you both to the river. The mischief and love in his eyes were such a potent mix.

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Naboo's Note:

Helllllllooooooo!! Here's little something for all you horny bitches out there (myself included). I hope to get some new works out to you guys soon, life has just been a bit much lately but never fear, I always bounce back! Thank you for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests! ILYSM TTYLXOX <3

JASON TODD

↳ Batman/Catwoman: The Gotham War - Red Hood, drawn by NIKOLA CIZMESIJA

“God you’d look so fucking good with your belly swollen with my child.” Simon groaned, his mind filling with images of you carrying his child. The thought made him feral, and a growl escaped his lips when he felt you clench around him.

A whimper fell from your lips as you bounced yourself on top of your husband, his cock sinking deep inside you with each sway of your hips. “Please.”

“You want that, sweetheart? You want me to give you a baby?” Simons fingers dug into your hips, guiding your movements as he looked deeply into your eyes.

You gave a weak nod, your brain not functioning fully as the tip of your husband’s cock began to kiss your cervix. The thought of his seed taking, giving you the chance to give him a baby had your pussy clenching around him.

With a groan, Simon flipped you over skillfully, his dick still fully sheathed within your soaked walls. “God I want to give you one so bad, baby girl. I want to make you a mum so fucking bad.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as he began to pound himself into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, and the low moans emitting from both of your lips filling your shared bedroom.

Simon leaned down, his mouth hovering next to your ear as he nipped at your lobe playfully. “You’d be such a good fucking mum, love. Let me fill you up.”

His hands blindly found the back of your thighs, pushing them up to your sides to allow him to sink deeper inside of you. “My pretty fucking girl. Gonna make the cutest goddamn babies.”

Simon’s fingers dug into the plush of your thighs, his eyes flickering down to watch your pussy swallow his cock to the hilt. The sight alone had him close to his orgasm, his thrusts steadily becoming desperate.

“Si.” You whined, your arms pulling Simon impossibly close as his orgasm began to tear through him, causing his hips to stutter against you.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned, his hands shaking as they loosened their grip on your thighs. His cock pulsed deep inside of you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls.

He gave a final lazy thrust of his hips, before slowly pulling out of you, causing the two of you to sigh at the loss of contact. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, mumbling an “I love you” before crawling down so his face was level with your dripping heat.

Simon watched as his cum began to leak out of you, his cock twitching at the sight. He leaned closer, dragging his finger along your swollen folds, before burying his middle digit deep inside of you. “Be a good girl for me, yeah? Need to make sure we don’t waste a drop.”

HHHUU STILL LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS

They’re so cute and sweet and I just wanna kiss them all over the place and give them the love they so desperately need. SMOOCHINGGG

I am such a sensitive and emotional person, i will tear up and bawl my eyes out over the sweetest words or actions, it’s so embarrassing 😭

like wdym you thought of me when you saw that bouquet of flowers?? hugging me bc you felt like it?? you said you love me? Oh, well, I can’t say it back bc I’m in TEARS.

could I get Simon or Kyle (am I allowed to ask for both idk HELP?) just doing something - anything remotely sweet and it’s just TEARS

OFC LOVE!! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BTW!! I HOPE U HAD A REALLY NICE DAY AND I'LL BE WORKING ON UR OTHER REQ ONCE I PUSH OUT SOME OLDER REQS EFJHKEFBHJ<33333

God, they're both such sweethearts. They never had anyone to coddle to this degree, always focused on simply surviving and their duty as soldiers, but the moment they find you? They're naturally so damn thoughtful and romantic, even if they try to make it look casual at first, as if they're not meant for soul-crushing devotion.

"Oh? These are pretty." You compliment the bouquet of flowers he already placed in a vase, wanting to keep them alive for you for as long as possible. You're so busy admiring the pretty flowers and leaning down to smell them that you don't hear him getting up from the couch, only realizing he's right behind you when his arms wrap around your waist, bringing you in for a hug and taking a deep breath to inhale your scent.

"Thought of you." His voice is much more relaxed than when you both first met, feeling completely at peace with you. He plants gentle kisses along the back of your neck, holding you close while his brown eyes look at the big bouquet he bought, every single flower and color perfectly chosen to represent your relationship and his feelings for you.

"I love you so much." He doesn't notice anything is wrong until he feels your body shaking, quickly and carefully turning you around while his warm hands go to your cheeks, making you look up at him. Your tears making him slightly nervous— did he fuck up?

"I love you too." You manage to say before a choked sob leaves your lips, arms wrapping around their waist while your face is buried on his chest. He's so utterly confused, but he still holds you close, one hand running up and down your back soothingly while the other one cradles your head.

"Shh, it's okay, love." He reassures, planting gentle kisses on the top of your head and waiting patiently until you stop crying. His eyes soften when you explain how much what he does means to you, melting on the inside from having such a lovely girlfriend. He doesn't mention the ring buried into this closet, hidden underneath a pile of clothes.

!! suggestive (and mini smut) - minors dni; bimbo (fem)!reader has simon wrapped around her pinky (we luv to see it!); the squad’s here too; hinted age difference (30s v. 20s)

when they ask him where you two met, simon always tries his best to tamp down the smile threatening to grace his lips before clearing his throat and answering, "in the ER."

the questions that follow are always repetitive: 'what, why?', 'what happened?', 'how did things even go from there?' the last one is often paraphrased into some other versions, but the sentiment remains – people always get surprised, reduced into awkward stumbling because how could you even segue into a romantic relationship from having met in the ER?

well, simon thinks, it's actually quite fucking simple.

it was three in the morning and simon was in the lobby, waiting to be called in, when he saw you walk in: you clutched your broken heeled shoes in your hands, your beautiful legs were bearing injuries and cuts, and your hair was a wild mess. then, you ambled towards a baffled triage nurse.

"hi!" simon recalls your melodic voice echo, sounding too hyper even when you looked all banged up. "can i use y'r restroom? we got kicked outta the club."

simon was so focused on you that he didn't even notice the pack of girls following behind you, all of them looking just as haggard and bruised up. one of your friends was actually worryingly injured, so it’s no shock when the nurse rushed towards her, slightly panicked and confused before steering your friend away, leaving you there in the lobby.

then, you turned around, frowning at having been ignored, and it gave simon the best vantage point of finally seeing your face. he swears his heart stuttered in his chest, his lungs constricting, because holy shit, you are beautiful.

"then the rest is history," simon ends, pulling you close to him. any closer and you would have ended on his lap – something he preferred, anyway – but johnny continues to stare at the two of you with a slack jaw, his eyes almost bulging out in confusion so simon tries to keep it civil.

you giggle, and simon watches as the rest of the squad snap their eyes on you, as though expecting you to grace them with a better explanation. but simon knows that you probably don't even know what's going on, having been busy tapping away on your phone, your acrylics making distinct clacks as they hit the screen.

"i love the history channel," you singsong, batting your eyelashes as you give them a dimpled smile. "simmy-" simon almost coos at the nickname you gave him, "and i looove watching the penguins."

simon presses a kiss on the top of your head, ignoring the bewildered looks his squad is shooting him.

"that's the 'animal planet', love. not the history channel," simon corrects gently, rubbing his hand down your side.

"oh!" you say, unbothered by your mistake. "okay!"

and that was that.

"what the fuck," simon hears johnny wheeze out only to up making choking noises when kyle elbows him. simon ignores them, choosing to watch as you turn back to your phone, mass-retweeting a series of post made by the magazine catalogue that you've been following.

cute.

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"fuck," simon hisses, feeling the sharp edge of the kitchen knife slicing through the first layer of his skin. he watches the blood bead, trickling down his finger, and simon wipes it before it can stain the pristine green – "sage!" you tutted to him once – countertops.

"si?" you ask, padding towards the kitchen at the clamour. he feels you press yourself to his side, your perky tits nuzzling his robust muscles. "what's goin- y'r bleeding!"

he grunts, frowning at himself for having made you worry. he moves to reassure you that he's okay, but you're already tugging him out of the kitchen, your smaller hand wrapped around his thicker wrist.

god, he loves seeing the size difference.

you're wearing his military shirt, the material sliding down your body beautifully, before pooling just above your perky ass. simon unabashedly stares at the way your ass jiggles – hidden underneath the tiniest booty shorts he knows you own – his throat bone dry and his sweats filling up all of a sudden.

he barely realizes that you two are in the bathroom until you're steering him towards the edge of the bathtub before twisting to fish the emergency kit from the floor cabinets. simon almost groans at the perfect shape that your ass makes when you bend over, feeling himself throb with raging desire.

you pull out a pink emergency kit and skitter towards him again, slotting yourself between his spread legs. simon raises his hand – the uninjured one – to grasp at your waist, sliding it down to your hips, before giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"it's nothin' fatal, sweet'art," simon mumbles, thumbing your hipbone as he tries to comfort you.

you're still pouting at him when you say, "sure, i guess. but lemme help you?"

and who is simon to say no to that?

"of course, love."

he lets out a quiet chuckle when you press your glossed lips on his forehead, unbothered even when your lips leave a sticky stamp on his skin.

he watches you disinfect his wound with a strawberry-scented sanitizer before wrapping a pink adhesive bandage around it. his worries about having his open wound disinfected by a glittery sanitizer fade away when you picked his hand up to place a kiss on his now-bandaged finger.

glitter-induced infections no longer matters. not when simon's getting nursed to full health by such a pretty girl.

he licks the back of his teeth, clenching his jaw, and thinks, you deserve a reward, don't you, sweetness?

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johnny blanches when he sees the bandage around simon's finger. "LT, what in fuck's name is that?"

his loud voice snags the attention of garrick and their captain who ambled their way towards him upon hearing the commotion. garrick chokes on nothing when he sees the pink bandage that simon's sporting.

"bandage," simon replies, pride heavy in his voice. "from my girl."

johnny whirls and shoots a pointed look towards kyle and john. kyle is the one who breaks the silence.

"…are they safe for use?"

"what's the cat even bandaging?" johnny adds.

simon huffs, flicking his finger up to give the squad a better view. "firstly, this is 'hello kitty'. secondly, you questionin' my girl’s ability to care for me?"

john coughs, looking away, kyle arches a brow at him like the answer should be obvious, and johnny gulps loudly, before mumbling, "...yes."

simon sniffs, unable to blame them. "yeah, well, don't."

the squad is still quiet. waiting.

simon finally gives in and replies, "i checked. they're safe for use."

he rolls his eyes at their dramatic sigh.

"that's good to hear," john says before clapping his hands together once, urging them to disperse.

simon grumbles all the way back to his room.

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simon loves his pretty, dumb girlfriend to death.

he loves seeing you dolled up – skimpy dresses made of silk material paired with heels that could honestly stab someone to death. he also loves seeing you in nothing but his ratty jumpers – loose black sweaters stopping just after your crotch and the sleeves falling past your fingers.

but nothing tops seeing you naked and crying for him.

nothing could ever top this – your legs folded close to your chest, your ankles hooked on his shoulders, your pretty make up running as tears trickle from the corners of your eyes and flood your cheeks.

he thrusts his fingers in your cunt again, breathless when it punches out another slick gush of your squirt, drenching you two even more. you squeal, body locking, your hips lifting from the bed. simon has to press down on your belly to keep you stable.

"siii!" you cry out, thrashing on his hold, but simon just kisses your leg as he continues to fuck his fingers in you.

"shh," simon murmurs, feeling so choked up at the sight you make. "one more for me, yeah?"

you moan out a reply, a garbled mixture of 'yes' and his name, before wrapping your hands around his arms, your acrylics digging into his skin. simon doesn't even register the pain, still too caught up at fingering you to feel the way you're clawing him.

still too caught up at how perfect you are for him.

(later, when he checks the mirror and sees the angry red welts, simon purrs at the sight of them. because simon loves being marked by you, doesn't matter how, as long as he has bearings of your pleasure. pleasure he gave you.)

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simon receives a video message from you. it’s nothing long or conspicuous, but simon still chokes when he finally gets to watch it.

because in the video, you’re wearing simon’s old varsity shirt on top of your university cheer uniform.

“look!” you chirp, twirling for him. “found this in the closet!”

simon slams his captain’s door open and demands a vacation leave.

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the lieutenant has a new tattoo and johnny doesn't know what the actual shit it's supposed to be.

it looks like a wriggly blob of a... cloud? a cotton ball? candy floss?

it was still a somewhat fresh tattoo so simon never truly shows it off – johnny doesn't even know if it's worthy of being shown off – until one night at a bar, simon rolls up the sleeves of his jumper and leans to the squad to point at the blob.

"lookit," he slurs, tipsy and just a touch giddy.

finally, johnny cheers to himself before reaching forward to poke just beside the scribble.

"what's it?"

"mittens," their lieutenant croons, smiling down at his skin like a weirdo.

johnny has seen enough mittens to know that whatever that fucking squiggle is isn't mittens.

"uhm," kyle says, thankfully thinking along the same lines as johnny. "is it?"

"yeah," simon says wistfully, drunken in a lovesick way. "s'my girl's cat. she drew it f'r me."

oh. well, fuck. now that's just too cute.

wait.

"that's a drawing of a cat?" johnny rasps out, choking on his spit before turning to study the tattoo again.

it's still a fucking blob.

christ.

Little dove, why do you mourn? ₊˚・✩

➷ Dove ⋆ 19 ⋆ any pronouns ⋆ 

⋆ shy but friendly - I can be quite talkative.

⋆ practically a grandma when using tumblr, I still can’t get the hang of it. 

⋆ multi-fandom. I’m all over the place. 

⋆ I do enjoy writing but I get shy when I think about posting anything. opted to change. 

⋆ MDNI.