Im Sorry But I Am A Period Sex Truther

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.

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."

Dick Grayson and his eras

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

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.

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."

“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.”