Run to the rescue with love and peace will follow

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED X|18+| But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more 🧜‍♀️

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Masterlist

Rules for Requesting

Rules for My Blog 

Cody Fern Masterlist 

Lord Of The Rings Masterlist 

Lost Boys Masterlist 

Damiano David Masterlist 

Outer Banks Masterlist 

Urban Wyatt Masterlist 

WWE Masterlist 

Mayans MC Masterlist 

Stranger Things Masterlist 

Umbrella Academy Masterlist 

Riverdale Masterlist 

House of The Dragon Masterlist 

Eddie Vedder Masterlist 

Yellowstone Masterlist 

Avatar Masterlist 

The Little Mermaid Masterlist 

Call of Duty Masterlist 

Formula One Masterlist 

Joe Burrow Masterlist 

Wattpad 

Good Reads 

[ilylovelyz]

simon who fucks his girl toooo good that she ends up biting his hand so nastily and hard that it leaves a deep, bleeding bite mark that he doesnt notice till the morning after

he shrugs it off, a little proud at how strong his lady is. that bite mark that quickly heals, but remains forever scarring his hand. it turns into the only scar he wants to look at. the only scar that makes his chest puff up with confidence when he sees it. a physical reminder of you permanently etched into his skin, that cannot go away even if he prayed it would.

when he's laying in dirt, in some foxhole in the cold and nothing but darkness surrounding him and the twinkling stars above, he'll not be found reading a love letter or gazing at a photograph of you, but instead he will be seen mysteriously concerned with his hand. reminiscing and missing his lovie

[theflying-pink]

"Simon," you groaned, pawing at his built chest.

The man was currently lying next to you and, as much as you usually loved that, it was summer now. The air itself was already too hot and moist to sleep comfortably, your pajamas abandoned in the back of the closet and even your blanket was from your body.

But with him next to you, you felt suffocated. His breath hitting your face and the heat of his heavy body traveling from him to you was too much to handle.

Still, Simon only hummed and wrapped his arm around you.

"No, Simon! I'm sweating my ass off!"

He chuckled, took his arm off of you and scooted away a bit. "Alright, you heat-intolerant."

[honeybeeofficial]

wishing all outdoor workers, delivery drivers, people who have to walk to work, bus riders, etc a very Don't die in this heat

[fuzzyautumninmetal]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a simple, plain man. Meaning he hates spending money on himself unless it's absolutely necessary, this man has thousands in the bank because he just doesn't spend it.

That's why Simon loves high maintenance women, specifically you. He loves that you get your hair done every month, loves that you get your nails done, eyelashes, facials, pedicures. God he absolutely loves providing for his woman.

The only problem is that you're not used to spending other people's money. You work, and you work hard for your money.

"Bye Si. I'll see you later," you shouted as you put your shoes on, just about to head out the door.

"Where you going love?"

That made you stop and slowly turn to face Simon. "I've got my nail appointment today." You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was. You had wrote it on the calendar.

"Hm and who's paying?"

"Um... Me?"

"Guess again," Simon was already in front of you, placing his bank card between your cleavage.

"Simon."

"Don't 'Simon' me," he mumbled as he kissed your forehead. "You know the rules. You look pretty and I pay for it." And you couldn't argue because Simon smacked your arse before pushing you out the door and locking it.

Oh, and don't bother trying to pay. Simon already took your credit card.

[softspectre141]

Painfully shy reader getting absolutely obliterated drunk at the pub, losing all sense of timidity, and telling Gaz and Soap "I bet the reason Ghost actually hides his face is 'cause he knows everybody'd wanna sit on it".

Ghost overhearing, leaning over your shoulder, and letting you know "I'm just keeping your seat clean until you're ready to sit on it, love".

Obviously Simon fucks the embarrassment out of you the next day, but only after making sure you get your reserved seat nice and wet.

[yousummonedme]

Just thinking about Simon coming home from deployment

(CW: smuttttt! MDNI)

He’s worn to the bone, and all he needs is you and some deep sleep. He’s covered in dirt and questionable fluids, so he doesn’t even look at you as he goes straight to the bathroom. You understand. He needs to be clean, desperately needs to wash off all traces of the Ghost he’d been and slowly ease into his body again. You knew it would take maybe an hour or so before he was sufficiently himself to be able to meet you. And even then, he’d need more.

The instant he was ready, though, he zoomed in on you like he was possessed. It was like his body was on autopilot, unstoppable in its tracks leading to you. “Love—!” Was the only thing he managed to choke out before his lips and hands were all over you.

His tongue swiped into your mouth; his hands grasped your body nearly close enough to bruise. In his desperation, he’d forgotten everything but trying to convince himself you were still alive, that you were real, that you still loved him and were right there. He planted kisses down your body. He wound up on his knees to kiss your feet. And then, he looked up at you and begged, “Sit on my face, gem.”

Soft, thick thighs wrapped tight around his ears— he pressed them even closer together— and eyes obscured by the full weight of you resting on him, he was finally able to drown out the army. No more loud noises, no more pressure of life or death, no more grime, no more mask. His mind and body were focused only on you, devoted to your satisfaction.

He ate hungrily, savoring the taste of your pussy. You moaned above him. Your fingers dug the headboard till he pried your fingers off and brought them to his hair instead so he could relish the sting of you tugging it in overwhelm of the pleasure he was giving you. He let out a loud groan when you began to grind on him, and he dug his fingers into your ass to encourage you to use him more.

You knew his routine. It took him a while to shed the weight of his job. So you’d definitely be here a while. Then, when you lifted off his face, soaked and trembling, he’d wash you both up. He’d curl up in your arms, face pressed to your bosom. He’d sleep a long, long time. And finally, when he woke up, you’d have all of Simon back.

Loving Simon

Authoress’ note: Hii, y’all! Feel free to drop a comment or DM me with a thought

[kurokothisskurokothatt]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Single Mom!reader

a/n: Genuinely i need this man irl, if you know where to find him, lmk. ENJOY!!💕

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley wakes up extra early to get your daughter dressed and fed, before taking and dropping her off at daycare, just so you can sleep in

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley will play barbie’s with your daughter to keep her occupied so she won’t bother you while you work. Sometimes if your kid is lucky, “Come er’ pretty girl, mamas busy right now. Let’s go play”

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley scanned every toy store and online store for the exact jumbo pink fluffy unicorn stuffed animal for your daughter, after she left it at a restaurant

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley shed a tear when your daughter brought him a piece a paper with colors scribbled on it, that said “Happy Father’s day!”. He hugged her and whispered, “Thank you baby”. To this day shes still the only one to see this man cry.

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley who agreed to accompanying you and your daughter to the park so quickly. He nearly ran out of his chair to get his shoes on. You couldn’t stop laughing when Simon fell of the swings.

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley who rocked your baby girl to sleep and sat with her for an hour before placing her in her own bed. He peppered her little face with kisses.

Simon “I don’t like kids” Riley who stands in the kitchen making you tea, while you sit on the counter in his tshirt.

“Thank you, Si”

“For?” He grumbles

“For helping me, and loving her like shes your own”

He walks over to you and hands you the tea, then he places his hands on your waist. He kisses your forehead and says,

“Whatever keeps my girls happy”

a/n: RAHHHHH I WAS GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET WHILE WRITING THIS!!! I hope you all enjoy this as much as you enjoyed my last post. I do just want to say, based off my schedule i’ll most likely be posting twice, maybe three times a week💕

[thatweirddeadgirl]

simon who tries out a period cramp simulator someone brings to base because he’s a bit curious about how bad his lovers cramps are, especially when they inform him of all the things that come with periods. (personally i get nauseous a lot more, leg and back pains and either a lack of appetite or i want to eat everything i see)

he doesn’t seem to react much, notices a dull ache.

he turns it up more and his breathing gets heavier the ache is much more prominent this time and he can only describe it as someone trying claw into his stomach.

when he turns it to the higher settings he has to take a seat and his legs are shaking or bouncing to take his mind off the feeling.

it’s not the worst pain that he’s been through but it’s definitely unbearable and he would rather stab himself than ever have to deal with that again.

when he comes home later that day to his lover laying on the couch with a heating pad snuggled close to them, a hot drink and their favorite blanket covering almost their entire body, he simply drops off the bag of their favorite snacks and food along with painkillers he knows will help more than the shitty ones they usually take near them.

he gives them a kiss before ominously saying “i understand.” and walking away.

his poor lover can only stare at him in confusion.

[junebugonjupiter]

Brother | Jake Sully

Jealousy in June Prompt: 28. There has been a major misunderstanding

Word count: 2.5k

Pairing: Jake Sully x Tsu'tey's Sister!reader, Tsu'tey and Arvok and Sister!reader (obv platonic)

Description: When you tell your brothers about your current insecurities, they take things a step too far in their defense of you.

Content Warnings: Weight is talked about, reader is gaining weight, takes place after movie 1, Tsu'tey lives AU, confrontation

Author's note: This was fun to write! And its something different imo! I went down a more protective path with this one, but still used a Jealousy in June Prompt!

“Tsu’tey?” you got the attention of your oldest brother as he helped you clean and cut fruit for lunch. Your mate was busy helping train the Omatikaya warriors today and planned to eat lunch with them to build morale and teamwork. You completely understood his reasoning, and was glad for the excuse to invite your brother to spend time with you instead. 

“Yes, Tsmuke (sister)?” he replied, not looking up from the floor of you and Jake’s kelku (home) where you were both crouched. Tsu’tey had stopped by as requested between his patrol and his hunting duties. He was glad to know that his baby sister still wanted him around.  

Jake stayed busy as Olo’eyktan, a position Tsu’tey had passed down to him when his own fate was up in the air during the Battle of the Hallelujah Mountains. Ultimately, Tsu’tey had asked that Jake continue to lead when he had tried giving the title back to his healed brother-in-law. Tsu’tey found that he enjoyed having the pressure off of him for once in his life, and Jake thrived at making tactical decisions and delegating tough situations. Tsu’tey still operated as an advisor and as, what Jake called, “his general” of the warriors.

“I want you to be honest with me,” you urged, and this gained Tsu’tey’s attention fully. 

He dropped the cut fruit in a basket and laid the knife down too. “What is it? Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No,” you assured him, but the sigh you released did not make him feel any less on edge. “I do not feel like I once did. I am afraid that I am not pretty anymore. Am I still… Do I look different?” you asked. The tone of your voice was raw and cracked wide open. Tsu’tey’s heart ached for his little sister. 

“You are very pretty. Why would you say you are not?” Tsu’tey pushed, taking his sister's hands in his as another set of footsteps echoed just outside. You and Tsu’tey’s ears perked at the noise and your heads turned in the direction of the open entrance. Your other brother, Arvok, stood in the doorway, a tool he had borrowed from Jake a week ago clutched in his hand. He was obviously here to return it, but had stumbled onto your pity party instead. 

You sighed in relief that it was not your mate, embarrassed at the idea of Jake finding you upset about something so trivial. Tsu’tey, who was also glad that it was not Jake, needed his sister to tell him more so he could properly lay into her mate with all the required information. 

“What is the matter?” Arvok asked, his smile quickly replaced with a frown as he took in your teary eyes and Tsu’tey’s furrowed brow. 

“It is nothing,” you shook your head, laughing humorlessly even as the first tear threatened to fall. 

“It is not nothing. Do I need to kick the skxawng out so you will tell me?” Tsu’tey asked, making you form a small, genuine smile. 

You shook your head, “No, Arvok can stay.” You looked up to your other brother with that same broken smile and Arvok felt his jaw clench. He would kill whoever did this to you. 

“What is wrong?” he asked again, kneeling down next to you. 

You pursed your lips. “I just need someone to tell me if I am ugly,” you groaned.

Arvok reared his head back in surprise. “What? You are not!” 

“Tell me why you would say this,” Tsu’tey requested. 

“No reason,” you shrugged, semi-relieved that they did not think you looked like a monster, but also regretting your choice of input since your brothers were fiercely protective of you, and saw their baby sister as perfect, no matter what you did. They were entirely biased.

“You would not say this for no reason,” Arvok pointed out. “Something must be bothering you to cause this.”

“I have gained weight recently,” you admitted. 

Jake had noticed too. He would never say it, but you had caught him looking at your fuller breasts, the slope of your hips, the softness of your thighs and stomach. You had grown insecure in the past few weeks, hating to have his eyes on you, but hating even more to voice your concern and make him hyperaware of the change. 

“I had not noticed. You look very much the same to me,” Arvok assured you, “But even so, that means you are well fed and live comfortably. Is that not a good thing? Do you remember the winters where we did not eat but once a day, how skinny and miserable we were?” 

Tsu’tey ground his teeth. He hated the memories of those dark days when his younger siblings grew more and more gaunt and his parents became quiet. Eywa always provided, and she had when spring had come, but the time between nearly killed him from worry. 

“Thank you, Arvok,” you smiled, your spirit settled at the reminder, glad to voice what had been gnawing at you for so long. Arvok turned his gaze to Tsu’tey who realized he should speak as well. 

“You are beautiful, Tsmuke, both then and now. What does your mate say about this?” Tsu’tey asked. Surely, Jake was treating you well and telling you everyday how beautiful you were. But then again, if he had, then you would not need your brothers to assure you. 

“He has not said anything,” you shrugged, but the upset look behind your eyes gave Tsu’tey a better guess at the truth. “We have not spoken about it, but…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say to not make Jake come across as a bad mate because he was not. You liked that your brothers and your mate were friends, you never wanted to give a bad impression of one about the other.

“But…” Arvok prodded for you to continue and your eyes widened. 

“Nothing,” you said again, “I am just being insecure.”

Tsu’tey and Arvok’s eyes met over your head, both thinking the same thing. Rage simmered in their stomach’s at the thought of you being treated so coldly and being neglected by the man they thought had treated you like you hung the very stars in the sky.

“You should eat, we will see you later today,” Tsu’tey encouraged you.

You nodded, squeezing Tsu’tey’s hands that still gripped yours. Arvok wanted to stay until he had at least seen you eat a few bites, afraid that you would not eat, but Tsu’tey stood and nodded at him to follow. Purely because of the fury in his older brother’s gold eyes, Arvok was quick to get up and trail after him. 

As soon as they were outside and had stomped far enough out of your earshot, Tsu’tey started sharing his thoughts. 

“Jake must make amends for this. I have never seen her like this. There must be something he is doing to make her feel this way,” Tsu’tey growled, marching ahead to the training grounds where he knew Jake would be training the older teens. 

“But she said that he had not spoken about it,” Arvok argued, quickening his pace to keep up. 

“Maybe she lied to save his tail,” Tsu’tey pondered. “Something was not right in her way of speaking, something is off.”

“Our sister would not lie to us,” Arvok said, refusing to believe it.

“Perhaps his demon ways have rubbed off on her, I do not know. But I know something is being kept from us. I feel it,” he said matter-of-factly. 

“Fine, then we will get the truth, one way or another,” Arvok relented. Tsu’tey nodded, glad to have his brother at his side as the training grounds and Jake came into sight. 

“Keep your elbows up, defend!” Jake yelled brashly to a pair of young warriors who were sparring in the open field near the river. “Good! That’s it.”

“Suli!” Tsu’tey called, his steps were each sure and heavy. 

Jake glanced away from the teens, but saw it was just his brothers and let his eyes go back to the fight. He was a dedicated teacher. “Tsu’tey, Arvok. What can I do for you?” he asked, even as he was looking in the wrong direction. 

Tsu’tey’s eyes narrowed. “We need to speak with you,” he said as he stopped a few feet away from Jake. The young Na’vi warriors watched in nosy interest at what was so important that Tsu’tey would interrupt their chief and teacher. 

“Can it wait a minute? I’m teaching the basics of-”

“It is about our sister,” Arvok interupted grimly. 

“Stop,” Jake immediately barked at the two girls sparring in the ring and turned his full attention to the men. “Is she okay?” he asked, panic dripping from his question. 

“She has brought up a concern with us and we feel it must be addressed with you,” Arvok continued. Tsu’tey crossed his arms over his chest. 

Jake immediately tensed further. Although it was much better than his wife being hurt, it still made his heartbeat pick up. “Dismissed, get outta here!” he called to the trainees behind him and they scattered, knowing that Jake would not like telling them twice, not if it had something to do with his wife. 

“I do not know how humans treat their mates, but on Pandora, we do not let them suffer alone,” Tsu’tey began his lecture as soon as most of the teens were on the other side of the clearing. 

Jake grimaced in shock, his head inching back. “Suffer alone? What’s happening? Is my wife okay?” Jake asked, stressing the last question. Arvok’s fists balled up at his sides. 

“You have ignored her, you have neglected the one Eywa has chosen for you. She would not tell us what you have done, but I am no idiot. I know she is protecting you,” Tsu’tey pressed on. 

Jake’s lips pressed together in frustration. “I need to see my wife,” he decided, trying to brush past his brother’s-in-law and attempting to make it back to his kelku where he knew you would be making lunch. He knew you like the back of his hand, your schedule, your plans, your fears, your wants, your thoughts. He didn't need tsaheylu (the bond) to tell him that anymore, he knew you so well. So what could they possibly be talking about? Why had you told your brothers that you were suffering, and not him? 

He felt panic claw at his gut, the fear of you distancing yourself from him was palpable. He had noticed the way you shied away from his hands and his attention in the past week, but he had chalked it up to all the changes going on recently. He had felt them in himself too, but he had thought you were going through this different stage together. 

“We are the ones talking to you. You do not get to talk to her until we are through with you,” Tsu’tey said, stepping to the side so that he and Arvok made a wall that he could not cross through without a fight. Jake knew he could beat Tsu’tey one on one, he had done it when your brother learned of your mating all those months ago. But Jake had never fought Arvok, and he did not know what his chances were against both. If they did not tell him the problem now, he would have to test his luck in order to get to you. 

“Get outta my way,” Jake said in a near growl. “You’re forgeting who you’re talking to.”

Tsutey’s lip curled. “I know exactly who I speak to. Olo’eyktan or not, you will treat my sister with respect,” he demanded, planing a flat hand on Jake’s chest and stopping him from getting any closer. Jake’s panicked and enraged expression only added to Tsu’tey’s anger.

“She’s not suffering alone,” Jake bit back, “You two don't know what you're talking about.”

“Don't we? We were the ones she was just crying to because you made her feel ugly and unwanted,” Arvok spilled. 

Jake physically took a step back, the news like a blow to his gut. “What?” he muttered, devastated. 

“Explain yourself, Suli. If you wish to break the mating bond, I am forced to challenge you to protect the family honor,” Tsu’tey ground out, his voice like gravel as he said words he never thought he would have to say to his Olo’eyktan.

“Break the bond? I would never do that. I love my wife,” he insisted, his fist curling and unfurling as he attempted to keep his anger and anxiety in check. Jake ground his teeth, his disbelief evident on his face.

“Yet she is sitting in her kelku, alone and feeling discarded. If you do not like that she has simply gained weight, then you are a bigger kurkung (asshole) than I realized,” Tsu’tey hissed, stepping forward into Jake’s space. 

Jake’s golden eyes nearly glowed at the anger simmering underneath the surface of his gaze. “I don't care if she's gained weight!” he exclaimed. 

“So you notice that, but you do not notice our sister’s fears?” Arvok asked, brow low over his eyes. 

“I haven't said a word about it, because I didn't want her to know I noticed. On Earth, women don't usually like you pointing that out. I had no idea she thought I didn't want her anymore. Let me through, let me fix it or I swear I’ll kill you both,” he demanded, his rage building. 

“You should tell her everyday what you think of her. There should never be a question or a doubt in her mind,” Arvok argued, not paying anymind to Jake’s threats, his mind was clouded by anger.

“I do! But she’s had a lot of questions and doubts recently,” Jake muttered, letting his hand try to iron out the wrinkles on his forehead. 

Arvok’s lip curled, “So you did know? You are a liar.”

Jake sighed, tired of the circle he kept being forced to run in. “I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone, but this is getting ridiculous. She’s gaining weight and insecure because she’s carrying my child. Did she tell you that?” Jake growled. 

Tsu’tey and Arvok both blinked in surprise at the news, Tsu’tey stepping away from Jake. “What?” Arvok mumbled. 

Tsu’tey glanced back at the home that contained his sister, all her emotional turbulence suddenly making more sense. He had been angry at Jake for making his sister act unlike herself, but it had truely been his little niece or nephew the whole time. 

Jake stepped forward and this time, he was easily able to get through. “If you two don’t mind, I’m going to smooth some things over with my wife,” he grumbled, but paused and turned back to face them. “And you better not let her find out that you know, or she’ll skin all of us,” Jake suggested, knowing he was in deep if she found out that he told their secret before she was ready.

Tsu’tey nodded solemnly, and Arvok followed, albeit looking more cautious and awestruck. “Brother,” Tsu’tey called to Jake as he began in the other direction again. 

“Yeah,” Jake said, looking a little worse for wear after all the badgering. 

“Congratulations,” Tsu’tey said, his lips curling up into a grin. 

Jake smiled back, nodding as he huffed a laugh. “Thanks, Brother.”

Taglist:

General Avatar: @zzma-rs @thearieunhinged @tanzierina @elegantdeerlady @lottiea0 @oceanfyre @daiiverse @lejardinfleur @dopedreamobject @yukichan67 @christiinee @kazgiena @princess76179 @sunmoonsweets @ashandsmoke @animegamerfox @tubby23 @fizzywizzyglizzy @traumaanatomy @kiatjuddae @th3realslimb1tch @lillysophiea @lexasaurs634 @littlemochix17 @rebelatbay @theselkieprincess @ashrod98 @zvraaaa @teabeen @shmaptainbonky @sullycore @marinetteshippedtoroy @23victoria @celestesolace @yoko7658 @godisitnaptimeyet @superlegend216 @lizzy91768 @goldfishenthusiast67 @celestialsonglines @user153639937 @kylamia19 @ghostgirl2010 @lumilily

[dumbdevil]

[gutsby]

X

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Summary: Simon finds your G-spot.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Disgustingly loving sex (sorry). Soft dom!Simon Talks You Through It™️ Creampie. Brief mention of Reader’s insecurities w sex

Note: I’m on Instagram now (kinda), come say hi :-)

Word count: 2.1k

It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried before.

You’d had your fair share of lovers and experienced more than a good deal of fun. With everyone in the past, climax came the same way, every single time: clitoral stimulation, and clitoral stimulation alone.

By this point in your life, you suspected your g-spot was probably just a figment of your imagination, no more real than Atlantis, Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy.

That was, until, you met your boyfriend, Simon.

And things had only been official for a week.

You and him had fooled around a handful of times—made love, as he called it, and kissed and cuddled and occasionally dry-humped until the two of you were both panting, groaning messes—but all of this was new. Simon was still learning you, as you were him.

He finished between your tits. You came on his tongue. He fingered you to the point of tears, and you learned how to touch his sac just right to get him to blow his load in seconds. On this night in particular, you were fucking missionary, and holding hands while you did.

Lovesick puppies, Price would say. Neither one of you seemed able to unglue your lips or unlace your fingers or keep your hips from colliding again and again and again in frantic search of the other’s furthest depths. You were perfectly wrapped up, with no desire to move

Except, you needed to reach down between your bodies to actually get off. That was a minor detail.

You didn’t think the man above you would mind if you moved your touch from his, but then that grip tightened the second you tried pulling away.

“Keep it there, lovie. Like holding you like this,” he said.

You enjoyed it, too. It was intimate, and sweet, and with your hands pinned on either side of you, locked securely in his, you felt safe. You just couldn’t finish.

“But I…I need to come,” you whispered against him. You rolled your hips and felt his cock twitch inside you.

Simon grunted, then swallowed. Nodded slowly.

“Yeah. I’ll get you there. Feel this?”

He slid deeper for emphasis.

You didn’t.

You rarely did, or at least not in the way you figured you were supposed to get when something pressed there.

“I think…sort of, yeah,” you hedged your answer.

Don’t bruise his ego, don’t hurt his feelings.

This is all on me, Si, I promise it’s not you.

Cutting in over your thoughts, Simon moved swiftly. Took your hips in his big, strong hands, lifted up, and plunged his cock to the hilt. The girth of him was enough to knock the air out of your lungs, and you felt your walls stretch, sting, and weep sweet liquid warmth around that intrusion. You moaned.

“Better?” The man’s question was simple.

Before you could answer it, he was sliding a pillow underneath your backside. Sawing his long, thick, leaking cock in and out of you, he reached a new spot.

You made a face, feeling good from that but…strange.

Simon snatched your hands up again and planted them beside your head on the mattress. He thrusted steadily. He peppered kisses all over your face and your neck while the bed frame squeaked in time, and you had to dig your heels into his ass to ground yourself.

“Talk to me, baby. Can’t make it better if you don’t.”

“I—I know, I just can’t—”

At the same time, Simon tilted your hips slightly once more, and the tip of his cock kissed something soft and wet and dizzyingly pleasurable inside your body. A loud, embarrassing cry slipped out between your lips.

You wanted to clap a hand over your mouth, hating the way you’d just sounded, but your fingers were stuck to his. Simon grinned down at you, toothy and approving.

“Can’t do what, now, darlin’?”

The warm, bulbous head of his cock had found its mark, and he just kept prodding that spot, like it entertained him to do it. The fingers laced between your own constricted their grip even more, and Simon leaned down to kiss you while his cock carved a mind-numbing path. In between kisses, he praised you.

“That’s my girl. She’s likin’ it now, isn’t she?”

“Feel good when my cock hits that spot?”

“Your pussy’s fuckin’ soakin’ me, baby.”

But still, somehow, it just wasn’t quite enough.

Maybe you’d never found that place after all.

This was where most men gave up—after a few good minutes of fucking when their balls had gotten to be as swollen as stones and their bodies were aching for release, more often than not, they’d go off chasing their own high. That was when you usually started rubbing your clit, or waited for your partner to finish so they could get you off with their tongue or something.

You hated to feel like a burden, and you really despised the thought of being the reason your sweet Simon couldn’t get to orgasm. So you squirmed again.

Straining to reach down, to try and touch yourself, you whimpered, “Si, please, it just—it takes me too long—”

“Good thing we’ve got all night,” Simon replied bluntly.

Then, once again, he twisted your bodies like you were as soft and malleable as putty in his hands, and this time, he hitched one of your legs around his hip, high.

With one slow-rolling thrust and an audibly squelching sound, Simon’s cock stretched your hole to maximum capacity, and then a little more. Your juices leaked down his shaft, aiding the slide, and he stabbed in a few shallow strokes. Probing. Testing the waters, as if he were trying to find something hidden inside you.

You sucked in a breath. Simon’s gaze slid to yours.

“Let’s find that precious spot, lovie. Easy, now.”

Gently coaxing your body open, he drove a slow, measured pace. He split your cunt like it was the easiest thing in the world, delving within your wet, velvety heat to tease every contour and crevice of your pussy. His tip leaked precome. His balls glistened in your arousal and landed with the gentlest plap, plap, plaps while he explored your insides with his member.

It really was as simple as that, nothing more and nothing less than poking around. Having patience.

“S-Si,” you stammered, nose wrinkling slightly.

“What’s’at, baby? Got something to tell me?”

Like a teacher, almost, he pressed for more.

Like his cock was showing you something new about your body but he needed your help to tell him just how and where to find it, Simon took care to be kind. He smoothed a hand over the crown of your head and then cradled the back of it, one massive set of fingers splayed out against your skull and engulfing it wholly.

He still held onto your other hand tight.

Your cunt pulsed. Ached. Fluttered around him.

Stuffed to the brim, you had only to feel, and murmur:

“Higher.”

“Higher?”

“Um, to the…to the left.”

Simon tilted his hips left.

Yes.

That was just it. So close.

Almost…

Or, maybe…

“Maybe it just…isn’t there,” you huffed out, deflating. “Know you’re trying so hard, baby, but I think I can’t—”

Then Simon hit the same spot as before, only higher.

Just like you’d told him: to the left, and then…

“Oh, fuck,” you cursed. “Oh, fuckfuckfuck.”

The grin above you stretched even wider.

“There, lovie?” Simon goaded you on.

“Right there.” You nodded furiously.

A wave of pleasure swept through your limbs, from your core down to the soles of your feet. Your toes curled, and you squeaked, feeling Simon’s cock graze that soft, spongy, sensitive place—except he’d pushed in deeper. The sensation made your eyes roll back.

“Little dove doesn’t mind my pokin’ after all, huh?” Simon’s words were a tease, but you heard a strain in them, too. The second you were caught in the throes of real pleasure, your cunt must’ve clamped like a vice.

“Keep…keep pokin’, Si,” you choked out. “I like it.”

Your lover kept at it—poking from the inside.

The routine almost felt like losing your virginity all over again, together. Simon cradled your head, told you how good you were doing, how sweet you were for him, and you whimpered under his hold. Squirmed and clung to him for dear life, then kissed him feverishly.

Simon’s mouth was hard and hungry, his thrusts deep. His cock throbbed within the wet, clenching confines of your pussy, and he seemed to be going wild at the feeling. With the idea that he was driving you wild, too.

You realized as much when he whispered it to you.

“Could lose my bloody mind when you’re like this—” Another sharp, labored breath. Another shudder passing through his body when your insides squeezed. “—so why didn’t you talk? Ask for what you needed?”

Your voice was small. “Didn’t wanna be a bother.”

Your eyes were locked with Simon’s, and in his irises, you caught a shade of concern. It flared, hot as anything, then mixed with disbelief. Disappointment.

“Don’t be angry, Si, I—” you started, hurried.

“‘M’not.” Simon blinked. But he gritted his teeth, and he withdrew his cock until the head was bumping and teasing between your folds, then he shook his head. “It’s those fuckin’ pricks who should be sorry, yeah?”

The ones that you’d been with before.

You wanted to protest, insist that you were at least partly to blame, but you never got the opportunity.

Simon was back inside you in a blink.

Hitting that same spot again, and again, and again.

He grinned, the tic of a muscle in his jaw telling you that he was less amused this time around, but proud.

Vindicated.

“Well. It’s not like they’re ever gettin’ a chance in between these pretty legs again, are they, lovie?”

You nodded in agreement.

You smiled back at him, only to have that gentle curve falter a little when you felt Simon’s thrusts accelerate.

“Only thing that’s gonna touch this spot other’n my cock is my seed, splatterin’ all over your walls, right?”

When he gave a playful nip to your lower lip and squeezed your hand tighter, you knew that he meant it. The man had plunged so deep inside you that his pubic bone was now grinding against your skin, and the rest of him was buried. His balls, all full and warm and heavy with his release, rested firmly in your cleft.

And the steady, measured strokes of his cock landed with near-surgical precision on the G-spot you’d convinced yourself up until tonight didn’t exist.

Simon beamed. You were overcome with ecstasy.

“This it, lovie? This spot right ‘ere?” he cooed.

His cock bobbed against that gummy and indescribably dizzying place, causing your last moan to morph into something more akin to a shriek.

You nodded your head: “Y-Yes. Yes.”

“Feel good when I hit it?”

“Fucking perfect, Si.”

You sighed when the man bottomed out for what felt like the millionth time, and the pleasure never waned. He felt just as good now as he did when he first got in.

“Yeah? Gonna come on my cock then, pretty girl?”

“Yeah. I’m— I’m so close.”

“Go on then, love.”

And, shortly, you did.

Maybe three, four, five more stabs of his cock to your most precious, intimate place and you were unraveling beneath him, stars bursting in your line of vision. It seemed dramatic to say, but that was really what it came to—your mouth hanging open, eyes wide, gaze peering into Simon’s while he fucked you through the most intense orgasm of your life. You clung to him, and your walls spasmed again and again and again, milking the man’s release in the next few seconds. Simon shuddered and grit his teeth as he unloaded a thick, gooey load inside, dousing that spongy, body-numbing spot and then some. The two of you moaned in unison.

Your body was boneless, your head a hazy mess.

It took several seconds for your conscious mind to come back online fully, and when it did, Simon was leaning in again and planting kisses along your face.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, breath fanning hot across your skin. “My perfect girl. You did so good.”

You smiled and caught his mouth for a proper kiss.

“Thank you,” you murmured against him.

Then Simon squeezed your hand—the one he’d been holding this entire time. He lifted it gently, like he was afraid too rough of a movement might split you in two.

He turned your wrist and kissed the back of your hand, eyes locked on yours and expression soft while he did.

“That’s what I’m here for, lovie.”

[noah-wyles]

she's the best of us

[hellounicetomeetyou]

"Simon?"

Simon tilted his head to look at you, eyes softening at your bashful demeanor.

"Yes Dear?" He asked gently, taking your hand in his.

You gulped, eyes wide but certain with the next words you wanted to say.

"simon, I need to admit that I'm in love with you, I've been in love with you since I entered the Task Force 5 years ago"

Simon's expression turned into one of those long suffering things that always made you break in laughter, and you couldn't help it when he smiled and shot you one of those "really?" Looks.

Sasha, a pretty little girl with your eyes and his hair blinked next to him, and slowly stopped painting his tattoos with her colorful crayons.

"Dada, what happens to Mama?" She asked confused, brows furrowing as you had to put a hand on your belly, still laughing, and Simon rolled his eyes, used to this stuff by now, before glaring at you playfully as you burst into gleeful giggles again.

"I don't know sweetie, ask your mother aka my pregnant wife, in our big penthouse, after nearly 12 years of knowing each other, is confessing her love for me now of all times"

[caoimhewritesfics]

Simon’s little girl is unexpected to say the least. No one but the two of you knew about her, besides her pediatrician and even then Simon did not enjoy having another person know of his child.

He was terrified really. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t petrified of the wrong people knowing about her. He had seen too much to foolishly believe that the world would be safe for her. The world would be cruel enough to her already. Being his child came with a risk that wasn’t even her fault.

So when you show up on base with the little baby in her stroller, dressed in a little bonnet, yellow summer dress and the smallest shoes the men had ever seen, it was quite a shock. He had told them about you. Bits and pieces here and there. Never anything concrete. Certainly nothing about your baby girl.

She babbled nonsense as she was lifted out of her floral stroller, the one you insisted upon getting. “Ahhh bahhh bah!” She shrieked as she kicks her tiny legs, recognizing her father immediately, tiny hands clapping together.

He takes her into his arms. It looks ridiculous. Such a small thing compared to the towering behemoth of a man. “Hi, Lovie girl,” he whispers, kissing the top of her head. “You a good girl for mummy?”

You smile at your husband. You loved to see them together. It’s like Simon really became himself when she was in his arms. “The best.”

The team stares, confusion written all over their faces. Johnny looks almost offended at being kept in the dark. “Tha’ thing is yours?” He asks as he pressed a scandalized hand against his chest.

Simon merely grunts in response, adjusting the baby and grabbing her stuffed bunny from your bag.

“Don’t seem like the dad type,” Kyle mutters, though it’s void of judgment.

Simon ignores him. He knew it was true. It had been on his mind since the day you told him you were pregnant. Even now he couldn’t always shake the feeling that he wasn’t cut out for this.

Your girls babbling snaps him out of his thoughts. “Mmmaa buh.” She says with complete conviction, nodding her little head and reaching up to pull on the balaclava covering his face.

Johnny looks nothing short of delighted. He smiles at the baby and tickles her, making her scream in pure anger and try to bite him with her tiny teeth. Your girl hated nothing more than being tickled. “I’m the uncle, right?” Johnny grins as he squishes her cheeks, earning another attempted bite.

[sobeitjay2]

When you suck her titty and she start caressing ya head nshit>>> 

[vaniellea]

𑣲 You can’t help that your best friend Neteyam attracts many ladies 

From the moment you were children running through the branches of the omatikaya clan, he had been your best friend. You grew up together, sharing secrets, racing ikrans at sunset, and comforting each other through every hard day. He was the boy who brought you the prettiest flowers, the one who always saved you the ripest fruit, the presence who made you feel safe even when the world felt too big. And somewhere along the way, that deep friendship had bloomed into something more

But you had grown more and more angry lately. 

You were both adults now, and being adults meant more responsibilities. For Neteyam, that meant preparing to become the next Olo’eyktan one day. It meant family expectations. It meant women from the clan lining up to compete for his attention, batting their eyes and offering woven gifts, sweet words, and promises of strong children. Every hunt, every communal meal, another girl seemed to find an excuse to brush against him or laugh a little too loudly at his jokes.

You hated it.

Tonight at the evening meal, you sat cross legged beside him, stabbing at your portion of roasted sturmbeest with more force than necessary. Neteyam was mid sentence, telling you about a funny mistake Lo’ak had made during training, when another young woman—Lira, with her hair always pulled back in an intricate braid and her top tied extra tight to show off her figure—sauntered over with a fresh basket of fruit.

“Neteyam,” she purred, kneeling gracefully beside him. “I picked these especially for you. I thought they might give you strength for tomorrow’s hunt.”

You shoved another huge bite into your mouth, cheeks puffed out. “And why is she coming back again?” you mumbled through the food, not even caring that bits were probably flying. “Doesn’t she have her own basket to fill?”

Neteyam burst into laughter, the warm, deep sound making your heart flutter even through your jealousy. He reached over with a gentle thumb and wiped a smear of sauce from the corner of your mouth, his golden eyes sparkling with amusement and something softer, deeper.

“You have sauce on your face,” he teased quietly, still chuckling. “And she is just being kind. You know I’m interested in that stuff.”

Lira lingered for another awkward moment, clearly hoping for more attention, before finally excusing herself with a tight smile. You swallowed your bite and crossed your arms, ears pinned back. “Tell that to the three others who ‘accidentally’ walked past our table earlier. One of them even dropped her necklace right at your feet. Clumsy, huh?”

Neteyam’s tail curled around under the table, hidden from view. He leaned in close, voice low and only for you. “I like when you get snappy like this. It reminds me you care. But you have nothing to worry about..”

His words melted some of the jealousy, but the frustration had been building for weeks at that point.

the days after that moment had only made everything worse.

The next morning at training, another girl—Seylua—showed up with a freshly woven armband, pressing it onto Neteyam’s bicep while giggling. “It will keep you safe on the next hunt,” she said sweetly, fingers lingering on his arm far too long. You stood a few paces away sharpening your arrows, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

By afternoon, a third girl, Nari, “accidentally” tripped right in front of him while carrying a heavy basket, forcing Neteyam to catch her. She clung to his chest, batting her lashes. “Oh, thank you, warrior,” she cooed. You stabbed your knife into a piece of wood so hard the blade stuck.

And that evening, before the meal, two more approached him near the communal fire. One offered a beautiful new bowstring she had braided herself. The other simply stood close, trailing her fingers along his shoulder while laughing at something he said. You watched from the shadows, fists balled at your sides, ears flat against your head.

Every single time, Neteyam was polite. Kind, even. He thanked them with that gentle smile of his, never encouraging but never rude enough to shut it down completely. It only fueled the fire in your chest.

By the time he found you pacing that night, you were practically vibrating with anger.

Neteyam’s brows furrowed in confusion as he held your hand, his thumb stroking soothing circles over your knuckles. “… what is going on with you lately? You’ve been so angry. Snapping at everyone. Did I do something wrong? Have I upset you somehow?”

You stopped pacing and turned to him, eyes burning with unshed tears. The words finally burst out, very desperate.

“Because I want to be the only one who makes you necklaces!” you cried. “I want to be the only one who brings you fruit after a war party. The only one who waits up for you when you come back from hunts. The only one who knows exactly how you like your meat cooked, who laughs at your terrible jokes even when they’re awful, who patches your scratches after training… I’m competing with all of them and it hurts, Neteyam. Because you’ve always been mine in my heart. My best friend. And I want more. I want all of you.”

Silence stretched between you for one heartbeat. Then another.

Neteyam’s golden eyes widened, ears perking forward. His tail stilled completely. Then, slowly, a soft, understanding smile spread across his face.

“You silly, beautiful girl,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. He stepped closer, cupping your face with both large hands like you were something precious. “You’ve always been the only one. I never wanted any of them. Not once. It has always been you.”

He leaned down and kissed you. His lips were warm and soft, tasting of sweet nectar and forest air. You melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck as his strong hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss grew heavier with emotion, years of hidden longing pouring out between you.

Neteyam led you through the glowing forest until you reached the sacred Tree of Souls. The massive willow pulsed with soft blue light, floating seeds drifting around you like gentle blessings from Eywa.

Under the swaying tendrils, he lowered you gently onto the soft, moss covered ground. Neteyam hovered over you, his golden eyes dark with so much love and hunger that it made your chest ache. 

He braced himself on his elbows, careful not to crush you, and leaned down to press slow, open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck. His breath was hot and shaky as he sucked lightly at your pulse point, tongue dragging over it until you shivered and arched up into him with a soft, needy whimper.

His hips settled between your thighs, and even through your loincloths you could feel how hard he already was, already grinding slowly against your clothed cunt. 

The firm press of his cock rubbed right where you needed it most, making you gasp and roll your hips up to meet his every movement. Neteyam groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your neck as he dry humped you with slow, careful rolls of his hips, letting you feel every inch of his stiffness.

“You feel so good already,” he whispered hoarsely, ears pinned back in pleasure. He kissed lower, trailing his warm lips over your collarbones, then down to the tops of your breasts still hidden by your woven top. His mouth moved reverently over the fabric, lips closing around one covered nipple. He sucked gently through the material, tongue circling until the peak hardened and you moaned, fingers tightening desperately in his braids.

Only then did his trembling fingers reach for the ties of your top. He undid them slowly, eyes locked on yours the whole time, full of adoration and quiet awe. When the fabric finally fell away, his gaze dropped to your bare breasts. His pupils blew wide, lips parting on a shaky exhale as he stared at your nipples — dark, stiff, and glistening from his earlier teasing.

“So…” he breathed, voice rough with want. “So beautiful.”

He leaned down again, this time, his lips closed around one stiff nipple, sucking softly at first, then harder, his tongue flicking and swirling over the sensitive bud while his large hand cupped and kneaded your other breast, thumb brushing back and forth across that nipple until you were squirming and panting beneath him.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed against your wet skin. “Eywa must have made you just for me. My perfect yawne.”

Neteyam’s hand slid down your body, fingers trembling as he untied your loincloth and pulled it away. He looked between your legs, his breath catching at the sight of your slick, glistening pussy. “All this for me?” he whispered, almost in awe. 

One thick finger traced your folds slowly, gathering your wetness before gently circling your swollen clit. You gasped, hips jerking, and he groaned at how responsive you were.

He kept kissing and sucking at your breasts as he slowly pushed one finger inside you, then two, stretching you carefully while his thumb rubbed firm circles on your clit. His pouty eyes never left your face, watching every moan and flutter of your lashes with pure adoration.

When you were trembling and soaking his hand, he pulled back and untied his own loincloth. His cock sprang free, he’s very thick, striped, and rock hard, the head flushed dark and already leaking. It twitched heavily against his stomach as he knelt between your spread thighs.

He rubbed the fat, leaking tip up and down your slick pussy, coating himself in your juices. “Tell me if it hurts, please,” he said softly, voice strained. “I need you so badly… but I never want to cause you pain.”

You nodded, pulling him down into a deep, desperate kiss. “Please, Neteyam… I want you inside me.”

He pushed forward slowly. The thick head stretched your entrance, forcing a broken moan from your throat as your walls fluttered around him. Inch by slow inch, he sank into your tight cunt, groaning deeply at how tightly your pussy gripped his cock. “Oh … you’re so wet… so tight around me,” he panted, forehead pressed to yours.

When he finally bottomed out, his heavy balls pressed against you, fully sheathed. He stayed still, breathing hard, letting you adjust to his size while kissing you softly. Then he started moving in long, deep thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filled the air.

Your tails wrapped tightly together as he fucked you harder but still lovingly, one hand gripping your hip while the other braced beside your head. He leaned down to suck on your nipples again, moaning around them as your pussy clenched around his thrusting cock.

“I’m yours,” he growled against your breast, hips snapping forward. “Only yours..”

Your orgasm crashed over you suddenly, walls clamping down hard around his throbbing length as you came with a loud, broken cry of his name. Neteyam groaned loudly, hips stuttering as your pulsing pussy milked him. With a few more desperate thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and came also, thick ropes of hot cum flooding deep inside you, filling you until it leaked out around where you were joined.

He stayed buried inside you as you both came down, kissing you softly, whispering endless “I love you”s between every breath.

The rest unfolded slowly, as you curled against his chest afterward, his arms wrapped tight around you, you knew no other woman would ever stand a chance again.

A few people have been having trouble with the tagging, so let me know if this helped

@ami-s-k @mow6li @scenic236 @celestesolace @bibbidibobbidibooos @ourdearkey @johnporkblogsblog @thursdagirl @roryculkin16 @arill16 @loakuinley @iloveotters101 @jjaaammwii @flawisess @minqxchae @an1bara @louieharpyee @rosegradengrave @sela-gypsy @alientee @favblond1e19 @thatoctobergirl28 @cakedwithdesire @melonsharkzzzz @florescencls @moize @khiarsa @user153639937 @gemjnjz @shmaptainbonky @mari6733sblog @sunmoonsweets @eliankm @dumplingsyum @lucillelu @milagrosmicaelaa @babymi1ne @raleiya @mershyjershy @aruscape @veiledpies @fangirlsmatter-blog @amaramaesworld @kiatjuddae @bakugouswaif @cecebar @violet0182 @kittyslayercute @pizzaflavouredoeros @jkdhdjfjdhdd