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succubusvalentine

ꜱɪᴍᴏɴ ʀɪʟᴇʏ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴏᴏɴ (ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ).

Simon was on you as soon as your foot touched the wood flooring of your home. He'd been gone for almost three months and he was past the point of desperate.

You must have been moving too slowly for your husbands taste, as you find yourself suddenly in the air with two tattooed arms around your waist.

"You couldn't wait two seconds for me to take off my shoes?!" You scold.

"Need to be inside you, now." Simon said firmly, dropping you onto your large bed, both of you practically tearing fabric from your bodies.

Simon hovered over you once you were both nude, though he winced slightly. "Fucking shoulder."

You quickly yet gently switched your positions, knowing how Simons shoulder would play up after a mission because of the recoil from his weapons.

Simon went to protest, but the look you give him quickly silences him.

"You worked so hard, Si. Lemme make you feel good." You hum, reaching beneath you to line his cock with your cunt, oblivious to the confused look in Simons eyes for a moment. His cock felt unusually sensitive.

You sank down onto Simon, desperate to have him inside you. Though he grabbed your hips, letting out a pathetic moan.

Simon panics, "Fuck—wait no no—" his hips stutter upwards into you. Gasping heavily as he fills you. He couldn't help it, your pussy was so tight and wet—and he'd never admit it but you praising him for working hard definitely brought him to the edge.

Once Simon opened his eyes, you were staring at him; Expression a mixture of shock and surprisingly awe.

"Don't." He says.

"I feel that good?"

"You know you do. Now give me five minutes and I'll fuck you dumb alrigh'?"

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Buy my cat a Christmas Present? ❄︎ 𖠰 (•˕ •マ.ᐟ

#pheeew love it when he does that #love that old man #rec

arteei

you use ai baby pictures i use stupid gifs that don’t fit the situation we are not the same

ceruleanheaven

religion is so fucking funny the world is just too beautiful there must be a higher entity behind all this. lets oppress women

dogpuppy

jennyhoelzer-deactivated2016120

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inbabylontheywept

Until death, all defeat is psychological.

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refusal to participate due to self consciousness is actually more embarrassing than participating. it took me a very long time to figure that out. abject fear of embarrassment is actually causing you to do things that are more embarrassing than what you fear. you are gonna be embarrassed anyway. let go and be free

#don’t let embarrassment stop you from living #please don’t #as someone who missed out on so much due to embarrassment #abandon it and let yourself be free

roscolux

need to beam this tweet directly into everyone's minds right now

#wet hair??? are we smoking dick all of a sudden???#wet hair????

has anyone been reading simon stuff lately? whatve we been reading?

#i need some recommendations!#i miss that man!

shotmrmiller

Simon moving in temporarily after your flat's been broken into, you tell yourself it's only until the locks are replaced, the alarm's installed, until you stop jumping at shadows. But days turn into weeks, and he never really leaves. His things start to migrate— a toothbrush beside yours, leather gloves that're cracked at the knuckles left on the radiator to dry, a half empty pack of smokes on the windowsill.

You don't really remember saying yes to any of it. (Barely remember much at all, honestly. Can't seem to find the will to think past the break in.)

He's quiet. Keeps to himself. He doesn't cook without asking, fixes the loose hinge on the back door, changes the bulb in the hallway before you even notice it's out. He doesn't hover, but he's always nearby, watching, listening, making sure the silence doesn't turn threatening.

He takes the room upstairs, the one you never use except for storage. You hear him moving around at night: the floorboards creaking under his weight, the soft sound of a drawer opening, then closing. Sometimes pacing, like he's working something out in his head, like sleep doesn't come easy.

One night, you wake to the sound of your name. Low. Rough. Almost a growl. The flat's too still otherwise. You know he's awake. You should ignore it. But you don't.

Up the stairs, the door's cracked open, a thin line of light slicing through the darkness and inside—

Simon's sitting on the edge of the bed, hair damp from the shower, shirt off and the line of his throat slick with sweat. In one hand, your knickers. The pair that went missing from the laundry last week. His other hand works slow between his legs, thick fingers wrapped around his cock, your name coming out of him like he's carving it into the room.

He doesn't stop when you freeze in the doorway, just looks at you, eyes heavy and unblinking.

"Come on, then. You've already come this far."

#oh man i neeeeed him #rec

childsacrifice

(no beers in) So how do you perceive me in the privacy of your thoughts

heavenbarnes

on holiday in a foreign country speaking a language nobody else understands #winning

heavenbarnes

less fun note we live in the middle of nowhere so never close the curtains meaning the neighbours on this holiday have seen my fiancés cock more times than i have

#imagine me screaming ‘RICHIE SHUT THE BLINDS’ every morning #rip to these neighbours we’re going to have to pay reparations #also is this another older bf!simon moment of his?

on holiday in a foreign country speaking a language nobody else understands #winning

#nobody on this cobbled street has heard te reo māori before #we genuinely havent spoken english to each other since we arrived i had to remember the english work for milk #no waiū in these parts