the type of anti-censorship people that are just saying that so they can read their nasty child rape fantasy material(you're ill if you think reading that is okay)
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Thinking about post-canon Simon, saved by the sub entering an anomaly portal and ending up in your care.
After months, he's doing okay. He's gotten skin grafts for most of the affected skin,he isn't malnourished anymore, and he's actually.. happy. Happy with you.
Even happier spending the night with you, his one hand resting over yours as it presses against his chest, the fat covering his breast squishing under your presses. You aren't even sitting on his dick, rather above it, against the newly gained chub of his stomach. You feed him well, he tells you with nothing but love in his eyes as he looks up at you reverently.
You grind down against the chub, flushing red at your perversion, the way his bigger- healthier body moving around you. It's a comforting ride.
Use his body however you want. Ride his stomach, use his fingers and thighs, his dick is there whenever you want it- any position. Just please, press kisses against his lips as you do so, he'll be so good for you.
How could he not, when you saved him and gave him the best life he could ever ask for?
Living with Simon and Ryland somehow feels like existing between two completely different worlds that have learned to orbit around each other. Simon is quiet, practical, and often keeps to himself, while Ryland fills every silence with excited ramblings about whatever scientific fact has captured his attention that day. You often find yourself sitting on the couch in the evening with Simon reading beside you while Ryland excitedly explains some random space phenomenon from across the room. Simon pretends not to listen, but every now and then he’ll quietly correct one of Ryland’s numbers, proving he’s been paying attention the entire time.
Mornings are chaotic in your household. Ryland is absolutely not a morning person and tends to wander into the kitchen looking like he just woke up from cryosleep. Simon, meanwhile, is already awake and making coffee before either of you can fully open your eyes. Eventually it becomes a routine where Simon prepares breakfast, Ryland accidentally burns his toast while talking, and you’re caught somewhere in the middle trying to keep the kitchen from descending into complete disaster.
Movie nights are a regular occurrence, though they never go as planned. Ryland insists on choosing educational documentaries that somehow turn into lengthy discussions halfway through. Simon prefers horror movies and enjoys watching both of you react more than the movie itself. What starts as a simple movie night usually ends with all three of you piled together on the couch hours later, the television forgotten while Ryland rambles and Simon occasionally contributes a dry comment that leaves both of you laughing.
Simon is surprisingly affectionate in domestic settings. He’s not someone who constantly seeks physical contact, but he’ll quietly rest a hand on your shoulder when passing by or sit close enough that your legs touch while reading. When he’s particularly tired, he becomes even softer, often leaning against you without a word. It’s his way of asking for comfort without actually saying it.
Ryland, on the other hand, is accidentally affectionate all the time. He’ll throw an arm around your shoulders while explaining something, lean against you while working, or absentmindedly hold your hand while thinking through a problem. Half the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. Simon notices every single instance and occasionally teases him for it, much to Ryland’s embarrassment.
Cooking together becomes one of your favorite domestic activities. Simon is surprisingly competent in the kitchen and follows recipes exactly. Ryland treats recipes more like vague suggestions and somehow manages to create both culinary masterpieces and absolute disasters. You quickly learn that if Simon starts silently taking ingredients away from Ryland, it means a catastrophe has been narrowly avoided.
Rainy days are everyone’s favorite. Simon likes the quiet atmosphere, Ryland loves having an excuse to stay indoors, and you get to enjoy both of them at their softest. Blankets are gathered, hot drinks are made, and the three of you spend the day reading, playing games, or simply existing in the same space. It’s one of those rare moments where nobody feels pressured to be anywhere else.
When one of you has a bad day, the other two immediately notice. Simon becomes more attentive, quietly handling chores and making sure you’re taken care of without drawing attention to it. Ryland offers distractions, stories, and endless attempts to make you smile. Together they’re surprisingly effective at helping you through difficult moments because they each provide comfort in different ways.
At night, neither of them admits how much they enjoy sharing a bed with you. Simon likes knowing you’re nearby, even if he never says it aloud. Ryland sleeps like a starfish and inevitably ends up tangled in blankets and limbs. Most nights you wake up trapped between Simon’s steady warmth and Ryland’s complete lack of awareness regarding personal space, and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Over time, the apartment starts reflecting all three of you. Scientific books are stacked beside Simon’s practical tools. Half finished projects share space with cozy decorations you’ve added. Every corner holds evidence of a life built together, and that’s what makes it feel like home. It’s not perfection, but it’s the comfortable chaos of three people who genuinely love each other and have created a place where they all belong.
this is the fic i wanted beta read but i got impatient and i finally finished it so im posting it. It’s really long and maybe bad and maybe inaccurate and tbh not very well-researched. It takes a while to get to the tickle scene. Please don’t kill me 🙏
ler!simon, ler!grace, lee!reader
summary: reader struggles with Simon and Grace who have very different ways of dealing with their anger. Simon and Grace turn into something new and reader isn’t sure about it.
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They’re yelling at each other again.
I’ve never seen two personalities that are simultaneously so well suited to be best friends and so prone to argument.
Grace banged his fist on the table and Simon flinched. “Simon, if you would just listen for a second—“
“NO! I’m not gonna fucking listen! How many times have I told you I don’t want that fuckin’ bot near me?!”
“I know. Listen, I don’t like needles either, but we have to take your blood to check for—“
“You don’t hafta do anything!” Simon exclaimed. “Just shove me out the airlock and let me DIE already!”
I took a sharp inhale of breath. Simon hadn’t asked for us to let him die since the first few weeks he was with us. Something must be going on with him aside from this argument.
Grace didn’t seem to see that. He was getting angrier and angrier. “Are you serious? Do you hear yourself right now?” He took a breath, standing up from his chair and shoving it aside, hard. “If you would just stop interrupting me—“
“Why do you care so much about my mutations anyway? Do you think I’m a fuckin’ monster?” Simon snarled.
“ENOUGH!” Grace exploded. “I can’t do this anymore! I need to take your blood to make sure the mutations aren’t killing you. I don’t want you to fucking die, Simon!”
Simon seemed taken aback by the curse. I think it was the first time either of us had heard Grace curse. “Why?” he demanded.
“Because I love you!” Grace cried.
There was a stunned silence. Even Grace seemed surprised at himself.
I slipped silently out of the lab and went to hide in the cockpit.
I hated it when they fought like that. It made so much noise, and this ship was tiny and impossible. I had been thinking lately about Stratt’s deliberations over whether to put the crew in a coma, and how all the research showed we would go crazy and kill each other.
That was assuming they’d be dealing with me, Grace, Yao, and Ilyukhina—a mild-tempered crew—without knowing Simon and Rocky would eventually join us. That was assuming we’d die after a year or two of completing the mission.
Simon’s arrival brought out a side of Grace I had never seen before. Grace became completely swept up in making sure Simon was okay, so much so that I faded quietly into the background. Simon provoked the anger issues that Grace had spent years, or so he told me, taming. I had begun to understand the type of person he was when he got kicked out of academia.
I fiddled with the screens in the cockpit, mindlessly exploring the maps of stars and systems nearby on our course to Erid.
I liked Simon. I really did. There had been a nearly perfect few weeks, after Simon got over the initial shock of living with us, and before he had started picking fights with Grace daily. The four of us spent most of our time in the don’t-go-crazy-room, exchanging stories of the worlds we grew up in. He was a good guy, and he clearly liked the both of us. We had enjoyed having new company. Grace and I allowed ourselves to behave like kids instead of the saviors of humanity.
It had been so complicated recently. The first few arguments, I had intervened. But then I realized we needed at least one emotionally regulated human around, so I let them yell at each other until they exhausted their voices.
I listen carefully for noises in the main body of the ship. The yelling had stopped. I heard Rocky’s voice, too far away to be picked up by the translator on my laptop, but I could tell it was somewhat angry. I heard the murmured tones of reconciliation, and then the beeps of Armando instructing Grace on how to draw blood from Simon’s good arm. Then, there was silence.
I turned back to my own tasks, opening up my laptop and working on some code to automate a systems check for the ship so we didn’t have to do it as often. I had been coding a lot recently. I had become used to being by myself.
I was so focused I didn’t hear two pairs of footsteps approaching the cockpit. When Grace peeked his head inside, I startled.
“Hey,” Grace said.
“Hey,” I replied lamely.
He navigated his body through the narrow space of the cockpit. Simon trailed after him. I glanced down and saw that they were holding hands.
Oh.
That must’ve been why the past few weeks were so tense—they had finally figured out their feelings. I wanted to feel happy for them, but the sight only managed to drive another pang of loneliness between my ribs.
I chewed my lip as I watched them share a look. It was too quiet for my liking all of a sudden.
“We’re sorry,” Grace said bluntly.
“For what?” I asked tiredly.
“For fightin’ too much,” Simon said softly.
I set my laptop aside and rubbed my eyes. “Okay,” I muttered.
It was quiet again. Somehow, it didn’t feel resolved.
“Are you okay?” Simon ventured.
“No,” I said quietly. “I don’t like yelling. I’m tired. And I’ve never seen you act the way you have been acting the past few weeks,” I said to Grace.
Grace winced.
“And I’m lonely.”
They looked guilty. Grace dropped Simon’s hand.
“No, don’t do that,” I sighed.
I picked up Simon’s hand and put it back in Grace’s.
“Just get your act together, and I don’t want to hear more yelling on my ship,” I said firmly, as if that was the end of it.
***
Technically, no one was fighting anymore. Grace and Simon had evened out into a peaceful existence. They solved their disagreements without yelling. It was quiet again.
I looked away when they cuddled. I left the room when they kissed. I stopped touching both of them and I kept my distance. They were a pair now, and I didn’t want to interrupt that.
Maybe that’s immature of me. Maybe I’m just punishing myself here. Maybe it’s unrealistic, given that those two are the only humans I’ll ever see again and I need them like I need oxygen. Maybe it’s unfair to them. Maybe they miss me.
I’m sure they don’t. Honeymoon phase, right?
I don’t know. Their relationship is definitely atypical of what I was used to seeing on Earth. I had never asked Grace about his dating history, but I got the sense that he wasn’t interested in romance or sex or any of that. I guess that’s why it took me so long to figure out why they had been fighting so much.
Rocky’s new favorite way to piss me off is to find me in the cockpit (my permanent hiding spot, it seems) and use his echolocation to narrate Simon and Grace’s more intimate activities wherever they are in the ship.
“What is purpose of using mouth, question?” Rocky needled. “Grace puts mouth all over Simon body. Very gross. Disgu~ust.”
“Stop it, Rocky, I don’t wanna know,” I sighed. It’s bad enough that I can hear them going at it when I’m trying to sleep.
Rocky did the Eridian equivalent of a chuckle. He paused for a few seconds, echolocating to another part of the ship. “Another question: why Grace not take clothes off?”
I turned to Rocky. “What?”
“Grace touch Simon intimately, but not other way around,” Rocky explained.
“That’s… strange,” I murmured. I caught myself: “Wait—this is none of my business.”
Rocky chittered smugly.
***
So, I did some research. Shut up.
I don’t know a ton about Simon in comparison to the way I am extremely familiar with Dr. Ryland Grace. I could be right that Grace is somewhere on the asexuality spectrum. And that would probably translate to a slightly unique relationship between him and Simon.
I don’t know why I care so much. It’s just boredom, I’m sure. I was just curious. I’m cooped up and I’ve gotten nosy. Nothing else.
***
I’m stuck in the same room as them.
There was a hairline crack in Rocky’s tunnel that we hadn’t noticed and some ammonia leaked into the dormitory. Rocky ordered us to hang out in the lab until it’s fixed.
“Hey, stranger,” Grace said lightly as I set my stuff down in the corner of the lab.
“Hey,” I said, turning around and trying to bury myself in data.
“Whatcha working on?” Simon asked, wandering over.
I perk up a little, always happy to talk about my work. “The Hail Mary has been collecting spectral data during our journey to Erid,” I explain. “I’ve been analyzing it as we go. Some cool stuff in here.”
Grace walked over to see, ‘ooh’ing and ‘ahh’ing as I flipped through photos the ship’s cameras had taken. It’s the first time they’ve paid attention to me in a while. My fingers trembled slightly on the keyboard.
Simon put his hand over my shaky one. I froze. I realized they were both very close behind me and I felt two conflicting needs—for some air and for more, more, more.
“Are you okay?” Grace asked. I had stopped talking mid-sentence.
“I’m fine,” I said, turning back to my work. Simon stopped my spinny chair halfway, and then turned me around to face them.
Simon’s hand was braced on the desk next to me and Grace was also hovering very close. I was pretty much speechless. I hadn’t been this physically close to a person in a long time.
“Something’s wrong with you,” Simon said bluntly. “We didn’t fix it last time and m’tired of it. Spill.”
“I- I’m lonely,” I said, again. “But I’m trying to give you guys space to…be you. To be…a thing together.”
“We’re not anything without you,” Grace replied, his eyes bigger and wetter than usual. Damn, it’s going to be difficult to keep my distance if he keeps looking at me like that.
“You are,” I said. “You’re definitely something. I don’t… I don’t know what you guys are. But I’m trying not to interrupt.”
“But you’re forcing yourself into solitary confinement,” Simon all but growled.
I got the sense that he knew a thing or two about solitary confinement.
“And stop saying ‘interrupt,’ because you won’t,” Grace added. “We’re a crew. A team. And we need you.”
“Okay?” Simon probed.
“Okay,” I agreed.
***
Rocky finished dealing with the ammonia leak.
Grace and Simon had been gracious enough not to sit in each other’s laps and make eyes at each other in my presence, but I still scurried off to the cockpit as soon as possible.
I almost forgot about the agreement I’d made with them, so used to my routine of hiding. Simon poked his head into the cockpit and cleared his throat.
I startled.
“You’re doing it again,” he complained. Grace peered into the hatch behind him.
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.
“That’s fine,” Grace said cheerfully. “We’ll come to you. As long as you need us to.”
Simon sat himself down in the chair next to me and Grace floated around the small room, examining all the little objects and clutter I had accumulated in the past few weeks. A small model that I had used to teach Rocky yesterday about circuitry was disturbed by Grace’s movements and bonked me on the head.
It was unusual to have them both in the tiny space I had claimed.
It was much more crowded.
I yelped as Simon grabbed my waist and repositioned me. “What are you doing?” I asked, blushing furiously at the close proximity.
“M’braiding your hair. Stop moving,” he replied gruffly.
I relaxed after a few minutes. I forgot how soothing it is to have someone touch your hair. Grace watched with a pleased smile as my eyelids fluttered to half-closed. I felt my heartbeat slow and the prickly feeling of emptiness in my skin, of a lack of sensation, subside.
I felt tears well up in my eyes when he tied off the braid with an elastic and patted my shoulder. Grace sat up in alarm. “Why are you crying?” he asked anxiously.
I wiped furiously at my eyes. “It just reminded me of my mom. She used to… braid my hair.”
I felt Simon’s strong arms—one flesh, and one prosthetic—close around my waist again and pull me in. He hugged me to his broad chest. I was smaller in comparison, a detail that felt strangely good. “It’s okay,” he murmured quietly. “Don’t cry.”
Grace pushed himself forward and hugged me from the front.
I took it in slowly.
Visuals? Grace’s corny t-shirt. Smell? Simon’s shampoo, and the faint smell of sweat. Probably mine. Hearing? My crew’s steady breathing in my ears, and Rocky clanking away distantly in his tunnels. Touch? Strong arms surrounding me. Taste? The salt of my own tears.
I was still overwhelmed.
“Guys…”
“Mm?” Grace murmured.
“I can’t…”
“You can’t what?” Simon encouraged.
“I can’t handle this much, but I need more,” I exhaled shakily. Simon tried to pull away. “No, don’t stop—“
I was crying again.
Grace leaned back from the hug to look at my face. God, he was so close to me.
“Fudge,” he whispered. He looked up at Simon. “Si, we messed up.”
“M’sorry,” Simon murmured into my hair. “We didn’t know it was this bad.”
I struggled against his grip. “I can’t—I can’t be doing this…”
“Why?” Simon murmured, arms loosening.
“I’m too needy, it’s too much, this isn’t normal—“
“S’not too much,” Simon interrupted.
“Your feelings are perfectly normal,” Grace chided in a gentle, teacherly voice. “This is what happens when people get lonely and isolated.”
“But you guys are—“
“Just shut up and let us love you,” Simon interrupted.
I stopped protesting.
“Our lives aren’t normal anymore,” Grace muttered, stroking my cheek gently. “Why should the three of us try to be normal?”
“Okay,” I said. And it really was final this time.
I went limp and compliant in Simon’s arms. He made a pleased noise and turned me around to face him. He pressed me closer and rubbed a hand up and down my back. I buried my face in his neck.
It felt so good, I almost felt wrong enjoying it.
Simon understood that, I think. It took him a while to get used to us touching him in the beginning. He was always saying something about Eden and being a sinner.
Grace communicated something to Simon behind my back, and I heard Simon chuckle and then make an “mm” noise.
“Hey,” Grace said. “Can we cheer you up?”
“What do you mean?” I mumbled, still too busy enjoying the hug.
“I wanna see a smile,” Simon said into my hair.
“No, I’m too busy being pathetic right now,” I muttered.
“Why couldn’t the astronaut book a room on the moon?” Grace said, already chuckling at the answer.
“Why?” I grumbled into Simon’s shirt.
“Because it was full,” Grace wheezed.
“I’m not laughing at that bullshit,” I deadpanned. Simon chuckled at my reaction.
I cracked a smile despite myself.
“Theeere we go,” Grace grinned.
Simon poked at my sides. “How about a laugh?”
“Sihimon, don’t—“
“Ooh, good idea,” Grace snickered.
I tried to use my inertia to get away, but Grace was in the way. I pushed off of his chest to try to get to the door, but then Simon blocked me.
“You’re not gonna escape if it’s both of us,” Simon chuckled.
They grabbed me and I squirmed wildly, legs pinwheeling like a cartoon character in zero gravity.
“C’mon guys, I’m not sad anymore, just hohold on—“
“Nope. Too late,” Grace replied. “You’ve been a sad sack for too long.”
“Sad sack?” Simon chuckled, busy wrangling my arms and pulling them over my head.
“Yep,” Grace said cheerfully, wiggling his fingers towards my now-exposed torso.
I squealed and squirmed around. “Grace! Don’t- Simon, let me go right now,” I demanded.
“Sorry, you need this,” Simon justified.
Grace buried his fingers under my arms and I shrieked. My body tensed up with the urgent need to pull my arms down. I struggled uselessly against Simon.
“Aww, is someone ticklish right here?” Grace teased, poking and digging one finger under each of my arms.
Simon and I both cringed at the baby-talk. I was too busy laughing, but Simon groaned in embarrassment: “Grace….”
Grace laughed at us. “Simon, I’m not even tickling you right now, why are you embarrassed?”
I turned my head to look at Simon’s red cheeks. “You’re cuhute,” I giggled.
“You’re not in a position to make fun,” Simon growled, pinching up my side to add on to Grace’s tickling.
I shrieked with laughter. “AHAHAHA- wait, I’m sohorry- Simon, Grahahace, I’m sorry—“
Grace’s hands migrated down to my stomach. He yanked up my shirt to untuck it from my tied-off jumpsuit. “Maybe now you’ll laugh at my jokes,” he commented, clawing rapidly at my bare tummy.
“YOUR JOHOKES SUCK AHAHASS—“
Simon sucked his teeth. “I think you’ll regret saying that…”
“What do you call two dinosaurs who got into a car crash?” Grace asked.
“I dohon’t knohohow—“
“Tyrannosaurus wrecks!” Grace giggled.
“Not- FUHUNNY!!” My protest turned into a scream of laughter as he nuzzled his stubbly face into my belly.
Simon’s thumb massaged into my hip and I shrieked. “I don’t know, you seem to be laughin’ a lot, angel,” he murmured in my ear. My face burned hotter at the pet name—I’d only ever heard him use it for Grace.
Grace pouted. “You stole my line.”
“I have a better joke for you,” Simon said conspiratorially into my ear. “He’s right in front of you.”
Grace sputtered in indignation as I laughed from genuine humor. “Wha- Hey! Not cool!”
Grace squeezed rapidly up my thighs. “What are you laughing at, huh?”
I descending into snorting giggles. “S’NOHOHOT MY FAULT! It was SIMON!!”
“Oh yeah?” Simon teased in my ear. “You laughed, though, sweetheart.”
He pinched up my ribs and kneaded into each pressure point with terrifying accuracy.
“You laugh, you lose,” Simon added in a tone that sent shivers down my spine.
I let my head fall weakly onto Simon’s shoulder, kicking desperately. My laughter turned breathy. Their fingers slowed down.
“You feeling better?” Grace asked.
“Noho, I’m feeling like I’ve been tohortured,” I fired back. One reprimanding squeeze from Simon set me straight.
“Good,” Grace said with a dopey smile. He leaned up and pressed a scratchy kiss under my jaw.
I froze. What did that mean? It must have showed on my face, because I felt a laugh rumble through Simon’s chest.
Simon grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “I bet Rocky’s ready to sleep soon,” he said. “Let’s go watch.”
⋆˚࿔ fucking you slow after overstimulating you ⋆˚࿔
ִֶָ🪽་༘ p in v, yes slow, deep penetration, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dex pinning you down with his body weight yayyy
dex’s got you crushed under him with his whole body heavy and hot, pinning you so deep into the mattress you can barely breathe right. his cock’s still buried so deep inside you, and when he starts moving it’s this slow, nasty drag that makes you feel every ridge, every swollen vein, the way he’s already so thick from wrecking you three times before this.
he pulls out until it’s just the fat head stretching your entrance. everything was leaking out, your slick and his cum sliding hot down your thighs in a sticky mess. then he sinks back in, inch by inch, shoving all that length right back inside you. your gasp punches out when he hits that spot again, the one that makes your toes curl and your nails dig hard into his biceps without you even realizing. dex stays right there, grinding his hips so his pelvis rubs your oversensitive clit, and the noise that rips out of you is broken, needy, almost embarrassing.
his mouth’s all over your neck, open and sloppy, sucking bruises you’ll definitely feel tomorrow. his grip on your hips is bruising, fingers trembling like he’s fighting the urge to just pound you senseless again. so before he fully loses control, he gives you another one of those slow, devastating thrusts that makes you clench around him like you’re trying to keep him there.
“come on,” he growls low against your ear, voice rough and strained, “just take a little more for me, yeah?”
he keeps going like that. slow, deep, deliberate. all you can focus on is the way his cock drags against every sensitive inch inside you. every thrust pushes more of that sticky mess deeper, fills you until you’re overflowing and the sheets are ruined beneath you.
when he finally comes again it’s with this low, guttural groan muffled against your shoulder as his cock pulsed hard while he pumps another thick load deep inside. yet, he doesn’t stop moving. just keeps fucking it back in, slow and deep, like he’s got all night to make sure every drop stays right where it belongs. and well... you know that he is not stopping anytime soon. poor you.
im sorry but you will NEVER convince me that fics w dead dove / rape / pedophilia / incest etc is normal or in tandem w personal preference. it is very clearly fetish content that perverts within fandoms use to justify their degeneracy bc tell me why there r rapist!character headcanons???? like these people are obv making this content for weirdos to jerk off to and it kills me that this is so normalized within fandoms bc its “just content”, it’s always deeper than that and you’re just using fiction as an outlet so you don’t go to jail, you all should be put on a list
i was like woah i really like the characters simon and ryland grace and relate to them a lot. then i realized bruh they were both forced into high pressure situations and forced to navigate them alone and scared like i never thought id relate currently more to two white men??
AND they werent taken seriously/seen as human😂😂im fucked😂😂😂
EXACTLY, WHY AM I WHITE IN EVERY X READER FANFICTION????! WHY THE FUCK IS THERE AN IMAGE OF A WHITE PERSON THAT IS SUPPOSED TO REPRESENT THE READER IN THE HEADER??? WHY AM I BLUSHING? WHY AM I THROWING MY HAIR INTO A MESSY BUN WHEN MY HAIR IS IN BRAIDS 99% OF THE TIME??? WHO IS SLIPPING THEIR FINGERS INTO MY HAIR?? HOW ARE THEY DOING IT IF MY HAIR IS, ONCE AGAIN, IN BRAIDS BROTHER
ALSO
DEAR CHARACTER
STOP TRYING TO WASH MY HAIR EVERY TIME THERE'S A SHOWER SCENE
IT'LL TAKE US A FULL DAY TO GET OUT OF THAT SHOWER IF YOU DO THAT
i just saw like barely a few pictures from the movie iron lung and they looks ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIC??!! im interested and want to watch it and simon seems like a cool character and the whole movie sounds cool but im terrified What happened to him
sammy bryant holding your hands while eating you out 😩
how did you know i needed this exact request anon! gimme a kith :3 also made him a cryer lol
sammy bryant is SUCH a sap when he's in love
*no cut needed just a lil smut below* ! mdni !
i feel like sammy would get soooo emotional about how you’re letting him make you feel good. he would always eat you out before he even suggests sex for sure!
and he would use it as a way to calm himself down if he had a bad day at work or was super stressed. he’d come home to you alseep and would start kissing at your thighs until your eyes flutter open “wha- sammy?” and he’d be all “hi baby. missed you. missed my sweet pussy- how’s my girl?” and he’s not talkin about you. you stopped wearing panties to bed eventually because you knew what happens when your man gets home. he wants to spend some time with his ‘favorite girl’.
he’d use his big hands to run at your hips, thighs and belly, feeling you up in a soft and reverent manner. he’d start with the routine question he always asks. “didya take good care of her for me while i was gone?” and you’re still half asleep so you yawn and stretch “mhm” and sammy just throws your thighs over his shoulder and is all condescending. “need to check just to be sure. she might need me y’know.”
you giggle and nod at him, giving him the green light he needs. and he’d say thank you the whole time as if you’re the one pleasuring him. he’d be rutting his hips into the bed while he’s suffocating his face into your pussy. he’d whimper over and over “fuck- taste so good baby- mmhf- thank you thank you- fuck i needed this-” now you’re fully awake at this point and you’re moaning and crying out for him as he laps at you with his warm tongue. he’ll reach a big hand up and grab at you. it’s the kind of gesture a toddler makes when they want to be picked up and you’ve seen it enough from your boyfriend that you know what it means.
you reach down and intertwine your fingers in his. he lets out a loud sigh of satisfaction at the feeling of your soft hand in his and he goes into overdrive. sucking and nipping at you like your hand was the last piece of the puzzle he needed.
when you whine his name you feel a surge of wetness between your legs that’s definitely not coming from you. you glance down and sammy’s face is all red and his eyes are pinched shut as he weeps. you’re trying to have sympathy for him, maybe even ask what’s wrong but he sticks two thick fingers into you with his free hand and curls them until you’re coming all over his face. riding his tear soaked cheeks.
you claw at his hand and squeeze his thick fingers with yours as you convulse and moan. and you vaguely hear his small little voice worship you through your release. “so perfect- thankyouthankyou. loveyou loveyou babygirl-“
part two of missing my awkward ass, monster cock having boyfriend and thinking about how pope cody would have no idea he’s good at sex.
he would be sooo confused while trying to decipher your moans.
he would be as deep as he can get inside you. basking in the feeling of your snug walls fluttering around him as he fucks you to the brink of another orgasm. he’s huffing and puffing to stave off his own as you suck him in deeper with each steady thrust. he has to glance up at the ceiling in restraint when he slings one of your legs over his shoulder. you both moan loudly at the angle shift. he can’t help but pick up his pace. you start to gasp. “i can’t! ‘s too much andy- ohgod ohfuck-!” his hips immediately falter, thinking he’s doing it all wrong even though he feels your wetness now gushing down his thighs?.
your glazed over eyes widen. you frantically claw at his waist when he slows to a stop. “what no- why’d you stop! f-felt so good-” his nose bunny-scrunches in confusion, swallowing a groan when you grind against him to slip him deeper. “you said it was too much? i-i didn’t want to hurt you.” your exhale is more of a pout as you wriggle beneath him. “not too much! promise- jus feel ‘s full! please andy- keep going please!” he only complies because you’re clenching around him which he’s positive means you like it. he manages to keep going until you come around him and he finishes inside you. trying to ignore how bad he feels when you tell him he’s too big the whole time :(
or or or! he gets real dumbfounded when you make him feel good. too good sometimes. he never likes when you get on your knees incase you get sore, but you do it anyway cause you tell him you love it! you’d be knelt between his legs as he sits on the couch. his spine straight, thighs clenching and jaw hanging open at the way your mouth works the thick head of his cock while your hand strokes the base. you moan around him and his whole body twitches in pleasure. a tingly zap of warmth that has his stomach fold in half. his eyes shoot open and he’s met with the sight of his legs shaking. every limb shaking. “w-wait- mmhf- stop.”
your mouth *pops* off his dick lewdly and your brow furrows. “was it- did it not feel good?” he swallows audibly. “no! no felt s’good- but i’m…” he gestures to his thighs that are still buzzing under your palms. you coo softly. “oh andy...” you place a kiss to his leaky tip and he shudders. “how bout you let me. ‘nd if it feels bad i’ll stop. kay?” he doesn’t know what the knowing grin on your face means, but he can’t say no to you! he barely finishes his nod before you suck him back into your mouth and hollow your cheeks. his brain feels all fuzzy as your tongue and fingers work in tandem sloppily along his length. when he starts shaking again, he lets it happen. body vibrating all nice till his muscles lock up tight. and when you take him to the back of your throat and gag, the white hot tension snaps and he blacks out for a bit. thrashing and whimpering as he comes harder than he ever has before <3
dex is such a freak that he makes you share a straw for your milkshakes because he thinks of it as indirect kissing. suggestive, mdni. pre relationship dex.
he’ll swat your hand away when you go to put a second straw in, or he’ll take your straw out. or, he’ll just grab your face in his big calloused hand to keep you still for him, making your lips pucker, and shove his straw in your mouth after he’s taken a good sip.
“see? there, not so hard.” it’s almost crooned condescendingly before he gives your cheek a final squeeze.
leaving him to just stare at your lips as they finally wrap around where his mouth just was, ignoring the way you glare at him. because all he could think about was that your saliva was mixing with his.
your saliva was touching his. your saliva was touching his. your mouth your mouth your mouth. he swallows his own saliva that’s pooled in his mouth at the thought.
Wow first post!! So exciting!! Imma be 100% honest this is my first time writing smut so plz be nice lol
Pairing: Trafalgar Law x afab!reader
Summary: Law brings you with him into a town to grab supplies for the crew, but a local ingredient brings up some complications
CW: sex pollen infected!reader, doctor/patient themes, awkward sex (at first), semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, dirty talk, premature ejaculation, unprotected sex
WC: 2.7k
*** MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ***
Distant seagulls and crashing waves can be heard as you disembark the Polar Tang. It had been almost two weeks since the Heart Pirates stopped at a seaside town for supplies. You had begged Law to bring you with him, as you could not stand the thought of being in that dark submarine for any longer. He had originally planned on going alone to avoid causing a commotion with the locals, but reluctantly agreed to let you tag along. Your role as ship’s cook would give useful insight to what local ingredients are best. The quiet town was about a 15 minute walk away with little to no conversation. Law had always been fairly reserved, not going out of his way to make unnecessary small talk. You didn’t really mind, you were just grateful for the fresh air and new scenery.
“Where should we stop first?” You ask as the two of you near the seaside market. There was wide variety of stands, ranging from fruits, to weapons, to clothing and accessories.
“There’s a few items I need to go look for. How about you get started on the food supplies?” Law turns to you and hands you a wad of money. “Your allowance. Try not to go overboard,” he gives a faint smirk and heads further into the market.
You decide to start with the necessary ingredients, ones that would help feed the entire crew for a small sum of money. You pick up a variety of food, and are already getting excited about recipes you can make with them. After about 30 minutes of shopping, you figure you have enough food to make several different meals, for at least the next two weeks. You even had spare money left over. Assuming the crew wouldn’t make another stop like this for the next few weeks again, you take it upon yourself shop for some fun snacks to boost crew morale. Your primary duty as the Heart Pirates Chef is to keep the crew fed and alive, but it is also very important to you that everyone is happy and satiated. You come across a stand full of pastries, presumably owned by the town baker. They had a variety of options, but the one that caught your eye were the heart-shaped Starbone cookies. ‘Wow perfect for the Heart Pirates,’ you proudly think as you purchase two dozen. It was fairly common to see lots of new flavors and herbs on different islands. You had never heard of Starbone before, but the smell of the cookies was tempting enough for you to want to try them. You treat yourself to a cookie as you roam the market, starting to make your way towards Law.
“You doing okay? You look a little flushed?” He asks approaching you.
“Yeah! I’m fine. Must’ve gotten more sun than usual,” you reply, joking about the window-less conditions of the Polar Tang. You always appreciated Law’s concern for others. It was a natural instinct that would come with any doctor, but Law’s concern always felt sincere towards his crew. After a short pause, you decide to change the conversation, “You find everything you need?”
“Yeah, wish I would’ve found some more medical supplies, but got a good haul otherwise. You?”
“I got enough food supplies for the next two weeks, WITH leftover berries,” you proudly reply, handing him the leftover berries. “Oh! I also got some extra treats for the crew. Some cookies. I just had one and they’re amazing.”
“Nice,” he responds with a laidback smile. The two of you leave the town and start making your way back to the crew. Things were a little more upbeat this time, with some lighthearted conversation here and there. As the two of you walked side by side, you couldn’t help but ponder on your feelings toward Law. You thought you had been mostly over it, but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about him late at night every now and then. In fact, with the way he was looking now maybe you were still just as enamored with him. His dark hair… sharp features… warm smile… Maybe it was just the heart-shaped cookies talking, but from the corner of your mind something decides maybe now would be a good time to tell him how you felt. Instinctively you stop dead in your tracks, fully prepared to confess something, anything to your captain.
“Law?” you turn to him, your heart suddenly betraying all sense of reason.
“What is i-“ he pauses, looking shocked. “Holy crap, you’re burning up!? Are you okay?” He throws his backpack down and starts rummaging for a thermometer.
You thought it was the heat, or maybe the sun, or maybe just plain embarrassment, but you had been feeling warmer than usual since you had left town. You must be more lovesick than you thought. Not to mention, you had a burning, almost cramping feeling in your lower stomach. ‘Lovesick or horny’ you thought to yourself. Law pulls the thermometer out of his bag and stands up, “Let’s get you into some shade.” He picks up his gear and guides you to a large rock.
“Open up,” he says as he puts the thermometer in your mouth. “Hmm. You’re running a pretty high fever. Are you feeling any other symptoms?”
“Well, I suppose some minor cramping. And I feel a little flushed” You always felt weird about Law trying to diagnose you, but at the end of the day it was his job.
“Are you menstruating?”
“No.”
“And you felt fine this morning?”
“I mean you saw me as we were heading to town. I was fine up until 10 minutes ago.”
“Hmm. You eat or drink anything in town? Could be an allergic reaction if it was brought about so quickly.”
“I had one of those cookies. It was an interesting flavor. Starbuck? Or something like that.” You start to open your bag of supplies to grab the box of cookies.
“Oh Starbone! I’ve never heard of it. Maybe I am allergic.”
“Crap,” Law whispers as he starts looking around, the town still not too far away.
“What? Is that a bad thing?”
“No. But it’s not a good thing. If I remember correctly, the town does grow and sell that flower. It’s a strong aphrodisiac, used for fertility but sometimes recreationally. I’m not sure what the dosage is in those cookies, but it looks like it’s working fast.”
‘Fuck…’ you thought to yourself. Of course the heart-shaped cookies with a weird ingredient were an aphrodisiac.
“Do I have to wait it out? Is there a way to reverse it?”
“Unfortunately I’m not sure. We’re not too far from town. I can go ask some locals. Just stay put and drink some water. Okay?” Law assured as he hands you his water canteen. “Also have a seat.”He takes off his hoodie to reveal his gleaming muscles and white tank, partially covering his chest tattoos. He lays his hoodie out on the rocky ground, and sets his backpack down to be used as a backrest.
“I’ll be right back,” he promises.
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Law had been gone for a fair amount of time, and you were feeling no better. All you could think about was him, and how caring he was… and how his hoodie smelled just like him… and how his tattoos contoured his perfect muscles… and… you were getting worse by the minute. It had to have been a strong aphrodisiac, because this might’ve been the horniest you’ve ever felt. You couldn’t help but try to shift in your seat, for any sort of friction. If Law was taking his time, maybe you could try to make yourself cum, maybe that would help speed up the effects of the drug. With how you were feeling, it would take no time at all to rub one out before he got back… ‘right?’
You decided to get to work. The rock you were sitting at was big enough to block the view from the town, and the Polar Tang was still far around the bend, also out of sight. You unzip your shorts and rub your hand along your slit over your panties. They were much wetter than you had anticipated. You rub your hand in small slow circles, enjoying the friction. Your heart feels like it’s going a million beats a minute, and you’re trying your best to suppress your moans. You rub faster and faster, grinding on your hand. It feels so good, but it’s not enough. You slip in two fingers and use your other hand to slide under your shirt and pinch one of your nipples. Your fingers are pumping as hard and fast as they’ll go, but it’s still not enough. You can’t reach that peak. Tears start to form in your eyes as frustration settles in. Your whole body is burning and you can’t do anything to fix it. In fact, it’s safe to say you’re only making it worse. Before you know it, Law returns from around the rock.
“Okay I got some- WOAH,” he blurted, taking in the lewd scene before him. He stared for a second, and then quickly turned around, looking slightly embarrassed.
“LAW!! I’m so sorry. I thought I could make it go away. But I think I made it worse.” You confessed, your voice breathy and needy. “I think I need help.”
Without turning around, Law replies, “I know. The locals told me it can take hours to even days for the effects to wear off without a partner.” He pauses, as if he’s carefully deciding what to say next. “I don’t want to leave you like this, knowing it could get worse. I would suggest treatment as soon as possible. I can do it right here if you’re comfortable with that, but it doesn’t have to be me. I can also go grab a crew mate or someone you feel more comfortable with. After all, it’s is a very intimate treatment and patient safety is a top priority of mine.”
You take a moment to consider his words, then work up the courage to nervously ask, “Will you do it?” He gives a small nod, and makes his way toward you. You’ve never seen him look anxious like this. He reaches into the backpack and pulls out some disposable rubber gloves. His hands are shaking ever so slightly.
“Okay. I’m going to help you now.” He says, putting the gloves on and kneeling next to you. “Can you remove your shorts for me?”
You awkwardly slide your shorts and panties off, hoping this area would stay private.
“I’m going to finger you now... Are you okay with that?”
“Please…” you whimper, spreading your legs. Law inserts two gloved fingers slowly, awaiting your reaction. You let out a soft moan. Your head falls back as you take in the pleasure. He starts to move a little faster, picking up a rhythm that makes you sing sounds of satisfaction. You look back at him, with half lidded eyes, and he’s starting to look more confident, almost appearing proud of himself for giving you so much relief. You look down and you can see a tent forming in his jeans. ‘Holy shit.’
He must’ve noticed you gawking because he intervenes: “Hey. Look at me. Look me in the eyes.” His gloved fingers are soaked by now. He rests his other hand on your thigh and gently squeezes it.
“How does it feel? Does it feel good?” You give a nod, your brain too focused on the pleasure to make coherent words.
“How about if I do this?” Law uses his hand on your thighs to slide your shirt and bra up. Two of his fingers find your nipple and begin playing with it. You squirm with pleasure. If you weren’t so distracted with bliss, you almost thought you could hear a small “wow” from Law. This isn’t how you imagined your first time with him, but you couldn’t care less about that now.
“You really like that, don’t you?” He’s giving that damn smirk. Oh he was enjoying this too.
“Think you’re ready to cum now?” His fingers are curling inside you, hitting that sweet spot, but you could tell it wasn’t enough.
“Can’t..” you whine between moans. “Need.. you.. inside me.. please Law” you plead, teary eyed.
He looks surprised, but immediately understands. He leans in close with darkened eyes, “So you want my big cock in your little pussy, huh? You want me to make you feel good.” He removes his hands, jolting you back to reality.
“Fuck these things,” Law growls as he rips off his gloves. He unzips his jeans and grabs his cock, already covered in precum.
“So you want your big strong captain to make you feel better, huh?” he says, stroking his cock. He lines it up on your slit and pauses a second to watch you squirm with frustration.
“Please… Law…” you plead between moans and cries, “I need you to help me cum. I need you inside me…” He’s looking proud of himself again. Almost arrogant. He finally thrusts into you with a soft groan.
“You like that? Want me to keep going?” All you can do is nod. One of his hands makes its way to your tits, and the other one puts two tattooed fingers in your mouth. You suck his fingers without breaking eye contact.
“You’re taking me so well… I’ve wanted this for so fucking long…” Law confesses. “Such a perfect fucking body…” He looks you up and down, his cock pumping in and out of your pussy that’s clenching like you would simply die if he ever pulled out.
“From the looks of it, I can only imagine you wanted me too.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, making a small pop.
“Law…” you moan. You never actually considered he felt attraction, nonetheless attraction towards you.
“If I had to guess…” Law’s free hand leaves your breast and finds its way to your clit. “I bet you touch yourself thinking about me.” Law groans, remembering the dirty glimpse he got of you fingering yourself.
“I bet… you were thinking about me when I walked in on you touching yourself. You’re such a dirty girl aren’t you? And now you’re gonna cum all over my big fat cock, all because you needed me that badly.” Law slowed his pace, slamming into you harder with every thrust. Between that, Law’s skilled fingers, and dirty words you just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ah…” you moan. “I’m gonna-” Before you knew it, you were cumming, tears pooling in your eyes as the long anticipated release had finally come. Law grabs your hips as you grind against his cock, riding out the pleasure. Your whole body was in unimaginable ecstasy, tears of euphoria rolling down your cheeks.
“That’s my good girl.” He gently wipes your tears with his thumb and leans down close to your ear, “I’m gonna cum inside you now,” he mutters in a dark tone.
“Please…” you respond, feeling nothing but bliss. Law speeds up his pace, focused on his own release. His long tattooed fingers grab tightly onto your hips and he fucks your still-clenching pussy at a greedy pace. He groans and you can feel the hot ropes inside you with every thrust. You can feel the mixture of fluids spilling out of you as he slowly pulls out. Law leans over on top of you, brushing hair out of your face.
“Feel better now?” He asks with a chuckle of relief.
“Um…” the conversation shifts in a more serious tone. “Were all those things you said true? About you wanting me too?” He moves over to lay next to you.
“I’ve wanted you since the day you joined my crew. If I’m being honest, I was a little nervous to bring you with me today, I thought I was gonna say something stupid.”
You giggle, “I felt the same way about you. I’ve liked you for so long, I just never considered you’d feel the same way.” You pause for a second, taking in the close moment of intimacy.
“I do feel better. And I’m glad that you were the one here for me. I wouldn’t let it be anyone else.”
“I’m glad it was me too. It hurt me so much to see you in pain like that.” Law kisses your forehead. “Say, next time how about I buy you dinner first?” You both laugh, enjoying your newfound closeness with one another.
“How about we don’t share those cookies with the crew?”
it was just an off-handed comment when you saw he was about to leave the room without it. it’s true: the hat was cute, but it was also quite silly in your eyes, which was why you called it stupid. all in good nature, of course!
you really didn’t think much of it, and so you were confused when law closed the ajar door of his office and walked back to your spot in the sofa beside his desk. his eyebrow was raised and he had a small smile on his lips, though, you weren’t sure if it was because he thought you were funny or maybe he didn’t like it.
you found out quick enough.
“ah—it—mhmmf!” your cries were muffled as he continued pressing your face against the chair, his cock hitting deep inside of you over and over from behind. “it was just a joke!” you slurred, drool escaping your lips due to the position you were in.
“oh, yeah?” he asked, voice breathy and laced with sarcasm. he fisted your hair in one hand and pulled you back roughly against his chest. “well, it wasn’t very funny to me.”
you couldn’t make out anything else except his name as he continued thrusting hard in and out of your gushing cunt, and you were vaguely aware that you were dripping and staining the velvet seat below. you’d already came twice at that point, the first one—embarassingly—being due to his long, slender fingers.
“law! law! what, now you can’t say anythin’ else?” he mocked, his other hand was rubbing circles on your clit relentlessly, making you jolt and shake because of the overstimulation, to which he just laughed at right over your ear. “c’mon, baby, let me hear you crack a joke again.”
he pulled his fingers away making you whine, then you felt him move a little, his grip on your hair loosening. you took that chance to breathe and that’s when you felt his hat drop on the top your head.
“let’s see how many orgasms i can get out of you while you’re wearing my cute little stupid hat, hm?”
i might be too into people being soft during sex even when a lot of people could argue against that but do you think law sometimes holds your hand during sex or holds both of your hands when he's feeling slightly more emotional
