CrunchyCatBreath

young writer ~ 13 ~ she/her ~ gemini ~ bisexual

[skyrigel]

Simon never heard his father say sorry, or please, or thank-you, or I love you.

In their house, when his mama would put down hot, heavy casseroles, her skin damp with sweat, eyes darting for some sweet words, his father never said one word of thanks, let alone 'some'. Only waved his thick, impatient hand.

His father never took the plates to the sink. Never noticed when she stayed up at night to sort the screws by size and purpose—organizing the chaos he left behind just to find one damn hammer.

His father never said ‘please can you—’ only grunted with that bitter mouth, glared with those unkind eyes when he needed something.

Simon never heard him say I love you. And he couldn’t believe his eyes the day his father plucked out his baby brother from his mama's arm, and didn’t spare one glance for his Ma. She didn't deserved that, did she? Her weak frail body, cracked murmuring lips — she should be celebrated with adoration, comfort, love.

Love, and an infinite of it.

His father never sat beside her just to drink tea. Never told her about his day. Never asked about hers — what she did, or liked, or wanted. Never reached out his thumb, however calloused it was, to wipe away the sprout on her chin. That he was grateful she's next to him, that he loved her.

So when life happened, and Simon was left to pick up his pieces and place them in a way he wanted to be—he thought whomever he will be, anything, but his father.

Anything but him.

And then life happened again but this time it arranged itself in beautiful ways. Because you came with it this time. You and all your silly lovely ways, you who kissed your knee before resting your chin, you who cheered up catching up with fridge' light switching off, you so beautiful, so kind, made up of sundust. His sunshine — lighting up his world.

And God, he was so, so grateful. Every moment, every day !

“I love you,” he’d say the moment he wakes up next to you. Pressing his love on your lips, on your shoulder, on your neck.

“I love you,” when you spill milk in the morning daze and stare at it like it might disappear.

“I love you,” when he wipes your chin and kisses your forehead.

“I love you,” when he takes your hand in his and rubs it between his palm, why ? Because he'll spend his whole life keeping your hands warm than anything else.

“I love you.” because he loves, loves, and loves you so much that it hurts, so much that it heals, so much that it's everything sweet ever happened to him.

“I love you.” for all the ways his father failed, and Simon too, as a son, as a brother — failed to save his mama and lil' brother. I love you, because in loving you he is allowing himself to be loved.

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[pocketss]

so hard to find a decent exorcist these days :/

[pocketss]

big egg

[fihella]

Mine

[valetoria]

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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎

full nelson. ⋆ choking you. ⋆ fucking your ex. ⋆ squirting. ⋆ eating you out w a chain around his neck. ⋆ degradation (spanish ver.) ⋆ backshots.. but you’re the one who’s cuffed. ⋆ sending the porn he made w you to your bf.‎

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

sensitivity. ⋆ mirror play. ⋆ tw: playing a risky game. ⋆ ‘manhandling’ you. ⋆ worshiping + sucking your tits. ⋆ his balls slapping against your clit. ⋆ using your titties to get off. ⋆ stroking him while he plays video games.

NANAMI KENTO. ꒱‎

sweet bunny. ⋆ riding him. ⋆ shower sex. ⋆ teasing + denying you. ⋆ thigh highs. ⋆ treating you and fingering you. ⋆ fingering his passenger princess. ⋆ distracting you while you read.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

handcuffing you. ⋆ groping you. ⋆ dick just too good. ⋆ taking the condom off. ⋆ gripping onto the headboard. ⋆ fucking you in socks. ⋆ ravishing you senseless. ⋆ thrusting into you. ⋆ toying w you.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

fucking you in the dark. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ fingering you until you turn into a water fountain. ⋆ squirting. ⋆ jerking him off. ⋆ sucking his balls. ⋆ fucking you dumb. ⋆ missionary w your legs closed.

[pocketss]

laurie 😔

[beybuniki]

girl izuku :D with some annotations :D more in my tags :D

[11hp]

[devil-in-hiding]

loser!Simon who the guys tease into approaching you at the pub, snickering amongst themselves as they watch the way Simon stiffly makes his way towards where you sit alone in your little booth

only to stare, gobsmacked 15 minutes later as they watch a very shocked, wide eyed Simon be dragged out of the booth, looking back at them with awe in his eyes as you lead him towards the exit

all he had done was ramble about the latest tea he had tried, asking if you’d like to try it with him sometimes

[yourloverslost-deactivated20250]

john coming home from deployment, a mission that’s been 8 months long no contact. it’s been the worst mission he’s had in awhile, quite a new arsenal of scars to show for it, coming home late at night knowing his missus is probably already asleep, only to find the lights on at the house. that’s weird he’s not been in contact since they landed on base, wanting to surprise her. opening the door with silence only men in his work have, and seeing a chubby baby cradled in your arms as you rock the babe side to side. there are no thoughts or words going through his mind at seeing you with a chubby baby, he whispers your name, as you look up with surprised but tired eyes, that were focusing on the babe in your arms. he’s all choked up, beyond surprised as he notices the slight but apparent changes to yourself as your more soft and rounder then he last saw you, a beautiful change. only for the silence and shock to be disrupted with another cry from down the hall. wincing as you mutter one word with a smile to your husband. “Surprise”

[maruti-bitamin]

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[dmitriene]

simon laying his hand over the plushness of your asscheeks, stubbled cheek against the warm, plump skin of your curves, concealed only by your panties and some home shirt you wear, stealed from his wardrobe, as he gazes at the way you scroll through your phone, pale eyelashes quivering with every lazy blink.

he nuzzles his nose in your cheeks, littering small, feathery kisses that you don't feel at first, until they don't turn into sinking bites, leaving light dents from his teeth's at your tender skin, his chapped lips brushing against every ounce of your flesh, lips opening up to suddenly mouth at your ass, as you twitch your legs.

simon leaves blooming hickeys under the patch of his lips, calloused hands rubbing along your thighs, before gripping onto them to press you still into the mattress, despite your pitched squeaks of his name and small giggles when he bites at your skin again, teasing you with a scrape of his sharp canines, ticklish and stinging because of his rough stubble.

leaving you full in affectionate bites, knowing he's free to mark you all he wants, burrowing his face in your cheeks with a peaceful sight, but before you can reach out to your phone again, he flips you over, making you thump against the mattress with your back, sprawling your hands as simon lays on you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

maybe, when simon will make sure you're all marred by his kisses and bites, you would be able to come back to your social media, but for now, he'd pull every little giggle out of you that he can, tingling you with his breath and kisses, as you arch your neck for him, open for his show of affection.

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[die-rosastrasse]

Various stars & moon details from my gouache paintings 🌙✨

[koling2345]

Just Simon with a cute new recruit. NSFW

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

Lieutenant! Simon who: Thought you'd be just another recruit, until he saw that you were such a cute little bird. So obedient and pliable, always listening to what he had to say without refuting it.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Never even looked at any recruit in a different way until you arrived on base. The way you looked at him with sweet little eyes and called him 'Sir' was almost a symphony in his ears.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Loved it when you asked him for help with something on the base, sometimes purposely disappearing with things, only to see you coming after him to find out where that item was.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Made a point of training you, he never let any other superior do it. Not even Johnny. Simon wanted to be solely responsible for your success, or rather, he wanted to be solely responsible for giving you orders. And watching you obey them.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Started glaring daggers at any other soldier who looked at you. Not only that, but any soldier who even spoke to you or flirted with you was magically given a month's worth of hard duties. What a shame ;(

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was in charge of you at the gym, giving you several repetitions of exercises, never passing up an opportunity to put you in some positions that were a bit... Lewd, to say at least. Always keeping a close eye on every exercise you did, his eyes roaming over your body as you knelt down to stand up when you finished a set. The sight always made his pants a little tight.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Always gave you heavy workouts, tiring you to the limit. Just to make sure you'd get tired enough, then he'd have the excuse of helping you to get your bearings. Putting a hand on your lower back. Sometimes even being bold enough to put his hand on your waist, pulling your body against his in an attempt to help you. And if you were really, really tired, he could carry you on his shoulders. No, it wasn't an excuse to stare at your ass and thighs, feeling your body pressed against his. He swore it was just his good intention, he just wanted to help!

Lieutenant! Simon who: Would let you sleep in his room, there was a storm and the base was without power, you didn't want to be alone because you were scared. And he wouldn't let you be alone after learning that you were afraid of thunder, poor thing. That night he wrapped you up in his sheets, pulling you into his lap as he comforted you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Helped you forget the fierce storm outside, pumping his thick fingers into your pussy, slipping in and out of you, scissoring and curving inside you. He made you come once, twice, three times, enough to make you tired and sleep on his lap, in the mess you made on his thighs, and he didn't care. In fact, he was proud to see the mess you'd made, that he'd given you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: After spending one night with you, he refused to sleep in separate rooms, so every night he dragged you to his room, at which point he already considered you his cute little thing. Normally, he would hold you all night with a death grip, so don't even try to escape.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Couldn't sleep peacefully until he'd buried his cock in you. Sleep only came to him after he had slid his thick cock into your wet folds, deep into your tight warmth. Slamming into you without mercy, he swears that his lullaby is your whimpering sounds under him.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was mean to you, used you until he had his fill. It didn't matter if you'd already come for the thousandth time, he didn't care, because he went after his own pleasure, he would pound into you all night if he wanted to.Even if you were whimpering underneath him and saying you couldn't take it anymore, he'd respond with:

“You can and you will.”

[bee-rosmyth-art]

2010s tumblr girl Miku

[moldycigarette]

this x simon “ghost” riley

cw!: praise, size kink, creampie, breeding kink, bulge, simon’s a nasty dog (and i tried to warn ya)

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simon never fails to remind you how much bigger he is than you.

you’re short? no problem, all those missing inches go to simon. oh wait you’re tall? whatever, he still towers over you.

are you chubby by society’s standards? just means there’s more for him to love. skinny? that’s okay too, he’s always down to eat whatever you can’t finish.

no matter what size or shape you are, it’s a guarantee that simon is still bigger than you. and he always manages to remind you of that in the bedroom.

his large hands around your waist, pounding into you with his thick cock. he obsesses over the bulge in your cute tummy from his size, practically drooling over the fact that he can’t even fit inside you’re pretty pussy all the way.

whether he’s fucking you doggy style or in a mating press, he will always tower over you. he makes sure you’re cum is on his fingers and his tongue alone before he shoves his meaty dick inside you; this man has the libido and stamina of a god.

“g’nna fuck this p’ssy so good, love. fill ya’ up to the brim,” he moans, his thrusts growing more erratic as he feels that familiar heat in his stomach.

you’re coming right along with him, seeing stars while he peppers kisses in your neck. “such a good girl f’r me, g’nna make the best mama.”

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um sorry didn’t mean to let out my inner whore

[deadbranch]

"You cold?"

In the time you've known Simon he's never asked you how you felt. You assume he never gave your comfort much thought. He informed you recently it was because he didn't want to treat you differently than the men around you.

That dynamic changed last night when you fell into bed together.

"A little," you concede.

"Come 'ere." He drags you into the shelter of his warm body, his spot on the mattress already noticeably toastier than yours.

"So what happens now?"

He takes a moment to consider your question, or perhaps he already has and he's drawing a blank the way you are.

"We'll get breakfast, for starters..."

As you nod in acknowledgement, his nose bumps the back of your head. Rather than withdrawing, he snuggles closer.

"...and then we'll figure out the rest."

"You're not worried this will get weird?" you muse out loud, bracing for him to say yes.

"No. We deserve some happiness. Don't think anyone would begrudge us that."

"Do you think they know?"

"Pretty sure they do. Gaz told me to look after ya before we left the pub. Not in a sexist way, but...he cares."

Tears stand in your eyes, but not for shame nor hurt. When he kisses your shoulder your emotions spill. You realize he must have felt the subtle shudder in your lungs as he hugs you tighter.

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