this blog is mostly dedicated to my lover, simon riley. i also write for john, kyle, johnny, and konig. if you're interested in my non-cod writing check it out here.
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mood and tend to forget my drafts exist
i am very anti generative ai and i do not consent to having my work used for any kind of ai usage.
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im a.a, black caribbean. 20 something. chronically ill & audhd. deeply queer (nonbinary, pansexual & asexual, poly) father to a void cat, sevendust
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After your old team was wiped out when helping the taskforce, you thought you’d never bounce back. Joining the taskforce wasn't exactly the dream either— especially since you didn't actually know who or what you were signing up to work with.
On your first mission you almost screamed at the giant falcon ripping a soldier to shreds, or a wolf tackling another down into the ground.
They were shifters, and no one had thought to tell you that.
Regardless, you’ve been doing your best to try and fit in as one of the only humans around. It was the first time in months you’ve had actual weekends and evenings to just sit back and exist, not chasing after one lead or the other non stop. Recently you’ve watched plenty of movies, picked up a hobby or two, and even went on a few lunch dates with the sergeants. You feel like you’re getting closer by the day— and it makes you a lot more confident too.
It’s midday, a weekend, and you sit in front of your dresser in your quarters, ready to sort it out after being moved to the task force’s wing. You had shoved it in before just for the past few days, but now you actually had to deal with it. With a sigh you pull out the last pair of trousers, tossing them into their own pile before looking at the sight of all your clothes spread out. Maybe you should put them on hangers in your cupboard instead..
You stand, heading to grab some only to hear soft scratching behind you. There’s nothing in the room though, and you even glance around the side of your bed, finding nothing in the slightest. So when you bring your freshly folded trousers to the drawer, you’re surprised to see fur sticking out the back. Confused, you crane your head down, trying to get a peek, only for light eyes to shine in the dark, paired with the white and brown streaked fur. A cat?!
For a moment you’re startled, wondering where the cat could’ve come from, especially on base. It faintly reminds you of Simon, but he can only shift into large cats, tigers and lions or so. Same with Gaz’s avian shifting too– it’s not like you ever saw him as a tiny robin.
So who was this kitty hiding behind your drawer?
“Kitty? You need to get out.. I need to close my drawer.” You frown, watching as it starts to put its head down and completely ignore you. Probably not a shifter then, huh..
So reluctantly you had to leave your drawers open for the entire day, occasionally bumping into it a few times and making you hiss in pain and grasp your shin. Eventually it does leave, without you even knowing and you frown at the strange little thing.
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You don't see it again for a whole week until it does the exact same to the drawers beneath your bed, where it’s much darker. It’s a hot summer day and you’re already sweating so much as it is, and now you can't even shut them because of the cat relaxing peacefully behind! Though you do feel a little bad about the kitty, he must be just as hot as you if not more.
So as carefully as you can, you hold a small dish of ice cold water, trying your best to place it behind the drawer without dislocating your arm altogether.
“It’ll help you cool down..:” You murmur, focusing intently on placing it down until you finally do, letting out a relieved sigh. Unfortunately for you, the cat just stares at the small dish and goes right back to sleep again, ignoring your attempts. Great.
The cat comes by regularly, so much so that you end up having your drawer open at all times because if you even think you can close it, somehow it’s already curled up in there already. You’ve scolded it even a few times when it ran in just as you were closing it.
“Hey Bon.” You look up from where you lay on your bed, a frown set on your lips as you glance over to where Soap stands in your doorway.
“What’s up?”
“Have you seen Simon anywhere?”
You blink, and then shrug your shoulers– why would you see him?
“Why would I know? The guy disappears apart from meal times..”
“I always see him come this way..” He trails off when all of a sudden there’s soft scratching in your drawer, Johnny’s head snapping towards it.
You sit up as Johnny crouches down to look into the drawer, before turning to deadpan towards you. “Lass, I just asked you where Simon was.”
“Huh? Some stray cat keeps sleeping there. I can't seem to get it out, but it always comes back.”
He looks at you like you’re the one whose acting weird, and then pinches his brow when you still don’t fess up. “There’s literally only one feline shifter on the team, what the hell are you on about? Ghost get the hell out–Price wants to speak with us.”
You stare dumbfounded as the cat–Simon?-- pokes it’s head out of the drawer and climbs out as told, casually shifting back into the Lieutenant you know well.
“L-lieutenant?!” You stare at him in shock, jaw dropped at the sight of him half shifted, fluff ears hidden behind soft blonde waves and the sight of a tail peeking out his training uniform. “I- i’m so sorry!”
How many times have you tried to pet him when he was running away? When he was sleeping? Or the stupid cat toys you tried to put together? You even started yapping to him at some point!
“Wait– you actually didn't know that was Simon?”
“I thought he could only shift into larger cats!” You shriek back at Johnny, hiding your burning face in your hands like that’ll save you from the embarrassment eating you alive right now. It doesn’t help that Simon does nothing more than snort and stretch his arms over his head, heading towards your door.
“It’s a decent napping spot. C’mon, Johnny. We’ll be late.” He pulls the Scot along before stopping in the doorway, and pulling his mask out his pocket. “Leave it open— i’ll be back later.”
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This is partially because this sanctuary has a big cat called simon who is has gorgeous white and brown fur, i’ll add a pic later hehe. Also i will be making another part to this because i love my sillies
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You hated when people looked at you after they looked at Simon.
Because it always happened in that order.
Their eyes would land on him first— broad shoulders stuffed into dark clothes, that permanently tired stare, the kind of presence that made rooms quiet without him even trying — and then they’d shift to you.
And every single time, you swore you saw the same flicker of confusion.
Them?
It made your sick.
You knew Simon didn’t notice it. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. But you noticed. God, you noticed.
Especially at the pub near base.
You worked there most evenings, weaving through crowded tables with cheap trays balanced on one hand, apron dusted with flour from the kitchen because the cook kept dragging you back there to help plate when things got busy. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t important.
You were just… you. A waitress.
And Simon Riley was him.
Lieutenant. Decorated soldier. Feared. Respected. The kind of man people whispered about before he even entered a room.
The kind of man who looked absurd sitting in your tiny apartment kitchen at two in the morning drinking tea from a chipped mug while your socks slid across the floor.
You still didn’t understand why he stayed.
“You’re staring again.” Simon muttered one night from your couch.
You blinked, pulled from your thoughts. “Sorry.”
He watched you from beneath heavy lashes. “What’s goin’ on in that head?”
“Nothin’.”
A lie. Simon always knew when you lied.
He sat forward slowly, elbows on his knees. “C’mere.”
You obeyed automatically, crossing the small apartment until he tugged you between his legs. His hands settled on your hips, warm and heavy even through your clothes.
“You’ve been distant all week..” he said quietly. “Talk.”
You tried to shrug it off. “I’m tired.”
“Try again.”
Your chest tightened.
You hated this part. Hated saying things out loud because they sounded even stupider once they existed in the air.
Simon waited patiently.
That made it worse.
“I just…” You laughed weakly, avoiding his eyes. “I don’t get it.”
“Get what?”
“This.”
One of his brows twitched.
“You.” Your voice got quieter. “Us.”
Simon stared at you like he genuinely didn’t understand the question.
Which was insane.
“You could have anyone.” you murmured. “Anyone, Simon.”
His grip on your hips tightened slightly.
“And you’re with…” You gestured vaguely to yourself with a self-conscious smile that hurt more than it should’ve. “Me.”
Silence.
Not angry silence.
Not cold silence.
The dangerous kind — the kind where Simon got very, very still.
“You think I’m too good for you?” he asked finally.
Your face heated immediately. “When you say it like that it sounds—”
“Answer me.”
You swallowed.
“A little.”
Simon leaned back against the couch slowly, eyes never leaving yours. There was something awful in them suddenly. Something wounded.
Like you’d hurt him.
“You think I come here because I settled?”
“No—”
“You think I look at you and see someone lesser than me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you think it.”
You looked away.
That was answer enough.
Simon exhaled hard through his nose, jaw tightening beneath faint stubble.
“Christ.”
Your stomach dropped. “I’m sorry.”
That made his head snap up instantly.
“There you go again.”
“What?”
“Apologizin’ for existing.”
You opened your mouth, then closed it.
Simon’s hands slid from your hips up to your arms, gentler this time.
“You know what I see when I look at you?” he asked quietly.
You shook your head.
“I see someone good.”
You almost laughed at that.
But Simon continued before you could.
“I see someone who remembers how I take my tea. Someone who works ten-hour shifts and still manages to smile at strangers.” His thumbs brushed absentmindedly against your sleeves. “Someone who treats people kindly even when they don’t deserve it.”
His eyes softened.
“You look at me and see the rank. The size. The scary reputation.” A humorless huff escaped him. “You don’t see what I see.”
“And what’s that?”
“A soldier.”
You frowned immediately. “Simon, I’m literally a waitress.”
“Aye.” He nodded once. “And every day you deal with rude customers, drunk men, shitty management, sore feet, exhaustion, bills…” His gaze locked onto yours. “And you keep goin’.”
Your throat tightened unexpectedly.
“You think strength only looks like violence,” Simon murmured. “Like guns and combat and knowin’ how to kill.”
One hand came up to cradle your jaw carefully.
“But I’ve seen men in the military weaker than you.”
Your eyes burned.
“Simon…”
“I mean it.” His voice dropped lower now, rough around the edges. “You walk through life soft. Do you understand how bloody difficult that is?”
That finally broke you a little.
Because Simon said it like softness was something sacred.
Something rare.
You looked down quickly, embarrassed by the sudden sting behind your eyes.
“I’m not special.”
Simon’s expression twisted like the sentence physically hurt him.
He stood abruptly, forcing you to tilt your head back to keep looking at him. Big hands framed your face completely.
“Don’t do that.” he said sharply.
You startled.
“Don’t tear yourself apart in front of me.” His voice cracked slightly around the edges now. “Not when I love every part.”
The room went silent.
Simon wasn’t good at saying things like that. He showed love easier than he spoke it. Through quiet touches. Waiting outside your work after late shifts. Fixing things around your apartment without being asked. Standing between you and the world like a wall.
But this?
This was raw… and terrifyingly honest.
His forehead pressed against yours.
“I don’t need someone impressive.” he whispered. “I need you.”
Your chest ached so badly it almost hurt to breathe.
“You make my life quiet.”
One of his hands slid into your hair carefully.
“You make me feel human again.”
Your eyes finally spilled over.
Simon caught the tears immediately with his thumb, looking almost angry at them.
“Don’t cry.”
“You’re being too nice.” you whispered shakily.
A small, disbelieving laugh left him.
“Too nice..” he repeated. “That’s what did it?”
You laughed weakly through tears.
Simon stared at you for a long moment before pulling you against his chest so suddenly you nearly stumbled.
His arms wrapped around you tight. Protective. Certain. Like there had never been a question.
“You are not lucky to have me.” he murmured into your hair.
You can't help but think that Lieutenant Riley would make the perfect sub.
Ghost? The massive man who's knack for slaughter in the field is rivalled by none. More rookies have had nightmares about him than enemy soldiers. He's terrifying in every sense of the word.
But he's so disciplined. You can see it in the way he stands, in how he follows orders without complaint. Some may ask if you think he would be some kind of untamable brat, fighting until the end. No, not at all. Simon is a big strong man but all he needs is to be taken care of. Held gently and for someone to give to him. Instead of all the people who take from him.
Of course its none of your business. You wouldn't bring it up to him, you barely even knew the guy. So you just kept the opinion to yourself. Tucking it away at the back of your mind with the rest of the information about 141.
Until you got invited out with them. And of course a team as... unique... as they were would go to a sex club on their day off. But what the hell. You could use a drink, and it would be fun watching Johnny fail to pull all night.
As expected, Soap was hopelessly flirting with everyone that came his way. Undeterred even after striking out several times.
Kyle and Captain Price had disappeared almost immediately. John mumbling something about paying a pretty bird for a blowjob, Kyle just silently following after him with his head down. Men were so funny sometimes. Embarrassed about their affair even in a place like this. Though you had guessed something was going on between them weeks ago.
Ghost stayed glued to his seat at the bar. Glass untouched in his hand. Staring off into the middle distance. Plenty of people approached him. A big guy like that, of course they would. He didn't even reject them. Just flat out ignored them.
You watched him for a while. Catching every time he focused on a girl passing by. Not the ones that were interested in him, never. But the ones all dolled up for the club. Draped in lace and silks, lips dark and glossy in the dim lighting. His gaze would follow them as the passed. Not hungry like most men, but still a desire. You felt a smile creeping onto your face when you finally felt confident enough near him.
Hand on his arm you leaned close. Not raising your voice, but letting your lips brush against the mask covering his ear.
"Want to go somewhere quiet?" You felt him tense and grinned as you finished with. "I think you need it, sweet thing."
Ghost blinked at you. Eyes wide in surprise. Sweet thing. He rolled the words around in his mind. Suddenly nervous at how heat pooled in his stomach. He was the sweet thing. After just a moment of hesitation he nodded.
When you took his hand he couldn't stop staring. Leading him away while his gaze was stuck on your interlocked fingers.
By the time you led him to one of the private rooms he was already out of it. Hand clammy in yours. Cock straining in his jeans. Precum making the fabric of his boxers sticky against his already flushed skin.
"You gonna kneel for me, baby?" You near whispered as you shut the door behind you. He was down before you'd even finished speaking. Knees thudding against the floor while he stared up at you.
You laughed, cupping his cheeks gently. Pausing, considering your actions before you slowly tugged his mask off. Giving him plenty of time to stop you if it went too far. He didn't even twitch. Light lashes fluttering when your hands graced his bare skin.
"So pretty... you've been hiding from me." You mumbled. Thumb drifting over his lip as a soft whine spilled from his lips. Cheeks splotchy and pink. Scars littering his skin slightly shiny in the low red lighting.
Keeping your hand at the back of his neck you guided him to the velvet couch. He didn't even try to get up, shuffling after you on his knees and staying totally still while you sat.
You pulled him closer till his head rested in your lap. Carding your fingers through his hair. Noting all the places that made him shiver as you scratched his scalp. A soft sob drew your full attention. Simon was shaking. Clinging to your leg as tears soaked into your pants.
"I know, love. It's alright..."
A louder sob shook his shoulders. And you just stayed. Petting his head and rubbing your palm into his shoulders, digging gently into the knots below his neck.
"You're so good, aren't you? My good boy. Let it all out for me."
Loser!König with erectile dysfunction who fights for his life every day. he adores how touchy you are, he does, but when you’re idly lounging together he has to brace himself. he knows it’s coming, your hand slowly slipping down past his pants, fingertips toying with the hem of his underwear. your eyes are focused on whatever you’re watching on tv, hand settling to palm at and gently squeeze his cock. all König can do is focus on swallowing back whines, trying to still his hips from squirming and bucking. it’s torture, soft cock weeping against your palm while you ignore him. breathing labored, he knows he’s not getting up until your movie is over. his face is hot by the time credits start rolling, glossy-eyed as he blinks back tears. over an hour since you started touching him and he’s just worked up to a semi
strayest of thoughts. it's 7 am and i'm hard thinking about simon riley's shoulders
you're tucked on the couch with simon. his back slouched into the couch as he lets out a deep groan in time with your weeping hole sliding back down the length of his cock. bliss spread across his rosy cheeks, blushing the jagged scar that spreads across his face.
your simon looks so pretty like this. with you on your knees, hips rocking up and down. the slick drooling of lube and cum spilling from you with every bounce. imagining how good you looked stretching yourself out on him. a moan slipping from you at the thought.
your hands find his chest, squeezing at his tits. brushing over hardened pink nipples and blonde chest hair. licking over your teeth at the vision of him, those brown eyes now opened back up to peer at you.
"awe baby, you look so fucked out."
you coo at him, slowing your pace a fraction as his hands move from the short strands of blonde on his head to your waist. large, greedy palms taking up the expanse of your body to find purchase. to stave off the way you had his cock twitching inside of you.
your gaze drifting to his shoulder, covered in freckles and scars and the beginnings of his sleeve. watching the muscle and flesh move as he sat up.
"what's that look for?"
"mmm you look so good baby, need to bite you."
you lean over him, face in the crook of his neck. licking over the thin sheen of sweat. placing soft presses of kiss after kiss before you bite down. mouth wide to accommodate his size, teeth sinking into flesh, biting, tearing.
your hips begin to stutter in their movements, your lower stomach tightening as you feel your orgasm peak. the pleasure coursing through you has you biting harder and as simon lets out a screamed groan, swearing at the pain searing through his arm, you cum.
bliss flooding your vision and body as you pull back from him. hazy eyes caught on your work, the reddening bite against his skin. the indentation of your mark, it has you letting out a freakish moan as more cum dribbles out of you.
you lean back over to his shoulder and-
and there's a large hand gripping your neck. your eyes flicking over to catch simon's. the pained look on his face as he holds you in place. you keep your gaze on him, slowly moving your head despite the grip on you until you can place a soft kiss over the abused flesh.
he rolls his eyes, twisting his hand from the back of your neck to your jaw. pulling you towards him for a kiss. tongue and spit and teeth. when he pulls back he's breathless, hand on your hip squeezing the fat there.
"you're a fuckin' freak."
he should be lucky you didn't keep biting, you were dying to taste his blood.
── .ᰔ simon riley fucking the hot, older stranger on your cruise
content includes: afab!gn reader, pinv sex, reader gets called a slut once
mmm i'm going on a cruise soon and i've been thinking about something like this for a while. wrote this at 1 am after nutting my brains out so please enjoy:)
you found yourself at one of the many bars on the ship, sitting alone while your group does who knows what else somewhere on board the adults only cruise. you'd been drinking a fruity concoction of liquor, sweet tasting strawberries and more liquor. it left you buzzing and in the mood to move around a bit.
maybe dance but honestly your feet hurt from your excursion the day before. so you sat perched in the barstool, idly listening in on the conversations of the people around you.
glancing at passersby's every now and again. then you spy him, again.
you'd first found yourself sat next to him on one of the pool decks. tanning, sunnies on and a crossword puzzle book in your hands as you enjoyed your 12 pm drink. the perfect way to vacation.
as you lounged in your chair he found his way over through the crowded throngs and settled on the free deck-chair next to you. you saw from the corner of your eye, he looked good. delectable.
brownish blonde hair dusted with salt, tattoos and scars covering muscled arms, a pair of black sunnies on his own face as he relaxed. a six pack that was probably less defined than it used to be, it was a little pudgy. adorable. then you caught a whiff of him, and just your luck he smelt good too.
it took a few minutes of courage before you excused yourself to ask him about the cologne he has on. a few more minutes of prattle about colognes, your puzzle, and oh were you perhaps asking for a boyfriend? you'd told him otherwise, hoping that was a subtle way to gauge your availability status. you chatted for a while longer, he helped you finish a few puzzles before you had to excuse yourself and then- remembering to actually share your name.
"ah, a busy schedule i presume?"
"i wasn't going to let a vacation stop me from my workout routine. which means it's time for me to hit the gym. enjoy yourself, simon."
you give him a smile before scurrying away. leaving the beautiful, older man to enjoy the rest of his tanning hour.
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it was your second gym day on your cruise. you were still doing your pre-stretching when you heard the door to the space open again. you'd found that, surprisingly, not a lot of people wanted to workout while on vacation. well unless it was one of the classes you had to sign up for.
you stick to minding your own business though. focusing on steady breathing and your form as you did your varying lunges. a few minutes passed as you blocked out the noise of weights clanking together, now shifted into downward dog. the stretch felt so good and you eased down to a plank- and that smell.
your eyes opened as you finally glanced at the newcomer. there he was, simon.
massive form sporting a pair of short gym shorts and a loose fitting tee shirt that did nothing to hide the fact that he was buff. built like a brick shithouse, as your friends said when they first caught you eyeing the guy. you had to agree, eyes roaming over the way they moved and flexed as he set up his workout.
you kept glancing at each other throughout your individual sessions. you really had tried to focus on your movements but the effort was a lot when there was a gorgeous man covered in a layer of sweat eyeing you in the same manner.
your normally one hour session stretched another thirty and you counted your luck when you both seemed to finish around the same time. cleaning up and chugging your water as you stepped towards to doors. smiling up at him when he opened it for you and trying not to pounce him for a lick as you shared an elevator to your floors.
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you saw him again as you were boarding after a day on land. your excursion was exhausting and you were ready to nap in your room for a bit before dinner. when your eyes met he gave you a nod, you returning with a smile and wave. and that was it. he was much too far from you in the line to strike up a new attempt at flirting. just your luck.
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somewhere between him getting you a drink, a hand on the back of your stool, and sharing inconsequential information about each other you ended up in his room. his fingers playing with your aching clit over the soaked lace of your panties. wearing nothing but them and a sheen of sweat. a mixture of strawberries and tequila on your tongue as you licked inside of his mouth.
he'd made you cum three times before sliding inside of you. your hole was beyond slick, dripping with a sticky syruped arousal that had simon moaning above you. oh?
you hadn't thought he'd be the type to moan, not with that deep voice of his but the sounds he made had you clenching around his thick shaft.
he sunk in completely, the stretch making you arch off the bed in pleasure. biting down on your lip to hide your sounds. simon didn't give you time to enjoy it, to get used to the stretch of him before pulling out and drawing back in.
those hips covered in scars, healed over flesh and tattoos that were probably your age snapped against your own. you were so glad you'd decided to keep up your workout regimen while on this vacation or else you don't think your legs would be stretching themselves quite this wide to accommodate his size.
you'd probably still be staring at the handsome stranger across the decks bar. trying to gain the courage to stand up, head over and-
"mm- simon! you're so big, oh my gods!"
the new angle had you feeling every drag of him inside of you. no matter how soaked you were, you felt each delicious movement and it only punctuated the arousal that dripped from you.
your legs shook, eyes rolling back in delirious pleasure. a wide grin spreading on your face as your fourth orgasm left you utterly satisfied. happy, preening and craving more of the delicious cock that was kissing your walls so beautifully.
so you hooked one leg over his shoulder and kept your head tilted as he fucked two more orgasms out of you.
"fuck- look at you slut. how are you this wet, hm? this what you're made for, isn't it."
you let out a whine, one of the few sounds you let slip in the small cabin room.
"'m not a slut!"
"no? so you don't just let any man fuck this perfect cunt of yours?"
you shiver, shaking your head as your back bows again. "no-no. it's my first- ah yes, yes, yesss!"
your orgasm is undeterred even by the momentary lapse in his thrusts. you can't find it in yourself to care as that feeling of letting go and your mind melting has you grinding your hips against his.
his laughter draws you out though, eyes snapping open to furrow up at him.
"no, no. you're not gon' convince me you're a virgin," he says it as one of his hands slides down your leg. smoothing over the skin of your calf, thigh, over your stomach to feel the way his cock plunges inside of you.
"i wasn't going to, fuck. i meant its my first time- in- in a while. a few years since my ex so not exactly a slut. you on the other hand…"
his eyes lock onto yours. honey brown turned into molten lava as he feels you grip his cock tightly again. how many times could he get you to come? how many times before you lost all sensibilities and stopped giving him fucking lip. stopped biting those plush lips of yours and let out the noises he knew were hiding there.
"what about me doll?"
"do you make a habit of this, fucking younger things or is it just me?" you ask with a bright smile, hiding your sly gaze behind lashes. you were just too fucked out to hear him but now you gained the ability to tease him while he still wrung your body dry.
"what about you? got a thing for older men?"
"oh yeah, but i can admit- oh gods- i can admit that i love it. it's what im here for, to service my elders."
simon's head lands in the crook of your neck as he lets out a deep moan. his hips stuttering through quick thrusts as he spills himself in you. you let out a pleased keen, finger finding your clit. it only takes three quick circles to have you cuming again.
milking his cock as he teeters over the edge.
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after some room serviced food and a quick wash you're back in your outfit, yawning as you watch simon fix his button down. he gives you a quick glance in the mirror, taking stalk of your tired form. how you were still awake was beyond him.
how he'd lasted so long and could get it up at his age was beyond you. a real miracle for your happy cunt that you already felt throbbing again to the impression of him inside.
"so, where'd you say you're from again?"
perhaps this could reoccur once you were back on land.
i wanted to add like two more scenes but i fell asleep, woke up the next day and forgot what it was🙈
there's something about waking up on a nice cloudy morning. suns starting to peek through the clouds as the gray ones move further and further away. a pretty little thing sleeping in nothing but his shirt and warm fuzzy socks.
he places a soft kiss to their forehead before moving down the expanse of their body. stray kisses to the neck, collarbone, the center of their chest, the curve of fat on their hips, the inner part of their thighs. pulling the blanket up over him to keep his lover warm before hooking his hands round their thighs.
soft groping and dipping into the small divots of flesh. another kiss higher up the inner thigh. a slow spread of their legs, blue-gray eyes glued to his early morning meal. the stickiness of arousal and sweat leaving a tantalizing mess that he has to taste. one more kiss, pressing, before his tongue slips out. licking a stripe up their thigh. a quiet groan echoing from his throat as he gets his first taste.
one hand coming up to pet at the downy above. glistening with his favorite kind of dew. tangy under his tongue as he dips it into a pink hole. feeling as it immediately clenches and letting out more fresh wetness. all for him. spilling and leaking in time for him to flatten his tongue and catch it. the tip of john's nose brushing against his lovers clit with every move.
licking and sucking, small breaks to bite the inside of a thigh coated in slick wetness and saliva. the sound of groans and heavy breathing coalescing with the soft squelching as he curls a thick digit inside. slow eating, savoring of the flesh and all it gives. low murmurs of praise as his sweet pussy bursts around his efforts. his beard scratching marks along the growing mess.
the thighs surrounding him squeezing his head as they tremble and fingers reach to pull on the short strands of his hair. truly the best way to start a morning before a long day of cuddling and filling his sweet dove with food and his cum.
the works featured here will range from gender neutral readers to trans male readers. i will write any reader type but female readers, cis or trans. and a reminder that my writings may feature dead dove or proship stories. if you do not consent, then don't read it
⌞ poly | simon and johnny⌝
◟adorable. now give them both a boyfriend
◟prelude to prev where benefits start¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟collared johnny
◟marriage of connivence x best friend trope
⤷partone.
◟ramble simons mutt¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟ramble i'm actually not a soap fan but soapghost is!!
⌞ poly ⌝
drabble picking up the sgts. and lt. at a bar
⌞ teasers ⌝
◟teaser roommate!simon walking in on you masturbating¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟teaser kyle letting his buddies use his bunny¹ ⁸ ⁺
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.✦the corruption begins with the mouth, the tongue, the wanting
⌞ series ⌝
⌞ one shots ⌝
◟john helping his love with an irregular cycle¹ ⁸ ⁺
the works featured here will range from gender neutral readers to trans male readers. i will write any reader type but female readers, cis or trans. and a reminder that my writings may feature dead dove or proship stories. if you do not consent, then don't read it
.✦this vessel, this vessel is a lie, a shapeshifting beast, a lesson in fluidity
⌞ series ⌝
⌞ one shots ⌝
◟kyle lending a hand while you’re on your period
◟kyle letting his buddies use his bunny¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟black!reader presenting yourself¹ ⁸ ⁺
⌞ drabbles, musings, a brain worm ⌝
◟teaser kyle letting his buddies use his bunny¹ ⁸ ⁺
the works featured here will range from gender neutral readers to trans male readers. i will write any reader type but female readers, cis or trans. and a reminder that my writings may feature dead dove or proship stories. if you do not consent, then don't read it
.✦you follow orders too well for someone that loathes to be called a dog
⌞ series ⌝
⌞ one shots ⌝
◟what a creep - johnny has cameras in your place¹ ⁸ ⁺
the works featured here will range from gender neutral readers to trans male readers. i will write any reader type but female readers, cis or trans. and a reminder that my writings may feature dead dove or proship stories. if you do not consent, then don't read it
.ᰔremarkable boy, i do admire your courage. i think ill eat your heart
⌞ series ⌝
◟pervert konig series¹ ⁸ ⁺
⤷partone. parttwo. partthree.
⌞ one shots ⌝
◟nerd!konig fingering you while gaming¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟letting your loser friend use you in your sleep¹ ⁸ ⁺
the works featured here will range from gender neutral readers to trans male readers. i will write any reader type but female readers, cis or trans. and a reminder that my writings may feature dead dove or proship stories. if you do not consent, then don't read it
.ᰔi am not violent. i am not malicious. i am a result
⌞ series ⌝
◟demisexual simon riley series [discon.]
⤷partone. parttwo. partthree. partthree.five.
◟older boyfriend simon series
⤷partone.¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟kidnapper simon series
⤷partone. parttwo.¹ ⁸ ⁺ partthree.
⌞ one shots ⌝
◟autistic!reader how simon helps you when you need stimulation¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟dating ghost vs dating simon
◟trans!reader stalker/rapist ghost pays you a visit¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟assumed mole reader; the aftermath
◟late night with lover simon¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟baby trapping simon
◟comfort sex after a bad day¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟male/masc!reader is there a missus riley?
◟simon choking and fucking you<3¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟older!simon fucking the hot, older stranger on your cruise¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟riding and biting¹ ⁸ ⁺
⌞ drabbles, musings, a brain worm ⌝
◟teaser roommate!simon walking in on you masturbating¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟blurb reader overheats easily
◟ramble biting simon's cock when you're cranky¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟ramble pathetic wet cat
◟blurb drunk night in and designated carpooler simon
◟ramble older boyfriend simon's autistic humor
◟blurb male/masc!reader somno¹ ⁸ ⁺
◟ramble simon loves fat people and the sound of your breathing
welcome to my works list, my archive, the little pieces of my brain i've decided to share
the works featured here will range from gender neutral readers to trans male readers. i will write any reader type but female readers, cis or trans. and a reminder that my writings may feature dead dove or proship stories. if you do not consent, then don't read it
no real thoughts i'm just tired from a busy morning and thinking about roommate!simon
it'd be so nice after your long, busy morning to shuffle into your bedroom and throw your things down. strip from your heavy boots, socks, pants and shirt. each layer peeled off lets you feel the cool air on your skin. much better than the way you were seconds from overheating, bent over trying to clean your fridge.
once you're in nothing but your undergarments you slink your feet into your slippers and stalk out of your room. busting the door in on simon's and he spares you a glance over the rim of his glasses.
"done cleaning?"
you grumble at him. complaining about your feet being seconds from falling off, all the shops you had to go to and how stressed you were. which led to you stress cleaning and you still hadn't managed to eat anything but a couple of bites of his leftovers since he left them out.
you tell him to "move" with a tired glare on your face. he shuffles over in the bed and you drop down next to him. moving closer 'til you're face first in his massive chest. his arm moves around your head so he can see his phone screen again. volume turned down some as you tune out whatever video he's watching.
the sounds of your apartment and heartbeat dulling in the safety of a man with ridiculously massive tits. you let out a sigh, pulling your knees up to your chest and feeling the cover be pulled over you as you rest your eyes for a bit.
