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Fem Simon pls marry me 🙏🏻
My time quota has run out, it's time to get back to work.
We are not utilizing the beach enough in bloodymary fic. I think Simon spent-his-life-on-a-space-station Iron Lung should love standing under the fake sun, love being outside in the fake wind, and love the feeling of real ground under his bare feet. I also think Simon should use this as a excuse to make Grace rub sunscreen on him. Simon develops a habit of suntanning either on the beach or on the porch, as well as doing anything sweaty without a shirt on. Ryland can you get my back? Ryland I need help i cant put it on my arm. Ryland why dont you come down to the beach and read with me, i'll lotion your back for you?
And Grace falls for it every damn time. He tries to help of course. Turned down the UV settings in the dome but Simon complained that it just wasnt the same. Asked the eridians to make a spray sunscreen and either Simon or a meddling Adrian said the experiment failed or Simon purposefully sprays it on wrong and renders it useless ("how did you miss the tops of your shoulders so bad?" "You try spraying your back with one slippery hand")
And you know Simon is super methodical when he applies Grace's. Takes his time rubbing it on. Makes sure he gets everywhere including under the waistband and around the sides. Grace always beats him to the front though... Simon sometimes puts extra on Grace's cheeks if he's blushing just to tease him ("you're already turning red")
And you know Grace would be absolutely deceased in a fem!Simon au. She'd make Grace tie her swimsuit top on every time. And you have to put sunscreen under the straps because if they move you burn there. So you have to get your hand under the straps. Idk if she'd go skimpy but she'd certainly go stringy just so she could use the excuse of only having one arm to get Grace to tie it for her
The best part is: is Simon using this sunscreen ritual as a flirting technique or simply as a excuse to feel platonic touch and intimacy? Both are fantastic and can be utilized either way
Fem!simon x reader snuggling/last morning sex? Reader in a little nightgown that drives Simon crazy?
To be honest, she's probably already falling asleep groping your breasts as it is. You're just so soft, and that little nightgown leaves little to the imagination. She can't help it.
So when Simon wakes, nose against you and her hand full of you, she leans into it. She pulls you closer, taking a deep breath as her hips rock against your ass. She can feel herself getting wetter, and judging by how your breaths are coming in short, stocatto bursts, you are too.
She wakes you gently, murmuring into your ear to wake up.
"'M sorry, love," she says when you whine, "just need you so bad. Can't help it, not when you wear this."
It's then that you fully rise, turning to face her as you pull her into a lazy but intentional kiss. She takes the opportunity to let her hands fully roam, to match your movements as you reach down and slide a hand down her boxers. Simon lifts your gown up, surprised to find you bare underneath.
"Anticipating this, were you?" she teases against your lips.
"I know you," you answer.
Her reply dies in her throat as a deep groan is wrenched from her lungs. Your fingers trace her clit, the wet sounds audible against the silence of such an early morning. Every so often, you dip them lower and ease them into her for a short while before returning them to their previous post.
Simon is quick to return the favor, sliding two fingers into you and crooking them upwards to hit the spot she knows by heart.
"That's it," she purrs as you start grinding your hips against her hand. "There's my girl."
You capture her lips again. Between your fingers on her cunt and your tongue against her teeth, she's teetering embarrassingly close to the edge already. But you haven't come yet, and that simply will not do.
She pulls her fingers from you, eliciting the most beautiful whine she thinks she's ever heard. She shushes you softly, reassuring you she's not going anywhere.
Her fingers find your clit, running in tight circles that have you moaning into her mouth. Simon focuses on anything else she can think of besides how good your fingers feel; anything to keep from coming before you do.
She can tell you're close by the way you whisper her name, and she chooses now to use her words to get you there.
"Atta girl. Gonna come? Gonna be a good girl and let go for me?"
The hand you have against her stutters and stills as you come, ragged breath slowly replacing panted moans. As soon as you come back to yourself, however, you're back at work.
This time, Simon allows herself to focus on her own pleasure. She lets herself revel in how well you know her body, kissing you frantically as she launches towards her own peak.
She comes quietly - as she always does - with only a soft sigh of your name against your lips.
After several gentle kisses and words, Simon looks at the clock.
Thankfully, the two of you have a few hours before you have to be up. So she tucks you back against her, and encourages you to sleep.
hehe butch simon
big muscly girl <3 putting you in a headlock and you’re stuck between muscles and tits hehe
i was tagged last wip wednesday by the amazing talented extraordinary price duo @pricegouge & @pricetagged but i had nada to share at the time
this week? you can have some butch fem!ghost x reader (context: simon is a he/him lesbian and reader replied to his online post looking for a new roommate),, pure raw unedited thoughts atp so it might be VERY clunky :p
you weren’t sure what you’d been expecting when you arrived and found a table near the window - what you’d been picturing riley to look like - but you’d had to school your features into something less flustered when a tall woman in a baggy hoody and a pair of work out shorts walked in and bee-lined for your corner.
as he walked your eyes glued themselves to his black workout shorts as they rose up his thighs, indecently tight, showing off the thick muscle covered in a smattering of soft, unshaven hair, light enough that it glistened in the afternoon light. as he got closer you noticed a trail of scars leading up his shins to his knees and stretch marks curving around the inside of his thighs.
you felt the need to reach out and touch when you felt the weight of his own gaze taking you in for the first time.
“riley?” you’d asked hesitantly, when you finally managed to lift your head up to face him, cheeks ablaze. beneath his hood you could see that the scars continued on his face; most prominently one ran from mid chin through his lips and up his cheek, another, smaller but thicker, ran from his hairline to two inches down his forehead slightly off centre.
you were mesmerised.
“prefer simon,” he’d corrected but nodded, his voice lighter than you’d expected but thickly accented.
he pulled down his hood with a scant look around the cafe to reveal a short cropped haircut, a little shaggy at the top. he took the seat opposite you and you sat up straight when your knees bumped accidentally. you snatched your legs back beneath your chair and clenched your thighs tightly together as the warmth of his bare skin throbbed through your jeans.
christ what was wrong with you? you had the attention of one hot, tall butch and suddenly you were a bag of nerves and fumbling all over the place. get it together.
“oh! yeah ok, cool,” you said and tried to smile normally. “simon.”
“not what you were expecting?” he asked wryly.
“uhm, no,” you admitted with an embarrassed little huff. “not exactly, don’t really know what i was expecting though to be fair.”
you felt wrong footed in front of his confidence. his legs were spread wide beneath the table, feet planted on the outside of yours and you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was less like a first meeting for a roommate and more like your ideal first date.
you looked over at the counter and tapped your leg impatiently when you couldn’t see the drinks you’d ordered. you needed to clear your head if you weren’t going to make a fool of yourself and miss out on a decent rent deal.
shout out to woolie and gouge for letting me chunter away at them and giving me ideas for this fic when i’ve gotten stuck! báir’s inspired me to get back into mood boarding too so check under the cut for a bit of fun that’s got nothing to do with the actual fic lmaoo
npt (i just want to see what everyone’s working on) : @ohlawdthebirds @gloard @syoddeye @disgustingtwitches @xxshadowbabexx @3amfanfiction @groguspicklejar @gemmahale and anyone else who wants to share!
America Chavez, the Marvel character: she is the only marvel character I own comic books of. She’s the best, she’s gay, her moms were gay. Great hair. Could throw me but wouldn’t unless I did something evil.
Girl Simon Snow, from The Simon Snow Series (ish): this is just straight up narcissism. When I draw her it’s just Simon’s face on my body, deadass. But it’s valid. She is the best thing I have ever obsessed about. God she’s just so (screams). Yeah… Yeah. I don’t giggle about Simon. I Do giggle about Simone. Sorry Simon.
Anyways:
Round 1B, match 2
America
Simone
The wonderful @acdiazterbi has been formulating fem punk Simon ideas in my DMs and I drew her today 😌 canon Simon is already 5 steps away from punk honestly (that middle finger keychain and the jeans chain? please. give that man some patches in s2) so this is just kinda dialing it up a little. Flat colors because I'm ~✨tired✨~
and ofc fem!simon who is soft and warm and golden but will not hesitate to fuck either you or herself up if need be
