#paprika rambles

[http-paprika]

simon riley x pretty bird f!reader

i went sunbathing for the first time this spring and daydreamed up this

warning(s): illusions to smut, breeding kink, and pregnancy. READER'S DISCRETION ADVISED MDNI

Thinking about Simon coming home earlier one sunny afternoon, wandering around the house to find his pretty bird stretched out like a cat on a blanket, bathing in the sun in just a small bikini. Her skin glowing under the warm light he can't help but picture himself going out to join her and taking her right there in the grass of their hedged in backyard. Warm bodies melting together like one flesh of lust and love until he was satisfied to know that the next time he catches her sunbathing, her skin has a different glow and her soft belly has turned swollen and firm.

Simon shakes his head, grumbling to himself about being ridiculous. But he couldn't help it, she was just so beautiful. Like a ripe fruit in summer, rosy and ready for him to feast on. Instead, Simon collects himself and walks out into the backyard, putting his hands on his hips and looking down at her. His shadow blocking the sun from her view.

Her eyes open, blinking as they try to adjust to the change in light. A hint of blush spreading over her cheeks at his sudden appearance. "Simon—"

"So, this is what my pretty bird does when I'm away? Seems to me you need something to keep you busy."

[http-paprika]

I learned this previous week from my ceramics teacher that there's a famous potterer named John Price. And now, all I can think of is John Price doing ceramics and pottery on his free time.

His huge hands work steadily and slowly to create hefty mugs, bowls, and tiny clay sculptures to pass the time. The dried clay caking to his hands, apron, and even his beard from when he absently ran his hand through it. Even after showering and laundry, he still found pieces of dried clay in his stuff.

And after a while of asking, no begging, him to teach you how to do it, he'd eventually give in. The two of you spending the quiet, calm moments where his hands lead yours in shaping the clay and forming a new creation.

"Just like that," he'd mutter into your ear, humming in satisfaction from how proficient of a student you are, so eager to please him, and so very capable. He loves it.