#simon does kinktober

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Watching you, part of you, inside your head (1/3)

He's moving smoothly, with determination. There's an almost unbearable strength to it, an effortlessness, muscles bulging, then relaxing with every thrust. The low light catches on his sweat-covered skin, on his back, on his upper arms, the shadows making every divot, every line more prominent. He's doing this with an ease that Wille has never possessed, with something akin to casualness. He's good at this, he's painfully good at this, and he looks like Adonis doing it. Or: Kinktober day 1 - cuckolding (& a couple more things)

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(rated E, 5.3 k)

so excited to finally be able to share this one with you! my day 1 contribution to kinktober, hosted by @youngroyals-events

this one's a little different, but very, very fun if you ask me <3

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sunday snippet (slightly nsfw)

I'm nowhere near where I wanted to be with kinktober preparations at this time of the month but. writing has been difficult. but I'm glad and a little proud of myself that this 12k words behemoth is very likely going to be ready in time. so curious to know what you'll think of this one when I post it <3

"Don't look away, baby," Simon coos, pressing a kiss to the shell of Wille's ear. "Want you to watch." [...] It takes all of Wille's willpower and all of his strength to keep his eyes open. He strains against the ropes, claws his nails into the armrest. All he feels is tension and warm and wet and so so many lovely hands on him. Hands on his thighs, a hand in his hair, a hand under his chin. [...] "Isn't that nice?" Simon sounds so pleased, sounds so proud, sounds so breathtakingly soft.

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sunday snippet (mildly nsfw)

life and mood and energy have been all over the place for the last few weeks, so I haven't managed to write or even think about this fic nearly as much as I would've liked to or? at all?. but hey, I opened the doc up again and maybe posting a little something can help get me in a less... whatever you'd call this headspace. Anyways, this is from the next part of Watching you, part of you, inside your head, would love to know your guys' thoughts <3

"Does that feel good?" Simon's voice is soft and low and soothing in Wille's ear. He tightens his grip around Wille's neck. Slowly, almost casually, increasing the pressure on the thin skin right below Wille's jaw. His hammering pulse struggles against the squeeze of Simon's fingertips. Shivers crawl up and down his arms and back.

"Yeah," Wille croaks, tongue overwhelmed with the task of a single-word reply and his head fuzzy and light. Every muscle in his body is taut with tension, his toes and his calfs threateningly close to cramping up. He's anticipating the next touch to his dick, is bracing himself for the sensations to ripple through him, is desperately gripping on to composure, is feeling too light and far away to stop himself from squirming. With a gasp and Simon's fingers marginally easing off his neck, Wille sinks back into his body. [...]

"Isn't that much better?" Simon asks and trails his thumbs down Wille's traps, all lovely firm pressure. Wille nods. "Yes," he says, then: "Thank you, yes." Simon chuckles and runs his hand through Wille's hair. It must be drenched in sweat by now, but Simon doesn't seem to mind. Wille's heart flutters at the thought. He feels gross and sticky and messed up and deliciously filthy, but Simon's touches feel so warm and reverent. Like it's okay. Like Simon wants him like this. "Look at you," Simon says and Wille can hear his smile even though he's looking at the other guy.

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sunday snippet (nsfw kinktober is coming soon style)

sooo this is from a kinktober fic that I have been loving working on and that I hope I can finish today. gotta lock in, gotta keep my eyes on the price (=getting a couple fic done before october comes around), gotta go fast heh 😌🤝 hope you enjoy <3 they sure are... a little different. but so SO dear to my heart already 😩😭💜

"Should we let him?" Simon's tone makes Wille's toes curl up. The casualness, the sweet condescension. Wille is on the edge of his seat as the other man hums, as if deep in thought. "He's yours. Do you think he can be good?" he asks in return and Wille's stomach swoops. It's the first time it's voiced out loud, the fact that Wille needs to be good for both of them. That another man wants him to be good, that Simon is being so generous by letting Wille try to prove himself to someone else, someone who doesn't know him, someone who has no reason to believe that he can do it. That, maybe, underneath all these layers, this is a chance for Simon to show off. Show off what's his.

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sunday snippet (nsfw)

here's a little something taken from part three of Watching you, part of you, inside your head, coming to your ao3 possibly maybe likely some time tomorrow. hope you enjoy <3

"Do you wanna tell him that? I'm sure he'd like to hear it from you." Wille swallows hard. Simon just keeps gently stroking his hair. Soothing, encouraging. When Wille finally moves his head out of Simon's neck he steels himself. Simon slips his hand down and onto Wille's nape. He squeezes once, and Wille fights back a pathetic whimper. Very selfishly, he wishes Simon had his hands around his throat, at least then Wille wouldn't have to speak. But he has no such luck. If he wants them to pay attention to him he has to ask.

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sunday snippet (nsfw)

so I'm finally writing again!!! which also means I can post sunday snippets again, hehe. predictably, this is from a longer oneshot I'm writing for kinktober (which i am soooo excited for). hope you enjoy 💜

under the cut bc nsfw

He's moving smoothly, with determination. There's an almost unbearable strength to it, an effortlessness, muscles bulging, then relaxing with every thrust. The low light catches on his sweat-covered skin, on his back, on his upper arms, the shadows making every divot, every line more prominent. He's doing this with an ease that Wille has never possessed, with something akin to casualness. He's good at this, painfully good. [...] Right there, that's where Wille should be, where he desperately wants to be. Simon's head snaps to the side, eyes landing on Wille as if he's only now remembering that he's there. Heat rises to Wille's cheeks and sinks into his belly. He feels… caught almost, like he shouldn't have intruded, like he's overstepped when Simon has so generously let him watch, a privilege that he can easily take away again. The idea of not getting to watch anymore because he hasn't behaved well enough trickles heavy panic down Wille's shoulders. But after another moment of breathless silence, Simon's face splits into a grin.

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Watching you, part of you, inside your head (4/5)

"Please," is all he can get out, not even sure what he's begging for, just needs them, needs Simon, needs and needs and needs. And Simon, his beautiful, wonderful, generous Simon hears his plea, Simon gives and gives and gives. His palms are warm and heavy and comforting as he rubs Wille's tummy, his lips soft and wet where he's pressing them into Wille's shoulder and his neck. Or: Kinktober day 1 - cuckolding (& a couple more things)

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(rated E, 4.5 k for this chapter; 19.1 k in total)

part four of my day one contribution to @youngroyals-events kinktober! only about a month late! I clearly am great at time management! no but thank you for your patience, thank you for the love and encouraging comments, it's taken some time they are yours now <3

I hope you enjoy <3

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Sunday snippet (NSFW)

a little snippet from my most recent kinkvember draft. I've been in a weird writing (and... general) mood recently, so I'm posting for accountability and to show that I haven't disappeared! these fics are (hopefully) still being written, albeit slowly. under the cut because NSFW.

 “Feels so…” This time Simon interrupts him.

“Yeah?” The question is breathed more than asked. He does it again, thumb on the head of Wille's cock and Wille feels a spike of pleasure shoot through his lower body, yet again knocking the breath out of him. “This feel good, baby?” Simon positively purrs and, oh god, it makes Wille’s head spin. Despite it all, he tries to nod, tries to be good for Simon and reply, but freezes mid-movement, groaning out loud when Simon taps his thumb against the sensitive tip of his cock again. Wille wonders how he does it, how he manages to ask questions now, how he can even think anymore. He's breathing hard, is moving erratically, and yet he hums encouragingly, beautifully, makes Wille feel warm and fuzzy and fucking overwhelmed in the best way. His breath fans wetly over Wille's ear. It wraps around him, like all Wille can smell, taste, breathe in anymore is Simon, and he gasps, desperately trying to hold on while Simon is so expertly taking him apart. “I-,” he starts, not even knowing where he wants to go, what he could possibly say, how he could possibly put into words what Simon is doing to him. Suddenly he feels Simon’s cheek press against his, feels him rubbing his cheek against Wille's comfortingly, so gently, so softly, such a contrast to the way he’s fucking Wille into the mattress. The very last remainder of Wille's brain matter is turning liquid. How Simon can be so very tender, so breathtakingly caring, even in their sweatiest, dirtiest moments, Wille will never be able to understand. How he can press the smallest kisses against his jaw, his nose, his forehead while he’s jerking Wille’s cock and rutting into him, Wille doesn’t know. He’s left to still take it all in, to bask in the warmth, the burning heat of Simon’s attention. He breathes in the smell of Simon’s shampoo, of oranges and lavender, of home, and lets out a keen when he feels Simon just right with another agonizingly perfectly angled thrust. And Simon knows, god, he knows, Wille thinks, feeling him smile against the side of his face, feeling the movement of his hand speed up. “Love making you feel good,” Simon breathes, exertion evident in his voice, wound up, similarly clinging on to the edge like Wille is. Wille nods again, head bobbing wildly against his chest and back up again. He believes him, he does. “Love having you like this,” Simon murmurs and Wille believes it.