#dick simon

[k1tk4ttt]

How it feel to finally accept and embrace the cringe of reading x reader fics

[jiimeniita]

[puzzlenation]

The Curious Case of Richard Simon's Aunt, Hedwig

Back in November, I wrote about how woman have shaped the world of puzzles, both in the past and in the present. One of the first women I mentioned was Richard Simon’s aunt. According to the lore of Simon & Schuster, she was the one who inspired Simon to publish a limited release book — the first crossword puzzle book — that launched their publishing empire. While I was writing that post, I…

[fromdove]

seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

[boundbyreading]

Simone Di Meo batboys

[miryum]

does anyone else get, like, jealous when a fictional character dates or has a crush on another character?

... no? just me?

[maisy1111]

pov: you’re scrolling trying to find a cute little fluffy fanfic to read but everything you get is smut 

no smut hate, i just want to giggle :(

[robinismywifesworld]

Why are all the 'x reader' fics I see mostly smuts? Don't get me wrong, they're great and all but I barely see any fluff or angst around here. I literally just want to feel things without the character lusting over the reader 😭

[polyphemusboo]

I already wrote about pathetic simon who begs for your forgiveness, but what about really pathetic simon who's ready to get on his knees for you as soon as you get home??

he's been retired for a while, little beard he gets sometimes it's slowly becoming whiter, just a bit! and he just stays at home, really. he's a good little house husband, he loves it when the house is clean and you smile at him because he did a good job! he also made dinner so, really, don't even bother cuz he's got that covered for both of you!

so of course, after such a hard day and such a yummy dinner prepared by him, you let that ridiculous man get you on your back right there on the couch, all your clothes off in a minute, and he's oh sooo eager to bury himself between your legs, tongue and jaw working overtime, and hey! don't even dare touching yourself, because he'll bite those fingers off. it's his to enjoy now.

and even if you're sensitive, pushing on his head for him to give you a break, pretty little simon only grips your hips to keep you still and chokes on it, slurping it all the way because you taste so good on his tongue and he can't have enough.

and really, who can say no to those beautiful puppy eyes looking up at you from between your thighs? certainly not you

[sugugori]

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I love very casual dominance. It’s always the smallest things, too. It’s one thing to be intentionally dominate in bed, but when they’re doing it out of pure instinct it’s almost sexier. They don’t even realize how attractive it is. Like today, for whatever reason you’re nervous and it’s obvious if not by the way your leg is shaking under the coffee table. And as always, he’s found his spot besides you- maybe his hair is messy because it’s early and you’ve slept in. He nurses a hot black coffee with one hand, and he may tell you twice to stop bouncing your leg but you won’t hear it a third time. He won’t even look away from whatever’s got his attention before you feel the pressure of his hand on your knee. Pressing down until your knee can no longer bounce back up, his grip almost bruising. But his thumb moves to rub gentle circles on the area, a silent apology.

Other times, yeah, it does show up in bed. Like when he’s hitting that spot so good, too good, that you stop breathing for a few seconds. He’s literally taken your breath away, and he’s got you folded you in half. You don’t even realize it’s happening but he’s so in tune with your body that he picks up on every little thing. He won’t stop his movements either, still feeding you deep strokes, hand behind your head to soften the blow of the headboard. And when he notices, he’ll place his hand on your cheek so gently and say, “Breathe, baby.”

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[k1tk4ttt]

How I feel reading smut while being scared of intimacy in real life

[yooo-lets-go]

Can you maka a content of Roachs gallery lol

Love your style <3

It’s mostly blackmail material

[connorsui]

How that one faceless man in my dreams holding my non-existent baby has me as he tells me how much he loves me and wishes to have me near ...

UGHHH-

[deunmiu-dessie]

he misses you. he misses you like a flower misses the sun. like the desert misses the rain. like you are the entirety of his being. as if you hold the key to his fierce, thumping bloody heart within the palm of your hands, like he is nothing without you— and perhaps he isn't. he doesn't feel like himself, no, in fact, he feels empty. like a shell of the man he used to be before you. he feels as though the world has lost its color, its meaning, and it makes him feel bare— it makes him feel.

he misses you. he misses the warmth of your perfume, a sweet and spicy blended aroma of saffron and sugared lavender. he misses your smile, all wide and pretty— genuine and charming, and always all for him. he misses the sound of your laughter, raw and boisterous, but sometimes soft and breathy, intimate. he misses your kisses, shy and cloying— yet fierce and angry at times as well. he misses the small things, like the scatter of moles across the expanse of your body that he finds himself counting when he can't fall asleep. or the way you fuss over him, mumbling curses and your love for him all in the same sentence.

he is nothing without you, and he knows it all too well.

the soft jangle of your keys in the lock makes him look up from his journal, the door swinging open. and despite himself, he finds that he's softened underneath your warm, loving gaze. ah, he also misses the sound of your voice, euphonious and soft, a tone you use for him specifically.

❝why are you looking at me like that?❞

he can feel his heart dance within his chest, pounding fiercely as you slant your hip to the side, the very same hips he adores holding onto when swaying with you to music. your eyes, which always seem to sweep him under with their intensity with no fail, are glittering with mirth, it knocks the breath from his chest. ❝ i adore you,❞ he utters— he sounds like a fool in love, and he doesn't particularly mind it. your cheeks flush with color and you playfully roll your eyes. that's alright, you don't need to say it back, he knows.

❝help me with the groceries?❞

he? ⸺ SIMON, gojo satoru, DAMON SALVATORE, soap, older!TANJIRO, scott mccall, GAZ, clark kent, EMMETT CULLEN, leon kennedy, STEVE HARRINGTON, giyu tomioka, JOHN PRICE, loran, ULYSSES, rick grimes, KÖNIG, dick grayson, SPENCER REID.

honestly it can be anyone you envision.

[savedenji]

as a society, we need more long fiction where the reader haunts the narrative. yes, I want to be that dead wife at the beginning of each movie. if I disappear or die tragically, i want to haunt the character every moment. we don't need a few paragraphs about how much the character hurts over our death, we want at least 10k where it is established at the beginning of the story that reader is dead, we want to see flashbacks to the past when we were happy. the longer the story goes on, the darker they become, all the way to the present. I never want to leave the character alone.

If you know of any fic like this or are writing one, please recommend it! 🙏🏻🙏🏻

[the-palelady]

you were thankful for the storm that suddenly erupted outside the doors of the small clinic, the darkness of the sky concealing you from prying eyes as your back arched up off the desk.

the thunder that rolled about up above mixed with the sounds of your cries, wanton moans that came out strangled, breathy.

the air was continuously being punched from your lungs each time ghost moved, his hips grinding up against your ass and the backs of your thighs.

your lashes fluttered against the flush of your pink cheeks, mouth hanging open. a sight for sore eyes.

“best…fuckin' meal i ever had.”

his voice was molasses, thick and smooth. you tried so desperately to focus on the way he spoke, on the way his honey colored eyes stayed locked with your own, but it was pointless.

you were too far over the edge, his cock gliding against the spongy walls of your pussy. he was reaching places you could never reach on your own.

“takin’ me so well, sweetheart.”

the warmth of his palm pressed down on on your stomach, and it’s your undoing.

you see a glimpse of heaven, the darkened room suddenly becoming so bright. you clench around him so tight his thrusts stutter from the grip.

but he picks the speed back up almost immediately, his stamina far outmatching your own.

“no, no. not done with ya yet. can gimme another, can’t ya sweet girl?”

a second part to this ♡