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Part 2 | Part 1

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great view in soaps garden or so i’ve heard

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bowl of rice time and thinking about Simon being a bath guy right? But there's no like tubs on base bc duh

Anyway he meets you and you have a bath at ur place and after a couple of nights with him over he's eyeing the tub like a sad dog so you're like ? 🧐 Do you?? Want a bath, Si ???

And he's a little bashful but also "if it's no trouble... Don't have 'em on base..."

So you make him go undress while you draw the water, just hot enough. You add your bubble bath soap to it bc of course.

And you grab the candles from the kitchen. Set them out on safe surfaces around the bathroom.

And then you turn on rain sounds on your speaker.

Simon comes back by the time you flick the overhead lights off, staring at it all in utter disbelief.

And the sigh that escapes him when he sinks into the hot water is nothing short of pure contentment.

His legs bend, knees up out of the water, so that he sinks in until his shoulders are under. He blinks up at you, slow, like a satisfied cat.

Then he grabs your hand. Gives it a tug that makes you giggle.

You insist there's no room for you both.

But his insistence is greater than yours

bc before you know it your clothes are gone and your back is pressed against his chest with his thighs bracketing yours.

And when you ask if this is... nice, you get no reply.

So you turn your head enough to find the 6 foot whatever, hulking blue eyed blonde, who had railed you three ways to Sunday not a week ago...

dozing...

his head tilted just so. Breath slow and steady. Arms loose around your waist. Candle light catching warm and golden on his scars and features. Eyes closed softly.

And you can't find it in you to wake him.

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you can’t help but stare at simon’s chest shamelessly as he steps out of the bathroom after a fresh shower, his hair damp, some water still sliding down his body and through the ink illustrated on his skin. with only a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, he lazily walked over to the drawer beside the bed where you were sat on, well aware of your stare boring into him.

your breath hitched when he grabbed a shirt — an old slightly worn out black shirt — one of your favourites on him. his arms flexed as he raised the shirt, and your mouth unconsciously parted when your gaze lowered to his nipples, flushed. you wondered how he’d react if you’d just launch yourself over him and bite onto them, hands trying to grasp onto his pecs greedily.

you hadn’t realised how close he’d gotten to you until he snapped his fingers with a whistle, not unkind, breaking you out of your trance.

“eyes up here, love.” he pointed to his face. blood rushed to your face rapidly, making you feel lightheaded.

“nice tits.” you breathlessly giggled, earning a scoff from him

“you’ve really got no shame, yeah?” he lowered himself beside you, hands pulling you onto his lap with ease.

needless to say, the rest of your day was spent proving his statement about you correct.

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Anyway, hello everyone! This is my first time on Tumblr 👉🏼👈🏼 I'd be glad if someone appreciates my work. By the way, you can see my art on Twitter. There are a lot of them there 🐸✨

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so episode 6 huh

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petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’

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best part of drawing ghost

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i lov u mr. ghost i lov u forever and ever nobodys gonna take u away from me nobody mwah

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"SQUEAK :3... I told you we needed more glitter" ahh Soap. Simon is going thru it...

Sorry for being dead here lol

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gaz u will always be famous 2 me

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boys once made out drunk at a party and got a bit addicted 😬

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Kyle believes its mandatory to say "biiiiig stretch," whenever his dog stretches.

It becomes so much of a habit that whenever you stretch yourself out in the morning he croons, "biiiiiig stretch." Sometimes laughing lightly as he's already getting dressed, sometimes still half asleep face buried against his pillow. Didnt matter the state, he just alway did.

And when your back is arching off the bed — your nails are clawing at his shoulders, weak whines and pleas spilling past your lips at the stretch of his cock pushing inside of you — his big hand is cupping your cheek.

Smiling down at you so sweetly as if his eyes aren't staring with pure hunger. And oh, his voice is so mean when he hums a, "biiiiig stretch."

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