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maybe we came to objectify men

my sister and I are on the way to nashville!! I might have to keep a little nashville diary on here 🤭🤭

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eves and I saw a cowboy and apparently southern men are it for us 🤭

my sister and I are on the way to nashville!! I might have to keep a little nashville diary on here 🤭🤭

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no bc ur actually so cute

@dvg-tvgs is taking aesthetic photos of our drinks and I’m stalking birds making kissy noises at them like they’ll be my friend.

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most important stop of the day

my sister and I are on the way to nashville!! I might have to keep a little nashville diary on here 🤭🤭

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Mima mooooo 🥰🥰

EVIIIIIEEEEEE 🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

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STREAMER BOYFRIEND! SIMON RILEY X READER

a/n: happy birthday @callsign-arson !! I didn't have much time so here's a short:)

cw: blowjob, cockwarming, fluff, vape, simon is "a big meanie but respects women" type, uh mention of simon saying slur bc some1 might get uncomfortable (?), hes not supposed to be nice anyways

Streamer boyfriend! Simon who streams shirtless and the majority of the fans mainly stays for the biceps instead of the games he plays.

Streamer boyfriend! Simon who met you randomly on a special ask stream to celebrate the 150k followers milestone. “Do you wanna see my plushie collection?” He asked for your discord to see the picture afterwards and you two hit it off.

Streamer boyfriend! Simon who gets angry and jumpy, shouting slurs into the mic when his team loses. The moment you set down a plate of fruit next to his keyboard and wrap your arms around his neck, asking what he's playing, he leans back into the chair and mutters the answer into your cheek, landing an opportune kiss. His teammates cheer whenever they see you walk in the room, knowing their ears are spared.

Streamer boyfriend! Simon who had an OF but quit after you came into his life. It is also not by chance that he discovers you are his biggest subscriber. You will be teased to death.

Streamer boyfriend! Simon who begs you to cockwarm him during live. It took two weeks and ten dresses later to have you all dolled up for the camera. Nothing much is shown. It just looks like you're sitting on his lap and totally not clenching around his stiff cock. He leans towards the pc, chin resting on your shoulder, chest touching your back, to access the keyboard and mouse. Sometimes, if he catches you almost dozing off, Simon takes a long hit from the vape and blows into your face. The chat sometimes asks if you're ill because of your stuttering and blushes. Whenever you answer a question from viewers, Simon shifts and lodged his cock deeper, coos when you stop mid-sentence, rubbing your waist and cheeks condescendingly. “Chat, behave yourselves. Lad’s a shy thing.” The way you clench harder after that sends him straight to heaven. That night he broke his winning record.

Streamer boyfriend! Simon who squeals like a toddler on Christmas when you shyly ask to suck him on live. You got bolder after the cockwarming stream. So here he is shooting a guy straight in the skull while his cock rests smugly in your warm mouth. He made a small pillow “nest” underneath the gaming table so that your knees won't be sore. When you think he is close to winning something, you sink your teeth slightly and watch as his thighs jerk. Simon yells “Fuck!”, ends the stream and tosses the headphones to the side. He gets soo mean after that. A hand yanks your head back by the neck. His cock pops out with a pop, a string of saliva connects the two of you. Simon rams his cock back in abruptly, your nose comes into contact with his pube. He presses firmly on the back of your head to keep you there, thrusting deeper in your throat until you gag violently.

Streamer boyfriend! Simon who streams your shopping trips occasionally because the demand is so high (he asks you first of course!). The chat goes ballistic every time you step out of the changing room and twirl for Simon. He’s sitting on the waiting bench the whole time like a good boy, fists clenched on his thighs. He has never been this focused, not even when he was deep into the fourth battle with less than 3 teammates alive. Somehow, the shopping stream brings lots of profit even though Simon intended to do it for the shit and giggles. It's not your fault that the chat spams donations and gifts for each outfit you try on. You're giggling the whole way back in the passenger seat, knowing Simon can't help but use the money on another shopping trip for you.

Streamer boyfriend! Simon who gets called out by the chat because he is getting “soft” one year into dating you. He’s not offended though! He pulls you to actually sit down on his lap when you bring your usual fruit plate on that day. Holds and kisses your knuckles, laughs when you eye him weirdly as if he's on vape (again). Eventually, the chat asks about the wedding date for fun. You're speechless when Simon explains the whole plan with specific dates and locations. Almost as if the wedding is set to complete by the end of this month. At this point, you're not even surprised if Simon pulls out a ring during dinner.

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my sister and I are on the way to nashville!! I might have to keep a little nashville diary on here 🤭🤭

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boy's night

the next day

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Hi Jem! I love your Ghost stuff and was wondering if you could please write some cute fluffy domestic shit? 🥹🥹

okay okay i made this work with a future mafia series i'm gonna be working on (not the perfect wife, something further in the future)

it's always worrying when you come home to see blood on the kitchen table. not a lot of blood, not enough for anybody outside of his line of work to be able to spot.

but he spotted it. a trained killer, of course he spotted it.

panic, a panic he hadn't felt since he met you, went through him.

"swee'heart?" he called, dropping his bag to stride through the apartment. not running, if you were already panicked that would only panic you more.

but there was blood in the apartment. maybe someone had gotten in and you'd pulled the gun from under his pillow. maybe they'd hurt you first.

there were a million possibilities and they all panicked him.

"swee'heart? bunny?" he ccalled, the nickname you'd had since he'd first come into your life. it had taken you a while to warm up to him, but the way you ended up bouncing on his cock bred the nickname.

"in here, si!"

he ran towards your voice, towards your apartment bathroom.

he pushed the door open, the room shaking with the sheer muscular weight of his steps. mask still on his face, but his eyes were fixed on you. you, with the first aid kit in front of you

"bunny, luv, what happened?" he asked as he dropped to his knees. again, the room shook.

"cupboard finally gave," you mumbled.

the damn cupboard. you'd been saying it to him for weeks, how the cupboard needed fixing. but it had finally given, the cupboard had tipped to the side, a mug had fallen out and hit you.

the blood on the table suddenly made sense.

"bun, swee'heart, i'm so sorry," he said, pushing the first aid kit out of the way to get to you. the blood had been cleared up and there was a plaster just in front your hairline. "shoulda fixed the fucking cupboard."

"it's fine, simon," you said, closing the lid on the first aid kit. "i'm fine."

he reached up, touched the plaster on your head. "you're not," he argued. "'f i'd just fixed it."

you stood and offered him your hand. you had no hope of pulling him from the floor, but simon still put his large hand in yours and got off the floor. you noticed then the suit he was wearing. "you had a meeting today?" you asked, hooking your arm through his.

"stop tryina change the subject."

"then stop worrying! i'm fine, i love you, and it was an unimportant mug that broke."

unimportant. one of your least favourites. he'd still replace it, buy you one that would become your favourite.

his arm wound around you, pulling you close. as if protecting you from the minimal danger in your apartment. because he loved you. more than anything, he loved you

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obsessively domestic simon headcanons

-he sleeps better when you’re touching. doesn’t matter how—your ankle resting on his, your fingers tangled, your whole body draped over him like a blanket—if you’re not touching, he won’t sleep. just lies there, blinking into the dark.

-he never says “i love you” the same way twice. sometimes it’s “text me when you get home.” sometimes it’s “eat something.” sometimes it’s him holding your wrist a little too tight before he lets you walk away.

-every time you wear his hoodie, he watches you like it’s the first time. like he forgot how good it looks on you. he doesn’t say anything. just tilts his head a little. maybe bites the inside of his cheek.

-he always smells like smoke, metal, and your shampoo. he uses it when you’re not looking. swears he doesn’t. but his side of the pillow always smells like you. it’s better than that shitty 7-in-1 anyways.

-he’s terrifyingly quiet when he’s angry. except with you. with you, he talks. not loud. but honest. “that scared the hell out of me.” “don’t do that again.” “i can’t lose you.”

-he doesn’t take pictures, but he has so many of you. little ones. secret ones. blurry and off-center. your hand on his thigh. your silhouette in the kitchen. your laugh mid-bite. he looks at them when he misses home.

-sometimes he just stares at you mid—conversation, like he forgot everything you were saying because your face is doing something soft. like smiling, or existing.

-when you’re sick, he’s unbearable. no one else can take care of you right. he brings you water, meds, hot tea, his hoodie, five blankets, a knife, and a death glare for anyone who even breathes near you.

-he gets shy after sex. not during—he’s dangerous during—but after, when you’re in his arms and breathing hard, he gets quiet. almost sweet. brushing hair from your face like he can’t believe you’re real.

-he doesn’t say “forever.” but when he fixes the cabinet in your bathroom without asking? when he memorizes your coffee order? when he adds your birthdate to every form he fills out? that’s him saying it.

I LOVE WRITING THESE

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husband!simon who tails wife!reader like a lamb. wherever she is, he isn't too far behind.

he follows you everywhere. you thought riley (your german shepherd) was bad? wait until your very-grown, very-large, very-masculine husband starts doing it.

it's like having your own personal pair of bodyguards, one of which is an animal, but we digress. you can't even take a peaceful walk (with the dog) without getting funny stares... but who is there to blame? if looks could kill, simon would be in prison for mass murder. it's not his fault he has a magnetism to his pretty wife and a serious case of resting bitch face.

he slowly walks behind you when you're shopping, his fingers itching to reach out for your lower back. he sticks to staying as close to you as he can, like a kid who's afraid to lose their parent if they stray away for longer than a few seconds.

if there's something on a higher shelf you can't reach, he towers over your form and picks it up for you, tossing the item into the basket on your arm and flashing a shy, boyish smile.

ass.

he also sleeps super close to you at night, tattooed arms pulling you tight to his body, legs tangling with yours. when you're annoyed at him, you simply press the cold balls of your feet against the backs of his calves. the shriek he let out was far more high-pitch than his normal tone, and you swore you nearly wet yourself laughing as he shimmied away from your frozen toes.

he knew not to piss you off like that again.

he does respect your personal space when you need it - it's obvious. but that doesn't stop the man from watching you under sunken eyebrows as you huff and strop around the kitchen. he's waiting for the inevitable help me, please as you discover you actually can't open your own jar of pasta sauce. you finally give in and whine, holding the glass jar out to your more-than-amused husband.

even when you're on a night out and you drunkenly force him to dance with you, his hands find themselves in the back pocket of your jeans, grabbing at your asscheeks as you sway against him. he keeps an eye (or a cheeky hand) on you all the time, the protective bastard.

his personal favourite is your distant, "si, i'm going for a shower!" from upstairs, or even if he simply hears the water starting up, he's pausing his football match on the tv and taking the stairs two at a time to locate you in your shared bathroom, leaning over the sink in your undergarments as you get ready to shower.

"what are you doing?" you ask, watching him through the mirror as he starts unbuckling his belt and sliding it from his jeans.

"what does it look like?" he says gruffly, but you know he's being sarcastic. "showering." that call was practically an invitation.

"i'm showering."

"no can do, love," he reaches out for your elbows and gently pulls your half-naked form against his own. "lemme join you. i can wash your hair."

"really?" you watch him incredulously, an amused smile dancing on your lips.

"what can i say? manchester's a shitty team."

you smacked him.

author's note: let's not talk about my obsession with husband!simon, deal??

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Breeding kink! Breeding kink! Breeding kink!

Simon Riley, who has hyperspermia. Can fill a condom with just his precum and doesnt really have sex anymore cause most women dont wanna run the risk of being pregnant.

Until he meets you.

You, who beg for him to cum inside and sleep with his cock still in 'so it sticks'. You who will bend over any surface for him if you can tell hes getting uncomfortable.

After the first time fucking you, he fell completely into the idea of breeding you too. Couldn't stop imagining you swollen with his copious amounts of seed, holding your intertwined love in that tummy.

And of course, within weeks, it would happen. People would call him crazy for getting a girl pregnant that he wasn't even dating for a month.

He liked to think he was efficient.

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home and safe spoilers before I go away!!

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Aajshhsnsjdjsh knight Simon knight Simon holy shit i love it ughahshsbdxjsjsnsks

no no no no knight simon has my entire heart and pussy but let me propose something else.

dragon rider simon riley. similar setting to knight simon, except he rides dragons. he has his own dragon, ghost, who is loyal to him. most days its just him and ghost against the world. like, yeah he has a team, he and his team take care of each other, but him and ghost have a special connection.

like how johnny and his dragon, soap, have a special connection.

so when you come along, stumblign into his life on accident, he and ghost are smitten.

and i mean he and ghost. simon wants to see you bent over the table in his room and ghost wants to see you sat comfortably with his hoard.

one love is physical, sexual. the other isn't. ghost still loves you, but like a pet. i don't know whether you're his pet or he's yours. simon wants you in every way a man can want someone

(i wanna do more of these two)

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HOLIDAYYYYYYYYYYYYY

-Evie

EVIE ILYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYy 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

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Riley²

cooking up a big roach post later, be prepared

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