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HII, do you know other artists (because you literally write so well wth. That’s art) of the same type of fandoms or just in general that write this good?

hi baby!! this is actually insane that you think that way i fuckin love you MWAH.

i’m gonna tag my beautiful and talented mooties and my tumblr crushes, please feel free to reblog and add whoever i forgot and your own recs too!! <3

@discoscoob @softcoresweetheart @scarlettspectra @cuddleyhoney @frillydolle @konigsfavgirl @y2kbbie @sweetwolfcupcake @satlun @nwheregirl @konigofmyheart @97keanu @agirlcandream84 @machveil

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same thing happening my pookies. i see all the reqs and i appreciate you all don’t give up on me!! 😔

i’m working on the requests my loves!! <3 please be patient with me those uni assignments are gangbanging me🙏🏼

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hii! i wanted to request makeup sex with john constantine please <3 he said a little mean off handed remark before going to work or he’s a bit more focused on the job which makes the reader feel neglected and he wants to make it up to you!!whichever narrative you choose i’d deeply enjoy it

hi sweetheart! i actually wrote exactly that a while ago then made it private cuz i didn’t like it. i polished it up now, so you can read it here :)

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show me how. john constantine x fem!reader. smut. angst. make-up sex. unprotected p in v. missionary. doggy. coming inside. poor aftercare. john is an asshole. 2k words.

summery. you just need him to show you that he needs you.

a/n. based on a request! gif credit.

you were staring at him, tears threatening to fill your eyes as he once again chose you over a job. you don’t even remember the last time the two of you were actually together, spent time together.

at the start of your relationship, he was always away during daylight hours, returning past sunset and devoting his evenings to you. and you didn’t mind. you knew the nature of his job, and still decided to be with him. but then it progressed into being away for almost twenty-four hours every other day. soon it turned into not seeing him for weeks on end.

and yet you didn’t leave. how could you? you knew he was busy….had lives to save. he wasn’t just out having fun, it was dangerous as well. how could you ever be mad at him for helping people?

but as bad as you felt, your emotions overruled the guilt inside, deciding to finally confront him the next time he was around.

and today was that day.

he was home for only five minutes before he opened his bag and filled it up with some occult stuff — half of which you had no idea what was used for — getting ready to drive off and deal with another of his demonic cases.

your heart ached how he simply greeted you without even a kiss or a hug like you two were some good old pals. it was getting out of control.

“are you leaving again?”you questioned firmly, knowing the answer that was about to come, yet deciding to ask it anyway.

“yes,” he replied dryly, not even bothering to look at where you were seated on bed. “i have stuff to deal with.”

you were holding you tears back, trying so hard to make your voice appear normal, like you weren’t at the edge of a breakdown, “can’t you take a day off?”

“no,” his eyes looked for a tool he needed, entirely engulfed in his doings as if you weren’t even there.

“please, i ju-”

“did you not hear what i just said?” he cut you off harshly, locking eyes with you for the first time, annoyance dripping from his tone.

you sighed, getting off from the bed as he continued his actions, moving to the wardrobe to withdraw a small suitcase. you opened up your drawers and started stuffing your piles of clothes into the bag, silent tears covering your cheeks.

it all reminded you of the dramatic characters from movies and you felt like a petulant child trying to run off after every minor disagreement.

except you two were adults, and it was anything but a minor issue.

constantine stopped in his tracks, side eyeing you with confusion as he registered your actions, blowing out a breath from his nose. “what are you doing?”

“leaving,” you whispered back quickly, the word ready on the tip of your tongue waiting to be finally said out loud, and you didn’t elaborate further.

he eyed you for a moment, putting the items from his hands down, closing the distance a bit. “what is that supposed to mean?”

“what does it matter to you, john? i could have left weeks ago, and you wouldn’t even notice, you uttered, increasing the speed of your movements, matching the speed of the tears falling from your eyes.

he walked to stand next to you, his angry eyes soaking in your figure, “what are you even talking about? hey- put that down.” he half yelled, jerking the clothes out of your hands.

you finally stopped and looked up at him, watching as his pupils were scanning every mimic on your face.

there was so much you wanted to say, yell — shout. but the anger was running so wild in your veins, you didn’t even know where to begin, how to speak up.

“are you out of your mind?” he looked you up and down, like he was trying to find something on you that would prove his conviction that you were somehow insane.

“what?” you laughed in disbelief, “you have the audacity to call me crazy? when i see you twice a month? for fifteen fuckin’ minutes?” you poked his chest with your pointer finger, voice getting an octave higher by each word.

he didn’t match your energy, staying collected with the lack of reaction, which made you all more frustrated. “calm down, and you are not going anywhere,” he argued back.

“why? so i can stay here and watch how you choose those fuckin’ demons over me again and again?” you gritted your teeth, your hands reaching to the remaining pile of clothes, hiccuping and sniffing back, your entire face wet and most definitely red — a total fucking mess.

his hands stretched and gripped your wrists, moving your body away from the suitcase and straightening it, trapping your hands against your chest. “don’t act like a child right now. i can’t stay here and babysit you all day.”

his words cut right through whatever hope you still had. you were frustrated, and sad, and tired. and so utterly disappointed. “with no one here you won’t have to worry about babysitting,” you spat back.

he softened his grasp on your wrists for a second and you quickly used that opportunity to zip up your bag and march past him to the front door, deliberately putting on your shoes and tying the laces as slow as you can to prolong the moment, giving him time to apologize.

but constantine didn’t know the existence of that word, and you were well aware of that.

yes but was he letting you go this easily? was he not gonna fight? perhaps you were right to leave.

you sighed in defeat, twisting the door knob and peeking it open for an inch before a hand slapped it shut from behind.

you turned around, not having a time to protest as his lips crashed into yours, his hands flying to your waist as he kissed you hungrily.

you were entranced for a second as your mind went dizzy, returning back the kiss before some sense was slapped right back into you, your hands pushing him away harshly. the two of you silently stared at one another, breathing heavily, your own face flushed, chest heaving under his gaze. you felt fresh tears staining your cheeks before your hands gripped his black suit and guided him back to you, connecting your lips with his again.

it wasn’t passionate — all teeth and roughness, frustration. he switched his palms from your hips to the back of your thighs, making you jump a little and cross your legs around his torso.

he carried you to bed, putting you down on the soft mattress, getting rid of your pants before his hands roamed back to your shirt, breaking the kiss to remove your top over your head.

you unbuttoned his white shirt, throwing it away from his body as your hands felt the toned muscles of his chest. he planted rough but needy kisses all along from your jaw to your neck, sucking on the soft flesh while his fingers were unclasping your bra.

you whined into the sensation, gripping on his dark messy hair, feeling his wet lips suddenly trailing slow kisses in between the valley of your nude breasts. “don’t be so difficult,” he whispered against your skin, “you are important to me.”

you stayed silent for a moment, closing your eyes not to cry all over again. you broke all the records today. you knew he wasn’t the most affectionate person, but you still needed something to prove you he cared. “what would i know?”

he looked up at you, his face dangerously close to the only piece of material left covering your body. “you do.”

with that constantine-like “assurance,” he trailed his fingers down to your abdomen, removing the fabric from your thighs before his hands found their way back.

you inhaled a soft gasp when he started playing with your clit, rubbing it softly and pinching it in between his fingers.

he captured you in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth when you felt a finger being pushed inside of you.

he swallowed your moans, you hands firm on the back of his neck, keeping him close to you as he added the second one, thrusting them in and out in a steady rhythm.

you felt him curling his fingers inside, pressing on your inner walls in a way that felt so good while his thumb simultaneously continued playing with your clit, making you clench around him. that bubble was about to explode as you struggled to keep your legs open when he retrieved his hands from you, your dissatisfied whines reaching his ears.

was he denying you an orgasm as a way of punishing you? perhaps. and you wanted to shower him with strings of curses, but decided there was a more brutal way.

“tell me you love me,” you demanded, breaking the kiss and staring up at him as he leaned back, his dark eyes staying on yours.

you suddenly felt him rubbing his length on your entrance to collect your wetness as a lube, not even noticing when he got rid of clothes. “tell me-” he cut you off as he slammed in, not letting you get used to his size before he pulled out completely, forging back again.

you mewled at the contact, throwing your back and closing your eyes to ease the uncomfortable sense of fullness.

he grunted at your tightness, continuing his assault as you felt the pleasure finally cursing through you, greedily sucking in his cock and wanting more. “say it,” you tried again, mentally begging him to just say those three words.

instead, he shoved his fingers into your mouth, shutting you out as you tasted yourself on him from when he was inside you with his digits just moments ago. his mouth latched into your nipple, swirling his hot tongue around then sucking and repeating it over again, altering between your breasts.

your nails scratched his back harshly, leaving red marks that you knew definitely hurt but you needed to do something at the intense amount of pleasure you felt. and you also needed to hurt just a bit — at least physically — for being so cruel to you.

he groaned at the pain coursing through his back, altering his movements and moving through your walls with a new pace, his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly, your moans reminding a broken record.

you felt your orgasm approaching, that familiar tickle making you lightheaded. he gently pressed his palm over your pubic bone, his other hand latching back on your clit to massage it.

you cried out loud as the ecstasy washed over you, your back arching from the mattress underneath, your clenching walls tightening around him so much that he choked on his grunts, quickly manhandling your body around.

with your face buried in the mattress and ass up in the air, he slammed into you from a deeper angle. his hands definitely left bruises from how hard he was holding onto your hips, but you were also sure that you physically couldn’t hold yourself in place from how his dick was balls deep inside you. “don’t even dare to leave me,” his vulnerable but harsh voice brought you back to reality. “i need you”

in your fucked out haze you didn’t truly register what he was saying, but at that point you would agree with just anything.

follow directly after his words, his groans echoing in the room and you felt the hot streaks of cum being shot into you, you limp body clinging to the white sheets.

still buried in you, he lowered his head to your spine, his sticky forehead connecting itself with your skin, his hot breath fanning just above your ass.

after steading back his breathing, he slowly pulled out of you with a squelching sound and a hot liquid running down your thigh, and you almost whined at how empty you felt.

he laid on his back, gently moving you against him as you cling to his body, practically laying on top of him. his fingers gently ran against your hair and you could feel the soreness of your muscles and the headache from all the crying enveloping you in a much needed sleep — hoping the former would catch up sooner.

with your eyelids fluttering shut and mind crossing the state of consciousness, you felt a barely audible “i love you” being whispered against your ear.

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Hi, how are you? I have a request about Tommy Warnecki from Keanu's movie Flying/Dream to Believe (1986) where reader is bullied by Leah and Stacy but he defends her, what do you think?

Hi love!! I’m sorry I haven’t watched it so I don’t know his character. I only write about the ones listed on my masterlist :)

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I love your writing soooo much <3 Are you diagnosed with anything?

i’m laughing so hard at this

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i’m working on the requests my loves!! <3 please be patient with me those uni assignments are gangbanging me🙏🏼

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konigs red flags? <3

könig’s red flags.

cw. gn!reader.

⚔︎ emotionally immature/lack of common sense/empathy

like. genuinely. you need to sit this man down and explain everything to him. and even that doesn’t guarantee that he will understand what you’re saying. being in the military, he is used to receiving commands with specific outcomes. you need to do this for that to happen. it makes sense to him only if it is logical. so when you tell him you would like him to do this or that because it would make you feel a certain way, he is staring at you like a lost sheep, because what do you even mean?

doesn’t know the difference between “will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend” vs “can i be your boyfriend.” doesn’t even know the second one exists because it is the same thing for him. 

i think when you two start getting closer, kiss each other, hang out often, and just overall get more physically touchy, he automatically assumes you are a couple and rolls with it. doesn’t even propose for you to be his partner because if you didn’t like him you wouldn’t do all that, right? right??

when his behavior leaves you with mixed signals, and you finally ask him if he even likes you, he is actually confused “what do you mean, schatz? we are together.” and when you tell him he didn’t ask you, he has the audacity to be flabbergasted with an “i had to ask??”

same thing happens when some people prefer their partner to ask them out on valentines day, and you happen to be one of them. actually has no clue why you are sad or mad with him. he had to ask? again?? if you are together, who else’s valentine would you be?? “i’m sorry, bitte. i didn’t know. why didn’t you tell me?” bright blue eyes, sheepishly staring back at you. it’s not like he is arrogant or doesn’t respect you. he is just a fuckin idiot.

⚔︎ clinginess

personal space doesn’t exist in his vocabulary, especially if you two live together. he wants to be around you 24/7 and do everything with you. you’re writing something in your journal? he scoots the chair to sit next to you and read. need to go to the bathroom? accompanies you on the way and STAYS THERE. even if you have to take a fuckin shit. nothing about you can gross him out. you are going out with your friends? okay, let him put on his cargo pants. wait, what do you mean he isn’t comi- 

⚔︎ communication issues/overly emotional and avoidant

the thing with könig is that he either doesn’t think or overthinks like there is no tomorrow. if you sit next to him on the couch and don’t cuddle him, he gaslights himself into believing you are avoiding him or don’t love him anymore. and instead of asking if you are mad at him or if he did something wrong for you to deny it and resolve the issue, he just bottles it in and distracts himself with something else — anything that will keep him busy and avoid you for the whole day before he can’t take it anymore, his need to cling to you getting ahead of him as he stumbles into the bedroom and holds onto you for his dear life.

when you two are having an argument, he might actually fucking bawl his eyes out and beg you not to leave him. of course, you weren’t going to. you are just explaining to him what he did wrong and what he can do to fix it. but he is already on his knees, gripping onto your hips so tightly with his face buried in your torso, bubbling apologies and pleas in german and how he would actually die if you leave him.

⚔︎ dry texter

especially tragic during the early stages of your relationship. you send him a selfie of you, looking as gorgeous as ever. his pupils dilating and getting replaced with literal hearts and his pants getting uncomfotably tighter. he is so lost for words that he doesn’t even know what to say because nothing can ever describe how much he loves you and how beautiful you are. so instead, he decides to do the next stupid thing — leaving you on seen or just reacting with a heart emoji.

safe to say he learns his lesson when he later sees your glossy eyes, trying his best to be more affectionate over texts, and you learn not to take his dry-ass reactions – or lack of them – too close to heart. 

he is stupid. please be patient with him.

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hello my loves!

i have a free week before starting my semester again, so feel free to send requests for the characters in my masterlist!

please read this before requesting <3

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john wick + aftercare

cw. gn!reader. fluff.

⊹ doesn’t matter if it is a slow, passionate love making session or he is just straight up railing you, the aftercare is as important to him as it is to you.

⊹ he physically needs to hold you, and onto you at least for five minutes (clings to you until you literally have to beg him to stop suffocating you)

⊹ always always always says i love you afterwards. granted he chants it over and over during it too, but sex is merely a tool of pleasure for him. he knows it’s extremely intimate for the both of you, so you would never not catch him kissing every single part of your body while he murmurs those three words. he makes sure you know how much he cherishes you and your entire existence :)

⊹ absolutely makes you pee afterwards knowing how important it is. and if you are too tired or just lazy, he scoops you up in his arms and takes you to the bathroom himself. after a specifically steamy session when both of you are just covered in sweat from head to toe, this man urges you into a shower. you don’t have to lift a finger, he gladly cleans you up while being extra careful and gentle when washing your sensitive places.

⊹ if you two fool around before bed, he will put on your pajamas/underwear if you wanted to, but the night usually ends in his favorite way — cuddling one another with no barrier in between your bodies. he loves the intimacy of it, the vulnerability. a side of him only you can see.

⊹ you two drift off tangled in each other's limbs, and while you feel safe in the arms of the man who you knew would protect you from anything and anyone, he is safe and content knowing you were his and he was yours. you gave him the life he always believed not to be deserving of <3

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more arthur morgan writing — ! is nsfw.

female!reader unless stated otherwise.

— asks.

nothing yet!

— drabbles.

low!honor vs high!honor.

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more john constantine writing — ! is nsfw.

female!reader unless stated otherwise.

— asks.

what does constantine smell like?

yandere constantine?

how would he react to hearing an “i love you?”

what will he do when a random girl flirts with him?

— drabbles.

horny and frustrated constantine.

jealous!constantine x naive!reader.

sly fox x dumb bunny.

forcing skincare routine in constantine.

grumpy!constantine x bubbly!reader.

constantine x shy!reader.

constantine x sensitive!reader. part 1 | part 2

constantine reluctantly taking care of you.

pillow talk with constantine.

constantine x feisty!reader.

constantine x demonhunter!reader.

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more john wick writing — ! is nsfw.

female!reader unless stated otherwise.

— asks

is john wick a smoker?

is john experienced in bed?

— drabbles

john wick x shy fem!reader.

john wick + daddy issues.

john taking care of you during your period. part 1 | part 2

ovulating around john wick.

how young!jw and older!jw act in the club.

! john getting jelous when others check you out. gn!reader

john wick + “please. don’t ever leave me.”

admiring john's abs. gn!reader

! john thigh fucking you.

! john overstimulating you.

! john wick + choking kink.

! sweaty tight shirt revealing john's muscles. gn!reader

john wick being hired to assassinate you father. gn!reader

telling john you have a kidnapping fantasy.

! first time doing anal.

! john being intimidating while fingering you.

touch starved john wick.

john taking more missions and being mean to you.

john wick x sensitive partner. gn!reader

john wick x chronically online partner. gn!reader

john wick x goth!reader. part 1 | part 2

! john wick finishing too fast and being embarrassed.

john teaching you russian. gn!reader

john wick as a dirty talker.

using your chest as a pillow to sleep. gn!reader

sitting on john's lap while he cleans his guns. gn!reader

first date, you don’t know what he does for a living. gn!reader

late night drive with john.

john wick x winstons!daughter.

doing each other's hair.

trying for a baby.

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not tumblr hiding this post for explicit content 😔

könig is gross when in love

cw. period séx. sweat. drool. questionable use of tongue? overall nasty stuff look away.

this whole relationship thing is new for könig, but he had heard the stories of how love makes the grossest things appear sweet, yet, for some reason, he gets called weird by you quite often.

the first time he tried to eat you out and you gently pushed his head away from in between your thighs, explaining that you were menstruating, he just furrowed his brows in confusion like…okay? what does it matter, schatz? not buying into your excuses, as he started peeling your panties off. you had to spend the next fifteen minutes bargaining with him to at least let you take a shower first before he shoves his mouth into your cunt full of red liquid, slimy blood cloths, and god knows what else. he scoffed at you like you robbed him of treasure, but went along with it as long as you allowed him shove his tongue or dick into your warm walls. if you use a tampon, he might actually pull it out because he WANTS to get messy…

you avoid kissing because of morning breath? too bad. he is already shoving his tongue deep into your throat, moaning and grunting like he is devouring the sweetest meal known to mankind.

when you two work out together, more often than not, he finds his dick aching in his pants when he sees your skin glistening, pupils dilating as he is on you in a matter of seconds. honestly, good luck trying to push his giant body away. you are already trapped under him on the soft matt, his face nuzzling your neck as he inhales your natural body scent with a faint mix of your deodorant, groaning before he licks the sweat off of your neck. and your whole body, too. all the while humping his sweatpants covered hard crotch against your thigh, feeling himself closing to an orgasm embarrassingly fast.

if he comes to bed late, finding you tucked in and already asleep with a little drool pooling at the corner of your mouth and leaving a tiny wet spot on your pillow, instead of wiping it away with a tissue, his first instinct is wiping the corner of your lips with his thumb then shoving it into his own mouth. i mean, he has been inside of you, and you two make out all the time, so what’s the difference? right, liebling? :(

not only has he been inside of you with his dick, but also with his tongue. your cunt, your ass, your mouth…your ears…nostrils…your belly button…sorry not sorry. literally plunges his tongue anywhere he can. even though he does the last three in spite of the moment, and it only lasts for a second — for which he earns a jab to his chest and a palm shoving his face away — he chuckles and continues with his bullshit, making you repulsed every now and then.

and when you tell him “you’re disgusting,” he is just like :< and lowkey offended because what do you mean???

how can he be disgusted if it’s you? there is nothing you can do that will ick this man out.

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könig is gross when in love

cw. period séx. sweat. drool. questionable use of tongue? overall nasty stuff look away.

this whole relationship thing is new for könig, but he had heard the stories of how love makes the grossest things appear sweet, yet, for some reason, he gets called weird by you quite often.

the first time he tried to eat you out and you gently pushed his head away from in between your thighs, explaining that you were menstruating, he just furrowed his brows in confusion like…okay? what does it matter, schatz? not buying into your excuses, as he started peeling your panties off. you had to spend the next fifteen minutes bargaining with him to at least let you take a shower first before he shoves his mouth into your cunt full of red liquid, slimy blood cloths, and god knows what else. he scoffed at you like you robbed him of treasure, but went along with it as long as you allowed him shove his tongue or dick into your warm walls. if you use a tampon, he might actually pull it out because he WANTS to get messy…

you avoid kissing because of morning breath? too bad. he is already shoving his tongue deep into your throat, moaning and grunting like he is devouring the sweetest meal known to mankind.

when you two work out together, more often than not, he finds his dick aching in his pants when he sees your skin glistening, pupils dilating as he is on you in a matter of seconds. honestly, good luck trying to push his giant body away. you are already trapped under him on the soft matt, his face nuzzling your neck as he inhales your natural body scent with a faint mix of your deodorant, groaning before he licks the sweat off of your neck. and your whole body, too. all the while humping his sweatpant-covered hard crotch against your thigh, feeling himself closing to an orgasm embarrassingly fast.

if he comes to bed late, finding you tucked in and already asleep with a little drool pooling at the corner of your mouth and leaving a tiny wet spot on your pillow, instead of wiping it away with a tissue, his first instinct is wiping the corner of your lips with his thumb then shoving it into his own mouth. i mean, he has been inside of you, and you two make out all the time, so what’s the difference? right, liebling? :(

not only has he been inside of you with his dick, but also with his tongue. your cunt, your ass, your mouth…your ears…nostrils…your belly button…sorry not sorry. literally plunges his tongue anywhere he can. even though he does the last three in spite of the moment, and it only lasts for a second — for which he earns a jab to his chest and a palm shoving his face away — he chuckles and continues with his bullshit, making you repulsed every now and then.

and when you tell him “you’re disgusting,” he is just like :< and lowkey offended because what do you mean???

how can he be disgusted if it’s you? there is nothing you can do that will ick this man out.

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I have a question ; since you don't do sir kinks, does that mean you don't do 'ma'am', either??

Also, Idea. Miller's Girl, but will Joel Miller (if you've seen either of them)

thank you for asking! i actually LOVE ma’am makes me giggle and shit.

and yes i’m a tlou fan! you can be more specific with the idea and i’ll take a look <3

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simon riley loves listening to you yap.

cw. gn!reader. fluff.

because of his quiet and reserved nature, and also years in the military spent obeying commands and rarely having the opportunity to express himself, simon riley became an observer. a listener.

so when he met you, those personality traits became more apparent. it’s not like he had much to say, anyway. he barely had time for hobbies or any other activity that was not connected with the military. his life rotated in the same cycle: going on for missions, coming back to you.

and when he came back – starving for an actual home-cooked meal instead of something remotely representing food pressed into cans and plastic packs – he sat you down on the opposite side of the table with a simple “tell me, lovie.”

he would shove a spoonful of food into his mouth one after another, groaning at the delicious taste while you rambled his ears off, lifting his head up every now and then for a nod – an indication that he was listening and you shouldn’t stop.

truly, he never wanted you to stop.

you went out for a shopping spree with your friends? amazing. tell him what you got before you show him later. tell him what you left in the store and why. tell him what you had for lunch. tell him if you liked it.

get distracted when you remember something else. switch the topics every second and forget to finish the previous one. tell him about all the movies and tv shows you watched while he was gone, and how you couldn’t stand that one character.

he loves hearing your voice and how your hands and body move dramatically when you speak, even if he has no idea what the actual fuck you’re saying. there is no such thing as “too much information” for simon riley.

at the end of the day, all he wanted for you is to worry about the mundane stuff. your shoes didn’t match your outfit? yeah.

you worry about that while he takes care of everything else and makes your life easier because he fuckin loves you <3

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