littlevenicebiatch

[littlevenicebiatch]

the love of my life wants to have sex… with me!!!

[littlevenicebiatch]

Tattoos

simonxyoungerstripper!reader

You knew it was a bad idea from the beginning, approaching him that is. He was clearly much older, though everyone in this place was. And he was wearing a mask- a red flag for every dancer, but perhaps he was just insecure or didnt want to be recognized in here. And perhaps you were simply making excuses because you wanted him. And after all you got what you wanted every time. "hey there, handsome." You winked at him. "I'm on in a few minutes, wanna watch?"

"Sure, sweetheart." And he did, oh how he did. This man watched you for every second of your dance, he watched as you swung around the pole and as you suggestivly wiggled around your breasts in your tiny pink lace-bra. And he tipped well, that he did. That stranger kept putting hundred-dollar bills into the hemn of your matching panties. After the dance you sat at the bar, sipping a mojito when the man sat down next to you. "Ya liked my dance?" "Oh I did." "You wanna go to one of the rooms in the back?" Your voice was seductive, with a tinge of sweetness. "No." "oh." "Its not that-I just.. am too old for ya, lass." You shrugged. "Its not that bad, I'm twenty-two." He laughed. "You're a baby, I am more than double your age." You leaned in. "Wanna know a secret? That turns me on." His blue eyes followed your every move. "Oh doll, you just wanna make money." "Its not that, really, I find you attractive." "Do ya now?" "mhm." You downed the rest of your cocktail and grabbed his hand while standing up. "Come on." And like the weak man he was around women, he followed you into the back. You entered a small room with only a bed with satin red sheets inside, and locked the door. Then you turned around to face him. "Soo, what you into?" Simon shrugged. "Just the basic stuff." You raised an eyebrow. "Reall? You dont strike me as that kind of guy." But then you stepped closer, took his hands in yours and kissed them. You actually kised his rough fingers. "Oh doll, this isnt a good idea, i've got tattoos older than you." But you simply winked at him, your eyes lighting up. "Really? Show me." Thats all it took for him to grab you by the waist and practically throw you onto the bed. "You wanna see?" You nodded eagerly. So he slowly took off his grey shirt and jeans, revealing some long, thin tattoos on his arms, and one big one on his back. You smiled and pulled himm closer by the wasitband of his underwear, which you then quickly tossed aside. Underneath there was another tattoo, above his v-line. "Oh, I'm gonna have much fun with you." Simon watched you as you traced the tattoos on his arms with your tongue, then you turned him around and did the same on his back. And then, finally you did the one on his v-line. Simon groaned loudly as you did, he gently took your head in his hands and guided you further down to his rock-hard dick, which you bravely took in your mouth. You first massaged the tip with your tongue, teasingly slow. By the time you started properly taking him there was pre-cum leaking out of it already. But then you sped up while your fingers moved around his inner thighs and he came in your mouth, loudly moaning. As you stood up, wiping your mouth he spoke in a low voice. "On your back."

[littlevenicebiatch]

Neighbour

retired!Simonxreader

After turning fourty Simon looked around the empty barracks he was in, he took it all in, every inch of these damned halls, and he decided that something had to change. So now, six months later he had finished the big change, he had moved into a small town, a quiet neighbourhood and a new house. So when there was a knock on the door he expected a curious old lady, not a young, stunning woman such as yourself.

"Can I help ya?" He was still adapting to his new life. But your smile didnt fade. "Well, not really, I am your new neighbour." You handed him a plate of cookies and shook his hand before he could retract it. "Pleasure to meet ya..." "Simon" He pressed out. "Right, Simon." You stood there akwardly for a few seconds. "Well, uhm, I should go now." "Yeah." He replied, no hint of emotion in his voice. So you left, but like everything in his life you would return to haunt him. It started with more baked goods, even soups, you figured he was just a lonely man, how innocent you were. Then, he installed a porch, a proper one in his garden, so you decided to want one too. But a few hours in your house was a mess and your garden was full of tools you had never even heard of. "Ouch, damn it!" You yelled out, then you heard someone chuckling. You stood up and saw him-Simon watching you with a grin on his face. "Need help with that?" "I got it under control." You replied, while accidently hammering on your thummb. "Clearly." Simon shook his heand and retunred inside his house. After many more hours you decidded to go to sleep, but when you woke up in the mornign you heard loud noises coming from outside the house. Of course it was Simon, finishing off your new porch. It looked just like his, well with one exception, the bench he had built you was painted in a pastel pink colour, unlike his black one. "Simon, what are you doing?" He shrieked, looking up, ready to fight, then he saw you. "Oh, nothing." "Doesnt look like nothing to me." He shrugged as he packed up his tools. "Just returning your favours." "Thank you, Si." You had used a nickname, he liked that. "You're welcome." He simply said before leaving- again.

That night you sat on your new bench, smoking and drinking a glass of your favourite cherry wine. You looked to the side and there he was, Simon, sitting on his own bench, staring down at the floor. You approached him, bottle in one hand, cigarette in the other. "Ya know, up there is something much prettier." "huh?" He was totally lost in thought, so you decided to gently grab his chin and force him to look into the sky. "The stars, look at them." Simon did, for a while, then he looked at this beatiful womman who sat down beside him, it seemed so easy to her, like he wasnt a monster. "What are you still doing up?" "Oh I love beeing awake at night. Its so calm, no one else is around. You?" He considered lying, just saying "same" , but he felt comfortable around you, so he didnt lie. "Couldnt sleep, night terrors." "Sorry." You said silently. You were looking at him, and it felt like you really saw him, and you didnt run. You took a long drag of your cigarette before you handed it to him. He appreciated it, Simon was a smoker and you knew that damn well. You also drank from the bottle and handed it to him. Simon took a big sip and almost immediatly stared at you ith disgust in his eyes. "What the hell is this?" "Its cherry-wine." "Its shite." You shrugged. "I like it." Simon leane din slightly. "And I like you." You smiled. "I like you too." "Can I ask you a question?" "You already did." "Smart mouth" He took a drag of the ccigarette before giving it back to you. "Yes, ask me anything." "Do you... Are you..." "Spit it out, Si." "Areyousingle?" He asked, without pausing between the words. You couldnt help but giggle. "Yes, Si, I am single." "Good." "Why you asking?" Thats when he noticed the way you were dressed, you were only wearing an old shirt which barely covered your thighs. Your hair was in a messy ponytail and your mascara was smudged all over your undereyes. "Becuase.. i like you." "You said so already." "I really like you." "I really like you too." He shook his head. "You dont udnerstand. I want you, in everyy way a man can want a woman, I need you so badly it hurts me. Whenever I hear your soft knock on my damn door my heart jumps." "No Simon, you dont understand, I want you too, why cant you get that I want you?" "Becase I am terrible." "you arent to me." So you did the hard thing, the thing it took everything in your power to do- you kissed him. And he kissed you right back.

A few months later Simon moved out of his new house and into yours, now he spent his nights sitting next you, on your pink bench, and there was no need for cigarettes or wine anymore.

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The hat rule

another country!Simonxreader

There was a new coyboy in town, he was taall and strong and he lived right next to you. His farm was smaler than yours, less horses, less cattle and less of a house, but it was enough for him. You decidded to visit him, so you put on your nicest summer dress, baked a cherry pie and knocked on his door. The tall man opened the door, his hat, which he tilted in your direction beeing the first thing he noticed.

"Well hello there, little lady." His accent wasnt southern, it sounded british, that was a rare one here. "uhm, hey, I just wanted to introduce myself, I am your neighbour, you are new here, right?" "Yes, am Simon." "Right, of course how impolite, I'm Y/N." "Pleasure to meet ya." He didnt make any efforts to move aside or let you in, but you were a stubborn gal. So you simple handed him the cherry pie and brushed past him insed his house. Simon was baffled by this young woman who had simply entered his home- no his life. Because it didnt end with that one visit in which she poked holes inside him with her questions about his previous life-a soldier and how he had gotten to be a cowboy- it was his grandfathers profession. No, it didnt end with that long conversation which dragged on until the middle of the night. Soon she visited him weekly, always bringing him some baked goods or a home cooked meal. You would sit on his porch swing, which he only installed for your visits (of course he would never tell you that) and just talk and talk for hours. He secretly started looking foreward to your conversations, he even marked the days in his calender, calculating when týou would come next. It was easy, in a way you were just what he needed, someone to talk to him and to really listen. And so he decided to invite you to his rodeo. His first one. And you sat there, cheering him on, it wasnt hard for him when he knew that you were there for him. After Simon won, you stormed to him, hugging him. "You totally won, Si!" He smiled and akwardly wrapped his arms around you "Yes, I did." And then you did something- you took his head and placed it on your head. "Does it fit me?" You posed for him, but Simon only stood there, shocked. Then a man started whisteling at you. "Ey, Simons got a girl." You turned around, but he grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to face him. "Dont you know the rule?" "What rule?" "You grew up here, you should know." But you only stared at him. "Well, it says, wear the hat, ride the cowboy." "oh." "Yeah." You shrugged and gave him your cheekiest smile. "I suppouse I gotta ride you then." "You dont mean that." "i do" "Dont play with me darlin, because if you are serious, I will fuck that sassy right outta you." "Oh please do." He was searching for a hint of underiousness, of reluctancy, but there wasnt any of that, so he grabbed your hand and dragged you after him until you were in his bedroom.

to be continued...

[littlevenicebiatch]

The little things

In your relationship with Simon its the little things that matter, the things, the rituals the two of you have.

Its you wearing his dog tags whenever hes home, sometimes nothing else, he loves pulling them when they are around your neck

Its him secretly replacing your cacti when they die, and never telling you

Its you kissing his forehead when he sleeps in your arms, he always wiggles a bit closer to your neck when you do it

Its him blowing his smoke into your mouth when you are sitting in his lap, he never lets you smoke your own cigarette, but you may inhale his smoke

Its the way he can only sleep when he is in your arms or you are in his

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To be loved

Simon never really said the three magic words, he did eventually, when he asked to marry you, when he put the ring oon your finger and when he decided to quit his job to focus on your family. But long before he said it, he showed it. he showed it with the little things, and the big ones. He showed it in the way he would always buy your favourite flowers, no matter how often youd kill them. In the way he would cook for you, actually cook. He had to learn of course, but he did for you. In the way he never forgot a detail you told him, your sisters name? your favourite author? the reason why you hate the color green? He knew it all In the way he took care of you when you were sick, or healhy, he would always be there for you In the way he would read to you until you fell asleep on his chest In the way he would spend hours shopping with you, it might be boring to him, but he loved seeing you happy and spending all his money and in the way he would whisper "i love you" over and over again when you were asleep in his bed So Simon might not have immediatly said "I love you" back, but he showed just how much he did

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Save a horse, Part two

The walm to his farm wasnt long, especially becaus you spent it on Simons shoulder. From time to time he would pat your ass or squeeze your thighs. And when you finally arrived, he unlocked the door with one hand and carried you upstairs. Simon threw you on his bed. "Just so we are clear, this is to save the horses." "Right." You replied, then you pulled him in by his belt. "Oh this is a dangerous thing you are doing here."

"I like a little danger." You replied, then, before Simon could regret his desicion you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. Oh he was big and veiny. "This is gonna be fun." You whispered, then Simon gently pushed you onto the bed. "Oh yes it is, doll." Simon was quick qith his movements, quick and calculated as always, he removed your shirt and bra and immediatly his mouth was on your tit. "Fuckin perfect." He mumbled while sucking on your boob, leaving hickeys all over your chest. "God, been waitin for this." Then he kissed lower, on your stomach, you squirmed underneath him but he held onto your waist so you were steady. "mhm, ya feel that doll?" "Yeah, i feel it." Simon unbottoned your blue shorts, you werent wearing anything underneath, he sucked in a breath. "Oh fuck, you been thinking of this when you got dressed today?" "mhm" "Such a good little thing for me." He kissed your pussy and then Simon started sucking and licking and using his fingers as well. He kept speeding up as his tongue worked in circles around your clit. "fuck Si, I'm gonna..." "Yeah you are." He mummbled under his breath. And you did, you came, loudly. It was good, and so was your moan. "mhm, thats right doll." You sat up and wrapped your legs around him, then as if you were fighting, you swapped places with him, you were now on top of him. Simon lay there, his eyes widened. "Oh fuck." He whispered. Then you positioned yourself above him. "I'm on the pill." "Good." So you lowered yourself onto him. Simon groaned loudly as he entered you. "Ya feel so good." He reached up and cupped your beasts. "Come on, ride me, I wanna see those tits bounce." And you did, you moved your hips up and down and to the sides until simon was nothing but a moaning mess underneath you. And when he came it felt so good, so much like home, like your storm might actually calm down.

Of course it didnt end up being a one time thing, At first after the bar on friday you would go to hsi house, then it happened duing the week, then on the weekedns until you were practically living at his house. And then, after a long, hot night, he finally asked. "Would ya like to, ya know, marry me?" It wasnt necessarly romantic, but it felt right. On your wedding day you wore a beatiful nice dress, and cowboy boots. During the wedding night you wore nothing.

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Save a horse

cowboy!Simonxreader

After retiring from the military Simon did something no one would have expected, he settled down. He now owned a small farm in the country of Texas. He did most of the usual cowboy things, he had horses and bulls and every friday he went to the bar in town. It was his routine, and he loved his routine. Until it was interrupted, by a storm coming into his life.

You didnt seem liek it at first, you seemed shy and introverted as you walked inside the bar, wearing your little shorts and a top, looking around, trying so hard to fit in. Simon wasnt sure why, but he decided to help you find your place in this town. So he waved you over to his table, but as soon as you opened your mouth he realized his mistake. "Do you usually make gestures at women you want to impress?" You werent shy, you were wild, you simply didnt show it.

"uhm" "uhm" You mocked him, you, this young, attractive woman dared to mock him. "I was just.. you looked a little lost." "So you decided to act like you owned this place." "Yeah, it wasnt my best move, sorry." You shrugged. "You can make up for it by buying me a drink." And just like that you had entered your way in his life. From that moment on the two of you me tin the bar every friday, you talked and talked and talked. It was good for him, he rarely got out of his calm, nboring life. But with you it was different. you always had a new problem, a new piece of gossip from the salon you worked at or a new book you were reading. So he invited you to one of his competitions. And there you were, when he was trying to catch bulls and calves you watched him intently. "Si, you did so good." Oh god what you did to him. "Thanks, love." Then you did something unexpected, you leaned in and winked. "Ya know what they say about horses?" "What?" "I could save one." "How?" "By riding a cowboy." You were so casual it was enchanting. "Oh love, I am too old for ya." "No, you arent, you are the perfect age, expiereinced and I know you would know to treat me right." "That I would." "So?" He sighed. "Fine." And with that he took you, threw you over hsi shouder and carried you to his farm.

to be continued

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Kids and Candy, Part two

It was a few motnhs later and you were thriving. Moving in with Simon was the right thing to do, for you and for Emma. The guest room was more than enough space for you and your daughter. Simon wasnt there a lot, but when he was, he made sure you were taken care of. The fridge was always stoked, and so was the drawer with diapers and toys. Emma loved him, and you might too?

It was an odd thought, but you had grown to really like Simon, perhaps even to love him? It all started when Emma had brought home an illness from daycare. By the time she was healthy again, you were terribly sick. You had completely forgotten Simons return until he stood in your bedroom, holding Emma in his arms and looking at you with a mix of worry and caring. "Oh darlin, you frogot to take care of yourself again?" "mhm, just need to get dressed for work." But he stopped you in front of your closet. "No, doll. You arent going to the bar today, in fact you arent ever going back there, you need one job, one which treats ya right." "But I cant, I need the money to suppourt Emma and I." he shook his ehad slowly. "I am a rich man, I rarely spend my money, I can take care of ya if you let me."

He had brought this up before, many times, but until now you had always refused. Maybe it was the flu, or amybe the fact tat you were really struggling, but you only nodded. That night Simon tuccked you in. He made you soup and stayed with you until you were asleep, much longer actually, but he would never tell you that.

And since that moment your life had been easier in many ways, you didnt have to work and could focus on the things you loved, like cooking and refurnishing the appartment. but some things were harder, like talking to Simon or even being in his presence. It was just.. akward. So you decided to confront him. One evening, when Emma was already fast asleep and the two of you were sitting outside, drinking some red wine. "Simon?" "Yes, doll." God you loved how he called you doll. "Thank you, for everything." "Of course." "Can I.. ask you something?" "Anything." "Its not really a question, more like a statement, I should have told you sooner and I get if its weird, but ya know I need to tell you... and I" "Just tell me, doll." "I love you." You blurted out. And Simon was still staring at you. "Oh fuck, I love you so much, not because of money, no, because of you, because you get me and you are so understandable and funny and intelligent and.." "Am not good for you." "What?" "Doll, you know I care for you, but I am not a good man, I have killed, I have pulled countless triggers, my bloody hands dont deserve touching your innocent skin, I cant.." His voice broke. "I cant be the one you love, I am sorry, I just cant." You nodded, disappointed. "Well, thank you for telling me." You replied, then you left to your room, that night you cried yourself to sleep.

Dw, part three will follow

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Kids and Candy, Part one

reader is a single mom whose toddler is curious about Simon

Beeing Emma's mother was the best thing in the world, it was rewarding, her little hugs and smiles and giggles, but it wasnt all easy, at the moment you were hunting after her while she was running around the park. Well until she looked at you, behind her and crashed into a tall mans leg.

Emma was sat on the ground now, looking up at the man with a masked face. She looked at you and started crying loudly. "Oh godness, I am so sorry, she's just, she has a thing with masks, I dont know why, halloween is a nightmare." You kept rambling until the man simply looked at you, his piercing blue eyes never leaving you while he pulled off his mask.

"Oh, thank you, mr.." "Simon." "Well, thank you Simon, I am Y/N, and this is my daughter Emma." He shook your hand and gave you a small smile. "Pleasure to meet ya." You picked up your daughter, even though she had alread stopped crying and was now curiously looking at your new friend. "Well, Simon, sorry again, I think she is just looking for her father." You laughed at your own joke, but when you were met with a stern expression you stopped to explain. "He left as soon as the stripe turned pink." Simon now gave you a small smile again. "am sorry to hear that. Must be an idiot if he left a woman like you." "Like me?" "Beatiful, funny." He was quick with his reply. "Thank you, you are very kind for a stranger my daughter ran into." That seemed to be her cue, Emma started reaching out to Simon and babbling something in her own language. "You wanna hold her?" He seemed shy and nervous now. "ugh, sure?" "All right, just be careful, she can hold up her own head already." So you handed that stranger your daughter, and as the three of you took a stroll through the park for every day that week he noticed just how bad things were for you. You had to have two jobs to afford food, housing and daycare. Your daughter was cute and she seemed easy enough, but he wasnt naive enough to think it was no proble raising her on your own.

So Simon decided to offer you something, he just didnt know what, then you opened up more. "And now my landlord is kicking me out." "You can move in with me." He said, way too quickly, and too soon for someone you had just met. "I promise I am not weird, I am barely home anyways, ya knwo deployment and stuff. I have another bedroom and the house feels so empty anyways." You thought of it for a second, and then.. "That would be amazing, thank you."

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prostitute!reader x simon

i love your writing!!

thankss so much <3

[littlevenicebiatch]

Simons type...

if you have any prompts plss put them in my inbox

He loves a curvy girl, Simon is sso big you will look small beside him no matter your size, but he loves it when his partner is a bit chubby

he loves big tits, small ones too, but especially big ones

Simon actually likes a clingy partner, he needs someone who constantly reminds him that he is loved and cared for

lets be honest, he needs someone that is not totally vanilla inn bed, someone to be rough with, but also someone to cuddle with after

someone who comforts him, who listens and will hold him when he crys, which he does even if he doesnt seem like it

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can you maybe do a crybaby!reader with simon plsss

ofc, thanks for the suggestion, I hope you like it

It wasnt easy, being your spouse and you knew that, your ex had made sure you knew it. It wasnt that you were complicated, just too emotional, too loud, too much. You thougth you would never find someone to keep up with you and your feelings. But then you did, you found your special someone, an older man from the military. His name was Simon and he was the calm to your storm.

Simon was amazing, he knew what you needed before you even felt it. He always carried a snack for you, a cigarette just in case and a book you liked. But he wasnt always there. Right now for exmample your dear boyfriend was on a mission. And you were- well you were having a meltdown. It was so bad, that you didnt even notice when Simon entered your shared house. He had felt it before he reached the bedroom. So he hurried up to you. Simo sat down on the floor beside you and started rubbing your back. "Darlin, whats wrong?" "Si-mon" You hickupped, you only managed to move over enough to rest against his big body. "Come on, tell me love." "You hate me." You whispered between sobs. "What?" He asked, shocked. "You hate me becaus I feel too much. Becuase I always cry or jump aroud and.." But he shut you up with a soft, tender kiss. "Dont you say such things, princess. I love you, so much, all of you, with all the sadness and hapiness." You looked up through your wet lashes. "You do?" "Of course I do, god- woman, do I need to fuck that insecurity out of you? I love every little thing about you." He had convinced you, and that had instantly changed your mood. "Oh I love you too Si, I am so glad you are back." You moved, accidently pushing him onto his back on the floor as you messily kissed him.

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Fake?

Fake dating Simon

It started out as a joke, Simon needed someone to accompan him to the annual big dinner of the tf141, so who ekse would he go with if not his sweet new neighbour. He was the captain, he needed to be approachable, so she went as his girlfriend, then, two weeks later she needed a date for her cousins wedding to shile her from her relatives questions. And now? Now she needed someone again, she was going to her parents house for christmas and Simon had agreed to join her as her boyfriend.

"So, dont ask too many questions, dont talk politics and avoid sports." Simon nodded, he squeezed your hand gently. "Ya nervous, lass?" You nodded slowly. "Yeah, my parents are.. tricky." He hummed softly. "Dont worry, I willbe the best fake boyfriend y aever had." Before you could even knock, the door opened, and there stood your mother. "How lovely to see you." She shook Simons hand. "Even though I dotn quiet understand why you would date my daughter, a handsome young man like you with.. well her." Simon scoffed, but when you poked his side he only nodded.

A few mean comments later you were eating dinner while your father eyed the two of you. "Why dont ya ever kiss?" He asked curiously. You couldnt even respond, before Simon grasped your chin and leaned in to kiss you. After that things mostly went by smoothly, until you decied to have dessert. "Honey, dont you think you've eaten enough today?" Your mothers critical voice filled your brain. "Thats it." Simon stood up loudly. Your hand was still in his, which he was squeezing now. "You have been critisicing your daughter, my girlfrined the whole evening, her whole live actually, its no wonder she never visits, the two of you are horrible people." Your mouth flew open in shock. "Si? I think we should go." "Agreed." He pracitcally dragged you out of that house. The drive home was silent, except for a few gruffs on his part. Back at your appartment he was about to leave, but the he heard your sweet voice. "Si? Thank you, for everything, for pretending today and for standing up for me." "'s no big deal." "Yes, it is, it was a very brave and kind of stupid thing to do, but you did it for me, even though this isnt real."

Now he seemed angry... angry at you? "Whats the matter, si?" "The matter? Maybe the fact that you keep calling this fake." "Isnt it?" "My feelings for you arent." "huh" "God damn it, I love you, dont you realize that? I have loved you since we went to that stupid dinner together, when you talkaed about how much you love beeing a midwife, when you wore that satin red dress. Thats when I fell in love with you, and it hurts, it hurts to know I will never truly, really have you." Instead of answering you stepped closer and kissed him. "Oh but you do have me."

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Please someone put something in my inbox, I need inspiration

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Home

When Simon came home he was.. different. He was shut off, cold, distanced. Just like he was now. He had just entered your shared house, thrown his bags to the side and immediatly went to sit down, just there on the floor. He was quiet, so when you came downstairs ten minutes later to check on your cat and saw him you were surprised. "Oh Simon." You said in your sweet, soft voice. You sat down in front of him and started going through his tangled hair with your fingers. The two of you sat there for a few minutes in silence, it was like your ritual whenever he came back, he didnt talk, you didnt ask.

After a while you stood up and offered him your hand. "Come on big guy, lets get you cleaned up." He only gruffed lowly and followed you in response. You led him to the bathroom and drew him a war bath. not too warm, just the way Simon liked it. You undressed him, it wasnt sexual even though it was intimate. Then You guided him into the tub, you rolled up your sleeves and started scrubbing off all the dirt, but also the stress with a spongue. After you had washed off the soap you dried him off with a soft towel and put him in his pjamas. In bed Simon lay tightly on your chest, his head nuzzled into your neck. "I love you Simon." You assured him, as you did all the time, especially when he came back. Right before Simon fell asleep he whispered. "Love ya more, doll."

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okay, so imagine. two fish. but they were tf 141 men. and they go across the sea and into human territory to find soap, because he got stolen.

I'm hoping my bad ideas will give you good ideas.

okay, this sounds kinda fun, I'm gonna call it Blubblublub

It wasnt eas, beeing a fish. Life was boring, but dangerous. John Price, the eldest of the fish in the swarm was the one responsible, so when Soap, a frisky forelle git taken by anglers he was really mad with himself, so he had made a plan. He and one other of the swarm, Simon went to look for Soap.

The travel was long, they met nice, stoned turtles and greedy seaguls, but finally they arrived. From the sea they could see an aquarium in a chinese restaurant. "blub blub blublublu" John said, and the others agreed. So they did as he said. They let themselves be caught and transferred into the aquarium. Then they took Soap between them and went inside the pump. Soon all the fish were back in the ocean reunited. And they lived happily ever after.