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HAH I FOUND YOU, now we can be feral together >:D

🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️.

Welcome to the mess of my tumblr marbs.

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Simon and his habit of fucking you to sleep.

(Hear me out)

It was honestly accidental the first time, he’d gotten back from a deployment and whilst he was desperate to feel you…to be close to you and re-familiarise himself with the heat of your cunt…

He was also tired. Cant blame the man…

So the first time it happened, it was an accident. The slow, steady rock of his hips whilst his built frame was completely covering you was honestly enough to have you both nod off. His thick cock nestled in your cunt until you’d both woken up that morning…

And then after that…it happened a little too often.

He’d come back, strip off his gear and join you in bed. Getting settled behind you as his arms would wrap around your waist. Tugging you back into him with a tired and low hum of affection.

He’d lift your leg, just enough to slip into your cunt…he’d let out this sigh, almost relieved once the hot wet walls of your cunt wrap around him.

“Fuck…missed you.”

A calloused hand would grip your hip, keeping you completely pressed back into him as he’d slowly roll his hips back and forth. Gentle in the movement.

It’s that slow rhythm that would end up lulling you both to sleep, his arms wrapped around you, head in the crook of your neck.

But he’d always make up for it in the mornings.

It was also how he’d wake you up, his cock sinking in and out of your cunt gently at first…but when you let out that familiar moan as you start to wake up…he’ll move a little rougher. Holding your leg up properly so he can reach that sweet spot like always.

“S’good f’me…fuck…”

Neither of you would leave the bed until he’s made you cum at least two or three times to make up for it. But no matter what he’d be cleaning you up with his tongue each time.

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Munch! Simon.

It’s not something he exactly hides.

Whether it’s passing little comments, or simply the way he could spend hours devouring your cunt.

Simon has never hidden the fact that he enjoys eating you out, almost to a sadistic level.

He was gentle at first, learning your body.

But eventually, he simply couldn’t get enough.

Not when you look so pretty riding his tongue, not when you taste so good that he can’t even help but moan against your slick cunt with every pass of his tongue.

Which was what led you to the first bout of overstimulation.

He’d been down there for nearly 10 minutes already, gentle, loving. Exploring your cunt like he’d never tasted it before.

And when you came, he kept going.

“Mm, sweet girl. Gimme more.”

His tongue would find your clit, lightly flicking over it again and again earning that addicting choked sound out of you that had him gripping your thighs a little tighter.

And when your second orgasm came, he groaned into your cunt. Lapping it up like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

“Another…c’mon baby…let me give you more.”

He’d let his tongue trail down, sinking into your clenching hole only to bring it back up to your overstimulated clit. Moaning when you bucked from the sensation.

“You can take it…I know you can…so good for me.”

Over and over, his tongue would flick your clit, briefly sucking on it which only served to make his eyes roll back downright pathetically when you pull his hair a little too tight. His hand trailing down, two thick digits breaching your sensitive hole and curling into that sweet spot that had you squirting before you could even realise.

His head would pop up, eyes as dark as the damp mud outside…that shit eating smirk on his face as he curled his fingers into that spot over and over. Release gushing out of you until you physically couldn’t take it.

“Alright…alright sweet girl…s’okay…I got ya.”

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@whore4romance this was the one I meant to tag you in 😭

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Bet, gimme an hour.

😣 first time doing an anon ask, can you maybe possibly do like an oral (f receiving) thingy with simon where he won’t stop til you literally cannot take it anymore

on your own time of course

if you wanna 🌝

This!

Simon and his love for overstimulating his sweet girl.

He can’t fathom the idea of not making you feel so incredibly good that you can’t move afterwards.

He prides himself on being good, on knowing what makes his little love lose her mind in the best ways.

So when he goes down on you? It’s a long process.

Making you cum once is an easy achievement, he doesn’t stop though. Not when you taste so damn good that he can’t help but groan into your cunt and firmly grip your hips to keep you in place whilst his tongue flicks over your abused clit for what felt like the 100th time.

“Gimme another one…c’mon…i know you can…please”

He’s pussy whipped and he knows it, he’d die between your legs happily. Eating you out like a starved animal over and over until your desperately pushing at his head to get him to stop. Tears of overstimulation pricking the corners of your eyes is when he finally lets up, showering gentle kisses across your thighs.

“Always so good for me…my sweet girl…did so well.”

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😣 first time doing an anon ask, can you maybe possibly do like an oral (f receiving) thingy with simon where he won’t stop til you literally cannot take it anymore

on your own time of course

if you wanna 🌝

This!

Simon and his love for overstimulating his sweet girl.

He can’t fathom the idea of not making you feel so incredibly good that you can’t move afterwards.

He prides himself on being good, on knowing what makes his little love lose her mind in the best ways.

So when he goes down on you? It’s a long process.

Making you cum once is an easy achievement, he doesn’t stop though. Not when you taste so damn good that he can’t help but groan into your cunt and firmly grip your hips to keep you in place whilst his tongue flicks over your abused clit for what felt like the 100th time.

“Gimme another one…c’mon…i know you can…please”

He’s pussy whipped and he knows it, he’d die between your legs happily. Eating you out like a starved animal over and over until your desperately pushing at his head to get him to stop. Tears of overstimulation pricking the corners of your eyes is when he finally lets up, showering gentle kisses across your thighs.

“Always so good for me…my sweet girl…did so well.”

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Wearing Simon’s clothes.

At first, this minor detail of your relationship was something he found deeply endearing. The aspect of wearing random articles of his clothing and the reason for it not lost on him.

He understood that in a way it was a sort of coping mechanism for when he wasn’t around, when you didn’t have access to the scent of him or the feel of him.

And each time he saw it, he fell deeper and deeper in love over it.

But when he had returned from a deployment, a long gruelling one that had taken him away from his little love for a fair while.

What he didn’t expect to find, was you leaving the bedroom with one of his spare balaclavas on.

Now, Simon would never say he was a possessive man. Protective of what was his? Yes. But the sight of you, sporting something so undeniably him. So connected to major aspects of his life…even his career.

It scratches an itch, one he didn’t even quite realise was there. Dropping his bags to the floor, he stepped over to you and tugged the material up until your mouth was exposed to him.

“Mine. My fuckin’ girl…my sweet girl.”

You wouldn’t have the time to answer before he was already stealing a kiss so heated it only further escalated the heat building in him. Guiding you back into the bedroom.

He’d take his time with you, not that he doesn’t do that regularly, but this was different.

Needier, a hint of possessiveness to every touch. Every mark left on your skin.

He would sink to his knees, moaning into your cunt just at the taste of you he’d missed so much. Lapping at your clit with a practiced familiarity that would have you arching from the sheets just to get closer to his mouth.

“C’mon…ride my face, y’know how to do it…please”

He’s almost drunk off of it, seeing your eyes staring down at him from the gap in the material. Devouring your cunt like he’d never come up for air.

It’s only after he’d made you cum twice with his tongue that he’d sink his cock into your drenched cunt. One work worn hand gripping your jaw just so he can keep staring at you, rolling his hips in slow deep strokes, letting you feel every inch that stretches you open over and over.

“My pretty girl.”

He wouldn’t change his pace, not even when he could feel the ache of release that claws at him. Too engrossed in seeing every slight change in your gaze when he hits just the right spot.

He’d drag it out, determined to make you cum as much as he could before he’d pump you full, keeping himself buried in your sweet cunt as his lips would meet yours in a slower kiss.

“Maybe I should get you your own one, so y’stop stealin’ mine.”

Though he knew he wouldn’t ever do it, not when you look so pretty wearing his things.

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hope you feel better soon and recover quickly!! take all the time you need, we’ll be here when you get back 🩵🩵

I’m back! Lots of sick time and lots of antibiotics later!

I’m still a little out of it but I’m much better than I was, thank you lovie 🩷🩷

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you appeared on my dash after i never consumed cod stuff and it was the prone vining thing. i feel like someting happened

cod… mmmm fish

HAHAHAHAHA

I love this

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Simon and the efficiency of his hands.

Whether it be speed reloading or simply taking apart a weapon and rebuilding it, Simon has always been good with his hands.

He’s a meticulous man, things need to be done correctly and done well.

That mindset also applies to his pretty baby too.

When your relationship took that first step towards intimacy, he would be so worried about making sure you felt good that he would spend so much time simply…learning.

He’d had you sit on his lap, your back to his chest.

He’d be slow about it at first, simply dragging work worn fingers along your skin, letting goosebumps follow every gentle touch.

“Tell me what feels good for you, love.”

A low murmur of words, filled with the love and respect he had no issue showing you.

He would let one hand softly press around your throat, holding you back against him, keeping you close as his wandering hand would slip between your thighs.

He’s meticulous, he pays attention to every minor detail. Sliding the pad of his finger over your clit with just enough pressure to make you gasp at the stimulation.

“Like that? Yeah? That feel good love?”

Gathering the oozing arousal that seeps from your desperate hole, he’d let out this low sound, similar to a proud ‘coo’ of sorts. Slowly inching two fingers within your cunt, humming at the way you clench instinctively around the intrusion.

“Relax baby, s’just me.”

It doesn’t take him long to figure you out, what makes you tick, what makes you let out that sweet sound of pleasure that scratches a needy itch in his brain.

Curling his fingers in a repetitive motion, over and over until you’re squirming restlessly in his lap. Aching to cum.

“Oh I know, I know. Give it t’me love. Let me feel you make a mess. Show me how good it feels.”

The words alone would be enough to send you right to the edge if it weren’t for the fact they were so sinfully paired with such deliberate motions. Unable to let yourself do anything but follow the needy command of his voice. Orgasm washing over you so blissfully.

“Did so good, love. Can y’give me one more?”

It’s going to be a long night.

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omg I hope your recovery is steadfast!!! do not worry about writing or updates, infections are no fucking joke!! please rest and focus on your health! I’ll be thinking about you! <3

Thank you! Much love to you 🩷🩷

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Hi guys! K here!

I’m just putting a little update out there!

I may not be writing for a little bit, I was in the hospital last night and I’m going to be recovering from a very nasty infection for a little while.

I’ve got a few new things ready for when I’m feelin’ better but for now I’m going to be resting.

I would love if ya’ll could send me some of your wildest hear me outs, gimme something to think on whilst I lay here bored outta my mind.

I’ll love ya and leave ya!

-K

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you. your writing is magnificent.

please be my moot💐💍

Ofc ofc ✋🏼💍✊🏼

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you really said simon x fidget spinner!reader and i love you for it

Help 😭✋🏼

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Clawing at the walls thinking about car sex with Simon. He'd be extra feral and gross nasty and I know his dirty talk would be so damn raunchy ugh uhdhsndnfndn

OKAY OKAY LISTEN.

Simon isn’t usually one for car sex, it’s stuffy, it’s small and he can’t exactly do everything he normally would in a car.

But on the odd occasion that he really needs to feel you and isn’t patient enough to wait until you both get home….

He’ll pull the car over into somewhere a bit more secluded, his chest would heave slightly like his own desperation was making it hard to breathe.

“Get the fuck over here love.”

His hand would be tugging you over the center console, sitting you right in his lap before letting his hands wander over your body like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you.

“God I need to fuckin fill this pretty cunt, y’gon let me? Yeah?”

His mouth would end up everywhere it can reach, your neck, your collarbone, your jaw.

He doesn’t even find the patience to rid you both of your clothes properly, instead he’d have you rest your back against the dashboard…bend your knees slightly and tug your pants down enough just to access your drooling cunt.

He’s not gentle, not loving, not sweet.

He’d have a desperate hold of your thighs and would be ruthlessly fucking up into you.

“God….fuck missed you…missed the way you fuckin’ feel.”

He’d end up tugging your pants down a little further just to give himself the sight of his cock filling you over and over. Groaning in such a feral manner that it almost vibrates out of him.

He doesn’t care if he’s sweating all over his damn car seat, doesn’t care that the glass is fogging up and you’re so loud that even someone passing by would be able to tell what’s going on.

“Look at ya…fuckin’ hell…take it…”

It’s that almost obscene squelch that rings out every time his cock buries tight into you that had him losing his damn mind…

But when he’s close, that familiar tone would fall from his lips.

“Oh fuck please….shit…m’gon cum…yeah…fuck…oh take it…be good…be good and take it…fuck…”

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This might be a wild one.

But hear me out okay.

Simon has his hand somewhere intimate at all times whenever it’s the two of you together.

NOW okay stay with me…

At first, it was somewhat innocent. You’d both be watching a movie on the sofa, he’d deliberately have you lie across him just so his hand can rest on your ass. Casual couple things y’know.

But as your relationship progresses and he’s very used to being able to touch his pretty girl whenever possible…he tends to stray to more intimate places.

There would be one time, you’d be standing in the kitchen, cooking dinner for him on the rare occasion he gets to have a home cooked meal for once. And he’d stand behind you, humming some dumb song that’s been stuck in his head for days. But his hands will be on your tits.

Now, there’s nothing sexual about it really. He just likes holding them. Likes touching you. He’d probably give the occasional squish now and again because let’s face it he’s a man and they’d all do it.

But the only time his need to be touching you would turn sexual, is by complete accident.

(Hear me the fuck out okay?)

So you’d both be lying in bed, you’d be scrolling through your phone as he’s reading beside you (he reads, it’s obvious).

But his hand, would be down whatever pants or shorts you’re wearing for bed, underneath your underwear if you are wearing any at the time…and his hand would simply be resting on your cunt.

Like I said, it wouldn’t be sexual at first and it was an accident this time around.

Because this man can’t sit still at home, it’s too quiet…too calm…he needs something to do.

So what does he do? Play with your cunt.

The pad of his middle finger would idly rub up and down over your clit, not even trying to put any effort in all whilst he focuses on reading. Even if you’re there slightly squirming from the pleasure that the rhythmic motion of his finger creates, he wouldn’t really notice straight away.

He’d circle it a few times, all the while you’re trying to keep quiet as to not disturb him. Having to hold in every moan or soft sound your body aches to let out.

And for the most part, he seems completely focused. Even when his finger would slide down and gather every drop leaking out of you and bring it back to your clit just for more stimulation.

It’s only when you’re close to cumming from the lazy but constant stimulation that he’ll lean down slightly just to whisper in your ear.

“C’mon…give it to me love…please…”

He knows.

He always knows.

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Ok but writers are now having to protect their works from people who actually do use C.AI for full fanfics. That thing shouldn't be used and supported at all. C.AI, chatgbt, it's all stealing from actual, real creators. Probably even you.

See I wasn’t aware of this, nor was I made aware of it.

Instead I just got a load of hate in response to something I knew nothing about which is not fair at all.

I haven’t posted anything C.ai related in months, nor do I plan to and if it bothers people so badly I will remove it from my page. The only reason I said anything was because of the vile attitude I was given for something I wasn’t educated on.

To edit this, I’ve taken off everything C.ai related and will no longer be posting anything related to it on my page.

I just wish people wouldn’t be horrible instead of just telling me things. Thank you for telling me 🙂‍↕️

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Reuniting with Simon after a long mission.

It was a rough one, you’d be able to tell the moment his sluggish form stepped into the apartment.

The thud of his boots almost dragging against the floor was sign enough that he was drained, worn out even.

You’d greet him, the usual hug and quick kiss that whilst one would satisfy him…did very little for him in that moment.

He missed you.

Achingly, desperately. Yearning for the touch and affection of the woman who so easily owned his heart.

It would take little effort, he’d lift you up, carrying you over to the sofa before plopping down on it with a familiar grunt. Having you perched in his lap.

“Kisses, lovie.”

The words would escape him in a groggier tone than normal, and for a moment…they’d sound almost vulnerable.

Not one to deny your man the privilege of your affection, you’d press your lips to his. A kiss so gentle it borderline frustrated him.

He’d deepen it, simply relishing in the taste of you after so long without it. He would try to ignore the way his cock would twitch and throb to life beneath you. Not wanting to sour his innocent moment with you.

But with each kiss, a desperation clawed at him. His breath would grow ragged, soft little puffs into your mouth. Yet the moment he’d feel your tongue slide against his own, the aching throb in his cock grew too much.

“Please…I know m’tired…but I just…need to feel you love…please…”

It would croak out of him, seeping into the kiss in such a pathetic whisper of desperation that you simply couldn’t help but indulge.

Taking the time to help him strip, counting the new bruises and odd healing cuts, making sure to show love to each one…you’d be met with a sight so pitiful it would be embarrassing if it didn’t further solidify how deeply wanted you were by him.

The picture perfect sight of need…his boxers, that tightly strained with the weight of his cock pressing through the fabric, had the darkest patch of wet fabric right where his tip dug into it. A stark realisation that the man missed you enough for kissing to be enough to have him leaking beneath you.

“Love…quit starin’.”

It would be enough to motivate you to shred off the last bit of offending fabric, only to have yours follow shortly after.

And the moment he buried into your cunt, Simon relaxed, as if he could finally feel like he was home again. As close to you as possible.