#simon and theo

[theorist-fox]

Can I interest you in some silly sex with Simon? 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

18+

Word count: 1k.

CW: nothing really. Just silly sex. Just giggling sex. Just I-need-to-give-this-man-some-humanity sex. Simon is ticklish and you find out, that's the plot.

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You look delectable straddling his hips.

Naked and soft, plump tits sitting prettily in his hands. His thumbs swipe idly around your perked nipples as you ride him slowly, early morning sun peeking through the curtains and lapping at your skin. What a way to wake up, what a sight.

He stares at your lips and how they part for him—something he still has to get used to, though he probably never truly will. How dulcet does his name sound if it’s your voice whispering it, how beautiful your eyes when they take in his face.

Soft hands are pressed on his chest for leverage, and you’re treating him with a view he keeps pinned to the forefront of his brain—gliding your cunt until you’re chock-full of him, stroking yourself until you’re shivering.

He likes it when he’s on top, sure. He’s used to taking the lead and orchestrating every detail, in and out of the job. 

But when you allow him to sit back and take it? Hell, sign him up. He’d do it every day. Especially when it’s this lazy sex here, in which you’re canting your hips to cum before he does, giving him the blissful chance of feeling you clench around him when he's still hard. 

Goosebumps rise under your nails as they graze down his chest and brush his stomach. Your hands wander blindly on his belly, then his sides, as you clock his eyes with your heavy ones, panting softly, idly—my beautiful, beautiful girl.

But then you inadvertently brush his ribs, and he stiffens—even squirms, and your movements come to a halt.

You blink as conscience returns to you slowly, and the room sinks into tense silence. His cock twitches inside of you when you tilt your head inquisitively, squinting your eyes.

Experimentally, you brush your fingertips against his ribs again, and his biceps flatten to his sides, trapping your hands.

Your eyes widen, and his do the same.

“Don’t.”

You gasp, “Oh my God.”

“Darling, no.” He warns, but you’ve clearly made up your mind already.

Your lips are curled in a smile that promises mischief, and he can only give up, sit back, and count his losses.

“Darling, yes.”

Simon feels your fingers wiggle under the tight press of his arms, but no matter his strength, they're seemingly useless against that playful resolve you're displaying.

His cock is still embarrassingly hard inside you, and Simon reckons it won't soften any time soon. You don’t seem eager to get off him either, thus prolonging the torture with each tiny movement you make.

He inhales sharply and fights tooth and nail to school his expression into neutrality. His eyes are narrowed, and his jaw is locked tight. The only thing giving him away is the flush of his cheeks, getting pinker by the second because he refuses to open his mouth to breathe a much-needed lungful of air. Knowing that if he would, he'd bark a laugh that would proclaim you as the winner of this fight.

He would never.

You roll your hips, then—cheap trick. He unravels with a shaky breath, and his biceps give out enough for you to slip your hands away.

And then, he knows he's done for.

“Cut it out.” He barks, trying to sound stern and miserably failing. He knows because you're laughing even harder.

Your fingers feel like tiny bugs crawling up his sides, and they make his breath catch in his throat.

“Never.” You say, with a grin that scrunches your nose. A smile that would normally make his heart throb, but right now just makes him wish he were a lesser man so he could throttle you.

“Fuckin’-“

You chuckle.

You evil little cunt.

Resistance lasts a few more seconds before he bursts.

It’s not a full laugh that leaves him; more of a wheeze that makes you chortle like a wicked witch. His chest heaves as your fingers frantically tickle his sides. Tries to get you off him by shaking his hips, but that only makes the two of you falter and moan, and then chuckle and catch your breaths.

His shoulders shake in a breathless, choking laugh that pitches upward as you continue with your assault (yes, assault—he is not being dramatic), eyes veiled with tears of frustration and mirth. He shrieks when your hands travel under his armpits—the sound makes you giggle in a way that would have him melt. 

“That laugh’s lovely, baby.” You say with a smarmy grin he wishes he could wipe with a kiss, hands unrelenting against his sides. “Sound like a kettle whistling.”

He tries to glower and push you off, but you’re surprisingly strong when you’re focused. Right now, your only goal is to apparently make him hate you—he'd rather be held at gunpoint than being forced to hold in a laugh that makes his stomach hurt.

Simon now looks shockingly harmless, with his cheeks flushed bright red and his voice an octave too high—wouldn't look dangerous if he tried.

“Tea ready, yet?” You add, batting your lashes, because why not rub salt into the already embarrassing wound marring his pride.

It’s that unfathomably stupid joke that finally makes Simon crack. He barks out a laugh that bubbles up his throat, rippling through his stomach so suddenly that you bounce above him. Your own laugh follows soon after, because each time you manage to steal one from him, your heart vibrates with loving triumph.

But still—he is Simon Riley, isn’t he? Member of Task Force 141. Lieutenant in the UK Special Forces, SAS. The Ghost. There is some pride in there, one he'd like to keep intact.

He tries to recollect his breath, sniffling, and his arms shoot out to wrap around your waist. He rolls onto his side, taking you with him.

It’s then that you find yourself in a position of utter disadvantage, on your back with your big brute of a boyfriend holding you down. You’re wide-eyed and still smiling with barely contained giggles, and he’d be lying if he said it doesn't make his heart soar.

Sure, he’s panting, still proper flushed and apple-cheeked, with shivers wrecking his spine and unshed tears in his eyes—but he takes great pride in having won yet another fight (again, not overreacting at all, if you ask him).

He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.

You fix him with a look. “Simon, no.”

Before you can add more to your complaint, he rams his cock into you until your chest stutters, your lips mouthing around a shaky breath he drinks dry with a wet kiss.

He fucks you into the mattress, then—once, twice, until the remnants of laughter vanish from your face and you’re trembling in bliss, eyes rolled back under heavy eyelids.

He places a sloppy kiss down to your collarbone.

“Simon, yes.”

[nofingjustaninchident]

older men do it better

[thecollectibles]

Anchored - Mood paintings and Color Experiments by Julien Theo Simon

[ryrywrites]

Bridgerton P Links

(divider creds: @cafekitsune)

minors, do not interact. the links below contain porn and graphic nudity. you are responsible for your own media consumption, understanding that the links below contain porn and should not be opened in public. I will block minors who interact.

A/N: FINALLY! I know, I know. Where tf have I been? Where tf are the p links? I'm sorry, they're here. Hot and ready, come and get it.

𝑨𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏

❃ You give him the most leg-shaking cock sucking he's ever experienced

❃ The best way to distract Anthony from his work

❃ He shows his Viscountess no mercy after an argument

❃ A quickie in the carriage ride on the way to Aubrey Hall

𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏

❃ Colin came back from Greece very experienced and very pent up

❃ Colin has many hidden abilities, including his capabilities with his tongue

❃ He has no problem teasing you with sporadic thrusts and rough hands

❃ He wants to show you everything he learned during his travels in Greece

𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏

❃ Ben loves to viciously fuck your throat until you can't take anymore

❃ He's very experimental and loves to see how many holes you can take him in

❃ The way his balls slap against your clit pushes you over the edge every time

❃ Ben has allowed you to tease him all day, but the moment you're alone...

𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕

❃ you're a moaning, crying mess whenever Simon gets home from the country

❃ Simon can't get enough of your dirty words

❃ He takes deep strokes very seriously

❃ Working you up to him is his favorite form of foreplay

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝑰𝑰𝑰

❃ George loves watching your face dripping in your own saliva and his precum

❃ He is such a tit guy, it's ridiculous

❃ He makes you fall in love all over again whenever he fucks you like this

❃ He needs to make sure his Queen is well taken care of, full of his children

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆

❃ Theo loves to pump you full of his cum, loves to watch you squirm

❃ He can pick you up and use as his personal fuck toy

❃ Your first time with Theo was nice and slow until it wasn't

❃ He adores your nipples, specifically abusing their sensitivity

[erenfox]

when the plot twist is so gut-wrenching it has you staring at the wall like 👁️👄👁️

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Genly Ai/Therem Harth rem ir Estraven- The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

Shesheshen/Homily- Someone You Can Build a Nest In by John Wiswell

Simon Torquill/Patrick Lorden/Dianda Lorden- October Daye Series by Seanan McGuire

Theo Flowerday/Kit Fairfield- The Pairing by Casey McQuiston

[boggyblazingmood]

Bridgerton Endgame Love Interests (S1-S6)

Does Bridgerton only cast attractive people to be the Bridgerton spouses? Because DAYUUUUM!

Can't wait for Benophie, Theloise, and Franchaela to grace my screen!!!

[zoe-oneesama]

Sweeping up the rest of the extras. I really did every possible character in Season 1, even that one weird-hypnotist!

Main Cast Class Agreste Employees Adults 1 Grande Paris Friends and Employees Cesaires and KIDZ+

Ko-fi | Patreon

[bebemoon]

ribbons and bows for spring, requested by @en-theos .

cecilie bahnsen "ulani" puff-sleeve bow-detail matelassé dress in rosewater pink

jean paul gaultier x simone rocha floral spiral earrings, spring couture 2o24

sandy liang trailing pink hair bow

pink ribbon rings

shushu/tong pointed pumps w/ bow detail in blush pink

[neverscreens]

— FABBRICANTE DI LACRIME.

Part One, 361 Screencaps.

Part Two, 361 Screencaps.

Part Three, 361 Screencaps.

Like or reblog if it was useful, every interaction shows us that we should keep making screencaps for y'all ♡

[theorist-fox]

Simon "I have no clue how to show what I feel so I'll fuck you silly instead (he whispers it in your ear when he thinks you're too fucked out to care)" Riley

Kyle "You don't love me? Okay, give me one night and I'll change your mind (he does. easily charms you at dinner and makes you babble his name at night)" Garrick

John "Please, I'm on my knees, hen. One taste and I'll leave ye alone (he doesn't. you don't want him to)" MacTavish

John "You don't have to think 'bout anything, I'll handle it (he does. you don't know how you've managed to live without him until now)" Price

OR;

Simon "I know you deserve better, but I can't lose you too. Tell me what you need an' I'll give it to you (but he loses you anyway, because that's a promise he couldn't keep)" Riley

Kyle "I'd drop it all for you. All of it. Just say the word, love, and I'll leave all of it behind (but it was a lie, because he swore loyalty to his captain first)" Garrick

John "As soon as I come back, 'm gonna marry ye (but he doesn't come back)" MacTavish

John "I'm sorry, but work comes first—you knew that from the very beginning (you did, but hope burned brighter, back then)" Price

[nuge]

teammates rallying beside him before walking off the field in solidarity against the racist chants from the crowd

mike maignan | AC MILAN v. UDINESE | 01.20.2024

[boasamishipper]

tarzan and pom standing next to each other.....my degas/paris agenda grows more powerful by the day

[frederikvesti]

theo pourchaire joining forces with simon pagenaud to get back into indycar was not on my bingo card

[fangisms]

bf who isn’t afraid of anything, gf who scares him a little bit

[star-lights-up]

my English teacher was out today and left us a two paged creative writing assignment, which for me means I will be writing/stressing out about a ten paged short story for the next three days.

in retaliation, I’m making it a fanfic (turning it in with different names don’t worry I’m a pro at misleading).

so, uh, get reading for a detective!erik/teacher and forensics linguistics expert!charles, dadneto, all the x mansion kids helping to solve crime, possibly part chat fic Cherik fanfic this Thursday????