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[yawnderu]

your post about people mischaracterizing call of duty chars is kinda giving misogyny. i don't support noncon but seriously you act like men being mischaracterized in comfort fics is some kind of hate crime. they're fictional characters that spread military propaganda and kill people.

the fictional man is not oppressed bro. it rubs me the wrong way how many of u focus on berating female fanfic writers. focus on the fact that nearly every female character since the beginning of time (especially underaged ones) has been sexualized by men to the point of having their personality erased, features changed, actors harassed. especially female characters with strict storylines of trauma and family issues and mental health right in the source material. you have to read wikis and shit to even find out about ghost's trauma (besides the grief) and there are fics posted every day of trauma comfort, accurate portrayals of his ptsd, cute 141 friendships etc. can you name a single time a woman has been written with that much care by a straight cis male fanfic writer? i can't. i promise a "tiktok girl" mischaracterizing ghost isn't the end of the world.

don't even say "they're both bad" as a copout or mention how ghost has ptsd or something and would never mistreat a woman. like bro, i agree, but the people writing noncon of him are 99% of the time REAL women who are also sa victims, likely to a man. which btw, ptsd never stopped men from being the majority of sa perpetrators, but that's beside the point.

yes it's inaccurate when sum1 writes konig like a baby or ghost as a sex god. yes, some tropes r problematic. but let's not act like our "accurate" writing is realistic. in a group of men like the task force (especially knowing how military men are) i highly doubt even half of them would be respectful, open to love, loyal, good politics, etc. yet we all write them like husband material. because it's cope for the real world.

throwing real women's coping mechanisms under the bus in favor of fictional men will always be weird, sorry.

>The effort it takes to do the mental gymnastics of seeing anything in my posts from when I first made this account where female writers are NEVER mentioned is so weird. Some of my most popular works are noncon, and as a victim of rape and CSA/SA who has changed her views on writing that type of content and most of the stuff in those posts, I sort of get what you mean, despite the weird rant in anon.

Please remember that anything you read in here are just words baby, they shouldn't disrupt your soul this much. 😭😭😭

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What monsters do you think K-9, Stray, and Eden would be?

You had me thinking hard about this BWKDJEKEJ

K-9 would be a Sphinx, like the one from Dragon's Dogma 2. Something big and terrifying, uncanny from the moment you see her giant face, to the sheer horror at seeing the rest of her body.

Stray would be... something similar to Frankenstein's monster. She has seen and been close to death way before she even joined the military, back when she was just a preteen and quite honestly, most of her early teenage years were spent in dangerous situations with dodgy people.

Eden, well... isn't she kind of a horror herself? Despite the comical way she's portrayed, she's an expensive piece of artificial intelligence able to replicate human emotion to the point that if she ever got a physical body, it'd be impossible to even know she's an AI unless she herself tells you.

Having access to government databases, able to process millions of data within seconds, being successfully programmed to detect heartbeat and heat with just a quick scan, isn't it a bit scary to think how wrong things could go if she becomes sentient, or if her multiple firewalls are somehow bypassed by enemies? X_X

[yawnderu]

bimbo!reader has a girl cat that's absolutely in love with Simon.

“‘S your mama bein' mean to you?” He coos to the big white cat laid on his stomach, getting a few loud purrs in return as his hand runs up and down her fur.

“I'm just trying to put her collar on, Si.” You whine, attempting to grab the cat only for her to cuddle closer to Simon, kneading his chest. He gave you a small smile, leaning down to plant kisses all over her head.

“Gimme the collar, angel.” He reaches out for it and examines it for a few seconds, amusement dancing in his brown eyes. It's pink, decorated by strawberry charms over the length of it and a big, darker pink bow at the end. It absolutely looks like something you'd enjoy— like something Ms. Whiskers would enjoy.

He plants a kiss on your nose before putting the collar on the cat with ease, the birman putting no resistance at all. She was such an obedient girl before meeting Simon, yet just like you, she's been getting spoiled well. She meows as you pet her, pretty acrylics that he paid for running up and down her fur, making her purr louder on his chest.

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[yawnderu]

>Silly sex with Simon Riley. 💗

“Fuck, love...” Simon's needy voice hits your ear, calloused hands roaming up and down your body as if his life depends on it, leaving a track of fire that burns from within.

“Don't call me love, mate.” His thrusts falter for a second, letting out a small chuckle before he starts moving again, his meaty cock slipping in and out of your needy cunt. Simon's grip tightens on your body, not leaving a single inch of skin untouched.

“Don't call me mate. Feels like I'm shaggin' one of the lads.” Your little giggles hit like music to his ears, even when they're interrupted by moaning the moment his tip slams against your cervix, letting you feel every single inch of his veiny dick.

“Bet you'd like that, wanker.” Your playful insults do nothing but act as fuel for Simon, the little amused smirk he shoots you as he starts to thrust deeper into you, the sound of his muscular thighs slapping against your ass ring around the room, only adding to the atmosphere you both set minutes ago.

“'S much better than wanking.” His face only seeks deeper shelter into the crook of your neck the moment you try to push him away and call him gross while giggling, allowing his burly arms to wrap around your waist only to bring your warm body closer to his, open-mouthed kisses planted all over your neck despite the chuckles escaping his lips.

“What kind o' mints do soldiers use?” Simon couldn't let the quiet gasps take over— not when he had you underneath him, looking prettier than ever, eyes glossy from laughing and the most lovely smile he's ever seen.

“What?” You ask after a few seconds, getting lost in the way Simon looks straight out of a porno— a thin layer of sweat covering his pale skin, muscles bulging out of his skin with the strain from thrusting into your sopping pussy, his face slightly scrunched up the moment your walls tighten around him.

“Tac-tics.” You try to hold in your laugh— truly, you do, yet the cheeky grin Simon gives you is enough to make your resolve falter, giggles mixing in with the moaning at the feeling of his thick cock throbbing inside you, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks just to bring him in closer, keeping eye contact even as his eyes crinkle, deep chuckles escaping his lips despite himself.

Simon's lips crash against yours last second, part of him not wanting you to hear just how good you're making him feel, your warm walls wrapping around him like vice, making him thrust deeper and harder into you, shooting ropes of cum right into your cunt way earlier than he would've liked, yet the feeling of your wet tongue sloppily wrapping around his is enough to make him forget about any worries.

[yawnderu]

No thoughts head empty, just bimbo!reader and Simon, who absolutely adores her. Something about a sheltered girl who has never even been close to seeing the horrors of war like he has is very refreshing to write about, not to mention how nice it must be for Simon to have a partner who, despite being kinda dim-witted, adores him just as much.

Simon's expectations of her aren't anything huge— simply for her to stay loyal and love him, and he'll take care of the rest. The pair is odd, bimbo!reader having a hyper-feminine style with lots of pink, while Simon is way more chill and always sticks to dark clothes, yet they both work out perfectly fine.

Simon ''my girl can wear whatever tf she wants, I can fight'' Riley absolutely adores seeing his girlfriend in short dresses and miniskirts and takes her shopping often whenever he's back from deployments. His favorite thing is seeing your smile when you find clothes you love, and he even helps you find things that he knows for a fact you'll like.

This man has your size for clothes and shoes memorized, one quick look in your closet when you're bathing and he's already learning and writing down on his notes the brands that you like so he can go shopping later.

He keeps his job a secret for you, not denying any guesses that you make no matter how far-fetched they are. What the fuck is a cosplayer? Sure, he's that. The smell of gunpowder that clings to him no matter how often he showers is simply a weird cologne, yeah.

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[yawnderu]

this is so silly but imagine ghost making love to fem reader and her randomly getting the hiccups- at the first hiccup he'd ask if she was okay and right has she answers yes she hiccups again and he just start giggling because he thinks its cute and silly

“Y'okay?” Simon tries his best not to laugh at the high-pitched noise leaving your lips every few seconds, pressing his lips into a thin line as you nod your head... only for another hiccup to escape.

Simon's hips halt, brown eyes staring deep into yours before he presses gentle kisses all over your skin, not minding the thin layer of sweat covering it— not when he's the one who caused it. Your little giggles make the moment even more tender, basking in the intimacy that comes from making love to you.

His forehead presses against yours, allowing you a much better look at his dilated pupils, gaze full of passion and vulnerability— only to accidentally crash your forehead against his the moment a much louder and high-pitched hiccup causes your body to move. Your hands immediately cup his cheek, wide eyes full of panic as you check for any marks on his pale skin.

“Simon! I'm so sor—” You don't even get the chance to apologize properly before Simon's eyes crinkle, his features much more relaxed than what you've ever seen, the corners of his chapped lips tilting up into a smile as he lets out a laugh, unable to hold himself back despite the hit he just took to the forehead.

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>Simon's reaction to bimbo!reader taking the lead and making him cum.<3

“Fuck.” Simon's lips are desperate as he pulls you closer, latching onto your nipple while fucking into you. His thick cock slips in and out of your sopping cunt at a fast pace, his low groans mixing in with the sound of his meaty thighs slapping against your ass.

His control slips further as he feels the relentless stimulation, your cunt tightening up around him when he sucks your nipple harder, his tongue circling around the pretty jewelry from your piercing. His hands are holding onto your ass, kneading the fat as he guides you to ride him.

“Pretty fuckin' girl.” His voice is strained, finally letting go of your nipples and resting his head back on the pillow, brown eyes becoming half-lidded as he struggles to keep them open, gaze switching from your tits bouncing, to your pretty, sweaty face.

His hips buck forward, driving his cock deeper into your cunt as his groans grow louder, his lips turning into a thin line as he tries to keep quiet. It's too fucking embarrassing for you to hear him moan.

Simon's body tenses as you get on the soles of your feet with his cock still inside you, your hands resting on his strong chest for support as you start riding him, impaling yourself down on his meaty cock.

“Lemme hear you, baby.” You moan out, soft hand going up to hold his jaw softly, enough to make his lips part. His body betrays him, deep moans finally escaping his lips as a response to you sinking down on his cock, feeling you ride him faster and faster.

His moans grow louder, his own primal desires taking over. He can feel himself nearing the edge, cock throbbing in your tight cunt as his body responds to you.

He starts to lazily buck his hips into you, meeting your thrusts halfway, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down before a needier moan leaves his lips, holding your hips down as he spills his cum into you, holding you close and letting you ride out your own orgasm on his sensitive cock.

He pulls you close, one hand running up and down your back while the other one holds the back of your head, pulling your face closer to his chest. His breaths are ragged as he manages to plant a soft kiss on the top of your head, recovering from the intense orgasm.

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[yawnderu]

hello!! big fan of bimbo!reader and simon, i love them so much. i imagine them having a gym they go to together and while simon is doing his workout, getting hella into it, he looks over and bimbo!reader is always just kind of playing on her phone while sitting at a machine legs swinging. or we just follow ghost around so we can stare at his big sweaty muscles for the whole hour. bimbo!reader def makes going to the gym an experience, has to wear a cute lil outfit with her matching water bottle, etc. i’m at the gym writing this 🥲🥲

HII lovely!! thank you so so much<333 answering this along with your other ask!! omg with my last ask, i feel like simon enjoys watching bimbo reader get hot on at the gym. when she turns down goes, she points over to her big buff bf 🥰🥰

The princess treatment applies everywhere. Simon racks and unracks the weights for you, sometimes even adding his own to complete sets after you.

It never fails to amuse him how you can casually do his PR on leg extensions, perfectly manicured nails holding your phone, the strawberry charm he bought you dangling from it.

He doesn't fail to notice how you keep staring at him when you think he's too focused on his workout, muscles bulging out from his tight, black compression shirt every time he lifts the heavy weights. He sometimes gives you a side eye, a small smirk pulling on the corners of his lips at the fact that you're staring so hard.

He's not bothered by it, it's actually quite the opposite— he feels proud of working so hard, keeping his body strong to protect you, and he knows you'll be praising his muscles once you're both back home. He's already aching to feel your long acrylics run down his skin gently, squeezing at the muscle.

Pretty little thing like you, wearing a lovely pink outfit matching with your water bottle. He can't stop himself from staring as you warm up, looking at the way your shorts hug your curves, sports bra exposing most of your back now that the pump cover has been discarded. He watches with amusement as a guy comes up to you, trying to strike conversation.

“Hey, beautiful.” Your face scrunches up before turning around, trying your best to give him a small smile and not look disgusted at the idea of anyone other than your Simon flirting with you.

“Taken.” You point towards Simon, your face lighting up as he makes eye contact with you before turning to stare at the guy, raising an eyebrow. He doesn't even have to make himself more brooding— his size itself is enough for the other guy to simply turn away without saying a word, going to another corner of the gym to finish his workout.

Simon's brown eyes are fully focused on you as you walk to him, standing on your tip toes to give his cheek a soft kiss.

“I'll spot for you, Si.” He doesn't need a spot, yet having you watching him has always made him reach a new PR each time. Anything to impress his angel.

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[yawnderu]

Milf Reader X Simon is good

But HIGH MILITARY RANK MILF READER X Simon is devastating

High military rank milf reader save me.....

In general, I think Simon would absolutely adore an older woman, but pair that up with someone who has her shit together and has more power than him?

Simon would be head over heels the first time he saw you in your formal uniform after months of working together. It wasn't anything special, simply a fitted pair of pants and an expensive blazer decorated with the colorful chest candy you've earned throughout the years, a new addition from your latest mission together.

God, I can't stop thinking about how much he'd stare when he sees you carrying your daughter, spunky little thing who definitely got her personality from you. She's not shy to point out to the man staring at you, making you look at Simon with a raised eyebrow before you introduce both of them, leaving them alone the moment you get an emergency call.

Poor Simon would be interrogated by a tiny 10 year-old about who he is and his relationship with you, looking at him with pure doubt before he wins her over by telling her some of his awful jokes that kids always seem to love.

Sweet angel would be his wingwoman without him even knowing. She just wants to see her mum happy again, and the man with the skull mask is funny and nice to both of you :((

[yawnderu]

this popped into my head - can't stop thinking about it.

our lovely bimbo wearing those viral tiktok sweatpants? The "i <3 my boyfriend" and proudly flaunting them about?

>bimbo!reader would ABSOLUTELY wear those sweatpants with NO shame at all omg 😭😭

Simon wouldn't even notice what they say until he sees her turn around, but by then it's too late to go back home— they're literally in the middle of a store, grocery shopping.

“Fuckin' hell.” You immediately know what he's talking about, a sly smile on your lips as you look up at him.

“You don't like 'em, Si?” You bat your eyelashes at him, playing innocent. He does like them, but... it just surprised him, that's all. He has been holding your hand for hours, unaware of what your sweatpants even said.

“I love 'em, sweetheart.” You can see him rolling his eyes before a the corners of his lips turn into a small smirk, an idea forming in his head.

“No way.” You burst out laughing, a proud smile on your lips when you see what he's wearing. The bastard bough a custom-made ''I love my girlfriend'' shirt, decorated with pictures of you he got from your Instagram. It's corny and flashy— just the way you like it.

There's a small smug smirk on his lips as you start taking pictures of the shirt, always making sure to avoid capturing his face in them. God bless Johnny and his stupid ideas.

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Simon giving bimbo reader the most devastating back shots and she gets overwhelmed reaching an arm back to press against his pelvis and he tells her not to run from it………

Simon's warm hands wrap around your hips, bringing your plush ass closer to his cock with every deep thrust, using your own body as leverage as he fucked into you. Your long acrylic nails grip the satin sheets underneath you, face buried on a pillow to muffle your needy moans.

It was all too intense, feeling the leaky tip of his cock ram against your sensitive womb with every thrust, his deep groans ringing in your ears from behind you, your heart beating loudly in your ears, pulsating at the same time you felt his cock throb. Your hand goes up to his pelvis, trying to push Simon away to get a break for a few seconds, only for his grip on your hips to tighten.

“No backing out now, love.” Your eyes roll back to your head when his hips start rolling against your ass, his movements less rough, yet just as deep as before. Your nails dig into his meaty thigh as your orgasm hits, shaking and squirming underneath him, back arching even more in nothing but pure bliss as Simon releases thick ropes of cum into your needy womb, thrusting a few times to ride out his orgasm.

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pregnant bimbo reader🫣🫣

“Si, look!” Your excited voice is the first thing that greets him in the morning, rubbing his eyes to try to wake up. The first thing his eyes focus is your pregnant belly moving from the inside, your daughter kicking happily.

“Bloody hell...” He immediately sits up, looking at you with a surprised smile before he looks down at your tummy with pure admiration and curiosity. Your daughter kicks a lot, yet this is the first time he's able to see it this much.

“She's gonna have a lot of energy, just like her mum.” He teases, dodging the playful smack you try to throw his way, instead laying down on his stomach as his rough, calloused hand goes to your pregnant belly, feeling your daughter's kicks beneath his palm. It's an odd sensation, yet it fills him with so much pride to see his precious girls being healthy.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Simon whispers only for her to hear, his large hand replaced by his cheek, feeling the soft kicks on the side of his face. He lets out an amused chuckle, closing his eyes the moment he feels your long acrylics running through his cropped hair soothingly.

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[yawnderu]

>Simon doesn't go to clubs, yet he'd do anything for bimbo!reader, even if it's out of his comfort zone. Adding a small dialogue of Simon being painfully brit when drunk from this post because I still giggle about it ejhfehjb

“C'mere, baby.” Your bare feet make contact with the floor as you walk to your boyfriend, who's waiting for you on the couch, a pair of stiletto heels next to him. It's a routine you know too well, putting your feet on his lap before you even realize it while he massages your ankles, offering you a small smile.

“Make sure you don't fall.” He teases and you push him away with your feet, only making him hold them in both hands and push back until your legs are folded, getting up just to steal a kiss from you.

“You rat!” Your giggle rings across the room as you try to push him away again, yet he's too strong to even move until he feels like it, sitting back down and starting to put your heels on, making sure the straps are safely secured before he helps you get up from the couch. He still can't wrap his head around the fact that you walk around in 6-inch stiletto heels with ease, but they were on your wishlist and whatever his princess wants, she gets.

Simon doesn't do clubs. It's loud, it's crowded, and he looks just about ready to take you back home until you strut to him, a big smile on your pretty face as you pass him a third glass of bourbon. He downs it after mouthing a small ''thank you'', feeling the warmth travel down his body.

“Come dance with me, Si!” You have to scream over the music, taking his free hand before he can even think about it. He reluctantly lets you pull him to the dance floor, despite feeling so out of place. He can't resist denying you, not when you look so happy and excited to be here with him.

Your arms wrap around his neck, your body rubbing against as you dance is almost intoxicating. He looks down at you, brown eyes fully taking in the sight— your hair moving with your body as you dance and sing, a happy smile on your face before you take a sip of your pretty drink. You're the most breathtaking thing he's ever seen.

His hand goes down to your waist to support you in case you twist your ankle while wearing your pretty stilettos. He looks down at your lips for a second before his gaze locks on yours, unable to look away. Maybe it's the alcohol affecting his body, but he dares to lean down to capture your lips with his, pulling you closer and allowing your bodies to move together to the rhythm of the music. He pulls away, his hand going up to the middle of your back before he does something really stupid.

“I'm getting us more drinks!” You yell over the music, already walking away before he can stop you. He's used to drinking one or two glasses of bourbon, not four while out in a club, the flashy lights just making him dizzier. He pushes the thoughts to the back of his head, feeling your arms wrap around him from behind, taking the glass from you before you can spill it.

“Thank you.” Simon was never one for PDA, yet he's leaning down to kiss you again, his hand lingering on the small of your back for way longer than it should have. You turn around, sipping on your drink as you grind on him, too used to the clubbing scene to think about how Simon hasn't done anything like this before. Despite his stoic expression, he's actually having plenty of fun, his hand holding onto your waist to support you as you dance.

His attention is focused strictly on you. He loves how you're dancing for him and him alone. You're not dancing like this for other men or flirting with anyone— you're simply having fun with your boyfriend, and despite some of the men looking at you, you're only looking at him.

Simon lasted way longer than he thought, only making you turn around after an hour or so of dancing.

“Tired yet?” He lets your bodies sway to the generic pop song playing in the background, half-lidded eyes struggling to stay open. He drank more than he should— more than he has drank in public, and he's aware of it, yet he wants to bring you home before he's too drunk to be aware of his surroundings. You plant a small kiss on his nose now that he's laying down and he offers you a lazy grin, letting you guide him out of the club.

“Buss me a blem, love.” You raise an eyebrow at his words, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you help him walk, not wanting him to stumble around as you make your way back home. You have the route memorized, unlike him.

“A fag.” He clarifies, making you giggle nervously as you look up at him.

“Why do you want a gay m—” A stifled chuckle comes from above you, looking at the way Simon is trying to hold back his laughter. He's way too drunk for this shit.

“A cigarette, angel.” Realization hits your face as your glossy lips turn into an ''o'' shape, face lighting up when you can finally understand what he's saying.

“Don't have that either. The other one would have been easier to get...” You drag out, fumbling with the keys to your shared apartment before going inside, locking the door behind you. You go sit on the couch and Simon immediately beelines towards you, managing to sit down in front of you and attempt to undo the straps of your heels.

Was the buckle always this tiny? His fingers feel way too fucking big for the strap, yet he somehow manages, softly rubbing your feet to help ease the pain he knows you always feel after wearing them for a long time. His cheek is resting on your lap, your hand instinctively running through his short hair, massaging his scalp with your long acrylics.

“You okay, baby?” God, he could die right now. Your words are slurred, voice becoming even sweeter, your tone laced with concern. He can only manage to nod, trying his best not to fall asleep despite how comfortable your lap is. He can barely register how you get up, dragging him up by the arms— or well, trying. The bastard is way too heavy and tall for it.

“Up.” You say softly, not wanting your boyfriend to fall asleep on the couch. He grumbles before getting up, letting you make him lay down on the couch, making sure he's on his side. He didn't drink enough to throw up, but... just in case.

You disappear into the bathroom, coming up with a wet cloth and a basket full of skincare that you want to use on him. Your drunk brain is absolutely brilliant— wanting to take care of his skin while he's about to fall asleep. You steal a kiss from his lips before running the wet cloth over his face with care, wiping down all the sweat and grease on his skin.

His brown eyes focus on you as you start to massage a cool liquid all over his face, massaging it in circles with the pads of your fingers, careful not to poke him with your long nails.

“I love you.” It slips out of his lips before he can even think about it, looking away from you. You can see his Adam's apple bob up and down, anxiously waiting for something— anything. He flinches in surprise as your arms wrap around him tightly, small giggles of relief and happiness escaping your lips.

“I love you too, Si.”

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okay but bimbo!reader would SO be into the bow trend and is so excited they’re coming back, she’d put bows everywhere, her uggs? BOWS. her jeans belt loops? BOWS. her hair? BOWS. simon’s very important work bag? BOW.

YES SHE WOULD!! Our bimbo!reader would get so damn hyperfixated with bows when she saw them trending on tiktok again 😭😭 and now Simon has to deal with her making bows and putting them literally everywhere. She made one for his pinky, for his steering wheel, for the handles of his bike, for his helmet, for the chain of his dog tags... literally anything that can have a bow, will have one.

“Do it again, Si.” It's the fifth time he's done it, yet your fascination never stops. Your hands work fast to tie the fabric on his bicep, making a pretty bow. He rolls his eyes playfully, the corners of his lips being pulled up despite himself as he flexes his arm, watching as the muscle bulges out until the bow unwraps.

“Again.” The rest of the night is spent like that, laying together in bed while you tie bows on different parts of his body, making him flex until the bow unwraps. Never in his life has Simon been more grateful for his muscles.

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been thinking about bimbo!reader mentioning to someone about happy relationship weight gain and simon’s realising THATS why he’s a bit softer now.

(p.s bimbo!reader fills a big space in my heart never stop i love ur writing.)

THANK U SO MUCH SWEETHEART

Yesss! I can definitely see Simon getting softer after getting together with bimbo!reader. He's not fat— not at all, but his body that used to feel rock solid is now softer, a thin layer of fat covering his defined muscles.

I don't see him minding that at all, honestly. You still fawn over his body and touch him like his body was sculpted by God's hand— what's wrong with getting a tad bit softer when you look at him like he's worth the whole world?

Your face seeks shelter on the ample fat of his chest, rubbing your cheeks on it like a cat fascinated by a piece of furniture. Simon is unable to hold back a small chuckle, rubbing your scalp with the pads of his fingers.

“I love your titties so much.” The fact that even when you're half-asleep you manage to praise his body warms his heart— even when you refer to his pecs as ''tits''.

“Go back to sleep, angel.” He whispers, warm hands running down the length of your hair while he plants soft kisses on your forehead, eyes drifting towards the phone in his hand.

3:29AM.

Too early for his pretty girl to be awake, whispering sweet words into your ear until he can hear the familiar soft snores escaping your tired frame, a tender smile on his lips before going back to his phone, checking the items on your wishlist.

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