Torn Between Wanting To Be A Beam Of Light, Wild Soul, Big Heart, Bright Smile, Powered By The Sunshine,

i’m so feral for him it’s not even funny

target practice

also! trying to change who you are in the pursuit of romantic love will never work long term because you cannot deny your own existence forever.

this is the worst my insides have felt in my entire life i’m never drinking again.

Simon Riley who needs a quickie when you bring him lunch while he's on base. CW : Housewife kink, bit of a breeding kink, dirty talk, hair pulling

You thought you'd do something nice for your boyfriend. Bring him a nice stroganoff.

You didn't think walking into Simon's office in a pretty little sundress and giving him a Tupperware of beef stroganoff would make him so utterly horny.

He couldn't help himself. What man could stand seeing his pretty bird acting like the cutest housewife for him and resist bending her over his desk to thank her?

"Can't look this good, baby" Simon growled. His hips snapping against yours with an audible slap. Over and over.

"I just-I thought it was nice!" you squeak over the sound of skin on skin.

"Oh it was, princess. It was so so nice of you. Being the perfect little housewife f'me"

"H-Housewife?!"

"Yeah, birdie. Gonna put a ring on your finger. Come home to you every night while you hold out a plate of hot food f'me"

You couldn't even think from how good Simon's cock was hammering against your gummy spot deep inside you. Small 'ah!'s coming from you with every thrust.

"You want that baby? Be my sweet wife?" Simon growled. a hand grabbing your scalp and pulling your head off the desk.

"Yes!' you beg, "yes yes, please Simon!" You practically wail.

"and then eventually, I'll fill you up nice and good with my kid. Get you all barefoot and pregnant f'me" Simon grinned wolfishly.

You felt the coil in your lower stomach tighten dangerously at that. The idea of being Simon's housewife, merely having to do the housework and get as many orgasms as you want.

It only took three swipes of Simon's thumb on your clit for you to tremble and cry out as you came.

"Tha's it. Good fucking girl, birdie" Simon groaned as you felt his hot ropes fill you. Patting your lower stomach with a rumbling chuckle

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I wrote this while playing cookie run kingdom ngl to y'all.

i love the fact that girlies will write the filthiest, most depraved smut about dark, intimidating and tattooed men—with fluffy bunnies, sparkling little stars and pretty bows as banners. oh, and soft pink as a colour accent on certain words.

Roommate!Simon Riley who is literally your personal weather man.

Like, why need the app when you have him to do it all for you??

“Simon!!”

It’s usually in the mornings, when he’s busy packing your lunch for work. “Yeah, love!” He awaits your response, a little smile tugging at the corners of his lips when he hears something clatter, quickly followed by a loud curse.

“What-ow-what’s the temperature today?!” Another clatter, another curse, and he’s sticking your sandwhich in a plastic bag, placing it intricately inside your lunchbox. He does this every morning that he’s able. There’s a very specific way he goes about putting it all in there, and a very specific snack for each meal category. Some might call him a chump, but he calls it being a good friend. Cause he’s NOT your boyfriend

“Warm and sunny sweet’art! But bring a jacket, yea?!”

“Okay!” The next slam is loud, and if it wasn’t for your typical clumsiness, he’d have assumed you’d died just a little bit.

His large shoulders shake with a rumble of laughter as he zips your lunchbox, now moving to fill up your water bottle. “Alright in there?!”

“Yeah! Just-ow-can’t get my shoe on!”

He’d do the same thing tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and when he was deployed, he’d wake up every morning to a message- drum roll please -asking about the weather. When he couldn’t get to you in time, he’d always come back to find about a thousand texts from you.

okay since you’re not answering me i’m gonna go with sunny

no rainy

wait, it looks shiny outside, sunny

the next message would be a picture of you standing on the sidewalk in the rain, a thin pair of shoes on and no jacket.

nevermind, it was rainy

and cold

and wet

He’d laugh so loud the whole crew would think he’d gone mad.

told you to bring a jacket, love

Bubbles would pop up and then disappear, up and then disappear. Instead of the sassy attitude he expected in return, he found you simply just needing him.

when are you coming home :(

i need my weather man back

He could just tell you to download the app, but there was something about you wanting him to tell you that made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He’s whipped.

actually, ykw? imagine if simon had a civilian s/o and bc he’s constantly away and the partner is there most of the time anyways, he lets them decorate the place.

they make it so cozy with a million lamps with stained glass lampshades and tapestries on the walls and an unexpected number of stuffed animals on the bed.

one time, simon invites tf 141 to his flat and their jaws dropped, bc ofc simon didn’t warn them about the absolute pinterest board that his place was.

in fact, he hadn’t mentioned a partner at all, or to you that his team would be coming over so you’re still in one of simon’s raggedy old t-shirts with a handful of dry cereal halfway to your mouth.

it’s generally a shock for both parties, simon excluded, who seems to settle himself right in, kissing the top of your head, eyes crinkling slightly as he grins, looking rather like a cat showing off the bird he dragged in.

you had some choice words for him later, but for now, you brushed the crumbs off your face and wiped your hands off on your shirt before sticking your hand out to the team to introduce yourself.

surprisingly, it goes rather well. all things considered. the team is charmed by you and your ability to make ghost blush and smile endlessly. and you’re absolutely enamored with the fact that they keep complimenting your decor.