Kneeling On An Uncomfortable Hard Surface While Giving Head Is Good For Boys It's Good For Them They'll

simon who's been in the military so long that sometimes he can't function without someone giving him instruction.

simon who will come to you at all hours of the day, just staring at you in hopes you give him a task to do.

"Simon can you grab-" he's already getting up

"Simon can you cook that chicken in the f-" he's already putting on an apron

"Simon can-" yes. he will. he can and he must. its compulsory at this point.

doesn't need or ask for praise when he completes the task at hand, but will be over the MOON if you do. even a simple "thanks, Si," gets him wagging his tail.

Perv bf telling me his gross twisted fantasies while i validate them and encourage him to be the sick pervert he is <3

my resolution for 2025 is to be incredibly delusionally confident and less self-limiting because you know what? I've earned it 😤 I'm literally hot plus pure hearted so yeah

oh and to also get my driver's license

You being scared of me is what gets me off.

Post ovulation clarity is so funny bc in the moment it was so hot I was actually dripping but after?? Oh man that was really weird. Like. Why did I do that.

Apologetic cnc. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry" as he forces another inch into you, feeling too good for him to stop.

how high is your pain tolerance? (flirting)

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

my earnest hope for 2025 is that everyone embraces being a little weirder and freakier and less judgmental bc we will all be better off for it like to charge reblog to cast

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.