I AM NOT READY FOR DREAMS FACE REVEAL I AM NOT
I AM NOT READY FOR DREAMS FACE REVEAL I AM NOT
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might be time to fold your hand
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Once again, we find ourselves facing hunger, cold, and despair, Negotiations have failed, the crossings are closed, and everything has been cut off. No cooking gas, no meat, and fruits and vegetables have become a luxury we can no longer afford. With donations declining, I can no longer secure healthy food for my little child, my family, or even myself, while I carry a life inside me that desperately needs nourishment and safety. 😥
The cold bites at us mercilessly, and hunger steals what little strength we have left. We try to endure, but our exhausted bodies can no longer take it. We fast all day, only to find nothing to break our fast with. 💔
I am afraid, afraid for myself, for my child, and for this unborn baby who has yet to see the light. Any help, no matter how small, could mean life for us in the midst of this catastrophe. If you can extend a helping hand, please don’t hesitate, We need your donation today more than ever. 🫂
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LEWIS TO FERRARI 2025 CONFIRMED OMGGGG ABSOLUTE WIN FOR US MY TWO POKIES TOGETHER
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Simon wasn't a stupid man. He always knew better, knew to look between the lines even when you tried your best to be deceiving. Even then, the pure rejection you showed to your newborn baby was something not even the best actress could hide. Refusing to hold her after she was born and fully shutting down on Simon, screaming at him whenever he tried to offer any sort of help and support, only getting worse if he ever tried to approach you while holding the baby.
Post-partum depression is no joke, Simon realized after doing his own research, only then realizing just how bad it can get after accidentally stumbling on article upon article of mothers getting to the point of harming their own child. You weren't like that— Simon liked to convince himself despite the growing pit of dread in his stomach, anxiety seeping out of every pore of his body when even months later you refused to hold or interact with the baby.
It all came crashing down after he came back from deployment, the nanny holding his daughter while soothing her with calm words, doing her best to console the crying infant despite the tears falling down her cheeks when she confessed to him that you're gone.
Gone without a trace, at first. Simon wasted no time using his connections to know where you were. Laswell was the most helpful, giving him all the details of the help center you were in, yet even then, Simon didn't reach out first in fear of messing up your progress, not wanting to add more stress to your situation when you were trying to get better.
Four years. For four years, Simon's life was divided in deployments and taking care of his daughter at home, never once thinking about moving on, always asking Laswell for updates— updates she was glad to give him using her own connections, wanting to give Simon some peace of mind even if it went against the rules.
“It's okay.” Simon reassured his daughter, his long sleeves wet with cola that she spilled from her little cup. His home was the complete opposite of the absolute hell he grew up in, not allowing himself to scream, hit, or take out his frustration on the little carbon copy of himself sitting on the couch.
“'M sorry, daddy.” Her sweet voice made the corners of his lips tilt up into a smile, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head, taking off his sweater and putting it away, wasting no time on grabbing a towel to clean up the now sticky mess of coke on the table.
“It's okay, love. Jus' don't tip it, 's gonna spill.” She gave him a small salute in understanding, a cheeky grin on her lips when she saw him holding in his laughter, knowing fully well she's copying him— as usual.
The doorbell ringing got Simon's full attention, giving his daughter one last look before he went to answer. His eyes widened slightly the moment he saw your shorter figure waiting for him, purposely making yourself smaller like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, a small folder held in your hands. You're both quiet for what seems like forever, the only sounds coming from your daughter in the living room, the TV displaying a kid's show Simon put on.
“I'm so so—” You don't even have the chance to finish your sentence before you're being pulled into a tight hug, Simon's burly arms wrapping around your body, every single second spent missing you, secretly hoping you'd come back one day crashes down on him the moment he feels your arms wrap around his waist, holding him as tight as possible, as if he'd disappear if you don't hold onto him for dear life.
“I got better.” You whisper into his ear, rubbing his back soothingly when he doesn't let go of you. Not yet— not when the love of his life is finally back after years. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder before his face goes back to burying in the crook of your neck, taking in the familiar scent.
It takes minutes for Simon to finally let go, hesitation clear in his actions as he looked down at you, keeping one hand on your waist in silent fear of you seeping through his fingers. The folder in your hand gets his attention, giving you a questioning look before you offer it to him, managing to give him a small smile of reassurance despite all the anxiety and fear.
“My psychotherapist wrote it. It's... just a paper that shows the progress I've made from her perspective.” You stand awkwardly as he reads the document, taking in every single word written by the woman who has been helping your for four long years. You can hear your daughter giggling at the TV show, only making the anxiety in your stomach grow more by the second.
To your surprise, Simon steps out of the way to allow you into the home he created, his safe haven. Nothing changed from the last time you were here, other than toys scattered all over the place, likely from Simon being too busy bonding with his daughter to even clean.
You can see the little girl sitting on the couch as you walk closer, her brown eyes fully focused on the screen until she hears something from behind her. She's so much bigger now, looking like a tiny carbon copy of Simon, down to the little skull-patterned pajamas she was wearing.
She turns around after seeing you from the corner of her eye, her little face lighting up into a toothy grin as she jumps from the couch, sprinting towards you as fast as her little legs allow her to.
“Mommy!” You crouch down to her height out of pure instinct, almost being knocked off balance when she crashes into you, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck. The fact that Simon never stopped talking about you to her and kept your pictures warms your heart, being as delicate as possible as you hug her back.
“Y'look so pretty.” She has Simon's accent, making you let out a small laugh before looking down at her, cupping her cheek just to examine her features better.
“Thank you, sweet girl.” You're glad for the way she cuddles up to you again, not bothering to hide the tears falling down your cheeks at the sheer love displayed by the same girl you left four years ago. Your gaze drifts up to Simon, whose eyes are glossier than usual despite the fact that he's not shedding a tear. He gives you a small nod in acknowledgement, not daring to look away from the heartwarming scene in front of him.
“Daddy talks a lot about you.” She whispers into your ear, covering her mouth as if she's telling you the biggest secret ever. You giggle at the little gossiper, your warm hand running up and down the length of her hair.
“He does?” You whisper back, giving Simon a cheeky look at the admission, one of his thin eyebrows raising when he sees your daughter nod her head vigorously, giggling as she looks at Simon.
“Well, I'm sure he talks a lot about you too.” The pure forgiveness that comes from both of them drowns the guilt, if only for a short while.
“You're such a pretty princess.” Your arms wrap around her again, rocking her softly from side to side, allowing yourself to take in their love. It doesn't take long for Simon's resolve to falter, dropping to his knees and wrapping his burly arms around his girls protectively, planting a little kiss on your forehead.
Despite everything, there's no one else he'd rather spend the rest of his life with.
YOU DISTRACT ME
nsfw!
george x male!reader ( was tempted to just write 'reader with a dick).
also! this was a request, hope you like it @simonverses
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!
cw: porn lol, anal sex, blowjob, fingering, kind of dry humping, slightly dumbification, praise kink, overstimulation, edging, kind of switch!george, brat!george, brat tamer!reader, dom!reader, pet names, dirty talk .
GEORGE loved to stare at you. You were just pretty to look at. He felt like he was in a sort of trance every time he laid his eyes on your figure laying on his bed while playing on your phone.
You had no pants on, leaving you with your dark blue boxers and his white shirt on, and he couldn't help but stare. You were by no means distracted by his gaze, too occupied with your game to even notice the brown eyes of your boyfriend that were filled with lust.
George however, just watched as you huffed and grunted lowly whenever something happened, and before he knew it, his dick was hard and his screen flashed with the usual 'You died!'. Quickly, he logged off and got out of the chair, walking towards his bed and crawling on top of you, slowly massaging your shoulders and back.
You groaned, pleased with the feeling of George's hands massaging your body and turned off your phone, enjoying George's soft kisses that he started to shower your neck with.
"God you're so tense, all because of that stupid game." George mumbled and you chuckled, rolling your eyes. "Are you really saying this to me? You?" You teased and he shrugged his shoulders, a teasing grin on his face. "Maybe."
You huffed a laugh before groaning as his hands went further down your back and to your ass, slowly massaging each cheek, making you smirk lazily. "Oh, you're horny pretty boy?" You mumbled with your eyes closed. He chuckled, still squeezing your cheeks in his hands "Maybe," He said, biting your upper shoulder softly before he started to trail his mouth lower, kissing every inch of your skin.
You smiled, enjoying the attention until you felt your boxer slowly being pulled down. "Do you want to get punished so badly, pretty boy?" You said, swallowing dry as you felt George's fingers moving closer to your hole. "Shhh." He only whispered in your ear, but you weren't having it.
With a fast movement, you turned around, your hands going to George hips as if it was their designated place. You squeezed his hips as if it was your birth right to have such a pretty and good boyfriend straddling you, just waiting for one word from you to do something, anything.
You raised your eyebrows, looking at him with a small smirk as you slowly started to move his waist against yours, enjoying the feeling of his already hard dick against yours. He closed his eyes, moving his hands to take off his shirt before he looked back at you, placing his hands on your chest.
"Why are you so bold today, pretty? Mhm?" You whispered, raising one hand to grip the back of his neck and moving his face closer to yours. He rolled his eyes, but his pace increased as he grinded his hips against yours without stopping. "Why are you so curious baby? Can't I want to fuck my pretty boyfriend for once?" He mocked, raising an eyebrow at you and making you chuckle.
"God pretty, you don't even understand how much fun I'm gonna have with you if you don't stop being such a bratty baby." You teased, moving your hand around his neck and squeezing slightly. His breath inched, and you could already see his ears turning red from blushing.
"Aw are you blushing, pretty? Am I making you flustered?" You mumbled, using your other hand to squeeze his cock over his boxer, chuckling when you saw a small wet spot on them. "My baby is so horny he can't even control himself, right pretty? You're just so horny that you forgot that I don't like brats. " You said, almost in a patronising tone.
He squeezed his eyes shut, not making a sound as you slowly started to trail your hand up and down his covered dick, going to a place so slow that George considered impossible to reach. A whine left his mouth the moment you squeezed his head, from which he was sure was already leaking pre-cum.
"Look at you, I barely touched you and you're ready to come. You're so fucking needy, pretty." You said, watching with amusement when George whined again, his eyes glossed over with lust as they stared right into yours.
"Come on pretty, get on your knees so I can show you what happens when you want to be a brat." He merely nodded, slowly moving down until his mouth hovered your clothed dick. With a shaky hand, George pulled down your boxer, and licked his lips when he saw your dick.
He wrapped his hands around your dick, slowly moving up and down while you threw your head back, enjoying the sensations his warm hands around his dick sent through your body. You placed your hand over his cheek, caressing his face as he looked up at you and you gave him a small smile that he sent back.
With that, you started to grin, moving your hand towards his mouth, that he immediately opened, and almost shoved your thumb in his mouth while he squeezed your dick tighter. He swirled his tongue around your thumb, closing his eyes as he started to move his hips against the mattress.
"I believe you're ready Georgie, don't you think?" You teased, pushing your thumb down his tongue, making him open his mouth before you used your other hand to put your dick in front of George's mouth. He opened his eyes for a second, just to look at you before he closed them again and took all of your length in his mouth. You breathed out a shaky moan, enjoying the feeling of his warm mouth around your cock as he started to move his head up and down while his hand went towards your balls, massaging them. You started to raise your hips, slightly thrusting inside George's mouth and you moved your fingers through his brown hair, occasionally tugging them.
"You're doing such a good job baby. Taking me- Ahh! in your mouth so well…" You said, biting your lip. In response, George twirled his tongue around the head, getting a taste of pre-cum that made him want to moan out your name. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you tugged George's hair, effectively moving his face away from your cocka and making him look at you with an almost annoyed expression on his face.
"Come on, I want your ass, pretty. " You ordered, playfully tugging his hair again. George nodded, wasting no time to get out of his pants and boxers while looking directly at you. "How do you want it baby? Ass up face down?" You asked, sitting up just to kiss him slowly and passionately before you pulled away, biting his lower lip. "Yeah." George just mumbled, feeling himself get incredibly hard at your words alone as he started to turn around.
You chuckled, shaking your head and placing your hands on his back, pushing him on the mattress. "Where are your manners, pretty? When you want something…you ask please." You mumbled into his ear, grinning when you heard his breath inch in his throat as you placed your hand on his asscheeks, slowly making your way towards his hole. You first used one finger, just to tease him a little.
"Come on Georgie, say please." You teased, inserting one finger in his hole and, without wasting a second, you started to move the finger inside of him. Slowly pulling it out before slamming it inside of him again. "Please…" He whispered, eyes closed and fists clenching the bed sheets under him. "Please what? Come on, use your words, pretty." You mocked, adding another finger inside of him as he gasped, eyes flying open. "Please fuck me." He whispered, a red tint spreading all over his cheeks that made you smile cheekily. Lowering yourself, you quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"See? You're such a good boy when you use your manners." You teased, getting a small scoff from him that made you chuckle. "Love you baby." You whispered before pulling away, completely removing your fingers from his ass. "Wh-What! Hey!" George mumbled, gasping as he suddenly felt the cold. You laughed, opening a drawer of his desk to take the lube and a condom, smirking slightly at George's offended face. "What? You wanted to be fucked baby, that's what you're gonna get." You said, wasting no time to sit on the bed and pouring some lube on your hand before using the other to put on the condom.
You started to finger George again, leaning down to leave small kisses, love bites and hickeys on his neck and back. He groaned, pushing his raised hips against your hand, wanting more friction. "Patience, pretty. I'll make you cum so hard on my cock alone that you will beg me to stop." You said, leaving a kiss on his shoulder as he shuddered under you, a small moan leaving his rosy and slightly bigger lips, due to all the times he bit them in the last hour. Another four minutes and three fingers, you deemed him as ready to take you. You used your free hand to jerk you off quickly, your erection quickly coming back as you got ready to fuck your pretty boyfriend.
"Ready?" You asked, taking your fingers off of him and replacing them with your dick, not even waiting for George to answer you. You slammed yourself inside of him, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips involuntarily jerked forward at the feeling of George's warmth around you. George however, let out one of the rare loud moans he ever made, biting the bed sheets at the familiar pain of being stretched by you. Even if it wasn't even close to being the first time you guys had sex, George still felt a little sting whenever you penetrated him, even after one year of relationship. "God you're so fucking tight, pretty. Always squeezing me so good." You said, moaning.
George felt his dick twitch under him at the praise, and let out a small sound to make you understand that he wanted you to move. "You want more?" You mumbled, smiling as George immediately nodded his head. With his consent, you started to move your hips. Slowly at first, and then pulled almost all the way out before slamming yourself inside of him again. "Fuck baby, you feels so good." You praised, moaning as he squeezed you even more. You kept your rhythm, not slowing down or picking up speed, wanting to first make George reach his own release before yours hit you completely.
You felt him move under you, and you slowed down, frowning as you thought the moan he just let out was a sign that he was enjoying it. "Everything good baby?" You said, your thrust coming to a stop. He nodded, but there was a bit of discomfort on his face. "What is it, Georgie? Was I going too hard?" You asked, worried you might have hurt him. He immediately shook his head, blushing red, but still refusing to meet your eyes. " I want to see you." He mumbled, readjusting a little.
You cooed, but slowly removed yourself from him and turned him around. "Wanted to be a pillow princess?" You teased, raising his legs to put them over your shoulders as George breathed out shakily, his eyes roaming from your face, to your chest and then to your hips. When you noticed it, you wasted no time to slam yourself back inside of his hole, grinning to yourself as he let out a moan and his pretty brown eyes widened, hands quickly gripping your body as if you were the only one thing to keep him sane.
"Aw, so much better right?" You teased, grinning as your skin slapped against his, as his legs circled your head, tugging you closer, as if he wanted… "More!". He breathed out, eyes shining with unleashed tears and lust as they met yours (E/C).
And you gave him more, while showering him with praises as his cock twitched against his stomach before he came untouched. But you didn't stop there, no, you kept your promise, still fucking him until he started to blab nonsense, until all he could think of was you while you drove yourself crazy, edging yourself until George started to beg you to cum, his hands reaching your shoulders to yank you towards him.
He slammed his lips against yours, his tongue making its way inside your mouth before he pulled away, leaving you breathless as he kept kissing your jaw and neck, until you felt his warm breath against your ear as he breathed out a single word, a word that you followed as if he ordered you. "Come."
Throwing your head back, your hips met his with less force as the force of the orgasm made you almost shake. George gave you a breathy chuckle when you lowered your whole body upon his, placing various kisses on his neck before you rested your head there. "Fuck baby, you were amazing. " You mumbled, closing your eyes briefly as George only smiled, raising his hand to play with your hair that was stuck on your forehead due to the sweat that covered both of your bodies.
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hi! i posted some george smut because why not so, maybe go check it out
Simon Riley! who isn't traditional in the gross way but in the he wants to protect you and make sure you don't feel like you have to provide for yourself, he wants to be a safety net, something to rely on
Simon Riley! Who made it a point to buy your dream house as soon as you were married,
Simon Riley! Who didn't expect houses to require so...much...work
"Baby! The water won't turn off?"
"The fuck you mean it won't turn off just-" Simon grumbled as he dropped the moving box and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the handle of the faucet and trying to pull it, only for it to come flying off. Leaving him dumbfounded and you a giggling disaster.
Simon Riley! Who likes handy man tasks as much as the next guy but the people at the store are beginning to know his name
Simon Riley! Who didn't have a dad to teach him some stuff like plumbing and whatnot so he calls Price
"Oi, Cap-"
"She came to her senses and ran away, yeah?"
"No...I need you to tell me ho' to turn off th' water."
Simon Riley! Who does know how much you love watching him do yard work but doesn't dwell because these godddamn weeds-
Simon Riley! Who loves nothing more than watching you paint the walls of the house, finds it like to be a scene of a movie and it would be a lie if the reality was much better than the cinema
Simon Riley! Who hates facebook because you would randomly send him across the city because you found an old China cabinet you thought would be perfect
Simon Riley! Who doesn't care how his buddies tease him about becoming a domestic civilian so soon, because he would happily fix a thousand houses if it meant a thousand more years with you
(Comments and feedback make my day! annnd yeah that's it <3 )
Hoping he can recover soon <3
