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Welcome to my blog!

This blog is dedicated to reading and writing mostly but i also post other things. Sorry about the infrequency but this is my hobby and i don't wanna make it an obligation so i write whenever it comes to me. (simonzlovie on ao3)

Blog Rules:

  • You can interact w/ me in any way you want!
  • Obviously racists, homophobes, misogynists, zionists, overall bigots will be blocked.
  • Minors wil be blocked.
  • I am obviously anti ai when it comes to any kind of art, so don't even think about it.

Husband!Simon Riley x Wife!Reader - Soaping Together
Husband!Simon Riley x Wife!Reader - Dry Humping
Simon: This date is boring. Y/n: This is not a date, you are stalking me. Simon: As your beloved stalker I request you to go nice places. Y/n: I need to buy groceries. Simon: See ? Perks of getting kidnapped would be no more grocery shopping. Y/n: ... Simon: One pack will be okay *whispering* you don't have much time. Y/n: ... Simon: Is the duct tape on sale ?

Just thinking about Simon comforting you.

His eyes scan your face, your body language, every small tell you try to hide. It's instinct—years of training telling him to assess, analyze, act. But this isn't a battlefield, and you aren't a mission. His rough exterior, the ghost of a man he is, all of those fade when he reaches for you. His touch betrays him. Warm and caring, meant to pull you back to him.

“You alright, doll?” his voice is low, soothing hands trailing down your back. He doesn't rush you, doesn't let the moment pass too quickly. He lets you feel—lets you grab at him, tug on his shirt, squeeze his hand as tight as you need to. And when you do, he's already there, arms wrapped around you like armor.

A simple “Breathe, love. Nice and slow. I got you” when you're shaking, legs giving out on you. He's a shield between you and the world, you swear you could lose yourself in those arms.

“You're with me. Don't have to pretend.” when you let out a nervous laugh. He is not waiting until you get home to talk about this. Needs to know you're fine.

“Hey, look at me,” he says softly when you try to avoid his gaze, “you're safe. Just focus on me, yeah?”

He takes a slow, controlled breath and you follow his lead. Drawing in a deep breath of your own, you feel the tension start to ease. His eyes never leave your side.

Later—when you have a moment alone, the frustration creeps in. It shows in the way your steps land heavier. You set things down with a little too much force, your restless pacing filling the room. And Simon senses it. Drops everything he's doing and comes to you. Invites you into his embrace, slowly kneeling down and pressing his forehead against yours. “I know. You got every right to be pissed. Just don't carry it alone.” The weight of it all crashes down, every bottled-up emotion spilling as you cling to him. “That's right, doll. Just let it out.”

He will always be there. You can never shake him off, but at least you'll never have to face any of it on your own.

don’t mind me, I’m reposting an excerpt of what I wrote for a request that might have some visibility issues </3

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

reblog to let people know it's ok to bother you with questions and statements

PSA:

1. If you are not silly, it is vital you become silly

2. If you are silly, you must stay silly

2. If you used to be silly but have stopped, you must make all efforts to return to silliness

2. Help the people around you to be silly

Excellent addition!

Simon x Cat x Neighbour!reader

Part two > (previous part)

Simon Riley was a lot like his cat, dropping by your flat whenever he wanted. Thanking you for looking after Cat in small little ways.

Bringing you home little trinkets from his work travels. “Got it from some market, can’t tell you where though. Would have to kill ya and I really don’t want that.” Little things that line every inch of your windowsill, crystals he’s found because he knows you like them.

“I don’ do cuddles,” is what he’d told you, swearing up and down, the first time you’d slept over. He’s a light sleeper, he runs hot, he’s just not that kind of guy. Fair enough. He looks big and heavy enough to crush you anyways, so maybe he’s just saving you loads of trouble.

His bedroom, if you can even call it that, is a large empty room save for a mattress and a window. He sleeps on an uncovered mattress, without a blanket. Shrugs when you ask him about it, the non committal bastard. “‘S not tha’ bad.”

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