NIC!! May I Propose Slow Dancing In The Kitchen With Simon? Like He Would Have Just Came Back From A

NIC!! may i propose slow dancing in the kitchen with simon? like he would have just came back from a really rough day, and seeing you humming along some sappy song while cooking dinner makes him all warm :( HE WOULD BE SO QUICK TO WRAP HIS ARMS AROUND YOU AND SWAY WITH YOU!!

my darling ruru!! of course you may propose this, my heart is all warm and fuzzy at the thought. super quick one but eeeeek. i love him terribly.

standing in simon's kitchen, the sound of the pan sizzling and music softly playing from your phone filled the room. texting you earlier in the day, simon had asked for you to come over tonight. no explanation or reason, just that he needed to see you and figured a relaxed night in would be nice. and having a spare key to his home, you figured you would head over while he was still out in an effort to surprise him with dinner as opposed to ordering take out.

distracted by the noises of the kitchen and humming along to your music, the sound of the door opening and closing didn't catch your attention. so, when arms securely found their way around your waist you couldn't help but jolt in response.

"lucky it's jus' me," the familiar voice quickly soothed your anxiety thinking it was a stranger.

"could've announced yourself," tilting your head to the side slightly, you glanced up at him and saw the tired smile painted on his face. "everything alright?"

"mhm," he hummed and gave your waist a gently squeeze that pulled you closer to him. his nose brushed against you neck as his body swayed to the music still coming from you phone. "better now. shit day, but didn't expect you here makin' dinner f' me."

letting him sway back and forth with you while you cooked, you finished up with the food on the stove and shut the burner off. turning around in his arms, your hands reached to give his biceps a squeeze while you leaned forward to place a kiss on his chest before looking up at him. "go get changed and i'll have the food ready by the time you come down," you told him, but he shook his head in response.

"wanna finish the song first," simon explained, placing a kiss on top of your head. "keep hummin' too."

and after two more songs came on, only then did he let you slip away from his hold to finish up setting up dinner while he headed to go change. his hand reaching for his phone in his back pocket to quickly make note of the first song.

A/N: I'm at a cafe and I literally can't stop thinking about fat!reader catching the eye of Gaz while ordering a drink so BEAR WITH ME OKAY

Currently picturing Gaz scoping out an area for a mission, wishing he had a dark coffee to keep him warm so he wanders into the nearest cafe. It's crowded, soft music playing from the speakers and pop art hanging from the walls and his eyes wander the throng of people - and then he sees you in the long line, layered up to your neck to keep out the cold, waiting patiently for a drink to warm your bones. He quietly slips behind you in line, unable to stop staring at the way your cheeks are reddened from the cold and how your soft stomach spills over your jeans, the way your jacket flatters your larger figure so well. He's immediately enamored, and when you give the barista at the counter your order, he orders the exact same thing so he can run up and "accidentally" grab your drink instead of his when they call them out. He pretends to be embarrassed and apologizes as your hands brush the same paper cup, and then flashes a charming smile and comments about how "you have great taste in beverages, love".

He asks for your name and if you'd like to sit down, and by the end of the hour he knows your name, your number, where you work, what you do for fun. He decides as he walks you out of the cafe, that an overwhelmingly sweet latte was a small price to pay in order to meet a gorgeous, soft thing such as yourself.

nic nic nic please can i request soft shower sex with price

ahh of course :) i was listening to all i need to hear by the 1975 while listening to this, so figured i would link it here too.

cw: shower sex, no mention of anatomy regarding reader

'Cause it all means nothing, my dear If I can't be holding you near So tell me you love me 'Cause that's all that I need to hear

hands rest at your waist, the grip is firm but comforting. his bear scratches against your cheek as he moves from the kiss to place multiple ones across your jawline and down to your neck. the hands gripping your waist now releasing slightly as fingers grab at the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head. the warmth of his breath against your skin is briefly interrupted when the shirt tugs past your head and quickly tossed onto the floor by your feet.

and the two of you break apart, john headed for the shower with one hand undoing his pants while the other reaches for the shower knob to allow time for it to warm up. while he does that you focus on removing the rest of your clothes, feet awkwardly shuffling in place and thighs pressed against each other as a poor attempt to shield yourself. small steps are made towards john, your hands reaching out to help with getting his pants off to focus on something other than the fact you stood bare before him. despite the countless of times, there was still a shyness about being exposed fully.

one both of you stood naked now, price's hand grabbing for yours as he guided you into the shower. the warm water causing shivers up your spine as it hit your cold skin, a soft chuckle escaped passed price's lips and hands grabbed for your waist once more. your back pressed against his frontside, brain focusing between the water from the shower head hitting against your chest and price's lips coming in contact once more with the skin on your neck. small nips and kisses against your skin made you chuckle softly now.

"careful," you spoke softly, hands placing themselves on john's forearms that securely held you in place against him. "you know it's a pain to cover it up."

"but not impossible," he pointed out in return to your comment, and you could feel his lips curve into a smile against your neck. the arms around you loosened, but remained around you as he tapped a finger against your abdomen to indicate he wanted you to face him. obliging, you turned your body within his hold.

the man in front of you, chest hair clinging to his own skin that covered a few scars here and there, had your hands now find their way up to his neck. fingers brushing passed the scares, lingering a few moments longer than other spots, until you could pull him down slightly to your level. this time you initiate the kiss, fingers delicately grazing up his neck to hold his face in your hands. the action causing price to take two small steps to press your back against the cold tile. a small gasp pulls your lips from the kiss as the chill takes your body by surprise, but price closes the gap between your lips to reseal the kiss.

one arm slips away from your waist as he keeps the kiss intact despite bending down slightly to grab one of your legs; his hand hooking the inner side of your knee to hold it up.

"john–" you murmur against his lips, grabbing for his biceps now as you glance up at him.

"i got you," his voice assured, knowing you were worried about slipping against the tile. "not gonna let you out of my hold, m'kay?" and you nodded in response, letting him adjust both of your positions. only did his other hand leave your body briefly to align himself with you, grazing his tip against you before his hips pressed forward.

nails dug into the skin of his biceps as he slowly pushed into you, a soft 'ah' leaving your body involuntarily. your own body pressing forward away from the wall, the urge to be closer to him clouding your consciousness. his stomach pressed against your body, one hand gripping your knee tightly to securely hold you up as he thrusted slowly into you.

"gon' grab your other leg and lift you," it wasn't a question, but he was telling you, just so you wouldn't be taken by surprise. carefully, while still inside you, his hands grabbed where needed to pick you up. your back pressed back against the wall once more and you felt the muscles of his biceps flexing under your fingers as he picked up up.

your face nuzzled his neck, one hand holding the back of his head while the other gripped onto his bicep. soft moans echoing in the shower mixed with the sound of skin coming in contact at a steady pace. it wasn't fast or harsh, it felt like he was taking his time to imprint the memory in his mind.

the grunts that left his body had you hold onto him tighter, your eyes closed shut to remember the memory in your own mind.

"please," the plea came out mixed with a grunt, no other words trailing after it. but after enough times, you knew what he was asking from you.

"john price," you spoke as you pulled your face away from his neck, eyes locked onto his directly as you were face to face. "i love you." at the same time, your legs tightened around him as he thrusted into you.

"i love you."

there was never 'too' or 'more' attached to either of your words. you weren't just saying it back to each other just to say it. both of you meant it.

and for a brief moment, a smile broke on his face. the furrowing of his brows relaxed as his thrusts stopped to press into you, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes accompanied the smile before leaning in to kiss you. the thrusts resuming mid-kiss, clenching around him as he pushed you towards your orgasm.

"john," you mumbled against his lips. "i'm–" but, he mumbled back against your lips in return.

"come on," lips pecked yours quickly before his breathing became jagged and you took it as the 'okay'. both of your moans filling the bathroom, only now did his thrusts loose a rhythm before he pressed into you again and held himself there for a few moments while you clenched around him.

pulling out of you, your legs loosened from around his waist. his hands securely grabbing at your body as your feet pressed against the tile floor. the water somewhat still warm hit your bodies, both of you standing still to let it rinse you off briefly before john reached for the knob to shut the water off.

"let's get you dried off and in bed," a rough hand cupping your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you and you grabbing at his wrist, nodding before he kissed you.

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tttthinking so hard about soft!simon who’s just absolutely enamoured w his slightly weird super smart so like,, she’s got so much stuff in her little brain about philosophy and human behaviour and animals and plants and the stars and physics and politics and poisons and animals and and and—

sometimes she starts rambling and maybe he doesn’t get it but he’s just listening and if he looks confused she starts explaining even more thus rambling even more and he can’t help but absolutely adore the sparkle in her eyes when she’s talking or the way she gets excited and starts pacing while explaining and answering any questions he might have bc it shows that someone is listening to her for the first time ever and just eeeee

soft!simon who loves his smartypants gf and looooves dumbing her down on his cock even more,, shsshshshshshh she’s barely able to talk and he’s grinning asking her questions about something she was rambling about earlier but she’s too fucked out to answer properly and he’s just teasing her abt how it just takes a little fucking for her to start drooling and barely able to talk i’m gonna die 🥴

anon, you have destroyed my brain with this one. he really is so good with her. the way he'll ask any and every question possible, even though he doesn't understand half the things she is saying in the first place. absolutely amazed by how much information is stored in her brain and is definitely a proud boyfriend when it comes to everything she does.

but there really is no sight like seeing his smartypants girlfriend beneath him, your legs pushed back on either side of you while he thrusts into you. simon's hand cupping one side of your face while his thumb brushes over plumped lips before pushing its way into your mouth.

"mhm," he hums, eyes looking down at you beneath him while soft moans spill from your mouth. lips secure around his thumb as you look back directly at him, brain trying to focus on what he's about to say or ask you. "goin' on so much about human behaviour before," he trails off, thrusts dragged out before hips press forward roughly into you. "wanna explain what makes you so fuckin' dumb the second you clench around my cock?"

and your brain can't compute a sentence, the only reaction is your lips parting from around his thumb to let out a cry as he thrusts into you. "i-i don't–" words cut short as another thrust replaces words with a cry out into the room.

"don't know?" he asks, attempting to finish your response. "thought you knew everything?" the questioning making you shake your head in response, words once again a struggle to get out as your body squirms under his. your hands grabbing for him and hips raising up each time he goes to thrust into you.

waiting for my dad to get home to he can drive me and I feel like a lover waiting for their husband who's lost at sea