Part 12! College!simon X Reader Small Ending Ughh I Gave Them The Soft Life They Deserved Especially

Part 12! College!simon x reader 🤍 small ending ughh i gave them the soft life they deserved 🥺 especially Simon. Happy simon=happy me.

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Ever since that kiss—that moment in the closet, you replayed it over and over. It was stuck in your head and you couldn’t blame yourself. The man was sweating and heaving—and the way his pupils were blown with desire, shadowed and peering into yours-

It was too much.

You definitely did yourself a nice one in bed that night, unable to hold back.

Now, at Mollys you were at the POS system, printing out a receipt. You slapped it towards a man who seemed drunk off his ass. He tipped the empty drink to you in a thanks before slamming it down.

“Thanks lady.” He gruffly spoke.

“Of course.” You say.

Just then, the door jingles. Company. Your eyes shoot up, unraveling the rag and folding it.

Simons boots thud as he walked, now in front the counter. He wasn’t dressed in his usual work attire—which would be all black, a casual wrinkled button up and some dark jeans. A button or two popped, and sleeves rolled up to expose tattoos of his own. Thick forearms.

You crane your head up, brows raised. Your skin warms as you remember that evening kiss—and your heart begins to race.

God, the mere sight of him had you raving.

“Not here for work?” You say, eyeing him. You cringe internally—did I sound too casual? You wondered, glancing away from him as you placed the rag away.

Simon’s heavy lidded eyes gazed into yours, large hand resting on his strap.

Johnny frantically yells—probably dropping something. “Bloody onion.”

You scoffed and your lips curled up momentarily.

“Come with me.” Simon says lowly, almost like a command, leaning forward slightly. His warm body brushed yours and the smell of his cologne hits your nostrils. Musky with a blend of spices, peppery.

Had he changed it? You found yourself sniffing more. Your heart races at the sound of his tone. It wasn’t a question—a command.

You knew you both needed a conversation

You glance behind the bat before saying, “If I spend time with you, you better be covering my ass next time.”

“I’ll be doin’ much more than that, sweet’art.” He teased, eyes never leaving your moving form.

The way he said that as you rounded the corner made you sputter. Your wide eyed caught his amused ones—although lips laying flat.

Simon liked these moments, though he had yet to vocalize it. The moments where he caught you by surprise.

Shifting, so he followed behind you and outside into the dark night, you two walked up the path. Cars drove by here and there and a cold wind blew. Flashlights lights and signs bounced off color.

You crossed your arms to block the wind, eyes squinting

“Here—“ Simon said gruffly.

Before you could ask, he unzipped his hoodie to reveal a thicker shirt under. Wider chest, biceps flexing and fingers working fast.

You turned your body to his—huddling for warmth. Your eyes once again filled with surprise.

“Simon, we won’t be long.” You say, cheeks warm. At least you thought you wouldn’t be. But apart of you was excited to see him offering his hoodie now.

“You’ll be complaining in a minute. Take it.” Simon said, fingers grabbing at the material to hold it up.

He passed you his bag which you held—quiet. Instead of talking, you observe his motions. His bag weighs heavy to you, but to him he could lift it with ease. And behind him the bar flashes colorfully, still alive with its metal rock music.

His taller form tilts as he wraps the hoodie around your shoulder, making sure its well fitted. Your breath hitches, its bigger and dwarfs your form.

Then, you talk.

“Thanks…” You say, in a hushed tone.

Simon stills for a second and leans in, brushing your chest with his. He watched as your eyes dart around and to grab your attention he gently tilts your chin up with a finger.

His rugged eyes bore into yours—although this time there’s something much softer to them.

“I want…I need. I need to tell you this.” Simon murmurs, as a cold chill blew. He didn’t even shiver. By the looks of it the man was a heater.

Meanwhile you grappled for the sides of the hoodie and pulled it tight.

“I’m listening.” You say, leaning in for his warmth. Your heart raced, tons of thoughts in your head. What did he want? Did he like the kiss? Judging by his reaction—he more than liked it. The damn brute was aroused.

You gulped.

He leans in too—and suddenly the moment becomes even more intimate. Your head angled—lips brushing his chapped ones. Puffs of air dancing on both your faces, the car lights illuminating strands of your hair. You had to straighten up to meet his lips.

“This…I meant it. The kiss.” Simon murmurs against your lips and it takes all of you to not kiss him there. Your heart races and you’re sure you feel his too—for such a stoic man this was new.

It captivated you.

You wanted to hear more.

You look him in the eyes now—renewed with confidence and beaming with satisfaction.

“What do you want us to be?” The words slip out softly.

“More. More than what we are.” Simon pulls you against his hard body, his hoodie slipping off your small shoulder. He adjusts it—so you could be warm, and looks at the way the sleeves fold over your hands.

If it was even more possible seeing you this way—his clothes, his hoodie, staring at him expectantly, was driving him mad.

But it was more of a tender kind of madness. A madness to hold you, feel you. To wake up beside you. To hear your complaints of the cold—to see your nose all red and cheeks flushed from it. And the way you huddled immediately to the kitchen for some warmth in the bar. He knew all your mannerisms.

He wanted more. More of it all.

“I want—“ He started hoarsely. He had never done this. His heart was racing and he sucked in a breath as a car drove past behind you.

“I want to wake up beside you. To feel you. To hear your jokes every morning as we make breakfast together.” Simon continued, finding his confidence.

Seeing your widened eyes, lashes brushing your brow and the way your lips parted—god did it drive him feral in a different way. And at every moment in class did he remember your body up against his in the closet.

But for now—he held back. He needed the moment to remain pure and gentle.

Because it was what he felt for you.

Pure, gushy, gentle feelings.

“Simon…” You say breathlessly.

“Is tha’ a yes?” Simon asks, an eager twinkle to his eyes. The sight warms your heart and if you weren’t in front of him you’d be running in circles giggling like some teenager.

That’s how he made you feel. Young again.

“Yes, Simon Riley.” You stated, breaking out into a wide grin.

Simon scoops you against him—arms wrapping tight as if you’d disappear. The man was craving you. He angled his head low so he could meet you and kissed gently—feeling flecks of snow wet him. Just like that, flurries of white fell smoothly, painting the ground in a blanket as you two kissed.

You smiled in the kiss and swayed a big—hand resting on his chest. Your eyes glittered when you opened them to look at him, absolutely entranced and captivated.

You knew you wanted a start over.

Coming here to university, meeting his team unexpectedly. A new job that paid decent, but the jokes made up for it. Now this? A relationship? It was right up your alley. Never expected it, but somehow it all changed after you met him. Your wide eyes traced all over his features.

“Simon…”

“Yes, love?”

Your heart lurches at the nickname.

“Take me home?” You ask, pleading.

“Love, your shift.” Simon reminds you—lips brushing your ear as he murmurs. He still holds you, not wanting to let you go.

You roll your eyes and scoff—before grinning up at him.

“I know. I was saying it as if we were in one of those cheesy rom com movies, ya know?”

Simon chuckles—smoothly and his lips stretch into a genuine smile. Once again your breath catches at the rare sight—drinking it all in. The way his eyes wrinkled, the neon lights illuminating his pale skin, and teeth shining. The scruff of his jaw rubbed your face when he leaned in.

“Is this the part where I shove y’er arse back in? Hm? Is that cheesy enough for you?” Simon chuckles again—and you knew you’d never forget it.

“Alright, alright. I’m going. Gotta babysit Johnny and Kyle again.” You giggle—capturing his lips once more, hands cupping his scruffy jaw.

“I’ll pick you up—sound good?” Simon whispered against your lips.

“More than good.” You respond warmly, as the snow cascaded peacefully around your huddled forms.

just imagining johnny texts simon abt something. Simon hardly responds to their group chats because he prefers to stay to himself. you know, typical simon riley. hes nursing a beer on his couch and chilling when his phone keeps buzzing.

annoyed he checks his phone and sees johnny blowing up the groupchat and kyle.

“found ur panties.” Johnny texted and took a picture of simons balaclava thrown on the bed. he left it there from one of their drunk sleepovers.

simon scowls.

he scrolls.

“the man has so many masks, he’ll find a new pair.” kyle wrote with a wink emoji.

simons eye twitches.

he goes to type, fat thumbs moving clumsily on the small screen. “i’ll pick up the baklava tomorrow.”

his phone buzzed immediately.

“baklava?” Johnny repeats.

then he sends an obnoxious voice note laughing loudly, slapping his thigh. at first simon didn’t even know what the hell that note was. he just pressed play.

“BALACLAVA.” simon types in all caps, very annoyed.

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TASK FORCE 141 🌽 L!NKS

includes: ghost, gaz, soap, price / fem!reader

note warnings under the cut.

🧢 — gaz begs to film you during sex so he can have something of you while he's deployed. (little does he know the walls are extremely thin (if there are any) and your sweet moans reverberate. now the entire team wants to meet you!)

🚬 — when john is gone on solo missions, he trusts gaz to keep an eye on you, take care of anything you need. but john is gone for quite some time, you grow extremely needy. kyle updates him...thoroughly. (and if price cums harder hearing you whine kyle's name? then that's only for him to know.)

🧼👻 — blind dates are great, right? you expect one guy but two show up and in the end you're laying in their bed, with mohawk fucking your guts out and the beefy (scary-looking at first) one playing with your tits. cw: 3some

👻 — car sex with simon because you cannot resist each other to save your life and have to run out of whatever establishment you're in to fuck.

🧼 — this is so soap coded bc i know that man's dick is huge. that's it. that's the tweet.

🚬 — price coming home is always special because he pins you down on the bed and unloads weeks of frustration of not being close to you, all the while he's kissing you and whispering filthy things in your ear. (one of them being that he heard how loud you were with kyle, should we invite him back?)

🚬 — john fucks you like this after whatever social gathering you attended because you looked too pretty in that dress. (he whispers how he wanted to rip it off of you, crowd you in a closet and stuff you full of his cock right there.)

🚬 — mornings well spent with john.

🧼 — what is supposed to be a movie night with soap ends up being a messy makeout session and then this because the man can not keep his hands to himself.

🧼 — also very johnny coded, im a fat dick soap truther

👻 — simon loves shower sex. craves the inctimacy it provides. also, your moans are louder in here because you think the water conceals them and he loves seeing your boobs mushed against the glass. link 2

🚬 — he's just missed you so much. long periods of deployment with no contact make him very needy.

👻 — you ask ghost for the mask to stay on. who is he to deny you? cw: mask kink

🧼👻 — the video you receive after you text simon that you miss them.

🧼 — johnny loooves tits. doesn't care if they're big, small, heavy, light, or whatever. he. just. loves. boobs. i will die on that hill. cw: boob worship ig

Do you have any tips about starting writing spicy content? I have a willing, supportive, and nonjudgmental beta reader, but every time I sit down to write it feels like I'm about to commit a crime. Any advice?

Edge yourself before sitting down to write.

On a slightly more serious suggestion, I feel what you're say. I get that way too sometimes. I'll have an idea in my head that I love but when I actually sit down to write it I feel like it's dirty or extreme, like I'm about to commit a crime by writing it.

This is why I say "kill the cop in your head." There are no thought police and as long as your beta is ok with it then there's no reason to worry that you're doing something wrong. Sex isn't wrong, writing about sex isn't wrong, and you're not doing anything bad by indulging in your fantasies through fiction. Sit down and write whatever you want with the intention that no one will ever see it, just get really weird and horny with it, then read it back a few hours after you finish and decide whether or not to send it to your beta. You might be surprised by how much less of a crime it feels after you've already written it.

That said, yeah if you need less impulse control and more sexual liberation to write, edge yourself. People make weird decisions when they're horny, and sometimes if I can't get a sex scene to go the way I want or I'm just like "ugh this sucks and I don't know why I'm writing it" I just listen to Badjhur audios or watch porn. Getting yourself in the mood for writing smut is the same as listening to sad songs when you're writing angst. You gotta find a way to feel the vibes.