#*comeback

[kimtaegis]

me with u back in my notifs

stoooop you made me giggle this is embarrassing

[tomcruisingthroughlife]

[theorist-fox]

Some more insecure Simon Riley talk, because he's precious.

18+

Word count: 1.4k

CW: nothing, just smut. Simon finds you in lingerie and has a stroke. I love him your honor.

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Simon, who is not sure what to do with himself the first time you welcome him home in nothing but lingerie.

He’s so unbelievably tired, dropping his clothes on the floor of the bedroom without even lifting his head. Mumbling apologies to you—how he’ll clean tomorrow, how he just wants to go to bed and sleep fourteen hours straight, right now. Bonus points if you hold him through the night, too.

Yet you’re not replying, but he’s seen your silhouette in the darkness; he knows you’re awake because you whispered a soft “Welcome back” when he walked in the room. His heart pounds in his chest, his palms get clammy—he thinks he’s overstepping lines by not giving you the attention he thinks you deserve.

So, as he unzips his pants, he lifts his eyes to look at you, and fuck—

You’re lying on your side, propped on your elbow, chin tucked in your palm. Perfect tits covered in sheer fabric, burgundy and black, your nipples peeking through. The soft line of your waist is bare—he follows it with his eyes until they land on your hips. Ornated lace curves around your hipbone and thins into see-through, dark fabric over your mound. Two strips of silk clasp your knickers to a pair of thin stockings that cinch the fat of your thighs, and the sight makes his mouth water.

“Welcome back,” you say once again, this time with soft amusement.

He looks like a proper idiot. Hand still on his crotch, practically feeling how his cock comes to a stand at the mere sight of you.

He gulps. Feels a little lightheaded. “F’ me?”

You smile, chuckling softly but not derisively. Simon follows your hand as you guide it over your belly, up to the valley of your breast, as if you’re there, showing the goods he can pick and taste.

“For you.”

Simon is stunned into silence again.

Fuck is he supposed to do, uh? He’d be content just looking at you lying there and looking like you came out of a magazine, instead of touching you and potentially ruining what you did just for—for him?

He must not have noticed how his whole body (aside from his cock) has gone into standby—entered sniper mode. He's quiet, breaths reduced and silent, eyes attentive and narrowed.

It's a handful of seconds that leave you uncomfortable, as your plastic pose softens, your smile faltering at the corners.

“You don’t like it?” You ask, trying to sound steady, but he picks up the nervousness in your tone right away.

He won’t let you have it, obviously. He snaps out of it and takes you in for what you are: a fucking present, on his bed, wrapped in strings and bows and lace like gift wrap.

“Shoulda guessed it was too much, maybe. Should’ve gone for somethin’ soft—"

Simon is on you in seconds. Grabs your face in his hands and smashes his lips to yours something fierce, nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. No hesitation. Simple, tangible desire. Scorching lust. Want. Need—fuck, he’s never kissed you like this.

Your eyes lose their surprise, and they slowly surrender to him—hands wandering down to help him out of his pants and briefs. And then you wrap your arms around his neck, grazing his scalp with your nails until he shivers.

Simon thought there was nothing comparable to the softness of your skin against the harder patches of scars freckling his abdomen. But he’s proved wrong when he feels the rough texture of your lace scratch his chest and his hips—it has him leaking embarrassingly quick.

He’s all lips and tongue as he races down your chest, sloppy kisses leaving a burning trail between your tits, down your belly, settling on your cunt covered by thin mesh.

Simon looks up at you, holding your thighs between thick fingers, smushing them against his cheeks. His eyes are hooded, dark, different. He tilts his head and bites into the plump flesh within reach—not enough to hurt, but sure enough to taste. Mercifully passes his tongue over the teeth marks before biting into it again, until the sting has you arching your back off the bed.

And he never breaks eye contact, which leaves you dumbfounded and flustered to the bone—because where is this confidence coming from? You’re wide-eyed and biting your own teeth in anticipation—this is all new and all the more exciting.

His kisses travel from the lines of your stretch marks up to your sex, where he doesn’t even bother moving the gusset of your knickers, and he just dives in.

Tongue flat against your cunt, drenching the sheer fabric with his spit and your moisture. Your moans are so soft compared to the sloppy mess he’s making of you down there, his insecurity blessed by a sort of beginner’s luck. Or maybe he’s just that hungry, and that is enough for your cunt flutter around nothing anyway.

You’re speechless when he finally lifts himself up, slotting his hips between your kiss-bitten thighs. His cock lands heavy on your pelvis, painting your lower belly with speckles of sheer precum. Head swollen and red right above your belly button.

You look at him wide-eyed, on your back, stock-still—anticipating his next move with your heart rate spiking.

He takes you completely by surprise (once again? In one night? Who is this man?), when he moves your knickers to the side, and instead of plunging in, he slides his cock between your folds and snaps the lace back above it. And then he starts rutting in shameless abandon, holding you steady by your thighs, letting the sheer fabric of your panties cover his tip and half of his shaft, as he runs himself back and forth over the surface of your pussy.

“M’gonna ruin it, sorry.” He croaks, as one of his hands comes to clumsily grab your tits through the lace. “So fuckin’ pretty—fuck—bloody hell, you—”

You coax him to go on with breathless moans because he’s never looked more breathtaking than he does now. Tiny drops of sweat drip from his forehead onto your belly, cheeks flushed and long lashes fanning his cheekbones. His lips yield a grunt each time the lace scratches his shaft. Your breath hitches each time the head of his cock catches your clit.

“Gonna buy ya a new one, yeah?” He grunts, looking down at the wet patch his cock is making through the lace. “Gonna buy ya fuckin’ ten.”

He’s never been this vocal, and you don’t dare to mouth a whisper in case he catches himself in the act. Not even when you cum, a short and stinging orgasm that makes your clit burn at the friction, do you dare to moan. You tilt your head back and shut your eyes, neck corded in the strain to keep it in, flushing with warmth in unbearable silence.

You think you hear his voice crack through the cotton in your ears when you come back down from your high. “Fuck—God, fuck. Wha’ a gift, eh? F’ me. All f’me.”

He pulls back a few moments later, taking his cock out of your panties and into a thick hand. A few pumps, and he cums on your lace, painting your belly and your cunt in glistening white.

He’s panting as his hand languidly comes to a halt. Chest flushed and with a thin layer of sweat over it.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, clearly dizzy—as if he needs to apologize for this. “I ruined it. I—just—gonna go grab somethin’ to—to clean y'up, wait 'ere—Jesus Christ.”

He slowly comes to stand, knees popping and legs shaking as he stumbles to the bathroom.

You look down at the spurts of cum covering your stomach and staining the lace of your panties, and then you flop your head back onto the mattress, wide eyes locked to the ceiling.

A chuckle of disbelief escapes you, still in shock from the sudden switch in behavior. And you think, when he comes back with a towel to clean the mess he’s made on your skin, that you might have to take another trip to the shop this weekend—buy yourself a new little piece.

But later, then, he falls asleep with his head on your chest, fingers lazily toying with the lace of your bra (because he’s asked you to keep it on, you know—“Like how 't feels”), and so you move up your shopping a little—already on your phone, running your thumb to skim through pinks and blues, laces and silks.

You might just order a new one right now.

It’s at that moment that he shifts in his sleep, slipping his hand under the band of your lacy bra and curling his fingers around your breast.

You change your mind.

You might just order ten.

[maxlovespigeons]

I disappear for like two months, I return, I can suddenly draw them well

[andstuffsketches]

vanity

[dreaming-medium]

Close enough. Welcome back to the mojo dojo casa house, Ken.

[thekendallkathryn]

i'm gonna smoke you up ❤️‍🔥🔥

(or: I was planning to keep going through txt.... but then the ate concept photos dropped and said WELL THINK AGAIN. and well. they just poked my favorite-things-to-draw weak spots with smoke + lino so what could I have done really)

[gongyussy]

j… jesus oppa ;____;

[danijaci]

Go crazy go stupid

[straykidsgallery]

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[junkokiu]

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[askshivanulegacy]

[jinxificada]

jinx and reader getting caught by vi🙏

hi….. first request i write.. its been awhile and this is months old but i needed something light to come back Lol

i had skibidi anon to back me up and fix some stuff to it so say “thank u skibidi anon” in the comments ☝️☝️

notes! nsfw, no tops or subs just horny teenagers, boob play, getting caught (duh). 900 wc.

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it wasn’t planned, if so you would've worn a cuter bra.

it was just supposed to be a simple hang out, gossiping about the people you know, or maybe watch a movie or some show— ugh, you didn’t even know how it started, who kissed the other first.

your limbs were tangled up on a knot, cuddling on the old cranky couch. her lips moving fervently against yours, relishing on the way you squirmed and tried to follow her chaotic pace.

“g-gods.. jinx—” you panted, breaking the kiss only for her to keep hers attached to your skin, kissing down your jaw to your neck. it tickled, it made you giggle and shiver. “… calm down.”

she mumbled in response, making strings of nonsense, she was so eager… so greedy. she’s been wanting to get her hands on you for a while now, and clearly she didn’t want to let you go.

the kisses turned into light nibbles, your head tilting back involuntarily with a low hum. you praise her with a soft caress of your fingers to her scalp.

“‘want you s’bad...” she spoke out, voice muffled against your skin, her hands feeling up your waist, to your hips. she explored every inch of your sides with her rough palms and savored your neck like a starved woman.

it was so hard for you to stay quiet, your stifled noises that could be heard across the room, you were grateful that no one was home, either way, you would’ve still needed to hold your breath to muffle the soft moans that were ringing pleasantly on jinx’s ears.

her lips trailed back up to yours and you eagerly welcomed her with your tongue out, meeting hers messily. the sound of the sloppy kiss made you feel much more filthy, the mere thought of being vulgar with jinx made you moan particularly… loud. she bit on your lower lip and pulled you towards her with a cheeky grin, making her feel so smug.

she tugged at your cute top, silently requesting. with a light huff, feigning annoyance, you took it off, you would’ve thought that she’d place her hands on your breasts in an instant.

but no, she just stared at them in awe for a long moment, it slowly made you feel self-conscious even if it was obvious that she liked them. In a failed attempt to hide them by wrapping your arms around, it made them jiggle for a bit.

then there it is— she quickly puts her hands on you, squeezing lightly as if testing the waters, your approval is silent as you lean into her touch.

she murmurs a praise with the raspy voice you’ve grown to love, acknowledging how beautiful you are before kissing you again. it was perfect, her hands, her lips, she made you feel… wanted. you were returning the feeling, fidgeting with the loose strands of her cropped shirt.

“ya want somethin’, toots?” she chuckled breathlessly, trailing her lips down your neck again. you chuckled along with her, feeling slightly embarrassed at the call out. “i wanna see you too.” you murmured, tugging at her top more firmly. she didn’t tease you much, lifting it up and off her body, leaving her chest exposed.

unlike you, she was so cheeky, cupping her right boob and pinching her nipple as your mouth watered at the sight, “fuck—“ within a second, your lips were attached again, hands caressing and groping whatever inch of flesh both of you could reach.

“like that?”

“y-yeah, just like that.”

you giggled, continuing to flick your tongue on her tit. there was a certain satisfaction in making her breathless and squirmy. the way she pulled at your hair was a bit painful, it was overcame by the pleasure of having her flavor on your mouth—though you still haven’t tasted her.

but you wouldn’t, not today.

“oh shit,” you heard a female voice, turning your head to find a pink haired girl standing by the front door with an amused smile. embarrassment hits you like a truck, bringing a furious blush on your adorable flabbergasted face as you look back at jinx. you were a tangled mess of limbs, your lips connected by a string of saliva.

“you said she wouldn’t be home in hours!” you exclaimed in a hushed voice, rushing to grab your top and cover yourself. jinx only snickered, she also had a much softer blush but there was no regret whatsoever.

you could hear the soft laughter of her sister, who was mindlessly making herself at home —obviously—, she gave you some space to get dressed as she walked over to the kitchen.

“i said i thought she wouldn’t be home in hours,“ she kept chuckling, just as amused as her sister at your obvious distress. she was kind enough to help you, though. “no need to be shy, it’s just my sis.”

you shot her a glare, before averting your eyes to not meet any of theirs as you try to fix your hair, slapping her hand when she tried to reach you again. you weren’t mortified, but it was still embarrassing. you didn’t even meet her sister formally! and this was her first impression of you, she’d think you’re—

“so, are you dating?”

[toastyyjams]

revenge

[estellarsun]

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