#idk if oc is the right thing to tag but ANYWAY

[ivymarquis]

Derailed

Pairing| Simon x Laury Rating| M Word Count| 1.1k Content/Warnings| This is my (belated; rip, I have had A Day) piece for the Valentine event hosted by @bunnyreaper, written for @starry-eyedblog!! This is not a reader insert, it is written with Laury in mind! We were gonna have more of the pet play element but the boot thing kinda kicked in and didn't wanna shake loose so I hope you don't mind Laury (and I apologize for the delay!!)

If missing Simon while he’s gone is torture (and it most assuredly is), then having him be so tangible and yet completely accessible to you is its own brand of hell.

On the one hand, Simon is home and not deployed to bumfuck nowhere, getting shot at on the other side of the world. On the other hand, he has been chained in his home office all day and your patience is rapidly wearing thin.

Meeting after phone call after phone call has kept him occupied and boredom has you sitting at his feet trying very very hard to be a good pet who is not a nuisance and lets your owner work.

But there is only so long that you can sit at his feet with your head resting against his massive thigh before ideas start swirling around in your brain. After all, you’re dressed and ready to play the second that he finally gives himself a break (Price and Laswell are rapidly climbing up your shitlist, deciding firmly that the blame lies with them).

The unfortunate part of being an officer is the paperwork that comes with it. There is a part of you that knows he is trying to burn through the pile of paperwork that is stacked in order to better be able to enjoy the time with you. Suffering through and getting it done now means that he doesn’t have to worry about it looming over him and clouding over everything the pair of you do.

But he’s been at it all day.

Something (someone- namely you) needs to break up the monotony of his day.

There is, after all, only so long he should be able to expect you to sit there at his feet. The highlight of any phone call being when his hands would pet and stroke at your head.

Those brown eyes remain glued to the desk, not at all worried about what you’re getting up to as your blue ones focus on him. You’re his good pet but at this point you’ve been pushed to the threshold of what you can handle. 

It’s not exactly better when Simon is gone, but it is easier to miss him and his affection when he’s gone. Having him so close that you can literally touch him, but being utterly deprived beyond a few placating head scratches is so difficult to deal with.

“Just a bit longer, Laury,” he murmurs as a platitude, like he hasn’t been murmuring it at you all day at various intervals.

When he’s got someone on the other end of the line you know better than to proceed with the plan that is cooking in your brain. Instead you sprawl out at his feet on your blanket, tuning out mission details that don’t concern you in the slightest (and, if we’re being honest, you really shouldn’t be in a position where you can hear it at all, but it’s not like you’re retaining any of that information. If there’s no video calls to witness your presence in the room, and you don’t make a peep when he’s on the phone- well, it’s like you’re not even there anyway, right?)

But when the silence from one phone call ending starts to stretch with the lack of another one beginning, your brain gets to thinking thoughts that perhaps you should not be thinking.

Simon’s worked so hard today, and he’s certainly earned a break by this point in the day.

Picking yourself up off the floor, you can see his attention pull from the desk momentarily, eyes roaming the exposed skin thanks to your outfit before being satisfied you were just repositioning yourself and looking back at the stack.

Silly, silly man.

After all, you’re such a good pet normally that surely he can’t begrudge you a bit of mischief every now and then, right?

Not being terribly overt to start, you are slow to move around as you go from picking yourself off the floor and shifting to straddle one of Simon’s boots. Your chin resting on his knee as your hands grab at the fabric on his thigh, it’s not exactly deliberate as you shift your weight around to settle in on him, but you quickly realize that the laces of his boot feel fantastic rubbing against you.

Oh.

It gets both you and Simon’s attention both, who stays sitting in his chair but leans back in his seat to look at you with an unreadable expression.

If he actually was displeased, you’d know about it by now. Simon is nothing but consistent, and there’s only so far of a hole he’ll allow you to dig for yourself before letting you know that he’s not happy with the situation.

Naturally, you take that to mean you’ve got carte blanche to continue on with your little plan.

You can’t help but rock your hips, the gusset of your underwear thin enough that you could feel the ridges of the laces and the hardwear as your hips cant back and forth against him. A whimper escapes you before you can control yourself (impulse control is overrated anyways, and you’ve been beyond patient today as it is).

“You’re acting like you’re in heat, puppy. That what’s gotten into you?” Simon questions in faux concern, his tone cloying as his foot shifts ever so subtly more against you.

You find yourself nodding, certainly feeling like all reason is fleeing your mind as you chase your high. That slight adjustment he made to his position has you feeling incredible as you grind against him.

“Yeah, you must be. Go on, then.” he encourages, the low timber of his voice shooting straight between your legs. You can feel your face flushing as he goads you on, skin turning pink underneath your freckles as you get close.

You’d had an entire plan in mind, one that included giving him some well earned head before hopefully getting fucked silly on the desk. Those plans are entirely derailed as you grip at his broad thigh for purchase, humping against his boot like an animal in heat. Instead, your breath catches in your throat in short pants that melt into a keening whine as your climax rushes over you.

All the tension in your body melts as you go lax, slumping against his broad legs as pleasure makes your brain go fuzzy.

Simon’s petting at you, keeping you content and preening at the contact until you’re feeling a bit more settled and even keeled.

You’re staring off centered at the wall, not particularly focused on anything when you feel him lean forward and shuffling papers again. 

Wait- no- you still have plans.

It is then you realize he’s shuffling them out of the way, not just sifting to see where he was before.

“Come on, puppy. Up on the desk you get.”

You scramble to obey.

Age in bio/pinned or I will block you ♡

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[lambentumbra]

height chart for my main ocs ‒ i still need to draw their actual clothes, but i think this is worth sharing at this point

left to right: olivandre (oli) (they/them) cameron (they/any) jules (he/him)

[gjsxj0]

mindless rambling in tags don't mind me

[myreia]

✦ R E D M A G E

Balance. The heart of red magic. She has always naturally leaned too far towards the black. Red magic offered her equilibrium at a time she desperately needed it, a backdoor to the white magic that had previously eluded her. It is with a rapier in hand, not a staff, that she feels the most clear-headed, the most grounded. The best version of herself. —level 90 compendium

[solplease]

happy holidays everyone! sorry im late haha

[7roaches]

perfectly normal simom posting

[memento-morri-writes]

This is far from my best work, but it's 1:30am, and I needed to get this down before I slept or lost my mind. So here, take a snippet of Rook seeing Zara again for the first time in 3 years.

Trying, and failing, to keep his voice from shaking, [Rook] said “Hello, Captain.” Mouth still open in surprise, [Zara] replied “Well, hello yourself.” The reality of what she was seeing seemed to hit her as she rounded the desk. “Rook, is that really you?” He nodded. “It’s me.” Zara ran towards him, stopping just short of touching him, and said “What did she do to you?” Rook’s heart stuttered and he had to brush his fingers together to confirm Sigmar’s ring was still in place. Could she possibly see through its illusion? But then he remembered what Lanny had said. She knew where you were. His throat clenched and he choked out “Two years.” A wave of grief swept across Zara’s face as she said “I’m so, so sorry.” Rook shook his head vigorously. “It’s not your fault.” Zara ignored him. “It is my fault. I failed you. As your captain, it’s my responsibility to keep you safe, and I failed you.” Rook wanted to say something, to reassure her, but she pushed on. “She sent me letters, told me all the terrible things she was doing to you. I… I let you down.” Those words hit Rook with the force of a dozen cannonballs. Lanny had said that Zara knew Wolf had him, but knowing that Zara had been aware of what Wolf was doing to him… somehow that was more painful than any wound Wolf had ever inflicted. He barely managed to force his next words out around the lump in his throat. “Where were you?” And why didn’t you come? “She said she’d kill you if I came to get you. Or if I hired anyone to get you. You’re standing here because I stopped sailing.” 

(honorary one-time tag for @space-writes bc I remember you enjoyed my other bits about Rook and Zara.)

[spagheddiesquash]

oooh theyre looking at u… furrowing their brows…. im sorry that expression is like my own dreamworks face its just really fun to draw. drew this bc i wanted to test out these cool free procreate brushes that i found on pinterest.

EDIT. reblogs >>> likes!! if u like it pls reblog so more ppl see it tyyyy

[sleepygaymerdisease]

funniest thing in my art class was presenting my sculpture and hearing the critiques while internally thinking like "um youre misgendering this object here by using he/him... you see it's actually based off of a shadow that uses she/they pronouns" like god i felt so stupid i couldnt say anyhting

[xisanamii]

liu wei featuring his homie (gay) and homie (platonic)

[aggravatedanarchy]

LOOK at my son

I would kill for you...

[camping-with-monsters]

“Keep it together, Mae. You know you’d never act upon those thoughts,

right?”

[scourgefrontiers]

taking a third shot at my evilverse by renaming it the darkverse instead..whipped up a couple stories for patoto and kinpa and man. theyre edgy!

[frick-it-sugar-spice]

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[dewwshi]

i need to draw and post more quick doodle type stuff. i'm going to get more insane (<- a promise & a threat)