Sunlightandprayers

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the desire to be in a relationship only comes around when you’re about to sleep, on the journey home alone, sundays, after the club, when it’s raining, winter, at the cafe, today, tomorrow and yesterday

PEDRO PASCAL SAG Awards | 2024

this is the worst my insides have felt in my entire life i’m never drinking again.

MDNI 18+

mentions of: oral sex (m) receiving, thumb sucking

oral sex with simon riley is absolutely filthy, dirty all around with spit, cum and tears. simon knew that he was a big guy, his cock heavy in his hands as he gave it a few hasty pumps, the roughness of his hands on his aching cock making him hiss slightly. his free hand tugging the back of your head, allowing him gently rubbing his leaking head over your plush lips, making them glisten with his precum. “give it yer all yeah? slobber all of it luvie.”

simon wasn’t a patient guy, roughly shoving his cock in fully with no warning making you gag as his fat tip hits the back of your throat. he was addicted to the way your warm mouth felt, your tongue swirling around his sensitive head. your mouth was stretched out to accomodate his girth, your jaw slightly sore before he pushed your head fully down, your nose nestled in between his messy pubes.

he had one criteria for blow jobs, you needed to be an absolute mess after.

wet squelching sounds filled the room as you drooled all over his cock, making a mess on your hands as it dribbled down the corners of your mouth then to your chin. “remember to breathe luvie, can’t have yer passin’ out on me.”

he fucked your mouth like it was your cunt, two of his large scarred hands fisting your hair forcing you to take his cock fully, a guttural groan leaving his lips. when he would come he wouldn’t stop, forcing you to mix your saliva with his cum as it dribbled down your chin, the clear liquid slightly milky now. “such a pretty girl makin’ a mess on me cock, havin’ fun luvie?” he cooed as he panted, his chest rising whilst beads of sweat were on his forehead.

roughly, he pulled his cock out, a loud ‘pop’ leaving your swollen lips as he did with a string of saliva that connected from his pinkish swollen head to your glossy lips. “such a good girl.” he praised lowly as he rubbed your lips with his thumb, before slipping it in. instinctively you sucked on it, your tongue swirling as he shoved it deeper.

“ yer have an oral fixation bun?”

his gaze dropped down to your neck and chest, the milky liquid now seeping in between your breasts. he raised a hand to gently smear it across your breasts, your skin glistening with the sticky liquid as simon made a silent claim. “might have to fuck yer tits if they look so pretty like that.” his voice low as he brought his hand covered with your saliva and his cum to your face, before smearing it on your cheeks. the sticky liquid coated your skin before simon gently ran it through your hair, making some parts clumped together.

“give me a big smile luvie.”

as you closed your eyes, a big toothy grin on your face tilted up, simon messily fisted his cock, sloppy wet sounds filling the room before he came all over your face. your lashes slightly glued and clumped together as he coated your face.

how will anyone compare to the fictional men i fell in love with?

simon riley who get's hurt too easily, comes from each mission with at least couple bruises, from banging some door, falling too rough, fighting in close combat with enemy, all of this leave it's mark on his pale, tender skin, marring him bluish purple, with bandages and plasters that hide blooming hematomas and tiny cuts.

he doesn't tells you about his wounds, knows you would fuss over him, thinks that it's the way they should be and that they'll heal by themselves, even through he barely can pull his body up each morning, aching, pain dulling his sleepy senses, and simon get's unlucky by meeting your worried, sleepy gaze as you look at his scarred, battered body.

simon's hoarse groans is what makes you flutter your eyes open at the early morning, and instead of sleeping face of your boyfriend, you see the wounded expanse of his half turned aside body, lighten up by the pale rays of sun, violet blooms over the yellow and blue, could be as pretty as flowers, but it's what hurts him.

you want to ask him why he didn't tell, why he suffered in silence from the time he came back home, but you see his gaze, apologetic, like one of a guilty dog, blonde eyelashes framing his eyes, tawny under the sunlight, softened at the edges with unspoken regret, so instead of scolding him like a little boy, you brush your feet along the carpet, rising to fetch a first aid kit.

simon keeps still when you treat him, pliant, looking you in the eyes, in search of your gaze, all the while you touch each of his arms, his chest and stomach, changing the bandages and cleaning each cut and bruise, tenderly, your fingers feather over his body, as he can't stop tilting, craning his neck, getting into your way as if purposefully.

you push his head away, meeting his eyes sternly, huffing, but seeing how the furrow he held to his brows all this time dissipates, a silent exhale leaving his chapped lips when your irises meet in an exchanging gaze, you know he tried to make sure you didn't cried, didn't troubled your mind because he got wounded, because it's pains him to think his actions hurt you.

simon nuzzles his head against your chest, your hands, busy with treating him, now squeezed by his chest, the one that rumbles with a disgruntled growl as you try to free them, until they don't wrap around his body, brushing, rubbing against his naked back, over the rippling muscles, as he squeezes you tighter, listening to your soothing, comforting whispers.

main masterlist. quidelines.

ok but Ghost who realizes how much his size turns you on and then can’t keep himself from emphasizing it whenever you’re around. Spreads his thighs when he’s sitting to take up more space. Rolls his shoulders back and straightens to his full height when you walk through the door (his posture is already military-grade, but it’s that last infinitesimally small, casual slouch that disappears when you’re in the room in favour of emphasizing his height). Starts wearing shorter sleeves or rolling up his sleeves to show off the pronounced muscle of his forearms. Whenever it’s just the two of you, he always has a hand on you somewhere, showing you how much space his hand takes up on you, how much of you he can fit in his palm.