Simon Riley kisses with everything he has—everything he is. He leaves you breathless long before his lips ever touch yours. Gently running his fingers through your hair, or cupping your face with one hand, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. His honeyed brown eyes are so full of life as they stare into yours and it feels like he’s picking apart your soul just with his gaze. Just before you get the chance to break the tension, find some relief, he does it for you, closing the expectant space between the two of you. His lips part deliberately, gently slotting between yours with careful, practiced ease because he wants it to be perfect for you every single time.

Simon Riley kisses with nothing short of perfection; maybe it’s the military in him that makes him need to perform flawlessly, or maybe it’s the way you look at him like he’s human that makes him want to cherish you, convince you—or himself, though he’d never admit it—that he can make you happy. He’s obsessed with you, the softness of your lips, the taste he craves on a long, grueling mission. Perhaps that’s why he devours you when he comes back home, kissing you like his life depends on it, because it does. He suckles on your bottom lip like a newborn to its mother’s breast—you’re his life source and he’s drinking you up. You nourish him and don’t even realize it until he’s cradling the back of your head, pulling you in impossibly close.

Simon Riley refuses to pull away first, a low whine escaping his throat when you do part. You pant, desperate to catch your breath but all too willing to let him steal it again as his tongue slides into the gap of your mouth, running along your teeth. He’s uncaring of the sloppiness, immune to the feeling of slobber running down his chin. All that matters is you and every inch of that perfect mouth that tells him you’re his. No matter where his hands are initially, they’ll wind up beneath your shirt, trailing up your back and tracing mindless patterns on your soft skin. The skin that reminds him that there is a life worth living, even if you’re the only one that cares—and care, you do, in the way you suck his hungry tongue into your mouth, just as eager as he is.

Simon Riley, who was so afraid to love, finds it hard to adore you with anything less than his entire heart.

Say what you want but I reckon that the kindest, most beautiful, kinda most badass, and definitely most downright fucking romantic line in the whole Six of Crows duology will always be…

‘I can read to him.’

a proud uncle 🥹

Last time people were requesting the Solass, here it is AH

dad!steve x mom!reader thots below

I think Steve would be an absolute nervous wreck w his first kid. helicopter dad to the maxxxx. don’t speak to me or my infant daughter ever again without dousing yourself in hand sanitizer before interacting w/us. snobbiest dad in the pick up line. no she can’t HAVE that kind of candy she’s ALLERGIC to red dye 3. babe yes she is remember her ears got kind of hot last time she had a Snickers??

he’s delusional and in love w/her and she’s got him wrapped around her finger from day one ☝️ falls for her charm every time. it’s an inherited Harrington trait, she bats her eyelashes and gets what she damn well pleases.

and thennnnn your second baby is a breeze. easy delivery easy baby stages an absolute delight, and suddenly there’s balance in life and Steve just chills out. aaalllll the way. even Robin is impressed with him. they’re at a park one day with the two girls, and Robin goes hey Steve. Uhhh. your eldest rascal is trying to balance on the metal balancing beam. over some bark chips. ur not gonna intervene, for real???

and Steve (with his youngest snuggled in a baby bjorn on his chest. and sunglasses up in that nest of hair. and he’s wearing tight Levi’s btw. just for visuals. needed you to know.) checks his watch and goes yeah if she starts doing kick flips off it let me know. she landed a back hand spring the other day it was dope 😎

sometimes it takes two (well, three, including you) to smooth out that lingering fear of being a bad dad. like ah yes this is me in my natural form. of course I will love them better than anyone else has ever loved me because I have so much of it to give!!!!

last post of the night, but again: m’gann and dick’s friendship is smth that can be so personal to me

Okay but now I have another cute little Hc about Steve always pulling out his wallet and running to the nearest store whenever anyone in the party mentions even the littlest thing that interests them but with Eddie it’s gotten a little bit overboard. Eddie will mention how he saw something in the mall in passing and says how he thought it looked cool, not really hinting at any form of wanting it. In Steve’s ear all he hears “Eddie likes, Eddie gets.” That explains why Eddie has so many gifts from Steve even though he never asked for any of them and honestly it’s just Steve’s way of making Eddie used to him spoiling him.

Wayne Family Adventures #65

WHOLESOME DAY TODAY FOLKS

Link’s smile is so precious 🥲

Rhett’s hugs must feel so warm 🥹

Thank you for your work and contribution to Mythical, Morgan Morgan! We’re all going to miss you! 🤍

nymphia: wins

jane: lies directly on top of her

The sweetest moments with the sweetest baby 😭❤️

PUPPIES!!

too much cute

Pleaseee! (Im Mexican so my English is pretty broken, sorry) imagine Dream’s reaction at reader being a virgin, like in every single way (has never kissed anyone before, never dated anyone and never had sex with anyone else)

No need to apologize! Your English is perfect!

I just want to scream into the abyss at this idea! Dream would be so surprised at first only to be very sweet and attentive with you

You glanced away from Dream. Your small confession still lingered in the air between the two of you. Dream was stunned a little. You hadn’t experienced anything romantic or sexual: no first kiss, no dates, and definitely no sex.

You crossed your arms, hating the silence. “I … I just thought you should at least know.”

Dream nodded slowly, “And I thank you for sharing such personal information.”

Your cheeks started to feel hot, and your whole body was tense. God, this was embarrassing.

“May … may I ask why?”

“It just never happened,” you sighed heavily. “Life went one way for me I guess.”

Dream slowly approached you. He gently cupped your cheek, making you look at him. “There is no need to be embarrassed or upset. We can take it as slow as you want.”

You leaned your head into his palm. Any and all tension melted away. “Thank you.”

He kissed your forehead, and a warmth spread over you. “You’re welcome, my dear.”

I’m home.