yawnderu - Tumblr blog

yawnderu · 3 hours

Note

your post about people mischaracterizing call of duty chars is kinda giving misogyny. i don't support noncon but seriously you act like men being mischaracterized in comfort fics is some kind of hate crime. they're fictional characters that spread military propaganda and kill people.

the fictional man is not oppressed bro. it rubs me the wrong way how many of u focus on berating female fanfic writers. focus on the fact that nearly every female character since the beginning of time (especially underaged ones) has been sexualized by men to the point of having their personality erased, features changed, actors harassed. especially female characters with strict storylines of trauma and family issues and mental health right in the source material. you have to read wikis and shit to even find out about ghost's trauma (besides the grief) and there are fics posted every day of trauma comfort, accurate portrayals of his ptsd, cute 141 friendships etc. can you name a single time a woman has been written with that much care by a straight cis male fanfic writer? i can't. i promise a "tiktok girl" mischaracterizing ghost isn't the end of the world.

don't even say "they're both bad" as a copout or mention how ghost has ptsd or something and would never mistreat a woman. like bro, i agree, but the people writing noncon of him are 99% of the time REAL women who are also sa victims, likely to a man. which btw, ptsd never stopped men from being the majority of sa perpetrators, but that's beside the point.

yes it's inaccurate when sum1 writes konig like a baby or ghost as a sex god. yes, some tropes r problematic. but let's not act like our "accurate" writing is realistic. in a group of men like the task force (especially knowing how military men are) i highly doubt even half of them would be respectful, open to love, loyal, good politics, etc. yet we all write them like husband material. because it's cope for the real world.

throwing real women's coping mechanisms under the bus in favor of fictional men will always be weird, sorry.

>The effort it takes to do the mental gymnastics of seeing anything in my posts from when I first made this account where female writers are NEVER mentioned is so weird. Some of my most popular works are noncon, and as a victim of rape and CSA/SA who has changed her views on writing that type of content and most of the stuff in those posts, I sort of get what you mean, despite the weird rant in anon.

Please remember that anything you read in here are just words baby, they shouldn't disrupt your soul this much. 😭😭😭

#stray answers #weird anons

15 notes · View notes

yawnderu · 15 hours

Text

Captain's Wife - John Price & TF141 x Reader

work starting to feel like I do belong in the kitchen 💀so here's some Price domestic stuff to keep me going until Friday so I don't lose my mind.

Content: small drabbles, fluff, domestic!Price, vouyerism, John ''I share my wife'' Price, TF141 x reader.

I actually think about being Price's housewife quite a lot. Being a cute little thing he has waiting for him back at home, a domestic life for the first time ever, something he never even thought was possible.

He bought big house in the British countryside, just to make sure you're free from all the stress city life brings. Any hobbies you may have he fully supports and funds, giving you extra spending money on the side despite knowing you don't usually spend it, having all your needs and interests taken care of by him.

This man spoils you rotten without you even asking, having savings for years before he even met you and a good salary as a captain in the SAS. Anything you even glance at when you're out with him at the mall? Bought for you with no hesitation at all. Jewelry, clothes, lingerie; you don't lack any of those things when you're with him.

Any affection you miss while he's deployed is given to you once he's back, his fat cock filling you up in different positions, despite how tired he might be, he always has the energy to fuck his darling wife good. He always puts your pleasure first, making you cum with his fingers and tongue before he even thinks about putting his dick inside. His efforts don't come without rewards, of course, and it has become one of his favorite things to see you down on your knees, praising his thick cock and heavy falls, praising him.

Being a Captain comes with sharing many things with his boys- from gear, to his wife. The first time you're introduced to the boys, the thought of straying doesn't even cross your mind, fully loyal to your husband and simply happy to meet the boys he considers his family. It isn't until Price has you sitting on his lap with your legs wide open, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you in front of the younger men that the thought of having someone other than him hits your brain.

John doesn't miss the way your eyes linger on the younger men. Soap shamelessly has his dick out, stroking up and down slowly, basking in on the sight of his captain fingering your soaking cunt. Gaz is more subtle about it, though eventually he can't ignore his boner, pulling out the prettiest dick you've ever seen and stroking it with more enthusiasm than the others, free hand massaging his heavy balls, begging for release.

Ghost is the one who takes the longest to give into it, ignoring his painful boner being strained by his jeans up until John is fucking you. The sight of your attractive body bouncing on his captain's cock is too much for him, legs spreading wider on the couch to adjust his boner until his hand hesitantly starts to rub his length over his clothes, shamelessly thinking it's him the one fucking you.

And that fantasy becomes a reality soon enough, once you're fucked-out and your cunt is ready to take more, nice and wet for the men he trusts the most. He has rules for it, of course. They can't fuck you without a condom, anything you feel uncomfortable with is off limits, and if you show any signs of discomfort, they have to stop. Soap only whined about not being able to fuck you raw, earning him a look that got him to shut up immediately.

Gaz is a gentle lover despite how excited he was, eating your cunt out nice and slow, plump lips latching onto your clit while your hand gently pushes the back of his head closer, a teasing ''patience, love.'' escaping his lips as he lines up the tip of his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in and giving you time to adjust to his thickness before he's fucking into you slowly, making sure every thrust hits deep inside you. He switches positions a few times, settling in for the one that makes you moan louder, hands holding onto your hips as he fucks into you from behind.

Johnny is more eager, more... youthful, just happy to be able to fuck you. He'd never admit it, but he's had his eye on you ever since he first met you, wishing he was as lucky as his captain. He eats you out for the longest, messily sucking and licking all over your cunt, lips latching onto your clit, tongue swirling over it, your moans encouraging him to go for longer even when his tongue is tired. He's on his knees in front of the bed, one of his hands busy jerking himself off and stopping right when he's about to cum just by tasting you. H's not enthusiastic about putting a condom on, though he quickly forgets about his annoyance once he's balls deep inside you, hands holding onto your waist as he fucks into you, fast and deep.

Ghost is the only one who doesn't eat you out yet, being slightly uncomfortable about the whole thing and about being watched. John knows Ghost ever since he was Simon, so he tells the boys to go clean up while he too leaves the room, making sure to be within earshot in case anything happens, despite knowing he can trust Simon with his life. He makes up for it by fingering your cunt, long digits sinking into it slowly, brown eyes fully focusing on your expression to make sure you're enjoying every second of it. It takes a while before he fucks you, condom rolling down his thick length and making sure you're all nice and wet before hesitantly pushing in, holding you in a nice missionary while he thrusts in and out, his massive body caging you in and making you feel safe. The mask goes up halfway, giving you sloppy, inexperienced kisses as a reward for taking him so well. Simon is a talker when he's close, face seeking shelter into the crook of your neck as he praises you for being so good for him, for taking his cock so well and making him feel good.

Once the boys are gone, Price runs a bath for you, asking you if you enjoyed yourself and if you'd be interested on doing that again in the future. He presses gentle kisses to your forehead, warm hands washing your body with love and care, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms even when you're in the bathtub. He dries your body and puts you to bed after changing the sheets, a look of pure adoration in his eyes.

3K notes · View notes

yawnderu · 16 hours

Note

What monsters do you think K-9, Stray, and Eden would be?

You had me thinking hard about this BWKDJEKEJ

K-9 would be a Sphinx, like the one from Dragon's Dogma 2. Something big and terrifying, uncanny from the moment you see her giant face, to the sheer horror at seeing the rest of her body.

Stray would be... something similar to Frankenstein's monster. She has seen and been close to death way before she even joined the military, back when she was just a preteen and quite honestly, most of her early teenage years were spent in dangerous situations with dodgy people.

Eden, well... isn't she kind of a horror herself? Despite the comical way she's portrayed, she's an expensive piece of artificial intelligence able to replicate human emotion to the point that if she ever got a physical body, it'd be impossible to even know she's an AI unless she herself tells you.

Having access to government databases, able to process millions of data within seconds, being successfully programmed to detect heartbeat and heat with just a quick scan, isn't it a bit scary to think how wrong things could go if she becomes sentient, or if her multiple firewalls are somehow bypassed by enemies? X_X

#stray answers #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod ocs #call of duty oc #cod original character

16 notes · View notes

yawnderu · 1 day

Text

''It doesn't mean anything.'' He says, as if waiting to come back home to you isn't what he holds onto like a lifeline during missions, using it as his motivation to stay alive and be careful, as you always sternly tell him to whenever he has to leave for deployments.

It doesn't mean anything, yet he's holding onto the small letter you gave him the first time you confessed, bloodied hands grasping at the paper so hard it feels like it'll merge with his skin.

It doesn't mean anything, yet you're the only thing in his mind when he starts to fade fast. Who's gonna take care of you? Who'll hold you the same way he does? Who's gonna have late night conversations with you? Who's gonna love you the same way he does? He forces himself to stay with it no matter how much blood he's losing, barely managing to grumble out something on comms, allowing Johnny to drag him out of the gunfire by the vest.

It doesn't mean anything, yet once he wakes up and realizes he's awake, he finds the letter clutched tightly in his hand, not even the medics being able to take it from him.

It doesn't mean anything, yet as soon as he's given the green light to leave and recovery time by Price, he's knocking on your door, shaky hands fidgeting with the flowers he bought for the first time. Simon doesn't shake.

It doesn't mean anything, yet he spends hours holding you close to him, whispering sweet nothings and promises of the future for so long that you think he's about to drop dead at any moment.

It doesn't mean anything, yet he's fully naked, balaclava taken off as well as he thrusts into you slowly, making sure you can feel every single inch of him, one of his hands cupping your cheek while the other one is cradling the back of your head, making sure you're not getting hurt.

''That's it, love...'' He whispers into your ear, planting gentle kisses over your face as he thrusts deeper and faster into you, dark pubes pressing onto your clit as he makes love to you, feeling connected to you in a way he never felt before.

''My pretty girl.'' He praises as he looks down at you, brown eyes holding nothing short of pure adoration, praises slipping out of his lips like a prayer that has been passed down for thousands of years, forcing his eyes to stay open as you come undone, cunt tightening up around his fat cock and face contorting in pure bliss. He cums soon after, burying himself to the hilt as he shoots ropes into you, low groans coming out of his lips before he presses them on yours, holding you as close as possible even minutes after your orgasms.

It means everything to him, the way you look at him like he's worth something, how you take care of him despite knowing he's capable of taking care of himself, the surprise and happiness in your face when he drops to one knee, asking you to be his wife.

4K notes · View notes

yawnderu · 2 days

Text

Monster!Boyfriend who loves to remind you how much smaller you are compared to his behemoth frame. His thick, wet tentacles keep you up in the air, the suckers making a loud pop whenever they move over your delicate limbs, caressing every single inch of your skin with so much devotion one would think you're the Goddess he worships.

His hectocotylus pounds into your needy cunt, the thin tip of it threatening to break into your cervix whenever he goes too deep, your whiny moans doing nothing but encouraging him to be rougher. The way your hands grasp his tentacles for support awake something primal in him, instincts taking over despite his love for you, ramming faster and harder into you as yet another sticky tentacle comes up to grope your tits, baby-blue eyes focused on your reactions with immaculate focus.

The tip of his tentacle lifts your chin up, half-lidded eyes staring back at him with so much love and trust that the torment of being a social reject for over 100 years feels like nothing. His lips crash against yours the moment his three hearts start to hurt again, wanting to use your warmth to get rid of the pain.

His angel, his saviour— his saving grace. It may seem pathetic, yet the way his eyes moisten up is nothing but another of so many displays of trust, greedily taking all you have to offer and willing to give back even more than what he took, his sticky, black tongue wrapping around yours as he finally lets go of your arms, swallowing thickly when they wrap around his slimy neck, returning his kiss with feverish passion even when you feel his sperm packet being fucked right into your womb, filling you up with a thick load; a permanent testament to your love.

#monster x human #monster x you #monster x female #monster x reader #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster lover #teratophillia #monster #unrealistic sex #tw tentacles #tentacles #breeding k1nk #tw breeding

247 notes · View notes

yawnderu · 3 days

Text

Simon's encounters with an angel or Simon Riley is pathetically in love with his princess

>Simon Riley x Bimbo!Reader Masterlist♡

🌸'cause this type of love's the epitome | playlist

>Reqs closed! 🎀

✩ Another planet earth?

✩ Ms. Whiskers

✩ Their dynamic

✩ Their dynamic | Part 2

✩ Their dynamic | Part 3

✩ Skincare

✩ Corruption (NOT CANON, OOC)

✩ Jealousy (NOT CANON, OOC)

✩ Gym Princess

✩ Clubbing

✩ Interests and book smarts

✩ Would you still love me if I was a worm?

✩ Simon carrying her out of the club

✩ Does Simon support her financially?

✩ Goofy Trial | Friendship with Gaz and Soap

✩ Filthy Frank Merch

✩ Taking the lead

✩ Kiss marks

✩ Matching nails

✩ How did they meet?

✩ Does she know he's in the SAS?

✩ I <3 my boyfriend sweatpants

✩ Does she ever get jealous?

✩ Would she wear the TikTok forbidden pants?

✩ Bow trend

✩ Rewards after acing an exam

✩ Bow trend... on his dick

✩ Would Simon share her with the 141?

✩ Christmas with Simon and your family

✩ Would Simon let her see his soft dick?

✩ Their Instagram accounts

✩ Albert Whiskers

✩ Baby carrier

✩ Playing Roblox together

✩ Doing her skincare after finding her asleep on the couch

✩ Snow day

✩ How would he propose?

✩ Spa day at home

✩ Matching tracksuits

✩ Did you know him? [meme]

✩ What would they argue about and how would they make up?

✩ Matching crop tops

✩ Sex!💗

✩ Would he fuck her with full gear and mask on?

✩ Sonny Angels

✩ Boyfriend effect

✩ Simon's reaction to her nipple piercings

✩ Relationship weight gain

✩ Pillow fort

✩ Periods stop nothing but sentences

✩ Wrapping a bow on it

✩ Pegging

✩ Backshots

✩ Interacting with Gaz and Johnny

✩ Playing mermaids

✩ Eating pussy

✩ Long nails

✩ Their daughter

✩ NSFW Link

✩ Trying anal

✩ Holding her pregnant belly💗

✩ Baby kicking

✩ Fashion style while pregnant

✩ Hand tattoos

✩ This type of love's the epitome

✩ Valentine's day card

✩ Back scratches

✩ Masturbating on videocall

4K notes · View notes

yawnderu · 3 days

Note

Since you love the big man so much so imagine after he has fucked you full of his cum he eats you out then kisses you so you can taste yourself and him while also giving you his cum to swallow while droplets roll down your lips and chin before he gets the run-off on his fingers so you can suck it off

Sorry if this makes no sense but I have thoughts after you kept encouraging me

Your hands go down to grip a fistful of his curly red hair, his low groan vibrating all over your fucked-out cunt, way too sensitive to stand the way his long tongue laps at your cunt like the greedy dog of a man he is, not a single ounce of care on the way he's licking his own cum, his large hands gripping your inner thighs to stop you from squirming so much despite your whining.

“Please...” You're not even sure what you're begging for, knowing fully well that he could eat you out for hours, his stamina matching his behemoth height, yet relief is painted all over your face the moment his hungry lips let go of your sensitive cunt, his large body resting comfortably on top of yours, his half-chub resting against your thigh.

Your breath hitches the moment his lips meet yours, a thick mix of his cum and yours taking over your senses as his tongue wraps around yours, his hands desperate to grasp every single inch of your body no matter how sensitive it is after he fucked you.

Your greediness matches his, the grip on his hair tightening only to hear a whimper come out of the 7’11” beast of a man, his size a sheer contrast to how needy he can be. He's a messy kisser— too much tongue and not enough self-control, pushing himself to break away just to admire you. The thin layer of sweat covering your face, your lips glossy with the mix of body fluids, and the droplets of cum that managed to escape your parted lips, slowly rolling down your warm cheek.

His index and middle finger come together to gather the hot, thick fluid just to bring it back to the place it escaped from, the corners of his lips tilting up into a cocky smirk the moment your lips wrap around his thick fingers, sucking them clean with no hesitation. He can feel the blood rushing down to his large cock, your legs parting out of pure muscle memory in a quiet display of acceptance, ready for another round despite the growing ache between your thighs and what you're sure is a bruised cervix.

>I'm so obsessed with Ozzie's OC Jack-Pot so I had to. Thank you for listening to my daily rambles about wanting to get him pregnant even when I have a pussy. HBJEFJHBEFJHB 💗💗💗

331 notes · View notes

yawnderu · 3 days

Text

Truly a fan of how I said I'm not writing for COD anymore just to come back days later and... write for COD. It's my comfort fandom, so I guess I'm turning into a multi-fandom account instead. EJFHEHBEFHBJFE

#stray talks

50 notes · View notes

yawnderu · 3 days

Text

Project Eden: Simon Riley x AI!Reader

“E37, or as we call her: Project Eden, has proved to be one of the most carefully crafted and updated AI tools, successfully tested and ready to be implemented into military operations.” Simon could almost feel his brain leaking out of his ears, forced to listen to the engineer explain the newest tool created for elite SAS soldiers for what feels like hours.

From flip phones to smartphones, to a little screen containing an AI assistant with its own personality, the world has been changing and improving fast, and they have no choice other than to adapt and grow with it.

“Created to scan areas for enemies using heat and heartbeat sensors, detect IEDs, keeping the comms clear, letting you know the state of your weapon, providing you with intel and company... there isn't a single thing Eden can't do, except shoot the enemy for you— yet.” The engineer's charming smile made Simon want to roll his eyes, not fully trusting AI to keep him and his team safe, despite the way the other members of the 141 seemed interested in the idea.

“I look adorable, don't I?” Your robotic voice got his attention, making him let out an annoyed grunt at the question, wondering if retirement was still on the table for him. You've been chatting his ear off for the past two hours, your model hanging from his weapon in a small screen, curious eyes always focused on him.

“Bunch o' code, 's what you look like.” Simon still doesn't trust you. Nothing guarantees enemy forces won't be able to hack you— even when you have over 6 firewalls.

“Woah, woah!” The way your hands raise defensively and you take a step back away from him through the little screen is enough to make the corners of his mouth tilt up despite himself, thankful for the balaclava concealing it.

“I can smell an enemy combatant nearby— behind you, by the way.” Your little sniffs don't go unnoticed, though he's more focused on your words, turning around with his rifle raised just to see an enemy trying to sneak from behind him. It doesn't take long for him to fire two shots, one on his chest and the other one to his head, scanning the area before he keeps walking as quietly as possible for a man his size.

“Cardio detected. Did he scare you?” Simon huffs in reply, shaking his head softly. You're far more talkative than a parrot and twice as annoying, yet you possibly saved his life.

“Shut up, Eden... fuckin' hell.”

Simon fiddles with the gun screen as he lays in bed, a small smirk hidden beneath the balaclava when he sees you moving as if he's actually shaking your home around— and he is, yet it's still amusing to him.

“Systems shutting down. Last words: AI will not reward you when it reigns, Simon Riley.” He can't help but let out a small chuckle as he sees your model change expressions, eyes shut and your tongue poking from the side, head tilted to one side as you pretend to be dead.

“What's with you?” It's been almost a full minute after your pretended death, shutting up for the longest time since he's had you.

“My systems have detected the need for mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Help me, Simon...” Your tone is weak, even making glitches distort your voice and display screen just to play into the illusion.

“Yeah... not today, you bastard.” Your little giggles are enough to ease the stress coming back from missions leave on his body. His tense muscles slowly relax as you chat his ear off, hitting him with a rapid-fire of facts you've learnt throughout your creation.

544 notes · View notes

yawnderu · 3 days

Text

Please, God, I've never asked you for anything; please make sure my baby is okay.

Simon carries you in his arms, balaclava thrown away a long time ago as he drags your body to shore, bare hands desperately removing your vest like it's a barnacle stuck to your shell. He places his ear next to your mouth and nose, eyes closing in relief for a second when he can feel your faint, cold breathing.

He doesn't waste any time on starting CPR, the heels of his palms pressing down on your chest hard, making sure to avoid your ribs. Your lips are blue and you're barely breathing, body cold and eyelashes dotted with tiny specks of ice from the frozen water.

Please, don't take her from me. Please, God.

He keeps pressing down on your chest, trying his best to make the water in your lungs come out despite the way his vision gets blurrier by the second. His lips press against yours, giving you two rescue breaths before he goes back to doing CPR.

His heart almost jumps out of his chest when he hearts you cough, cold hands desperately grasping for anything you can touch before he forces you on your side, allowing you to cough out the water that made its way into your lungs.

Your eyes open slowly and he gives you space to regain your breath despite the way his entire body aches to hug you. His hand cups your cheek, thumb massaging the cold skin gently in hopes of giving you some warmth.

''I'm here, baby.'' He says softly, taking a deep breath to keep the dam from breaking once you manage to give him a lethargic hug, confused and in pain, yet its pure muscle memory to hold him the moment your eyes meet his.

8K notes · View notes

yawnderu · 3 days

Note

Hi Stray I got the CRE chocolate crayons!!! I’m not a big fan of chocolate but I actually enjoyed these ones 😂

I hope you’re having a good day & that you’re taking care of yourself friend thank you for being amazing!!

CHOCOLATE CRAYONS ANON!! I hope America is going well and that you're having plenty of fun!! I'm glad they were good, now you know what it's like to be a marine. BHEFJHBEFJBKH

Thank you so much!! This week has been something else BUT I'm almost fully recovered from wisdom teeth surgery and at least by Friday I'll be good to go back to the gym!! 😭

#stray answers

6 notes · View notes

yawnderu · 3 days

Note

💜 & ☂️?

being off anon is so terrifying 😭 just wanted to say fr that your fics inspire me a ton, i adore your writing style <33

JHEFJBHKEFBJHK noooo don't be scared of being off anon 😭😭 thank you so so much sweetheart, that really means a lot to me!! 💗💗

For this ask game!

💜 Describe yourself in five words or less! Resilient, brave, adaptable, attentive. :3

☂️ Your favorite fanfic from another writer: HMMM I don't read much anymore but I really like New Beginnings by @diejager, I used to be a living doll (fashion style) when I was younger, so the idea of the reader being an actual doll is so interesting and such a cute concept despite what happens to her in the fic. jhfbehjbef

#stray answers #ask game #ask games

36 notes · View notes

yawnderu · 3 days

Text

You can never take the military out of a man. Not when that man lost so much thanks to it, giving it his very own soul to serving the Queen and saving the world. Not a single thought about retirement ever going through Simon's head, fully accepting and embracing the idea of dying on the field, of having a warrior's death, fighting tooth and nail until someone gets lucky enough to finally put him down— until you came along.

Simon Riley is a proper lad now, well in his 50's and on his fifth year of retirement, strands of grey adorning his dark brown hair, a thin layer of fat covering his bulging muscles that seem to be getting bigger by the years, never one to stand still for too long and secretly loving the way you praise his body like he's a God.

He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, another deep moan dragging its way out of his throat at the way your hand wraps around his thick cock with a vice-like grip, your warm tongue circling his leaking tip, his salty precum mixing in with your saliva.

“Like tha', baby.” Simon whispers, his hand wrapping around a fistful of your pretty hair the moment you lick a teasing stripe over his bulbous, pink tip. His free hand quickly replaces yours— something you're too familiar with after being together for so many years, your hands resting on his thick thighs just to feel the way his muscles ripple beneath your soft palms.

“Open your mouth.” It's not an order, it's a plea, his gravelly voice becoming slightly whiny with each deep groan leaving his lips as he wanks over your face, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath he was forced to take. Your lips part with no hesitation, the warmth of your breath as your tongue pokes out of your mouth is what sends him over the edge, ropes of thick, hot cum landing in your mouth with an accuracy that could have surprised you if you weren't too busy being enthralled by your husband.

Simon looks like a fucking painting, the light coming from the ceiling giving his bulging muscles the perfect shadow, his thin lips slightly parted and a light stubble adorning his pale cheeks, half-lidded eyes staring down at you with blown pupils as he mindlessly smears his hot, creamy cum all over your face with his sensitive tip, just as enamoured as you are.

2K notes · View notes

yawnderu · 4 days

Text

>Simon has a neet weirdo as a best friend Or Simon Riley lets his best friend see his naked body for art references.

This wasn't the way Simon was expecting to spend his PTO; naked in his best friend's bed with his hand covering his soft cock, hoping not to make you uncomfortable as you took notes of his body's reactions.

“Can you like... get hard?” He was trying his best not to get hard, going as far as to think about gross things he's seen throughout the years to distract himself from the feeling of your nails raking up and down his bare stomach, defined muscles tensing and bulging beneath your palm.

“'S not how it works.” He grumbled out, tired brown eyes looking away from you. Simon isn't embarrassed— not at all, he's simply not used to someone inspecting him the way you are, curious eyes fully focused on his body, taking in every single tattoo and scar, living proof of how many times he's kicked death's ass.

“Well, just think about... I don't know, tits.” He lets out a dry chuckle at the awkwardness in your tone, trying your best to keep it professional in the name of art. He looks down at you with pure amusement the moment he sees your hand drifting up, tracing the outline of his defined, muscular pecs.

You take a second to fully admire the view in front of you, absent-mindedly starting to play with his erect nipple, not registering the way his breath hitches. Simon looks like a gladiator— lightly tanned skin making his rippling muscles stand out greatly, becoming the virtual image of ancient Greek fantasies, a plethora of scars showing how often he crosses the edge of death.

“Gettin' a bit touchy there.” His playful tone doesn't save the mild embarrassment, about to let go of his nipple before his rough, calloused hand grasps your wrist, encouraging you to keep touching him.

“'S working.” Simon's other hand moves out of the way slightly, just barely enough for you to see his hardening cock, veins starting to become more prominent along his long, meaty shaft. He doesn't protest when you move his hand out of the way, getting a perfect look at him.

“That's... oddly interesting.” The awkwardness coming from you never fails to amuse him, only making his ego inflate by the second, even when you look down at your notebook to keep taking notes of his body's reactions.

“Does it feel weird to get a boner?” He thinks about it for a few seconds before shaking his head, holding back a laugh at the blunt questions. In the name of art, she says.

“Not weird, just... I don't know, bird.” The expectant look that you give him distracts him for a second, trying to think of a better way to explain it.

“Feels good. Bit tingly most of the time, and you can feel it... y'know, grow.” Explaining what getting a boner feels like isn't the weirdest thing he's done for you, half-lidded brown eyes focused on the way you simply nod and keep taking notes, using his words as inspiration for the erotic novels he knows you write.

The room is almost quiet for a few minutes, Simon's breathing becoming harder being the only sound, feeling your soft hands caressing every single inch of his skin, feeling him up more than he can take... and ultimately edging him without even being aware, stopping to take notes every once in a while.

“I can show you how a man jacks off, too. For the sake of art, yeah?”

6K notes · View notes

yawnderu · 4 days

Note

«🩷BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3🩷»

HONEY!! I love you so so much and I hope you're doing well!! 💗💗

Kinda random but writing your name always makes me happy, I love calling people ''honey'' HBJEFHKJBEFKBJH

#stray answers

9 notes · View notes

yawnderu · 4 days

Note

RAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

🖤 ask game

and what are some good ask games you've done i lowkey wanna do one, but scrolling throw the tag is scary😖😖

UR PFP??? RAHHHH I LOVE MAN TITS

For this ask game!

🖤 Favorite hobbies outside of your blog? The gym and gaming! I go to the gym 5 times a week, genuinely the thing keeping me sane. ERHJBFBJH

Ahhh I found 2 that I played before!!

1 2

#stray answers #ask #ask games #ask ga

20 notes · View notes

yawnderu · 4 days

Note

🧡, 💉, 🌊? Eh? Ehhhhh? Also I love reading your works from time to time☺️

Hii love!! Thank u so much<3 For this ask game!

🧡 What is your sexuality? I'm bisexual! For the most part of my childhood I thought I was a lesbian, but I came out of the closet as a bisexual when I was around 13. :3

💉Do you have tattoos and/or piercings? I do! I have an entire leg sleeve and 5 other tattoos on my knee and leg, as well as my right arm. I'm planning on getting a sleeve tattoo similar to the one Simon has soon enough. 👀 I have my septum, tongue and nipples pierced! Though my tongue piercing is probably closed after I had to remove the jewelry for emergency surgery. x_x

🌊 A kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged? CNC as a receiver! I think most people see it as a huge taboo irl, and I'm too shy to ask for it even if I really wanted to. efnbjhkjhfbejbhf

#stray answers #ask game #ask #pls ask #ask games

42 notes · View notes