simon’s first instinct was always to protect you—before himself, before anyone or anything else. whether in dangerous situations or small, everyday moments, his reflexes kicked in without hesitation. every action was a subtle yet undeniable promise: i’ll always keep you safe.
sidewalk rule? it was non-negotiable. he always made sure he was between you and the street, shielding you from traffic. if you drifted too close to the curb, his hand would find the small of your back, guiding you firmly to his side.
“stay here,” he would murmur, his tone gentle yet resolute, as if daring the world to try anything.
whenever the car came to a sudden halt, simon’s arm instinctively shot out in front of you, bracing against your chest. the seatbelt should’ve been enough, but he never trusted anything more than his own reflexes.
“you alright?” he’d ask, his hand lingering just a little longer, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort.
in a crowded space, simon always led the way, carving a path with his broad frame. his hand would stay on yours or at your back, making sure you stayed close. and on a full train, he caged you in without hesitation, using his size to shield you from the press of strangers. his arms rested casually against the poles, but his stance was clear—no one would get too close.
whether you were climbing into the car or walking through a door, simon’s hand would always reach out to guide your head, ensuring you didn’t bump it. in the kitchen, he’d gently tilt your head away from open cabinets, all without thinking. it was pure instinct—small actions that spoke louder than words.
one night at 3 a.m., a car backfired down the street, the sound tearing through the stillness. before you could even react, simon had you pinned beneath him, his body shielding yours entirely. his heart raced, convinced it was a bomb. even after realizing it wasn’t, he didn’t let go, whispering against your ear, “i’ve got you, lovie.”
you could wear whatever you wanted—simon never cared. he wasn’t possessive, but confident. no one would dare glance too long in your direction, not with him at your side. and if anyone was foolish enough to try, one sharp look from simon was enough to make them think twice.
with simon, protection wasn’t just instinct—it was devotion. in every gesture, every glance, every step, he ensured you knew: your safety will always come first. because to simon, loving you meant keeping you safe—always, no matter the cost.
blue collar!simon who every time you pass a building he’s worked on he’ll tell you about it.
“did that beauty right there.”
he’s so proud of his work.
calloused hands holding yours and bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand as he promises that he’s gonna build you your dream home one day.
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best friend's brother!simon riley who can't stop thinking of the way you tasted on his lips the night he pulled you into his room.
best friend's brother!simon riley who moans your name as he gets himself off, shooting a thick, heavy load of pearly white cum onto his stomach, wishing it was in you instead.
best friend's brother!simon riley whom you teased now everytime you came over to their house, short shorts or large shirts of his you'd steal from their laundry, leaving a pair of your lace panties in return.
best friend's brother!simon riley who wrapped the lace panties around his aching cock, desperate for you as he shoots another load into the pretty fabric.
best friend's brother!simon riley who glares at you from across the room now because you're such a brat, accidentally bumping into him all the time, teasing touches to his groin that would send a heat up his body and his blood rushing south.
best friend's brother!simon riley who was growing more frustrated his plan hadn't been working, as now he was yearning for you instead, not the other way around.
best friend's brother!simon riley who realized he was going to have to be the one to make the first move, or make you want him as much as he wants you.
best friend's brother!simon riley who would pull you against the ache in his pants, throbbing under the rough fabric of his jeans as your plump ass grinded against him.
best friend's brother!simon riley who unzipped his jeans, hips bouncing against your rear, reddening the skin, as he pumped you full of his thick cock, whispering filthy, lewd words in your ear
best friend's brother!simon riley who would cum before you, filling your tight cunt full of his seed, thick ropes of heavy, white cream that formed a ring around the base of his cock as he thrusted a few more times for good measures.
best friend's brother!simon riley who wouldn't let you come, leaving you on edge and whining, practically pleading for him to make you go stupid on his cock.
best friend's brother!simon riley who didn't care if you were his sister's best friend, he needed you, and he was going to have you, eventually. now that you were the one yearning for his cock to be buried in your weeping cunt.
this is literally so me coded 🪽🍰
in case you’re like me and needed this more than you knew — i love you <3
please lord, send me a kind, handsome, tall and older man who is in love with me and calls me his sweet and pretty girl. please please please please.
they need to invent somewhere where I belong
gentle cleansers, green tea, at home workouts, fruit bowls, face masks, spf 50, pink nails, jewelry always, hair masks, body milks, late night runs, sparkly claw clips, hair massages, lip serums, balanced salads, night routine, vitamins and supplements, sunglasses sun hat combo, princess treatment, floral bouquets, vogue videos.
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