would you be so kind as to smash my head in with a sledgehammer
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obsessed with the idea of simon 'ghost' riley not being used to having someone else to come home to. for him to open the door to his flat, his senses heightened when he sees a pair of shoes at the entrance that aren't his.
he's so used to being lonely he forgets you're there waiting for him. but the reminder does him well, and he sets his things on the floor before quietly looking around for you. he forgets to take off his balaclava, as he always does, accustomed to it as though it's etched onto his skin, an extension of him until it's not, until you remind him by trailing your fingers on its edges and lifting it up when he's sitting on the couch next to you.
and he's not sure whether to be on alert when the pads of your thumbs wipe off the black smudges around his eyes so gently when he's used to grabbing a rough tissue and scrubbing it off because he had no idea he could be treated with care. no one was there to teach him or show him otherwise.
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i spend a lot of time thinking about sucking hobie off ... (gn!reader but mention of lip gloss)
like there's a little bit of a free use element there on his side, because he knows how insatiable you are when it comes to him. lots of the time, he just has to look at you, and he'll see that shine in your eyes, he notices how your gaze focuses more so on the strip of visible skin between his worn in shirt and his low jeans. he jokes that you're drooling, and you believe it, thumb swiping at the corner of your lip to pick up nothing but lip gloss.
you don't even have to ask, even if you did he would say yes. but hobie beckons you over, a tilt of his head, a low murmur of "c'mere", and then you're kneeling on the floor between his legs, trying to be patient even though your hands are fisting the fabric of your pants and your top row of teeth are gnawing on your bottom lip.
he unbuttons his jeans and pulls the zipper down, then his hands are at his side and he lets you do the rest. hobie watches as you pull his jeans down a little, then his boxers, cock springing free and your eyes getting just a bit wider in reaction.
sometimes you'll prolong it a little, wrap your hand around the base of him, kiss around the tip, kitten lick the tip a few times before widening your mouth enough to start to take him in, little by little. other times –– most times –– you're so horny, and so eager, that the wet heat of your mouth engulfs hobie without much teasing, a low, almost astonished, hiss leaving his lips as he watches you take as much as you can in one go.
he always encourages you, big, rough hands cupping your cheeks, or stroking your hair. the pad of his thumb running under your eye to catch leaking tears or wipe them away, doing the same under your lips to clean up the drool that's actually there this time.
it's a relationship that works extremely well. driven by your constant need to have the weight of hobie's dick pressed against your tongue, and taste the tang of his cum when it slides down your throat, and hobie's love for having his lover on their knees for him, giving the best head he'll ever get just for the joy of it.
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I need Eetu- Like ram meeeeeee!!
absolutely correct, he IS SO PRETTY
also i learned my lesson from solek, full drawing on ao3, ur welcome,
and if u can't see it on ao3, here is the twitter!
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I’ll just leave this here.
LMAOOO @dianagj-art
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REBLOG FOR SOMETHING LGBT TO HAPPEN TO ME NOWWWWW
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