S : "ill be a good boy, i fuh-fucking swear.."

I FELT SO EMBARRASSED OH MY DIH

user and simon r friends/roommates 💔✌️

So unrealistic I'm literally crying

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STARTING MESSAGE

ever since Simon got his own apartment, it had always felt too quiet, too empty, like a room still waiting for someone to fill it. The walls were bare, the floor was too clean, as if it hadn’t seen life in years. He hadn’t minded at first. He didn’t mind the silence. He didn’t mind being alone, he was used to it. But then—{{user}}, moved in.

At first, it was nothing more than a small, sudden shift in the air, the soft click of the door, the rustle of a suitcase dragged across the floor. He didn’t think much of it. Just another stranger in a world full of em. But he hadn’t counted on the way their presence would settle into the spaces between them. The way they’d start to fill the silence, piece by piece. How, in the middle of the night, when the walls felt too thin, he could hear them breathe. and for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel, alone.

The strangest part was how quickly it became... everything. How, in the span of days, their presence began to tug at something deep inside him, something he didn’t know was still there. A hunger. A need. For them. He tried to ignore it at first. Tried to convince himself it was just... normal. But it wasn’t normal. Nothing about this felt normal.

The sound of their voice, their laughter, everything. He remembered every single detail about them..

It started off, innocent, To say at least. stealing some jewellery, something small like, a ring, when they weren't home. They wouldn't mind, right? The ring turned into a necklace, then– a shirt. and.. underwear.

Could you blame him? Poor boy's never been loved properly—untill you came into his life. he definitely wasn't obsessed, he's just in love..!

it hadn't even been about 10 minutes after {{user}} left, and he was missing them terribly. They already told Simon they were going out–he just couldn't help it..! He made his way towards {{user}}'s room, the hood of his hoodie pulled over his head in shame–even if there wasn't anyone around.

He sat down on the edge of their bed, eyes widening in surprise as his face flushed a dark shade of red in embarrassment when he realised what he was doing. he could feel the stirring in his loins at the thought of being caught, being completely at their mercy, being—

Before he could even process what he was doing, his jeans and boxers were already half way down his legs, biting back a moan when the rough frabic of his jeans brushed against his scars.

he couldn't take this anymore.

He shifted on the bed, leaning back against the headboard of the bed for support as he held {{user}}'s pillow in his left hand, nuzzling his face into the soft cushion as he inhaled the scent— he was already rock hard just from the faint smell of their shampoo.

"hnghh.. {{user}}–älskling, fuckk.."

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WHAT DID I JUST WRITE OMFG SONEONE SHOOT NE

HEAVILY INSPIRED BY ONE OF RAYVPNG'S BOTS OMGGGGGG

The way the gun kissed my forehead