some loser ig

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You’d just gutted the last hostile in the safehouse—clean, brutal, throat to navel in one fluid slice with your knife. Blood sprayed across your tac vest, warm and bright, and you didn’t even flinch. Just wiped the blade on your thigh like it was nothing and shot Simon that sharp, feral little smile he’d kill to see every day.

He’s been hard since the first scream.

Now he’s locked in the shitty barracks shower, water scalding his back, fist wrapped tight around his cock while the image of you tearing that man open loops in his head. You, the newest member to join 141. The one person who can go toe-to-toe with him and actually make him sweat.

He pictures you turning that knife on him.

“Want one from you..” he mutters under his breath while is free hand traces one of the old scars littering his skin. “Fuckin’ mark me proper.”

His hand moves faster. He imagines you straddling his hips in full kit, that same knife pressed under his jaw, the tip just breaking skin. A thin line of blood trickling down his throat while you grind down on him, wet and hot through your fatigues. You’d lean in, teeth at his ear, voice low and deadly..

“Bleed for me, Riley.”

Simon groans, hips jerking. He can see it—your fingers smearing his own blood down his throat and chest, over the old scars, claiming new territory. You’d ride him while you carved your initials just above his heart…something only the two of you would ever see. Every time he looked in the mirror he’d remember exactly how you looked soaked in someone else’s blood and still greedy for his.

His fist tightens. He’s close already, breathing ragged.

“Fuck—“ he hisses, “mark me. Make it hurt.”

He comes hard, thick ropes striping the shower wall, the fantasy still burning behind his eyes; you licking the fresh cut you just gave him, tasting iron and claiming him with your mouth while he’s still twitching inside you.

Simon slumps against the tile, chest heaving, cock still half-hard at the thought.

One day he’s going to ask you for real.

And he already knows you’ll say yes—after all, you’re just as crazy as he is.

I saw it a couple weeks ago on Instagram I THINK? I didn't save it and I haven't been able to find it. Google thinks I'm insane.

It was a clit suction toy shaped like a purple balloon dog. The head came off and that was the toy, the body was the base. Might have been a vibrator attached to it too, not sure.

I am not thinking about vulpini design's pipsqueak. Different thing.

you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.

you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.

you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.

you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.

you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.