#im sweating

Why won't the big doctor eat the small doctor

suffering in the blazing sun rn so the boys get to get broiled too

I NEED THIS SO BAD

yes lawd i love freaky asks like these—keep ‘em coomiingg!!

like you’re chilling at home alone, waiting for your ex-military boyfriend to come back from his daily routine. that time of week comes where he heads right to the gym after whichever tasks he’s got on hand, giving you a couple of hours to yourself. 

mmm but you miss him unusually. curling up on the couch by yourself, watching your show without any attention to it. you can’t focus with the thought of simon coming home on the front of your mind. but you’re quickly pulled from your trance of slight doze when huffing and groaning enter the house, sitting up.

simon gets irritated after a workout, not so much angry, but a little loose from the exhaustion. it’s good for him—he knows that, he also knows how much you like to just marvel at his unbelievable body. and god, when he walks by you—all glistened and ruffed up. his compression shirt hugging his sore, toned body perfectly, hair all messy with beads of sweat running down his temples. he runs a quick hand through your hair, touseling it playfully. 

he looks too good to let him pass so you hold onto his wrist, “mm, greet me properly, si. c’mon.” pouting at him naturally, a curve at your lips. 

sighing, he leans down for little peck until you hold on, the salty taste on his upper lip making you pull in for longer.