If I Ever Saw Simon Riley Wearing Some Gray Sweatpants, Fat Dick Imprint On It And Everything He'd Be

Ex Husband!Price who still comes over and shovels your driveway every time it snows. But then you feel bad because he comes into the mud room every fifteen minutes to warm up so when he’s done you insist he stays for a hot meal.

But then he helps clean up. Does the dishes and shoos you away when you tell him he really doesn’t need to do all that.

Even worse if you have kids!! They’re thrilled that dad is around so they beg you to let him stay to watch a movie or play a few rounds of their video game. Of course you say yes. Who are you to take him away from the kids?

But then it’s late and he’s wound up carrying the kids up to their beds and tucking them in because they’d already fallen asleep on the couch. You say your goodbyes and honestly it’s a little bittersweet because it’s been such a surprisingly good evening.

But when he tries to leave the driveway’s already gotten all snowy again and you’d hate to be worrying about him driving home in these conditions so you offer him a spot on the couch swearing it’s only for tonight.

But then you get to talking about schedules and the kids sports they’re signing up to play and he winds up walking you to your room so you can just finish your thought about how the two of you should split the costs for the sports your kids are doing in the spring.

But once you’re in your bedroom you remember that you’ve been meaning to ask him about something on your computer so you leave him with your laptop while you get changed.

But then oh noooo he comes into the closet to ask you for a password and catches you pulling on the top of your pajamas. You’re mortified. He says it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.

Somewhere in between deciding if you’ll drive to or pick up from practice on Thursdays, his hands start to wander. Resting over your sex from over a pair of flannel pajama pants. Usually, you’d tell him off. Monologue about how this isn’t how things work because it complicated things and you both need to set boundaries. But tonight you don’t.

Maybe it’s because you had two heavy-handed pours of your favorite wine with dinner. Maybe it was seeing him with your kids again. Maybe it had just been too long since you’d felt anything other than a cheap bullet vibrator.

So you let him slip his hand down your pants.

But it’s a bit jarring to feel his wedding band still on his finger.

god forbid we objectify men and their big hairy chests and their muscular thighs and their facial hair and thick brow bones and their big rough hands and their

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First of all, you and this blog screams baddie- like please.

Secondly, with the prettiest of pleases tag me when you start dropping your work. I'm old but I can't afford to not be front row.

Sending you all the thots, love and pixie dust or whatever Peter Pan said.

xo 💋

Omg I literally sat here for ten minutes re-reading this it made my day. And YES I DEFINITELY WILL TAG YOU WHEN I DO. I literally started the fic and I haven’t touched it for weeks😭, it has like three paragraphs and I don’t have a solid plot for it yet.. I haven’t written anything in forever so I’m a little self conscious of my writing, but I promise I’ll try to get the fic out by February 💖💋

Ghost if he ever tried that fanon misogynistic stuff with me

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“Masked men this masked men that” HOW ABOUT MASKED WOMEN