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“Bone apple tea.” You placed the cup of camomile in front of Simon.

“What?”

You pointed at your skull-printed shirt, the apple pie patch on his hoodie and the tea on the table. “Bone. Apple. Tea.”

He’d missed that brilliant smile too much. It was impossible to not want to kiss you. He chuckled as he pulled you to stand between his thighs.

That Sunday with your help, despite the pounding of his head, he packed the rest of his stuff and managed to move out. In the last few days he had before he left, he spent any possible moment with you, mainly eating his favourite Chinese takeout or cuddling on the couch.

Two months later when Simon came back, things crawled to how they were, with him visiting for dinner and leaving before midnight. Eventually, he stayed more and more nights a week, leaving more than a few of his shirts behind.

The divorce was finalised and his childhood home was sold. The city of Manchester didn’t mean gripping the straps of his backpack after school as he walked up the dreaded front steps anymore, nor sleeping restlessly lest someone barged in the door with another bizarre creature. The house was gone, along with the memories that breathed within the walls. He didn’t miss them.

His mum got a flat near Tommy’s and a job at a flower shop in the neighbourhood. ‘Not as nice as working with Ben’, she said. She had to buy her own bread, and none she’d found in the area tasted remotely close to how grand his were. She still cooked too much, but Tommy didn’t mind the extra whenever she dropped by. Little Joe always loved seeing his nana anyway.

Back from his next deployment, Simon held you at the door as he inhaled the warmth he’d missed terribly. After his shower, you showed him his shirts in their own drawer, not jammed between yours anymore. He smiled, pulling you in for a kiss.

In spring, he came with to visit your dad, insisting on wearing one of his dress shirts, even when you assured it was a regular lunch. He stood rigid on the porch, the neck of the wine bottle about to snap in his grip.

Your dad was taking too long. Was he arming himself before opening the door? Should he tackle and disarm him or take the shot like a man? He should have worn a tac vest.

“Si, relax.” You rubbed his back. “You’re already too tall. You’re going to scare my dad.”

Is that not a good thing?

Your dad (obviously unarmed) tried making small talk with him at lunch, but he sucked at it as much as Simon did, leaving you to do almost all the talking among the pauses. You only received short answers from the men who avoided each other’s gazes.

Also, who the bloody hell put the coriander in the chicken stir-fry?!

“Your dad hates me,” Simon declared as he drove home, the phantom taste of soap persisted on his palate despite the hours between.

“He doesn’t, I promise. He doesn’t even really like Chinese, but picked the place because I told him how much you love it. He really tried, but just doesn’t talk much with new people.” You stifled a laugh. “You should have cracked a few jokes.”

He gave you a deadpan look. “When we get home, I’m going to tickle you until you pass out.”

Home.

You’d made your flat Simon’s home too. You cleared another drawer for him, and another, and another, even when he didn’t have so many possessions. But you let him expand and take up the space he needed. He reordered a set of his ID discs for you to keep on your nightstand.

Things were… easy. Simple, like getting out of bed a little later on weekends. With his nose buried in your hair, arm around your waist pulling you flush to his chest, he held you in silence from dawn until you woke. Listening to your quiet breathing filled his chest heavy with warmth.

You’d asked multiple times if it bored him to be doing nothing, as if he didn’t lay prone behind rifle scopes for hours on end for a living. It didn’t, because being in your presence wasn’t nothing. You were real, and you were his.

You woke with a stir, a smile gracing your lips when you realised he was with you before your eyes opened.

“Good morning, my love.” He slipped the strap of your tank top off before peppering kisses on the nape of your neck down your exposed shoulder.

“Morning, Si.” You reached back to scratch his scalp.

He rolled you onto your back before crawling on top of you, kissing the column on your neck making you giggle with his weekend scruff. He pulled away to admire your eyes, always striking in the warm sun.

“Love looking at you.” You cupped his cheek, tracing the healed cut with your thumb. “You’re so beautiful, Si.”

He leaned in, and you stayed in bed a little longer.

In his shirt, you placed more toasts on the table.

“Two goldfish are in a tank…”

He handed you a buttered toast. “Don’t steal my jokes, luv.”

“It’s too lame to forget.”

“Yeah? ‘Cause I remember you howling at Tesco when I told it.”

“It was your first ever.” You smiled. “My favourite.”

“Why didn’t you tell me I was scary, luv?”

“I’m not sure they teach you to tell the scary bloke he’s scary in self-defence class.” You took a bite of the toast.

“Fair enough.” He shrugged. “Are you out of jam?”

“Forgot to grab some yesterday, but I didn’t forget your limes.”

Simon became a bit of a pie connoisseur. He figured baking was better than sparring with the intention of beating someone up to a pulp. He tried different fruits (even declared himself a pro at peeling) and techniques, and eventually other varieties. That late Saturday morning, it was key lime pie.

“Why’s the cat so small?” you asked as you tied your kitty apron around his waist.

“Why?”

“Because it drank condensed milk.”

He liked that you were becoming more like him. “You too, it seems.”

You mock gasped. “Rude! You know I can take you, Si.”

“Not in a fight.”

You slapped his chest playfully earning a hearty laugh from him.

Volunteering at the soup kitchen became a regular occurrence too, along with his sergeants. Sam ended up dating one of the volunteers’ daughters, the one he was introduced to. Unfortunately, his two other sergeants hadn’t had as much luck on their side. ‘Does your birdie have sisters or friends, sir?’ Eric joked, but it barely masked his hopefulness. You assured you’d ask around if they promised to keep each other safe while deployed.

It got hard at times, when things went sideways and the missions lasted longer, or when he had no way to contact you or wipe the tears off your face.

Somewhere along the way, Simon listed you as his emergency contact. You weren’t supposed to find out this way. Not this soon, not from his captain calling you about how he was unconscious, dying from blood loss from getting his leg slashed.

The first thing he did when he astonishingly woke was to call you. He could ignore the sear on his thigh, or the fact that his eyelids weighed like lead, but not the guilt that sank into the pits of him when you were in a mess of tears.

“I’m so sorry, luv,” he croaked out of his throat that felt like sandpaper. “I mean it. I’ll leave this all behind if that’s what it takes to keep you. You just have to say the word.”

“Si, you don’t... always have to bend yourself backwards for others. I chose you for who you are, and I will keep choosing you, as long as you don’t give up on this. On us.” You sniffled. “Please come home soon. I need you with me.”

Simon was glad you stood by his decision to stay, because that afternoon a year after, as the major pinned on the new insignia onto his uniform, he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face when the mass erupted in applause.

Captain Simon Riley.

Among the crowd, next to Tommy and Beth, her belly carrying his niece, you had your arm around his mum, Joe’s hand in yours. From across the room, your sincere eyes made him feel like a hero, the most desirable man. He knew he wasn’t, but you looked at him like he was sunshine, and maybe, he was to you a little bit.

Nothing changed. Simon was still fatherless, still missed out on the memories a child deserved to have, but was never granted. Still bound to a past that wouldn’t go, but he was more than that.

He thought his dad was the only thing standing in the way of happiness, whatever it meant. He knew now. It wasn’t what he thought he wanted, wasn’t what he imagined, but it was perfect. This was what it was supposed to be like all along.

“For you,” he mouthed.

Simon Riley never wanted to be an oil painting admired by many, but he was, and always had been, a love note sealed with a kiss.

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sapnap x afab!reader

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TW: smut, oral ( fem!reader and sapnap receiving ), praise kink, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, messy & soft oral, softdom!reader, sub!sapnap, a bit of dry humping, cursing, teasing, begging

summary: both you and Sapnap wake up craving something...you have something different in mind than breakfast.

"Sap?" You mumbled to the boy who was lying next to you, one hand over your thigh while the other hand was on his phone, scrolling through twitter. "Mhm?" Sapnap replied, stealing a glance on your direction.

"Wanna get up and eat?" You asked, squeezing subtly your legs together when you felt your core pulsing between your legs. Sapnap didn't seem to notice it and just nodded, sitting up straight and, when he was about to remove his hand from your thigh, you stopped him.

He looked at you confused, and you swore he looked like a lost puppy. You moved, sitting on his lap while grinning from ear to ear at him. "Don't you want to eat something else other than breakfast?" You questioned, bringing your face closer to his neck before you started to leave wet open-mouth kisses on it.

Sapnap let out a small moan, his hands gripping your waist, inviting you to move your hips, to grind on him. You smirked to yourself and slowly started to move your hips while continuing to suck his neck, leaving a tray of red and purple bruises on it.

He tried to move your hips faster, making you feel his hard cock from his pants. You pulled away, placing your hands on his jaw while you shook your head slowly. "Tch tch baby, that was not very nice, was it?" You whispered to him, your eyes locked with his.

"Please baby, " he whispered, squeezing your hips. You smiled at him, shaking your head softly. "I'll tell you what pretty boy, make me cum on your tongue and then I'll return the favor." You offered, a smirk on your lips as his eyes widened but he still nodded.

You bit your lip, pecking his lips before pushing yourself off of him and lying on your back, spreading your legs.

He didn't waste time, immediately taking off your shorts and underwear, gripping softly the inside of your thighs while he moved his head closer to your pussy. You let out a breathy moan, closing your eyes as you felt Sapnap move his fingers to your entrance, slowly inserting one.

"Come on baby, use your mouth," You ordered, voice still soft but firm while you gently tugged his brown hair. He looked at you one last time before you felt his tongue licking your wet pussy and you let our a load moan.

Bringing his face closer to your pussy, you started to push your hips towards him, searching for more. Luckily, Sapnap seemed to understand what you wanted and slowly inserted one finger inside of you, while his tongue went to your clit, drawing invisible circles that made you whimper.

"Yes, fuck-! Keep going baby, you're doing such a good job-" You let out a moan when Sapnap moaned at your praise, sending a wave of pleasure inside of you. He added two more fingers, moving them faster and deeper, trying to make you cum.

You tugged his hair again with more force as soon as you felt your orgasm coming, and he realized it too because he slammed his fingers deeper and stimulated more your clit. His tongue was like fire for your body, and soon enough you felt that fire spread all inside of you when you came.

Sapnap kept fingering and eating you out through your orgasm, but when you tugged his hair back, he understood what you wanted and moved. He made you sit on his lap, your cum dripping down of your pussy and on his pjamas.

"Felt good baby?" He asked, mouth pressed against your neck while you played with the tiny curly hair on his neck. You chuckled and nodded, pecking his cheek. "You made me feel so good pretty boy, sooooo good." You whispered, moving your mouth closer to his ear, your hot breath making him shivers.

"Want me to repay the favor? Want me to make you feel really good?" You teased, moving your hips closer to his so that you practically grinding on him.

He let out a small moan, nodding his head quickly and closed his eyes when you pushed your warm pussy over his covered, hard dick.

You chuckled at his reaction and tapped his cheek.

"Come on baby boy, where are your manners? And open your eyes, I want to see them." You gently scolded him, still grinding on him.

He immediately opened them and looked straight into your eyes. "Please baby, I need you to make me feel good, please. I promise I'll be good." He begged, his voice a mere whisper but you heard him perfectly fine in the silence of the room.

"My pretty boy..." You mumbled to no one, kissing him softly before your lips trailed down to his jaw, neck, chest and soon enough, your hands were pulling down his pants and his boxer.

He threw his head back when you wrapped an hand around his dick, slowly pumping it while you kitten-licked the red tip, tasting the bit of precum. You kept eye contact with Sapnap the whole time, your eyes sparkling with amusement and love every time he begged you to just take him, to please let him feel good.

And once he seemed to be on the verge of tears, you gave his tip a last soft suck before you took a deep breath and pushed all his dick down your throat. Sapnap immediately moan, his hands flying to your hair to grab it and make a sloppy ponytail while you started to bob your head up and down, helping yourself with your hands when needed.

You looked at him, and you couldn't help but smile when you saw the look on his face. "Can I please come? Please, I need to...I need it! I've- I've been a good boy, baby, please!" He begged, slightly tugging your hair to bring you closer to the base of his dick.

You kept sucking him for a few minutes before deciding, using your free hand to massage his balls and using that moment to pull away. When you did, you took a deep breath and looked at your boyfriend, moving your hand so that you could use both to jerk him off.

"Come baby, you were right, you were so good baby, so come." You said and he let out a moan before closing his eyes and you felt his dick twitch in your hands before a load of cum covered them.

Sapnap exhaled loudly, and you just grinned at him. You couldn't have asked for a better way to start the day.

The Journey of Return

After fifteen months of forced displacement, we returned carrying hope, but what we found was harsher than we had imagined. Our homes were no longer homes. They had become silent ruins telling a story of loss. There were no longer walls to protect us nor windows overlooking the dreams we had grown up with. Every corner here whispered the pain of memories, the sound of laughter buried under the rubble, and the warmth of family that had become just a memory.

We walked 11 miles, nearly 18 kilometers, carrying what was left of our lives on our shoulders, treading over harsh ground that seemed to reproach us for our absence. The road was not just a distance. It was a lesson in patience and resilience. Our bodies were exhausted, but our souls burned with longing.

Today, we stand on this land, trying to gather what remains, to start again despite the pain. But the truth is, we can't do it alone. We need a helping hand, support to rebuild our lives as they once were, or even better. This land has suffered just as we have, yet it still holds the potential for life. And so do we… we just need someone to believe in us, to help us rise again.

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