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v1x3n · 4 months

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/\^._.^/\ - SILENT SMOKES

simon 'ghost' riley ⸝⸝ navigation ⸝⸝ goth masterlist ୨୧ tags : fluff

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : he has some issues but you are always patient.

You see Simon out on the balcony to your bedroom once more, you two didn't live together yet he was always here. Even if you hadn't invited him over, he had his own key and you knew your place was his comfort.

"Si?" you mumble, getting your slippers, which were cute little bats Simon had bought you for Valentine's, and walking towards the slightly opened balcony door. His lit cigarettes could be smelt and you pick up your packet from the counter, thinking whilst you're there you might as well. Your footsteps don't alarm him but he moves slightly to the right to make some space for you "what are you doing here so late”

“needed a break” you let out a small ‘ah’ sound at that. Simon had been through some shit so it was no surprise he needed a break once in a while, everything would get a lot for him. His gaze jotted down to your silky black nightgown, well the word gown could be heavily wrong, it was more like a shirt with how short it was. He glanced at your soft thighs and looked back out into the black starry sky, taking a deep sigh. You grasp a cigarette, put it between your lips and then huff, remembering you forgot your lighter. “baby, got a lighter?” you manage to gruff and mutter with your cigarette still in your mouth.

He doesn't reply but he answers in his actions, he brings himself down and you had thought he was going to give you his lighter but instead he brings his head to yours, lighting your cigarette with his. The smoke lights up around the air and creates a baffling smell around you. He burns from his cigarette to yours connecting and making a warm glow, you couldn't tell if it was just the small cute moment or just the burn from the cigarette.

Your cigarette is lit and he goes back to his original place, he blows smoke out and sighs softly.You do the same and gaze out at the big sparkly sight in front of you, you rest your head onto his shoulder and he feels something unknown.

A content comfortable happy feeling, almost as if this, you two, were meant to be.

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v1x3n · 4 months

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⋆.˚// - SERIOUSLY? FRIENDS?

johnny 'soap' mctavish ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : noncon, smut

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : he simply couldnt be just your friend! its your fault really, the slutty clothes you where and the way you are so effortlessly pretty, so its not his fault when he fucks you into submission!

"What?" you spit out when Johnny bends you over the kitchen island.

“I've told ye sweetheart, ‘ve been wanting ye” his sick words stumble from his mouth as he grabs onto your waist and yanks down your shorts, exposing your arse to him. He grabs onto the fat and mushes and squeezes it. You whine out at him, “please just let me do this, this is all your fault really” Johnny mutters.

You started to feel a little bad, was it really your fault? Was it your fault that he was now pulling your knickers off and unzipping his pants?

Your mind was basically a blur, you were too weak and far too powerless against him. You tried to push back but your head got slammed into the table. It hurts but not as much as this fucking bretyal.

“but-but your my friend” you whimper and cry when his dick gets pulled out. The tips spreading precum on your ass a little bit and he pumped it a few times. all he does is chuckle at you, then jolts his dick into your tight cunt. Johnny groans then thats followed up by a moan as he starts to thrust forwards and backwards into you. He mewls about how fucking tight you are whilst your pussy grips onto him for its life, you want him out but your body wasnt listening to your mind.

Johnny scoffs once more at you before retorting, “you seriously fucking think I'd wanna be just friends with you?” Your heart almost shatters but it can't because your mind is floating somewhere else. Not focusing on his words, more his actions. “men dont have little girls like you as just friends, yer just a free fuck, bonnie” he chuckles again.

His hard thrusts start to get faster, you hiccup on your tears that sob down your cheeks. Your mascara is ruined and black lines appear under your eyes from it. You moan out when he shoves his cock the deepest he can go, balls deep inside of you and all you can do is whine and gag.

mkHis hand remains firm on your head, keeping it down despite your attempts to get up have faded with your giving up. You were prepared for the worst and your brain turned off for the meantime. You didnt need your brain though, all you needed was to be johnnys free fuck,right?

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v1x3n · 27 days

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Don't know how much you write him, but could I get some plain fluffy friends to lovers with Gaz? Reader has been on several dates because they've wanted to find love before it's too late, but they've all either shown the reader up or cancelled entirely.

Reader is convinced that it's their fault. That no one sees them that way because they're unlovable, and tells this to Gaz over some wine or something. Gaz is determined to prove them wrong because he feels strongly for them. He just doesn't quite know how to show it until now.

♡⸝⸝ - GORGEOUS

kyle 'gaz' garrick ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : fluff

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you give up on love but thats where kyle garrick, your bestfriend, shows up.

"its useless" you sigh as you slump into kyle, your best friend. "what is?" he perks up as you two connect eye contact, his arm slung over your shoulder and he brought you closer to him. "love." as he flung you closer, you could smell his colone fill your nose, his scent was strong but at the same time subtle.

"wha's happened now then? whats the mix up?" he scoffs, "thought you were lookin' for 'the dream guy'" mocking you as his hand grabs your shoulder and yanks you around. "yeah, turns out theres no such thing" a huff sounds from you.

kyles expression didnt change as he sighed loud, "well how was your last date" his hand slithered down and lingered around your neck, his fingers caressing the side. "shit show! he didnt even fucken show up." anger shows on your face as you think about the dickhead. you had planned the whole thing and he hadnt even showed! "id recken its me, i mean all thesw fit guys and they all flake?"

his head snaps at you, his is when his expression falters. "love, is not your fault." his eyebrows knit together and his eyes squint to see the fucking shit your talking. "it is! i jus' think im unloveable, im just a mess" your head falls into your hands and you huff louder than needed. "ah fuck off wi'h that shite"

Kyle's smile fades into a scowl as he hears your self-deprecating words, his hand squeezing your shoulder in sympathy. "That's bollocks, you know that" he tells you, his voice firm. "anyone would be lucky to have you." You look up at Kyle, surprised with his words. he pauses slightly, his breath catching in his throat.His hand lingers on your neck, "youre gorgeous nd i dont want you saying utter shit"

your scoff is loud and dramatic almost, "whatever, you lie a lot though." Kyle's hand reaches up, his thumb coming to rest under your chin. "look at me" he demands, his voice a low growl. You lift your eyes to his, his gaze focused and intense. "you are fucking gorgeous and i dont want you thinkin otherwise! fucken hell, if i could show you - i would"

"show me?" you ask quizically. his eyes gleam with surprise at your request, a slow smirk spreading. His hand moves down the side of your face, cupping your jaw and tracing a path down to your collarbone, as if he were memorizing your every feature. His hand lingers on your collarbone, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

his lips connect to yoursas your eyes open with surprise. You freeze, stunned by the unexpected kiss but quickly relax, your eyes fluttering shut as you melts into his touch. his lips were soft against yours, you kiss him back as his teeth bite your bottom lip gently.

His mouth moves against yours, his tongue tracing a path across your lower lip and coaxing your mouth open. As he deepens the kiss, your bodies press closer together, and one of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. The world outside melts away, as all you can think about is the way his mouth moves against yours, the way he seems to consume your every thought.

"ky-kyle" you breathe as you push him off, his eyes glow as he bites onto his bottom lip, "thanks" his smile gleams and you grab his hand, squeezing it once.

"you should 'show me how gorgeous i am' more"

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v1x3n · 2 months

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Im begging for a Ghost x reader Sex pollen (dubcon/ fuck or die) where only reader gets the pollen but ghost tries to get her to deal with it herself because he’s so in love and he knew having sex with her (finally) would change everything. Please make ghost be really down for her 🤍🤍🤍

ᯓᡣ𐭩 - EYE CONTACT

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : smut

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : heat overwhelmes you during a missiom, a weird pollen had contact with you creating a painful throb between your legs, ghost , who was with you, luckily can be able to help you through it. despite his overbearing feelings for you.

"how the fuck am i ment to help?" ghost, your teammate spits out at you. his voice echoing around the bare room you two were in. the 'pollen' had made contact with you, meaning you were stuck in this mess alone. the pain from it could just swell you up, it was by far the worst pain you had experienced yet, you were throbbing to the point your clit could fall off. a heat hung over your eyes as yourhead is fill with just a haze.

you whine, or groan. somewhere in between. "help yourself, ill go guard the door or something.." the last part he mumbles, as if he was hesitant about something.

the tears fall down your face silently. the streaks dirty with the grime of the war on your face. you moan out, the throbbing sensation that heats your cunt so sore that you wish you could just rip it off. your clit swollen and needy. "simon- its- jus please! it hurts!"

"cant you just.. i dunno!"

he gazes over at you and your very clearly frustrated face, "i cant help, i cant." you whine as a response as your fingers slip down into your panties. trying to release the pain and the throbbing. "whyy nott"

quick simon, think of an excuse. a one that isnt the real reason for why you, a man fucking heavily inlove with you, fuck you because youre in so much pain bc of a drug? hes so fucking stupid! he thinks to himself as he can hear your whiney grunts and groans as you try to get yourself off.

"uh b- because we are teammates!"

after a while of begging, he had finally gave up. you were layed down on the jard door, the cold surface making your back arch to try to get away from it, ghosts face blushes at you whining and your back arching. he was nervous as he stood below you, slowly letting himself climb ontop of you. your pants were already down, and he could see the shine from how wet you are leakinh through your white panties. the wetness surely would stain but thats not a thing running through your mind as ghost grunts softly.

he steadily undoes his pants, shoveling them down to make it easier to get his cock out. the loud, heavy breathing coming off of both of you increase as you glance down at his cock which sprung out of his boxers. his cock was almost scary, it was gurthy and big. it definitely wouldny fit but atleast you could try? "hurry, si" you whimper, your head flopped back, smacking it off the cold floor.

"im- im trying" his voice shaky despite his cold personality. his face flushed a deep pink when your hands brought down to your panties, pushing them aside and showing off your glistening cunt. "fucken hell" he mutters under his breath.

this was it. this was when he finally knew. he groaned at the thought of being inlove eith you. deep inside he knew he was, but never would admit it.

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𖦹.. - TONGUE PIERCING

simon 'ghost' riley ⸝⸝ navigation ⸝⸝ goth masterlist ୨୧ tags : suggestive

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : simon wants a piercing to bring you more pleasure but forgets piercings need to heal.

After a while of talking and making out, you had burst out in excitement and griped onto his arm. “Oh my ghoul! I should pierce you!” simon quickly agrees, he had been wanting to get something pierced but with military rules and all that didn't really let him. But he would do anything for you, even if its getting a piercing he's gunna get rid of not even a month later.

So there you are, you have your clamp, needle and everything to pierce him. “How bout my tongue?” he suggests whilst his hand trails up your bare thigh. Simon squashes the handful of fat and then rubs his finger over it, “not your ears or something first?” you let out a small confused laugh. “What's the fun in that hm?” he lets out a slight chuckle as he continues to play with your thigh. The hand making you feel all warm and fuzzy, both your head and in between your legs, you had decided to slap his hand off as it gets closer and almost reaches the wet heat that's distracting you so much. “Could do somethings… after i get it pierced..”

"fuck off" you giggle as you start to prepare the bits and pieces of metal, "so definitely your tongue?" he nods at you as you look up at him and give him a big smile.

he sticks his tongue out, whilst you giggle at his pained expression. "you okay si?"

"yeah!" his voice weirded by his tongue being stuck out, he squeezes his eyes and looks down. the piercing shining metal sticking out from his tongue. you try to grab his tongue, gently obviously, but he flinches back and scowls. "when can i eat you out" he almost pouts.

"not until its healed, four to six weeks" his pout turns into a big fat frown.

"what." his faux angered voice and his eyebrows furrowing as if he's actually angry he cant lick your pussy for 2 months. "you can wait yeah? like a good boy" he scoffs.

"I'm giving you so many fucken orgasms when this is healed"

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v1x3n · 3 months

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Hiii omg !!!! Heard you were looking for goth ideas :3 I haven't read through your master list yet (but I totally am so be prepared for spam likes) so I dunno if you've done this but what about the reader smooching Simon around his eyes for makeshift eye black bc he's out. And I'm a metalhead so I'm less in the goth wave but I know about goth style makeup and lip products that the makeup goths wear are usually transfer proof, so what about the reader giving Simon butterfly kissed and it's transferring eyeliner to him and it's smearing like eyeblack ?? I dunno I do a lot of yapping so sorry for the big ol paragraph

₊𖤐‧₊ - SMOOCH!

simon 'ghost' riley ⸝⸝ navigation ⸝⸝ goth masterlist ୨୧ tags : fluff

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : doing his eyeblack!!

"mwahhhh!!" you sound out as you press a kiss to his eyelid. to that simon giggles, "i thought you ment with you know - a brush or your fingers" you roll your eyes at him and press another long lasting kiss to next to the last kiss mark. the black lipstick smudged along his eyes and you could tell the eye black looked even better than his normal one.

"gorgeous simon" sweet laughs roll from your lips and youre lips slide up into a cheeky smile. as does his lips. "youre lucky i love you" he groans and as a reply you kiss the other side of his eye. you do a series of small pecks witch transfer all around his eye. "one eye done!" you exclaim while simon sighs and brings his hands to your thigh. he rests it there and squeezes a few times which make his smug ass grin reappear like it always does when he touches up places that he knows gets you a riled up.

you move over to his other eye and press a big kiss on it. he chuckles slightly at your slight concentration to get both eyes symmetrical. which at the end of the hour didn't happen.

it ended with black lipstick everywhere, smudged across his eyes, which to your case looked better than usual and he was pleased with. but it also ended in black kiss marks along his lips and on his neck.

"ill see you in a week yeah baby? ill miss you" he pecks a kiss to your lips, luckily it doesn't leave more black lipstick everywhere!

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˚୨୧⋆｡ - "A DATE?"

john price ⸝⸝ navigation ⸝⸝ bimbo masterlist ୨୧ tags : fluff, suggestive

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you find john on tinder, quickly setting up a cute date you two hit it off!

You find yourself strolling down a long path, soon entering one of your favourite cafes. A cute little cat cafe, you plop yourself down on a comfy seat whilst scrolling down on your phone. Well more specifically tinder, you wanted to find a boyfriend and a nice one at least. No more silly fuck boys that only want sex. You are really fucking fit but you still wanted love not just lust. A white and grey cat came and sat next to you, he shoved his head to your thigh which made you look down at him. “Ah! kandy! “ you yelp out in awe. You stroke the cat and put her down onto your lap, playing with her fur as you continue your previous acts.

Some men there were just.. Not your type, men in tracksuits and whose hobbies are drugs are just not your thing. That's when you come across a familiar person. He was tall, he said on there he was 6 foot, he was also very built. His little description was ‘mates told me it's a good idea so here i am’

His beard was making you feel some things, total dilf vibes, you almost got wet just thinking about him like that. You instantly swiped yes on him, then a notification popped up saying he had added you back.

‘Hi dear, sorry if i'm wrong but are you the same little girl from kyle garricks party last weekend? X’

Holy shit! That's where you remember him from! He was Kyle's strange yet sweet boss!

‘Omg! Are you the boss one?’

‘captain , but yeah x’

You slightly giggled and stopped petting kandy again. ‘Didn't think you were single, love x’ he sent another text just a minute later.

‘How's that?’

‘far too pretty to be single x’ he made your feet kick under the table, which made your fluffy cat run off. “awe “ you pout at the kitty.

‘Awh, you're sweet! You in the area?’

He answered yes, and you two decided to meet up right here at the cat cafe! It was kind of quick but you had met him before and he was friends with Kyle so you knew he wouldn't be some freak. So why not? Lifes is only short.

He rocks up with a opened buttoned up shirt and blackish trousers, he looks almost too fucking fancy to be here. You giggle slightly at him which makes his eyebrows furrow towards you. John scoots closer to you whilst smiling brightly, “hello love” his familiar voice brung a small glint of happiness to you. He sits in front of you and moves his head around to look at the inside of the cafe. “The cats are cute” he then looks towards you and takes in your outfit. A fluffy tracksuit, the jacket cropped so it's showing a little of your stomach whilst the bottoms are a little baggy. You smile up at him and nod. “You come here often?” you look away from him and your face lights up, “yeah! Almost everyday” he was nice.

You grab the menu and pass the other one to John, “I'll pay” you gleam once more at him. He had noticed that you were in a very hyper mood, giggly and bubbly. Or maybe you were always like this? “No need sweetie, I can.”

“You sure? I- i have money” you look up at him, almost pouting. “What you having love?” glancing at the menu and you pick out your usual, “vanilla cream” he does this weird yet cute beaver smile at you. Then he picks himself up and goes to order.

Soon he comes back with your drink and a coffee, he sets them down then walks off again. Your eyebrows pull up a little as you wonder where he's off too, he wanders to you again with two chocolate chip cookies in his hand. “Hope you like these” he plops himself down and hands you one of the cookies. “Aww thanks!!” giggles sound from you and he sips on his cup of coffee. You look over at him then down at your order, as you two sit in comfortable silence and drink your cups a small kitten hops along to you both and twirls itself around johns ankle. “Who's this little one?” he glances down at the small kitty, you do the same and then give your hand to the cat. He swirls around his ankle one more then jumps at your hand, playfully hitting it. “This one's charlie.”

“You know all their names?” he chuckles softly as you nod. “There's kandy, luna, lottie, bean, nova and charlie”

“Out the helicopter?” you squeal and laugh as you and John walk down a long path down to your house. “Yeah it was hard to stay serious after” he chuckles, he looks down whilst seeing the small glint of shine in your gorgeous eyes.

John's eyes stay connected with the pavement and he sighs softly at you, the eyes that had been looking forward trail along to look at him. And maybe or maybe not then you check him out… his strong, buff arms with his small waist fit perfectly with his bulky thighs. “We… we should do this again!” you smile at him, his eyes move towards yours - connecting eyes and maintaining eye contact with him whilst he chuckles at you trying to not squirm away and blush. He nods and follows it up with, “you like movies?”

As you nod he takes a left, you do too, “then we should go see something hm? Or we could at my house or yours?” You quickly gaze up at him, giggling as you almost purr, “we should at my house!!” John looks in your direction, he does a singular nod then you stop.

“Well this is my house” mumbling through your teeth like you were nervous.

“Goodbye sweetheart” he smiles strongly and bends over to kiss your forehead. You giggle once more. Your heart beats fast as butterflies grow powerful in your stomach, bashing into eachother with how fucking fast they were moving around. Before he leaves you grab onto the end of his shirt, he spins around and his eyebrows look quizzical. “Wait.. I have a question!”

“Was this a date?” your head tilts at him as he smiles, he laughs slightly and then sighs. John nods whilst chuckling and pets your head gently, “if you'd like it to be.”

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v1x3n · 4 months

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˚⊹ ʚɞ - THIN WALLS

johnny 'soap' mctavish ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : dubcon, suggestive

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : your perv neighbour wouldn't touch you up on purpose would he? hes a sweet soul! even when hes listening to your whines through the walls and wanking to you!

"Fucken hell'' Johnny groans as he hears sweet moans coming from your apartment, wanking along to the sound of you whining and moaning. He did this nightly, it was a habit. Well no, more of an addiction. His dirty fucking secret, it was like you were moaning all for him.

Well yes it was well fucking awkward after fucking yourself silly onto a plastic dildo then running into your neighbor, knees still a little weak and your eyes still a bit red from the experience. Little did you know he ran into you then on purpose. Heard your keys jingle and your door unlocked after your whimper, he wanted to come and greet you!

His hand which was the same hand he had used just a few minutes ago was the same one which wrapped around your waist when you had hugged him hello. Well, you did not know that your neighbour of all people would be a person to wipe his cum all over your arse, he had just accidentally touched there when hugging you right? It was an accident. You trust him, you two have been close for a while, hell, you could even say friends.

That's when the best night of his life had happened, he was listening to your sweet and addictive sounds, when he found himself on a live porn website. He needed to picture you and him together, the activities you two could and would get up with if you came running like a whore to him!! You were a whore though. No normal person would then be live streaming themselves being fucked dumb with a dildo would they? his mood lifted up and his face brightened when a familiar face was found on the website, someone who looks exactly like you. Same features, same hair colour, same eyes, same arse shape. He had known that by the many times he had stared and ‘accidentally’ touched it whilst hugging you.

Lucky you though, the biggest tipper you have ever had. The military pays a lot and he doesn't have anywhere else to spend it on does he? Maybe he could pay for a new vibrator? New underwear? New necklace with his name on? For a good old fucking? Imagine your surprised face when you see the guy from your livestreams paying you a huge amount to shag you is your fucking cheeky grinned neighbor?

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - KYLES PARTY

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୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you meet a tall, bearded man during a friends birthday party, hopefully you would see him again?

You two had met during a party, obviously, it wasn't like getting crazy drunk, drugged up house party, it was like more of a birthday. You were a friend of Kyle and it was his birthday, soap had met you and he had decided it would be a stupid,silly idea to throw a birthday party for him. With just a few friends, which includes you and John.

He noticed your sweet giggle from the other end of the room, you were talking to soap and both of you were laughing away but only yours caught his eye. Talking about eyes, he found the cause of the giggling and then very subtly checked you out. looking up at your gorgeous hair and then down at your pretty waist, your hips that swerve when they move, your ass that bounces just right when you get too excited about something and your thighs that were almost too juicy for their own good. He was hooked instantly.

Silently signaling soap to fuck off so he could speak to you, your confused face when soap makes some shitty excuse to run off in the opposite direction is met with a smirk. The man in front of you introduces himself as john, kyles captain in the 141. you glare up at him and then smile sweetly. “awh so his boss!” it wasn't really much of a question but he took it as one anyway.

"Yeah, how did you know kyle, love?” The gentle nickname brought a small blush against your face which made him grin at you. Everything about him looked just right, he was strong,tall, kind and god was his voice making you feel some things.

You giggle at him, “been friends since kids!!”

"I wonder how he's kept you locked up away from my team f’ so long” you bite onto your lip while he gets strangely close to you. And just as you were about to say something a few people yelled. Kyle was about to come into the driveway so we needed to be quiet.

You and this man, who you never expected to see again in your life, separated and went back into your little groups from the beginning.

Despite Kyle being the birthday boy, your attention was fully on this strange man for the day, and possibly the rest of your life.

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૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა - GOOD BOY

johnny 'soap' mctavish ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : smut

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you edge johnny mctavish!!

“Ahh! Fuck” Soap groans at you as his tip reaches the back of your throat. Your hands were wrapped around his thigh, and squeezing his plump arse while taking in his long, thick length. “God this throat is gunn’ be the death of me” Another groan spurts from him.

You let his cock go with a loud pop and then your tongue gets wrapped around his tip, tasting his salty cum around your lips. Yummy.

His whines increase when you tease his cock more and more, he was so desperate for a release. Whiny and so pleading. “Bonnie, Just fucking make me cum. Please lass ill-ill do anything.” You don't respond and continue what you were doing: licking and tasting his tip whilst playing with his arse.

Well soap could just take your head and shove it down onto his big length but then again he can't. With his hands tied behind him the only thing he can really do is wait till your deadly and long teasing is over and done with.

He's been a good boy though, maybe you should help ‘im out? “You wanna cum baby?” A mocking voice sounds from you when he looks down with pure sorrow at you. He simply nodded.

“Well then let's see if you can cum with.. other methods” Your snarky smirk follows which sends a jolt down his spine, causing a small moan when his back arches into you. Your hand follows up his thigh and around his arse. Without a second to even think your hands and fingers are spreading his cheeks apart.

“F-fuck! Bonnie stop!” He gasps when you insert your middle finger into his small unused hole. He tightens around you and whines, “It-it feels weird!”

“If you can cum with this little hole back here,” You then slap his arse with your free hand, “Then I'll make you cum all you want nd you can fuck me. Deal?”

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ཐི ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ ཋྀ - QUICKIE

simon 'ghost' riley ⸝⸝ navigation ⸝⸝ goth masterlist ୨୧ tags : smut

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : concert and horny simon

The music around you and Simon blasts into your ears, he had been wanting to see this band for a while actually. Unlike his clubland music he also likes some dad rock, he seems like the type unsurprisingly. You obviously didn't mind the music, I mean it's your boyfriend so you would have to listen to his music taste and over time you got familiar with it and started liking it, that's when tickets went on sale for a band he likes.

And so the day arrived and you were standing, pushed around by others and the music jamming into your ears. He was enjoying himself, smiling as you do too - dancing around with him in the large crowd. Soon it got boring though and you could tell he was getting ancy. His hand held onto yours as he stared at the way your tits bounced as you did, his hand gripped harder and Simon dragged you. “Oi!! Ow si!” whining at him, his grip loosened as soon as you mention him hurting you though. A groan only you could hear follows your words. “Simon what- what are you doing?” you shout above the music, trying to get him to listen to you.

The music softens as you are brought away from it and into the bathroom. The lock closes and he pushes you against the sink, “please i'll be quick” he whines and walks up to you like you were prey. He looked massive- far too big for his own good. But god was it exciting - to fuck right next to some rockstars singing. “D-did you even bring any condoms?” he didn't reply but as always you had known the answer. Your sighs could almost be louder than the music.

Your slutty skirt was brought down to your ankles and your panties were ripped with his raw power, a rush of air hits your clit and you whine at him “hurry it's cold!”

“Quit whining you whore, wouldn't be so cold if you hadn't worn such a skimpy outfit” you moan at him for that, then he whips his dick out. It bounces as he gets it out and instantly shoves it into you after he bends you over the sink. The overwhelming force he thrusts into you as you are propped against the sick, it's uncomfortable and it hurts but at least you were gonna cum after. His thrusts are deep and almost painful, they are needed and fast. Your hiccups soon come after your eyes weld shut, the wet tears dripping down your face only turns him more on. “Good slut, cry for me” his groans are met with loud whimpers. His inside of you all the time, not even taking a second to thrust back in. You can tell he wants it quick. A quickie at the concert.

His thrusts fasten into you, punishing. The skin slapped against yours, his hand guides yours and then your hand ends up above your pussy, resting. “Come on, touch yourself. We both know it's not new to you” he sloppily kisses the back of your neck, he stretches back to see your shining, plump arse on display for him. He chuckles at the sight and gives your arse a small slap, the imprinted handprint skin turning red as you welp out and bash your head into the mirror. Your hand raises onto your neglected clit and you start tapping it slowly, fiddling with it as his dick pulls out and then slams back inside of you. He starts again suddenly, thrusting in you faster. “Im-im close si!”

“Good fucking girl, aint you?” dirty and uncomfortable sounds mewl from each of you and your womb feels tightened, a claspse in you starting to break and snap when his deadly jolts into you start to hit the skin unlike before. “I'm gonna- Fuck!” he pulls himself out and then forces himself back into your wet,sore little used pussy once more and that finally did it. Flicking your own clit a few times just added to it, your orgasm spurts out of you and cum drip drops around his dick. Then after you cum he pulls out and spins you around. “There's my pretty girl” his smirk follows and he grabs onto his dick, pumping it a few times. He glazes over your eyes and he can see them clearly fluttering towards his dick. His cock is so pretty, well to you, its girthy and long and veiny. Probably too scary for some but to you it was gorgeous. Even more when he squirts his cum everywhere, getting it on your face a little. Gorgeous boy.

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˚✿˖° - TWO REGRETS

johnny 'soap' mctavish ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : angst, suggestive

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you had started having a regular thing with a married man, big mistake when your thoughts set in after realising how sweet his wife and daughter are.

The metal on the ring hits the floor, the ring symbolises way more than just a shitty lifeless marriage. The ring that obviously didn't mean much to him by the way he shoved it to the side. Johnny's face stayed still, focused on your face despite you looking down at the hard floor and the metal ringing around before coming to a stop.

"Johnny..." you mumble when his face gets too close to yours, expecting a kiss but instead you neglect him of that. "We can't."

“fucks sake, lass. Why not?” His sigh was louder than anything ever possible. Like you were at the barricade at a heavy metal concert. You wanted to, so fucking badly. But morals and your guilt ate up the needs.

Getting out of the hotel bed and picking up your shirt that was previously ditched on the floor. “one last time babe?”

"Please, I won't ever-ever again” his pleas filled the room, drowning in them. Wanting so badly to give in. He was the best guy you had ever been with. He was sweet yet rough. He knew all the sweet spots in you and outside you, the sensitive parts that would make you jolt and moan out loud. Beaming face above you while he gets you to finish with just your tits or clit.

"We shouldn't."

Your head goes numb almost, you two shouldnt. She had children with him, well a kid. Sweet little thing, barely 3. You had met her once while hooking up at his. God it was a mistake, fucking while his kid was there. Good thing that at least she didn't talk and she didn't even know what was going on. A few years older and you and Johnny would've been hated through your town. His wife was well loved. Everyone knew of her, sweet thing like her young girl. Just made you feel worse that you were regularly fucking her husband.

Ruining the once happy family. Your fault.

“we shouldn't but we can” his fucking god awful smirk after did your head in.

Darting your eyes trying not to look at his boxers, his hard on glowing. the precum sinking through the shit material. "your fucking married Johnny!" water pricked your eyes as you shouted out at him.

The person who was next door probably loved hearing this. We both know you would if you weren't in your own shoes.

"She doesn't know shit, Bonnie. Keep your fucking mouth quiet and nothing will happen.”

Heat rises to both your slit and your head.

“your married Johnny, you're fucking married. You have a wife and a daughter.”

“nd its natural to have other desires. It's not like I'm cheating.”

You sigh, not as near as loud as he did before - but still was quite loud. Tears scroll down your face - leaving mascara marks. Eyelashes wet and fluttering at him.

"I'm pregnant, John."

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૮ ྀི╥ ‸ ╥ ྀིა - FRANCIS FOREVER.

simon 'ghost' riley ⸝⸝ navigation ⸝⸝ depressed masterlist ୨୧ tags : angst

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : based of the mitski song 'francis forever'

I don't know what to do without you. I don't know where to put my hands. The surroundings bore into the background, it's all one blur. Groaning and fumbling out of bed as I peek over to the bedside table to have a glimpse of my pinging phone. The blur of the morning sleep in my eyes gets wiped away, the burn from the previous night slowly increases while the phone now in my hands lights up in the dark room. I open up the notes app, merely to jot down a few thoughts, preventing them from cluttering my already overwhelmed heart.‘I've been trying to lay my head down. But I'm writing this at 3am.

I've been doing better though recently. Since the second incident I've learned to move on from the past. All though I could never move on from you. I used dangerously plenty of effort to prove that I'm improving from my past choices and trauma. But I don't need the world to see that anymore. I would think that I've been the best I can be, but I have a lot of lingering thoughts - nightmares, regrets and longings. Mostly it's all about you. I miss you dearly. If only I could express what I had wanted so long ago. I once needed validation from someone, anyone. But now I don't want it because the one person I ever only really needed it from was you and I don't think I could stand to be where you don't see me.’

Getting from the bedroom to the kitchen was almost a task, a chore your mam forced you to do. But I had to do it. As I sat down at the table, the one we used to eat at, it would be your favourite cereal or the stupid meals you had so badly made. But it was okay because it was you making them and I loved you. So your cooking was involved in that love, no matter how shitty it was. I find myself reflecting on the guidance my therapist provided on days like these. The journal barely hovered on the table, the pen next to it. Ready to write, she had advised me to buy a book and let out frustration. ‘On sunny days I go out walking’ it starts off with. The words of the journal bring alive my memory, reliving yesterday when I was let off work. I soon end up on a tree-lined street, the cars zooming down the road as I feel the gravity of the concrete below me. The hard floor pounds against my foot over and over as I catch my steps in. The beam of light glows down at me as I look up at the gaps of sunlight.

I miss you more than anything.

People depart, time slips away, and then you're gone. You're gone. The journal sat untouched for a while, and as autumn arrives, when I'm not yet done with the self-blame, my bed is the place where all my thoughts and worries lie, never relieving itself from the depression and getting out into the outside world. With the summer passing by, but I don't think I could stand where you don't see me.

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⸝⸝ ꒰ BROTHERS BESTFRIEND ⁞ ˎˊ˗

simon 'ghost' riley ⸝⸝ navigation

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : hes your brothers best friend and a friend you've known since the three of you were children, you could class him as family. so the place he chose when he needed somewhere to stay was of course your place.

୨୧ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 : angst, fluff, smut - longtime crush, regret, dry humping, praise, degrading words, cumming inside.

You were 10 when your brother, Jack, invited his best friend over. He was 13. It just so happened that every other day he would come over, hang out with your brother and talk a little with you. Soon you began to gain a little crush on him, but he was your brother's best friend - ofc you couldn't do anything. Plus he was older than you, at the time even 3 years apart seemed like a million. Maybe when you're older?

Growing up with your brother and his best friend constantly around you, causing Simon to be classed as ‘family’. So when he needed a place to stay after a 3 month mission, your family let him in instantly. Meaning he would live with you until his next mission - hopefully he wouldn't be as annoying as he was when he was younger. You hadn't seen him for maybe a few years after he joined the military - 3 years at least. At least your brother and him still talked so there was some sort of contact.

Knock knock knock

The door. Without thinking you stand yourself up and head to the door. You knew it was Simon and you wanted to greet him kindly. Perhaps he was still fit - ofc you would wanna be nice looking and get dressed up all cute for your old crush, definitely if he was fit. Almost sprinting to the door whilst sorting out your outfit, trying to make yourself look more presentable. Just so he doesn't think you're a scruff or anything of the sort.

"Hi!" cheerily greeting him as you fling open the door.

He retorted with a small nod and a grunt - as if he was telling you hello back. Swiftly shuffling out of the way to let him through, you couldn't help but feel like he was avoiding you. You watched him walk away, a puzzled look plastered on your face.

Entering the kitchen - leading the once known man along with you. "Tea?" murmuring trying to get away from this very awkward situation. Simon gives a slight nod, still not spilling words from his mouth. An uncomfortable atmosphere fills the space around you as you make his tea, grabbing one of your brothers' mugs, pouring the heated water into the cup. "Your brother around?" he hums, finally speaking up. A quick shake of the head comes from your person as he looks over at you mixing his tea bag into the water. One fast, clean swoop - passing the mug over to Simon as he looks into it, almost checking if it's good enough then he nods at it. “At work.”

Taking a small taste test of it as you lean against the counter, glaring into his eyes as he sips on the tea you had made for him. He smiles at you, a warm but slight one, before taking another sip of his tea. Gazing into his eyes and finally checking him out, head to toe.

You could tell he had just come from battle, war, revenge, just by how he was dressed. Grey sweater with his camo army pants, his vest and his big puffy black boots. Stained in blood, mud and gravel. A haze of red rushes to your cheeks as he speaks up. "like what you see or what?" grumbling with an obvious grin smelted onto his lips, under his Black, skull printed balaclava whilst he catches onto your eyes peeking at his body - lingering for more than his liking. "Oh sorry. i..i was just uh." trembling through your words as you search for an excuse.

"I was just joking, god you haven't changed a bit" he slightly laughed, your face burning through with embarrassment.

"Say yourself, you're still the cold, sarcastic little shit you were years ago." retorting back at him as you start to giggle as well. Simon stops himself from laughing more whilst holding the mug, making sure he won't drop it. "Well," he chuckles. "But at least I don't get all nervous and blush from silly, small things." Your two's banter had gone on for years, since you had met. That's probably the main reason you're so close - and the reason you fell for him whilst you were a dumb child. You both share a knowing look, and then start laughing again.

"Heard you're a lieutenant now?" you question, full well knowing the answer because your brother had told you. He gives a miniscule nod, still sipping on the tea that was almost empty now. A small smile on your face burned from the joke fight a minute ago.

Simon was never a talker. Yeah, he would piss around a bit, but still not much speaking. He would whip up some snide or mocking response in a flash if he wanted to - but most of the time he wouldn't bother. You knew Simon and you knew what he was like. So seeing him this quiet was normal - even though you were used to having a mad, loud life. Simon would only really banter with close mates, mates he had been with for a long time. It wasn't a surprise he was like this with you then, you know years of pissing each other off to mockery to small lil crushes almost made you more than just a mate he had known for a very long time.

You take a deep breath and continue with the conversation. "Anyways," biting your lip subtly while stretching and standing back up - grasping his cup away from him. The once filled mug was now just cold leftovers from the tea - pushing it from the counter and into the sink, ready to wash later. "I'll go show you your room, yeah?" without even waiting for a reply you scatter off down the hall. Eagerly following you down, up the stairs then back down another overly long corridor: then there it was, Simon's new room.

The room was plain, with a few pictures on the wall, a nice king-sized bed with soft, plush bedding. A small desk with a few documents scattered on the top of it, across was a wardrobe - filled with some guest clothes, PJs, towels and a robe. Stuff like that. There were some shirts he had guessed you had bought specially for him - seeing the size of them.

Not like he was fat or anything but you cannot say Simon wasn't a big guy - he was excessively muscular and quite tall. Tall enough that you had to almost strain your neck to look up at him properly.

"Here," you added, passing him a towel that you had picked up from the bed.

A quick glance gets chucked at you and he greatly accepts it into his arms, "bathrooms just next door and clothes are in the wardrobe."

"I stink that much?" He already snickers, removing his jacket from his person as he does so. You scoff. Almost instinctive too.

"you're alright, just don't want you going around spreading blood and dirt round the house. i don't think my parents would like that." He rolls his eyes and smirks at you. "Yeah, yeah." He steps out of the bedroom leaving his filthy jacket behind. "Your brother told me your parents are away for a bit?"

Your parents had left for some work thing for a few months - leaving you and your brother at home alone. At least now Simons is here you could have some more fun.

"gone for the next two months." you reply from his bedroom, chatting while he turns the shower on. You neatly fold up his dirty jacket and take a slight huff.

Around an hour goes by, lying down in your bedroom - scrolling endlessly through your phone as Simon stays in the shower. Thuds. Loud foot-slamming thuds blast from the bathroom. Pull yourself up and out of bed to check on Simon just to see him with just a towel on his bare body, the towel slowly descending down his hips. Peeking down at his pelvis as crimson rushes to your eyes, you swiftly glance back up to see his smug face gazing down at you.

"You good?" the man before you pondered, staring down at you as your eyes hovered around his damp body.

"Yeh, fine." you mumble, averting your eyes. "Jacks not back until late tonight, works keepin him behind so I'll just order someit" you added, your voice barely audible.

He nods, swiftly and heavily - great you were stuck with him for a few more hours seeing as your brother was busy. Sighing when you move away from him, back to your room to order some food. You couldn't get the image of Simon out of your head. His naked person, water dripping from his hair. His chiselled and smooth face. Plump lips that would just be great to kiss. Bet he would be a sloppy kisser, especially when drunk. God can imagine. With his glistening brown eyes that had seen more things than anyone could ever think of, you could tell his story, his life through his pupils. You loved his soft, flowy hair - it was the perfect length that showed off his sharp but still soft jawline. Dirty blonde colour that you would actually just die for. It just suits his fine hairstyle.

Let's not even talk about his body. Shit his sexy ass body. His perfect waist. God he looked slutty. You could see the outline of his cock through the towel. Aaaa. Thinking about it makes you wet. The towel was slanted so you could see his nice hips. It felt for your eyes only, as if he had done it for you. His muscles are just flawless - not too chiselled so it's not rock solid, but not too soft so there's still an outline. His alluring pecs, they looked as soft as a marshmallow. You need to get your hands on them instantly. knead them, give them seductive, black and dark purple bruises, lick his pretty ass nipples. Maybe you shouldn't be thinking about this.

Fuck did you still like him? Pack it in honestly! He's your brother's best friend, plus it wouldn't be like Simon was attracted to you. You weren't his type. Now that you think of it you don't recall Simon ever mentioning a girlfriend or crush or anything of the type. Has he ever had a girlfriend? I mean there's nothing to disapprove of when it comes to him. He was sweet when needed, sarcastic, funny, hot, fit, cute, cold. However, you don't mean a mean cold. You mean a sexy, mysterious, snarky, controlling cold. If he wanted you too, you would bend over for him and let him take control - do whatever he wanted. That's just the type of person you wanted and it was lucky you had someone who seemed like that type naked right now in your house. Fuckkkkkk. Were you starting to recatch feelings again? Maybe you're just needy and need to get laid.

With an irruption the thoughts hault as you hear Simon, “is there eh.. anything I could do? Chores or whatever?” he asks with a certain nervousness in his voice. You didn't quite catch exactly what he said with your head half still in the clouds.

“what? No no. "you're a guest it's not your place” sweetly laughing at his ridiculous ask. A subtle ‘oh’ sound pours from his lips. You stare up at him - making quite uncomfortable eye contact with him as he sighs in and out and walks towards the living room. “You sure? I wouldn't mind.” His rough accent formed out through his lush words. It was hard to tell whether you thought he was cute or not.

"Oi" you warm him when you see him picking up some rubbish and putting it into the bin, pointing your finger at him as if to tell him off while following him into the living room. As you see him sitting on the couch you continue, "shut it, it's fine.” sighing softly when you sit beside him.

Soon you two began to talk a little - carrying on your banter from before as a shitty TV show sounds in front of you. Throwing harmless insults side to side to each other as it starts to get more physical - jokingly hitting each other, pushing and messing with each other's hair and now this… Simon was chuckling and pushing you over onto the cushions to then tower over you - pinning you to the couch. "Hey!" you howl as he grips onto your arms to keep you down. Grimacing as he snickers above you, almost mocking your tiny body with his. He lingers there for way too long, staring down into your eyes - his contact deciding whether to look into your eyes or those distracting lips of yours. Then he chooses; his glaze loiters over your cherry lips as he leans more into you. The sensation of his scent fills your nose as he gets closer, blocking the space that divides you two. "S-simon?" whispering your answer to him while he gets way too into your space.

That was enough of a sign for him to make his move. And before you can resist, He closes the gap between you, his lips find yours, claiming them in a passionate kiss. It feels surreal and wrong, but part of you can't help but be swept up in the moment. The moment felt electric as your tongues met in a sensual way. Your heart is beating faster and faster. You can feel your body melt into his, all traces of thought and logic vanishing amidst the heat of the moment.

He grabs onto the side of your waist and calmly smooths it out as he increases his kiss, stopping every few 30 seconds to breathe. "Wait!" you burst out and push him away from you. He breathes heavily - catching his breath as you scoot yourself to the end of the couch. Swiftly picking yourself up and exiting the room that now forever holds that memory. Simon was left confused and dazed. You were sloppily kissing him one second then you had just picked yourself up and left him; not saying anything about it.

Emotions of confusion to lust to anger to sadness flood your mind as you figure out what the fuck had happened. I mean it wasn't like you didn't like him but you liked the kiss. But that's normal right? Liking the kiss? It didn't mean you liked him. You had told yourself for years so you had told yourself again: you cannot like him. He's your brother's BEST mate. There's no way your brother wouldn't stab you if he found out you were even thinking about Simon like this. Making your way to the bathroom floor - the slick cool floor so you can just slide onto and rethink your entire life. You sit there with your head in your hands, trying to make sense of the feelings you were feeling. Sighing as you fight with your inner self.

It wasn't like you hadn't kissed before though. It was after parties a lot- both of you were hammered and in each other's company and then it would just kinda happen. The warmth of his lips were always on your mind, after the amount of times you two had kissed it was almost like his plump lips were imprinted onto yours. You could draw them with your eyes closed almost. "This is wrong," you whisper to yourself, "this is wrong." But it felt so right. The feeling of Simon's lips on yours, the way his body pressed up against yours like a perfect fit, and the way he looked at you with those irresistible deep brown eyes.

“y/n?” a rough voice sounded from the room behind the bathroom door, scared to even answer at the act you had just pulled.

“‘M sorry si.” whispering so he can just barely hear you.

He then pops open the door to see you were on the floor and hiding yourself from the world almost. "Love? You got all upset?" isn't wasn't really a question - more of a statement.

You had kissed him and then left him. Maybe you should at least give him an explanation?

“It's- it's just I can't…

Your Jack's best friend man, and- and it's wrong. You're one of my mates for fuck's sake.” Whimpering kinda through your words, looking up at him with your nearly pricked eyes.

“Maybe we should yk… not do this.” Your words slip out as you regret the thoughts spewing out of you.

Without another word, you two had lived out the rest of the day in silence - not talking about the situation nor anything in general. It was weird, almost eerie how quiet the house was. Faint blasts of media when either of you switched on a TV or your phones but other than that no sound came from your mouths. Jack still hasn't come home, god his shifts were ages.

It was awkward- too fucking awkward. You two had sat down on the couch, put on some TV show you both enjoyed and ate your takeaway. All you wanted was a big fat burger more than anything and maybe to unsay everything that happened a few hours ago. It was a fucking mistake to kiss him then.

“Simon” a small voice creeps out of your mouth, barely audible. His head swings in your direction, so fast he could actually break his neck. God it was too embarrassing to bring up before, “your food alright?” fuck why the shit did you say that?

“Yeh. Fine." Fuck, you were fucked. Holy shit. The air was dead silent, it was pure threatening. You knew you had upset him. He didn't show his emotions tons but you knew you had. You almost felt like you were in the eye of the storm. Not a word is spoken and the air is thick with tension.“Good, good” your tone progressively gets quieter the more you talk. "Listen" words get cut off by the blast of the door opening. The sounds of stomping follow through the hall and into the living room.

“Oh Simon!" Jack almost squeals out.

Simon looks at Jack with his heart pounding in his throat. Jack looks back and smiles, seemingly unaware of the tension in the room. He ruffles Simon's hair and grabs the extra bags from the takeaway, snacking on them as he settles down in his chair. The air is thick and unbearable. You try to act calm and casual, but your nerves are getting the best of him. Your leg is bouncing off the floor like crazy, bounce bounce bounce - over and over until Simon lays his hand on your knee. “Pack that in."

“Ooooo, Simon!" Jack laughs as he smirks at you two, “you better not be touching up my sister.” He chuckles once more, as if he didn't know the obvious sexual tension in the room as his hand touched you. You wanted his hands to touch elsewhere but you had fucked up. The pooling puddle of guilt only increasing with time just made it worse, the little voice in your head chanting ‘simon, simon, simon’. JUST SHUT UP!

“I wouldn't go anywhere near her '' Simon laughed it off as if he wasn't on you a few hours ago. You feel your heart sink and a wave of embarrassment wash over you. You try to force a smile but your face feels numb. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart and ease the tension in the room. You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You force yourself to make eye contact, hoping you look confident and composed. You take a deep breath and attempt to speak up. "oi twat," you speak to Jack while pushing Simons hand that was still on your knee away, "work alr'ght?"

"what yous been up too?" jack smiles over at you.

"Oh uhm," a blush spreads across your cheeks when you remember the kiss you and Simon had shared on this same couch a few hours ago. "Just watching uh tv" you smile to try to make yourself seem less suspicious. “Oh well, I'm goin’ to bed” Jack states and then moves away from the living room to his bedroom. Leaving you and him alone once again.

“You didn't need to lie." His eyebrows knit softly, and he looked at you in a way that indicated there was more on his mind.

“Way what else was I meant to say? That we made out on the sofa, his best friend and his sister, then i ran off cause im too much of a fucking pussy because the person i like finally kissed me and i was scared?!”

He sighs out loud, then shakes his head in his hands, “you like me?” Simon's breath hitched in his chest. He didn't hide the colour that crept into his cheeks, his eyes searching for yours as he breathed in and out - trying to process everything. As his eyes looked at yours, yours were glued shut. Trying to block everything out.

“N-no.. I- it just came out. I didn't mean like- like that." Your body stiffened. His nostrils flared as he took an uneasy breath, his expression turning sour. He cleared his throat once and took a slow breath. "Good." Simon muttered. His voice was cold as he looked away.

“Good? Why's that good?” Your scoff becomes almost deadly when you hear his mumbles that he obviously didn't intend on you hearing.

He glares at you, knives being thrown at you through his firing pupils. “Wouldn't wan’ get into that” simple but saddening answer. Your eyes mould shut and you sigh at him.

“Whatever” you set yourself up and start to step off, away from the scene - once again. "Fine, pussy off again" He's trying not to show how pissed off he is, but it bleeds through every syllable.

“What the fuck?” Your eyes squinted as if you were trying to see him. Stomping towards him, your footsteps create thunder and lightning with every step forward. Getting himself up and then backs up and glares at you with that dead expression he had only used on the pricks he met. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Why are you leaving again?”

Letting out a harsh sigh as a response, you stop in front of him as if defeated.

“Cause we fucking kissed!” you shout at him, pushing him from his chest but he doesn't budge, the tears calmly falling from your tear ducts, calmly despite how fucking angry you are, “and maybe i like you but im just some fucking toy for you!” your voice quieting while the tears cloud your mouth. The salt seasoned your tongue. Simon groans. "It's complicated love.” His voice has taken on that husky tone that sends wet heat straight to your core even though all you wanted to do was fucking kill him right now. "You are not a toy to me, your- it's-''

“It's fine Simon, I understand."Mumbling and whispering your answers.

“No you don't. Even I don't even fucking understand. You're amazing but I'd fucken ruin you doll. ‘M not right for you. Love, you need to move on.” He said, sputtering, like he didn't want this to happen. You could sense a hint of sorrow hidden in his eyes.

“I DON'T WANNA. I WANT YOU!” finally shouting at him, to knock it into his head. Not caring if your brother hears your desperate words anymore. You could see him fighting against anger. He was trying hard to control his anger in order to respond calmly. In the end, he couldn't hold back and barked at you. “Love. Fucks sake” he cursed under his breath, the words wrought with exasperation and longing.

The details melted from your brain, like you fought and now you two were on the couch - the place you two had been earlier that day, kissing once again. You positioned yourself atop him, feeling his hands curve around your waist as his grip intensified. Your body pressed firmly against him, enhancing the closeness of the intimate embrace. The kiss was deep - almost smothering you with his lips. The groans that fall from his mouth to yours echo through you both could make your little cunt throb. But instead of your cunt throbbing, his cock does instead. The tight tent growing under you, the sensation pushing up against your pussy, the gentle, sweet moans that drip from your lips only create an even smaller free space in his boxers.

He presses his lips to yours after slipping his tongue out of your mouth, a small peck on your lips and then releases you. Simon's heavy breathing mixed with his blush filled face made your wet spot glow. “This - is this alright?" you nervously whispered into his ear to check up on him. Simon pulled back so you two were not in each other's face to catch his breath before leaning back in and kissing you more. It’s deep and passionate, a lot of feelings built up inside him for you, and it was all being unleashed through his actions and kisses. The length underneath you being unable to leave your head, your mind running with lewd thoughts. As if you were sleepwalking or something but as soon as you thought about riding his girthy, thick, hard length it was almost magically your cunt started dragging against his size, humping his pathetically rock hard cock.

The kissing stops as he lets out a short whimper before pulling you back in for a rough kiss, almost eating your face off. Like he needed you so fucking badly, like he had wanted this for hundreds of years. Like a hungry lion when meeting any piece of meat near. Dangerously gripping onto your hips and helping you through your grinding. He knew it would be pathetic if he came from this, no actual contact- it was just you humping his hard on through layers of clothes but he was close. The heat from both your bodies combined with your passionate, deadly kissing and then on top of that the grinding, it's all intoxicating to him.

As your breaths synchronise and the space in between you grows as he leans back against the couch, letting you do whatever - surrendering to your touch.

His head gets launched back and a groan falls from his mouth when you grind faster as your hands trail up your body and lift the fabric over your head. The shirt drops to the floor as he aws at your chest, the plump skin that flows above your pretty yet basic bra. “So fucken pretty" he groans into your breasts and kisses the fat.

His hands comfortably lay on your thighs, squeezing the fat and gleaming his smile up at you. His mind is hypnotized by your perfect body, the way your body curves at the right place, soft skin and fuck your sensitive spots. Could almost finish with the way you moan when he grabs onto a sensitive spot. His gaze lingered on your figure. The only thing that snapped him back was when your voice reached his ears. "This okay si?”

“More than okay darling.” He smiles sweetly up at you, "You okay with more?”

Swiftly you nod at him, ready to take anything. Within a second he took off his shirt, his hand still around your waist so you don't fall with his movements. His shirt fell down to the floor, exposing his bare chest that you had seen so many times before but… today was different. He then pulls your body up and places you on the other side of the couch.

As your eyes follow his chest he unzips his pants, his rough voice sounding through your ears. “Pants off.” He commands you to do as asked - and you follow through. Scrambling to tug off your pants and then your panties, your cunt gets a hit of the breeze to it. He gazes at your bare form, no pants, no panties and no shirt. Only a bra yet to be ripped off. He groans at the sight of you. As you look back towards him you see him getting out his cock, the length bouncing out. You were a little scared to touch, after the events from before you weren't sure what was okay now…

“Come ‘ere love” Simon's voice mixed between his rough voice and one that's trying to be as loving as possible. Following his commands brings you to be sitting on his lower stomach, he was laid down with his hands rubbing up your hips. Murmuring sweet, soft things to slowly melt your brain.

“So so pretty dove” he hums to himself and smiles, meeting your gaze with his own.

Without asking you had enough, enough of the build up, enough of practically edging since the shower scene, enough of not being filled with his cock! Pulling your hands to his chest and lifting yourself, making sure to be careful and not hurt him. He questions, “what are you up to love?" not angry, just curious. No reply came but a soft whine while you sink yourself onto his cock, feeling him fill you up. Hovering just above, not taking the full thing. His groan just makes you a little more scared, well not scared just you wanted to take this slow. It's your first time with him, Simon Riley - the man you had a crush on for years maybe, and you didn't wanna drop down onto his big cock and cum instantly. That would be so fucking pathetic. But then again you feel the knot ripping already by just seeing his face making those sounds and his cock being slightly in you.

Simon's hands wrap around your waist, gripping his fingernails into you - small curved cresents buried into your skin. A groan growls from you, then when he lifts you up, and plops you all the easy down onto his cock, a loud gasp follows. Spearing your cunt. “S-si!” you loudly moan out. Your cunt squishes his cock, his groans only make the heat maximise. Eyes roll back when his strength lifts you back up and spears you onto his length once more. After a while of the same movement you were basically a flop. Just his fleshlight.

“Fuck princess!” Simon whines when he stops force impaling you, then you start bouncing up and down. Your tits bounce along with your movements, creating a hypnotising target for him. Up and down, following every jump you make. Your walls tighten around his cock. The wetness from you running down his cock, creating almost a fountain from your moistness. “Keep going doll” groans drop from his lips as his orgasm nears, your wet cunt engulfing his dick. Your cunt is filled with his cock. Honestly if he were to come, you'd just burst. You thrust yourself up and back down. His groans and your moans create one big potion. A potion that would surely have you, Simon and your brother all sitting down at the dinner table tomorrow talking about what the fuck was going on.

Your guilt gets closed off when Simon's voice whispers out, “‘m close!” fusion between being quiet and being loud. Bouncing faster, more mewls fall out of you. Being ping-ponged onto his cock just felt so fucking good. “Me too” barely formed your words, too busy with the pleasurable activity.

“Your body's so fuckin’-” his groan slices through the sentence, “so fucking perfect, fucken made to take my cock. Werent you? Cute little slut all f’ me” His blabbers between his shut teeth came out louder than he wanted. He was very clearly trying to last as long as possible and not cum. Your bounces fasten up when your high glows closer and closer, so desperate for a release and his release. His length hits all the right fucking angles.

“Let me cum inside you.. Please please please" His plea filled the living room, so eager to fill you up. With your mind elsewhere and letting your slutty body take control you let him. His grip onto your waist tightens, forcing your movements to grow. His cock feels every wet spot inside you, the pressure building up. He moans out, his grip tightening as he thrusts up into you. His rhythm increases, you feel yourself getting closer and closer, your body trembling and your mind spinning. The small sweet faces you make, your eyes rolling back into your currently empty brain. Soon his warm, salty cum fills you up, spurting down from your pussy. Your orgasm soon follows after, both your cum mixing together - creating one big sticky mess. A mess that surely you'd regret in about 10 hours. His eyes almost fell back with his head, leaning back against the sofa.

He slowly pulls out of you, a small trail of cum following behind him. Taking a deep breath and a big stretch. You feel a rush of pleasure course through your body as he leans in and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. Your eyes are glued closed, savouring the moment. His lips linger on your skin, and you can feel the electricity in the air. You take a deep breath and open your eyes, looking into his addictive eyes as you smile weakly at him.

Perhaps you were right to fuck him and it was for the best. You finally shagged him and the faux images didn't have to be in your head anymore - you finally put an end to those fantasies. Now for all the consequences for shagging him. Simon Riley. Your brothers' best mate.

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∘₊✧─ - GHOSTS GHOST

simon 'ghost' riley ⸝⸝ navigation ⸝⸝ goth masterlist ୨୧ tags : fluff

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : ghost hunting with ghost!

Tiptoeing around a graveyard late at night. You convinced Simon to come ghost hunting with you, somehow he was up for it. Simon did think it was fucking stupid but he would do anything for you, why would he not?

The only thing you can hear other than the howling of the air, is a loud scoff from Simon. The reason for the scoff? You had turned on your phone and downloaded a shitty little ghost hunting app. The detector searches around the place as you move the phone to let your camera see. "What the fuck are you doing?" A small chuckle follows.

The wind carried the trees along, the wind blowing in your two faces while you stroll along a gravely path in an abandoned graveyard. The graves seem to loom over you, but only a few are knocked over.

"Shhh! There might be a ghost” you giggle and shake him around in a fake attempt to scare him. The detector beeps when you point it over at this one long grave, moss growing along the drowning cracks. “si! There's a ghost!" kind of screaching your words to him as more laughs fall out. Then he rolls his eyes and attempts to act along with your silly acts.

"let's hope it isn't evil” his small smile gleams you up and you grasp his hand while pulling him closer to the ghost. "Spooky" he chills as he looks at the name of the man's name on the tombstone.

“ghost is hunting for ghosts” you chuckle to yourself. You could practically hear his eyes rolling (again). Little prick.

As you take a closer look at the name to read it out, a hand comes and wraps around your tummy. Bringing you closer and probably crushing your bones in the process. You scream, "Fucken hell si!” you two laugh as your heart races. "Home time now, love."

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𓋹⋆｡° - BIKINI

simon 'ghost' riley ⸝⸝ navigation ⸝⸝ goth masterlist ୨୧ tags : suggestive

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you and simon go to the beach with matching suits!

The way your thighs move as you walk around on the beach could almost make him come undone, but your thighs and your ass and your fucking tits. His cock was slowly growing painfully stiff.

You spin around, "Si! There's a spot round there” you gleam and walk to the spot you were just talking about. His eyes follow your bikini, the black fabric just barely covering your body. The spot you had picked was right at your feet and you settled down. A picnic blanket was brought to the floor with the bags pulled on top. "Come sit” smiling at him and hopping down to the floor, stretching your legs out whilst grabbing the uncream.

"I'll do it” Simon almost snatches the suncream off you and brings himself down next to you. Squirting the cream on your arms and sensually massaging it into your glistening skin. You glance down at his shorts, you and him had gotten matching pairs! He had black shorts with a small skull print at the bottom and you had a tiny bikini with skulls on both the pieces of fabric covering your tits, just for a second and catching his length hard. Not rock solid hard but getting there.

"Oi!" you shout and hit his arm away in faux anger. You giggle as his face turns into one of confusion, his mouth humming a small confused noise. “get your fucken dick away!” chuckles come from him as he finds out why you were so giggly.

“Perhaps I could put it in you instead?” Simon towers on top of you, holding himself on top of you while your laughs lay down and instead your face lights up with a warm red glow. A hand rubs up your thigh, the side of your hip then up to your bikini strap. Pinging the fabric of your skin, you glare at him. “cheeky cunt.”

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