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tell her to put her tits away !!!!

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IT'S (NOT) JUST SEX ft. SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Warning(s): Sexual Content, AFAB!reader, (Sorta) Daddy Issues, Half&Half Proofread idk

Author's note: Guess I'm drowning in Simon right now, I just have so many ideas for him and honestly this is not original but fuck it I think it's cute mwah

"It's just sex."

But he's literally paying attention to every staccato of your moans, as he angles his hips perfectly to hit your sweet spot every fucking time. The way you arch your back, and your whimpers are elongating with every stroke, adding just the right amount of pressure to have you cumming all over his dick. And he doesn't even care if he's finishing anymore, as long as you're getting yours he's more than satisfied enough. And he's definitely not flipping you over on your back every time without fail just to see your pretty "o" face.

"It's just sex."

But he's waking up before you with your coffee exactly the way you like it, down to the milk preference, brand and roast. Your eggs perfectly fried, and a tender kiss to your temple asking you,

"How'd ya sleep, love?"

"It's just sex."

But he's always fixing your hair when it's out of place, the collar of your shirt when it's tucked in incorrectly and making sure he's holding your hand when you're crossing the street together.

"It's just sex."

But he's talking you down over the phone when you get into a catastrophic argument with your dad and moments later he's showing up at your door with your favorite snacks and beverages. His arms are enveloping you in the most snug bear hug, kissing your temple and rubbing your back while you cry it out. And then you're watching reruns of your favorite tv show and until you're passed out in his arms.

"It's just sex."

But he's letting you in. You're seeing all the sides of him that he never shows to anyone else. The scars under his mask, the way his lips curve up into a smile when you're doing you're little dance to oldies on the radio, and the genuine, hearty chuckle that effortlessly escapes his now loosened sternum.

"It's just sex."

But then you're under the steamy water coming out of his showerhead, as he sings in his off-key baritone while he suds up his loofa to clean you up after he fucked your brains out on his loveseat. Memorizing every mole, stretchmark, and crease in your skin as he's exfoliating your pretty skin.

But,

It's not just sex.

Because he's sitting there on the sofa, wondering how the fuck he ended up with the prettiest, vintage engagement ring you pointed out when you two were antiquing (antiquing? he doesn't bloody go antiquing) between his stout, scarred fingers, glittering in the moonlight and all.

"Si?"

He turns from the ring to the most stunning woman that's ever graced his miserable presence, leaning against the doorframe with his shirt hanging loosely over her thighs, hair disheveled in the cutest way humanly possible. Her playful smile etching into her dulcet features as she sucks in her bottom lip. Oh yeah, she's a fuckin' stunner.

"Are you coming back to bed?"

His eyes visibly softening as he drinks you in.

"Ya, dovie, I'll be right there." He murmurs, licking his dry lips, and you're already padding back to his room, making sure you sway your hips provocatively. That causes his lips to kick up into a genuine smile and a chuckle to escape his chest. And then he's up, carefully putting away the precious metal in a false bottom drawer under the utensils, and then he's jovially treading back to you. Face first into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet, natural musk. He could bathe in this shit.

Fingers carding through his hair and he's oblivious to the knowing smirk on your sly face. That fucker thinks he's so slick.

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Effortless

Highlighting the artist who made Simon "Ghost" Riley such a compelling imaginary boyfriend for us all - his actor Samuel Roukin.

Sam's vibes are so, so different from Neil Ellice's in-your-face "Look at me, I'm amazing!" (you are, lovie, you truly are) or Barry Sloane's Hot Boy flirtatiousness.

Sam knows he's The Shit and he doesn't preen. He just lets us notice.

Look at him slip in and out of Ghost's gravelly drawl like it's a piece of silk.

I love his subtle, self assured, ginger beanpole ass.

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his phone is ringing. he's startled, because no one calls him. he doesn't think anyone even has his number. when he flips it over, it's just a mess of digits, but the area code is familiar. (18+, kinda dark, mw3 spoilers)

he's curious. too curious. he has to answer it, even if he knows he won't respond. he needs to hear someone's voice because the ones in his head are clawing at the inside of his skull, and he needs to ward them off, even if just for a minute.

he picks it up. and he waits for the greeting.

"h...h-hello?"

it's a soft voice. a woman's voice. he frowns, but he says nothing. there's a gentle sniffle on the other end, and then she talks again, a bit shakier this time.

"h-he...he said you might be like this," she whispers. "said...said you might not talk. but...he said you would answer. said you'd always answer."

his head snaps up. suddenly, he's sitting up straight, at attention, and he squeezes his free hand into a fist and nearly punctures the skin with his blunt fingernails. something sharp hits his chest, and his heart drops into his stomach. he tastes acid.

i guess he was right all along. johnny had a bird. and he left her behind, too.

"i-i...i can't--" you stutter, sucking in a shaking breath, and ghost grunts, biting his tongue, wanting to taste blood. every time he thinks he has found his center, something throws him off. the jingle of his dog tags in the bedside table's drawer. the flash of blue in someone's eyes only to realize it isn't him, he's fucking gone, he's dead and so am i.

the sound of his bonnie lass, soft and sweet as she cries into the phone.

the line cuts. you drop the phone, covering your face with your hands, and you sob into your palms. you haven't moved from this place on your couch. everything reminds you of something that once was, and when you found the number on the back of a worn picture tucked neatly into his bible, you called because he told you if you needed him, he would answer.

it's past midnight when the door opens. you're still in the same place, strewn about the cushions where you've been for days, you think. you turn your head, and he nearly has to duck his head to come into your space. when he steps into the moonlight, you see the skeleton mouth of his mask, and you just blink, watching him come closer.

johnny always told you that if something happened, ghost, simon, whatever the fuck he would be calling himself when he would inevitably show up, that he would support you. but you didn't know how. you didn't think to ask, because johnny was all smiles and warm glows, and ghost is a dark cloud that threatens what grows.

but johnny was right.

he supports you when you climb up over him, settling down with your thighs around his head. he supports you when you bend, dragging your warm cunt over the flat of his tongue and chasing the high that you've missed for so long. and he supports you when you cum, scarred cheeks hollowing as he sucks at the skin of your thighs, following the trails of slick that drip from you, letting it guide him right back to where he belongs, inside of you, around you, making you forget what's missing.

yeah. johnny's always right.

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ex-boyfriend simon riley making you admit you still love him if you wanna cum <3

he can be such a jerk sometimes! calling you up one evening, claiming he was just wanting to check in on you and how you know how overbearing protective he can be sometimes, acting surprised when you snapped at him barely after his greeting.

“what has you so frustrated, hm, dove?… christ, can practically feel you seethin’ through the screen.”

you bit your tongue and gave him the truth over the phone; how he shouldn’t be calling you without warning like this considering you’ve broken up, and it’s inappropriate to be labeling you those sweet pet names you unfortunately and unknowingly still adore deep down.

how you don’t appreciate his abrasive bluntness, then again, he should know very well that you never have liked that part about him.

you told him the truth, though you couldn’t be entirely honest with him, in the sense of how fucking needy you’ve become with his absence. for touch and care, proximity and security, and all that.

but you are over him, undoubtedly, and you let him know that.

“yeah, baby, whatever you say…

…bet you rub that little cunt raw every night thinkin’ve me.”

and that shut you up quick.

he hummed in understanding, like your silence was readable.

“poor girl prob’ly hasn’t had any proper attention since i’ve been gone… shame such a pretty thing has to be so neglected, eh?”

butterflies invaded your tummy at the compliment, and you cursed yourself for your hasty, blind acceptance of it. but you can't blame yourself; what girl wouldn’t at least begin to crumble at that voice?

“i’m right, yeah?” he taunted, and it almost made you sick when you caught yourself rubbing your thighs together at his meanness.

“c’mon, sweetheart… you know you can be honest wi’ me.”

and god, was his cocky tone so infuriating; you wanted to reach through the phone and slap his smug face straight for overstepping your relationship’s boundaries so blatantly, and with such a deeply rooted nonchalance in his voice that always had you heated and wet.

“say the word, ‘nd i’ll come over and fuck you right now.”

…which is why you had eventually asked him oh, so nicely:

“please..?”

you could practically hear the shit-eating grin on his face, followed by the faint noises of boots hitting hardwood floor and then the clicking of a door’s lock, the obnoxious ringing of keys clanging together.

“just give me ten minutes, doll.”

and now, as he bullies and buries his cock deep in your warm cunt, reaching all those sweet spots you or another man could never even come close to, you can’t really think much of his misbehavior.

truthfully, you can’t think much of anything at all, at the moment.

he had teased you prior to finally managing his way inside you, for god knows how long. his mouth, his fingers, his cockhead; all had brought you to the edge rather quickly, over and over after each other, but he was yet to give you that final push.

he puts his full body’s weight on you, strong pecs pressed up against your heaving, sensitive tits, and his stubble tickling your neck unceasingly. you can’t stop squirming and writhing beneath him, and his hot groans right up against your skin aren’t helping, either.

it’s always been a feat taking his cock, being crammed in your precious cunt almost every night when you two were together, but now it’s been weeks, and you nearly forgot just how big he was.

you missed it, admittedly. all of it; the veins and ridges, the unforgiving stretch. the slight twinge of pain he always hushed with his fingertips pressing your swollen, little clit, or a calloused thumb shoved between your puffy lips to suck on and drool over to distract yourself.

you missed his stamina, his libido. most striking of all, his selflessness in the entire act. he’s a soldier, he serves you right. most times.

“fuckin’ christ, sweetheart… missed this tight, messy thing wrapped ‘round my cock… practically stranglin’ me ‘n with no remorse, eh?”

shit, and you missed his dirty talk most of all.

“gonna fill this pretty, little pussy… keep ‘er happy all night, make up for lost time with my girl.” he wraps his hand gently around your jaw, making your eyes meet his. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you nod frantically, swallow as best you can, before sucking in a breath. “yeah— yes, please, si… i-i want it really bad… please.”

he kisses your lips with a smile, and then all over the side of your face, up to your forehead. he just can’t seem to stop kissing you.

“tell me, sweetheart. y’wanna cum, too?”

“i do, si—! i really, really do- fuck, please?” you beg and beg, and as much as it turns him on, digs at his heart to just give in, he sticks to his guns and merely adds:

“then say the words, pretty girl,” he coos, making you whimper in frustration. “that’s it, y’know what i wanna hear.”

you huff a whine in response, albeit your breath is strangled when he doesn’t halt his movements for even a second.

you really, really don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

he’s nearly panting himself, big chest and even bigger shoulders rolling upwards with every thrust. “y’ain’t cummin’ til i hear you say it, baby. c’mon, now. jus' admit it, that you still love me.”

he buries his cock to the very hilt, taking your slackened jaw tighter in his hand as he watches your eyes grow even hazier from his pelvis rubbing up against your vulnerable, needy clit. the stern look he gives you tells you he's serious about his last statement, but you'll later swear you sensed a bit of sadness, even despair in his expression.

“i love—” you choke on your own breath, desperate to sputter out the words. “i love you, si…”

and he practically has hearts in his eyes. “you mean it?”

“yes—! yes i do, i promise i still love you, please,” you spill, sounding closer to a temper tantrum than anything. “just lemme cum, please, si… really need it, please, i-i’ve been good...”

he hums lowly, contented, satisfied for once. as if those three words themselves — i love you — are the ones actually stroking his fucking cock. his ego maybe, you’d think, but jesus.

if you knew just how badly off he was beforehand, you never would’ve let him get this cocky and in control.

“love you too, sweetheart.” he kisses your puffed out lips, wipes a tear you hadn’t even noticed was trickling down your cheekbone. “always been my good, patient girl, haven’t ya?”

you nod once more, pinched brows and bleary eyes doubling in severity at his soft tone. simon praising you and being so, so uncharacteristically sweet has always made you fawn after more, even now. especially now.

“tha’s right, baby, you’re my good girl… now do me a favor and cum on my cock for me, yeah? lemme feel every last bit of ya.”

he ultimately resumes moving inside you, and it makes you wonder when he ever even stopped. your brain shuts off when he snakes a hand between your bodies, smoothing over your tummy before his middle and ring fingers quickly find your tortured, little bud. pressing hard, making you writhe with oversensitivity.

he works you over the edge diligently, and embarrassingly fast on your part, taking into account just how long he had edged you for. the sight and sweet noises you make are a dream; a reality he awfully missed, and something no other girl could compete with.

"that's it... easy, sweetheart," he coos softly.

he gives you a moment to come down from your high, softly palming your throbbing cunt to assist in grounding you, but you're barely able to finish catching your breath before he's doing it all over again! resuming flicking at your clit, rubbing you harshly and overstimming you enough to make you fruitlessly jolt and cry out beneath him.

he frowns down at you, damn-near condescending. "again, for me?"

you twitch and moan relentlessly as he gradually coaxes another orgasm from your tuckered body, his cockhead hitting that part deep enough inside you to make you see stars, his hard abdomen pressed against your tummy making the pressure of it all skyrocket tenfold.

the sensation of you finishing around his length once more has him barreling into his own orgasm, and soon fucking his pent up cum deep into your cunt with a few hard thrusts and a grumbled, broken groan right at your temple.

endless praises spill from his lips as everything becomes a blur for you; from the moment he's pulling out of your used cunt—crawling down and giving it and your pretty tits a couple sloppy kisses before briskly redressing himself—to being coddled in bed and squished between his muscular arms and torso.

he holds you so close to him that it makes you wonder why, or even how you could ever turn your back to it. he truly makes you feel like a spoiled doll in this sort of space. a doll with shaky legs, ruined makeup, and half a conscious.

"remind me why we broke up again?" he chimes.

you groan aloud, burying your face somehow further in his chest. "shut up, simon."

he laughs softly, pestering you with even more quick kisses, one after another to the crown of your skull. large hands rubbing up and down your back, moving to knead at your ass and thighs for a short moment. he just loves touching you so much.

“c’mon, pretty girl. let’s go get you cleaned up,” he mutters with an exhale. "how's a hot bath sound?"

you have no time to interject, other than a displeased pout and shake of your head, before you’re being hoisted up on your wobbly legs, then swept up and carried to your restroom when you couldn’t even make it three steps before your knees began to buckle on you.

you’re dizzy, utterly dazed and half asleep as he bathes you. making sure you don’t lift a finger as he works, treating you as nothing less than a princess. your loosened muscles somehow melt even more with his precise touch and strength, and you remember just how much you love being turned utterly numb and dependent on him.

you’re pretty sure you fell asleep the moment you were wrapped in a warm towel, pulled into the strong embrace of his meaty arms, but something he said moments beforehand had stuck with you.

“hey,” he whispered, soapy hand turning you to face him. he leaned in and kissed the area between your brows. “i’ll be better this time.”

“you promise?” you mumbled. your head fell atop your knees, arms wrapped around your legs and keeping them close to your body.

your extended pinky finger made him chuckle a bit, and he quickly looped his own around yours. solidifying his words. “promise.”

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march fic recs

✦ dividers by @gigittamic, @cafekitsune, @plutism ✦

ᓭི༏ᓯྀ hi everyone!! i've read so many great fics this month, so i hope you all enjoy my faves of march!! ᓭི༏ᓯྀ

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call of duty

simon riley

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 embrace by @the-froschamethyst4 husband!ghost x wife!reader | fluff, language, kissing, married couple, children, more use of simon than ghost, protective simon, a worried and caring mother

-y/n and simon’s daughter luna is having a hard time being able to see, in school her teacher notices a few signs and has a talk with the parents to discuss about possible glasses for the child

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 love is not enough by @cntloup simon riley x fem!reader | angst, smut, sex against the wall 18+ MDNI

-“simon, dinner is ready.” you call out, voice flat and emotionless, knowing full well that the food is going to get cold and possibly thrown away.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 simon headcannons by @gaysindistress simone riley x reader

-things that I feel like would happen when you’re in a relationship with simon riley.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 simon fic by @peppermint-toads simone riley x reader | smut

-simon had finally, finally left you the fuck alone.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 simone mini fic by @oceantornadoo protective ex-husband!simon x reader | implied violence/break-in

-your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 ex-husband simon by @shotmrmiller simon riley x reader | 18+ (implication of breeding kink or something and simon's a jealous boy)

-simon who signed the divorce papers without a fight. it'd stung, you're not gonna lie, but it needed to be done and the fact that he didn't make a big fuss about it made things easier for you physically. (emotionally you were in shambles because did he not even want to try and fight for you?)

f1

carlos sainz

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 i would love you either way by @sunny44 carlos sainz x girlfriend!reader | pregnancy talk, infertility etc…

-carlos notices that you’ve been acting weird and he decides to ask you why.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 lolita by @cherry-leclerc carlos sainz x reader | age gap (10 years), porn with plot, affairs, forbidden romance, angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of drugs, tragedy, erotic literature, 18+... sexual tension, penetrative sex, dry humping, riding, size kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), semi - public sex, deepthroating, praise, fingering, handjobs, lots of dirty foreplay, slapping (like once AH), a bit of edging, overstimulation, a bit of crying, sucking on fingers, squirting

-you were young, alluring, floating through a disastrous life with the touch of a thousand angels. carlos was successful, irresistible and someone who often kept a distance from catastrophe. never in a million years did he think he would have a complete moment of weakness…especially the week of his wedding. 

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 overprotective dad by @ccsainzleclerc5516 carlos sainz x reader

-girl dad carlos series continues

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 two different kinds of love by ^ carlos sainz x reader | girl dad! carlos

-bea series (girl dad carlos)

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 carlos sainz being a simp for you by @itaipava carlos sainz x reader

-he always puts his arm over your shoulder without saying anything or takes his hand out of his pockets to hold yours when you approach him.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 carlos sainz falling in love with you by ^ carlos sainz x reader

-carlos always thought you were beautiful, but he truly fell in love with the beauty inside you

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 soft moments with carlos sainz by ^ carlos sainz x reader

-doing skincare and taking care of yourselves on a free day

oscar piastri

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 let's have a baby, baby by @norrizzandpia osacar piastri x reader | sexual conversations, language, oscar has no filter at all, an extremely graphic and sexual conversation that has zak traumatized (pray for him), tooth rotting fluff

-there is nothing oscar wants more than for y/n to get pregnant with his kid, and everyone knows it.

harry styles

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 breastfeeding in public by @hazslover harry styles x reader | breasting mention, fluff

-‘honey.. she needs feeding’ you scratch the back of his neck to grab his attention. he turns to look at you.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 inside y/n l/n’s bag | vogue by @lovecanyon dad!harry styles x reader | fluff, mom!reader

-“hi vogue i am y/n l/n and this is what’s in my bag.”

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 squishy little marshmallow by @finelinevogue harry styles x reader

-pure lover vibes

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 the one where harry goes on a hike with his kids by @alittletaste dad! harry styles x reader

-harry looked like a proper dad. his cheeks had a few days old stubble on them, his eyes were clouded with sleep but you could see the absolute adoration in them and he was also supporting some eye bags from the lack of sleep.

dune

paul atreides

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 the death of a star by @nonpoppin paul atreides x reader | cheating! not the sexual kind but the emotional kind! toxic marriage, sorta dark paul, almost sexual cheating, talks of bastards, child birth, violence, arranged marriage, pussy eating, fingering, pinv sex, creaming, use of the voice. talks of baby making and brief pregnancy mention.

-paul thought he could never love you but when a star starts to die, it sucks everything in and in your death, your rebirth, he learns he can.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 little cakes by ^ paul atreides x reader | this is a SMUT! 18+ only, please!! Nothing too bad outside of that though. Oral (f.receiving), mentions(?) of voyeurism, heavy petting and Paul being a simp

-you panic as your wedding date draws near and a trip to a famous sex planet doesn't help with these growing emotions. thankfully, Paul is there to distract you.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 big mistakes by ^ paul atreides x reader | THIS IS SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!! male masterbation, oral (f.receiving), thigh job, outer course (?), overstimulation, squirting, Paul is his own warning;little menace, 7k

-society is so mean to girls who want the same things as boys. a whole lot of catching up on missed time and paul putting his foot in his mouth.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 do you believe in us? by @murdrdocs paul atreides x reader | STEPCEST, SMUT MDNI 18+, fem!reader, oral (f receiving), childhood best friends to stepsiblings, instigator paul, appearances by lady jessica, duke leto, and duncan idaho, sparring, sneaking around, 5.3k+

-from a young age, you and PAUL ATREIDES believe you belonged to the other, and foolishly thought you could one day marry. not even an unlikely marriage between your parents will diminish those beliefs.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 when paul has a bad vision by @dropitpunk paul atreides x reader | hurt/comfort kinda, kissing, sweet and short

-distraught mumbling in your right ear woke you from your slumber. paul was shaking beside you again, whispering senseless words into the air.

marvel

natasha romanoff

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 her idiot by @marvelfilth natasha romanoff x f!reader

-your night out with thor and valkyrie leaves natasha worried unimpressed.

wanda maximoff

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 another new addition by @five-bi-five-mind wanda maximoff x fem!reader | fluff, smut, 5.6k+, lots of pregnancy talk; pregnancy sex I guess? bathtub sex, clit play, nipple play, top!Wanda but she's topping from the bottom lol, bottom!r, strap-on (r receiving); enchanted strap, cum-filled strap, strap riding, thigh riding, aftercare

-it finally happened, you were pregnant and growing your family that you now shared with wanda. however, pregnancy was a little rough on you. wanting to take care of you, and also absolutely adoring the way you were glowing from being pregnant with her child, wanda had a plan. she was going to pamper you all night long.

miguel o'hara

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 aftercare by @luveline miguel o'hara x fem!reader | suggestive content mdni, 1k

-“you’re doing that thing,”

woso

alexia putellas

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 the view between villages by @samkerrworshipper alexia putellas x reader | horrificically brain numbing angst

-all alexia can focus on his the sound of the indicator of the van that she’s in.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 embarassing by @wosoreading alexia putellas x reader

-you and alexia take advantage of the opportunity to be typical embarrassing moms.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 sisters and crushes by @sunnyaelia alexia putellas x reader | no angst in here just pure fluff and Alexia being a bit jealous

-alexia has been crushing on you from the first moment on - she refuses to ask you out though, not wanting to mess with the team dynamic. to get things going her sister alba decides to flirt with you, eliciting the exact response from alexia that she had expected

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 love or game by ^ alexia putellas x reader | small mention of blood and wounds, nothing horrible though 

-you get hurt right before an important game of alexia’s and decide not to tell her - she’s really unhappy with you when she finds out 

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 hickey's and concealer by ^ alexia putellas x reader | quite suggestive at one point and alexia lowkey being toxic

-“if you keep covering those marks up i’m gonna have to add something more obvious” 

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 hip thrusts by ^ alexia putellas x reader | fluff, very suggestive

-alexia doing hip thrusts with you as the weight to show you that you’re definitely not too heavy to sit on her lap because you’re a bit insecure about it and then it gets dirty

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 i love you by @ale-wosofan alexia putellas x reader

-reader realizes she’s in love with her girlfriend

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 miscommunications + conversations by @girlgenius1111 alexia putellas x reader | angst, fluff

-alexia has practically stopped speaking in the wake of her second surgery. it's stressing you out, but you don't quite know how to tell her. she gets it out of you anyway.

ingrid egen, mapi leon

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 targeted by @mapiforpresident ingrid egen x mapi leon x reader | mentions of ankle injury

-tackle after tackle was aimed at you throughout the game. the other team clearly targeting you.

leah williamson x reader

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 just as bad as each other by @inuyashaluver leah williamson x reader | swearing, mentions of arguing and injury

-in which you and your best friend are just as bad as each other, from your stubbornness, all the way to your infatuation for one another

alessia russo

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 you're beautiful by @inuyashaluver alessia russo x reader | elf loathing, insecurity, tears, slightly angsty?

-in which your girlfriend wishes you could see yourself the way she does

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 savior by ^ alessia russo x reader | swearing

-in which your girlfriend forgets everything, good thing you’re at home due to injury and being able to read her mind

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 newlyweds by @p0orbaby alessia russo x reader | SMUT 18+, public setting, fingering (r receiving), dom!alessia?

-better add getting married to the list of aphrodisiacs

bridgeton

anthony bridgerton

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 my miracle by @ladysharmaa anthony bridgerton x reader | mentions of death

-anthony’s wife is in labor and it’s not looking good

marauders era

sirius black

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 september fifth, nineteen seventy-eight. by @quackitingg. sirius black x gryffindor!reader | angst, hurt/no comfort, happy end???

-on the fifth of september, nineteen hundred and eight, sirius black receives news that his girlfriend had been one of the victims of the death eaters. however, a few years later, while he was fighting for his godson's safety, when he crossed the veil, he finally managed to find her again and, finally, live by her side.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 blurb by @moonstruckme sirius black x fem!reader | fluff

-straddled in a playfully agressive manner by sirius black

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 meanbf!sirius by @sleyu sirius black x reader | smut

-meanbf!sirius <3 visits you at work only to fuck you in the staff bathroom <3 speaks to you in french while you fuck because he knows you won’t understand what he’s saying and it makes you teary eyed.

james potter

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 daylight by @pretty-little-mind33 james potter x fem!reader | SMUT, oral sex (m & f receiving/giving), teasing, cursing, mature themes, fingering, talk of sex and orgasms

-when your boyfriend finds out he didn't make you come, his anger quickly turns into lust.

wolfstar

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 cute fic pt:1 by @ellecdc  poly!wolfstar x potter!sister!reader | touch starved reader who also happens to be James' sister, it's a secret relationship

-you didn’t even have a right to feel this way right now; this had been your idea.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 cute fic pt:2 by ^ poly!wolfstar x potter!sister!reader

-you & the boys tell james

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 mistake pt:2 by ^ poly!wolfstar x fem!reader | angst, hurt and COMFORT

-remus felt like he’d just been slapped. in fact, he was sure that if he looked in a mirror, he would see a red welt in the shape of your hand across his cheek. read part one here

tom riddle

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 voicemail by @anawritez-posts tom riddle x reader | 18+ only. minors dni, contains dark themes and sexual language so minors pls dni

-y/n tries to escape her controlling obsessed husband, he leaves a disturbing voicemail while she tries to find a way to leave him.

bts

jk

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 12:00 am by @joonberriess jungkook x reader | smut blurb

-best friend!jk hour

peaky blinders

tommy shelby

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 is that how you remember it by @runnning-outof-time tommy shelby x reader | tooth-rotting fluff and one (1) bad word, 2.6k+

-(y/n) finds some discrepancies in the story of how they first met that tommy tells their children…so she decides to give her own rendition of the story.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 to keep you safe by ^ tommy shelby x reader | season 4 spoilers (like right from the jump), language, 1.0k+

-(y/n) and tommy discuss the decision to have her go into hiding while the war with the changrettas rages on.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 little you-s and I-s by @multific tommy shelby x reader | pregnancy mention

-you and tommy deal with the changes that come with your pregnancy.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 tommy shelby fic by @little-diable tommy shelby x fem!reader | just nudity, full on fluff and fun

-tommy will always do what his wife asks of him, especially when he needs a few calm moments himself.

#making my heart soar #thank you 🦢

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you don't think ghost likes you very much. (part 2 of this, but can be read standalone) (18+, semi-dark content ahead, ghoap x fem!reader)

he doesn't like you. no matter what you do, what you wear, what you say, you know he doesn't approve of you, not really.

not like johnny.

johnny adores the ground you walk on. his lips are always on you. in your ear, along your neck, against your collarbone. his tongue is warm, and it slides along your jaw, around your fingers, sucking on your skin.

"what a nice gift, LT," he always says. "got the nicest pussy 'v e'er had." and then he puts those eyes on, those big, soft, blue ones, and he asks, "can i keep 'er, LT? can i have 'er?"

and johnny is so good. johnny does what he's asked of. johnny says yes, he never says no. johnny smiles and nods and does what he is told, and so johnny gets to have you.

johnny gets to keep you.

but you are a pet, and you are nothing more, and ghost never lets you believe otherwise. he doesn't even give you his name; it's ghost, and ghost only, and he never touches you. not the way the johnny does.

he competes with you, but it isn't a competition. johnny doesn't listen to you, not if ghost contradicts you. he will win, and he will win every time, and even though you are aware of this, he reminds you, all the time.

"johnny, please--" you sob, and he laughs, rubbing his stubble against your thigh gently. it's wet, because he's slobbered all over your cunt, and your hole pulses because it wants more. "johnnny...j-johnny, please--"

"oh, relax, my little lamb..." he sucks your clit into his mouth gently, suckling on the puckered bud. you whine at that, reaching down, pulling on the long strands of hair down the middle of his head, and he groans. "makin' a right mess..."

you're crying. tears falling down your face, pleasure like fire at the base of your spine and crawling up your back, and you reach up and squeeze the swell of your breasts, pulling on your nipples gently. johnny always gets you here--right at the top of a glorious fucking hill, and when you come down it, he carries you, keeping you high for as long as he can before he tries again and again and again--

"fuck are y' doing?" a rough voice growls. johnny's ripped off of you, his back arching as a gloved hand yanks on his head. johnny grunts, hissing, and you whine when you see ghost gripping him by his neck, holding the back of his head to his chest. "spoiled. you spoil her, johnny."

"she's so pretty, LT...i--"

"you spoil her." ghost tilts his head to the side, and you see his eyes narrow, a harsh glare at you from under the mask that makes you shake a little. "spoil her fuckin' rotten."

he doesn't let you come. he's a selfish motherfucker.

you don't know why he doesn't like you. for all intents and purposes, he chose you. and he had all but asked you to leave. tortured you, yes, but he hasn't asked you to leave. he still wants you here, doesn't he? if he hated you, if he was jealous, if he really disapproved of you, a man such as he would just kick you out, wouldn't he?

johnny and ghost are gone today. you're alone, and you've decided to occupy your time by cleaning. you put away the clean dishes, fold the laundry that was stuck in the dryer, pick up around the kitchen. ghost keeps the place very clean--but they were pressed for time in the morning, so johnny left you with the softest kisses, and ghost with just a grunt.

you're arranging fresh flowers in the living room when you hear the front door shut. you bounce into the hallway, a big smile on your face ready to greet johnny, but you freeze when you see only one big shadow shrugging off his rain jacket.

ghost is by himself, and he rolls out his neck as he toes off his boots. he hangs up his jacket, still not looking at you.

"wot?" he snaps. "cat got your tongue, little rabbit?"

you swallow, shaking your head.

"sorry...i thought...thought it was johnny."

"yeah? and wot? just 'cause it's not johnny, gonna not greet me like y'should, yeah?" he bites. you stand still for another minute before coming towards him. you lean up on your toes and kiss his cheek, but when you pull away, he reaches down and grips your ass tight, forcing your pelvis against his and rumbling low. he snarls a little, and you tilt your head back as he presses the front of his mask against your lips, kissing you through it. "tha'sit. good girl."

a soft sound comes out of you, a moan, a whimper, you aren't sure, but he smacks your ass gently, nodding his head.

"go on," he mutters. "on the couch."

he eyes you as you walk away.

"'n why the fuck are y'wearin' all those clothes?"

your insides warm at that, and you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder.

"oh. sorry." you slide your sweats off and toss them aside. it's then that ghost realizes you're wearing his shirt. he runs a hand over his taut stomach, adjusting himself shamelessly in his jeans as he watches you bend over to get onto the couch. you wear no panties, and he hums under the mask, tilting his head to the side.

"johnny got held up on base," he murmurs, coming into the living room. you take a seat on the couch, looking up at him, squeezing your thighs together.

"so...we're all alone?" you ask. this is your chance. this is the opportunity you have been waiting for. with no johnny to distract him, all he has is you, and he can't ignore you. not this time.

"all alone, sweetheart."

you swallow hard. "why don't you like me?"

the question is blunt and clear. ghost clicks his tongue under the mask, focusing on you, and he shakes his head.

"tha' isn't wot it is."

"then what is it?"

he just stares, and you shake your head. you need answers. you need to know what you're doing wrong--you want to be good.

"not you, luvie. it's my boy, my poor johnny..." you watch as he grips himself through his jeans again, visibly hard as he squeezes his cock over his zipper. "fuckin' annoying when he isn't the center of attention. my attention. you understand, right?"

you watch him, licking your bottom lip.

"b-but...but--"

"turns into a bloody muppet. pouts like a baby." ghost comes closer, leaning over you, gripping your chin gently. "wot, huh? thought i didn't want y'around?" you whimper when he squeezes your face between his big hand, squishing your cheeks. "'n how could i not, yeah? look at ya..."

he growls under the mask.

"y'wet, sweetheart?" he asks, and you lean back, spreading your knees, and he grunts when he sees between your thighs. the skin is wet, soft and slick, and he hums lowly when he sees how you clench around nothing. "wanna taste, luv. give it t'me."

you reach down gently, sliding two fingers through your folds. you whine a little, scooping a nice handful of slick, and then you pick up your fingers for him. he pushes his mask up, and you shiver when you see the wicked grin on his scarred face. then he takes your fingers into his mouth.

he leans over you. his mouth his hot, and you shake a little when his tongue slips over your fingers, warm muscle swallowing as he tastes you.

"fuckin' hell," he murmurs when he lets your fingers go. "know why johnny spends all his time down there, yeah?"

you giggle, arching your back a little, pulling his shirt up.

"ghost...why dont...why dont you come here?" you reach for the waistband of his pants, tugging gently, and he falls over you on the couch. you meet his eyes as you start to unbutton his jeans. "i want you to spend time here, too, y'know."

"tha' right, sweetheart?"

you smile, "y-yeah." you unzip his pants, your jaw falling open when you pull him out. he's so big, nice and girthy and pretty, and the tip is so pink, dribbling precum and just aching for your tongue to taste him. you rub your thumb over the tip, and he hisses. "and...a-and i love johnny..." you look back up into his eyes. "b-but...i..."

he reaches around and fists your hair, growling against your lips.

"need a right beast to fuck this pretty pussy, yeah? need someone to--" you cry out as he yanks your head back, exposing your neck to him. "--fuckin' ruin ya."

you squeal, arching your back, and he chuckles, but it's mean. you wrap your arms around his neck, and he leans down, resting his forehead against yours.

"yah, luv, y'r mine, just as much as johnny--" you gasp when he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, "y'belong to me. gonna write my name across your fuckin' cunt, sweetheart, fuck that idea right into your pretty head--"

you cry when he fucks you. when he sits up on his knees, gripping you from under your thighs, fucking into you with a reckless rhythm that leaves your thighs shaking and warm tears coming down your face.

"look at you..." ghost hisses, and you cry more, keening as he stares down at where you're connected and the squelch of you dribbles down his thighs. "bloody hell..."

your back bows, your thighs clamping around ghost's hips as he fucks you into the mattress. you can barely think, the only sensation you can really absorb is the way his thighs smack against your ass and the feel of his big, gloved hands spreading you open.

"just needed me right here, yeah?" ghost grunts, slowing his pace as he nestles his pelvis right against yours. you whine; he's so deep, it hurts, but it hurts so good, you don't tell him to stop, you can't. he's so much bigger than johnny, in every way, and you feel suffocated, but if this is how you die, so be it. getting fucked brainless is not the worst way to go, not like this. you gasp when he smooths a big hand over your stomach, pressing the pad of his thumb to where you know the tip of his cock sits. "right there, luv, tha' place is for me, yeah? 's mine, my spot--"

ghost leans down, growling against your neck, a firm grind of his hips punching your cervix again. you claw at ghost's back, and it's painfully obvious how desperate you are--you nearly rip ghost's shirt in pieces.

"this place is for me," he murmurs, spreading his fingers. he grips your waist in both hands and gives you a hard thrust, leaning his head back as he feels you clench hard. you like it when he talks, he can tell--the sound of his voice has you that much wetter, and he clicks his tongue as he leans back, rubbing a gloved thumb over your pretty little clit. "wanna live here...want ya to be my little pet..." he smirks under the mask when you cry, so sensitive. "whenever i want, want you bent over, spread nice 'n wide f'me." he hums low, "whenever i want, yeah?"

he talks like you aren't there. like he isn't cock-deep inside of you, molding the soft places of your pussy to the shape of him. ghost, despite being a little breathless, has no tremble in his voice despite how hot he feels, and he knows, suddenly, why johnny fawns over you. there is nothing that compares to this--there is nothing quite like fucking this pretty princess, watching her tits bounce, her thighs shake, feeling how soft and lovely she is when he gets her right where she belongs--stupid and cumming.

"a princess ya are, yeah?" ghost chuckles. "a right spoiled one, innit?"

and maybe you are a little spoiled. you had no idea you would be getting two for one--johnny and his looming shadow.

you grip ghost's shirt from the front tight, balling it up in tight fists and pulling him close.

"please!" you squeal. "please, please, please--" you moan and sob against the front of his mask. "w-wanted you for so long--w-wanted--"

"ya did?" ghost tilts his head to the side, picking up the pace. he cradles your head between his arms, pressing his face to yours. "even though i was a bastard?"

you mewl, nodding, reaching down and gripping his lower back as he grinds mercilessly. the curls at the base of his cock are rubbing against your clit now, and you angle your hips to catch the feeling every time, and you know you're getting close. you're there.

"almost said your name--" you gasp. "w-when...when he..."

"poor thing--" he chuckles. "thought johnny was what you wanted?" he knows you like the way he's fucking you, and he slows down, wanting to see your face and every expression you make. "what you needed?"

you nod. "i need him," you whisper. "but it isn't enough."

"no, you're such a greedy bunny--" he grips your face tight, sitting up, and you cry when he fucks you. he's an animal, he's lost control, and you are helpless under him. all you can do is spread your knees wider and moan. "johnny can't tame you, but i can, yeah?"

you meet his eyes, big and soft and wet, and he hisses. the look in your eyes, he cums instantly, falling over you and barely having enough time to put his hand out and catch himself. you gasp at the feeling, reaching down, and with a few soft circles of your fingers, ghost lets out a strangled sound as he feels you tighten and cum. the front of his thighs are soaked, and he nudges your chin up with his nose as he breathes in the scent of you from your neck.

"don't say of word of this to 'im, yeah? got ourselves a jealous little bastard," he murmurs against your ear. you nod, and when he kisses you, you can't help the way you relax. cupping his scarred face, licking into his mouth--ghost is your keeper, and he's johnny's keeper, and you know suddenly why johnny does whatever he says, whenever he wants.

ghost is in charge. he just is, and even though you're just a little, innocent civilian, ghost has given you orders, and you will follow them. there is a soft, aching place inside of you that wants to please him so badly--wants to impress him, show him how good you can be. and you imagine, wonder, if johnny has that same feeling in him, that same little press on the inside of his ribs that screams, be a good boy, a good girl, do just as he says, he'll give such a nice reward.

and when johnny comes home, there you are, all soft smiles and tender touches and little giggles that make his belly hurt so nice. and when he tells you he's hungry, you spread your legs, using two fingers to show him your pretty, wet cunt. and he dives in, like he always does, because one of his favorite places is feeling the rub of your thighs against his stubble and your fingers tugging his hair.

his tongue spreads your folds, and he hums with delight when you fall onto your back, pliant and soft and warm. and then he tastes you, and he swallows, and his eyes flicker when there is something else there, something that he knows.

johnny's eyes dart up, looking over you, and he can see ghost lingering in the doorway, watching, and then johnny understands what it is he tastes--and why he likes it so fucking much, and why it tastes like something he knows.

he meets ghost's eyes, and they look at each other, and johnny knows what it is that he's done, what it is he's eating out of you. but ghost knows johnny is a good boy, and he won't pull away, he won't make a scene. no. johnny pulls back a little, wiping his face.

he smiles. and then he leans in for more.

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marriage of convenience with ghost....... is definitely not for the weak. or, if you think he's still gonna be this grumpy son of a bitch that you know from your high school days.

you need money and good health plan; and he can provide you that, so with trembling hands, you send him a letter; strictly to his unit. not many details, as if someone would read it, you'd be in trouble. just a simple ask if you could meet with him, if he still remembers you because you still remember him.

it's not easy as you'd like to, though - everything has to wait because he's on deployment for the next two months, but you can wait. you struggle, but you wait.

in the meantime, you exchange letters with him, as it's more of a "stationing" deployment rather than a open crossfire; you didn't expect he'd be so much of a talker in them. you learn about him and his "comrades" (because he rarely uses the word friends anymore), what it's like. what he misses, and you learn that he miss you.

you feel kind of bad that you reached out to him for materialistic matter in the first place. you feel even more bad when you see him right in front of you after two months of writing to each other.

he changed. very much so; he's bigger and wider than he was in high school. more nonchalant, nothing like a quiet boy like he was. simon looks like he owns the place, even if the said place is a hill that you used to chill at after school.

you break news to him within ten minutes of the meeting, nervous. there's a lot of monologue from your side, you don't even let him talk until he grips your jaw in his monstrous hand and your lips shut themselves automatically.

"okay."

and then, just like it, it's done. you think it's gonna be easy, an open marriage until you're gonna be stable. he's so much on deployment anyway, he said it himself, so you won't be obliged to do "wife duties".

you thought this way until the wedding night. until he grabbed you and asked how would you like it.

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simon riley kisses you on the forehead. he’s confused when you ask him what the two of you are to each other. he kisses you on the forehead? that was his way of asking you out?

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EVIL BOOP?!?!

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Everyone wants Ghost to fuck the life outta them until he's been hitting you just right for the last 20 minutes and won't let up. Until he's fucking you like he's in the last stretch of pumps before he comes and you can barely breath with how hard he's fucking you. Until you're sobbing into the sheets because he keeps telling you, "Just one more love" but it's never just one more. Until he fucks you through his own orgasm and doesn't stop for breath. Until he's pinned you under his weight and wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling you up from where you're drooling against the mattress so he can hear all the pretty noises you make.

It's all fun and games until you actually see God and they look an awful lot like Simon Riley.

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hi pookies! i’ve been mia for a bit, dealing with some heart issues but i am now being treated with some meds that are making me feel like shit. here’s some un-proofread simon riley for you.

simon hated leaving you alone in the house for multiple reasons.

he loved you with his entire soul. that was the main reason, sure. it was so hard to leave you because you are his everything.

but he also really, really worried about your self-preservation skills.

you and your fucking crime shows. like, seriously. he didn’t understand the appeal.

you couldn’t stop watching some bloody show called criminal minds. it was too graphic for a pretty thing like you. and he didn’t really appreciate the way you talked about that reid bloke.

the most mind blowing part of it all was you’d fall asleep watching the show. and you’d leave the damn window open!

you’d told him a million times that the fresh air helped you sleep. he didn’t care. shut and lock the fucking thing.

he’s explained over and over again. bad people want him dead. him and everything he loves.

so, say maybe one night he decides to teach your disobedient self a lesson.

maybe he gets back from his deployment early, and you’re not expecting him. say he sneaks around the ground level, rapping gently on the siding of the house. his knocking growing progressively louder. he sees you stir under the covers. he picks up a twig and snaps it.

you shoot up in bed, catching a glimpse of a dark, bulking figure flit by the open window.

in an instant, you were reaching for your phone, opening the favorited callers on your phone app and tapping simon’s name. you had no idea if he’d even answer, and maybe 911 should’ve been your first instinct, but it wasn’t.

“simon!” you shouted in relief when he picked up, lowering your voice when you remembered your quickly escalating situation.

“simon, i think somebody’s trying to get in the house.”

by this point, simon was just standing around the driveway, awaiting your frantic call.

and yeah, he had cameras covering every inch of the place, but you never did get around to installing the ring app (he made you log into it the next morning).

“i’m two minutes away, love.”

just your luck! simon was on his way to save you!

he entertained you, doing a full sweep as you sat huddled and shaking in the bedroom, eyes never leaving the now locked window.

he returned a few minutes later. “all clear, dove. nothing to worry about, probably just a fox mulling about.”

you latched onto him, refusing to let go until your nerves calmed down a bit.

maybe now you’d stop watching those stupid shows.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader fluff #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley fluff

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need simon to be retired and living in the middle of nowhere with a car-fixing hobby, and you're pulling into his 'shop' because you were road-tripping across the country and now some funky noises are happening underneath the hood.

you tentatively walk towards the open garage, only to spot him under some run-down vehicle that has more rust than sun-faded paint, deflated tires, and a license plate that's also got rust gnawing at the edges, the numbers on it barely discernable.

you rap your knuckles gently on the weathered car, and the wheels of the creeper he's on squeak in protest under him as he rolls out to look at you, filthy gloves smearing the dust on his brow instead of wiping it away.

"err, hi. uh, i was pointed this way by some lovely folk that work in that diner down the way, and they said that you could take a look at my car."

he rises smoothly, even though his joints pop as he does, dark eyes squinting against the sun. he towers over you with broad shoulders and thick arms. a tough-as-teak country man.

you start when he speaks, deep voice echoing off of dusty walls. "they said tha', did they?" he lifts the hem of his grease-stained wife beater to wipe at the beads of sweat on his forehead, and your gaze involuntarily wanders to the thick trail of coarse, dark hair under his navel.

"what's wrong with it?"

if you knew that, you wouldn't be here, blatantly ogling him in some decrepit workshop located in a sleepy corner of the countryside. "i don't know. it's making some scary popping noises and figured that it needed to be looked at, asap."

your grimace is involuntary when he extends an oil-streaked gloved hand. you really hope he's not expecting you to-

"keys."

right. you wordlessly hand them over and walk a few steps behind him as he heads toward the front of your car. "did ya get it looked at before your trip?"

you want to snap at him, that obviously you did. you may not be some car wizard, however, you can do the bare minimum for it but he's your only hope for getting the hell out of here, so you press your tongue against the back of your teeth for a moment before answering.

"yes. i did prepare for it. got new tires, an oil change, and anything else it may have needed."

he hums at your answer, a low sound in the back of his throat, and curls his fingers under the hood and begins to feel for the release. your mind is in the gutter as your eyes linger on his sun-kissed skin, watching the tendons on his inked forearm ripple with each movement.

your mind is snapped back to reality when he mutters, "i hope ya don't think i'm doin' this for free."

"wouldn't dream of it. you don't seem the charitable type."

the latch yields under his fingertips, and the hood springs open. "i'd say i'm pretty charitable, considerin' i'm even helpin' ya with this."

your eyebrows furrow, corners of your lips pulling downward. "what, were you closed or something?"

he gives you a small smirk while his hand searches for the prop rod inside the engine bay. "do i look like a business, sweetheart?"

embarrassment burns your cheeks, and your mouth gapes unprettily as you turn around to truly take in the place. past the grease-smeared floors, there's rust blooming on the only workbench in the garage, a single red toolbox resting on the ground. there's a car jack tossed in a corner, a vibrant blue cooler by the door, and a few firearms on pegboard shelves. it looks like a simple garage. a personal one.

"oh my god," you stammer, "i'm so sorry, i just- the townsfolk, they led me to believe that you're a mechanic." how bloody mortifying.

he ducks his head under the hood, bending at the waist to lean over the engine, eyes swiftly scanning the machinery. "it's a hobby. i fix my own vehicles... and now yours, i reckon."

eventually, he turns the car on and listens to the engine roar to life before it begins to pop, standing over the open hood with thinned lips and furrowed brows.

he tells you that he can fix it, it'll just take a bit for the part to get here, obviously, so he recommends staying at a rented cabin in town for a few days— maybe even a week— and he'll give you a ride over.

he gets you there in no time, unsurprising because he drove the motorcycle far too fast— illegal, really. he helps you off the bike, your clammy hand in his much bigger, roughened one.

you rip off his helmet, pushing it into his barrel chest. "please never drive me around that fast again." he gives you a couple of pats to the shoulder, chuckling under his breath.

"unless you're plannin' on walkin' to get your car back, i can't promise tha'."

grrrreat.

(the issue was the serpentine belt, it was slightly frayed but the man kept you around for 2.5 weeks under the excuse of something taking too long, or the car being under worse condition. maybe he charges you a kidney for fixing it, and since you can't obviously pay that ridiculous amt of money, he tells you to go on a date with him. gross. or maybe he's a sane man and he just sends you on your way in 2 days time. idk. installs a gps in your car? keepin' tabs on ya cuz he plans on passing by wherever you live by complete coincidence.)