#joonieskinks

[joonieskinks]

Simon Riley who detests your current boyfriend.

Sure, some days it’s smooth sailing but on others, they wreck you to your core and it’s up to him to help put your pieces back together.

One day your boyfriend will spend the whole day with you, the next completely ignoring you. He’ll go back on his word, forget to tell you important things and is reluctant to spend time with you when you ask. No, beg.

So it’s Simon who picks you up from the street corner of the restaurant where you waited for over an hour. It’s Simon who you call over the phone at midnight for reassurance. It’s Simon who comes over to your house to hold you, to comfort you, to be the boyfriend he couldn’t be for you.

And he makes this his mission, he is utterly determined to show his devotion and adoration to you. From being there for you, of course, but more than that. To show you how you need Simon, not your boyfriend.

It started off slow with Simon coming to your rescue and rubbing you on the back as you cried next to him on the couch, to then shushing your sobs with his rough lips on yours. His hands cradling your face, his leg between your own as he brings you onto his lap and chests brush each others.

Your clothes on the floor, his tongue in your folds, making you moan his name again and again until it is all you remember. His hands forming purple bruises around your hips from the tight grip, mine, mine, mine, he thinks.

How you trust him to treat you so well, making you come undone on his cock for the first time. How you latched yourself to his body as you went over the edge, begging him to stay close, to touch you, to reassure you he’s always going to be there. Mine, mine, mine.

And so he was, always. He knows he’s the man for you, not him. And Simon will try damn hard to prove you know it too.

Even if it means the now ex has gotta go iykwim.

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I’m just imagining Simon who happens to stumble upon your roommate ad. And of course he thinks he’d be a perfect candidate. He’s clean, minimal and of course, gone most of the time. He’d still pay, he’s good mannered, quiet- he would absolutely be good for this pretty girl whose profile picture on his phone he can’t stop looking at.

He just wants you to be comfortable with someone like him, with someone who looks like him- but when he meets you, all those fears go out the window. You’re kind, so warm and open to him. You’re receptive and he’s so unnerved by it. You’re not what he was expecting at all, but he’s so in love with you right from the get go.

It makes leaving for missions so much harder. Especially on nights like tonight when you’ve made dinner for two, you’re looking absolutely gorgeous in your pajamas, you’re smiling sweetly at him. Bloody hell, the things he would do to you if had the chance-

It doesn’t really click with him until this moment that he actually can do something about it. In his head, he’s conjured you up to be so out of reach and untouchable. But that’s not true at all, it’s just a fear that he’ll overstep. However at this point, the night before he goes, it feels now or never. He supposes he can always move out if it doesn’t work, he’s just got to know.

“Simon? You okay?” You ask gently, taking your apron off and hanging it back up on the pantry door.

He gets up from the table and heads straight for you. You stand there in shock as he removes his mask, he takes your hips into his grasp and pins you against the door.

His forehead meets yours and he closes his eyes, inhaling your scent and enjoying this moment being so close to you. Your hands automatically latch onto this shirt, toying with the fabric, eyes moving to admire his face, his lips.

“…want you.” Simon murmurs out, his mind is reeling and he wants needs to feel you on him, to have you at least for tonight. At least to try. He just needs you to reciprocate, show him some kind of sign you want this too.

“Please”. You beg and just like that he springs into action. His lips latching onto yours, he’s shoving his leg between your own and you’re writhing against him and the door. Your hands in his blonde hair, exploring his chest, you go until you run out of air. He’s digging his thumbs into your hips, cherishing this moment and heavens above - you feel so good on his body, better than he could have fathomed.

Simon ends up making quick work, bringing you to your bedroom where he lays you down, his body on top of yours. Grinding into you, his mouth never leaving yours, your neck, your breasts. He then moves to take off your clothes, making his way down your body. Gently removing your panties and kissing your inner thighs, the scruff of his slight beard making your skin tingle.

He laps at your folds, his tongue circling your bud, his fingers deep within you. You cum around him and he’s in awe at the sight, your back arching in pleasure. You glance down at him and he’s smirking, it makes him feel good to know he made you come undone like this, that you’re all his.

“You’ve got me all night, love. There will be plenty more of this when I get back.”

[joonieskinks]

best friend's sister

simon "ghost" riley x reader | john's your older brother, simon is your lover, will it work? | fluff, mentions of needles, some brief smut | 1.1k

inspired by: starstuckmiraclekitty - love her writing <3

“Listen boys,” Price started, addressing the group with his hands on his hips. “She’s coming here to stay, and I want you all on your best behaviour. Think of her as my second set of eyes, go’it?” 

A string of “yes sirs” echoed throughout the room, Simon’s included, not thinking twice about the Captain’s little sister coming to the base, just another rookie in his view. 

He thought as much until he laid eyes on you for the first time. Your kind eyes, your gorgeous body and soft smile. You care so much about helping others, patching them up and sending them off healthy. You were good, kind, pure- a direct contrast to what Simon considered himself: damaged, broken, evil.

However you thought otherwise. It didn’t take long to notice the tall, brooding Lieutenant that was so close to your brother. His tall, muscular body, his gorgeous eyes that stood out amongst the dark of his mask. His humour when he was relaxed, his impressive skills and his empathy. Specifically towards you when you first arrived. Checking up on you, helping keep your supplies restocked and assisting in your training.

It was on days like this that you needed to focus on your breathing, trying not to lose yourself in the close proximity to Simon. His legs over your waist, hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning you to the floor below him. It took every ounce of restraint in his body not to tip the mask up, lean down and kiss your lips.

And Simon was no basket case, he picked up on your subtle hints. Your lingering gaze, the excuses you would muster just to touch his uniform, your heightened breathing with his presence. But you seemed to be completely lost when it came to him and his feelings. Although he’s not exactly obvious, he thought you could read his willingness to be around you and his touches as a sign.

Apparently not.

“Si, can we talk?” You asked as you locked his door behind you, fiddling with your fingers nervously.

“‘Course. What’s on your mind?” Your eyes met briefly before you needed to look away, attempting to conceal the blush on your cheeks. Simon gave you a minute, waiting across the room for you to take the first step. The leap, when he couldn’t. Somehow that sat better with him knowing it was you who initiated if it ever came to confessing to your brother. 

“Simon, I can’t keep going on like this. I just need to know...” You started, gathering as much courage as you could and taking a few steps closer to his form. 

“I want you, and I don’t think I can keep it to myself anymore.” Simon could only chuckle. 

“You weren’ exactly subtle, love.” He closed the gap between the two of you, his hand at your chin, pushing it upwards to look into your eyes. 

You smiled slightly at the implication, biting your lips as you took in the man before you. 

“I don’t want you to regret this, or get in trouble because of me.” You confessed softly.

“Trus’me. S’not something I’m looking forward to,” Simon started, using his spare hand to take the mask off. You could only look in shock as he bared himself to you - the trust, the love. You knew then and there he wasn’t someone you could just walk away from. 

“But I think you’re worth it.” 

“Simon, you’re gorg-” You started but were quickly cut off by his lips on yours, his hands around your waist, directing you over to his bed. Stripping you of your clothes, your sticky underwear and touching his bare body with yours.

It wasn’t long before his head was between your thighs, his tongue pressed against your throbbing clit, making you cum once, twice, thrice over. 

Taking his hard length, over and over again until he could finish inside you, holding you close, kissing your lips and whispering sweet praises. Cleaning you up afterwards, bringing you in and keeping you beside him all night. Night after night, and neither of you could get enough. 

After three months of sneaking around, concealing your love for eachother behind closed doors, it was you who slipped up. 

In front of none other than John. 

Simon came by the infirmary to hand off the extra supply of syringes you needed for standard blood work procedures. He put the box into your arms, nodding his head to Price as he lay on the bed for his standard checkup from you. Taking the box, you leaned up to kiss Simon on the mask as a thank you, turning around to unpack it all. You only realized your mistake after the fact. Both boys were frozen and deadly silent as the mistake sunk in. You turned your head around slowly, kicking yourself for not thinking twice. 

John was the first one to break. 

“So,” He huffed, pointing aggressively at Simon. “You’re the one who's been sneaking around with my sister.” John’s gaze staring daggers into your lover, who could only watch back in shock.

Fuck. 

John moved quickly, trying to shove off the elastic arm tie, ripping the blankets back to charge at Simon.

“John!” You screamed, grabbing at his arms to hold him back. Simon quickly darted out of the room, leaving you to handle your brother for the time being. He certainly didn’t want his Captain to (try) and kick his ass in front of you. 

“John! Listen to me!” Heaving on your sibling, begging him to stop. 

“I’m gonna kick his ass for this (sure you are, buddy). Swear on it.” John was seething with anger. 

“I love him!” You screamed, giving one more big tug before John let up, facing you.

“You- What?” He looked utterly perplexed, but you nodded reassuringly.

“I do. I know you may not approve now, but you’ll have to come to terms with it eventually, John. It’s not going anywhere. You can’t bully him away.” You exhaled frustrated. “I know you only want to protect me, but I’m an adult now, you have got to start seeing me that way, alright? I love Simon, and he’s been so good to me. Please…” You squeezed your brother's arm, a silent beg. 

John closed his eyes, rubbing at his forehead. 

“‘Swear to God if he hurts you Y/N…” He warned. 

“Never.” You promised, nodding your head rapidly and John let out the breath he had been holding in. 

“Fuckers’ still got a lot to answer for.”

John eventually came around - after some punches that didn’t land on Simon and an outburst that left him feeling ridiculous. He inevitably came to accept you two, stomaching you around the barracks, even allowing him to come to family Christmases…

Just on the condition that you two aren't so loud at nightfall anymore.

Gives the old man a headache. 

And nausea.

//

[joonieskinks]

A low cut top, shows off just to the swell of your cleavage, but a cute square cut one. Makes a man go feral, especially when it’s his fiancé at that.

He came to visit you at your office. It was supposed to be just a quick lunch but he ended up coming into your cubicle to help you find your keys when you were taking too longer. It was private enough with some walls, but that doesn’t mean people can’t hear.

Simon just saw you in that top and he couldn’t help himself. His eyes never leaving your breasts, you picked up on it quickly.

“Simon, what’re you staring at?” You yell-whispered.

“You, love. Are you sure that’s work appropriate?” You gave him an insulted look.

You narrow your eyes. “Are you calling me a slut?”

“No, but you can be mine if you’d like.” He shrugs, eyes not leaving your body.

“Shhhh! Shut up you” You smirk, rolling your eyes. You sit in your office chair, scrambling through your things and cabinets. But Simon has other plans while you busy yourself. He’s quick to bring his lips to your shoulder, collarbone and up to your neck.

“Simon…” You still, chills radiating out all over your body. He can’t help himself through, you just look so good and he wants to mark what’s his. His hands wrap around your breasts and he sucks a small purple spot into the side of your throat.

“All mine, lovie.” He coos into ear, refusing to let your body go.

“Just wanted to show everyone who you belong to.”

“They know!” You exclaim, lifting up your left hand.

Again, he just shrugs.

“Not good enough.” And places his lips back onto your neck.

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honestly a vacation with Simon sounds absolutely ideal right now.

he finally got a few weeks off and he chose to spend them abroad with you. he knows how much you really like to travel, so he decided it would be like an early honeymoon. you basically threw a dart at a map, and off you went. this vacation was to the French south. by the beach, taking in the culture, the rich food and wine. managed to get a decent hotel with a beautiful view, he really tried to go all out for you. his special girl.

you just thought it was a nice change- getting him outside, pushing his comfort zone, even trying to speak a language he was unfamiliar with. although it was a bit hectic at times, it was perfect to you two who were just happy to have some time alone again.

you spent a lot of it in bed though, tossing and rediscovering each others body after months apart. he would fill you up time and time again, your eyes scrunching shut in bliss. your hands on his chest, hips brushing against him, it made you feel good just seeing him come undone beneath you.

a perfect vacation, just enjoying each others company again, the ocean, delicious food and looooots of sex.

you even came home with a souvenir 💍 :)

[joonieskinks]

dbf!Simon Riley who has always kinda just been around. Your father and him have been good friends for years, always coming over and hanging with the family, no one minds. You’ve always been comfortable with him, interested in his company and found him attractive of course.

dbf!Simon Riley who can’t help but start to notice you more so as you’ve gotten older and become of age. Well, he always thought you were endearing and a sweet girl, never in a creepy way- but now that you’ve developed into a 20 something, he sees you in a new light. You’re the same way but with him too. Sure, you’ve had your little fantasies about the older man, but now as a grown woman you were determined to be seen different, and now to act on them.

dbf!Simon Riley who agreed to come over on his motorcycle one summer day and help your dad with his truck. Only, your father had to run and aid with work, asking you to help Simon with whatever he may need. Leaving the two of you alone together, a hot, sweaty Simon shirtless before you and yourself in a little sundress. Truly intentional on both sides.

dbf!Simon Riley who comes into the living room to ask for some water, just in his jeans. The sight makes you shift in your seat on the couch, twisting your legs together to help alleviate the ache between them. Fuck, he looks so good. You wonder how he’s never been married in all these years, cause certainly you can’t have been the only interested party.

dbf!Simon Riley who watches as you writhe on the couch, trying desperately as to not gawp at him. Yet he makes an effort to let you know he’s very much interested. You’re alone together, you two know each other well enough, you’re hot, he’s hot - why not? He’s wanted you for longer than he would care to admit. He just needs you to make the first move over him. Especially with your dad, him not wanting to be creepy and all... but Simon very much wants you.

dbf!Simon Riley who never breaks his gaze on you, watching as your eyes darted everywhere to the floor to his defined arms, to the door to his pants. It makes him smirk at how coy you're being with him, but he's not a patient man today.

dbf!Simon Riley who approaches you from across the room, your eyes shooting up to meet his. They widen as he kneels before you, his toned stomach just pressing against your knees, as if he's asking to be let in. You're embarrassed as you slowly spread them for him, a clear wet spot outlined on your panties. But Simon can only cuss under his breath at the sight, fuck- just for him? He feels like a lucky man indeed. He leans in closer to you, hovering just above your lips, daring you to please make this a reality. Finally, the man you've dreamed of after all this years, he wants you too. So how could you be expected to resist?

dbf!Simon Riley who moans into your mouth at your contact, pushing you back onto the couch until you're trapped beneath him. His length straining against his pants, grinding against your core. He can't help but want to explore every inch of you now that you've given him permission- your breasts, your throat, your folds. It doesn't take long for him to push your dress up and your soaked panties down, along with his belt and jeans discarded. Simon needed you now, no time to take you to the bedroom. He thinks that he'll have plenty of time for that later.

dbf!Simon Riley who brings your legs to his chest as his thick length slips into you, pumping deeply, trying to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. He's absolutely determined to make you forget everything but his name in this moment. God, he wants all of you, and he's certain 1000 times with you will never be enough. Simon thinks you look so gorgeous taking him over and over again till the tears start to leak from your eyes, till you're begging for one more release. His girl now, he thinks.

dbf!Simon Riley who thinks about taking you out on his bike together, who thinks about waking up to you in the morning and sneaking kisses when your parents aren't looking. All while making you cum around his cock, your back arching and mouth falling open. Till he fills you up and you're squeezing him relentlessly.

No, he's never been the relationship type, but he thinks deep down maybe you'll be the one to change his mind.

[joonieskinks]

don't, she's mine

simon ghost riley x reader x johnny soap mactavish | love triangle, angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of blood/stitches | 2.2k

“Si, please don’t do this” You begged, tears daring to drip out with another blink. You slipped your hand into his, pulling on him to try and get him to come back to your naked form, into your bed. 

“Y/N, we can’t. It’s not appropriate, I’m your Lieutenant. This has gone on long enough.” Simon stated coldly. He refused to make eye contact with you, the mask already back on. You can tell he’s trying to put on a brave front, to keep his resolve. You know him well enough at this point to pick up on these things, yet it breaks your heart that it has come to this. That he’s treating you like you’re nothing special so suddenly. 

“Please. Please, Simon. Don’t leave me now”, a sob wrecking your throat. He turns his head at the sound, his chest throbs, but still he declines to meet your eyes. Simon gives you a soft squeeze of your hand, brings it up to his mask as if to kiss it lightly- then walks out. 

You’re left alone, as the dawn breaks through your curtains, naked, lonely, cold, abandoned. How could he just leave? After all these months, after all this time of getting to know one another, making each other laugh, fixing up each other's wounds and sharing beds together… He could just leave? 

Sure, he was hesitant at first about initiating anything between a Corporal and her superior, but he never let that stop him, did he? 

Not when he was holding your hand, leading you to his bed, his head between your thighs, making you cum on his tongue for the 3rd time that night. 

Not when he would corner you into the nearest bathroom, taking you from behind, covering your mouth so no one could hear your sounds. 

Not when he would moan into your kiss, holding your body close to his, murmuring “I love you”s.  

And not when he finally bared his face to you for the first time. The emotions, the love and the trust you could both feel between you. You felt bonded and you fell in love with each other. Rank aside, you were his and he was yours, you wouldn’t trade your Simon for anything. 

But now, it feels one-sided, broken, left to die. You’re embarrassed, disheartened, a thousand emotions from hate to adamant adoration for the man run through your head. 

You can’t help the tears that pour, your tense clutch on the pillow and your sobs sing you back to sleep. 

/

Two months later… 

It’s been uncomfortable to say the least. 

Although you’ve been able to avoid Simon’s presence for the last couple of weeks, you’ll still see him occasionally for training exercises, group meetings and when he wanders into the infirmary when he injures himself. Still, he never talks to you, meets your eyes, never tries to engage. All doors firmly shut on you it seems. 

His cold front put you off from any attempts to talk with him, and frankly, you were far too hurt to utter a word for fear you may split at the seams before him and fall apart. 

So, it was back to business at usual, pretending nothing ever happened, no one was none the wiser. You included, with the way Simon treated you. Might as well have never been.

You got word today that a soldier was called off training due to a pretty nasty cut and that he would be arriving shortly. Your breath always hitched when you never got the name, always anticipating it to be him. Yet you could never decide if it was out of hopefulness or dreadfulness. 

However your efforts were in vain when Soap, good ol’ Johnny, strolled into your station.

“Back again, are you?” You smiled at the poor man, rolling your eyes. 

“Aye, lass. Back just for your company.” He winked, his one hand clutching his opposite arm. You could see the blood leaking from the makeshift towel bandage. 

“Alright, alright, come in. Sit down, get comfy. I’m afraid this may hurt.” You grabbed your tools and a stool, getting to work on your friend. 

You and Johnny have always been close, he’s been sweet to you when others were short and demanding. Especially in the beginning when this position was quite overwhelming. But he was there to calm you down, talk, unwind. Even when he got injured like today, he’d come straight to you. Now, you were the only one he trusted to patch him up, his trusted Y/N. 

“So, what happened this time?” You inquired, slipping your gloves on and exposing his deep cut to the brisk air. He winced a little, discarding the bloody towel to the floor.

“Ah, you know, bonnie- I’m a little too cocky.” Johnny laughed slightly. “Thought I could dodge the recruit in time. Fucker got the best of me.” You gasped in reply. 

“A recruit, Soap? Oh, how old and slow you’ve become!” You jokingly exclaimed, he rolled his eyes but chuckled along. 

“Alright now, listen. It was two! What was a man to do? Say no to a challenge?” Johnny lifts his arms all fed up and you have to push him down. 

“Hey, I’m starting your stitches now!” You laugh, holding him still.

“Sorry, sorry. Can’t have the wee pretty nurse laughin’ while she’s tryin’ to stitch me up, might end up lookin’ like broken railroad tracks.” Johnny looks down at you, seemingly to test the waters. 

You glance up at him, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks. You can’t lie, it feels nice to have some attention after feeling like discarded garbage for so long. But you try not to let it get you thinking about that, about feelings, about him. You try to play it off.

“I’ll have you know I’ve got very steady hands, I’m quite the artist.” He smiles as best he can, while he braces himself for the needle. 

“You good?” You ask. Johnny nods back as you begin, using his spare hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Wanna hear a joke, lass?” A smile breaks out onto your face. 

“Alright try me, Soap. But no promises about your stitches turning out pretty.” 

“Well then-”...

Johnny tells you joke after joke, and you try your best not to laugh while stitching him up. But it keeps slipping out, the laughter, the joy, the compliments from him. 

And Simon hears it all. 

Walking by your station to get to Price’s office, he stops just before the doorway as to hear you. Your laughter, your voice, Johnny’s adoration… He lets himself peer inside briefly, only to see Johnny touching you, you stitching him up like you used to him, and your gorgeous, smiling face. 

It makes him feel sick, wrecked with jealousy and you don’t miss his form as he storms by your doorway. 

/

After Johnny was stitched up and good to go, your stomach hurting after all the laughter, he was free to go for the evening. He invited you out for celebratory drinks, but you declined. After some poking and with the knowledge the whole team was going, well- can’t really say no then. 

You got changed into something presentable and headed out to meet everyone. You had some nurse friends you could keep close to, but when you arrived, Johnny made sure to capture your attention. From a game of darts to more jokes, buying you drinks as a thank you, he was there. 

Johnny pulled you aside to an empty table after he noticed your enthusiasm dying down. He placed his hand onto your thigh, reassuringly. 

“Hey, you need another drink?” You quickly shook your head.

“No, I’m okay. One is enough. Thank you though.” He hesitated before prying further, taking a look around the room. A small smile creeped onto his face.

“Want to dance?” Johnny asked, an eyebrow raised. You immediately scoffed and he took note of that.

“What’s wrong with a little bit of fun, bonnie? Come on.” He grabbed your hands, dragging you to the dance floor. You could only go along and try to make the best of it. He’s sure trying, but all you could think about was Simon. You appreciated Johnny’s efforts to make you feel better, but you know who you really wanted during times like this. But the Scotsman took you out of your thoughts all too quickly.

“Watch this.” He whispers into your ear, bringing you in close. He places one hand on your hip and another in your hand. Immediately, twirling you around to the beat. You could only hang on and go along if you hoped to survive. 

“Johnny!” You laugh, clinging to his hand and shoulder. He twirled and twirled you across the dance floor, everyone in the bar beginning to take note. Whistles and cheers were heard as you captivated the attention. 

Except for Simon. Simon who has been watching this entire time from across the room, not a second did he let you leave his sight. Simon who looked on with gridded teeth.

It was only when the song ended and Johnny dipped you, bringing your face close to his, did he react.

Without a rational thought in his head, he moved across the bar to you two. Johnny and you were inches apart when you both caught a heated Simon rapidly approaching in your sights. 

“Si…” You whispered instinctively. It was only now that Simon realized he was in front of you. The crowd silenced and slowly began to dissipate as you three stood still, gawping at each other. Johnny was the first to break the silence. 

“Well, well, well, Lieutenant. Do I have some competition here? Or-”

“Don’t, McTavish.” Simon boomed, and it was like a shot to the heart. Oh, how you longed to hear his deep, intoxicating voice again. 

Johnny pulled you up back into his arms and kept you there until Simon removed you from his grip, his hand in yours. Simon gave the Scot a menacing stare until Johnny put his hands up in surrender. 

“Alright, LT. Alright.” Johnny backed off to rejoin his boys. 

You looked up at Simon, his stare still on Johnny, insisting he stay gone. 

“Simon…” You whispered, gripping his hand tighter. Praying he would never let go again. 

“Come with me.” He whispered back, as he led you outside the bar for some privacy, his hand still in yours.

You two stood in the brisk, night air, facing each other but still he never granted you his eyes. It was all you had with the balaclava on. 

“Please, talk to me.” Your heart was aching, begging for any kind of balm he could provide. To finally have him this close again after long nights of crying alone, you need this. You need him. And if it's closure, so be it. But something.

Instead he let out a laugh. A genuine laugh.

Your face dropped and utter confusion engulfed you. 

“He did it all on purpose.” Simon looked up at you, stroking your interlocked hands with his thumb. You could tell he was smiling sheepishly through the mask. 

“Wha-?”

“Johnny. He did this all on purpose to get me to speak to you.” A huff of air came through his nose. “And it bloody well worked.” 

Realization hit you, and you let out a little laugh yourself. But you quickly fell into your thoughts.

“Wait, he knew about us?” You asked, holding eye contact with Simon, his gorgeous, gorgeous eyes.

“He figured it out. Said ‘I’ve been acting more broody than normal’”. You smiled briefly, before your moment of happiness turned into desperation and longing for the man before you. How you’ve missed him, craved and ached for him.

“Why did you ignore me?” You couldn’t help the tears that began to build up again. As they slipped down your cheeks, Simon moved his hands around your face, cupping your cheeks and wiping them away. 

“I thought it would be easier this way.” You quickly shook your head and he steadied you by placing his forehead on yours. 

“Please forgive me. I’ve made a fool out of myself. I thought it would be easier not to meddle our personal lives and professional. But it’s not, it’s harder than anything I’ve ever put myself through.” He tilted his head back to remove his mask, baring himself to you once again. Simon wanted to prove his sincerity to you, his love for you. Your hands flew up to his exposed face, your Simon, the man you loved. Finally able to feel his skin on yours again, refusing to take your gaze away in case he disappeared once more. 

“I’m sorry, lovie. If you give me another chance, I won’t mess it up. I know I don’ deserve you, but hell, I’d like to try.” He gave you a small smile and tried his best to push back the tears that threatened to erupt. You nodded frantically. 

Simon closed the gap and your lips met. He moaned into the kiss and his hands gripped your waist, keeping you in place close to his body. Your arms wrapped around his neck, deepening it, getting as close to him as you possibly could. 

You stopped briefly to breathe, and you laughed through the tears still falling down your cheeks.

“What?” He asked, smile still present on his face.

“So you were jealous?” You bit your lip. 

“Shut up”, Simon chuckled as he brought you into another kiss.

[joonieskinks]

i got my red dress on tonight

simon ghost riley x reader | fluff, some swearing. just a nice, sweet confession <3 | 3.7k

Hair freshly cut, make up done, red dress adorned and high heels slipped on. 

You felt and certainly looked like a new woman. It was however a necessary effort tonight as this was no casual event. You, the 141, everyone in the unit was invited to a rather fancy gala. A reward of sorts for your efforts in taking down Makarov, a thank you. Your appearance tonight was certainly something you weren't used to anymore. Not when it came down to 5 minutes to get ready in the morning when the Sergeant calls at 4 AM. But this time was different, and no one could deny that you didn’t look elegant, enticing and beautiful. Maybe it was the outfit and your appearance this evening giving you the confidence, or maybe it was your desire for a certain Lieutenant. 

Perhaps both. Both in the sense that you wanted to see what he would think of you.

Nothing big has really ever happened between the two of you, besides the longing stares, lingering touches and laughs in private occasionally. You two were friends, you stitched him back together when he needed it, you were a confidant. You trusted Simon, and he trusted you. Enough to even tell you his name overtime, it was a memory you treasured deeply…

One year prior…

Simon had a blow to his back, grazing by his shoulder, it was truly a miracle the bullet didn’t rupture deeper with lasting damage. He was fortunate, and trusted you to take care of him. You plopped him on a bed and got to work, carefully extracting what you could without hurting him. It was in these moments of exposure, his back bare to you, trusting in you, that Simon would talk. He would thank you, compliment your skills, ask you about your day. It softened you right up, and you would smile, enjoying his voice. Seeing him so relaxed, it was refreshing and certainly endeared you to him. Yes, he presented a tough exterior, but underneath the mask, he really was just a man. 

“Ghost, can you move a little to the left here, I need the angle to-”

“Simon.” 

You paused at the sound of his deep voice. “Sorry?”

“Simon, can you move a little left…” He muttered out, you could see his confidence rapidly dissolving before you. But you quickly realized and smiled. As he glanced back your way, shuffling to where you needed him to be, your eyes met briefly and you nodded encouragingly. 

“Simon…” Trying the name out for the first time. You liked it. He liked you saying it too.

You wondered if it would suit his bareface... “Thank you for telling me.” 

“I wanted you to know.” He admitted, feeling a rising blush settle upon his cheeks, and one on yours. It was moments like these where he was thankful for the mask. 

...

Slowly but surely, you fell in love with the tall, broody Brit, you just didn’t know how he felt on his side of things. Apart from quite literally being unable to see his face, he was hard to read. But Simon did have his moments, it brewed hope deep within you. He could be soft, even in his most vulnerable moments where anxiety might overpower all- he was nothing but kind to you. He was an enigma, a blend of both steadfastness and sweetness but you loved it. It took some time to warm up to him, but now that you’ve seen the glimpses of Simon, you couldn’t help but want more. 

So tonight felt huge for you. You felt good, your best, finally clean and put together. It certainly was a nice break from the dusty old uniform. You wanted to see his reaction to you, to see if maybe, just maybe, he would be interested too. 

With one last nod in the mirror, you were out the door downstairs to the hotel ballroom. Perhaps a little late, you would at least make an entrance. Approaching the doors to the hall, they were opened up upon your arrival, revealing a marble, descending staircase to the floor. 

One foot in front of the other, you started to make your way down, treading a little carefully in those heels…

Meanwhile the rest of the 141 were standing around their table, finally enjoying a night out and relaxing with one another. 

“Do you think she’ll even show at this point?” Johnny asked, looking around the group for opinions, rolling up his sleeve to check his watch. John was barely engaging, more like surveying the room, Kyle was knocking back a drink, while Simon kept to himself, standing by his lonesome. Hands resting against the back of his chair, face and emotions hidden behind the mask. Events like this were a lot for him, but he was doing his best by just being here. He couldn’t quite get all dressed up without it tonight, just a little too vulnerable. 

“I don’t know. But she’s usually quite punctual, ain't she?” Kyle returned, grabbing another glass of champagne from the waiter walking by. 

“You know how gals are, hair and makeup, fashionably late.” Johnny teased, but Kyle just shook his head.

“Not our girl, mate. Have you met’er?” He laughed, hitting Johnny gently with his elbow. He could only roll his eyes, ready to knock one back himself. His eyes surveyed for a waiter, turning towards the stairs he spotted red. 

A beautiful woman in red. One he actually recognized, one that- 

Oh. 

“Uh- Are you sure about that, boys?” Johnny chuckled into his glass, staring at a certain someone in particular to see what he’s seeing.

They all turned at once, glancing over in the direction where Johnny was currently nudging his head. Kyle was the first to produce a low whistle at the sight of you, while John was squinting his eyes, not quite clear yet. 

But it was Simon that couldn’t stop gawping. It took him a second as well, thinking Johnny was just eyeing up another girl he could possibly take home tonight. But it really was you, looking like a goddess. Your hair was shorter than it used to be, your figure outlined beautifully in your dress. A waist he wanted to get his hands on immediately, claiming you as his. A smile of confidence on your face. You looked truly beautiful. Simon would argue that you’ve always been beautiful to him, but there’s a certain glow about you tonight. You made an effort, he hoped in part that it was all for him. 

You approached the table smiling, all the boys still looking at you. 

“Well well well, Charmer. Don’t you clean up nice.” Johnny said, eyes still wandering along your frame. Kyle could only pat his Scottish friend on the back in defeat. “Alright, alright. Maybe I owe you one”. Price was smiling too, almost like a proud father, happy to have all his kids together again.

That left you with Simon. You could feel his gaze on you, but you felt too embarrassed to look. It was suddenly like the weight of the world was on you, and you were almost scared. 

What if he was staring in disappointment? You grandstanding like this to get a reaction. It was unlike you, maybe he wouldn’t like this. Fuck. 

You pushed the thoughts to the side as you finally looked up, trying to be brave and smile. The boys were looking on as well, sipping and chatting quietly. They all knew what was going on here, all except the two of you, of course. 

You met his eyes for a second before they left you and studied the ground. Your smile dropped when he excused himself, walking away abruptly, not bothering to look back for a second glance. You watched him as he walked away, his suit fitting him just right. He looked handsome, proper like this. Even when he walks away from you, you’re still thinking about how he affects you… Gosh.

His feet carry him up the stairs and out onto the balcony outside. 

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to choke back your own disappointment. 

Did you look bad? Was he unimpressed? Was he not attracted to you? Was he embarrassed by you? Were you too much?

“Lass, listen. You look great,” Johnny started, taking you out of your thoughts. “He probably just needs a moment. You know how he is.” 

You nodded with a defeated look, accepting the flute full of alcohol from John as he made his way to stand next you. He let you take a sip to calm your nerves a bit before he drew you into a small hug, whispering in your ear. 

“I’ve been around him too long and seen you two enough times to know when he needs you. I think maybe you know it too. Go.” He encouraged, pulling back with a reassuring stare. John searched your eyes, hoping the message would sink in. You could only nod as the thoughts overwhelmed you, patting his shoulder as a thank you. 

You raised your cup to the boys around you before taking a hefty swig. 

“Gonna need this I reckon.” You quipped before you lifted up your dress to walk across the room, heading after Simon. 

Your emotions are swirling. You’re still a little self-conscious, yet determined as you climb the stairs in your heels. Numb, but feeling absolutely alive at the prospect of Simon needing you too. You’ve always felt something there for him, of course. But with the way Price talked, it was like you too had an effect on the Lieutenant. Your heart swells at the thought and you pick up your pace to the door, hands resting against the cool, metal bar. 

You move to open it slowly, catching a glimpse of Simon’s back turned to you, hands gripping the balcony railing tightly, clearly lost in his own head. You slowly make your way over to him, ready to turn if he decided he wanted to be alone instead. 

“Simon?” You softly prod as you approach him. “Are you okay?” 

He scrunches his shoulders up at the touch of your hand, your body threatening to lean against his at any moment. You’re trying to meet his eyes beneath the mask but he keeps staring straight on ahead at the gardens. You two stay like this for a couple moments, Simon still unable to answer, lost in his own mind on how to deal with this. 

“Si, I just wanted to check on you, make sure you were alright.” 

Your thumb brushes his jacket, moving soothingly back and forth. You’re trying to comfort him, show him you care, that you’re always going to be there for him. That you know him now, that you can read him even beyond Ghost’s persona. You’re trying to help. All he has to do is talk. Open up, his mind is racing. Say something, you fool. Say something. 

You pull your touch away from him, flattening out your dress anxiously. Your gaze defeated and falls to the floor. 

He doesn’t want you here, he just doesn’t know how to say it. Take a hint, Y/N. John was wrong. 

“I’m sorry, Simon, if I’ve done anything to upset you. I didn't mean it, whatever it was.” You mutter, your chest growing heavy. “I’ll see you around, okay?” Biting your lips back, you remove yourself from his presence, his smell, him. 

The tears start to prick at the sides of your eyes, you feel ridiculous and crushed and gutted and-

Simon turns to grab your arm, halting you from moving away from him any further. You turn your head at the feeling. His large, warm hand completing wrapping around your arm. He was so big, comforting. It made your heart leap into your throat.

You meet his eyes once more, and this time he holds it. Looking between yours, you can tell he’s thinking, he’s searching, he’s calculating. You understand, and move to stand in front of him. Your hand coming to rest on top of Simon’s, you smile. Nodding, reassuring him that you’re here, you’re patient, you’re willing. You squeeze his hand. All for him.

All for him and his stomach is flipping, his brain is haywire. He wants to pour his heart out to you, he wants to tell you how much you mean to him. He does, he adores you to pieces and wants you all to himself. The Charmer and the Ghost, he wants you, all of you and he needs to know you want all of him too. It just takes a bit to draw it out. But you’re worth it. You’re wonderfully you, you want him and you’re worth it. 

“You look beautiful tonight.” He whispers, and his voice is music to your ears. Just at the sound, you’re smiling like a kid all over again. It causes a tear to escape down your cheeks, and he notices immediately, moving his hand to wipe it away.

“Don’t cry ‘cause of me, love.” You shake your head.

“I’m okay now. I’m here with you.” Leaning your head into his touch, he caresses your cheek. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. He’s warm, he’s comforting, he’s all you want, he thinks you’re beautiful and he’s finally touching you like you’ve longed for. 

If this moment could last forever, you’d surely find a way to become immortal.

“Forgive me.” Simon whispers, his body moving closer to yours. “M’not any good at this.” 

You brush his insecurity off without a second thought. 

“I think you look beautiful tonight too, Simon.” You bite your bottom lip, shy under his gaze. But neither of you let up. His eyes flickering down to your mouth at your movement. Simon clears his throat at the sight, bringing up his other hand to cup your face. He opens his mouth to respond, but you beat him to it.

“I mean it. Very handsome to me.” You breathe out slowly, trying to focus on your thoughts as the proximity to him makes your head woozy. 

“Ghost is handsome to me, and he looks very good this evening.” Your hands move to copy his around his face, touch gently colliding with the mask. “But I think Simon does too… Even if he’s hidden away.” Your thumbs are palming at the material, you move closer to him until your chests meet. A small intake of air can be heard from the soldier, and as you move your head closer to his. He then wraps his arms around your waist to keep you there, acting on impulse. At first he surprises himself, unsure if he made the right call, but your gorgeous smile is there to reassure him. 

Simon lets his forehead rest against yours, the cool material against your skin, calming your aching fever for him, centering your world. 

“I adore Simon. I want you to know that.” You look to his chest, his lips, then settling on the eyes you fell in love with.

“Even if I never get to see him, I choose him.” You remove your hand from his face, but only to make room for your lips. You gently touch them to the mask, lingering as you cherish this moment being so close to the man you love. 

You pull back and his eyes are glued to yours, taking in your action, your kiss, your confession. It’s all he’s wanted and more for years, and now he finally has it right in front of him. But you all too quickly move. You release your hold on him, going to move away. You want to give him his space as you know this is a lot for one night. The last thing you want to do is overwhelm him. The fact that he knows how you feel for him, is enough for you. In time, he will let you know how he feels. And yes, maybe that can be enough for now.

You give him a polite, small smile before going to move away from his grasp again. But he holds you still to him, refusing to let you go. You two remain in each other's embrace for a moment, trying to read one another’s eyes. 

“Simon?” You whisper. Asking him, urging him, encouraging him. He’s trusted you for a long time, he adores you, fuck- he loves you. This is honestly a long time coming at this point. 

Hands move to his head, pulling off the mask hiding his face. You can only watch him as he drops his guard before you, the trust evident. The gesture is a shock to your system, but only love and adoration for his bravery flows after. 

It slips off into his hands and it takes Simon a minute before he can look you in the eyes. He’s both afraid and he’s over the moon. He’s happier than ever but also feels like his heart could stop, he’s everywhere and in between. His soft eyes finally land on your face, your own scanning him for the first time, drinking him in. His heart races a mile a minute, ever waiting for your reaction. 

“Simon…” You whisper. Your hands coming up to finally unite with his bare skin. You hesitate at first, hovering above briefly, silently asking for permission. He nods slowly, eyes still scanning yours for any sign of rejection. 

But you don’t have any. In fact, you think he’s rather gorgeous under the mask. Your thumbs caress his cheeks, whisk delicately over his scars, adorning his soft lips. You’re in his hair, tracing his jaw…

“You really are beautiful.” Another tear slips down your face as the smile erupts. The gesture, his trust in you, his gorgeous face. Your Simon.

He lets the breath he was holding slip from his lungs, relieved. 

“Thank you for trusting me with this, Si.” You whisper once more, eyes moving between his and his lips. At just the sight, you feel a fire starting to burn in your stomach. And he feels the same. The girl he loves isn’t repulsed by his scars, by the man behind the Ghost. Of course he’s overwhelmed at the rush of emotion and support and love he feels from you. He doesn’t waste a second more and brings his hand to the back of your head, bringing your lips to his. 

He’s soft, he’s hot, he’s everywhere. On your mouth, your waist, your head, his chest against yours. It makes your head spin and your body ache for him, more and more. Simon attempts to pull you closer to him, tight, reassuring you he won’t let go. Fuck, and he feels good against you, your nails slightly digging into his shoulders. He’s palming at your waist, fingers slipping down to just above your ass. He can barely resist. 

Simon breathlessly releases you, bringing his forehead back down to touch yours. You hum contently, staring up at the gorgeous man you’ve come to know and love. He refuses to let you go, enraptured by this moment. 

“Si,” You start, still catching your breath. “I want you. All of you. I have for quite some time now.” You laugh a little at your school girl confession, finally admitting your feelings for him. 

“You have me. You’ve always had me, m’just shit at showing it.” You bring him in for another kiss, unable to resist as you watch that gorgeous face produce that deep, deep voice for the first time. It could bring you to your knees, you’re so wrapped up in your love for him and he is too. 

“What do you think the boys will say?” You jokingly inquire. Simon just huffs and smirks. 

“They’ve known for a long time. If anything, I reckon they’ll be relieved, love.” Your eyebrows shoot up and he chuckles, kissing your shocked expression.

“Wait- this whole time?” He nods in confirmation. 

“Since you showed up on base and charmed your way into the 141. Sarcastic but persuasive one, you are.” Simon’s staring down at you, lovingly. Reminiscing, but also thankful for the road walked to get to where you two are now.

“Charmer… Is it you who gave me that? I never figured it out.” 

“Yes, mam. That’s what you are.” 

“My, Simon Riley. Are you flirting with me?” You teased, propping up an eyebrow. Your confidence, your beauty, your love for him- it makes a man do wild things. He didn’t even know he could dip a girl until he tried. 

“Si!” You grasp your hands around his neck, clinging to him for support. But he’s not wavering in the slightest, just gazing at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. 

“I love you.” He confesses, touching his nose to yours. He’s waiting, patiently. He hopes you’ll say it too. 

Your eyes begin to well up with tears again because finally. The man you’ve longed for after all these years…

“Simon, I love you too.” His gorgeous smile cracks onto his face once again, and you bring your lips to his. He may not be much of an expressive man, but he certainly is with you, here with his hands all over you and kissing you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. It’s the happiest he thinks he’s ever been, and it’s all thanks to you. 

His Charmer in that gorgeous, gorgeous red dress. 

/

“Where the fuck did they get off to?” Kyle asks the boys, utterly perplexed. You two missed the whole gala and for what? Price just chuckles. 

“Don’t you think you two already know?” Johnny just rolls his eyes at Price’s comment, motioning for Kyle to follow as he gets up from the table. 

They make their way up to the balcony, spotting your red figure through the glass, stopping as they see you pulled horizontal. The boys take a second and look to see that a man has indeed dipped you, and is indeed kissing you. 

“Who the fuck is that?” Johnny asks menacingly, squinting through the glass. But Kyle just smiles, nudging his friend to glance at the floor.

The mask.

“Well, fuck me- He did tell us he was a handsome fella, huh? Sneaky bastard…”

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She's it For Me (f)

Simon (Ghost) Riley x reader | fluff | around 900 words. short, cute.

AN: I know this isn't BTS, so you can feel free to ignore if that ain't your thang. It was just a little piece that finally got me back into writing after a busy couple months here. Enjoy some Simon Ghost Riley if he's your cup of tea too lol <3

Simon Riley threw his back against the wall for cover, hands manically preparing his gun to unload the next set of rounds. This was supposed to be an easy going mission, a simple fetch and return of some intel. No one was truly prepared for the ambush that came and unexpectedly landed right in the 141’s lap. Especially not Simon. 

But you certainly were. 

And that certainly was a surprise for the masked Lieutenant when you came whipping up to the wall he was against, blood splattered on your face, your arms brushing.

He knew you had a background in the field, some stealth operations… At one point you were a sniper for a couple missions here and there when a substitute for a man was needed - like today -, but you transitioned into the medic role pretty naturally. It was always your gift, tending to people and caring for their wellbeing. Not that you were getting any younger either, medic was a safe, secure position in the military and you enjoyed it. It was tamer than being out with the boys in action of course, but it had its close calls and moments. It just stuck, earned you the nickname “Stitch” and you made your way into the squad’s hearts. Took some warming up though, especially Simon. Of course him. 

You thought he hated you for the longest time, but Soap convinced you otherwise and you eventually learned that he’s just like that. And with almost everyone, but you appreciate who he is more now. The man you’ve come to know and love, much to his obliviousness. Even when you’re practically straddling him in his hospital bed trying to close a bullet wound to his shoulder, holding your breath at the proximity of you two. You’re shaking, you’re sweating, you’re looking into his eyes, his bare face for the first time, at his lips, he’s gripping his hands around your thighs and squeezing when the pain stings too much- Yeah, you think he still doesn’t get it then. 

But you can see he certainly does now looking at you in the heat of battle. Your hair’s pulled back into a ponytail, which flows into a braid. You’re in your tactical gear, a little bit of someone’s blood splattered across your cheek. You look up at him, watching him stare at you and your eyebrow quirks up. 

“You good, Simon?” He loves when you use his real name, gets him every damn time. He thanks God that he has his mask on or else you’d see the red blush overpowering his cheeks.

“Y-Yeah. Are you?” You smile at him, and all he can think about is how hot you look. Simon has always been attracted to you. He would jump at any excuse to touch you, to ogle you if he can, to be with you - especially when you were fixing up his wound. The image of you above him, legs spread over his abdomen, that’s something he will never forget.

It’s just now that he realizes nope, no one else can have you because you’re his girl. He thinks he’s felt this way for a long time, but seeing you like this when you’re normally the one doing all the healing instead of shooting - Well, he thinks this side of you has sent him over the edge into territorial mode. And you can sure as hell read him like a book right now, his body language and eyes practically begging you to let him touch you. 

“Simon, I think we should talk after this”, you touch the side of his mask slightly, looking up into his eyes. He’s not looking away and moves to bring his fingers under your chin, keeping your gaze on him. 

“I think we should do something other than talking too, love”. You let out a laugh at the implication. You can only bite your lip and nod, your hand dropping to his chest and eyes to where his mouth would be. He knew what you wanted, and he let his head bow down until your foreheads met. Simon tucked some of your loose hair behind your ear, caressing your cheek, your jaw and down to the back of your neck. He moves to bring his mask up just enough to expose his lips-

“God!” You screamed at the surprise, a bullet cracking against the wall just behind the two of you. Simon hadn’t even realized he had brought you against his chest, his arms wrapped around your body and bringing you two as close as you could with all your armour on. 

“We’ll continue this later, okay?” He said sweetly, before kissing your temple and moving around the corner, gun up and aimed. 

You smiled and gently touched the spot where his mask had brushed your skin, the kissing noise he had ever so slightly made echoing in your ears. You felt like a 10 year old at the playground, smiling after a boy again. But honestly, it filled your heart up with hope and even more love for the Brit. 

Maybe you should join them in the field more often if it means Simon Riley will swoon at the sight of you. 

// :)

[joonieskinks]

fo4 ex!bf hancock that gets jealous seeing you with nick valentine

• you happened to be in Goodneighbour one evening, trying to get some much needed r&r

• you traded your junk for ammo with KLEO, then settled down in The Third Rail for a pint with Nick

• ordering a drink, you two were listening to the live music and reminiscing over the mission, it was nice to have time with Nick again. after all, he was there for you when you first arrived in this new Commonwealth

• but you didn’t even know Hancock was in the establishment tonight, watching you two from afar

• sure it crossed your mind that he might be around, but a) you figured he had mayor duties and b) you’ve really tried to move on after he broke the news that he couldn’t be with you

• it broke your heart and you took it very personally. everything was going fine- you were made General of the Minutemen, were fixing up Red Rocket to make it your new home, you had gotten Goodneighbour back on its feet, you had kissed in this very establishment, fallen into bed with each other, you told him you loved him…

• but he ended it all. he walked away. said he couldn’t do this anymore one morning, and that was it. you haven’t seen him since. you relied on him so much with your missions, you two were the perfect team and did everything together, it was a devastating loss

• you had no choice but to let him walk, so you teamed up with Nick again eventually, the synth detective that’s always had your back

• you had liked Nick, even tried to make a move on him way back in the day, nothing ever came of it though. especially not after when you discovered Goodneighbour. he was your greatest friend and confidant though

• “you know he’s watching you, doll?” Nick interrupts your laughter and your face starts to fall, trying desperately not to look Hancocks way

• “yeah, well, maybe he’s realizing what he lost” you try to shrug it off

• but Nick doesn’t think that’s good enough. he’s known Hancock for some years now, and even though the ghoul is certainly charismatic to say the least, he knows when he needs a nudge to act

• “well, tell me this. do you still harbour feelings for him?” Nick asks, placing his hand dangerously high on your thigh

• the action disarms you, glancing up into Nicks eyes, but all you can think about is Hancock and from your peripheral, you can see his head snap up at the sight

• “yes” you whisper, bringing a wobbling bottle to your lips

• “good”, and Nick springs into action. taking your hand and leading you to the dance floor. he brings his one hand to your hips, the other locked with yours, pulling you in close. he briefly makes eye contact with the ghoul and smirks, only to be greeted with a scowl

• Nick knows exactly what he’s doing and pushes it even further, moving his mouth to the shell of your ear, whispering Hancocks movements to you

• “here he comes, darlin’. just hope it was worth it and he doesn’t hurt this old mug”

• you laugh at the thought, but it’s quickly replaced with shock as Hancock comes right up to the two of you on the floor

• “Nick”, he states matter of factly

• “Hancock, nice to see you.” Nick releases his grip on you, tilting his hat and still smirking before returning to the bar

• Hancock quickly takes his place, his rough hand in yours, the other on your waist, pulling you in until your chest-to-chest. he didn’t waste a second to bring you right back to where you belong

• “Nice to see you, Sole.” he whispers into the side of your temple. his lips ghosting your skin, holding them there. it felt so good to touch you again, just as soft and beautiful as he remembers

• “You too…” it’s hard to concentrate with his scent overwhelming you, his presence, touch and attention. it feels so good but it’s all so much

• you stumble a bit in your steps, but he’s right there to support you and pick you up

• “Don’t go fallin’ all over me just yet, sunshine”

• “I wouldn’t be, if you had just stayed…”

• he looks down at you, utterly gutted by your words, but still, he holds you close to him, continuing to dance with you slowly

• “The truth is that I’m not good enough for you, Sole.” he confesses, closing his eyes, refusing to meet yours

• “I’m nothing but a nine-toed junkie with electoral duties. You deserve better than a ghoul like me.”

• his self deprivation can be endearing at times, but at this point, it just hurts to hear

• “I still love you. I haven’t stopped. You mean so much to me, Hancock. It killed me to wake up alone that morning.” You frown at the memory

• he stops in his tracks at the words. everyday tasks have utterly ached without by his side. you were the spark he never knew he needed in his life, and if you were opening up to him like this tonight, he was sure he could take the opportunity to get you back

• “I love you too, sunshine. forgive me?” he smiles a small smile.

• “please?”

• after that night, it was back to the grand killing spree, brought to you by the Mayor and the General

• Nick was just content to see you two happy again. not just because he considers both you dear friends, but for the sake of the Commonwealth

• but not that content when you two started forgetting to lock the doors again due to the burning desire to touch one another

• the slow, but hard banging up against the wall,

• the obnoxious quickies in the washroom,

• and the hickeys being sucked into your soft skin by rough lips

• still, Nick thinks, for the sake of the Commonwealth…

/

The new Fallout show got me back on my bs:))

[joonieskinks]

johnny!soulmate au where you see grey your whole lives, right up until you first make eye contact with your soulmate - then suddenly the floodgates of colours finally begin to appear.

Johnny was still a Private in the military when you joined up to aid those injured, you eventually earned quite a name for yourself as a nurse on bases. You even got to pick after a couple years and settled on Captain Price’s base after helping him a few years back. He was always kind to you and so you figured, maybe his men would be too.

Johnny then became a Sergeant with the 141, Graves was still in full swing when Johnny received a nasty shot to the shoulder. Upon his return to base, he was quickly transported over to your station for aid. He was laid down in a bed, given injections for the pain, his shirt cut off, leaving his chest bare. You opened the curtain to see your patient squeezing his eyes shut in pain as the injection punctured his skin.

“Hi, Sergeant. I’m nurse y/n, I’ll be taking care of you. Gonna get that bullet out and get you all sewed up, okay?” You introduced, eyes glancing over his vitals.

“Aye, got it lass.” He murmured, finally relaxing in the bed as the painkillers started to kick in. Your eyes finally landed on him, his wound but also his figure. Sure, you see a lot of guys like this but you couldn’t help but look just a little bit longer than usual. Even like this, you think he looks rather good. It makes your insides flip inside you at the thought.

“Right-“ you start and settle down on a stool next to his shoulder. “Those painkillers should be working overtime now, but let me know if it gets to be too much.”

For the first time Johnny looks to the side, eyeing who is actually aiding him. And he’s met with the prettiest woman he’s ever seen in his life. The way your hair frames your face, your kind eyes and beautifully shaped lips- ones he’d very much like to kiss for all your help. You’re stunning and definitely his type, it makes his heart rate rise.

“Easy there, Sergeant. You’re in good hands, I promise.” You pause from tending to his bullet wound to lay your hands on his chest. Your eyes glance over his blushing face, and you smile a little. He’s definitely handsome, your type too.

Johnny’s eyes glance up to meet your own, desperate to recover and say something smooth- but he’s at a complete loss for words as your eyes stand out in the most peculiar way. They look different, they are vivid, clear and coloured.

“Bonnie…” he mutters out, rising up out of bed to look at you closer, and you’re unmoving. In shock, unable to look away from the man in front of you, as his eyes turn blue, as his hair turns brown, as your whole world springs to life.

“Are you…?” You trail off, taking your gloves off to touch his face. Johnny brings his hand up to yours to cup your cheek, tears starting to swell in his eyes.

“I finally found ye.” He chuckles, swiping his thumb lovingly over your cheek over and over. His eyes running all over your features, taking you in, smiling like crazy. “And yer gorgeous too! I’ll be damned.”

You laugh at the flattery, tears starting to leave your own eyes. You can’t wait any longer and bring your lips to meet his. Johnny wastes no time wrapping his arms around you, a hand on your waist and another on the back of your neck. God, you feel good, how he couldn’t wait to explore all of you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Sergeant.” You murmur against his lips.

“As much as I like that, lass, the names’ Johnny.” He smiles, bringing his lips back to yours.

Honestly if he had it his way, he’d already have you naked in this station, moaning his name. But alas, you’ll have to reign him in so it seems- and finish sewing his wound shut for crying out loud.

[joonieskinks]

Simon Riley x Princess!Reader. Part 1 ish here

-

“Simon,” you warned.

Eyes darting back and forth between his as he approaches you ever so slowly, his gaze never wavering. “Do you know what you’re getting into?”

His hands meet your hips as your back meet the edge of his desk. Your lieutenant, The ever so striking Ghost. The man appointed responsible for teaching you the ways of the military, the men, the experience and the duty. The military you’ll one day be head of as Queen.

His Queen.

You often wonder if he’d want more than just this semi-casual relationship you two seem to have been conducting in secret for months now…

But of course, you’re expected to marry a proper, man of good breeding stock and with an appropriate background not long after this. Not this gorgeous, tattooed and rough-handed man, pushing your body onto his desk, standing in between your legs and holding your chin up to his face. The man who adores you so, puts you and your safety first, who guides and loves you. The only man you’ve ever truly come to love in return. Simon Riley, your Simon.

“I certainly do, Princess. You, I hope.” He smirks, the mask long forgotten. You squirm at the implication and it isn’t long before lips meet lips, clothes scattered, the grinding and pleasure, the sighs and moans that fill your Lieutenant’s office.

He eventually has you spread out on the desk, naked and full of sweat. Full of him and full of satisfaction after the fact.

And you would think clarity of the mind… Perhaps not?

“Marry me, Simon.” His eyes shoot open, glaring at yours, only to find you completely serious.

“What?”

And you are serious, besides the smile that cracks and a laugh that escapes you.

“You can’t say you haven’t thought about it, right? The Prince Simon?

Let’s shake the institution to its core, love.

Oh come on, It’ll be fun.”

[joonieskinks]

“You gotta be fuckin jokin, right?”

Simon doesn’t know whether to laugh or to actually take this whole situation seriously.

“No, m’not. It’s my task force, it’s a decree given by the government and we will ensure her safety at all times.” Price states, his face stone cold, fists planted firmly on the table. “Got it?”

Suspicious stares are shared amongst the boys as they slowly come to accept their new reality. The gravity of the situation rapidly sinking in as the arrival of the their new squad member is imminent.

A knock followed by a brief of announcement of title by your steward echoes into the room. A formality. Always with the tradition these people, you can barely hold back the roll of your eyes.

“Oh, come now. There’s really no need for that.” You declare, gaze darting between each of your newfound team. Their attention fixed on you, particularly the big one in the corner.

“Well.” You start with a sarcastic, dry laugh, sensing the tension in the room.

“There’s really no need to curtsy to the Princess of Wales, gentlemen.”

-

Part 2 ish here

[joonieskinks]

patio season

simon riley x reader drabble

At this point, you were tipsy enough to feel it.

Not only the alcohol coursing through your system and the warmth that came from within, but also the absolute dire need to have him near. To touch you, to give you his attention and his body.

You found him on the patio, leaning back in one of the chairs, always keeping his distance from the rowdy party inside. He looked more relaxed out here, enjoying the stars and the summer weather. A break from the job, time to reground.

Sliding through the glass door, you can’t help but make your presence known as the wood creaks below you. Simon’s head turns ever so slightly to acknowledge your presence. You stand behind him for a bit, taking in his figure, the smoke leaving his lips as he exhales, imagining the bruises you could leave on that neck with your mouth.

“You alright, love?” He interrupts your thoughts, and you barely comprehend just how long you were staring.

“Simon…” You whisper, just enough for him to hear you.

He motions to turn around, but you’ve already beaten him to it. You land in his lap, your hands running into his hair, tracing his jaw, legs straddling his own. Simon’s hands automatically land on your waist without a thought, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Want you…” you murmur, leaning your nose down to touch his, eyes closing.

He kisses your chin, your jaw and your neck, causing you to grind into his lap. Simon quietly moans at the feeling.

“You drunk?” He kisses again.

“No,” you reply. “Just tipsy enough to finally do this.” You’re practically confessing in his arms, wet and begging for him. It’s everything he’s ever dreamed of with you.

But a part of him hopes it’s not just because of the liquor.

[joonieskinks]

"Just Call Me Angel" - jjk

mafia!jjk x reader | s & f - 18+ readers only! | 3.4k

summary: your mafia-leading, tattooed, bad-boy lover has gone too far this time, causing you to go into hiding and try to escape that criminal underworld of his. but what happens when he finds you before you can leave for good? what if he actually wants to show his angel that he can change? 

warnings: swearing, stalking, dirty talk, toxic kind of love, death, seggs, finger fcking, talk of insecurities - but happy ending!

a/n: I recommend listening to "angel of the morning" by Juice Newtown with this lol

“Didn’t I tell you that you couldn’t escape me, baby?” Jungkook’s voice declares from the pitch black darkness of the living room. 

“Jungkook!- God.” You scream in surprise, he wasn’t supposed to be here. You saw his car out front leave with him in it to one of his regular “business” meetings. 

So how did he get back here?

Yet at the same time, you’re somewhat relieved to know it’s only him and no one else scaring you like this. You have missed his velvety voice after all. 

Damn. 

“I thought you might come back around here. Thought I would welcome you home again, angel.” He says with a smirk that’s almost audible. He slowly struts his way over to you, your eyes unwavering from the make of his dark silhouette. As you meet face-to-face again, you realize he’s still just as handsome as you remember and for a brief second, you can’t quite recall why you stayed away for so long. 

“You can’t call me that anymore. I’m not…” You trail off as Jungkook's movements take you off guard, head leaning down, breath that could just kiss your cheeks. His familiar scent hits you and the memories flood back in an instant, weakening your knees and nearly disarming you altogether. 

“You’ll always be my angel. Even when you run away without so much as a goodbye kiss.” He whispers, sneaking a hand into your hair, trailing down to your cheek. Jungkook pauses and holds his gaze on your lips. A tender laugh leaks out of his throat, and he brings his lips to ghost over your forehead. You freeze, feeling his warm lips on your skin again. 

You missed him. 

You missed him so much, you could wrap your arms around his neck and have him right there on the floor without a second thought - but you can’t. You could, but you know you shouldn’t. Your lives weren’t compatible. He killed people, he was in a dark business that played with drugs, fire and gambled in human lives. You were a regular, working woman, not even close to the kind of person who could stomach this constant close proximity to death. 

It wouldn’t work, not in the long run, so you left. Even though you loved him. You thought you could get away from this dangerous life, from the scary man he has become, you thought he might let you move on after six months. 

But boy, were you ever wrong. 

“I think I’ll have to punish you, angel. You’ve been a bad girl, leaving me all alone and only coming back to our house when you needed something from me.” He kept his lips against your head, teasing you with the ever so slight skin contact. He could feel you shiver beneath his simplest of touches. Jungkook knew then and there, that he still had absolute power over you. Just like you do over him. Still have over him. 

Before you could protest, he grabbed you by the waist, picking you up and pinning you to the couch nearby. You could do nothing but screech in surprise, fall beneath him and take whatever he was about to give you. He placed one hand over your two wrists, holding them above your head. Along with his knee nestled right between your legs. At the contact, you nearly let out a moan. You knew you missed him, but didn’t realize that the tiniest of touches had this deep of an affect on you still. 

“I have your passport, my love.” He pulls it from his jacket pocket to show you, before throwing it over his shoulder and away from the two of you. You can’t meet his eyes, you feel like you’ve betrayed him. You guess you have. 

“Do you really want to escape me so bad?” Jungkook asks, and for a brief second, his tough exterior dissolves. He looks… hurt. You see his eyes flicker between your own, looking for some sort of comfort, reassurance. You don’t see him like this very often, his sentimental side. But you both know this will only go one of two ways, and Jungkook needs to know how you feel. He’s showing you he’s still the man you fell in love with, that deep under that tough exterior, he still had a place for you in his heart.

“Baby?” He asks, taking you from your thoughts.

“Jungkook-” You start. “I never wanted to leave you, I just couldn’t be in that life anymore.” You hesitated, waiting to see if Jungkook would let you continue.

“You killed him, I saw it.” You confess. You hadn’t told Jungkook you saw him kill Yoongi at the time. His enemy that consumed his every waking second. You had gone into Jungkook’s gang bar in Itaewon, looking for your boyfriend. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, his drive to wage war against Yoongi consumed him entirely. He would text you he would be home shortly, then disappear for days on end with nothing reassuring you he was even alive. There was only so much you could take before the utter loneliness and worry drove you mad. 

That’s when you saw him, Yoongi, Jungkook’s long term rival, kneeling before your lover. He was bleeding, beat up so bad he could barely see out of his bruised up eyes. That’s when Jungkook placed the gun to his forehead. That’s when he pulled the trigger and took another man’s life in front of you. 

You simply ran at the sight, the shot still ringing in your ears. You never looked back after that, too afraid to confront the truth. Jungkook watched you run from him, and in that moment, he froze. He felt shame, he knew he needed to let you process for a while, but he never gave up on trying to get you back. Jungkook let you be for the last couple months, watching closely. It was only today he realized that he could really lose you for good, and that terrified him. 

“He wanted you, Y/N. Yoongi was coming after you to get to me. He wanted to hurt you and I-.” Jungkook breathed out, letting go of your pinned hands and sitting up straight. He felt his heart collapse at the thought, tears flooded his eyes. 

“Y/N, I don’t know what I would have done if he had got you.” He confesses back, pouring out his heart for you.

You sit up, staring at Jungkook in shock. You had never seen him cry before. Sure, you had seen him emotional in rage, denial and revenge, where he really showed his feelings. But never sadness, out of heartbreak, and never over you. 

“Please say something.” Jungkook cleared his throat, attempting to wipe the tears from his eyes. You jump to him at the sight, instantly rushing to his side. He may come with a dark past, but he is also just a man who loves you in this moment, showing you his whole heart. 

You could never resist him anyway. 

“Jungkook,” you hush, wiping his tears for him, holding his head in your hands. “I’m sorry I left you. I was scared. I didn’t believe my eyes and I couldn’t cope with what I saw. I ran in fear and didn’t care to understand. I was scared - scared of this life. But now I want to understand, you make me want to understand. I’m sorry for hurting you by running away, I didn’t mean to…” You confess.

You couldn’t control yourself around him, instantly abandoning your resolve the second he comes running. Perhaps that’s why you told yourself to stay away in the first place. Perhaps you should have been more careful, perhaps you wouldn’t have gotten back into his bed if you had been… 

Jungkook looked up into your wet eyes and knew, he knew you meant every word you said. He had you wrapped around his finger, and he loved you for it. In this moment, you were his again and he wasn’t about to let you slip from his grasp. He’s got you back, and he’s going to keep you there if he has anything to do with it. 

A gasp escaped your throat the second Jungkook sprung on top of you, pushing you back down onto the couch. He rested himself back between your legs, allowing your hips to meet. He was finally kissing you again with passion, fire, everything you missed and craved over the last six months. You moaned into his mouth and twisted your hands through his hair. He felt good, just as good as you remember. Everything was blurred, and as you kissed him back, letting his tongue meet yours, you couldn’t remember why you would ever run away from this. You were his. You knew it too.

“Angel,” Jungkook moaned into your mouth, and ever so slowly started making his way down to your throat. Your hips writhed under him, pushing up against him for more friction. 

“You’re so gorgeous for me, impatient too, but just as gorgeous as I remember.” He said in between kisses, one arm wrapped around your middle pushing you closer to him and the other pushing your shirt up to display your breasts. Once they were out on display for him, he let his mouth dance along them, and took your nipples into his mouth. You moaned at the sight and his wet touch, determined to get your pants off as soon as possible. 

“Jungkook, please.” You whined. Not having had him for months made you desperate. He could only laugh. 

“I know, angel. But I want to take my time with you, show you how much I missed you. How much I want to keep you, show you that you should stay.” He purred, making his way back up to your mouth. 

“Jungkook!-” You insisted, you could barely stand the foreplay at this point. You just really needed him inside you or it felt like you might combust. 

“Baby, you’re not listening to me.” He took your chin into his hand, centering your focus on him again. “Do I have to shut you up?” He smirked, looking into your eyes which were entirely dilated. “Be a good girl and take my finger in.” Jungkook slipped his pointer into your mouth, lubricating it. You immediately wrapped your lips around it and swirled your tongue around it. 

“Shit- The things you do to me, baby. Can you feel how hard you make me?” He pushed his covered length into your core, both of you sucking in air at the friction. 

“Slide your skirt up for me, angel.” He demanded, and you swear you never moved faster. 

“Oh. You dirty girl, Y/N.” He tsked as he realized you came all this way without wearing any underwear. Just for him. He glanced up at you, smiling. A genuine smile, and you couldn’t help but smile and giggle back. 

You planned for this, just in case. 

Nothing could encourage Jungkook to continue more than knowing his angel still wanted him, still planned to have him. 

“What can I say,” you started. “I can’t resist you, Jeon Jungkook.” You teased.

“God. I’m going to absolutely ruin you.” He bit his lips in anticipation and brought his mouth up to kiss you once more. He let his wet finger dance against your exposed core, playing with your clit and into your slit. Your back arched at the touch you had just nearly forgotten. 

“Jungkook!” You moaned, the tiniest of his touches setting you off. 

If you were already like this now, what were you going to be like in 5 minutes? 

“I think you’ve missed me, haven’t you, baby?” He kissed your mouth, swallowing your moans as his finger entered you. Pushing inside you, your brain shut down at the pleasure. You could do nothing but take it, Jungkook had this power over you. There was no doubt. 

“Tell me.” He encouraged, as he began slowly slipping his finger in and out of you. 

“Yes-“ you breathe, unable to think straight. 

“Yes what, baby?” He asked as he added another finger, filling you up even more. 

“Please, don’t stop-” Your heavy breaths cutting you off, trying to focus but unable to.

“Should I fuck you stupid, baby girl?” Jungkook purred, taking his tongue to your ear, letting the shivers travel down through your body.

“Yes, yes!” You exclaim, not caring about the consequences in the slightest, all you want is him. The familiarity of your lover's arms, kiss and length. Him.

Jungkook then moved quickly to take his pants off, freeing him from his restraints and that much closer to actually having him inside you once again. It felt exhilarating, and forbidden, perhaps that’s why you craved it even more. 

Maybe you would feel silly about it later, however you now find yourself unable to take your eyes off of him while he strips for you. His strong stomach, tattoos that decorated his whole body, his hips, his weight that now settled on you and his large length now sliding up and down your aching hole. 

“Ready, baby?” Jungkook asked, kissing your neck and sliding his length up and down to gather your wetness. “God, you’re so wet, you’re dripping all over me.” He cooed, glancing down to see the mess you’ve made all over him. 

You could only focus on the feeling of him just barely entering you, only for his tip to pull out again. Your body was writhing under him, his arms locking your frame in place. 

“Please, Jungkook. I need you.” You whimpered, your fingers sliding up to his back, nails ever so slightly digging into his skin. You remembered how it drove him crazy over you. 

“Fuck, baby, okay.” He captured his lips with yours, finally pushing into you and bottoming out immediately. You gasped and clenched around him, squeezing him.

“Shit, don’t do that, baby girl. I’ll finish too quickly. You feel so good, just like I remember.” Jungkook kissed your cheeks, trying to distract himself from finishing inside you already. 

Finally, you began to relax around his length, needing him to move inside you and take you already. 

“Please- please move.” You encouraged, kissing his arms around your head that held him above you. 

“Okay, baby. I got you.” He purred, dropping to his elbows to get closer to you, moving his hips in the slightest. Immediately, you reacted to his touch, preparing to take him over and over again. God, how you missed him.

Jungkook set a brutal pace, barely preparing you for his hips running into yours repeatedly. However you could do nothing but take it, just how you liked it. It felt so good to have him take control and spoil you again. He was so strong, so caring in the moment like this. This, this was the Jungkook you knew and loved. He’s always there, like this, somewhere beneath the surface - you just hoped it could stay like this forever. 

You were taken from your thoughts and he plunged himself so deep into you, he made contact with your cervix and the pain mixed with the pleasure ran through your system. 

“Jungkook!” You exclaimed and his eyes immediately locked onto yours, full of concern. He then slowed down slightly. “You okay?”, you quickly reassured him.

“Yes, yes! It felt so good, please keep going, don’t stop, don’t stop.” You could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you wanted all of his pleasure and you know in the next moment, he would surely deliver.

Jungkook’s concern for you rapidly turned into a smirk and he continued with his pace. He locked his tatted arms around your head and shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist and he began pounding into you. Your head went into overdrive and could only focus on his tip hitting your G-spot over and over and over again. 

“Fuck! Jungkook, oh my-” He gently raised a hand to your throat, pressing the sides ever so slightly. He still remembered exactly what you liked in the bedroom, the movements and positions that had you seeing stars. He knows you like nobody else knows you. 

“You like this, don’t you baby?” Jungkook chuckles, watching your face curl up in pleasure. His length entering you over and over again, filling you up completely each and every time. 

“I’m gonna cum-” you managed to let out as the unstoppable pressure started building up in your tummy. 

“Me too, baby girl. Cum for me. Cum on this dick. Made just for you, only you…” Jungkook is whispering in your ear, his words taking you over the edge as he pounds into you. His length, his lips, his presence, his love - you can’t contain yourself anymore and you let yourself go, the white wave of pleasure finally releasing. “Shit, shit, you feel so good, baby”, Jungkook exclaims as he feels you clenching and finishing around his length. He can’t help but finish too, filling you and holding your body close to his as he does so. 

You two come down from your highs together, wrapped up in eachothers limbs, breathing heavily. It feels oddly intimate, and the feeling of his body weight on you feels euphoric. Sometimes you think you could die like this - Just desperately wanting to be so close to him like this. He’s your love after all, even if he’s done some bad things, you can still see the person underneath the facade. 

Your Jungkook. 

When the high passes, you two are able to think a little more clearly. The haze finally leaves your minds, and Jungkook sits himself up on his elbows to look into your eyes. You look at him, almost concerned, you now feel nervous about what he’ll say next. Your innermost fears and doubt creeping up on you in your moment of vulnerability. 

Will he leave now that maybe he’s gotten what he wanted from you? Will he threaten you? No, no surely not. He loves you, tonight has proven so… right?

“Y/N.” Jungkook interrupts your thoughts, “I can see what you’re thinking, you know?” He slightly smiles down at you, and instantly you feel more relaxed. You smile back a little too. 

“I know, I wear my emotions, you always told me.”

“You do, my love.” He coos, coming to kiss your lips ever so slightly. He then hovers above you slightly -

“...Do you regret it?” 

“What? No, no of course not.” You immediately refute. Your hands come up to comfort his concerned face, fingers wiping the tears that start to pour from his eyes a second time tonight. 

“I thought I had lost you for good, Y/N.” His resolve breaks and he tucks himself into your neck, his arms wrapping around you and keeping you close. 

“I don’t want to be without you - I don’t want to lose you and I don’t want to be a man you’re ashamed of loving.” He cries into you, tearing falling onto you wet and warm. You start to tear up as you hear him sob, the tough-guy persona falling apart as he opens up to you. This was the Jungkook you were in love with. 

“I want to try and be better for you, for us. I want to be the man you need and deserve. I want us to be together, Y/N. Please, I want to change.” Jungkook kisses your neck, wet and all over. It tickles you as he reaches that one spot just beneath your ear, it leaves you giggling. He immediately whips his head to look at your expression below him. You're crying too, but smiling at him, looking at him so fondly.

“I love you, Jungkook. I do. I want to be with you, but we have to try and do better. No more of this life, we can leave together. For good, okay?” You look deep into his eyes, searching for reassurance. He smiles down at you once again, holding your hands on his face, fingers running over yours soothingly. 

“Okay. Let’s leave this life behind. We’ll move, we’ll get normal, boring 9-5 jobs and a little apartment together.” Jungkook giggles, and it makes you giggle as well.

“Can we get a little dog too?” You chime in, already loving the idea of your new life together that’s being imagined up before your eyes. 

“Yes, and two beds. One for sleep, one for sex.” He winks, kissing your palm. He wiggles his eyebrows, trying to win you over to the idea. You simply roll your eyes and eventually nod. You can’t resist him, especially like this. 

“Fine, but you’re doing the extra laundry then.” You smirk, Jungkook smiles softly back at you.

“I will. So long as I’m with you, everything is right in the world. I love you, angel.” 

“I love you too.”

//

a/n: I was totally gonna make him still a bad boy at the end of this, but then I got too soft - ugh I'm a sucker for a happy ending

[joonieskinks]

somewhere in italy, 2002

simon 'ghost' riley x reader | fluff, swearing, some small hints of past smut but mostly just a happy reunion inspired by cmbyn lol | 800-ish

You could feel his eyes on you before you set yours on his. 

At first you believed he approached you due to the minimal seating available on the patio, hoping to steal a chair to rejoin his rather loud group of friends. But instead the masked man asked for a seat beside you. That's when you glanced up from your novel, taking the cigarette out of your mouth. 

“This seat taken, love?” He asked, his voice husky but softer than you imagined it would be at first glance of the man. 

“No, you’re welcome to it.” You boldly insist, eyes lingering on him briefly before disappearing back to the pages in front of you. 

He pulled the seat out from the table, angling the chair towards you, and there he sat. Searching for words, perhaps just enjoying your presence. You couldn’t quite decide.

After a few moments, you looked back up at him as you heard the rambunctious murmurs from his little group. “Go on, LT, go!”

You smiled, gesturing a hand over to the boys.

“You with them?” The man nodded, eyes never leaving your face, your figure, you.

“Yeah, but they mean well.” You could see a small smile under the mask form.

“This a dare?” You poke, but his smile dropped an instead sincerity followed.

“No, just haven’t seen you in a few years, thought I’d say hello.” His voice fell quiet at the end of his sentence, his gaze finally leaving you to twiddle with his hands.

Then it hit you-

From all those years ago. Italy.

A simple vacation where you were both young and needed some time to find yourself. Met on a night out, he charmed you within a minute and you were wrapped around his finger, his body. From then on, you two were inseparable, days out in the sun and nights under the sheets. A summer never passed by so fast. 

“Simon?” The name not having left your mouth since he had to depart, head home, pack and begin his life in the military. That was his decision, his calling, to go. Yet, here he is before you once more. 

“Hi, lovie. It’s nice to see you again.” His eyes met yours once more. You quickly close your book and put out your cigarette, pushing up from your chair and into his arms. He’s taken aback, but doesn’t hesitate to hold you tightly. Simon’s face lands in the crook of your neck and you can hear him slowly inhale and exhale in relief.

This is what home feels like, he thinks.

“My God, I didn’t even recognize you with that on! Simon, I’ve missed you!” You pull back, your hands cradling his face and searching his eyes. “How are you? Where have you been? What’re you doing here?” He only chuckled as he could see your mind race. 

“Hoping to run into you, of course.” His hands slide up and down your back, soothingly. It was like no time had passed at all. His first love, his only love, his last love. He decided here and now, he wants this till he dies.

“You never left.” Simon notes.

“And you came back.” You smile, pressing your forehead to his and your eyes fluttered shut. You haven’t felt this comfort in years, oh how you ached for this, for him.

His grip on you loosened and you feel his hand come towards his face. He pushes up the mask, just enough for his mouth to show. You look down at the sight, those lips, the ones you know and love, rightfully yours. Although the years have not been kind to them, not with the visible scars on and surrounding them. Your mind rushes to ask a thousand questions, yet you hold back. Another time.

I wouldn’t have let that happen under my watch, you think.

“Y/N…” He whispers and you feel your knees start to give out. Look how you’re still so needy for him after all this time. 

Your thumbs push the mask up to his nose and he presses his lips to yours. Running your hands down his shoulders, across his jaw, touching him just how you’ve wanted to for years. 

His hands find perch at your waist, pulling you in close to him and deepening the kiss. 

You only break as his boys behind him start whistling, hollering, shouting his name in both astonishment and utter confusion. 

"How the hell did he get her that fast...?"

You look back at them as you laugh, Simon only pulls you in closer. 

“This ones’ mine, lads. Piss off.” Your attention turns back to your lover, eyeing the lipstick that resonates lightly on his lips. 

“All yours.” You whisper into his ear, bringing him close to you once more. Simon holds your face sweetly in his hands, so delicately, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.

“After all this time?”

“Always."

//