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late night with your lover simon riley

content includes: afab!gender neutral reader, fingering

i'm never entirely sure how to start these. something something, you're laying in bed with simon. cuddled under a blanket while his weight lays firmly next to you on your bed. it's a usual part of your routine as the night ends. one of your scented candles lit and the telly silently playing reruns while you read you a book on your kindle.

properly enjoying the plot until you feel your needy partners hand sliding over the smooth skin of your thigh. nails slightly dragging over your bare skin as it makes its way between them. you shift your body, trying to keep focused on your story as simon pets and paws at your inner thigh.

it's your fault for not wearing underwear dove, he murmurs as his thumb passes over your soft, sweet clit. a steady breath leaving you as his skilled finger swipes lazily back and forth over you. using his middle and ring finger to swipe down your lips before parting them. you toss him an annoyed glance over the screen of your story but he pays you no mind.

eyes stuck on the way your hole clenches for his viewing. swiping his fingers up and down, thumb still rocking over your clit at a slow pace that has wetness starting to stick to his digits. you subtly rock your hips up into his fingers, enjoying the slow pleasure building up in you.

your simon's long, thick finger teasing your hole as wetness brims. dipping inside slightly and back out. over and over until the sound of your cunt starts to pick up over the show playing in the background. you let out another breath, head tossing back slightly as you regain your senses before focusing again on your book.

words blurring together slightly as the tip of one finger finally sinks in and curls inside of you. tapping that spongy spot inside of you once, twice, and once more before retreating in favor of teasing your clit again. he must like dragging out your pleasure because he repeats this process at his leisure. focused slowly on the pooling wetness on your inner thighs and si’s fingers. your original task ignored as you clench your kindle in your grasp, hiding your face as you let out quiet pants and moans of simon, mm si please.

you're oh so warm on this damp evening. upper half still covered in a hoodie but the heat of pleasure has you growing sticky from sweat and your first orgasm hitting. head tossed back into the pillows, a strangled moan leaving your bitten lips as simon keeps those fingers inside you pumping. eyes finally away from your cunt to watch the blissful expression that washes over your face.

he keeps going to bring you to soft, slow and creamy orgasms. when he's done he'll lick your juices up from your delicious hole to your swollen clit. licking his platter clean off your thighs and his fingers before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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18+ mdni.

something something johnny is the prettiest dog simon's had the pleasure of owning. he's a well trained mutt and his playful attitude only serves to endear simon further. especially when the playful and cocky nature that johnny sports in his pretty blue eyed grin leads to punishments.

and what a pretty brat johnny can be for his owner. quickly sinking to his knees, tongue out with drool quickly pooling on the muscle at one command of down from the large brit who's already pulling out his chained leash.

attaching it to the collar around his mutts neck while he loosens his belt. harshly yanking the chain that leaves johnny whimpering and so so close to making a mess in his boxers as he's pulled face first against simon's bulge. panting, whimpering pup barley being able to contain his excitement as he catches a whiff of simon's musk through his pants.

he'll be crying from sick pleasure in a few minutes. tears streaming down his cheeks. forced to choke on simon's cock while he yanks the chain linking man to dog. breathing in simon with each swallow of his throat and whimpering around the length. stupid mutt, wanting to cum so bad just from his owners scent. but have you been a good boy, johnny?

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two fresh off the brain posts tmmrw:) one simonxreader, one ghoap to go

i've been sick since yule and ovulating so obviously this is how i spend my time

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soapghost doodle <3

edit: i just realized i forgot his tattoos ughhhh

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reading back some of my unfinished drafts like

omg who wrote that?! nasty. despicable and disgusting

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little gender neutral blurb i wrote while out drinking last night

you thought you’d be fine, pulling up to your friends house with the three bottles you all put up money for plus another that someone else was bringing. the perfect night in with friends. pajamas on and dancing to the blaring music, greasy finger snacks, drinking games and lots of laughing.

plenty of drinks spilt on carpet and burnt chicken wings in the air fryer that still get passed around like a delicacy among drunk friends. you’re all four bottles in and it’s not even two a.m. yet. one of you thinks to call an uber to get another bottle but you decide on calling simon.

he’s picking you up when the party is over anyways, he won’t mind entertaining a bunch of your drunk friends on a ride to the liquor store. you still hand over the phone to your best friend to handle. simon has no choice but to say yes, got to stay on their good side.

you’re all a giggling and confused mess as you stuff into the large suv simon owns. sitting in the front passenger and giving him a giddy smile as he kisses your cheek.

the radio is playing loud music as you all sing along, a.c. blasting through the vents and you’re hitting up the third liquor store because everyone you can think of is closed. you give up after the fourth and head to a 24 shop instead. you make sure to pull him to the side as your friends enter, telling him that you’re leaving once they’re dropped back off where the party was held.

everyone is grabbing snacks and drinks to take back with them. your head leaned against simons shoulder, eyes closed in tipsy sleepiness as you wait on your friends. simon mutters softly under his breath, stroking your head as you lull to a quiet slumber.

you wake back up to find yourself already in bed at home. one of simon's large shirts pulled over your body and the man himself draped over you while he snores away. a soft smile slipping on your groggy face before you let yourself be pulled back to sleep.

yeah so i wrote this in september while drinking with the gfs... i should be more ashamed of my terrible posting and memory but

also yesterday marked officially a year of me writing and posting fanfiction on here yay🎊

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i’m not a fan of writing about the 141 as actual soldiers but i am in the mood for some good ole fashioned despair so

simon/141 x reader, assumed to be a mole + the aftermath

content includes: gn!reader, no pronouns used, very brief descriptions of torture, panic attacks, memory loss from trauma

waking up in the hospital felt like the closest thing to heaven you could find. the silent noise of electricity and beeping of monitors next to your bed. the dimmed lights revealing a slate white ceiling as your blurry eyes adjusted to the feeling of being awake. your body felt numb, the drugs running through your system to keep you from feeling all the marks of torture you had endured.

you let out a shaky breath, blinking as you gained your faculties. your mind drawing a blank on what you were doing here until you heard a rustle of noise in the room. you tried to sit up, wincing and hand coming to lay against the bandaged injury on your side. eyes darting over to where your mind was whispering for you to look. trying to remind and warn you of horrors you couldn’t piece together until you came in contact with a skull-faced balaclava.

the peace draining from your body as you grew tense. loud beeping noises of the monitors feeling light years away as your mind focused on the fear coursing through your veins. the horror of wanting to die as the people you grew to see as family cut you down. piece by piece.

your mind reeling and loud in your ears to remind you of everything you’d been through in the past week? two or three? how long were you kept in that room? tied up to a chair and left to wait for your torture to resume. the sick twisted light you swore you saw in eyes you loved as you screamed in pain. sobbing and begging for it to stop.

mind trying to come up with a reason for the betrayal you were facing as your team took turns to get information from you.

no one could blame you when you fell off the face of the earth. not knowing if you were still alive, if you could call anything after what happened living.

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you didn’t understand why your fingers were trembling. you tried to take a deep breath, get them to stop but it only made them shake more. your breaths uneven and labored with every passing second. the sound of the machine hooked up to your heart rate beeping incessantly in the dull, out of reach corner of your mind. along with reality that seemed to warp and bend to the shuffle of fabric in the corner of your room.

you looked up, eyes easily finding brown ones you were long used to. a familiar pair that once gave you solace through the storm now had your chest squeezing tight. eyes widened to saucers as you felt your breaths pant out faster and faster. your gaze still stuck on brown that used to be so much warmer to you, now cold and hollowed. pain ringing through them as they watched you.

you could distantly hear the sounds of voices and the beeping getting louder yet somehow faded. dulled by the rushing distortions howling in your ears. your trembling hands clutching onto the thin white cotton blanket as you try to ground yourself.

it was just a panic attack, you’ll be fine you tell yourself. mind scrambling to catch up. trying to seek out an answer to what was making your body shake and fear lick up your spine. it was those eyes, that’s what you knew. but a strange thought to have when they were connected to someone you adored. someone you looked up to and admired as a superior to your station.

so why were you so afraid? you could feel yourself hyperventilating, felt like you might pass out from a lack of oxygen before a figure cut through your eyes path. colorful scrubs of different nurses and a massive shadow moving behind them out the door.

you could hear a little easier, breathe a little better as the world stopped spinning around you in the stationary space of your hospital bed. you blinked through a daze, finally noticing how wet your face was. salty tears ready to dry and leave an itchy reminder behind.

a reminder, that’s what you needed. what was it that you were forgetting? were you even missing something? you weren’t sure how long you’d been in the hospital. couldn’t remember how you’d ended up here in the first place. your last few memories were pools of honey brown. swimming inside them, getting lost in the labyrinth as it leads you closer and closer to a beast you couldn't ignore. couldn't subdue the large, inhumane creature that blocked trespassers.

why are you swimming? how did you ever get so lost that you trusted a spirit, a ghost in sheep's clothing? you winded in pain trying to recall what it was. eyes closing on a breath, a flicker of three more sets of eyes staring back into your mind.

i wrote this on my birthday (all the way back in august mind you) but my beta reader forced me to told me i should write more🙄so that's what the second bits for

as someone who’s experienced lost memory from trauma i tried to reflect that a bit in this

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i haven't been into writing anything but poetry lately. as a "damn my bad" for not posting for two months ill be posting something lighter right after this.

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i haven't posted in two months. low and behold there are a few drafts finished (of course there are i swear i have object permanence issues when it comes to writing)

might double update tmmrw just to get them out before i inevitably forget i have stuff written again

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cat hybrid Ghost 🤲

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homie....

not pictured: captain price yelling at ghost's therapist

based on

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price with a puppy! girl who he can train to greet him at the door naked with a pretty pink collar and a matching leash that is ready for him to take. he loves how you pant and moan when he's fucking you doggy style. is a sucker for those puppy-dog eyes. makes sure to has a special engraved tag with his name on it.

ghost with a fawn! girl who he can chase down in the woods without a second thought and will let him pin you to the dirt and fuck you senseless because he's had a rough day. he loves to stroke your ears and tail when you cuddle up to him and will hand-feed you treats.

kyle with a bunny! girl who is so soft and adorable dressed up in those frilly outfits that make you hide your face as he dresses you before letting you hump his cock after he played with your nipples through the sheer fabric. kyle loves it when you twitch his nose which makes him chuckle and hold you closer to him.

soap with a kitty! girl who bites and scratches when you get a bit overstimulated and he loves it, will sometimes bat at you with a cat toy to make you draw your claws. will fuck you extra harder to feel your nails drag up his back leaving a mess of red lines.

comments and relogs with tags are really appreciated <3

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i imagine simon is the type of guy who would wake up as soon as you sneak out of bed in the night to pee, would practically stomp after you and stand in the bathroom, arms crossed, yawning and briefs riding low on his hips, wait for you to finish and wash your hands and then stomp after you back to the bed, slump into it again and drag you to lie on top of him. he just can’t sleep when you’re not there :((

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me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea

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it's 1:30 am and i'm writing so new price content coming soon😌

not sure if it'll include smut.... depends on my mood when i get to tht bit

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reblog if those man tits make you irrational

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men who like to stick their noses into your bush and just inhale the scent of your pussy with the most unashamed, satisfied and almost eager groan… yeah.