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Thinking about writing a Price one....

A helping hand.

What to do when your boyfriend is a voice actor, and needs a little help getting into the role?

TW. Smut, voice kink, blow job. Dirty talk, so MDNI (AFAB reader)

Simon Riley x Reader.

"Babe, im home!" You call out from the hall, noticing the office door was shut.

You take off your shoes and pad down the hall, quietly putting your bag and coat away. The office door was normally shut when your boyfriend was working, and you never disturbed him during his recording process.

Simon, or Ghost to his fans, was an experienced voice actor, his deep voice making him popular with the ladies and gentlemen alike, and was highly requested on erotic voice apps and voiceovers for those books you hide away in your TBR pile.

You pop him a text to let him know you are home, knowing he would read it when he had a moment, and set about changing and settling in for the night, so you were surprised when your phone chimed a second later.

"Come in, love."

You knock, and enter the door, and your jaw drops, your cheeks flushed. Simon was always sexy as fuck to you, but seeing him like this, in his domain...

The red lighting captured the ink on his forearms as his shirt sleeves were rolled back, his jeans pulled low over his hips. His cocky smile warmed you to the core as he beckoned you closer with a finger, his seated position at the desk relaxed, he looked like a king on his throne.

"Gimme a kiss, angel." He urges, his voice raspy and deep, sending a little shiver through your body as you comply, your lips pressed against his softly.

"Need a favour, a collaboration if you will." He smiles.

You frown, suspicion on your face. You just read the books, you didn't act them out for an audience.

"Need you to get on your knees for me, love. Need your mouth on me." He explains, his eyes never leaving yours.

"And no cameras, just a microphone, i have this job, and it feels a little... faked when I've been trying to record it today." he pauses, cupping your chin in his hand.

"Gonna help me out here, make me come?"

You pause, before nodding. Simon wasn't a selfish lover, making you get off numerous times without thinking about himself, and this was something you loved doing for him.

You kneel in front of him, the microphone on the side of the desk. He presses the button, and you tug at his jeans, exposing him to the cool air.

Taking it in your hand, you stroke the length of him, feeling him harden under your touch. Looking up, you see his eyes burning into yours as he speaks.

"Gonna take care of me, gorgeous?" He rasps, his voice thick with desire.

"Feels so good in your hand like that." He continues, almost narrating what you are doing to his audience.

Emboldened by his words, you nod, and stroke him faster, watching his eyes darken with every stroke.

"You look so good on your knees for me baby." His gruff voice singing through your body.

"Such a pretty girl, stroking my cock like a fucking professional." He rasps, his hips bucking into your hand, urging you to go faster.

You lick a stripe across your palm, before returning to his cock, his eyes wide in shock.

"Oh, i see you've learnt some new tricks, baby?" He laughs, his deep chuckle quickly making you melt as you nod.

"Making me feel so damn good."

You don't speak, almost afraid it'll break the illusion to his audience, so you smile up at him through your lashes.

"Gonna tug this top down, pretty thing. Wanna see your beautiful body." He looks down, raising an eyebrow, as if asking for permission.

You pull back, allowing him to remove your top and bra, exposing your skin to the cool air.

"So fucking beautiful, a goddess." He whispers, sending a blush to your cheeks.

His head tilts back as you close your lips over his head, a hiss of pleasure pulled from his lips as he feels your warm mouth over his cooled skin.

"You feel so fucking good sucking the tip of my cock like that, baby, such a fucking tease..." He rambles, threading his fingers through your hair.

"Your hair is so soft through my fingers, baby, wanna pull on it and bury myself down your throat." He warns, but he does no such thing as he watches you take inch by inch, your throat accommodating him.

"Fuck, gorgeous girl. You take me so well.. makes me feel like a fucking king." He admits, his eyes never leaving yours. Although this was for his audience, his gaze was for you, and you only.

He ruts up into your mouth, making you gag a little, he strokes your cheek with the other hand in apology.

"Gagging on my cock, pretty thing?" he asks, his 'ghost' persona slipping into the conversation. You nod, throwing him a mock scowl as you returned your attention to the job in hand.

Softly sucking on his tip, you reach further down, cupping his heavy balls in your hand, and being rewarded with a moan straight out an audiobook.

"That's it baby, take my balls in your hand too, while you suck me, making me feel amazing. Such a good girl for me." He moans, his voice raspy with need.

You slide your lips all the way down his shaft before making your way back to the tip, repeating this until you feel his legs shake.

"Gonna flood your mouth with my come, baby, you want that?" He asks, both into the mic and to you, you had forgotten completely he was recording, and nodded with a big smile on your face. You felt in complete power, this mammoth of a man eating out of your hand, and this may just be the quickest recording session you've seen him do.

"Making me feel so fucking good, im not gonna last." He chuckles deeply, his hand stroking the back of your head, eyes closed as he feels close to the edge.

You hear his moans and pleas of encouragement as he's near to coming, his hips rocking against your lips in a faster motion, desperate for release, before you pull your lips off him with a pop. Feeling a little bratty, and drunk on power, you look up with a cocky grin of your own.

His eyes opened, his chin tilted down to your face. A smirk danced across your lips as you pulled away on purpose.

He reaches down, gently cupping your neck between his fingers. Full 'Ghost mode' activated, his dark eyes meeting yours.

"Oh, pretty girl. You pulled away as i was about to come down your throat... such a naughty thing you are.."

You feel his fingers wrap through your hair again, a little tighter this time. You flush, squeezing your thighs together.

He notices this, and smirks.

"Gonna use this pretty face, and those gorgeous lips, and you are going to let me come in your mouth, isn't that right, baby?" he asks darkly.

You shake your head mockingly, sticking your tongue out in mock protest.

"Careful sticking that tongue out baby, i might use it." He warns, stroking your cheek with the other hand, before opening your mouth wide.

He positions you closer to him, your legs spread over his feet.

"I want to watch you ride my boot as you make me come, gorgeous. Then i'll allow you to come. Got that."

"Good girl."

His gaze is strong, a side of him you haven't seen, only heard about as he makes you nod by pulling your hair. Dumbstruck, you slowly rock your hips against his boot, your arousal soaking through your clothes.

He waits for you to open your mouth and take him in again before continuing. His touch soft against his harsh words.

"Such a good girl f'me." he repeats, his voice grounding you as your senses go wild at the stimulation.

"Getting off while you suck my cock like a fucking pro." He moans as you bring him back to the edge.

After a few, torturous minutes, you feel him tighten in your mouth, before releasing wave after wave of come down your throat. Your body purring in pleasure as you feel his hands in your hair, his hips flush against your mouth as he moans heavy praise into the room.

Flicking the microphone off and pushing it to the back of the desk, he pulls you up onto him before kissing you deeply, the taste of him on both of your tongues.

"Fuck, love. i didn't- You.." He gasps, his forehead pressed to yours.

You smile softly, pleased that he was stunned and satisfied.

he pushes your body back over the desk, before spreading your legs wide.

"Your turn, love. but only i get to hear you come." He smirks, before removing your clothes, and sinking down between your legs...

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First date Simon Riley... (a little tw, dark/slight stalker under the cut.)

First date Simon Riley.

Fidgety as hell, a nervous flush around his neck and ears as he brushes away invisible lint on his slightly too small jacket, borrowed from his Captain. His grip tight around some flowers wrapped in pretty paper, with a ribbon that matched your eyes. His heart thumping in his chest, his hands clammy, as he raises his fist to knock on the door..

Or.

First date Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

Confident, eager to see you. His cool composure almost perfect. His suit made for him, tailored like a dream over his broad shoulders, a simple black shirt underneath, with the top two buttons undone. His grip is firm around some flowers, wrapped in paper with a ribbon he thought you'd like. His heartbeat steady, as he rings your doorbell, his size taking up most of the Ring camera.

OR. . . .

(Darker version.)

First date. Ghost.

From the minute he hacked into your phone, and found out you had a crush on him, it was game on.

Dressed in black, head to toe, with a surgical mask covering the lower part of his face, he scrolled through your socials, finding out what you liked to do, even raising an eyebrow at your Tumblr account. (Not so innocent, sweetheart.) He found your favourite flowers, and using his contact in HR, found your address to send them too, every week after tonight. He booked a spot at your favourite spot for dinner, and purchased a membership for the museum he had heard you talk about. He texts you, asking for your address, feigning innocence when he's already in the area, waiting for you. (He's already considering moving you into his house, after all, his girl deserves to be worshipped, cared for...)

..............

(And yes. Matchmaker Si, is a little of all of these...)

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It's launched. Out there. In the world. And I'm absolutely terrified, excited, nervous... 🖤

Still have matchmaker to update too, in the next few days! 🖤🖤🖤🖤 I'm thinking the biggest update I've ever done...

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A little reblog, might have to write more about this man... admittedly my style is different now, so a revamp could be in order. :)

Finally.

BF! Graves x reader.

Now I know, Graves isn't our fave CoD operator, in fact every time I play as him I get hell in the lobbies still xD but I wanted to explore a best mate drabble I've been thinking of. We all know him as cocky, arrogant... and what if he is, but not to us? And we ask him for help with a problem... warning, this is a LONG one!

(tw. Virginity loss, best friend, hidden feelings, revealed feelings, kissing,teeny blood mention, smut, PinV. So MDNI!!)

"You want me to what?" Came the loud reply from your best friend.

Flinching at the volume, you press a finger to your lips, hoping no one else heard him.

"You know what I'm asking. You've probably done it a hundred times over." You hiss, eyes darting around the canteen.

"Darlin' you know I love you. We've been friends forever, but this, this I can't help you with, I'm sorry." Phillip backs off in his chair, his arms raised in mock surrender, his jaw tightly wound, as if he was going to say something further, but held himself back.

Your cheeks redden. You knew asking was probably the biggest risk in your friendship, but you trusted no one else, and you harboured feelings for Phillip ever since you both enlisted years ago, but always dampened it down due to his cocky demeanor.

"It's just a few minutes of your time, no feelings involved..." You bargain, leaning into the table.

"A few- a few minutes?" He splutters, gaining attention from the other table. He leans into your space, watching the blush flush from your cheeks.

"Sweet thing, the guy who takes your gift should be someone special. Someone you trust to make you feel good. Not a few stolen minutes on base. What's brought this on?"

"I think I'm defective." You admit softly.

"Defective how?" He presses, scooting in his chair, closing the gap between you two.

"No one else I know is a virgin at our age." You state, your cheeks stained pink.

"You go around talking about it with everyone?" He teases, hoping to break the mood.

"This isn't funny, Phillip. Why does no one want me?" You say, near tears.

What you fail to notice is that from the minute you both enlisted together, you've always been Graves' girl. He practically growls at any suitor interested in you, and the grapevine is adamant that you two are a thing. He's just too chicken to act on it.

"You'll find someone, doll." He says easily, like he's not worried about your status.

"Maybe I'll ask Ghost, he seems nice enough." You say, sliding your tray across the table, and standing up, dismissing the conversation.

"I'll catch you later." You call out as you follow Ghost into the corridor. You fail to see a pair of jealous eyes trailing your body as you leave.

A few hours go by, and curfew is approaching. You change into your pyjamas and grab your book, settling in for the night when you hear a brisk knock in the door.

Pulling it open, you find Graves, all dishevelled and mad.

"Tell me you didn't do it, doll." You smell a hint of bourbon on his breath, as he steps into your room.

You step back, shaking your head.

"D-do what?" You ask, but you already know the answer.

"Tell me you didn't give Ghost your body, baby. Tell. Me." He commands, eyes glossy with dutch courage.

"No, I didn't." You admit. You knew he wasn't the one when he turned you down gently and pointed out that someone else may want you and your gift. The very someone barging into your room.

You scoffed at Ghost, but it turns out his premonition was right.

"I.. i couldnt." You admit. Your eyes searching his for the unspoken question you were asking.

He steps into your space, his body close enough to yours that you could smell his cologne you brought him for Christmas. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, and back up to his eyes.

Involuntarily, your tongue darts out to wet your lip, soliciting a deep groan from Graves.

His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close to him, your bodies pressed against each other.

"You know, for the longest time, doll..." He pauses, his fingers tracing patterns over your hips.

"For the longest time. I've never felt like I deserved you. I've watched you from afar take on challenges even I've flinched at. You've taken every deployment, successful in most. You are faster, stronger and far more deadly than most of the team. You are smart, funny, kind.. Your laugh makes me laugh, your heart is.. your heart is generous, and I'm glad to call you a friend."

He pauses, and cups your chin with one hand, while brushing the hair out of your face with rhe other.

"But. I'd be lying if I said that's all I want to be. Your eyes are like pools, that I could stare into for hours, your body fits into my hands perfectly... I just want to dip my feet in and taste you, to see if you taste of heaven."

"I should be the one honoured to take your gift. To pleasure you until you see stars, to give you my body as much as you give me yours. I want to own every godamn moan that comes out of that mouth. I want you." He concludes, his breath ragged in his chest.

"Please." He asks. And one word is all it takes for you to melt in his arms as he swipes his lips over yours gently, his tongue opening your mouth further.

You moan in the back of your throat as he leads you to the bed, barely stopping kissing to lay down on the sheets.

"Tell me you want this, and I'll give you all you want." Phillip whispers.

You nod, and you see him shake his head.

"Words, baby. Tell me." He insists.

"I want this, Phillip, probably have for the longest time. I want you." You admit.

Pulling back, so his body is half over you, he pulls his t shirt over his head, and you observe his body with a smile. Your fingers trace over his shoulders, down his chest and to his waistband.

"Not yet, darlin'" He admonishes gently, undoing the buttons to the top of your pyjamas, exposing the soft skin bare underneath.

He lets out a breath, his eyes darkened with desire.

"Fuck, baby. You are so beautiful." He slides the fabric off your shoulders, the cool air pebbling your nipples, as you take a shuddering breath.

"It's okay, I got you." He says, bending down to place kisses along your soft skin, before taking a nipple into his mouth, and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, his hand playing similarly with its pair.

With the other hand, he brings his fingers up and holds your hand flush to your head, effectively trapping you against him.

A whimper tears from your throat as you feel warmth lick your lower belly, combined with the weight of him on you, and the pleasure he was pulling from you, you thought you could burst.

"Phillip, please." You beg, although you aren't sure what you want entirely.

He chuckles against your body, his hand moving from your breast to your pyjama shorts.

"Please, what, darlin'" He asks gruffly, his fingers playing with your waistband.

"I need.. I need more." You admit, eyes wide with lust.

You see Phillip pull back on his heels, and whimper at the loss of contact. He smirks, his lip lifting at the side.

"God, darlin' you look amazing right now." He says softly, almost fully devoted.

He looks at you for permission before he wriggles your shorts down your legs, the moisture between your legs sticking to the soft fabric.

"Fuck, baby. No underwear?" He asks, surprise evident in his tone.

You shake your head shyly as he opens your legs, baring yourself to him.

"Oh, she's gorgeous." He whispers, more to himself than anything but you blush regardless.

"And so wet for me, doll." His voice thick with need, his eyes darker than coal.

You watch as he swipes his fingers through your folds firmly, collecting your nectar on his fingertips. He brings it to his mouth and sucks them clean.

You hold your breath as he closes his eyes before noticing the bulge in his jeans. You smirk a little, satisfied you weren't the only one affected.

He leans down, hooking your legs over his shoulders as he licks a heavy stripe from your clit down, pulling a delicious sound out from your lips. He suckles on your sensitive flesh until you pull his hair, guiding him to where you want him. His tongue flat, he takes his time licking building you up to your first orgasm.

It hits you out of nowhere, your eyes tightly shut, your toes curled as wave after wave hits you, you try to talk, but no sound comes out of your mouth, just a flash of bright light behind your eyes.

Phillip straightens up, and kisses you, combining your taste in your lips as you return the kiss deeply.

"You OK, darlin'" He asks, a little cockily.

"You look proud of yourself." You retort.

"I just got the prettiest girl in the world to come on my face, I'd say I'm pretty proud of myself." He replies easily.

You choke on a breath you had been holding.

"Phillip!" You chastise, mock scandalised

He grins, and heads back down between your legs.

"Phillip, I can't." You protest, your thighs a little sore.

"Gotta prep you, baby. Don't wanna hurt you." He explains, kissing your inner thighs before returning to your sensitive folds. His tongue painting masterpieces over the skin.

You gasp as you feel his finger slowly work his way inside you, the feeling intrusive, but not painful.

"There you go baby, think you could take more for me?" He asks between licks.

You nod, and you shudder as you feel a second finger match the first, but this time pressing down on a sensitive spot.

"God, Phillip.. please!" You pant as he strokes the spot over and over, that familiar warmth in your lower belly as you tighten around his fingers.

"Come for me darlin', come on my fingers." Phllip insists, picking up the pace to match your hips bucking against his fingers.

You squeal as you come, your pussy clenching around his fingers, eyes rolled in the back of your head.

"Fuck." You hear him whisper, opening your eyes, you lock your gaze with his, and find nothing but admiration and pride.

"You looked so sexy, coming on my fingers like that darlin'" He chuckles.

"Almost came in my jeans."

You look down and you could see a dark patch on his jeans, he catches you looking and raises an eyebrow.

"Off. Now." You command, your hands going to his belt.

He shucks off the denim and fabric underneath, leaving him naked in front of you.

"Do you want me to?" You swallow, unable to look away.

Phillip shakes his head.

"Won't last long if you do, darlin' and I'd rather come in that pretty cunt of yours. I assume you are on the pill?"

You nod and wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him to you, your lips pressed against his as he leads you both back down on the bed.

Your legs spread open as he settles between them, his soft gaze on yours.

"You ready, doll? We can always stop here."

You throw him a look, and rock your hips against his.

"Not a fucking chance." You say firmly.

He chuckles as he slides home, his length stretching you out deliciously. You gasp, and squeeze your eyes shut, and he pauses.

"You okay, baby?" He asks, concern written on his features.

"I'm good, just... adjusting." You admit, opening your eyes.

He slowly rocks his hips against yours, and any discomfort melts away as the pleasure takes over you both. You trail your hands over his shoulders and chest, feeling his skin under your touch.

"Phillip." You whisper, afraid to break the moment.

He looks down at you, your body underneath his.

"Yeah, darlin'?"

"I'm not gonna break, go faster." You urge, wrapping your ankles around his lower back.

He picks up the pace, leaning back a little, knelt at your hips as he watches where you two meet. He watches the creamy ring around the bottom of his cock, tinged with a little pink.

You are his is all Phillip can think of as he rocks against you, your body fitting against his perfectly. You pull his closer for another kiss, changing the position of your hips, taking him deeper.

You both groan at the sensation, the feeling of fullness for yourself, and the tight vice of your pussy clamping down on his cock as he guides you to another orgasm.

He brushes your hair away from your face, taking in your flushed cheeks, and glossy eyes.

"You feel so good, baby." He admits softly, his hips snapping against yours as he feels you building up to a third orgasm. His fingers softly pinching your nipples, sending a shock wave of pleasure down your spine.

"You gonna come for me, come on this cock?" He asks, smiling at the way you nod.

"Words, doll." He reminds you.

"Fuck, yes, Phillip, I'm gonna come.." You pant, your hips matching his pace as you chase your high.

You feel like you are floating as another orgasm rips through you, you didn't care how loud you were being as pleasure burst through your body.

Phillip snaps his hips to yours, following closely, his spend deep inside you. He pulls you into his body, slowly pulling himself out as he wraps his arms around you.

Sweaty and satisfied, you look up at Phillip, who places a kiss on your forehead.

"I'll run you a bath, thank fuck we have the bigger barracks." He laughs. He pulls himself from you, as your phone chimes.

'Fucking finally. Can you hear you both down the hall.' 👻

You blush and hand your phone to Phillip, who laughs.

"He's right, darlin'... fucking finally.."

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A/N this turned out to be the longest drabble ever. I know some of you are here due to the Matchmaker series, which will be resumed ASAP, but I hope this appeases the writers block Gods! I appreciate everyone's likes, comments, asks, reblogs, it all means so much. ♥️

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Not me relaunching my jewellery business between family life, writing another book, being a youtube/content creator and the summer holidays... 😅

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All I’m saying is when Eddie Munson shows back up in Stranger Things this year, I told you so. Idc how he shows up but it’s gonna happen

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If I wrote a book, would you read it?

I'm a fair few chapters in, and while I'm known for my shorter stuff, I've enjoyed writing this out ❤️

(Plot so far. Childhood friends end up on a date set up by a friend. Lots of matchmaker inspo)

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Matchmaker. Patrol.

A little mention of a daddy kink. Nothing too smutty tonight, and if you haven't already, drink your water and remember you are amazing, loves ya! X

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Another random drabble, this time featuring our own Keegan P. Russ....

Bodyguard x Singer!Reader.

Fluff. Feelings.

Keegan knew he was too old for this shit.

Coming out of the military was a blessing and a curse, and tonight felt like the worst of both.

Screaming fans, lights, smoke and more hairspray than an 80s hair metal band meant one thing.

You were performing.

You, who had been assigned a bodyguard due to your rise in fame, even though you didn't think you needed one.

You, who had made it nigh on impossible to be guarded, when you run off to thank fans and take photos.

You, who got on every single one of his last nerves. You were bright, bubbly, kind... he was not.

You, who he couldn't take his eyes off. (Professionally, of course ;))

You, who danced and sang around stage as if you were born to perform, voice loud and clear into the night.

You in that sparkly outfit, with the matching boots.

You blowing kisses into the crowd, your smile radiant and genuine.

You, who always had a kind word for everyone, even your grumpy body guard.

You, who always needed a jacket, and secretly loved leaving your smell in his, after he reluctantly covers your shoulders.

You, who right now was listening to the crowd sing your lyrics back to you, a stunned picture as you realise how loud they are for you.

(Not pictured. A proud Keegan. Who secretly only had eyes for you.)

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The Matchmaker Series.

Matchmaker (Text series) part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen, part fifteen, part sixteen, part seventeen, part eighteen, part nineteen. part 20, part 20.5, part 21, part 22, part 23 part 24, part 25, part 26, part 26.5 part 27, part 28, part 29, part 30, part 31. part 32, part 33, part 34, part 35, PROPOSAL, THURSDAY. FINALE

(And from July 2025)

Anniversary, Love Island

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I'm gonna have to have a separate link for Matchmaker! There's just too many parts xD

Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

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Matchmaker- Love Island.

These two...

Find the other parts here

No TW. just a little suggestive.

@kaeyasfuturewife @xoxunhinged @muneca-lemon-steppa @gardenof-venus @soraya-daydreams @frudoo @renpodz @yesornowaitidontknow @thevoiceinyourheadx @shadowdark00 @lunamoonbby @incredible-walker @identity2212 @pukbadger @urbimom @corvid007 @wordsfromshona @shadows-empress @m00xy @canyonmooncreations @oniraki @evie-119 @havoc973 @kylies-lover-blog @ishipdabands @cmbghost @heckinspooks @midwesternwitchery @masterclassofescapism @s-a-v-a-n-a-34 @skeletonsucker @ghost-soaps-shadow @veryberry26

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Read a fucking comic man

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First time I feel represented... how amazing is this!?

mine

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Anniversary. (Matchmaker AU)

They are back....

@kaeyasfuturewife @xoxunhinged @muneca-lemon-steppa @gardenof-venus @soraya-daydreams @frudoo @renpodz @yesornowaitidontknow @thevoiceinyourheadx @shadowdark00 @lunamoonbby @incredible-walker @identity2212 @pukbadger @urbimom @corvid007 @wordsfromshona @shadows-empress @m00xy @canyonmooncreations @oniraki @evie-119 @havoc973 @kylies-lover-blog @ishipdabands @cmbghost @heckinspooks @midwesternwitchery @masterclassofescapism @s-a-v-a-n-a-34 @skeletonsucker @ghost-soaps-shadow @veryberry26

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Thinking about making a book/or a massive full story post about these two. Some of my favourite things I've ever written.

Matchmaker.

A multiple part text drabble.

Soap needs to get Simon a girl. Luckily his best friend is recently single.

Part one. Part two

Tagging my lovelies, sorry it's been forever! @xoxunhinged @misshugs @soraya-daydreams @shadowdark00 @rynbeerose @frudoo @muneca-lemon-steppa @yesornowaitidontknow @thevoiceinyourheadx @choke-me-eddie @azxulaa