iskinpeople

[iskinpeople]

EEEEE

if ur still taking requests i would love to see submissive miles fairchild or sal fisher, the thought of either writhing under u, whiny and needy is just too good

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐒𝐔𝐁!𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild & sal fisher

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

*~smut!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: sub boyfriend, dom reader, tip rubbing, edging, degradition, orgasm denial, dick riding, face sitting

OMG! FINALLY I WAS HOPING I'D GET A SAL REQUEST! nnnnyahhh

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

┊ ˚➶ ｡Miles Fairchild ˚ ☁️

Miles is sputtering beneath me, his eyelids fluttering almost helplessly as he babbles incoherently with every up and down motion of my body. Despite how controlling and demanding he is, how intimidating he is, it surprisingly wasn't very hard to turn into a whimpering, stuttering mess. Turns out, it's a lot easier to do so when he isn't actually in the house. Quint's influence can't touch him if he's not on the property.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love Miles fucking me into submission and degrading me to the fullest, but it's so amazing that I could reduce a headstrong, controlling, dominant force into nothing more than a pile of whimpering, begging filth.

Slowly, I reach my hand down and wrap it around his throbbing cock, pressing my thumb against his clothed tip. In response, Miles let out a surprisingly high pitched whine, his back arching slightly. "A-ah.. oh no, Mistress.. n-no, not there, I don't wanna cum yet.. n-no please.." he begs softly, eyes still squeezed shut as though he's afraid of he looks at me his cock will explode with cum.

"Hush." I say gently, yet firmly. I've quickly discovered that Miles prefers to be praised, which fits well with the person that he is. Miles normally doesn't like to be told he's doing something wrong. It wounds his otherwise enormous ego. Which is what I want. Ignoring him, I go back to rubbing his leaking tip through his boxers.

"No, Miss! P-pleaseeeee..! Oh please, I'll do anything just please don't make me cum.. I want your pussy, I want your boobs, please.. oh GOD please!" Miles continues to beg. I roll my eyes like it's a chore for me and slowly pull his boxers down to his knees, allowing his fully erect dick to bounce out, almost hitting his stomach. For such a skinny guy, Miles is packing some heat down there. If Miles were in charge, he'd be making me tell him how big it is. Except now, I'm the one in charge, and that brings a smirk to my face.

Miles let out another tiny whimper, and I can feel him watching my face, trying to gauge my reaction to his cock, so hard and ready for me. But I keep my face blank and impassive on purpose, just to beat his ego a little.

"I-it's big.. right Mistress?.." Miles finally asks, tentatively.

It is big. It's really big, actually. But the point of this whole scenario is to humble him, so I shrug, which damn near brings Miles to tears, based on his hurt look. But he very noticeably doesn't use the safe word I gave him, so... Maybe he kinda likes being put in his place?

"Size doesn't matter, my love. Now shut up and I'm gonna ride you, okay?" I smirk and reach for the pack of condoms in Miles's nightstand. Miles doesn't like to use condoms, he says he doesn't like the feel of latex on his cock. But, just tonight, I'm going to make him wear a condom. In all seriousness, if he's going to accidentally knock me up, I'd rather it be on one of the nights he's railing me straight into his bed.

When he sees where my hand is going, he whines in protest and starts to squirm. "Oh no.. n-no, ma'am, please no condom, y-you know I don't like them, please.."

"You'll wear it and you'll fucking like it or you'll have to use your hand." I say firmly, my jaw set.

Miles whimpers and squirms more, begging a little more feebly now. "B-but.. you like t-to.. f-feel my.. my cum.." He gulps as I pull out a single packet and rip it open. He whimpers again, knowing that he's lost.

"Shut up, or I'll stuff my underwear into your mouth to shut you up myself." I say, my voice low and commanding.

Miles's face goes bright red and he moans lowly, a shudder ripping through his body.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

┊ ˚➶ ｡Sal Fisher ˚ ☁️

"Pleasepleaseplease, just.. just let me.. please I want to, I-I want.." Sal's words are coated with a whimper. Drool pooling out of his heavily scarred mouth. His prosthetic lays on the bedside table, the straps hanging limply over the edge. Without his mask, he can't stop drooling, due to the hole torn into the side of his cheek. Most people would think his face is grotesque, but to me it's weirdly beautiful.

Sal's hands are tied together to the bedframe, his lean body squirming underneath mine.

"Shh.. shh.. not right now, we're only just starting, baby.." I say softly, cupping his cheek as my thumb caresses his cheek. My affection makes him whine quietly as he pushes his face against my hand, seeking more. I smile and slowly pull my hand away. I put my hands on his sides to hold him steady as I slowly start to ride him a little harder. He writhes under me and moans out loudly, pushing his hips quickly against mine.

"Mommy.. mommy.. pleasepleasepleasepleaseee.. Gonna.. gonna cum.. m-mm.. I g-gotta.." Sal's adorably pathetic whines almost make me want to give in... but no. That would be too kind. I can see his hands struggling against the restraints, trying to reach out to touch me. His one real eye is glazed over with tears, like he's trying to coax me into untying his hands so he can grab me and hold me against him while he fucks himself into me.

I wrap my hand around his wrists and hold them tight while I bounce my hips quickly. "Don't you cum, Sally. If you cum we'll have to keep going until I want to stop."

He moans loudly and shakes his head in a somewhat lazy way. "N-nuh.. nuh.. oh please no, c-can't take it.."

Eventually, I slowly pull myself off him. His cock is so coated with fluids, both his and mine, that it's shiny with it. I smirk and grab a handful of his electric blue hair and hold his head down as I slowly sink onto his face.

Sal is really good at having his face ridden.

His tongue immediately gets to work swirling around. I moan quietly and tilt my head back, my mouth dropping open in pleasure. "Oh yeah.. that's my good boy.."

His tongue is coated with moisture and it's cold, which makes it all the more better. I rock my hips quicker, clutching his hair harder, causing him to whimper muffledly against my pussy.

Oh, this is going to be an incredibly fun night for me.

[iskinpeople]

I need him irl

CW: NSFW (18+) // Sally Face (18+):

[ I need to respond to old asks in my inbox. I apologize deeply, please send me some asks to my inbox, I feel like writing smut or fluff with Sal ]

. . .

imagine having to be stuck in a room all alone with the infamous "Sally Face killer". just imagine Sal towering over your short figure whilst shoving you against the wall behind you, slowly lifting up your skirt with his large cuffed hands, feeling you up in the process. Sal managing to slip his hand inside your panties to play with your soaked cunt, his fingers are too big for your sopping little pussy to handle as he finger fucks you but you take it like a good girl. his good girl. Sal would also have you ride his fat cock like your life depended on it, he loves watching you bounce up and down on his cock, desperately chasing your release. you love when he pushes you off just so he can slam his cock back in your tiny cunt and in the missionary position too. you loved seeing his eyes lock with yours, wishing to also have locked lips with his, his prosthetic blocking the way sadly. Sal would literally beat your poor pussy up with his fat cock until he was shooting ropes of his hot sticky cum inside of your unprotected womb.

maybe, just maybe.. if you guys are up for round two, he'll cum down that little throat of yours too. his little treat for his special girl.

[iskinpeople]

LMAO 😭😭

Soap: So... when are you and the misses having kids?

Ghost: Never preferably.

Soap: So... no kids?

Ghost: Nope.

Soap:... What if... you know...

Ghost: I had a vasectomy and she got her tubes removed. If we manage to get her pregnant, the kid will either be the next messiah or the anti-christ. Could you now leave my FUCKING BEDROOM?!!!

(Y/n) sleepy: Soap it's 3am.

[iskinpeople]

LMAO

PC style-core

[iskinpeople]

Ashley (Ash) Campbell Headcannons

Title: ""

Genre: HEADCANNONS (NSFW & SFW)

Ship: Ash x MALE!READER

Fanart links: Photo 1 Photo 2

SFW

If you like makeup, she'll wear her finest lipstick and kiss all over your face

She LOVESSSS your beard. She gets very sad when you shave

Hands on the waist or hips for no reasonm? MAKES HER MELT.

Has tried new hair styles and colors, she likes when you help and support her in her crazy hair adventures

She wears your clothes all the time. She claims it's way better than hers (which is fair cause I assume she dresses like this)

She takes YOU on dates...Hates when you pay

She's big spoon.

She's flat, but she has boobs

She hugs your arm in public

NSFW

SUCKS DICK LIKE A GODDESS

She likes to dominate, but if you wanna that's fine too!

She likes the mirror position, she likes seeing your face as she throws herself back on you

She likes when you bend her over on her bike. Turns her on a lot

She squirts A LOT. Get her going and she doesn't stop

She likes public sex more than private. She like when people know you're hers

She REALLY likes anal

SORRY THIS IS SHORT, It's hard to write for x MALE!READER

[iskinpeople]

Larry Johnson Headcannons

Title: ""

Genre: HEADCANNONS (NSFW & SFW)

Ship: Larry Johnson x FEM!READER

Fanart links: Photo 1 Photo 2

SFW

Larry is 100% a gift giver. If you're having a bad day, he is buying you your favorite chocolates and flowers you like

Larry likes when you wear his Sanity's Fall t-shirts around the house, it makes him feel like he's hugging you without physically touching you

Larry doesn't like his hair touched. Nore does he know a lot about hair, so he just grabs Shampoo and goes on with his day, and he wonders why it becomes greasy quickly

I see Larry as the type of guy to pull an Eren Jeager look until it starts to look madded. He only does this because his hair is the type to look goofy when he brushes it

He takes photos with you all the time and posts on his social media 24/7, going to 7/11? Picture. Going for a walk? Picture. He wants as much memories with you as he can get

WANTS KIDS SO BAD. His FYP is full of baby or kid videos. Occasionally there are how to parent and want to get when you're going/planning on having a baby

NSFW

Speaking of babies...Now, Larry doesn't have a breeding kink, but when you let him nut inside, he does it no hesitation. If you two one day have a baby, he'll be uninterested in nutting in you for a while

Morning fucks 100%, he loves when you're out of it

Unlike Sal, he does fuck you any and everywhere he can. He once fucked you in a change room because you wore a bra he liked

Wear makeup when you're about to suck his cock. Seeing your eyeshadow and lipstick smeared and covered in cum because of him face fucking you

Doggy style's his favorite position, he likes your ass against him

He also likes when you ride him while he's gaming or scrolling. He loves making you feel needy when he's not paying attention to you

He's skinny but packing...I promise you'll never be dissapointed

[iskinpeople]

AWH MY HEART

GIVE ME MORE DAD!SIMON

dad’s got it covered

feat. simon riley

the soft clatter of pots and pans fills the kitchen as you stir the bubbling pot of pasta sauce. the warm aroma of garlic and herbs drifts through the house, mingling with the faint sound of the tv playing in the living room. amidst it all, your toddler’s tiny voice breaks through, high-pitched and filled with excitement.

“mummy, i want the braid! the one rapunzel has!” she calls from the couch, holding a toy brush in her small hands.

you glance over your shoulder, a small smile tugging at your lips. “later, sweetheart,” you say, your voice gentle but distracted. “mummy’s making dinner right now.”

there’s a pause, and then the sound of her humming to herself, followed by the occasional soft giggle. it’s enough to make you peek out of the kitchen, curiosity getting the better of you. what you see stops you in your tracks.

simon, your husband—your hulking, stoic husband—sits on the floor behind your daughter. his large hands, so used to wielding weapons and carrying the weight of the world, now work with a surprising delicacy. he’s carefully braiding her fine hair, his expression one of focused determination. your daughter is practically glowing, a radiant grin on her face as she chatters away, oblivious to how tender the moment is.

your heart softens, warmth blooming in your chest as you lean against the doorway, watching them. simon glances up briefly, catching your eye. there’s a flicker of something in his gaze—a mixture of pride and amusement.

“you’re lucky she doesn’t want the full rapunzel treatment,” he murmurs, his deep voice laced with dry humor. “i’d need a ladder.”

you laugh softly, shaking your head. “you’re doing great, love,” you say, meaning every word.

years pass in the blink of an eye. your little girl is no longer so little, and the house feels quieter, the once-constant chaos of toddler life now replaced by the rhythm of a teenager’s world. tonight, your daughter has a party to attend. she’d asked you earlier to iron her hair, a request you’d readily agreed to.

but somewhere between the dishes and the laundry, exhaustion crept in. you’d sat down for just a moment and fallen asleep. when you wake with a start, panic surges through you. you glance at the clock, your heart sinking as you realize how much time has passed.

“oh no,” you mutter, scrambling to your feet. “her hair—”

you rush out of the room, searching for her, guilt already gnawing at you. when you find her, the sight that greets you makes you stop short.

she’s sitting in front of the vanity in her room, scrolling casually through her phone. behind her stands simon, a flat iron in one hand and a comb in the other. his movements are slow and precise as he smooths out her hair, section by section.

your daughter barely looks up from her phone, her trust in her father’s meticulousness evident. but you can see it—the care in simon’s touch, the way he handles her hair like it’s the most delicate thing in the world. his expression is the same as it was all those years ago, when he braided her hair for the first time: focused, patient, and filled with an unspoken love.

your heart melts at the sight, the guilt dissolving into something softer, sweeter. leaning against the doorway, you smile to yourself, the memory of a tiny girl and a father’s careful hands blending seamlessly with the present.

“you’re amazing, you know that?” you say softly, your voice breaking the quiet.

simon glances at you, one corner of his mouth twitching up into a faint smirk. “just don’t expect me to start charging for haircuts,” he murmurs, his voice teasing but warm.

your daughter, still focused on her phone, rolls her eyes with a groan. “dad, you’re so lame.”

you laugh quietly, your heart full to bursting. watching them, you realize some things never change—and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[iskinpeople]

Sal Fisher Headcannons

Title: ""

Genre: HEADCANNONS (NSFW & SFW)

Ship: Sal Fisher x FEM!READER

Fanart links: Photo 1 photo 2

SFW:

Sal loves having his face showered in kisses. Makes him feel less self conscious about his accident. Though, you'd have to be dating long enough to be able to do that.

Speaking of the mask! He doesn't take his mask off around you until at least one year in, now he wears it off all the time.

Once he's comfortable, he'll be all sassy towards you but he's still that sweet, soft boy we all know and love.

Sal isn't skinny, but he isn't buff either, he's in between

Play👏with👏his👏hair👏 it's his comfort.

He fell in love with you after he saw how you were with Gizmo, Larry, and his father

He once wanted to dye his hair so it wasn't just pure blue but you were there to stop him. He now loves his hair.

He lets you put his hair up, he likes to try new styles anyway.

He absolutely adored when Gizmo loved you as much as he did.

Gizmo gained weight after Sal met you (It was all the treats)

He's an ALT dresser. 100% (Link is an example I like)

He likes Rock, surprise surprise? Was it Larry's influence? Yes. 100%

NSFW:

He collects your panties when he goes over to your apartment. He leaves them laying around his room so he can look at them until you take it back. And when you do, Sal already has another pair in his pocket

He's a switch

When he sasses you out, you ride his face until he's a brainless zombie, if you sass him, he'll fuck you until you're also brainless around his cock

He's average size, maybe (6 or 7)

He loves the thought, feeling of breeding. He has a kink

He begs

He cums BUCKETS. If he cums inside you, his cum is leaking out of you like crazy. It's a non-stop flow. It's to a point you have to keep your legs lifted to keep it in there

He's a growner. AKA he moans a lot. He's pushing himself inside you? Moan. He's getting his cock sucked? Moan. Riding his face? Moan.

He's not rough but he's not gentle either

Sal doesn't like to fuck everywhere, but when you rile him up enough, he's ready to go!

His fingers are long...And he's good at using them. He blames his Super Gearboy.

He has a favorite set, please wear it during sex, turns him on even more.

[iskinpeople]

Sobbing

crying over movies

and pregnant with simon riley’s baby

the sound of your sobs cuts through the quiet of the house, sharp and raw. simon drops the knife he’s been using to chop vegetables, his heart lurching in his chest. it’s not unusual for you to cry these days—pregnancy hormones have been working overtime—but this… this is different. this is gut-wrenching, the kind of crying that makes his pulse race with worry.

he rushes into the living room, where he left you curled up on the couch watching after sun. the sight that greets him stops him in his tracks. you’re a mess, your face red and blotchy, tears streaming down your cheeks, big eyes wide and glassy as you clutch a pillow like it’s the only thing tethering you to reality.

“love?” his voice is low, calm despite the panic clawing at his chest. he crouches in front of you, his hands reaching out to cradle your face. “what’s wrong? is it the baby? are you in pain?”

you shake your head frantically, your sobs hitching as you try to speak. “n-no, it’s not—” a deep breath, and then another sob escapes. “it’s not the baby. it’s—oh my god, simon, it’s just—”

he watches you, his brows furrowed, utterly baffled. “just what?”

“the movie!” you wail, throwing your arms up dramatically. “it was so sad, simon! and—and then i started thinking about us and the baby and—and—oh my god, you’re never gonna be a single parent, okay? i’m never leaving you!”

his eyes widen at the declaration, and he blinks, stunned. “what tha—?”

“and you have to promise me, simon,” you cut him off, your voice shaky but insistent. “if something’s ever bothering you, you’re gonna tell me, right? we’re a team, and i love you so damn much, okay? you can’t ever leave me, because i’d just—” a hiccup. “i’d die without you!”

he stares at you, his lips parted slightly, trying to process the flood of emotions pouring out of you. he’s used to your mood swings by now—the tears over burnt toast, the laughter that turned into crying because of a stupid dog video—but this? this is a whole new level.

you’re still sobbing, your breaths coming in hiccupping gasps, and his heart aches in a way he doesn’t quite understand. “love, you’re gonna hyperventilate,” he mutters, sitting beside you and pulling you into his arms. you melt into him instantly, your hands clutching at his shirt as you bury your face against his chest.

“i mean it, simon,” you mumble, your voice muffled by his shirt. “i’ll never leave you. you’re stuck with me forever.”

he lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. “bloody hell, i should hope so. wouldn’t have married you otherwise, yeah?”

“and the baby,” you continue, ignoring his attempt to lighten the mood. “we’re gonna be the best parents, and—and if you ever think i’m not doing enough, you have to tell me, okay? i’ll do better. i swear.”

“sweetheart,” he says softly, leaning back so he can tilt your face up to look at him. your tear-streaked cheeks and swollen eyes might look like a disaster to anyone else, but to him, you’re still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “you’re more than enough. you’re everything. and you’re not going anywhere, yeah? we’re fine. we’re better than fine.”

your lower lip trembles, and more tears spill over. “i just—i love you so damn much, simon. you can’t ever leave me. promise me.”

he exhales, a soft huff of disbelief, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you’re unbelievable, you know that?” he mutters against your skin. “but alright. i promise. i’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. happy?”

you nod, sniffling, and wrap your arms tighter around him. “so happy.”

he holds you close, his large hands rubbing slow circles on your back as your sobs gradually quiet into soft hiccups. he’s still not entirely sure how you got from a movie to this existential meltdown, but one thing’s for sure: he wouldn’t trade this chaotic, hormonal, beautiful mess for anything.

[iskinpeople]

YAYYY GOOD FOR ME👏👏👏👏

I have a feeling Johnny would try and set up Simon with one of his friends

like

“M’ tellin ya mate yer going tae like ‘er,” Johnny teased, bounding a couple steps in front of Simon, turning back to him and rocking back and forth on his heels, hands shoved into his pockets to protect them from the cold. As Price often quipped, the 'scott can't stand still for the life of him.'

“Mhm,” Simon just grumbled in response.

“See mate, That’s the attitude that scares all the girls away.” Johnny commented, hands outstretched and exaggerated.

“Whatever.” Simon huffed, shaking his head. Johnny wasn’t wrong, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d done anything with a girl that wasn’t a quick lay, and even then it had been months, not to mention going out on a proper date. Well, a date was a stretch, you were Johnny’s close friend for a couple years. He had heard of you, but never met you and now Johnny was insisting that he go on a date with you because he was convinced it was going to work well, Simon wasn’t convinced in the slightest.

“She’s real nice though- so put away the tough guy act big man- girls don’t like that.” Simon couldn’t believe he was getting dating advice from his sergeant, so he just doubled down and kept scowling but Johnny kept pressing. “I'm telling you she's a real sweet girl, kinda lass who would try tae make a crying baby laugh on the tube or go and feed some mangy stray dog, perfect for a prickly bastard like yerself.”

“Okay okay, Jesus. ’s not like ’m going to scare ‘er off on purpose.” Simon relented 

“You better not, gettin' laid might do ya' some good man, calm yer ass down a wee bit” Johnny chuckled

Simon would have yelled at him for that comment but his friend cut him off, “‘Kay we’re ‘ere,” Johnny chirped, “Gaz and his girl should be inside already and she’ll be ‘ere soon,” Johnny said, pushing his Lt. through the pub door.

Johnny had invited Kyle and his girlfriend for a kind of double date situation because he thought having another girl there would help you feel more comfortable, something Simon couldn’t argue with. Why Johnny’s single ass would be attending was a mystery.

and he's been playing both sides

“Ya like serious guys right?” Johnny had asked you out of the blue, a week or so prior while hanging out at your flat.

“Uh yeah sure? I mean I guess so, more than immature assholes like you.” You had joked back across the small kitchen.

“Well,” He had began, unphased by your teasing, “There’s this guy I work with-”

“Don’t even.” you cut him off

“Wha'?!” he whined

“Don’t try and set me up with one of your military bros,” you warned, “I’m not interested.”

“Jus' 'cause yer last dates 'ave been busts doesnae mean you shouldn't keep tryin’,” He pleaded, catching the sponge you threw at him, “He’s a real good guy, kinda intimidating but you’d like him, promise!”

You glared at him before going back and forth, Johnny was really trying to sell this guy, and he wasn’t wrong, your last three dates had been nothing short of disasters. So, after lots of pleading -and a couple tasteful photos from them at the gym- you agreed. So as you walked closer and closer to the pub, your nerves were buzzing. Just gotta get past his tough exterior is all, Johnny’s words of advice rang through your head. Thankfully he had invited another one of his friends there along with his girlfriend, you would have been hyperventilating if it was just going to be you and some guys. As you reached for the door, you could only hope Johnny was right about this guy.

So, who would be surprised when it actually works out, when Simon actually falls in love with you and your sweet smile at first site. When you find his corny and sometimes morbid jokes genuinely funny, having to cough around your drink to prevent spitting it out.

Johnny's just happy Simon might finally chill out, and he won't have to listen to you complain about failed dates every other week.

[iskinpeople]

AAA

slobbering over simon's riley cock, laying across his tensed, trembling muscles of thighs with your breasts flattened, face buried in the coarse spill of fine curls at his groin, growing where they turn wet from your drool and precome that spills down your lips, stretched open around the swollen root of his girth, dribbling with pearly, glistening drops, as you mouth at his sensitive skin, webbed with protruding veins.

you swallow him down your inviting throat, down to the full, round balls of him as his weeping cockhead nudges at the gummy insides of your mouth, where you swirl your tongue around, gathering the oozing precome that floods in your mouth, making your throat bob, as you relax, skimming your curling tongue against the underside of his swelling, throbbing girth, laving up and sucking.

hand heavy at the top of your head, not nudging, but just holding, a touch of simon's while he tries to anchor himself, head tilted back against the plush pillows, drowning in them with a guttural growls that tumbles from his throat, vibrating through his heaving, expanding chest, every nerve alight with almost liquid, blazing heat that sear beneath his navel, his leaking, engorged cock spasming along the engulfing, convulsing heat of your mouth.

just as your pussy, his calloused palm cupping from beneath your plump ass, long, scarred fingers stuffed in where you drip with viscous want, spreading, rubbing from between your fluttering folds, steadily, sweeping his fingers over the puffy flesh, before dipping against your sensitive lips, parting around his fingers with nothing but oozing slick, as he reaches his crooking digits to your soppy, hungry hole.

sucking wet around his fingers, becoming pruney at the calloused tips, as simon thrusts in with wet, squelching shlicks, movements uncoordinated and sloppy, smearing your slick over your folds and his knuckles, tapping in against your spongy, gooey spot that makes your toes flex with a vibrating, garbled keen from around his pulsing, spilling cock, as you swallow spurt after spurt of his thick, hot cum.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[iskinpeople]

YES

Ghost is so petty to me. You tell him he can't cum inside of you once (because you have an important meeting and the last thing you need is to feel him leaking out of you while your boss talks about strategic goals for this fiscal year), and so he spends the next month using nothing but condoms or finishing on your face, back, belly just to piss you off.

Ignores you each time you whine for him to just finish inside of you with a mocking little but you told me not to, pet. M'jus' doin' what I was told and fills the condom instead. Spends next day fucking you until the box is empty, taunting you with each one he ties off and drops on the bed beside your head for you to see. To whine about. Turns you on your belly when you've grovelled enough, forcing you to see all the used condoms scattered around (that coulda been fillin' you up, birdie) as he fucks you until you apologise to him properly and then finally gives your "reward."

[iskinpeople]

I will be posting Sal, Larry, and Ash's headcannons through out the weekend, Friday Sal, Saturday Larry, and Sunday Ash

YIPPIE

[iskinpeople]

I wish he was my hubby🤕 (I'm delusional)

some husband material headcanons with simon riley

late-night garage dances are his quiet way of loving you. when the house is quiet and you’re both waiting for your daughter to get home from a party, he’ll pull you into a slow dance. he doesn’t say much, just rests his chin on your head as the two of you sway to soft music in the dim light.

if you’re too tired to shower, he’ll gently coax you into letting him wash your hair. his hands are rough but so careful, massaging your scalp in a way that makes your shoulders relax instantly.

when you’re at the beach, you trace your name on his back with sunscreen, leaving the rest bare. later, when the tan sets in and your name is etched on his skin, he looks at it in the mirror and smirks. he loves the quiet claim you have on him, even if he pretends to roll his eyes when you point it out.

simon takes his time applying sunscreen to you at the beach, even though he could be quick about it. he’s meticulous, rubbing it in gently over your shoulders and back, making sure you don’t miss a spot. “can’t have you burning, love,” he says softly. he always uses it as an excuse to trail his fingers along your skin, a subtle moment of affection.

he’s big on touch, even if he doesn’t always initiate it. his favorite moments are when you lay your head on his chest at night and trace the scars on his arms. he doesn’t always talk about them, but he likes the way you don’t shy away from them either.

he’s the kind of dad who stays up until he hears the door click after a late night out. he’ll mutter about the time under his breath, but he softens immediately when your daughter leans in to give him a quick hug before heading to bed.

if he hears you sigh in frustration while cooking or doing something around the house, he’ll quietly walk over, take whatever you’re holding, and finish the job without a word.

he doesn’t say it often, but he loves being domestic with you. folding laundry, fixing things around the house, or even grocery shopping together is calming for him.

simon keeps a picture of the two of you tucked in his wallet—a candid photo of you laughing. when he’s away, he takes it out to remind himself what’s waiting for him back home.

he’ll let you put ridiculous face masks on him during a lazy evening, even though he grumbles about it. “this better not make me smell like a bloody fruit salad,” he mutters, but he stays still for you.

he’s terrible at hiding his smile when he hears you laugh. even in the most mundane moments, your happiness is his favorite sound.

sometimes, he’ll sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and sway you gently to a song only he can hear.

if your child ever talks back to you or says something disrespectful, simon doesn’t let it slide for a second. his voice is calm but firm as he says, “that’s your mum you’re speaking to. apologize—now.” he rarely raises his voice, but the weight behind his words is enough to make them realize they’ve crossed a line. later, he’ll sit down with them, explaining why respect is non-negotiable. “she does everything for us. you don’t ever treat her like that, understood?”

when you have surgery, simon steps into full caregiver mode, even though it’s not something he’s entirely used to. he carefully helps you into the bath, always making sure you’re comfortable and secure. his touch is gentle as he washes you, murmuring, “tell me if anything hurts.”

he dries your hair after the bath, combing it slowly so it doesn’t tangle. “you’re still as gorgeous as ever,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

he insists on carrying you to bed, even if you tell him you can walk. “don’t argue with me, love. you’re meant to rest.” he tucks you in, makes sure you have everything you need, and stays close by in case you need him during the night.

simon takes every opportunity to teach your child the importance of kindness, especially toward you. he models this by being gentle with you, always showing them how love and respect are expressed.

he’s a firm dad, but never unfair. when he has to scold your child, he always makes sure they understand why their behavior was wrong, but he’s quick to reassure them that he loves them no matter what.

during your recovery from surgery, simon takes over all the household duties. he’s not a great cook, but he’ll follow recipes to the letter to make sure you’re well-fed. when something doesn’t turn out quite right, he mutters, “bloody hell,” but doesn’t stop trying.

[iskinpeople]

I bet he'd wanna die

Simon gets frustrated that his dick won't get hard after drinking too much.

He's got you straddling his lap and nibbling on his jaw, grinding down on him. You're half dressed, letting his hand snake down the back of your underwear to play with your ass.

Your moans are killing him. The needy rocking you're doing making him want to shove you down and leave your ass filled.

His cock? His cock won't rise. He didn't know you'd be coming over. He drank one too many bourbons. Now he's got to listen to you cum on his fingers while he waits out the alcohol.

[iskinpeople]

I'll be posting the Sally Face headcannons through out the weekend because I have a 3 day weekend!

Friday: Sal (LOVE HIM SO MUCH UGHH)

Saturday: Larry

Sunday: Ash

You'll also probably wonder why I didn't add Todd– Because he's taken and gay, go him!

[iskinpeople]

Ashley (Ash) SFW