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10 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙚

📌 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣

Haven Holidays is a chain of holiday parks in the United Kingdom - we staycay! It operates self catering static caravan holiday parks with many also including touring and camping facilities. The company operates 41 sites in the UK in mostly coastal locations.w

📌 𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝

A modern facility in Louth. They have a gym, steam room, sauna, exercise activities plus a swimming pool and more. This photo is from one of their toddler groups.

📌 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙈𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙚

The paddling pool at Queens Park, also known as Mablethorpe Splash Park, is free for all visitors and is one of the most popular amenities at the boating lake.

📌 𝙎𝙠𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝘼𝙦𝙪𝙖��𝙞𝙪𝙢

Seafront aquarium offering a range of fish tanks, educational exhibits and marine wildlife encounters.

📌 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙎𝙠𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨

The traditional home of the great British seaside holiday, Skegness is famed for its bright lights, Blue Flag beach and nostalgic amusements. Here the kids can discover all the classics; donkey rides, arcades & candyfloss on the promenade.

📌 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙

A theme park in Nottinghamshire, on the Yorkshire border, designed for the under 10's. It's a great value, fun family day out!

📌 𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠

Located next to Grimsby Leisure centre. As well as offering general skating sessions they also offer skating lessons, figure skating and ice hockey

📌 𝙒𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝘾𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙚

Dinothorpe exhibition is awesome - confined in a small and covered area is a collection of moving and roaring Dinosaur models.

📌 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙇𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙙

For those seeking an active lifestyle, Tallington Lakes is perfect, offering fantastic on-site sporting and leisure facilities to enjoy all year round: On the lake – water skiing, wakeboarding, windsurfing, sailing, jet-skiing, paddleboarding and canoeing.

📌 𝘾𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙢

Located in East Lindsey is a 200-acre reservoir and treatment works constructed between 1963 and 1978. There's water sports available and a lovely walk too.

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luminousbeings-crudematter · 1 year

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Alford Plea

EPILOGUE - Life Sentence

PAIRING: Chef! Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

WARNINGS: it’s nasty, it’s in the kitchen, Simon’s a dick, Reader’s a dick and this is some next level self-insertion. 18+ only.

4 part series + 1 "epilogue", all written, updates every Sat

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Epilogue

Alford Plea: A guilty plea containing a protestation of innocence.

Where you knew that fucking your boss could not possibly end well, but you did it anyway, because what else were you going to do? Not fuck him?

THEN

He wants to kiss you.

For what feels like the thousandth time that night, Simon Riley finds his attention inadvertently drawn to his chef de partie, and it’s getting ridiculous. Embarrassing. Reckless.

He finds that his eyes linger on the soft lines bracketing your mouth when you smile widely, genuinely, the way you lean forward to hear the bartender over the chaos of the bar, the way it makes your skirt ride up on the backs on your thighs. How, whatever you say makes the bartender giggle and soon, you’re almost hanging across the bar, your heads close together in an intense conversation like you’re best friends plotting the end of the world.

Simon’s attention is dragged away from you and back to the table, and from that point forward, the evening turns raucous. Though most of the staff are supposed to be back at work bright and early the next morning, the mood is relaxed and the alcohol is free-flowing and discounted.

But his eyes never drift too far from you. Fuck, he wants to kiss you, and it’s making him think stupid thoughts.

He watches you, trying to think of the right combination of words to say to you that will make you open to him the way you’ve opened up to the rest of them. Simon’s sure of what he wants but he’s in dire need of the courage for it. There’s a power differential, he’s your employer, and you’ve finally started to get along with him.

Well. You’re not at each other’s throats all the time now.

He looks down at his drink at the sobering thought and hums noncommittally at the tale Soap’s regalling, but when he looks back up, you’re sitting on a bar stool by yourself, looking down at your phone. Now there’s an opportunity, he thinks to himself, as he stands up and gives the table a vague story about getting a refill.

When he’s at the bar, he has barely a second before you use one gorgeous, bare leg to hook around a bar stool and pull it closer to you. Your eyes are mischievous, he thinks, bright and shiny and fucking gorgeous, and maybe…maybe he’ll just stay with you for a drink. Check on you, see how you’re settling in at work. That’s all. He’s your employer, you’ve both been drinking, you’re both rota’d on for work tomorrow…the whole thing would be too awkward. A bad idea, if he’s ever had one.

But then you throw a roguish grin at him and what he’s wanted all along—to kiss you? With one smile, you’ve just changed it—you’ve just turned it into a language in his head.

____

You’re funny, he realises. In fact, there’s so many things about you that he’s never noticed while you’ve been at work, while he’s been too busy barking orders at you or throwing specs at you or breathing down your neck while you’re plating up. You’re funny and dorky and your smile is…kind of perfect.

And tonight, you’re different with him. You’re relaxed and the alcohol’s made you bolder and—God help him—you’re flirting with Simon. You’re laughing and teasing and taunting him, and you’re not too far gone, but you are just tipsy enough to miss when Simon casually switches to drinking water instead.

It feels like only moments later, so lost you are in each other, that it’s last calls at the bar—the two of you have long since given up on the rest of the staff—and you’re grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers, and pushing him into a taxi before you stumble in yourself.

You’re laughing with him, at him, and it feels like the easiest thing in the world. Simon is a mess of instinct and adrenaline and the rush of discovering this new side to you—they all blend together in his mind and his body, and he doesn’t ever ever want it to stop. So he’s pleasantly surprised when you grab his face, still babbling, still so sassy and you’re about to kiss him, you practically pounce on him but—

“No making sex in my taxi!”

The speed with which you retreat from Simon leaves him stunned for a second, breathless and when his eyes blink open, your eyes are bright, mischief making the corners of your eyes crease, and you’re using both your hands to stifle the laugh that bubbles in your throat.

Simon laughs and leans back against the seat. “Alright mate, no making sex in your taxi,” he calls out to the driver. He turns to you with mock seriousness, trying very hard to hide a smile of his own. “No making sex.”

“In his taxi,” you murmur, looking straight at him, and fuck. You say it like a promise.

“In his taxi,” Simon repeats, dumbstruck. There is no ground under his feet, and free-falling has never felt so effortless.

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You’re still giggling uncontrollably, saying…something, struggling with your keys, still failing to open the door to your flat, and Simon finds his arms reaching towards you, almost of their own accord. He turns you to face him, one hand cradling your face. His other arm hesitates, then hovers, then settles over your waist, naturally moulding to your contours and lines, and you take one step closer to him. Into him.

Simon doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol in your system making you loose and pliant and so fucking warm, but he finds that he doesn’t care. For what feels like the first time in hours, you’ve shut up. You’re not giggling or recounting stories or teasing him. No, you’re doing that thing that women do that drive men like Simon insane. You’re alternating between looking at his eyes and his lips. Waiting for him to make the first move. You lick your own chapped lips, and this is it, Simon thinks. He’s going to kiss you now, and nothing about your relationship will ever be the same. He finds the thought scary, unsettling…but all doubt dissipates like tendrils of smoke when he finds that your eyes close and you lean forward all the same.

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NOW

You’re wriggling against Simon, trying to get comfortable, but he only grunts, and his arm tightens in response against your chest. The unconscious action makes you smile and blush. Like a moron.

You’d ended up napping on the floor after the night’s…activities, and you’ve got your back to his chest while his back leans against the legs of the deep fat fryer. Simon’s been kind enough to put his whites down under the two of you, so you have the particular privilege of leaning against his bare chest.

And it’s…nice. Comforting.

The moment’s ruined with the blaring sound of your alarm going off on your phone—it startles you and you curse out loud as you try to shut it off. He moans in his sleep and you freeze, a quiet whisper of fucking shit leaving you anyway, before he settles. You’re just starting to relax against him when his arm squeezes around you again, and warm breath is at your neck.

“You are the noisiest woman I know,” he murmurs and kisses your neck slowly. Gentle kisses, open-mouthed and slow, so you can relish in the feeling of his hot breath on your skin. He takes his time and all rational thought flees your brain as you relax into it, moaning softly, making his arm tighten around you some more.

He flips you around slowly, deliberately, giving you the opportunity to refuse him, but his mouth stays blessedly on your skin through it so the thought of protestation doesn’t even enter your mind. When you’re finally facing him, your first thought is how the streak of early morning sunlight entering the kitchen lights up the brown of his eyes, making them look like the exact shade of honey you prefer in your tea.

“You didn’t mind that so much last night, Chef.”

“Noisy,” he whispers against the skin of your jaw. “Infuriating and fucking pretty and talented, bratty and loud and…” Your loud gasp at his audacity only makes him laugh and he draws you closer to kiss you. He kisses you with all of the previous night’s passion and then some, and you’re particularly enjoying the way his hand moves down your spine, settling on your ass.

“You didn’t mind,” you remind him against his lips. “In fact, I remember you wanting me to be louder, wanting me to say your name when you were inside me…didn’t you, Simon?”

He groans into your kiss and you gasp when he smacks your ass, then squeezes it. “Infuriating,” he repeats without any real heat behind his words.

“Yeah. I think you liked how loud I was…think you liked it the other night too…”

“And I’ll love it tonight.”

That stops you in your tracks. “Tonight? You’re awfully optimistic about getting laid again.”

“Yeah.” It’s all he says, before he’s kissing you again. The man is not not arrogant a day in his life, and you find that it suits you just fine.

“We should probably get out of here,” you whisper. “Let’s go home, I’ll make some breakfast. We have to be back here in…” you groan as you note the time, “..two hours.”

Simon pauses slightly and laces your fingers between his. “You don’t want to talk about this?”

“Do you?”

“You work for me. And fraternising with—”

“Fraternizing?” You can’t help but laugh at him, and you really have to bite it back when he glares at you. “Sorry.”

Another smack to your ass for the cheek you’re giving him. “Just for that, I’m putting you on the rota for the next two Sundays.” He swallows. “You’re being easier than I thought you’d be. This is easier than I thought it’d be.”

“I work for you. You’re my boss, I’m a woman, and if people find out, it’s not going to look good.” You push his hair back from his face and bring your lips against his again. “But, I still want this. Do you?”

The sound that leaves him is pure disbelief, but he kisses you anyway. It goes on for a while, and you’re left gasping against his mouth when he rearranges you to sit right on top of dick. His dick which is definitely, ahem, awake, twitching against your clothed crotch. When his mouth moves to your ear, you hold your breath in anticipation. “I like crème fraîche in m’scrambled eggs.”

“You’re a bastard,” you gasp, quickly undoing his trousers and seating yourself on him in record time and, oh. Oh. He’s deliciously hard inside you. The shocked noise that leaves his throat makes you gush between your legs and he is instantly fucking up into you, just like he’s discovered you like. “Such a bastard, Simon,” you moan.

“You like it though,” he huffs. “Know y’do. The whole neighbourhood knows you like this.” His words are casual, but he’s fucking you in earnest now, one arm holding you in place, while the other caresses the back of your hair. “Know what this sweet cunt likes, pretty.”

“Fuck…”

“Know how you l-like to be fucked. Gonna make y’come, just like this.”

The words make you blink your eyes open and look at him. He’s beautiful like this, his eyes warm and affectionate despite the intimacy of what you’re doing, despite how dirty this whole thing is. “Feels so good, sweet girl. You want t’come on my cock, love?”

“Simon,” you gasp in response. There’s a small, delicate spot inside you, and he hits it, nails it, over and over and over, making you feel like this is how you’ll lose your mind.

“Such a bratty fuckin’ attitude, so confident and sexy in m’kitchen, but you like being bossed around, don’t you? Like bein’ told what to do.”

“Simon,” you whimper, and it’s the only word you know how to say any more. Your helplessness seems to encourage him, spur him on, and he bites your neck. He doesn’t apply any real pressure, and his tongue instantly salves over where his teeth were to soothe your skin, but it’s enough for you. It’s more than enough for you, and you cry out, clenching over his cock. His rhythm falters and the sound he makes ends up sounding like he’s straddling the line between heaven and hell right now.

“Gonna make a mess of’y’love,” he moans. “Gonna come so deep, gonna stuff you full. And you’ll keep me inside you, won’t you?” You’re groaning a yes, please, yes Simon please before he’s even done asking you. It doesn’t take too long after that, and with a half-shout, Simon’s coming deep inside you. He thrusts into you through it, pushing it all deep inside you while he shudders and shivers through the aftershocks.

You lie back down on his chest, trying to calm your breathing but watch as he tilts his head up to the ceiling, mouthing a silent fuck. A small, satisfied smile breaks out on your face and you close your eyes, but they fly open at his blurted words.

“I want t’keep doing this.”

“I–yeah, me too.”

Simon’s eyes dart around the kitchen quickly, as though suddenly realising where the two of you were. “I want to see where this can go. But. I dont want y’to feel like I’m takin’ advantage—”

You grab his hand and bring it down to your pussy where you’re dripping. Almost instantly, like it’s a reflex, he starts to toy with your clit and you jerk from the stimulation.

“Shut up,” you moan. “Take advantage whenever you like.”

“Dirty girl,” he grits out, and uses two fingers to gather his come and shove it back into you. Your eyes fly open at the action and you choke. “Y’want this?”

“Mmhm, yeah I want this.”

You don’t realise it at that moment, but you’ve both started a chain of events from which there is no going back, for the both of you.

You don’t realise it but six months from this exact moment—when Simon proposes, in this very kitchen, by this very deep fat fryer—you’ll think back to this. You’ll think about how all your life, you thought you knew what sex was, what love was, and the difference between the two.

“Still gonna ride your ass for your limp salads and burnt roux, Chef.”

“Good,” you say, grinning. “And I’m still gonna make a better ragu than you, Chef.”

Simon scoffs in that patented way that is so Simon, and you can’t help but grin wider. “Gonna make you work three Sundays, love.”

“Yes, Chef,” you murmur, and kiss him again.

And there it is. That’s what you’ve begun. Sex and love and Simon—they’re all about to become the same to you.

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A/N: And that's it folks! Thank you SO MUCH for all the support and the enthusiasm and all the love you've given this series, my pussy is humbled by it all 💕

Alford Plea is officially "complete" (i.e., i've written everything that I originally planned) but I'll pop in with a few drabbles or outtakes, now and then. My request box is also open, so if there's something in particular you want to see...maybe we can make some 💫magic💫 happen?

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost smut #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 ghost #simon riley smut #Chef! Simon Ghost Riley #Alford Plea #fluff #ghost fluff #lumi writes

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