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[angelatsumu]

bedtime with olderboyfriend!simon <3

thinking of older!boyfriend!simon who says “lights off” before turning off your nightstand and leaving you to scroll endlessly on your phone in the dark. he thinks it’s an indicator that you should be going to bed, but once he’s rolled over he can still hear the incessant tapping of your fingernails scrolling through each video and image on your feed. he clears his throat, hoping you’d get the hint. when he hears the clatter of nails again, he grunts at you. “phones off too, pup. y’know damn well it’s jus’ gonna ruin your sleep,” he huffs matter-of-factly, and you whine a little protest before conceding. you place your phone down next to your lover’s and curl up under the covers beside him.

[the-literary-legacy]

God forbid you are the Uber driver of Lovesick/Stalker!Ghost...

You could be bored out of your mind or busy as a bee when suddenly you get a notification of a customer needing to go somewhere.

What kind of name is Ghost?..

The second you pull up to the curb to pick up this man, his eyes are glued to you like a deer in headlights.

You stare back at him for a hot moment before ripping your eyes away and forcing yourself to drive.

A few minutes in, he starts talking; asking you nearly everything there is to ask.. From your favorite color to your love life, he leaves almost so question unasked.

Another few minutes in, his hand finds its way to your thigh.

Oh, dear.. Is he trying to-

Your thoughts are cut off when you realize you've arrived. Your heart is beating like crazy as you slowly come to a stop and laugh nervously, gently nudging his hand away.

"We're here.."

He seems almost reluctant, but he gets out without a fuss. As you drove off, you could swear you felt his gaze on you even as you got out of sight.

It would be a coincidence that he just happened to stop by your workplace every few days, his eyes on you again, that same unreadable look hidden behind his mask.

You're so naive to only believe he was stalking you the day he broke in during the night and stood over you while you looked up at him in confusion and terror.

To be continued..

Part 2

[crappy-cat-the-tabby-cat]

BABYGIRL IS HERE

I NEVER THOUGHT I'D GET THIS FAR INTO THE BINGE I'M SO HYPED ASDFGHJKL

[grave-robber-grim]

i missed you bro

Aww that's rather sweet of you. I dunno if you meant today when I wasn't online or in general but oh well. I missed you too, Simon :]

[qualia-grey]

girl what the fuck was that. i had a heart attack. i lost hope in love. they really made us wait till the last FIVE MINUTES to make it happen.

[leaskisses444]

LEA

DA LI DA

POCNEM MANIFESTIRAT OLEKSIIJA

POCNI OMG

no risk no story ali uuu znaci sve me zanima u vezi tvog love lifea (izvini, takva sam)

ja trenutno nemam nikog (smrc smrc) a sa onim gitaristom (a i bubnjarom) cu da se vidim tek u maju :'(

(btw danas sam narucila cevape samo da se zna ☝️ i to s kolodvora aha )

[oh2e]

I care so much about Simon Lewis. He’s good and kind and funny and loyal and despite everything never loses that. He’s also allowed to get angry and jealous and afraid and lash out. He’s so tenderly human and doesn’t deserve all the things that happen to him.

[thealtofvalleyxdoodles]

just sone bloke???? NAW BABY THATS MY HUBBY

just some bloke…

[angelatsumu]

thinking of husband!simon who can't get enough of making you cum. nsfw under the cut. | husband!simon, overstimulation (kinda), fingering

“surely you can give me another, lovie” your husband taunts you, eyes peering at your reflection in the mirror. he’s got your legs spread for him, trapped under his own legs as his fingers—middle and ring—find themselves curled deep within your cunt. he’s smirking at you teasingly while your head’s rested against his shoulder. normally he hates when your eyes break contact with his, but today he allows your brief reprieve from his gaze because he’s feeling generous. truthfully speaking, he knows he’ll be asking for ‘just one more’ at least two more times before you’re boneless before him. your lover curls his fingers along the spongy cushion buried within your walls, prodding the soft material with a coy grin splayed across his features. his eyes are sharp as he watches your hips wriggle against the assault in a weak attempt to free yourself. he’s feeling generous, so he lets that silly little action go unpunished. he figures he’ll tax you for each offense; give him one more for his troubles, sweet girl. you whine at the intoxicating thrusts of his digits against you, body overheating as the coil within your abdomen winds tight. the sounds of your squelching cunt makes your cheeks heat with embarrassment, only worsened with the teasing lilt of your husband’s filthy words in your ear. “doin’ so good for me, sweet girl. ‘s almost too much isn’t it, baby?” he sounds like pure sin, panting as though the sheer feel of your cunt squeezing his fingers would do him in. you both know it would; your lover could cum with the sheer feel of your cunt spasming around his tongue, let alone his fingers. he’s hard against your ass, and each wiggle and writhe of your sweet hips making him grunt deeply against your skin. the tightening in your cunt alongside the soft moans of his name let your lover know you’re so close to the edge, so close that you can practically already taste it. he knows, and he makes sure you reach that peak quicker by circling your hard, throbbing clit with his thumb. “oh, sweet girl,” your husband coos at you as your orgasms crests, leaving you trembling in his grasp. Simon’s a bit cruel with the way he thrusts his fingers harder against that sweet spot while spewing filthily in your ear. it’s too much, always too much when he’s this sexy and all yours before him. as you ride out your orgasm, he coaxes you into rocking your hips against his thick fingers. “ride my hand baby, watch yourself ride my fuckin’ hand,” he moans in your ear, free hand gripping your jaw and forcing your gaze to your reflection in the mirror. the sight is enough to have your cunt squeezing his fingers so tight he could barely move, huffs and whines slipping from your pretty lips while he continues his assault on your overstimulated cunt. “please, Si” you whimper with warmed cheeks, eyes pleadingly looking into his own. he lets out a gruff groan, relishing in the tears that speckle your lash line. “just one more,”he lies to you, and you whimper softly knowing it’d be far more than one before you were done.

a/n: rbs + likes greatly appreciated. also, taking requests. also also, if you'd like the insanely long (and kinda fanon/self-indulgent) oneshot i wrote for halloween!simon, lmk

[the-literary-legacy]

Driven Obsession

Part 1 | Part 2 Masterlist

TW: Abduction and Confinement, Non-Consensual Behavior: Themes of control disguised as care, including physical and emotional manipulation, Gaslighting, Psychological Abuse, Stalking/Surveillance, Threats of Violence, Dissociation/Helplessness. THERE IS NOTHING SEXUAL IN THIS PIECE OF WRITING.

Part Three: The Cracks in the Mask

You woke to the sound of soft humming, a deep, resonant melody that seemed to vibrate through the room. At first, you thought you might still be dreaming, but the cold weight of the chains around your wrists quickly shattered that illusion.

Ghost was seated in the corner, methodically cleaning a knife. The tilt of his masked head and the rhythmic movements of his hands were almost hypnotic. He didn’t seem to notice you stirring, but the sight of him was enough to send a chill down your spine.

“You’re awake,” he said, his voice breaking the silence with a disarming calm. He didn’t look up as he spoke, his focus remaining on the blade. “I’ve been waiting for you to come around. You need your rest.”

You hesitated, the words catching in your throat before finally forcing them out. “I want to go home.”

That made him pause. Slowly, he set the knife down and turned to you, his dark eyes studying you through the mask. “You are home,” he said softly, as though the statement were undeniable. “You just don’t see it yet. But you will.”

When he approached, you instinctively flinched, but his touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. “I know you’re scared,” he murmured. “It’s natural. But everything I’ve done- everything I do.. is for you. One day, you’ll understand that.”

His words settled over you like a heavy fog, their weight suffocating. Despite his soft tone, there was an unyielding conviction behind them, as though he truly believed he was saving you, protecting you, even as he kept you bound and trapped.

The days that followed blurred together, a monotonous rhythm of enforced care and his constant, watchful presence. Every move he made seemed calculated, from the way he adjusted the cameras to the meals he prepared with surprising care. Yet, cracks in his demeanor began to show.

You noticed the way his hands sometimes trembled when he thought you weren’t looking, or how his voice would waver, just barely, when he spoke about your future together. Once, you caught him staring at the locked drawer in the corner of the room, his posture tense as though guarding a secret.

It was during one of those moments of silence that you decided to test him. Leaning to the nearest camera, you stared directly into the lens. “Is this what you wanted?” you asked, your voice steady despite the fear bubbling beneath the surface. “To keep me like this? Do you really think this will make me love you?”

The words hung in the air like a challenge. Moments later, the door opened, and Ghost stepped in. His movements were slow, deliberate, but the tension in his frame betrayed his frustration.

“Don’t say things like that,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “I don’t expect you to understand.. not yet. But I’m not the villain you think I am.”

You met his gaze, trying to suppress the tremor in your voice. “This isn’t love. Love doesn’t look like this. It doesn’t chain people down.”

He flinched, just barely, and for a fleeting moment, you thought you saw something in his eyes.. A flicker of doubt. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by his familiar, unwavering conviction.

“You’ll see,” he said, almost pleading now. “I’m doing this for us. For you. I can’t let you hurt yourself by running.”

That night, as his breathing slowed into what you hoped was sleep, you made your move. The pin you’d hidden earlier felt small and fragile in your trembling hands as you worked it into the lock. Each tiny click was a thunderclap in the silent room, but finally, the chain fell away.

You crept toward the door, every step feeling like a gamble, your pulse pounding in your ears. Your fingers brushed the doorknob just as his voice cut through the darkness.

“Where are you going?”

You froze, turning slowly to see him standing in the shadows, his face unmasked. His expression wasn’t angry, but it was unbearably calm, his eyes shining with a mix of hurt and determination.

“I told you,” he said gently, taking a step closer. “You’re safe here. There’s nothing out there for you! No one who’ll care for you the way I do.”

For the first time, you saw his face fully, and the intensity of his gaze rooted you in place. His voice softened further, almost tender now. “Let me prove it to you. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

To be continued?..

[leaskisses444]

luka mi je upravo reko nazdravlje kad sam kihnula 😍😍😍😍😍😍🤪🤪😘😘😘🥰😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😵😵😵😵

ISO MIKIIIIII 🤭🤭🤭🤭👏👏👏👏😉😉😉

(nazdravlje btw!!!!)

[sweetpascal]

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 🥹🥹🥹

because that is exactly what he would do <3

simon riley sending you a picture every time he’s drinking a cup of tea to prove to you that he’s winding down :((

simon 💕

m’takin a break. don’t worry, doll.

[oh2e]

It doesn’t matter how many times I read City of Heavenly Fire the end always makes me cry.

Simon is so good, so kind, and only there because he loves Clary and yet he is the one who suffers the most. In the end he doesn’t even know it but he does. He loses his best friend, and Luke who is almost a father to him as well as Clary, and his girlfriend, and his sire and all the other friends he made along the way. He can’t even mourn Jordan because he doesn’t know who Jordan is. It’s so so cruel, the choice they’re given. And Simon goes willingly. He doesn’t even get to hug Clary goodbye.

[soapcloth]

neighbour!Ghost x reader

Consistently tossing a polite little ‘good morning’ to your scary neighbour when you cross paths on your way out of the house, and every single time you’re rewarded with no more than a noncommittal grunt passing his notched lips or a level stare and a flick of his cigarette, something making it clear he’s not all too pleased with the social interaction.

One day, you decide you’re pestering him too much and just stop. 

Walking past him with your head low, he has the audacity to whistle at you like he's calling for a pet- and it works. 

He looks inconvenienced, his gaze accusing you of something along the lines of ‘-how dare you disturb the morning routine you've gotten me accustomed to.’ and indeed you did, making him feel surprisingly unsettled- another one of the tethering anchor points he relies on snapping and flying away within seconds, regardless of how inconsequential a gesture it had seemed to you. 

“You forgetting something?” he grumbled in a tone that would surely leave someone else wondering if you owe the dubious-looking man with a balaclava hitched up over his nose an unresolved debt.

you don't skip the greeting next time.

[angelatsumu]

I just think olderboyfriend!simon would claim to hate TikTok and how you scroll before bed, but somehow he’s got you nestled into his chest giving him a clear view of your for you page, and he’s just commenting on each video things like

‘don’t think that’s a true story but I guess I’ll allow it’

‘wonder where he gets his gear from, been lookin’ for more bike gear’

‘who would want obsessed girl whispering, just get a girlfriend’

and when you attempt to scroll through a video he was enjoying he actively boos you and pouts until you go back and let him finish.

“Si, you’re becoming an iPad baby” you retort when he pouts about not having enough screen time before bed, and he scoffs at you with a playful spank to your ass.

[the-literary-legacy]

Driven Obsession

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Masterlist TW: Kidnapping and Ghost being narcissistic and controlling. THERE IS NOTHING SEXUAL IN THIS PIECE OF WRITING.

Also, I made Ghost a little clueless in this part lol

Ghost loomed over you, his imposing figure casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the room. His head tilted slightly, curiosity gleaming in his eyes as he registered the fear etched across your face.

"Scared?" he murmured, almost amused. Why would you be scared of your future husband?

When you screamed, his lips twitched beneath the mask. Was that a smile?.

"Oh, how silly."

You hadn't run, after all. Clearly, in his mind, that meant you wanted to go with him. So why the struggle now? Your kicks, scratches, and frantic resistance seemed to puzzle him.

"Ah," he said softly, almost like he was reassuring himself, "What a strange love language."

But his patience had its limits. His grip tightened. Not enough to harm, of course, not truly. He wouldn't dream of hurting you... Unless it was necessary.

"Careful," he warned, voice darkening for just a moment. "Don’t make me hurt you by accident."

By the time you were unconscious, your screams had faded into silence, and your fight burned out. Twenty minutes. He’d counted.

"What a spirited little thing," he mused, almost fondly, as he adjusted your unconscious form.

When you woke, the room was unfamiliar. Luxurious but suffocatingly so. Velvet drapes, plush furniture, soft lighting that somehow felt too intimate. A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes landed on the steel chains binding you to the ornate bed.

Did he… do all this? For me?

But the warmth of your surroundings was nothing compared to the icy dread that seized you when you spotted them.. Cameras. Dozens of them, mounted at every possible angle, their unblinking eyes fixed on you.

Your heart hammered as the door creaked open. Ghost stepped in, casual as if he'd just returned home from a long day. A tray balanced in his hands, the scent of your favorite meal wafting through the air.

"There you are," he said, voice soft and warm. So terribly at odds with everything you'd just experienced. "I hope you're hungry. I brought your favorite."

And the way he looked at you, so calm, so assured.. Like nothing had happened, made your blood run cold.

To be continued?..