#Simon D.

[bi-writes]

ghost doesn't think he hears you correctly, not at first. there's a ringing that's still in his ears from the bullet he nearly ate earlier. (cw: dubcon, 18+)

"wot?"

"can you please please please--pretend to be my boyfriend--just for one minute--!"

"heyyy, sunshine," a nasty little voice sings. you spin around, cowering by the bar, just as someone a little too drunk and a little too big comes into your space. you scoot away from him, but he's coming closer, leaning over you, and ghost tilts his head to the side as he watches the way you flinch at the stink of his breath.

ghost fits into the space at your back quite easily. your back arches a little as his big hand finds the bend of your waist, and you squeak a little when he forces you back, pressing your ass against his pelvis as he tucks you into his shadow.

"who's this fuckin' nitwit?" ghost mutters, clicking his tongue under his mask. you swallow, blinking up at the man, shrugging as you try and press yourself a little closer against his heat.

"i-i dunno," you whisper, and it's shaky, afraid. "h-he won't stop...following me."

"tha' right?" ghost hums, and you're so afraid of the man in front of you that you don't really register the way ghost's big hand is slipping lower, over the curve of your denim jeans and squeezing the fat of your ass that fills the palm of his hand all too nicely. "ya botherin' 'er?"

the man swallows a little, hiccuping. he stands up straighter, a little more sober, and he just shrugs as he takes another swig of his beer.

"just...she's so pretty, ya know--agh!"

ghost reaches over and grips him by the fat of his neck. he squeezes hard, drawing him closer, would be spitting in his face if he wasn't wearing the balaclava over his head.

"'f i see ya around 'er again, i'll paint the fuckin' walls with y'r teeth, mate, yeah? now get outta my fuckin' sight before i do it just for fun."

when ghost lets him go, he struggles to breathe, holding onto the bar and coughing as he scrambles to put distance between you. you shake a little, turning towards the bar, picking up what you assume is his drink and sipping it slowly to try and calm the nerves. you close your eyes gently, shaking your head.

"thank you," you say softly. "i-i couldn't shake him off, he was following me everywhere, i..." you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling up at him. "that was really nice of you. i'm...sorry if i caused you any trouble."

ghost tilts his head to the side, fitting himself back behind you. he reaches over, putting both arms on either side of you and leaning over one shoulder, breathing hot against your neck.

"wot you mean?" he murmurs, and you blink, not understanding.

"for pretending to..." you laugh a little, looking into his eyes. "just...it was nice of you to do that. to pretend like that, i--"

"dunno wot y'r talkin' about," ghost chuckles, and you seize when he reaches down between you, cupping you between the legs as he palms at your pussy over your jeans. you keen a little, leaning into his touch, nasty brute pressing two fingers against where you're most sensitive and forcing your ass back against him, where he's hard, chubbed up since he first saw you, leaking into his cargos.

"i-i--" your eyes are wide, but you don't pull away, don't push him back--why am i not running? why can't i leave? what's happening to me--

"i wasn't pretending. were you?"

[gofishygo]

ok guys but hear me out..,

back before simon was drafted and he was still working in some butcher around the outskirts of manchester, he remembers a little bakery a few blocks down from his shop. although never particularly crowded, he's noticed the older locals go by in the mornings for coffee, kids guided in by their parents after schools to get a snack. but he doesn't seem to lounge in the corner of that cafe for either of those reasons- instead, he finds himself fawning over the pretty baker.

and you're nice to him, too- always smiling when you see him around, voice so sweet when you're at the butchers to buy some meat for the pies, sneakily trying to slip him a discount whenever he goes to buy a sandwich- 'hospitality workers gotta stick together, right?' it's no wonder that he finds himself falling for you, a stupid puppy crush that he tries, and occasionally fails, to suppress. and sometimes, simon lets himself believe you like him too, with the way the blood rushes to your cheeks when you spot him across the shelves, with he notes how you nearly fumble a frothing pot of milk when caught staring at him. it's a little attempt of young love that he thinks will be smothered out as he gets older.

but now it is twenty years later, he is working with the sas, and he is meant to be dead. but simon finds himself strolling his hometown, genuinely surprised that he sees the cafe still up, that he sees you, still working behind the display cabinets. you're older now, more mature, but your smile is just as pretty as it was those years ago. and he sees that glimmer of recognition in your eyes, how your head perks up at the sight of his figure outside of the window.

ghost smothers his cigarette and bins it before walking through the doors. may as well pay the bird a visit.

[danielsarmand]

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) dir. Jonathan Goldstein, John Francis Daley

[tojisun]

simon would slap your pussy, ensuring that the strikes are sharp bites on your clit, and croon, “so sensitive,” when you’re squirming on his lap, whining and thrashing at the pain because simon has a heavy hand and a measured strength—the mix creates an orgasmic pleasure that keeps tipping you close to your release, only for him to stop and not deliver you your euphoria because this is a punishment.

“not yet,” he murmurs, nuzzling your cheek. “you still haven’t learned.”

he’d even swipe a glob of your slick from your wet slit and show it to you, stretching his fingers apart just inches from your face, all soft and tender as he praises how wet you are.

“lookie,” simon chuckles. “so thick with need, huh?”

he brings his hand close to your lips. “open up, petal.”

you sniffle, distraught, but continue to obey him anyway. because—

“there’s my good pup.”

[wombywoo]

bad dreams 🌙

[lights-on-the-ridge]

Simon thought it was already hard to understand him....

[stillinracooncity]

that feminine urge to read something that makes you cry, get angry, scream, laugh like a hormonal teenager, turn up the heat, feel like the most unique and beautiful human being on earth. *sighs*

[bluegiragi]

open wide.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[fluffyartbl0g]

This tweet I saw months ago has not left my mind once since I saw it….

[liamfaoisidhe]

I finally made more memes!

[selinas]

KATE & ANTHONY S03E01 - BRIDGERTON (2020—)

[bi-writes]

thinking about sugarbaby!reader batting her lashes when simon comes home. watching him come through the door, tossing his duffel onto the ground, grunting as he shuts the door behind him and cracks his neck from side-to-side as he eyes the pretty thing standing there waiting for him. (18+)

wearing that baby pink silk that he loves so much. the one that didn't put a dent in his wallet, even though it was outrageously expensive--but fuck was it worth it when he saw those gorgeous tits wrapped so delicately in it, fabric sitting soft and smooth like water. his mouth goes dry as his eyes focus on the skin there, knowing how you'll taste when he rips the thing off of you and puts his cock right back where it belongs.

your eyes meet. you smile, bright and sugary and sweet, and when he bends down to kiss you, he brings the weight of him down, too. he's vicious with it, teeth knocking against yours and tongue a little sloppy as he swallows the pretty sounds you make--simon-oh!

he watches with bated breath as you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands finding the laces of his boots and beginning to undo them. you tip your head back, looking up at him, and he lowers himself to look closer at you, pouty lips parted and waiting for him as he shoves two gloved fingers into your mouth and pries satisfaction from the gag that you choke down and settle with a soft suck.

a warm mouth. a pretty cunt. a gorgeous girl, all for him, waiting like the lovesick kitten that she is for him to come home, for him to devour, for him to indulge in.

and when you let his fingers go and kiss his blood-soaked palms with a whimpering, "thank you for your service," he knows this is the only place he will ever know the truth of it all.

[gomzdrawfr]

teddy soap

[danielsarmand]

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) dir. Jonathan Goldstein, John Francis Daley

[tojisun]

been thinking about best friend simon who's secretly in love with you so he jeopardizes your chances of getting a partner. like he goes out of his way to threaten anyone interested—"what? you think y'r good enough for 'em? 'course no one is."—but also simon who introduces you as his partner behind your back, especially to his colleagues who keep asking him who exactly was the lovely person simon's with when they ran into him

and when your mutual friends tell you about what simon does, of course you don't believe them over simon!! simon's been with you for so long now, and all your life he's always been so loving and supportive, so why exactly did they think you'd believe them when they tell you that he's got twisted intentions?

("damn," johnny murmurs, watching you walk away after exploding to your friend that she should really stop making lies about simon. "y'really got them fooled, huh?"

and all simon does is to hide his pleased smile behind the rim of his glass of whiskey.)

[partyinpoison]

These are my only posts that do well lmao