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qwimchii · 1 year ago

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𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴 (pt 3) — 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺

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𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘹 𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯!𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 — 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺. 𝘸𝘤 — 7.5𝘬

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 — 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 — 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘯𝘯𝘯, 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 & 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵/𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 (𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳), 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨??

note: next part... i liked writing this one 🤭 also for all those wondering: yes the blonde mildly passive aggressive alpha woman is kate laswell <3 i love her with my everything

you rubbed at the temple of your forehead, trying and failing to keep it all together as you watched Simon sew a patch of fabric against a hole in a little pumpkin costume.

biting back a sigh, you fought the heavy frustration on your tongue as you reached over to him, numb to the sensation of your hands brushing against his gloved ones after the past hour of close proximity.

“like this,” you said in an even tone, demonstrating the stitch slowly, and he nodded, taking the needle, looking impossibly small between his fingers, and copied your movements.

leaning back again, you mulled over the day with a bitterness.

when you pulled into the parking lot of the cafe on smith and wellerstation, you had already been having a shitty day, hands clutched tight around the leather grip of the steering wheel. you had spotted Simon, early as ever, by the front window of the cafe, hunched over and enveloped in black, scrolling through his phone.

for some reason, the sight of him only irked you more. and then it mixed in with that muddled feeling of guilt. or sympathy.

you had realized that you didn’t really know what you were feeling as you stepped into the cafe, a soft chime filling the half-vacant establishment. ordering a drink from a barista at the front counter, you glanced over your shoulder to find him staring back at you, ducking his head a little in greeting.

with a flush, you just snapped your head forward again to pay before picking up the steaming mug on the counter and carefully walking over to Simon, perched in a spacious booth that he easily filled.

you exchanged few words and a sorry excuse for a how are you that boiled down to you look tired and you do too. though it wasn’t unkind, you noted, a bit mournful of the fact that you had seen him three times within one week. two days in a row, no less.

pushing the thought away, you brushed your hair back and sat by him to dive into his first sewing lesson. he picked it up quickly, thankfully, and soon enough he was trying it on his own with a long, charged silence that simmered between you.

then, you had picked up your own supplies and a boy’s pirate costume, restitching the seam along the collar of the costume.

all was well and silent until he suddenly broke the silence with a blunt remark. “where do you work?”

you glanced up at him with a stale feeling. all his attention was trained on the tiny costume in his big hands, a look of determination pinching his face. you almost laughed at the sight.

“at my dad’s auto shop.”

he nodded slowly. “you fix cars?”

“no,” you said, returning back to the pirate costume, “i do the finances for fixing the cars.”

you cleared your throat. “what about you? what do you do in the military?”

you could see him glance up at you in your peripheral. “it’s classified.”

brows flying up, and your head snapped up to look at him. “really?”

he made a strange noise between a huff and a snort. “no. i’m special ops. sas.”

“oh.”

you gazed into his face, which betrayed nothing, and shifted in your seat. did Simon Riley just joke with you?

for some reason, you felt one-upped in a strange way.

“does your occupation require you to wear…” you stared at his mask. “...masks?”

his brow furrowed for just a second, and he glared down at the pumpkin costume, but the pinched look smoothed away almost immediately. oops. you didn’t mean to piss him off.

“no. i can take it off if you want.”

“no, no,” you spluttered, feeling embarrassed, “whatever you’re comfortable with is fine with me.”

he just nodded slowly, and from the way his shoulders tightened, you could tell the short conversation had effectively ended. you wanted to smack yourself in the face, but instead you just took a sip of your hot drink with a quiet sigh, looking out the window of the cafe.

it was already getting dark in the late fall hours, the street lights twinkling in the night, brown and orange leaves swirling in the breeze across the sidewalk. you jumped when a familiar girl, clutching at her purse, and scot, hands shoved into his sweatpants, were walking side by side toward the cafe, locked in a riveting conversation.

you watched them enter with a half-dropped jaw, their conversation loud, chattery, and bubbly as it filled the now empty cafe. when Sarah spotted you in the booth beside Simon, she waved with an excitement that had your stomach curdling.

you sent her a weak smile back, looking at her, then to the man beside her. they both strode up and Johnny, like always, gave you a, “hey, lass! how you been doin’?”

you withered into your seat. “good.”

you looked to Sarah with narrowed eyes, expecting a good explanation for this… coincidence. Simon had stilled beside you, looking as equally peeved as you felt, staring up at the two of them.

Sarah must’ve sensed the terse energy in the room because she turned between you and Johnny nervously. “i was just looking for you at your apartment, but you weren’t there, but i happened to meet Johnny in the hallway, and he happened to be kind enough to show me the way to where you are, and—”

eyes flitting to Johnny, you tried to conceal the bitter boil in your stomach that spilled out into your face. snitch, you wanted to hiss at the innocent smile on his face, remembering how he had listened with an intensity to the conversation between you and Simon the other day.

then, Sarah dug around her bag and pulled out her phone, waving it around at you with a weak look. “you weren’t responding to my texts…”

you pulled out your phone, scrolling through the notifications, seeing that she had called you twice and sent about ten texts. oops.

you felt a bit more sympathetic for the guilt dripping off Sarah.

“sorry,” you said, reaching across the table to pat her hand. “i was a bit busy teaching this guy how to sew.”

at that, Johnny’s brows rose slightly, but the look of shock on his face melted off his face as soon as it had been there. you just eyed him with suspicion.

Simon cut in, seeming like he wanted to change the topic of conversation, and said in that gruff, flat voice, “what do you need? is it an emergency?”

Sarah shook her head quickly. “no, no, i just wanted to tell you guys about last minute party plans for tomorrow night. since it’s going to be the weekend…?”

you cocked your head. “party plans for who?”

“for the group,” she said, then added, “but we can invite plus twos. it’s a little fall function at Iris’s place.”

then she gestured to Johnny in a friendly manner and a smile. “so i invited Johnny as well! since he’s your neighbor,” she said, gesturing to you, and then to Simon, “and Johnny’s your coworker! so i thought that’d be fun. right you guys?”

Johnny just grinned at Sarah. for a moment, there was a tense silence, before you exhaled out between gritted teeth. “why didn’t you just text me?”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “i did. but i wanted to bring you these.”

she dug around her bag for a moment before sliding a tupperware box of frosted cookies that looked like mini-ghosts.

“a sample for the bake sale. i wanted you to be my taste tester,” she said with a wink, sharing a grin with Johnny, who looked perfectly content with the tense energy of the conversation.

“thanks,” you chewed out, staring down at the sugar cookies. you really were grateful. but with Simon’s presence flush by your side, and Johnny’s eyes darting around the cafe, and flitting over you, you just wanted to shrink away.

“i’ll see you tomorrow then?” she offered, and you nodded, feeling like you were chaining yourself to another death sentence when you said, “i’ll be there.”

Simon nodded beside you, and usually Sarah wouldn’t think it was enough to take that for a yes, but seeming that he barely seemed to talk at all, she gave you both a curt nod of satisfaction before bidding her goodbyes. Johnny gave you a quick farewell, slapping Simon on the back, then turned on his heel and followed Sarah out the cafe.

you both sat in a long unmoving silence, before Simon sighed out heavy and long by your side, taking up the pumpkin costume again. he embodied exactly how you felt, and in a silent truce for peace, you nudged over the tupperware of cookies to him.

he took one, flipping down his mask to eat it before pulling it back up again, and you just returned to your sewing, chewing on soft sugar cookies, a comfortable silence filling the space between you.

it was mid-evening—the setting sun filtering through the foggy clouds above and a teeth-chattering cold falling over the city as you pulled up along Iris’s block.

all you knew about your fellow group therapy member was that she struck gold in college—married a rich guy and lived in a big suburban home. the kind that had a big pool in the back. the kind that you had always wanted as a kid, but ended up more often than not in your dad’s greasy auto repair shop for a good night’s sleep rather than your own home.

you turned off the ignition, sighing out, and lurched out of your car in slow and sluggish movements, making sure to grab the dish of food you made from the backseat. a childhood favorite that your mom used to make.

walking up the steps, you knocked on the big front door, rubbing at your hands, trying to build a friction between them as you shivered at the front door. when no one answered, you reached out to ring the doorbell when—

“cold?”

you jumped with a yelp, jerking around to see Simon standing a step behind you and his hands shoved into the pocket of his jeans. he still had that black surgical mask over the lower-half of his face, but he was wearing one of those leather jacket with a fur lining that looked military issued, dirty blonde hair strewn across his forehead.

he cleans up nicely, you realized with a dry swallow, immediately shaking the thought from yourself.

“Simon, you scared the shit out of me,” you hissed, clutching at the fast thud in your chest.

his eyes flashed, and you could tell he was smirking under that stupid mask of his.

“sorry,” was all he offered, reaching around you to ring the doorbell. his chest brushed against your back and you flinched away from him with flushed cheeks.

you both waited in silence, the wind whistling through your ears, and you could feel him curling over to peer at the dish in your hands. stomach knotted, you twisted away to send him a contorted look.

“what?” you asked, eyes narrowed, suddenly defensive of the tupperware family recipe in your hands as you concealed it from view.

he blinked down at you before stepping back, staring sightlessly forward. “nothin’. smells good is all.”

your mouth dropped open to make a dry reply before the front door finally swung open.

“hey!” Iris greeted with a smile, donned in a fine cashmere sweater and leggings, holding a champagne flute. her husband poked his head out from behind her shoulder, wearing a freshly pressed button up and khaki pants.

you suddenly felt very underdressed in a cheap, thrifted dress.

“come on in,” he said with a sparkling smile, and you thought with a bitterness that he must be one of those guys who does stupid whitening strips or something, which was entirely ridiculous because you had tried them once before, but nonetheless…

“thank you for having us,” Simon said, filling in your silence.

you glanced over at him, wishing you could say that you didn’t need him to speak for you. his eyes flitted over to you, offering nothing but a roll of his shoulders. a motion that you discerned as a dry, sardonic, whatever.

looking back at the party hosts, your brow quirked when you noticed Iris eyeing Simon’s mask warily. and for some reason that irked you.

so you said for Simon, “he’s not feeling too well. don’t want others catching a cold, right?”

she just laughed, airy and long and pinched with unease, waving you off and mumbling something that you couldn’t really hear before she motioned for you to step into the entrance hall. you shucked off your jacket, thanking her husband when he took it, and walked into the house—ginormous and very well-decorated. too well-decorated. like they didn’t even live in their own home.

you hugged your own chest, rubbing over your arms, and startled when you felt Simon at your back. looking back at him, he just slightly raised his brows, before gesturing a hand to step further in the house. you shuffled forward, feeling strangely embarrassed from the close proximity, and followed Iris into the open plan of the living room and kitchen.

there were a lot more people than you recognized in your group, you realized with unease, all chattering loudly as you moved over to the kitchen to put out your dish of family food, taking in the wide-array of charcuterie boards and cocktail shrimp and glasses of pricey alcohol.

a group of men you had never seen before stood in the kitchen, sipping on wine, teeth sparkling, looking trim in ralph lauren and very fit. one caught your eye, sending you a smirk, eyes roaming down your body, then up, before taking a sip of wine.

at that, you bit back a shiver and promptly disappeared into the rest of the people.

you practically deflated when you looked around the room, immediately noting the absence of the big blonde brute at your back—it seemed that he had disappeared just as fast as you wanted to at the moment.

instead, you moved from group to group, giving meek greetings to the girls you recognized who pulled you into hugs. most of the girls were flanked by a male that you had never met before, and you would scurry away just as soon as you would greet them, till you finally came across Sarah and Maya… talking with a man you knew.

“i finally found you,” you said with desperation, clinging to Maya and Sara’s sides. Johnny gave you an amused look, sipping at a beer.

you found yourself uncaring for his presence when you asked them, “why are there so many men here?”

Johnny just laughed and Maya patted at your head, sending you a sympathetic look.

“apparently Iris’s husband was in a frat. they’re ex-college friends,” Sarah explained, her face twisting between amusement and pity, before handing you a wine glass from a platter perched on a table in the hallway. “i would’ve told you if i knew, darling.”

you sighed out. of course. ex-frat boys. your absolute least favorite kind.

“i know you would have,” you mourned, wrapping yourself around Maya’s arm, then took a large gulp of wine.

“i heard you came in with Simon,” Maya said quietly, sending you a look out of her peripheral.

you froze at that, hoping Johnny couldn’t hear you when you whispered, “don’t worry, he’s all yours, Maya.”

she flushed deeply at that, shaking you off of her. “that’s not what i meant.”

you made sure that Johnny and Sarah were still engrossed in their own conversation when you retorted, “that’s definitely what you meant. you think he’s cute?”

wholly enjoying it when she avoided your gaze, you wiggled your brow suggestively at her with a smirk. “or do you think he’s hot? you think he’s sexy, huh?”

you nudged her shoulder. “huh? huh?”

she swatted at you and you laughed, taking more mouthfuls of your wine as the strangest lump sunk from your throat to your stomach. sticking by Johnny, Maya, and Sarah, you felt shielded from the rest of the… males in the room. yet you still couldn’t help but wonder where Simon had disappeared to. you ended up finishing two more glasses of wine with a nervous sort of tick in your stomach.

dashing the outlandish murmurs of thoughts in your head, you let yourself get swept away with the events of the evening… drinking, talking. talking and more talking. drinking.

by the time your group moved closer to the kitchen, you were unbelievable bored as you searched around for the familiar blonde brute, satisfied when you saw him sitting on a barstool at the island in the kitchen, a glass of bourbon in his hand and a couple girls you had never seen before chatting with him at his shoulder.

they were obviously curious, you noticed, rolling your eyes, a bit worried for Maya when she eyed the scene carefully.

as you neared the food spread out over the island, you could hear those same ex-frat boys, speaking obnoxiously loud, and that one who had ogled you earlier was poking around at the food—specifically, your food.

he was prodding at it with a fork, exchanging looks with his friends, choking back on laughter when he said, “who brought the granny food?”

you stilled at that, staring at them laughing at the meal you had cooked.

“isn’t that yours?” Maya asked softly, wide eyes trained on the tense situation at the other side of the room.

when you didn’t answer, Sarah’s face twisted as she stepped forward, her jaw falling open with a pinched look of intent on her face, but you waved a hand at her before she could say anything.

“just don’t,” you said through gritted teeth, embarrassed that Johnny was witnessing the spectacle in silence.

you felt even more embarrassed that Simon, down and across the kitchen island, was staring at them too.

but then he suddenly stood, cutting through the conversation of the invasive girls at his shoulder, and put down his glass of bourbon. “i did.”

the boys down the table fell silent, and the one that ogled you earlier let out a soft oh. Simon snatched a plate from the island and prowled over, towering over the rest of them and loaded up his plate with your food. then, his eyes flit up to yours, dark and murky as he took a bite.

you just closed your eyes and turned on your heel, walked back down the hallway with a mechanic stiffness despite Sarah’s protest. from behind you, you could hear Iris chiding David for being so rude.

you didn’t know who David was, and you didn’t care, till you reached a place in the house where no one else was. a study or office of sorts with big windows and a desk strewn with materials, darker here where there weren’t as many lights, night falling fast.

rubbing at your temples, you tried to slow your breath, pacing around the spacious room. you were seething. Kate would tell you that you were living in a reactionary moment—prolonging a feeling of shock or anger. what really lied underneath that was grief.

or, what you deciphered from the bullshit was that you were being overdramatic. overreacting.

you felt stupid when tears welled up in your eyes.

there were footsteps nearing the office and you quickly wiped at them, expecting to find Sarah or Maya or maybe even Simon but—

it was Iris’s husband.

“hey,” he said softly, clearing his throat, “i’m so sorry about that earlier. my friends can be…”

a sheepish look crossed his face as he scratched at the back of his neck. “...really stupid sometimes. i’m Leo by the way.”

you just gave him a curt nod, sending him a weak it’s fine, but even knew that you sounded entirely unconvincing.

his eyes darted around the room before he added, “i tried your food earlier. i thought it was fantastic. i’m sick of charcuterie boards and cocktail shrimp anyway.”

you laughed at that, thought it came out flat and dead.

when a silence ensued, he asked you, “is that a family recipe or something?”

you nodded, clearing your throat weakly. “my mom made it as a kid. a family favorite.”

he clasped his hands behind his back, rocking on his heels like he didn’t know what to do with the awkward tension of the room. “oh, nice. my mom used to make tuna casserole all the time. i hated it back then, but i love it now, but i can never seem to get it right. and you seem to be great at cooking and all—”

he waved at hand at you and you flushed, thanking him, before another silence followed.

then, there was a new flint of curiosity in his eyes as he stepped towards you. immediately, you edged backwards, a new taste of apprehension coating your tongue.

“remind me of your name again?”

you gave it to him, slowly, and clutched at the hem of your dress, tugging it down further over your thighs.

“your name. it’s pretty.”

you practically squeaked, “thanks.”

he shifted a bit closer to you, so you were just an arm’s length from him now, and you shuffled backwards, panicked when the back of your thighs hit the desk.

“and your dress…” he said, staring down at your body for a long moment, before his eyes flit up over your chest and to your face. “it’s pretty on you.”

your voice was much more strained now. “thank you.”

he tilted his head, almost in a predatory manner. “why doesn’t Iris invite you over more? you seem like such a lovely girl.”

lovely girl. your skin was crawling, eyes darting around the room, terrified that the only exit meant walking straight through him.

“mhmm,” was all you offered, skirting to the side, but he stepped forward again, almost closing the distance between you.

his hand came up like he was going to play with the end of your dress, but it stopped just short, hovering over the skin of your thigh.

“i’m going to go back to the party now,” you whispered, a fear eating you inside and out that sent a dizzy, hazy spiral through your mind. you wanted distance from him. now. forever.

he leaned forward so that he towered over you, much bigger and broader when he was this close—

“so soon?”

his fingertips just barely brushed over the skin of your thigh when a thick, rough voice cut through the room.

“Leo.”

Leo scrambled backwards, clearing his throat as he turned to the person who had just stepped into the room. you almost melted in relief at the sight of Simon by the door.

“your wife is asking for you,” he said slowly, voice low and rough. his eyes were darker now, brows furrowed, and he looked terrifyingly big in the doorway.

Leo just nodded, hands clasped at his back again as he hesitated, head flicking from you to the brute’s gaze that bores into him. “right.”

he strode out the room, not even sending you a glance as he squeezed around Simon who didn’t move an inch, stock still as he stared after Leo.

you almost crumpled to the floor, shrinking as you clutched at the desk for support, legs shaking with effort.

“are you alright?” Simon asked, though he didn’t move any closer to you. the relief in that was like cold water splashing over the panicked heat of your body.

“no,” you admitted, turning your head away when tears spilled down your cheeks.

screwing them shut, you felt a deluge of shame and embarrassment rush over you.

“i wasn’t trying anything with Leo,” you said between sniffles, “i swear i—”

“i know,” he said, cutting you off.

you crossed your arms over your chest, rubbing at your arms as you shook. you tried to stop the shaking, but you couldn’t. you couldn’t stop it.

“you’re shaking,” he observed, voice cracked open with a sort of awe that you had never heard before. maybe shock was a better word.

your breath came labored now, and the room went dizzy, so you slowly skirted around the desk, clutching the wall for support as the floor fell out from under you.

Simon called your name, but it sounded distant and muffled.

“i’m fine,” you said, not able to make out his words that only sounded like mumbles in your ears.

slowly, you slid down the wall, crumpling yourself into a ball and digging your nose into the valley between your knees, a wetness sliding over them from your eyes. you just cried as you rocked, unsure what to do with yourself, feeling like you were going to pass out from the rough breaths that ripped from your lungs.

another body slid down the wall beside you, still far, but their warm fingers hooking on your wrist gently. picking up your head, you shifted out of Simon’s touch, his stoney gaze a marginal distance from your own.

“look,” he said, voice soft, as he put his hand into a loose fist and rubbed in circles over his chest. “like this. calms you down.”

between labored breaths, your arms felt leaden and dead when you contracted your hand into a weak fist, drawing small circles over your chest with great effort.

“it’s okay,” he said, sliding his hand between you across the floor in an offering. you curled your fingers around his hand, your own dwarfed by the sheer size of him, and picked it up to press it to your cheek, feeling cool against the uncomfortable heat on your skin.

in your haze, you realized you had never seen him gloveless before, and his skin against yours felt… right.

you slid his hand over your shoulder and to your waist, feeling his fingers curl around the flesh there, gently tugging your forward, and you let him haul you into his lap, his other arm hooking beneath your knees as he nestled you right into his arms.

he buried you in a tight hold, your cheek pressed to his chest as you continued to rub circles into your chest, trying and failing to slow your breath. you clung to him, a hand curling into the material of his shirt.

you should’ve felt scared, immobilized by a man like this, but you felt impossibly safe, like his arms were the one thing between you and every other dangerous thing in the world.

“listen to me breathe, love.”

his slow breath was grounding, and you tried to match it, forcing the stutter of your lungs to slow. soon enough, you breath was normal once more, and you pulled away from him, crawling off his lap to lean against the wall.

you wiped at the tears that stained your cheeks.

“better?” he asked, and you couldn’t look at him, nodding slowly.

your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, but your body was light and airy, like it was floating off the ground. like you were living in a different world from your own, mind far, far away from your own body. like you could say anything and it wouldn’t matter in the moment.

“it was one of my dad’s friends,” you rasped, voice raw and sore.

when he was silent, you pushed on, “my mom blamed me for it, but i was just a kid. i didn’t know what was happening.”

“my dad didn’t care.” you took a shaky inhale. “he sucked.”

Simon’s hands twitched by his side. “i had a shitty fuckin’ father too.”

you almost smiled at that, thudding your head back against the wall.

“i don’t think i’ll ever recover,” you admitted softly, your heart dropping into your stomach. “i’ll just hate men forever.”

“do you still hate me?” he asked, and you, without hesitation, said, “no.”

he shrugged. “seems like you’ll recover then.”

you stared into the side of face, for the first time, wishing you could look at the other half of his face under the mask properly. it was like you were actually seeing him now, and just how gentle the warmth of his brown eyes could be.

“what are we gonna do?” you said with a mirthless laugh, trained on the softness in his eyes, “we’re so fucked up we can’t even function properly.”

you could tell he was smiling under that mask.

“maybe a support group could help.”

you snorted at that, knowing full well in the two years that you had been in the group, almost nothing had changed for you. at least, not until Simon.

he stood, offering a hand that you took, and pulled you up gently. you practically clutched at his side, glued to him as he led you back to the party that had swelled into full swing now—loud, spooky music from the surround sound in the living room burst forth, and into the late hours of the night, even more strangers filled the space. it was loud and rowdy and you resisted clutching at your ears, fingers wrapping around the cuff of Simon’s sleeve tightly as you squeezed between different people.

Sarah and Maya were still hanging out near the island, Johnny nowhere to be seen, and talking to some other girls in the group. when they noticed you, Sarah launched herself at you and wrapped you up in a tight, squeezing hug that knocked the air from your lungs. Maya regarded Simon shyly, edging around him before hugging you, too.

she whispered quickly into your ear, “we wanted to check on you, but Iris sent Leo to apologize to you. did everything end up being alright? did he apologize? he wasn’t an asshole, was he?”

you just grimaced in her arms, patting her back softly. “don’t worry, everything’s fine,” you reassured her, and the relief on her face was shattering, concern melting from her features.

looking to Simon, you half-expected him to slink away and disappear into the crowd, but he stayed flush to your side, hands in his pockets as he watched you.

you made steady eye contact with him, slightly rising your brows in question, glancing in the direction of the front door, and he just gave you a curt nod.

“we’re going home,” you shouted over the loud music, and Sarah was quick to take your hand.

“with…” her eyes darted over to Simon, leaning forward to whisper in your ear, “him?”

ah. you had forgotten that the girls in your group thought that you hated him. or beyond that, just all men in general.

“i’ll be fine,” you promised them, believing yourself for once. “you stay and have fun.”

“if you’re going, we’re going too then,” she said, determined, Maya’s head bobbing beside her in agreement, but you just shook your head.

“really,” you shouted, glancing over to the tall man beside you, who looked as though he wasn’t listening, eyes trained somewhere distantly into the throes of the party, but you knew he was. “i’ll be fine.”

they looked unconvinced but didn’t push you nonetheless. Simon gave them curt goodbyes that boiled down to a nod and a low grunt, and you waved at the other girls from the support group, grateful for their concern as you packed up your food with a wince, avoiding a pair of eyes from across the room—David or whatever his name was. he lifted his glass of wine to you before tipping his head back, downing the contents in a couple quick gulps.

you resisted cursing him out, avoiding making another scene at all costs, as you quickly strode out the house and shoved yourself into your jacket on the way, Simon just steps behind you.

you stepped out into the night, shivering immediately from the biting air against your thighs, and without a word, Simon strung his huge, heavy jacket over your shoulders.

“hey—” you began in protest, but he just casually walked past you and down the steps, sending a look of question over his shoulder.

are you coming or not?

the words went unsaid but you followed him anyway, digging around your bag for your keys and fumbling with them between your fingers once you located them.

once you neared your car, you stopped by the driver’s seat. he waited by the sidewalk, stock still as he watched you.

“i drank a lot,” you said with a grimace, and he just tilted his head.

“i just had a glass. i can drive.”

“no,” you snapped, immediately regretting the force in your tone when his brows just raised slightly. softer, you finished, “i can drive myself.”

he gave you a long look. “right. i’m a woman, and i just had one glass. i can drive, yeah?”

the words were so bizarre coming from him that you couldn’t resist the choke of laughter that escaped your throat, and you tossed your car keys over to him that he caught with ease.

“you fooled me, Simon,” you said with a deadpan, enjoying the way his eyes flickered with a playful gleam in the darkness as you switched places with him, sliding into the passenger seat of your car.

“does that mean i get the aux too?” he asked, voice even and blunt as ever, and you rolled your eyes.

“now you’re pushing your luck.”

you handed the cord to him anyways, and he just glanced at you from his peripheral, and something in your gut told you it was a look of victory.

you ignored it with a smile you tried to smother. he was always one-upping you.

“fancy smashing pumpkins?” he asked, and you nodded weakly, feeling bashful for some reason.

he scrolled down the playlist on his phone and tonight, tonight came blaring through the speakers. you rolled down your window, reaching over to turn it up the volume more.

“feel like a teenager yet?” you shouted over the music, and he pulled down his mask with an amused look, shifting the gear and pulled onto the road. your eyes swept over the curves of his face with a greediness, taking in the strength of his jaw and tall nose because you were actually paying attention to the details of him for once.

“something like that,” he mumbled back, but his words were lost in the music, falling deaf on your ears because all your attention was trained on the small smile that twisted his lips.

by the time you reached your apartment, you had fallen asleep in the car, despite the blaring music. by the time he woke you with a gentle touch to your shoulder, the stereo was turned off, and you stretched up in your seat, shaking the blurriness from your head and blinking through the sleepiness.

you lurched from the car, stepping up onto the sidewalk in front of the townhouse with a yawn, Simon just behind you.

you turned to him with a weak smile. “thank you for driving.”

he nodded. “‘course.”

your eyes darted around, looking back to the entrance, then to him again, and you fumbled with your words.

“do you want to come inside?” then, you flushed deeply. “i know it’s late but—”

he cut you off, sounding almost uninterested. “sure.”

biting down on your lip, you nodded, turning on your heel and shouldering through the heavy entrance with a twist of your keys, making your way up the stairs and down the hallway by his side.

it was surreal that the same experience had occurred only two days prior, and yet a completely new feeling enveloped it. you weren’t scared. you weren’t anxious. you were just…

you looked back at him from over your shoulder, his bare face on display, and glimmering with a few scars you hadn’t noticed before. there was a silvery one slashing through his upper lip.

he must’ve noticed your stare because he cleared his throat, looking away, and you pushed through the entrance to your apartment flushed with embarrassment.

flicking on the lights, you were eternally grateful you had decided to clean up a bit in the early hours of the weekend and moved into the kitchen, putting all your things down on the kitchen table. including Simon’s jacket, you remembered, getting embarrassed all over again as you laid it carefully out, careful not to crease the high-quality leather.

“make yourself at home,” you called out, poking your head through the entrance of the kitchen momentarily to see him standing with an awkward stiffness by the front door. you looked down to his leather boots. “and shoes off please.”

you turned to the fridge to card through its contents, hearing a shuffling behind you, before silence. in a last minute decision, you grabbed two beers and a packet of salted pistachios from the pantry.

“want a beer?” you offered, finding him splayed across your small couch, arm braced against the back.

warily, you sat beside him, curling up into the corner of the couch and pulling your dress further down over your thighs as you handed him a can of beer.

flipping the tab of your can open with a pop, the contents sizzling inside, you took a generous mouthful.

“thanks,” he said, blunt, as he popped open the can with just one hand, tipping his head back to down half of it in a few massive gulps, throat bobbing with each mouthful.

your eyes darted away from the sight, the proximity between you suddenly feeling unbearable, but not a bad unbearable, just…

hot unbearable.

heart thudding, you reached for the remote on the coffee table instead, and flicked on the television. it pulled up your tab on netflix and that most recent k-drama you were watching.

with a squeak, you flipped through the program quickly to get away from it, but Simon was too quick.

“k-drama?”

you eyed him from your peripheral.

“yes.” to take off the edge of your embarrassment, you teased, “why? are you a k-drama kind of guy, Simon?”

he shook his head. “i don’t like ‘em.”

your jaw dropped, spluttering, “you don’t like them? why?”

his eyes flitted to you from his peripheral. “they’re unrealistic.”

you rolled your eyes. “and that’s exactly why i like them.”

“have you never dated before?”

you almost choked on your drink, glaring at the side of his face, willing him to look at you, but he kept his eyes trained forward on the tv.

“yes, i have, actually,” you said, indignant. “have you?”

he turned his head to look at you, head tilting as his eyes flitted up and down your body. you suppressed a shiver, confused by the mixed sensations of your body.

“what do you think, love?”

when you were only silent, his lips twitched, eyes flashing with amusement.

then he mumbled quietly, “i never like the male leads.”

you smothered a laugh, trying and failing to imagine Simon hunkered over in his free time, watching k-dramas on his phone.

“‘cause they’re not you?” you deadpanned, amused just at the thought of it. blonde, tall, and corded with thick muscle. he wasn’t much like any male k-drama lead you knew.

“no,” he said, leaning forward to set his empty can of beer on the coffee table, “‘cause they’re immature.”

your mind reeled at that, recounting the current k-drama you were watching, and finding him not half-wrong.

“you into immature men?” he asked, voice dry with sarcasm.

mocking the deep timbre of his voice, you shot back, “what do you think, love?”

he huffed a laugh of dismay, and you just suppressed a smile, avoiding his eyes.

“you want to know what i think?”

the question had a dripping burn in it that made your skin prickle, insides sliding around with a foreign heat you weren’t accustomed to. when you just shrugged, feigning indifference, you knew Simon’s attentive stare sliced straight through the act.

“i think you just need a mature man who can take care of your needs properly.”

your whole body shuddered, thighs pressing together and stomach twisting with heat. you should’ve been irked by the proposition, angry with him even, but you just clutched tighter at the can in your hand, voice careful and poised. “and you think i can’t take care of my own needs?”

“no,” he said, without a second of hesitation, “but i think that you want to be taken care of.”

you bit down on your lip. “what makes you think that you know what i want?”

“doesn’t everyone want to be taken care of?” he relaxed further into the cushions, head falling onto the back of the couch, gaze lazy as it traced over you.

“do you want to be taken care of?” you asked, setting down your can of beer, uncaring that the hem of your dress had ridden up from the movement. but he didn’t even look down, half-lidded eyes on your face.

“sometimes.”

“do you want me to take care of you?” you asked, voice a whisper as you leaned forward onto your palm, and he was silent for a long moment.

“do you know how to take care of someone?”

your lips pressed together, jaw clenching. “i know enough.”

he gave you a lazy, lopsided smile. “do you even know how to kiss someone?”

at that, you reeled back a bit. was he making fun of you?

a resolute aching pang shot through your chest, and he blinked, sitting up straighter, like you were both just been pulled out of a heady haze that you weren’t supposed to be in. suddenly, this whole situation felt wrong, and not because you didn’t like it, but because it didn’t feel allowed.

“i should go,” he said, face stoney and voice void of anything perceptible.

you quickly nodded, squeaking out, “yeah, you should.”

the words should’ve been sharp and cutting but they only came out strained and confused as you watched Simon stand from the couch.

he strode over to the kitchen, snatching his jacket from the table and throwing it on while shoving into his boots once more. you pushed yourself up from the cushions, hands twitching by your sides.

he sent you a strange look from over his shoulder and jerked the door open with a roughness you didn’t know he could carry.

“bye,” you said weakly, and he hesitated in the entrance.

“thanks for…” he glanced towards the living room, and you sent him a confused look, looking back at the cans of beer and nuts on the coffee table.

“oh,” you said, turning back to him, “no problem—”

but the entrance was empty, and you stuck your head out into the hallway to see him already a marginal distance down the hall. cursing, you grabbed a random shoe from the rack by the doorway and shoved it into the crack of the door, rushing after him.

“wait!” you called, and he turned, slowing as you approached him.

your stomach a fit of nerves, you fisted the material of his nice jacket, uncaring if you crinkled the leather as you pulled him down, and stood on your tiptoes to press a brief kiss to his cheek.

when you slowly lowered back down to the floor, Simon only stared at you with that same stoney, blank look.

“thank you,” you said softly, and he just kept staring at you.

with a deep blush, you released him, and his footsteps were uneven when he turned and almost stumbled down the stairs. you yelped, heart clenched with worry, but he steadied himself against the rail and shot down the stairs with a speed that you didn’t know was possible, blonde head disappearing from view.

you stood there in the hallway for a long moment, fiddling with your dress. what the hell was that?

you gripped at the roots of your hair, suppressing a scream. what the hell was that?

turning and marching back down the hall, you kicked the shoe from the crack, slipping inside. but before the door shut, you poked your head out once more to see if Simon would reappear from the top of the stairs.

when he didn’t, you let out a strangled noise of frustration, and slammed the door shut, promising yourself you’d never let yourself slip like that again. promising yourself you’d never let yourself get that close in proximity to a man ever again. promising yourself you wouldn’t even look in the direction of another one of those things. not ever again. not even for Simon.

your honor... they’re flirting in their idk-how-to-interact-with-opposite-gender-way-bc-of-trauama 🌚 also i feel like soap is such a flat character in this series rn he's just kinda there 😭 but dw he gets more interesting later on (hopefully?)

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gothghostiie · 1 month ago

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yknow, im thinking about this guy at a bakery close to me who is so simon riley coded.

he's a little older, big and buff, a little chubby too. tattoed up with his ears pierced, his hair getting gray and always looking so damn grumpy. you never see him in a good mood, not even a little smile or smirk, hes stoic with a deep and loud voice. i used to think he absolutely dislikes me for no reason, since i frequent the store its in i see him a lot. and with how he looks at me youd think he wants to kill me.

but you know what? hes actually the biggest sweetheart. hes got a goofy grin when chatting to his colleagues, even if he looks around to see if anyone saw. he lowers his voice when you flinch from his natural volume. he has the patience of an angel, glaring at costumers who huff at you for taking too long.

if that isnt simon riley coded idk what is

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kamehamehamlet · 8 months ago

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The Tumblr reblog sensation is returning. But like the Sayians or Shakespeare’s folios, it has the potential to develop in many forms.

Visit kamehamehamlet.com to be notified when we have more details.

Follow this blog for a peak behind the curtain.

And read on to learn more about the show, how we got here, and where we’re going.

Thank you for waiting just a little bit longer.

Revival Project FAQ

Who are you?

Hi! I’m Daniel Cole Mauleón (@writepictures), the writer of Kamehamehamlet. In 2015 I co-founded the theatre company Play-Dot Productions with KHH’s director Shalee Mae Cole Mauleón.

What is Kamehamehamlet?

Kamehamehamlet: Good Night Saiyan Prince, was an hour-long one act play, performed during the 2015 Minnesota Fringe Festival. It’s a staged retelling of Vegeta and Freeza’s battle on the planet Namek. Marketed as a Dragon Ball Z and Hamlet mash-up, the parody quickly shuffled off its weighted gi, revealing it was actually a Waiting for Godot spoof. After five performances, Vegeta hung up his helmet of spiky hair. Seven years later, K (@amokslime) wrote this incredibly gracious post on Tumblr, which inspired two people to reach out to me via Reddit to ask if I had a script or a recording of the performance.

I want to pause the semi-marketing voice and say a heartfelt thanks to K. Kamehamehamlet was brought to life by an incredible team of artists during a summer I’ll never forget. We got laughs at jokes, gasps at fight choreography, and we broke even on the budget (a Fringe miracle TBH). K’s post gave me the chance to revisit that show through someone else’s eyes. The mix of pride and humility it stirs up is truly indescribable.

If there is art which has changed you, and especially if the artist is still alive I encourage you to non-intrusively share that with the artist.

Is there a copy of the script?

Yes, I’ll speak more about that at below.

Is there a recording of the performance?

There was, but I genuinely lost the files. And that’s for the best, honestly. It was a last-second attempt, filmed from two cheap cameras (with different qualities and resolutions!), both at bad angles and with truly awful audio. Trust me. It’s better this way.

That said, I do have other archival footage from rehearsal's, tech, etc. that I look forward to sharing for those curious.

What’s next?

This is the question I’ve been asking myself over the past year and the reason it took so long to post anything. Especially since one thing I want to do differently this time is make sure that any artists involved are meaningfully compensated for their time and skill. However, I can’t plan without a better estimate of what kind of support we would have, and I didn’t want to share our intentions without concrete details. Right now, the best way you can support this project is by signing up for the announcement on kamehamehamlet.com and following us on Tumblr and YouTube!

The second best thing you can do is to share with others about this project, if I’ve learned anything reading through the comments on K’s post, it is that there’s a much bigger audience for KHH than I could have ever imagined, and you likely know at least one more person who would be interested.

And while I don’t want to promise anything I can’t deliver on, I will share that I’m planning on making the script available this year and I’ll be writing a separate post about that in near future.

Update 5/21/24: We've announced a staged reading for later this year! (Click to learn more) Update 6/11/24: We're going live on YouTube every Saturday through June to rally fans and talk about the project. This link will always take you to the upcoming stream. And this link will take you past recordings.

If you’ve read this far thank you so much.

Photography by Ann B. Erickson. Vegeta is played by McKenzie Shappell. Freeza is played by Cayla Marie Wolpers. Costumes by Sarah Noel Simon.

#kamehamehamlet #theater #dbz #dragon ball #shakespeare #hamlet #waiting for godot #vegeta #freeza #goku #this is about as good a place as any to share that...#I only just realized after spending a day in Adobe Illustrator that I've just made the IKEA logo...

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superhoeva · 10 months ago

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

❧ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ⇁ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍 “𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐘” 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒

❛ Copenhagen, Denmark. The home of a young Carmen, Luca, and Reader as they help each other navigate through a young adulthood of preservation, unresolved trauma, and unexpected love. ❜

❧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 ⇁ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎 "𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐄" 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

❛ Sexologist Francisco Morales has been given the green light to lead a scientific, seven-week study of the female orgasm and its effect on the body. You have agreed to be his test subject. ❜

❧ 𝐀𝐔: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑 ⇁ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍 "𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐘" 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐗 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊!𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

❛ The life of Bunny and her boyfriend Bear. ❜

⋆ hair - carmen helps bunny with her hair.

⋆ couch - carmen comes home to find bunny on his couch.

⋆ gentleman - carmen shows off his manners.

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐈: 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ⇁ crying | first kiss | ladder | nickname | first sight

𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ⇁ coming soon!

𝐈𝐕: 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 ⇁ coming soon!

𝐕: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ⇁ coming soon!

⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧 "𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲" 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨

deep (+18) - carmen going down on you.

v-lines (+18) - you show carmen a little appreciation.

dance (+18) - you and carmen try and few new things.

no work, all play (+18) - carmen distracts you from work.

roomate!carmen (pt. 1) - life with carmen berzatto as your roomate.

after work (+18) - you help carmen after hard day at the bear

phone one in (+18) - carmen calls you with a throbbing dilemma.

frankenstein's bride - carmen loves your halloween costume.

⋆ 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 "𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞" 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭

on his six (+18) - logan can't get enough of the xavier's school for gifted youngsters' newest hire–you.

fridays (+18) - your fuck buddy makes his weekly visit.

busy signal (+18) - a phone call interrupts a relaxing logan.

rooftops - logan can't live without you.

⋆ 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐟!𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭

older bf!logan sees how many times he can make you come

older bf!logan finds your vibrator

older bf!logan manhandling you

going down on (mean) older bf!logan

older bf!logan squeezing your soft parts

older bf!logan letting you take the lead

wearing a sundress around older bf!logan

older bf!logan being rough with you

older bf!logan helping you de-stress

older bf!logan walks in on you touching yourself

prone bone with older bf!logan

older bf!logan saying "fuck, i missed you"

older bf!logan being handsy

oiled massages with older bf!logan

older bf!logan fucking you right after a mission

you and older bf!logan welcome a new family member

you and older bf!logan have diner with your parents

⋆ 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫!𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭

you make a deal with bouncer!logan

you bring bouncer!logan dinner at work

⋆ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 "𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧" 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

sleep tight, love (+18) - john helps you fall asleep.

⋆ 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐞 "𝐠𝐚𝐳" 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

suck (+18) - kyle asks a favor.

⋆ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 "𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐩" 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡

making out (+18; feat. simon "ghost" riley)

moping (+18); feat. the 141)

⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 "𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭" 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

pillow (+18) - simon catches you in the act.

making out (+18; feat. johnny "soap" mactavish) - johnny likes to hog.

movie star (2) (3) - you're simon's movie star.

⋆ 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟒𝟏 (𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐮)

causal dominance - the gang tries to figure out dinner.

nails - the gang gets their nails done.

more coming soon! <3

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xyras-maze · 15 days ago

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Hunted

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Cw: PiV, public sex, unprotected sex, prey/hunter

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL!

Thanks to my friend Aiya for helping me with this<3, if I missed any content warnings please lmk.

You pulled up into the parking lot of the Halloween attraction organized in your town; you were supposed to meet your friend, Celeste, here. As you got out of the car and noticed your tall, blonde companion coming your way.

"Girl, you look so hot!" She exclaims. "Thanks", You couldn't help but smile at the compliment,

"So do you." She really did look amazing. Her long, straight hair was flawless as always, and she wore a bloody nurse costume with high heels, which doesn't seem like a good idea to wear here, but it's her choice. You headed to the main attraction—the haunted house. It was a large, two-story building. The walls were wooden, an ivy making its way to the dark roof. Most of the windows were blacked out by pieces of dark fabric; however, some of them weren't; instead, they had spiderwebs and other decorations.

The interior was equally dark and made to resemble an old, unoccupied house. You turned right and entered a large, dimly lit living room. The room looked dusty; however, it seemed to not be real as your allergic friend wasn't reacting to it. There was a dresser on the other side of the room, with another door right next to it. In the middle of the place there was a round coffee table with a gramophone on it, next to which was a rocking chair covered by a white tablecloth.

"That looks so cool!" Celeste exclaims. You agree as you step further into the room. You looked around and proceeded to go further. You approached the door as a masked figure jumped out of the closet. Your screams filled the room, which turned into laughs as your friend was being chased by the creature.

You proceed to go into another room, now alone. You enter a bedroom, presumably a child's since the bed was quite small and the room was full of toys. You heard the door open behind you.

"How did you manage to escape with those heels on?" You jokingly asked your friend as you went further into the room and looked around.

"She hasn't," a familiar, gruff voice answered behind you. You turned around to see your boyfriend, Simon, staring at you.

"Simon..? What are you doing here?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were going here? What if something happened to you? You don't know what kind of psychos come here to hurt people," he snapped.

"Simon.. I really wanted to go," you explained.

"You should've told me," he reasoned.

"I'm sorry," you said as Simon looked you up and down. His whole body blocked the door, which just reminded you of how big he was.

"You can make it up to me, you know."

"Wha—what do you mean?" You asked. No way he meant it like that. You're in a public place.

"Exactly what you're thinking," he answered, and you noticed his bulge pressing into his jeans.

"Run, doll. Don't let me catch you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Oh. That shouldn't make you so excited. You couldn't help but run, although knowing he'll catch you anyway. You sprinted out of the room and ran upstairs. You heard heavy footsteps behind you from the moment your silhouette disappeared from his line of sight; after all, he had to give you some time to start running; that's way more fun. You slipped on one of the last stairs but managed not to fall and got back to running. You had no idea where to go, so you turned right. There were 3 doors in front of you, and you quickly, yet quietly, went into the middle one. You entered a small kitchen. No other doors, no place to hide. Not good .You looked around and hid under a table, a tablecloth, which didn't cover your whole figure, but enough to not be visible unless someone lays down and looks for you. The table was tiny, though. You couldn't move without risking hitting your head or moving the cloth. You heard the footsteps getting closer. He opened the door to your right. All you heard was silence apart your breathing, which seemed as loud as a scream. You heard the door close, and then you heard another door opening. The door to the room you were in. His footsteps are now slow and calculated. You tried to calm your breathing down and stayed completely still. He walked around the table and stopped right behind you. "I can smell your perfume," he said.

Fuck. If you knew this was going to happen, you wouldn't have worn it.Maybe he's bluffing, though. So you didn't move and held your breath, afraid but also excited.

You heard complete silence when suddenly you felt a grip on your ankle. You squealed as he carefully dragged you out of your hiding spot.

"Found you," he leaned down and whispered. "Time for my reward."

He lifted you up and put you down at the table. He spread your legs and stood between them as he leaned in to kiss you. The kiss was passionate and demanding, and you were quickly out of breath from holding it earlier. His hands explored your body as he broke the kiss and looked you in the eyes, his gaze dark and full of lust.

"Please Simon," you begged for more. He leaned back in and started kissing and sucking on your neck as his hands traveled to your upper things. He gave them a light squeeze, and you lifted your hips up, allowing him to expose your body. He moved the clothes out of his way and ran his finger through your labia.

"Did that turn you on? Being hunted like that?"

You never told him that this is a fantasy of yours, but it turned you on even more than you thought it would. He inserted one of his fingers inside, but it wasn't enough. You needed him. Now.

"Simon, I need you," you begged.

"Are you ready?" He asked. He wouldn't want to actually hurt you, since he was far from gentle, but you didn't have much time. You nodded, and his hands moved to pull out his member. He was rock hard as he stroked himself a few times and positioned himself. He glided his cock up and down your slit and slowly inserted his tip into you. When he didn't spot any sign of discomfort on your face, he went all the way in, stuffing you full.

As much as he wanted to make this last longer, you had no idea when another group would show up. He groaned at the feeling and started to move in and out, setting a quick pace. He grabbed your hair and kissed you. He was so big, and it felt like heaven on earth. His hands traveled around your body as the pleasure consumed you.

"Don't stop, please, just like that," you moaned as you felt the pleasure build up. One of his hands grabbed your thigh to spread your legs wider as another moved to rub your clitter the way you loved.

"Come for me, baby," he said, and as if per order, you did.

He groaned as you squeezed around him. The hand, which was just rubbing your nub now gone, moved into his mouth so he could taste you.

"Taste so good," he growls as he keeps up the pace.

He picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his torso as he continued fucking you. The switch in positions made his cock feel ever bigger inside you, hitting all the perfect spots.

"Look at me," he ordered.

The eye contact was intense, as pleasure and lust filled both of your eyes.

"I'm close," he warned, "where do you want it?"

"Inside," you answered confidently, feeling your own orgasm approaching again.

After a few deep thrusts, you tipped over the edge again, and as you clenched, he spilled his release inside you.

A few moments of catching your breath and you're putting your clothes back on.

"Didn't know you were into this kind of thing," he said. "We should do it again soon."

You blushed at the suggestion as you both headed to the exit. Only once you were back in the car did you notice missed calls from your friend, whom you completely forgot. Oops.

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j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus · 14 days ago

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Roommate!Simon x F!Reader <3

AN: don't know if it's any good, I threw it together real quick for Halloween, do I post a part two?

Okay, you had to admit--being the princess peach for your friend's sexy group Halloween costumes for a costume party sucked. Your dress was too long to be sexy.

Simon saw it, and he said "Tha' looks like you got it from the back of a Party City dumpster." You flushed from anger and scoffed it off, but regardless you knew he was right--it was just you in a slightly crumpled pink dress, white gloves, a blonde wig and a crown, with some lipstick on.

So this year, you did better. Your friends and you all went as cute animals, cats, dogs, cows, and you? You were a rabbit.

You came out of the bathroom with white eyeshadow on with white mascara. Your lipstick is a light pink, and your hair is pulled back. You have on bunny ears and white lingerie--it covers your breasts and tummy and ass, but it's essentially a corset top with a very tiny skirt.

Simon is walking out of his bedroom and through the hall to the kitchen when he sees you and he does a double take. His eyes damn near pop out his head, and all he can say is "You're stayin' in tonigh' with me."

You laugh, "Simon, I have a party to go to," you respond, smiling at how he's responding.

Simon, your roommate that's overprotective like an older brother, shakes his head, crossing to you and crossing his heavily inked arms over his tight black shirt, "No' anymore. You're stayin' in. Don't make me say i' twice."

Your eyes widen and you scramble to grab your phone and text your girls.

'Sorry, girls... I threw up earlier, it isn't smart for me to go out'

Little do they know...

#AGH DO I POST A PART TWO?#is it good???#halloween drabble #cod black ops #cod cold war #call of duty cold war #black ops #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley drabble #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon ghost #the missus

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vcnillazelda · 2 years ago

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hello! i'm pretty sure your requests are open but i'm not sure if your write for all the cod characters if possible could you write for a reader who does beauty pageants/is a beauty queen and is really famous because of it. Thank you!!!!!

ghost team/141 with a beauty queen s/o

tags: established relationships, reunions, fluff, jealousy, talks of death/kidnapping, no actual death or gore, general chaos

characters: simon, johnny, gaz, price, alejandro, rudy, farah

a/n: this wasn’t exactly specific so i’m assuming it’s their s/o, i’m sorry if that’s wrong 😭

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ghost

he never actually talks about you

if word got out at all he knows he’d be putting you in danger

so everyone in his squadron is surprised when they touch down and a beautiful woman is standing there

they’re immediately gossiping, accusing each other of holding back on a relationship status- no attention lands on simon

johnny genuinely thinks you’re gaz’s girlfriend due to how young and vibrant you look (which mildly offends simon- is he saying he looks old 😭)

gaz on the other hand thinks you could be dating alex or rudy- who immediately gets flustered whereas alex laughs and said he wishes

this annoys simon, so he walks away from them, towards you. no one seemed to notice- but when you call simon’s name excitedly and fling your arms around him they’re all stunned

johnny SPRINTS over, wanting to meet you and tease his friend- simon punches him in the arm

“you’re beautiful by the way, i’m johnny. so how long have you been seeing this grumpy ass- ow!”

simon rolls his eyes, whereas you shook johnny’s hand and met all his colleagues

of course, they all complimented you, giving you wide smiles and sweet words

simon feels a spark of jealousy, protectiveness- he wants to pull you away but that would be extremely out of character

you notice simon’s discomfort and hold onto his arm, deciding on telling them the basics such as your name, occupation, how long you’d been seeing simon and the fact you were his fiance

johnny and gaz go wild- literally trying to get more information- yet price pulls them back

“sorry about them. have a nice evening, ma’am. you too, si’.” he smiles, and simon finally gets to leave

pampers you over you pampering him- he loves taking care of you

washing your hair, cooking for you, all that domestic stuff drives him wild <3

will only allow you to give him a massage when he’s half asleep, lord knows he needs one- but he will allow you to wash the fading face paint from around his eyes and press kisses along his lips and face

he’s very happy to be back with you, hugging you tightly and swaying with you

if you came home with another trophy from a pageant he’ll congratulate you then say sorry for missing it- so many kisses, he’s so proud!!

johnny

OH MY GOD THIS BOY LOVES YOU SO MUCH

will NOT stop talking about you

shows many pictures of you to the team- they think he’s lying 😭

simon teases him about having a ‘fake girlfriend’

gets so defensive of you, if someone even tries to say your images are ‘photoshopped’ he goes off on one saying how they haven’t met you and how you’re really pretty!

as soon as he can, he gets you to meet his friends :)

he hates feeling like he’s leaving you out of things when he goes out with colleagues, so he finally brought you along when your schedule was clear and literally everyone nearly fainted from shock

“so johnny wasn’t lying, huh?” “seems that way.”

he’s so prideful- HE pulled YOU, he’s so proud and loves you so much

keeps an arm around your waist, leans into you, kisses your cheek- loves pda

he makes sure to watch EVERY single one of your pageants- he gets upset at other models trying to one up you

the others just thought he was really into it because he has 3 older sisters, but they didn’t actually know it was you in them so they were really mean about it 😭

LOVES helping you pick out costumes or outfits, LOVES IT

will beg to do your makeup- he was used as a model for his sister’s stuff when he was younger so he knows the basics about makeup

it’s a little sloppy tho, he doesn’t practice so you’ll look a little… off

if you had to join some sort of reality tv style beauty show, he will kick EVERYONE out of the rec room to watch every episode and records every episode he misses on his phone 🫶

he loves you so much and is so supportive

gaz

he’s only open about it if people ask him if he’s dating anyone

so of course, johnny being johnny, asks one day

“hey are you seeing anyone?” / “oh yeah, my girlfriend back homes waiting on me.”/ “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US????” / “no one asked..?”

when he shows everyone a picture of you, they’re all so shocked

“y/n l/n??? are you sure?!” “nice try kid, she’s a literal celebrity” type attitudes all around

he silently plots to prove them all wrong

texts you asking to meet him when his mission is over ‘because he misses you’ when in reality he wants to rub it in his friends’ faces- he’s so mischievous

as soon as johnny sees you he trips and falls out the jeep- he thought he saw a ghost or smth

“baby!” you grin, engulfing your boyfriend in a hug. he twirls you around as you kiss his cheeks saying that you missed him

“i missed you too. come meet my friends.” he’s so sweet

smug little smile as you talk to everyone, holding your hand, eyeing each of their surprised faces with pride

his plan worked perfectly and he was in such a good mood

anyway- as a general lover, gaz is so sweet

he’s got some spare cash- so he likes to spoil you

literally loves buying you dresses or makeup palettes and accessories, even if you can buy it yourself

adores your pageants- doesn’t understand them, but watches them anyway just to see you smile

if you get all ‘oh don’t look at me, i haven’t got ready yet’ type of person, he puts a whole ass rule on the house saying you’re not allowed to dress up fancy- he wants to see you however you look because he loves you no matter what <3

price

is very secretive. more than simon. doesn’t want you getting tracked down, linked to him or worse

comes home silently in the dead of night and kisses your face gently

you wake up when he gets in bed, rolling over and hugging him tightly.

“you should of told me you got home” / “no, no. it’s okay. i don’t want anyone affiliated with me seeing you… you’re too precious.”

so protective, when someone recognises you in public he’s got a hand on your lower back- if anyone asks about him you literally just flat out say he’s your husband (because he is), as much as he doesn’t like it

he understands you may want to be public about your relationship, but he doesn’t want the wrong people seeing it and coming after you- it’s his worse nightmare

he’s literally had nightmares of you dying, is so paranoid sometimes that he forgets to relax and spend time with you

as badly as he wants to keep it under wraps… he loves you too much. if you wanna go to dinner, he takes you. wanna go shopping? sure, where do you wanna go?

loves pampering you, like the others, but his pampering is much more personal or gentlemanly (not that the others aren’t) he loves showering with you, zipping up the back of your dress, holding the door for you, etc

literally the definition of gentleman, he loves doing things for you

calls you beautiful and gorgeous every time he sees you

can’t always watch your pageants because he’s such a busy man, but he does his best- he definitely forgets everyone’s names and does not understand anything

alejandro

you were a big face in las almas, but no one in his life other than you, his and your families and rudy knew about him being your husband

johnny saw your face on a billboard modelling something and immediately was like “she’s so pretty omg??”

alejandro grew very jealous, but understood people would react that way to you a lot considering you’re a beauty queen

like price, he keeps everything under tight secret- he’s dealing with a literal cartel, he can’t say a peep about you in any presence in case the wrong person hears it- your life is literally on the line

when he’s home with you, gives you gentle kisses and hushed words on how much he loves you

as much as he wants a normal life, he can’t take you out to places, el sin nombre has eyes and ears everywhere and if the cartel were to see you it would mark you as a target immediately- however, he does want to take care of you and give you a semi-normal life

he goes out, buys takeout for you, little gifts, ect

loves how your eyes light up when you see him, it’s what he lives for

doesn’t get to watch any pageants you’re in, but loves hearing you talk about them and you’re experiences

hugs you tightly at night, he’s so protective and silently scared- he doesn’t want you to get hurt. his worse nightmare is waking up and you’re dead or missing

such a clingy lover, he’s so romantic too. he wants you to know he genuinely loves you

brings rudy around sometimes, it’s always lovely because you and rudy are like best friends (i.e sneaking off to plot a prank whilst alejandro is terrified thinking something happened to you)

he adores making homemade food for you, it’s one of his passions, not to mention his food is amazing and it’s the least he can do for you

gets so involved in any gossip you have, literally sits on the couch with you gossiping and expressing his feelings on the situation/drama

will repeat the gossip to rudy on missions because he’s awful with drama, loves talking about it (in mexican spanish so the others don’t really understand it)

rudy

same as alejandro, he’s petrified something could happen to you

unlike alejandro, he loves going out to places with you

he’s a pushover too, if you wanted to go on a day out for your anniversary, he’s all there

keeps his pistol on him because he doesn’t want any trouble and wants to protect you

calls you his mariposa (butterfly) because he thinks butterflies are beautiful like you :,) <3

avid cuddler, yet he’s the one on your chest, head resting on you as you talk about all the drama going on with other models/beauty queens

adores you, stares at you with lovesick eyes because you’re just so pretty!!

doesn’t have a lot of money, but saves up a lot to buy you nice things :)

he’s reluctant, but after johnny nagging him he introduces you to the team- much to alejandro’s disapproval because he’s like your older brother and wants to protect both you and rudy

rudy will one hundred percent spend some time in and out of missions looking at pictures of you, you fuel him and give him a reason to fight to survive when he’s away

one hundred percent has a locket with your picture in it- the picture is of the two of you on your first anniversary with rudy smiling brightly and you kissing his cheek- but he isn’t stupid and leaves it at base just in case anything happened to him

watches your pageants on his phone, absorbs every drop of information so he can talk about it with you either on the phone or when he gets home

he’s such a dedicated lover too, spend so much time with you because you’re his favourite person :)

farah

gushes about you around base

like literally brags

“yeah that’s cool alex, but have you seen my girlfriend?” / “yes. as a matter of fact we all have”

rerun nights? rerun nights

will rewatch everything you’ve been in with you, face masks, junk food- she wants you to be a normal person outside of your ‘beauty queen standards’ that the company you’re under force onto you

never expects you to uphold those standards around her, she loves you and wants to let you be yourself <3

adores how you look no matter what- her gallery is full of candid shots of you and selfies of the two of you

nights out!!!! loves going out with you, especially if alex comes along because you guys are a triple threat

if you’re not from urzikstan like her, she wants to introduce you to her culture and wants you to do the same, loves cooking traditional meals for you and wants to know everything about your country

her wallet has pictures of you two in a photo booth, it’s her favourite things to show everyone around her

she CRAVES that domestic life with you, but also craves the chaos that comes with your fame

wanna chase paparazzi?? she’s leading the charge and will bark at people- she’s going the full mile

the public love her, they literally adore you two

interacts with your fans a lot too :) she loves watching them go wild when you post a pic of the two of you on a date night

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slugmentality · 3 months ago

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Renaissance Faire TF141 x reader

So I know of tf141 in regency and renaissance eras. But what about these guys just simply going to a good old fashioned, 21 century, Renaissance fair!!! (I did my best for gender neutral!)

TW: sexual content(mild, mdni), more just thought then actual writing. Poor editing

800+ words

These are my first thoughts

Kyle is a nerd, full “garbs” he made more personal as he got more adult money. Majority of his(final) props are handmade but he did buy the fucking coolest custom sword that just scratched that itch. (1,500 he would have burned if he couldnt have it. Money be damned) will do a couple's “garb”, his favorite one is the high fae (gaz)/wood elf (you). His favorite solo garb is his wendigo full suit, he gets the most pictures and likes chasing/scaring people as they pass. Mostly there for the vibes and to nerd out and forget about the world for a few hours. Knows how to sew. At the end of the day, he's the best to decompress with, talking about the day and all the cool things you did together. Showering together and rubbing circulation back to any body part that might need it and then some.

Johnny is kinda easy, full kilt, but shirts come off once he gets through the gate. Has on viking war paint on his face, patchy streaks across his face. He's getting a huge viking inspired Henna tattoo on his chest, arm, shoulder? One big ass one over it all? Two people worked on it, took 45 mins, and was a little patchy in the staining, he obviously didn’t leave it alone long enough. Plays all the battle games, wins the strong man category. Braided mohawk, whether it's you or a vendor, yes. Fucking loves showing off to his pretty elf, prince/princess, or really anything you want to be. Unless you match him the most couple thing will probably be matching hair ornaments. Wants a war ax, but by year three, he gets it. He's still as horny as he is anyday, eating you out under your pretty skirt, smearing some of the paint on his face on your thighs. And with a raging boner for the majority of the day, watching you watch him, he's begging for a handjob on the way home, after winning the strong man award, he's got you in a full nelson, right in front of the full length mirror.

Johnny and his bird got Simon to go. First year he is not dressing up or buying himself anything. When his bird falls in love with the fair he's taking them to get fitting for the costume they want. Likes that everyone there is a little weird, hates how hot it is. You're going to be fanning this man like a king so he doesn't get heat stroke but get a nice shady corner at one of the shows and he finds you enjoying yourself. Year two, wore his eye paint over his eye and forehead, got a kilt from Johnny the Christmas before, black, and a thin poet shirt. Big scary dog energy and fuck does her look good. You're definitely late due to a last minute blowjob. He finds out why johnny likes kilt so much, easiest fucking access. The handiest, tugging you around more than letting you lead. Won the ax throwing. Again he's got his hand on you, if you've got a lot to your costume, hes telling you to start taking it off when you get to the car when you leave, the chemise is fine, perfect even.

John Price goes because his partner likes going, walking in normal and walking out a changed man. He found a dragon shoulder puppet two hours in. Made a home at the hookah lounge. Fucking loves his pretty love gorgouse and happy, so its a no brainer that your his favrote part but also looks around at all the cool costumes and wants to participate with you. Is either a dragon rider or the dragon itself. Will need the most help getting ready, his makeup is slay though. Likes picking out home decor the most with you, will not admit it out loud how much he loves the dragon hoard your home is slowly becoming as each year passes. Speaking of, once you're home with all your new trinkets, he's got in bed, talking about finally having his favorite treasure back where it belongs, satisfied under him.

They compete at the ax throwing. Simon and John are most likely to stand in line for food while you watch a show. Johnny doesn't want to be alone for that long and Kyle gets the meal and show instead of the vendors. They all fuck with the music, idk its good and they get it.

#kyle gaz x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #simon ghost riley smut #john price x reader #john price smut #cod smut #renaissance #fair #im forcing myself to post this #first real original post and I'm scared #john soap mactavish smut #kyle gaz Garrick smut #simon riley x reader

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mordredisacoolname · 8 months ago

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Could you do FEAR STREET characters reacting to male! Reader being a badass in front of others but soft and shy with them?

Love Your contento btw <3

Hey, sorry it took so long, I'm very busy but I try to dedicate as much time as I can to writing, hope you like it

FEAR STREET HEADCANONS - BEING BADASS WITH OTHERS BUT SOFT WITH THEM

MALE READER

Characters: Kate, Simon, Ziggy, Cindy, Nick

Sorry I ran out of inspiration for tommy and alice

CW: maybe some curse words here and there

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Kate

-what made her interested in you in the first place was your strong personality

-she loves how you always stand up for yourself and others and never let anyone walk over you

-you became friends with simon, and sometimes hang out with the rest of the group

-you became close with Deena, which was hard to do

-kate decided to find out why does her friends like you so much

-she invited you to babysit with her, which was odd, but you didn't complain

-she saw how sweet you were with the kids

-it surprised her, given how you act in public

-she decided she likes that part if you too

-when you started dating everyone saw you as a power couple

-never daring to mess with you

-when the two of you hang out alone you were always gentle with her

-wraping your hand around her when cuddling

-playing with her hand

-always complimenting her

-she liked that she was the only one who gets to see this part of you

Simon

-you were the new worker at the pharmacy

-at first he thought you were scary, having resting bitch face

-never tolerating any bullshit from costumers

-of someone made a scene you stayed unphased, answering passive aggressively so said costumers would know how you feel but won't get you fired

-her was attracted to this, to you

-one of the many shifts you worked together were obnoxiously slow

-so he decided to chat you up

-finally

-two his surprise you had a great humor, and laughed at all of his jokes

-you were soft spoken with him

-next shift you even complimented him

-you started hanging out outside of work, and one day you just kissed

-you were high, but after you sobered up you told him you still wanted to explore things with him

-you stroked his hair, or gave him a gentle kiss, and he was surprised every single time

-he felt proud, that you felt comfortable enough with him to be yourself

Ziggy

-you became best friends the second you both stepped in the camp

-she Sunnyvales were mocking you

-you opened you mouth and so many insults flew out of it

-even Ziggy was flabbergasted

-she instantly took liking to you

-the same day she approached you and asked you if you want to help her with a prank

-of course you said yes

-you were inseparable

-doing everything together

-even sheila was scared to touch you when you were together

-you were both comfortable with each other, but it took you both a little time to complete open up

-ziggy thought that if she'll show her softness you would laugh at her

-but what she didn't expect was you making soft gestures at her first

-you sat in her cabin on the floor, backs leaning on the bed

-she was still eating the pastry you stall from the kitchen, and her hair stuck to her mouth

-so you gently wiped it away and tucked it behind her ear

-she looked at you shocked, but than smiled and continued eating

-later that night you somehow ended up laying on the floor, opposite to each other

-there was a comfortable silence

-ziggy sat up, scooching closer to you

-you made eye contact for a minute

-and than she kissed you

-its was quick, and Ziggy had a questioning waiting look on her face, waiting to see how you react

-you also sat up, touching your palm to her cheek and kissing her

-you decided to keep it casual on the outside

-no body had to know what you do behind closed doors

-of course Cindy picked up the moment you stepped out of the cabin

-oh how much more trouble will be coming to the camp

Cindy

-the first time she noticed you was at breakfast

-the Sunnyvale leaders were announcing something and you boo'd them

-they insulted you, but you didn't stay silent

-you made a snarky comment

-making shadyside laugh

-not just then, but every time you had a comeback

-you didn't let yourself get bullied

-you were strong and witty

-so Cindy had a hate love opinion on you

-she admired how you were never scared

-but also thought you were reckless

-you didn't talk much, but one night you had to do chores together

-she barley spoke to you

-when a younger shadysider came in to ask something

-you were so gentle with them

-you asked them what's wrong and reassured them that's ok

-after helping them you went back to work

-after that Cindy decided she misjudged you

-when made effort to talk to you more, and even defended you sometimes

-one night someone insulted her, and you defended her, making the person look stupid and just plain mean

-she later came to your cabin, thanking you

-you offered her to come in and hang out for a bit

-despite what she thought she actually really enjoyed your time together

-you started hanging out a lot, and after two weeks you decided you were tired of waiting and just confessed to her

-she was silent, and you were afraid you overstepped

-before you had the chance to apologize she leaned forward and kissed you

-a sweet and soft kiss

-she encouraged you to be more "soft" on the outside

-but she secretly enjoys every comeback of yours

-she's proud of you for standing up for yourself and your people

-she would never admit it but it turned her on

Nick

-you were in trouble again

-arguing with his younger brother

-so he tried handling it

-"I don't need your help thank you very much"

-after he came to tell you to behave, or you'll be thrown out

-you just blankly stared at him and walked away, leaving him confused

-he thought you were emotionless

-but than he saw you playing water war with the younger kids, laughing about "losing"

-after a particularly messy dinner, caused by Sunnyvales they forced you to clean it all up by yourself

-so he came to help you

-he were an asshole sure, but he was fair

-you silently cleaned the floor

-"thanks" you said

-not ashamed to accept help this time

-"why do you always get in trouble with my brother, you know if something happens they'll believe him"

-"I can't let you win, you already think we're weak losers, I gotta stand up for myself"

-the next few days you had brief interactions

- acknowledging each other and saying hi

-while you were playing a game, Sunnyvales vs shadysiders, you caught him hiding

-"c'mon sunny boy let's get you to jail"

-he stood up from his hiding place

-you stared at each other, not moving

-you though he's going to attempt to escape but instead he just kissed you hard

-you leaned into the kiss, who slowly turned slow and soft

-he pulled away "you know, I don't think they'll notice us missing for a bit" he smiled at you

-you ended up spending the whole night together

-trying to explain in the morning that you're both just that good at hiding

-you both knew that wasn't true

-you spend almost all the time together

-hiding from others

-snicking glances and touches

-at day you pretended to hate each other, lightly insulting each other

-but at night, when you were all alone, you say together quietly talking

-you were the first person nick could open up to, and he was yours

-you became each other's comfort

-he decided he can never lose you, and he'll do anything to keep you with him

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #headcanons #fear street #kate Schmidt x reader #simon kalivoda x reader #ziggy berman x reader #cindy burman x reader #nick goode x reader #fear street x reader

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heyftinally · 2 months ago

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No, okay, actually I am going to write this rant.

The rupaulification of drag has directly contributed to why Chappell Roan is getting so much backlash for having basic boundaries.

Do y'all realize that one of the original ideas behind drag personas was that people could entirely separate their "real" (out of drag) life from their drag life?

It used to be unsafe to do drag. It used to be illegal. You could very easily be murdered for it, and nobody would even care because it was so stigmatized. Drag personas gave performers the much needed separation and safety between their two worlds. So long as nobody knew that Charles in accounting moonlit as Miss Betty Cocker, his job was safe.

Even in modern live drag you rarely see anything that breaks the immersion. Putting on and taking off drag happens backstage or at home. Performers exclusively go by their stage names while around audience members. Even the ones with social media followings who *do* share their non-drag names will ask fans to call them by their drag name exclusively (Trixie Mattell has said this before - the only people allowed to call her by her birth name are her parents and her lover).

But RuPaul, in seeking to spotlight the often unseen and unknown culture of the drag (and queer) community, simultaneously put queen's non-drag lives in the public eye as well.

Suddenly it's normal (when watching the show) to see Trixie labeled as "Brian" while in confessional. It's normal to see performers in their sweats and no makeup prior to performing. And it's normal for that part of their reality to be broadcast for public consumption.

As a dancer, let me give you a brief look at a show day for me. I'll show up to the show venue 2-3hrs before the show starts, wearing sweats or leggings, hair in a messy bun or ponytail, no makeup, with a bunch of bags.

In that 2-3hrs I'll warm up, do my hair and makeup, get into my first costume, and practice anything I want or need to review. The preparation for this is not inherently glamorous. It's work. It's a large mental load preparing to have an entire room full of people to look at you - especially when they've PAID to do so.

I don't want to be bothered during that prep time by anything that isn't directly to do with the show, because I'm focused on doing what I need to do to put on a good show, the same way any athlete has to "get in the zone" before a game. Would you expect to chat with Simone Biles 10min before she's about to take to the beam? I certainly hope not.

In the same way, RuPaul began televising that preparation process - what used to be relatively private time with friends and colleagues is now as much of a performance as what happens on stage.

So how does this relate to Chappell?

It's the same principle.

"Chappell Roan" is a drag persona. That's not her name at the grocery store, nor is it how she dresses to do so.

In the same way drag used to allow Charles to step into the office and be unknown as Betty, Chappell has attempted to follow in that tradition. And, outside of RuPaul, that's still how drag works. If you go to your local drag scene, you likely will never know who Sexon Thebeache is out of drag. You'll probably never know her name, what she looks like, or what she does for work outside of drag. Because that's how she wants it, and that's what's normal in the culture.

But because Chappell has taken her drag to "RuPaul" levels of publicity and notoriety, people feel entitled to engage with her in the same way RuPaul promotes engaging with the queens on Drag Race.

So when Chappell says "I don't want to take selfies when I'm not in drag", fans take it as a personal attack because there is no longer a respect for that separation of "drag" and "not drag". That line has been blurred on tv and online - where most people engage with most or all of their drag consumption - and thus the line irl has also been blurred.

It's not normal to know every single minute of someone's life. Taylor Swift is just as much at fault, and I could write a whole other rant on that.

It's long past time people take a hard look at their parasocial relationships and start trying to see celebrities as *people* instead of names that sing or act.

Let celebrities have their boundaries. They already get so few in the industry - basic human decency shouldn't be an expected sacrifice just because a lot of people like what you do.

#chappell roan #rupaul's drag race #rupaul #rupaul critical #the rupaulification of drag #rant #taylor swift critical

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hyperactively-me · 1 year ago

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happy (belated) halloween 🧛‍♀️🎃🍂

He whistles appreciatively, unabashedly raking over your form. "I might just have to keep you all to myself tonight." His hands reach out to grab your hips, hands gliding up and down your body. One hand travels down to the top of your thigh highs, playing with the little bow at the top. Slowly, he pushes his fingers under the thin, partially see through fabric, pressing his nails into the flesh of your thighs. Your face grows warm as you playfully swat his arm, squirming under his touch. "As tempting as that sounds, I can't."

tumblr was a bitch and deleted half of my draft, so i had to rewrite the second half of the fic unfortunately, which is why this is posted past halloween lol. ok lemme explain myself. i wrote this solely for myself (what can i say, i had to indulge my thoughts!). this is extremely self-indulgent and self-serving. the costume described here is quite literally the exact costume i wore for halloween...shenanigans...i went to (shoutout spirit halloween). i was honestly really feelin' myself when wearing it sooooooooo...this tiny little minuscule thought popped into my mind and. yeah. here we are now! i mean, since it's literally based off something i wore, it's not gonna be perfectly written in the sense that it doesn't have physical descriptors, such as hair descriptions and mentions of blushing. take that as you will. happy reading ;)

warnings: smut

You glance at the clock, realizing it's almost time to head to your friend's Halloween party. You had picked out a rather...showy...vampire costume; a very lacy black corset top, a black micro skirt with a slit up the side, black thigh highs with bows, black lacy fingerless gloves, and a black ribbon choker. You slipped your costume on with ease, the full outfit accentuating your body in all the right places. You dab some fake blood on your throat and top of your chest and cleavage, adding to the "vampire-ness" of the costume.

As you sit at your vanity, you meticulously apply your makeup, darkening your eyes with deep, smoky makeup. Simon had just walked into your shared bedroom, bringing a load of his laundry from the washer. As he set down the load on the bed, he takes a good long look at you from the open door of the bathroom. With a grunt, he approaches the threshold of the bathroom door, eyes fixated on your form. He leans against the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Lookin' good, love," he says, his voice low and husky.

You catch his gaze in the mirror, and the intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine.

"You think so?" you ask, a playful grin forming on your lips as you adjust your hair.

Simon steps up to you, his hand brushing against your arm.

"Are you sure you have to go?" he punctuates his words with a little whine, and you can't help but smile, shaking your head.

You finish the look with a set of fangs and bright red lipstick. A final touch of fake blood dribbles from the corner of your lip down to your chin. With a contended sigh, you stand up from your vanity chair, turning to face Simon.

"Yes, I have to go right now, actually," you say. "Final product, how does it look?"

You give him a twirl, stopping in front of him with a little flourish.

He whistles appreciatively, unabashedly raking over your form. "I might just have to keep you all to myself tonight."

His hands reach out to grab your hips, hands gliding up and down your body. One hand travels down to the top of your thigh highs, playing with the little bow at the top. Slowly, he pushes his fingers under the thin, partially see through fabric, pressing his nails into the flesh of your thighs.

Your face grows warm as you playfully swat his arm, squirming under his touch. "As tempting as that sounds, I can't."

Simon smirks, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you up against him. "I was thinking we could have our own little party right here." His hands slip under your skirt to cup your ass, squeezing it hard. Your skirt practically showed your entire ass off, the edge of the fabric resting just under the curve of your ass.

You blink once, twice. With a little giggle and a sigh, you shake your head. "I promised my friends I'd be there."

Simon groans, his gaze lingering on you. "You're breakin' my heart, you know that?" he says, his tone dripping with mock sadness.

You laugh, the warmth of his embrace making it difficult to resist him. "It's just for a few hours, you big baby."

He leans in, his lips grazing your neck. "Yeah, a few hours I'll be waitin' for you to come home 'til I can fuck you nice 'n hard," he murmurs, his breath sending a shiver through you. His lips linger on your skin, teasingly tracing the line of your jaw.

You let out a soft sigh, squeezing your thighs together.

"I- I have to go," you stutter out, trying to fight the heat creeping up your cheeks.

He drops his head on your shoulder for a moment and kisses your shoulder. Reluctantly, Simon releases his hold on you. "Alright, have fun, love. But remember, I'll be countin' the milliseconds until you're back."

You wiggle your eyebrows playfully at him as you reach over to grab your purse.

He follows you to the front door like a puppy, hand grazing the small of your back. He leans against the doorway, crossing his arms and giving you the best impression of someone who's been abandoned.

Before you can fully open the door, he's grabbing your wrist, yanking you into him just so he could cop another feel. The door clicks shut behind you, and you find yourself pressed against it. Simon's hands slide from your wrist to your waist, pulling you even closer. His lips meet yours in a hungry kiss, which you happily return. Bits of your fresh red lipstick lingers on his lips as you pull away finally, really needing to leave.

"Later tonight," you tease, pushing his chest gently. "I gotta go, seriously. I'll text you when I get there. You have my location."

Simon pouts in front of you, a last ditch attempt at getting you to stay.

"I'll only be gone for a couple hours, then you can do whatever you want to me," you whisper seductively in his ear.

Simon swallows thickly, nodding his head as he finally lets you go.

With that, you press up onto your toes to kiss his cheek goodbye, leaving a red lipstick stain in your wake.

"Lock the door after me, please?" you call over your shoulder as you push open the front door.

"'Course. You have everything you need?" he questions, pointing to your purse. Of course, when you first got together, he made you start carrying pepper spray and a pocket knife.

"Yeah, all set. Alright, see you later, Si," you shout back, heading toward your friend's car parked outside.

The brisk autumn air is a sharp contrast to the heated moment you had just left behind. God. That man. Insatiable, I tell you.

As you make your way to the party, your mind is a whirlwind of anticipation. The remnants of Simon's kiss lingers on your lips, and you can't help but think about what he whispered so seductively into your ear.

Arriving at the party, you're greeted by the pulsating beat of music, laughter, and the unmistakable scent of Halloween in the air. Your friends cheer at your entrance, gushing over your vampire costume. The atmosphere is infectious, and you find yourself losing track of time as you immerse yourself in the party.

At one point, your phone buzzes with a message from Simon. You think you're going to pass out when you open your phone with full brightness. You scramble to turn it down, biting your lip as you take in the sight before you. He was describing in heavy detail what he had in store for you when you got home. The anticipation builds with each passing moment, and you can't help but steal glances at the clock, eager for the party to wind down.

As the hours slip away, you decide it's time to take your leave. Your goodbyes are filled with promises of future hangouts. You assure your friends that you had an amazing time, and with a giddy grin, you head back home, stomach fluttering with anticipation.

. . .

As you unlock the front door, you're met with a dark house, save for the lamplight streaming from the living room.

"Hey, baby, I'm home," you call out, dropping your purse on a nearby table while slipping your shoes off by the front door.

The moment Simon hears your voice, he’s stumbling over his own feet getting up from the couch.

Immediately he’s on you, hands grabbing fervently at your waist. He leans down and presses a firm kiss on your lips. He slowly walks you back into the front door, pushing you up against the firm wood. You melt into the warmth of his body, gently brushing your lips against his. He makes a low sound from his throat in reaction, using his hand to keep your jaw open while he licks deep into your mouth with his tongue.

“Been waitin’ all night for you,” he mumbles in between kisses. You instinctively grab his shoulders, mewling into his mouth as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. His fingers start to dig into your flesh, pressing under the hem of your corset.

"Mm, were you on the couch in the dark?" you question, panting slightly as you pull away, letting your head rest on the door behind you.

His hands tighten around your waist as he breaks the kiss, a smirk playing on his lips. "Lost track of time, thinkin' about what was waiting for me," he admits, his voice low and filled with desire.

You let out a breathy chuckle, swiping your finger over the remnants of your kiss on his cheek a few hours ago.

"You gonna explain your little texts to me, or?" you tease gently, tracing your finger down to the corner of his lip.

"Rather just show you, love," he exclaims, taking your wrist in his hold. Without hesitating, he takes the edge of your lacy fingerless glove in his teeth, and slowly pulls it up and off your hand. You stare up at him, mouth agape as he takes your other hand, repeating the action, this time more slowly. If that was even possible. Not once does he break eye contact, raising his eyebrows at your now heated expression.

"Hmm," he hums, dropping the gloves between his teeth to the floor. He takes your chin in between his fingers, thumb tracing the dried fake blood trailing from your lip to your chin.

Before you can say anything, he's unceremoniously throwing you over his shoulder, your arms dangling down his back. You squeal in surprise, hands searching for stability on his waist.

One arm fastens around the back of your knees, keeping you propped up over his shoulder. His hand brushes over the top of one of your thigh highs, pulling the fabric higher over your thigh. His free hand comes up to grope your ass, now fully on display, no thanks to your skirt.

"Teasin' me in this little get-up you have on, aren't ya, darlin'? Like a goddamn present, wrapped s' prettily f'me."

Your pussy clenches at his words, the need for him to touch you increasing by the second.

"Simon—" you try to say, but instead he bites your hip. You gasp in response, nails digging into his skin harshly. He smooths over the bite with his hot tongue, pressing a sloppy kiss over it. Wetness starts to pool in the fabric of your panties, your vision getting a little dizzy from the way he's rubbing his hand over your ass, the way his tongue left a wet spot on the fleshy curve of your hip.

"Be a good girl f'me, yeah?" he says huskily. "'M makin’ good on my promise."

He practically kicks down your bedroom door, his patience wearing thin the more you wriggle in his grasp. Simon body slams you (affectionately) onto the bed with a grunt, wasting no time to crawl over you.

"Gonna fuck you how you deserve," he promises, his hands ghosting from your legs to your shoulders, pushing back stray strands of hair away from your skin.

Simon pushes down the lace cupping your cleavage, strong and large hands butterfly out across your chest, squeezing the pillowy flesh of your breasts.

"Yes, like that," you encourage, rolling your neck out to relax.

He lowers his head down, lapping his tongue over your nipple. His other hand massages the supple skin of your breast. You moan lightly as he gently grazes his teeth over your skin, his other hand pinching your nipple.

You press your hands up against his chest, balling his black t-shirt in your hands. With a quick breath, you lift your knee up and press it into the crotch of his sweats, making him groan unabashedly. He falters slightly, nearly stuttering to a stop as he gasps from the pressure. You lean up to press a kiss to his jaw, moving your way up to bite his ear lobe with a tug, the fake fangs pressing sharply into the flesh.

"F- fuck," he mutters, squeezing the flesh of your hips.

You slide your hand under the waistband of his sweats and grab his half-hard cock.

"Fuckin' hell,” he groans, letting his head droop. “Y- you little minx.”

He grabs your hand holding his cock, and pumps himself once, twice, before he’s shuddering over you.

“F- fuckkk,” he groans, coming back down to kiss you hard. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling the short strands gently at the base of his neck.

With new resolve, he shoves you over onto your stomach, straddling you as his fingers hurriedly fiddle with the metal hooks that kept your corset firm around your torso.

"Don't you dare rip this corset Simon Riley," you warn, reaching a hand behind you. In a flash, he's pinning your hand back to the bed, pressing his knee just hard enough on your wrist to keep it down.

"Fuckin'— how the fuck do you take this thing off—?" he grunts, yanking at the metal hooks impatiently. He fiddles with it for a moment more then starts to unsnap the hooks, successfully freeing you from the corset.

"Goddamn difficult f'r no reason—" he mumbles to himself as he flips you back onto your back, pushing your corset onto the floor. You let out a giggle. "Awww, big guy had a hard time takin' off a little top?" you tease, stroking his cheek.

"Damn hooks," he grumbles, shaking his head with a smirk as he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. His hands come back up to grope your breasts as he kisses deep into your mouth, barely coming up enough for oxygen.

He reaches around you to fumble with the zipper of your micro skirt, deftly dragging the zipper down the moment he grasps onto it. In one fluid motion, he slides your skirt down your hips and off your legs, tossing it onto the floor. You squeeze your thighs together in anticipation, emitting a soft, low moan.

"You look so fuckin' good like this," he mumbles, gripping your knees and wrenching your legs apart, allowing your knees to rest on his sides.

He takes a ragged breath as his hands ghost over the thin, lacy waistband of your black thong. You watch intently as he drags his fingers down to your core, pressing into the bottom of your panties firmly. You're soaking.

"Fuck, you know what you're doin' to me, lovie?" he groans, hooking a finger under the waistband. Slowly, he drags your panties down your thighs and off your ankles.

He whispers, "You're trouble, you know that?" with a grin.

You flush at his words, whimpering ever so quietly as he runs his calloused palms up your thighs.

"J- just touch me already," you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist and yanking him closer to you.

"Almost, pretty girl," he says, lowering himself to your thighs, "let me enjoy this."

You're dripping onto the sheets at this point, the anticipation eating away at you. He was taking his sweet, sweet time. Can't rush a stubborn man.

Simon starts to leave open mouthed kisses on the curve of your hip, drool messily dripping down your flesh. He nips at your skin, dragging his nose across the slope of your upper thigh before catching the edge of your thigh high in his teeth.

"S- Simon," you beg, grabbing onto his head. He hasn't even touched you where you needed him most, yet you're already begging him. Simon doesn't respond, ignoring the way you're calling out for him.

He drags your stocking all the way down to your ankle, slipping it off with ease.

"Hmm," he hums contentedly, running his palm up your now bare leg.

He grabs your other clothed leg, hand grabbing your ankle gingerly, fingers ghosting over the tops of your thigh high. He plays with the bow one last time before slipping his fingers under the thin fabric, digging into the flesh of your thigh.

"Fuckin' hell, lovie,” he breathes as he slips your other stocking off your leg. You're quivering from desire, practically gasping for air as he teases your now bare skin.

Before you can beg him to touch you, he's lowering his head to your soaking core. You’re promptly cut off by your own gasp when his hot, expert tongue presses into your clit.

You clench around nothing from how fucking bad you needed him on your aching cunt. The garbled moan you let out is obscene, desperate and worked up from his prior touching and teasing. His mouth is an incinerator against your slick folds, tongue lapping at the velvet of your folds like a man starved. He hums low in his throat as you squeeze your thighs around his head, back arching as his hands squeeze your thighs.

“Si- oh, fuck—” you moan, words dissipating from your lips as he presses into your clit again.

His fingers dig into your thighs as they tighten around his head, his tongue swirling around your clit like its his day job. You push your hips against his mouth, seeking him out for more.

You moan again as his nose pushes against your sensitive spot whilst is tongue gently pushes inside your hole. He's slow, methodically licking your pussy, humming at your sounds.

You nearly pass out when he pushes two of his thick, calloused fingers deep inside your cunt.

“Oh—f-fuck— Simon,” you moan, burying your fingers in his cropped hair in an attempt to ground yourself.

He growls as you blabber, curling his fingers upwards into your walls. Your cunt pulses around his fingers, aching for more.

"I- you—," you mutter, trying to convey how fucking good he's making you feel right now.

He pulls his fingers almost all the way out, leaving just his fingertips in, just before pushing them all the way back in. He relishes in the way you mewl from just his touch, letting out a breathy chuckle at the way you push your hips farther onto him. Suddenly, he's repeating the action, pumping his fingers over and over inside you until you're practically crying for more.

"I- I need—"

"What do you need, lovie?" he questions innocently, curling his fingers upwards again.

"I- I need you to fuck me—"

"Am I not fucking you with my fingers?" he growls, reaching up to grip your jaw. His fingers start to work themselves faster in you, reaching his thumb to circle your clit. Suddenly, he latches his mouth back on your core, driving his tongue between your folds as if he's trying to split you in half on his tongue.

The way he's latched onto you causes you to see stars, and the oh so familiar feeling of an orgasm comes rushing upon you.

"You—" you garble, your muscles pulling tight in your core. “I-I’m gonna cum,” you breathe, yanking at his hair again in encouragement, to push you over the edge.

The moment he hums against you, the vibration against your clit pushes you straight over the edge. He moves straight to your clit the moment you let go, fingers curling to coax it out of you.

A strangled cry falls from your lips when your orgasm tears through you, the stimulation all too much. Your back arches with your release, toes curling at the sensation. Simon laps up your cum on his tongue, swallowing it like it's the first thing he's drank in days.

"Good girl," he breathes, removing himself from your cunt. "So beautiful," he mumbles, coming up to kiss you. He drags his tongue down to your neck, then comes back up to suck your juices off his fingers in a lewd display.

You swallow thickly, chest heaving watching the way his tongue laps up your slick off his fingers. You thread your fingers together over the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss you again. Your legs pressing into him feels so delicious, the way you're beckoning him to you. You feel so good, so soft against him that he can't hold himself back from humping you. He's going to go fucking crazy.

"C- can't wait any longer," Simon grunts, yanking down his sweats at lightning speed. His cock slaps up against his lower stomach, hard and pulsing.

A surge of heat courses through your veins, igniting every inch of your being.

"Gonna— fuckin' lose my damn mind," he groans as he lines up with your entrance, noting the way your hole is still dripping.

His strong hands move you, pulling your legs up and outwards. The tip of his girthy cock prods at your entrance, his arm coming up to cradle your head.

"J- just fuck me," you groan, bucking your hips upwards. The moment you rock against him, he's pushing his cock inside you. You both groan at the sensation, the way his cock stretches and pulls you open so nicely. He groans as you swallow him whole, your cunt sucking him in so greedily.

"S- so fuckin' sexy under me like this, lovie," he pants, resting his forehead on yours for a brief moment.

You quiver at the way his cock stretches you open, and you try to speak, but you can't. Simon took his time running his palms over your body, feeling you up. You whimper needily, rolling your hips against him, and it was enough to get him to start moving.

His hips snap against yours, fast and rough. He's relentless, fucking you into the mattress with a strength that only he possesses. He pulls out almost all the way, then pushes back in rapidly. You feel as though the wind is knocked out of your lungs when his hand traces up your thigh to press into your clit.

He strong frame presses against yours, craving closeness. Sweat starts to drip from his forehead, his front strands of hair matting to his forehead. The sight alone could make you cum. His arms flex as he moves his hands to get a bruising grip on your hips. You moan at the way he's rutting into you, acting like a starving man who's been craving pussy.

"Thas' it, lovie," he grunts, watching the way you take his cock so nicely.

"S- so good," you manage to say, squirming under his hold. You instinctively bring your hand down to play with your clit, and in a flash, he's taking your hand away and replacing it with his own, thumb rubbing against it.

"F- fuck, you can barely even speak you're so—" he stutters when you clench around his cock from him playing with your clit.

His thrusts are still going hard, chasing after you with each movement. Simon's pace didn’t let up, the desire to make you feel so good heightening.

"Simon," you moan grabbing at his arms. You can't help but roll your hips again, encouraging him further.

"Thas' right. Say my name," Simon's tone drips with praise, and it makes you shiver, clenching around his cock. He groans again, nearly stuttering to a stop at the action.

Each brush of his fingers against your clit brings to life another orgasm, the muscles in your lower abdomen pulling already. The air is filled with your moans and whimpers and Simon's guttural grunts. He's starved, so extremely needy, and he needed you.

"Simon—" you gasp, "—gonna cum—," digging your nails into his skin.

You watch his eyes meet yours, his pupils blown with lust. His lips meet yours in a kiss, his thrusts turning sloppy.

Your orgasm pierces you like a bolt of electricity, your muscles contracting and draining every last ounce of rationality from your thoughts. You cum hard, seeing stars in your vision, laying there weakly afterwards and let him keep fucking into you, chasing his own high.

"Good girl," he hisses, a sharp intake breath, and his own orgasm chases yours. His hand leaves your clit to grab your hip. His momentum is even, but he's panting, visibly overcome by pleasure. Simon shudders as he buries himself deep within you, his cock pressed against your cervix as he empties himself inside you.

Still catching your breath, you pull him down on top of you to kiss you. He falls on top of you, his chest pressed flush against yours.

"You're perfect," you mumble after a pause. "Treat me so well."

You brush your hands through his hair, massaging his scalp.

He sighs, chuckling lightly as he catches his own breath. He shoves his face in the crook of your neck, allowing you to caress him.

"So gorgeous," he murmurs back, leaning up to capture your lips in a kiss again.

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