#simon angell

[musouie]

sending simon a “care package” while he’s on deployment, but in lieu of non-perishable food and toiletries, you send him erotic photos and his favourite pair of your lace knickers.

he thanks you the following afternoon with a string of blurry videos of him jerking off in his bunk, muffled moans escaping clamped lips and a massive, veiny hand pumping his flushed cock.

when he comes, his meaty thighs tremble, as does the camera. you don’t see much, save for the splatter of white against his skin as he groans and sighs — a bestial thing ripped from his throat — and your knickers wrapped around him.

and when he returns from deployment, with pallor skin and sunken eyes, he leaves no room for you to question what could be wrong — because the second he enters your home, he’s forcing you against the wall and fucking your starved cunt for as long as he can manage, making up for all those precious months lost :(

masterlist <3 . . . newest feral!simon

[luxbunn]

oh whatever shall i do ౨ৎ

[sai-int]

simon riley who's a nasty, nasty dog.

simon riley who rips his pants off the second he's through the door, already bulging painfully in his cotton jeans. without a word, he yanks his pants down, his cock springing free with a dribble of pre. he grabs you by the scruff of your neck, rubbing himself all over your cheeks and lips, making them glisten. "this what y'been waiting for, huh? dirty fuckin' slag." he flips you onto your back, his strength overwhelming as he hangs your head off the edge of the bed, positioning you perfectly and shoving his cock down your throat, watching it stretch as he thrusts.

"look at ya, takin’ it like y'made for it." when he finally pulls out, your lips are swollen, your throat raw, but he’s not done. he fists his cock just to paint your face with hot ropes of cum. with one rough hand, he grips your jaw, tilting your face to meet his. be leans in, licking his own release from your cheeks before leaning over you and spitting it onto your cunt.

"spread 'em. only made t' take this cock. ain't that right sweetheart?"

[shotmrmiller]

your superior finding out about the secret praise kink you didn't know had a name because you'd always been called an over achiever, a goody two shoes. never gave anyone any trouble, nose burrowed in a book since you had knobby knees and a library card.

you'd thought it normal that the apples of your cheeks burned when praised after giving your teacher the drawing you'd made for them the night before. that heat spread from the center of your chest up when your first boyfriend/girlfriend whistled at the sight of you outside of uniform. that warmth settles in your belly when you get a pat on the back from your platoon leader firm enough to force the air out of your lungs because you'd disassembled and cleaned a glock with the ease of a professional.

apparently it wasn't.

after weeks of training with the fabled task force, weeks of sharing elbow room with the team, weeks of soaking up the dizzying praise from the captain ("did real good out there, eh? can always count on you." you didn't question the throb betwixt your thighs, taking care of it with a cute little bullet like you've always done since joining the military)

you're confronted by the worst of the lot. ghost catches you in a break room, your back to him, hands clutching a cup of coffee that's more sludge than liquid, its warmth barely seeping through the styrofoam.

his figure fills the doorway, shoulders nearly brushing the frame. your first thought is that his brows aren't twisted together and he lacks that cold, blank look in his eyes so your death isn't in the nearest of futures. the second is that when he's not fully covering his face, the outline of his jaw is quite visible, looking sharp enough to cut.

then he crosses his sculpted arms over his chest, seams straining against the expanse of his muscles, head tipped to the side.

he moves with the keen curiosity of a predator sniffing around a newborn fawn, gaze intense yet inquisitive, assessing your every detail with a menacing interest.

"you ever gonna tell me you've a praise kink, bird?" the question sends a chill through your veins before turning into a fiery rush as it races at twice the normal speed.

praise kink? no. surely not. doesn't everyone like to receive compliments?

"sure. i don't mind gettin' told i've an impressive cock but that's bed talk. you look ready to bend over 'nd show us how slick tha' pretty cunt can get over a rufflin' of hair and a couple of empty words."

that has you positively reeling, fingertips cracking the cup in your hands, pulse on your neck fluttering. you feel a cornered, skittish animal, ready to flee lest your life come to an end in his maws.

but as usual, the cruel man more creature than person, twists the knife he's dug into you with a certain ruthlessness only he can muster.

"so be good for me, eh? love your praise? earn it."

you've always been an over achiever, proven once again by the way you take him to the root in one long, broad stroke with any complaints at the sheer size of him resting firmly behind your clenched teeth.

"tight little thing, spread open over me like you were meant for it. for me." he runs a gloved thumb over your swollen bottom lip. "there's tha' look. drivin' me bloody insane when you gave kyle tha' molten gaze. none o' tha' now, yeah?"

he creeps his ungloved hand down to circle your pearl with the spit-slick pads of his fingers, drawing in a sharp breath when your walls flutter and constrict around his cock at the feel of something other than your toy giving you the relief you need after a hard day's work.

"bloody fuckin' 'ell."

ghost claims a fistful of hair, pulling you closer to him, his breath warming the stinging, throbbing mark he bit onto the delicate skin of your neck. the shuffling of feet right outside the door snap you out of your daze, fingernails sinking into the bulging muscle of his chest but he has none of it.

he uses your hair to direct your focus back onto him and even though he'd only given you a leading tug you felt some strands of your hair come off with a pop.

"easy. can't see your pretty face when i'm fuckin' ya if your lookin' away."

your expression twists into what you hope is bliss when he bucks his hips, your whimper drowning out his groan when he hits on something new.

something you want him to keep hitting.

"exactly like i'd thought."

everything else blurs together after that, and only when you're back in your room using a warm cloth to clean yourself up do you remember the other things he'd rumbled.

(inside o' ya, make you mine-)

(-get 'bout bein' with anyone else-)

(-ll to myself-)

you touch your tender pussy with gentle fingers at what he'd said in the end.

(leave tha' f'me, he swipes your hand away, i'll get ya there, pet.)

if price's compliments take a nose dive off a cliff you don't notice because you're getting your daily fill of them and ghost after dinner every night. kyle keeps them to one word and soap likes to tempt fate as always.

[starsofang]

tw: death

oneshot found here!

guardian angel!simon who gets assigned to you later on in your life due to your high risk of dying young

guardian angel!simon who spends every waking moment watching over and protecting you

guardian angel!simon who’s surprised you can see him, and even more surprised that you aren’t scared

guardian angel!simon who makes it his goal to ensure that you live a long life, not allowing you to die in your youth

guardian angel!simon who begins to fall in love with you despite it being forbidden

guardian angel!simon who confesses his feelings against all odds, only to find out you’ve fallen for him too

guardian angel!simon who becomes too blinded by love that he becomes too comfortable, forgetting about his duty in being your protector

guardian angel!simon who holds your dead body in his arms, weeping over his lost love and the future taken away from you because of his greed

fallen angel!simon who is forever separated from where your soul rests in heaven, after being condemned to hell for failing to fulfill his duties in protecting your mortal life

fallen angel!simon who starts a war between the heavens and hell in order to reunite with you once again

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Alternative ending for the game - instead of killing almost everyone, Angel is able to save all of them, bringing them outside. Authorities arrive soon after, and Angel drags all the toys to a nearby hospital in order to patch them up.

It's found family time.

[rusfawna]

[bunnysnared]

"meat is meat. i can butcher it all the same."

[cw knives, blood, implied violence/murder, dark!au] happy spooky szn everyone!! here is a sketch of a butcher!ghost au that @bressynonym has cooked up that i am obsessed with... have a fun and safe halloween everyone!

[vampyrdolll]

[simonz-angel]

just thoughts about simon who likes to light up balls deep.

like you’re over there falling apart on his cock and he’s just flicking up yk. like damn ion even know yall

talking bout pulling you by the throat to his lips, his soft breath pushing the yellowish opaque smoke into your mouth, groaning when your pretty cunt flutters round his cock.

LIKE ION EVEN KNOWW

[musouie]

cw ⊹ ࣪ ˖ mention of/allusion to watersports

you and simon have this little game where he masturbates above you when he’s really pent up after overtime at the base. he’s on his feet all day, hardly has time to even use the lav, substituting meals for cigs, but the second he gets home all he wants is his sweet, little bird.

he’ll free his heavy cock, force you onto your sore knees, and order you to keep your head lolled back and mouth wide like you “often do” (the cheeky bastard). and then he’ll fuck his rough palm, humping into his hand while panting like a dog, pre dribbling down his thick shaft and into the blond curls at its base — and neither of you know whether he’ll piss or cum on your face :(

(“it’s better that way”, he smirks. “makes it more fun ‘cos you won’t ‘spect it.”)

and he’s bent on having fun, bent on reliving himself, getting lost in you — so if his pretty little bird even slightly closes their pretty little mouth, he’ll pry it back open with meaty fingers. work the rugged things into their jaw until it’s wider than it was before —

“be good f’me, hm? jus’ take it all down this pretty throat. you can do tha’, can’t ya’ … for poor lil’ me?”

and you’ll nod fervently, despite the ache in your jaw, the ever-growing dryness in your mouth. but it’s all worth it when his grip on your face slackens and his hold shifts into something akin to … tenderness.

he’ll cradle your chin, hold it like you’re something precious — something scarce, thumb running across your parched bottom-lip.

“tha’s it … jus’ like that,” he’ll murmur, and without warning, something warm’ll hit your lips, splatter into your mouth and down your chin.

it’s only after you risk a taste that you’ll know what it is.

“poor, ‘ungry baby,” simon’ll coo — all sweet words and a half-soothing tone — whilst massaging the fluid across your face with a dirty, calloused thumb.

he’ll look down at you with hooded eyes, blue turned black as he watches you wipe at your chin. “get back in ta’place, ‘m not finished with ya’ yet.”

masterlist <3

[simons-angel]

everyone talks about mask kink simon, but what about simon who *hates* wearing his mask during spicy time. he needs time feel your hands in his hair, freedom to mark your neck and chest and shoulders without the fabric of his balaclava in the way. he needs it in order to get off, and he needs to feel every inch of you he possibly can otherwise he’s just frustrated. simon riley doesn’t let people in easily, and he’s not letting anything happen to you, his absolute treasure, and he’ll spend as much of his time as he can marking you and fucking you like an animal, all the while being grateful he has you. he never wanted anyone else, only you, the only person who gets to see him unmasked physically and emotionally <3

[sai-int]

this struck something in me

The room is dimly lit, as it always is when you have sex with Simon. Shadows dance along the walls as he drives into you with unrelenting precision. Your back arches off the bed, lips parting in whimpers as his thick, throbbing cock hits that devastating spot deep inside you over and over. His hands grip you firmly, grounding you as your vision blurs, your body trembling under the sheer intensity of him. The air between you is electric—raw and consuming.

But then, just as you’re both caught in the heat of it, his low, gravelly voice rumbles softly against your ear.

"Y’know," he mutters, deadpan, "if I keep fuckin' ya this good, reckon y'might end up snorin' as loud as y'did last night."

You freeze for half a second, your brain short-circuiting before a laugh bursts out of you, completely unbidden. You try to hold it in, but it’s no use—you’re shaking with laughter, gasping for breath as Simon's thrusts slow to halt, watching you with the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes.

You manage to choke out between giggles, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He doesn’t respond immediately, just tilts his head with a dry, unimpressed look, though the tiniest smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Just making conversation," he says plainly, as if he hasn’t just shattered the mood entirely.

"Still with me?" he asks, his deep voice a low rumble as his hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your skin. You manage a nod, your breath shaky, and a flicker of satisfaction crosses his face.

"Good," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours. "Now behave."

The words barely register before he thrusts into you again, slow and deliberate, pulling a gasp from your lips as your vision blurs, the intensity making your legs quiver.

mlist | @machveil thanks for the inspo

[unknownn-girl]

why wait for the best when i could have you?

[genderlessdude92]

a reminder to all of those fanfic writers that there are at least 5 in 7 people that are waiting for that next part of that fic to be out

i mainly wrote this for myself i just don’t wanna feel alone,,,

[lostintransist]

Fallen Angel Masterlist

This is won't be a storyline fic, I just need to get some of these random ideas out of my head.

Things of note: reader is asexual but *not* sex averse, will come up. Ghoap will be a side thing but they are all end up loving reader in different ways.

If you have any ideas or scenes you would love to see in this world please feel free to drop them in the comments or hit me up in an ask. I fucking love this work I have created and if it never ends like a sitcom aiming for syndication.

Companion Series: Hell's Spawn

Ceiling, Floor, Door

Meeting Soap

Sore Loser

Gotta Go

Batter Up

Hugs That Heal

Charmed

Grocery Delivery

Iced Coffee & Scary Movies

Something Stupid

Coffee Orders

Sweet Girl

New Glasses

Stutter

When Did It Change?

Really? You'll Wear It?

Nosey Nancy's

Ten Minutes Please

Job Offer

Frozen Toes

Three Small Squeezes

Scorched Earth

Finding Normal

Bed Snatchers

Sober Up

John, You're Buying A House

Sit Down

Ovulation is a Bitch™ - SFW (Tumblr exclusive)

Charcuterie

Cat Distribution System

Birthday Present *Has slight sexual content

Lover and Love

Witching Hour Wishes

If AO3 is more your jam, chapters will only posted in order as they are completed over there though so Tumblr will have the most and most up to date parts.

Masterlist Shout out to @saradika-graphics for the so cute dividers.