#simon angell

[luxbunn]

oh whatever shall i do ౨ৎ

[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 :(

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[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

[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!

[dollykiller]

[ang3lc]

something something thinking about how when you're out with friends in a cute pub in scotland and you see the finest man you think you've ever laid eyes on, but that was a mistake because when he sees you, he approaches you and he's taking you back to a motel not 5 minutes later, and what was supposed to be a plain hookup was actually a life-altering one night stand, and when you wake up he's gone, but he left some advil, some water, and a little note that said "thanks for blessing me lass" and you never hear from him again, but the way he made you cum on his face 3 times haunts you something something

[simonz-angel]

❤︎ Masterlist ❤︎

simon n his sweeettt roommate - you miss your pretty lil roommate and corner him right after his shower. n from what it feels looks like… he missed you too.

pretty boy simon n his demanding girl - sweet boy simon who can’t help but kneel over and cry desperate for his girl… who’s just a touch demanding n maybe a lil ridicule.

finding your next sweet boy to corrupt - taking the virginity of the pretty heaven sent boy.

simon who fucks the life outta you - simon who fucks you till you’re a crying, squirming mess basically. 😀

silent treatment with simon - simon who goes mad after a week off your cold shoulder. so in solution, he fucks you till you have no choice to beg for his forgiveness.

simon with a cutie plushy girl who wears her glasses all shyy - sweetie simon who distract his babie studying to get between those yummy thighs.

ghost who has many techniques to stamina training - not gonna sugar coat this one… ghost who chokes you out fingers deep. 😊

sub!simon who’s into giving not receiving - subby whiny simon who eats you up on his tongue all while boutta bust.

simon and his plushy babe - when you’re hesitant to take a seat on your man’s face… yet that man NEEDS it.

messin’ round with your pretty old mannn - your grumpy old man who gets mad when you can’t just be a patient pretty girl for him.

toxic ex bf simon who sends you sweet lil vidzz - toxic ex simon who secretly begs for his babe back with a pretty vid of his hand round his cock. pt- two with a lil phone sex here!!

walking into virg roommate simon getting his fill in for the night - virgy boy simon who doesn’t realize you’re standing right behind him when he’s got his computer on jerking himself off till it’s too late.

simon who’s a patient teacher - simon who slightlyyy lets you take your time getting all those inches down the back of your throat.

simon who leaves his sweet best friend for the military - pathetic baby boy simon who’s in love with his best friend just absolutely too scared to say anything in fear, and so when he leaves for the military with only a portrait of your pretty face… he can’t help but rub one out.

subby boy simon who can’t even keep his tongue in his mouth - i feel like this kinda speaks for itself… 😇

soft love with simon - simon who can’t help but fuck you full of his pure love.

simon who gets off on your face… literally - simon who rubs his sweet cock across your even sweeter pretty face.

crying on your hubby’s cock - simon who just fucks you so good and so deep you can’t help but cry and scurry away from him even though it feels so good!!

crazy ex!bf simon - crazy crazy jealous boy simon who can’t help but fuck you so full and deep when he hears you been hang out with another man.

FLUFF with our baby boy si - just a bunch of fluffy cannons on our sweetest cutie pie simon riley.

[haxxydraws]

I don't think about the past, it's always there anyway

[br3akfestattiffanys]

Zendaya in custom Jacquemus ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

[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.”

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[exaltedfuzz]

Various for today

Lanamias

AceAttober final day... Happy Ending

Bonus: Hot Fuzz

[majinbangus]

Deeply curious about the conversation Soap and Ghost had before introducing Ghost as your guard dog. is this a regular part of their dynamic and they both missed it after soap got with you? Was it a forgone conclusion? Did one of them have to talk the other around to it? Lowkey (highkey) obsessed with this concept

i really love this ask -> more here

So before Soap brought Ghost home to you, Soap and Ghost didn't really have that 'owner/pet' dynamic, but the behavior was still there, kinda, if that makes sense?

Like, Ghost is always watching Soap's back and protecting him from something or someone, or he's standing back as the 'scary one' until Soap hands him the reigns while they're interrogating someone. Ghost is willing to follow Soap's lead, trusting the sergeant's judgments/plans/decisions, and he'll be there to 'save his arse' when he needs saving. That's a tacit understanding between them, and Soap knows that he can always count on Ghost to back him up.

This behavior does eventually leak into their day to day lives once they get more comfortable with each other, but it's not fully realized until much later. The epiphany only hits while he's on a mission. The one right before Soap was planning on telling you he'll compromise on getting a dog. He'd been thinking about how much you wanted one, and thought getting one of the retired military dogs would be a good compromise, albeit he was still extremely on the fence, even though he's worked alongside those dogs and the trainers before.

But while that was in the back of his head during the mission, Ghost told Soap to tell him when he had a clear shot of an enemy because he was in a shit position, and when Soap told Ghost to 'wait' and when to 'drop, 'em', that's when the lightbulb went off and Soap began reminiscing and noting every time Ghost behaved similarly to a dog, protective yet ready to defend- to bite. He listened to Soap's cues and body language, stepping in whenever needed.

Soap couldn't stop thinking about it. Ghost and his sweet lass. He didn't mind sharing, the match would be perfect. Ghost fit all the qualities Soap wanted your guard dog to have, and you would have a dog just like you wanted!

When he brought it up to Ghost, it doesn't take much to convince him to get on board with it. The man's interest was piqued. Soap was asking him to be a dog. Your dog. He already liked you, thought you were a pretty thing, and he was always willing to go along with what Soap wanted. He didn't mind embracing an owner/pet dynamic with you and to another extent, Soap. You wanted a dog and that's what Soap was asking him to be, so that's what he would do.

He'd have to figure things out with his military service, but that could be settled later. Soap told him he still had to tell you about the compromise, but once that was done, he'd be taking Ghost home with him. And once he did, as expected, Ghost took to the role as your guard dog swimmingly.

(Soap knew he made the right decision when Ghost barked for you, the new collar hanging prettily on his neck. He knew this wasn't what you were expecting, but you would learn to love your new dog, and Soap would be there to teach you everything you needed to know how to care for him too.)

[rusfawna]

[illustratinghan]

a young clary and simon playing their weekly friday night game of mario kart (in their pyjamas of course!) after a long day at school 🎮

characters by @cassandraclare 💛