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KISS THE MASK

𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 beware of mask kink, sensory overload, light breathplay, and unprotected sex.

you’re a fucking mess beneath him, legs spread wide, his thick cock splitting you open so good you can’t even think straight. simon’s got you pinned to the bed, one hand wrapped tight around your throat—not enough to hurt, just enough to make you dizzy with want—while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise.

“fuck, look at you,” he growls, voice rough, muffled behind that damn mask. the one that drives you insane. the one you’re desperate to kiss, even though you can’t.

you whine, arching into him, nails scraping down his back as he fucks into you with deep, punishing strokes. “simon—please—”

“please what?” he taunts, grinding his hips in slow circles just to watch you squirm. “use your words, sweetheart.”

but you can’t. not when he’s hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur, not when all you can focus on is the way his mask stretches over his lips, the faint hint of warmth beneath the fabric. you’re fucking obsessed.

so you reach up, fingers trembling, and grab the sides of his mask, pulling him down until your mouth is pressed sloppily against where his lips would be. you kiss him like a starving thing, open-mouthed and desperate, tongue dragging over the rough material like you could taste him through it.

he groans, low and filthy, his hips stuttering. “fuckin’ greedy, aren’t you?”

you nod, whining into the mask, sucking at the fabric like it’s his bottom lip. you can’t help it—you need more, need him closer, even if it’s just this.

he curses, snapping his hips harder, fucking you through the mattress. “that’s it, keep kissin’ me like that,” he rasps. “like you can’t fuckin’ get enough.”

you can’t. you really fucking can’t.

your moans are muffled against his mask, spit soaking the fabric as you cling to him, your cunt fluttering around his cock. you’re so close, so fucking close—

“gonna come?” he murmurs, voice dark with promise. “do it. come all over my cock, sweetheart. let me feel it.”

that’s all it takes. you shatter with a broken cry, body trembling as he fucks you through it, his own release following soon after with a rough groan.

when he finally pulls out, you’re still panting, lips swollen from kissing his mask like a slut. he chuckles, thumb brushing over your cheek. “fuckin’ insatiable.”

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Florist! Simon when he takes you out to see fields of flowers and when he hears you marvel "it's beautiful" whispers a "yeah, she is" as he looks directly at you!!

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So hear me out on this! Boss! John Price manipulates you into a "win-win" situation

"You want the offer don't you, lamb? 'N I want that lil' cunt of yours, so why don't you bend over n I'll take care of you, alright? It's a win-win."

He gives you 3 days to consider, and when you do agree, you wear your prettiest sundress. He grins as he reaches for his belt

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simon is so nasty when he eats you out.

he’s so big your legs are already spread wide to accommodate him but he presses his thick hands to your soft thighs to spread you out and open.

giving him perfect access to kiss your hole. tonguing and licking before fucking you with his tongue.

his crooked nose pressed to your clit, rubbing against it roughly as he devours you.

loves it when your slick starts coating down his chin, and how you get a little embarrassed at how wet you’re getting.

spitting onto your puffy clit before sucking on it until you’re desperately asking him to let you cum.

but he doesn’t let you until your pussy is rippling against his tongue, and you’re crying and messy and overstimulated. then he’s stuffing you with his thick fingers and sucking on your clit. filling your hole over and over again until you’re sobbing and coming so hard on his fingers your vision goes a little spotty.

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He acts sad when you break up but is secretly cheering and whooping inside. The fucking bastard.

Then he'll probably cook you some meal and after you recover enough… "'Ow 'bout I let ya forget about tha' bloke, eh?"

"He's a dick, but I can give ya one sweet'eart."

Your heart races faster.

Oh, nothing going on here, juuuuuuust thinking abt best friend! Simon "your ex's a dick but I can give you one" Riley

But seriously, im putting him on my grocery shopping list

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Oh, nothing going on here, juuuuuuust thinking abt best friend! Simon "your ex's a dick but I can give you one" Riley

But seriously, im putting him on my grocery shopping list

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MDNI 18+

loser simon riley unaware that he is largely endowed getting laid for the first time

cw: loss of virginity, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, simon is down bad

simon getting pussy for the first time and doesn’t know how to act

“fuck si, your huge,” your hand gently stroking his cock, as he tried his best to not come right there and then. everything felt like a wet dream, a pretty girl like you all dolled up fisting his cock as you kissed his neck, perched up on his lap. your pretty pink lace panties tossed on the floor as you grinned on his muscular thighs, the idea of his cock deep inside you made you feel little achy in between your legs.

“i don’t know if it’ll fit,” you whined as you rubbed it along your glossy cunt, his cock painfully hard as he smeared the pre cum all over you. “it’ll fit, i promise,” simon groaned when you gently nudged his sensitive tip to your soppy hole, barely in and he was already a mess.

he would make it fit, god he would do anything to feel your small cunt around him.

you sank down inch by inch, but the stretch was too much, burning slightly as your cunt accommodated to his length. “is it all the way in si?” your voice trembling as you bit down on your glossy lip, your body already trembling.

“almost half way,” his large tatted hands gently holding your sides, “please, i need all of you.”

simon didn’t care if he sounded pathetic, because he was. he was so god damn desperate to feel something other than his calloused hands, or the stupid flesh light that he got.

“please, jus’ a lil more, i’ll make you feel good, please.” he begged, barely half way in and your cunt felt so warm, so welcoming - he couldn’t just let you go.

slowly you took him all the way in, your body shaking as the prominent bulge in your stomach was displayed, your breaths coming out in pants.

“i’ll make you feel good, i promise.”

his thrusts were awkward at first, you were just so damn tight like you are sucking him back in, barely pulling out a few inches before slamming back into you.

“too big si,” your nails slowly digging into his skin as your gummy walls clenched around him. “you can take it, yer doin’ so well.” he cooed softly as his mind went hazy with pleasure, a guttural groan leaving his lips as he bounced you on top of him.

you were like his personal flesh light, so warm and loving, your sweet cunt tightly snug against his cock - god he wasn’t going to stop.

his thrusts turned sloppy, the sound of skin slapping filled the room as you bounced mindlessly on his cock. you were too damn cock drunk to even think, his fat tip hitting all of your sweet spots.

“si, i think i’m gonna come.” the comment alone snapped simon out of his trance. the thought of you clenching tightly around him, whilst you came on his cock, it dribbling down almost made him come right there and then.

he wrapped his tatted arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest as he thrusted into your cunt harshly, your body trembling trying to get away from the amount of pleasure. “stay here please, i’ll make you feel good,” simon mumbled as he held you tightly in his arms,

the moment you came so did he, the feeling of your walls clenching around him was too much, he wasn’t used to it after all - only the feeling of his rough palms and the loveless toy.

“did you just-”

“fuck ‘m sorry, you just felt too good.” he grimaced at his apology, his hands wrapped your waist as if he didn’t want to let you go. “jus’ one more please?”

his eyes glued to the way his cum slowly oozed out of your cunt.

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The Neighbor

Neighbor!Ghost x F!Reader

First post…! Please give me tips :’)

Content warnings: P in V, doin' it under the table + laundry room, mild violence, mentions of DV, non-con, no aftercare, somewhat toxic/manipulative.

Neighbor!Ghost, who had been invited to your house to welcome him into the neighborhood. Your husband, grits his teeth, telling you to “make yourself useful" as he shakes hands with Ghost, starting up small talk with him. The aroma of Earl Grey tea filled the room as you poured tea for them. You could feel Ghost’s intimidating presence following you as you returned back to the kitchen to bring out the pastries. You glanced at the gold ring that sat on your ring finger, it felt as if the ring were only a reminder of all the false promises that never happened.

Neighbor!Ghost, who would hear the sounds of your husband shattering plates that same night, displeased about the unwelcome guest. The sharp pieces of glass nicked your delicate skin as you were on your knees cleaning up your husband's mess as he went out for drinks for the third time this week. "It wouldn’t be polite to not help ‘er out." Ghost pondered, as he saw your husband enter a cab. After all, you would probably pay no heed to your missing husband as long as you didn’t have to live in torment, right?

Neighbor!Ghost, who was terribly mistaken a week after when he saw reader with tears flowing down their flushed, rubicund cheeks. “My husband hasn’t come home in over a week.” You wept, assuming that he'd left you for someone else. He feigned solicitude for your husband as he assured you that your husband would eventually return home. “You should stay w’ me for the time bein’, just t’be safe.” He insisted. "You know how dangerous living alone is nowadays for women like you, love..." You hesitated, your conscience wouldn’t allow it, but it was a good thing you’ve always followed your heart.

Neighbor!Ghost, who you made breakfast for as a way to show gratitude. You nudged him away when he got too close for your comfort, because what would your dear husband say? He apologized and quietly scoffed, impressed by your loyalty.

Neighbor!Ghost, who found you wiping the floors under the table in your shorts with a rag after dinner, No man in his right mind could resist you, so he pulled your lace panties aside, pinning you to the ground.

Neighbor!Ghost, who caught you by surprise as you felt an overwhelming length fill your spongy walls, hitting every eye-rolling spot in your walls with his throbbing cock. Your lower half perked up instinctively, prompting him to roughly smack your ass. "No…!” You gasped for air as he roughly grabbed your hips, groaning as his balls hit your clit. He pulled his cock out of your tight cunt, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he fervently stroked his tip, squirting his sperm onto your backside. “‘S okay. He’s ain’t here, love.” Well, anymore at least, that little bit he left out, not wanting to stress you out more. He sucked on your neck, leaving indigo marks. Maybe next time he shouldn’t pull out, he thought as smacked your clit, leaving you in the dimly lit kitchen as you almost hit your head on the table while getting up.

Neighbor!Ghost, who offered you to sleep in the same bed as him. You first refused, setting up on the couch instead. Unfortunately, it was so cold—so cold that you knocked on Ghost's door in the middle of the night, goosebumps painting your skin, to ask if he could be so kind as to let you sleep with him. "You're lucky I'm a night owl." He ogled you in his shirt that he prepared for you days before he'd invited you to stay with him. It was a great idea to change the living room's temperature.

Neighbor!Ghost, who couldn't be helped as he saw you bend over in the laundry room to reach for that one sock in the corner of the dryer. He pushed you further into the hot dryer as you tried to resist his touch, "Shh, think o' this as a way to thank me..." He whispered as he tugged your pants down, rubbing your slick clit. You felt a hot breath on your core as he dragged his rugged tongue on your nub. You bucked your hips against his thick tongue. “Yes… y-yeeesss !…” Your moans echoed against the metal walls, back arching like a black cat stretching on an early morning as your walls tightened. He continued to suck as your climax began and ended like it was his first meal in a millennia.

Neighbor!Ghost, who was so happy when you started to forget about your husband, or should he say ex-husband? He even bought you promise rings! How sweet… just don’t ever go on the news channel for the next few months, kay?

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MDNI 18+

talking to older! simon riley who is your sugar daddy

mentions of: age gap (legal), vaginal sex

after retirement simon felt empty, the adrenaline gone as he was now doing small labour around the house that seemed pathetic compared to what he was used to. so now he found himself scrolling on an app to find a sweet thing to spoil with the amount of money he earned from the military. then he found you, your face barely visible in the photos except the first one. you looked like a little lamb, slightly awkward in the photos as you attempted to look sultry, your body positioned slightly awkwardly compared to the other women. though he found himself liking your profile, the idea of spoiling an awkward shy thing like you was more appealing than the other women on the app.

it first started off as a distraction, to keep his mind from going crazy as he adjusted to his new lifestyle.

casual texts were exchanged, which then led to occasional calls, then dates.

simon didn’t expect much from you, he didn’t expect any ‘sugar’, he simply enjoyed your company and had more than enough money to spend on you.

he would simply send a text after transferring money to your account - spoil yourself baby

it was the way you reacted that had him hooked, the way you called him at the end of the day sitting on your bed with your shopping bags piled up next to you. you made sure to show off each piece, giving him a little fashion show. it was probably the highlight of simon’s day, seeing his sweet thing all dolled up because of the clothes he bought you. he made sure to engage with your little fashion shows giving occasional comments and showering you with compliments.

“give me a spin luvie, want to see what the back looks like”

whatever you mentioned you would get. sometimes on the late night calls you would mention about the new dress you saw, or how it was time for you to get your hair glossed. simon made sure to provide for all of those things, after all, he couldn’t let his luvie pay for it could he?

he didn’t care about the stares he received whilst he went on a date with you, not when you were so blissfully unaware staring at him like he hung the stars in the night sky. the dates were simple, usually going to a small local diner out of town to avoid the prying eyes, though that failed many times before going on a late night drive. he found himself admiring you as you stared outside the window, one of his large tatted hand on your inner thigh, gently rubbing his thumb across your soft skin.

usually the dates would end with him dropping you off, watching as you disappeared when the front door of your house closed, leaving him alone once again. though this time he rented out a small house by the lake, a small weekend getaway from everyone. he expected some cuddles and kisses here and there, you being too shy to initiate anything. but it was quite the opposite when he walked out of the shower.

a towel wrapped lowly around his waist, his chest still dripping with water ever so slightly, his scars and tattoos exposed. and there you were, kneeling on the bed awkwardly as you fidgeted with the hem of the lingerie he first bought you. a pretty white lacey set, it reminded him of you, like a lamb.

simon was a man with needs, so when you stared at him with those big eyes and your teeth sinking down to your bottom lip how could he say no?

it’s been years since he’s touched another woman like this, let alone a sweet thing like you. his hips slamming as he pressed your knees down to your chest, bending you like a pretzel. “fuck luvie, yer lil cunnie’s gripping ‘round me.” he grunted as he watched the way your soppy hole stretched out, wrapped around him snugly as your gummy walls clenched around him.

he tried to hold back on his desires, but with the sweet little noises that left your plush lips, and the way your eyes rolled back whenever his tip nudged a sensitive spot he was slowly losing control. “fuck swee’heart yer so addicting,” his voice hoarse as he snuggled into the crook of your neck.

he felt like a wild animal rutting against you, like he had no self control.

simon has a gentleman of course, he was a man not a boy. he made sure to clean you up after, gently wiping you down with a towel whilst he whispered soft praises and reassurances as you trembled. his strong arms wrapped around you as he cradled you like the most precious thing in his life, because you were. he played with your hair until you fell asleep, whispering words of affection as his body heat kept you warm.

he made sure to put a ring on your finger after that.

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Was thinking abt miserable florist!Simon heh heh

He just sits at the shop, a pair of (comically) small glasses on the bridge of his nose, newspaper in hand

Sometimes his clumsy fingers break the stems or calyces, sometimes he rips the wrapping paper, and sometimes he even forgets how to tie the ribbon, tying a overly right knot instead (it kills the flowers)

Idk, maybe I'll write it if I have the time

I'm taking the midterm exam next week ughhh

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Hmmmmm

Reader trying to push Simon off of her because her little pussy can't take his massive cock, it's only half way in and she's already whimpering and clawing down his arms.

Simon lets out a loud whistle, the bedroom door slams open and a eager Johnny appears. Breathing hard, looking at the both of you connected.

Simon snaps his fingers and says 'get er'

And Johny is pinning the reader down by her arms and the free hand is sliding down her stomach to rub the tight figure 8s on her clit as Simon pushes in deeper.

Reader is letting out broken moans and curses as Simon bottoms out, his thick tip ramming through her cervix, womb fucking her HARD.

Johnny is cooing at her and cheering Simon to go even harder, every thrust is shown on her stomach how far he goes.

Simon reaches down and wraps a secure hand around the reader's throat, slowly cutting her air supply off.

Her eyes roll in the back of her head, and it happens so quickly shes not even registered that Simons cock and Johnny's hand totally got sprayed on.

Poor reader thought she was done, but as soon as the boys figured out how to make her squirt, Johnny's the first to pipe up with 'I call de next round, pin her down with her hips up' Simons nods as he empties himself in her cunt, groaning as she clenches in him so hard that his cum dribbles out of her worn hole.

"Sounds like a deal"

Rip female reader

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My oh my *aggressive fanning*

perv!johnny and perv!kyle who spot you at the public pool, lounging in that cute little string bikini, and decide then and there: they have to have you. but johnny's never been one for patience, so kyle ever the loyal accomplice, takes a little dive.

with a pair of goggles strapped on, kyle slips beneath the water, unseen, fingers deft as he tugs at the ties of your bikini bottoms. a quick pull, a flick of his wrist, and they’re gone. (kyle will put them to good use later, don’t you worry.)

you don’t even notice at first. not until you make your way toward the pool ladder, reach the first step, and feel a cool rush of water where fabric should be. panic sets in, your thighs snap together, and you sink back into the pool, trapping yourself beneath the surface.

enter johnny. ever the gentleman, he strolls over with a towel slung over his shoulder, offering it out to you with an easy grin. his cock chubs at the slightest glimpse of your bare ass as you wrap it around yourself, hurrying back to your lounge chair to slip your shorts on. when you return to hand him the towel, cheeks warm with embarrassment, you murmur something about how grateful you are, how you’d love to repay him somehow.

johnny tilts his head, smirks. that so?" his voice drops, low and inviting. "how do the showers sound?"

you freeze. gulp. but before you can even think of a response, his hand is already at the small of your back, guiding you inside.

the door swings shut behind you. and outside, gaz takes his post, arms crossed, standing guard until johnny signals him for his turn.

quite the duo, those two.

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Ok I'm freaking out right now

I just got this fantastic idea of Ghost x reader and I'm really really excited (screaming)

Let me uh, paint the picture

So its military Ghost and Medic! Reader

And Ghost doesn't trust her (well, at first)

Then they go through a lot of drama BLA BLA BLA

And they get together

It's called Singularity because

Well first, I love Interstellar (basically addicted)

Second gravitational singularity is a place of intense gravity , pulling everything (or in this case, reader) towards it(Simon)

I made it as a sort of reference to a black hole, mainly because black holes don't reflect any light (hence, black) and Simon, well he doesn't let anyone past the mask so

He's a black hole himself?

Anyways I'm really excited

Hope ur too!

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CW: death and sad thoughts, established relationship (wife!reader), tell me if I missed some?

A/N: a sequel to this!

When you finally opened the letter, it was five months after his "absence". Johnny hated goodbyes, you knew that, it was the main reason you had been so hesitant to read the letter.

It had to be sentimental, something you wouldn't be able to read a second time. Your friends don't understand, "wouldn't it be easier if you just read it? To let him go?"

You thought it was ironic, funny, even, that Johnny's mate was called Ghost, all while Johnny was the one who haunted your house and mind.

"I'll never let him go." You say through gritted teeth, "never." You don't think they understand. But you do, you were the only one capable of dragging yourself out of this blueish sinkhole.

So you take out the letter.

Maybe it's time.

Maybe it's time for you to say your good-byes, even if it's hard as hell.

You gingerly open the envelope, already feeling Johnny slipping through your fingertips.

My Dear Wife,

If you received this letter, I am dead. Others may use words as "pass away", "made his way to heaven", or other words I do not quite understand.

So there was typical Johnny with his bold words. But it made you smile, despite the howling wind that had clouded your thoughts for ages now.

Johnny's handwriting was a mess, as usual. Your hand smoothed over the words "dear" and "wife", a lump growing in your throat.

I…I don't want you to worry. Wherever I'm going to, I'm going to be okay. And I assure you, I'm not going to find another wife, not after I've married such a beautiful bonnie like you. <3

You laugh this time, pure and true, a small chuckle that had been hiding at the bottom of your heart for months now.

I don't know what to say, hen, it feels wrong, leaving Ghost and the others, leaving you.

"It's not fair Johnny, take me with you." You say wobbly, a sob creeping up to shake your breath.

And as if reading your mind, his next words are:

The world's not fair bonnie, nothing is. But I guarantee you, I'll find you in the next world. One that's fair to us, one where I'll love you forever. I could recognize you anywhere, anytime… everytime.

Doubt thou the stars are fire. Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar. But never doubt I love. Hamlet, remember? I thought it was so boring then.

Bonnie, it's goodbye for now, but I'll be with you always.

Give me a kiss, will you?

Yours forever, Johnny MacTavish.

You smile, despite the tears streaming down your cheeks. "Goodbye, Johnny." You whisper, pressing you lips onto the letter, "rest in peace."

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CW: death and a LOT of sad thoughts.

A/N: was just walking home when I thought of this. This is my first fic, enjoy!!

When he left, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish left with such tranquility that you didn't even flinch. Should you wince in the aftermath of his absence, you could even taste the remorse lingering just beyond one's sight. One couldn't bring themselves to hate him for leaving, or so you could not.

A shot to the head was all it took to wipe himself clean out of your life. Remnants of him still haunt your prayers, his smile, his face… his name.

When you kissed him goodbye for that deployment, you had called him by his call sign, "Soap". He was not your Johnny, the one who had knelt in front of you and asked(begged) you to marry him. Soap? He was an enemy and a mate to others, and there was no space for love.

Perhaps, now, he's watching your expression, your face shows no emotion, only calmness. And yet inside, you were screaming and screaming and screaming. Perhaps it's all just a feigned scheme, maybe he'd be at the door right this second.

Knock, knock, knock.

You whip your head to the door, so full of hope, yet so disappointed when you open it with lightening speed. "You're not Johnny." You observed. The man standing in your doorway was someone you knew, "you're…" You've seen him at parties Johnny took(dragged) you to, with his skull mask and all, he wasn't hard to miss.

"Aye. 'Name's Ghost." The man, Ghost, says. He shoves a box into your arms, and when you look down, the all-too-familiar scent rushes up to meet your whiff.

Cedarwood and a faint hint of cologne, it was a lovely scent, one that reminded you of Johnny. It was what was left of him, leftovers of photo frames and the scented candle you had gave him placed neatly within.

It reminded you too much of the time Johnny was still with you and a sharp wave of pain strikes you like lightening you can't take it anymore so you cry. At first it was a droplet, then a rainfall of rivulets wet the doormat Johnny had bought that said, "my hubby's a guy, goodbye".

Ghost eyed you sympathetically, but despite the awkwardness and tension, he did not leave you, which you are grateful for, but you couldn't bring yourself to say your thanks, not like this. "T-thanks", you half sob, half smile. Ghost nods, then after a short goodbye, he leaves you.

You close the door after him, rummaging through the objects in the box. A necklace catches your attention, one that you made for Johnny, a chain of silver and navy blue, colors that reminded you of him.

And then you see the letter. A scribbled "to my beloved" written hastily on the cover. Your movements came to a sudden halt, time freezes and all's quiet, you take a deep breath, but proceed to tuck the letter deep beneath the box.

No, it'd be as if losing him once more, reading that letter… then it would be as if Johnny left forever, and there'd be no hope of him coming back.

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Hey there, this is Lieselotte, u can call me Lottie. <3

Pronouns she/her

- Amateur novel/song writer.

-20s.

-Not a native English speaker but understandable (hopefully) nonetheless.

-ENFP-T.

-Watched Interstellar 6 times, and I'm starting to wonder if I really do exist or is this all but a dream

-Fluent in Chinese and English, currently (trying) learning Spanish.